Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 16, 2018 18:40:06 GMT -5
PRO WRESTLING NEO - VOLUME II LIVE FROM THE KEYARENA IN SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
The opening shot showed a nice close up of the Pro Wrestling NEO was the commentary table. Ceres Benton smiled at the camera before she opened her file-folder full of notes. Jin Fumei sipped on a BANG energy drink. He gave a begrudging nod. And of course, there was Elizabeth LeSage. This time, her food had been delivered properly and on time. A succulent Subway Steak and Cheese sandwich rested on the table in front of her. She grabbed ahold of it and prepared to take a bite as the camera focused in on Ceres. But just as Ceres parted her lips, the camera feed cut backstage. Specifically, it cut to Audrey Valentines’ office.
AUDREY VALENTINE: “It’s me baby!”
A smirk formed as Audrey leaned back in her leather chair and tossed her legs up. Her driving loafers landed comfortably on her desk. She was also twirling a black Louisville Slugger in her right hand.
AUDREY VALENTINE:“Before the festivities begin for the evening, I have a couple of words to say. Gather around! Gather around!”
She let out a short laugh.
AUDREY VALENTINE: “Tonight is the second installment of the Heaven or Hell Tournament series! I’m getting a big kick watching all the little kumquats jump and bump about. It’s just so enthralling!”
Audrey’s left hand rose up. Her index finger extended and waved.
AUDREY VALENTINE: “But don’t let all the excitement and fun times get to your heads. Because in case you haven’t figured it out yet, this tournament is also a test. A dual-part test, really. Hayato and I are analyzing your wrestling abilities…”
She snapped her fingers.
AUDREY VALENTINE: “And your personal character!”
That twirling came to an end. Audrey slammed the bat on the desk. That sound of wood colliding with stiff metal was almost deafening.
AUDREY VALENTINE: “Will you risk becoming the laughing stock of your peers and millions of fans, all for the sake of your moral compass? Or will you crunch that compass and get down and dirty in the trenches?”
She giggled.
AUDREY VALENTINE: “It’s all so exhilarating. I can’t wait to see what happens!”
Audrey lifted both of her arms and clasped her hands behind her head.
AUDREY VALENTINE:“And so ends my announcements! Have a great night! And remember to fight like your career is on the line! Hehehe!”
The video feed cut back the commentary table.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m guessing this is going to be a regular occurrence.”
Ceres shuffled a few papers and tried to redirect the conversation.
CERES BENTON: “Maybe so. But as Ms. Valentine alluded to, it’s shaping up to be an awesome night of wrestling.”
Ceres glanced at her notes before she eagerly nodded.
CERES BENTON:“In just a few short moments, Evan Envi and DeMarcus Gresham will clash. You’ll also see Blaise Fader versus HENNY. And our main event? Kyra McKnight will go up against Nina Stokes. It’s the first time that they’ve battled in the ring.”
Elizabeth swallowed another bite of her sandwich before she lifted her head up.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Nerd!”
Ceres could only shake her head and sigh.
CERES BENTON: “Let's...let's just get on with the show.”
OPENER HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE "PRIDE AND ENVI"
DeMarcus Gresham vs. Evan Envi (GUEST)
The lights dim until full darkness…
“They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves”
“Form Follows Function” by Lupe Fiasco begins to play. At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted’ along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down, he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward.
ERIN LAMBERT: "Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6” - 257 pounds of Enlightenment. Your beacon. Your epicenter. Your Gift. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DEMARCUUUUUUS GRESHAAAAAAM!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Sweet Christmas, look at those biceps.”
CERES BENTON: “DeMarcus Gresham, a former 4CW Ignition Champion, is known by many to be one of the smartest men in wrestling. His constant striving for the enlightenment of others through his accomplishments are well documented. His resume of people he has gone against and pulled out victories has made him a favorite among some for this tournament.”
JIN FUMEI: “But his whole journey has met some hiccups, due to some horrendous losses. He can bounce back but will his ego follow?”
In every step, the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down, he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively.
He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him.
The frantic opening to “Can You Feel It?” hits the PA system to a deafening chorus of boos from the audience. As purple-colored strobes flicker throughout the darkened arena, Evan Envi walks through the curtains toward the top of the ramp. He pauses, looking out among the audience before casually making his way toward the ring, a look of disgust crossing his face as he endures the jeers. He pauses just once at the top of the ramp, looking out around the venue once more, as if taking it in.
ERIN LAMBERT: “And his opponent…from Ocean City, Maryland…weighing in at 203 pounds…He is the Chief…EVAN ENVIIIIII!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m glad we got Evan to compete here.”
JIN FUMEI:“I agree with you. A Wrestler of the Year candidate like him deserves the opportunity. I’m just sad that he wasn’t able to bring the rest of Camp Envi with him.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE:“Nah, his theme song just slaps.”
Finally, as Envi walks up the steel steps and onto the apron, the lights slowly return to normal. Envi climbs the ropes like a staircase, raising the double “V” fingers into the air as he pauses on the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring, fingers still raised above his head as he marches toward the far set of ropes, looking out into the audience with disdain, muttering something beneath his breath as his music fades and his arms lower to his side.
DING! DING!
The ring bell left the crowd’s noise to fill the silence and the audio feed. As DeMarcus sauntered around the ring, testing the ropes, Envi merely watched them. Yet, it was a matter of keeping his calm to the former FGA World Champion. While he continued to stand, trying to look a certain level of professional, it was what the crowd was saying that kept disturbing that peace.
Envi eventually began to crack, especially when DeMarcus led the chorus, getting a small round of cheers out of the audience. No longer having the patience, Envi gave the crowd a dismissive look and approached the center for the beginning of the match. He patted on his chest for DeMarcus to give him a show of his strength. DeMarcus came forward, popping his pectorals—to the buzz of the single attendants out there—and he asked Envi if he was sure. Envi replied by coming off the ropes with an attempt at a shoulder tackle. DeMarcus didn’t budge, and he commended Envi for trying.
Envi nodded, telling his opponent that it was his turn. DeMarcus agreed, hitting the ropes and coming back to Envi. When they collided, it was more than Envi spun out of the way, letting DeMarcus hit only air. Envi tapped the side of his side, saying that he was the enlightened one but unfortunately, DeMarcus wasn’t a freight train. He knew how to stop, and he knew what he had to do. Grabbing Envi by the shoulder, DeMarcus turned the man around and brought him down with a hellacious lariat.
CERES BENTON:“Christ!”
Envi tried to roll out of the ring but DeMarcus grabbed him the leg and dragged him back into the ring. Whipping Envi’s body back, it set DeMarcus up perfectly to pick him up with a deadlift Gutwrench. He transitioned the hold into a suplex and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
DeMarcus brought Envi back to his feet and back down with a backbreaker but he began to wrench the hold. Envi’s back began to arch over the knee until he was howling out in pain. DeMarcus seemed irritated by the sound and picked Envi up, using a biel throw to create distance. Envi gathered him on the turnbuckle, beckoning the referee over. Matvey Morozov came over, asking Envi what was wrong. Envi proceeded to check his eyelid, saying that there has been an eyelash bothering him for the whole night. Morozov looked at it for a moment while the crowd sat…disgruntled with the sight.
CERES BENTON: “He says that he got an eyelash in there.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “He’ll be alright. Maybe if he cries, DeMarcus won’t try to break his back?”
DeMarcus tried to infringe on the interaction, the obstruction, in the corner but Envi called on Morozov to fend DeMarcus off. The referee, playing it fair, backed up to command the match flow. He asked both competitors if they were ready. Before DeMarcus could answer, Envi jumped at him, striking him down with a Running European Uppercut. He began to rain down forearms to DeMarcus’ head until Morozov pulled him off.
Envi acted shocked, putting his hands up. Morozov pressed him about waiting for his call but Envi protested that he just saw DeMarcus try to come at him. DeMarcus began to stir and Morozov backed away, telling Envi to watch it. Envi went back on the attack, stomping on DeMarcus, preventing his recovery.
He drubbed DeMarcus’ head with his boot before he began to crane DeMarcus’ leg back into a Single Leg Boston Crab. He continued his mocking actions by kicking DeMarcus in the back of the head before settling his knee on the back of his skull. He lifted one arm to flex, getting the fans’ enmity. DeMarcus caught the bottom rope, forcing the clean break. As Envi got up, he merely dropped a back elbow onto DeMarcus’ leg for good measure. Morozov told him to back away, which Envi obliged with his hands up.
However, he was back on DeMarcus as he got the ready signal. He hit DeMarcus with a big boot, sending him over the top rope and onto the apron. Seeing this, Envi tried to follow up with another big boot but DeMarcus caught his foot. He dragged Envi over the top rope, hanging him there before he took a few steps back.
JIN FUMEI:“This doesn’t look favorable for the Chief.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “This ain’t it, Chief.”
DeMarcus came charging back in, catching Envi across the head with Determination (Yakuza Kick). Envi crashed into the mat, rolling back as DeMarcus re-entered the ring. He grabbed Envi on the way up and tucked him into a painful Vertebreaker! Envi bounced off the mat and DeMarcus went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
CERES BENTON: “I thought that was it! The unorthodox set up for Determination followed by that Vertebreaker looked like the end!”
JIN FUMEI: “That’s the wherewithal of a former world champion. You can’t stop that easily.”
Envi was rocked in whatever definition of the term, letting DeMarcus bring him up to his feet. He shoved Envi back into the ropes while he backed in the opposing ones. When he came back, he planted Envi with a spear, knocking all the air out of the former FGA World Champion’s body. Envi audibly wheezed as DeMarcus got to his feet, beckoning him to get up.
Once Envi was on his feet, he was off the ground as DeMarcus planted him with Black Diamond (Spinebuster). Sprawled out on the mat, Envi was easy pickings for DeMarcus to pick off the mat. Yet, as he did, Envi hooked his arm around the ropes, preventing DeMarcus from dragging him away. It took some effort but DeMarcus was able to pry him away. Envi regained enough energy to throw his elbow back and it caught DeMarcus in the throat. Envi launched him at the turnbuckle, hugging onto it for safety from the much stronger man stumbling across the mat.
