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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:39:52 GMT -5
[glow=gold,5,500]Well nobody wants to burn in Hell But everybody's got a soul to sell. When I was young my mama gave me some advice She said "Boy, don't you know everybody's got a price?"
I make lots of money, I make more money than you I drive around in my limo, that's what I was born to do And I might like you better if we fought together If it's not to be thenknow that I got somethin' better for ya:
Naked pictures of your mother Naked pictures of your mother Naked pictures of your mother, GO![/glow]
As Electric Six’s “Naked Pictures” plays, we get a video package that hypes up the big matches for the night. Highlights include the ending of the tag match between Burrows/Szatkowski and Los Pollos, Static’s attack on Twilight, Twilight’s attack on Static, Twilight’s attack on Harvey, the endings to every single Road to Gold Tournament match, and finally Los Pollos’ attack on Rachel Cole.
Cameras go live in the American Airlines Arena, which is holding the largest crowd at an RoR event. Fireworks shoot out of the sides of the RoR-tron, then all the way down the ramp, and finally out of all four ring posts. The crowd is totally electric for Road to Gold!
Cameras cut to RoR’s three person announce team. As always Clint Pryce is sat in the center wearing a suite and a black tie, Lindsay Sparrow is to his left wearing a tight black dress, and Colin “Bones” McGraw is to Pryce’s right wearing a Sex Pistols t-shirt underneath his black sports jacket.
Pryce: Ladies and gentlemen we are live from Miami, Florida! I am “The Silver Fox” Clint Pryce alongside Lindsay Sparrow and Colin “Bones” McGraw…and this is RoR Road to Gold!
[glow=gold,5,500]Bathing in the afterglow; A chance at luck and pride. Where we end up we can never know. And all I know is we seem to be
Changing, better to turn and walk away. Fading, all these lights just turn to gray. Changing, better to turn and walk away. But the strange thing Is that I don't feel a thing.[/glow]
RoR CEO Harvey McCutchins walks down to the ring. He’s wearing a black suite with a dark blue vest. He climbs into the ring and gets a mic.
Harvey: Helllllllllllo Miami! *cheers* Welcome to RoR’s first ever Pay Per View…Road…to…Gold! *huge amount of cheers* I don’t want to delay the show much here so I’ll make my announcement quick. I’ve been on the hunt for new talent lately and have found tons of it. I wanted to showcase a lot of this new talent to you on tonight’s show and here’s what I came up with. Six RoR superstars, both known and unknown, will compete in what I’m calling a Back Roads Gauntlet. A series of one on one matches will take place, and the last person standing will become the number one contender for the RoR Championship! *huge amount of cheers* So without any farther delay let’s get this party staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarted!
Harvey exits the ring and begins wandering over to the announce table as the lights go out for a moment. Then, all of the sudden the RoR-tron comes to life with the image of a burning pentagram. The flames dance brilliantly, illuminating the stage and a small part of the crowd. A spotlight now centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. Slowly the burning symbol begins to disintegrate as ash and burning embers are lifted upward and out of view. As the fiery symbol vanishes, it leaves behind a phrase burnt into the background of the screen......THE ONLY ONE! Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. Pryce: Whoa! We’re going to start this gauntlet out with a bang!
Bones: Oh yeah! Let’s start this show out right!
Pryce: In the mean time, we are being joined by our CEO Harvey McCutchins. Welcome Mr. McCutchins.
Harvey: Thank you Pryce, happy to be here. Lindsay you’re looking amazing as always. And Bones you’re…well…let’s not go there.
[glow=gold,5,500]You know you're not the only one When they all come crashing down, midflight, You know you're not the only one. When they're so alone they find a back door out of life. You know you're not the only one.[/color][/glow]
"The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage, wearing her signature "You Don't Matter" tee, A pair of black form fitted pants, wrestling cut high heeled boots and the silver pentacle chain she always wore. She is greeted by a VERY mixed crowd, with some of them cheering and many of them booing. She stands on the stage, looking out among the crowd, smirking heavily. The arrogant redhead swaggers down the entrance ramp, completely dismissing the crowd now as she revels in her own glory. She reaches the ring, hopping up onto the apron and climbs inside. Once inside she heads to each turnbuckle in succession, standing on the middle rope as she now poses, as if for her own amusement. Fireworks explode from above as she takes to each turnbuckle. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as she steps now to the center of the ring.
Winstone: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California…"The Only One Who Matters In Professional Wrestling"…"The Mistress of Mischief" SAAARAAAAH TWIIIILIIIIIGHT!!!
Sarah glances out at the crowd as AFI’s “Miseria Cantare” hits the PA system. The crowd isn’t sure what to think so there isn’t much of a reaction…yet.
[glow=gold,5,500] Love your hate, your faith lost You are now one of us Love your hate, your faith lost You are now one of us [/color][/glow]
Pryce: What the?
Sparrow: Who is this Mr. McCu…oh my god!
Bones: Whoa! Ladies and gents, my pick has arrived!
Harvey: That would be one of RoR’s newest talents…Mikola.
Winstone: And her opponent, from Moscow, Russia…being accompanied by Alexander McIntyre…“The Russian Hammer" MIIIIIIIIIIIIKOLA!!!
Sarah does look pretty impressed by Mikola’s 6’11” frame. The massive Russian steps through the ropes, just staring a hole through Sarah. The ref rings the bell, officially getting the Back Roads Gauntlet started. It starts with a bang as Mikola hits Sarah with a running big boot. Sarah looks completely stunned by the shot as the large Russian starts dropping hard elbows right into Twilight’s midsection. He just keeps dropping one elbow right after another into Sarah’s abdomen, not letting her catch her breath. Some in the crowd get behind Sarah as a faint chant starts.
Mikola keeps up the crushing elbow drops as McIntyre yells at the crowd. Mikola picks Sarah up and effortlessly tosses her into the corner. He immediately starts driving the air out of Sarah with shoulder tackles. Sarah lets out a groan after each blow, the air escaping her lungs. Mikola just keeps up the assault, showing no signs of letting up.
Bones: Where did you find this guy Harvey? He’s a monster!
Harvey: First, it’s Mr. McCutchins to you. Second, he is part of RoR’s “new talent search”. His name is Mikola and he is 330 pounds of grade A Russian talent. I’ve got people traveling all over the world looking for talent, in fact that’s how we found Los Pollos.
Bones: Yeah…thanks for that by the way.
Sparrow: That’s kind of a sore subject with you huh Bones? *laughs*
Mikola has not let up on his assault, nailing Sarah with a headbut. He gets a completely angry look on his face as he wraps his hands around Sarah’s throat! He chokes the life out of Sarah as the ref begins counting.
1… 2… 3… 4…
McIntyre yells for Mikola to let go, which he does. He backs off, giving Sarah a little room. She stumbles out of the corner and is sent to the outside by a huge clothesline. Mikola follows quickly takes it to Sarah with hard blows. He lifts her up, lets the blood rush to her head for a moment as the ref begins to count.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Mikola then drops Sarah with a delayed vertical suplex. The ref continues to count.
5… 6…
Mikola pulls Sarah back to her feet, lefts her up and plants her with an impact spinebuster. He stands over her with a demented smile on his face. Meanwhile, the ref is still counting and McIntyre is going nuts.
7… 8… 9…
Mikola has finally listens to McIntyre and lifts Sarah up and rolls her back into the ring.
10!
Pryce: Mikola wasn’t able to make the count!
Winstone: Mikola has been eliminated by count out!
McIntyre and Mikola do not look happy as Sarah smirks at them both. She gets to her feet, waving goodbye to the Russian. Her smirk gets even wider as “Quantum” begins playing over the PA system.
Sparrow: Oh yeah!
Pryce: It’s going to be Static .vs. Twilight! One on one!
Bones: What?! Did you have something to do with this Pryce?!
Harvey: Actually Bones, this would be my idea.
Max makes his way out onto the stage as strobe lights flash around the arena, and he is pushing a shopping cart full of “goodies”. The cart has a sign that says “IMPEACH HARVEY!” attached to the front of it. He pushes the cart all the way down the ramp and bumps it up against the ring. He begins tossing things like kendo sticks, a trash can, and trash can lids into the ring. The ref sends a confused look in Harvey’s direction.
Harvey: Let ‘em go.
The ref nods, now fully aware that this part of the gauntlet will be No Disqualification. Max climbs in the ring and the bell sounds for the second match of the gauntlet. Sarah immediately picks up a chair that Max tossed into the ring while Max has picked up a trash can lid. Both swing their weapons, and Sarah’s chair crushes Max’s trash can lid. Sarah smiles at Static and takes another swing at him. Static ducks, barely avoiding the chair shot. Sarah swings the chair again, and again Static ducks. Finally, Static kicks Sarah in the gut. The blow causes Sarah to drop the weapon and allows Static to follow up with a superkick. Static immediately goes for a cover.
Bones: 1!...2!...Thre…
Pryce: Sarah gets a shoulder up just before the three! By the way, does anyone remember that envelope that Static had Rachel Cole deliver last week?
Sparrow: What about it?
Pryce: Well what was in it?
Sparrow: I don’t know. What about you boss?
Harvey: Max doesn’t tell me anything. This guy does what he wants to do, when he wants to do it. He won’t listen to me, let alone tell me anything.
Static doesn’t allow the woman that set him on fire any time to rest, immediately going back to work with hard stomps to Sarah’s head. Static then begins grinding his foot into Sarah’s face, smiling arrogantly underneath the potato sack that covers his head. He plays to the crowd as Sarah is firmly underneath his foot. Sarah grabs Static by the ankle and shoves his foot upwards. The sudden momentum sends Static backwards and down to the mat. Sarah quickly mounts Max, sending hard punches to his face. Max rolls over and begins returning the favor. Sarah counters back and starts back in with punches of her own.
Sparrow: These two are trying to rip each other apart!
Harvey: Do I know how to set things up or what?
Pryce: You certainly do, just listen to this crowd!
Bones: Oh you kiss ass!
The match goes back and forth for several minutes. Each superstar hits some of their favorite moves during this time, including a You Don’t Matter from Twilight. Static finally gets the better of the situation by hitting a .50 Caliber. He goes for a cover.
Bones: 1!...2!...Thr…
Sparrow: Twilight gets her shoulder up once again!
Static looks down at Twilight, but it is not out of frustration…it’s something else, something that we haven’t really seen from Static before. He reluctantly picks up a kendo stick and looks like he’s about to hit Sarah with it. He takes a swing, but Twilight ducks and then is able to hit a Twilight Zone out of thin air!
Sparrow: 1!...2!...3!
Harvey: Goodbye Max Static.
Sarah smiles as Max rolls out of the ring.
Winstone: Max Static has been eliminated by pinfall!
