Post by Noah Jackson on Aug 24, 2022 11:06:53 GMT -8
High Roller Wrestling Presents...
Episode Six of ALL IN
Live from the the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, NV
Episode Six of ALL IN
Live from the the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, NV
BACKSTAGE
Erica Jackson is backstage ready to grace us with her interviewing skills once more.
Erica Jackson: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… ‘Little Miss Fierce’ Pattie Pearce!”
The short but stocky tiny powerhouse comes into view wearing a floor length sequined robe, glittery as all hell. Red and adorned with stars, she shows the back to the camera which says ‘Superstar LMF’ on it. She turns back around and removes her sunglasses.
Pattie Pearce: “Ericaaaa. Jackson. Yes, it is I. Your paragon of virtue, more tantalizing than Blue Chew. The one, the only…. Pattie P.!”
Erica chuckles and nods.
Erica Jackson: “This week you run it back with one of your opponents from the Fatal 4-Way last show, Marshal Smith. What are your thoughts going into this match?”
Pattie Pearce: “My thoughts? What do I think? What do you think I might be thinking? Conundrum upon conundrum, inquiring minds want to know! Well, I will tell you what I think. I think Marshal Smith is a beast of a man. His commitment to the gym is self-evident right? But I don’t know what he’s thinking about, because he doesn’t seem to say a lot. David Rosenberg on the other hand? We know what he’s thinking because his every thought dribbles out of his mouth as he smokes his stogies and slaps his man on the back. His meal ticket I guess? Oh, Marshal does his talking in the ring. He’s been speaking volumes in that manner. But me, I prefer quality over quantity.”
Erica Jackson: “Well you said a lot last show when you prevailed in the Fatal 4-Way. What else needs to be said this week, in your opinion?”
Pattie thrusted her arms out to the sides and shot off a double bicep pose.
Pattie Pearce: “I’m glad tonight is not a pose down, even though I think my definition is slightly better than Marshal’s, if I’m being honest. Maybe I’m a little conceited. I told you all last week that I was going to win. This week, second verse same as the first, baby! This isn’t the Olympics, and sure I might eat some suplexes. But I’ve got a big appetite for a little lady. Serve ‘em up, Chef Smith. A Superstar only shoots higher and higher into the sky. I’m here to turn heads, climb the ranks and claim some gold around my shapely waist. I’m not here to be David Rosenberg’s meal ticket. So you make sure you stay out of it Rosenberg, or you might get a view of the Sydney Skyline, pal.”
Erica covered her mouth to stifle the shocked look on her face.
Erica Jackson: “Speaking of interference and extracurriculars, you seemed to draw some extra attention from Charity Michaels and her husband Andrew last show.”
Pattie shook her head and mimed swinging a baseball bat.
Pattie Pearce: “Oh Charity, you got confused again… this isn’t baseball hon. Vegas doesn’t even have a Major League team. That ugly Pepto Bismol colored bat makes me sick, and it doesn’t feel very good either. Stay out of my business and accept defeat when it’s dealt to you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go void the warranty on a suplex machine. Superstar!”
She posed on one knee and then exited camera view as Erica looked on.
Erica Jackson is backstage ready to grace us with her interviewing skills once more.
Erica Jackson: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… ‘Little Miss Fierce’ Pattie Pearce!”
The short but stocky tiny powerhouse comes into view wearing a floor length sequined robe, glittery as all hell. Red and adorned with stars, she shows the back to the camera which says ‘Superstar LMF’ on it. She turns back around and removes her sunglasses.
Pattie Pearce: “Ericaaaa. Jackson. Yes, it is I. Your paragon of virtue, more tantalizing than Blue Chew. The one, the only…. Pattie P.!”
Erica chuckles and nods.
Erica Jackson: “This week you run it back with one of your opponents from the Fatal 4-Way last show, Marshal Smith. What are your thoughts going into this match?”
Pattie Pearce: “My thoughts? What do I think? What do you think I might be thinking? Conundrum upon conundrum, inquiring minds want to know! Well, I will tell you what I think. I think Marshal Smith is a beast of a man. His commitment to the gym is self-evident right? But I don’t know what he’s thinking about, because he doesn’t seem to say a lot. David Rosenberg on the other hand? We know what he’s thinking because his every thought dribbles out of his mouth as he smokes his stogies and slaps his man on the back. His meal ticket I guess? Oh, Marshal does his talking in the ring. He’s been speaking volumes in that manner. But me, I prefer quality over quantity.”
Erica Jackson: “Well you said a lot last show when you prevailed in the Fatal 4-Way. What else needs to be said this week, in your opinion?”
Pattie thrusted her arms out to the sides and shot off a double bicep pose.
Pattie Pearce: “I’m glad tonight is not a pose down, even though I think my definition is slightly better than Marshal’s, if I’m being honest. Maybe I’m a little conceited. I told you all last week that I was going to win. This week, second verse same as the first, baby! This isn’t the Olympics, and sure I might eat some suplexes. But I’ve got a big appetite for a little lady. Serve ‘em up, Chef Smith. A Superstar only shoots higher and higher into the sky. I’m here to turn heads, climb the ranks and claim some gold around my shapely waist. I’m not here to be David Rosenberg’s meal ticket. So you make sure you stay out of it Rosenberg, or you might get a view of the Sydney Skyline, pal.”
Erica covered her mouth to stifle the shocked look on her face.
Erica Jackson: “Speaking of interference and extracurriculars, you seemed to draw some extra attention from Charity Michaels and her husband Andrew last show.”
Pattie shook her head and mimed swinging a baseball bat.
Pattie Pearce: “Oh Charity, you got confused again… this isn’t baseball hon. Vegas doesn’t even have a Major League team. That ugly Pepto Bismol colored bat makes me sick, and it doesn’t feel very good either. Stay out of my business and accept defeat when it’s dealt to you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go void the warranty on a suplex machine. Superstar!”
She posed on one knee and then exited camera view as Erica looked on.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as Marshal Smith and David Rosenberg are in a backstage locker room. Marshal is hunched over in a chair, listening to music on his headphones. Rosenberg makes his way over and takes a knee in front of Marshal.
David Rosenberg: “Last show, that’s how it goes sometimes, kid. You dominated that match and suplexed the crap out of everyone. If it wasn’t for that interference you would have won that match. 1! 2! 3! Easy pay day for you. But you didn’t. So you learn from that match. You get better. You make less mistakes and you continue to get better. Tonight you have Pattie Pearce! Strong little girl. She could beat my ass if she really wanted to. But you’re stronger. You’re faster! You are the better athlete. You Marshal Smith! You are better! So go out there and get that W. Because the more W’s you get the higher up you get on that card and that means bigger pay days! And that’s what you want, right?”
Marshal shakes his head in agreement.
David Rosenberg: “Alright then! Go out there and impress everyone!”
Marshal Smith: “Slap me!”
David is a little bit confused as Marshal looks up at him.
Marshal Smith: “I said slap me!”
David thinks it over a little bit, but shrugs and slaps Marshal in the face.
Marshal Smith: “AGAIN!”
The loud noise from Marshall scares David into slapping him again but harder. Marshal jumps up from his chair and looks excited as he confidently makes his way towards the door!
Marshal Smith: “WOOOO THAT’S IT, BABY!”
David looks confused and surprised as he rubs his hand while watching Marshal walk out of the room.
David Rosenberg: “God damn that hurt.”
The scene cuts backstage as Marshal Smith and David Rosenberg are in a backstage locker room. Marshal is hunched over in a chair, listening to music on his headphones. Rosenberg makes his way over and takes a knee in front of Marshal.
David Rosenberg: “Last show, that’s how it goes sometimes, kid. You dominated that match and suplexed the crap out of everyone. If it wasn’t for that interference you would have won that match. 1! 2! 3! Easy pay day for you. But you didn’t. So you learn from that match. You get better. You make less mistakes and you continue to get better. Tonight you have Pattie Pearce! Strong little girl. She could beat my ass if she really wanted to. But you’re stronger. You’re faster! You are the better athlete. You Marshal Smith! You are better! So go out there and get that W. Because the more W’s you get the higher up you get on that card and that means bigger pay days! And that’s what you want, right?”
Marshal shakes his head in agreement.
David Rosenberg: “Alright then! Go out there and impress everyone!”
Marshal Smith: “Slap me!”
David is a little bit confused as Marshal looks up at him.
Marshal Smith: “I said slap me!”
David thinks it over a little bit, but shrugs and slaps Marshal in the face.
Marshal Smith: “AGAIN!”
The loud noise from Marshall scares David into slapping him again but harder. Marshal jumps up from his chair and looks excited as he confidently makes his way towards the door!
Marshal Smith: “WOOOO THAT’S IT, BABY!”
David looks confused and surprised as he rubs his hand while watching Marshal walk out of the room.
David Rosenberg: “God damn that hurt.”
MATCH ONE: Beat The Clock Challenge
Myra Rivers vs Amaya Jett
Myra Rivers vs Amaya Jett
| RECAP Myra came out with a fury, trying to end the match as soon as possible. Jett tried to make that not as simple of a task as she survived the opening onslaught. Jett used a quick moment to thumb Rivers’ eye and get on the offensive. But Myra was on a mission and was able to hit her Rebel Bomb (Widow's Peak/Gory Special) for the win. She looked up at the clock and scored an impressive 5:38. WINNER Myra Rivers METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:38 FINISHING MOVE Rebel Bomb (Widow's Peak/Gory Special) |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras move backstage where Destiny Davis was waving down the cameraman but another cameraman caught it from a second angle.
CAMERA MAN: I can't give you tv time. You aren't officially working here, yet. Sorry, bosses orders.
DESTINY DAVIS: Bosses orders? So the boss, Mister Jackson, doesn't want the ratings to go up? He doesn't wanna hear my side of what's about to go down tonight? You know what?
Destiny continued to walk towards the camera man to keep herself in the shot and the center of attention. Just as the camera man was about to get away from the former High Roller star, a masked man behinds him trips him up and the camera man falls. Before the camera can hit the ground, the masked man catches it and holds it up, pointing it at Destiny.
DESTINY DAVIS: Thank you. Finally, a true professional. It's like this, I know I don't have much time. I know your lil rinky dinky security is about to flock us Noah, but you think this is the answer? Putting me against two people at once? You think you're about to rid HRW of me, but ask yourself two things. One, is that what you really want? Love me or not, you know I bring a set of eyes that nobody else brings. And two, do you think I'm not prepared? I have a plan. I ALWAYS have a plan. The Kingpins are gonna get it, and then that contract is going to be mine and you can call me Miss Jackpot because there's no way that I'm walking into that ring to crap out. I'm cashing out.
There's a stir heard behind Destiny as she giggles, knowing it was security rushing down the hallway to get her and her masked friend for the chaos they had caused, not being official roster members at the moment.
DESTINY DAVIS: But for now I'm just out...Peace.
The man tosses the camera at the crew of security guards rushing towards them, as Destiny and the man laugh as they run for a place to hide, ready for Destiny's handicap match in just a few moments.
The cameras move backstage where Destiny Davis was waving down the cameraman but another cameraman caught it from a second angle.
CAMERA MAN: I can't give you tv time. You aren't officially working here, yet. Sorry, bosses orders.
DESTINY DAVIS: Bosses orders? So the boss, Mister Jackson, doesn't want the ratings to go up? He doesn't wanna hear my side of what's about to go down tonight? You know what?
Destiny continued to walk towards the camera man to keep herself in the shot and the center of attention. Just as the camera man was about to get away from the former High Roller star, a masked man behinds him trips him up and the camera man falls. Before the camera can hit the ground, the masked man catches it and holds it up, pointing it at Destiny.
DESTINY DAVIS: Thank you. Finally, a true professional. It's like this, I know I don't have much time. I know your lil rinky dinky security is about to flock us Noah, but you think this is the answer? Putting me against two people at once? You think you're about to rid HRW of me, but ask yourself two things. One, is that what you really want? Love me or not, you know I bring a set of eyes that nobody else brings. And two, do you think I'm not prepared? I have a plan. I ALWAYS have a plan. The Kingpins are gonna get it, and then that contract is going to be mine and you can call me Miss Jackpot because there's no way that I'm walking into that ring to crap out. I'm cashing out.
There's a stir heard behind Destiny as she giggles, knowing it was security rushing down the hallway to get her and her masked friend for the chaos they had caused, not being official roster members at the moment.
DESTINY DAVIS: But for now I'm just out...Peace.
The man tosses the camera at the crew of security guards rushing towards them, as Destiny and the man laugh as they run for a place to hide, ready for Destiny's handicap match in just a few moments.
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens to the locker room where Ethan is sitting with a big smirk on his face.
ETHAN TURNER: Hey!
Ethan taps his fingers in his leg. Keeping the same smile.
ETHAN TURNER: Tonight I get my second chance at this Jackpot Match Qualifier seeing as the last one got interrupted by Destiny! That was just cheap. I should’ve gotten the win but oh well!
Ethan shakes his head as he stands up and paces the locker room a bit.
ETHAN TURNER: But anyways, tonight I get Charity in a second chance. While this could be a tough one this is also one where my opponent didn’t even know my finishing move! Like, how are you going to go up against someone and not know the name of it!? That’s something that you should never do, you know. Thinking the Turner Express was a train or something is just dumb!
Ethan shakes his head as he continues pacing the room, his fingers tapping on each thigh as he does.
ETHAN TURNER: Winning this match would be a big thing for me, that’s for sure. Would really set me up for furthering my career really and I need that for sure. Charity you might too I get it but you aren’t taking anything from me! I want and need this win! There’s no way that you are going to come into a match, not knowing my finishing move and beat me. That just can’t happen and isn’t right if it does! It’s a shame on you!