When DeMarcus recovered, he came running at Envi, who had slumped in the corner from his view. When he got close, Envi evaded out of the way, taking down the turnbuckle pad. DeMarcus went chest first into the unprotected steel and fell to the mat. Envi, seeing this, handed the turnbuckle pad to Morozov, telling him that it was just an accident. Yet, DeMarcus began to stir, leading to Envi getting up with a smirk on his face behind the back of the trusting referee.
CERES BENTON: “Wait, how the hell did that happen?”
JIN FUMEI: “If your eyes were open, you might have seen it. Were you distracted by Mr. Gresham’s good looks?”
As DeMarcus got to a perfect position, Envi came in and caught him in the chest with a soccer kick. He precisely struck where the turnbuckle steel met, knocking DeMarcus back to the mat. Envi didn’t waste time, picking up DeMarcus, who was still reeling from the full impact with the turnbuckle. With an all too telling wink to the audience, Envi planted DeMarcus with Guess Who (Inverted Headlock into Snap Backbreaker). He hooked the leg after.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament…EVAN ENVI!”
CERES BENTON: “I get it now. The jackass took down the turnbuckle pad and waited like the rat he is.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “More of a possum but go off, I guess.”
JIN FUMEI: “No one ever said that you had to fight hard, Mr. Kageyama said to advance by any means necessary and that is what the Chief did. I wish Mr. Gresham luck in his future matches.” Envi celebrated in the ring with his arm up, patting himself on the back. He watched as Morozov put back on the turnbuckle pad, telling him from afar that it was just a mistake. DeMarcus laid on the outside, holding his chest with an agitated look on his face. Envi shot him a glance and rubbed his chest subtly, teasing him about how he should work those pecs out a little more.
WINNER:Evan Envi via Pinfall (Guess Who - 11:02)
We’re backstage and with the first match done, the atmosphere backstage only seems to be picking up. A camera comes to rest on a figure leaning on a wall next to what appears to be a locker room door, with it only taking them a slight head lift to reveal Mr. Will Neilson in the flesh. The man who calls himself a meme seems content with leaning against the wall for the time being, glancing over to see the device recording him and flashing a little smirk before running his right hand through those long blonde locks. A further shot of the frame shows Neilson to be in his ring gear already, a leather jacket accompanying the patterned wrestling tights.
WILL NEILSON: “It’s one of these days again! Once again, not only do I get a chance to do what I love, but step inside a Pro Wrestling NEO ring. The memories from basically nearly having my whole body torn apart are still there, but as I’ve previously said before, that was THE moment people knew I wasn’t just going to be another name on the roster. That’s never something I’ve wanted to be and always been something I’ve wanted to work against and break free from. I’m prepared to sweat, bleed, whatever man… ain’t that the motto for everyone around here?”
He turns around slightly to see the empty corridor, perhaps someone walks past at one point, we don’t see them though. Nevertheless, Will turns back to the camera and makes sure his hair is in pristine condition still.
WILL NEILSON: “Different people have different goals, motivations and ambitions and mine don’t really differ from the norm. The Heaven or Hell tournament is definitely one way to achieving one of these goals, becoming a champion, and not only just a champion, but the first of many to come. You don’t always look at titles in a company, sometimes it’s just the people there. However, you can’t just ignore the prospect of holding gold can ya? There’s three championships and hell, maybe more to come, we just got three for now though and all of them could bring something new to the table. Escaping the Heaven or Hell tournament at the first stage gives me the key to chase that Pro Wrestling NEO Championship.”
Will stops leaning on the wall and stands up straight, walking forward slightly to face the frame more directly.
WILL NEILSON: “My opponent is somebody I have never faced nor seen in action before, Tomoyo Hirate. You made an impression at the last show though, eh? Kicking Christopher Kane right where it hurts in the god damn bollocks, yikes. I know it was No Nut November and all, but I’m sure there’s better ways of sorting out traditions like that. Then again, what the fuck am I even talking about? I don’t know what to think of you and I don’t know what to expect from you apart from the fact that you’ve kicked somebody in the balls, classy. You probaby don't me either, but hey, this is Will. They don't call me the Great British Meme for nothing, because if I wasn't any of those three things then I'm basically a fraud innit? I am pretty great as the nickname implies! That ain't just me hyping myself up, it's a fact. People tell me it everyday. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to chat some shit over Twitter so you're safe from my words of wisdom and the like. Guess I'll just have to show off in the ring, right? Heaven or Hell is just the beginning for me and I'm too much of a saint to fall down that road to Hell, tonight, everyone will see that I ain't just a mouth spewing out words every few seconds and that my victory at Boogie Nights wasn't just a fluke."
Sighing a little bit, Neilson steps forward one more step and looks down the opposite way right past the camera. We don’t see what he sees, but it’s enough to keep his attention for a while anyway.
WILL NEILSON: “I prefer Heaven anyway..."
Will kind of just walks into the camera, not even seeing where he’s going and starts a small jog as the camera sees when it slowly turns around. The camera then fades away elsewhere, the last image being Will warming up for his upcoming match.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 16, 2018 21:35:49 GMT -5
Knock.
The same noise was heard three times before the scene came to life. The viewer got to see the ruin of what once was a beautiful church. Here and there colourful windows still were intact. A huge cross was focused in the background.
Knock.
Another time. Almost in slow motion Deirdre Evans stepped into the picture, a huge book pressed against her chest. She was taking her place behind a broken altar, her expression stoic. Cold even.
DEIRDRE EVANS: “What is that you want? What you desire the most in this world? If you ask that question to ten different people, chances are big you get ten different answers. But this is the wrestling circus which means the element of surprise is a rarity. So I might have to be a bit more exact, right? What do you desire most Sophie El? Gold? Fame? Stepping out of the shadows that your family throws?”
Deirdre was running her fingertips slowly over the fabric of that old leather bound book. It obviously had seen better time, nonetheless she treated it with care. Almost gentle. Her sparkling, green eyes focused on some antic symbols.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”It can be a burden and yet it probably is a gift. I will not pretend that I know you, Sophie, but you can’t either when it comes to me. You see only what I allow the world to see, which means fragments of the truth. But I know you are a clever girl. You can figure out the riddle that surround Deirdre Evans. Question is though: Is there enough time? The world is made of more than Gods and Monsters. There is not only black and white. There are those that move safely in the darkness, never missing a step. Take a closer look, leughadh. I dare you to.”
In a slow manner she opened the book and took a closer look. There were more strange symbols, written by hand. A crooked smile spreading on her face.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”Maybe you look at me and see this odd creature. The curvy girl that talks in riddles and lingers in the dark corner. And maybe, just maybe, you are not so wrong with that thought. But do you see the wrestler? The warrior? The valkyrie? PRO WRESTLING NEO obviously sees the full package. The potential that has been wasted for so many years. I am the Indy Queen for a reason. I have traveled the world for so long. Wrestling in the smallest places to entertain a crowd. But there is nothing small about me, darling. I signed this contract to do big things. Unfortunately you are the first person in the way. The first light that I will have to blow out.”
She licked over her lips.
DEIRDRE EVANS: ”So don’t be fooled, Sophie El. I don’t take you lightly at all. I am aware what you are capable of, but that doesn’t slow me down. Heaven or Hell. Light or Darkness. Victory or Defeat. Or if we wanna be rather dramatic: All or nothing. That is what it all comes down to. Are you ready? Is your friend ready? I am what they call a force of nature and believe me when I say this: You ain’t seen nothing yet. Bet on it.”
For a moment she looked directly into the camera while that awkward smile was still plastered all over her face. When she closed the book the scene faded to black.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE "HALLOWEEN WAS LAST MONTH"
Deirdre Evans vs. Sophie El w/ Fran
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, leaving the crowd in a fearful stupor.
The silence of darkness breaks as “Blood, Tears, Dust” by Lacuna Coil kicks up. The cybernetic introduction causes a sequence of rapid colors to flash over the arena. The thrashing guitar follows in, bringing a single spotlight onto the stage. A coffin lays there and the lid comes open in an ethereal manner, creaking open. Smoke begins to flood out of the interior, which draws the camera in as if it was allured by some supernatural presence. Hands reach onto the opposing sides.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Ladies and gentlemen...allow me to introduce to you...hailing from Kirkwall, Scotland...you may know her as Madame Bizarre…”
♪ Three nights of hell Immortality to spell Light up the sky Make it through the darkness ♪
The spotlight turns green as Deirdre Evans lifts herself up, swinging her head forward. Her hair falls in front of her face as she ascends out of the coffin. She drags her hand through her hair, revealing her face tinted with green. She smiles partly and looks towards the crowd. Stepping out of her coffin with authority, she forces the smoke to parade around her. Deirdre approaches the entranceway and moves closer to the fans. Some retreat back, while others are enraptured by her nigh-otherworldly mystique. To one fan, she caresses their face, drawing them further into her essence before breaking away to head towards the ring.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Hi, if you’ve never been introduced to Deirdre Evans, she’s the coolest person on the roster. She got a whole Castlevania thing going on and I’m here for it.”
JIN FUMEI: “What about her wrestling?”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I asked her to lift me above her head. She did it. Easy.”
CERES BENTON: “Don’t let that be the only thing you’re amazed by. A seven-year veteran from the Scottish independent scene, Deirdre Evans has a wonderful technical moveset to compliment that raw power. However, she’s in for a match against a woman who brings the same exact energy she does.”
While the lights cycle through a rapid sort of white and green hues. Once she makes it to the end of the ramp, she turns her back to the congregation of adoring fans before lifting herself onto the ring apron. She swings her legs in and drags herself into the ring from under the bottom rope. Resting there, Deirdre grips the middle rope and brings herself up with an act of incredible flexibility. She grabs the top rope and swings her head back, taking any strand of hair from her face. The camera zeroes in on her wry smile for a moment before she heads for her corner. The lights go up as the mythical show comes to an end.
Left for ten seconds to their own mechanisms, the crowd can only communicate among themselves. Nothing happened within those ten seconds, causing fans to look among each other for answers. Without warning, all the lights in the arena die out, leaving only darkness over the audience. Lights from camera flashes illuminate the setting before a spotlight fades in. It focuses on the entrance way. The light sound of rain begins, accompanying fog seeping from underneath the stage. In a somber whisper, a voice calls out.
