Post by Commissioner on Jan 1, 2020 4:34:34 GMT
Live from Washington Hall - Seattle, Washington.
01 August 2018.
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts backstage as Mason Roderick stood behind his little row of card tables. One loaded with weapons another with hats, shirts and various collectibles. Granted they were cheaper versions of those that could be bought from Mint and Beta but the catch. It was all free.
Mason: Why continue to put up with Buy Beyond’s prices when you can save all that hard earned money and “Take with Mase”. Yes Ladies and Gentlemen you see something you want...take it. It's yours! Ahh you sir. Please stopover.
The camera pans to Xander Jones as he passed.
Mason: You're in the big Five Way ladder match correct?
X: Yeah that's right.
Mason: Well those matches can get pretty dirty and your competitors even dirtier. Why not pick up a little something from my weapons table. Just take it.
X: Mason Roderick right? You're the one trying to make havoc for Buy Beyond. Mint Julep hates you man.
Mason: Yeah well she’ll hate me even more after I beat her boy. Now back to your “Sale".
X: I appreciate the offer Mason but I’m going to pass. Plus I think you have some real shoppers coming in.
Xander looked back as some people walked down the hall eyeing his table. All they needed to see was the “Free" sign and it was over. X patted Mason on the arm as he walked off.
Mason: Welcome to Take With Mase everyone. Just take anything you want here. Now if you excuse me. I have a match.
Mason left a little sign on the table and walked away. The camera zoomed in reading. “Save your money. Take With Mase.”
The camera cuts backstage as Mason Roderick stood behind his little row of card tables. One loaded with weapons another with hats, shirts and various collectibles. Granted they were cheaper versions of those that could be bought from Mint and Beta but the catch. It was all free.
Mason: Why continue to put up with Buy Beyond’s prices when you can save all that hard earned money and “Take with Mase”. Yes Ladies and Gentlemen you see something you want...take it. It's yours! Ahh you sir. Please stopover.
The camera pans to Xander Jones as he passed.
Mason: You're in the big Five Way ladder match correct?
X: Yeah that's right.
Mason: Well those matches can get pretty dirty and your competitors even dirtier. Why not pick up a little something from my weapons table. Just take it.
X: Mason Roderick right? You're the one trying to make havoc for Buy Beyond. Mint Julep hates you man.
Mason: Yeah well she’ll hate me even more after I beat her boy. Now back to your “Sale".
X: I appreciate the offer Mason but I’m going to pass. Plus I think you have some real shoppers coming in.
Xander looked back as some people walked down the hall eyeing his table. All they needed to see was the “Free" sign and it was over. X patted Mason on the arm as he walked off.
Mason: Welcome to Take With Mase everyone. Just take anything you want here. Now if you excuse me. I have a match.
Mason left a little sign on the table and walked away. The camera zoomed in reading. “Save your money. Take With Mase.”
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Jackie Lee vs Tiffany
Jackie Lee vs Tiffany
RECAP The two start by trying to trade blows, though they're both pretty much blocking the other has they throw. Jackie goes in for a lock up, which she spins around to put herself behind Tiffany. Jackie lifts Tiffany into the air for a backdrop, but Tiffany floats over into a backflip and lands on her feet. As Jackie spins around, Tiffany tries to land a kick right to her face but Jackie ducks. Instead, she grabs hold of Tiffany and whips her towards the ropes. As Tiffany bounds back she jumps into a back handspring tilt-a-whirl headscissors she calls Orlando's Grace! Which gets a big reaction from the NPP Faithful. She takes a moment to wave to the crowd as she gets up. Jackie kips up, and when Tiffany comes to capitalize, Lee is waiting. She instantly fires off a number of chops at rapid speed, and all Tiffany can do is eat them all, getting pushed back further into the corner. Jackie leaves her slouched in the corner before taking steps back, running and hitting a dropkick to the cornered Tiffany, which sees her fall out of the corner. Tiffany gets up and is caught with a spinning arm drag from Jackie. Tiffany is able to roll through this one and end up on her feet, but she doesn't have much time to think about moving out of the way before she's caught in the jaw with a spinning backfist! Jackie lays across her. One...two...Kickout! Although that fist seemed mighty painful, Tiffany is able to kick out. Jackie helps Tiffany to her feet, not wanting to waste any time. She gives Tiffany a few right hands, getting her against the ropes. Tiffany raises a knee to Jackie's gut. She doubles over and begins to stumble in the opposite direction, giving Tiffany the perfect opportunity to hit a springboard bulldog. Jackie gets up, clutching her nose but pushing through the pain. As Tiffany walks towards her she drives her head forward into a Headstrong Style headbutt that takes Tiffany off her feet. Just as Jackie had done, Tiffany tries her best to push through the pain and gets to her feet, only to be hit with a european uppercut that again takes her off her feet. Jackie doesn't go after her though, she slumps into the corner for a moment, catching her breath and waits for Tiffany to get to her feet. On the other side of the ring, once Tiffany is up she looks right at Jackie. The two gals almost nod to one another, knowing that one of them is going to have to come closer. Tiffany runs towards Jackie, but she LEAPS into the air, jumping over Tiffany completely. Tiffany continues on the same route, ducking underneath and hitting the opposite side of the ring. Jackie turns around just as Tiffany is rushing back - when Tiffany nails the I-4! The crowd erupts as Tiffany lays there for maybe a total of two seconds, but feels like forever. She takes quick, and deep breaths, before turning Jackie over and hooking her leg. One...two...three! The bell rings and the crowd begins a "TIF-FAN-Y" chant. She gets to her feet and her hand is raised, looking to be on the verge of tears. She may not have won a title or anything, but her losing streak had ended. Tiffany leans on the ropes, pointing out to the crowd. Of course, although her streak has ended, it means that Jackie's continues. She looks back to Jackie who is using the ropes to get to her feet. Tiffany looks over to her, extending a hand. Jackie looks disappointed, but of course the country gal shakes Tiffany's hand. Tiffany raises Jackie's hand to the sky as well, and the NPP Faithful cheer the pair on. Jackie's frown takes a small turn, at least relishing in the cheers for now. WINNER Tiffany METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:36 FINISHING MOVE The I-4 (Running Front Flip DDT) |
BACKSTAGE
We currently find Lexie finished getting changed into her ring gear whille she rewatches her TLC match against LEGATO clearly to intensify her hunger and drive to win a title tonight. As Lexie is going through her pre match plans, Reece killswitch barges into the lockerroom arms wide open.
Reece: Honey Im home!
The cocky Highflyer struts in and sits down and watches the clips of Lexie’s and LEGATO’s TLC match. He watches with a furrowed brows and a frown on his face. After a few moments of the video have passed, Killswitch rolls his eyes and groans.
Reece: OHMYGOD. Why are you watching this match. This guy isnt even that good. I mean, Yeah he beat me. And you. And. You know what! None of that matters. The point is Hes not even that good. You know what is good? How your butt looks in this video mama. Cameraman did ya justice. Speaking of Justice though, Its about time for me to finally claim a top prize in this company. Finally time for the conspiracies to end. Its finally time for Reece to be put on a pedestal. Im glad youre in the match babe. You get to be up close and personal-”
Reece says this as he raises his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner, and then winks at the girl.
Reece: When I win The Championship that should have just beem handed to me anyway. You must be real excited. huh?
Lexie: Wrong.
She quickly snaps back a little and turns to face him so her butt is out of his view and reach.
Lexie: I'm not letting you near MY title. Climb that ladder and I'll send you crashing to the outside. Make a comment about my butt again and I'll shove the ladder right up yours. Capiche?
She says with a fold of her arms. Reece blinks a few times a frown on his face but only for a second, Soon his goofy smile returns and he nods his head at Lexie. He puts his arms around the girl but then quickly removes it after being reminded of the last altercation he had with the young woman.
Reece: I might have to let you win tonight babe.Or at least let you get close. The view of you going up the ladder. How do you say, RATINGS BOOSTER. If you catch my drift. But relax girl take it easy. Ladder matches are where I can do my thing. I can fly high and snatch the belt, Or get down dirty and hardcore. Anything goes. Just like me after a few drinks. So dont worry your pretty little head. The Reece Man is going to shine. And Im not just talking about that Championship.
Lexie: Then shine somewhere else. I'm getting ready for my match. .
Reece chuckles as he walks to the door. The Hardcore wrestler turns towards Lexie one final time.
Reece: Whatever babe. Just have a kiss ready for me after I win this match. I wont hurt you too bad.
Killswitch blows lexie a kiss and walks out of the locker room laughing loud. Lexie catches the kiss and smooshes it into the table beside her to end the feed.
We currently find Lexie finished getting changed into her ring gear whille she rewatches her TLC match against LEGATO clearly to intensify her hunger and drive to win a title tonight. As Lexie is going through her pre match plans, Reece killswitch barges into the lockerroom arms wide open.
Reece: Honey Im home!
The cocky Highflyer struts in and sits down and watches the clips of Lexie’s and LEGATO’s TLC match. He watches with a furrowed brows and a frown on his face. After a few moments of the video have passed, Killswitch rolls his eyes and groans.
Reece: OHMYGOD. Why are you watching this match. This guy isnt even that good. I mean, Yeah he beat me. And you. And. You know what! None of that matters. The point is Hes not even that good. You know what is good? How your butt looks in this video mama. Cameraman did ya justice. Speaking of Justice though, Its about time for me to finally claim a top prize in this company. Finally time for the conspiracies to end. Its finally time for Reece to be put on a pedestal. Im glad youre in the match babe. You get to be up close and personal-”
Reece says this as he raises his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner, and then winks at the girl.
Reece: When I win The Championship that should have just beem handed to me anyway. You must be real excited. huh?
Lexie: Wrong.
She quickly snaps back a little and turns to face him so her butt is out of his view and reach.
Lexie: I'm not letting you near MY title. Climb that ladder and I'll send you crashing to the outside. Make a comment about my butt again and I'll shove the ladder right up yours. Capiche?
She says with a fold of her arms. Reece blinks a few times a frown on his face but only for a second, Soon his goofy smile returns and he nods his head at Lexie. He puts his arms around the girl but then quickly removes it after being reminded of the last altercation he had with the young woman.
Reece: I might have to let you win tonight babe.Or at least let you get close. The view of you going up the ladder. How do you say, RATINGS BOOSTER. If you catch my drift. But relax girl take it easy. Ladder matches are where I can do my thing. I can fly high and snatch the belt, Or get down dirty and hardcore. Anything goes. Just like me after a few drinks. So dont worry your pretty little head. The Reece Man is going to shine. And Im not just talking about that Championship.
Lexie: Then shine somewhere else. I'm getting ready for my match. .
Reece chuckles as he walks to the door. The Hardcore wrestler turns towards Lexie one final time.
Reece: Whatever babe. Just have a kiss ready for me after I win this match. I wont hurt you too bad.
Killswitch blows lexie a kiss and walks out of the locker room laughing loud. Lexie catches the kiss and smooshes it into the table beside her to end the feed.
BACKSTAGE
Darkness.
Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard. Just the unending, unstoppable darkness. That is all that is seen for a few long, excruciating moments, before a female voice begins to speak, tone low and intense.
And then a light appears. Suddenly shining in the center of the frame is a flashlight, blazing a light through the darkness. It moves upward and illuminates the face of...Mint Julep Ayano?
Mint Julep Ayano: So why not illuminate that day with a Beyond Corporation Flashlight!
And the lights around her switch on, revealing that we’re backstage in the Washington Hall of Seattle, Washington, where the massive Beyond Corporation Merchandise Table is set up for the night. And standing in front of it, as ever, is Mint Julep Ayano. Operative Beta stands behind her, hands clasped behind his back, while Mint grins to the camera and gives a wave.
Mint Julep Ayano: Good evening! This is quite the momentous night, yes? NPP’s first ever supershow! So much on the line, so many achievements for people to make, it’s an exciting time! And even Operative Beta has managed to get in on the supershow action, though I wish it was a different way.
She lets out a sigh.
Mint Julep Ayano: Mason Roderick. I’m not sure what part made him decide to be so angry towards us. He was mad at us after the first show, when all we did was sell him a weapon that WORKED on BETA, so I’ve...always been confused about that. And then there was me hitting him with the tray, and I’ve apologized for that...actually do feel bad about it...and then the ad airing when he wanted to cut a promo and I’m still sure I didn’t schedule it for then but…
She shakes her head. As she’s doing that from out of frame steps one of the people usually manning the merchandise table, clad in a shirt with the Beyond Corporation logo emblazoned on it.
Worker: Uh, ma’am?
Mint looks back, tilting her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: Yah?
Worker: I was out and I saw what Mason has set up.
Mint Julep Ayano: Ohhhh? Tell me!
She leans herself back, curving her back to bring her head over to the worker’s mouth so he can whisper what he saw to her. As he does Mint’s expression shifts a bit, growing a bit exasperated. When she leans herself back up to a proper stand she shakes her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: A free table? That’s it? Just a bunch of stuff being given away?
She looks back to the worker.
Mint Julep Ayano: Was it that plastic table again?
He nods and she lets out a “tch.”
Mint Julep Ayano: So he’s doing the easiest, no frills bullshit setup that doesn’t cost him hardly anything so he can pat himself on the back and look good without actually losing much money.
She reaches out and pats the worker on the shoulder, sincerely thanking him for the information before looking to Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s rather annoying, yes?
Beta just shrugs his shoulders and Mint sighs, looking back to the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: You know, I’m sure he’ll find a way to twist my feelings about this. I’m angry that things are being given away instead of bought because I’m eeeeeevil! Well, you want to know what crinkles my receipts about this? Not the fact that it’s giving things away for free, or that he’s trying to compete with us. It’s because he’s doing it for himself.
An odd statement that she lets sit for a few moments before continuing on.
Mint Julep Ayano: He’s not doing this because he wants to give things to people, he’s not trying to improve anyone’s day by offering up free stuff. He’s not doing this to save people from buying things from an “evil” corporation. He’s doing this because he’s mad about something. Because...I dunno, an ad aired when he wanted to speak, or I hit him with the tray, he’s mad at people. He wants to set this up as a middle finger to us, to feel really good about himself by “sticking it to the evil” or whatever. Not because he gives a single shit about the people who’ll want his stuff. But for himself.
She shrugs.
Mint Julep Ayano: He won’t believe it, but I care. I’m not doing this for myself. I stand here at these tables and yell and hawk and move around, promoting these things for people to buy saying it’ll improve their lives in some small way. And I believe that when I say it. Even if it’s just an appliance or something small like that they can give a tiny improvement to someone’s day to day, I believe. I mean what I say. Sure we get the money from that, but the world runs on money. To continue operation and to continue making things, the company needs money. Trying to make money is not, on its own, evil. And the Beyond Corporation isn’t evil.