Sarah starts talking trash to Static, who looks up at her from the floor. He then begins clapping for her, which causes Sarah to get a look of confusion on her face. The look stays their as Max hops over the barrier and takes his front row seat at ringside and “30/30 150” hits the PA system.
[glow=gold,5,500]I am a dominant gene - live as I die Never say forever 'cause forever's a lie I can see right through you so I can ignore you The story changes but the ending won't bore you.
I tried to tell you but you simply obeyed They didn't listen so they threw you away
Now all you do is talk - I don't wanna hear your bullshit Is this what you want?!
This is where it begins This is where it ends This is where it begins And this is where it ends[/color][/glow]
Harvey: This guy is another part of RoR’s “new talent search.” I’m really excited about this guy. He’s Chicago’s own Sean Hunter.
Sean sprints down the ramp, with his beautiful wife Chelsea walking behind him. She shouts words of encouragement to him as he slides into the ring and begins pounding away on Sarah. He hits knife-edge chops, European upper cuts, and lots of other similar moves. Sarah fights back by forcing Sean back into the corner and sending knees into his ribs. She pulls Sean out of the corner just a little bit and connects with a T-Bone suplex that she transitions into a pin.
Pryce: 1!...2! But it’s just barely a two count.
Bones: I think Twilight’s starting to run out of gas.
Harvey: Well, she is going to have to suck it up if she wants to be the number one contender.
Sarah maintains control of the match for a while, even connecting with a Broken Spirit that turned into another near fall. After this, the tide of the match turns with a sudden belly to belly suplex from Sean. Sean then sends a variety of kicks into different parts of Sarah’s body. Sarah tries to fight back, taking a big swing at Sean. Sean ducks and locks in his version of the Tazmission!
Harvey: Just so you guys know, he calls this the Crown of Thorns.
Sparrow: Whatever he calls it, it’s certainly effective! Sarah is trying to fight out though!
Bones: How tough is Twilight?!
Sean has the submission firmly locked in and Sarah struggles. There’s nowhere for Sarah to go, but she refuses to tap. The ref keeps asking if she wants to give up and she emphatically says no every time. She’s locked in the hold for a good four minutes before she begins loosing consciousness. She gets one good burst of energy and begins struggling, but eventually looses complete consciousness. The ref checks her arm. It drops once. It drops twice. And it drops a third time!
Bones: Holy shit!
Pryce: Sean Hunter takes out Sarah Twilight, but give it to Twilight she never tapped out. She fought valiantly here tonight and showed that she deserves to be in the title picture.
Harvey: I would agree.
Sean nods and helps the referee get Twilight out of the ring, showing respect to the “Mistress of Mischief”.
Winstone: Sarah Twilight is unable to continue!
No music hits, but a man in a judge’s robes walks through the curtain.
Harvey: This is another new talent, his name is Justin Partial. Just like with Mikola
Bones: Chickens, now a judge? Do you really want RoR to stick around Harv…ermm…Mr. McCutchins?
Harvey: Of course I do. That’s why I hire the best in the world.
Justin takes off his robe and climbs in the ring. Sean and Justin start exchanging blows in the middle of the ring. Justin then hits an arm drag on Sean, who immediately gets up and put back down with another arm drag. The arm drags continue until Sean blocks one and turns it into a hip toss. He covers Justin, trying to end this part of the match quickly.
Pryce: 1!...2!...
Sparrow: Justin kicks out.
The match continues with both men unable to gain control for a good five minutes. Justin finally hits another arm drag that transition into a cover.
Bones: 1!...2!...Th…
Harvey: And Sean kicks out.
Bones: Don’t ever interrupt m…umm *coughs lightly*
Harvey: What was that Bones?
Bones: …Nothing.
Again a back and forth momentum struggle begins. Justin then looks to have Sean on the ropes…that is until Sean hits the Smoking Gun. He covers.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...3!
Bones: Not bad.
Winstone: Justin Partial is eliminated by pinfall!
Sean breaths heavily as “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue hits the PA system.
[glow=gold,5,500]When I get high I get high on speed Top fuel funny car's A drug for me
My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart[/color][/glow]
Harvey: If you thought Hunter’s been something here tonight, wait until you see this guy. His name is Galen Ronan and I know, I don’t just think I know, he’s going to be a big star in RoR.
Galen Ronan sprints to the ring and immediately begins hitting Sean with hard blows to the face. Sean tries his best to cover up but the blows are coming to fast. Galen turns his punches into a various array of muay thai strikes. Sean manages to get a knee into Galen’s midsection. He sets up for a DDT, but Galen powers out and hits a snap suplex. He rolls over into the cover.
Sparrow: 1!...2!
Bones: Kickout!
Galen continues with some hard punches Sean’s face. He then kicks Sean in the gut and connects with a powerbomb. Galen’s offense goes strong for a good while, and culminates with a Last Train Home. He covers Sean.
Pryce: 1!...2!...Thr…
Sparrow: No! Only two!
Galen looks shocked and begins arguing with the ref. Sean takes advantage and it’s his turn to control the match. His offense starts with a kick from behind. This turns into a pumphandle slam, which snowballs into a few solid minutes of some Hunter offense. Galen is eventually able to turn the tide with a German suplex. Galen keeps his offense going with hard blows, but Sean battles back and eventually hits the Smoking Gun!
Pryce: 1!...2!...Thr…
Harvey: Kickout by Galen! Damn I know how to find talent!
Sean can’t believe it and begins pleading his case with the ref, telling him that his last opportunity was a three count. Galen gets to his feet and spins Sean around. Sean is quicker than Galen though and connects with a Decapitator!
Bones: 1!...2!...3!
Pryce: What a showing from Sean Hunter here tonight! Everyone in this match did incredible, but Sean has earned the number one contendership!
Winstone: Here is your winner and number one contender for the RoR Championship…SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAN HUUUUUUUUUUUUNTER!!!
Chelsea climbs in the ring and kisses her husband. Victoria Crantz makes her way down the ramp as Harvey climbs in the ring and shakes Sean’s hand. Harvey leaves as Victoria climbs into the ring with a mic in her hand.
Crantz: Sean, you just debuted here in RoR and are already the number one contender. How do you feel?
Sean: How do I feel? To be honest it hasn’t sunk in yet, but let me tell you this. RoR has been put on notice! I am the real deal, I’ve just become the over night sensation! So, whoever becomes RoR Champion at the end of the night better keep that title nice and polished…because I’m coming for it!
Cameras cut to the back and we see the bright fresh face of one of Ring of Revolution's newest signings, Rob Williams, sitting in a basic plastic chair in front of a RoR banner. With a nervous look splashed across his face, Rob sighs and begins to speak...
Rob: Well, good morning or afternoon wherever you are in the world, ya Internet geeks! *chuckles* Just kidding...I ain't one to antagonize anyone or anything like that. I AM here however to allow you, the fans and stars of Ring of Revolution to contact me on this website--www.RoRstars.net--and ask me questions. Nothing is off limits, everything can be brought up. You know where I got my training, who I looked up to growing up, when I lost my virginity--well, hopefully you understand how deep I am willing to go. *chuckles* The power is in your hands people. I'll be waiting.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:41:45 GMT -5
We cut to the parking area of the American Airlines Arena. The roaring of a sports engine can be heard, tyres sliding across a tarmac floor are audible.
A dark, British Racing green mitsubishi Lancer, Evolution X roars into the parking area and slips itself, seemlessly into an empty space. The camera pans around, no doors appear to be opening and the blacked out windows give no clue as to who's inside.
The only thing that can give anything away is a stencilled on, tribal pattern that spans across the driver's side door and back panels...
A Scorpion.
We cut back to the broadcast table.
Sparrow: It would seem as though we have a guest of honour...
Bones: Not that it REALLY matters....we all know the only important guests tonight are Los Pollos Excelentes!
Bones’ last comment was clearly sarcasm.
Sparrow: See, here's me remembering a video that aired at the end of last weeks Voltage...could well be the CWC Showcase Champion...but no, you decide that he's not important at all and you'd rather talk about Los Pollos...
Bones: Well who has a tag title shot tonight as well as an RoR Championship opportunity?
Sparrow: Umm...Adrianna Szatkowski, Natalie Burrows and Rachel Cole?
Bones: As well as them...wait…they’re the only ones that matter! Do you hear me Pollos?! The only ones that matter!
Pryce: Meanwhile back at the ranch…this next match might be a bit personal. Tellanski has a score to settle here tonight.
Winstone: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...
[glow=gold,5,500]Nail in my hand from my creator you gave me life now show me how to live Nail in my hand from my creator you gave me life now show me how to live[/glow]
"Show Me How To Live" by Audioslave plays loudly throughout the arena. Todd walks out to a round of MASSIVE cheers. He stops midway up the ramp to sign an autograph for a few young fans. One of them is overwhelmed with excitement, the other one playfully boos as he wears a Logan Blyze Tee.
Winstone: Introducing first, from Austin, Texas...TOOOOOOODD TEEEELLAAAAANSKIIIIIIIIII!!!!!
Pryce: There are the two young fans of Todd who he generously signs autographs for..
Bones: Correction, one young fan of his. That other kid is smart, wearing Blyzendise.
Sparrow: Blyzendise?
Bones: Yeah, it means Blyze merchandise. I made it up.
Sparrow: Tacky.
Pryce: At least Todd appreciates his fans, something I doubt you will ever do.
Sparrow: Does Bones even have fans?
Todd smiles as he walks along ringside, he stands alongside a few more fans as RoR magazine photographers snap photos of the young fans with the rising Superstar.)
Winstone: And his opponent....
[glow=gold,5,500] You're about to take a mindtrip So get your ticket stamped Pack your thoughts on up And set yourself To rant and rave I'll pave the way And clear a path For all the aftermath That's gonna happen When these verses hit Your bony ass Bon Voyage I'll check you later Now check your reason Was it all for pleasing Or was it all misleading Or do you need a guide Brother check your side I'm gonna take you on a joyride[/glow]
Everyone looks to the entrance ramp and the crowd soon begins with a mixture of cheers and boos as "Mindtrip" by Nonpoint begins to play over the loudspeakers. Winstone: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...LOOOOGAAAAN BLYYYYYYYZE!!!!!!
Logan makes his way onto the stage as the crowd's mixed reaction for him grows more intense. He looks focused and makes his way straight down to the ring. Climbing inside, he looks across at his opponent. Never taking his eyes off of him.
Bones: These fans aren't all dumb after all. Some of them are intelligent enough to get on the Blyzewagon.
Pryce: Would you just stop with all of the made up words?
Sparrow: Seriously! I think right now YOUR intelligence is in question.
Bones: Hey, it's catchy!
Our referee gets the match underway by calling for the bell. Logan and Todd circle each other before locking up. Todd gains the early advantage, using his upper body strength to shove Logan to the ground. Logan gets back to his feet and goes for the lockup again, and again Todd uses his power and shoves him back to the mat. Logan gets up for the second time and he feigns going for a third lockup, but as Tellanski goes for the grapple, Blyze nails a low dropkick to his knee, instantly flooring the fan favorite.
