Post by Noah Jackson on Sept 6, 2022 23:02:16 GMT
High Roller Wrestling Presents...
Episode Seven of ALL IN
Live from the the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, NV
On Monday, September 5th 2022
Episode Seven of ALL IN
Live from the the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, NV
On Monday, September 5th 2022
RINGSIDE
The intro music of another All In begins to play as cameras spin around the MGM Grand Garden Arena. We’re able to take in various faces in the crowd, and show how many people are in attendance for the night. The music fades out and we go to the commentary table, where the show is about to kick off.
However as we watch the commentators, they’re speaking but there’s no sound coming from their microphones. It takes a few moments for them to realize it, and they keep talking, but after they do they move around in hopes of fixing the issue. This leads to various lights around the arena beginning to shut off and on at the same time, creating a strobe. The HRW crew rushes around, trying to get the production crew to do something about this. Suddenly, a video begins to play on the tron, where the sound is working perfectly. The man on the screen is dressed in a suit, and his hair is combed into a pompadour. He looks professional and starts off by acting professional in his mannerisms as well.
Suit Guy: Well hello there, HRW. I’m Bash Blackstone - commentator, social media advisor, and owner of the House of Wrestling.
There’s mixed reactions from the crowd, some of which seem to recognize the name and others don’t seem to know what this guy is talking about.
“Bash” Blackstone: Some of you may not be aware of us as a company, but just like High Roller Wrestling, we are a newer and up and coming wrestling promotion that have dug our heels into Vegas. We hit the ground running, haven’t looked back since, and are now only a few weeks away from our second supershow, Home Invasion!
Bash paused, believing that people would probably want to cheer right about now. Of course, the HRW crowd wasn’t quite sure what was happening.
“Bash” Blackstone: The pair of us have existed here in this same space for months now without much interaction, and that’s completely fine, because without interactions means we’re also without issues. That is until recently with Jensen Idol, the current High Roller Championship, agreed to give FAITHE a shot at the championship. Seeing as I how I support other Vegas promotions, I agreed to host the match within the House of Wrestling. However, by the end of the night, I was served with a lawsuit from Noah Jackson of HRW! Noah states that I needed permission and a signed contract from HRW to host said match…
Bash sighed.
“Bash” Blackstone: You know what I think, Noah? I think you’re full of shit!
From out of nowhere, his professional manner was suddenly gone and replaced with a bratty child. He rolled his eyes.
“Bash” Blackstone: The most important part of this, is to remember that not only are we both in Vegas but we both also operate out of the MGM Grand. Specifically even the MGM Grand Garden Arena. This means that not only was the title defense in Vegas, but it was still handled by the same production crew here at the MGM Grand. Was I HONESTLY acting out of contract when I booked that championship defense? It’s my belief that Noah is trying to use this lawsuit to throw a punch at his competitor, and maybe even put us down for the count. Noah doesn’t like competition, ESPECIALLY when we are in direct competition. Noah knows that our numbers have been solid ever since our first air date and besides that? WE were here first. Your first show dates Monday the 23rd, which is 3 days after our first show here on Friday the 20th.
He chuckled out loud for a few seconds, having to bring a hand to his mouth to control himself.
“Bash” Blackstone: I encourage every single one of you to write to Mr. Jackson, urging him to drop this silly lawsuit, and end this sudden jealous streak against us. We don’t want any issues with High Roller Wrestling. All I want is for things to go back to normal, the both of us peacefully operating out of the MGM Grand in our own separate lanes. I hope we can come to an agreement.
Bash nods his head, and a split second later, the video cuts. It’s replaced with the normal tron, waiting for the show to start, just as the normal lights come back on as well. The crowd, and everyone at home, is left to ponder everything they’d just seen.
The intro music of another All In begins to play as cameras spin around the MGM Grand Garden Arena. We’re able to take in various faces in the crowd, and show how many people are in attendance for the night. The music fades out and we go to the commentary table, where the show is about to kick off.
However as we watch the commentators, they’re speaking but there’s no sound coming from their microphones. It takes a few moments for them to realize it, and they keep talking, but after they do they move around in hopes of fixing the issue. This leads to various lights around the arena beginning to shut off and on at the same time, creating a strobe. The HRW crew rushes around, trying to get the production crew to do something about this. Suddenly, a video begins to play on the tron, where the sound is working perfectly. The man on the screen is dressed in a suit, and his hair is combed into a pompadour. He looks professional and starts off by acting professional in his mannerisms as well.
Suit Guy: Well hello there, HRW. I’m Bash Blackstone - commentator, social media advisor, and owner of the House of Wrestling.
There’s mixed reactions from the crowd, some of which seem to recognize the name and others don’t seem to know what this guy is talking about.
“Bash” Blackstone: Some of you may not be aware of us as a company, but just like High Roller Wrestling, we are a newer and up and coming wrestling promotion that have dug our heels into Vegas. We hit the ground running, haven’t looked back since, and are now only a few weeks away from our second supershow, Home Invasion!
Bash paused, believing that people would probably want to cheer right about now. Of course, the HRW crowd wasn’t quite sure what was happening.
“Bash” Blackstone: The pair of us have existed here in this same space for months now without much interaction, and that’s completely fine, because without interactions means we’re also without issues. That is until recently with Jensen Idol, the current High Roller Championship, agreed to give FAITHE a shot at the championship. Seeing as I how I support other Vegas promotions, I agreed to host the match within the House of Wrestling. However, by the end of the night, I was served with a lawsuit from Noah Jackson of HRW! Noah states that I needed permission and a signed contract from HRW to host said match…
Bash sighed.
“Bash” Blackstone: You know what I think, Noah? I think you’re full of shit!
From out of nowhere, his professional manner was suddenly gone and replaced with a bratty child. He rolled his eyes.
“Bash” Blackstone: The most important part of this, is to remember that not only are we both in Vegas but we both also operate out of the MGM Grand. Specifically even the MGM Grand Garden Arena. This means that not only was the title defense in Vegas, but it was still handled by the same production crew here at the MGM Grand. Was I HONESTLY acting out of contract when I booked that championship defense? It’s my belief that Noah is trying to use this lawsuit to throw a punch at his competitor, and maybe even put us down for the count. Noah doesn’t like competition, ESPECIALLY when we are in direct competition. Noah knows that our numbers have been solid ever since our first air date and besides that? WE were here first. Your first show dates Monday the 23rd, which is 3 days after our first show here on Friday the 20th.
He chuckled out loud for a few seconds, having to bring a hand to his mouth to control himself.
“Bash” Blackstone: I encourage every single one of you to write to Mr. Jackson, urging him to drop this silly lawsuit, and end this sudden jealous streak against us. We don’t want any issues with High Roller Wrestling. All I want is for things to go back to normal, the both of us peacefully operating out of the MGM Grand in our own separate lanes. I hope we can come to an agreement.
Bash nods his head, and a split second later, the video cuts. It’s replaced with the normal tron, waiting for the show to start, just as the normal lights come back on as well. The crowd, and everyone at home, is left to ponder everything they’d just seen.
BACKSTAGE
Erica Jackson is backstage preparing for her next interview.
Erica Jackson: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… ‘Little Miss Fierce’ Pattie Pearce!”
Pattie enters wearing an emerald green hooded robe, a serious look on her face.
Pattie Pearce: Let’s cut to the chase. I chose High Roller after years of being away from the spotlight for the glitz and glamour, and the opportunity! But it seems like from day one, there’s been a thorn in my side. Charity Michaels, the self-professed Entitled Queen of the Ring.
Erica Jackson: I’m sorry, I can’t help but notice you’re upset, Pattie…
Pattie throws up a hand in her face cutting her off.
Pattie Pearce: Upset doesn’t even begin to account for the way I feel. Let’s be honest, I’m pissed off, I’m angry! Maybe I didn’t make it clear to this whole company before, but you’re not gonna like me when I’m angry! I’m a pint-sized gamma-fueled She-Hulk!!!
She grips the robe and rips it in half, the pieces and glittery sequins falling to the ground.
Pattie Pearce: …Well, that just cost me a pretty penny. But I’m going to make up for that by taking a pound of flesh from anyone who wrongs me around here. Tonight… well let’s see, I face Luke Jackson. Another Jackson? How many are around here…1, 2, 3, 4, …hell, it’s the Jackson 5?!? I don’t know. Well, I hope you’re ready for action, Luke Jackson. No offense, but all I’m going to see is Charity Michaels face as I’m kneeing yours off.
Erica Jackson: And your thoughts on this being a Jackpot Match Qualifier?
Pattie Pearce: It’s pretty damn simple, mate… I win and I’m in. If somebody… oh I dunno who that might be, decides to show up and screw me over AGAIN…. They’re gonna learn a very simple rule that comes up in Vegas all the time: Ace beats Queen. And you all are gonna watch and learn as I become the Australian F’n Ace that runs this place!
Pattie starts to walk away…
Erica Jackson: Um, and there you…
Pattie comes back over and grabs the mic.
Pattie Pearce: Little Ms. Fierce… OUT!
She rips the mic away and tosses it down, walking away as Erica looks on shocked.
Erica Jackson is backstage preparing for her next interview.
Erica Jackson: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… ‘Little Miss Fierce’ Pattie Pearce!”
Pattie enters wearing an emerald green hooded robe, a serious look on her face.
Pattie Pearce: Let’s cut to the chase. I chose High Roller after years of being away from the spotlight for the glitz and glamour, and the opportunity! But it seems like from day one, there’s been a thorn in my side. Charity Michaels, the self-professed Entitled Queen of the Ring.
Erica Jackson: I’m sorry, I can’t help but notice you’re upset, Pattie…
Pattie throws up a hand in her face cutting her off.
Pattie Pearce: Upset doesn’t even begin to account for the way I feel. Let’s be honest, I’m pissed off, I’m angry! Maybe I didn’t make it clear to this whole company before, but you’re not gonna like me when I’m angry! I’m a pint-sized gamma-fueled She-Hulk!!!
She grips the robe and rips it in half, the pieces and glittery sequins falling to the ground.
Pattie Pearce: …Well, that just cost me a pretty penny. But I’m going to make up for that by taking a pound of flesh from anyone who wrongs me around here. Tonight… well let’s see, I face Luke Jackson. Another Jackson? How many are around here…1, 2, 3, 4, …hell, it’s the Jackson 5?!? I don’t know. Well, I hope you’re ready for action, Luke Jackson. No offense, but all I’m going to see is Charity Michaels face as I’m kneeing yours off.
Erica Jackson: And your thoughts on this being a Jackpot Match Qualifier?
Pattie Pearce: It’s pretty damn simple, mate… I win and I’m in. If somebody… oh I dunno who that might be, decides to show up and screw me over AGAIN…. They’re gonna learn a very simple rule that comes up in Vegas all the time: Ace beats Queen. And you all are gonna watch and learn as I become the Australian F’n Ace that runs this place!
Pattie starts to walk away…
Erica Jackson: Um, and there you…
Pattie comes back over and grabs the mic.
Pattie Pearce: Little Ms. Fierce… OUT!
She rips the mic away and tosses it down, walking away as Erica looks on shocked.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to WALKER, leaning up against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He looks at the camera to his right and chuckles.
WALKER: Tonight, I go up against one of the most boring bitches out there. Alex Reeves?
He scoffs before tossing the cigarette to the ground.
WALKER: She ain’t shit. Any fire she got? I’m stomping it out under my boot.
WALKER presses his boot down on the cigarette and crushes it.
WALKER: Alex is coasting. She lives off that last name and that same attitude her sister has. She’s fuckin’ entitled and thinks she’s better than everybody. But she ain’t done shit. I remember at one point, she was in the upper mid card in Liberty but then she fell off. What happened? You can’t handle the big times?
He scoffed and shook his head.
WALKER: Whatever though. I’ll see you out there. Win, loss, I don’t care. This shit means more to you than it does me. But I’ll be takin’ my pound of flesh though. You won’t be walkin out the same. Best believe that.
We cut backstage to WALKER, leaning up against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He looks at the camera to his right and chuckles.
WALKER: Tonight, I go up against one of the most boring bitches out there. Alex Reeves?
He scoffs before tossing the cigarette to the ground.
WALKER: She ain’t shit. Any fire she got? I’m stomping it out under my boot.
