Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Nov 25, 2018 21:03:40 GMT -5
PRO WRESTLING NEO - VOLUME I LIVE FROM THE VETERANS MEMORIAL COLISEUM IN PORTLAND, OREGON
The opening shot, the first ever shot, of Pro Wrestling NEO was the commentators sitting at the table. Jin Fumei, the veteran color commentator, sat with his arms crossed, flexing the muscles that he cultivated over years of training. Ceres Benton, the typically professional play-by-play waved at the camera with an almost shy eagerness. Finally, Elizabeth LeSage, the odd girl out, sat with her cheek resting on her hand as she watched the fans do whatever. She was mouthing to one of them about bringing her food until Fumei shot her a dirty look. As Benton began to speak, the feed cut to a homely office, where there was a fireplace roaring in the background. In a remarkably made leather chair, Hayato Kageyama, the lead executive of Talent Relations sat with a glass of wine in his hand.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “I would apologize for the interruption but I believe that the matters of the executive supersedes the little opening commentary that our adorable staff was trying to do.”
He laughed off the rudeness while taking a sip of his wine.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Tonight begins the Heaven or Hell Tournament and tensions are in the air. Especially with those two rookies squaring off. Oh, Elena, you almost got a pay raise for that bit of prodding you did until you got into it with Mr. Bateman.”
Off-screen, a gasp was heard followed by a woman’s voice.
ELENA MUSGRAVE: “OH, SON OF A BI--”
An audible thwack rang throughout the microphone followed by a thud.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Anyways, I believe the competitors are curious of what lies on the other side of this tournament, or Heaven if you will. Oh, for those who win tonight and next show, you’ll be dealing with something magnificent but obviously, it will not be absolute bliss just yet.”
Kageyama put down the glass of wine.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Saving that for later.”
He cleared his throat.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “If you want to reach the throne of God, you must prove yourself capable of sitting there. This tournament not only tests the limitations of one’s will for those who lose but also the tenacity of those who manage to escape the hellscape that I’ve so lovingly crafted.”
The executive giggled under his breath.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Audrey, the mysterious GM, and myself have sought out ways to make people prove themselves in this trying time of super rookie world champions. I want to see the grit, the determination, and especially the drama. As for now, the inevitable winners will have to wait in antici--”
Hayato lingered in silence until suddenly…
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “--PATION until it’s time to reveal my joyous plan. Now then, I have this lovely cup of wine and an assistant to use smelling salts. Oh, and yes, I have a lovely show to bear witness to. My creation, this tournament? It will make people shine brighter than any other tournament out there.”
His smirk never faded amidst his speech.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Don’t forget, you’re out there to impress. Don’t spare any expense to do so.”
The feed suddenly cut back to the commentators, who had been speaking the entire time.
CERES BENTON: “And the main event of the evening will have Lyza Reyes, the last ever HKW World Champion taking on the man who built up Evolution Wrestling, Ezra Eden! I’m--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Our feed got jacked, Ceres, I was trying to tell you that for the last few minutes.”
Benton paused for a moment while Fumei tried his best not to laugh too loudly, keeping it to a barely audible chuckle. Benton, obviously embarrassed, just waved her hand at the camera.
CERES BENTON: “Just...just go backstage already.”
The camera opened up on a simple scene, a cutaway on a locker room area that could almost be in any arena in any town, around the globe. The metal lockers, the benches, the showers around the corner, even the name of this arena, Veterans Memorial. This was the one in Portland, not Columbus for example and here they hosted the Trailblazers though of course, this was for the Pro Wrestling NEO show. Seated in a relaxed fashion, legs crossed almost demurely in a lovely cranberry coloured sweater dress is the current and possibly forever Portland Pro Wrestling Crossfire Champion, Tabitha Tremont. She flipped her extra long blond ponytail off her shoulder and spoke softly.
TABITHA TREMONT:“It's been... a minute, hasn't it?"
She uncrossed her legs and there’s a soft clack and thump as her boot hit the floor that made her chuckle.
TABITHA TREMONT:“Most of you here in NEO know me, or know of me, from either Portland Pro, or my weekly showing on the football field. For a woman that started off as a snotty little brat from Manhattan Island, I’ve done really well for myself when you think about it."
A slight nod before she gestured toward the camera.
TABITHA TREMONT:“I grew, as an athlete and a person, being honest. I’ve got more to look forward to at the end of this year than I did at the beginning and that’s saying something. I know I joke about powerbombing Kol twice, but that’s not all I’ve done this year - though I’d love to, I live for, doing bigger and better."
Tabitha stood, her full height was imposing especially with the added inches from the thigh high heeled boots she wore. Hands on her hips, she tipped her head making that shining waterfall of gold ponytail swing forward.
TABITHA TREMONT:“Round One. Heaven or Hell. They’ve billed this match I have against Irina Onegin a Clash of the Amazons, but I’m no Amazon. I’m not even a Valkyrie despite the resemblance. I’m so much more than a mere mythic figure, I’ve shown that in the ring. I do things other people are afraid to even try, and I do them with confidence and grace. Irina seems polite, doesn’t she? She’s not one for talking much, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing is easy, Irina. Nothing is free in this business or in this life."
Tabitha’s lips quirked into an almost feral smile, despite the sweetness of her contralto toned voice.
TABITHA TREMONT:“Nothing is wrong with confidence either, and while it’s cute you wanted to have a little bantz with Shane Atwater’s declaration that he’s taking Heaven or Hell? Apparently plushy Irina you forgot the crucial thing. This tournament isn’t just you and Atwater, and everyone in it is honor-bound to disagree. We all want to ‘win’ this thing no matter how the rules are mobius stripped. I can’t fault either of you for that. Remains though? Tsk tsk."
Tabby lifted her hand up, shaking a finger at the camera.
TABITHA TREMONT:“It remains to be seen who’s the feast and who’s the scraps. What isn’t so nebulous is the fact that I’m going to powerbomb you Irina! Be excited, you’re going on the list."
She blew a kiss at the camera, mouthing her catchphrase ‘All the powerbombs’ before the camera faded out.
OPENER HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE "HISTORY IN THE MAKING"
Silas Romero vs. Shane Atwater (GUEST)
With the lights dimming down in the arena, various gold spot lights started going over the crowd. The super thrashy, post-hardcore sounds of "Snake Oil" by Good Tiger filled the arena; the gold and maroon lights pulsing to the beat. Once the vocals came in full force, the "Hipster Hercules" emerged onto the the stage with one spotlight shining onto him. Silas stared out into the crowd, while the crowd was cheering and chanting his name. Soon as the first breakdown kicked in on the song, Silas slowly elevated his right arm up to chest level; bending it at the elbow so that his forearm running parallel with said chest.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Hailing from St. Johns, Florida.. Weighing in at 235lbs. He is the "Hipster Hercules".. SILAS ROMERO!”
CERES BENTON: “For some, that name is a throwback. Silas Romero, a former World Champion--the first and only PWR World Champion, was last seen in Missouri State Wrestling, a place that gave Artemis Kaiser her start, he was their Pure 15 Champion in the closing moments and has seen been away from the scene.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Trading in elbows for changing diapers, I hear.”
CERES BENTON: “Yes, he and his wife had a lovely little baby--but tonight, it’s all business. He had his comeback match and got a win over the Hand of God himself, Michael Norcia. Across the ring from him tonight is none other than the multi-time world champion, Shane Atwater! Talk about running the gambit.”
The letter's "#GKFO" written across his navy forearm sleeve that went all the way up, connecting to his elbow pad, in a crisp, clean maroon font. A smirk rolled across his lips, before lowering his arm back down even slower than before. Silas strolled down the entrance way, every so often he would smack someone's hand at ringside, but not many. Once he got to ringside, he went directly for the steel steps that led up to the apron of the ring. Silas leaned up against the steel ring post for a moment; again letting his smug smirk roll across his lips, just before stepping slowly between the second and top rope.
He walked across the ring, straight for the hard camera side of the ropes. He leaned forward, letting the top rope support his weight while sticking his right arm out in front of himself. It was level with his chest; the letters on his arm were once again readable, he even pointed to each letter with his left pointer finger. As the music reached the final chorus of the song, Silas pushed himself away from the ropes and proceeded to make his way to the opposite turnbuckle and leaned against it as he now went into warming up for the match-up.
The lights go dark, and a rhythmic, rattling hum intensifies, the lights beginning to strobe with the drumbeats as they kick in. Soon enough, a rumbling bass line follows, and the drums begin to pick up as the screens flash with words, each one punctuated by the punch of the snare.
TAP OUT THE WORLD
The drums and bass come to a crescendo as the heavy guitars of “Cochise” by Audioslave hit, an eruption of pyrotechnics lighting up the sight of Shane Atwater, standing on the middle of the stage. He paused there a moment, head bowed, saying a few silent words to himself as the crowd surged with a positive response and the music roiled around him. He threw the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd before stalking down toward the ring with a purpose, only pausing to slap hands with a few fans here and there before making his way to ringside.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “He’s like the Terminator but more handsome…”
JIN FUMEI: “Shane Atwater is one of the best grapplers in the game today. I’ve seen this man take a wristlock into a leglock. Mix them together and leave a person in a literal pretzel. No wonder he’s a multiple time World Champion.”
He paused momentarily before climbing onto the apron, kneeling there momentarily with his hand on the top rope, head bowed as he took a quiet moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner. He took in the scene a moment longer before throwing a single fist in the air to an eruption of cheers. He nodded, the hint of a smirk playing across his face before he climbs down, rubbing his hands together and cracking his neck before heading to his corner to await the start of the match.
DING! DING!
The air was palpable as the two former world champions began to measure one another up. Despite their similar sizes, the two were not reflections of one another’s styles. Shane Atwater was the grappler, submission expert while Silas Romero’s strikes could break the world. In personality, they were also different. Shane carried his professional coldness warranted in a man that didn’t want to falter this mental state. Romero sauntered around his corner with a smirk on his face and a rather evil glint in his eye. Atwater was nothing more to him but something to be beaten in order to move on. The gravity of the Heaven or Hell Tournament lingered over both of their heads as the two approached one another in the center of the ring. Silas rose his hand in front of Atwater, asking for a test of strength. Shane began to go for it until Silas began to raise his hand even higher, mouthing that Shane had to stretch to reach his level.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I wish I could jump that high.”
JIN FUMEI: “Elizabeth, that isn’t the point. It’s a matter of Romero’s ego, which may or may not be necessary here.”
CERES BENTON: “It’s not necessary at all for any purpose. Atwater isn’t one to fall for mind games.”
Atwater, ever composed, took a few steps back, only narrowing his eyes a tad. Romero lowered his hand, offering a handshake. Atwater reached for it slowly, leading into Romero dropping low for a takedown but Atwater stepped over the attempt. Down to the mat, Atwater quickly secured a wrist and captured a grounded wristlock. Silas rolled forward, escaping the hold before Atwater can naturally settle. He started to go for another takedown, trying to use his slight weight advantage to his liking but Atwater scouted it, trying to bring Silas down into a guillotine choke. Dirty brawling in the clinch led to Silas’s escape. Atwater got to his feet but Silas was quick on the uptake, starting to go at him with knee drops until he was able to keep Atwater down. Roughly putting his hand against Atwater’s face, he tried for a pin.
ONE!
Atwater got the shoulder up quickly but was like a crocodile in waiting. Once Silas tried to get some extra hits in, Atwater wrapped his body around the limb, Silas’s right arm, and began to try to reverse into a bicep slicer. Silas drove himself out of the ring and walked around with a sigh. When Atwater got to his feet, Romero glared at him and told him that he should have just shaken his hand. Atwater doesn’t reply in any manner, leading to Romero just taking his time to wander around the ring. Head referee, Ayame Sumiko, began to monitor for the count.
ONE!
TWO
THREE!
Silas kneeled down on the mat, studying Atwater from afar.
CERES BENTON: “He’s allowed to take his time but you gotta question if Silas wasn’t exactly ready for how dangerous a grappler Shane Atwater is.”
Silas looked over his shoulder at Ceres, giving her an annoyed look.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m good at translating these. Ceres, he says that you should keep your mouth shut.”
With a smirk, Silas gave Elizabeth a thumbs up before heading towards the ring.
FOUR!
FIVE!
As he starts to hit the ring again, Romero immediately slid back out, restarting the count. The crowd began to jeer him as he began to walk around the ring. He told the crowd that they were on his time and that he needed a second.
ONE!
At least he was telling the truth as he hit the ring again, keeping his distance from Atwater, who had been waiting patiently. The two looked to tie up again but Romero went low with a knee to Atwater’s gut. Romero lit Atwater up with a myriad of strikes that brought Atwater into the opposing corner. Romero went on to batter him with kicks to the chest. Atwater slumped in the corner, trying to stay on his feet but it was a moot point as Romero caught him the back of the head with an Enzuigiri. Atwater fell to the mat and Romero looked for another pin, making sure to trap Atwater’s arms to ensure no sudden counters.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Romero got off Atwater, moving as far from him as possible and allowed him to get up. When Atwater was on his feet, Romero came back in, hitting him with a running European Uppercut that sent Atwater back into the corner. He went for the other turnbuckle, came back for another, but found himself caught into a German Suplex by Atwater. Atwater pulled Romero up and took his time gearing up for an European Uppercut that brought Romero down to a knee. Atwater got some distance and went for a dropkick but Romero shoved it out of the way and came off with the .44 Caliber Love Letter (Running Mafia Kick) but it gets caught!
