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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:42:19 GMT -5
The lights in the arena begin to dim as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva starts to play. The camera pans around the arena to show the excited fans as they take their seats.
TOMMY ONIONS: I feel like we stole this theme music from someone.
JOSEPH GREER: I have no idea what you might be talking about.
TOMMY ONIONS: I don't really care. I'm just saying.
JOSEPH GREER: We have a great show for you tonight with two debut matches, a match for two out of the three titles in RSW, and Havok going for a gauntlet match in order to face Shane Mitchell in the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: I don't quite get the concept of XYZ. It's an organization instead of a single person?
JOSEPH GREER: That's what the paperwork says. Then we have Pequeno Dinosaurio making his debut.
TOMMY ONIONS: He's the son of Tyranosaur Guy.
JOSEPH GREER: Close, but that's not quite the name in question. I wonder who Havok will be facing in the gauntlet to get to Shane Mitchell?
TOMMY ONIONS: I would suspect that he will be facing one mopolyte after another.
JOSEPH GREER: You think it would be that easy?
TOMMY ONIONS: It is Havok so maybe not that easy. For him anyway.
JOSEPH GREER: Well, we're going to go down to the ring where we are getting ready for the opening match of the evening!
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:43:42 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: This match is the first of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first in this corner, the enigmatic XYZ!
In one corner we see a man dressed all in black from head to toe.
TOMMY ONIONS: Doesn't that look like the guy that attacked Andi Snow and killed-
JOSEPH GREER: We don't say that name! But...yeah. Hard to tell being dressed all in black though.
BOB MOONIE: And his opponent in this corner...the ever rock solid, Joe Beb!
Joe Beb dances in his corner as his theme song plays, the crowd seemingly mesmerized by his tent that he has pitched.
TOMMY ONIONS: With Viagra having dropped him, I wonder what he uses to keep hard through the match?
JOSEPH GREER: I have no idea, but I'm sure that you're going to ask. Just wait until after the show to ask him.
TOMMY ONIONS: Of course. I am a professional journalist!
JOSEPH GREER: My ass.
TOMMY ONIONS: I'm not shocked that your ass is. You talk out of it so much!
The bell rings to start the match and Joe Beb is quick to tie up XYZ in a collar-elbow lock up before breaking it to whip XYZ into the ropes. On the rebound, he hits a belly to belly suplex!
Joe is right there when XYZ jumps to his feet, hitting a short arm clothesline. Joe applies a single leg crab, really cinching in the hold. The ref checks to see if XYZ will submit, but he shakes his head.
JOSEPH GREER: Are we even sure that XYZ is a man?
TOMMY ONIONS: No boobies and a package down there. That's how you can tell.
JOSEPH GREER: I suppose.
With XYZ not submitting, Joe Beb releases the hold, and gets XYZ to his feet. Joe hits a kneebar drop and then goes into a spinning toe hold a few times before dropping an elbow onto the inside of XYZ's knee!
JOSEPH GREER: Joe Beb is being pretty dominant in this match tonight. I wonder what the difference is?
TOMMY ONIONS: I think that he was told that after he didn't even come down to the arena at the last show that he needed to turn up his performance or else he was going to be fired.
JOSEPH GREER: I suppose that would like a fire under someone's butt.
Joe Beb drags XYZ to the corner and pulls him to rack him against the ringpost. He slams the side of XYZ's knee into the post a few times before applying a corner figure four leg lock! XYZ screams in pain, the first sound that he's made all night. He taps out like a mother fucker, but the ref ignores him. Instead, the ref yells at Joe Beb to break the illegal hold.
TOMMY ONIONS: Too bad the move is illegal or else this match would already be over!
JOSEPH GREER: It's a good thing that the move is illegal. Permanent harm could be done with a move like that!
Joe Beb releases the hold and comes into the ring. He side steps the ref and drags XYZ into the middle of the ring so that he can apply a figure eight leglock!
It isn't long before XYZ taps out to the referee so that the hold is broken. Joe Beb stands to get his hand raised in the air while XYZ rolls around on the mat while holding a knee.
TOMMY ONIONS: You know what? This match has seriously missed out on all the dick jokes! What's up with that?
JOSEPH GREER: The match didn't go on long enough for them?
TOMMY ONIONS: HA! Not long enough. Good one!
Joe Beb makes his way to the back as the fans cheer him (and his erection) on.
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:45:25 GMT -5
JOSEPH GREER: We’re going backstage as Andi Snow arrives. Later tonight she will face Steve Murdock after a lengthy lay off following a heinous attack several events ago.
TOMMY ONIONS: Did we ever find that motherfucker?
JOSEPH GREER: No Tommy, we never found out who it was. Honestly I’m surprised you care...
From behind the booth, none would see the large toothy grin Tommy has thinking of the ‘clearing of the air’ between himself and Andi Snow.
TOMMY ONIONS: Why? I’m a very caring person I’ll have you fucking know! Besides me and Andi squashed that beef! We good!
Switching scenes now, the RioTron lights up as Andi Snow is seen casually strolling through the parking lot reserved for tech trucks and tour busses as she heads toward the arena’s entrance.
The crowd begins a swell of roses and cheers at the sight of the stunning athlete, fresh off of her sabbatical, as she breezes by crew members who call out their welcome backs and good luck wishes her way. She responds in kind, waving a well manicured hand in a manner only slightly more casual than that of a princess greeting her subjects.
A sight for sore eyes, Andi is outfitted in a cropped black leather bomber jacket over a white tank top tied up at the ribs to show off her right, toned, and tanned abdomen.
Faded blue denim cut off shorts sit low around her waist and end dangerously high on her thighs to accentuate her long legs punctuated by a pair of pristine white tennis shoes; a diamond charm bracelet dangling around one ankle.
Andi combs her fingers through the length of her signature caramel and chocolate tinted ponytail as it rests over one shoulder.
The sound picks up as Andi is in mid conversation with her friend Ellie, a slightly younger woman walking beside her, dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a tight black tank top.
Andi Snow: So then he texts me asking me to send him nudes...
Ellie: and?! What did you do?!
Andi Snow: I sent him screenshots of blurry pictures with loading signs on them then blocked his number.
Ellie: Classic!
The two break out in raucous laughter before Andi slides a small flask from her rear pocket and unscrews the top, taking a sip before passing it to Ellie who does the same.
??: If you and your friend wouldn’t mind, I’m meditating. I’m attempting to come to terms with what I fear is inevitable.
Both ladies jump slightly as the camera pans to reveal ‘D’ sat in a shadowy corner. Sitting cross legged, the enigma doesn’t even open his eyes as he finishes.
‘D’: Though it’s good to see you, so to speak. Welcome back.
The two young women stop in their tracks before exchanging puzzled expressions. Andi finally breaks the silence and turns to D, with a hand planted firmly on her hip.
Andi Snow: “I never went anywhere...and boy, I know RSW is a lot of things but I’m pretty sure it’s not a yoga studio but good luck with that.”