Ethan stops and looks at the camera still with the smile on his face.
ETHAN TURNER: Tonight the book of Ethan Turner continues!! The future is really gonna start looking bright for me after tonight for sure! I can’t wait until I get in that ring and get the W! See you out there Charity! Don’t forget the big fat L by the way! You’ll need it!
Ethan chuckles and winks as he walks away.
The camera opens to the locker room where Ethan is sitting with a big smirk on his face.
ETHAN TURNER: Hey!
Ethan taps his fingers in his leg. Keeping the same smile.
ETHAN TURNER: Tonight I get my second chance at this Jackpot Match Qualifier seeing as the last one got interrupted by Destiny! That was just cheap. I should’ve gotten the win but oh well!
Ethan shakes his head as he stands up and paces the locker room a bit.
ETHAN TURNER: But anyways, tonight I get Charity in a second chance. While this could be a tough one this is also one where my opponent didn’t even know my finishing move! Like, how are you going to go up against someone and not know the name of it!? That’s something that you should never do, you know. Thinking the Turner Express was a train or something is just dumb!
Ethan shakes his head as he continues pacing the room, his fingers tapping on each thigh as he does.
ETHAN TURNER: Winning this match would be a big thing for me, that’s for sure. Would really set me up for furthering my career really and I need that for sure. Charity you might too I get it but you aren’t taking anything from me! I want and need this win! There’s no way that you are going to come into a match, not knowing my finishing move and beat me. That just can’t happen and isn’t right if it does! It’s a shame on you!
Ethan stops and looks at the camera still with the smile on his face.
ETHAN TURNER: Tonight the book of Ethan Turner continues!! The future is really gonna start looking bright for me after tonight for sure! I can’t wait until I get in that ring and get the W! See you out there Charity! Don’t forget the big fat L by the way! You’ll need it!
Ethan chuckles and winks as he walks away.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Pattie Pearce vs Marshal Smith
Pattie Pearce vs Marshal Smith
| RECAP As the bell rings, David Rosenberg gets on the apron and starts to yell at Pattie, getting her attention. This allows Marshal to rush over and spear her. He tries for a quick pin but she powers out. At the direction of Rosenberg, Marshal takes over Pattie with a Release Belly To Belly Suplex. He follows it up with a T-Bone Suplex before playing it up for the crowd. Smith turns and gets absolutely leveled with a Sydney Skyline (springboard high knee a la Seth Rollins)! The official starts the ten count as both competitors struggle to get back to their feet. Once back to their feet, Pattie connects with The Pits! (Superkick To Armpit) and then sets up to hit Smith with her Maximum Overdrive (Pop Up Flip Piledriver) but just then Charity Michaels comes from out of the crowd and starts to yell at Pattie. She yells back but this allows Marshal to connect with his Brooklyn Punch (Pop up punch to the jaw)! He drops down on Pattie and gets the win. WINNER Marshal Smith METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:59 FINISHING MOVE Brooklyn Punch (Pop up punch to the jaw) |
BACKSTAGE
Erica Jackson stood by with The HWR tag team champions, Team Madness Echo Layne & Alexandria Monroe. Who had quite the getup on. Dressed in black & grey school girl uniforms, knee high socks, black boots and hair in pigtails. They were dressed like the girls in the movie, "The Craft". But they made it cute yet hot. Erica eyeballed the attire again before she spoke.
Erica Jackson: Nice getup, About last week?
Echo cut Erica off quickly.
Echo Layne: Last week's fluke, yes a fluke you heard me. The Mighty Nightfall still sucks and they haven't beaten us and they won't. The HRW tag championships are ours, we earned them and deserve them because WE are the greatest tag team to step foot inside High Roller Wrestling. Not some washed up tag team who hasn't done anything.
Erica Jackson: Tonight, you face Daughters of Janus? For your titles.
Alexandria laughed.
Alexandria Monroe: Daughters of Janus? Are we supposed to be scared? Hilarious. Turn Sabrina The Teenage Witch off already. We ain't scared of shit, haven't you been paying attention? We literally WILL do anything, anything to make sure we walk out as the winners. It's time for a reality check, because you're lost in the upside down and that shit it doesn't work here.
Echo Layne: This is the real world, stop reading those magic books and pay attention. Because tonight, we will BEAT you, we ain't no fluke and we WILL show you all why we are the best.
Erica Jackson: Are you the best?
Alexandria Monroe: Obviously.
Echo and Alex held up the tag championships and did a few crazy poses with them.
Echo Layne: We're the best at everything, tell me we aren't Erica? We've done so much tag team wrestling and nobody appreciates it.
Erica went to speak but was cut off by Alex.
Alexandria Monroe: Appreciate us. Embrace us. Let us in and guide you to Greatness. The Reign Of Madness - it's just begun, WELCOME to the show.
Echo Layne: Pay extra extra close attention tonight. The only thing you'll hear is, The WINNERS of the match and STILL tag team champions off the world. The greatest duo since Batman & Robin, the Pink Nightmares that haunt your dreams, THE GREATEST tag team in the WORLD TEAM MADNESS…
Echo and Alex laughed and held up their titles before they skipped off out of the scene.
Erica Jackson stood by with The HWR tag team champions, Team Madness Echo Layne & Alexandria Monroe. Who had quite the getup on. Dressed in black & grey school girl uniforms, knee high socks, black boots and hair in pigtails. They were dressed like the girls in the movie, "The Craft". But they made it cute yet hot. Erica eyeballed the attire again before she spoke.
Erica Jackson: Nice getup, About last week?
Echo cut Erica off quickly.
Echo Layne: Last week's fluke, yes a fluke you heard me. The Mighty Nightfall still sucks and they haven't beaten us and they won't. The HRW tag championships are ours, we earned them and deserve them because WE are the greatest tag team to step foot inside High Roller Wrestling. Not some washed up tag team who hasn't done anything.
Erica Jackson: Tonight, you face Daughters of Janus? For your titles.
Alexandria laughed.
Alexandria Monroe: Daughters of Janus? Are we supposed to be scared? Hilarious. Turn Sabrina The Teenage Witch off already. We ain't scared of shit, haven't you been paying attention? We literally WILL do anything, anything to make sure we walk out as the winners. It's time for a reality check, because you're lost in the upside down and that shit it doesn't work here.
Echo Layne: This is the real world, stop reading those magic books and pay attention. Because tonight, we will BEAT you, we ain't no fluke and we WILL show you all why we are the best.
Erica Jackson: Are you the best?
Alexandria Monroe: Obviously.
Echo and Alex held up the tag championships and did a few crazy poses with them.
Echo Layne: We're the best at everything, tell me we aren't Erica? We've done so much tag team wrestling and nobody appreciates it.
Erica went to speak but was cut off by Alex.
Alexandria Monroe: Appreciate us. Embrace us. Let us in and guide you to Greatness. The Reign Of Madness - it's just begun, WELCOME to the show.
Echo Layne: Pay extra extra close attention tonight. The only thing you'll hear is, The WINNERS of the match and STILL tag team champions off the world. The greatest duo since Batman & Robin, the Pink Nightmares that haunt your dreams, THE GREATEST tag team in the WORLD TEAM MADNESS…
Echo and Alex laughed and held up their titles before they skipped off out of the scene.
MATCH THREE: If Destiny wins she gets a new contract and is added to the Jackpot Match:
Destiny Davis vs Kali Kingpins (Eric Calloway & Dexter Calloway)
Destiny Davis vs Kali Kingpins (Eric Calloway & Dexter Calloway)
| RECAP Destiny did her best against the veteran tag team of the Kali Kingpins. But the use of double teams and quick tags started to wear her down. She fought back but during it all, the referee took a bump and went down. The Kingpins went for their Adios Mothafucca! (AMF!) - (Eric hits a wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter adds a sitout rear mat slam to drive an opponent's head into the mat) but the same man who helped Destiny attack last show came out and leveled Dexter with a steel pipe! Eric went to attack the man but he got hit with the pipe as well. Destiny and the unknown man then drop Eric with a powerbomb and back stabber combination and Destiny makes the cover and gets the win. WINNER Destiny Davis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:14 FINISHING MOVE Powerbomb/Back Stabber |
BACKSTAGE
Charity was a bit upset. Her debut match didn't go the way she wanted it to go. She lost because some freaking man pushed her outside of the ring and peppermint pattie stole her win. It was supposed to be her winning the match. Charity was backstage in her locker room with her loving handsome husband. He was helping her prepare for her match against Ethan Turner. It was a jackpot match qualifier which she wanted to win. Andrew was sitting on the leather couch while charity was sitting on the floor in between her husband's legs. He was rubbing her shoulders and neck to help her relax. When someone would knock on the door. Charity assumes it was her friend that was coming to support her and cheer her on. So she yelled for her to come in. Charity expression changed when she saw it was Erica Jackson.
Charity Michaels:
Oh it's just you. What do you want Erica?
Erica Jackson:
I want a few minutes of your time that's all charity.
Andrew looked upset that she just interrupted their time.
Charity Michaels:
I'll give you 5 minutes, that's all. We were a little busy preparing for my match. Before you so rudely interrupted. I see you didn't take my advice on wearing a sweater or even a trash bag to cover yourself up. You know children watch this show.
Erica Jackson:
I apologize for interrupting. I'm going to just pretend I didn't hear your last comment……your 2nd match here is against Ethan Turner he has been very vocal on social media about taking you for a ride on the Turner express.
Charity starts to laugh about the Turner express.
Charity Michaels:
First off Ethan wishes he could take me for a ride on the Turner express. Keyword wishes. I mean he probably could take you on a ride Erica but me nope. Ethan Turner will meet the beautiful Disaster though. Or even give 2 Charity he's definitely meeting one of them. I'll decide which one when the time is right.
Charity smiled at the thought of smashing Ethan's head into the mat she even got lost in a daze a little bit. . Like it was just Charity and Ethan in the ring as she slammed Ethan's head into the mat. She even started smiling.
Erica Jackson:
Charity? Wake up! I don't like this Charity wake up! Hey, hello?…
It's like stranger things started happening right in front of her. All of a sudden Erica would clap her hands together. Charity looked back up at Erica and smiled.
Erica Jackson:
Pattie pearce said a few things about you last week. Self-appointed queen who trots out her man candy hubby __.
Before Erica could get the last words out Charity chimed in.
Charity Michaels:
Don't even finish that last part ERICA! I will slap you. Peppermint Patty is just jealous that she doesn't have a super hot man to accompany her at ring side and cheer her on. Pattie I am the Queen around here and it's about damn time you start treating your queen with some respect.
Andrew Michaels:
Baby let's focus on Ethan. Pattiecakes is last on our list of people to throw away.
Erica was surprised to hear Andrew speak. Charity would give her husband an agreeing look before turning her attention back to Erica.
Charity Michaels:
Is that it? Or do you wanna stay and watch. You look like you're into that kinda thing.
Erica Jackson:
One last thing and I will leave you two alone. Charity are you focused on the right person? You seem like you're more concerned with Pattie.
Charity Michaels:
Oh my god! ERICA. It's called multitasking. I can focus on more than one person. Trust me Erica you think Ethan and pattiecakes are the only 2 people on my mind. Because news flash Erica they are not the only things in my head. I have to plan something for a furry friend of mine. Anyways can you just go? I'm busy. I have some plans that don't involve you Erica. Go find a man or something to keep you busy. I'll throw you a mini skirt. Will that make you leave?
Erica shook her head. As much as she would love to smack charity she walked away being the professional she was. Charity would yell at her to close the door before the scene fades.
Charity was a bit upset. Her debut match didn't go the way she wanted it to go. She lost because some freaking man pushed her outside of the ring and peppermint pattie stole her win. It was supposed to be her winning the match. Charity was backstage in her locker room with her loving handsome husband. He was helping her prepare for her match against Ethan Turner. It was a jackpot match qualifier which she wanted to win. Andrew was sitting on the leather couch while charity was sitting on the floor in between her husband's legs. He was rubbing her shoulders and neck to help her relax. When someone would knock on the door. Charity assumes it was her friend that was coming to support her and cheer her on. So she yelled for her to come in. Charity expression changed when she saw it was Erica Jackson.
Charity Michaels:
Oh it's just you. What do you want Erica?
Erica Jackson:
I want a few minutes of your time that's all charity.
Andrew looked upset that she just interrupted their time.
Charity Michaels:
I'll give you 5 minutes, that's all. We were a little busy preparing for my match. Before you so rudely interrupted. I see you didn't take my advice on wearing a sweater or even a trash bag to cover yourself up. You know children watch this show.
Erica Jackson:
I apologize for interrupting. I'm going to just pretend I didn't hear your last comment……your 2nd match here is against Ethan Turner he has been very vocal on social media about taking you for a ride on the Turner express.
Charity starts to laugh about the Turner express.
Charity Michaels:
First off Ethan wishes he could take me for a ride on the Turner express. Keyword wishes. I mean he probably could take you on a ride Erica but me nope. Ethan Turner will meet the beautiful Disaster though. Or even give 2 Charity he's definitely meeting one of them. I'll decide which one when the time is right.
Charity smiled at the thought of smashing Ethan's head into the mat she even got lost in a daze a little bit. . Like it was just Charity and Ethan in the ring as she slammed Ethan's head into the mat. She even started smiling.
Erica Jackson:
Charity? Wake up! I don't like this Charity wake up! Hey, hello?…
It's like stranger things started happening right in front of her. All of a sudden Erica would clap her hands together. Charity looked back up at Erica and smiled.
Erica Jackson:
Pattie pearce said a few things about you last week. Self-appointed queen who trots out her man candy hubby __.
Before Erica could get the last words out Charity chimed in.