Atwater hit a quick Inverted Indian Deathlock drop, cracking the leg, before transferring the hold into a STF. Romero’s eyes widened as he realized the situation he was in. He began to inch and claw his way to the bottom rope, which sparked a change from Atwater. Releasing the hold, Atwater pulled Silas off the ground, deadlifting him, and sent him careening into the mat with a release German Suplex! Romero fell back into the corner, where Atwater measured him and came in for a dropkick. Romero’s head whipped back and he crumbled to the mat.
JIN FUMEI: “Did you see how his head whipped back?!”
CERES BENTON: “His eyes rolled into the back of his head!”
Taking hold of the same leg, Atwater easily brought the disoriented Romero into a Stretch Muffler hold. The crowd’s shared anguish intensified as Atwater lowered himself to the mat, hyperextending the lock. Romero roared out in pain until he managed to get his awkwardly placed arm on the bottom rope again. Atwater released the hold and Romero fell to the outside, clutching his leg.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I hope he isn’t crying. I mean, it’s okay to cry. We don’t believe in toxic masculinity around these parts.”
JIN FUMEI: “That leg must even hurt to hold, let alone stand on. Atwater made his move right because that takes away power behind some of Romero’s most lethal strikes.”
Silas began to raise his arm up high while moving to the barricade, letting out a loud laugh.
SILAS ROMERO: “I didn’t tap, you cuck, I didn’t tap!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Did he just...he just call Atwater a cuck?”
Any other commentary that could be heard was drowned out by Elizabeth’s uproarious laughter. Atwater had since left the ring to go retrieve Romero. The Scarlet Striker limped his way away from Atwater while the count followed their actions.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JIN FUMEI: “Shut up for a damn second, LeSage! Romero’s trying to run away from Atwater!”
FOUR!
FIVE!
As Atwater got his hand onto the back of Romero’s head, he got caught in the nose with the very thing he was trying to capture. He fell back towards the barricade but rallied back--only to get his eyes raked.
CERES BENTON: “He raked his eyes! Atwater can’t even begin to see where he’s grabbing.”
Silas smirked but knew he was on limited time, charging forward to crash into the back of Atwater’s neck with the Gaburu Cannon (Clothesline from Hell From Behind)! As Atwater collapsed, Romero grabbed hold of his fallen opponent and sent him into the crowd.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Romero managed to hurl himself at the last second.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Yes, one of our several fuckbois managed to win! The world is balanced!”
TEN!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by countout and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...SILAS ROMERO!”
CERES BENTON: “Son of a bitch! Our first ever match and it was tainted by some...some...some--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Let it out, Ceres.”
CERES BENTON: “Some bullshit!”
JIN FUMEI: “Thank God that we don’t have censors but it’s a matter of life or death out here. Atwater will now be a step closer to that ‘grand prize’ and Romero will go on to challenge for the top prize. We can’t do anything about that.”
Romero got to his feet, shaking out his leg while he watched as Atwater climbed out of the crowd. As Atwater made it, he looked at Romero from afar, resting on the barricade with a glare at Romero. Silas smirked and gave Atwater the bird as he began to leave the ring in celebration. From there, the camera took the feed elsewhere.
WINNER: Silas Romero via Countout (14:52)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Nov 25, 2018 21:16:30 GMT -5
Christopher Kane stood against a wall as he sighed. He wanted to put his thoughts together but wasn’t able to find the right other. He took a step forward and began.
CHRISTOPHER KANE: Tonight, second match in NEO and after the first, I don’t know what I can honestly do for an encore at this point. I mean after brawling all over the arena, smashing records into someone’s face, being stabbed with one, how does someone even start to follow it up?
He could only offer a shrug.
CHRISTOPHER KANE: I find myself in this company again because I’m told it’s a great collection of talent, and from everything I’ve seen, it’s pretty true. I’m a guy who wants to get better. Only 22 and I want to keep growing and growing. Despite being in this sport for six years, I don’t even come close to knowing everything.
He paused.
CHRISTOPHER KANE: Tonight, Hagen Lecktor, we do battle and the winner gets to relax in this tournament knowing their safe and the other marches on. Feels weird to say that but it’s a great test for me. I came up in the same company my dad did to start, won a couple titles there. Went to a company called SVW, won a couple titles there. Went to DIVINE Pro and won a title there. It seems like where I go, success seems to come with, Hagen. So, tonight, that success will come again.
Christopher paced back and forth while he continued on.
CHRISTOPHER KANE: I’ve been in tournaments before. Hell, back in DIVINE I took part in their first Galaxy Crown tournament. Didn’t win but it gave me that experience, that edge against some of the best in Japan. And now I get to bring that here. I get to bring what I learned to Pro Wrestling NEO and that’s all well and good. So tonight, Hagen, good luck because I feel like you might need it.
And Christopher walked off out of the shot.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"CLASH OF THE AMAZONS"
Irina Onegin vs. Tabitha Tremont
“Ich möchte stärker werden...
Weil unsere Welt sehr grausam ist...
Es ist ratsam, welke blumen zu entfernen...”
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing at this time... From the Last Garden, representing the Church of Oleska... She is “The Graceful Assassin”, THIS is Irina Onegin!”
At the start of the song, bright spotlights of a pastel pink and white make the arena look brighter. At that moment... Petals begin to fall from the ceiling, pink paper petals in fact that resemble cherry blossoms. The strange synths make a strange combination with the German singing that sounds rather distressing with the swell of deceptively upbeat music behind it. As the music plays and the petals fall a figure begins to emerge from the curtain into the bright lights. None of this makes the crowd stop booing, however.
“Du fragst mich, ob ich mit dir komm,
Du flüsterst mir in mein ohr.
Du fragst mich, ob ich deine hand nehm.
Ich hab keinen grund dich abzulehnen.
Du fragst mich, ob ich mit dir komm.
Du flüsterst mir in mein ohr.
Du fragst mich, ob ich deine hand nehm.
Du flüsterst mir…”
The lights around the arena fixate in a polychromatic flare on the figure standing in a complete shadow.
“DIESE WELT IST GRAUSAM, ES IST TRAURIG ABER WAHR!
DIESE WELT IST SELTSAM, ES IST FRAGLICH ABER WAHR!
(IST DER BLUMENGARTEN... ECHT ODER FALSCH?)
DIESE WELT IST GRAUSAM, ES IST TRAURIG ABER WAHR!
DIESE WELT IST SELTSAM, ES IST FRAGLICH ABER WAHR!”
As the song breaks into ominous German chanting, the self-described “Graceful Assassin” walks towards the ring in a white smock smattered in paint over her ring gear and pink Lennon style sunglasses, Natural Born Killers style. She stops just short of the apron, taking off her coat and sunglasses as the crowd boos her. Irina hops onto the apron and walks into her corner, glancing up to see the petals done falling as “Blumenkranz” comes to an end.
The slow opening bars of Krewella's Enjoy The Ride begin to play and as the singer's voice swells up came Tabby Tremont, a brilliant smile on her face as she stepped to the edge of the stage on the left and lifts her arms, then goes to the edge of the stage on the right and does the same thing.
"We were born ready, ready to be free
Chasin' every thrill we could see
With our eyes steady, waking to the dream
Aching to be thrown in the ring"
ERIN LAMBERT: “From the borough of Manhattan, New York City New York... weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty five pounds... she is TNT... TABBY TREMONT!!!”
She walks the ramp with that smile firmly in place, sometimes pausing to move to the barrier and slap hands with a few fans or let someone take a selfie with her as she enjoys every bit of the trip to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp she pauses, allowing the music to swell over her as she lifts both arms high overhead
"If nothing comes easy as long as we're breathing
We'll go all the way or go home
We were born ready, wherever it leads
What we have is all we need
'Cause if it's fast or slow
All I really know is I'm gonna enjoy the ride
And if it's hard or soft before we get off
I'm gonna enjoy the ride, enjoy the ride"
Tabby then drops her arms and heads up the ring steps, wiping her boots on the apron and sliding between the ropes to enter the ring. She makes a quick circuit around to the corners and then she steps towards the center of the ring to wait for the match to start.
DING! DING!
The crowd (and Elizabeth) were in awe of the two women in the ring. When the two stand near one another, the crowd went silent. Onegin was the taller of the two with the weight advantage but it mattered not to Tabitha Tremont, a specimen of wondrous strength training. She demonstrated this lack of care of the weight by lifting Irina clean over her head with a Gorilla Press. She held her up there for a moment with a wide smile before Irina got from her grip. She landed on the ground and turned Tabitha around. She tripped her to the mat and proceeded to lift Tabitha effortlessly in a Karelin Lift. Irina carried her around the ring until Tabitha escaped the clutch and scooted back to her corner. Irina walked over to her corner and looked to the crowd. Elizabeth LeSage let out a long noise of some gratification on the microphone.
JIN FUMEI: “Elizabeth, you can stop salivating now. You’ll get it on the microphone.”
CERES BENTON: “I think Elizabeth speaks for the crowd as these two amazons just sized one another up with their strength. That being said, I’m not sure how long Irina will play along. Tabitha has to be careful. Irina has not only her lethal skillset, which may or may not been honed via illegal methods, but she has the Church on her side.”
Tabitha nodded, returning to the center of the ring. Irina came with a kickboxing stance ready. Tabitha began to bounce on her toes before planting her feet, trying to keep from staying too still. Especially as Irina began to throw kicks at her from a distance. The reach game began to come into effect as Irina was able to catch Tabitha in the legs with some kicks and retreat back before Tabitha could grab hold. In response, TNT stretched her legs, gritting through the pain. Irina mimicked the gesture before intruding on the space that Tabitha had. It was a calculated risk and it was one that Tabitha wasn’t playing around with. She took Irina off the ground with a powerslam hold before dunking her into the corner. Irina came out, trying to press the attack but got her jaw rocked with a Jawbreaker.
Following the move that got the crowd a little more alive, Tabitha pressed Irina into the corner with a lariat. Full speed into the opposing turnbuckle and back, Tabitha sandwiched Irina with a cannonball senton before dragging her away from the ropes. She hooked the leg with authority.
ONE!
TWO!
Irina gets the shoulder up!
JIN FUMEI: “Irina tried to close the gap to probably open up her striking more but Tabitha’s quick on the uptake.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Did you hear that she powerbombed Kol twice before?”
CERES BENTON: “What does that have to do with anything?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Oh, that man is 100% muscle and that means that Tabitha’s ready to yeet Irina at any given notice.”
JIN FUMEI: “That’s actually..fairly insightful.”
Tabitha lifted her foe off the mat, hooking a leg and sending her down with a belly to back suplex. Irina rolled away on the mat, clutching her neck. Tabitha ran over, jumping through with a jackknife that got audible gasp out of the crowd. She brought Irina’s neck into the mat hard with an Alabama Slam but kept her legs locked. With a yell, Tabitha lifted Irina up and brought her back down with a sitout powerbomb.
CERES BENTON: “Look at that strength!”
JIN FUMEI: “Look at that endurance, you mean.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I was looking at her muscles, thank you.”
Tabitha kept Irina’s shoulders pinned to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
Irina gets the shoulders up again!
Tabitha got back up to her feet, letting Irina get back to her feet at her own pace. Tabitha collected her into her grasp before bringing her up for a Jackknife Powerbomb. Irina responded quickly with a punch to the nose, pinpoint as ever. Tabitha’s eyes began to well up naturally and Irina fell over the back. She stalked around Tabitha, jumping high with a knee, tucked underneath Tabitha’s chin. As TNT turned, Irina grabbed her and brought her down with a hiptoss. Taking a deep breath, Irina measured her distance and followed through with a--
CRACK!
A devastating punch to the temple!
JIN FUMEI: “Grim Muscari! Tabitha’s eyes just rolled to the back of her head!”
Irina dropped down for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
Irina stood up with a scowl but brought her shin into the small of Tabitha’s back. She kept kicking away at Tabitha, coldly and with the same precision she had earlier. The crowd began to jeer her but it did nothing to take her away from her sadistic methodology. Tabitha, however, began to get up, forcing herself to weather the pain until she was at a standing position. She hit Irina in the chest with a chop, then another, but the third one was stopped by Irina’s quick counter. She began to wench Tabitha’s arm in an unnatural manner until Tabitha responded in kind.
With a hard right hook to the face.
CERES BENTON: “Ouch.”
The crowd followed Ceres’ reaction but Tabitha followed her action with Here We Go (Dangan Bomb)! Tabitha paused to get the tears out of her eyes, sniffling as her sinuses flared up. Irina began to stir to her feet as Tabitha finally managed to get over to her. When she got close, Irina’s head flew up, catching her in the lip. The crowd reeled as Irina got up, stumbling backward. She brought up her hand, motioning for Tabitha to turn around.
Sizing Tabitha up again, Irina began to break her down with a punch to the side, a chop to the neck, a knee to the gut, an up kick to the bent over woman, and finally she completed the combination with a wrist lock and the end of the Jilted Anemone. Tabitha held onto the skin over her kidney, where the kick landed. She stumbled to the mat and Irina went to the corner.
As Tabitha got up, delirious and without control of some of her bodily functions, Irina saw her chance.
CERES BENTON: “The Graceful Dahila!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “To the back of the head--goodness.”
The double knees landed flush and Tabitha fell to the mat. Irina turned her over and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...IRINA ONEGIN!”
JIN FUMEI: “Tabitha’s strength couldn’t be denied. She almost had the match won but Irina’s brand of offense? I haven’t seen something like that before. She broke Tabitha down in a way that seemed like something out of a medical journal.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Like a hitman.”
CERES BENTON: “And with that offense, Irina has advanced onto the top stage. Tabitha’s efforts will certainly help her in the future matches. I hope that she’s able to bounce back.”