Again, giggling ensues between the two ladies who take turns drinking shots from the flask and passing it back and forth to one another. After Andi’s last sip, she squints her eyes and puckers her lips at the bitter taste of the liquor inside.
Andi: “gahhhh...how does this keep tasting worse?”
Ellie: “I don’t know. Maybe it’s spoiled. I got it from a bottle of something brown from my dad’s house.”
Andi: “I don’t think that’s how alcohol works...I think it’s just cheap booze.”
He sighs, shaking his head, yet ‘D’ still doesn’t open his eyes.
‘D’: This is a bad idea Miss Snow. I think you’ve had enough.
The tone isn’t judging so much as a sense of disappointment rings through his words.
The laughter comes to a halt as Andi straightens up a bit, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before clearing her throat to speak.
Andi Snow: Excuse me? Like, what are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be suspended or something?...Over here sitting in parking lots & shit...trying to tell ME how to live. You need to stand up so you can have several seats, sir.
Smiling, he nods, finally opening his eyes to look at the two young ladies before him.
He takes a moment to look into the eyes of Andi Snow. He doesn’t stay locked in too long, but long enough to see whatever it was he was looking for.
Something odd happens, ‘D’ laughs.
‘D’: Oh I’m not telling you how to live Miss Snow, I just make suggestions. But, you’re right...I am banned from the building...but we’re not in the building right now, are we?
Finishing with a smirk, he seems to take notice of Ellie for the first time.
‘D’: Do I know you? You seem...familiar.
Reaching her hand out, ‘D’ is surprised but shakes her hand as she introduces herself.
Ellie: Hi...I’m Ellie. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Sh-...
As if struck by a sudden realization, Andi’s eyes widen before she promptly cuts Ellie off.
Andi: Shivering! She’s shivering. Oh you poor thing here...
In one swift motion, Andi slides off her jacket before draping it across a confused looking Ellie’s shoulders then turning back to D.
Andi: This is Ellie. She’s my new home girl who came to wish me well on my first day back in the ring so I’m showing her around the place.
Nodding, ‘D’ remembers who Andi would be facing. Someone who dated a time he often looked back at fondly.
‘D’: I have worked with or around Steve Murdock off and on for many years Miss Snow. I implore you to take this match seriously. Believe me when I say that he will!
Almost exasperated, Andi rolls her eyes and groans at the statement.
Andi: “Of course he will...everyone around here takes every God Damn thing so seriously! I almost DIIIIIIIED a couple months ago but you don’t see me bumming everyone out. Come on, D...don’t tell me you’re lecturing me when you aren’t exactly the poster boy for self control yourself!”
Andi pouts her lips and pressed her fists to her chin, giving D the big ol’ puppy eyes.
Andi: “Come on D! Don’t be such a dick in the mud!”
Ellie: “ANDI!!!”
Andi: “STICK! I meant STICK IN THE MUD!”
The two girls stare at each other briefly in shock, but the damage has been done and soon they’re both cracking up and doubling over in laughter. They lean on each other for support, tears practically streaming down their cheeks.
Holding out as long as he could, he was odd, but human. Joining in the laughter, none of them notice they’ve been joined by a fourth.
??: What’s going on here?
Dressed for work and looking none too impressed to find her fiancée talking to two young ladies part way through the beginning of a bender, Alyssa Lucchi practically scowls at Andi.
With Andi holding her side still, laughing so hard that she doesn’t even make a sound, Ellie decides to clue in the woman unbeknownst to her on the situation.
Ellie: “Oh sorry...we were just.”
She manages to get out a few words in between gigglefits.
Ellie: “...Andi said...dick....in the mud...but she meant...she meant...”
But it’s no use, she could barely get the words out let alone make any sense to an outsider as she was overcome by laughter which was encouraged more by the spectacle Andi was making.
Andi: “Oh my god oh my god I can’t breathe. Oh Jesus that was funny..wait what happened?”
She asks seemingly nobody as she’s just become aware of Alyssa’s presence and manages to pull herself together a little bit.
Rolling her eyes, Alyssa sarcastically waves to Andi.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: Hey, just me again. You know, the woman who keeps finding you hanging out with my future husband...
‘D’ is still chuckling until he sees what was going on before his eyes.
‘D’: Alyssa...
Cut off before he could interject some wisdom into his fiancée’s bravado. And I’d head practically floats side to side.
Andi Snow: Wait, what? Are you fucking kidding me right now?
Andi sobers up quickly, as Ellie jumps in at her defense.
Ellie: Really Miss, I don’t know who you are, but Andi and I really didn’t mean any harm. We were just having fun and a good laugh, that’s all.
Turning her attention to the only non RSW employee, Alyssa’s head tilts toward her left.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: Exactly, you don’t know anyone here…and no one asked you sweetie.
Firmly planting her finger into the chest of Ellie, Alyssa isn’t done.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: You man got want to find better friends, maybe ones that aren’t running around half dressed and half drunk talking to other people’s…
Cut off, Alyssa’s sentence dies in the fury that suddenly confronts her.
Andi Snow: Who the fuck are you putting your hands on, BITCH?!
Andi interjects, slapping Alyssa’s hand away from Ellie and stepping in between the two of them as she gets right up in Alyssa’s face.
Andi Snow: You’re so fucking bitter for no reason. I told your know nothing ass last time that I didn’t have time for your bullshit but I have some time today if you really want to get down! Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking killjoy, your man wouldn’t be so depressed all the time. Fuckin’ ice box coochie havin’, dumbass bitch who shops at the clearance rack walking around here in last season’s Prada. Don’t think I didn’t notice the lipstick on your teeth either. Next time you address me, have your shit together or I’ll really give your knock-knee’d ass something to worry about.
Andi rolls her neck a little as she stares Alyssa down, hand on hip. After a moment of silence from Alyssa’s part, Andi smirks before giving her the classic “talk to the hand” move, mushing her palm in Alyssa’s face to push her out of the way.
Andi Snow: “that’s exactly what I thought. With your fuckin groupie ass. Move bitch I got shit to do...come on Ellie!”
She calls out behind her as she heads into the arena. Ellie shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head toward Alyssa as if to say “that’s what you get” before following Andi. Soon the two disappear from sight, Andi can still be heard shouting insults behind her.
Andi Snow: The nerve of that bitch. Can you believe her? Nasty ass blonde with her roots all grown out....” is the last thing she says before voice finally trails off.
Leaving the ‘happy couple’ at an odd juncture, ‘D’ still hasn’t bothered to stand up, looking up at his bride to be.
‘D’: You have nothing to worry about, you know that right?
Taking a deep breath she waits for him to stand, she calms down almost instantly.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: I know, there just something about her. Which brings me to, I need a favour.
Raising an eyebrow, as he locks eyes with her he can’t help himself.
‘D’: Anything.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: Teach me to fight.
‘D’: But that…you don’t want that.
