Post by Audrey Valentine on Jan 23, 2019 20:53:08 GMT -5
PRO WRESTLING NEO: IT'S DARK AND HELL IS HOT
LIVE FROM THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
OPENER GFP WORLD EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
"A BEAUTIFUL DREAM REALIZED"
Aries Armadaist vs. Laurel Anne Hardy (c)
Aries came out first, taking his sweet time and jawing off to the fans as the ring announcer hyped Your Favourite Wrestler and Mine, Ontario's Favorite Son, The Ape of Wrath, The Maple Leaf Mauler, The Banana Champion, The Top Banana, The Prince of Potassium, The Intergalactic Potato Masher, The Scumdog of the Universe, The Bastard Son of Society, The Lizard King, The World's Greatest Unprofessional Wrestler, Big Dick Padinski, Thrashsquatch, Steak Daddy, Hoss Kong, Aries Armadaist!
Then, before the match began, a filmstrip played on the video screen above the stage. In black and white, and accompanied by an old timey silent movie piano rendition of the Zelda chest-opening theme, Laurel Anne Hardy knelt before a trunk. She opened it towards the camera, obscuring the contents, and started to rifle through it. Clothes flew out either side. Socks, bras, shirts, shoes, hats... empty beer cans, flowers, a gigantic knife that was practically a sword... a couple of birds, flapping up to the rafters... a slice of pizza? A slice of pizza, which Laurel sniffed and then tasted. Her verdict was a shrug, and she discarded it to continue her search.
The music hit the classic "Dah! Da-da-da DAAAAHH!" sting and the the view switched to above as Laurel jumped to her feet and raised aloft the GFP World Extreme Championship!
Then she realized it had a pair of knickers around the faceplate, which she quickly snatched off and stuffed in the front pocket of her dungarees, covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment, before raising the title up once more.
As the strip ended and the lights returned pro wrestling's own living cartoon character was standing on the stage in the same pose with the title above her head, as the ring announcer welcomed Your Favorite Wrestler's Favorite Wrestler, The Artist Forever Known as Fabulous, The Living Breathing Installation Event of the Millennium, The Main Event of Space and Time, The Mat Matriarch, The Final Boss, The Five Star Match Machine, Off-White Trash, Machete Boop, Sex Avery, The Silent Killer, Sweet as a Five Dollar Shake, Tough as a Three Dollar Steak, The Inventor of Wrestling, Laurel Anne Hardy!
Then she lowered the belt and snatched up her magic carpet bag at her side, and sprinted for the ring. She slid under the bottom rope - only to be met by big stomps from Aries! He lifted her up and whipped her at the ropes... she came back with a pair of over-exaggerated Mongolian chops, which stunned Aries a little but more than anything confused him. His response was to just punch her square in the face, sending her flipping over like she'd been hit with a battering ram. But she landed right by her magic bag, and she pulled out her trademark giant mallet from it and swung it up into Aries' face as he closed in! He staggered back, arms wheeling wildly, and Laurel rushed up and forward to bowl him over with a shoulder barge, taking advantage of his precarious state. But she made the mistake of going for a strongman pose afterward, and he came back with a Karnage Bomber lariat that flipped her head over heels. She only just had enough time to hold up a sign reading "OUCH!" before he dragged her back up for a falcon arrow style throw onto the title belt. He covered her, but only got a two count.
A couple of minutes later, after struggling to down Aries by wrapping herself around his leg, his arm and his head in rapid succession - all of which he utterly no-sold - Laurel somehow found herself standing on top of his crown. So naturally she started to dance a Charleston, swiping him across the scalp with her heels. Aries shook his head wildly to knock her off, but she leaped up and came back down in a hard double stomp. So instead he reached up to bat her away - and she grabbed his arm and used it for leverage to dive off and drag him into a rollup! He powered out before the three, but Laurel kipped straight back up and kicked him in the face then pushed him down for another cover... and Aries press slammed her off him, tossing her halfway across the ring! This time he was ready for her, and blasted her with a big boot as she came for him.
It was at this point that Aries decided to bring in the heavy weapons, exiting the ring long enough to chuck in some light tube log cabins, a barbed wire board, a couple of chairs, and a sheet of glass... actually not the latter, as Laurel flung herself over the ropes into him with a tope con hilo while he was holding it, smashing the pane between them! A brief brawl on the outside ensued before things got back in the ring. Things were evenly matched until Aries got the upper hand once he sandwiched Laurel's head with a pair of light tubes to either ear, followed up with a chop to the top of her skull for good measure. He set up the barbed wire board elevated across two chairs... but when he went to pick up Laurel in order to put her through it, she whacked him with her giant hammer! Wrestling's favorite cartoon character headbutted wrestling's favorite Kong in the chest, bumping him towards the barbed wire board, his arms wheeling... but he managed to switch on her and repaid the headbutt, sending her towards the board in turn! She too swung her arms wildly for balance to avoid going into the barbed wire. Aries threw a fist at her - but Laurel ducked it, stepped up off the chair into the ropes, and nailed him with a springboard cutter through the board!
They both took some time to extricate themselves from the barbs. Laurel was free first, but Aries was hot on her tail. She rushed over on her knees to her magic bag and started frantically looking for something inside it. Aries closed in on her - and she spun round and held up a banana, hoping that might mollify him. But he roared and swiped it aside, and moved a step closer, backing her up. Laurel held up a second, bigger banana, but he batted that aside too and pressed in again. Third time's the charm, right? Laurel held up an entire bunch of bananas and presented them to him. Aries cocked his head and gave the bananas a sniff, then accepted them... only to jam the bunch over her head and hit her with a brainbuster! He quickly hauled her up then dropped her through a light tube cabin with a spinebuster. He covered... one! Two! Three-NO! Laurel kicked out!
It took Aries a moment to recover, but to be fair, it look Laurel longer. He grabbed her by the hair but scowled and pulled his hand away as soon as he touched the banana mush now matted into it. He smelled his palm, licked it, and shrugged before hauling Laurel up and into a bear hug. He hefted her high up over his shoulder and into a tight, crushing hold. Every time he squeezed, Laurel's expression turned into a new configuration of bug eyes, unfocused pupils, mouth set into a twisted grimace, and tongue sticking out. Things seemed grim for her... until she snapped her fingers with a bright idea, and pulled the underpants from her intro video out of her front pocket! She wrapped the knickers around Aries' face, choking him! Aries began to gag, and he released Laurel... though not the way she probably wanted, as he hurled her all the way to ringside through another light tube log cabin. Then Aries tore the pants away, coughing and spluttering and pulling a cartoonishly contorted face of his own.
Now furious, Aries reached into Laurel's magic bag, looking to pilfer some of its tricks for himself... he raised one eyebrow as he pulled out an oversized red tie emblazoned with a yellow "DS". He mouthed "Deathsteaks?" into the nearest camera, shrugged, and pulled the tie on over his head, letting it sit against his bare chest, then reached into the bag again... and yelped as a mousetrap bit his fingers! He hopped around flapping his hand, trying to shake the trap off... and Laurel jumped up on the apron and heaved another light tube log cabin into his face! He seemed to no-sell it for a moment, before he blinked a couple of times and dropped to his knees, totally out of it. Laurel sprang off the ropes and caught him with a diving kick; she went for the pin, but it was only a two count.
Laurel retrieved some of that barbed wire from the broken board and tied Aries' wrists with it, laid in a couple of chair shots, and then crossed to the outside to set up a table (with kenzan fastened to it all the way down, naturally) in the entranceway. Then the champion dragged her challenger out and rolled him onto said table... and then she began to climb the outside of the lighting rig for the stage. The fans gasped and hollered as they realised what she was about to do, as she pulled herself higher and higher. But beneath her, Aries rolled off the kenzan table then roared and pulled his arms apart, breaking the wire! He beat his chest madly, bellowing a war cry, then started to climb up after Laurel, bringing a light tube with him. She kicked at him, catching him in the head, but he swung the tube up and shattered it across her spine. He pulled up level to her and tried to throw her to the floor, but she was still able to cling on... she clocked him in the head with a punch and went for a Russian legsweep... but Aries clung on, leaving Laurel to plummet down to the floor all by herself!
The nasty landing left Laurel spreadeagled on the ground, and Aries dragged himself onto a platform within the scaffold. He decided to ascend all the way up as Laurel stirred, and once at the top, beat his chest and roared again. Then he started to head back down, obviously just having gone up for the photo op... but he changed his mind when he saw Laurel coming up after him, this time with her trusty hammer in hand! Aries pouted and jumped up and down in frustration, rocking the rig and even shaking some of the internal platforms loose, leaving them at awkward angles, but Laurel clung on doggedly. Aries paced back and forth along the lighting gantry... then realized that (for some reason) somebody had left some metal trash cans up there. He picked one up in both hands and heaved it down at Laurel, who swatted it aside with her hammer and continued her climb.
When she reached the top she made a beeline for him, but Aries rolled another bin at her, which she only just managed to jump over. She swung her hammer, catching him in the side of the head and leaving him teetering over the drop... but when she went to finish him off, he caught the hammer and after a brief struggle managed to tear it from her hands, and he launched it into the abyss below them. Laurel was shocked, her mouth an exaggerated O, but she regrouped and cracked Aries between the eyes with a headbutt. Aries sank bank a bit but soon responded in kind, smashing Laurel with a headbutt of his own. Laurel was bumped back by the blow, but after a moment came back with another forehead. The ensuing headbutt exchange between them, accompanied by "wooaahh" from the crowd with every impact, seemed to be a stalemate... until Aries decided to change the playbook and kicked Laurel right between the thighs! The cunt punt put an immediate stop to her, and Aries quickly jammed another trash can over her head, then grabbed her and threw her off the gantry and through the kenzan table to a chant of "holy shit"!
The bin bounced away and Laurel bounced too, to her feet... she pointed at Aries furiously... then her eyes crossed and she keeled over backwards, back into the wreckage. Aries rubbed his mouth, not sure what to do... the fans began a chant of "dive! dive! dive!" but he shook his head. They switched it to "do a flip! do a flip!" but he still didn't exactly seem enthused by the idea of jumping all the way down there. Instead he opted to take the safe route, climbing down the scaffold...
...which bit him in the ass when another figure ran out from the entranceway and dove across Laurel, waving the ref over to count the fall! It was SUZUME MITSUYOSHI! Aries ranted at her and the ref alike from halfway up the lighting rig, but the referee shrugged and pointed out that the GFP World Extreme Championship was a 24/7 title, and handed the belt to Suzume! Suzume jumped up and down triumphantly, then scampered before Aries could get to her! As soon as he was down he sprinted backstage, giving chase to the new champion.
WINNER AND NEW GFP WORLD EXTREME CHAMPION: Suzume Mitsuyoshi via pinfall (Lateral Press - 15:54)
"BATEMAN'S HAPPY TIME MURDER" William Bateman vs. Unknown Opponent
MYSTERY OPPONENT: Michael Norcia
Norcia and Bateman both gazed at one another from across the ring. The corner of Bateman’s mouth tugged as the sight of the Hand of God. Norcia, on the other hand, absorbed the atmosphere that was solely behind him. Somewhere, Elena Musgrave was smirking contently at the possible sight of Bateman’s head getting blasted off. For a moment, it seemed the two were about to lock up. But suddenly, Bateman abandoned the ring. He threw his hands up, saying that it wasn’t his fight to have at the moment. Norcia didn’t budge, merely glancing out of the ring with an underwhelmed expression. Bateman stood on the outside as the count started. He remained there until it got to six where he looked out to the crowd.
