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Post by anthonycaffrey on Mar 25, 2021 20:07:01 GMT -5
Stanford: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FIRESIDE's Fuel for the Fire!
The hot crowd roars loudly for what should be a jampacked show. Walter Stanford gives the announcing a more airy, old school type of vibe, and his voice booms throughout the arena.
Stanford: Introducing first, to kick off things off by lighting the fire tonight, they are the FIRESIDE Tag Team Champions, they are Team USA, you know them as ‘Devilish’ Donny Deville and President Curtis Kanyon!
Wright: What a night we have in store for you folks! But of course there’s still something we gotta do before we get started! Park: That’s right, and I hear Fireside’s tag team champs have something special in store for us!
On the large monitor we see a faint glow pierce through an otherwise completely black setting. As it grows larger it appears to be a torch. It keeps nearing and a person wearing the flag of the United States like a cape is clearly carrying it. The song, “God Bless the USA” begins to fade in.
As the backup vocals take shape, images of crying, clapping people of all creeds are displayed. Images of war torn landscapes, tall mountains, and even a picture of a city skyline follow.
The chorus picks up again and focuses on the runner's face. It’s of course Donny Deville looking stoic and strong, tag belt around his waist. He stops momentarily to look over a bridge, wind sweeping past making his hair and cope float. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing onward.
The camera turns behind Donny now, revealing in the distance the arena. Lit up in all its majesty. As he makes some ground, we cut to several images of President Kanyon. One is his first inauguration, a small clip of him kissing a baby, and it ends with him eating some freedom fries. The man himself is then shown getting out of a limo, smiling proud and wearing a very fancy suit arriving at the same arena.
As the final chorus plays on, Deville comes out from backstage and starts jogging up some steps to the side. At the top of course is a huge pyre. Kanyon takes an elevator at the other end of the stage and waits for Don at the peak. When the Devilish one gets there, Kanyon claps, and Donny salutes before handing his tag team partner the torch. Kanyon then almost drops it but plays it off as he lights the pyre up.
The ball of flame erupts and pyro from it and the stage explodes catching most of the monitor on fire and various parts of the stage. Donny looks over to his partner and they lock eyes before removing their belts and holding them both above the crowd.
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, as our new ring announcer Walter Stanford said so elegantly, welcome to Fuel for the Fire! We’ve got a crazy good show for you tonight, alongside my partner UnJoo Park, I’m Oliver Wright. What are we looking forward to tonight UnJoo? Park: Our double main events see the FIRESIDE World and FIRESIDE Tag Team Championships being settled in a submission and a tables, ladders, and hammers match! We’re also crowning our first ever SPARK Champion between two of XHF’s highest profile women: Zolothach and Mistress Discipline! Wright: We’ve also got a little bit of a Rumble preview as one of the favorites, Jason Long, looks to battle the next contender to the world championship in Daku Suzuki! Park: And we’ve got some animosity tonight to be settled as The Syndicate battles Subject to Change for the XHF Tag Team Championships! Jesse Jamester and our owner Anthony Caffrey have been trading words, and tonight they’ll finally trade fists! Wright: And we’re going to kick things off with the world title match!
Stanford: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Submission Match is for the FIRESIDE World Championship! To win the match, you must make your opponent tap out and surrender!
The opening riff of “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson begins to play as lights flicker off and on. We pan across the venue as the song continues. The opening words begin as we see Otto come out from the back. He walks up to the stage before pausing and surveying the venue. He walks down the ring with his hands behind his back, walking around the ring as the chaotic instrumentals blare over the speaker. The crowd boos the challenger.
Wright: Otto Ritter scored a huge victory over Johnny Styler at Supremacy and followed it up with a win over Daku Suzuki to be in this spot tonight. Park: ‘Das Blitzkind’ has to be in a sour mood, having been made to submit already by the champion, but you have to remember his partners had ditched him and gotten injured. His dedication and respect of the wrestling craft will carry him tonight.
He walks up the steps and onto the apron before wiping his feet and entering the holy land. He takes a step into the middle of the ring before pointing up a finger to the sky and mouthing something in German.
The arena dims down to pitch blackness. Two male voices are heard saying, “EMBRACE … ETERNITY” The new video package for the reborn Nihilists plays on the big screen. "Saviour of Nothing" by Disturbed begins to play and a single light brown spotlight illuminates the stage. On the stage stands Gebin, hair flowing, wearing his light up Covid Mask and illuminated battle gloves. He raises his hands and the columns of LED light illuminate the stage in purple. Stepping into the brown spotlight walks Esmur complete with his luchador mask. He steps up and stares into the ring before looking out at the Fireside faithful. He is wearing a robe that is adorned with religious iconography from pretty much every religion, the symbols are all drawn on fire for emphasis. He pulls his robe off into his arms and tosses it at his feet as a column of red light illuminates it. This reveals his Fireside World Championship which he pats as he begins to move.
Wright: Our world champion won his championship in an Ironhorse Match against Misha Constantine back at Supremacy, and submissions have been a part of his repertoire for a long time. Park: Esmur has preached out inevitable eternity for Otto, attacking a perceived lack of killer instinct.
Finally, he pulls off his mask revealing his face and his trim brown hair and goatee. Gebin catches the tossed mask and nods to Esmur, heading to the back. Esmur rolls into the center of the ring and the spotlight illuminates his tights which are long and dirt brown. On the right leg is the Fireside name and a flame decal. On the left leg down the side reads Embrace and Eternity in two columns. His name adorns the seat of the pants. The song and lights fade back to normal.
Wright: An interesting decision to send Gebin to the back, tonight it’ll just be one-on-one. Park: Our champion called out Ritter about potentially being image-conscious, but I’d say that it’s Esmur worrying about it too much. If you’ve got someone watching your back, why wouldn’t you take it? Wright: He is working to be the poster boy for FIRESIDE, and is quite literally on this show’s poster -- but now we’re going to Walter Stanford for introductions.
Otto Ritter and Esmur stand across from each other as Stanford begins.
Stanford: Introducing first, the challenger, from HAMBURG, GERMANY, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is ‘Das Blitzkind’, he is OTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOO RITTTTTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRR!
Ritter doesn’t even acknowledge the crowd, waving off their booing.
Stanford: And the opponent… from ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI, weighing at 205 pounds, he is your FIRESIDE WORLD CHAMPION, he is ESSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR!
Esmur takes a long stare into his reflection, looking at the world championship. He gets more psyched up as he looks, handing it over to the referee. The crowd cheers loudly for him and gets even louder as referee Chris Mardinly raises the championship high. The bell rings.
Wright: Here we go! The FIRESIDE World Championship is on the line in our double main event to kick off Fuel for the Fire! Park: Who’s going to get the early advantage?
The bell rings and the pair lock up in the center of the ring for a traditional test of strength. The slightly smaller Otto Ritter quickly finds himself overwhelmed as Esmur pushes him back into the corner and keeps the pressure applied as Ritter is backed into the ropes. The referee begins counting for Esmur to get his hands off of his opponent, but Esmur is out to play the mind games early. Before the referee can reach the count of five, however, Otto Ritter delivers a hard european uppercut, knocking Esmur clean down and out!
Wright: Mercy! Ritter just got all of that uppercut! Esmur might be in trouble here! Park:If this was a match with pinfalls, sure, but Ritter has to force a submission if he wants to pick up the victory here! Wright: I think it counts if you knock your opponent unconscious, though!
Ritter wastes no time, immediately getting low to lock in a heel hook. The lack of reaction at first from the champion indicates that he’s been locked a bit loopy by Ritter’s right hand, but the pained words from Esmur show that he’s still conscious. He also has enough ring awareness to reach out and get his hands on the ropes to cause a rope break.
Wright: Esmur’s still with us, but not for long if Ritter trounces him like that again! Park: That’s the thing in a match like this -- Ritter will pull no punches on his way to becoming FIRESIDE World Champion. It’s a match with big stakes, and he’s going to give it everything he has to get it done.
Ritter respects the rules and lets go, but then decides to pull Esmur by the leg into the center of the ring, reapplying the heel hook. He bridges his body to bring extra pain and punishment to the hold as the crowd boos.
Wright: Ritter’s not letting up here, looking to take out the legs of the champion! Park: This is a brilliant maneuver here. You take out the champ’s legs, he can’t climb up the ropes to hit the Void, and he can’t kick you in the face with the Clarity! Wright: What about the Shatterscape? Park: I’m sure Ritter has a plan for that as well!
Ritter releases the bridge, bringing himself back down to Esmur’s level, mostly to shove his opponent back into the canvas and keep him from freeing himself. The world champion is in trouble as he looks for the ropes but has been moved too far away from them to do anything useful. He knows he has to straighten his legs to get himself free, and he rolls and pushes himself up, managing to free one of his legs. While Ritter’s still down, Esmur grabs his legs and twists them up, locking in a sharpshooter!
Wright: Sharpshooter! This is the move that destroyed Misha Constantine’s back at Supremacy, softening him up for Esmur’s big win! Park: Ritter may have screwed himself here! This isn’t looking good for him!
Esmur yells at Ritter to embrace eternity as Ritter’s eyes widen in pain. He has definitely dug himself into a hole as he’s now far enough from the ropes that he can’t quite reach them. He pulls himself towards the ropes, screaming out German curse words as he bangs into the mat in frustration. Referee Chris Mardinly asks him if he submits, but the challenger isn’t done.
Wright: They’re going to keep grinding each other down with submissions until one of them can’t take it anymore! Park: That’s the beauty of a submission match!
The FIRESIDE World Champion can feel his grip beginning to loosen as Ritter presses himself off the mat and uses the canvas to push himself forward into the safety of the ropes. He hugs the bottom rope as he makes it, causing another break as the crowd boos. Esmur releases the hold and looks down at the challenger, wishing he could keep the hold in longer. He has to catch himself against the ropes as well, his leg buckling from the extended damage having already been done by the heel hook.
Wright: Both men have weakened each other with their holds! Park: It’s hard to win a submission match if you can’t walk, and Esmur is feeling the ramifications of that heel hook, even having just gone on the offense with the sharpshooter!
Esmur takes the challenger by the hand and looks to lock on some kind of fist lock, but the challenger uses the ropes to flip himself over and then fall backward, trying to take him into the Blitzcombination! Esmur holds onto the ropes though, causing Ritter to smack his head against the back of the canvas!
Wright: Nothing doing there for the challenger! Park: You have to remember Esmur has been fighting on big stages like this for years now. It’s Ritter’s second pay-per-view match, and the experience differential is beginning to show here.
The champion forgoes another attempt at submitting his challenger in favor of just getting a few good stomps in. He walks around the challenger and looks for a prime spot to target on his legs, stomping on his thigh, then his kneecap directly, followed by his lower leg. A bloodthirsty crowd cheers as each stomp elicits a reaction of pain out of Ritter. The champion tells him again to embrace eternity before stomping on his kneecap once more.
Wright: The champion is sending a message here. Park: He’s taken his foot off the accelerator and planted it all over Ritter’s legs. If he locks in the Shatterscape, it might be a quick ending to the night for the challenger here. Ritter has to find a way back into this match.
Esmur looks at Ritter crawling towards the ropes and pushes on the bottom rope with his foot, keeping them out of Ritter’s grasp. He takes the ropes and climbs up on them, using the middle rope as a launching pad to drive a knee into Ritter’s spine.
Wright: This is getting a little hard to watch here. Park: The champion knows what has to be done to get his challenger to surrender. Ritter is fighting for the biggest prize in our company, he’s not going to just give up that easily.
Esmur gets down low, looking to lock in his version of the Koji Clutch!
Wright: Sensory Deprivation! This is the move that Ritter submitted to on last Inferno! If Esmur can just get this locked in, he has the match won! Park: Ritter’s not going to let that happen though!
Ritter pushes off the mat and rolls his whole body backward, creating enough space to dodge out of the way. Esmur comes forward in response, but Ritter absolutely clobbers him with a running knee strike into a step up axe kick!
Wright: Donnerdes Drohnen der Bombardierung! The thunderous roar of bombing and Esmur might be out cold! Park: A huge turn around there! But you can’t pin Esmur in this match, you’re going to have to make him tap? Wright: What’s the challenger got up his sleeve here?
Otto Ritter reaches down and grabs Esmur’s leg, contorting it as he gets low, placing it up around the back of his own head! Ritter adds to the pressure by stepping on Esmur’s face and applying pressure, stretching out Esmur’s whole body!
