Post by Commissioner on Dec 30, 2019 17:26:42 GMT
FROM: THE COMMISSIONER
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
CC: GWA STAFF
SUBJECT: WELCOME
HELLO.
YOU CAN CALL ME THE COMMISSIONER.
MY JOB IS TO OVERSEE NORTH PACIFIC PRO. TO MAKE SURE IT ALL RUNS SMOOTHLY.
TONIGHT, MARKS THE VERY FIRST INFAMY, AND WE WILL HAVE OUR VERY FIRST NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPION.
A ONE NIGHT, EIGHT PERSON TOURNAMENT.
ADDITIONALLY, YOU'LL BE TREATED TO A TWELVE PERSON, BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON, BATTLE ROYAL.
DETAILS TO FOLLOW.
PLEASE KEEP ALL HANDS AND FEET TO YOURSELF AT ALL TIMES, AND ENJOY THE RIDE.
The words are displayed across across the tron at ringside, as if an email was being written, complete with typing sounds and everything. Once the final line is displayed, the house lights turn back on, and anyone watching at home is given the very first view of an NPP ring. A normal four sided ring, with black canvas and dark green ropes. The commentator set up is typical, our two man team of Crosslin and Nora Bauer sit next to each other, directly next to the ring, facing it.
Currently they're discussing how the emails are actually sort of weird and creepy.
Nora asks if Crosslin had a chance to meet the boss, and Crosslin says he never has. They both look at each other, unsure of this mystery, and why it remains a secret, but are excited to be here all the same. They recap the night, as the emails just have. They also point out "Two Buck" Chuck, the NPP twitter intern, is sitting not far from them on his phone, and not far from him sits Addisyn O'Hanlon, the NPP ring announcer. Sitting behind them all and relatively out of sight, is the referees and time keeper.
TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO
CC: GWA STAFF
SUBJECT: WELCOME
HELLO.
YOU CAN CALL ME THE COMMISSIONER.
MY JOB IS TO OVERSEE NORTH PACIFIC PRO. TO MAKE SURE IT ALL RUNS SMOOTHLY.
TONIGHT, MARKS THE VERY FIRST INFAMY, AND WE WILL HAVE OUR VERY FIRST NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPION.
A ONE NIGHT, EIGHT PERSON TOURNAMENT.
ADDITIONALLY, YOU'LL BE TREATED TO A TWELVE PERSON, BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON, BATTLE ROYAL.
DETAILS TO FOLLOW.
PLEASE KEEP ALL HANDS AND FEET TO YOURSELF AT ALL TIMES, AND ENJOY THE RIDE.
The words are displayed across across the tron at ringside, as if an email was being written, complete with typing sounds and everything. Once the final line is displayed, the house lights turn back on, and anyone watching at home is given the very first view of an NPP ring. A normal four sided ring, with black canvas and dark green ropes. The commentator set up is typical, our two man team of Crosslin and Nora Bauer sit next to each other, directly next to the ring, facing it.
Currently they're discussing how the emails are actually sort of weird and creepy.
Nora asks if Crosslin had a chance to meet the boss, and Crosslin says he never has. They both look at each other, unsure of this mystery, and why it remains a secret, but are excited to be here all the same. They recap the night, as the emails just have. They also point out "Two Buck" Chuck, the NPP twitter intern, is sitting not far from them on his phone, and not far from him sits Addisyn O'Hanlon, the NPP ring announcer. Sitting behind them all and relatively out of sight, is the referees and time keeper.
BACKSTAGE
Lexie enters the arena wearing silver like skirt that she pairs with a white blouse. The sleeves thin and sheer while her hair features a black streak stemming out of the ponytail. A woman with a purpose as she's got her gear on top of her bag, slightly exposed to show everyone she's got a place to be and a motive in mind.
“Damn babe. You just gonna walk right by me and not say anything to me? Harsh.”
From out of the camera's view, Reece Killswitch can be heard giving a goofy laugh shortly before the young man makes himself visible. He is dressed in a SUPREME Sweatsuit with matching ski goggles, and an all pink backpack on his shoulders. He gives Lexie one of his famous smirks, before circling her and looking the young lady up and down.
Reece: Oh. No. I know what happened. You just couldn't wait to see the Reece Man in person, So you were running around back here trying to find me. I bet you got so caught up in the chase that you didn't see the man of your dreams standing right here. Huh baby?”
Lexie looks at him with a verge of a cringe coming on at his comments and gives him a shake of her head. Light turns that slowly shake her ponytail.
Lexie: Chasing titles because that's what matters to me right now.
Reece laughs at her and extends a hand out to pinch her cheek.
Reece: Awww. Aren’t you adorable. You think That you’ll be the first to win a championship? Sorry Sweetie. But Reece Always comes first. Ill tell you what though. Drop the bag, Forget about the match, Spend some time with The Reece Man, and i might let you hold my Championship for me. Sound Good?
She does drop the bag, as Lexie moves her head away from him and bends his arm around behind his back.
Lexie: Number one, don't touch. Number two, I'll hold my own title.
Reece writhes and scream in pain yelling for someone to help him. With No one coming to his aid he submits to Lexie tapping on his shoulder screaming at her to release him.
Reece: OUCH! OK! STOP! STOP IT! JUST LET ME GO! OUCH!
Lexie Releases her hold on Killswitch before picking up her bag and walking down the hall, Focusing once again on her motives for the evening. The Reece drops to the floor clutching his arm as he watches her walk away.
Reece: Yeah….. She wants me……
He Picks himself up and brushes himself off, before running towards a group of women on the opposite end of the hall and shouting pickup lines all the way there as the cameras cut back to the Ringside Area.
Lexie enters the arena wearing silver like skirt that she pairs with a white blouse. The sleeves thin and sheer while her hair features a black streak stemming out of the ponytail. A woman with a purpose as she's got her gear on top of her bag, slightly exposed to show everyone she's got a place to be and a motive in mind.
“Damn babe. You just gonna walk right by me and not say anything to me? Harsh.”
From out of the camera's view, Reece Killswitch can be heard giving a goofy laugh shortly before the young man makes himself visible. He is dressed in a SUPREME Sweatsuit with matching ski goggles, and an all pink backpack on his shoulders. He gives Lexie one of his famous smirks, before circling her and looking the young lady up and down.
Reece: Oh. No. I know what happened. You just couldn't wait to see the Reece Man in person, So you were running around back here trying to find me. I bet you got so caught up in the chase that you didn't see the man of your dreams standing right here. Huh baby?”
Lexie looks at him with a verge of a cringe coming on at his comments and gives him a shake of her head. Light turns that slowly shake her ponytail.
Lexie: Chasing titles because that's what matters to me right now.
Reece laughs at her and extends a hand out to pinch her cheek.
Reece: Awww. Aren’t you adorable. You think That you’ll be the first to win a championship? Sorry Sweetie. But Reece Always comes first. Ill tell you what though. Drop the bag, Forget about the match, Spend some time with The Reece Man, and i might let you hold my Championship for me. Sound Good?
She does drop the bag, as Lexie moves her head away from him and bends his arm around behind his back.
Lexie: Number one, don't touch. Number two, I'll hold my own title.
Reece writhes and scream in pain yelling for someone to help him. With No one coming to his aid he submits to Lexie tapping on his shoulder screaming at her to release him.
Reece: OUCH! OK! STOP! STOP IT! JUST LET ME GO! OUCH!
Lexie Releases her hold on Killswitch before picking up her bag and walking down the hall, Focusing once again on her motives for the evening. The Reece drops to the floor clutching his arm as he watches her walk away.
Reece: Yeah….. She wants me……
He Picks himself up and brushes himself off, before running towards a group of women on the opposite end of the hall and shouting pickup lines all the way there as the cameras cut back to the Ringside Area.
MATCH ONE: ROUND ONE
Sophia Pike Vs Croy Calhoun
Sophia Pike Vs Croy Calhoun
| RECAP The two start out into a slow flow of lockups and breakages. Croy is well versed in multiple holds, but Sophia is out to show that she can out work him. The chain through together, between headlocks, full nelsons, wrist locks, standing armbar, and down the body they went. Croy, able to break free of an extension technique from Sophia, ran for the ropes, bounding back into a swinging neckbreaker. They both get to their feet, and Sophia tries to rush him, but runs right into the "Best Judo Throw in the World". It catches Sophia off guard, and her legs fly through the air before she hits the canvas hard. He tries to take advantage of the situation by getting her into a triangle hold. However, Sophia knows her submissions, and doesn't allow Croy to get in completely. She fights against him, ending up on top of him, pounding down with multiple right hands and elbows. A bad spot for Croy to be in. Sophia gets to her feet, and Croy tries to do the same but she kicks him back down, right to the side of the head. She goes for a pin but Croy kicks out. She chickenwings his arm around his back as he gets up, and they dance around the ring for a few seconds before her grip begins to slip. She's forced to pin his arm behind his back, and deliver a modified russian legsweep. Croy holds his arm in pain, rolling around the ring. Sophia reaches down, laying Croy's arm out on the canvas, and stomping on it. Again, he rolls around the ring in pain, yelling out loud. Sophia reaches down again, trying for the same move, but Croy kicks her away. She comes back and he does the same, so this time she grabs his leg. She takes the leg, quickly locking in Queen Anne's Revenge (Haas of Pain), with force. Calhoun yells out, seemingly trapped. So close, yet so far away from the ropes. He fights to break free but it doesn't work, and he slowly comes to the realization that he needs to try for the ropes. Just when he's about to tap, he reachessssss as far over as he can and almost leaps for the ropes, causing extra pain. But Croy snags the ropes, pulling them towards himself, but hanging on for dear life. The referee forces Sophia to release. Quickly, she helps him to his feet, throwing him into a DDT position, that Croy powers out of. He keeps hold of Sophia's arm, twisting it into a wrist-lock short lariat. It sends her to the canvas hard, but takes a lot out of him. Sophia gets to her feet, and Croy walks up behind her, catching her with a bridging dragonplex! Sophia kicks out, but Croy seems to be building some steam. He waits for Sophia to get to her feet, and within seconds she does. He leaps into the air, trying Hey Man, Nice Shot (Jumping High Knee) for Sophia is ready, she completely blocks it! It causes Croy to stumble. Sophia takes him down with an arm drag, keeping him on the ground by applying force. Once there, she takes the arm completely into her Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar), that has Croy struggling to get out of. Unfortunately for Croy, the pair look to be out in the middle of the ring, and he's got no chance of moving. He continues kicking, yelling and trying to move but no no avail. Sophia applies more pressure, and is straining her face, trying to get Croy to tap. His face is pain, he needs to tap, but his heart won't let him. He kicks, tries to strike her, tries to get out...but nothing. Aaaand he's out. Instead of tapping out, Croy Calhoun passes out from the pain. The referee notices immediately and darts in, calling for the bell a short second later, and nudging Sophia off. Of course, she's so locked in she needs a few extra nudges, but she stands up and her hand is raised. The look on her face is one of pure drive and determination. WINNER Sophia Pike METHOD Referee Stoppage MATCH LENGTH 7:10 FINISHING MOVE The Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar) POST MATCH The bell rings and Voodoo Johnson’s “Dirty Angel” begins to play through the PA, Sophia pulls herself up to her feet, miming kicking dirt over him before beckoning for a mic from one of the ring attendants. Despite her opponent being another Seattleite, the fans in attendance are largely supportive of the Emerald City Siren’s victory--possibly, for nothing else than supporting their hometown girl going forward. She raises the mic up, taking a couple breaths before raising up three fingers into the camera’s shot. Sophia Pike: One down... She drops a finger, leaving the other two still up. Sophia Pike: Two to go... A sly little smirk spreads on the Siren’s face, as Sophia glances into the audience for a second. People supporting her has the self-proclaimed Once in a Generation Wrestler a little befuddled, clearly not used to it, but it’s only there for a second. Sophia Pike: LEGATO. Rider. Lexie. Newman. Adelson. And especially Kingsley... The Seattle crowd react violently to the Portland Pro mainstay’s name, a small pocket of fans beginning a “Fuck You, Portland!” chant. Sophia, for her part, grins a smug little grin as she hears it, and even yields to the chant for a second, but eventually raises her mic back up. Sophia Pike: For your sakes, I hope you were all watching that. For your sakes, I hope you all paid attention, I hope you caught a glimpse of what’s coming. I hope you all understand just who in the fuck you have to deal with, if you’re stupid enough to actually get in my way. I have more championship experience than most of you have experience, I’ve wrestled more title matches than most of you have wrestled matches, period. I’ve been at the top...longer than most of you have been wrestling, and it doesn’t matter to me who I have to face in the next round...it doesn’t matter to me who I have to face in the final. This company, this roster, is going to learn what everyone that faces me learns... Sophia Pike: Sometimes? Your best just isn’t good enough. Sophia Pike: You can tell yourself you’re ready. You can tell yourself you’re prepared. Fact of the matter is, this ring is MY ring, this city is MY city, this sport...is MY sport. I am the best wrestler walking this goddamn planet...and if you’re stupid enough to make that walk down that ramp, if you honestly think...you’re going to get your hands on that title? Then I’m going to do to you...what I just did to him. Sophia Pike: I’m going to slap you in the mouth and spin your head like the exorcist...I’m going to spike you on your head until you don’t know where you’re at, I’m going to twist...and torque...and bend...and stretch you out, until I’m happy with what you’ve been through...and I’m going to take your arm, listen to it snap, crackle, pop...until you can’t take anymore... Sophia Pike: Because there’s only one result to this tournament...like everywhere else? Once again...Sophia wins... Sophia Pike: And the sound it makes...goes tap...tap...TAP! Sophia slaps her own hand against her arm, just loud enough to get picked up by the mic, to emphasize her point, before dumping her mic in the middle of the ring. Voodoo Johnson’s “Dirty Angel” cues back up, as the self-proclaimed Pride of the Puget Sound rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. |
BACKSTAGE
The camera steps quietly around the empty arena. As it makes its way around, the idle whispers of men and women pick up on the audio. “Assassin, murderer, monster,” repeats themselves as the camera dips into darkness until they hear the shuffling of someone in the locker room. When the camera reaches its destination, there is only a cracked door into a locker room. The camera takes the plunge, opening it fully to reveal the mysterious, yet ambitious LEGATO. His back is turned to the camera, unveiling the tattoo that stretches all across his back. He stretches his back, popping vertebrae all the while. When he finishes, he reaches down to pick up something unknown from camera view.
They were wrestling boots.
LEGATO first slid them on, making sure that kick pads were nice and tight. He lowers it to the ground with a stomp. The camera pans upward to meet his intense gaze. The whole video is in grayscale as he checks his gear. He looks over his forearms, seeing them bare and proceeds to head for his duffel bag. After he acquires the wrist tape, he bounces it between his hands before he gives the camera a long look.
LEGATO: The days are at an end, where no one has the time to plan out anything. Or rather, they have a few precious moments before they walk out there to the roaring crowd to get a shot at immortality. I, too, am a part of that lot, but I have the edge that many of the roster members don’t have.
A beat.
LEGATO: Throughout my career and my life, I have survived everything that life could have thrown at me. My body is ridden with scars from bouts that would make many hurl. My mind is filled with the thoughts of evil, calculating people who would sooner tear someone apart than to even recognize them as their equal. I am the synthesis of broken men and disturbing dreams brought to a person who was just as starry-eyed as everyone else in this tournament.
LEGATO takes a moment to recollect on his past, staring up at the brick wall. His contemplation falls away as he begins to speak again.
LEGATO: I have seen the best of the best at their worst. I’ve faced many names that are forgotten to time, but they are people who taught me the importance of this business. These rookies do not have the wherewithal just yet to hold the top prize. They’ll soon crush themselves under the pressure. Then where does that leave this company? It leaves the grounds open for someone to take control. That’s the future I see and the future I’m trying to prevent. Proactively, I can do that by winning this tournament tonight. I will lay waste to the cowards, to the arrogant, to the powerful.
The solemn man walks forward towards the bench, propping his feet up on it. He tightens the lace of his boots with a huff.
LEGATO: On the route to tonight, I have seen why I was selected to be apart of the special eight to take part in this tournament. It’s not my lineage. It’s not my skillset. It’s my foresight into what kind of champion that I can become. If we’re apart of a system made to promote several companies across the nation, then those above would love to see their champion a contender. They would love to see even their championship rival the GWA championships that laud over everyone and everything. They want to put stock in a person that will outshine the brightest stars and bring people to the proud, dark corner of the wrestling world. North Pacific Pro is the counterculture. It is the new strand that people will get addicted to.
Once he finishes, he puts his boot down and turns to grab his hoodie. Arm into sleeve, LEGATO’s expression nary changes.
LEGATO: Tonight, it’s not my opportunity, it’s my duty to uphold the nature of this company. I will become the beating heart, the raging soul, and the foundation to which this company will grow stronger than anything else that GWA has to offer. For despite the roster of neophytes, I can be the beacon and inspiration for them to grow. Speaking of a rookie, that is exactly what stands in my way tonight.
The corner of his mouth dips into a half scowl.
LEGATO: Nico Rider hopes to have fun tonight. At my expense.
LEGATO seems perturbed by the thought, but he lets it simmer.
LEGATO: In a place where people wish to skip out on the opportunities graciously given, the first wall between me and the North Pacific Championship is a young man who does not know yet what the world can do to him. So, here I stand as the harshest teacher who will impart his cruel tutelage to the boy. Let this match stand as the precursor and the warning to everyone. LEGATO isn’t some construct of make-believe. I’m not a boy playing dress up and acting this way. I was forged to be this way. Nico doesn’t believe it, I know he doesn’t. It’s that youthful bravado. Shamefully, it will be his undoing.
He pauses.
LEGATO: And this will continue throughout the night, the weaknesses of my other challengers will display themselves…until I am the only one left. Then, I’ll be here as the champion that the whole GWA will recognize.
Complete in his preparations, LEGATO leaves his locker room, heading down the empty, quiet hallway. Along the walls, there are posters of the potential opponents. Sophia Pike in her splendor, the Queen of King County, an infamous submission wrestler who has made plenty fall to her clutches in Femme Fatale Wrestling and Sex and Violence Wrestling. They cross by Steven Kingsley, a golden boy from Portland, Oregon. His efforts in Portland Pro as the Rose City Champion, defeating the likes of Mia Fallon, Vincent Corbana, and Hunter Peterson along the way. On the other side is Lexie and Rhett Adelson in their exploits in Sixth City Pro. Yet, across all of Rhett’s, the word “coward” is sprayed on them. As LEGATO makes his way towards a light, the pictures begin to evaporate into burnt scraps of paper.
