Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 20, 2019 20:50:16 GMT -5
PRO WRESTLING NEO - VOLUME IV LIVE FROM THE ARIZONA VETERANS MEMORIAL COLISEUM IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA
ELENA MUSGRAVE: “You wanted to see me, sir?”
The show opened with Elena Musgrave walking into her office of Hayato Kageyama, the mysterious and eccentric booker of Pro Wrestling NEO. As in reference to said qualities, a dull flame tinted his office in a russet color. He sat in front of said flame with a tablet on his lap and his back to Elena. Elena, nervously made her way deeper in the room, but Hayato rose his finger.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Elena, you know that we’re trying to keep a professional product going here, right?”
Elena gulped.
ELENA MUSGRAVE: “Yes?”
Hayato snickered, which only made Elena more worried.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “I only called you here to tell you to keep NEO that way. Stop with your mess before you get in real trouble. You already know who I’m referring to.”
Elena’s face went from nervous to annoyed. She looked as if she was about to reply but she realized that she was in no place to do so. Without any further comment, Elena left the room. The camera then crept closer to Hayato, swinging around to reveal his face. Hayato seemed to carry a small grin on his face as he gave the camera a look.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Tag team matches, I heard people ask. Why did I do it this way?”
Hayato chuckled while tapping the side of his head.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “What better way to push people is to put them into situations that they’re forced to accommodate. I know many of the people remaining are not the team players that I would want them to be. But I know that people will be united in their efforts to move on. So now it’s the question of what is more important? Ego or victory?”
The booker relaxed in his seat, making sure that the tablet was tuned into the show.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “And well, those teams that win? You’ll be able to go back to your regularly scheduled programming but under one pretense.”
He let a beat linger in the air.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “You’ll have to watch your back or watch your chance at the ultimate gold slip away.”
Hayato waved his hand at the camera.
HAYATO KAGEYAMA: “Let the show begin.”
The scene opens with the PRO WRESTLING NEO logo plastered over the screen. A scratching noise was heard before the pictures changed. Somewhere in the backstage area we found Deirdre Evans standing around. She was currently chatting with one of the staff workers, till she recognised the cameras.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”Tag Team Matches. Releighing on someone else. Two things that don’t really go hand in hand for me. I don’t trust many people in my life, leave alone strangers. And that is what Mila is to me. Sure she has a big mouth but apart from that I haven’t seen much of her so called talent. She seems like a rip off of every woman that ever entered the business, letting their egos take the driver's seat.”
Deirdre rolled her eyes.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”But if that is what management wants, it is exactly what they get. I don’t have to be a teamplayer to win this match. I didn’t step out of the Indy scene to be held back by formalities. If I must go through this match alone, I will. There is nothing to be afraid of, if anything it is another challenge for yours truly. I am sure our opponents are better known to the industry and probably more over with the fans, but who cares?”
A husky like laughter escaped her while she leaning against the naked wall. In a slow manner she licked over her lips.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”I get it PRO WRESTLING NEO, I am just another rookie. A little name on a list full of superstars. Cool story, what else is new? You seem to forget though that I have been doing nothing else but wrestling for almost a decade. So I might be a newcomer to your company, but hardly a rookie. I have no clue where you found Mila, but it doesn’t really concern me either. I will let her do the tricks that she learned, while I will focus on our opponents. There is a time for fun and games, but eventually things will turn serious. You would thing a girl my size is hard to ignore. You would believe that results matter. But then you realise that no one gives a flying fuck.”
In a rather aggressive manner Deirdre punched against the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. She looked down on her slightly cracked open knuckles, smiling.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”There was a time in my life when I didn’t feel good enough. When I thought that I wasn't worth anything to anyone. So let me make something perfectly clear. I will never go there again. I know what I am capable of. And if management does not, I will have to send them a reminder.”
She stepped closer towards the camera.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”I will not be ignored any longer for the sake of your favourites. Wait for it.”
OPENER
HEAVEN OR HELL - WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFIERS
"COMBUSTIBLE ELEMENTS"
Christopher Kane & Tomoyo Hirate vs. Deirdre Evans & Mila Ainsley
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 first...from San Dimas, California...weighing at a 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.
CERES BENTON: "Kageyama-san has put Chris Kane in an odd position. He's going to be teaming up with the woman who has been terrorizing since he made his debut. So obviously he has to keep his eyes open for any...um."
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "Kicks below the belt."
JIN FUMEI: "Which he should be doing anyways."
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, leaving the crowd in a fearful stupor.
The silence of darkness breaks as “Blood, Tears, Dust” by Lacuna Coil kicks up. The cybernetic introduction causes a sequence of rapid colors to flash over the arena. The thrashing guitar follows in, bringing a single spotlight onto the stage. A coffin lays there and the lid comes open in an ethereal manner, creaking open. Smoke begins to flood out of the interior, which draws the camera in, as if it was allured by some supernatural presence. Hands reach onto the opposing sides.
♪ Three nights of hell Immortality to spell Light up the sky Make it through the darkness ♪
The spotlight turns green as Deirdre Evans lifts herself up, swinging her head forward. Her hair falls in front of her face as she ascends out of the coffin. She drags her hand through her hair, revealing her face tinted with green. She smiles partly and looks towards the crowd. Stepping out of her coffin with authority, she forces the smoke to parade around her. Deirdre approaches the entranceway and moves close to the fans. Some retreat back, while others are enraptured by her nigh-otherworldly mystique. To one fan, she caresses their face, drawing them further into her essence before breaking away to head towards the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing his opponents...first...from Kirkwall, Scotland...weighing at a 160 pounds...she is Madame Bizarre...DEIRDRE EVANS!"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "Madame Bizarre put on a spectacle last week in her first match in NEO in an absolute destructive match with Sophie El. That was definitely good for me. Was it for you too?"
JIN FUMEI: "Please...please do not say it like that, Elizabeth, but you are right about the match itself. That match was up there for match of the night!"
While the lights cycle through a rapid sort of white and green hues. Once she makes it to the end of the ramp, she turns her back to the congregation of adoring fans before lifting herself onto the ring apron. She swings her legs in and drags herself into the ring from under the bottom rope. Resting there, Deirdre grips the middle rope and brings herself up with an act of incredible flexibility. She grabs the top rope and swings her head back, taking any strand of hair from her face. The camera zeroes in on her wry smile for a moment before she heads for her corner. The lights go up as the mythical show comes to an end.
“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: "Introducing her tag team partner...making her way to the ring, from Seattle, Washington... she is “The Banter Queen"...MIIILLLA AINSLEY!
CERES BENTON: "Loud, brash, and with something to prove, Mila Ainsley has no doubt been telling everyone about how she's going to be take NEO for herself. She shown that with how she won against Fallon Lockhart a few weeks ago! If that goes forward here, she'll get the win, but man, she'll have some doubters."
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.
The camera happened to cut over to Deirdre and Mila as referee Matvey Morozov checked both Christopher and Tomoyo for contraband. Deirdre was receiving an earful of lip, and based on the passively disgusted expression on her face, she was none too pleased about it. The microphone didn’t pick up everything, however, “don’t fuck things up for me” came in quite clearly. Once he determined that the other team was clean, Matvey checked in with Mila and Deirdre. After giving the all-clear signal, he called for the bell.
DING! DING!
Tomoyo and Mila started things off for their respective teams. It didn’t take long before Mila got right into Tomoyo’s face to talk that good shit. Mila’s relayed all types of filth-flarn-flith to her opponent. All the while, Tomoyo stood there with a look of boredom on her face. At one point, she even lifted her right hand to check her nails. Well, that lack of recognition sent Mila into a rage. She fired in a shoot kick to Tomoyo’s left leg—
But the Six-Tailed Fox leaped over it with ease.
JIN FUMEI: “What a clean dodge.”
Mila received the business end of a European uppercut before she was snapmared to the mat. A massive soccer kick caught Mila in her lower back. She momentarily yelped in pain, that is until Tomoyo dropped down and cranked on Mila’s head with a chin lock. The Banter Queen’s eyes darted towards her tag team partner. Her hand even extended towards the corner, as if she were pleading for aid. Deirdre’s aid came in the form of verbal encouragement; she let Mila know that she wasn’t going to “fuck things up” for her and that Mila could fight out of it.
That made Mila angry. And that anger is actually allowed Mila to reach up and break Tomoyo’s grip. Mila then reared back and slammed her dome into Tomoyo’s face. The blow disorientated the Six-Tailed Fox. Mila was quick to her feet. She grabbed ahold of Tomoyo’s hair and lifted her up. Some nasty European uppercut cuts had Tomoyo stumbling about, that is until Mila shot her into the corner. She charged into and tried to connect with a forearm, but Tomoyo moved out of the way. But a well-placed boot shut down any hope that Tomoyo had. Mila swiftly jumped up and sat on the top rope. She grabbed Tomoyo and drove her to the mat with a cravate cutter. She then went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “That was a lucky move.”
CERES BENTON: “That cutter looked dangerous but Tomoyo kept her head on straight.”
Tomoyo had the ring awareness to place her foot on the bottom rope, which broke up the count. Deirdre held out her hand for the tag. Most people would have tagged her in at this point. But Mila? She laughed in Deirdre’s face before she laid the boots to Tomoyo. Once more, Mila grabbed a handful of hair and brought her opponent back to a vertical base.
And that’s when she made the deadly mistake of taunting Tomoyo and the crowd. Her moment of haughtiness allowed Tomoyo to break free and crack her with a rolling elbow. Ms. Ainsley stumbled backward and collapsed in her corner. This allowed Deirdre to reach over the ropes and sternly tap her shoulder. Matvey signaled that it was a legal tag. And although she was dazed, Mila glared at her partner as she exited the ring. Tomoyo also was able to make it to her corner. Christopher reluctantly tagged in and entered the ring.
JIN FUMEI: “Should we remind Chris that he needs to work with Tomoyo to get into the next stage?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Tomoyo has exclusively kicked Chris in the balls ever since they’ve met. I doubt that I would want to team with her at all.”
Christopher sped in and cracked Deirdre with a running elbow. She moved back an inch, but that was it. Christopher nailed a quick flurry of strikes that ended with an enzuiguri. That sequence was more to his liking, as it sent Deirdre wobbling backward a few feet. Christopher hit the ropes, rebounded, and connected with a dropkick. This sent Deirdre into the ropes. However, she caught the rising Kane with a rebound headbutt. His eyes widened as pain shot throughout his body. Deirdre hit the ropes once more, only to clobber Christopher with a lariat. It turned him inside-out.
He tried to roll away, but Deirdre grabbed ahold of him. She deadlifted him up into the air and stalled for a second. Christopher swung back wildly with punches; many connected. However, Deirdre maintained her hold and planted him with a Regalplex. She bridged into a pin:
ONE!