Wright: What are we looking at here? Park: A brutal submission known as the stretch muffler, but I’ve been talking to Ritter and he says he can make this even worse! Wright: How?
Ritter finds his footing and lifts himself back up to a one-footed position -- with the foot he was using to press down on Esmur’s face now locked around his throat, as he’s added a variant of the dragon sleeper to the hold! The crowd exclaims in wonder at seeing the impressive hold!
Park: Komm süßer tod! Come Sweet Death! Esmur’s been twisted and contorted like a slinky, and now he’s being choked out! Wright: This might be the end of his reign here, good luck getting out of this nightmare of a submission!
An upside down Esmur can feel himself being brutally choked out and turned inside out by the hold. He reaches out and flails wildly towards the ropes, looking for any kind of freedom, but he’s too far away from them. The referee asks him if he submits, and Esmur would shake his head no, but the leg wrapped around his neck restricts his movement in that regard!
Wright: He’s trapped! He’s locked in tight! Park: Das Blitzkind has incredible balance! He’s standing on one damn foot and absolutely bending a two-hundred pound man to his will!
Ritter screams in German at Esmur, but you can tell he’s screaming at the champion to submit or starve. The crowd’s booing only gets louder and louder as their champion is in deep trouble. Esmur’s unmasked face is beginning to go bright red as referee Chris Mardinly looks to call for the bell--
Wright: I think he’s calling it! I think the referee has to call it! Park: No way!
--but at the last possible moment, Esmur drives an elbow into Ritter’s back, knocking him off balance and down to the mat! The champion finally frees himself and takes a giant gasp of air!
Wright: Attacking Ritter’s spine pays off big for the champion, knocking him just off balance long enough to free himself! Park: But can Esmur capitalize?
The crowd wills the champion into continuing through their continued support. His face begins to return to its normal shade as he grabs Ritter’s legs, wanting to do nothing more with him. Ritter grabs onto the bottom rope, but Esmur rips him away from it, pulling him into the center of the ring.
Wright: Esmur talked about that killer instinct, and I think he’s going in for the kill! Park: Ritter can’t let himself get turned over here!
Esmur fights to turn over Ritter, but Ritter won’t go! He keeps twisting himself with Esmur, doing full rotations, but the champion will just not relent! Ritter goes to use his flexibility to bend backwards and free himself, but Esmur stomps down hard on Otto’s gut, allowing him enough time to turn him over and hook his legs together, pulling back and locking in the Shatterscape!
Wright: Esmur locks it in! Shatterscape! Park: Ritter’s in a bad way here!
The crowd rises to their feet! Otto Ritter’s face tells the whole story as he screams out in agony. Esmur is leaning back and contorting Ritter’s entire body vertically, causing all sorts of hurt. Ritter dramatically flails towards the ropes, but there’s no salvation coming.
Wright: He’s going to break Ritter’s back if Ritter doesn’t tap here! Park: I think he has no choice!
Ritter tries to see if he can use any of his agility left to twist and turn his way out of the hold, but it’s no use! He taps out!
Wright: It’s over! This war of attrition has come to an end! Park: The champ retains!
Stanford: Here is your winner, and STIILLLLL THE FIRESIDE WORLD CHAMPION, ESSSSSSSMUUUUUURRR!
Esmur has released the hold. He falls back into the corner and holds his neck, clearly showing signs of his technical war with Ritter. The crowd cheers loudly as Esmur is handed his championship and has his arm raised.
Wright: Otto Ritter gave it his best shot, but Esmur showed his experience and killer instinct were more than enough to overcome! Park: He’s well on his way to becoming the face of FIRESIDE, something you can tell he’s been working towards.
Esmur lowers the championship back down to eye level and has a good long look at it. He smiles at his reflection, and then turns to help up his opponent. As he goes to help up Ritter, the lights go out! The crowd buzzes, not knowing what’s going on.
Wright: Whoah, I think we might have just blown a fuse. Park: We are one of the most electric shows on the Network!
When the lights come back on, Ritter is gone!
Wright: What the-- Park: He was there just a second ago! What’s going on?
Esmur throws the championship over his shoulder and looks around. The lights go out again, becoming increasingly unnerving. A large Fuel for the Fire banner is illuminated over the entranceway.
Wright: This isn’t a series of outages, this is on purpose! Park: Someone is playing mind games with the champion!
As a familiar few notes of piano begins to play throughout the arena, the banner catches on fire! It burns away to reveal a new banner, and the crowd roars, suddenly learning who’s behind the music!
Wright: It can’t be! Park: They’re baaaack!
Wright: God help us all! The Feywild Figure has made their intentions known! Park: MAJESTY has their sights set on the FIRESIDE World Championship, and I would hate to be the champion right about now!
Esmur frantically turns around, looking for MAJESTY to strike. He’s left searching in the center of the ring as the lights come back on, with no sign of the mystical figure making a physical appearance. He looks up at the banner.
Wright: A future date with destiny set for the Nihilist? Park: Esmur’s still got to make it through Daku Suzuki next Inferno. To be honest, I think MAJESTY doesn’t damn well care who’s got the gold or not! Wright: I would hate to be Esmur right now!
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Post by anthonycaffrey on Mar 25, 2021 20:08:39 GMT -5
Stanford: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, from Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is the ‘KING OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING’, he is JAAASSSON LOOOOONGGGGG!
The speakers let out the beginning synth beats of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon and BABYMETAL erupts through the PA System as the lights shine a purple hue around the arena, the fans within the arena rain down with cheers with the lights shining down now with a purple hue and the one singular white spotlight continuing to shine down onto the entrance curtain. Soon, the entrance curtain pulls back, and out steps Jason Long- a smile on his face as he soaks in that crowd reaction.
"Hi, are you looking for the other side? Feel like nothing ever seems quite right? Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like You're corrupted? I need to know where your loyalties lie Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite? Do you really want to twist the knife In the belly of the monster?"
Wright: A big warm-up match tonight for one half of the New Age Killers, who have the wins tallied up to make runs at both the FIRESIDE and XHF Tag Team Championships. Park: I’m sure Jason will be keeping an eye on both of those, but I think you’re underselling him a bit. This is Jason Long, a former X-Crown champion, multi-time world champion.
Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the boos that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view. Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope.
"Kingslayer Destroying castles in the sky Kingslayer Forevermore the apple of my eye I'd sacrifice my life to find you Angel of the flame Kingslayer Come and collect us from the night"
Wright: He’s also being booed nearly out of the building. Park: Yeah, he’s come in talking about destroying FIRESIDE, of course he’s going to be booed. But this man is a Rumble favorite, and don’t you forget it. He was the first to declare, and he may be the last man in the ring come this time next month. Wright: He’s mentioned it being his legacy. Tonight, he’s going against a man looking to take the next steps in building his reputation.
Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again, slipping out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to talk to James Raymond, and then backs himself into the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
Stanford: Introducing his opponent, he is from Hamamatsu, Japan, he weighs in tonight at 245 pounds, he is THE KNIVES OF MOTORCYCLES, he is DAAAAAKUUUUU SUZUUUUKIIIII!
Rio Grande by Mezcaleros plays over the sound system as you hear the revs of the motorcycle as you see Daku ride out of the curtain and stops his Suzuki Harley style motorcycle that's got blue and black colours with his motorcycle club, The Cutting Blades name with a spider with knives all over it. Daku does his typical knife cut symbol with the fans booing him as he then continues to ride down to the ramp with flames coming out the side of the stage. He goes around once on his Suzuki bike before he stops it right on the right outside of the ramp and turns the engine off, placing his jacket onto it.
Wright: I’m now being told that Daku Suzuki will be taking on Esmur for the FIRESIDE World Championship on our April edition of Inferno. This is his chance to notch a big win and get himself fully ready for the opportunity. Park: He’s also got to be thinking about the appearance of MAJESTY and what that means for his own world title chances, but Suzuki is not to be overshadowed or overlooked. Granted, he walked out of the tag team match last Inferno, but that was to preserve himself for big opportunities like this one. Wright: Suzuki earned that shot at Supremacy by beating Deco on the big stage, and tonight he’s on another big stage for a match against a former X-Crown champion. A win tonight would greatly boost his stock around the whole Network, not just here.
Daku slides into the ring and closes his eyes to show his necklace of a knife and a motorcycle on it and does his cutthroat signal before spreading his arms. Daku then opens his eyes and takes off his necklace and drops it on the floor as Daku holds onto the ropes.
Wright: Daku recently spoke on the Network about his big dreams of running a motorcycle dealer here in the States and the challenges involved. It was eye-opening. Park: He also spoke about Long and how much he didn’t really know him. I think he’s in for an ‘eye-opening’ experience tonight. Wright: There’s the bell!
The bell rings and the signs that this match could get brutal are immediately imminent. Jason Long goes for a stiff kick straight to the head, but Daku gets an arm up and blocks. The force in which the biker responds with a swift throat thrust knocks Long down to his knees, gasping for air. Daku picks up Long in a sudden motion and tosses him out over the top ring rope, with both feet landing on the apron instead of the floor.
Wright: Daku throws Long to the floor-- nope, Long hangs on! Park: He might not be able to breathe, but the ‘King of Professional Wrestling’ is not going to be thrown to the floor that easily.
Daku Suzuki comes in and looks for a clothesline to knock Long the rest of the distance, but Long ducks the clothesline and uses the ropes to catch himself after delivering a leaping kick, knocking Suzuki stumbling backwards. Long follows up with a springboard roundhouse kick, leaving Suzuki tumbling down to the mat!
Wright: An aerial display from the former X-Crown champion! Park: Neither man is a slouch, and I have a feeling Long’s looking to beat some respect into his opponent tonight!
Jason Long looks to continue his assault on the Knife of Motorcycles, but Daku Suzuki uses the bottom rope to pull himself out of the ring! The crowd boos as Suzuki takes a walk, ignoring the trashtalk coming from Long and passing right by James Raymond. He actually starts fiddling with his motorcycle, ignoring referee Chris Mardinly’s count.
...ONE...
Wright: What’s Daku doing? He’s not leaving again, is he? Park: He does have a championship match already in the bag, he doesn’t need to win this match if he doesn’t want to!
...TWO…
Long shouts at Daku to get back in the ring, but Suzuki ignores him, taking the time to check his hair in one of the motorcycle’s mirrors. Suzuki moves out in front of the motorcycle and pulls it down the ramp so it’s closer to the ring, and you can see the moment Long gets an idea.
...THREE…
Wright: What’s on Jason’s mind here? Park: I think he’s looking to fly!
Jason Long gets a running start, bouncing off the opposite rope before leaping over the rope with a no-handed corkscrew moonsault--
Wright: Incoming!
--but Daku Suzuki moves out of the way, sending Jason crashing gutfirst into the windshield of Suzuki’s motorcycle! The crowd reacts loudly as the impact knocks both the man and the bike to the floor!
Wright: NO! Long just crashed and burned hard on the outside! Park: I’m not sure who or what is in worst shape there, but Jason caught the bike at a terrible angle!
The crowd is still chanting words that are inaudible as medical staff begin working their way out to ringside to check on Long. They have to be careful to step around the broken glass as Long’s ribcage has broken the motorcycle. His ribs are bleeding from the glass. Dr. Lagari implores the referee to stop counting as the medical team checks on the downed competitor. James Raymond checks on his partner, showing an obvious look of concern.
Wright: You can see in this replay-- Long got some impressive height on that leap, but Daku got out of the way just in time for him to smack into the motorcycle instead! Park: And you can see in Daku’s face that he’s pissed about the damage to the motorcycle!
The crowd boos loudly as Daku Suzuki shoves both James Raymond and Dr. Lagari out of the way and grabs Jason. Suzuki’s face is turning red in pure anger as he grabs Long by the hair and sends him crashing rib first into the ring apron, drawing more disapproval from the crowd.
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry about this! Surely a fine is coming Suzuki’s way after laying a hand on an official! Park: Daku is on the warpath right now, he’ll care when the fine hits his bank account and his goals of building up a motorcycle business, but right now he’s out for blood! Wright: But not like this! This is brutal!
