Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 6, 2019 14:04:15 GMT -5
PRO WRESTLING NEO - VOLUME III LIVE FROM THE MANDALAY BAY EVENTS CENTER IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
SKYLYNN REED: “DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW?”
The camera feed cuts to outside of Mandalay Bay, live and in color in Las Vegas. Skylynn stood there with a wide smile on her face, wearing one of her old “I Am Phenomenal” t-shirts and blue jeans. Having been pulled from her match, she wasn’t dressed to compete, but alas….
SKYLYNN REED: “You’d think I’d be mad. You’d think I’d be upset. You’d think I’d walk out, being pulled from my match. KAIJU didn’t want this work, because I’m not some little person he can step on. I’m a Jaeger, you can call me Gypsy Danger, and he’d have been put down. But what’s that matter to me? This is my show. They don’t want to admit it, the staff here. They stand idly by while I get screwed, so I take matters into my own hands and make it so they can’t deny me…”
She smiled with the slightest roll of her eyes and flick of her hair. She lifted a finger and motioned for the cameraman to follow her as she walked up toward the front entrance of the arena. She stepped in without a care, even knowing she wouldn’t get much further, stopping before the security checkpoint. The few fans not in their seats stopped and stared, nearly charging at the star before them.
SKYLYNN REED: “Yet here we are, ladies and gents! The realest of the real, the only one on this entire roster that is going to tell you how it is, tell you what it is, she’s being screwed again, but that’s alright. Because I’m not an ass kisser, I’ll be overlooked. Because I’m not going to bend over for ANYONE in this company, because they don’t deserve a second thought in my mind, let alone anything else, I’ll be pushed aside for people like Fran. For people like Sophie. For people that, in the grand scheme of things, DON’T matter… Because they aren’t me. I’m sure right now, our fearless owner is debating pulling this feed. My words shouldn’t be heard because they’re true. That’s why you’re supposed to hate me. That’s why you SHOULD hate me. This country which is founded on lies, which endorses lies, this country can’t handle the truth. The top talent here are WEAK, they’re FAKE. I’m not.”
Again, Skylynn smiled and walked further into the arena, pushing past the fans that had gathered about, many of which screaming in her face. Using said fans, she pushed her way through security which tried their best to maintain order and keep her out, yet she found herself slipping through a side door. The camera that had been trained on her stayed focused on the mess that had taken hold of the Mandalay Bay lobby.
After a quick cut, however, a new angle was focused on the stage, live and in front of twelve thousand strong…
Skylynn stepped out onto the stage, holding a finger up to her lips as if it were some grand secret. Reaching to the back pocket of her jeans, she removed a microphone that she managed to swipe before heading out. After tapping it a few times to see if it were active, causing an echo across the arena, she nodded her head and continued.
SKYLYNN REED: “People like Brytain Rollins, or Bo Fontenot, they aren’t real. They’re fake family, fake friends. People like Venus LaCavalier, she’s fake. Addison McKinley, or Jordan Parker Kane, they all have something in common. They latch themselves to ME, because it makes them mean something.”
She was interrupted by a chorus of boos from the crowd, who until now had been listening with interest. Sky merely waited, the microphone dangling between her fingers as she advanced toward the ring. Mockingly, she reached a hand out and slapped a few eager fans on the hand before she took her time rolling into the ring. With an eye roll, she advanced herself to a corner and perched herself on the turnbuckle.
SKYLYNN REED: “Those of you who are booing, you’re fake too, because at the end of the day you’re just like them. You hate me but you latch onto me and hope I make you mean something, but you’re never going to. And believe me, I tried. I tried to be like that. I tried to play it nice. I tried for a long, long time. You know what all of that made me realize? Fakeness is weakness. And maybe you don’t want to hear that, you fans or the people I’ve called out. You don’t want to hear that your bubble is a false sense of security. But I’m real, and you hate that. You hate that someone is going to tell you that your heroes are false gods and that you don’t matter to them. Your heroes, like Brytain, who only want to come to MY SHOW to make something for themselves, not for any of you. Your heroes like Bo, whose biggest claim to fame is finding her way to my bed. Your heroes like Jordan, who only has a place in wrestling or MMA because his mother slept with the right Kane. But again, they have something in common; they don’t care about you, so stop acting like you matter.”
A group of referees and security advanced down toward the ring, urging Skylynn to follow them to the back. She slid off the turnbuckle and stood tall in the middle of the ring, shrugging.
SKYLYNN REED: “You don’t tell me what to do. This is MY show, and nobody dictates when I’m done but m-...”
Her microphone was cut off, forcing her to smile. She threw the microphone angrily at the mat and rolled out, most of the crowd continuing to give her a piece of their mind. With a huff reminiscent of a pout, she threw her leg over the barricade and traversed her way up the nearby steps before disappearing back to the lobby.
OPENER
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"TRIALS AND TRIANGLE CHOKES"
Fallon Lockhart vs. Nina Stokes
Fallon stared at Nina from across the ring, sizing her up for a moment before letting her natural energy course throughout her body. Nina was a statue, her eyes never leaving from Fallon. When the two began to circle the ring finally, Fallon decided to dart in but Nina’s general presence made her stop and step back (like James Harden). Nina smirked faintly and gave Fallon the room to work.
CERES BENTON: “Fallon made a smart move there, opting not to go at Nina right away. Though she’s young, the matches that she has experienced has given her a bit of awareness.”
JIN FUMEI: “She just wants to take her time. She has enough of it to last her.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Until Frank the Tank decides to--”
Nina put up her finger for a second to Fallon. There’s a clear confusion riddled on her face as Nina exited the ring. She pointed to Elizabeth, telling her to not call her that. She got one more time to do that. Elizabeth’s eyes widened while her partners moved away from the spot, knowing that there was a potential outbreak lingering in the air. Elizabeth looked frantically to both of them.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Wait, where are you two going?”
CERES BENTON: “That’s on you, Lizzie.”
JIN FUMEI: “You’re going to have to deal with the consequences.”
Yet, Nina returned to the ring, motioning for Fallon to come back on. The two circled the ring for a moment before locking up. Fallon was quick to try for a neckbreaker attempt but Nina reversed around it. She applied a standing headlock, which Fallon responded to by falling back towards the ropes. Nina gave her some room and Fallon ran off the ropes. She looked as if she was about to springboard off but she dropped to the ground.
Nina awaited Fallon’s descent down but she nodded at Fallon’s act not to dive off. When she turned, though, Nina smacked her across the face. Spittle hit the mat and Fallon just held her cheek for a moment. Nina held up her arms, telling her that she was going to hit her again if she wasn’t ready. Fallon dodged the oncoming strike but Fallon weaved under it. But Nina’s elbow caught her in the lip, pushing her back. Fallon checked for blood and ducked to evade a decapitating head kick.
Fallon shoved Nina back into the ropes, holding her there before she managed to get a few steps back. She avoided another slap but Nina’s knee came up to catch her evasion. From there, Fallon’s guard was opened up, igniting the crowd in a panic. Nina began to throw punches in bunches, catching Fallon all the way until she was able to stop and brought Fallon down with a well-measured lariat. Fallon hit the mat and Nina rested her foot on top of her chest with a haughty smile.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nina looked down at Fallon and shifted her foot to her throat, putting her entire weight. Referee Ollie Summers came to break it up, which led to Nina trying to spark a casual conversation with her. Fallon pried herself free and rolled out of the ring. Ollie warned Nina about her actions and Nina replied by telling her to hold that thought. She ran for the turnbuckle, jumped onto it with ease, and came down on Fallon with a dive! Nina quickly brought herself back to her feet, took Fallon up, and sent her back in. When Fallon propped herself on her hands, trying to take in the air, Nina got it out of her system with a kick underneath the ribs. Fallon hit the mat, rolling over. While she writhed in pain, Nina sauntered over towards her, trying to step on her hands.
CERES BENTON: “Is she trying to break her hands?”
JIN FUMEI: “No, she’s trying to push buttons but if you don’t know Fallon, she’s dedicated to her mindset about staying positive. It’s going to get real bothersome for Ms. Stokes in a moment. Anything you would like to add, Ms. LeSage?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m gucci.”
Amidst Elizabeth’s reluctance to say anything, the crowd heard an audible crack as Nina caught Fallon in the side of the jaw with a boot. Fallon fell into the bottom turnbuckle and Nina pressed her foot square against her face. She began to stretch her leg out while keeping Fallon there, once again encouraging Ollie Summers to come at her. Nina told her that Fallon made a good prop for her leg. When Ollie started to count, Nina just gave Fallon a stiff boot to the face. The sound was harrowing and the crowd reeled. Nina stepped back, allowing Ollie to get down to try to help Fallon. Blood began to pour out of the young woman’s nose, a natural reaction to such a hostile act. Ollie asked her if she wanted to quit the match, indicating that she may have a broken nose.
