Post by UWAStaff on May 6, 2015 21:24:08 GMT -6
The camera shifted from the crowd to the announce table to show Jason Chase sitting beside that strange man with the slender build, the quiet voice and the multicolored hair, but this time Lula sat on the other side of Jason. All three of them seemed to be at the announce position.::
Lula Davidson: "Hello everyone and welcome to U.W.A. Monday Night Mayhem! We are tapped on a delay because of strange events taking place in the production truck over the weekend. It seemed that someone locked the keys to the production truck inside and no one could get a hold of a locksmith for a few days.”
Jason Chase: “Talent missing flights and getting sent to the wrong arena, our transportation delays and now this. Does it seem to you like someone is sabotaging our company?”
Michael Rivers: “Don't you think that's a bit paranoid Jason? Who would want to do something like that?”
Jason Chase: “Aliens....?”
Lula Davidson: "Seriously? Did you just say that?!”
Jason Chase: “What?! It's possible!”
Michael Rivers: “And magical flying hippopotamuses could crawl out of your ass.”
Lula Davidson: "That wasn't a visual I needed.....”
Jason Chase: “And.....just sounds painful.”
Michael Rivers: “Jason Almighty.”
::The lights of the arena go out. “Kashmir” by Bond begins to play. About twenty-three seconds into the song, a burst of pyro erupts to bring the lights back up. “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis stands at the top of the entrance way.::
Lula Davidson: "Last week, Kyle Travis made his return to the UWA and called out Danika Bayne of the Children of Nephilim.”
Jason Chase: “She completely blew him off.”
Michael Rivers: “What else did you expect? They are not likely to play someone else's game."
::There is a mixed reaction as Travis walks to ring and climbs the stairs. He looks around before stepping into the ring and calling for a mic. For a moment Travis looks over the announce table and his eyes narrow. Does someone look familiar? Tug at a memory? Seems that way, a moment of recignition and then it passes and he turns back for the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "The crowd seems split on Travis here tonight.”
Jason Chase: “Eh, what do they know?”
Michael Rivers: “Not much, but certainly more then you."
::Travis moves to the middle of the ring, looking over the crowd.::
Travis: “A few weeks ago, I stood in this ring and called out Danaka Bayne. I stood here and I called out the Children of Nephilim, the dark legion that was supposed to conquer the UWA, the horde of evil that held the UWA in such a grip of fear. I stood in this ring, called them out and they blinked.”
Jason Chase: “They kind of did.”
Michael Rivers: “They allowed him to think that. The Harbinger answered."
Travis: “We all expected something to happen. We all expected there to be some action taken by the group, or at least some sort of kidnapping, because that, and creepy messages about nonsense, were really the only play they had in their playbook. They took no action. They made no move against me. The Children of Nephilim kicked Joshua McBride out and apparently with that, they seemed to have dropped their balls.”
Travis: “Instead of all of them running out here and laying me out, instead, Danaka walked out here and she talked. She hyped the Children of Nephilim because that is all she does. There is no “him.” There is no “greater power.” When it comes right down to it, all the Children of Nephilim are is nothing more than an overhyped, overexposed, pathetic excuse of a legion of darkness and have been nothing more than the single biggest waste of time the UWA has ever seen!”
Lula Davidson: "Harsh words from Kyle Travis!”
Michael Rivers: “And you have to wonder what....if he is wrong?"
Jason Chase: “What do you mean?"
Michael Rivers: “When "He" is revealed, how will he react?"
::Travis ignores the crowd’s mixed reaction, although there are a lot of people cheering what he has to say. With his foot, Travis draws a line across the ring in front of him.::
Travis: “There’s the line. So pick a member of the minion squad and I don’t care if it is Ramiel, Ananiel, Miako you pick or you do it yourself Danika or your imaginary master shows up, because one of you is going to cross this line and face me in the ring at Spring Slaughter. And we can do this the easy way…”
::Travis exits the ring and lifts up the apron. He reaches under and pulls out his signature weapon, the black crowbar he has used on so many people. He climbs the announce table and holds the weapon into the air.::
Travis: “Or the hard way. And trust me, the hard way will make whatever your so-called “dark lord” can do to you will be the least sadistic thing you can suffer. Challenge and learn.”
::“Kashmir” by Bond replays over the arena to a mixed reaction as Travis drops the mic, the crowbar raised in the air. He drops down from the table and makes his way to the back.::
Lula Davidson: "Kyle Travis has thrown the gauntlet down, but will the Children of Nephilim accept?”
Jason Chase: “After that, I would think they’d have to.”
Michael Rivers: “And Kyle Travis, i think, will learn like others have, that when they do something, it's on their terms. Not anyone else's."
::The camera shifts from Kyle Travis retreating to backstage where Bethany Kenyon walks down the hallway looking for a particular dressing room. She walks by a few until she finally comes to the one marked by the name of the number one contender to her UWA World Heavyweight Championship, Sentinel. Pausing at the door, she raises a hand and knocks. The door opens and she finds Sentinel in the room alone. The Destroyer looks up from where he'd been staring intently at the floor, a little surprised to see Bethany standing there but, for the moment, in a peaceful state.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Hi, can I...have a word?”
::Sentinel nods and beckons her to enter. Bethany steps inside and the door closes behind her. Sentinel nods to her, a slight air of confusion about the man. Bethany smiles gratefully.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Thanks for seeing me…”
::She pauses, looking a little worried at what she has to ask him. Sentinel gives her a look to tell her she can continue with no worry.::
Bethany Kenyon: “I’m sorry to even… there’s been talk amongst a lot of people and I wanted to give you the respect of actually asking you because I really hope they’re all wrong and it’s just stupidity to even…”
::She pauses, shaking her head.::
Bethany Kenyon: “I really gotta get better at this… a couple of weeks ago, there was a white rose in my dressing room with a note of congratulations… was that from you?”
::Sentinel nods slightly, seemingly confused by the tone in her voice. Bethany bites her lip as she ponders how to phrase the next query.::
Bethany Kenyon: “That same night, there was a black rose left for Jeszika…”
::Before she can even get the question out, Sentinel stops her with a hand and shakes his head.::
Bethany Kenyon: “That one wasn’t you… was it?”
::Sentinel shakes his head and Bethany nods, looking relieved and almost happy at this answer.::
Bethany Kenyon: “I really didn’t want it to be you… you’ve been way too… honorable…”
Jason Chase: “Living up to his nickname again, huh?"
Lula Davidson: "Well, you saw how he's been over the last two weeks leading up to tonight. This is a different man than we've seen in some time, if ever."
Michael Rivers: “No one stays honorable forever. All it takes is one bad day to turn anyone into a monster.”
Jason Chase: “Not sure if that's a good thing."
::Taking a step back, Bethany nods in Sentinel's direction before departing.::
Bethany Kenyon: "Good luck tonight."
Sentinel: "...thanks."
::She turns to leave, shutting the door behind her. Sentinel, listening to her walk away beyond it, snorts slightly before lowering his head again, going back to his odd musing.::
Sentinel: "Luck, huh? We all could use a little of that."
Lula Davidson: "...that was an odd thing to say."
Jason Chase: “Well, she's right. He's gonna need it."
Lula Davidson: "Says you."
Michael Rivers: “Says everyone.”
::The camera shifts from the backstage to the ringside area and Jamie in the ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall."
::Can't Stop begins to play, and shortly after 'Photographer' Bob Brooks walks out from backstage. He's carrying a large tri pod with a camera perched on top over his shoulder, similar to how some baseball players might carry their baseball bat. Bob walks towards the ring, his eyes looking up at the lights above, then around the ring, making himself familiar with the setting. He makes it to the ring, but instead of stepping inside he walks around it, looking for the perfect spot. Finally he finds a spot he finds ideal, and sets his tri pod down. Now Bob takes his time fiddling with the camera itself, making sure it's pointed towards the ring at an angle that won't miss any of the action, he isn't about to rely on anyone else to capture the action for him. Once Bob has convinced himself he's got the perfect set up, he slides into the ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first. From Hollywood California. Weighing in at 215 pounds. BOB BROOKS"
::The lights die. The crowd silences. A motorcycle reeves it's engine. Then a single spotlight shines over the entrance as Godsmack begins to play.::
"Something wrong, something right, something missing."
