Post by Commissioner on Jan 22, 2020 7:44:11 GMT
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as Kurt Newman is seen walking around a corner. With a piece of paper in hand, Kurt looks confused as he reads a piece of paper.
Kurt Newman: “I haven’t been in the arena for less than an hour and PR already is up my ass about some BS. When that staff member wanted me to sign something, I thought she met her tits, not some piece of paper for the higher ups. She wore a dress that was showing off her bajangas!”
Kurt gives a sigh as he makes another turn around a corner. As he does so, the camera pans back to show that Kurt is completely naked while reading the piece of paper. Luckily for the people watching at home, there’s a picture of Kurt’s face smiling covering his “hotdog”. He doesn’t seem to notice that he’s naked though as the piece of paper seems to be distracting him.
Kurt Newman: “Ok, Kurt. This is 2020. This isn’t 2010 where you could get away with that kind of behavior. Dick jokes and random sex isn’t popular anymore. Everything is gluten free and getting people’s pronouns correct. 2020! New me! Let’s change my life for the better.”
With Kurt still looking at the piece of paper, Kurt turns another corner and accidentally goes into the NPP Female locker room. The sounds of shrieking can be heard inside the female locker room, followed by another scream from Kurt. A scuffle is quickly followed up with Kurt quickly waddling his way out with a red high heel boot stuck up his butt.
RINGSIDE
The arena goes dark for just a moment, the funky opening chords to Voodoo Johnson's "Dirty Angel" playing through the PA, before the white lights are replaced by swirling green replacements, bathing the Washington Hall in the favorite color of the Emerald City Siren. A few seconds pass, though, before Sophia Pike actually makes her way out through the curtain, met--immediately--by the cheers of her hometown crowd, which still causes Sophia to take about a half-step back...only to don a sly little smirk as she moves to the center of the ramp, and digs a mic out of the pocket of her jacket.
Sophia Pike: I don’t even know what to say about this...
She gestures toward the ring with her free hand, head shaking negatively.
Sophia Pike: New faces, new names, same bullshit--I could beat this entire roster, and someone would still tell me they belong in the main event ahead of me. It’s been funny, in that...really, truly pathetic kind of way, to hear Rhett Adelson try to justify his existence in the main event, after the footage of him failing to live up to his claims of knowing how to beat me finally aired...
Sophia Pike: While I’m opening the show...against...I don’t even know who you are. I can tell you what you are, though. What you are...is a sacrifice. What you are is the poor sad sack they hired just to feed them to the meat grinder.
Sophia’s pace toward the ring is no quicker than her usual entrance, though she bypasses her usual antics as she reaches the ring. Instead, she just heads over to the ring steps, climbing up and dusting her feet off on the apron, then stepping into the ring.
Sophia Pike: But most importantly? What you are...is a message--to this company, to Rhett Adelson’s delusional ass, and most importantly, to LEGATO...
Sophia cracks the mic against Caspar Collins’ head and chuckles.
Sophia Pike: Don’t get too comfortable with my belt.
The scene cuts backstage as Kurt Newman is seen walking around a corner. With a piece of paper in hand, Kurt looks confused as he reads a piece of paper.
Kurt Newman: “I haven’t been in the arena for less than an hour and PR already is up my ass about some BS. When that staff member wanted me to sign something, I thought she met her tits, not some piece of paper for the higher ups. She wore a dress that was showing off her bajangas!”
Kurt gives a sigh as he makes another turn around a corner. As he does so, the camera pans back to show that Kurt is completely naked while reading the piece of paper. Luckily for the people watching at home, there’s a picture of Kurt’s face smiling covering his “hotdog”. He doesn’t seem to notice that he’s naked though as the piece of paper seems to be distracting him.
Kurt Newman: “Ok, Kurt. This is 2020. This isn’t 2010 where you could get away with that kind of behavior. Dick jokes and random sex isn’t popular anymore. Everything is gluten free and getting people’s pronouns correct. 2020! New me! Let’s change my life for the better.”
With Kurt still looking at the piece of paper, Kurt turns another corner and accidentally goes into the NPP Female locker room. The sounds of shrieking can be heard inside the female locker room, followed by another scream from Kurt. A scuffle is quickly followed up with Kurt quickly waddling his way out with a red high heel boot stuck up his butt.
RINGSIDE
The arena goes dark for just a moment, the funky opening chords to Voodoo Johnson's "Dirty Angel" playing through the PA, before the white lights are replaced by swirling green replacements, bathing the Washington Hall in the favorite color of the Emerald City Siren. A few seconds pass, though, before Sophia Pike actually makes her way out through the curtain, met--immediately--by the cheers of her hometown crowd, which still causes Sophia to take about a half-step back...only to don a sly little smirk as she moves to the center of the ramp, and digs a mic out of the pocket of her jacket.
Sophia Pike: I don’t even know what to say about this...
She gestures toward the ring with her free hand, head shaking negatively.
Sophia Pike: New faces, new names, same bullshit--I could beat this entire roster, and someone would still tell me they belong in the main event ahead of me. It’s been funny, in that...really, truly pathetic kind of way, to hear Rhett Adelson try to justify his existence in the main event, after the footage of him failing to live up to his claims of knowing how to beat me finally aired...
Sophia Pike: While I’m opening the show...against...I don’t even know who you are. I can tell you what you are, though. What you are...is a sacrifice. What you are is the poor sad sack they hired just to feed them to the meat grinder.
Sophia’s pace toward the ring is no quicker than her usual entrance, though she bypasses her usual antics as she reaches the ring. Instead, she just heads over to the ring steps, climbing up and dusting her feet off on the apron, then stepping into the ring.
Sophia Pike: But most importantly? What you are...is a message--to this company, to Rhett Adelson’s delusional ass, and most importantly, to LEGATO...
Sophia cracks the mic against Caspar Collins’ head and chuckles.
Sophia Pike: Don’t get too comfortable with my belt.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Sophia Pike vs Caspar Collins
Sophia Pike vs Caspar Collins
RECAP The bell rang, and Caspar was already a little miffed. Sophia had successfully gotten into his head by knocking him with microphone. Because of this, he runs forward off the bell and is taken to the floor with a hip toss. He tries to kip up but Sophia throws some power rights to get him against the ropes. She whips him to the other side of the ropes, only to knee him into the midsection. Once she's got him doubled over, she nails him with a northern lights for a short count. She doesn't seem surprised, but amused. Collins tries several times to battle back, as well as used his speed to get him out of some tough situations. His agility allows him to stay out of Sophia's submission range, but doesn't see him able to land much offense. His biggest turn around came at a couple forearms to Sophia's face that backed her up, before Collins plated a hard dropsault. Sophia hit the mat, though as she rebounded up, she did not look very happy at all. Caspar hadn't realized how fast Sophia had gotten to her feet, and as he leapt to the top rope with his back turned, Sophia was there to pull him back down by his arm, before locking in the Space Needle, much to the delight of Seattle. Caspar can't fight it, and taps. Sophia applies even more pressure for a few moments, the referee signaling more for the bell. Pike doesn't let up until the bell has rang several times, and the referee is about to get physical. Finally, she releases Caspar and forcefully pushes him away, before standing up and posing for the North Pacific Pro Faithful to take in her complete victory. WINNER Sophia Pike METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 3:24 FINISHING MOVE The Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar) |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the back where an almost faint buzzing can be heard, the camera cuts over to where North Pacific Pro newcomer, Johnny Hallows, is sitting backwards on a chair with his shirt off. Just behind him is an unknown tattoo artist that is working on a tattoo on Johnny’s shoulder. Hallows has a smile on his face as he looks up to the camera.
Johnny Hallows: Oh hey buddies! What’s up?!
He laughs a bit and smiles some more.
Johnny Hallows: Just getting a little work in. Promised my girl that I’d get one done for her and this is the only time I had when I wasn’t playing Mario Kart or getting tossed through plate glass. I know it ain’t the most sanitary thing to get one done and then wrestle but I’ve had far worse done to me so I ain’t worried about it.
He smirks a bit, not really making any faces or acknowledgment of the pain the tattoo could be causing.
Johnny Hallows: So tonight I get to tangle with Yara who seems like a cool enough chick. Even if she’s not too into dollar store snack like me. Oh well, just more for my high intensity training. You know me, I’m all about sharpening my skills and what not. It’s why I’m a ranked player on Call of Duty. Last place is still a place, right?
He casually looks over his shoulder at the tattoo.
Johnny Hallows: Siiiick!
He chuckles a bit, similar to Seth Rogin’s laugh.
Johnny Hallows: Now I’m sure that Yara is gonna be all grr and serious for this match cause that seems to be what Yara does but I’m going into this excited to be wrestling. It’s gonna be fun and relaxing… guess I’ll see you out there Yara!
The tattoo is finished and the camera zooms in to show it’s actually a small cute bunny. Johnny looks it over and smiles.
Johnny Hallows: Fuck yeah! Khloe is gonna love it.
The scene then fades out.
The scene cuts to the back where an almost faint buzzing can be heard, the camera cuts over to where North Pacific Pro newcomer, Johnny Hallows, is sitting backwards on a chair with his shirt off. Just behind him is an unknown tattoo artist that is working on a tattoo on Johnny’s shoulder. Hallows has a smile on his face as he looks up to the camera.
Johnny Hallows: Oh hey buddies! What’s up?!
He laughs a bit and smiles some more.
Johnny Hallows: Just getting a little work in. Promised my girl that I’d get one done for her and this is the only time I had when I wasn’t playing Mario Kart or getting tossed through plate glass. I know it ain’t the most sanitary thing to get one done and then wrestle but I’ve had far worse done to me so I ain’t worried about it.
He smirks a bit, not really making any faces or acknowledgment of the pain the tattoo could be causing.
Johnny Hallows: So tonight I get to tangle with Yara who seems like a cool enough chick. Even if she’s not too into dollar store snack like me. Oh well, just more for my high intensity training. You know me, I’m all about sharpening my skills and what not. It’s why I’m a ranked player on Call of Duty. Last place is still a place, right?
He casually looks over his shoulder at the tattoo.
Johnny Hallows: Siiiick!
He chuckles a bit, similar to Seth Rogin’s laugh.
Johnny Hallows: Now I’m sure that Yara is gonna be all grr and serious for this match cause that seems to be what Yara does but I’m going into this excited to be wrestling. It’s gonna be fun and relaxing… guess I’ll see you out there Yara!
The tattoo is finished and the camera zooms in to show it’s actually a small cute bunny. Johnny looks it over and smiles.
Johnny Hallows: Fuck yeah! Khloe is gonna love it.
The scene then fades out.
BACKSTAGE
The cameras pan to the backstage area where we find the figure of Qiyara Singh, already dressed in her wrestling gear, of gold and black, perched in a Padangustasana or Toe Stand pose as the camera backs away slowly. Her eyes are closed for a moment as the feint sound of chanting escapes her lips until another figure enters the area. She is barely phased by the intrusion as her head is bowed, her eyes closed, and her hands held together with her thumbs pressing into her chest. She finishes her chanting before she smiles not breaking her pose as she opens her eyes to glance in the direction of the man who entered the area.
Qiyara Singh: Namaste!
She gestured before slowly coming out of her pose giving Rhett a big smile as she fully stood stretching herself out.