TWO!
Tomoyo entered the ring and stomped on Deirdre’s head. But her attack didn’t stop there. Tomoyo continued to stomp on her chest and ribs. Matvey showed a little leniency and allowed Christopher to stand to his feet before he admonished Tomoyo and told her to leave the ring. Her response? A hard shove that sent the referee flying into the corner.
At this point, Deirdre’s patience had reached a breaking point. She rolled over onto her stomach and began to rise up to her knees, despite Tomoyo’s blows. It wasn’t long before she was back to a vertical base. That’s when Tomoyo took a step back. Deirdre peered back at her partner, but it was clear that Mila wasn’t going to jump in and help. Madame Bizarre let out a grunt of frustration and cracked her neck.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “That sounded good but scary for them.”
Christopher and Tomoyo exchanged a glance. They were enemies, but they knew they had to fight together to get out of the match alive. Christopher and Tomoyo both charged Deirdre without a moment's notice. They began pelting her with forearms and elbows, attempting to overwhelm the Scottish woman. Deirdre was able to stiff-arm both of them and create some distance. She then blasted Christopher with a nasty big boot. Tomoyo hit Deirdre with a nice shoot kick to the chest; Deirdre responded by launching her into the air. She caught Tomoyo with a European uppercut on the way down.
But she was so focused on Tomoyo that she didn’t see Christopher get up and run towards her. He connected with a Koppu Kick that caught Deirdre flush. He kipped to his feet, lept up, and dropped Deirdre with a From Nowhere (Ace Crusher). Matvey regained some order by pushing Tomoyo onto the ring apron. He then dropped down to make the count as Christopher hooked Deirdre’s leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
Deirdre somehow kicked out through sheer force of will. Christopher was a bit shocked, but he kept calm. He got back to his feet and shot himself into the ropes. He came back, jumped into the air, and rotated. A beautiful shooting star press—
But Deirdre caught him!
CERES BENTON: “Oh my goodness. That’s some fearsome strength.”
She stood up to her feet a moment later. That’s when Tomoyo jumped over the top rope. But she ran face first into another boot from Deirdre. The Six-Tailed Fox rolled to the outside. Christopher was kicking and squirming, which caused Deirdre to back up and bit…
And allowed Mila to make a blind tag, which Matvey noticed.
It took Deirdre a bit of effort, but she was finally able to shift Christopher’s body weight. She hoisted him up and planted him with THE OTHER SIDE (Colt .45). She went for the cover, but Matvey told her she wasn’t the legal woman. That’s when Mila entered the ring and hip-checked Deirdre. She then dropped down and went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
WINNERS: Deirdre Evans & Mila Ainsley via Pinfall (THE OTHER SIDE! - 13:33)
If looks could kill, Mila would have been shot dead. Nevertheless, Mila celebrated as she’d just picked up the greatest victory of all time. But she actually fled the ring as Deirdre got to her feet and took a step towards her.
CERES BENTON: “She stole the win and she wants to run?! What happened to that attitude from Twitter?!”
JIN FUMEI: “That’s not running. That’s perserving your energy for a future fight.”
Meanwhile, Tomoyo had begun to wake up on the apron. She entered the ring and spoke with Matvey, who indicated that Deirdre and Mila had won. This sent her into a fit of rage. While she was thrashing about, Christopher used the ropes to get back to his feet.
And that’s when he has spun around.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “No Nut 3? Is this better than the sequel?”
Tomoyo attempted to knee him in the Jimmies. But this time, Christopher blocked it! He then leaped up and blasted her in the chin with a high knee. The crowd cheered at Tomoyo getting laid out in the center of the ring. Christopher looked down at Tomoyo, shaking his head as he began to move to the back.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 20, 2019 21:24:45 GMT -5
The camera cuts backstage to Will Neilson himself sitting on top of an equipment box, his legs carelessly hanging off the edge and his arms stretched outwards. He soon brings his arms on and lays his hands on his knees, letting out a deep breath and pushing some of the blonde locks out of his face.
WILL NEILSON: “It hasn’t been the exact start to the year that I wanted, has it? Putting what happened in the first round behind me couldn’t even prepare me for what was going to happen next. I real- can’t… describe what happened in the moment before my match with Ezra Eden.”
Will shakes his head and tilts it off to the side before letting out a sigh, the corners of his mouth trying to form a smirk but it just doesn’t happen.
WILL NEILSON: “Everything hurt. Literally, everything. That cult doesn’t mess around when trying to prove their point and as you all saw, my face was anything but pretty. I actually didn’t even know where I was until the doctor woke me up. All that matters though is that I’m still here and still fighting to escape this tournament. My eyes are focused on the competition and not on Vanity Fulbright and the Church of Oleska. They’ll get their comeuppance.”
He looks down the corridor, seeing people walk past and presumably to the gorilla position as Will’s match is coming up next. Neilson sees this and uses his arms to lift himself up and off the equipment box, springing to his feet and adjusting the collar on his entrance jacket before starting a slow walk whilst still speaking.
WILL NEILSON: “As somebody who does love a good drink or two, seeing that I’m facing the man known as HENNY is quite the surprise to wake up to. The funny thing about all of this is that if this happened a few months back, we could have had a mirror match on our hands! Imagine that?”
Will chuckles to himself, reaching over to adjust the wristband on his right arm before doing the same on his left arm.
WILL NEILSON: “I’m getting waaaaay too off topic here though. There’s no doubt that HENNY wants this opportunity to escape as much as I do, but fuck it man, getting screwed over two times in a row can motivate someone to do anything. This is nothing personal HENNY, you seem like a fine fellow and I highly rate your fashion choice. It’s just a shame that you continue to make excuses on why you lose. What’s it going to be this week, eh? Should make my feed the slight bit more entertaining.”
Approaching a larger crowd of people near a curtain, Will takes a few steps back and leans against the wall whilst running his hands through his hair and cracking his neck, preparing for what’s to come.
WILL NEILSON: “This tournament was designed to see who has the strength and spirit to survive, to not be the best but avoid being at the bottom of the ladder. I still have lengths to go in my career and if there’s something I don’t want to be recognised as, it’s the person who is barred from challenging for titles or anything like that because they can’t win. Everybody wants to be a winner, that’s just human nature. All I want to know is how far people are willing to push themselves to avoid being the anomaly in the system, because with me? Nah, mate. The only thing I refuse to be is a loser in the grand scheme of things.”
Will stops leaning against the wall and looks towards the camera, flashing a smile as only he knows how.
WILL NEILSON: “Just try and tell me no.”
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND THREE
"DIDN'T THEY USED TO LOOK ALIKE?"
HENNY vs. Will Neilson
”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!
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.
'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. Will makes his way out, arms down at his side and a grin on his face as he takes an opportunity to observe the arena and crowd.
"Staring eyes wide open gazing into nothing, running in place again
Going through the motions, in and out as the oceans, repeating
Numb to the silence, to the absence of emotion, the sum of the script
Nothing but a click in the rotation."
After a bit of waiting he finally starts a walk down the ramp with a more focused expression on his face, getting down towards the apron before raising his arms outwards and proceeding to now make his way up the steel steps, stopping when on the apron to raise his arms out once again on the apron.
Neilson climbs into the ring and hops about before scaling the nearest turnbuckle and zipping his leather jacket down, slowly removing it and holding it outwards so his chest and them abs are viewable. He doesn't stay up there long though, throwing his jacket over his shoulder and walking to the center of the ring attempting to hype up the crowd a bit more. Eventually walking towards another corner and propping himself up on the top rope, sitting down and awaiting for whatever comes next.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Making his way to the ring hailing from the West Midlands, England... weighing in at 217 lbs, he is the Great British Meme, WILL.. NEILSON!”
DING! DING!
JIN FUMEI: “Both men would love to escape this tournament and have seen long strings of bad luck here.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Wrestling powerhouses, dealing with insane cults, and arguing with hookers all constitutes as bad luck, yes.”
CERES BENTON: “Well there’s none of that tonight. Just two men wanting to get out of Heaven or Hell.”
The Phoenix crowd watches on as HENNY and Neilson begin to slowly circle each other, getting ready to have the feeling out process as it were. The two begin verbally having it on each other, still not actually looking up with HENNY informing Will that he should leave now and basking in HENNY is the closest thing to a win he’s getting tonight. Will, however, responds simply that HENNY contours like a makeup reviewer on youtube.
The Pinnacle responds by kicking the back of Neilson’s leg out and slapping on a resthold, seated chinlock to be exact. HENNY ignores the referee zipping around like a bee every few seconds to check that the hold is legal, just so Henny can properly grind his knuckles into the temple of Weily Neily. He keeps working that headlock until Neilson forces himself to a standing position, only for Henny to let loose with a sleeper suplex.
The crowd boos as HENNY gets that good cover.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I just want to know what’s wrong with getting makeup tips from Youtube. Honestly.”
CERES BENTON: “Not touching that one..”
ONE!
The Great British Meme, however, ain’t going out like that, shoulder up before a two count is even thought about on the mind of the referee. He’s quickly up as the two men lock up and Will begins to press the advantage, pushing backward and getting HENNY into the corner. He slowly begins to unlock the collar elbow tie up before slowly patting the chest of Henny Heartache gently, before saying he just wanted to try the merchandise but not really feeling like making the buy.
Natch, this goes over as well as you would expect and the Pinnacle forearms the SHIT out of Neilson’s face before yelling that “EVERYONE WANTS TO BUY HENNY!” Neilson wipes some blood from his mouth, turns back.
And responds in kind by forearming the literal TASTE out of The Pinnacle’s mouth. The two men stare each other down.
...And finally, things get serious.
Back and forth they trade blows, first forearms before things devolve into European uppercuts, and the Great British Meme has enough of this exchange, finally mowing down HENNY with a running clothesline. When the Swedish veteran gets himself back up he gets pulled into a vertical suplex lift which gets faked out into a jumping neckbreaker the moment Henny lands feet on the mat. Neilson quickly gets the cover.
JIN FUMEI: “Finally done with the mind games from both parties I see.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I thought the song was called ‘Headgames’.”
CERES BENTON: “You’re the salt of the earth, Elizabeth.”
ONE!
TWO!