Nina had her back turned but she faintly listened on. Soon enough, Fallon just adjusted her nose and got up. Nina looked back at Fallon, who merely dragged her forearm across her nose, whipping the flourishing blood away. Nina shrugged, saying that it was okay to quit. Fallon replied by saying that quitting wasn’t an option here. Yet, Fallon never bothered to look at the blood on her forearm. She stiffened up and pressed forward. Nina came forward, trying to match her speed, but Fallon was a hair faster. She evaded Nina’s oncoming strike, a shoot kick, and weaved around her. She climbed onto Nina’s shoulders from the back, twisted about, and scored a hurricanrana. Nina crashed into the mat but quickly got back to her feet.
CERES BENTON: “Fallon’s one of the fastest people we have on our roster! She needed that burst and that chance and she took it!”
JIN FUMEI: “Nina has to snatch control back from this little--she has to keep the match in her corner. Imagine how embarrassing it would be to lose to her.”
Fallon came at her, scouting a kick, and hit a quick shin breaker on Nina. From there, she secured the arm and tried for an arm twist but Nina followed through. Unexpectedly, Fallon hit a cartwheel to disrupt the pressure and grip and got the arm twist back in her favor. She brought Nina down to the mat and dropped down with a leg drop to her arm. Fallon got back up, giving Nina some space. She went for a low dropkick but Nina pushed herself up. A double foot stomp from Nina was safely evaded and Fallon hit a kip-up. Nina caught the move but Fallon’s flexible and acrobatic nature caught the better of Nina. She sent her to the mat with ease and Nina rolled in just the spot that Fallon needed--the corner.
The Southside Parkour Champion went for her Tornado DDT but Nina stopped her ascent. Fallon, instead, re-routed to the outside apron. Nina turned around into an elbow, which gave Fallon enough time and room to jump back into the ring onto Nina. With a good hint of momentum, Fallon brought Nina into the mat with the Tornado DDT! Unfortunately, experience played its role as Nina rolled out of the ring on instinct. Fallon fell to the ground, trying to catch her, but it was to no avail.
JIN FUMEI: “Experience beats talent and drive on many occasions. Fallon hit a beautiful move but it wasn’t enough to put Nina down.”
CERES BENTON: “It might have set her up if Nina hadn’t gotten out of dodge.”
As Fallon sat there, she looked down, and she caught the blood dripping on the mat. In retaliation, she fell back on the ground, her eyes wide with shock over how much blood she was losing. She closed her eyes and got to her feet, knowing that deep down, she had to keep pushing through. Fallon looked to the opposing ropes and ran off them, looking to fly out of the ring. Yet, when she did, she noted Nina moving out of the way. Fallon converted the move to flip over the rope and onto the apron. As she turned, she tried to come down on Nina but then--
JIN FUMEI: “What is that fan doing?”
Commentary and Ollie couldn’t see it clearly but Nina smacked (accidentally or on purpose wasn’t clear) a fan’s beer into Fallon’s face, blinding her on the way down. Fallon hit the mat, crying out in agony. Nina looked over to the fallen girl and shook her head. She sent Fallon back in the ring before sauntering over to her with a much more lethal glare in her eyes. She grabbed Fallon’s arms and held them as she began to unleash a barrage of horrific stomps on the the young girl. When Ollie came over, Nina snarled at her and rested on top of Fallon, battering her with forearm strikes. Ollie finally managed to get Nina off Fallon, who stood up with bloody fists raised high in the air.
It was only a matter of waiting for Fallon to stir as Nina awaited to strike her down with Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows. Fallon got up while Nina was heading towards the corner, rushing behind her and trying to force her into her Arm Trap Suplex. Nina didn’t let her lift her up and Fallon’s fatigue caught up with her. She stumbled back and it was only an open target for Nina to strike her down with the fatal knee strike. Nina covered Fallon, hooking the leg with a disturbed look.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE---
KICKOUT!
The crowd went ecstatic upon seeing Fallon barely get the shoulder up. Nina got up and went to her corner. Fallon began to stir and Nina took aim at Fallon. She began to rush in again, not caring about the fact she kicked out. All she saw was another person to put down, but as the knee came out, she stopped.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
Because Fallon fell face first into the mat. Ollie Summers nearly tackled Nina back. Ollie called for the bell and Nina left the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Referee Ollie Summers has called an end to this match. Thus, the winner of this match and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...NINA STOKES!”
The crowd doesn’t know how to exactly react. The boos for Nina were there but there was a concern for the fallen woman in the ring. However, Nina gave them a reason to boo as she snatched a bottle of water from Elizabeth’s side of the table. She took a long drink before hurling it into the ring onto Fallon; she kept on her way out of the arena.
CERES BENTON: “The viciousness of Nina Stokes has finally come fully forward, along with the latent disrespect hidden underneath. Fallon...she put a great fight but a lot of illegal strikes put a countdown on this match.”
JIN FUMEI: “Don’t get sentimental. Nina did what she needed to do to win like Hayato asked, now she’s out of this godforsaken tournament. Fallon froze up and that’s her own fault.”
CERES BENTON: “But the water bottle was--”
JIN FUMEI: “She told Fallon to clean herself up. Ha, I love it.”
The crowd began to clap for Fallon as she started to get up on her own accord. She did use Ollie for support as she saw her legs were a little shaky. Once out of the ring, she outstretched her hand to the fans with theirs out. The clapping didn’t stop until she was behind the curtain.
WINNER: Nina Stokes via referee’s stoppage (17:10)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 7, 2019 0:02:36 GMT -5
The camera cut backstage, where DA #TROLL GUY Mariano Fernandez, dressed already in his wrestling gear, with his trusty leather jacket slung upon his back, was found standing up, face up staring at the ceiling lights of a storage area
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "In this struggle between HEAVEN and HELL, mang, it seems it wasn't my fate to go to heaven. Not yet, as of least."
At that point, he lowered his head, then his gaze met the rolling camera.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "But I suppose that was just meant to happen, chicos, 'cause I've never been an angel, nor have I been a daemon either. I am simply a mortal, a human being like you watching from the other side.
But what is it that makes us human, mang? What sets us apart from either celestial or infernal beings?"
He raised a hand, in a gesture of comprehension.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "I know, mang, some of you, like myself, might not believe. That ain't the point here. Let's suppose these beings somehow existed, for that's what this tournament is based on. We humans belong neither to Heaven nor to Hell - we belong on Earth, in this mortal world that we dwell in, and one for that either angels or daemons, try as they may, will forever be out of reach. Why is that? Because we humans, men and women alike, mortal and flawed beings as we are, have the ability to change, mang. Angels will forever be angels, daemons will forever be daemons, but us human beings, we can BECOME what we want to be, mang. We can be either the noblest beings that have ever graced the earth, or the basest, most depraved creatures ever to have defiled it. But that ain't something inherent to our nature, mang. That's a matter of decision."
His raised hand clenched into a fist, signaling determination.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "And with THAT power of decision comes the innate willpower each and every one of us have. Dormant perhaps in some people, fully materialized in others, but unique to every human being, and with as many forms as there are people in this Earth. So for us that still remain in this HEAVEN OR HELL tournament, as like the lost souls that have sins to cleanse in Purgatory before finally being allowed into Heaven, that's what's left - that's what we, and I personally, will have to rely on. For to me, this round of the HEAVEN OR HELL tournament is about redemption, mang - as is every single defeat that I suffer, that makes me cling to the place I am to eventually overcome. Such has been in 4CW throughout the year, Vengeance Pro when I first arrived, Seattle Pro when they brought me to face their then World Champion, Southside Wrestling when I was invited in - and since losing my first match here to Finn Whelan, such has been here as well."
Mariano nodded once more to the camera.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "My opponent Sophie El will be looking to be reunited with her friend Francesca, at whose side she was when the latter made her debut in Vol. I - looking for opportunities that were denied to them in HKW. I know that she styles herself the Undying, perhaps to give the impression that no matter what is thrown upon her, she will not fade away. A commendable attitude, to be certain, and one that I can certainly identify with."
At this point, he cocked his head to the side, in a show of curiosity.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "But let's put that to the test, shall we, mang? What has someone Undying to fear? What is the value of immortality? What USE is there in being immortal, if we know that come what may, we'll always survive? If one is immortal, undying, they should know no fear, for there is nothing that could harm them. And if there's nothing to harm us, there is nothing to change. Nothing to evolve. Nothing but a constant dragging out of days, unchanging but stale - as an insect encased in amber, mang. Undying - and yet unliving. Unable to prosper - unable to become better than what one inherently is."
