Post by Commissioner on Dec 30, 2019 17:32:35 GMT
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
CC: GWA STAFF
SUBJECT: WELCOME
HELLO.
I AM VERY PLEASED WITH OUR FIRST INFAMY.
SO PLEASED, I'M ANNOUNCING OUR SECOND CHAMPIONSHIP.
THE NPP IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP.
OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS 5 LUCKY COMPETITORS WILL BE CHOSEN...
TO COMPETE IN A LADDER MATCH, TO CROWN OUR FIRST CHAMPION.
THE FIRST ENTRANT IS...
YOUR BATTLE ROYAL RUNNER UP, CAIM MCCALLAGHAN.
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
CC: GWA STAFF
SUBJECT: WELCOME
HELLO.
I AM VERY PLEASED WITH OUR FIRST INFAMY.
SO PLEASED, I'M ANNOUNCING OUR SECOND CHAMPIONSHIP.
THE NPP IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP.
OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS 5 LUCKY COMPETITORS WILL BE CHOSEN...
TO COMPETE IN A LADDER MATCH, TO CROWN OUR FIRST CHAMPION.
THE FIRST ENTRANT IS...
YOUR BATTLE ROYAL RUNNER UP, CAIM MCCALLAGHAN.
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up backstage where we see Wrestling's Greatest Tag Team walking backstage talking among themselves quietly, they are dressed to the nines with Bianca dressed in bright violet wrestling gear, that says Queen B on her backside with a crown over it. While her partner/bff was not dressed to compete wearing a pink dress black Dior high heel pumps, a Black Michael Kors bag slung over her shoulder. As the arrogant continue their staunter down the hall they soon spot a stagehand working they, look her up and down seeing something that just ticked them off about the person. They walked up, and surrounded the girl who was working to the point she had look up at them as she asked in a timid fashion.
Stagehand: Anything you girls need?
The duo let out a cackle, as they put their hands on their hips.
Veronica Taylor: Yes, um where is our water like we asked for it ten minutes ago and we were told one of you would fetch it for us you know, because we're super important like were not the fuggo B has to face tonight?
Bianca Davis: Ew, I don’t even want to think about her right now.
Veronica Taylor: Don’t worry I won’t ever let you look like her not that you could or look like this thing. I never knew Sherk was real but here it is.
The stagehand gasped as the Pretty Committee shared a heinous laugh.
Bianca Davis: Now, Sherk listen we are very important like the most important signing NPP has I mean who else would get this tag division project going but us anyway. But in reality this should be called the Pretty Committee Show. So are you going to get me that water because I am thirsty and I am going to need it.
Veronica Taylor: Uh you heard us now like move oh and make it two.
Veronica, and Bianca snapped their fingers as the stagehand left quickly probably wanting to escape the abuse for any length of time. As the duo twirl their hair and look at her each other.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh she smelled like a swamp I guess Ogres don’t have time to bathe.
Bianca Davis: Ugh its Sherk what do you expect? Like or is it Fiona either what whats the difference? Both are hideous beast. Unlike you, you're perfect doll.
Veronica does a fawn like that compliment took her back and shes “shocked”.
Veronica Taylor: No, you’re perfect that wrestling gear girl you make Violet look hot.
Bianca Davis: Oh shush you’re perfect.
Veronica Taylor: No you’re perfect.
As they keep going for what feels like forever on who is prefect. Soon enough “Sherk” returned with two bottles of water As they are handed them by the stage hand. Who tries to leave but B prevents from doing as she takes a sip of the water before spitting it onto the stage hand.
Bianca Davis: Ugh so warm like where you find this?! Our water has to be an exact temperature of 35.5 degrees like this is useless. Sherk, I thought you would of learned some manners but god it appears not. Ugh Vero don’t drink it.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, and its not imported either! Listen do you not have imported water because that is what we drink. Or cucumber water that is our fave there like its so good for the skin which you need help with that because your skin looks like leather.
They share a bitchy giggle moving closer as Veronica opens her water looking at it smugly, before her and then B from the other side dump it on her. As they laugh loudly in typical Mean Girl fashion. As the stage hand runs off crying they stare with pleased looks on their faces.
Bianca Davis: I wasn’t thirsty anyway, I just wanted to make an ogre cry.
Veronica Taylor: Ha, true she learned her lesson.
As they are pleased with themselves, giggling someone soon bumps into them, another stage hand carrying a bunch of papers that fall to the ground. As he scrounges to pick up the papers he soon grabs them his glasses fall as B says in a loud bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Ugh watch where you're going geek I am not trying to catch your basicness.
Veronica Taylor: How dare you bump into us? Don’t you know who we are?
Stagehand: I am sorry ladies but no I don’t.
They look shocked and gasp almost horrified.
Bianca Davis: Ugh how do you not know who we are? We are Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team, and the hottest thing you have ever seen in your life. The Pretty Committee.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, he must be like from under a rock or something but it doesn’t matter because quite frankly he owes us both an apology.
Stagehand: I’m sorry ladies.
They look less than happy with that apology as they whisper something amongst themselves. They soon share an evil smirk with each other.
Veronica Taylor: When you apologize to us you get on your knees.
Bianca Davis: ON YOUR KNEES UGGO!
Bianca shrieks loudly as the man who is intimidated just gets on his knees as they smirk.
Stagehand: I’m sorry for running into you ladies, It won’t happen again.
They laugh amused as Bianca then saws in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Bow basic.
Stagehand: What?
Veronica snaps in a bitchy tone.
Veronica Taylor: You heard the lady bow!
The man then bows in front of Wrestling Prettiest Tag Team as they laugh loudly they soon motion him up which he does, not before Veronica takes out her cellphone to take pictures of the man bowing in front of them. As he then runs off without so much as a word, the scene fades to black. The last thing the cameras spot is the evil smirks of the Pretty Committee.
The scene opens up backstage where we see Wrestling's Greatest Tag Team walking backstage talking among themselves quietly, they are dressed to the nines with Bianca dressed in bright violet wrestling gear, that says Queen B on her backside with a crown over it. While her partner/bff was not dressed to compete wearing a pink dress black Dior high heel pumps, a Black Michael Kors bag slung over her shoulder. As the arrogant continue their staunter down the hall they soon spot a stagehand working they, look her up and down seeing something that just ticked them off about the person. They walked up, and surrounded the girl who was working to the point she had look up at them as she asked in a timid fashion.
Stagehand: Anything you girls need?
The duo let out a cackle, as they put their hands on their hips.
Veronica Taylor: Yes, um where is our water like we asked for it ten minutes ago and we were told one of you would fetch it for us you know, because we're super important like were not the fuggo B has to face tonight?
Bianca Davis: Ew, I don’t even want to think about her right now.
Veronica Taylor: Don’t worry I won’t ever let you look like her not that you could or look like this thing. I never knew Sherk was real but here it is.
The stagehand gasped as the Pretty Committee shared a heinous laugh.
Bianca Davis: Now, Sherk listen we are very important like the most important signing NPP has I mean who else would get this tag division project going but us anyway. But in reality this should be called the Pretty Committee Show. So are you going to get me that water because I am thirsty and I am going to need it.
Veronica Taylor: Uh you heard us now like move oh and make it two.
Veronica, and Bianca snapped their fingers as the stagehand left quickly probably wanting to escape the abuse for any length of time. As the duo twirl their hair and look at her each other.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh she smelled like a swamp I guess Ogres don’t have time to bathe.
Bianca Davis: Ugh its Sherk what do you expect? Like or is it Fiona either what whats the difference? Both are hideous beast. Unlike you, you're perfect doll.
Veronica does a fawn like that compliment took her back and shes “shocked”.
Veronica Taylor: No, you’re perfect that wrestling gear girl you make Violet look hot.
Bianca Davis: Oh shush you’re perfect.
Veronica Taylor: No you’re perfect.
As they keep going for what feels like forever on who is prefect. Soon enough “Sherk” returned with two bottles of water As they are handed them by the stage hand. Who tries to leave but B prevents from doing as she takes a sip of the water before spitting it onto the stage hand.
Bianca Davis: Ugh so warm like where you find this?! Our water has to be an exact temperature of 35.5 degrees like this is useless. Sherk, I thought you would of learned some manners but god it appears not. Ugh Vero don’t drink it.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, and its not imported either! Listen do you not have imported water because that is what we drink. Or cucumber water that is our fave there like its so good for the skin which you need help with that because your skin looks like leather.
They share a bitchy giggle moving closer as Veronica opens her water looking at it smugly, before her and then B from the other side dump it on her. As they laugh loudly in typical Mean Girl fashion. As the stage hand runs off crying they stare with pleased looks on their faces.
Bianca Davis: I wasn’t thirsty anyway, I just wanted to make an ogre cry.
Veronica Taylor: Ha, true she learned her lesson.
As they are pleased with themselves, giggling someone soon bumps into them, another stage hand carrying a bunch of papers that fall to the ground. As he scrounges to pick up the papers he soon grabs them his glasses fall as B says in a loud bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Ugh watch where you're going geek I am not trying to catch your basicness.
Veronica Taylor: How dare you bump into us? Don’t you know who we are?
Stagehand: I am sorry ladies but no I don’t.
They look shocked and gasp almost horrified.
Bianca Davis: Ugh how do you not know who we are? We are Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team, and the hottest thing you have ever seen in your life. The Pretty Committee.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, he must be like from under a rock or something but it doesn’t matter because quite frankly he owes us both an apology.
Stagehand: I’m sorry ladies.
They look less than happy with that apology as they whisper something amongst themselves. They soon share an evil smirk with each other.
Veronica Taylor: When you apologize to us you get on your knees.
Bianca Davis: ON YOUR KNEES UGGO!
Bianca shrieks loudly as the man who is intimidated just gets on his knees as they smirk.
Stagehand: I’m sorry for running into you ladies, It won’t happen again.
They laugh amused as Bianca then saws in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Bow basic.
Stagehand: What?
Veronica snaps in a bitchy tone.
Veronica Taylor: You heard the lady bow!
The man then bows in front of Wrestling Prettiest Tag Team as they laugh loudly they soon motion him up which he does, not before Veronica takes out her cellphone to take pictures of the man bowing in front of them. As he then runs off without so much as a word, the scene fades to black. The last thing the cameras spot is the evil smirks of the Pretty Committee.
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts, quite suddenly, to a logo. A stylized B appears and hangs for a few moments, before shifting slightly. The word “Go” slides up in smaller font above it, while “eyond” slides out beside the B, and viewers are greeted with the full message.
We find ourselves somewhere backstage in Portland’s Crystal Ballroom, where North Pacific Pro’s own interviewer extraordinaire, Laurie Renard, is standing by. She gives a smile to the camera.
Laurie Renard: Good evening everyone. Laurie Renard here, standing by with one of the wrestlers in tonight’s fatal four way match, along with his manager. Introducing-
She is cut off by a small hand reaching into frame, holding a single card. Laurie takes it, reading it over and then looking back to the camera. She looks a bit confused as she repeats what was written.
Laurie Renard: The following is promotional material courtesy of the Beyond Corporation.
And as she says that two people step into frame, one excitedly and the other just...stepping in. Recognizable both from a strange infomercial last week along with the bring your own weapon battle royal shortly after, Laurie is joined by Operative Beta and Mint Julep Ayano of the Beyond Corporation. Mint adjusts the scarf around her neck as she flashes a grin at the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: Hello, thank you for having us!
Laurie nods, giving a brief smile to the both of them (she receives a nod from Beta, which may be the full extent of what he does), before moving right onto the...thing.
Laurie Renard: Well thank you for giving me the time to speak to you both. And I’m just going to cut to the chase, and take us back to last week.
The grin on Mint’s face can be seen rapidly vanishing just as the camera cuts to the scene from INFAMY Episode One, showing Mint Julep Ayano selling a lead pipe to Mason Roderick...and then him immediately using it to smash into Beta’s head and eliminate him from the match. The camera cuts back to Mint Julep’s incredibly fake put-on smile, trying desperately to ignore what happened.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s fine.
Beta is behind her, the larger man slowly leaning down, his expression never changing as he stares a hole in the back of Mint’s head.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Realizing that Laurie isn’t saying anything, Mint slowly reaches up, one finger poking upwards behind her, her finger poking at Beta’s chin as he continues to stare her down. Her hand drops and that fake smile fades.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...it’s fine.
After a moment she suddenly claps her hands together.
Mint Julep Ayano: But why focus on the past! I mean, wrestlers getting hit with their own weapon is really common, so there’s no reason to single me out for this, yes? Why not focus on the present, cuz there’s a match tonight!
After a brief moment looking between the two, Laurie chooses to give Mint the life raft she’s desperate for.
Laurie Renard: That’s true, tonight is a big chance for you and Beta to gain some momentum here in NPP, a fatal four way match that will also feature Jackie Lee, Tajnia Mustafi...and Mason Roderick.
Mint winces at the last name, but Chloe blessedly continues on.
Laurie Renard: A simple word to describe this match would be “hunger.” All four of the people in this match are going to be looking to make a name for themselves here in NPP, not to mention they’re all wrestlers that debuted just this year, so I can only assume that it’s a double hunger: to make a name in NPP, and to establish themselves in wrestling. How does Beta plan on succeeding in this environment tonight?
Mint briefly scratches absentmindedly on her cheek as she mulls it over, Beta saying nothing behind her.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s a tough draw, isn’t it? Like the battle royal on a lesser scale, Beta has to contend with multiple people. It’s an interesting microcosm of what he’ll have to deal with in wrestling. Jackie has a bit of all rounder to her: speed, strikes and submissions. Tajnia has submissions coming out the woodwork. And...Mason...is a flying fanatic. These are things Beta will have to learn to deal with in wrestling, and tonight they’re all gonna be coming at him at once. But Beta has stuff too, stuff outside of their own focuses! He’s bigger than the lot of them, he’s got piles of strength and a strong power game, all he’s gotta do is get his hands on them and up they go! I think he has a great chance, just as good as the others, I believe in his victory tonight! But even if that doesn’t happen, and with the hunger of the others it absolutely could...
A small pause then, as a different kind of smile comes to Mint’s face.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’ll be a valuable way to gather data, yes?
Laurie blinks in confusion at this shift, as Mint continues on, her tone far more calm and thoughtful.
Mint Julep Ayano: A manager and a marketer do the same thing. Both in competition and in marketing, knowing those around you is really important. Strengths, weaknesses, what they want and don’t want. You compile that data so you know how best to do your job. Make sure 0B knows the best path to victory, know exactly what to offer on sale to get those buys. A fatal four way match, with three of NPP’s roster together, that will be a trove of invaluable data for me!
A bit surprised by the shift Mint went through, Laurie is taken aback just long enough for Mint to switch tracks again, the marketer returning.
Mint Julep Ayano: Oh, I almost forgot, and after I spent all day getting it set up! I brought something!
She gestures to a door behind them.
Mint Julep Ayano: For one of our opponents, I brought a special deal, courtesy of the Beyond Corporation. Check it out!
Laurie blinks, but nods, stepping over and opening the door. The camera doesn’t follow her, just watching as she sticks her head into the room and then immediately back out, looking to Mint in shock.
Laurie Renard: A tractor!?
Mint nods eagerly.
Mint Julep Ayano: A tractor!! Jackie Lee’s enthusiasm really spoke to me, that #FarmStyle stuff and all, that’s really marketable! So I brought something just for her, a Beyond Corporation-made tractor! For all your farming needs! It even has that OohWee thing that I don’t understand painted on it!
Laurie looks in again, disappearing inside for a few moments before walking back out, flabbergasted.
Laurie Renard: How did you-it’s a conference room-there’s no way it could get in-HOW DID YOU GET IT IN THERE!?
Mint doesn’t reply, too busy listing the uses of it (also known as “things all tractors do”, beyond some nonsense about LEDs and super-blades), so Laurie looks to Beta for some kind of explanation, only to get a shrug from the man who’s very used to this. Mint steps up to the camera, ignoring it all.
Mint Julep Ayano: So Jackie, come check this out after tonight’s match! I’ll even throw in deals, like if you lose tonight it’ll be a 30% discount as a way to get that excitement back….wait, if 0B wins, make that 50%! What a wonderful deal, yes? As for everyone else, be sure to visit the Beyond Corporation table at the merch section, there’s plenty of things for everyone!
A grin comes to her face as she steps out of frame, just letting the camera record the sight of Operative Beta (and the still incredibly confused Renard in the background).
Mint Julep Ayano: Tonight is a great beginning! 4 enter but only one can leave victorious and I believe that will be 0B! For your entertainment, for the glory of the Beyond Corporation, he’ll leave it all on the line and do everything in his power to get that victory!
A pause, as her tone takes on a playful hint.
Mint Julep Ayano: So you should keep in mind just how hard he’s working for your enjoyment when you plan to open your wallets at the merch booths tonight, yes?
With that it’s apparent she walks away, with Beta following behind her. This just leaves Laurie Renard to stand in front of the camera. Clearly she spends some time trying to think of something to say about all of that…
And finally, she just shrugs, and at that we fade away.
The camera cuts, quite suddenly, to a logo. A stylized B appears and hangs for a few moments, before shifting slightly. The word “Go” slides up in smaller font above it, while “eyond” slides out beside the B, and viewers are greeted with the full message.