Irina got up with the same cold expression before heading out of the ring, walking over Tabitha to do so. On the ramp, the camera panned to show Irina’s lack of regard towards what else was transpiring in the ring. Meanwhile, Tabitha began to come to, coughing roughly as the referee helped her to her feet.
WINNER: Irina Onegin via Pinfall (The Graceful Dahila - 11:23)
Backstage, the camera followed DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, standing in front of a bare brick wall - with several equipment pieces and metallic crates where they are stored strewn about the dimly lit area. As a ceiling light turned on, he was revealed to be in his leather jacket and jeans, as usual, as he lifted his face up to stare directly at the camera.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “HEAVEN OR HELL tournament, mang. Thank Andraste I was able to get a first win here, and now it seems my name has been thrown into this tournament because of that. But I can’t stay glad and complacent that I only got one win after coming here, can I?”
He shook his head no, resolutely.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “That wouldn’t sit well with me, nor with the people coming in to watch the third show of Pro Wrestling NEO - and Talos knows I hate settling for shit. Admittedly though, tournaments are a little beyond what I’m used to. I signed up to many this year, but only won the SAWA one to become Campeón Sudamericano, then I was the runner-up in the WCF World Cup. And don’t get me started on anything else I joined, mang.”
Mariano looked away, somewhat embarrassed after all that had transpired.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “But then again, THIS one tournament ain’t exactly what we’re used to seeing, chicos. This thing runs the traditional format IN REVERSE - which means the first round winners go for the main title, which also means, in turn, THAT’s what I gotta be looking for. Tall order, of course - but that’s what I want to shoot for, mang. That’s what I want to get done - considering my opponent for this round seems to have that kind of expectations of me, mang.”
He tilted his head to the side, with a look of curiosity and a small smile of his face.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “My opponent for this match is a refined lady of fine taste, seemingly used to living in luxury and having the high class attitude to boot. People normally would dismiss her instantly, but this lady has had two titles to her name - Grace Van Beek, the Diamond Princess.”
He threw his hands to the side, in a gesture of incredulity.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “So let’s think about this, mang. I expected this lady to join the crowd of people that wouldn’t take me seriously at a first glance. Hell, I wasn’t even expecting to be a blip on her radar. But somehow she claimed my name isn’t unknown to her, that she’s heard me. Even more strangely for someone in her position, she’s heard GOOD things about me, mang - which is why she stated she wants to see if whatever praise thrown in my way is true.”
He took his hand to his chin, contemplating all that he had mentioned seriously.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “So how should I respond to this? Is she expecting me to shake her hand so she can swat it away? Is she expecting me to take her lightly because of her background? Is she coming to make a statement at my expense? I dunno what she’s thinking besides what she’s said, or what she wants to do to me to get the win. But I know what I’m gonna do in the face of this situation, mang.”
Looking back at the camera, he pulled his hoodie back, letting his GLORIOUS soccer mom hair flutter in the air, and slammed his fist against his palm.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “Well Ms. Grace, here’s your answer, mang. Lady of your stature probably wants the words she says to be addressed as they should, and that’s what I’m gonna do. You want to see if my reputation is well-deserved, so it’ll be my pleasure to oblige you.
You certainly like things of value, so I’m going to make this match the most PRECIOUS thing you’ve ever had - and though you’ll find yourself in the L end, I guarantee you that you’re gonna treasure our encounter. Of that, chica, you have my word - and everyone that’s ever known me may attest that my word is as good as that gold you surround yourself with. Because, Ms. Grace, and I hate to take away from your moment, you’re not the only worthy thing in here, mang.”
He nodded, decidedly.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “What is of value in here is the road to title contention - for the Pro Wrestling NEO Title. For what could be more valuable than winning the first round of this tournament? Here in PW NEO, this newly established company looking to start a new age of wrestling, the two of us have the opportunity to be not just a part, but a protagonist of the new age to come, mang. That’s how important, and how attractive, this match is, chica; and hence, how valuable it is to me.”
Leaning towards the camera lens, Mariano comes almost eye to eye with the other end of the camera.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “And that’s how I’m going to take this, because it’s just what you seek, Ms. Grace. Just what you wanted to see - and a lady like yourself always gets what she wants. But I have to warn you, however - once we meet inside that ring…”
He gave a sly smile, though the honest look in his eyes meant no malice, if only a slight tone of amusement.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: “Even a lady of your stature should be impressed, once she SAYS HELLO… TO DA #TROLL GUY.”
And after that, he turned around and walked away, the final sight of him disappearing slowly into the aisle before him as the camera cut back to the ring.
In front of a PW:Neo backdrop was Hagen Lecktor who was sporting a PW:Neo t-shirt himself. Being that it was his second time doing this he wasn't as timorous like he was at Boogie Nights.
HAGEN LECKTOR: Hey! How's everyone doing tonight? Hope you're doing fine and making sure you’re having the grandest of times. Because right now that's all that matters, but...but friends Boogie Nights was very encouraging for me y’know. The guy from the smallest town in the world in a PW:Neo ring. On your television making people proud.
Hagen Lecktor smiles showing his pearly whites. Looking back at the Neo backdrop and pointing toward it.
HAGEN LECKTOR: Me and Ashley were able to pick up the win. With the Heaven or Hell tournament tonight the goal is to do the same thing. That I know won't be easy at all as I’m up against Christopher Kane. A seasoned wrestler who’s no doubt wanting to leave his mark on the Heaven Or Hell Tournament.
Slight pause.
HAGEN LECKTOR: I may be a rookie but you can bet that I’m going to pack a punch Christopher. That's all I can try and do tonight. Portland wants a show and I’m going to do my best to make sure I can give them that. Hey, you all be safe and Beyoutiful.
With those few words everything shifted back to the ring.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Nov 25, 2018 21:46:15 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"BRIGHT FUTURES AND DANGEROUS THOUGHTS"
Mila Ainsley vs. Fallon Lockhart
Fallon Lockhart was already in the ring when the camera cut back to ringside.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Already in the ring...from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at an 115 pounds...FALLON LOCKHART!"
“Majesty" blasts in the venue, signaling the arrival of the Banter Queen herself. With the lights flashing in an array of pinks and purples, Mila Ainsley stepped out and faced everyone with her back. Showing off her purple and gold varsity jacket, swaying her long hair a bit, she then turns around, gracing everyone with that huge smirk of hers.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Making her way to the ring, from Seattle, Washington... she is “The Banter Queen"...MIIILLLA AINSLEY!"
With the announcement out of the way, she skipped to the ring, all while teasing and dissing the fans as she went. Once she reached the ring, she scaled the apron and leaned against the ropes. She takes the time to sarcastically bow to the fans before entering the ring through the middle ropes.
Mila scales the turnbuckle upon her entrance. Once on top, she leans forward and cups her ear to listen to the boos directed at her. She doesn't mind though, and she simply laughs as she hops down and chills for a bit in the corner, waiting for the match to get underway.
DING! DING!
This match, unsurprisingly, started with Mila running her mouth after the bell was rung. She got right into Fallon’s face and read her for filth. A number of expletives floated throughout the air. Their veracity seemed to effect Fallon in a negative manner, as indicated by the perturbed look on her face. Fallon chose not to insult her back; however, she did come with a might alternative. While Fallon was still bumping her gum, Fallon shot in, grabbed her, and took her to the mat with an inside cradle. The referee hit the mat and started to count:
ONE!
TWO!
After she’d gotten over the shock of the maneuver, Mila was able to get her right shoulder off of the mat. She attempted to roll away, but Fallon was on her like white on rice. She grabbed her opponent’s head and contorted it until Mila was back in a seated position. She then locked in a chin-lock from there. Mila grunted a bit as Fallon cranked back. But all the while, Mila’s brain started to formulate a counter. She drove the point of her elbow into Fallon’s left arm, which caused Flyin’ Fallon to break the hold. But Mila wasn’t finished as she spun on the mat and transitioned into a beautiful triangle choke. It was Fallon who got caught off guard this time as Mila cranked on her neck and constricted her air flow. Keeping her wits about her, Fallon started to drag herself to the ropes. It was a slow but sure process. Eventually, she was able to get her boot on the bottom rope. But of course, Mila didn’t release her right away. This lead to the referee administering a count:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mila released the hold at that point, not wanting to get herself disqualified. Even still, she had a good word or two for the referee as she stood to her feet. The ref told her to watch her tone and keep things clean. Mila brushed him off as she grabbed Fallon by the hair and pulled her to a vertical base. She reared back and smacked Fallon upside the face. The blow was enough to disorientate Fallon. Mila then grabbed her by the back on the neck. She ran and drove Fallon’s face into the nearest turnbuckle. Fallon was then blasted with a European uppercut as soon as she turned around. She ate another. And another. The final one ended up flooring her. Mila pranced around a bit and admired her handiwork before she made her way to the adjacent side of the ring. She then blazed in and looked to connect with a running dropkick.
But Fallon moved out of the way!
Mila was sent crashing into the corner turnbuckle as Fallon rolled underneath the ropes and rested on the ring apron. Mila was able to stand back to her feet after collecting herself. Nonetheless, she didn’t Fallon spring onto the top rope. Fallon fly through the air and hit her opponent with a frankensteiner. Mila scrambled to make it back to her feet, but she wasn’t there long as Fallon rolled through to hit a leaping ace crusher. Fallon forewent the cover as she kipped up to her feet. She hit the ropes, rebounded, and nailed a shooting star press. Fallon immediately went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
Mila was able to kick out, proving that she was still in the fight. It wasn’t long before wrestlers made it to their feet. Mila tried to go on the offensive by smacking her opponent with a few strikes, but Fallon put an end to that with a big overhand chop to the chest. She then grabbed Mila’s neck and kicked off of the ropes to landed sick tornado DDT. Fallon wanted to go for the cover, but Mila immediately rolled away onto her stomach.
After taking a moment to breathe, Mila was able to make it to her feet. And that’s when Fallon struck. She jumped onto Mila back and put on her Mouse Trap (crossface chickenwing). Mila instantly knew she was in grave danger. So before Fallon put on a body scissors, Mila swiftly back-peddled into the corner. Fallon’s back crashed against the turnbuckle. From there, Mila took ahold of Fallon’s hair and snapmared her to the mat. She gave Fallon a quick kick to the spine before she shot herself into the ropes. She rebounded and blasted Fallon with a soccer kick to the face. Mila then went for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
Flyin’ Fallon showed her resiliency this time as she kicked out just in the nick of time. Mila was obviously frustrated as she slammed her fist on the mat. She then stood up and pulled Fallon to her feet…
But Fallon slapped the taste out of her mouth!
The young woman hit the ropes and rebounded. She looked to hit a swinging neckbreaker. However, Mila countered by spinning with her. And from the referee’s vantage point, he couldn’t see Mila gouge Fallon in the eyes with her index and middle fingers. Fallon screamed out, but her cries were muted as Mila rolled her into a pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: And your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...MIIILLLA AINSLEY!
“Majesty” began to play as Mlia hopped up to her feet. The referee rose her hand before he released it and began to check on Fallon. The crowd attempted to boo Mila out of the building for tactics, but the Queens native simply smirked. She strutted about the ring for a moment before she exited and made her way to the back.
WINNER: Mila Ainsley via pinfall (Rollup - 9:14)
A black, brand new Cadillac Escalade rolled inside the parking lot of the Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon. The stained glass didn’t allow the camera to catch a glimpse of who was inside, but the three letters printed on the plate removed any doubt. As soon as the SUV stopped, the driver and passenger doors opened, two men dressed in a suit walking out of it. After a quick sweep of the surroundings, they went back to the car, positioning at each side of the rear door on the driver’s seat. The door eventually opened and Ryen Riekert, Head of Grace van Beek’s personal security stepped out, extending his hand to help the Diamond Princess out. A fourth man joins them, coming from the opposite side of the black SUV and the the small group was finally ready to move. The camera followed them down the hallways of the Arena hosting Pro Wrestling’s Neo Volume I, proceeding in silence with Grace walking amongst her bodyguards.
Miss van Beek shoot her contemptuous glances to the backstage workers who were staring at young owner of Millennium Wrestling Enterprise during her passing through the corridors, destination her private locker room. They stopped in the middle of the hallway, one of the guards breaking away from the pack and heading to one of the doors, opening it and stepping inside. Riekert glanced down at Grace, abandoning his stern and serious poise to give her a reassuring nod. And for a brief moment, the mask of concern fell off the Diamond Princess’ face, her lips curling in a light smile, the light blue eyes sparkling for just a fraction of a second.
Riekert brought his hand to his ear, nodding and signaling to Grace and one of his men to move once again, heading to the locker room. The door opened, and the first guard walked out of it, positioning himself on the doorstep while his colleague kept walking taking a stand on the opposite end of the hallway. Ryen and Grace stepped in walking into what looked more like a luxury hotel suite rather than a wrestling dressing room. As is her custom, classical music (Franz Liszt’s “Eine Symphonie zu Dantes Divina Commedia, S.109: IIb. Magnificat) was playing inside the room, a way to relax and refocus before the match. In the middle of the room there was a small table; on it, a fine ceramic vase with some Birds Of Paradise in it. Grace walked toward the bright orange flowers, leaning in to inhale their tropical scent.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "A marvelous choice, Ryen. These flowers remind me of home."
RYEN RIEKERT: "I thought you would appreciate them, miss van Beek."
He said with a satisfied smile, glad to have pleased his employer. Grace breathed in once again before putting them back in the vase and opening her bag, pulling out her ring gear.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "And utterly fitting. This is somewhat of a coming home for me. So many familiar faces from my days back in Johannesburg City Pro, Mr. Campbell, Mr. Nielson, Ms. Kuller and Ms. Valentine… Speaking of whom, would you please call her and set up an appointment? I would like to personally thank her."
