Post by Commissioner on Dec 30, 2019 17:51:59 GMT
MATCH ONE: 5 MINUTE BEAT THE CLOCK NO DQ
Page Killebrew vs Jackie Lee
Page Killebrew vs Jackie Lee
RECAP As the bell rings, the pair look around and notice that various weapons have already been scattered by NPP staff. Five minutes is put on the clock and Jackie rushes forward, hitting Page in the face with a flying uppercut. He's taken off his feet and Jackie hits him with a knee drop, moving as fast as she can. Page gets to his feet and Jackie lands a few right hands before Page blocks one, taking her down with a legsweep takedown. He runs for the ropes as she gets up and connects with a flying armbar. He locks it in, adding pressure, trying to make her tap early, or at least wear out the clock. Jackie is doing well enough trying to fight him off though. She reaches for a kendo stick and starts swatting Killebrew. Some of the shots lands and others don't, but eventually he's forced to let go due to one good shot to hit arm. She rolls out, and starts hitting him with it a few more times. She drops it as Killebrew gets to his feet. Jackie takes him back down with a spinning backfist, and tries for a cover. One...two...kickout! Killebrew kicks out but Jackie is instantly on her feet. She helps Page to his, giving him a spinning armdrag. Page rolls to his feet, albeit still feeling the effects of that armdrag, and ends up in the corner. Jackie runs forward, hitting him with a dropkick right to his chest. She tries for another cover. One...two...kickout! Again, Page kicks out, and we're definitely running out of time. Jackie helps Page to his feet but he starts battling back. He lands a right hand, followed by another, before connecting with an overhead belly to back toss. The crowd cheers for Page who looks as if he's going to be able to keep his spot in the Impure ladder match. On the other side of the ring, Jackie gets up, looking at the clock and realizing she's just about out of time. Without taking her time, she guns with the Quick Pitch (Bullhammer Elbow). Page sees it coming a mile away and is able to duck underneath her arm, sending her spinning out of control. She stumbles right into Killebrew, who lifts her up and gives her a Page Turner (Jumping Alabama Slam) right onto a chair. The SMACK echoes throughout the arena as Page hooks the leg. One...two...three! WINNER Page Killebrew METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 4:25 FINISHING MOVE Page Turner (Jumping Alabama Slam) |
POST MATCH
We head to the backstage of Washington Hall. We see Page Killebrew still riding the high of cementing his place to challenge for the Impure Championship. Still in his ring gear, but just putting on another prototype ‘KEGATO’ t-shirt - Page is all smiles as he sheepishly looks up to the cameras following him every step of the way.
Page Killebrew: “A ton of love for Miss Jackie Lee, but it takes more than just love to do this.”
He stops dead in his tracks for a moment, looking down at the ground. With a slight scoff, he brings his hands up to slick back his matted hair. He waits as a few backstage workers pass by him, one even raising up a fist to pend against Killebrew’s, after giving him a solid “Bro.” Page returns the respect pounding it out with the man before his attention returns to the cameras.
Page Killebrew: “You have too want it more than your opponent. You have to want it more than you even thought you wanted it man… So for everyone else trying to qualify tonight it’s time for a little learning. You see I attend the greatest institution for higher learning known as THE University of Washington!”
The shout out evokes a nice reaction from the Seattle crowd. Page gives the camera a small wink before he continues to dress down and educate his potential competition for NPP’s Impure Championship.
Page Killebrew: “So Bro-fessor PK is going to break it down easy… So there was this really smart guy named Bro-crates… Dude was smart, greek too so you know he pledged Kappa Beta Rho… Anyways, dude was so smart everyone wanted to ride his jock under his learning tree.
So one kids comes up talking big shit about how all he wants to do is learn right. So Bro-crates puts this guy on game… He takes his head and shoves it into a nearby pool of water. Dude almost drowns the poor guy… But when Bro-crates pulls his head out of the water, he asked dude what he wanted more than anything when his head was down there. The dude says air right. Then BAM thats when Bro-Crates tells him that when he wants to learn as badly as he wanted air just now… Then he could learn something from him.”
Page picks up his pace again, he walks with a unbreakable confidence evident by the huge smile on his face. He outpaces the cameras, having to look back at the frame before turning around completely.
Page Killebrew: “Moral of the story bros… Is that when you want to win this Impure Championship as badly as I do - Then you can step up to me and try to beat me for it. But that’ll never happen. See, there is no one…. NO ONE on god’s green Earth who’s willing to do whatever and go through whatever to put their name on that belt. And the moment you ever get the slightest feeling that you want this as bad as I do… I’m not hard to find. Come let me know, because I’ll be happy to handle you and serve you up in the ring. Don’t believe me bro…
Ask Jackie Lee what this bro can do in about five minutes…”
Page turns heading deeper into the backstage area, towards the dressing rooms. The camera watching him walk away for a few moments, before returning the feed back to the ring for more action tonight at INFAMY5.
We head to the backstage of Washington Hall. We see Page Killebrew still riding the high of cementing his place to challenge for the Impure Championship. Still in his ring gear, but just putting on another prototype ‘KEGATO’ t-shirt - Page is all smiles as he sheepishly looks up to the cameras following him every step of the way.
Page Killebrew: “A ton of love for Miss Jackie Lee, but it takes more than just love to do this.”
He stops dead in his tracks for a moment, looking down at the ground. With a slight scoff, he brings his hands up to slick back his matted hair. He waits as a few backstage workers pass by him, one even raising up a fist to pend against Killebrew’s, after giving him a solid “Bro.” Page returns the respect pounding it out with the man before his attention returns to the cameras.
Page Killebrew: “You have too want it more than your opponent. You have to want it more than you even thought you wanted it man… So for everyone else trying to qualify tonight it’s time for a little learning. You see I attend the greatest institution for higher learning known as THE University of Washington!”
The shout out evokes a nice reaction from the Seattle crowd. Page gives the camera a small wink before he continues to dress down and educate his potential competition for NPP’s Impure Championship.
Page Killebrew: “So Bro-fessor PK is going to break it down easy… So there was this really smart guy named Bro-crates… Dude was smart, greek too so you know he pledged Kappa Beta Rho… Anyways, dude was so smart everyone wanted to ride his jock under his learning tree.
So one kids comes up talking big shit about how all he wants to do is learn right. So Bro-crates puts this guy on game… He takes his head and shoves it into a nearby pool of water. Dude almost drowns the poor guy… But when Bro-crates pulls his head out of the water, he asked dude what he wanted more than anything when his head was down there. The dude says air right. Then BAM thats when Bro-Crates tells him that when he wants to learn as badly as he wanted air just now… Then he could learn something from him.”
Page picks up his pace again, he walks with a unbreakable confidence evident by the huge smile on his face. He outpaces the cameras, having to look back at the frame before turning around completely.