“The blackest night falls from the sky. The darkness grows as all light dies. She craves your hearts and your demise. By her black hand, the dead shall rise.”
Suddenly, obtuse instrumentals blast the audience. The source, “Machine Gun” by Portishead, infuses with the dreary atmosphere generating on the stage. Fog tinted by rich purple lighting starts to overwhelm the stage, but in the midst of it...a silhouette appears. Stepping out of the all-consuming fog, Sophie El hides her face behind a black veil and her body until a lacy black cloak. On her head, a crown of lilacs, a symbol of passing, offsets the funeral colors that she chooses to bear. She starts down the ramp, not giving a single look to any of the jeering audience.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing her opponent...from Paradise itself...weighing in at a 157 pounds...she is the Undying...SOPHIEEEE ELLLLLLL!”
CERES BENTON: “It’s like a whole other person is coming out. Last week, we saw the woman playing partner but tonight, we get the former HKW Hybrid Champion, and the youngest daughter of the Kaiser Dynasty. Sophie El...is fearsome. She’s freakishly strong and no one knows what lies behind those cold eyes of hers.”
JIN FUMEI: “I would guess malice.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Hunger…”
JIN FUMEI: “She’s not you--”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “No...like a hunger for destruction…”
Sophie stands at the end of the ramp, standing with her hands interlaced. She continues to the stairs, to which she robotically climbs. Once on the ring apron, she slumps on the ropes, before quickly getting into the ring. The awkward pacing of her entrance shows some sort of discourse in the mind of Sophie El. When she gets to the center of the ring, she removes the veil and the crown. As she places it away, she leans onto her corner lazily, lolling her head side to side. As the lights come back from the baptism of deep purple, Sophie’s gaze is shown. Her eyes are glossed over as if none of the world around her matters.
DING! DING!!
Sophie, ever the polite, gave Deirdre a cute curtsy to start off the match. Deirdre responded with one of her own, giggling softly to herself. Sophie’s passive expression didn’t waver as she approached Deirdre. When the two met face to face, there laid a gravity around them. The tension began to harden to the point of even Fran going silent. Deirdre and Sophie stared into one another’s eyes until they both headbutted one another.
Ceres’ observation was correct. Lines of blood crawled down both of the competitor’s foreheads, leading Ollie Summers to intervene. When she did, Deirdre and Sophie continued to stare at one another. Ollie put on gloves, looking to administer aid to either of the people in the ring. Yet, when she began to put the rubber gloves on, the two collided in a violent clash of blows. Ollie abandoned her area to get to a safe corner. The two began to beat on one another in the hockey clinch until Sophie put her knee into Deirdre’s gut and sent her into the ropes. When Deirdre came back, Sophie sent her careening across the mat with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
Deirdre got up quickly, ran forward, and sent Sophie to the mat with a Back Suplex.
Sophie got back up, waited for Deirdre to turn around, and hit her with a Double A Spinebuster!
Deirdre got to her feet, cracked Sophie in the head with a mean right hand, and brought her to the mat with a Reverse Suplex.
Sophie got up, struck Deirdre in the mouth with a stiff forearm, and brought her to the mat with a X-Plex.
Deirdre got to her feet with a roar and brought her boot across Sophie’s face. It led to her hitting a chokeslam on Sophie, rocking the mat with the slam.
Sophie got back up once again with a deranged smile growing on her face. She hit Deirdre in the head with another forearm shot before dropping her into the mat with a Death Valley Driver.
Even still, Deirdre began to stir and get to her feet. Blood running down her face gave the camera an interesting shot before she laid into Sophie with a barrage of forearms. She hit a Regalplex in the end, folding Sophie up. Sophie, despite landing on her neck, got to her feet. She came at Deirdre, who stood ready, and gave her a stiff smack across the face. Deirdre’s face whipped to the side to the crowd’s astonishment. Deirdre turned around and returned the hit, making it echo throughout the arena. Deirdre tried again but Sophie grabbed her hand. As she forced it down, she reared her arm back and pulled Deirdre into a lariat.
Deirdre didn’t go down but the pain on her face told the tale. She stood up straight, gritted her teeth, and caught Sophie in the chest with a thunderous chop that sent Sophie down to the mat. Sophie got up after a moment, grabbed Deirdre by the shoulder, and held there. She pulled her arm back and hit Deirdre with a chop, sending her back into the turnbuckle. Sophie came over and gave her another one, where the camera caught Elizabeth and that section of the audience recoiling.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Please stop. My boobs hurt and I’m flat-chested.”
CERES BENTON: “The two of them just spent a good five minutes throwing each other all over the ring.”
JIN FUMEI: “And got right back up! That’s what I love to see! Haha!”
Sophie held Deirdre in place and lit her up with another chop. Deirdre withheld the pain registering on her features and took another chop for her troubles. She got another one and that was enough. She came out the corner and cracked Sophie in the jaw with a forearm before hurling her into the turnbuckle. Her chops were just as bad but in quicker succession. Fran came over to try to tell Ollie to make a count or something but Ollie was satisfied just to watch.
Sophie reared herself back into the fight by shoving Deirdre to the mat. When Deirdre got up, Sophie took her off her feet with a spear. Deirdre held her stomach but made sure to try to get a vertical base, only for a knee to catch her under the chin. Deirdre’s body didn’t follow her head but she tried to push herself up. Sophie kicked her head with a boot but Deirdre continued to get up. Sophie waited for her since she wasn’t going down by any other means. Sophie kicked her in the gut and picked her up for Around the World (Spiral Bomb). Deirdre drove her fist down onto Sophie’s forehead, forcing her release.
When Sophie let go, she stumbled backwards, but turned around into Deirdre’s clutches. One hand on the neck and Deirdre lifted Sophie up for Broken Wings (One Handed Chokeslam) but Sophie fell to her side. She shoved Deirdre to the outside but Deirdre hung onto the ropes. As she was attempting to skin the cat, Sophie ran off the ropes.
When she came back--
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “NO, NO, NO!”
JIN FUMEI: “HELL YEAH!”
Sophie connected with the Bullrush (Spear through the 2nd Rope), targeting the recovering Deirdre, catching her in the back. They both collided into the barricade, falling into a pile of pain. The crowd was on their feet, going completely hysterical as the result was the first time they had a chance to breathe. Francesca came over, looking on in worry for her tag team partner. Ollie Summers looked out, her hands on her head, marveled by the impact. Nevertheless, she had a job to do.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Sophie began to stir, only because Francesca was encouraging her the whole time. Sophie grabbed onto Deirdre on her way up, dragging her up by her green locks. Deirdre drove her hand into Sophie’s gut, sending the Undying back a few steps. The two then took the time to collect their strength.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
The two threw themselves into the ring to the roar of the crowd. As they began to get to their feet, they threw bloodstained fists into one another. When the two got back to their feet, each blow threatened to knock the other over. Sophie connected with a huge right, summoning up enough strength to do so. Deidre fell into the ropes and tried to come back with her Jawbreaker Lariat but Sophie fell forward.
Thus came the sound of thunder.
CERES BENTON: “Red Javelin!”
The Koppu Kick landed flush and Deirdre fell to the mat. Sophie began to get to her feet, using the ropes for leverage. She looked down to see Deirdre forcing herself to move, thus eliminating the potential for a pinfall. Sophie went to the nearby corner, instead of waiting for Deirdre to get up. She signaled for her rise and began to twirl, the beautiful beginning to a violent end.
But she stopped.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Wait, look over where Fran is!”
Sophie’s and the cameras’ focus went to Francesca’s position. She was getting grabbed by a member of the audience. Taking down the hood of their jacket, it was revealed to be…
Skylynn Reed!
CERES BENTON: “It’s Skylynn Reed! She’s here and she has Francesca in her clutches!”
Skylynn gave Sophie a wave and a vile smile. Sophie went to head out of the ring but she caught a kick to the gut. Deirdre, unknowing of what was going on, only saw a vulnerable target. She lifted Sophie up and brought her down with The Other Side (Colt .45). She went for the cover immediately after while Skylynn bashed Francesca’s head into the barricade.
ONE!
Skylynn had climbed over the barricade and took a chair. Francesca was getting up and she got hit with a chair shot, knocking her out.
TWO!
Skylynn waited for the final hand to drop.
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...DEIRDREEEEE EVAAAAANS!
CERES BENTON: “Deidre doesn’t know what’s behind her! She might have won this match but she’s clueless out there!”
Deirdre exited the ring but Skylynn hid from her sight, letting her leave. Once she was far enough away, Skylynn entered the ring, waiting for Sophie to get to her feet. Ollie Summers came to try to intervene but Skylynn reminded her that the match was over and she needed to move. Ollie, knowing this, left the ring as well. Sophie was defenseless and Skylynn knew what was in her sights. She ran up and cracked Sophie in the back of the head with the steel chair. After the initial hit, she unleashed a barrage of chair shots until the chair was no longer useful.
JIN FUMEI: “You know what, ladies? That is an example of revenge that you’ll have to get used to seeing in wrestling.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I don’t think I like it. Too much blood.”
CERES BENTON: “And get used to it? That was a heinous attack and she cost Sophie the match. Two wrongs don’t make a right!”
JIN FUMEI: “Tell Ms. Reed that.”
Skylynn held the mangled chair in her hands, lifting it in celebration of her assault.
WINNER: Deirdre Evans via Pinfall (The Other Side - 12:43)
The bristle of the stippler oil paint brush kisses the strange color of orange-yellow on the worn wooden palette. The glob of yellow on the palette is unsightly; a color as subtle as a car crash is the way to best describe it. There is something so strangely off about its hue that one could be forgiven if they did not mistake it for a color so much as a bile or phlegm leaving the body. Even the way in which the brush touches open the paint and capture it on the bristles seems sluggish.
Muddy.
Brush strokes canvas and from yellow forms hair. Not a shade of hair color any blonde might boast with. Any strawberry blonde would argue it too goldenrod, any dirty blonde spitting on it for being too red, and any platinum blonde worth her locks denying the shade all together. Yet the brush continues to move, painting a gentle picture. We are never allowed a glance however of what is being formed, painted... Instead we are given a glance at Irina Onegin, her eyes steeled with an artist’s disdain for their own work even as it is put from mind to gesso canvas.