Charity Michaels:
Don't even finish that last part ERICA! I will slap you. Peppermint Patty is just jealous that she doesn't have a super hot man to accompany her at ring side and cheer her on. Pattie I am the Queen around here and it's about damn time you start treating your queen with some respect.
Andrew Michaels:
Baby let's focus on Ethan. Pattiecakes is last on our list of people to throw away.
Erica was surprised to hear Andrew speak. Charity would give her husband an agreeing look before turning her attention back to Erica.
Charity Michaels:
Is that it? Or do you wanna stay and watch. You look like you're into that kinda thing.
Erica Jackson:
One last thing and I will leave you two alone. Charity are you focused on the right person? You seem like you're more concerned with Pattie.
Charity Michaels:
Oh my god! ERICA. It's called multitasking. I can focus on more than one person. Trust me Erica you think Ethan and pattiecakes are the only 2 people on my mind. Because news flash Erica they are not the only things in my head. I have to plan something for a furry friend of mine. Anyways can you just go? I'm busy. I have some plans that don't involve you Erica. Go find a man or something to keep you busy. I'll throw you a mini skirt. Will that make you leave?
Erica shook her head. As much as she would love to smack charity she walked away being the professional she was. Charity would yell at her to close the door before the scene fades.
MATCH FOUR: Jackpot Match Qualifier
Charity Michaels vs Ethan Turner
Charity Michaels vs Ethan Turner
| RECAP Charity and Ethan battle for most of the match with neither getting a clear advantage. Charity’s husband who was at ringside kept making his presence known as he did whatever he could to taunt and distract Turner. But Ethan kept his composure and was able to drop Charity with a big superkick. Just then Turner is able to hit his Time Turner (Christopher Daniel’s BME)! He makes the cover but just before the three, Charity’s husband Andrew puts her foot on the bottom rope to break up the pin. Turner has had enough of this and gets out of the ring where Andrew taunts him and begs him to hit him. So ET does as he connects with a superkick to Andrew’s face. Turner then mounts him and starts to rain down hard punches. Turner then slides back into the ring but gets hit out of nowhere with Beautiful Disaster (Running Curb Stomp) from Charity and she scores the win. Charity couldn’t celebrate too much as Pattie Pearce came out and chased off Charity. But Pattie got some payback as she hit her Maximum Overdrive (Pop Up Flip Piledriver) on Charity’s husband Andrew! WINNER Charity Michaels METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:33 FINISHING MOVE Beautiful Disaster (Running Curb Stomp) |
BACKSTAGE
Athena Adler: “You automatically lost using a typo as an insult.” Is she for real? How is pointing out that they are unable to grasp the English language a loss? And why does she even think for a second that tweeting is a victory at all?
There was Athena, ranting away yet again. She was sat in front of a mirror on a dressing room table, applying her customary neon blue eyeshadow prior to the Daughters' titanic Tag Team contest against Team Madness for the titles. She looked regal, wearing a neon blue and electric purple zebra striped attire, likely a colour scheme that Minerva would be wearing tonight as well, matching the colours of the hearts they often posted on social media, blue for Ena, purple for Minnie.
Athena Adler: Oh, yes. Because they have been unable to defeat us in the wrestling ring, that’s right isn’t it? She asked what we have on her, and we have wins. All In, Episode One, the Daughters of Janus victorious over Team Madness, Team Sadness, Team Absolute Generic Sad Acts. I mean, the only reason they are champions in the first place is because we were robbed, screwed, cheated out of the title tournament in the first place! Shoved into a steel chair by Grimes and Night, in full view of the referee who should have been fired on the spot. Banned from officiating, banned from the country itself!
As she carried on, it became clear she wasn’t actually ranting to herself, but there was another woman in the room. But it wasn’t her tag partner and twin, Minerva. Instead it was the younger Janus sibling, the long lost Sophia. She was wearing a jet black catsuit, accented with blue, purple and green trim, her midnight locks put up and a wide smile on her face. She seemed like she was assisting her sibling with getting ready, passing her the makeup she required, as well as water on request.
Athena Adler: Then she goes on her little rant with the two like crew, actually believing she is part of the SUPERIOR team? When we outclass them, outmatch them, have more titles and success than they will ever have or dream of having! Hah. Pitiful!
Sophia Janus: But people will say, they have the titles now. And the fan vote was 50\50.
Athena sighed, shaking her head in the mirror as Sophia slid her gloves over to her, that Athena hastily put on. Sophia, who had seemingly come out of nowhere in the past few months, and yet had amassed quite a popular following due to her modeling shoots, shot a very knowing grin towards Adler. It was obvious that she was trying to fire her sister up, and it was working.
Athena Adler: So what if they have the titles now, they won’t by the end of the night! And we will prove that the vote should have been all for us. That is for sure. They are merely placeholders, who should be glad that they can share a ring with GREATNESS! The GREATEST Twin Tag Team in the HISTORY of Professional Wrestling. You know, The Daughters of Janus against any other team in this little dice rolling league, and it would be the MAIN EVENT! Exactly where the Janus Dynasty belongs. But, oh no, they have to drag us down to their level. The booking committee clearly realized that we would just wipe the floor with them rapidly, so obviously want a longer final contest… That’s right, a final contest. Because The Daughters are now, and forever will be, the true Main Event!
Sophia Janus: And rightfully deserved as well. Nothing they say can ever change that.
Athena seemed to be in a world of her own at this point, ranting away as Sophia chipped in the odd phrase. Adler was getting more fired up as the moments passed, and her younger sibling was stirring the pot, getting Athena even more ready for their upcoming title bout.
Athena Adler: And last show? Did you even hear that idiot? She didn’t even realise that it was MINERVA in that Tag match, not me! Yet she was saying my name during that pathetic excuse of an interview they had. Whilst all her partner could do was gush about… ew… Tyson Gregory. By the Goddess, what an awful obsession to have. At least Monroe’s obsession with me has some merit, though it’s creepy as hell.
Sophia Janus: Not to mention that Minerva won last time out in the name of Janus. You’re two and oh against them. That makes the true superior team, and that’s why they have nothing on you.
The lights flickered as Minerva’s name was mentioned, Sophia clapping her hands in joy. Athena was too engrossed in her rant though, her sharp eyes gazing skyward, almost as if she could physically see victory on the horizon, just as Sophia slipped a green armband onto her sleeve, green to represent the envious heart that she displayed on Twitter.
Athena Adler: But tonight, finally, all the rights will be wronged. We earned this title opportunity. We deserve this opportunity. We should really already BE the champions if it wasn’t for that dodgy referee. But that will be over and done with soon, and we will have gold around our waists once again!
Sophia Janus: Which is everything you deserve. You weren’t a two time World Champion for nothing, Athena. In a company that Echo’s boyfriend failed to reach the top of. She should remember that as well.
Athena smiled at this, loving the fact that Sophia had brought up the fact that she had reached the top of the singles mountain twice, something that she had painstakingly reminded everyone in the entire world about on over a hundred occasions. Sophia then helped her slip her ring jacket on.
Athena Adler: Maybe you are a Janus after all…
Athena suddenly said as she turned to Sophia. Her younger sisters’ eyes lit up at this comment. It had been abundantly clear that Athena had not warmed to Sophia’s shock emergence as much as Minerva, and there was once a time it seemed she would cause a splinter in the Janus Dynasty. But not tonight, as the two sisters clearly were beginning to truly bond.
Sophia Janus: Ena?
Sophia muttered, her hand on Athena’s shoulder, a look of concern on her face. The lights were flickering again, now flashing faster and faster. As the camera took in Athena’s face, her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, as a rustling sound began to develop in the background. This was soon followed by a drip. Drip, drip, drip. Sophia shook her elder sister, perplexed by what was happening, until she jumped, one of the lightbulbs above her shaking as sparks flew out across the room.
Sophia Janus: The Light?
Sophia whispered, covering her mouth with her black gloved hand as she stared around the room. Crimson began dripping down the walls, putrid and thick, streaming down and coating anything it touched. Lanterns, scattered around the room in every direction, suddenly burst aflame, purple and blazing, dancing to an unfamiliar hymn. The walls themselves seemed to move, handprints pressing the stained wallpaper, pushing out as if they tried to burst free and away into the open world. A thick, coarse fog began billowing out into the room, swirling up into little tornados that span and span around the room. There were screams, two screams, as the faces of Echo Layne and Alexandria Monroe seemed to press against the wall, their faces warped and twisted, carved with steel and bone, rotting in a disturbingly disgusting green colour. They called out and screamed, the cries of a murder of crows making their death cries heard for all the world to hear. Emerging from the very centre of the room, the High Roller Wrestling Tag Team titles began to emerge, but they were cracked and brittle, broken and snapped, coated in that same thick crimson that came down from the walls like a waterfall of sickening lifeforce. As the sounds reached deafening levels, Sophia tried to shake Athena awake, but she was deep in her trance, her body twitching.
Sophia Janus: Ena! Ena!
Sophia cried out as the noise reached deafening levels, the faces of Echo and Alexandria disintegrating, the pieces falling down to the smog covered floor, never to be seen again. It was then that the door burst open, a blinding light shining from the doorway as if the gates of heaven themselves had been opened. Sophia covered her eyes, unable to gaze at the sublime radiance emitting from the entrance. Standing there was a silhouette of a figure, the same size of Athena, seemingly attired the same way as Athena was, but with a bloody crown of thorns upon their head, their face as red as red could be. There was a devilish growl, a sound so demonic the room almost shook. And then a voice, a single voice uttering a single word…
Minerva Janus: Hi.
Sophia blinked, then looked around herself. All was back to normal. No strange faces, no smog, no bleeding walls or blazing lanterns. Just the room as it was, just like it were before.
Athena Adler: Dammit, Minnie. We were supposed to match perfectly. Why did you have headwear made without consulting me first?
Athena leapt up to her feet, storming over to Minerva’s side. But instead of a crown of thorns on Minnie’s head, there was an evergreen laurel wreath.
Minerva Janus: Try as will, and try as might, I worked on these to great delight. You wanted quiet, that much is true, you like your time to focus, you. And so I gave you time to spare, to prepare for titles that should be ours, not theirs. So I made you one, it matches see! A tribute to our sister of three!
Minerva then produced a second laurel wreath, placing it on Athena’s head. FOr a moment Adler’s face was one of thunder, but once she had the matching crown of triumph, she smiled sweetly, looking over to Sophia as both her and Minerva posed, as if nothing strange had happened at all.
Sophia Janus: They’re… T-they’re beautiful.
Minnie then applauded, then offered her hand to the stunned Sophia to follow, as the Daughters moved on towards their grand title opportunity.
Minerva Janus: Onwards we go, and fight as we might. There is gold to be had on this fateful night.
And with that, Athena and Minerva paced out of the room together. Sophia stood there for a second, trying to absorb what she had just witnessed, if she had witnessed it at all. She blinked, grinned, and then shook her head as she followed her siblings out and away, setting off towards their massive title match.
Athena Adler: “You automatically lost using a typo as an insult.” Is she for real? How is pointing out that they are unable to grasp the English language a loss? And why does she even think for a second that tweeting is a victory at all?
There was Athena, ranting away yet again. She was sat in front of a mirror on a dressing room table, applying her customary neon blue eyeshadow prior to the Daughters' titanic Tag Team contest against Team Madness for the titles. She looked regal, wearing a neon blue and electric purple zebra striped attire, likely a colour scheme that Minerva would be wearing tonight as well, matching the colours of the hearts they often posted on social media, blue for Ena, purple for Minnie.
Athena Adler: Oh, yes. Because they have been unable to defeat us in the wrestling ring, that’s right isn’t it? She asked what we have on her, and we have wins. All In, Episode One, the Daughters of Janus victorious over Team Madness, Team Sadness, Team Absolute Generic Sad Acts. I mean, the only reason they are champions in the first place is because we were robbed, screwed, cheated out of the title tournament in the first place! Shoved into a steel chair by Grimes and Night, in full view of the referee who should have been fired on the spot. Banned from officiating, banned from the country itself!
As she carried on, it became clear she wasn’t actually ranting to herself, but there was another woman in the room. But it wasn’t her tag partner and twin, Minerva. Instead it was the younger Janus sibling, the long lost Sophia. She was wearing a jet black catsuit, accented with blue, purple and green trim, her midnight locks put up and a wide smile on her face. She seemed like she was assisting her sibling with getting ready, passing her the makeup she required, as well as water on request.
Athena Adler: Then she goes on her little rant with the two like crew, actually believing she is part of the SUPERIOR team? When we outclass them, outmatch them, have more titles and success than they will ever have or dream of having! Hah. Pitiful!
Sophia Janus: But people will say, they have the titles now. And the fan vote was 50\50.
Athena sighed, shaking her head in the mirror as Sophia slid her gloves over to her, that Athena hastily put on. Sophia, who had seemingly come out of nowhere in the past few months, and yet had amassed quite a popular following due to her modeling shoots, shot a very knowing grin towards Adler. It was obvious that she was trying to fire her sister up, and it was working.
Athena Adler: So what if they have the titles now, they won’t by the end of the night! And we will prove that the vote should have been all for us. That is for sure. They are merely placeholders, who should be glad that they can share a ring with GREATNESS! The GREATEST Twin Tag Team in the HISTORY of Professional Wrestling. You know, The Daughters of Janus against any other team in this little dice rolling league, and it would be the MAIN EVENT! Exactly where the Janus Dynasty belongs. But, oh no, they have to drag us down to their level. The booking committee clearly realized that we would just wipe the floor with them rapidly, so obviously want a longer final contest… That’s right, a final contest. Because The Daughters are now, and forever will be, the true Main Event!
Sophia Janus: And rightfully deserved as well. Nothing they say can ever change that.