::From the back a man with a beard on a bike flies from backstage and tears down the ramp. He is Judge. !Judge takes the bike around the ring one time bringing it to a stop beside the stairs that lead to the ring. Judge steps off his bike and jogs up the stairs, along the ring apron, and finally ducks into the ring.
Once inside Judge removes his trucker hat and band shirt waiting for his opponent.::
Jamie Hensley: “His opponent. From Carver County Virginia. Weighing in at 301 pounds. JUDGE"
::The referee rings the bell, and both Brooks and Judge go for the tie up. Brooks gets the advantage, and immediately gets Judge into a small package. Ref goes for the count::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
::the Ref rings the bell, as this one is over.::
Lula Davidson: "And Brooks wins."
Jason Chase: “WHAT?!?!?!?! Fuck that didn't even last a minute."
Lula Davidson: "Much like you?"
Jason Chase: “For my Ex wife Lula."
Michael Rivers: “......."
Lula Davidson: "Now wonder she left."
Michael Rivers: “....I need a shower now."
::The camera shifted to the backstage area to find Stephanie Miller, newly returned standing with Silver Baron.::
Stephanie Miller: "I'm here with UWA's Resident Pimp, the Silver Baron. How are you today?"
Silver Baron: "I'm good Steph, you?"
Stephanie Miller: "Not to bad.”
Silver Baron: “And welcome back!”
Stephanie Miller: “Thank you! I have a few questions I have to ask."
Silver Baron: "I'm all ears honey."
Stephanie Miller: "First off, how are you feeling from Cole Hunter's attack last week?"
Silver Baron: "Pretty good. Hell I must have been last week, considering that I was able to shortly after, walk back out and give a fast talking bitch called Vince Jones, the pimp hand."
Stephanie Miller: "That's right. But what is the issue between you and Vince."
Silver Baron: "Well...I would be lying ifneither side had no issue. I never particularly cared for him personally. But just because of one incident, that we all know was much more fun to watch then him trying to wrestle, he wants to get up in MY grill? Big mistake."
Stephanie Miller: "Maybe. But what's your issue with him?"
Silver Baron: "Well, think back nearly a year ago. Sure it's been a while since Vince took out freeman, but at the time,I was busy, AND I know Freeman knew the consequences of his actions. Regardless...If Vince wants to pick a fight with me, I'll do right by Freeman, and take him...actually taking him out won't be enough for the time being. No."
Stephanie Miller: "What do you mean Baron?"
Silver Baron: "Since Vince seems to want to run his mouth off constantly and whatnot, about how he's the real pimp, well guess what, I'm going to put a bitch in it's place. I pimpsmacked the living daylightsout of him once, ad I'll do it over, and over, and over again!, until he begs, for either being taken out, or another taste, of the pimphand!"
::The Silver Baron twitches for a second, clearlytrying to keep his alter ego from trying to get through. He turned towards the camera, and smirks.::
Silver Baron: "You and me Vince, Spring Slaughter. But why stop just there. You say that you're gonna make me whine like a bitch, well I'm GOING to make you a bitch. Because the match, should youaccept, is going to be called, 'I just became a Bitch'! Where the loser, until the next big event following Spring Slaughter, has to work for the winner. Think you can handle that Vince? Think you can handle being in the presence of a real pimp? I don't think so."
Stephanie Miller: "Thank you for that Silver Baron. But People aare still wondering about what's to become ofCole hunter."
Silver Baron: "He'll get his just dues, regardless of whether it's me, or Craven, he will not getaway, with busting my head open. And if he tries anything else that could interrupt business...well you've seen what i've done to toehrs in the past who's affected my business."
::With that, the Silver Baorn, smirks again, before chuckling and walking away and the camera shifts back to the ringside area. “Requiem” by Metallica and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra plays over the arena to a chorus of jeers and boos from the UWA fans in attendance. Sang Réal, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, already dressed to wrestle and wearing Sang Réal t-shirts, and carrying the UWA Tag Team Championships over their shoulders walk out.::
Lula Davidson: "Again? Don’t they have a match tonight?”
Michael Rivers: “Has that ever stopped them?”
Jason Chase: “Hey, I enjoy the breaks and we still get paid.”
::Murphy and Krown make the way to the announce table. Krown starts shooing the announcer away. Chase gets up without an argument.::
Lula Davidson: "Come on guys. I am trying to work.”
Krown: “Go away. Go. Shoo.”
Lula Davidson: "But…”
Krown: “AWAY WITH YE!”
::Seeing her opinion does not matter, Lula gets to up from her position. Murphy and Krown take their places.::
Murphy: “Mike, you need to leave.”
Michael Rivers: “Sorry boy's thats not gonna happen."
Krown: “Boy, either get out of that chair and go or I beat your substitute third wheel ass silly.”
Michael Rivers: “No...your not.”
Krown: “Bitch, do you know where we are? This is the UWA son! You can do whatever you want, from abducting anyone you want and holding them for an unspecified amount of time to assaulting pregnant women and either killing their baby or causing that baby to have a whole lot of problems and need for special school to constantly assaulting people to bashing ring announcers in the face and you face absolutely NO repercussions unless your name is Kyle Travis, so you think we won’t? You just walked into Baltimore son and it crazy here!”
Michael Rivers: “Yawn! Now, i SAY Yawn because when i actually yawn you don't seem to get the message. So, this is what i am going to do Gentlemen. I am gonna kick my feet up and relax and you two doofus's can say whatever comes into them little heads and you won't do a damn thing. You know why?"
::At this point Conner and Muprhy look incensed. SEconds away from a full on assault of this strange man with multi colored hair.::
Michael Rivers: “Because you don't know me. You don't know who i am or where i came from, or why i am here. You....call me a substitute, and yet.....i have been at every position in this company. Announcer, ring announcer, interviewer, security. How do you know i am not the new general manager appointed by Oliver set to oversee all of you prisoners running the asylum? Now, you want to announce, sit down tweedle Dee."
::The two men, now unsure who this guy really is take their seats in Lula and Jason's seats and Michael kicks his feet up on the desk and proceeds to...take a nap? The two look at one another and them back to the ring. Another time.::
Krown: “Some people.”
Murphy: “Right, so what is this, Cole Hunter versus Tedman?”
Krown: “That’s right kids, time to grab a sandwich.”
::The lights go out and Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" starts. A strobe effect playing in time to the riff to allow all eyes to find Cole Hunter standing in the shadows of the entranceway, smirking cruelly. At 0.56, he starts to walk forward, his hands outstretched as if to invite everyone in close to him. He raises his hands up and folds them into a gun shape bringing the "barrel" up to his lips. He kisses it and then points it around to the fans as if to say "I could have you... or you... or you..." He steps into the ring and makes his way to a corner, facing the entranceway, waiting for his next victim to arrive as the lights come back up.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighs in at 200 pounds…he is Cole Hunnnnterrrr!”
Krown: “Why is no one else concerned that he’s shooting at the crowd?”
Murphy: “You would think that’d be a concern, but nope.”
Krown: “Is he pointing at a child?”
Murphy: “I do believe so.”
Krown: “That boy ain’t right.”
"The faster we're falling,
We're stopping and stalling.
We're running in circles again
Just as things we're looking up
You said it wasn't good enough.
But still we're trying one more time."
::Smoke fills the entrance ramp. Moments later black and yellow lights flash through the smoke. Followed by Tedman coming sprinting through the smoke and right down the ramp.::
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing his opponent, from parts unknown and weighing in at 200 lbs…The Tedmaaaan!”
"Maybe we're just trying too hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far,
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under."
Murphy: “And here comes the other little voice on Silver Baron’s shoulder.”
Krown: “So Silver Baron is either listening to a stoned whore or this sack of retard?”
Murphy: “Yes, and he may also be on drugs.”
Krown: “Wow! Silver Baron’s a poor choice of wise consul.”