Page Killebrew: “Moral of the story bros… Is that when you want to win this Impure Championship as badly as I do - Then you can step up to me and try to beat me for it. But that’ll never happen. See, there is no one…. NO ONE on god’s green Earth who’s willing to do whatever and go through whatever to put their name on that belt. And the moment you ever get the slightest feeling that you want this as bad as I do… I’m not hard to find. Come let me know, because I’ll be happy to handle you and serve you up in the ring. Don’t believe me bro…
Ask Jackie Lee what this bro can do in about five minutes…”
Page turns heading deeper into the backstage area, towards the dressing rooms. The camera watching him walk away for a few moments, before returning the feed back to the ring for more action tonight at INFAMY5.
MATCH TWO: 5 MINUTES BEAT THE CLOCK NO DQ
Steven Kingsley vs Caleb Summers
Steven Kingsley vs Caleb Summers
RECAP The clock starts, and just as Jackie had done the match prior, Caleb rushes forward wanting to waste as little time as possible. He manages to catch Kingsley in the face with a running knee lift. Kingsley is taken off his feet and he falls to the canvas. As he gets up, Caleb pushes him against the ropes an whips him across the ring. As Steven bounds back, Caleb scoops him up into a spinning backbreaker! You can almost hear Steven's bones crunch as he arches his back, and lays back down. Caleb bounds for the ropes himself, hitting back and giving Steven a rolling thunder! The crowd is wide-eyed at how fast Caleb is moving, and how much of an impact he's trying to make. He hooks the leg. One...two...kickout! Steven powers out of the pin. Caleb gets him to his feet, grabbing his head. Kingsley pushes him off, whipping Caleb to the ropes himself. Caleb runs back, right into a flapjack from Steven. Kingsley looks at the clock with a smile on his face as it ticks away. Not quite late enough. He gets Caleb to his feet, before kicking him in the midsection. He throws Caleb's arm over his shoulder, before lifting him up into a suplex. But, he keeps him there in the air, stalling. Like, actually stalling because he's trying to run out of the clock. The longest stalled suplex you've ever seen, as Kingsley faces the clock. Unfortunately, Caleb starts to fight back, bringing his knee down and connects with Kingsley's head. This forces Steven to drop Caleb, and Summers lands on his feet. Again he grabs Steven's head and spins him into a neckbreaker. He looks around at all the weapons he has as his disposal. Caleb grabs a chair, holding it above his head as if he was about to crash down on Steven. He holds it there, unable to do so. He can't bring himself to murder someone with a foreign object, and instead, ends up tossing it to the ground, frustrated with himself. It allows Kingsley to get to his feet. He kicks Caleb in the midsection, hoisting him onto his shoulders. He takes a moment to look at the clock again, before rushing forward and powerslamming Caleb right into the turnbuckle. Summers falls to the mat and Steven backs up to the other side of the ring, leaning forward onto his knees. Caleb forces himself onto his feet... but it's too late, the bell sounds and the match is over. He's missed his chance. Caleb looks disappointed, and extends his hand out to Kingsley. Steven pretends he's going to shake it, but instead laughs in Caleb's face, before sliding out of the ring. Steven walks up the ramp, still chuckling to himself. WINNER Steven Kingsley METHOD Time Limit MATCH LENGTH 5:00 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts, quite suddenly, to a logo. A stylized B appears and hangs for a few moments, before shifting slightly. The word “Go” slides up in smaller font above it, while “eyond” slides out beside the B, and viewers are greeted with the full message.
We go to backstage of the Washington Hall in Seattle, the site of tonight’s INFAMY. This is the area set up by the Beyond Corporation for their merchandise tables, the room-length table features an entirely different selection from last week’s broadcast. There are far less weapons, replaced by kitchenware and automobile parts. And standing in front of it are the two familiar Beyond Corporation employees, Operative Beta and Mint Julep Ayano. Mint gives an enthusiastic wave to the camera, while Beta just gives a curt nod.
Mint Julep Ayano: Helllloooooo NPP faithful! Mint Julep and 0B here, and you know what that means! IT’S TIME FOR DEALS, YES?
A pause. She looks to Beta, but he says nothing. She lets out a huff, and responds herself.
Mint Julep Ayano: Yes. Yes it is. Tonight is Beat the Clock themed! At the conclusion of 0B’s match tonight a countdown will begin, lasting five minutes. If you get to the Beyond Corporation merch table in that time, every item will be 50% off! And, if 0B succeeds, that’ll be bumped up to 60! A truly stupendous offer, yes?
She nods to her own query.
Mint Julep Ayano: This great offer is being put up as a sign of thanks to North Pacific Pro for the great opportunity given to Operative Beta. Tonight he steps into the ring with Lexie, who has to defend her place in the Impure Championship Ladder Match, in a Beat the Clock match. Meaning 0B has to win in five minutes to get into the match!
A small pause, as a thought comes to her.
Mint Julep Ayano: Uh, or I think that’s what it is. I’ll be honest I didn’t actually ask or check about that, I’m pretty much just running on assumption here.
She lets out an awkward chuckle, messing with the scarf around her neck, as Beta rolls his eyes behind her.
Mint Julep Ayano: But that’s good, really! Because that’s pressure, big big big pressure, and do you know what 0B does under pressure?
She gives him a quick slap on the back, which he doesn’t register.
Mint Julep Ayano: He stays cool, calm, and collected! The work of an Operative breeds the ability to work under pressure, to keep going and achieve the goal! This match tonight, it’s a mental battlefield built for 0B!
With that exuberant declaration, Mint takes a moment after and then nods to herself, apparently proud of her own words.
Mint Julep Ayano: Not that I’m expecting it to be easy for him. No, no! Lexie is a very talented wrestler, she’s gotten farther in NPP than 0B has managed to, there’s a reason she was put into the Impure Championship match. But there is something I worry about, for her. When she faced LEGATO, the undefeated NPP champion, she talked as if her winning was set in stone. That she simply would win, ignoring the fact of who was across the ring from her. And what happened? She lost. Her complete, overbearing belief that she would succeed ended up shooting her in the foot, in a way.
She absentmindedly scratches at her chin.
Mint Julep Ayano: I’m just saying that I hope she doesn’t have that same feeling going into tonight’s match. Just thinking you’ve already beaten the person before the match starts, that’s a terrible plan. It’s walking around blind to the possibility. That’s the difference between the two, I think. 0B views everything clearly. Possibility of winning, possibility of losing, what he needs to do to ensure victory over loss. I hope she doesn’t come into tonight’s match blind.
She seems to realize she’s just standing around basically talking to herself about analytics of Lexie, and shrugs.
Mint Julep Ayano: I’m sure that won’t be the case though! Besides, tonight’s match has a different air anyway, because of the other stipulation. No DQ! And you know what THAT means, yes?
She walks to the side, reaching off-frame to grab something. She pulls on it, but whatever it is seems to be stubborn, the small woman not really able to move it despite her repeated efforts. With a curse she gives a mighty, all her strength pull...and falls right onto her back with a smack. Beta shakes his head and walks over, his foot moving forward and tapping something.
Mint Julep Ayano: ..oh right the wheel locks...thank you.