“Go Beyond”
We find ourselves somewhere backstage in Portland’s Crystal Ballroom, where North Pacific Pro’s own interviewer extraordinaire, Laurie Renard, is standing by. She gives a smile to the camera.
Laurie Renard: Good evening everyone. Laurie Renard here, standing by with one of the wrestlers in tonight’s fatal four way match, along with his manager. Introducing-
She is cut off by a small hand reaching into frame, holding a single card. Laurie takes it, reading it over and then looking back to the camera. She looks a bit confused as she repeats what was written.
Laurie Renard: The following is promotional material courtesy of the Beyond Corporation.
And as she says that two people step into frame, one excitedly and the other just...stepping in. Recognizable both from a strange infomercial last week along with the bring your own weapon battle royal shortly after, Laurie is joined by Operative Beta and Mint Julep Ayano of the Beyond Corporation. Mint adjusts the scarf around her neck as she flashes a grin at the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: Hello, thank you for having us!
Laurie nods, giving a brief smile to the both of them (she receives a nod from Beta, which may be the full extent of what he does), before moving right onto the...thing.
Laurie Renard: Well thank you for giving me the time to speak to you both. And I’m just going to cut to the chase, and take us back to last week.
The grin on Mint’s face can be seen rapidly vanishing just as the camera cuts to the scene from INFAMY Episode One, showing Mint Julep Ayano selling a lead pipe to Mason Roderick...and then him immediately using it to smash into Beta’s head and eliminate him from the match. The camera cuts back to Mint Julep’s incredibly fake put-on smile, trying desperately to ignore what happened.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s fine.
Beta is behind her, the larger man slowly leaning down, his expression never changing as he stares a hole in the back of Mint’s head.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Realizing that Laurie isn’t saying anything, Mint slowly reaches up, one finger poking upwards behind her, her finger poking at Beta’s chin as he continues to stare her down. Her hand drops and that fake smile fades.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...it’s fine.
After a moment she suddenly claps her hands together.
Mint Julep Ayano: But why focus on the past! I mean, wrestlers getting hit with their own weapon is really common, so there’s no reason to single me out for this, yes? Why not focus on the present, cuz there’s a match tonight!
After a brief moment looking between the two, Laurie chooses to give Mint the life raft she’s desperate for.
Laurie Renard: That’s true, tonight is a big chance for you and Beta to gain some momentum here in NPP, a fatal four way match that will also feature Jackie Lee, Tajnia Mustafi...and Mason Roderick.
Mint winces at the last name, but Chloe blessedly continues on.
Laurie Renard: A simple word to describe this match would be “hunger.” All four of the people in this match are going to be looking to make a name for themselves here in NPP, not to mention they’re all wrestlers that debuted just this year, so I can only assume that it’s a double hunger: to make a name in NPP, and to establish themselves in wrestling. How does Beta plan on succeeding in this environment tonight?
Mint briefly scratches absentmindedly on her cheek as she mulls it over, Beta saying nothing behind her.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s a tough draw, isn’t it? Like the battle royal on a lesser scale, Beta has to contend with multiple people. It’s an interesting microcosm of what he’ll have to deal with in wrestling. Jackie has a bit of all rounder to her: speed, strikes and submissions. Tajnia has submissions coming out the woodwork. And...Mason...is a flying fanatic. These are things Beta will have to learn to deal with in wrestling, and tonight they’re all gonna be coming at him at once. But Beta has stuff too, stuff outside of their own focuses! He’s bigger than the lot of them, he’s got piles of strength and a strong power game, all he’s gotta do is get his hands on them and up they go! I think he has a great chance, just as good as the others, I believe in his victory tonight! But even if that doesn’t happen, and with the hunger of the others it absolutely could...
A small pause then, as a different kind of smile comes to Mint’s face.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’ll be a valuable way to gather data, yes?
Laurie blinks in confusion at this shift, as Mint continues on, her tone far more calm and thoughtful.
Mint Julep Ayano: A manager and a marketer do the same thing. Both in competition and in marketing, knowing those around you is really important. Strengths, weaknesses, what they want and don’t want. You compile that data so you know how best to do your job. Make sure 0B knows the best path to victory, know exactly what to offer on sale to get those buys. A fatal four way match, with three of NPP’s roster together, that will be a trove of invaluable data for me!
A bit surprised by the shift Mint went through, Laurie is taken aback just long enough for Mint to switch tracks again, the marketer returning.
Mint Julep Ayano: Oh, I almost forgot, and after I spent all day getting it set up! I brought something!
She gestures to a door behind them.
Mint Julep Ayano: For one of our opponents, I brought a special deal, courtesy of the Beyond Corporation. Check it out!
Laurie blinks, but nods, stepping over and opening the door. The camera doesn’t follow her, just watching as she sticks her head into the room and then immediately back out, looking to Mint in shock.
Laurie Renard: A tractor!?
Mint nods eagerly.
Mint Julep Ayano: A tractor!! Jackie Lee’s enthusiasm really spoke to me, that #FarmStyle stuff and all, that’s really marketable! So I brought something just for her, a Beyond Corporation-made tractor! For all your farming needs! It even has that OohWee thing that I don’t understand painted on it!
Laurie looks in again, disappearing inside for a few moments before walking back out, flabbergasted.
Laurie Renard: How did you-it’s a conference room-there’s no way it could get in-HOW DID YOU GET IT IN THERE!?
Mint doesn’t reply, too busy listing the uses of it (also known as “things all tractors do”, beyond some nonsense about LEDs and super-blades), so Laurie looks to Beta for some kind of explanation, only to get a shrug from the man who’s very used to this. Mint steps up to the camera, ignoring it all.
Mint Julep Ayano: So Jackie, come check this out after tonight’s match! I’ll even throw in deals, like if you lose tonight it’ll be a 30% discount as a way to get that excitement back….wait, if 0B wins, make that 50%! What a wonderful deal, yes? As for everyone else, be sure to visit the Beyond Corporation table at the merch section, there’s plenty of things for everyone!
A grin comes to her face as she steps out of frame, just letting the camera record the sight of Operative Beta (and the still incredibly confused Renard in the background).
Mint Julep Ayano: Tonight is a great beginning! 4 enter but only one can leave victorious and I believe that will be 0B! For your entertainment, for the glory of the Beyond Corporation, he’ll leave it all on the line and do everything in his power to get that victory!
A pause, as her tone takes on a playful hint.
Mint Julep Ayano: So you should keep in mind just how hard he’s working for your enjoyment when you plan to open your wallets at the merch booths tonight, yes?
With that it’s apparent she walks away, with Beta following behind her. This just leaves Laurie Renard to stand in front of the camera. Clearly she spends some time trying to think of something to say about all of that…
And finally, she just shrugs, and at that we fade away.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Natalie Carson vs Katie Q
Natalie Carson vs Katie Q
RECAP The match starts off at full intensity with a surprise running knee from Katie. Natalie is staggered, knocked clean back into her corner where Katie is able to hit a step up enziguri. Before Katie can continue the assault, Natalie recovers and counters with a hip toss. As soon Katie charges again, but gets the same result. A third hip toss sends Katie into the corner where she’s met with a running dropkick from Carson! Katie clutches at her sides for a few moments before pulling herself up using the ropes. As Natalie charges in again, she vaults up right onto the top rope, avoiding the incoming attack and waiting for Carson to stumble back out into position for a diving crossbody! Katie rolls through to hook the leg and go for a pin, but barely gets two before Natalie kicks out. As Katie tries to drag Carson up to her feet, Natalie surprises her with a northern lights suplex that leaves her seeing stars and wide open for the somersault senton that follows. Katie seems out of it as she gets to her feet, and Natalie looks to finish her off with a German suplex, bridging for the pin and getting one… two… and a kickout from Katie! Over the next several minutes Katie battles back, attacking Natalie’s legs to slow her down. Katie buys herself the time to go up top for a diving leg lariat, popping back to her feet with a kip up to follow with a moonsault leg drop. The crowd is behind Natalie, changing and clapping to will her back to her feet. Carson gets to a knee, but it opens her up for a shining wizard from Katie. The crowd jeers, but it doesn’t stop Katie from scaling the turnbuckles and confidently waiting for Natalie to start to come to. As soon as Carson has made it to her feet and turned in the right direction, Katie hits her Divine Drop meteora and leans back to hook Natalie’s legs for the pin! She gets one… two… AND CARSON KICKS OUT! The crowd is electric, but Katie is fuming. Natalie gets to a knee and throws a closed fist into Katie’s midsection as she tries to step in. Katie grabs the back of Carson’s ring gear, only to get another shot to the midsection! Natalie unleashes several more as she powers to her feet, the audience fully behind her. She unloads a blinding flurry of strikes, working from the legs all the way up to the head, finishing off with a leg sweep to plant Katie on the canvas. With the cheers of the crowd all but drowning out everything else. Natalie goes to the top rope for her Carson Comet flying elbow drop, hooking the leg and getting one… two… three!!! WINNER Natalie Carson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:24 FINISHING MOVE Carson Comet (Flying Elbow Drop) |
BACKSTAGE
"We should remember that good fortune often happens when opportunity meets with preparation..."
The British-accented voice of Tajnia Mustafi speaks as she steps into frame. The Bookish Brawler wears a Valero Fight Club top that's tied in a knot at her hip and a pair of black tights with orante gold designs on the flared out legs. Her black hair is straightened and in a side part, framing her slim and pretty face. She tacks on quickly, with a finger and an educated smile.
Tajnia Mustafi: Thomas Edison.
That finger drops, joining her other hand on the opposite hip. The somber on her face is soon a little more somber, her dark eyes a little softer and more gentle.
Tajnia Mustafi: And failure to prepare was the precipice to my own failure at Infamy last week. That, in and of itself, is quite the bitter pill for me to have to swallow. I had hopes, I had ambition, I had drive... I had to cognizance to make those goals in my head a reality. But, I lacked the killer instinct. I lacked that ruffian initiative to go the distance. That... that sat quite poorly with me. It festered in the pit of my core for the entire week, where I watched time and time again, growing more disappointed with each and every repeated viewing.
Her fingers tugged at the material of the t-shirt, promoting the logo for the New York-based Valero Fight Club, where head trainer Ricky had spent over a year teaching her the tools to success. She gripped the t-shirt's hem a little tighter, with a slight tremble in her voice.
Tajnia Mustafi: I failed you. I failed you all...
Despondent, she released the shirt, looking down at the logo with a lingering stare.
Tajnia Mustafi: The opportunity to walk in and make a valiant first impression is invaluable. And I let that opportunity slip through my fingers... because I was not prepared. I tried to turn a brutish environment; a FIGHT... into a match. For those efforts... I was clobbered with a thick, metal chain and disposed of by Hayden Lazarus.
Her fists balls at her side. Pride had always been a fatal flaw for the Welsh Bengali and it showed by the tremble that ran through her frame. These words were difficult to say.
Tajnia Mustafi: My chance to make an impression was gone. My opportunity was dashed. And I was left wondering... what was there for me? To concede defeat, lick my wounds, and wonder if maybe... just maybe... I'd done something to ignite a flame? To make SOMEONE out there see something worthwhile in me? That moment was stolen by Hayden Lazarus. And though dwelling on it may be a game for a simple person to play... Tajnia Mustafi plays on expert mode.
Her eyebrows narrowed, while a smile was slowly edging itself upward at the corners of her full lips.
Tajnia Mustafi: Infamy was a trial by fire and now I know those flames and just how much that burn hurts. I will not allow that burn to linger. Because here tonight, in Portland, I will dust myself off and continue to fight. This time? The field is much more level, and I've had the chance to review and research my opposition quite thoroughly. For instance, what I've gathered about Mason Roderick is that he will risk life and limb for the most minute chance to hurt someone. I admire that. I admire someone who makes those who purchased tickets feel as if they've gotten their money's worth. Mason is a walking show himself. However... my question is, what happens when that flight is grounded?
Taj tilts her head, an inquisitive look on her face.
Tajnia Mustafi: I have more holds than a call center. I can ground you, Mason. I assure you of that much.
There was a growing confidence behind her words as she nodded her head.
Tajnia Mustafi: And then we have Op Beta... might perhaps be a robot? I'm not fully convinced he isn't.
An uncertain expression crossed her face, a single, perfectly maintained eyebrow perching skyward.
Tajnia Mustafi: It is certainly not lost on me he's the largest competitor in this bout, and so it truly wouldn't surprise me if he were sculpted from iron and operated by AI with one intention in mind... sell. He is a walking ad that you can't skip and bypassing him is going to require much more than just an extension or a click of a button. His physical presence is absolutely imposing and it's difficult to pick apart a man who seems to care about so little. But, beyond bottom lines and staying in the black... where's the heart? Why does Op Beta do what he does? Why is he here?
She questioned, cupping her chin with a finger.
Tajnia Mustafi: I've literally traversed an ocean, and then the Eastern half of the United States to chase a crazy dream called wrestling. I then moved to the other side of the country because I believe so soundly with all of my heart in North Pacific Pro Wrestling! I owe more people more money than I will ever be able to pay back because they helped me make this dream that fuels me each and every single day to get out of bed when my body is aching and writhing in agony because I love this. I LOVE what I do. Can you say the same? If not... then what are you doing here?
That inquisitive look remained in the camera for a few silent moments, as if to genuinely ask Beta. Obviously, Tajnia gets no answer.
Tajnia Mustafi: At least there's one person I'm sure genuinely loves being in the ring as much as I do and that's Jackie. I'm excited to be standing across the ring from someone as vivacious and full of energy and gusto as she is! I may not understand a single word she's saying, but she speaks from the heart, with commitment and passion, so much so that I'm thrilled to hear her say it. I'm honoured to be her welcome to North Pacific Pro, however what's important for Jackie to remember is that this isn't just a moment for her to carve a niche for herself... I have redemption on my mind. Last week was my chance to make a first impression and I failed. That has stuck with me. And while I like the spirit of Miss Lee, selfishly? I need to be making a move for myself.
The apologetic frown that forms on her face is telling of her story. As much as she appreciates the competition she's sure the tenacious girl will give, no one wanted to be in second place.
Tajnia Mustafi: I've uprooted my entire life because I want to give EVERYTHING that I have to make North Pacific Pro a juggernaut of professional wrestling. I didn't come this far to only come this far. Last week... last week was probably one of the worst moments of my life. This week, in my home away from home: Portland, Oregon... I intend to rectify that and I will do what it takes to stand tall, with MY hand raised at the end of the bout.
Tugging at the hem of her shirt with a nod as she glanced to the logo again, she nodded to psyche herself up as we draw to a close and transition away from Mustafi.
"We should remember that good fortune often happens when opportunity meets with preparation..."
The British-accented voice of Tajnia Mustafi speaks as she steps into frame. The Bookish Brawler wears a Valero Fight Club top that's tied in a knot at her hip and a pair of black tights with orante gold designs on the flared out legs. Her black hair is straightened and in a side part, framing her slim and pretty face. She tacks on quickly, with a finger and an educated smile.
Tajnia Mustafi: Thomas Edison.
That finger drops, joining her other hand on the opposite hip. The somber on her face is soon a little more somber, her dark eyes a little softer and more gentle.
Tajnia Mustafi: And failure to prepare was the precipice to my own failure at Infamy last week. That, in and of itself, is quite the bitter pill for me to have to swallow. I had hopes, I had ambition, I had drive... I had to cognizance to make those goals in my head a reality. But, I lacked the killer instinct. I lacked that ruffian initiative to go the distance. That... that sat quite poorly with me. It festered in the pit of my core for the entire week, where I watched time and time again, growing more disappointed with each and every repeated viewing.
Her fingers tugged at the material of the t-shirt, promoting the logo for the New York-based Valero Fight Club, where head trainer Ricky had spent over a year teaching her the tools to success. She gripped the t-shirt's hem a little tighter, with a slight tremble in her voice.
Tajnia Mustafi: I failed you. I failed you all...
Despondent, she released the shirt, looking down at the logo with a lingering stare.
Tajnia Mustafi: The opportunity to walk in and make a valiant first impression is invaluable. And I let that opportunity slip through my fingers... because I was not prepared. I tried to turn a brutish environment; a FIGHT... into a match. For those efforts... I was clobbered with a thick, metal chain and disposed of by Hayden Lazarus.
Her fists balls at her side. Pride had always been a fatal flaw for the Welsh Bengali and it showed by the tremble that ran through her frame. These words were difficult to say.
Tajnia Mustafi: My chance to make an impression was gone. My opportunity was dashed. And I was left wondering... what was there for me? To concede defeat, lick my wounds, and wonder if maybe... just maybe... I'd done something to ignite a flame? To make SOMEONE out there see something worthwhile in me? That moment was stolen by Hayden Lazarus. And though dwelling on it may be a game for a simple person to play... Tajnia Mustafi plays on expert mode.
Her eyebrows narrowed, while a smile was slowly edging itself upward at the corners of her full lips.
Tajnia Mustafi: Infamy was a trial by fire and now I know those flames and just how much that burn hurts. I will not allow that burn to linger. Because here tonight, in Portland, I will dust myself off and continue to fight. This time? The field is much more level, and I've had the chance to review and research my opposition quite thoroughly. For instance, what I've gathered about Mason Roderick is that he will risk life and limb for the most minute chance to hurt someone. I admire that. I admire someone who makes those who purchased tickets feel as if they've gotten their money's worth. Mason is a walking show himself. However... my question is, what happens when that flight is grounded?
