Thursday 24th June, 2010.
Theme Song: "Superstar Part 2 (The World of Egos and Thieves)" - Stuck Mojo
Pyro explodes around the inside of the Spokane Arena as another episode of GEW Chaos kicks off! We cut right to the action with the first match.
:Carly Mitchell:
Smoke floods in front under the stage for a second as "Dancing Through Sunday" starts to play. As the music really kicks in fireworks go off around the stage and Kara Foster runs out from backstage. Kara heads down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans on her way down. She then runs, sliding under the ropes into the ring before rolling up to her feet. Kara looks around at the fans with a grin on her face before running and jumping up on to the second rope and holding her arms up. Kara jumps down and runs across the ring, leaping on to the second rope on the other side doing the same thing before jumping down ready for the match to begin.
:Carly Mitchell:
Hinder's "Heaven Sent" comes over the speakers, accompanied by fireworks and a swirl of blue and green lasers. Full of energy, jumping and hopping around like a firecracker, comes Luke Snyder.
:Carly Mitchell:
Luke runs out from a section of the stands and interacts with the fans as he heads down to the ring, pulling the crowd into his every move.
:Carly Mitchell:
Luke slides into the ring, still chatting to the fans and blowing kisses.
:Carly Mitchell:
The lights drop down, and a myriad of varying shades of purple lights fill the arena. The tron lights up and a voice fills the air.
We're fighting without a reason
A guitar riff kicks in, quickly followed by drums, which ityself is followed by a screeching, gutteral voice. A single spotlight shines on the entrance way. A small figure soon fills the spotlight as the verse kicks in.
How did we get this far
:Carly Mitchell:
The purple lighting begins to pulse and blackout with the music, and a calmer, cleaner voice takes over. And the hooded female raises her hands to the hood, clenching it on the sides.
Save
Just as the calmer lines end, she throws the hood back, and sweeps her arms back with the fore and middle fingers extended, until they are down and behind her in a wing like pose, this causes a series of an arch of sparks to explode from each side of the ramp.
:Carly Mitchell:
We're fighting without a reason
Nikki Tallin begins to make her way down the ramp, making her way down one side and tagging the hands of fans and switching side half way. She makes it to the apron and slings herself up onto the apron and casts her eyes around.
:Carly Mithchell:
We have to end the hate
She stays put on the apron for a moment, down on one knee before grabbing ahold of the top rope and pulling herself to her feet, she crosses to one of the ring posts and climbs up, planting one leg on the top buckle. The soft word kick in again and the lights begin to get darker for a moment.
Save
:Carly Mitchell:
We're fighting without a reason
Nikki throws her arms back as the chorus kicks in and the lights pick back up again. She stays in the pose for only a second or tow before jumping into the ring, where she taunts and plays to the fans for a moment before her music dies away.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Triple Threat Match
ONE!
TWO-
No! Nikki powers out.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Nikki is quickly back to her feet and she and Luke exchange rights until Luke ducks one of Nikki's blows, and sends her over the top rope. She lands on the apron and Luke goes to hit her but she hits him in the gut. Before she can make a move, Kara hits a dropkick on Luke which knocks him back into Nikki, sending her toppling down to the mat below. Kara then takes Luke and hits him with a high impact tornado DDT. She hooks his legs.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Back in the ring, Kara continues beating down Luke. Nikki starts to recover and she begins to slide into the ring, until Kara notices and takes her back out with a baseball slide dropkick. As she turns around Luke is back up and he hits her with a hard right hand. He then sends her to the ropes and plants her with a hard powerslam. He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No! She throws a shoulder up.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Luke looks a little aggravated as he picks Kara up. He sends her to the turnbuckle. He charges but Kara moves out of the way. Luke runs sternum first into the turnbuckle and as he staggers out, Kara hits him with a running spinning heel kick! She stalks him as he rises, and hits him with a backbreaker. She covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
NO! Nikki breaks up the pin!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Nikki hoists Kara up and whips her to the ropes. She then hits Kara with a drop toe hold and she ascends the ropes. She poses for a minute and hits her with a double rotation moonsault! She covers!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
No! Luke pulls her off! Nikki gets up and stares him down. She goes for a slap - but Luke catches her hand and hits her with The Angel of Mercy! He then lifts her up and throws her out of the ring and covers Kara.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
:Carly Mitchell:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Maximus_Ordicus is seen sitting on the hood of a red Porsche in the parking garage. He has a serious expression on his face as he begins to speak.
:Maximus_Ordicus:
Max stands up and motions for the camera man to spin around slowly. The camera man does so and you can see all of the cars in the area. They probably belong to some of your favorite GEW superstars. After the camera man does so he centers Max back on your screen.
:Maximus_Ordicus:
Max smiles a half smile then, becomes serious again.
:Maximus_Ordicus:
With that the camera feed fades as we go into commercial.
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We return to see the fans cheering raucously.
:Carly Mitchell:
Black fog completely engulfs the enterance stage. Projected on the smoke are red flames and writing in cursive slowly writes across the middle of the flames in blue letters with gold trim reading 'Ruining the Competition'.
ARE YOU READY?
:Carly Mitchell:
YA THINK YOU CAN TELL HIM WHAT TO DO?
:Carly Mitchell:
At this time, the camera centered on the ramp, Maximus_Ordicus bursts through the fog and its projected flames holding his arm high with his hand in a fist.
BREAK IT DOWN!
:Carly Mitchell:
DEGENERATE INTO SOMETHING, FOOL
Methodically he walks down to the ring as a picture of a rainy night with a full moon appears on the titantron with the small film moving in elasped time. He pauses, to glance at the fans, smiling slightly - and Draven whacks him over the back of the head with a chair!
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The music stops and the bell rings as Draven begins pounding away on Max, dropping the big man to his knees.
Falls Count Anywhere
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Draven locks Max's arms up, clearly looking for his signature double arm DDT. However, Max swings around, breaking the hold, and sends Draven flying into the security rail. The gothic figure's back and shoulders clang against the steel painfully.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Draven runs towards Max again, but Max catches him and swings him into the barrier once again. He stands slowly, shaking his head, then grabs Draven by the hair and pulls him over to the middle of the ramp. He lifts Draven up, and then slams him right back down.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Max pulls Draven's long black coat over his head, and whips him with it, then lifts him over his shoulder.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Max smacks Draven in the head, then walks up the ramp. He breaks into a jog, then a run, until finally he throws Draven into the entrance gate. The smaller man backs out in a daze. Max grabs him again and swings him around, but Draven hits the breaks and uses the giant's own momentum to throw Maximus off the low stage and down into the technicians' area!
:Stevie Howard:
Max is lying in the wreckage of a table, with wires coiled over him.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Max rolls onto one side as Draven hops down. The face-painted competitor grabs a piece of machinery and walks across to Draven, and proceeds to wail on the downed star with it.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Draven slams the bow broken item into Max again, again and again. He pauses to catch his breath, then brings it down hard with both hands... but Max's arms shoot up, and he grapples Draven around the wrist! Draven, taken by surprise, doesn't get his wherewithal back in time to stop Maximus from slamming the electronic device back into Draven's skull! As the clang resounds, Ordi stands up. A line of blood is dripping down his face, and he looks seriously steamed.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Draven reaches out and plants a huge hand on top of Draven's head. He yanks the man in close, then lifts him up straight. He slams a reverse knife edged chop into Draven's chest, then lifts the man up and drops him against the unforgiving concrete in a snap suplex! To follow that up, he Irish whips him into the side of the stage.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Max drags Draven away from the wreckage, letting the technicians to try and salvage everything. He drags Draven through a curtain to a backstage corridor, and tosses him down the hall.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Draven pulls himself up on a chair. But Max is right up behind him, and shoves Draven off. However, Draven starts fighting back. The two men trade punches, not looking where they're going, and collapse through a door. The camera follows.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Various workers scatter as the two men brawl. Draven grabs a tray of food and lifts it above his head, letting the plate clatter to the floor, and smacks it into Draven's face. He then shoves his opponent towards the serving area. Draven hits the tray rack, and the force of it rolls him onto the sneezeguard momentarily. Max comes in for the kill - and Draven punches him. Max is sent reeling back.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Draven drops a fork. Max's face is bleeding even worse now, and the pain causes him to double over. Draven turns and, with a roar, pulls a rack of plates off the stand, then smashes it over Maximus' back sending broken china everywhere.
:Stevie Howard:
Draven grabs a tray with hollows for knives, forks and spoons. He turns the tray upside down, emptying all the cutlery onto the floor. Finally, he pulls the doubled over Max towards himself and wraps both arms up in position for the Dravem Drop!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Draven lifts - but the much heavier Max drops back down and sends Draven overhead in a back body drop! Draven's back crashes into a table, and he spasms.
:Stevie Howard:
Max slams a heavy forearm into Draven's chest, but before he can do anymore damage, Draven snakes out a hand a grabs a paper cup. He whips it up into Max's face, and steam lifts up as Maximus meets hot coffee!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Max staggers back, trying to clear his eyes, and Draven pulls himself to a standing position on the table. He leaps off - and Max catches him! He swings the man around and up into a suplex hold - and wasting no time, promptly drops Draven on his head... right into the pile of cutlery Draven himself had strewn on the floor!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Draven is bleeding now, too. Max pushes him off the pile onto the floor, and makes the cover. The referee dives in and counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Max half steps, half falls to the side, then sinks to one knee. Officials rush up, ready to treat his cut and check for further concussion. He barely seems to register them, just staring down at Draven with a cold stare.
:Carly Mitchell:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
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:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
We cut to a shot of... the parking lot?! Yet, instead of seeing cars slamming into wrestlers, we see a large half-red, half-multicolored tent outside. The tent covers a variety of things. There's a popcorn machine, a faux bar complete with glasses, cups and drinks, a black and red grill, a table with four chairs around it, a Youthful Image jukebox, a black high backed throne, several black iron candle holders and several black uniformed figures standing all around the tent.
:Stevie Howard:
"Staring at the Sun" starts blaring over the outdoor speaker system.
Maybe life is like a ride on the freeway!
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
A bunch of fans start gathering around the set. The camera zooms in as "Wild Wolf" Wilde Tanke makes his way through the newfound crowd, slapping hands and trading comments. When Wilde gets to the edge of the fans, several of the GEW stagehands hastily put a series of guard rails in front of the fans, enabling Wilde to jump over the guard rail. He makes his way to the tent, where another, sexier female stage hand hands him a microphone. Wilde turns to greet the fans. Wilde Tanke has on a dark blue YI tank top, jeans, and Air Jordan sneakers. The ideal shoes for illegal gambling!
:Wilde Tanke:
Wilde happily drinks in the fans cheers as he finds a bottle of water to down. Wilde then continues.
:Wilde Tanke:
More cheering at the mention of the word 'free.' Are the fans cheapskates or freedom lovers?