She pulls herself up and reaches over again, this time easily able to pull into frame a second long table, wheeled and covered in wrestling weapons. She throws her arms out to indicate the scale of it as she proudly declares.
Mint Julep Ayano: IT’S THE RETURN OF THE BEYOND CORPORATION SPECIAL WEAPONS MERCHANDISE TABLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!
She spins around the table to it’s back, slapping one hand onto it as she points to the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: In a No DQ match tonight? Want a leg up on your opponent? Just want to hit someone with something cuz they’re being a little shit? Come by the Beyond Corporation Weapons Table! We have the best deals on every instrument of bodily destruction you could ever want to use in a pro wrestling ring! So come by and take a look, because you can always do something worse to your rivals, yes?
A pause, as Mint seems to think about something.
Mint Julep Ayano: Except for Lexie, obviously. It’d be really dumb if we sold a weapon to someone that was gonna use it on Beta, yes?
A pause, as the smile fades on Mint’s face as she recalls.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...well, it’d be really dumb to do that AGAIN, at least…speaking of which...
She reaches up and scratches at the side of her head as she thinks about the ongoing issue with Mason Roderick.
Mint Julep Ayano: I’m certain I didn’t put in for that promotional material to air when it did. Certain, certain, certain. But I don’t remember if I even picked a spot or just handed it off...hrm. Still!
She points at the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: Mason, that wasn’t an intentional act. Uh, or I think it wasn’t so at least. Look, the point is, don’t call us an evil corporation! That’s really rude, yes? We just want to sell people useful things, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that, so maybe don’t accuse people of things they aren’t, because how would you feel if I just randomly called you a serial killer or something! You’d think that’s a ridiculous, jerk thing to say, and now you understand how I feel!
She seems to realize that she’s just yelling sort of nonsense now and takes a moment, letting out a sigh.
Mint Julep Ayano: Look, let’s just...maybe try to stay out of each other’s ways? It’s probably better for all of us if we just kept to our own paths instead of shouting at each other. Ok?
She gives a hopeful nod and a smile, before the usual Mint returns as she points to the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: But what’s most important is tonight! Tonight, NPP has seen fit to give 0B an incredible opportunity. For that, we are both very grateful, and I promise that he’ll make the most of it! Tonight, Lexie is going to have a big challenge on her hands. Five minutes with Operative Beta, his way into the Impure Championship match! I believe in him. So don’t miss it, it’s going to be one of the most exciting five minutes you can see this week!
A pause, as that familiar grin comes to her face again.
Mint Julep Ayano: Well...maybe not as exciting as the rush to take advantage of that amazing five minute long deal afterwards will be, yes?
And with that final bit of promotion done she gives a farewell wave, accompanied by another simple nod from Beta, before the camera fades out, only showing the stylized B of the Beyond Corporation for a moment before fading out to elsewhere.
“The following is a paid advertisement by the Beyond Corporation.”
The camera cuts, quite suddenly, to a logo. A stylized B appears and hangs for a few moments, before shifting slightly. The word “Go” slides up in smaller font above it, while “eyond” slides out beside the B, and viewers are greeted with the full message.
“Go Beyond”
We go to backstage of the Washington Hall in Seattle, the site of tonight’s INFAMY. This is the area set up by the Beyond Corporation for their merchandise tables, the room-length table features an entirely different selection from last week’s broadcast. There are far less weapons, replaced by kitchenware and automobile parts. And standing in front of it are the two familiar Beyond Corporation employees, Operative Beta and Mint Julep Ayano. Mint gives an enthusiastic wave to the camera, while Beta just gives a curt nod.
Mint Julep Ayano: Helllloooooo NPP faithful! Mint Julep and 0B here, and you know what that means! IT’S TIME FOR DEALS, YES?
A pause. She looks to Beta, but he says nothing. She lets out a huff, and responds herself.
Mint Julep Ayano: Yes. Yes it is. Tonight is Beat the Clock themed! At the conclusion of 0B’s match tonight a countdown will begin, lasting five minutes. If you get to the Beyond Corporation merch table in that time, every item will be 50% off! And, if 0B succeeds, that’ll be bumped up to 60! A truly stupendous offer, yes?
She nods to her own query.
Mint Julep Ayano: This great offer is being put up as a sign of thanks to North Pacific Pro for the great opportunity given to Operative Beta. Tonight he steps into the ring with Lexie, who has to defend her place in the Impure Championship Ladder Match, in a Beat the Clock match. Meaning 0B has to win in five minutes to get into the match!
A small pause, as a thought comes to her.
Mint Julep Ayano: Uh, or I think that’s what it is. I’ll be honest I didn’t actually ask or check about that, I’m pretty much just running on assumption here.
She lets out an awkward chuckle, messing with the scarf around her neck, as Beta rolls his eyes behind her.
Mint Julep Ayano: But that’s good, really! Because that’s pressure, big big big pressure, and do you know what 0B does under pressure?
She gives him a quick slap on the back, which he doesn’t register.
Mint Julep Ayano: He stays cool, calm, and collected! The work of an Operative breeds the ability to work under pressure, to keep going and achieve the goal! This match tonight, it’s a mental battlefield built for 0B!
With that exuberant declaration, Mint takes a moment after and then nods to herself, apparently proud of her own words.
Mint Julep Ayano: Not that I’m expecting it to be easy for him. No, no! Lexie is a very talented wrestler, she’s gotten farther in NPP than 0B has managed to, there’s a reason she was put into the Impure Championship match. But there is something I worry about, for her. When she faced LEGATO, the undefeated NPP champion, she talked as if her winning was set in stone. That she simply would win, ignoring the fact of who was across the ring from her. And what happened? She lost. Her complete, overbearing belief that she would succeed ended up shooting her in the foot, in a way.
She absentmindedly scratches at her chin.
Mint Julep Ayano: I’m just saying that I hope she doesn’t have that same feeling going into tonight’s match. Just thinking you’ve already beaten the person before the match starts, that’s a terrible plan. It’s walking around blind to the possibility. That’s the difference between the two, I think. 0B views everything clearly. Possibility of winning, possibility of losing, what he needs to do to ensure victory over loss. I hope she doesn’t come into tonight’s match blind.
She seems to realize she’s just standing around basically talking to herself about analytics of Lexie, and shrugs.
Mint Julep Ayano: I’m sure that won’t be the case though! Besides, tonight’s match has a different air anyway, because of the other stipulation. No DQ! And you know what THAT means, yes?
She walks to the side, reaching off-frame to grab something. She pulls on it, but whatever it is seems to be stubborn, the small woman not really able to move it despite her repeated efforts. With a curse she gives a mighty, all her strength pull...and falls right onto her back with a smack. Beta shakes his head and walks over, his foot moving forward and tapping something.
Mint Julep Ayano: ..oh right the wheel locks...thank you.
She pulls herself up and reaches over again, this time easily able to pull into frame a second long table, wheeled and covered in wrestling weapons. She throws her arms out to indicate the scale of it as she proudly declares.
