Post by David Slayton on May 23, 2013 2:42:10 GMT -6
As BWF Havok comes on the air, we join the Owner of the BWF, Emily Corlen, standing in her office.
Emily Corlen: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the last edition of Monday Night Havok before Happenstance.
She smiles.
Emily Corlen: Normally, I'd let the show begin and have Nick and Rayne talk the show up before coming out to address the crowd directly, but what I have to say, I'm so excited about, I couldn't wait. Also, I'll be out in the ring later tonight... provided Jacob Figgins ever shows up.
She chuckles before continuing.
Emily Corlen: Throughout the BWF's ten year history, countless tag teams have called themselves the BWF Tag Team Champions. For years, we've seen some of the greatest superstars in our industry hold those coveted belts across numerous organizations, including BWF, TGW and RXW. Names like Gabe Shelley... The Legend... The Executioner... Chamelion... Tim Murphy... Casey Campbell... even yours truly, alongside Matt Stone when those titles were still a part of Revolution X Wrestling.
A playful, almost reminiscent smirk crosses Emily's face, just for a moment.
Emily Corlen: But as we say in BWF, "honor the past, embrace the future"! We've waited long enough to dust off the Tag Team Championships - and I for one am more than ready to see them back in play.
Emily takes a step to the left, showing the BWF Tag Team Championships sitting on her desk. The crowd cheers.
Emily Corlen: Many people will say that there's no point in reactivating these titles without, and I quote, "a devoted tag team division". Here's what I think; even during BWF's greatest days, the company never had any such thing as a devoted tag team division. Some of the greatest teams in BWF history were thrown together by chance... and at Happenstance, I'm going to allow chance to create the next great tag team in BWF history. We're going to have a battle royal... and the final two competitors standing in that battle royal, regardless of who they are... will be crowned the NEW BWF Tag Team Champions.
The camera zooms in on the well-shined gold as the crowd cheers again.
Emily Corlen: As for who will be in that battle royal? Stay tuned.
Emily winks to the camera and grins as the scene fades to black and the intro for Havok starts playing.
Episode 148 - May 20, 2013
Nick Webb: Monday Night Havok is live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas! We're one week away from Happenstance live on pay-per-view, and what a show we have for you all tonight!
Rayne: We're going to find out which two competitors will be joining Godless and Nessa Wall in the final four of the Happenstance Tournament of Kings! Speaking of Godless and Wall, they'll be in action tonight as well, as they face the #1 Contender to the BWF World Title and the man who holds that title, respectively! What's going to happen?
Nick Webb: We'll find out later tonight, but right now, let's kick things off with a little one on one action!
Right before the bell rings, Derrick Daze ambushes Elizabeth Davis outside of the ring from behind, grabbing the back of her head and slamming her face first into the apron. Daze is delighted by the rage he experienced last week in his loss against Godless, taking it out on Davis without mercy as he pulls her hair and drives her against a steel ring post. While the referee attempts to halt Daze’s actions, the fans are shouting as Davis collapses from the pain, holding her pained face in her hands. Daze walks past the referee and makes his way over to Davis, then he pulls her up and rolls her into the ring, quick to follow suit. The bell rings for the official start of the match, yet the advantage is Daze’s to do as he wishes. Once in the ring, he takes the time to amplify her pain with impact moves.
Nick Webb: What is the matter with Derrick Daze?! The ambush was uncalled for!
Rayne: That’s no way to treat a gorgeous lady like Liz. ...even though she’s Canadian.
Unbeknownst to Derrick closing in on her, Elizabeth slowly gathers herself to stand-- only to suffer The Fall (Running Crane Kick) straight to her face. She’s instantly floored, literally dazed as Derrick smirks and plants boots on her chest. The referee starts a count, but it ends before the five as Daze backs off to taunt the disapproving fans. He scouts the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Davis’s attempts to find any time to recover come to a halt as Daze executes his Best Damn Senton (Triple Springboard Corkscrew Senton). He opts for the immediate cover as the referee counts the 1, 2, 3, gaining the victory in the opening match.
Winner: Derrick Daze, via Pinfall
"Hybris" by Lamented Souls sounds off from the PA system as the referee raises Daze’s hand in victory. Daze sneers at him, jerks his hand away, and poses in his own limelight. He then spits on Davis before rolling out of the ring and laughing at his work.
Nick Webb: I’m shocked by Daze’s relentless behavior! What has gotten into him?!
Rayne: I don’t know, but he easily destroyed Liz. Sucks to be her right now.
Nick Webb: Well this is quite a way to start off Havok! Right now, folks, we're gonna take things backstage with Toshi Yang. Toshi, what do ya got for us?
Beaming with Confidence
Backstage, a camera focuses in on Toshi Yang and Isaiah Mercier standing together. Mercier is dressed in his ring attire, ready for action. Toshi smiles and brings the microphone to her lips.
Toshi Yang: Hello everyone! I’m Toshi Yang, here with one of the newcomers of the BWF, “Simply” Isaiah Mercier.
Isaiah Mercier: Ah, it sounds so sweet coming from you, beautiful. (winks)
She blushes for a brief moment before clearing her throat.
Toshi Yang: Mr. Mercier--
Isaiah Mercier: Please, call me Isaiah. Addressing me with “mister” sounds really weird.
Toshi Yang: Fair enough, Isaiah. Coming up, you and Andrew Titus Murphy are pitted against each other in a double-debut Happenstance Quarterfinal Match. How are you feeling about your first appearance in a professional wrestling ring? Should you win this match, how do you think you will fair at Happenstance?
She extends the microphone for him and he chuckles, standing in quick contemplation of her questions. A smile crosses his face as he speaks.
Isaiah Mercier: Honestly, I’ve had quite a case of insomnia from sheer excitement. I’ve wrestled in high school and college, even did some amateur stints, but never on a professional level. Now my dream has become a reality and I’m ready to fight with the Lord beside me.
He looks up with a smirk and sighs, then focuses back on what's in front of him again.
Isaiah Mercier: As far as this match goes, I have no intention of losing to Andy. I’d love to advance to the semi-finals-- hell, to the finals themselves, and win it all. Number one contender for the BWF World Championship sounds nice, don’t you think? Wanna know what sounds better?
This answer, he whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear, but still be powerful with his eyes straight at the camera.
Isaiah Mercier: BWF World Champion Isaiah Mercier.
Being this close, Mercier steals a quick kiss from Toshi before he makes his way towards the starting line. She blushes brightly, unable to stop smiling at what just happened.
The ringing of the bell resonates throughout the American Airlines Center. Simonova starts off strong as she targets Toco’s legs with vicious kicks. Toco grimaces from the growing pain and retaliates with right hands, combating the BWF Sovereign Champion using his brawling skills. Despite this minor setback, Simonova is quick to understand that she cannot compete with him in a slugfest, utilizing her martial arts to strike him from different angles. This turns to her advantage as she suddenly nails him with a standing dropkick, knocking him off his feet. Immediately, she climbs to the top turnbuckle and crouches, waiting for him to arise. The moment he’s barely on his feet, she flies with The KGB (Top rope splash into Dragonrana pin), but only receives a 2 count from the referee.
Nick Webb: Close call for the BWF Hall of Famer! He hasn’t had much offensive luck in this match.
Rayne: That’s because the ever-so-lovely Elena is grabbing the bull by the horns and not letting go. She’s on fire! (whistles)
Toco is reeling from the surprise attack, attempting to refocus on the task at hand. Elena is on her feet seconds before he is, then she connects a two-punch combination to his chest, following up with a spinning heel kick across the face. Taken aback by the strikes, Toco barely knows where he is as he stumbles, nearly losing his balance. Elena charges towards him, commencing the Hammer and Sickle (Running double axe handle followed by Buzzsaw kick) with great success. Toco is down and just about out, much to the champion’s joy. Simonova leans over to pull Toco up, and once he’s in her grasp, she locks him into the deadly Iron Curtain (Octopus Stretch) and plays the waiting game to his pained yells. She doesn’t have to wait too long before Toco taps out only a few seconds later.
Winner: Elena Simonova, via Submission
"My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light 'Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy plays throughout the arena as Simonova releases Toco. Soon her hand is raised in victory by the referee, pleased with herself as she advances into the Happenstance Semi-Finals.
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After a promo for the movies you can see on HBO airs, "Into the Unfathomed Tower" by Candlemass hits the P.A. quite suddenly. Fans are given only a few seconds to ponder who this music could belong to before the logo of the "Chaos Theory Brewery" appears on the BlazenTron. From behind the entrance curtain, the form of one of the co-owners soon becomes visible to the crowd. Jacob Figgins is dressed to impress; well, in his own way. A pair of dickies, a white t-shirt along with a leather vest that only had a few patches on it. He never was a suit kinda guy. Slung over his shoulder is what looks to be a title belt that is still inside a silk bag. On his way to the ring, he makes sure to interact with the fans a little, slapping hands with those who have them stretched out and even sparing a few seconds for a couple photo ops before he finally makes it to the ring. He hops onto the apron and turns to face the audience. Hooking both arms about the top rope, he flips himself into the ring, even catching the belt before it can touch the mat. Once in the center of the ring, he accepts the mic from the ring announcer.