::The song plays as he slides in the ring and mounts each turnbuckle, getting the crowd into things before they even start. Shortly after, the song fades and Tedman bounces around as he waits for the bell to ring.::
Krown: “Hey, did they ever solve that whole Ashley Kenyon/Tedman North American Championship thing?”
Murphy: “Nope. Pretty sure they did not.”
Krown: “Yeah, probably not important.”
::The referee calls for the bell. The two men meet in the middle, locking up. Cole pulls Tedman into headlock, but Tedman shoots him off, droping down to the mat as Hunter bounces back. Tedman gets back up, bending over for a back body drop, but Hunter sees it coming stops himself. He nails Tedman with a dropkick, sending him to the mat. ::
Murphy: “Were this a Dickie Tramel match, it’d be done by now.”
::Tedman picks himself back up, but Cole is ready with a kick to the midsection and pulls him into On the Hunt, trying to end the match early, but Tedman manages to block it and push Hunter off.::
Krown: “Yes, folks, it’s Tedman, a being from another world with the powers of a guy named Ted.”
::Trying to fight back, Tedman throws out a series of shin kicks to Hunter, and then follows with a punch combination, spinning around and knocking Cole to the mat with a right hook. ::
Krown: “So is Tedman in Sin City Knights?”
Murphy: “Probably.”
Krown: “Is Lacey?”
Murphy: “Sure. Why not? The membership changes more then the cast of American Horror Story, but is a lot less interesting to me, and I don’t even watch that show.”
Michael Rivers: “Nope, neither of them are."
Murphy: "Thought you were gonna shut up?"
Michael Rivers: “Figured someone who knew what they were talking about should say something constructive?"
::Getting to his feet, Cole is caught by Tedman and gets shot into the ropes. As he bounces back, Tedman catches him in a belly-to-belly suplex, hoisting him up into the air and letting him drop down hard. Quickly getting back to his feet, Tedman tries to seize the opportunity and runs to the ropes, goes for a springboard moonsault.::
Krown: “Tedman is a proud graduate of the University of China, Illinois.”
Murphy: “Isn’t that a cartoon?”
Krown: “Like he’d know.”
::At the last moment, Cole Hunter manages to roll out of the way. Tedman hits the mat. Cole picks himself back up and shoots the ropes, nailing Tedman with a dropkick as he gets to his feet and knocks him back down.::
Murphy: “No one wants Tedman as their thunder buddy, or near their children, or in their neighborhood.”
Krown: “But apparently, he’s replaced Craven, Fraser Freeman, and Quentin Sharpe as one of the people Silver Baron listens to as a trusted advisor.”
::Quickly moving into position, Cole catches Tedman and takes him down with a bulldog, then kicks Tedman onto his back and connects with a standing moonsault. He pushes Tedman down on his back and goes for the first pin of the match.::
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Krown: “You’d expect Cole Hunbter to be aggressive, given is name is Hunter, and he pretends to shoot the crowd during his entrance.”
::Cole looks at the referee, looking a bit surprised he didn’t get the three there. Getting back to his feet, Cole starts to pull Tedman off the mat, but Tedman fights back, throwing a few punches. He attempts to shoot Hunter into the corner, but Cole manages to reverse it, sending Tedman into the corner. However, Tedman manages to use the momentum to scale the turnbuckle and connect with whisper in the wind, knocking Cole down. Tedman quickly goes for a cover.::
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Murphy: “Tedman joins Jeszika Gautier in the proud UWA tradition of having the same name as someone in NEW, but being a totally different person.”
Krown: “Well it’s a better idea than having something, and combining it with something you ripped off someone else.”
::Tedman seems a bit surprised that Cole kicked out, but quickly refocuses and climbs the turnbuckle. He claps his hands together and gestures for Hunter, who is starting to get up, to get to his feet. Tedman leaps off the top rope for a missile dropkick.::
Krown: “He could save us some trouble and try to fly off a building.”
Murphy: “We’re not that lucky.”
::Cole manages to sidestep and locks in the figure four leglock. Tedman tries to endure the hold, pounding the mat, and not let his shoulder touch the mat.::
Murphy: “At this point, the cliché is to go on about how a lesser man would have tapped out by now.”
Krown: “Tedman’s too stupid. And I don’t mean to tap out. I mean in general, the whole concept is stupid. I don’t even know what he’s going for.”
::Struggling and fighting, Tedman manages to turn himself and Cole over. Hunter has no choice left but to break the hold. The two manage to get themselves up, trying to regain the feeling in their knees. ::
Murphy: “We would say it’s a smart strategy for Tedman to get Cole over, but even a chimp eventually gets square peg round hole.”
::The two men move towards each other. Tedman throws a combination of punches at Hunter. Tedman shoots Cole into the ropes, but Cole reverses and dropkicks Tedman through the ropes to the outside. ::
Murphy: “Outside is where a high flyer can be his most dangerous.”
Krown: “True, but it’s great to watch how they will kill themselves.”
::Following him out, Cole steps out on to the apron and catches Tedman with a hurricaranna, taking him down on to the mat. Grabbing Tedman, Hunter rolls him into the ring. Tedman manages to get to his feet. Cole slides in, getting caught with an enziguri from Tedman. He staggers back and lands, slumped over the second rope.
Seeing his chance, Tedman shoots the ropes and connects with a 619, knocking Cole flat on his back. Tedman jumps back into the ring and upon seeing Cole down, sort of jumps and dances like an idiot, hopping around and then does the worm, swinging his arms around and finally dropping a chop onto Cole’s chest.
Krown: “Upon seeing that move…I died a little inside. Like in my soul died.”
Michael Rivers: “Now you know how people listening to the two of you talk feel."
Murphy: "Seriously, do you like....want to get hurt?"
Michael Rivers: “Only on every third Friday by blondes. Sorry big fella."
::Tedman quickly goes for a pin, hooking the leg. ::
One…
Two…
T…Kickout!
Krown: “Seriously! If that worked and actually won Cole the match, he should just go home and kill himself.”
Murphy: “Harsh, but true.”
Krown: “It’s what the Rising Sun Dynasty did. At least I think that’s why we never saw them again.”
::Tedman looks to the ropes, getting back to his feet and running to the ropes. He jumps up, bouncing off ropes and springboarding into a moonsault.::
Krown: “So what’s the deal with Cole Hunter and Artemis? Is that is girlfriend or minion or what?”
Murphy: “She can be both.”
::At the last moment, Cole rolls out of the way. Tedman hits nothing but canvas. Hunter is right back on the attack, hitting Tedman with a flying clothesline and then knocking him back down with a dropkick.::
Murphy: “Well that worked out well.”
Krown: “For Hunter.”
::Cole catches Tedman with another dropkick, and then tries to shoot him across the ring, but Tedman reverses it and jumps up to catch Hunter in a hurricaranna, trying to take him down into the Crank, but somehow, Cole manages to reverse it into a powerbomb, driving Tedman into the mat, and drops down into the pin.::
One…
Two…
Thr…Shoulder up!
Murphy: “Tedman does not know the meaning of the word quit.”
Krown: “No really, he actually has no idea what the word means, along with several other words.
::Cole looks shocked that somehow, someway, Tedman kicked out of that. He looks at the referee, who confirms it was indeed a two. Hunter slaps his hands three times as if mimicking a referee’s three count. The referee once more confirms that it was only a count of two. Seemingly shrugging it off, Cole moves to Tedman’s legs, trying to lock on the EZ Ride Her, but Tedman starts to fight back, throwing a few punches, and somehow pulls him into a triangle lock.::
Murphy: “Huh. That happened.”
Krown: “Like Elmer Fudd and Wily E. Coyote before him, Cole Hunter joins the list of hunters to fall into their own trap.”
Murphy: “Although, more people care about Bugs Bunny than they care about Tedman.”
Krown: “Well Bugs was a Marine. Tedman once dreamed of joining the Justice League, but never got a response from all this letters and applications. But to be fair, he did not know they were fictional characters.”
Murphy: “Every time he comes to railroad tracks, he stops and walks them, looking for some guy in a black outfit tying women to them.”
Michael Rivers: “Heh."