She briefly adjusts the scarf that’s always around her neck before letting out a huff.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s why I always get aggravated when he calls the company evil. Because I know it. Without the company I wouldn’t be here now, neither would Beta. The company improved our lives, so we give back. I’ve seen evil people, evil actions, and that’s never been what I’ve seen there. And I’m kind of...ashamed. All of this being said about the company when it’s my fault. If this is because I hit Mason that was me. If it’s because of the ad airing when it did that’s on me for not making sure it wasn’t in the way. Mason is doing all this, saying the Beyond Corporation is evil, when it’s just me. Not paying attention well, getting aggravated easily. His problems are with me but he’s blowing it up to be the whole company. I’m really mad at myself that I caused this.
She looks back to Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: And I guess you’re the one who has to clean up the mess I made. Sorry.
Beta lets out a sigh, shaking his head. He walks forward and gives her a pat on the shoulder. He points a thumb to himself before flipping it up, giving her a thumbs up. She seems a bit surprised but nods a few times, a tiny smile coming onto her face as she turns and faces the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: Sorry, this hasn’t been a very exciting ad, has it! Well it’s the Darkest Day, so even marketers can be down a bit, yes? But don’t worry, there’s a night of excitement coming! Titles to be claimed, titles to be defended and rivalries coming to a head! One of those is between Mason Roderick and us. He’s a good wrestler, I’m never dismissing that, but I’ll never agree with how he feels about the company we represent. Tonight, Beta is going to put an end to all this, in the ring, where the morality of companies doesn’t matter, only the victor. And I’m very confident in 0B.
And finally, the smile of the seller comes onto her face.
Mint Julep Ayano: So confident in fact, that if Beta wins tonight, the Beyond Corporation merchandise table will have a 55% off sale for the rest of the night! A truly amazing offer, yes?
And then a pause, as the selling smile she has fades off a bit, and she shrugs.
Mint Julep Ayano: Ah, what the hell, 55% regardless of who wins. It is a supershow after all, yes? Let’s be generous. Everyone enjoy the show tonight, and be sure to...Go Beyond!
Mint then flashes a grin to the camera and Beta just nods, and it starts to fade off, coming to that familiar message on the screen.
And then, surprisingly, that message fades out to another one, giving a very simple message.
Darkness.
Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard. Just the unending, unstoppable darkness. That is all that is seen for a few long, excruciating moments, before a female voice begins to speak, tone low and intense.
“The sweat. The tears. The blood. Since June 13th, the first INFAMY, those in North Pacific Pro have toiled. To find glory and success, to find meaning, they’ve shed their blood all for the chance to succeed. And now, the first supershow is here to give them the chance to make that work mean something. But to do that, they must bleed again. In a warhouse. Via ladders. Through tables. In a deathmatch chosen by the fans. To gain glory, they must bleed and suffer. And some will do that, and get nothing for it.
For some, today is truly going to be THE DARKEST DAY.”
For some, today is truly going to be THE DARKEST DAY.”
And then a light appears. Suddenly shining in the center of the frame is a flashlight, blazing a light through the darkness. It moves upward and illuminates the face of...Mint Julep Ayano?
Mint Julep Ayano: So why not illuminate that day with a Beyond Corporation Flashlight!
And the lights around her switch on, revealing that we’re backstage in the Washington Hall of Seattle, Washington, where the massive Beyond Corporation Merchandise Table is set up for the night. And standing in front of it, as ever, is Mint Julep Ayano. Operative Beta stands behind her, hands clasped behind his back, while Mint grins to the camera and gives a wave.
Mint Julep Ayano: Good evening! This is quite the momentous night, yes? NPP’s first ever supershow! So much on the line, so many achievements for people to make, it’s an exciting time! And even Operative Beta has managed to get in on the supershow action, though I wish it was a different way.
She lets out a sigh.
Mint Julep Ayano: Mason Roderick. I’m not sure what part made him decide to be so angry towards us. He was mad at us after the first show, when all we did was sell him a weapon that WORKED on BETA, so I’ve...always been confused about that. And then there was me hitting him with the tray, and I’ve apologized for that...actually do feel bad about it...and then the ad airing when he wanted to cut a promo and I’m still sure I didn’t schedule it for then but…
She shakes her head. As she’s doing that from out of frame steps one of the people usually manning the merchandise table, clad in a shirt with the Beyond Corporation logo emblazoned on it.
Worker: Uh, ma’am?
Mint looks back, tilting her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: Yah?
Worker: I was out and I saw what Mason has set up.
Mint Julep Ayano: Ohhhh? Tell me!
She leans herself back, curving her back to bring her head over to the worker’s mouth so he can whisper what he saw to her. As he does Mint’s expression shifts a bit, growing a bit exasperated. When she leans herself back up to a proper stand she shakes her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: A free table? That’s it? Just a bunch of stuff being given away?
She looks back to the worker.
Mint Julep Ayano: Was it that plastic table again?
He nods and she lets out a “tch.”
Mint Julep Ayano: So he’s doing the easiest, no frills bullshit setup that doesn’t cost him hardly anything so he can pat himself on the back and look good without actually losing much money.
She reaches out and pats the worker on the shoulder, sincerely thanking him for the information before looking to Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s rather annoying, yes?
Beta just shrugs his shoulders and Mint sighs, looking back to the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: You know, I’m sure he’ll find a way to twist my feelings about this. I’m angry that things are being given away instead of bought because I’m eeeeeevil! Well, you want to know what crinkles my receipts about this? Not the fact that it’s giving things away for free, or that he’s trying to compete with us. It’s because he’s doing it for himself.
An odd statement that she lets sit for a few moments before continuing on.
Mint Julep Ayano: He’s not doing this because he wants to give things to people, he’s not trying to improve anyone’s day by offering up free stuff. He’s not doing this to save people from buying things from an “evil” corporation. He’s doing this because he’s mad about something. Because...I dunno, an ad aired when he wanted to speak, or I hit him with the tray, he’s mad at people. He wants to set this up as a middle finger to us, to feel really good about himself by “sticking it to the evil” or whatever. Not because he gives a single shit about the people who’ll want his stuff. But for himself.
She shrugs.
Mint Julep Ayano: He won’t believe it, but I care. I’m not doing this for myself. I stand here at these tables and yell and hawk and move around, promoting these things for people to buy saying it’ll improve their lives in some small way. And I believe that when I say it. Even if it’s just an appliance or something small like that they can give a tiny improvement to someone’s day to day, I believe. I mean what I say. Sure we get the money from that, but the world runs on money. To continue operation and to continue making things, the company needs money. Trying to make money is not, on its own, evil. And the Beyond Corporation isn’t evil.
She briefly adjusts the scarf that’s always around her neck before letting out a huff.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s why I always get aggravated when he calls the company evil. Because I know it. Without the company I wouldn’t be here now, neither would Beta. The company improved our lives, so we give back. I’ve seen evil people, evil actions, and that’s never been what I’ve seen there. And I’m kind of...ashamed. All of this being said about the company when it’s my fault. If this is because I hit Mason that was me. If it’s because of the ad airing when it did that’s on me for not making sure it wasn’t in the way. Mason is doing all this, saying the Beyond Corporation is evil, when it’s just me. Not paying attention well, getting aggravated easily. His problems are with me but he’s blowing it up to be the whole company. I’m really mad at myself that I caused this.
She looks back to Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: And I guess you’re the one who has to clean up the mess I made. Sorry.
Beta lets out a sigh, shaking his head. He walks forward and gives her a pat on the shoulder. He points a thumb to himself before flipping it up, giving her a thumbs up. She seems a bit surprised but nods a few times, a tiny smile coming onto her face as she turns and faces the camera.
Mint Julep Ayano: Sorry, this hasn’t been a very exciting ad, has it! Well it’s the Darkest Day, so even marketers can be down a bit, yes? But don’t worry, there’s a night of excitement coming! Titles to be claimed, titles to be defended and rivalries coming to a head! One of those is between Mason Roderick and us. He’s a good wrestler, I’m never dismissing that, but I’ll never agree with how he feels about the company we represent. Tonight, Beta is going to put an end to all this, in the ring, where the morality of companies doesn’t matter, only the victor. And I’m very confident in 0B.
And finally, the smile of the seller comes onto her face.
Mint Julep Ayano: So confident in fact, that if Beta wins tonight, the Beyond Corporation merchandise table will have a 55% off sale for the rest of the night! A truly amazing offer, yes?
And then a pause, as the selling smile she has fades off a bit, and she shrugs.
Mint Julep Ayano: Ah, what the hell, 55% regardless of who wins. It is a supershow after all, yes? Let’s be generous. Everyone enjoy the show tonight, and be sure to...Go Beyond!
Mint then flashes a grin to the camera and Beta just nods, and it starts to fade off, coming to that familiar message on the screen.
“The preceding was a paid advertisement by the Beyond Corporation.”
And then, surprisingly, that message fades out to another one, giving a very simple message.
“Accept no imitators.”
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Mason Roderick vs Operative Beta w/ Mint Julep Ayano
Mason Roderick vs Operative Beta w/ Mint Julep Ayano
RECAP As soon as the bell rings, Mason uses his power to grab Mason and toss him into the corner. He immediately puts the boots to him, until Mason has slumped down in the corner. Beta raises him up, whipping him across the ring. As Mason bounds back, Beta gives him a hard elbow that brings him to the canvas. As Mason is getting up, Beta grabs him and tosses him into the opposite corner. This time he lands about three strikes to his gut, before jumping up on the second rope and targeting Mason's face. He's going at it with several punches, at a pace that doesn't even allow you to count. Beta jumps off, again whipping Mason across the ring. OB leans over, telegraphing his planned back body drop, which allows Mason to stop his momentum and land an echoing kick to Beta's face. OB stumbles back into the ropes, which allows Mason to lunge forward, closelining Beta over the top rope. Beta hits the floor on his feet but doesn't exactly stick the landing, falling back a bit. Mason hits the ropes, darting right through them into a modified crossbody to the outside, sending them both to the floor. Mason slides back into the ring, followed by OB. Beta runs at Mason, who ducks out of the way, but Beta is able to bound back and takes him down with a shoulder block. He hits the ropes again, and hits another shoulder block. As Mason gets to his feet, Beta slings his arm over his shoulder and hits a great fishermans suplex, hooking Mason's leg. One...tw-kickout! Beta tries to hold onto Mason's leg, and sets up for a cloverleaf but as Beta leans in, Mason's lands multiple punches to Beta's forehead. He's forced to let go and Mason rolls to his feet. Beta goes for another right hand which Mason ducks, hooking his arm and going into a backslide pin. One...tw-kickout! Beta slides out of the pin and onto his feet, looking a little bewildered at what's just occurred. Mason tries to capitalize though, rushing Beta. OB manages to sidestep Mason and put him into a sleeper, bringing him down to his knees, putting on more and more pressure. However, Mason starts to battle back with elbow after elbow. Beta is forced to let go, and Mason stands on his feet, before launching into a low dropkick, aimed at Beta's right leg. OB's leg is kicked out from under him, forcing him onto one knee. Mason rolls to his feet, running forward into a shinning wizard that connects beautifully. Instead of stopping there, he runs towards the ropes, hitting an amazing sprinboard moonsalt, hooking the leg. One...two..th-kickout! Mason stands up, stomping on Beta a bit, then allowing him to get up. Mason grabs Beta by the head, and lands a hard right hand. He goes to do it again and Beta pushes his hand away with his forearm. Beta grabs Mason around the waist, lifting him up and slamming him with a thrust spinebuster. Mason is on his feet pretty early, absolutely arching his back in pain, but he stumbles into Beta again who lifts him into a pendulum backbreaker. Beta doesn't get up on his feet right away either, instead using the time to catch his breath. He slowly walks over to Mason's head and leans over, but Mason raises his legs, kicking Beta in the head. OB stumbles back and allows Mason to get on his feet. Instead of instantly gunning for OB, he runs for the corner instead. Beta runs after him, and Mason jumps up onto the second rope. Before Beta can reach him, Mason jumps off and catches Beta with a leaping tornado DDT. With Beta down, Mason ducks underneath the ropes and stands on the apron. Mason leaps into Broken Dreams (Phenomenal Forearm)! But Beta steps back, raising his leg into the air and connecting hard with Mason's midsection! Mason doubles over, and Beta hits Beyond Comprehension (Jumping Double Underhook Bodyscissors DDT)! Mason's head bounces off the canvas. Beta throws him over and hooks his leg. One...two...three! Mint Julep slides into the ring and celebrates with Beta, before taking a toy pistol out of her pocket. In celebration, she shoots what looks like little slips of paper into the air that rain down onto the crowd. The camera joins Crosslin and Nora at ringside as they pick up one of the slips and reads aloud. "Enjoy ten percent off your next Beyond Corporation purchase! Always Buy Beyond!" WINNER Operative Beta METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:02 FINISHING MOVE Beyond Comprehension (Jumping Double Underhook Bodyscissors DDT) |
BACKSTAGE
On screen, flashes of women within a deep violet lighting can be seen. The silhouettes are barely visible; giggles and laughs emanating from each of them. Eventually, the smirk from the cherry-wine lips of a woman can be made out before the images suddenly cease to appear. An abrupt cut later, and the viewers are taken inside to a decked-out pink tour bus. The lavish, bedazzled and girly decor aren't the only things that stood out however; inside the bus, the debuting Mila Ainsley is seated in a white fuzzy chair. She's already prepped and ready to go in terms of her ring attire: a matching white, pink and gold color ensemble with diamonds adorned in all the right places. Around her, the cherry and preppy blonde known as Chardonnay Jackson is applying highlighter to the tops of the self-proclaimed Banter Queen's cheeks.
Chardonnay Jackson: "Oooooh my god. You are fucking BANGING with this glow, guuurl! I swear to God, Fenty Beauty should be the only makeup brand that ever makes highlighters."
That isn't an exaggeration either. The golden radiance definitely stood out, as confirmed by Fatima Walker and Nicole Guiterrez who "oooo'd" and "aaaawww'd" in sheer wonder. Mila chuckles, toying around with the cherry Blowpop that she was having.
Mila Ainsley: "Well, that won't be the only light that's blinding tonight, Chay. And it's only fitting that it's called Trophy Wife. It's the perfect thing to wear, especially considering how huge tonight will be for me."
Feeling herself, Mila gazes into the reflection of herself inside her little bedazzled compact.
Mila Ainsley: "I'm glad that North Pro had the sense to put me in this match. Now granted, weapons aren't necessarily my strong suit... but I can make it work. I know how to work around my weaknesses. Plus, can you imagine all of the fun I can have dismantling each and every single one of them inside that cage. Why use a weapon when I can just break their arm or their precious wittle legs?"
All the girls giggle in unison. However, it would cease as a more disgusted look graced the countenance of the motormouth sorority girl.
Mila Ainsley: "Ugh... but I wished that North Pro had even more sense to put in wrestlers who were actually deserving of this match. Why should I share my highly-anticipated debut with a bunch of losers? All of them except for that Tajnia chick lost their matches at the last Infamy. Not to mention that overall, they're all hardly consistent as competitors. They win a match, and then lose a match, or vice versa. I'm not trying to host a pity-party for these fools."
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Fatima Walker: "Well, maybe you can be merciful and put them out of their misery tonight. Lord knows that none of them possess the skills that you do. Can't wait to see you make those bitches cry their eyes out."