Qiyara Singh: Or should I say. . . “Hey You”
She murmured before letting out a laugh as she began to jog in place. Clearly showcasing that she is warming up for her contest very soon.
Qiyara Singh: How are you feeling about your match tonight?
Rhett smiles and shrugs.
Rhett Adelson: You know me, I’m always feeling good about my matches.
He pauses and chuckles lightly.
Rhett Adelson: But this match means a lot more than the usual one. But never mind me! Seems like you’re feeling pumped for your match!
As she continued pacing Qiyara nodded.
Qiyara Singh: Indeed. Mr. Hallows had one request, he wanted it to hurt.
Her smile grew more.
Qiyara Singh: Something I’m quite good at.
She paused now taking a moment to stretch further as she lifted her leg from behind her.
Qiyara Singh: I’ve waited for some time to venture out into other avenues, I’ve wanted to show that my style and technique are something different than anyone else offers in this business and I think I have done that, Johnny may be headless when it comes to his own technique, but I am going to show why taking big risks is not something you do when facing an opponent like me. Someone who can deconstruct you limb from limb, piece by piece.
Pausing momentarily she releases her stretch and placing her hands on her hips she turns to Rhett once again.
Qiyara Singh: So yes, I am ready, and I know that you are as well even if you aren’t going to give that way in speech.
She winked in his direction.
Rhett Adelson: I think this Hallows guy isn’t going to know what hit him tonight when you knock his head clean off.
Rhett laughs lightly and shrugs.
Rhett Adelson: As for LEGATO? He knows who I was a year ago. Things changed and I’m not the same Rhett. And I hope for his sake he isn’t the same LEGATO and brings something new to the table because if he doesn’t? Then he’s going to be in for a rude awakening later tonight.
Qiyara nods emphatically in agreement.
Qiyara Singh: Down with Hallows and down with LEGATO!
Putting her hands together once again she places her thumbs into her chest again and offers a soft bow in both respect and in pure commitment.
Qiyara Singh: Om tare tuttare ture soha, Om tare tuttare ture soha, Om tare tuttare ture soha.
Softly she lifts her head once again now walking over to Rhett placing a hand into his chest before she lifts herself to kiss him softly.
Qiyara Singh: Stay focused, remain positive, and know that you and I are going to show them exactly the type of competitors we are tonight. I will see you soon.
Rhett Adelson: But not soon enough!
He leans down and steals one more kiss.
Rhett Adelson: Sorry, needed one more for good luck!
Qiyara lets out a light laugh shaking her head, but smiling emphatically as she heads towards the entrance way.
The cameras pan to the backstage area where we find the figure of Qiyara Singh, already dressed in her wrestling gear, of gold and black, perched in a Padangustasana or Toe Stand pose as the camera backs away slowly. Her eyes are closed for a moment as the feint sound of chanting escapes her lips until another figure enters the area. She is barely phased by the intrusion as her head is bowed, her eyes closed, and her hands held together with her thumbs pressing into her chest. She finishes her chanting before she smiles not breaking her pose as she opens her eyes to glance in the direction of the man who entered the area.
Qiyara Singh: Namaste!
She gestured before slowly coming out of her pose giving Rhett a big smile as she fully stood stretching herself out.
Qiyara Singh: Or should I say. . . “Hey You”
She murmured before letting out a laugh as she began to jog in place. Clearly showcasing that she is warming up for her contest very soon.
Qiyara Singh: How are you feeling about your match tonight?
Rhett smiles and shrugs.
Rhett Adelson: You know me, I’m always feeling good about my matches.
He pauses and chuckles lightly.
Rhett Adelson: But this match means a lot more than the usual one. But never mind me! Seems like you’re feeling pumped for your match!
As she continued pacing Qiyara nodded.
Qiyara Singh: Indeed. Mr. Hallows had one request, he wanted it to hurt.
Her smile grew more.
Qiyara Singh: Something I’m quite good at.
She paused now taking a moment to stretch further as she lifted her leg from behind her.
Qiyara Singh: I’ve waited for some time to venture out into other avenues, I’ve wanted to show that my style and technique are something different than anyone else offers in this business and I think I have done that, Johnny may be headless when it comes to his own technique, but I am going to show why taking big risks is not something you do when facing an opponent like me. Someone who can deconstruct you limb from limb, piece by piece.
Pausing momentarily she releases her stretch and placing her hands on her hips she turns to Rhett once again.
Qiyara Singh: So yes, I am ready, and I know that you are as well even if you aren’t going to give that way in speech.
She winked in his direction.
Rhett Adelson: I think this Hallows guy isn’t going to know what hit him tonight when you knock his head clean off.
Rhett laughs lightly and shrugs.
Rhett Adelson: As for LEGATO? He knows who I was a year ago. Things changed and I’m not the same Rhett. And I hope for his sake he isn’t the same LEGATO and brings something new to the table because if he doesn’t? Then he’s going to be in for a rude awakening later tonight.
Qiyara nods emphatically in agreement.
Qiyara Singh: Down with Hallows and down with LEGATO!
Putting her hands together once again she places her thumbs into her chest again and offers a soft bow in both respect and in pure commitment.
Qiyara Singh: Om tare tuttare ture soha, Om tare tuttare ture soha, Om tare tuttare ture soha.
Softly she lifts her head once again now walking over to Rhett placing a hand into his chest before she lifts herself to kiss him softly.
Qiyara Singh: Stay focused, remain positive, and know that you and I are going to show them exactly the type of competitors we are tonight. I will see you soon.
Rhett Adelson: But not soon enough!
He leans down and steals one more kiss.
Rhett Adelson: Sorry, needed one more for good luck!
Qiyara lets out a light laugh shaking her head, but smiling emphatically as she heads towards the entrance way.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Johnny Hallows vs Qiyara Singh
Johnny Hallows vs Qiyara Singh
RECAP The bell rings and the two both walk into the middle of the ring with caution. There may not be any bad blood between these two, but they definitely aren't going to allow the other to take advantage. Johnny holds his hand out, which Qiyara takes, and immediately twists behind his back. He rolls under, getting his arm out, before jumping up into a tornado DDT. The move takes Qiyara down hard, mostly by surprise. She kips up but is feeling the effects. Qiyara stumbles into the corner, which allows Hallows to run and hit a splash to the corner, followed by a quick t-bone suplex out of the corner. One...t-kickout! Johnny tries for a fast win by hooking the leg, but to no avail. He waits until she's on her feet before rushing at her, which Qiyara is successfully able to counter, using his own momentum against him and dropping him into a tilt-a-whirl sideslam. As he's trying to get to his feet, she positions herself behind him with a dragon sleeper. Johnny struggles to break free, and at first, it doesn't look as if he's going to be able to. However, with a little help from the ropes, the referee calls for the break up. Instead, Qiyara switches into an inverted neckbreaker, taking Hallows down to the canvas again. She hooks the leg with high hopes. One...tw-kickout! Singh helps Johnny to his feet, looking for some sort of ripcord maneuver, but Johnny ducks, running towards the other side of the ring instead. He bounds back and takes Qiyara down with a hard spear. As Johnny gets to his feet, he's curiously looking outside of the ring, simply starring at something. As the camera zooms in, we see he's simply looking at a collection of light tubes. He makes a grabbing motion towards them, showing the NPP Faithful that he'd like to use them, but alas, the match at hand doesn't call to do so. The slight distraction is enough for Qiyara to strike with her sudden and deadly Singhing Off Qi for the win. WINNER Qiyara Singh METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:35 FINISHING MOVE Sighning Off Qi (Feint Kick to Spinning Tornado Kick) |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to find Amber Richards, former IWF Diamonds champion and LAW Tag team champion wearing a black leather jacket over her ring gear, her long black hair tied back from her pale face, covered in make up and black lip stick.
Amber Richards: North Pacific Pro. The company has made a return and with it my in ring career has been re-ignited. See, for the longest time I have tried to get back in the ring and continue where I left off. But unfortunately I have come to the realisation that it's just not possible to do. The wrestling world moves at a breakneck pace and for the last three years I have only made sporadic appearances and it seems like people have forgotten. See when I was 19 years old I had my first match and I was a natural...
Amber smiles and sighs looking back fondly at her past.
Amber Richards: I went to the social enemies wrestling school, I was trained by Angel Blake and Kyle "Falcon" Braddock, two men who in their primes were beasts, but in my youth I was able to eclipse even them, winning my first world title at the age of 20. But I was coddled, I was held in a small bubble for one company and in the end I suffered for it. See, when I was unleashed on the larger world in wrestling I wasn't ready for the amount of ignorance most people had. And then..well..I got pregnant...
Amber again smiles thinking about her children, her hands clasping together.
Amber Richards: I love my children, I do, but coming back from having my daughters, it was hard. But I did it and I was ready to go, I went to Fsociety and I showed them all that I still had it facing Tyson Gregory and Adrien Cochrane for their world title. I was at the top of the world but then....well, then I got pregnant again with my son. And since then, for the last two years I have just wandered through the wilderness of professional wrestling, from being a general manager to managing my sisters careers to just not doing anything, but the call of the ring was too much...so I came here. And my first match in almost a year is against Ruin, with his little bitch boy wannabe intellectual manager Dante Inferno. And truth is aside from a verbal tangle on social media with Dante I honestly don't know myc about Ruin, the guys who update our bios must be having an off day cause I can't find shit on NPP's site....but all I know...is that I am back in the wrestling world and it feels like...
She takes in a long deep breath.
Amber Richards: Home....
We cut backstage to find Amber Richards, former IWF Diamonds champion and LAW Tag team champion wearing a black leather jacket over her ring gear, her long black hair tied back from her pale face, covered in make up and black lip stick.
Amber Richards: North Pacific Pro. The company has made a return and with it my in ring career has been re-ignited. See, for the longest time I have tried to get back in the ring and continue where I left off. But unfortunately I have come to the realisation that it's just not possible to do. The wrestling world moves at a breakneck pace and for the last three years I have only made sporadic appearances and it seems like people have forgotten. See when I was 19 years old I had my first match and I was a natural...
Amber smiles and sighs looking back fondly at her past.
Amber Richards: I went to the social enemies wrestling school, I was trained by Angel Blake and Kyle "Falcon" Braddock, two men who in their primes were beasts, but in my youth I was able to eclipse even them, winning my first world title at the age of 20. But I was coddled, I was held in a small bubble for one company and in the end I suffered for it. See, when I was unleashed on the larger world in wrestling I wasn't ready for the amount of ignorance most people had. And then..well..I got pregnant...
Amber again smiles thinking about her children, her hands clasping together.
Amber Richards: I love my children, I do, but coming back from having my daughters, it was hard. But I did it and I was ready to go, I went to Fsociety and I showed them all that I still had it facing Tyson Gregory and Adrien Cochrane for their world title. I was at the top of the world but then....well, then I got pregnant again with my son. And since then, for the last two years I have just wandered through the wilderness of professional wrestling, from being a general manager to managing my sisters careers to just not doing anything, but the call of the ring was too much...so I came here. And my first match in almost a year is against Ruin, with his little bitch boy wannabe intellectual manager Dante Inferno. And truth is aside from a verbal tangle on social media with Dante I honestly don't know myc about Ruin, the guys who update our bios must be having an off day cause I can't find shit on NPP's site....but all I know...is that I am back in the wrestling world and it feels like...
She takes in a long deep breath.
Amber Richards: Home....