Taj tilts her head, an inquisitive look on her face.
Tajnia Mustafi: I have more holds than a call center. I can ground you, Mason. I assure you of that much.
There was a growing confidence behind her words as she nodded her head.
Tajnia Mustafi: And then we have Op Beta... might perhaps be a robot? I'm not fully convinced he isn't.
An uncertain expression crossed her face, a single, perfectly maintained eyebrow perching skyward.
Tajnia Mustafi: It is certainly not lost on me he's the largest competitor in this bout, and so it truly wouldn't surprise me if he were sculpted from iron and operated by AI with one intention in mind... sell. He is a walking ad that you can't skip and bypassing him is going to require much more than just an extension or a click of a button. His physical presence is absolutely imposing and it's difficult to pick apart a man who seems to care about so little. But, beyond bottom lines and staying in the black... where's the heart? Why does Op Beta do what he does? Why is he here?
She questioned, cupping her chin with a finger.
Tajnia Mustafi: I've literally traversed an ocean, and then the Eastern half of the United States to chase a crazy dream called wrestling. I then moved to the other side of the country because I believe so soundly with all of my heart in North Pacific Pro Wrestling! I owe more people more money than I will ever be able to pay back because they helped me make this dream that fuels me each and every single day to get out of bed when my body is aching and writhing in agony because I love this. I LOVE what I do. Can you say the same? If not... then what are you doing here?
That inquisitive look remained in the camera for a few silent moments, as if to genuinely ask Beta. Obviously, Tajnia gets no answer.
Tajnia Mustafi: At least there's one person I'm sure genuinely loves being in the ring as much as I do and that's Jackie. I'm excited to be standing across the ring from someone as vivacious and full of energy and gusto as she is! I may not understand a single word she's saying, but she speaks from the heart, with commitment and passion, so much so that I'm thrilled to hear her say it. I'm honoured to be her welcome to North Pacific Pro, however what's important for Jackie to remember is that this isn't just a moment for her to carve a niche for herself... I have redemption on my mind. Last week was my chance to make a first impression and I failed. That has stuck with me. And while I like the spirit of Miss Lee, selfishly? I need to be making a move for myself.
The apologetic frown that forms on her face is telling of her story. As much as she appreciates the competition she's sure the tenacious girl will give, no one wanted to be in second place.
Tajnia Mustafi: I've uprooted my entire life because I want to give EVERYTHING that I have to make North Pacific Pro a juggernaut of professional wrestling. I didn't come this far to only come this far. Last week... last week was probably one of the worst moments of my life. This week, in my home away from home: Portland, Oregon... I intend to rectify that and I will do what it takes to stand tall, with MY hand raised at the end of the bout.
Tugging at the hem of her shirt with a nod as she glanced to the logo again, she nodded to psyche herself up as we draw to a close and transition away from Mustafi.
BACKSTAGE
The NPP cameras strolled around in the backstage area, always on the hunt for gossip. Or just spying on the competitors in weird situations. They had just crossed one of the corners when spotting NPP’s firstever tag team, Harper McKay and Eden Connors.
They were caught in a chat, not paying any attention to people passing them by. It was the voice of Harper that was a tad bit higher than usually. Obviously excited.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
You mean they just send you questions? I mean how cool is that. I think we get noticed, Eden.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
I was very surprised. I mean I knew we had fans but by now it seems they become more and more. I can read you some.
Neither of them had realised by then that they were filmed. Although they probably wouldn’t have acted any different either way. Harper was looking over her best friends shoulder when she opened her Twitter.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Let me see! Let me see!
Harper scrolled through the pages and then laughed out loud.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
@.reeiiinnnaaa asked if you going to rearrange the face of your opponent.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Absolutely! With my lovely red chair.
Both girls laughed out loud. Eden took a seat on one of the boxes, leaving her legs tangling. For the first time her eyes spotted the camera guy, she waved at him friendly.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Oh! There is another good one. @.markh asked if you had a good insurance. Cause that Bitchanca will certainly sue you after the match.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
What for? Reminding her that this is a wrestling ring and not Victoria Secret for poor people? The problem is, I can’t even tell you which one is which. Same personality and all. Not that I am eager to infect myself with stupidity, but I always try to understand people and their motivations.
Eden rolled her eyes briefly but remained in good spirits. Harper was still like a kid on christmas, scrolling through her phone.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
@.bonbonfan123 wondered why they keep calling you a troll. He finds you super cute by the way.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Isn’t it pretty obvious?
She looked down on herself, shrugging.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
They are so consumed by what society tells you to be -- that they forget this is the real life. And this business offers more than silicon barbies and pretty girls. But to each their own. Or, they have noticed that I am from Scotland and actually opened a book. Or someone reading it to them. Because they would realise that where I come from, people believe in trolls. They may not win the Beauty contest, but they will f…... ruin your day in an instant.
Harper punched her partner into the shoulder.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
What?
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
No swearing on television, silly. But here is another for you @.corruptedEC asks if you are worried about the other half of the #pettycommittee interfering in your match.
For a moment there was absolute silence. Eden looked down on her wrestling boots as if she had never seen them before.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Is there anything else to expect? I doubt one can take a breath without the other. And while that is adorable and all -- it is a little pathetic too. But I get the hype, I really do. In a world filled with fake role models, people like them would succeed. Maybe this is the time where I give them my two cents, right? They can both throw themselves into the ring and the outcome will still be the same. I will run through them. Not because I am the best in the world, but simply because I take what I do serious. And have enough of them faking it.
The girls moved closer to each other, Harper wrapping her arm around Eden. They shared a brief hug, giggling.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
That last one is more or less to the both of us. @.runboirun would like to know what our long term plan for NPP is.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Isn’t it pretty clear? We gonna win those tag titles, not gonna get them handed. Have as much fun as we can. And teach the roster how to smile. I think that covers it pretty well. What would you say, Harp?
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
I really hoped you would say WORLD DOMINATION, pinky.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Excuse you? I am the troll… so I am brain. Get that right.
The scene slowly faded out with them playfully arguing.
The NPP cameras strolled around in the backstage area, always on the hunt for gossip. Or just spying on the competitors in weird situations. They had just crossed one of the corners when spotting NPP’s firstever tag team, Harper McKay and Eden Connors.
They were caught in a chat, not paying any attention to people passing them by. It was the voice of Harper that was a tad bit higher than usually. Obviously excited.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
You mean they just send you questions? I mean how cool is that. I think we get noticed, Eden.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
I was very surprised. I mean I knew we had fans but by now it seems they become more and more. I can read you some.
Neither of them had realised by then that they were filmed. Although they probably wouldn’t have acted any different either way. Harper was looking over her best friends shoulder when she opened her Twitter.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Let me see! Let me see!
Harper scrolled through the pages and then laughed out loud.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
@.reeiiinnnaaa asked if you going to rearrange the face of your opponent.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Absolutely! With my lovely red chair.
Both girls laughed out loud. Eden took a seat on one of the boxes, leaving her legs tangling. For the first time her eyes spotted the camera guy, she waved at him friendly.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Oh! There is another good one. @.markh asked if you had a good insurance. Cause that Bitchanca will certainly sue you after the match.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
What for? Reminding her that this is a wrestling ring and not Victoria Secret for poor people? The problem is, I can’t even tell you which one is which. Same personality and all. Not that I am eager to infect myself with stupidity, but I always try to understand people and their motivations.
Eden rolled her eyes briefly but remained in good spirits. Harper was still like a kid on christmas, scrolling through her phone.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
@.bonbonfan123 wondered why they keep calling you a troll. He finds you super cute by the way.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Isn’t it pretty obvious?
She looked down on herself, shrugging.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
They are so consumed by what society tells you to be -- that they forget this is the real life. And this business offers more than silicon barbies and pretty girls. But to each their own. Or, they have noticed that I am from Scotland and actually opened a book. Or someone reading it to them. Because they would realise that where I come from, people believe in trolls. They may not win the Beauty contest, but they will f…... ruin your day in an instant.
Harper punched her partner into the shoulder.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
What?
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
No swearing on television, silly. But here is another for you @.corruptedEC asks if you are worried about the other half of the #pettycommittee interfering in your match.
For a moment there was absolute silence. Eden looked down on her wrestling boots as if she had never seen them before.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Is there anything else to expect? I doubt one can take a breath without the other. And while that is adorable and all -- it is a little pathetic too. But I get the hype, I really do. In a world filled with fake role models, people like them would succeed. Maybe this is the time where I give them my two cents, right? They can both throw themselves into the ring and the outcome will still be the same. I will run through them. Not because I am the best in the world, but simply because I take what I do serious. And have enough of them faking it.
The girls moved closer to each other, Harper wrapping her arm around Eden. They shared a brief hug, giggling.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
That last one is more or less to the both of us. @.runboirun would like to know what our long term plan for NPP is.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Isn’t it pretty clear? We gonna win those tag titles, not gonna get them handed. Have as much fun as we can. And teach the roster how to smile. I think that covers it pretty well. What would you say, Harp?
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
I really hoped you would say WORLD DOMINATION, pinky.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Excuse you? I am the troll… so I am brain. Get that right.
The scene slowly faded out with them playfully arguing.
MATCH TWO: FATAL FOUR WAY
Operative Beta vs Jackie Lee vs Mason Roderick vs Tajnia Mustafi
Operative Beta vs Jackie Lee vs Mason Roderick vs Tajnia Mustafi
RECAP The bell rings and Operative Beta darts across the ring towards Mason, obviously the events of the battle royal last week still fresh in his mind. He goes in for a shoulder tackle, but Mason ends up hoisted onto his shoulder, and Beta drives him into the corner. They fight back and forth with right hands, as Jackie and Tajnia tie up. Mustafi transitions into a headlock, and Jackie transitions out, twisting Tajnia's arm, before leaping into a bulldog. Jackie doesn't look half bad for her first match. Beta whips Mason out of the corner, aiming for the opposite corner, but Jackie is in the way. Mason jumps into the air, catching Jackie for a DDT on the way down. Mason quickly rolls out of the ring as a defensive maneuver from OB. We hear a slight reaction from the crowd, as Mint Julep Ayano begins walking around the audience with a tray of Beyond Corporation t-shirts for sale. She appears to be making some sales, as well. Beta looks to the outside of the ring, but is caught off guard with a forearm from Mustafi. It makes him stumble back, so she hits the ropes and catches him again, this time with a flying forearm, taking him to the canvas. On her feet now, Jackie baseball slides with into Mason on the outside. He hits the floor, and she continues sliding out of the ring. As he gets to his feet, she knocks him back down with a spinning backfist. Mustafi tries to nail beta with a curb stomp, but he gets up to fast, knocking her in the face with a hard european uppercut. She falls back into the corner, and Beta runs at her, landing a dropkick right to her chest. On the outside, Mason has battled his way upwards, before bouncing off the barricade and hitting Jackie with a flying knee. He stops to her a bit, before helping her up, and whipping her right into the turnbuckle post. She ends up slung around it for a moment, until Mason slides Jackie into the ring, and Mason too, gets into the ring. Of course, that's right as Beta is once again, whipping someone from the same corner. Tajnia just so happens to knock right into Mason as he's standing on the apron, sending him right back down. Beta tries to grab Tajnia again, but she kicks him away, before launching herself into a crossbody to Mason on the outside. Jackie stands up, and realizes she's alone in the ring with Beta, so she focuses on him instead. She walks up behind him, hitting a russian legsweep. She covers but Beta kicks out. Jackie tries to grab Beta's legs, and he kicks up, right to her jaw. She holds her jaw, stumbling in the opposite direction as he gets to his feet. At the same time, Tajnia as hopped up on the apron. He sees her, rushing towards her instead, in hopes of knocking her off the apron. Tajnia simply pulls the ropes down, sending Beta crashing to the outside. Jackie capitalizes though, walking up to Tajnia still standing on the apron, and suplexing her into the ring, before she transitions into a camel clutch. Tajnia fights struggles, and both Mason and Beta get to their feet...right next to each other. They go to slide in, but lock eyes, and begin trading blows between themselves. Luckily for them, Tajnia reaches the bottom rope. Beta lifts Mason up into a a gorilla press, but quickly drops him back down. Mason goes face first into the barricade, and hits the floor. Beta stomps on Mason, and Mason fights his way to his feet. He rushes forward, spearing Beta into the other side of the barricade. He yells out in pain to the audience. It's here that Mason spots Mint Julep in the crowd, peddling Beyond Corporation t-shirts with a giant smile upon her face. Mason doesn't look thrilled about it. He hops the barricade, walking right over to Mint and confronting her. You can't hear the words, but it looks decently heated, before Mason grabs a few shirts off of the tray Mint is carrying, throwing them to the audience. Mint is fuming - shirts...for FREE? They're losing money! In her anger, she slams the empty tray across Mason's head, though it's not heavy enough to to real damage. He holds his noggin, looking at her. She stares at him, as if she's made a mistake, and he's about to lunge, when Operative Beta spears Mason to the floor. Together, they're throwing punches galore and Mint looks on, cheering for Beta. Inside the ring, the girls have accepted the fact that the boys are gone, and continued battling for control. Mustafi takes hold of Jackie's wrist, twisting it, before bringing her leg up for a huge hook kick. Jackie hits the mat face first, and Tajnia immediately goes into the Venus de Milo (Cattle Mutilation). Jackie tries to break free but it's no use, and the boys are nowhere near that's for sure. Jackie has no use but to tap! WINNER Tajnia Mustafi METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 9:35 FINISHING MOVE Venus de Milo (Cattle Mutilation) |
BACKSTAGE
Reece Killswitch is walking down the hallway with his bucket of rose petals. He has a smile on his face despite what happened a few moments ago. He spots two women down the hallway and decides to sprint after them.
Reece Killswitch: Hey! Hey babes! Over here! Its the Reece Man!
Killswitch continues to sprint down the hallway but stumbles over a cord, tripping and falling. The bucket in his hands flies into the air, and the rose petals promptly fall out of the bucket and onto none other than Bianca Davis and Veronica Taylor, The Pretty Committee.
Reece: Um… I meant to do that. I had to shower the hottest and prettiest babes in the NorthPac. Literally showered you with rose petals. Because i'm sensitive like that. But Umm anyways how are you lovely Ladies? I assume You came back here to bless us with your presence. You two are so generous and kind. I love it. Real Role Models.
They look confused at first giving eachother a glance but then a smirk grows on their faces. As, this man was sucking up to them which was feeding their larger than earth egos. They let out a chuckle before speaking
Veronica Taylor: You’re right I mean Wrestling's Greatest tag team is also Wrestlings kindest tag team. I mean we offer help to the less fortunate I mean not everyone can wake up looking like we do and slaying like we do.
Bianca Davis: Like, that is so kind of you and I know you thought of it I mean you’re not like most of these basics you know how to treat us. Which is like the Queens we are when we walk into this arena what you just did should be but next time lay them by our feet as we walk I don’t want to get rose petals in my hair.
Reece races up to his feet and carefully begins picking the rose petals out of their hair. He collects them all and lay them down on the ground by The Pretty Committees feet. He warns people to go around them, as he continues to inflate their heads.
Reece: Yeah of course sorry. I didn’t think about how much my antics would jeopardize your looks. I wasn’t thinking. Please forgive me ladies. You know what. How about I make it up to you. I’ll dedicate my win tonight, To you two lovely ladies. If you can’t be the first to beat the champion, like you should believe me I have a few notes about how this place is ran, then at least I can dedicate my win to two wonderful women who actually deserve it. I'm a gentleman like that. I know how to treat the ladies.
Bianca Davis: Good, see that wasn’t so hard finally were getting treated right. Like you can what germlin are you even facing I have Troden who I will crush, I mean she will be to jealous with Veronica at ringside to do anything then again if I wasn't me id jealous of her too.
Veronica fawns before saying.
Veronica Taylor: If I wasn’t me I’d be jealous of you too. But yeah our hair cost a lot to maintain but you know what there is a future for you if you choose to associate and we let you with us. I mean so far you got the right idea. Unlike the rest of these uggos who think they can insult us?! US?! Of all teams.
Reece put his arm around the ladies and walks with them down the little hallway, going out of his way to shove everyone “in their way”. He nods his head and agrees with everything that comes out of their mouths.
Reece Killswitch: Yeah. Everyone here is an idiot. They don't recognize the real talent around here. If they did, I would be champion already and not that dumb Loser LACAPO or whatever his name is. But the only thing that matters is that I change their mind tonight. And when I do You two can definitely expect me to put in a good word for you guys. Thats’ a Reece Man Promise.
Veronica smirked before speaking.
Veronica Taylor: Of course he's a loser much like how there are no tag teams but us around here. We are the tag team division we have asked nicely to have our belts handed to us but then they sgo sign two rodents who think they are a tag team? Puh-lease there nothing compared to the Pretty Committee. I mean there is a reasons why we are the Queens of Mean.
They share a chuckle.
Bianca Davis: Also, the owner should be in a hurry to grant us our request why? Because we are the hottest signings he has had. But if you think you can do that go ahead. But we will get our way no matter what because eventually we always do. Though this place is so filthy ugh like can’t wait to be back in Malibu.