Nicole Guiterrez: "As funny as that sounds though, you should try and be careful out there, Mila. I don't doubt you for a second, but you may not wanna take them at face value. After all, desperation can bring out the best of all. This opportunity is huge, and I'm sure that your opponents are gonna want to push the limit to get one of those titles."
Fatima Walker: "Oh, come on, Nicole. Why do you always gotta be a buzzkill?"
Fatima frowns while Nicole looks at her, confused. Mila, on the other hand, simply shrugs.
Mila Ainsley: "Hm... well, you kinda have a point there. An opportunity like this would make people kick it another gear and fight deep. However, I'm not here to act like I care about the fight and making sure that I bring out the best out of everyone. That kind of cock-sucking isn't my style. I'm here to make each and every single wrestler in North Pro look like my bitches... all while I climb my way to the top and get what I deserve. Or, in this case, score one of the pinfalls to get either belts."
Snapping the compact shut, Mila rises from her chair and picks up a white varsity jacket with her name embezzled obnoxiously on the back of it.
Mila Ainsley: "On the bright side though, at least my opponents can indulge in the fact that they were a part of something iconic: the rise of Mila Ainsley."
Smiling now, she slips on the jacket. She turns to face the G.I.R.L.Z.
Mila Ainsley: "North Pro is going to have a champion that they can be proud of... and I get to continue being a-fucking-mazing, like I always do!"
Cheery now, Mila and the G.I.R.L.Z all laugh as they leave the tour bus. Once again, the sequence from the beginning plays out. And as it stops, we head over to the rest of the show.
On screen, flashes of women within a deep violet lighting can be seen. The silhouettes are barely visible; giggles and laughs emanating from each of them. Eventually, the smirk from the cherry-wine lips of a woman can be made out before the images suddenly cease to appear. An abrupt cut later, and the viewers are taken inside to a decked-out pink tour bus. The lavish, bedazzled and girly decor aren't the only things that stood out however; inside the bus, the debuting Mila Ainsley is seated in a white fuzzy chair. She's already prepped and ready to go in terms of her ring attire: a matching white, pink and gold color ensemble with diamonds adorned in all the right places. Around her, the cherry and preppy blonde known as Chardonnay Jackson is applying highlighter to the tops of the self-proclaimed Banter Queen's cheeks.
Chardonnay Jackson: "Oooooh my god. You are fucking BANGING with this glow, guuurl! I swear to God, Fenty Beauty should be the only makeup brand that ever makes highlighters."
That isn't an exaggeration either. The golden radiance definitely stood out, as confirmed by Fatima Walker and Nicole Guiterrez who "oooo'd" and "aaaawww'd" in sheer wonder. Mila chuckles, toying around with the cherry Blowpop that she was having.
Mila Ainsley: "Well, that won't be the only light that's blinding tonight, Chay. And it's only fitting that it's called Trophy Wife. It's the perfect thing to wear, especially considering how huge tonight will be for me."
Feeling herself, Mila gazes into the reflection of herself inside her little bedazzled compact.
Mila Ainsley: "I'm glad that North Pro had the sense to put me in this match. Now granted, weapons aren't necessarily my strong suit... but I can make it work. I know how to work around my weaknesses. Plus, can you imagine all of the fun I can have dismantling each and every single one of them inside that cage. Why use a weapon when I can just break their arm or their precious wittle legs?"
All the girls giggle in unison. However, it would cease as a more disgusted look graced the countenance of the motormouth sorority girl.
Mila Ainsley: "Ugh... but I wished that North Pro had even more sense to put in wrestlers who were actually deserving of this match. Why should I share my highly-anticipated debut with a bunch of losers? All of them except for that Tajnia chick lost their matches at the last Infamy. Not to mention that overall, they're all hardly consistent as competitors. They win a match, and then lose a match, or vice versa. I'm not trying to host a pity-party for these fools."
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Fatima Walker: "Well, maybe you can be merciful and put them out of their misery tonight. Lord knows that none of them possess the skills that you do. Can't wait to see you make those bitches cry their eyes out."
Nicole Guiterrez: "As funny as that sounds though, you should try and be careful out there, Mila. I don't doubt you for a second, but you may not wanna take them at face value. After all, desperation can bring out the best of all. This opportunity is huge, and I'm sure that your opponents are gonna want to push the limit to get one of those titles."
Fatima Walker: "Oh, come on, Nicole. Why do you always gotta be a buzzkill?"
Fatima frowns while Nicole looks at her, confused. Mila, on the other hand, simply shrugs.
Mila Ainsley: "Hm... well, you kinda have a point there. An opportunity like this would make people kick it another gear and fight deep. However, I'm not here to act like I care about the fight and making sure that I bring out the best out of everyone. That kind of cock-sucking isn't my style. I'm here to make each and every single wrestler in North Pro look like my bitches... all while I climb my way to the top and get what I deserve. Or, in this case, score one of the pinfalls to get either belts."
Snapping the compact shut, Mila rises from her chair and picks up a white varsity jacket with her name embezzled obnoxiously on the back of it.
Mila Ainsley: "On the bright side though, at least my opponents can indulge in the fact that they were a part of something iconic: the rise of Mila Ainsley."
Smiling now, she slips on the jacket. She turns to face the G.I.R.L.Z.
Mila Ainsley: "North Pro is going to have a champion that they can be proud of... and I get to continue being a-fucking-mazing, like I always do!"
Cheery now, Mila and the G.I.R.L.Z all laugh as they leave the tour bus. Once again, the sequence from the beginning plays out. And as it stops, we head over to the rest of the show.
HOURS BEFORE
Harper McKay and Eden Conners, Team #KiCKIT, have entered the arena and have already changed into their matching team gear. Now they have made their way to the interview area where Laurie Grimes is waiting for their scheduled time. The two bestie’s separate and stand on either side of Laurie, and now the interview begins.
LAURIE GRIMES
“The tag team division in North Pacific Pro has been on fire since it’s opening and I’m standing here with one of the teams that can take credit for that. Eden Conners and Harper McKay - together known as team KiCKIT. Tonight you both finally get the Pretty Committee in a proper tag team match and the newly made North Pacific Pro Tag Titles are on the line. Are you nervous?”
HARPER McKAY
“Of course we are. The tag team championships are a big deal, especially for us. The Pretty Committee have been thorns in our sides from the very beginning. They came in with their over inflated egos and basically demanded to be handed the championships. The few times they’ve met us in the ring, they’ve seen the level of talent we have and needed to resort to hitting us with mirrors in order to get a cheap win. Guess it boils down to cheap girls needing cheap wins. Tonight Eden and I look for a little retribution from last week.”
EDEN CONNORS
“We tried to be professional. We tried to make this an all business deal. Laurie, we tried so hard. But all we ever got was disrespect from those two birds. I no longer care if they got any in ring skills, all they seem to be is this: Attention wh…. okay can't say that on television. Fact is, we have been training so hard -- every day. And I will be damned if two barbies with cheap mirrors will keep us from our dream.”
The interviewer smiled and nodded her head.
LAURIE GRIMES
“Speaking of those mirrors and their tactics, you expect them to fight clean? For once.”
HARPER McKAY
“Not at all. They know they’re outmatched, and that is unsettling to them considering this is our first company together. Our level of training is unmatched, even by their years in the business. I guess that’s what happens when companies let you slide by on just your looks. We know they’re going to try to use those mirrors or any other stupid trick they can think of, but we’re more than prepared. We had a setback -- I had a setback last week when I submitted. I promise you - and I promise you, Eden, it will not happen again.”
EDEN CONNORS
“Don't sweat it, Harp. You win some, you lose some. What matters is this, we know what we are capable of. We don't need to fake it, different than the Petty Committee. I know a lot of pretty females, neither of them are as empty headed. Or feel the need to call people ugly. And that's the main point. Insults only have a point when the receiver gives a damn. I personally laugh my ass off whenever they try. We fully expect them to cheat. And I would love to see them try.”
Laurie was ready to ask the next question, but Harper raised her hand.
HARPER McKAY
“The two can throw all of the insults they want our way, but we’ve learned to ignore the incessant pandering on social media and focused our time on building our strengths together. On focusing all of our energy on training to become a better team. We’ve studied all the material we’ve gathered, we’ve learned everything we had to - and I can safely say that we’re ready for whatever the stupid Committee throws at us.”
LAURIE GRIMES
“Well, what if you guys win - do you have any big plans for a celebration? Being the first North Pacific Pro. Tag champions and your first title wins together is cause for a big celebration, right?”
HARPER McKAY
“Big plans? No. But a celebration it will be! We’re confident in our abilities and our chances of winning tonight, planning a party ahead of time is a bad omen. So, should we win - we’ll wing it, but trust there will be a big party. Ohmygod, you should come too.”
Eden scratched her chin before letting out a laughter. She wrapped her arm around Laurie, who smiled. On the other side Harper did the same.
EDEN CONNORS
“We don't jinx ourselves, Laurie. But one thing I can promise you right here and now. We will make an impact tonight. And the Petty Committee will get their long overdue wakeup call. There comes a point when the games don’t work anymore. All the insults mean nothing. And that is tonight. So drinks are definitely on us, folks.”
Harper McKay and Eden Conners, Team #KiCKIT, have entered the arena and have already changed into their matching team gear. Now they have made their way to the interview area where Laurie Grimes is waiting for their scheduled time. The two bestie’s separate and stand on either side of Laurie, and now the interview begins.
LAURIE GRIMES
“The tag team division in North Pacific Pro has been on fire since it’s opening and I’m standing here with one of the teams that can take credit for that. Eden Conners and Harper McKay - together known as team KiCKIT. Tonight you both finally get the Pretty Committee in a proper tag team match and the newly made North Pacific Pro Tag Titles are on the line. Are you nervous?”
HARPER McKAY
“Of course we are. The tag team championships are a big deal, especially for us. The Pretty Committee have been thorns in our sides from the very beginning. They came in with their over inflated egos and basically demanded to be handed the championships. The few times they’ve met us in the ring, they’ve seen the level of talent we have and needed to resort to hitting us with mirrors in order to get a cheap win. Guess it boils down to cheap girls needing cheap wins. Tonight Eden and I look for a little retribution from last week.”
EDEN CONNORS
“We tried to be professional. We tried to make this an all business deal. Laurie, we tried so hard. But all we ever got was disrespect from those two birds. I no longer care if they got any in ring skills, all they seem to be is this: Attention wh…. okay can't say that on television. Fact is, we have been training so hard -- every day. And I will be damned if two barbies with cheap mirrors will keep us from our dream.”
The interviewer smiled and nodded her head.
LAURIE GRIMES
“Speaking of those mirrors and their tactics, you expect them to fight clean? For once.”
HARPER McKAY
“Not at all. They know they’re outmatched, and that is unsettling to them considering this is our first company together. Our level of training is unmatched, even by their years in the business. I guess that’s what happens when companies let you slide by on just your looks. We know they’re going to try to use those mirrors or any other stupid trick they can think of, but we’re more than prepared. We had a setback -- I had a setback last week when I submitted. I promise you - and I promise you, Eden, it will not happen again.”
EDEN CONNORS
“Don't sweat it, Harp. You win some, you lose some. What matters is this, we know what we are capable of. We don't need to fake it, different than the Petty Committee. I know a lot of pretty females, neither of them are as empty headed. Or feel the need to call people ugly. And that's the main point. Insults only have a point when the receiver gives a damn. I personally laugh my ass off whenever they try. We fully expect them to cheat. And I would love to see them try.”
Laurie was ready to ask the next question, but Harper raised her hand.
HARPER McKAY
“The two can throw all of the insults they want our way, but we’ve learned to ignore the incessant pandering on social media and focused our time on building our strengths together. On focusing all of our energy on training to become a better team. We’ve studied all the material we’ve gathered, we’ve learned everything we had to - and I can safely say that we’re ready for whatever the stupid Committee throws at us.”
LAURIE GRIMES
“Well, what if you guys win - do you have any big plans for a celebration? Being the first North Pacific Pro. Tag champions and your first title wins together is cause for a big celebration, right?”
HARPER McKAY
“Big plans? No. But a celebration it will be! We’re confident in our abilities and our chances of winning tonight, planning a party ahead of time is a bad omen. So, should we win - we’ll wing it, but trust there will be a big party. Ohmygod, you should come too.”
Eden scratched her chin before letting out a laughter. She wrapped her arm around Laurie, who smiled. On the other side Harper did the same.
EDEN CONNORS
“We don't jinx ourselves, Laurie. But one thing I can promise you right here and now. We will make an impact tonight. And the Petty Committee will get their long overdue wakeup call. There comes a point when the games don’t work anymore. All the insults mean nothing. And that is tonight. So drinks are definitely on us, folks.”