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Amber Richards vs RUiN w/ Dante Inferno
Amber Richards vs RUiN w/ Dante Inferno
RECAP From the get go, we knew that this match was going to be an interesting one. Amber may have been just now re-entering the wrestling world, but she definitely wasn't going to back down from a challenge. Aaaand you could say that the massive RUiN looked mighty challenging when walking down the ramp. Amber sits on her knees, staring down the ramp and waiting patiently for RUiN to get in the ring. Of course, Dante Inferno is close behind him, looking up at Amber with a devilish smile on his face. As soon as RUiN does slide in the ring, Amber hits the ropes and rebounds with a crossbody. RUiN catches her and slams her down to the canvas with a falling body slam. However, he keeps hold of her, picking her up, just to slam her back down once again with a second falling body slam. Before she's had much time to think of her next move, RUiN is still on her, throwing her back into the body slam position. This time however, he throws her over his head into a fall away slam. RUiN grabs her by the hair, yanking her to her feet, though she fights back by landing several rights to his midsection. He stops a little more with each punch landed, but it's not doing as much damage as Richards had hoped. RUiN moves his hands around Amber's neck, tossing her clear across the ring with a choke toss. RUiN doesn't go after her, but instead, Dante runs around to that side of the ring, getting in Amber's face from under the ropes. He yells something at her, smiling at the sight of her being on the floor. She gazes back at him, waits for a moment, before spitting in his face. The reaction from the NPP Faithful is priceless, watching Dante's smile disappear from his face as he slowly wipes himself. He looks up to RUiN, now angry, and points his thumb downwards. Again, Amber is grabbed by her head and forced up to her feet, but this time she's aiming for RUiN's face. She knocks him a couple more times, forcing him to let go of her, before she lands a headbutt. Ouch! Okay, not the greatest thing to do but it gives her enough time to hit a step-up enzuguri that drops RUiN to his knees. She rebounds off the ropes, striking him in the face with a shinning wizard, and the NPP Faithful are on their feet. She lies across him for a pin attempt. One...RUiN powers off with force. Amber tries her boots to RUiN, but he battles through, before reaching his feet completely to knock her in the face with a large forearm. He raises her up into a gorilla press, before allowing her to fall all the way down to the canvas with a hard thud. RUiN grabs her yet again, tossing her into the corner and landing a few rights. Amber battles back, using the ropes to lift herself up and kick RUiN away a bit. She rushes out of the corner and jumps up, spinning into a tornado DDT position...but wait, she rolls instead of plants, and ends up in a small package. One...two...three! The crowd erupts as Amber is able to pull out the surprise victory. WINNER Amber Richards METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:58 FINISHING MOVE Small Package POST MATCH RUiN instantly jolts up, but because of his size, the amount of time for him to get to his feet is the right amount of time that Amber needs to slip out of the ring. She looks pretty beat up, possibly a bruise beginning to show on her back, a small cut on her lip, but she's got a smile on her face. RUiN breathes through the his mask, as heavy as ever, as angry as ever. Dante grabs a microphone and runs into the ring. Dante Inferno: How dare you! How darrreeeee yooouuu! Dante points at Amber, pacing quickly back and forth in the ring. Dante Inferno: You think this is over little girl? You think this is over?! Not by a long shot! You've woke a sleeping giant, and now there's going to be no putting him down! Dante drops the microphone with a loud thud, before turning to RUiN and attempting to calm him. |
Steph Stefano: North Pacific Pro, I am deep inside of your bowels. Man how is that for an opening line...Man no, that’s not like, great at all. It’s been done before. It’s been done better even.
One of NPP’s newest signings after it’s rebirth, Stephanie is backstage in the Washington Hall...Possibly. It is extremely hard to tell if she’s backstage in the Washington Hall or if she just found some random room on a floor and set up her little situation of a whiteboard with markers of various color sitting in the gutter. She’s wearing a ‘Back In Witchness’ tee, the word ‘Witch’ looking as though it had been graffitied on over the beginning of the word ‘Business’. A golden poisoned apple is surrounded by the font, with glowing neon green eyes. She holds up a small memo taker and presses the record button.
Steph Stefano: Memo to self: possibly hire a writer for new material that didn’t need to go out with the last decade. I would say something about ‘2020 Vision’ but that may have already been overused to death, revived by means of frankenstein-like vivification and then murdered all over again.
Steph presses the ‘stop’ button on her little recorder and slips the recorder under her top and into her wrestling gear. She taps the whiteboard and gives a thumbs up to the camera.
Steph Stefano: North Pacific Pro, I come bearing gifts. The gift of backbreakers. The gift of my acerbic wit. The gift of...The gift of... The gift of The Steph. Mm, terrible. Again, I need to hire a writer, this is absolutely shameful. Anyway, for a time I’ll be honest I didn’t think I would ever want to be in a ring again. The rust collected, the disinterest grew, and my various playlists on Spotify needed recultivating... Listen, it was a lot of time off. I’m not gonna lie...Things got a little weird.
Quick cut to Stephanie sitting at home in a Unicorn pajama suit, complete with horn and ears...Playing Monopoly by herself. Herselves, given that there’s the Thimble on Go, the Terrier on Boardwalk, and the Ship on St. James. Complete with shaking the dice in hand... And taking money from herself to herself.
Cut back to Steph on camera and she shakes her head.
Steph Stefano: Gross. So I got out of that with a little help, and I am here to...Remember why I enjoy wrestling, NPP. I need to remember. I need to be reminded. I will be reminded when Andrew Krazy tries to beat my sphincter into meaty jelly. I’ll be reminded when Watson careens this pretty face into the mat a few dozen times and buddy, listen--I’m kinda into it. I’ll be reminded when...
Stephanie literally checks a note card from off camera.
Steph Stefano: (stilted droning) Malibu’s Hottest Export does a thing at me that puts me in a very uncomfortable kind of way. Much basic. So bitch. Definitely totes. Utterly hella.
Steph proceeds to rip that note card up into confetti and throws it up in the air...To which it rains down in her hair and she grumbles. Her hand disappears back under her shirt and she pulls her recorder.
Steph Stefano: Memo to self, practice proper paper shredding technique else the shit gets everywhere. Ever-y-wh-ere. Anyway, Fatal Four Way, lots of fun and most importantly. Most. Importantly. Infamy Episode Six will go down in infamy. Oh my God, I really need a writer.
The wrestler flips the whiteboard on it’s easel, letting the other side appear. In giant black and green letters of marker reads ‘BACKBREAKER EVERYTHING’. Because Steph has no shame in going full tilt, if no one has concluded this. She taps the whiteboard with a manic grin as the footage fades to black.
One of NPP’s newest signings after it’s rebirth, Stephanie is backstage in the Washington Hall...Possibly. It is extremely hard to tell if she’s backstage in the Washington Hall or if she just found some random room on a floor and set up her little situation of a whiteboard with markers of various color sitting in the gutter. She’s wearing a ‘Back In Witchness’ tee, the word ‘Witch’ looking as though it had been graffitied on over the beginning of the word ‘Business’. A golden poisoned apple is surrounded by the font, with glowing neon green eyes. She holds up a small memo taker and presses the record button.
Steph Stefano: Memo to self: possibly hire a writer for new material that didn’t need to go out with the last decade. I would say something about ‘2020 Vision’ but that may have already been overused to death, revived by means of frankenstein-like vivification and then murdered all over again.
Steph presses the ‘stop’ button on her little recorder and slips the recorder under her top and into her wrestling gear. She taps the whiteboard and gives a thumbs up to the camera.
Steph Stefano: North Pacific Pro, I come bearing gifts. The gift of backbreakers. The gift of my acerbic wit. The gift of...The gift of... The gift of The Steph. Mm, terrible. Again, I need to hire a writer, this is absolutely shameful. Anyway, for a time I’ll be honest I didn’t think I would ever want to be in a ring again. The rust collected, the disinterest grew, and my various playlists on Spotify needed recultivating... Listen, it was a lot of time off. I’m not gonna lie...Things got a little weird.
Quick cut to Stephanie sitting at home in a Unicorn pajama suit, complete with horn and ears...Playing Monopoly by herself. Herselves, given that there’s the Thimble on Go, the Terrier on Boardwalk, and the Ship on St. James. Complete with shaking the dice in hand... And taking money from herself to herself.
Cut back to Steph on camera and she shakes her head.
Steph Stefano: Gross. So I got out of that with a little help, and I am here to...Remember why I enjoy wrestling, NPP. I need to remember. I need to be reminded. I will be reminded when Andrew Krazy tries to beat my sphincter into meaty jelly. I’ll be reminded when Watson careens this pretty face into the mat a few dozen times and buddy, listen--I’m kinda into it. I’ll be reminded when...
Stephanie literally checks a note card from off camera.
Steph Stefano: (stilted droning) Malibu’s Hottest Export does a thing at me that puts me in a very uncomfortable kind of way. Much basic. So bitch. Definitely totes. Utterly hella.
Steph proceeds to rip that note card up into confetti and throws it up in the air...To which it rains down in her hair and she grumbles. Her hand disappears back under her shirt and she pulls her recorder.
Steph Stefano: Memo to self, practice proper paper shredding technique else the shit gets everywhere. Ever-y-wh-ere. Anyway, Fatal Four Way, lots of fun and most importantly. Most. Importantly. Infamy Episode Six will go down in infamy. Oh my God, I really need a writer.
The wrestler flips the whiteboard on it’s easel, letting the other side appear. In giant black and green letters of marker reads ‘BACKBREAKER EVERYTHING’. Because Steph has no shame in going full tilt, if no one has concluded this. She taps the whiteboard with a manic grin as the footage fades to black.
MATCH FOUR: FATAL FOUR WAY
Steph Stefano vs Dickie Watson vs Andrew Krazy vs Bianca LeBlanc
Steph Stefano vs Dickie Watson vs Andrew Krazy vs Bianca LeBlanc
RECAP As the bell rings, the four involved split into two groups of two. Steph and Dickie battle into a corner, whereas Andrew and Bianca due to the same. She hits him with a few forearm strikes before whipping him into the ropes. She tries for a somoan drop, only for Dickie to twist his body around and take her down to the canvas with a neckbreaker. Bianca on the other hand is doing her best to steer clear of Andrew's fists, and she's doing a mighty job of it, as well. She's tucking and rolling every which way, until she ends up behind Krazy, crashing down to the canvas with a russian legsweep. The two groups stick to one another for a time, with nobody really making much progress, until Bianca gets the idea to disrupt the other pairing. After Steph has been applying a surfboard move to Dickie, Bianca rushes over, clubbing Steph into the back of the head. Bianca whips Steph across the ring, and she runs right into Andrew, who drops her with a belly-to-belly. Bianca thinks she's done well enough, until Watson has sprinboarded off the ropes, and spun around into a poisoned hurricanrana. Dickie leans over the ropes, causing both to fall to the outside. Stefano and Krazy remain in the ring and trade a few blows. Stefano ducks under a right and tries for a baseball slide pin, but to no avail. Once on his feet, Andrew rushes Steph again, who immediately flips him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, making due on her promise to hand him one. She attempts to lock him into an inverted boston crab, which he's forced to fight against. Luckily, there's nobody else in the ring, so Stefano has plenty of time to apply pressure. Once Dickie and Bianca get onto their feet on the outside, Dickie kicks Bianca in the midsection and delivers a hard Michinoku driver right onto the outside. While the referees back is turned, Leon LeBlanc, Bianca's husband, nails Watson in the back of the head with a lariat, leaving both on the floor again. Leon walks around, leaving the scene. Once the two have gotten to their feet, it's Bianca that takes advantage, sending Dickie into the steel steps. Steph rushes forward as Andrew has climbed to his knees. She leaps into the Disney Villain's Death (Shotgun Double Knees). Krazy rebounds off the mat slightly, flipping him over to his back. However, this is when Bianca gets into the ring, running to Stefano and landing a spear maneuver, though they're too close to the edge of the ring, and the two women fall through the ropes and tumble to the outside. Dickie has climbed to the top of one of the turnbuckles, setting his sights on Andrew Krazy and landing a perfect Adrenaline for the three count. WINNER Dickie Watson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:10 FINISHING MOVE Adrenaline (Phoenix Splash) |
BACKSTAGE
The NPP Champion makes his first appearance since the revival. Intense as always, he marches down the hallway, taping his wrists. Around his waist is the NPP Championship, something lost to time for a year but always in his possession. The champion seems as if he hadn’t lost a step, in fact his body seems to carry more weight and definition. It was something needed during the time of new faces and old rivalries.
