.::REIGN Presents: High Stakes in Ecatepec::.
Feb 28, 2022 7:53:58 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Steve Awesome, and 3 more like this
Post by REIGN Board of Directors on Feb 28, 2022 7:53:58 GMT -5
High Stakes in Ecatepec
February 28th, 2022
Gym Ramirez, Ecatepec de Morelos, Mexico
February 28th, 2022
Gym Ramirez, Ecatepec de Morelos, Mexico
The show opens as the camera quite literally dives into the high-energy crowd. The fans have filled Gym Ramirez and are letting their voices be heard as they jump up and down yelling “Lucha! Lucha! Lucha!” Eventually we find our way to ringside where the commentary crew is seated.
Block: Hello REIGN fans and welcome to Ecatepec de Morelos here in Mexico! We’ve got an an action packed night ahead of you feat-
Fletcher: So you’re not going to mention the elephant in the room?
Block: I don’t see any pachyderms.
Fletcher: We’re under a bridge! This isn’t a gym, it’s a ring under a bridge! Look usually I don’t question our locals but…really? A bridge?
Block: As our fans here are demonstrating, an arena is what you make it! It doesn’t get more real than this, Chet! The vitality, the excitement! This is lucha libre!
Fletcher: Are you going to be like this all night?
Block: Probably! We’ve got three plates on the line AND a huge new signing!
Fletcher: Wait what? That wasn’t on the card.
Block: It is now! This is Mexico and this is lucha libre! Anything can happen, so let’s get right to it with our first match!
The camera swings to resident announcer Burt Tennor, in the ring and ready to go!
Burt Tennor: The following contest is for the Lucha Libre plate and will be contested in a Lucha Libre rules match. Two out of three falls with all forms of piledrivers being illegal. First to come down to the ring is
"Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" hits the arena as an imitation sandstorm is created in the entranceway and Aiden Merric emerges from it chewing nicotine gum and wearing a smug ass smile on his face. He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose. He rolls into the ring and stretches on the ropes. The referee stops him and removes his various blades, ropes and other hunting equipment as he smirks. He then cracks his neck, waiting for the bell.
Block: You would think that Aiden would know to come down to the ring without his knives and stuff by now.
Fletcher: You never know when you might get ambushed and have need of them. An ogre could come out of the crowd and attack, Aiden would need to be able to kill it.
Block: That makes little to no sense. Why would there be an ogre in the arena?
Fletcher: He could have bought a ticket like anyone else…
Burt Tennor: And his opponent…Aiden “Outback” Merric!
The light go down, and then come up an angry red. Flames explode from the either side of the ramp, jets and bursts of flame erupting into the air. Donzig walks from the back, wearing his skull mask with his hood up. He pauses, glaring out across the crowd before he shakes his head before walking down the ramp slowly. He circles around the ring, still watching the crowd before pausing to watch the announce team before he climbs the stairs. He stops at the ropes, reaching up to shove his hood back before stepping through the ropes. Then he takes off the mask, and shakes his head at the fans with a scowl before he leans back in his corner. Arms resting on the ropes while waiting for the match to start.
Block: So, Aiden was lost in South…Carolina?
Fletcher: Not the best place to be lost in.
Block: It’s not like being lost in the Outback or Death Valley.
Fletcher: Still. Think of the bored housewives that could attack you!
Singles Match
Lucha Libre Plate
Lucha Rules Match
Donzig vs Aiden Merric
Lucha Libre Plate
Lucha Rules Match
Donzig vs Aiden Merric
((ROUND ONE))
As the bell sounds to start the match, Donzig rushes across the ring to Aiden Merric, putting a shoulder into him to send Aiden directly to the mat. Aiden rolls to his feet, but Donzig is on him with a kick to the midsection and a gutwrench suplex. Donzig reaches to pull Aiden up, but gets punched directly in the kneecap. Donzig nearly falls to the mat from the impact, staggering backwards a few steps while clutching at his knee. Aiden gets up to his feet and lays into Donzig with lefts and rights before kicking Donzig in the knee that he had punched to bring Donzig to the mat.
Block: There seems to be no love lost here tonight!
Fletcher: Well that's what happens when one of the guys can't even wrestle.