Pryce: And a cheap tactic already comes into play by Logan.
Bones: That's called smarts, he knew he had an opening and he targeted it.
Todd rolls over to push himself back to his feet, but Logan is on him like a ravaging dog, stomping away at his now tender knee. He then turns him over, locking him into a figure four leglock. Tellanski howls in pain, but as the referee checks for a submission, Todd refuses.
Bones: Put him away as early as possible, that is the way to go. Logan is being smart here, get this night finished and celebrate early.
Sparrow: The strategy is sound, but you aren't going to beat Todd Tellanski that easily, the man has a LOT more fight in him, this match has only just begun.
Logan wrenches Todd's legs as he continues to slap on the pressure. Todd grabs hold of his head in agony but still refuses to quit. He is very far from the ropes, eliminating that option, but he musters up, ignoring the pain and uses his upper body power to slowly force Logan Blyze over as the crowd cheers him on. Finally he gets him over, now turning the hold into a grapevine and it is Logan's turn to yelp out in pain.
Pryce: Todd turns it over! And the pressure on Logan now.
Sparrow: This guy has amazing power even with only one good leg!
It takes only a few seconds of the reversed pressure before Logan releases from the hold, alleviating the grapevine. Todd pulls himself away and recuperates as he tries to return to a vertical base. Logan doesn't have any easier of a time as even just that few seconds of torque did take it's toll on his knees and calves.
Sparrow: Perfect opportunity to regroup here. See if Todd can mount an offense.
Pryce: If he can get up before Logan does, I expect he will. But right now the odds aren't in his favor.
Todd uses the ropes to pull himself up, and he shakes his sore knee a few times to absorb the pain and move on. Logan has also gotten up and he charges Tellanski, but is caught with a devastating spine buster. Todd immediately goes for the cover. And the referee gets into position.
Pryce: 1!...2!...Thr.....
Bones: Blyze gets a shoulder up!
Pryce: Close call there. Very veteran-like ring prowess by Tellanski, going for the immediate cover after a high impact maneuver.
Todd hauls Logan to his feet, lifting him for a Sambo suplex, and CRASHING him down to the mat HARD. Using his good leg, he leaps up for a legdrop, and drops all of his weight over Blyze's throat. Logan rolls over, clutching his neck in pain, and Todd remains aggressive, taking hold of his arm and locking him into a high torque armbar, using his vertical base for leverage against Blyze's downed position.
Sparrow: And Logan grounded for the time being, with Todd in control.
Bones: An armbar isn't going to put Logan away.
Pryce: But it will wear him down, and Todd being the more experienced of the two here tonight, that gives him a decisive advantage.
Todd applies more pressure as he pulls back on Logan's arm, bending it right at the shoulder, Blyze yells out and our referee is there to check for a submission. But Logan refuses, he wiggles around a bit before getting himself enough leeway to roll out of the armbar, and in turn sends Todd over with an armdrag takedown. Tellanski gets back to his feet quickly and is met with a flying forearm from the fast paced, high flying Logan Blyze!
Bones: And how quickly the tide changes!
Sparrow: Logan definitely has the speed advantage and that is showing right now.
Blyze in a quick two step leap to the top turnbuckle and as Tellanski again gets back to his feet, he is sent rocketing down by a missile dropkick. The crowd begins to really get into it as Logan now has control of the match. He gets back to his feet quickly and follows up with a standing moonsault, and remains atop Todd for the cover. Referee slides in, checking both shoulders and starts the count.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Thr...
Pryce: And Tellanski kicks out!
The crowd cheers loudly as Todd was able to kick out before three.
Bones: It was almost over right there! Todd is being put to the limit here!
Sparrow: I have to agree, this has been quite a showing by both competitors. But can Logan put Todd away?
Logan is frustrated as he didn't get the three count and kicks Todd in the face. Tellanski rolls over, holding his face and trying to regain himself as now Blyze runs into the ropes and comes back with a baseball slide dropkick to Todd's ribs. He takes him by the leg and drags him near the corner, climbing the turnbuckle he grins as the crowd gasps, leaping off for a 450 SPLASH!!!
Pryce: And OOOOHHH he nails it...wait NOOOO!
Bones: DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
Tellanski puts his knees up at just the last moment and Logan's abdomen crashes down upon them, sending him rolling away, holding his stomach, curled up in pain. But the impact also takes it's toll on Todd's bad leg as he holds his knee in pain, and both competitors are down and out. Our referee begins his ten count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…
Todd takes hold of the ropes, trying to pull himself back up. Logan crawls toward the ropes at the other end of the ring, still holding his stomach as he too, tries pulling himself up.
8… 9…
Todd manages to pull himself up completely, stopping the referee's count. Logan is up as well, but still semi-doubled over as he tries to recollect himself. Todd takes a few moments to get himself back in gear. The crowd cheers him on.
Bones: Uh oh, this doesn't look good.
Pryce: Some inspiration from the fans, and Tellanski looks like he has his second wind.
Todd steadily walks directly at Logan who tries to catch him with an off guard shot, but it is blocked, and Todd now sends a hard right hand to Blyze, and then a left, and another, the ropes being the only thing keeping Logan on his feet now, and Todd sends him for an Irish whip into the ropes, catching him with a PERFECT overhead belly to belly suplex, and the crowd is ON FIRE! for Tellanski.
Pryce: Look at Tellanski go! He has taken this match and turned it around just like that!
Bones: And these morons are loving it!
Sparrow: They are enjoying the heat of competition, and these two are certainly delivering here at Road to Gold!
Logan gets back to his feet quickly, but staggers sideways as he is still very dazed, Tellanski wastes no time as he lifts Blyze up for a scoop slam. He grabs hold of him by the hair and pulls him back to his feet. Blyze counters with a thumb to the eyes and Todd stumbles back, rubbing them. This gives Logan time to shake off the cobwebs. He heads back into the ropes, and returns at Todd for a hurricarrana, but Tellanski catches him and drops him down with a POWERBOMB! Referee is there for the count.
Bones: 1!...2!...Thre...
Pryce: It's over...NO! SOMEHOW Logan kicked out!
Bones: I almost had a heart attack there! Damn was that close!
Todd rolls off of the cover and again, hauls Logan to his feet, he lifts him for a standing suplex, but Blyze wiggles around and drops back, catching Tellanski for a reverse DDT, and again both competitors are down. Our referee begins another ten count.
1… 2… 3… 4…
After only four this time, Logan gets to his feet, Tellanski is also getting himself to his feet. Blyze runs past him into the ropes, and just as he gets to his feet, Logan delivers a NASTY chop block to his bad leg, sending him crashing back down to the mat. With Todd down, he wastes no time getting to the top of the turnbuckle and leaps off, this time NAILING the 450 SPLASH!!!!
Sparrow: He landed it! HE LANDED IT THIS TIME!
Bones: It's OVER!
The crowd holds their breath as the ref comes in for the count)
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Thr…
Pryce: NO! He just BARELY got a shoulder up!
Bones: That's IMPOSSIBLE!! How the HELL?!!!
The crows ROARS as Todd kicks out, and Blyze is LIVID as he gets right into the ref's face, shouting at him that it was a three count. He asserts his authority, and tells Blyze it was only two. He looks like he is ready to explode. Tellanski is still very dazed on the canvas as he starts to stir just a bit. Logan continues to argue with the ref, and starts kicking at the ropes in disgust before finally returning her attention to Todd.
Pryce: He wasted valuable time by trying to question the referee's call.
Bones: It was a slow count!
Sparrow: It was not! And you know it!
Logan again climbs to the top turnbuckle, deciding to deliver another to his foe, but as he reaches the top, Todd quickly springs up and knocks into him, causing Blyze to lose his balance, he falls backward from the top, landing right on his head. He looks to be out of it and this garners a large "OOOOOHHHHHHH" from the crowd.
Pryce: He may have broken his neck there. No matter how the crowd feels about him, no one wants to see an injury. I don't know if he is alright.
Bones: He just landed on his head and neck, what do you think?!
Our referee keeps Tellanski at bay as he checks on Logan's condition, Todd obliges without incident and stands back, waiting to see what his opponent's condition would be, and if the match was to continue or not. After a few moments the ref signals that the match will continue, and Blyze begins to stir. Tellanski takes his time, waiting for the right moment and when Logan gets to his feet, he is taken up and over with a gutwrench suplex. Blyze wails in pain as he arches up with his back in agony now, he slowly crawls to the ropes. Todd stalks him and as he gets to his knees, he grabs Logan, trying to get him in position for the T-LOCK!!! But Blyze uses all he has to launch him up for a back body drop and he is sent over the top and to the outside. Logan again favors his back and neck.
Sparrow: Todd sent to the outside as Logan wise enough to get out of that predicament.
Bones: But he needs to capitalize, suck it up and stay on him!
Logan staggers a bit, still holding his back. And as Tellanski gets to his feet on the outside, Logan takes another high risk, diving over the top into a flying cross body that sends Todd into the guardrail and yet again, both are down. And again a ten count begins.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…
Logan makes it back to his feet and slides into the ring. Todd is also making it to his feet as the count continues.
7… 8… 9…
Todd manages to get back into the ring before the count of ten, but as he rolls inside, Blyze begins stomping on him relentlessly as he fights to get to his feet. He forces his way up as Logan now starts clubbing him over the back to try and keep him down, but he gets back to his feet. He shoves Logan down hard, but he comes back like a cat after rolling backward, and is met with a HARD clothesline from Todd, sending him right back down.
Pryce: I am surprised at how long this match has gone on. You have got to believe that it's wearing both of them down, how much longer can they go?
Bones: Blyze needs to do something, and do it fast. The longer it goes, the more it favors Tellanski. And right now, he is back in control.
Todd waits as Logan slowly gets back to his feet and he attempts an Irish whip to the turnbuckle, but is is reversed and it is Todd who is sent to the corner, Logan charges and follows up with a splash, But Tellanski moves out of the way and Logan NAILS the top turnbuckle, bouncing off of it and spinning around in a staggered state, he is met with a kick to the gut and doubles over, Todd hoists himself up onto the turnbuckle now, and leaps off at the doubled over Blyze and NAILS the CRASHDOWN! MUCH to the approval of the crowd.
Sparrow: CRASHDOWN! HE'S GOT IT!
Bones: NO! NO! NO! DAMN IT!
(Tellanski covers Blyze as our referee slides in for the count.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Thre…
Pryce: It's over!
But Logan had just BARELY managed to drape his foot over the bottom rope before the three and the ref sees it, calling the count at two. And Tellanski looks a bit surprised.
Bones: YES! It's only TWO! He got the rope!
Sparrow: This is INSANE!