:Wilde Tanke:
She walks out, following about the same path as Wilde did, exchanging high fives and hugs to lucky fans as she goes. She's dressed in her street clothes, short shorts and a tie up blouse, and she seems to enjoy the comments she gets. Soon she clears the masses and turns, waving to them happily before moving to Wilde's side.
:Faline Reynolds:
The fans pop. The opening notes to Nueroticfish's Prostitute blare as a black stretch Hummer roll up to the side of the parking lot. The passenger side door opens and out slides Sah'ta Thor in a black business suit with his rune carved purpleheart wood walking staff. He walks towards the tent then turns and bows towards the crowd.
:Sah'Ta Thor:
Thor stops to smirk as he looks out over the fans before turning to look at his guest. Some guy in his sixties, with greased up black hair, a black motorcycle jacket, and an "I jumped a shark back in the 1970's and all I got was this kickass jacket" t-shirt gives him a toothy smile and two thumbs up.
:Sah'Ta Thor:
Faline looks sharply at Thor and seems to fidget just a bit. She then smirks.
:Faline Reynolds:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Before Thor can say anything, "She is my Sin" starts up and through the crowd walks Velvet Grey in her grey leather corset and skirt. Behind her walk a pair of grey hooded robed figures. She gets to the tent and looks to Faline with a wink before giving her brother a look of disapproval.
:Velvet Grey:
Faline can't help but broaden that smirk a little more. She turns to Velvet with her own wink.
:Faline Reynolds:
Velvet laughs as she looks to Faline and steps towards the other woman.
:Velvet Grey:
:Wilde Tanke:
:Sah'Ta Thor:
Wilde looks down at his feet, self consciously scratching his neck.
:Wilde Tanke:
While Thor and Wilde had been talking, Velvet had moved to Faline's side and is now in the middle of whispering something into her ear while slowly running her hands over the "Claws of YI"'s body. Velvet slides her hands up and down the other woman's back. Thor looks over and then blinks before looking back to Wilde.
:Sah'Ta Thor:
Wilde turns towards the grill.
:Wilde Tanke:
:Sah'Ta Thor:
Wilde turns and calls for some assistance offstage.
:Wilde Tanke:
:Sah'Ta Thor:
Thor turns to grill with a smirk as he tries to see who will come out to grill his steak.
:Sah'Ta Thor:
But it isn't a grill master that'll be doing it so much as a grill mistress. A long Hummer rolls up, nearly but not quite hitting Thor's own limo. On the door? The fancy red and blue metallic logo for "New Attitude Entertainment." Out of the Hummer steps 6'2" of power and sex appeal in the form of "Wildfire" Rebecca Tanke! She's got a chef's hat on. Wilde walks over, giving his big sister a high five and a quick hug.
:Wilde Tanke:
He looks over towards his young student.
:Wilde Tanke:
Faline is involved in a dance with Velvet, her hands caressing the other woman's sides and ass. She turns as Wilde mentions her name.
:Faline Reynolds:
:Rebecca Tanke-Grubb:
:Faline Reynolds:
:Wilde Tanke:
:Rebecca Tanke-Grubb:
Faline looks angry.
:Faline Reynolds:
Wilde and Rebecca look at her oddly, then they both go "awwww."
:Wilde Tanke:
:Rebecca Tanke-Grubb:
The two are obviously only teasing, but Faline scowls.
:Faline Reynolds:
:Sah'ta Thor:
:Faline Reynolds:
Velvet meanwhile had bitten the side of Faline neck while pulling her into the tent. Faline smirks at Thor as she is dragged away. You soon hear giggles coming from the tent.
:Faline Reynolds:
Wilde looks over at the tent.
:Wilde Tanke:
Wilde shakes that off and turns towards Thor.
:Wilde Tanke:
:Sah'Ta Thor:
The pair of still-hooded figures move to the side of the set while Thor looks knowingly to the tent where giggles are heard.
:Velvet Grey:
Wilde grimaces, then pretends to ignore it.
:Wilde Tanke:
:Sah'Ta Thor:
:Wilde Tanke:
Wilde turns and goes to prepare the grill, notices the women doing unspeakable things to each other, than turns back to Thor, making a face.
:Wilde Tanke:
We hear Faline's voice from the tent.
:Faline Reynolds:
As this bit of conversation is heard the two cloaked figures move to stand in front of Wilde and Thor and before either man can react, they snap kick the mens' jaws! As both men stagger back the cloaked figures allow their hoods to fall back to reveal Thor's daughter, Astryd Thorn, and her protege Athena. They start pounding on Rebecca, who fights back but is obviously outnumbered.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
He doesn't even get her name out before there's another burst of activity, as Jay Neilson and Tommy Rogue arrive on the scene, ready to kick some butt. They immediately attack Astryd and Athena, driving them back and off the set.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The last thing we see is the camera zooming in on Wilde, who's holding his jaw, looking at Thor.
:Wilde Tanke:
We cut to a lounge area backstage to see Chelsea Reed, James Magnum-Reed, Tony Harrison and La Sombra Oscura, who have apparently been watching the action on a monitor. James and Chelsea share a glance, then James turns to share a look with Tony as Chelsea's eyes dart back to the screen.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
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The house lights go down, and the opening bars of "Adrenaline" By Gavin Rossdale sounds throughout the arena.
You don't feel the pain!
Echoes as Carly talks.
:Carly Mitchell:
Blue spotlights focus onto the entryway, which has been filled with smoke when the lights were done..
Too much is not enough
Jay strides through the smoke, slapping hands with the fans who reach out to him. The stoplights follow, and he makes sure to at least acknowledge the few fans hardcore enough to actually be wearing reproductions of his mask. Despite that, he seems hesitant about this match.
Point of no return
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard:
Jay climbs into the apron and wipes his feet as is traditional and then springboards over the top rope flipping into the ring nimbly, showing off some of his athleticism. He climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the sky and then doing a back flip off of it before repeating the gesture on the other side of the ring.
Adrenaline keeps me in the game
You don't feel the pain!
The song fades as Jay crouches in the ring, waiting eagerly for Faline, his opponent for the night, to show. He doesn't show the same eagerness as usual, though. His music dies away, leaving time for an ominous pause before Faline's entrance. The music blaring over the PA system starts with a screech and a lion's roar, followed by "Welcome to the Jungle," Guns and Roses edition.
Welcome to the jungle
Faline walks down to the ring with the same sense of purpose as always. She's alone this time. No manager of any type.
And you're a very sexy girl
In the jungle
:Carly Mitchell:
She's dressed for wrestling, and her mind's obviously on the hard task ahead. She steps up to the ring then steps and into the ring, takes a neutral corner, and stares down Jay, ready for the fight of her life.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Well.. not quite true. Jay and Faline stare each other down from the opposite side of the ring. Neither looks too anxious to be in the match.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: The bell rings. Several seconds, and they've yet to make a move to tie up.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: And we cut to a couple commercials for how to secure GEW's upcoming PPV event, Payback, in your area. Exciting stuff. By the time we're back, Jay has secured a tentative side headlock on Faline.
Singles Match
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Faline tries to shoot Jay off of him. She succeeds without having to make much of an effort. Jay turns around, lightning quick. Faline goes for another tie up. Jay "accepts." Before they make actual contact, he spins behind her in a quick motion into a reverse waist lock on Faline. Faline looks startled for a second, and tries to throw a few elbows at Jay, who dodges them easily, then uses an amateur wrestling move to drive her to the mat. Faline hits the mat but instantly turns and twists in an attempt to escape the hold.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Both wrestlers get to their feet, with Faline daring Jay to show her a little fight and heart.
:Stevie Howard: Jay's cheeks seem to turn a slight bit redder. He rushes at her. She rushes at him. And just like one of those romantic movies, they meet in the middle. Only as they meet, Jay snaps off that picture perfect arm drag that Dave loves, and Faline ends up slammed on her back.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: He stands back, however, to let her regain her balance on her own. Realizing he failed to follow up, Faline glares at him. Jay just shrugs and rushes at her for another tieup. Faline's response is to drop slightly and punch him directly in the gut! That takes Jay by surprise, and the flurry of shots Faline pours on him after does him no favors, either. He's forced back into the corner. Faline literally seems to dance back now, yelling at him, "Bring it or get your ass kicked, Jay!"
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Jay holds his jaw after Faline's ferocious assault, then looks up at her. You can see that his temper is about to get the best of him.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Jay just smiles.
:Jay Nielson: Jay assumes a fighter's stance and approaches Faline, who raises an eyebrow. He swings but she ducks. Another swing, and she again ducks. This time, she follows the duck up with a haymaker of her own that connects! With Jay stunned, it's an easy thing to simply bring a knee up and slam it into his midsection. Looking to keep it basic, Faline slams Jbird to the mat, and stomps hard down on his shoulder. She aims another kick at him, but he rolls to the side and grabs her leg. He flips her back as he stands up, waits on her to scamper to her feet, and executes - and nails - a perfect drop kick that sends her back! Faline gets up, snarling, and rushes at him, only to fall to a spinning heel kick!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: Jay pulls her to her feet, his eyes still bugling.
:Jay Nielson: With that, Jay leaps up, hardly bothering to bend his knees at all, and nails her with another picture perfect move. This time, it's a flying headscissors takedown. Faline tries to get up, but Jay pulls her backwards, causing Faline to land on her back. Looking to slow down the pace, Jay pulls her up to a sitting position and cranks in the reverse chinlock. It isn't long before Faline starts fighting the hold. She forces her way to her knees, forcing Jay to turn the submission into a side headlock. Faline tries to shoot Jay off, but he holds on tight to the move. Faline goes to another tactic, slamming her elbows into Jay's rib.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Jay breaks the hold, but stays on the offense, hooking his arm under hers and trying for an arm drag. Faline, however, has enough energy to block it. Jay tries again, but again, she blocks. After the second block, she goes for a big time clothesline - which Jay ducks under! He turns around, and instinctively blocks a kick from Faline. He goes to slam his elbow into Faline's leg, but Faline counters with a quick punch before he can. Seeking to build momentum, Faline tries for a body slam. JBird shows his agility nicely by sliding up and over her back. He grabs her waist and tries to pull it and her backwards for a rollup, but Faline shifts her weight forward to block it. Jay, being named after a bird, simply changes the path of his flight. In other words, he simply shoots her forward and into the ropes.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Faline simply holds onto the ropes. Jay loses his grip as he falls back, but manages to roll backwards, doing a flip and lands on his feet. Faline turns and rushes at him with a clothesline, which he ducks. She spins a round as he goes for a drop kick, but she manages to sidestep it. Jay hits the mat, but again rolls with the fall, allowing him to spring to his feet before she can capitalize on him being down. The two face off, with her in a classic boxer's stance, and Jay crouched over low in a more armature wrestler 'ready for action' position.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Faline throws her hands up into the air, then rushes in, catching Jay with a drop kick. Jbird staggers back. Faline slams him to the mat and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Nope! Kickout from Jay. Faline pulls him up and slams him down again. This time, however, he reverses it into a small package rollup!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Not this time, either.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: Both wrestlers try to get up before the other can get the advantage. Jay's up first, and rushes at Faline for a clothesline. She ducks and hooks his arm to counter with a backslide! Jay fights it, forcing her to work every step of the way. When she finally does get him down, he immediately kicks out!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Jay stands up. Faline stays kneeled over and sweeps his legs from under him. She then grabs his leg, and hooks him in a grapevine. You can literally hear surprise gasps coming out of the crowd.