HENNY gets the shoulder quick enough and The Great British Meme immediately translates that into a seated sleeper hold... Well, at least he would if not for The Pinnacle telling the referee that Will needs to “WATCH THE FACE!”, trying to grab the ref by the collar while not-so-accidentally jabbing Neilson in the eye with an elbow. Will rolls away, trying to wipe his eye and he turns right around into the business end of a BUSAIKU KNEE KICK compliments of The Pinnacle. HENNY orders the peon (formerly known as the referee) to get over here and make the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
With another kickout, the most glorious Hennifer drags Will towards the center of the ring before driving one falling elbow drop and then another and then another and then another into the heart of the Great British Meme, before finishing it off with a jumping elbow drop for good measure. That’s not enough though. That or the harsh boos of the crowd once HENNY is back in control. He grabs Will by arms, dragging up until the upper half of his body is out of the ring and on the apron. With Neilson’s lower half still in the ring, HENNY takes aim for a jumping knee drop on the apron.
He jumps.
He lands.
...Knee on the apron as he punches the ground in pain while Neilson recovers in the ring, shaking off those elbows. He spies The Pinnacle beginning to try and stand up and Weily Neily seems to get an idea. A brilliant idea in fact. He looks out to the crowd and nods before Neilson rebounds on the opposite ropes and takes off. It looks like a suicide dive attempt at first but at the last moment as HENNY catches him, Neily swings his legs and shifts it into a goddamn LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE GOT ‘EM (Jumping Flatliner) on the ground!
Both men are down and the referee has begun counting them both out.
CERES BENTON: “Will put it all on the line there with that flatliner transitioned from the suicide dive. He’s gotta be hurting as much as he hurt Henny.”
JIN FUMEI: “When you’re in the ring with a veteran and trying to prove you’re among the best, you’ll throw caution to the wind.”
One... Two... Three...!
Neilson is the first to at least something like a vertical base, taking a knee however but he’s halfway there. HENNY has a hand on the crown of his head, trying to shake off whatever he can make sense of The Great British Meme unleashing on him at the last second. Neilson stands up shakily and goes to step into the ring but Hennifer grabs him by the tights and pulls him back before going for a belly to belly...!
Four... Five... Six...!
Will blocks it, however, using both arms to dig in the waist lock and break it before he scores another forearm shot against the head of HENNY. The two begin devolving back into hard strikes, forearms giving way into uppercuts and a kick to the gut from HENNY. He goes for the front facelock, potentially looking for a fisherman’s suplex onto the barricade.
Seven... Eight... !
The Great British Meme maneuvers into a reverse of the wrist lock before pulling HENNY forward into of all things, a surprise headbutt! He crosses his arms in front of his chest to brace himself but Neilson goes ALL in on the headbutt, rattling both his own bell and HENNY’s. He grips his head and rolls into the ring as The Pinnacle goes to give chase--
Nine...!
Only for Neilson at the last possible moment to do a half-circle followed by a baseball slide into the chest of HENNY as he attempts to roll in, denying him!
TEN!
DING! DING!
ERIN LAMBERT: "Here is your winner by countout and escaping the Heaven or Hell tournament... WILL NEILSON!!"
CERES BENTON: “Caution to the wind and a little bit of cunning pays off big for Will, finally escaping the tournament but try as he might The Pinnacle still has not gotten out of this.”
JIN FUMEI: “Last time Will got counted out, this time he watches time tick down on someone else.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “This is all not very HENNY of you guys.”
WINNER: Will Neilson via countout (11:44)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 20, 2019 21:43:46 GMT -5
Clay.
Simple.
Easy.
Clay.
The fingers of the Graceful Assassin are muddied with the color of beige smears. Of course, the camera has only kept on her fingers. Fingers molding slowly, spreading and squeezing around a formless, shiftless lump of beige. She pinches down on the ends and pressed the lump down on the wooden table.
The camera takes a moment to make a cut on Irina, standing in full height and still wearing that artist’s smock that is covered in splatters of paint here and there. She calmly continues pinching at the, almost seeming to find a zen-like calm within the molding. She let out the most gentle sigh and ran a thumb across the clay before shaking her head.
IRINA ONEGIN: "What to do... What to do... What do you think?"
The camera slowly pans to a few members of the Church of Oleska, silently watching on. Like Irina, they wore artistic smocks, and just like the Graceful Assassin they had similar lumps of clay in front of them. She watched them as they watched her before one by one they shrugged sincerely. Not a single one knowing what to do in this instance. She sucked her teeth and begin to murmur something in Russian before motioning down at the clay.
IRINA ONEGIN: "To be a true artist, one must create. One must take something raw and out of this rawness, out of this slump of raw, uncultured soil, sand and dirt and make something wondrous. Something beautiful. Fantastic. You all understand of course."
A few nods across the board. A pleasant smile runs across the lips of the Graceful Assassin and she begins to slowly bend at the knee as the camera follows her. It zooms in on her as she stares down at the clay with those wild eyes.
IRINA ONEGIN: "World championship qualifiers. Myself and the incomparable Silas Romero versus Blaise Fader & Evelyn Kuller. While I must admit that I particularly find Evelyn’s attitude dare I say... Adorable? One must forgive seeing this upcoming match like a lump of clay. So much possibility out of something as simple as a tag team clash. I mean, you can see them up and down the show. Of course every single one of the teams this evening want nothing less than a victory. I must admit as... Adorable, endearing as I find Miss Kuller’s radiance and might even enjoy an at length discussion with Ms. Fader about the artistic prospects of professional wrestling as an art form however--"
Irina’s fingers slowly began to slide over the large lump of clay, her fingers beginning to dig into the medium, slowly clenching down and digging in. Her fingers keep pressing, past the point of indentation, past the point of a masterpiece made from random disaster. She dusts her fingers in silence and stares ahead. Her voice lowers an octave as she looks among the other members of the Church of Oleska.
IRINA ONEGIN: "There is no place for anything but gold brought to the feet of our dearest--my dearest Vanity. Everyone must know this. Everyone must know this and suffer the garden."
Cut to commercial.
HEAVEN OR HELL - WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFIERS
"EGOCENTRIC"
William Bateman & Cassius Reed vs. Francesca & Ashlyn Monroe
The overhead lights fade to black, draping the arena in darkness beyond the ever-present flicker of flashes from cell phones and cameras. For several long moments, that darkness is left to reign...only ceasing when the bassline of Kanye West’s “Hell of a Life” comes thumping through the PA system in all of it’s distorted glory; the uptempo rhythm causing a strobe of white and hot pink lights to burst to life, pulsing in time with the bass as milky white fog rises from the base of the stage. It’s only as the full instrumentation breaks loose that the ‘Pretty Boy Assassin’ makes his presence known-an almost expectant look upon his face as a mixture of cheers and jeers reign down upon him while he strides through the curtains. His walk is a slow and purposeful one, taken at his leisure and performed with a certain swagger; each step taken with a slight bounce as he strokes over his beard between long glances over the audience he deems as his own.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing, from Los Angeles, California, “Christ Himself”, “The Pretty Boy Assassin” William Bateman!"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "Ah, yes, it's Elena's least favorite wrestler, but he's damn good, though."
CERES BENTON: "As much as Elena hates to say it, this man is what Kageyama-san sees as one of the cornerpieces of our company. If those contract details get released, I can see him being the most paid here. His skill backs it up."
It’s only once he’s seemingly satisfied with the reaction that he’s beginning that journey down the ramp, his arms rising out to either side and his head bowing-as if soaking in the mixture of adulation or hatred. His arms raise higher, deftly avoiding the outreached hands of the unwashed masses, even as he turns his back toward the ring to continue that arrogant, meandering march toward the bottom of the ramp. It’s only once that he’s there that he’s turning around again, looking out over the crowd again as he paces along the ring side area, idly searching for a person he deems attractive enough to offer a selfie to. It’s only after that person is found and that selfie is given (with security direction to keep undesirables out of the shot), that he’s climbing up the ring steps and onto the apron.
Pacing along the apron, an outstretched hand sweeps over the crowd before rising slowly, as though demanding their adulation once more. The process repeats itself once or twice, ceasing only once he was satisfied before he’s suddenly rushing the corner, a few running steps leading him up the outside of the turnbuckles before he’s somersaulting into the ring. Rather than landing on his feet however, ‘Christ Himself’ rolls through, coming to a knee in the center of the ring...before dramatically throwing his arms out to the side and rising, slowly but surely, with a trademark grin tugging at his lips, almost as though to say that the ‘Real’ show has his permission to start now. It’s only after drinking in the moment that he’s slowly backpedaling towards a corner of his choosing, his attention wandering out toward the crowd as he idly fixes his hair.
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: "Introducing his partner...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!"
JIN FUMEI: "Up until Nora Foley's dominant debut, Cassius Reed had the fastest win in NEO's short history. His track record gives us the reasons why but how is going to fare teaming up with one of the most arrogant people on the roster?"
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.
"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 (insert venue name here)! 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.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing their opponents..first...Once again proudly representing her hometown of Bloomfield, New Jersey....Your Fleexican!!!!! FRANNNNNNNNNNNN-CES-CAAAAAAAA!!!"
CERES BENTON: "Coming out alone tonight, I see? Well, regardless, Francesca is an elite in the shadows, a young woman who is about to get her shine. She's one step closer to the world title she believes she deserves."
JIN FUMEI: "But how far can she get without help?"
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"
Fran proceeded on and rolled into the ring. Once she settled herself she moved towards the turnbuckle.
The lights dim as the wondrous beat of Katy Perry’s “ET” starts up, prompting a flood of boos to come from the crowd before anyone’s even stepped through the curtain. Flashing cascades of purple and white overflow the optics of the fanbase, the viewers at home, and the cameramen. From the curtain, strutting to the beat, Ashlyn Monroe stands firmly and ready. She gazes up into the booing crowd, a coy little smirk on her face as she just dismisses them with a wave and makes her way down the ring.
Ashlyn doesn’t so much as cast another cursory glance toward the fans as she makes her way down to the ring, twirling her hair around one finger. At the base of the ramp, though, a fan is able to get through the practiced apathy of the Diminutive Dynamo--although, more than anything, she just gives him a pretty mean side-eye, and a bit of a smirk. She doesn’t dignify him with a response, though, just casually sauntering around the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: Making her way to the ring...from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 112 pounds--ASHLYN MONROE!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "Here's my pick to advance on, actually."
JIN FUMEI: "Why is that?"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "A multiple tag team champion that decided to stake out on her own to some great success. No one should doubt that and tonight, she's in her element more than anyone else."
JIN FUMEI: "That was astute of you, Elizabeth."
Hearing her own name brings a smile to her face as she guides herself up the steps. She enters the ring with a sensual elegance, turning to climb the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd further, seeming to beckon the boos--which the crowd are happy to provide her. She steps off the turnbuckle and stretches a little bit to warm herself up. With a whip of her hair, she’s now poised and ready to fight the world.
DING! DING!!