There, in the light, LEGATO stands…ready for the night.
The camera steps quietly around the empty arena. As it makes its way around, the idle whispers of men and women pick up on the audio. “Assassin, murderer, monster,” repeats themselves as the camera dips into darkness until they hear the shuffling of someone in the locker room. When the camera reaches its destination, there is only a cracked door into a locker room. The camera takes the plunge, opening it fully to reveal the mysterious, yet ambitious LEGATO. His back is turned to the camera, unveiling the tattoo that stretches all across his back. He stretches his back, popping vertebrae all the while. When he finishes, he reaches down to pick up something unknown from camera view.
They were wrestling boots.
LEGATO first slid them on, making sure that kick pads were nice and tight. He lowers it to the ground with a stomp. The camera pans upward to meet his intense gaze. The whole video is in grayscale as he checks his gear. He looks over his forearms, seeing them bare and proceeds to head for his duffel bag. After he acquires the wrist tape, he bounces it between his hands before he gives the camera a long look.
LEGATO: The days are at an end, where no one has the time to plan out anything. Or rather, they have a few precious moments before they walk out there to the roaring crowd to get a shot at immortality. I, too, am a part of that lot, but I have the edge that many of the roster members don’t have.
A beat.
LEGATO: Throughout my career and my life, I have survived everything that life could have thrown at me. My body is ridden with scars from bouts that would make many hurl. My mind is filled with the thoughts of evil, calculating people who would sooner tear someone apart than to even recognize them as their equal. I am the synthesis of broken men and disturbing dreams brought to a person who was just as starry-eyed as everyone else in this tournament.
LEGATO takes a moment to recollect on his past, staring up at the brick wall. His contemplation falls away as he begins to speak again.
LEGATO: I have seen the best of the best at their worst. I’ve faced many names that are forgotten to time, but they are people who taught me the importance of this business. These rookies do not have the wherewithal just yet to hold the top prize. They’ll soon crush themselves under the pressure. Then where does that leave this company? It leaves the grounds open for someone to take control. That’s the future I see and the future I’m trying to prevent. Proactively, I can do that by winning this tournament tonight. I will lay waste to the cowards, to the arrogant, to the powerful.
The solemn man walks forward towards the bench, propping his feet up on it. He tightens the lace of his boots with a huff.
LEGATO: On the route to tonight, I have seen why I was selected to be apart of the special eight to take part in this tournament. It’s not my lineage. It’s not my skillset. It’s my foresight into what kind of champion that I can become. If we’re apart of a system made to promote several companies across the nation, then those above would love to see their champion a contender. They would love to see even their championship rival the GWA championships that laud over everyone and everything. They want to put stock in a person that will outshine the brightest stars and bring people to the proud, dark corner of the wrestling world. North Pacific Pro is the counterculture. It is the new strand that people will get addicted to.
Once he finishes, he puts his boot down and turns to grab his hoodie. Arm into sleeve, LEGATO’s expression nary changes.
LEGATO: Tonight, it’s not my opportunity, it’s my duty to uphold the nature of this company. I will become the beating heart, the raging soul, and the foundation to which this company will grow stronger than anything else that GWA has to offer. For despite the roster of neophytes, I can be the beacon and inspiration for them to grow. Speaking of a rookie, that is exactly what stands in my way tonight.
The corner of his mouth dips into a half scowl.
LEGATO: Nico Rider hopes to have fun tonight. At my expense.
LEGATO seems perturbed by the thought, but he lets it simmer.
LEGATO: In a place where people wish to skip out on the opportunities graciously given, the first wall between me and the North Pacific Championship is a young man who does not know yet what the world can do to him. So, here I stand as the harshest teacher who will impart his cruel tutelage to the boy. Let this match stand as the precursor and the warning to everyone. LEGATO isn’t some construct of make-believe. I’m not a boy playing dress up and acting this way. I was forged to be this way. Nico doesn’t believe it, I know he doesn’t. It’s that youthful bravado. Shamefully, it will be his undoing.
He pauses.
LEGATO: And this will continue throughout the night, the weaknesses of my other challengers will display themselves…until I am the only one left. Then, I’ll be here as the champion that the whole GWA will recognize.
Complete in his preparations, LEGATO leaves his locker room, heading down the empty, quiet hallway. Along the walls, there are posters of the potential opponents. Sophia Pike in her splendor, the Queen of King County, an infamous submission wrestler who has made plenty fall to her clutches in Femme Fatale Wrestling and Sex and Violence Wrestling. They cross by Steven Kingsley, a golden boy from Portland, Oregon. His efforts in Portland Pro as the Rose City Champion, defeating the likes of Mia Fallon, Vincent Corbana, and Hunter Peterson along the way. On the other side is Lexie and Rhett Adelson in their exploits in Sixth City Pro. Yet, across all of Rhett’s, the word “coward” is sprayed on them. As LEGATO makes his way towards a light, the pictures begin to evaporate into burnt scraps of paper.
There, in the light, LEGATO stands…ready for the night.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage we see Lexie leaving her locker room, not yet dressed to compete as she wore her outfit sh` 1e arrived in. A silver like skirt that she pairs with a white blouse. The sleeves thin and sheer while her hair features a black streak stemming out of the ponytail.
She heads over to the match board, scaring away the lighting staff on her path there by her fierce focus on what was important to her, the tournament and when she got to make her return. Looking over the tournament matches and nods, she takes herself back to her locker room with the intention to change into her ring gear. Before she can get there she hears a loud SNAP!
Male Voice: AHHH!
Lexie: What was that?
Lexie heads back to find Kurt Newman resting up against the wall looking cool at her with a mouse trap on his nipple.
Lexie: What are you doing in here?
Kurt Newman: “Me? Oh it smelled really good in here so I thought it was the ladies bathroom. Ladies bathroom always smell better than men’s. Allot more comfortable and stuff when you’re trying to take a shit.”
Lexie cringes at the comment but then hardly points out the mousetrap on him.
Lexie: “And why is there a mouse trap on your right nipple?”
Kurt looks down and flicks the mouse trap that’s on his right nipple.
Kurt Newman: “This? Newest fashion trend in France. Everyone is doing it over there.”
Lexie: “I've been to France and that is not the latest trend duh, too painful.”
Kurt Newman: “Well its not.”
Lexie: “You’re bleeding.”
Kurt looks down again and notices a stream of blood running down his chest and stomach.
Kurt Newman: “That’s just some red wine. You want a taste?”
Taking his index finger, Kurt wipes some of the blood and points it to Lexie. She tries to hold back a gag.
Kurt Newman: “More for me.”
Sticking his bloody finger into his mouth, Kurt tries to act like it taste good but is unsuccessful at the end as he cringes at the taste.
Lexie: “I put a mouse trap in my bag to scare off pervs, duh”
Kurt Newman: “Look at you, trying to be all Inspector Honey. But sadly that’s not true.”
Lexie is about to comment on being called Inspector Honey.
Kurt Newman: “In the words of Shaggy and his classic 2000 hit…..It wasn’t me”
Lexie: It was.
Kurt Newman: Nope.”
She sighs and the hardly points to him again.
Lexie: “FYI You’re nipple is getting purple now.”
Looking down, Kurt realizes that his nipple is purple and probably needs to be seen by a doctor.
Kurt Newman: “Ok…..it was me.”
Lexie: “Leave.”
Kurt Newman: “Alright…..but ima taking your panties!”
Kurt pulls out a pair of panties from his pocket and shakes them in Lexie’s face before running off.
Lexie: “KURT!”
Kurt Newman: “Don’t tell my wife!”
Backstage we see Lexie leaving her locker room, not yet dressed to compete as she wore her outfit sh` 1e arrived in. A silver like skirt that she pairs with a white blouse. The sleeves thin and sheer while her hair features a black streak stemming out of the ponytail.
She heads over to the match board, scaring away the lighting staff on her path there by her fierce focus on what was important to her, the tournament and when she got to make her return. Looking over the tournament matches and nods, she takes herself back to her locker room with the intention to change into her ring gear. Before she can get there she hears a loud SNAP!
Male Voice: AHHH!
Lexie: What was that?
Lexie heads back to find Kurt Newman resting up against the wall looking cool at her with a mouse trap on his nipple.
Lexie: What are you doing in here?
Kurt Newman: “Me? Oh it smelled really good in here so I thought it was the ladies bathroom. Ladies bathroom always smell better than men’s. Allot more comfortable and stuff when you’re trying to take a shit.”
Lexie cringes at the comment but then hardly points out the mousetrap on him.
Lexie: “And why is there a mouse trap on your right nipple?”
Kurt looks down and flicks the mouse trap that’s on his right nipple.
Kurt Newman: “This? Newest fashion trend in France. Everyone is doing it over there.”
Lexie: “I've been to France and that is not the latest trend duh, too painful.”
Kurt Newman: “Well its not.”
Lexie: “You’re bleeding.”
Kurt looks down again and notices a stream of blood running down his chest and stomach.
Kurt Newman: “That’s just some red wine. You want a taste?”
Taking his index finger, Kurt wipes some of the blood and points it to Lexie. She tries to hold back a gag.
Kurt Newman: “More for me.”
Sticking his bloody finger into his mouth, Kurt tries to act like it taste good but is unsuccessful at the end as he cringes at the taste.
Lexie: “I put a mouse trap in my bag to scare off pervs, duh”
Kurt Newman: “Look at you, trying to be all Inspector Honey. But sadly that’s not true.”
Lexie is about to comment on being called Inspector Honey.
Kurt Newman: “In the words of Shaggy and his classic 2000 hit…..It wasn’t me”
Lexie: It was.
Kurt Newman: Nope.”
She sighs and the hardly points to him again.
Lexie: “FYI You’re nipple is getting purple now.”
Looking down, Kurt realizes that his nipple is purple and probably needs to be seen by a doctor.
Kurt Newman: “Ok…..it was me.”
Lexie: “Leave.”
Kurt Newman: “Alright…..but ima taking your panties!”
Kurt pulls out a pair of panties from his pocket and shakes them in Lexie’s face before running off.
Lexie: “KURT!”
Kurt Newman: “Don’t tell my wife!”
MATCH TWO: ROUND ONE
LEGATO vs Nico Rider
LEGATO vs Nico Rider
| RECAP LEGATO turns his back on Nico, looking out at the crowd and Nico immediately hits him from behind. The bell rings as Rider continues to stomp away on LEGATO. They continue battling as Nico hits a number of rights and elbows, grabbing LEGATO's head and smashing him with an elbow to the face. LEGATO stumbles back and Nico tries to go after him, but is hit with a right himself. The two continue battling, LEGATO grabbing the back of Nico's head and getting a well placed right to the gut, then to the face. Nico steps back and bounds off the ropes, jumping on LEGATO with a Lou Thesz press, followed by more right hands. LEGATO puts his hands up to block, and then slides out of the ring. Nico jumps to the apron, and attempts to run along it. He puts a leg out, trying to kick LEGATO in the chest from above, but LEGATO grabs it. He yanks Nico right off the apron, and he smashes his head. LEGATO spears him right into the steel steps next to them. Following, he whips Nico right into the barricade. He tries to rush him again, but Nico moves right out of the way, causing LEGATO to go face first into the barricade. Seeing the count draw near, Nico slides back into the ring and waits. LEGATO slides in with barely anymore time. Nico darts towards him, but LEGATO takes him down with a drop toe hold that gets Nico on the ropes. Once there, LEGATO stands, kicking to Nico's back. Rider yells out. LEGATO smirks, looking out to the crowd for only a moment, when Nico steps up to the ropes and sprinboards backwards. He's looking for a backwards darting elbow but is caught by LEGATO, who stalls for a moment, and then drops him with a backdrop. Nico fights upwards, against LEGATO, before grabbing his head and bringing him down into a jawbreaker. LEGATO stumbles back into the corner, and Nico meets him there with a raised knee. He uses his shoulder to get him around the waist a few times, before grabbing his head and taking him across the ring with a bulldog. Nico tries for the cover but LEGATO kicks out. Nico stomps away on him, trying his best to wear his opponent down. Nico goes for a standing legdrop, but LEGATO quickly moves out of the way, causing Nico to hit the canvas instead. LEGATO uses the time to get Nico back to his feet, clutching him from behind into a half nelson position. He nails the Red Bay Massacre (Bridging half nelson suplex) on Nico, holding for a pin, but Nico is able to kickout at a two count. He gets Rider to his feet, whipping him across the ring so that Nico bounds back. However, Rider jumps up and hits a hurricanrana to the mat. As LEGATO is trying to get to his feet, Nico baseball slides right into his face as LEGATO is on all fours. He stops on him again and again, doing anything he can to wear LEGATO down a little more. Nico grabs hold of LEGATO's legs, dialing in on a Texas cloverleaf. LEGATO fights through, lifting himself up and flipping under. In anger, Nico stomps on LEGATO's face before letting go completely. Rider allows LEGATO to get to his feet and tries to hit him with a closeline, but LEGATO ducks. He catches Nico into a headlock for a few seconds, before pushing him away. Rider thinks he sees a moment, he lunges forward, looking for a Kiss the Foot (Superkick) but LEGATO dodges him, ending with Nico's leg caught on the ropes. As he tries to get his leg off, it's the moment LEGATO needs to grab him from behind. He yanks Nico back so his leg is no longer on the rope, before drilling him with Fatal Attraction (Reverse Brainbuster). He hooks the leg for the three count. WINNER LEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:49 FINISHING MOVE Fatal Attraction (Reverse Brainbuster) |
BACKSTAGE
Each and every single step that Tajnia Mustafi took was one that was practically lighter than air, if the look of jubilation on her face were to be used as indication. A smile was scrawled across her face, accentuated by ruby-painted lips. The Bookish Brawler wears her dark hair in a fishtail braid and she wears a fitted, white dress with metallic gold filigree decorations all over the modest, floor-length garment. Her hand is inside of the considerably larger hand of “Portland’s Pro,” Steven Kingsley. She follows him at his side, her attention turning upward in his direction.
Tajnia Mustafi: “Are you nervous?”
Steven Kingsley: “Honestly, I’m nervous to be fighting somewhere other than Portland. I was down in Texas for awhile and that went alright. But for the most part, venturing out of my comfort zone has always been a little nerve wracking at first. But I know who I am and what I can do, so I’ll pull through. This could be a big night, don’t want to let a few jitters get in the way of what I know I can do.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “You’ve been bestowed with quite the honor of being within the North Pacific Championship tournament. You could potentially become the first champion of this promotion, on the first showing… that’s a huge deal. You should be proud of yourself. Plus, you are one of the favorites to win.”
She swings his hand slightly, her soft features giving him a kind smile.
Tajnia Mustafi: “You’ve arguably got the most experience in the ring as well, and you’ve held championship gold in the past within Portland Pro Wrestling’s realm. You know what it takes to get to the top in a company full of hungry, young talent that wants to make a name for itself.”
Steven Kingsley: “Oh, I know how to deal with kids alright. After all, I’ve been literally surrounded by them at the High School this past school year. People wanting to prove themselves. Show how tough they are and how much they know. But the truth of the matter is, even though they DO know a lot, they haven’t lived it. I have, and I will make sure that that experience shows up and pushes me forward. If you don’t use experience to your advantage then what good is it?“
Tajnia Mustafi: “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little bit jealous of the opportunities you and the seven other combatants have received. Just a smidge… I hope you don’t find me to be awful.”
That sweet smile slowly falls down, into a nervous frown.
Tajnia Mustafi: “Salvador Dali does state that intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings, after all…”
Her eyes closed and that smile returned as she felt his hand part her own for just a moment, before ultimately cupping her shoulder and pulling her in, planting a kiss right onto the crown of her head.
Steven Kingsley: “I know you have ambitions Taj. I love that about you. You’re driven and it’s going to take you far in this business. You’ve never let anything get in the way of what your goals are and here will not be any different. I have full faith that no matter what is put in your way, you’ll fight your way through it and succeed.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “Thank you, that means alot. Who knows, when you win this tournament… you never know. Perhaps somewhere down the pipe, I’ll be waiting for you.”
Steven Kingsley: “Taj, that is a terrible thought to come up with the day of our first matches here. That’s not even on my radar, I don’t want to think about that right now.“
Her lips curl into another smile and a playful shrug follows.
Tajnia Mustafi: “It could happen!”
She planted her hands onto her hips.
Tajnia Mustafi: “Well, I, for one, am nervous. This is a new environment for me completely. A brave, new landscape… bold terrain. I am not just representing myself, nor Valero Fight Club, but I’m representing both Bangladesh and Wales. And, all of the training in the world under the best, brightest talents will never prepare you for the type of thrashing that comes in the hardcore environment with eleven opponents who all want the same thing. I don’t even know what to bring. I’m so far out of my comfort zone...”
She cupped her chin with her finger and thumb, contemplation and worry on her face. Steven approaches with a few steps, and he places a compassionate hand onto her shoulder.
Steven Kingsley: “You don’t have to bring anything if you don’t want to Taj. It’s just an advantage that some may take to try to ensure their victory. But if you’re not comfortable with it… take your skill and the lesson’s you were taught in training as your weapon. After all, it’s the only one you’ll be most comfortable with. Use it to take advantage of this situation you’ve been placed in.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “I suppose you’re correct. It’s an opportunity like any other. Broaden my horizons to something… a tad barbaric. Statistically? My style of wrestling puts me at a disadvantage against more brutish competitors. Especially Mr. McCallaghan...”
Tajnia’s complexion goes a shade or two more pale. Caim was dangerous, as she’d noted in what she’d studied of him. He would fit in well with the kind of anarchist playground that the bring your own weapon battle royal presented.
Tajnia Mustafi: “This match seems as if it were designed with him in mind…”
Steven Kingsley: “Well then, maybe he’ll be overconfident. Look for an opportunity to take advantage of that and when the time comes, strike. I’m sure no matter what happens, you’ll have a great debut to look back on and build from.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “I’d never miss out on the opportunity to make a good first impression. It’s been a long trek here! And to go out there, and be mercilessly smeared into the mat… I can think of no other way I’d rather spend my Wednesday evening. Besides… I have the war paint and everything.”