Murhphy: "WHAT now?!"
Michael Rivers: “What? That was funny. Damn corky, calm down."
Murphy: "....."
::Hunter manages to grab hold of the ropes, causing the referee to order Tedman to break the hold. Both men manage to get to their. Tedmen goes for an enzugiri, but Cole ducks and pulls him right into On the Hunt, driving him into the mat and rolling through with the pin.""
Krown: “Oh he dead. That killed him. He dead.”
One…
Two…
Three!
::Cole Hunter rolls off Tedman and gets to his feet, raising an arm into the air. Murphy and Krown grab their titles and leave, allowing the announce team to reclaim their spot.
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner Collle Hunnnterrrr!”
Lula Davidson: "An impressive win for Cole Hunter here tonight.”
Jason Chase: “So does this mean Cole Hunter is in the running for the North American Championship?”
Lula Davidson: "I have no idea. That all depends on what happens to the North American Championship doesn't it?"
Jason Chase: “You know Michael, when its all said and done, those two are going to end up pounding you senseless.”
Michael Rivers: “They are gonna try."
Jason Chase: “And you think you can stop them?"
Michael Rivers: “Life is full of little mysterys Jason."
Lula Davidson: "Who the hell are you?"
Michael Rivers: “No one special. Yet, but i would mind your P's and Q's."
Lula Davidson: "Well....up next we were supposed to see Lacey take on Dickie Tramel but....."
Michael Rivers: “Let me guess.....they aren't here either?"
Lula Davidson: "They are not. As I understand it, they ended up on a flight to North Carolina......"
Michael Rivers: “And I was so looking forward to more nut shots.."
::The camera took the feed to the backstage where Sentinel was getting ready for his match back in the locker room area, Sentinel seems a little calmer than before. There's still a look of intensity with underlying fury on his face but at the very least he isn't staring holes through walls or looking ready to punch a hole through someone's face. Not any more than usual, that is.::
Lula Davidson: "Guess that chat with Bethany Kenyon got some pressure off him."
Jason Chase: “Yippee. Everything's hunky-dory again."
Michael Rivers: “Don't be fooled, there is lava boiling in that man. All he needs is someone to release it.”
Lula Davidson: "You just love people suffering, don't you?"
::Jason laughs off that comment and it's easy to picture Lula rolling her eyes at her broadcast colleague. The funny stops when the door of Sentinel's locker room is knocked open and a livid Jeszika Gautier steps into the frame. She spares no words before walking up to the Destroyer and striking him across the face with a right hand! Every fan in the house lets out an 'ohhhhh' while Sentinel, more surprised than hurt, turns back slowly to stare down at the former World Heavyweight Champion.::
Lula Davidson: "What the hell was THAT about?!"
Jason Chase: “And can we see it again?!"
Michael Rivers: “....And that may have done it.”
::Jeszika stands there seething as Sentinel brings the back of his hand to his mouth and, seeing no blood, turns his attention back to his uninvited guest.::
Jeszika Gautier: "I know it was you, you sonofabitch! Admit it! You assaulted me from behind two weeks ago like a fucking coward! Where the hell do you get off?! How long have you been stalking us?! Do you know what I could have done to you?!"
Jason Chase: “Someone had an extra large bowl of Bitch Flakes this morning, huh? She DOES know that she's lucky to still be standing, right?"
Lula Davidson: "I think she's too angry to care! And Bitch Flakes? Seriously?"
Jason Chase: “Hey, that was funny."
::Coming around no thanks to a woman screaming in his face, Sentinel lowers his hand which clenches uncomfortably tight as a result of him trying to stay calm in the face of violent accusations.::
Sentinel: "I let you have that one because of our history, Jeszika. But if you don't turn around and walk away right now I'm not responsible for what I do."
Jeszika Gautier: "You think that scares me?"
::She gets even more up in his personal space, pointing a finger into his chest, growling out her next words.::
Jeszika Gautier: "If I catch you near me or my girls again, I wont be held responsible for what I do, either. And I assure you, I'm a excellant shot..."
Sentinel: "So you bust in here, take a cheap shot and threaten my life..."
::He counts off each infraction on the extended fingers of his right hand, then closes it tight enough to make the flesh whiten noticeably.::
Sentinel: "...and you think that scares me?"
::Lunging forward, he grabs Jeszika by the collar and shoves her back against the closed door. Where her eye level is right now, she's getting a close look at the stitched wound across Sentinel's throat and her eyes widen slightly before she remembers her anger. Besides, Sentinel getting down in her face so he can stare at her eye to eye has a way of acquiring one's undivided attention.::
Lula Davidson: "I think she went too far, Jason."
Jason Chase: “She's not known for being cool under pressure."
Sentinel: "Death doesn't scare someone with nothing to lose, Jeszika. Your threats and tantrums don't amount to a squirt of piss in my world right now."
Michael Rivers: “Everyone....has something to lose. Everyone.”
::He lets go and steps back, pushing a few black strands out of his face, forcing himself to calm down a bit.::
Sentinel: "Turn around and walk away."
::Jeszika growls again, her hands clenching to fists. She decides to use her brains in this situation and back down as emotions and stupidity weren't gonna get her far here.::
Jeszika Gautier: "Fine. You win this time."
::Sentinel snorts angrily, his lips curling back in a snarl.::
Sentinel: "'I win this time'? Fuck you, Jeszika."
Jeszika Gautier: "Oh, did I strike a nerve there? Boo-freakin'-hoo, buddy boy!"
::Two seconds after the snark leaves her lips, Sentinel's fist slams into the door not an inch from her head. A little to the right and there would've been a busted nose on the former World Heavyweight Champion's face. The war is evident on Sentinel's face as between rasping breaths he pulls his hand back, revealing a few small smears of red on the door's painted surface. He turns his back on Jeszika at that point, long past the ability to give a damn about retribution for the small scare.::
Sentinel: "Leave."
::Swallowing the lump in her throat that might have been her heart, Jeszika glances briefly at the red-smeared dent in the door and realizes she shouldn't wait to be asked twice. She yanks open the door and darts out, letting it slam behind her as the camera turns back to Sentinel. He brings up the bloody hand, staring at the split flesh with an expression of confusion.::
Jason Chase: “That...was close. Funny situation or not, if that punch had been for real..."
Lula Davidson: "Let's just be glad that it wasn't, huh? I just hope Jeszika got that out of her system."
Michael Rivers: “Whether she did or not....makes no difference, she unleashed the cork.”
::The camera shifts to the ringside area once more.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 396 pounds and hailing from West Union, South Carolina, Cameron and Shawn Worley, the CORNBREAD MAFIA!!!”
::Molly Hatchet's “Cornbread Mafia” starts playing and the two young southern brothers, Cameron and Shawn Worley, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go with whatever they got tonight.::
Lula Davidson: "We are in for a treat, we get to see our resident rednecks."
Jason Chase: “Love them or hate them, just don't forget the beer and chicleets.”
Michael Rivers: “.....seriously?"
Jason Chase: “Hey, they entertain me."
::The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms and the UWA Tag Team Championship belt raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised as he holds the title up into the air. The lights come back on.::
Jamie Hensley: “And their opponents, weighing in at 467 pounds, the current reigning UWA World Tag Team Champions, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, SANG RÉAL!!!”
::Krown gets to his feet, shouldering the title, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy, who keeps the title held up before draping it over his shoulder. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd.
The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose, raising the titles high above the crowd. Dismounting, the two hand the titles to the referee as they move to their corner and take their robes off.::
Lula Davidson: "You know, sooner or later, these two are gonna pound your head like a drum Michael?"
Jason Chase: “It's not cowardice to know when to retreat man.”
Michael Rivers: “It's not about retreat, it's about testing people."
Jason Chase: “That makes no sense!!!"