Daku Suzuki grabs Long and throws him back into the ring, ignoring the loud jeers and booing coming from the socially-distanced crowd. Lagari tries to give him a few words, but the glare courtesy of the Knife of Motorcycles indicates that he’s not to be reasoned with right now. He climbs back into the ring and looks down at his opponent, mocking his ‘kingly’ status as Long tries to crawl towards the corner just to get a few moments to catch his breath. Suzuki grabs one of his legs and pulls him back towards the center of the ring, preventing Long from getting any space. He stomps down directly on Long’s midsection once more, causing Jason to cough loudly and pound the mat in frustration.
Wright: Suzuki may have felt a little overlooked coming into this match, but not after tonight! This is getting hard to watch! Park: Daku is sending a message tonight to everyone in FIRESIDE: stay away from his motorcycle!
Suzuki adds onto the punishment by dropping himself down to the mat and locking one of Long’s arms between his legs, pulling his head back and locking him into a crossface!
Wright: Crossface! The spider enthusiast has Long caught in his web, and this might be it! Park: We already don’t know what Long’s condition is as a result of his earlier injury, he might not be able to breathe, and this is only going to make thins worse!
Suzuki pulls back on the crossface and screams in Japanese for Long to tap out. The booing fans only get louder as Long bangs on the mat, not submitting but seemingly cursing his luck. He looks out to the ropes and finds himself a good distance away from them!
Wright: I don’t know how much longer Jason can survive! You can see his face starting to go red! Park: He needs to find a way out of this hold and fast!
Jason Long bangs into the mat again before beginning to pull himself along it. He works himself over towards the ropes and finally gets there, hooking his arm onto the bottom for a much-needed break. Daku does not relinquish the hold though, keeping it locked in for maximum damage!
Wright: Jason gets the break, but Daku won’t let up! Park: He has to be careful not to get himself disqualified here!
…ONE... …TWO... ...THREE... ...FOUR... Daku Suzuki finally lets go of the hold!
Wright: This went from a wrestling match tonight to a massacre surprisingly quick! Park: Suzuki knew what he was getting into tonight, but I don’t think anyone of us knew he had this in him!
Suzuki wastes no time in pinning Long!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...TH-NO! Jason Long gets his foot on the bottom rope!
Wright: This went from a wrestling match tonight to a massacre surprisingly quick! Park: Suzuki knew what he was getting into tonight, but I don’t think anyone of us knew he had this in him!
You can get the sense of an urgent frustration starting to build in Daku Suzuki as he kicks Long’s foot off the bottom rope. He goes for another pin, pulling him away from the ropes this time.
...ONE… ...TWO… ...T-NO! Jason Long kicks out!
Suzuki lowers himself down to the former X-Crown champion’s level and slaps him across the face, demonstrating a clear level of disrespect. The crowd boos this as the next challenger to the FIRESIDE World Championship pulls Jason Long back up to his feet, and it’s clear that Jason Long has been brutalized badly in this match. Suzuki wraps his hand around Long’s head, signaling that he’s about to go for a ride.
Wright: Throttle Cutter! It’s about to be goodnight Jason if he hits this! Park: What goes up…
Suzuki lifts Jason Long up by his face for the iron claw slam, but Long wriggles his way free, landing on his feet! Long slaps his leg as he delivers a superkick, knocking the big man straight down into the canvas!
Wright: Icon Kick! Icon Kick! The former Icon strikes in a big way, showing some signs of life! Park: Is it enough though?
Jason Long throws the arm over!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...Kickout!
Wright: One Icon Kick’s not going to be enough to put down Suzuki! Park: Credit where credit is due, I’m surprised Long could even fire off that kick, let alone stand!
Long pulls himself into the corner and uses the ropes to hike himself back up onto his feet. It’s the first real good look we’ve seen at this bloody ribcage before he puts an arm over it, doing his best to support himself. Suzuki is still down, crawling around on the mat as Long decides to pull himself even higher, finding a spot on the top rope. Suzuki gets himself back up and is in a bent position, which Long takes full advantage of, delivering a mushroom stomp to his spine!
Wright: Blood Dragon! Slowly but surely, Jason Long is coming to life! Park: And at the worst possible time for Suzuki! Suzuki needs to hit a big move and put him away pronto!
A bloody, angry, and determined Jason Long grabs his opponent and pulls him back up from behind, taking the dazed Daku into his grip and then launching him overhead with a snap dragon suplex! Long keeps the suplex engaged, pinning Suzuki’s shoulders down for the cover!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...Suzuki gets himself out of the pinning predicament!
Wright: Long drives home Inception, but only for two! You can get a feeling in this arena right now; all of the momentum in the world is firmly going Long’s way! Park: When he gets like this, he’s one of the most dangerous men in the XHF! Good luck defending the FIRESIDE Tag Team Championships, XHF Tag Team Championships against him, or throwing him out of the Rumble!
Long has regained enough of his breathing to be able to move his hand away from his ribs, and the first thing he does with his now free hand is use it to smack Suzuki upside the back of his head. He takes a look at the ropes and looks back at Daku, who is starting to get back up to his feet. He grabs Daku’s head and locks his arm around it before running up the ropes and flipping backwards, bringing him back to the mat with sliced bread!
Wright: Shades of Bobby Barratt with the Prodigal Arrival! This could be it! Park: The cover and the count!
...ONE… ...TWO… ..THR-NO!
Long rests against the ropes as the crowd reacts to what has turned into a brutal contest between two very competitive contenders. Ready to put his opponent away, he leans in the corner, slapping his knee. Suzuki is slow to get back up to his feet.
Wright: Are we about to see the Vanity Killer or the Devil Trigger? Park: Whether it’s a punt or a hard knee, this could be the end for Daku!
Long charges forward, jumping up and swinging his knee in his opponent’s direction, but Daku manages to avoid it and lock his hand around Long’s head! He lifts Long up high into the air, but Long counters with a tornado DDT, planting the big man in the center of the ring! He lays in the center of the ring, and both men are down!
Wright: Both men are down! This is the only match tonight that isn’t for a championship, but both men are showing that fighting spirit! Park: What’s it going to take though for either man to put the other away?
The crowd claps in appreciation of the match and to try to will either competitor back to life as they slowly crawl towards the ropes. Long is the first one back up to his feet, measuring and eyeing up Suzuki. The determined look in his eyes tells all.
Wright: Both men have fought hard, but we’re about to see one man’s vanity be put to an end! Park: I’m on the edge of my seat!
Jason Long gets a running start as he goes to deliver the Vanity Killer, but Suzuki catches his mid-section, swinging Long across his body and planting him in the center of the ring with a reverse STO!
Wright: Knife Cutter! Knife Cutter! Suzuki plants Long with a hard thud right in the center of the ring! Park: This could be it! The cover and the count!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...THREE!
Stanford: Here is your winner, DAAAKUUUU SUUZZZZUUUUKIIIIII!
Wright: A big win for the Knife of Motorcycles! Daku Suzuki just made a huge statement with that win! Park: Beating an X-Crown champion can do wonders for your career, and tonight the Japanese star did just that!
Daku Suzuki makes it back up to his feet. He has his hand raised by the referee, and he waves off the booing crowd, angry that he won. Dr. Lagari finally has the opportunity to address Long’s wounds and injuries, doing his best to keep a clear distance away from Suzuki. James Raymond also enters the ring, keeping Long protected from any potential further assault.
Wright: Dr. Lagari can now tend to Long’s injuries, I can’t imagine crashing into a motorcycle is any good for your health! Long fought his ass off despite the injury, but it just wasn’t enough tonight! Park: I’d like to see these two face off again some day, maybe without the bike right by ringside! Still, what a win!
Suzuki climbs the top turnbuckle and looks up at a banner with Esmur’s face on it. He points at the championship and mimes the belt being wrapped around his waist as the crowd boos.
Wright: Suzuki’s date with eternity is now set: on April 15th, he’ll be going against the Nihilist in the main event of Thursday Night Inferno for the FIRESIDE World Championship! Park: I’d sure Esmur’s worried about the return of MAJESTY, but if he’s not careful, Suzuki will be riding out with the world championship!
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Post by anthonycaffrey on Mar 25, 2021 20:10:14 GMT -5
Stanford: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for One Fall, and it is for the XHF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, representing Northern Pro Wrestling, weighing in tonight at a combined FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY pounds, they are the IMPERIAL CROWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, they are THE SYNDICATE, they are SCCOOTTT STEEEEEEL AND JEEEESSSSSSSEEEEE JAAAMEEEESTEEEEEEEERRRR!
"Snakes for the Divine" by High on Fire blares throughout the arena as the lights dim and pyros blast from the entrance stage. Out through the curtain walks the brute mass of the Northern Wall known as Scott Steel followed by the "Canadian Nightmare" Jesse Jamester. The fans boo these men loudly, knowing exactly who they are and that they should be feared. Their gold glistens in the spotlight as they walk down.
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, The Syndicate has arrived. Park: Scott Steel is a freak running out of a leash, and Jesse Jamester is as smart as they come. Together with former world champion Eric Dane, they form a team that has been tearing through NPW every other Tuesday, the Syndicate.
Steel walks down the entrance aisle vibrating with an electric hum, exchanging stiff fist bumps with those who offer them. Right behind, Jesse is all business, ignoring fans as he follows Scott who has picked up pace. Hitting the ring like a bomb went off, the thunderous weight of the two hitting the canvas sent shockwaves through the floorboards. Steel stepping over the top ropes roaring and jawjacking with no one in particular as Jamester slides in the ring and mugs.
Wright: Jesse Jamester has had some impactful, powerful words for Caffrey, and Scott Steel has the raw power and force to match those words. Park: They are definitely the toughest threat to the championships since Caffrey and Radu won them back in October. You know it, these fans here tonight know it, ad so do the champions. Wright: They say that ‘bad things happen in Philadelphia’, and tonight for these fans, it may be their hometown boy having the gold ripped forcefully away from him courtesy of the ruthless Jesse Jamester and the powerful Scott Steel.
VROOM.
VROOM. Wright: What the-- Park: Oh my God!
VROOM.
Stanford: And their opponents, RIDING IN ON EL GIGANTE, weighing in at a combined FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS, they are the XHF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, SUBJECT FORTY TWOOOOOO AND ANTHONY CAFFREYYYY, SUBJECTTTTT TO CHAAAANGEEEE!
The massive vehicle used in CAR by Tiny's Titans doesn’t pass through the curtain, as instead it's being driven in through an entrance to the side of the main stage. The driver known only as Clark mans the wheel in while Anthony Caffrey and Subject #42 ride in from the gunner positions, hanging onto the machine with one hand and raising their championships with the other. They are cheered as they hop off, beginning to work their way toward the ring.
Wright: Caffrey had told us he had a surprise for tonight, but I wasn’t expecting that! Park: There’s a lot of questions about this pair’s ability to work together as a team, but they at least have an entrance down! Wright: Yeah, I don’t know how much of a team this is, especially going up against a brotherhood like the Syndicate!
Caffrey and Subject march down to the ring side-by-side, the size differential obviously shown with how much Subject towers over Caffrey. Caffrey is giving him last minute words and discussing the gameplan as they walk up the ring steps, with Caffrey pausing on the steps to point at Jamester and make a motion similar to breaking a wishbone.
Wright: There is no love lost between Jesse Jamester and Anthony Caffrey, especially with the former’s comments about Radu Matei. Park: With Radu having been put on the shelf and Caffrey needing a partner, Jesse showed up to Lord Dominicus’ gala and poked the bear about pulling the plug on Radu. That didn’t sit well with the Purple Emperor. Wright: Jesse has vowed to burn down the false dynasty of Subject to Change while putting the final touches of his legacy. Park: And if there’s any team that can do that these days, again, it’s the Syndicate. Wright: Here we go, the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions against the XHF Tag Team Championships, with the biggest prize in all of tag team wrestling on the line.
Anthony Caffrey has volunteered to start for the newly-christened Subject to Change. In the opposite corner, after a bid of chiding from the champion, Jesse Jamester steps off the apron and steps into the ring, deciding to start instead of Scott Steel. The bell rings, and the match is on. Immediately, the match starts as a brutal scrap as the two men meet in the center of the ring and absolutely begin wailing on each other with lefts and rights, much to the crowd’s approval. It is blatantly clear that neither man is pulling their punches, the two fierce competitors trying their best to punch a hole into the other’s face.
Wright: We knew these two had animosity, and we’re seeing it right out the gate as they trade blows! Park: This isn’t wrestling, this is a straight-up fight!