She lifted her arms and let her sleeves fall to the elbow, exposing her hand and wrists, painted with beautiful, bronze intricate designs, centered with sparkling rhinestones pressed to her skin in the linework of her traditional Mehndi henna art. As the day was a big deal to her… her skin needed to showcase that.
Steven Kingsley: “Wow, that looks great Taj. When did you find time to get all of that done? I feel like a few hours of my life are missing now knowing we’ve been together since you got back to the West Coast. You’re going to look great out there. Heck, you look great out here.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “Did it myself. Tonight is commemorative and I needed to show that. Now there is only one preparation left to be made… wish me luck? And to you I give the same.”
Mustafi asked with a sweet smile, leaning in and planting her red lips onto his for a soft kiss. A smirk spreads over Steven’s face as she begins to walk away to wherever it was she last needed to be. Before she could get too far, he snapped out of his daze.
Steven Kingsley: “Good luck Taj! You’re going to do great.”
Steven takes his bag and walks off following a few signs leading to the locker room area set up in the arena for the NPPro wrestlers as the scene fades to black.
Each and every single step that Tajnia Mustafi took was one that was practically lighter than air, if the look of jubilation on her face were to be used as indication. A smile was scrawled across her face, accentuated by ruby-painted lips. The Bookish Brawler wears her dark hair in a fishtail braid and she wears a fitted, white dress with metallic gold filigree decorations all over the modest, floor-length garment. Her hand is inside of the considerably larger hand of “Portland’s Pro,” Steven Kingsley. She follows him at his side, her attention turning upward in his direction.
Tajnia Mustafi: “Are you nervous?”
Steven Kingsley: “Honestly, I’m nervous to be fighting somewhere other than Portland. I was down in Texas for awhile and that went alright. But for the most part, venturing out of my comfort zone has always been a little nerve wracking at first. But I know who I am and what I can do, so I’ll pull through. This could be a big night, don’t want to let a few jitters get in the way of what I know I can do.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “You’ve been bestowed with quite the honor of being within the North Pacific Championship tournament. You could potentially become the first champion of this promotion, on the first showing… that’s a huge deal. You should be proud of yourself. Plus, you are one of the favorites to win.”
She swings his hand slightly, her soft features giving him a kind smile.
Tajnia Mustafi: “You’ve arguably got the most experience in the ring as well, and you’ve held championship gold in the past within Portland Pro Wrestling’s realm. You know what it takes to get to the top in a company full of hungry, young talent that wants to make a name for itself.”
Steven Kingsley: “Oh, I know how to deal with kids alright. After all, I’ve been literally surrounded by them at the High School this past school year. People wanting to prove themselves. Show how tough they are and how much they know. But the truth of the matter is, even though they DO know a lot, they haven’t lived it. I have, and I will make sure that that experience shows up and pushes me forward. If you don’t use experience to your advantage then what good is it?“
Tajnia Mustafi: “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little bit jealous of the opportunities you and the seven other combatants have received. Just a smidge… I hope you don’t find me to be awful.”
That sweet smile slowly falls down, into a nervous frown.
Tajnia Mustafi: “Salvador Dali does state that intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings, after all…”
Her eyes closed and that smile returned as she felt his hand part her own for just a moment, before ultimately cupping her shoulder and pulling her in, planting a kiss right onto the crown of her head.
Steven Kingsley: “I know you have ambitions Taj. I love that about you. You’re driven and it’s going to take you far in this business. You’ve never let anything get in the way of what your goals are and here will not be any different. I have full faith that no matter what is put in your way, you’ll fight your way through it and succeed.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “Thank you, that means alot. Who knows, when you win this tournament… you never know. Perhaps somewhere down the pipe, I’ll be waiting for you.”
Steven Kingsley: “Taj, that is a terrible thought to come up with the day of our first matches here. That’s not even on my radar, I don’t want to think about that right now.“
Her lips curl into another smile and a playful shrug follows.
Tajnia Mustafi: “It could happen!”
She planted her hands onto her hips.
Tajnia Mustafi: “Well, I, for one, am nervous. This is a new environment for me completely. A brave, new landscape… bold terrain. I am not just representing myself, nor Valero Fight Club, but I’m representing both Bangladesh and Wales. And, all of the training in the world under the best, brightest talents will never prepare you for the type of thrashing that comes in the hardcore environment with eleven opponents who all want the same thing. I don’t even know what to bring. I’m so far out of my comfort zone...”
She cupped her chin with her finger and thumb, contemplation and worry on her face. Steven approaches with a few steps, and he places a compassionate hand onto her shoulder.
Steven Kingsley: “You don’t have to bring anything if you don’t want to Taj. It’s just an advantage that some may take to try to ensure their victory. But if you’re not comfortable with it… take your skill and the lesson’s you were taught in training as your weapon. After all, it’s the only one you’ll be most comfortable with. Use it to take advantage of this situation you’ve been placed in.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “I suppose you’re correct. It’s an opportunity like any other. Broaden my horizons to something… a tad barbaric. Statistically? My style of wrestling puts me at a disadvantage against more brutish competitors. Especially Mr. McCallaghan...”
Tajnia’s complexion goes a shade or two more pale. Caim was dangerous, as she’d noted in what she’d studied of him. He would fit in well with the kind of anarchist playground that the bring your own weapon battle royal presented.
Tajnia Mustafi: “This match seems as if it were designed with him in mind…”
Steven Kingsley: “Well then, maybe he’ll be overconfident. Look for an opportunity to take advantage of that and when the time comes, strike. I’m sure no matter what happens, you’ll have a great debut to look back on and build from.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “I’d never miss out on the opportunity to make a good first impression. It’s been a long trek here! And to go out there, and be mercilessly smeared into the mat… I can think of no other way I’d rather spend my Wednesday evening. Besides… I have the war paint and everything.”
She lifted her arms and let her sleeves fall to the elbow, exposing her hand and wrists, painted with beautiful, bronze intricate designs, centered with sparkling rhinestones pressed to her skin in the linework of her traditional Mehndi henna art. As the day was a big deal to her… her skin needed to showcase that.
Steven Kingsley: “Wow, that looks great Taj. When did you find time to get all of that done? I feel like a few hours of my life are missing now knowing we’ve been together since you got back to the West Coast. You’re going to look great out there. Heck, you look great out here.“
Tajnia Mustafi: “Did it myself. Tonight is commemorative and I needed to show that. Now there is only one preparation left to be made… wish me luck? And to you I give the same.”
Mustafi asked with a sweet smile, leaning in and planting her red lips onto his for a soft kiss. A smirk spreads over Steven’s face as she begins to walk away to wherever it was she last needed to be. Before she could get too far, he snapped out of his daze.
Steven Kingsley: “Good luck Taj! You’re going to do great.”
Steven takes his bag and walks off following a few signs leading to the locker room area set up in the arena for the NPPro wrestlers as the scene fades to black.
BACKSTAGE
Lexie finds herself to her locker room, but before she heads in, she gets a message on her phone. Pulling a little suspicious look, a tiny sigh aggravated someone was messaging her, she looks to see a message from Jeremy, telling her to turn around.
Lexie: Stalker.
She's met by his charming smile, accompanied by a light chuckle.
Jeremy: Yeah, I'm happy to see you too, Lexie.
He says, shaking his head.
Lexie: Still wearing the annoying smile I see.
She says letting the comment dangle.
Jeremy: Eh, I tried to take it off, but it's kinda stuck there I'm afraid…
Bringing his right hand to the back of his neck, he rolls it in circles with a grimace of pain on his face.
Jeremy: Oh, you're welcome by the way. Really, it's no big deal for me crossing the country just to come see you making your debut for NPP.
Lexie: Something wrong with your neck?
She says putting her foot forward, a little appreciative he did that.
Jeremy: I don't know really, I think it's just a bit stiff… Maybe strained, and flying in economy class certainly didn't help..
He shrugs lightly.
Jeremy: It's no big deal really.
Lexie curiously gives him a double take glance and shrugs.
Lexie: I hope you got yourself a front row seat to yours truly being NPP North Pacific Champion. Did you ever compete three times in one night?
He shakes his head.
Jeremy: Never… I competed twice though, and it wasn't easy.
Wearing a reassuring smile, he looks back at her.
Jeremy: You can absolutely do it though. I saw you training, you have the intensity and the stamina to make it… And the prize at stake is definitely a huge drive… You have the chance to make history tonight.
Lexie: And I’m generally lucky, not that I count on it to win. Stephen, ugh, Kurt if he gets through or whoever it is I meet in the semi-final and final are in for a shock against me. Aren’t they, Fireman?
She raises her eyebrows up to him. Seeing if he disagreed. He doesn't, nodding at her.
Jeremy: That's the plan, am I right?
He winks, smiling at the blonde girl.
Jeremy: You never lacked confidence, and that’s a great thing. But don't make the mistake to underestimate your opponents, especially Kurt. As unorthodox as he most definitely is, guy’s a legend..
Lexie: I’d never do that. That’s why I won my last match back in SCP, I knew my opponents exactly what my opponents could do and rose to a level far beyond that. Time to do it again.
She observes her knuckles, perhaps to see how they look know compared to what they will be after three matches and walks past Jeremy.
Lexie: Come along, Jeremy, my match is up.
Lexie finds herself to her locker room, but before she heads in, she gets a message on her phone. Pulling a little suspicious look, a tiny sigh aggravated someone was messaging her, she looks to see a message from Jeremy, telling her to turn around.
Lexie: Stalker.
She's met by his charming smile, accompanied by a light chuckle.
Jeremy: Yeah, I'm happy to see you too, Lexie.
He says, shaking his head.
Lexie: Still wearing the annoying smile I see.
She says letting the comment dangle.
Jeremy: Eh, I tried to take it off, but it's kinda stuck there I'm afraid…
Bringing his right hand to the back of his neck, he rolls it in circles with a grimace of pain on his face.
Jeremy: Oh, you're welcome by the way. Really, it's no big deal for me crossing the country just to come see you making your debut for NPP.
Lexie: Something wrong with your neck?
She says putting her foot forward, a little appreciative he did that.
Jeremy: I don't know really, I think it's just a bit stiff… Maybe strained, and flying in economy class certainly didn't help..
He shrugs lightly.
Jeremy: It's no big deal really.
Lexie curiously gives him a double take glance and shrugs.
Lexie: I hope you got yourself a front row seat to yours truly being NPP North Pacific Champion. Did you ever compete three times in one night?
He shakes his head.
Jeremy: Never… I competed twice though, and it wasn't easy.
Wearing a reassuring smile, he looks back at her.
Jeremy: You can absolutely do it though. I saw you training, you have the intensity and the stamina to make it… And the prize at stake is definitely a huge drive… You have the chance to make history tonight.
Lexie: And I’m generally lucky, not that I count on it to win. Stephen, ugh, Kurt if he gets through or whoever it is I meet in the semi-final and final are in for a shock against me. Aren’t they, Fireman?
She raises her eyebrows up to him. Seeing if he disagreed. He doesn't, nodding at her.
Jeremy: That's the plan, am I right?
He winks, smiling at the blonde girl.
Jeremy: You never lacked confidence, and that’s a great thing. But don't make the mistake to underestimate your opponents, especially Kurt. As unorthodox as he most definitely is, guy’s a legend..
Lexie: I’d never do that. That’s why I won my last match back in SCP, I knew my opponents exactly what my opponents could do and rose to a level far beyond that. Time to do it again.
She observes her knuckles, perhaps to see how they look know compared to what they will be after three matches and walks past Jeremy.
Lexie: Come along, Jeremy, my match is up.
MATCH THREE: ROUND ONE
Steven Kingsley vs Lexie
Steven Kingsley vs Lexie
| RECAP The bell rings and the two start by inching towards each other. Steven puts his hand out, and Lexie reciprocates, though Steven pulls her into a headlock. Lexie shifts out of it, and darts across the ring. She bounces off, heading back into a spinning elbow by Kingsley. Lexie kips up, but is driven into the corner. Kingsley jumps up, and uses his momentum to perform a monkey flip. SOMEHOW Lexie floats over completely and lands on her feet, much to the surprise of all watching. She turns back to Kingsley, getting to his feet, and she dropkicks him right in the back. Steven flies forward, connecting with the turnbuckle. She wraps her around around his waist, but he pushes her off. She rushes him again, just in time for him to turn her, his back now to the turnbuckle. They exchange blows, in which Kingsley gets the better of, and hops onto the second rope, hitting Lexie with a tornado DDT for a cover and a kickout. As Lexie is getting up, Steven clutches her from behind, taking her back down with a german suplex. He helps her to her feet and gets her against the ropes, whipping her across the ring. However, when she bounds back, she lands a huge chop right to Steven's chest. Followed by another. She bounds back to the ropes, bounding off into a spinning heel kick that takes Kingsley down to the canvas. They both get up, and Lexie takes Kingsley with a snapmare, gunning for the ropes again, before hitting a knee trembler right to Steven's face. She covers for a two count. On their feet again, Lexie knees him into the midsection, followed by another knee. As Kingsley is bent over, she lifts her leg high into an axe kick. She walks over to his legs, trying to get him over into a boston crab position. After much struggling, she does. However, it doesn't take much for Steven to crab walk to the bottom rope through the pain. The referee taps Lexie's shoulder, that she needs to let go, and she does. She's forced to back off, as Steven gets to his feet. Lexie immediately rushes him, but he catches her into a spinning belly-to-belly. They fight to their feet, Steven still in control. He slams her back to the mat with a hard scoop slam. He helps her to her feet again, Lexie now looking a little bit sluggish. Steven slings her arm over himself, looking out at the crowd before lifting her up above his head. He keeps her there for a moment, too long in fact. Upside down, Lexie brings her knee down, and connects with Steven's head, which causes him to drop her forward. She lands on her feet, leaning back into the ropes. She bounces off into a slingshot move, but is instantly taken down by a well placed closeline. He walks over to her, stalking her from behind with his arms out wide. Lexie fights to her feet, not realizing that Steven is standing directly behind her. Once she's on her feet, Kingsley strikes, and has Lexie locked into the Debeautification (full nelson) and seems to be applying a lot of pressure. Lexie is struggling to break free...and, she does. Seemingly out of nowhere, Lexie gets lucky and slides out of the full nelson on the left side. Steven, as well as the rest of the crowd are quite stunned. He tries to grab her arm again, and hit a full nelson suplex, what he usually does if someone is slipping out. But he doesn't have a firm grasp as he lifts her up, and she uses the momentum to her advantage, rolling Kingsley up into a small package for the MOST surprising three count. WINNER Lexie METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:24 FINISHING MOVE Small Package POST MATCH Steven powers out just a second too late, giving Lexie the win. Kingsley is on his knees, arms to his head in amazement of what's just happened. "Lucky" Lexie has her hand raised with a smile as she exits the ring. Steven looks on still, and then out to the crowd, unable to believe he's just lost with a small package. |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The Westin Seattle, 06.20.2018
The scene came to live with two people talking. Here and there laughters were heard, mostly from a husky yet female voice. Moments later the viewer spotted a muscular man launching over a leather chair. Stretched out over him was a fiery redhead, messing around with his hair. Laughing.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Oh, what a pleasant surprise. Didn’t think you would find us that quick. But since you shown so much effort, lets give you something for your money's worth. Right, Hayden?
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
The stage is yours, love. After all you are the manager of the beast.
Lara laughed out in her usual, seductive manner. She whispered something into Hayden’s ear.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
The truth is, you are not ready. None of you. One or the other has heard of me, or even seen me compete. I am what they call the violent fun times. But neither of you knows what Hayden brings to the table. Tattoos and muscles is one thing. It is the mindset that makes the real predator though.
It was obvious that he didn’t really pay attention to the rolling camera, instead he running his huge hands over her body. A gentle nudge to the ribs brought him back to reality though.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
So. North Pacific Pro. The new home of yours truly. Now some might would say I have been too quiet since the card got announced. I like to disagree. Instead of wasting my time on twitter, I have been physically preparing. Hitting it hard, if you know what I mean.
He looked at Lara with a wink. She rolled her eyes at him.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
But never mistake silence for ignorance. I have set my eyes on the big prize and whoever may stand in my way. Inside this ring there is no mercy, kids. I will run through all of you if that means i will have my hand raised in victory. That enough to send the message across, love?
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
And you haven’t even cut to the core yet, dear.
She acted as if she waited for a verbal response, but had already sat herself up. She rolled her neck several times, smiling. Giving him enough space to speak up.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
The core of it, is that I'm not here to shake hands, make friends, and form alliances. I have all I need right here, I will give all I have left in my heart, and I will personally be taking each of you to the Lazarus Pit. Like me, you can become better than what you were, even if it still won't be as good as I am.
His partner in crime observed him for a good moment before finally getting off of his lap. Lara did bend slightly over to grab something from the behind the chair. The smile on her face grew when she ran her fingers or her second favourite toy. A barbwire baseball bat. She rested her hand on his shoulder.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
They speak of weapons like they know what it truly means to use them. Like little kids they will fall to the feet of my beast. And with unleashing that storm, it will rain blood instead of water. Is that correct, dearest?
It was obvious she was toying with him by now. Hayden slowly turned his head to look at her with a deep smirk and lick of the lips before turning his attention back.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
It's a foregone fucking conclusion. The present and future belong to the Beast and the Doomsday Diva. It's your end, yet merely our beginning.
Hayden kissed Lara’s hand and nodded just as the feed cuts.
RINGSIDE
"Baby I’m worth it" hits over the public address system from the sold out Washington Hall, in beautiful Seattle, Washington. As the lights flash pink and purple hues as the paparazzi soon approaches as the red carpet rolls as out from the back steps two of the newest signings to North Pacific Pro. The Pretty Committee Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis the fans greet them with loud boos their reputations proceeding themselves as Veronica is dressed in a black skirt, black Pretty Committee t-shirt with pink writing on it black high heel pumps, and a black Gucci handbag slung over her shoulder. The Malibu Queen B is dressed in black shorts, black boots, and am matching Pretty Committee t-shirt she has her trademark tiara on her head. And a Chanel handbag slung over her shoulder.
As they taunt the booing fans before posing arrogantly for the paparazzi. As The Queen B does a beauty pageant wave they hold their noses before each grabbing perfume and spraying it all around the arena in disgust. As they taunt the booing fans they soon order the ring announcer in the ring to lower the ropes for them which he does as they climb up the steel steps. And enter the ring they pose arrogantly together before snapping their fingers at the stage hand rudely demanding microphones which they get, however, they make sure they are disinfectant as they spray the microphones with disinfectant rom Veronica’s handbag. As the music dies down they hold the microphones waiting on the fans to quiet down as they have a hand on their hips in obvious annoyance.