RYEN RIEKERT: "Of course, miss van Beek."
As Ryen left the room, Grace sat on the bench, leaning her head back and closing her eyes for a few moments, letting the music cuddle her.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "Heaven or Hell."
She said opening her eyes.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "A tournament where losers advance, how ironic. I praise the mind of whoever created this stipulation, the perfect way to immediately skim the best, de facto separating the cream from the rest."
Grace stood up, taking a few steps toward the camera.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "I know you, Mr Fernandez. I know your accomplishments, both as a single or a tag team competitor."
Crossing her arms over her chest, she shrugged her shoulders.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "I rarely engage in social media squabbles. Most of you people cannot hold a proper conversation without turning into a deplorable and scurrilous ruckus, where whoever yells louder supposedly wins. I do not need social acceptance to legitimate myself. I do not need a whole hoard of people reminding me how good I am. I already know it."
Her bright red lips curled into a devious smirk.
GRACE VAN BEEK: I am not “a ten carat girl”, as you referred to me. I am that Grace van Beek, savior and conqueror of Millennium, I won titles in every company I competed, and nobody ever beaten me for them. Pro Wrestling Neo shall be no different. Even if I publicly praised you, that does not mean I, in any way, fear you. Your career speaks for yourself, but tonight it is all about who stays on top, and who starts sliding toward the bottom. And, make no mistakes, I belong amongst the firsts. I will, therefore, prove once again that I am.
One.
Cut.
Above."
With her haughty stride, she walked toward the door, holding it open.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "Now, if you shall excuse me…"
The camera leaves the locker room, cutting to the next segment.
The footage cross-faded to sepia footage of an old boxing gym. The camera panned the facility, drawing attention to pieces equipment far past their prime. Faded, threadbare pads. Rusted ironwork. Stained canvas. As the sweep continued, a voice that makes Patrick Warburton sound like a soprano began to speak.
NARRATOR: For how long now has the dignity gone from wrestling?
The camera swept along a wall of the room. Dusty photos of long gones heroes decorate the wall. Leon Kaiser. Rich Ruger. The Powers Brothers. Garry McCandlish.
NARRATOR: Dignity: Gone. Honor: Gone. Sportsmanship: Gone. And what stands in its place?
The camera zoomed in, allowing us to see just how tired the ring in the facility looked. It’s clearly not seen use in a long time.
NARRATOR: Sensationalism. Crassness. Blood, and violence.
The camera panned, revealing a man, steeped in shadow. It focused on him.
NARRATOR: Perhaps it’s time… time to return to the golden age of wrestling… when men were men… and fought with honor…
Silence.
?: FUNK NO!
The image suddenly shifted to full color, the shadowy figure being revealed as none other than the Funkiest Wrestler on the Planet… CASSIUS REED! The camera backed up at full speed, but Cassius followed, shadow boxing as he went.
CASSIUS REED: Ain’t no-one got time for that stone age bullshit. What’s past is past. It’s time for the future. The future is exciting. The future is for the brave. The future is for heroes to take this sport by the huevos, crack them open, throw them in a nicely seasoned pan, throw in some shallots and chorizo and fry themselves up a funky omelette of opportunity. You see, suckas… the future…
Cassius stopped. The camera zoomed into extreme close up on his face, as he flashed his trademark million megawatt grin.
CASSIUS REED: is CASSIUS.
The camera hung on his face for a moment… until a tiny cartoon chibi Cassius swung down from the top of the screen, holding onto a piece of string, before dragging a blackout down like a blind. There was black out for a few seconds, before the Chibi Cassius burst back into view.
CHIBI CASSIUS: AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!
With this the Chibi character turned, mooned the camera, and finally hopped offscreen, leaving nothing but darkness.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"SIMPLE AND CLEAN"
Hagen Lecktor vs. Christopher Kane
The crowd stares wondering who’s going to hit the stage next. “Bound For The Ground starts to play sending the crowd into a frenzy. The chants instantly fill the room as Hagen Lecktor steps out onto the stage.
Now starting out into the crowd Hagen begins talking under his breath, the excitement showing on his face. He places his hands around his mouth, closes his eyes and let's out a sigh of relief before making his way to the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing first...fighting out of Buford, Wyoming...weighing in at a 210 pounds...HAGEN LECKTOOOOOR!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Lookatmybabyboy.”
CERES BENTON: “Hagen Lecktor has made his first step into professional wrestling by signing with us. And boy, he has been through into the lion’s den for sure in this tournament.”
JIN FUMEI: “If he’s strong, he’ll survive.”
On his way, Hagen makes sure to continue showing love to his fans before he slides through the bottom rope, gets to his feet and stands there. Scoping the crowd once more Hagen holds up his signature H with his fingers before walking around the ring.
Leaning up against the ropes Hagen smiles while placing up his H again. He says a few words to the commentary team before he turns around and starts jumping in place. In a split second he runs up a turnbuckle and begins to try and get the crowd more hype. Hagen leaps down from the turnbuckle and takes a bow twice in different directions ready for the bell to ring.
The opening to “I Wear My Skin” by One Minute Silence begins to play through the arena. The lights dim down as the vocals kick in.
“I wear my skin like it's not a problem Or is it a problem for you? My past writes the page I walk on Today writes the past for I wage my war in the name of living Or is it the killing you choose? The pill is a bright condition The pain but the souls I use”
Stepping out from the back is Christopher Kane with his head down, hoodie on, hood up. The crowd cheers the second generation wrestler. Some time passes by as he just stands there. He finally begins to move throwing his hood back looking out into the arena full of people. No emotion on his face as he begins to walk to the ring. Some fans have their hands sticking over the barricade looking for a high five as they get one.
ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing from San Dimas, California, weighing in at 214 pounds, Christopher Kane!
Christopher gets to the ring, just standing there staring at it before looking at the crowd again. He jumps up to the ring apron bobbing his head to the music before leaping into the ring. Christopher unzips his hoodie going to the closest top turnbuckle going to the top to look at the crowd. He jumps down and backs into the corner taking his hoodie off while the lights come back to normal and song finishes.
DING! DING!!
An admiral sign of respect was shown as both wrestlers shook hands before the bell rung. Then things were underway. Hagen surprised everyone (even Christopher) by charging out the gate and nailing a dropkick. From there, he mounted Christopher and began to hammer him with a flurry of punches. Christopher did his best to cover up and block the blows, but a fair amount of strikes broke through his guard. It was clear that Hagen was anxious to get this match wrapped up and over with. A couple more seconds paused before the referee stepped in and separated Hagen from his opponent.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Hagen is so adorable, right?”
JIN FUMEI: “I have no opinion on Hagen’s looks but he’s bringing a rather infectious energy. He’s in the ring with Christopher Kane, one of the many spawns out of Brad Kane’s endeavors, and he’s talented if not a little rough around the edges.”
The referee reminded Hagen of the rules and told him to cool his jets as Christopher made it back to his feet. He didn’t seem too bothered as he cracked his neck; he knew the seriousness of the tournament. The referee moved out of the way as the match continued. This time, Christopher charged at Hagen. The Wyoming native looked to counter with a lariat, but Christopher ducked underneath it. He rebounded off the ropes and caught Hagen with a dropkick of his own. But the taller man remained on his feet. Undeterred, Christopher sprung back up and hit the ropes once more. He rebounded, leaped into the air, and caught Hagen with a headscissors. That move did take Hagen off his feet, but he was able to quickly recover by rolling through and clutching onto the ropes. But the ever-persistent Kane rushed him and blasted Hagen with a running forearm. The impacted knocked Hagen to the outside.
Christopher bounced on his toes a bit as the crowd started to get hyped. Once Hagen was back to his feet, Christopher shot himself into the ropes. He rebounded, jumped clear over the top rope, and soared through the air with a plancha…
But Hagen saw the maneuver coming and moved out of the way!
CERES BENTON: “OW, MY BACK--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “TMI, Ceres.”
Most people would have eaten shit on the dive, however, Christopher was able to account for Hagen’s movement in midair. Christopher landed on his feet like a spry cat, safe and unharmed. That is until Hagen spun him around and clocked him with a gamengiri kick to the face. He then took ahold of Christopher and slammed his dome into the ring apron. The referee tried to get both competitors in the ring, but after a couple of warnings, he started to administer the ten count:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
A stiff chop lit up Christopher’s chest; he gritted his teeth. He received another one. And another one. The impact of the last strike caused him to drop down to a knee.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Fearful of being counted out, Hagen quickly grabbed Christopher by the hair and tossed him into the ring. He followed shortly thereafter. Hagen darted in and dropped an elbow on Christopher’s chest before he went for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
The attack wasn’t enough as Christopher kicked out. Hagen nodded his head as he returned to a vertical base. He then grabbed Christopher and pulled him up. Hagen used his height and reach to blast his opponent with slaps while simultaneously keeping Christopher at bay. Hagen took a step back after the last blow connected; he then shot forward and drilled Christopher with a crane kick to the jaw. The move spun Christopher around. Hagen grabbed him by the waist and went for a German suplex; he then bridged into a pin:
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Smooth as butter!”
ONE!
TWO!
Christopher broke up the pin by rolling and getting his shoulder off the mat. However, Hagen maintained his grip. He stood to his feet and brought Christopher with him. After reaching a vertical base, Hagen popped his hips and sent his opponent backward with another German suplex.
But Christopher landed on his feet!
CERES BENTON: “He tried to go to the well too many times there.”
He ran and smacked Hagen in the back of the head with a forearm strike. He then before leaped into the air and drove Hagen’s head into the mat with a poison hurricanrana. Hagen clutched onto his neck for a moment; in the meantime, Christopher shot himself into the ropes. He rebounded and landed a shooting star press. He quickly went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
It was Hagen’s chance to show his resolve as he kicked out, forcing the match to continue. After a bit of time, both competitors made it back to their feet. Christopher reared back and cracked Hagen with a forearm. Hagen ate two more. Christopher went for another, but Hagen halted him with kesagiri chop. Hagen then fired in a knife edge chop, followed by another kesagiri chop. It looked as if the momentum was on his side—until Christopher drove a vicious knee into his sternum. Hagen started to double over. It wasn’t long before Christopher yoked his opponent up with a fireman’s carry. A nifty Hit by a Cyclone (fireman's carry Pele kick) to the head resulted. Christopher quickly went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
But once again, Hagen was able to kick out. This led to both wrestlers getting back to their feet, though Hagen looked a bit worse for wear. Even still, he was able to exchange strikes with Christopher. In the midst of the exchange, Hagen went for a discus punch. Christopher dodged it and then kicked out his knee. Mr. Kane shot himself into the ropes and rebounded with the Omega Finale (Sliding D). He immediately went for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: "Here is your winner and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament…CHRISTOPHER KANE!"
“I Wear My Skin” cued up as the referee rose Christopher's hand. Afterward, he walked over to Hagen and extended a hand. He pulled the taller man to his feet and told him he’d get em’ next time. The crowd showed its appreciation for both wrestlers. After a couple of moments, Hagen exited the ring and walked to the back. Christopher stood in the ring and soaked up all the cheers…
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “New phone, who is that?”
That’s why he never saw her coming—
CERES BENTON: “THAT’S--”
He turned around and got kicked square in the ding-dong. Christopher grabbed his lower region in agony. A stiff rolling elbow followed and connected with the back of Christopher’s head. He dropped like a ton of bricks. The camera then panned over to Tomoyo Hirate.
CERES BENTON: “TOMOYO HIRATE? WHY IS SHE OUT HERE?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “She’s helping with No Nut November, of course.”
JIN FUMEI: “No, you idiot! She’s teaching Christopher Kane a valuable lesson!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “To wear a cup?”
She stood tall over the prone Kane. A mask covered the lower half of her face, hiding her true emotions and motivations. The crowd began to boo her as she simply stared at him. After another moment or two, she took her leave. The referee came over to check on Christopher.
WINNER: Christopher Kane via pinfall (Omega Finale - 8:11)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Nov 25, 2018 22:01:51 GMT -5
SKYLYNN REED: “I want to make something of myself, y’know?”
The screen comes alive, showing Skylynn working out. The scene is intercut between weights, cardio, in ring training, and the occasional water break spliced in for good measure. The clip ends with her being knocked to the ground by her aunt and occasional trainer, Katrina Leone before flashing to Sky sitting on the ring apron.
SKYLYNN REED: “My career started a while ago, back in this place called GPW. “Girl Power Wrestling”. Looking back at it, it was a pretty lame place. I got what I wanted out of it and that was that, really.”
Clips of newspaper and internet articles detailing her car accident moved across the screen along with photos of her in the hospital, bloodied and battered.
SKYLYNN REED: “I bounced back, though. Started wrestling over in the UKWF. Only place I ever really did anything. Two tough matches, back to back in the same damn night, and I brought home a championship.”
Highlights of her holding up the UKWF Championship and parading around the ring came to the screen, which were quickly replaced by articles about UKWF’s closing.
SKYLYNN REED: “See, when I first signed there, it was just going to be a temporary thing. I was going to wrestle there for a bit, move on, somewhere bigger. Something better. But I got invested, things kept going my way, until they didn’t. After that? I spent a lot of time losing myself. I guess you could say I gave up. Then, I stopped feeling sorry for myself and decided to get off my couch and do something."
Clips of Skylynn’s bloody and brutal match with the every witchy Salem played on the screen. The kendo stick shots, the steel chair beatings, the final curbstomp onto the tacks and staples that netted Sky a victory. SKYLYNN REED: “Things are different now. I’m dedicated, I want this. I need this. Right out the gate we’re starting big, Heaven or Hell, taking on Fran. She’s decorated, sure. She’s great. But now, right now, it’s not about her. It’s about me, and I don’t care what I have to do, who I have to face, to be where and who I want to be.”