Staring off where Andi and Ellie had just walked through, a determination RSW fans rarely see takes hold of Alyssa’s voice.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: But I do, I want to show them. Not just Andi, but everyone else too. I want to show everyone I’m more than a face, more than an interviewer…more than just your fiancée. I’m not some failed gymnast party girl. And I’m not coasting through because my deadbeat daddy is Shane Mitchell.
‘D’s’ eyes widen as he realizes what Alyssa has said. Ellie truly did look familiar for a reason. He had spent several events now trying to beat the young woman’s father half to death.
‘D’: Ok Alyssa, I’ll do it. We’ll start after tonight, but I have to go. I have work to do…and since I can’t go inside…I’ll see you after the show.
Kissing his bride to be, a quick embrace sees the enigma begin to walk away. His gait isn’t one of a man in a hurry, but it’s clear that wherever he’s headed now has purpose.
ALYSSA LUCCHI: K, I’ll see you after the show.
Entering the building, things transition back to Joseph and Tommy as they stand at the announce desk before a sea of rabid RSW fans.
JOSEPH GREER: Well Tommy, it seems as though things just got interesting! We could be looking at a couple new female competitors here in RSW!
TOMMY ONIONS: Alyssa hasn’t been much of a fighter but this Ellie chick being Mitchell’s daughter? She might have a future Greer!
JOSEPH GREER: It’s way too early to tell yet Tommy, but this could certainly make Pandemonium interesting! But we need to take a short commercial break folks, up next…we have our second match of the night as RSW newest signing, a luchador with enormous potential, Pequeno Dinosaurio takes on another competitor that we have high hopes for…Leon Dread! |
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:46:48 GMT -5
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!
’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.
BOB MOONEY: Introducing first…from the Jurassic Period…weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds….Pequeño Dinosaurio!
Practically slithering through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly coloured rookie técnico!
Dark green scaled scaled boots lead to a slight fade as his tights approach his waist. His mask is reminiscent of his father’s but just enough off to give him his own identity. He was the son of Tiranosaurio always, but tonight would be his in ring debut!
Making his way to the ring, Pequeño Dinosaurio is giving out high fives and stopping for children before bounding over the top rope with ease to enter the ring!
JOSEPH GREER: And this is our first look at Pequeño Dinosaurio! He has an amazing pedigree as the son of legendary Mexican luchador Tiranosaurio! Let’s see what he has here in his professional debut!
TOMMY ONIONS: A little small for a wrestler isn’t he? I been just because daddy was great doesn’t mean his pint sized son should get in there!
As Pequeño Dinosaurio poses atop the turnbuckle, ‘Walk the Dinosaur’ stops and he jumps down to take his place in a far corner of the ring to await his opponent.
‘Slip to the void’ by Altered Bridge begins and Leon Dread steps out to a chorus of boos.
TOMMY ONIONS: Why are they booing? He hasn’t even done anything!
JOSEPH GREER: If I had to guess, ‘Hell’s Soldier’ sounds a bit too much like Hell’s Bouncer for our RSW faithful.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…from Salem Massachusetts weighing in at two hundred at eighty pounds…he is ‘Hell’s Soldier’…Leon Dread!
Earning his jeers, Leon Dread ignores the outstretched hands of the RSW faithful as though their touch is holy water to a vampire.
Marching to the ring, the 6’5” Dread appears a giant when looking across the ring at the much smaller Pequeño Dinosaurio.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
JOSEPH GREER: Shawna calls for the bell and this one gets underway! Both the returning Leon Dread and the debuting Pequeño Dinosaurio will be looking to make an impact here Tommy!
TOMMY ONIONS: Pe…Pe…Peq…nope, can’t do it. Dino Guy it is, I can’t pronounce that shit!
JOSEPH GREER: Classy, you managed to insult his name and culture in one fell swoop.
Stepping out to center ring, Dread can be seen visibly chuckling at the size difference between himself and the not quite five foot five luchador.
JOSEPH GREER: And this highlights Pequeño Dinosaurio’s biggest problem here as he begins his career!
TOMMY ONIONS: What? That he’s a fucking midget? I thought those type of matches were considered ‘in bad taste’ in this snowflake PG era of pro wrestling?
Dread raises his hands indicating his request for a traditional ‘test of strength’, the six foot eight Leon Dread clearly aware his hands are well above Pequeño Dinosaurio’s possible reach.
TOMMY ONIONS: *laughing* Case in point Greer. Dread towers over this kid!
Feigning lowering his hands several times, the crowd boos Dread as he does the unthinkable.
JOSEPH GREER: Now this is just disrespectful! Leon Dread is getting on his knees!
TOMMY ONIONS: Flashbacks to your ex wife at the staff party Greer? And of course it’s disrespectful, Dread is in a different league than Dino Guy based on size alone!
Dread gets to his knees and offers the same ‘test of strength’. Pequeño Dinosaurio lets the crowd cheer before reaching up, only to pull back at the last moment.
JOSEPH GREER: Pequeño Dinosaurio thinking better of this farce offering from Leon Dread!
TOMMY ONIONS: See?! Even Dino Guy knows he’s done fucked up!
Some fresh taunting from Dread draws a renewed chorus of boos from the crowd!
Finally having enough of Dread’s games, Pequeño Dinosaurio buries a stiff roundhouse kick to the head of the much larger man dazing him as cheers erupt from the crowd.
JOSEPH GREER: Pequeño Dinosaurio has had enough! What a kick! He’s off the far ropes…big drop kick! Leon Dread is wobbling, but still on his knees! Pequeño Dinosaurio isn’t stopping!
TOMMY ONIONS: So many ex wife jokes…so little time!
Rebounding off the ropes again, it’s obvious that the much smaller debutant has land to set an extremely fast pace in hopes the much larger man can’t keep up.
Using his speed as momentum, the rookie luchador snaps Dread face first to the canvas with a short hurricanrana!
JOSEPH GREER: Pequeño Dinosaurio letting loose with a series of drop kicks and a hurricanrana!
TOMMY ONIONS: I can’t believe this! Pint size might have a chance after all!
Staying moving, Pequeño Dinosaurio shows off his agility, practically running up the turnbuckles to stand on the top rope poised to strike like the prehistoric terror of the sky that adorns his mask!
JOSEPH GREER: He’s on the top rope! Let’s see what Pequeño Dinosaurio has up his sleeve!
TOMMY ONIONS: I can’t say his fucking name, but I’ll admit, he’s fun to watch…
JOSEPH GREER: Top rope hurricanrana! No!!!!
Using his size and strength, Dread follows through with Pequeño Dinosaurio, slamming him almost through the mat with a vicious power bomb.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! What a powerbomb! He’s folded him in half!
JOSEPH GREER: Leon Dread May have just snatched victory from the jaws of defeat! The cover!
……………..One!
………………………………Two!!
…………………………………………………….Three!!!
BOB MOONEY: And the winner of this match…Leon Dread!
Dread gets up, shaking out the cobwebs ‘Slip to the void’ by Altered Bridge starts up again. Very nearly losing that match, Shawna Savante raises his arm as a defeated Pequeño Dinosaurio rolls from the ring!