Veronica Taylor: I know hold your applause because yes Wrestling’s greatest tag team has made its presence here in the fuggo hipster capital of the world Seattle Washington.
The boos only get louder as the duo share a bitchy laugh with each other.
Bianca Davis: SHUT UP! The Queens of Mean are speaking so when we speak uggos shut up and listen.
The boos however, only grow again as a Pretty Committee sucks chant break out from the capacity crowd. As they stand there waiting for the chants to die own.
Veronica Taylor: Thank you B, these people are just so rude!
Bianca Davis: Thank you Vero, for giving me something good to look at other than myself. Because these hipster freaks are close to making me puke. Like, clearly no one has ever taught them about fashion! But, don’t worry we are here to bring a dose of class to this lowly little place after all we can’t have a bunch of basics thinking they matter around here now can we?
They share another laugh at the fans expense.
Veronica Taylor: True, and now I know there is a little tournament this show the winner will become the first ever champion, and you know that is a big deal Bianca like whoever wins is gonna have such a big target on their back.
Bianca Davis: Such a big one almost as big as this fat bitch in the front row like piggie have you heard of slim fast?
The fans really boo as Bianca does a oink noise at the fan as The first class Mean Girl laughs at the fan being made fun of.
Veronica Taylor: Oh don’t worry you won’t ever look like us but you can try. But speaking of titles where are our belts? Like our tag team titles? I mean we are the first and best tag team in this company. Like we already slayed all of you basics and soon enough it doesn’t matter what tag teams are signed it won’t change the fact that this is the Pretty Committees division. But I know things are new around here so lets say we give them 24 hours until we start giving out free makeovers to the roster?
Bianca Davis: Thats so nice of us we could just start tonight but you know what this air has made me sick. Like do you people know how to bathe? Like after this I am taking at least five showers because I had to step foot here. But it doesn’t matter what tag teams do sign as my partner said because those are our titles and if NPP is smart they will hand us our belts soon or we will start making examples out of the basics.
Veronica Taylor: Because we are oh so pretty and oh so dangerous.
They drop the mics as the fans boo loudly as Baby I’m worth it by fifth harmony hits as they pose in the center of the ring arrogantly. As, they climb out of the ring in a smug fashion taunting the fans, and making their way up the ramp.
The scene came to live with two people talking. Here and there laughters were heard, mostly from a husky yet female voice. Moments later the viewer spotted a muscular man launching over a leather chair. Stretched out over him was a fiery redhead, messing around with his hair. Laughing.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
Oh, what a pleasant surprise. Didn’t think you would find us that quick. But since you shown so much effort, lets give you something for your money's worth. Right, Hayden?
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
The stage is yours, love. After all you are the manager of the beast.
Lara laughed out in her usual, seductive manner. She whispered something into Hayden’s ear.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
The truth is, you are not ready. None of you. One or the other has heard of me, or even seen me compete. I am what they call the violent fun times. But neither of you knows what Hayden brings to the table. Tattoos and muscles is one thing. It is the mindset that makes the real predator though.
It was obvious that he didn’t really pay attention to the rolling camera, instead he running his huge hands over her body. A gentle nudge to the ribs brought him back to reality though.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
So. North Pacific Pro. The new home of yours truly. Now some might would say I have been too quiet since the card got announced. I like to disagree. Instead of wasting my time on twitter, I have been physically preparing. Hitting it hard, if you know what I mean.
He looked at Lara with a wink. She rolled her eyes at him.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
But never mistake silence for ignorance. I have set my eyes on the big prize and whoever may stand in my way. Inside this ring there is no mercy, kids. I will run through all of you if that means i will have my hand raised in victory. That enough to send the message across, love?
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
And you haven’t even cut to the core yet, dear.
She acted as if she waited for a verbal response, but had already sat herself up. She rolled her neck several times, smiling. Giving him enough space to speak up.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
The core of it, is that I'm not here to shake hands, make friends, and form alliances. I have all I need right here, I will give all I have left in my heart, and I will personally be taking each of you to the Lazarus Pit. Like me, you can become better than what you were, even if it still won't be as good as I am.
His partner in crime observed him for a good moment before finally getting off of his lap. Lara did bend slightly over to grab something from the behind the chair. The smile on her face grew when she ran her fingers or her second favourite toy. A barbwire baseball bat. She rested her hand on his shoulder.
The DOOMSDAY Diva • Lara Chambers
They speak of weapons like they know what it truly means to use them. Like little kids they will fall to the feet of my beast. And with unleashing that storm, it will rain blood instead of water. Is that correct, dearest?
It was obvious she was toying with him by now. Hayden slowly turned his head to look at her with a deep smirk and lick of the lips before turning his attention back.
The BEAST Inside • Hayden Lazarus
It's a foregone fucking conclusion. The present and future belong to the Beast and the Doomsday Diva. It's your end, yet merely our beginning.
Hayden kissed Lara’s hand and nodded just as the feed cuts.
RINGSIDE
"Baby I’m worth it" hits over the public address system from the sold out Washington Hall, in beautiful Seattle, Washington. As the lights flash pink and purple hues as the paparazzi soon approaches as the red carpet rolls as out from the back steps two of the newest signings to North Pacific Pro. The Pretty Committee Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis the fans greet them with loud boos their reputations proceeding themselves as Veronica is dressed in a black skirt, black Pretty Committee t-shirt with pink writing on it black high heel pumps, and a black Gucci handbag slung over her shoulder. The Malibu Queen B is dressed in black shorts, black boots, and am matching Pretty Committee t-shirt she has her trademark tiara on her head. And a Chanel handbag slung over her shoulder.
As they taunt the booing fans before posing arrogantly for the paparazzi. As The Queen B does a beauty pageant wave they hold their noses before each grabbing perfume and spraying it all around the arena in disgust. As they taunt the booing fans they soon order the ring announcer in the ring to lower the ropes for them which he does as they climb up the steel steps. And enter the ring they pose arrogantly together before snapping their fingers at the stage hand rudely demanding microphones which they get, however, they make sure they are disinfectant as they spray the microphones with disinfectant rom Veronica’s handbag. As the music dies down they hold the microphones waiting on the fans to quiet down as they have a hand on their hips in obvious annoyance.
Veronica Taylor: I know hold your applause because yes Wrestling’s greatest tag team has made its presence here in the fuggo hipster capital of the world Seattle Washington.
The boos only get louder as the duo share a bitchy laugh with each other.
Bianca Davis: SHUT UP! The Queens of Mean are speaking so when we speak uggos shut up and listen.
The boos however, only grow again as a Pretty Committee sucks chant break out from the capacity crowd. As they stand there waiting for the chants to die own.
Veronica Taylor: Thank you B, these people are just so rude!
Bianca Davis: Thank you Vero, for giving me something good to look at other than myself. Because these hipster freaks are close to making me puke. Like, clearly no one has ever taught them about fashion! But, don’t worry we are here to bring a dose of class to this lowly little place after all we can’t have a bunch of basics thinking they matter around here now can we?
They share another laugh at the fans expense.
Veronica Taylor: True, and now I know there is a little tournament this show the winner will become the first ever champion, and you know that is a big deal Bianca like whoever wins is gonna have such a big target on their back.
Bianca Davis: Such a big one almost as big as this fat bitch in the front row like piggie have you heard of slim fast?
The fans really boo as Bianca does a oink noise at the fan as The first class Mean Girl laughs at the fan being made fun of.
Veronica Taylor: Oh don’t worry you won’t ever look like us but you can try. But speaking of titles where are our belts? Like our tag team titles? I mean we are the first and best tag team in this company. Like we already slayed all of you basics and soon enough it doesn’t matter what tag teams are signed it won’t change the fact that this is the Pretty Committees division. But I know things are new around here so lets say we give them 24 hours until we start giving out free makeovers to the roster?
Bianca Davis: Thats so nice of us we could just start tonight but you know what this air has made me sick. Like do you people know how to bathe? Like after this I am taking at least five showers because I had to step foot here. But it doesn’t matter what tag teams do sign as my partner said because those are our titles and if NPP is smart they will hand us our belts soon or we will start making examples out of the basics.
Veronica Taylor: Because we are oh so pretty and oh so dangerous.
They drop the mics as the fans boo loudly as Baby I’m worth it by fifth harmony hits as they pose in the center of the ring arrogantly. As, they climb out of the ring in a smug fashion taunting the fans, and making their way up the ramp.
MATCH FOUR: ROUND ONE
Rhett Adelson vs Kurt Newman
Rhett Adelson vs Kurt Newman
| RECAP The two go for a tie up instantly and begin to struggle against each other for a bit. They continue to stalemate until Kurt pushes Rhett off him. They look at each other for a moment, before circling the ring and going for it again. This time Rhett gets in a headlock, and brings him to his knees. Kurt fights against it with right hands, fights to his feet, and pushes Rhett off him again. This time Adelson is sent towards the ropes, and bounds back, both trying to hit the other with a shoulder block. The force causes the two to bounce off each other, but stay on their feet. Again, they stand across, looking at each other for a few seconds. Adelson grabs hold of Newman's arm, giving him an arg drag down to the canvas. He tries to apply pressure to the arm on the ground, but Kurt rolls through, hitting a SMACK of a dropkick to Adelson. Rhett is backed up into the turnbuckle and Newman runs for him. Thinking fast, Rhett flips to the other side of the apron, causing Newman to hit the turnbuckle. Rhett grabs hold of Newman's face, dropping to the ground and bouncing Kurt's face off the ropes. He slides back into the ring, giving Kurt a snapmare, followed by a quick kick to Kurt's back. Rhett waits a few seconds, before he guns for the ropes again, but when he bounds back, Kurt jumps to his feet, taking Adelson down with a forearm. They both battle to their feet, when Newman takes Rhett back down to the canvas with a snap suplex. He bounces off the ropes and hits a running legdrop, hooking the leg but Rhett kicks out. They both get to their feet back the same time, going for right hands, but together, they both duck under. Once on the opposite side, they both leap into the air and hit a double pele kick! Of course, both really simply connecting with each other's feet and falling to the canvas. They take a few moments getting to their feet, Newman backing Rhett up into the corner yet again. They battle through right hands before Kurt uses the corner as leverage to pick Adelson up into a backbreaker position. He walks across half the ring, and slams Rhett across his knee, holding him there. Rhett elbows Kurt, kipping off of Kurt's knee and over his shoulder. Adelson grabs hold of Kurt's head, locking him into a bit of a dragon sleeper for a few seconds. He knows he can't keep hold of it though. Rhett throws his leg out for momentum, and slams Newman to the canvas with a rocking reverse DDT that seems to flatten Kurt. Adelson hooks the leg but only gets a two count. They battle up to their feet through right hands. Adelson gets Kurt into another headlock for the time being, trying to bide his time and think of his next move. He gets an idea, whipping Kurt to the corner. He rushes after him but Kurt uses the ropes to flip over Rhett, allowing Adelson to end up in the corner instead. Rhett turns around to a big CHOP into the corner, keeping him there. Kurt lifts him up to the top turnbuckle, before walking up to the second rope. Adelson pushes him off, and Newman lands on his back on the canvas. Rhett climbs to the top rope, more than likely trying for his variation of the frog splash, but he doesn't get that far. Newman is on his feet, and he runs up the turnbuckle, catching Rhett around the waist quickly and together they fall to the mat with a SUPER belly-to-belly slam. The crowd is on their feet, when Kurt slings his arm over Rhett. One...twoooo...kickout! Newman uses the ropes to get to his feet after several seconds, Rhett still struggling. Pulling out an imaginary grenade, Newman places it on Rhett's chest. Running off the ropes, Kurt bounds back into a double stomp right where he left the imaginary grenade, in a sequence he calls GRENADE! that gets the crowd on their feet. The move keeps Adelson down that much longer, as Kurt steps back against the other side of the ring, and the referee checks on Rhett. Unbeknownst to the referee, and Rhett Adelson alike, Hayden Lazarus has made his way down to ringside. In fact, he stands at the same side Kurt has backed up into. As Kurt and the referee both of their eyes on Rhett getting to his feet, Hayden jumps onto the apron, a steel chain wrapped around his fist, and blasts Kurt right in the back of the head. Hayden immediately jumps off the apron, as Kurt clutches the back of his head, stumbling forward. It's all just in time for Rhett to get to his feet, and blast Kurt in the face with an Explosion (running single leg front dropkick). Still unaware of Lazarus' interference, Adelson hooks the leg for a three count. WINNER Rhett Adelson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:20 FINISHING MOVE Explosion (Running single leg front dropkick) POST-MATCH The referee calls for the bell, and Rhett Adelson has his hand raised in the middle of the ring. He's moving on in the North Pacific Championship tournament. He knows he needs to get ready for his next opponent, and thus exits the ring, just as Hayden Lazarus re-enters the ring. He still has that chain wrapped around his fist, and uses it to strike Kurt in the face three more times. Lastly, he picks him up, hitting Kurt with a Hail Hayden (Spinning Double Underhook Facebuster). Hayden gets up, exits the ring and walks out without an explanation, or a second look. |
BACKSTAGE
Cutting backstage, the camera gets a glimpse of LEGATO making his way throughout the area. He busily wraps his wrists in black tape, preoccupied with the motion. He looks zeroed in and ready for the tournament throughout the night. Some people move out of his way, feeling the intensity radiate off him, despite his overall quiet demeanor. Yet, as he rounds the corner, there is a noise, alongside some awkward laughter—followed by more bombastic cackling. It reaches its highest point as LEGATO runs into the back of Reece Killswitch.
Reece stumbles forward into the small group of women, stagehands, and makeup artists, all dressed impeccably for the night. LEGATO doesn’t seem exactly disturbed by the collision, merely regaining his balance. He spots that it messed up his wrist tape, and he goes back to trying to fix it. He looks up to the girls, giving them a quick nod of apology before trying to continue forward.
Reece Killswitch: WOAH! Aye! El Gato Dude! You blind bro? Or Stupid. I know you see me standing here talking to these Gorgeous Ladies. The Reece Man was chattin' em up, Giving them my secrets for this chiseled bod. And then you come through with your bland style and weird looking beard and bump into us? I think you need to turn around, walk back over, and apologize for messing up my mojo…
Reece turns to the ladies and winks at them, laughing, as he points his thumb over to LEGATO and rolls his eyes.
Reece Killswitch: Sorry babes. Some of the guys still don't know their place around here. Ain't that right, Del Got Toad? Tell these sexy mamas that you're just an idiot or something, I don't care. As long as you apologize for depriving them of The Reece Man.
From there, a moment of silence falls on the two. The women shuffle closer together, feeling the tension in the space. If they could walk away, they would, but they choose better than to do so. LEGATO, who has taken a few steps away from Reece, stops his movement. From the camera angle, his face contorts with confusion, but his back is turned to the exuberant playboy. He only sighs in response to Reece, more so just putting his exasperation in the air. He then continues down the corridor away from the women and Reece, actively ignoring any confrontation with him.
Killswitch furrows his eyebrows and takes a moment to look at the women behind him. They seem to be impressed with LEGATO’s handling of the situation. They start whispering amongst themselves, Leaving Reece feeling embarrassed and slightly annoyed. He chases after LEGATO clearly wanting to anger the other man.
Reece Killswitch: Bro. I know you hear me. You better not walk away from me. I'm Reece Killswitch. Show some respect to me and these girls RIGHT NOW! I'm not just some loser you can blow off. I'm a star. And you better treat me like one.
The more he is ignored, The angrier, the highflier gets. Taking the level of confrontation from anger to disrespect, Reece begins to fling expletives to LEGATO, hoping to push enough of the man’s buttons to cause him to flip out. When this doesn't happen, Reece runs up closer behind the man and shoves him from behind, sending him into a group of backstage hands, knocking their belongings all over the floor.
The stagehands managed to get out of the way, for the most part, not getting hurt. However, LEGATO did have to catch his balance after the shove. LEGATO stands up, firstly helping a stagehand that he made direct contact with to his feet. This time, he does turn to Reece for a moment, staring him down from where he stood. Once more, without much malice radiating, he goes to help some of the stagehands with gathering their belongings, instead of dealing with Killswitch. He did not give into what Killswitch wanted, merely giving him a stern look of...disappointment. Once they proclaim that they’re fine, LEGATO nods to them and begins to move away, but he reaches his locker room before long. Reece stops outside of the locker room, not wanting to go inside for “Sanitation Reasons”. The arrogant upstart is now fuming at being ignored and punches the door, before turning around to continue flirting with his congregation of women. However, When he returns they are all missing, leaving an angry Reece standing alone, shouting profanities in the hallway alone.
Reece Killswitch: That loser is going to pay for costing me those babes…
Cutting backstage, the camera gets a glimpse of LEGATO making his way throughout the area. He busily wraps his wrists in black tape, preoccupied with the motion. He looks zeroed in and ready for the tournament throughout the night. Some people move out of his way, feeling the intensity radiate off him, despite his overall quiet demeanor. Yet, as he rounds the corner, there is a noise, alongside some awkward laughter—followed by more bombastic cackling. It reaches its highest point as LEGATO runs into the back of Reece Killswitch.
Reece stumbles forward into the small group of women, stagehands, and makeup artists, all dressed impeccably for the night. LEGATO doesn’t seem exactly disturbed by the collision, merely regaining his balance. He spots that it messed up his wrist tape, and he goes back to trying to fix it. He looks up to the girls, giving them a quick nod of apology before trying to continue forward.
Reece Killswitch: WOAH! Aye! El Gato Dude! You blind bro? Or Stupid. I know you see me standing here talking to these Gorgeous Ladies. The Reece Man was chattin' em up, Giving them my secrets for this chiseled bod. And then you come through with your bland style and weird looking beard and bump into us? I think you need to turn around, walk back over, and apologize for messing up my mojo…
Reece turns to the ladies and winks at them, laughing, as he points his thumb over to LEGATO and rolls his eyes.
Reece Killswitch: Sorry babes. Some of the guys still don't know their place around here. Ain't that right, Del Got Toad? Tell these sexy mamas that you're just an idiot or something, I don't care. As long as you apologize for depriving them of The Reece Man.