Reece Killswitch: Yeah I know. I'm just gonna get all that set in motion a little quicker. Again not that you need it. But look babes. It was a pleasure chatting with you. I look forward to more conversations. Perhaps over dinner one day. Keep in touch babes.
And with that Reece Runs off to get ready for his match.
Veronica, and Bianca look at him with a smirk as he runs off and whisper something to each other which grows their smirk as the scene fades to black. What could the Committee and Reece have planned only time will tell.
Reece Killswitch is walking down the hallway with his bucket of rose petals. He has a smile on his face despite what happened a few moments ago. He spots two women down the hallway and decides to sprint after them.
Reece Killswitch: Hey! Hey babes! Over here! Its the Reece Man!
Killswitch continues to sprint down the hallway but stumbles over a cord, tripping and falling. The bucket in his hands flies into the air, and the rose petals promptly fall out of the bucket and onto none other than Bianca Davis and Veronica Taylor, The Pretty Committee.
Reece: Um… I meant to do that. I had to shower the hottest and prettiest babes in the NorthPac. Literally showered you with rose petals. Because i'm sensitive like that. But Umm anyways how are you lovely Ladies? I assume You came back here to bless us with your presence. You two are so generous and kind. I love it. Real Role Models.
They look confused at first giving eachother a glance but then a smirk grows on their faces. As, this man was sucking up to them which was feeding their larger than earth egos. They let out a chuckle before speaking
Veronica Taylor: You’re right I mean Wrestling's Greatest tag team is also Wrestlings kindest tag team. I mean we offer help to the less fortunate I mean not everyone can wake up looking like we do and slaying like we do.
Bianca Davis: Like, that is so kind of you and I know you thought of it I mean you’re not like most of these basics you know how to treat us. Which is like the Queens we are when we walk into this arena what you just did should be but next time lay them by our feet as we walk I don’t want to get rose petals in my hair.
Reece races up to his feet and carefully begins picking the rose petals out of their hair. He collects them all and lay them down on the ground by The Pretty Committees feet. He warns people to go around them, as he continues to inflate their heads.
Reece: Yeah of course sorry. I didn’t think about how much my antics would jeopardize your looks. I wasn’t thinking. Please forgive me ladies. You know what. How about I make it up to you. I’ll dedicate my win tonight, To you two lovely ladies. If you can’t be the first to beat the champion, like you should believe me I have a few notes about how this place is ran, then at least I can dedicate my win to two wonderful women who actually deserve it. I'm a gentleman like that. I know how to treat the ladies.
Bianca Davis: Good, see that wasn’t so hard finally were getting treated right. Like you can what germlin are you even facing I have Troden who I will crush, I mean she will be to jealous with Veronica at ringside to do anything then again if I wasn't me id jealous of her too.
Veronica fawns before saying.
Veronica Taylor: If I wasn’t me I’d be jealous of you too. But yeah our hair cost a lot to maintain but you know what there is a future for you if you choose to associate and we let you with us. I mean so far you got the right idea. Unlike the rest of these uggos who think they can insult us?! US?! Of all teams.
Reece put his arm around the ladies and walks with them down the little hallway, going out of his way to shove everyone “in their way”. He nods his head and agrees with everything that comes out of their mouths.
Reece Killswitch: Yeah. Everyone here is an idiot. They don't recognize the real talent around here. If they did, I would be champion already and not that dumb Loser LACAPO or whatever his name is. But the only thing that matters is that I change their mind tonight. And when I do You two can definitely expect me to put in a good word for you guys. Thats’ a Reece Man Promise.
Veronica smirked before speaking.
Veronica Taylor: Of course he's a loser much like how there are no tag teams but us around here. We are the tag team division we have asked nicely to have our belts handed to us but then they sgo sign two rodents who think they are a tag team? Puh-lease there nothing compared to the Pretty Committee. I mean there is a reasons why we are the Queens of Mean.
They share a chuckle.
Bianca Davis: Also, the owner should be in a hurry to grant us our request why? Because we are the hottest signings he has had. But if you think you can do that go ahead. But we will get our way no matter what because eventually we always do. Though this place is so filthy ugh like can’t wait to be back in Malibu.
Reece Killswitch: Yeah I know. I'm just gonna get all that set in motion a little quicker. Again not that you need it. But look babes. It was a pleasure chatting with you. I look forward to more conversations. Perhaps over dinner one day. Keep in touch babes.
And with that Reece Runs off to get ready for his match.
Veronica, and Bianca look at him with a smirk as he runs off and whisper something to each other which grows their smirk as the scene fades to black. What could the Committee and Reece have planned only time will tell.
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens to backstage at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland. Stone Hendrix is seen pacing back and forth in his locker room, waiting for his match to come up. He has just finished getting ready and slides on a oversized, black shirt with the North Pacific Pro logo on the front of it before turning and looking toward the camera.
Stone Hendrix: You know, not many people have had a bigger build up from that first episode of Infamy than I did. Probably only Rhett Adelson and LEGATO had better nights. I mean, I won the whole weapons battle royal and earned some kind of reward that will be revealed sometime tonight. So going into tonight against Lexie, I feel like I have a decent amount of weight on my shoulders. I guess it can go along with the target on my back that was placed there after showing that I can be a force here in North Pacific Pro.
He rubs his chin for a moment before smiling softly.
Stone Hendrix: To be honest with you, it’s a new feeling all together. I was just hitting my stride over in Spirit and Pride before it closed its doors, so to be able to take that massive step I took last week with winning that battle royal… It’s new territory for me out of the gate. But I don’t mind it, in fact, I actually like being the one with the step ahead for a change. To lead most of the pack instead of being one of the ones following is refreshing and I’m not ready to give that feeling up just yet. And that’s where you come in Lexie…
He runs his hand through his short hair, taking time to rub the base of his neck before lowering his arm.
Stone Hendrix: There is a history between the two of us and really it doesn’t matter when it comes to this match because all of it? Happened outside the ring and it doesn’t affect how I wrestle or how Lexie will. I’m sure she may mention something, toss out a nickname to try to be cute and get under my skin but when that bell rings? She’s my opponent. Nothing more and nothing less. That means I’m going to do what I need to, to get the job done and win the match. That’s why this is North Pacific Pro, that’s why this is professional wrestling. I’m going to do what I can to keep myself going forward here in North Pacific Pro… That means tonight Lexie? I’m going to have to send you back to the end of the line…. But good luck all the same.
Stone nods to the camera before walking out of his locker room.
BACKSTAGE
Caleb Summers walked around backstage getting ready for his match with Harper McKay. He looked up just in time to hear he was up next. He took his headphones off and tossed them to the side.
Caleb Summers: Last week was a bit of a whirlwind. The Battle was a good way to get my feet wet here in NPP. I must admit I did better than I thought. Enough about last week, that’s in past. Tonight, I mark my true debut like many others here. Harper’s been making her intentions known quite well on Twitter. Well this isn’t Twitter and in that ring, I’m not so quiet. Get ready to find out who Young Cardiff is.
Caleb smiled and winked before turning and running to get ready to go out to the ring.
The camera opens to backstage at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland. Stone Hendrix is seen pacing back and forth in his locker room, waiting for his match to come up. He has just finished getting ready and slides on a oversized, black shirt with the North Pacific Pro logo on the front of it before turning and looking toward the camera.
Stone Hendrix: You know, not many people have had a bigger build up from that first episode of Infamy than I did. Probably only Rhett Adelson and LEGATO had better nights. I mean, I won the whole weapons battle royal and earned some kind of reward that will be revealed sometime tonight. So going into tonight against Lexie, I feel like I have a decent amount of weight on my shoulders. I guess it can go along with the target on my back that was placed there after showing that I can be a force here in North Pacific Pro.
He rubs his chin for a moment before smiling softly.
Stone Hendrix: To be honest with you, it’s a new feeling all together. I was just hitting my stride over in Spirit and Pride before it closed its doors, so to be able to take that massive step I took last week with winning that battle royal… It’s new territory for me out of the gate. But I don’t mind it, in fact, I actually like being the one with the step ahead for a change. To lead most of the pack instead of being one of the ones following is refreshing and I’m not ready to give that feeling up just yet. And that’s where you come in Lexie…
He runs his hand through his short hair, taking time to rub the base of his neck before lowering his arm.
Stone Hendrix: There is a history between the two of us and really it doesn’t matter when it comes to this match because all of it? Happened outside the ring and it doesn’t affect how I wrestle or how Lexie will. I’m sure she may mention something, toss out a nickname to try to be cute and get under my skin but when that bell rings? She’s my opponent. Nothing more and nothing less. That means I’m going to do what I need to, to get the job done and win the match. That’s why this is North Pacific Pro, that’s why this is professional wrestling. I’m going to do what I can to keep myself going forward here in North Pacific Pro… That means tonight Lexie? I’m going to have to send you back to the end of the line…. But good luck all the same.
Stone nods to the camera before walking out of his locker room.
BACKSTAGE
Caleb Summers walked around backstage getting ready for his match with Harper McKay. He looked up just in time to hear he was up next. He took his headphones off and tossed them to the side.
Caleb Summers: Last week was a bit of a whirlwind. The Battle was a good way to get my feet wet here in NPP. I must admit I did better than I thought. Enough about last week, that’s in past. Tonight, I mark my true debut like many others here. Harper’s been making her intentions known quite well on Twitter. Well this isn’t Twitter and in that ring, I’m not so quiet. Get ready to find out who Young Cardiff is.
Caleb smiled and winked before turning and running to get ready to go out to the ring.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Harper McKay vs Caleb Summers
Harper McKay vs Caleb Summers
RECAP The two rookies start by going in for a tie up, but Caleb slides into whipping Harper across the ring. Harper reverses it, sending Caleb across the ring instead. He bounds back, Harper laying on the canvas, forcing Caleb to hop over. He hits the other side, bounding back into a high dropkick from Harper. She hits the ropes herself, bounding back and striking Caleb with a sommersault senton that wows the audience. She tries for a quick cover by Summers kicks out. As Caleb gets up, McKay gets him against the ropes with some strong chops. Using the ropes as force, Caleb spins off into a swinging neckbreaker, catching Harper completely off guard. Harper kips off at a decent speed, but is hit back down with a jumping calf kick from Caleb. He runs for the ropes again, wowing the crowd a little himself with a rolling thunder. He, too, tries to hook McKay's leg but Harper kicks out. Harper gets to her feet, landing a few right hands, and bringing Caleb's head down into her knee. He stumbles back, before she hits him with a standing tornado DDT. His head bounds off the canvas. He slowly gets to his knees, and Harper kicks him right to the heart. He falls back to the canvas, and again, fights to his knees. Harper lands yet another kick to his heart area, and Caleb falls back to the canvas. A third time, Caleb gets to his knees, and Harper lines up for a third kick... but Caleb ducks! Harper spins around, and Caleb reaches up, grabbing her into a schoolboy. It gets a quick two but they don't stop there. The pair quickly get up and Caleb slings Harper's arm over his shoulder. She brings her knee up and he lets go. Instead Caleb lands a forearm, then another, and another. He gets Harper into the corner and then rushes for her. She moves out of the way, but Caleb rebounds off the turnbuckle, right into a lariat from Harper. As Caleb is getting to his feet, Harper runs forward and hits him with the "Light's Out Hip Strike" (Running Hip Attack). She covers. One...twooo..kickout! She gets Caleb to his feet, but he's got some fight left in him, dropping down into a jawbreaker. Harper stumbles back, when he catches her into a fast backbreaker. The two both take a few seconds to recuperate from the fast pace. That's when the Pretty Committee suddenly begin to make their way down to the ring to a mass amount of boos. That's when Harper takes Caleb by the head and takes him to the canvas with a snapmare. She follows it up with From Jo'Burg with Love (Low Angle Corkscrew Roundhouse) that puts Caleb down for good. That's when Bianca Davis hops up onto the apron, and starts arguing with the referee. On the other side of the ring, Veronica Taylor enters, smashing a large handheld mirror over Harper's head. Taylor rolls out of the ring, just as Eden Connors runs down the ramp! She slides into the ring for a moment, hitting the ropes to get the Pretty Committee away. Veronica and Bianca scurry up the ramp about half way, and the referee pushes Eden out of the ring. Of course, she's unable to do anything for Harper at this point, but she stays at ringside so that the PC don't come back down. Harper and Caleb both lie there for a few moments, fighting against their own body to get to their feet. Caleb uses the ropes, realizing that Harper is in the same situation that he is in. He's a little faster than her though, stepping closer to her just as she gets to her feet. Summers slides in, and hits a sly Absolute (codebreaker) which has Harper seeing stars. He lays across Harper with his back as the referee counts the three. WINNER Caleb Summers METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:58 FINISHING MOVE Absolute (Codebreaker) |
Eden slides in to check on Harper and see if she's okay. Caleb has his hand raised, though he doesn't take too long inside the ring. He doesn't want to get in the middle of all this. He disappears through the audience, to multiple cheers and pats on the back for the youngsters first win.
Inside the ring, Harper is sitting up, both her and Eden starring at the ramp where the Pretty Committee are standing.
Together, Bianca and Veronica laugh and point to Harper. Bianca even makes a cry face, pretending to shed some tears, before they both chuckle again together. Eden steps over Harper, going as far as she can to the ropes, before a smile spreads across her face. She points to Bianca, then her hand flips into the 'just bring it' hand motion.
The crowd cheers, and Bianca realizes, her match with Eden is next.
Her smile fades, being replaced by a disgruntled facial expression. Veronica mouths, "Ew", and they slowly walk back down to the ring. Caught.
Inside the ring, Harper is sitting up, both her and Eden starring at the ramp where the Pretty Committee are standing.
Together, Bianca and Veronica laugh and point to Harper. Bianca even makes a cry face, pretending to shed some tears, before they both chuckle again together. Eden steps over Harper, going as far as she can to the ropes, before a smile spreads across her face. She points to Bianca, then her hand flips into the 'just bring it' hand motion.
The crowd cheers, and Bianca realizes, her match with Eden is next.
Her smile fades, being replaced by a disgruntled facial expression. Veronica mouths, "Ew", and they slowly walk back down to the ring. Caught.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Eden Connors vs Bianca Davis
Eden Connors vs Bianca Davis
RECAP The two competitors in the ring couldn't appear to be more opposite if they tried; the Dynamite Bonbon Eden Connors, bouncing in her corner, all killer and no filter, while the Queen B Bianca Davis looks across the ring with abject disgust, as if appalled to even be seen wrestling the likes of her. The two tie up at the collar and elbow, jockeying for position, and Bianca presses the advantage, trying to snap on a quick headlock and bring the energetic Eden down to the mat. Eden has more than enough energy to go around, however, and squirms out of reach with a wrist lock and headscissors combination, which Bianca crawls to the ropes to break. Eden obeys the referee's count, her hands up and open... leaving her exposed for a bitch slap across the cheek from Bianca. Bianca presses forward once again, tight headlock reapplied. To counter Eden's struggling, she yanks on a fistful of her hair, bringing her back down to the mat and earning the ire of both the crowd and the ref. The Queen hasn't finished yet, though; she hoists Eden up to a seated position and cracks her across the spine with a stiff kick. Eden clutches at her back and winces in pain, and Bianca shoves her back down for the easy cover - which Eden's out of in one, of course. Looking to smother her opponent's momentum once again, Bianca attempts to straightjacket Eden's arms around her neck, but she deftly maneuvers herself up to her feet, spinning one arm free and using the other to flip Bianca with an Arm Drag. Bianca springs up and charges, but Eden hits another Arm Drag! She tries again, and Eden hits another! Once more, and Eden Arm Drags her again, and Bianca rolls out of the ring, partly disoriented and majorly frustrated! The crowd builds with anticipation - they know exactly what Eden's setting up - and the Dynamite Bonbon takes flight through the ropes with a Suicide Dive, wiping the Queen B out against the guardrail! In a flash, Eden kips up, and the crowd cheers for her high-flying ability. Eden hauls Bianca to her feet, rolling her back into the ring - but doesn't follow, climbing to the apron and beckoning her opponent awake. As Bianca staggers to her feet, Eden leaps up and off the ropes for a Springboard Missile Dropkick! Her feet connect, wiping Bianca out again, and Eden covers with a leg hook! One! ... Two--Bianca gets a shoulder up! Disappointed but not discouraged, Eden hoists the limp Bianca up again, this time lifting her into a Fireman's Carry - she might be calling for the Hangman 2.0! Bianca curtails these high hopes as she comes to life over Eden's shoulders, kicking and flailing to free herself. Eden staggers, but hold on tight to her opponent... but Bianca rakes her eyes, causing her to stumble back even further! Bianca wriggles free onto the apron, turning Eden around to choke her against the ropes! The referee chastises her as the crowd boos, and Bianca waits until the count of five to release Eden, slamming her neck against the ropes and sending her falling back onto the mat, clutching at her throat and coughing. Wasting no time, Bianca is back in the ring, dragging Eden up by her hair and hooking her for her Crowned DDT-- --but Eden shoves Bianca into the ropes! As Bianca rebounds, Eden leaps for an Enzuigiri-- --which Bianca ducks, and looks to catch Eden with her Beautiful Boot-- --which Eden catches, and turns her around into position for an Inverted DDT-- --which Bianca rakes at Eden's eyes again, freeing her and staggering them both! The two turn around, and in a flash, run at each other for their respective finishers, The EC and The Coronation! Both Shining Wizards connect, and both competitors are out cold on the mat as the audience roars with approval! The ref begins the count with both women sprawled out on the mat... ... and almost reaches ten as Eden staggers to her feet, woozy but re-energized! She attempts to drag Bianca up once again, but Bianca's possum act pays off, trapping Eden in a Small Package! One! ... Two! ... Thr--Eden rolls forward, this time pinning Bianca's shoulders! One! ... Two! ... Three? No! Bianca kicks out just before the ref hits the mat! Bianca and Eden spring to their feet with a renewed fire, trading slaps and forearms - but Bianca once again pulls the hair of Eden, giving her enough time to stop her onslaught and lift her into her own Fireman's Carry-- --but Eden frees herself on Bianca's shoulders and busts out the BANG! BOOM! BONBON! Bianca is spiked, and Eden crawls over for the cover! One! ... Two! ... Three! WINNER Eden Connors METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:10 FINISHING MOVE Bang! Boom! Bonbon! (Frontflip Piledriver) POST-MATCH The referee calls for the bell, and Harper immediately slides in, going for some slight revenge. On the opposide side of the ring, Veronica grabs Bianca by the arm, pulling her out to the ground below. Harper and Eden yell towards the Pretty Committee to come back and fight. The Pretty Committee continue to back up the ramp, with Veronica helping to fix Bianca's hair the whole time. |
BACKSTAGE
Nico Rider is in his wrestling gear already as he is wandering backstage. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a smirk on his face.