Suddenly, Caffrey retreats backwards, grabbing his mouth!
Wright: I think Caffrey just lost a molar! Park: We’ll have to see it on the re-- yes, yes he did! Jamester’s right hand just ruined Caffrey’s smile! Wright: The champion’s not going to be too happy about that!
Before a retort can occur, Jesse Jamester grabs Caffrey by the hair to bring about an abrupt end to the punching. He then whips Caffrey into the corner. The old veteran smiles as he walks towards the corner, then unloads with a chest chop that echoes throughout the arena. The Philadelphia crowd even lets out an instinctive “WOO” as Jamester peels his hand back and unleashes another one, quickly reddening the champion’s chest.
Wright: There’s decades of wrestling experience between these two men, but Jamester has around a whole ‘nother ten years than Caffrey! Park: And he’s showing it too, lighting him up like it’s the fourth of July in there!
After a fourth chop, Jamester lets Caffrey fall to the ground, where the FIRESIDE owner tries to crawl towards his corner to get some reprieve. Jamester doesn’t let this happen, instead taking the time to brutally stomp down on Caffrey’s fingers. The loud scream in pain gives Jamester an option to continue his assault, but he instead picks Caffrey back off the mat and drops him right back down with a russian leg sweep.
Wright: It’s rare we see a technician that can outdo the FIRESIDE owner, but the Canadian Nightmare has mastered the art in this business. Park: Look at the way he’s twisting Caffrey’s head, really torquing on that neck, knowing the champion has a history of neck and shoulder issues. It’s a brilliant strategy.
Jamester has both of his hands on Caffrey’s head, twisting it at an awkward angle to put as much pressure as he can on his opponent’s neck. You can hear the ring microphones picking up Jamester’s trashtalk, with him yelling at Caffrey that he’s nothing like him. The trashtalk begins to be overpowered by the sounds of clapping fans as they try to will Caffrey back into the match. The champion grabs onto the ropes to force a break and manages to get himself back up to his feet, but Jamester quickly delivers a snapmare and goes right back to the hold, this time a bit further from the ropes.
Wright: This has proven to be an effective method from the Nemesis Warrior, but what’s his gameplan here? Park: It’s two-fold: his finisher, the Jesterplex, is a wicked suplex neckbreaker, but what he’s also doing is killing the adrenaline of his opponent. These two started off with rapid punches and aggression, but he’s essentially put the champion in time out here.
Caffrey finally manages to hook onto the middle rope with his hand, forcing the break. Jamester, knowing that this match is one of the biggest opportunities he’s earned so far in his XHF career, only keeps the hold applied for three seconds instead of four, playing it safe to keep from getting disqualified. Satisfied with his early work, Jesse mocks the booing crowd and tags in his partner, the enormous Scott Steel.
Wright: We talked a lot about Jesse in the intro, but don’t forget about Scott Steel: seven feet and three hundred pounds of brute force. Park: Brute is definitely the operative word there. What he may lack in brainpower, he more than makes up for in firepower.
Before leaving the ring, Jamester grabs the legs of Caffrey and falls backward, launching him into the big man’s waiting mitts. Steel drops the Purple Emperor over his knee with a backbreaker, and the cameras capture the grimace in pain from the champion as the two challengers look pleased with themselves.
Wright: I don’t think anyone was expecting the total domination we’ve seen from the Syndicate here in the early-goings! Park: You’re half right, Oliver. No one was expecting this but the Syndicate themselves. They’ve come in strong and have managed to completely cut off Caffrey from his gigantic tag team partner on the apron. Wright: I want to see Steel and Subject mix it up. What a hoss fight that would be!
Steel is absolutely having none of that plan, picking apart the champion further at Jamester’s discretion. He scoops Caffrey up into a powerslam position with impressive ease and walks him around the ring a bit, even going one-armed at one point just to show off his power. He walks Caffrey back into an unmanned corner and then charges forward, dropping him on his face with snake eyes! Before Caffrey can even crumple down to the floor, Steel has bounced off the ropes, driving his gigantic boot square between his opponent’s eyes!
Wright: Mercy! This is starting to look like a slaughter out there! Park: Caffrey has to make it to his corner and tag-- here’s a pin!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...Caffrey kicks out!
Wright: Still present, but definitely off his game tonight! Park: You just can’t afford to be this off your game against a pair like Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester though. These are two men who will eat you for lunch and cash your insurance checks to pay for dinner.
Steel raises his arm in dominance as the crowd boos the Northern Pro Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions even louder. He looks down at the battered yet breathing corpse of Anthony Caffrey and decides upon his next course of action, taking a hearty bounce off the ropes before dropping a massive leg across his throat!
Wright: A giant leg drop from Scott Steel! Park: You can feel the hope being sucked out of this arena with every passing move!
Steel goes to press himself off the mat to get back up, but finds it weirdly difficult to move his leg. He goes to move his leg again and his eyes go wide as Caffrey has not only attached himself to Steel’s leg, but he’s also twisting his ankle!
Wright: The Process! The Process! Caffrey caught him out of nowhere! Park: Look at him hanging on to Steel’s leg! Scott’s caught and Caffrey knows it!
Anthony Caffrey has a possessed look in his eyes as he screams at Steel to tap out. The words that come out of his mouth aren’t exactly suitable for printing as he twists Steel's ankle, desperately trying to get the submission before things get much worse.
Wright: Caffrey's on the attack like a shark that smells bloods in the water! Park: Steel needs to get himself out of this hold as soon as possible!
Caffrey will not let go of the hold, resisting Steel's efforts to shake his leg and swat him off like a fly. The crowd rises to their feet, clapping and chanting "TAP!" at the giant of a man. Steel refuses to give in, but the ropes are clearly too far away for him to make a play!
Wright: He mentioned that every man has two feet, and Scott Steel is certainly no exception! Park: You're not wrong, but Steel might not know he should just tap out to end his suffering!
Jesse Jamester slides into the ring, dropping an elbow straight across Caffrey's face, breaking up the submission! The crowd boos as the referee chides him to get back into the corner, and Jesse is all smiles as he retreats.
Wright: Jamester with blatant disregard for the rules to save his partner! Park: You sometimes have to break a few rules in a match, and that was a great time to do it, saving his partner from further disaster! Wright: Caffrey didn’t get all of that Process, but he may have done enough damage to the giant to at least get out of this match! Park: Subject’s still the length of the ring away from him! I don’t know if I like his chances!
As Caffrey looks over across the ring at the possibility of tagging out to Subject #42, he spots the big problem blocking him from that goal: Scott Steel has gotten back up to his feet, and he looks pissed. Steele moves to run forward towards Caffrey, but stumbles on the twisted ankle, falling down to his knees, directly in the path of the champion! The technician gets a running start and tries to jump over a kneeling Steel, but Steel catches him into a powerbomb position!
Wright: Steel’s powerbombs have been the cause of more than a few concussions! If he plants Caffrey here, this one’s over! Park: The champ has to find a way out of this one!
To make matters worse, Steel rises back to his feet with Caffrey still wrapped around his head. He goes to lift Caffrey up for the powerbomb, but the Purple Emperor looks to wrap his legs around him and turn it into a triangle choke! Steel is forced to drop Caffrey to avoid being choked out, and the smaller competitor slides underneath his legs, diving for the tag! He gets it!
Wright: Tag made! In comes the 7’0, 325 pound former X-Crown champion! Park: This crowd’s on their feet!
Subject #42 starts off hot, charging into Scott Steel with their shoulder… and knocking into him! Scott Steel remains standing, confusing the hell out of the monster.
Wright: I don’t think Subject’s ever run into someone before who didn’t go down immediately! Park: We’ve got an unstoppable force vs. immovable object situation on our hands here, and the object is currently winning!
Steel plants his feet and gestures at the beast to make another go of it. Subject takes a few steps back as the crowd marvels at the spectacle. #42 charges again, but can only knock into Steel! Steel keeps his footing as the crowd gets even louder.
Wright: These two are built like brick houses! Park: I can’t believe Steel has stood up to two of these charges!
Scott Steel and Subject stare at each other, blinking. Subject lets out a giant ragh, and Steel follows with an even bigger roar. They both point at each other for a few moments.
Wright: Now this is what I wanted to see! Park: You and me both, partner!
Before Steel can make a punch, Subject gestures for him to make a run at Subject this time! The crowd is into it, yelling for Steel to oblige, and against his better judgement, Steel backs up!
Wright: I’ve got $20 that says Steel knocks over Subject! Park: You’re on!
Cameras flash in the arena as Steel charges forward… only to bang into Subject, with both monster and man still standing!
Park: Pay up! Wright: After the show, sure, but what’s it going to take to move either competitor?
Subject sticks an arm out for a test of strength but Steel is having none of it, kicking the beast in the gut instead. Steel goes to lift Subject up, but this is the first time in a while he’s having some trouble getting them all the way up. They settle for whipping them into his corner, where Steel then follows up by driving his knee into Subject’s gut. Jesse sticks his arm out for a tag and gets it, communicating an idea he has to the Syndicate strongman.
Wright: Jesse seems to have something planned here! Park: I think he wants to be used as a weapon!
Scott Steel lifts up Jesse Jamester and throws him at Subject #42, where he lands in a crossbody, knocking the beast off their feet! Jamester stays in position, pinning the champion!
Wright: That’s one way to get involved! Park: The cover and the count!
...ONE.. ...TWO… ...Subject gets a shoulder up!
Jamester looks at the monster in front of him and knows that he’s got to keep Subject grounded or else things will turn from bad to worse for him. He gets down low and wraps the beast’s legs around his own, locking him in a figure four!
Wright: The Devil’s in the Details! Vintage Jamester! Park: Now Subject’s the big player in this match with their legs in trouble!
Subject grabs onto the ropes before Jamester can do enough damage, angering his opponent. Jamester releases the hold, but then begins stomping the holy hell out of the monster’s leg, trying his best to cripple his opponent. He looks back at Caffrey and taunts him before keeping the stomping going. Subject retreats into a corner, not knowing it’s the one that Scott Steel is standing just outside of, and Jesse takes the opposing side, preparing himself for another big move.
Wright: He’s going to spear Subject into the corner with Half the Details here! This might be the last legs for the champions! Park: Not if Caffrey can help it!
Caffrey punches Jesse in the back of the head from his corner, drawing the ire of the referee. Caffrey holds onto the tag rope as the two men once again exchange words, with Jesse inviting him into the ring to get his ass kicked again. The champion obliges, stepping in through the ropes, but referee Chris Mardinly is quick to get in between them to keep things on the legal side of the match. The two continue yelling at each other.
Wright: Whatever happens tonight, I can tell that one of these two men is going to walk away unhappy! Park: The animosity is palpable, but the referee won’t let them at it!
Jesse Jamester turns his attention back to Subject #42, building up a head of steam and running in for the spear, only for Subject to dodge out of the way, forcefully sending him into the ringpost! As the crowd cheers, the camera catches the FIRESIDE owner smiling his showman smile in the corner!
Wright: The look on that face-- Caffrey baited Jesse to give Subject some time to recover! Park: One veteran outwits another!
With Jesse down in the corner, Scott Steel tags himself back into the match, and the two stare down again, before charging forward and beginning to strike each other with lefts and rights!
Wright: Hoss fight! Hoss fight! Park: These two are unloading on each other!
Subject #42 shoves Scott Steel away, and Steel bounces off the ropes to throw a big boot, but Subject gets lower and uses the positioning to military press Steel! Subject lifts the giant above his head, drawing camera flashes and loud cheers from the crowd!
Wright: Holy shit! Park: That’s 350 pounds!
Steel gets pressed to the mat below, and the crowd starts to get louder and louder!
Wright: I’m not sure Steel’s ever been manhandled like that! Park: There’s a first time for everything!
Subject lets out a giant “RAGH!” in the corner, only to get sideswiped in the corner by Jesse Jamester! Jamester lands the punch, but Subject’s had enough, slamming his head into the turnbuckle! Jesse hunches over in the corner!
Wright: Goodnight Jesse! Park: The unstoppable force is rolling right now!
Scott Steel is a bit delirious as he gets back up, only to find two hands wrapped around his throat! Steel clobbers the hands away and kicks Subject low, setting them up for the powerbomb!
Wright: Is Steel about to send Subject for a ride? Park: No way! No freaking way!