After the bell’s toll, Bateman began to circle around the mat while Ashlyn strutted about. Bateman stopped mid-way through and pointed at his opponent, chuckling slightly at her height. Ashlyn lolled her tongue in her mouth and came after him. Bateman stopped her easily, shoving her to the mat. Ashlyn got to her feet and came back at him, getting tossed to the mat. Bateman merely shook his head and gave Ashlyn some space. Ashlyn got up, slapping the mat as she did, her eyes narrowed at the veteran world champion. When she approached him again, it seemed like it was about to more of the same but then Ashlyn brought her foot up and caught Bateman in the gut with a toe kick. Bateman held his stomach and Ashlyn swept his leg out. When Bateman began to get his feet, Ashlyn shoved him down to the mat with a boot and pressed her weight onto him. Referee Ollie Summers came over to start the count.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Ashlyn daintily got off Bateman, like a ballerina on stage, and offered Ollie a fake smile. Ollie seemed to not want any of it and told her to watch herself. Ashlyn merely laughed and kicked Bateman onto his stomach with a well-placed strike to the ribs. Bateman began to get to his feet, seemingly irritated that his face pressed into the mat. Yet, as he did, he saw Cassius with his hand out. Bateman looked as if he didn’t want to, maybe a moment of irritation, but in the end, he slapped Cassius’ hand and let him in. Cassius got into the ring with fervent energy, the crowd growing behind his immediate charisma.
CERES BENTON: “I guess Bateman got sick and tired of dealing with Ashlyn’s offense?”
JIN FUMEI: “He’s probably saving his energy.”
Ashlyn looked on from a neutral position with a curious look on her face. She went to lock up with Cassius. It looked as if Ashlyn was getting the advantage, but in reality, Cassius was just toying with her. He quickly turned the tides and snapped on a side headlock. Ashlyn backed herself into the ropes and tried to shoot him off, but Cassius lowered his center of gravity and maintained the hold. A few of Ashlyn’s punches connected with Cassius’ ribs, but this only caused him to crank down on her neck even more with a smile on his face. In order to counteract with his offense, Ashlyn stepped down on the back of his leg. This brought Cassius down to his knee. She then reached up, grabbed him by the mouth and the bridge of the nose, and pulled upwards. The pain caused Cassius to break his hold. Ashlyn then drove Cassius’ head into the mat with a low angled DDT. She quickly turned him over and went for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO—
But it was too early for Cassius to call it a night. He kicked out with some authority. No matter; Ashlyn simply hopped up and shot herself into the ropes. She leaped onto the middle ropes and sprung backward with a moonsault. She hooked the leg for the pin once more.
ONE!
TWO—
Cassius kicked out again. This time, Ashlyn grabbed ahold of his boot and dragged him to her corner. She tagged in Francesca.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Yay, Francesca! Where’s the anteater?!”
JIN FUMEI: “My head’s going to be hurting if they get to talking.”
Francesca laughed towards Cassius, who smirked and laughed back. The two broke their focus and came at one another, talking their...unique way of trash talk. Cassius threw the first blow with a forearm before Francesca sent it back. The two devolved quickly into a flurry of blows to one another until the two broke away. Cassius threw out jabs to try to condition Francesca into a disadvantageous position but Francesca was evading around the blows, perhaps something she picked up on the streets. Yet, it was only a matter of time before she was near the ropes. A clinch later and Cassius was able to unload some gut punches. The first few made Francesca buckle and she hastily avoided an uppercut by weaving herself out of the ring with her hands up.
Ollie Summers brought Cassius away but had to barrel out of the way as Francesca brought her opponent down with a one-handed bulldog. She got up with a cackle and tried to boot Cassius out of the ring. It didn’t work but Francesca made an adjustment and kept Cassius down with a running neck snap. Palm to the face and shoulders down, Francesca made the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Francesca brushed Cassius’ face and got up to tag in Ashlyn. Once Ashlyn was brought back in, Cassius was on his feet. He tried to reach out to Bateman, but noticed that...he wasn’t holding out his hand at all. Ashlyn stepped onto Cassius’ back and used him as a stair to leap over the top ropes. She waited for Cassius to get up, who was still confused by Bateman’s action, and he got planted with a Diving Hurricanrana. Ashlyn tagged in Francesca, who ran at a turnbuckle nearby, and planted Cassius with a Tornado DDT. Francesca climbed to the top rope, aiming out to the sky before diving off for the Twerkscrew Moonsault (Corkscrew Moonsault) but Cassius moved out the way at the last second.
Cassius, once again, looked for the tag in, but Bateman merely looked at him, and gave him a thumbs up, saying that he was doing good all by himself. Cassius stood there for a moment before catching him with a Pimp Hand! Bateman fell off the ropes by his own volition, holding his face as Cassius turned back to Francesca. Francesca was getting towards the ropes and Cassius saw his chance. He ran for the ropes and put her down with the Funkensteiner. Getting up immediately, he saw Ashlyn making a move, so he ran forward and hit SWEET CHRISTMAS (Sunset Flip Powerbomb), smashing her into the outside mat.
JIN FUMEI: “When you’re fighting by yourself, you might have to get a bit high risk!”
CERES BENTON: “Cassius might have a chance to win it for himself if he can just capitalize on
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Bateman’s still holding his face.”
Cassius leaped over the ropes and in quick succession, he hit Plan C (Springboard Moonsault)! The crowd was going wild for the performance that Cassius was putting on. As he got up, he suddenly felt a knee strike him in the back of the head. The crowd’s intense cheering transitioned into booing as Bateman stood over Cassius. He dragged his now delirious partner to the corner and tagged himself in. Without any care, he shoved Cassius out of the ring and walked over to Francesca.
It was easy to pick up Francesca and put her down with The Kill (Psycho Driver)! With a boot on her chest, Ollie Summers dropped down to the mat, not without giving Bateman a look. He replied to it with an expression of false gratitude.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
William brushed his foot off Francesca before turning around to leave. As he did, Cassius ran forward and caught him in the back of the head with a right hand, sending Bateman to the mat. Before he could go to work on his tag team partner, Bateman escaped under the ring. As he held the back of his head, he told Cassius that he should thank him and he knew what was going to happen anyways. Cassius simply glared out as he was forced to take the win.
WINNERS: William Bateman and Cassius Reed via pinfall (The Kill - 12:59)
NINA STOKES: “Word around town is that I’ve been acting a bit peculiar lately.”
Her words ring out fairly clear as the picture comes to life. Nina is seated in a chair backstage in the women’s locker room. She isn’t slated to wrestle this evening, and her attire reflects it. Black soft-shell North Face jacket. Black Nike leggings. Rusty, pink, and white Nike Air Zoom Structure 22s.
NINA STOKES: “Whatever do you mean?”
The facetious question causes a smirk to appear on her face.
NINA STOKES: “I think I’ve been acting perfectly normal, given the circumstances.”
She shrugs her shoulder as she crosses her legs.
NINA STOKES: “When I was following your ideals and dictated by your perceptions, everything was cool. But since that I’m doing what I want to do, now there’s a problem, huh?
She chuckles.
NINA STOKES: “Typical.”
Nina leans back in her seat, really getting comfortable.
NINA STOKES: “Do I feel sorry that I robbed Zelda of her dream match? Nope. Dreams are meant to be broken. Do I regret putting such as beating on Fallon? Not at all. In fact, I was merciful. I probably should have hit her harder, if we’re being honest.”
She stares forward at the camera.
NINA STOKES: “People and promotions have walked on my back to get to the top. I let them, at the time. I’m not doing that anymore. Right now? I’m focused on me. I’m focused on the things I want to accomplish. And is one of you decides to get in the way? Well—
Nina isn’t able to finish her words. A deep cackle comes from her mouth. It lingers for maybe ten seconds before it’s replaced by a wicked smirk. And that’s when the camera cuts back to ringside.
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. 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.
ERIN LAMBERT: Hailing from St. Johns, Florida.. Weighing in at 235lbs. He is the "Hipster Hercules".. SILAS ROMERO!
CERES BENTON: “Winning over Shane Atwater through some dubious means set the pace for this tournament. The winner of the first ever match in NEO, Silas is another man here that knows how talented he is.”
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.
“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!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "There's no church members with her."
JIN FUMEI: "A dangerous and mysterious beauty walking side by side with a monstrous cultist like Vanity. I'm never sure what goes on in Irina's mind but it's haunting to say the least."
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 lights go down in the arena, save for the spotlight over the entrance ramp. With each crescendo of bass-y reverb before the music begins, the stage lights flash, separated by the sped-up vocal sample of "House Train". It's when the beat picks up and Stormzy starts rapping that the stage erupts in a flurry of smoke and pyrotechnics, revealing a triumphant Blaise Fader. She leaps forward into the spotlight, shooting a pair of Victory V's in the air as sparks from the pyro rain down on her.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing their opponents...from Coventry, England...weighing at a 240 pounds...BLAISEEEE FAAAAADEEEEEER!"
JIN FUMEI: "Blaise Fader managed to get here after a key victory over HENNY. She's a growing prospect in wrestling and now she's trying to take her chance. Good luck to the young lady."
CERES BENTON: "Listen to this crowd, though! They love her! But it's about to get louder in here."
Keeping with the upbeat, frenetic tempo of her music, Blaise makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands and taking part in selfies with fans, making it a point to lap the ringside area for high fives all around. Not exactly fit enough to dive through the ropes or leap onto the ring apron, Blaise takes the steel steps and vaults herself over the ropes, working the crowd on each side of the ring. She raises Victory V's from each turnbuckle. From there, she shadowboxes her corner, ready for her opponent.
"I've got this burning like my veins are filled with nothing but gasoline... And with a spark it's gonna be the biggest fire they've ever seen!"
At this, "Light Up The Night" by The Protomen kicks in mid-song, bringing out The Perfect Evil, Evelyn Kuller. She stands on the stage, clapping along with the music, mouthing along, getting the crowd going. As it builds to the main line, she holds one finger up as the lights begin to dim, getting them ready for the moment, the crowd building along with her.
"We can light up the night!"
The lights explode back on, fireworks along the stage going off as Evelyn sets off on a run down the ring, visibly mouthing along with the song even as she slides under the ropes to enter the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Heading to the ring right now, weighing in tonight at 160lbs, she is currently residing in Richmond, California, but can be found “wherevers fun to hang out, really”, she is called The Perfect Evil, this is Evelyn! KULLLLLLLLER!!"
ELIZABETH LESAGE: "Ow, my poor ears."
CERES BENTON: "Told you. Evelyn has a special place in the hearts of many fans, especially those who remember her in JCP. Gosh, Kageyama-san is wild, putting two of the most beloved stars of our time on the same side."
JIN FUMEI: "Adorations leads to nothing if you do not have the skill to back it up."
Evelyn pops up to her feet, coming to face the camera. She raises an arm, to the crowd watching live and at home, mouthing along with the song to them.