Following that, he shook his head no, with a sly smile on his lips.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "And I know that ain't something I want, mang. Grace Van Beek might have bested me and sent me to this proverbial Purgatory, but I know I ain't undying - and thus I HAVE to fight like my life depended on it - because it does. For me this is more than Heaven or Hell, if both of either of those exist. For me, this is about redemption - about release. About realizing, through sheer human spirit, the feats that neither angels nor daemons can achieve - for it's not THEIR deeds that are questioned, celebrated or reviled in the stories born of human creation, mang. The greatest of good, and the greatest of evil, can only be caused by humans - mortal, finite, and yet those who can truly live."
After this, Mariano took one step forward, and slammed his right fist on his left palm.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "So come, Undying, and witness, in this round two or HEAVEN OR HELL, what it means to be mortal."
He turned his back to the camera, taking a few steps away, but stopped for a last instant, to turn his head to the side.
MARIANO FERNANDEZ: "For it is when one comes to contact with their very own mortality, that the spark of the human spirit becomes a burning fire."
And with these final words said, he began walking away one more time, as the camera cut back to the ring.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"DON'T INSULT THE GIANT, NARIKO"
Tabitha Tremont vs. Nariko Inazuma (GUEST)
DING! DING! DING!
Something unexpected and rare happened here—an actual handshake and a show of good sports(wo)manship. The fans in attendance really seemed to enjoy it.
And that’s when the pleasantries ended.
Nariko came out the gates guns ablazing. She threw a series of forearm strikes to Tabitha’s chest. Each was accompanied by a resounding THUD. But even so, Tabitha barely moved. This caused Nariko to switch her strategy. She connected with one last forearm before she shot herself into ropes. She rebounded and connected with a dropkick that caught Tabitha square in the chest. Tabitha was pushed backwards a few feet, but she remained standing. This caused Nariko to hit the ropes once again. And this time Tabitha countered with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. TNT continued her assault with a brisk sideslam. She went for the pinfall as soon as Nariko hit the mat. Referee Olivia Summers made the count:
ONE!
It didn’t take long for Nariko to kick out. There was no way that she was going to be put away that easily. Tabitha went to pick up her opponent, but Ms. Inazuma broke free. Back on her feet, Nariko drilled Tabitha with some open palm chops. But once again, Tabitha barely moved an inch. Nariko shot herself into the ropes and hit another dropkick—
But Tabitha still didn’t move.
Nariko slammed her fist on the mat before she got back up and hit the ropes again. This time, Tabitha was ready to take Nariko’s block off with a lariat. She would have too, had Nariko not ducked underneath it. She rebounded and caught Tabitha with a superwoman elbow to the side of the neck.
That moved finally rocked her.
The thunderous blow seemed to give Nariko a boost of confidence. She landed a quick palm strike combination before she launched out a high roundhouse. It caught Tabitha flush and gave her rubber legs. This allowed Nariko to trap her opponent with an schoolboy.
ONE!
TWO!
Tabitha kicked out with relative ease. Nonetheless, the flurry was a shot of cocaine to Nariko’s confidence. A couple of stomps kept Tabitha prone on the mat. This allowed Nariko exit the ring and stand on the apron. She breathed deeply before she sprung up. Her shins stalled on the top rope for a moment before she vaulted over and landed on Tabitha with a hilo. Once more, Nariko went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
And once more, Tabitha was able to kick out. Nariko brought TNT up to her feet and blasted her with a series of strikes. That allowed Nariko to run to the corner. She stood on the second rope for a second or two as Tabitha made it to her feet. The SSWA talent leapt off the ropes with a crossbody—
Right into Tabitha’s waiting arms.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Sideways hug!”
TNT dropped Nariko across her knee with a gutbuster. She effortlessly flipped Nariko and connected with a backbreaker. Upon standing up, she lifted Nariko up onto her shoulders. Tabitha held her there a second before she drove Nariko to the mat with a sitout powerbomb. Olivia dropped down and made the count:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
The count got broken up when Nariko lifted her left shoulder off of the mat. Tabitha quickly grabbed that elevated arm and yanked Nariko up onto her shoulders. Four seconds lapsed before Tabitha leapt into the air and muscled Nariko to the mat with a Samoan drop. Nariko rolled away from her opponent until she found herself in the corner; TNT walked to the adjacent corner. All it took was a few handclaps from Tabitha to charge up the fans. Tabitha then sped in and nearly crushed Nariko with running cannonball. She drug Nariko out of the corner and went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
CERES BENTON: “That’s some speed to match her strength! Tabitha’s firing off on all cylinders tonight!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I bet Elena’s happy.”
Nariko once again got her shoulder up. A hint of frustration made its way to Tabitha’s face, but she did away with it and pressed on. She quickly brought Nariko up to a vertical base. A starch forearm was aimed at Nariko’s head. Fortunately for her, she was able to duck under it. Nariko responded with a palm strike. Tabitha attempted another forearm. Nariko ducked it and connected with a palm strike. This cycle repeated itself a few more times before Nariko took out Tabitha’s good a nasty basement dropkick.
Using a bit of ingenuity, Nariko drove Tabitha’s head to the mat with a hurricanrana driver. She then sprung to her feet and hit the ropes. Nariko rebounded and drilled Tabitha with the Burst Gauge (shining wizard). She immediately went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
Seeing an opening, Nariko quickly got to her feet and ran towards the nearest corner. She climbed to the top rope and made a mental note of Tabitha’s position before she jumped and soared through the air with a moonsault. Tabitha had the wherewithal to roll out of the way.
But Nariko landed on her feet!
JIN FUMEI: “WOW!”
In a fluid motion, she tossed herself back with a standing moonsault. It connected! She went for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
Nariko made her way back to her feet; she then brought Tabitha up to hers. She turned, grabbed Tabitha’s neck, and leapt up looking to nail her Hōyoku Tenshō (standing sitout shiranui) maneuver. But Tabitha caught ahold of her waist before Nariko could flip backwards. She countered and dropped Nariko on her neck with a release German suplex. Tabitha took ahold of Nariko’s waist once more and deadlifted her up; she planted Ms. Inazuma with a gutwrench powerbomb. Nariko hit the mat hard. But there was little time for her to recover as she was deadlifted up again. Tabitha muscled her down one last time with her TNT (spinning powerbomb) maneuver. She immediately went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
ERIN LAMBERT: "Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...TABITHA TREMONT!"
WINNER: Tabitha Tremont via Pinfall (TNT! - 8:47)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 7, 2019 0:04:18 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"MAKE YOURSELF FAMOUS"
Hagen Lecktor vs. Shane Atwater
Hagen couldn’t allow Atwater to set the pace. Atwater was a little thrown off by the swiftness of Hagen’s strikes. The young rookie unloaded on the multiple world champion with a flurry of kicks and punches, varying them enough that Atwater had to stay on guard and not go for a submission straight away. Hagen tried for an early Crane Kick but that’s where Atwater saw his opening. He took Hagen’s leg and brought him into an European Uppercut, whipping Hagen’s head back. Hagen stayed firm and returned with a backhand chop, followed by quicks ones in succession. Atwater took a step back and Hagen went for a discus punch.
Atwater ducked down and captured Hagen and brought him down with a Release German Suplex. Hagen got to his feet, where Atwater met him with a forearm strike. He followed with a few more before running off the ropes and going for another European Uppercut. Hagen countered with a flying calf kick, bringing the former SVW Champion down to the mat. When Atwater got up, Hagen jumped onto him, trying to bring him down with a headscissors but Atwater caught him in motion and bring him down to the mat.
From there, he began to secure an ankle lock, grapevining it for good measure. Hagen began to roll out, not allowing Atwater to fully get the lock applied. He knew what it meant and he brought his opposing leg down on Atwater’s head. Atwater broke the hold, seeing the position he was in. Hagen got to his feet, but maintained distance, not letting Atwater score a takedown or anything else. Instead, he stretched his leg out and moved around the ring. Atwater began to cut off his path, a hint of the veteran experience coming through. Hagen, seeing this, ran at Atwater, forcing the gap to close on his terms.
Atwater awaited him, moving out of the way of a shoulder block but Hagen threw his leg back as Atwater advanced, striking him in the stomach. Hagen shoved Atwater into the corner and began to strike him in the gut with turnbuckle thrusts. He backed up and came back with a stinger before throwing Atwater out of the way. He waited for Atwater to get up, running at him. He sent Atwater into the ropes at full momentum with an Irish whip. Atwater came back in and Hagen lifted him up and down into a flapjack punch.