His attention seems diverted, which only becomes an issue upon the reappearance of another key figure. He stops a few inches away from the force known as Operative Beta. The two share a look with one another, radiating a minor sense of confrontation. Soon enough, LEGATO takes a step back to recognize the other party in the area.
The camera moves slightly to the side to look behind Beta, to reveal the sight of his manager Mint Julep Ayano. Her arms are filled with what one could perhaps charitably call a menagerie of randomly assorted things, wares to be sold at the Beyond Corporation Merchandise Table. She looked confused for a moment, looking at the back of Beta’s head before moving her head to the side to view around him, seeing LEGATO. And her look of confusion shifts immediately to one of surprise and wonder, Mint briefly seeming to vibrate before twisting around and shoving the wares into the hands of an accompanying Beyond Corporation-branded Minion. Shooing him off to the Table of Selling, Mint steps up besides Beta, raising both of her arms in a greeting as she proclaimed too loudly.
Mint Julep Ayano: CHAMP!!
LEGATO, admittedly took back by her enthusiasm, offers a small wave in response. Naturally, his eyes traverse to the wares. A brief glimmer of excitement crosses his features as he takes up a Beyond Coin Set. He reaches around in his pocket to find a pair of $20 bills and places them on the table.
LEGATO: Isn’t it strange how things turn out? I think we can agree that we must have slipped into some timestream, right?
Mint watches as the Table-Worker takes the money and hands LEGATO his set, briefly clapping her hands together before reaching up and grabbing a string, yanking it down to drop a fluttering of confetti and a sign reading “FIRST PURCHASE OF THE RETURN.” However whatever further celebration this would bring ends at LEGATO’s words as Mint tilts her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s very strange indeed, yes. But time….
She briefly leans her head back, clicking her tongue a few times.
Mint Julep Ayano: Nooooo, the taste isn’t right for it being time-related. But there is definitely something interesting happening behind the curtain, I’m sure.
But she gives a quick shrug and a grin.
Mint Julep Ayano: But it leads to moments like this, so I don’t find it an unpleasant circumstance!
LEGATO stares down at his championship belt.
LEGATO: I guess you’re right. There are plans being made, and there is still that digital voice implementing all kinds of changes.
His words trail off in favor of another thought.
LEGATO: I find it unpleasant that I have to deal with Rhett Adelson again, but perhaps it’s the end of that.
He opens the container, taking out a coin. He begins to twirl it around between his fingers.
LEGATO: I can’t get too caught up with the past when the future is obviously banging at my doorstep. You’ve seen them. All of the new people--some of them are crying for attention. Then again, they may be taking a page from Sophia’s book.
Narrowing his eyes at the mere mention of her, he clutches the coin.
LEGATO: However, there is someone here--someone who knows the game and how to play it. I’m wondering how she’ll go about her career here.
Soon enough, he turns to see a newcomer coming along the hallway.
LEGATO: Dear cousin, why don’t you tell us what’s going through that demented mind of yours?
As if on cue, Misha LeCavalier walks into the shot. LEGATO’s words bring a small smile to her face.
Misha LeCavalier: “Demented mind?” You words wound me great.
A bit of teasing, but of course.
Misha LeCavalier: Nonetheless, I shall answer your question. I do not have many thoughts at this present moment. Currently, I am merely observing and watching. Only a fool rushes in, indeed.
She then turns and looks in Mint’s direction.
Misha LeCavalier: How rude of me. Greetings.
Something LEGATO had said had briefly soured Mint’s expression, but that changed as he turned his attention. When Misha stepped into the scene and Mint realized that the cousins were in the same room and the Aura that gave off, it seemed she decided it was a good time to move away. Trying to slowly sidestep towards the merchandise table she had a grip on one of Beta’s arms, trying to drag him along with her. He was not very draggable. So when Misha spoke up to her Mint was still grasping Beta’s hand, and so she inadvertently waved both her own hand and his in greeting together.
Mint Julep Ayano: oh uh Hello, Hungry Wolf! That was a very impressive silent approach you made, neither of us heard!
She looked briefly at Beta as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She let out a sigh.
Mint Julep Ayano: ok maybe it was only me that didn’t hear…
Misha LeCavalier: It is fine. I rolled a twenty on my stealth.
She laughed a tiny bit at her own. LEGATO tilts his head.
LEGATO: I’ve seen what you do to people. “Demented” is a compliment--especially seeing as you didn’t even flinch at the words.
He makes sure to position himself in front of Mint, a precautionary movement to help settle her nerves.
LEGATO: Who do you have your eye on? Misha LeCavalier doesn’t just observe. She takes notes, she analyzes, and she attacks when she’s absolutely sure she can win. But knowing you and the company you keep?
LEGATO raises his championship belt onto his shoulder.
LEGATO: I’m sure that you’ve been watching me.
Misha brushes a bit of hair out of her eyes.
Misha LeCavalier: Those people were not indiscriminate targets. They were people who attempted to take advantage of me. They were people wronged me. They were people who provided adequate provocation. Therefore, you should not be concerned about them.
She thinks to herself for a moment.
Misha LeCavalier: And to answer your question, my eye is not on anyone at the present moment. Truthfully? It has been a long, long time since I have had some fun in the ring. And since I spend a good deal of time in Portland these days, it seemed like the logical choice.
She rests a hand on her shoulder.
Misha LeCavalier: And, pray tell, what is wrong with the company I keep? Hmm?
LEGATO sneers.
LEGATO: You wouldn’t agree with the answer, as you are like-minded.
He turns to Mint and Beta, refusing to look at Misha.
LEGATO: Not everyone you have hurt has been people that were taking transgressions against you. I’m no one to judge, but one shouldn’t ever lie to themselves. That’s how worthless arrogance forms.
He leaves a tip of $10 for them before taking his leave.
Misha LeCavalier: My arrogance has been earned and paid in full, dearest cousin. I think you fully aware of that.
She says as he is walking away. Misha then turn back towards Mint and Beta.
Misha LeCavalier: Until we meet again.
She also takes her leave. Mint watches as she departs, one hand scratching at her cheek as she tilted her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...family meetings can be so awkward.
She then skips up and sits on a free area of the merchandise table, a small smile coming to her face.
Mint Julep Ayano: But it’s one of the reasons the return of NPP is so fascinating to watch, yes?
She sits there with that smile for a few moments before her head slowly tilts to the side as a thought comes. And then despair crackles across her face as she leaps to her feet, reaching behind herself to pull out a manilla folder.
Mint Julep Ayano: I FORGOT TO GIVE LEGATO THE PAPERWORK!
And then slowly she falls to her knees, pressing the folder to her forehead in despair while Operative Beta shakes his head, still watching where both LEGATO and Misha departed as the camera fades away.
The NPP Champion makes his first appearance since the revival. Intense as always, he marches down the hallway, taping his wrists. Around his waist is the NPP Championship, something lost to time for a year but always in his possession. The champion seems as if he hadn’t lost a step, in fact his body seems to carry more weight and definition. It was something needed during the time of new faces and old rivalries.
His attention seems diverted, which only becomes an issue upon the reappearance of another key figure. He stops a few inches away from the force known as Operative Beta. The two share a look with one another, radiating a minor sense of confrontation. Soon enough, LEGATO takes a step back to recognize the other party in the area.
The camera moves slightly to the side to look behind Beta, to reveal the sight of his manager Mint Julep Ayano. Her arms are filled with what one could perhaps charitably call a menagerie of randomly assorted things, wares to be sold at the Beyond Corporation Merchandise Table. She looked confused for a moment, looking at the back of Beta’s head before moving her head to the side to view around him, seeing LEGATO. And her look of confusion shifts immediately to one of surprise and wonder, Mint briefly seeming to vibrate before twisting around and shoving the wares into the hands of an accompanying Beyond Corporation-branded Minion. Shooing him off to the Table of Selling, Mint steps up besides Beta, raising both of her arms in a greeting as she proclaimed too loudly.
Mint Julep Ayano: CHAMP!!
LEGATO, admittedly took back by her enthusiasm, offers a small wave in response. Naturally, his eyes traverse to the wares. A brief glimmer of excitement crosses his features as he takes up a Beyond Coin Set. He reaches around in his pocket to find a pair of $20 bills and places them on the table.
LEGATO: Isn’t it strange how things turn out? I think we can agree that we must have slipped into some timestream, right?
Mint watches as the Table-Worker takes the money and hands LEGATO his set, briefly clapping her hands together before reaching up and grabbing a string, yanking it down to drop a fluttering of confetti and a sign reading “FIRST PURCHASE OF THE RETURN.” However whatever further celebration this would bring ends at LEGATO’s words as Mint tilts her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: It’s very strange indeed, yes. But time….
She briefly leans her head back, clicking her tongue a few times.
Mint Julep Ayano: Nooooo, the taste isn’t right for it being time-related. But there is definitely something interesting happening behind the curtain, I’m sure.
But she gives a quick shrug and a grin.
Mint Julep Ayano: But it leads to moments like this, so I don’t find it an unpleasant circumstance!
LEGATO stares down at his championship belt.
LEGATO: I guess you’re right. There are plans being made, and there is still that digital voice implementing all kinds of changes.
His words trail off in favor of another thought.
LEGATO: I find it unpleasant that I have to deal with Rhett Adelson again, but perhaps it’s the end of that.
He opens the container, taking out a coin. He begins to twirl it around between his fingers.
LEGATO: I can’t get too caught up with the past when the future is obviously banging at my doorstep. You’ve seen them. All of the new people--some of them are crying for attention. Then again, they may be taking a page from Sophia’s book.
Narrowing his eyes at the mere mention of her, he clutches the coin.
LEGATO: However, there is someone here--someone who knows the game and how to play it. I’m wondering how she’ll go about her career here.
Soon enough, he turns to see a newcomer coming along the hallway.
LEGATO: Dear cousin, why don’t you tell us what’s going through that demented mind of yours?
As if on cue, Misha LeCavalier walks into the shot. LEGATO’s words bring a small smile to her face.
Misha LeCavalier: “Demented mind?” You words wound me great.
A bit of teasing, but of course.
