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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:20:53 GMT -5
[glow=white,5,500]It's true, we're all a little insane. But it's so clear, Now that I'm unchained.
Fear is only in our minds, Taking over all the time. Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing. Dry your eyes and testify. You know you live to break me. Don't deny. Sweet sacrifice.[/glow]
Voltage’s opening video finishes and immediately gives way to a graphic showing Natalie Burrows and Rachel Cole.
Pryce; Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Voltage! I am Clint Pryce, alongside Lindsay Sparrow and Colin “Bones” McGraw!
Sparrow: And there you see our main event for the night! Burrows, Cole for the RoR Championship!
Bones: Tell them what happened this week! Do it! Now!
Sparrow: Relax! We have a video!
A video begins playing, showing the kiss between RoR’s CEO Harvey McCutchins and Natalie Burrows. This then gives way to another video that is tagged with the phrase “Earlier Tonight.”
VIDEO: Earlier Tonight
Natalie is shown entering the RoR Penitentiary, her bag over her shoulder and she still doesn’t appear to be her usual happy self. A voice catches her attention.
Harvey: Natalie wait up!
Natalie stops, but immediately begins to blush and she looks to be preparing for an awkward situation. Harvey catches up to her.
Natalie: Y…yes Mr. McCutchins?
Harvey: I think we need to talk about what happened between us a few days ago.
Natalie blushes even more, clearly remembering the kiss fondly, but she also feels kind of awkward about the whole situation. She begins backing away.
Natalie: I’d love to b…but I…I…I’ve got to prepare for my championship match tonight.
Natalie rushes away before Harvey can really say anything.
Harvey (yelling after her): But ah…good luck!
Harvey looks a little disappointed that Natalie rushed away so soon as the video ends.
END VIDEO
Cameras go back to ringside as the regular lights in the arena give way to blood red lights as “The Night” by Disturbed hits the PA system.
[glow=white,5,500] What has come over me? What madness taken hold of my heart? To run away, the only answer Pulling me away, to fall upon (The night)[/glow]
The crowd boos heavily as Matt Ward makes his way out onto the stage. It appears that Matt enjoys the boos as he just smirks and stares out at the crowd. He begins making his way down to the ring.
Pryce: Well this crowd is not shy about letting Matt Ward know exactly what they think of him.
Bones: They’re just jealous. Matt Ward’s great!
Sparrow: His record in an RoR ring says otherwise there Bones.
Winstone: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois… MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!!!
Ward enters the ring and just soaks in the boos from the crowd. All of the sudden the lights go out, but quickly come back up as AFI’s “Miseria Cantare” hits the PA system. Red and yellow lights begin to flash all around the arena.
[glow=white,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]
The boos that Ward was getting are nothing compared to the boos that Alexander McIntyre gets as he walks out onto the stage. Ward looks confused as McIntyre has a microphone in his hand and there’s no Mikola by his side.
McIntyre: If you would please cut the music.
The music cuts out, but the boos do not let up at all. Alexander stares at Matt Ward standing in the ring.
McIntyre: Matt, I have just one thing to ask you. Why?
Matt looks a bit confused by Alexander’s question.
McIntyre: Why are you even going to bother getting in the ring with my Russian Hammer? Better yet, why do you even bother getting into a wrestling ring at all? It’s pretty obvious that you are RoR’s biggest disappointment.
Matt obviously takes exception to that and yells, “Just get that big son of bitch out here!” Alexander smiles.
McIntyre: Getting a bit anxious are we? Fine, you want my Russian Hammer…turn around.
Matt turns and is leveled by a huge clothesline from Mikola. The ref frantically rings the bell to signal the start of the match. Ward is able to get up to his feet and connects with a hard right to the side of Mikola’s head, but the Russian Hammer is totally unfazed by the blow. Ward takes another swing only to have his arm caught in the strong grip of Mikola. Ward takes a swing with his free hand, but that arm is also caught. He tries to break Mikola’s grip but Mikola begins sending headbut after headbut into the shoulder of Ward. The headbuts then move up to Ward’s head and begin coming faster and more furious.
Pryce: Mikola not giving Ward a chance to get out of the gate!
It appears Ward is getting more and more worn down by the hard headbuts. Mikola then quickly transitions into another move. He keeps one of Ward’s arms hooked and connects with a big sambo suplex. Alexander smiles and cheers on his pupil from the outside. Mikola then pulls Ward to his feet and shoves him back into the corner. Mikola then begins sending hard shoulder blocks into Ward’s midsection, driving the air out of him. After at least ten shoulder blocks Mikola pulls Ward out of the corner. He grabs one of Ward’s legs and hits a leg capture chokeslam that sends Ward down to the mat with a very audible thud.
Sparrow: That has to be it. Ward’s done.
Mikola stands over a motionless Ward. He glance over at McIntyre. McIntyre shouts, “Finish him Mikola!” Mikola smirks and lifts Ward to his feet. He sets Ward up for and hits the…
Pryce: Pain Before Pleasure. Ward is out. Cover.
Bones: 1…2…3.
“Miseria Cantare” begins playing as McIntyre laughs. He enters the ring and pats Mikola on the back. McIntyre then raises the hand of the Russian Hammer.
Winstone: Here is your winner…MIIIIIIIIIIIIKOLA!!!
McIntyre smiles as Mikola stares out at the crowd with his usual cold stare.
The camera cuts to Rachel Cole's locker room which is just a tad bit more furnished than other locker rooms. Rachel sits on one of the couches while smoking a cigarette. She is carefully watching Rob Williams throw a few stiff shots at the punching bag in the room. He seems very concentrated on this practice as Cole seems to be very concentrated on it as well.
Cole: Tonight is your night. Don't let anyone else take that away from you. You bring something different into the fatal fourway. You have a background that none of them have. And you are gifted with a finisher that can knock anyone out. Use it!
Williams: Oh, I will! I knocked out Jack Johnson before... I plan on doing it to him and the two other guys in that ring.
Gideon Goldmane walks into the locker room and seems a little surprised that the room is just a little bigger than the regular wrestler locker room. He smiles at Cole.
Goldmane: So, this is what happens when you’re the champ? I am most impressed with how you live.
Rachel puts out her cigarette in her ash tray, stands up and grabs her beanie.
Cole: No, this is how we live. This is OUR locker room now.
Williams: Yeah, because we are now part of your secret project?
Rachel puts the beanie over head and grabs her title from the coffee table.
Cole: I consider us more of a team than a project and I don't think it is much of a secret and it is as much mine as it is ours.
Goldmane: Speaking of which... there is the cloud forming on this company’s horizon.
Cole lifts an eyebrow to Goldmane as Rob Williams stops punching and steadies the bag.
Cole: And that is?
Williams: Galen and the band he formed last week.
Goldmane: Exactly. They pose a significant threat to ourselves, and everyone who wears the Ring of Revolution banner. We need a plan, fearless leader.
Rachel throws the title over her shoulder as she smiles at her two colleagues.
Cole: No, we don't.
Williams: What?
Goldmane: If we are not careful, they will take over the federation and spew their sermon of hate and degradation.
Rachel pulls a beer out of her mini fridge and closes the door.
Cole: Firstly, they need this...
She taps the title on her shoulder.
Cole: To take over Ring of Revolution. Secondly, I am not going to be intimidated by a woman who has never won a match and a psychotic. At this point, the Trinity is Galen's cry for help and attention. He just last minute grabbed whoever he could find and whipped a generic name together. There is nothing to worry about right now.
