Post by Commissioner on Dec 30, 2019 17:49:31 GMT
EARLIER TODAY
Lexie, wearing a rare white skirt with a cream yellow tank top as she enjoys a prepacked salad she made herself and some sweet shade under an umbrella at a small café. A small group of women walk over and congregate around her table. They begin telling her how big of fans they are before asking for Lexie’s autograph. (lexie action)
A few moments later, One Reece Killswitch, spots the group of women and begins to slick his hair back as he walks over. The young Hardcore wrestler is dressed in an all pink sweat suit, his top cut off at his midsection. He approaches the ladies with his patented swagger and a flashy cocky smile. But just as soon as he reaches the table, The Girls run off pleased with getting their autographs.
Reece: Awww…
He lets out, disappointed in the women leaving. But that disappointment doesn't last long. When The Blonde Man turns back around He spots Lexie, The sly smile returning to his face.
Reece: Well Well Well. If It isnt My future baby momma, The girl of my Dreams…. Well one of my dreams… Sexy Lexie. How are ya hon?
Lexie sorely grits her teeth at the Sexy Lexie name, giving him a little glanced glare.
Lexie: Baby momma?
She says with a stern, yet light questioning tone towards him. Killswitch hops over the railing for the café and takes a seat across from Lexie. He reaches across the table and takes a sip of her drink before responding.
Reece: Yeah you know baby momma. Like Not anytime soon, but sometime in the future, we’ll have a kid. We wont get married. The Reece man don't do marriage. But Still we’ll be happy. So why you out here? Shouldnt you be like training or grinding or lifting weights or something. Isnt that your thing on show days?
Lexie: I have done that, now I was enjoying a salad until you showed up with the worst fortune ever.
She crosses her legs and dumps her tupperware in her handbag, getting herself a little sip of her tea.
Reece: Worst Fortune? Babe Don't talk to me about bad luck. Ive been getting robbed in NPP these days. It seems like everyone has it out for me. The Refs The wrestlers even that weird typewriter they call an owner. Point is… I have the worst fortune right now. You got it easy. All you have to do is look pretty. And they seem to be liking you for that. Its not talent based, I mean if so Why would they prefer you over me?
Lexie: Because I am going to ‘pretty’ much show everyone I'm a Champion level worker. I refocus on losses rather than blame the men and women in stripes. That's why, duh
Reece: You’re adorable.
Recce goes to graze the back of Lexie’s cheek with his hand when he remembers her reaction to his last touch and grabs the air.
Reece: Anyway. Did you pack something sexy?
Reece: Since Harper’s accompanying Eden to ringside, how’s about you squeeze yourself into something fine and be my arm candy tonight?
Lexie: I have a triple threat match.
Reece: Babe! Mine’s after yours, that little match of yours. So cute.You can do that little thing, come with me to the ring and when my talent shines through and I win, you can be first in line for a victory kiss.
Lexie visibly gags at the idea.
Lexie: Kiss me and it will be the last kiss you ever have. You can call it the kiss of death.
Reece: Catch you later then, Baby Mama. Have yourself a nice lunch.
Lexie: Oh it’s been ruined already.
Reece goes to pat her on the shoulder but she casually moves it out of his reach before heading off.
Lexie, wearing a rare white skirt with a cream yellow tank top as she enjoys a prepacked salad she made herself and some sweet shade under an umbrella at a small café. A small group of women walk over and congregate around her table. They begin telling her how big of fans they are before asking for Lexie’s autograph. (lexie action)
A few moments later, One Reece Killswitch, spots the group of women and begins to slick his hair back as he walks over. The young Hardcore wrestler is dressed in an all pink sweat suit, his top cut off at his midsection. He approaches the ladies with his patented swagger and a flashy cocky smile. But just as soon as he reaches the table, The Girls run off pleased with getting their autographs.
Reece: Awww…
He lets out, disappointed in the women leaving. But that disappointment doesn't last long. When The Blonde Man turns back around He spots Lexie, The sly smile returning to his face.
Reece: Well Well Well. If It isnt My future baby momma, The girl of my Dreams…. Well one of my dreams… Sexy Lexie. How are ya hon?
Lexie sorely grits her teeth at the Sexy Lexie name, giving him a little glanced glare.
Lexie: Baby momma?
She says with a stern, yet light questioning tone towards him. Killswitch hops over the railing for the café and takes a seat across from Lexie. He reaches across the table and takes a sip of her drink before responding.
Reece: Yeah you know baby momma. Like Not anytime soon, but sometime in the future, we’ll have a kid. We wont get married. The Reece man don't do marriage. But Still we’ll be happy. So why you out here? Shouldnt you be like training or grinding or lifting weights or something. Isnt that your thing on show days?
Lexie: I have done that, now I was enjoying a salad until you showed up with the worst fortune ever.
She crosses her legs and dumps her tupperware in her handbag, getting herself a little sip of her tea.
Reece: Worst Fortune? Babe Don't talk to me about bad luck. Ive been getting robbed in NPP these days. It seems like everyone has it out for me. The Refs The wrestlers even that weird typewriter they call an owner. Point is… I have the worst fortune right now. You got it easy. All you have to do is look pretty. And they seem to be liking you for that. Its not talent based, I mean if so Why would they prefer you over me?
Lexie: Because I am going to ‘pretty’ much show everyone I'm a Champion level worker. I refocus on losses rather than blame the men and women in stripes. That's why, duh
Reece: You’re adorable.
Recce goes to graze the back of Lexie’s cheek with his hand when he remembers her reaction to his last touch and grabs the air.
Reece: Anyway. Did you pack something sexy?
Reece: Since Harper’s accompanying Eden to ringside, how’s about you squeeze yourself into something fine and be my arm candy tonight?
Lexie: I have a triple threat match.
Reece: Babe! Mine’s after yours, that little match of yours. So cute.You can do that little thing, come with me to the ring and when my talent shines through and I win, you can be first in line for a victory kiss.
Lexie visibly gags at the idea.
Lexie: Kiss me and it will be the last kiss you ever have. You can call it the kiss of death.
Reece: Catch you later then, Baby Mama. Have yourself a nice lunch.
Lexie: Oh it’s been ruined already.
Reece goes to pat her on the shoulder but she casually moves it out of his reach before heading off.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Jackie Lee vs Mason Roderick
Jackie Lee vs Mason Roderick
RECAP Jackie came down to the ring, smiles as always. The NPP crowd cheered for the fan favorite that has yet to catch a break. On the other hand, Mason had mixed reactions due to his actions last week, succumbing to his frustrations with Operative Beta and Mint Julep. From the bell, Mason seemed to have a bit more edge on the young rookie, though she definitely wasn't going to go out without a fight. Anytime she saw an opening, Jackie made sure to capitalize. After being beaten down for some time, and already drawing close to the end, Jackie caught a second wind, smashing Mason in the face with a headbutt. Mason stumbled back, holding his nose and leaning against the ropes for support. Jackie rose, raising her knee into Mason's gut and whipping him across the ring. He bounded back right into a spinning backfist that easily floored him. Jackie dropped to the ground and tried for a cover, but only got a two. When they get to their feet, Mason is a little irritated that he let his guard down and is instantly on Jackie with rights. He gives her a huge chop that sends her to the canvas, but she kips back up. Again, he lands another huge chop, and she kips up again. This time, he kicks her to the midsection, before dropping her with a spiked DDT. He takes a moment to collect himself, before helping Jackie to her feet, bringing her back down to the ring with a reverse neckbreaker. Mason hooks her leg. One...two...Kickout! Jackie forcefully kicks out, not ready to give up just yet. Mason helps her to her feet, and Jackie begins to fight back again. She gives him a right, and another right, before dropping down into a jawbreaker. It makes Mason fly backwards, hitting the corner. She gets to her feet, looking out at the NPP crowd, and then takes off running towards Mason, landing a dropkick right to her corner opponent. The crowd cheers for another of Jackie's turnarounds. She gets to her feet, again looking to the crowd, unable to contain her excitement. Mason begins to get to his feet, and Jackie moves to strike with the Quick Pitch (Bullhammer Elbow) but Mason brings her leg up, striking Jackie before she connects. Jackie doubles over, giving Mason time to kick up again, hitting an enziguiri, bringing Jackie to the mat again. Slowly, Mason walks over to the ropes, and ducks underneath them, standing on the apron. The NPP crowd knows what's coming next, so they start shouting for Jackie to watch out. Of course, she's focusing on getting to her feet right now, and finding out where her opponent is. Plus, she can't distinguish what the crowd is saying between the voices of everyone else. All of this combined sees her fall right into Mason's Broken Dreams (Phenomenal Forearm). Mason grabs her leg, hooking it. One...two...three! The bell rings and the referee raises Mason's hand as he stands. WINNER Mason Roderick METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:15 FINISHING MOVE Broken Dreams (Phenomenal Forearm) POST MATCH Mason asks for the microphone as his music continues to play. Addisyn reaches through the ropes and gives him hers, ever so helpful. He puts the mic to his lips. Mason: "I just wanted to say..." Suddenly, the lights go out. |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
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.
And we fade into somewhere in the backstage area of Portland, Oregon’s Crystal Ballroom, where we find a table. No, not just any table. The Table. A massive table, stretching from one end of the room to the other. The Table is covered in odds and ends, a truly strange assortment that includes the weapons you’d normally see in wrestling, kegs of beer, DVDs and blu-rays, kitchen appliances, furniture, and a number of other things placed in their own sections and inexplicably being sold at a pro wrestling show. Several people in uniforms featuring that stylized B are behind the sections of things at the table, waiting to sell.
THIS, is the Beyond Corporation Merch Table.
Do not ask how all of this was brought into the building. The answers will not be answers. Standing in front of the table is Operative Beta, hands clasped behind his back as he simply stares out, stony-faced as ever. There is no sight of the marketing and pro wrestling managing side of the duo for a moment, but her voice suddenly calls out from off-screen.
Mint Julep Ayano: HELLOOOOOOO NORTH PACIFIC PRO VIEWERS!
And from off-screen she leaps into frame, dressed like a circus host, a full Hugh Jackman in Greatest Showman look going on complete with top hat and cane that she can’t stop twirling around as she steps up to the center of the camera’s view. She does a quick spin, revealing the stylized B is embroided on the back of her red jacket, before throwing her arms out.
Mint Julep Ayano: And welcome to a night of firsts! Tonight is the first time we’ll take a look at what the Beyond Corporation has to sell you whether it be online or live at any North Pacific Pro show! But not just that, tonight is the first CELEBRATION SALE!
She throws her hands back again as the Beyond Corporation workers manning the tables all begin to clap, the only one not taking part being Operative Beta. Ironic, as she holds her cane back to indicate him.
Mint Julep Ayano: Last week, 0B got his first victory both in pro wrestling and NPP specifically, managing to beat Tiffany after she put an extremely difficult fight, but he did it!
She gleefully pumps both hands into the air, while the subject of all this doesn’t seem to really care either way.
Mint Julep Ayano: So, as announced on Twitter after that victory, this week everything sold by the Beyond Corporation is 40% off! And that is a truly staggering amount of things that’s on sale! You should all be thankful to Beta for his performance that allowed this, yes? If you’re in live attendance tonight all you have to do is buy something at the table, the 40% off is applied automatically! While if you’re shopping online just be sure to input the special promo code at checkout: “HolyShit0BDidItI’mSoProud”!
She claps her hands together again, clearly overjoyed to be able to talk about the success of her coworker. Or just because it means she can sell things. One of those.
Mint Julep Ayano: So let’s take a look at just some of the things you can get for 40% off!
She strolls over to the table, first picking up what is clearly a stop sign that has instead been covered in the “B” of the Beyond Corporation. She gives it a quick rap with her knuckles, a metallic sound coming from it.
Mint Julep Ayano: If you’re one of the wrestlers competing tonight, this would make a great weapon against whoever you’re currently not in a good friendship with, yes?
She also briefly hefts up a few more things in this section, including some steel chairs, a steel pipe (that Mint frowns at the sight of, given the unfortunate events of the first INFAMY), and even a pair of brass knuckles. She walks past it to a different section.
Mint Julep Ayano: Or how about this desk!
She grabs one of the drawers and slides it out, before reaching a hand in and pressing up, sliding open a hidden slot at the top of it.
Mint Julep Ayano: Every drawer of it has a hidden compartment! For your...legal and good things you need hidden.
She takes a deep breath and suddenly rattles off a series of words incredibly fast.
Mint Julep Ayano: TheBeyondCorporationisnotliableforanythingillegalhiddenusingitsdeskproductspleasedonotcontactuspolicedepartmentsandorprosecutors,thankyou.
A pause, and she lets out a few coughs before being able to move on.
Mint Julep Ayano: What else do you need? Brews for you and your bros? Get a keg or two of Beyond Beer! Want a chair that isn’t hard metal, we have lawn chairs! Actually why not set up a whole afterparty, because we have a Beyond Grill too, so the North Pacific Party doesn’t have to end once the show does! Spare tires, tire irons for tires or people, oil changes, there’s so much to find with the Beyond Brand on it! Actually, speaking of brews...
She faces the camera again, an even wider grin on her face as she clearly has something up her sleeve.
Mint Julep Ayano: Tonight’s show will feature the debut of one of the most exciting teamings in North Pacific so far, you know. Our North Pacific Champion LEGATO teaming with Page Killebrew to form the soon to be beloved KEGATO. And, well, a new team needs a great t-shirt to sell, yes? Well as far as I know, no one’s yet managed to leap onto that train, so I went ahead and had a little prototype made, to try and entice LEGATO and Page to give us the license. Let me show you all!