MATCH THREE: NORTH PACIFIC WARHOUSE
1st FALL: TRI-CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
2nd FALL: CRYSTAL BALLROOM CHAMPIONSHIP
Truck Turner vs Caleb Summers vs Spectre vs Tajnia Mustafi vs Mila Ainsley vs Nico Rider
1st FALL: TRI-CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
2nd FALL: CRYSTAL BALLROOM CHAMPIONSHIP
Truck Turner vs Caleb Summers vs Spectre vs Tajnia Mustafi vs Mila Ainsley vs Nico Rider
RECAP The competitors make their way down to the ring, each walking through a large cage door that surrounds the entire ring as well as a good portion beyond the apron. Around the ring, there's various weapons placed, as well as appear to be tied to various points of the cage.The referee waits outside outside the door with a key and padlock in hand. The last participant, Mila, isn't even all the way through the doors yet when she's attacked by Spectre. The bell rings, and the referee quickly locks the padlock behind him. There's right hands galore as the six competitors begin battling right there on the outside, not even getting inside the ring. They also seem to be instantly using the cage to their advantage, tossing people into it, and slamming their heads. Spectre is the first to slide into the ring, followed by Caleb. Spectre leaps into a spinning hurricanranna that he holds into a pin. One..t-break! Truck gets into the ring and breaks the count, battling Spectre into the corner. Spectre kicks his legs up and knocks Truck in the face. As Turner stumbles back, he unties the turnbuckle he is next to, walking back to Truck and tying it around his neck. He chokes him with it for a few seconds, before using it to hit a neckbreaker. Caleb is back onto his feet and spins Spectre around with an armdrag. He's about to roll through and strike Caleb in the face with a pele kick as he comes near him. Caleb gets to his feet quickly, and runs at Spectre, who holds the ropes down and sends Summers flying to the outside, and colliding with the cage. Mila tries to come at Spectre with a trash can, but he kicks it out of her hands, giving her an elbow. He battles her into the corner, hitting more right hands, before placing her up onto the second rope. He looks back at the trash can on the floor, noticing it's in perfect position, and also climbs up to the second rope. On the outside, Nico walks up to the referee, yelling at him to hand over the key. The referee won't budge, and so he yells again. This time the referee puts a hand to his pocket, which tells Nico where the key is. Rider forcefully reaches inside and fights with the referee for the key. Maybe he's trying to let more people in, or grab something from outside the cage. Either way, he wants that key! As soon as he gets it though, Tajnia begins battling him, and the referee watches closely, wanting the key back. Inside, Mila manages to PUSH Spectre off of the turnbuckle and he flies back. Miraculously, he manages to land just on the other side of the trash can, on his feet. He whips his brow of sweat, mostly for the audience, narrowly avoiding hitting the trash can. That is of course, until Mila strikes with the "Head Over Heels" (Diving DDT) right into the trashcan! She's about to make the pin, when Truck Turner slides into the ring, grabbing Mila from behind and tossing her right out of the ring! She flies to the outside and hits the ground. He picks Spectre off of the canvas, lifting him up and giving him a CHOKESLAM (Truck’s falling version) right back onto the trashcan! Turner hooks the leg, and the referee is forced to abandon his key and slide into the ring to make the count. One...two...three! The bell rings. NEW Tri-City Champion: Truck Turner Truck rolls to his side, looking as glad as can be, but as we know the match continues on because there's one more fall to be had. A devilish grin spreads across Turner's face, realizing he could very well walk away as a double champion. Caleb Summers slides into the ring, unlatching a lead pipe from the cage, and begins swinging, taking Truck down. At this moment, Mila also slides in, probably pretty mad about Truck stealing her win, but she's hit in the face with the lead pipe, as well. On the outside of the ring still, Nico rubs Tajnia's face into the cage, before reeling her head back and slamming it into the steel links. He takes the key he's gotten from the referee, placing it in the lock and unlocks it quickly. As soon as he steps outside of the ring, Mustafi is right on his heels, landing a dropkick right to his back that sends him flying forward. He also drops the key, to which Mustafi picks up, locking the padlock behind her. She's effectively locked herself and Nico BACK inside of the cage, but whatever reason Nico wanted it unlocked for has been foiled. Inside the ring, Caleb still appears to be swinging wildly, coming upon a two count on Mila before it's broken by Spectre. Nico catches Tajnia with a right hand, and knees her in the gut. He lifts her up into a spinebuster onto the hard floor! The thud sends sickening vibes through the floor, and for a moment, the NPP Faithful think Rider may have broken Tajnia. Nico steps away for a moment, letting Tajnia get to her feet... Nico lunges at her with Kiss the Foot (Superkick) and the NPP Faithful know she's about to be kicked into the cage...but she sidesteps him! Nico stumbles and catches HIMSELF from hitting the cage but is swept off his feet by Tajnia, who quickly locks him into the Venus de Milo (Cattle Mutilation)! There’s no way possible he can tap out, and the end looks near… But inside the ring, Spectre has noticed Nico is about a second from tapping out. He runs, leaps onto the turnbuckle and into a Die Fly (Double Jump Phoenix Splash) to the outside of the ring that lands on both Tajnia and Nico! Tajnia rolls off from the force, as does Spectre, obviously taken damage as well. However, he rolls over and hooks Nico’s leg. One...two...three! NEW Crystal Ballroom Champion: SPECTRE WINNER NEW Tri-City Champion: Truck Turner NEW Crystal Ballroom Champion: Spectre METHOD Pinfalls MATCH LENGTH 20:14 FINISHING MOVE (Falling) Chokeslam, Die Fly (Double Jump Phoenix Splash) |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up backstage were the camera spots staring at themselves through a mirror is none other than the Pretty Committee. This sight causes the Seattle crowd to boo loudly, though it only causes a smirk on the faces of the beauties. They however, have their back to the television camera showing their disdain for the fans. As they soon let out haughty sounding giggles as they look at their phones.
Veronica Taylor: Oh god B look at these pathetic girls “You can only win by hitting us with mirrors blah blah blah” Like oh my god keep crying why don’t you. God, no wonder their mascara always looks ratchet as hell. Literally that or they use the Walmart brand which is totally gross as well. I’d cry to if that is all I could afford.
Bianca lets out a laugh.
Bianca Davis: Oh god totally they should be thanking us before they were just random bimbos who think because there “wrestlers” they are just automatically better than us? But yet we hold a victory over them it's funny how that works. That Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team is also dangerous to boot. Plus, they can’t do makeup, fashion, or anything at all. Tuey make sure to get into our mentions ten thousand times so people know they exist its pathetic.
Veronica Taylor: Speaking of pathetic let’s talk about the fact they have a chance to win our tag team titles? I mean hello we are the first ladies of NPP. Even Reece who did such an amazing job showing us the appreciation we have been long overdue. Like who wouldn’t want us as faces of this company?
They blow their reflections kisses in the mirror before doing their typical mean girl style giggle. They return to their normal resting bitch face look.
Veronica Taylor: I can’t wait to take these titles and give them a total makeover so that they will be fit to take on Rodeo drive. After all, we got some serious shopping to do after we walk out of this cesspool city with those sad little belts.
Bianca Davis: Duh and give those uggos Kick It yet another lesson and make over. And this one is going to be most painful for them. I know they think they are going to get revenge on us but life isn’t the movies. The basics don’t get a happy ending and Kick it won’t either sorry to disappoint the five people who know who they are other than the Pretty Committees victims.
The girls fluff their hair smugly, as Veronica soon checks her messages she smirks.
Veronica Taylor: Looks like everything is set up our victory party is gonna be so hot totally vip and one of these basics in Seattle are gonna be invited well Reece is the rest, is not like we would want them basicing up our party.
Bianca Davis: True that, like we also don’t want all the fatties eating the cake like this is like one of the only times I eat cake. And I want some I mean we also don’t want all of Kick It’s tears all over everything. Which is what is gonna happen Darkest Day is gonna be dark for them but for us it's gonna be our brightest moment. The moment we win the tag team titles and slay those basics once and for all.
Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis blow a smug kiss toward their reflections before saying in a loud tone.
Pretty Committee: BYE FELICAS!
They let out a loud laugh as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up backstage were the camera spots staring at themselves through a mirror is none other than the Pretty Committee. This sight causes the Seattle crowd to boo loudly, though it only causes a smirk on the faces of the beauties. They however, have their back to the television camera showing their disdain for the fans. As they soon let out haughty sounding giggles as they look at their phones.
Veronica Taylor: Oh god B look at these pathetic girls “You can only win by hitting us with mirrors blah blah blah” Like oh my god keep crying why don’t you. God, no wonder their mascara always looks ratchet as hell. Literally that or they use the Walmart brand which is totally gross as well. I’d cry to if that is all I could afford.
Bianca lets out a laugh.
Bianca Davis: Oh god totally they should be thanking us before they were just random bimbos who think because there “wrestlers” they are just automatically better than us? But yet we hold a victory over them it's funny how that works. That Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team is also dangerous to boot. Plus, they can’t do makeup, fashion, or anything at all. Tuey make sure to get into our mentions ten thousand times so people know they exist its pathetic.
Veronica Taylor: Speaking of pathetic let’s talk about the fact they have a chance to win our tag team titles? I mean hello we are the first ladies of NPP. Even Reece who did such an amazing job showing us the appreciation we have been long overdue. Like who wouldn’t want us as faces of this company?
They blow their reflections kisses in the mirror before doing their typical mean girl style giggle. They return to their normal resting bitch face look.
Veronica Taylor: I can’t wait to take these titles and give them a total makeover so that they will be fit to take on Rodeo drive. After all, we got some serious shopping to do after we walk out of this cesspool city with those sad little belts.
Bianca Davis: Duh and give those uggos Kick It yet another lesson and make over. And this one is going to be most painful for them. I know they think they are going to get revenge on us but life isn’t the movies. The basics don’t get a happy ending and Kick it won’t either sorry to disappoint the five people who know who they are other than the Pretty Committees victims.
The girls fluff their hair smugly, as Veronica soon checks her messages she smirks.
Veronica Taylor: Looks like everything is set up our victory party is gonna be so hot totally vip and one of these basics in Seattle are gonna be invited well Reece is the rest, is not like we would want them basicing up our party.
Bianca Davis: True that, like we also don’t want all the fatties eating the cake like this is like one of the only times I eat cake. And I want some I mean we also don’t want all of Kick It’s tears all over everything. Which is what is gonna happen Darkest Day is gonna be dark for them but for us it's gonna be our brightest moment. The moment we win the tag team titles and slay those basics once and for all.
Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis blow a smug kiss toward their reflections before saying in a loud tone.
Pretty Committee: BYE FELICAS!
They let out a loud laugh as the scene fades to black.
MATCH FOUR: TAG TEAM TURMOIL
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
KICKIT! (Harper McKay & Eden Connors) vs Pretty Committee (Veronica Taylor & Bianca Davis)
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
KICKIT! (Harper McKay & Eden Connors) vs Pretty Committee (Veronica Taylor & Bianca Davis)
RECAP The bell rings and the girls are instantly all over each other. They pair off into groupings of two, across the ring from one another. There's an array of different weapons around the ring, but nobody really goes for them during the first part of this match. Harper tries to roll up Veronica, getting only a count of one but attracting her tag partner. They double team Harper with a double DDT, before targeting Eden in the corner. Together, they suplex her right onto a chair lying on the ground. It's around here that PC remember they're allowed to use the objects on the floor. They pick up two kendo sticks, both hitting the girls of KICKIT multiple times. Eden tries to stand up, and is smacked right across the forehead with it. She falls to the ground. As Harper tries to get up, she's smacked across the midsection with it, causing her to double over. The Pretty Committee drop their kendo sticks, and nail her with a Beauty Improvement Plan (Double hairpull face to knee buster)! Bianca rolls her over and the referee begins to count! One...two...t-break! Eden shoves right through Bianca, and they both tumble backwards onto Harper and Veronica, effectively breaking the count. Bianca falls over the pile and continues rolling to the outside. Eden and Veronica get to their feet and Veronica gives her a hard chop, followed by a jawbreaker. Harper fights to her feet, and Veronica realizes she's in the ring with both of her opponents. Though, not for long. Harper's legs are taken out from under her and she falls face first into the mat. Next, Bianca pulls her legs, pulling her outside of the ring completely. Veronica turns back to Eden, grabbing a handful of her hair, and shoving Eden's head into her knee. Eden yells out, grabbing her face and stumbling back but remaining on her feet. Veronica goes to grab her again but Eden swats away her hands, quickly grabbing her around her waist and giving her a belly-to-belly. Getting on her feet, Eden walks over to the side of the ring, picking up a particular chair. It's Eden's red chair! She unfolds it, setting it up in the middle of the ring. Veronica is still on the canvas, and crawls over to the chair, trying to use it to get to her feet. She leans over the chair, using it for stability. Giving Eden the perfect opportunity to leap into a curb stomp onto her red chair! The crowd goes nuts, and Veronica is out cold on the mat. Eden hooks her leg and the fans count along with the referee! One...two...thr--break! From the outside, Bianca has run around the ring, reached into the ring and grabbed hold of Eden's foot. Before the three count, Bianca manages to pull Eden right out from the ring, breaking the count. Eden is spun around and Bianca takes her to the ground with a spinning heel kick. What hurts Eden the most is her head colliding with the ground. Now on the opposite side of the ring, still on the outside, Harper decides to slide in. Slowly, she walks around Veronica to another turnbuckle, leaning into it. Veronica has started to move, crawling actually. Without warning, Veronica starts yelling "makeover! makeover!" from inside the ring, almost at the turnbuckle. She reaches under it and pulls out a pink mirror, like we've all seen before. On the outside, Bianca has heard the call and reaches under the same turnbuckle, grabbing her own mirror as Eden is getting up. Bianca hits Eden over the head with one of their mirrors, giving her a "makeover"! Eden falls to the ground on the outside of the ring. On the inside, Veronica goes to smash another mirror into Harper's face...but she ducks! On the opposite side of Veronica, she lands a calf kick, knocking Veronica down and the mirror shatters on the canvas. Outside of the ring, Bianca is flipping Eden over, hooking her leg. One...two...thr--break! Harper launches herself over the top rope, hitting a frog splash onto both Bianca and Eden, though breaking the pin in the process. Veronica stirs inside the ring, knowing very well the other three were laid outside. She lies upon the canvas for a little, taking the time to regain herself, while the others recover. She's still feeling the effects of that curbstomp. However, she does seem to be in better condition than the others currently, so she slowly slides out of the ring and walks over to where the carage had been taking place. She gets Harper up to her feet, and begins trading blows with her, fighting towards the announce tables. Both Eden and Bianca begin to stir, as well. Getting to their feet. Veronica SLAPS Harper across the face, causing her to turn around and face the opposite direction. However, Veronica isn't able to capitalize on this because she's immediately spin around by Eden and eats a punch. Seeing this, Bianca rushes Harper...but McKay counters, sending Bianca up and over with a back body drop. THROUGH the announce table! Bianca comes crashing down and forces Crosslin and Nora up from their seats. Veronica and Eden stop fighting for a moment, both rather surprised at the sudden crash and both moving out of the way of any debris. Veronica yells out in horror! She before Eden and Harper nod at each other, lunging forward and nailing a KICKIT! (Double superkick). Taylor hits the floor and both members of the team pin her on the outside. One...two...three! WINNERS NEW Tag Team Champions: KICKIT! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:23 FINISHING MOVE KICKIT! (Double Superkick) |
BACKSTAGE
Lexie returns to her locker room with a bottle of water she has drank from before putting it in her bag. Soon enough she’s approached by a visiting CCCW talent
Mimi: Heyyy.
Lexie spins around to see her sister Mimi. Like most people she’s been cold with but Mimi brings out a little relaxed huff.
Lexie: Hey. Just getting ready for my ladder match.
As Mimi casually lifts herself up to sit on the counter in the room left to Lexie.
Mimi: Dangerous match, little sister. Although, it would be pretty nice to have you at the dinner table as the new Impure champion. Dad would NOT appreciate the name.
She laughs and Lexie lightly smirks before knocking her hair back.
Lexie: Yeah, well, I am going to take that title. Steve I’ve beat in my debut. Xander...I’m sure he’ll have a hard time moving after a couple bumps on a ladder. PK WON’T take the title shot from me and then Reece…
Lexie says but sees Mimi’s sheepish grin.
Mimi: That guy who’s after you big time. Me and Bree have a bet that instead of throwing down at the top of the ladder, he’ll plant one right on you.
Lexie narrows her eyes at the implication of a kiss happening at any point during the match and then struggling to hold down her lunch.
Lexie: Tre Digutant.
She says meaning disgusting.
Lexie: I’ll pepper spray him if he tries that.
Mimi: Good plan, unless his other senses become stronger and his hearts beats a way from him to you.
Lexie: Not funny, Meems…
Lexie says with a narrowed eyed look to Mimi’s laughter.
Mimi: Then why am I laughing?
Lexie shakes her head
Mimi: But good luck tonight. Bring home the title. I know you will.
And then Mimi takes her leave, still laughing as Lexie ties her boot tight, looking in the mirror at herself and then draws a title across her waist with her fingers to visualize the Impure title there as the scene comes to an end.