Jacob Figgins: Well, when I first heard the name Blazenwing, it belonged to a weird dude in a green mask. I didn't know it was a company back then and I didn't think I'd be standing in this ring. Odd how those things work out, huh? At any rate, back in 2009, a wrestling company decided to throw two of the craziest guys in the industry into a match where they could do whatever the hell they wanted. It was pure chaos. There was blood, the ring got all messed up, some dude's father tried to kill me. Seriously, what was that dude's problem?
Figgy pauses looking about with a questioning glance, seeing if anyone might pipe in with an answer. There is none, so he shrugs and carries on.
Jacob Figgins: Anyway, it was crazy. Then, only a couple months later, they throw us together as a tag team. We didn't like each other, we disagreed on just about everything... except for three things; a love of Chaos, a love of beer and a love of this great industry. Soon, my basement, a place that has been used to train many in this industry, names like Derrick Daze and Akemi Hayashi... that basement soon turned into the Chaos Theory Brewery. It wasn't a business started just for the sake of making extra money, it was made for you, the wrestling fans. (Crowd Pop) It was made for those fledgling indy companies that had trouble getting along. We offered sponsorship to many small companies, so our wrestling world could keep breeding new talent, because you never know from what high school gym the next icon could arise from.
Nick Webb: He's right, you know!
Jacob Figgins: So, sponsoring the BWF? It was kind of a different move on our part. I mean, they have their premium cable deal, they have their big venues, they have their big names. So many times, I have been approached with questions as to why the other co-owner of this company and myself decided to sponsor the BWF. Even though we've had our disputes in the past, Emily Corlen and I share a common goal. We both care about the future of this industry. We uphold strong traditions, but have an open mind for any and all changes the future may bring. So, without any further ado... Emily Corlen, come on down.
"She's a Rebel" by Green Day hits the BlazenTron and Emily Corlen walks out onto the stage, smirking. The fans cheer as Emily walks down the ramp and heads up the ring steps. Of course, Figgins is all gentleman like and opens the ropes for the lady. She enters the ring and the music fades as a tech hands her a mic.
Emily Corlen: Ladies and gentlemen... truly an icon of this industry himself, the one and only Jacob Figgins.
She motions to Jacob Figgins, and the crowd cheers loudly.
Emily Corlen: Alright, Jake. Whatcha got for us?
Jacob Figgins: Well now, maybe I'm a bit old fashioned here. But I don't believe that a title should be revealed in front of a live or television audience before it is actually fought over for the first time. That little Twitter leak, I'm not sure if that counts or not. Good old Twitter, always causing trouble for that bad ol' puddy tat.
The crowd laughs.
Emily Corlen: Um... you mean Tweety Bird? The Looney Tunes character? Because those are two completely different things.
Jacob Figgins: Oh... Tweety? Forgive me, fell on my head a couple times last night. Anynoodle. As co-owner of the Chaos Theory Brewery, I would like to present this to you and to the BWF.
Lifting the concealed title off his shoulder, he takes it in both hands and hands it over to Emily.
Emily Corlen: Thank you very much, Jacob. Now this Championship, it will be decided - but not tonight, and not at Happenstance. In time. You see, this is not going to be some ordinary Championship. It's right there in the name - the CHAOS Theory Title. I'm thinking something a little less run of the mill. Something difficult to hold onto unless you're really, really good. How's a title defense every single show sound? Havok, pay-per-view... if the cameras are rolling, this title will be on the line.
As Emily talks, Jacob looks about ready to leave. In fact, he is in that halfway in - halfway out pose between the ropes. You know, that pose a lot of divas use to tease the audience? Luckily, he isn't wearing a skirt. He slowly re-enters the ring and stands up as he raises the mic back to his lips.
Jacob Figgins: If the cameras are rolling...? Corlen, you're a genius. Perhaps accidentally, but there you go.
Emily smirks, cocking her head sideways in a questioning manner.
Jacob Figgins: You want Chaos? REAL Chaos? As soon as Havok is on the air, that title is up for grabs. As soon as those opening pyros go off. There could be a title match in the parking lot. There could be a title match when Toshi Yang is singing the National Anthem. What? You don't think she'd be singing the National Anthem? With this title, ANYTHING can happen. Hell, Toshi could be singing the National Anthem while winning this title at the same time. Don't let her fool you, I've stared at those legs long enough to know they have kicking power. I'm rambling, aren't I? Shut up, Figgy. Annnnnyway... as long as the cameras are rolling, anytime, anywhere... this title is on the line.
Figgins grins as the crowd cheers loudly.
Jacob Figgins: Stay crazy, my friends.
"Into the Unfathomed tower" once more hits the PA as Figgy makes his exit out of the ring. Emily glances down at the still-covered title across her shoulder and shrugs, impressed with Figgins' idea.
Nick Webb: A Championship that is on the line as long as the cameras are rolling? What have Corlen and Figgins concocted here?
Rayne: The future of the BWF, Nick... the Chaos Theory Championship! BRING IT ON!
As soon as the bell rings, Mercier and Murphy lock up and attempt to overpower the other. Knowing Murphy is the bigger man, Mercier decides to take the easier route and knees him in the midsection, twisting his arm behind his back. Murphy is quick enough to reverse the maneuver and punch Mercier’s face. Mercier barely reacts to the pain and instead delivers a right hook to Murphy’s temple. This unleashes a brawl in the center of the ring between the two men; the fans are roaring with approval as the two men exchange rights and lefts relentlessly. Not satisfied with a stalemate, Murphy rakes Mercier’s eyes to block his offense-- much to the referee’s disapproval-- and Irish whips him into a corner of the ring. Mercier’s unable to stop Murphy’s forearm smash from hitting his face, then his body is SOLD! (Stiff combo punches).
Nick Webb: What vicious strikes from the Mogul turned wrestler!
Rayne: Atta boy, Murphy! Destroy that God-kissing punk!
Murphy steps back to observe his work with a chuckle, taking his eyes off of his opponent for just a brief moment-- and suddenly his face is met by a spinning backfist. Stunned, his face falls victim to a devious Tear Jerker (Enzuigiri). Mercier rushes for the pin attempt, but he only receives a 2-count when Murphy powers out. Paige slaps the apron with her hands in an attempt to encourage Murphy as both men are back on their feet. Mercier grabs Murphy and tries to go for an Irish whip, but Murphy reverses it into one of his own, sending Mercier to the corner again. Murphy sees Mercier charging him, and he reacts accordingly, catching him and forcing him to collide with the ring using the C-Note Slam. Not giving any time, ATM hooks the leg for the pin attempt, but Mercier gets the shoulder up at 2.
Rayne: That was a slow count, ref! That was supposed to be a 3!
Nick Webb: But it was a 2, Rayne. Mercier’s in a bit of a dilemma. It looks like Murphy’s looking to finish him off.
ATM argues with the referee about the count, thrusting three fingers in front of his face. Isaiah hisses from the pain and breathes with slight tension. The fans boo ATM and he mocks them, shouting with pride and anger. This leaves ATM distracted, and it gives Isaiah enough time to wrench him right into the Drop Outta Heaven (Double-knee backbreaker). To buy her client some time, Paige climbs on the apron and distracts the referee, not realizing the pin attempt by Isaiah. Without the attention, he opts to take a very small moment to catch his breath as ATM is still aching. After a few seconds, the referee disregards Paige and turns back to both men who are barely getting up. ATM seizes Isaiah and Irish whips him against the ropes, going for The Best That Money Can Buy (Big Boot), but Isaiah moves out of the way, grabs his arms and turns him over. The fans are roaring as they witness the Divine Simplicity (Spinning inverted double-underhook facebuster) in the center of the ring. ATM’s leg is hooked and Isaiah receives the referee’s 1, 2, 3 for the win.
Winner: Isaiah Mercier, via Pinfall
"The Consequence" by You Me At Six plays from the PA system as Mercier almost stumbles getting back on his feet. The referee looks to raise his hand in victory, but Mercier opts for a high five from the striped official instead. Strange but well-received, Mercier grins and brings his arms into the form of a holy cross.
Rayne: Damn! The pretty boy wins... You let me down, Murphy! You let me down real bad!
Nick Webb: What a double-debut match! ATM was good, but Mercier was better as he moves on to the Happenstance Semi-Finals alongside Elena Simonova tonight!
Rayne: Nessa “Gorgeous Eye Candy” Wall is gonna tear this angelic reject apart in a week!
Nick Webb: That’s a possibility, Rayne, but we’ll just have to wait and see what Happenstance has in store!
Coming Soon on Pay-Per-View
The bell’s ring signifies the start of the match and Cross and Godless are exchanging blows. Cross immediately captures the advantage with an European uppercut that halts Godless’s offense before striking him with a well-executed spinning heel kick to the jaw. Godless reels for a moment, shaken but still strong as he reverses a charging attack from Cross, throwing him over the ropes. As Godless turns away, he’s unaware that Cross steadied himself on the apron. A smile crosses Cross’s face as he springboards off the top rope, nailing Godless with The Sentinel Strike (Springboard Superman punch) right when he turns around. The fans are on their feet with excitement, chanting Cross’s name.