JOSEPH GREER: Great showing by both men, Dread was able to pick up the win.
TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah! I mean things were going great until Dread got ahold of him!
JOSEPH GREER: Not taking anything away from Leon Dread, but I’m sure Pequeño Dinosaurio will be back. Tonight Dread is the victor, but a second meeting between these two could be an entirely different matter now that the highflier has those first match jitters out of the way!
TOMMY ONIONS: You’re right Greer, it could go differently! Next time he could put him through the ring!
JOSEPH GREER: As Leon Dread makes his way to the back, we still have lots of action still to come tonight including a winner take all match between our Anarchy and Legacy Champion when Senor Vinnie meets Isaiah Zepp later tonight! |
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:48:18 GMT -5
Backstage, Esmeralda von Krauss is pacing a meeting room with Big Ass Hank and several other members of security standing by. Smoke trails from Esmeralda's Egyptian cigarette as she walks.
ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You couldn't keep one voodoo-ninja-warrior-person away from Shane Mitchell! Why do I bother paying you schmutzige Hundes!
Big Ass Hank stands still as Esmeralda stops and presses a finger to his chest. He looks down at the floor.
BIG ASS HANK: I'm sorry, ma'am. Won't happen again. D won't get near Mitchell tonight.
Another security guard, John, raises his hand.
JOHN: Why don't you just fire D like you said you would do if he shows himself in the ring?
Esmeralda was about to continue pacing when she stops in front of John with a look of sheer disgust.
ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: And did he enter the ring?
JOHN: No, ma'am.
ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Then why on Earth would I fire him? I need him to wrestle Mitchell again at Pandemonium and maybe even again at Night of Champions. I just need you Idioten to do your jobs!
John looks to the floor like a child who knew he had done something wrong.
JOHN: Yes, ma'am. We will make sure that D doesn't get anywhere near the ring.
Esmeralda continues to pace, but stops in front of Big Ass Hank. She looks up to him and blows smoke into his face. To his credit, Hank doesn't cough.
ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: We are getting ready to transition fully to the XHF Network. They are going to allow me to visit my husband for the first time on video tonight. I can't have D disrupting everything! If D comes down to cause chaos tonight, I will replace you all!
BIG ASS HANK: Understood.
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:50:42 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...Andi Snow!
"No Tears Left to Cry" by Ariana Grande begins playing as Andi Snow makes her way out from the back to the cheering from the crowd. She waves at fans as she walks down to the ring, stopping to blow a kiss at Tommy Onions.
TOMMY ONIONS: Gawds, she's just so freaking hawt!
JOSEPH GREER: You just say that since she apologized for humiliating you.
TOMMY ONIONS: She's hawt regardless of if she apologized or not. I'm just freer to say so since I like her again.
JOSEPH GREER: I suppose that makes a kind of sense.
TOMMY ONIONS: That makes so much sense it on to dollas, yo.
JOSEPH GREER: What?
TOMMY ONIONS: Nothing.
BOB MOONEY: And her opponent...Steve Murdock!
"Evil Walks" by AC/DC begins playing as Steve Murdock walks out with his bag of goodies slung over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring to the boos from the crowd, getting into his corner where he begins pulling out one bloodthirsty toy after another. Shawna Savate walks over quickly and begins to council Steve Murdock (IE: tell him put the crap away).
TOMMY ONIONS: Steve thinks he gon fuck Andi up and not in the fun way.
JOSEPH GREER: I'm sure that this way would be pretty fun to Steve Murdock. It just wouldn't be right. This match has rules!
TOMMY ONIONS: Any match has rules. This match just has more of them than a hardcore match.
Steve Murdock puts the bag back in his corner with a bit of a pout. He turns around as Andi Snow runs across the ring and hits a whirlybird headscissors to take him down!
Andi jumps up, meeting Steve Murdock to whip him into the ropes. Steve comes back with a shoulder block that smashes her to the mat. Andi sits up quickly, but is belted in the jaw hard enough to send her back to the mat.
Steve does a standing knee drop, but Andi rolls out of the way! She stands up quickly and superkicks the kneeling Steve to the mat! She follows this up with a standing moonsault, but Steve gets his knees up to catch her. He dumps her to the side and rises to his feet. He eyes his bag of goodies, but Shawna Savate waggles a finger at him.
Steve pulls Andi up and begins the motion to whip her into the corner when Andi reverses the move. Steve slams into the corner and drops down to a sitting position. Andi takes off running, leaps, and begins slamming home a bronco buster for a few seconds before rolling backwards away before Shawna can yell at her.
Steve uses the ropes to stand up, but Andi starts running at her, and leaps to hit an avalanche frankensteiner. Steve holds onto her, takes a few steps, and power bombs her in the center of the ring!
JOSEPH GREER: Andi gives up about seventy-five pounds and four inches to Steve. He just manhandling her in the ring there.
TOMMY ONIONS: I'm sure that Steve would give her more than four inches to Andi if he could. Unless you know something about him that I don't.
Steve Murdock hooks a leg, going for the pinfall! Shawna gets into position!
One
Two
Thr-Andi kicks out!
Steve kneels up, grabs Andi by the ponytail, and whips the back of her head against the mat a few times. That is before Shawna steps in to make him release her. Steve stands up and backs away, watching as Andi slowly gets to her feet.
Steve goes in for a shoulder charge, but Andi turns and grabs him in a side headlock. She hits a running bulldog. She jumps up to the top rope, steadies herself, and hits a 450 splash before going for the pinfall!
One
Tw-Steve kicks out!
Andi is back up, going to the ropes as Steve stands up. She comes back from the ropes to hit a high crossbody! Steve holds on to her again, turns, and hits a power slam! He goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Andi kicks out!
Steve kneels up and begins to choke Andi out! Shawna is right there to get him to release her and back away. Shawna checks to make sure that Andi is alright while Steve slips into his bag to get a pair of brass knuckles on.
JOSEPH GREER: You would think that Steve is trying to get on Shawna's bad side!
TOMMY ONIONS: Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat and don't get caught!
JOSEPH GREER: You totally stole that quote!
TOMMY ONIONS: From who?
JOSEPH GREER: I'm not allowed to say.
TOMMY ONIONS: Then I didn't steal it.
Steve crosses the ring with his weaponized hand sort of behind his back until he gets to Andi. He decks her with the brass knuckles right in the mouth, sending blood splattering away from her. She drops to her knees and then flat on her face!
Shawna grabs Steve by the wrist, pulling up his hand to reveal the brass knuckles! She takes them from him and begins to signal for the bell to be rung when Steve gets on his knees with his hands in the air to apologize for breaking the rules.
JOSEPH GREER: Steve broke the rules of the match! This should be all over!
TOMMY ONIONS: Shawna looks like she might be giving in.
Shawna shakes her head no that she's not going to let Steve slide. Her decks her, grabbing the brass knuckles as she falls. He turns and hits the rising Andi in the mouth yet again, sending her to the mat. This time the bell is rung to signal the end of the match.
BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via disqualifica-
"Circus Apocalypse" by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Esmeralda von Krauss walks out from the back with a smile and an Egyptian cigarette in her foot long holder. She blows smoke into the air with a laugh as she stands at the entrance stage. A stage hand rushes to her side, holding up a microphone so that she doesn't have to hold it.
ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I know Andi can't hear me right now, but I know that she wouldn't want to win this way. Shawna! Restart this match as a hardcore match. Let Steve get out his precious little toys.
Shawna stands up, rubbing at her jaw. She looks like she wants to protest, but signals to the timekeeper to restart the match.
Steve gleefully grabs his bag of goodies and dumps them out in the ring. He grabs his kendo stick first and walks over to the bloodied Andi Snow. He nudges her with his foot, getting no response. He just shrugs and begins wailing on her back with the kendo stick, leaving welts. This gets a reaction as Andi rolls away and to her feet. She looks at Steve with anger raw on her face as she wipes blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.
TOMMY ONIONS: What's she going to do? Steve has the toys out now that this is a hardcore match!
JOSEPH GREER: Esmeralda is just watching the match with a certain amount of glee.
Andi rushes at Steve, ducking into a roll under a wild swing of the kendo stick, grabbing something from the pile of goodies. She stands up and throws a fireball full into Steve's face!
She runs to the corner with a half-blind Steve following. She hits a springboard tornado ddt out of the corner and goes for the pinfall!
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Shawna signals for the bell to be rung to end the match.
BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via pinfall...Andi Snow!
TOMMY ONIONS: You see that? Esmeralda looks pissed!
JOSEPH GREER: I would think so since she tried to taint the rules against Andi.
Esmeralda sneers as she flicks ashes onto the floor. She nods to the celebrating Andi Snow and heads to the back.
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:52:20 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: And first to the ring, the RSW Legacy Champion; hailing from San Diego, California. He weighs in as a slim two hundred and forty pounds; it is Isaiah Zepp!!
A short guitar screech leads to the thrashing of At The Drive-In’s “Governed By Contagions” A blinding white light shines chaotically around the arena as Isaiah Zepp steps foot onto the entrance stage.
TOMMY ONIONS: The Champ looks ready.
JOSEPH GREER: One of the champs.
A scattering of fans in the crowd shine their cell phone lights back to him as he looks out around the fans. He slowly walks down the aisle before stopping and looking at some of the signs in the ring. Isaiah climbs into the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckle. He removes his black hooded sweatshirt before throwing a fist in the air. He hands the belt to the referee before standing motionless taking in the atmosphere for a few seconds.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’8 and weighing in at 280 pounds! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!!! The Anarchy champion!! Senor Vinnie!!!
“Epic” from Metalachi hits as the camera’s turn towards the entrance way where we see Senor Vinnie walk to the ring carrying his faithful cactus Pete in his hands while wearing an Atletico Madrid Shirt. This can be met by a large sum of boos of the mostly ex Pat fans. Senor Vinnie stops halfway and unclips his championship belt and hoists it in the air before pointing towards Bob.
Senor Vinnie kisses his championship belt before walking towards the ring while arguing with his cactus Pete, who he puts down in his corner and continues the argument.
TOMMY ONIONS: Zepp is the underdog in this match no doubt about it. Can he upset the masses and come away with a win here tonight?
JOSEPH GREER: Highly unlikely.
As both men are in the ring, the referee sounds for the bell. Zepp and Vinnie meet in the centre of the ring as they circle one another before going at it head to head with a grapple. Zepp takes Vinnie over with a side headlock, but Vinnie pushes Zepp off into the ropes. Zepp comes running back at Vinnie, who avoids Zepp with a leapfrog. Zepp continues running as he bounces off the far ropes and catches Vinnie with a spinning wheel kick, but Vinnie catches his foot, and takes Zepp down with a dragon sweep! Zepp limps a bit, but springs back up and as he does, Vinnie charges in with a clothesline. Zepp ducks the attempt though and grabs Vinnie in a waist lock from behind. Vinnie shoots a few elbows back into Zepp's head, but Zepp ducks them as he launches Vinnie over his head and down to the canvas with a releasing German suplex. Vinnie lands hard on his head as Zepp gets back up onto his feet. Vinnie shakes off the suplex and is right back up in Zepp's face as the two begin exchanging punches. Zepp takes the upper hand forcing Vinnie back into the ropes. Zepp grabs Vinnie by the arm and sends him into the ropes. Vinnie holds on though and yanks Zepp towards, taking the man off of his feet with a standing clothesline! Zepp drops to the mat holding his head as the Anarchy Champion raises him to his feet and takes him over with a high elevated vertical suplex. Zepp goes down holding his back as Vinnie gets back up to his feet and mounts his opponent with clutching punches to the face. Zepp fights for his life, trying to get to the ropes, but Vinnie manages to keep in from moving. The referee begins to count as Vinnie continues pounding away at his face,
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TOMMY ONIONS: Come on ref, break up the hold. He's on the ropes.
JOSEPH GREER: That's his problem now isn't it?
TOMMY ONIONS: Way to show some compassion Joseph, hell at least I am doing a professional job here tonight for once.
JOSEPH GREER: Professional?
TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, like me.
JOSEPH GREER: Take that back, the only thing you’re professional at is being a pain in my ass.
TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t start those rumours again; I’ve only just got over the Windsor rumours.
Vinnie releases Zepp, getting up to his feet and taking a moment to catch his breath. Turning back around, Vinnie walks over to Zepp, and tries lifting to his feet. Getting Zepp up to his knees, Vinnie looks to pick him up to his feet, but Zepp nails Vinnie with a low blow that takes him down to the mat. Zepp gets to his feet and shakes off his pain as he begins stomping away at a helpless Vinnie. Forcing Vinnie over to the ropes from his boots, Zepp grabs a hold of the top rope using it for leverage as he continues to viciously stomp the hell out of Vinnie. The referee jumps into the fight, trying to force Zepp off of Vinnie, but Zepp shoves him out of the way like a rag doll as the fans give him major heat. Turning back to Vinnie, Zepp lays the boots into him again; using his feet to choke the hell out of him.
TOMMY ONIONS: He’s got a vicious side to him.
He turns and holds his arms up to the crowd. Vinnie comes up from behind with a chop block to the leg! Zepp drops to a knee as Vinnie applies a waist lock from behind onto Zepp. Zepp fights back with a few elbows that seem to have a bit of an effect on him. Releasing Zepp, Vinnie stumbles back a bit as Zepp turns around and nails Vinnie with a clothesline, taking him up and over the top rope to the outside!
JOSEPH GREER: Oh they both want to keep both belts.
TOMMY ONIONS: Wouldn’t you?
JOSEPH GREER: Okay.
Zepp is quick to follow as he steps foot out onto the ring apron, but before he can bring the other foot out of the ring, a fan jumps the ropes and seizes control of Zepp's leg as he holds him back. Zepp tries shaking him off, but can't seem to get the man to budge. Climbing back into the ring, The referee begins pounding away at the fan as he continues holding onto Zepp's leg. Rearing back with both arms in a double axe handle but the fan releases his hold on Zepp and runs off as security come running down the ramp way.