Misha LeCavalier: Nonetheless, I shall answer your question. I do not have many thoughts at this present moment. Currently, I am merely observing and watching. Only a fool rushes in, indeed.
She then turns and looks in Mint’s direction.
Misha LeCavalier: How rude of me. Greetings.
Something LEGATO had said had briefly soured Mint’s expression, but that changed as he turned his attention. When Misha stepped into the scene and Mint realized that the cousins were in the same room and the Aura that gave off, it seemed she decided it was a good time to move away. Trying to slowly sidestep towards the merchandise table she had a grip on one of Beta’s arms, trying to drag him along with her. He was not very draggable. So when Misha spoke up to her Mint was still grasping Beta’s hand, and so she inadvertently waved both her own hand and his in greeting together.
Mint Julep Ayano: oh uh Hello, Hungry Wolf! That was a very impressive silent approach you made, neither of us heard!
She looked briefly at Beta as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She let out a sigh.
Mint Julep Ayano: ok maybe it was only me that didn’t hear…
Misha LeCavalier: It is fine. I rolled a twenty on my stealth.
She laughed a tiny bit at her own. LEGATO tilts his head.
LEGATO: I’ve seen what you do to people. “Demented” is a compliment--especially seeing as you didn’t even flinch at the words.
He makes sure to position himself in front of Mint, a precautionary movement to help settle her nerves.
LEGATO: Who do you have your eye on? Misha LeCavalier doesn’t just observe. She takes notes, she analyzes, and she attacks when she’s absolutely sure she can win. But knowing you and the company you keep?
LEGATO raises his championship belt onto his shoulder.
LEGATO: I’m sure that you’ve been watching me.
Misha brushes a bit of hair out of her eyes.
Misha LeCavalier: Those people were not indiscriminate targets. They were people who attempted to take advantage of me. They were people wronged me. They were people who provided adequate provocation. Therefore, you should not be concerned about them.
She thinks to herself for a moment.
Misha LeCavalier: And to answer your question, my eye is not on anyone at the present moment. Truthfully? It has been a long, long time since I have had some fun in the ring. And since I spend a good deal of time in Portland these days, it seemed like the logical choice.
She rests a hand on her shoulder.
Misha LeCavalier: And, pray tell, what is wrong with the company I keep? Hmm?
LEGATO sneers.
LEGATO: You wouldn’t agree with the answer, as you are like-minded.
He turns to Mint and Beta, refusing to look at Misha.
LEGATO: Not everyone you have hurt has been people that were taking transgressions against you. I’m no one to judge, but one shouldn’t ever lie to themselves. That’s how worthless arrogance forms.
He leaves a tip of $10 for them before taking his leave.
Misha LeCavalier: My arrogance has been earned and paid in full, dearest cousin. I think you fully aware of that.
She says as he is walking away. Misha then turn back towards Mint and Beta.
Misha LeCavalier: Until we meet again.
She also takes her leave. Mint watches as she departs, one hand scratching at her cheek as she tilted her head.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...family meetings can be so awkward.
She then skips up and sits on a free area of the merchandise table, a small smile coming to her face.
Mint Julep Ayano: But it’s one of the reasons the return of NPP is so fascinating to watch, yes?
She sits there with that smile for a few moments before her head slowly tilts to the side as a thought comes. And then despair crackles across her face as she leaps to her feet, reaching behind herself to pull out a manilla folder.
Mint Julep Ayano: I FORGOT TO GIVE LEGATO THE PAPERWORK!
And then slowly she falls to her knees, pressing the folder to her forehead in despair while Operative Beta shakes his head, still watching where both LEGATO and Misha departed as the camera fades away.
MATCH FIVE: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
Matsuno Honami vs Cass Baumer
Matsuno Honami vs Cass Baumer
RECAP Cass is the first to step onto the rampway after her music hits, and she makes her way down to the ring to a mixed reaction. Seeing as how NPP is a former GWA fed, the last time we've seen Cass Baumer was a very different Cass. The NPP Faithful are unsure of what to make of her just yet, but they don't appear to be tuning her out just yet. She walks to the end of the ramp, and turns around, instead of getting inside the ring. At first, the referee looks on somewhat confused, but once he understands what's occurring, he allows it. This is a Falls Count Anywhere match, after all. She waves to the entrance way, and seconds later, Matsuno appears from behind the curtain, meeting Cass at the bottom of the ramp. The duo spend the first portion of the match battling at ringside, right at the bottom of the ramp, before ever making it in the ring. In fact, it seems they're pretty content not making it inside the ring at all. Because why should they have to. One peculiar thing that occurs here, is that when the girls try to battle over the barricade and into the crowd, the NPP Faithful push back against them. They can't seem to be able to make it into the crowd without some sort of shepherd mentality. Matsuno plants a dropkick that sees Cass tumble over the barricade. Baumer pushes herself up and along the barricade further. Honami jumps on top of the barricade, using all her balance to run along the top, and smack Cass in the back of the head with a flying knee strike! Cass tries to push herself up to her feet, but is hit in the face this time with a knee strike. Honami rushes forward, landing a standing senton. She goes to capitalize, but they're much to close to the railing. Baumer drop toe holds her into the barricade, Honami's skull colliding with the bars. Cass helps Honami to her feet, before kicking her in the midsection, and suplexing her into the barricade this time. Cass rolls Honami over but only receives a two count. Cass transitions into a headlock, followed by some chops, to continue working on Honami. Baumer attempts to grab her leg, but is kicked away. Cass stumbles back into the steel steps, and sort of trips for a moment. The distraction is enough for Matsuno to get to her feet, and rush Cass. She jumps into the air, slamming Cass onto the steel steps with a running meteora! She tries for a pin but Cass is able to kick out. The two continue their back and forth, before they've battled around the ring and near to the announce able. Honami lands a hard elbow to Baumer's face, but Cass comes back with a hard lariat that takes Honami to the floor. Baumer lands a few forearms as Honami gets to her feet, and they battle pretty close to the color commentary table. Cass grabs hold of Honami's head, first slamming her face into the wooden table. A moment later, and she was leaping into a Fact Check (Somersault Reverse DDT) through the table! Baumer lays across Honami for the three count. WINNER Cass Baumer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:13 FINISHING MOVE Fact Check (Somersault Reverse DDT) |
BACKSTAGE
In the back of the Washington Hall there are two figures are seen standing close and conversing, her 5’8 tall for a woman but not as tall as his 6’3 frame. Even at this distance her bright blond pixie cut is sharp, vibrant against the black of her clothing and his jacket. As the camera draws closer, their faces become clear as two of the new talent come to check out things at North Pacific Pro - Aurora J and Shane Atwater, an inquisitive look on her face as she speaks loudly enough that the camera’s microphone picks up her voice.
Aurora: I’m thinking, though. Tag team? Twice the chance to face everyone at one point or another. A sort of double the fun situation. Just think about it.
As the camera came closer still, the lights reflect off pins decorating the dark jean jacket Aurora is wearing over one of her ‘Hello My Freaky Darlings’ t-shirt, one of the pins clearly reading Chicago Crew. The barest hint of a grim smile plays across Atwater's lips at that, nodding imperceptibly.
Shane Atwater: It's certainly an option. One they'd be less apt to expect, at any rate. And I know how much you...appreciate...surprises.
Aurora grins at his words and moves so she can tap his shoulder with two fingers.
Aurora: Let’s get through tonight, You’ve got Operative Beta and with that Ayano in the corner, who knows what’s going to happen, and well, I’ve got Kurt Newman so I suppose we’re going to see how well his attempt at a ‘plex goes because if he’s close enough to suplex me, I’m close enough to wiggle around for a DDT. So, fun times either way.
Shane merely rolls his neck in that calm, casual way, face implacable as always
Shane Atwater: The Beyond Corporation. They're...enthusiastic, to say the least. A keen eye for marketing, and Beta...he'll be a test, no doubt. Good way to stretch the legs. It feels good to anticipate it again. The intensity, the challenge. Finding a way to persevere. I missed that. That said...only one of us can establish that 'identity' tonight. He's been here. I haven't. They know him. They don't know me, not truly, not yet. It's time to remedy that. Let's make a statement, shall we?
The camera then cuts away to elsewhere in the building.
In the back of the Washington Hall there are two figures are seen standing close and conversing, her 5’8 tall for a woman but not as tall as his 6’3 frame. Even at this distance her bright blond pixie cut is sharp, vibrant against the black of her clothing and his jacket. As the camera draws closer, their faces become clear as two of the new talent come to check out things at North Pacific Pro - Aurora J and Shane Atwater, an inquisitive look on her face as she speaks loudly enough that the camera’s microphone picks up her voice.
Aurora: I’m thinking, though. Tag team? Twice the chance to face everyone at one point or another. A sort of double the fun situation. Just think about it.
As the camera came closer still, the lights reflect off pins decorating the dark jean jacket Aurora is wearing over one of her ‘Hello My Freaky Darlings’ t-shirt, one of the pins clearly reading Chicago Crew. The barest hint of a grim smile plays across Atwater's lips at that, nodding imperceptibly.
Shane Atwater: It's certainly an option. One they'd be less apt to expect, at any rate. And I know how much you...appreciate...surprises.
Aurora grins at his words and moves so she can tap his shoulder with two fingers.
Aurora: Let’s get through tonight, You’ve got Operative Beta and with that Ayano in the corner, who knows what’s going to happen, and well, I’ve got Kurt Newman so I suppose we’re going to see how well his attempt at a ‘plex goes because if he’s close enough to suplex me, I’m close enough to wiggle around for a DDT. So, fun times either way.
Shane merely rolls his neck in that calm, casual way, face implacable as always
Shane Atwater: The Beyond Corporation. They're...enthusiastic, to say the least. A keen eye for marketing, and Beta...he'll be a test, no doubt. Good way to stretch the legs. It feels good to anticipate it again. The intensity, the challenge. Finding a way to persevere. I missed that. That said...only one of us can establish that 'identity' tonight. He's been here. I haven't. They know him. They don't know me, not truly, not yet. It's time to remedy that. Let's make a statement, shall we?