Donzig gets back to his feet, only to get a double ear pop and a headbutt for his troubles. Aiden whips Donzig into the ropes and goes for a lariat on the rebound. That Donzig ducks under and puts on the brakes. Aiden spins around to get ready for Donzig’s return to get kicked in the gut. Donzig pushes Aiden toward the ropes and goes to the opposite side of the ring at a run, coming back with a lariat of his own that sends Aiden over the top rope and to the floor!
Block: What a massive lariat!
Fletcher: Is going over the top rope legal in Lucha rules?
Block: I think so. I think only the piledrivers are illegal
Fletcher: I suppose that makes sense.
Donzig stands in the ring and laughs as Aiden slowly works his way back up to his feet and starts to climb back into the ring. Donzig is there and grabs Aiden, pulling him partly into the ring with his feet draped over the middle rope so he can hit a draping ddt and go for the cover!
One
Two
Three
Burt Tennor: Donzig has scored the first fall and so if he should gain one more fall, he will win the match and the Lucha Libre plate.
Block: Donzig with a draping ddt for the first fall of the match.
Fletcher: So a ddt is legal, but a piledriver is not. Go figure.
Block: Correct. I didn’t say that the rules made total sense.
Fletcher: I suppose you did not.
((ROUND TWO))
Donzig stands up and goes to the other side of the ring to wait for Aiden to get back to his feet. Then he charges in with another shoulder block, but Aiden is ready with a heart punch that stops Donzig in his tracks!
Block: I think my heart just jumped from that!
Fletcher: Yeah! I love when these descend into fights!
Donzig recovers from the assault quickly and goes for a chop, but reverses it into a judo throw. He holds Donzig and hits him repeatedly in the throat with chops. The referee comes over and begins to yell at him for the rulebreaking and Aiden backs away with his hands in the air like “I didn’t do anything wrong”. Donzig rolls around on the mat while clutching at his throat and trying to catch his air. Aiden goes to the ropes and comes back as Donzig is starting to get to his feet to hit a superman punch that absolutely levels Donzig! Aiden doesn’t let him lay for long, pulling him up and hitting a ripcord lariat!
Block: Target Neutralized!
Fletcher: Do what now?
Block: That’s the name of Aiden’s finisher.
Fletcher: Oh right. I knew that.
Aiden goes for the cover!
One
Two
Three!
Burt Tennor: The second fall goes to Aiden Merric. The winner of the third and final fall will win the match and the Lucha Libre plate!
Aiden stands up and backs away while Donzig slowly recovers. Aiden smiles across the ring.
Merric: I’ll be winning that trophy, mate!
Donzig frowns and shakes his head.
Donzig: It’s a plate, you idiot.
((ROUND THREE))
Aiden rushes at Donzig in clear anger and rake his fingernails across Donzig’s eyes to blind him. He is counseled by the ref for the motion, but largely ignores him. Aiden grabs Donzig by the arm to go for another ripcord lariat, but Donzig ducks under the move and slips behind Aiden. As Aiden turns around, he hits a stunner out of nowhere and goes for the pinfall!
Block: Donzig with the Event Horizon! This could be it!
Fletcher: How many plates can the Donzig-gun gain?
One
Two
Three
Burt Tennor: Winner of the match and NEW holder of the Lucha Libre plate…Donzig!
Block: A hard fought match for the record books.
Fletcher: I don’t know if I like Lucha Libre rules.
Aiden rolls out of the ring and heads to the back while Donzig celebrates in the ring.
Block: Well up next is a match that-
He’s cut off by the lights going out.
As the music begins a diverse group of people come out onto the stage area and delight and dazzle the crowd with a dance and fire blowing performance. As the piano kicks in, somehow it begins to snow in the small arena. As the music picks up the people dancing start to get more intense. They start doing crazy flips and blowing huge lines of flame. At the same time the snow begins to get thicker and somehow a wind picks up turning it into a blizzard. The dancers pick up the pace even more, competing with the blizzard to be seen. The dance starts to become more aggressive and ritualistic as they stomp and start cracking flame whips as the snowy blizzard comes down. The guitar starts to climb up for its crescendo and every dancer and effect start to perform their best tricks. The dancers tower on and flip over each other and the flames come recklessly close to the ceiling. The wind and the snow spiral together some fast it’s almost a white out and the only things visible are the orange lines of flames. Then just as the music does, everything settles and stops.
“Meanwhile, caught in the eye of a blizzard of flames,
in order to survive,
the alpha denim recruits
were forced to strip down to their….
...SCANDINAVIAN LEATHER!!!”
in order to survive,
the alpha denim recruits
were forced to strip down to their….