Is this the Key Arena? The bowels of Seattle’s arena perhaps, what with the metalwork of the building seemingly bearing down on the otherwise tall Russian athlete? Even with a few in the wrestling world surpassing her in height, it lays obvious that Irina is hunching slightly to continue her work.
Whatever work that is.
It is certainly grim enough, and it is of a little surprise with the Graceful Assassin’s pomp and countenance that she would wish to be near on hand as the Heaven or Hell tournament continues. Though with her safety secured perhaps it is just an interest in competition of those who continue to escape round one, just as she had done. Her shoulders shift slightly as she flicks her thin paintbrush, sagging when she wipes the brush on her worn smock often worn to the ring. The brush takes a quiet dip into a mason jar filled with dirty water and one of its kin emerge.
A flat.
She eyes it with a pleasant smile before dipping this brush into an off color of blue. Just like the yellow there is something poor about this hue that would otherwise be the sky and the sea and so easily an example of all that is life. This blue paint is dark, muted, and twisted. Yet she continues painting.
IRINA ONEGIN: "Blood. Sweat. Tears. All speak of this yes? The bodily fluids, they are spoken of with so much... So much belief that it is the metaphorical and the physical loss of this that makes a professional. An athlete. A star. Through this blood spilled on the ground, through this sweat spilled everywhere their presence is felt, the tears of pain and joy, pleasure and agony, greatness is made. Not since the slavish belief in Hippocratic medicine has so much within meant so much without. Within the realms of the Humours it was believed that blood, sanguine... They believed that it brought the behaviors of youth, of spring... Hotblooded choices and action, action, action! Where the heart must pump and you would do as Zeus himself. Ready... Willing... Able."
There’s the ‘tch’ sound of tongue sucking teeth as deft fingers move brush across canvas. The Graceful Assassin finds her groove. She finds herself fixated upon her own work as she continues speaking, hitched vocal choices, like one who is too focused on what they are creating, crafting, DOING to consider their audience of any major import.
IRINA ONEGIN: "Blood is life, and life is paid into death and therefore... Therefore blood is the most important thing of all. When I clashed with Tabitha Tremont I realized that in her blood was greatness. Greatness beyond anything that anyone who is a mere spectator this evening and every evening after could ever muster."
That as one might guess does not win over any fans who might be watching on a video wall or anyone at home. Yet still the Graceful Assassin of NEO speaks. From Vanity Fulbright’s pet assassin, words are spoken and put into reality.
Clear, cold clarity.
IRINA ONEGIN: "She is greater than any of you could ever hope to be. All of my peers are. That is why you pay your hard earned money to watch us correct? You believe wholeheartedly that many of us are so like you, just if you put in the time and effort and struggle but that could not be farther from the truth. Yet of course that is a fool's dream. The whispers of fat, underprivileged children with delusions of grandeur who busy themselves with what we do with our personal time and our own vices. We are... Beyond you. We are so far beyond you that you could not hope to catch up with even a head start and five minutes of free running the race. Yet you pay money. Yet you throw countless dollars at merchandise of your favorite competitors. Are you weak? Are you lonely? Do you need stimulation? Do you live somewhere where you cannot find release in proper vices because you are as emotionally weak as you are physically? If that is so I am sorry."
She does not look sorry, with every stroke of the paintbrush and a pleased smile upon her face as her creation comes to a closer fruition.
IRINA ONEGIN: "I defeated Tabitha Tremont, I defeated “All the powerbombs” just as I had defeated Will Neilson..."
That’s not actually what happened between her and Will but it is very obvious that the Graceful Assassin is just going to roll with that so okay.
IRINA ONEGIN: "...And those two are a thousand times the people that could ever be within the distance of your fruitless, fecal matter that you pawn off as dreams. So why do you continue dreaming? I am not here to be your emotional crutch. I am here to reign, to war by the side of those who blanket themselves under the warmth of the Church of Oleska and anyone who is not..."
The camera pans out slightly and so suddenly the image paints a clear, unpleasant reality.
The image that Irina had been painting is a half-completed image of Tabitha Tremont herself. Acidic dark blues of her clothing, a strange yellow for her hair. Hanging on the wall beside the image is a more complete picture of Will Neilson, the primary colors of red, yellow, and blue made up to create a picture of him yet none of the colors look natural. Real.
Irina’s left arm has been hidden this whole time but when the camera pans out her arm is shown, bandaged up in gauze with a red spot seeping through. Nearby, a half empty blood packet is laying on a wooden stool. A look of cold thought crosses Irina’s face as she glances down at her bandaged arm with all the interest of someone who has bled out for their “art”.
IRINA ONEGIN: "...Is not worthy of touching the Pro Wrestling NEO Championship."
There’s a mad smile on the face of the Graceful Assassin and the camera zooms out to show a great row of blank white canvases next to Tremont and Neilson’s.
IRINA ONEGIN: "Know this and suffer the garden."
Cut to commercial.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 16, 2018 21:46:25 GMT -5
We open backstage, to a familiar sight for anyone who might’ve tuned into a wrestling show earlier this year: the smirking face of the former multiple-time tag team champion, Ashlyn Monroe. While normally, the smirk on her face may be a little more arrogant than anything, today, the Diminutive Dynamo is pretty clearly more frustrated than anything--her nose wrinkled upward before she even begins speaking, arms folded across her chest, it’s only missing the Californian stomping her feet and sticking her lower lip out to be a full-blown tantrum. Instead, she’s just...annoyed, and for a second, she’s clearly not impressed by having to do this video.
ASHLYN MONROE: Yanno...I was going to play nice tonight. I really was. I was just going to come in, beat Nariko Inazuma--cuz, I mean, let’s be honest, I was always going to beat Nariko Inazuma--and just go about my day, getting out of this Heaven or Hell tournament and moving toward become the NEO Champion. It was going to be simple, it was going to be easy, and it was going to be quick. But then, she had to go and make a silly decision--a silly decision that’s going to make her night a lot worse.
ASHLYN MONROE: And no, it wasn’t just the short joke.
ASHLYN MONROE: Or, maybe more honestly, it didn’t matter what joke it was--if Nariko had just had a little bit, even a little bit of an instinct for self-preservation, she might not have made the decision to open her mouth. I think, because I took a little time off to enjoy my life, she forgot who she’s dealing with. I think she forgot I’m not some little rookie that’s gonna make the same mistakes she makes, I’m not someone that’s gonna play nice cuz she’s new, or cuz she’s someone’s kid, or whatever.
Ashlyn exhales sharply, shaking her head as if the mere thought disappoints her. She takes a second to push a stray strand of hair out of her face, tilting her head to the side before continuing her Tiny Tirade™.
ASHLYN MONROE: I think Nariko Inazuma forgot that Ashlyn Monroe isn’t someone you should be cracking jokes at. I’m not here to be your bestie, Nariko. I’m not here to play. I’m here to do what I do in every single company I go to--walk in, win gold, hold it so long there’s no way anyone’s going to break that record, and prove to people like you...that just being a little sassy doesn’t mean anything, when you can’t back it up. It’s almost a shame--any other night, I’d probably be rooting for someone that could be a little more creative than the usual “blah blah better than you blah” that most wrestlers spit out every week as reliably as my grandma’s old cuckoo clock.
ASHLYN MONROE: It’s just a shame you chose to open your mouth about me.
Ashlyn “tutts” a couple times, twisting her annoyed scowl into a confident little smirk.
ASHLYN MONROE: Now...you could take the night off; spare yourself the inevitable loss to “the only person on the roster smaller than you,” and since it has the same result anyway...hey, maybe I can root for you next show. Or you can try your luck, and...well, still lose, but this time needing a bunch of ice packs to feel better. Maybe a trip to the dentist, too--don’t know how much your teeth are gonna get jacked up by the end of this match.
Ashlyn’s confident smirk briefly twists into an awkward look, the Diminutive Dynamo even going as far as to rub the back of her neck, as if she were actually feeling a little anxious about that thought. It’s only for a moment, though, before she moves right along.
ASHLYN MONROE: Whatever you choose...doesn’t really matter to me. One way or the other, I’m leaving Seattle with my hand raised.
ASHLYN MONROE: How much you hurt tomorrow? Well...that’s up to you, hon.
She kisses the tips of her three longer fingers, blowing it toward the camera with a wink before the scene fades to black.
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"WE REFUSE TO NAME THIS WHAT IT WAS ORIGINALLY SUPPOSED TO BE"
Ashlyn Monroe vs. Nariko Inazuma (GUEST)
Nariko Inazuma attempted to start the match with a respectful handshake for the multi-time champion Ashlyn Monroe, however it was glaringly clear that Ashlyn neither wanted or needed the sportswomanship shown. In fact, Monroe mocked Inazuma and sneered, asking if she was starstruck and if she wanted an autograph, things of that nature that had the NEO crowd booing her more than a little. Ashlyn sneered at the fans and then as Nariko withdrew her hand, the referee called for the bell and SLAP!
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Big oof.”
JIN FUMEI: “Slap her again. She called you short, halfstack!”
The flesh on flesh crack rang out over the ringside area and Nariko grit her teeth, touching her cheek before she just exploded all over Ashlyn with some wicked stiff Open Palm Shots to her generous chest! Monroe didn’t just take this abuse, she elbowed Nariko in the collarbone and shot off to the ropes, coming back fast with a Slingshot DDT! This got her a quick two count but Inazuma broke free easily enough.
The pair kipped up and then shot the ropes, clashing in the center of the ring. Shoving back and forth, attempting to wrest full control over the match and Nariko had the slight upper hand, shoving and sweeping the leg on Ashlyn and then catching her with the Burst Gauge, the Shining Wizard taking Monroe down hard to the mat again. Nariko stacked her up on her neck and sat on her to secure the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
Ashlyn shot up off the mat, boy was she pissed off! She kept on the attack and spun Nariko around only to sling her towards the turnbuckles for a Mule Kick into a Corner Dropkick! Ashlyn stomped her chest a couple times then clambered up to the top, waiting for Nariko to pull herself up before she hit a Diving Hurricanrana! A quick pin followed but no! Nariko rolled the shoulder up!
CERES BENTON: “Not even an one count there!”