She reaches into her coat, pulling out a bundled up t-shirt. She unfurls it and proudly reveals the front of it. On the front is a large keg, a few blood drops staining it. Across the middle of it is the logo of this keg’s brewery, reading “KEGATO Breweries.”
Mint Julep Ayano: But that’s not all!
She then twists it around to now show the back of the shirt, where three words are written across the back.
“Memento Mori, Bro.”
She turns it a few more times, letting the camera get ample screentime of both sides of the shirt, before speaking again. She brings up one hand, thumb and pinky extended as she holds it to her ear in that universal sign for a phone.
Mint Julep Ayano: Truly a great shirt for what will be a great team, yes? So guys. If you both are interested in seeing this produced, call me and we can talk details!
A pause, as realization strikes.
Mint Julep Ayano: Or, well, not call me. I don’t know if anyone calls anyone anymore, and it’s not like I’m giving out my phone number...look, just DM me about it, ok!
She then looks thoughtful for a moment, looking back at Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...what would the hand sign for that be?
Beta doesn’t reply, obviously. After a moment of thought she presses the palm of one hand against the back of the other and slides it across her arm. She nods to herself.
Mint Julep Ayano: Yeah, that’d probably be it.
Another pause, as she slowly looks to the camera with a frown.
Mint Julep Ayano: You know what, please don’t do that. Just...just tweet me, yes?
And after an awkward moment she just spins again, tucking the shirt away as she does, ending with her facing the camera with a grin as she throws her hands back yet again.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s just a sampling of what we have tonight, so why not come and see for yourself! It’s a great night of NPP action ahead, even if 0B is unfortunately not booked tonight, but when a card is that stacked I can’t blame them! We will be watching the show with much enjoyment just as you all will, so please come by and say hello, and peruse the wares we have on offer. You never know when you’ll find that one item you didn’t know you needed, yes?
She clasps her hands together.
Mint Julep Ayano: So for me and Operative Beta, we wish everyone competing tonight all the luck in the world, and everyone watching the most enjoyment they can get! And everyone, be sure to...Go Beyond!
She flashes a grin to the camera while Beta stand steadfast behind her, as the camera starts to fade off. But as it does, a final title card appears on the screen for a few moments.
And after that, the video concludes.
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”
And we fade into somewhere in the backstage area of Portland, Oregon’s Crystal Ballroom, where we find a table. No, not just any table. The Table. A massive table, stretching from one end of the room to the other. The Table is covered in odds and ends, a truly strange assortment that includes the weapons you’d normally see in wrestling, kegs of beer, DVDs and blu-rays, kitchen appliances, furniture, and a number of other things placed in their own sections and inexplicably being sold at a pro wrestling show. Several people in uniforms featuring that stylized B are behind the sections of things at the table, waiting to sell.
THIS, is the Beyond Corporation Merch Table.
Do not ask how all of this was brought into the building. The answers will not be answers. Standing in front of the table is Operative Beta, hands clasped behind his back as he simply stares out, stony-faced as ever. There is no sight of the marketing and pro wrestling managing side of the duo for a moment, but her voice suddenly calls out from off-screen.
Mint Julep Ayano: HELLOOOOOOO NORTH PACIFIC PRO VIEWERS!
And from off-screen she leaps into frame, dressed like a circus host, a full Hugh Jackman in Greatest Showman look going on complete with top hat and cane that she can’t stop twirling around as she steps up to the center of the camera’s view. She does a quick spin, revealing the stylized B is embroided on the back of her red jacket, before throwing her arms out.
Mint Julep Ayano: And welcome to a night of firsts! Tonight is the first time we’ll take a look at what the Beyond Corporation has to sell you whether it be online or live at any North Pacific Pro show! But not just that, tonight is the first CELEBRATION SALE!
She throws her hands back again as the Beyond Corporation workers manning the tables all begin to clap, the only one not taking part being Operative Beta. Ironic, as she holds her cane back to indicate him.
Mint Julep Ayano: Last week, 0B got his first victory both in pro wrestling and NPP specifically, managing to beat Tiffany after she put an extremely difficult fight, but he did it!
She gleefully pumps both hands into the air, while the subject of all this doesn’t seem to really care either way.
Mint Julep Ayano: So, as announced on Twitter after that victory, this week everything sold by the Beyond Corporation is 40% off! And that is a truly staggering amount of things that’s on sale! You should all be thankful to Beta for his performance that allowed this, yes? If you’re in live attendance tonight all you have to do is buy something at the table, the 40% off is applied automatically! While if you’re shopping online just be sure to input the special promo code at checkout: “HolyShit0BDidItI’mSoProud”!
She claps her hands together again, clearly overjoyed to be able to talk about the success of her coworker. Or just because it means she can sell things. One of those.
Mint Julep Ayano: So let’s take a look at just some of the things you can get for 40% off!
She strolls over to the table, first picking up what is clearly a stop sign that has instead been covered in the “B” of the Beyond Corporation. She gives it a quick rap with her knuckles, a metallic sound coming from it.
Mint Julep Ayano: If you’re one of the wrestlers competing tonight, this would make a great weapon against whoever you’re currently not in a good friendship with, yes?
She also briefly hefts up a few more things in this section, including some steel chairs, a steel pipe (that Mint frowns at the sight of, given the unfortunate events of the first INFAMY), and even a pair of brass knuckles. She walks past it to a different section.
Mint Julep Ayano: Or how about this desk!
She grabs one of the drawers and slides it out, before reaching a hand in and pressing up, sliding open a hidden slot at the top of it.
Mint Julep Ayano: Every drawer of it has a hidden compartment! For your...legal and good things you need hidden.
She takes a deep breath and suddenly rattles off a series of words incredibly fast.
Mint Julep Ayano: TheBeyondCorporationisnotliableforanythingillegalhiddenusingitsdeskproductspleasedonotcontactuspolicedepartmentsandorprosecutors,thankyou.
A pause, and she lets out a few coughs before being able to move on.
Mint Julep Ayano: What else do you need? Brews for you and your bros? Get a keg or two of Beyond Beer! Want a chair that isn’t hard metal, we have lawn chairs! Actually why not set up a whole afterparty, because we have a Beyond Grill too, so the North Pacific Party doesn’t have to end once the show does! Spare tires, tire irons for tires or people, oil changes, there’s so much to find with the Beyond Brand on it! Actually, speaking of brews...
She faces the camera again, an even wider grin on her face as she clearly has something up her sleeve.
Mint Julep Ayano: Tonight’s show will feature the debut of one of the most exciting teamings in North Pacific so far, you know. Our North Pacific Champion LEGATO teaming with Page Killebrew to form the soon to be beloved KEGATO. And, well, a new team needs a great t-shirt to sell, yes? Well as far as I know, no one’s yet managed to leap onto that train, so I went ahead and had a little prototype made, to try and entice LEGATO and Page to give us the license. Let me show you all!
She reaches into her coat, pulling out a bundled up t-shirt. She unfurls it and proudly reveals the front of it. On the front is a large keg, a few blood drops staining it. Across the middle of it is the logo of this keg’s brewery, reading “KEGATO Breweries.”
Mint Julep Ayano: But that’s not all!
She then twists it around to now show the back of the shirt, where three words are written across the back.
“Memento Mori, Bro.”
She turns it a few more times, letting the camera get ample screentime of both sides of the shirt, before speaking again. She brings up one hand, thumb and pinky extended as she holds it to her ear in that universal sign for a phone.
Mint Julep Ayano: Truly a great shirt for what will be a great team, yes? So guys. If you both are interested in seeing this produced, call me and we can talk details!
A pause, as realization strikes.
Mint Julep Ayano: Or, well, not call me. I don’t know if anyone calls anyone anymore, and it’s not like I’m giving out my phone number...look, just DM me about it, ok!
She then looks thoughtful for a moment, looking back at Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...what would the hand sign for that be?
Beta doesn’t reply, obviously. After a moment of thought she presses the palm of one hand against the back of the other and slides it across her arm. She nods to herself.
Mint Julep Ayano: Yeah, that’d probably be it.
Another pause, as she slowly looks to the camera with a frown.
Mint Julep Ayano: You know what, please don’t do that. Just...just tweet me, yes?
And after an awkward moment she just spins again, tucking the shirt away as she does, ending with her facing the camera with a grin as she throws her hands back yet again.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s just a sampling of what we have tonight, so why not come and see for yourself! It’s a great night of NPP action ahead, even if 0B is unfortunately not booked tonight, but when a card is that stacked I can’t blame them! We will be watching the show with much enjoyment just as you all will, so please come by and say hello, and peruse the wares we have on offer. You never know when you’ll find that one item you didn’t know you needed, yes?
She clasps her hands together.
Mint Julep Ayano: So for me and Operative Beta, we wish everyone competing tonight all the luck in the world, and everyone watching the most enjoyment they can get! And everyone, be sure to...Go Beyond!
She flashes a grin to the camera while Beta stand steadfast behind her, as the camera starts to fade off. But as it does, a final title card appears on the screen for a few moments.
“The preceding was a paid advertisement by the Beyond Corporation.”
And after that, the video concludes.
INSIDE THE RING
The lights cut back on, and Mason is standing there, still with the microphone in hand. However, as anyone could expect, he seemed pretty damn irritated, somehow cut off by more shenanigans from the Beyond Corporation.
Instead of saying anything, he drops the microphone out of frustration, with a loud thud, and exits the ring.
Utterly speechless.
The lights cut back on, and Mason is standing there, still with the microphone in hand. However, as anyone could expect, he seemed pretty damn irritated, somehow cut off by more shenanigans from the Beyond Corporation.
Instead of saying anything, he drops the microphone out of frustration, with a loud thud, and exits the ring.
Utterly speechless.
MATCH TWO: TRIPLE THREAT
Caleb Summers vs Lexie vs Nico Rider
Caleb Summers vs Lexie vs Nico Rider
RECAP Instantly, Nico tries to separate and destroy. Not that Lexie and Caleb would be working together, but Nico doesn't want to take any chances it seems. He knocks Caleb down to the canvas with a closeline, before meeting Lexie with a closeline, as well. Caleb gets to his feet, just in time for Nico to run over and shoulder block him into the corner. Lexie gets to her feet, and Nico kicks her in the midsection. She doubles over, but is whipped across the ring. Lexie turns, and collides with Caleb, now with the pair of them in the corner. Nico runs and LEAPS! But Lexie rolls out of the way! She narrowly escapes the cornered splash that Nico brings down on Caleb. Summers falls to the floor, but Lexie is able to come up behind Nico, giving him a russian legsweep. She gets to her feet and hits the ropes, bounding back into a leaping legdrop to Nico. Caleb has slightly recovered from the cornered splash and is on his feet again. He does what any sane person would do and goes right for the only person standing, landing a hard uppercut to Lexie. She hits the canvas, but kips up a second later. Caleb kicks her in the midsection, lifting her up into a backbreaker that puts her on her back. He tries to capitalize but is met with right hands from Rider as he gets to his feet. Caleb battles back, but Nico overpowers him, spinning him around and leaping into the air, landing a bulldog. Caleb's face collides with the canvas and he's forced to flip over onto his back. Nico acts quick, moving over to Caleb's feet, and flipping him back over, into a boston crab. Nico reels back, applying extra pressure but Caleb won't give in. He shouts out, but still doesn't show signs of wanting to tap out. That's when the day is saved by Lexie, who lands a right hand to Nico once she's up again. Rider lets go of the boston crab and battles back against Lexie. She's able to take his arm, twisting it and using it as leverage. She throws him into a headlock, but only for a few moments, before she drops him down into a headlock driver. She uses the ropes to help her to her feet this time around. Of course, Caleb has also gotten to his feet, and doesn't plan on allowing Lexie to walk away from this one. He rushes forward into a running knee lift. At the last second, "Lucky" Lexie spots him, and pulls down HARD on the ropes. Caleb's leg gets caught up on the ropes. Lexie uses her legs to sweep Caleb off of his, and then lets go of the ropes, causing them to shoot back upwards, and for Caleb to tumble to the outside. On the other side of the ring, Nico has gotten up, and eyes the two, watching as Caleb tumbles down. Lexie looks to the outside as she gets to her feet, before slowly turning around. Nico lunges forward, going for a Kiss The Foot (Superkick)....but he trips? There seems to be something on the mat that causes Nico to trip a bit, and stumble. The crowd looks on, slightly confused. Nico gains his footing, looking back down at the mat but not seeing anything there. Strange - Lucky Lexie strikes again. Strike indeed, as she takes the moment to capitalize. She takes Nico down with a running jumping spike DDT just as he spins around the face her. His skull bounds off the mat and Lexie rises to her feet again. Just as Nico is sitting up, Lexie gives him a mighty Dream Kick (roundhouse to the back of the head of a seated opponent). The impact echoes throughout the Crystal Ballroom, as Lexie lays across Nico for the pin. One...two...three! WINNER Lexie METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:54 FINISHING MOVE Dream Kick (Roundhouse to the back of the head of a seated opponent) |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to find Eden Connors walking down a hallway. She smiled and turned to see Laurie Renard, North Pacific Pro’s oficial backstage interviewer, sitting on an equipment case with a lollipop in her mouth kicking her legs before she jumps down and smiles.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Hey girl! How are you doing?
Eden seemed as cheery as always looking at one of the newest employees of the company. Laurie gave her a smile back, putting the lolly out of her mouth.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
You know, the usual, having to “do my job”. Speaking of which…..
