High Roller Wrestling Presents: All In Episode Nine Results

RINGSIDE
The brand new High Roller champion was all smiles as she was standing in the ring with Davante Maxwell. The camera gets a close up of the HRW Championship as Destiny Davis runs her manicured hand across the front of it.

Destiny Davis: What’s GOOOOOOOD? I know there are so many people out there that hate this moment. I’m not the traditional champion. I’m not big enough. I haven’t been in the ring long enough. I’m not this, I’m not that, but hate all you want because this is real! And I’m REALLY The HIGH ROLLER CHAMPION!

Destiny pulls the championship off her shoulder and hoists it into the air as the fans in the MGM Grand Garden Arena shower her with boos! She just smiles as Davante Maxwell walks over and ‘dusts it off’ while pulling his fashionable shades from his face. Destiny tucks the championship safely back over her shoulder.

Destiny Davis: All I’ve heard from the moment I signed here was that the Bad Girls Club was cancelled and it was Bad Boy Season. Look, I’m not finna sit out here and shi* on Jenson Idol. As much as he talks, he did his thing, but for anyone who discredits how I beat him for this? Save it. He’s cheated to beat me, so the way I see it, we’re even. When he comes back, he can get a shot, but just know that this title will still be around my waist or on my shoulder.

She looks up at the ceiling and smirks.

Destiny Davis: The era of Dunn has been done and the era of Idol is a wrap. Now, it’s all about DESTINY. I’m the FOREVER CHAMPION of HIgh Roller Wrestling, now drop that confetti!

Confetti begins to drop from the ceiling along with photographs of Destiny just after cashing in her Jackpot Case at the last show. Davante and Destiny were smiling proudly before she brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

Destiny Davis: Tonight I’m competing in a non title match against a girl who is lucky that I’ve even mentioned her on Twitter. This is the big leagues little girl, and as the PRESIDENT of the Bad Girls Club, trust me when I say…you ain’t bad. You ain’t ALL THAT. And you damn sure ain’t about to beat Destiny. Put that on EVERYTHING. As for anyone else that thinks they have what it takes to take my championship from me…

”Reach out and touch faith!”

The words echo through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and the crowd erupts as the Marilyn Manson version of “Your Own Personal Jesus” . Destiny turns her head slowly towards the ramp, to see a large red mane walking through the black curtain. FAITHE steps out onto the ramp, her stunner shades on and a microphone in hand. She pushes her sunglasses to her forehead, giving the crowd time to quiet down.

FAITHE: Boy do I absolutely love hearing the crowd of the Garden Arena…never gets old!

The crowd erupts again, until FAITHE puts her hand up in hopes that they’ll quiet down once again. Fortunately they do.

FAITHE: I heard you talking in the back about that High Roller Championship, and I couldn’t help but listen to what you have to say for once. What was it you were about to say? Because my name clearly belongs in contendership. I’d been clawing to get myself a High Roller title shot, to get Jenson Idol inside a High Roller Wrestling ring. When I finally did get my hands on him, not only was it on different grounds but he cheated his way to the win. Just like against you, Destiny. However, I did finally meet Jenson in and HRW ring, and I pinned his ass to the canvas. Actually, that’s how you ended up with the title, you came to gobble up what was left of Idol.

She begins to pace back and forth, staying at the top of the ramp, as well as switching the microphone to her opposite hand.

FAITHE: But this was never about Jenson, and Idol was never the measuring stick for HRW. We make our own. This was about the High Roller Championship. Seeing as how I became the number one contender just prior to you becoming champion, I guess that makes me YOUR contender now.

FAITHE points to Destiny, who stares back at her as the crowd was going crazy! FAITHE had really gotten them going.

Fans: FAITHE! FAITHE! FAITHE! FAITHE!

Destiny shouts into her microphone, trying to talk over the screaming fans.

Destiny Davis: Would you all shut the hell up!? Damn its like no one has manners in this building, and that includes you FAITHE. You think just because you pinned Jenson and became number one contender, that you can interrupt ME, the NEW High Roller Champion? Your lil contendership? It’s cute, and it might carry over, but I suggest you sit in the back like a good little girl and watch what I do tonight, because let’s keep it real. After what I do to my opponent? You might just wanna turn around, forfeit that championship match, and start thinking about kissing up to a bad girl. Who knows, maybe one day you can be an honorary member.