Steel goes to lift… then goes to lift again… but Subject gets lower, sending him up and over, where he crashes throatfirst into the ropes! Steel grabs his throat in pain and turns around, only to be finally knocked off his feet by a spear!
Wright: Spear! Spear! Subject finally topples Steel! Park: But is it enough? This crowd is on their feet!
Subject hooks the leg!
...ONE…
Jesse Jamester shakes himself out of the corner, entering the ring!
...TWO…
Caffrey charges across the ring, diving and connecting with the Closing Remarks, knocking Jamester to the floor below!
...THREE!
Wright: Caffrey preserves the pin! Subject to Change has done it! Park: The champions survive the Syndicate!
Stanford: Here are your winners, and STILLLLLL THE XHF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, ANTHONY CAFFREY AND SUBJECT FORTY TWOOOOOOOOO!
Wright: Wow! Park: I don’t know how the hell they survived that hard-fought match, but by the skin of their teeth they got it done!
Caffrey immediately tackle hugs Subject before the two can even be handed their championships. Subject lets out a hearty ragh as the crowd cheers loudly for the hometown hero and the monster.
Wright: What a match-- and what a night for the Syndicate! That is going to be a damn scary team in the XHF for a long time, and we saw that first hand tonight! Park: The NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions handed Subject to Change their asses tonight, especially Jesse Jamester! It’s weird to call a veteran a breakout star, but he was in full control for pretty much this entire match! What a performance!
Subject to Change have their arms raised by the referee. They bask in the glory and look at each other, two outcasts forming a team that somehow survived a brotherhood. Jesse Jamester collects his partner on the outside of the ring, staring up at Caffrey as he celebrates. The two men don’t share words this time.
Wright: Jesse may have laughest loudest during this match, but in the end it was Caffrey who laughed last! Park: You say that like this is the end of these two! They’re both in the Rumble, and I’m sure they’re going to want to kick each others’ asses there too. We haven't seen the last of these two, I can tell!
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Post by anthonycaffrey on Mar 25, 2021 20:11:04 GMT -5
“RAINBOWS” by Alice Nine hits the PA as the audience begin cheering for a theme they haven't heard in a long time. The Shining Star, MYOJIN, makes his way on the stage, wearing his signature shades and jacket as the cheers grow louder for the wrestler. He walks down the ramp with a microphone in hand and climbs into the ring as his music begins fading out.
Wright: The former XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion is in the house, finally firmly back in FIRESIDE after a long, long hundred day reign! Park: These fans are proud of MYOJIN representing our company, and you can tell they're happy to have him back here full time!
The former XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion slowly takes in the crowd's adoration, his smile growing. He raises the microphone to his lips but is interrupted by the crowd's chanting.
Fans: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
This causes him to take off his glasses, seemingly stunned a little bit- before he finally speaks up.
MYOJIN: It's good to be BACK!
A roar of approval rings throughout the arena as he paces around, placing his free hand into the pocket of his jeans.
MYOJIN: How is everyone? I hope you've been enjoying the pay per view so far! ...It's been a while, hasn't it? The last FIRESIDE show I had been on was that Inferno was in last December- where I won my first title in FIRESIDE, hell- in the entirety of the XHF Network! Though with the responsibility of being Junior Heavyweight Champion, I had to tour across the Network- fed to fed, showing why I am the best- Why this company that I represented is the BEST! I held that title for one-hundred and one days with three defenses- That's more days and defenses than ANY other champion in this promotion. Crazy, right? I guess you could say that I'm the Ace.
His happy and confident expression briefly faltered as he leaned against the ropes, facing the hard camera.
MYOJIN: But then I lost it.. I lost that title to Bloodied Fox- in probably the match of the year, the best Junior Heavyweight bout the XHF has ever seen… But you know what? I'm not upset. Do you know why? Because now FIRESIDE has my undivided attention once again.
MYOJIN: And I don't just mean the company, the titles, the opponents- I mean all of you- The people that had my back through it all when I was traveling across the world. You all supported me every step of the way. If it weren't for you, FIRESIDE would not be the place it is- I would not have been a champion in the first place. So, from the bottom of my heart, I thank every single one of you- for tuning in, for showing your love and support, for giving me a chance.
The audience began to clap and he smiled once more, moving from the ropes back to the middle of the ring. He tapped his smooth chin with the mic in his hand.
MYOJIN: But, now that I'm here again- Now that I'm here full-time… It begs to question honestly; What's next for the Shining Star?
His smile turned into a smirk. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.
MYOJIN: I could go for that world title and break my own defense record to show everyone that may have not been paying attention what I'm capable of- Or, maybe that Spark title, after all I do love a new pretty piece of gold. Maybe I'll call up some old friends to come here and help me take a crack at those tag titles too! The possibilities are endless, aren't they? I've left an impact on the entirety of XHF, but it's about time that I do the same here. So put your faith in me, give me another chance, and I'll make sure that FIRESIDE becomes the greatest fed on this Network!
MYOJIN: I won't run. I won't lose. I won't give up- and I'll never let you all down! Have a good night everyone!
And with that, he drops the microphone while raising his arms out as the crowd begin cheering again. He climbs up the turnbuckle to soak their positivity in. It felt good to be home--
Misha: No!!! No, no, no, no!!!
Wright: Oh come on! Not him! Park: What's he doing out here?
The crowd boo at the interruption to MYOJIN's speech, and that reaction intensifies when they see it's none other than Misha Constantine as the source. He continues talking as he strides down the ramp angrily, mic in hand.
Misha: Enough with this bullshit! I am the first and greatest FIRESIDE World Heavyweight Champion; I am the man who will win the 2021 XHF Rumble and bring the X*Crown to FIRESIDE; I am the premier talent in this company; yet when I ask what I'm booked for on this PPV, I'm told creative have nothing for me. Nothing for me, but apparently we can spare enough time for a mid-ring drone by a loser!
The crowd react angrily to Misha's verdict, but he continues undeterred.
Misha: Why are you booing me? I'm right! You're a loser, MYOJIN! You won the XHF Junior Heavyweight title, a belt no-one gives a fuck about, then you defended it in the slummier parts of the XHF Network. But as soon as you got to a halfway decent company like AWF, you lose it! Not even to anyone good, either! You lost to Bloodied Fox, a spineless choke artist who needs a dog and the gay card to get over! But for some reason that makes you more deserving of PPV time than me? Fuck that! If Caffrey won't give me the spotlight he knows I deserve, then I'm just going to have to take it by force!
MYOJIN gestures for Misha Constantine to come down and bring it as the crowd roars!
Wright: I think Misha wants to make his own moment tonight-- at the former champion's expense! Park: I doubt MYOJIN will take this lying down!
The two men continue trash talking each other as Misha Constantine very slowly sheds his jacket, ready for a fight. He casually stries down the ramp as MYOJIN backs up, ready to pounce on him the moment he enters the ring, only for MYOJIN to get clocked by a steel chair to the back of the head from Johnny Five!
Wright: Whoah! Misha's personal bodyguard came out of nowhere with that chair shot! Park: Five and Divine are future FIRESIDE Tag Team contenders, but they seem to have taken issue with MYOJIN!
Johnny Five continues to absolutely wail on MYOJIN, not letting him remotely get a second of offense in, smacking the chair into his back repeatedly! The crowd boos even louder as the chair strikes down into MYOJIN's back for a third time!
Wright: Five could break that damn chair over him at this rate! Someone needs to stop this! Park: Talk about a hero's welcome for MYOJIN! He came back after defending the honor of FIRESIDE all over the Network, and this is how he's treated?
Misha Constantine finally walks into the ring, pulling the chair back from Johnny Five before he can batter MYOJIN again with it. Instead, he takes the chair and sets it up in the center of the ring. He takes a seat and looks down at MYOJIN, pointing at him. The crowd voices their great disdain.
Misha: You are not deserving!
Constantine stands up and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Five drags MYOJIN towards him, and after a brief pause to taunt the Shining Star one more time, Constantine flies through the air, crashing down with a shooting star senton!
Wright: Irae Dei! Damn him! Park: Constantine just made his own spotlight tonight in a big way!
Constantine and Five ditch the ring, leaving MYOJIN crawling and holding his mid-section. Dr. Lagari is out to check on the Shining Star as the two men are fiercely booed by the socially-distanced crowd.
Wright: The Shining Star has crashed down to Earth tonight, courtesy of Five and Divine! Park: I'm sure he'll be looking to get his hands on them soon enough! Wright: Now ladies and gentlemen, it is time. It is time to determine the inaugural SPARK Champion here in Fireside! Park: That’s right, and we have two incredibly talented women with storied histories already in the XHF competing for it.
Stanford: FIRESIDE FAITHFUL! This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Fireside SPARK Championship!
“Cthulhu” by Gunship begins playing as torches all along the entranceway and aisle light up. “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne walks out from the back with a wide grin as she takes in the boos from the crowd. She heads down to the ring with a sexy swagger (but she looks like a corpse so not very many catcalls). She rolls into the ring and leans in her corner.
Stanford: Entering the ring first, from Paris, Illinois at 5’8” and 165 pounds … ZOLOTHACH!
Park: Zolothach made her debut in the gauntlet at the previous Inferno and won this opportunity. Wright: That’s correct UnJoo. And she was impressive in starting the whole match and running the table. We look forward to seeing what Tab-
Unjoo puts her hand over his mouth and Zolothach glares down at him.
Park: She does not wish to be called by her birth name Oliver.
"The Planets Op. 32: IV. Jupiter- Bringer of Jollity" by Gustav Holst begins to play on the arena speakers. The lights dim slightly and a spotlight appears on the stage. Mistress Discipline steps onto the stage and adjusts the high collar and neckline of her trademark blue blouse. She marches to the ring with a purpose and without glasses because she wears contacts into the ring so she can see. She rolls into the ring and adjusts her trademark hair buns. She steps into the corner and begins stretching her arms while awaiting the start of the match. We see her manager Dr. Chaos sitting in the crowd a few rows back from the action with her young ward Sarah cheering for their mistress.
Stanford: And her opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina, at 6 feet and 200 pounds, she is MISTRESS … DISCIPLINE!
Wright: And Mistress has already had some very high profile matches here in Fireside, coming up JUST short twice against Misha Constantine in hunting the World title. Park: Her submission skills have helped her put down a slew of other fighters in the fallout from Supremacy to earn this shot. Wright: Also, making her debut tonight is referee Melanie Davenport, one of the Europe's top wrestling officials who has finally found a new home here. Park: You two should go trade stories about crumpets or something.
The ref calls for the bell and the two women begin to circle each other. Mistress moves in for a grapple but Zolothach ducks behind and smacks her in the back of the head. MD’s eyes go wide with anger. She turns around and Zolothach sends a stinging kick to the ribs then ducks behind again and runs off the ropes. She rebounds and dropkicks Mistress as she turns around. Upon rolling to her feet Mistress breathes deep to center herself. Zolothach moves in for an attack but she gets grabbed in a grapple by Mistress adapting to her chaotic movements. Zolothach simply bites at her forehead causing the former librarian to toss her to the side. Zolothach lands on her knees and then stands with an enzuigiri.
Park: A beautiful strategy by the former J-ROK star. Unpredictable and fast-paced. Wright: Mistress Discipline is going to really have to focus on her training to overcome this.
A flurry of kicks to the chest stuns Mistress as she stands. Tabitha tries for a head kick but Mistress ducks it and pulls the legs backwards sending the eldritch fighter to her face on the mat. Discipline wastes no time trying to slow the pace down and locks in a knee bar. She shifts it to a heel hook as Zolothach tries to wriggle free. The free foot of Zolothach swings wildly but Mistress continues to maneuver the leg and heel between holds to keep the swings from connecting. As soon as the hold moves back to the left heel, Tabitha takes the chance to push up on her hands and gets to a kneeling position then bridges backwards.
Wright: Wow, what flexibility! She is reversing the move! Park: Good fighters always know way to protect their weaknesses.
The hands land on the shoulders of Mistress and pin them to the mat.
ONE! She breaks the hold and shoves Zolothach to the side.
Park: Brilliant strategy.