Mint Julep Ayano: IT’S THE RETURN OF THE BEYOND CORPORATION SPECIAL WEAPONS MERCHANDISE TABLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!
She spins around the table to it’s back, slapping one hand onto it as she points to the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: In a No DQ match tonight? Want a leg up on your opponent? Just want to hit someone with something cuz they’re being a little shit? Come by the Beyond Corporation Weapons Table! We have the best deals on every instrument of bodily destruction you could ever want to use in a pro wrestling ring! So come by and take a look, because you can always do something worse to your rivals, yes?
A pause, as Mint seems to think about something.
Mint Julep Ayano: Except for Lexie, obviously. It’d be really dumb if we sold a weapon to someone that was gonna use it on Beta, yes?
A pause, as the smile fades on Mint’s face as she recalls.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...well, it’d be really dumb to do that AGAIN, at least…speaking of which...
She reaches up and scratches at the side of her head as she thinks about the ongoing issue with Mason Roderick.
Mint Julep Ayano: I’m certain I didn’t put in for that promotional material to air when it did. Certain, certain, certain. But I don’t remember if I even picked a spot or just handed it off...hrm. Still!
She points at the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: Mason, that wasn’t an intentional act. Uh, or I think it wasn’t so at least. Look, the point is, don’t call us an evil corporation! That’s really rude, yes? We just want to sell people useful things, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that, so maybe don’t accuse people of things they aren’t, because how would you feel if I just randomly called you a serial killer or something! You’d think that’s a ridiculous, jerk thing to say, and now you understand how I feel!
She seems to realize that she’s just yelling sort of nonsense now and takes a moment, letting out a sigh.
Mint Julep Ayano: Look, let’s just...maybe try to stay out of each other’s ways? It’s probably better for all of us if we just kept to our own paths instead of shouting at each other. Ok?
She gives a hopeful nod and a smile, before the usual Mint returns as she points to the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: But what’s most important is tonight! Tonight, NPP has seen fit to give 0B an incredible opportunity. For that, we are both very grateful, and I promise that he’ll make the most of it! Tonight, Lexie is going to have a big challenge on her hands. Five minutes with Operative Beta, his way into the Impure Championship match! I believe in him. So don’t miss it, it’s going to be one of the most exciting five minutes you can see this week!
A pause, as that familiar grin comes to her face again.
Mint Julep Ayano: Well...maybe not as exciting as the rush to take advantage of that amazing five minute long deal afterwards will be, yes?
And with that final bit of promotion done she gives a farewell wave, accompanied by another simple nod from Beta, before the camera fades out, only showing the stylized B of the Beyond Corporation for a moment before fading out to elsewhere.
MATCH THREE: 5 MINUTE BEAT THE CLOCK NO DQ
Nico Rider vs Xander Jones
Nico Rider vs Xander Jones
RECAP In keeping with the same routine of these five minutes matches, the challenger instantly guns it. Xander slides through Nico's legs and lands on the opposite side of him. He manages to plant Nico with a reverse DDT right onto a chair, the same one Caleb couldn't bring himself to use earlier. Nico rolls over a few times, holding the back of his neck. Xander grabs the chair off the ground himself, placing it on Nico's stomach, before leaping into a standing moonsault that connects. He rolls around the ring for a few seconds, clutching his midsection as well, before crawling over to Nico and trying for a cover. One...two...Kickout! The pair of them battle against one another to their feet. Xander tries to leap into the air for a jumping calf kick that doesn't quite connect. This lets Nico jump and connect with a bulldog. He immediately runs over to Xander's legs, throwing him into a boston crab! Xander yells out, trying his best to get out of it. Either Nico saw Steven Kingsley's strategy earlier, or he came up with it himself, but he seems to be trying to run out the clock with this submission. He knows he can't get Xander to tap this early, but holds it anyway. Unfortunately, Xander is fighting back, turning over to his side little by little, somehow managing to distort Nico's hold enough to force him to let go. He does, though pretty angry about it, so he starts stomping on Xander. Stomp after stomp, while Jones tries his best to fight through it. After some time, he manages to do so, giving Nico a shoulder block to get him to back off. Nico rushes forward though, and leaps into a hurricanraa that sees Xander fly across the ring. Luckily for him, he lands near the ropes, and uses them to get to his feet. Nico helps him up, but receives a tired kick to the midsection, followed by a spike DDT. Xander looks up at the clock and sees that he's running out of time. He knows he can't pull a Jackie Lee, but he's certainly got to do something. He grabs a trash can, and many think he's about to hit Nico - but instead, he throws it on the ground as Nico gets up. Rider lunges for him, but Xander ducks. He slides forward and rolls Nico into a schoolboy...driver? He forces Nico backwards, off his feet, hitting the trashcan, and pinning his shoulders with a schoolboy. The pin seems rather difficult to get out of with the trashcan involved. One...two...three! Rider kicks out a MOMENT too late! Xander jumps up, his arm being raised by the referee, and quickly slides out. Nico is left in the ring, holding the back of his head, wondering what happened and looking rather pissed off. WINNER Xander Jones METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 4:45 FINISHING MOVE Schoolboy |
BACKSTAGE
Lexie gets herself into the building wearing a small pair of shades she immediately discards into her bag when she gets in, closing the door behind her. She’s fully dressed to compete as a statement this week that time was of the essence and she’d gotten ready for her match.Suddenly, Hayden Lazarus approaches, a smirk on his face saying he was up to no good.
Hayden: So, I walk the building, and of all people I run into again… it's Lexie. No chips?
Lexie: Tre moocher. I seriously don’t have time for you tonight. Keeping my mind sharp for my 5 minute match against Operative Beta, duh.
She says trying to motion around him.
Hayden: Aww, come on.
Hayden mockingly laughs.
Hayden: You know, it's a race to the top, and so far, I would say I'm ahead.
Lexie: Wow. Tre arrogant. Anything else you need to brag about?
Lexie says in passing. Hayden thinks for a moment.
Hayden: Actually, yes. I'm Tre chiseled, deadlier than anyone else, and am your future champion. When I sit on the throne, I'll give you a title shot out of good grace.
Lexie: No. I don’t take charity handouts. I’ll earn the title shot and shatter both your ego and your little nuggets with one swift kick. Unless you’re too afraid to take me on no DQ. Especially after what happens to my opponent tonight.
Hayden waves his finger hastily.
Hayden: First, they aren't little. Second, I can take on a no DQ match with you no problem. Have you not seen the carnage I've unleashed on this place?
Lexie: Like a toddler with a tantrum, yes.
She folds her arms.
Hayden: More like a conqueror with intentions. You'll need that mentality to face me.
Lexie: I’ll have MY mentality to win against you.
Hayden appears mildly disappointed as he glances to her.
Hayden: Well, at least you tried.
Lexie: I’ll succeed against you don’t you worry. Anything else or are you done begging for chips like a pigeon?
Hayden: I think I'm done for now. I'll just show it in my actions. Good luck tonight, Lexus…
Hayden laughs and walks away before she can correct him.