From there, a moment of silence falls on the two. The women shuffle closer together, feeling the tension in the space. If they could walk away, they would, but they choose better than to do so. LEGATO, who has taken a few steps away from Reece, stops his movement. From the camera angle, his face contorts with confusion, but his back is turned to the exuberant playboy. He only sighs in response to Reece, more so just putting his exasperation in the air. He then continues down the corridor away from the women and Reece, actively ignoring any confrontation with him.
Killswitch furrows his eyebrows and takes a moment to look at the women behind him. They seem to be impressed with LEGATO’s handling of the situation. They start whispering amongst themselves, Leaving Reece feeling embarrassed and slightly annoyed. He chases after LEGATO clearly wanting to anger the other man.
Reece Killswitch: Bro. I know you hear me. You better not walk away from me. I'm Reece Killswitch. Show some respect to me and these girls RIGHT NOW! I'm not just some loser you can blow off. I'm a star. And you better treat me like one.
The more he is ignored, The angrier, the highflier gets. Taking the level of confrontation from anger to disrespect, Reece begins to fling expletives to LEGATO, hoping to push enough of the man’s buttons to cause him to flip out. When this doesn't happen, Reece runs up closer behind the man and shoves him from behind, sending him into a group of backstage hands, knocking their belongings all over the floor.
The stagehands managed to get out of the way, for the most part, not getting hurt. However, LEGATO did have to catch his balance after the shove. LEGATO stands up, firstly helping a stagehand that he made direct contact with to his feet. This time, he does turn to Reece for a moment, staring him down from where he stood. Once more, without much malice radiating, he goes to help some of the stagehands with gathering their belongings, instead of dealing with Killswitch. He did not give into what Killswitch wanted, merely giving him a stern look of...disappointment. Once they proclaim that they’re fine, LEGATO nods to them and begins to move away, but he reaches his locker room before long. Reece stops outside of the locker room, not wanting to go inside for “Sanitation Reasons”. The arrogant upstart is now fuming at being ignored and punches the door, before turning around to continue flirting with his congregation of women. However, When he returns they are all missing, leaving an angry Reece standing alone, shouting profanities in the hallway alone.
Reece Killswitch: That loser is going to pay for costing me those babes…
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts, quite suddenly, to a logo. A stylized B appears and hangs for a few moments, before shifting slightly. The word “Go” slides up in smaller font above it, while “eyond” slides out beside the B, and viewers are greeted with the full message.
From the logo it then fades into a scene somewhere inside of Washington Hall. A long table is set up in the middle of this room, with said table covered in various kinds of hardcore match weapons, seemingly something for everyone on display. And behind that table stand two people. One, standing slightly off to the side, is a large caucasian man. He doesn’t seem to be enthused, simply looking forward with a bored expression. And standing directly behind the table is a young Japanese woman, dressed in a hoodie with that same stylized B on the breast, with a scarf wrapped around her neck despite it being summer. There is a massive grin on her face as she enthusiastically waves to the camera.
Woman: Hello and welcome to a wonderful night of firsts! Not only the first North Pacific Pro show, featuring the crowning of the first North Pacific Pro champion, but also to the first time we’re meeting!
She gives a tiny salute.
Woman: My name is Mint Julep Ayano, and my friend next to me is Operative Beta. We represent the Beyond Corporation, a company that makes many things that I think would be of interest to those watching tonight, and those performing too. And while I would love to just stand here and just list product after product, that can wait. Tonight! I’d like to focus on one thing in particular. While the show is almost entirely focused on the tournament to crown that first North Pacific Champion, there is one match that isn’t connected. A battle royal for the rest of the roster that did not end up in that title tournament with such a fascinating twist to it.
She gestures behind herself, where a projector kicks on and flashes onto the wall the description of the match in question.
"BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON" BATTLE ROYAL.
Mint Julep Ayano: That is quite the match, yes? Your standard battle royal suddenly supercharged by everyone bringing a weapon to the ring! Chaos, anarchy, violence, it’ll be quite a sight! But, there’s just one problem…
She puts on a sad expression.
Mint Julep Ayano: What if someone in the match can’t decide on a weapon? What if they don’t have something picked out yet that speaks to them? That would be such a shame, yes? Well…
That sad expression turns suddenly into a grin.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s what the Beyond Corporation is here to help with!
She throws her arms out to indicate the table of weapons in front of her.
Mint Julep Ayano: If you’re one of those in the battle royal tonight and you don’t have a weapon picked out, come by the Beyond Corporation merchandise table! There we’ll have a whole plethora of the finest made equipment for that match tonight, and at prices that will knock your socks off almost as hard as you’ll knock your opponent’s off with what you get! Like these!
She gestures a bit to the side of her on the table, where two classic kendo sticks lay, both emblazoned with the B of the Beyond Corporation on the hilt.
Mint Julep Ayano: Kendo sticks! And I mean both of these, because you won’t believe the deal we’ve got for you on these: buy one kendo stick, get one free!!
She claps her hands together like this is the most amazing thing heard by a human ear.
Mint Julep Ayano: Just think, one of the most effective weapons in wrestling, but you can have TWO! Be the talk of the town and the love of every gif maker on Twitter when you come out swinging two of these boys!
She looks to Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: 0B, show them how cool they could look!
Beta just stares at her for a moment, Mint repeatedly moving her head to indicate the table. Beta rolls his eyes but does reach over and pick up the two kendo sticks. He looks to the camera and briefly twirls them both around in his hands before shifting down into a ready position, one stick pointing forward to challenge with the other held back ready to strike. Mint applauds.
Mint Julep Ayano: So cool, yes? Just think, this could be you, and for such a low price!
She steps to the side, picking up a few items to show off to the camera. A frying pan, packs of light tubes, and what is clearly a stop sign merely spray-painted with the Beyond Corporation logo are among what she hefts up. Eventually she stops and steps back to where she started.
Mint Julep Ayano: And that’s just a few things! Please, come by our table and see everything! I’m certain you can find something that speaks to your soul, yes? And that’s not all the Beyond Corporation is offering, no sir no sir! I haven’t even mentioned the most impressive thing from us that’s here in this room.
She reachs down and repeatedly raps her knuckles on the edge of the tables, giving a quick drum roll before she throws her arms out to her right side, indicating the man standing next to her.
Mint Julep Ayano: Because that’s Operative Beta!!
She steps over to him, grin on her face.
Mint Julep Ayano: The finest the Beyond Corporation has to offer in a worker, the one that reaches the role of Operative is the one the company turns to for all it’s toughest work! 0B is new to wrestling, this is so very true, but he’s fought and experienced things you could never imagine, he’s seen action day in and day out. He’s a fighter through and through, his training is Beyond impeccable. This may be the start of his in-ring career but trust me when I say he is as prepared as a human being can be for what’s to come. Like that battle royal!
She pauses a moment.
Mint Julep Ayano: Actually, honestly, I never looked into if he’s in it or not. I’m just kind of assuming here…I was busy getting all the stuff to sell tonight...
Beta sighs deeply. Mint frowns for a moment...and then just presses on.
Mint Julep Ayano: But, if he is, then you can expect him to be ready! Because as a representative of the Beyond Corporation, he’s prepared for a match that asks you to bring your own weapon. With all these items the company has prepared, he must have something perfect for him prepared, yes? Because you know what you can’t spell Beta without?
A grin creeps back onto her face, as Beta seems to prepare for what was coming.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...Bat.
Beta sighs, but hefts up a bat for the camera to see. Emblazoned with that large “B”, Beta casually lays it against his shoulder.
Mint Julep Ayano: This Beyond Corporation bat is made with only the finest wood, made perfectly for both balls and bodies, whichever your needs may be, this can fulfill them! Perfect for 0B’s strength, those in this battle royal would hate to be hit with this! But that is a fairly inevitable occurrence, yes?
And then the grin on her face kind of fades off, replaced with a sincere seeming smile.
Mint Julep Ayano: Also, just to say...we’re really happy to be here. It’s a big opportunity for everyone involved. Me and 0B, we’re excited to be at the ground floor for NPP, being able to help it grow, and for a chance being taken on us. We are unknowns, so we can only hope to repay this in kind. We will do our best, to give everyone watching the best performances they could hope for.
A small pause, as that grin plays across her face once more.
Mint Julep Ayano: AND give them the best deals, of course.
Beta rolls his eyes at her being unable to stop herself from adding that in, while Mint just bows her head, her thanks seemingly quite sincere regardless. At this it starts to fade away, with one last title card appearing for a few moments.
And after that, the video ends.
The camera cuts, quite suddenly, to a logo. A stylized B appears and hangs for a few moments, before shifting slightly. The word “Go” slides up in smaller font above it, while “eyond” slides out beside the B, and viewers are greeted with the full message.
“Go Beyond”
From the logo it then fades into a scene somewhere inside of Washington Hall. A long table is set up in the middle of this room, with said table covered in various kinds of hardcore match weapons, seemingly something for everyone on display. And behind that table stand two people. One, standing slightly off to the side, is a large caucasian man. He doesn’t seem to be enthused, simply looking forward with a bored expression. And standing directly behind the table is a young Japanese woman, dressed in a hoodie with that same stylized B on the breast, with a scarf wrapped around her neck despite it being summer. There is a massive grin on her face as she enthusiastically waves to the camera.
Woman: Hello and welcome to a wonderful night of firsts! Not only the first North Pacific Pro show, featuring the crowning of the first North Pacific Pro champion, but also to the first time we’re meeting!
She gives a tiny salute.
Woman: My name is Mint Julep Ayano, and my friend next to me is Operative Beta. We represent the Beyond Corporation, a company that makes many things that I think would be of interest to those watching tonight, and those performing too. And while I would love to just stand here and just list product after product, that can wait. Tonight! I’d like to focus on one thing in particular. While the show is almost entirely focused on the tournament to crown that first North Pacific Champion, there is one match that isn’t connected. A battle royal for the rest of the roster that did not end up in that title tournament with such a fascinating twist to it.
She gestures behind herself, where a projector kicks on and flashes onto the wall the description of the match in question.
"BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON" BATTLE ROYAL.
Mint Julep Ayano: That is quite the match, yes? Your standard battle royal suddenly supercharged by everyone bringing a weapon to the ring! Chaos, anarchy, violence, it’ll be quite a sight! But, there’s just one problem…
She puts on a sad expression.
Mint Julep Ayano: What if someone in the match can’t decide on a weapon? What if they don’t have something picked out yet that speaks to them? That would be such a shame, yes? Well…
That sad expression turns suddenly into a grin.
Mint Julep Ayano: That’s what the Beyond Corporation is here to help with!
She throws her arms out to indicate the table of weapons in front of her.
Mint Julep Ayano: If you’re one of those in the battle royal tonight and you don’t have a weapon picked out, come by the Beyond Corporation merchandise table! There we’ll have a whole plethora of the finest made equipment for that match tonight, and at prices that will knock your socks off almost as hard as you’ll knock your opponent’s off with what you get! Like these!
She gestures a bit to the side of her on the table, where two classic kendo sticks lay, both emblazoned with the B of the Beyond Corporation on the hilt.
Mint Julep Ayano: Kendo sticks! And I mean both of these, because you won’t believe the deal we’ve got for you on these: buy one kendo stick, get one free!!
She claps her hands together like this is the most amazing thing heard by a human ear.
Mint Julep Ayano: Just think, one of the most effective weapons in wrestling, but you can have TWO! Be the talk of the town and the love of every gif maker on Twitter when you come out swinging two of these boys!
She looks to Beta.
Mint Julep Ayano: 0B, show them how cool they could look!
Beta just stares at her for a moment, Mint repeatedly moving her head to indicate the table. Beta rolls his eyes but does reach over and pick up the two kendo sticks. He looks to the camera and briefly twirls them both around in his hands before shifting down into a ready position, one stick pointing forward to challenge with the other held back ready to strike. Mint applauds.
Mint Julep Ayano: So cool, yes? Just think, this could be you, and for such a low price!
She steps to the side, picking up a few items to show off to the camera. A frying pan, packs of light tubes, and what is clearly a stop sign merely spray-painted with the Beyond Corporation logo are among what she hefts up. Eventually she stops and steps back to where she started.
Mint Julep Ayano: And that’s just a few things! Please, come by our table and see everything! I’m certain you can find something that speaks to your soul, yes? And that’s not all the Beyond Corporation is offering, no sir no sir! I haven’t even mentioned the most impressive thing from us that’s here in this room.
She reachs down and repeatedly raps her knuckles on the edge of the tables, giving a quick drum roll before she throws her arms out to her right side, indicating the man standing next to her.
Mint Julep Ayano: Because that’s Operative Beta!!
She steps over to him, grin on her face.
Mint Julep Ayano: The finest the Beyond Corporation has to offer in a worker, the one that reaches the role of Operative is the one the company turns to for all it’s toughest work! 0B is new to wrestling, this is so very true, but he’s fought and experienced things you could never imagine, he’s seen action day in and day out. He’s a fighter through and through, his training is Beyond impeccable. This may be the start of his in-ring career but trust me when I say he is as prepared as a human being can be for what’s to come. Like that battle royal!
She pauses a moment.
Mint Julep Ayano: Actually, honestly, I never looked into if he’s in it or not. I’m just kind of assuming here…I was busy getting all the stuff to sell tonight...
Beta sighs deeply. Mint frowns for a moment...and then just presses on.
Mint Julep Ayano: But, if he is, then you can expect him to be ready! Because as a representative of the Beyond Corporation, he’s prepared for a match that asks you to bring your own weapon. With all these items the company has prepared, he must have something perfect for him prepared, yes? Because you know what you can’t spell Beta without?
A grin creeps back onto her face, as Beta seems to prepare for what was coming.
Mint Julep Ayano: ...Bat.
Beta sighs, but hefts up a bat for the camera to see. Emblazoned with that large “B”, Beta casually lays it against his shoulder.
Mint Julep Ayano: This Beyond Corporation bat is made with only the finest wood, made perfectly for both balls and bodies, whichever your needs may be, this can fulfill them! Perfect for 0B’s strength, those in this battle royal would hate to be hit with this! But that is a fairly inevitable occurrence, yes?
And then the grin on her face kind of fades off, replaced with a sincere seeming smile.
Mint Julep Ayano: Also, just to say...we’re really happy to be here. It’s a big opportunity for everyone involved. Me and 0B, we’re excited to be at the ground floor for NPP, being able to help it grow, and for a chance being taken on us. We are unknowns, so we can only hope to repay this in kind. We will do our best, to give everyone watching the best performances they could hope for.
A small pause, as that grin plays across her face once more.
Mint Julep Ayano: AND give them the best deals, of course.
Beta rolls his eyes at her being unable to stop herself from adding that in, while Mint just bows her head, her thanks seemingly quite sincere regardless. At this it starts to fade away, with one last title card appearing for a few moments.
“The preceding was a paid advertisement by the Beyond Corporation.”
And after that, the video ends.
BACKSTAGE
Seated on one of the stair wells leading to the upstairs balcony of Washington Hall is North Pacific Pro’s very own Caim McCallaghan, his feet propped up on the steps just two down from where he sits and his elbows resting on his knees. Seated behind him is his ever present girlfriend, Lila DeVeillers, who sits with her back against the wall, her arm leather jacket-laden draped over his shoulder. Her eyes are focused on everywhere else, while his are focused ahead.
MCCALLAGHAN: “Twelve people, twelve wrestlers enter that ring tonight, with a chance to prove to the rest of the roster why they belong here. For whatever reason, the powers that be thought that we were not the ones to carry the mantle of the brand, to be the face of North Pacific Pro. So what do they do? They lump us all into a match where it is anyone’s ballgame, anyone’s chance to succeed. And to make the deal sweeter . . . they allow us to destroy each other with the chance of weapons.”
A slight smile slips up to the side of McCallaghan’s mouth, and he lifts his fingers to his mouth, covering it slightly with them.
MCCALLAGHAN: “Any weapon. They made that clear.”
He turns his head, looking up at Lila, who grins quite devilishly herself, before looking back at the camera.
MCCALLAGHAN: “When you think about who is in this match, it’s the war of experience versus inexperience. It’s virtually anyone’s opportunity. Of course, you’ve got your competitors who have spades and spades of experience, and then you have those like me, who are entering their very first time in the squared circle. You would expect someone of experience to push ahead of others -- all of us would. However...tonight gives me an opportunity to push ahead of the compeititon, to really sit down and show everyone that the person with the least amount of training, the least amount of skill . . . can win the whole damn thing.”
He grins, leaning back slightly and cocking his head to the side.
MCCALLAGHAN: “Now, I’m not so facetious to say that this will be easy. But I will tell you here and now that you will remember the name of Caim McCallaghan by the time this is through, whether I win or not. I will be standing at the end of this, whether it is as the winner or the loser, and I will make sure you understand that Infamy is not just a place for those who wrestle with technical skill. It is for those of us who would rather spill the blood of others just because we can. And tonight? It is the only option if you want to succeed. You will see nothing less from me. So bring your weapons and your gumption . . . there’s only one ending, and it’s you lying on the outside of the ring, eliminated. End of story.”
Seated on one of the stair wells leading to the upstairs balcony of Washington Hall is North Pacific Pro’s very own Caim McCallaghan, his feet propped up on the steps just two down from where he sits and his elbows resting on his knees. Seated behind him is his ever present girlfriend, Lila DeVeillers, who sits with her back against the wall, her arm leather jacket-laden draped over his shoulder. Her eyes are focused on everywhere else, while his are focused ahead.
MCCALLAGHAN: “Twelve people, twelve wrestlers enter that ring tonight, with a chance to prove to the rest of the roster why they belong here. For whatever reason, the powers that be thought that we were not the ones to carry the mantle of the brand, to be the face of North Pacific Pro. So what do they do? They lump us all into a match where it is anyone’s ballgame, anyone’s chance to succeed. And to make the deal sweeter . . . they allow us to destroy each other with the chance of weapons.”
A slight smile slips up to the side of McCallaghan’s mouth, and he lifts his fingers to his mouth, covering it slightly with them.
MCCALLAGHAN: “Any weapon. They made that clear.”
He turns his head, looking up at Lila, who grins quite devilishly herself, before looking back at the camera.
MCCALLAGHAN: “When you think about who is in this match, it’s the war of experience versus inexperience. It’s virtually anyone’s opportunity. Of course, you’ve got your competitors who have spades and spades of experience, and then you have those like me, who are entering their very first time in the squared circle. You would expect someone of experience to push ahead of others -- all of us would. However...tonight gives me an opportunity to push ahead of the compeititon, to really sit down and show everyone that the person with the least amount of training, the least amount of skill . . . can win the whole damn thing.”