WALKER presses his boot down on the cigarette and crushes it.
WALKER: Alex is coasting. She lives off that last name and that same attitude her sister has. She’s fuckin’ entitled and thinks she’s better than everybody. But she ain’t done shit. I remember at one point, she was in the upper mid card in Liberty but then she fell off. What happened? You can’t handle the big times?
He scoffed and shook his head.
WALKER: Whatever though. I’ll see you out there. Win, loss, I don’t care. This shit means more to you than it does me. But I’ll be takin’ my pound of flesh though. You won’t be walkin out the same. Best believe that.
MATCH ONE: Jackpot Match Qualifier
Pattie Pearce vs Luke Jackson
Pattie Pearce vs Luke Jackson
| RECAP As soon as the bell sounds, Charity Michaels' music hits and she walks out onto the stage. She taunts Pattie, who loses focus just enough that Luke gets the jump on her. Jackson starts to hammer away but it's not doing much good as Pattie’s anger starts to show up and she tosses Luke into the corner to give him some hard knife edge chops, taunting Charity with each one. Pattie has control for the majority of the match before hitting a Rolling Crucifix Driver on Luke and finally putting him away with the Down Pat (Springboard Inverted DDT). Pattie points at Charity telling her she's next but Charity just yawns and waves bye as she walks to the back. WINNER Pattie Pearce METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:02 FINISHING MOVE Down Pat (Springboard Inverted DDT) |
BACKSTAGE
The camera nudges through a locker room door labeled “Skye Summers” and comes upon Skye, dressed in her ring gear, straddling Gavin Grimes, who’s dressed in street clothes and seated on a folding chair. She cups his face between her hands as the two kiss. The camera starts to beat a hasty retreat but Skye stops, her brow arching as she addresses the camera operator.
Skye Summers: Where do you think you’re going? Don’t be shy. We’re in the City of Sin, I’m sure our viewers won’t be offended by a little kissing.
She beckons the camera closer as Gavin leans up and nips at her neck. With a playful scowl Skye wags a finger in his face.
Skye Summers: Be good. I just need a minute. Remember, patience is important. You don’t want to end up like Jack.
Skye playfully pushes Gavin’s smiling face from the frame before addressing the camera.
Skye Summers: We’re mere moments away from my debut match here in HRW but let’s not fool ourselves, this is no debut. You’re all well aware of what I can do, whether it’s masterminding the plan to throw little Jackie Graves off his game at Oblivion III or scoring with the move of the night at the last GEW pop up show. I’ve already established my momentum and tonight, neither Ethan Turner nor Goat Boy are going to throw me off the track.
Skye chews on her bottom lip for a moment.
Skye Summers: Ethan Turner, during the last episode of “All In” you crowed about having a second chance at the Jackpot Qualifier.
She scoffs.
Skye Summers: Everyone talks about second chances like they’re something special. The only reason anyone needs a second chance is because they’ve already failed once. Sure, we all love a redemption story but that’s not what happened to our boy Ethan, is it? No, he lost his second chance when Charity Michaels curb stopped his dream into dust. Ethan likes to treat each week like a new chapter in the “Book of Ethan” but I’m not sure that’s a story worth publishing. The world’s already hit its quota for lovable losers. There’s nothing special or distinct about your story. You took your shot once here in HRW and you missed. Then you got a chance at redemption and came up empty again. Now you have the unenviable task of stepping inside the ring with me. The only positive that can come out of this is that you might not be the one to get pinned… which brings me to Jim Powers.
Skye smirks and bleats like a baby goat, which causes Gavin to lean back into the frame.
Gavin Grimes: That was literally the least sexy thing you’ve ever done. Don’t do that again.
Skye leers at him for a moment.
Skye Summers: Do I interrupt your promos?
Gavin Grimes: Well…
She pushes him back out of the frame.
Skye Summers: That’s what I thought, now shush!
Clearing her throat she gets back into character and addresses the camera.
Skye Summers: James, going back and forth with you over the whereabouts of Jimmy Jr. was amusing for a hot minute… and that’s about it. Which pretty much sums up you and how I feel about facing you. You’re fun and novel until you peel back the layers and realize you’re nothing more than a distraction. Cannon fodder at its finest. So maybe we’ll get another dramatic cut away of Jimmy Jr. tied up somewhere in the back, or maybe we won’t. Truth be told, no one really cares about you or your stuffed goat. It’s sort of sad that Ethan “Don’t call me ET” Turner brings more to the table than you do. But I can only work with that I’m given, which is why I’ll make quick work of you both. Whether it’s Ethan or Jimmy who takes the fall, it doesn’t matter. Just know that you’ll go out in style, because that’s the only way I know how to finish.
Skye winks and makes a shooing motion towards the camera as she leans back into Gavin and they pick up where they left off.
The camera nudges through a locker room door labeled “Skye Summers” and comes upon Skye, dressed in her ring gear, straddling Gavin Grimes, who’s dressed in street clothes and seated on a folding chair. She cups his face between her hands as the two kiss. The camera starts to beat a hasty retreat but Skye stops, her brow arching as she addresses the camera operator.
Skye Summers: Where do you think you’re going? Don’t be shy. We’re in the City of Sin, I’m sure our viewers won’t be offended by a little kissing.
She beckons the camera closer as Gavin leans up and nips at her neck. With a playful scowl Skye wags a finger in his face.
Skye Summers: Be good. I just need a minute. Remember, patience is important. You don’t want to end up like Jack.
Skye playfully pushes Gavin’s smiling face from the frame before addressing the camera.
Skye Summers: We’re mere moments away from my debut match here in HRW but let’s not fool ourselves, this is no debut. You’re all well aware of what I can do, whether it’s masterminding the plan to throw little Jackie Graves off his game at Oblivion III or scoring with the move of the night at the last GEW pop up show. I’ve already established my momentum and tonight, neither Ethan Turner nor Goat Boy are going to throw me off the track.
Skye chews on her bottom lip for a moment.
Skye Summers: Ethan Turner, during the last episode of “All In” you crowed about having a second chance at the Jackpot Qualifier.
She scoffs.
Skye Summers: Everyone talks about second chances like they’re something special. The only reason anyone needs a second chance is because they’ve already failed once. Sure, we all love a redemption story but that’s not what happened to our boy Ethan, is it? No, he lost his second chance when Charity Michaels curb stopped his dream into dust. Ethan likes to treat each week like a new chapter in the “Book of Ethan” but I’m not sure that’s a story worth publishing. The world’s already hit its quota for lovable losers. There’s nothing special or distinct about your story. You took your shot once here in HRW and you missed. Then you got a chance at redemption and came up empty again. Now you have the unenviable task of stepping inside the ring with me. The only positive that can come out of this is that you might not be the one to get pinned… which brings me to Jim Powers.
Skye smirks and bleats like a baby goat, which causes Gavin to lean back into the frame.
Gavin Grimes: That was literally the least sexy thing you’ve ever done. Don’t do that again.
Skye leers at him for a moment.
Skye Summers: Do I interrupt your promos?
Gavin Grimes: Well…
She pushes him back out of the frame.
Skye Summers: That’s what I thought, now shush!
Clearing her throat she gets back into character and addresses the camera.
Skye Summers: James, going back and forth with you over the whereabouts of Jimmy Jr. was amusing for a hot minute… and that’s about it. Which pretty much sums up you and how I feel about facing you. You’re fun and novel until you peel back the layers and realize you’re nothing more than a distraction. Cannon fodder at its finest. So maybe we’ll get another dramatic cut away of Jimmy Jr. tied up somewhere in the back, or maybe we won’t. Truth be told, no one really cares about you or your stuffed goat. It’s sort of sad that Ethan “Don’t call me ET” Turner brings more to the table than you do. But I can only work with that I’m given, which is why I’ll make quick work of you both. Whether it’s Ethan or Jimmy who takes the fall, it doesn’t matter. Just know that you’ll go out in style, because that’s the only way I know how to finish.
Skye winks and makes a shooing motion towards the camera as she leans back into Gavin and they pick up where they left off.
BACKSTAGE
The Mighty Nightfall, Chloe Night and Izzi Grimes, appear on our screen. They both look excited and pumped for their big match against Jack Danielson & Myra Rivers. Chloe is the first one to talk for the team.
Chloe Night: It looks like we have the rag tag team of Jack Danielson and Myra Rivers, huh? What a shit show!
Izzi nodded her head.
Izzi Grimes: I like Myra, she’s buds with McKena. But nonetheless, she’s against us tonight. And she has a partner that she doesn’t like. Myra has experience but this isn’t a singles match. It’s a tag team match and guess what? It gives us the edge.
Chloe responds.
Chloe Night: Exactly! And hey, we’re so good, we’re making tag teams run away from us!
Izzi’s brow furrows.
Izzi Grimes: Oh? Do you mean Team Madness? Well, they had too many targets on their back. Daughters of Janus and us, The Mighty Nightfall, we’re fed up with their shit. We showed them that we weren’t playing games anymore and they ran off.
Chloe laughed and shook her head.
Chloe Night: They showed that they’re cowards and that when the going gets tough and the pressure is on? They can’t handle it. They’re not Team Madness, they’re Team Sadness and I’m honestly glad they’re gone.
Izzi steps closer to the camera and smiles.
Izzi Grimes: Yup! But forget about them! Make sure to watch The Mighty Nightfall out there tonight. We don’t run from fights, we don’t quit and we never give up. We’re going to beat Myra and Jack and then? Then we’re moving onto Daughters of Janus and we’re going to beat them and become the Tag Champs!
Chloe places a hand on Izzi’s shoulder and uses the other one to point at the camera.
Chloe Night: And the responsibilities of being tag champs? It’s not something we’ll run from. No, we’ll embrace any and all challengers. Win or loss? We’re not afraid.
The two high five and walk off and the scene cuts away.
The Mighty Nightfall, Chloe Night and Izzi Grimes, appear on our screen. They both look excited and pumped for their big match against Jack Danielson & Myra Rivers. Chloe is the first one to talk for the team.
Chloe Night: It looks like we have the rag tag team of Jack Danielson and Myra Rivers, huh? What a shit show!
Izzi nodded her head.
Izzi Grimes: I like Myra, she’s buds with McKena. But nonetheless, she’s against us tonight. And she has a partner that she doesn’t like. Myra has experience but this isn’t a singles match. It’s a tag team match and guess what? It gives us the edge.
Chloe responds.
Chloe Night: Exactly! And hey, we’re so good, we’re making tag teams run away from us!
Izzi’s brow furrows.
Izzi Grimes: Oh? Do you mean Team Madness? Well, they had too many targets on their back. Daughters of Janus and us, The Mighty Nightfall, we’re fed up with their shit. We showed them that we weren’t playing games anymore and they ran off.
Chloe laughed and shook her head.
Chloe Night: They showed that they’re cowards and that when the going gets tough and the pressure is on? They can’t handle it. They’re not Team Madness, they’re Team Sadness and I’m honestly glad they’re gone.
Izzi steps closer to the camera and smiles.
Izzi Grimes: Yup! But forget about them! Make sure to watch The Mighty Nightfall out there tonight. We don’t run from fights, we don’t quit and we never give up. We’re going to beat Myra and Jack and then? Then we’re moving onto Daughters of Janus and we’re going to beat them and become the Tag Champs!
Chloe places a hand on Izzi’s shoulder and uses the other one to point at the camera.
Chloe Night: And the responsibilities of being tag champs? It’s not something we’ll run from. No, we’ll embrace any and all challengers. Win or loss? We’re not afraid.
The two high five and walk off and the scene cuts away.