Paint it Black by VersaEmerge plays in the background of more of Skylynn’s training clips. Lifting heavier weights, running a faster mile, taking on Katrina and getting the upperhand. The clip ends back with Skylynn on the ring apron, unwrapping the tape from her hands and smiling at the camera.
SKYLYNN REED: “I want to make something of myself, y’know? Now’s the time to do it.”
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"FUNK AND SOUL"
Vicious Montana vs. Cassius Reed
"It’s not my fault your girlfriend like me,
I do her hard like fucking warp speed,
Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault,
That your Mom wants to fucking fuck me!"
As the intro to “You Suck” by Pour Habit blasts throughout the arena, out from the back bursts Cassius Reed! Slowly rotating in his gold lined black ring robe Cassius soaks in the atmosphere for just a moment. Spinning to face the ring, he shadow boxes at the top of the ramp a short time more, before posing, spreading his arms wide, and sprinting down to the ring at full pace!
ERIN LAMBERT: "Fighting out of Funkytown, USA, and tipping the scales tonight at 205lbs… he is “Mister Punch-Yo-Face”, Plan C, the Snake Eater, The Puppet Master, The Devil-Slayer, The Funky Dragon, The True Iron King, The King of Air, the Vanilla Thrilla, Mister Punch-yo-Face… CASSIUS! REED!"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "SLOW DOWN BEFORE YOU TRIP!"
JIN FUMEI: "I feel bad for Vicious. The young man in there is facing one of the most experienced people we have in the federation. Cassius Reed is possibly one of the most electrifying people to step foot in a ring. I have to say, he's my favorite Reed. Sorry, Aries."
CERES BENTON: "Talented with a healthy dash of brashness and bravado, Cassius Reed--"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "YOU MIGHT ROLL YOUR ANKLE!"
Sliding in under the bottom rope, he quickly rolls onto his back before kipping up! Giving a quick smirk and raised eyebrow to the referee, he turns and leaps to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, before whipping off his ring robe with a flourish. He poses just a moment at the top of the turnbuckle, smug grin on his face, robe hanging from his hand, before dropping back to the mat, consigning his entrance gear to the outside whilst he finishes warming up for the match with more shadow boxing.
DING! DING!!
The favor of the audience was with Cassius Reed, the familiar, charismatic face that they knew. He bounced around the ring with the normal swagger and confidence he normally possessed. Meanwhile, Vicious was on the other side of the ring, his eyes watching Cassius the whole time. Cassis rose his hand up to Vicious and the crowd and said promptly.
CASSIUS REED: “I’ll beat him in five.”
The crowd gave him a mixed reaction to it where as Vicious closed the gap, knowing the bell rang. A step up Enzuigiri caught Casiuss off guard and the rookie started to give him the hands. Cassius got out of it with a bewildered expression but wasn’t able to recover fast enough as he got caught with a Savate kick to the chest. Cassius fell to the corner, regrouping himself ever so slightly, but when he came from the corner, he only saw the rotation of Vicious’ body.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Shine on, you Crazy Diamond!”
Cassius hit the mat to the uproarious level of the crowd’s volume. Vicious, deadset on victory, picked up Cassius and picked him up onto his shoulders. The crowd were in hysterics, hoping to all that was holy that Vicious could knock off the former PW Rebirth Champion in record time. As he dropped him down for The Magician’s Red Flame (Go 2 Sleep), Cassius put up a sloppy block. He fell to the mat, feeling some of the impact but no one was any the wiser. Vicious went for the pin.
CERES BENTON: “He’s going to beat him in two! Count, ref, count!”
JIN FUMEI: “Hm.”
ONE!
TWO!
…
CASSIUS KICKS OUT!
The crowd deflated as Vicious fell back, looking a little amiss that his move didn’t put Cassius away. Cassius got up to his feet, thrown entirely off by the flurry of offense that caught him off guard. Vicious sized him up and came rushing in for the Gold Experience (Knee Trembler)! Cassius avoided it, sending Vicious into the ropes nearby. Unfortunately, Vicious’ neck caught the rope and sent the back of his head into the mat. Cassius looked around, stabilizing himself until he walked over to Vicious.
He brought him up to his feet, held him in place by the head, and looked down at his hand. One right hand to the face made Vicious stumble around. He turned back to a right jab that popped his head back, another one, and finally a left hook, but he managed to evade it. Vicious went behind Cassius and tried for a German Suplex but Cassius scouted the rookie move easily and broke away. With a spin, he caught Vicious with the end of the Pimp Hand Symposium, knocking spittle out of the young man’s mouth. As he tried to send Vicious into the corner, the young man found some spirit and reversed the whip, sending Cassius there instead.
Vicious tried to follow in but Cassius was ready. He soon followed up with Pussy on the Chainwax (Corner Springboard Handstand Sunset Flip)!
CERES BENTON: “I’m not going to call it--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “PUSSY ON THE CHAINWAX!”
ONE!
TWO!
…
VICIOUS KICKS OUT!
Vicious rolled backward, holding his neck. Cassius got up and followed up with Sweet Christmas (Sunset Flip Powerbomb)! Wasting no time to keep up with his vow, Cassius came down on Vicious with Plan C (Split Legged Corkscrew Moonsault).
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...CASSIUS REED!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I had my phone out for this match.”
JIN FUMEI: “Taking time?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Yup. 4:53.”
Cassius got up with his hand high in the air, celebrating that he managed to make his good time. He looked down at Vicious, nodding solemnly as he left the ring. Happy that he was able to keep moving forward, he told everyone that he said so about his quick victory.
WINNER: Cassius Reed via Pinfall (Plan C - 4:53)
Before the ring was set up at the Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Portland, the spectator area of the venue was empty. The lights were off in the concession stands, along with the huge monitors that were up high for the nosebleed seat ticket-holders. One would believe that no one has made their arrival, but that wasn’t the case as Lyza Reyes was seated about 15 rows upward, facing the center of the Coliseum.
She sat in a relaxed position, her eyes glued to where the center of the action would take place later on. Seconds later, she went on to introduce herself to the Pro Wrestling NEO viewers, thanking them for tuning in and again she looked at the designated space for the ring.
The camera shifted to face the center of the venue while Lyza stood up from her seat and took a few steps downward. She then appeared in the frame about 7 feet away from the cameraman and proceeded to express her thoughts.
LYZA REYES: I wish I could tell you that the last two and a half months flew by, but it hasn’t. Despite distracting myself with the usual everyday activities and routine, I missed the heck out of competing in a ring. I missed the pre-show jitters and backstage chaos. I’m grateful for the opportunity to continue to do this while feeling as though I have a lot of fight left in me.
A light chuckle escaped her.
LYZA REYES: I know I sound like I’ve been out of action much longer, but it sure felt that way. While some are going through intentional dry spells in the month of November, I will be breaking my spell of not competing tonight. The Heaven or Hell Tournament is that fresh start I’ve been seeking. As daunting as the name may sound to any God-fearing individual, I’m proud to get to say that I will be competing in it.
There’s no doubt that tonight’s Main Event will be what the name suggests, a Big Bang Cataclysm. Ezra Eden will get to experience the Space Age for himself. He doesn’t have to go by word of mouth or dig up blog posts that detail the accounts. Coming from a strong win at The Dark Web to being a “miss” at Hit or Miss, he has no intention of repeating any of that. Well, rest assure, Ezra, I’m not about those shenanigans. Even though I’m not a practicing Catholic like yourself, that freaking guilt still gets to me. (You know what I’m referring to.)
She dozed off for a moment, she seemed to have wandered off into her thoughts while looking away from the camera. Seconds later, she snapped out of it to continue speaking.
LYZA REYES: What do you say, Ezra? Is the Garden of Eden ready for another Big Bang? Sans the serpents and weak mortals, of course.
And with that, Lyza walked up the steps, getting closer to the camera, and as she stood next to it, the camera picked up her last word, “Ultra” before the scene faded out.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"TROLL THE PRINCESS"
Mariano Fernandez vs. Grace van Beek
The arena lights go dark, and the initial beat of "Trying to Find a Balance" by Atmosphere hits the PA system.
"DOESN'T TAKE MUCH AND THAT'S MESSED UP BECAUSE THESE PEOPLE DO A LOT OF SIMPLE SHIT TO IMPRESS US!"
As the ring announcer takes the mic, lowly and dimly, the lights begin to come back on...
"YOU CAN'T ACHIEVE YOUR GOALS IF YOU DON'T TAKE THAT CHANCE SO GO PRY OPEN THAT TRUNK AND GET THOSE AMPS, YOU KNOW-"
The lights explode back to normal, and the crowd goes wild as Mariano Fernandez stands at the stage.
"In the days of kings and queens I was a jester Treat me like a god or they treat me like a leper They see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance (No reason or rhyme!)"
He starts striding down the hall, slapping hands with fans along the way. Once he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he raises his fist to the air, receiving a HUGE crowd pop!
ERIN LAMBERT: "And now, ladies and gentlemen, introducing, from Buenos Aires, Argentina by way of Miami, Florida, DA "TROLL GUY, MARIANO... FEEEEERNAAAAAAANDEEEEEEEEZ!!!"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m not sure if I like this guy or I want to see him hit by a bus.”
JIN FUMEI: “That’s...dark, Elizabeth, but that would be a common theme for Mariano Fernandez. Talented as all hell, one of the few people to knock off Bronx Valescence last year, and a man that the Pro Wrestling NEO audience has been familiar with for a little while now, Mariano isn’t anything to take lightly. He hasn’t lined up some key wins as of late, losing recently to Andre Holmes for the 4CW Pride Championship. He has the potential to be a top champion here--but not if Miss van Beek has anything to say on it.”
"I'm trying to find a balance, I'm trying to build a balance (No reason or rhyme!)"
As the music dies down and the lights come back to normal, Mariano grabs the microphone from the ring announcer.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "FUS RO DAH!!!"
The lights in the Arena dim down as Ennio Morricone’s “Ecstasy of Gold” starts playing from the loudspeakers. The red carpet rolls down the ramp, anticipating the grand entrance of Grace van Beek. Ryen Riekert leads the pack of men dressed in black waiting on the stage for the Diamond Princess.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Making her way to the ring, from New York City, weighing in 123 lbs, miss van Beek!”
CERES BENTON: “It’s widely debated if Grace van Beek was the woman to outsmart the Smartest Man In Wrestling--marketing aside. However, many of our audience know of our predecessor, Johannesburg City Pro, and with that, you know who Grace van Beek is. She has gained some notoriety in her performances in Millennium but we know her also as the first and only JCP Mercury Champion. Her mind and how she uses it is something to behold. She has since added a true air of ruthlessness to make matters worse for her opponents.”
And there she comes, black leather boots and pants with the letters GVB printed in gold on her left leg, a black leather jacket with a diamond embossed on the back covering a gold top tank. A light make up to highlight her pale blue eyes. She walks down the ramp with a haughty stride, surrounded by her spersonal security.
Ryen Riekert climbs on the apron, sitting on the middle rope and lifting the top one, allowing Grace to enter the ring without effort.
DING! DING!
Both wrestlers were very methodical in the early moments of this match. Grace thought about shooting in on Manny, but he sidestepped her before she even had a chance to lunge forward. In fact, it was Manny struck first as he took Grace to the mat with a single-leg takedown. He took ahold of her leg and looked to transition into a single-leg Boston Crab, but Grace kicked at him with her free leg until she was able to break free. From there, she scrambled to her feet and charged at her opponent. Keeping his composure, Manny simply dropped her to the mat with a takedown and placed on a side-headlock. He tightened up on the move and increased the pressure. But although she was in a bad way, Grace’s mind was already thinking of a way out of the move.
She was able to twist and wrap her legs around Manny’s head. She cranked back on that headscissors until Manny was forced to break the hold. Afterwards, she maintained control of that neck. But Mariano was thinking as well. He rolled into Grace was in a seated position. He then hammered her legs with elbows. And when her limbs were sufficiently weakened, he was able to slip his head out. Manny leapt into the air and hit a stalling dropkick. It connected flush, which caused Grace to hold her face. But Manny powered her shoulders to the mat and went for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
Fortunately for her, Grace was able to turn and get her right shoulder off the mat. Manny nodded his head and began to stand to his feet. He brought Grace with him. Suddenly, Grace fired back with a couple of forearm shots. But a knee to the sternum cut her flurry off. Manny then grabbed her arm and whipped her into the corner. And as soon as her back hit the turnbuckle, Mariano came blazing in with a running forearm. The blow knocked Grace to the mat. Once again, Manny went for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
Grace was able to kick out. She rolled away to gather herself as Mariano stood to his feet and exited to the ring apron. Before long, Grace had made it to a vertical base. Manny sprung up to the top rope and jumped off. He flew through the air with his forearm cocked back to strike…
But he missed his target.
Grace saw the maneuver coming and rolled out of the way. She then got to her feet and hit the ropes. She sped in and clobbed Manny’s right calf with a chop block. Mariano dropped to the mat holding his leg. But there was no rest for the righteous as Grace pulled him towards the center of the ring and stomped down on that calf. Grace then dropped to the mat, grabbed that leg, and transitioned into a grounded stretch-muffler.
She started to twist that limb. Manny yelled out in pain. But the more he yelled, the more Grace contorted the appendage. Manny certainly thought about giving up right then and there. His hand hovered over the mat for quite some time. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead, Manny gritted his teeth and began to inch his way towards the ropes. After much struggle, he finally made it to the ropes.