Nico Rider: Last week didn't go as planned for me. I thought that for sure I would last awhile in the tournament and hell I might have been able to win but I didn't do that I lost in the first round. Yes it was to the eventual winner but still I wanted to be something more I wanted to be better. That is why tonight I will go out against Kingsley and I will beat him. I will prove to everyone here in North Pacific Pro that I am someone that you need to watch. Someone that is not going to back down and someone that is one of the best here in this company.
He smiles again as he shakes his head.
Nico Rider: I haven't heard much from Kingsely and well I haven't said much as well but that is because I have been trying to get focused because I know what I need to do I know I need to win because if I lose it is yet another setback that I don't want nor do I need. Losing is not an option tonight, only winning and I plan on doing just that.
He smirks now and claps his hands together.
Nico Rider: Because sooner or later Nico is going to be an icon!
Nico Rider is in his wrestling gear already as he is wandering backstage. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a smirk on his face.
Nico Rider: Last week didn't go as planned for me. I thought that for sure I would last awhile in the tournament and hell I might have been able to win but I didn't do that I lost in the first round. Yes it was to the eventual winner but still I wanted to be something more I wanted to be better. That is why tonight I will go out against Kingsley and I will beat him. I will prove to everyone here in North Pacific Pro that I am someone that you need to watch. Someone that is not going to back down and someone that is one of the best here in this company.
He smiles again as he shakes his head.
Nico Rider: I haven't heard much from Kingsely and well I haven't said much as well but that is because I have been trying to get focused because I know what I need to do I know I need to win because if I lose it is yet another setback that I don't want nor do I need. Losing is not an option tonight, only winning and I plan on doing just that.
He smirks now and claps his hands together.
Nico Rider: Because sooner or later Nico is going to be an icon!
BACKSTAGE
Backstage at the NPP event, Lexie returns from the cafeteria with a bottle of water and finds in her locker room, none other than Reece Killswitch. The young man has set up candles and rose petals all over the floor. And in the background, a soft smooth song can be heard. “The Reece Man” raises his eyebrows as Lexie walks in and seductively motions for her to come in.
Reece Killswitch: Hey babe. I’ve been waiting for you. I set up this nice little romantic get together for us. I figured we could sit and chat a while. You know I’ve got that match later for the Championship. I'm kind of a big deal around here. I'm the like Number one guy around here. Just ask Two Bucks. He’s sort of my main man. But ummm. What was I saying? I got lost in how absolutely beautiful I am.
Reece stands up and walks past Lexie and begins posing in a mirror that was behind her, enjoying the sight of his own body. Lexie arches a brow up and folds her arms upon seeing him in her locker room.
Lexie: You were just finishing up your chitchat so you can leave my locker room, duh.
Tapping her foot a little impatiently. Killswitch turns around and frowns at her before taking a seat back down on the bench from earlier. He grabs a handful of rose petals and blow them towards Lexie. She blinks a little rapidly as she pulls her head back.
Reece: Nah mama. I remember now. I came here and set up this little situation, so you could wish me luck. I mean lets be honest. No one wants that Del Gato dude as champion. They want someone good looking yet talented. Someone smooth talking, yet opinionated. They just want someone like The Reece Man. So why don't you come over here and tell me about how much you want me to win. Maybe shower me with gifts, A kiss or two. Totally your call. I just need some good vibes and good luck babe. Whaddya say?
Lexie: Oh I have two gifts I could give you.
As she glances at her two hands, half curling them into fists.
Lexie: I would rather focus on my match against that Frat boy Stone, because when I win, I'll take my step to facing LEGATO. Try an Anne Summers store for your vibes.
Reece stands and walks up to pinch her cheek, but recalling how well that went for him last time, he wisely decides to reconsider. Instead, he points at her and laughs having to stop several times to wipe a tear from his eye. He leans beside Lexie using his elbow to prop himself up on a locker.
Reece: That’s Hilarious. I love a babe that can tell a good joke or two. For a second I thought you actually believed that La Paco was going to win tonight. And even funnier, you thought you had a shot at winning the belt? Sorry babe. But girls like you just aren't meant to be champ. It's just the way it is.
She glares at him and takes a deep breath.
Lexie: What are girls like me meant to be, exactly?
He pats her on the head and smiles while putting his arm around her.
Reece: Well, You know, You're too nice. Play by the rules. Stick in the mud. You could totes be like my manager. Or even maybe be good at a tag team championship. Ya know? Something you don't have to do a lot of work. Someone could carry you. But the main event. The spotlight? That's for guys like me. Who live it big. Who Claim the stage. The ring. It’s my house. I sleep there. And my Oscar award? Its that championship. I'm more lead role. You’re more like supporting actor babe.
Lexie keeps her cool and just a tiny shake of her head.
Lexie: I changed my mind. When I win tonight and prove I deserve a shot at gold, I hope you win so I can have a match with you. No DQ so that I'd manage to get so many shots at that beanbag of yours, it will be nothing more than an accessory.
Trying her best to put it nicely after his revelation of how she should be in his bizarre world thinking. Lexie grabs her things and storms out of the locker room. But not before pushing past Reece on her way out. Reece cups his junk, and shudders at the thought, before grabbing his bucket of rose petals. He turns towards the camera.
Reece: She's just playing hard to get. What? These were expensive. I'm gonna use em on some other babes before I let them go to waste.
And with that, The Hardcore High Flier, runs out of the locker room, and down the hall.
Backstage at the NPP event, Lexie returns from the cafeteria with a bottle of water and finds in her locker room, none other than Reece Killswitch. The young man has set up candles and rose petals all over the floor. And in the background, a soft smooth song can be heard. “The Reece Man” raises his eyebrows as Lexie walks in and seductively motions for her to come in.
Reece Killswitch: Hey babe. I’ve been waiting for you. I set up this nice little romantic get together for us. I figured we could sit and chat a while. You know I’ve got that match later for the Championship. I'm kind of a big deal around here. I'm the like Number one guy around here. Just ask Two Bucks. He’s sort of my main man. But ummm. What was I saying? I got lost in how absolutely beautiful I am.
Reece stands up and walks past Lexie and begins posing in a mirror that was behind her, enjoying the sight of his own body. Lexie arches a brow up and folds her arms upon seeing him in her locker room.
Lexie: You were just finishing up your chitchat so you can leave my locker room, duh.
Tapping her foot a little impatiently. Killswitch turns around and frowns at her before taking a seat back down on the bench from earlier. He grabs a handful of rose petals and blow them towards Lexie. She blinks a little rapidly as she pulls her head back.
Reece: Nah mama. I remember now. I came here and set up this little situation, so you could wish me luck. I mean lets be honest. No one wants that Del Gato dude as champion. They want someone good looking yet talented. Someone smooth talking, yet opinionated. They just want someone like The Reece Man. So why don't you come over here and tell me about how much you want me to win. Maybe shower me with gifts, A kiss or two. Totally your call. I just need some good vibes and good luck babe. Whaddya say?
Lexie: Oh I have two gifts I could give you.
As she glances at her two hands, half curling them into fists.
Lexie: I would rather focus on my match against that Frat boy Stone, because when I win, I'll take my step to facing LEGATO. Try an Anne Summers store for your vibes.
Reece stands and walks up to pinch her cheek, but recalling how well that went for him last time, he wisely decides to reconsider. Instead, he points at her and laughs having to stop several times to wipe a tear from his eye. He leans beside Lexie using his elbow to prop himself up on a locker.
Reece: That’s Hilarious. I love a babe that can tell a good joke or two. For a second I thought you actually believed that La Paco was going to win tonight. And even funnier, you thought you had a shot at winning the belt? Sorry babe. But girls like you just aren't meant to be champ. It's just the way it is.
She glares at him and takes a deep breath.
Lexie: What are girls like me meant to be, exactly?
He pats her on the head and smiles while putting his arm around her.
Reece: Well, You know, You're too nice. Play by the rules. Stick in the mud. You could totes be like my manager. Or even maybe be good at a tag team championship. Ya know? Something you don't have to do a lot of work. Someone could carry you. But the main event. The spotlight? That's for guys like me. Who live it big. Who Claim the stage. The ring. It’s my house. I sleep there. And my Oscar award? Its that championship. I'm more lead role. You’re more like supporting actor babe.
Lexie keeps her cool and just a tiny shake of her head.
Lexie: I changed my mind. When I win tonight and prove I deserve a shot at gold, I hope you win so I can have a match with you. No DQ so that I'd manage to get so many shots at that beanbag of yours, it will be nothing more than an accessory.
Trying her best to put it nicely after his revelation of how she should be in his bizarre world thinking. Lexie grabs her things and storms out of the locker room. But not before pushing past Reece on her way out. Reece cups his junk, and shudders at the thought, before grabbing his bucket of rose petals. He turns towards the camera.
Reece: She's just playing hard to get. What? These were expensive. I'm gonna use em on some other babes before I let them go to waste.
And with that, The Hardcore High Flier, runs out of the locker room, and down the hall.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Steven Kingsley vs Nico Rider
Steven Kingsley vs Nico Rider
RECAP Things start off with with the pair feeling one another out. Nico makes the first strike with a kick to the side of Kingsley, but Steven remains focused and doesn’t let himself get drawn in. He feigns a few lunges, getting Rider to react until he’s frustrated enough to charge, allowing Kingsley to flapjack him! Afterward Nico is incensed. The frustration is apparent in his eyes as he circles Steven methodically. At last he’s able to sidestep an incoming tackle and counter with a bulldog! He tries to transition directly into a crossface, but Kingsley is able to wriggle free before the hold is fully locked in. The pair trades blows back and forth for a few moments, neither quite able to fully get the upper hand until a surprise standing hurricanrana takes Kingsley down and Rider is able to apply a Boston crab! Steven growls in pain, stretching his long arms toward the ropes, but he’s out of reach! He tries to crawl forward, but Rider plants his feet. It’s a battle of wills until Steven digs into his reserves and muscles his way forward a few inches, closer to the ropes. Nico tries to drag him back, but Kingsley maintains his ground. With another heave Steven gets a hand on the bottom rope, forcing the break! It takes until the middle of the match for Kingsley to recover, when he changes the momentum with a suplex slam off of an incoming attack! Rider gets back to his feet and charges, only to get caught with a mile-high gorilla press slam from Kingsley! Dazed, Nico rethinks his strategy as he gets to his feet. Steven looks to press the advantage with a corner splash, but Rider ducks out at the last second and sends a kick to the back of Kingsley’s leg, bringing the big man down to size! Rider then goes to the top rope for the Boom Goes Nico missile dropkick!!! He makes the cover and gets one… two before Steven gets a shoulder up! Things have worked into a fever pitch by the twelve minute mark. Kingsley has tried twice to get ahead, once with an impressive saito suplex and again with a vicious backbreaker. Rider, though showing that he’s feeling it, has continued to come back. Nico has kept Steven mostly on the defensive with kicks to the legs and body. He made an attempt for the Texas cloverleaf, but wasn’t able to get it locked in before Steven shook him off. With both men back on their feet, the tension has reached the breaking point. Kingsley drives Rider to a corner before hitting a big running superman punch! Nico is nothing if not resilient, and even though he’s staggered, he doesn’t go down. Steven looks for a tack to bring him to the canvas but Rider counters with a drop toe hold and tries to lock in a crossface, but he’s unable to do so before Kinsley slips his grasp. Steven looks for a stomp, but Rider catches the leg and brings him down with a dragon screw! Both men roll back over their shoulders to their feet, nothing but determination in their eyes. Nico ducks an incoming clothesline and comes off of the ropes with a head of steam! Kingsley looks for an atomic drop, but Nico leapfrogs fully over him! Steven almost hits the ropes but manages to bring himself up just short. Rider sees the opening he’s been waiting for and goes for the Kiss the Foot superkick! BUT KINGSLEY DUCKS UNDER AND CATCHES THE LEG! Steven forcefully throws the leg away, spinning Nico all the way around and going for the Debeautification!!! Steven rolls Nico over onto his back and hooks the outside leg, bridging up slightly for the pin. The ref slides and we have one… two… three!!! WINNER Steven Kingsley METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:13 FINISHING MOVE Debeautification (Full Nelson). |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson in his locker room. He’s already dressed down into his ring gear and he’s currently doing a few stretches to prepare for his match before he glances over to the camera with a smile. Rhett stands up and nods before he addresses the North Pacific faithful watching at home.
Rhett Adelson: Tonight, I fight Croy Calhoun and Caim McCallaghan in a triple threat match. I know these two guys are ready to bring it tonight but the thing is? I don’t think either of them want it more than me. You want to know what? Because they have their own personal beef. Croy and Caim were going back and forth on Twitter a few days ago and it’s clear that this match is a bit more personal than it is professional. That’s going to be the downfall for both of them, because while they have their eyes set on each other, they still have to deal with me.
Rhett shrugs his shoulders.
Rhett Adelson: I don’t think they have enough focus on me though. I think that one of them is going to slip up and I’m going to shove my boot straight into their face and pin them for the three count. While they deal with their personal beefs, I’m just looking to get the win here tonight and climb back up to a shot for the North Pacific Championship. I almost had it, I could freakin’ taste it, but I came up short against LEGATO. He beat me, but you know what? I’m not going to let that knock me down. Tonight, you’re all going to see how I rebound after a loss and that’s a good thing for me. But for Croy and Caim? It’s not good for them
He pauses and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: Tonight? You’re going to see how hungry I am. I’m not content with my performance last week and I’m not taking a consolation victory out of the entire thing because I made the finals. I need to be better… NO! I WILL BE BETTER!
He steps towards the camera and glares into it for a moment.
Rhett Adelson: And you’ll see how much better I am than Croy and Caim tonight when I beat them.
He walks out of the locker room and the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson in his locker room. He’s already dressed down into his ring gear and he’s currently doing a few stretches to prepare for his match before he glances over to the camera with a smile. Rhett stands up and nods before he addresses the North Pacific faithful watching at home.
Rhett Adelson: Tonight, I fight Croy Calhoun and Caim McCallaghan in a triple threat match. I know these two guys are ready to bring it tonight but the thing is? I don’t think either of them want it more than me. You want to know what? Because they have their own personal beef. Croy and Caim were going back and forth on Twitter a few days ago and it’s clear that this match is a bit more personal than it is professional. That’s going to be the downfall for both of them, because while they have their eyes set on each other, they still have to deal with me.
Rhett shrugs his shoulders.
Rhett Adelson: I don’t think they have enough focus on me though. I think that one of them is going to slip up and I’m going to shove my boot straight into their face and pin them for the three count. While they deal with their personal beefs, I’m just looking to get the win here tonight and climb back up to a shot for the North Pacific Championship. I almost had it, I could freakin’ taste it, but I came up short against LEGATO. He beat me, but you know what? I’m not going to let that knock me down. Tonight, you’re all going to see how I rebound after a loss and that’s a good thing for me. But for Croy and Caim? It’s not good for them
He pauses and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: Tonight? You’re going to see how hungry I am. I’m not content with my performance last week and I’m not taking a consolation victory out of the entire thing because I made the finals. I need to be better… NO! I WILL BE BETTER!
He steps towards the camera and glares into it for a moment.
Rhett Adelson: And you’ll see how much better I am than Croy and Caim tonight when I beat them.
He walks out of the locker room and the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
The cameras heads backstage to where the locker room of Lexie is, presenting the nametag on it. Whatever she is doing is unknown, but one of the semi-finalists of last week’s tournament. As the camera pulls away, LEGATO is walking past them, wrapping his wrist tape around once more. In preparation for tonight, the focus that the champion has doesn’t seem to exhaust. Even to the point of the door unlocking, LEGATO doesn’t break away from his hand stretches. When the door opens, he merely makes sure that the wrist tape is at their apex, beating one hand into the other. With the glistening championship around his waist, LEGATO turns to continue on his trek, but he stands face-to-face with Lexie.