...SCANDINAVIAN LEATHER!!!”
The lights in the arena come back up and the dancers were gone. All that was left were a snow covered audience that were buzzing and cheering for the spectacle.
Block: *dusting snow off himself* Well I don’t know what that was but-
Fletcher: Shh, don’t you hear them?
The members of the crowd who read dirt sheets start chanting his name. The rest of the sold out REIGN crowd follow suit.
Crowd: AWE-SOME!
AWE-SOME!
AWE-SOME!
Dramatic Pause.
"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
The lights in the arena explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.
"Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her wont you tell her for me
It's better this way to avoid all the misery"
If you see her wont you tell her for me
It's better this way to avoid all the misery"
The chorus plays again as Steve walks down to the ring. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.
Block: ITS STEVE AWESOME! STEVE AWESOME IS HERE IN REIGN!
Fletcher: WOAH! What a HUGE signing!
The REIGN crowd are losing their collective minds as The Face of the Franchise stands in the middle of the ring. He’s wearing a REIGN t-shirt and he stands on the turnbuckle and points to the shirt and gets pumped up by the energy of the people.
Block: I cant believe what I’m seeing. I had heard the rumors, but I didnt want to believe it. But Steve Awesome has officially signed with REIGN.
Fletcher: Its a beautiful moment, The Face has found his Franchise.
Steve stands in the ring, he holds a microphone as his theme music slowly fades out. He goes to speak but is cut off by chanting fans who are super excited to see a big star standing in their ring.
Crowd: AWE-SOME!
AWE-SOME!
AWE-SOME!
Block: The crowd is excited. Think of the matches we can see. Think of the moments.
Fletcher: I’m excited too! I-hey wait a minute….who?-
An old man walks up behind Steve.
“What is zat?”
Steve spins around to discover what he can only assume is an ancient fan standing in the ring. His eyes soon lock on an outstretched arm pointing towards the audience, with lightning reflexes, Steve’s eyes follow the arm out into- what is he looking for? And what was that sharp pain? Steve Awesome looks down to find a sickle lodged in his gut.
Block: The sickle is attached to a chain, which is fastened to the wrist of the old man. Did he throw it? Is this Mortal Kombat’s Scorpion?
Fletcher: What? No. I mean, I don't think it is.
Body numbing from shock, Steve starts to reach down to remove the sickle – but its lodged pretty deep, and the copious blood isn’t helping with a grip.
“Get over here.”
It is Scorpion! The old man starts pulling the chain, wrapping it around his fist while reeling the tag champion in. As he’s dragged across the ring, Steve cuts his fingers trying to remove the sharp hook – but its no use. With a fistful of steel chain, Zoran Sainovic punches Steve Awesome with enough force that it knocks the sickle free. Awesome slumps forwards onto the canvas, he is bleeding profusely from the gash in his stomach.
Block: ZORAN SAINOVIC ASSAULTING STEVE AWESOME!
Fletcher: The former X*Crown champ had a humiliating three second loss to Steve Awesome back at Battle For Hegemony, and it looks like the receipt is due.
Catching the base of the sickle with his free hand, but still going to work with the chain wrapped fist, Zoran nails Awesome’s jaw at just the right angle to punch his lights out. Taken aback that Steve is unconscious and can’t feel this beating, Zoran kicks him in the face trying to wake him. No luck. Incensed, The Final Boss loosens the slack on the chain, using it to whip Awesome across the back. Over, and over again. The first strikes immediately leave welts, as redden flesh puffs out, but as the chains hit the same spots repeatedly eventually they tear the skin.
Brock: Given how much blood Awesome is hemorrhaging out of his stomach, I’m amazed he has that much on his back.
Fletcher: It looks like Zoran is trying to write his name in scar tissue – and has remarkable penman... chainmanship.
Any audience member callous enough to count along with the chain strikes breaks down in tears after the 130th hit. Steve Awesome is barely recognizable, now little more than a bloody stump. Believing he can make out a “Zoran was here” through the gore, the Final Boss stops his calligraphy lesson. Running a blood drenched hand through his hair – slicking it back, Zoran then picks up a microphone.
Zoran Sainovic: REIGN. Don’t worry. Your pond is a little too small for zis shark to make his home; I just stopped in for a bite. Everyone can see zat FOUR is ze perfect number for your roster, so anyone trying to upset zat delicate balance, like Steve? He needs to be taken out of ze equation.