Lexie returns to her locker room with a bottle of water she has drank from before putting it in her bag. Soon enough she’s approached by a visiting CCCW talent
Mimi: Heyyy.
Lexie spins around to see her sister Mimi. Like most people she’s been cold with but Mimi brings out a little relaxed huff.
Lexie: Hey. Just getting ready for my ladder match.
As Mimi casually lifts herself up to sit on the counter in the room left to Lexie.
Mimi: Dangerous match, little sister. Although, it would be pretty nice to have you at the dinner table as the new Impure champion. Dad would NOT appreciate the name.
She laughs and Lexie lightly smirks before knocking her hair back.
Lexie: Yeah, well, I am going to take that title. Steve I’ve beat in my debut. Xander...I’m sure he’ll have a hard time moving after a couple bumps on a ladder. PK WON’T take the title shot from me and then Reece…
Lexie says but sees Mimi’s sheepish grin.
Mimi: That guy who’s after you big time. Me and Bree have a bet that instead of throwing down at the top of the ladder, he’ll plant one right on you.
Lexie narrows her eyes at the implication of a kiss happening at any point during the match and then struggling to hold down her lunch.
Lexie: Tre Digutant.
She says meaning disgusting.
Lexie: I’ll pepper spray him if he tries that.
Mimi: Good plan, unless his other senses become stronger and his hearts beats a way from him to you.
Lexie: Not funny, Meems…
Lexie says with a narrowed eyed look to Mimi’s laughter.
Mimi: Then why am I laughing?
Lexie shakes her head
Mimi: But good luck tonight. Bring home the title. I know you will.
And then Mimi takes her leave, still laughing as Lexie ties her boot tight, looking in the mirror at herself and then draws a title across her waist with her fingers to visualize the Impure title there as the scene comes to an end.
MATCH FIVE: FIVE WAY LADDER MATCH
IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP
Lexie vs Steven Kingsley vs Xander Jones vs Page Killebrew vs Reece Killswitch
IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP
Lexie vs Steven Kingsley vs Xander Jones vs Page Killebrew vs Reece Killswitch
RECAP All five are inside the ring, glancing around from one another to the belt hanging above the ring. The bell rings and the punches start flying every which way. They begin to pair off a little, with one always bouncing between them. Both groups are fighting on opposite side turnbuckles. Steven ends up the odd man out at this point. He looks at the pairing of Lexie and Page, running towards them and landing a huge splash right to their corner. The two are smashed into the corner, falling to the canvas and rolling to the outside. Reece sees this, stopping his assault on Xander Jones and rushing Steven. Kingsley catches him with a Northern Lights suplex. Killswitch hits the canvas and rolls out of the ring, as well. However, when Kingsley gets to his feet, he comes face to face with a hook kick and rolls out of the ring as well. All end up on the outside of the ring right near the ramp way and getting to their feet at the same time. Xander runs, and springboards off the ropes, performing a suicide dive to the four other participants on the outside! Xander is the first to get up naturally, going after the much larger ladders up the rampway. One by one as they get to their feet, they follow Xander and at the top of the ramp, incite another fight. Each person is picking up a ladder, hitting someone else with it and trying to carry it back before they too are hit. However, way down at the ring, Reece Killswitch has decided to stay near the ring, and try his luck with one of the smaller ringside ladders while nobody is watching. He quickly sets it up and begins climbing as fast as he can, getting to the top and trying to stretch upwards. He can touch the belt but is having mighty trouble unlatching it. Steven notices whats happening and runs back down to the ring. Reece steps down a few rungs as Steven climbs, and they trade blows on the ladder! This allows Xander to drop a big ladder down at the bottom of the ramp, and slide in just to push over the ladder that Steven and Reece were standing on. At this same time, for those watching, we also see Page Killebrew set up a table on the outside of the ring. They fly off and hit the opposite side of where the table is set up. Xander slides back out of the ring to get the larger ladder and slides it into the ring. He's about to set it up when he's clubbered over the head with an axe handle by Page. Killebrew lands more right hands, before whipping Xander across the ring, Xander bounds back and hits a high knee to Page. Killebrew rolls to his feet and Xander tries to tie up, but Page reverses it, hitting Jones with a hard russian legsweep right onto the ladder! Jones arches his back and rolls from the ring. Page begnis to set up the ladder on the inside of the ring, right underneath the championship. He's about to start climbing when Lexie meets him with a forearm. She battles him into the corner where she goes to town on him with multiple right hands. She uses the ropes to sprinboard into the air and lands a HARD kick across Killebrew's chest that echoes throughout the arena. Page clutches his chest and falls over, rolling from the ring. But there's no rest in this match, because as soon as Lexie turns her attention back to the ladder, both Reece and Steven slide into the ring. Steven lands a right hand to Lexie, but Reece lands a right hand to Steven. Lexie is lucky enough to somehow be forgotten as Steven and Reece begin trading blows with each other instead. So she begins climbing the ladder again, as Kingsley hits Killswitch with a german suplex, and kicks him from the ring. Steven rushes over to Lexie who is a few steps up the ladder, and grabs her from behind, nailing her with an assisted german suplex! Kingsley turns around, and walks right into yet ANOTHER opponent. Xander Jones is in the ring, kicking Steven in the midsection before dropping him with the Crook County (One Winged Angel). Steven bounces off the canvas and flips over, looking pretty out. He uses the ropes to help push Steven's body from the ring, only to realize Lexie had snuck right past him. She's still feeling the effects of that german suplex from the ladder, and you can see it on her face. But she's still trying her damndest to win! She sees Xander coming towards her, and she knows he's going to knock her down. She has no choice but to leap into the same whisper in the win type tilt-a-whirl kick she had landed on LEGATO weeks ago in their TLC match. The sight of the same impressive maneuver sends the NPP Faithful into a frenzy. Jones is out, rolling from the ring. Now beyond tired, Lexie crawls to the ladder, using the rungs to help her up. She climbs, VERY slowly, before Killswitch rolls in, causing an uproar of boos. He yanks a tired Lexie right from the ladder and she falls to the canvas. He slings her arm over his shoulder, walking towards the ropes. Reece lifts her into a front suplex, bounding her body of the ropes, and then OVER the ropes and THROUGH the table that Killebrew had set up earlier in the match! The NPP Faithful are on their feet with excitement, though it slightly goes away when Reece begins his ascent up the ladder. He's at the top again, close to unlatching, when the cheers start again... On the other side of the ladder, Page Killebrew has started climbing. When he's high enough, he begins punching Reece on the other side, who seems a little cautious of falling from such a height again. Reece is trying to go down but Page climbs up, grabbin Reece's arm and yanking upward, not letting go. They're both on the top of the ladder now, where Page grabs Reece's head, landing forearm after forearm. Killswitch slumps over the top of the ladder. Killebrew ducks low, getting underneath Reece, and slinging his body over his back, before lifting Reece OFF his side of the ladder. In perfect position, and kills Reece with a Page Turner (Jumping Alabama Slam) OFF THE LADDER! Not so much jumping but it gets the job done, the flashes of cameras go off like clockwork as Killswitch flies through the air! The ladder rocks back and forth and Page holds on for dear life! It steadies itself, and Page reaches up and unlatching the Impure Championship. WINNER NEW Impure Champion: Page Killebrew METHOD Retrieval MATCH LENGTH 25:10 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage at Washington Hall, Hayden Lazarus and Lara Chambers are standing in a secluded hallway, side by side, staring at two tables. Both graffiti ridden with the names Croy and Kurt, Hayden gives Lara a kiss before smirking with evil intent in his eyes.
Hayden: Tonight is the night… broken wood, mangled bodies, ultimate triumph. For us, this is commonplace, our zen… the reason we even came to this company. But they don't realize what they are in for, do they?
Lara looked from the camera right in his face. An amused grin forming on her face, her hand resting on his back.
Lara Chambers: Do they ever? Or do they fall for the same trap each and every time? Underestimating us. Trying to make us something we are not. We are methodical but that doesn’t mean we are predictable. I shown Croy the past week that he should never mess with what he can’t understand. And tonight for the first time you get the full force of what happens when you put Hayden and me in the same ring. I am not sure you are ready for that kind of impact.
Hayden rubs her cheek, shaking his head.
Hayden: They aren't, they never will be. Because some forces are far too great for average people to even put a dent in. We hold the power, and the keys to success that others wish they had. Experience and blood lines, we were born for this.
For a moment they gave each other a deep look, it seemed like the world around them was forgotten. She ran her fingertips over the chain that was resting around his neck, a sort of talisman. A soft expression was forming but vanished the moment she pulled up her bat, biting her bottom lip.
Lara Chambers: I have never been good at playing the damsel in distress. I know that works for some and that's fine. But my man and every person that ever stepped in a ring with me -- know better. I like to fight my own fights and I do it by my rules. Kurt didn’t like the welcome he got instead of being thankful he got any at all. No one cries about long lost legends, boy. And Croy? I will admit he has this cute puppy face that you wanna pinch, but my ovaries don’t scream for that kind of shit. You think we are done with what we have started? I am afraid your minds can not imagine what we still got in store. And I don’t even talk about the numbers game, boys. Cause actually it is four against two.
Hayden seemed a little puzzled by her last sentence.
Lara Chambers: Hayden, myself, Caim and his girlfriend/manager Lilou.
Hayden smiles in agreement, stroking his beard.
Hayden: And 5 if you count the fact that we are otherworldly in our destruction. You only need one table a piece for us to win, but trust me, we plan on doing much more than that to send a message. This company, it's ours. These people? Our puppets. You? Our victims, forever and always. Welcomed into the chamber of death, reborn in the Lazarus pit, neither of you will be the same again.
Lara Chambers: This whole setup is a little bit like a circus. You have a little bit of everything, wouldn’t you agree? The dramatic, the amusing and the goofy clowns that never learn their lessons. No matter how many times we try to beat it into their heads. We are not the bad guys here -- you just like to label us. We are leaders. We are equals to one another. And if you try to piss on our doorstep we will have to treat you like dogs. Rubbing you in face first. Just replace yellow with red and you have done the maths. Your blood will be our prize of the night.
She licked her lips before sitting herself on Hayden’s lap, her back facing the camera. She kissed him passionately as the scene faded to black.
Backstage at Washington Hall, Hayden Lazarus and Lara Chambers are standing in a secluded hallway, side by side, staring at two tables. Both graffiti ridden with the names Croy and Kurt, Hayden gives Lara a kiss before smirking with evil intent in his eyes.
Hayden: Tonight is the night… broken wood, mangled bodies, ultimate triumph. For us, this is commonplace, our zen… the reason we even came to this company. But they don't realize what they are in for, do they?
Lara looked from the camera right in his face. An amused grin forming on her face, her hand resting on his back.
Lara Chambers: Do they ever? Or do they fall for the same trap each and every time? Underestimating us. Trying to make us something we are not. We are methodical but that doesn’t mean we are predictable. I shown Croy the past week that he should never mess with what he can’t understand. And tonight for the first time you get the full force of what happens when you put Hayden and me in the same ring. I am not sure you are ready for that kind of impact.
Hayden rubs her cheek, shaking his head.
Hayden: They aren't, they never will be. Because some forces are far too great for average people to even put a dent in. We hold the power, and the keys to success that others wish they had. Experience and blood lines, we were born for this.
For a moment they gave each other a deep look, it seemed like the world around them was forgotten. She ran her fingertips over the chain that was resting around his neck, a sort of talisman. A soft expression was forming but vanished the moment she pulled up her bat, biting her bottom lip.
Lara Chambers: I have never been good at playing the damsel in distress. I know that works for some and that's fine. But my man and every person that ever stepped in a ring with me -- know better. I like to fight my own fights and I do it by my rules. Kurt didn’t like the welcome he got instead of being thankful he got any at all. No one cries about long lost legends, boy. And Croy? I will admit he has this cute puppy face that you wanna pinch, but my ovaries don’t scream for that kind of shit. You think we are done with what we have started? I am afraid your minds can not imagine what we still got in store. And I don’t even talk about the numbers game, boys. Cause actually it is four against two.
Hayden seemed a little puzzled by her last sentence.
Lara Chambers: Hayden, myself, Caim and his girlfriend/manager Lilou.
Hayden smiles in agreement, stroking his beard.
Hayden: And 5 if you count the fact that we are otherworldly in our destruction. You only need one table a piece for us to win, but trust me, we plan on doing much more than that to send a message. This company, it's ours. These people? Our puppets. You? Our victims, forever and always. Welcomed into the chamber of death, reborn in the Lazarus pit, neither of you will be the same again.
Lara Chambers: This whole setup is a little bit like a circus. You have a little bit of everything, wouldn’t you agree? The dramatic, the amusing and the goofy clowns that never learn their lessons. No matter how many times we try to beat it into their heads. We are not the bad guys here -- you just like to label us. We are leaders. We are equals to one another. And if you try to piss on our doorstep we will have to treat you like dogs. Rubbing you in face first. Just replace yellow with red and you have done the maths. Your blood will be our prize of the night.
She licked her lips before sitting herself on Hayden’s lap, her back facing the camera. She kissed him passionately as the scene faded to black.