::The referee calls for the bell and Sang Réal attacks just before it sounds, crashing into both members of the Cornbread Mafia from behind. Murphy and Krown knock Cameron Wotley through the ropes to the floor. Shawn Worley hist the corner hard but Murphy makes sure he doesn’t fall through as well, grasping his left wrist to hold onto him. Krown steps away walking in a semi-circular motion as Murphy drives a knee into Shawn’s gut. Krown finds his mark and Murphy gives Shawn an Irish whip out of the corner. Krown catches him coming out for a back body drop. Just as Shawn hits the mat. Krown runs to Murphy who sticks his hands out like he’s gonna give his partner a boost. Krown uses Murphy’s hands as a springboard point and jumps up into a moonsault onto Shawn. Krown lands hard and holds for the cover, hooking a leg.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Krown sits up, takes Shawn’s right arm and looks to take a cross armbreaker. As Shawn tries to fight this, Murphy drops an elbow to his midsection. Shawn groans from the impact and Murphy rolls to Shawn’s legs, looking for a heel hook or anklelock. Shawn fights to keep them from gaining the double hold but Sang Réal are too fast and roll him over into a combination straight jacket camel clutch and cloverleaf. Shawn cries out in pain as the champions pull back hard enough to almost knock their own heads together. Cameron Worley climbs back up onto the apron and springboards up. Murphy drops the cloverleaf as Cameron launches himself, looking for a big clothesline. Murphy catches him for a big powerslam out of midair, holding him for a cover that the referee actually counts for.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::As Murphy starts to get up, Cameron pulls him down into an inside cradle.::
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REVERSAL!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
::Cameron and Murphy get to their feet and start trading shots while Krown stands up slightly, dropping Shawn onto his stomach. Krown releases Shawn’s hands as Murphy nails Cameron and Cameron fires back. Krown drops an elbow to the back of Shawn’s head and then reaches out for a crossface. Shawn gets a hand up to stop him and Krown looks for a LaBell Lock. Shawn keeps him from hooking him up and Krown starts smashing with hammerfists. Next to them, Murphy nails Cameron, Cameron fires back. Murphy hits him again and Cameron fires back. They trade shots, Murphy, Cameron, Murphy, Cameron, Murphy, Cameron. Krown tries to hook the hold again and Shawn rolls into a side cradle.::
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KICKOUT!!!
Lula Davidson: "Very nice back and forth action here."
Jason Chase: “What exactly are you testing for Michael?”
Michael Rivers: “Human interaction. I am curious how one person reacts compared to another."
Jason Chase: "Like rats in a maze....."
::Krown and Shawn start up and Krown takes Shawn over into a backslide.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Krown gets up and Shawn catches him for a drop toehold into a la magistral cradle.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Murphy and Cameron exchange a few more shots until Murphy looks for a big lariat. Cameron ducks it, hooks the arm and jumps up into a crucifix pin attempt. Murphy manages to block it, standing straight up. He goes to swing him around into a death valley driver but Cameron hooks Murphy's head as they go and turns it into a tornado ddt. Krown and Shawn get to their feet as Murphy hits the mt and Krown kicks Shawn low. Cameron goes to cover Murphy and Krown runs over, taking Cameron over into a rolling cradle.::
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SHAWN MAKES THE SAVE!!!
::As they stand up, Murphy jumps into the Wolf Fang Fist on Shawn. Krown catches Shawn coming back down and rolls him over into Checkmate. Cameron gets to his feet and nails Krown with Rock-A-Ho. Murphy loves in and hits Cameron with a Dropkick: Murphy Style. As he’s getting back up, Shawn comes through with To’e Up From The Flo’e Up. Shawn goes to cover Murphy.::
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KROWN MAKES THE SAVE!!!
::Krown pulls Shawn up and whips him across the ring. Murphy staggers up and they catch Shawn coming back for a wicked Off With His Head. Krown covers.::
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CAMERON MAKES THE SAVE!!!
::Murphy pounces on Cameron, looking for Murphy’s Law. Cameron reverses into a small package while Shawn pulls Krown down into the S-Lock.::
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3!!!
Murphy sits up in shock as Shawn releases the hold on Krown. Sang Réal get up and Murphy hits a Wolf Fang Fist on Cameron from behind. Cameron goes down and the champions catch Shawn for Toujours Pur. Cameron staggers up and the champions hit him with Toujours Pur as well.::
Lula Davidson: "The Mafia pick up the win!"
Jason Chase: "Bionic rednecks.”
Michael Rivers: “Impressive win by the Mafia here tonight indeed."
Jamie Hensley: “Here are your winners, the Cornbread Mafia!”
::The camera sends the feed to the backstage where it catches sight of Vince Jones walking down the hallway with Reno Banks, Jasmine Shelley, and Keshawn Jones by his side. All of a sudden reporter, Stephanie Miller comes around the corner to greet Vince Jones and The Entourage.::
Stephanie Miller: "Vince Jones, just the guy I was looking for..."
::Jasmine Shelley steps up to Stephanie Miller and looks her up and down.::
Jasmine: "Oh really? Well, I doubt my man was looking for you. So, how about taking a step back and letting us pass through because we've obviously got more important things to be dealing with than to be talking with someone like you. Aight?"
::Keshawn Jones steps forward and nudges Jasmine to the side as Vince Jones and Reno Banks watch, none too amused by the antics at the moment. ::
Keshawn Jones: "My bruh may not have been looking for you; but, a girl like you is just the type of lay a guy like me needs when you tryin' to be Mr. Right Now and shit. So what ya...
::He turns and catches sight of the camera. ::
Keshawn Jones: "Ahhh fuck! Camera's runnin' right now??"
::Stephanie Miller nods hear head in agreement as Keshawn looks dead on at the camera like a deer caught in the headlights.::
Keshawn Jones: "Lela, if you happen to be watchin' this shit at home I was just jokin' around with the girl."
::Stephanie Miller pushes her way past Keshawn Jones and stands next to Vince Jones.::
Stephanie Miller: "Anyways...I don't know if you know this or not; but, a challenge has been issued to you for a match against Silver Baron at Spring Slaughter in what would be UWA's first ever..."I Just Became a Bitch" match. That is if you were to accept..."
::Vince Jones cocks his head to the side in confusion and then turns towards Reno.::
Vince Jones: "What the fuck kinda match is that? "
::Reno shrugs his shoulders in confusion. ::
Stephanie Miller: "Well, according to Silver Baron the loser of this particular match becomes an employee of the victor until the next big event after Spring Slaughter..."
::Vince immediately snatches the dark shades on his face and raises them up over his eyes in disbelief.::
Vince Jones: (to Stephanie) "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoooooooa! Hold the phone here! You sayin' that two cats, Jonesy and Silva Baron, goin' into this match with one mahfucka comin' out this fight workin' for the otha mahfucka until Searing Agony and shit??"
::Stephanie Miller, a bit confused by Vince's slang tentatively nods her head.::
Stephanie Miller: "Uh...yeah. That's the gist of it all."
::Vince appears a bit amused by the premise and turns towards Reno Banks with a grin slowly creeping across his face. ::
Vince Jones: (to Reno) "So what she sayin' is that Jonesy agrees to this little match of Silva Baron's , whups the pimp's ass, and the mahfucka'd be workin' for V!"
Reno Banks: "Sounds about right, Vinnie J!"
Vince Jones: (to Stephanie) "Well, if it wasn't bad enough that V was already gonna be goin' into this fight lookin' to be the fuckin' antidote for Silva Baron by beatin' the the damn schizo outta his sorry ass..."
::Stephanie quickly cuts in.::
Stephanie: "Uh I think what you're referring to is MPD or Multiple Personality Disorder..."
::Vince Jones stops and just glares at Stephanie Miller. ::
Vince Jones: "Well thank you Miss Stephie Fuckin' Millah, for the clarification and shit! Did Jonesy say he was a fuckin' doctah? Does yo mans here look like a fuckin' doctah?? Hell nah! Jonesy merely said he the fuckin' antidote for his multiple personality havin' ass at Spring Slaughta! And you best believe that when the time comes Jonesy whuppin' Silva Baron's ass so hard to the point that you gonna see Oblivion come rollin' lookin' to get away and if push comes to shove Jonesy'll beat his imaginary ass and each and every last voice, alta ego, demon or whateva the fuck he got in his bitch ass too!"