Rayne: Ugh, listen to the fans cheer for the goody-good. Guess they’re worthless Crossfire Army members.
Nick Webb: I wouldn’t say that, Rayne. The Crossfire Army originated here in BWF! That’s something to be very proud of!
Cross is on his feet and he takes a moment to acknowledge the cheers of the fans. Nodding with approval, he focuses on McLoughlin again and watches him slowly get back up. Cross meets him head on with a punch to the chest, straightening him for a brief moment before knocking him down with Look To The North (Snap Jumping Side Kick). The fans are highly supportive as Cross leans over and pulls McLoughlin up on his feet. Applying a side headlock, Cross lifts him up and sends him crashing down with The Crossfire Driver (Vertical Sidedriver). The hook of the leg and the referee counts the 1, 2, 3 to Cross’s victory.
Winner: Kyle Cross, via Pinfall
"Defy You" by The Offspring resonates throughout the arena, barely heard over the fans’ loud cheers for the Scarred Sentinel. Cross gets to his feet and allows the referee to raise his hand in an easy victory here in Dallas, Texas.
Rayne: And down goes Godless Lite!
Nick Webb: That was a quick and flawless victory for Kyle Cross. That should send quite a message to AJ Adams.
Rayne: Oh please. McLoughlin is a chump; Adams is OUR BWF World Champion! There’s a big difference there, Nick. Happenstance, Kyle’s gonna crash and burn.
Nick Webb: We’ll see about that. Coming up, folks, is our main event featuring AJ Adams and Nessa Wall in a non-title match!
Going It Alone
After the bumper for the next episode of Game of Thrones airs, we see Nessa Wall and her manager/boyfriend, Matt Ford, making their way toward the Gorilla position for the forthcoming main event. They turn a corner and stop as they see Emily Corlen standing there.
Emily Corlen: Gosh, I'm kind of all over this show tonight, aren't I? I REALLY need to get an assistant.
Emily chuckles as Nessa and Matt start to walk around her. They stop when she holds her hand up.
Emily Corlen: Hold up. I was actually hoping to catch you two before you went out there tonight. Um, so how do I say this... uh, Matt, was it? You... are banned from ringside during tonight's main event.
Both Nessa and Matt seem beside themselves at this decision. Emily quickly calms them down.
Emily Corlen: Hey, hey, hey! Don't get mad at me... you two are the ones who decided to stir up trouble earlier on Twitter. Right now, what I'm doing here? This is damage control. I cannot and will not risk you, Mr. Ford, interrupting my main event and tipping the scales. Normally, I'd just let things slide, but I have very real reason to believe that you might interject yourself and frankly, I'm not willing to let that happen. So, I'm sorry. My decision is final.
Nessa glares at Emily.
Emily Corlen: Oh, don't look at me like that. You wanted a chance to prove to AJ Adams that you're the real deal? Get your ass out there and prove it. One on one. NO outside help.
Emily smirks for a moment.
Emily Corlen: Believe me when I tell you NOBODY will be helping AJ Adams tonight. I mean, c'mon... you've seen the way he acts on Twitter.
She smiles playfully, but neither Wall nor Ford are having any of it. After a tense staredown, Nessa finally pushes her way past the BWF Owner. Matt Ford just stands there, staring at Emily.
Emily Corlen: Don't YOU look at me like that, either. I can still have you thrown out of here, MISTER Ford.
Emily shakes her head and walks away, sighing loudly, as the camera cuts back to the ring for the main event.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is the main event of the evening and is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, she hails from San Diego, California... weighing in tonight at 110 pounds... she is NESSA WALL!!!
The lights fade to a pale pink, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman moving slowly towards the foreground. Mocking feminine laughter erupts over the speakers, bleeding into the driving guitars of Jet's "She's a Genius". The images on the screen shift, melting away as though doused in acid. Images flash, showing a petite blonde woman dominating both men and women in the wrestling ring.
My girl is ready to take control
She just blows my mind
She only listens to the radio to see who's alive
Yeah!
Nessa steps out at the top of the ramp, this time without the accompaniment of her boyfriend, Matt Ford, and raises her arms up in the air. Silver pyros rain down over her, a look of displeasure on her face.
She wakes up scared of getting old
She don't feel no shame
She knows so many pretty boys
but they are all the same
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she seems completely oblivious to the attention of the few supporters she does have in the crowd. She takes her sweet time getting down to the ring. She knows every eye is on her, and she loves every minute of it.
They said "Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do"
She says "um, nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you"
That girl is a genius
Who o o o o ohw
I think she's serious
Who o o o o ohw
As the driving rock beat of Jet continues to rape every ear drum in attendance, Nessa pumps her fists in the air before stepping between the ropes. She immediately sprints across the ring and jumps up on the turnbuckles in the corner. Thrusting her fist in the air with one hand, she presses her palm to her lips and blows a kiss to the audience with the other before hopping down as her music fades out.
Rayne: Best. Introduction. Ever.
Nick Webb: Nessa Wall is looking to impress us all. She can do just that if she’s able to defeat AJ Adams tonight.
Rayne: It kills me to say this because she’s drop-dead gorgeous, but the World Champ is going to win this match.
Nick Webb: I’m confident that Wall’s going to give Adams a run for his money. Anything is possible in the BWF, and I don't necessarily think Nessa Wall winning this match would be considered an upset!
Scott Benjamin: And her opponent, he is the current and reigning BWF World Champion... he hails from Los Angeles, California... weighing in tonight at 176 pounds... he is A... J... ADAMS!!!
"Lights Out" by P.O.D. hits the BlazenTron and the lights go dim as blue and red lights begin to search the arena. As a burst of pyro goes off, AJ Adams is seen standing on the stage looking into the ring, the BWF Championship belt wrapped around his waist. He walks down and sometimes points to the sky. He slides into the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles. Adams then points out to the crowd and then makes a fist with each hand. He jumps down to the mat and regards his opponent.
Rayne: There he is, the BEST in the BWF, AJ Adams!
Nick Webb: AJ certainly is at the top of the mountain here in BWF. If he’s able to successfully defend his championship against Kyle Cross at Happenstance, not only will he have a victory over a highly seasoned wrestler, but it will also solidify his words of being a true champion.
Rayne: Wise words, Nick! And tonight, he’ll obtain another victory towards Happenstance when he breaks Wall down!
Nick Webb: I wouldn’t underestimate her if I were you, or anyone else for that matter.
DING!
After the belt is relinquished by a ring official, the bell rings and Adams and Wall are going off on each other. It’s a strong exchange of blows, rights and lefts leaving their marks in an attempt to obtain the first advantage of the match. Wall headbutts Adams’s chest and causes him to stagger, but he retaliates with a fierce European uppercut. She does not lose her balance, immediately grabbing his right hand and twisting into a wristlock. Adams tries to reverse this and he nearly succeeds, but Wall counters with a spinning wristlock on the same side. Although he grimaces, Adams pulls her over into a snapmare throw that forces her to release the lock. While Wall is down, Adams seeks to weaken her with an armbar attempt, but he can’t quite lock it in and she surprises him with a kip-up and a backflip kick to the top of his head. Nessa covers and the referee counts!
1!
2!
Kickout! The first pin attempt of the match receives a two count from the referee after Adams powers out.
Nick Webb: Nessa Wall looks to have an early advantage in the match! What an exchange between the two.
Rayne: AJ’s just warming up. In all honesty, this is child’s play to him... Wait, what the hell?
Upon the BlazenTron, “Godless” Flynn McLoughlin is seen backstage, battered from his defeat at the hands of Kyle Cross earlier in the night. He’s observing the match from a television monitor, sneering with discontent. Wall is not affected by this, keeping her eyes on Adams as she slaps the taste out of his mouth. Quickly delivering a kick to his midsection, Wall runs to the ropes, steps onto the apron and goes for what looks to be a springboard dropkick-- only for Adams to capture her ankles and let her drop on the ring. He moves for a better grip on her legs, falls back like a human catapult, and sends her flying head first into the top turnbuckle. Wall is stunned for just a moment, but it’s all Adams needs to rush in, lock his arms around her waist, and drives her back with a German suplex that intentionally drops her on her head. Adams turns over and hooks the leg and the referee makes the count!
1!
2!
No! Kickout! Nessa gets her shoulder up.
Nick Webb: Only a two count there for the BWF World Champion. I have to wonder if he's not a little surprised that he hasn't already put Nessa Wall away? Perhaps he underestimated her?
Rayne: Not a chance. He's just giving her the illusion of control. Just you wait!
Adams smirks, stands up and plants a couple boots to Wall’s head and chest. The fans are yelling obscenities and raining boos on the World Champion, yet this only amuses him as he basks in their hate. After a moment, he decides to refocus on the task at hand, turning to Wall and pulling her up by her hair. Wall, however, does not take this lightly as she nails Adams with an incredibly harsh Down Boy (Knee strike to the midsection). Adams groans in pain and leans over, giving Wall the opportunity to bounce against the ropes and plant him face first with a running bulldog. She goes for the pin and hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Kickout! Adams gets his shoulder up. Upon the BlazenTron, the view switches over to “Simply” Isaiah Mercier in his locker room, also watching the match on his television.