Hagen then brought Atwater back up and sent him into the ropes. When Atwater came back, he tried to catch the young man slipping but Hagen tripped him at the last second. Hagen then came running back in for his Tiger Feint Kick. When Atwater fell to the mat, Hagen saw his chance and leapt to the top rope. As he waited for Atwater to get up, he looked to dive off for a Flying Neckbreaker but Atwater saw his chance and took advantage. He ran forward and caught Hagen before he could take off. He lifted him high in the air and brought him to the center of the ring.
Schism (Sheer Drop Falcon Arrow)!
With Hagen in the center of the ring, it was easy for Atwater to secure The Crucible (Arm Trap Crossface). The pain was unbearable for Hagen, but he tried to crawl to the ropes. The crowd was behind him as he made his way towards the ropes on will alone but once they got there, Atwater rolled backward, ensuring that Hagen couldn’t grab the ropes. Back into the center of the ring again, Hagen had no choice but to tap out.
ERIN LAMBERT:“Here is your winner by submission and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...SHANE ATWATER!”
WINNER:Shane Atwater via submission (6:11 - The Crucible)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 7, 2019 0:18:35 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"GHOSTS AND GOBLINS"
Sophie El vs. Mariano Fernandez
Left for ten seconds to their own mechanisms, the crowd can only communicate among themselves. Nothing happened within those ten seconds, causing fans to look among each other for answers. Without warning, all the lights in the arena die out, leaving only darkness over the audience. Lights from camera flashes illuminate the setting before a spotlight fades in. It focuses on the entrance way. The light sound of rain begins, accompanying fog seeping from underneath the stage. In a somber whisper, a voice calls out.
“The blackest night falls from the sky. The darkness grows as all light dies. She craves your hearts and your demise. By her black hand, the dead shall rise.”
Suddenly, obtuse instrumentals blast the audience. The source, “Machine Gun” by Portishead, infuses with the dreary atmosphere generating on the stage. Fog tinted by rich purple lighting starts to overwhelm the stage, but in the midst of it...a silhouette appears. Stepping out of the all-consuming fog, Sophie El hides her face behind a black veil and her body until a lacy black cloak. On her head, a crown of lilacs, a symbol of passing, offsets the funeral colors that she chooses to bear. She starts down the ramp, not giving a single look to any of the jeering audience.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing her opponent...from Paradise itself...weighing in at a 157 pounds...she is the Undying...SOPHIEEEE ELLLLLLL!”
Sophie stands at the end of the ramp, standing with her hands interlaced. She continues to the stairs, to which she robotically climbs. Once on the ring apron, she slumps on the ropes, before quickly getting into the ring. The awkward pacing of her entrance shows some sort of discourse in the mind of Sophie El. When she gets to the center of the ring, she removes the veil and the crown. As she places it away, she leans onto her corner lazily, lolling her head side to side. As the lights come back from the baptism of deep purple, Sophie’s gaze is shown. Her eyes are glossed over as if none of the world around her matters.
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!!!"
"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!!!"
DING! DING!!
Always the beacon of respect, Manny walked to the center of the ring and extended his hand for a shake. Initially, Sophie looked at him with a blank expression. But eventually, both of her hands grasped Manny’s. The crowd went wild over this. Mariano seemed to get a kick out of it too; his toothy smile beamed from ear to ear—
Well, until he got yeeted up.
The former First Daughter distributed all of Manny’s weight and slammed to the mat with a vicious Ippon Seoi-Nage slam. The crowd booed and jeered as it showed its displeasure over her misdirection. Sophie ignored them as she dropped down and went for the pinfall:
ONE!
Sophie knew the slam wasn’t enough to put him away for the evening. She did so to send a message—that she end things at any moment. Mariano seemed to get the message as he tried to put a little distance between the two and stand up. Unfortunately for him, Sophie closed the gap and booted him in the head. She continued her attack with a series of stern elbow strikes to the head. It was clear that the first couple of blows overwhelmed him a bit; however, Manny started to fight back with some punches of his own. The punches had enough pop to stave off Sophie’s attack. He pushed himself away and made it to his feet. He struck Sophie with a few slaps before he swiftly spun and leaped into the air. He backflipped and looked to nail that sexy pele kick of his. But Sophie was having none of it. She caught hold of his leg in midair and grabbed hold his ankle. It wasn’t long before she transitioned into an ankle-lock.
That caused Manny to yelp out in pain. He started scrambling around until Sophie dropped down and grapevined her legs around his. The pain? It was evident on Mariano’s contorted face. He had to get out of that move or break Sophie’s grip. He attempted to twist his body and land a few blows, but Sophie torqued on that leg each time and put a stop to it. His only choice was to make it to the ropes.
Manny laboriously drug his body across the mat until he was near the ropes. He stretched his arm out and reached as far as he could. He was able to get his fingers around the bottom rope. Referee Ayame walked over to Sophie and told her to break the hold. When Ms. El didn’t listen, Ayame immediately rendered a five-count:
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Not wanting to be disqualified, Sophie finally broke the hold. She was quick to her feet. Manny? Not so much. He needed a moment or two. Once there, he was peppered with punches. Sophie then hit the ropes and jumped up for a high knee—
But Mariano countered with a spinning wheel kick (with his good leg)!
Dragonborn watched as his opponent hit the mat. He clutched at his leg and crawled over towards her. He hooked her leg and went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
The count was broken up when Sophie got her shoulder up off the mat. Manny rolled until he found himself on the ring apron; he then used the ropes to pull himself up. He also hit his leg to get the blood flowing. Sophie rose up a few moments later. Mariano used his upper body strength to springboard into the air. He flew and connected with a forearm. Manny went for another pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
This time, Sophie kicked out and sent Manny flying a few feet away. From there, both competitors were able to make it to their feet. Mariano launched out some decent forearms, but Sophie kicked out the knee of the leg she’d been working on. A DDT was on her mind, but Manny was able to stop it. It didn’t matter; Sophie simply switched her grip and spun Manny around with a gator roll. She firmly planted Mariano’s shoulder to the mat:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
“No!” Manny shouted as he kicked out at the last moment. His fiery outroar ushered forth a cheer from the crowd. Mariano slammed his fists into the mat and stood to his feet. He gained his bearings just in time to spot Sophie rushing at him with her Death Dealer (lariat). Manny countered it as he jumped up and caught her with a dropkick. He then used his good leg as a base to leap again and hit a Pele kick. Sophie’s legs turned to noodles as she took a step backward. But she didn’t get far as Manny rolled her into an inside cradle:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
Sophie powered her way out before Ayame’s hand hit the mat for the third time. Manny looked to continue his assault, but he received a thrust kick to his hurt leg. But he didn’t have time to react as Sophie placed his own arm around his neck and dropped him with the Hypoxia (Regal Cutter). Sophie maintained her cobra clutch hold as she brought Manny back up to his feet. She spun him around and cracked him with a wicked forearm before she shot herself into the ropes. She rebounded and clobbered him with her Death Dealer maneuver. She dropped down into a pin:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
Manny got his shoulder up!
But that shoulder and arm got grabbed. Mariano was swiftly yanked into the air and placed in powerbomb position. Sophie spun around. Around the World (spiral bomb) was near. But Mariano used Sophie’s momentum against her and threw her with a hurricanrana. Manny patted his leg to get the circulation flowing. Sophie scrambled to her feet. That’s when Manny hopped up and threw out his green mist, the first step to his TROLLFACE! Combination.
Sophie moved out of the way!
That mist attempted pissed her off as he reared back nailed a headbutt. She then took a step back and lined up for her Split the Sky (discus big boot). But she was caught off guard with a spinning backfist. Manny cracked her with another, which dropped her to a knee. Mariano used his last ounce of strength to shoot himself into the ropes. He bounced back and connected with his TROLLFACE! (shining wizard). He then hooked her leg and went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: Mariano Fernandez via Pinfall (TROLLFACE! - 9:17)
Pale light shines down from the locker room’s dull bulb. The rays illuminate Nina Stokes as she sits in the center of the women’s locker room. Her steel chair creeks as she lifts up her right leg and tosses it over her left one.
NINA STOKES: "Fallon, Fallon, Fallon—"
There’s a brief pause as Nina gazes forward into the camera’s lens.
NINA STOKES: "You’re welcome."
Her attention momentary switches to a white reusable Piada bowl in her lap. It’s filled with alfredo pasta, various cheeses, white beans, and artichokes. A feast fit for a victor, yeah? A fork magically appears in her hand as she tosses the plastic lid aside and begins to stir the bowl’s contents around.