TOMMY ONIONS: Come on guys, leave this for the professionals.
JOSEPH GREER: You get what you deserve if you jump in our ring.
Vinnie is back on his feet. Reaching into the ring, Vinnie grabs Zepp by the legs and trips Zepp down to the mat. Zepp hits face first as his face can be heard smacking the canvas. Pulling Zepp out of the ring, Vinnie throws a wild punch to the side of Zepp's head. Zepp tries to block the punch and counters with a punch of his own, but Vinnie blocks and fires back with a knife-edged chop that sends Zepp reeling back. Rearing back, Vinnie nails Zepp with another knife-edged chop followed by yet another. Grabbing onto Zepp's arm, Vinnie whips him across the floor, but Zepp reverses as he sends Vinnie into the ring steps! SLAM! Vinnie topples onto his side after hitting the cold hard steel with Zepp in hot pursuit. Zepp runs over to Vinnie and he grabs a hold of his head and he slams it up against the unforgiving steel numerous times. Zepp picks Vinnie up and then he slams him back down onto the steel step. The ref finally starts his mandatory 10 count.
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Zepp dives into the ring quickly breaking up the 10 count and then he rolls back to the outside and he grabs Vinnie and he kicks him in the stomach and then he goes for a ddt but Vinnie blocks it and he picks Zepp up into the air and then he tosses him over his back and Zepp hits the steel steps. Vinnie picks Zepp up and he tosses him back into the ring. Vinnie follows him into the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: Damn it, we really need to get some more steel steps out here pronto. They are taking a beating.
JOSEPH GREER: So are Zepp and Vinnie. This match has gotten really violent, with that fan getting involved.
TOMMY ONIONS: He ain’t a fan, he’s a fucking moron.
JOSEPH GREER: Language.
Vinnie picks Zepp up and he whips him into the ropes and as Zepp comes running back Vinnie catches him with a spinning choke slam. Vinnie then picks Zepp up and he kicks him in the stomach and then he hits him with a ddt. Vinnie covers Zepp.
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Zepp gets a shoulder up and Vinnie grabs Zepp by his hair and he pulls him up to his feet and then he kicks him in the stomach and he puts his head in-between his legs and then he lifts up his body and delivers a huge Power Bomb. but as he is about to slam Zepp down to the mat, Zepp reverses the move with a hurricanrana. Zepp picks Vinnie up quickly and he connects with the Intermezzo and then he covers him.
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JOSEPH GREER: Holy crap diggity crap, Zepp pulls away with an upset.
TOMMY ONIONS: Vinnie put up a good fight and seemed to have the match won.
JOSEPH GREER: Zepp has both belts now.
TOMMY ONIONS: Holy crap.
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Post by vastrix on May 22, 2019 6:54:36 GMT -5
JOSEPH GREER: This is it! This, is the moment Eddie Havok has been waiting for! A chance! A chance to face our champion Shane Mitchell!
TOMMY ONIONS: A chance! A snowball’s chance in your ex wife’s pussy! In fact, there’s more of a chance of you beating Shane Mitchell tonight than Eddie Havok!
JOSEPH GREER: Admittedly, it’s a tough challenge Tommy. We don’t even know how many opponents Eddie has to defeat in this gauntlet to even get a shot at Mitchell, but you have to admire his determination!
TOMMY ONIONS: His determination aside, my guess is that he’s going to need to win more matches tonight than he’s won in the past year of RSW competition combined!
JOSPEH GREER: So, two then?
TOMMY GREER: *slow claps* Good burn Greer…
“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie begins to play as Eddie Havok enters the arena.
JOSEPH GREER: And there he is! Havok has long been behind this perennial underdog!
The fans give him a warm reception showing their intent to get behind the Greer’s proclaimed underdog here tonight. Havok wastes no time getting to the ring, either he’s eager to kick some butt or he’s eager to get this over with.
JOSEPH GREER: Time for the gauntlet to begin, who’s first.
ABCDEFG…HIJK… The alphabet song plays as the first opponent in tonights gauntlet emerges.
TOMMY ONIONS: Who the hell is that? His t-shirt says COW Mopper.
JOSEPH GREER: It’s CWO Mopper, he’s just spelt his own name wrong Tommy.
TOMMY ONIONS: Who?
JOSEPH GREER: I can understand your confusion. CWO Mopper was prolific in the old Fedwars network Tommy, he had more matches than virtually anyone else…and lost almost all of them.
TOMMY ONIONS: So, he was their Eddie Havok?
CWO arrives in the ring bouncing from one foot to the other in preparation for the upcoming encounter. Shawna Savante wastes no time in calling for the bell.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
Havok looks across the ring appearing to be most unimpressed by his first opponent while CWO continues bounding around haphazardly though gradually moving closer to Eddie. CWO suddenly screams something indecipherable and lunges at Havok only to be dropped with a stiff clothesline as Eddie reacts too quickly for him.
Havok stares at CWO and shakes his head in disgust as the mopolyte lays immobile on the floor. With a sigh Eddie places his boot on his chest.
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JOSEPH GREER: It’s over! CWO Mopper threw himself at Havok and the Sussex native laid him out cold! Now Havok has prevailed in the first stage of his gauntlet in comfortable fashion, we have to assume things will only get tougher from here surely.
With barely a moments pause, the second opponent appears at the top of the entrance curtain to the sounds of Bob Dylan’s Million Dollar Bash.
JOSEPH GREER: It’s Bash Mopson!
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh great, another squash…
JOSEPH GREER: I’ve never seen you so confident in the ability of Eddie Havok Tommy!
Bash Mopson struts to the ring. For a man who has experienced more loss than a grieving widow with a wooden leg he appears surprisingly confident.
JOSEPH GREER: We doubted Havok would even make it to Mitchell tonight. If this is the calibre of opponent he’s facing before Mitchell he’s got every chance of facing the champ in relatively fresh condition.
Shawna Savante signals to begin the bout.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
They lock up and Havok immediately twists Mopson into an arm wrench, leading to an arm bar before flinging him into the corner turnbuckle.
JOSEPH GREER: Havok putting on a bit of a clinic here! Sending Bash to the corner!
TOMMY ONIONS: Putting on a clinic!? It’s Bash Mopson Joey!
Havok follows up with a clothesline into the corner causing Mopson to slump held up the the ropes. Havok sends Bash back to the centre of the ring with an arm drag then drops an elbow on the fallen mopolyte.
JOSEPH GREER: Granted, this is easy for Eddie Havok, there’s literally no offense coming back his way so far tonight.
Havok stomps Mopson before deciding it’s time to showboat a little to the Valencian crowd.
JOSEPH GREER: He’s heading to the top rope
Havok flies. He leaps high, at least an extra three or four feet higher than his stance on top of the ring post before plummeting at speed towards a motionless Bash Mopson...but then Mopson moves!
JOSEPH GREER: Mopson has got out of the way Tommy!