Rayne: What is with all these cameo appearances during the main event?! First Godless, now Mercier! Who’s next, Elena Simonova?!
Much to Rayne’s dismay, the camera does indeed cut to the BWF Sovereign Champion, Elena Simonova, accompanied by both of her managers.
Nick Webb: Three Happenstance Tournament competitors, all watching this match to study the fourth competitor and the World Champion. Whether it’s Adams or Cross, one of them will have to defend their championship belt against the next Happenstance Monarch!
Back in the ring, Nessa pulls Adams to his feet, but he quickly counters and hits her with a jawbreaker, dropping her to her knees. Adams springs to his feet, bounds off the ropes, and connects with a shining wizard before going for a quick cover.
1!
2!
Kickout! Again, Adams only gets a 2 count. This time, the Champion sits up, visibly irritated, before glaring down at Nessa and saying something inaudibly.
Rayne: Don't tell me this chick is getting under AJ's skin?
Nick Webb: I think Adams is cracking, Rayne! If he loses here tonight to Wall, I can only imagine what his mindset would be going into his No Holds Barred Match against Cross for the BWF World Title in one week!
After looking down at Nessa and thinking for a moment, Adams rolls out of the ring and goes to grab his Championship. He stops, however, and instead shoves Scott Benjamin out of his seat, picking up the chair Benjamin was sitting on and folding it with a loud snap. The crowd begins booing louder as Adams glares into the ring.
Nick Webb: I think I know what Adams has in mind here... and I'm not a fan of this!
Rayne: I am! Knock her out of the park, AJ! SUH-WING, batter-batter! HA!
Metal chair in hand, Adams rolls back into the ring as Nessa is slowly rising to her feet. Of course, this is all in plain view of the referee, who immediately rushes over to Adams and tries to take away the foreign implement. Adams shoves him a few feet away, and then glares at him before loudly yelling "FINE, TAKE IT!" and throwing the chair all the way across the ring. The referee moves across the ring to grab the chair and toss it out of the ring, but as he does so, Adams reaches into his tights as quickly as he can. He appears to fasten something to his right hand, and as soon as Nessa reaches her feet, Adams swings a wild right hook that nearly knocks the blonde bombshell out of her ring boots! As the referee throws the chair out of the ring, oblivious to what just happened, Adams quickly pulls what are revealed to be brass knuckles off of his hand and sticks them back down his tights. As the referee turns back around, Adams covers Wall and the referee, with no knowledge of what just transpired, drops to count.
Nick Webb: Come on! Not like this!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... AJ ADAMS!!!
"Lights Out" by P.O.D. hits the BlazenTron as AJ sits up, grinning like he just got away with the biggest heist ever. The crowd reaction has reached nuclear hate as Adams stands up and bows to the crowd, still over the moon.
Nick Webb: That shouldn't count! That's B.S.!
Rayne: That's pro wrestling, Nick! Sometimes it's just not your night, and Nessa, honey... it was close, but this just wasn't your night!
Nick Webb: Good lord, I can only imagine the flak the front office is going to get for letting THIS go unpunished.
AJ starts to leave the ring, but finds himself compelled to stay as the referee leans down to check on Nessa. The music stops and the crowd boos louder (if it were possible) as Adams walks over to the referee and shoves him forcefully aside. The ref tries to get in Adams' face, but AJ responds with a quick punch that levels the official!
Nick Webb: Dammit, get out of here, AJ! It's over! You won! With an asterisk, might I add!
Rayne: There are no asterisks in pro wrestling, Nick! Only winners and losers!
With the official out of the way, Adams reaches down and starts dragging Nessa across the ring, until they reach one of the corners. AJ leans down and turns Nessa over, and then lifts her head and places it against the bottom turnbuckle. He then starts to climb as the crowd boos louder.
Nick Webb: Good God, what does he have in mind here?
Rayne: If he's thinking of doing what I think he's thinking of doing, this might break Nessa's neck! C'mon, AJ, Nick's right, you proved your point!
Nick Webb: Oh, NOW you're changing your tune?
Rayne: I like a good twist as much as anybody else, but the bell rang - there's no call for purposely going out of your way to maim or injure your opponent! What is this, UX?
AJ positions himself above Nessa and, for a moment, leaps off, his leg raised, looking as if he's going to curb stomp her! Miraculously, he stops just inches short of her head before busting out laughing. A loud "Fuck you Adams!" chant kicks up as AJ drops out of the corner and leans down, the camera zooming in to catch what he says to Nessa, who is still out cold.
AJ Adams: If I wanted to end you, I would... but I didn't. Not your last call yet.
Adams grins as he stands up, but his cockiness is short lived as the crowd explodes - out runs Nessa's manager/boyfriend, Matt Ford! Ford charges the ring and slides inside, heading directly for Adams, who quickly gets out of dodge, rolling out of the ring and grabbing his title. Ford decides to help Nessa and holds her, glaring at Adams, who makes his way to the ramp and starts walking backwards up it, mocking Ford as he does so. "Lights Out" starts playing again.
Nick Webb: Folks, I have to say, I'm rather disappointed in AJ Adams' actions here tonight. That is not how the World Champion of the BWF should conduct themselves.
Rayne: Are you saying you would have rather he broke Nessa's neck with that stomp?
Nick Webb: You KNOW what I mean, Rayne.
As Ford shouts inaudibly at Adams, the World Champion of the BWF cockily continues his saunter up the ramp, his eyes never leave Matt Ford's. He reaches the stage and, title draped over his shoulder, motions for Ford to 'bring it', but the mood suddenly shifts as "Defy You" by The Offspring hits the BlazenTron! AJ's eyes widen ever so slightly as the crowd leaps to their feet, cheering wildly!
Nick Webb: Oh, we know what THAT music is!
Rayne: And so does AJ Adams!
Indeed, Adams finally turns around and finds himself face to face with the #1 Contender for his Championship, Kyle Cross! Cross wastes no time in attacking Adams, hitting him with several well-aimed punches that send the Champion reeling. Adams turns away from Cross, trying to make distance between himself and the Scarred Sentinel... but he gets leveled by a MASSIVE clothesline from Matt Ford, turning him inside out! The crowd pops louder as Ford glares at Cross, then points down at Adams and rakes his thumb across his throat. Cross seems to concur, as he picks Adams up by his hair and throws him with force into the barricade lining the ramp as Ford slides back in the ring to tend to Nessa.
Nick Webb: Kyle Cross has had it with AJ Adams! He's giving Adams a taste of what's coming for him in L.A. at Happenstance! Remember, all this will be legal there!
Adams tries stumbling away, making his way around the ring, but Cross catches him and whips him hard into the steel ringpost. He pulls Adams up and drags him a few feet before whipping him a second time, this time aiming him right into the steel ring steps! Adams slides into the steps face first, breaking them in two and nearly knocking him out! Cross pulls Adams up again and AJ tries swinging a few punches wildly, but Cross dodges them before kicking AJ in the gut and bending him over long enough for Cross to hit him with the Crossfire Driver on the outside mat! A loud "Let's go Cross!" chant has broken out as Kyle takes a moment to soak in the adulation of the crowd.
Rayne: I hate to say it... but the Crossfire Army is en masse here tonight in Dallas! If we weren't sure earlier when he beat Godless, we're damn sure of that now!
After picking up a now limp AJ Adams, Kyle Cross drags him over to the announce table of Rayne and Nick Webb. He nods to both men before lifting Adams up and laying him across the table. Kyle then looks over to the nearest turnbuckle and the crowd gets even louder!
Nick Webb: Oh, don't tell me... there's no way!
Indeed, Cross wastes no time in rolling into the ring and scaling one of the corners nearest the announcers. He looks out to the crowd, then down at his opponent at Happenstance, before grinning widely. Without wasting another moment, Cross leaps off the top rope, aiming a flying elbow that takes him all the way from the top rope to the announcer's table! He hits his target dead center, leveling the table and sending both himself and Adams crashing through it! A "Holy shit!" chant breaks out as both men lie in the wreckage of the announcer's table. A few feet away, the BWF World Championship is lying on the ground.
Rayne: That's what it's all about, Nick! The BWF World Title! That's what these two are gonna be killing each other for in one week at Happenstance!
Nick Webb: If this was the pre match... I can't WAIT to see what happens when the actual match starts! Is there going to be anything left of either of these men by the time Happenstance comes to a close?
Rayne: Not if they do it right, Nick!
Nick Webb: Man... a new Happenstance Monarch, a No Holds Barred Match for the BWF World Championship, and so much more... I can't wait until next Monday! Happenstance is going to be off the charts! Folks, do not miss it or you will regret it, I promise you that! For Rayne, I'm Nick Webb... good night from Havok! We'll see you in Los Angeles!
We see one final shot of both Kyle Cross and AJ Adams lying in the wreckage of the shattered announcer's table before the feed fades to the BWF logo, and then finally to black.
© Blazenwing Wrestling Federation 2013
QUICK RESULTS
Derrick Daze def. Elizabeth Davis
HAPPENSTANCE TOURNAMENT: Elena Simonova def. Toco
HAPPENSTANCE TOURNAMENT: Isaiah Mercier def. Andrew Titus Murphy
Kyle Cross def. Godless
AJ Adams def. Nessa Wall
Emily Corlen: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the last edition of Monday Night Havok before Happenstance.