Davante starts to laugh as Destiny cracks up too!

Destiny Davis: Actually….nah, you aren’t Bad Girl Club material, and you aren’t HRW Champion material either, so why don’t you turn around, walk back where you came from, and let me put in my work how the CHAMP is supposed to out here. Kay?

FAITHE’s eyes grow so wide she looks as if they’re about to bug out of her head.

FAITHE: I’ll bite, Destiny. I’ll let you show me what being a true champion is all about. In fact, I’ll stay out right, right at ringside. You know…just so I can get that up close and personal feel of how a true champion operates. While we’re at it, I’ve got a match later tonight. How about you show up to mine. Then we’ll see who has the word “Forfeit” on their brain - KAY?

Her voice grew much higher at the end, as if she was mocking Destiny. Davante raises an eyebrow and wonders what Destiny will say.

Destiny Davis: Oh you wanna do this? Bet. Grab a chair and sit that raggedy behind down, but I suggest keeping to yourself if you’re smart.

Davante off mic says ‘I don’t think she’s got it all going on up there’ to which Destiny laughs and drops her microphone and flicks her tongue out at the fans while she awaits her opponent.

BACKSTAGE
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is backstage at the MGM Grand Garden Arena standing next to Sophie Grimes.

Sophie Grimes:I am here with the “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page. A couple of weeks ago we saw your team fail to win the six person tag team match to decide the number one contender for the Showcase championship.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Ugh. Really? That's what you say to me? But yes despite your major faux pas just now the team that I was thrown into lost a couple weeks ago. So what? Are you trying to embarrass me or something? I didn’t fail but the two people that I was forced to team with failed me.

Sophie Grimes:Be that as it may you are facing Faithe tonight…

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:That degenerate? Oh please! Faithe is an embarrassment to each New Yorker.

Sophie Grimes:I hardly doubt she cares.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:I have no doubt she doesn’t because while I am high society Faithe is low class gutter trash. Despite all of that I am simply a better athlete than she is.

A woman walks into the screen behind Sophie. The woman sets her left hand on Sophie’s right shoulder. A startled Sophie turns to the woman. The woman looks at Danielle.

Woman:Did you tell her?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:I haven’t had the chance to yet.

Woman:May I?

Danielle shrugs her shoulders.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:The floor is yours.

Woman:For those of you who are living under a rock I am Danielle’s younger sister Vanessa Page.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:That is a #Flawless introduction.

Vanessa Page:I know, right? Now that I am here in High Roller Wrestling I am sure you can all guess what our intentions are.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Obviously it is those HRW Tag Team Championships.

Vanessa Page:Chloe, Izzi enjoy those titles while you can, ladies. This is the cosmic shift in the HRW tag team division in real time. Rest assured we will be seeing you or whoever are the champions very, very soon.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Don’t worry, Faithe, even though V is here now I still have your number tonight.

Vanessa and Danielle walk away.

RINGSIDE
A couple of minutes pass following the match, but the Adams Twins haven't left the ring. They sit on the ring apron, side by side, looking across at the crowd. Their expressions are anything but happy and it seems like they could either scream with rage or cry with disappointment.

Kenzie hops off and kicks the ring steps hard, causing them to dislodge from the ring. She then storms up the entrance ramp, with Alysha watching, before hopping off to follow her. A ringside camera crew pursues them as they step through the curtain.

Alysha Adams: Kenzie, wait.

Kenzie turns around, balling her hands into tight fists.

Kenzie Adams: No, I'm sick of it. This isn't how it was supposed to be. We didn't come here to be fuckin' curtain jerkers.

Kenzie flashes the cameraman a sour scowl.

Kenzie Adams: Can you like, go? I'm having a private moment with my sister.

She makes a shooing motion with her hand. The camera crew pulls back, but continues filming whilst peeking around the corner.

Alysha Adams: Yeah, you're right. This hasn't been working out. Maybe we just gotta regroup and…

Kenzie Adams: Maybe this just isn't a good fit for us? Face it, sis, we're floundering.

Alysha Adams: Maybe. I think we've just had a string of bad luck. I mean, we're not gonna just… quit… right?

There's a long silence, before Kenzie sighs softly.