Fletcher: What a dick!
Brock: But Fletcher, you tease the size of the roster all the time!
Fletcher: Yes, but I work here, I’m allowed to!
Zoran Sainovic: Congratulations Steve, you have succeeded in getting my attention. Now zat you are on ze menu, I want you to consider what you’ve seen tonight. ...If ZIS (points down at the bloody husk of Awesome) is what I do to ze enhancement talent you were supposed to wrestle tonight...
Brock: Wait; does he still not know who Steve Awesome is?
Fletcher: Jesus!
Zoran Sainovic: ...Zen what am I going to do to you? Well unlike zis anonymous collateral damage, you’re going to be AWAKE when I collect my lump of flesh. I’ll be seeing you, Steve.
The XHF Devil straightens his tie, before exiting into the audience. As much as the angry mob want to make him pay for hurting one of their stars, they part like the red sea, because Zoran Sainovic is scary as fuck. Hopefully someone clues Steve Awesome into this fact at the hospital.
Block: What in Gods name did we just see? All that and he didnt even realize it was actually Steve?
Fletcher: Zoran Sainovic got his man, Block. Or, well, at least who he thought was his man. Everyone knew it was going to happen eventually, even me, I just didn't expect it to happen right in front of my own eyes.
There is a heavy silence over the crowd as the people awkwardly watch a medic team rush to the side of Steve Awesome. He is unconscious and covered in blood and lacerations. The medics do what they can to stop the bleeding and quickly load him onto a stretcher and start wheeling him up the ramp.
Block: We will keep everyone updated on Steve’s condition as it becomes known.
Fletcher: Some will say that Steve Awesome finally got what he deserved for messing with the wrong people, but I have to ask….
The entire stretcher pad is now stained blood red as the camera gets one last glimpse of the mangled and bloody, lifeless body of Steve Awesome.
Fletcher:....Did he deserve all of that?
LIVE from Gym Ramirez in Ecatepec de Morelos, Mexico, the cameraman pulls off some genius as he hovers on a small table in front of a fold out table with a black sheet over it, acting as the announcer’s table this evening. A rooster jumps up on the table as Vincente Block grabs his bottled water and keeps his distance. Chet Fletcher shakes his head at his colleague as they finally notice the camera guy signaling they’re live on the air.
Block: Excited as always to get to our main event of the evening.
Fletcher: Settle down squirt, it’s not a gentlemen’s club alright?
Block: (looking at Chet confused) Huh?
Fletcher: This is the battle of battles and a must-see between Sinclair Godfrey and Esmeralda von Krauss. These two have had it in for one another for some time and REIGN is letting them take care of their business like real women - hardcore rules!
Block: You sound awfully cheerful about all this.
Fletcher: I thirst for violence my friend, it’s a desire that is never satisfied.
Switching cameras we are brought to the ring for a view of the entrance way. Without the tron or special effects, only music played in Gym Ramirez. Even though the venue was smaller, the noise would tell a different story as rabid fans began
Burt Tennor: The following match is scheduled for ONE fall and is a Winner Takes All bout with Hardcore Rules! The North American Standard and Hardcore Plates of REIGN are on the line! The first competitor to pickup a fall by pinfall or submission, will be declared the winner and claim both plates as their own!
The crowd cheers with clings and clangs from the fan’s beer bottles, as they begin rattling them against a long steel guard rail that separated fans and the entrance aisle way, which was roughly twenty feet of a dirty cement floor covered with a black rug; both allowing the wrestlers to keep their boots clean before entering the ring, but makes the three spotlights that changed red, green, and white to be seen better. REIGN management showing they weren’t afraid to spend a bit of money, mhm.
Burt Tennor: Introducing first, a force known to the XHF as a Baron of Badassery! This next superstar has been through wars, and prevailed to tell about them. Wrestling at five foot seven inches tall, hailing from parts unknown, and REIGN’ing Hardcore Plate owner, the 9th Baroness – LADY SINCLAIR GODFREY!
A proud assassin-like nature in her demeanor as Sinclair Godfrey walks down the makeshift entrance aisle, no lights going out because they hardly had any. Yet fans hollered and shouted obscenities at the Baroness nonetheless, her reputation proceeding her. While she was most notably found at the side of the Scourge, Donzig, tonight Sinclair would be painting her own chaotic mural in this hardcore rules match.