Williams: You know it is going to be a matter of time before they target us and that RoR title of yours.
Goldmane: We are the antithesis of what they stand for.
Rachel cracks open her New Castle and starts drinking.
Cole: And when they decide to that, we will respond. But right now, they are not our concern. Our concern is growing as a team and making a statement for young up and comers. We don't have enemies unless someone wants to make us our enemies... and rest assured someone will. But I believe that good things can't be rushed, they need to grow on their own. And we all have an opportunity to grow here in RoR. And the key to that is working together. That is why I went to Harvey and set up a match for you guys next week. You two will be tagging together against Destiny Michaels and Jack Johnson.
Williams: I get another chance to knock that rich bastard out.
For his part, Gideon seems slightly…less pleased with the arrangement. Perhaps it’s his poor luck with tag team partners in the past, or perhaps it’s something else entirely.
Goldmane: If that is what you wish, so be it. Though, if we are to grow as a collective team…who will your partner be, madame champion?
Rachel smiles as she takes another sip.
Cole: The answer is easy.
She begins to walk out of the locker room with her beer and title in tow.
Cole: Our fourth member.
She leaves the locker room and closes the door. Voltage heads to the first commercial of the night.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:23:15 GMT -5
Pryce: Welcome back to Voltage ladies and gentlemen... it is time for the first of our three HUGE title matches of the evening.
Sparrow: Newly crowned FOX Network Television Champion Galen Ronan will defend his title against the last man he eliminated in the battle royal... The Scorpion.
Bones: I'm excited for this one. Galen Ronan is the classiest champion we have and I cannot wait for him to make that fanatic The Scorpion look like the chump that he is. I know many of you claimed that Galen stole his title victory, but he is the most deserving man in this company. He should be world champion.
Pryce: And joining us on commentary to oversee this is FOX Network Executive Tina-Marie Hawkins. Miss Hawkins, it is a pleasure.
Hawkins: I am sure it is.
"My Mind's Eye" by Sirenia hits the P.A and there is a small cheer, not for The Scorpion but for the fact that he is going against someone who is even more hated.
[glow=white,5,500]If you were here I'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear And appeal to all your fears If you were mine *If you were only mine* I'd bring you so much further down And twist your mind until the end of time
You will never realize What darkness lies inside inside my mind[/glow]
He solemnly makes his way down the rampway as the small cheers become silence. As he makes his way to the ring, it is very apparent that he has withstood some sort of abuse outside the ring as there are several scars on his back. The silence is now disturbing as he enters the ring and crouches down for a silent prayer in the middle of the ring.
Bones: I don't care what anyone says. This guy is weird.
Sparrow: I think I have to agree with you here. But will his faith pay off here tonight?
Pryce: He was very close to winning the match last week if Galen didn't trick him into thinking he has one. But one thing is safe to say, he is one oddball.
Hawkins: The FOX Network fully supports this man.
Bones: How in the world can the Network support him.
Hawkins: We take a strong stance for strong Christian values which this man obviously has. We would be very happy to have him as our champion.
"Kickstart My Heart" by Motley Crue blasts across the P.A as Galen Ronan stomps his way out from behind the curtains with the RoR Television title strapped around his waist. There is a chorus of boos that follow him. He pays them no attention as he just taps on his TV title to remind them all what he has and what they don't.
[glow=white,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]
He slides into the ring and unstraps his title. He looks down at The Scorpion in disgust as he raises the FOX Network television title up to the boos.
Hawkins: This man already has several fines from the FOX Network mostly for himself referring to himself as the "S-word" and then trying to deny that he supplied it.
Pryce: You aren't very unbiased are you?
Hawkins: It is not about what is bias... but what is right.
Sparrow: Well, that is fair. I'm glad that sent you.
Bones: At least she's got some pretty gams.
Hawkins: I'm right here.
Bones: I know.
The Scorpion gets up looking more intense than ever and stares his enemy in the eyes. The bell rings and Galen wastes no time slamming The Scorpion with lefts and rights. Galen gets him in the corner and then follows up with a roaring elbow. He follows up with a brutal bulldog that slams The Scorpion into the mat. He then kicks him in the ribs while he is down.
Pryce: Ronan proving why he is the Fox Network Television Champion by taking the early lead.
Hawkins: And it is a disgrace.
Sparrow: I believe both of these men are two different extremes.
Hawkins: One of those extremes is better than the other though.
Bones: Your great to look at, but man, please be quiet. Galen is winning.
Galen tries to go for a German Suplex but The Scorpion reverses it and hits a German Suplex of his own. He looks up to the skies before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a lariat on Galen Ronan. Galen tries to get up but hits him with a running knee strike that sends Galen Ronan back down to the map. Scorpion goes for the pin. 1...2... Galen kicks out.
Pryce: We were about to see a title change right there.
Sparrow: Miss Hawkins I could feel your excitement as the cover was made.
Hawkins: Yes, I was thrilled.
Bones: Man, what you need is a good!
Pryce: Los Pollos will be in action later on tonight in sex man tag!
Sparrow: Nice save.
The Scorpion pulls Galen back up but Galen gouges the eyes of The Scorpion. Galen laughs at him as the ref did not see it. Ronan thrilled with what he just accomplished begins to sing "I once BLIND" Galen then knocks him back with a palm strike and sings some more "BUT NOW CAN SEE!" He then follows up with a Kangaroo Kick that sends The Scorpion down.
Pryce: Now that is in bad taste. I know that The Scorpion is over the top with his beliefs but to illegally blindside a guy AND make fun of ones religion is just not right.
Bones: But I bet he is getting inside Scorpion's head now. This is why Galen is a great competitor and why the Trinity will be the greatest group wrestling has ever seen.
Hawkins: Unfortunately, they are one more curse word from being shut down.
Sparrow: I don't think you can do that.
Hawkins: I work for your boss's boss, I can do whatever I want.
Galen grabs The Scorpion and mocks The Scorpion by crossing himself like any devout Catholic and then hits him with a brutal piledriver. Galen goes for the cover. 1...2... Kickout.
Hawkins: And Galen gets another fine in the mail. I have been informed that the piledriver manuever has injured many in the past and is thus illegal to be used.
Bones: Man, you must be great at parties.
Hawkins: I am told I am quite a lark.
A frustrated Galen pulls The Scorpion back up and hits him with a release Garman Suplex. He goes for the pin again. 1...2... The Scorpion kicks out again.
Hawkins: You see, those with values will always come out on top. And The Scorpion is a man of values.
Sparrow: You do realize that The Scorpion believes that God wants him to eliminate the uman race right?
Bones: Hell, that makes him eligible for his own show on Fox News following Glenn Beck.
Hawkins: Mr. Glenn Beck is a fine gentleman with great morals like Mr. Scorpion here.
Galen pulls him up again for another release German Suplex but The Scorpion reverses it into a Dragon Suplex. The Scorpion pulls up Galen and nails him with a brutal yakuza kick! Galen goes back down as The Scorpion hits him with a fist drop. The Scorpion waits for Galen to get back up and nails him with a slam entitled...
Pryce: That is called The Lament of Innoce and that might have taken Galen out of the match.
Hawkins: Which again is the best thing for the FOX Network Television title.
Bones: Are you kidding me? This guy makes the Westborrow Baptists look like freakin saints.
Hawkins: Watch your mouth. That was way too close to the bad word.
