Post by Cybil Callaghan on Jun 26, 2022 14:51:01 GMT -8
REVOLVER Pro Presents
EPISODE # 2
"RETURN FIRE"
from Studio 88
On Saturday, June 25, 2022
EPISODE # 2
"RETURN FIRE"
from Studio 88
On Saturday, June 25, 2022
Cybil Callaghan is seen making her way through the halls of Studio 88 as she checks on everything backstage to make sure her show is running smoothly and efficiently. She is in mid-stride and heading toward the production truck when she suddenly stops in her tracks. She and the camera both slowly turn to the right, and Jack Graves is seen leaning against her Shreveport Slot Machine cutting an apple into slices with a switchblade knife and eating them.
She quickly makes her way over to the big cornfed cowboy and she clears her throat to get his attention and also not so subtly tell him to get his big ass off her slot machine. Jack wipes the blade off and closes it before throwing the rest of the apple away and taking his place beside her.
Jack Graves
You know… as someone who loves to gamble, I gotta say, this was a pretty cool idea. I’m more partial to card games, but I’ve been known to play the slot machines a few times.
Cybil Callaghan
Thank you Jack! I am pretty proud of the idea myself. Speaking of, I assume you are here to collect your free spin. Are you ready for this to decide your fate?
Jack laughs and steps up to pull the lever. The slot machine wheels spin and he doesn’t even watch them. It’s the equivalent of Steph Curry chucking up a deep 3 and knowing it’s going in, because instead of sticking around he turns and walks past Cybil, pausing to whisper.
Jack Graves
I’M the master of my OWN fate.
With that, he heads off to prepare for his match. The cameras pan back to Cybil and the Slot machine as it rolls to a stop on...
Deep South Title Match
The bells and alarms go off signaling a winner and the last shot is an impressed look on the face of the GM.
Revolver 2 continues as the show cuts to some pre-taped footage. On our screen now is non other than Emily Carter, who was successful in her Gold Rush qualifier on Revolver 1. Emily has just put down her camera before sitting down in the chair on the other end of the table. The blonde runs her hands through her hair before styling it in a ponytail. Emily appears to be visibly tired due to a number of factors. Despite it all, the former Freedom-turned-Empire-but also Revolver wrestler tries her best to put on a brave face and forces a smile.
Emily Carter
Hey you guys. Emily Carter here and firstly, I just wanna apologize for coming to you guys today with a little less enthusiasm than I normally do. It's been a very taxing time for me, both personally and professionally, recently. I've had a lot on my mind lately. There's been a lot of my plate. But make no mistake about it, I'm very happy and honored to be here on Revolver.
Emily places both hands over her heart.
Emily Carter
I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting a third brand to happen. But this whole expansion has been surreal. Moves are being made. Deals are going down. Freedom's no more. Empire Wrestling is back and now, Revolver is on the scene. High Roller seems to be going strong, as well. It's a pretty crazy time, right?! But like I said, I'm really happy to be apart of this. I also personally wanna thank Cybil for selecting me, of all people, to be apart of this Revolver roster.
She points directly to the camera after giving a shoutout to the boss lady.
Emily Carter
I kinda feel like I haven't really gotten established. I could sit here and blame Noah Ortega and his Lost Generation. I really could and there's a part of me that really, really, really wants to. But at the end of the day, it's up to me to make things happen and I just haven't done that, babes. But this here is a new chapter and a new opportunity to make things right. You always wanna start things off on the right foot and I did just that last week. I had the honor and the privilege of setting the tone for the night by being apart of the very first match here in Revolver. It was an opportunity I didn't take lightly and, judging by the result, it's an opportunity that I clearly made the most of. Brea Lombardi gave it a good effort in there. She really did and credit to her. But it just wasn't her night. In the end, it was my night and now I find myself in one of the four slots for the Gold Rush Tournament. Again, Cybil didn't have to give me this opportunity. But she saw something in me and for that, all I can say is thank you. I'm gonna try to repay you the best way I can and that's by going all the way. Just know that Emily Carter is in it to win it.