The crowd boos at the decision and Tellanski rises back to his feet as Logan, although able to stop from being pinned, is still very much out of it. Todd pulls Blyze to the center of the ring now and again goes for a cover, with the ropes no longer an option. The ref drops to the mat for the count.
Pryce: 1!...2!...Thre...
And this time Logan is able to kick out. And again Todd is a bit surprised, but smiles as he shakes his head, contemplating what he will do next. He stands again, pulling Logan to his knees. He is unable to stand up and is mostly dead weight as Todd looks to the crowd now with a thumbs up signal. The crowd roars as he again goes to position Blyze for yet another Crashdown, but suddenly he is pulled down as Logan rolls him into a cradle and our ref is there for the count.
Bones: 1!...2!...3! Pryce: WHAT?!
Bones: He did it! HE WON!
Todd kicks out just after three and the bell is rung, he looks completely shocked as Tellanski quickly rolls out of the ring, staggering along. Tellanski looks around, still unable to process what just happened as it took place so quickly.
Winstone: Here is your winner.....LOOOOGAAAAANN BLYYYYYYZEEEE!!!!
Sparrow: What a match!
Bones: I knew it all along. Phew!. Logan has delivered here tonight.
Todd climbs out of the ring, he holds his hands on his hips and shakes his head, still not believing he just lost. But before he could think over his shortcomings any longer he is sent tumbling down to the concrete floor.
Pryce: What the hell was THAT for?
Bones: Good measure?
We look on as the match's victor was still not through with Tellanski. Blyze, holding a steel chair in hand stands over Tellanski, who is again clutching his knee in anguish. As our cameras cut in close we can hear Blyze speaking to Todd.
Blyze: It's nothing personal. But this is my night!
With that he CRACKS the chair down into Tellanski kneecap and Todd screams out a blood curdling scream. Over and over again the chair is smashed into the already injured knee. Finally Blyze throws down the chair. Tellanski moans and yells, trying to quell the pain in his leg.
Sparrow: This is uncalled for! He already won the match. What is this proving?
Bones: It proves that Logan Blyze belongs! He is making an example here. Putting the roster on notice!
Pryce: There was no need for this. The man earned himself a hard fought victory and is flushing it down the toilet with these actions.
Blyze isn't finished just yet as he kicks the ringside steps over with purpose. The crowd begins to boo as he now hoists the top portion of the steps up, carrying them over toward Tellanski. Todd is unable to defend himself as he is still immobile on the concrete floor.
Sparrow: Oh come on! This isn't necessary. You won the match, it's over!
Pryce: I don't know what he's thinking, or what he's trying to prove. But we need help out here!
Bones: This isn't good for Tellanski. Run Todd Run!
Pryce: Ugh! You are such an insensitive idiot!
Bones: What? I said run.
Blyze holds the ringsteps up high as he looks down at Todd one more time, again mouthing "It's nothing personal" before using all of his strength to SLAM the steps into Todd kneecap. A loud and sickening CRACK is heard and Todd wails out in pain, rolling around uncontrollably, trying anything to subside the pain. Logan surveys the carnage he's just left in his wake before turning and slowly walking up the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos.
Bones: I think....I think I see BONE!
Pryce: It could be dislocated, might be snapped in half in there. Tellanski is in BAD shape!
Sparrow: Wait, he may be right...I see bone I think!
Our cameras pan in closely on Todd's knee. Thankfully, there is no exposed bones, but the abnormal lump pushing his skin upward into almost a "knot" does NOT look good. Many in the crowd cringe.
Pryce: We have medical staff on the way to the ring to get Tellanski the aid he needs. We're going to have a word backstage as we get Tellanski taken care of. We can only hope that he will have a speedy recovery.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:43:53 GMT -5
Cameras go backstage and we see "Southern Strong Style" spinning around on his chair singing "Last Night A DJ Saved My Life" before a gruff voice snaps him back to reality...
Cameraman: Hey! We're back on, man!
Rob: Oh sh*t! My bad! *clears throat* OK...*checks computer monitor* Ah! I have three questions from the chick-magnet handler name of crybabycutler34. We'll break these down one by one, yo!
"What are your plans here in RoR?"
Ah! My plan here is to go down in the Hall of Fame here. I plan on doing the damn thing in this company, AKA leave my mark here by breakin' necks and cashin' checks, ya dig? RoR is a young upstart company and yours truly wants to be a cornerstone of this company.
"Who do you want to face the most?"
Ohhh! Well, since no one has called me out I really can't say that I want to face any particular person--except Justin Partial. Why him? I've been all around the world and trained in a variety of styles from Strong Style and King's Road to the Irish Catch and Wigan styles and have never seen a style like Justin's. That's what I love most about pro wrestling: different challenges. While the whole Chicken or Pollo group is unique as well--they got other things to worry about at the PPV.
Finally, "Any plans to go after any titles in the near future?"
Yes, I do. All in due time. When I feel I have enough wins under my belt, the first piece of gold I'd like to chase would of course be the International title. Tag gold sounds nice but I doubt anyone would wanna team with a Southern gentlemen like myself. *chuckles*
So first question outta the way!! Come on fans, I got all day and night for this sh*t! *chuckles heartily* Come on with some more!
Cameras go back to ringside.
Pryce: What a hell of a night we’ve had here ladies and gentlemen. It is now time to crown out first ever International champion.
Bones: Oh yes, this match should be a real.... What do we have here?
Max Static leaps the guard rail and approaches the announce position.
Pryce: Well trick or treat. We’re being joined by Max Static.
Max takes a seat and puts on a headset.
Max Static: What’s going on fellas?
Bones: Not much. You aren’t scheduled to be out here. What gives?
Max Static: I wasn’t supposed to be out of tonight’s main event either but I see that happened. And now my face is mangled.
Pryce: So is that the reason for the bag?
Max Static: It’s a sack, not a bag. I suffered horrible burns to my facial structure and now I’ve got one person on my mind, Sarah Twilight. She’ll have her day, you just watch.
“Invincible” begins to play and Jack Johnson makes his way to the ring.
[glow=gold,5,500] Bow down I’m invincible tonight I’m alive Take a look into my eyes This time I’ma take you for a ride I’m invincible tonight[/glow]
Max Static: This guy doesn’t deserve to be in this match.
Bones: How so? He beat you, just like Twilight did earlier.
Max glares at Bones.
“Monster” starts to play and Matt Ward makes his way to the ring with Miley Michaels at his side.
[glow=gold,5,500]The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it[/glow]
Max Static: Matt Ward? I demolished this pussy, why’s he still around?
The bell sounds and the match begins quickly. Ward and Johnson exchange blows in the center of the ring. Ward knees Johnson in the midsection and then throws him to the turnbuckle. Johnson smacks the turnbuckle, the ropes shake a little and Ward hits a big splash in the corner. Johnson ducks under the powerful clothesline attempt of Ward and kicks him in the knee. Ward falls to the canvas and Johnson takes this time to land an elbow drop. Johnson makes a quick cover.
Sparrow: 1!...Ward kicks out.
Pryce: And a near fall from Jack Johnson. How do you feel about these two men Static?
Max Static: I feel that they shouldn’t be in the ring right now. Not competing for my belt.
Bones: Your belt?
Max Static: Yes, my belt. Rachel Cole is going to win the RoR Championship tonight, and Delinquent Society will prosper. I see these two men are not fit to hold this gold and they now have targets on their back.
Max lights a cigarette.
Pryce: There’s no smoking in here.
Max Static: Blow me.
Back in the ring Ward gets Johnson in a school boy roll up.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...
The ref stops the count and forces Ward to let go of the ring ropes. Johnson climbs to his feet and is met by Ward. Johnson ducks under the spinning axe kick and connects with a roundhouse kick of his own. Johnson slides out of the ring and drags Matt Ward to the turnbuckle. He grabs his right left and slams it against the ring post.
Pryce: Jack Johnson is ruthless!!
Max Static: You’re insane, Johnson is very remorseful.
Johnson drags Ward out of the ring and slams him into the guard rail before sliding back into the ring.
Bones: I don’t think the title changes hands on a count out.
Ward slides back into the ring and is approached immediately by Jack Johnson. Johnson locks him up and attempts a belly to belly suplex but Ward blocks it and retaliates with an overhead belly to belly suplex of his own. Ward makes a cover.
Sparrow: 1!...Tw…Johnson kicks out!
Max Static: I really dig Ward’s new look. I wonder who did his extensions.
Pryce: Those are not extensions Max.
Max Static: Bullocks. You’re lying, and so is he.
Ward brings Johnson to his feet and slams him to the canvas via a running bulldog. Ward makes another cover attempt, but Johnson throws his arms off him and rolls out of the ring. Ward follows after him and gets smacked with a vicious running yakuza kick. The kick has so much force, Ward flies into the ringsteps and smacks his upper back and head against the steal.
Bones: Matt Ward may have injured something.
Max Static: Now we’re talking.
Jack Johnson arches his back and imitates Wards bodily response to the whip lash of the throw. Johnson kicks Ward in the stomach before leaning down and slapping the taste out of his mouth. Johnson brings Matt Ward to his feet and tosses him into the guard rail. The ref pleads with Johnson to get him back in the ring but Johnson just runs the referee out of his personal space. The ref gets back in the ring and starts the count, out...
1!
Johnson lifts Ward in the air and drops his chest across the guard rail. He falls to the ground in and pain and Johnson continues the offensive attack “2!” by dropping an elbow across Wards chest. “3!”
Johnson grabs a fans drink “4!” and allows Ward to make it back to his feet. “5!” Johnson winds up and launches the ice cold Pepsi “6!” at Ward, blinding him for a moment. “7!” Johnson grabs Ward by the back of the head and tosses him back into the ring. He follows after.
Bones: Jack Johnson is doing whatever it takes to get a victory and I respect that.
Max Static: This truly is an epic battle in ROR history, but thos of these guys still suck!
Pryce: Oh Max, why are you so negative?
Max Static: I’m not negative, I’m real. And Miley Michaels needs to stop by my hotel room tonight. I’ll show her my other potato sack.
Johnson climbs to his feet and is met by an Axe Kick from Matt Ward. Ward gets up, winsing in pain. He grabs Johnson by the hair and lifts him. “SMACK!” He lands a knife edge chop. “SMACK!” He lands another. Ward throws Johnson against the ropes via the irish whip. Matt Ward executes a drop toe hold and then immediately locks Jack Johnson into an STFU.
Pryce: The Seclusion! ..in the center of the ring. There’s no way he’ll make it. NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!
Johnson fights for the ropes while screaming in pain. His blood pumps through his veins as the ref continues to ask him if he gives up. Johnson uses his strength and pulls toward the ropes, he finally reaches the ropes and Ward releases the hold.
Pryce: That was a close one.