Laurie points at the camera and smiles pulling up a microphone
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
Your last match. You were impressive, winning your tag match but I want to ask about your win over Bianca...how did that feel? Because the NPP fan base seems to be all into that.
There was a small pause where Eden couldn’t hide her grin. Or better said, didn’t want to.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Don’t get me wrong but that was probably the best feeling I had so far when it comes to wrestling. I know we should all look at this professional -- but how can I possibly do that? Ever since The #PettyCommittee signed with NPP they tried to belittle us. Calling us basic and having a weird interest in me. All they are really able to do is shake their skinny asses and call everyone else ugly. If they ever made it to Scotland they would probably be stoned. Not because we are racist against dumb barbies, but we are not so fond on idiots. So to answer your question, it felt amazing. I look forward to do it again, while I hope NPP’s staff hands out disinfection.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
Well you teamed with Harper, you guys seemed to really function in the ring but how did it actually feel to you personally?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
You know we had several tryouts together. Seeing if there was this natural flow and the perfect sync. I warned Caleb and Mason. I told them that their downfall was underestimating us. Looking down at us. We are a team. Not just two people being thrown together for the sake of it. It was an amazing feeling, Laurie. Our first time performing together in front of a real crowd. I will not lie though, we both were nervous. We even made jokes about it before the show. Like forgetting how tagging works and stuff like that. I hope people finally understand despite us being the nice girls, we mean business. We are not fooling around. We are not here to downgrade anyone. But we will not back down from any challenge.
Eden laughed once more taking Laurie’s lolly out of her hand. There was zero hesitation when she put it in her own mouth. The interviewer didn’t seem bothered in the slightest and just grabbed a new one out of her pocket.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
Well what about your next match with Reece Killswitch?. He recently made disrespectful comments about you and about deserving better. How do you feel about him and those comments?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
It is hard to answer that with a straight face. You could call Reece the luckless competitor. And I would probably feel sympathy for him if he was a tad bit brighter. He thinks because he is the product of two wrestlers that makes him royalty. Hence he fits so well with the so called pretty girls. They are all three so empty that it should break your heart. He came here thinking that he was hot shit, just to realise -- he is only shit. Not that he is trying very hard to win matches. He rather stalks around backstage and makes a move on every female he finds there. I would applaud him for his half hearted attempts to make me look bad on twitter, but what for? I have been doing a great job in NPP. I didn’t let myself, Harper or any of the fans down. And once Reece can get his head out of his arse, maybe we can have a good match. But since that is very doubtful, I will just make good on my promise. Expose him for what he is. Pointless.
Laurie tries not to laugh and keep a straight face.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
When you go up against the Petty...ahem..Pretty Committee will Team KICKIT be ready?
The young interviewer covered her mouth while giggling. Obviously a result of her unprofessional phobar with the name. Eden winked at her putting the lolly out of her mouth, acting as if she was thinking hard.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
I tell you girl, I was born ready. Especially since Malibu Stacy and her lapdog tried to make it their mission to spit on the hard working roster. The main problem is, their insults have no substance. My three year old niece could come up with something more interesting, but to each their own. This troll, yours truly, and her partner will make sure the Petty Committee will see their surgeon a lot more often. God knows that person must have made millions with them already. They wanna be wrestlers, but then again they don’t. Sending mixed signals if you ask me. On the other hand who knows if they survive tonight? They fight off against the North Pacific Pro champion and his new buddy. Is Legato known for fooling around? Absolutely not. Is Page a silly butt? For sure. But he has a switch that he pushes when standing inside a wrestling ring. Are we ready, you ask? Are we willing to put it all on the line? You can bet on it.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
That’s being ready for matches, but what about the fans?. They seem invested in you and I have to ask what does it mean to you to have their support and what if anything do you want them to know?
The Scottish girl was actually blushing.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
You hit me right in the feels, babbling lady. What the most seem to forget is that I have been touring the world for the past years. Sure I was only part of small companies, but I always gave it my best. Hence some people follow me from that time. I might not have the fanbase of Tiffany or Lara Chambers, but I know they are there. Last show my shirt was sold out quickly and it is hard to deny the feeling that gives you. I am proud. But not arrogant or a pest. I know that I am working hard to give the fans a great show -- and they reward me. And isn’t this exactly what wrestling is about? Sure we fight for a living, but we live to thrill the crowd. I will always give 110% for them but also myself. I might not always be the glorious winner, but I won’t have anything to regret. So folks, stay tuned. Cause this Bonbon is going to explode, leaving you impressed.
With that the scene faded to black.
We cut backstage to find Eden Connors walking down a hallway. She smiled and turned to see Laurie Renard, North Pacific Pro’s oficial backstage interviewer, sitting on an equipment case with a lollipop in her mouth kicking her legs before she jumps down and smiles.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Hey girl! How are you doing?
Eden seemed as cheery as always looking at one of the newest employees of the company. Laurie gave her a smile back, putting the lolly out of her mouth.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
You know, the usual, having to “do my job”. Speaking of which…..
Laurie points at the camera and smiles pulling up a microphone
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
Your last match. You were impressive, winning your tag match but I want to ask about your win over Bianca...how did that feel? Because the NPP fan base seems to be all into that.
There was a small pause where Eden couldn’t hide her grin. Or better said, didn’t want to.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Don’t get me wrong but that was probably the best feeling I had so far when it comes to wrestling. I know we should all look at this professional -- but how can I possibly do that? Ever since The #PettyCommittee signed with NPP they tried to belittle us. Calling us basic and having a weird interest in me. All they are really able to do is shake their skinny asses and call everyone else ugly. If they ever made it to Scotland they would probably be stoned. Not because we are racist against dumb barbies, but we are not so fond on idiots. So to answer your question, it felt amazing. I look forward to do it again, while I hope NPP’s staff hands out disinfection.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
Well you teamed with Harper, you guys seemed to really function in the ring but how did it actually feel to you personally?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
You know we had several tryouts together. Seeing if there was this natural flow and the perfect sync. I warned Caleb and Mason. I told them that their downfall was underestimating us. Looking down at us. We are a team. Not just two people being thrown together for the sake of it. It was an amazing feeling, Laurie. Our first time performing together in front of a real crowd. I will not lie though, we both were nervous. We even made jokes about it before the show. Like forgetting how tagging works and stuff like that. I hope people finally understand despite us being the nice girls, we mean business. We are not fooling around. We are not here to downgrade anyone. But we will not back down from any challenge.
Eden laughed once more taking Laurie’s lolly out of her hand. There was zero hesitation when she put it in her own mouth. The interviewer didn’t seem bothered in the slightest and just grabbed a new one out of her pocket.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
Well what about your next match with Reece Killswitch?. He recently made disrespectful comments about you and about deserving better. How do you feel about him and those comments?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
It is hard to answer that with a straight face. You could call Reece the luckless competitor. And I would probably feel sympathy for him if he was a tad bit brighter. He thinks because he is the product of two wrestlers that makes him royalty. Hence he fits so well with the so called pretty girls. They are all three so empty that it should break your heart. He came here thinking that he was hot shit, just to realise -- he is only shit. Not that he is trying very hard to win matches. He rather stalks around backstage and makes a move on every female he finds there. I would applaud him for his half hearted attempts to make me look bad on twitter, but what for? I have been doing a great job in NPP. I didn’t let myself, Harper or any of the fans down. And once Reece can get his head out of his arse, maybe we can have a good match. But since that is very doubtful, I will just make good on my promise. Expose him for what he is. Pointless.
Laurie tries not to laugh and keep a straight face.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
When you go up against the Petty...ahem..Pretty Committee will Team KICKIT be ready?
The young interviewer covered her mouth while giggling. Obviously a result of her unprofessional phobar with the name. Eden winked at her putting the lolly out of her mouth, acting as if she was thinking hard.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
I tell you girl, I was born ready. Especially since Malibu Stacy and her lapdog tried to make it their mission to spit on the hard working roster. The main problem is, their insults have no substance. My three year old niece could come up with something more interesting, but to each their own. This troll, yours truly, and her partner will make sure the Petty Committee will see their surgeon a lot more often. God knows that person must have made millions with them already. They wanna be wrestlers, but then again they don’t. Sending mixed signals if you ask me. On the other hand who knows if they survive tonight? They fight off against the North Pacific Pro champion and his new buddy. Is Legato known for fooling around? Absolutely not. Is Page a silly butt? For sure. But he has a switch that he pushes when standing inside a wrestling ring. Are we ready, you ask? Are we willing to put it all on the line? You can bet on it.
Laurie Renard ︳The VOICE OF NPP
That’s being ready for matches, but what about the fans?. They seem invested in you and I have to ask what does it mean to you to have their support and what if anything do you want them to know?
The Scottish girl was actually blushing.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
You hit me right in the feels, babbling lady. What the most seem to forget is that I have been touring the world for the past years. Sure I was only part of small companies, but I always gave it my best. Hence some people follow me from that time. I might not have the fanbase of Tiffany or Lara Chambers, but I know they are there. Last show my shirt was sold out quickly and it is hard to deny the feeling that gives you. I am proud. But not arrogant or a pest. I know that I am working hard to give the fans a great show -- and they reward me. And isn’t this exactly what wrestling is about? Sure we fight for a living, but we live to thrill the crowd. I will always give 110% for them but also myself. I might not always be the glorious winner, but I won’t have anything to regret. So folks, stay tuned. Cause this Bonbon is going to explode, leaving you impressed.
With that the scene faded to black.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Steven Kingsley vs Tiffany
Steven Kingsley vs Tiffany
RECAP Despite coming up short in her debut match last week, Tiffany is all smiles. Steven has been back and forth, but has fire in his eyes to turn the tide. They go in for a tie up, which Steven uses his strength to get the better of her. She shifts behind her, but Tiffany rolls away to the other side of the ring. She stares him down as Steven moves forward, a bit more confidently after the former display. They tie up yet again, this time Tiffany isn't going to play the strength game. She shifts to the side, throwing in a hip toss. Kingsley flips over, but manages to spin a little quicker and land upon his feet. He stumbles for a moment, and Tiffany tries to catch him off guard with a spinning kick. Kingsley hits the ground, ducking out of the way. He grabs Tiffany, sending her towards the ropes. She bounds back, right into an arm drag takedown from Steven. Tiffany hits the mat, but continues rolling to her feet. Again, they stand apart from each other, this time with Tiffany a little disappointed she hasn't landed a glancing blow just yet. Neither has Steven, though he seems to be a bit closer. This time Kingsley rushes her, catching her around the middle and hitting a perfect belly-to-belly suplex on her. Tiffany kips up, fighting against the pain, but falls right into Kingsley. He slings her arm over his shoulder and gives her a quick snap suplex. It looks like he's catching his flow here. However, this time as Tiffany is getting to her feet, he stalks her from behind. He reaches forward, looking in the Debeautification (Full Nelson). Luckily she sees him coming and Steven isn't able to lock her in completely. She struggles to break free. Kingsley feels himself slipping, Tiffany is breaking free, so he gives her a full nelson suplex instead. Tiffany stays on the ground this time, near the ropes, and she uses them to help her to her feet. Steven comes for her again, but Tiffany reaches forward and catches him with an elbow to the face! He staggers back, and turns around out of a two second vertigo. He holds a hand to his mouth, checking to see if she drew blood. It hasn't. He looks out to the crowd, smirking. He's about to turn back around when Tiffany uses the ropes again, this time springboarding off into a springboard bulldog! Steven's face hits the mat hard, and Tiffany reacts almost instantly, flipping him over and laying across him. Unfortunately for her, she only gets a two count, with Kingsley kicking out right after the two. The pair of them get to their feet and trade a few blows. Kingsley over-extends with a lariat, which Tiffany is able to duck under. Ending up on the opposite side, she brings him down with a reverse DDT. She gets to her feet, standing above him and hitting a standing moonsault, trying to hook the leg but again only getting a two count. She's not going to stop trying though and again gets to her feet. This time she helps Steven to his as well, giving him a few right hands. She goes to whip him across the ring but he counters, holding onto her hand and bringing her back towards him. He knees her in the gut as she runs back. Kingsley scoops her up, lifting onto one shoulder, before running forward and powerslaming her into the nearby corner. He keeps hold of her, driving her into the corner again, before the mat. He pins. One...two...kickout! He's a little mad, pounding the mat, but reluctantly gets to his feet. He helps Tiffany up, giving a few right hands, before she gives one back, followed by an enzugiri! Near the turnbuckle still, she slowly climbs to the top rope! Tiffany leaps into the Florida Turnpike (Split-Legged Moonsault)...but Kingsley rolls out of the way at the last second! Tiffany collides with the canvas hard! Steven rolls to his feet, as Tiffany tries to get up as fast as she possibly can. It's clear she's hurt, and is only trying to get to her feet out of defense. Steven takes this moment to rush in, picking her up onto his shoulders and giving her the Fatal Flaw (Gourdbuster into Punt Kick to Chest). He drops to the floor and hooks her leg for the three count. WINNER Steven Kingsley METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:45 FINISHING MOVE Fatal Flaw (Gourdbuster into Punt Kick to Chest) |
BACKSTAGE
Normally, coming off a loss, Sophia Pike...isn’t in the best mood--and, true to form, she’s not exactly in the best mood, but she’s far from her usual, scowling demeanor following a loss. In fact, the biggest thing on her mind seems to be the fact that she’s in Portland, judging by the disdain with which she looks around the building--the camera unable to find anyone or anything she might be looking at, so it may very well just be the air itself. As with NPP’s previous visit to the city, the fans do not react well to the Emerald City Siren’s appearance on the screen in the arena, least of all because of the Seattle Sounders jersey she has on...although, Sophia seems to quite enjoy irritating the Portland fans.