OPENING CONTEST
PURE RULES
GOLD RUSH QUALIFIER
Lena Skye vs. Demi OraPURE RULES
GOLD RUSH QUALIFIER
RECAP
WINNER Lena Skye METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:49 FINISHING MOVE Fisherman's Suplex POST MATCH After the match Lena got a resounding ovation for her Revolver Pro debut, taking the time to make her rounds in the ring. She shortly helped Demi to her feet, giving a chance for the Louisiana crowd to give both women a round of appreciation for a great match. |
We go backstage where we see rookie ‘All Day’ Erica Blayze standing by. The rookie was not in her ring gear and was even taller than usual as she was wearing a stunning pair of heels. Not one to enjoy a night off normally, tonight, she was glowing and smiling ear to ear as she looks into the camera.
Erica Blayze
Last week was monumental not only for Revolver, but for your girl, The TrailBlayzer. I went out and debuted in front of the world, and it couldn’t have went better. Okay, maybe it could have after the match, but everything from bell to bell was perfect. I talked the talk, and I walked Erik Malone like a dog before I pressed him over my head and nearly threw him through the ring. 1. 2. 3.
Last week was monumental not only for Revolver, but for your girl, The TrailBlayzer. I went out and debuted in front of the world, and it couldn’t have went better. Okay, maybe it could have after the match, but everything from bell to bell was perfect. I talked the talk, and I walked Erik Malone like a dog before I pressed him over my head and nearly threw him through the ring. 1. 2. 3.
With each count, Erica snaps her fingers.
Erica Blayze
Not only did I show the world that I’m a future champion, but I earned a lil slot pull and if boss lady is thinking what I’m thinking, I’m about to get the perfect match soon. As for Erik? I can wash my hands with him. I have nothing left to prove to him. As a matter of fact, I-
Not only did I show the world that I’m a future champion, but I earned a lil slot pull and if boss lady is thinking what I’m thinking, I’m about to get the perfect match soon. As for Erik? I can wash my hands with him. I have nothing left to prove to him. As a matter of fact, I-
The lights go out causing Erica to start losing patience.
Erica Blayze
OH hell naw, not during my tim…
OH hell naw, not during my tim…
The lights in the room click back on. Erica is standing face to face with Erik Malone. Except he is hanging upside down. Their eyes are locked on each other. Erica shows no look of trepidation for the glitch in front of her.
Erik Malone
No…no.. put your fist down, Blayze. Just want a small conversation with you. Won't you oblige?
No…no.. put your fist down, Blayze. Just want a small conversation with you. Won't you oblige?
Erica unballs the fist at her side and takes a deep breath. Her eyes remain locked on the grown man hanging upside down in front of her.
Erica Blayze
You want a small conversation? Did you not hear a word I just said as you were hanging above me apparently? This? Whatever it is, it’s over. You were the first. The first opponent. The first one to catch an L, and you’ll always by that: THE FIRST. But that first? It’s the last. You have nothing to offer me.
You want a small conversation? Did you not hear a word I just said as you were hanging above me apparently? This? Whatever it is, it’s over. You were the first. The first opponent. The first one to catch an L, and you’ll always by that: THE FIRST. But that first? It’s the last. You have nothing to offer me.
The lights flicker a bit more as Erik maintains his position, no flinching or anything. Erica, meanwhile, looks around her, that frustration growing.
Erica Blayze
Are you making the lights go all crazy!?
Are you making the lights go all crazy!?
Erik smiles, which to Erica it looks like a frown.
Erik Malone
It is simple. You showed us how absurdly physically gifted you are. We know you feel you are better than the rest of these humans. Allow us one more match so that we may see how Mentally strong you are. Just imagine, Blayze….
It is simple. You showed us how absurdly physically gifted you are. We know you feel you are better than the rest of these humans. Allow us one more match so that we may see how Mentally strong you are. Just imagine, Blayze….
The lights in the room go out, and a second later flick on again. Erik is standing right side up, and looking up at Erica. She smirks at the height difference.
Erik Malone
Hang on, luv. Easy fix…
Hang on, luv. Easy fix…
He bends down to grab something out of view. Erica is beside herself with this situation. He then stands back up and steps on something, making him once again eye level.
Erik Malone
Imagine you and us. One night only, fighting on the same side. Against any two pathetic humans you want. Cybil wants. The mass hysteria of human fans want. Does it matter?
Imagine you and us. One night only, fighting on the same side. Against any two pathetic humans you want. Cybil wants. The mass hysteria of human fans want. Does it matter?
His eyes never blink as his face inches closer.