She smiles.
Emily Corlen: Normally, I'd let the show begin and have Nick and Rayne talk the show up before coming out to address the crowd directly, but what I have to say, I'm so excited about, I couldn't wait. Also, I'll be out in the ring later tonight... provided Jacob Figgins ever shows up.
She chuckles before continuing.
Emily Corlen: Throughout the BWF's ten year history, countless tag teams have called themselves the BWF Tag Team Champions. For years, we've seen some of the greatest superstars in our industry hold those coveted belts across numerous organizations, including BWF, TGW and RXW. Names like Gabe Shelley... The Legend... The Executioner... Chamelion... Tim Murphy... Casey Campbell... even yours truly, alongside Matt Stone when those titles were still a part of Revolution X Wrestling.
A playful, almost reminiscent smirk crosses Emily's face, just for a moment.
Emily Corlen: But as we say in BWF, "honor the past, embrace the future"! We've waited long enough to dust off the Tag Team Championships - and I for one am more than ready to see them back in play.
Emily takes a step to the left, showing the BWF Tag Team Championships sitting on her desk. The crowd cheers.
Emily Corlen: Many people will say that there's no point in reactivating these titles without, and I quote, "a devoted tag team division". Here's what I think; even during BWF's greatest days, the company never had any such thing as a devoted tag team division. Some of the greatest teams in BWF history were thrown together by chance... and at Happenstance, I'm going to allow chance to create the next great tag team in BWF history. We're going to have a battle royal... and the final two competitors standing in that battle royal, regardless of who they are... will be crowned the NEW BWF Tag Team Champions.
The camera zooms in on the well-shined gold as the crowd cheers again.
Emily Corlen: As for who will be in that battle royal? Stay tuned.
Emily winks to the camera and grins as the scene fades to black and the intro for Havok starts playing.
Episode 148 - May 20, 2013
Nick Webb: Monday Night Havok is live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas! We're one week away from Happenstance live on pay-per-view, and what a show we have for you all tonight!
Rayne: We're going to find out which two competitors will be joining Godless and Nessa Wall in the final four of the Happenstance Tournament of Kings! Speaking of Godless and Wall, they'll be in action tonight as well, as they face the #1 Contender to the BWF World Title and the man who holds that title, respectively! What's going to happen?
Nick Webb: We'll find out later tonight, but right now, let's kick things off with a little one on one action!
Right before the bell rings, Derrick Daze ambushes Elizabeth Davis outside of the ring from behind, grabbing the back of her head and slamming her face first into the apron. Daze is delighted by the rage he experienced last week in his loss against Godless, taking it out on Davis without mercy as he pulls her hair and drives her against a steel ring post. While the referee attempts to halt Daze’s actions, the fans are shouting as Davis collapses from the pain, holding her pained face in her hands. Daze walks past the referee and makes his way over to Davis, then he pulls her up and rolls her into the ring, quick to follow suit. The bell rings for the official start of the match, yet the advantage is Daze’s to do as he wishes. Once in the ring, he takes the time to amplify her pain with impact moves.
Nick Webb: What is the matter with Derrick Daze?! The ambush was uncalled for!
Rayne: That’s no way to treat a gorgeous lady like Liz. ...even though she’s Canadian.
Unbeknownst to Derrick closing in on her, Elizabeth slowly gathers herself to stand-- only to suffer The Fall (Running Crane Kick) straight to her face. She’s instantly floored, literally dazed as Derrick smirks and plants boots on her chest. The referee starts a count, but it ends before the five as Daze backs off to taunt the disapproving fans. He scouts the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Davis’s attempts to find any time to recover come to a halt as Daze executes his Best Damn Senton (Triple Springboard Corkscrew Senton). He opts for the immediate cover as the referee counts the 1, 2, 3, gaining the victory in the opening match.
Winner: Derrick Daze, via Pinfall
"Hybris" by Lamented Souls sounds off from the PA system as the referee raises Daze’s hand in victory. Daze sneers at him, jerks his hand away, and poses in his own limelight. He then spits on Davis before rolling out of the ring and laughing at his work.
Nick Webb: I’m shocked by Daze’s relentless behavior! What has gotten into him?!
Rayne: I don’t know, but he easily destroyed Liz. Sucks to be her right now.
Nick Webb: Well this is quite a way to start off Havok! Right now, folks, we're gonna take things backstage with Toshi Yang. Toshi, what do ya got for us?
Beaming with Confidence
Backstage, a camera focuses in on Toshi Yang and Isaiah Mercier standing together. Mercier is dressed in his ring attire, ready for action. Toshi smiles and brings the microphone to her lips.
Toshi Yang: Hello everyone! I’m Toshi Yang, here with one of the newcomers of the BWF, “Simply” Isaiah Mercier.
Isaiah Mercier: Ah, it sounds so sweet coming from you, beautiful. (winks)
She blushes for a brief moment before clearing her throat.
Toshi Yang: Mr. Mercier--
Isaiah Mercier: Please, call me Isaiah. Addressing me with “mister” sounds really weird.
Toshi Yang: Fair enough, Isaiah. Coming up, you and Andrew Titus Murphy are pitted against each other in a double-debut Happenstance Quarterfinal Match. How are you feeling about your first appearance in a professional wrestling ring? Should you win this match, how do you think you will fair at Happenstance?
She extends the microphone for him and he chuckles, standing in quick contemplation of her questions. A smile crosses his face as he speaks.
Isaiah Mercier: Honestly, I’ve had quite a case of insomnia from sheer excitement. I’ve wrestled in high school and college, even did some amateur stints, but never on a professional level. Now my dream has become a reality and I’m ready to fight with the Lord beside me.
He looks up with a smirk and sighs, then focuses back on what's in front of him again.
Isaiah Mercier: As far as this match goes, I have no intention of losing to Andy. I’d love to advance to the semi-finals-- hell, to the finals themselves, and win it all. Number one contender for the BWF World Championship sounds nice, don’t you think? Wanna know what sounds better?
This answer, he whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear, but still be powerful with his eyes straight at the camera.
Isaiah Mercier: BWF World Champion Isaiah Mercier.
Being this close, Mercier steals a quick kiss from Toshi before he makes his way towards the starting line. She blushes brightly, unable to stop smiling at what just happened.
The ringing of the bell resonates throughout the American Airlines Center. Simonova starts off strong as she targets Toco’s legs with vicious kicks. Toco grimaces from the growing pain and retaliates with right hands, combating the BWF Sovereign Champion using his brawling skills. Despite this minor setback, Simonova is quick to understand that she cannot compete with him in a slugfest, utilizing her martial arts to strike him from different angles. This turns to her advantage as she suddenly nails him with a standing dropkick, knocking him off his feet. Immediately, she climbs to the top turnbuckle and crouches, waiting for him to arise. The moment he’s barely on his feet, she flies with The KGB (Top rope splash into Dragonrana pin), but only receives a 2 count from the referee.
Nick Webb: Close call for the BWF Hall of Famer! He hasn’t had much offensive luck in this match.
Rayne: That’s because the ever-so-lovely Elena is grabbing the bull by the horns and not letting go. She’s on fire! (whistles)
Toco is reeling from the surprise attack, attempting to refocus on the task at hand. Elena is on her feet seconds before he is, then she connects a two-punch combination to his chest, following up with a spinning heel kick across the face. Taken aback by the strikes, Toco barely knows where he is as he stumbles, nearly losing his balance. Elena charges towards him, commencing the Hammer and Sickle (Running double axe handle followed by Buzzsaw kick) with great success. Toco is down and just about out, much to the champion’s joy. Simonova leans over to pull Toco up, and once he’s in her grasp, she locks him into the deadly Iron Curtain (Octopus Stretch) and plays the waiting game to his pained yells. She doesn’t have to wait too long before Toco taps out only a few seconds later.
Winner: Elena Simonova, via Submission
"My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light 'Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy plays throughout the arena as Simonova releases Toco. Soon her hand is raised in victory by the referee, pleased with herself as she advances into the Happenstance Semi-Finals.
A Word From Our Sponsor
After a promo for the movies you can see on HBO airs, "Into the Unfathomed Tower" by Candlemass hits the P.A. quite suddenly. Fans are given only a few seconds to ponder who this music could belong to before the logo of the "Chaos Theory Brewery" appears on the BlazenTron. From behind the entrance curtain, the form of one of the co-owners soon becomes visible to the crowd. Jacob Figgins is dressed to impress; well, in his own way. A pair of dickies, a white t-shirt along with a leather vest that only had a few patches on it. He never was a suit kinda guy. Slung over his shoulder is what looks to be a title belt that is still inside a silk bag. On his way to the ring, he makes sure to interact with the fans a little, slapping hands with those who have them stretched out and even sparing a few seconds for a couple photo ops before he finally makes it to the ring. He hops onto the apron and turns to face the audience. Hooking both arms about the top rope, he flips himself into the ring, even catching the belt before it can touch the mat. Once in the center of the ring, he accepts the mic from the ring announcer.