Monroe was bitchy about it with the referee, getting up in the official’s face and berating over what she termed a slow count, which of course left her open and vulnerable for a Schoolgirl Roll Up!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
Ashlyn tried to roll out of the way but it was a Feint Moonsault followed by a Standing Moonsault from Nariko!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--ASHLYN GETS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Nariko released the pin cleanly and got up, shooting the ropes and leapfrogging up and over a rising Ashlyn and the pair traded off a few sets of this much to the delight of the fans until finally Ashlyn evaded a jump and set up Nariko for a Backbody Drop! This also netted her a two, frustration showing as Nariko kicked out yet again. A Tiger Feint Kick actually put Nariko back in the driver’s seat of the match, but before she could take full advantage Ashlyn got in close and then blew some sort of dust or glittery powder right in her eyes!
Nariko reeled away from her, trying to clear her eyes and the referee looked on, not having seen what Ashlyn had done but showing some concern. She shouted something about “ring dust” and dangerous conditions before she went after young Nariko with a focused viciousness, looking to put her away quickly now that she was at a disadvantage. Ashlyn grabbed her by the head and kissed her hard, before she slung her to the mat with a Snapmare that she rudely followed with a Penalty Kick, completing the Goodnight Kiss! The fans were booing her heavily as Nariko slumped on the mat after that vicious kick, but OH! She caught Ashlyn with a DDT as she knelt for a pin attempt! Unfortunately for Nariko she was too rattled to take advantage and the moment passed. As she struggled to rise however, Ashlyn shot up, holding her head and looking wicked pissed off.
CERES BENTON: “Why is she so angry?!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Because...she’s...a determined individual.”
And here it was, Monroe hitting Nariko with everything she had, a Twist of Fate Stunner dropping Nariko to the mat, the Eye Turner allowing Ashlyn to secure her long enough for the pin, the three count, and the victory! The fans were hating on this, but Ashlyn doesn’t care as her music played and the referee raised her hand as the winner.
WINNER: Ashlyn Monroe via Pinfall (Eye Turner - 8:33)
The Pro Wrestling NEO logo appears on the screen for ten seconds before it fades out. It’s replaced by footage from the promotion’s Select Your Fighter Night One event. It shows both Nina Stokes and Scarlett walking to the ring. The footage moves to a nasty strike exchange between the two. Scarlett lays in European uppercuts while Nina fires in forearms. Shift to a bridging German suplex from Nina. Scarlett is then drilled with a kick to the chest after she kicks out; a front kick to the face soon follows. The highlights then show Nina hitting Scarlett with a rising knee to the chin, but she remains on her feet. Nina hits a hook kick. But Scarlett stays up. Nina then jumps into the air and clocks her with a bicycle knee to the face…
NINA STOKES: “Who am I?”
The footage fades away. A shot of Nina sitting on a bench takes its place. The woman is dressed in Nike workout gear and his holding a bottle of Voss water. She shifts every so slightly and glances at the camera’s lens.
NINA STOKES: “You can call me Nina Stokes. I’m originally from Seattle, Washington. I moved to Miami shortly after wrestling really started kicking off for me. Although, you can find me lurking in Chicago quite often.”
Nina unfastened the cap of Voss and takes a long sip. She then used the back of her left hand to wipe away an excess water that remains on her lips.
NINA STOKES: “I started off my career trying to entertain people. I wanted fans to rise up out their seats and scream when they viewed my matches. And so, I jumped off the top rope a lot. I was overly flashy. I took a lot of risks. Why? I thought it was needed. I thought it was expected.”
The screen shows some older footage of Nina from her rookie year. She hits a moonsault in one clip. She nails a flying splash in another. To cap things off, Nina grabs her opponents arm, runs up the turnbuckle, and leaps off with a tornado DDT.
NINA STOKES: “And while those cheers and screams are nice, they don’t equate to wins, do they? They don’t equate to success.”
A younger Nina is shown laying on the mat in three different scenes, each one following a loss. The camera cuts to the crowd. They cheer and shout her name. She picks herself up off the mat each and every time. There’s a wayward glance to the crowd in each scene before she walks to the back.
NINA STOKES: “There’s not a lot of flash or sizzle to my style anymore. Everything I do in the ring now? It’s designed to hurt you. To me, that’s garners wins and success.”
A fifteen second hype package for Hayato’s tournament starts to play.
NINA STOKES: “There’s been a bunch of people talking about the Heaven or Hell Tournament. About how they’re going to fight hard to make their family, fans, and friends proud. About how they are disappointed about in how some people have conducted themselves—”
The camera cuts back to Nina. A tiny laugh then escapes her mouth. She takes another sip of water to settle herself.
NINA STOKES: “But like I said on Twitter, motherfucka’s are missing the whole point. This tournament isn’t about honor. And it’s damn sure not about respect. It’s about doing whatever the hell you you need to do to get the W and get out of the brackets. Period. And some of you all in the tournament aren’t built for that. I get it.”
She takes another sip of her water before she continues.
NINA STOKES: “But I’m built for it. And I got the memo.”
The corner of Nina’s lips start to arch upwards. A wild smirk results. The camera lingers on Nina for five seconds before it fades out.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 16, 2018 22:05:03 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE "THE FOX AND THE MEMES"
Ashlyn Monroe vs. Nariko Inazuma (GUEST)
Referee Morgan Hughes walked over to Tomoyo’s corner. He checked to make sure she didn’t have any weapons. She was clean. Morgan then checked in with Will. He was clear as well. Afterwards, Morgan called for the bell and the match was underway.
DING! DING!
Before Will could even blink, Tomoyo was on him. She pushed on his chest and used her right foot to sweep Will’s leg. She then grabbed ahold of his left leg, flipped him over onto his stomach, and then placed him in single-leg Boston crab.
“Hell no!” Will shouted when Morgan asked if he wanted to submit. It was far too early for him to pack it in. Instead, Will tried to use his larger frame and strength to power out of the move. To counter, Tomoyo squatted down and cranked back even more on that leg of his. It was a painful hold, certainly. But, there wasn’t any quit in Will. He endured the pain as he began to drag himself to the ropes. He was then able to stretch out his hand and touch the ropes.
When Tomoyo didn’t break the hold, Morgan began to count:
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
CERES BENTON: “How rude! Let go of the man!”
Tomoyo let go of Will’s leg and stood up to her feet. However, she also grabbed ahold of his boot and dragged him towards the center of the ring. It looked as if she were going to try another leg submission hold, but Will kicked her in the face with his free foot. Tomoyo took the strike in stride. She responded by blasting Will in the thigh with a stern kick of her own. She connected with another one. A short flurry resulted. And those kicks were making Will’s leg very tender. It wasn’t long before Tomoyo was able to flip him over and place him into a Muta lock. And although she cranked back on his neck, it was that leg that was feeling the pressure. Once more, Will had to find a way out of the hold. And he did so by clubbing Tomoyo in the face. His tactics got her to break the hold.
Tomoyo grabbed Will’s leg once again after she kipped up to her feet. But this time, he was able to fight her off. He was able to slowly get to his feet. Tomoyo charged in, but an elbow stopped her in her tracks. Will then yoked her up and dropped her to the mat with a Uranage slam. He then went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
The fun-party was broken up by a timely kick out by Tomoyo. Nonetheless, Will wasn’t discouraged or frustrated. He simply nodded his head and made his way back to his feet. He attempted to lift Tomoyo up, but she broke away from him. She blasted with another kick to the leg before she started to hit him with forearms. But her attack was cut short once again, this time by a massive headbutt. The shot clearly rocked Tomoyo as she reared back a bit. That’s when Will grabbed her by the neck and put her down with a cravate neckbreaker. He slapped his leg to get the blood flowing before he went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
But Tomoyo was able to kick out again. Morgan checked in with both wrestlers before they stood up and continued to brawl. Will wanted to rush in and hit his opponent with another powerful move, but Tomoyo countered by charging in herself and shooting on that leg of his. A crisp dragon screw whip dropped Will to the mat. Tomoyo showed a little viciousness as she stomped down on his knee cap. This caused Will to sit up and hold his leg. Well, that allowed Tomoyo to crack him in the chest with a shot kick. The blow was stiff—but Will shouted at her definitely. “Is that all you got?” The question was heard throughout the arena. Tomoyo responded by shooting herself into the ropes and clobbering Will with a soccer kick to the face. She dropped down immediately into a cover:
ONE!
TWO!
CERES BENTON: “He asked and he received in spades.”
JIN FUMEI: “He should be more respectful!”
Morgan stopped the count as Will rolled and lifted his shoulder off of the mat. Both wrestlers regained a vertical base. Tomoyo tried to strike while the iron was hot and demolish Will with a fisherman suplex, however, Will punched her in the stomach and broke her grip. He fired in a chop that caught Tomoyo just below the throat. It stunned her for second, but it didn’t stop her from spinning and smacking him with a rolling elbow. Will stumbled backwards a bit. That leg was still shaky. Tomoyo went for another rolling elbow, but Will was able to regain his footing and duck underneath it. He then snatched with arms and powered her down with a snap dragon suplex. Tomoyo dulled some of the impact by rolling through. But then Will drilled her with a wheel kick! But before she could drop, Will yoked her up and planted her with a Memeingful Driver (small package driver). Morgan dropped down to count the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
Somehow, Tomoyo still had the strength to kick out. Tomoyo stood back to her feet as Will used the ropes to get to a vertical base. They glared at each other for a moment. Everyone in the arena knew it was time for the home stretch. When suddenly…
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Holy shit, dude!”
CRACK!
Tomoyo crumpled to the mat as a result of a elbow to the back of the skull. The attacker? Christopher Kane.
Morgan quickly calls for the bell to be rung.
ERIN LAMBERT: Your winner by disqualification and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament…TOMOYO HIRATE!”
Christopher stood over her and gave her some choice words. And because of that, he neglected Will’s presence. That lack of foresight allowed Will to get right into his face. He confronted Christopher about, not particularly about hitting Tomoyo, but about costing him the win. Maybe Christopher should have been apologetic. He wasn’t though. He told Will that he didn’t care about the match, and that he’d done what he needed to. They argued back and forth. Will nearly shoved him, even with the sore leg.