Erik Malone
Throw us into human flesh with your strength. And we will show them reality. Be the rifle of truth for one night. Fire us onto your doubters.
Throw us into human flesh with your strength. And we will show them reality. Be the rifle of truth for one night. Fire us onto your doubters.
Erica Blayze
Wait a sec, so you think after everything I just said, that I would WILLINGLY team with you? You really are crazy, aren’t you?
Wait a sec, so you think after everything I just said, that I would WILLINGLY team with you? You really are crazy, aren’t you?
Erica looks down at his feet and whatever it is he’s stepping on to keep them at eye level with each other.
Erica Blayze
The answer is no. Unless you can give me a legit reason why I would want to. Right now? You’re behind me, and if I had to team with anyone, you would probably be the last person on my list. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find the boss lady.
The answer is no. Unless you can give me a legit reason why I would want to. Right now? You’re behind me, and if I had to team with anyone, you would probably be the last person on my list. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find the boss lady.
Erik simply smiles.
Erik Malone
We understand your position. Yet we know you seek power. Inside your heart it beats loudly for those of us that can hear it. Imagine if the power you feel you have now, was multiplied by the truth we possess. Of course, you could always doubt us, like everyone…..save for a few…does.
We understand your position. Yet we know you seek power. Inside your heart it beats loudly for those of us that can hear it. Imagine if the power you feel you have now, was multiplied by the truth we possess. Of course, you could always doubt us, like everyone…..save for a few…does.
He closes his eyes and smiles. He slowly steps down back to his normal height.
Erik Malone
One match. Let us fight beside you. We were chosen to find a human like yourself. I don't need to prove anything to you. Only your eyes do. Look up.
One match. Let us fight beside you. We were chosen to find a human like yourself. I don't need to prove anything to you. Only your eyes do. Look up.
Erica looked up. Heard nothing as she looked back down to no one. She looked down on the floor to see what Erik was standing on.
There was nothing there. She rubs her eyes, closes them, and reopens them, but still, nothing.
Erica Blayze
What the…
What the…
The cameras fade away, leaving Erica to wonder just where Erik, went, and leaving the fans to wonder if they will get to see the two of them as a team anytime soon!
The scene opens with the Leader of the Lost Generation, Noah Ortega, standing in front of a black background - alongside his Lost brothers in battle, Anton Palmer and the newly signed, Gio Moriello.
Noah Ortega
There's a lot of lost souls here in LA. There's a lot of pretenders here, a lot of fakers who have been led astray...
Ortega comes to a halt, rubbing his hands together as he looks into the air.
Noah Ortega
I can feel it in the air tonight, its in the atmosphere. I guess you could say that's just LA.
A smile plasters onto his face.
Noah Ortega
But just because you're lost, doesn't mean you're LOST forever. If you choose to embrace it, you CAN become something else entirely, if you walk the way of The Lost, you WILL become something. Tonight, I participate in a qualifier for the Gold Rush and I'm feeling optimistic. I'm feeling optimistic because a week ago, in the first episode of Revolver Pro, Emily Carter managed to book her way into the Gold Rush, who would've thought it? For someone as lost as she is, yet she hasn't even acknowledged so, she still managed to find a way in... I certainly wouldn't have thought it could happen, and the mere fact that it did, can only mean that I will qualify too... because Emily Carter our paths, they're aligned, whether you'd like to admit it or not. Sooner or later, you'll come to the realisation that the way of The Lost is the only way you'll be able to save yourself and flourish here, by joining me... and the sooner you realize it, the better. Until then, I have my own journey to continue to embark on, my own adventure that promises to be fruitful with success through hard labour... tonight, I'll be getting a taste of the Gold Rush.
The scene gradually fades to black.
The scene opens with the Leader of the Lost Generation, Noah Ortega, standing in front of a black background - alongside his Lost brothers in battle, Anton Palmer and the newly signed, Gio Moriello.
Noah Ortega
There's a lot of lost souls here in LA. There's a lot of pretenders here, a lot of fakers who have been led astray...
Ortega comes to a halt, rubbing his hands together as he looks into the air.
Noah Ortega
I can feel it in the air tonight, its in the atmosphere. I guess you could say that's just LA.
A smile plasters onto his face.