With a sigh, he re-entered the ring, proclaiming that he was going to beat Norcia’s ass for coming, for being Elena’s pawn, and for making him have to work in such a shitty arena. Norcia nodded, not exactly caring for his reasoning, but joyous that he decided to finally fight him. The two had a respectful lockup, but it broke down quickly as Bateman got a standing headlock in. He threatened to wrench the hold but Norcia was quick on the uptake and slammed Bateman down with a back suplex. Bateman got to his feet, went to the well again, going for a roundhouse kick. Norcia evaded it with ease, zeroing with his counter offense and brought Bateman down to the mat this time with a Half Nelson Suplex. Bateman left the ring again, holding the back of his neck as it had crashed down on the mat at a force he wasn’t particularly fond of.
Norcia stood near the edge of the ropes, motioning for Bateman to rejoin him in the ring. Bateman bared his teeth a tad before hitting the ring again. Norcia didn’t spare him any room to breathe and brought a knee down on the Pretty Boy Assassin. He proceeded to drive more knees into the back of Bateman’s head before picking him up. For a moment, he wrenched a standing choke but he soon transitioned into a biel throw. Bateman got to his feet and barely managed to evade the man charging in at him. Once he got some space, Bateman threw his leg up for a push kick but Bateman caught it. Spinning him around, Norcia didn’t know that the counter was already ready for him. A Dragon Whip caught Norcia flush and sent him into the ropes.
Bateman turned on the gas for a good portion of the match, battering him with his signature flurry of fast blows. Norcia began to face the storm, using his boxing stance to avoid critical blows until he found an opening. Bateman tried to slide through and hit a Release German Suplex but he couldn’t get the big man up who threw a back elbow into Bateman’s nose. Turning around, Bateman was introduced to an Exploder Suplex that sent him careening into the mat. Bateman got to his feet and came into Norcia’s grip again.
‘Til Heavens Fall (Cataclysm Backbreaker) connected! Bateman started to get to his feet, holding his back. Norcia waited for him to get up, but Bateman dove out of the ring to avoid certain death by way of fist.
FINISH: Bateman and Norcia fought on the outside for a bit, with Norcia sending Bateman into several objects. Namely, Norcia caused Bateman to bleed by sending him headfirst into the corner of a production crate. Yet, as they got back into the ring, Bateman had sent a sledgehammer earlier. Norcia came back in and went for the Hand of God, but Bateman flung the weapon at Norcia. It caught him...in the groin, making all genders in the crowd reel from the impact. GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG (540 Knee) dealt the killing blow and Bateman managed to escape with only a good helping of blood running down his face. He made sure to flick off the camera on his way out.
WINNER: William Bateman via Pinfall (13:44 - GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG)
"THE MOST POLITE MATCH ON THE CARD"
Will Neilson vs. Issak Otto
'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."
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!
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 the “Class Act” to make his first ever entrance in PW NEO.
Not a true gentleman, Will isn’t waiting long before the words, “Go all the way up!” pour through the PA system. As the horns start to Fat Joe’s hit “All the Way Up”, the crowd jump to their feet. The always ironically opposite theme music to the Class Act gets the people hyped! It’s only a moment later when Issak Otto himself steps through the black curtain to an outstanding amount of applause and cheers. At first, Otto appears overwhelmed, slightly backing up through the curtain, before instead, displaying his humility and gratefulness. He smiles, blushing, motioning to the audience things like: “aw shucks”, “for me?” “aw stop it” and “No, you.”
ERIN LAMBERT: Making his way to the ring hailing from the Stockholm, Sweden... weighing in at 225 lbs, he is the The Class Act, ISSSSAKKKKKKK OOOOTTTOOOO!
“I’m all the way up! All the way up! I’m all the way up! All the way up! Nothing can stop me, I’m all the way up!”
The crowd roars again. This time Issak takes it in, using all that energy thrust upon him to sprint to the ring. Issak jumps up to the apron, suddenly stopping his forward motion and looking back to the crowd. His grin is just as big as ever, like a kid in the candy store. He steps through the ropes and into the middle of the ring. He takes the time to wave to all four sides of the ring for about three seconds each, before ending on the one facing towards the entrance ramp. Issak bows towards it, turning his attention towards Will immediately after.
The things they say about Issak are true, he really is a “Class Act”...so that’s why it’s strange when he leans into the corner, his usual gleeful expression replaced with a mighty serious one. He looked across at Will, focused, and Neilson returned the exact same look. These two may be buddies outside of the ring, but now that they’ve stepped into the PW NEO ring, they’re both something else entirely.
The pair of them look around the ring, several items remain laying every which way. There had been some carnage displayed in this very spot tonight, and now, it’s here to happen again! All for your viewing pleasure!
DING! DING!!
As the bell rings, the boys move closer to each other in the center of the ring, trying to feel out one another. They both seems to lunge for one another at the same time, getting entangled in a classic tie up, test of strength. Issak managed to push down upon Will, and his strength can’t withstand it. Before he is overpowered, he let’s go, causing Issak to rush towards him with force. Neilson uses the forward motion to send Issak running to the opposite side of the ring, whipping him.
He bounds back and Neilson lays flat. Issak is forced to jump over Neilson’s body, and continue running on. He bounds back again and this time, runs right into Will who has quickly hopped to his feet. He kicks Otto in the midsection, before twisting his arm so that he’s now standing behind Issak. From this position he is able to reach forward, and try for, what looks to be, a pumphandler style maneuver. However, he’s stuck on the pumphandle as Issak fights against Will’s grasp on his arm. Neilson makes the best out of a bad situation, and retches back, causing Issak to yell out in pain.
Will brings is opposite arm up into the air, chopping downwards and Issak’s exposed side, before letting him go. Issak holds his left side, stumbling forward into the turnbuckle. He turns around to receive a closeline right into the corner from Will. Issak bounces out, landing flat on his face, inside the ring on the canvas.
With Issak finally down momentarily, Will gazes out into the crowd. He knows what time it is, and so do these PW NEO Faithful.
Neilson slides out of the ring, to the ground below. He lifts up the apron, and starts going absolutely crazy with it. Anything he can get his hands on, he’s tossing in and around the ring. A couple items come dangerously close to hitting Issak, but he’s able to dodge out of the way for the most part. That is, of course, until Will reaches under with both hands and pulls out…
A microwave?
Who the hell put a microwave under the ring? Is there an outlet? Does someone live below the PW NEO ring? And if so then why is Will destorying their house?! We don’t have time to answer any of these questions, because Neilson launches the microwave, two-handed throw style, at Otto. Unfortunately, this one connects, hitting him around the left pelvic region. Issak yells out, as much of the audience takes a moment to appreciate the humor in it all.
Will continues on as the Deathmatch Santa, bringing gifts from under the ring and leaving them for all the good boys and girls of PW NEO. However, out of the corner of his eye, Will can see Otto hit the ropes, bounding off and heading towards his side of the ring. As Issak is about to use the top rope as leverage to launch himself over, Will reaches up, pulling down on the rope and sending Issak tumbling to the outside with an embarrassing misstep.
Will takes the time to slide a large glass pane out from under the ring. He shoves it under the bottom rope, pushing it the rest of the way inside the ring. Quickly, he stations it propped up against the turnbuckle, very carefully. He turns around to receive a right hand from Issak, followed by another and then a third. Issak battles Will against the ropes, before whipping him. As he comes back around, Otto arm drags Neilson to the canvas. Though, as he performs the arm drag, Neilson crashes right into a trashcan with a hard CRUNCH.
Issak hears the crunch, and instantly, looks incredibly distraught over it. Will clutches his back in pain, lying across the canvas now. Issak rushes over to him, apologizing?
He helps Will to his feet, pointing to the trashcan the entire time, seemingly explaining that he didn’t know it was there and didn’t mean to. The Great British Meme is mighty confused, shaking his head back and forth. He extends his arms outright, at a loss for words that Issak is apologizing for the trashcan.
Will Neilson knows just how to fix this. In the meantime, the fighting has come to a complete halt. Will walks across the ring, picking something small and black up off the canvas. He places it in Issak’s hands, to reveal it to be a staple gun. Will sighs, before crouching a bit lower, and pointing directly to his forehead. He appears to be...telling Issak to staple his forehead. Issak shakes his head no and tries to give it back. Will won’t accept it, insists to Issak. Again, Issak refuses. Now, Will yells. The situation as a whole, and the rush of adreneline in that moment, sees Issak panic and give in. He reaches forward with force, stapling Will’s forehead.
You can hear the echo all the way up to the cheap seats. Issak looks shocked, holding up the staple gun and staring in amazement. What’s more, the audience began to clap. Three cheers for even the “Class Act” learning there’s always a time to fight dirty. His first use of a foreign object, what a moment. It can’t last forever though as Will gets up, now bleeding from his forehead, and looking mad. So what if he told Issak to do it, it hurt! He lunges forward to retrieve the staple gun, only to get another one in his head. Will falls backwards, but rolls through the fall, getting back up on his feet - but only to get a THIRD staple in his head!
There’s blood trickling down his face right about the time as he gets a kick to the gut. Issak lifts him into a piledriver, right atop the very same trashcan (albeit, dented). The crowd cheers, and as Issak gets to his feet he looks as if he mayb even...like it? His eyes are wide with excitement, but suddenly remembers he’s still competing against Will, and hooks the leg.
One…
Tw-kickout!
Will kicks out as the referees hand slaps down for a two. On his knees now, Issak looks out into the crowd, nodding. Now he understands why guys like Will like this so much. He shrugs, before walking across the ring, aimed directly at a ladder. Issak grabs a leg, realizing he’s grabbed it incorrectly. He attempts to grab both legs, before placing a hand on his chin. A-ha! Put them together, then lift. All the while, Will has crawled to the turnbuckle, and has climbed to the top. Issak turns around, holding the ladder vertically across himself.
Neilson leaps into a Great British Elbow (Diving elbow drop to standing opponent), both of them falling to the canvas. Issak looks absolutely flattened, his skin finally cracking and bleeding a bit. Will rolls around the ring, clutching his elbow painfully. A few seconds go by of the audience yelling to Will to pin, or for Issak to get up, before Will hooks Issak’s leg.
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Issak somehow managed to get his shoulder up before the three count. Will looks a tiny bit frustrated, but knows exactly what to do. He helps Issak up, whipping him to the corner, followed by a dropkick right to his chest. Otto sits down in the corner, leaning against the connection of the bottom rope. This is where Will goes to an opposite corner, where a brown bag his been sitting all match. He grabs and bag, unzipping it!
Is that? Why yes it is, it’s that pesky little bowling ball! Those that understand the reference jump with glee, laughing along. It seems to have gotten an upgrade, now sporting various thumbtacks glued to the outside. From across the ring, Will goes bowling, throwing the ball and full on connecting with Issak’s nads! The PW NEO Faithful are going nuts, as Issak rolls around the ring, knocking into various items, while holding said nads. Neilson helps Issak up, hooking his arm over for the Lag Spike (Bloody Sunday). Lucky for Issak, he’s able to throw all his body weight down, blocking Will from using the move currently.
Will is forced to let go, giving Issak the opportunity to plant a forearm to his already bleeding forehead. Of course, the move causes him to bleed even more, the canvas slowly turning completely red with each match tonight.
Otto hooks Will’s arm this time around, lifting him up and nailing him with an Around-the-World Suplex (Spinning Fisherman Suplex).. Right through the glass pane in the corner! Naturally, both men hit glass, though Will is feeling the full effects right about now.
Otto is barely moving, and Neilson isn’t moving at all.