Jacob Figgins: Well, when I first heard the name Blazenwing, it belonged to a weird dude in a green mask. I didn't know it was a company back then and I didn't think I'd be standing in this ring. Odd how those things work out, huh? At any rate, back in 2009, a wrestling company decided to throw two of the craziest guys in the industry into a match where they could do whatever the hell they wanted. It was pure chaos. There was blood, the ring got all messed up, some dude's father tried to kill me. Seriously, what was that dude's problem?
Figgy pauses looking about with a questioning glance, seeing if anyone might pipe in with an answer. There is none, so he shrugs and carries on.
Jacob Figgins: Anyway, it was crazy. Then, only a couple months later, they throw us together as a tag team. We didn't like each other, we disagreed on just about everything... except for three things; a love of Chaos, a love of beer and a love of this great industry. Soon, my basement, a place that has been used to train many in this industry, names like Derrick Daze and Akemi Hayashi... that basement soon turned into the Chaos Theory Brewery. It wasn't a business started just for the sake of making extra money, it was made for you, the wrestling fans. (Crowd Pop) It was made for those fledgling indy companies that had trouble getting along. We offered sponsorship to many small companies, so our wrestling world could keep breeding new talent, because you never know from what high school gym the next icon could arise from.
Nick Webb: He's right, you know!
Jacob Figgins: So, sponsoring the BWF? It was kind of a different move on our part. I mean, they have their premium cable deal, they have their big venues, they have their big names. So many times, I have been approached with questions as to why the other co-owner of this company and myself decided to sponsor the BWF. Even though we've had our disputes in the past, Emily Corlen and I share a common goal. We both care about the future of this industry. We uphold strong traditions, but have an open mind for any and all changes the future may bring. So, without any further ado... Emily Corlen, come on down.
"She's a Rebel" by Green Day hits the BlazenTron and Emily Corlen walks out onto the stage, smirking. The fans cheer as Emily walks down the ramp and heads up the ring steps. Of course, Figgins is all gentleman like and opens the ropes for the lady. She enters the ring and the music fades as a tech hands her a mic.
Emily Corlen: Ladies and gentlemen... truly an icon of this industry himself, the one and only Jacob Figgins.
She motions to Jacob Figgins, and the crowd cheers loudly.
Emily Corlen: Alright, Jake. Whatcha got for us?
Jacob Figgins: Well now, maybe I'm a bit old fashioned here. But I don't believe that a title should be revealed in front of a live or television audience before it is actually fought over for the first time. That little Twitter leak, I'm not sure if that counts or not. Good old Twitter, always causing trouble for that bad ol' puddy tat.
The crowd laughs.
Emily Corlen: Um... you mean Tweety Bird? The Looney Tunes character? Because those are two completely different things.
Jacob Figgins: Oh... Tweety? Forgive me, fell on my head a couple times last night. Anynoodle. As co-owner of the Chaos Theory Brewery, I would like to present this to you and to the BWF.
Lifting the concealed title off his shoulder, he takes it in both hands and hands it over to Emily.
Emily Corlen: Thank you very much, Jacob. Now this Championship, it will be decided - but not tonight, and not at Happenstance. In time. You see, this is not going to be some ordinary Championship. It's right there in the name - the CHAOS Theory Title. I'm thinking something a little less run of the mill. Something difficult to hold onto unless you're really, really good. How's a title defense every single show sound? Havok, pay-per-view... if the cameras are rolling, this title will be on the line.
As Emily talks, Jacob looks about ready to leave. In fact, he is in that halfway in - halfway out pose between the ropes. You know, that pose a lot of divas use to tease the audience? Luckily, he isn't wearing a skirt. He slowly re-enters the ring and stands up as he raises the mic back to his lips.
Jacob Figgins: If the cameras are rolling...? Corlen, you're a genius. Perhaps accidentally, but there you go.
Emily smirks, cocking her head sideways in a questioning manner.
Jacob Figgins: You want Chaos? REAL Chaos? As soon as Havok is on the air, that title is up for grabs. As soon as those opening pyros go off. There could be a title match in the parking lot. There could be a title match when Toshi Yang is singing the National Anthem. What? You don't think she'd be singing the National Anthem? With this title, ANYTHING can happen. Hell, Toshi could be singing the National Anthem while winning this title at the same time. Don't let her fool you, I've stared at those legs long enough to know they have kicking power. I'm rambling, aren't I? Shut up, Figgy. Annnnnyway... as long as the cameras are rolling, anytime, anywhere... this title is on the line.
Figgins grins as the crowd cheers loudly.
Jacob Figgins: Stay crazy, my friends.
"Into the Unfathomed tower" once more hits the PA as Figgy makes his exit out of the ring. Emily glances down at the still-covered title across her shoulder and shrugs, impressed with Figgins' idea.
Nick Webb: A Championship that is on the line as long as the cameras are rolling? What have Corlen and Figgins concocted here?
Rayne: The future of the BWF, Nick... the Chaos Theory Championship! BRING IT ON!
As soon as the bell rings, Mercier and Murphy lock up and attempt to overpower the other. Knowing Murphy is the bigger man, Mercier decides to take the easier route and knees him in the midsection, twisting his arm behind his back. Murphy is quick enough to reverse the maneuver and punch Mercier’s face. Mercier barely reacts to the pain and instead delivers a right hook to Murphy’s temple. This unleashes a brawl in the center of the ring between the two men; the fans are roaring with approval as the two men exchange rights and lefts relentlessly. Not satisfied with a stalemate, Murphy rakes Mercier’s eyes to block his offense-- much to the referee’s disapproval-- and Irish whips him into a corner of the ring. Mercier’s unable to stop Murphy’s forearm smash from hitting his face, then his body is SOLD! (Stiff combo punches).
Nick Webb: What vicious strikes from the Mogul turned wrestler!
Rayne: Atta boy, Murphy! Destroy that God-kissing punk!
Murphy steps back to observe his work with a chuckle, taking his eyes off of his opponent for just a brief moment-- and suddenly his face is met by a spinning backfist. Stunned, his face falls victim to a devious Tear Jerker (Enzuigiri). Mercier rushes for the pin attempt, but he only receives a 2-count when Murphy powers out. Paige slaps the apron with her hands in an attempt to encourage Murphy as both men are back on their feet. Mercier grabs Murphy and tries to go for an Irish whip, but Murphy reverses it into one of his own, sending Mercier to the corner again. Murphy sees Mercier charging him, and he reacts accordingly, catching him and forcing him to collide with the ring using the C-Note Slam. Not giving any time, ATM hooks the leg for the pin attempt, but Mercier gets the shoulder up at 2.
Rayne: That was a slow count, ref! That was supposed to be a 3!
Nick Webb: But it was a 2, Rayne. Mercier’s in a bit of a dilemma. It looks like Murphy’s looking to finish him off.
ATM argues with the referee about the count, thrusting three fingers in front of his face. Isaiah hisses from the pain and breathes with slight tension. The fans boo ATM and he mocks them, shouting with pride and anger. This leaves ATM distracted, and it gives Isaiah enough time to wrench him right into the Drop Outta Heaven (Double-knee backbreaker). To buy her client some time, Paige climbs on the apron and distracts the referee, not realizing the pin attempt by Isaiah. Without the attention, he opts to take a very small moment to catch his breath as ATM is still aching. After a few seconds, the referee disregards Paige and turns back to both men who are barely getting up. ATM seizes Isaiah and Irish whips him against the ropes, going for The Best That Money Can Buy (Big Boot), but Isaiah moves out of the way, grabs his arms and turns him over. The fans are roaring as they witness the Divine Simplicity (Spinning inverted double-underhook facebuster) in the center of the ring. ATM’s leg is hooked and Isaiah receives the referee’s 1, 2, 3 for the win.
Winner: Isaiah Mercier, via Pinfall
"The Consequence" by You Me At Six plays from the PA system as Mercier almost stumbles getting back on his feet. The referee looks to raise his hand in victory, but Mercier opts for a high five from the striped official instead. Strange but well-received, Mercier grins and brings his arms into the form of a holy cross.
Rayne: Damn! The pretty boy wins... You let me down, Murphy! You let me down real bad!
Nick Webb: What a double-debut match! ATM was good, but Mercier was better as he moves on to the Happenstance Semi-Finals alongside Elena Simonova tonight!
Rayne: Nessa “Gorgeous Eye Candy” Wall is gonna tear this angelic reject apart in a week!
Nick Webb: That’s a possibility, Rayne, but we’ll just have to wait and see what Happenstance has in store!
Coming Soon on Pay-Per-View
The bell’s ring signifies the start of the match and Cross and Godless are exchanging blows. Cross immediately captures the advantage with an European uppercut that halts Godless’s offense before striking him with a well-executed spinning heel kick to the jaw. Godless reels for a moment, shaken but still strong as he reverses a charging attack from Cross, throwing him over the ropes. As Godless turns away, he’s unaware that Cross steadied himself on the apron. A smile crosses Cross’s face as he springboards off the top rope, nailing Godless with The Sentinel Strike (Springboard Superman punch) right when he turns around. The fans are on their feet with excitement, chanting Cross’s name.
Rayne: Ugh, listen to the fans cheer for the goody-good. Guess they’re worthless Crossfire Army members.