Lexie gets herself into the building wearing a small pair of shades she immediately discards into her bag when she gets in, closing the door behind her. She’s fully dressed to compete as a statement this week that time was of the essence and she’d gotten ready for her match.Suddenly, Hayden Lazarus approaches, a smirk on his face saying he was up to no good.
Hayden: So, I walk the building, and of all people I run into again… it's Lexie. No chips?
Lexie: Tre moocher. I seriously don’t have time for you tonight. Keeping my mind sharp for my 5 minute match against Operative Beta, duh.
She says trying to motion around him.
Hayden: Aww, come on.
Hayden mockingly laughs.
Hayden: You know, it's a race to the top, and so far, I would say I'm ahead.
Lexie: Wow. Tre arrogant. Anything else you need to brag about?
Lexie says in passing. Hayden thinks for a moment.
Hayden: Actually, yes. I'm Tre chiseled, deadlier than anyone else, and am your future champion. When I sit on the throne, I'll give you a title shot out of good grace.
Lexie: No. I don’t take charity handouts. I’ll earn the title shot and shatter both your ego and your little nuggets with one swift kick. Unless you’re too afraid to take me on no DQ. Especially after what happens to my opponent tonight.
Hayden waves his finger hastily.
Hayden: First, they aren't little. Second, I can take on a no DQ match with you no problem. Have you not seen the carnage I've unleashed on this place?
Lexie: Like a toddler with a tantrum, yes.
She folds her arms.
Hayden: More like a conqueror with intentions. You'll need that mentality to face me.
Lexie: I’ll have MY mentality to win against you.
Hayden appears mildly disappointed as he glances to her.
Hayden: Well, at least you tried.
Lexie: I’ll succeed against you don’t you worry. Anything else or are you done begging for chips like a pigeon?
Hayden: I think I'm done for now. I'll just show it in my actions. Good luck tonight, Lexus…
Hayden laughs and walks away before she can correct him.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Lexie vs Operative Beta
Lexie vs Operative Beta
RECAP The bell rings and Operative Beta connects with several strikes, pushing her back into the ropes. He goes to whip her across the ring but breaks her back with a pull of her arm, flattening her with a thrust spinebuster! He gets her to her feet and she drops low, dropkicking his right knee. He falls on it, only on one leg now, before Lexie grabs him into a snap side headlock takedown. She gives him several right hands as he's getting to his feet, but manages to battle through. She gives him a few elbows, but OB reaches forward with snake eyes. Lexie holds her eyes, but is given a kick to the gut a moment later. She doubles over, and OB puts her between his legs. A moment later, and he's powerbombing her back down to the mat HARD. He may be the second person tonight to steal a spot in the Impure ladder match. He thought about pinning her right there, but something stopped him. Without warning, the crowd starts having some sort of mixed reaction. Operative Beta looks around at the crowd, before spotting Mason Roderick on the ramp, walking down. The first thing he notices, he's got on a rather interesting shirt. Black, with the red circle and diagonal line through the words "Buy Beyond". As Beta reads them, he's taken aback, and is instantly offended. But his eyes catch the rest of the scene. First, with his right hand Mason is clutching the handle of a small folded table, and with his left, a duffel bag. Mason reaches ringside, setting up the table by it's legs. He unzips the duffel bag, placing various weapons on the small plastic table, with paper prices tags. Mason looks up to Beta, smiling. OB can't believe his eyes, is Mason...creating business competition right HERE? The whole thing bewilders Beta, but the clock is still running. Of course, the event had also caught Lexie's attention. She had gotten to her feet and watched it all played out, plus she wasn't about to take Beta's attention back. Though, as OB snaps out of it, Lexie SMACKS him in the back with a chair. Since Beta is leaning on the ropes, he tumbles through them to the outside, and lands right on the plastic table. It doesn't break like a wooden one, but he collides with it, all the weapons, and tumbles over to the ground. He's there for less than a minute but good news for Lucky Lexie, OB is out of time. WINNER Lexie METHOD Time Limit MATCH LENGTH 5:00 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
RINGSIDE
standing in the middle is none other than Reece Killswitch. He is standing in the ring with a microphone, and behind him are tables that have been set up each covered with photos and memorabilia of The Pretty Committee. The ring posts have balloons attached to them, while streamers hang down from the ring aprons. Confetti drops on the crowd as Reece pulls the microphone up to his mouth and begins to speak.
Reece: Ladies, and gentlemen, My name is Ree- You know who I am. I'm the man, That is going to go on to win his match tonight, qualify for the multi man Impure Title Match. And become your First ever NPP Impure Champion. Because ah, Ya know, Reece Always Comes First.
The crowd boos him at the sound of this, placing a frown on the face of NPP resident d-bag. Killswitch paces around the ring telling the audience to shutup! Screaming at the top of his lungs and jumping around, Reece finally gets the attention of the NPP faithful. He kicks some of the confetti before walking to a podium that has been set up in the middle of the ring, and continuing to talk on the microphone.
Reece: Shutup! You payed to see me wrestle and hear me talk, don't waste your money, by talking over me. Now that you IDIOTS are done, I can continue. ASSSS I was saying, Tonight is a very special night. Not just for Me. Not just for you, But for our guests of honor too. You see. With Infamy only being Five shows in,You guys are already under appreciating one of the better additions to the roster. But lucky for you, and lucky for them R Killy, is putting together this whole celebration for them. I'm throwing a party right here in this ring. A party for the TRUE Heroes of NPP. A celebration for the best Tag Team in NPP. An Appreciation Night For The Pretty Committee, everything they've done for NPP, and everything they will do for it. SO Everyone here tonight, everyone watching at home, And everyone in the back, Stand up and put your hands together for THE PRETTY COMMITTEE!
Bianca Davis and Veronica Taylor walk out from the back to a chorus of boos from the NPP faithful. The boos don't phase them though, as they walk down whilst waving like they're in a beauty pageant. When they get to the ring, Reece walks to the ropes and holds them open as Davis and Taylor step through. He hugs them both, and grabs two chairs for them to sit in, before going back to the podium.
Reece:Well loves I would like to be the first to welcome you to The Pretty Committee appreciation night. I want to thank you for supporting me in that match last week, You two are chock full of ideas. You're totes geniuses. We can Only hope to be half as smart as you all one day.
The boos from the crowd swell up once more, a chant of “This is stupid.” Even starting up. Reece becomes visibly annoyed, as he rolls his eyes and sighs into the microphone. He shakes his head and “Shushes” the crowd.
Reece: You're right. This IS stupid. The fact that I put in a lot of time and energy for this celebration, and you all are blowing it off. That's very stupid. You know what I had a lot planned. I had a song, an interpretive dance. But Seems like you all are getting antsy. So we,ll skip to the good part. I made a list of why The Pretty Committee is wrestling's best Tag Team and I'm going to read that list now.