Burt Tennor: Introducing her opponent who hails from Cologne, Germany! Standing six foot three inches tall, and no stranger to success as the current REIGN’ing North American Plate owner! You love to hate her and she doesn’t give one fuck either way - ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS!
The red light seems to blink repeatedly at the black curtain, before Esmeralda splits it and makes her entrance into Gym Ramirez. Cat calls from some male fans in the front row get Sinclair to sideways glance at them. All of them stop immediately, feeling the daggers of this bride of death’s gaze be enough to raise the hair on your neck. Hearty gulps of fear proceed for the few men, before they take sombreros off and nod as they bow their heads. Esmeralda didn’t even lift a finger, however her attitude and poise spoke volumes.
Block: I know I said I was looking forward to this, but I think we are way out of our elemental with these two Chet.
Fletcher: Oh hush Vince, we have a legal bloodbath about to ensue and I have the best seat in the house!
Block: You are a sick man, you know that?
Fletcher: Yadda, yadda, yeah I hear it every other week from my therapist. Matches like this one are like finding money in the parking lot, it’s the gift that keep on giving.
Block: What?
Fletcher: These fans came to see these two break everything in this building and I think they’re going to get just that!
Block: Sinclair Godfrey isn’t waiting for Esmeralda to get to the ring, she’s going straight for her!
Main Event Singles Match
North American Standard and Hardcore Plates - Winner Takes All
Hardcore Rules Match
Esmeralda von Krauss vs Sinclair Godfrey
North American Standard and Hardcore Plates - Winner Takes All
Hardcore Rules Match
Esmeralda von Krauss vs Sinclair Godfrey
Clashing outside the ring at the end of the entrance aisle, Sinclair and Esmeralda trade blows, grabbing at one another’s hair in the process. An exchange of heated words would not satisfy these two’s appetite to torture and torment their opponent. Sinclair shoves Krauss into the guardrail and lays a boot into her abdomen. Split second thinking, Sinclair Russian leg sweeps Krauss into the guardrail!
Fletcher: Rough move to start this one off. Both athletes taking damage to their back on that exchange.
Block: You don’t usually see a start like this, but in REIGN I think it’s safe to say nothing is normal.
Fletcher: Look, Sinclair is going for a suplex to drop Krauss on the guardrail!
Knee to the skull! Krauss with the long legs has an advantage and uses it with force. Sinclair is instead elbowed in the face by Krauss twice before Sinclair is sent the distance and hits the guard rails on the far side of the outside of the ring. Esmeralda sees the fans yelling to take her out and it seems to amp her up. Bolting towards her, Krauss leaps in the air and throws her knees at the chest of a turning Sinclair! Up and over, Krauss lands with both knees on Sinclair’s chest while her back smacks the dirty exposed concrete floor. Fans are shoved as REIGN security guards come in to protect the talent.
Block: This is already out of control folks!
Fletcher: What?! It finally became interesting. Come on Krauss, kick her ass!
Block: Sinclair is in a bad way now as Krauss uses her hair to pull her up to her feet.
Ramming Sinclair’s back into the guard rail, Krauss pops her head in between Sinclair’s shoulder and chest, and pops her hips to flip her over head with a modified release belly-to-back suplex! SLAP! The body of Sinclair like a fly swatter smacks the cement. Fans ‘oooooh’ the display of power by Krauss. No family member of Armand skips arm day. Ripping the bandaid off, Krauss lifts Sinclair and scoops her up for a body slam. Sinclair counters! Armbar into a choke hold, using Krauss’ own arm to choke her as she wrapped her legs around the waist of Esmeralda.
Fletcher: Not enough blood! Come’on ladies, where is the pain!
Block: Sinclair finding her moment to capitalize and going to the well of submissions she is known for.
Fletcher: I want to see destruction! Is that too much to ask Vinnie?