MATCH SIX: HANDICAP TABLES ELIMINATION TAG MATCH
Croy Calhoun & Kurt Newman vs Lara Chambers, Hayden Lazarus & Caim McCallaghan
Croy Calhoun & Kurt Newman vs Lara Chambers, Hayden Lazarus & Caim McCallaghan
RECAP When he start, their are four tables set up on the outside of the ring, with other tables lying in various positions on the outside as well. They're either going to have to move to the outside before a count out (because remember, we're playing by actual tag rules) or they're going to have to bring them into the ring. Kurt and Caim start for their teams, trading blows in the middle of the ring before Kurt catches him with a snapmare, following it up with a hard kick to his back. He lands another kick to Caim's back. After the second kick, Caim spins to his feet, grabbing Kurt by the arm and twisting it. Caim holds it there, but Kurt brings his other hand up, slapping Caim across the face. He looks shocked, causing him to drop Kurt's arm. Newman grabs him around the midsection and nails a release belly-to-belly. Caim rolls over for a quick tag to Lazarus who comes into the ring and is put into the corner with a running forearm from Kurt. Albeit, it's Hayden's own corner so of course, Lara grabs him by the head and lands a mighty elbow. It causes Kurt to stumble backwards, before Hayden rushes out of the corner and catches Kurt with a running double knee takedown. He helps Newman up, planting him in the middle of the ring with a t-bone suplex. Here's where Kurt tries to lean over for a tag to Croy, who has his hand out. However, Hayden Kurt's arm, causing him to yell out in pain, and clutch it. Hayden stomps on him some more, before tagging in Lara. The first thing Lara does is stomp on Kurt herself, before dragging him away from the corner that Croy is in. She lets Kurt alone, who uses the ropes to get to his feet, before being struck with a Dry Hole (jawbreaker). Kurt is really feeling the effects of not being able to tag his partner in. She points over to Croy, yelling at him, who yells back. She picks Kurt up off the ground and stands behind him in a full nelson position, still looking at Croy, yelling. Without warning, Kurt throws his head back, headbutting Lara and causing her to release the hold. Kurt flies forward, tagging in Croy. He closelines Lara to the floor. Hayden jumps in, who receives a calf kick. Finally, Caim who is given the Best Judo Throw in the World. Lara gets to her feet again and is pushed to the ropes from Croy. He whips her but keeps hold, whipping her back and giving her the Best Judo Throw in the World, as well! She rolls over, quickly tagging in Caim who has just reached the apron. He rushes Croy, jumping on top of him in a lou thesz press and the two punch the hell out of each other, rolling around on the mat until they roll right off the apron. The other three stay on their corner, recuperating, as the referee starts the count. Caim and Croy stand up next to steel steps, and take turns smashing their heads into them. The pair of them have focused so much on punching and smashing their faces, they're both broken open now. Caim and Croy are both pouring blood from the cuts on their forehead. Croy delivers a hard elbow right to Caim's face which forces him to back off for a moment as he steps to the apron. Caim punches him in the leg, keeping him from stepping inside, but also steps to the apron. There, they continue throwing punches at one another. Caim grabs Croy by the head, headbutting him off the apron! But wait, Croy grabs hold of Caim on the way down, and together, they CRASH through one of the tables on the outside! Effectively eliminating both of them. Eliminated: Croy Calhoun and Caim McCallaghan The referee looks to Hayden and Lara and tells one of them to step in, then to Kurt and tells him to do the same. Kurt looks around at the NPP Faithful, now realizing he's without a partner yet again and has to go it alone. Seems to be the story of his life here in NPP, always outnumbered for some reason. Newman and Hayden meet in the middle of the ring in another tie up, one that Hayden gets the better of and whips Kurt across the ring. He bounds back with a forearm smash, followed by his signature GRENADE (places an imaginary grenade on a down opponent, before hitting the ropes and nailing an double stomp). The crowd starts to cheer as Kurt is picking up momentum. He looks out at the crowd, but is hit in the legs with a table being slid in. It nicks him on the ankle, as he turns to look at Chambers. He wags a finger at her like she shouldn't have done it, before setting it up in the corner of the ring. Lara hops onto the apron again, and Kurt gives her an axe handle back down. She falls off the apron, but Kurt turns around to a mighty lariat right into the corner. Hayden goes to town with several punches to his gut before lifting him up onto the second rope. He climbs up, suplexing him all the way down to the mat. The crowd boos as Hayden stands up, looking over Kurt who is losing his energy fast. Hayden walks to his corner, tagging Lara in. She steps in, a smirk across her face as she approaches Newman. He gets to his feet, but is knocked back down with a spin kick. She waves to Hayden and he steps inside the ring. They pick Kurt up, laying him on the table in the corner. Hayden allows Lara to rush him...and Kurt manages to move out of the way at the last second! Lara crashes through the table using her own momentum! Eliminated: Lara Chambers Kurt is already in a state, and seeing Lara run through the table has Hayden yelling out in anger. He rushes Kurt at full force, closelining him into the corner at full force! He sets Kurt on the top rope, before launching into a springboard roundhouse kick. The kick knocks Kurt into next Tuesday, and he flies off the top turnbuckle to the outside of the ring. Hayden is still mighty pissed off, and instantly guns for Newman, exiting the ring. He grabs Kurt by his hair, dragging him to his feet, before lifting him up into a Hail Hayden (Spinning Sitout double underhook facebuster - minus the sitout part) through the announce table on the outside! Eliminated: Kurt Newman WINNERS Lara Chambers, Hayden Lazarus, and Caim McCallaghan METHOD Elimination MATCH LENGTH 16:02 FINISHING MOVE Hail Hayden through the table |
BACKSTAGE
It’s not uncommon for the woman colloquially known as the Emerald City Siren to be somewhat...well, malevolent when she appears on camera, to put it nicely. Even in her own hometown, the Seattleite doesn’t call herself “more violent than the ultraviolent” for no reason, but she’s usually at least composed.
That Sophia?
That Sophia isn’t here right now.
The Sophia that appears on camera, standing in front of the Washington Hall, is a snarling, angry creature, that’s struggling to contain the rage bubbling under the thin facade of control. She’s practically growling as she stares into the camera, taking more than a couple deep breaths and leaving the viewers in silence for a few moments before she finally speaks up.
Sophia Pike: I wonder if Rhett Adelson ever gets tired of being wrong.
The normally condescending tone of Sophia’s voice is replaced with pure vitriol, and the arrogant smirk that usually accompanies these promos is nowhere to be seen; whatever happened to Sophia, this version of the Emerald City Siren is not taking it well.
Sophia Pike: Every time he opens his mouth, every time he makes some guarantee, every time he promises anything...he’s wrong. He said he knew what I was about--he was wrong, he thinks he knows anything about me, but his assumptions couldn’t be further off. He said last week’s tag team match was a chance to “soften me up,” and he couldn’t--the only moment of an advantage he got, was when I got ambushed. He said if I don’t take him seriously, it’ll make things easier for him...easier, like it was going to be easy in the first place...
Sophia Pike: Let me ask you something, Rhett--do you believe the bullshit you spit out, every time you stand in front of a camera? Do you believe the bullshit the spews out of your mouth, night in and night out? Do you HONESTLY think...you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into? If you took half the time you say you take, focusing on this business, and actually watched something that isn’t three feet in front of you, you might know one very important thing about me...
Sophia Pike: I’m nothing if not a woman of my word.
Sophia’s visibly trying to calm herself down, but it’s...very clearly not working, rapid, shallow breaths and a snarling scowl replacing the normally calm, composed, coy Sophia. She clenches a fist as tight as she can, knuckles visibly going white as she pushes forward with her speech.
Sophia Pike: Did you listen, Rhett, when I told Xander Jones that I was going to slap him in the mouth...and watch as I knocked him to the ground with it? Did you listen when I told Croy Calhoun I was going to drop him on his head, and see when I jammed his neck a couple inches shorter? Did you listen when I told Page Killebrew that I was going to stretch out those shoulders until he couldn’t lift his arms the next day, and listen to him SCREAM WHEN I DID IT!?
Sophia Pike: No...because you think you already understand what you’re up against. You think you’re up against just another opponent...someone who gives a fuck about you, someone who cares whether you have a place to work next week, or whether she permanently retires you, before you can embarrass this goddamn sport any more. You think you’re dealing with something easy, when you couldn’t be more wrong...
Sophia Pike: No...you didn’t listen, because you think you’re prepared. You think, because LEGATO got lucky...and risked his well-being for the sake of a fluke pinfall, that you can do the same. You think, because ONE MAN on this roster got lucky and fought off his arm getting snapped like a fucking twig, you have that in you, too...think about that, Rhett. Think about that...the man who finished you, the man who you claim robbed you...needed to risk his own fucking health, just to STEAL THE WIN FROM ME!
The more she speaks, the angrier the $50,000 Woman seems to get, even going as far as to get right up on the camera and scream the last few words directly into it. She starts to take a step back just as quickly,
Sophia Pike: When I say I’m going to do something...I’m going to do it, that’s the difference between someone like me, and someone like you, Rhett--when I commit to something, I’m going to finish the fucking job. It’s all nice and cute that you wants to tell everyone, repeatedly...repeatedly...that nobody wants anything as much as you do, that nobody trains as hard as you do, that nobody’s as talented as you are...until you look at the fact that you can’t back it the fuck up.
Sophia Pike: You want to tell everyone how much hungrier you are, how much better you are, how much more you want it...and then you prove, every single time, that you don’t know your opponents, you’re not fucking smart enough to pay attention to who the fuck you’re fighting--you think you can just will this shit into being.
Sophia Pike: I don’t care what you fight for, Rhett. I don’t care who you fight for. I care about one thing, and one thing only--what happens between those bells. If I have to step on your neck to get where I want to be, trust and believe, I will. If I have to break your mind, break your body, break your spirit...to get what I want, trust and believe, I will. If I have to piss on what you think is a legacy already? I fucking will.
Sophia Pike: Here’s the truth, Rhett--you’re a little bit bravado and a lot of fucking idiocy, and you’ve picked the wrong woman to step up to. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into...so take my advice, and run. Save this thing you want to call a career, save that bravado and the act that you mean anything, save your health...because you certainly won’t have it if you’re foolish enough to get in that ring.
Sophia Pike: Run, Rhett Adelson...run, or I’ll do to you, what I’ve done to everyone else...
Sophia Pike: Run...or I’ll treat you, the same way I treated professional wrestling for the past two years.
Sophia Pike: Run...before I slap you so hard you wish you were back in the military. Run, before I hit you so hard they’ll try me in court martial like my name’s Jessup. Run...before I loosen teeth in that head of yours, pop that eardrum, buckle those knees and leave you quivering in front of me...
Sophia Pike: Run...before I catch you, and spike you on your head. Run, before I dent the canvas with your skull, before I plant you so deep in the foundation of this building they’ll be digging up your fossils in a thousand years, asking if this was a tomb...or if you were just unlucky enough to die in the Washington Hall.
Sophia Pike: RUN...before I twist you into a fucking pretzel, before I stretch every joint in your body, before I twist that neck and bend that back in half...before I stretch those arms so you can drag your knuckles on the floor, pop those elbows out of socket just so I can stomp them back in and have a little more fun...before I snap those fingers so you can point in 3 directions at once. Run, before I bend your knees backwards, before I twist those ankles so they swell up like grapefruits, before I stretch you out so badly there won’t be anything left that doesn’t pop...
Sophia stops for a moment, finally managing to compose herself--a little bit. She takes a deeper breath than before, exhaling slowly, eyes fixed on the camera.
Sophia Pike: Run...Rhett Adelson, before you have to learn the lesson that everyone eventually learns...before you have to learn what Seattle already knows, what those people that you want to love you so badly already know...
Sophia Pike: In the end? Sophia Wins.
Sophia Pike: And the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...TAP!
She emphasizes each tap with a slap to her own shoulder, exhaling sharply after the third, and we cut to black.
It’s not uncommon for the woman colloquially known as the Emerald City Siren to be somewhat...well, malevolent when she appears on camera, to put it nicely. Even in her own hometown, the Seattleite doesn’t call herself “more violent than the ultraviolent” for no reason, but she’s usually at least composed.
That Sophia?
That Sophia isn’t here right now.
The Sophia that appears on camera, standing in front of the Washington Hall, is a snarling, angry creature, that’s struggling to contain the rage bubbling under the thin facade of control. She’s practically growling as she stares into the camera, taking more than a couple deep breaths and leaving the viewers in silence for a few moments before she finally speaks up.
Sophia Pike: I wonder if Rhett Adelson ever gets tired of being wrong.
The normally condescending tone of Sophia’s voice is replaced with pure vitriol, and the arrogant smirk that usually accompanies these promos is nowhere to be seen; whatever happened to Sophia, this version of the Emerald City Siren is not taking it well.
Sophia Pike: Every time he opens his mouth, every time he makes some guarantee, every time he promises anything...he’s wrong. He said he knew what I was about--he was wrong, he thinks he knows anything about me, but his assumptions couldn’t be further off. He said last week’s tag team match was a chance to “soften me up,” and he couldn’t--the only moment of an advantage he got, was when I got ambushed. He said if I don’t take him seriously, it’ll make things easier for him...easier, like it was going to be easy in the first place...
Sophia Pike: Let me ask you something, Rhett--do you believe the bullshit you spit out, every time you stand in front of a camera? Do you believe the bullshit the spews out of your mouth, night in and night out? Do you HONESTLY think...you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into? If you took half the time you say you take, focusing on this business, and actually watched something that isn’t three feet in front of you, you might know one very important thing about me...
Sophia Pike: I’m nothing if not a woman of my word.
Sophia’s visibly trying to calm herself down, but it’s...very clearly not working, rapid, shallow breaths and a snarling scowl replacing the normally calm, composed, coy Sophia. She clenches a fist as tight as she can, knuckles visibly going white as she pushes forward with her speech.
Sophia Pike: Did you listen, Rhett, when I told Xander Jones that I was going to slap him in the mouth...and watch as I knocked him to the ground with it? Did you listen when I told Croy Calhoun I was going to drop him on his head, and see when I jammed his neck a couple inches shorter? Did you listen when I told Page Killebrew that I was going to stretch out those shoulders until he couldn’t lift his arms the next day, and listen to him SCREAM WHEN I DID IT!?
Sophia Pike: No...because you think you already understand what you’re up against. You think you’re up against just another opponent...someone who gives a fuck about you, someone who cares whether you have a place to work next week, or whether she permanently retires you, before you can embarrass this goddamn sport any more. You think you’re dealing with something easy, when you couldn’t be more wrong...
Sophia Pike: No...you didn’t listen, because you think you’re prepared. You think, because LEGATO got lucky...and risked his well-being for the sake of a fluke pinfall, that you can do the same. You think, because ONE MAN on this roster got lucky and fought off his arm getting snapped like a fucking twig, you have that in you, too...think about that, Rhett. Think about that...the man who finished you, the man who you claim robbed you...needed to risk his own fucking health, just to STEAL THE WIN FROM ME!
The more she speaks, the angrier the $50,000 Woman seems to get, even going as far as to get right up on the camera and scream the last few words directly into it. She starts to take a step back just as quickly,
Sophia Pike: When I say I’m going to do something...I’m going to do it, that’s the difference between someone like me, and someone like you, Rhett--when I commit to something, I’m going to finish the fucking job. It’s all nice and cute that you wants to tell everyone, repeatedly...repeatedly...that nobody wants anything as much as you do, that nobody trains as hard as you do, that nobody’s as talented as you are...until you look at the fact that you can’t back it the fuck up.
Sophia Pike: You want to tell everyone how much hungrier you are, how much better you are, how much more you want it...and then you prove, every single time, that you don’t know your opponents, you’re not fucking smart enough to pay attention to who the fuck you’re fighting--you think you can just will this shit into being.
Sophia Pike: I don’t care what you fight for, Rhett. I don’t care who you fight for. I care about one thing, and one thing only--what happens between those bells. If I have to step on your neck to get where I want to be, trust and believe, I will. If I have to break your mind, break your body, break your spirit...to get what I want, trust and believe, I will. If I have to piss on what you think is a legacy already? I fucking will.
Sophia Pike: Here’s the truth, Rhett--you’re a little bit bravado and a lot of fucking idiocy, and you’ve picked the wrong woman to step up to. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into...so take my advice, and run. Save this thing you want to call a career, save that bravado and the act that you mean anything, save your health...because you certainly won’t have it if you’re foolish enough to get in that ring.
Sophia Pike: Run, Rhett Adelson...run, or I’ll do to you, what I’ve done to everyone else...
Sophia Pike: Run...or I’ll treat you, the same way I treated professional wrestling for the past two years.
Sophia Pike: Run...before I slap you so hard you wish you were back in the military. Run, before I hit you so hard they’ll try me in court martial like my name’s Jessup. Run...before I loosen teeth in that head of yours, pop that eardrum, buckle those knees and leave you quivering in front of me...