NINA STOKES: "I was teacher in my past life. Did you know that, Fallon? It’s a commonly known fact, honestly. But I’ll forgive you if you weren’t privy."
A light chuckle escapes Nina as she continues stirring the pasta bowl.
NINA STOKES: "And although I’ve been wrestling for nearly five years now, sometimes my scholastic instincts flare up. Sometimes, they just take over. That’s why you received the lesson that you did today."
She scoops up a tiny bit of the pasta and places it in her mouth.
NINA STOKES: "Delightful."
A couple of quick chews and it all disappears.
NINA STOKES: "'What lesson?' That’s what you’re thinking to yourself, yeah? Or maybe you’re preoccupied complaining about how I took things too far or some shit."
Nina laughs and shakes her head as she gathers up another bite of pasta and artichoke.
NINA STOKES: "That ass whooping I gave you in the ring, tonight? It wasn’t a complete act of malice on my part. No, no, no. Because in ten years, you’re going to be able to look back at this match and say that it impacted your career."
A head nod is followed by another bite of pasta.
NINA STOKES: "I was trained by so many champions. So many greats. So many legends. But none of them gave me the knowledge and wisdom that I gave you today, Fallon. None of them told me that professional wrestling was bitter and cruel. No one informed me that the enthusiastic were mocked and shat upon. No one informed that the upbeat were trounced and tossed to the left. No one told me that there would be people who would actively try to zap the vigor out of me."
Another head nod follows.
NINA STOKES: "I started off a lot like you, Fallon. And I had to learn all those lessons the hard way. I had to learn them from terrible experiences."
The right corners of her lips arch upward.
NINA STOKES: "And now Fallon, you don’t have to go through those terrible experiences. If you take heed, that is…"
Her eyes stay focused on the camera as she twirls some pasta on the fork.
NINA STOKES: "And if you don’t? Well, then that’s on you. You’ve been tossed into the deep waters. You can sink or you can drown. But, the power to save yourself is now in your own hands."
She shrugs her shoulder.
NINA STOKES: "Just don’t let knowledge and power get incinerated as you continue to dine in Hell."
The camera starts to fade out as Nina’s full attention moves to the food in front of her.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 7, 2019 0:20:07 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"SURPRISES ARE FUN"
Surprise Replacement for Vicious Montana vs. Ruiz
“Cerca de mi Neighborhood” by Tego Calderón blasts the sound system as behind the curtain Héctor Ruiz waits. The crowd is starting to get behind the beat of the song, just as a small spotlight hits the center of the curtain, that’s the cue Ruiz was waiting for, as he promptly gets out of the curtain and into the stage. He extends his arms, letting the crowd have a good visual of his t-shirt. He stands there with a slight smirk on his face, as he hits his chest on the spot his chest tattoo is located, with his right hand twice and screams “VAMOS!” before the announcer introduces him.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing first, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico by way of Brooklyn… they call him the “Southside Bambino”… HEECTOR… RUUIIZ!”
Once the introduction is done, Ruiz continues his way down the ramp. Here and there he high fives a lucky fan or two, as he walks towards the ring. Once near the apron he looks to every side, feeding off the crowd, as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He then sprints towards the farthest turnbuckle and jumps to the middle rope, while he keeps screaming at the crowd, mostly at himself, before hitting his chest once more and jumping back to the middle of the ring as he waits for the match to start.
Drums suddenly started playing. Heavy, thundering, celtic war drums as a series of pyrotechnics let loose, shooting off down the ramp with a green light attached, bathing the audience in their radiance as Nora stepped off on top of the Ramp, “HOWL” by Florence and the Machines. Quiet, but with a grin of confidence on her face, she lifted both of her gloved hands into the air, her wolfskin around her shoulders shifting with her body, the ‘hood’ lifted to expose her face. A mouth guard that resembled fangs. Boots and gloves that resembled claws, rocking naught but a sports bra and shorts, she was a mix of minimalist and flamboyant all in one, strutting down the ramp proudly as she stalked down the ramp.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing his opponent...standing in at six feet, five inches, and weighing in at a two hundred, forty pooooounds! It’s the WOLF MOTHER! THE SHIELD MAIDEN AND HAMMER OF ANDRASTE! NORA FOLEY!”
Hands out, fingers around the middle rope, she did a vertical leap onto the apron before lifting a long leg to climb into that ring before unfastening her wolf’s skin and letting it drop down to the outside of the ring, throwing her braided hair from her face.
Dramatically, she just lifted a hand and ‘beckoned’ her opponent forward before donning her warrior stance, ready.
DING! DING!
Ruiz started the match off by rushing down Nora, taking her back with a flying forearm. Nora stumbled back a few steps, trying to keep her balance, but Ruiz kept at her with gut punches and then a boot to the gut to double her over. He hit a knife edge chop, sending her towards the ropes and a springboard dropkick sent Nora over the top rope. The camera focused on Ruiz, bouncing off the other end and flying over the top rope, trying for a plancha.
CERES BENTON: “GOOD GOD!”
FAUGH A BALLAGH! Ruiz’s cry of agony symbolized the raw damage he took when he came down into the spear. He turned and tossed on the outside mat and Nora got up with a roar. She sent him into the ring and wait for him to get up. Ruiz, the fighter he is, threw out a punch and she ducked under it. Yet, her hand shot out for his throat and she brought him down with Swan Song (Chokeslam), shaking the entire ring with the thunderous impact.
JIN FUMEI: “That is nothing but savage power.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m still distracted but man, I think she made me spill my drink.”
Ruiz was not looking well and Nora was ready to end it. She grabbed Ruiz off the mat and sent him off the ropes. With an excellent twirl, Ruiz’s back collided with Nora’s knee, Andraste’s Hammer! Ruiz’s body bounced off the neck and he held his back, but Nora laid down on him, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...NORA FOLEY!”
CERES BENTON: “Nora Foley has made her debut and she did it with an exhibition in might and strength. If you didn’t know what she was capable, you do now!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I think I found my new dream match.”
JIN FUMEI: “I’m glad she was a replacement option. Welcome to NEO, Nora. We’re happy to have you if you’re going to do things like that.”
WINNER: Nora Foley via pinfall (4:11)
MARILYN LEE CROSS: "I'm not supposed to be here."
Marilyn Lee Cross sighed as she stood backstage, looking ready to compete in her match coming up. Wearing the new "Skye Destroyer" T-Shirt underneath her entrance jacket, she leans up against the wall and lets out a chuckle.
MARILYN LEE CROSS: "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be here in Pro Wrestling NEO. I mean, getting the opportunity to show a brand new audience what I can do, showing them the power of Strong Smile, it's a great feeling. And competing in the Heaven or Hell Tournament is a huge opportunity for me to accomplish that goal as well as make an immediate impact. But stepping back for a brief second, I wasn't supposed to BE here, in this match. This was originally someone else's opportunity, but..."
She shrugs.
MARILYN LEE CROSS: "Things happened. I'm not really sure what they did, but what I do know is that I got a call saying that I was in. Entering the Heaven or Hell Tournament is a huge opportunity for me, even if I'm not quite sure what it is I'm fighting for, and I know that any opportunity I have is one I gotta take full advantage of. Nothing is ever really guaranteed, so when I was told I had the shot, I told them that I accepted, that I would gladly face anyone they asked me to. Then they said 'Good. You've got KAIJU.'"
A pause as she lets out a deep sigh, shaking her head. Placing her hands on her hips, she looks back up into the camera with a passive look on her face.
MARILYN LEE CROSS: "They're billing this match as The Monster vs. The Small Giant. And you know, it's a pretty catchy name, but it's not that simple. This is, quite honestly, one of the toughest challenges of my career, and the added pressure of it being my debut match AND being in the Heaven or Hell tournament means the stakes are extremely high for this one. I know he can be beaten; I saw it myself at the last show. I know to target, I know to stick and move, and I know that at the start of the match he's gonna come out guns blazing. That's the easy part."
Another shrug as she folds her arms over her chest, eyes glancing downward for a few moments before looking back up.
MARILYN LEE CROSS: "It's taking down the big guy that's gonna be a bit of trouble. As I said, I know it can be done because I've seen it. But being in the ring with KAIJU... I can plan all day and night, but once you step in the ring, it's a whole different story. I'm not saying I'm gonna fall to pieces or that I'm prepared to lose, I'm just saying that taking down KAIJU is gonna take every bit of strength, both physically and mentally. It's gonna take more out of me than any challenge before..."
A smile slowly spreads across her face as a hand comes up, resting on her chin.
MARILYN LEE CROSS: "And I can't wait to test myself. See you out there."