The Scorpion goes for the pin. 1...2... Galen gets the kickout. Scorpion pulls him back up and lands an impressive running enziguri on Galen. He grabs Galen, who begins fighting back but The Scorpion clocks him with an uppercut and begins the Chain of Subjugation which is a chain of Dragon Suplexes. He hits the first one sucessfully and then the second and finally the third. The Scorpion goes for the pin again.
Hawkins: And I present to you the new FOX Network Television Champion.
Bones: The count hasn't been made yet sweetheart. RoR's greatest commodity is still in this.
1...2... Right before the ref counts the three, he realizes that Galen's foot is on the ropes. The Scorpion doesn't complain but just backs up and waits for Galen to get back up. The Scorpion charges and Galen kicks him in the gut in desperation and out of nowhere he lands the Sky is Falling an inverted Piledriver that slams the Scorpion's head into the mat.
Hawkins: And yet another fine for Mr. Ronan and another reason to cancel RoR.
Pryce: I guess Mr. Ronan didn't get the memo about piledrivers.
Sparrow: At least she isn't banning arm drags... then we'd get a huge fan backlash.
Bones: None of that matters. What matters here is that there is no getting up from that move. The little fanatic is out of here.
Galen doesn't go for the pin though. Instead he hits a knee to The Scorpion's face. He then locks in the Crossface known as Atrophy in attempt to wear him down. He applies the pressure and waits. He keeps the submission locked on and JUST when he thinks The Scorpion is going to tap he releases the hold. Toying with the Scorpion now, he hits another knee to the face of The Scorpion. And then he does it again as a chorus of boos follow him.
Bones: I can't believe these people are booing Galen over that religious freak.
Sparrow: I don't think they technically like either one... but right now they hate Scorpion the least.
Hawkins: They like him just fine as they should.
He pulls The Scorpion back up and punches him square in the jaw. It sends him into the ropes. He steadies The Scorpion on his feet and then follows up with several Muay Thai strikes that sends him back into the ropes. He tosses him to the ropes and attempts another one of his signatures the Last Train Home. But he moves away at the last minute making Galen collide with the ropes.
Pryce: And a miscalculation by Galen there.
Bones: He doesn't miscalculate, he does it on purpose to teach his opponents a lesson.
Sparrow: That just doesn't make a lick of sense.
Galen recovers quickly but The Scorpion locks him in and hits the Psycho Driver on him that nails Galen onto the mat.
Pryce: Out of nowhere. The very spiritual Scorpion hits the Eliminator on the Television Champion and this could be the end of his.
Bones: And this will be the worst episode in Voltage history. We need him as champion!
Hawkins: No. This would be the episode that saved your silly little company because a man of faith would be the winner.
The Scorpion hooks the leg and the referee begins the count.
Sparrow: 1...2...3!
The bell rings as The Scorpion gets up and gets the title handed to him.
Winstone: Here is your winner and NNNNNNNNNNNEW FOX Network TV Champion…THE SCOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRPION!!!
Pryce: WOW! New Television Champion here tonight.
Hawkins: Thank God. Finally, somebody respectable will represent the FOX Network!
Bones: THE MAN IS CRAZY!
Pryce: Some of the smartest men in history have been crazy.
Bones: Shut up Pryce.
The Scorpion holds his title up to the heavens as he walks out of the ring. Meanwhile, Galen looks very upset with the outcome. He slams his fist on the mat in anger over his loss.
Pryce: It looks like Galen's reign as Television is very short lived. But will he get another shot at this title?
Sparrow: I would say he deserves one. He put on quite the performance tonight.
Bones: He is DAMN WELL ENTITLED TO ONE!
Hawkins: I will be the judge of that one.
Pryce: Anyways…I think we have Victoria Crantz standing by backstage.
We cut backstage to the parking lot area where Victoria Crantz anxiously awaits. The cameras are rolling as she paces back and forth. Finally, we see a jet black 2011 Ford Mustang GT Convertible pull into the lot. Victoria can hardly contain herself as she makes her way toward the vehicle. The driver's door opens as RoR star Sarah Twilight emerges. Victoria wastes no time at all.
Crantz: Sarah, I'm so glad you're finally here! I have so much to discuss with you.
Sarah shoots her an icy glare as she walks right past the interviewer. She turns back passively as she speaks dismissively to Crantz.
Sarah: You and I have absolutely NOTHING to discuss.
Victoria doesn't give in, she continues on as if she wasn't just shoved off.
Crantz: Surely you can tell us what prompted you to align yourself with Kris Slade and Galen Ronan? What are The Trinity's plans here in RoR? What are your plans for tonight?
Sarah stops in her tracks and turns to get nose to nose with Crantz. Again, she speaks condescendingly toward the interviewer. Her tone was both intimidating, as well as filled with annoyance.
Sarah: My ACTIONS will speak far louder than words. The Trinity's ACTIONS will be all the answer you need. So quit asking me your pathetic questions, when this night is over....whatever we decide to happen, will have happened...inside of the ring!
With that, Sarah rudely brushes past Crantz and heads into the building as Voltage heads to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:26:53 GMT -5
Pryce: Well folks, we get set for more action as new sensation Gideon Goldmane prepares to square off against the singles debut of Finale!
Bones: Gideon Goldmane, what kind of name is that even? Sounds like a Dungeons and Dragons character to me!
Sparrow: Magic: The Gathering, actually.
Bones: Whatever! It doesn't matter, this is the big time. No dice rolls or magic cards are going to help you here!
Winstone: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
The crowd roars wildly.
Winstone: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Remi Holiday, from Buffalo, New York...FIIIIINAAAAAALLLLEEEEE!!!!!!!!
"Wanderlust" by Every Time I Die begins to play over the loudspeakers. Smoke billows from the stage as various pyros erupt. Finale walks out onto the stage, Remi Holiday prominently on his arm.
[glow=white,5,500] I've drowned my conscience and cast another stone. I took to preaching while dancing on the code. I can't see where I've been and only god knows where I'll be. But there must be a place for a wretch like me.[/glow]
He looks around at the spectacle of it all as he makes his way to the ring. Climbing inside, he hops onto one of the turnbuckles, pointing out to the crowd. The crowd greets him with a slightly mixed reaction, not yet knowing what to make of the guy.
Pryce: You can feel the excitement. This crowd here at the Pennitentiary is ready for action! The kind of action that can only come from RoR!
Sparrow: Finale is virtually an unknown here tonight as we know very little about him. He is quite mysterious, and no one knows what to expect from him.
Bones: But we do know what to expect from Mr. DnD. Roll a d20 pal! Hahaha!
Pryce: Ya know, for someone who is making light of Gideon's hobbies, you certainly know a lot about the game.
Bones: It's my job to know. I'm a broadcast journalist.
The lights go out and the crowd goes WILD as “Glenn’s Theme” by Yatsunori Mitsuda begins to fill the arena.
Winstone: And his opponent, from The Plane of Zendikar..."The Knight Exemplar" GIIIIDEEEEOOOOOON GOOOOOOLDMAAAAANE!!!!!!
Pyros rain down from above as strobe lights begin flickering wildly. Gideon walks out onto the stage, full of energy as he looks around at the crowd. They respond with massive cheers. Gideon runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle as he once more motions the crowd.
Bones: What is with these idiots anyway? They are cheering a NERD!!!
Sparrow: What is with you? The man has been impressive over the last few weeks, and suddenly, you're hung up on his out-of-ring hobbies?
Bones: I'm just stating facts! He should not be out here. He should grab his root beer and Funyuns, and meet his dorky friends in his mom's basement as they all dress up as Hobbits and Elves and Goblins!