Killswitch reaches underneath the podium and pulls out a tied scroll. After pulling off the ribbon, the scroll unravels and drops to the ring canvas. But not only that, the scroll then unravels more before rolling out of the ring completely.
Reece: Lets get started we've got a lot to cover. Reason One of why The Pretty Committee is the best Tag Team in wrestling: They're totes hot. Reason Two of why the Pretty Committee is the best Tag Team in wrestling: No one else can-
Suddenly the crowd begins to make a lot of commotion, causing Reece to stop reading and look up.
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: REECE KILLSWITCH
CC: INFAMY
SUBJECT: APPRECIATION NIGHT
HELLO.
MR.KILLSWITCH
PLEASE WRAP THIS UP.
WE HAVE A WHOLE SHOW TO GET TO.
THANK YOU
The crowd cheers loudly at the message, as the cameras cut to the face of Reece, who is standing there fuming.
standing in the middle is none other than Reece Killswitch. He is standing in the ring with a microphone, and behind him are tables that have been set up each covered with photos and memorabilia of The Pretty Committee. The ring posts have balloons attached to them, while streamers hang down from the ring aprons. Confetti drops on the crowd as Reece pulls the microphone up to his mouth and begins to speak.
Reece: Ladies, and gentlemen, My name is Ree- You know who I am. I'm the man, That is going to go on to win his match tonight, qualify for the multi man Impure Title Match. And become your First ever NPP Impure Champion. Because ah, Ya know, Reece Always Comes First.
The crowd boos him at the sound of this, placing a frown on the face of NPP resident d-bag. Killswitch paces around the ring telling the audience to shutup! Screaming at the top of his lungs and jumping around, Reece finally gets the attention of the NPP faithful. He kicks some of the confetti before walking to a podium that has been set up in the middle of the ring, and continuing to talk on the microphone.
Reece: Shutup! You payed to see me wrestle and hear me talk, don't waste your money, by talking over me. Now that you IDIOTS are done, I can continue. ASSSS I was saying, Tonight is a very special night. Not just for Me. Not just for you, But for our guests of honor too. You see. With Infamy only being Five shows in,You guys are already under appreciating one of the better additions to the roster. But lucky for you, and lucky for them R Killy, is putting together this whole celebration for them. I'm throwing a party right here in this ring. A party for the TRUE Heroes of NPP. A celebration for the best Tag Team in NPP. An Appreciation Night For The Pretty Committee, everything they've done for NPP, and everything they will do for it. SO Everyone here tonight, everyone watching at home, And everyone in the back, Stand up and put your hands together for THE PRETTY COMMITTEE!
Bianca Davis and Veronica Taylor walk out from the back to a chorus of boos from the NPP faithful. The boos don't phase them though, as they walk down whilst waving like they're in a beauty pageant. When they get to the ring, Reece walks to the ropes and holds them open as Davis and Taylor step through. He hugs them both, and grabs two chairs for them to sit in, before going back to the podium.
Reece:Well loves I would like to be the first to welcome you to The Pretty Committee appreciation night. I want to thank you for supporting me in that match last week, You two are chock full of ideas. You're totes geniuses. We can Only hope to be half as smart as you all one day.
The boos from the crowd swell up once more, a chant of “This is stupid.” Even starting up. Reece becomes visibly annoyed, as he rolls his eyes and sighs into the microphone. He shakes his head and “Shushes” the crowd.
Reece: You're right. This IS stupid. The fact that I put in a lot of time and energy for this celebration, and you all are blowing it off. That's very stupid. You know what I had a lot planned. I had a song, an interpretive dance. But Seems like you all are getting antsy. So we,ll skip to the good part. I made a list of why The Pretty Committee is wrestling's best Tag Team and I'm going to read that list now.
Killswitch reaches underneath the podium and pulls out a tied scroll. After pulling off the ribbon, the scroll unravels and drops to the ring canvas. But not only that, the scroll then unravels more before rolling out of the ring completely.
Reece: Lets get started we've got a lot to cover. Reason One of why The Pretty Committee is the best Tag Team in wrestling: They're totes hot. Reason Two of why the Pretty Committee is the best Tag Team in wrestling: No one else can-
Suddenly the crowd begins to make a lot of commotion, causing Reece to stop reading and look up.
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: REECE KILLSWITCH
CC: INFAMY
SUBJECT: APPRECIATION NIGHT
HELLO.
MR.KILLSWITCH
PLEASE WRAP THIS UP.
WE HAVE A WHOLE SHOW TO GET TO.
THANK YOU
The crowd cheers loudly at the message, as the cameras cut to the face of Reece, who is standing there fuming.
MATCH FIVE: FIVE MINUTE BEAT THE CLOCK NO DQ
Caim McCallaghan vs Reece Killswitch
Caim McCallaghan vs Reece Killswitch
RECAP Reece is already out at the ring after being told to knock it off by the commissioner. Of course, he's still fuming and making faces. The Pretty Committee are still at ringside. Caim's music hits and he looks down at the ring. Reece looks less than thrilled as Caim makes his way down, smirking all the while. As he gets down to the apron, none other than CROY CALHOUN sprints from the back! He's holding a light tube in his hands, the same one that Caim had hit him with weeks ago! Well not the SAME one, because it's shattered, but the same type. Caim doesn't quite make it into the ring just yet before Croy SHATTERS it over his head on the outside of the ring. Caim is caught completely off guard and slumps to the floor. He lifts Caim onto his feet, and smashes him in the face with a Hey Man, Nice Shot (Ripcord Knee). Caim is out of it, on the floor, we haven't seen Caim like this before. Come to think of it, we haven't seen CROY like this before. It's not like him to attack people, but the NPP Faithful seem to be making an exception as they cheer him. He slides Caim into the ring... ...and the bell rings! Reece is CONFUSED. He looks to PC at ringside, bewildered beyond belief. A moment later he realizes the clock is counting! He rushes over to the turnbuckle and climbs it quick as fuck. He leaps, landing a Drop It Like It's Hot (Flying elbow with weighted pads), hooking the leg for the three count. The NPP Faithful are stunned, but cheering that Croy has gotten Caim kicked from the match. Hell, Reece himself is stunned as his arm is raised, but he's overjoyed. PC enter the ring to celebrate with him. Croy jumps the barricade, making his way through the crowd to the NPP Faithful patting him on his back as he looks back at the ring. He'd done what he set out to do. WINNER Reece Killswitch METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH :12 FINISHING MOVE Drop It Like It's Hot (Elbow Drop with Weighted Pads) |
BACKSTAGE
The room shown on the screen was painted in a neutral white. There was nothing to distract the viewer. Not until the camera made a sharp left turn. In the distance an empty black stool with a barbwire baseball bat resting on it was shown. The clicking noise of heels was hollering through the otherwise empty room as a figure entered the scene. Lara Chambers. She took her favourite toy in her hands before sitting down, smiling. The camera would slowly come closer.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Do I fulfill all the things you heard about me? Or better said the things you have made up about me. I will not say that everything is a lie -- but many things are. Once upon a time I have been labeled the dream of people. But these days they rather wanna label me a nightmare. And while I could be offended, it actually brings a smile to my face. You ain’t seen nothing yet. Most of the time when you thought my actions were ruthless, I was actually holding back. Ask Kurt how his head feels. Or don’t ask him because he will complain either way. But look at the Infamy card folks. Main Event. Again. And I can assure you that without the little push we have been giving -- it wouldn’t have been possible for him. So instead of crying he could show some thankfulness.