This takes some time, as both men use the ropes to assist themselves up. They go in for another tie up, but Issak fakes him out, low kicking instead. Using the distraction, he plants Will again, this time with a snapsuplex, that he holds on to. Issak twists himself up, bringing Will with him. He lifts Will up for another suplex, but doesn’t quite get over the hump. Will throws his weight as well, causing Issak to set him back down. Neilson uses the momentum to reverse it, bringing Otto into the air instead.
Of course, the positioning for this move is less than ideal, seeing as how Will was left standing almost with his back against the ropes. Mid-air, Will releases, hoping to send Issak soaring over the ropes and to the outside. Issak gains control of himself, flipping over just in time to land on the apron. He reaches over the top rope, grabbing Neilson around the midsection.
Will has an, “Oh No” look on his face, as he’s hoisted over the ropes into a german suplex. The duo tumble to the ground together on the outside. It takes some time for both to get to their feet this time around, both broken open and both willing to fight until they make it into bones. Issak gets Will to his feet, landing a few right hands, followed by a loud chop across his chest. Will starts walking away, trotting up the steel steps. Issak follows, also walking up the steps. Otto falls right into Will’s palm, when Will plants Issak with a snap DDT right onto the steps. The crowd lets out an “ooooo” as the sound of Issak’s head colliding with the steps can only be described as sickening.
Issak looks out of it, trying to get to his feet on the outside of the ring. Will grabs him by the head, giving him a right hook first. He then places his hand on Issak’s head, going for a slam against the steel steps again.
BUT Issak reaches out his hand and stops himself. Will is caught off guard, and eats and elbow to the side from Otto, before getting his own head slammed against the steps. Will’s head bounces off, wiping his hand upon his forehead after. HIs hand is covered in crimson red.
Well, there’s no use in checking my hair now, he thought.
Will turns back around, and is hit with a shoulder block right into the barricade. Will arches his back in reaction, right before Otto attempts to whip him into the perpendicular barricade. But Will reverses it! Sending Issak into the barricade this time. Will never stops moving, using this downtime to peel back the flooring, exposing the hard ground. Issak walks right into a killer of Ladies and Gentlemen, We Got ‘Em (Leaping Flatliner)!
Issak looks dead.
Neilson turns him over, laying over the top of Issak. Neilson closes his eyes as the referee begins the count.
One… Two… T-Kickout!
Issak THROWS his damn arm into the air, almost on autopilot at this point. He just knows that he needs to carry on, to keep going. Will groans loudly, unable to see an end to this match in sight. Will’s pace as he walks over to the announce table, is one of frustration. He stepped hard, grabbing some paper on the announce table, and walking even harder as he came back.
By this point Issak is beginning to stir, which is great news for Will. He grabs Issak’s right hand, placing the edge of a sheet of paper in the crease between his fingers. With one fast motion, Neilson slices between Issak’s fingers by giving him a tragic papercut! Issak yells out, yanking his hand back. The crowd is one hundred percent horrified. They watch as Will grabs Issak’ arm again, placing an armbar on him, and giving him another papercut! This continues until Will has completed the whole hand, stomping on Issak’s chest for good measure.
He begins looking around again, finding a brown potato sack amongst the various items around the ring. Walking back over to where Issak is frozen in pain, Will dumps the bag close by.
Thumbtacks. Of course thumbtacks.
Withe the thumbtacks spread well enough for his liking, Will gives Issak another stomp. Issak fights to his feet, not realizing there are thumbtacks ALL around him. Will lands a hard elbow to Issak’s forehead (staining that spot on that shirt red forever, no doubt). Issak stumbles back but doesn’t hit the floor, so Neilson holds Issak’s head still, delivering a headbutt! Issak almost topples over onto the thumbtacks, but is still on his feet! This time Will goes for a closeline, it’s sure to see Otto hit the thumbtacks.
BUT ISSAK DUCKS.
Neilson misses Issak, overstepping. Issak grabs him from behind, and connects with a bridging dragnplex right on top of the thumbtacks!
One…
Two…It’s over...
TH-KICKOUT!
NEILSON KICKS OUT. Both competitors look spacey, probably due to the loss of blood. Will’s not ready to give up the fight just yet!
The man known as the “Class Act” nods at Will’s lifeless body, rather impressed with how far his resiliency had comes since their match in Scotland. He helps Will to his feet, rather slowly as Neilson can’t really stand on his own just yet.
For a mere second…
The felt JUST like an eternity…
Issak let go of Will, allowing him to walk on his own. The pair sood there, watching each other, before Otto brought Neilson back to the thumbtacks with a takedown. He’s not done yet, as he transitions over, locking in the Class Action Crossface (Bridging Crossface)!
Will is trying his damnedest to fight against Otto’s Class Action, but it appears to be hopeless. Not only is he locked into Issak’s submission hold, he’s also on top of the thumbtacks. Issak knows that Will isn’t going to give up, even in this position, so he retches the move wayyyyy back, applying even more pressure!
Neilson claws at Issak’s hands but to no avail. Frustration set in, and Will began to struggle. He struggle moved the pair of them. Quickly, Will thought up a plan, he would move as much as he could, thereafter changing Issak’s position. Of course, Issak moved as Will did, keeping the Class Action locked in like a pro! However, he was ending up on a ton of different thumbtacks with every move Will made. Neilson is forced to repeat this, until Issak’s grip loosens without him realizing it. Will rips Issak’s hands off his neck, finally free!
With them both on their feet, Will lunges forward, slamming a high knee into Issak’s face. Otto is knocked to the floor, definitely feeling the effects from the match over all. So is Will, who also drops to his knees, beyond tired. Somehow, he pushes himself back onto his feet, walks over to the announce table again, specifically to ask if he could have one of their chairs. They weren’t able to say no to the bloody man in front of them, they handed him the chair.
Will walks back over to Issak, who is almost on his feet and ready to fight again. Will allows him to stand up, not wanting to hit the guy when he’s down.
SMACK!
The folded black chair in Will Neilson’s hands connects with Issak’s head. The look and sound of the collision would expect to the man to be flat upon the ground. Instead, Issak refuses to fall. He hits one knee against the ground before pushing himself back up. Neilson raises the chair…
SMACK!
Another chair shot that no doubt rocked Issak’s brain. His legs become jelly, as he stumbles around, using every bit of energy he has not to fall. Otto swigs at Neilson, thought is obviously seeing double due to how far off his punch was.
Will looks to the crowd, unsure of what to do as he struggles with his conscience. A third time, he raises the chair and again, another chair shot. Issak collapses to all fours, trying to get up, but he can’t. His eyes are darting every which way, frantically. Will looks to the crowd yet again, raising the chair up high above his head. You can see he doesn’t want to do it, but he has to. He mouths something like “I’m sorry, buddy.”
CRACK!
Issak is out.
Will climbs on top of the announce table, leaping off and into a TAKE A BOW, SON (Shooting Star Headbutt)! He lays over Issak, his back against Issak’s chest, unable to do any other type of pin at the moment.
One…
Two…
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The referee raises Will Nielson’s arm in the air, as he crouches and leans on his knees for support. He may not look like a winner, his face absolutely drenched in blood, but soon after you hear the PW NEO announcer.
ERIN LAMBERT: Here is your winner...The Great British Meme...WILL NEILSON!!
WINNER: Will Neilson via Pinfall (TAKE A BOW SON! - 9:43)
Post by Audrey Valentine on Jan 23, 2019 22:15:40 GMT -5
"CLOSER TO HOME"
Lisa Seldon vs. Kaz Bonham
The ringside area was a vicious playground. A barb wire wrapped bat lay near the railing. Singapore canes were scattered about. Two tables rested outside of the ring. However, the fascinating (or terrifying) sight was inside the ring. The ropes were lined with rows and rows of light tubes.
And in the middle of it all stood Kaz and Lisa.
Lisa rocked a confident smirk. Weapons and carnage? That was her element. A look of determination rested on Kaz’s face. She wasn’t going to fold up, not that evening. A swift camera cut revealed The Skull Kids chilling on the outside. They stood near the barricade as they watched over Lisa. Adjacent to them on the other side of the arena sat the Dead Von Erichs. That’s when the referee called for the bell.
Kaz got it in her mind that she needed to strike first. And strike first she did with a vicious elbow smash to Lisa’s grill. The velocity to the shot caught Lisa off guard. Kaz? She continued her offense by throwing out a few crips punches. Each of them connected. The then spun and caught Lisa with a back elbow right under the nose. Instinctually, Kaz began to shot herself into the ropes—
Until she remember the ropes were lined with florescent death sticks.
She pulled a Derek Jeter and slid on the mat. But that slide allowed her to spring back to her feet and rush Lisa. Kaz launched an elbow that would have certainly knocked Lisa out, had it connected. However, Lisa sidestepped the killshot. A nasty shoot kick smacked Kaz in the chest; it was by spinning leg sweep. Lisa leapt into the air just as Kaz hit the mat. The Duck Queen drove her knee into Kaz’s forehead and immediately went for the pinfall. Kaz was able to kick out after one. Lisa knew that she would. She didn’t expect Kaz to give up so easily—but she did want to send a message that she was the one in control.
The action in the ring was reminiscent of regular bout, at least for a few more minutes anyway. A dragon suplex sent Kaz colliding with the mat. She stayed there for a moment. And while she did, Lisa walked over ropes and grabbed a lonesome light tube. She twirled it in her hands as Kaz came to and made it to her knees. In the blink of an eye, Lisa charged her opponent and swung with full force. But thank the stars that Kaz was able to roll out of the way. The light tube crashed against the mat. Kaz wasted little time in hitting Lisa with another elbow and sending her to the mat with a neckbreaker. Lisa’s leg fell into the broken glass. Kaz went for the lateral press, but Lisa soon kicked out.
A quick burst of energy allowed Kaz to take ahold of a light tube herself. But unlike her foe, Kaz didn’t rush in. Nope, nope. She waited for Lisa to get back her feet. Ms. Seldon rose to her feet after a few seconds had gone by; she wiped the trickles of blood away from her leg before she snatched another light tube from the ropes.
The two circled the the ring as the Dead Von Erichs and The Skulls Kids shouted words of support and encouragement to their respective combatant. More circling and posturing ensued until Kaz took aim and swung at Lisa’s head.
She missed.
Lisa responded by trying to pierce Kaz’s sternum with a sharp jab or two. But Kaz bobbed and weaved better than Mike Tyson. Lisa then swung, but Kaz moved out of the way.
The next moments resembled a bootleg Star Wars battle as they both swung blindly and wildy, that is until both light tubes shattered and sent glass flying everywhere. Kaz took what was left of her broken tube and hurled it at Lisa’s head. It missed and landed on the outside near Skull Kid #2. Lisa? She launched her broken tube disbris with a bit more accuracy. The broken tube protruded out of Kaz’s left side. And before Kaz knew anything, she’d been yanked up and driven into the corner. A well placed kick caused the tubing to shatter across Kaz’s skin. Kaz groaned as she pulled the sharp pieces from the initial wound’s entrypoint. But Lisa kept drilling her with kicks. A stern one caught Kaz on the chin and made her loopy. That’s when Lisa grabbed another tube off of the ropes. She flashed a smile before smashed the entirety of the tube over Kaz’s head. The blue haired woman slumped like dead rat. Lisa yanked her out of the corner and went for the pinfall. And yet, Kaz was able to kick out.