:Stevie Howard: Jay screams in agony as Faline shows strong basic skills, tweaking, pulling and working over that leg of his. He immediately twists and turns his body. Faline, however, has the hold on tight.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Jay attempts to kick at Faline a few times, but can't quite seem to connect with enough force to let her go. His attempts to roll the two over end in similar failure. However, with a second, then a third massive effort, and at the expense of great pain to himself, he's finally able to drape his arm over the ropes. As soon as Faline realizes the referee is calling for a break, she lets go and backs off.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Faline notices Jay's already obvious limp, walks over, staying on his blind side, and kicks the leg hard! He winces and doubles before forcing his way to his feet. With a grim and set face, Faline walks over and kicks the knee out from under him again. This time, Jbird does a 360 as a result of the kick, landing on his back and neck.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Faline, anxious to get it over with, pulls Jay up and goes to the kick again. This time, however, Jay leaps up at the last second! Faline's momentum causes her to nearly lose her balance even as Jay's leap takes him upwards. Shifting his good leg, he manages to springboard off the nearby ropes, coming at Faline and nailing her with a spinning kick midair! Needless to say, the fans light up with the spectacular move!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: Both wrestlers are down. A replay shows the precision control required by Jay to pull the counter off, and the impact his bad leg makes with the kick to Faline. Alas, it might be an ill timed replay. Right as it's shown, the crowd, on the live part of the screen, is booing intensely as Ichiro Tanaka makes his way out and starts down the ramp.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: He's got a determined, sick look in his face, and a steel pipe in his hands.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Ichiro's barely taken half a dozen slow, methodical steps when Wilde Tanke rushes out from behind him, nailing him with a forearm and sending the pipe flying out of Ichiro's hands! Wilde continues to pound him. Ichiro turns around and fires back. Wilde trades blows with him for several seconds.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: Wilde takes Ichiro and whips him hard into the entranceway. Wilde follows up, nailing Ichiro with several lefts that send Ichiro staggering backstage. Wilde follows, but you can already see the mass of security guards and officials ready to separate the two as the fight vanishes backstage. Meanwhile, in the ring, Jbird has just nipped up to his feet, while Faline has pulled herself up via the ring ropes.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Faline measures Jay up for a spear. He leapfrogs over it and uses his forward momentum to carry himself towards the corner. Faline stops herself before she can go face first into the turnbuckle. As she's stopping herself, Jay manages to scamper to the far corner and start ascending the turnbuckle.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Indeed. As Faline turns around, ready for some more action, Jbird leaps off the top rope with his patented missile drop kick! But...
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: The action in the ring, then a quick replay from a different angle, show Faline starts to wander towards Jay. She sees him coming, however, and falls back! Both the live take and instant replay show Jay crashes, alright. But not in the way he wanted. Back in real time, Faline has perched herself on the ropes.
:Stevie Howard: She leaps off with unbelievable intensity! However, as she does, Jbird ducks!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Despite that, Faline either anticipated a counter or reacts with veteran like reflexes, twisting her body and coming away with a sunset flip! Our referee is down to count it.
ONE!
Two!
Jay struggles to kick out..
But Faline just has him locked in too tight.
THREE!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: Crell ignores him as Faline stands up celebrating. She dances around the ring as "Welcome to the Jungle" starts playing.
:Carly Mitchell: She then turns to help Jay up, but he pulls his hand away. He looks rather cross at first. Faline's music dies down.
:Stevie Howard: Faline takes him to task over it, but he just stares into the distance. She finally turns, sighing, to leave him. He pulls himself to his feet, and pulls her around.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard: It takes him a few seconds, but Jay offers her a handshake, which she accepts. Faline then pulls him into a tight hug, giving him a grope on the rear as well. Jay then raises her hand in victory.
:Stevie Howard: :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: :Stevie Howard:
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
He takes a step forward.
:Tony Harrison:
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
:Nigel Havers:
Tony turns and glares at Nigel.
:Tony Harrison:
Nigel sighs.
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
:Nigel Havers:
:Tony Harrison:
Nigel pauses, frowning.
:Nigel Havers:
Tony rolls his eyes, and looks down at Nigel.
:Tony Harrison:
Nigel shrug. On that note, we're taken back to ringside. The lights in the arena dim down. White and red lights begin to flash slowly around the arena. The angelic violin from The "Bittersweet Symphony" begins to play, before suddenly bursting into "The End" by In Fear and Faith. Fog erupts from the ramp. A camera perches at the end of it and sees a dark figure. His back is turned and he has a warmup jacket on when the spotlight begin to flash on him. It reads "CREED", with a spiked cross impaling the second "E" is on the back. He turns around, the jacket undone. Sah'ta Thor steps out from behind him.
:Carly Mitchell:
Hold strong
:Carly Mitchell:
The men walk down the ramp at a slow and methodical pace. As Creed glares around the arena with a determined glance, Sah'ta keeps both eyes on the ring in front of him.
As I run from all that's left
Once Creed makes it to the ring he glances around and then slaps some of the hands of the fans lightly. He climbs up on the apron and turns his back to the ramp. Thor, of course, stops at ringside, standing there silently, arms crossed, almost daring someone to try to mess with him.
Don't look back there is nothing left
Creed suddenly turns around and flips his hair back from his face and looks around. He raises his arms and them drops them to his side and then turns to the ropes.
:Carly Mitchell:
I'm tired of running away
Swiftly he springs over the ropes, his feet a foot above the top set of ropes. He does a spin which transitions into a kneeling position into the middle of the ring.
Let me go as I am
He looks around with a small smirk. His music begins to fade and he stands up, taking his jacket off and going to his corner. The opening riffs of "American Z" blast through the speakers as Ichiro Tanaka slowly steps onto the entrance ramp. He is in direct contrast to the music, slow and calculating against the speedy and chaotic sounds. He smiles at the crowd as he walks towards the ring, though they are not fooled by the cheerful face.
:Carly Mitchell:
He slides into the ring, that smile still upon his face, waving out into the crowd as the boos rain down upon him. He walks to the middle of the ring and gives the crowd a nice little bow before retreating to his corner, waiting for the match to begin.
:Carly Mitchell:
The upbeat power chords of the Ramones begins to rake across the speakers as the crowd noisily responds.
Twenty-twenty-twenty four horus to go, I wanna be sedated
Pyro EXPLODES at the top of the ramp, bathing the entire area in a bright orange glow and creating a solid wall of flame at the top of the ramp. Suddenly Flare and Loki charge out of the flames, ready for action. The two wrestlers are clad in matching outfits of longcoats, long tights, and elbow pads in blue for Loki and orange for Flare.
:Carly Mitchell:
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Flare races towards the ring, slapping hands and jawing constantly with the fans as Loki follows behind at a more leisurely pace, looking around with a crazed expression. Wilde stalks down after them, in no particular rush to steal the spotlight.
:Carly Mitchell:
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
:Carly Mitchell:
The two wrestlers both climb to opposite turnbuckles and to tandem backflips into the ring. Both face the crowd, Loki standing behind Flare. Flare spins in place and falls to one knee, snapping his hands to the side and throwing his head back and shouting. Loki beats his chest, screaming at the top of his lungs. Wilde watches the two from the outside with that trademark poker face of his. No emotion at all.
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Tag Team Match
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Flare offers a hand to Creed, who ignores it and takes a poke at the Canadian. He jumps back out of the way - and offers it yet again. He gets the same result from Creed but after another dodging, he offers his hand yet a third time! All this time the crowd's cheers are slipping toward laughter.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Creed finally takes the hand of Flare - but then pulls him into a short lariat, knocking him to the mat. The Messiah turns and poses for the fans, hoping to bring them onto his side, while Flare kips to his feet and launches a standing drop kick into his back, sending him into the ropes.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Flare is quick to his feet after the move and closes on Creed only to run into a back kick from the big man which stops his advance. Creed then plants that foot and spins, smacking the back of his fist solidly into Flare's cheek. Creed hooks Flare up for a quick T-bone suplex, sending Flare towards his own corner - meaning Creed's own corner. Flare climbs slowly to his feet, only to be met by a wicked knife edged chop and a lariat from Ichiro Tanaka before Creed grabs him from behind, spins him around and suplexes Flare back out to mid ring.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Creed follows to where Flare has fallen and drops a knee into his back as the Canadian is rising from where he landed, sending him back to the canvas hard.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Flare's still down. Oliver Creed backs up a few inches, then drives his knee into Flare's head again. A couple fists and Flare's down and prone to be drug back towards the corner.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Creed pulls Flare up, as Wilde yells to Flare recover. Thor's on the outside, directing the traffic... or trying to. It's hard to tell if Creed and Ichiro are listening or not. Regardless, Creed props Flare in the corner and immediately starts choking the life out of him! The referee counts then physically forces Oliver Creed back. While the referee's back is turned, Ichiro takes several stiff shots at Flare. This causes the audience to start booing ferociously.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Flare starts fighting back, however, nailing Ichiro with back elbows and chops! Creed rushes around the referee, only to get his share of fists and elbows. Flare scoots out of the corner like it's a burning building. Or, to use a Flare reference, a Transnistria sex ring. He rushes toward his home corner and a waiting tag - only to be brought down hard by a tackle from Creed!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Creed grabs Flare's left leg and wraps his own around it, his hand gripping the foot and twisting with everything he's got. From the response of Flare it's obvious that this hold's hurting like hell! The sound of Flare in pain seems to bring a smile to both Creed and Ichiro. However, soon the chant of 'Let's go Flare!' starts rolling through the house, egged on by Wilde and Loki at ringside. Creed starts looking around, scowling.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Creed lets go of the hold and begins to drag Flare over to the ropes by the injured leg. He drapes the leg over the bottom rope and then stands on the knee, bouncing on it. We see in the background as Ichiro drops off the ring apron for a moment and disappears from the camera's view. Suddenly we see Loki disappear and he's down on the floor being beaten on by the Asian. Creed breaks before a five count but goes right back to the hold a second time. This time the ref pulls him off and starts to admonish him - while Flare tries to crawl toward his corner, now empty. The man who should be occupying it is at present down on the floor, but not for long as Ichiro pulls him up and executes a Battle Royale onto the hard concrete floor before leaving him and returning to his own corner. A Battle Royale, for those who don't know, is a crucifix powerbomb dropped into a neckbreaker. Executed on the outside of the ring, it'll shorten careers like snap.