She slowly licked over her lips while her hazel eyes focused on the bat. In a slow and almost graceful manner she put it in front of her feet.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
I have been gentle to the North Pacific Pro roster. I have given them the chance to achieve greatness, yet most of them failed. They are so scared of what is to come that they rather stick with being mediocre. Look at you, Croy Calhoun. A smart boy. He could be considered the full package. Talent, looks and… . And this is where the problem rests. There is no fire. The crowd probably has been fooled when he stepped up for Newman the other week -- but he didn’t fulfill his purpose. He made sure his buddy won, but what did he really prove? Nothing. You didn’t finish the job, love. And that is what leaves a huge problem for you this week at Infamy. You have caught my interest which can be a real pleasure. But I don’t think you are quite ready for that. Neither is your little piece of arm candy. My bad, the NPP ring announcer. She talks quite the tough game. Applause for that.
Lara kicked the bat further away from herself.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
But even after all these weeks you still don’t get it. And she doesn’t either. I have been walking into companies since my first day on the job -- and I impressed people. I didn’t need a weapon to do so. I know it is easier to paint me a talentless, big titted slut than see me for what I truly am. A competitor. And a damn good one if I may point that out. I am not going to count up all the titles I have won -- but you are free to watch my previous wrestling matches. Or maybe my Mixed Martial Art fights? My resume is a lot bigger than the years you have lived on this beautiful planet. I could sit here being highly offended you fall so low that you have to pull tantrums and stomp your foot -- of course all behind a phone screen. But I am not. It just proves my point when it comes to this industry. Before it used to be about substance and skills. Not who has the most followers on social media or who gets the most attention. Do you remember that era, Croy?
With a few quick moves she moved her curly hair up in a ponytail. A few locks immediately falling free, tickling her cheek.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Of course you don’t. Wrestling isn’t a pretty business. Unless you count all the thots and wannabe models entering the scene now. No. It is about who can show dominance when it matters. And even more important, who can keep it up. It is one thing to get someone down, darling. But it takes a real fighter to keep them down, make them submit. And even though you have not figure it out yet, you will. It will set you free in ways you can’t even imagine. There is nothing dirty about taking what you want, Croy. In the end it is all about results. And for management it is about ratings and selling their product. You ever ask yourself why the anonymous owner of North Pacific Pro offered me a contract? Despite all the chaos I cause on each show, I give the people what they want. A person to hate. A person to admire. And on top a woman that doesn’t take shit from anyone. So belittle me. Try to ignore me. But I will come for you and whatever you hold dear.
Lara got up slowly and kicked over the stool. She stood there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Once more smiling.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Soon enough there is nothing to worry about anymore. I will take care of you, Croy. Promise.
Lights out. Darkness.
The room shown on the screen was painted in a neutral white. There was nothing to distract the viewer. Not until the camera made a sharp left turn. In the distance an empty black stool with a barbwire baseball bat resting on it was shown. The clicking noise of heels was hollering through the otherwise empty room as a figure entered the scene. Lara Chambers. She took her favourite toy in her hands before sitting down, smiling. The camera would slowly come closer.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Do I fulfill all the things you heard about me? Or better said the things you have made up about me. I will not say that everything is a lie -- but many things are. Once upon a time I have been labeled the dream of people. But these days they rather wanna label me a nightmare. And while I could be offended, it actually brings a smile to my face. You ain’t seen nothing yet. Most of the time when you thought my actions were ruthless, I was actually holding back. Ask Kurt how his head feels. Or don’t ask him because he will complain either way. But look at the Infamy card folks. Main Event. Again. And I can assure you that without the little push we have been giving -- it wouldn’t have been possible for him. So instead of crying he could show some thankfulness.
She slowly licked over her lips while her hazel eyes focused on the bat. In a slow and almost graceful manner she put it in front of her feet.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
I have been gentle to the North Pacific Pro roster. I have given them the chance to achieve greatness, yet most of them failed. They are so scared of what is to come that they rather stick with being mediocre. Look at you, Croy Calhoun. A smart boy. He could be considered the full package. Talent, looks and… . And this is where the problem rests. There is no fire. The crowd probably has been fooled when he stepped up for Newman the other week -- but he didn’t fulfill his purpose. He made sure his buddy won, but what did he really prove? Nothing. You didn’t finish the job, love. And that is what leaves a huge problem for you this week at Infamy. You have caught my interest which can be a real pleasure. But I don’t think you are quite ready for that. Neither is your little piece of arm candy. My bad, the NPP ring announcer. She talks quite the tough game. Applause for that.
Lara kicked the bat further away from herself.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
But even after all these weeks you still don’t get it. And she doesn’t either. I have been walking into companies since my first day on the job -- and I impressed people. I didn’t need a weapon to do so. I know it is easier to paint me a talentless, big titted slut than see me for what I truly am. A competitor. And a damn good one if I may point that out. I am not going to count up all the titles I have won -- but you are free to watch my previous wrestling matches. Or maybe my Mixed Martial Art fights? My resume is a lot bigger than the years you have lived on this beautiful planet. I could sit here being highly offended you fall so low that you have to pull tantrums and stomp your foot -- of course all behind a phone screen. But I am not. It just proves my point when it comes to this industry. Before it used to be about substance and skills. Not who has the most followers on social media or who gets the most attention. Do you remember that era, Croy?
With a few quick moves she moved her curly hair up in a ponytail. A few locks immediately falling free, tickling her cheek.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Of course you don’t. Wrestling isn’t a pretty business. Unless you count all the thots and wannabe models entering the scene now. No. It is about who can show dominance when it matters. And even more important, who can keep it up. It is one thing to get someone down, darling. But it takes a real fighter to keep them down, make them submit. And even though you have not figure it out yet, you will. It will set you free in ways you can’t even imagine. There is nothing dirty about taking what you want, Croy. In the end it is all about results. And for management it is about ratings and selling their product. You ever ask yourself why the anonymous owner of North Pacific Pro offered me a contract? Despite all the chaos I cause on each show, I give the people what they want. A person to hate. A person to admire. And on top a woman that doesn’t take shit from anyone. So belittle me. Try to ignore me. But I will come for you and whatever you hold dear.
Lara got up slowly and kicked over the stool. She stood there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Once more smiling.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Soon enough there is nothing to worry about anymore. I will take care of you, Croy. Promise.