Well, it’s safe to say that Kaz didn’t enjoy what followed. Lisa gathered up six or seven tubes and lined them up on the mat. Kaz had begun to stir. She fought back against Lisa. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop Lisa from hoisting her up and demolishing her with The Evil Dead (Fisherman’s Driver). The tubes snapped on impact; Kaz’s body convulsed a bit. Lisa went for the pinfall again, but somehow, Kaz was able to kick out!
Although she was in complete agony, Kaz slid her body across the mat until she was able to roll out of the ring. Lisa sized her up the whole. She watched as Kaz dropped to a knee and caught her breath.
That’s when Lisa made her move.
She darted towards the ropes and leapt to the top on a single go. Her soared through the air with a plancha—
But the Dead Von Erichs pushed Kaz out of the way! With no real way to redirect herself, Lisa slammed into the barricade. The Skull Kids rushed over and looked to get involved. And they certainly would have yoked Lisa up and got her out of there, had Kaz not grabbed a singapore cane and swung to kill. The Skull Kids and the Dead Von Erichs backed up.
A bloody Kaz loomed over Lisa for a moment. And then she cracked Lisa with the cane. Then she hit her again. And again. And again. And again!
After what seemed like twenty blows, Kaz finally tossed the cane away. She shouted something to the Dead Von Erichs as she picked Lisa up and placed her in the ring. Kaz’s crew promptly began digging under the ring. They soon produced a big bundle of light tubes held together by plastic bands. Kaz positioned the bundle in the center of the ring. After mounting Ms. Seldon, Kaz began punching the shit out of her. Lisa tried to block her face, but that didn’t work out for her. After her beating-hand grew tired, she pulled Lisa up to her feet. A moment elapsed before she sent Lisa’s dome into that bundle of light tubes with a snap DDT. The tubes? They exploded and expelled a cloud of dust into the air. Blood began to pour from Lisa’s face as Kaz pressed her shoulders to the mat. The referee got to the count of two but Lisa miraculously kicked out.
A wild gleam came to Kaz’s eyes. She made her way over to the ropes and told the Dead Von Erichs to bring her something. They did so, but the camera couldn’t pick up what that something was. Afterwards, Kaz turned her attention back to her foe. She booted Lisa in the head before she dropped to a knee and started talking shit. And then she took out whatever the Dead Von Erichs had given her—
A fireball shot out from Kaz’s mouth and hit Lisa in the face!
Lisa ignored her aching body and rolled out of the ring. Some of the fans in the front row handed their bottled water to the Skull Kids. They rushed over and began pouring the water on Lisa face, trying to do anything to alleviate her pain. The referee exited the ring and went to check on Lisa as well. He was going to throw out the match, that is until Kaz got in his face. Kaz and the referee jaw-jacked until she shoved him shoved him. She told him to shut his mouth and make the count when needed.
Kaz grabbed another singapore cane and made the Skull Kids disperse. Afterwards, she grabbed Lisa and threw her into the ring. Ms. Seldon’s hair was matted with blood as Kaz lifted her up…
SMACK!
Kaz gave her thunderous palm strike. She wiped Lisa’s blood on her own chest.
She got caught up in the moment, that’s why she didn’t see Lisa shoot in. She grabbed ahold of Kaz and rolled her to the mat with an inside cradle. Kaz was able to kick out and stop Lisa from stealing the match right then and there. Kaz went to strike her, but Lisa countered with a bloody headbutt that cracked Kaz in the jaw and floored her.
Skull Kid #1 yelled something to her before he slid a black bag underneath the bottom rope. Lisa retrieved the bag and dumped its contents into the center of the ring—
Razor sharp thumb tacks.
Lisa went to plant Kaz on those thumb tacks. But of course, Kas wasn’t having any of that. Some punches to the body made Lisa back away. Kaz charged and clocked her with a European uppercut. It was then that Kaz tried to sent Lisa into the tacks with a Northern Lights suplex, but she was to. Lisa block it and hit a knee lift. That allowed her to yeet Kaz up and drop her with The Evil Dead 2 [Dead by Dawn] (Angle Slam lift to Fisherman’s Driver). Kaz writhed on the mat in pain as Lisa tried to breathe and settle herself.
It took Lisa a moment, but she eventually made it to her feet. Kaz made it to her knees.
“Fuck you!” Kaz shouted.
Lisa responded with a Man Opener (roundhouse to kneeling opponent). But the move only clipped her.
Kaz let out a defiant roar.
But she was shut down by another Man Opener. Both wrestlers dropped to the mat. Lisa draped her arm over Kaz’s chest. The referee made the count: ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER: Lisa Seldon via Pinfall (The Man Opener - 10:37)
Jack Off Jill’s “Fear of Dying” began to play throughout the Hammerstein. However, the song was cut short. The Skull Kids rushed into the ring to check on Lisa while the Dead Von Erichs tended to Kaz.
Somewhere deeper inside Hammerstein Ballroom, we caught up with the new GFP World Extreme Champion, Suzume Mitsuyoshi, being pursued by Aries Armadaist. The belt was trailing and flapping from her hand as she ran. Aries heaved a chair at her - and not a folding chair but a wooden dining chair. Suzume dodged it and rounded a corner as it smashed against a wall, and she flew past someone carrying a stack of papers bumping them out of their hands. The unfortunate office worker grumbled and kneeled down to pick them all up... then suddenly had to flatten up against the wall as Aries barrelled after Suzume, sending sheafs of paper swirling into the air again!
Finding themselves in a large backstage production area, bustling with technicians, producers, gophers and other wrestlers, the pair were forced to dart this way and that to avoid getting caught in the crowd. People jumped out of their way frantically. Suzume suddenly found herself trapped between two walls and a throng of techies... Aries ripped up a monitor (fortunately not one crucial to the show, apparently) and threw it at her. It caught her in the arm as she raised it to protect herself, but she dropped and rolled past him, running past his reach...
...Laurel Anne Hardy was there and she swung her mallet at Suzume! Suzume only just reacted in time, dropping to her knees and sliding under the arc of the hammer swing then stumbling to her feet and onward. Laurel turned to give chase - Aries barged right past her! But Laurel quickly set off too, and now Suzume had both halves of the match she interrupted going after her. Suzume did her best to evade them but they managed to back her into a corner... Suzume looked around for escape, but there was none... and she figured it was time to fight, not run! She clocked Laurel and Aries in turn with belt shots, but couldn't keep up the assault on both of them well enough and before long Laurel was able to blast Suzume with a hadouken, and then she and Aries hit her with dual headbutts. Suzume had a trick up her sleeve though, and she heaved the title belt over the heads of both her opponents!
On instinct, they both turned to track it, and Suzume kicked up off Aries to vault over Laurel and dive for her belt - but there was a scrum to catch it, like a violent wedding bouquet. It ended up in the hands of... NOHELLE BENTLEE! Someone tried to take it from her but she slapped them in the jaw, before seeing Suzume coming for her. Deciding discretion might be the better part of -ahem- "valour", Nohelle beat a retreat with Suzume hot on her heels, and Aries and Laurel in turn.
"MURDER IS AN ARTFORM"
Brodie vs. Josh Kennedy
“Viktoria Modesta” by Prototype filled the arena. Just when the music's beat kicked in, Brodie emerged through the curtain to a mixed reaction, her wild hair billowing out behind her. It comes to rest against her black leather biker's jacket, and she cracks her knuckles in front of her face and sends a malicious expression cast down at the ring.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 150 pounds, she is, Brooodieee!”
CERES BENTON: “Brodie’s just starting to get noticed now from her career in Valor Pro Wrestling, but she’s going to be a name to remember real soon.”
As the opening to "Mercury:Retrograde" sounded out across the arena, the lights strobe in time with the introductory synth arpeggio. With the echoed vocals kicking in, the screen displayed a sporadic, bloody series of clips of Josh's most extreme in-ring moments. Just as the beat kicked in, the lights erupted into a bright flash of white light as Josh Kennedy appeared on the entrance stage, nodding in time to the track, a wide smile planted on his face. As he reached the start of the ramp, Josh paused, crouched down and surveyed the crowd, holding up the back of his left hand to display his immediately recognisable Ouroboros tattoo. The track continued as Josh rose again, locking his eyes on the ring. As he made his way forward, he slapped the hands of all the fans that outstretch them to him, before sliding underneath the bottom rope, popping to his feet, and crooking a finger directly to his opponent with a self-assured smirk.
ERIN LAMBERT: “And from Long Beach, California, weighing in at 174 pounds, Josh Kennedy!”
Kennedy and Brodie locked eyes the very second the bell rang to kick the action off, as the deathmatch veteran held his hands out for a lockup. Brodie obliged with a wicked smile, and the two began viciously yanking each other back and forth to gain purchase on the other. It took a while before Brodie managed to gain a usable advantage over the DTW World Champion. From there, The Submission Machine contorted Kennedy’s arms around his own neck and dragged him to the ground with a straightjacket neckbreaker.
Josh found his feet quickly, before Brodie could follow up, and began brawling. Kennedy launched a series of knee strikes and low kicks rapidly as Brodie fought off his barrage with some vicious forearms. Eventually, both Kennedy and Brodie relented from their assaults on one another and armed themselves. Kennedy opted for a kendo stick while Brodie took a metal baseball bat. Kennedy, initially having an intense fire in his eyes, broke his intense composure with a smirk as he noticed Brodie’s weapon of choice.
CERES BENTON: “Kennedy’s used a similar bat in deathmatches for years. I’m not sure if Brodie intentionally made that choice to screw with him or not, but it seems not to have deterred him.”
JIN FUMEI: “No time for hesitation here, and he knows it.”
The blow from Josh’s weapon doubles Brodie over momentarily, but she made some space for herself by cracking Kennedy on the chin with the handle of the bat. Josh reeled and took several paces back, giving Brodie time to charge him with the bat. A huge blow to his knee and Kennedy dropped to one leg.
DAVE: “I was wondering how smart it was for Brodie to try and meet Kennedy on his own turf by letting him arm himself, but it seems she’s taken to that bat like a natural!”
Brodie then brought the match back into her territory firmly; having applied a clock choke to the downed Kennedy, applying pressure with her body weight pressing down on his back, and using the bat to compress his throat. The arena fell deathly silent for a moment, the sound of Josh choking as he struggled to breathe the only audible sound until the crowd tried to rally him with a series of rhythmic applause. It seemed to work in time, as Josh slowly fought his way back up to a standing position and turning Brodie away with a ripcord knee strike, the sudden impact forcing her to drop the bat as she rested against the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring.
Kennedy, still a little pale in the face, fought to regain his breath before laying a few more hits with the kendo stick into Brodie’s and ribs.
CERES BENTON: “It’s well known that submissions are a big weakness of Kennedy’s, Brodie’s exploitation of that fact has worked well. He seems to have a gameplan of his own though, working that ribcage.”
JIN FUMEI: “It’s uncommon for him to have such a clearly laid-out gameplan.”
DAVE: “They’ve both been greatly anticipating this match, I’m thinking they’ve both done their homework.”
Kennedy launched a series of furious stomps into Brodie’s chest, the crowd started counting along with each one, until Brodie rolled out of the way just before the tenth, and overwhelmed him with a tilt-a-whirl arm drag. Brodie looked on as Kennedy continued to struggle finding his breath, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she armed herself with a small bag.
CERES BENTON: “Seems the real bloodshed’s on its way now.”
JIN FUMEI: “About time!”