Zolothach pushes away from the submission fighter and gets to her feet shaking out that left leg. Mistress however kips up with surprising agility and plows into her with a shoulder barge. She looks to leverage her size advantage and picks up her foe to a sitting position and locks in a neck wrench. Zolothach however leans into it and Mistress is forced to transition the hold into a nerve lock on the shoulders to avoid losing her grip. Now the howl of pain emits from the mouth of the downed Tabitha. She rolls back and fights the pain to get a hold of Mistress’s arms. Zolothach pulls herself upwards on the powerful arms of the librarian and hits an upkick to the jaw. The hold breaks and Mistress drops Zolothach to the mat with a thud. And an “oof”. Tabitha holds her butt for a second before rolling forward to her feet. She turns around and sees the serious look on the face of her competitor.
Wright: Can’t get this kind of competition in Japan can you? Park: … Yes. But not in J-ROK. This is going to be a clinic. How do you out wrestle a technical master? How do you slow down a speed demon? It’s order versus chaos!
Mistress carefully and cautiously moves toward Tabitha. Zolothach begins to back up looking for an opening. She hits the ropes and blindly leaps up and off the middle rope with a jumping side kick. Discipline however sees it coming and catches the leg. Zolothach crashes to the mat with her right leg trapped under the arm of Mistress. Mistress pulls the leg for a submission but Zolothach uses her agility to spring to her other foot and stand. She laughs … as Mistress smirks. The laughter fades as a look of confusion appears on Zolothach… and is QUICKLY erased by a THUNDEROUS slap echoing across the arena. The cheek of Tabitha is already red. Zolothach responds by hopping on her foot then swinging for an enzuigiri but Mistress ducks it and then the return back kick as well. Zolothach lands on her butt again and another SLAP echoes around the arena.
Wright: Those slaps are insane! This is a signature reversal she has used dating back to her debut in Master Class Championship Wrestling and it always seems to catch people off guard. Park: It’s hard to account for the power behind those slaps. Mistress looks mousy but she is cut. Look at the muscle in those arms.
Zolothach is mouthing curses under her breath as her left cheek is glowing red. She gets rolled over and the half crab is applied. Zolothach quickly reaches for the ropes. Discipline breaks the hold at three and gets kicked in the shins for her trouble. She steps away in anger. This lets Zolothach get to her feet. She leaps off the ropes with a springboard missile dropkick. Discipline falls to her back. A handful of hair hauls her back to her feet. A flurry of strikes follows. Chops, kicks, slaps, forearms, knees, elbows. No real pattern or target, just savage attacks. Discipline begins to turtle up to try and mitigate the damage. Eventually she is able to duck a high kick and get behind. A full nelson is applied and Mistress shakes her head out as she torques.
Mistress: Very chaotic, are you going to throw apples at me next?
From the crowd: Chaos: SARAH! GET THE APPLES, OUR MISTRESS NEEDS US!
Park: I feel like there has been a misunderstanding here. There is no fruit allowed. Wright: I believe it’s a reference to the training Mistress Discipline’s chaotic manager employs.
Zolo fights off the full nelson by stomping hard on the toes of Mistress. She uses this to drop her arms and break the hold, and follows it up with a bite to the bridge of the nose. She spits the blood she’s drawn onto the mat and hits a belly to belly brainbuster. Standing over the downed Discipline with her arms out …
Tabitha Osborne: Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nag fhtagn.
Chaos: SHE’S SPEAKING IN TONGUES! HURRY SARAH! Sarah returns with a basket of fruit. Sarah: Sorry y’all! They only have orange! Chaos: Oh this will never work …
ONE! TWO! Kickout by Discipline.
Wright: And a near fall after the brainbuster from Zolothach. Park: Mistress Discipline has had stamina issues in the past but endurance is not the same, and it’ll take more to take this title for Zolothach.
Zolo mounts Discipline from the back and applies a full nelson of her own. Mistress yelps in pain. Zolo positions herself as if in a camel clutch and wrenches back on the full nelson. Mistress tries to use her arm strength to pull out of it, but cannot in this position. The ref checks on her but she refuses to give up. Mistress begins to pull her legs forward and manages to get to her knees. She uses all her strength to stand with Zolothach hanging on her back. Mistress the falls back had on top of Zolo. The hold is broken.
ONE! Kickout by Zolo.
Zolothach is first to her feet however, and unleashes an axe kick to the head of Mistress as she rolls to her hands and knees.
Park: Not relenting is Zolothach. Keeping the pressure on the larger fighter is imperative. Wright: This match is starting to really pick up.
Mistress is slow to crawl to the ropes where she is hit with a somersault leg drop across the back. She rolls under the ropes. Zolo climbs up onto the middle rope and leans over the top rope to again grab a handful of hair and pull her to her feet on the apron. A quick guillotine on the rope sends Discipline crashing to the floor holding her throat. She is slow to her feet when Zolo sprints off the opposing ropes and launches herself over the top rope with a somersault DDT!
Park: And now we take the fight to the outside. Wright: Not exactly within the rules Unjoo. Park: As long as they beat the count it’s all good Oliver.
Zolo wastes no time to lay the boots to the prone Mistress. Hauling her up to a kneeling position, Zolo is shoved backwards by Discipline but charges back in with a knee lift to the chest. Another shove pushes her back. Again she barrels in with a running dropkick. Mistress stumbles backwards but stays up by leaning on the barricade. Zolothach again charges in and ducks a wild swinging slap with a shoulder thrust against the wall. She sends MD into the steel steps with a whip. Mistress bounces off the steps holding her shoulder. Another charge from Zolo but Mistress ducks. Zolo simply rolls over her back with a somersault and kicks at her calf. She backs up and charges again but Mistress this time turns and crushes her with vicious bicycle knee strike to the side of the face. She collapses to her knees catching her breath as Zolothach crashes to the outside padding on her back holding her head.
Wright: OH MY! What a Final Bell from the surprise star of last year’s rumble. Park: Using what brought you to the game Oliver. That knee has put some huge names down for the count.
Mistress is slow to her feet. She grabs a handful of hair herself and pulls Zolo to her feet. At six, Zolo is tossed under the bottom rope. Mistress climbs onto the apron as Zolo scrambles away on her hands and knees. As Mistress climbs through the ropes Zolo charges in and kicks the ropes, which catch the hamstring and sent Mistress tumbling into the ring. Zolo stomps her but Mistress has it scouted and catches the foot and pulls Zolo to the mat and locks in a grapevining ankle lock!
Park: The Procedure! This is a devastating hold!
Yelping in pain, Tabitha tries to flail and grab something, anything. The ropes are too far away. She can’t seem to pull the heavier Discipline fast enough. The ref moves in to check for a tap, and sensing an opportunity, Tabitha flails and catches the ref’s ankle sending him falling on top of both women and breaking the hold. The ref admonishes Zolothach but she claims it was an accident. Both women slowly get to their feet.
Wright: That was an underhanded move by Zolothach. Park: It got her out of the hold didn’t it?
They grapple. Their arms move down to their sides and both brace. As Mistress begins to get the advantage, Tabitha pulls her in as she falls backwards and plants both boots square in the bread basket with a huge upkick. Mistress exhales all the air in her lungs and then is flipped by the modified monkey flip. She is slow to her feet using the ropes. Zolo comes in with a running punt kick to the chest but Mistress dodges and hits a big clothesline. Zolo rolls backwards and to her feet, albeit very wobbly. Mistress moves in but Zolo headbutts her in the nose again and more blood pours out. She hooks Mistress for another brain buster but Mistress wraps her leg on Tabitha’s. She drops Zolo with a complete shot and rolls her body backwards and locks in the Koji Clutch!
Wright: OUT OF NOWHERE! ZOLOTHACH IS PUT INTO DETENTION! Park: It has to be over now! There is no way out of this hold.
Zolothach flails around and tries desperately to find a way out. The hold is in tight. At this point a laser show begins projecting rainbow art on the ceiling and sides of the ring. Chaos and Sarah are shown in the stands with popcorn.
Chaos: Nice touch! Celebrating our Mistress winning! Sarah: OOOOH PRETTY!!!!
They continue munching popcorn. In the ring the competitors are not so in awe of the show. The light is bothering the ref who is not checking for a tap out. Zolothach notices Mistress trying to get his attention and she manages to pull her feet up and gets a jackknife hold on Mistress. The lights dim down and the ref drops to the mat.
ONE! TWO! Mistress release the hold and tosses Zolothach to the side to avoid losing.
Park: That was a close one for Mistress Discipline.
She immediately pounces on Zolothach before they can stand. The former librarian begins raining down elbows to the face of Zolothach in between wiping the blood from her face. Zolo finally gets a hold of the ropes and the ref backs Mistress off. Mistress hauls her to her feet and sends a savage slap to the face. Zolothach goes stumbling into the corner. Mistress barrels in with a running back elbow to the face. She pulls Zolo out of the corner and gets rolled up in a school boy!
ONE! TWO! Kickout by Mistress.
In shock, Mistress looks even more enraged and unleashes a kicking combo she could only have learned from her tag team partner. Two kicks to the ribs, one to the gut and then a high roundhouse kick to the head.
Park: Discipline is taking the baby gloves off and distinct lack of discipline in a brazen assault on the smaller competitor. Wright: It looks like she’s following through on her promise and beating peace into the chaotic Zolothach! Park: Beating peace into her is definitely one way to put it.
Mistress covers.
ONE! TWO! Kickout by Zolo.
Mistress sighs and calms herself down. She reaches down and hooks the legs and arches back looking for the Referral! But Zolo manages to avoid her grasp and pulls her legs free. Both get to their feet and Mistress again looks for that strong elbow strike. Zolo manages to redirect it and then hits a big enzuigiri to the head. With Mistress stunned and dropping to a knee Zolo runs up with a huge thrust kick to the face. She immediately eyes the top rope. She points to the top rope and climbs it. She leaps off with a senton bomb! She crawls into the cover.
ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Mistress just rolls the shoulder before the three.
Zolo takes a minute to catch her breath.
Wright: What a close call that was. The aerial assault beginning to pay off for Zolothach. Park: But Discipline is still in this.
Zolothach slowly gets to her feet and lays the stomps into Mistress. She pulls the submission specialist to her feet and hits a huge forearm shot. Then a second. Mistress seems to shake off the cobwebs and hits back with an elbow of her own. They begin trading blows. Zolo finally gets the advantage with a poke to the eyes and a gutbuster drop. She takes a minute and then goes to the top again. Mistress gets to her feet and rolls forward to avoid a flying cross body. Zolo manages to roll through and springs to the top at the opposite corner! Mistress slowly stumbles back towards her and turns around. Zolothach flies off with a front flip and lands on her shoulders looking for a dragonrana! Mistress however manages to catch her balance and spin around before planting Zolothach with authority on the back of her head with a vicious spinning sit out powerbomb!
Wright: The entire ring shook from the force of that move! Park: That’s the expulsion.
Zolothach holds her neck as Mistress leans forward to hook the pin.
ONE! TWO! THREE-NO!
Zolothach SOMEHOW gets the shoulder off the mat. Mistress is in shock. Zolo rolls onto her stomach to get out of the pinning predicament. Mistress however wastes little time now that Zolo has moved away from the ropes. She dives on top and locks in the bridging crossface hold known as the Suspension and cranks the prone Zolothach almost to a 90 degree angle. With her head pointing to the sky and her neck being ripped from its moorings Zolothach has little she can do. She kicks her feet trying to find ropes but after twenty seconds of agony she is forced to tap out!
Stanford: Your winner … and the NEEWWWWWW FIRESIDE SPARK CHAMPION … MISTRESS DISCIPLINE!
The laser show goes off again as Mistress releases the hold and falls to her back to catch her breath. She looks up at the lights and smiles. Tears forming in her eyes. Sarah and Chaos leap up from their seats spilling popcorn everywhere and cheer wildly!
Park: She did it! Mistress Discipline has finally achieved the gold she desired! Wright: A truly hard fought win! Now begins the quest to defend it three times to earn a world title shot, but for now, she can celebrate having finally broken through that glass ceiling!
Referee Melanie Davenport brings in the new title and shows it to the crowd. Mistress slowly gets to her feet. The ref hands her the belt and raises her arm in victory! She looks at the belt in her hand and then raises it to the crowd!
Mistress looks at her reflection in the championship and smiles. She's finally done it.