Pryce: Ugh! Just ignore him Lindsay.
Our Referee calls for the bell. Finale and Gideon lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up. Finale with a shove off and Goldmane into the ropes, a leapfrog on the return, and Gideon puts on the brakes as he lands. Finale turns around into a side kick to the face. He stumbles backwards and falls to the mat. Gideon rushes in with a baseball slide dropkick, also catching him in the face.
Pryce: Gideon starting off with a high pace here. Finale is down in the early goings.
Sparrow: This young man is hungry, and he's introducing Finale to RoR with great authority!
Bones: He should go read his Dungeon Master's Guide and stop boring me to death!
Pryce: Enough! Just...just shut up!
Gideon hauls Finale to his feet and the newcomer fires back with some hard chops. He again sends Goldmane into the ropes and nails a perfect jumping calf kick on the return. Finale now with a head of steam. He bounces off the ropes into a standing 180 moonsault splash, But Gideon gets his knees up and his abdomen CRASHES into them hard with a sickening CRACK, causing Finale to roll off to the side, doubled over on the mat. Goldmane takes a moment getting to his feet. He then takes a running start and kicks Finale HARD in the ribs and abdomen. He clutches them and rolls over again in more pain. Remi Holiday winces on the outside.
Pryce: He may have broken a rib!!!
Sparrow: That definitely did not sound good at all!
Bones: Finale has a LOT more fight in him, I can assure you of that. He's not going to let some basement dwelling reject embarass him!
Finale struggles to his feet and as he does, Gideon jumps up, appearing to go for a headscissors, but he swings behind him, wrapping his legs around Finale's arm, and pulling him into a contorted octopus stretch, placing more tension on his already aggravated torso. Finale yells out in agony and the ref asks Finale is he is going to submit. Finale refuses as he struggles under the applied pressure.
Sparrow: Finale in more trouble now as Gideon locks in an octopus stretch. I am surprised at the grounded technique he is using tonight.
Pryce: It's just one of the reasons that you don't look at someone's hobbies over their in ring prowess. He CAN wrestle.
Bones: There is no question about that. But I don't have to like the DnD dork!
Goldmane wrenches the hold more tightly and Finale is struggling. He continues to refuse submission. Gideon wrenches it even more, looking side to side at the crowd as they cheer him on, for a mere second, he gets lost in the moment. This momentary lapse gives Finale his opening and he sends Goldmane over his shoulder with a hip toss, escaping the hold. Gideon hits the mat and Finale kneels down, holding his ribs again for a moment. Gideon gets to his feet rather quickly after the hip toss, but Finale seizes his opportunity as he rushes him with a spear. Gideon is down and winded. The spear took it's toll on Finale as well as he still favors his abdomen and ribcage. He takes this time to catch a breather.
Bones: Finale has an opportunity here, but he has to capitalize. He needs to remain on the offensive.
Pryce: But every move, every attack he makes hurts him as well. He has to be having a hard time breathing in there.
Sparrow: I have to agree there. He needs to keep Gideon grounded, and try to end this quickly.
Finale waits as Goldmane gets back to his feet and he moves in, taking him over with a snap suplex. Again this causes him pain as well. But he forces himself back to his feet, driving on instinct. He rushes into the ropes, jumping up into a flipping senton splash that connects. He again clutches his abdomen after the manuever, but crawls back and covers Gideon for the pinfall. Our ref slides into position.
Bones: 1!...2!...Thre...
Pryce: And a near fall for Finale!! Just a split second away from his first victory.
Bones: He's just as dumb as Dungeon boy! Save your body and live to fight another day you moron!
Sparrow: This is his debut! It's make or break, he's not going to walk away from his opportunity.
Finale takes a moment getting to his feet. Gideon gets back to a vertical base and Finale is ready, taking him down with a drop toe hold, and he follows it through right into an ankle lock. But Goldmane turns over, shoving him off. He hops back to his feet and Finale sends him down with a flying forearm, gaining momentum and the crowd is STOMPING in their seats. Cheering wildly for anybody at this point. He heads to the ropes again and flies back in for a cross body, But Gideon counters, shoving him down into a gutbuster over his knee!!! And Finale writhes in pain once again as his ribs and abdomen take more punishment. Remi Holiday is losing it on the outside.
Bones: Any chance he had of making some miraculous comeback is gone now.
Sparrow: It doesn't look good for him at all!
Gideon doesn't give Finale any time to recover as he locks him up, pulling him back into a bow and arrow stretch, placing his knees on Finale's back and clutching his ankles in one hand, and his head in the other. Finale screams out in agony again. Goldmane wrenches the hold with intensity. He bends him backwards over his knees as far as he can get him and he is SCREAMING. The ref asks him if he is going to quit and again with determination and refusal he says No. Goldmane continues to apply pressure, and Finale begins to fade out.
Pryce: Look at this, every hold, every assault that Gideon has carried out has targeted Finale's torso region. A very slow and methodical gameplan.
Sparrow: This is what you call intelligent wrestling. He's pinpointed an area of weakness and has been tearing it down piece by piece.
Bones: He's still a geek!
Finale continues to fade out as his neck and legs are entangled in the hold, forcing his body into an angle it was not meant for. His arms dangle at his sides and the ref starts to check for a knockout. He picks Finale's arm up in the air, and lets it go. His arm falls back limp at his side.
1!
The ref repeats the process, lifting Finale's arm a second time. When he releases it, it falls limp again.
2!
The crowd is chanting for Finale now. Getting into it and trying to give him motivation, not wanting this match to end. The ref takes his arm up for a third time and releases it. His arm falls again, but this time only halfway as he struggles now in the hold. He reaches his hands up towards his chin, trying to pry Gideon's hand from it's grip. The crowd is in a cheering frenzy now as he manages to break the hold.
Pryce: He is still alive in this match!!
Bones: Are you kidding me?!!
Finale falls to the mat and takes in a few deep breaths as he is free of the hold, but Gideon stays on him, he takes his legs to apply a sharpshooter, but Finale shoves him off. He pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes and Goldmane rushes him, but he sends him up and over the top with a back body drop. He lands HARD on the outside. Finale winces in pain again as he strained his ribs once more, but now has a few moments to recooperate as Gideon is out of it on the outside. The ref begins his ten count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
Sparrow: This has gone from a no chance situation for Finale to a possible count-out victory!
Bones: Haha! Looks like Goldmane just lost some hit points!
6… 7…
Finale now heads to the outside, breaking the count and he hauls Gideon up to his feet, rolling him back into the ring. It takes him a moment now to get himself back into the ring after straining himself once again.
Pryce: Ten count broken, and Finale has a real opportunity here!
Bones: What an idiot! He should have just taken the count-out!
Sparrow: There's nothing wrong with wanting a solid victory.
Bones: And there's nothing wrong with getting ANY victory, especially if it's over some dork like Goldmane!
Finale pulls himself back into the ring and crawls over for another pinfall. Ref slides into position.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Thre...
The crowd "Ooohs" and "Ahhhha" as Goldmane shoots a shoulder up.
Pryce: And another near fall!
Finale gets back to his feet as does Gideon, and they begin trading blows back and forth. Gideon catches Finale with a European uppercut, and takes control, sending a few hard rights at Finale. He sends a roundhouse kick at him, but he ducks it and as Goldmane turns around he NAILS him with a DDT!! Finale gets back to his feet, he groans in pain a bit but extends his arms and lets out a yell. Signaling to the crowd it's time to finish it.