:Stevie Howard:
Meanwhile Creed drops an elbow across that injured leg of Flare's and begins to drag him to the corner where Ichiro now waits. He vaults over the top rope and lands hard on the injured leg, causing Flare to howl and the boo birds to start singing again. The referee pulls Ichiro away since he's not the legal man - and while the ref is busy Thor reaches in, grabs Flare by that leg and drags him into the corner - and wangs the ring post with the leg hard! Wilde comes running, getting in Thor's face and dressing him down something fierce!
Loki:
:Stevie Howard:
Loki, meanwhile, has gotten back to his feet and is dashing around to launch a flying clothesline that hits Thor squarely, knocking him down. He then gets on top of the Thor, and sinks his teeth hard into the bridge of his nose! His clamor in coming over, and Thor's at having the Viking's choppers in his nose, alert the ref to the goings on outside the ring, and he soon has it broken up. However, as Wilde turns to return to his side of the ring Ichiro slips up behind him and nails him in the back of the head with a beautiful - if sneaky and underhanded - kick which sends Wilde forward into the guardrail before slumping to the floor. Ichiro has to pause afterwards, grasping his neck in agony!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Attentions return to the action in the ring, where Creed has Flare in the center, hooked into a single leg elevated Boston crab. Flare grits his teeth against the pain in his upper back as Creed takes great pleasure in putting all his weight into the hold. Flare grimaces - and the chant of "Go, Flare, go!" starts up, led by a stamping Loki who is just begging to get in the fray.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Flare gutchecks, and begins to slam his fist into Creed's shin. Creed growls and cinches in the hold again, almost making Flare scream. He steels himself again and throws a second punch - and a third. Again and again he strikes. Creed growls and lets go of the hold, trying to reach down and grab Flare - but he slips out before Creed can grab him and lunges for his corner.
:Stevie Howard:
There's a loud slap as Flare tags Loki who leaps to the top rope and then towards Creed with a flying double axe handle! Loki turns, throwing his arms wildly through the air rapidly. With his pale white skin, it looks a bit like a human snow storm. Loki literally throws himself into Creed with a body tackle! Ichiro slides into the ring and rushes Loki, who just bodyslams the Asian terror! Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Wilde Tanke finally starts to stir. Creed staggers up, and gets a reverse spin kick by Loki! Ichiro is holding his neck on the mat. Loki drops to his knees, and starts choking the life out of Ichiro! As soon as the ref moves in to break the hold, Loki lets go. He turns and kicks Oliver Creed in the midsection, then powers Creed through the air with a massive powerbomb!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Ichiro, still clutching his throat, rolls out of the ring - only to come face to face with Wilde! Thor rushes around the ring to back Ichiro up.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Loki sees Thor and Ichiro boxing Wilde in and reacts, leaving Creed to the pain he's already given him and climbing to the top rope - then diving off into the Immortal One, fists flying. At the same time Wilde charges Ichiro and throws a hard right into his face.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Faline Reynolds, Jay Nelson, Rebecca Tanke-Grubb and Shelly Hollins come rushing out as a group in order to defend their leader - but close on their heels is Velvet Grey and her Team Velvet - and following on her heels is the remainder of the Empire of Blood. There seems to be other wrestlers poised at the top of the entrance ramp ready to join in, but GEW security has stemmed the tide for the moment.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
The referee starts waving and the bell starts ringing incessantly while the members of YI, EoB, the Inmates, Ichiro and a few other wrestlers who decided to throw down fight all around the ring. It's basically pure chaos!
:Carly Mitchell:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
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We return to the arena to see Carly Mitchell standing in the ring.
:Carly Mitchell:
The intro from Army of Anyone's "Father Figure" plays for a few seconds before fading into a silence. The lights in the arena dim to a state of almost complete darkness as a growing echo takes over the sound system. A single blue strobe light pulsates with the vibrations, becoming stronger as the echo gets louder and as it reaches it's climax the house lights brighten slightly as Union Underground's "Natural High" kicks in.
"SUCH A NATURAL HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH"
Kameron Chase throws back the curtain and makes his way out onto the staging area; a smug grin on his face as he glances around the arena through his Aviators while the blue spotlight shines down on him.
Stevie Howard
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
:Carly Mitchell:
"I'm not your saviour; no fuckin' lie,
Naaaaaaaaaaatural (It's a natural) Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh (Such a natural), it's a..."
Raising his shades up onto his head Kameron starts down the ramp towards the ring at a relatively slow pace, absently slapping the hands of a couple of fans.
"Naaaaaaaaaaatural (It's a natural) Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh (Such a natural), it's a...
Swimming in a sea of a jealous tide wont wash your hate away,
Stevie Howard
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
As the instrumental takes over, he hops up onto the apron on one knee. Holding onto the middle rope, he takes one last glance around the arena before getting to his feet and climbing into the ring through the ropes.
:Carly Mitchell:
Kameron rounds Carly, making his way over to one of the corners
"Swimming in a sea of a jealous tide won't wash your hate away (Such a natural high)
Standing on the middle rope in the corner, Kameron points a finger out at the crowd surrounding him, muttering inaudible words.
:Carly Mitchell:
He slaps his chest, nods his head and then jumps down from the turnbuckle, taking off his shades and handing them to the referee as he jumps up and down on the spot, ready for his match. The arena lights dim as the name "Bucky Skyler" appears on the tron, and the sounds of eerie guitar riffs begin to play as "Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest starts to play.
What's that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near
Bucky steps out with the Omega title around his waist as he looks out at the fans who now boo him. He smirks as he slowly makes his way down the ramp as they continually boo him, he walks around the ring and steps up onto the ring steps and stands before the ring post as he looks around at the fans in the arena.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
:Stevie Howard:
Not to mention that son of a bitch cost Mark Chapman the world title! Kameron is going to make him paayyy... just you wait. Bucky has just been douchebag express for the past while and normally - normally I approve of this kind of behaviour, but he's picking the wrong damn targets and going too far. What he did to Maria was just beyond the pale.
Carly Mitchell:
Bad Dreams come true, I make them for you.
Carly Mitchell:
He walks his way up onto the ring apron and makes his way over to the other ring post, which he walks up. At the top takes off the Omega title and hangs it from his hand as he takes in the wave of camera flashes and chorus of boos from the fans.
Out of time, so say goodbye
Bucky enters the ring and he hands the title over to the ref, then walks over to the ring ropes and leans onto the ropes and exchanges words with the fans before turning toward his corner and standing there stretching certain muscles while he eyes Kameron Chase. The fans cheer wildly for Chase as he steps back into the ring, and he blinks a little at the positive attention, still new to him before he focuses on Bucky.
Omega Championship
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Knowing full well how dangerous his opponent is, Bucky Skyler wastes no time in blasting Kameron with an elbow. Kameron fires back with a shot of his own, and the crowd quickly works into a frenzy as the two men just start hammering on one another. Bucky gets rocked back by a hard right, but as Kameorn steps in to further his attack, Bucky quickly takes Kameron down with an arm drag.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Kameron is back on his feet, and Bucky smirks, jawing at Kameron. Forcibly calming himself, Kameron approaches Bucky and snakes out with a side kick, which Bucky blocks. Catching Kameron's leg, Bucky hauls Kameron in and slaps him in the face!
OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!
:Stevie Howard:
Uhh... Bucky? Not a good idea.
It wasn't. Kameron pivots on the leg, and NAILS Bucky upside the head with an enzuigiri! Bucky crumples to the ground, and Kameron is on him in an instant, beating his face in. The referee tries to drag Kameron off, who takes the hint and hauls a stunned Bucky and wraps him up in an arm ringer. Hopping to the top turnbuckle, Kameron shows his agility as he scampers across the top rope, and then bounces off, catching Bucky in a flipping neckbreaker on the way down!
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
:Stevie Howard:
Smart boy - Bucky has the advantage going into this match and Kameron needs to control the pace and not let Bucky get on top of him during moments of rage.
Kameron drops down for a pin, but Bucky kicks out before the ref can even begin a count, and he bails to the outside! Boos start to rain down as Bucky takes a quick break, obviously frustrated as Kameron watches him like a cat from the inside of the ring. Spying his opportunity, Kameron runs the ropes, and charges hard at Bucky, looking for a baseball slide... but Bucky turns and pulls up the ring apron! Kameron gets caught in the ring apron mid-move, and Bucky starts hammering on the challenger. The referee leans out, trying to get Bucky to back off.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Bucky keeps hammering on Kameron, and finally throws up the ring apron to drag his opponent out beside the ring. Inside of the ring, the ten count has started. Booting Kameron in the gut, Bucky sets him up for a powerbomb, butterflies his arms, and DRIVES HIM INTO THE GROUND WITH A TIGER BOMB!
:Stevie Howard:
Holy crap, you'll forget your dad after that one!
A quick replay shows Kameron flying down onto the pathetically thin padding outside of the ring. Bucky smirks, and rolls into the ring.
FOUR!
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
FIVE!
:Stevie Howard:
Eh, can't fault his logic. Why bother killing himself trying to take out Kameron? It's a chickenshit move, but it works.
SIX!
Kameron groans out as several fans cheer for him to get back into the ring.
SEVEN! Bucky slumps dramatically against the top rope, and shakes his head a bit as if to clear it, still feeling the effects of the enzuigiri. Kameron reaches up blindly from the ground, grabs onto the ring apron, and hauls himself to his feet! With a lunge, he slides into the ring.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
And Bucky knows this. He flies in on Kameron with a few more clubbering forearms before he hauls the lanky wrestler to his feet, and dumps him overhead with a northern lights suplex! Rather than hanging on for the bridge, Bucky rolls to the side, and flips Kameron over once more for a another suplex. He still doesn't hold on, and this time he rolls back to his feet, and hurls Kameron into the turnbuckle with the final suplex!
:Stevie Howard:
SWEET! Uh, Bucky is still a dick - but SWEET!
Kameron flies backfirst into the turnbuckle and crumples down onto his head. Still fighting, he clings onto the middle rope, and pulls himself into a seated position. However, Bucky is in position and he runs in on Kameron BLASTING him with a low dropkick to the face! He covers the challenger.
ONE!
TWO!
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Kameron manages to throw up a shoulder, but Bucky is on him in an instant, hammering him with a forearm before he hauls Kameron up and traps him in a dragon sleeper. Bucky keeps his centre of gravity low as he crouches, Kameron trapped in the inverted headlock that slowly squeezes the life out of him.
:Stevie Howard:
Man, Bucky is just on tonight.