He grins, leaning back slightly and cocking his head to the side.
MCCALLAGHAN: “Now, I’m not so facetious to say that this will be easy. But I will tell you here and now that you will remember the name of Caim McCallaghan by the time this is through, whether I win or not. I will be standing at the end of this, whether it is as the winner or the loser, and I will make sure you understand that Infamy is not just a place for those who wrestle with technical skill. It is for those of us who would rather spill the blood of others just because we can. And tonight? It is the only option if you want to succeed. You will see nothing less from me. So bring your weapons and your gumption . . . there’s only one ending, and it’s you lying on the outside of the ring, eliminated. End of story.”
MATCH FIVE: ROUND TWO
Sophia Pike Vs LEGATO
Sophia Pike Vs LEGATO
| RECAP The two look at each other across the ring as the bell rings and are very hesitant. They inch towards each other, circling around, neither wanting to take a wrong step. They tie up and Sophia pushes LEGATO into the corner, using the momentum to keep him pushed against the turnbuckle, although they remain in the tie up position. The referee starts a count against them and demands they separate. They do, and it starts again. Albeit, this time a bit faster, they circle each other and tie up again. This time it's LEGATO who gains momentum, pushing Sophia into the corner, though they remained entangled. Again, the referee starts a count, before demanding they separate yet again. It's easy to see at this point that the intensity between them is matched, and the bigger problem in this bout is going to be the referee. They tie up again, this time transitioning between positions and can't seem to get a grasp on one another. They shift back and forth a few times actually, before LEGATO ends up behind Sophia. Pike shifts her wait, taking him down with a hip toss. Another fast tie up, this time Sophia ends up behind LEGATO, and he backs her up into the corner. He uses multiple elbows to knock her down into the corner. He uses his boot to choke her against the post for a moment, before the referee taps him away. Sophia didn't particularly appreciate it, and rushes out of the corner, sweeping LEGATO's legs. As he's getting up, she jumps on his back and scissors her legs around, locking in a dragon sleeper. LEGATO falls backwards onto Sophia, but she holds it. They're too close to the ropes though, and LEGATO reaches the bottom rope in a few seconds. They get to their feet, and Sophia rushes him again. LEGATO sees it, lifting her up and dropping her into the turnbuckle. Sophia slides out of the ring for a moment, feeling her face and making sure she's okay. Her eyes flare as she slides back in, to multiple kicks and stomps from LEGATO. She fights to her feet, clutching LEGATO from behind and hitting an amazing looking german suplex. She gets LEGATO to his feet, chopping his chest, followed by another but LEGATO catches her hand, twisting it to switch her positions. He pushes her off the ropes, and slingshots into a snap suplex. LEGATO grabs her into a headlock position, but Sophia drives her elbow into his gut. He lets go and she drops him with a hammerlock DDT. Once on her feet, she drives her knee into his side with a standing knee drop. She helps LEGATO to his feet, but he fights back, pushing off of her. LEGATO ripcords her back, and goes for an open slap, his mockery of ripcord moves. Sophia sees it coming though, and takes his arm, getting him to the ground with an arm drag. But she keeps hold of his arm, going for the Space Needle (Seated Fujiwara Armbar). LEGATO fights against it. Although she has his arm, she can't get him over, so she clasps her legs around his arm, taking it completely and applying an armtrap armbar instead. She's got it locked in expertly, applying mass amounts of pressure. LEGATO fights against it still, getting up onto his feet, but Sophia stays locked in. There's only one thing left he can do, sacrifice the arm. LEGATO rolls over, applying more pressure to himself, but pinning Sophia's shoulders to the canvas in a rollup position. He yells out, but the referee drops to the mat. One...two...three! LEGATO is half a second away from tapping, but the three comes just before. Sophia keeps the armbar locked in, not even fully realizing what's just happened, before the referee pulls her off and raises the hand of LEGATO. He holds his arm in pain, sliding out of the ring. Sophia looks back at him, incredibly enraged at what's just transpired. LEGATO doesn't seem to care one way or another. Was it a complete knockout? No, but he didn't cheat either. He'd beaten Sophia Pike, was moving on, and that's all he cared about. WINNER LEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:03 FINISHING MOVE Rollup, through an armbar. |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, after Lexie had an unexpected guest to her locker room and she repacked her bag up, she comes out of her locker room and gets crosses her arms while she walks. The two staff members wisely move out of the way nor comment on her ring gear now on.
: Someone looks pissed.
A deep laugh came from out of view, followed by the arrival of Hayden Lazarus, who now stood in Lexie’s way.
Hayden: Why the fury?
Lexie: Why the inquisition?
She looks up at Hayden in her way.
Hayden: Personal amusement.
He cracks a smirk, solely with instigative intention.
Hayden: I can understand why you would be mad. I mean, with talent like me around, it'll make the climb that much more difficult. Your claws are sharp, but now you have to cut right.
Lexie: You’ll make it difficult in that savage battle royal, but I’m in the tournament for the title. You’re not in my way whatsoever in terms of being the first NPP North Pacific Champion. But, you know, go crazy in the battle royal.
She shrugs, with a soft pout forming, waiting to get past. Hayden waves it off.
Hayden: Oh, I plan on having fun, staking my claim. But think about the bigger picture. You in the title tournament, me on the hunt after I finish with everyone in the battle royal and begin picking off everyone put in front of me to get that title. Just because we travel on two different roads now, doesn't mean the merger is too far away.
Lexie: So you’re saying you want to be my first challenger when I’m champion come curtain call?
She sort of steps up to him, narrowing her eyes towards him. Hayden stands firm, eyes locking in on hers in return.
Hayden: I'm not asking, or expressing a want, I'm letting you know that I will be.
Lexie: Well then. Try and impress me out there.
She says with another step forward.
Lexie: Because I don’t like to wrestle chumps. Actual talent si vous plait.
Hayden laughs, looking around them.
Hayden: I don't see any, and there won't be any. What you see… is real talent. I'm not like these other people who look fresh out of high school. I'm battle tested, and it takes wars to challenge me.
Lexie gives a little smirk.
Lexie: When I’m champion, YOU challenge MOI.
She says shrugging her shoulders, almost as if she’s getting ready for the weight of the title.
Lexie: Do you need anything else?
Hayden thinks for a moment, scratching his temple in a mocking way.
Hayden: I don't believe so. Just… don't fail out there, okay? I want to see some walk with your talk.
Hayden steps aside and gives Lexie the way so she can walk. She glances off to him walking and then closes her eyes, breathing sharply to compose herself and carries on her usual business.
BACKSTAGE
The camera turn their attention to the backstage area of Washington Hall. It’s been an electric first night for NPP thus far, and the crowd was confirming this with their intensity tonight.
Speaking of intensity, the cameras capture the sight of a homegrown talent in Page Killebrew. He has “The Big One” resting over his shoulder as he breathes deeply. He’s mentally preparing himself for the battle royal that was to come later tonight. His focus is broken as he catches view of the camera being fixed on him.
He aligns his body right up with the camera frame before he saunters up slowly to it. Despite the unknowable nature of big multiman matches like the battle royal, his face exudes a confident swagger as he approaches.
“Trying to get my pre-match statement?”, he says as he falls just a few feet short of the filming camera. “A lot of people, they come in making guarantees. They make big promises about how they’ll be the first champion - How they’ll revolutionize the industry - They’ll do this and do that yadayada yeet.”
He stops speaking for a moment, as he slowly slings his pledge paddle off of his shoulder. He looks down on it with a proud smile before returning the cameras gaze.
“A year and a half ago I made a promise. A promise that these Greek letters on this paddle right here, that I’d represent what they stood for with pride, with honor, and with dignity.
I’ve worked my ass off just to get my foot in the door. My brothers have always had my back, knowing damn well how badly I want this. They pushed me to be a better me. And now it’s my turn to return on that investment... By showing the world what a Kappa Beta Rho Man is capable of.
And exactly what this KBrho can do you’re gonna see firsthand in tonight’s battle royal. You’re going to see me scrap and claw and fight my way through... You’re going to see me take punishment but still keep pushing through because a man like me... A KBrho like me... We scratch words like quit and surrender from our dictionaries.
Tonight I won’t quit Seattle. I won’t stop. I’m putting the city on my back.”
He lifts the big one straight at the camera.
“And I’m putting the best hits, right here on the pledge stick! Believe it Bro!”
He lightly nudges the camera screen with the end of the wooden paddle, pushing it away and to the side as he strutted right past it. Heading towards gorilla.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson, who’s covered in sweat from his previous match with Kurt Newman. He’s sipping from a water bottle when he glances over at the camera and smiles.
Rhett Adelson: So, are you all surprised? Because you shouldn’t be. I did what I said I was going to do and I went out there and I beat Kurt Newman and in my opinion? I’ve had the toughest match so far because I had to go up against the most experienced wrestler in North Pacific Pro and quite possibly, all of GWA. Despite Kurt having done anything you can think of in this sport, I still took him down and showed that I’m ready for anything that is thrown at me in this tournament. The fact is, I want to be the North Pacific Champion more than anyone else on this roster.
He nods confidently before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson: Next up I fight someone that I’ve beaten a couple of times already, when I go head to head with Lexie, who got lucky over Kingsley with a roll up.
Rhett chuckles and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: Lexie here thinks that she is fighting the same Rhett that she met in the ring over in Sixth City Pro. While I beat her a couple of times over there, it did take some underhanded tactics, I’ll admit it. The thing is? I wasn’t myself back then and I was just floating along. My focus was gone, my drive was gone and somewhere along the line? I lost who I was. But I’ve repaired that and I’m back to being the old me, the Rhett Adelson who gets in that ring, tears shit up and gets the win the right way. Just like I did against Kurt earlier tonight.
Rhett pauses for a moment before stepping closer to the camera and his eyes
Rhett Adelson: Lexie, when you lose to me tonight? You no longer have any excuses. Because the fact of the matter is, you’ve had an easier path than I have. Your match was before mine, so you’ll be getting more rest and your win? It was by a fluke. You didn’t work for it but guess what? You’re going to have to work against me, you’re going to have to give every bit of energy you have to try and get past me and the fact of the matter is, you just won’t be able to. I’m bigger, I’m faster and most of all? I’m smarter than you. Needless to say? Your time in this tournament ends here at the semi-finals and I’m going to take your face off with the Explosion. Got it?
He leans toward the camera and smirks.
Rhett Adelson: Good. See you out there.
He nods before walking off and the scene cuts away.
Backstage, after Lexie had an unexpected guest to her locker room and she repacked her bag up, she comes out of her locker room and gets crosses her arms while she walks. The two staff members wisely move out of the way nor comment on her ring gear now on.
: Someone looks pissed.A deep laugh came from out of view, followed by the arrival of Hayden Lazarus, who now stood in Lexie’s way.
Hayden: Why the fury?
Lexie: Why the inquisition?
She looks up at Hayden in her way.
Hayden: Personal amusement.
He cracks a smirk, solely with instigative intention.
Hayden: I can understand why you would be mad. I mean, with talent like me around, it'll make the climb that much more difficult. Your claws are sharp, but now you have to cut right.
Lexie: You’ll make it difficult in that savage battle royal, but I’m in the tournament for the title. You’re not in my way whatsoever in terms of being the first NPP North Pacific Champion. But, you know, go crazy in the battle royal.
She shrugs, with a soft pout forming, waiting to get past. Hayden waves it off.
Hayden: Oh, I plan on having fun, staking my claim. But think about the bigger picture. You in the title tournament, me on the hunt after I finish with everyone in the battle royal and begin picking off everyone put in front of me to get that title. Just because we travel on two different roads now, doesn't mean the merger is too far away.
Lexie: So you’re saying you want to be my first challenger when I’m champion come curtain call?
She sort of steps up to him, narrowing her eyes towards him. Hayden stands firm, eyes locking in on hers in return.
Hayden: I'm not asking, or expressing a want, I'm letting you know that I will be.
Lexie: Well then. Try and impress me out there.
She says with another step forward.
Lexie: Because I don’t like to wrestle chumps. Actual talent si vous plait.
Hayden laughs, looking around them.
Hayden: I don't see any, and there won't be any. What you see… is real talent. I'm not like these other people who look fresh out of high school. I'm battle tested, and it takes wars to challenge me.
Lexie gives a little smirk.
Lexie: When I’m champion, YOU challenge MOI.
She says shrugging her shoulders, almost as if she’s getting ready for the weight of the title.
Lexie: Do you need anything else?
Hayden thinks for a moment, scratching his temple in a mocking way.
Hayden: I don't believe so. Just… don't fail out there, okay? I want to see some walk with your talk.
Hayden steps aside and gives Lexie the way so she can walk. She glances off to him walking and then closes her eyes, breathing sharply to compose herself and carries on her usual business.
BACKSTAGE
The camera turn their attention to the backstage area of Washington Hall. It’s been an electric first night for NPP thus far, and the crowd was confirming this with their intensity tonight.
Speaking of intensity, the cameras capture the sight of a homegrown talent in Page Killebrew. He has “The Big One” resting over his shoulder as he breathes deeply. He’s mentally preparing himself for the battle royal that was to come later tonight. His focus is broken as he catches view of the camera being fixed on him.
He aligns his body right up with the camera frame before he saunters up slowly to it. Despite the unknowable nature of big multiman matches like the battle royal, his face exudes a confident swagger as he approaches.
“Trying to get my pre-match statement?”, he says as he falls just a few feet short of the filming camera. “A lot of people, they come in making guarantees. They make big promises about how they’ll be the first champion - How they’ll revolutionize the industry - They’ll do this and do that yadayada yeet.”
He stops speaking for a moment, as he slowly slings his pledge paddle off of his shoulder. He looks down on it with a proud smile before returning the cameras gaze.
“A year and a half ago I made a promise. A promise that these Greek letters on this paddle right here, that I’d represent what they stood for with pride, with honor, and with dignity.
I’ve worked my ass off just to get my foot in the door. My brothers have always had my back, knowing damn well how badly I want this. They pushed me to be a better me. And now it’s my turn to return on that investment... By showing the world what a Kappa Beta Rho Man is capable of.
And exactly what this KBrho can do you’re gonna see firsthand in tonight’s battle royal. You’re going to see me scrap and claw and fight my way through... You’re going to see me take punishment but still keep pushing through because a man like me... A KBrho like me... We scratch words like quit and surrender from our dictionaries.
Tonight I won’t quit Seattle. I won’t stop. I’m putting the city on my back.”
He lifts the big one straight at the camera.
“And I’m putting the best hits, right here on the pledge stick! Believe it Bro!”
He lightly nudges the camera screen with the end of the wooden paddle, pushing it away and to the side as he strutted right past it. Heading towards gorilla.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson, who’s covered in sweat from his previous match with Kurt Newman. He’s sipping from a water bottle when he glances over at the camera and smiles.
Rhett Adelson: So, are you all surprised? Because you shouldn’t be. I did what I said I was going to do and I went out there and I beat Kurt Newman and in my opinion? I’ve had the toughest match so far because I had to go up against the most experienced wrestler in North Pacific Pro and quite possibly, all of GWA. Despite Kurt having done anything you can think of in this sport, I still took him down and showed that I’m ready for anything that is thrown at me in this tournament. The fact is, I want to be the North Pacific Champion more than anyone else on this roster.
He nods confidently before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson: Next up I fight someone that I’ve beaten a couple of times already, when I go head to head with Lexie, who got lucky over Kingsley with a roll up.
Rhett chuckles and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: Lexie here thinks that she is fighting the same Rhett that she met in the ring over in Sixth City Pro. While I beat her a couple of times over there, it did take some underhanded tactics, I’ll admit it. The thing is? I wasn’t myself back then and I was just floating along. My focus was gone, my drive was gone and somewhere along the line? I lost who I was. But I’ve repaired that and I’m back to being the old me, the Rhett Adelson who gets in that ring, tears shit up and gets the win the right way. Just like I did against Kurt earlier tonight.
Rhett pauses for a moment before stepping closer to the camera and his eyes
Rhett Adelson: Lexie, when you lose to me tonight? You no longer have any excuses. Because the fact of the matter is, you’ve had an easier path than I have. Your match was before mine, so you’ll be getting more rest and your win? It was by a fluke. You didn’t work for it but guess what? You’re going to have to work against me, you’re going to have to give every bit of energy you have to try and get past me and the fact of the matter is, you just won’t be able to. I’m bigger, I’m faster and most of all? I’m smarter than you. Needless to say? Your time in this tournament ends here at the semi-finals and I’m going to take your face off with the Explosion. Got it?
He leans toward the camera and smirks.
Rhett Adelson: Good. See you out there.
He nods before walking off and the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Harper McKay and Eden Connors are found backstage at Infamy. Later in the evening the two will take place in the ‘Bring Your Own Weapons’ Match, but for the now the two sit in an area of catering by themselves. Harper sitting on an empty table, legs crossed underneath her and Eden standing in front of her - both dressed in their gear and both have bottles of water in their hands.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Eden. Did you see the new tag team that signed with the company, the Pretty Committee?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Yeah. Pretty amusing if you ask me. Number one, we were the first team signed. Number two, I doubt NPP hands shit to anyone. So I don't sweat it, Harp.”
Eden let out a typical laughter, looking at her bestie who smiled.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
They will only get those titles over our dead bodies, Eden! We don’t need a team name to be considered a ‘tag team’, although is that Quags Angelz name still on the table?
Harper took a drink from her water. Before Eden could reply, though, Harper spoke up again.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Tonight we’ll compete in Battle Royal and then we set our eyes on the tag team championships. Ahh! I’m excited.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Aren't we always excited? I think it drives people insane. They are ready to see what we can do in this Battle Royal. I am realistic, love. We are not the favourites but we will fight with everything we got. Just never forget, we are Harper and Eden. And that is what matters.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Well I care not about what other people think, Eden. Just you. Best friends, right?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Right!
Harper moved her legs from underneath her and slid off of the table. Quickly she wrapped her arms around Eden, hugging her. Eden hugged back for a second, before Harper pulled away a little, but keeping one arm around Eden’s shoulders.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
And as best friends we will set out to defeat the Pretty Committee - maybe leaving them looking not so pretty when we finish.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Who labels themselves as pretty anyhow? Like this is what matters in the wrestling business. I have seen enough of those stereotypes over the past years.
She put herself in a funny pose, pretending to be a doll.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Look at me, I am the sexiest shell alive. I have a new nose, new boobies and all in exchange for my brain. And if you are quick you get two for one.