Ward drags Johnson out of the corner by the foot forcing Johnson to hop around on one leg. Ward pulls Johnson closer and attempts a russian legsweep. Jack Johnson delivers two elbows to the jaw of Ward before executing a back-2-backbreaker. Ward falls to the mat in pain, seemingly to have injured his back once again.
Max Static: I may have under estimated Jack Johnson.
Johnson climbs to his feet and drops a knee across the back of Ward’s neck. He climbs to his feet again and drops another knee across the shoulder blades.
Bones: Johnson found a weakness and now he’s looking to exploit it.
Jack Johnson guides Matt Ward to his feet and puts him back down via the scoop slam. Jack Johnson makes a cover.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Th…
Ward throws a shoulder up. Johnson argues with the ref about the timing of his count and goes back to the attack on Ward. Johnson grapples Ward and slams him to the canvas with a snap suplex.
Pryce: Matt Ward is in serious pain.
Max Static: I wonder if Miley swallows.
Pryce: Come again?
Max Static: That’s what she said. Hahahaha.
Jack Johnson climbs to the top rope.
Bones: Johnson heading to the top for a little high risk.
Matt Ward stumbles on his feet and leaps to the ropes. They shake and Johnson splits the turnbuckle. Matt Ward climbs to the middle rope, delivering punches to Johnson’s face as he makes his two stepped climb of fate. They grapple up and Matt Ward leaps from the middle rope executing a 3/4‘s ace crusher!
Bones: DIABOLICAL OFF THE ROPES!
Matt Ward crawls over to a seemingly on conscious Jack Johnson and drapes his arm over...
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Oh come on!
Miley Michaels jumps the gun to celebrate and leaps onto the ring apron. The referess stops his count and begins ordering Miley Michaels to get off the apron. They continue to argue as Matt Ward becomes more and more frustrated in the ring.
Max Static: What is the hell is going on? What kind of shit is that?
Bones: I have no clue.
Sparrow: Do you blame the official or do you blame Miley?
All of the sudden a very attractive brunette jumps over the guard rail and nails Miley with a hard clothesline. Ward gets to his feet and gets distracted by the brawl outside. He says, “Alexandra?” as he watches the woman cripple Miley. Johnson takes advantage by rolling Ward up.
Pryce: 1!...2!...3! New International Champion!
Max Static: Hmmm…looks like I know who I’m going after. Later.
Static takes off the headset as Johnson celebrates with his newly won title.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:45:14 GMT -5
We again see Rob backstage. As he reads the next question he damn near spills his can of Pepsi.
Rob: Wow! 'DivineChaos' has decided to go deep with two very good questions. *chuckles*
First: "Hey Rob, why'd you get into the wrestling industry and what inspires you to keep going even when times get rough?"
I got into the wrestling industry because it has been a lifelong dream but I was always taught to have something to fall back on which became the Navy. After serving five years, I decided to move on and get trained in just about all the styles that I could afford and here I am!
When this business gets rough, I look to an unlikey source: Mom! *chuckles* I know, it's crazy, but I AM a Southern boy, after all. Ma couldn't stand wrestling when I was growing up but I loved it and eventually, like all good parents, she decided to support me in my dream. So through all the times I slept in my car at Rip Chord's School of Hard Knocks gym and through all the ketchup and white rice diets--Mom was there to keep me in it until the end and she will keep me in it even to this day.
Rob shifts uncomfortably in his chair before continuing.
Rob: Now, the next question was about my virginity. . .lost it at age 17 to a double bagger!! *chuckles* Ok, folks, been awesome chillin with you but I…am…out!
Cameras go back to ringside as suddenly the lights fall black.
Sparrow: What on Earth is going on here?
Bones: I dunno, maybe Los Pollos are gracing us with a visit...but I hope not.
Pryce: I would doubt it...they don't have green spotlights that fly everywhere...
Sure enough, green spotlights fly across the arena as suddenly a dance riff begins to play.
[glow=gold,5,500] “HERE TONIGHT I CROCK A THOUSAND HEADS... HERE TO UNITE...THROUGH COMMON...DREADS!”[/glow][/color]
The screaming of Rou from Enter Shikari fills the arena as the dance riff continues on.
[glow=gold,5,500] “NOW WHO'S WITH ME?” [/glow][/color]
The crowd fills in the “ohhhh!” in the next section as Samuel Hessingstock steps out onto the stage, wearing a pair of black jeans, a torn up black vest top and a pair of oakley sunglasses that hide his eyes perfectly. He steps forward, smiling wildly before making his way down to the ring, stopping halfway down the ramp to put his glasses on the face of a young child. He continues on, sliding into the ring, sliding his PrYde World Championship into the ring before him. He scoops it up as he stands before taking a microphone.
Hess: ALL MY LIONS...
Crowd: SHOW...YOUR...PRIDE!!
Hess: ...And there was me thinkin'...that you wouldn't quite get what to do there. AMERICAN AIRLINES ARENA MIAMI...How great it is to see your beautiful faces once more...it's been FAR too long.
Hess: Yep...that's right, that's me. Haha...so erm...where to begin. Just wanna say first up, that me being here tonight is also being aired on Vindication, which if you didn't know, is airing on Sky Sports 1 and Spike TV next Tuesday, so this is filmed in advance for that show...sorry Starr, sorry I couldn't be there for you in person...and if ya didn't know, that show is the 'go home' show to PrYde's PPV show...Ruthless Intentions. Now I know, I'm here tonight at Ring of Revolution, Road To Gold, and I'm here for a very valid reason...but first, I do want to address something from PrYde...just as it seems that...well ya know, my young lions, they are everywhere.
That thing that I want to address is Waylon Holladay.
In case you don't know, he's my opponent for the pay per view and I've sorta been dealing with everything else under the sun, not really been talking to or about him...so I figured I would kill two birds with one stone tonight. I spoke to management of Ring of Revolution, they told me it was okay to do this...so here we go.
Waylon.
There was a time I kinda...respected you in PrYde. Thought you was a nice guy, worth talking to, worth trying to befriend. Then one little issue happens, you take one false step in HELPING that person get a win and...well...it all goes south from there. I mean, if it weren't for me, I'd be facing StarrZoe next week, not you. You was on a breadline, close to losing and I stepped in, making sure that the man that attacked me the week previous didn't get a shot at the title.
Since then, you've stood over me as I've fallen victim to men, you've staked your claim at the title and well...here I am, still standing as PrYde world champ.
I am PrYde's ironman for a reason, and that reason is...it takes a whole lot more than what most men have to take me down. Taurus Black couldn't manage it. Maxxx Hardcore couldn't manage it. Alexander StarrZoe couldn't manage it.,,and yeah, sure, you've been taking title after title in PrYde...but that doesn't mean you can walk in and just take another. This will be the hardest match of your career and I don't want you making any mistake about it. I will be bringing a fight to you.
I will not just let you claim a win because I once upon a time respected you. That respect is by far...gone now, and you will have to re-earn it...
And while we're talking of earning respect...actually it brings me onto my next...subject.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am now back in world Ring of Revolution...and my subject now is a challenge that was issued to myself a couple of weeks back on Voltage. She...is the number one contender...along with Super Pollo for the Ring of Revolution Championship...she's absolutely gorgeous...she is of course...Miss Rachel Cole.
Now that isn't me calling you out Cole, it's not me saying make your way to the ring at all...oh no. But I do wanna try to tie all of this in.
Rachel, two weeks ago on Voltage, you called me out, saying you wanted a match with the CWC Showcase Champion for the title. Now...unfortunately the ninja's still have my title...seriously, can't make that sorta stuff up...but none the less, as promised last week in that little video I had the production guys sort out for me...I'm here to answer you.
Your answer Miss Cole is...
The lights again go out in the arena momentarily. Red lips appear on the RoR-tron and they yell out the words "Cult Classic!" With that a screeching guitar bursts from the P.A system. Blue lights begin to flash on the rampway as "Cult Classic" appears on the tron like the text of the movie Jaws. The opening guitar solo of "Battle Stations" by Winger continues to play. The guitar picks up even more and "The Cult Classic" Rachel Cole comes out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a beanie with a green marijuana leaf on it. Along with the Vixen's title around her waist, she is wearing leather pants and a leather top. Over the top, she has a leather vest that cuts a little bit below the mid drift.
[glow=gold,5,500]Oh Yeah! Hit It![/glow][/color]
The minute this lyric hits the P.A, she throws off her beanie gallons of water pour down from above and Rachel faces upwards as it drenches her as she opens her vest a little. The crowd is going crazy for Cole and once the water finishes pouring she slides her hand through her hair. She then points towards the ring with her index finger and then gingerly makes her way to the ring.
[glow=gold,5,500] Breakin’ out, I’m on a mission, Been caught between heaven and hell. My guitar is my ammunition, Raise the flag, sound the mission bell.[/glow][/color]
While she makes her way down the ring, she still does slap fives to some of the fans in the crowd. Rachel Cole then heads to the apron and rolls onto the apron and underneath the bottom rope.
[glow=gold,5,500] Everybody always wants control of me, The only way to get it’s over my dead body.[/glow][/color]
She then heads over to the middle turnbuckle and carefully does the splits on them while lifting up her right arm towards the fans.
[glow=gold,5,500]Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone’s trying to brainwash me, Battle stations![/glow]
She then gets off the turnbuckle, again being very careful of her ankle, and heads into the middle of the ring and pulls the Vixens title off of her waist and holds it up towards the Cult of fans that are in attendance.
She now stands, Vixens title back on her shoulder, a determined look on her face in front of the CWC Showcase Champ.
Hess: Wow...how nice of you to join us Rachel...God you look...good.
Males in the crowd can be heard wolf whistling at her as Hessingstock stands, smile wiped across his face.
Hess: In all seriousness, I'm glad you could make it to the ring tonight actually...because before I answer your challenge...I just wanna say, good luck for tonight.
Cole: Hessingstock...look, I don't have all night. Just get down to business already.
Hess: Okay, yeah, that's fair enough Rach...I can call you that right?
She does nothing but shoots him an evil look at this point.
Hess: Alright, alright. Okay, so your challenge...Rach...sorry...no...wait...Rachel...I uh...never intended to win the title in the first place. Yet here I am, hold...no...with my name on the plaque for it. Needless to say...I get the ultimate say in whether the match happens. I get the chance to show myself across the world and I get the chance to stand in front of great fans like these and answer challenges like yours...
And Cole, your answer...is yes.
I WILL face you....and I tell you what, I'll face you on NEXT WEEK'S VOLTAGE!
The crowd ROARS as Rachel Cole looks shocked, before then smiling widely.
Hess: Hey there...don't look so shocked Rach. You earned this shot. You earned it by being one of the top stars of Ring of Revolution and you earned it in the same way you earned your shot at the World Title tonight. Best of luck out there Rach...I know you'll knock 'em dead.
He offers his hand for a shake and she stands there thinking of what to do next. Instead of kindly shaking his hand, she asks for the mic. He graciously hands it to her.