Lexie glances at what she automatically categorises him as, an intruder and folds her arms up, standing up and leaving her phone on the locker room bench she was sitting on. Quickly looking at the title then up at him.
Lexie: Are you lost?
It seems that LEGATO was ignoring her until he reaches behind his strands of hair and takes out some earbuds. He clutches them in his hand before putting them into some charging apparatus. He gives Lexie a confused look and shakes his head, already appearing bothered by the rather mouthy young woman.
LEGATO: No, I’m not.
He looks at the locker room door and sighs.
LEGATO: I just happened to be crossing by here and checked my wrist tape. Don’t make this a thing.
He starts to try to walk away.
Lexie: I do my tape sitting down so I don't wander. But, since you're in my den, I wanted to say, face to face than over some media platform that you didn't beat me to win that title.
She says with a little turn to sit back down and goes back, or at least tries to resume her earlier activity as LEGATO makes an inward step.
LEGATO: Is that supposed to mean something? There are no consolation prizes for third place. Maybe a bronze medal, but I take it that you’re still gunning for me.
He ponders for a moment.
LEGATO: You failed. Make peace with that and keep moving forward. I didn’t see you present yourself like Adelson or Sophia did last week. I thought that was your resignation from the race.
His tone is serious, as he truly takes in the possibility of having to face Lexie at some point.
LEGATO: Dare you wish to try what that ignorant fool is going to try tonight? Perhaps I’ll drag him to your locker room for you to see my work up close and personal?
His eyes narrow at the mention of Reece Killswitch. She stands back up and half heartedly points at the title.
Lexie: I can point just like they can. You beat Rhett, you didn't beat me. I'm a different competitor, very capable of taking.
She points again in a similar fashion.
Lexie: That from you. The match up of Lexie vs LEGATO has no result, it's never happened due to the tournament. You never got to see or try and handle what I'm capable of. That's my point.
She says with a metaphor almost stressing the word point after her earlier actions of physically pointing.
Lexie: But Frat Boy Stone will.
LEGATO tilts his head at her words.
LEGATO: I feel as if you should do something about the person you didn’t beat before you start to dream up possibilities. You met him and made your mistakes. There is no reward for that. There is no speculation because if you were to make those same errors against me--I would have dropped you where you stood. Nevertheless, I cannot disagree with you fully. There is always a chance for someone to make good on their words.
The North Pacific Champion reaches down onto his championship, taking it off his waist, and resting it on his shoulder--making his point.
LEGATO: Make good on anything you do to reach me and I will give you what you think you desire. Until then, stop living in a dream. Reality is much more interesting and needs your utmost attention.
He turns away, starting on his path into war later.
LEGATO: I’ll be seeing you.
After he concludes, he is out of frame, leaving the camera lingering on Lexie.
The cameras heads backstage to where the locker room of Lexie is, presenting the nametag on it. Whatever she is doing is unknown, but one of the semi-finalists of last week’s tournament. As the camera pulls away, LEGATO is walking past them, wrapping his wrist tape around once more. In preparation for tonight, the focus that the champion has doesn’t seem to exhaust. Even to the point of the door unlocking, LEGATO doesn’t break away from his hand stretches. When the door opens, he merely makes sure that the wrist tape is at their apex, beating one hand into the other. With the glistening championship around his waist, LEGATO turns to continue on his trek, but he stands face-to-face with Lexie.
Lexie glances at what she automatically categorises him as, an intruder and folds her arms up, standing up and leaving her phone on the locker room bench she was sitting on. Quickly looking at the title then up at him.
Lexie: Are you lost?
It seems that LEGATO was ignoring her until he reaches behind his strands of hair and takes out some earbuds. He clutches them in his hand before putting them into some charging apparatus. He gives Lexie a confused look and shakes his head, already appearing bothered by the rather mouthy young woman.
LEGATO: No, I’m not.
He looks at the locker room door and sighs.
LEGATO: I just happened to be crossing by here and checked my wrist tape. Don’t make this a thing.
He starts to try to walk away.
Lexie: I do my tape sitting down so I don't wander. But, since you're in my den, I wanted to say, face to face than over some media platform that you didn't beat me to win that title.
She says with a little turn to sit back down and goes back, or at least tries to resume her earlier activity as LEGATO makes an inward step.
LEGATO: Is that supposed to mean something? There are no consolation prizes for third place. Maybe a bronze medal, but I take it that you’re still gunning for me.
He ponders for a moment.
LEGATO: You failed. Make peace with that and keep moving forward. I didn’t see you present yourself like Adelson or Sophia did last week. I thought that was your resignation from the race.
His tone is serious, as he truly takes in the possibility of having to face Lexie at some point.
LEGATO: Dare you wish to try what that ignorant fool is going to try tonight? Perhaps I’ll drag him to your locker room for you to see my work up close and personal?
His eyes narrow at the mention of Reece Killswitch. She stands back up and half heartedly points at the title.
Lexie: I can point just like they can. You beat Rhett, you didn't beat me. I'm a different competitor, very capable of taking.
She points again in a similar fashion.
Lexie: That from you. The match up of Lexie vs LEGATO has no result, it's never happened due to the tournament. You never got to see or try and handle what I'm capable of. That's my point.
She says with a metaphor almost stressing the word point after her earlier actions of physically pointing.
Lexie: But Frat Boy Stone will.
LEGATO tilts his head at her words.
LEGATO: I feel as if you should do something about the person you didn’t beat before you start to dream up possibilities. You met him and made your mistakes. There is no reward for that. There is no speculation because if you were to make those same errors against me--I would have dropped you where you stood. Nevertheless, I cannot disagree with you fully. There is always a chance for someone to make good on their words.
The North Pacific Champion reaches down onto his championship, taking it off his waist, and resting it on his shoulder--making his point.
LEGATO: Make good on anything you do to reach me and I will give you what you think you desire. Until then, stop living in a dream. Reality is much more interesting and needs your utmost attention.
He turns away, starting on his path into war later.
LEGATO: I’ll be seeing you.
After he concludes, he is out of frame, leaving the camera lingering on Lexie.
BACKSTAGE
We're shown backstage, where Croy Calhoun and Caim McCallaghan have come to blows. They land right after right, before stagehands begin to break them up. We're left wondering what started the disagreement in the first place, unless it was simply they're heated words on social media.
Either way, they've got a match NEXT!
We're shown backstage, where Croy Calhoun and Caim McCallaghan have come to blows. They land right after right, before stagehands begin to break them up. We're left wondering what started the disagreement in the first place, unless it was simply they're heated words on social media.
Either way, they've got a match NEXT!
MATCH SIX: TRIPLE THREAT
Rhett Adelson vs Croy Calhoun vs Caim McCallaghan
Rhett Adelson vs Croy Calhoun vs Caim McCallaghan
RECAP Before the bell, Croy and Caim end up yeling different things at each other. Croy seems none too happy, and Caim looks almost amused, but yells back at him regardless. The bell rings and Caim lunges forward, landing a european uppercut right to Croy's jaw. Calhoun rolls from the ring. Rhett lands at ring hand to Caim, and whips him across the ring. He bounds back, and Rhett leans forward, looking to flip Caim over. Instead, McCallaghan catches Rhett in a sunset flip...one that Adelson easy powers out of. Rhett rolls to his feet, and then lands a low dropkick right to Caim's face. McCallaghan is getting to his feet, but is quickly taken back down with a slingblade. The crowd cheers for Adelson as he continues his assault. Caim pushes himself up to his knees, and surprisingly, yells out at Adelson to try again. Rhett looks confused, but lunges forward and hits Caim with a superkick in his keeled position. McCallaghan holds his face in pain, but rolls towards the turnbuckle, and stands up. Rhett rushes him, only to have Caim hop to the apron. Rhett lands a forearm to Caim's jaw, and he falls to the outside. Just in time for Croy to come up behind Rhett, grabbing him from behind. He forces Rhett into an inverted octopus hold, applying pressure. Adelson fights against it, and begins slipping out. In seeing this, Croy grabs him into a tigerplex, bridging for a pin, but Rhett kicks out. It's far too early for a pin, but Croy had to try it. They get to their feet and Croy lands a few right hands, battling Adelson into the corner again. He follows it up with an elbow to his forehead, before hoisting him up on the turnbuckle. Croy climbs to the second rope, landing a few more right hands, and Rhett trying to fight back. Croy does an alright job controlling the situation, and slings Rhett's arm over his shoulder. Caim slides into the ring, coming up behind Croy and hitting him in the back with a forearm. The hit stalls Croy for a second, and McCallaghan has time to place Croy into the backdrop position, before all three of them tumble backwards. Croy, delivering a suplex from the turnbuckle, and Caim delivering a backdrop from the second rope. Calhoun lays out on the mat, as Rhett continues rolling right out of the ring. Caim tries for a cover, but only get a two count. The crowd is chanting and cheering. Caim looks frustrated, and starts stomping Croy, almost to death. He looks out at the crowd and spits their way, and the audience boos loudly. Caim doesn't care, turns back to Croy and starts stomping him again. He gets Croy to his feet, shoving his head between his legs and lifting him up into a piledriver. He holds Croy there, again looking out at the crowd, before plummeting Croy's head straight down. He tries for another pin, but again Croy kicks out. Caim is beyond frustrated by this point, and he helps Croy to his feet again. This time he hoists Calhoun onto his shoulder, signaling for the Scientia Potentia (inverted Death Valley Driver). A third time, he looks out to the crowd, about to drop Croy. But Croy starts hitting him in the head with elbow after elbow. He slides off Caim's shoulder right into a sleeper slam that makes the audience cheer. Caim kips up and spins around, right into the Best Judo Throw in the World. The crowd cheers louder! Caim rolls through, and Croy lifts him up, only for McCallaghan to counter, swinging back down. Caim ends up behind Croy, looking directly at his back, and nails him with the Gnostikos (chickenwing facebuster). Croy it's the mat hard, and is rolled over by Caim who hooks the leg, much to the dismay of the crowd. One... Two... But wait! Rhett Adelson has climbed onto the apron, and then onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps, landing a perfect Nightfall Splash (Five Star Frog Splash) onto BOTH Caim and Croy! The crowd goes nuts! The impact causes Caim to release Croy's leg, and end up next to Calhoun on his stomach. Croy looks more dead than ever, as Rhett quickly crawls over to Croy and hooks the leg himself. One...Two...Three! WINNER Rhett Adelson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:32 FINISHING MOVE Nightfall Splash |
BACKSTAGE
Rhett is walking backstage with a smile on his face, as he had just finished his match with a victory moments ago. He sees the camera following him and stops in front of it.
Rhett Adelson: Oh good! I definitely want to get a few more words in now that I went out there and I did what I said I was going to do. Croy and Caim did their best out there but at the end of the day, it wasn’t enough and I pinned Croy’s shoulders down to the canvas for the three count. That’s the type of thing you all need to get used to with me in North Pacific Pro, which is me winning, because there is nobody in the locker room who is going to work harder than me. Yeah, a lot of people say it but a lot of people don’t always do it. As for me, though? It’s the truth. Working to be the best is all I know. When I have my eyes set on something, there is no stopping me and that North Pacific Championship?
Rhett nods confidently.
Rhett Adelson: My eyes are set on it and as far as I’m concerned? I’m the number one contender. People can make claims all they want but I beat two people to make it to that final match and tonight? I beat another person from that tournament. So what else do you all want? Do you want me to beat everyone else who is going to lay claim to being the number one contender? Because I will. Lay them all out in front of me and I’ll take every single one of their hands clean off.
He pauses for a moment, letting his statement really sink in.
Rhett Adelson: As for you, LEGATO? You know as much as I do that things between you and I? They’re far from over. While you want to make things personal with me, all I care about is the North Pacific Championship, which you snatched away from me. So, you can keep on going on about the mistakes that I’ve made in the past, you can keep on trying to get under my skin but the fact of the matter is? I’m not going to let you make me lose my cool or my focus. I’m not going to let you hold onto that North Pacific Championship that should be with me. So, LEGATO? Just know that I’m coming for you. Doesn’t matter how or when I earn another shot, I’m going to do it and then? You’re not going to be able to beat me a second time. No, no, no! This time, I’ll beat you and the Rhett Adelson era will begin.
Rhett flashes that big smile of his before he winks at the camera and walks off before the feed cuts away.
Rhett is walking backstage with a smile on his face, as he had just finished his match with a victory moments ago. He sees the camera following him and stops in front of it.
Rhett Adelson: Oh good! I definitely want to get a few more words in now that I went out there and I did what I said I was going to do. Croy and Caim did their best out there but at the end of the day, it wasn’t enough and I pinned Croy’s shoulders down to the canvas for the three count. That’s the type of thing you all need to get used to with me in North Pacific Pro, which is me winning, because there is nobody in the locker room who is going to work harder than me. Yeah, a lot of people say it but a lot of people don’t always do it. As for me, though? It’s the truth. Working to be the best is all I know. When I have my eyes set on something, there is no stopping me and that North Pacific Championship?
Rhett nods confidently.
Rhett Adelson: My eyes are set on it and as far as I’m concerned? I’m the number one contender. People can make claims all they want but I beat two people to make it to that final match and tonight? I beat another person from that tournament. So what else do you all want? Do you want me to beat everyone else who is going to lay claim to being the number one contender? Because I will. Lay them all out in front of me and I’ll take every single one of their hands clean off.
He pauses for a moment, letting his statement really sink in.
Rhett Adelson: As for you, LEGATO? You know as much as I do that things between you and I? They’re far from over. While you want to make things personal with me, all I care about is the North Pacific Championship, which you snatched away from me. So, you can keep on going on about the mistakes that I’ve made in the past, you can keep on trying to get under my skin but the fact of the matter is? I’m not going to let you make me lose my cool or my focus. I’m not going to let you hold onto that North Pacific Championship that should be with me. So, LEGATO? Just know that I’m coming for you. Doesn’t matter how or when I earn another shot, I’m going to do it and then? You’re not going to be able to beat me a second time. No, no, no! This time, I’ll beat you and the Rhett Adelson era will begin.
Rhett flashes that big smile of his before he winks at the camera and walks off before the feed cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage, to the scowling face of the “Emerald City Siren,” Sophia Pike, who’s still very obviously not happy with the way the tournament at Infamy 1 went--least of all, because it was in her own home town. This week, however, we’re not in Seattle--and Portland, unlike the Emerald City, does not respond well to the sight of the Woman of 1000 Nicknames, boos overlapping the footage before Sophia can even speak.
Sophia Pike: I’d like to say that I should be standing here, with the North Pacific Championship in my hands...but LEGATO found a stroke of luck. “Solving the Sophia problem,” he called it...heh, don’t flatter yourself, you didn’t solve anything. You got caught--and it’s only because you caught a lucky roll, and a heavy stack, that you’re holding that title, and I didn’t tear that arm clean out of its socket.
Sophia Pike: Don’t get too comfortable with that belt, though...you may have gotten lucky to get by me last week, but make no mistake, I am coming for it, and I don’t allow lightning to strike twice. Study tape, figure out what you did that saved you from me last week, find that solution you think you’ve got...because when you and I face off again, you’ll need everything you’ve got just to survive. There won’t be a lucky fucking roll up, there won’t be some fluke save that lets you hang on to it, there’s just going to be me doing what I do to everyone: snapping that arm...and taking that title.
Sophia Pike: But first...Page Killebrew...
The anger in the Siren’s face flares up again, as Sophia pushes her hair out of her face, practically snarling as she turns her attention to her opponent--who, for whatever reason, Sophia seems to be particularly angry with, if you judge by her sly little smirk from last week getting replaced by a sneer.
Sophia Pike: He’s been talking himself up all week, and I can only assume it’s because he knows who the fuck he’s in the ring with...I assume it’s because he knows what’s going to happen, once we’re in there. I assume he knows that I was a fraction of a second from breaking the arm of the guy who won the belt...and if I can do that, to someone good enough to win the tournament, he must be wondering what I can do to everyone else. He must know this match isn’t going to be fun for him, he must know what I’m going to do...to put myself back in that title picture.
Sophia Pike: But if you’re not sure...let me tell you what you’re in for, “bro.” You’re stepping into the ring with the best technical wrestler in the world...I am what wrestlers want to be, I’m what wrestlers dream of being. I’m the kind of person that can be more impressive in a loss...than the rest of that tournament was in any win. I’m not wrestling royalty, Page, I’m a fucking Goddess in that ring, and you want to climb into my temple...and think it ends well?
Sophia shakes her head, momentarily rubbing her hands together before turning her eyes to stare directly into the camera.
Sophia Pike: I’m going to slap you...just for being that foolish. I’m going to slap you in the mouth for even thinking about getting in my way, and you’re going to be checking your teeth to make sure I didn’t loosen them...then, I’m going to spike you on your head, however many fucking times I feel like, until up is down, until red is blue, until you don’t even know what you’re doing in a ring anymore...
Sophia Pike: Then...I’m going to twist you into a fucking pretzel. I’m going to stretch every joint you have, I’m going to twist your neck until it spins like The Exorcist, I’m going to tear those ligaments in your shoulders and snap those fingers, I’m going to bend your knees backwards and stretch out those ankles...I’m going to listen as every joint in your body goes snap, crackle, pop...and then, I’m going to latch onto your arm, and pull...until that elbow pops out of place, until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re screaming for it to stop...