MATCH TWO: TRIPLE THREAT
Jimmy Powers vs Ethan Turner vs Skye Summers
Jimmy Powers vs Ethan Turner vs Skye Summers
| RECAP Powers and Turner start off the match, double teaming Skye and dumping her out of the ring. Powers and Turner then exchange strikes with Turner getting the better of Jimmy. Once it looked like Turner was in full control, Summers came flying off the top and laid him out with a Meteora! Before she can capitalize on it though, Power takes her up and over with a Wheelbarrow Suplex! Jimmy then picks up Turner and drills him with a Bulldog into middle turnbuckle (Jimmy slides through top and middle ropes)! Powers climbs to the top rope and lines up Turner and leaps going for YMFM (Your Mom’s Favorite Move) (Insane Elbow with theatrics) but Turner was playing possum and gets just out of the way! He gets back to his feet and quickly hits Flipity Flip (Frontflip Piledriver)! He looks to go for the cover when from out of nowhere Skye blasts him in the face with Sudden Impact (Bicycle Knee)! She makes the cover on Powers and gets the win as Turner is left dazed and down in the corner. WINNER Skye Summers METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:36 FINISHING MOVE MOVESudden Impact (Bicycle Knee) |
BACKSTAGE
A pre-recorded video begins to play of Kenzie and Alysha Adams sparring in a wrestling ring in an unidentified gym. By the glistening sweat on their bodies it's clear they've been at it for a while. Kenzie takes her sister down with an arm drag, before transitioning into an armbar. As soon as the hold is locked in, Alysha taps her shoulder twice with her free hand and Kenzie relinquishes the hold.
Alysha Adams: "That was smooooth, sis."
Kenzie smiles and helps her sister up as the two take a break from the practice.
Kenzie Adams: "Practice makes perfect. I think we're both getting a lot cleaner with our counters and transitions."
Alysha Adams: "I think so too. Which is good, because we're gonna have our work cut out for us with the Kali Kingpins."
The pair sit on the ring apron, Kenzie grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip while Alysha wipes the sweat from her face with a towel.
Kenzie Adams: "We beat 'em last time, but I don't think it'll be as easy this time around. And they hit real frickin' hard."
Alysha Adams: "Right? We really can't take this lightly. Our debut win was against them, if we lose to them now, we're moving backwards."
Kenzie Adams: "I know they'll be even tougher this time, but we've definitely improved since then too."
Alysha Adams: "We really gotta win this one, Kenz. Team Sadness took their ball and went home, those tag team titles need a new home. There's gonna be more eyes on this match than usual."
Kenzie Adams: "Well actually, only one of Team Sadness left. Alexandria is still around I think. What would she even be now? What is half of Sadness?"
Alysha Adams: "Team… Sad?"
Kenzie Adams: "Suits her to be honest."
Kenzie hops off of the apron and Alysha sighs softly before hopping off as well.
Alysha Adams: "I really wish this was a chairs match or something. It would be so much simpler to not have to worry about armbars and shit. Just smack 'em with metal things until they don't get up."
Kenzie Adams: "Me too, sis. But you know what they say, 'Adapt and Overcome'."
The girls share a smile as they walk off camera together and the scene fades.
A pre-recorded video begins to play of Kenzie and Alysha Adams sparring in a wrestling ring in an unidentified gym. By the glistening sweat on their bodies it's clear they've been at it for a while. Kenzie takes her sister down with an arm drag, before transitioning into an armbar. As soon as the hold is locked in, Alysha taps her shoulder twice with her free hand and Kenzie relinquishes the hold.
Alysha Adams: "That was smooooth, sis."
Kenzie smiles and helps her sister up as the two take a break from the practice.
Kenzie Adams: "Practice makes perfect. I think we're both getting a lot cleaner with our counters and transitions."
Alysha Adams: "I think so too. Which is good, because we're gonna have our work cut out for us with the Kali Kingpins."
The pair sit on the ring apron, Kenzie grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip while Alysha wipes the sweat from her face with a towel.
Kenzie Adams: "We beat 'em last time, but I don't think it'll be as easy this time around. And they hit real frickin' hard."
Alysha Adams: "Right? We really can't take this lightly. Our debut win was against them, if we lose to them now, we're moving backwards."
Kenzie Adams: "I know they'll be even tougher this time, but we've definitely improved since then too."
Alysha Adams: "We really gotta win this one, Kenz. Team Sadness took their ball and went home, those tag team titles need a new home. There's gonna be more eyes on this match than usual."
Kenzie Adams: "Well actually, only one of Team Sadness left. Alexandria is still around I think. What would she even be now? What is half of Sadness?"
Alysha Adams: "Team… Sad?"
Kenzie Adams: "Suits her to be honest."
Kenzie hops off of the apron and Alysha sighs softly before hopping off as well.
Alysha Adams: "I really wish this was a chairs match or something. It would be so much simpler to not have to worry about armbars and shit. Just smack 'em with metal things until they don't get up."
Kenzie Adams: "Me too, sis. But you know what they say, 'Adapt and Overcome'."
The girls share a smile as they walk off camera together and the scene fades.
BACKSTAGE
Liam Vaughn: There is no amount of care in me left to place effort into this junction we’ve found ourselves. I see no need in playing bosom buddies with Bianca nor Jenson. Both Reed and Idol have become complacent and tired over the years. They’ve lost their little sparks that keep their light a glow–drawing the masses to the crowd. I know this. The fans know this. Everyone knows this–but–the delusional cannot stomach it.
Liam chuckles and walks into frame from the shadows of an disclosed location.
Liam Vaughn: Everywhere I go, I lay waste to those put before me. And, every time I succeed in my mission I reaffirm the very essence of what I do. I am a creator–the ring is my canvas not just to wrestle on–but to paint fluidly through each move a dynamic, adrenaline filled experience unique in its own way each time. As an artist, I am meant to create–not just sit about week after week playing the waiting game. I have given my blood to three companies now–but my weekly meal ticket has been HRW from the beginning. It is within this name–I have crafted the man who is currently 7-2-0 across his entire being. That may not add up to much, but when you do the math, and you look upon each and every fight–therein is the magic.
Liam ‘s hands fold neatly in front of him and his impeccable posture. He is well dressed and has an heir of smugness to him.
Liam Vaughn: It gets very boring watching and waiting for something fantastical to happen, but I’m always met with the same–lackluster approach. Have another hurdle to climb, Liam. You’re so fresh–you must earn your stripes with time–not performance. As if that makes any fucking sense. I am tired of people who have been doing this longer than me, poorly, telling me how long I need to wait for my fateful moment. You starve the muse, and it will thirst for blood elsewhere when you devalue your biggest draw. My hunger for victory builds like a raging tempest, and soon, it will be too late. The storm will come.
Liam smirks and shrugs, his head hangs rather dejectedly.
Liam Vaughn: Bianca, Jenson–I’d rather rip you both apart and beat you with one another’s limbs than partner with you–but I also don’t want another fucking blemish on my career thanks to Jenson Idol’s antics. Hear me now, we work in unison to do what’s good for us--but the moment that three count happens–you’re on your own to sink or swim.
Liam Vaughn: There is no amount of care in me left to place effort into this junction we’ve found ourselves. I see no need in playing bosom buddies with Bianca nor Jenson. Both Reed and Idol have become complacent and tired over the years. They’ve lost their little sparks that keep their light a glow–drawing the masses to the crowd. I know this. The fans know this. Everyone knows this–but–the delusional cannot stomach it.
Liam chuckles and walks into frame from the shadows of an disclosed location.
Liam Vaughn: Everywhere I go, I lay waste to those put before me. And, every time I succeed in my mission I reaffirm the very essence of what I do. I am a creator–the ring is my canvas not just to wrestle on–but to paint fluidly through each move a dynamic, adrenaline filled experience unique in its own way each time. As an artist, I am meant to create–not just sit about week after week playing the waiting game. I have given my blood to three companies now–but my weekly meal ticket has been HRW from the beginning. It is within this name–I have crafted the man who is currently 7-2-0 across his entire being. That may not add up to much, but when you do the math, and you look upon each and every fight–therein is the magic.
Liam ‘s hands fold neatly in front of him and his impeccable posture. He is well dressed and has an heir of smugness to him.
Liam Vaughn: It gets very boring watching and waiting for something fantastical to happen, but I’m always met with the same–lackluster approach. Have another hurdle to climb, Liam. You’re so fresh–you must earn your stripes with time–not performance. As if that makes any fucking sense. I am tired of people who have been doing this longer than me, poorly, telling me how long I need to wait for my fateful moment. You starve the muse, and it will thirst for blood elsewhere when you devalue your biggest draw. My hunger for victory builds like a raging tempest, and soon, it will be too late. The storm will come.
Liam smirks and shrugs, his head hangs rather dejectedly.
Liam Vaughn: Bianca, Jenson–I’d rather rip you both apart and beat you with one another’s limbs than partner with you–but I also don’t want another fucking blemish on my career thanks to Jenson Idol’s antics. Hear me now, we work in unison to do what’s good for us--but the moment that three count happens–you’re on your own to sink or swim.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Alex Reeves vs WALKER
Alex Reeves vs WALKER
| RECAP Walker spent the majority of the match antagonizing Alex, trying to get under her skin. She kept a more stoic response to it but you could tell it did start to bother her as Walker used rope breaks and complained to the official multiple times. He was able to connect with a Pele kick that staggered Alex and dropped her with a Slingblade. He went up for I’m A Peacock Captain, You Gotta Let Me Fly (Frog Splash) but hit nothing but canvas as Alex moved out of the way. Walker found himself in the corner trying to recover but was blistered with a big corner dropkick from Reeves. She backed off as Walker staggered to his feet and she laid him out with her Point Zero (Claymore) for the win. WINNER Alex Reeves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:12 FINISHING MOVE Point Zero (Claymore) |
BACKSTAGE
We see a money counting machine whirring, as bills would be lined up and put into stacks is shown, before panning over to Viola Mancini, as she began to speak to the camera.
Viola Mancini: "First you get the money. Then, when you get the money, you get power. Then, when you get power, you get respect. It makes the world go around and can ease your problems..."
Viola says, taking a stack, as she runs her thumb over the bills like a deck of cards.
Viola Mancini: "As far as Danielle Page is concerned, she stopped at step one. She got rich, but, she wasn't willing to do trying. I had been born into a life of violence and conflict to fight tooth and nail for what I've earned. The fuck did she ever do? She steps into the ring with me, Danielle is going to write a cheque that her ass just can't cash. And you can take that to the bank."
Viola said sternly, before putting the stack down, and going about her day, as the scene fades out.
We see a money counting machine whirring, as bills would be lined up and put into stacks is shown, before panning over to Viola Mancini, as she began to speak to the camera.
Viola Mancini: "First you get the money. Then, when you get the money, you get power. Then, when you get power, you get respect. It makes the world go around and can ease your problems..."
Viola says, taking a stack, as she runs her thumb over the bills like a deck of cards.
Viola Mancini: "As far as Danielle Page is concerned, she stopped at step one. She got rich, but, she wasn't willing to do trying. I had been born into a life of violence and conflict to fight tooth and nail for what I've earned. The fuck did she ever do? She steps into the ring with me, Danielle is going to write a cheque that her ass just can't cash. And you can take that to the bank."
Viola said sternly, before putting the stack down, and going about her day, as the scene fades out.
BACKSTAGE
Previously Recorded
In the Penthouse Suite of the MGM Grand Resort. “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is sitting on the couch, holding a Martini glass, as she looks out at the bright lights of the Las Vegas skyline.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:People come and go from this city every day. They arrive here with the hopes of riches only to leave with just the shirts they have on their back. It is just the natural part of life when one is a loser. Which is why none of you ignorant sycophants can stand me. Because I was born into wealth and my entire life has gotten everything I could ever want.
Danielle looks over at the bar where her bodyguard, Tera Taylor, is sitting.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It is a pretty nice life isn’t it, Tera?
Tera cracks a smile and nods her head in agreement.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Tomorrow night I get to step into the ring with someone who fancies herself as a wisegal. She has the audacity to refer to herself as a fairytale character or of someone you see at a baptism. Which frightens me as much as couture dress scares me. But I can appreciate how you want to play the big bad boss lady but in the real world the boss works for me.
Previously Recorded
In the Penthouse Suite of the MGM Grand Resort. “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is sitting on the couch, holding a Martini glass, as she looks out at the bright lights of the Las Vegas skyline.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:People come and go from this city every day. They arrive here with the hopes of riches only to leave with just the shirts they have on their back. It is just the natural part of life when one is a loser. Which is why none of you ignorant sycophants can stand me. Because I was born into wealth and my entire life has gotten everything I could ever want.
Danielle looks over at the bar where her bodyguard, Tera Taylor, is sitting.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It is a pretty nice life isn’t it, Tera?