::Vince slowly calms himself back down and nods his head as the gears start turning in his mind. ::
Vince Jones: "Imagine V. Jones adding a pimp to The Entourage. V can see the headlines now...Jonesy pimpin' out the pimp!"
::Vince chuckles to himself at the thought of it. ::
Keshawn Jones: "We'd have an endless supply of hoes for free, son! We'd be partyin' day and night..."
::Jasmine rolls her eyes at the thought of it as she leans to the side and folds her arms across her chest. ::
Jasmine: "Yeah...whateva!"
::Vince steps in front of Jasmine and nudges her to the side. ::
Vince Jones: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Fact of the matta, Jasmine, is that Silva Baron'd finally have to pay his dues! "
::Vince Jones turns and looks dead on at the camera. ::
Vince Jones: "You don't smack a mahfucka like Jonesy and think that he gonna simply forget that shit, son! The game don't work like that! So yeah! Oh V. Jones'll accept yo damn challege cuz when you fucked with V you should've known damn well that the consequences'd be comin' soona or laytah with hefty price tag attached! You best belieeeeeeve that! Silva Baron, you lose to the Jones and V gonna bring you to yo fuckin' knees! You shinin' boots, son! You fetchin' Jonesy and the crew some beer or take-out wheneva and from whereva! You chaufferin' yo mans and the rest of the clique here! You cookin' and cleanin'! You gonna doin' whateva it takes to make V. Jones feel like the king that he fuckin' is twenty fo, seven! "
::Vince Jones appears amused at the thought of bossing Silver Baron around.::
Stephanie Miller: "Now that all sounds fine; but, what if you were to lose?"
::Vince's amusement quickly changes over to slight concern as Reno Banks steps forward to answer Stephanie Miller. ::
Reno Banks: "Miss Miller, V. Jones doesn't deal with the what ifs. So, we're gonna pretend that you didn't even come up with a ridiculous statement like that. Right now my client's only concern is what's up ahead in the immediate future. Winner's win and V. Jones about to go out there tonight against Ashley Kenyon and do what he was put in this business to do..."
Stephanie Miller: "So, does that mean we'll be seeing Vince and Silver Baron in the ring at Spring Slaughter?? "
Vince Jones: "Mark that date on your calendar, Steph! Silva Baron will be Jonesy's bitch fa sho!"
::Vince raises his backhand towards the camera.::
Vince Jones: "That's right Silver Baron's gonna feel just how strong a real pimp hand truly is! 'Nuff said!"
::Vince Jones and The Entourage make their exit as Stephani Miller turns towards the camera.::
Stephanie Miller: "Well, there you have it. Sounds like we could see an explosion at Spring Slaughter between Vince Jones and Silver Baron...."
::The camera watches Vince heading toward the ring for his match and then sends the feed back to the ringside area.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City and weighing in at 269 pounds...The Violence...VINCE JONES!"
::A loud gunshot is heard blasting over the loudspeakers and throughout the arena. Next the sound of a live electrical current can be heard pulsing through the air as the voice of 2Pac breaks the silence.::
"Yo we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Bruh whatever you killahs want we bringing it
Thug Luv, bitch what time is it?
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch ass killahs
They ain't even knowing what type of killahs we is
Where my thugs at?
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, I know you mahfuckas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is here it is what you gone do with it"
::Bizzy Bone takes over with the lyrics on the track as Vince Jones suddenly bursts through the entryway curtains armed with his black, Louisville slugger baseball bat. Jasmine appears through the entryway curtains and follows close behind him. Vince Jones makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms and the baseball bat over his head, and flashes the hand sign of his old New York street gang, the EDW.::
"Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly"
::Vince Jones slowly makes his way down towards ringside while antagonizing and provoking each and every last person in the stands that he can during his stroll.::
"Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me killah they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little killa
Wit mine fuck dem killas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone killa believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland"
::Vince Jones reaches and enters the ring. He immediately climbs up to the middle turnbuckle where he raises his arms and the Louisville slugger in the air, and flashes the hand sign of the EDW once again.::
"Ha ha ha what's poppin' killa? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap killa, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me killa and you better kill me thug life baby"
::After taking in and literally feeding off of the hatred from the crowd he climbs down from the turnbuckle and readies himself for battle as the theme music slowly fades out.::
"Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv"
Lula Davidson: "Here comes Jonsey and the annoying Jason!"
Jason Chase: “I aint that bad yo!?”
Michael Rivers: “......."
Jason Chase: "Don't font Homie!"
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, from New Orleans and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is the UWA North American Champion...ASHLEY KENYON!"
::Black Spiders' “Kiss Tried To Kill Me” starts up. With lights dancing around, Nikki Peltier leads out both members of K.I.S.S. To the delight of the on-looking crowd. Bethany Kenyon sways slightly trying to tantalize and only tease a little while her younger sister, Ashley Kenyon, tries to make eye contact with every person in the place, hoping to tease them all into a frenzy. Nikki leads them to the ring where she walks to the center of the ring and points to opposite corners, upon which both sisters raise their arms, Bethany just standing there while Ashley dances a little for everybody.::
Lula Davidson: "On half of K.I.S.S And a woman who has been getting more and more unstable."
Jason Chase: “Drugs will do that yo.”
Michael Rivers: “I'm....going to kill him....."
Jason Chase: "Stop frontin!"
::The bell rings and the sound has barely finished before Ashley is rushing Vince, ducking under a big right hand and landing a few kicks to his right hamstring! She ducks another big haymaker and comes up with a series of forehand and backhand chops, lighting up the chest of Jones! But the big man isn't all that fazed by the stream of shots and grabs Ashley by the head, shoving her to the mat! She rolls back to her feet and runs past, going under a big clothesline and returning with a dropkick to the knee! Jones is down to a more manageable level and Ashley never stops moving, springboarding off the second rope and delivering a leg drop to the back of Vince's neck, sending him hard to the mat!
Ashley with the cover...::
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::...but Jones throws her off with authority, so hard that she's able to land mostly on her feet! That doesn't help a bit when he charges her, vertical before she expected him to be, with a massive foot extended. The blow is glancing as Ashley tried to move aside at the last moment, but she's still clipped by the Jaw Jacka. Vince steps in and hurls the half-his-size champion with a sambo suplex and goes for a lateral press of his own.::
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Lula Davidson: "Quick cover by Jones!."
Jason Chase: “Come on Jonsey!”
Michael Rivers: “Guy has all the talent in the world if he could just let go of this whole thug....thing."
Jason Chase: "What would you know about it whitey!"
::Ashley kicks out well before three yet she's quickly mounted from behind with heavy crossface blows rocking her a few times. She scrambles back, literally getting out from under Jones between his legs. He makes a grab for her but comes up with empty air before he gets a dropkick to the center of his back. He stumbles forward, turning around in a fury in time to have Ashely try to catch him with an enzuigiri. He lowers his head just in the nick, leaving Kenyon in a precarious position. Shoving her leg up, Vince inadvertantly gives her the thrust to flip and land on her feet at which point she nails a jumping twisting enzuigiri that drops him to a knee again!
An attempt at a neckbreaker gets Ashely shoved in the corner chest-first, and an avalanche charge from Jones doesn't help things one bit. He bounces Ashley's head off the top turnbuckle, takes a few elbows in retaliation, then repeats the gesture three more times until Kenyon is slumped over the ropes. Turning her around, he pushes her head back, talking some trash before backing off to get a running start. Two seconds to go and Ashley dives aside, Vince becoming hung up on the ropes when he can't halt his own considerable momentum. Ashely takes the opportunity to land a few more kicks to the right leg before trying a Dragon screw that she just manages to pull off. A knee bar follows but Vince's long arms let him reach the ropes and Ashley reluctantly releases at three.::
Lula Davidson: "Jason.....your white."
Jason Chase: “Not in my soul!”
Michael Rivers: "Oh, good lord."
Jason Chase: "That's how it is!"