"Maybe you and I... We can still make it right. Maybe we can bring back the light..."
The song fades at this, Evelyn flashing a smile before moving to her corner, waiting for the action to start.
Keeping with the upbeat, frenetic tempo of her music, Blaise makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands and taking part in selfies with fans, making it a point to lap the ringside area for high fives all around. Not exactly fit enough to dive through the ropes or leap onto the ring apron, Blaise takes the steel steps and vaults herself over the ropes, working the crowd on each side of the ring. She raises Victory V's from each turnbuckle. From there, she shadowboxes her corner, ready for her opponent.
Silas and Blaise started the match off, walking around the ring. Silas’ face darkened at the overwhelming positivity that not only his opponents were radiating but the crowd’s uproarious cheers for Blaise and Evelyn. Blaise stopped mid-way, encouraging the fans to start in on a chant. Silas looked around, trying to see what Blaise had planned. Soon enough, Blaise started it off with only one word.
“Yamcha.”
JIN FUMEI: “Oh no.”
Silas’ eyes widened as Blaise led the crowd behind her chant of Yamcha, which made Silas wave his hands in concern, trying to stop them immediately.
”YAMCHA, YAMCHA, YAMCHA!”
Blaise kept the chant up until Silas came at her with an attempt at an elbow strike. Blaise evaded it easily and struck him the chest with a chop, sending him back towards the corner. She ran in and hit Silas with a corner crossbody, forcing him to crumble to the floor. Blaise ran back and got some speed, trying for the Rock’n Rolla (Cannonball Senton) but Silas got up quickly and moved away, far away--out of the ring.
He shook his finger at Blaise for starting that chant at all. Blaise didn’t seem to mind his irritation but she wasn’t going to go after him. Instead, she went back to her corner and tagged in Evelyn, getting another loud cheer. When she entered, she took note of the NEO audience giving her all the love she could take. She sat there for a moment before giving a happy wave to the audience. When Silas re-entered the ring, he tagged in Irina, which dulled out the cheering. A silencing fear fell over the audience as Irina entered the ring, giving the audience and Evelyn a small smile, one found in her observation of the atmosphere. Evelyn’s face hardened as she knew of who she was facing. The two met one another in the center of the ring locking up.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “You all feel how the air got thicker when Irina entered the ring? That’s a scary presence.”
CERES BENTON: “I would like to say Irina enjoys fun and games but they’re not of the variety that we like.”
The advantage swung in Evelyn’s favor as they tussled about. But instead of going for a wrist lock or something, Evelyn simply drove her to the mat and attempted to slap on a Fujiwara armbar. Though, Irina was able to roll and break Evelyn’s grip before the move could do any real damage. Both wrestlers scrambled to their feet. Irina charged Evelyn, but a running standing-switch allowed The Perfect Evil to send her opponent into the ropes. Irina got caught with an elbow on the rebound. Evelyn grabbed Irina by the waist and put her down with a Northern Lights Suplex. She bridged into a pin while Morgan Hughes dropped down and made the count,
ONE!
TWO!
Irina kicked out. However, she wasn’t out of the hot water. Evelyn quickly popped up and transitioned into a cross armbreaker. Another person in her situation might have panicked, but Irina was a cool as the other side of the pillow. She rolled and clasped her hands together, which nullified the pressure. Irina then got up to a knee and pressed Evelyn’s shoulders to the mat for the pinfall.
ONE!
TW—
The pin was broken up, but it wasn’t by Evelyn. It resulted when Irina stood up and rammed her boot directly into Evelyn’s pretty face. But it didn’t stop there. A stomp was delivered to Evelyn’s arm and chest before Irina mounted and began raining down forearms. Morgan rushed in after the third shot, but Irina shoved him away. Evelyn rolled onto her stomach and tried to cover up as Irina drilled her in the side with knees. But Morgan quickly intervened and nearly tackled Irina. He told her that she’d better listen; she responded with a smile before she went and tagged Silas back in.
JIN FUMEI: “Silas is back in the ring and that could only mean bad for Evelyn.”
At this point, Evelyn had begun to recover and had started to stand back up. However, Silas took ahold of her arms and helped back to her feet, only to plant her to the mat with an arm-trap neckbreaker. He went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Her arms were occupied, so Evelyn was forced to kick out. The kick didn’t bother Silas much; he simply took hold of her hair and brought her back to her feet. Silas lined up a for a mighty European uppercut. The shot sent Evelyn reeling into the corner turnbuckle. He charged in and caught her with a nasty forearm before he connected with a step-up enzuigiri. He tossed her to the mat and went for the pin again.
ONE!
TWO!
JIN FUMEI: “Evelyn’s going through it right now. That was a mean kick to the back of the head.”
Evelyn was able to roll her shoulder off of the mat this time. Silas grabbed her by the hair once more and brought Evelyn to her feet. He then got disrespectful by slapping her in the face. She didn’t like that much. It ignited something in her. She broke away from Silas’ grasp only to jump and catch her with a knee to the chin. It was long before she wrapped Silas up and dropped him to the mat.
Adverse Effects (Swinging Reverse STO)!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Evelyn get agitated like that, unless you’re Ricky Sykes. Then that’s different.”
Evelyn then crawled to her corner and tagged in Blaise. Blaise came in with a head of steam, rushing over and scooping Silas up with ease. With a deadlift German Suplex, Silas was worse for wear. Blaise decided to punish him with another, and the hat trick came off with a resounding slam. Silas held his head and moved towards the lower turnbuckle. Blaise lined up her shot and came charging in, but Silas got to his feet and through sheer desperation, he struck Blaise’s hot streak dead with .44 Caliber Love Letter (Running Mafia Kick). The kick turned Blaise inside out and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Silas dragged his hand down his face and looked over into his corner. He motioned to Irina saying that it was a three, right? Irina nodded but she said that the referee was a bit slow. Silas glared at Morgan, who didn’t seem to care for that and told him just to continue the match. Silas, knowing this was the truth, got up, taking Blaise up. He hooked the arm and went for GTFO (Ripcord Elbow) but Blaise lifted him clean off the mat and tried for a powerbomb. Silas landed on his feet and saw a chance. He turned and bashed Evelyn with a roaring elbow, knocking off the apron and into the ground. He then screamed out to the audience.
“YOU WILL KNEEL!”
Running behind Blaise, he cracked her in the back of the head with KNEEL BEFORE ZOD (Busaiku Knee Kick). As she fell, Silas ran over and tagged in Irina. Irina strutted around the ring, taking aim at the back of Blaise’s head as she rose from the mat. When Blaise in the perfect place, Irina ran behind her.
The Graceful Dahila!
BUT BLAISE DUCKED!
As Irina fell into the mat, Silas saw a chance to try to follow up. Suddenly, his leg got caught! Evelyn Kuller has come back to life and she sent Silas to the ring apron!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “But he has such a handsome face!”
Evelyn took a moment to reflect on the match thus far and looked to the top rope. She climbed it and looked into the ring. Blaise was getting up and Evelyn merely nodded. She had faith in her partner.
Evelyn then dived down and smashed into Silas with Out of Time (Double Foot Stomp to the Face), taking him and herself out! The immediate shot of the crowd saw them reel but spark to life as Evelyn and Silas fell into a heap out of the ring. Neither of them was moving at all.
JIN FUMEI: “Why would you do that, Evelyn?!”
CERES BENTON: “She has faith! She has faith that Blaise can pull out the win!”
In the ring, Blaise had gotten back to her feet while Irina was getting to her feet. Blaise came up behind her and tried for a German Suplex but Irina bashed her elbow into Blaise’s temple, getting her to peel away. Irina spun Blaise around and gripped her into a sleeper hold. Blaise counteracted by burying her elbows into Irina’s gut before slamming her into the turnbuckle. When she thought she got away, Irina came back and sent her into the turnbuckle with a sleeper suplex! Irina then went for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
JIN FUMEI: “I thought that was it. Irina put some force behind that slam and right into the turnbuckle no less.”
Irina secured Blaise’s leg, trying for the Hallowed Lotus (Calf Crusher) but Blaise grabbed onto the ropes, getting the immediate break. Irina moved away but left Blaise with a kick to the ribs. Blaise began to get up, using the ropes. Irina, on the other hand, peppered Blaise’ legs with kicks, leaving welts to form there. Irina then took steps away, letting Blaise have some space, but it was there that the reasoning was shown.
Blaise hobbled around, not able to catch onto Irina, who let her walk on the damage.
CERES BENTON: “Oh my gosh, is Irina smiling?”
Irina did, in fact, bear traces of an amused smile on her face. She came into Blaise’s reach and went for a leg sweep. But then Blaise jumped over her kick. When she landed, Blaise stumbled into the ropes. Irina got up quickly to try to capitalize but when she did, Blaise rose from her position and gave Irina a headbutt underneath the chin. Irina held her mouth as she was forced away and it gave Blaise room to pick her up and bring her down with the Coventry Blitz (Argentine Powerbomb)! She went for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Blaise got up, looking to pick Irina up for something more devastating but then Irina grabbed onto her leg and brought her down into the Hallowed Lotus! Blaise was trapped in the dead center of the ring. Blaise screamed out in pain as she tried to claw her way forward. Unfortunately, Irina was near her size, so it wasn’t going to be easy.
CERES BENTON: “Nowhere to go! No way to do it! Is Blaise going to tap out?!”
JIN FUMEI: “Unless she wants to risk a leg, she had better!”
Blaise stayed in the hold, gritting her teeth. Soon enough, she began to arch her back. Once she had enough room, Blaise dropped her full weight onto Irina’s head, smashing it into the mat. Irina let go of the hold and Blaise was able to keep the shoulders down!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
CERES BENTON: “She got out but Blaise needs to find a way to end this. Irina has her still where she wants her.”
Blaise had to use the ropes to get up. Irina got up, frazzled by her head slamming into the mat. She came running at Blaise, who then bent down and heaved her up and down with a quick spinebuster. Irina rolled over and fell into a certain place. Blaise didn’t waste time. She ran in and caught Irina, who had rested near the bottom turnbuckle, with the Rock’n Rolla (Cannonball Senton)! Blaise dragged Irina out, didn’t go for the cover, but instead deadlifted Irina up and planted her with a spike piledriver!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Oh my god!”
CERES BENTON: “Yeah, who you telling, Lizzie?!”
Blaise fell onto Irina, unable to support her leg anymore!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here are your winners...EVELYN KULLER AND BLAISE FADER!”
Evelyn came back into the ring, wobbly herself, but she wanted to help Blaise to her feet. Morgan and Evelyn both helped Blaise up, who put her arm up like she was in a Rocky movie.
CERES BENTON: “It took some grit and some sacrifice to be able to put Silas and Irina away but we have two more advancing in the World Titie division!”