Sophia Pike: Because you’ll learn a mantra, just like everyone in this place will learn it eventually...
Sophia Pike: Once again...Sophia wins...and the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...TAP!
The Portland fans respond with boos and jeers as Sophia pushes past the cameraman, and we cut back to ringside.
We cut backstage, to the scowling face of the “Emerald City Siren,” Sophia Pike, who’s still very obviously not happy with the way the tournament at Infamy 1 went--least of all, because it was in her own home town. This week, however, we’re not in Seattle--and Portland, unlike the Emerald City, does not respond well to the sight of the Woman of 1000 Nicknames, boos overlapping the footage before Sophia can even speak.
Sophia Pike: I’d like to say that I should be standing here, with the North Pacific Championship in my hands...but LEGATO found a stroke of luck. “Solving the Sophia problem,” he called it...heh, don’t flatter yourself, you didn’t solve anything. You got caught--and it’s only because you caught a lucky roll, and a heavy stack, that you’re holding that title, and I didn’t tear that arm clean out of its socket.
Sophia Pike: Don’t get too comfortable with that belt, though...you may have gotten lucky to get by me last week, but make no mistake, I am coming for it, and I don’t allow lightning to strike twice. Study tape, figure out what you did that saved you from me last week, find that solution you think you’ve got...because when you and I face off again, you’ll need everything you’ve got just to survive. There won’t be a lucky fucking roll up, there won’t be some fluke save that lets you hang on to it, there’s just going to be me doing what I do to everyone: snapping that arm...and taking that title.
Sophia Pike: But first...Page Killebrew...
The anger in the Siren’s face flares up again, as Sophia pushes her hair out of her face, practically snarling as she turns her attention to her opponent--who, for whatever reason, Sophia seems to be particularly angry with, if you judge by her sly little smirk from last week getting replaced by a sneer.
Sophia Pike: He’s been talking himself up all week, and I can only assume it’s because he knows who the fuck he’s in the ring with...I assume it’s because he knows what’s going to happen, once we’re in there. I assume he knows that I was a fraction of a second from breaking the arm of the guy who won the belt...and if I can do that, to someone good enough to win the tournament, he must be wondering what I can do to everyone else. He must know this match isn’t going to be fun for him, he must know what I’m going to do...to put myself back in that title picture.
Sophia Pike: But if you’re not sure...let me tell you what you’re in for, “bro.” You’re stepping into the ring with the best technical wrestler in the world...I am what wrestlers want to be, I’m what wrestlers dream of being. I’m the kind of person that can be more impressive in a loss...than the rest of that tournament was in any win. I’m not wrestling royalty, Page, I’m a fucking Goddess in that ring, and you want to climb into my temple...and think it ends well?
Sophia shakes her head, momentarily rubbing her hands together before turning her eyes to stare directly into the camera.
Sophia Pike: I’m going to slap you...just for being that foolish. I’m going to slap you in the mouth for even thinking about getting in my way, and you’re going to be checking your teeth to make sure I didn’t loosen them...then, I’m going to spike you on your head, however many fucking times I feel like, until up is down, until red is blue, until you don’t even know what you’re doing in a ring anymore...
Sophia Pike: Then...I’m going to twist you into a fucking pretzel. I’m going to stretch every joint you have, I’m going to twist your neck until it spins like The Exorcist, I’m going to tear those ligaments in your shoulders and snap those fingers, I’m going to bend your knees backwards and stretch out those ankles...I’m going to listen as every joint in your body goes snap, crackle, pop...and then, I’m going to latch onto your arm, and pull...until that elbow pops out of place, until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re screaming for it to stop...
Sophia Pike: Because you’ll learn a mantra, just like everyone in this place will learn it eventually...
Sophia Pike: Once again...Sophia wins...and the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...TAP!
The Portland fans respond with boos and jeers as Sophia pushes past the cameraman, and we cut back to ringside.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Lexie vs Stone Hendrix
Lexie vs Stone Hendrix
RECAP The pair inches towards each other, going into a tie up, which Stone gets the better of. He sends Lexie over into a snapmare, and then throws her into a chinlock. He retches backwards but she's not giving in, so he let's go to knee her in the back, before applying the chinlock again. Lexie reaches upwards, throwing her fists wildly at Stone to try getting him to let go. It doesn't work, but she does manage to use both hands to lock onto his head. She tries to bring him up and over her seated position, doesn't work, so instead she pushes upwards, and begins getting to her feet... But sits back down! bam! The quick thinking manages to hit Stone with a stunner variation. The crowd is surprised that happened to work, but we've already seen what "Lucky" Lexie can accomplish. Both Stone and Lexie make it to their feet at the same time. He closelines Lexie down to the canvas, and she kips up near the ropes. He rushes her again, hitting her with another closeline, but this time sending her well over the top. She tumbles down to the ground... but somehow lands on her feet. To the surprise of the crowd, you can even hear some gasp. It doesn't seem like a surprise to Lexie though, as she immediately grabs Stone's leg out from under him. Stone hits the canvas, and Lexie climbs to the apron. He comes near her but she elbows his gut through the ropes. Lexie slingshots herself up and over, catching Stone on the way down into a spinning DDT! She goes for the cover but Hendrix kicks out. Stone starts getting to his feet but Lexie is on him like white on rice. She starts hammering away, with mostly open hand hits, but trying anything to wear him down. Stone puts his arms up to block them all, and he does for the most part.She's on him so much and won't let him get up, that the referee has to start a count against her, and thus she backs off. She gives Stone a moment to get to his feet, sort of. He's basically on his knees when she runs over, kicking him in his chest. It sends an echo through the Crystal Ballroom, but it doesn't put Stone back down. He eats it, and jolts up a second later, catching Lexie off guard with a spinning spinebuster. Lexie hits the mat hard, rolling towards the turnbuckle. Stone meets her the rest of the way, grabbing her and nailing her with an exploder suplex into the corner. He attempts to capitalize on it by grabbing hold of Lexi's right foot, but she uses her left one to kick him away. He takes a few steps backwards, allowing her to get to her feet, before rushing forward and catching him with a neckbreaker. She leaps into the air, hitting a standing elbow drop, before another pin attempt, but Stone kicks out again. Lexie crawls to the other side of the ring before getting on her feet. She looks over to Stone, who is also pretty much standing again. She runs at him, but he catches her into a wonderful tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that has the fans cheering! It also brings both competitors down to the mat. They both get to their feet, again on either side of the ring, except this time Lexie clutches her back a bit. They walk into another tie up, and Lexie is whipped across the ring, bounding back into a low dropkick to Stone's right knee. It takes right right out from under him, and he goes to a single knee. Lexie looks over her shoulder and sees Stone getting to his feet. She's got to think fast. She uses the ropes to her advantage, sprinboarding into the air. But Hendrix sees her coming, running forward into a spinning wheel kick. Lexie gets to her feet but is hit with a right hand that has her stumbling to the corner. Hendrix looks out at the crowd first, then back to Lexie before connecting with The Stone Kick (Running Big Boot to a cornered opponent). He rolls her over and pins her shoulders for the three count. WINNER Stone Hendrix METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:06 FINISHING MOVE The Stone Kick POST MATCH The lights go out, and typing appears across the screen, just as it did at the beginning of the show, as well as a few moments last week. FROM: THE COMMISSIONER TO: STONE HENDRIX CC: NORTH PACIFIC PRO SUBJECT: YOUR PRIZE HELLO. CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN, STONE. I SUPPOSE YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT YOUR PRIZE IS? I'M A FAIR MAN. EVERYONE BOOKED ON OUR FIRST INFAMY HAD THEIR SHOT. IF NOT IN THE TOURNAMENT... THEN IN THE BATTLE ROYAL. LEGATO WON THE TOURNAMENT, BECAME THE FIRST EVER NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPION. AND YOU, STONE... BECAME OUR FIRST NUMBER ONE CONTENDER. The NPP crowd begins to cheer for Stone, as the lights come back on. It's the only information we're given, but Stone looks mighty pleased regardless. |
BACKSTAGE
We’ve cut to the back to see Page Killebrew getting himself prepared for his match tonight against Sophia Pike. He’s in good spirits as the cameras catch a grin on his face. He throws a few shadow knees at the air nail his attention turns to the camera.
“Tonight I have a scrap with Sophia Pike bros! They say she’s dangerous, they say she’s nothing to mess with… But if there’s one thing about a KBrho like me man, it’s that we don’t know too much is.
Last week I didn’t end up within that battle royal… But that’s alright. Each week is a victory for me, because each week I get better and I learn from my mistakes. I went to the gym bro. I did my lifts, ate my flinstone gummies, and I went to the film room and watch some tape.
You see Portland, you’re looking at the most known, unknown. You know that I’m here in NNP, but you have no clue what I’m capable off! And while you can all say that I need to watch my step inside the ring with Pike - You guys should be watching out that I don’t shock the world and get the job done!”
Page grabs the t-shirt tucked into the side of his tights. He nods confidently as he drapes the black garment over his neck.
“The thing is… Tonight isn’t last week. This isn’t Washington Hall.. This is THE Crystal Ballroom, and you guys deserve to have your breath snatched away, you deserve to have your show stolen.
And the only thing left I have is just for you Pike. Get the gif machine ready, because I’M about to make YOU famous in Oregon, when I run right through you…Bro!”
Page quickly pulls the shirt from around his neck, and tosses it perfectly at the camera, blacking out our scene as we fade away and back to ringside.
We’ve cut to the back to see Page Killebrew getting himself prepared for his match tonight against Sophia Pike. He’s in good spirits as the cameras catch a grin on his face. He throws a few shadow knees at the air nail his attention turns to the camera.
“Tonight I have a scrap with Sophia Pike bros! They say she’s dangerous, they say she’s nothing to mess with… But if there’s one thing about a KBrho like me man, it’s that we don’t know too much is.
Last week I didn’t end up within that battle royal… But that’s alright. Each week is a victory for me, because each week I get better and I learn from my mistakes. I went to the gym bro. I did my lifts, ate my flinstone gummies, and I went to the film room and watch some tape.
You see Portland, you’re looking at the most known, unknown. You know that I’m here in NNP, but you have no clue what I’m capable off! And while you can all say that I need to watch my step inside the ring with Pike - You guys should be watching out that I don’t shock the world and get the job done!”
Page grabs the t-shirt tucked into the side of his tights. He nods confidently as he drapes the black garment over his neck.
“The thing is… Tonight isn’t last week. This isn’t Washington Hall.. This is THE Crystal Ballroom, and you guys deserve to have your breath snatched away, you deserve to have your show stolen.
And the only thing left I have is just for you Pike. Get the gif machine ready, because I’M about to make YOU famous in Oregon, when I run right through you…Bro!”
Page quickly pulls the shirt from around his neck, and tosses it perfectly at the camera, blacking out our scene as we fade away and back to ringside.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Sophia Pike vs Page Killebrew
Sophia Pike vs Page Killebrew
RECAP The bell rings and at first, they walk towards one another. Page wants to tie up, and Sophia acts like she's going to go for it. Only to get within reach of Page, and give him an open hand slap! Page kind of chuckles, holding his face, Page Killebrew comes flying out of the gate like a bat out of hell. He leaps into the air for a flying closeline...that's caught. Yes, Sophia Pike has CAUGHT Page. She keeps him there, stalling, almost comically as Page tries to get free. Sophia lifts him up and over into an exploder suplex. Page winces, but kips up as fast as he can. Again, he rushes Sophia, but she sidesteps him, taking him back down to the canvas with a hip toss. He gets to his feet again, looking to the audience, a million thoughts running through his head. Again, he rushes her, but she rolls away from harm, grabbing Page and taking him down yet again, with a reverse STO. Page takes a little longer getting to his feet this time, using the ropes. He looks to the crowd again, now very aware that rushing Sophia isn't going to work. She motions for him to run at her, but he nods his head, wagging his finger that he's learned his lesson. Instead, Sophia is the one to rush him, and this time, Page manages to catch her! He wraps his arms around her, delivering an overhead belly-to-back toss. They both get to their feet, delivering right hands every which way. Sophia pushes Page against the ropes, and then uses them to send him across the ring. However, Killebrew keeps hold of her arm, yanking her back in. He quickly slings her arm over his shoulder, transitioning into a snap suplex. The cheers for Page can be heard well around the arena as he gets to his feet, looking out to them and doing a small taunt. But too much, as Sophia is on her feet before Page could realize it. She takes him from behind, hitting him with a bringing german suplex. The referee drops to the mat, but Page powers out. As Sophia is getting back to her feet, Killebrew catches her off guard, with a flying armbar. He twists her arm, and gets it locked in, but they are MUCH to close to the ropes. On top of that, Sophia looks mighty angry that Page would even TRY to place her into an armbar. She makes a few pained faces, but gets to the bottom rope. Page rolls away, getting to his feet with a smile on his face. Sophia looks less then thrilled. Page wants to try for another tie up, one that Pike obliges this time around. Page transitions into a front headlock, but Sophia elbows him out of the way. Killebrew transitions to a back headlock. Sophia spins out of it, taking hold of Killebrew's arm, and giving him a double knee armbreaker, to weaken it up of course. He holds his arm in pain, but bounces back up, hitting Sophia in the face with a forearm. She stumbles back, bounding off the ropes, and floats over Killebrew. He steps back, landing a hook kick right to her shoulder. She winces but it doesn't take her down, what does is the russian legsweep Page manages to catch her with. He rolls through to Sophia's legs, standing up. She tries to kick him off but he tightens his grip... He's got her legs! He's got her legs! Trying with all his might to flip her over so he can lock in Tap Bro! (Liontamer)! Sophia won't budge, and pushes all her weight against him to keep herself from flipping over. The crowd cheers, watching Page alllmmmooossstttt get her flipped, but she rocks back to her original position. Sophia reaches up, elbowing him to the head. His grip slips, and Sophia takes his arm, magically pulling him down to the canvas with an armdrag, into the dreaded Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar). She reels back, with a look on her face that would crush a small child's heart. The Portland crowd boos LOUDLY as she applies more pressure, and Page had no choice but to tap. WINNER Sophia Pike METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 9:10 FINISHING MOVE The Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar) |
BACKSTAGE
The North Pacific Pro cameras cut backstage or better said to the huge parking lot. For a few moments all they spot is darkness, apart from the emergency lights. With a loud clicking noise several lights go on, all focused on one spot. A circle of tables. Inside that circle a muscular, heavy tattooed man was standing. In his hands a massive steel chain. It looked like the picture had been frozen until another person stepped in front of the camera. The first thing the viewer would notice was the fiery purple redish hair. Lara Chambers.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Destruction. What does it truly mean and who deserves to feel its rage?
She let out a sweet laughter which immediately set off the figure in the background. With full wrath he allowed the chain to crash against the table.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
What has Kurt Newman done to deserve the beast coming after him? Nothing. It is as easy as it is poetic, darling. You simply stood in the way. There is no personal vendetta or anything else that would make you feel more important. Hayden made one thing very clear -- he doesn’t care about names. Or the legacy that comes with it. He is here to run through this roster without caring about the consequences. And the quicker you figure that out, the easier this ride will be.
Hayden was slamming the chain down one last time, the table broke. Splinters were flying around the parking lot. A low growl coming from his end.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
And you have just caught me telling my first lie here in NPP. Nothing will ever be easy when it involves Hayden or myself. We are not known for doing things the simple way. Blame it on our colourful personalities, or the fact that we like to play rough. One way or another Kurt Newman isn’t ready for that. I couldn’t care less who all is praising his wrinkled butt. Or what mountains he did climb in the past. This is the here and now, boy. And this journey very well will turn into your biggest nightmare. I can picture you throwing your phone against the wall, again. Even though it was rather unfriendly, love. I was just stating the obvious.
Lara felt Hayden’s presence right behind her, shivering. Her rubbed the chain against her lower back.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
Do not credit them with more intelligence than they are capable of, my heart.
She looked at him briefly and winked. He nodded before returning his attention to the remaining tables. This time going at them way more vicious. His war cry heard through the parking lot and probably even in the arena.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
You know what the problem with legends is? They think they have done it all and there is no one that can steal their spotlight. Hayden will prove you wrong. No matter what you have done in your career, he will make people forget it. How? By leaving you a bloody mess. What you see right behind me is a warning. Fair. Clear. And loud. Unfortunately I am afraid it will go right over your head. There is nothing wrong with being slow, Kurt. There is no shame in accepting defeat -- at least not for regular people. You can at least say you have tried your very best. If you give it your all, I might end up applauding you.
When she turned her attention towards the tables a soft sigh left her. All of them were left in broken pieces. Full destruction in a matter of minutes. She stepped towards her him to take the chain out of his hands. In a seductive manner she wrapped it around his neck.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Do not underestimate the hunger of the beast. Even less when he has something to fight for. You might not have heard it till now -- but we are here to stay. Congratulations, Kurt. You are the first example for everyone that is still in doubt.
They shared a passionate kiss, Lara still holding him close by the chain.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Any famous last words, love?
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
I hope, Newman, doesn’t break as easy as those tables.
With that the scene fades to black.