Sophia Pike: Run...before I catch you, and spike you on your head. Run, before I dent the canvas with your skull, before I plant you so deep in the foundation of this building they’ll be digging up your fossils in a thousand years, asking if this was a tomb...or if you were just unlucky enough to die in the Washington Hall.
Sophia Pike: RUN...before I twist you into a fucking pretzel, before I stretch every joint in your body, before I twist that neck and bend that back in half...before I stretch those arms so you can drag your knuckles on the floor, pop those elbows out of socket just so I can stomp them back in and have a little more fun...before I snap those fingers so you can point in 3 directions at once. Run, before I bend your knees backwards, before I twist those ankles so they swell up like grapefruits, before I stretch you out so badly there won’t be anything left that doesn’t pop...
Sophia stops for a moment, finally managing to compose herself--a little bit. She takes a deeper breath than before, exhaling slowly, eyes fixed on the camera.
Sophia Pike: Run...Rhett Adelson, before you have to learn the lesson that everyone eventually learns...before you have to learn what Seattle already knows, what those people that you want to love you so badly already know...
Sophia Pike: In the end? Sophia Wins.
Sophia Pike: And the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...TAP!
She emphasizes each tap with a slap to her own shoulder, exhaling sharply after the third, and we cut to black.
MATCH SEVEN: IMPROMPTU SINGLES
Ana Valentine vs Bethany Driver
Ana Valentine vs Bethany Driver
RECAP We shift our focus back to ringside, where unfamiliar music hits. However, there are some in the crowd that recognize the music, and even more who recognize the face, as ANA VALENTINE walks out from behind the black curtain. She walks to the ring with mixed reviews. Sure, NPP has had a few names that were made elsewhere, but have mostly taken pride in taking stake in their own, yet here is Ana Valentine. She walks to the ring, a microphone in hand and a smile on her face that says she knows a secret.. Once inside the ring, she explains how she's spent time on the sidelines, watching the wrestling business closely until she found the correct company to sign with. Well, she's found it. Ana Valentine announces that she's signed with North Pacific Pro, declares herself the hottest signing of 2018, and warns the winner of LEGATO vs Stone Hendrix. She's about to exit the ring, when a second unfamiliar song hits. Just like the first, there's a good amount of people who ARE familiar with the song, and even more familiar when BETHANY DRIVER steps out onto the ramp. Again, there's mixed reviews as Bethany also announces her signing. However, there's a mighty pop with Bethany challenges Ana's claim as the hottest new signing. After some words and a stare down, the bell is ringing and the two are having their first North Pacific Pro match. The two females lock up, with Ana gaining control and positioning herself behind Beth. She whips Driver towards the ropes, who bounds back into a dropkick from Valentine. Bethany gets to her feet and is hit by a forearm from Valentine, before a superb arm drag. Beth tries to roll through, but is instantly hit with a running knee from Ana. Beth kips up and receives a kick to the stomach, before Ana nails a float over stiff neckbreaker that keeps Beth down. Ana gets to her feet after the quick string of moves, looking out to the taunt and taunting. She looks back at Beth, hooking her leg. One...two...Kickout. Ana doesn't seem too worried, as she helps Beth to her feet. Unfortunately, Driver begins to battle back with rights to Ana's gut. After the third one, she hits the ropes, bounding back into a calf kick. Valentine is able to kip up just as fast as Driver is, but is caught around the midsection, and hoisted up in a belly-to-belly. Naturally, Bethany is finding her rhythm a bit more, on her feet before Ana, giving her enough leverage to follow up with a bridged fisherman suplex. One...two...kickout! Ana kicks out with force, but backs up into the corner with an open mouth, surprised at how Bethany is coming at her. She looks around to the crowd, before rushing Bethany. Driver counters with a drop toe hold, which forces Valentine to roll out of the ring. On the outside, mouth still agape, she looks up at Bethany, pointing her finger in anger. Driver smirks, waving Ana to bring it. Valentine slides in and battle upwards through a few boots from Driver. She hits her with some rights until they're against the ropes. She bounds Bethany off the ropes but ripcords her back into a hard lariat. She keeps hold of Bethany's arm, dragging her to her feet, before dropping her back down with a stalling, leaping DDT. She takes a moment to toss another taunt towards the crowd, but she's learned her lesson and takes much less time before getting back to Bethany. She helps Driver up to her feet, giving a few chops to her chest, twisting her arm, and then angling the arm as she drops Driver with a russian legsweep. Beth looks to be in a bad spot as she holds her arm in pain, withering around. Ana looks to be completely in control. Once again, she helps Beth to her feet, landing a few more chops to weaken her. She battles Bethany into the corner, using her boot to choke Driver a bit before letting go ahead of the refs DQ. Ana hoists Beth onto the top rope, looking for a huge move. She follows after Bethany, climbing up to the second rope, and tossing Beth's arm over her shoulder. She points out to the crowd with an arrogance about her, before grabbing Bethany's tights, and hitting a mighty superplex... But wait! As the pair hit the mat, Bethany manages to hook her arm solidly into Ana's, and roll through. grabbing hold of Ana's legs as they flew up for impact. This allowed her to create a perfect roll-thru cradle, and the referee dropped to the mat. One...two...three! The bell rings, the crowd erupts in absolute surprise, and Bethany releases the cradle, rolling under the bottom rope and escaping the ring. Ana shoots up, hair a mess, furious. Bethany backs up the ring with a smile on her face and a shrug, shouting that Ana shouldn't have underestimated her, as Ana shouts back that this isn't the end. WINNER Bethany Driver METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:47 FINISHING MOVE Cradle Pin |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to Rhett Adelson standing in a dark room. There’s a small light that’s hovering over him, which is illuminating only Rhett and nothing else. His usually jovial smile isn’t there. No, tonight is as serious as it gets for Adelson. His eyes stare into the camera for a moment before he speaks with a cool and confident tone.
Rhett Adelson: Sophia Pike… You and I both have something in common. We’ve both lost to LEGATO on his way to claiming the throne of North Pacific Pro. Both of us came up short and now here we are, fighting for a chance to redeem what happened a month and a half ago.
He pauses for a moment and his eyes stay fixated on the camera.
Rhett Adelson: Last week you told me to run away but I didn’t do that, hell no. I don’t run, not anymore.
He glances to the side, memories of abandoning his duties in the marine flood his mind for a moment before he looks back up.
Rhett Adelson: Fuck no! I fight my problems head in and you? You’re my number one problem right now. Why? Well, it’s not just because you’re standing in the way of my title shot, but it’s also because you’re everything that’s wrong with this business. You care about nothing but yourself.
He scoffs and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: You’re not fit to lead North Pacific Pro as it’s champion. Nobody wants someone who spits on the people and cities that this territory represents like you did last week when you called Portland trash. The fans deserve better and most of all, North Pacific Pro deserves better.
He steps closer to the camera, the light following him as he does so.
Rhett Adelson: I’m the one thing standing in your way for this title shot, Sophia. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to talk tough? Tell me to hide to ease you’re going to break me and twist me into a pretzel?
He laughs and rolls his eyes.
Rhett Adelson: Save the tough talk for someone else because I’ve seen real fear and you? You’re not it. So talk your talk, it doesn’t phase me. Bring me your best shot, because this time? This isn’t a triple threat match and it’s not a six way tag. Nope, it’s just one on one and when it comes down to it? I don’t think you have what it takes to beat me.
He shrugs.
Rhett Adelson: See you out there.
Rhett walks off and the light shuts off before he scene fades out.
The scene cuts to Rhett Adelson standing in a dark room. There’s a small light that’s hovering over him, which is illuminating only Rhett and nothing else. His usually jovial smile isn’t there. No, tonight is as serious as it gets for Adelson. His eyes stare into the camera for a moment before he speaks with a cool and confident tone.
Rhett Adelson: Sophia Pike… You and I both have something in common. We’ve both lost to LEGATO on his way to claiming the throne of North Pacific Pro. Both of us came up short and now here we are, fighting for a chance to redeem what happened a month and a half ago.
He pauses for a moment and his eyes stay fixated on the camera.
Rhett Adelson: Last week you told me to run away but I didn’t do that, hell no. I don’t run, not anymore.
He glances to the side, memories of abandoning his duties in the marine flood his mind for a moment before he looks back up.
Rhett Adelson: Fuck no! I fight my problems head in and you? You’re my number one problem right now. Why? Well, it’s not just because you’re standing in the way of my title shot, but it’s also because you’re everything that’s wrong with this business. You care about nothing but yourself.
He scoffs and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: You’re not fit to lead North Pacific Pro as it’s champion. Nobody wants someone who spits on the people and cities that this territory represents like you did last week when you called Portland trash. The fans deserve better and most of all, North Pacific Pro deserves better.
He steps closer to the camera, the light following him as he does so.
Rhett Adelson: I’m the one thing standing in your way for this title shot, Sophia. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to talk tough? Tell me to hide to ease you’re going to break me and twist me into a pretzel?
He laughs and rolls his eyes.
Rhett Adelson: Save the tough talk for someone else because I’ve seen real fear and you? You’re not it. So talk your talk, it doesn’t phase me. Bring me your best shot, because this time? This isn’t a triple threat match and it’s not a six way tag. Nope, it’s just one on one and when it comes down to it? I don’t think you have what it takes to beat me.
He shrugs.
Rhett Adelson: See you out there.
Rhett walks off and the light shuts off before he scene fades out.
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Rhett Adelson vs Sophia Pike
Rhett Adelson vs Sophia Pike
RECAP As the bell rings, the two circle around each other cautiously. They know the heavy implications this match has on the future of NPP. It's Sophia who first slowly walks towards the middle of the ring, testing Rhett out with a test of strength. Rhett obliges, but it only lasts a moment, as Sophia twists Rhett's arm behind him. He reverses the motion back, twisting Sophia's arm now, and ending up behind her. He clutches around her waist, lifting upwards and looking for a backdrop, more than likely. However, he doesn't get Sophia very high, as she throws her weight downwards, grabbing hold of Rhett's arm and giving him an arm drag. Thinking fast, Rhett spins, hitting Sophia right in the face with a spinning backfist. Sophia turns, falling the opposite direction and hitting the canvas, clutching her face and rolling to the other side of the ring. Rhett takes a moment to catch his breath as Sophia uses the ropes to help herself to her feet. Rhett lunges forward but is caught by Sophia, she takes hold of his Rhett, locking in a hammerlock. Rhett yells out in pain, but Sophia only further applies pressure. Adelson continuously slips further and further out of the hammerlock, so instead, Sophia plants him with a hammerlock DDT. She hooks his leg as soon as his body flips over from impact. One...Tw-kickout! Sophia looks only slightly frustrated, she knew it wasn't going to be that easy, though she had hoped. She helps Rhett to his feet, looking to hit a hard uppercut, only for Rhett to side-step her. Sophia's uppercut goes nowhere, and Adelson is able to kick her in the midsection. As a follow up, he brings Sophia to her knees, applying pressure on a simple headlock. Simple, sure, but he seems to be controlling the situation for a bit, until Sophia wises up and begins to elbow him in his stomach. Rhett releases the headlock, just to kick Sophia in her gut again, and plant her with a headlock driver. As Sophia had done before, Rhett hooks the leg. One...Tw-kickout! There's almost a mirror image, as Sophia is able to kickout at almost the exact moment that Rhett had. Adelson seems to be matching Sophia, and Pike is matching Adelson. The pair of them battle through right hands, to their feet, before Rhett gives Sophia a solid headbutt. Sophia clutches her forehead, stepping back several steps. However, it's also hurt Rhett a bit more, as he stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle. Sophia rushes him, and Rhett responds with a flapjack right into the turnbuckle. Clutching the same spot on her face, Pike stumbles out of the corner, as Adelson bounds off the ropes into a slingblade. Pike hits the ground hard, and chants for Adelson begin to roar through the arena. He yells out to the crowd, and begins to climb to the top rope. At first, the audience think he may be trying for a Nightfall Splash, but see that he changes his mind as Sophia begins to get to her feet. He leaps into a flying knee, but Sophia moves out of the way! Rhett thinks fast, changing his moves and diving into a roll. Of course, he isn't fast enough to move out of the way of Sophia's knee, as she nails him in the face with a shining wizard, followed by a pin! One...Two..T-kickout! Sophia arm wringer with elbow strikes, northern lights quick pin, dropkick, but Rhett bounds back into a swing-over neckbreaker. Whip, reversal, Sophia jumps onto the second rope but Rhett clobbers her from behind. Bridging german suplex from the second rope. The referee drops to the canvas again. One...Two...T-Sophia powers out! Sophia may have kicked out but she's definitely reeling from that last move. Rhett lies onto the canvas as well, taking this moment to gain his breath. Rhett gets to his feet slowly, but doesn't instantly go after Sophia. He waits for her to get up on her own, stalking her. She's looking a little out of it, crouching, and then stumbling a little, turning around... That's when Rhett would have striken, if Sophia hadn't been playing possum. She grabs holds of Rhett's arm, forcefully holding it lower and stepping over with one leg, quickly going for the Space Needle. Sophia goes to drop into the seated position, but Rhett has seen it coming a second prior. He rolls into his shoulder, leading to Sophia trying to sit, only for Rhett to roll under her, and she begins to fall backwards on the mat. Still, she keeps hold of Rhett's arm as he rolls on top of her. Sophia changes her attack, going for a triangle with Rhett's arm that she's captured. However, Rhett, has built his own triangle, with his legs and his captured arm by Sophia, as he begins to push upwards. Using all of his strength, he lifts the arm that Sophia has captured, before crashing down into a seated, one-armed powerbomb of sorts. Rhett pushes Sophia's legs upwards for a pin. One...Two...ThrKickout! The NPP Faithful are now on their feet, cheering for both competitors in this competitive sport. Rhett is up first, waving his arms for Sophia to get to his feet, and the audience cheers even louder. With each wave, the crowd gets LOUDER, until Pike is on her feet. Adelson rushes forward, looking for an Explosion (Running Single Leg Dropkick) but Sophia ducks, rolls under him, causing Rhett to collide with the ringpost, ending up with one of his legs hung up on a rope. Rhett yells out, reaching towards the leg that is hung up, when unfortunately, Sophia catches him from behind in this awkward position. She grabs hold of his chin, forcing a chin lock, before leaping into a rope-assisted backstabber. After falling victim to the rope-assisted backstabber, Rhett is yanked down. The good news, his leg was no longer hung up on the rope. The bad news, he was now rolling around the ring, holding his back. Pike grabs a fistful of hair, helping him up to his feet, but choosing to stand behind him. Sophia takes a deep breath, and shows off an incredible display of strength, raising Rhett up into a Queen's End suplex with him on her shoulders. The base doesn't seem solid, and Sophia begins to falter and stumble, with Rhett atop her shoulders. Adelson uses this opportunity to lean back, delivering a huricanrana driver the floors Sophia. Rhett uses the ropes to get to his feet, and sees that Sophia is still on the ground. More than that, she's on her back. With glee and anticipation, Rhett hurries over to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the rop as fast as he possibly could. He leaps for the Nightfall Splash (Five Star Frog Splash) but Sophia moves! Rhett connects with the canvas, and the impact forces him upwards, clutching his gut. Quickly, Sophia locks in the Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar) and is able to lock in the seated position. Rhett lasts for a little bit, but it forced to tap out. WINNER Sophia Pike METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 19:05 FINISHING MOVE Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar) |
BACKSTAGE
LEGATO: “We’re here. The first supershow or to some, this is the start of the new era. To me, it’s the final frontier.”