Kennedy seemed to recognize the contents of the small bag as Brodie returned to the ring. The dangerous woman dipped her hand into the bag and came away with a fistful of thumbtacks, the points sticking between her fingers like a brutal, makeshift set of knuckle dusters. Josh went for the bat that had been tossed beside him and nodded enthusiastically, slapping it against his palm a few times as if to beckon her to bring the brutality to him. Her walk was slow and calculating, eyeing the fired-up deathmatch wrestler as she dumped the rest of the thumbtacks in the centre of the ring.
CERES BENTON: “Kennedy looks ready to crack a skull, but I really don’t like the confidence in Brodie’s face.”
JIN FUMEI: “Speak for yourself, this is about to get gory and I can’t wait.”
Brodie threw a right-hook at Josh’s face, embedding several of the tacks into the side of his face. Kennedy staggered back, his mouth filling with blood, as he violently swung the bat at Brodie, missing the first shot, but connecting with a quick follow-up to the knee. Josh then hooked Brodie’s arm into a hammerlock, and swung into her with his Widowmaker (Hammerlock Lariat), dropping her back-first into the pile of tacks. Josh practically fell forwards onto her for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—Kickout!
But as the cover was made, Brodie yanked on one of the tacks still embedded in Josh’s cheek, forcing him to break the pin!
The two laid in the centre of the ring, motionless for a while, until Josh began removing the tacks from his face one by one, and sat up, a significant amount of blood leaking from his cheek and mouth.
CERES BENTON: “I can barely call this. This is just… brutal.”
Brodie remained within the pile of tacks, shifting in pain every now and then, giving Kennedy an opening to set up a ladder, bridging the gap between the ring apron and the barricade, and setting a pane of glass on the centre. But as Josh approached to haul his opponent to her feet and execute his plan, it became clear that Brodie was merely playing possum, exploding to life with a double leg takedown to Kennedy, dropping him chest-first into the tacks and catching him with her Finality Crossface (Crippler Crossface).
JIN FUMEI: “Brodie was playing him! Brilliant!”
CERES BENTON: “That crossface has ended plenty of matches before, will we be seeing the same thing again here?”
DAVE: “I don’t know. Truth be told, I really want to see where Kennedy was heading with that glass pane on the ladder.”
Brodie’s arm was coated in the blood still leaking from Kennedy’s face and mouth as she held the crossface. It seemed as though all may be lost for the newly crowned HKW Underground Bloodlust Champion, until he shifted his weight, rolling over as Brodie’s grip was loosened by the slickness of the blood on her arm. Brodie followed the transition, almost effortlessly, into an anaconda vice hold. But Josh leaned back and forced The Submission Machine’s arms into the tacks. Brodie screamed in pain, and Josh forced her off with a headbutt and a sickening crack, sending a splatter of blood through the air from both of them as Brodie’s nose was busted open from the impact.
CERES BENTON: “I think I have a sympathy headache, my god…”
JIN FUMEI: “For which one, exactly? I don’t think that went well for either of them.”
With a furious shriek, Brodie launched herself back at Kennedy with a shining wizard, before lifting Josh’s mostly limp body onto her shoulders and dropping him with an electric chair. She then left the downed Kennedy to retrieve an item from under the ring. Producing the object with a psychotic ear-to-ear grin, she raised it up for all to see: an already threaded needle. The crowd erupted, a rain of cheers and boos as they realized her intent. Brodie chuckled and lifted a finger to her lips, as if to hush the crowd, but they didn’t follow her demand, only getting louder.
DAVE: “OH, NO... NO NO NO…”
JIN FUMEI: “Is she about to go where I think she’s going?”
CERES BENTON: “I’m afraid she might be.”
Brodie returned to the ring, just as Josh regained some sense of where he was, only to have his arms pinned to his chest with the metal bat. Josh gripped it, and struggled against her weight to keep his shoulders from the mat, still not having seen the tool Brodie had given herself. The needle appeared, and Josh’s eyes widened. Brodie laughed, and almost maternally shifted Josh’s long hair away from his face. Josh struggled, refusing to remain still, despite his predicament. Unable to do much else, Josh shifted his legs incessantly to try and find some ground or connect with a desperate knee, but Brodie kept on top of his attempts. His refusal to be still was an issue, until Brodie simply slammed his head into the mat repeatedly. The momentary shock of the impact was enough to leave him still for a few seconds, at which point, Brodie pierced Josh’s lower lip with the needle, pulling the thread through his mouth as the needle. As it came out of his upper lip, Josh’s dazed head had recovered enough for him to resume struggling, much to Brodie’s dismay. Kennedy spat a mouthful of blood into Brodie’s eyes, blinding her long enough for him to pull the needle from out of his lips, and smash the bat into her ribs and gut.
CERES BENTON: “Well, that’s a level of psychotic I never thought I’d see in my life.”
DAVE: “I suppose we won’t be forgetting this match any time soon. That was nasty.”
Kennedy, incensed, launched a spinning heel kick to the side of Brodie’s head. Brodie retreated to the turnbuckles to try and recollect herself, but Kennedy just kept up his relentless offense with Deathcrush (Slingshot Sitout Powerbomb), holding on for a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—Kickout!
Brodie kicked out on pure instinct. Finally, with breathing room aplenty, Josh took a moment to eye the ladder he’d set up with a twisted smirk, whipping Brodie out of the ring, where she collapsed ringside near the ladder. It seemed to all be coming together for Kennedy finally.
Josh, trembling, bleeding, and drenched in sweat, launched himself at Brodie with a suicide dive as she was getting back to her feet.
DAVE: “Ever the daredevil!”
JIN FUMEI: “You know, I thought I’d get sick of seeing Kennedy trying to kill himself one of these days, but I never do. Love him or hate him, you can’t deny that.
The suicide dive connected, and Kennedy picked the then-collapsed Brodie up, and placed her on the ladder. A brief climb, and Josh lifted Brodie and slammed her into the glass pane with Ghost Hardware (Fisherman Driver), buckling the ladder as he did so. Shards of glass were buried into Brodie’s body, leaving her bleeding profusely.
CERES BENTON: “Kennedy with Ghost Hardware through a glass pane and a ladder! That had to have done the job, surely?”
Josh, convinced he too, had finally ended the battle, quickly rolled the motionless Brodie back into the ring and covered.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner, Josh Kennedy!”
JIN FUMEI: “It seems murder is indeed an artform.
Kennedy stood triumphant in the middle of the ring, but he certainly didn’t look it. A bloodstained hand clutched the side of his face, from which small trickles of blood still ran between his fingers. Brodie remained splayed out on the mat until Josh reached down to help her to her feet. She slapped his hand away viciously, and Josh gave up. Brodie stood on her own and stared Josh down - fury still burning in her eyes - as if weighing up whether or not to continue the fight. But it was clear that neither of them were in much state to do so, and the fight was almost entirely gone from Josh’s face, only a pained resignation. Brodie left quietly as a bloodstained Josh Kennedy celebrated his victory briefly for the fans, before he too struggled his way behind the curtains.
WINNER: Josh Kennedy via pinfall (Ghost Hardware - 21:22)
Post by Audrey Valentine on Jan 23, 2019 22:24:30 GMT -5
Audrey Valentine’s luscious lock appear before she fully pops into the frame.
AUDREY VALENTINE: HELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO! Did you miss me?
Her cheery introduction and inquiry are followed by a snicker.
AUDREY VALENTINE: What a silly question, right? OF COURSE you missed me! Well, fear not, it’s me in the flesh.
Her laughter quickly dries up.
AUDREY VALENTINE: Although, there’s a bit of bad news that I need to deliver. As you all are probably aware, Cosmo Cooper and Bryan Williams were scheduled to kill each other here tonight. However, that won’t be happening. Well, at least not tonight. Unfortunately, some unforeseen circumstances popped up. Neither wrestle was able to make it here.
She snaps her finger.
AUDREY VALENTINE: But don’t worry! We’re be working hard to bring that match to you as soon as both of their dockets are clear.
Audrey nods her head.
AUDREY VALENTINE: Now, I think it’s time for that main event! Back to the action, post haste!
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Jan 24, 2019 22:25:34 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
"A PLACE CALLED HATE"
Artemis Kaiser vs. Aurora Jansen
Erin Lambert didn’t look so much out of her element. Considering her environment, Erin decided to wear a more fitting blood red dress with some makeup that made her look like something out of a horror flick. She smiled at the camera with many fans bowing down to her. Her microphone tonight was fashioned after a spinal cord with a skull holding the actual microphone in its teeth.
ERIN LAMBERT: “It’s now time for your main event of the evening and it’s scheduled for one fall!”
“ONE FALL!”
The main event of the evening was now on the horizon. The headline match between Bryan Williams and Cosmo Cooper had taken everyone by storm as intended, where the two men put everything on the line for the sake of a bloody victory. The Lion's’ Den match had come to an end but the night of carnage was not over. Two people entering the ring soon were names on everyone’s breath. In HELL, the two met for the first time with Aurora Jansen walking out the winner. Artemis Kaiser, the persistent woman she was, vowed to have a rematch. Though the match was always going to happen, the fashion behind it began to grow worse. Feelings of respect were put aside for the lust for bloodshed. Personal feelings of malice and vengeance polluted the air around both competitors. The fans looked on as the ring crew finished putting up a new canvas. It was going to be a futile effort.
As an old madman set to teach people the sanctity of life once said: “there will be blood.”
Thus came the rumbling of thunder and the clash of lightning. The arena fell under steady darkness, only interrupted by a flash that correlated with the elements around the entranceway. There were faces in the crowd that the audience recognized. Obviously, on Aurora’s side, Aubrey Wilkinson looked on with a content smile. Sophie El sat next to her alongside Nina Stokes. While Nina shared Aubrey’s more relaxed expression, Sophie seemed nervous. Arkia Fisk-Jones patted Sophie on the back, telling her something that seemed to help alleviate the panic while TJ Jones gazed towards the ring. Ella Cross sat a good few seats away, watching on with a passive expression. Leanne Evangelista was in attendance for Laurel Anne Hardy’s match but her interest hadn’t waned. Though, they were all reinforced by the RISE students that Aurora mothered all looking on. Namely, Tiffany Tompkins and Ashley Maldano. Not far from them was their quintessential father, Andreas Lasiewicz, his hardened stare unwavering. Cassius Reed and Melody Lennox both sat in their section, where Cassius seemed a bit off himself but nevertheless he maintained his gleeful energy. Finally, a woman who had been on both bad sides of the competitors, Ashlyn de Luca, who noted the camera and put up some gang sign.
Whereas Artemis didn’t have as many but there were some notable names. Kyra McKnight, Misha LeCavalier, and Scarlet Flint were all seated with one another, analyzing what was bound to happen in a short while. Scarlet looked around, noting the atmosphere of her former tag team partner’s entrance. Brytain Rollins and Miko Ayano shared the screen for a moment, having entirely different reactions and reasons for being there. Ayano was covered in bandages, a result of her hellacious war against Dexter Jacobs. The camera slowly faded to Salem, Artemis’ ex-wife, who was a neutral party in it as far as the public knew. Finally, Maribel von Licht, Artemis’ mother sat with some people in suits who were aligned with her. She waved her fan in front of her face, an amused, soft smile on her face. She eyed the thunder and lighting effects, giggling softly to herself. Her mouth movement told that she just wanted Artemisia to get on with it. Her wish was granted soon after she spoke.
The harsh guitar riff brought on by Richard Z. Kruspe informed the audience to the time drawing near. Many of the people against Artemis grimaced faintly as the ravenous, bloodthirsty crowd began to start the infamous chant. Most of the people in attendance have heard this song, many wrestlers registered it as a death toll of the penultimate bell. Hate had come to the Hammerstein Ballroom and the uproarious nature of the building only played its part in welcoming it.