All the while, Tomoyo began to recover and realize what happened. As the men were feuding, Tomoyo made it back up to her feet. She walked up behind Christopher and spun him around. She reared back and drove her knee directly into his lower regions.
He immediately dropped to the mat holding his jimmies. Once again, Elizabeth started to laugh hysterically.
JIN FUMEI: “What’s so funny about a man getting hit in the groin repeatedly?!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “IT’S DESTROY DICK DECEMBER!”
Will watched it all happen. He thought about helping Christopher up, but the thought quickly left his mind. He rubbed his leg a bit as he dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring. Meanwhile, Tomoyo was laughing up a storm. She exited the ring a moment later and allowed Christopher to writhe in pain on the mat.
WINNER: Tomoyo Hirate via Disqualification (11:27)
The loud roar of unmistakable laughter seemed as if it were booming out of a speaker as HENNY confidently sauntered down the hallway of the KeyArena in Seattle, ahead of his huge headline match against the very well renowned Blaise Fader. Though, HENNY looked as if it barely registered with him. With a girl on each arm, neither of them his wife, he turned back to another two girls who trailed him, with each of them having held a bag.
HENNY: “You got Hennifer’s stuff like I told you?”
The Pinnacle glanced between each of them and the bags they were carrying, not doubtful, but certainly not convinced. It’s important not to judge individuals on their looks - but these girls were clearly not members of MENSA. Having exchanged confused glances with each other, the girls slowly nodded, each of them talking in unison.
Not a Hooker #1 & 2: “Baby oil and body glitter.”
HENNY: “Alright, good. Good. This is my debut girls. I need to look perfect. I need to BE, perfect. My hair, naturally, is on point - but my bod, THE bod is where the eyes go. I mean, obviously my face is beautiful, so you’d assume that the eyes would go there first but no, people are too intimidated to look at someone so beautiful, it’s a thing, it’s psychology, look it up. Then, duh, you would think they’d look down at the dick outline, it’s a thicc, juicy hog, but no, people are here to watch a wrestling match, not drool and masturbate simultaneously until they’re a spasming mess of ecstasy. We can’t have that. But the bod, that’s the middle ground. Just enough beauty, just enough sex appeal, it’s perfect, and the baby oil and the body glitter pulls it together. So let’s be a team here, okay? Or no one gets paid.”
There was a momentarily silence where all four of the girls tried to piece together whatever HENNY just said, like a jigsaw puzzle of a cloudless sky, and eventually, one of the trailing girls spoke up.
Not a Hooker #1: “So, um, like, I TOTALLY get why you want to look all oiled up, I’ve seen like, a bunch of these wrestlers on television, and they are all so oiled, but um, why do you need fifteen bottles?”
HENNY stopped dead in his tracks, holding up an arm to get the whole posse to stop before he pinched the bridge of his nose - clearly disappointed at the unadultered stupidity that just escaped Not a Hooker #1’s DSL. He turned around, a look of disdain being shot at #1 for a moment before he began to speak.
HENNY: "I honestly feel ill that I for some reason am even compelled to explain this to you, whatever the hell your name is, but quite CLEARLY, ten of those bottles are for dousing the bod in baby oil, it needs more than one coating, and the remaining five are obviously to be used for titfucking Kaylee here.”
He motioned to the girl under his left arm, who quickly corrected him.
Not a Hooker #3: “My name is Carmen.”
HENNY chose to ignore that.
HENNY: “You’ve got a lot to learn in this town, honey. Now come on, Kaylee, it’s time to warm up. We haven’t got a lot of time before the headline match, and it’s actually against a wrestler I deem worth my time, she’s a damn good one, so let’s get going here.”
Hennifer Lopez turned and began to walk, expecting the girls to follow, but they didn’t.
Not a Hooker #4: “Wait, headline? You said you were in the main event.”
The girls conferred for a split second, all agreeing that HENNY did actually claim he was in the main event tonight.
Not a Hooker #4: “Are you like…even a big shot here, or not?”
HENNY smirked, rubbing his chin for a moment, nodding sagely.
HENNY: “Am I a big shot…am…I…a…big…shot? Here’s how much of a big shot I am.”
He reached into his pocket, taking out a wad of cash and launching it directly into the girls face.
HENNY: “BOOM, uh, [INSERT NAME HERE], YOU’RE DONE. GOODBYE! I am the BIGGEST shot! I’m that first cumshot after No Nut November kind of big! I’m that Eli Carlson shooting over Genie Carlson’s back, shot. A HUGE SHOT! So get the HELL out of my face! ALL OF YOU! LEAVE ME! NOW!”
The girls jumped at HENNY’s outburst, but are seemingly glad to be relieved of their services to the ever high maintenance HENNY. The Swede petulantly snatched the bags of baby oil and body glitter away from the girls, and as the women began to disperse and head for the exit, HENNY Heartache stared down into the bag carrying the baby, and suddenly called out for ‘Kaylee’.
HENNY: “Wait! Wait! Kaylee!”
‘Kaylee’ turned back for the shortest of moment, before she shook her head and continued to strut away from him, correcting him a final, definitive time.
Not a Hooker #3: “It’s…CARMEN!”
HENNY: “It’s Carmen…”
He muttered under his breath, mocking her before he hairflipped and turned on his heels in disgust as he marched towards the locker room.
HENNY: “Seattle is just the worst.”
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 16, 2018 22:59:33 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"ELENA'S LEAST FAVORITE MATCH"
KAIJU (GUEST) vs. William Bateman
The lights go out as an eerily played song rings through the P.A. system. Suddenly a small synth melody plays as the lights begin to blue. The words are uttered as the song plays:
"It can't be bargained with...
It can't be reasoned with...
It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear...
And it absolutely will not stop
EVER
Until you are dead!"
With those final words, the beat drops as the stage begin to form smoke. One man steps out wearing a suit with his hands behind him. The man's name is Kazuya Saejima, KAIJU's manager. Kazuya steps aside because a larger silhouette is seen through the thick smoke. As the giant man steps through darkness and smoke, the blue light forms a spotlight on the man known as KAIJU. KAIJU takes a step out, flexes with his arms out in front of him and lets out a roar.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing first...from Setagaya, Tokyo, Japan...weighing in at 268.7 pounds...the AVATAR OF DESTRUCTION...KAIJUUUUUUUUU!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Oh. He big.”
JIN FUMEI: “Our biggest guest so far...in size, KAIJU is, well, a competitor at heart. Spirit.”
CERES BENTON: “Everything. He’s so obsessed with being the strongest thing on Earth and it might pay off. His mission is absolute.”
He begins to make his march to the ring with his manager walking in front of him. When he gets to the front of the ring, he leaps up with ease, gets him and stands in the middle of the ring as the lights flash around him while Kazuya walks to the hard camera with a pleased smirk on his face. KAIJU continues to showcase his massive and muscular frame to the crowd, flexing his arms, sticking his tongue out and showing his fanged mouthpiece. He stands there, eyeing the crowd, then goes to his corner. KAIJU stands in the corner, popping his pecs as he awaits the bell.
The overhead lights fade to black, draping the arena in darkness beyond the ever-present flicker of flashes from cell phones and cameras. For several long moments, that darkness is left to reign...only ceasing when the bassline of Kanye West’s “Hell of a Life” comes thumping through the PA system in all of it’s distorted glory; the uptempo rhythm causing a strobe of white and hot pink lights to burst to life, pulsing in time with the bass as milky white fog rises from the base of the stage. It’s only as the full instrumentation breaks loose that the ‘Pretty Boy Assassin’ makes his presence known-an almost expectant look upon his face as a mixture of cheers and jeers reign down upon him while he strides through the curtains. His walk is a slow and purposeful one, taken at his leisure and performed with a certain swagger; each step taken with a slight bounce as he strokes over his beard between long glances over the audience he deems as his own.
ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing his opponent...from Los Angeles, California...no, I’m not going to call you that--THE PRETTY BOY ASSASSIN...WILLIAM BATEMAN!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “We’re going radio silent for this because we’re under instruction from our higher-ups not to say anything during his entrance. Just silence.”
It’s only once he’s seemingly satisfied with the reaction that he’s beginning that journey down the ramp, his arms rising out to either side and his head bowing-as if soaking in the mixture of adulation or hatred. His arms raise higher, deftly avoiding the outreached hands of the unwashed masses, even as he turns his back toward the ring to continue that arrogant, meandering march toward the bottom of the ramp. It’s only once that he’s there that he’s turning around again, looking out over the crowd again as he paces along the ring side area, idly searching for a person he deems attractive enough to offer a selfie to. It’s only after that person is found and that selfie is given (with security direction to keep undesirables out of the shot), that he’s climbing up the ring steps and onto the apron.
Pacing along the apron, an outstretched hand sweeps over the crowd before rising slowly, as though demanding their adulation once more. The process repeats itself once or twice, ceasing only once he was satisfied before he’s suddenly rushing the corner, a few running steps leading him up the outside of the turnbuckles before he’s somersaulting into the ring. Rather than landing on his feet however, ‘Christ Himself’ rolls through, coming to a knee in the center of the ring...before dramatically throwing his arms out to the side and rising, slowly but surely, with a trademark grin tugging at his lips, almost as though to say that the ‘Real’ show has his permission to start now. It’s only after drinking in the moment that he’s slowly backpedaling towards a corner of his choosing, his attention wandering out toward the crowd as he idly fixes his hair.
DING! DING!!
Bateman looked over at KAIJU, seeing the behemoth of a man looking at him. A guttural growl lingered on the breath of the Avatar of Destruction. Bateman’s eyebrow furrowed at the sight before he decided to leave his respective corner. KAIJU followed suit, moving forward to meet Bateman face-to-face. For a moment, the two have a staredown until Bateman opts to pat KAIJU on the chest, telling him to go back to Japan--he’s too small for his ring.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “He’s ‘bout to get ate.”
JIN FUMEI: “No, William Bateman is the future ace of Pro Wrestling NEO. He’ll be fine--”
In the raw second of time where Bateman blinked his eyes, a moment where his hubris exceeded him, KAIJU’s mind operated on the instinctive fury that a monster like him possessed. Bateman’s demeanor fell to pieces as KAIJU lifted him onto his shoulders and hit him with the Worldeater (F5)! Bateman’s body hit the mat with a thunderous slam and the crowd’s roar of approval shortly behind it.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “WHAT DID I TELL YOU, JIN?!”