Kenzie Adams: I don't know. I just know I don't wanna be here right now.

Kenzie turns and leaves, Alysha hesitates before giving chase.

Alysha Adams: Wait for me!

BACKSTAGE
Cameras head backstage at the MGM Grand, where Chance Lopez is ready to conduct an interview.

Chance Lopez: “Tonight is a night full of title matches and opportunities, and here comes someone keen on taking full advantage of the opportunity presented to her. Please welcome ‘Little Miss Fierce’ Pattie Pearce!”

Pattie Pearce saunters in popping the lapels out on her white leather studded jacket.

Pattie Pearce: “That’s right, Chancey-Poo! See, it was last show where I got the win for our team, right? Hit Down Pat on Marshal and that was all she wrote. Murder she wrote, naturally… rest in peace Angela Lansbury! Used to watch that show with me Mum and Gran all the time back in the day. That win set the stage for tonight, right? I feel like I’m riding Big Mo, that’s momentum ya dig? Get ya minds out the gutters.”

Chance Lopez: “That’s indeed true… partners become opponents now in a triple threat with a Showcase Championship opportunity on the line. Does it feel strange how the tables have turned?”

Pattie Pearce: “Look here, mate… I’m not Adele, although I do respect her glow up. I’m not turning tables, I’m turning heads. Ask anyone paying attention who’s caused a bigger splash in High Roller… I’d wager it’s me. Ask Charity Michaels or Marshal Smith.. Anyone really. Anyone who says otherwise is truly just playing Blind Man’s Bluff, ya hear? I always bet on myself, ‘cause it’s the only sure thing going.”

Chance Lopez: “You’re really confident, borderline cocky I’d say. Don’t you think Alex Reeves and Jack Danielson have some say in what’s going down tonight in the match?”

Pattie Pearce: “Look I mean them no disrespect, and obviously they held their own in the six-person tag last show. I didn’t win a 1 v. 3 handicap match by any means. Jack? They say a country boy can survive but he’s not the brightest bulb or even the soberest driver on the highway is he? Hoosier winner? I’m betting tonight it’s not him. And Alex? Sure they’ve got skills but is it enough to pay the bills? Chance, you asked about what’s going down tonight… I’m just going to say that if I get my way, they’re both going down like the band on the Titanic. Sad violin noises not included. And High Roller gets one step closer to Showcasing a true… Superstar!

With that, she posed on one knee like SNL’s Mary Katherine Gallagher and was off.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to a room backstage. In the center, sits Sophie Grimes and in the chair across from her? Is none other than Jack Graves. Sophie, despite the things happening between her family and Jack, is doing her best to keep things professional as she shares a smile.

Sophie Grimes: Thank you for taking time out of your night to sit down and discuss things with me, as Mr. Jackson was quite adamant about me getting this sit down. So once again, thank you.

She smiles and nods.

Sophie Grimes: Jack Danielson has come out and accused you of being a bully and he’s also said he hates bullies. Not just that, but he said he’s going to stomp your ass when he sees you again. How does that make you feel, Jack? Are you a bully? And what are you going to do to Danielson the next time you see him? Or will he not see you coming? Will it be a sneak attack? The world needs to know!

Graves laughs at the accusation and shrugs nonchalantly.

Jack Graves: I dunno, Sophie. Am I a bully? I came into this business as “The Gentleman.” I got along with almost everyone. I tried to be respectful, and wrestle clean, and really show this sport love. But all it does is chew you up and spit you out. I’ve worked non-stop since January in multiple promotions, selling out arenas, main eventing, carrying companies. For what? For everyone to turn on me the minute I get tired of waiting for what I’m OWED? For what I DESERVE? I’ve given more blood, sweat, and carnage than most of these so called “vets” do in their entire careers. But the minute I got tired of getting WALKED OVER and I decide to not play nice anymore… I’m a bully?

Jack scoffs, taking a moment to pop open a beer and take a sip. He shakes his head and looks back at Sophie with a devious grin.

Jack Graves: Maybe I am a bully now. Maybe it’s time for me to be the one doing the walking over and strepping on people to get ahead. I don’t care what it takes to get there, I WILL be holding gold before the end of this year. Whether it’s putting your brother on the shelf permanently, or here in High Roller. I’m going to be champion. As for Jack Danielson, and that stupid little goat boy? They were just the first steps in a long flight of stairs I plan to climb to the top. If he wants some, I’m not hard to find.