Sophia Pike: It says a lot when the number one contender, and the guy who can’t stop telling everyone how much they “don’t want things as much as he does,” know better than to try to actually pin me...it says a lot when two people who are, supposedly, two of NPP’s best know better than to even waste their time actually trying to beat me--the “best this company has to offer,” and they knew better than to think they were going to be able to actually beat me.
Sophia Pike: They know LEGATO got lucky, and stole one over me...and they know they wouldn’t get that lucky, so they did the smart thing, and kept trying to beat each other. Eventually, it worked...I wish I could say I’m surprised that the guy who can’t stop telling everyone how much “hungrier” he is than the rest of us tanked it, but...I’m not--and by the way, you should probably do even the tiniest bit of research on who you’re sharing a locker room with, Rhett, if you’re going to keep making that kind of claim...or I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you and your career when I inevitably prove you wrong.
Sophia chuckles a little bit as, for a second, she trails off, a little smirk rising to her face as if she were imagining that particular scenario--but then, the arrogance gives way to anger, as reality sets back in for the $50,000 Woman.
Sophia Pike: But whether I got pinned or not...fact remains, it goes down as a loss. Which means, in 4 matches...I’m 2-2. Average...run of the mill...mediocre. And I am nothing...even close to mediocre. That fact...that fact, that I’m not standing here with the NPP Championship, that I’m not standing here with the title I should’ve won...the fact that I’m standing here, staying afloat at .500, when everyone who’s stepped into that ring with me knows they’re lucky to have survived?
Sophia Pike: Heh...that ends, now. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been in this business ten years and racked up World Championship after World Championship, or if you’re one of these young-blood rookies coming in, ten days worth of experience and thinking a bit of practiced swagger is all you need to compete with the best motherfucking wrestler on the planet...every single one of you learns, starting right...fucking...now.
Sophia Pike: And it almost...almost makes me feel bad for this poor shmuck, Xander Jones. I won’t pretend to know a whole lot about this kid...I don’t know his background, I don’t know who trained him, nor do I particularly care--what I do know? Is that he’s stepping into my ring to make his debut for this company...and boy, what a fucking disappointing debut that’s gonna be.
Sophia Pike: Xander...let me ask you a question. Do you even know the mistake you’re making, taking this match? Do you even know the mistake you’re making, coming down to that ring, my ring...and actually facing off with the finest technical wrestler on the planet? Do you know the mistake you’re making? Or are you the kind of person who thinks you’re the one-in-a-million that might be able to make their name at Sophia Pike’s expense?
Sophia scoffs, shaking her head slowly.
Sophia Pike: The smart thing...would be to back out while you still have a chance. Turn and run, look for an easier match next week--maybe line yourself up against, say, one of the 7 people on this roster with a grand total of 6 matches under their belts, collectively. Back out, save your pride, your health, and your career’s prospects...
Sophia Pike: Or...you can be an idiot, head down that ramp...and I’ll clue you in to the kind of night you’re in for...
Sophia Pike: First thing’s first--I’m going to slap you in the mouth. It’s going to happen, you might as well prepare for it. I’m going to slap you for even beginning to think you belong in that ring with me. I’m going to slap you for thinking you stand even a fraction of a chance in this match, and I’m going to slap you for disrespecting me by making me take time out of my evening to teach you what the fuck I’m about. I’m going to make you worry your teeth come loose, I’m going to leave your ears ringing for days, I’m going to make you wonder why the fuck you got into this sport...
Sophia Pike: Then...I’m going to drop you on your head. Over...and over...and over. I’m going to introduce you to every street corner of Suplex City, you’re going to learn a million things that you didn’t even know were possible before you stepped into the ring with me...and every single one of them is going to hurt, I’m going to leave a dent...in the ring, the shape of your skull, by the time I’m finished...
Sophia Pike: Then...I’m going to twist you into a pretzel. I’m going to stretch out every joint you have, you’ll grow a few inches by the time I’m finished with you...I’m going to wrench that neck so bad you have a permanent tilt, I’m going to stretch those shoulders under you can’t lift your arms, I’m going to pop those elbows and snap those fingers. I’m going to bend your knees backwards, I’m going to twist your ankles til they swell like grapefruits, I’m going to listen...as every little, bitty part of you I get a hold of, goes snap...crackle...pop...
Sophia’s smirk morphs into a sadistic smile, her eyes squinting a little bit as she stares into the camera.
Sophia Pike: And I’m going to watch those eyes as the fear sets in of what I could really do to you...I’m going to watch that fear set in as you realize just who in the fuck I am, and what the fuck I could do to your career...
Sophia Pike: And when I’m happy...with the suffering you’ve gone through? When I’m happy that you’ve learned your lesson, and you know better...than to take a fight with me again? I’m going to latch onto that arm...and I’m going to RIP IT OFF YOUR BODY!
Sophia takes a sharp breath inward, before starting to cackle to herself for...more than a couple seconds, eyes fixed squarely in the middle of the camera.
Sophia Pike: And you’re going to learn...the same truth that everyone else in this company will learn...
Sophia Pike: In the end? Sophia Wins.
Sophia Pike: And the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...tap!
The anger in the Queen of King County’s smile hasn’t faded--even as she steps back from the camera, the shot focusing on her for a second or two longer before cutting back to ringside.
Normally, coming off a loss, Sophia Pike...isn’t in the best mood--and, true to form, she’s not exactly in the best mood, but she’s far from her usual, scowling demeanor following a loss. In fact, the biggest thing on her mind seems to be the fact that she’s in Portland, judging by the disdain with which she looks around the building--the camera unable to find anyone or anything she might be looking at, so it may very well just be the air itself. As with NPP’s previous visit to the city, the fans do not react well to the Emerald City Siren’s appearance on the screen in the arena, least of all because of the Seattle Sounders jersey she has on...although, Sophia seems to quite enjoy irritating the Portland fans.
Sophia Pike: It says a lot when the number one contender, and the guy who can’t stop telling everyone how much they “don’t want things as much as he does,” know better than to try to actually pin me...it says a lot when two people who are, supposedly, two of NPP’s best know better than to even waste their time actually trying to beat me--the “best this company has to offer,” and they knew better than to think they were going to be able to actually beat me.
Sophia Pike: They know LEGATO got lucky, and stole one over me...and they know they wouldn’t get that lucky, so they did the smart thing, and kept trying to beat each other. Eventually, it worked...I wish I could say I’m surprised that the guy who can’t stop telling everyone how much “hungrier” he is than the rest of us tanked it, but...I’m not--and by the way, you should probably do even the tiniest bit of research on who you’re sharing a locker room with, Rhett, if you’re going to keep making that kind of claim...or I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you and your career when I inevitably prove you wrong.
Sophia chuckles a little bit as, for a second, she trails off, a little smirk rising to her face as if she were imagining that particular scenario--but then, the arrogance gives way to anger, as reality sets back in for the $50,000 Woman.
Sophia Pike: But whether I got pinned or not...fact remains, it goes down as a loss. Which means, in 4 matches...I’m 2-2. Average...run of the mill...mediocre. And I am nothing...even close to mediocre. That fact...that fact, that I’m not standing here with the NPP Championship, that I’m not standing here with the title I should’ve won...the fact that I’m standing here, staying afloat at .500, when everyone who’s stepped into that ring with me knows they’re lucky to have survived?
Sophia Pike: Heh...that ends, now. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been in this business ten years and racked up World Championship after World Championship, or if you’re one of these young-blood rookies coming in, ten days worth of experience and thinking a bit of practiced swagger is all you need to compete with the best motherfucking wrestler on the planet...every single one of you learns, starting right...fucking...now.
Sophia Pike: And it almost...almost makes me feel bad for this poor shmuck, Xander Jones. I won’t pretend to know a whole lot about this kid...I don’t know his background, I don’t know who trained him, nor do I particularly care--what I do know? Is that he’s stepping into my ring to make his debut for this company...and boy, what a fucking disappointing debut that’s gonna be.
Sophia Pike: Xander...let me ask you a question. Do you even know the mistake you’re making, taking this match? Do you even know the mistake you’re making, coming down to that ring, my ring...and actually facing off with the finest technical wrestler on the planet? Do you know the mistake you’re making? Or are you the kind of person who thinks you’re the one-in-a-million that might be able to make their name at Sophia Pike’s expense?
Sophia scoffs, shaking her head slowly.
Sophia Pike: The smart thing...would be to back out while you still have a chance. Turn and run, look for an easier match next week--maybe line yourself up against, say, one of the 7 people on this roster with a grand total of 6 matches under their belts, collectively. Back out, save your pride, your health, and your career’s prospects...
Sophia Pike: Or...you can be an idiot, head down that ramp...and I’ll clue you in to the kind of night you’re in for...
Sophia Pike: First thing’s first--I’m going to slap you in the mouth. It’s going to happen, you might as well prepare for it. I’m going to slap you for even beginning to think you belong in that ring with me. I’m going to slap you for thinking you stand even a fraction of a chance in this match, and I’m going to slap you for disrespecting me by making me take time out of my evening to teach you what the fuck I’m about. I’m going to make you worry your teeth come loose, I’m going to leave your ears ringing for days, I’m going to make you wonder why the fuck you got into this sport...
Sophia Pike: Then...I’m going to drop you on your head. Over...and over...and over. I’m going to introduce you to every street corner of Suplex City, you’re going to learn a million things that you didn’t even know were possible before you stepped into the ring with me...and every single one of them is going to hurt, I’m going to leave a dent...in the ring, the shape of your skull, by the time I’m finished...
Sophia Pike: Then...I’m going to twist you into a pretzel. I’m going to stretch out every joint you have, you’ll grow a few inches by the time I’m finished with you...I’m going to wrench that neck so bad you have a permanent tilt, I’m going to stretch those shoulders under you can’t lift your arms, I’m going to pop those elbows and snap those fingers. I’m going to bend your knees backwards, I’m going to twist your ankles til they swell like grapefruits, I’m going to listen...as every little, bitty part of you I get a hold of, goes snap...crackle...pop...
Sophia’s smirk morphs into a sadistic smile, her eyes squinting a little bit as she stares into the camera.
Sophia Pike: And I’m going to watch those eyes as the fear sets in of what I could really do to you...I’m going to watch that fear set in as you realize just who in the fuck I am, and what the fuck I could do to your career...
Sophia Pike: And when I’m happy...with the suffering you’ve gone through? When I’m happy that you’ve learned your lesson, and you know better...than to take a fight with me again? I’m going to latch onto that arm...and I’m going to RIP IT OFF YOUR BODY!
Sophia takes a sharp breath inward, before starting to cackle to herself for...more than a couple seconds, eyes fixed squarely in the middle of the camera.
Sophia Pike: And you’re going to learn...the same truth that everyone else in this company will learn...
Sophia Pike: In the end? Sophia Wins.
Sophia Pike: And the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...tap!
The anger in the Queen of King County’s smile hasn’t faded--even as she steps back from the camera, the shot focusing on her for a second or two longer before cutting back to ringside.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Eden Connors w/ Harper McKay vs Reece Killswitch
Eden Connors w/ Harper McKay vs Reece Killswitch
RECAP As the match starts, Eden is clearly ready to go. The bell rings and she immediately jumps all over Reece with a number of right hands and forearms. He's not ready for it, having to put his arms up and block. Every so often he'll yell out for Eden to stop, but she doesn't seem like she's going to want to stop anytime soon. Reece has to push her back against the ropes, using his arms as a shield, before he begins to land a few right hands of his own. Eden elbows him out of the way, and he staggers backwards. For good measure, he continues walking away, all the way to the opposite side of the ring, in fact. Eden rushes forward, and as Reece is turning around, she hits him square in the chest with a missile dropkick that takes Reece off his feet. He kips up rather quickly, though surprised. Eden rushes forward again and leaps forward, wrapping her legs around his neck and taking him down with a hurricanranna. Reece gets to his feet and Eden is on him like white on rice again. She delivers right hand after right hand, until Reece sees a flaw. He strikes in between punches, hitting away her arm with one hand, and then raking her eyes with the other. The audience boos and Eden screams, walking towards the other side of the ring. The referee steps in, shouting at Reece and he shrugs, stating it was an obvious accident. Though he looks to the crowd with a sheepish grin. The referee gives them a go ahead. That's when Reece rushes forward and jumps into a crossbody, hooking Eden and trying to pull her tights. Still, he's only able to get a two count. They both roll to their feet, and Eden points to Reece, telling him to knock off the tricks. As they inch forward, he suddenly lunges forward and catches her off guard with a headbutt. She turns around and he grasps her around the waist. He goes to lift her up but she counters, rolling underneath his feet and into a small package, pinning him. She gets a two count, with Reece breaking out of the package. This time it's Reece who points to Eden, and she shrugs. The audience laughs a little as Reece yells at the referee to watch Eden for unfair tactics. This gives Eden time to rush him, fighting Reece into the corner. She jumps up, and leans back, giving him a monkey flip across the ring. Reece gets to his feet, arching his back, and is grabbed from behind. Eden capitalizes on his slight injury, catching him with a double knee backbreaker. She goes for another pin, but he powers out. They get to their feet, Eden grabbing him around the head. Eden lifts up her knee, connecting with his skull. She brings a second knee up, connecting again. She goes for a third but Reece blocks it, sweeping her second leg out from under her. She falls but gets back up quickly, only for Reece to bring her back down with a hard piledriver in the middle of the ring! Reece goes for the turnbuckle, climbing up, ready to leap...but Eden is getting up! Reece looks down at Eden, and makes a frustrated face that the crowd easily catches on. She's moving to soon, and it's definitely messing with Reece's plan. Oh no! Without anyone realizing, the Pretty Committee have made their way down to the ring, holding two glass mirrors. The first sight of them is Bianca Davis coming from behind and breaking it across Harper McKay's head! Harper collides with the ring apron and falls to the ground. The sound causes the referee to look over, who then begins to yell at Bianca. He points at her, furious. Of course, there's still another member of the Pretty Committee. Veronica slides into the ring with a mirror of her own, and breaks her own on the back of Eden's head! Eden falls back to the canvas, face first. Taylor quickly flips her over onto her back, before sliding out of the ring. Still up on the top rope, Reece is loving every bit of this interference on his behalf. Now that Eden is on the mat, Reece leaps into the air and nails her with a Drop It Like It's Hot (Flying elbow drop, with secretly weighted elbow pads). He immediately hooks the leg on impact, and the referee turns back around, dropping to the mat. One...two...three! WINNER Reece Killswitch METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:56 FINISHING MOVE Drop It Like It's Hot (Flying Elbow with secretly weighted elbow pads) |
BACKSTAGE
Tajnia Mustafi bounces from foot-to-foot backstage, exhaling a deep breath and shaking out the nerves. Her long, dark hair is pulled into a ponytail, while she wears a simple gray tee and a pair of black leggings and tennis shoes. Her wrists are wrapped up in athletic tape, and an arm is extended across her chest, stretching her lean, limber body. She rolls her neck and drops her arm, before giving her shoulders a roll as well.