Tera cracks a smile and nods her head in agreement.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Tomorrow night I get to step into the ring with someone who fancies herself as a wisegal. She has the audacity to refer to herself as a fairytale character or of someone you see at a baptism. Which frightens me as much as couture dress scares me. But I can appreciate how you want to play the big bad boss lady but in the real world the boss works for me.
MATCH FOUR: TAG TEAM
The Adams Twins (Kenzie Adams & Alysha Adams) vs Kali Kingpins (Eric Calloway & Dexter Calloway)
The Adams Twins (Kenzie Adams & Alysha Adams) vs Kali Kingpins (Eric Calloway & Dexter Calloway)
| RECAP Alysha and Eric start out the match with the Kingpins getting the early edge. They try to pick apart Alysha but she is able to make the tag to Kenzie. The two teams are rather even in the match as they exchange flurries of offense. At one point the Kingpins went for their Drive By (Eric holds an opponent in a shoulder mount hold while Dexter hits a flying DDT to the opponent out of that position) but Kenzie pulls Alysha free who kicks out Eric’s knees while Kenzie is able to toss Dexter from the ring. The Adams Twins make the most of the two on one by hitting Kill La Kill (Backstabber by Alysha who keeps her knees against the opponent's back as Kenzie hits a Phoenix Splash) and scoring the win. WINNER The Adams Twins (Kenzie Adams & Alysha Adams) METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:48 FINISHING MOVE La Kill (Backstabber by Alysha who keeps her knees against the opponent's back as Kenzie hits a Phoenix Splash) |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage we see an unfamiliar man holding the HRW Roulette championship. He’s clean-shaven, he’s got no beer cans around him, and he’s even in a suit. Despite all of these changes, this truly is the man usually known as the “Yee Yee Machine”, Jack Danielson. He stands straight up as he looks at the camera, and doesn’t even smile before addressing the fans.
Mathew Jackson Danielson:
My name is Mathew Jackson Danielson, and I am your High Roller Roulette Champion.
His voice is pretty flat and cold, completely different from who he usually is.
Mathew Jackson Danielson:
I’m sure you were expecting someone more loud, abrasive, and possibly drunk, but that’s not how this works anymore. My entire reign has been doubted and disrespected, because people like my tag team partner see my last name, see the antics I once did, and instantly disqualify me as a wrestler worthy of their respect. So clearly there was only one thing to do…
He pauses for a moment as he goes to fix his lapel on his suit… AND HE TEARS THE WHOLE SUIT OFF!!! Underneath he has a Dale Earnhardt Sr. shirt on and blue jeans. He waves to someone off camera and they throw him two beers as he bashes them over his head and chugs them.
Jack Danielson:
NOT A FUCKING THING!!!
He waves for another beer as he starts to speak.
Jack Danielson:
I don’t need to get some alternate universe version of me to understand someone else. Ol’ Myra has misjudged me from day one, and that’s always been her downfall, but that’s neither here nor there because tonight I gotta pull out my 6x Tag Champion hat…
He pulls out a literal hat that has the words “6x Tag Champion”, styled like one of those Army Veteran hats grandpas wear with the different tag belts replacing the ribbons, and puts it on his head.
Jack Danielson:
AND GET THIS FUCKING DUB!!!
Another been gone and another beer waved for.
Jack Danielson:
Ol’ Myra can try to warm up to me all she wants, the fact of the matter is that she has done nothing but try to downgrade how fucking badass I am. That won't earn her any fucking respect from me. I’m going to beat the fuck out of… ugh… fuck what was their names…
He drinks beer and then another beer trying to remember before the stagehand tossing him beer whispers it to him
Jack Danielson:
FUCK THAT’S RIGHT MY BAD!!! Imma beat the fuck out of IZZI GRIMES AND CHLOE NIGHT and Ol’ Myra is jut gonna try to steal the fucking credit from me again like she did last time, but I’m not putting up with that shit this time around. TAG TEAMING IS MY FUCKING LIFE… THIS ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP IS MY FUCKING LIFE… THIS INDUSTRY IS MY FUCKING LIFE!!!
He downs another beer and calls for another.
Jack Danielson:
So Imma keep doing what I always do. Imma be my own authentic badass self, Im not going to try to pander to someone’s ego for a night, and maybe for a night I will get the my GODDAMN RESPECT!!!
He downs his beer and waves for two more, downing them as well.
Jack Danielson:
OR IMMA GET DRUNK TRYING!!!
Backstage we see an unfamiliar man holding the HRW Roulette championship. He’s clean-shaven, he’s got no beer cans around him, and he’s even in a suit. Despite all of these changes, this truly is the man usually known as the “Yee Yee Machine”, Jack Danielson. He stands straight up as he looks at the camera, and doesn’t even smile before addressing the fans.
Mathew Jackson Danielson:
My name is Mathew Jackson Danielson, and I am your High Roller Roulette Champion.
His voice is pretty flat and cold, completely different from who he usually is.
Mathew Jackson Danielson:
I’m sure you were expecting someone more loud, abrasive, and possibly drunk, but that’s not how this works anymore. My entire reign has been doubted and disrespected, because people like my tag team partner see my last name, see the antics I once did, and instantly disqualify me as a wrestler worthy of their respect. So clearly there was only one thing to do…
He pauses for a moment as he goes to fix his lapel on his suit… AND HE TEARS THE WHOLE SUIT OFF!!! Underneath he has a Dale Earnhardt Sr. shirt on and blue jeans. He waves to someone off camera and they throw him two beers as he bashes them over his head and chugs them.
Jack Danielson:
NOT A FUCKING THING!!!
He waves for another beer as he starts to speak.
Jack Danielson:
I don’t need to get some alternate universe version of me to understand someone else. Ol’ Myra has misjudged me from day one, and that’s always been her downfall, but that’s neither here nor there because tonight I gotta pull out my 6x Tag Champion hat…
He pulls out a literal hat that has the words “6x Tag Champion”, styled like one of those Army Veteran hats grandpas wear with the different tag belts replacing the ribbons, and puts it on his head.
Jack Danielson:
AND GET THIS FUCKING DUB!!!
Another been gone and another beer waved for.
Jack Danielson:
Ol’ Myra can try to warm up to me all she wants, the fact of the matter is that she has done nothing but try to downgrade how fucking badass I am. That won't earn her any fucking respect from me. I’m going to beat the fuck out of… ugh… fuck what was their names…
He drinks beer and then another beer trying to remember before the stagehand tossing him beer whispers it to him
Jack Danielson:
FUCK THAT’S RIGHT MY BAD!!! Imma beat the fuck out of IZZI GRIMES AND CHLOE NIGHT and Ol’ Myra is jut gonna try to steal the fucking credit from me again like she did last time, but I’m not putting up with that shit this time around. TAG TEAMING IS MY FUCKING LIFE… THIS ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP IS MY FUCKING LIFE… THIS INDUSTRY IS MY FUCKING LIFE!!!
He downs another beer and calls for another.
Jack Danielson:
So Imma keep doing what I always do. Imma be my own authentic badass self, Im not going to try to pander to someone’s ego for a night, and maybe for a night I will get the my GODDAMN RESPECT!!!
He downs his beer and waves for two more, downing them as well.
Jack Danielson:
OR IMMA GET DRUNK TRYING!!!
BACKSTAGE
Six dice rolled across the table, tumbling and turning before resting upon the green mat. As they finally stopped moving, the numbers were revealed. Two sixes, two threes and a pair of single digits. Snake eyes. As a voice spoke over the sight, high pitched, aggressive and whining, the pale white dice remained at a standstill.
Athena Adler: It was our moment. OUR moment. All we had prepared for! All we deserved! Against the team that could not beat us, and would not beat us. And then… then it was ruined. Ruined in an instant by two jealous fools who wanted all the attention to themselves.
The snake eyes seemingly began to bleed, rich crimson oozing out of them which was followed by a thick black smoke. It seemed to rise from the single dots, the same place where the blood erupted from, creating the smallest of Las Vegas themed volcanos. One of the dice seemed to even melt, dripping into nothingness and it then began to evaporate.
Athena Adler: You’re welcome? You’re welcome is what you have to say? What for? Ruining what would bring High Roller to the great heights it should reach? Vegas is all about gambles, but you bet it all on the wrong number, and the house always wins. And this is our house.
The two threes then began to crack, little by little as they began to splinter apart. It was almost as if tiny, invisible pincers were stabbing and clawing at them, and the softest sounds of snips could be heard in the background.
Minerva Janus: It was meant to be ours, and never was yours. You stole what was earned, you broke all the laws. And the match that was sought for now put into doubt, the madness and sadness has fizzled, it’s out.
The threes didn’t fully break, and the second one die didn’t fully melt like it’s pair, but the two sixes began to change colour, moving from the creamiest white to a silver metallic shade. Then then began more discoloured, before shining a radiant gold, the brightest of lights radiating from it.
Minerva Janus: As madness did crumble, a place you have taken. Rewarded for ruining an end to the fable. But try as you lie and you’ll die for your bet. Your blood and your tears, your claims and your sweat. You’re now in the place that you sought, it is set. But Nightfall may change the path that might be, the truth is it’s still set, for all that can see. The gold is still shining, our quest is not through. The Mighty will crumble, and Janus is true.
The lights grew brighter and brighter, until the whole room was filled with an eerie, unnatural warmth. And just when it shone the very brightest, all turned to darkness. A moment passed, a beat was skipped, and then there was a single flame flickering inside of a lantern. Holding it was Sophia Janus, standing side by side with her sisters, Athena Adler and Minerva, the three siblings staring deep into the camera.
Sophia Janus: The Light has already made it’s move. And all we touch will turn to gold in their name. Make Your Own Luck is coming… Behold the light of Janus. Behold the true champions.
Six dice rolled across the table, tumbling and turning before resting upon the green mat. As they finally stopped moving, the numbers were revealed. Two sixes, two threes and a pair of single digits. Snake eyes. As a voice spoke over the sight, high pitched, aggressive and whining, the pale white dice remained at a standstill.
Athena Adler: It was our moment. OUR moment. All we had prepared for! All we deserved! Against the team that could not beat us, and would not beat us. And then… then it was ruined. Ruined in an instant by two jealous fools who wanted all the attention to themselves.
The snake eyes seemingly began to bleed, rich crimson oozing out of them which was followed by a thick black smoke. It seemed to rise from the single dots, the same place where the blood erupted from, creating the smallest of Las Vegas themed volcanos. One of the dice seemed to even melt, dripping into nothingness and it then began to evaporate.
Athena Adler: You’re welcome? You’re welcome is what you have to say? What for? Ruining what would bring High Roller to the great heights it should reach? Vegas is all about gambles, but you bet it all on the wrong number, and the house always wins. And this is our house.
The two threes then began to crack, little by little as they began to splinter apart. It was almost as if tiny, invisible pincers were stabbing and clawing at them, and the softest sounds of snips could be heard in the background.
Minerva Janus: It was meant to be ours, and never was yours. You stole what was earned, you broke all the laws. And the match that was sought for now put into doubt, the madness and sadness has fizzled, it’s out.
The threes didn’t fully break, and the second one die didn’t fully melt like it’s pair, but the two sixes began to change colour, moving from the creamiest white to a silver metallic shade. Then then began more discoloured, before shining a radiant gold, the brightest of lights radiating from it.
Minerva Janus: As madness did crumble, a place you have taken. Rewarded for ruining an end to the fable. But try as you lie and you’ll die for your bet. Your blood and your tears, your claims and your sweat. You’re now in the place that you sought, it is set. But Nightfall may change the path that might be, the truth is it’s still set, for all that can see. The gold is still shining, our quest is not through. The Mighty will crumble, and Janus is true.
The lights grew brighter and brighter, until the whole room was filled with an eerie, unnatural warmth. And just when it shone the very brightest, all turned to darkness. A moment passed, a beat was skipped, and then there was a single flame flickering inside of a lantern. Holding it was Sophia Janus, standing side by side with her sisters, Athena Adler and Minerva, the three siblings staring deep into the camera.