Giving the camera a wink, Marilyn turns to the side, revealing "KAIJU Killer" on the back of her jacket before walking off, the camera focusing on the words before fading out.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 7, 2019 0:23:12 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"THE MONSTER VS. THE SMALL GIANT"
KAIJU (GUEST) vs. Marilyn Lee Cross
The lights go out as an eerily played song rings through the P.A. system. Suddenly a small synth melody plays as the lights begin to blue. The words are uttered as the song plays:
"It can't be bargained with...
It can't be reasoned with...
It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear...
And it absolutely will not stop
EVER
Until you are dead!"
With those final words, the beat drops as the stage begin to form smoke. One man steps out wearing a suit with his hands behind him. The man's name is Kazuya Saejima, KAIJU's manager. Kazuya steps aside because a larger silhouette is seen through the thick smoke. As the giant man steps through darkness and smoke, the blue light forms a spotlight on the man known as KAIJU. KAIJU takes a step out, flexes with his arms out in front of him and lets out a roar.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Now making his way to the ring, from Setagaya, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 268.7 pounds, "THE AVATAR OF DESTRUCTION" KAAAIIIIIJUUUUU!!!!!!!”
He begins to make his march to the ring with his manager walking in front of him. When he gets to the front of the ring, he leaps up with ease, gets him and stands in the middle of the ring as the lights flash around him while Kazuya walks to the hard camera with a pleased smirk on his face. KAIJU continues to showcase his massive and muscular frame to the crowd, flexing his arms, sticking his tongue out and showing his fanged mouthpiece. He stands there, eyeing the crowd, then goes to his corner. KAIJU stands in the corner, popping his pecs as he awaits the bell.
As the song begins, the lights turn blue and gold as they focus on the entrance, where Marilyn Lee Cross bursts through with energy. Turning away from the audience, Marilyn spreads her arms out and bounces in place before turning around, pointing a finger in the air before making her way down to the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Making her way to the ring from San Francisco, California.... she is The Queen of Strong Smile, MARILYN! LEE! CROOOOOSS!"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO CUTE! SO SO SO CUTE!”
JIN FUMEI: “Shut up, Elizabeth!”
CERES BENTON: “MLC, the Portlandia Cascade Champion, is coming into NEO, representing her Strong Smile--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “AWW.”
CERES BENTON: “That’s a little patronizing, Lizzie. Don’t let the smiles and happiness fool you. She’s a dedicated competitor that can do a good amount beyond what someone will expect. She’ll be something great for the company; take goodness too. We needed someone like her around.”
Slapping hands with fans on the way down, Marilyn makes her way around ringside, sprinting around the ring before sliding into the ring. Popping up to a knee, Marilyn points upwards once more before getting to her feet. Climbing the turnbuckles, Marilyn peers out into the sea of fans as she waves. Hopping down, Marilyn tosses her jacket outside before beginning to warm up for her match.
DING! DING!!
KAIJU came charging at MLC like a bat out of hell. A malicious elbow rocketed towards the young woman’s head. But it was wildly and widely thrown, which allowed her to step out of the way. MLC fired in a shoot kick that caught the muscle mountain sternly on the back of his leg. It would have caused a normal man to back away contemplate his life for a moment—
It simply irritated KAIJU.
He charged at her once again, throwing out elbows and even a lariat. Once more, MLC was able to parry his attacks. She made him pay for each attempt. A palm strike connected with his peck. Another shoot kick caught him in the sternum. A punch caught him in the ribs. And instead of backing away, MLC continued her onslaught. She smacked him with another shoot kick to the leg before she blasted him with the Downgrade (superkick to the knee). Since the big man was an eye-level (almost), she then spun around and cracked him with a Hand Of God (spinning-backfist). This allowed her to hit the ropes. She rebounded and right into a rageful back elbow from KAIJU. The big guy dropped to the mat and went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TW―
The count was broken up as MLC kicked out. But that single blow had done its damage. She clutched at her forehead as if a truck had just collided with it. A hand reached down and grabbed her by the back of the head. She was quickly lifted to her feet. But KAIJU picked her up with little effort and drove her back-first into the corner turnbuckle. Her weight bucked from a series of shoulder thrusts. An overhand chop sent reverberated throughout the arena and sent her to the mat.
JIN FUMEI: “A mastodon of power as we all know and MLC is unfortunately in his grips. If she doesn’t do something, she’s in for a short night but a long recovery process.”
CERES BENTON: “You’re exactly right but you have to give her credit for coming at KAIJU the way she did.”
KAIJU’s effortless motion to pick MLC back up made the crowd draw back in slight horror. Without a care in the world, KAIJU sent MLC careening into the mat. He turned around and sauntered over to MLC. With one hand, he yanked MLC off the mat and tried to slam her through the mat with a release powerbomb. MLC’s body bundled up against the mat and KAIJU looked down with contempt. He wasn’t relishing the meal that NEO had put out before him. Despite her burst of offense earlier, it seemed that she wasn’t going to--
KAIJU’s eyes widened as MLC simply hit a kip=up. Albeit, she stumbled towards the ropes, but the sight left KAIJU in shock. That shock transcended into anger at her defiance. He reached out to her and forced her into a Release German Suplex. MLC crashed into the mat but when KAIJU got up, she was up and running at him. She took him down with a full speed Shining Wizard. She rushed the second rope and caught the rising behemoth with a Meteora before trying for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
JIN FUMEI: “Oh my.”
CERES BENTON: “Like a doll.”
MLC got sent off KAIJU and into the ground with authority. She scrambled to her feet and tried to follow through with a Polish Hammer but KAIJU stopped her. His entire hand wrapped around her face and he slammed MLC down into the mat with an Iron-Claw styled Chokeslam. He kept his weight pressed on her while the referee fell for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
MLC GOT HER HAND ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
KAIJU merely sent her away from the ropes with a toss and waited for her to get up. Once up, he closed the gap between them but a Downgrade (Superkick to the Knee) let MLC recreate the distance between them. KAIJU kept coming at her but she weaved around him, peppering him with strikes along the body. Yet, she threw one kick that he was able to intercept. She came up quick with an enzuigiri, forcing him to release her but when she hit the mat, it was too much time and KAIJU was able to come back. Off the ground again, KAIJU connected with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Once MLC began to get to her feet, KAIJU was coming off the ropes--
NUCLEAR FANTASIA (POUNCE!)
The crowd yelled out as MLC was sent flying out of the ring and into the outside. KAIJU let out a roar as he glared down at MLC, who began to try to recover. She used the ring apron to get back to the ring, knowing that the count was always against her. When she was there, KAIJU’s hand wrapped around her head and he began to try to heave her up from where she stood.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “GOJIRA, STOP MANHANDLING HER LIKE THAT!”
JIN FUMEI: “It is what KAIJU was born to do. He was always meant to be a destroyer and MLC is just something else to destroy. I’m shocked she has lasted this long.”
KAIJU held MLC in his hand but she responded in kind with a stiff punch to his jaw.
Which...made him stumble.
CERES BENTON: “Like I said, don’t doubt her ability. She has trained to make her strikes and her submissions shine!”
KAIJU glared back at her and when he came back to grab her again, MLC evaded his arms. He draped over the ropes and she connected with a superkick to the side of the jaw. KAIJU went slump on the ropes and MLC elevated on the top rope. She waited for KAIJU to recover before turning around. She pointed up high before hitting a moonsault!
BUT KAIJU CAUGHT HER OUT OF MID-AIR!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Oh my God, no, no, no!”
MLC began to flutter her legs until she was able to make her position awkward. She shifted her weight back to make KAIJU start to bend backwad. His strength was great but the physics of his body forced him into the uncomfortable position. Soon, MLC was on her feet with KAIJU in her grip. The crowd went a little quiet, wondering what was about to happen.
Then it turned to immense cheers.
JIN FUMEI: “WAIT, WHAT THE HELL?”
MLC, expending as much energy as she could, lifted KAIJU off the ground. She barely could secure the cross-legged part of the move but she had enough time before she planted KAIJU with Criss Cross (Cross Legged Sitout Tombstone). When the move hit, MLC fell onto her back, crying out in anguish for having to exert so much effort. She flung her on top of KAIJU to the shock of everyone including the referee. Referee Morgan Hughes dropped to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...MARILYN LEE CROSS!
MLC threw her arms up in victory while on the mat. She began to get to her feet, holding her back every so slightly.
CERES BENTON: “I hope she doesn’t have a hernia! But she did it! MLC has made a successful debut, despite fighting that monster, KAIJU!”
JIN FUMEI: “I’m impressed! I’m really impressed!”