Grace wouldn’t break the hold, of course. The referee gave her a stern warning before a five-count was administered:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Not wanting to be disqualified, Grace finally released the hold. She got up with her hands up but gently sent Manny to the bottom of the corner with a kick. She walked over and rested her boot on top of his knee, pressing down with full weight. GVB even stood up on the one foot, showing some great balance, but the pain writhed throughout Manny’s body until the referee came over to get her off. GVB stood off the leg and moved the referee out of the way. She came back in a running knee, rocking Manny’s head into the bottom turnbuckle. Once there, she left the ring and grabbed onto his legs. With a quick motion, GVB wrapped Manny’s legs around the post and applied a Figure Four Leglock.
CERES BENTON: “The torque on that hold must be killing him!”
JIN FUMEI: “No matter how, take out a man’s legs and he won’t be able to do much. It’s a gruesome but effective strategy.”
Before the count got above five, GVB released the hold and re-entered the ring. Manny held onto his leg, scooting away from Grace who stalked him the whole way. She kicked a propped arm as Manny tried to get up before putting her boot to the back of his head. With a vile smirk dawning on her features, the crowd let GVB have it. She ignored them outside of a simple stare. Yet, her next action appeared to be a direct response as she took a hold of Manny’s leg and started for a dragon screw. Manny, however, kicked her away with his good leg. Gritting through the pain, he rolled backward. Another feat of his determination came in way of him hitting the Arrow to the Knee (Dropkick to Knee), getting some revenge on the torment he was put through.
GVB flipped to the ground and it gave Manny some time to stretch out his leg. He caught Grace with a running clothesline to knock her back down to the mat. She avoided a second but he met her with an evasion of his own. Throwing a roundhouse kick cost GVB and it resulted in Manny hitting her with a Tornado DDT, using his one leg to bounce off the turnbuckle. He got up with a roar and moved over to the front of the fallen Crown Jewel. He ran off one end of the ropes and back again for the Stormcloak Elbow. He came down on Grace, who began to stir to her feet.
Manny smirked as he reared back his head.
PROBLEM? PROBLEM?! PROBLEM?
With a jet of Asian Mist, Manny brought Grace van Beek down to a knee. She struggled to wipe the mist out of her eyes and Manny measured her, heading for the TROLLFACE (Shining Wizard) but GVB reached out for the referee and shoved him into Manny. Manny managed to break Morgan Hughes’ fall and he went to hurry for GVB, who was trying her best to retreat. As he reached down, he didn’t see that Hughes’ back was turned. It was easy pickings from there for the woman lying in wait.
JIN FUMEI: “Low blow!”
Needing to be discreet, Grace van Beek simply struck him with a hard jab to the crotch. Manny doubled over in pain and Grace rolled him up, hooking his hurt leg in the process. Morgan Hughes turned to see the cover and came down on the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...MISS VAN BECK!”
CERES BENTON: “And again, someone steals away a victory!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “She was just helping Manny with No Nut November, Ceres.”
JIN FUMEI: “You can’t defend someone who uses Asian Mist. Grace was just lucky that it wasn’t the Black Mist, she could have been blinded for weeks!”
GVB left the ring with urgency, not letting anyone dissuade her win. She kept trying to get the mist out of her eyes, where tears ran down her face. Yet, she stood on the ring ramp with a smile on her face. Manny got up, shaking his head in disappointment over what transpired. Morgan Hughes came to help him up and Manny just nodded, telling him that he was okay.
WINNER: Grace van Beek via Pinfall (Small Package - 11:29)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Nov 25, 2018 22:18:40 GMT -5
Backstage, Francesca and Sophie El walked throughout the premises. Sophie busily ate away at something from catering, a whole damn pie, while Francesca was looking focused for her match against Skylynn Reed later on the night. Sophie kept pace with Francesca, casually pushing stagehands out of her path in an effort to make sure that her strut remained effortless. Any of them that strayed too close got a nasty look out of her, staying away from the youngest Kaiser.
SOPHIE EL: “Tonight’s going to be fun. We’re going to get you qualified for the top title and then we’ll watch you win and we’ll do everything that HKW wouldn’t let you do!”
Whilst soaking in the information, Francesca held her pet baby anteater in hand. She rubbed her palm over its head in caring fashion.
Meanwhile, the iconic competitor, Sophie El, known for both elite wrestling prowess as well as majestic speech, continued her point.
SOPHIE EL: “And all we have to do is make sure that Skylynn Reed just falls by the wayside like she alwaaaaaaaaaaays does.”
Sophie said her words in a sing-song tone, spinning around Francesca, but never getting in her path bad enough to obstruct it.
FRANCESCA: “Yo, Sophie, listen to this. When you took me back off them streets n’ bought me that newly minty pack of blonde extensions….I KNEW we was meant to work together in this wrestlin’ business.”
Once again, the Captain brushed a finger over the head of the baby anteater.
FRANCESCA: “N’ when I started lookin’ at the pack them extensions was IN...I thought to myself...Sophie, you n’ I are the best of both worlds wrestling has to offer. I’m from the grimiest streets n’ you’re the typa white chick that’s ALWAYS welcome to the cookout no matter goddamn what. You hear me?!”
The Undying stopped her movement to ponder on the response.
SOPHIE EL: “I mean, I was gonna be at the cookout anyways--BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER!”
She beamed at her tag team partner, continuing to keep pace.
FRANCESCA: “But yaaaaaaasah lawd, we gotta go in there for the win tonight. Skylynn? To be honest? Who knows what the hell to expect from her. I ain’t in no position to tell her she ain’t got shit to offer in this business because quite frankly...I ain’t done shit in over a year. The game evolves a lot within a whole year, and I might be outdated. I might not be able to GO like I used to against newer people. NEO sure as HELL ain’t bringin’ no bums off the street to go against no Franny so this is gonna be a real challenge for both of us. Gettin’ to the point where I can challenge for a championship again is a fuckin’ long road. But with you by my side?”
Franny placed an arm around the shoulder of Sophie playfully.
FRANCESCA: “I’m finna get it together. Anything’s gonna be possible here in NEO. Whatcha think?”
Sophie’s face reddened a little as she laid into Francesca’s body.
SOPHIE EL: “Of course, more opportunities than what we got in HKW. Brighter future and what not.”
She gently rubbed her finger on the head of the baby anteater while the two left the frame of the camera.
HEADLINE
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"PLEASE MUTE THIS MATCH"
Skylynn Reed vs. Fran w/ Sophie El
(Guest Written by Kyle / Miko Ayano)
Paint it Black by VersaEmerge hits the arena, causing the lights to change from their default white to a flashing of red and white. Smoke fills the entrance way before Skylynn bursts out through, a wide grin plastered on her face. She swipes down the hood on her jacket, hopping in place as she yells out to the crowd.
As she begins making her way to the ring, she engages a few fans with more excited yells. Once she reaches the ringside area, she pauses for a moment while bobbing her head to the beat of the music. Skylynn slips her zipper down and hops onto the ring apron, trailing along it so she can climb to the top rope where she extends her arms out wide, screaming out “I AM PHENOMENAL!”
ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing! From Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 126 pounds, SKYLYNN! REEEEED!
She climbs down to the inside of the ring and retreats to a corner, hopping back and forth as she awaits the bell.
"Yeah...
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God...
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side..."
"Flexicution” by Logic blared through the arena! The audience erupted into a swarm of boos for the New Jersey native. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to The Fleexican’s culture! Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her.
She held her customized Goat Head Stick in hand which only intensified the hatred the audience let be felt by the people watching Defiance in the comfort of their own homes. Fran stopped once she reached the middle of the ramp - lifting her free balled up fist up high… The strobe lights ceased, bringing the normal venue lights back into play!
"Like this that flexicution"
ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing next...Once again proudly representing her hometown of Bloomfield, New Jersey....Your Fleexican!!!!! FRANNNNNNNNNNNN-CES-CAAAAAAAA!!!
Fran proceeded on and rolled into the ring. Once she settled herself she moved towards the turnbuckle.
DING! DING!!
The crowd keeps it’s buzz going as the bell rings, Francesca stepping from her corner, mouth moving a minute a minute, no doubt talking trash while Skylynn nods, muttering some choice words back that - thankfully for the younger people at home - does not get picked up by the mic, as one the two women snap to and circle out from their individual corners.
They meet in the middle with a collar-and-elbow, both women struggling to gain an advantage on one another with their weight being roughly the same, but Francesca utilizes her shorter stature to get under Reed’s weight and starts to force the younger wrestler back! Thinking quickly Reed twists sideways and brings Fran into a headlock, cinching down and lowering to a knee.
Francesca manages to force the two of them back to a stand and backs Sky into the ropes, shooting her off, Fran slides down, forcing Redd to jump over her on the return, before leapfrogging her on the next pass, the New Jersey-based wrestler goes for a hip toss but Skylynn alters her momentum in the air, reversing the move to an arm drag! Sky rushes forward as Fran gets to her feet only to be met with an arm drag of Fran’s own design! Both women quickly get to their feet and shoot for a dropkick simultaneously, shoving each other away! Reed kips-up to her feet as Francesca rolls to a knee, both women freezing as they’re poised to continue, the crowd popping at their combined efforts.
Both women start circling once again, closing the distance as they side-step across the mat before finally meeting in the middle, the shoot in for a second collar-and-elbow but Francesca leads her straight into an eye poke! The New Jersey native ignores the admonishment from the ref as she bulldogs the blinded Reed to the mat! The Fleexican rises up, one knee resting on the back of Reed’s neck, driving the younger woman’s face into the mat while the crowd boos. The ref leans in, telling Francesca in no uncertain terms to drop the bullshit, to which Fran says she isn’t doing anything wrong… but only takes her knee off the back of Reed’s head when the ref enacts the five count.
Switching tactics, Fran keeps control of Skylynn by applying a tight front chancery while she’s still on the mat, slowly walking the taller competitor to a vertical base while controlling her head and neck, Skylynn tries to fire back with several shots to Fran’s abdomen, but gets quickly shut down by several knees to the head, her opponent stunned, Fran grabs hold of Sky’s right arm and tosses her to the mat with a textbook Ippon Seoinage throw, falling back on her little talked about Judo background.
Francesca - holding the arm on the mat - quickly drops a knee on Skylynn’s bicep, earning a shout of pain. Fran stands up, foot pinning down the younger woman’s elbow as she leans in to start giving Reed an earful… which is a textbook mistake as Sky’s foot shoots off the mat and catches the Fleexican awkwardly across the skull, sending the New Jersey native stumbling and giving Reed enough time to regain her feet, which she does, rotating her arm gingerly before rushing her opponent and dropping her with a running forearm strike!
Francesca quickly scramble to her feet, only for Skylynn to drop her with a second forearm strike! The third time Fran gets up she spots Skylynn coming in with a kick to the ribs! NO! Francesca catches the kick… THEN GETS BLASTED WITH THE LEG-FED ENZIGURI! Francesca takes two stuttering steps forward before flopping face down on the mat as the crowd pops.
Skylynn spots her chance and quickly climbs out onto the outside apron, sizing up where Fran’s trying to force herself up to her hands and knees, Sky springboards and flies off with a guillotine leg drop onto Fran’s head! She scrambles to roll the Fleexican over, hooking her leg for the cover!
...1!
...2!
...Th-KICKOUT!
Reed doesn’t waste time being frustrated her opponent kicked out, quickly grabbing Francesca’s leg, stepping over and leaning forward to sink in an STF, but the Jersey resident grabs the wrist of the arm she’d worked over earlier, keeping Reed from completing the clasp of the move, Sky uses her free hand to throw several clubbing forearms into the back of Fran’s head… and Fran responds by BITING SKY’S CAPTURED HAND!
The ref leans in to admonish the Fleexican but at the point, the point is made and Fran has earned herself enough wiggle room to escape the attempted submission hold. Sky shakes her hand angrily before rushing into the recovering Francesca, forcing the slightly shorter wrestler into the ropes as Skylynn raises her fist, looking to sock the Fleexican with the same hand she’d just bitten.
The ref, gets between the two, telling Sky to break because her opponent was on the ropes. Sky looks ready to tell the ref exactly why he can suck the nearest, largest and most turgid of dicks, but Fran quickly spots her advantage and reaches over the ref to rake Sky’s eyes before shooting around the ref, and pulling Reed into a schoolboy!
...1!
...2-KICKOUT!
Skylynn sits up as she kicks out, only to get dragged backwards into a headscissors lock! Fran SCREAMS at the ref to ask if Skylynn taps to the rudimentary hold, getting a puzzled look from the official before he shrugs and leans in to check anyway.
SKYLYNN REED: NO DUMBASS!
… and that answers that question as the ref backs away and gives the two women room to work. Sky rolls, head trapped between Fran’s legs she manages to flip the aggressor over onto her stomach, popping her head out Sky shoots across Fran’s body and locks in a grounded side headlock. She calls for the ref to check on Fran… this time the ref doesn’t even get to look confused before Fran flips the official the middle finger after a Fran gets one arm braced beneath her before she rolls onto her side, her other hands' yanks back on Reed’s hair, dragging the younger woman into a pin attempt!
...1!
KICKOUT!
Skylynn kicks back over to a seated position, still holding Fran in a side headlock, the two women work their way up to their feet before Fran rushes Reed into the ropes and shoots her off! Fran slides low but this time Sky cartwheels over the Fleexican and catches the former Hard Knox Wrestling mainstay with a knife edge chop before grabbing Francesca’s arm and shooting her into the ropes, Skylynn goes for a second backhand chop on the return but Fran slides under the chop, hooking Reed’s waist to swing her momentum around in to a headscissors takeover… which Reed handsprings with the momentum and back to her feet!