Sophia Janus: The Light has already made it’s move. And all we touch will turn to gold in their name. Make Your Own Luck is coming… Behold the light of Janus. Behold the true champions.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Viola Mancini vs Danielle Page
Viola Mancini vs Danielle Page
| RECAP Danielle started the match out strong getting some nearfalls from a superkick into a spike DDT as well as hitting her Crown Jewel (Brainbuster) but Viola refused to be put away. Viola fought back and used a Corner Clothesline & Bulldog Combo to level the playing field. She then hit a big Windmill Kick followed up with a Backstabber but only got a nearfall herself. When she was going for her Concrete Stiletto (Running Curbstomp), Danielle was able to dodge it and hit her Diamonds are Forever (Reverse Neckbreaker) for the win. WINNER Danielle Page METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:04 FINISHING MOVE Diamonds are Forever (Reverse Neckbreaker) |
BACKSTAGE
Some pre-recorded footage is shown of Myra Rivers backstage. She is looking at what is on the card for tonight’s event.
Myra Rivers: I wonder what match I have tonight…
Myra is seeing that she is teaming with Jack Danielson again.
Myra Rivers: Oh GOD… not that fucking guy again…
Myra rolls her eyes, obviously not happy with the fact that she’s teaming up with him. However, she doesn’t stay in her state of annoyance for very long. She has a bit of a shifty eyes moment and starts to come to a realization.
Myra Rivers: …maybe I should just breathe, lighten up a bit and see things from a different perspective. I’ve been treating this guy like he’s the second coming of Satan just because he goes about things different than I do. I mean, there was a point in my life where… well… I was no different. He’s just… trying to be… well… I don’t know how to describe it. But maybe I should see it from HIS point of view. Although the “OLD MYRA” nickname is super FUCKING annoying.
Myra’s eyes light up as if she has an idea.
Myra Rivers: What the hell would his perspective be like? How would he see this tag match? You know, maybe “OLD MYRA” isn’t the person to ask…
[STATIC]
Same scene. Same place. Only… Myra is dressed COMPLETELY different. Her hair is curled, She’s wearing a white, pinstriped outfit with plenty of jewelry around her neck, a fancy ring on her finger and a bottle of wine in her hand. “Fergalicious” by Fergie is in the background and Myra wastes no time taking a sip of the wine in her hand.
“YOUNG MYRA'': MYRALICIOUS… I’m HOT HOT… MYRALICIOUS… he wants a taste of what I got… welcome to 2006… BITCHES!!!!! YOUNG MYRA IN DA HOUSE! And you are talking to the YOUNGEST, the HOTTEST, the GREATEST Independent wrestling prospect that has yet to hit the mainstream BABY! I don’t give a FUCK what anyone thinks of me. There is nobody on the Indy circuit better than ME! HELL NO! It’s SO good being 22, ya know? I’m just PARTYING up in here because a young Miami girl likes to have FUN, right? Wait… like… what was the question?
OH YEAH! Jack Danielson… like… WOW… that boy is SOOOOO HOT! He’s FIRE! That’s a boy that REALLY likes to have fun, ya know? I mean, TOTALLY! If it were me, I wouldn’t even be THINKING about the rematch we have coming up. It’s not like it isn’t important or anything but like… whether you like it or not “OLD MYRA”... he IS your partner and you don’t have to take everything like SUPER SERIOUS, you know? Quit killing his vibe, girlfriend! Loosen up and have FUN for once! This isn’t one of those ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ type of things, you know? Focus on that when the title match gets here. And then, when you both win… just have a beer with him or something. What’s the damn harm in that? But what do I know, right?
“Young Myra” pauses to take another sip of her wine.
“YOUNG MYRA”: For all I know, I might be DRUNK hahahahaha!
Cue a pause for a sudden burp and the sudden change in song to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado.
“YOUNG MYRA”: Excuse me… anyway… chillax OLD MYRA… GOSH… am I really going to grow up to be such a BUZZKILL? UGH! That’s a reality I SO want to avoid! Where in my life do I end up with a stick up my ass? GOD! Anyway, HAVE FUN with this and give the Mighty Nightfall the BUSINESS, alright? Oh and speaking of FUN…
PROMISCUOUS BOY, I’M CALLING YOUR NAME, BUT YOU’RE MAKING ME CRAZY THE WAY YOU’RE MAKING ME WAIT…
Not you Jack… I know you’d want to hit this!!!! BYE!!!!!
[STATIC]
The pre-recorded footage cuts back to Myra being herself again in the present day. She’s wide-eyed and a bit stunned by what she just “witnessed”
Myra Rivers: …GOD I was so IRRESPONSIBLE back then! Holy crap! But you know… maybe “YOUNG MYRA” has a point. Perhaps I have been a bit unfair to Jack Danielson. Aside from what’s happened in the ring, on social media and the exchange of words, has he actually DONE anything? Look, he can take this how he wants to take it, but here’s where I have to be the “grown up” and admit responsibility here. I HAVE been a bit hard on him. I HAVE been treating him like the devil.. And I never should have. Maybe he won against me before not because of the stipulation, but because I was putting so much pressure on myself. So, I’ll tell you what Jack…
I’ll give you a chance, okay?
I’ll do the best that I can do to NOT treat this tag match as a burden and NOT to make this about “who is better than who”. I’ll work with you. I’ll see what you’re capable of when I give you a chance. I don’t think you’re the type to stab me in the back. I WILL warn you about the consequences if you do, but don’t worry. I’m not going to “KILL YOUR VIBE BRO”. And as for our opponents? There won’t be any dissension for you to take advantage of. Sorry to burst your bubble there…
Myra stands up and begins to walk away. However, she takes one pause as she reflects on something.
Myra Rivers: “Myralicious”... what the FUCK was I thinking?
Myra rolls her eyes in a playful manner as she exits the scene, leading to the pre-recorded footage fading out.
Some pre-recorded footage is shown of Myra Rivers backstage. She is looking at what is on the card for tonight’s event.
Myra Rivers: I wonder what match I have tonight…
Myra is seeing that she is teaming with Jack Danielson again.
Myra Rivers: Oh GOD… not that fucking guy again…
Myra rolls her eyes, obviously not happy with the fact that she’s teaming up with him. However, she doesn’t stay in her state of annoyance for very long. She has a bit of a shifty eyes moment and starts to come to a realization.
Myra Rivers: …maybe I should just breathe, lighten up a bit and see things from a different perspective. I’ve been treating this guy like he’s the second coming of Satan just because he goes about things different than I do. I mean, there was a point in my life where… well… I was no different. He’s just… trying to be… well… I don’t know how to describe it. But maybe I should see it from HIS point of view. Although the “OLD MYRA” nickname is super FUCKING annoying.
Myra’s eyes light up as if she has an idea.
Myra Rivers: What the hell would his perspective be like? How would he see this tag match? You know, maybe “OLD MYRA” isn’t the person to ask…
[STATIC]
Same scene. Same place. Only… Myra is dressed COMPLETELY different. Her hair is curled, She’s wearing a white, pinstriped outfit with plenty of jewelry around her neck, a fancy ring on her finger and a bottle of wine in her hand. “Fergalicious” by Fergie is in the background and Myra wastes no time taking a sip of the wine in her hand.
“YOUNG MYRA'': MYRALICIOUS… I’m HOT HOT… MYRALICIOUS… he wants a taste of what I got… welcome to 2006… BITCHES!!!!! YOUNG MYRA IN DA HOUSE! And you are talking to the YOUNGEST, the HOTTEST, the GREATEST Independent wrestling prospect that has yet to hit the mainstream BABY! I don’t give a FUCK what anyone thinks of me. There is nobody on the Indy circuit better than ME! HELL NO! It’s SO good being 22, ya know? I’m just PARTYING up in here because a young Miami girl likes to have FUN, right? Wait… like… what was the question?
OH YEAH! Jack Danielson… like… WOW… that boy is SOOOOO HOT! He’s FIRE! That’s a boy that REALLY likes to have fun, ya know? I mean, TOTALLY! If it were me, I wouldn’t even be THINKING about the rematch we have coming up. It’s not like it isn’t important or anything but like… whether you like it or not “OLD MYRA”... he IS your partner and you don’t have to take everything like SUPER SERIOUS, you know? Quit killing his vibe, girlfriend! Loosen up and have FUN for once! This isn’t one of those ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ type of things, you know? Focus on that when the title match gets here. And then, when you both win… just have a beer with him or something. What’s the damn harm in that? But what do I know, right?
“Young Myra” pauses to take another sip of her wine.
“YOUNG MYRA”: For all I know, I might be DRUNK hahahahaha!
Cue a pause for a sudden burp and the sudden change in song to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado.
“YOUNG MYRA”: Excuse me… anyway… chillax OLD MYRA… GOSH… am I really going to grow up to be such a BUZZKILL? UGH! That’s a reality I SO want to avoid! Where in my life do I end up with a stick up my ass? GOD! Anyway, HAVE FUN with this and give the Mighty Nightfall the BUSINESS, alright? Oh and speaking of FUN…
PROMISCUOUS BOY, I’M CALLING YOUR NAME, BUT YOU’RE MAKING ME CRAZY THE WAY YOU’RE MAKING ME WAIT…
Not you Jack… I know you’d want to hit this!!!! BYE!!!!!
[STATIC]
The pre-recorded footage cuts back to Myra being herself again in the present day. She’s wide-eyed and a bit stunned by what she just “witnessed”
Myra Rivers: …GOD I was so IRRESPONSIBLE back then! Holy crap! But you know… maybe “YOUNG MYRA” has a point. Perhaps I have been a bit unfair to Jack Danielson. Aside from what’s happened in the ring, on social media and the exchange of words, has he actually DONE anything? Look, he can take this how he wants to take it, but here’s where I have to be the “grown up” and admit responsibility here. I HAVE been a bit hard on him. I HAVE been treating him like the devil.. And I never should have. Maybe he won against me before not because of the stipulation, but because I was putting so much pressure on myself. So, I’ll tell you what Jack…
I’ll give you a chance, okay?
I’ll do the best that I can do to NOT treat this tag match as a burden and NOT to make this about “who is better than who”. I’ll work with you. I’ll see what you’re capable of when I give you a chance. I don’t think you’re the type to stab me in the back. I WILL warn you about the consequences if you do, but don’t worry. I’m not going to “KILL YOUR VIBE BRO”. And as for our opponents? There won’t be any dissension for you to take advantage of. Sorry to burst your bubble there…
Myra stands up and begins to walk away. However, she takes one pause as she reflects on something.
Myra Rivers: “Myralicious”... what the FUCK was I thinking?
Myra rolls her eyes in a playful manner as she exits the scene, leading to the pre-recorded footage fading out.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as Marshal Smith is tapping up his wrist. Music blares from his headphones, something hip hop, as it looks like Smith is in the zone. Walking into the scene is David Rosenberg who’s looking down on his phone. Placing it on a nearby table, David slaps the back of Marshal and motions to him to take the headphones off. While Smith is doing that, David kneels in front of Smith and gives him a quick pep talk.
David Rosenberg: Alright, kid. Silas Romero tonight for that Jackpot Match spot. An opportunity like this doesn’t happen often so we need to rise to this opportunity and take it. But it won’t be easy. Silas is one hell of an athlete who, if we’re not careful, can easily win this match by submission, pinfall, or knockout. But that week-long training should do the trick. Use those muscles of yours and get the job done.
David pauses as Smith extends his chin out.
David Rosenberg: You…..you want me to smack your face again?
Marshal grins and nods his head. David, nervous about possibly hurting his client, brings his hand back and doesn’t hold back as he slaps Marshal across the face. This wakes Marshal up as he quickly bounces up and hoots out a howl.
Marshal Smith: That’s it baby! Game time! Woooo!
Marshal makes his way past the camera man as David holds his hand, still feeling the effects of slapping his client.
The scene cuts backstage as Marshal Smith is tapping up his wrist. Music blares from his headphones, something hip hop, as it looks like Smith is in the zone. Walking into the scene is David Rosenberg who’s looking down on his phone. Placing it on a nearby table, David slaps the back of Marshal and motions to him to take the headphones off. While Smith is doing that, David kneels in front of Smith and gives him a quick pep talk.
David Rosenberg: Alright, kid. Silas Romero tonight for that Jackpot Match spot. An opportunity like this doesn’t happen often so we need to rise to this opportunity and take it. But it won’t be easy. Silas is one hell of an athlete who, if we’re not careful, can easily win this match by submission, pinfall, or knockout. But that week-long training should do the trick. Use those muscles of yours and get the job done.