As though hearing the announcer’s request, Krauss grabs the legs of Sinclair and runs at the guardrail nearby, crashing Sinclair’s back first - but she doesn’t let go! Godfrey clenches it on tighter, her eyes show the malice intent that was being acted out. Sinclair goes to adjust her grip as Krauss crouches down, SPLAT! Krauss drops backwards, slamming Sinclair on the dirty cement floor and driving the air out of her. Krauss rolls off Sinclair, seeming to take a breather herself. Esmeralda rises, seeking the next avenue of chaos to explore. A tunnel hallway where fans are coming and going is straight ahead. Grabbing Sinclair by the leg, Krauss begins to drag her. Sinclair was but a passenger as she was dragged through the tunnel and into the venue’s entrance, showing a parking lot in the middle of a desert like area. Two food trucks were lined up at the edge of the parking lot closest to the entrance, about 20 feet from where Esmeralda had dragged Sinclair. Now fighting to get out of her clutches, Sinclair Kicks the back of Krauss’s knee and is able to leg sweep her! Krauss lands beside Sinclair and her head turns, sending daggers at Godfrey; she didn’t give any fucks, Sinclair chops her in the neck! Krauss grabs her throat as she chokes for air.
Block: Cheap shot by Sinclair Godfrey on Esmeralda!
Fletcher: Hardcore rules Vinnie, anything goes.
Block: Doesn’t make it any less dirty Chet.
Fletcher: If I don’t see some blood soon, I’m asking for a refund!
Block: Did you have to pay to get into the building too?
Fletcher: Right, uh no. Scammed, like this match is doing with the false advertisement of hardcore.
Sinclair is up and grabs a nearby trash can, slinging it at Krauss as she climbs to a knee. Krauss takes it head on and falls backwards as the trash can clangs down the tunnel behind her. Krauss is looking like a cartoon character who was hit with a frying pan, stirring but nobody home. Sinclair comes running at her and delivers a shining wizard like it was nobody’s business!
Fletcher: Heads are rollin’!
Block: This is turning into a street fight, and fans aren’t backing away in the parking lot. Is that a mariachi band?
Fletcher: I think it is!
Hearing the strumming, Sinclair turns around to see four mariachi band players strumming their acoustic guitars and singing come towards the action as a crowd makes a big circle around the two stars. Sinclair grabs an acoustic guitar from one of the men, who shows fear in his eyes as she rips it from the strap hanging around his torso and swings it up behind her head like she is going to hit him. Cowering to the ground, Sinclair cracks a smile as she sees the man grovel, before turning her attention back to Krauss.
BAM! BAM! CUH-BLAM!
All three other mariachi players begin attacking Sinclair! REIGN security nowhere in sight as Krauss is up and happy for the assist. Knee to the side of Sinclair, who drops the guitar. Krauss looks at it and then the mariachi players, shrugging, before she hooks Sinclair’s neck and drives her head first into the guitar with a DDT!
Fletcher: YES!
Block: That fans is the sound of my colleagues excitement for the damage Sinclair just suffered at the hands of Esmeralda Krauss.
Fletcher: That has to be first blood, no doubt about it.
Block: I think not, look at Sinclair as Krauss rolls her over for a pin attempt.
Fletcher: WHAT?! How isn’t she gushing like a fountain!
Block: Krauss was unaware that pin falls only count in the ring for this match. These two are far from that happening, as they are finally getting some security members out there to keep the crowd back.
Krauss, frustrated that no referee is around, picks up Sinclair by the neck and arm. Dragging her back up the tunnel into the fans section, Sinclair begins to throw punches to break free. Krauss throws her forward awkwardly, sending Sinvlair rolling into empty metal chairs, crashing through a seating area that wasn’t occupied. Clanging metal chimes end just as Krauss stomps on the back of Sinclair and holds her foot there, pressing her face flat with the dirty cement floor.
Block: Krauss is letting Sinclair know who is boss, and this display of disrespect may come back to haunt her.
Fletcher: The only thing haunting that woman are her pets, even ghosts fear her. Just look at the power!
Block: Is that your kink?
Fletcher: Don’t kink shame Vinnie, not until you try it yourself. (winks)
Block: And to steer clear of the gutter, Krauss now has Sinclair over her shoulders as she skulks through an opening in the crowd to the ringside area.
As Vincent Block describes it, Sinclair Godfrey is dumped over the guardrail from the shoulders of Esmeralda von Krauss. All eyes in the small venue were focused on Krauss who sits on the guardrail, before swinging her legs over and standing before Sinclair’s body. Her moment to relish was here, as she kicks Sinclair in the ribs and raises her arms, receiving cheers and boos from this mixed audience, or maybe that was a language barrier issue; who knows. What we did know was Sinclair was in bad shape and her REIGN plate was slipping from her fingertips as long as Esmeralda von Krauss was dishing out the punishment.
Block: She has a lot of confidence doesn’t she?