CERES BENTON: “DID YOU ALL SEE HOW BATEMAN’S BODY BOUNCED LIKE A DAMN BALL?!”
JIN FUMEI: “NO, NO, NO!”
KAIJU looked to go for the pin but Bateman managed to hurl himself out of the ring off the momentum. KAIJU let out an intense roar and flexed at the fallen veteran. Bateman hurried towards the announcer’s table, a hint bewildered by the sudden action that left him in the state he was.
JIN FUMEI: “Yeah, good work getting away from that monster. Just take a second to--”
Bateman proceeded to passively give Fumei the finger.
JIN FUMEI: “Ah, well--”
Elizabeth responded with uproarious laughter and even Ceres was trying her best not to cackle. She failed but only slightly.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
KAIJU exited the ring, making his way towards Bateman. The veteran had other plans as he ran over and hit a kick low to the knee. KAIJU resisted and grabbed Bateman by the hair, the long, luscious hair. With an effortless motion, he sent Bateman careening into the barely padded ground. KAIJU then turned, realizing that his prey was on the ground a short bit away due to his miscalcuation. He walked over to Bateman, who got some more distance, seeing that his kick didn’t do anything to KAIJU. Yet, his face didn’t show any worry. Instead, there was a gleam of frustration there.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
CERES BENTON: “It’s only a matter of KAIJU getting his hands on Bateman for this match to be over.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I’m getting a pattern here actually.”
KAIJU, annoyed that Bateman was not fighting him straight up, picked up speed to catch him. Bateman got close to the stairs and when KAIJU crept around, he kicked the steels into KAIJU’s knees, slipping from under his feet. KAIJU’s head bashed into the stairs and Bateman was free from his clutches. He came at KAIJU with some Kawada kicks before moving the steel steps away--or so everyone was led to believe. He stood on the ring apron and ran at KAIJU, jumping off. He landed on the steel steps and KAIJU let out a howl of pain. Bateman then followed up with a kick to the back of the big man’s head. Hearing the count, Bateman rolled into the ring again.
The Avatar of Destruction started to follow but his knee buckled. Bateman lingered in his corner, recuperating from the Worldeater he took earlier in the match. He watched as KAIJU struggled to get up but he moved away from the corner.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
KAIJU began to crawl towards the ring apron, grabbing onto the ropes. Yet, his knee, which was swelling and bruised, didn’t support him. The crowd began to jeer, knowing that yet again, another match was stolen from them.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Yup, just like what happened to Atwater.”
EIGHT!
CERES BENTON: “Uh, Elizabeth, I think you’re wrong about that one.”
That is until KAIJU clean lifted himself onto the ropes.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Holy shit.”
The crowd was in awe of his strength but Bateman was less than impressed. Instead, he took KAIJU’s leg into the ropes and gave it a mean Dragon Screw. He believed in KAIJU’s strength just as much as the audience did and waited for his chance. KAIJU fell onto the second rope and Bateman told the referee, Morgan Hughes, to stop counting. KAIJU tried to regain his bearings but Bateman came in with GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG (540 Knee Strike). When it connected, KAIJU slumped over the ropes and Bateman dragged him into the ring away from the ropes. He hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner via pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament...WILLIAM BATEMAN!”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Elena’s probably going crazy.”
CERES BENTON: “And it’s the veteran experience and scheming that gets Bateman into the World Championship match.”
Bateman looked down at KAIJU and shook his head, putting his hands on his hips as he left the ring. He had little fanfare, knowing that it was his win to take.
WINNER: William Bateman via Pinfall (GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG - 9:43)
“Finally…”
The camera focused in on the sight of an empty hallway, presumably somewhere inside the Keyarena, site of NEO’s Volume II show. That one word, spoken so low and tensely, was for a few moments the only company anyone watching had.
And then a flurry of movement, as a figure literally spun into view. Twirling into the camera’s sight was a woman dressed in white, who came to a stop in center frame as she threw her arms out with a grin on her face.
EVELYN KULLER: Finally!
The woman called the Perfect Evil seemed to be in extremely high spirits, she could not keep herself completely still, a little bob apparent as she continued to speak to the camera.
EVELYN KULLER: After getting to take in the whole Volume One show, I finally get my chance to do the same! Truth be told, while I enjoyed everything all the wrestling and it got me really pumped, it did leave me wanting. I wanted to get in there too and experience it for myself.
She dropped her voice low to intone the words that currently ruled NEO, the three feared and revered words.
EVELYN KULLER: Heaven or Hell.
And with a light chuckle at the voice itself she switched back to her real voice.
EVELYN KULLER: Seeing how everyone fought so fiercely to escape, it was clear to me that everyone wanted to get free of this strange tournament we’ve all been thrust into. Wrestlers fighting so hard to get eliminated, what a sight. The thoughts in their heads, the emotions such a situation cause. I wanted to know what that feeling would be like too.
She brought a hand up and tapped her index finger against the side of her skull.
EVELYN KULLER: And now I have it. This strong need to get eliminated, because advancing means you begin to fall down the depths of NEO. Even though they’re the same goal, the way it sounds in my head is so strange. I need to win, so I can be eliminated. What a strange thing to have in my head! But it’s a feeling I wouldn’t have gotten without NEO, so I’m pretty thankful for that. New experiences, new feelings, that’s what puts a smile on my face.
A pause.
EVELYN KULLER: Well, I guess a lot of things put a smile on my face actually...but you get my meaning! Thanks to NEO, to this tournament, there’s a new feeling I got to experience, so to repay that I’m gonna go out there and put on a show for everyone!
She pointed to the camera.
EVELYN KULLER: Ruiz! We find ourselves across from each other in this, and to achieve that feeling in our heads, one of us has to make the other advance in the tournament. Regardless of the stakes, and whatever the outcome, I’m really looking forward to facing you. A first match is special, and for NEO you’re the person I get to craft that memory with. It’ll be a memory I’ll fill with the best I can give in the ring, and I hope it’s the same for you!
A pause again, as her smile widened a bit.
EVELYN KULLER: Especially since it’ll be another thing to experience. I know what it’s like in my own head to experience being in Heaven or Hell, but now comes the other part I wanted to experience. What is it like facing someone with that same feeling. That need to win to get eliminated, that drive to not advance and start falling downwards. What kind of fight will that bring out of you, what will I have to find in myself to try and counter it to see the wish born of that feeling come true! It’s exciting, isn’t it...to experience a match like that. I’m truly fortunate. Let’s enjoy the fight this will bring out of the both of us, okay?
She flashed up a peace sign to those watching.
EVELYN KULLER: To everyone watching, I hope you enjoy the show. I know I will~!
And with that she walked away, as the camera waited until she was gone from the frame before it cut away.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 16, 2018 23:06:57 GMT -5
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"THE LIGHT OF TWO POINTS"
Ruiz vs. Evelyn Kuller
“Cerca de mi Neighborhood” by Tego Calderón blasts the sound system as behind the curtain Héctor Ruiz waits. The crowd is starting to get behind the beat of the song, just as a small spotlight hits the center of the curtain, that’s the cue Ruiz was waiting for, as he promptly gets out of the curtain and into the stage. He extends his arms, letting the crowd have a good visual of his t-shirt. He stands there with a slight smirk on his face, as he hits his chest on the spot his chest tattoo is located, with his right hand twice and screams “VAMOS!” before the announcer introduces him.
ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing first, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico by way of Brooklyn… they call him the “Southside Bambino”… HEECTOR… RUUIIZ!
Once the introduction is done, Ruiz continues his way down the ramp. Here and there he high fives a lucky fan or two, as he walks towards the ring. Once near the apron he looks to every side, feeding off the crowd, as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He then sprints towards the farthest turnbuckle and jumps to the middle rope, while he keeps screaming at the crowd, mostly at himself, before hitting his chest once more and jumping back to the middle of the ring as he waits for the match to start.
"I've got this burning like my veins are filled with nothing but gasoline... And with a spark it's gonna be the biggest fire they've ever seen!"
At this, "Light Up The Night" by The Protomen kicks in mid-song, bringing out The Perfect Evil, Evelyn Kuller. She stands on the stage, clapping along with the music, mouthing along, getting the crowd going. As it builds to the main line, she holds one finger up as the lights begin to dim, getting them ready for the moment, the crowd building along with her.
ERIN LAMBERT: Heading to the ring right now, weighing in tonight at 160lbs, she is currently residing in Richmond, California, but can be found “wherevers fun to hang out, really”, she is called The Perfect Evil, this is Evelyn! KULLLLLLLLER!!
"We can light up the night!"
The lights explode back on, fireworks along the stage going off as Evelyn sets off on a run down the ring, visibly mouthing along with the song even as she slides under the ropes to enter the ring.
Evelyn pops up to her feet, coming to face the camera. She raises an arm, to the crowd watching live and at home, mouthing along with the song to them.
"Maybe you and I... We can still make it right. Maybe we can bring back the light..."
The song fades at this, Evelyn flashing a smile before moving to her corner, waiting for the action to start.
Referee Matvey Morozov called for the bell after he checked in with both competitors.
DING! DING!
Ruiz made the age-old mistake of judging a book by itself cover. He took the time to truly size up his opponent once the bell had rung. And instead of respecting her, he bust out into laughter. The fans took much displeasure in his antic…
So did Evelyn.
The Southside Bambino carried on for another twenty seconds or so. Afterwards, he wiped the tears out of his tears and attempted to compose himself. All the while, Evelyn flashed a smile. And then she charged. Evelyn closed the gap with amazing speed and leapt into the air. Her knee viciously collided with Ruiz’s skull as she drilled him with The Will of One. Wasting little time, Evelyn dropped to the mat and went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
While he was certainly knocked a little loopy, Ruiz was able to roll and get his shoulder off of the mat. But Evelyn rolled with him. She took that arm of his and tried to lock in a Fujiwara armbar. But Ruiz sensed the danger he was in and quickly ripped his appendage away from her grasp. From there, he rolled to the edge of the ring and rolled underneath the bottom rope to take a breather. Evelyn played to the crowd as Ruiz kicked the guardrail in frustration.