The bombastic, thrashing metal came with Artemis making her way behind the curtain. In a black hoodie that shrouded her face, wearing a necklace made of broken bone pieces, and frantic energy found only in her immense need to hurt, the Last Empress paced back and forth along the stage before stopping dead center. She cracked her knuckles and began walking down the aisle, not caring once for anyone who dared to reach out to her. Reckless fans patted her on the back while others cringed away, not knowing what kind of reaction she’d make if they dared.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing first...fighting out of Mt. Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada...weighing in at a 135 pounds...she is the Last Empress...ARTEMIS KAISER!”
JIN FUMEI: “This is my first time seeing Artemis Kaiser outside of reports of how barbaric she can be. I didn’t expect her to be so...small.”
CERES BENTON: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Actually, please, Jin, don’t bring that nightmare over here. She’s like a wolverine.”
JIN FUMEI: “Ceres, are you okay?”
CERES BENTON: “She commands respect but not favor, if you catch my drift. Anyways, you call her short and she’s liable to rip your face off with her teeth.”
DAVE: “Not liable. She will absolutely, without a second thought or a first one, rip your face off and try to beat you to death with it. She has slowed down a bit lately, sure. She lost that 4CW Championship just as fast as she won it but that takes nothing away from the raw but beautiful viciousness she brings to each and every match. I’ve called a couple of her matches, most of which involve her in some hateful blood feud. When it’s time to get even with someone, Artemis is the strongest creature alive. A lot of those people on the camera earlier? She has beaten them. A few of them? She has left in a pool of their own blood.”
Artemis stopped on her way to the ring, heading for the barricade. As she did, the fans moved out of her way, if to avoid her or to surround slightly. Pulling down her hood, revealing the blood red mark across her nose, Artemis shot a heinous smile towards the pro-Aurora crowd. She yelled something in their direction.
ARTEMIS KAISER: “Good seats for a live murder!”
She made sure to point out Ella and Sophie.
ARTEMIS KAISER: “Ain’t that cute? I’m glad we brought the family out!”
Sophie froze up, leading to Arkia and Nina trying to comfort her. Arkia shot a glare at Artemis, who gave her a smile and a wink before starting to head off. Albeit, something else caught her attention. Ella Cross continued to stare at her, which made Artemis stop and return the favor. She pointed at Aurora’s sister and told her that she could get it next if she wanted to keep staring like that before breaking away.
CERES BENTON: “Aurora has already dropped her once, dropped her sister twice, and has more credit to her name than Artemis ever has. Ahem. Let me be more professional. Aurora is a staple of our business. A leader in the locker room, a mentor to many, and a woman that many people look up to. She’s a class act most of the time but when it’s time to drop some disrespectful, little pissant on their head...she has plenty of DDTs to do it. Tonight is no different.”
When she leaped off the barricade, her eyes went towards her side, mostly to Salem, who she presented the middle finger to before hitting the ring. She tore off her hoodie before walking around the ring. A turnbuckle got a kick while she began to pound at the next one nearby before turning her back to it. Her focus zeroed in on the entranceway. Her face went cold, knowing that it was almost time to get what she wanted.
Or what she thought she wanted.
CERES BENTON: “It’s time for the woman who I hope can end this miserable little brat.”
DAVE: “I see this one is a bit drunk.”
JIN FUMEI: “I don’t think Ceres drinks.”
DAVE: “Drunk on hate, Jin, drunk on hate.”
Artemis was left to silence, something she knew when it came to Aurora’s entrance. The camera panned away from her to a shot of the entire arena. Panning across, it showed the fans staring out towards the entranceway until the long-awaited hiss that introduced audiences to Aurora’s theme came. Her song was like the heartbeat of the Hammerstein Ballroom. Each beat gave new life to the audience, forcing their attention to where Aurora would come.
"We kiss...the stars.
We writhe...We are..."
Aurora appeared at the top of the ramp, temporarily veiled by mist. Like a moon rising, light from a projection screen offset the mist. The video that began to play showcased many of her high impact moves. The counters that made her a household name were trickled in-between each shot, but there was an addition to them that made the crowd cheer. Each counter was one dealt to Artemis, an interwoven barb for the Last Empress. Her finishers came next before the shadow of her bat, Black Betty. Yet among her body, sharp white strobes of light illuminated her body. Each intricate decoration placed carefully on her attire. She twirled the bat for a moment before pointing to Artemis in the ring before she spoke in the raspy whisper that was her voice.
"We are..."
A sudden silence coupled with a familiar depth into total darkness, where only the cheers of the audience struck the audio feed. Wayne Static’s voice exploded into the chorus of “Cold”, prompting Aurora to make her march down the ramp. Her hair was shorter in its natural blonde state, garnering an even louder reaction from the crowd. Tonight, there wasn’t going to be any methods for Artemis to get in her head.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing her opponent...fighting out of Chicago, Illinois...weighing in at a 145 pounds...AURORA JANSEN!”
CERES BENTON: “In this era of Super Rookies and false idols, I’ll say this. Aurora Jansen is a living legend. She has been in the game for ages, she has constantly been a force to be reckoned with, and nothing she had done has been without fanfare. She’s a well-regarded name on everyone’s lips. Tonight, we’re getting something rare. Aurora hardly ever lets her hate and rage take over her but when it happens, you get this angel of death descending down to obliterate you. Good luck, Artemis, you’re going to need it.”
DAVE: “Rori got the win over Artemis last time. That’s rare in itself. The last person I’ve seen ever beat Arty twice was Izzy. I’ll never take anything from Aurora Jansen but she does have an equally terrifying opponent.”
JIN FUMEI: “I’m just glad that Hayato gave Elizabeth the night off. She hates bloody messes like this match is going to be. There’s a good chance that neither competitor makes it out.”
"Cold, we're so cold. We are...so cold, we're so cold. Cold, we're so cold. We are...so cold, we're so cold."
When she hit the ring apron, she put the bat down near the steps and seems to whisper at it to ‘stay’, then she jumps to grab the middle rope, using her momentum to bring her right up on the apron and turning to face the ramp, arms going up over her head. She then hooked one arm over the top rope and did a slow backflip into the ring before moving to the center and lifting her arms up over her head again as the white strobes lit up above her to wash down over her. As she turned, any bit of the ethereal serenity that she had turned into a steady coldness as her eyes landed on her opponent, who was gritting her teeth.
“FUCK HER UP, ROOOOOORI, FUCK HER UP. FUCK HER UP, ROOOOORI, FUCK HER UP!”
Artemis didn’t break her gaze with Aurora, who replied with a small smile.
Aurora looked around the crowd but mostly to give a reassuring glance to her closest. She returned her glance back to Artemis, who had since closed the gap between them, glaring up at her. Aurora was steadfast, not flinching or averting her eyes. Referee Ollie Summers pried Artemis away, who shoved her to the mat. Though afterward, she went to her neutral corner, assuming the readied stance. Ollie got up, shooting Artemis a glare and called for the bell.
DING! DING!!
Artemis came charging in, full head of steam. Aurora evaded a jumping boot, which put Artemis in her turnbuckle. Aurora turned and threw out some forearms to keep Artemis there, but the Last Empress weathered them and moved under her arms. Artemis threw out a forearm of her own but Aurora got out of the way easily. She tried to take Artemis into her grip for a DDT, getting the crowd on their feet, but Artemis pried herself free, a showcase of the power in her diminutive body. Aurora threw a knee up before going for a swinging neckbreaker but Artemis rolled with it. She pushed Aurora into the corner and crept forward with her hands forward.
Aurora put her hands up and interlocked them with Artemis’ own. The two began to back away from the corner to the center but Artemis took control by applying a wrist lock. Aurora lowered down to the mat, alleviating the pressure on the hold until Artemis got to the mat with her, breaking the hold to secure a leg. Aurora was now on one foot while Artemis’ clench deepened, going from a simple hold on the ankle to a grip around the thigh and knee. Artemis then swept the standing leg and applied a Single Leg Boston Crab. Aurora didn’t last long in the hold, moving out of the way and kicking Artemis back into the ropes. Artemis used the momentum to come back for a soccer kick but Aurora caught the leg and used both of her arms to hit a modified Drop Toe Hold. She tried to go upward to get an arm but Artemis was too quick on the ground for her. Rolling both bodies onto the mat, Artemis was able to reapply her control by getting a grounded wrist lock while applying her weight on the upper bicep.
Artemis distributed her weight until she was able to get to a kneeling position. She dropped her knees against Aurora’s arms before once again shifting her weight onto one knee. Soon, Artemis was to a standing position while Aurora was stuck on the ground. Artemis kept a foot on the bicep while she reared her leg back and kicked the defenseless arm. Aurora ripped her arm away, clutching it as she got back to her feet. Artemis moved steadily around the ring with her stance up. She didn’t throw out any punches, merely maintaining the neutral game in her favor. She offered another lock-up for Aurora, who accepted the challenge.
This time, the tied together hands went in Aurora’s favor as she applied her weight and height advantage to pin Artemis to the ground. Artemis hit a quick bridge but Aurora kicked one leg out but Artemis was quick to bridge again and spin out of the hold. Now, she had her hand around Aurora’s again but Aurora rolled, forcing Artemis’ arm into an uncomfortable state. It was mandatory to break the hold but that was Aurora’s objective to close the gap without any danger of a quick counter. A European Uppercut caught Artemis under the chin, which made her try to get some distance. Artemis tried to rally back, knowing her advantage was dwindling but Aurora hit her with a bicycle kick to the chest. Artemis fell into the ropes, coming back into a boot, but it was easily caught. She sent Aurora spinning around but the side of her head caught with the opposing leg, a classic dragon whip. Artemis scrambled into the corner, taking a moment to recover as Aurora got back to her feet.
JIN FUMEI: “The gameplan is starting to show here. Aurora can’t get stuck on the ground against Artemis while her counters are still effective against Artemis.”
CERES BENTON: “Artemis herself is a counter expert but she’s facing a master.”
DAVE: “This is what happened in the last match, but it seems that Artemis isn’t as gung-ho to throw those deadly strikes. Aurora was dodging around them like Ip Man in their last match.”
Aurora wriggled her arm that Artemis kicked but she then gave Artemis a round of applause. Artemis’ eye twitched but she came at Aurora. Aurora walked back but Artemis slid into her leg, which admittedly caught the veteran off guard. Artemis held the leg in her grip and moved back. Curiously, she placed the leg on the ropes before climbing the second turnbuckle. She dropped off with a boot against Aurora’s thigh. Aurora hobbled away from the corner before Artemis measured up and leaped high. A dropkick to the back of the head sent Aurora stumbling and falling into the turnbuckle. Artemis ran into the opposing turnbuckle, came back, and went for a leaping elbow but Aurora ducked down under the collision. Perfect timing led to the perfect counter as Aurora went old school with a reverse Atomic Drop. Once Artemis backed up, Aurora brought her down with a spinning heel kick.
As Artemis tried to scramble to her feet, Aurora met her with kicks to keep her down. With steady ring manipulation, Aurora was able to capture the rodent that Artemis was at the moment. The crowd was on their feet for a Ghostly Kiss DDT but Artemis tucked her leg to the inside, a move that kept her from receiving it in their HELL encounter. Aurora smiled as she took Artemis off her feet and planted her with a ring rocking Pumphandle Slam. Keeping Artemis down for once, Aurora went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
It must have been instinct but Artemis’ kickout converted into a grounded choke. Artemis spun on the mat, inhibiting the traits of an alligator. Aurora reached her leg out before Artemis got to work.