MLC walked out of the ring with her arm raised high to the roar of the crowd. As she got close to them, she slapped some outstretched hands. As she looked into the ring, KAIJU was standing, a hint of shock underneath his stoic gaze. She gave him a smile and continued on her way.
WINNER: Marilyn Lee Cross via pinfall (Criss Cross - 12:06)
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HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"KNOW THY NEIGHBOR"
Ezra Eden vs. Will Neilson
'God. Revolution. Freedom'
'God. Revolution. Freedom'
White-coloured smoke seeps out of machines on the stage as 'Falling Down' kicks in all around the arena, echoing around the whole building like a mystical mantra. It floats down the ramp and all around the ring, coating the area in a thick, white smog. A barrage of different instruments sound all over, coming together in a beautiful harmony that sweeps all over the audience. Eventually, the recognizable guitar kicks in and riffs all around, providing some form of stability in the chaotic music already being pumped all over the arena.
'Summer sun, it blows my mind
Is falling down on all that I've ever known.'
Ezra Eden emerges from the back, slowly wandering out into the middle of the stage. He looks around his surroundings and motions to take some of the smoke from the ground in his hand, before raising his head up as high as it will go to blow the smoke back out into the air using his hands, like a dragon breathing fire. He moves in a fluid motion, bringing his hands back down and behind his back as he slowly lowers his head, spinning it in a circular motion that replicates the tempo of the music.
'In time we'll kiss the world goodbye
Falling down all I've ever known
It's all that I've ever known.'
ERIN LAMBERT: "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 Eden!"
CERES BENTON: "Ezra Eden came up short in the first main event in NEO history against Lyza Reyes but he was so close. It was a highly regarded match and it saw Ezra shine brightly. Tonight, he has a chance to clear out of the Heaven or Hell Tournament against Will Neilson. It will be a battle of spirits and I can't wait."
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "He has the coolest music on the roster too. Sorry, HENNY, I know you're going to be mad at that."
Turning around with his back to the audience, Eden makes his way down the ramp with his hands up in the air. Slowly stepping in time with his theme's beat, A smile stretches across Eden's face as he drops to his knees, crosses his legs with his feet together and holds his hands up high at the end of the ramp, entering a sort-of religious pose. Stretching his body out as far as he can go, he lies 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 takes two long strides before jumping up onto the apron of the ring, stomping his feet on the apron below them. He then practically runs up the turnbuckle and drapes himself over it, before rolling into the ring and up to his feet. He clasps 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.
'Hopelessly Hopeful' sounds around the arena as it takes a while for Will Neilson to emerge from the back, coming out when the song kicks in at 16 seconds or so. But as time went along, the music had the crowd bumping but there was no one coming out. The fans slowly began to start to understand that something was amiss. As the music died, the camera focused on Ezra, who looked around for a moment, until Referee Ollie Summers began to count, knowing what she had to do.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
There was no sign of Will Neilson. Ollie looked reluctant towards starting the count but she sighed.
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Ollie called for the bell. Erin looked a bit offput, saddened even by having to make the announcement, latent worry riddling her face.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Due to Will Neilson not answering the ten count, Referee Ollie Summers must call this match a forfeit. Here is your winner and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...EZRA EDEN!”
CERES BENTON: “What happened? Where is Will?”
JIN FUMEI: “I’m unsure. It is weird that--”
The clashing sound of steel drums interrupted Fumei’s words as the arena was baptized in a harrowing pink light. Upon the stage, several people dressed in Roman apparel came out as “The Day Is My Enemy” by The Prodigy began to pick up. When the spotlight hit them, the crowd reeled. They were forced to bear witness and recoil again when the person the theme song introduced made her appearance.
CERES BENTON: “Oh my God.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “No, ew, no, no, no, no.”
JIN FUMEI: “That’s--That’s Vanity Fulbright!”
The All-Mother presented herself on the stage, wearing a white dress, stained in blood. In her hand, she held a staff of some variety, which dripped with blood. Yet, the most shocking sight was the fact that the Church of Oleska had carried out Will Neilson, who was barely conscious, and his head was red with his own blood. She stood there for a moment, looking at Ezra with a somewhat interested glance. Then she beckoned for a microphone. One of the Church members brought her one. It was a special, bedazzled one that was apparently one of its kind to the malevolent cult leader. Her music came to a halt on her command.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “Hiiiiiiiiiiii.”
She scanned the whole audience, which replied to her greeting with a loud boo.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “Is that any way to greet your mother? You should always ask me how I’m doing or if my day is going well? Which it is because I ran into this little dewdrop here.”
The members holidng Will held his head up for the audience to see.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “And I just knew that we had to get to know one another a little better. I came out here, though, to apologize to Ezra for taking away his opponent but you should really be happy.”
Vanity put her hand over her heart.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “You might have lost like you did to Lyza Reyes and that wouldn’t be good now. Then again, you believe in some false idol and you think it’ll make you good. Even Willynilly here would be able to beat you, so you should really thank me for giving you this victory.”
The All-Mother walked over to Will, arching his head upward.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “That being said, Ezra, you’re always welcome to come and join us. We follow the true God, a wonderful Goddess who will show you how to really use your potential.”
Vanity playfully turned Will’s head around as if she was checking to see if she missed any spot.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “Anyways, this man here? Will? This is the start. I see this little tournament, the Heaven or Hell, and I see something that needs to be challenged. The Church of Oleska is what controls every realm, every boundary, and no matter what people do in this tournament, we have the control--especially when my DARLING Irina wins the brightest gold in the kingdom.”
Stretching herself backward, staring upside down at Ezra, Vanity smiled.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “This could have been you, Ezra.”
A wink.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “No, actually, that’s a lie.”
Vanity reaffirmed her prior position, standing upright.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “This.”
She wrapped her fingers around Will’s bloodstained hair.
VANITY FULBRIGHT: “This is all of NEO’s fate. It’s just a matter of when it will happen.”
Vanity handed the microphone over to the member who originally had it. Without any care for the man in her grip, Vanity dumped Will onto the stage and made her leave. Ollie Summers began to call for aid and Ezra exited the ring to go try to help in the proceedings. Medical personnel flooded the stage, unsure of how superficial or severe the injuries were.
CERES BENTON: “That heinous attack was just...a message?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Wh-what is Hayato going to do? He needs to get rid of them!”
JIN FUMEI: “I’m not sure, Elizabeth, but I’m not sure if he’ll even...he’ll do something about it. This can’t stand. I hope that Will is alright. That was...that was just horrible.”
WINNER: Ezra Eden via countout (0:00)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 7, 2019 0:24:00 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO
"VAINGLORIOUS RETRIBUTION"
DeMarcus Gresham vs. HENNY
The lights dim until full darkness…
“They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves”
“Form Follows Function” by Lupe Fiasco begins to play. At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted’ along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6” - 257 pounds of Enlightenment. Your beacon. Your epicenter. Your Gift. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm."
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Hey, DeMarcus.”
CERES BENTON: “Stop oogling him. He’s married. Anyways! DeMarcus had a rough outing last show where he lost to Evan Envi, due to some dubious means but here he has a chance to move on past that. He recently made his return to 4CW where he got a victory under his belt, what better way to keep the momentum rolling?”
In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively.
He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him.
”SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME!”
The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as white sparks rain down onto the stage. It’s here that HENNY makes his way through the curtain, standing in amongst the shower of sparks for a few moments before slowly stepping out of them, slapping his leg before throwing his arms out to his sides - basking in his own glory. After holding the pose for a few moments, HENNY takes a confident glance across the crowd, smirking to himself as he performs a slow 360, breaking into an assured saunter.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Malmö, Sweden, now residing in the San Fernando Valley, weighing in at 223lbs, ‘The Pinnacle’...HENNY HEARTACHE!"
JIN FUMEI: “HENNY, like DeMarcus, had a rough outing where he lost to Blaise Fader. His ego must be a little hurt but if he can knock off DeMarcus, he’ll be better off.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “He was too distracted by the hookers.”
CERES BENTON: “None in sight this time around, he might have a better chance, funnily enough.”
HENNY then proceeds down the ramp, jawing with most of the fans leaning over the guardrail, and even threatening a member of the audience with a sudden movement and a cocked fist, causing them to flinch. HENNY Heartache laughs loudly at the fan before making his way to ringside, now waving a dismissive hand at the crowd before climbing up the steel steps.
From the apron the Swede scales the turnbuckle, his left foot planted on the second rope whilst his right is on the turnbuckle. He then begins to casually shrug off his jacket, allowing it to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more.
After hopping into the ring HENNY jogs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a mocking kiss into the crowd as high pitched jeers rainout from a large contingent of the Pro Wrestling NEO faithful. As the music slowly fades, HENNY hops off the turnbuckle backwards into the ring and struts to his corner, making himself comfortable on the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin.