LEGATO speaks with the same conviction that he always does. The champion appears in bursts of montages, showing his training throughout his tenure thus far as North Pacific Champion. He strikes training bags with the lethal blows that floored all his challengers. It splits into footage of his first match against Nico Rider, showcasing the ability of his punches. It all ends with the Fatal Attraction, the Reverse Brainbuster. The pin comes and LEGATO moves on in the tournament.
LEGATO: “I’ve been a valiant champion. My goal of elevating this champion has been pushed forward with each win.”
LEGATO’s victory over Sophia Pike, the narrowest victory in his NPP career, but one that still came. He overcomes, showing some sort of his craftiness in the process.
LEGATO: “I’ve waited for my contender to blossom.”
Stone Hendrix comes on screen, winning the Battle Royal to secure his place for tonight. A sequence of his matches leading to the main event of the supercard presents themselves. The highlight is him felling the giant, Rumble Reyes. Stone stands in victory, ready to take the win upon Darkest Day.
LEGATO: “He never told me what his intent as champion was.”
The image of the victorious and proud Stone Hendrix fades away as the image of LEGATO standing over Rhett Adelson, his fallen enemy, with the North Pacific Championship over his head.
LEGATO: “I said I was to become the greatest champion in the GWA, but here I stand in its ashes. Here I stand with my championship above it all! I can stomp on the grave of a coalition and represent my federation as the best champion in the world. My doors are open and I’m awaiting any challengers. Come to my doorstep and fight me. Make me work for my dream! Be like anyone else and try to stop what I seek to make. Crush the foundation of my empire. Stomp out the flames of my vengeance towards the mediorcy of the wrestling world. Ruin my millenium. Stop my revolution! Put an end to my liberties and my freedom as champion and take the globe, my championship away from me.”
The final montage shows every person who fell at LEGATO’s feet until it ends on LEGATO marching to the ring for his title match.
LEGATO: “For I am sonne, both moon and the sun, and I’m here to keep shining bright on professional wrestling.”
LEGATO: “We’re here. The first supershow or to some, this is the start of the new era. To me, it’s the final frontier.”
LEGATO speaks with the same conviction that he always does. The champion appears in bursts of montages, showing his training throughout his tenure thus far as North Pacific Champion. He strikes training bags with the lethal blows that floored all his challengers. It splits into footage of his first match against Nico Rider, showcasing the ability of his punches. It all ends with the Fatal Attraction, the Reverse Brainbuster. The pin comes and LEGATO moves on in the tournament.
LEGATO: “I’ve been a valiant champion. My goal of elevating this champion has been pushed forward with each win.”
LEGATO’s victory over Sophia Pike, the narrowest victory in his NPP career, but one that still came. He overcomes, showing some sort of his craftiness in the process.
LEGATO: “I’ve waited for my contender to blossom.”
Stone Hendrix comes on screen, winning the Battle Royal to secure his place for tonight. A sequence of his matches leading to the main event of the supercard presents themselves. The highlight is him felling the giant, Rumble Reyes. Stone stands in victory, ready to take the win upon Darkest Day.
LEGATO: “He never told me what his intent as champion was.”
The image of the victorious and proud Stone Hendrix fades away as the image of LEGATO standing over Rhett Adelson, his fallen enemy, with the North Pacific Championship over his head.
LEGATO: “I said I was to become the greatest champion in the GWA, but here I stand in its ashes. Here I stand with my championship above it all! I can stomp on the grave of a coalition and represent my federation as the best champion in the world. My doors are open and I’m awaiting any challengers. Come to my doorstep and fight me. Make me work for my dream! Be like anyone else and try to stop what I seek to make. Crush the foundation of my empire. Stomp out the flames of my vengeance towards the mediorcy of the wrestling world. Ruin my millenium. Stop my revolution! Put an end to my liberties and my freedom as champion and take the globe, my championship away from me.”
The final montage shows every person who fell at LEGATO’s feet until it ends on LEGATO marching to the ring for his title match.
LEGATO: “For I am sonne, both moon and the sun, and I’m here to keep shining bright on professional wrestling.”
RINGSIDE
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
SUBJECT:...THE FUTURE
HELLO.
THE DARKEST DAY MARKS NORTH PACIFIC PRO'S FIRST SUPERSHOW
IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE...CONGRATS!
ARE
ARE YOU READY
ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT...
FOR YOUR LIFE?
WILL YOU SURVIVE
THE APOCALYPSE?
GOOD LUCK.
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
SUBJECT:...THE FUTURE
HELLO.
THE DARKEST DAY MARKS NORTH PACIFIC PRO'S FIRST SUPERSHOW
IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE...CONGRATS!
ARE
ARE YOU READY
ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT...
FOR YOUR LIFE?
WILL YOU SURVIVE
THE APOCALYPSE?
GOOD LUCK.
MAIN EVENT: DEATHMATCH RULES
NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPIONSHIP
LEGATO(c) vs Stone Hendrix
NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPIONSHIP
LEGATO(c) vs Stone Hendrix
RECAP As each of the two competitors of the main event make their way out from the back, the first thing they notice is the scenery. The NPP staff has been so kind as to decorate the ring and the surrounding area for the appropriate stipulation - a deathmatch! There are all sorts of weapons and foreign objects scattered every which way. Luckily the ring itself seems relatively empty, at least to start things off, that is. The North Pacific Championship is held high for the NPP Faithful to see, the only championship belt DEFENDED tonight. As the bell rings, our two headliners both come out of their corner quickly. They catch each other off guard, and back off slightly, expecting to go on the defense, only to see their opponent as mirrored them. Well, this would certainly be interesting. After a short game of catch me if you can, LEGATO gets hold of Stone's arm. He turns Hendrix's wrist, applying a hammerlock, which he only keeps for two seconds before switching to an armwrech. Again, he only applies this for maybe two seconds, before transitioning to a simple arm extension. You guessed it, only two more seconds, but this time LEGATO executs the hilarious Bitchmaker (ripcord to one handed slap, as a parody of ripcord moves). The two seem to stop for a second, as Stone feels his cheek and raises an eyebrow. A second later, he snaps out of it and makes LEGATO regret it by nailing him with a falling closeline that brought them both to the canvas. Stone attempts to keep his arm around LEGATO's neck for a grounded headlock, but LEGATO slips out easily, rolling to his feet. He turns around, giving Hendrix a step-up enziguri. As Stone attempts to pull himself up, LEGATO kicks the back of his head. It's done more as an insult than as anything else. LEGATO continues staring as Hendrix fights to get up again. LEGATO smacks the back of Stone's head in an incredible sign of disrespect. The crowd boos in response. The poor showmanship gives Stone a sudden second wind, as he lunges upwards and clocks LEGATO in the jaw with a bullhammer elbow. LEGATO gets back to his feet, albeit with a hand clutching his jaw at first. However, he's at a slight disadvantage by doing so, falling victim to a stiff DDT at first, which keeps him on the canvas longer. This time, Stone assists LEGATO to his feet, only to plant him back down with a swinging neckbreaker. With LEGATO on the mat for the time being, Stone looks out at the crowd...then to ringside where all the untouched weapons are...to the crowd...to the weapons...to the crowd...to the weapons. The crowd starts going ballistic, wanting nothing more than for Stone to christen this deathmatch properly. He begins to smile, and nod his head to the NPP Faithful, who begin to lose it. Stone slides under the bottom rope, grabs a black chair, and then slides back in. By now LEGATO is getting back to his feet a bit, crouching on his knees. Stone looks out at the crowd, then at the chair, at LEGATO, then the crowd again. The audience cheers! Stone raises the chair, and slams it on LEGATO's back with a loud SMACK! LEGATO arches his back and yells. Stone raises the chair, slamming it on LEGATO's back again. Hendrix turns the chair, jamming the side of it into LEGATO's gut. As LEGATO hunches over, Stone takes a few steps back, before running forward and smashing the chair across LEGATO's skull. Stone closes the chair, raises it into the air with a cheer, and tosses it across the ring. Hendrix lies across LEGATO for a pin. One...Tw-kickout! Stone helps LEGATO to his feet, where LEGATO swats away his hands. He gives Stone a few right hands, before he begins to grab the back of his head with his right, and land a fist with his left for a few more times. He kicks Hendrix in the gut, causing him to double over, and gives him a suplex - no wait, LEGATO drops him down into a devastating backbreaker. Stone uses his momentum to kip back up, but kips right into a lungblower which keeps him grounded. Now it's LEGATO's turn, as he exits the ring, grabbing a brown bag and opening it. He peaks inside, makes a face, and returns to the ring. He stomps on Stone a few times before completely opening the bag, looking out at the crowd, and turns the bag over. He spills hundreds of thumbtacks across the canvas, and the NPP Faithful cheer in response. Stone gets to his feet, just in time for LEGATO to give him a running ligerbomb right onto the thumbtacks! He holds Stone's legs for a pin. One...two...t-kickout! LEGATO releases the pin as Stone powers out. He rolls across the ring, and under the bottom rope to the outside. There's plenty thumbtacks stuck in him, which he can definitely feel. He stands up on the outside and yells, turning his arm and picking a couple thumbtacks out. LEGATO has walked over to where Stone rolled out, and reaches over the top rope. He's got just enough room to reach Stone on the outside, who moves and tries to get away. LEGATO grabs hold of his shirt, and Stone can't get away. He panics, and reaches around for something to hold. Luckily, he's within reach of a lighttube. He grabs it in a single hand, haphazardly swinging the lighttube backwards, connecting with LEGATO's head. The lighttube shatters into an unknown amount of glass shards, and LEGATO falls to the canvas, clearly on dream street. Stone is able to escape LEGATO's grasp now, of course, and has now found a new position of power. LEGATO seems to be seeing stars...and bleeding from the forehead. Stone reaches in, grabbing hold of LEGATO's leg and pulling him under the bottom ropes. LEGATO is pulled to the outside and lands on his feet, but is instantly receiving punches in the face. LEGATO fights back with a headbutt, which causes Stone to back up. LEGATO rushes him, but Stone catches him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker onto the steel steps! LEGATO arches his back, and the crowd makes pained faces.LEGATO lies on top of the steps, trying to regain his composure, as Stone begins to look around. He pulls out a long cardboard tube, opening it, and pulling out several light tubes from inside. Stone lays them on the floor next to each other, instead of smashing them over LEGATO's body. He walks over to a nearby table, picking it up, only to have it knocked from his hands by LEGATO, back on his feet. Stone kicks LEGATO away, jams the side of the table into his chest, before dropping it. Instead, Stone lifts LEGATO, spinning around and giving him a spinebuster right on top of the barricade with a loud THUD. Slowly, LEGATO slips down off the barricade and onto the side of the NPP Faithful. A few people reach out and try to place their hands on LEGATO's back. Stone takes a few steps back from the barricade, a bit winded. LEGATO fights with everything he has to push himself upwards, only for Stone to grab a handful of hair and yank him upwards. He drags LEGATO over the barricade, before slamming his head into the ring post. The blood is coming down now, for sure. Hendrix picks up a nearby trash can, rolling it into the ring, followed by rolling LEGATO himself into the ring. Stone wedges the trash can into the turnbuckle, before picking LEGATO up and launching him into it with a turnbuckle bomb. The NPP Faithful are on their feet again, and Stone looks winded. Fighting against exhaustion, Stone grabs the trash can again, walking over to LEGATO... Out of nowhere, LEGATO leaps up and nails the trash can with a Lights Out (360 Roundhouse), which follows through and smashes Stone right in the face! Both hit the floor and lie to the sound of cheers, out of breath. The crowd chant, cheer and stomp their feet for their favorite competitor to get to their feet. After a few seconds and counting from the ref, both guys are up and on their feet. Stone tries for a right but it's blocked, LEGATO ducks under his arm and ends up behind him, grabbing hold and landing a Cure for Insomnia (Reverse DDT) right onto the mat, which is COVERED in glass shards and thumbtacks. LEGATO drops to the floor, grabbing hold of Stone's face and rubbing it into the mat. He lifts Stone's neck back, slamming his face into the glass and thumbtacks until his forehead busts open. Satisfied, LEGATO gets to his feet, walking over to the turnbuckle and removing the protective pad. He drags Stone to his feet, locking him into a full nelson, before spiking him with a Red Bay Massacre (Half Nelson Suplex) right into the exposed turnbuckle! The effect looks like it's killed Stone. LEGATO rolls his body over and hooks the leg. One...Two...Thr-kickout! SOMEHOW Stone Hendrix THROWS his shoulder into the sky and kicks out, causing an uproar right here in Washington Hall, and LEGATO to look a mixture of frustrated yet amused. The duo take a moment to regain themselves as the crowd settles back down a bit. Stone begins to battle upwards, but receiving axe handles from LEGATO, which brings him back down. On the third one, Stone rolls through, which in deed causes him to wince and come up with glass and thumbtacks in his back. However, he leaps into the air and brings LEGATO crashing down into the fuckery with a bulldog, ouch! Stone's own face is looking relatively crimson right now, as he leans against the ropes to bring himself up. He looks over to see LEGATO getting to his feet, on his knees. Stone runs forward and drills him with a shinning wizard. Again, they're both on the floor, forced to roll in the pieces of danger. Stone is able to get to his feet first, chopping LEGATO to his chest. He lifts him up into a gorilla press, before launching him over the top rope and to the outside - into the pile of light tubes from earlier! The NPP Faithful gasps, and Stone flies back into the ropes from the force. He takes a moment to regain himself, before crawling out of the ring to where LEGATO is lying in a pile of death. At this point, Stone is becoming numb from adrenaline, and lies across LEGATO, hooking his leg. One...Two...Thr-kickout! SOMEHOW, LEGATO channels the same energy that Stone had channeled prior, and THROWS his shoulder into the air. Stone can't believe it, the NPP Faithful can't believe it. But here we are. Hendrix painfully gets himself to his feet and out of the broken glass shards. He walks a few feet before finding a black chair, and sets it up in it's legs. By now LEGATO has begun to move around, also painfully, through the glass. Stone comes around, grabbing him by his hair and forcing him to his feet. Stone hoists LEGATO up onto his shoulders, looking for the Broken Mirror (TKO) onto the seat of the chair! ...but LEGATO spins off and lands behind Hendrix. He grabs him by his neck, lifting Stone into the air and crashing down with a Fatal Attraction (Reverse Brainbuster) right onto the steel chair seat! It's immediately dented like a motherfucker! LEGATO hooks the leg! One...Two...Three! WINNER LEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 26:56 FINISHING MOVE Fatal Attraction (Reverse Brainbuster) |