The North Pacific Pro cameras cut backstage or better said to the huge parking lot. For a few moments all they spot is darkness, apart from the emergency lights. With a loud clicking noise several lights go on, all focused on one spot. A circle of tables. Inside that circle a muscular, heavy tattooed man was standing. In his hands a massive steel chain. It looked like the picture had been frozen until another person stepped in front of the camera. The first thing the viewer would notice was the fiery purple redish hair. Lara Chambers.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Destruction. What does it truly mean and who deserves to feel its rage?
She let out a sweet laughter which immediately set off the figure in the background. With full wrath he allowed the chain to crash against the table.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
What has Kurt Newman done to deserve the beast coming after him? Nothing. It is as easy as it is poetic, darling. You simply stood in the way. There is no personal vendetta or anything else that would make you feel more important. Hayden made one thing very clear -- he doesn’t care about names. Or the legacy that comes with it. He is here to run through this roster without caring about the consequences. And the quicker you figure that out, the easier this ride will be.
Hayden was slamming the chain down one last time, the table broke. Splinters were flying around the parking lot. A low growl coming from his end.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
And you have just caught me telling my first lie here in NPP. Nothing will ever be easy when it involves Hayden or myself. We are not known for doing things the simple way. Blame it on our colourful personalities, or the fact that we like to play rough. One way or another Kurt Newman isn’t ready for that. I couldn’t care less who all is praising his wrinkled butt. Or what mountains he did climb in the past. This is the here and now, boy. And this journey very well will turn into your biggest nightmare. I can picture you throwing your phone against the wall, again. Even though it was rather unfriendly, love. I was just stating the obvious.
Lara felt Hayden’s presence right behind her, shivering. Her rubbed the chain against her lower back.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
Do not credit them with more intelligence than they are capable of, my heart.
She looked at him briefly and winked. He nodded before returning his attention to the remaining tables. This time going at them way more vicious. His war cry heard through the parking lot and probably even in the arena.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
You know what the problem with legends is? They think they have done it all and there is no one that can steal their spotlight. Hayden will prove you wrong. No matter what you have done in your career, he will make people forget it. How? By leaving you a bloody mess. What you see right behind me is a warning. Fair. Clear. And loud. Unfortunately I am afraid it will go right over your head. There is nothing wrong with being slow, Kurt. There is no shame in accepting defeat -- at least not for regular people. You can at least say you have tried your very best. If you give it your all, I might end up applauding you.
When she turned her attention towards the tables a soft sigh left her. All of them were left in broken pieces. Full destruction in a matter of minutes. She stepped towards her him to take the chain out of his hands. In a seductive manner she wrapped it around his neck.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Do not underestimate the hunger of the beast. Even less when he has something to fight for. You might not have heard it till now -- but we are here to stay. Congratulations, Kurt. You are the first example for everyone that is still in doubt.
They shared a passionate kiss, Lara still holding him close by the chain.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Any famous last words, love?
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
I hope, Newman, doesn’t break as easy as those tables.
With that the scene fades to black.
MATCH NINE: TABLES
Kurt Newman vs Hayden Lazarus
Kurt Newman vs Hayden Lazarus
RECAP Kurt Newman is making his way down to the ring, to the sound of chants from the audience. He stops on the ramp to pose, slapping a couple different hands, and pretending to go in for an awkward kiss. The woman pulls away slightly, and Kurt announces 'dont tell my wife'. She laughs, as does the rest of the audience, as Newman continues down the ramp. However, he's stopped by Hayden Lazarus, running up behind him and smashing that chained fist right to the back of his head again. Lazarus shoves his fist into the air again, showing the steel chain wrapped around it. He unravels it for a moment, before wrapping it around Kurt's neck, choking him. As Hayden chokes him, Lara Chambers walks down the ramp, a baseball bat wrapped in barbedwire is in her hands. Hayden continues reeling back on the chain, choking the living daylights out of Kurt as he tries to break free. Lara puts the back out in front of her, just in front of Kurt's face for him to see. Before taking a mighty swing, knocking Kurt right in the face with it. Kurt seems to go limp and Lazarus lets go of the chain. Newman falls down upon the ramp and just lies there. He's easily busted open. For good measure, Hayden lifts him up, drilling him with Hail Hayden (spinning sitout underhook facebuster). Lara and Hayden stand over Kurt on the ramp, when Croy comes jetting out from the back, running down the ramp. Lara slips off to the right, while Hayden slips off to the left. Croy makes it down to Kurt's body, and checks if he's alright. Lara and Hayden simply meet back up at the top of the ramp, looking down to Croy and Kurt. They're fight isn't with Croy, and so they let him off. Together, they disappear back behind the black curtain. WINNER N/A METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH Match never started. FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The camera comes backstage to the sounds of strikes flying through the air. The operator gets an excellent shot of the newly crowned North Pacific Champion, LEGATO, practicing his craft even in these last moments. The video he props in front of him caters to his focus, showing that he was watching Reece Killswitch in the battle royal. He nods, according before pausing the video. Scratching his chin, LEGATO puts his phone away and steps further towards the center of the room.
The North Pacific Pro Champion bounces around in his locker room, striking the air with precision and grace. He lowers his leg down, peeking his head up to spot the new coming interviewer making her way into his space. He reaches for his championship first, draping it over his shoulder with a quiet pride. His cold eyes land on her as she approaches fully, not exactly being the most inviting, but not openly hostile individual.
LEGATO: I take it that you’re here to hear my thoughts on what I found out tonight?
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Staff told me to pick whoever I wanted. And why not start with the biggest fish in the sea? That is if you have a few minutes.
LEGATO nods, shifting his weight onto his back foot. He lessens his intense aura for the sake of Laurie.
LEGATO: Yeah, I got some. The biggest fish in the sea, eh?
He instinctively shrugs his shoulder with the belt on it.
LEGATO: Some people would like to say otherwise. I’m sure you saw everything that people say on the internet.
Laurie nodded her head, obviously a little nervous. But she held her head up high, smiling.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: You mean by those people that lost, right? As interviewer it is my job to pick up all the gossip, but that's for another day. The people out there are more interested in what kind of champion you are, Legato.
LEGATO stares up to the ceiling for a second before answering.
LEGATO: I want to be the kind of champion that everyone wants to be. I want to dominant. I want to make a legacy for this championship before the day that I lose it. Yet, those are things that everyone wants. What I can say is unique to this mentality that I’ve built is the lust I have for competition. I see many places in the GWA with their champions and I don’t see anything that I like. Eliza Valentine is the only one that I can say is what I would actively seek out as a true champion. Everyone else? I see people masquerading as a spectacle, rather than a competitor--a standing figure of what their company represents. It’s always the “me, me, me” mentality that shapes people in this business.
He takes a beat.
LEGATO: I want NPP to be a place where people come as a paradise, a Mecca for wrestling. As the champion, the top champion, the biggest fish in the sea, it’s my duty to uphold that thought. However, as it stands, I’m unproven to some. Many people want to test me, and I cannot try to accomplish my desire of putting this place at the top of everything GWA, but they test my personal creeds. They test me, Laurie. That’s disrespect. I can’t stand for that.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Strong words, but as the champion yours to speak. You kinda got into my next question already. A champion needs challenges. For one to prove something to himself but also to prove it to the world. You got a huge target on your back, but who you think will out run the rest?
A rare smirk dawns on LEGATO’s features, but fades quickly.
LEGATO: I would have said Sophia Pike, but I know for certain now that it’s Stone Hendrix. He won that battle royal and punched his ticket. To heaven or hell is up for debate, but I know what it takes to get to this stage. I now know what it means to win here. Stone is my rival in that aspect, because in the grand scheme--everyone else lost. Stone and I made it out of their with our respective wins. So, he’s here now and he’s coming to change my destiny and his own.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Which logically leads to my final question. Do you have your challenger all figured out? Or will you go on gut feeling?
LEGATO looks at his championship.
LEGATO: No man enters a war unprepared. Stone’s hungrier than anyone else on the roster. That’s nothing you play with. You get better, you get smarter, and you come to fight a hungry young man like that with as much knowledge as you can. But, I can’t say that I have him figured out. No, that leads to losing. That’s what led to me becoming champion. I saw the vainglorious nature of my opponents and took advantage. Stone won’t make the same mistake they did.
After his words, he takes a look at Laurie.
LEGATO: Not bad for your first night.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Thank you so much for your time. And I am sure we will hear and see a lot more of you.
The camera comes backstage to the sounds of strikes flying through the air. The operator gets an excellent shot of the newly crowned North Pacific Champion, LEGATO, practicing his craft even in these last moments. The video he props in front of him caters to his focus, showing that he was watching Reece Killswitch in the battle royal. He nods, according before pausing the video. Scratching his chin, LEGATO puts his phone away and steps further towards the center of the room.
The North Pacific Pro Champion bounces around in his locker room, striking the air with precision and grace. He lowers his leg down, peeking his head up to spot the new coming interviewer making her way into his space. He reaches for his championship first, draping it over his shoulder with a quiet pride. His cold eyes land on her as she approaches fully, not exactly being the most inviting, but not openly hostile individual.
LEGATO: I take it that you’re here to hear my thoughts on what I found out tonight?
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Staff told me to pick whoever I wanted. And why not start with the biggest fish in the sea? That is if you have a few minutes.
LEGATO nods, shifting his weight onto his back foot. He lessens his intense aura for the sake of Laurie.
LEGATO: Yeah, I got some. The biggest fish in the sea, eh?
He instinctively shrugs his shoulder with the belt on it.
LEGATO: Some people would like to say otherwise. I’m sure you saw everything that people say on the internet.
Laurie nodded her head, obviously a little nervous. But she held her head up high, smiling.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: You mean by those people that lost, right? As interviewer it is my job to pick up all the gossip, but that's for another day. The people out there are more interested in what kind of champion you are, Legato.
LEGATO stares up to the ceiling for a second before answering.
LEGATO: I want to be the kind of champion that everyone wants to be. I want to dominant. I want to make a legacy for this championship before the day that I lose it. Yet, those are things that everyone wants. What I can say is unique to this mentality that I’ve built is the lust I have for competition. I see many places in the GWA with their champions and I don’t see anything that I like. Eliza Valentine is the only one that I can say is what I would actively seek out as a true champion. Everyone else? I see people masquerading as a spectacle, rather than a competitor--a standing figure of what their company represents. It’s always the “me, me, me” mentality that shapes people in this business.
He takes a beat.
LEGATO: I want NPP to be a place where people come as a paradise, a Mecca for wrestling. As the champion, the top champion, the biggest fish in the sea, it’s my duty to uphold that thought. However, as it stands, I’m unproven to some. Many people want to test me, and I cannot try to accomplish my desire of putting this place at the top of everything GWA, but they test my personal creeds. They test me, Laurie. That’s disrespect. I can’t stand for that.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Strong words, but as the champion yours to speak. You kinda got into my next question already. A champion needs challenges. For one to prove something to himself but also to prove it to the world. You got a huge target on your back, but who you think will out run the rest?
A rare smirk dawns on LEGATO’s features, but fades quickly.
LEGATO: I would have said Sophia Pike, but I know for certain now that it’s Stone Hendrix. He won that battle royal and punched his ticket. To heaven or hell is up for debate, but I know what it takes to get to this stage. I now know what it means to win here. Stone is my rival in that aspect, because in the grand scheme--everyone else lost. Stone and I made it out of their with our respective wins. So, he’s here now and he’s coming to change my destiny and his own.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Which logically leads to my final question. Do you have your challenger all figured out? Or will you go on gut feeling?
LEGATO looks at his championship.
LEGATO: No man enters a war unprepared. Stone’s hungrier than anyone else on the roster. That’s nothing you play with. You get better, you get smarter, and you come to fight a hungry young man like that with as much knowledge as you can. But, I can’t say that I have him figured out. No, that leads to losing. That’s what led to me becoming champion. I saw the vainglorious nature of my opponents and took advantage. Stone won’t make the same mistake they did.
After his words, he takes a look at Laurie.
LEGATO: Not bad for your first night.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER LAURIE: Thank you so much for your time. And I am sure we will hear and see a lot more of you.
MAIN EVENT: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
LEGATO vs Reece Killswitch
LEGATO vs Reece Killswitch
RECAP As soon as the bell rings, Reece isn't wasting anytime. He runs forward, leaping into the air with a forearm. LEGATO sees it coming and puts his arms up. He takes a bit of a hit, but it doesn't take him off his feet. It also doesn't seem to stop Reece's onslaught in the least bit. He keeps landing forearm attacks with both arms on LEGATO's blocking. Reece runs for the ropes, and bounds back right into a missile dropkick from LEGATO. The duo both get to their feet. Killswitch tries to run at LEGATO again, but Reece is taken down by a shoulder block. Standing above Killswitch, LEGATO hits a knee drop to Reece's forehead. LEGATO places his foot over Reece's neck, which lasts a few seconds before the referee starts a count against him. While LEGATO is debating with the referee for just a moment, Reece tries to slip his arm up into a lowblow. But LEGATO catches his arm between his legs! The look on Reece's face is one of panic, but he manages to come up with a solution, leaning back into a schoolboy instead and going for a pin attempt. LEGATO powers out. On their feet, LEGATO hard whips - almost throws, with force - Reece into the turnbuckle. He tries to duplicate the effect on the other side, but Reece ends up running up the side, and coming back at LEGATO with a surprising corkscrew crossbody. He hooks the leg again, but only gets a two count. LEGATO uses the ropes to aid himself, and is able to launch Killswitch up and over when he guns for him. However, Reece lands on the apron, grabbing and LEGATO. He slings his arm over his shoulder, giving him a release suplex to the outside of the ring. Killswitch springboards into a moonsalt, and lands right on LEGATO for his third fast pin attempt, though this time it looks like he may get the three. One...two...Kickout! Reece helps LEGATO to his feet, going to toss him into the steel steps. Instead, LEGATO reverses it and sends Killswitch into the steps instead! He tumbles over to the other side of them (selling the hell out of it). As Reece gets to his feet, LEGATO runs, and uses the steps to launch himself into a flying lariat to Reece. They take a moment to get up, but trade a few right hands back and forth when they do. Reece takes hold of LEGATO's head, slamming him face first into the barricade. As he goes for another, LEGATO puts his hand out, and then elbows Reece to the gut. He lifts Reece up, slamming him onto the barricade in a split-legged position. No Killswitch grandbabies soon (thankfully). LEGATO hops onto the steel steps again, before flying through the air with a HIGH knee to Reece's face. The connection echoes through the arena, and Reece becomes limp, tumbling from the barricade. LEGATO goes for a cover. One...twooo...kickout! LEGATO helps Killswitch to his feet again, Reece attempting to battle back. They trade right hands, battling to the ramp, before Reece rakes LEGATO's eyes to get the upperhand. LEGATO turns around, trying his best to walk away from the situation, and he ends up walking up the ramp. Reece capitalizes, hitting a bulldog right onto the ramp. Instead of allowing LEGATO to get up, he hits a standing legdrop before trying for another pin. Only a two count. Reece is trying with all his might to walk away with the win here. He gets LEGATO to his feet, before drilling him with an atomic drop. Again, LEGATO stumbles away from Reece, this time holding his groin. Reece goes after him, landing a few right hands, before LEGATO starts landing a few right hands of his own. Killswitch goes for a closeline, but LEGATO catches his arm, and headbutts Reece. Now it's Reece trying to get away from the situation, walking right through the black curtain while holding his head. Of course, the camera follows after them right through the curtain. LEGATO walks up behind him, planting a lundblower to Reece. Since they're now on concrete, the move also does a fair amount of damage to LEGATO's back. Because of this, he misses a pin opportunity, and clutches his back instead. They both get to their feet about the same time again, now battling through the backstage area. There's all sorts of stagehands running around and trying to get out of the way. They reach a vending area. Reece punches the machine, and a soda pops out. He shakes up the can, opening it and using it as a cloaking device, momentarily blinding LEGATO. Reece follows it up with slamming LEGATO's face into the vending machine. LEGATO stumbles towards a craft table, that Reece attempts to put him through with a backdrop. LEGATO weights himself down though, delivering a few elbows to Killswitch, and then places him on the table, dragging him all the way through all the food! Reece falls off the other side of the table, not exactly hurt but covered in a load of shit now. He continues walking, but turning around to fist fight with LEGATO after a few seconds. They've found themselves in yet another hallway. LEGATO spears Reece into the wall, hitting both his back and his head. He takes hold of Reece, shoving him through the nearby locker room door. Reece bursts through, falling through the door to the other side. Both LEGATO and the camera man follow. On the other side of the room, packing is bag...is number one contender, Stone Hendrix. He looks on, surprised, and does not get involved. Did LEGATO know that Stone would be here at this moment? Reece gets to his feet and eats a kick to the gut. LEGATO grabs him from behind, and looks to Stone Hendrix, narrowing his eyes, before hitting Reece with the Fatal Attraction (Reverse Brainbuster). He continues looking at Stone as he makes the cover. One...two...three! WINNER LEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:35 FINISHING MOVE Fatal Atrraction POST MATCH LEGATO is handed his North Pacific Championship as Stone Hendrix looks on. LEGATO gets up off the ground, walking over to Hendrix and coming nose to nose with him. He raises the North Pacific Championship, before slinging it on his shoulder. A message to not only Stone, but Rhett...Sophia...and the entirety of NPP. |