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Post by anthonycaffrey on Mar 25, 2021 20:12:44 GMT -5
Before the main event can begin, a graphic appears on the big screen, popping the crowd!Live on June 17th and June 18th: BATTLE OF THE BEST II 8 FIRESIDE WRESTLERS AND 8 XHF WRESTLERS DO BATTLE IN A TWO NIGHT SUDDEN DEATH TOURNAMENT TO BE CROWNED 'THE BEST' AND RECEIVE A WORLD/X-CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! INQUIRE WITHIN. Wright: On June 17th and 18th, FIRESIDE heads outside to Citizens Bank Park for a clash of the titans like none other!Park: Caffrey is surrendering the title of 'The Best', and it's up for grabs in this two-night tournament! All of our titles will be on the line as well! Don't miss it!Greg the Assistant is already in the ring with Jonnie Valentine’s personal poet. He takes the house microphone from Walter Stanford.
Wright: Are you ready for tonight’s poem? Park: I’m ready for tables, ladders, and hammers, so if I have to sit through a poem, so be it!
Greg the Assistant: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Fuel For The Fire! Regardless of its place on the card, this is Your Main Event Of The Evening. It is a Tables, Ladders, and Hammers Match for the FIRESIDE Tag Team Championships! The first team to score a pinfall or submission wins the gold! Your referee stalks his ex on Instagram but doesn't have the goddamn decency to call his kids.
The fans boo referee Chris Mardinly as he rolls his eyes and tells the crowd they don't know the whole story. This may be partially why referee Melanie Davenport was hired.
Greg the Assistant: Introducing first, Jonnie Valentine's personal poet, Lanny Poffo!
The Philadelphia fans cheer wildly as Lanny Poffo takes the microphone and reads his poem off of an index card taped to the back of a frisbee.
Lanny Poffo: Team USA vs The Hot Tag Express For Fireside it's quite the coup Why not have the world's greatest team Win their belts on pay per view?
Kanyon isn't president anymore But I don't mean to gloat He looks like he manages an adult book store So he didn't get my vote
"Devilish" Donny Deville is his partner In their thrown together team Unfortunately it's a ladder match And not the balance beam
Paper champs, afterthoughts A gymnast and his companion One guy on the way up and the other on the way down (whispers) The second one is Kanyon
The Philadelphia fans cheer and Lanny skips around the ring and spins the frisbee out into the audience.
Wright: Quite the energy from Lanny Poffo before this big match! The challengers are ready tonight! Park: This is going to be a human car crash of a match, they better be ready!
"What's Going On" by 4 Non Blondes plays and the crowd jumps to their feet. "Truly, Truly, Truly Outrageous" Jonnie Valentine and Vodka Fizz drive out on stage in a golf cart retrofitted with huge speakers that are playing the 4 Non Blondes. Vodka Fizz is dressed in a full-length white fur coat, white shutter glasses, and an over-the-top white top hat. Jonnie is dressed in a teal satin jacket with "Truly, Truly, Truly Outrageous" written in cursive on the back. They drive the golf cart down the ramp, as Vodka Fizz toasts fans with a yard-long cocktail flask hung around his neck full of some florescent liquid he drinks from as he drives down the ramp.
Wright: Fizz has already started drinking! Park: Ah, live a little, Oliver!
When they get to ringside, Jonnie gets out and does a full 360 around ringside, slapping all the fans’ hands. Vodka Fizz drapes the fur coat over the seat of the golf cart and removes the top hat, keeping the shades on. he climbs up on the apron, turning to face the crowd and chugging the remnants of his large drink, finally striking a pose and spraying a mouthful of whatever it is up into the air and letting it rain over him. He grins and winks at the camera, Jonnie gets on the apron and leads the fans in a singalong for the chorus.
Audience (waving their arms from side to side): And I said, Heyyyy Heyyyyyy I said Hey, what's going on?
And I said, Heyyyy Heyyyyyy I said Hey, what's going on?
The crowd cheers and then Jonnie Valentine vaults into the ring, and does the double guns. Vodka Fizz rolls backwards over the ropes into the ring.
Greg the Assistant: First, hailing from the Epicenter of the next Covid outbreak, Daytona Beach, Florida; He Stands 6 feet 3 inches tall; Weighing 220 pounds; He Has Been Assured By The Female Population That He Can 'Get It'; He Can Drink Boone's Farm And Piss Out Fine Wine; You Can't Get Busy Without Vodka Fizzy...He Is VODKA FIZZ!!
Philadelphia cheers wildly while Vodka Fizz pumps them up.
Greg The Assistant: And from the first Epicenter of the Covid Outbreak, Palm Springs, California; He stands 5 feet 10 inches tall, and weighs 234 pounds; He is the former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, He is Fireside's Top Guy; He Is Worth The Price Of Admission Alone, No One Has What It Takes To Take What He's Got...'TRULY, TRULY, TRULY OUTRAGEOUS' JONNIE VALENTINE!!! You can't tell one from the other, their best double team move is the one they used on your mother...They Are THE HOT TAG EXPRESS!!!
FIRESIDE fans let out an earsplitting pop as The Hot Tag Express bathe in their love.
Wright: I’ve never seen a team with so many nicknames -- but they’ve earned them, fighting through a crazy pack of contenders and champions to earn this main event match tonight against the Unique Stud Alliance! Park: The Studs aren’t to be messed with though, and I doubt they appreciate this pageantry!
Stanford: Introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined 425 pounds, they are the FIRESIDE Tag Team Champions, they are ‘DEVILISH’ DONNY DEVILLLLLLEEEE and PRESIDENT CURTIS KANYON, better known as TEAM USA, THE UNIQUE STUD ALLLIAAANNNNNNCCCCEEEEE!
A mash up of Hideki Naganuma's "Teknopathetic" and Metallica's "Don't Tread on Me" plays. After a good amount of drums, Donny comes out of the back with a cartwheel into a front flip and lands in the modern superhero pose looking out at the crowd. Curtis emerges right behind him with a sledgehammer over his shoulder, and hoists it in the air when Donny hits the pose. A bunch of pyro in alternating red, white, and blue go off from the stage shooting into in succession away from the men as they are in pose. Donny springing forth and flips his way down the ramp, each one adding more twists than the last, finally landing perfectly. Curtis walks nonchalantly behind and gives Donny a thumbs up with his free hand at the finish. Donny jumps up to the apron and pulls the ropes down, using them to launch himself on top before moonsaulting off of them, again landing in that hero pose. As he does, Curtis rolls into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, then points to the crowd with his hammer before hoisting it straight up into the air, and yells "BANG!"
Wright: Armed with the hammer that started all of this mess, Kanyon interfered a while back in Valentine’s match with ‘Devilish’ Donny Deville, brutalizing Valentine and helping Deville pick up the win! Park: That earned the Hot Tag Express a shot, and ever since then, our tag team champions have been put on a rampage, injuring our owner and not taking no for an answer any longer. Wright: They might be the hottest they’ve ever been, but Valentine and Fizz got back at them a bit last Inferno. Valentine was stopped just short of being able to really hammer Team USA, but tonight, in Tables, Ladders, and Hammers, there is no such restriction.
‘Devilish’ Donny Deville rolls under the ring ropes to a table full of chalk that he’s had set up while Kanyon stands on the turnbuckle. There are multiple copies of ‘Donny’s Incredible Cuisine and Kinetics’ surrounding the chalk.
Wright: That reminds me, I still have to buy a copy of Donny’s new lifestyle videos! I’m looking forward to eating and training like an Olympian! ‘Donny’s Incredible Cuisine and Kinetics’, on sale now! Park: I’m sure he’d be happy to hear that! Wright: Did you know the average person has gained fifteen pounds during this pandemic? I’m looking forward to losing them with his help!
Deville looks down at the chalk and claps his hands in an Olympic pose, before tossing the chalk up, unfortunately right into his partner’s face!
Wright: Deville honored his Olympic heritage there, but he also caught Kanyon with that chalk! Park: Not a great idea to almost blind your partner before going into war tonight, are these two not on the same page? Wright: We’ll see! There’s the bell! Greg the Assistant spoke the truth tonight, as this is our co-main event! The FIRESIDE Tag Team Championships are on the line, here we go!
The two teams seem to amicably occupy the ring together for about all of five seconds before beginning to unload on each other, each man bringing the fight to another. The action spills out of the ring as Deville and Kanyon are beaten back by the contenders, who stay in hot pursuit of both men. Vodka Fizz seems to have picked a fight with the former president, while Jonnie Valentine is going after the former Olympian. Deville leaps over the table to create space, while Jonnie Valentine slides under it, allowing the champion to get higher than him for once.
Wright: The challengers are going after the champions here! Park: This has turned into a bit of a mad dash at ringside!
Kanyon has managed to travel all the way around the ring, scooping up the sledgehammer he had dropped once the fists started flying. Vodka Fizz manages to thankfully not walk straight into a shot from the hammer, opting instead to duck under it and slam Kanyon’s head into the apron. Kanyon loses grasp of the hammer but Fizz ignores it, instead pulling Kanyon in the direction of the announce table.
Wright: Wait wait-- he’s coming over here! No! I thought with Lucas Nix out on injury, our announce table would be safe this show! Park: In a match involving tables? You clearly still have things to learn!
The two men continue to trade blows as Jonnie Valentine finally gets his hands on ‘Devilish’ Donny Deville, unloading with a hard chest chop and then another. Deville isn’t one to get lit up by the challenger though, instead choosing to athletically hop onto the ring barricade to get some space -- and then moonsaulting off it, landing on Valentine! Valentine clutches his shoulder, yelling out in pain!
Wright: Donny Deville gets vertical with that athleticism, taking out Valentine! Park: He might have just taken himself out for a few moments there! Wright: Valentine may have caught the worst of that one there, it might be a worry that he
President Kanyon and Vodka Fizz continue to brawl at ringside. The party animal, to his credit, is doing his best to hold his own against the experienced former X-Crown champion, but Kanyon takes advantage by catching Fizz with a stiff shot right between the eyes. He looks back at the table, preparing to bang Fizz through it, but Fizz comes forward with a crescent kick! Kanyon dodges out of the way and performs a shoulder jawbreaker, taking Fizz down to the floor.
Wright: The rookie’s got heart in going after an all-timer in Kanyon, but I can’t imagine that’s very smart! Park: These two men may meet as part of the XHF Rumble, seeing as how they’ve both entered the grand match! Kanyon would like to forget last year, and this will be Vodka’s first time entering! Wright: You have to think that Vodka would like to forget that jawbreaker! I felt that from here!
As Kanyon works to clear off the announce table for Fizz, we cut back to the other side of the ring, where Deville is eyeing up the table he’s had set up. A fan asks him for one of the DVDs, but he spits in the fan’s direction and yells at him to lose some weight first.
Wright: Harsh! Park: Were you not watching the previews of his DVD? Deville is not a nice guy!
Deville grabs Valentine and puts him up on the table, covering his back in chalk. He jumps up onto the table and positions himself, ready to put Valentine through the table with the Tumbler!
Wright: As things break down in front of us, a table may be about to break on the other side of the ring! Park: Both challengers are in trouble here!
Maybe out of pure instinct, Valentine counters with an inside cradle, pinning Deville on the table! The referee doesn’t count, but the fans pop at the classic counter!
Wright: Valentine counters with an inside cradle -- there’s no pins outside of the ring, but it keeps him from going through the wood! Park: I don’t think Fizz is going to be nearly that lucky!
President Kanyon interrupts the focus by climbing onto the announce table with Vodka Fizz! Kanyon turns him around and hooks his face under his arm, readying himself to drive Fizz through the table with the Vicious Spiral!
Wright: Kanyon’s about to take Fizz for a helluva spin! Park: This would be a definitive strike against the challengers!
But Vodka Fizz manages to slip out of position, shoving Kanyon forward and hooking his arms behind him, before driving him through the announce table with the Mind Eraser!
Wright: Mind Eraser! What a counter! Incredible heart from Fizz, clutching that big move from the jaws of defeat there! Park: It looks like his partner might be about to have similar luck!
Jonnie Valentine has his grip locked tight on ‘Devilish’ Donny Deville, but the aerial artist just won’t go for any kind of suplex, grabbing onto the barricade at first and then hooking onto his legs. Fizz comes around the corner to help his partner out, knocking into Deville and then assisting him in double suplexing the champion through his own table! The crowd roars!
Wright: The challengers have struck first in this match, putting both of their opponents through tables here! Park: And we saw some good teamwork from the Hot Tag Express to boot! These two are rolling!