David pauses as Smith extends his chin out.
David Rosenberg: You…..you want me to smack your face again?
Marshal grins and nods his head. David, nervous about possibly hurting his client, brings his hand back and doesn’t hold back as he slaps Marshal across the face. This wakes Marshal up as he quickly bounces up and hoots out a howl.
Marshal Smith: That’s it baby! Game time! Woooo!
Marshal makes his way past the camera man as David holds his hand, still feeling the effects of slapping his client.
MATCH SIX: TAG TEAM
Jack Danielson & Myra Rivers vs The Mighty Nightfall (Chloe Night & Izzi Grimes)
Jack Danielson & Myra Rivers vs The Mighty Nightfall (Chloe Night & Izzi Grimes)
| RECAP For the first part of the match, Myra goes out of her way to match Jack move for move in, trying to show how ready she is for the title rematch. But Jack wasn’t having it this time as he waves off Myra and leaves the ringside area saying he would rather be drinking beer than this. Myra yells back at him and when she turns around she gets leveled by the Goodnight Kiss (Superkick from Chloé into a claymore from Izzi)! Izzi makes the cover and gets the win for The Mighty Nightfall. WINNER The Mighty Nightfall (Chloe Night & Izzi Grimes) METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:01 FINISHING MOVE Goodnight Kiss (Superkick from Chloé into a claymore from Izzi) |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage, where we find your hero and mine.. the Nameless King, Silas Romero. He was finishing up taping up left wrist. Silas smirked to himself, even letting out a slight chuckle.
SILAS ROMERO: “ You know… there was a time in my career when I would reval in chance to stand in front of cameras and talk my shit. But at this point in my career? “
Silas picked his costume black and gold track jacket off the bench and slide it on, seemingly in one motion.
SILAS ROMERO: “ … I don’t need it. I don’t need to stand here and tell you about how good I am. Mainly? Because you already know I am pound for pound one of the best strikers and technicians this sport has ever produced. Now, ai I talk my shit when need be? Absolutely. “
Silas grabbed a large white towel that was blazon with the Nameless logo all over it and threw it around his shoulders.
SILAS ROMERO: “ As far as tonight goes? Some may say it’ll be harder for me to pull off my normal moveset against a large opponent. Well; regardless of the size… Everyone eventually bends the knee! And if they don’t? Well, it’s off with their heads! “
Silas simply moves past the camera crew and let’s the scene fade to black.
We cut to backstage, where we find your hero and mine.. the Nameless King, Silas Romero. He was finishing up taping up left wrist. Silas smirked to himself, even letting out a slight chuckle.
SILAS ROMERO: “ You know… there was a time in my career when I would reval in chance to stand in front of cameras and talk my shit. But at this point in my career? “
Silas picked his costume black and gold track jacket off the bench and slide it on, seemingly in one motion.
SILAS ROMERO: “ … I don’t need it. I don’t need to stand here and tell you about how good I am. Mainly? Because you already know I am pound for pound one of the best strikers and technicians this sport has ever produced. Now, ai I talk my shit when need be? Absolutely. “
Silas grabbed a large white towel that was blazon with the Nameless logo all over it and threw it around his shoulders.
SILAS ROMERO: “ As far as tonight goes? Some may say it’ll be harder for me to pull off my normal moveset against a large opponent. Well; regardless of the size… Everyone eventually bends the knee! And if they don’t? Well, it’s off with their heads! “
Silas simply moves past the camera crew and let’s the scene fade to black.
BACKSTAGE
Destiny Davis: Are you surprised to see me?
The former number one contender leans close to the camera and sticks her tongue out playfully. The way the camera was jerking it was clear this wasn't a normal High Roller camera man. We're soon able to confirm as a masked man turns the camera on himself, wearing a shirt that says 'I'm Not', a clear thought out answer to Destiny's opening question. He laughs and points the camera back at the 'newest' member of the High Roller roster.
Destiny Davis: The decks were stacked against me. Noah Jackson clearly wanted no parts of Destiny Davis back in High Roller, putting me against the best tag team in the company in a two on one situation, but guess what? I rose to that challenge and here I am. Not only am I back on the roster full time, but I'm back in the headline match AND those Miss Jackpot shirts are being made as we speak. Life is good for your girl. But tonight, I feel like...maybe I'm taking on a CHARITY case.
The leader of the Bad Girl Club giggles at her own witty pun, if you want to call it that.
Destiny Davis: Charity, girl, I get the hustle. You're here to prove something. You qualified for the Jackpot too, I should give you a round of applause but frankly I'm not sure you deserve it. Who did you beat again? I'll wait.
Waiting for an answer that wasn't going to come, Destiny milks the time and in the process upsets the fans who are waiting to see more wrestling, not that she cares.
Destiny Davis: You beat Ethan Turner, the punching bag of HRW. Now, I know he got a fluke win over me forever ago, but ever since then what has happened? He's been the doormat for everyone coming into the company, including you. To brag about a win over him wouldn't be impressive, unless you say you're trying to emulate me, since, you know, I beat him first. Anyway, you're 1-1 since signing with High Roller. Fifty percent. Do you think fifty percent is enough to get it done against the girl who should be the High Roller champion right now? Spoiler for you honey, it isn't. Now I know you weren't the one pinned in your loss, but don't worry...I'll give you a taste of that tonight.
Davis now looks directly into the shaky camera
Destiny Davis: Oh and don't think I forgot about you guys. The wonderful fans of High Roller. I remember the applause when I lost to Jenson. I remember the hateful words, I remember the laughs...just know that if you wanted to see me fail? You're going to HATE what I do over the next couple of months. Watch me shine!
With that promise, Destiny turns on her heels and heads down the hallway to prepare for her match.
Destiny Davis: Are you surprised to see me?
The former number one contender leans close to the camera and sticks her tongue out playfully. The way the camera was jerking it was clear this wasn't a normal High Roller camera man. We're soon able to confirm as a masked man turns the camera on himself, wearing a shirt that says 'I'm Not', a clear thought out answer to Destiny's opening question. He laughs and points the camera back at the 'newest' member of the High Roller roster.
Destiny Davis: The decks were stacked against me. Noah Jackson clearly wanted no parts of Destiny Davis back in High Roller, putting me against the best tag team in the company in a two on one situation, but guess what? I rose to that challenge and here I am. Not only am I back on the roster full time, but I'm back in the headline match AND those Miss Jackpot shirts are being made as we speak. Life is good for your girl. But tonight, I feel like...maybe I'm taking on a CHARITY case.
The leader of the Bad Girl Club giggles at her own witty pun, if you want to call it that.
Destiny Davis: Charity, girl, I get the hustle. You're here to prove something. You qualified for the Jackpot too, I should give you a round of applause but frankly I'm not sure you deserve it. Who did you beat again? I'll wait.
Waiting for an answer that wasn't going to come, Destiny milks the time and in the process upsets the fans who are waiting to see more wrestling, not that she cares.
Destiny Davis: You beat Ethan Turner, the punching bag of HRW. Now, I know he got a fluke win over me forever ago, but ever since then what has happened? He's been the doormat for everyone coming into the company, including you. To brag about a win over him wouldn't be impressive, unless you say you're trying to emulate me, since, you know, I beat him first. Anyway, you're 1-1 since signing with High Roller. Fifty percent. Do you think fifty percent is enough to get it done against the girl who should be the High Roller champion right now? Spoiler for you honey, it isn't. Now I know you weren't the one pinned in your loss, but don't worry...I'll give you a taste of that tonight.
Davis now looks directly into the shaky camera
Destiny Davis: Oh and don't think I forgot about you guys. The wonderful fans of High Roller. I remember the applause when I lost to Jenson. I remember the hateful words, I remember the laughs...just know that if you wanted to see me fail? You're going to HATE what I do over the next couple of months. Watch me shine!
With that promise, Destiny turns on her heels and heads down the hallway to prepare for her match.
MATCH SEVEN: Jackpot Match Qualifier:
Marshal Smith vs Silas Romero
Marshal Smith vs Silas Romero
| RECAP The bell sounds and Marshal comes out like a bull in a china shop as he hits a big spear on Romero. Smith keeps the pressure going with a quick T-Bone suplex and follows it up with a release German suplex. Romero staggers a bit, out on his feet. Marshal looks for Marshal Law (Jeff Cobbs Tour of the Islands) but Romero greets him with a big thrust kick to the chest. Smith staggers back for a moment and that allows Silas to connect with a .44 Calibur Love Letter (Running Mafia Kick)! He follows it up with Flashpoint (Will Ospreay's Hidden Blade to the back of the head.) and makes the cover but can only get a two count. Romero shakes his head and slowly pulls Marshal to his feet, hooking him for MakeDamnSure (Frontflip DDT) but Smith hangs on and uses his strength to use an overhead belly to belly on Romero. Marshal then lines up Romero and goes for his Brooklyn Punch (Pop up punch to the jaw) but at the same time Romero connects with his GKFO (Rolling Elbow), laying both men out! They fall on top of each other as the official drops down and checks shoulders before making the three count. The official goes to the ring announcer and they announce that it is a double pin and the match is declared a draw. WINNER Draw METHOD Double Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:56 FINISHING MOVE Brooklyn Punch (Pop up punch to the jaw)/GKFO (Rolling Elbow) |
BACKSTAGE
Charity Michaels was backstage. She was excited because tonight she gets to beat up a fake rich bitch. Who wouldn't want to shut up destiny Davis. The girl is annoying and demanding. So tonight Charity planned to shut her up. Even if it's just for a tiny second. The lovely Erica Jackson would come up to charity and she would clear her throat to get her attention. If you've paid attention, charity wasn't very nice to Erica. She always gave her a hard time. So Erica wasn't happy about this interview.
Charity Michaels -
Well look what the cat dragged in. The only interviewer who dresses like a cheap hooker. Oh my god do you think they will bleep that word out? I hope so.
Charity would laugh. Just as Erica was about to ask her something Andrew Michaels would pop into view of the camera. He would Hand his wife a spray bottle.
Erica Jackson -
Charity I'm here to do my job so you can either answer my questions or I can go and talk to someone that deserves my time.
Charity would smirk at Erica. She knew Erica would always snap back at her but to threaten to take her tv time away. That was a bit harsh.
Charity Michaels -
Someone is catty tonight. You're going to ask me about Destiny Davis. So let me save you a little bit of time. First off Destiny the bad girls club called they want their slang back. I know damn well you're not a bad girl. I mean you've failed how many times to capture the high rollers Championship.
Andrew Michaels -
She's also bragging about beating a tag team all by herself. A washed up tag team.
Charity Michaels -
Seriously destiny bragging about beating a washed up tag team isn't a big accomplishment. They haven't been relevant in like forever. Destiny I like that you have goals. I like that you're confident. But sometimes you have to get knocked down a notch. Sometimes that pedestal that you and others put you on needs to get knocked down.
Erica Jackson -
Charity you have another problem to take care of also. Pattie is really mad at you for your actions.
Charity would hold her hand up to Erica's face to stop her from talking.
Charity Michaels -
Oh my god Erica I am not worried about peppermint pattie. I've shown her numerous times not to play games with me. Because I always play them better. Tonight is about destiny. I seemed to upset her because I don't @ her on social media. But you know what Erica, I try not to let small things bother me. Destiny I hope you have your doctor on speed dial because after I smash your face into the mat you'll need a new nose job. Or you could call these doctors from that botched tv show. I'm sure they would be able to help you. You could even wear a mask like that creepy guy that follows you does.
Now she was just starting to ramble on about things.
Charity Michaels -
Anyways Erica it was good to catch up with you. I have a little pre workout to do before my match if you know what I mean. ( Winks)
Erica just shook her head as she watched them walk away to go to there locker room.
Charity Michaels was backstage. She was excited because tonight she gets to beat up a fake rich bitch. Who wouldn't want to shut up destiny Davis. The girl is annoying and demanding. So tonight Charity planned to shut her up. Even if it's just for a tiny second. The lovely Erica Jackson would come up to charity and she would clear her throat to get her attention. If you've paid attention, charity wasn't very nice to Erica. She always gave her a hard time. So Erica wasn't happy about this interview.