Cole: I appreciate the wish... but I don't need luck tonight. I just need myself and that is all I ever needed. And when we step into the ring next Voltage... I WILL BE THE CHAMPION OF ROR!
There is a nice little cheer from the crowd. She then directs her attention back to Hess.
Cole: I am just as eager to challenge for your Showcase title as you are to defend it against me. I couldn't think of a better opponent to step up my game with. you Mr. Hessingstock. And I guarantee we will put on a show that Pryde, RoR, or CWC fans will ever forget.
Again there is another pop as Hess and Cole both acknowledge it.
Cole: But as great as it is going to be... you need to prepare yourself. You need to prepare yourself for me taking that title from you. Because I don't go into a match to lose... I go in winning. And if you think that I put on a hell of a fight tonight... just wait until it is me in you in the middle of the ring.
Hess nods and says "I can handle that."
Cole: Good then we have ourselves a God damn Showcase title match.
She extends her hand to seal the deal but instead he grabs it and kisses it... and then shakes it. She nods and accepts it and then slides out the ring leaving Samuel Hessingstock in the middle to soak a little bit more of the cheers he is getting for being in an RoR ring.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:46:51 GMT -5
Cameras cut to the back to show all three of Los Pollos standing behind a table that has a bucket of chicken from The Pollo Bucket. They’re all smiling underneath their masks. Cinco speaks first.
BP: Hola RoR people. Los Pollos here with a community service announcement.
Hijo: We would like to tell all of you people to come eat at Mexico’s number one pollo restaurant, The Pollo Bucket.
Super: And you know you can trust us since we are the ones that are taking home all of the RoR championships that matter. Our pollo is just as good as our wrestling.
Hijo: And if you’ve never had our pollo...
BP: Just watch our next match to see how good it is.
Cinco and El Hijo get a high five from Super before they walk off. Cameras cut to the ring to show Morrigan Winstone in the ring.
Winstone: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a the Falls Count Somewhere match for the RoR Tag Team Championships! *cheers* Introducing the special referee for tonight’s contest…JAVIERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR GUERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRERRO!!!
Javi is in the ring and waves to the Miami crowd as they give him a mixed reaction. Javi holds up the tag titles as “Innocence” by Halestorm hits the PA system.
[glow=gold,5,500]See it from the outside Running toward the wall Seeing from your blinds eye But you don't know me at all I've been here Too many times before And your tears don't mean a thing I only come when you scream I told you
Just don't follow me home You're just too perfect for my hands to hold If you choose to stay You'll throw it all away And I just want to take your innocence[/glow]
The area right in front of the curtain is bathed in blinding light thanks to a couple of overhead spotlights while coral-colored lights illuminate the rest of the arena, the end result seemingly coloring the air itself. Stepping out into that brilliant light, Natalie Burrows and Adrianna Szatkowski walk to the edge of that blinding spot until they are visible. Natalie raises her fists above her head as Adrianna smiles and points to the crowd. The movements trigger white and coral pyros to shoot in front of them in criss-crossing sparks, the two ladies emerging from the beam of light as the last round fires off.
Winstone: Introducing first, from Manchester, England and Durham, North Carolina respectively… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAADRIAAAAAAAAAAAAANA SZATKOWSKI and NNNNNNNNNNNNATALIE BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROWS!!!
The two slap a few of the hands that are offered to them as they move down the ramp. The duo slides into the ring on their stomachs before getting to their feet. Natalie mounts the nearest turnbuckle as she looks out over the crowd and Adrianna mounts the opposite turnbuckle. Natalie once again raises her fists in the air to evoke cheers from the crowd. The two linger on the turnbuckles for a few moments before hopping down as “Weird” Al Yankovic’s “Eat It” begins playing.
[glow=gold,5,500] How come you're always such a fussy young man? Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran. Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan. So eat it, just eat it.[/glow]
Black Pollo V and El Hijo de Pollo strut out onto the stage to a huge ovation of boos from the crowd. They begin making their way to the ring as red and white lights flash to the beat of the music.
Bones: Great, and this night was going so well too.
Winstone: And their opponents, from Tijuana, Mexico… LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS EXCELENTES!!!
Javi smiles as Los Pollos climb into the ring. They shake Javi’s hand as Natalie and Adrianna look on in disgust.
Pryce: Well these two ladies have the right to be upset, not only were they robbed last week but now it appears they’re going to have to deal with a biased referee!
Sparrow: And they’re in Los Pollos’ type of match. The deck is clearly stacked against them!
Bones: What are the rules for this thing anyway? A Falls Count Somewhere match?
Sparrow: The rules are simple. It’s no disqualification, and only Javier Guerrero knows where a pinfall will count. This match could end in the third row, right in the center of the ring, or even right here on our announce table Bones.
Bones: You mean we may get an even closer looks at these chickens? Oh goody. *fake throw up noises*
Javi rings the bell and this title match is underway. The two teams immediately pair off, BP taking on Adrianna and Natalie dealing with El Hijo, and start the action. Natalie gets El Hijo backed into a corner and begins hitting him with hard knife-edged chops as BP gets Adrianna locked into a side headlock. Adrianna sends BP into the ropes, but BP responds with a hard shoulder block. BP then transitions into a basic submission hold that Adrianna quickly gets out of. Adrianna gets back to her feet and the two begin exchanging blows.
Meanwhile, Natalie has control of El Hijo in the corner. She gets a little space and charges. She connects with a monkey flip that sends El Hijo flying to the center of the ring. She quickly goes for the cover, but Javi waves it off.
Bones: Does that mean that falls don’t count in the ring?
Pryce: That’s exactly what it means Bones, and that is a pretty nice strategy by Natalie. She knew she wouldn’t get the three, but it gets her one step closer to figuring out where the fall will count.
Natalie tosses El Hijo out of the ring, and Adrianna quickly follows suite by tossing BP out as well. Both ladies send each other a glance and then slingshot over the top rope, taking out both Pollos. The crowd cheers for the ladies as they get to their feet. Both members of Los Pollos begin to stir right away since the match is still so young.
Natalie takes a swing at El Hijo, but he blocks it and connects with a hard shot of his own. He starts with a flurry of forearm shots, elbows, kicks, and the like. The blows are coming so fast that Natalie has no time to react, and as a result she is sent down to the floor with a Shotei. El Hijo starts stomping away at her, making sure she’s going to stay down for a while. He then climbs up on the apron, leaps up to the second rope, springs off of it and connects with a moonsault.
Sparrow: Very nice move from El Hijo right there.
Pryce: Pollo V has Adrianna pinned on the ramp! Javi doesn’t see it! Javi doesn’t see it!
El Hijo quickly tells Javi to turn around, but by the time he does it is too late as Adrianna had already got out of the pinning predicament. El Hijo runs around the ring and halfway up the ramp, putting the rookie into a two on one situation. Los Pollos immediate set Adrianna up for a double vertical suplex, which connects. Adrianna lands on the metal ramp with a sick thud and immediately clutches her back. BP immediately picks up Adrianna and applies a facelock. El Hijo almost immediately begins connecting with hard knees and forearm shots to her back.
Pryce: A modified version of the KFC here.
Bones: Ugh…
Sparrow: Having flashbacks Bones?
Bones: Shut up.
Los Pollos’ assault continues until Natalie comes charging up the ramp and blindsides El Hijo. She then begins hitting BP with hard rights and lefts. The two battle up the ramp as Adrianna gets back to her feet and begins dealing with El Hijo. All four competitors battle their way up the ramp. The two pairs are fairly even, but El Hijo gets the upper hand on Adrianna. He starts landing hard forearms to her face, ducks a punch and turns it into a millennium suplex. This turns into a pinning combination, but Javi waves off the pin.
Pryce: Well, falls don’t count on the ramp.
Sparrow: We know that they don’t count in the ring or on the ramp, but there’s still a lot of arena left Pryce.
Bones: This thing could go on forever. Damn it!
El Hijo looks at Javi and holds his arms out as if to say, “What’re you doing man?” El Hijo then gets to his feet and notices the Natalie is starting to get a slight edge on BP. El Hijo gets behind her and puts her in a full nelson. A double team starts as BP starts hitting Natalie in her stomach. Both Pollos then grab an arm of Natalie and slam her hard into the metal wall of the stage.
Adrianna is back on her feet and begins to try to battle both Pollos by herself. Her offense only lasts a second or two before Los Pollos take control. They beat her down but BP doesn’t allow her to fall. He holds her upright and El Hijo gets a little bit of space. He charges and connects with a dropkick that sends Adrianna stumbling backwards and into the backstage area. Both Pollos follow her as Natalie lays on the stage, clutching the back of her head.
Sparrow: Adrianna is in the back getting double teamed, but her partner is in no condition to help her!
Bones: No, no, no! This can’t happen!
Pryce: Sit down! You don’t need to get involved with the Pollos again. Can we get a camera backstage so we know what’s going on?!
As if on command, cameras show a fallen Adrianna. BP is delivering hard kicks, but El Hijo is nowhere to be found. After a few more kicks from BP, El Hijo comes into view and has a chair in his hand. BP continues stomping Adrianna, who screams out in pain as El Hijo connects with a chair shot to her ribs. El Hijo sends another chair shot into Adrianna’s ribs. He looks to hit her with another one, but Natalie arrives to make the save. She grabs the chair away from El Hijo and kicks him in the stomach. She drops the chair and starts battling with both members of Los Pollos. She looks to have the advantage but the double team again starts to take control. Los Pollos are about to take total control of Natalie until Adrianna is able to sweep BP off his feet with a sweeping kick.
Natalie slams El Hijo hard on the concrete. She backs up and sends a kick to his ribs. She then climbs on top of a table. When El Hijo finally gets to his feet he gets dropped with a “springboard” roundhouse kick that Natalie calls Fury.
Sparrow: Natalie is getting creative with the Fury. Cover!
Bones: Ah Javi waves it off. Crap!
Adrianna notices that Natalie’s cover got waved off, so she pulls BP to his feet. She gets Natalie’s attention and the two ladies double hip toss BP to the floor. Adrianna is quick to notice El Hijo getting to his feet and drops him with a bulldog. She gets to her feet and is fired up.
Pryce: The rookie is really showing us some skills here tonight!
Bones: She’s stepped her game up for PPV Pryce, duh!
Sparrow: Duh? You’re going with duh? Really?
Los Pollos fight to their feet and all four competitors begin exchanging blows as they move down the hallway. The ladies are clearly the fan favorites.
As the match slowly makes its way down the hall, Los Pollos using every opportunity they get to slam the ladies up against the walls. Finally, Natalie slams El Hijo up against a door and proceeds to kick him through it! The door, along with El Hijo, crashes to the floor and reveals Harvey McCutchins’ office.
Harvey: What the hell?!
Harvey sits behind his desk in shock as the match spills its way into his office. Adrianna hits the Exclamation Point on BP and falls into a cover. Javi begins to count!