Athena seemed to be in a world of her own at this point, ranting away as Sophia chipped in the odd phrase. Adler was getting more fired up as the moments passed, and her younger sibling was stirring the pot, getting Athena even more ready for their upcoming title bout.
Athena Adler: And last show? Did you even hear that idiot? She didn’t even realise that it was MINERVA in that Tag match, not me! Yet she was saying my name during that pathetic excuse of an interview they had. Whilst all her partner could do was gush about… ew… Tyson Gregory. By the Goddess, what an awful obsession to have. At least Monroe’s obsession with me has some merit, though it’s creepy as hell.
Sophia Janus: Not to mention that Minerva won last time out in the name of Janus. You’re two and oh against them. That makes the true superior team, and that’s why they have nothing on you.
The lights flickered as Minerva’s name was mentioned, Sophia clapping her hands in joy. Athena was too engrossed in her rant though, her sharp eyes gazing skyward, almost as if she could physically see victory on the horizon, just as Sophia slipped a green armband onto her sleeve, green to represent the envious heart that she displayed on Twitter.
Athena Adler: But tonight, finally, all the rights will be wronged. We earned this title opportunity. We deserve this opportunity. We should really already BE the champions if it wasn’t for that dodgy referee. But that will be over and done with soon, and we will have gold around our waists once again!
Sophia Janus: Which is everything you deserve. You weren’t a two time World Champion for nothing, Athena. In a company that Echo’s boyfriend failed to reach the top of. She should remember that as well.
Athena smiled at this, loving the fact that Sophia had brought up the fact that she had reached the top of the singles mountain twice, something that she had painstakingly reminded everyone in the entire world about on over a hundred occasions. Sophia then helped her slip her ring jacket on.
Athena Adler: Maybe you are a Janus after all…
Athena suddenly said as she turned to Sophia. Her younger sisters’ eyes lit up at this comment. It had been abundantly clear that Athena had not warmed to Sophia’s shock emergence as much as Minerva, and there was once a time it seemed she would cause a splinter in the Janus Dynasty. But not tonight, as the two sisters clearly were beginning to truly bond.
Sophia Janus: Ena?
Sophia muttered, her hand on Athena’s shoulder, a look of concern on her face. The lights were flickering again, now flashing faster and faster. As the camera took in Athena’s face, her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, as a rustling sound began to develop in the background. This was soon followed by a drip. Drip, drip, drip. Sophia shook her elder sister, perplexed by what was happening, until she jumped, one of the lightbulbs above her shaking as sparks flew out across the room.
Sophia Janus: The Light?
Sophia whispered, covering her mouth with her black gloved hand as she stared around the room. Crimson began dripping down the walls, putrid and thick, streaming down and coating anything it touched. Lanterns, scattered around the room in every direction, suddenly burst aflame, purple and blazing, dancing to an unfamiliar hymn. The walls themselves seemed to move, handprints pressing the stained wallpaper, pushing out as if they tried to burst free and away into the open world. A thick, coarse fog began billowing out into the room, swirling up into little tornados that span and span around the room. There were screams, two screams, as the faces of Echo Layne and Alexandria Monroe seemed to press against the wall, their faces warped and twisted, carved with steel and bone, rotting in a disturbingly disgusting green colour. They called out and screamed, the cries of a murder of crows making their death cries heard for all the world to hear. Emerging from the very centre of the room, the High Roller Wrestling Tag Team titles began to emerge, but they were cracked and brittle, broken and snapped, coated in that same thick crimson that came down from the walls like a waterfall of sickening lifeforce. As the sounds reached deafening levels, Sophia tried to shake Athena awake, but she was deep in her trance, her body twitching.
Sophia Janus: Ena! Ena!
Sophia cried out as the noise reached deafening levels, the faces of Echo and Alexandria disintegrating, the pieces falling down to the smog covered floor, never to be seen again. It was then that the door burst open, a blinding light shining from the doorway as if the gates of heaven themselves had been opened. Sophia covered her eyes, unable to gaze at the sublime radiance emitting from the entrance. Standing there was a silhouette of a figure, the same size of Athena, seemingly attired the same way as Athena was, but with a bloody crown of thorns upon their head, their face as red as red could be. There was a devilish growl, a sound so demonic the room almost shook. And then a voice, a single voice uttering a single word…
Minerva Janus: Hi.
Sophia blinked, then looked around herself. All was back to normal. No strange faces, no smog, no bleeding walls or blazing lanterns. Just the room as it was, just like it were before.
Athena Adler: Dammit, Minnie. We were supposed to match perfectly. Why did you have headwear made without consulting me first?
Athena leapt up to her feet, storming over to Minerva’s side. But instead of a crown of thorns on Minnie’s head, there was an evergreen laurel wreath.
Minerva Janus: Try as will, and try as might, I worked on these to great delight. You wanted quiet, that much is true, you like your time to focus, you. And so I gave you time to spare, to prepare for titles that should be ours, not theirs. So I made you one, it matches see! A tribute to our sister of three!
Minerva then produced a second laurel wreath, placing it on Athena’s head. FOr a moment Adler’s face was one of thunder, but once she had the matching crown of triumph, she smiled sweetly, looking over to Sophia as both her and Minerva posed, as if nothing strange had happened at all.
Sophia Janus: They’re… T-they’re beautiful.
Minnie then applauded, then offered her hand to the stunned Sophia to follow, as the Daughters moved on towards their grand title opportunity.
Minerva Janus: Onwards we go, and fight as we might. There is gold to be had on this fateful night.
And with that, Athena and Minerva paced out of the room together. Sophia stood there for a second, trying to absorb what she had just witnessed, if she had witnessed it at all. She blinked, grinned, and then shook her head as she followed her siblings out and away, setting off towards their massive title match.
BACKSTAGE
Jack Danielson: OUT THE WAY!!! DRUNK CHAMPEEN COMING THROUGH!!!
People scream as we open on the backstage area at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. HRW Roulette Champion, Jack Danielson, is on a hoverboard zooming through the passageways while carrying a 24-pack of Natty Light. The Roulette Championship is firmly around his waist as he zooms around, causing backstage staff to leap to safety and throw paper everywhere. He zooms up on Sophie Grimes, Erica Jackson, and K.T. Anderson discussing production, nearly crashing into them before he stops his mini-vehicle.
Jack Danielson: ANY OF YALL TRYNA GET DRUNK AND INTERVIEW YOUR HIGH ROLLING CHAMPION OF THE ROULETTE?
Jack pulls a beer out of the 24-pack and offers it to three staff members. Sophie and Erica look intrigued, but K.T. steps up and shoos Jack away.
K.T. Anderson: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE TOO BUSY FOR YOUR BULLSHIT??? AND TAKE THAT REDNECK PISS WATER WITH YOU!!!
Jack shrugs and cracks the beer open, before zooming away again. In the back, we can see Sophie and Erica yelling at K.T. for ruining their chance for a fun interview, but K.T. is doubling down on his douchery. Jack continues to venture through, killing that first beer and opening another. He nearly loses control while doing so, causing him to almost crash into catering, and ruin lunch for everyone. He didn’t though and kept chugging while chugging along.
Being alone, with a pack of beer, a hoverboard, and somehow a cameraman who is able to keep up with him, Jack starts to get a bit self-reflective as he continues to be a menace backstage.
Jack Danielson: You know, I get that people don’t see me as the poster boy of professional wrestling, but I never wanted to be that. I never wanted to be chiseled, larger than life, or so egotistical that I thought I was the best.”
Jack slows his hoverboard down a bit to grab another beer.
Jack Danielson: I just have fun, live my life, and somehow that shit gets me titles. Yet somehow, someway, I always get these people who gotta kill my fucking buzz.”
He chugs his Natty and grabs another, before pointing at the camera with the beer.
Jack Danielson: Take Ol’ Myra for example. I physically kicked her ass, verbally shook her hand, did everything I could the fucking textbook wrestle-boy way, and she’s STILL jumping down my throat like I pissed in her fucking Wheaties.
Jack finishes his beer and chucks it at an intern as he goes full speed on his board while screaming “KOBE”.
Jack Danielson: I’m just tryna live my fucking life and get shitfaced while doing it, but she’s doing everything she can to try and ruin my fucking title reign with this stupid “beat my cock” challenge. And no, I didn’t say that wrong, because it’s only happening to fellate her fucking ego.
Jack shakes his head, narrowly avoiding a comical two workers carrying a pane of glass through a hallway bit.
Jack Danielson: BUT IT’S ALL FUCKING GOOD!!!
He starts drinking more beer as he continues on.
Jack Danielson: Ol Myra can put as many stupid little challenges and stipulations and whatever else she needs because I AIN’T FUCKING SCARED OF HER!!! I won this title by being the fucking fearless. I retained this title by being the fucking fearless. You think her winning a match kinda quick scares me? You think me having to do better against Silent Press-Up, or whatever his fucking name is scares me?
He crushes that beer and shakes his head while howling.
Jack Danielson: ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY NO!!! I GOT ANOTHER FUCKING KID ON THE WAY! I JUST WON MY 6TH FUCKING TAG TITLES ELSEWHERE! I CAN DO THIS…
Jack quickly spins the hoverboard around like he’s Dom Torreto after saying the word “Family”, covers his eyes, and starts to hoverboard backward while singing the ABCs backward.
Jack Danielson: Z Y X W… uh… Q!
Jack nearly hits a lady pushing a baby carriage, because why not? How long are these hallways anyways? He’s been going straight for a long ass time. Anyways, he spins back around, uncovers his eyes, and goes back to the promo.
Jack Danielson: SEE I’M FUCKING FEARLESS!!!
He tosses the beer can behind him and opens another.
Jack Danielson: And it don’t matter what happens tonight. Whether I beat Serious Push-Pop on time or not, whether I get to choose the stipulations for my next title defense or not, whether Ol Myra shuts the fuck up or not, I AIN’T FUCING AFRAID, BECAUSE I AIN’T FUCKING LOSING THIS BABY!!!
He pats his belt with the case of beer and smiles as he starts to chug his beer like a champ. The sheer balls it takes to drive one of these little death machines for this long, and not look in front of you is pretty impressive. He finally finished the beer and throws it forward this time. He cracks open one more
Jack Danielson: AND ANOTHER THING-
Jack’s hoverboard hits the can he threw, and jack goes flying. Luckily he lands in a bunch of discarded cardboard boxes. The case of beer loses some cans as they explode and spray everywhere. We can’t see Jack, but we hear some rustling as he raises a hand, showing he didn’t drop a beer.
Jack Danielson: I’M OKAY!!!
Jack Danielson: OUT THE WAY!!! DRUNK CHAMPEEN COMING THROUGH!!!
People scream as we open on the backstage area at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. HRW Roulette Champion, Jack Danielson, is on a hoverboard zooming through the passageways while carrying a 24-pack of Natty Light. The Roulette Championship is firmly around his waist as he zooms around, causing backstage staff to leap to safety and throw paper everywhere. He zooms up on Sophie Grimes, Erica Jackson, and K.T. Anderson discussing production, nearly crashing into them before he stops his mini-vehicle.
Jack Danielson: ANY OF YALL TRYNA GET DRUNK AND INTERVIEW YOUR HIGH ROLLING CHAMPION OF THE ROULETTE?
Jack pulls a beer out of the 24-pack and offers it to three staff members. Sophie and Erica look intrigued, but K.T. steps up and shoos Jack away.
K.T. Anderson: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE TOO BUSY FOR YOUR BULLSHIT??? AND TAKE THAT REDNECK PISS WATER WITH YOU!!!
Jack shrugs and cracks the beer open, before zooming away again. In the back, we can see Sophie and Erica yelling at K.T. for ruining their chance for a fun interview, but K.T. is doubling down on his douchery. Jack continues to venture through, killing that first beer and opening another. He nearly loses control while doing so, causing him to almost crash into catering, and ruin lunch for everyone. He didn’t though and kept chugging while chugging along.
Being alone, with a pack of beer, a hoverboard, and somehow a cameraman who is able to keep up with him, Jack starts to get a bit self-reflective as he continues to be a menace backstage.
Jack Danielson: You know, I get that people don’t see me as the poster boy of professional wrestling, but I never wanted to be that. I never wanted to be chiseled, larger than life, or so egotistical that I thought I was the best.”
Jack slows his hoverboard down a bit to grab another beer.
Jack Danielson: I just have fun, live my life, and somehow that shit gets me titles. Yet somehow, someway, I always get these people who gotta kill my fucking buzz.”
He chugs his Natty and grabs another, before pointing at the camera with the beer.
Jack Danielson: Take Ol’ Myra for example. I physically kicked her ass, verbally shook her hand, did everything I could the fucking textbook wrestle-boy way, and she’s STILL jumping down my throat like I pissed in her fucking Wheaties.
Jack finishes his beer and chucks it at an intern as he goes full speed on his board while screaming “KOBE”.
Jack Danielson: I’m just tryna live my fucking life and get shitfaced while doing it, but she’s doing everything she can to try and ruin my fucking title reign with this stupid “beat my cock” challenge. And no, I didn’t say that wrong, because it’s only happening to fellate her fucking ego.
Jack shakes his head, narrowly avoiding a comical two workers carrying a pane of glass through a hallway bit.
Jack Danielson: BUT IT’S ALL FUCKING GOOD!!!
He starts drinking more beer as he continues on.
Jack Danielson: Ol Myra can put as many stupid little challenges and stipulations and whatever else she needs because I AIN’T FUCKING SCARED OF HER!!! I won this title by being the fucking fearless. I retained this title by being the fucking fearless. You think her winning a match kinda quick scares me? You think me having to do better against Silent Press-Up, or whatever his fucking name is scares me?