The camera then cuts away to elsewhere in the building.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Operative Beta w/ Mint Julep Ayano vs Shane Atwater
Operative Beta w/ Mint Julep Ayano vs Shane Atwater
RECAP The NPP Faithful pop for Operative Beta and Mint Julep, Seattle always giving our originals love. However, there's also a favorable reactions as the words "The Man That Would Tap Out The World" displayed across the screen. The beginning of the match saw a show of respect between the two men, though Shane appeared to be slightly distracted by the oddly timed shout sales of Beyond products at ringside from Mint. The distraction, intentional or not, allows Beta to take advantage of the match. He's smart enough to know not to get too awfully close to Atwater, so he's making due of his striking abilities. OB knocks Atwater down with a spinning heel kick that catches him off guard. He walks helps Shane to his feet, where Atwater attempts to take his leg. OB knocks him back with a chop though, scoooping him up into a pendulum backbreaker that gets him a fast two count. In getting back to their feet, Shane is able to swat away a right hand from Beta, knocking him in the head with an elbow. He lands a hard lariat that Beta bounds back from, so Shane hits another. This time when Beta pops up, he stumbles backwards into the corner. Atwater rushes forward, hitting OBwith a Shotgun Dropkick into the corner turnbuckles. When Beta stumbles out, Shane hits a running Knee Trembler, a combination he refers to as The Whale & The Wasp. OB is a little dazed, but gets to his feet almost by instinct, but walks right into a Tiger Trap combo from Shane. A tiger bomb, flipped over into an STF. Beta struggles, but is luckily able to reach the bottom rope. He crawls into the corner for a moment, using the ropes to pull himself up. Shane tries to rush him in the corner once again, but this time Beta moves out of his way. He yanks Atwater from the corner, and nails him with a gutwrench suplex, followed by a few boots to Shane's midesection while on the ground. He waits for Atwater to get to his feet. Beta grabs hold of Shane's arms, looking to leap into the Beyond Comprehension, but Shane spins out. He keeps hold of Beta's arm, taking him down to the canvas, and throwing him into The Crucible. Beta struggles, reaching towards the bottom rope. Mint runs over to that side of the ring, panicked for just a moment. It doesn't last too much longer though as Beta is forced to tap a second later. WINNER Shane Atwater METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:32 FINISHING MOVE The Crucible (Arm Trap Crossface) |
RINGSIDE
We cut back to the ringside, The fans are mummering amongst themselves, and the lights in the arena cut out. A bit of confusion can be heard, but is quickly interrupted by Kanye West’s “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” Blaring through the PA System. A golden set of Brass Knuckles appear on the big screen, The letters SKY fading in on top of them. A spotlight hits the stage, Revealing Sky George herself dressed in a Puma Sweatsuit with matching boots..The Rookie struts down the ring not stopping to take pictures, Shake hands, Or even Acknowledge the fans. She gets to the ring steps and climb up them before walking down the apron while staring into the crowd. Once at the opposite end, George steps through the ropes, and walks to the center of the ring as the music fades out. She motions for a mic and paces around for a few seconds.
“Let me take a cuppa seconds to introduce myself. For those of you who do not know. I AM The Pimpin PreMadonna, I AM The Realest Rookie in the Game, I AM Miss Any Means Necessary. But you all can call me Sky George. Or better yet, After tonight you all can call me the Impure Champion.”
The crowd has mixed feelings about this, A few clap and cheer but the majority of the fans hurl boos toward Sky. This rubs her the wrong way causing her eyebrows to furrow.
“Oh yall dont like that? Yall dont like the idea of lil ol me, coming in, swooping down and nabbing that championship off of big brother dumbass? Well damn. Who would've guessed. Look I used to be all about making people happy. Catering to fans. And that ain't done nothing but pushed me to a reeeeal early retirement.”
The NPPro faithful don't appreciate her message very much as the boos grow louder, and a “PLEASE RETIRE” Chant starts up.
“See this the kind of shit i be talking about. How yall gonna hate on a girl who just want better for her life? You ain't gotta like me. Or how I do shit. None of that really matters to me. But how you gonna hate on me for trying to get my bread up? For trying to make a name for myself. I want what everybody in that locker room wants. Even more if you ask me. I mean shit. Im headlining in my debut. I wanted a shot at Paige’s Championship, So I went and made that happen. Everyone else here might be ok with sitting back and waiting for their turn, but not me. I'm like that Ariana grande song. I see it. I like it. I want it. I go get it. And you all…. Better get used to that.”
“WE. DONT. WANT. THIS. *clap clap clapclapclap* WE. DONT. WANT. THIS. *clap clap clapclapclap* WE. DONT. WANT. THIS. *clap clap clapclapclap*”
“I don't care what you want. I don't care what anybody here wants. I only care about ME. What I want. And what I want right now is to go get ready for my title shot. SO Im gonna cut this introduction short. But stick around. I'll be back a little bit later to collect some respect.”
Sky drops the Mic, and takes a second to flex her Brass knuckles to the crowd. Amongst the rambunctious crowd atmosphere, “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” begins to play again, and the young girl rolls out of the ring. She avoids the fans once more, and makes her way to the back.
We cut back to the ringside, The fans are mummering amongst themselves, and the lights in the arena cut out. A bit of confusion can be heard, but is quickly interrupted by Kanye West’s “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” Blaring through the PA System. A golden set of Brass Knuckles appear on the big screen, The letters SKY fading in on top of them. A spotlight hits the stage, Revealing Sky George herself dressed in a Puma Sweatsuit with matching boots..The Rookie struts down the ring not stopping to take pictures, Shake hands, Or even Acknowledge the fans. She gets to the ring steps and climb up them before walking down the apron while staring into the crowd. Once at the opposite end, George steps through the ropes, and walks to the center of the ring as the music fades out. She motions for a mic and paces around for a few seconds.
“Let me take a cuppa seconds to introduce myself. For those of you who do not know. I AM The Pimpin PreMadonna, I AM The Realest Rookie in the Game, I AM Miss Any Means Necessary. But you all can call me Sky George. Or better yet, After tonight you all can call me the Impure Champion.”
The crowd has mixed feelings about this, A few clap and cheer but the majority of the fans hurl boos toward Sky. This rubs her the wrong way causing her eyebrows to furrow.
“Oh yall dont like that? Yall dont like the idea of lil ol me, coming in, swooping down and nabbing that championship off of big brother dumbass? Well damn. Who would've guessed. Look I used to be all about making people happy. Catering to fans. And that ain't done nothing but pushed me to a reeeeal early retirement.”
The NPPro faithful don't appreciate her message very much as the boos grow louder, and a “PLEASE RETIRE” Chant starts up.
“See this the kind of shit i be talking about. How yall gonna hate on a girl who just want better for her life? You ain't gotta like me. Or how I do shit. None of that really matters to me. But how you gonna hate on me for trying to get my bread up? For trying to make a name for myself. I want what everybody in that locker room wants. Even more if you ask me. I mean shit. Im headlining in my debut. I wanted a shot at Paige’s Championship, So I went and made that happen. Everyone else here might be ok with sitting back and waiting for their turn, but not me. I'm like that Ariana grande song. I see it. I like it. I want it. I go get it. And you all…. Better get used to that.”
“WE. DONT. WANT. THIS. *clap clap clapclapclap* WE. DONT. WANT. THIS. *clap clap clapclapclap* WE. DONT. WANT. THIS. *clap clap clapclapclap*”
“I don't care what you want. I don't care what anybody here wants. I only care about ME. What I want. And what I want right now is to go get ready for my title shot. SO Im gonna cut this introduction short. But stick around. I'll be back a little bit later to collect some respect.”
Sky drops the Mic, and takes a second to flex her Brass knuckles to the crowd. Amongst the rambunctious crowd atmosphere, “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” begins to play again, and the young girl rolls out of the ring. She avoids the fans once more, and makes her way to the back.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Kurt Newman vs Aurora
Kurt Newman vs Aurora
RECAP The bell rings and Kurt instantly starts by making faces at Aurora. Faces that could be taken in a sort of, inappropriate manner. Newman looks Aurora up and down, winking at her and shaking his head her way. She scoffs his way, and puts her arm out for a show that she wants a test of strength with him. Of course, Kurt doesn't oblige at first, shaking his head back and forth. Aurora smirks, before putting her hand out again. This time Kurt obliges, though cautiously. Naturally, Aurora never fully planned on playing that out with him, and catches him in the face with a dragon whip kick. The match itself is of a back and forth nature. Newman is his usual aloof self, while still managing to give Aurora a run for her money. Aurora, on the other hand, is having an amazing first outing here in North Pacific Pro. The action only stops during times of Newman being...well, himself. Kurt leaps into the air, landing a pele kick and flooring Aurora. She turns around, crawling to the corner. Kurt looks down at her, unable to resist an attempt to land a slap to her ass... But, Aurora sees it coming, and not only swats his hand away but counters instantly with a punch right to his face! Kurt stumbles back, bringing a hand to his face and shaking his head with a smile, almost as if to say he had deserved that. Aurora throws her hands up, shrugging, as if to say "Yeah, ya did" in response. After a stiff norther lights that gets Kurt a two count, he slowly gets to his feet. He helps Aurora to her feet, before slinging her over his right shoulder. Newman stops, again insinuating something inappropriate about the positioning the two had found themselves in. Newman sticks his tongue out to the crowd - but he's taken too long. Aurora throws her weight forward, grabbing his head on the way down for a modified cutter. When Kurt pops up, she blasts him with the Identity Eraser (bicycle kick) that sees a count just shy of three. Aurora throws a few rights his way. On the third, Kurt is able to grab hold of her arm, and give her a Foot Fetish (Kiss the Feet), which also gets close to a three before Aurora throws her shoulder up. Newman helps her up to her feet, flipping Aurora over for the No Pussy Blues. BUT! Aurora floats over his shoulder and ends up on the other side of him. As he spins around, she kicks him in the midsection, before giving him the To-Be-Named. She's able to turn him over and hook the leg for the three count. WINNER Aurora METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:06 FINISHING MOVE To-Be-Named (Flowing Snap DDT) |
RINGSIDE
We cut back to ringside, where the lights turn out once again. However, the NPP Faithful gaze upon the screen, which seems to be glowing with a dark gray color instead of a black. The familiar typewriting sound is heard as words display on screen.
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
SUBJECT: ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
HELLO NPP FAITHFUL
AND WELCOME BACK.
PLEASE EXCUSE OUR MESS, WE'RE JUST ABOUT DONE RENOVATING.
I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY OUR CHANGES...AS WELL AS THOSE TO COME.
THE CURRENT OBJECTIVE - TEST OF CHAMPIONS.
SPECTRE: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU.
For a moment there's static, as the screen cuts to Spectre, the Crystal Ballroom Champion, holding onto his championship. He looks surprised by the sudden call out, but takes a moment and begins walking through backstage, looking to make his way out to the ring.
NO NO NO...NOT TONIGHT.
IN TWO WEEKS, ON FEBRUARY 2ND, YOU WILL DEFEND YOUR CRYSTAL BALLROOM CHAMPIONSHIP
AGAINST
AMBER RICHARDS.
GOOD LUCK.
:]
We cut back to ringside, where the lights turn out once again. However, the NPP Faithful gaze upon the screen, which seems to be glowing with a dark gray color instead of a black. The familiar typewriting sound is heard as words display on screen.
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
SUBJECT: ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
HELLO NPP FAITHFUL
AND WELCOME BACK.
PLEASE EXCUSE OUR MESS, WE'RE JUST ABOUT DONE RENOVATING.
I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY OUR CHANGES...AS WELL AS THOSE TO COME.
THE CURRENT OBJECTIVE - TEST OF CHAMPIONS.
SPECTRE: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU.
For a moment there's static, as the screen cuts to Spectre, the Crystal Ballroom Champion, holding onto his championship. He looks surprised by the sudden call out, but takes a moment and begins walking through backstage, looking to make his way out to the ring.
NO NO NO...NOT TONIGHT.
IN TWO WEEKS, ON FEBRUARY 2ND, YOU WILL DEFEND YOUR CRYSTAL BALLROOM CHAMPIONSHIP
AGAINST
AMBER RICHARDS.
GOOD LUCK.