Laurie Renard: Excuse me, Tajnia?
The Welsh woman turns to Laurie with a soft smile and a nod of the head.
Laurie Renard: First of all, congratulations on your win against Caim McCallaghan last week in the Knitting Factory!
Tajnia smiles, pleased. Rocking from side-to-side with a sweet smile on her face.
Laurie Renard: Was that a big moment for you considering your apprehension in facing Caim on the first episode of Infamy?
Tajnia Mustafi: First and foremost? Thank you so much! I appreciate it greatly. But, something that you should know about me and my mindset is that every victory is a big moment for me, Laurie. I live in the moment. The here, and the now. That's not to say there was a moment where Caim didn't rattle me to my core. Our first encounter was absolutely his turf and his playing field and I'd never felt so outclassed and outmatched. Getting the opportunity to test my mettle against Caim was absolutely huge and I'm so pleased to have come out on the proper side of the match.
Laurie Renard: Even with the transgressions which took place that led to that victory?
Her full lips fell to a small frown. In the moment, she'd been thrilled. It was almost like a sense of tunnel vision had taken over her and Croy's involvement was as if it had happened to someone else and she was a spectator to the events of her own life. Burying a demon that had left her shaken took center stage to that moment. Mustafi's shoulders slumped, a little shake of the head following.
Tajnia Mustafi: I can't answer why Mr. Calhoun took the actions he chose to take. I couldn't even begin to reason what was going through his mind. For me? It was a matter of showing myself that I could beat Caim. A little piece of me is a bit upset that there's always going to be that doubt now when people look back. But no one knows if that match had been allowed to go on if I would've have claimed his arms in the Venus de Milo or not. I like to think I would... and I know if the opportunity ever arises again, that that's exactly what will need to happen to lay those doubts to rest.
Laurie Renard: Well, you know, Caim has his hands full tonight with Kurt Newman in the main event...
Mustafi nodded her head in agreement.
Laurie Renard: And you have your own hands full with Rhett Adelson. Do you have any strategy for going into that match with him?
She contemplated her words for a moment, before her arms folded underneath her chest a bit.
Tajnia Mustafi: There's a shamefully proud part of me that wonders what could have been if I were more bold... if I were more boisterous? If I took less pride in my ability to keep my nose clean. I have goals, Miss Laurie. Ambitions and dreams, and that main event spot is so... tempting. I feel as if I've only just begun to scratch the surface and show North Pacific Pro just what I'm capable of, you know? I've had to roll my sleeves up and make peace with the fact that I'm not going to be in that headlining bout this evening. Though, Rhett and I? I have no doubts we will put on a match that will put any match on this card against stiff competition for the match of the night superlative! He's young and eager, but he understands what it means to be selfless and give all of yourself to the crowd and to make their ticket and their viewership feel like it was worth the cost.
Laurie Renard: There's a good deal of respect between yourself and Rhett, it seems.
Tajnia Mustafi: You're correct. It hasn't been lost on me that Rhett was one of the first contracts signed to this company. Obviously there's potential there and as he grows, he's only going to soak up more knowledge and more experience and he's only going to get better. I'm humbled to be part of that journey! I'm absolutely pleased that we get to go out there and show the world what we can do! We get to show what making the most out of each and every opportunity, no matter how grandiose or modest that opportunity may be. Tonight, Rhett and I are not in the main event of this program... but any match that follows ours is gonna have a helluva lot to compete with!
Tajnia smiled proudly, excusing herself with a nod of the head in Laurie's direction upon the arrival of Steven Kingsley. She takes hold of the arm of Portland's Pro and begins to make conversation with him just out of range of the camera's microphone while Laurie signs off.
Tajnia Mustafi bounces from foot-to-foot backstage, exhaling a deep breath and shaking out the nerves. Her long, dark hair is pulled into a ponytail, while she wears a simple gray tee and a pair of black leggings and tennis shoes. Her wrists are wrapped up in athletic tape, and an arm is extended across her chest, stretching her lean, limber body. She rolls her neck and drops her arm, before giving her shoulders a roll as well.
Laurie Renard: Excuse me, Tajnia?
The Welsh woman turns to Laurie with a soft smile and a nod of the head.
Laurie Renard: First of all, congratulations on your win against Caim McCallaghan last week in the Knitting Factory!
Tajnia smiles, pleased. Rocking from side-to-side with a sweet smile on her face.
Laurie Renard: Was that a big moment for you considering your apprehension in facing Caim on the first episode of Infamy?
Tajnia Mustafi: First and foremost? Thank you so much! I appreciate it greatly. But, something that you should know about me and my mindset is that every victory is a big moment for me, Laurie. I live in the moment. The here, and the now. That's not to say there was a moment where Caim didn't rattle me to my core. Our first encounter was absolutely his turf and his playing field and I'd never felt so outclassed and outmatched. Getting the opportunity to test my mettle against Caim was absolutely huge and I'm so pleased to have come out on the proper side of the match.
Laurie Renard: Even with the transgressions which took place that led to that victory?
Her full lips fell to a small frown. In the moment, she'd been thrilled. It was almost like a sense of tunnel vision had taken over her and Croy's involvement was as if it had happened to someone else and she was a spectator to the events of her own life. Burying a demon that had left her shaken took center stage to that moment. Mustafi's shoulders slumped, a little shake of the head following.
Tajnia Mustafi: I can't answer why Mr. Calhoun took the actions he chose to take. I couldn't even begin to reason what was going through his mind. For me? It was a matter of showing myself that I could beat Caim. A little piece of me is a bit upset that there's always going to be that doubt now when people look back. But no one knows if that match had been allowed to go on if I would've have claimed his arms in the Venus de Milo or not. I like to think I would... and I know if the opportunity ever arises again, that that's exactly what will need to happen to lay those doubts to rest.
Laurie Renard: Well, you know, Caim has his hands full tonight with Kurt Newman in the main event...
Mustafi nodded her head in agreement.
Laurie Renard: And you have your own hands full with Rhett Adelson. Do you have any strategy for going into that match with him?
She contemplated her words for a moment, before her arms folded underneath her chest a bit.
Tajnia Mustafi: There's a shamefully proud part of me that wonders what could have been if I were more bold... if I were more boisterous? If I took less pride in my ability to keep my nose clean. I have goals, Miss Laurie. Ambitions and dreams, and that main event spot is so... tempting. I feel as if I've only just begun to scratch the surface and show North Pacific Pro just what I'm capable of, you know? I've had to roll my sleeves up and make peace with the fact that I'm not going to be in that headlining bout this evening. Though, Rhett and I? I have no doubts we will put on a match that will put any match on this card against stiff competition for the match of the night superlative! He's young and eager, but he understands what it means to be selfless and give all of yourself to the crowd and to make their ticket and their viewership feel like it was worth the cost.
Laurie Renard: There's a good deal of respect between yourself and Rhett, it seems.
Tajnia Mustafi: You're correct. It hasn't been lost on me that Rhett was one of the first contracts signed to this company. Obviously there's potential there and as he grows, he's only going to soak up more knowledge and more experience and he's only going to get better. I'm humbled to be part of that journey! I'm absolutely pleased that we get to go out there and show the world what we can do! We get to show what making the most out of each and every opportunity, no matter how grandiose or modest that opportunity may be. Tonight, Rhett and I are not in the main event of this program... but any match that follows ours is gonna have a helluva lot to compete with!
Tajnia smiled proudly, excusing herself with a nod of the head in Laurie's direction upon the arrival of Steven Kingsley. She takes hold of the arm of Portland's Pro and begins to make conversation with him just out of range of the camera's microphone while Laurie signs off.
RINGSIDE
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
CC: CONTENDERS
SUBJECT: NPP IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP
HELLO.
I HAVE CHOSEN THE REMAINING PARTICIPANTS IN THE IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP LADDER MATCH.
JOINING CAIM MCCALLAGHAN...
PAGE KILLEBREW...
AND NICO RIDER, WILL BE...
STEVEN KINGSLEY, AND...
LEXIE!
BUT YOU AREN'T HOME FREE.
NEXT WEEK, YOU'LL ALL BE DEFENDING YOUR POSITIONS.
GOOD LUCK.
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
CC: CONTENDERS
SUBJECT: NPP IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP
HELLO.
I HAVE CHOSEN THE REMAINING PARTICIPANTS IN THE IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP LADDER MATCH.
JOINING CAIM MCCALLAGHAN...
PAGE KILLEBREW...
AND NICO RIDER, WILL BE...
STEVEN KINGSLEY, AND...
LEXIE!
BUT YOU AREN'T HOME FREE.
NEXT WEEK, YOU'LL ALL BE DEFENDING YOUR POSITIONS.
GOOD LUCK.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Sophia Pike vs Xander Jones
Sophia Pike vs Xander Jones
RECAP This match begins with the sound of the timekeeper’s bell. The NPP newcomer Xander Jones tentatively steps forward with a hand out, an attempt to show his opponent a measure of respect. Pike looks down at his hand, before snapping back up at Xander and catching his with an open handed slap to start the match. The force behind the slap puts some cobwebs in Jones’ head, and Pike maneuvers herself behind him, to follow up with a German Suplex. Pike keeps the bridge and Xander’s shoulders against the mat, looking for a surprise victory in the beginning of the match. Jones is able to back roll himself out of the pin. He gets back to his feet, but only for Pike to send him back down with a flowing arm drag. The crowd gets excited as she looks to position herself in for an armbar. However, Xander quickly scrambles his legs close to the ropes, resting them on the bottom set to force the referee to call Pike off. Sophia just shakes her head no, as she pulls Jones by his arm, dragging him back to the center of the ring. Xander makes his move, kipping up from a quick headstand. He uses Pike’s leverage against her, as he rolls through and drags Sophia down in a momentum reversing arm drag of his own. The crowd is receptive to “X” as he begins to hold his own with Pike. He pulls Sophia back up to her feet. Xander plants Pike into the canvas with a spiking DDT that elicits an empathetic wince from the Crystal Ballroom crowd. He floats over and makes the pin on Pike. However, the rep from the Emerald City is able to shoulder out at the count of two. Xander doesn’t look discouraged, as he transitions the broken pin into a seated chin lock. However, he’s fighting Pike’s own style. She buries her chin to break the hold, and begins a mat sprawl with X, using her veteran wiles to snatch up a mounted position over Jones. Pike begins to lay into Xander. Punching, elbowing, and kneeing his left shoulder and bicep. Pike’s offensive is one of savage brutality, as the cameras zoom on her face - the woman looks like she’s on a mission to take his arm off. Xander is able to muster up enough strength to flip his grounded position, rolling with his hips to turn the tables on Pike. However, Pike hooks him arm as she goes with his roll. As Jones takes the mounted position, Pike spits upwardly right into Xander’s eyes! The crowd boos as she uses the distraction and her hold on his arm, to wrench and lock down. She applies a tremendous amount of pressure as she continues to position herself. Pike finds the seated Fujiwara Armbar! Xander is scrambling in pain and panic now, looking for a way out. X holds on for as long as he can, but soon enough taps out in submission to the Space Needle! WINNER Sophia Pike METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 8:23 FINISHING MOVE The Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar) |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson in the catering area. He’s already dressed down into his ring gear, it’s clear that he’s ready for his upcoming match against Tajnia Mustafi. Rhett glances over to the camera and there is a confidence to him as he flashes a smile.
Rhett Adelson: I know some people have questions about last week. They want my thoughts on Sophia Pike, Stone Hendrix, even things surrounded LEGATO. But I’m not focused on any of that right now, I’ll worry about those things later. Right now? My mind is focused on Tajnia Mustafi.