Jack pauses, taking another sarcastic sip of his beer like it’s “hot tea” and he arches an eyebrow at Sophie.

Jack Graves: Speaking of brothers though, how’s Sammy? Maybe he can tell you whether I’m a bully or not.

Sophie brushes her hair behind her ear as she forces another smile and shrugs.

Sophie Grimes: Sammy seems to be doing well for himself in the Academy already. He was the second overall pick when they were choosing teams, as well. I guess he’s a chip off the old block!

She smiles widely.

Sophie Grimes: So needless to say? It’ll take more than what you’ve got to bring any Grimes down to your level, let alone Sammy.

Sophie leans forward, a smirk running across her lips.

Sophie Grimes: As for Gavin? It doesn’t matter where he defends that GEW Grand Championship. It could be here in HRW, it could be in Liberty or it could be on a GEW pop up show. He’s not going to lose it, especially to a trigger happy bully like you.

Jack laughs in her face, before promptly spitting in it.

Jack Graves: That’s what I think about the “Grimes” family, bitch. You wanna see a bully?

Graves leaps to his feet and snatches Sophie up by her throat to drive her back against the wall. His massive hands begin to squeeze off her airflow as he looks into her eyes with a snarl.

Jack Graves: Sammy is doing fine because I showed him a glimmer of mercy. My merciful side is beginning to diminish. I’m tired of wasting my time, and I’m tired of your arrogant ass family thinking that you are untouchable. You have no idea who I am and what I’m capable of, little girl.

Jack draws his arm back to line up a “Dinner Bell” bullhammer elbow on Sophie, but before he can he’s hit from the side with a steel chair shot! Jack instantly drops the interviewer and as the camera pans to the attacker it’s not Jack Danielson, or Jimmy Powers… It’s GAVIN GRIMES!!

A brawl breaks out between the two men when a second chair shot is countered with a huge right hand that sends the chair bouncing back into the face of Grimes. The chair clatters to the floor, and Gavin’s forehead is split open by the blow but he doesn’t back down! The two trade punches back and forth, with Jack getting the better of the exchange due to the sheer power of his strikes.

As Sophie runs to get help, Gavin drives Jack backwards into one of the lockers with everything he has. The wooden locker splinters, crumbling under the weight of the two men as Jack is pinned in the rubble. He eats a ton of nasty shots before he is able to grab a piece of the wood and crack Gavin across his head so that he can spartan kick him back a few steps to charge forward himself this time.

Graves hits him like a freight train and lifts Gavin off his feet to plant him through a nearby table with a spinebuster just as security rushes in with Jack’s agent Sadie Beckett, and Sophie Grimes-York in tow. The men are separated by a wall of security, but Gavin isn’t done. He quickly pulls himself out of the wreckage of the table to come flying over the top of the crowd of security at Jack and Sadie. Jack throws himself in front of his agent and eats a hard forearm to the nose for his trouble. Both men are pouring blood now as they begin to brawl again while security does their best to pull them apart.

Eventually, it takes other members of the roster flooding in to pull them apart for good. Both men are screaming obscenities at each other, and making threats as Jack Graves is pulled from the room by Sadie, who is doing her best to calm him down.

The camera gets one more shot of a bloodied Grimes, who appears to be smiling at Jack and nodding his head as he wipes the blood from his face while the scene fades.

BACKSTAGE
The show cuts to the back with HRW Roulette Champion Myra Rivers and she is definitely in a determined and confident mood especially considering that in her previous outing in HRW, she managed to come away with a main event victory. However, that is the furthest thing from her mind at the moment considering the next task that is right in front of her. She’s definitely got some confidence flowing through her as she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: Last time out, things went great for me and hell, things went pretty good for Faithe too. Of course, I am aware of some circumstances that surrounded that match, especially after the bell rang, but that’s not going to take away the fact that in my first match as the HRW Roulette Champion I was part of a winning side on a main event. So yeah, I am feeling pretty darn good but I also know that throughout all my years of doing what I love that all it can take is one moment of adversity to throw everything off course. I’ve got a bold, determined challenger. Say what you will about Skye Summers. The way she carries herself? Her attitude? Yeah, I’m not the biggest fan of all that, but at the same time, I know what she’s capable of inside of that ring. The girl is full of potential even if her attitude at times leaves a bit to be desired. But she IS good at what she does. She wouldn’t have won that four way to get a shot at the championship that I hold now if she wasn’t.