Initially, the dragon sleeper has opposite the intended effect as Kameron immediately starts flailing, trying to find an exit to the hold. He pulls for the ropes, but Bucky yanks him back, and clamps on the hold harder, which begins to do its insidious work.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
He finds it. As Bucky rises to adjust his grip, Kameron seizes an opportunity and twists around to face Bucky, grab a front waistlock, and dump the champion with a northern lights suplex! This one, he holds on for the pin.
ONE!
>TWO!
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Both men come to their feet, and Bucky charges for Kameron, only to get nailed with a hooking clothesline. As Bucky comes back up Kameron steps in, hauls him up, and PLANTS him on his knee with an STO into a backbreaker!
:Stevie Howard:
AWESOME! That'll knock the jackass right out of him.
Not bothering for a cover, Kameron tries to follow up on the damage to the back with several hard knees to Bucky's spine before he grabs onto the Champion's head and leg, effectively wrapping him across his knee in a bow and arrow lock. Kameron just wrenches on the hold, screaming at Bucky, who lets out an entirely different kind of scream.
:Stevie Howard:
Man, these so-called rest holds aren't really giving any respite. He's just wrenching on that mofo!
Kameron manages to elevate Bucky from the ground, pulling the heavier man across both knees as Kameron rolls onto his back. However, Bucky manages to shift a little, rolling Kameron onto his shoulders as Bucky is trapped in the hold!
ONE!
Kameron simply rocks onto his lower back as Bucky frantically tries to escape. Bucky shifts the weight again, moving Kameron onto his shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Kameron finally releases the hold to avoid further risk of getting pinned, and both men take a while to get on their feet. Kameron moves to a crouching position as Bucky lurches to his feet. Eyeing his prey, Kameron Chase pounces, leaps onto Bucky's back, and DOWNS HIM WITH A LUNGBLOWER! Bucky bounces right off of Kameron's knees, and lies still by the ropes.
:Stevie Howard:
Picture-perfect, that's how I like it!
Kameron then hauls up Bucky from the grounds, staring daggers into the stunned man before he puts him in a powerbomb position, flips him overhead, and drapes him over his back.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Bucky clings frantically to the ropes, preventing Kameron from dropping him on his head. Bucky actually manages to pull himself off of Kameron's back, and onto the ring apron.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Out on the ring apron, Bucky hauls himself to his feet and tries to throw a punch at Kameron who blocks the punch and grabs Bucky by the hair before tossing him into the ring! As Bucky stands up, Kameron snakes in behind him, locks him in a full nelson, and screams something out to the crowd. They respond in kind and Kameron whips Bucky overhead to drop him right on his damn head with a dragon suplex!
:Stevie Howard:
OOHHHHH!! We're getting a new champ! I can smell it!
A replay shows Bucky fly through the air, landing hard on his head and neck. Kameron stalks over to Bucky and lays in a hard stomp before he rolls him up for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
No! Somehow Bucky manages to twists a shouler off the canvas!
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
As Kameron hauls up Bucky, that second comes as Bucky drives a thumb into Kameron's eye. Holding onto his neck, he turns and slumps into the turnbuckle, fumbling madly with strings. He manages to hauls the turnbuckle half-off as Kameron clubs Bucky from behind and drags him to the middle of the ring.
:Stevie Howard:
I like an exposed turnbuckle as much as the next guy, but what the hell is Skyler trying to accomplish?
The referee, spying these uncalled-for shenanigans, moves in to try and secure the turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Kameron hauls Bucky back in an attempt to lock on a crossface and suplex the shit out of him. Bucky has other ideas, and promptly mule kicks Kameron in the groin.
:Stevie Howard:
AUUUGHHH! I felt that one!
Kameron doubles over as the crowd 'ohhhs' in sympathy, and Bucky uses the last of his strength the whip Kameron as hard as he can... into the turned back of the referee. Kameron smashes into the ref and collapses down, holding his family jewels. Bucky has crumpled in the process. To the ref, it looks like Kameron just ran himself into an official.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
:Stevie Howard:
WHAT?!
It's true. The bell rings. The crowd stares on in confusion as Bucky clutches his head, laughing weakly. Kameron is only starting to get an idea of what just happened.
Carly Mitchell
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The boos start raining down on Bucky as Kameron wearily gets to his feet, absolutely livid. Bucky has rolled out of the ring, and is clutching his title, laughing and pointing at Kameron.
:Stevie Howard:
That cheap son a bitch! I KNEW this should have been a deathmatch of some sort! Then we don't have this DQ bullshit.
Bucky backs up the ramp, still laughing... and the fans start cheering. Really loudly. He pauses, staring at Kameron and trying to figure out what the hell that doofus was doing to rile the crowd up. Then it hits him.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
Running down the ramp with an evil glint in his eyes comes Mark Chapman, plowing into Bucky Skyler from behind, holding something in his hand. Hauling Skyler to his feet, Mark Chapman rolls him into the ring and into the waiting hands of his cousin Kameron Chase. Kameron immediately grabs Bucky, flips him upside down, and DRILLS HIM WITH A KAMOKAZE!
:Stevie Howard:
...Okay, I feel better now.
Kameron Chase, with Bucky upended over his shoulders, jumps into the air, spins, and sits out hard, crushing Bucky beneath him. Bucky is now utterly loopy, which is good, because it makes life easier for Mark Chapman to fly through the air and CREAM him with a Sidewinder! Mark stands up and the two cousins high-five, then Mark whispers something to Kameron, who just laughs. Mark gestures for a microphone.
:Mark Chapman:
The response is overwhelming, and Mark drops the microphone, and holds up the small object... revealed to be a pair of clippers. Kameron is on Bucky in an instant, tying him up in a bodyscissors, rolling into a seated position so Mark can start shaving his head. Bucky is utterly out of it, his head lolled to one side from the dual finishers.
:Stevie Howard:
Hahahaha! I LOVE it!
With the precision of a brick, Mark Chapman gleefully buzzes off Bucky Skyler's short blonde locks. The crowd cheers wildly as Bucky starts to come to and realise what is being done to him. He immediately begins screaming and thrashing in the hold, but Mark simply backhands him, stunning Bucky for a second to finish the job.
Mick 'Crell' Crellin
With a more or less complete job, Mark switches off the buzzer, grabs a handful of hair, and shoves it into Bucky's mouth before Kameron releases the hold. Both men hop over the top rope, holding up pieces of Bucky's hair as their prize. In the ring, Bucky doubles over, coughing before he rages into a screaming fit. Kameron and Mark laugh from the ramp, blowing bits of hair from their fingers at Bucky.
:Stevie Howard:
We cut backstage to see General Manager and Oliver Queen and Senior Lawyer Dexter Sinister disussing something over a cup of coffee.
:Oliver Queen:
He looks up at the camera. Dexter frowns, and follows his gaze.
:Dexter Sinister:
The camera bobs a bit - almost exactly as if the cameraman was nodding - and turns away.
:Dexter Sinister:
As the cameraman leaves the room, the sounds of their conversation fade out. The image alights on the black clad form of La Sombra Oscura, prompting some boos from the fans. The shadowy fellow raises a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, then opens a door with a sign marked 'Private. Do Not Disturb.' He steps through it and closes it, after which we can hear a lock. The screen returns to ringside.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Carly Mitchell:
The entire arena is washed in sterile white light as the following words are spoken through the sound system:
Think of me as your unseen host and believe that, during your stay here, I shall be with you in spirit. May you find the answer that you seek. It is here, I promise you. And now, Auf Wiedersehen.
On the main screen is a grainy image of an old television test screen. After the initial dialogue the sound slips into "Icebreaker" by Skinny Puppy. As the jarring tune and guttural lyrics set in, the test screen fades and is instead replaced with a series of Rorschach ink blots. Each panel of ink blots at first looks innocuous, but soon slithers into the shadowy outlines of terrible scenes: a knife going through a head, a body with entrails spilling out before it, a bisected human torso, a figure whose face appears to be slipping off. Interspersed with the morphing inkblot tests are other images of rats flitting about in sewers and pictures of pleasant "whitebread" 1950's families whose members have no faces. The white lights are now accompanied by small red lights panning all over the arena that look like droplets of blood in contrasts with the white lights.
:Carly Mitchell:
The Engineer steps to the top of the ramp, his head ticking back and forth as he shoots the crowd paranoid, nervous glares and mutters to himself. He starts walking down the aisle at an awkward clip, stopping occasionally to snarl at members of the audience who try to reach out and touch him. Eventually he crawls in the ring, stalking along the ring apron.
:Carly Mitchell:
He casts the crowd a bizarre manic stare as an inky black liquid starts to drip out from his lips. He runs his sleeve across his mouth to stop the flow before getting into the ring and sitting in the corner, where he continues to tic and talk to himself.
:Carly Mitchell:
The opening to "Scream Aim Fire" hits and a puff of white smoke hits the entrance ramp. The boos fill the capacity arena as they know it's Troy Gafgen.
"Kill your enemies my brothers dead around me. Bombs are hurting, death is creeping for me."
As the first verse takes off a burst of pyro explodes from the ramp Troy Gafgen swaggers out with the World Championship around his waist and a kendo stick over one shoulder. He heads down to the ring.
"God has spoken through his concious. As I scream aim and fire, the death toll grows higher."
Troy rolls into the ring, then grabs the mic from Carly's hand as his music fades out.
:Troy Gafgen:
"Scream Aim Fire" hits again as Troy tosses down the mic and removes his bandana and shades. He then removes his chains and hands them to the ref...but not before scolding him. He then removes his leather vest and tosses it at Mick Crellin.
Champion vs Champion Match
:Stevie Howard:
For the third time, The Engineer throws himself at Troy, and for the third time, Troy catches him and shoves him away. But this time, the Engineer uses the motion to flip a high kick into Troy's wrist. Troy takes a step back, and the Engineer drops with a legsweep. However, Troy jumps it.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy moves to slam a fist into The Engineer's face, but The Engineer grabs the arm as it's coming down. Troy lifs up to find The Engineer wrapped around him, trying to cinch in some kind of choke. However, it's not to be, as Troy smacks The Engineer back into the canvas with a hard powerbomb.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy jumps up and drops a leg across The Engineer's chest and throat... but the International Champion rolls aside! Troy's tailbone connects with the mat at full force, causing him to jerk aside in pain. However, thanks to the force of his powerbomb, he's still up before The Engineer.
:Stevie Howard:
Troy boots The Engineer in the side, and the strange young man rolls to the ropes. He begins pulling himself up, but as he stands, Troy is in with a clothesline over the top.
:Stevie Howard:
Troy steps over the ropes, ignoring the referee's count. He slams The Engineer's head into the apron, then rolls him back in. He climbs onto the apron himself and up the ropes, then sails off... but the splash misses!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
It just might, as The Engineer vaults over the top and starts aggressively beating Troy with fists, knees, headbutts and - at one point - teeth. The referee begins counting, but The Engineer ignores it.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The ref physically yanks The Engineer off Troy and starts admonishing a warning. The Engineer snarls petulantly, and shoves the referee aside. He charges back at Troy - who catches the smaller man and lifts him into the air, before spinning around and drilling him into the mat with a snap powerslam!