JIN FUMEI: “It’s going to take a lot more to win the Pro Wrestling NEO World Championship, especially for these two spirited young ladies. I wonder how they feel to know that they’ll be standing in one another’s way to get that shot at the belt next week?”
Blaise and Evelyn both celebrated their win as they moved to the back. Blaise was shouting something about “Adrian! I DID IT!” or something to that effect while going up there. The camera went elsewhere as the two went behind the curtain.
WINNERS: Blaise Fader and Evelyn Kuller via pinfall (Spike Piledriver - 17:43)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 20, 2019 22:37:31 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND THREE
"ANOTHER WEEK, ANOTHER CHALLENGE"
Hagen Lecktor vs. Ruiz
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 lets out a sigh of relief before making his way to the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing first...fighting out of Buford, Wyoming...weighing in at 210 Lbs...HAGEN LECKTOR!"
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.
“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 his opponent, 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.
DING! DING!!
The later rounds of the Heaven or Hell Tournament had begun to weigh on the lingering participants. Hagen in particular? He rocked a stoic stone face as he walked to the center of the ring. He had something to prove, no doubt.
A quick collar and elbow tie-up allowed Hagen to get the advantage. He took ahold of Ruiz’s left arm, spun, and slapped on a textbook wristlock. Hagen folded and twisted that appendage as if he was going to snap it in half, much to Ruiz’s displeasure. The Southside Bambino tried to scurry away, but Hagen was having none of it. A swift kick to the back of the quad sent Ruiz to a knee. And while still maintaining the wristlock, Hagen booted Ruiz in the back and sent him face first into the mat.
That wristlock morphed into a hammerlock. Hagen contorted that arm until bent very unnaturally. From there, he hoped to his feet, hit the ropes, and rebounded with a running soccer kick to that arm. Ruiz grunted in pain. Hagen hit the ropes once more and connected with a single-leg dropkick. It hit Ruiz right on the mush. Hagen rolled his opponent over and hooked his leg. Referee Ollie Summers dropped down and made the count:
ONE!
TW—
It was an incredible offensive flurry from Hagen, but Ruiz wasn’t ready to lay down. He used his leg strength to kick out. Ruiz rolled away from Hagen and began to stand to his feet. Hagen charged in, but he got caught with a discuss back elbow. Hagen held his face in agony. A series of chops lit up Hagen’s chest. That’s when Ruiz hit the ropes. He rebounded and looked to nail a leaping forearm. However, Hagen beat him to the punch and countered with a flying calf kick. Hagen then grabbed Ruiz by that left arm and brought him back to his feet. He hammerlocked his opponent’s arm behind his back before he launched Ruiz into the corner turnbuckle. His prone arm smacked against the steel post.
Ruiz screamed out in pain as he backed himself out of the corner and held his arm. Hagen reared back and caught him on that arm with a nasty shoot kick before he shot himself into the ropes. Hagen rebounded and nearly took Ruiz’s head off with a high knee strike. He went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
Ruiz’s shoulder popped up off of the mat. Wasting little time, Hagen turned Ruiz over onto his stomach. He leaped up and stomped on that arm before he interlaced Ruiz’s leg with his own. A moment later, he bridged back and snapped on a Muta Lock.
The Southside Bambino could nearly view the building’s ceiling based on how far back Hagen cranked his neck. Pain began to courses throughout Ruiz’s body. He knew he needed to break the hold, somehow.
He tried to free his legs, but to no avail; Hagen had them nice and secure. He tossed out a few punches, but they didn’t do much either. Therefore, Ruiz resolved to make it to the ropes. Ruiz used his right arm to drag his and Hagen’s body across the mat—
Well, that is until Hagen snatched that arm too.
Hagen twisted his body a bit so that he was able to lock onto Ruiz’s arm, shoulder, and neck area. This forced Ruiz to rely on his hurt arm. Ruiz gritted his teeth as he made his way towards the edge of the ring. He stretched out that hurt arm and used it to grab ahold of the bottom rope. But Hagen didn’t release the hold immediately. This forced Ollie to administer a five-count:
One…
Two…
Three…
The hold was broken up as Hagen released Ruiz and stood up to his feet. Hagen took a second to catch his breath as Ruiz used to ropes to make it to a vertical base. It was then that Hagen charged in and blasted his opponent with a knee lift. Hagen then took ahold of Ruiz’s arms and looked to plant him with his Around The Map (running, spinning Pedigree) maneuver—
But Ruiz countered with a back body drop!
Hagen got right back to his feet only to get forceful shoved into the referee. Ollie got pushed back into ropes. Hagen went to check on her and let her know that it wasn’t the intention. Ollie’s field of vision was obstructed by Hagen’s massive frame, and that’s why she didn’t Ruiz slink up and punch the Buford man in the crown jewels. Hagen backed up in pain. This allowed Ruiz to snatch his right arm. He spun Hagen around and drilled with thunderous knee Killjoy (ripcord bicycle knee)! Hagen collapsed to the mat. Ruiz went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: Ruiz via Pinfall (Killjoy - 9:03)
“Cerca de mi Neighborhood” started to play as Ruiz stood back up. The crowd wasn’t happy about how Ruiz won, and the fans let him know it. He smirked and gave them all the middle finger before he exited the ring.
The camera cut to Hagen. He looked distraught as he held onto this face.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND THREE
"THERE IS NO TRY"
Nariko Inazuma vs. Sophie El
The bell rang and Nariko immediately started for the middle of the ring, eyes kept glued to Sophie. While Nariko looked very focused, Sophie just had this small smile on her face as she slowly made her way to the middle of the ring, not matching Nariko’s pace at all. Nariko, uncertain by Sophie’s slow beginning, decided to recklessly test the waters as she rushed forward and leapt into the air with a dropkick aimed directly at Sophie’s face, only for Sophie to sidestep and tag Nariko across the side of the head with her fist as she fell to the mat!
Nariko landed dazed, but managed to roll away from Sophie to get to her feet, she looked to Sophie with a frown which Sophie responded only with that same smile. Realizing she may be in a precarious situation Nariko now exhibited more caution as she approached Sophie, going for a lockup only for Sophie to wheel around her and hook her arms around Nariko’s waist, where she easily tossed her back with a German suplex. Nariko hit the mat hard but immediately started to get to her feet only to see Sophie in front of her throwing her leg out, catching Nariko right on the forehead with a kick that sent her onto her back. Sophie grabbed hold of Nariko’s left leg, twisting her around and starting to twist the ankle, but Nariko fortunately was able to grab the rope and force a break before things could get too dicey for her.
Nariko got to her feet but was immediately met by Sophie, who grabbed her and hefted her right up into a spinebuster, Nariko letting out a yelp as she hit the mat. Sophie exerted her strength further as she kept hold of Nariko and got to her feet, lifting her again before she dropped her with a sitout powerbomb. But as Morgan dropped down to count Sophie just smiled again and shook her head, rolling Nariko away from her as Sophie got to her feet. She walked over to Nariko and grabbed her by the hair and started to heft her up, but Nariko desperately threw out an elbow, smacking it right into Sophie’s face! It didn’t do much but loosen her grip but Nariko used that to escape her grasp and immediately sought to use the moment she had, leaping onto the ropes and off, nailing Sophie across the face with a springboard knee strike that left both women falling to the mat!
Both managed to get to their feet at the same time but Nariko made the first move, as she jumped up and managed to hit the dropkick she couldn’t earlier, sending Sophie into the ropes and back, Nariko leapt up and caught her with a DDT as she came back, dropping her onto her head! Nariko hopped to her feet and started to run for the corner, leaping up onto the top rope but whatever she planned she realized wasn’t going to come as Sophie had gotten to her feet. She tapped a hand onto the top of her head and shook her head with a smile, letting her know it wasn’t enough yet. Nariko frowned and realized the precarious position she was in. She quickly tried to hop down from the ropes but Sophie was immediately there as she shoved her back into the corner and then just pressed herself into Nariko, slowly crushing her between herself and the unforgiving turnbuckle. Nariko desperately tried to push Sophie off, but her balance was thrown off as Sophie suddenly hopped a step back, leaving Nariko to awkwardly push out of the turnbuckle...right into Sophie’s arms, who hefted her right into the air with a suplex that she just held for a long couple of seconds to make Nariko worry about when before dropping her to the mat with it.
Sophie got up and dragged Nariko with her, but Inazuma threw a kick out at the side of Sophie’s leg that buckled her just enough for her to manage another escape! She immediately took off on a run, hit the ropes and came back, but unexpectedly dropped down and baseball slid between Sophie’s legs as she turned, getting behind her where she immediately hopped to her feet. She grabbed Sophie around the waist and tossed her back with a German of her own! She rushed to the corner again and ascended to the top rope, immediately leaping off with a frog splash onto Sophie! She hopefully hooked the leg but it was barely a 2 count before Sophie kicked out. Nariko seemed a bit crestfallen that it wasn’t enough, but seemed ready to keep pushing. She got to her feet and grabbed Sophie, only for Sophie to swing an arm out and smack Nariko’s leg out from under her sending her crashing to the mat! Sophie got to her feet and immediately went for the ropes as Nariko got up to her feet, a bit dazed from how her verticality kept changing so quickly. As she was shaking it off Sophie came back, throwing up her arm for the Death Dealer (running lariat)!
...but Nariko managed to throw herself backwards with a matrix dodge, the arm sailing above her as Nariko threw her boot up and nailed Sophie in the back of the head with a pele kick!
Sophie’s momentum carried her forward even as she slumped down onto a knee, and it was clear that in that moment Nariko was FEELING IT. She ran behind Sophie, leaping up onto the ropes and prepared to spring off for the Os Arco-íris Gêmeos de Nariko (springboard reverse hurricanrana)...but as she did she saw a most horrible sight. She saw Sophie hitting the ropes, staring her right in the eyes as she did. And as Nariko fell to the Earth, Sophie ran up to her and caught her...and kept running...and leapt herself, throwing herself and Nariko over the 2nd rope as Sophie speared Nariko to the outside of the ring, the Bullrush.
They both laid on the outside for a few tense moments, but it was Sophie who got to her feet first, with hold of Nariko’s wrist. She dragged the aching Inazuma back into the ring, rolling her in before following. She then grabbed Nariko again and started to pull her to her feet. Nariko threw a few palms out into Sophie’s chest, but she was too hurt and they didn’t have the sauce behind them to change what was going to happen. Sophie stepped back, looking at the woozy Nariko for one last time, and smiled again.
And then she struck her right on the jaw with Split the Sky (discus big boot), and Nariko dropped like a bag of bricks. Sophie casually covered her, and the 3 count followed.