Francesca looks surprised but rushes forward and Reed reacts with a superkick, but being a student of the game Fran reads the move and ducks beneath the kick and counters with a kick of her own to Sky’s ribs before she hooks her head in a front chancery and running up the ropes looking for a tornado DDT!
NO!
At the apex of the move, Reed pops Fran into the air! The Fleexican lands on her feet and ducks low as she spots Skylynn shooting in for another superkick! Skylynn’s momentum carries her past the Jersey resident and Fran turns to give chase, sensing her opponent behind her Skylynn leaps low, coming back around with a Tiger Feint Kick to Francesca’s ribs!
Fran stumbles back to the center of the ring, clutching her stomach painfully as Skylynn gets the Fleexican’s range and springboards in with a clothesline that sends the slightly shorter woman down to the mat! She makes the cover!
...1!
...2!
...Th-KICKOUT!
This time we can see the frustration evident on Skylynn’s face, she slaps the mat before getting to her feet and running the ropes, coming back with a running kneedrop across Fran’s face, then gets up and does the exact same thing again! Fran rolls onto her stomach, hands clutching at her face… but Skylynn doesn’t let up and does it a third time, this time dropping a knee across the back of Fran’s head before rolling her over and going for a pin
...1!
...Tw-KICKOUT!
Reed shoots to her feet, begging Fran on to sit up so she can throw a grounded superkick… but the Fleexican wisely opts to instead roll out of the ring to take a powder on the outside mats.
Skylynn grins before running to the corner, hopping up on the second rope, springing to the top then leaping off, looking for a moonsault onto Fran but Fran has instead chosen to walk out of the path, leaving Reed to crash and burn awkwardly on the outside mats!
The Jersey native laughs before rolling into the ring and motioning for the ref to start the count, ignoring the booing of the crowd that’s obviously upset that someone would let the match end via count-out.
...1!
...2!
...3!
...4!
Fran has went to the corner on the far side of the ring and leaps up to lazily hang on the ropes, idly checking her nails while the count continues, on the outside Skylynn has sat up, leaning against the barricade as she gets her bearings.
...5!
...6!
Reed crawls from the barricade over to the outside apron, grabbing the cloth before attempting to pull herself up to a vertical base.
...7!
...8!
Skylynn rolls in under the ropes, breaking the count and earning a distasteful look from the Fleexican, who rewards the Australian’s show of heart with a chorus of insults, accentuated with solid stomps on the back of her head. Fran takes a step back, waiting for Reed to start to rise before she runs the ropes and comes back with a running neck snap! Fran stacks Skylynn up into a pin!
1!
2!
Th-KICKOUT!
It’s Francesca’s turn to be flustered by her opponent’s insistence on staying in the fight, she mouths to the ref that it was three, getting refuted by the official before turning her attention back to the task at hand. She stands Skylynn up, backing the stunned woman into the ropes and shooting her off, on the return Fran leaps high into a hurricanrana, but Skylynn rolls with the momentum, over-rotating to hold Fran into a flash pin
1!
2!
Th-NO!
Reed and Fran both roll backwards to their feet, Reed looks for a forearm but Fran hooks the taller wrestler’s arm and smoothly slides behind her into a backslide pin!
1!
2!
TH-KICKOUT!
Reed rolls through to her feet first and measures a rising Fran before throwing a superkick… but Fran steps forward, arms grabbing Skylynn’s outstretched leg and pulling it behind her head, into the start of a Stretch Muffler, before Francesca can sweep stable leg out from under the Australian, Reed rotates and rolls through, grabbing Fran’s leg as she brings the Fleexican down into a Grapevine Ankle Lock.
The ref asks Francesca if she submits and is summarily pie-faced away for his tribal. The Fleexican grits her teeth against the pain, planting her hands to the mat she starts shifting her weight, fighting against Skylynn’s advantageous position she twists onto her side after a moment, raising her free legs she kicks at Reed’s hands. Reed grits her teeth and tries to suffer through kick after kick to force the submission, but around the tenth boot to her knuckles her grasp breaks and Francesca pulls herself free, hobbling up to her feet and trying to get distance from the Australian.
Reed rubs her hands gingerly before getting back to her feet and rushing towards Fran - who’s now visibly favoring her left ankle - and shooting low for a chop block kick, but Fran hooks the ropes and lifts her feet, letting the Australian slide underneath her before coming down with a rope assisted slingshot splash!
Francesca shoots back up, she grabs Sky’s arm and drags her out to the closest corner, but falls, her left ankle giving out on her! Cursing, Fran sits up and rubs her ankle ruefully, obviously incensed by the traitorous limb before she gets back up and finishes dragging Reed the rest of the way.
Grimacing against her ankle, the Fleexican walks over to the corner and starts to ascend, no doubt looking for her patented Twerkscrew Moonsault… but the combination of her ankle slowing her down and taking too long to drag her opponent into position has given Skylynn just enough time to gather her bearings, as the Australian spots the New Jersey native on the second turnbuckle, she scrabbles to her feet and leaps up behind the Fleexican, grabbing the shorter woman’s shoulders and falling back into second rope lungblower!
Skylynn appears to be sucking wind for a moment, she looks around to spot Fran only a couple feet away from her, face down on the mat. Reed seems to get an idea and works against her exhaustion, using the ropes to painfully drag herself to her feet, she scales the corner turnbuckles before coming to perch up top, watching as Fran slowly rouses, no doubt looking to finish the match with an exclamation point with her For Someone’s Glory curbstomp!
Francesca encourages the referee, Ollie Summers, to get closer. She tells her that someone’s in her eyes, which opens a window enough for Sophie El to throw Skylynn off the top rope. Francesca moves Ollie out of the way and hits Skylynn with Split the Sky (Discus Big Boot), taking a page out of Sophie’s book for just the occasion. Francesca slumps down on her fallen opponent with a grin.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...FRANCESCA!”
And like clockwork, Francesca leans her head back while Skylynn’s out and lets out a loud…
FRANCESCA: “YES, LAAAAAWD, YAAAAAAAAAS!”
It was like she just got baptized or seen the Holy Ghost, which was somewhat approriate upon seeing her partner stand up from the outside, acting as if Fran won the match cleanly. Sophie rushes the ring and takes Francesca up into a big hug as the two celebrate their dubious victory over Skylynn. Sophie, in particular, boots the fallen Reed out of the ring while the partners parade around.
WINNER: Francesca via pinfall (Split the Sky - 23:01)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Nov 25, 2018 22:30:42 GMT -5
We found ourselves taking in the sight of the Veterans Memorial Coliseum, the venue of Pro Wrestling NEO’s Volume I. Standing a ways back from it to take it in fully, the camera then panned over to a nearby wall, wherein there was a poster for tonight’s event, showing Ezra Eden and Lyza Reyes, the two participating in the main event, along with those words that had inspired confusion, dread and excitement among those involved in it. Heaven or Hell.
And then from the side came a woman. Blonde hair, a smile on her face, she could be recognized as the woman strangely called the Perfect Evil, Evelyn Kuller. She looked to the poster quite eagerly before looking back to the camera, as she threw up a quick salute.
EVELYN KULLER: Hello! For those unfamiliar, I’m Evelyn Kuller! I wrestle n’ stuff, including for Pro Wrestling NEO!
A small pause followed, as Evelyn seemed to consider something.
EVELYN KULLER: Though I guess maybe I don’t need to introduce myself? It’s kind of late to do so, I’ve already been on a NEO show. Well, one of the specials before things got started fully, I dunno if that counts. It was under the banner but maybe I technically haven’t wrestled on a NEO show since we’re only numbering shows now with Volume One.
She then snapped her fingers, pointing back at the poster suddenly.
EVELYN KULLER: Oh yeah so Volume One! That’s what I wanna talk about!
A small pause, as a realization dawns on her.
EVELYN KULLER: Heh, actually I guess wondering about all that doesn’t matter since I’m not on this show.
She gave a quick shrug, smiling still.
EVELYN KULLER: Not complaining though! I love competing but I know it’s a big roster and sometimes someone has to sit out. That just means I’ll get to take this inaugural show...or sorta-inaugural...oh you know what I mean! I’ll get to take it in as just a fan! It sounds really nice actually, just sitting in the crowd with some popcorn and taking in a night of wrestling. Especially for one with a concept like this going on!
She briefly switches to a faux-serious voice, darkly intoning the words.
EVELYN KULLER: Heaven or Hell.
And then it vanished, back to the regular Evelyn.
EVELYN KULLER: It’s really an interesting idea, winning a match gets you out of the tournament and you only advance via losing. Right now I can only imagine the kind of feeling that would create, to advance in the tournament. I think it’s going to create some really...interesting situations, hm? Seeing those first matches, the reactions from winners and losers and how they differ from what you’d normally see. I think that will be very intriguing. A little preview of what may cross my own mind soon enough.
She thought for a moment on that, on her own upcoming day in the Heaven or Hell tournament. Despite the uncertainty of what it may hold, she still continued to smile.
EVELYN KULLER: I’m looking forward to it either way, really. Those experiences are what I live for. But my day will come. For now, it’s about the people booked tonight, and what an array!
She clapped her hands together eagerly.
EVELYN KULLER: There are people I’ve teamed with, people I’ve worked in the same company as-
She paused, suddenly raising a hand.
EVELYN KULLER: JCP Squaaaaaaad!!
And right back to what she was saying.
EVELYN KULLER: People that I’ve only heard of, and even those that I haven’t at all until tonight. They’re people I’m fans of, or will be after tonight. So many wrestlers looking to make that first impression in a new home, and I’ll get to take it all in, that’s so exciting!
She paused again.
EVELYN KULLER: I mean I guess I could say something about how it’s valuable scouting material for the future and bleh bleh bleh but that’s not really what I’m focusing on. I’m focusing on seeing a wrestling show tonight, under a strange new concept, with a roster of people looking to make an enormous splash and make NEO their own. It’s going to be a show to remember. And I can’t wait.
She flashed a peace sign to the camera with a grin before walking away, the camera focusing in on the Volume One poster for a few moments before fading away.
MAIN EVENT
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"THE BIG BANG CATACLYSM"
Lyza Reyes vs. Ezra Eden
The audience was still buzzing, lively as ever heading into what was now the most featured moment of the night. The camera system panned over many fans, catching signs of people supporting roster members such as Blaise Fader, Evelyn Kuller, Fallon Lockhart, and Will Neilson--who had been becoming quite the name as of late with his performance in the highly touted fatal four way street fight that occurred at Boogie Nights just a short while ago. Nevertheless, there was support for Erin Lambert as she entered the center of the ring. Her blonde hair bounced as she looked around the crowd, where the rambunctious lot were chanting her name.
”LOVE YOU, ERIN!” "LOVE YOU ERIN!”
She motioned for them to simmer down, which they did respectfully.
ERIN LAMBERT: “It’s now time for your main event of the evening and it’s scheduled for--”
”ONE FALL!"
ERIN LAMBERT: “Geez, do my job for me.”
The playful barb went over well.
ERIN LAMBERT: “One fall!”
The camera faded away from her to the entranceway. It focused on the gigantic monitor that occupied the majority of the stage. The color of the feed began to lose itself, sending everyone back to the good ol’ times of the Silent Film era. The iconic and subtly eerie moon from A Trip To The Moon appeared shortly before zooming in on the struggle of the woman soon to come out. Standing in as the proverbial rope between a US Spaceman and his rivals, a legion of diminutive aliens, Lyza stared out into the world before her with an exaggerated expression. Neither side seemed able to win the match, leading to a total blackout on both the screen and the arena. The playful music that accompanied the film faded away. Instead of old swing music, “In Distress” by A$AP Rocky ft. Gesaffelstein began to greet the audience.
”I’m something out this world, nothing like the rest…"
Like an astronaut coming down in a shuttle, a jet of smoke came out as Lyza Reyes made her appearance. The crowd responded to her with a clear adoration, rocking the arena for the loudest reaction of the night. Lyza smiled widely and nodded in appreciation to the “Lyzanites.” She started down the ramp with her hands out, tagging a few of the outstretched and lucky fans.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing first...making her way to the ring...from Queens, New York...it’s the Universally Dope...LYZA REEEEEEYES!”
CERES BENTON: “It’s like her theme says. Lyza Reyes is nothing like the rest. One stumbling block came in 2012 when she was signed to Victory Wrestling. What does one do after that? Take three years to help out the fam and come back stronger than ever. Lyza took Fight One by storm. She did some work in 4CW before making the leap to HKW, where she quickly became one of the people to beat. Universally popular and loved by many, Lyza kept pushing her way until she broke through the top and on the last of HKW’s existence, she became HKW World Champion.”
JIN FUMEI: “That was HKW, though. This is a new realm. There may be some familiar names. We saw Fran--I mean, Francesca and Sophie El play Skylynn Reed like a fiddle. Atwater got KTFO’ed. Finally, we all know that HENNY is out there waiting for his chance to prove the world wrong. However, they shouldn’t be her worry. She has the new legion of people coming into this new company to make their path. Momenum may be on Lyza’s side but--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Momentum’s a ho.”
JIN FUMEI: “Thank you, Elizabeth.”
Lyza has since made her way into the ring. Taking a slow walk to the center of the ring, Lyza took in the new atmosphere. Smaller crowd than what she may have been used to a few months ago, the PW: NEO rocked the venue louder, to which she couldn’t help but smile. Soon enough, she scoped out the crowd, pointing to the Lyzanites, who were rocking merchandise and screaming their support. Yet, the silence in the air told Lyza what was ahead.
A rather eclectic beat answered the silence, bringing a new flavor to the clear atmosphere of the arena.