Bones: He's going to do it! Finale is going to beat that reject!!!
Sparrow: The tide has changed in his favor and it looks like he may be celebrating his first victory.
Finale clutches the ropes with one hand, swaying back and forth, just WAITING to get a running start and the crowd is all ON THEIR FEET for these two men. Finale steadies himself and waits as Goldmane gets to his knees, still a bit dazed, and Finale lunges from the ropes at full speed to nail DEATH OF THE PARTY!!! But Gideon ducks out of the way as he attempts his running knee, and gets caught up in the ropes on the opposite end of the ring due to his momentum.
Sparrow: He missed!! Goldmane was able to get out of the way!
Pryce: Finale can't believe it, and here comes Goldmane!
Gideon wastes no time as he capitalizes on the situation, Finale pulls his leg from the ropes and stumbles back. Gideon spins him around and hauls him up for what appears to be a suplex. But he holds Finale in the air for a long moment. The crowd LOOSES IT with cheers.
Bones: Oh no!
Sparrow: Looks like your favorite DnD man is about to get a critical hit.
Bones: That was NOT funny!
Pryce: I thought it was.
Gideon holds Finale for a few more seconds and then finally DROPS him with the WRATH OF GOD!!!! Finale's head BOUNCES off the mat as the corkscrewed suplex piledriver connects and he is OUT. The ref slides into position as Gideon covers.
Pryce: 1!...2!...3!
Winstone: Here is your winner..."The Knight Exemplar" GIIIIIDEEEEOOOOOON GOOOOOOOLDMAAAAAAAANE!!!
Pryce: And Gideon Goldmane continues to impress! This young man is definitely making an impact here in RoR!
Sparrow: He's definitely gotten noticed, especially with a display like he's given us here tonight. I see good things in this man's future.
Bones: Oh spare me! He got lucky. Go home and play Dungeons and Dragons, you hear me? Go home!
Pryce and Sparrow dismissively shake their heads at Bones as “Glenn’s Theme” by Yatsunori Mitsuda plays once again, and Gideon celebrates his victory. Voltage cuts to yet another commercial break.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:30:28 GMT -5
Voltage returns to Natalie Burrows is backstage getting ready for her match. Rachel Cole walks into frame with her RoR title hung over her shoulder. The two stare at each other for a few moments knowing full well that they will be doing battle in a little while for the company’s top prize. Natalie looks at her and Rachel shrugs.
Natalie: Miss Cole... hi. I wanted to apologize for the harsh words I used towards you last week.
Rachel puts her hand up letting her know it's cool.
Cole: It's fine. In fact, having the cojones to say that stuff never hurts when going into a championship match. Apologies are not necessary at all, girl.
Natalie: That is good to know. But tonight, I hope the best woman wins.
Cole nods at her.
Cole: Either way, the best woman will win. I know that you are going to give me your all and you should be damn assured that I am going to take you to the limit tonight. But I will say that last week you cut me off when I was going to make a very valuable point and that is this... you, me... we are the future of this business. Hell, it looks like we are the present as well.
Natalie: I might have to agree with you Miss Cole.
Cole: But imagine what we could do if we didn't just focus on our individual careers and tried build up young up and comers like ourselves.Imagine what we could do for our whole generation if we worked together.
Natalie: I'm guessing this has something to do with all this recruiting you have been doing lately. And probably a little something to do with Galen's group of colleagues.
Cole: It has more to do with the purpose of this group. Galen can do whatever he wants. Don't get me wrong, I predict that a war will be coming soon. He's not going to let people with a positive message enjoy it. But right now, it is about building up eachother and setting a precedent for a generation of wrestlers.
Natalie: But Miss Cole, what if I beat you for the title tonight? Will this offer still be on the table.
Cole smiles at Burrows and puts the title on the table between them.
Cole: Win or lose. I want you to be a part of this. I think you NEED to be a part of this.
Burrows smiles at her as she hands the title back over to Rachel.
Natalie: Well Miss Cole... Win or Lose.
Natalie pauses for a little dramatic effect.
Natalie: I am in!
Rachel and Natalie both smile and shake hands.
Cole: Then I guess we'll see eachother out there.
Natalie: I reckon we will.
The cameras cut to ringside to show Winstone in the ring.
Winstone: The following fatal fourway is scheduled for one fall and is for the RoR International Championship!
Williams, Partial, and Ferrari wait in the ring as “Invincible” begins playing over the PA system.
[glow=white,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]
Jack and Galatea are now standing on the stage. Jack points to two pyro devices on either side of him. The pyro devices go off and shoot money out into the crowd. Jack then points to the International Championship that is around his waist before he heads down the ramp, Galatea following close behind.
Winstone: And from Miami, Florida…being accompanied to the ring by Galatea…he is the RoR International Champion…JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK JOHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSON!!!
Partial, Ferrari, Williams and Johnson square off in the center of the squared circle, waiting for the bell to ring - which it does, after a moment, prompting Partial and Ferrari to go after eachother as do Williams and Johnson - Williams quickly grabbing at Johnson and pulling him down into a DDT, while Partial gets the advantage of Ferrari with an armdrag.
Bones: Armdrag. Anyone surprised?
Pryce: Doubtful.
Johnson climbs to his feet, Williams attempting to stop him with a quick kick - but Johnson catches it and turns it into a dragon screw, flooring Williams before turning towards Partial and Ferrari. Partial has a grip on Ferrari's arm, Ferrari back-first on the floor - lifting him up and turning to arm drag him right over the top rope and to the floor below. Labato moves forward to count Ferrari out while Gunner and Scott lean down to pick him up - Labato shooing them off as he continues to count. Partial turns around just in time to see Johnson dropkick him in the chest, sending him backward and stumbling over the top rope. Labato restarts the count as Partial goes over, Johnson dragging Williams into the center of the ring and rolling his legs up.
Sparrow: Johnson trying to end this match early on.
1...
Kickout.
Williams kicks out without much effort, stumbling to his feet as Johnson looks towards where Partial and Ferrari were outside of the ring - only to get blindsided by an arm drag over the top rope. Williams quickly rolls backwards, getting a good look at Partial now standing on the apron before getting dragged out by Ferrari, Gunner and Scott - Ferrari quickly rolling back into the ring as Labato moves out to give quite a stern talking to Gunner and Scott. Ferrari looks over at the distracted impartial referee as Partial steps forward - taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver a firm, stiff kick to Partial's crotch.
Pryce: I'd hate to be Partial right now...
Bones: And you'd like to be Partal at any other time?
Sparrow: Hey, his own personal ref, judges get paid well...
Bones: You sound more like you want to marry him than be him.
The crowd has nothing but jeers for Ferrari's actions as he grips Partial in a headlock, pulling him back and swiftly delivering a snap suplex, Partial rolling over and clutching his back as Ferrari stands up, rubbing his hands together in preparation for the next opponent. Labato rolls into the ring and watches as Williams rolls in behind Ferrari, moving a hand up to roll Ferrari in a small package.
Bones: Small package!
Sparrow: Yes, you have one.
Pryce: You would know...
1...
2...
Johnson breaks up the pin by dragging Williams off, giving him a couple of quick stomps before picking Ferrari up and pulling the top rope down, pushing him over it. He gives a nod and smirk, picking up Williams and holding him in an abdominal stretch. He locks it in fairly well, looking to almost make Williams tap - but his southern spirit holds it off until Justin Partial stands up, charging at the two and pulling Johnson up and slamming him down onto the mat, Williams bouncing off and landing somewhere near the other corner, with an...