WINNER: Sophie El via Pinfall (Split the Sky - 10:45)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 20, 2019 23:00:29 GMT -5
RYEN RIEKERT: "You seem… concerned, miss van Beek…"
The location is, once again, Grace van Beek’s private locker room. The Diamond Princess is sitting on the bench, a bouquet of pink Camellias Her cold blue eyes staring at any point on the wall in front of her, a furrowed brow and the way she’s biting her lower lips leave no doubt. For probably the first time ever, the almost 22 years old South African isn’t as confident and self-assured as she usually is.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "I hate to admit it, mister Riekert, but you are right indeed. I find the mere thought of my fate being in the hands of a complete unknown unsettling."
That’s right, minutes away from the headline match of Volume 4, a tag team match qualifier for the World Championship, the owner of Millennium Wrestling Enterprise is having doubts on her chances to advance. And that, for those who know her, must be a shocking revelation.
RYEN RIEKERT: "I took the liberty of making some research on your.. partner. Evan Envi appears to be qualified enough for the task."
Grace nods, finally looking at the head of her personal security for the first time.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "I do know quite a lot about Mr. Envi. And far is from me to question his ability… What concerns me the most is his devotion to the cause. As far as we know, he is not contracted with NEO, he has no claim on my World Championship. How can i be sure he is going to put the required effort for our team to be successful?"
After letting out a short, soft sigh, she stands up and starts pacing the room, showing a certain nervousness.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "Why would Mr Kageyama do this to me? Did I not defeat Mr Fernandez in the first round despite his questionable, to say the least, methods of fighting? Let us not forget he dared to spit on my face… And yet, I was successful that night. I bring eyes to this company, I am without the shadow of a doubt the most talented individual in this roster. Grace van Beek, not Kyra McKnight, not Lyza Reyes, not my wayward employer Christopher Kane and definitely not Nora Foley."
A look of disdain comes on her face at the mention of the Wolfmother, reminiscence of their past in Millennium.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "Why would he pair up the undoubted star of his show with a… mercenary?"
RYEN RIEKERT: "I wouldn’t know..."
Grace suddenly stops, staring at her image in the mirror.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "This lack of control, this feeling of dependence from someone else. It is all new to me, and I do not like it. Father always said that if you do want a business to be handled properly, you shall be the one handling. This is not possible tonight, my destiny is in someone else’s hands. Can I trust him?"
Riekert walks behind her, keeping himself at a respectful and professional distance, looking at her through the mirror.
RYEN RIEKERT: "You don’t need to. You only have to trust yourself, you will be the one leading your team to the win tonight."
As she hears those words, Grace turns around, looking up at him in silence for some long seconds. The look on her face slowly changes, his words suddenly rebuilding the confidence she seemed to have lost.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "You are correct, I am Grace van Beek, the Crown Jewel of NEO. I do not anything else."
The Diamond Princess walks back to the small table placed in the middle of the room. A couple of taps on the screen of her smartphone later, Sergei Prokofiev’s “Dance Of The Knights” starts diffusing in her room.
GRACE VAN BEEK: "I require to remain alone now, Mr. Riekert. I appreciate your contribution, you are now dismissed."
With a light bow, Ryen walks out of the door, leaving Grace alone with her thoughts.
HEADLINE
HEAVEN OR HELL - WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFIERS
"THE MADNESS OF HAYATO KAGEYAMA"
Kyra McKnight & Lyza Reyes vs. Evan Envi (GUEST) & Grace van Beek
The arena goes dark for a moment, as the abrupt drum beat and opening guitar riffs of Halestorm’s “Mz Hyde” start to play through the PA, the lights switching to a swirl of blue and red through the arena. It’s a good few seconds of the lights swirling, the crowd getting somewhat antsy as they’re made to wait, before the robotic repeating of the song’s title pauses the music for a moment, and the curtain’s pushed aside, a single spotlight focusing on the entrance tunnel--and the tall, lithe form of Kyra McKnight that’s emerged from it, her arms stretched out wide, to a mixed reaction from those in attendance.
She pauses at the top of the ramp, glancing to either side with a little smirk, before heading down the ramp; she’s not exactly speeding, but she’s not exactly dawdling either, it’s more of a deliberate march down the ramp that guides the Massachusetts native toward the ring, even as she seems to enjoy the walk down the ramp, nodding her head along with the music even as a couple fans try to get in her face--and the former ECWF World Champion merely brushing them off. She turns toward the closest set of ring steps, stopping just before setting foot on them--and slapping her hands down on the metal a couple times before quick-stepping her way up onto the ring apron.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing first, from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 141 lbs--this is KYRA...MCKNIIIIIIIIGHT!"
Kyra wipes her boots off on the apron, pausing in the middle of it to lean back against the ropes and just smirking into the audience. She slips between the middle and top ropes, moving to the nearest corner and climbing up onto the middle turnbuckle, crosses both arms over her head in an X, raising both sets of horns as she does. That smirk lingers on the Salem girl’s face as she hops right back down, settling back into the corner.
A black and white video vignette begins rolling on the screens, showing Lyza Reyes dressed as Charlie Chaplin on the moon. There is no dialogue, but simply piano music playing with the pace of the footage. She's caught in the middle of a tug of war match between a U.S. Spaceman, and a small group of miniature aliens. Before determining which side pulls Lyza once and for all, the venue goes pitch black, and "In Distress" by A$AP Rocky featuring Gesaffelstein begins to play.
"I'm something out this world, nothing like the rest..."
She makes her way down the ramp, tagging a few hands along the way. She walks up the steel steps and positions herself in the center of the ring to scope out the audience. She points at fans also known as "Lyzanites," in acknowledgment of their enthusiasm and admiration.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Making her way to the ring, from Queens, New York, it’s the Universally Dope, Lyza Reyes!"
The familiar, frantic instrumental slams into the PA system, drawing a near-unanimous chorus of boos from the crowd. Multi-colored strobes dance throughout the arena as the Beatles’ “Helter Skelter” blares throughout the arena. Upon the first hint of vocals, Evan Envi steps through the curtains, onto the ramp, his signature jacket thrown on, hood pulled up over his head, slightly obscuring the view of his face. He takes a few steps forward, nodding a bit as he observes the crowd booing around him.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Introducing their opponents...first...from Ocean City, Maryland...weighing in at a 204 Lbs...he is the Chief...EVAN ENVI!"
Evan pulls his hood back, sneering out into the audience before walking forward, raising his signature Double V’s high into the air, glaring toward the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. Envi climbs the stairs and finally lowers his arms as he climbs the ropes near the turnbuckles as if walking a staircase, standing at the top as he unzips his jacket, mouthing off at the audience nearest him. Envi tosses his jacket to a stagehand who catches it with ease as she walks the apron. Envi leaps from the top rope down into the ring, kissing the tips of his fingers before raising them high into the air in double presidential peace-signs, eyes closed, head tilted back in the center of the ring, seemingly unmoved by the jeers raining down on him. Evan opens his eyes and smirks, preparing in the corner as he awaits action and the lights return to normal.
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!"
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!!
Lyza and Grace started the match off for their respective teams. It wasn’t long before they engaged in a collar and elbow tie-up. Grace struck first as she grabbed her opponent’s arm and slapped on a wrist lock. But it wasn’t long before Lyza rolled through and reversed it. She then cranked down on Grace’s wrist. A few seconds later, Grace spun and sent Lyza crashing to the mat with a leg trip. She followed the former HKW World Champion down there as she locked on a grounded side headlock. GVB applied some pressure on that neck. Lyza yelped out due to her discomfort. However, she was able to wrap her arms Grace’s waist. She contorted her body until she was able to press Grace’s shoulders to the mat. Ayame Sumiko made the count:
ONE!
TWO—
Realizing what was happening, Grace immediately released the hold. Lyza made it to a knee and Grace stood to her feet. The Diamond Princess tried to shoot shot in, but Lyza leaped over her. She caught Grace about the neck and connected with the Omai (running blockbuster). Grace hit the mat hard. But instead of going for the cover, Lyza made it to her corner and tagged in Kyra. Kyra stood above Grace, who began to get up with a glare lasting on her face. Kyra’s eyes narrowed at her before she simply shot her down with a hard kick to the head. The crowd reeled from the impact, even Lyza didn’t exactly enjoy the sound.
JIN FUMEI: “God, how hard did she kick her to make that noise?”
CERES BENTON: “Better question, why did she hit her that hard?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Authority figures are not Kyra’s favorite people, especially when they’re as vicious as GVB.”
Grace, remarkably, got up from the kick, holding the back of her head. When Kyra sent another kick, deadset on sending GVB’s head into the second, the current owner of Millennium Wrestling blocked it by sending her forearms into a proper guard. It was enough to force to send her to the mat but she got herself closer to a standing position. As she did, she kept walking back, moving around the ring at a careful distance. Kyra came forward to close it but Grace had made it back to her own corner. She tagged in Evan Envi, who came into a resounding chorus of boos. Envi brushed them off but the crowd replied with another chant.
”FUJIKO! FUJIKO! FUJIKO!”
CERES BENTON: “And the fans are really trying to get under Evan’s skin with that one. I wonder if the FGA Wrestler of the Year’s able to hear this.”
JIN FUMEI: “Probably not. She’s off stuffing her face more than likely.”
Envi’s face contorted with a dormant annoyance before he told Kyra to come on. Kyra wasn’t looking to lock up with Evan, instead, she let him take an arm wrench. She tried to get out of it quickly but she had to drop to the mat and roll to get out of the hold properly. Having reversed the lock, Kyra held Envi there before Envi countered into an Irish Whip. Kyra ducked underneath his first attack but Evan didn’t stand there for a comeback. He ran off the ropes perpendicular to where Kyra was running from and caught her with a running European Uppercut. With a clean follow-up, Envi had Kyra on his shoulder for an Alabama Slam but Kyra wriggled over. When she fell to the mat, she threw her legs up and tried to bring him down into a pinning situation.
Evan rolled into it, getting to a standing position. He went for a low kick but Kyra laid on her back. Kyra brought him down into a school boy but let him go in favor to roll and kick him in the head. Evan fell on his back. When he got up, Kyra held him by the head and dropped him to the mat again with a Snap DDT. She rolled him over and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
CERES BENTON: “Evan gets the shoulder up at two but he might be a bit damaged off that DDT.”
Kyra dragged Evan over to her corner and tagged in Lyza. The crowd, favoring the woman who won the first ever main event, sent their support as she started to figure out what she wanted to do next to Evan. Lyza ascended the top rope and came down on Evan as Kyra held him up. A diving hurricanrana put Lyza in the right step for her to run around Evan on his way up and bring him back down with a facebuster. She then went for a pin of her own.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
Evan turned onto his stomach, but the punishment did end there. Lyza gave him several knees to the sternum, followed by multiple punches to the back of the head. She then grabbed him by the waist and brought him up to his feet. It looked like she was going to attempt a German suplex, but Evan ended that by completing a standing switch. But he wasn’t able to capitalize as Lyza spun around and shot for his legs. Lyza took ahold of his calf as she dropped him to the mat and rolled through. Evan screamed out in pain as Lyza yanked back on the calf slicer.