Noah Ortega
But just because you're lost, doesn't mean you're LOST forever. If you choose to embrace it, you CAN become something else entirely, if you walk the way of The Lost, you WILL become something. Tonight, I participate in a qualifier for the Gold Rush and I'm feeling optimistic. I'm feeling optimistic because a week ago, in the first episode of Revolver Pro, Emily Carter managed to book her way into the Gold Rush, who would've thought it? For someone as lost as she is, yet she hasn't even acknowledged so, she still managed to find a way in... I certainly wouldn't have thought it could happen, and the mere fact that it did, can only mean that I will qualify too... because Emily Carter our paths, they're aligned, whether you'd like to admit it or not. Sooner or later, you'll come to the realisation that the way of The Lost is the only way you'll be able to save yourself and flourish here, by joining me... and the sooner you realize it, the better. Until then, I have my own journey to continue to embark on, my own adventure that promises to be fruitful with success through hard labour... tonight, I'll be getting a taste of the Gold Rush.
The scene gradually fades to black.
MATCH TWO
SINGLES
Maeve Clarke vs. Becky Balfour
SINGLES
Maeve Clarke vs. Becky Balfour
RECAP
WINNER Becky Balfour METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:01 FINISHING MOVE Hear Me Out (Reverse DDT) POST MATCH Balfour seemed miffed that Clarke nearly put her away with her own move. It was enough to enrage the former Liberty Champion to start putting the boots to Clarke, filling Studio 88 with boos. Corbett looked pleased, and even stepped inside to get a few shots in himself. "Dex bring out the party favors." Corbett growled into a live mic. There's a moment of anticipation as the cameras turned towards the top of the ramp. However, we saw Dex Morant being drug from the back locked tightly in police grade zip ties, by two masked men wearing police armor. Following up on everyone's confusion, a full battalion of them exploded from the back. They marched in double step filing down the ramp. There was enough time for Balfour and Corbett to slink over the guardrail and retreat through the crowd. The security detail then formed a perimeter around the ring, standing at parade rest, menacingly as we cut to the back... |
We cut to the back to the ring where we see Cybil Callaghan. As the shot widens out, we can see that she's entertaining some notable guest for the evening. Chloe Collins, flanked by Jackal and Rhys are shown in the middle of breaking bread with the Revolver General Manager in the middle of the ring.
The rest of these masked riot policemen are still holding strong outside the ring, unmoving as the cameras pan over all of them standing at parade rest.
Chloe snaps her fingers and in short order, a small detachment of her Saber Security forces relocated one of announcer tables and set it up in the middle of the ring, chairs and all.
Cybil Callaghan
I'm so happy we could come to an agreement. You're really looking out for me on this one...
We see Cybil leaning over to sign her signature on a few sheets of paperwork.
Chloe Collins
Well, with that last name of Callaghan, you already have quite the target on your back. But you want the best security to keep you safe, so... here we are.
Cybil nodded before sliding the papers over towards Collins, who was readied with a sleek pen in hand.
Cybil Callaghan
I'd be a fool to disagree with you there... But still, there so much more I need from your organization.
She folded her hands across her chest as she nestled into her seat.
Cybil Callaghan
It took only one show to really see just how hard it is keeping a wrestling show running in proper ship shape... Not to mention the unsanctioned fights, the beat downs, everyone trying to make the show about them...
Chloe Collins
But that's why we're here Ms. Callaghan, is it not? As you've mentioned. Well, I'm sure you can see the team I've assigned to Revolver, at your request. They'll follow your orders, as we discussed. I hope you find our recruits to your liking.
Cybil's eyes light up as Chloe puts her signature on the adjacent line.
Cybil Callaghan
I don't see any problems with injecting a little martial law into Saturday Nights.
She extended a hand, and the two gave a nice professional shake.
Cybil Callaghan
I'd like to now formally welcome ALL of Saber Securities to Revolver Pro.
The short scene fades out quickly as we cut to the back.
We cut backstage to a shot of Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash sitting in their locker room watching old clips of their Tag Team matches in Rockytop Wrestling Association.
Both men twist the tops off a beer and almost in tandem, like a quick draw faceoff, they raise their hands and “shoot” the beer cap across the room into the trash can. Jack is a little quicker on the draw though, and his bottlecap bounces off the wall and falls in first.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Motherfucker.
Jack Graves
Still the fastest gun in the south. Ol’ Gentleman Jack Graves, duelist, AND defiler of fair maidens.