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy flops onto his back, exhausted, while The Engineer twitches thanks to the very breath having driven right out of him. He gasps as he sucks in air. The referee begins to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE
FOUR!
FIVE!
The Engineer starts getting back to his feet while Troy groans and holds his head.
SIX!
SEVEN!
The Engineer, now up, crosses over to Troy and boots him in the head. He then heads for the turnbuckle and starts climbing.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
The Engineer jumps off, looking for his patented double foot stomp... but Troy gets out of the way. Fortunately for The Engineer, he notices it just in time, and lands with both feet in a solid position. Troy comes in for a clothesline, but a back arch from The Engineer takes him out of the way!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy keeps going, hits the ropes, and returns - but The Engineer catches him with a stiff heart punch. Troy stops dead in his tracks, starting to double over a little, and The Engineer capitalises with a Thesz-style pounce. He begins biting at Troy's face. Beads of black oil form on Troy's skin, left by The Engineer's teeth. The referee hauls The Engineer away once again.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
The Engineer steps past the referee absently. Troy is up to his knees, but The Engineer grabs two fistfuls of his blonde mane and slams him down in a sitout facebuster. He rolls the World Champion over and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Troy shoots an arm up.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The Engineer grabs Troy's head and starts to pull him up... but Troy reaches out and yanks The Engineer's feet out! The lunatic's back smacks into the canvas as Troy stands, still with ahold of The Engineer's legs, and rolls him over for a Boston crab!
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The Engineer trashes, trying to escape, but Troy's advantage in height and musculature makes it hard. The referee asks The Engineer if he wants to submit, but The Engineer doesn't even seem to notice him. Troy leans back further, putting even more pressure on The Engineer's spine.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
The assault previously administered by The Engineer catches up to Troy and he lets his opponent go limp as he himself sinks down to all fours, trying to catch his breath and let his muscles recover. The Engineer hauls himself to the corner.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy rolls back to a sitting position, breathing deeply and eyeing The Engineer, who in turn is sunk back against the bottom turnbuckle, trying to will life back into his bones.
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The Engineer pulls himself up and heads towards Troy in a menacing jog. Troy suddenly jumps forwards as The Engineer closes in, connecting with a fist to the gut. The Engineer doubles over. Troy strikes again, then stands and snaps The Engineer to the mat with a fast DDT.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy rolls over for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Kickout. Troy lifts up The Engineer, and whips him into the corner. He follows in close behind, crushing his opponent with a splash. The Engineer staggers out, dazed, and Troy levels him with a big boot to the head. The then lifts The Engineer up onto his shoulders. He starts swinging around and around.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
Troy swings The Engineer out behind him - and The Engineer pushes away. He doesn't clear Troy's grasp, but the incoming breaker connects with his arm rather than his head. He jumps back, holding his arms in pain as Troy stands and turns, with an angry expression.
:Stevie Howard:
Troy grabs The Engineer by the head and lifts him up into a stalled suplex hold.
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
The Engineer starts struggling and kicking. Troy steps back to keep himself balanced and slams a fist into The Engineer's side, then swings him down - but the step he took to right himself has given The Engineer enough room to kick towards the ropes! He gets hung up, and Troy wrenches himself as he goes down, not expecting the move not to connect!
:Stevie Howard:
Troy hops up and spins around, looking to see what happened - and The Engineer clonks him with a fist to the face! As Troy staggers back, The Engineer moves in and rolls him up.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Troy kicks out... a fraction of a second too late! As the bell rings and Q Lazzarus' "Goodbye Horses" starts up, Troy realises what's happened. He looks around in shock.
:Carly Mitchell:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
:Stevie Howard:
:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Troy storms around angrily while The Engineer sits at ringside, title draped across his knees, smiling to himself in a serene manner. He looks down - and frowns, then rolls into the ring with the belt in his hand. He heads over to Troy, who has his hands on his hips and a grimace on his face.
:The Engineer:
He holds out the World Championship, which Troy snatches impatiently and tosses over his shoulder. The Engineer rolls out again, and takes the International Championship from the timekeeper.
:The Engineer:
Troy chuckles unpleasantly and motions to his own belt with an expression which says, "you won this one, but if this was on the line, I wouldn't make the same mistake." We fade out on him staring down the happily oblivious Engineer.
Spokane Arena, Spokane, Washington USA.
The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first...
From Tempe, Arizona... KARA! FOSTER! And her opponents... first.
From Oakdale, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds...
LUKE! SNYYYDEERRR!
And lastly...
It's time to win
This great divide
How did this come to be
Why does fear dominate
When all we want is peace
We've got to find a way to heal
The wounds that we have bled
The empires will fall
And rise again
Introducing...
Save us,
save us from ourselves now
Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds...
We're killing her softly day by day
We're guilty we're all in treason
It's time to mend this great divide
From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada...
And fight hypocrisy
We have to believe in life
And all humanity
Think of the children
that have to live
In what we leave behind
The empires will fall
And rise again
Save us
Save us from ourselves now
NIIIKKI TALLINNNNN!
We're killing her softly day by day
We're guilty we're all in treason
It's time to mend this great divide
What a way to kick off Chaos... a triple threat!
Yeah, a triple threat between two newbies and Nikki Tallin.
Nikki Tallin vs Luke Snyder vs Kara Foster
As the bell sounds, all three superstars look around at one another. Suddenly, Nikki and Kara nod and charge Luke! They stomp him down before Nikki turns and locks horns with Kara. She sends her across the ropes and as she rebounds Nikki takes her down with a stiff uppercut! But before she can capitalise, Luke quickly rolls Nikki up
Already the numbers coming into play. Anyone can pick up the scraps, anytime.
Kara Foster is a severe hottie. I hope she wins.
Ugh... give it a rest.
Luke Snyder is looking really good out there.
Yeah, but can he keep it up? Or will he succumb to the pressure?
Tallin just stopping the count there!
She better kick some ass! I wanna see her move that body!
You wouldn't say that if Shane was anywhere around.
Well, obviously. That's why I'm saying it now.
Transcendancy! Tallin has it!
Here is your winner... LUKEEE SNYYYYDERRR!
A big triple threat win for Luke Snyder in his GEW debut, including over the experienced Nikki Tallin!
Well Draven, the time is coming near. You decided that it would be fun to make a name for yourself by jumping me while I was lying on a stretcher. Do you think that that makes you a big man, son?
Did ya have a good look Draven? This is just one of the many places that our match can end. I hope you're prepared for tonight, muh mang. I hope you have your hospital room all reserved and shit. Cuz tonight you are going to find out that when you attempt to step it up in this business, that there will always be someone bigger and badder than you to put you back into your place.
Of course, you've been quiet all week Draven. Perhaps you knew it would come down to me putting you in a hospital tonight and you wised up and left town. But you haven't shown any smarts yet, so tonight I will take you to the very top, you son of a bitch... Then I will drop you straight back down to whatever depths of hell that you think you come from, right on the top of your fricken head!
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The following is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!
Now making his way down the aisle...
YA THINK YOU CAN TELL HIM WHAT TO WEAR?
YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE BETTER?
WELL YOU BETTER GET READY... TO BOW TO THE MASTER!
From Chicago, Illinois...
Weighting in at 368 pounds...
HE JUST GOT TIRED OF DOING WHAT YA TOLD HIM TO DO
THAT'S THE BREAKS BOY, YEAH
AH, THAT'S THE BREAKS LITTLE MAN
BREAK IT DOWN!
Holy shit!
It's Draven! He's not waiting for the match to begin properly!
Maximus_Ordicus vs Draven
Draven raises the chair again, and slams it down onto Maximus' head. Maximus raises his hands to protect himself, and Draven tosses him the chair. Max catches it and starts to toss it at his foe, but Draven comes in with a knee which drives it into Max' head.
Folks, we know Maximus_Ordicus suffered a concussion at the hands of The Engineer at Open Season, and last week on Chaos, it was reaggravated at the hands of La Sombra Oscura last week. It's clear Draven wants to take advantage!
Well, who wouldn't?
Ordicus starting to fight back now. Draven's been rattling his head, but Ordicus needs to protect it and get it back in the game.
Max needs to keep Draven down more than ever if he wants to keep him away from his head.
You said it, Stevie. It's clear Draven has a plan.
What's Ordicus got in mind...?
Oh my god!
He's lucky he didn't hit any of the electronics down there!
It looks like Draven's intent on making a name for himself at the expense of Maximus_Ordicus...
Oh boy!
Draven may have awoken a monster! Ordicus warned that he wouldn't be someone else's stepping stone, and now he's going to prove it to Draven!
And it looks like he wants to do something even more painful to Draven with that busted machine...
We've seen what Ordicus is capable of when someone pisses him off!
Hell, we've seen what he's capable of when someone hasn't pissed him off and that's scary enough!
Where are they gonna end up? Remember folks, this match could end literally anywhere!
Where are they?
Looks like... the canteen!
Draven with a strong right!
Stronger than you realise - look!
Hey! We're gonna have to pay for this!
A Draven Drop onto all that metal will surely put Ordicus away for good! Lord only knows how he's feeling already, between the aftereffects of the concussion and the blood loss!
Looks like Draven just crushed somebody's dinner!
Hot coffee in the eyes!
And in that bleeding open wound!
ORDICUS_DROP! ORDICUS_DROP ONTO THOSE KNIVES AND FORKS!
Here is your winner... MAXIMUS! ORDICUUUSSS!
Maximus_Ordicus gets a measure of revenge on Draven, as he promised he would! But he's been suffering head injuries for several weeks in a row now... how must he be feeling?
I bet he's feeling exhilarated! Draven's gonna have to try harder than that to make an impression!
He sure is, but right now we have another unannounced surprise bonus for the fans!
You'd think once, just once, we'd advertise these things.
Why would I think that?
Ah, wait. I forgot. You're a serious tool.
Ouch.
I don't know how they came up with that set. I think they had a nightmare about pure midnight conceiving a child with a rainbow-puking unicorn.
Helllloooo, GEW! And welcome to the first ever premiere episode of WILDWORKS!
Ahh, refreshing. Now I know this is a little unusual, but we think the circumstances surrounding the situation with Youthful Image and the Empire of Blood required something a little special. Not to mention, a free show for some of our fans.
So as always, what would a Wildli.. I mean.. a Wildworks be without Faline Reynolds?!
Hello, Spokane!
Well well well... it is nice to see that someone decided to take up my offer of co-hosting a talk show. But anyway welcome to what Wilde has deemed the Wildworks... as you see my guest for the evening is already out here, so with no further ado I present to you Faline Reynolds!