::Keeping at the leg, Ashley manages to slow Vince a bit but the big man keeps on coming despite the decreased mobility. He turns her inside out with a rebound clothesline, taking a moment to try and pound some feeling back into his leg. Ashley does her utmost to stay on the attack with more kicks, then attempts a DDT. Jones counts on his power, raising up and throwing her off. The champion lands on her feet...and runs right into a T-bone suplex! Thrown most of the way across the ring, Ashley rolls out onto the apron to create some space only to be snatched by the hair when Vince reaches the ropes. A stunner on the top rope keeps things alive with Vince holding his throat as Ashley shakes off the assault. She bounds to the top rope and dives at Jones, having to change plans on the fly (literally) and roll upon landing when he drops down to avoid her.
A spear awaits the champion, who leapfrogs Vince at the absolute last moment. Catching himself at the ropes, Vince whips around and fetches Ashely nearly flush with a backhand strike. Knocked around from the blow, Kenyon is bent back by the hair and lifted before being dropped hard via The Silencer! Vince rolls into a cover with the leg hooked!::
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3!
Jamie Hensley: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...VINCE JONES!"
Lula Davidson: "Vince revenges his loss when Ashley took the title."
Jason Chase: “And now all Ma Boy needs to do is regain the title! Fo Sho!”
Michael Rivers: "You really are a moron...."
Jason Chase: "Well, atleast i am upfront about what i am."
::The camera's shifted from the ringside area to the backstage and what appeared to be a deserted hallway. As the camera focused on the deserted hallway a voice seemed to come from all around the camera. The voice was familiar and definitely male.::
Voice: “It is done. I am the Alpha and Omega. The beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give water, without cost from the spring of life.”
::The voice seemed to get lower deeper, as the phrase repeated over and over again. Each time getting slower and slower until the final time the phrase was repeated it came at a snails crawl. Obviously a prerecording being replaced back.
Then as the word “Life” was repeated over and over in that slow, machined voice the lights suddenly failed and the entire hallway was drowned in darkness. A minute, just sixty seconds the lights were out and when they snapped back on the hallway was filled with people. Dozens of them. And at their head was Danika Bayne.
The Harbingr wore a gown of sable and a gothic style mask covering her face with her blond hair in pig tails tonight. Behind the mask she giggled and then spoke in that muffled tone.::
Danika Bayne: “The Alpha and Omega. The beginning and the end. No. HE is Eternal. HE is timeless. HE predates all. And HE has spoken to us.....KYLE TRAVIS.”
::She spoke these words as a hell. But a controled one.::
Danika Bayne: “You want US? Then you have US. WE do not bow to the conditions of ants like you. You are a flea. A mild annoyance on the ass of greatness. You want US.....fine. Then you face US. My twin. Give us your answer by Mayhem.....How badly do you wan us Kyle? Will you walk into the jaws of the tiger?”
::If Danika could smile, she would be smiling as the lights faded and then immediately clicked back on and....they were all gone and the camera shifted back to the ringside area.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, wrestling out of New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at 130 pounds, this is ARTEMIS!!!”
::The light flash bright and fast as the music kicks in as Artemis struts out onto the stage. She glares at the crowd before she starts walking down the ramp.::
Evil—knockin' at my door
Evil—making me its whore
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine
Evil wants you to know
I'm much too young to be owned
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine
::As the Lyrics play, Artemis continues to make her way to the ramp. She slips in between the ropes pausing half way to scowl at the crowd. Once in the ring she stands in the middle and awaits her opponent.::
Lula Davidson: "Here we have Artemis, the protegee of Cole Hunter."
Jason Chase: "And many have asked why she is even in our main event, being so new.”
Michael Rivers: "Because of Sentinel. Are you....truly that stupid Jason?"
Jason Chase: "........"
Jamie Hensley: “And her opponent, weighing in at 277 pounds and wrestling out of Valley Forge, Tennessee… this is SENTINEL!!!”
::The arena goes dark, static crackling through the PA speakers and across the big screen. A distorted siren sounds off and as it does rows of white lights cut on behind the stage's entryway. A tall, dark silhouette stands against them...::
"I got nothin' left and that makes me dangerous!"
::...and as the first lyric of "Dangerous" by Shaman's Harvest is belted out, the lights go up in a flash, showing Sentinel standing before the lights. He strides down the ramp alone, having a colder, more menacing look in the absence of Talon. Both hands gripping the ends of the heavy steel chain around his neck except when he's bumping fists with the fans en route.::
"Got no more hate...and that makes me dangerous.
No pride or shame...and that makes me dangerous.
Can't get knocked down...and that makes me dangerous.
My time is now...and that makes me dangerous."
::Sentinel ascends the steps and climbs onto the turnbuckles, looking out at the packed arena before dropping down into the ring.::
"I'm a grenade without reason, ready to explode...
I'm like a freight locomotive, steamin' out of control...
I'll make you a martyr, boy, step in line...
I'm a glutton for punishment, yeah, it makes me feel alive!"
::He drops the chain under the turnbuckles and takes off his cut, putting it under the turnbuckles before backing into the corner again, head lowered as he awaits the bell.::
Lula Davidson: "I don't see this match being good or Artemis. Already she has Sentinel, which is bad enough on it's own, but now she seems to have done something during the weeks leading up to this show to offend him."
Jason Chase: “Not to mention what happened with Jeszika earlier!”
Michael Rivers: "A angry Sentinel. Good for no one, but very intrigueing."
Jason Chase: "Intrigueing? No. Good for no one? Definately."
::The bell sounds and Sentinel punches Artemis dead in the mouth. Artemis falls back towards the ropes and leaps out at him, claws out. Sentinel catches her coming in with a nasty reverse knife-edge chop that drops her to the mat. Artemis clutches at her chest and Sentinel goes to pull her up, She pulls him down into an inside cradle.::
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ANGRY KICKOUT!!!
::Both get to their feet and Artemis gets in a dropkick to the knee. Sentinel staggers and Artemis gives him a step-up enziguri. Sentinel staggers forward a couple of steps and Artemis runs up behind him, jumping into a victory roll.::
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ANGRIER KICKOUT!!!
::As they start to come up, Sentinel grabs her with both hands at her throat. He tosses her like a rag doll towards the corner and then follows in looking for a big clothesline in the corner. Artemis falls to her knees and slumps out of the way just as the big man comes in. Sentinel crashes into the turnbuckles and staggers back, clutching at his own chest as Artemis rolls out to the edge of the ring under the bottom rope. Artemis grsb the top rope and slingshots herself into a spinning heel kick to the face that knocks Sentinel down. She pops back up and hits a standing moonsault.::
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SENTINEL KICKS OUT!!!
::Artemis goes flying off towards the ropes and Sentinel sits up. Artemis gives him a roundhouse kick to the back of the head and then goes for a dragon sleeper. Sentinel grabs her and stands up, Artemis ending up draped over his shoulder. He punches her in the face and then rolls her over across his shoulders into the Broken Road. Artemis reaches around and tries to rake his eyes. Sentinel just stares forward and drops down into a sitout backbreaker rack drop. Artemis falls to the mat and Sentinel covers.::
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ARTEMIS ROLLS HIM OVER INTO A CRADLE!!!
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REVERSAL!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
Lula Davidson: "The more and more this match goes on, the angrier Sentinel seems to become!"
Jason Chase: “One word for Artemis.....run!”
Michael Rivers: "It's like watching the Avengers....Hulk Smash!"
Jason Chase: "Finally he says something that isn't crytic bullshit!"
::As they get back up, Artemis goes for the Shutter. Sentinel blocks and spins her around into the Screaming Silence.::
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SHOULDER UP!!!
::Sentinel pulls her back up and goes for Talon’s Curse. At the top of the lift, Artemis kicks her legs out and reverses down for a cradle again. Sentinel blocks that and lifts her up into the Michinoku Driver end of Black Lightning. Artemis slides back over his shoulder into a dragon sleeper. Sentinel bridges to loosen the hold and Artemis drops into a death drop ddt. She rolls over to take a cross armbreaker and Sentinel is able to roll over as well. He grabs his own wrist, powers her up and brings her down into a vicious powerbomb. He covers, hooking the leg.::
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SHOULDER UP!!!