:]
MATCH EIGHT: TRI-CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
Truck Turner(c) vs Mystery Opponent
Truck Turner(c) vs Mystery Opponent
RECAP Truck Turner walks out with the Tri-City Championship on his shoulder, ready to make good on his Championship Trial. He's a bit of a showboat as usual, though there's an air of mystery around Washington Hall? Who is his opponent?? Truck gets into the ring, and hands the belt over to the referee, looking towards the rampway. Suddenly the letters... L E X I E Appear across the screen, before Lexie's music hits once again in Washington Hall, and Seattle is shocked. From behind the curtain, Lexie herself appears on top of the ramp. Even Truck looks pretty surprised. The last time we've seen her with NPP she had a mighty impressive performance within the Impure Ladder match, but no mention of her resigning was made. But, here she is! She comes out hot, looking directly into Truck's eyes as she picks up her pace and breaks into a jog down to the ring, sliding in. Lexie goes on the offense, trying her best to wear Truck down and keeping away from his power moves. She knows a single chokeslam from him would take her out no issues, because of her size. Instead, he works on his right leg, working it over when she can. She manages to start sweeping it, as well as landing a hard basement dropkick that takes him off his feet. Lexie's agility keeps her alive and moving for a good amount of time, before Truck gets hold of her, landing a sickening piledriver. He lifts her into the air from the floor at a deadlift, before tossing her up and over his head in a release german suplex. Lexie gets some serious air and is starting to feel the effects, especially when Turner is able to deliver an End-Around (Oklahoma Slam) to all four corners. One...Two...Kickout! Truck lifts Lexie up and onto the top turnbuckle. She kicks him off once, and tries to climb up a bit, but to no avail. Truck comes right back at her with an axe handle that causes her to fall back onto the turnbuckle in the same position she was before. Truck climbs up to the second rope and slings Lexie's arm over his. They fly through the air, as Truck delivers a superplex! He uses the momentum to grab hold of Lexie's leg for a pinning move... Only problem is, Lexie has the same idea. She eats the superplex, but grabs Truck's leg as well. They both hold on, and neither kicks out, believing each other have the pin. One...two...three! The bell sounds and both get up believing they've won. Both insist that the referee raise their hand, and the ref looks pretty damn confused. Instead of announcing a winner, he keeps hold of the Tri-City Championship, unsure of what to do. Neither Truck, nor Lexie, look amused. WINNER DOUBLE PIN METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:19 FINISHING MOVE SUPERPLEX |
BACKSTAGE
We're back at ringside, when "Praise" by Sevendust pours through the PA system. The NPP crowd aren't too familiar with the music, but we all know they're about to be. The song continues to play and nobody walks out. Eventually, we reach the point where the music cuts out altogether. A few more seconds pass, and strange sounds can be heard instead.
From behind the curtain, Reese Murphy is blasted in the head with a chair that sees him fall backwards and onto the ramp. He tries to get up but is blasted back down by the chair.
It doesn't take long before Jay Slaughter and Wolf Arano, of The Grav3digg3rs, walk through the curtain, a chair in each hand. Wolf throws his down, but begins punching Reese in the gut. Unfortunately for him, Matsuno is still being checked by the medical staff from her match with Cass Baumer earlier in the night. She's unable to help her partner. Wolf battles with Reese, bringing him down the ramp, as Jay walks down the ramp himself, getting into the ring and grabbing a mic.
Jay Slaughter: Oh heyyyy, what's goin' on NPP? Glad to see ya, glad to see anyone, am I right?
He tries to joke. Nobodies laughing.
Jay Slaughter: WELL DAMN, fine then, we'll just get down to it. This lone dude is the only tag team we could find backstage. Not quite sure what happened with the rest of them, or if there's even a tag division here...
He pauses for a moment.
Jay Slaughter: No...No! You know what. I'm just going straight to the question we're all asking. Where the hell is Eden? She's definitely not here tonight - are you Eden? If Mrs. LEGATO is here tonight, please PLEASE come help this poor soul.
Wolf has gotten Reese down to the bottom of the ramp, sliding him into the bottom of the ring. Jay puts the microphone down so he can stomp on Reese a bit, motioning to the ramp but nobody comes. He helps Reese to his feet, before together, they nail him with One Last Breath (Alabama Slam to a backstabber) and lay him out in the ring.
Jay Slaughter: That's what your NPP Tag Team ChampioN - singular - thinks of you, Reese. That's what she thinks of ALLLL of you, because if she didn't? She'd be here tonight. Hell, she may even do the honorable thing and hand those titles over to a REAL team. The clock is ticking Eden, and we're not ones to wait around - as you can see!
He tosses the microphone back down to the canvas, as "Praise" plays one more time. Matsuno, finally free of the medical staff and realizing what's going on, rushes through the crowd and into the ring to help her partner. She watches as The Grav3digg3rs back up the ramp with smiles.
We're back at ringside, when "Praise" by Sevendust pours through the PA system. The NPP crowd aren't too familiar with the music, but we all know they're about to be. The song continues to play and nobody walks out. Eventually, we reach the point where the music cuts out altogether. A few more seconds pass, and strange sounds can be heard instead.
From behind the curtain, Reese Murphy is blasted in the head with a chair that sees him fall backwards and onto the ramp. He tries to get up but is blasted back down by the chair.
It doesn't take long before Jay Slaughter and Wolf Arano, of The Grav3digg3rs, walk through the curtain, a chair in each hand. Wolf throws his down, but begins punching Reese in the gut. Unfortunately for him, Matsuno is still being checked by the medical staff from her match with Cass Baumer earlier in the night. She's unable to help her partner. Wolf battles with Reese, bringing him down the ramp, as Jay walks down the ramp himself, getting into the ring and grabbing a mic.
Jay Slaughter: Oh heyyyy, what's goin' on NPP? Glad to see ya, glad to see anyone, am I right?
He tries to joke. Nobodies laughing.
Jay Slaughter: WELL DAMN, fine then, we'll just get down to it. This lone dude is the only tag team we could find backstage. Not quite sure what happened with the rest of them, or if there's even a tag division here...
He pauses for a moment.
Jay Slaughter: No...No! You know what. I'm just going straight to the question we're all asking. Where the hell is Eden? She's definitely not here tonight - are you Eden? If Mrs. LEGATO is here tonight, please PLEASE come help this poor soul.
Wolf has gotten Reese down to the bottom of the ramp, sliding him into the bottom of the ring. Jay puts the microphone down so he can stomp on Reese a bit, motioning to the ramp but nobody comes. He helps Reese to his feet, before together, they nail him with One Last Breath (Alabama Slam to a backstabber) and lay him out in the ring.
Jay Slaughter: That's what your NPP Tag Team ChampioN - singular - thinks of you, Reese. That's what she thinks of ALLLL of you, because if she didn't? She'd be here tonight. Hell, she may even do the honorable thing and hand those titles over to a REAL team. The clock is ticking Eden, and we're not ones to wait around - as you can see!
He tosses the microphone back down to the canvas, as "Praise" plays one more time. Matsuno, finally free of the medical staff and realizing what's going on, rushes through the crowd and into the ring to help her partner. She watches as The Grav3digg3rs back up the ramp with smiles.
HEADLINE: NO DISQUALIFICATION
IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP
Page Killebrew(c) vs Sky George
IMPURE CHAMPIONSHIP
Page Killebrew(c) vs Sky George
RECAP From the get go you can see that the NPP staff have done a service and sprinkled the outside of the ring with various foreign objects to be used in the next match of the night. Page makes his way down to the ring for the first time as champion to a thunderous crowd, and the rookie sensation, Sky George, follows shortly after. The beginning of the match is a scrappy fight between the two. There's no weapons inside of the ring, so it took a bit for them to come out to play. Sky resembles something of a spider monkey darting around the ring. At some point, she manages to slip the cover of the turnbuckle of, and give Page a facebuster right to the exposed portion. She whips him into it again, before giving double knees to Killebrew's upper back, which forces his face into the exposed turnbuckle for a third time, this time much harder. She rolls him over on the canvas. One...Tkickout! Sky exits the ring, finally faced with the open possibility of using anything and everything on Killebrew. She grabs hold of a ladder, folding it and holding it up to her chest. She turns around, looking to slide the ladder into the ring more than likely. However, Killebrew is on his feet, flying through the air in a suicide dive over the ropes. He collides with the ladder, and then Sky herself. It takes a little for them both to work back to their feet, but once they do, Page kicks George to the midsection, before planting her with a fameasser right onto the ladder. He covers her. One...Twkickout! Page helps Sky to her feet, before lifting her up and letting her fall face first into the steel steps. She begins to walk away, before falling to her knees, clutching her face. Page goes after her, only for Sky to spin around and nail him int the face with an light tube! Because she was on the floor, he was unable to see what she was reaching for. She covers him once again, but Page gets his shoulder up. She waits until he gets to his feet, before driving him back down with a running crossbody. Instead of pinning him again, she rolls off. She gets him to his feet, going for a chop, but he's able to duck and counter with a high knee. Now it's Page's turn to crawl away, as he looks as if he's going for something specific. Sky follows him, only to eat a gut full of pledge paddle! Page drives the wooden frat house hazing paddle into her stomach, before cracking it over her head. Sky hits the floor hard, and Page tries to make good by covering. One...Two...Th-kickout! Sky is able to throw her shoulder into the air just before the three. Killebrew grabs hold of Sky's legs, and she uses the energy she has left to kick him away. Page stumbles backwards, tripping over the ladder from earlier. Sky uses the distraction to lift herself up, and roll into the ring. She's certainly feeling those bumps now, and they ain't fun. Still she rolls over to her corner and picks up something small. Killebrew gets into the ring, paddle in hand. Sky stands to her feet, and clocks Page with a spinning uppercut with her pair of brass knucks on! Page looks like he dies right there in the ring, crumbling to the mat. Sky capitalizes, hooking his leg once again. One...Two...THRNOO! Almost from beyond the grave, Page gets his shoulder up at the last second! Much to Sky's dismay. Sky helps Page up, though he's barely able to stand. She doubles him over and puts him into seemingly a piledriver position. She grabs him around the waist, looking like she's going to try a canadian destroyer. She leaps! Unfortunately, her greeness shows, and she can't get around enough at all. In fact, Killebrew is able to land on his feet (or simply stand up, but it looks much cooler). When he does, he's now got Sky on his shoulders in a rather compromising position. He plants her with a Page Turner right onto the pledge paddle! One...two...three! WINNER Page Killebrew METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:43 FINISHING MOVE Page Turner (Jumping Alabama Slam) POST-MATCH Page gets to his feet, barely, and is handed the Impure Championship. He slings it over his shoulder before being given a microphone. First, he acknowledges Sky's fight, but that he officially feels like the Impure Champion. With that, he announces Page's Pledge Class - a tournament, of sorts. He chuckles - "of sorts" seems to be the key word here. He briefly mentions having to earn enough points to beat the other pledges, and that 8 people will participate. Winner gets an Impure title shot. Though, there's still a slight air of mystery around the event, but Killebrew seems stoked! |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to a pre-recorded video inside of Nightfall Fighting Facilities, the gym owned and ran by Chris Night. It’s the place Rhett Adelson learned the ropes, becoming Chris Night’s first protege since Julian Savell. The gym is dark until the lights flicker on. The camera pans towards the entrance and standing there is Rhett Adelson. He is wearing a white shirt with the sleeves cut off, black shorts and a pair of Kyrie Irving Flytrap II’s. Rhett slowly looks around the empty gym, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Rhett Adelson: This… This is the place I go to get away from all the noise. This is the place that I’ve spent most of my time since North Pacific Pro went on hiatus.
He turns to face the camera as he continues.