CERES BENTON: “There are no rope breaks!”
JIN FUMEI: “Ceres, Aurora’s a veteran, she knows what she is doing.”
DAVE: “But staying in that choke is like watching an alligator getting ready to eat. That’s creepy as hell.”
Aurora hooked her leg around the ropes to be able to get the other one over it. Soon enough, she forced herself to slide across the ring until she was able to use the ropes to her advantage. Aurora began to climb the ropes but Artemis’ weight was dragging her back down. Yet, a reverse DDT drop did the trick and broke the hold. Artemis held the back of her head as Aurora regained the air that she couldn’t take in. Artemis began to roll to attempt to stand but Aurora hit a low dropkick to put her on her back. Aurora began to climb the top rope, waiting for Artemis to come to a standing position. When the Last Empress did, Aurora took flight and sent her careening across the mat with a missile dropkick.
Aurora went forward, picking Artemis up, knowing she had a chance waiting to be taken. She pulled Artemis up and went for the To-Be-Named DDT (Evenflow DDT) but Artemis tore herself away as Aurora hit the mat. With enough space, Artemis came up and down with a double foot stomp to Aurora’s chest but Aurora moved out of the way, getting to a standing position. As she came back, Artemis shoved her back, causing Aurora to give her a questionable look. Aurora shoved her back, which got the crowd rocking.
DAVE: “Ah, yes, it’s time.”
The pleasantries were over. Artemis and Aurora locked up again, throwing petty punches at one another until Artemis was able to push Aurora to the ropes. She held her there for a moment, trying to force her hands into her face. Aurora continuously averted her attempts but Artemis began to back off for the clean break.
As always, nothing’s ever that nice.
STOCKTON SLAP!
DAVE: “That’s the loudest I think I’ve ever heard it.”
Aurora’s head whipped to the side while Artemis took a step back, raising her arms high into the air. When Aurora turned her head back, she didn’t lash out. Her eyes were daggers, cutting at Artemis, whose egotism was an infallible armor. Artemis threw out another slap, striking her again before Aurora got off the ropes entirely. Her and Artemis stood in front of one another, Artemis laying into her with her wonderfully derisive language. As Artemis went for another Stockton Slap, that is when Aurora decided to reply. She did so in a way that made the crowd flinch.
A clean headbutt.
Artemis crumbled, falling to her knees while gritting her teeth. Aurora didn’t seem to mind the pain coursing through the Last Empress’ body as she kicked her over with a stiff boot. Artemis tried to retaliate but a bicycle kick sent her back down to the mat. When Artemis got up, Aurora met her rising with a toe kick, followed by an axe handle to the back. Artemis wouldn’t fall, imploring consecutive axe handles until she had no choice but to bend to Aurora’s wants. Aurora ran off the ropes and brought Artemis’ head into the mat with a one-handled bulldog.
With Artemis more delirious, Aurora picked her up and smacked her across the face with a full-fledged smack. Aurora grabbed hold of Artemis’ head, holding her there.
AURORA: “Your shit isn’t going to fly tonight.”
Aurora then sent Artemis into the ropes, while she went off the ones opposite. Picking up speed, Aurora threw herself into a beautiful spear, sending Artemis crashing and writing into the mat. She pulled her over and went for the cover. To ensure her safety, Aurora crossed Artemis’ arms over one another.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora responded to the kickout with a smack to Artemis’ face. It was admittedly petty but Aurora did it again as Artemis began to climb to her feet. Artemis threw out a few punches but Aurora’s head weaved from them with snappy energy. When she threw out some slaps, Artemis ducked down and moved back towards the ropes. Aurora encroached on her position, forcing Artemis to keep backpedaling under pressure. Aurora moved forward, pushing Artemis onto the ropes. Artemis reversed a forearm attempt and ran off the ropes, coming back for a big boot, but Aurora sent her over the top rope. Artemis hung on but Aurora had other plans for her. When Artemis turned around, the side of her head was forced down into the ring apron by a heavy high kick. Artemis fell to the outside, holding her head, and Aurora followed.
CERES BENTON: “Aurora’s in the driver seat and we’re starting to see that malice underneath coming out.”
Aurora went over to the ring apron, pulling it up to grab onto something immediately there. The first weapon of the night was a kendo stick, but Aurora dug out a steel chair, a pipe, and a fire extinguisher. She didn’t seem to enjoy any of them until she found a barbed wire 2x4. She gave it a long look before she gazed at Artemis from behind the wire with a cute, but malicious smile spreading across her lips.
JIN FUMEI: “That’s not a comforting look.”
DAVE: “Speak for yourself. It’s doing wonders for me.”
Dual wielding the 2x4 and the kendo stick, Aurora stalked Artemis, who was using the barricade to get up. Aurora first struck Artemis in the lower back with the kendo stick. When Artemis arched her back, Aurora reached over and snapped the barbed wire onto her head. Artemis yelled out, trying to pry it away but Aurora merely shushed her as she started to grate it against her head. Blood began to pour down Artemis’ head as Aurora took her time mutilating her flesh. Aurora grabbed onto Artemis’ hair, dragging her back towards the ring. She sent her inside and went to collect the other objects around the ring. Once they were all in, that’s when Aurora re-entered the ring. Artemis rushed at her, battering her with rights and lefts but a shot to the gut from the 2x4 stopped her comeback attempt. Slumping over, Artemis didn’t know the exact thought that coursed through Aurora’s head.
Aurora reached over and grabbed onto the end of Artemis’ sports bra. She pulled it back with a curious look.
CERES BENTON: “Is she going to bra snap her?”
DAVE: “That’d be the most painful thing she has done all match if she does.”
Unfortunately for Dave, that was not the case. Instead, Aurora shoved the 2x4 up the back of Artemis’ bra, scrapping her back with the object. The crowd began to reel from it but they looked on with intrigue because Aurora’s face told the story.
She wasn’t done yet.
Picking up Artemis with some dangerous strength, Aurora planted her enemy hard into the mat with a pumphandle slam--
SNAP!
CERES BENTON: “HOLY SHIT!”
JIN FUMEI: “OH MY GOD!”
DAVE: “FUCK THE BRA SNAP; THAT’S SO MUCH BETTER!”
The 2x4 exploded into pieces underneath the clothing. Artemis’ whole body went rigid, her eyes wide with shock and anguish, and a fractured scream ripping out of her body. She clenched her fists, trying to redirect the pain of barbed wire forced into her back, along with fragments of wood, but it was to no avail. She panted in pain but Aurora saw an opportunity. She brought Artemis to her feet and in clean succession hit the Carpathian Cross (Unprettier)! Flipping Artemis over, she hooked the leg while the crowd chanted the ye ol’ song of violence.
”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
JIN FUMEI: “NO WAY! THAT WAS THREE!”
DAVE: “Jin, let me tell you something. That little wolverine there runs on hate and fury. That was the most pain I’ve ever seen her in, but that’s not it!”
CERES BENTON: “Then what will it be?!”
DAVE: “You both will find out soon.”
A bloodstain formed under Artemis while Aurora backed off. She stepped into the corner, waiting for Artemis to get to a standing position. When Artemis did, Aurora saw her target line up. Sophie El, in the crowd, clenched her hands together.
Hitting a pirouette, Aurora threw up her leg for Sophie’s Split the Sky (Discus Big Boot)!
But Artemis collapsed back to the mat before the impact came. Aurora stumbled forward but looked back at Artemis’ fallen body. A momentary blip of disappointment came onto her face as she walked over to Artemis. When she did, Artemis’ hand shot up and clutched onto her boot. Aurora looked down at her, tilting her head, nary an emotion besides the coldness that she brought with her. She reached down, pulling Artemis up. She tucked her into her grip, spun her body back, and looked to the corner. Aurora then looked back down to Artemis, stroking her face for a moment before heading towards the turnbuckle.
CERES BENTON: “Ghostly Kiss DDT?”
Artemis suddenly sparked to life and shoved Aurora into the turnbuckle. Without any pause, Artemis connected with an elbow to the back of Aurora’s head. Like the wolverine she had been compared to, Artemis unleashed a flurry of elbow strikes before a round of kicks to Aurora’s spine. Aurora slumped against the corner and Artemis took off for the opposing turnbuckle. She made sure not to hit her back on it on her way back, but she came back with a knee strike to the back of Aurora’s head. The hang time she got let her land over the top rope. In a quick motion, she picked up a chair and came back into the ring. Aurora slid down to the bottom turnbuckle, but as she tried to get up, the end of the Hate Parade came with the sound of steel. Artemis hit a low dropkick to the back of Aurora’s head, driving the steel chair against it. Aurora’s head bounced off the bottom turnbuckle.
DAVE: “I’ve always loved Artemis’ creativity.”
CERES BENTON: “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?”
DAVE: “This must be your first deathmatch, huh?”
Artemis dragged Aurora out of the corner and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Artemis fell off Aurora, dragging her nails down her face, leaving small cuts. She glared at Ollie Summers, who told her that it was just a two count. Artemis bared her teeth and grabbed Aurora by the arm. She brought her up and began to shoot kick Aurora against the jaw. On one stop, Artemis slid her hand across her face, taking some blood from there and smacked Aurora across the face with the hand. Aurora came back to life, getting to her feet. She tried for an open-handed slap but Artemis caught her first and replied with her own slap.
When Aurora put up a weakened guard to protect her face, Artemis went low with a hard crack to her stomach. When Aurora went to guard there, Artemis went back to her face. At a startling speed with a horrendous chorus of beaten flesh behind it, Artemis unleashed a hateful barrage of strikes until Aurora couldn’t defend herself actively anymore. Even beyond that, Artemis continued her barrage.
CERES BENTON: “Ollie, stop it! She’s going to beat her to death standing!”
JIN FUMEI: “So...so fast!”
Artemis answered Ceres’ prayers for her with a First Crusade to cap off her barrage, crashing Aurora into the mat. She fell on top of her with a pained smile on her face.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Artemis looked down at her hands, screaming out her frustration. Abandoning Aurora, Artemis reached underneath the ring, taking out a table to the elation of the fans. For some fans, it was the glass table she fished out that garnered more cheers. Yet, to some, perhaps historians, Artemis found exactly what she was looking for. With the expression of a child finding their favorite toy after months of searching, Artemis held in front of her face...
Her faithful crowbar.
She stood out for a moment, forced to acknowledge the searing pain in her back. Her eyes wandered up towards the audience, where she eyed Ashlyn de Luca, waving the crowbar at her. Ashlyn seemed a little less excited than she was earlier but she kept her cool. Artemis re-entered the ring, fishing out pieces of bloodstained wood before bashing the crowbar against the ring mat. Aurora was already getting back to her feet and Artemis merely patted the back of her head with the crowbar before rearing it up.
Aurora responded by grabbing onto the crowbar. Artemis tried to force herself away but Aurora followed her up to a standing position.
Then suddenly Artemis let out a scream of pain.
DAVE: “Wait, what kind of match is this?”
JIN FUMEI: “I wish I could tell you.”
CERES BENTON: “YOU GUYS ARE HAVING QUITE A CALM REACTION TO THE FACT THAT AURORA JUST TOOK A BITE OUT OF ARTEMIS’ NECK!”
Aurora shoved Artemis to the mat, who began to convulse as she held her neck. Blood was leaking from there and Aurora spat out what seemed to be a small bit of flesh and blood onto Artemis. Artemis recoiled at it and rolled out the ring. Aurora left the ring herself and picked up something off the ground. While Artemis had gotten her trusted crowbar, Aurora twirled her bat, Black Betty, and took aim. As Artemis got to her feet, the bat met her stomach, doubling her over in pain. Aurora took her by the hair and lifted her, aiming for her head next.