He nods confidently.
Rhett Adelson: Like myself, Tajnia was trained by a legendary vet in this business. She was trained by Ricky Valero, while myself? I was trained by Chris Night. I see a lot of similarities between her and I, especially with our approach. I’ve been looking forward to this match all week, because I know it’s going to be a clean fight, and I definitely know that Tajnia is going to give me everything she’s got. This is going to be a true test for me but it’s going to be a test for Tajnia as well.
He steps closer to the camera as he continues.
Rhett Adelson: The thing is, I’m coming off of a lose. People think that I’m starting to lose a step, there’s been rumblings that I peaked at the first Infamy and after that? Well, I won’t be able to compete at the top but this match tonight, I’m going to prove that I belong here. Prove that I belong in matches with talented competitors like Tajnia. I slipped up last week, I made a mistake and I got my shoulders pinned to the mat… But I’m not going to let the same thing happen this week and I’m not looking past Tajnia. Nope, I’m going to beat her and then, I’ll keep moving forward, keep on grinding until I get to where I want to be… Which is the top of North Pacific Pro.
Rhett gives the camera a smile and a wink before he walks away and the scene fades out.
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson in the catering area. He’s already dressed down into his ring gear, it’s clear that he’s ready for his upcoming match against Tajnia Mustafi. Rhett glances over to the camera and there is a confidence to him as he flashes a smile.
Rhett Adelson: I know some people have questions about last week. They want my thoughts on Sophia Pike, Stone Hendrix, even things surrounded LEGATO. But I’m not focused on any of that right now, I’ll worry about those things later. Right now? My mind is focused on Tajnia Mustafi.
He nods confidently.
Rhett Adelson: Like myself, Tajnia was trained by a legendary vet in this business. She was trained by Ricky Valero, while myself? I was trained by Chris Night. I see a lot of similarities between her and I, especially with our approach. I’ve been looking forward to this match all week, because I know it’s going to be a clean fight, and I definitely know that Tajnia is going to give me everything she’s got. This is going to be a true test for me but it’s going to be a test for Tajnia as well.
He steps closer to the camera as he continues.
Rhett Adelson: The thing is, I’m coming off of a lose. People think that I’m starting to lose a step, there’s been rumblings that I peaked at the first Infamy and after that? Well, I won’t be able to compete at the top but this match tonight, I’m going to prove that I belong here. Prove that I belong in matches with talented competitors like Tajnia. I slipped up last week, I made a mistake and I got my shoulders pinned to the mat… But I’m not going to let the same thing happen this week and I’m not looking past Tajnia. Nope, I’m going to beat her and then, I’ll keep moving forward, keep on grinding until I get to where I want to be… Which is the top of North Pacific Pro.
Rhett gives the camera a smile and a wink before he walks away and the scene fades out.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Rhett Adelson vs Tajnia Mustafi
Rhett Adelson vs Tajnia Mustafi
RECAP The two look across the ring at each other and slowly inch forward. Before they even begin an attack, almost at the same time they reach forward a hand and shake in the middle of the ring, showing a vast amount of respect for one another. They return to either side of the ring. They go in for a tie up but Tajnia shakes her head, knowing she's not as strong as Rhett. Adelson understands, and rushes her, trying to hit her in the face with a spinning heel kick. Instead, Tajnia pulls out her popular matrix evasion moves. Rhett manages to put his feet out in front of him, stopping himself from crashing to the ring. Tajnia stands back up, attaching to Rhett in a whirlygig headscissors takedown. She tries to transition to his feet and apply a modified ankle lock, but Rhett rolls out of the way. As they both get to their feet, Rhett rushes forward into a slingblade that takes Mustafi off her feet. She battles back up, through right hands. They battle against the ropes, where Rhett whips her across the ring, but as she bounds back she launches into a swinging neckbreaker. She acts quickly, reaching down and locking in an STF. She retches back, trying to get Adelson to tap. He yells out, but unfortunately for Tajnia, they are way too close to the rope. Rhett reaches forward with every fiber of his body, managing to clip the bottom rope with two fingers. The referee tells Tajnia to let go and she obliges him. Mustafi gets to her feet, waiting for Rhett to get to his. But before he does, she runs forward, looking for the cubstomp she performs in honor of Elena DeDraca. But Rhett moves, causing Tajnia to stumble. Adelson quickly gets to his feet, leaping into a pele kick that knocks Tajnia to the floor. She tries to get to her feet as fast as him but can't. Rhett lunges forward and hits her with a superkick in the kneeling position. Immediately after, he leaps into a standing moonsault, hooking her leg. One...two...Kickout! Tajnia powers out. They both get to their feet through right hands. Tajnia is able to take Rhett by the arm and twist, before catching him with a hook kick. He gets to his feet, and she Mustafi rushes him, she leaps into a float over arm drag. Again, Rhett manages to kip up rather quickly, but walks right into a kick to the midsection. Tajnia spins Rhett around, hitting him with the regalplex she uses in homage to Ricky Valero! She pins him back. One...two...kickout! Rhett powers out, before throwing his legs over his head and flipping himself to his feet. He battles within Mustafi again, this time he's able to come out on top, grabbing her arm the waist and delivering a release Northern Lights suplex. Rhett turns over, but remains on the ground. While on the mat, he puts Tajnia in a Lebell lock! He applies a lot of pressure, wanting her to tap out right here and now. Of course, she doesn't want to. She's not ready. With all of her might, and some time taking the pain, she manages to slip back between Rhett's arms, forcing him to let go. They both spin to their feet, with Mustafi looking to take advantage as quickly as possible. She rushes forward, launching into another headscissors takedown, but this time she spins around and takes Adelson's arm. While Rhett remains on his feet, she wraps arm and applies a headscissors armbar. She's got the headscissors armbar locked in! Rhett falls to one knee and Tajnia retches back with all of her might. Adelson yells out, looking ready to tap. He uses all of his strength to not only get back onto his feet, but also lift Mustafi up into a one armed powerbomb, of sorts! She's forced to let go. Rhett rolls to his feet, hitting the ropes as Tajnia gets up. There's nothing she can do to stop it, she walks right into an Explosion (running single leg front dropkick) from Rhett that absolutely floors her. Rhett lays across her and the referee drops to mat. One...two...three! WINNER Rhett Adelson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:41 FINISHING MOVE Explosion (Running single leg front dropkick) |
BACKSTAGE
LEGATO, the undefeated North Pacific Champion, traverses the backstage area with a somewhat apprehensive air to himself. It is possibly the matter of approaching Stone Hendrix, his future opponent and his first title defense, in his locker room. It could be the fact that he was wearing a KEGATO shirt, lovingly given to him by his self-declared best friend, Page Killebrew. In any case, the champion seems a little off until he reaches the door. He gives it a knock and stands at the ready, crossing his arms over his chest, letting the top prize of NPP glisten in the light.
The locker room door opens and standing there in his ring gear is the number one contender, Stone Hendrix. He seems slightly taken aback seeing LEGATO standing there but he keeps a strong front as he locks eyes with the champion.
Stone Hendrix: Hey… What can I do for you champ?
LEGATO stands still, his natural intensity radiating off him. The crowd ramps up their volume over challenger and champion meeting for the first time. However, LEGATO breaks the tension by offering out his hand for Hendrix to shake.
LEGATO: I saw your work out there. Congratulations on earning and defending your keep. That’s admirable.
The crowd naturally cheers at LEGATO’s respectful, if not a little solemn, mannerism. Stone keeps his eyes square on LEGATOs as he shakes his hand.
Stone Hendrix: Thank you. Congratulations on being the champion. It’s a high honor to be the first one in a company and you earned that honor.
LEGATO shrugs.
LEGATO: I couldn’t let just anyone take the championship. I’ve vowed that I would make this belt the most important piece of gold in GWA. That takes motivation and a certain kind of mentality.
Whatever loose air that LEGATO had fades away for a serious glance.
LEGATO: That being said, you’re keeping your eye on me. Sizing me up a bit there, Stone? Because I take it that you know I’m not here just to congratulate you.
He keeps his eyes fixed on the champion and slowly arches his brow.
Stone Hendrix: I know you well enough to know you don’t just go knocking on doors congratulating people. So I do think you have more planned for this not so chance meeting.
The champion takes his championship off his waist, putting on his shoulder.
LEGATO: I wanted to ask you a not-so-simple question, Stone. If you manage to take this belt from me, stepping on my aspirations, what kind of champion are you going to be? You seem like a honest person, so I don’t expect you to lie to my face now. Because so far, I have faced people that wear false proclamations and I’ve always found it frustrating. That’s why I crush them before I even fathom having the ‘best match’ I can have with them.
LEGATO stares intently at his challenger.
LEGATO: That’s why I’m asking you. Have you actually thought about it yet?
Stone shakes his head no and lightly smiles.
Stone Hendrix: I’m not the type to put the cart before the horse. I’m not thinking about the champion I’m going to be, instead my focus is entirely on taking the title from you. You see, I won’t know what kind of champion I will be until I hold that championship. I could be the best damn thing that the world has seen as North Pacific Champion. Or I could a paper Champion not worth the ink on my contract. None of that matters right now LEGATO, what matters right now is how do I beat you for that championship… And that only.
For a moment, LEGATO seems to keep the piercing gaze trained on Stone out of some latent fury, but then a brief, almost unnoticeable smirk crosses LEGATO’s face.
LEGATO: That’s not a bad answer. I can’t agree with you that it’s the only thing that matters, but I get where you’re coming from. Because I’ve been thinking of the ways you stop you from getting this right here.
He gives the championship a glance.
LEGATO: And every moment, it becomes more and more important than anything else in my life.
There is a pause where the tension comes back, but after a second, LEGATO just nods.
LEGATO: Smart answer…
He continues to nod while walking.
LEGATO: I’ll be seeing you, Stone.
LEGATO, the undefeated North Pacific Champion, traverses the backstage area with a somewhat apprehensive air to himself. It is possibly the matter of approaching Stone Hendrix, his future opponent and his first title defense, in his locker room. It could be the fact that he was wearing a KEGATO shirt, lovingly given to him by his self-declared best friend, Page Killebrew. In any case, the champion seems a little off until he reaches the door. He gives it a knock and stands at the ready, crossing his arms over his chest, letting the top prize of NPP glisten in the light.
The locker room door opens and standing there in his ring gear is the number one contender, Stone Hendrix. He seems slightly taken aback seeing LEGATO standing there but he keeps a strong front as he locks eyes with the champion.
Stone Hendrix: Hey… What can I do for you champ?
LEGATO stands still, his natural intensity radiating off him. The crowd ramps up their volume over challenger and champion meeting for the first time. However, LEGATO breaks the tension by offering out his hand for Hendrix to shake.
LEGATO: I saw your work out there. Congratulations on earning and defending your keep. That’s admirable.
The crowd naturally cheers at LEGATO’s respectful, if not a little solemn, mannerism. Stone keeps his eyes square on LEGATOs as he shakes his hand.
Stone Hendrix: Thank you. Congratulations on being the champion. It’s a high honor to be the first one in a company and you earned that honor.
LEGATO shrugs.
LEGATO: I couldn’t let just anyone take the championship. I’ve vowed that I would make this belt the most important piece of gold in GWA. That takes motivation and a certain kind of mentality.
Whatever loose air that LEGATO had fades away for a serious glance.
LEGATO: That being said, you’re keeping your eye on me. Sizing me up a bit there, Stone? Because I take it that you know I’m not here just to congratulate you.
He keeps his eyes fixed on the champion and slowly arches his brow.
Stone Hendrix: I know you well enough to know you don’t just go knocking on doors congratulating people. So I do think you have more planned for this not so chance meeting.
The champion takes his championship off his waist, putting on his shoulder.
LEGATO: I wanted to ask you a not-so-simple question, Stone. If you manage to take this belt from me, stepping on my aspirations, what kind of champion are you going to be? You seem like a honest person, so I don’t expect you to lie to my face now. Because so far, I have faced people that wear false proclamations and I’ve always found it frustrating. That’s why I crush them before I even fathom having the ‘best match’ I can have with them.
LEGATO stares intently at his challenger.
LEGATO: That’s why I’m asking you. Have you actually thought about it yet?
Stone shakes his head no and lightly smiles.
Stone Hendrix: I’m not the type to put the cart before the horse. I’m not thinking about the champion I’m going to be, instead my focus is entirely on taking the title from you. You see, I won’t know what kind of champion I will be until I hold that championship. I could be the best damn thing that the world has seen as North Pacific Champion. Or I could a paper Champion not worth the ink on my contract. None of that matters right now LEGATO, what matters right now is how do I beat you for that championship… And that only.
For a moment, LEGATO seems to keep the piercing gaze trained on Stone out of some latent fury, but then a brief, almost unnoticeable smirk crosses LEGATO’s face.
LEGATO: That’s not a bad answer. I can’t agree with you that it’s the only thing that matters, but I get where you’re coming from. Because I’ve been thinking of the ways you stop you from getting this right here.
He gives the championship a glance.
LEGATO: And every moment, it becomes more and more important than anything else in my life.
There is a pause where the tension comes back, but after a second, LEGATO just nods.
LEGATO: Smart answer…
He continues to nod while walking.