Nick Webb: I wouldn’t say that, Rayne. The Crossfire Army originated here in BWF! That’s something to be very proud of!
Cross is on his feet and he takes a moment to acknowledge the cheers of the fans. Nodding with approval, he focuses on McLoughlin again and watches him slowly get back up. Cross meets him head on with a punch to the chest, straightening him for a brief moment before knocking him down with Look To The North (Snap Jumping Side Kick). The fans are highly supportive as Cross leans over and pulls McLoughlin up on his feet. Applying a side headlock, Cross lifts him up and sends him crashing down with The Crossfire Driver (Vertical Sidedriver). The hook of the leg and the referee counts the 1, 2, 3 to Cross’s victory.
Winner: Kyle Cross, via Pinfall
"Defy You" by The Offspring resonates throughout the arena, barely heard over the fans’ loud cheers for the Scarred Sentinel. Cross gets to his feet and allows the referee to raise his hand in an easy victory here in Dallas, Texas.
Rayne: And down goes Godless Lite!
Nick Webb: That was a quick and flawless victory for Kyle Cross. That should send quite a message to AJ Adams.
Rayne: Oh please. McLoughlin is a chump; Adams is OUR BWF World Champion! There’s a big difference there, Nick. Happenstance, Kyle’s gonna crash and burn.
Nick Webb: We’ll see about that. Coming up, folks, is our main event featuring AJ Adams and Nessa Wall in a non-title match!
Going It Alone
After the bumper for the next episode of Game of Thrones airs, we see Nessa Wall and her manager/boyfriend, Matt Ford, making their way toward the Gorilla position for the forthcoming main event. They turn a corner and stop as they see Emily Corlen standing there.
Emily Corlen: Gosh, I'm kind of all over this show tonight, aren't I? I REALLY need to get an assistant.
Emily chuckles as Nessa and Matt start to walk around her. They stop when she holds her hand up.
Emily Corlen: Hold up. I was actually hoping to catch you two before you went out there tonight. Um, so how do I say this... uh, Matt, was it? You... are banned from ringside during tonight's main event.
Both Nessa and Matt seem beside themselves at this decision. Emily quickly calms them down.
Emily Corlen: Hey, hey, hey! Don't get mad at me... you two are the ones who decided to stir up trouble earlier on Twitter. Right now, what I'm doing here? This is damage control. I cannot and will not risk you, Mr. Ford, interrupting my main event and tipping the scales. Normally, I'd just let things slide, but I have very real reason to believe that you might interject yourself and frankly, I'm not willing to let that happen. So, I'm sorry. My decision is final.
Nessa glares at Emily.
Emily Corlen: Oh, don't look at me like that. You wanted a chance to prove to AJ Adams that you're the real deal? Get your ass out there and prove it. One on one. NO outside help.
Emily smirks for a moment.
Emily Corlen: Believe me when I tell you NOBODY will be helping AJ Adams tonight. I mean, c'mon... you've seen the way he acts on Twitter.
She smiles playfully, but neither Wall nor Ford are having any of it. After a tense staredown, Nessa finally pushes her way past the BWF Owner. Matt Ford just stands there, staring at Emily.
Emily Corlen: Don't YOU look at me like that, either. I can still have you thrown out of here, MISTER Ford.
Emily shakes her head and walks away, sighing loudly, as the camera cuts back to the ring for the main event.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is the main event of the evening and is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, she hails from San Diego, California... weighing in tonight at 110 pounds... she is NESSA WALL!!!
The lights fade to a pale pink, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman moving slowly towards the foreground. Mocking feminine laughter erupts over the speakers, bleeding into the driving guitars of Jet's "She's a Genius". The images on the screen shift, melting away as though doused in acid. Images flash, showing a petite blonde woman dominating both men and women in the wrestling ring.
My girl is ready to take control
She just blows my mind
She only listens to the radio to see who's alive
Yeah!
Nessa steps out at the top of the ramp, this time without the accompaniment of her boyfriend, Matt Ford, and raises her arms up in the air. Silver pyros rain down over her, a look of displeasure on her face.
She wakes up scared of getting old
She don't feel no shame
She knows so many pretty boys
but they are all the same
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she seems completely oblivious to the attention of the few supporters she does have in the crowd. She takes her sweet time getting down to the ring. She knows every eye is on her, and she loves every minute of it.
They said "Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do"
She says "um, nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you"
That girl is a genius
Who o o o o ohw
I think she's serious
Who o o o o ohw
As the driving rock beat of Jet continues to rape every ear drum in attendance, Nessa pumps her fists in the air before stepping between the ropes. She immediately sprints across the ring and jumps up on the turnbuckles in the corner. Thrusting her fist in the air with one hand, she presses her palm to her lips and blows a kiss to the audience with the other before hopping down as her music fades out.
Rayne: Best. Introduction. Ever.
Nick Webb: Nessa Wall is looking to impress us all. She can do just that if she’s able to defeat AJ Adams tonight.
Rayne: It kills me to say this because she’s drop-dead gorgeous, but the World Champ is going to win this match.
Nick Webb: I’m confident that Wall’s going to give Adams a run for his money. Anything is possible in the BWF, and I don't necessarily think Nessa Wall winning this match would be considered an upset!
Scott Benjamin: And her opponent, he is the current and reigning BWF World Champion... he hails from Los Angeles, California... weighing in tonight at 176 pounds... he is A... J... ADAMS!!!
"Lights Out" by P.O.D. hits the BlazenTron and the lights go dim as blue and red lights begin to search the arena. As a burst of pyro goes off, AJ Adams is seen standing on the stage looking into the ring, the BWF Championship belt wrapped around his waist. He walks down and sometimes points to the sky. He slides into the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles. Adams then points out to the crowd and then makes a fist with each hand. He jumps down to the mat and regards his opponent.
Rayne: There he is, the BEST in the BWF, AJ Adams!
Nick Webb: AJ certainly is at the top of the mountain here in BWF. If he’s able to successfully defend his championship against Kyle Cross at Happenstance, not only will he have a victory over a highly seasoned wrestler, but it will also solidify his words of being a true champion.
Rayne: Wise words, Nick! And tonight, he’ll obtain another victory towards Happenstance when he breaks Wall down!
Nick Webb: I wouldn’t underestimate her if I were you, or anyone else for that matter.
DING!
After the belt is relinquished by a ring official, the bell rings and Adams and Wall are going off on each other. It’s a strong exchange of blows, rights and lefts leaving their marks in an attempt to obtain the first advantage of the match. Wall headbutts Adams’s chest and causes him to stagger, but he retaliates with a fierce European uppercut. She does not lose her balance, immediately grabbing his right hand and twisting into a wristlock. Adams tries to reverse this and he nearly succeeds, but Wall counters with a spinning wristlock on the same side. Although he grimaces, Adams pulls her over into a snapmare throw that forces her to release the lock. While Wall is down, Adams seeks to weaken her with an armbar attempt, but he can’t quite lock it in and she surprises him with a kip-up and a backflip kick to the top of his head. Nessa covers and the referee counts!
1!
2!
Kickout! The first pin attempt of the match receives a two count from the referee after Adams powers out.
Nick Webb: Nessa Wall looks to have an early advantage in the match! What an exchange between the two.
Rayne: AJ’s just warming up. In all honesty, this is child’s play to him... Wait, what the hell?
Upon the BlazenTron, “Godless” Flynn McLoughlin is seen backstage, battered from his defeat at the hands of Kyle Cross earlier in the night. He’s observing the match from a television monitor, sneering with discontent. Wall is not affected by this, keeping her eyes on Adams as she slaps the taste out of his mouth. Quickly delivering a kick to his midsection, Wall runs to the ropes, steps onto the apron and goes for what looks to be a springboard dropkick-- only for Adams to capture her ankles and let her drop on the ring. He moves for a better grip on her legs, falls back like a human catapult, and sends her flying head first into the top turnbuckle. Wall is stunned for just a moment, but it’s all Adams needs to rush in, lock his arms around her waist, and drives her back with a German suplex that intentionally drops her on her head. Adams turns over and hooks the leg and the referee makes the count!
1!
2!
No! Kickout! Nessa gets her shoulder up.
Nick Webb: Only a two count there for the BWF World Champion. I have to wonder if he's not a little surprised that he hasn't already put Nessa Wall away? Perhaps he underestimated her?
Rayne: Not a chance. He's just giving her the illusion of control. Just you wait!
Adams smirks, stands up and plants a couple boots to Wall’s head and chest. The fans are yelling obscenities and raining boos on the World Champion, yet this only amuses him as he basks in their hate. After a moment, he decides to refocus on the task at hand, turning to Wall and pulling her up by her hair. Wall, however, does not take this lightly as she nails Adams with an incredibly harsh Down Boy (Knee strike to the midsection). Adams groans in pain and leans over, giving Wall the opportunity to bounce against the ropes and plant him face first with a running bulldog. She goes for the pin and hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Kickout! Adams gets his shoulder up. Upon the BlazenTron, the view switches over to “Simply” Isaiah Mercier in his locker room, also watching the match on his television.
Rayne: What is with all these cameo appearances during the main event?! First Godless, now Mercier! Who’s next, Elena Simonova?!