...
Arm drag.
Sparrow: Johnson's trying to end the match early, probably to hold onto his title - but Partial's having absolutely none of it.
Bones: Yeah... damn, those arm drags are just vicious.
Labato nods to Partial as Partial rolls Johnson over for the pin.
1...
2...
Partial's pulled off by Ferrari.
Pryce: Ferrari coming back into the ring, taking advantage of the element of surprise.
Ferrari knocks Partial with some left and rights, whipping him across the ring afterwards before chucking him over the top rope with an arm drag.
Bones: Ferrari jacked Partial's move, man.
Williams and Johnson use the ropes to climb to their feet, Ferrari quickly going after Johnson - whipping him across the ring and towards Williams, who rolls out of the way and tugs the top rope down, sending Johnson over it. Ferrari charges at Williams, moving as if to hit Right Down The Middle - but as he jumps, he's trapped in a headlock and dropped into a DDT with his own momentum.
Sparrow: This is it! Williams could take the International Title right here!
He pushes Ferrari onto his back, hooking one leg, Labato moving down to count.
1...
2...
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Williams looks up, perplexed - only to be greeted with no referee in the ring. He looks about for a moment - only to have his question answered when he's dragged out of the ring and pulled into a circle of Kris Slade, Galen Ronan and Sarah Twilight.
Bones: The Trinity!
Sparrow: Oh sure, they pick on the black man.
The three give small smirks at eachother, nodding as they pick up Williams and whip him into the guardrail - Partial, unawares, climbing into the ring and looking around for Labato for a moment. Not finding him, he shrugs and steps forward, only to be whipped into the ropes by Ferrari. Ferrari stops him in his tracks after a moment and points up to the ceiling, yelling 'What's that!' Partial looks up to be greeted only with a snap elbow to the jaw, the crowd jeering at that move as he proceeds to shove Partial down and deliver a few swift stomps.
On the outside, The Trinity works Williams over something fierce, picking up Johnson and shoving him in the ring with Ferrari and Partial as they find him - shoving Williams into the guardrail, into the apron, banging his head on the steel steps, hitting him with chairs pulled from the crowd - occasionally actually throwing him over the guardrail. As they reach the entrance ramp, they give eachother a nod - Galen gripping Williams in a full nelson and waiting as Kris Slade and Sarah Twilight both jump, nailing Williams with a double dropkick - Galen swinging back and dropping Williams into what could be best described as a Full Nelson German Suplex. The group cackles as they lift Williams up and throw him back in the ring with the others.
Pryce: The Trinity brutalizing Rob Williams and then just... leaving.
Bones: Go them!
Sparrow: Disgusting.
Ferrari and Johnson are the people who're standing now - quickly moving at eachother with some punches and kicks. After a moment, Johnson gets the better of Ferrari, grabbing him in a headlock and dropping him in a bulldog, Labato slowly climbing back into the ring after being dragged out - moving down to count as Johnson rolls Ferrari over and places a foot on his chest.
Pryce: Looks like Johnson's gonna retain.
Sparrow: Only because the match was interupted by those Trinity bastards.
1...
2...
Thr-NO!
Bones: Holy shit!
The three is almost counted, but is interrupted just before it can count by Partial hitting a very fast Springboard Impartiality on Johnson before collapsing in the center of the ring. The crowd starts to chant 'Holy Shit,' hyped up as all four men lie, tired and somewhat bloodied wrecks in the middle of the ring.
Pryce: These fans are totally into this match, as they should be!
All four men get to their feet and begin brawling, Williams and Johnson pairing off as Ferrari and Partial exchange blows. Williams is able to get the best of Johnson and suddenly hits his with the…
Pryce: Superman Punch! Johnson knocked out by a Superman Punch!
Bones: But Partial has Arm the Magic Dragon locked in on Ferrari!
Williams quickly notices and goes to break up the submission, but Partial moves and makes Ferrari takes a hard elbow drop. Partial then throws Williams out of the ring and quickly covers Johnson! Labato counts!
1…
2…
3!!!
Partial leaps to his feet and quickly snatches his new International Championship from a stagehand.
Winstone: Here is your winner and NNNNNNNNNNNEW RoR International Champion…JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTIN PARTIAL!!!
Partial holds the International Championship up for all to see as Voltage heads to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:32:39 GMT -5
“Walk With Me In Hell” begins playing. The lights in the arena go crazy; some stay totally on while others shut off, others flicker uncontrollably. Finally, out steps Kris Slade onto the stage.
[glow=white,5,500]We seek only reprieve And welcome the darkness The myth of a meaning, so lost and forgotten
Take hold of my hand For you are no longer alone Walk with me in hell[/glow]
Sarah Twilight comes out from the back, drawing more boos from the crowd. The duo get halfway down the ramp when Slade stops. He walks over to a man in the front row that is holding a sign that says “I’m a Cult Member”. Slade smiles at first but then proceeds assaulting the man with hard rights and lefts!
Pryce: This guy is insane!
Bones: I like him.
Sparrow: You would.
Bones: Hey, the guy does whatever he wants and he’s got Sarah Twilight and the RoR TV Champ backing him up. What’s not to like?
Security rushes out, but before they can do anything to stop the situation Twilight is able to pull Slade off the man. She looks at the beaten down man and just grins. The two then start walking to the ring again.
Winstone: The following six person tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tallahassee, Florida…being accompanied by Sarah Twilight…KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLADE!!!
Slade enters the ring and “World So Cold” by Three Days Grace proceeds to play over the Penitentiary’s PA system.
[glow=white,5,500]I never thought I'd feel this Guilty and I'm broken down inside Livin' with myself nothing but lies
I always thought I'd make it But never knew I'd let it get so bad Livin' with myself is all I have
I feel numb I can't come to life I feel like I'm frozen in time[/glow]
Winstone: And his partner…DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDESTINY MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMICHAELS!!!
Just when the chorus hits, Destiny Michaels comes bursting out onto the stage. She sprints to the ring and slides in. She glances outside the ring at Twilight and then over at Slade.
Sparrow: Doesn’t seem like Destiny feels she can trust the Trinity.
Pryce: Well…that’s because she can’t.
Bones: I disagree! Slade and Twilight are both very stand up people. They’ll have Destiny’s back.
Pryce: Yeah…and shove a knife in it.
Destiny is very cautiously talking with Slade as “Power” by Snap hits.
[glow=white,5,500]I've got the power hey yeah heh I've got the power Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah I've got the power Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Gettin' kinda heavy[/glow][/color]
The debuting Curtis Roberts comes strutting out onto the stage. A very arrogant smile crosses his face as he holds his arms out, showing off his impressively toned body. He begins strutting down the ramp, down to the ring.
Winstone: And their partner…from Leeds, England…CURTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROBERTS!!!
Curtis struts his way over to the announce table.
Pryce: Looks like he’s coming over here.
Bones: You’re very observant Pryce.
Sparrow: Bones, why are you such a d…huh? Me?
The music drowns out whatever Roberts is saying to Sparrow, but she looks a bit disgusted. He says something else and puts a hand gently on her cheek.
Sparrow: Don’t touch me you creep!
She decks Roberts right in the jaw, staggering him. He get enraged and looks like he’s about to attack Sparrow when Bones jumps up from his seat.
Bones: Back off Abercrombie & Fitch!
Sparrow is standing as well. Roberts just smiles at both announcers and then backs away. He enters the ring, isolating himself from his team before “Eat It” hits the PA system.