DING! DING!
HENNY and DeMarcus move around the ring, each embodying their own sense of egotism. DeMarcus made the first move, trying to go for a shoot takedown. HENNY’s experience proved to be the defining factor in the initial contact but DeMarcus managed to still put him in disadvantgeous position. He shoved him back towards the opposing turnbuckle and went to close the gap with a forearm but HENNY bobbed around it, putting DeMarcus there instead. He struck DeMarcus with a gut kick before grabbing him by the back of the neck.
He dragged him over to the ropes, looking to start to choke him out. However, before Referee Ayame Sumiko came over, he pushed off DeMarcus, holding his hands on the man’s chest. He gave DeMarcus a small pat on the chest and flicked one of his pectorals, telling him they’re getting flabby. DeMarcus tried to jolt out a forearm but HENNY ducked underneath it and hit a dropkick to the back of DeMarcus’ head before planting her arm across his face for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
JIN FUMEI: “Saving his energy by letting the two count ride. However, he let HENNY get to him there.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “HENNY did just flick his tiddie.”
CERES BENTON: “His tiddie--you’re right, Jin.”
HENNY applied a grounded headlock but slowly transitioned to a Dragon Sleeper. DeMarcus was stuck in the hold for a moment before he began to muscle his way up to his feet. When he did, HENNY broke the hold and smacked him in the back with both hands. DeMarcus stiffened up and HENNY brought him down with an one-handed bulldog. Knowing that DeMarcus would be quick to his feet, HENNY ran off the ropes and used the momentum to bring DeMarcus back down with a facebuster.
After the impact, he stood on the side of DeMarcus and patted his elbow before dropping with a picture perfect elbow drop. He did a few more before rolling back up to his feet and going for the jumping elbow conclusion, His elbow dropped hard into the mat as DeMarcus moved out of the way. HENNY clutched his elbow, howling out in pain, but the pain had to get put on the back burner as DeMarcus lifted HENNY off the mat with a deadlift Gutwrench. He carried HENNY around before throwing him into the middle turnbuckle nearby. HENNY fell to the mat with a heap but started to get his way to a standing position. DeMarcus at full speed came barreling into HENNY with a corner stinger. He dragged HENNY out and brought him down with a backbreaker.
He held the hold in for a bit longer, wrenching the hold until he shoved HENNY off him with contempt. HENNY got to his feet, putting his hand out to tell DeMarcus to back off for a second. DeMarcus told him to take his time and when HENNY got up, DeMarcus hit him with a knee lift and threw him out of the ring. To add insult to injury, he told him that he could take his time out there. HENNY tried to get back in the ring but DeMarcus hit him with an uppercut, sending him down to the outside mat.
HENNY doesn’t take the time to recover, hitting the ring. DeMarcus greeted him back into the ring with a 180 spinebuster. He went for the immediate cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
CERES BENTON: “DeMarcus returned the mental blow there and made HENNY pay with that spinebuster.”
JIN FUMEI: “It’s like they went to the same school of psychological warfare.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Oh, I have a Master’s from there.”
DeMarcus gave HENNY the ol’ Irish whip and hit him with a standing shoulder block. HENNY rolled to his feet, a little wobbly, but he fell back into the ropes. He came back into another shoulder block. He tried once more but he played possum, sliding through DeMarcus’ legs and secured a standing sleeper. DeMarcus reacted effortlessly, bringing HENNY into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. When DeMarcus stepped away, HENNY climbed onto the second turnbuckle and came down on the recovering DeMarcus with another one-handed bulldog. He brought DeMarcus up to a standing position and nailed a Fisherman’s Suplex.
HENNY stood up and motioned to his muscles. He said that he lifts too. He showed this off by picking DeMarcus up and lifting him up for a stalling suplex. He held him there and dropped one arm to just show how much strength that he had. The crowd was throughouly impressed but DeMarcus saw his opportunity to reverse. He landed over HENNY and picked him up for his own stalling suplex. HENNY wriggled his legs and came out of the hold, scrambling backwards. DeMarcus was hot on his trail, going for that debiltating spear but HENNY jumped over DeMarcus and ran for the ropes.
When DeMarcus came at him, HENNY geared up Shot Through The Heart (Superkick) but DeMarcus stopped his momentum with a football spin move. With an incredible smoothness, DeMarcus brought HENNY down with a German Suplex--Donnie Yen would be proud. HENNY bounced back on his feet, holding the back of his neck. DeMarcus came off the ropes at full speed, trying to take HENNY’s head off, but HENNY fell to the mat, taking the rope down with him. DeMarcus fell cleanly over the rope, barely able to hang on with one hand. HENNY, seeing this, threw his foot up, kicking DeMarcus’ hand away and sending the Enlightened One to the outside--DeMarcus hit his head on the ring apron on the way down! HENNY, sitting on the mat, yelled out that he should take a second out there, mocking DeMarcus from earlier.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “He should gotten up if he wasn’t going to say something like that.”
JIN FUMEI: “You have to give HENNY credit, he managed to weather the explosiveness of DeMarcus’ offense and find a window to keep control.”
HENNY got back to his feet, looking at the referee to count. When she did, HENNY relaxed on the farthest turnbuckle, sighing heavily as the damage caught up with him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
DeMarcus managed to get to his feet, using the commentator’s table as leverage. When he realized the count was at five, he did take the time to check himself. He nodded and rested on the commentator’s table. Elizabeth slowly drew her hand towards him, but Ceres knocked her hand away. DeMarcus hit the ring again at seven. HENNY didn’t let him return without some issue. He came in, stomping on DeMarcus until he was able to land a knee drop. He dragged DeMarcus away from the ropes and went for the quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
HENNY dragged his hands through his hair and got to his feet. When DeMarcus was getting to his feet, HENNY smacked him on the back of the head, telling him that he had somewhere to be and DeMarcus was wasting his time. DeMarcus replied with a stiff and quick forearm, making HENNY turn around in pain. Instead of waiting for him to turn around to him, DeMarcus took off for the ropes and came back with a spear to HENNY’s spine. Upon falling to the mat, DeMarcus hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE--
NO!
KICKOUT!
DeMarcus got to his feet, a little annoyed at the tenacity that the exuberant HENNY possessed. Nevertheless, he signaled that it was time to put the match away. When HENNY got to his feet, DeMarcus came in with Determination (Yakuza Kick) but HENNY moved out of the way and reached up for a quick eye rake. The referee didn’t see it and HENNY saw a chance to land his beautiful Springboard Roundhouse Kick. HENNY ran for the ropes and hit the Double Jump Moonsault in quick succession!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE--
NO!
KICKOUT!
HENNY smacked the mat and got up, waiting for DeMarcus to get up. DeMarcus got to his feet a little too slowly for HENNY’s taste. HENNY went for Shot Through The Heart again but DeMarcus picked him up on his shoulder and landed Red Spade (Death Valley Driver). He dragged HENNY back up and sent him down into the mat with Black Diamond (Spinebuster). He hooked the leg again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE--
NO!
KICKOUT!
DeMarcus got up, sighing at HENNY’s want to survive. Not standing for it, DeMarcus gave HENNY a smack on the back of the head as he received earlier. HENNY got up and DeMarcus kept smacking away until HENNY turned around and slapped DeMarcus across the face. He hit him with another one and another before he took a step back and hit a high knee to DeMarcus’ face. He tried for the Reverse STO but DeMarcus’ strength kept him upright. HENNY tried to break the hold but DeMarcus heaved him up and down with another Black Diamond! DeMarcus rolled through and brought HENNY onto his shoulders.
Red Spade (Death Valley Driver)!
HENNY wasn’t moving and DeMarcus merely picked him up and hard whipped him into the ropes. HENNY hooked his arms around the ropes, stopping his momentum. He ran in at DeMarcus, trying for the Buisaku Knee Kick but DeMarcus caught him mid-motion and brought him down with The Enlightenment (Spinning Side Slam)! The crowd were on their feet for the counter and DeMarcus hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...DEMARCUS GRESHAM!”
CERES BENTON: “Raw strength and timing got DeMarcus the victory here tonight!
JIN FUMEI: “And he’ll advance onto whatever Kageyama-san has ready for them.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Poor HENNY gonna drink Henny tonight.”
DeMarcus celebrates in the ring, wiping his brow for a moment. A small grin dawned on his face as she realized that he was now out of the tournament--a little later than he wanted but he was fine with the result. The show’s credits come forward and a fade to black followed.
WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham via Pinfall (Enlightenment - 16:11)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