Much to Rayne’s dismay, the camera does indeed cut to the BWF Sovereign Champion, Elena Simonova, accompanied by both of her managers.
Nick Webb: Three Happenstance Tournament competitors, all watching this match to study the fourth competitor and the World Champion. Whether it’s Adams or Cross, one of them will have to defend their championship belt against the next Happenstance Monarch!
Back in the ring, Nessa pulls Adams to his feet, but he quickly counters and hits her with a jawbreaker, dropping her to her knees. Adams springs to his feet, bounds off the ropes, and connects with a shining wizard before going for a quick cover.
1!
2!
Kickout! Again, Adams only gets a 2 count. This time, the Champion sits up, visibly irritated, before glaring down at Nessa and saying something inaudibly.
Rayne: Don't tell me this chick is getting under AJ's skin?
Nick Webb: I think Adams is cracking, Rayne! If he loses here tonight to Wall, I can only imagine what his mindset would be going into his No Holds Barred Match against Cross for the BWF World Title in one week!
After looking down at Nessa and thinking for a moment, Adams rolls out of the ring and goes to grab his Championship. He stops, however, and instead shoves Scott Benjamin out of his seat, picking up the chair Benjamin was sitting on and folding it with a loud snap. The crowd begins booing louder as Adams glares into the ring.
Nick Webb: I think I know what Adams has in mind here... and I'm not a fan of this!
Rayne: I am! Knock her out of the park, AJ! SUH-WING, batter-batter! HA!
Metal chair in hand, Adams rolls back into the ring as Nessa is slowly rising to her feet. Of course, this is all in plain view of the referee, who immediately rushes over to Adams and tries to take away the foreign implement. Adams shoves him a few feet away, and then glares at him before loudly yelling "FINE, TAKE IT!" and throwing the chair all the way across the ring. The referee moves across the ring to grab the chair and toss it out of the ring, but as he does so, Adams reaches into his tights as quickly as he can. He appears to fasten something to his right hand, and as soon as Nessa reaches her feet, Adams swings a wild right hook that nearly knocks the blonde bombshell out of her ring boots! As the referee throws the chair out of the ring, oblivious to what just happened, Adams quickly pulls what are revealed to be brass knuckles off of his hand and sticks them back down his tights. As the referee turns back around, Adams covers Wall and the referee, with no knowledge of what just transpired, drops to count.
Nick Webb: Come on! Not like this!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... AJ ADAMS!!!
"Lights Out" by P.O.D. hits the BlazenTron as AJ sits up, grinning like he just got away with the biggest heist ever. The crowd reaction has reached nuclear hate as Adams stands up and bows to the crowd, still over the moon.
Nick Webb: That shouldn't count! That's B.S.!
Rayne: That's pro wrestling, Nick! Sometimes it's just not your night, and Nessa, honey... it was close, but this just wasn't your night!
Nick Webb: Good lord, I can only imagine the flak the front office is going to get for letting THIS go unpunished.
AJ starts to leave the ring, but finds himself compelled to stay as the referee leans down to check on Nessa. The music stops and the crowd boos louder (if it were possible) as Adams walks over to the referee and shoves him forcefully aside. The ref tries to get in Adams' face, but AJ responds with a quick punch that levels the official!
Nick Webb: Dammit, get out of here, AJ! It's over! You won! With an asterisk, might I add!
Rayne: There are no asterisks in pro wrestling, Nick! Only winners and losers!
With the official out of the way, Adams reaches down and starts dragging Nessa across the ring, until they reach one of the corners. AJ leans down and turns Nessa over, and then lifts her head and places it against the bottom turnbuckle. He then starts to climb as the crowd boos louder.
Nick Webb: Good God, what does he have in mind here?
Rayne: If he's thinking of doing what I think he's thinking of doing, this might break Nessa's neck! C'mon, AJ, Nick's right, you proved your point!
Nick Webb: Oh, NOW you're changing your tune?
Rayne: I like a good twist as much as anybody else, but the bell rang - there's no call for purposely going out of your way to maim or injure your opponent! What is this, UX?
AJ positions himself above Nessa and, for a moment, leaps off, his leg raised, looking as if he's going to curb stomp her! Miraculously, he stops just inches short of her head before busting out laughing. A loud "Fuck you Adams!" chant kicks up as AJ drops out of the corner and leans down, the camera zooming in to catch what he says to Nessa, who is still out cold.
AJ Adams: If I wanted to end you, I would... but I didn't. Not your last call yet.
Adams grins as he stands up, but his cockiness is short lived as the crowd explodes - out runs Nessa's manager/boyfriend, Matt Ford! Ford charges the ring and slides inside, heading directly for Adams, who quickly gets out of dodge, rolling out of the ring and grabbing his title. Ford decides to help Nessa and holds her, glaring at Adams, who makes his way to the ramp and starts walking backwards up it, mocking Ford as he does so. "Lights Out" starts playing again.
Nick Webb: Folks, I have to say, I'm rather disappointed in AJ Adams' actions here tonight. That is not how the World Champion of the BWF should conduct themselves.
Rayne: Are you saying you would have rather he broke Nessa's neck with that stomp?
Nick Webb: You KNOW what I mean, Rayne.
As Ford shouts inaudibly at Adams, the World Champion of the BWF cockily continues his saunter up the ramp, his eyes never leave Matt Ford's. He reaches the stage and, title draped over his shoulder, motions for Ford to 'bring it', but the mood suddenly shifts as "Defy You" by The Offspring hits the BlazenTron! AJ's eyes widen ever so slightly as the crowd leaps to their feet, cheering wildly!
Nick Webb: Oh, we know what THAT music is!
Rayne: And so does AJ Adams!
Indeed, Adams finally turns around and finds himself face to face with the #1 Contender for his Championship, Kyle Cross! Cross wastes no time in attacking Adams, hitting him with several well-aimed punches that send the Champion reeling. Adams turns away from Cross, trying to make distance between himself and the Scarred Sentinel... but he gets leveled by a MASSIVE clothesline from Matt Ford, turning him inside out! The crowd pops louder as Ford glares at Cross, then points down at Adams and rakes his thumb across his throat. Cross seems to concur, as he picks Adams up by his hair and throws him with force into the barricade lining the ramp as Ford slides back in the ring to tend to Nessa.
Nick Webb: Kyle Cross has had it with AJ Adams! He's giving Adams a taste of what's coming for him in L.A. at Happenstance! Remember, all this will be legal there!
Adams tries stumbling away, making his way around the ring, but Cross catches him and whips him hard into the steel ringpost. He pulls Adams up and drags him a few feet before whipping him a second time, this time aiming him right into the steel ring steps! Adams slides into the steps face first, breaking them in two and nearly knocking him out! Cross pulls Adams up again and AJ tries swinging a few punches wildly, but Cross dodges them before kicking AJ in the gut and bending him over long enough for Cross to hit him with the Crossfire Driver on the outside mat! A loud "Let's go Cross!" chant has broken out as Kyle takes a moment to soak in the adulation of the crowd.
Rayne: I hate to say it... but the Crossfire Army is en masse here tonight in Dallas! If we weren't sure earlier when he beat Godless, we're damn sure of that now!
After picking up a now limp AJ Adams, Kyle Cross drags him over to the announce table of Rayne and Nick Webb. He nods to both men before lifting Adams up and laying him across the table. Kyle then looks over to the nearest turnbuckle and the crowd gets even louder!
Nick Webb: Oh, don't tell me... there's no way!
Indeed, Cross wastes no time in rolling into the ring and scaling one of the corners nearest the announcers. He looks out to the crowd, then down at his opponent at Happenstance, before grinning widely. Without wasting another moment, Cross leaps off the top rope, aiming a flying elbow that takes him all the way from the top rope to the announcer's table! He hits his target dead center, leveling the table and sending both himself and Adams crashing through it! A "Holy shit!" chant breaks out as both men lie in the wreckage of the announcer's table. A few feet away, the BWF World Championship is lying on the ground.
Rayne: That's what it's all about, Nick! The BWF World Title! That's what these two are gonna be killing each other for in one week at Happenstance!
Nick Webb: If this was the pre match... I can't WAIT to see what happens when the actual match starts! Is there going to be anything left of either of these men by the time Happenstance comes to a close?
Rayne: Not if they do it right, Nick!
Nick Webb: Man... a new Happenstance Monarch, a No Holds Barred Match for the BWF World Championship, and so much more... I can't wait until next Monday! Happenstance is going to be off the charts! Folks, do not miss it or you will regret it, I promise you that! For Rayne, I'm Nick Webb... good night from Havok! We'll see you in Los Angeles!
We see one final shot of both Kyle Cross and AJ Adams lying in the wreckage of the shattered announcer's table before the feed fades to the BWF logo, and then finally to black.
© Blazenwing Wrestling Federation 2013
QUICK RESULTS
Derrick Daze def. Elizabeth Davis
HAPPENSTANCE TOURNAMENT: Elena Simonova def. Toco
HAPPENSTANCE TOURNAMENT: Isaiah Mercier def. Andrew Titus Murphy
Kyle Cross def. Godless
AJ Adams def. Nessa Wall