For a moment the girls looked at each other, serious. Then both bursted out laughing. Tears running down Eden’s cheek. She was holding her stomach.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
You know they will come at us hard, right? Not physically probably -- but with their favourite weapon. Their mouths.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Eeeeeek! Do you know how wrong that sounds, Harp.
Harper scratched her head a moment before it dawned on her.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Oh jeez, not what I meant. Out of the gutter, girl. But from what I have seen they like to throw insults at people… .
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Insults only work if you care about them. And I am afraid, dear, I have skipped that phase in my life. And now let's have another round of this wonderful water, because I am certain we will be called up soon.
Eden toasted her friend and then winked at her. Their talk would continue with the camera moving away.
Harper McKay and Eden Connors are found backstage at Infamy. Later in the evening the two will take place in the ‘Bring Your Own Weapons’ Match, but for the now the two sit in an area of catering by themselves. Harper sitting on an empty table, legs crossed underneath her and Eden standing in front of her - both dressed in their gear and both have bottles of water in their hands.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Eden. Did you see the new tag team that signed with the company, the Pretty Committee?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Yeah. Pretty amusing if you ask me. Number one, we were the first team signed. Number two, I doubt NPP hands shit to anyone. So I don't sweat it, Harp.”
Eden let out a typical laughter, looking at her bestie who smiled.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
They will only get those titles over our dead bodies, Eden! We don’t need a team name to be considered a ‘tag team’, although is that Quags Angelz name still on the table?
Harper took a drink from her water. Before Eden could reply, though, Harper spoke up again.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Tonight we’ll compete in Battle Royal and then we set our eyes on the tag team championships. Ahh! I’m excited.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Aren't we always excited? I think it drives people insane. They are ready to see what we can do in this Battle Royal. I am realistic, love. We are not the favourites but we will fight with everything we got. Just never forget, we are Harper and Eden. And that is what matters.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Well I care not about what other people think, Eden. Just you. Best friends, right?
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Right!
Harper moved her legs from underneath her and slid off of the table. Quickly she wrapped her arms around Eden, hugging her. Eden hugged back for a second, before Harper pulled away a little, but keeping one arm around Eden’s shoulders.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
And as best friends we will set out to defeat the Pretty Committee - maybe leaving them looking not so pretty when we finish.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Who labels themselves as pretty anyhow? Like this is what matters in the wrestling business. I have seen enough of those stereotypes over the past years.
She put herself in a funny pose, pretending to be a doll.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Look at me, I am the sexiest shell alive. I have a new nose, new boobies and all in exchange for my brain. And if you are quick you get two for one.
For a moment the girls looked at each other, serious. Then both bursted out laughing. Tears running down Eden’s cheek. She was holding her stomach.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
You know they will come at us hard, right? Not physically probably -- but with their favourite weapon. Their mouths.
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Eeeeeek! Do you know how wrong that sounds, Harp.
Harper scratched her head a moment before it dawned on her.
Harper McKay ︳The Jo’burg Darling
Oh jeez, not what I meant. Out of the gutter, girl. But from what I have seen they like to throw insults at people… .
Eden Connors ︳The BANG!BOOM!BONBON!
Insults only work if you care about them. And I am afraid, dear, I have skipped that phase in my life. And now let's have another round of this wonderful water, because I am certain we will be called up soon.
Eden toasted her friend and then winked at her. Their talk would continue with the camera moving away.
MATCH SIX: ROUND TWO
Lexie Vs Rhett Adelson
Lexie Vs Rhett Adelson
| RECAP Despite it being the second match of the evening for both competitors, they start off looking strong. Lexie gains an early advantage with a kick to the back of the leg that brings Rhett to a knee and opens him up for several roundhouse kicks to the chest, capped off with a step up enziguri. Lexie isn’t able to make the pin however, as Rhett rolls to the side of the ring and the safety of the ropes. As soon as Rhett is on his feet he finally create some space for himself with a stiff lariat. While Lexie is still off balance he catches her right upside the head with a Pele kick that lays her out. Even so, he only gets a two count on the pin attempt. Adelson maintains control for several more minutes, almost toying with Lexie as he takes her down with a slingblade and allows her to get back to her feet only to follow with a hurricanrana driver. A running dropkick to the knees stalls his momentum, allowing Lexie a few moments to regroup. When Rhett charges her next she takes him down with a snap side headlock take over and tries to work into a crossface, but Adelson uses his size to his advantage and pries his way free before the submission can be fully locked in. Adelson whips Lexie to the ropes, but she uses the momentum and comes back with a jumping spike DDT. Seeing stars, Adelson is slow to sit up, but when he does Lexie is there with the Dream Kick! She goes for the pin and gets one… two… thre--NO! Rhett gets the shoulder up at the last second and the referee holds up just two fingers. Keeping her cool, Lexie is back on her feet in a flash looking for another Dream Kick, but Adelson pivots on a knee and catches the leg! He works his way to his feet and then takes Lexie down with a dragon screw, holding on and working Lexie into an ankle lock! Adelson shouts for Lexie to tap, and for a moment it looks as though she wants to, but she digs in deep and manages to twist herself over onto her back, relieving the pressure on her leg and allowing her to use the other foot for a kick to Rhett’s face! Though limping, Lexie gets back to her feet just in time to duck an incoming clothesline. She transitions swiftly into a back elbow and catches Rhett with a rolling snapmare as he’s still staggered. Lastly, she finishes it off with a running knee trembler to complete the Good Luck combo! She drops and hooks the leg, looking to end the match but Adelson throws his other foot up onto the bottom rope before the three! Lexie thinks she has it, but the referee points to Rhett’s foot! Lexie can’t believe it, the frustration plain on her face as she runs her fingers through her hair, wondering what she has to do to put Adelson away. The battle back and forth continues as the match builds to a fever pitch. A charge from Adelson sees him sent over the top rope with a back body drop, but he lands on the apron! He goes for a shoulder thrust through the ropes, but Lexie sidesteps and hooks his head, dragging him through the ropes until his legs are the only thing hanging on, as if she’s going for the Très Douloureux! Adelson knows what’s coming, however, and gives her a stiff shot to the side, forcing her to let go! While Lexie is still clutching her side, Rhett leaps up into the air and catches her with the gamengiri! The crowd boos and jeers, but Adelson heads straight for the top rope! Lexie is still down, and wide open for the Nightfall Splash!!! Rhett hooks both legs on the pin and picks up one, two, three!!! WINNER Rhett Adelson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:32 FINISHING MOVE Nightfall Splash |
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens to Stone Hendrix sitting on a metal folding chair in the back. He has his ring gear on and a sleeveless, black North Pacific Pro shirt on over his gear. He sees the camera, takes a moment for a breath and then smiles.
Stone Hendrix: The calm before the storm… That’s where I find myself right now. A boy what a big storm it’s going to be with a bring your own weapon match. Everyone on the roster except for the the ones in the tournament? That’s going to be a lot of bodies, weapons and just plain chaos. You know, I found myself in the middle of the road with this match. You had people excited to cut into each other and cause suffering and then you have those that would rather not even be in this match. Me? I’m excited for this match but I’m also extremely cautious because it’s one of those that can take years off of a career.
He laughs a bit.
Stone Hendrix: I can safely say when my mom competed, she never wrestled in a match like this and it’s definitely a first for myself too. But I don’t quit… I always finish strong and keep pushing forward. So if the powers that be want me to go out there and compete in a weapons battle royal? I’m going to do it… And I’m going to win. You see, anything worth doing? Is worth doing well. So I’m going to go out there and put my name as one of the top ones in North Pacific Pro. I might not have been selected to compete in the tournament to crown the first ever North Pacific Champion, but I’m going to show everyone why I’m a top name here and why I should have been in that tournament… Even if that means going through two-thirds of the company’s roster in a battle royal to do it.
He stands to his feet and smiles for a moment.
Stone Hendrix: Oh and if anyone was wondering what kind of date I will be bringing to this dance...Nothing beats a classic.
He reaches down, folds up the metal folding chair and walks off camera.
BACKSTAGE
The shot is an empty hallway, seemingly heading towards the ring. It's quiet; the hum of the fluorescent lighting the main sound...until there's the sound of something dragging along the floor. It couples with a high pitched hum, that of a human, and to the tune of "Just The Two of Us." Slowly, walking into the frame, is the thin frame of Natalie Carson; she's the source of...all of the noise, walking away from the camera as she hums. The dragging? That's the baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire, that she's wielding. After walking far enough that her full body, in her wrestling gear, is in frame of the camera, she sings softly, "Just the two of us...we can make it if we try...just the two of us..."
She glances back over her shoulder with a sly grin as she lifts the bat up, resting it on her shoulder just before the start of the wire wrap, with a wink and a, "You and I!" And with that, she's turned back toward the end of the hallway, walking on with her weapon of choice primed and ready.
The camera opens to Stone Hendrix sitting on a metal folding chair in the back. He has his ring gear on and a sleeveless, black North Pacific Pro shirt on over his gear. He sees the camera, takes a moment for a breath and then smiles.
Stone Hendrix: The calm before the storm… That’s where I find myself right now. A boy what a big storm it’s going to be with a bring your own weapon match. Everyone on the roster except for the the ones in the tournament? That’s going to be a lot of bodies, weapons and just plain chaos. You know, I found myself in the middle of the road with this match. You had people excited to cut into each other and cause suffering and then you have those that would rather not even be in this match. Me? I’m excited for this match but I’m also extremely cautious because it’s one of those that can take years off of a career.
He laughs a bit.
Stone Hendrix: I can safely say when my mom competed, she never wrestled in a match like this and it’s definitely a first for myself too. But I don’t quit… I always finish strong and keep pushing forward. So if the powers that be want me to go out there and compete in a weapons battle royal? I’m going to do it… And I’m going to win. You see, anything worth doing? Is worth doing well. So I’m going to go out there and put my name as one of the top ones in North Pacific Pro. I might not have been selected to compete in the tournament to crown the first ever North Pacific Champion, but I’m going to show everyone why I’m a top name here and why I should have been in that tournament… Even if that means going through two-thirds of the company’s roster in a battle royal to do it.
He stands to his feet and smiles for a moment.
Stone Hendrix: Oh and if anyone was wondering what kind of date I will be bringing to this dance...Nothing beats a classic.
He reaches down, folds up the metal folding chair and walks off camera.
BACKSTAGE
The shot is an empty hallway, seemingly heading towards the ring. It's quiet; the hum of the fluorescent lighting the main sound...until there's the sound of something dragging along the floor. It couples with a high pitched hum, that of a human, and to the tune of "Just The Two of Us." Slowly, walking into the frame, is the thin frame of Natalie Carson; she's the source of...all of the noise, walking away from the camera as she hums. The dragging? That's the baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire, that she's wielding. After walking far enough that her full body, in her wrestling gear, is in frame of the camera, she sings softly, "Just the two of us...we can make it if we try...just the two of us..."
She glances back over her shoulder with a sly grin as she lifts the bat up, resting it on her shoulder just before the start of the wire wrap, with a wink and a, "You and I!" And with that, she's turned back toward the end of the hallway, walking on with her weapon of choice primed and ready.
IN THE RING
Addisyn O'Hanlon walks into view in the middle of the ring, a microphone in her right hand, and a piece of paper in the other. She pauses, giving the music some time to fade out. She glances down at the paper and reads it for a moment, before glancing up to the cameras again.
Addisyn O'Hanlon: The following is a twelve person, bring your own weapon, battle royal!
The NPP audience cheer loudly, and Addisyn glances downwards at the paper in her hand again. As if she was given it by someone.
Addisyn O'Hanlon: We will start with two competitors, and every minute another competitor will join the match, bringing with them one weapon of their choosing. Competitors can only be eliminated by being thrown over the top rope. We will have our winner when there is only one person left standing in the middle of the ring.
She crumples the piece of paper up within her hand, and smiles brightly.
Addisyn O'Hanlon: Without further ado, let's begin!
Addisyn O'Hanlon walks into view in the middle of the ring, a microphone in her right hand, and a piece of paper in the other. She pauses, giving the music some time to fade out. She glances down at the paper and reads it for a moment, before glancing up to the cameras again.
Addisyn O'Hanlon: The following is a twelve person, bring your own weapon, battle royal!
The NPP audience cheer loudly, and Addisyn glances downwards at the paper in her hand again. As if she was given it by someone.
Addisyn O'Hanlon: We will start with two competitors, and every minute another competitor will join the match, bringing with them one weapon of their choosing. Competitors can only be eliminated by being thrown over the top rope. We will have our winner when there is only one person left standing in the middle of the ring.
She crumples the piece of paper up within her hand, and smiles brightly.
Addisyn O'Hanlon: Without further ado, let's begin!
MATCH SEVEN: 12 PERSON
"BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON" BATTLE ROYAL
Natalie Carson vs Caleb Summers vs Operative Beta vs Reece Killswitch vs Harper McKay vs Mason Roderick vs Stone Hendrix vs Eden Connors vs Page Killebrew vs Hayden Lazarus vs Tajnia Mustafi vs Caim McCallaghan
"BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON" BATTLE ROYAL
Natalie Carson vs Caleb Summers vs Operative Beta vs Reece Killswitch vs Harper McKay vs Mason Roderick vs Stone Hendrix vs Eden Connors vs Page Killebrew vs Hayden Lazarus vs Tajnia Mustafi vs Caim McCallaghan
| RECAP Natalie Carson walks down to the ring carrying a baseball ball wrapped in barbedwire. It's very polarizing for the red-haired rookie, but she looks ready to use it. Caleb Summers is second out, carrying a chair, but he doesn't look like he necessarily wants to use it. The bell rings and Caleb drops the chair, finding he was much faster without it, especially since Natalie began swinging wildly with her bat. She managed to snag him in the side at one point, but he hit a dropkick to her knees after, causing her to drop it. A minute in and Operative Beta joined the match, walking out with Mint Julep Ayano, who actually stayed on the ramp and set up the Beyond Corporation Weapons Sale. Beta slides into the ring, and takes Caleb out with a knee trembler, but Natalie takes him into the ropes with a knee. She tries lifting him over, but he battles back, kicking her in the midsection and then spinning into a neckbreaker. He's taken down by a hard right from Caleb, followed by a forearm. He, too, tries to lift Beta over the top. A minute in and Reece Killswitch is the next one out of the gate. He walks out holding a neon green kendo stick, wrapped in barbedwire. He springs to the ring, tossing the kendo stick into the ring, before sliding in. Picking it up, he smacks it across Caleb's back, which brings him down. Another WHACK to his back while he's on the floor. Natalie takes him down from behind with a russian legsweep. Harper McKay is the next one out, who slides in and starts throwing rights with Beta. They battle into the corner, where Harper uses an array of kicks to keep him there. She springboards up and knees him in the chin. Natalie and Reece roll around on the ground, trying to take control, which Reece seems to be making a game of. Natalie fights between laughing, and wanting to tear his throat out. This was a match, after all. Stone Hendrix runs out to the ring holding another trusty chair and slides in. He takes a moment, trying to decide who would be the best option to go for, but Caleb Summers, still feeling the effects of the barbedwire, trips him down with a legsweep. The chair goes flying under one of the turnbuckle posts. By this time, Beta has switched positions with Harper, now pummeling her in the corner. Reece and Natalie are now in the opposite corner. Reece scoops slams Nat down to the mat, and climbs up to the second rope. Thinking fast, Natalie grabs his trusty barbedwire badeball bat, and cracks Reece to the side of the head. He falls, tumbling to the ground below. Eliminated: Reece Killswitch by Natalie Carson Mason Roderick walks out from behind the black curtain, headed for the ring. It doesn't appear he was able to choose a weapon, but that's alright, because as he heads to the ring he's enticed by Mint Julep Ayano standing at the Beyond Corporation table of weapons. Mason takes a moment, looking at everything before he chooses a weapon. Mint Julep shows him the price tags, to which Mason reluctantly takes out his wallet and pays. He picks up the lead pipe and continues on his way. At the commentary table, Nora asks if The Commissioner knows some chick is peddling goods on the ramp. As Mason gets into the ring, he immediately strikes Operative Beta in the head. He falls to the canvas, and then uses the ropes to stand up. He's leaning a little too far into the ropes, so much so that Mason cracks him with the lead pipe like a follow-through baseball swing that sends Beta over. Mint Julep looks bewildered, before attending to Operative Beta. Eliminated: Operative Beta by Mason Roderick Eden Connors is the next person out, holding a red chair which she promptly flattens Natalie Carson with. Caleb spears her to the floor just after and the two brawl. Stone has Mason in a headlock, following up with a huge backdrop. He tries to backdrop Mason out of the match completely, but Mason uses the ropes to slingshot himself. He still eats a backdrop, but a backdrop in the ring rather than out. Natalie rolls to the side, trying to regain herself and check her next target. The minutes seem to be coming faster and faster now, as yet again, the buzzer goes off. Page Killebrew hops out from behind the black curtain, carrying the KBRho pledge paddle. He goes to town on everyone in sight. Harper McKay, ding. Mason Roderick, ding. Stone Hendrix, ding. He's taken out from below with a tackle from Eden Connors, trying to get the paddle out of his hands. They wrestle for it, and anyone left looks on, most trying to jump on Page. From the huddle, they all separate into different pairs, and it's all out war. Hayden Lazarus steps out, and he looks mighty mean. His weapon of choice, that same steel chain from earlier, still wrapped around his fist. He slides in and Caleb Summers is standing directly to his left. He runs at him, using that chain on his hand, Lazarus rocks Caleb with a european uppercut, sending him up and over. Eliminated: Caleb Summers by Hayden Lazarus Natalie Carson runs towards him, and receives a hard right hand to the gut with the chain hand. He grabs her around the neck with both hands, dragging her over to the ropes and pressing her body against it, trying to get her over. He reels his arm