One pep talk and a couple of expletives later, Ruiz rolled back into the ring. Showing some impressive speed himself, Ruiz ran up to her and blasted her with a chop. The sound echoed throughout the arena. He fired in another one before he took ahold of her arm and shot her into the ropes. Evelyn rebounded and almost took Ruiz’s head off with a forearm, but Ruiz ducked under it and hit the ropes himself. Ruiz caught her with a dropkick on the rebound. Evelyn hit the mat as Ruiz got back to his feet. He hit the ropes once more and connected with a flipping senton before he went for the pinfall:
ONE!
TW—
His offensive flurry wasn’t enough to keep the former JCP down! She was able to kick out. Ruiz was able to get up to his feet; he grabbed Evelyn by the hair and forced her to stand up. He turned and cracked Evelyn with a straight sole-butt kick before he forced himself into the ropes. He did a handspring and used his momentum to shoot backwards. He was looking for his Turn of the Americas stunner—but what he received was a release German suplex. The move sent Ruiz crashing down onto his neck.
Ruiz held his neck as he rolled onto his stomach. He then gritted his teeth and tried to make it to a knee. And that’s when Evelyn reared back and clocked Ruiz with a thrust kick. His head flew backwards and sent him onto his butt. Evelyn grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. Three seconds passed before planted him with the Sheer Heart Attack (galleria). She then hooked his leg and went for the pin:
ONE!
TWO
THREE!
ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner by pinfall and escaping the Heaven or Hell Tournament…EVELYN KULLER!”
“Light Up the Night” played as Evelyn made it back to her feet. Matvey lifted up her hand. Evelyn appealed to the crowd as Matvey checked on Ruiz.
WINNER: Evelyn Kuller via Pinfall (5:15)
We open, at first, to a black screen, with the words “Filmed Earlier” in the bottom right corner, in notably bright white font. As we gradually fade in to an actual scene, it’s to an empty KeyArena. Only the lights absolutely necessary are even turned on, but the ring’s been set up and is waiting for the doors to actually open. In the middle of the ring is a tall, thin woman, who seems to be...almost entranced by the ring, taking a second to just run a hand along the ropes on one of the long sides of the ring. As we get close enough to actually make her out, those familiar with the East Coast Wrestling Federation may recognize the Great Betrayer, Kyra McKnight, who looks almost amused by the fact that someone’s bothering to film her at the moment.
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "The last time I even set foot in a ring was January 7th of this year, and that wasn’t really a fight. That was...heh, that was karma, coming back around on a bitch that deserved it. It was...over a year ago that I actually had my last match. Got out of my contract with the ECWF--thank fuck--and I sign on to this new company, Pro Wrestling NEO. I gotta admit, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting; seems like every time I come to a new place, it’s filled with people that are trying to kill me, so it’s at least refreshing that that doesn’t seem to be the case."
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "Yet, anyway."
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "I’m not sure what I was expecting...but what I definitely wasn’t expecting, was my welcome wagon back to professional wrestling to come in the form of Nina fucking Stokes."
A coy little grin curls on the face of the Boston native, as she finally actually looks toward the camera.
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "Nina Stokes--maybe the woman I’m most familiar with, that I’ve never actually had a match against. It used to be Salem, until HKW helped me take care of that. So many times, we’ve been in the same locker room, but it’s just...never happened. Which makes tonight really fun--two women with radically different styles, radically different paths through this crazy business, end up, once again, sharing a locker room--and this time, we get to share a ring."
Kyra chuckles a little bit, hopping up onto the nearest turnbuckle and pivoting, abruptly, so she’s sat on the pad and looking at the camera.
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "But that’s where the similarities end, Nina. If you think you’re facing the same Kyra McKnight that did what nobody wanted her to do, a couple years back, and actually won a World Championship, I got news for you, darling. I’m a thousand times the wrestler I was two years ago. I haven’t been sitting on my ass all year, just clicking through channels, I’ve been waiting...for the right opportunity, the right time, to get back in a ring. Change of scenery is nice and all, facing someone I actually respect is even better, but it doesn’t change one, basic truth."
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "The Kyra McKnight that’s coming to the ring later tonight isn’t the same Kyra McKnight you might have tape on; she’s not the one that was wrestling down in Miami for so long. I’m a different animal now, Nina--and I didn’t spend a calendar year training to play second fiddle. Not to you, nor to anyone else."
KYRA MCKNIGHT: "I should probably thank NEO for giving me a match I wanted--whether they knew it or not...but, really, I feel sorry for Nina. It may not be the easiest welcome back...but I’m taking what I want."
KYRA MCKNIGHT: This Heaven or Hell thing? You can have it--I’m going for the gold at the end of this little rainbow.
There’s a lingering shot of a confident smirk on the Massachusetts native’s face, before we fade to black.
"Hoping to bring efedding a few good steps forward."
Post by Pro Wrestling NEO on Dec 17, 2018 15:22:37 GMT -5
HEADLINE
HEAVEN OR HELL TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE
"WRESTLING WHILE UNDER THE INFLUENCE"
Blaise Fader vs. HENNY
”SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME!”
The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as white sparks rain down onto the stage. It’s here that HENNY makes his way through the curtain, standing in amongst the shower of sparks for a few moments before slowly stepping out of them, slapping his leg before throwing his arms out to his sides - basking in his own glory. After holding the pose for a few moments, HENNY takes a confident glance across the crowd, smirking to himself as he performs a slow 360, breaking into an assured saunter.
ERIN LAMBERT: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Malmö, Sweden, now residing in the San Fernando Valley, weighing in at 223lbs, ‘The Pinnacle’...HENNY HEARTACHE!
HENNY then proceeds down the ramp, jawing with most of the fans leaning over the guardrail, and even threatening a member of the audience with a sudden movement and a cocked fist, causing them to flinch. HENNY Heartache laughs loudly at the fan before making his way to ringside, now waving a dismissive hand at the crowd before climbing up the steel steps.
From the apron the Swede scales the turnbuckle, his left foot planted on the second rope whilst his right is on the turnbuckle. He then begins to casually shrug off his jacket, allowing it to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more.
After hopping into the ring HENNY jogs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a mocking kiss into the crowd as high pitched jeers rainout from a large contingent of the Pro Wrestling NEO faithful. As the music slowly fades, HENNY hops off the turnbuckle backwards into the ring and struts to his corner, making himself comfortable on the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin.
DING! DING!!
The match bell rang and immediately the crowd was behind Blaise Fader. HENNY looked around as the crowd sung her name in unison. He looked...insulted especially when he saw the hookers he had in the audience singing along. He pointed them out, yelling at them, but soon enough, he felt Blaise’s hand on his shoulder. He spun around with a grossed out noise, telling her to stay back unless he gives consent. Blaise explains to him that the bell had rung and she could have taken him down. She thought it polite to tell him to watch his booty.
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Yeah, protect your butt, HENNY, there be warriors out there.”
JIN FUMEI: “Warriors?”
CERES BENTON: “Don’t ask, Jin.”
HENNY gave Blaise a bewildered look before shoving her back a few steps. Blaise snickered and told him to do it again if he feels right about it. HENNY obliged and shoved her again, this time, she was standing still. HENNY scoffed and went in for another attempt. He stopped mid-way through and thumped Blaise right in the eye. The referee on hand, Morgan Hughes, came in to tell him to watch it. HENNY put up his hands before going back on the attack. He kicked Blaise in the gut and hit a quick Snapmare. He sized Blaise up and brought his feet into the back of her head with a dropkick.
Taking a step back, HENNY looked down at Blaise and jumped up. His knee crashed down her chest and he kept himself there. He pointed to the hookers on the side, chiding them for their presence after he told them not to be there. Hughes told HENNY to get off Blaise and he said that he was going to--he had a match to win. When he got up, he gave Blaise a swift kick to the head to the chagrin of the crowd. Not one to care for the opinion of the audience, HENNY walked over and pressed his foot on Blaise’s neck before lifting his whole weight onto her with the support of the ropes. Hughes came over to start the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
HENNY antagonized the referee by counting with him until reminding him that the five count was a thing. Blaise began to get up, coughing roughly as she did, and HENNY smashed her face into the mat with a facebuster. He turned her over and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
JIN FUMEI: “It seems that NEO has an assortment of dastardly individuals. We saw Bateman use his wit to get the win over the much larger KAIJU. HENNY, on the other hand, continues to poke fun at Morgan Hughes and the audience, especially those women over there.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks, Jin.”
JIN FUMEI: “I...I will not begin to validate that with a response, Elizabeth.”
HENNY was instructing Hughes on how to properly count while Blaise got up. HENNY went and put his foot on the small of her back, preventing her from getting up properly--not until he was done with his class. Blaise didn’t care much for the lecture and used her strength to push off the ground. HENNY tried to go back with another kick but Blaise caught his foot. When she got up to a standing base, she let go of his leg and hit him in the chest with a Knife Edge Chop. HENNY reeled from the loud chop, holding his chest with a hiss.
Blaise brought him back up for another chop. HENNY’s reaction was a bit worse but Blaise merely picked him up and dropped him onto her knee with a gutbuster. The air in HENNY’s lung flushed out as he tried to get back to his feet. Blaise went off the ropes and caught him with a sliding clothesline! She went for the cover right after.
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Blaise got up and brought HENNY to his feet. Back on her shoulders, he went as Blaise ran for the corner for a Snake Eyes. HENNY got from the precarious position and shoved Blaise into the turnbuckle. He tried to go for a School Boy but Blaise wouldn’t go. Instead, she reached down and dragged him through her legs to a standing position. She hit him with a clothesline, sending him into the nearby turnbuckle. HENNY’s face told the tale of someone who was confused about weight distribution as he slumped in the corner. Blaise silenced those thoughts with the Rock’n Rolla (Cannonball Senton)!
HENNY fell out of the corner, his face hitting the mat.
CERES BENTON: “He looks a bit dead.”
ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Blaise got too much hip for him.”
JIN FUMEI: “Or it’s the fact that his head just bounced off that bottom turnbuckle at a high speed. He was trying to get up before Blaise caught him.”
Blaise had HENNY up and dropped him with an Exploder Suplex. Fancy in nature, she kept the bridge, getting some clapping out of the technical fans in the audience.
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