::Sentinel stands up bringing Artemis with him. He hooks her head and goes for the Black Sunset. At the top of the lift, Artemis thumbs him in the eye and looks for a modified Shutter. Sentinel manages to shove her off. She lands on her feet and he spins into her with the Dead End. Artemis goes down hard and Sentinel rolls her over, hooking the leg.::
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Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, SENTINEL!!!”
::Jamie has barely finished the post-match announcements before Sentinel takes the microphone from her and gestures for her to leave the ring. The fans are in a bit of an uproar, sensing that something may be about to go down as Sentinel walks to the ropes facing the ramp and stage. He's not just looking that way; he's glaring, as if he could stare a hole through the big screen. It takes a moment before he gathers himself enough to talk.::
Sentinel: "How quickly people forget what you've done for them when they believe that you're to blame for their problems."
::The smile on his face is hardly endearing. It's a toothy grimace above a set jaw and beneath cold gray eyes. Some of the fans don't like where this is going, responding with boos that have him shaking his head. Pushing off the ropes, the Destroyer paces back and forth, bringing the microphone back up.::
Sentinel: "Everywhere I go there are questions. People demand answers from me, decrying my actions and methods, never once stopping to think that, hey, maybe this is being blown out of proportion. Maybe, just maybe, we're making a scapegoat out of someone who has NEVER given us reason to doubt him."
::Finally coming to a stop, the Destroyer pushes a hand through his sweaty black hair, looking toward the lights.::
Sentinel: "Somewhere deep down, I get it. This place has been turned upside down a few times in its first year and it isn't getting better despite my efforts and those of others. Fans have a right to their opinions, don't they?"
::The crowd responds positively to that. Sentinel nods once, then turns and stabs a finger toward the stage.::
Sentinel: "But when it comes to the people who know me better than the fans do, who I've ridden the roads with, fought alongside and against...I WILL NOT be questioned by them! After where I've come from, what I've done, NONE of them have that right! So I'm going to make this simple!"
::He takes a seat on the middle rope and holds it and the top rope open, his free hand still holding up the microphone.::
Sentinel: "Anyone who wants to take issue with me, come on down. Don't be shy. It's already happened twice tonight, so let's get it ALL out in the open. But you make damn sure you hear this: you come to this ring with a chip on your shoulder?"
::His tone becomes akin to a snarl.::
Sentinel: "You're not walking away."
::It's not long before Jeszika Gautier music hits and she makes her way to the ring, mic in hand, Bethany kenyon trailing behind her trying to stop her and talk some sense into her.::
Jason Chase: “Okay, I'm all for someone getting in this whiner's face, but Jezzy here came within an inch of getting her face smashed in earlier tonight. Is it really smart to poke this big bastard in the middle of a tantrum?"
Lula Davidson: "Bethany questioned him too, Jason, albeit in a calmer way. I think her attempts at reason here are falling on deaf ears, though."
Michael Rivers: “As I said....one bad day.”
::Stepping back from the ropes as Jeszika stomps up the steps and enters the ropes, Bethany close by her side, Sentinel has his eyes locked on both the former and current World Heavyweight Champion. Jeszika demands a microphone of her own and wastes no time getting in the number-one contender's face.::
Jeszika Gautier: "You say you don't like being accused of things...but you realize that every single fucking shred of proof points to YOU being the one behind the roses, behind the creepy texts and the videos. Prove me otherwise and I will rest my case until then stay the fuck away from me and my family!"
::She is right in front of Sentinel by the point with a very worried and apologetic Bethany trying to pull her back. He lets her get it out of her system, but the Destroyer's a breath away from a meltdown if appearances are accurate. The snarling tone is back as he glares down at Jeszika.::
Sentinel: "I don't have to prove a goddamn thing to you, little girl."
::Lifting his right hand to show the back of it to her, the dried blood from the strike to the metal door is still apparent as he removes his black glove.::
Sentinel: "Now get out of my face before I give you a receipt for your cheap shot earlier."
Lula Davidson: "Bethany better get her out of there, Jason..."
Jason Chase: “Why? That big bastard doesn't have the stones. He couldn't hit his brother back after he took a free shot last time, so this is just smoke far as I'm concerned."
Michael Rivers: “And you know what follows Smoke Lula? An explosion.”
Jeszika Gautier: "Cheap shot? Bastard, you earned that fair and square...now tell me why now or prove to me that it's not you!"
::Bethany can be heard trying to tell Jeszika to calm down but the former champion is having none of it. Sentinel, despite the anger, is trying to fight back the urge to lash out.::
Sentinel: "Get the hell out of my face, Jeszika."
Jeszika Gautier: "Go to hell!"
::Rearing back, Jeszika launches for the second time tonight a right hand at the face of Sentinel. And for the second time the blow connects. This time, however, Sentinel replies instantly with the violence he's known for.::
Lula Davidson: "Dead End!"
Jason Chase: “She just turned a flip in mid-air! That was AWESOME!"
Lula Davidson: "The hell it was, Jason! Jeszika might be seriously hurt!"
Michael River: “Explosion. See? I knew he had it in him.”
::Having moved aside just in the nick, Bethany is in shock that Sentinel would strike down Jeszika in such a fashion. The fans are none too pleased about it either, booing the hell out of the Destroyer. Leaning over the fallen Arsenal member, he growls into the microphone.::
Sentinel: "I warned you!"
::Stepping in again, Bethany tries to pull Sentinel back and away from Jeszika, more to stop any further violence than to 'get physical' with the man she's to defend her title against. Yet when Sentinel feels someone grab hold of his arm, his reaction is immediate: another Dead End, this time to the World Heavyweight Champion!::
Jason Chase: “Two-for-two! Seriously, didn't anyone teach these women not to poke a pissed-off bear?!"
Lula Davidson: "She wasn't trying to poke him, Jason! She was just trying to stop him from doing something he'd regret!"
Jason Chase: “Looks pretty pleased with himself to me."
Michael Rivers: “Once you let that darkness in Lula.....it's hard to stop.”
::Which...isn't entirely true. It dawns on him after a moment who he just hit and Sentinel doesn't look happy with himself. Nikki and Craven charge the ring and get between him and their friends, though Sentinel backs off before they're even there, looking confusedly at his hands. At that moment, UWA Owner Olivier Georgio's music hits and he comes out onto the stage, not in the best of moods.::
Olivier Georgio: "That will do! Can we PLEASE get some help out here for our champion for God's sake?!"
::At his word, EMTs rush past, but the owner's eyes are now on Sentinel.::
Olivier Georgio: "What the hell are you doing, Sentinel?! Is this how a future champion is supposed to carry themselves, striking down people left and right without provocation?!"
Lula Davidson: "Technically, Jeszika hit him first..."
Jason Chase: “Twice, in fact!"
Lula Davidson: "But poor Bethany..."
Michael Rivers: “All is fair in love and war.”
Olivier Georgio: "I had intended to come out here and announce your title match against Bethany for the next pay-per-view, but if this is the kind of champion you're going to be, I may need to rethink that plan! However..."
::Calming himself even as Sentinel's eyes widen at the thought of losing his opportunity, Olivier lowers his voice.::
Olivier Georgio: "...that would be doing you and especially our fans a disservice. So this is how it's going to be."
::Craven and Nikki get the half-conscious Bethany and Jeszika out of the ring as Olivier continues.::
Olivier Georgio: "At the next Mayhem you, Sentinel, will team with Bethany Kenyon and Jeszika Gautier in a six-person main event against, let's say, Lacey Roberts and the UWA World Tag Team Champions, Sang Real. And if your anger gets the best of you again, causing you to sabotage the match or strike your partners, you will be stripped of your title shot!"
Lula Davidson: "That'll be an awesome match, Jason, but I worry about whether Sentinel can keep himself in check!"
Jason Chase: “He can't, and that's the beauty of it! And when he screws up we can get a real contender to take that title off Bethany!"
::The fans are certainly keen on the match as well as the stipulation, but Sentinel looks less than pleased. The last scene of the show is of Olivier on the stage and Sentinel's face on the big screen above and behind him.::
Lula Davidson: "That's it for us tonight! See you at the next Mayhem!"