Pryce: Falls count in Harvey’s office! 2!...Thr…
Bones: No! Count faster you idiot!
Adrianna can’t believe it as the battle really starts to rage now that they know where the falls count. Natalie plants El Hijo with an inverted DDT and Adrianna pulls BP back to his feet. Adrianna starts punching BP hard in the face. All of the sudden BP kicks Adrianna in the gut as Natalie does the same to El Hijo. Natalie hits El Hijo with the Closure as BP hits Adrianna with the Gallus Driver on Harvey’s desk! Both go for the cover.
Bones: 1!...2!...3! Yes! Yes! Y…wait what?!
Javi raises BP’s hand in victory.
Winstone: Here is your winners and NNNNNNNNNNNEW RoR Tag Team Champions…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS EXCELENTES!!!
Bones: No! You’ve got to be kidding me!
Los Pollos begin to celebrate as Javi hands them the belts. Los Pollos hold the titles up as Harvey comes over and begins speaking with Javi.
Harvey: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Didn’t you see Natalie’s cover?
Javi: I did sir, but I saw Cinco’s juicy cover first. And now…you have juicy Tag Team Champions.
Javi smiles before he walks out of the office with the new tag champs. Harvey shakes his head and looks at Natalie, who is looking just a bit disappointed at the outcome as she checks on Adrianna.
Harvey: I'm sorry for how things worked out here Nat.
Natalie: ...why are you apologizing, Mister McCutcheon?
Harvey: Because of the loss.
Natalie: Was it somehow your fault, sir?
Harvey: Well, no.
Natalie: Then there's no need for you to apologize. I appreciate you apologizing all the same.
She smiles warmly at Harvey, who returns the favor. There seems to be a little bit to each person’s smile, but it’s hard to know for sure. Natalie quickly realizes how long her gaze has been on Harvey, causing her to blush as she goes back to checking on Adrianna.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:47:45 GMT -5
We get a nice video package that shows how both Super Pollo and Rachel Cole got to the finals of the Road to Gold. When cameras go live to ringside, “I Eat Heavy Metal” blasts through the PA system. Super Pollo comes out, rubber chicken in hand, to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
[glow=gold,5,500]I eat heavy metal Gargle premium gas I drink heavy water Nitro-demitasse
I eat heavy metal I chew up limousines I munch barbed wire In my submarines[/glow][/color]
Super Pollo avoids the hands of many of the fans that are reaching out to touch him, even smacking a few of them with the rubber chicken. When he gets to ringside he arrogantly saunters over to the announce table and stands right in front of Bones. Super places the rubber chicken down right in front of RoR’s color commentator. Cameras are able to pick up Super instructing Bones to make sure he’s the one that counts the three when Super wins the title. Super then rolls into the ring and goes to one side of the ring. Placing one foot on the bottom and second ropes, he leans over the top rope as he points to himself.
Pryce: Super Pollo looking pretty confident here tonight. Could we be looking at the first ever RoR Champion right now?
Bones: You bite your tongue Pryce. I said it before and I’ll say it again, these chickens assaulted me last week! Super shouldn’t have a contract here, let alone be main eventing our first PPV! And I’ll be damned if I count the three for this loser!
Sparrow: Pretty sure I liked it better when you didn’t talk during Los Pollos’ matches.
Bones: Well get used to it Lindsay! I now realize that when it comes to Los Pollos my voice must be heard! RoR will be a chicken free zone in no time!
Sparrow: I wonder if there are any job openings in Connecticut cause I don’t know how much more of your rambling I can take.
Super is still playing to the crowd when the lights go out in the American Airlines Center. Red lips appear on the RoR-tron and they yell out the words "Cult Classic!" With that a screeching guitar bursts from the P.A system. Blue lights begin to flash on the rampway as "Cult Classic" appears on the tron like the text of the movie Jaws. The opening guitar solo of "Battle Stations" by Winger continues to play. The guitar picks up even more and "The Cult Classic" Rachel Cole comes out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a beanie with a green marijuana leaf on it. Along with the Vixen's title around her waist, she is wearing leather pants and a leather top. Over the top, she has a leather vest that cuts a little bit below the mid drift.
[glow=gold,5,500]Oh Yeah! Hit It![/glow][/color]
The minute this lyric hits the P.A, she throws off her beanie gallons of water pour down from above and Rachel faces upwards as it drenches her as she opens her vest a little. The crowd is going crazy for Cole and once the water finishes pouring she slides her hand through her hair. She then points towards the ring with her index finger and then gingerly makes her way to the ring.
Bones: Now this is someone that I’d be proud to call RoR’s first champion.
Sparrow: You and most of RoR’s fan base I would imagine.
Pryce: But you can’t forget about that ankle. Rachel is not coming into this match at full strength here tonight thanks to Los Pollos.
[glow=gold,5,500] Breakin’ out, I’m on a mission, Been caught between heaven and hell. My guitar is my ammunition, Raise the flag, sound the mission bell.[/glow][/color]
While she makes her way down the ring, she still does slap fives to some of the fans in the crowd. Rachel Cole then heads to the apron and rolls onto the apron and underneath the bottom rope.
[glow=gold,5,500] Everybody always wants control of me, The only way to get it’s over my dead body.[/glow][/color]
She then heads over to the middle turnbuckle and carefully does the splits on them while lifting up her right arm towards the fans.
[glow=gold,5,500]Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone’s trying to brainwash me, Battle stations![/glow]
She then gets off the turnbuckle, again being very careful of her ankle, and heads into the middle of the ring and pulls the Vixens title off of her waist and holds it up towards the Cult of fans that are in attendance. She then hands the belt to the ref, who then exchanges the Vixens Championship for the RoR Championship. “Battle Stations” cuts out as the ref holds up the RoR Championship and Morrigan Winstone begins talking on the mic.
Winstone: Ladies and gentlemen this is tonight’s main event contest and is the finals of the Road to Gold Tournament! *cheers* The winner of this match will leave Miami the first ever RoR Champion! *cheers* Here are the competitors. Introducing first, from Tijuana, Mexico…SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO!!!
Super raises his arms and already acts as if he’s won the title. The crowd boos him heavily.
Winstone: And in the opposite corner, from Los Angeles, California…the RoR Vixen’s Champion…the Cult Classic RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACHEL COLE!!!
Rachel remains totally focused on the task at hand as the crowd absolutely explodes, obviously they are members of Rachel’s cult…or maybe they just hate Super that much, it’s unclear really. At any rate Rachel is clearly the fan favorite as the ref rings the bell.
Sparrow: Here we go! RoR Championship on the line for the very first time right here in Miami!
The match starts with Super immediately taking a dive at Rachel’s busted up ankle, which Rachel dodges and quickly gets a stomp on Super’s upper back. Rachel winces in pain having stomped Super using her bad wheel, allowing Super to get to his feet. Super moves his shoulders back and forth, trying to loosen up his back from the shot. Rachel rolls her ankle around, wincing a little. Super charges Cole, ducks a clothesline but catches an elbow to the temple. Rachel spins and takes a swing at Super, but he blocks and counters with a snap-style Northern Lights suplex. He quickly turns the move into an arm bar. Rachel quickly fights out, but Super maintains his grip on Rachel’s arm. Both get to their feet and Super slaps on a wrist lock that takes Rachel down to one knee. Rachel fights through the pain and gets back to her feet. She rakes Super’s eyes with her free hand once…and twice to break the wrist lock. She looks for more offense but Super kicks her in the bum ankle. Rachel folds like a piece of paper, clutching her ankle as she lays on the mat in pain.
Pryce: Well you had to believe that this was going to be Super’s strategy. Take out Rachel’s ankle and you can take out a great deal of her offense.
Bones: But if Super Pollo wins tonight there’s no way he can be proud of the win! He is taking advantage of his opponent’s injury, an injury she suffered before this match by the way!
Sparrow: Oh right, because you neeeeeeeeeeever took advantage of anything during your career Bones.
Bones: I don’t want to have a chicken as the first RoR Champion alright!?
Super gets behind Rachel and begins stalking her. Rachel slowly rises to her feet, putting as little pressure on her ankle as possible. Super quickly locks in a rear naked choke. Rachel begins struggling, but Super has the hold firmly locked in. Rachel throws a few elbows into Super’s ribs, making him loosen but not totally release his grip. She attempts to slip out of the hold, but Super has other ideas as he gets it firmly locked in again. Rachel again struggles. She quickly drops down to her butt, which takes Super down as well. Somehow Rachel manages to flip him over her shoulder. Super lands on his back and quickly takes a kick to the face. Rachel unfortunately used her bad leg for the kick and grabs her ankle in pain. Both competitors are down and the crowd begins to firmly show their support for the Cult Classic.
Both begin to stir. Super is slightly quicker at getting to his feet and looks to get back on the attack. Rachel is intelligent enough to throw multiple forearms into Super’s midsection. She fights to her feet and begins throwing hard knees and punches into Super’s ribs. The blows come faster and more furious, not giving Super enough time to react. Rachel gets to the finale of her momentum shift with a kick to the gut that is followed up with a Rocker Dropper. Rachel quickly goes for a cover.
Bones: 1!...T...
Sparrow: Not even close, Super kicks out at two.
Pryce: With that bad ankle Rachel wasn’t able to get a lot of momentum going into that Rocker Dropper. She’s obviously not 100%.
Frustration shows on Rachel’s face, not because she didn’t get the three but because her ankle is not allowing her to get in the amount of offense that she’d like. She gets to her feet. Super is back to one knee and shoves Rachel back into the ropes. On the ricochet Super sends a hard forearm shot into Rachel’s midsection. He pushes her back into the ropes, but she tries fighting back with hard punches to the face. Super does not allow the control to slip away from him by kicking Rachel in her bad ankle. Rachel holds her ankle in pain, leaving her very vulnerable and allowing Super to tie her up in the ropes.
Sparrow: Oh come on! Rachel is totally defenseless!
Rachel is caught in the ropes as Super openly mocks her. He begins slapping Rachel across the face. The slaps turn into kicks to the face, and then the blows begin alternating between slaps and kicks. He keeps up the blows before finally climbing out onto the ring apron. The ref begins yelling at Super to get back into the ring, but Super ignores him and locks in another rear naked choke. The ref begins screaming at Super to break the hold and when that doesn’t work her begins a five count.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Super breaks up the referee’s count by letting go of the hold. He begins to slap Rachel across the back of the head, feeling pretty good about how in control he is.
Pryce: Oh come on! How disrespectful!
Bones: You see Pryce! These chickens are nothing but bad news!
Sparrow: Kind of the pot calling the kettle black isn’t it?