back, using that chain fist again to complete into a lariat, sending Natalie over, as well. Eliminated: Natalie Carson by Hayden Lazarus Tajnia Mustafi's music hits, and she wastes no time at all in running to the ring. She's carrying an entire silver trash can, but she doesn't plan on using it. She tosses it over the ropes, it miraculously soaring through the air and hitting nobody as it lands in the ring. Unafraid, she runs right towards Hayden, catching him with a head scissors, and applying an armbar. She knew it wouldn't eliminate him just yet, but she needed to tame the beast. Harper was trying her best to lift Page above the top rope, though Page was doing a great job of fending her off. Stone was hitting Eden with a spinebuster down to the canvas, continuing his assault, before being punted in the face from Mason. The buzzer sounds and the last entrant, Caim McCallaghan jets to the ring, holding a damn lighttube. He doesn't slid in with it, but instead sets it in the corner for later use. He slids in the ring, taking Harper and sliding her right into the chair in the bottom corner, the one Stone had dropped there earlier. This allows Page to pick up his pledge paddle and clobber Mason over the head with it, sending him right over the top rope. Eliminated: Mason Roderick by Page Killebrew Hayden has been slipping away from Tajnia for quite some time now, and as he does, she kicks her leg up, kicking him in the face and re-positioning herself. She twists his arm into a wrist-lock, before grabbing his face into a single-knee facebreaker. Eden has taken time out to check on Harper, who had been thrown into the chair face first. They haven't really acted as a unit during this match, but they are friends, after all. Caim is using Reece's neon kendo stick from earlier to keep Stone in the corner, until he's hit from behind with a chair by Page. He uses the chair, pressed against both Caim and Stone, lodging it so that both men are in the corner, the neon barbedwired wire kendostick between them. Page jumps! And splashs into the corner, which hurts himself a bit with the chair, but sandwhiches the chair, the barbedwire kendo stick, and the two men in the corner (what a mouthful). Hayden Lazarus has become angry, being handled by Tajnia using submission maneuvers and evasive techniques. She comes at him with a heel kick, which he ducks, he uses his steel chain-wrapped hand to hit her in the back of the head. Tajnia stumbles forward, which allows Hayden to pick her up into a spinning spinebuster - to the outside of the ring. Tajnia drops all the way to the ground below, hitting the apron with a sickening thud on the way down. Eliminated: Tajnia Mustafi by Hayden Lazarus Hayden turns around, with a sick smile on his face. But, unfortunately got him he turned around into a team reunited. He gets a flying forearm from Harper, followed by a kick to the chest from Eden, and Harper elbows him just after to get him against the ropes. Harper gets on all fours, and Eden launches herself off into an elevated version of The EC (Shinning Wizard). The force is able to send the beast over the top rope, and almost sends Eden over. She goes over the top but lands on the apron. Eliminated: Lazarus by Eden Connors and Harper Kay Caim, moving away from the duo of Stone and Page, picks up the trashcan tossed in by Tajnia earlier. As Eden is getting to her feet, he smashes it across her head. Eden falls off the apron and to the ground below. Eliminated: Eden Connors by Caim McCallaghan Harper sees this, and is certainly not happen. She grabs Caim's head, giving him a snapmare down to the mat. She looks to connect with the striking portion of "From Jo'Burg with Love" but as she swings her leg, Caim moves out of the way. She spins around to eat an elbow from Caim, before he lifts her up into the Scientia Sit Potentia (inverted Death Valley Driver). He attempts to invert it into more of a drop, over the top rope. Harper fights back, flipping over and landing on the apron instead. She gives Caim a kick from the apron, but he follows it up with a short lariat that sends her below. Eliminated: Harper McKay by Caim McCallaghan Caim turns back around, and eats a Mafia Kick from Stone, which floors him. Killebrew is also still in the match, who catches Stone from behind into a rolling german suplex. Stone uses the turnbuckle post to help himself to his feet. Once he's up, Killebrew runs across the ring, but Stone lifts him up and over. Page doesn't fall though, he just lands on the deadly apron, where so many have perished before. Stone grabs hold of his head, giving him a few right hands before stepping back. He gains a bit of a run, and smacks his foots right into Killebrew's face for The Stone Kick (running big boot). Page instantly falls from the apron. Eliminated: Page Killebrew by Stone Hendrix The last two standing, Stone Hendrix and Caim McCallaghan stare at each other from across the ring. The chants and cheers from the NPP crowd get louder and louder, before Caim goes on the attack. He closelines Stone down to the canvas, but he uses every bit of energy he has to kip up, and catch Caim as he comes at him with another closeline. He takes Caim down to the ring with a reverse STO, before rolling out of the way. As they both stand up again, they stare at each other again. CRACK! The light tube that Caim himself brought to the ring, is shattered across his skull. Reece Killswitch, back into the ring, picks Caim up and tosses him over the top rope. He looks to Stone, and spits in his general direction, before sliding out of the ring. He walks backwards up the ramp, giving the impression that he's throwing a total fit, more than likely from being the first eliminated. However, what's fair is fair, the rules only stated the participants are eliminated by being thrown over the top rope, and with that, Caim is eliminated. Eliminated: Caim McCallaghan by...Reece Killswitch? The bell is sounded, and Stone looks out at the crowd, unsure of how to feel about the win. He had fought hard, actually lasted the longest in the ring, but he was still slightly confused as his hand was raised. His feelings about it fade into positive ones as he hears the chants and cheers from the NPP crowd. WINNER Stone Hendrix METHOD Last Man Standing MATCH LENGTH 21:45 FINISHING MOVE N/A STATS Eliminations: Hayden Lazarus (3), Caim McCallaghan(2), Stone Hendrix (1), Page Killebrew (1), Eden Connors/Harper McKay(1), Mason Roderick (1), Nataline Carson(1), Reece Killswitch(1[technically]) Top Three Longest In: Stone Hendrix, Harper McKay, Page Killebrew POST MATCH The lights go out, and typing appears across the screen, just as it did at the beginning of the show. FROM: THE COMMISSIONER TO: NORTH PACIFIC PRO CC: STONE HENDRIX SUBJECT: TBC... CONGRATULATIONS, STONE. YOU'VE WON THE BATTLE ROYAL. YOUR PRIZE WILL BE REVEALED... NEXT WEEK. AS FOR THE MAIN EVENT, WE'RE NOT CLEANING UP. THE FINALS WILL NOT BE DECIDED IN A NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH. THANK YOU. |
BACKSTAGE
The camera finds Rhett Adelson sitting down on a chair in his locker room, he’s clearly a bit exhausted from having two hard fought matches earlier in the night, both of which he won. Rhett glances up at the camera and smiles.
Rhett Adelson: So here we are, it’s you and me, LEGATO, just like we both wanted. We fought hard for this moment and now? Now you and I are going to war for the North Pacific Championship. Do I expect this to be brutal? Possibly bloody?
He stands up from his chair and steps closer to the camera as he glares into it.
Rhett Adelson: I do. You wanted to make this more than a professional thing, didn’t you? You wanted to make this personal by bringing up my past. Yes, I was dishonorably diischarged from the Marines for deserting, yes it was the biggest mistake of my life. I don’t have an excuse for it, other than the fact that I was grieving. My older brother, Rhys, also in the Marines, died in combat. He was my best friend and my hero and I reacted like a wounded animal and I ran off. So LEGATO, you think I should have been killed for that? That I should of stood in front of several firing line and been shot down? You can believe that if you want, it doesn’t matter, because the fact of the matter is, I’m still here.
Rhett’s gaze narrows on the camera before he continues on.
Rhett Adelson: You don’t fucking know me, LEGATO. You don’t know what kind of person I am and you sure as hell don’t know what I fight for, but I do. I fight in my brother’s memory,I dedicate everything that I do to him and I know that he’s up there in the sky, looking down at me with pride. I know he understands why I reacted the way I did and that’s what helped me move on with the mistakes I made… Despite the things I’ve been through, despite my parents disowning me for those mistakes. I still have my brother’s memory to hold onto and his legacy? It’ll live on through me. It’s why I wear his dog tags to the ring before my matches and not my own. As for legacies though, you want to talk legacy?
Rhett chuckles before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson: You have the Kaiser legacy to live up to but it’s something you run from, isn’t it? That’s why you go by LEGATO, that’s why you run from your past and your former names. Me? I’m not running and I’m an open book when it comes to what I’ve been through and what I’ve done. How about you LEGATO? What are you hiding behind that little moody demeanor of yours? What is it that you’re even fighting for? Do you even know? But oh, you made sure to tweet out little bits of advice every day leading up to this, didn’t you? Before tweeting out Memento Mori. How kind of you to warn everyone of their impending death but now I wonder, maybe you’re warning yourself of your own? Because here we are at the finals and you’re going up against me and guess what? I can’t be killed. You know what else? I can’t be beaten.
He smirks.
Rhett Adelson: I’ve been here before, LEGATO. I’ve been a singles champion two times already but yoU? You’ve been a tag team champion. While your reign as the MSW Tag Team Champion was impressive, tag teaming is a different animal than being a singles competitor. All I’ve known in my career is singles wrestling and tonight? I’m not going to let you get past me and take this North Pacific Championship. You’re not a guy who can lead a company, you’re not someone who can raise everyone up around him.
Rhett shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: You want blood, you want death and you want to bring everyone down with you because you’re a depressing little bitch. But me? I want to raise this company up with me. I want North Pacific Pro to be the place to be in GWA and I want to be the reason for it. I don’t just fight for myself… I do it for my brother and I do it for NPP, which I already feel a connection to. But you? You’re fighting for yourself and ultimately? You’re going to fail. See you out there, Peyton.
Rhett smirks after mentioning LEGATO’s real name before walking away and the scene cuts away.
The camera finds Rhett Adelson sitting down on a chair in his locker room, he’s clearly a bit exhausted from having two hard fought matches earlier in the night, both of which he won. Rhett glances up at the camera and smiles.
Rhett Adelson: So here we are, it’s you and me, LEGATO, just like we both wanted. We fought hard for this moment and now? Now you and I are going to war for the North Pacific Championship. Do I expect this to be brutal? Possibly bloody?
He stands up from his chair and steps closer to the camera as he glares into it.
Rhett Adelson: I do. You wanted to make this more than a professional thing, didn’t you? You wanted to make this personal by bringing up my past. Yes, I was dishonorably diischarged from the Marines for deserting, yes it was the biggest mistake of my life. I don’t have an excuse for it, other than the fact that I was grieving. My older brother, Rhys, also in the Marines, died in combat. He was my best friend and my hero and I reacted like a wounded animal and I ran off. So LEGATO, you think I should have been killed for that? That I should of stood in front of several firing line and been shot down? You can believe that if you want, it doesn’t matter, because the fact of the matter is, I’m still here.
Rhett’s gaze narrows on the camera before he continues on.
Rhett Adelson: You don’t fucking know me, LEGATO. You don’t know what kind of person I am and you sure as hell don’t know what I fight for, but I do. I fight in my brother’s memory,I dedicate everything that I do to him and I know that he’s up there in the sky, looking down at me with pride. I know he understands why I reacted the way I did and that’s what helped me move on with the mistakes I made… Despite the things I’ve been through, despite my parents disowning me for those mistakes. I still have my brother’s memory to hold onto and his legacy? It’ll live on through me. It’s why I wear his dog tags to the ring before my matches and not my own. As for legacies though, you want to talk legacy?
Rhett chuckles before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson: You have the Kaiser legacy to live up to but it’s something you run from, isn’t it? That’s why you go by LEGATO, that’s why you run from your past and your former names. Me? I’m not running and I’m an open book when it comes to what I’ve been through and what I’ve done. How about you LEGATO? What are you hiding behind that little moody demeanor of yours? What is it that you’re even fighting for? Do you even know? But oh, you made sure to tweet out little bits of advice every day leading up to this, didn’t you? Before tweeting out Memento Mori. How kind of you to warn everyone of their impending death but now I wonder, maybe you’re warning yourself of your own? Because here we are at the finals and you’re going up against me and guess what? I can’t be killed. You know what else? I can’t be beaten.
He smirks.
Rhett Adelson: I’ve been here before, LEGATO. I’ve been a singles champion two times already but yoU? You’ve been a tag team champion. While your reign as the MSW Tag Team Champion was impressive, tag teaming is a different animal than being a singles competitor. All I’ve known in my career is singles wrestling and tonight? I’m not going to let you get past me and take this North Pacific Championship. You’re not a guy who can lead a company, you’re not someone who can raise everyone up around him.
Rhett shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson: You want blood, you want death and you want to bring everyone down with you because you’re a depressing little bitch. But me? I want to raise this company up with me. I want North Pacific Pro to be the place to be in GWA and I want to be the reason for it. I don’t just fight for myself… I do it for my brother and I do it for NPP, which I already feel a connection to. But you? You’re fighting for yourself and ultimately? You’re going to fail. See you out there, Peyton.
Rhett smirks after mentioning LEGATO’s real name before walking away and the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
We're joined backstage with "The Bloodhound" Croy Calhoun. He's still holding his arm a bit, looking disheveled.
Croy Calhoun: I know what you're thinking, that I'm upset about my loss to Sophia earlier tonight...but I'm not.
He paused.
Croy Calhoun: I'm at peace with the fact that Sophia Pike beat me tonight, but what I'm NOT okay with is someone like Hayden Lazarus attacking Kurt Newman for no apparent reason.
Croy shook his head at the camera.
Croy Calhoun: I want you to know, Kurt, that I've got your back. The next time something like that happens, for whatever reason. I'll be in your corner. A legend doesn't deserve to be treated like that...
Croy storms off, and off camera.
We're joined backstage with "The Bloodhound" Croy Calhoun. He's still holding his arm a bit, looking disheveled.
Croy Calhoun: I know what you're thinking, that I'm upset about my loss to Sophia earlier tonight...but I'm not.
He paused.
Croy Calhoun: I'm at peace with the fact that Sophia Pike beat me tonight, but what I'm NOT okay with is someone like Hayden Lazarus attacking Kurt Newman for no apparent reason.
Croy shook his head at the camera.
Croy Calhoun: I want you to know, Kurt, that I've got your back. The next time something like that happens, for whatever reason. I'll be in your corner. A legend doesn't deserve to be treated like that...
Croy storms off, and off camera.
MAIN EVENT: FINALS, NO DISQUALIFICATION
NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPIONSHIP
LEGATO vs Rhett Adelson
NORTH PACIFIC CHAMPIONSHIP
LEGATO vs Rhett Adelson
| RECAP The new element certainly caught the two finalists off guard, but as they looked around the ring, the more and more ideas come to mind. In fact, some of the items need to be slightly kicked away before they can even think about having a match. Which Rhett and LEGATO only do for their own safety (for instance, there's glass everywhere). The bell rings and the two use every bit of energy they have to gun for one another. They keep a steady pace, mostly staying on the defense, both fending off any attacks fairly well and keeping it relatively even. The fast pace hasn't allowed them to take advantage of the weapons upon the floor just yet. Rhett leaps into the air, clipping LEGATO with a dropkick that sends him backwards, but not to the floor. Rhett tries to pick up a nearby trashcan, but LEGATO stops him with an axhandle to the back, followed by another one. LEGATO throws Rhett into a DDT position, but Adelson fights against it. He breaks free, turning LEGATO's hand into a wristlock. Adelson spins him around, catching his head into a headlock, before driving his head RIGHT into the semi-crushed trashcan in front of them with a headlock driver. Well, it's definitely crushed now. The crowd cheer for their first use of foreign objects in this match, while Rhett rolls him over and covers, getting a solid two. Adelson gets to his feet with a newfound energy, looking out to the crowd. LEGATO rolls across the ring for a moment, focusing on catching his breath, and rolls into a lead pipe. Rhett turns back to his opponent just as LEGATO is getting up.LEGATO hits the lead pipe right to Rhett's stomach, causing him to double over. Next, he takes it to Rhett's back, Adelson arches from the pain, falling to his knees. One more shot to the back with the lead pipe and Rhett is on the floor finally, allowing LEGATO to chuck it to the floor. He helps Rhett to his feet, who is really feeling the effects of the lead pipe. LEGATO lifts him up, running across the ring for a Running Liger bomb right on top of a chair lying on the floor. The SMACK of Rhett's back colliding with the chair can be heard. He, too, tries for a cover but only gets a two. Both appear to be showing some wear right now, as anyone would after two prior matches and being thrown into a sudden No Disqualification match. They start throwing rights at each other again, Adelson getting backed into the corner. LEGATO throws a few more right hands, andthen steps back, about to drive his knee into Rhett. As he does, Adelson moves to the side, performing a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb. He tries for another pin, but LEGATO powers out. LEGATO takes the moment to get in a good ground and pound, mostly with elbows and forearms, before Rhett is able to power him off. He quickly gets to his feet before LEGATO lands another elbow, again backing him up into the corner. LEGATO rushes him, getting the knee in this time before Rhett can do anything funny. Of course, Adelson follows it up with a straight headbutt. LEGATO backs off, clutching his forehead, and Rhett goes up top. With his back to Rhett, he grabs the chair from earlier up off the floor. As he turns around, Rhett leaps into the air with a flying knee...that connects to the chair! Adelson's knee connects with the chair, and continues to LEGATO's head. They both fall to the floor, LEGATO seemingly flattened and Rhett holding his knee in pain! Slowly, Rhett crawls over to LEGATO, slinging his arm over him for a cover. The referee drops, one...two...thr-kickout! LEGATO gets his shoulder up! Rhett looks slightly frustrated, but moreso can't believe that didn't get the job done. Slowly, he crawls over to the turnbuckle, slightly limping from the damage done to his knee. He begins his ascent, as LEGATO begins to move. Rhett leaps into the air, going for the Nightfall Splash (Five Star Frog Splash) BUT! LEGATO has reached for Natalie Carson's barbedwire baseball bat, and he quickly darts to his feet, jamming the bat into Rhett's gut as he leaps. The force causes Rhett to clutch his stomach, falling to one knee for a moment. LEGATO clutches him from behind, nailing the Fatal Attraction (reverse brainbuster). He covers Adelson. One...two...threee!! We have our champion. WINNER LEGATO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:15 FINISHING MOVE Fatal Atrraction POST MATCH Addisyn O'Hanlon re-enters the ring, this time holding the North Pacific Championship, which she hands over to LEGATO. He throws the belt over his shoulder, hoping to one of the turnbuckles and raising his hands. He hops back down, and stands in the middle of the ring. Rhett Adelson has slid out of the ring, walking backwards up the ramp, and halts about halfway. From the curtain, walks Sophia Pike to a mass amount of cheers from the Seattle crowd. Rhett looks at Sophia, and then at LEGATO, eyes narrowed. When LEGATO notices, he stares back. First to Rhett, then to Sophia, simply pointing to the North Pacific Championship which a blank face. Rhett nods, but the intensity in his eyes doesn't change. Sophia holds out her hands, rubbing them in anticipation, as we fade. |