He crushes that beer and shakes his head while howling.
Jack Danielson: ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY NO!!! I GOT ANOTHER FUCKING KID ON THE WAY! I JUST WON MY 6TH FUCKING TAG TITLES ELSEWHERE! I CAN DO THIS…
Jack quickly spins the hoverboard around like he’s Dom Torreto after saying the word “Family”, covers his eyes, and starts to hoverboard backward while singing the ABCs backward.
Jack Danielson: Z Y X W… uh… Q!
Jack nearly hits a lady pushing a baby carriage, because why not? How long are these hallways anyways? He’s been going straight for a long ass time. Anyways, he spins back around, uncovers his eyes, and goes back to the promo.
Jack Danielson: SEE I’M FUCKING FEARLESS!!!
He tosses the beer can behind him and opens another.
Jack Danielson: And it don’t matter what happens tonight. Whether I beat Serious Push-Pop on time or not, whether I get to choose the stipulations for my next title defense or not, whether Ol Myra shuts the fuck up or not, I AIN’T FUCING AFRAID, BECAUSE I AIN’T FUCKING LOSING THIS BABY!!!
He pats his belt with the case of beer and smiles as he starts to chug his beer like a champ. The sheer balls it takes to drive one of these little death machines for this long, and not look in front of you is pretty impressive. He finally finished the beer and throws it forward this time. He cracks open one more
Jack Danielson: AND ANOTHER THING-
Jack’s hoverboard hits the can he threw, and jack goes flying. Luckily he lands in a bunch of discarded cardboard boxes. The case of beer loses some cans as they explode and spray everywhere. We can’t see Jack, but we hear some rustling as he raises a hand, showing he didn’t drop a beer.
Jack Danielson: I’M OKAY!!!
MATCH FIVE: High Roller Tag Team Championship
Daughters of Janus (Athena Adler & Minerva Janus) vs Team Madness (Echo Layne & Alexandria Monroe) ©
Daughters of Janus (Athena Adler & Minerva Janus) vs Team Madness (Echo Layne & Alexandria Monroe) ©
| RECAP As soon as the bell sounded, Chloe Night and Izzi Grimes rush the ring and start attacking Team Madness. Athenea and Minerva get involved as well and security is needed to separate the three teams. WINNER N/A METHOD No Contest MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The feed is temporarily cut, as we see Viola Mancini at the desk of her office with a pre-recorded message for the show, as she introduced herself properly for the High Roller Wrestling audience.
Viola Mancini: My first night in High Roller Wrestling wasn't the best first impression. So, we're going to start again... after all, image is very important to how business is dealt with in this industry."
She said, briefly adjusting her position and leaning toward the camera with a hardened look on her face.
Viola Mancini: "I am a woman in a man's business, who fought tooth and nail to get where I am, today. My name is Viola Mancini, and my business is expanding out west to Las Vegas. High Roller Wrestling is going to be my home away from home, and I fully intend on cutting myself a nice slice out of this promotion."
She said with a cold demeanor, before leaning back, as La Capa would relax with a sinister little smile forming on her face, as she poured herself a shot of bourbon.
Viola Mancini: "Things will be very different one on one. This poor woman, Faithe... she says she likes pain. That she likes to hurt. That tough, stubborn Brooklynite demeanor is undeniable. I come from Queens... we're not too different, you and I. Perhaps, if you chose wisely, you would try to side with me."
She said, downing her shot and placing it upside down, before leaning back to the camera.
Viola Mancini: "But, I have a feeling you don't like to consider the possibilities. So maybe I'll have to beat some sense into you. And hopefully, you'll learn an inevitable truth about the business. That the house always wins."
She said with a devious look on her face, as the feed would return to normal.
The feed is temporarily cut, as we see Viola Mancini at the desk of her office with a pre-recorded message for the show, as she introduced herself properly for the High Roller Wrestling audience.
Viola Mancini: My first night in High Roller Wrestling wasn't the best first impression. So, we're going to start again... after all, image is very important to how business is dealt with in this industry."
She said, briefly adjusting her position and leaning toward the camera with a hardened look on her face.
Viola Mancini: "I am a woman in a man's business, who fought tooth and nail to get where I am, today. My name is Viola Mancini, and my business is expanding out west to Las Vegas. High Roller Wrestling is going to be my home away from home, and I fully intend on cutting myself a nice slice out of this promotion."
She said with a cold demeanor, before leaning back, as La Capa would relax with a sinister little smile forming on her face, as she poured herself a shot of bourbon.
Viola Mancini: "Things will be very different one on one. This poor woman, Faithe... she says she likes pain. That she likes to hurt. That tough, stubborn Brooklynite demeanor is undeniable. I come from Queens... we're not too different, you and I. Perhaps, if you chose wisely, you would try to side with me."
She said, downing her shot and placing it upside down, before leaning back to the camera.
Viola Mancini: "But, I have a feeling you don't like to consider the possibilities. So maybe I'll have to beat some sense into you. And hopefully, you'll learn an inevitable truth about the business. That the house always wins."
She said with a devious look on her face, as the feed would return to normal.
BACKSTAGE
As the camera cuts backstage, we find the duo of The Mighty Nightfall commenting on the recent events they were involved in.
Chloe Night: You’re welcome, HRW. Athena, Minerva… You’re welcome too.
It’s Chloe who starts talking. Her hair is still disheveled from the brawl at the end of the Tag Team championship match.
Chloe Night: As for you, Echo and Alexandria? Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Don’t act all innocent like you always do because that shit don’t fly no more.
Izzi steps forward, looking a bit disheveled as well.
Izzi Grimes: The fun and games are over. You got the nice side of Mighty Nightfall. But now? That stuff is done! We’re not going to make things easy for you anymore. We’re not going to let you walk all over us nor the rest of the tag team division.
Izzi shook her head vehemently.
Izzi Grimes: You two don’t deserve to represent HRW as it’s Tag Team Champions. We do. The Mighty Nightfall aren’t just the future of this tag division, but the present as well. So, Noah Jackson? I know you’re listening. Chloe and I? We’re calling our shot. Give us a match for the championships at the next supershow.
Chloe listened to her partner’s words and nodded in agreement.
Chloe Night: You know it’d be the right thing to do. You saw how they won the titles against us, you know we got screwed and we deserve a fair shot. Throw the Janus in too, if you want. we don’t care. We beat them once, we can beat them again. But those chumps holding the titles hostage? They can’t keep getting away with it.
Izzi wrapped her arm around Chloe’s shoulder and looked at the camera confidently.
Izzi Grimes: That’s right. And after everything Chloe here and I had to deal with in Valiant? All of the cheating? The bullshit? We’re done with it. We’re not letting anyone get one over on us anymore. At the next super? We will be the tag team champions.
Chloe Night: Whatever it takes.
Night said with fire in her eyes. We don't know if Noah will give them the rematch or not, but one thing is for sure. They will stop at nothing until they get the titles.
As the camera cuts backstage, we find the duo of The Mighty Nightfall commenting on the recent events they were involved in.
Chloe Night: You’re welcome, HRW. Athena, Minerva… You’re welcome too.
It’s Chloe who starts talking. Her hair is still disheveled from the brawl at the end of the Tag Team championship match.
Chloe Night: As for you, Echo and Alexandria? Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Don’t act all innocent like you always do because that shit don’t fly no more.
Izzi steps forward, looking a bit disheveled as well.
Izzi Grimes: The fun and games are over. You got the nice side of Mighty Nightfall. But now? That stuff is done! We’re not going to make things easy for you anymore. We’re not going to let you walk all over us nor the rest of the tag team division.
Izzi shook her head vehemently.
Izzi Grimes: You two don’t deserve to represent HRW as it’s Tag Team Champions. We do. The Mighty Nightfall aren’t just the future of this tag division, but the present as well. So, Noah Jackson? I know you’re listening. Chloe and I? We’re calling our shot. Give us a match for the championships at the next supershow.
Chloe listened to her partner’s words and nodded in agreement.
Chloe Night: You know it’d be the right thing to do. You saw how they won the titles against us, you know we got screwed and we deserve a fair shot. Throw the Janus in too, if you want. we don’t care. We beat them once, we can beat them again. But those chumps holding the titles hostage? They can’t keep getting away with it.
Izzi wrapped her arm around Chloe’s shoulder and looked at the camera confidently.
Izzi Grimes: That’s right. And after everything Chloe here and I had to deal with in Valiant? All of the cheating? The bullshit? We’re done with it. We’re not letting anyone get one over on us anymore. At the next super? We will be the tag team champions.
Chloe Night: Whatever it takes.
Night said with fire in her eyes. We don't know if Noah will give them the rematch or not, but one thing is for sure. They will stop at nothing until they get the titles.
MATCH SIX: Beat The Clock Challenge
Jack Danielson vs Silas Jessup
Jack Danielson vs Silas Jessup
| RECAP Silas keeps his distance, almost playing mind games with Jack who needs to beat Myra’s time. The two lock up but Silas gets the better of Jack and starts to work on his arm. Jack is able to get a rush in but its mainly the two of them exchanging offensive flourishes. Jack finally works Silas down and locks in his Old No. 7 (Haas of Pain) and pulls back but Silas fights to try to get to the ropes. Danielson keeps looking to the clock and pulling back more, trying to beat Myra’s time. Silas finally taps out but the clock reads 5:40, just two seconds longer than Myra’s time. WINNER Jack Danielson METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 5:40 FINISHING MOVE Old No. 7 (Haas of Pain) |
BACKSTAGE
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is standing next to Sophie Grimes while Tera Taylor is standing ominously behind Danielle.
Sophie Grimes:I am here with the first person who qualified for the Jackpot match…”Diamond Princess” Danielle Page.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Don’t forget my bodyguard Tera.
Danielle looks at Sophie and starts waving her hand for Sophie to hurry it up.
Sophie Grimes:And Danielle’s bodyguard, Tera Taylor.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Thank you. Was that so hard?
Sophie Grimes:Last week you rebounded from coming up short in the Showcase Tournament finals when you defeated Silas Jessup to qualify for the Jackpot match.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Indeed I did. The win last week was just my first step to becoming a High Roller champion.
Sophie Grimes:That was last week but this week you’ll be stepping into the ring with…
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:I know, I know…(Looks over at Tera) She acts as if I don’t know. Yes Sophie, I know I am stepping into the ring with Bianca Reed. Bianca will find out that I am who the fans pay good money to see. I am box office and well Bianca you just aren’t. So simply put just for you,Bianca. I will dispose of you and continue my ascension to cash in on High Roller Wrestling gold.
Danielle and Tera walk away.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is standing next to Sophie Grimes while Tera Taylor is standing ominously behind Danielle.
Sophie Grimes:I am here with the first person who qualified for the Jackpot match…”Diamond Princess” Danielle Page.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Don’t forget my bodyguard Tera.
Danielle looks at Sophie and starts waving her hand for Sophie to hurry it up.
Sophie Grimes:And Danielle’s bodyguard, Tera Taylor.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Thank you. Was that so hard?
Sophie Grimes:Last week you rebounded from coming up short in the Showcase Tournament finals when you defeated Silas Jessup to qualify for the Jackpot match.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Indeed I did. The win last week was just my first step to becoming a High Roller champion.
Sophie Grimes:That was last week but this week you’ll be stepping into the ring with…
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:I know, I know…(Looks over at Tera) She acts as if I don’t know. Yes Sophie, I know I am stepping into the ring with Bianca Reed. Bianca will find out that I am who the fans pay good money to see. I am box office and well Bianca you just aren’t. So simply put just for you,Bianca. I will dispose of you and continue my ascension to cash in on High Roller Wrestling gold.
Danielle and Tera walk away.
BACKSTAGE
Myra Rivers is backstage after her win earlier in the night and she’s in some happy spirits now knowing that she has won the Beat the Clock challenge. Suddenly, the bar room brawl doesn’t seem like such a sore subject for her… for the moment. Still, she knows that she’s got to finish the task at hand, which is being able to win the Roulette title from Jack Danielson in their impending rematch. That rematch is squarely on her brain as she begins to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: I set the tone to start the night and unfortunately for Jack Danielson, he wasn’t able to match or exceed what I was able to pull off. That means there will be NONE of that Bar Room Brawl or any of that Mimosa bullshit from before. I don’t want to get into this HUGE rant about it, but Jack Danielson is quite the annoyance. Seriously. I just don’t like his antics. I really don't. I can see how they can be endearing to some, but… I just don’t get it. I just don’t get HIM really. I’ve got close friends of mine telling me I should lighten up and that I shouldn’t be treating him like he’s Satan and all that. I’ve got people telling me that when it comes to Jack Danielson, I shouldn’t be so… “uptight” about things…
It just has me thinking… really…
Myra pauses, letting out a sigh.
Myra Rivers: Thinking back to some of the things I’ve said since I’ve come here, especially when it comes to Jack Danielson? I won’t deny that maybe there is SOME truth to what people are saying. I mean, Jack isn’t “Satan” and he’s not this huge, massive evil that perhaps a part of me has made him out to be. But at the same time, I do admit I’ve had plenty of crap in my head. I’m ‘detoxifying’, if you will, from an environment I used to wrestle for that used to be a detriment to my psychological well-being, if you know what I mean. With how cutthroat things were… where I was before I mean… I admit that I haven’t gotten that environment out of my head just yet… not fully. I take so much pride in my craft and when people spit on it or disrespect it and try to tell me it’s not good enough then yeah, I do take that personally. When it keeps happening constantly like it did… where I was before… It just takes the fun out of this business for me.