The former FGA World Champion was stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. He thought about submitting, but his pride wouldn’t let him. And unfortunately, he didn’t have to. Grace entered the ring and kicked Lyza square in the chest. Although Lyza released the hold pretty quickly, Grace made to give her a couple extra shots for good measure.
Referee Sumiko came forward to glare at her. GVB looked ready to confront her but Lyza simply decided to hit her with a clothesline to send her out of the ring. GVB fell roughly to the outside, hitting her head on the ring apron. She sprawled out on the ground, not moving at all from the impact. Yet, that wasn’t even the most important part of the match. Kyra, seeing a chance, entered the ring and took hold of Evan Envi.
CERES BENTON: “Sumiko has her back turned!”
With the crowd behind her, Kyra struck Evan down with Knightmare (Corkscrew Neckbreaker) and left the ring. Lyza, hearing the impact, turned to see Evan out like a light. Thus, she went to the top rope and dove off!
PURA VIDA (Shooting Star Press)!
She hooked the leg with a smile on her face. Lyza looked off to the outside, seeing Kyra walk up the ramp, shooting her a wink as she did.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here are your winners...KYRA MCKNIGHT AND LYZA REYES!”
Lyza got up, keeping her gaze on Kyra, who then tells her to watch out. Lyza doesn’t get the chance to as GVB made her reappearance with a chair to the back of Lyza’s head. She stood over the former HKW World Champion with a fit of wild anger in her eyes. Even worse, a sliver of blood came down her head.
CERES BENTON: “Grace, stop it!”
JIN FUMEI: “No! Show Kageyama what a mistake he made!”
She arched the chair over her head, trying to bring it down but referee Sumiko came forward to stop her. Knowing that she was in no condition to fight, GVB let go of the chair and retained the image of sincerity, merely walking over Lyza to exit. Lyza began to stir on the mat as the camera faded to black.
WINNERS: Lyza Reyes and Kyra McKnight via pinfall (Pura Vida - 10:54)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 20, 2019 23:59:21 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND THREE
"HEART VS. POWER"
Fallon Lockhart vs. KAIJU
Fallon Lockhart, who was last seen in a NEO in a bloody mess, stood courageously in front of KAIJU, who loomed over her with his raw size and presence. Having come off a win in the Young Guns Cup, Fallon had a bit of momentum on her but the crowd’s silence stood as a testament to what they feared. KAIJU was a monster in every sense of the word with a staggering 153-pound weight advantage on her. KAIJU remarked on her courage but it did bring some anger out of him. He glared in the direction of Matvey Morozov, who rang the bell.
DING! DING!!
Fallon made sure to leap back, making sure that KAIJU’s first action wasn’t to wrap his hands around her neck. KAIJU closed the gap quickly, shocking Fallon a bit but not breaking her focus. She evaded around him, forcing him into the corner. When she drew close, she was forced to duck underneath a heavy hand that split the air. She moved around quickly, having to increase speed to avoid everything that KAIJU had to offer her at the moment. Hard cuts around KAIJU kept him turning but his eyes began to wander around. Fallon stopped in one place, throwing out a leg kick as her first course of offense but KAIJU was prepared. A common tactic against him was something he had planned for. One large hand wrapped around Fallon’s calf. Yet, Fallon fell to the mat, using the angle to throw her foot into his knee. KAIJU didn’t let go of her, picking her up off the ground like a fisherman would with their catch.
CERES BENTON: “My God…”
KAIJU, with a condescending scoff, sent Fallon out of the ring and to the outside. Fallon hit the mat hard but she gritted her teeth and got to her feet. She rushed the ring apron but KAIJU reached for her neck. Fallon decided to drag the rope down, bringing KAIJU down onto it. Grabbing onto his arm, she secured an arm wrench, forcing his arm into an awkward position. She threw her leg through the rope, catching him with a kick to the gut. KAIJU didn’t exactly bend over but his face pulsed with pain. Fallon ascended the top rope and came down with a knee to the arm before rolling back to her feet. Her calculated plan worked but only to a certain point as she was forced to the ground in a spiral. It was all thanks to a monstrous lariat from KAIJU. He let out a roar as he stood over Fallon, mocking her creative plan to weaken him. He reached down and grabbed onto her throat, but Fallon wrapped her legs around his arm.
JIN FUMEI: “What is she? A cat?! She’s clinging to his arm for dear life!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I would too if KAIJU was about to yeet me into outer space.”
KAIJU’s response was to lead her over to the turnbuckle and bend down. Fallon, seeing what he was about to do, let go and fell to the mat. KAIJU fell into the turnbuckle and Fallon ran at him, keeping the pressure on. Trapping a leg on the rope, Fallon used her superior speed to run from one end of the ring to the other and hit a dropkick to the leg. KAIJU hissed in pain and retorted back grabbing onto Fallon’s hair. Fallon, not allowing herself to fall easily, fell back, hitting a Pele kick against his arm, the same one she targeted earlier. KAIJU let go but took a few locks of hair with him. Fallon forced herself away from KAIJU but the Avatar of Destruction grabbed onto her leg. In one fell swoop, KAIJU quickly took Fallon off the ground and back into the corner with a buckle bomb. Fallon yelled out in pain as the whole turnbuckle shook from the impact. She rebounded off into a spinebuster that shook the ring. KAIJU hooked the leg, grimacing at the audience.
]ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
CERES BENTON: “Fallon might not have a power advantage at all but she has heart for years!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Eons, really.”
JIN FUMEI: “Heart only gets you so far before a monster like KAIJU breaks everything else!”
Fallon was still debilitated from the two impacts she caught. KAIJU sent her into the ropes and ran into her with a shoulder tackle, forcing her off the ropes again. He did a few times before he sent her into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! Fallon rolled underneath the bottom turnbuckle, forcing KAIJU to retrieve her. He dragged her out by the leg again and picked her up by the back of her sports bra. Once more, he sent her into the ropes, but this time, he ran off the other side.
NUCLEAR FANTASIA!
BUT FALLON HIT A NECKBREAKER COUNTER!
The crowd sparked to life upon the key counter. Fallon, seeing this chance, grabbed onto KAIJU’s leg and hit a grounded Dragon Screw. Once KAIJU tried to get up, she hit a dropkick to the back of his head before hitting the top rope. Once he was on a knee, she came down with a double foot stomp to the back of his head, casting a harsh recoil from the audience. Once KAIJU was down from that, she went for the cover.
]ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Using some force to send her up, KAIJU got up. Fallon, on the other hand, used this force to spring to her feet. She fell into the turnbuckle and opted to climb the second turnbuckle. Taking aim, she jumped off at him, but she fell into his clutches. Taking her into a gutwrench, he tried for a powerbomb off the clutch but Fallon reversed into a hurricanrana attempt. KAIJU stopped her, preventing his overtaking and lifted her up again for another powerbomb. Fallon used the momentum to slip over his back and tried to get an inside cradle but KAIJU grabbed down and heaved her up again. Holding her in his hands, KAIJU glared at Fallon before sending her up for the Gojira Impact (Pop Up Powerslam).
On the way up, Fallon caught him with a dropkick, sending KAIJU back in the ropes.
JIN FUMEI: “She’s doing everything she can to survive!”
CERES BENTON: “Will it be enough? KAIJU’s still standing even after that!”
Fallon ran towards the turnbuckle, sprung off it, and connected with a roundhouse kick, catching KAIJU in the side of the head. Once he was slumped over, Fallon ran off the ropes and came back to the lowered KAIJU, striking him in the side of the head with the BKO (Busaiku Knee Kick)! KAIJU fell face first into the mat and Fallon had to shove her full body weight into him to turn him over for the pin.
]ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Fallon was sent out of the ring but she hung onto the ropes off the powerful kick-out. KAIJU got up with a truly frenzied look in his eyes but he stumbled.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “The damage is starting to show!”
Yet, KAIJU made his way over to Fallon, who was dragging herself up the ropes. He reached over and tried to help her in the worst way but her leg went up and caught the top of his head. As Fallon recovered, she noted how he was wobbly. Fallon hit the top rope and waited for him to turn around. As he did, she took off, trying to hit a diving hurricanrana, but his movement wasn’t natural. It was him spinning to strike her down with Terraformer (Discus Lariat)! Fallon collided into the mat with a horrendous noise behind it.
JIN FUMEI: “She got too overzealous!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Now she’s dead!”
KAIJU merely ripped her away from the ropes and went for the pin.
]ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
KICKOUT!
CERES BENTON: “What?!”
KAIJU was in disbelief but ultimately he was insulted. He reached down and grabbed onto Fallon, picking her up with ease again. He set her down and went for a second Terraformer but Fallon glided into it and caught him with a standing armbar. It was only due to their size difference. She wrenched the hold as hard as she could but her effort were in vain as KAIJU ran towards the turnbuckle. Fallon’s entire body collided with the corner at full force and she fell to the mat in a clump. KAIJU held his arm in pain but he was determined to end her. He began to lay in her with furious stomps until Morozov came over to start the count.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
KAIJU backed off to reset the count but went back in. Only then did Morozov get in his way, forcing the behemoth back. KAIJU got around him, snarling at the referee as he collected Fallon back up. She wasn’t moving, thus it meant to him that it was time to end everything. He lifted her onto his shoulders and let out a roar as he sent her into the mat with the Worldeater (F5)---
JIN FUMEI: “What the hell?!”
Fallon didn’t hit the mat, instead, she wrapped herself around his body again. KAIJU was in shock but Fallon was entirely focused. She began to drive her elbow into the side of KAIJU’s neck and temple until she was able to make him weary. Fallon then planted KAIJU with a makeshift version of Into the Ablyss (Crucifix Driver). The descent down brought KAIJU’s neck hard into the mat and Fallon was able to throw herself on top of him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...FALLON LOCKHART!”
Fallon could only lay on the ground as the bell sounded.
CERES BENTON: “Somehow, someway, she did it!”
JIN FUMEI: “I am stunned! After the last show, I didn’t think she could bounce back but Fallon has escaped!”
As Fallon got to her feet, Morozov aided to her feet, holding her arm up. She offered a smile to the audience who clapped for her. As she stood there, the copyright began to come on. She brushed her hand across her eyes, hiding possible tears as the show came to a close.
WINNER: Fallon Lockhart via pinfall (Into the Ablyss - 16:11)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