Lights out. Darkness.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Tajnia Mustafi vs Tiffany
Tajnia Mustafi vs Tiffany
RECAP As the two look at each other from across the ring, you can see the determination in their eyes. Tajnia has been impressive since INFAMY one, and looks to continue that heading into The Darkest Day, whatever it may hold for her. Tiffany manages to look just as driven, despite being on a losing streak. She knows all it takes is one good match to turn her luck around. The bell rings and the two tie up, with Tajnia ending up behind Tiffany. She transitions into a DDT position, but Tiffany spins out. She grabs hold of Tajnia's arm, twisting it and straight kicking it. Mustafi yells out, and clutches her arm, turning away from Tiffany. Tiffany tries to capitalize, running up to Mustafi and again grabbing her arm. But Mustafi gives her a hard elbow to the mouth that backs Tiffany up to the ropes. She uses the ropes to her advantage, springboarding off into a bulldog. She darts to her feet, leaping up into the air and landing a standing dropkick. As Tajnia's legs bounce up, Tiffany reaches forward and grabs one, hooking it from the seated legdrop position. One...kickout! Tajnia powers out, and the two battle up to their feet. Mustafi is caught off guard by Tiffany's agility, and will need to shift her game plan. They tie up again, this time Mustafi getting the better of the exchange again, but again using the DDT position. She brings a knee up, kneeing Tiffany in the face. Tiffany stumbles, holding her mouth in pain. Tajnia grabs her from behind locking in a standing dragon sleeper. Tiffany yells out, and Tajnia goes even lower and applies more pressure. Tiffany is swinging wildly, and connecting with a few, Mustafi knows she can't hold on for long. She releases Tiffany upwards, nailing her with a regalplex. Mustafi keeps Tiffany's legs rolled for a pin. One...tw-kickout! Tiffany isn't going to go that easily, thrusting her legs upwards and outwards. As they get to their feet again, Mustafi starts throwing rights. They land, but Tiffany begins to block them, and then lands a large chop to Tajnia. She follows it up with a second one, before lifting her leg into an enzuigiri. As Tajnia begins to stir and push herself up, Tiffany rushes to the ropes, bounding off and coming back into a crossbody! She doesn't stay down and keep the pin, knowing well that Tajnia isn't going to be put away with a mere crossbody. Tiffany points to the top rope, Babe Ruth style, and the NPP Faithful start cheering. She quickly climbs up to the top rope, turning around. Mustafi has already gotten on her feet though. Tiffany flies through the air, landing with a molly-go-round. One...two...kickout! Tajnia still manages to kick out. She helps Tajnia to her feet, landing a few right hands. She goes for a lariat, but Tajnia performs her matrix eversion the NPP Faithful have come to expect from her. They cheer! Tajnia stands back up, giving Tiffany a swift kick to the midsection. She hoists Tiffany on top of her shoulders, into a fireman's carry. She keeps hold of Tiffany though, rolling over and clutching the leg as she does. From there, Mustafi gives her a double knee gutbuster! Tajnia rushes over, getting onto the ground and locking in her famous Venus de Milo(cattle mutilation). Tiffany screams out in pain and tries to escape, but she can't move anywhere. Still, she isn't giving up. She reaches out for the ropes but no avail, tries to rock herself but it only puts more strain on the hold. Eventually, she has no choice but to tap, much to her dismay. WINNER Tajnia Mustafi METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 6:32 FINISHING MOVE Venus de Milo (Cattle Mutilation) |
BACKSTAGE
: "Oh my gosh. My eyeliner is on point today."
The camera focuses in on the mirror of a compact, where a pair of brown eyes belonging to a woman is seen in its reflection. Gradually zooming out, more parts of the woman becomes visible; from her sparkly leather jacket to the distinctive pnk and purple locks on her head. Soon, a blonde woman comes over and takes a look at the reflection.
Blonde Woman: "Oooooh. Someone's looking sharp today!
Shortly after, two more women join them.
Woman One: "A shistar's wing is looking snatched."
Woman Two: "Mila, you always look so good. Like, if there's ever a day where you even look less than perfect, I think I'll die."
Closing the compact, Mila Ainsley turns around to face the group of women flanking her. The recent addition to the North Pro roster has a smirk on her face as she looks at her entourage consisting of Chardonnay Jackson, Fatima Walker and Nicole Guiterrez, respectively.
Mila Ainsley: "Well thanks, girls. Then again, you're all obligated to tell me that I look good all the time. Nothing less."
The four of them giggle.
Mila Ainsley: "But seriously, this has been a long time coming. North Pro actually had the sense to pick me to join them, and I can't wait for when I have my first match here. This place is still fairly new, but they could use someone like me."
Nicole Guiterrez: "Yeah! You're talented..."
Fatima Walker: "Cunning..."
Chardonnay Jackson: "And helllaaaaa stunning. Like, wifey material."
Mila Ainsley: "What can I say? I'm just perfect. There's no one else like me, especially when compared to everyone else here."
Once more, the four women share some laughter and a few more idle talk that pretty much puts Mila on a high pedestal.
Mila Ainsley: "Enough rambling, though. Looks like we've got a show to watch. Let's go and see the pathetic competition I'll get to stomp out sooner or later."
Mila's entourage nod their heads excitedly, like a group of middle school girls flocking behind their leader. They all head off and leave the backstage area to catch up on more of the action.
: "Oh my gosh. My eyeliner is on point today."
The camera focuses in on the mirror of a compact, where a pair of brown eyes belonging to a woman is seen in its reflection. Gradually zooming out, more parts of the woman becomes visible; from her sparkly leather jacket to the distinctive pnk and purple locks on her head. Soon, a blonde woman comes over and takes a look at the reflection.
Blonde Woman: "Oooooh. Someone's looking sharp today!
Shortly after, two more women join them.
Woman One: "A shistar's wing is looking snatched."
Woman Two: "Mila, you always look so good. Like, if there's ever a day where you even look less than perfect, I think I'll die."
Closing the compact, Mila Ainsley turns around to face the group of women flanking her. The recent addition to the North Pro roster has a smirk on her face as she looks at her entourage consisting of Chardonnay Jackson, Fatima Walker and Nicole Guiterrez, respectively.
Mila Ainsley: "Well thanks, girls. Then again, you're all obligated to tell me that I look good all the time. Nothing less."
The four of them giggle.
Mila Ainsley: "But seriously, this has been a long time coming. North Pro actually had the sense to pick me to join them, and I can't wait for when I have my first match here. This place is still fairly new, but they could use someone like me."
Nicole Guiterrez: "Yeah! You're talented..."
Fatima Walker: "Cunning..."
Chardonnay Jackson: "And helllaaaaa stunning. Like, wifey material."
Mila Ainsley: "What can I say? I'm just perfect. There's no one else like me, especially when compared to everyone else here."
Once more, the four women share some laughter and a few more idle talk that pretty much puts Mila on a high pedestal.
Mila Ainsley: "Enough rambling, though. Looks like we've got a show to watch. Let's go and see the pathetic competition I'll get to stomp out sooner or later."
Mila's entourage nod their heads excitedly, like a group of middle school girls flocking behind their leader. They all head off and leave the backstage area to catch up on more of the action.