Maybe if I wasn’t so uptight about the bar room brawl and just let those bad experiences from the last 12 months go, things would be different. But, I can’t speculate on that. I have to move forward and learn from my mistakes and that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to be brought down by said experiences and I’m not going to let them determine how I carry myself. It’s about time I start showing this company who I am as a person just as much as I’ve been as a wrestler. I promise you, I’m not this stuffy, rigid person that eats, sleeps and breathes wrestling and doesn’t know how to have any fun. So there IS going to be a change with me… not this drastic kind of change that makes me unrecognizable but a change that will help me win that Roulette title…
And it starts with what’s in front of me… providing the three choices I will be making available for the Roulette title match.
The first one? Well, it’s straightforward. It may not be the most fun stipulation I admit, but I do take pride in my craft and how I was brought up in this business. Therefore the first choice is “Pride Rules”... no rope breaks or closed strikes. It’s simple and effective in my book. Let’s see Jack try to wrestle through THAT one!
Choice number two? Still more on a straightforward path, but at least it mixes it up SOMEWHAT. I’m talking about a two out of three falls match. I don’t need to explain that one too much. If Jack thinks he can outwrestle me, can he do it twice? Personally? I don’t think he can. He’s capable, sure. But I know what I can do from a pure wrestling standpoint.
And the final choice? I’m bringing one back from the previous poll. This is NOT as technical of as pure as the first two choices, but just to show that I AM a willing risk taker and that I can thrive in any given match, I’m bringing back the ladder match from the previous poll. Of course, the ladder match IS near and dear to my heart considering that WAS the match where I had my big breakthrough moment of my career more than 14 years ago… but if there is one “not so pure” match that I KNOW I can beat Jack in? It’s this one.
So Jack… brace yourself for that rematch… and don’t think for a second that when this rematch happens… that you’ll be facing the “SAME OLD MYRA” from before. Think I can’t have fun? Think I’m just some cranky, 38 year old? Yeah… you’ll see a different side of me alright… count on that…
Myra heads out of the scene maintaining her confidence and her bright spirits as the scene fades out.
Myra Rivers is backstage after her win earlier in the night and she’s in some happy spirits now knowing that she has won the Beat the Clock challenge. Suddenly, the bar room brawl doesn’t seem like such a sore subject for her… for the moment. Still, she knows that she’s got to finish the task at hand, which is being able to win the Roulette title from Jack Danielson in their impending rematch. That rematch is squarely on her brain as she begins to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: I set the tone to start the night and unfortunately for Jack Danielson, he wasn’t able to match or exceed what I was able to pull off. That means there will be NONE of that Bar Room Brawl or any of that Mimosa bullshit from before. I don’t want to get into this HUGE rant about it, but Jack Danielson is quite the annoyance. Seriously. I just don’t like his antics. I really don't. I can see how they can be endearing to some, but… I just don’t get it. I just don’t get HIM really. I’ve got close friends of mine telling me I should lighten up and that I shouldn’t be treating him like he’s Satan and all that. I’ve got people telling me that when it comes to Jack Danielson, I shouldn’t be so… “uptight” about things…
It just has me thinking… really…
Myra pauses, letting out a sigh.
Myra Rivers: Thinking back to some of the things I’ve said since I’ve come here, especially when it comes to Jack Danielson? I won’t deny that maybe there is SOME truth to what people are saying. I mean, Jack isn’t “Satan” and he’s not this huge, massive evil that perhaps a part of me has made him out to be. But at the same time, I do admit I’ve had plenty of crap in my head. I’m ‘detoxifying’, if you will, from an environment I used to wrestle for that used to be a detriment to my psychological well-being, if you know what I mean. With how cutthroat things were… where I was before I mean… I admit that I haven’t gotten that environment out of my head just yet… not fully. I take so much pride in my craft and when people spit on it or disrespect it and try to tell me it’s not good enough then yeah, I do take that personally. When it keeps happening constantly like it did… where I was before… It just takes the fun out of this business for me.
Maybe if I wasn’t so uptight about the bar room brawl and just let those bad experiences from the last 12 months go, things would be different. But, I can’t speculate on that. I have to move forward and learn from my mistakes and that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to be brought down by said experiences and I’m not going to let them determine how I carry myself. It’s about time I start showing this company who I am as a person just as much as I’ve been as a wrestler. I promise you, I’m not this stuffy, rigid person that eats, sleeps and breathes wrestling and doesn’t know how to have any fun. So there IS going to be a change with me… not this drastic kind of change that makes me unrecognizable but a change that will help me win that Roulette title…
And it starts with what’s in front of me… providing the three choices I will be making available for the Roulette title match.
The first one? Well, it’s straightforward. It may not be the most fun stipulation I admit, but I do take pride in my craft and how I was brought up in this business. Therefore the first choice is “Pride Rules”... no rope breaks or closed strikes. It’s simple and effective in my book. Let’s see Jack try to wrestle through THAT one!
Choice number two? Still more on a straightforward path, but at least it mixes it up SOMEWHAT. I’m talking about a two out of three falls match. I don’t need to explain that one too much. If Jack thinks he can outwrestle me, can he do it twice? Personally? I don’t think he can. He’s capable, sure. But I know what I can do from a pure wrestling standpoint.
And the final choice? I’m bringing one back from the previous poll. This is NOT as technical of as pure as the first two choices, but just to show that I AM a willing risk taker and that I can thrive in any given match, I’m bringing back the ladder match from the previous poll. Of course, the ladder match IS near and dear to my heart considering that WAS the match where I had my big breakthrough moment of my career more than 14 years ago… but if there is one “not so pure” match that I KNOW I can beat Jack in? It’s this one.
So Jack… brace yourself for that rematch… and don’t think for a second that when this rematch happens… that you’ll be facing the “SAME OLD MYRA” from before. Think I can’t have fun? Think I’m just some cranky, 38 year old? Yeah… you’ll see a different side of me alright… count on that…
Myra heads out of the scene maintaining her confidence and her bright spirits as the scene fades out.
MATCH SEVEN: Jackpot Match Qualifier
Faithe vs Viola Mancini
Faithe vs Viola Mancini
| RECAP Faith had control through almost the entire match in this one. She used her hard kicks and stiff shots to keep Viola off base. But Viola is able to connect with a Windmill Kick that staggers Faithe. Viola follows up with a quick roll up with a huge handful of tights and steals the win. WINNER Viola Mancini METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:45 FINISHING MOVE Roll Up With Tights |
BACKSTAGE
Sophie Grimes is backstage with her microphone, giving a big smile.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce my guest at this time, Bianca Reed!”
Dressed in her ring gear, a long black coat, and futuristic silver shades, Bianca struts up to Sophie with her lips pressed into a line. Sophie, however, does not seem deterred by Bianca’s apparent lack of interest.
“Bianca, I’d love to get your thoughts on your opponent tonight, one of the famous Page sisters, -”
Before Sophie can finish, Bianca snatches the microphone out of Sophie’s hands and shoves her off to the side, taking center stage for herself.
“Which one am I even facing tonight? I know it’s a Page sister, but it’s like trying to tell the difference between off-white, white, cream, ivory, eggshell, and whatever the hell else they try and sell you at Benjamin Moore, insisting that they’re all different when really it’s just the same thing in slightly different packaging. I don’t know what sets Danielle Page apart. I’m not even sure if that’s the Page sister I’ll be in the ring with.”
Killer B shrugs her shoulders, pushing her shades up on top of her head as she gestures for Sophie to scoot, which the interviewer wisely does.
“But you know what I do know?”
“It’s that I’m gonna go in there and do what I do best - teach uppity blonde bitches that they ain’t shit when they try and step to me.”
The Atlanta native smirks and shakes her head.
“They ain’t had to fight like I’ve had to fight. They ain’t worked like I’ve worked. They ain’t put in the time, the effort, the grind, none of it. People wanna take shots at all the different places I’ve worked, go ahead and do it. Fact is I was getting this bag while you were sitting at home on the couch watching me do it.”
“Y’all can’t do it like I do it. Not Danielle Page, not Liam whatever his name is, and not Jenson Idol. I want to see any of them stand where I’ve stood, stare down the obstacles I’ve faced both personally and professionally, and come out the other side. Yeah, I got battle scars. I’ve said plenty of dumb shit and lost plenty of matches, both big and small.”
Though she tries not to sound bitter, she can’t quite keep the tone all the way out of her voice. But there’s also a stubbornness to the way she speaks, a will of iron that keeps her going despite everything.
“And yet here I stand, because I will not give up until I get everything that I deserve. I wasted years of my career trying to be what other people wanted me to be, because I wanted to be liked and I wanted to fit in. Now? I want the glory. I want the titles. I want everything that I blocked myself from getting before because I was too stupid to get out of my own way.”
“I hope Jenson Idol and his parrot are watching this match very closely. Because what’s about to happen to Danielle Page will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to him to get my hands on that High Roller Wrestling Championship.”
“You and I are not the same, Dani. I don’t care how rich and spoiled you are, and how much better you think it makes you. I’m the hoodrat empress that’s gonna expose you for the fake coward that you are and make you just another step in my ladder to the top.”
With that, Bianca tosses the mic over her shoulder and heads off in the opposite direction from the one Sophie went in as we go elsewhere in the arena.
Sophie Grimes is backstage with her microphone, giving a big smile.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce my guest at this time, Bianca Reed!”
Dressed in her ring gear, a long black coat, and futuristic silver shades, Bianca struts up to Sophie with her lips pressed into a line. Sophie, however, does not seem deterred by Bianca’s apparent lack of interest.
“Bianca, I’d love to get your thoughts on your opponent tonight, one of the famous Page sisters, -”
Before Sophie can finish, Bianca snatches the microphone out of Sophie’s hands and shoves her off to the side, taking center stage for herself.
“Which one am I even facing tonight? I know it’s a Page sister, but it’s like trying to tell the difference between off-white, white, cream, ivory, eggshell, and whatever the hell else they try and sell you at Benjamin Moore, insisting that they’re all different when really it’s just the same thing in slightly different packaging. I don’t know what sets Danielle Page apart. I’m not even sure if that’s the Page sister I’ll be in the ring with.”
Killer B shrugs her shoulders, pushing her shades up on top of her head as she gestures for Sophie to scoot, which the interviewer wisely does.
“But you know what I do know?”
“It’s that I’m gonna go in there and do what I do best - teach uppity blonde bitches that they ain’t shit when they try and step to me.”
The Atlanta native smirks and shakes her head.
“They ain’t had to fight like I’ve had to fight. They ain’t worked like I’ve worked. They ain’t put in the time, the effort, the grind, none of it. People wanna take shots at all the different places I’ve worked, go ahead and do it. Fact is I was getting this bag while you were sitting at home on the couch watching me do it.”
“Y’all can’t do it like I do it. Not Danielle Page, not Liam whatever his name is, and not Jenson Idol. I want to see any of them stand where I’ve stood, stare down the obstacles I’ve faced both personally and professionally, and come out the other side. Yeah, I got battle scars. I’ve said plenty of dumb shit and lost plenty of matches, both big and small.”
Though she tries not to sound bitter, she can’t quite keep the tone all the way out of her voice. But there’s also a stubbornness to the way she speaks, a will of iron that keeps her going despite everything.
“And yet here I stand, because I will not give up until I get everything that I deserve. I wasted years of my career trying to be what other people wanted me to be, because I wanted to be liked and I wanted to fit in. Now? I want the glory. I want the titles. I want everything that I blocked myself from getting before because I was too stupid to get out of my own way.”
“I hope Jenson Idol and his parrot are watching this match very closely. Because what’s about to happen to Danielle Page will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to him to get my hands on that High Roller Wrestling Championship.”
“You and I are not the same, Dani. I don’t care how rich and spoiled you are, and how much better you think it makes you. I’m the hoodrat empress that’s gonna expose you for the fake coward that you are and make you just another step in my ladder to the top.”
With that, Bianca tosses the mic over her shoulder and heads off in the opposite direction from the one Sophie went in as we go elsewhere in the arena.
BACKSTAGE
Kenzie Adams: This is bullshit.
Alysha Adams: I know.
Kenzie Adams: Seriously bullshit.
Alysha Adams: I know.
Kenzie and Alysha Adams are seen walking through the backstage area. Kenzie is bitching about her match tonight and Alysha is frankly tired from having to listen to it for so long.
Kenzie Adams: Fucking Silas Romero!? Who the hell even is that?
Alysha Adams: Some curtain jerker, probably.
Kenzie Adams: Right!? So why am I wrestling him? And more importantly, why are we not taking on the tag champs tonight?
They round the corner, before Kenzie abruptly stops and turns to face her sister.
Kenzie Adams: In fact, it's been a bit strange lately, wouldn't you say?
Alysha Adams: How so?
Kenzie Adams: Think about it. Last week, they had me team up with what's her face instead of you. This week I'm wrestling whatever his name is in a singles match. Like… if you have the world famous Adams Twins on your roster, wouldn't you have them team together?
Alysha Adams: Yeah… that is really strange. It's like having Teller perform without Penn.
Kenzie states at Alysha blankly.
Kenzie Adams: I don't know who that is, but yes, exactly.
Alysha Adams: Do you think it's a conspiracy?
Kenzie Adams: I don't know. But I'm damn sure planning on finding out.
The girls give a nod to each other before continuing down the hallway.
Kenzie Adams: This is bullshit.
Alysha Adams: I know.
Kenzie Adams: Seriously bullshit.
Alysha Adams: I know.
Kenzie and Alysha Adams are seen walking through the backstage area. Kenzie is bitching about her match tonight and Alysha is frankly tired from having to listen to it for so long.
Kenzie Adams: Fucking Silas Romero!? Who the hell even is that?
Alysha Adams: Some curtain jerker, probably.
Kenzie Adams: Right!? So why am I wrestling him? And more importantly, why are we not taking on the tag champs tonight?