She may think that she’s got this in the bag because she’s one of the younger, fresher offerings that are on the High Roller Wrestling roster, but the fact of the matter is that everywhere I go, I have always proven that age is nothing more than a damn number. I am at the peak of my career, if not pretty damn close to it. One thing that I know for sure is that I’ve never been better as a professional wrestler than I am right now and I didn’t have anything handed to me along the way.

I’ve been through my share of adversity in HRW! You saw how much of an uphill battle it was at times when I was dealing with Jack Danielson for a couple of months if not more than that. I’ve been through my share of adversity PRIOR to coming here. Hell, it was nearly five months ago when I came across a tough decision that I had to make for my career. I was no longer happy in my ‘comfort zone’ so to speak. There I was, thinking long and hard about what the best move of my career would be for that moment. I could’ve stayed where I was before out of loyalty and knowing that the best time of my career up to that point happened in the company that I was competing for at the time. But deep down? I knew that they didn’t appreciate me the way they should’ve. I knew that as long as I was there, I was never going to be at my absolute best. I made the decision that was the best decision I could make and that was to get out of that comfort zone and PROVE that I could be better than the CEILING that was placed above my head.

I’ve BROKEN that ceiling, Skye.

I’ve busted my ass to get that recognition that I was never going to have where I was wrestling at before. I’ve worked so damn hard to get here, to be the HRW Roulette Champion and I’ll be DAMNED if you take this Roulette Championship from me on the first defense after EVERYTHING I’ve had to do in the last 5 months to become the champion I’ve grown into. I’ll be damned if you attempt to erase all of that progress. You WON’T erase that progress and you WON’T be taking that title from me either! I’ll continue to rise above that ceiling that I already broke… and when I beat you, I WILL continue proving that I’m the best I’ve ever been in my career STILL the HRW Roulette Champion!

Myra maintains her poise and demeanor as she heads out of the scene, showing no signs of being intimidated going into her first title defense.

Backstage
The scene cuts to the smiling face of Skye Summers, seated somewhere backstage her devilish grin fills the frame.

Skye Summers: Myra, Myra, Myra. How has your illustrious reign as our Roulette Champion been? Have you enjoyed it? Savored every second? I hope you have. I hope it’s been a hallmark moment in your storied career because tonight, it comes to an end. True to that title’s name the stipulations for tonight have been left up to chance. A spin of the wheel. The whim of the fans. But here’s a little secret, Myra. I don’t care about the stipulation, or the venue or even you, my opponent. That title is destined to go home with me tonight, the rest are just arbitrary details. Simple footnotes in the grand scheme as Skye Summers ascends the hierarchy of HRW. It’s already been written Myra. Your role as transitional champion has been documented. All that’s left is to make it a reality. Destiny waits for no one, Myra. Especially not you.

With a wink and a laugh the scene fades out.

BACKSTAGE
"Whoa there Bessie!"

A girl's voice can be heard saying loudly before new High Roller Wrestling star, Lola Dane, comes bouncing on to the screen riding a wooden stick with a unicorn head on the end of it. She turns and looks at the camera before smiling and putting the unicorn on her shoulder.

"Hola High Rollers! I'm Lola Dane and I'm the new girl. Pretty exciting, huh? I know I'm pretty excited! What am I supposed to say here? Do I challenge someone or call someone out? That seems like it would be ridonkulous so let's skip that serious tough girl stuff for now. I came here to have fun, put on a show and have some awesome wrestling fights!"

Lola rubs her chin a bit, trying to think of what to say next or what she should do.

"I'm pretty new to this business so I don't expect to be a huge deal right away. I don't want title matches. We are just going to see what happens, roll with the punches... Well hopefully I don't get punched TOO many times but you know what I mean. Either way I'm Lola, this is Bessie and we are going to make High Roller a more magical place. Deal with it, losers!"

Lola puts a letter L on her forehead with her hand, sticking her tongue out before laughing. She then puts Bessie between her legs once again and skips off camera still laughing as she bounces off.