Thatcher laughs and turns his head to take a sip of his beer, but not before mumbling something first… juuuust loudly enough for Jack to hear it.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Married fair maidens at that.
Jack shrugs at his friend, giving him a cocky smirk before taking another swig of his Coors. He turns his attention back to the match playing on the Mac Book Pro, and the camera pans over their shoulder just in time to catch Thatcher springboarding into the ring to nail a guy in the side of the head with a flying roundhouse kick. The man crumples to the canvas, and Thatcher goes for the pin. The downed man, who has a buzz cut and super tacky army surplus pants mind you, kicks out at two and he gets a scowl from Thatcher. “Sergeant Steve Alcott” quickly gets pulled to his feet, and angrily. Thatcher's had just about enough of his shit and he hammer throws Alcott into the corner where Jack Graves is waiting. As soon as the army dude’s back hits the turnbuckles, he’s smacked HARD in the side of the head with a dinner bell elbow that rocks him like the casbah as Thatch comes barrelling in to land a sickening running knee to their gut simultaneously. The opponent instantly crumples to the mat.
The tag is made, and Graves comes in hot. He sprints across the ring like Bobby Boucher if you said water sucks, and he WRECKS Sarge’s teammate Diamond Dave with a shoulder block from hell. This big hoss hit and run sends him flying off the apron and into the barricade like a ragdoll. The small crowd of 134 people now sounds like 400 inside of the National Guard Armory as Sergeant Steve rises to his feet. Jack turns and nods his head as if he’s impressed, even going as far as to give the man a round of applause. A “Sergeant Steve” chant begins to echo through the building and Jack and Thatcher even join in. Jack waves Steve on, urging him to come get some. Steve charges forward and he ducks under a clothesline attempt by Graves, rebounding off the opposite ropes. Alcott shows tremendous heart and he comes charging back full speed to look for his finisher. Steve connects with his gore, “Operation Spearhead”, and it looks like Graves doesn't even try to move and eats it for some reason.
As the two hit the mat, it’s immediately clear why.
In the midst of getting trucked, Jack had wrapped his massive arms around the neck of the soldier, and he was now squeezing the life out of him with a guillotine choke. His partner comes into the ring to try and save the match, but he’s met by Thatcher’s “Shooting Iron”, a running single-leg dropkick to the face. It only takes a few seconds of Graves having his victim locked in the “Seroquel Pill” and they are out like a light. The referee calls the match and the two celebrate as they hoist the RWA Tag-Team titles high.
The shot cuts back to present-day locker room beer drinkin’ action, and Thatcher fakes a tear as he watches the moment back.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Such a special moment. The birth of the body bag tour and our dominant title reign. I think you actually choked 6-8 more people unconscious consecutively after this match. You used to be a stone-cold killer with that move.
Jack laughs and stands up, killing his beer.
Jack Graves
Still am. That’s actually how my ol’ lady and I kinda started. It’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you sometime. Right now though, I gotta go spin this wheel and see what I get. I’ll catch up with you later though. Good luck though bubba. Just in case I don’t see you before your match. Go kill it out there.
Thatcher stands and the two shake hands and pull each other into a bro hug.
Thatcher Ray Nash
May we get what we want, and never what we deserve, right?
Jack gives him a nod and pats his shoulder before heading for the door.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Hey Jack?
Graves stops and turns around to arch an eyebrow at his friend, and Thatch raises his beer in a toast.
Thatcher Ray Nash
To the body bag reunion tour. You should show them what the fuck is up. Let’s teach them who runs the south.
Jack thinks about it for a moment, and he gives a chuckle, turning to walk out the door.
Jack Graves
That’s the plan bubba… that’s the plan.
The rest of these masked riot policemen are still holding strong outside the ring, unmoving as the cameras pan over all of them standing at parade rest.
Chloe snaps her fingers and in short order, a small detachment of her Saber Security forces relocated one of announcer tables and set it up in the middle of the ring, chairs and all.
Cybil Callaghan
I'm so happy we could come to an agreement. You're really looking out for me on this one...
We see Cybil leaning over to sign her signature on a few sheets of paperwork.
Chloe Collins
Well, with that last name of Callaghan, you already have quite the target on your back. But you want the best security to keep you safe, so... here we are.
Cybil nodded before sliding the papers over towards Collins, who was readied with a sleek pen in hand.