Now last week you had a match with Velvet Grey that had a bit of a prematch special to it. Would you mind sharing just what you were thinking last week?
I'd rather not, as I promised Wilde not to say anything about that this week. That said I'm sure you'll read that wrong so I will tell you. At first I was thinking "I'm going to take that [BLEEEEP!] Tanaka and I'm going to [BLEEEEP!] for doin' that to Daddy!
Since when do we censor Chaos?
When it's funnier.
Brother, haven't you learned not to stick your nose into things that don't concern you? I think Faline and I have an understanding that doesn't need to be explained to you.
What's the matter, honey? Is brother dear a prude?
No... just nosy and looking into things that don't concern him.
Alright, we all love making fun of Thor here, but we really need to get down to the important stuff. The nitty gritty. Srs-bsns here.
So... you mean talking about how you and Faline somehow managed to let the Inmates take the Tag Titles while I had to hold up a partner didn't understand what to do in a three way tag match? Or how about the little fact that none of us here are wearing any title gold? Is that nitty gritty enough for you?
Ahh.. I was kind of hoping we could open with a few jokes, and decide what we're grilling, first.
Well Wilde, I don't know about you but it looks like Faline and Velvet have to start their own brand of grilling. But if someone is cooking something, put on a steak for me and we will go from there.
Do you want this one or shall I do the honors?
Go for it, grill master.
While we wait, let's dig into the nitty gritty. Thor, would you like to open by complimenting me on my historic win over Ichiro Tanaka?
Flukes happen - so yeah, I guess I will say, nice win this last week.
Don't burn the steak, grill master.
Alright, what could possibly go wrong with the Tanke siblings handling the food and drinks? Next question goes to... Faline!
What do you think of my chances at being a future GEW Omega champion?
Hmm? You - Omega Champion? Hell, honey I think you'd look good in any gold!
So why the hell don't you two go for the tag team titles?!
I'm thinking let someone else wash the Loki drool off 'em first, then take 'em. Besides, someone here might be going up for the Sterling belt soon.
Yeah, you or Jay are set to go up tonight for that. It'd be nice to have the gold to prove YI is again on top of the wrestling world, don't you think?
Oh, I totally agree, and who better to rip that gold off whoever's holding it than our claws, Faline?
Jay'd be good too!
What's wrong, rookie? Not sure ya got the juice to beat him?
It's okay, we still love ya! And only respect you slightly less.
Hey, I'm gonna say nice things about him until I hit the ring. Bite me.
Well as touching as this Youthful Image moment is there are better things to talk about like how the Empire of Blood will take out the Inmates and show folks that we are the rightful Tag Champs.
Ohhhh... That's fine hon. Clean 'em up real good and we'll come get 'em!
I said 'bite me' not 'eat me.'
It's talking now?!
If ya missed the point, those titles are coming back to Youthful Image, real soon, oh "Glorious" Empire of Blood leader.
Yeah well we shall soon see about that. But did you see where Faline went?
Awww, but "eating" is so much better than "biting."
Ahh... probably getting ready to take the tag team titles back from you, Inmates, or whoever else has the misfortune of holding them when we decide to take them back!
Yeah well we shall we what happens but I plan having the Empire of Blood taking the gold.
Ahhh, yeah. Goodluck with that.
Ahh... I think I'll wait on the grilling for a bit.
Mmmm... Your turn...
What the hell?! That's Athena and Astr...
This show needed a li'l chaos! I mean... it's the name of the damned show, people!
Well you wanted chaos.. and you got it.
Man.. your family is 'seriously' messed up, dude.
What are the Angels plotting?
What makes you so sure they're plotting something?
Are they ever not plotting something?
Well, I'll leave the speculation to my cohost. As for now, as you heard, Jay Nielson and Faline Reynolds - who are very good friends, stablemates and even rumoured to be dating - go one-on-one for number one contendership to Reaper's Sterling Championship, and it's up next! Don't go anywhere!
>>>COMMERCIAL BREAK<<<
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Here we go - new Sterling Championship number one contender to be christened shortly!
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner will be declared the NEW number one contender for the Sterling Championship and will receive a title shot on the next episode of Chaos!
Whoa, that's a bit of a twist to the expected news.
So they get a title shot next week?!
That's what the woman said! It's as much a surprise to me as anyone! I mean, obviously we knew it was for the number one contendership, but I had no idea it'd be so soon.
Coming from the Emerald City, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the wings of Youthful Image!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you.. JAAAAY NIELSON!
Nobody said this stuff makes any sense
We're hooked again!
See how the buildings burn
Light up the night
Such pretty sight
And we'll be seeing the Wings of YI going against the Claws of YI. This should be... hopefully it'll be a bloodbath.
I'm personally expecting - and hoping for - a straight one up contest between the street bred brawler and the world travelled high flyer.
Loser.
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream
And representing Youthful Image, from the Great State of Washington, USA- The 'Claws of YI!' FAAALIIINE REYYYNNOOLDS!
Both Faline and Jay signal for the match to start. No hesitation at all.
For all his talk... Jay doesn't seem as eager to tear into her as I hoped.
They're stablemates, and very close friends outside the ring - very close, if you believe some rumours. I'm not surprised to see a little hesitation. Once the bell rings, they'll be all business.
Any minute now, huh?
Well... we'll take a moment to go over Payback ordering options and let them sort it out... back in a minute, fans!
Hopefully, we'll cut back to some action.
Number One Contendership to Sterling Championship
Jay Nielson vs Faline Reynolds
He took control as soon as they tied up, which took entirely too long for my refined tastes.
Refined, hm?
Yes. I'm cultivating a new image, bitch.
Ahh... good luck with that one.
Faline slips free, but something looks off with Jay so far.
I get the feeling Nielson might be reluctant to hurt someone so close friend to him.
What the hell? That doesn't make sense in any context.
I'm sure it doesn't to you.
Girl's running her mouth. I like it.
He's managing to take control of things, though.
Reynolds wants a fight here, and I don't blame her.
He's certainly showing the effects of Reynolds' offense.
Yeah... punked out by his girlfriend. Someone he's got probably twenty times the ring time of.
Well, he looks ready to take her seriously now.
If that's how you want it, then.
Great wrestling by Nielson to counter Reynolds' always impressive brawling skills.
Hey, it'll be a great matchup if their hearts are into it. That's iffy at this point. Pansy wimps.
You want me to 'bring it, huh?!"
Now he's cranking his moves in, but Reynolds is fighting back!
Smart change in tactics from Nielson.
Wow, what a sequence!
Ehh, not bad. Just a lack of chair shots, barbed wire, eye pokes, eye rakes, pulling of the tights, manager interference, using the ropes for illegal leverage, and Faline's bare breasts for my tastes.
......picky much?
No bones about it. I'm quite picky.
The point of the story here is the two know each other so well, so they can anticipate each other's moves.
He almost took her by surprise.
I almost care. But not quite.
What a match!
Submission move out of the brawler. I guess Tommy Rogue's training is starting to seep in.
Nielson's desperately trying to get to the ropes. He's got to get out of this hold someway, or it's going to be over fast.
Whooptaloo. He made it to the ropes. Any guess on how bad the move mighta damaged him, though?
I don't know what whooptaloo means, but he' showing a definite limp after Reynolds' submission hold. If she keeps bringing her submissions to the table, we could be looking at our next Sterling number one contender... if not our next Sterling Champion!
Ouch! Good... The rookie's actually showing a bit of heart.
Vicious move, but that's exactly what she's going to need to do here! Press the advantage and work the knee over 'til Nielson submits.
What an amazing counter!
Yeah, but he hit bad leg. I think he hurt himself almost as much as he did her.
What the hell is Ichiro Tanaka doing?!
My guess? Coming to the ring to make this match actually exciting!
Obviously he has a problem with Wilde Tanke and he's going to take it out on - speak of the devil!
Cheap shot by the Wild Wolf punk!!
Yeah, well, Ichiro had no damned business out here! Obviously, the leader of YI is going to get involved to make sure his hated rival Tanaka doesn't mess up a match between YI members, genius.
Hey, spare me your sarcasm, and you might have to eat those words once Ichiro kicks this punk's ass.
Yeah, how'd that work out last time for him?!
Y- b- ...shut up!
All this happened while Reynolds and Nielson were down! I don't think they have any clue what Tanaka's plan was!
He's going to the top! Are we going to see The Rush?!
She dodged it!
Pounce! The street rat's going for her Pounce!
Coun-No!!
She did it! Faline Reynolds manages to pull away with a win over a wrestler who's been around the world!
Yeah... So what?
Here is the winner of the match.. and.. the .. NEEEEEEW!! Number one contender to the Sterling Championship! The Claws of YI... FALINE REEEEEEEYNOOOOOOOLDS!!
Uhho. I don't think luchabird thought too highly of losing to his gal.
I think we might be seeing an aftermatch fight.
I hope so, that would be so - aww, damn. No such luck.
Lame.
It's good to see they were able to handle the results of the match, hopefully without it affecting their relationship. Great match, too.
Meh.
We cut backstage to see Nigel Havers stood with The King of Crunch, Tony Harrison.
My guest at this time, please welcome, Tony Harrison.
Hi, Nigel.
Tony, I understand you have a message for the GEW fans and stars?
I certainly do.
Last week, you saw what my friend La Sombra Oscura can do.
His team lost...
A triviality. He dominated Maximus_Ordicus-
Who was suffering a concussion at the time.
We said we'd make an impact, and we will. Luke Snyder may have stolen a win this week, but he won't be so lucky next week when he faced down La Sombra Oscura, one-on-one. We will prove that we are the most dominant force in GEW. And once we've proven it, Blair and Blokey-
Their names are Flare and Loki.
Irrelevant. Once we've proven our dominance-
And what will you be doing to prove it, Tony, while La Sombra is fighting in matches?
Spiritual guidance. Anyway, if you'd let me finish, once we've proven our dominance, Dexter Sinister will have no-
Oliver Queen.
Huh?
Oliver Queen is the General Manager. Not Dexter Sinister. You know this, Tony.
Probably. Well whoever it is will have no choice but to give us our rightful shot at the GEW Tag Team Championship!
You know Nikki Tallin and Maria Giordano still have a rematch, right?
Must you be so negative all the time?
Ladies and gentlemen, entering the arena with their associate, "The Immortal" Sah'ta Thor...
Come from behind
Take them down
Replace fear with pride
Hold your ground
First, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds...
I can feel I've reached the end
As my feet sink into the floor
My arms won't fail me now
And my tongue won't taste the sand
The winds won't hold me down
I will stay alive
Now we are reaching the end
But this is why we run (run)
From the flood behind the walls, I won't drown
This is not my fault, But this is why we run (run)
From the lives we left behind
The Messiah, OLIVER CREEEEED!
Let's show them what we're made of!