TOMMY ONIONS: Wow, just wow, now Havok can’t even defeat a mopolyte with ease. *laughing*
Mopson starts bouncing around like a giddy child on Christmas morning as Havok clutches his elbow where it’s smashed into the canvas where Mopson was supposed to be. Havok gets to his feet and Mopson whips him into the cornerpost and as Havok staggers back towards him scoops him up into a body slam.
JOSEPH GREER: Mopson goes for the cover! What an upset!
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JOSEPH GREER: Bash Mopson…NO! Havok kicks out.
Eddie scrambles to his feet and starts laying the punches into Mopson. Mopson is forced backwards by the barrage that he fails to defend himself against and soon finds himself backed into a corner. Eddie hoists Mopson up and positions him for his fireman’s carry neckbreaker slam which he delivers knocking Bash Mopson out cold.
JOSEPH GREER: That’s gotta be it! Havok covers!
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JOSEPH GREER: Another one in the bag!
TOMMY ONIONS: Pffft, big deal! I mean, he still nearly screwed up against a mopolyte Greer. That’s more embarrassing than when I accidently sent that dick pic to you
JOSEPH GREER: That must have been embarrassing enough Tommy, no need to rub it in! And I thought we agreed to never mention that on air!!
TOMMY ONIONS: I couldn’t care less!! I mean it was probably pretty embarrassing for you to see what your cock’s SUPPOSED to look like!
Havok pushes Mopson under the bottom rope with his foot, discarding him like a pile of rubbish as the next competitor emerges
JOSEPH GREER: It’s Mopic Black!!!
Mopic raises his fist in the air and the crowd boo and cheer in equal number.
He takes two steps forward then raises his fist in the air once again eliciting a similar reaction to the crowd.
Mopic takes yet another two steps forward before raising his fist yet again. He does this again every couple of steps as he makes his way slowly to the ring, the crowd becoming more and more frustrated.
JOSEPH GREER: What is he doing here, he’s just repeating himself over and over and over again.
TOMMY ONIONS: It’s like he’s stuck in a loop Greer, he did something the crowd reacted to so he’s doing that one thing repeatedly!
JOSEPH GREER: He’s not even in the ring yet and I’m bored, the literal definition of a one trick pony!
Finally Mopik Black reaches ringside and climbs in - not before taking a moment to abuse a Mexican and a man in the front row wearing a Gay Pride t-shirt because he’s classy like that.
Havok doesn’t let Black settle as he immediately greets him to the ring with the Fall of Havok!
JOSEPH GREER: Mopik into the ring…Fall of Havok! Shawna calls for the bell!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
JOSEPH GREER: Havok has the cover!
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JOSEPH GREER: Just like that it’s over!
Mopic slides out of the ring and walks backstage doing his fist raises all the way getting more and more confused as to why repeating himself for the millionth time doesn’t get the appreciation it did the first time he did it.
The next competitor emerges to brooding Celtic rock as the fans begin to really get behind Havok!
JOSEPH GREER: Dagmop Riddick!!!
Dagmop walks slowly, ever so slowly to the ring. Making sure to milk his moment, his fifteen minutes of fame for all it is worth.
TOMMY ONIONS: Jesus H Christ can this guy hurry up? I’ve seen disabled sloths move quicker than him.
JOSEPH GREER: If there’s one thing we know about Dagmop Tommy it’s that he is technically very good. The other thing he is, is excruciatingly boring. We can expect this fourth stage of the gauntlet to last well into next week if Dagmop gets to set the pace!
Five minutes pass and Dagmop is still sloooooowly making his way to the ring. Eventually even Shawna Savante loses her patience.
JOSEPH GREER: Savante is starting the match Tommy!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
JOSEPH GREER: Senior referee Shawna Savante has waited long enough, she’s beginning to count Dagmop Riddick out!
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JOSEPH GREER: He’s risking being counted out if he doesn’t get a move on!
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JOSEPH GREER: Tommy?
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TOMMY ONIONS: zzzzzzzzzzz
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JOSEPH GREER: Wake up Tommy!
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JOSEPH GREER: He’s out! This round is over before it’s even begun and that makes it four straight wins for Eddie Havok here tonight! Other than a little pushback from Bash Mopson, Eddie is pretty fresh still!
‘Fools Gold’ by the Stone Roses plays
JOSEPH GREER: Oho things might be about to get interesting Tommy! This is it! That music can mean only one thing – The World Heavyweight Champion…Shane Mitchell!
Shane steps into the arena as Eddie Havok glares at him down the ramp.
TOMMY ONIONS: Big deal, he beat a bunch of jobbers and never was’, nothing to brag about! Look, the champ ain’t impressed!
As the tension builds between them, the crowd picks up on the moment, clapping leads to cheers and before you know it the whole place is rocking ‘RSW! RSW!! RSW!!!’
JOSEPH GREER: Mitchell may not be impressed, but listen to that crowd…
The crowd is on it’s feet! Cheers echo to the rafters! This is the moment he’s been waiting for! Finally he would get his hands on Shane Mitchell! Finally he could prove he deserved a chance at the big one!
JOSEPH GREER: …we have watched no one else evolve here in Riot Star Wrestling the way we’ve watched Eddie Havok evolve Tommy! This could be it Tommy! The night he shows them all the Journey has been worth it!
The crowd reaches a fever pitch as Havok motions to Shane Mitchell. Sitting on the ropes, Havok is imploring the champion to join him.
TOMMY ONIONS: I guess we can’t take it away from him Greer…he’s earned this asswhoopin’!
Shane takes his first step toward Havok’s destiny.
Finally…
JOSEPH GREER: Oh no! Not this! This can’t be good Tommy!
TOMMY ONIONS: Of course it isn’t good Greer, when has the lights going out around here ever been good for someone?!
A sickening crack echoes throughout the arena as more than a few fans scream, startled by the concussive force that reverberated around them!
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! Was that a gun?
JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think so Tommy! I have no idea what that was but I’m dying to find out! Get the damned lights back on!
TOMMY ONIONS: Shut up Greer, you’re ruining it…
A lone voice cuts through the silence. Carrying an energy that seemed to pass through the crowd itself.
???: Not while I am still owed my fair chance…
As the lights return, cheers and boos compete against each other as the crowd struggles to deal with the sight before their eyes, the challenger…the challenger that awaited Mitchell at Pandemonium…
The man that had been barred from the ring, forced off the show…’D’ stood above Havok. The black steel folding chair was practically bent into a V.
JOSEPH GREER: It’s D! D has laid out Havok!
TOMMY ONIONS: I’ll be damned!
‘D’: That match!
Smashing the chair down upon Havok once again!
‘D’: That championship!
Boos slowly over take the cheers as ‘D’ smashes Havok twice more before tossing aside the twisted metal that once was a chair.
‘D’: Was mine!
JOSEPH GREER: D has snapped! He’s taken out Havok here just as he was finally about to get a shot at Shane Mitchell and presumably his RSW World Heavyweight Championship. What a…
TOMMY ONIONS:…bitch! *laughing* But thems the breaks Greer. And snapped? Who said he wasn’t crazy this whole time?