They round the corner, before Kenzie abruptly stops and turns to face her sister.
Kenzie Adams: In fact, it's been a bit strange lately, wouldn't you say?
Alysha Adams: How so?
Kenzie Adams: Think about it. Last week, they had me team up with what's her face instead of you. This week I'm wrestling whatever his name is in a singles match. Like… if you have the world famous Adams Twins on your roster, wouldn't you have them team together?
Alysha Adams: Yeah… that is really strange. It's like having Teller perform without Penn.
Kenzie states at Alysha blankly.
Kenzie Adams: I don't know who that is, but yes, exactly.
Alysha Adams: Do you think it's a conspiracy?
Kenzie Adams: I don't know. But I'm damn sure planning on finding out.
The girls give a nod to each other before continuing down the hallway.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Bianca Reed vs Danielle Page
Bianca Reed vs Danielle Page
| RECAP Reed and Page just tore into each other in this match with both trying to hurt the other, but neither doing enough to keep the other down for a three count. Page was able to lock in her Beauty Rest (Million Dollar Dream) but Reed was able to flip over and use the hold against Page to score the pinfall win. WINNER Bianca Reed METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:22 FINISHING MOVE Reversal Pin |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to back lot of the arena, where Silas Romero was sitting on the back of his rental car. His arms were folded over the brand new "NAMELESS Era" T-shirt, and he was slightly slouched forward, resting his elbows on his legs just above his knees.
SILAS ROMERO: Another promotion... Another knockout. Though, normally I don't knockout twins. So, that might be a first? Then again, I think I'm only fighting one of them? Who am I to know?
He chuckled, adjusting his position to now sitting up staight.
SILAS ROMERO: Normally, I try to avoid fighting people so much smaller than me. However, since this place is going to pay me to scrap with people... Well, here we are. So, Kenzie... That is your name, right? Right, so... The thing is this is nothing personal. I don't even want to really hurt you. But what I will do is go out there and carry you to the best match you've ever had in your life. I will bring out the best in you that not even you knew you had. I'm giving out five star matches like I'm Oprah and it's Christmas.
Silas smirked once more, as he now hopped off the back of the car.
SILAS ROMERO: Now, I can't say I know much about you, and I know damn well you didn't look into me. That's fine, though. I know I am nameless around these parts... Hell, despite everything I've done for the business, I'm relatively nameless in most circles. The thing is... I am the NAMELESS KING! I own the fact that I can travel from place to place and go under the radar. Why? Because when I strike, you never see it coming. Just know one thing... Sooner or later? EVERYONE gets knocked out. I'll be seein' later.
Silas flashes the finger guns at the camera, with a smirk still blazon across his face.
The scene cuts to back lot of the arena, where Silas Romero was sitting on the back of his rental car. His arms were folded over the brand new "NAMELESS Era" T-shirt, and he was slightly slouched forward, resting his elbows on his legs just above his knees.
SILAS ROMERO: Another promotion... Another knockout. Though, normally I don't knockout twins. So, that might be a first? Then again, I think I'm only fighting one of them? Who am I to know?
He chuckled, adjusting his position to now sitting up staight.
SILAS ROMERO: Normally, I try to avoid fighting people so much smaller than me. However, since this place is going to pay me to scrap with people... Well, here we are. So, Kenzie... That is your name, right? Right, so... The thing is this is nothing personal. I don't even want to really hurt you. But what I will do is go out there and carry you to the best match you've ever had in your life. I will bring out the best in you that not even you knew you had. I'm giving out five star matches like I'm Oprah and it's Christmas.
Silas smirked once more, as he now hopped off the back of the car.
SILAS ROMERO: Now, I can't say I know much about you, and I know damn well you didn't look into me. That's fine, though. I know I am nameless around these parts... Hell, despite everything I've done for the business, I'm relatively nameless in most circles. The thing is... I am the NAMELESS KING! I own the fact that I can travel from place to place and go under the radar. Why? Because when I strike, you never see it coming. Just know one thing... Sooner or later? EVERYONE gets knocked out. I'll be seein' later.
Silas flashes the finger guns at the camera, with a smirk still blazon across his face.
MATCH NINE: SINGLES
Silas Romero vs Kenzie Adams with Alysha Adams
Silas Romero vs Kenzie Adams with Alysha Adams
| RECAP Before Silas could even get in the ring, Kenzie hits him with the Six-Oh-Four (619). She starts to stomp away on Silas, trying to not let him get to his feet. Silas fights back though and starts to use his expert striking skills against Adams. The hard shots connect and echo through the area but Kenzie smiles at the pain. Romero is then able to hit .44 Calibur Love Letter (Running Mafia Kick) and following it up with the GOAL! (Penalty Kick to the face.)! He makes the cover but Kenzie shows great resiliency and kicks out. Romero shakes his head, not sure how she kicked out. He backs up now and looks to go for Flashpoint (Will Ospreay's Hidden Blade to the back of the head.). But Kenzie moves just in time and is able to take Romero over with a German suplex! Both Kenzie and Romero are down in the ring as Alysha gets on the ring apron and starts to yell at the referee. While she does, she tosses a pair of brass knuckles into her sister but Silas intercepts them and uses them to blast Kenzie in the face! He makes the cover and takes the win. WINNER Silas Romero METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:20 FINISHING MOVE Power of the Punch |
BACKSTAGE
The sounds of slot machines and casino chips can be heard as the pre-recorded segment opens in the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. The camera moves through the gorgeous casino before finally focusing on a blackjack table at the back of the house where Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash can be seen gambling away their hard-earned paychecks. The cards are dealt around the table, and Graves lifts his second card, taking a peek under stoically as Thatcher scoffs at his hand.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Another shitty hand. I think this sumbitch is doing this on purpose.
The smaller of the two gives the dealer the stink eye and taps his cards to indicate he’d like another. The dealer places another card face up on the table and Nash slaps his palms down in frustration.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Bust. Again. Goddamnit Jackie, I’m done playing this shit. I’m losing my ass. Hey, are you listening to me?
Graves sits silently, deep in thought as he rolls a $1000 chip between his fingers. Finally, he breaks his silence by tossing the chip forward onto the table and flipping his hidden card over to reveal a seven and a three. Not the best hand in the world.
Jack Graves: Double down.
The dealer takes the $1000 chip and places it with the original bet. He then places one more card down on the table. Jack doesn’t even hazard a look at it. Instead, he turns to look at Thatcher and he takes a long draw off of his Elevated Creations Grape Ape wax pen before exhaling the cloud of smoke in his partner’s face.
Jack Graves: Never known you to be a quitter.
Dealer: 21. You win sir.
The two Tennesseans turn back to look at the table where an Ace of Clubs had been dealt to give Jack an even 21, winning him double his bet back. With a nod, Jack collects his chips, tosses the dealer a $100 tip, and stands up from the table with a yawn. Thatcher follows suit, a flabbergasted look on his face.
Thatcher Ray Nash: How did you know? How… how the fuck did you do that?
Jack pauses and he turns to look at his longtime friend with an amused smirk.
Jack Graves: How did I know what? That I was going to win? That it was worth the risk?
Thatcher nods and looks down at the pile of chips in Jack’s tray.
Thatcher ray Nash: No shit. Yes, how did you know you were going to win?
Jack shrugs and continues walking. Thatcher follows along behind him as they weave through the crowded casino toward the cashier. Finally, they come to a stop at the desk and Jack turns to look at Thatcher again.
Jack Graves: It's not magic Thatch. I always believe I’m going to win. It’s called manifesting. Sometimes you have to take a risk. Sometimes you have to double down and bet the house. Sometimes it doesn’t work out. Like with Rayven. But sometimes Thatchy? Sometimes it works out better than you could ever imagine. It’s how we got where we are now if you think about it.
Graves places his chips through the window, and the cashier begins counting out a stack of money for Jack. Meanwhile, he takes another hit of his vape pen and turns back to Thatcher to continue their conversation.
Jack Graves: I don’t know shit about this guy I’m facing tomorrow at High Roller.. He doesn’t even have a bio on the company website. But I do know he was tweeting the other day about how nervous he was to face me… so I’d say I have a pretty good shot at getting the W, Statistically. I mean I’m on a hot streak as of late. So I double down. Not only will I beat this guy, but I’ll do it in violent, highlight reel fashion. The people here in Vegas will be begging me to come back for another match after I paint the canvas with his blood like a modern-day Rembrandt.
Thatcher nods in agreement and Jack takes the money from the cashier to cut it in half and tuck the rest into Thatcher’s front shirt pocket.
Jack Graves: I just need you and Katz to make sure there is no funny business. Again, I don’t know much about this hoss. So I don’t know if he has people or not. After The Society’s bullshit though, I’m not taking any chances.
Thatcher looks astonished by the wad of cash Jack had stuffed into his pocket, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Done. You don’t have to worry about that Jackie.
Jack gives him a smile and a pat on the head, which thatcher quickly swats away.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Cut that shit out.
Jack gives him a nudge and turns to head back to his suite to get some rest for tomorrow's match and sleep off the brandy they’d been drinking all night, but Thatcher stops him before he can go.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Hey Jackie? We really made it huh? We did it.
Jack nods and gives his protege a sly wink as he replies.
Jack Graves: We sure did, little brother. It’s only up from here too. Now I’m gonna take a shower and hit the hay. Don’t stay out too late with that gal of yours. I need you tomorrow.
Thatcher bumps knuckles with his best friend and Jack steps into the elevator to head upstairs.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Yeah yeah…
Jack Graves: I mean it Thatchy. I’ll come drag you out of her bed butt ass nekkid if I have to.
Thatcher laughs and extends his middle finger.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Alright, Alright. I’ll be there, you big bossy motherfucker. Go call ol’ whatshername and settle down.
Jack shoots him a look as the elevator doors close and Thatcher walks off counting his money to end the scene.
The sounds of slot machines and casino chips can be heard as the pre-recorded segment opens in the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. The camera moves through the gorgeous casino before finally focusing on a blackjack table at the back of the house where Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash can be seen gambling away their hard-earned paychecks. The cards are dealt around the table, and Graves lifts his second card, taking a peek under stoically as Thatcher scoffs at his hand.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Another shitty hand. I think this sumbitch is doing this on purpose.
The smaller of the two gives the dealer the stink eye and taps his cards to indicate he’d like another. The dealer places another card face up on the table and Nash slaps his palms down in frustration.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Bust. Again. Goddamnit Jackie, I’m done playing this shit. I’m losing my ass. Hey, are you listening to me?
Graves sits silently, deep in thought as he rolls a $1000 chip between his fingers. Finally, he breaks his silence by tossing the chip forward onto the table and flipping his hidden card over to reveal a seven and a three. Not the best hand in the world.
Jack Graves: Double down.
The dealer takes the $1000 chip and places it with the original bet. He then places one more card down on the table. Jack doesn’t even hazard a look at it. Instead, he turns to look at Thatcher and he takes a long draw off of his Elevated Creations Grape Ape wax pen before exhaling the cloud of smoke in his partner’s face.
Jack Graves: Never known you to be a quitter.
Dealer: 21. You win sir.
The two Tennesseans turn back to look at the table where an Ace of Clubs had been dealt to give Jack an even 21, winning him double his bet back. With a nod, Jack collects his chips, tosses the dealer a $100 tip, and stands up from the table with a yawn. Thatcher follows suit, a flabbergasted look on his face.
Thatcher Ray Nash: How did you know? How… how the fuck did you do that?
Jack pauses and he turns to look at his longtime friend with an amused smirk.
Jack Graves: How did I know what? That I was going to win? That it was worth the risk?
Thatcher nods and looks down at the pile of chips in Jack’s tray.
Thatcher ray Nash: No shit. Yes, how did you know you were going to win?
Jack shrugs and continues walking. Thatcher follows along behind him as they weave through the crowded casino toward the cashier. Finally, they come to a stop at the desk and Jack turns to look at Thatcher again.
Jack Graves: It's not magic Thatch. I always believe I’m going to win. It’s called manifesting. Sometimes you have to take a risk. Sometimes you have to double down and bet the house. Sometimes it doesn’t work out. Like with Rayven. But sometimes Thatchy? Sometimes it works out better than you could ever imagine. It’s how we got where we are now if you think about it.
Graves places his chips through the window, and the cashier begins counting out a stack of money for Jack. Meanwhile, he takes another hit of his vape pen and turns back to Thatcher to continue their conversation.
Jack Graves: I don’t know shit about this guy I’m facing tomorrow at High Roller.. He doesn’t even have a bio on the company website. But I do know he was tweeting the other day about how nervous he was to face me… so I’d say I have a pretty good shot at getting the W, Statistically. I mean I’m on a hot streak as of late. So I double down. Not only will I beat this guy, but I’ll do it in violent, highlight reel fashion. The people here in Vegas will be begging me to come back for another match after I paint the canvas with his blood like a modern-day Rembrandt.
Thatcher nods in agreement and Jack takes the money from the cashier to cut it in half and tuck the rest into Thatcher’s front shirt pocket.
Jack Graves: I just need you and Katz to make sure there is no funny business. Again, I don’t know much about this hoss. So I don’t know if he has people or not. After The Society’s bullshit though, I’m not taking any chances.
Thatcher looks astonished by the wad of cash Jack had stuffed into his pocket, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Done. You don’t have to worry about that Jackie.
Jack gives him a smile and a pat on the head, which thatcher quickly swats away.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Cut that shit out.
Jack gives him a nudge and turns to head back to his suite to get some rest for tomorrow's match and sleep off the brandy they’d been drinking all night, but Thatcher stops him before he can go.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Hey Jackie? We really made it huh? We did it.
Jack nods and gives his protege a sly wink as he replies.