'God. Revolution. Freedom'
'God. Revolution. Freedom'
In the mystical mantra and wavering vocals, “Falling Down” kicked up with a mighty energy. White smoke began to crawl onto the stage out of their little machines. Like an encroaching but gentle being, the smoke made its way down the ramp and circled around the ring. It was heavy, Lyza realized, but she was caught in the rhapsody flooding the arena. The crowd was feeling it, bopping their head to the rhythm. Dedicated fans knew the theme of Lyza’s opponent and danced to the beat of their own drum, just as Ezra Eden would prefer.
'Summer sun, it blows my mind
Is falling down on all that I've ever known.'
The camera caught many of the signs in the back, saying that they were in the Garden of Eden. The cycle of psychedelic lights crossed people’s features as a figure began to make his move from the back. The deeper tones of the fanbase made themselves known as Ezra Eden wandered out in the fashion he normally did. Sinking to a slight crouch, Eden took in some of the smoke. He let some of it out in small bursts, showing his body control before he took in some more of the light smog. In one loud gasp, he unleashed the buildup like a dragon on the mountaintop.
'Summer sun, it blows my mind
Is falling down on all that I've ever known.'
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing her opponent...making his way to the ring, from Llandudno, Wales, weighing in at 202 pounds, he is the Keeper of the Garden of Eden and NEO's resident Free Spirit...EZRA EDEEEEN!”
JIN FUMEI: “This young man is something I could call a prodigy. Even despite his reckless behavior, this man has taken the UK scene in his hands. Two matches into Evolution Wrestling and he made a landmark by becoming their first World Champion. He defined the company, he made it what it was, and now it flourishes because of him. He’s their beating heart and he is fighting for them, not only against the GOON SQUAD but here in NEO as well.”
CERES BENTON: “He’s a free spirit. He lives life without any inhibitions. That’s what makes him who he is and really plays to his talents. He can use that freedom to do anything he puts his mind too. That’s why he was so dominant as the champion until Mark Storm weaseled the belt away from him. Hayato Kageyama selected him for this match because he likes what he sees out of Eden.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m getting a contact high.”
'In time we'll kiss the world goodbye
Falling down all I've ever known
It's all that I've ever known."
Turning around with his back to the audience, Eden made his way down the ramp with his hands up in the air. Slowly stepping in time with his theme's beat, a smile stretched across Eden's face as he dropped to his knees, crossed his legs with his feet together and held his hands up high at the end of the ramp, entering a sort-of religious pose. More devoted fans send their energy to him as he began to stretch his body out. As far as his body could go, he laid across the entrance ramp with his legs crossed underneath as the music flows around him.
'A dying scream makes no sound Calling out to all that I've ever known Here am I, lost and found Calling out to all.'
Slowly rising back up to his feet from that position, Eden took two long strides before jumping up onto the apron of the ring, stomping his feet on the apron below them. For a moment, he and Lyza share a look, giving each other a respectful gaze before Ezra continued with his entrance. He then practically ran up the turnbuckle and draped himself over it, before rolling into the ring and up to his feet. He clasped his hands behind his back once more and looks up at the roof of the arena in the centre of the ring, before backing off into one of the corners, stretching himself out to prepare for the contest ahead.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “An alien versus a free spirit? Good thinking, Kageyama-san.”
DING! DING!
The bell rang and the two brought themselves to the center to shake hands. The crowd ate the action up as the two broke away for just a moment. The two didn’t approach one another again, merely walking the distance around the ring. Eden did so in his particular way, guiding his fingertips across the ropes. Lyza, on the other hand, stretched her arms out, making sure her attire was nice and ready.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Take a deep breath. It’s about to start.”
CERES BENTON: “What is?”
JIN FUMEI: “Yeah, what do you mean?”
Elizabeth let out a soft hum as what she alluded to earlier came to past. Lyza rushed at Eden, hitting a running hurricanrana but Eden effortlessly used a handspring to make it back to his feet. He replied to the attempt by using the John Woo Dropkick to launch Lyza into the corner. He rolled back to his feet and ran in for a jumping corner clothesline but Lyza snaked her way through the ropes, making him crash into the turnbuckle. She flipped over the rope, securing her leg around Ezra’s neck and looping through with a headscissors, but Ezra used another roll to get to his feet and prevent damage.
Springboard followed from Ezra, transferring the movement into a sunset flip. Lyza kept with the pace, reversing damage and getting to her feet. She went for a kick but Ezra lowered his back to the mat. Lyza jumped for a moonsault but instead of landing on Ezra, she landed on her feet while Ezra lifted his upper back off the mat, showing some remarkable core strength to get to his feet. He grabbed onto Lyza’s arm and whipped her towards the ropes. She went through the ropes, keeping herself on the apron in the same motion. Ezra came back, trying for a clothesline but caught Lyza’s shoulder in the gut. Lyza leaped over him, rolled off his back, and hit the ropes. Ezra provided some distance for him and went back into the ropes in front of him, throwing the crowd off. He hit a tiger feint to loop around and disorient the incoming Reyes. She bounced into the ropes but locked her arms around them to keep from repelling back.
When she turned, Eden sent her into the mat and back to her feet with a Japanese Arm Drag, followed by another, and finally a third. Eden came around her as she got up and hit a Snap German Suplex--that Lyza flipped out. The whipping force made her escape too swift and she stumbled into the corner. Ezra came at her fast but she barely managed to stop his advance and launched them both down to the mat with a Tornado DDT. Much to the crowd’s awe, Ezra sacrificed a bit of damage to the arms to soften the impact and get back to his feet with another handspring. He ran at the opposing turnbuckle, rebounded off using the second turnbuckle, and came at Lyza with a spinning elbow strike. Lyza’s immediate reaction was to throw herself up with a knee strike but their bodies ended up colliding, causing damage to both of them. The two hit the mat, finally exhausting whatever energy took hold of them in the moment of acrobatic bliss. The audience flung themselves into hysterics, hollering and clapping at the fast-paced spectacle.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “That’s what I was talking about.”
CERES BENTON: “I’m not going to even question how you knew about that, but WOW! You take two people’s natural ability and add in the want to entertain and one-up one another and you get that!”
JIN FUMEI: “That irritates me in one way but it amazes me in the other. They’ve might have spent a fair share of energy that they could have used later but I’m floored!”
The two competitors got back to their feet at the same time but Lyza’s leg came out quick, catching Ezra’s shin. She went higher with a thigh kick before trying for a kick to the kidney. Ezra captured her leg and spun her around before taking her down with an even faster German Suplex. Lyza got to her feet, holding her neck, heading to the corner. Ezra came to charge in but he stopped mid-way as Lyza tried to leapfrog over. He turned on a dime and caught Lyza with a back elbow, popping her head back. He sent his foot back into her gut with a back heel kick before turning fully around, ending his combination with an axe kick. Ezra went for the cover soon after.
ONE!
TWO!
Lyza kicks out!
Ezra then pulled Lyza up to her feet by the arm and hit a snap DDT. Another cover followed shortly.
ONE!
TWO!
Lyza kicks out again!
JIN FUMEI: “This is no longer a circus show but Ezra’s keeping the fast pace. If he can keep Lyza down, the rapid-fire moves will at the very least whittle her down.”
Ezra brought Lyza back up again but she came back with a sudden jawbreaker, sending him down to the mat. Immediately after, she secured a Fujiwara Armbar. When Ezra got enough space off the ground, he tried to roll forward but fell into Lyza’s trap. WIth an easy move, she locked him into a cross armbar instead!
CERES BENTON: “There’s the one weakness that Eden has. He’s not a technical wrestler. Lyza knows a few tricks in that book and she’s using them today!”
Ezra tried to elevate himself off the mat but Lyza’s weight on his arm prevented him from doing so easily. If anything, it applied more torque to the arm. He slumped back to the mat and rejected Sumiko’s question about him submitting. Ezra lingered in the hold while the crowd began to cheer him on, not wanting the match to end quite yet. It brought something out of him as he began to elevate his body once again, this time using only his legs to put Lyza into an awkward position--on her shoulders. Sumiko dropped to the mat to count.
ONE!
Lyza broke the hold and rolled to get some distance. Eden did the same but to be able to nurse his arm. The two returned to their feet but Ezra made the effort to get an attack in first. A kick to the chest sent Lzya back a few steps. She blocked another and when Ezra went for another, she tried to capture it, but it was a feint. Ezra caught Lyza with Lord, and Saviour (Palm Strike followed by a double foot stomp)! He couldn’t capitalize fully as he began to clutch his arm.
JIN FUMEI: “Damage was done; he was in that hold for a little too long.”
CERES BENTON: “The pain must be ripping through him right now.”
Eden patted on his arm and nodded, heading for the top rope. He came down onto Lyza with a Frog Splash but fell into her clutches as she got him into La Magistral!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
Eden kicks out!!
Lyza got to her feet quickly and caught the rising Eden with Omai (Running Blockbuster)! Eden smartly abandoned the ring but Lyza was hot on his trail as she came flying out like a bullet with Lyza’s Comet (Suicide Dive). She nearly sent Ezra over the barricade but she grabbed him and sent him back in.
CERES BENTON: “Ezra looks to be out of it!”
Lyza climbed the top rope, looking for Pura Vida but Eden began to get up. Disregarding the prior idea, she leaped off for a diving Hurricanrana but Eden caught her in mid-air. With an impromptu Buckle Bomb, Ezra was able to turn the tide and when Lyza came out, he caught her in the head with Pilgrim’s Path (Jumping Spinning Heel Kick)! Lyza fell to the mat and Ezra followed her down, collapsing onto her.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE---
…
LYZA’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!
Ezra noticed it and shook his head, knowing that it was a costly mistake. Nevertheless, he brought Lyza up and down to the mat with a front slam. He climbed the ropes and checked behind him. Launching himself with a moonsault, he failed to see Lyza move out of the way or so people thought--
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Wow, he’s cool.”
Ezra landed on his feet and connected with a John Woo Dropkick, sending Lyza into the corner and down to the floor. He ran back in and caught her with a cannonball senton and dragged her out. He hit the top rope this time a lot faster, opting for a double jump and came down with a moonsault. He went for the cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
Lyza kicks out again!
Eden gritted his teeth in minor frustration, getting to his feet and waiting for Lyza to get up. The crowd was behind both competitors, waiting for Lyza to get to her feet. Once she did, Eden spun around for the Hand of God. Lyza ducked underneath and hit him with Cosmic Voyage (Frankensteiner) immediately! She went for the cover quickly herself.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
Eden kicks out!!
CERES BENTON: “They’re throwing their best shots and nothing seems to be that kill shot!”
JIN FUMEI: “That is what it means to be in the main event, Ceres! You can’t be willing to fall! You have to grit your teeth and fight through everything! Especially with that damned stipulation of the Heaven or Hell Tournament lingering in the air!”
Lyza was waiting, breathing heavily, but waiting. When Ezra began to get to his feet, Lyza got to the top rope. She measured him and jumped off. Ezra came underneath her but that was the plan all along. Lyza landed behind him and turned to catch him in a rear waist lock. She tried for the Quantum Connection (German Suplex) but Ezra replied with a back elbow. Lyza stepped back and came at him but Ezra hit a whole backflip over his charging opponent. He came flying in for Eternal Bliss (Backflip over a running opponent, followed by a Hurricanrana). He sent Lyza into the mat but she resisted hard enough to be able to reverse the takedown into a Muta Lock! Ezra desperately tried to work his way out of the hold, lifting his body up but he was stuck.
He started to fade, bringing the head referee over. She kneeled to the ground to check on him, seeing him fading. Ezra shook his head “no” but it was looking worse and worse for him.
Until he managed to pry Lyza’s hands from under his chin.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “He got out. I thought he was dead for a second,”
Lyza fell to the mat and Ezra rolled away from her. He used the ropes to help himself up. Lyza crept to her knees but Ezra ended her recovery with an Axe Kick. In a hurry, he brought her up and kicked her in the gut. He bounced off the ropes and tried to take her down with Aeternus (Flying Scissor Kick) but Lyza moved out of the way, hurling herself off the ropes. Launching herself forward with all she had left, Lyza took Eden down with Omai (Running Blockbuster)!
Digging down deep, Lyza crawled to the bottom of a turnbuckle and heaved herself onto the top rope.
It was now or never.
Lyza took off with Pura Vida…
Ezra began to make motion on the ground.
…
…
AND SHE CONNECTED!
Lyza then weakly put her arm over Ezra’s chest, leading to Sumiko falling to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!
EZRA GOT THE SHOULDER UP TOO LATE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...LYZA REYES!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I think I need a cigarette.”
JIN FUMEI: “Acrobatics, willpower, and clever counters--that’s what this match consisted of on paper but when it’s the main event, it’s the little things that will make a winner. The way that Ezra favored that arm, the tidbits of legwork, Ezra’s adaptable thinking--these were all in there, but it took just a little more in the tank for Lyza Reyes to win this match. To be honest, Elizabeth, I’m there with you.”
CERES BENTON: “With Lyza rounding us out tonight, we now know who will be advancing onto that top stage that Kageyama-san has yet to announce and we know who will have to suffer through the 2nd round. I’m honored to be able to say that this has been Volume I of Pro Wrestling NEO! Tune in next time for hopefully less cheating and more crazy stuff like this!”
The show began to wrap up with Eden getting back to his feet, obviously disappointed that he came up short. The crowd’s fanfare and their praises for his efforts brought a small smile to his face. Lyza approached him, offering another handshake. Eden took it graciously and gave her a honorable bow before letting her enjoy her moment in the spotlight. As the closing credits came up, the viewers at home last image was Lyza Reyes with her arms high in victory.
WINNER: Lyza Reyes via pinfall (Pura Vida - 20:40)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