Shawna head toward Havok only to be backed away by a forward walking enigma. The mere look in his eye froze the veteran referee in her tracks.
‘D’: Don’t…don’t make me do it Shawna.
The anger that had to be coursing through his veins softened for just a moment.
JOSEPH GREER: I can’t….
The rustling of a headset proceeds a cheer as none other than play by play commentator Joseph Greer dives in the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: Check it out Greer! Some idiot got in the ring! Greer? Greer? Oh shit!
Stumbling to his feet he stands between Shawna and the enraged challenger. Joseph has his hands up as he calmly tries to explain himself while giving Shawna a way out of the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: I gotta give my boy props here folks, but the second he sees she’s gone…
Shawna doesn’t even get through the ropes before ‘D’ grabs him, smashing him in the nose with a stiff elbow that sends a river of blood flowing down his chin.
TOMMY ONIONS: This is hard to watch folks…I mean I’m not going in there but damn this is hard to watch…
Snatching a reverse chin lock the crowd boos a little heavier was he spirals Greer to the canvas with a Twisted Truth!
TOMMY ONIONS: …oh shit! His finisher! Umm…shit…Greer usually does this part…ummm…the spiny thing! He just spiny thinged the hell out of Greer! He’s out!
Stomping on Greer, ‘D’ forces him from the ring as though the veteran announcer were garbage.
TOMMY ONIONS: And now he’s out of the ring too!
Pointing to a smirking Mitchell, the crowd offers a cheer once more. Would we get a preview of Pandemonium?
Turning his attention to a stream of EMTs shuffling past the World Champion. One group splits off to take care of the pile of crumple human that Joseph Greer had become. The other, made for the ring stairs to tend to Havok.
TOMMY ONIONS: Medics finally getting to my boy! Shit I know I kid the motherfucker is a pussy, but I have to say…he probably should have stuck to being a pussy!
Instead of stopping the medics, ‘D’ turns his attention to a Havok that was slowly returning to consciousness.
Dragging a limp Havok to his feet, ‘D’ spikes him down to the canvas with another Twisted Truth!
TOMMY ONIONS: Another spiny thing by ‘D’! Havok is bleeding! EMTs are trying to get to Havok…
Pushing away the first female medic, the second, a male…isn’t so lucky. A clean and lightning fast right hook connects and is followed by front kick to the body sends the unlucky young medic tumbling from the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: …except that one! That one needs a medic of his own! The medics are leaving the ring!
Opting to focus on Joseph Greer and their fallen friend, ‘D’ rolls to the outside grabbing a fresh chair and Bob Mooney’s microphone before rolling back into the ring.
Dragging Havok on his feet, blood slowly flows down his face as ‘D’ screams in his face!
‘D’: THIS IS MY TIME!
Before blasting him once again! The fans are split, but the noise pulsing through the arena is deafening.
TOMMY ONIONS: The medics are scared to get in the ring…not that I blame them…and I’m pretty sure Eddie Havok is gonna tall like Rocky Balboa after that one! The hell is he doing?
‘D’ opens the chair a little before placing it over the head of Eddie Havok.
‘D’: MITCHELL! Don’t make me end this poor, unfortunate soul...just walk down here and fight me!
Shane smiles, but offers little else. He makes no motion toward the ring and the enraged enigma within, nor does he leave, thoroughly enjoying the carnage that had transpired thus far.
The Champion steps aside and the fans cheer asBig Ass Hank and the RSW Blackshirts run to the ring but ‘D’ stops them in their tracks with mere words as his foot hover precariously above Havok’s neck.
‘D’: Whoa whoa whoa…gentlemen. Let’s not do anything stupid…Let me be perfectly clear...If any one of you even motions toward this ring, I’ll make sure he really does need a medic! All I want is him!
Pointing at Mitchell, the crowd’s roar threatens to blow roof off the arena!
‘D’: Show her Shane! Show her there’s still something worth saving somewhere inside you!
For a brief moment something weakens the demeanour of the Champion. For that one moment maybe Mitchell actually thought about it.
Taking two steps towards the ring, the crowd is foaming at the mouth. Only for Mitchell to laugh as he stops, raising the RSW World Heavyweight Championship above his head as two pairs of EMTs receive a slight pop as they disappear with Joseph Greer and the brave/stupid EMT respectively.
‘D’: Look around everyone…this is it! The moment you’ll all remember! Remember Shane…this is more on you than it is me!
Havok, ever the survivor, is slowly raising his head from the canvas.
‘D’ runs, leaping into the air to curb stomp Havok clasping the chair around his neck and drawing a collective gasp from the crowd!
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! That was awesome! Brutal, but fucking awesome!
A motionless Havok has the chair ripped from around his head by the incensed ‘D’, rolling over the former Essex Boy to look the unconscious man in the face, ‘D’ isn’t done.
‘D’: All you had to do was stay out of my business. That was all you had to do! And you couldn’t mange it!
Raining down a flurry of right hands, a bloodied and beaten Havok is getting pummelled when the crowd cheers…
TOMMY ONIONS: Havok is a mess! Wait it’s Alyssa!
Approaching her husband to be from behind as he continues to batter the defenseless Havok to a pulp…
TOMMY ONIONS: This is insane! Havok is out and ‘D’ won’t stop and now ‘Lyss is out her to try to talk some sense into…oh shit!
Grabbing his arm as he reads back to swing again, Alyssa, not being a fighter, was defenseless in her own right.
A spinning back elbow clips the long time interviewer and fiancée of the crazed enigma right in the temple, crumpling her to the canvas!
TOMMY ONIONS: Bam! Bitch goes down! I mean…oh shit, I hope Alyssa is alright! ‘D’ couldn’t have known…
The first to react might very well have been the Champion himself, cameras almost immediately show Shane Mitchell practically buckled over in laughter at the enigma’s misfortune.
TOMMY ONIONS: …and Mitchell’s laughing. Ok. *laughs before catching himself* ‘k it is kinda funny.
Taking this moment of shock to storm the ring, Big Ass Hank and the Blackshirts swarm the enigma and begin to drag him from the ring as a pair of EMTs handling their comrade return.
TOMMY ONIONS: This is insane! ‘D’ has laid out Greer and an EMT…and if that wasn’t enough, his own fiancée! *laughing* I know one guy not getting any tonight!
The final shot as Anarchy comes to an end is over the shoulder of a laughing RSW World Champion as the two EMTs join their lone friend left at ringside as they attempt to get past Big Ass Hank and RSW security to tend to the unconscious beauty and bloodied mess.
TOMMY ONIONS: It’s finally over folks, this clusterfuck is finally over! And Shane Mitchell finally made ‘D’ crack I guess...and Havok AND Alyssa Lucchi alongside my boy Joey Greer and some EMT dude all paid the price. For a busted up ass Joey Greer, this is ‘Sweet’ Tommy Onions and we out!!!! |
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