Winding up the homerun, Aurora swung.
CERES BENTON: “I can’t watch!”
As Ceres covered her eyes, Artemis’ eye twitched as she suffered through back pain to use a Matrix Dodge. Aurora’s eyes temporarily widened in surprise. Before she could pull back, Artemis whipped back around with an angry roar and punched Aurora directly in the throat. Aurora gagged loudly, her breathing being cut short by the sudden blow. Artemis followed up with two destructive punches, rocking side to side with a Dempsey Roll before sending Aurora falling back with the Hand of God (Superman Punch)! The Mistress of the DDT hit into the announcer’s table while Artemis fell into the ring apron.
When Aurora rallied back, Artemis flung her bat at her. Aurora managed to put up a quick guard, taking the brunt of the toss against her arms. Yet, when the arms came down, Artemis struck again.
CLANG!
CERES BENTON: “That was metal, not wood!”
JIN FUMEI: “Artemis’ ruthless, I swear!”
Aurora crumbled to the ground as Artemis brought down the full force of a steel chair against her head. Seeing Aurora unresponsive, Artemis knew she didn’t have time to waste. She pushed Aurora onto the announcer’s table and climbed onto the top rope.
DAVE: “Everybody, move! We’re about to lose a table!”
Clutching the chair to her chest, Artemis came down from the top with a press, smashing Aurora’s head with the chair while crashing both of their bodies through the table. The crowd exploded into cheers as the two competitors sprawled out in their ruin. The commentators had abandoned ship, clinging to the barricade for safety. Aurora didn’t move an inch while Artemis rolled onto the mat, forcing herself onto her stomach.
Crawling towards the ring apron, Artemis gritted her teeth, blood flowing from many cuts and wounds on her body. Each step came with a convulsion until she was on her feet again. When she looked back at Aurora, she saw how she was clutching her throat while her face bore a crimson mask. Artemis stood there for a moment before she began to smile widely, even cackle.
DAVE: “I’ve seen this mess before. In her matches against Izzy Anders and Andreas Lasiewicz, she’ll get this glint in her eye. It’s some kind of madness. This is bad.”
CERES BENTON: “What kind of demonic bullshit?”
Artemis walked over to the table, particularly the glass table. As she picked it up, she checked on Aurora, who was softly taking the blood from out of her eyes. Her blond hair was stained with blood and her breathing was slow. Artemis scoffed and pushed the table into the ring. Setting it up was easy enough and Artemis casually left the ring to check on Aurora. As she approached her, she rubbed her with a boot. Aurora smacked Artemis’ leg away weakly and Artemis dropped her knees against her chest, snickering. From there, she dragged Aurora up and into the ring. Against Aurora’s resistance, Artemis pushed her on the glass table, dropping an elbow against her nose. Aurora writhed in pain, unknowing that Artemis was climbing the top rope.
CERES BENTON: “What is she doing?”
Artemis gathered strength and energy, standing up on the top.
JIN FUMEI: “An elbow drop?”
Artemis prepared to leap off---
BUT AURORA SPRUNG OFF THE TABLE AND HIT ARTEMIS IN THE GUT WITH A PIPE!
DAVE: “Artemis didn’t catch the pipe in the ring!”
Aurora ditched the pipe and took a deep breath, pulling through the reserved energy she had left. She picked Artemis up and put her back on the top turnbuckle before climbing herself. There was a moment of silence before Aurora decided to go through with what she needed to.
REVERSAL OF FORTUNE (POISONED HURRICANRANA) THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!
The whole table broke into a dozen pieces, forcing Ollie Summers to take herself out of the ring to avoid anything. Aurora and Artemis laid in the center of the destruction. Aurora’s body quaked with pain as it forced its way through her system. Artemis, on the other hand, was writhing on the mat, tossing herself around, unable to find a safe place to even think about taking the glass out. In an act of self-perseverance, Artemis fell out of the ring. As she laid there, she ripped out a shard of glass in her upper arm. The nearby fans recoiled while the camera panned around the arena.
”THEY’RE DEAD! THEY’RE DEAD! THEY’RE DEAD!”
Ella, Sophie, and Ashlyn de Luca had forced their way down closer to the action. Kyra and Scarlet rounded the front row area to get to a closer spot. Aurora, on the inside of the ring, used the ropes to pick herself up, bits of glass falling off her body, leaving small nicks and wounds all over. She looked down and took out a smaller shard from the back of her thigh. Yet, her eyes still remained cold, ruthless, and in thought. She searched around the perimeter of the ring until she found what she was looking for. Fighting her legs’ want to give up, she left the ring to retrieve the wooden table left in all the carnage. She set it up and searched the now mostly barren underside for the final weapon left.
Lighter fluid.
The audience who was still wanting more carnage cheered loudly as Aurora dumped the contents on the table. Reaching into her bra, she took out a match and struck off her teeth.
DAVE: “This crazy bitch kept a match in her bra? HAHAHAHA!”
CERES BENTON: “She was planning this the whole time…”
JIN FUMEI: “Have you not noticed at any point in this match had she not stopped searching for ways to hurt Artemis? No, she was thinking of every horrific way she could punish her, give her what she wanted.”
As the table went ablaze, Aurora gazed in the flames. Her bright eyes, behind the mask of blood, seemed to contemplate something internally before she returned back to her mission. Artemis was leaned against the other side’s apron. Aurora walked around, still maintaining a graceful strut, despite the amount of blood that was on her body and leaving it. Artemis was worse for wear, sliding down the barricade but putting up a hand as a guard. Aurora grabbed onto Artemis’ hand, taking notice of why it was the only one to come up. Tilting her head again and letting a grin appear on her face, Aurora reached out and dug her fingers into bicep wound. Artemis didn’t scream, instead choosing to bite her lip.
Artemis bent her head back and threw out a headbutt but Aurora reached around her. One hand on the neck and the other on the arm, Aurora hard whipped Artemis towards the stairs. Artemis stopped herself on them, climbing them. Though she fell over them and landed into the ground. She crawled away while Aurora stalked her. Artemis dragged herself away but soon Aurora caught up. She pressed her foot on the back of Artemis’ knee, keeping her there. She let off to allow Artemis to turn to face her.
But the reaction that Aurora met wasn’t...expected.
DAVE: “What?”
CERES BENTON: “...oh my god.”
Artemis was shaking, her hands up in guard, but her eyes had lost their killer glint. Instead, there was only an unsteady glance.
Artemis Kaiser was scared.
JIN FUMEI: “The Last Empress...oh gosh, Aurora--”
Aurora reached down and grabbed onto Artemis’ head, taking a fistful of hair. Without any care for the expression she got, Aurora began to punch Artemis repeatedly. The beating was relentless, encouraging Ollie Summers to get close. But when she did, Aurora stopped and kept dragging Artemis towards the table. Artemis kicked against the ground, trying to get to her feet, but it was to no avail. Aurora scaled the ring apron, looking as if she was going to simply shove Artemis’ face into the open flame.
Desperation showed its face again as Artemis reached up and bit into Aurora’s forearm. Aurora’s killer gaze broke as one eye closed in pain. Artemis then threw her fist into Aurora’s gut before climbing onto the ring apron. Aurora tried to rally back but Artemis went upward with a roundhouse kick. Aurora fell into her grip and Artemis threw all caution into the wind.
HOLY GOLD (DEATH VALLEY DRIVER) THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!
Unlike the glass table, Artemis avoided any damage except for her back striking the ground. Artemis threw her head back, yelling in pain again. Aurora rolled onto the ground, trying to prevent herself from being set fully ablaze. Artemis quickly grabbed her and sent her into the ring, forcing Aurora to roll across the glass. Artemis entered the ring and threw herself onto Aurora for the cover. Ollie Summers carefully made her way, moving some of the glass out of the way to count the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE---
KICKOUT!
Artemis glared down at Aurora, a hint of the killer instinct reappearing in her eyes. She left the ring, searching around for what she needed. Once she did, Artemis presented her finding.
The barbed wire remains of the 2x4.
CERES BENTON: “What? Does she want to keep it as a souvenir or something?”
DAVE: “No, she has some crazy shit planned!”
JIN FUMEI: “She needs to get back to the ring. Aurora’s getting up.”
Artemis had her back turned to Aurora, lifting herself using the ropes and turnbuckle. Artemis hit the ring again, not knowing exactly what awaited her. As Artemis came at Aurora, the Mistress of the DDT exploded out with Pushin’ Up Daisies (Superkick)! Artemis fell backward into the glass, dropping the barbed wire. Aurora struggled to do so but she immediately climbed the top rope. Artemis, in the heat of the moment, fought to her feet through peer adrenaline.
Aurora waited for her to turn around before taking a breath. Ella closed her eyes, burying her head into her clasped hands. Tiffany and Ashley looked on in horrified wonder. Arkia was praying, loud enough for the people around her to hear. TJ held onto his sleeve. Nina was consoling Sophie, who was in hysterics at this point. Even Andreas had a look of worry on his face, breaking the stoic composure.
But Maribel von Licht looked on with an expectant smile.
Aurora took off for the Ruger Special (Shooting Star Press DDT) but as she completed the arc, she had a glimpse of the killer intent in Artemis’ eyes.
DAVE: “WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE--”
CERES BENTON: “I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE!”
JIN FUMEI: “WE NEED MEDICAL STAFF DOWN HERE!”
The crowd was in utter chaos, EMTs were starting to rush out, Ollie Summers was laid out on the floor. The poor referee had gone through a lot through this single match.
In Aurora’s single second of hesitation, Artemis found the window.
DAVE: “DEATH DEALER!”
Artemis caught Aurora on the way down with her father’s finisher, the Death Dealer (Lariat)! Aurora crashed into the glass blanketed mat. Artemis, meanwhile, picked up the barbed wire and coiled it around her arm. With a sickening expression on her face, Artemis picked Aurora up and flung her into the ripcord--with barbed wire ripping through her own skin--
THE SECOND CRUSADE (RIPCORD ELBOW) EXPLODES!
Aurora, once again, smashed into the mat. Artemis fell on top of her. Ollie was hesitant to count but she knew her job.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
The bell rung and there was only silence. Fans were horrified. In the crippling silence, Artemis managed to get to her hands and knees. She hovered over Aurora for a moment before throwing herself to her feet. She looked towards the crowd and put up the arm wrapped in barbed wire that dripped with both hers and Aurora’s blood.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here’s...oh--here’s your winner...Artemis...ARTEMIS KAISER!”
Artemis could only stand for that while longer before she collapsed. EMTs rushed the ring as the crowd began a split reaction. There were fans who were in total shock. The barbaric hedonists all cheered loudly alongside their enthusiasts who simply marveled at the spectacle. There were boos for the conclusion. Finally, there was the reaction of the special guests.
Ella and Sophie had stormed off under their different, emotional pretenses. Nina looked into the center of the ring, a belligerent look on her face. Arkia shared the expression but TJ kept her calm, knowing that there was only so much they could do. Kyra was fighting to get into the ring but security kept her away. Maribel clapped, her serene expression having not faltered at all throughout the bloody exhibition. Ashlyn was in the same vein as Kyra, potentially just concerned with the well-being of both competitors.
The commentators didn’t say anything. Even Dave couldn’t muster up the words to speak.
This left the broadcast in a hollow state as it came to a close.
WINNER: Artemis Kaiser via Pinfall (Second Crusade - 54:51)
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