Fletcher: Rightfully so. Krauss has proven to be a household name in the XHF. Her work speaks for itself, and when she is feeling it - the end is normally near. I’m just hoping we get some blood damn-it!
Block: Eat a snickers, you’re not yourself - as Snickers doesn’t endorse us yet, REIGN is always looking for sponsors. (adusts tie)
Fletcher: And Sinclair is up! Come on Krauss!
Krauss shakes her head as Sinclair hangs on the edge of the apron, one arm on the corner post of the ring. Running straight forward, Krauss kicks the forearm around the pole and Sinclair moves just in time! CLOTHESLINE! Sinclair takes Krauss off her feet as she leaps into a flying clothesline while Krauss had one foot off the ground, driving all her weight through the chest of Esmeralda! Both women lay on the outside cement floor, looking worse for wear after that exchange.
Fletcher: Come on!
Block: That is why you never underestimate your opponent, especially Sinclair Godfrey.
Sinclair crawls back to her feet using the apron cable holding the ring skirt up. As she does, she notices objects underneath and flips the skirting up to reveal a nine foot table turned upside down with a chair, a cheese grater, and a garbage can with a bamboo cane, sledgehammer, and a steel pipe. Pulling the table out, Sinclair exposes a couple different items at the end of the table that include a folded up chair and a rugged brown sack of a bag that had a drawstring tied on it. Clearing the table, Sinclair sets the garbage can full of items aside, then throws the chair into the ring, followed by setting the brown tied off sack on the ring apron. She continue to setup the table outside the ring, so the table lays across the guardrail to the ring apron, and the metal legs are left up. Sinclair ducks under the table and grabs Krauss by the arm and pulls her up to her feet begrudgingly. Krauss goes to headbutt Sinclair, but Sinclair ducks and elbows her in the throat! Sinclair smashes Krauss’ face off the table before sending her underneath with a tripping armdrag!
Block: Sinclair is looking to find a way to put Krauss through that table, but the size differences tells me this won’t be easy.
Fletcher: Physics be damned, someone is going through a table!
Block: This Mexico crowd is calling for it!
Crowd: “Nosotros queremos madera! Nosotros queremos madera! Nosotros queremos madera!”
Sinclair pulls Krauss up to the apron and rolls her onto it before climbing up too. Setting Krauss up for a powerbomb, her head set facing the apron between Godfrey’s thighs; fans are beyond thrilled as the whole Gym is buzzing with noise from their excitement! FLIPPING PILE DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!
Crowd: “LO-CO! LO-CO! LO-CO!”
Wood splintering, bodies broken, Esmeralda von Krauss destroyed and Sinclair Godfrey feeling the consequences of her actions. Both women lay there as the referee Sophia Vasquez pulls pieces of the table off of them. Sinclair finds the strength to pull herself up. The crowd still hysterical over what they witnessed, Sinclair picks up Krauss and shoves her under the bottom rope.
Block: Sinclair is somehow managing to find her way into the ring. Both of these women look like they have been through a car wreck.
Fletcher: I still haven’t seen blood, but what a table driver if I have ever seen one!
Block: For her sake and Esmeralda’s, I hope nobody is concussed after that.
Fletcher: Likely but thats what risk you take to be the best in REIGN.
Standing over Esmeralda as she lay on her chest, face showing her eyes closed, Sinclair grabs the legs and twist them around hers as she grabs the hands and raises the head up, mouthing something to Krauss before she shoves her foot into her head and slams her face first with her signature move, Witch’s Hammer! She rolls her over and hooks the leg for the cover.
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A gun goes off to sound the end of the match as the fans are boisterous in there response. Sinclair Godfrey had won the rights to both the North American and Hardcore Plates of REIGN, which the referee presents her as she reaches her feet. Looking at the plates in each palm, she raises both hands in the air - a statement that the hunt for the rest was on for Sinclair Godfrey!
Burt Tennor: Winner of this match by pin fall and NEW NORTH AMERICAN and HARDCORE PLATE HOLDERS of REIGN --- SINCLAIR GODFREY!
Fletcher: OLE, BABY!
Block: What a send off to this episode of REIGN!
Fletcher: Give me more of this kind of violence!
Block: Donzig and Sinclair are standing tall tonight with all the chips in their hands. Is one of them on the path to becoming our first King of the World?
Fletcher: Could be, but I bet the REIGN management still has a few tricks up their sleeves.
Block: Buenas noches everyone, see you next month!