LEGATO: I’ll be seeing you, Stone.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Stone Hendrix vs Truck Turner
Stone Hendrix vs Truck Turner
RECAP The bell sounds and we see Truck Turner still getting himself hyped for the match. The two look as if they’re going to lock up with each other. But Truck stops his opponent right in his tracks. Turner says that he needs to “Truck Up”, and proceeds to hit the canvas and knock out a quick 50 set of push-ups. The crowds right with him enjoying and counting along. Truck gets to fifteen before Stone’s had enough. Stone deadlifts Truck from his push-up position and takes him down with a powerful body slam! Stone crawls over and hooks the leg for an early cover. But the Big Boy from Big Boy Peak kicks out at two. The match continues on with Truck slowly revving himself back into the match. Stone’s throwing a series of strikes to the man-let, but Truck taking them all in stride. Getting more and more revved up with every punch. Stone tries another, but Turner catches his fist in his palm. “NOT TODAY!” Truck yells mightily. With a surge of power, Truck pulls Stone in close for a Big Boy Biel that sends Stone surprising far into the corner of the ring. Truck nearly pops a blood vessel flexing for the crowd, as Stone stumbles to his feet shocked by the small man’s deceptive strength. "THICC BOIS" He Truck yells. Truck hits the gas on his engine as he charges right into the corner. He jumps for a Big Boy corner body splash that drives Stone back into the turnbuckle. The crowds slowly becoming more unglued as Truck continues his offensive. He starts paying Stone back for his punches, tenfold. After a wicked boxer’s punching combination. Truck showcases that power once again as he picks Hendrix up and over his shoulder! It’s End-Around time! Truck charges with Stone over his shoulder running the man the opposite length into the ring, crushing him in the other corner turnbuckle. Turner’s head snaps to his left as he sees the next destination. He charges for that corner but Stone is able to slide off of the man’s shoulder. Stone is right behind Turner following his momentum into the corner. As Truck stops himself in the corner he turns around and narrowly dodges The Stone Kick speeding right for his head! Stone gets his legs caught over the top, as Truck moves behind him. With another feat of power, Truck pulls back hitting a big release german suplex on Hendrix! With the crowd getting behind him, Truck holds a hand up in the air, telling the world that it was choke slam time! As Stone staggers back to his feet, his neck is is snatched and seized by Truck’s grip. Turner bounds himself down looking to summon up enough strength for a choke slam… But it’s not enough. Stone plants his legs into the ring and the two are at a stand still. Truck tries to bound his legs for another try, but instead it’s his turn to get rise. Stone quickly chops his hand away and instead picks Turner up for a move of his own. He brings the man high above his head before launching Truck into the corner with a buckle bomb! Truck hangs on just barely in the corner, but Hendrix follows it up with a Stone Kick that connects! Truck drops to the canvas and Stone makes the cover on Turner! Hendrix gets the pinfall, but the crowd is already on tis feet applauding both men for the effort left inside of the ring. WINNER Stone Hendrix METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:21 FINISHING MOVE The Stone Kick |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras return to the backstage area of the Crystal Ballroom. They zoom in on Page Killebrew right as he was turning a corner, traversing his way through the back. He’s dressed in his work clothes, ready to rumble in tonight’s headliner. His head is fixed down to his phone, his fingers scrolling through his playlist as he modestly headbanged as he walked. He was mentally preparing himself for tonight’s big tag team match, until his focus was redirected with the arrival of the North Pacific Champion.
LEGATO enters, almost sheepishly wearing the KEGATO shirt that was forced--given graciously to him by his tag team partner for the night. He stretches it out before himself, truly getting the image of himself wearing it. He sighs and stares up at Page, becoming aware of his mental preparation. Satisfied, he nods at him.
LEGATO: That’s good. I’m glad to see you have taken my words to heart. We have something annoying to deal with--”thots”, as you put it.
He doesn’t seem to like saying the word.
LEGATO: Nevertheless, we have to put them down. They’re deceitful and will try every trick, but I know that I’m ready.
The champion gives Page a look.
LEGATO: Are you?
Page draws his finger down on his screen, apparently lowering the volume to his tunes. He seemed to have caught the tail end of his partner’s inquiry, as he looks up with a brief but affirming nod.
Page Killebrew: Yeah it’s go time bro.
Page pulls the headphones down around his neck. There’s no bright smile, no casual demeanor in him this evening. Page would appear to be as grim as his partner usually was, in his facial expression. Page brings a fist up to drive into his open palm, popping a few knuckles as he did so.
Page Killebrew: Wasn’t too long ago I dropped the ball in the Ballroom against Pike. Not tonight. Not against them. No way bro.
He said solemnly in reference to his shared opposition tonight in the Pretty Committee. In response, LEGATO seems impressed--his eyebrows lifting in a momentary show of surprise. Their training, though brief, was paramount to tonight’s preparations. LEGATO shifts his championship on his shoulder.
LEGATO:Definitely not against them. They stand to be the most foul and fickle creatures, lusting after fame that they don’t deserve. They tarnish the name of every company that they try to take over with their mentality. As champion, I won’t stand for it.
LEGATO presents something that the crowd amps up over.
Something minute enough to the common day person, but from the stoic champion, it’s something off the beaten path with him.
His fist for a fist bump.
LEGATO: We’ll drop them where they stand tonight…
There is a beat.
LEGATO: Bro.
Page looks wide-eyed at the gesture, completely not expecting it. The moment is so much for him that he even turns to the hard camera filming them both, raising his eyebrows cheekily before returning back to face his partner.
Page Killebrew: Bro.
Without further hesitation Page raises his own fist and connects solidly with LEGATO’s. A look of mutually shared determination is on both of their faces.
Page Killebrew: Let’s go make two girls cry man.
LEGATO shakes his head ‘no.’ He looks almost disappointed at Page’s words, until he lets a smile crack.
LEGATO: Calling them “girls” is disrespectful, man. Bitches are what we call those things.
The two lead off in a direction as the camera switches gears elsewhere.
The cameras return to the backstage area of the Crystal Ballroom. They zoom in on Page Killebrew right as he was turning a corner, traversing his way through the back. He’s dressed in his work clothes, ready to rumble in tonight’s headliner. His head is fixed down to his phone, his fingers scrolling through his playlist as he modestly headbanged as he walked. He was mentally preparing himself for tonight’s big tag team match, until his focus was redirected with the arrival of the North Pacific Champion.
LEGATO enters, almost sheepishly wearing the KEGATO shirt that was forced--given graciously to him by his tag team partner for the night. He stretches it out before himself, truly getting the image of himself wearing it. He sighs and stares up at Page, becoming aware of his mental preparation. Satisfied, he nods at him.
LEGATO: That’s good. I’m glad to see you have taken my words to heart. We have something annoying to deal with--”thots”, as you put it.
He doesn’t seem to like saying the word.
LEGATO: Nevertheless, we have to put them down. They’re deceitful and will try every trick, but I know that I’m ready.
The champion gives Page a look.
LEGATO: Are you?
Page draws his finger down on his screen, apparently lowering the volume to his tunes. He seemed to have caught the tail end of his partner’s inquiry, as he looks up with a brief but affirming nod.
Page Killebrew: Yeah it’s go time bro.
Page pulls the headphones down around his neck. There’s no bright smile, no casual demeanor in him this evening. Page would appear to be as grim as his partner usually was, in his facial expression. Page brings a fist up to drive into his open palm, popping a few knuckles as he did so.
Page Killebrew: Wasn’t too long ago I dropped the ball in the Ballroom against Pike. Not tonight. Not against them. No way bro.
He said solemnly in reference to his shared opposition tonight in the Pretty Committee. In response, LEGATO seems impressed--his eyebrows lifting in a momentary show of surprise. Their training, though brief, was paramount to tonight’s preparations. LEGATO shifts his championship on his shoulder.
LEGATO:Definitely not against them. They stand to be the most foul and fickle creatures, lusting after fame that they don’t deserve. They tarnish the name of every company that they try to take over with their mentality. As champion, I won’t stand for it.
LEGATO presents something that the crowd amps up over.
Something minute enough to the common day person, but from the stoic champion, it’s something off the beaten path with him.
His fist for a fist bump.
LEGATO: We’ll drop them where they stand tonight…
There is a beat.
LEGATO: Bro.
Page looks wide-eyed at the gesture, completely not expecting it. The moment is so much for him that he even turns to the hard camera filming them both, raising his eyebrows cheekily before returning back to face his partner.
Page Killebrew: Bro.
Without further hesitation Page raises his own fist and connects solidly with LEGATO’s. A look of mutually shared determination is on both of their faces.
Page Killebrew: Let’s go make two girls cry man.
LEGATO shakes his head ‘no.’ He looks almost disappointed at Page’s words, until he lets a smile crack.
LEGATO: Calling them “girls” is disrespectful, man. Bitches are what we call those things.
The two lead off in a direction as the camera switches gears elsewhere.
HEADLINE: TAG TEAM TURMOIL
KEGATO (LEGATO & Page Killebrew) vs The Pretty Committee
KEGATO (LEGATO & Page Killebrew) vs The Pretty Committee
RECAP The NPP have been nice enough to already put various weapons around the ring for this tag team turmoil match. As the bell rings, the teams pair off. Bianca and LEGATO, Veronica and Page. It doesn't take long for LEGATO and Bianca to spill to the outside. Veronica is a little nervous, knowing just about anything could happen on the outside, but she trusts her partner and continues her battle with Page inside the ring. Veronica starts using a chair on Page, tossing him right into one that had been wedged between the ropes. She covers for hopefully a quick win but Page kicks out. It's easy to see that the girls are trying, but don't do well in this sort of environment. They had managed alright against Kurt, who had lost his partner last week, but against the North Pacific Champion and Killebrew was a different story. LEGATO is one step ahead of Bianca, grabbing a chair of his own and hitting a standing legdrop onto it. Inside the ring, Page battles back against Veronica, dropping her down with a stun gun. KEGATO seem to be in full control here... But wait! Reece Killswitch runs down to the ring with a neon kendo stick! Just as the Pretty Committee had helped him before, now Reece is returning the favor by helping them in their match. First, he slides into the ring where the pairing of Page and Veronica are dueling. He walks up behind Page, cracking him over the head with the kendo stick! Page instantly halts his attack on Veronica, falling to the canvas. Reece then slides out of the ring, running up to LEGATO and cracking him across the midsection. He goes to crack LEGATO right across the skull...but LEGATO moves. He ends up cracking the kendo stick right onto the barricade. The vibrations are sent up his hands and he's forced to drop the kendo stick. LEGATO is able to grab Reece from behind, nailing him with the Fatal Attraction (reverse brainbuster) right onto the chair! It certainly stops Killswitch's assault, but LEGATO hasn't been paying attention to what's happening in the ring. Veronica has helped Page to his feet, before giving him a Facelift (Implant DDT). LEGATO looks back to the ring just as Veronica is hooking Page's leg, but he knows he's too late. One...two...kickout! Killebrew powers out! Much to the dismay of the Pretty Committee. LEGATO goes to slide into the ring but is pulled back by Bianca Davis. They trade blows again, and LEGATO gives her a high knee. He rolls Reece off of the chair on the ground, picking it up and slamming it over Bianca's head as she tries to stand! LEGATO is about to bring down the chair for a second time, when he's speared to the ground by SOPHIA PIKE! She starts wailing on him, wanting nothing more than to prove that the North Pacific Championship should be HERS! His win against her was a fluke! The sudden attack draws major heat for Sophia but she doesn't care in the slightest. She gets up, stomping away on him. She reaches up into the KEGATO corner, pulling down the North Pacific Championship. LEGATO turns around, right into a shot with the belt across his head. Following up, Sophia grabs the nearby neon kendo stick dropped by Reece, and starts wailing on him with no remorse. She gets in a good five quick succession shots, before Stone Hendrix has jumped through the crowd and starts throwing rights at Sophia. She's forced to drop the kendo stick and do hand-to-hand combat. Which is relatively difficult, seeing as how Rhett Adelson has had the same idea as Stone and also involved himself in this equation. They battle through the crowd, leaving LEGATO still on the floor. Bianca uses this time to slip away and over to the pair of Page and Veronica. She gets into the ring and joins in with Veronica on stomping Page. They continue together, before getting him to his feet, only to give him a double closeline back down. ...but that's when the KICKIT! girls hit the ring! Harper McKay and Eden Connors slide into the ring, and the crowd goes nuts! Eden immediately spears Veronica, and the two tumble through the ropes, while Harper goes for Bianca. She kicks her in the midsection, kicking her a high roundhouse kick to her face. Bianca falls to the canvas, and Harper slides out. Together, they lift Veronica up, and make her skull collide with the ring apron. Veronica gets to her feet and receives a perfect KICKIT! (double superkick). She falls to the ground on the outside, while Harper and Eden exit through the crowd to a MASS amount of cheers. They had successfully even the odds. LEGATO is barely on his feet on the outside, but slides into the ring just in time to meet Bianca. They trade blows and he knees her in the gut, before putting her in position of the Fatal Attraction. However, he stops, looking on as Killebrew stumbles to his feet. LEGATO looks over, stalling for some reason. A moment later, he switches position, whipping Bianca right into Page. He kicks her in the midsection, and nails her with a Page Turner (Jumping Alabama Slam)! He hooks the leg. One...two...three! WINNER KEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:35 FINISHING MOVE Page Turner (Jumping Alabama Slam) POST MATCH As KEGATO celebrate, and the other regain themselves, the lights dim... FROM: THE COMMISSIONER TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO CC: TITLE CONTENDERS SUBJECT: THE DARKEST DAY HELLO. IT APPEARS WE HAVE A FEW ISSUES HERE. LET'S SOLVE THEM. PRETTY COMMITTEE...KICKIT!... NPP'S FIRST TAG TEAMS WILL NEED TO PROVE WHO THE BEST IS... AT THE DARKEST DAY, WE'LL FIND OUT JUST THAT. AND THE WINNER? TAKES HOME THE NORTH PACIFIC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. SOPHIA PIKE...RHETT ADELSON... IT'S TRUE YOU ARE BOTH WORTHY CONTENDERS... BUT THE SHOT BELONGS TO STONE HENDRIX. STILL, AT THE DARKEST DAY...THE NPP FAITHFUL WILL SEE THE PAIR OF YOU FACE OFF ONE ON ONE. LASTLY, LEGATO...STONE HENDRIX... WE ALL KNEW THIS MATCH WAS COMING. THERE'S NO DOUBTS. BUT AS FOR THE STIPULATION? IT'LL BE DECIDED BY THE NPP FAITHFUL JULY 25TH, THE DARKEST DAY. WILL YOU SURVIVE? |
BACKSTAGE
9th of July, 2018
Chambers Cottage in England
The scene fades in with a quiet looking garden, in front of a small cottage. From the style alone it was obvious that it was located in Great Britain. The architecture combined with the well known charme was inviting. When the camera moved a little closer they spotted a reddish haired female sitting in a comfortable yoga seat. In front of her wild growing grass spreading out.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Can it be? Lara Chambers doing something else than swinging her baseball bat at people? The so mean girl found in a peaceful situation. I know it is a surprise people, but then again it wouldn’t be if you stopped being so one dimensional. Most think they have figured me out -- but they haven’t seen anything yet. It is easy to forget what all I have achieved in my career. From a nobody to a champion. From eye candy to a fierce ass kicker. I know it is hard to believe, but it doesn’t really bother me. I do not get my kicks out of social media banter. I don’t need to solve my problems from behind a screen. So a very tight hug to all my haters, just tells me that I have done a good job. Getting under your thin skin while you pretend to be so tough. Getting your hipster panties twisted by the slightest difficulties.