Bones: And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse out here.
[glow=white,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]
Red and white lights flash to the beat of the music as all three Pollos strut out onto the stage. El Hijo and Super each have a tag team championship around their waist’s as the trio comes out to the boos they’ve become accustomed to.
Winstone: Introducing first, from Tijuana, Mexico…the RoR Tag Team Champions…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS EXCELENTES!!!
Sparrow: After what that Ken doll wanna-be just said to me, I think I’m going to be pulling for the Pollos during this one!
Pryce: Well they are the Tag Team Champions for a reason, but you also have to remember that they’ve never competed as a whole unit before either. It’s tough to say what will happen.
The Pollos climb in the ring and El Hijo and Super proudly display the Tag Team Championships to the crowd. All of the sudden the Pollo Guy climbs in the ring and begins to show off with LPE!
Bones: What does this idiot think he’s doing?!
Security, who is still out from earlier, rush the ring and attempt to get the Pollo Guy. However, LPE keep them at bay and allow their buddy to remain at ringside.
Bones: Oh this is ridiculous! That is a fan! He jumped the guardrail and has no business being out here!
Sparrow: Meh…I say let him be.
Pryce: For once, I have to side with Bones on this one. This super fan being at ringside is a huge liability to RoR.
The Pollo Guy is outside the ring now and it appears that Roberts and Soup will begin the match. The ref rings the bell and Roberts immediately goes to work by hitting Soup with a sudden crossbody. Soup is able to roll through, not allowing for a cover, and both men quickly spring to their feet. Again Roberts is quick on the draw and nails Soup with a hard clothesline, which is followed by an elbow drop, which is then transitioned into a side headlock.
Pryce: Impressive start from the rookie.
Sparrow: *gagging noises*
Roberts maintains the hold as Soup pushes his way up to his feet. Soup then throws hard elbows into Roberts’ midsection, which eventually causes Roberts to break the hold. Soup then shoves Roberts towards the ropes and on the ricochet connects with a dropkick to Roberts’ knee. Roberts is dropped to one knee and is immediately locked into a hammer lock. Soup has the hold totally locked in and then proceeds to send forearm shots to the back of Roberts’ head. Roberts is eventually able to break free and staggers backwards. He looks like he’s about to keep up the brawl with Soup, but Slade slaps him hard on the back.
Pryce: Well…uhh…Slade just tagged himself into the match. Roberts not pleased with that.
Bones: Alright! Knock the feathers off those chickens Sl…hey where’d you get that?!
Sparrow (with a mouth full of food): Get what?
Bones: Is that Pollo Bucket?!
Sparrow (having swallowed her chicken): It’s actually not bad.
Slade climbs into the ring as he exchanges a nasty look with Roberts. Soup wastes no time worrying about his opponents' issues as he runs straight at Slade and NAILS him with a front dropkick. Slade stumbles back and falls through the ropes, crashing down on the outside. The Pollo Guy starts dancing at ringside, and the crowd is getting worked up. In Slade's corner, Sarah Twilight drags her Trinity brother to his feet and helps him back into the ring.
Pryce: Twilight not offering her stablemate a breather. Just shoved him back into the ring.
Bones: Because they are world class athletes. Twilight doesn't need to baby Slade, or vice versa.
Sparrow (still munching on chicken): Whabeva do clay.
Bones: What? I don't understand jibberish.
Soup heads right back in after Slade is returned to the ring, but Slade catches him with a thumb to the eye that buys him some time. Soup holds his eyes, unable to see now as Slade follows up with a chop block to the back of Soup's knee, which sends him down to the mat. Slade capitalizes and mounts Soup, sending vicious punches to his face. The ref warns Slade, but the warnings go ignored as Slade just continues his assault.
Pryce: Slade's mean streak very evident here tonight. He seems to have a new found confidence as well ever since forming The Trinity with Twilight and Ronan.
Bones: Wouldn't YOU be confident when you are a part of the greatest formation in wrestling history?
Sparrow: I wouldn't go that far now.
Bones: It's true, T3 is the greatest thing to ever happen to this business!
Pryce: T3?
Bones: It's my nickname for Trinity. Catchy, isn't it?
Sparrow: I'll be honest...it actually is kinda catchy.
Slade finally ceases his vicious assault and stands, looking down at the fallen Pollo. He then tags in Destiny Michaels who hops over the ropes and is completely ready for action. She pulls Soup to his feet and tries to send him for an irish whip, but Soup easily reverses and instead sends Michaels into the ropes, catching her with a powerslam on the return. He covers and the ref slides in for the count.
1!
2!
Th......
Destiny fires a shoulder up. Soup doesn't think much of it as he now hauls her to her feet, dragging her now to his corner as he tags BPV into the ring. Destiny immediately starts fighting, swinging her fists wildly at BPV, who shoves her off with authority. Michaels is send flying back against the ropes and she uses the momentum on the return, catching BPV with a spinning heel kick, staggering him. But BPV is not off of his feet. Destiny scrambles for her corner but BPV grabs hold of her ankle, dragging her back to the other side of the ring where he tags in Hijo. All three of the Pollos start pounding away on Destiny in the corner. The ref warns them and starts a five count.
1… 2… 3… 4…
The Pollos raise their hands up at four, and Hijo drags Destiny back to the center of the ring. He drops a massive leg over her throat. The young star holds her throat in agony as she flops around on the mat.
Pryce: He just dropped a chicken leg on Destiny!
Sparrow: They are having some fun at Destiny's expense.
Bones: Funny, real funny.
Hijo hauls Destiny to her feet once again, and now sends her into the ropes with a hard whip. Hijo rushes into the ropes at the opposite side of the ring, setting up for a running big boot, but Sarah Twilight hops up onto the apron and pulls down the top rope and Hijo spills over to the outside. The Pollo Guy is LIVID, he hops up onto the apron and starts arguing with the ref. Sarah hops down off the apron, and waits for Hijo to get to his feet, she smirks at him and flips him off. He rushes at her and she drops him with a drop toe hold, his face CRACKING into the steel ring steps. This draws the other Pollos off the apron.
Pryce: Twilight already involving herself in this match. BIG surprise there.
Bones: Hijo had it coming!
Sparrow: Excuse me? For what, exactly? Twilight has NO business getting involved.
Bones: I clearly remember hearing Hijo calling her names before.
Pryce: You are such a liar!
Sarah returns to her team's corner on the outside as The Pollos begin to make their way around the ring. The ref tries to restore some order and instructs the Pollos to get back to their corner. Meanwhile, Roberts tags himself into the match as a completely dazed Destiny Michaels rolls herself out of the ring. Roberts immediately heads for Hijo and rolls him back into the ring as the ref turns his focus back to the match. Curtis Roberts covers Hijo and the ref starts the count.
1!
2!
Th.....
Hijo shoves off and is able to power out of the pin attempt.
Bones: Captain KFC has a little fight left in him.
Pryce: The Pollos are Tag Team Champions for a reason ya know?
Roberts now rushes into the ropes and connects with a shining wizard on the return. Hijo's head snaps back and he is even more dazed. BPV and Soup extend their hands over the ropes, pleading for a tag. Roberts wastes no time and hauls Hijo to his feet, sending him into the ropes. Both men have the same idea on the return and COLLIDE! Each man, clotheslining the other. Both men lay flat on their backs. LPE stomps the apron, trying to get Hijo back into it and close enough to make a tag. Slade screams at Roberts from his corner and demands to be tagged in. Roberts manages to get to his feet first and tags in Slade. Hijo begins crawling towards his corner, but Slade grabs his ankle. Hijo twists around out of instinct and catches him with an enziguri, staggering Slade back. This buys him enough time to leap for his corner and he tags in Soup. The crowd goes wild.