We are the fall
Led astray
Born into this life to run away
We've had enough
This is our day
To be the ones who stayed
I will never sell my soul
We chose the hard road
We fight alone to save our name
Just remember you are the ones to blame
And his tag team partner... weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. He hails from Tokyo, Japan ICHIRO TANAKA!
Ladies and gentlemen... THE EMPIRE OF BLOOD! And their opponents...
Nothin’ to do no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the arena accompanied by their associate "Wild Wolf" Wilde Tanke...
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
At a combined weight of four hundred and thirty-five pounds...
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
They are the CURRENT GEW Tag Team Champions! Flare and Loki - THE INMATES!
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Non-Title
Flare & Loki (w/ Wilde Tanke) vs Ichiro Tanaka & Oliver Creed (w/ Sah'ta Thor)
The bell rings, as it tends to do at the start of a match. The Wild Wolf and Sah'ta Thor are on the outside, having put aside the matter of the earlier attack on them. Despite the other matters, Wilde is slapping the mat. The Inmates don't seem much interested in what he has to say, though. Flare and Loki solve the matter of who's going to start the game with a quick game of charades, while Ichiro steps to the outside of the ring, preferring instead to simply glare at Wilde, who's still trying to get Inmates to listen to him. Creed comes to the middle of the ring, and it looks like Loki loses the charades game, so it's Flare starting off with Oliver Creed.
It's non-title, but this could have serious implications on not only the Tag Team Championship scene, but the brewing problems between the Wilde Tanke led Youthful Image and the Sah'ta Thor led Empire of Blood. How The Inmates factor into that, or if they're simply above it, is anyone's guess, at this point.
Flare's starting to get under Creed's skin here. We'll see if it pays off in dividends or pain.
Flare may have survived the first round of Pick of the Litter but will he survive the sustained, unified offense of Ichiro Tanaka and Oliver Creed?
Already an move of dubious legality from Ichiro.
Can't say I'm shocked.
This is the kind of impact Oliver Creed is going to need to keep Flare grounded. Obviously, Flare's not going to be doing much flying if he's on his back.
He ain't gonna be doing any tagging to that psychotic Loki either.
Flare's really got to get a fight going soon.
Tanaka's taking advantage of the distraction!
Sound strategy too, as long as he don't get himself disqualified.
Creed saves things for his team.
Flare's always been popular, and the fans are really starting to rally behind him, but I have to confess: brilliant wrestling on the part of Creed here. It's basic, but basic is what wins matches.
Stupid fans and their 'right to free expression.'
Someone check to see if Loki's head is still attached to his body!
REVENGE!
Ahh, this isn't good.
And Wilde Tanke gets blindsided by his hated rival, the walking Asian Assault and Battery charge, Ichiro Tanaka!
That'll keep him out of action for a while! Good for Ichiro!
Who is obviously feeling the aftermath of the brutal Chicago street fight with Wilde Tanke!
Folks, it's been Flare and Creed all the way so far, and you can bet Loki and Tanaka are both itching to get in there!
Here we go!
Loki's getting revenge for the punishment his tag team partner's taken!
Revenge? It's a wrestling match, Crell! You're SUPPOSED to punish the other guy!
Annd it looks like this one's breaking down in a hurry!
Look at Thor and Loki trading punches!
Nice to know our blowout preventers work!
Yeah, but we still got a pretty messy spill out here...
Ladies and Gentlemen the referee has DISQUALIFIED both teams in this event! The offical results of this match: NO CONTEST!
Ahh.. this might take a while to clear the ring..
Shame to see a match with so much potential break down so soon, though!
Not really. actual chaos on Chaos is
awesome! Very.. meta.
If you say so. We'll be right back, folks.
>>>COMMERCIAL BREAK<<<
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Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the OMMEEEGAAA CHAMPIONSHIP!!
Kameron Chase... who I am still getting used to not hating, is coming off of a big win over that delusional fuckwit Magnum.
Ah, yes. Indeed. Either way, I can't wait for this contest. Bucky and Kameron are both high-class technicians with a vicious streak a mile long.
From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...
I'd kill myself to stay alive,
Forget the future; regret the past,
No present tense is gonna last.
Selling your soul for a piece of mind; can't buy yourself today,
Aint it funny how the power, the money, the consistency of the truth,
Bleed today but laugh tomorrow in the burden of our youth."
Also, I'd be remiss if I didn't give a shout out to the friends and family of Jimmy from Critical Acclaim. Kameron Chase's cousin Mark is in a rough place right now - and you gotta know that Kameron is going to dedicate this match to both of them.
You're absolutely right, of course - but when did you learn the word 'remiss'?
Very funny, asshat.
Weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds...
Selling your soul for a piece of mind; can't buy yourself today (Such a natural high)
Ain't it funny how the power, the money, the consistency of the truth (Such a natural high)
Bleed today but laugh tomorrow in the burden of our youth (Such a natural high)."
...KAMERON CHASE!
You never hear the shot that takes you down
Now your dreams a memory, and seems more true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound.
Out of time, so say goodbye
What is yours, now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them for you.
Now Bucky Skyler has been showing an unparalled mean streak in past months, going so far as to hang Maria Giordano! Bucky is also smarting from his loss in the Commonwealth Cup Final to Dwight Mare. He certainly does not want to lose his Omega title tonight, and you can be that he is going to bring everything he has to Kameron Chase.
From West Palm Beach, California. He is the reigning OMEGA CHAMPION and PERFECTION PERSONIFIED!!!!!
BUCKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SKYYYYYYYYYLLLERRRRRRRRR!!!!!
What is yours, now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them for you.
Singles Match
Bucky Skyler vs Kameron Chase>
ANNNND we're off! This is a pretty even fight. Skyler has around twenty pounds on Chase, but both men are stiff, technically sound, and brutal as hell when pissed off. Both men giving each other a little smack-talk here... HARD RIGHT BY SKYLER!
Bucky Skyler playing it smart here - Chase is in a far more emotional state in this match and is going to be overly aggressive... and a bit of a dick.
New school neckbreaker by Kameron Chase puts him in charge of this match!
Great ring awareness from Bucky Skyler! Chase's offense is crisp, stiff as hell, and hurts, but Skyler is the Omega Champ and can fight through a lot of pain.
Oh come on! Skyler is trying to win this one through a countout!
Close one there and Kameron Chase is back in the ring. However, that tiger bomb on the concrete is going to hurt for DAYS, let alone the rest of this match!
Kickout! Great form from Bucky Skyler with a face-scraping dropkick. Great series from the champion.
Kameron Chase is fading fast! He needs to find an exit of some sort, anything at all!
NO GOOD! Kickout by Skyler as Chase gives him a taste of his own medicine with a northern lights suplex!
And that's enough to break the hold. The damage has been done though and Bucky and Kameron are both hurt now!
KAMOKAZE COMING UP! But Skyler is hanging onto the ropes - he's not going to let Kameron end it this early!
Close escape there by Bucky Skyler - we almost had a new champion there.
Close kickout from the champion here, Kameron Chase is on a roll and Skyler needs a second to get some space!
Bucky just threw Kameron Chase into referee Eddie Meyer and... he's calling for the bell!
Ladies and gentlemen your winner as a result of a disqualification... and STIILLLLLL OMEGA CHAMPION... BUCKY! SKKYYLLLEEERRR!!
MARK CHAPMAN! MARK CHAPMAN FROM BEHIND!!
Hey! Who wants to see this cockmaster get his head shaved?!
Bucky Skyler has been HUMILIATED by Mark Chapman and Kameron Chase! He may retain his title in a controversial manner, but at the cost of his dignity!
That is the best thing in history.
So yeah, on the whole I'd say... oh.
Ahah. Do you mind? This is a private conversation.
So anyway, you were saying. Three times what, six? Would be-
What do suppose he was up to?
Eh, you can never tell with that guy. What about Dex and Ollie... what were they planning?
I have no idea.
I bet it's not as bad as whatever the Angels were planning earlier... but anyway. It's main event time right now!
The following Champion vs Champion exhibition match is scheduled for one fall!
Weighing two hundred and four pounds...
This is the GEW International Champion... THE... ENGINEEEEEERR!
And his opponent...
All you nobodies know who the fuck I am. I am the pinnacle of GEW! I am the World Heavyweight Champion! I am TROY GAFGEN! And all you fuckers out there... you're not.
Non-Title
Troy Gafgen vs The Engineer
Troy stands in the centre of the ring, turning round and tracking The Engineer as the International Champion circles him. With a manic grin, The Engineer leaps for Troy, but Troy manages to grab onto the incoming figure and push him out again. Unfazed, The Engineer dances round to another angle and attacks again - with much the same result.
He wants to watch that he doesn't wear himself out...
The Engineer is such a hard opponent to gauge. He doesn't wrestle. He's just a whirlwind of strikes and charges and-
And trying to tear people's faces off.
Yes, and trying to tear people's faces off.
Gafgen reacting pretty well to The Engineer's unorthodox style...
Not so much there.
Bye-bye!
The Engineer swings back out to the apron, and Gafgen is in a world of hurt!
This might be the opening Engy needs!
He got the opening, but he might get himself disqualified by seizing it so hard!
Outta nowhere!
Troy Gafgen finds the energy to save himself for a while longer!
Oh no! Is he going to do to Troy Gafgen what he did to Maximus_Ordicus at Open Season!?
EPIC!
Slick work from the International Champion!
Once again, The Engineer is in danger of getting disqualified with those vicious bites.
I hope he doesn't. This is fun.
Have I ever told you you're a sick, sick man?
Only every week.
Kickout, but Engy is clearly wearing Troy down.
The Engineer may be considered the underdog here on paper, given that Gafgen is the World Champion, but he's still a strong competitor. Don't forget that he won that International Championship in just his second match with GEW, ending Dwight Mare's record reign with the title, and hasn't let go of it since.
Gafgen with the submission hold! He's looking to do some wearing down of his own!
The Engineer in serious trouble...
Yeah, but Troy looks beat...
Not the longest match thus far yet the intensity of it showing in the broken frames of these competitors.
Wow, that Crab took something serious out of Engy. If it had gone on much longer he might have tapped!
That's assuming he's even aware that he has that option...
That crab gave the World Champion the time to recover from The Engineer's assault, and now he's back in firm control.
The Engineer's gonna get welcomed to his nightmare!
As if he doesn't have enough of those already.
Full points for effort, Engy, but it may not have been the smartest plan ever...
The Sickness!
Holy cow!
The winner of the match... the International Champion... THE ENGINEER!
Engy stole one! Ha!
But between the biting and the punch, would it have happened with a stricter official?
I don't think the ref even saw the punch at the end there... but who cares? Either way Troy Gafgen just lost to The Engineer!
Well, it's certainly a huge upset from the still relatively new Engineer! If this was a World title match, we'd have a new champion!
I think this must be yours. Mine looks different.
Yeah, this is mine. Musta picked up the wrong one...