Cybil Callaghan
I'd be a fool to disagree with you there... But still, there so much more I need from your organization.
She folded her hands across her chest as she nestled into her seat.
Cybil Callaghan
It took only one show to really see just how hard it is keeping a wrestling show running in proper ship shape... Not to mention the unsanctioned fights, the beat downs, everyone trying to make the show about them...
Chloe Collins
But that's why we're here Ms. Callaghan, is it not? As you've mentioned. Well, I'm sure you can see the team I've assigned to Revolver, at your request. They'll follow your orders, as we discussed. I hope you find our recruits to your liking.
Cybil's eyes light up as Chloe puts her signature on the adjacent line.
Cybil Callaghan
I don't see any problems with injecting a little martial law into Saturday Nights.
She extended a hand, and the two gave a nice professional shake.
Cybil Callaghan
I'd like to now formally welcome ALL of Saber Securities to Revolver Pro.
The short scene fades out quickly as we cut to the back.
We cut backstage to a shot of Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash sitting in their locker room watching old clips of their Tag Team matches in Rockytop Wrestling Association.
Both men twist the tops off a beer and almost in tandem, like a quick draw faceoff, they raise their hands and “shoot” the beer cap across the room into the trash can. Jack is a little quicker on the draw though, and his bottlecap bounces off the wall and falls in first.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Motherfucker.
Jack Graves
Still the fastest gun in the south. Ol’ Gentleman Jack Graves, duelist, AND defiler of fair maidens.
Thatcher laughs and turns his head to take a sip of his beer, but not before mumbling something first… juuuust loudly enough for Jack to hear it.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Married fair maidens at that.
Jack shrugs at his friend, giving him a cocky smirk before taking another swig of his Coors. He turns his attention back to the match playing on the Mac Book Pro, and the camera pans over their shoulder just in time to catch Thatcher springboarding into the ring to nail a guy in the side of the head with a flying roundhouse kick. The man crumples to the canvas, and Thatcher goes for the pin. The downed man, who has a buzz cut and super tacky army surplus pants mind you, kicks out at two and he gets a scowl from Thatcher. “Sergeant Steve Alcott” quickly gets pulled to his feet, and angrily. Thatcher's had just about enough of his shit and he hammer throws Alcott into the corner where Jack Graves is waiting. As soon as the army dude’s back hits the turnbuckles, he’s smacked HARD in the side of the head with a dinner bell elbow that rocks him like the casbah as Thatch comes barrelling in to land a sickening running knee to their gut simultaneously. The opponent instantly crumples to the mat.
The tag is made, and Graves comes in hot. He sprints across the ring like Bobby Boucher if you said water sucks, and he WRECKS Sarge’s teammate Diamond Dave with a shoulder block from hell. This big hoss hit and run sends him flying off the apron and into the barricade like a ragdoll. The small crowd of 134 people now sounds like 400 inside of the National Guard Armory as Sergeant Steve rises to his feet. Jack turns and nods his head as if he’s impressed, even going as far as to give the man a round of applause. A “Sergeant Steve” chant begins to echo through the building and Jack and Thatcher even join in. Jack waves Steve on, urging him to come get some. Steve charges forward and he ducks under a clothesline attempt by Graves, rebounding off the opposite ropes. Alcott shows tremendous heart and he comes charging back full speed to look for his finisher. Steve connects with his gore, “Operation Spearhead”, and it looks like Graves doesn't even try to move and eats it for some reason.
As the two hit the mat, it’s immediately clear why.
In the midst of getting trucked, Jack had wrapped his massive arms around the neck of the soldier, and he was now squeezing the life out of him with a guillotine choke. His partner comes into the ring to try and save the match, but he’s met by Thatcher’s “Shooting Iron”, a running single-leg dropkick to the face. It only takes a few seconds of Graves having his victim locked in the “Seroquel Pill” and they are out like a light. The referee calls the match and the two celebrate as they hoist the RWA Tag-Team titles high.
The shot cuts back to present-day locker room beer drinkin’ action, and Thatcher fakes a tear as he watches the moment back.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Such a special moment. The birth of the body bag tour and our dominant title reign. I think you actually choked 6-8 more people unconscious consecutively after this match. You used to be a stone-cold killer with that move.
Jack laughs and stands up, killing his beer.