After a few more slaps to the back of Rachel’s head, Super again locks In the rear naked choke. The ref again warns Super, but to no avail.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Super releases the hold, and this time the ref begins to untie Rachel right away. She slumps down to the mat, trying to catch her breath and ignoring the throbbing in her ankle. Super climbs back into the ring, positioning himself behind Rachel. When she finally gets to her feet, Super hooks both of her arms and hits a snap tiger suplex. This turns into a pinning combination.
Pryce: 1!...2!...No, Cole kicks out at two and a half.
Super stays on the attack with a side headlock, pulling Rachel to her feet. He pulls her over to the corner and slams her face first into the top turnbuckle. He keeps a hold of her hair and climbs up to a sitting position on the top rope. He pulls her up to the top rope and sets her up for a superplex.
Sparrow: He can’t do this! He’s going to superplex her out of the ring!
Pryce: He’s really going to try and win the title by doing this!?
Bones: I don’t like the chickens, but you gotta do what you gotta do to win the title!
Super looks to deliver the superplex but Rachel blocks it. Another attempt, and another block. Yet another attempt, and again a block. Rachel starts throwing punches into Super’s sides. This breaks the superplex set up and allows Rachel to follow up with a series of headbutts. She climbs up to the top rope but she’s very unstable because of her ankle. She sends a few punches to Super’s head before she stands him up on the top rope as well. She lifts him up and hits a moonsault fallaway slam. Rachel stays on top of Super, but clutches her ankle instead of hooking the leg.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Super kicks out!
Pryce: And again the ankle hurts Rachel’s chances in this match. Had she hooked the leg right there, she may be champion right now!
Rachel is still grabbing her ankle as Super rolls out of the ring. He clutches his ribs as he stays down on one knee on the outside of the ring. He takes deep breaths, obviously having the air driven out of him by that high risk move that Rachel pulled off.
Back inside the ring, Rachel is using the ring ropes to pull herself up. Once she gets to her feet she notices that Super is not paying attention. She places her hands on the top rope and takes a few deep breaths, just waiting for Super to get to his feet. He does stand back up and turns to get back into the ring, but he’s met with a springboard hurricanrana! Rachel quickly springs to her feet and leans back against the ring apron, a look of satisfaction and pain on her face. The ref is trying to maintain control of the match with oh so clever phrases like, “Come on Cole get him back in the ring!” Finally, the ref has no choice but to begin counting.
1… 2… 3…
Pryce: Rachel rolls back in the ring, breaking the ref’s ten count.
Sparrow: What would we have done in the case of a double countout?
Bones: Hey, as long as featherbrain doesn’t win the title I’m good.
Rachel rolls back out of the ring and gets in a “ready” position. Super slowly gets back to one knee and gets dropped with…
Sparrow: Rachel calls that the Dance Magic Dance! What a beautiful move!
She stays on a knee, looking at a downed Super Pollo. This time as she clutches her ankle there’s a look of satisfaction on her face. The ref has been counting this whole time and is already up to five.
5… 6… 7… 8…
Rachel rolls right back in and right back out of the ring. She lifts Super to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Rachel climbs up onto the ring apron. She’s about to climb back in the ring but hesitates. She looks down at her ankle and winces in pain as she rolls it around a little. Then she looks out at the crowd, into the ring at Super, and back out at the crowd again. She takes a deep breath as she places both hands on the top rope, preparing to leap over it at the right moment.
Super is slowly getting back to his feet and when he does Rachel springboards off the top rope. She tries to hit cross body, but Super plants a hard shot right to her abdomen. Rachel holds her stomach as Super quickly gets behind her and locks in a rear naked choke yet again.
Pryce: That rear naked choke has become Super’s favorite move during this match. It looks like he’s wanting a knockout victory here.
Sparrow: Pardon the pun here, but what a feather in the cap of Super Pollo if he could knock Rachel out here tonight. Not only would he be the champion, but he would have put down an amazing rising star in Rachel Cole!
He keeps the hold locked in and kicks Rachel her bad ankle, sending her down to the mat. Super transitions the rear naked choke into a Crossface Chickenwing. Rachel tries to block out the pain as Super keeps locking the hold in tighter and tighter. She finally starts using her free arm to pull herself towards the ropes, but the closer she gets the more pressure Super puts on the hold. Rachel stretches her arm out, getting her finger tip on the rope which causes Super to begin shaking violently in order to add more pain to the hold. Rachel quickly retracts her arm, gripping the arm that Super has around her neck. She tries to break the hold that way, but it’s no use. She reaches out again and is able to firmly grab the ropes. This visually frustrates Super and he keeps the hold locked in so that he can cause as much damage as possible. The ref keeps telling Super to let her go and is finally forced to begin a five count.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Super breaks the hold and starts jawing with the ref. This allows Rachel to use the ropes to pull herself up. She is back on her feet, her back turned to her opponent. Super approaches Rachel and plans to get some more offense in, but he is met with a super kick from Rachel’s good leg instead!
Bones *laughing*: She has two legs there genius!
Super stumbles all the way back to the upper left corner of the ring. Rachel, who is still in the upper right corner, turns around and looks at a stunned Super. She hops up onto the second rope, wincing as she does so. She then hops up to the top rope, again in a great deal of pain because of her ankle. Finally she runs across the top rope as fast as she can towards Super and connects with a Blazing Arrow! Both competitors fall to the mat.
Bones: Did you guys see that!?
Sparrow: The athleticism of Rachel Cole is on display again here tonight!
Pryce: Yeah, but at what cost? Rachel can not capitalize on the move, look.
Super is down and out on the mat, but Rachel is rolling around on the mat screaming in total agony. She clutches her ankle and pounds the mat with her fist out of frustration. The ref asks her if she can go on, to which Rachel nods. She attempts to stand, but then crumbles to the mat again as she screams out in pain. The ref frantically waves for assistance from the back and EMTs immediately respond. They rush the ring, and one of them tries to get Rachel pulled to the outside. The camera’s very clearly pick up Rachel’s response as she pulls herself away from the EMTs.
Cole: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!
She pulls herself up, using the ropes for support. She looks at the ref and the cameras again pick up some very colorful comments.
Cole: You ring that mother fucking bell and I’ll kill you. I’m finishing this match.
The ref shrugs off Rachel’s comments and grants her wish and allows the match to go on.
Pryce: Nobody can ever question the heart of Rachel Cole, but at some point enough has got to be enough. Rachel can barely stand on that ankle, let alone wrestle on it.
Rachel turns her attention back to Super, who has gotten to his feet. He begins stalking Rachel like a shark that smells blood in the water, clearly seeing that Rachel needs the ropes to help her stand up. She tries to keep as much distance from him as she can, but it’s a bit difficult on one leg. Super eventually closes the gap and leaves Rachel no choice but to try to fight. She keeps him at bay briefly with kicks from her good leg and wild punches. None of these blows connect and Super eventually grabs Rachel by the hair and pulls her away from the ropes. Rachel has a look of total rage on her face as Super just begins toying with her. She stands in the middle of the ring, keeping a watchful eye on her opponent as he circles her, threatening to dive that that ankle every once in a while. Finally, Super does attack but it is yet another rear naked choke instead of a blow to Rachel’s ankle. The hold quickly takes a struggling Rachel to the mat.
Sparrow: I think you’re right Pryce, Super is going to try to win the title by knocking Rachel out with this choke hold. And it’s working!
The ref taps the limp hand of Rachel Cole, checking for any signs of consciousness. He lifts it once, and it drops. Lifts it twice, and it drops. He lifts it for a third and final time, and it dr…no! Rachel suddenly gets her second wind and does not allow her arm to drop for the third time. She fights her way to her feet, so Super transitions into a German suplex. He keeps his hands locked as he gets back to his feet.
Pryce: Super appears to be going for the trifecta here. … There’s the second.
Bones: Come on Rachel block it!
Pryce: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand there’s the third. The hat trick is…wait a minute. There’s a fourth German. Super hits four suplexes in a row and Cole is done for. Cover. 1!...2!...Thre…NO! Cole kicks out! Cole kicks out! Rachel Cole kicks out!
Bones: Yes! Come on Classic!
A very angry Super Pollo pulls Rachel up by the hair. Maintaining his hold on her, he charges over to a corner and slams her face first into the turnbuckle as hard as he physically can. The ring ropes shake as Super backs away, clearly having something planned. Rachel is still downed in the corner and tries pulling herself together. Super Pollo gets ready to charge as Rachel knelt over by the turnbuckle. As he charges, Rachel immediately stands up and lifts up her top for all, including Super Pollo to see. Pollo stops dead in his tracks.
Bones: SHE WHIPPED THEM OUT! SHE WHIPPED THEM OUT! SHE WHIPPED THEM OUT!
Sparrow: We will definitely be getting phone calls and hate mail about this.
Bones: It is PPV, she will do whatever she can win.
Super stares at her bare chest for just a moment which is enough time for Cole spit out light green mist into his eyes. He falls back, momentarily blinded, as Rachel pulls her top down.
Sparrow: And there is that Ectoplasm again!
Bones: His mother told him it would make him go blind.
Rachel Cole follows up with a brutal Cartwheel bomb that lays Pollo out. The move immediately turns into a pinning combination.
Bones: 1!...2!...Thre…
Pryce: No! Super kicks out!
Bones: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Son of a bitch!
Rachel can’t believe it. She holds up three fingers as she gets in the ref’s face and pleads her case. Super Pollo gets to his feet, spins Cole around and sets her up for…
Pryce: Pick Up and Deliv…
Bones: No! Cole gets out!
Sparrow: Choas Theater! 1!...2!...3! Rachel’s our new champion!
Rachel gets a look of shock on her face as “Battlestations” plays and gold confetti falls from the ceiling.
Winstone: Here is your winners and NNNNNNNNNNNEW RoR Champion… RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACHEL COLE!!!
The ref hands an over joyed Rachel Cole the RoR Championship. The rest of Los Pollos are out and help Super out of the ring, they begin walking him up the ramp.
Pryce: Super Pollo has nothing to be ashamed of! He put up a hell of fight here tonight and should be really proud of himself!
Sparrow: There’s no doubt that Super has permanently cemented himself in the title picture here tonight! I just hope there’s a rematch!
Bones: As much as I hate to say it, you are right! That chicken’s got talent!
Pryce: Ladies and gentlemen good night from Miami!
Road to Gold ends with Rachel standing on the second rope and holding up her brand new RoR Championship.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 27, 2011 23:49:21 GMT -5
RECAP Attendance: 16,000 Sean Hunter wins the Back Roads Gauntlet Logan Blyze def. Todd Tellanski Jack Johnson def. Matt Ward to win the RoR International Championship Los Pollos def. Burrows/Adrianna to win the RoR Tag Team Championships Rachel Cole def. Super Pollo to win the RoR Championship
OOC: Special thanks to those of you that sent in segments. I would also like to thank Sarah Twilight for writing the Tellanski/Blyze match, and Max Static for writing the International Championship match. Thank you all for your patience.
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