Charity Michaels -
Well look what the cat dragged in. The only interviewer who dresses like a cheap hooker. Oh my god do you think they will bleep that word out? I hope so.
Charity would laugh. Just as Erica was about to ask her something Andrew Michaels would pop into view of the camera. He would Hand his wife a spray bottle.
Erica Jackson -
Charity I'm here to do my job so you can either answer my questions or I can go and talk to someone that deserves my time.
Charity would smirk at Erica. She knew Erica would always snap back at her but to threaten to take her tv time away. That was a bit harsh.
Charity Michaels -
Someone is catty tonight. You're going to ask me about Destiny Davis. So let me save you a little bit of time. First off Destiny the bad girls club called they want their slang back. I know damn well you're not a bad girl. I mean you've failed how many times to capture the high rollers Championship.
Andrew Michaels -
She's also bragging about beating a tag team all by herself. A washed up tag team.
Charity Michaels -
Seriously destiny bragging about beating a washed up tag team isn't a big accomplishment. They haven't been relevant in like forever. Destiny I like that you have goals. I like that you're confident. But sometimes you have to get knocked down a notch. Sometimes that pedestal that you and others put you on needs to get knocked down.
Erica Jackson -
Charity you have another problem to take care of also. Pattie is really mad at you for your actions.
Charity would hold her hand up to Erica's face to stop her from talking.
Charity Michaels -
Oh my god Erica I am not worried about peppermint pattie. I've shown her numerous times not to play games with me. Because I always play them better. Tonight is about destiny. I seemed to upset her because I don't @ her on social media. But you know what Erica, I try not to let small things bother me. Destiny I hope you have your doctor on speed dial because after I smash your face into the mat you'll need a new nose job. Or you could call these doctors from that botched tv show. I'm sure they would be able to help you. You could even wear a mask like that creepy guy that follows you does.
Now she was just starting to ramble on about things.
Charity Michaels -
Anyways Erica it was good to catch up with you. I have a little pre workout to do before my match if you know what I mean. ( Winks)
Erica just shook her head as she watched them walk away to go to there locker room.
BACKSTAGE
We cut to Noah Jackson’s office where he smiled at the camera.
Noah Jackson: So I’ve watched the Marshal Smith and Silas Romero match multiple times now and I think the only logical and reasonable end result is to add both men to the Jackpot Match at Make Your Own Luck. So now it will be an eight way ladder match. Good luck guys.
We cut to Noah Jackson’s office where he smiled at the camera.
Noah Jackson: So I’ve watched the Marshal Smith and Silas Romero match multiple times now and I think the only logical and reasonable end result is to add both men to the Jackpot Match at Make Your Own Luck. So now it will be an eight way ladder match. Good luck guys.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the locker room of Jenson Idol. He is standing in the middle of the room and the feed to the camera is black and white. Jenson has a wig on, making his hair appear dark. His bird, Perry? He’s wearing a wig as well, but the color isn’t obvious with the video feed being black and white. Jenson was rubbing his hands together as he looked distraught and a bit broody.
Jenson Idol: Aye, it’s me, Jenson’s Clever Name. I’ve been going mad as of late. Oi! In fact, I’m being driven to the brink of madness!
He points to the camera.
Jenson Idol: And it’s all of your faults! Or is it mine? Have I become insane with long intervals of sanity? What is this life? What’s the meaning? Are we here to just exist for a small moment and then die?
He took a long, deep breath before letting out a hopeless sigh.
Jenson Idol: Another quote is coming to me. Aye, it’s manifesting deep inside of me and I didn’t just read it off the internet. It goes like this… “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” Crazy, right? It’s how I feel! And it’s what is connecting me with my partner tonight, Liam Vaughn. With our dark, emo brooding powers combined? We are UNSTOPPABLE! Jack, Veronica and Faithe don’t stand a chance. Aye, I’ve already beat Faithe and as for Jack and Veronica? They both lost to Grimes recently. How disappointing!
He laughed before he snapped his fingers and the lights turned off. When they turned back on, the feed was in color. Perry the Parrot had a tiny blue wig on and a tiny gold chain around his neck.
Perry The Parrot: BAWK! BAESUS HAS RISEN! BAWK!
The camera pans over the Jenson, who no longer has a wig on.
Jenson Idol: Oi! You sound just like that twat, Bianca. Honestly, you look better with that ridiculous blue hair than she does.
Perry The Parrot: BAWK! I'M THE BADDEST POISON BAE! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: Aye! Relax, mate! You’re supposed to be on my side, not hers!
Jenson laughed before shaking his head.
Jenson Idol: Seems like we’ve lost track here. Honestly, this main event is your typical one before a big supershow. Put everyone who doesn’t like each other on teams and let all hell break loose. But I thrive on chaos. It’s why I’m the HRW Champion. It’s why I’m going to go out there and win, despite the two morons I’m saddled up with. A wannabe Gerard Way and a wannabe Cardi B, lucky me? Aye, that rhymed.
Jenson let out a light laugh before Perry interrupted him.
Perry The Parrot: BAWK! YOUR JOKES ARE LAME! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: You twat! I’ll get you for that!
Perry started to fly around the room as Jenson gave chase before the scene cut away.
The scene cuts to the locker room of Jenson Idol. He is standing in the middle of the room and the feed to the camera is black and white. Jenson has a wig on, making his hair appear dark. His bird, Perry? He’s wearing a wig as well, but the color isn’t obvious with the video feed being black and white. Jenson was rubbing his hands together as he looked distraught and a bit broody.
Jenson Idol: Aye, it’s me, Jenson’s Clever Name. I’ve been going mad as of late. Oi! In fact, I’m being driven to the brink of madness!
He points to the camera.
Jenson Idol: And it’s all of your faults! Or is it mine? Have I become insane with long intervals of sanity? What is this life? What’s the meaning? Are we here to just exist for a small moment and then die?
He took a long, deep breath before letting out a hopeless sigh.
Jenson Idol: Another quote is coming to me. Aye, it’s manifesting deep inside of me and I didn’t just read it off the internet. It goes like this… “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” Crazy, right? It’s how I feel! And it’s what is connecting me with my partner tonight, Liam Vaughn. With our dark, emo brooding powers combined? We are UNSTOPPABLE! Jack, Veronica and Faithe don’t stand a chance. Aye, I’ve already beat Faithe and as for Jack and Veronica? They both lost to Grimes recently. How disappointing!
He laughed before he snapped his fingers and the lights turned off. When they turned back on, the feed was in color. Perry the Parrot had a tiny blue wig on and a tiny gold chain around his neck.
Perry The Parrot: BAWK! BAESUS HAS RISEN! BAWK!
The camera pans over the Jenson, who no longer has a wig on.
Jenson Idol: Oi! You sound just like that twat, Bianca. Honestly, you look better with that ridiculous blue hair than she does.
Perry The Parrot: BAWK! I'M THE BADDEST POISON BAE! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: Aye! Relax, mate! You’re supposed to be on my side, not hers!
Jenson laughed before shaking his head.
Jenson Idol: Seems like we’ve lost track here. Honestly, this main event is your typical one before a big supershow. Put everyone who doesn’t like each other on teams and let all hell break loose. But I thrive on chaos. It’s why I’m the HRW Champion. It’s why I’m going to go out there and win, despite the two morons I’m saddled up with. A wannabe Gerard Way and a wannabe Cardi B, lucky me? Aye, that rhymed.
Jenson let out a light laugh before Perry interrupted him.
Perry The Parrot: BAWK! YOUR JOKES ARE LAME! BAWK!
Jenson Idol: You twat! I’ll get you for that!
Perry started to fly around the room as Jenson gave chase before the scene cut away.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Destiny Davis vs Charity Michaels
Destiny Davis vs Charity Michaels
| RECAP The match starts with a lot of trash talking and hard shots from both Charity and Destiny. Neither one really gives up much to the other. They go for a lock up but Destiny kicks out one of Charity’s knees and then DDTs her for a near fall. Charity is able to battle back though with a Figure-four headscissors and a Legsweep DDT but can only get a nearfall herself. Charity goes for her Beautiful Disaster (Running Curb Stomp) but Destiny moves in time, Davis goes for her Date With Destiny (jumping reverse hurricanrana) but Charity’s husband Andrew gets on the ring apron and grabs onto Charity, stopping the move and making Destiny fall on her head. Just then, Destiny’s mask helper shows up and yanks Andrew off the ring apron. The two start to battle and brawl outside the ring with the official yelling at both of them. While the official is focused on splitting up Destiny’s mystery guy and Charity’s husband, Pattie Pearce comes from the crowd and gets in the ring. She absolutely drops Charity with her Down Pat (Springboard Inverted DDT)! Pattie is gone from the ring just as fast as when she ran in. Destiny gets over and makes the cover in time for the official to see and get the win. WINNER Destiny Davis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:22 FINISHING MOVE Down Pat (Springboard Inverted DDT) |
BACKSTAGE
It was like something out of a movie
Or at least, that’s how it played in Faithe’s mind. Ever since she was a little girl, she’d always pictured herself with walk out music, which was ironic now that she was a wrestler and actually had walk out music. The door to the salon flew open, inviting a ray of sunlight to shine through the darkness just as a patron played “Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge on the jukebox. She burst through the doorway like a bat out of hell, her curly red mane tossing every which way. She turned back to the open doorway, flicking her cigarette butt through the archway just before the door shut behind her. She stood near the door, taking her signature sunglasses off within the next moment.
FAITHE: What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here??
She nudged the security guard at the front, winking. He rolled his eyes, motioning behind his shoulder and over to the bar. She strutted in the rest of the way, slinking up to the nearest stool. She tapped the wood in front of her twice with her knuckles.
FAITHE: Hey bartender! You seen a country feller, probably wearin’ a spiffy hat, or a sultry beaut that looks like she doesn’t belong here?
The bartender didn’t have time to even answer before a scuffle at the back of the bar drew Faithe’s attention.
From the looks of things, it appeared as though someone had gotten hustled in a game of pool and was none too happy about it. At first, there was just a loud exchange of words, but that soon devolved into glass breaking and fists flying, as Jack Graves beat the ever lovin’ dogshit out of the man who had been protesting his loss.
It didn’t take long for the bouncers to step in and save the guy from a trip to the local hospital, and as they escorted only him toward the door, Jack made his way up to the bar nonchalantly for a refill on his pitcher of beer.
That was around the time he spotted Faithe.
JACK GRAVES: Well howdy. You must be Faithe. It’s the hair. Makes you easy to pick out in a crowd. You want a drink?
Rolling up his sleeves, Jack turned on the charm as he placed his empty pitcher on the counter and proceeded to use some bar napkins to wipe the man’s blood off his knuckles.
It was astonishing how things went back to normal so quickly after the brawl. It was pretty clear that this was a normal thing, and that Graves was a regular patron of this particular dive bar since he wasn’t escorted out with his victim.
Still, seeing a fight break out over a $100 game of billiards might have been slightly alarming for some folks.Meanwhile, it was just a regular weekend for Jack.
JACK GRAVES: Sorry about that, by the way. That guy was a sore loser.
He gave Faithe one of his trademark grins and poured her a frosty mug of beer from his now filled pitcher. The bartender watched them in amusement as he took some money from Jack, and he finally answered Faithe’s question.
BARTENDER: Well, there’s your country feller.. I guess you’re still waiting on the sultry broad. I think I prefer her over this ornery motherfucker. Graves, how many times do I have to tell you that you can’t just go making people bleed all over my bar.
The bartender tossed Jack a towel to wipe off his hands instead of the napkins, and he gathered the 10 small square napkins that littered the bartop to throw them away before shuffling off to sweep up the broken glass.
JACK GRAVES: Well, tell them to stop being sore losers and pay up. It ain’t my fault they can’t shoot pool worth a damn.
Jack slipped into the stool next to Faithe and he took a drink of his own beer, and by drink, we mean that he downed a ¼ of the beer before setting it back down on the bar.
VERONICA SAWYER: Room for one more?
The sultry broad in question approaches the bar, her heels clicking up against the floor, as the corners of her lips turn upwards into a smirk showing off her favourite shade of dark red lipstick. Veronica Sawyer is dressed to impress as always in a form fitting black dress while her eyes take in the sights surrounding her inside of the bar.