Jack Graves
Still am. That’s actually how my ol’ lady and I kinda started. It’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you sometime. Right now though, I gotta go spin this wheel and see what I get. I’ll catch up with you later though. Good luck though bubba. Just in case I don’t see you before your match. Go kill it out there.
Thatcher stands and the two shake hands and pull each other into a bro hug.
Thatcher Ray Nash
May we get what we want, and never what we deserve, right?
Jack gives him a nod and pats his shoulder before heading for the door.
Thatcher Ray Nash
Hey Jack?
Graves stops and turns around to arch an eyebrow at his friend, and Thatch raises his beer in a toast.
Thatcher Ray Nash
To the body bag reunion tour. You should show them what the fuck is up. Let’s teach them who runs the south.
Jack thinks about it for a moment, and he gives a chuckle, turning to walk out the door.
Jack Graves
That’s the plan bubba… that’s the plan.
MATCH THREE
SINGLES
GOLD RUSH QUALIFIER
Thatcher Ray Nash vs. Noah Ortega
SINGLES
GOLD RUSH QUALIFIER
Thatcher Ray Nash vs. Noah Ortega
RECAP
WINNER Thatcher Ray Nash METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:16 (OT) FINISHING MOVE Shooting Iron (Running Single Leg Dropkick) POST MATCH Noah was beside himself, angry at having let this one slip through his fingers. He was seething as he turned to Thatcher, who was having his hand raised in victory. He jumped Nash from behind and started booting down the man with vitriol. Palmer was quick to get himself involved as well. They looked nervously to the top of the ramp, almost knowing that Saber Security might have to intervene. However, it was Jack Graves sprinting out from the back, and he had one hand wrapped with a chain, the other gripped the base of a Louisville Slugger! The Lost scrammed out of the ring. They retreated to the outside, trading words with Graves. But also planted in the crowd was Emily Carter! As the Lost are retreating, she snuck behind Noah and whacked him over the head with a Steel Chair! As the rest of the Lost turned their attention to Carter, Graves and Nash took to the outside! Nash witth a suicide dive and Graves rolling out and swinging his bat looking for a home run shot. The outside devolved into chaos, until Saber Security rushed down to separate everyone as we went to break... |
Sparrow
Sometimes, I wonder...If I hadn’t been as well-received..If I got treated like you got treated at some point...Would I have become like the you that exists now? Personally, I ain’t think I could do exactly what you do, like you do. The you who exists to spite. Ta--uh, Circle T. The you that spits in the face of every veteran in the business and echoes their rhetoric, the thing they love to say but can’t stand to hear. ‘You’re lucky to have even one classic with me’. You’ve said it countless times to many veterans in many different ways.
For a few moments, the man who was once Freedom Champion for only a handful of minutes looks thoughtful. If you ask Sparrow, he’d love to be Empire Champion. Dethrone Blyss, hurt Blyss, what’s the difference anymore? He quietly tapes his wrists together.
Sparrow
It ain’t different from the ten thousand variations of ‘you’ll get on par with me one day kid’. ‘You’ll be great one day’ that others echo out. This disregard for the younger ones, half-compliment, half condescension. This ‘too good by half eventually’ kinda thing. Always saying they’re a pillar in this business. They’ve done X and Y. This. That. The other thing. Honestly, brethren when you do it...I think I’ve said it before too... I dunno if it’s a spiteful critique, a clever commentary, or both. ...But there’s a method to your madness, that much I’m convinced of.
The West Indian Whirlwind shrugged his shoulders gently and looked at his wrist taping.
Sparrow
I tell myself that when I buy your water, your snacks, stream your music, buy your shirt, pre-order your game, buy your hat, and the trading card game, and even help film stuff for Grapflix...I tell myself these things as I buy them because it’s either that you’re serious about all of this or you’re the ghoul of capitalism come to plague the wrestlin’ industry yes. I dunno if there was somethin’ I did to you back in 2019 or if it’s simply somethin’ I represent, but if there is, I apologize...I don’t remember. I do want this match. This one-on-one...And I’m not going to be complainin’ if there happens to be some...”Classic” things that happen in this match. Because while you made a promise to yourself in 2019, you might not realize that you gave me...A gift in 2021.
He shrugged gently.