Valentine notices a bit of chalk left on the remnants of the table and helps himself to a little display of his own, taking the time to do a cocky little strut. As the crowd chants for Valentine and Fizz, you can hear the chants begin to break out for an additional object. Fizz has already gone to his cart to grab a beverage for himself, and as he cracks it open, the chant gets loud enough to be picked up by the network cameras.
Audience: WE WANT LAD-DERS! WE WANT LAD-DERS!
Valentine, never a man to disappoint a capacity crowd screaming things at him, flips up the skirt of the apron and reaches down, pulling out a ladder and driving the crowd even wilder. Not to be outdone, Vodka Fizz reaches down and pulls out another ladder as well, this one somehow taller than Jonnie’s!
Wright: The fans wanted it, and they got it! Two ladders, coming right up! Park: Look at the size of that ladder that Vodka pulled out! It’s massive!
Valentine and Vodka do their best not to get into an argument about whose is bigger as they both slide their ladders into the ring. They seem to coordinate some kind of strategy, with Valentine placing the smaller ladder so that it’s leaning against one of the turnbuckles, while Vodka Fizz works on setting up the big boy. Eventually with Valentine’s help, it’s all set and ready to go.
Wright: You could get seriously high with a ladder like that! Park: It’s not so much what comes up when you get that high, it’s all about coming down!
Jonnie Valentine rolls out of the ring and grabs a table, passing it to Fizz to set up in an opposite corner. Valentine continues to look for his next weapon of choice, spotting the timekeeper on the outside of the ring. He has himself a stroke of genius, not by reaching for anything on him, but by grabbing the timekeeper’s hammer! He holds it up for the crowd to see and they cheer.
Wright: That is a hammer indeed, therefore it’s legal in this match! Park: It’s meant for hitting ring bells though, it’s not meant for hitting human flesh! Wright: I guess we’re about to see if Jonnie Valentine rings a bell for Team USA!
Valentine spots Donny Deville on the outside of the ring and goes after him with the hammer. Deville is still crawling around and trying his best to get back to his feet, and his momentum further decays with Valentine swinging the miniature hammer straight into his fingers! He screams out in pain!
Wright: Oh man! Oh that looked painful as hell! Park: Team USA has smacked Jonnie around with a much bigger hammer, this is payback!
Valentine goes to lift the hammer over his head and strike Deville once again, only this time he’s met with a sledgehammer to the skull! Valentine immediately begins bleeding as the crowd boos Curtis Kanyon!
Wright: Kanyon goes down swinging with the sledgehammer, saving his partner from further harm! Park: He’s made a career of wielding that hammer, it’s his signature weapon for a reason!
Kanyon is done screwing around with the challengers, taking the hammer and slamming the head of it directly into Jonnie Valentine’s chest cavity. A bloody Valentine continues to bleed as he lets out a scream of pain and the crowd boos.
Wright: This is the Kanyon we’ve become used to seeing, once he locks in he’s like a different animal, like a rhino ready to pounce on his prey in the Savannah. Park: And if I were Fizz right now, I’d be making my way toward the exist like a wildebeest!
Kanyon turns his attention to Vodka Fizz and you can see the excitement in the rookie’s eyes turn into a look of fear as the former X-Crown champion climbs into the ring, armed with his weapon of choice. Fizz looks around for his options and finds the smaller ladder, taking it out of the corner and yeeting it in Kanyon’s direction, but Kanyon strikes it down with the hammer!
Wright: Vodka Fizz may not have voted for Kanyon, but he’s sure about to respect him! Park: Is it too late for him to play Hail to the Chief on that modified golf cart?
Vodka Fizz comes running forward, only to be struck in the gut with the mighty hammer for Kanyon. He drops to his knees.
Wright: Kanyon follows Thor very religiously, and both use their hammers to strike down their foes with wrath! Park: I think you might have the Marvel superhero mixed up with the God, Oliver!
Surprisingly, Fizz stays there, crawling around. He clutches his midsection in pain but plants a foot and roars, sneering at the tag team champion. The ring microphones pick up his audio.
Vodka: Come on, another! Is this all you got?
The crowd pops for the defiant gesture, and Kanyon seemingly nods to himself, impressed with the rookie’s guts, before absolutely blasting him again with the hammer, this time to the face! Fizz begins to bleed profusely from his wounds as the crowd boos and rises to their feet, as Deville is back up and scaling the massive ladder!
Wright: Thanks for coming Voddy, but I don’t know if it was very wise to taunt a man like Kanyon! Park: But what’s even worse is that Deville is scaling that massive ladder! Deville loves these big high-risk, high-reward moves, and I think we’re about to see another one now!
Deville scales the ladder a little slower than he’d like due to his inability to fully grip one of the rungs with one of his hands. The cameras capture the mangled fingers on one of his hands as he makes it to a point about halfway up the ladder, then prepares to leap off!
Wright: What’s Deville got in mind up there? Park: Whatever it is, I’m sure Fizz won’t like it!
Deville points a finger to the sky before turning himself away from Fizz and leaping off with a backflip, crashing down onto the challenger with a double foot stomp!
Wright: The Main Attraction! The Main Attraction! Park: Goodnight Fizz! Did you see the elevation? Deville might have just taken him out of the Rumble with that move!
Realizing his partner is still down and needs a moment after that big move, Kanyon ignores the booing crowd to hook the leg of Vodka Fizz!
Wright: Kanyon goes for the cover! This could be it! Park: The cover and the count!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...THR-NO! At the last possible second, Valentine connects with a Picture Perfect Dropkick, knocking the champion off of his partner and saving the match!
Wright: Live by the dropkick, die by the dropkick as Valentine keeps his FIRESIDE Tag Team Championship hopes alive with his finisher! Park: What a war this has become! What’s it going to take for either team to score a three count? Wright: I don’t know, but Valentine’s got his hands back on that miniature hammer!
Valentine grabs the smaller hammer and Kanyon’s head. He holds the hammer up for the crowd to soak in the violence of what he’s about to do, and they all gather into a forceful crescendo as Valentine smacks Kanyon’s head with the hammer! Blood begins to trickle out of the former President’s head as the crowd cheers!
Wright: This has become less about tag team wrestling and more about what these men will do to hurt one another! Park: Philly loves its violence!
Jonnie Valentine goes over to check on his tag team partner, but he first spots Deville in the corner, holding himself up against the ropes, so he throws the small hammer like an axe, this time striking the shin of the Olympian!
Wright: Valentine’s getting everyone hammered! Park: This is nuts!
Valentine looks down at Fizz, who is still a bit delirious from the assault of the champions. He gives him just a gentle smack across the face to help him come back to life, then offers his partner a hand, saying that they have tag titles to win. Fizz takes the challenge and rises back to his feet, and Valentine has an idea for him. He whispers it to Fizz, who somehow decides to start climbing the ladder in his battered position!
Wright: Where’s he going? Park: Fizz is about to throw himself off a ladder and I don’t even think he can breathe properly right now from that brutal stomp!
Fizz doesn’t get as high up the ladder and is slow to get to a good jumping point, but the crowd doesn’t care for semantics as Valentine has stomped into Kanyon’s gut and spread his legs. The crowd knows what’s coming, and with a burst of adrenaline, Fizz screams for everyone to get on their feet.
Wright: Oh I know what’s coming, do you know what’s coming? Park: I just hope the President’s happy with his family life!
Fizz leaps off the ladder, coming down hard and headbutting the family jewels! The crowd roars!
Wright: Not quite a vegomatic, but even more painful! I felt that one from here! Park: I may never understand that pain, but Kanyon’s face tells a pretty good picture!
With Fizz down and probably having given his last gasp, Valentine hooks the leg!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...TH-NO! Valentine is cracked in the back of the head with Kanyon’s hammer by Deville!
Wright: That damn hammer again! Park: Jonnie might be on dream street after that! He was a second away from capturing the championship!
Deville doesn’t waste a moment of time, throwing down the hammer. He doesn’t go for the pin, but instead he sets his sights on the ladder. He is running on pure adrenaline again as he climbs, then climbs higher than he was last time. The crowd rises to their feet in a commotion as he ascends!
Wright: The former PSW World Champion is about to put it all on the line! This might be it! Park: If he stomps down on Jonnie like he stomped on Fizz, this one’s over!
The commotion gets louder, but Deville still hasn’t jumped! The heads in the crowd all turn as someone is running through the crowd and has jumped the barricade!
Wright: What the-- who the hell-- Park: IT’S JOE NOBODY!! JOE NOBODY! WE HAVEN’T SEEN HIM SINCE DEVILLE LAID HIM OUT AT BLAZE OF GLORY! Wright: DONNY DEVILLE LOOKS LIKE HE’S JUST SEEN A GHOST!
Joe Nobody slides into the ring and looks up at Donny Deville, who is fiercely shaking his head no as his former tag team partner has a look of vengeance in his eyes. Joe Nobody quickly scales the ladder and the two men begin immediately slugging it out on the ladder, high up above the ring!
Wright: DEVILLE SCREWED NOBODY OUT OF THOSE FIRESIDE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS, AND NOBODY IS LOOKING TO RETURN THE FAVOR! Park: I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S BACK! DEVILLE CAN’T DEFEND HIMSELF!
Deville tries to block the vengeful lefts and rights but he just can’t do it. Nobody propels himself over the top of the ladder onto Deville’s side, then wraps his arm around his neck! He leaps off, PLANTING DEVILLE ONTO THE FLOOR WITH AN STO!
Wright: DENIAL OF PERFECTION! JOE NOBODY JUST SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO SCREW DEVILLE OUT OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Park: TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY, OLIVER! LISTEN TO THESE FANS!
Audience: THANK YOU JOE! THANK YOU JOE!
The crowd chants are deafening in the arena as Dr. Lagari and the medical staff sprint down the ramp to check on the champion and the former champion. The fans are still on their feet as Jonnie Valentine has managed to crawl back into a corner and pulled himself up, and he’s feeling it! The crowd’s feeling it too, screaming at the top of their lungs!
Wright: Change is in the air, UnJoo! We’re moment away from seeing new tag team champions! Can you feel it?! Park: It is electric in here! Valentine is moments away from conquering Team USA!
The crowd stomps their feet in anticipation as Valentine locks in on Kanyon! Valentine lunges forward, leaving his feet, only to be met with a BANG!
Wright: NO! NO! NOOO! Park: Curtis Kanyon saves himself with a BANG!
The rocking cheers have been cut abruptly short by Kanyon’s spear. He doesn’t even go for the pin, instead eyeing the younger wrestler who stepped up to him, who challenged his authority, crawling around near the corner where the table’s been set up.
Wright: Vodka Fizz has fought so hard, and now Kanyon’s stalking his prey! Park: You don’t step to the President and get away with it!
Vodka Fizz makes it back up to his feet, turns around, and gets driven through the table with a BANG! The table and Voddy both fold in half!
Wright: Damnit! Kanyon hits the BANG, driving Voddy through a table, and wastes no time in making a cover! Park: Here’s the count!
...ONE… ...TWO… ...THREE!
Stanford: Here are your winners, and SSSSTILLLLL THE FIRESIDE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, TEAM USA, THE UNIQUE STUD ALLIANCE, ‘DEVILISH’ DONNY DEVILLLLLEEE AND PRESIDENT CURTISSSS KANYYYYOOOONNNNN!
Wright: Good God, it’s finally over! Love ‘em or like many of us hate ‘em, the champs did it! The champs have retained tonight here in Philadelphia! Park: An instant classic to close this show! We’ve seen matches we’ve called battles and wars in the past, but the Herculean effort of all four men was truly amazing tonight!
The camera pans around to capture the brutal scenes of what’s left after the hellacious match. There are three tables broken, two hammers laying around, both a big and small ladder, and four broken men. The medical staff is still working on Deville and turns their attention to the Hot Tag Express as everyone’s still down.
Wright: Usually we end these shows with someone triumphantly standing, but I don’t think anyone’s going to be able to get back to their feet! Park: A main event for the ages, and the perfect way to close Fuel for the Fire! Ladies and gentlemen, my name is UnJoo Park! Wright: I’m Oliver Wright! Park: And thank you for watching Fuel for the Fire!
Pyro explodes as the crowd continues to boo the champions retaining. The final shot we see is President Kanyon grabbing his trusty hammer as the night comes to a close.
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