Jack Graves: We sure did, little brother. It’s only up from here too. Now I’m gonna take a shower and hit the hay. Don’t stay out too late with that gal of yours. I need you tomorrow.
Thatcher bumps knuckles with his best friend and Jack steps into the elevator to head upstairs.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Yeah yeah…
Jack Graves: I mean it Thatchy. I’ll come drag you out of her bed butt ass nekkid if I have to.
Thatcher laughs and extends his middle finger.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Alright, Alright. I’ll be there, you big bossy motherfucker. Go call ol’ whatshername and settle down.
Jack shoots him a look as the elevator doors close and Thatcher walks off counting his money to end the scene.
MATCH TEN: SINGLES
Luke Jackson vs Jack Graves
Luke Jackson vs Jack Graves
| RECAP Luke starts out strong and keeps the offense hitting Graves head on. Luke uses a big superkick that sends Jack out of the ring. Luke hits the far ropes and leaps out of the ring only to have Jack nail him with Dinner Bell (Bullhammer elbow)! Graves rolls Luke in the ring but can only get a two count. The two battle some more when From out of nowhere, Jack locks in his Seroquel Pill (Guillotine Choke) on Luke! Jackson fights the hold but its too little too late as Luke passes out and the match ends. WINNER Jack Graves METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 11:12 FINISHING MOVE Seroquel Pill (Guillotine Choke) |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage where Jimmy Powers looks dejected and sad. He is putting up lost posters for Jimmy Jr and asking people if they have seen him. Just then Sophie Grimes comes up with the camera crew.
Sophie Grimes: Jimmy Powers, any luck with finding Jimmy Jr?
Jimmy Powers: If I did, do you think I would still be putting up posters and asking people if they’ve seen him? Dont ask dumb questions.
Sophie makes a disgusted face at Jimmy who shakes his head.
Jimmy Powers: I’m sorry, I just miss Jimmy Jr so much that I’m getting grouchy.
Just then some music can be heard playing.
Sophie Grimes: Umm, isnt that your theme Jimmy? Your match is next?
Jimmy Powers: Shit!
Jimmy tosses the posters and takes off running towards the ring.
We cut to backstage where Jimmy Powers looks dejected and sad. He is putting up lost posters for Jimmy Jr and asking people if they have seen him. Just then Sophie Grimes comes up with the camera crew.
Sophie Grimes: Jimmy Powers, any luck with finding Jimmy Jr?
Jimmy Powers: If I did, do you think I would still be putting up posters and asking people if they’ve seen him? Dont ask dumb questions.
Sophie makes a disgusted face at Jimmy who shakes his head.
Jimmy Powers: I’m sorry, I just miss Jimmy Jr so much that I’m getting grouchy.
Just then some music can be heard playing.
Sophie Grimes: Umm, isnt that your theme Jimmy? Your match is next?
Jimmy Powers: Shit!
Jimmy tosses the posters and takes off running towards the ring.
MATCH ELEVEN: Jackpot Match Qualifier
Jimmy Powers vs Alex Reeves
Jimmy Powers vs Alex Reeves
| RECAP Alex takes advantage at the start of the match, putting in work on Jimmy’s ribs. Powers doesn't seem too forced and Reeves makes him pay for it. Jimmy though gets a sudden burst of rage and is able to battle back against Alex. But the big screen turns on and we see someone holding Jimmy Jr in one of the rooms in the back. This gets Jimmy’s attention as he turns to leave the ring but Alex hits him with Point Zero (Claymore) and gets the win before he does. WINNER Alex Reeves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:22 FINISHING MOVE Point Zero (Claymore) |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts to the backstage area as we are focused upon our Showcase champion who has been having quite the successful run in the Maybelline Moss Invitational. For tonight she is once again set to defend her Showcase championship belt and continue to make her impact as one of the top contenders of High Roller Wrestling. Veronica Sawyer is wearing an elegant gold dress that pairs quite well with her championship that she is holding over one shoulder. Her lips are made up in a deep shade of red as she presses them together briefly in a pout.
Veronica Sawyer: My poor sweet overconfident Jordan. Do you really think that you are going to be the one to put my title reign to an end? Out of everyone who is part of the High Roller Wrestling roster? What exactly do you think makes you rise above the rest? I’m not one to believe in simple dumb luck making things happen, I believe in hard work being what molds us, what pushes some to rise above others. That’s how I even became Showcase champion in the first place. I excelled inside of the ring and let the world see exactly what it means to have been molded for this business since birth.
Veronica pauses for a brief moment, brushing a few loose strands of her blonde hair back from her face, having them done in curls just for tonight. She always loved to make heads turn when she walked into a room. Especially now when she was a champion.
Veronica Sawyer: I will admit that it’s cute seeing you try to talk tough, try to step up with your chest puffed out, but it’s not going to be enough. As you can see it already did very little to impress me over Twitter and I have a feeling that your in-ring performance will be more of the same. Haven’t you noticed? I’ve been busy putting my talent out there for a larger audience to witness. I’m doing my part to help High Roller Wrestling so the world knows the scale of talent we have out here in Las Vegas. It’s my duty as the Showcase champion to elevate this gold and I have no intentions of that coming to an end anytime soon. I don’t allow myself to feel as if I’m going to be disappointed. It’s not negotiable. This means only one thing and that tonight I will successfully retain what is mine, mark down another defense, and move forward to the next.
A giggle follows her words as she begins to walk in confident strides down the hall, taking the time to hold out her Showcase championship belt on full display, while some of the backstage crew members are making sure to give her a good look in appreciation.
Veronica Sawyer: Don’t worry Jordan, you can think of tonight as a learning experience for you, on dealing with disappointment in this business. You can also sit back and watch how a real champion handles their business. I didn’t fight through an entire tournament for nothing and I certainly am not going to bring any sort of shame to my family’s name. No, sometimes luck isn’t enough, not even here in Vegas where luck is the only thing some people have worth bringing to the table. Anything is possible, you said that, but tonight you learn there’s limits.
Veronica stops walking for a moment, looking down at her Showcase championship belt, and she slowly turns back around to face the camera. She makes a motion with her index finger for the camera to move in closer so she can be the sole focus on the screen.
Veronica Sawyer: I am the limit.
Veronica presses her lips together in a quick little kiss that she blows towards the camera and turns back around on her heels, once again walking away, the camera lingering for a moment to watch her shape as she walks until she turns the corner disappearing from the view.
The camera cuts to the backstage area as we are focused upon our Showcase champion who has been having quite the successful run in the Maybelline Moss Invitational. For tonight she is once again set to defend her Showcase championship belt and continue to make her impact as one of the top contenders of High Roller Wrestling. Veronica Sawyer is wearing an elegant gold dress that pairs quite well with her championship that she is holding over one shoulder. Her lips are made up in a deep shade of red as she presses them together briefly in a pout.
Veronica Sawyer: My poor sweet overconfident Jordan. Do you really think that you are going to be the one to put my title reign to an end? Out of everyone who is part of the High Roller Wrestling roster? What exactly do you think makes you rise above the rest? I’m not one to believe in simple dumb luck making things happen, I believe in hard work being what molds us, what pushes some to rise above others. That’s how I even became Showcase champion in the first place. I excelled inside of the ring and let the world see exactly what it means to have been molded for this business since birth.
Veronica pauses for a brief moment, brushing a few loose strands of her blonde hair back from her face, having them done in curls just for tonight. She always loved to make heads turn when she walked into a room. Especially now when she was a champion.
Veronica Sawyer: I will admit that it’s cute seeing you try to talk tough, try to step up with your chest puffed out, but it’s not going to be enough. As you can see it already did very little to impress me over Twitter and I have a feeling that your in-ring performance will be more of the same. Haven’t you noticed? I’ve been busy putting my talent out there for a larger audience to witness. I’m doing my part to help High Roller Wrestling so the world knows the scale of talent we have out here in Las Vegas. It’s my duty as the Showcase champion to elevate this gold and I have no intentions of that coming to an end anytime soon. I don’t allow myself to feel as if I’m going to be disappointed. It’s not negotiable. This means only one thing and that tonight I will successfully retain what is mine, mark down another defense, and move forward to the next.
A giggle follows her words as she begins to walk in confident strides down the hall, taking the time to hold out her Showcase championship belt on full display, while some of the backstage crew members are making sure to give her a good look in appreciation.
Veronica Sawyer: Don’t worry Jordan, you can think of tonight as a learning experience for you, on dealing with disappointment in this business. You can also sit back and watch how a real champion handles their business. I didn’t fight through an entire tournament for nothing and I certainly am not going to bring any sort of shame to my family’s name. No, sometimes luck isn’t enough, not even here in Vegas where luck is the only thing some people have worth bringing to the table. Anything is possible, you said that, but tonight you learn there’s limits.
Veronica stops walking for a moment, looking down at her Showcase championship belt, and she slowly turns back around to face the camera. She makes a motion with her index finger for the camera to move in closer so she can be the sole focus on the screen.
Veronica Sawyer: I am the limit.
Veronica presses her lips together in a quick little kiss that she blows towards the camera and turns back around on her heels, once again walking away, the camera lingering for a moment to watch her shape as she walks until she turns the corner disappearing from the view.
MATCH TWELVE: Showcase Championship
Veronica Sawyer © vs Jordan Archer
Veronica Sawyer © vs Jordan Archer
| RECAP At the start of the match, Jordan uses his power advantage to muscle Ronnie around the ring. But his ego got too big as he thought it would be a sure thing and Sawyer was able to pull him face first into the middle turnbuckle and start to kick away at his knees. She continues to work on Jordan’s knees and take away the base of his power game. Ronnie was very strategic as she picked away on Archer’s knee before hooking him in the Venus Fly Trap (Figure Eight Lock). Archer found the hold and did all he could to get free, finally fighting enough to reach the ropes and break the hold. He struggled to get back up and when he did, Ronnie hit him with her Love at first Kick (Springboard Headkick) setting him up perfect for the Fool's Kiss (Phoenix Splash) securing the win. WINNER Veronica Sawyer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:03 FINISHING MOVE Fool's Kiss (Phoenix Splash) |
BACKSTAGE
Jenson Idol walked onto the screen, his bird Perry on one shoulder and his HRW Championship on the other. He grinned as he looked at the camera before giving it a wink.
Jenson Idol: Oi! Tonight, I fight Liam’s Clever Name. Mr. Vaughn. Mr. Broody boy. He thinks he belongs in the big leagues, aye? He wants a shot at me? Well now he’s got it.
Jenson nodded.
Jenson Idol: But I’ll tell you all a wee little secret. Tonight is not Liam’s not. Aye, he’s not ready.
Perry: BAWK! HE’S NOT READY! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: See? Even Perry agrees. I like Liam, I truly do, but he stands no chance against me. Soon, he might be ready but tonight? I teach him a lesson.
Perry: BAWK! BIANCA’S A TWAT! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: Oi mate! We ain’t even there yet, are we? But I digress. Let’s talk a bit about Bianca. About how I gave her this moment, this shot against me. I handpicked her so that I could destroy her. You see, she ruined my moment. I won it all and instead of getting to celebrate? She attacked me.
He scoffed.
Jenson Idol: And for that? She’ll pay. It’s why I ensured that she would get a shot so that I could pick her a part, piece by piece, and embarrass her in front of the entire wrestling world. Got it? Good.
Perry: BAWK! BIANCA’S A SLAG! BAWK!
Jenson laughed.
Jenson Idol: Aye, good boy. You’ll get a treat later.
Idol and his bird walked off and the scene faded away.
Jenson Idol walked onto the screen, his bird Perry on one shoulder and his HRW Championship on the other. He grinned as he looked at the camera before giving it a wink.
Jenson Idol: Oi! Tonight, I fight Liam’s Clever Name. Mr. Vaughn. Mr. Broody boy. He thinks he belongs in the big leagues, aye? He wants a shot at me? Well now he’s got it.
Jenson nodded.
Jenson Idol: But I’ll tell you all a wee little secret. Tonight is not Liam’s not. Aye, he’s not ready.
Perry: BAWK! HE’S NOT READY! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: See? Even Perry agrees. I like Liam, I truly do, but he stands no chance against me. Soon, he might be ready but tonight? I teach him a lesson.
Perry: BAWK! BIANCA’S A TWAT! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: Oi mate! We ain’t even there yet, are we? But I digress. Let’s talk a bit about Bianca. About how I gave her this moment, this shot against me. I handpicked her so that I could destroy her. You see, she ruined my moment. I won it all and instead of getting to celebrate? She attacked me.
He scoffed.
Jenson Idol: And for that? She’ll pay. It’s why I ensured that she would get a shot so that I could pick her a part, piece by piece, and embarrass her in front of the entire wrestling world. Got it? Good.
Perry: BAWK! BIANCA’S A SLAG! BAWK!
Jenson laughed.
Jenson Idol: Aye, good boy. You’ll get a treat later.
Idol and his bird walked off and the scene faded away.
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
Liam Vaughn vs Jenson Idol
Liam Vaughn vs Jenson Idol
| RECAP Jenson attacked first and fast with Liam, doing what he could to keep him off balance. But Liam seemed to enjoy the beating that Jenson was giving and that threw off Idol a bit. The two battle with Jenson getting more damage in but Liam not really losing ground. Idol connects with his Liverpool Knee (Wrist lock into a jumping high knee) and backs off, setting up for his FC Cutter (RKO) when from outside the ring someone grabs his leg. It was Bianca Reed! Jenson turns and starts cussing at her as she just gives him a little wave. Jenson turns and Liam drops him with the Magnum Opus (Evenflow DDT)! He covers Idol and gets the win. WINNER Liam Vaughn METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:44 FINISHING MOVE Magnum Opus (Evenflow DDT) |