Sparrow
The Bass Reeves Deluxe. I don’t get to use it much but you were the one who gave me that Bull’s Angelito hold. Now, you ain’t know who I was related to, Circle T. You didn’t know that it’s...An improved version of a certain family member of mine’s old hold. I mean I ain’t even know it until she ran up on me. The point I’m trying to make is in giving me, showing me modules of how to do that move, you gave me something that I could make my own. Something that’s...Me. Something that reminds me...That I can choose me. Not her. Not them. Me. Now I ain’t gotta like all the things you do, I ain’t gotta be a fan of what you do and who you do it to...But I am infinitely thankful for the gift you gave me...
He breathed out and proceeded to stand up.
Sparrow
So that said? It’s time I kick your head in before you break my wrists yes. See you.
HEADLINER
STREET FIGHT
Jack Graves vs. Bear McGraw
STREET FIGHT
Jack Graves vs. Bear McGraw
RECAP
WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH 12:09 FINISHING MOVE N/A POST MATCH The Masked Desperado just barely gotten away is over looking everyone in the ring as he retreated through the crowd. We get a good shot of Nash and Graves jawing back and forth with him, until McGraw got to his feet. Off Mic we see Graves talking to Bear, apparently telling him that he had nothing to do with the attack in last weeks main event. Bear looks more than understanding about it now, and we even see Nash stepping in to give his two cents. There was a tense moment as Nash backed away, with Graves and McGraw eye-balling each other down. However, the tension broke once both men extended out a hand of mutual respect. We get to hear Graves yell "Let's get a fuckin' beer." as all three men exit the ring to cheers from the crowd, a possible cowboy connection formed... |
We open inside the "The Game Room" of the boss of Revolver Pro, Cybil Callaghan. She sits in chair next to her "Shreveport Slot Machine" waiting for the next person looking to spin-and-win. The Slot Machine slowly spins showing the different possibilities the Machine could land on, enticing the viewers and potential spinners. There's a knock on the door to Cybil's office, and she calls out…
Cybil Callaghan
Come in!
The door knob turns and in walks Derrick La'Bell! He looks at Cybil with a smile and reaches his hand out. Ms. Callaghan shakes his hand and welcomes him in.
Derrick La'Bell
Ms. Cybil, so glad to meet you in person. You already know what I'm here for!
Derrick looks at the Shreveport Slot Machine with a smile. Cybil laughs a bit.
Cybil Callaghan
Indeed I do! Do you want to get right down to it?
Derrick nods and walks up to the slot machine. He pauses for a moment and looks to Cybil.
Derrick La'Bell
Before I do this. I just want to say I appreciate the high draft spot and the opportunities you've given me thus far. Whatever this ends up being, I want to say thank you!
Cybil smiles and nods back to Derrick. La'Bell takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before PULLING THE HANDLE! With one mighty pull, the Shreveport Slot Machine runs through title match after title match, opportunity after opportunity, and past every red "Cybil's Choice". It goes and goes until it finally slows down on a "Cybil's Choice", NO!!! It rolls past it and onto "Revolver Pro Championship Match". Derrick opens his eyes and let's a big…
Derrick La'Bell
YES!!! Thank you so much for this opportunity, Cybil. I can't wait to prove to you why you made a good first round draft choice!
Cybil Callaghan
Don't thank me, it was the slot machine! However, I hope you're right about giving me a good return on my investment. I've seen what you've done for Liberty, and I hope you do the same here!
Derrick La'Bell
I won't let you down!
Derrick shakes Cybil's hand one more time, before turning around. As he exits the room where the Shreveport Slot Machine was, he throws a fist in the air and grabs his phone to call his girlfriend about the good news. You can still here him talking and Mimi screaming in enjoyment on speaker as he fades out, causing Cybil to laugh.
MAIN EVENT
SINGLES
Sparrow vs. Ⓣ
SINGLES
Sparrow vs. Ⓣ
RECAP
Sparrow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:50 FINISHING MOVE Notorious K.I.C.K. II (Top Rope Double Foot Stomp) POST MATCH We close this episode of Revolver in on a close up of Sparrow. He's exhausted, he's been worn down, but he emerges tonight victorious. We got a shot of out senior official staring at the odd hole in the center of the ring. He doesn't know what to make of it as he looks closer. The cameras transition to Tapp as he slowly comes too, we can only estimate the level of rage he'll have once he looks the tape back over of this exciting main event to Revolver 2... |