Rhett Adelson: I knew I needed to get back to basics when I lost to LEGATO and then soon after, Sophia Pike. I knew that I wasn’t ready. I talked a big game and I felt like I could run with the best NPP had to offer but simply put? I couldn’t. Yeah, the years I spent training had my skill set as high as you can get but mentally? I wasn’t where I needed to be. My head wasn’t always in it back then. I let too many things get in my way. Too much of my past haunt me but now? Now there’s hope for me. My life isn’t perfect but mentally? I’m where I’m supposed to be. It’s why NPP coming back now is perfect timing.
Rhett walks up to the ring and taps his hand on the apron.
Rhett Adelson: I didn’t just spend time training over this last year, but I spent it teaching 18 and 19 year olds with big dreams, everything that I know. Helping them find their way towards their dreams and goals? It helped me find myself. It helped me look at the bigger picture. Now here I am, ready to make my return to North Pacific Pro, a new man. A new Rhett Adelson.
Rhett rolls into the ring before standing up and leaning over the ropes, keeping his eyes focused on the camera.
Rhett Adelson: So if you’re wondering where I’ve been for the majority of the last year since NPP was running? I’ve simply been here. I’ve been honing my craft and my mind. I’ve been building relationships and friendships, finally trusting myself to actually love and care for people again. Simply put? I’m feeling the best I’ve felt in my entire. It’s why I decided to join Millennium and form a tag team with my girlfriend, Qiyara, because I can finally, truly trust again. Most importantly, I can trust myself.
He nods confidently.
Rhett Adelson: Which is why I know I’m truly ready to bring it to North Paciific Pro. This time, things are going to be different because I’m different. The question I have is, what have you been doing since NPP shut its doors, LEGATO?
Chuckling, he shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: Nah, I won’t question you. I know you weren’t sitting on your laurels and doing nothing. The history you have? Where you come from? The legacy you have to keep building on from? I know it drives you. I know you’ve been waiting for this moment for as long as I have. I know you've wanted North Pacific Pro to return from hiatus and now here we are… It’s back and our paths are colliding once more.
Rhett points an arm over the rope towards the camera.
Rhett Adelson: Win or lose? I will earn your respect. But don’t get it twisted, I definitely plan on winning and establishing myself as one of the main guys to watch on this roster. Tonight is more than just wins and losses though. It’s about establishing the return of North Pacific Pro with a bang. It’s about showing the world that I belong here and that I worked my ass off to get here. It’s about stealing the show and leaving the fans wanting more. Everything I’ve done over the last year, everything I’ve learned about myself in and out of the ring? It all starts here. And all those things I’ve learned about myself? It’s time I teach LEGATO, the NPP roster and all of it’s fans exactly what all of those are. Get ready for that bell to ring… Because class is about to be in session.
The feed of the pre-taped video cuts away.
The scene cuts to a pre-recorded video inside of Nightfall Fighting Facilities, the gym owned and ran by Chris Night. It’s the place Rhett Adelson learned the ropes, becoming Chris Night’s first protege since Julian Savell. The gym is dark until the lights flicker on. The camera pans towards the entrance and standing there is Rhett Adelson. He is wearing a white shirt with the sleeves cut off, black shorts and a pair of Kyrie Irving Flytrap II’s. Rhett slowly looks around the empty gym, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Rhett Adelson: This… This is the place I go to get away from all the noise. This is the place that I’ve spent most of my time since North Pacific Pro went on hiatus.
He turns to face the camera as he continues.
Rhett Adelson: I knew I needed to get back to basics when I lost to LEGATO and then soon after, Sophia Pike. I knew that I wasn’t ready. I talked a big game and I felt like I could run with the best NPP had to offer but simply put? I couldn’t. Yeah, the years I spent training had my skill set as high as you can get but mentally? I wasn’t where I needed to be. My head wasn’t always in it back then. I let too many things get in my way. Too much of my past haunt me but now? Now there’s hope for me. My life isn’t perfect but mentally? I’m where I’m supposed to be. It’s why NPP coming back now is perfect timing.
Rhett walks up to the ring and taps his hand on the apron.
Rhett Adelson: I didn’t just spend time training over this last year, but I spent it teaching 18 and 19 year olds with big dreams, everything that I know. Helping them find their way towards their dreams and goals? It helped me find myself. It helped me look at the bigger picture. Now here I am, ready to make my return to North Pacific Pro, a new man. A new Rhett Adelson.
Rhett rolls into the ring before standing up and leaning over the ropes, keeping his eyes focused on the camera.
Rhett Adelson: So if you’re wondering where I’ve been for the majority of the last year since NPP was running? I’ve simply been here. I’ve been honing my craft and my mind. I’ve been building relationships and friendships, finally trusting myself to actually love and care for people again. Simply put? I’m feeling the best I’ve felt in my entire. It’s why I decided to join Millennium and form a tag team with my girlfriend, Qiyara, because I can finally, truly trust again. Most importantly, I can trust myself.
He nods confidently.
Rhett Adelson: Which is why I know I’m truly ready to bring it to North Paciific Pro. This time, things are going to be different because I’m different. The question I have is, what have you been doing since NPP shut its doors, LEGATO?
Chuckling, he shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: Nah, I won’t question you. I know you weren’t sitting on your laurels and doing nothing. The history you have? Where you come from? The legacy you have to keep building on from? I know it drives you. I know you’ve been waiting for this moment for as long as I have. I know you've wanted North Pacific Pro to return from hiatus and now here we are… It’s back and our paths are colliding once more.
Rhett points an arm over the rope towards the camera.
Rhett Adelson: Win or lose? I will earn your respect. But don’t get it twisted, I definitely plan on winning and establishing myself as one of the main guys to watch on this roster. Tonight is more than just wins and losses though. It’s about establishing the return of North Pacific Pro with a bang. It’s about showing the world that I belong here and that I worked my ass off to get here. It’s about stealing the show and leaving the fans wanting more. Everything I’ve done over the last year, everything I’ve learned about myself in and out of the ring? It all starts here. And all those things I’ve learned about myself? It’s time I teach LEGATO, the NPP roster and all of it’s fans exactly what all of those are. Get ready for that bell to ring… Because class is about to be in session.
The feed of the pre-taped video cuts away.
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
LEGATO vs Rhett Adelson
LEGATO vs Rhett Adelson
RECAP As we begin, the two are rather cautious about one another. One, because it's been so long since they've been in the ring together. And two, their last match was a no disqualification match, which puts a different perspective on this match here and now. Rhett has much more to prove, it seems, considering how their last match went. It would appear there's at least a level of civility between these two though, based off the way they're answering each other in the ring, as well as moments like Adelson going for a single leg kick. LEGATO ducks and rolls under his leg, with Rhett ending up hung up on the line. It's a moment that LEGATO could have easily taken advantage of, but instead, he waits for Adelson to unstuck himself before going back on the offense. We see a couple more stalemates, with LEGATO nodding his head. It was clear Rhett had been training, but would it be enough to snatch the win from his fingers? Rhett leapt into the air and landed a spin kick to LEGATO's upper chest. The impact forces LEGATO to his knees. Acting fast, Rhett grabs both of his arms before nailing him in the face with a driving knee. LEGATO falls backwards by rolls through, before Adelson delivers a quick spinning brainbuster. He covers. One...Tkickout! Rhett stars back with some right hands, before gunning towards the ropes and bounds off. Unfortunately LEGATO is able to counter, spinning him around into a sidewalk slam. LEGATO himself hits the ropes, bounding back into a low dropkick to Rhett's chest as he tries to stand. They kip up with LEGATO hitting a fisherman suplex. He bridges with the legged hooked and the referee hits the canvas. One...Twokickout! As Rhett gets to his feet, he's given a hard throat punch, followed by a headbutt that takes him down to the canvas. Like clockwork, he bounds back to his feet, but LEGATO throws him into a sleeperhold. He applies more pressure but Rhett is fighting against it. LEGATO kicks him in the gut a few times, before going back to the sleeperhold. Rhett struggles against it still, and LEGATO is unable to get the right hook in. Instead, he lifts Rhett up and settles for a sleeperslam that drives Adelson back to the canvas. LEGATO goes to get Rhett to his feet, and finds Adelson swatting his hands away, before grabbing his head into a jawbreaker. LEGATO stumbles back and falls to the canvas. In retaliation for the sleeper attempt, Rhett grabs hold of LEGATO's legs and flips him over into a texas cloverleaf. LEGATO struggles at first as Rhett applied more pressure. LEGATO sat up on his hands, inching his way towards the bottom rope. And Rhett pulled them back towards the center of the ring. Again, LEGATO got up on his hands and pusshhheeeddd them to the bottom rope, grabbing it. The referee taps Rhett and he's forced to let go. He's got no problem with it. LEGATO isn't able to be on his feet for long though, as Rhett takes him to the canvas with a slingblade. After which, Rhett climbs to the top rope. He looks out at the NPP Faithful before launching into a shooting star press for the pin. One...Two....Tkickout! LEGATO gets his shoulder up, and Rhett immediately goes back to working him down, giving him an axe handle back down to the canvas. LEGATO battles upwards, eating another knee to the face, but he makes it up. In retaliation, Rhett chops him a few times in the chest, backing him up to the ropes. Rhett goes to whip LEGATO across the ring, but LEGATO grabs hold of his arm, first landing a hook kick, followed by a lungblower. LEGATO goes to capitalize but gets a right hand from Rhett, which backs him up a bit. Rhett jumps to his feet, and then leaps into a hurricanrana. Or, at least, he tries to. He tries to lean in but LEGATO disrupts his momentum. LEGATO brings Rhett back up to the powerbomb position, before lifting him up and turning him, positioning him onto his shoulders instead, before hitting the Cure For Insomnia. LEGATO hooks the leg. One...Two...Three! WINNER LEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:35 FINISHING MOVE Cure For Insomnia (Go 2 Sleep) POST MATCH LEGATO is given the North Pacific Championship as he stands up, and he raises it to the sky. As Rhett recovers in the corner, LEGATO exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, now wearing the belt around his neck. Adelson stands back onto his feet, still in the ring, and walks more towards the center. He looks on at LEGATO, obviously disappointed, but Rhett claps for the champion all the same. LEGATO walks back through the curtain, and the NPP Faithful cheer for Rhett, left by himself in the ring. He looks almost surprised, but moreso just humble. Suddenly, there's a strange crowd reaction, and Rhett slowly turns around to come face-to-face with none other than Misha LeCavalier. He's more than taken aback. Misha doesn't waste time with words, as usual. She grabs hold of Rhett's arm, extending it and applying mass pressure. Rhett, still winded from his match, is caught off guard and rendered helpless. She's dug in, it's too late. As Misha applies pressure, she's not looking at Adelson. In fact, she's looking at the NPP Faithful. It's almost for show, her actions speak louder than words, and this is what they should come to expect. There's another sudden crowd reaction, just before Qiyara Singh slides into the ring, knocking Misha in the face with a hard forearm. The distraction causes Misha to let go of her hold, and for Rhett to sweep her leg. She rolls through, but Rhett and Qiyara have already gone under the bottom rope to the outside. They back their way up the ramp as Misha stands. She places a single finger upon the spot where Qiyara's forearm connected, before slowly using that same finger to point towards Qiyara. Singh and Adelson lean on each other up the ramp way, looking on, as we fade. |