She laughed out while rolling her neck several times. The rest of her body remained in perfect stillness.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Don’t get me wrong, I understand it. The way myself or Hayden operate is not everyone’s cup of tea -- but who said that makes it wrong? We want something, we go and get it. I have no patience sitting back and letting things unfold by their own speed. If you are in my way then I will give it my best to erase you. Don’t like it? Go and start a petition. Ban me from competition, cry to the bosses. Be creative. But wait, I am missing something there. It was my straight forwardness that caught the owner's attention in the first place. Not only my colourful reputation, but the fact that I took business in my own hands. And the fact that I attract viewers and make the company money. So for whoever cries victim next, get your shit together. I am a former World champion, MMA champion to only name a few and you all pretend I haven’t done anything without my most loyal friend.
Lara reached behind her back and grabbed the Barbwire baseball bat. For a moment she admired it, almost gently. Resting it on her lap.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Be honest with yourself for a moment. Who can a girl really count on? Herself. And in my case that lovely piece of wood. I don’t care about people like Addisyn trying to insult me. Standing up for her cute boyfriend -- but what you think that really did for me? Shatter my world or how I view it. Kid, you have no idea what I have been through or the places I have seen. I hold no ill will to any of the North Pacific Pro roster, but that doesn’t make a difference. We said it loud and clear from the beginning on: We are not here to make friends. And that is the philosophy I have been following all through my career. I got my friends in different places. And they will be there if I need them, but at the end of the day this is my career. This is my life. And most important I never act out on gut feeling. I will go through with what I think is best for myself. So maybe that makes me shit, but people’s belief in moral and being a good person doesn’t wash away their true colours. At the end of the day you are the same scum. Just in different shades. The only difference is that I am honest about it.
Her fingertips brushed over the barbed wire, cutting herself open here and there. The pain didn’t seem to have any effect -- or even cause her to blink.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
You don’t have to like me. Praise me or respect me -- but it will be damn hard to ignore me. I have been a part of this circus for too long to give anyone an easy pass. Friend or foe. I like to play rough, sometimes a little too much for those fragile flowers. It makes sense. Not everyone is meant to survive in this business, nothing to be ashamed of. But do not ever blame anyone else for your misfortune. Got attacked? Shame, maybe should have been quicker. Or better prepared. I am here to colour NPP in a pretty red. Which automatically leads back to the core of this message. There is no one to spare. No one to get away if my eyes are set on them. No plastic barbies, no uprising rookies or outstanding talent. There is no space for childsplay in this industry. And the sooner you get that in your heads, the easier this gets.
Once more she raised the bat while a small film of blood was running down her fingers. Lara leaned rather close towards the camera, until only her mouth was to be seen.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
This is your Doomsday, be ready.
9th of July, 2018
Chambers Cottage in England
The scene fades in with a quiet looking garden, in front of a small cottage. From the style alone it was obvious that it was located in Great Britain. The architecture combined with the well known charme was inviting. When the camera moved a little closer they spotted a reddish haired female sitting in a comfortable yoga seat. In front of her wild growing grass spreading out.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Can it be? Lara Chambers doing something else than swinging her baseball bat at people? The so mean girl found in a peaceful situation. I know it is a surprise people, but then again it wouldn’t be if you stopped being so one dimensional. Most think they have figured me out -- but they haven’t seen anything yet. It is easy to forget what all I have achieved in my career. From a nobody to a champion. From eye candy to a fierce ass kicker. I know it is hard to believe, but it doesn’t really bother me. I do not get my kicks out of social media banter. I don’t need to solve my problems from behind a screen. So a very tight hug to all my haters, just tells me that I have done a good job. Getting under your thin skin while you pretend to be so tough. Getting your hipster panties twisted by the slightest difficulties.
She laughed out while rolling her neck several times. The rest of her body remained in perfect stillness.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Don’t get me wrong, I understand it. The way myself or Hayden operate is not everyone’s cup of tea -- but who said that makes it wrong? We want something, we go and get it. I have no patience sitting back and letting things unfold by their own speed. If you are in my way then I will give it my best to erase you. Don’t like it? Go and start a petition. Ban me from competition, cry to the bosses. Be creative. But wait, I am missing something there. It was my straight forwardness that caught the owner's attention in the first place. Not only my colourful reputation, but the fact that I took business in my own hands. And the fact that I attract viewers and make the company money. So for whoever cries victim next, get your shit together. I am a former World champion, MMA champion to only name a few and you all pretend I haven’t done anything without my most loyal friend.
Lara reached behind her back and grabbed the Barbwire baseball bat. For a moment she admired it, almost gently. Resting it on her lap.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Be honest with yourself for a moment. Who can a girl really count on? Herself. And in my case that lovely piece of wood. I don’t care about people like Addisyn trying to insult me. Standing up for her cute boyfriend -- but what you think that really did for me? Shatter my world or how I view it. Kid, you have no idea what I have been through or the places I have seen. I hold no ill will to any of the North Pacific Pro roster, but that doesn’t make a difference. We said it loud and clear from the beginning on: We are not here to make friends. And that is the philosophy I have been following all through my career. I got my friends in different places. And they will be there if I need them, but at the end of the day this is my career. This is my life. And most important I never act out on gut feeling. I will go through with what I think is best for myself. So maybe that makes me shit, but people’s belief in moral and being a good person doesn’t wash away their true colours. At the end of the day you are the same scum. Just in different shades. The only difference is that I am honest about it.
Her fingertips brushed over the barbed wire, cutting herself open here and there. The pain didn’t seem to have any effect -- or even cause her to blink.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
You don’t have to like me. Praise me or respect me -- but it will be damn hard to ignore me. I have been a part of this circus for too long to give anyone an easy pass. Friend or foe. I like to play rough, sometimes a little too much for those fragile flowers. It makes sense. Not everyone is meant to survive in this business, nothing to be ashamed of. But do not ever blame anyone else for your misfortune. Got attacked? Shame, maybe should have been quicker. Or better prepared. I am here to colour NPP in a pretty red. Which automatically leads back to the core of this message. There is no one to spare. No one to get away if my eyes are set on them. No plastic barbies, no uprising rookies or outstanding talent. There is no space for childsplay in this industry. And the sooner you get that in your heads, the easier this gets.
Once more she raised the bat while a small film of blood was running down her fingers. Lara leaned rather close towards the camera, until only her mouth was to be seen.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
This is your Doomsday, be ready.
MAIN EVENT: ANYTHING GOES
Caim McCallaghan vs Kurt Newman
Caim McCallaghan vs Kurt Newman
RECAP The pair stare at each other from across the ring, Caim with loads of disdain in his eyes. For some reason, somehow, he's joined this war that's waged on Kurt Newman. Kurt, who doesn't have the slightest clue in all this, is just happy to get a chance to main event and showcase himself. They look around the ring, various weapons remaining from the previous match. For the first several minutes they keep the match pretty civil. They each take turns smashing a trash can over each other, and attempt to use a chair that backfires. Other than that, they aren't able to get to many weapons at first. Mainly because Kurt's main goal is to not be hit with anything at all. He's had a ton of concussions and knee problems, so he definitely doesn't need anymore. Our first turning point came after a flying asshole (flying butt attack while the opponent is in the corner). It didn't knock Caim down but caused him to stumble out of the corner, more than dazed. Newman leapt into the air, landing a hard pele kick and taking Caim off his feet. He follows it up with a GRENADE! (pulling out an imaginary grenade, Kurt places it on his opponents chest. Running off the ropes, Kirt comes back and does a double stomp on his opponents chest). The NPP Faithful are on their feet with cheers. Kurt calls for the Mandible Panties! From the crowd, several random women throw their panties into the ring. Kurt looks around for the grossest pair of granny panties, before sliding his hand in and signaling to the crowd. Caim gets to his feet, and Kurt strikes! Caim flails around, disgusted. Kurt can't take him down to the canvas though, as Caim picks up a nearby lead pipe and nails him in the gut. As Kurt doubles over, Caim coughs and spits in the corner. Now thoroughly pissed off, he yells out loud, rushing forward and slamming the lead pipe across Kurt's head! The crowd boos as Caim looks on with a sadistic smile. He turns around to see Kurt struggling to his feet. Caim is a little surprised, but he runs forward, slamming the pipe to Kurt's head yet again. Caim taunts the crowd a second time, only to hear cheers soon after. Caim turns around, to see Kurt STILL not out. He's rummaging around, trying to get up. Caim ditches the leadpipe... And instead, picks up a chair. Kurt makes it to his knees, only to get a chair shot to the back! Showing his resiliency, he yells out, but stays crouched, trying to eat the shot completely. Caim is pissed! He brings the chair up again, higher than before, slamming it down on Kurt's back with such force! Caim pushes Kurt's limp body over, covering him. One....two.....thr-kickout! Kurt gets his shoulder up, driving the NPP Faithful insane. Caim helps Kurt to his feet, with some trouble. Newman, using close to all the energy he has, almost going on autopilot, he brings Caim up into a release fishermans suplex that knocks the wind out of Caim! On the other hand, Kurt is also not moving it all - now majorly feeling the effects of those lead pipe and chair shots. Just as you probably could have predicted, the crowd begins to boo, seemingly out of nowhere. Up the ramp, Hayden Lazarus and Lara Chambers are slowly making their way down the ramp. Lara has her trusty barbedwire baseball bat swinging next to her, you can even see spots of blood on the bat itself from last week when she used it on Croy. The pair of them don't seem to be in any sort of hurry, but saunter down, oozing confidence. They slide into the ring, and Kurt is given a huge axe handle from behind from Hayden. He falls to the ground and Lazarus straight kicks him in the face. Hayden and Lara stomp on him a bit, and as Caim gets back up, he joins them in stomping. Hayden grabs Kurt from behind, dragging him up to his feet and forcing him to face Lara. Chambers grabs her trusty barbedwire baseball bat, holding it up into the air. The crowd boos, but she simply smirks. She points it at Kurt, who is wide-eyed. Not ANOTHER shot to the head from a foreign object PLEASE. The crowd begins to cheer out of nowhere, which causes the group in the ring to look around. It's Croy Calhoun! He's already at the bottom of the ramp and slides in! He guns right for Lara Chambers, hitting her with a forearm that causes her to drop the barbedwire baseball bat. They begin to throw right hands at each other, going at it so aggressively that they tumble to the outside of the ring. The distraction is enough for Lazarus to loosen his grip slightly, and for Kurt to bring his leg up, kicking Hayden right where the sun don't shine. That definitely forces Hayden to drop his hold on Kurt, and Newman knows exactly what to do. He drops down and grabs the fire extinguisher that has been on the side of the canvas the whole match. He sprays upwards, blinding both Hayden and Caim. Lazarus stumbles towards the ropes, and Kurt plants him with a high dropkick that causes him to fall over the top rope. McCallaghan regains his sight to see Hayden topple over. Caim rushes towards Kurt with a strong lariat, but Kurt ducks! He ends up behind Caim, before nailing him with the No Pussy Blues (Omega Driver)! The crowd is on their feet, going wild, as Kurt rolls Caim over, hooking his leg for the three count. Kurt's hand is raised, and Hayden pulls Caim from the ring, helping him to stand before he fully regains himself. They meet back up with Lara, who has been separated from Croy. Calhoun slides into the ring, congratulating Kurt and raising his hand himself. Lara looks on, not very happy about being interrupted, and the same goes for Hayden and Caim. Inside the ring, Kurt and Croy stare back as we go off the air. WINNER Kurt Newman METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:10 FINISHING MOVE No Pussy Blues (Omega Driver) |