VERONICA SAWYER: Jack, always a pleasure…and Faithe, I hope he hasn’t been giving you too much trouble.
FAITHE: Au contraire, ol’ boy has made me feel right at home.
She knocked the cold mug she’d been given against Jack’s sitting on the bar, before downing a quarter as well. She slammed it back in front of her.
FAITHE: Well don’t we look like the shit!
Faithe took in the hoss next to her, followed by the current Showcase Champion. Her eyes darted back and forth, before using one of each of her hands to tap them both on their shoulders. She leaned into the pair of them, as if they were old friends.
FAITHE: The things we have goin’ for us in this match, just keep increasing. We’re good looking, and from what I’ve seen, that other team can’t even handle the idea of having a beer together. I already know our communication and teamwork is gonna trump the hell out of those three!
Jack laughed heartily, offering Ronnie a mug of beer from his depleted pitcher as well. Before she could answer as to whether she wanted it or not, he’d filled up her mug and tipped the pitcher back to drink the rest of the beer in a few gulps. He put the empty pitcher back into the bar, and pulled out a cigarette to light it up.
Jack Graves: I’ve seen ‘em, bickering back and forth on the timeline. They will break down before we ever get the chance to break them ourselves. I feel like I’m in good company though. Even if Ronnie and I are going to run it back for her shiny championship soon… it’s all love and respect over here darlin’.
He’d give her a wink and nod at the bartender to fill the pitcher back up.
Jack Graves: This week though we are partners. Not opponents. I promise I’ll have your backs through whatever they bring to our doorstep. Tonight though? We drink and we get to know each other a little better.
He turns and gestures with his thumb at the mechanical bull in the corner of the saloon.
Jack Graves: and maybe we figure out who can stay on ol’ Sampson the longest. You in?
Veronica Sawyer: Oh, I’m definitely in.
Veronica’s lips turn upwards into a slow confident smirk as she reaches over towards Jack in order to grab for his cigarette, taking a drag from it, before she exhales the smoke while using her beeg mug to make a gesture like she was proposing a toast.
Veronica Sawyer: To brief but dominant alliances, right? We go out there and show them how it’s done, that way the next drinks we share can be victory ones.
FAITHE: To brief but dominate alliances!
FAITHE raised her mug to the air once again, joining Veronica’s toast. Graves, never needing a reason to finish his drink regardless, enthusiastically joined the toast as well. In the next moment, the three downed their drinks with Jack finishing first, of course. Yes, it was the beginning of a great night and a great alliance.
It was like something out of a movie
Or at least, that’s how it played in Faithe’s mind. Ever since she was a little girl, she’d always pictured herself with walk out music, which was ironic now that she was a wrestler and actually had walk out music. The door to the salon flew open, inviting a ray of sunlight to shine through the darkness just as a patron played “Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge on the jukebox. She burst through the doorway like a bat out of hell, her curly red mane tossing every which way. She turned back to the open doorway, flicking her cigarette butt through the archway just before the door shut behind her. She stood near the door, taking her signature sunglasses off within the next moment.
FAITHE: What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here??
She nudged the security guard at the front, winking. He rolled his eyes, motioning behind his shoulder and over to the bar. She strutted in the rest of the way, slinking up to the nearest stool. She tapped the wood in front of her twice with her knuckles.
FAITHE: Hey bartender! You seen a country feller, probably wearin’ a spiffy hat, or a sultry beaut that looks like she doesn’t belong here?
The bartender didn’t have time to even answer before a scuffle at the back of the bar drew Faithe’s attention.
From the looks of things, it appeared as though someone had gotten hustled in a game of pool and was none too happy about it. At first, there was just a loud exchange of words, but that soon devolved into glass breaking and fists flying, as Jack Graves beat the ever lovin’ dogshit out of the man who had been protesting his loss.
It didn’t take long for the bouncers to step in and save the guy from a trip to the local hospital, and as they escorted only him toward the door, Jack made his way up to the bar nonchalantly for a refill on his pitcher of beer.
That was around the time he spotted Faithe.
JACK GRAVES: Well howdy. You must be Faithe. It’s the hair. Makes you easy to pick out in a crowd. You want a drink?
Rolling up his sleeves, Jack turned on the charm as he placed his empty pitcher on the counter and proceeded to use some bar napkins to wipe the man’s blood off his knuckles.
It was astonishing how things went back to normal so quickly after the brawl. It was pretty clear that this was a normal thing, and that Graves was a regular patron of this particular dive bar since he wasn’t escorted out with his victim.
Still, seeing a fight break out over a $100 game of billiards might have been slightly alarming for some folks.Meanwhile, it was just a regular weekend for Jack.
JACK GRAVES: Sorry about that, by the way. That guy was a sore loser.
He gave Faithe one of his trademark grins and poured her a frosty mug of beer from his now filled pitcher. The bartender watched them in amusement as he took some money from Jack, and he finally answered Faithe’s question.
BARTENDER: Well, there’s your country feller.. I guess you’re still waiting on the sultry broad. I think I prefer her over this ornery motherfucker. Graves, how many times do I have to tell you that you can’t just go making people bleed all over my bar.
The bartender tossed Jack a towel to wipe off his hands instead of the napkins, and he gathered the 10 small square napkins that littered the bartop to throw them away before shuffling off to sweep up the broken glass.
JACK GRAVES: Well, tell them to stop being sore losers and pay up. It ain’t my fault they can’t shoot pool worth a damn.
Jack slipped into the stool next to Faithe and he took a drink of his own beer, and by drink, we mean that he downed a ¼ of the beer before setting it back down on the bar.
VERONICA SAWYER: Room for one more?
The sultry broad in question approaches the bar, her heels clicking up against the floor, as the corners of her lips turn upwards into a smirk showing off her favourite shade of dark red lipstick. Veronica Sawyer is dressed to impress as always in a form fitting black dress while her eyes take in the sights surrounding her inside of the bar.
VERONICA SAWYER: Jack, always a pleasure…and Faithe, I hope he hasn’t been giving you too much trouble.
FAITHE: Au contraire, ol’ boy has made me feel right at home.
She knocked the cold mug she’d been given against Jack’s sitting on the bar, before downing a quarter as well. She slammed it back in front of her.
FAITHE: Well don’t we look like the shit!
Faithe took in the hoss next to her, followed by the current Showcase Champion. Her eyes darted back and forth, before using one of each of her hands to tap them both on their shoulders. She leaned into the pair of them, as if they were old friends.
FAITHE: The things we have goin’ for us in this match, just keep increasing. We’re good looking, and from what I’ve seen, that other team can’t even handle the idea of having a beer together. I already know our communication and teamwork is gonna trump the hell out of those three!
Jack laughed heartily, offering Ronnie a mug of beer from his depleted pitcher as well. Before she could answer as to whether she wanted it or not, he’d filled up her mug and tipped the pitcher back to drink the rest of the beer in a few gulps. He put the empty pitcher back into the bar, and pulled out a cigarette to light it up.
Jack Graves: I’ve seen ‘em, bickering back and forth on the timeline. They will break down before we ever get the chance to break them ourselves. I feel like I’m in good company though. Even if Ronnie and I are going to run it back for her shiny championship soon… it’s all love and respect over here darlin’.
He’d give her a wink and nod at the bartender to fill the pitcher back up.
Jack Graves: This week though we are partners. Not opponents. I promise I’ll have your backs through whatever they bring to our doorstep. Tonight though? We drink and we get to know each other a little better.
He turns and gestures with his thumb at the mechanical bull in the corner of the saloon.
Jack Graves: and maybe we figure out who can stay on ol’ Sampson the longest. You in?
Veronica Sawyer: Oh, I’m definitely in.
Veronica’s lips turn upwards into a slow confident smirk as she reaches over towards Jack in order to grab for his cigarette, taking a drag from it, before she exhales the smoke while using her beeg mug to make a gesture like she was proposing a toast.
Veronica Sawyer: To brief but dominant alliances, right? We go out there and show them how it’s done, that way the next drinks we share can be victory ones.
FAITHE: To brief but dominate alliances!
FAITHE raised her mug to the air once again, joining Veronica’s toast. Graves, never needing a reason to finish his drink regardless, enthusiastically joined the toast as well. In the next moment, the three downed their drinks with Jack finishing first, of course. Yes, it was the beginning of a great night and a great alliance.
BACKSTAGE
Erica Jackson -
Ladies and gentlemen please welcome one half of Team Madness Alexandria Monroe.
Alex would step in front of the camera. She was missing 2 things. Her tag team championship and her tag team partner. Alex wasn't scheduled to be here tonight but she wanted to clear a few things up. Because you know how rumors start.
Alexandria Monroe -
Let's just get straight to the point here. Because I know what you're all thinking. I am no longer your high rollers tag team champion. Team madness handed over the titles because we'll I can't defend the titles without a partner. Echo is no longer working here. It was only fair for us to drop the titles. Don't get it twisted though team madness is still a team. So good luck to wherever attempts take our place.
Team Madness is forever. Nothing will ever come between them. It was time for Alex to take her place at the top of high rollers. As a singles star.
Erica Jackson -
What's next for you Alex? Are you planning on staying?
Alex would smirk at Erica. Of course Alex wasn't leaving, it was her time to shine. It's been a while since she's held a singles title. She has her eye on the top star. Well on the top title.
Alexandria Monroe -
Well Erica of course I'm staying. I mean who else is going to spread a little madness around here. High Rollers is about to see exactly what greatness looks like. I'm coming for one of the titles. I don't know when that will be but expect a little madness along the way. If anyone wants to try and stop me I dare them to try. Because the reign of greatness is just getting started.
Alex would wink at the camera before walking off.
Erica Jackson -
Ladies and gentlemen please welcome one half of Team Madness Alexandria Monroe.
Alex would step in front of the camera. She was missing 2 things. Her tag team championship and her tag team partner. Alex wasn't scheduled to be here tonight but she wanted to clear a few things up. Because you know how rumors start.
Alexandria Monroe -
Let's just get straight to the point here. Because I know what you're all thinking. I am no longer your high rollers tag team champion. Team madness handed over the titles because we'll I can't defend the titles without a partner. Echo is no longer working here. It was only fair for us to drop the titles. Don't get it twisted though team madness is still a team. So good luck to wherever attempts take our place.
Team Madness is forever. Nothing will ever come between them. It was time for Alex to take her place at the top of high rollers. As a singles star.
Erica Jackson -
What's next for you Alex? Are you planning on staying?
Alex would smirk at Erica. Of course Alex wasn't leaving, it was her time to shine. It's been a while since she's held a singles title. She has her eye on the top star. Well on the top title.
Alexandria Monroe -
Well Erica of course I'm staying. I mean who else is going to spread a little madness around here. High Rollers is about to see exactly what greatness looks like. I'm coming for one of the titles. I don't know when that will be but expect a little madness along the way. If anyone wants to try and stop me I dare them to try. Because the reign of greatness is just getting started.
Alex would wink at the camera before walking off.
MAIN EVENT: SIX PERSON TAG
Veronica Sawyer, Faithe & Jack Graves vs Liam Vaughn, Bianca Reed & Jenson Idol
Veronica Sawyer, Faithe & Jack Graves vs Liam Vaughn, Bianca Reed & Jenson Idol
| RECAP What was thought to be a cluster fuck of a match turned out to be a solid tag affair. Both teams had some hiccups but worked rather well. Of course each person took a moment to showboat and try to show who the dominant presence was. Ronnie and Reed both ended up brawling outside of the ring along with Jenson and Graves. Inside the ring, Faithe used her skilled strikes to combat Liam but Vaughn was still able to hit his Magnum Opus (Evenflow DDT) at the same time Jenson kicked Graves square in the nuts. Idol then hit the ring and pushed Liam out and made the pin to win the match. After the bell, all hell broke loose as Liam went after Jenson threatening to end his life. Jenson didn’t back down as security had to get between the two of them. Bianca just laughed and held up the HRW Championship before handing it off to an official and walking out. WINNER Liam Vaughn, Bianca Reed & Jenson Idol METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:56 FINISHING MOVE Magnum Opus (Evenflow DDT) |