Pryce: And here we go!
Bones: Damn it! Damn it!
Slade rushes Soup for a clothesline, but he ducks under and pulls him down for a neckbreaker. Slade is down on the mat and Soup jumps up, dropping a knee down across his face. He rolls off and gets back to his feet, measuring Slade methodically. As he gets to one knee Soup sends a sharp snap kick right to his jaw, sending the Trinity member right back down. The crowd is stomping their feet in the rows and have really gotten into this matchup.
Sparrow: Soup changing the tide here and Slade looks to be in some trouble now.
Bones: Soup this, Soup that. Shut up! Why not talk about a real ring veteran like me?
Pryce: Oh please! I am enjoying this match, and to be honest, I find you as a joke in the ring.
Sparrow: Ditto.
Roberts rushes into the ring now and is met by an incredible shoulder tackle from BPV who stopped the attempted blindside attack. Both men are ordered out of the ring by the ref. Slade however, uses this distraction to his advantage as he removes one of the turnbuckle pads. Soup moves in now after the small brawl, and Slade grabs hold of his tights, yanking Soup face first into the exposed turnbuckle. Soup falls backwards and Slade rolls him up for the cover.
1!
2!
Thre.....
Hijo dives in for the save before a three count can be reached.
Pryce: Look at these shady actions. The Trinity is definitely making a mark here tonight.
Bones: T3 baby!
Sparrow: But LPE is definitely not going to let it end that easily.
Roberts and Michaels now storm the ring after Hijo. BPV also enters the ring and a massive brawl ensues. The ref is having a hard time regaining control. Twilight hops up onto the ring apron now, and is ready to give the advantage to her team. However, The Pollo Guy thinks quickly as he darts around the ring, trying to "woo" the Mistress of Mischief.
Bones: What the hell is that dumb chicken thinking?
Sparrow: It looks like he's trying to flirt with Sarah Twilight.
Pryce: That may well be flirting with disaster.
The Pollo Guy offers Sarah some fried chicken and pleads with her to come down from the apron. Blowing kisses at her. Sarah smirks as she hops down from the apron, looking at the very obese Pollo fan. The fan gets down on one knee, offering up his fried chicken in some sort of poultry proposal. The fans laugh at the antics. But Sarah doesn't find it funny as she hauls off and DECKS the fan right in the mouth!!!
Pryce: Oh come on! That was uncalled for!
Bones: That was great! He just had his eggs scrambled!
Sparrow: Haha!
Pryce: Don't tell me you agree with him?
Sparrow: No, but his comment was funny.
The ref finally gathers some control inside of the ring, but only to have the chaos spill to the outside as now Hijo and BPV rush around ringside to the aid of their fan. Sarah doesn't back off and the Pollos look more than ready to deal with her. Slade now slides out of the ring as T3 and LPE stand toe to toe. Back in the ring, Roberts and Soup are trading blows. Slade was the legal man, but in all the confusion, the ref couldn't keep track of who was who. T3 and LPE begin brawling on the outside as the ref shouts for them to stop.
Bones: Go T3! Get them!
Pryce: Pick Up and Delivery! Super just hit the Pick Up and Delivery on Roberts! Cover!
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3!
Winstone: Here are your winners…the RoR Tag Team Champions…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOS EXCELENTES!!!
Multiple refs come out to separate T3 and LPE as Voltage heads to it’s final commercial break.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:34:39 GMT -5
Winstone: The following contest is tonight’s Voltage main event and is for the RoR Championship!!!
“Innocence” by Halestorm hits the PA system.
[glow=white,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 walks to the edge of that blinding spot until she is visible and raises her fists above her head. The movement triggers white and coral pyros to shoot in front of her in criss-crossing sparks, the Southern Belle emerging from the beam of light as the last round fires off.
Pryce: This lovely young lady has the opportunity of a lifetime here tonight! Could we be looking at the next RoR Champion?
Bones: No way Pryce! Burrows is too much of a goodie goodie to overcome Rachel Cole tonight!
Sparrow: Never write anyone out in this business Bones. Natalie has everything it takes to become RoR Champion here tonight!
Pryce: But you also have to remember that she is dealing with the loss of her mother, I’m surprised she’s competing quite frankly.
Bones: I’m not, did you see how her and Harvey’s “friendship” is taking off?! What a smooch!
Sparrow: I don’t think the personal lives of Natalie and our CEO are any of your business Bones.
Making her way down the ramp, Natalie still slaps a few of the hands that are offered to her… but her focus is on the ring. After a few moments, she slides into the ring on her stomachs before getting to her feet. Natalie mounts the nearest turnbuckle as she looks out over the crowd, once again raising her fists in the air to evoke cheers from the crowd. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down.
All of the sudden the lights go out in the Penitentiary 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 RoR Championship 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=white,5,500]Oh Yeah! Hit It![/glow][/color]
Bones: Now here’s my pick to win here tonight!
Sparrow: I’m not so sure Rachel would be flattered by that statement. Just sayin’.
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. Once the water finishes pouring she slides her hand through her hair. She then points towards the ring with her index finger and then makes her way to the ring.
[glow=white,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=white,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 does the splits on them while lifting up her right arm towards the fans.
[glow=white,5,500]Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone’s trying to brainwash me, Battle stations![/glow]
She then gets off the turnbuckle and heads into the middle of the ring and pulls the RoR Championship off of her waist and holds it up towards the Cult of fans that are in attendance. Rachel gives her title to the ref as the music cuts out. The ref the raises the title high for all to see.
Winstone: Introducing the challenger, from Durham, North Carolina…NNNNNNNNNNNNATALIE BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROWS!!!
The crowd cheers as Natalie again raises her fists into the air. Rachel nods, and lightly claps out of respect for her opponent.
Winstone: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California…she is the CWC Showcase Champion and the reigning RoR Champion… the Cult Classic RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACHEL COLE!!!
The crowd gives Rachel a huge pop, showing that there are no “favorites” in this match. The ref hands the RoR Championship to a stagehand, then rings the bell.
Pryce: This one has the potential to be one of the greatest matches we’ve seen here in RoR.
Sparrow: It may be hard to top Cole’s match with Hess, but with the talent that these two possess it just might become an RoR classic.
The two ladies come face to face, even shaking hands before they begin to circle each other. Both ladies are looking for an opening, unable to find one for a few moments. The initial stalemate is broken by a sudden super kick from Rachel that sends Natalie down to the mat. Natalie quickly gets up to one knee and holds her jaw. She nods to Rachel as she gets to her feet. The stalemate is back on. Both ladies circle each other again, both looking for the perfect opening. Finally, Natalie breaks the stalemate by connecting with a roundhouse kick to the side of Rachel’s head. Rachel drops to one knee because of the blow and then falls victim to a knee to the face. The champ lies on the mat for a very brief moment before she gets back to one knee. Natalie shrugs as she locks eyes with Rachel.
Bones: Anything you can do I can do better!
Sparrow: I hope you’re not talking about yourself cause both of those ladies can take you out no problem.
Bones: Now is that any way to treat the guy that helped you out earlier? I mean honestly.
Rachel is now back on her feet. She is immediately powered back into a corner by Natalie. The Southern Belle sends hard forearm shots into Rachel’s face, but Rachel forcefully shoves her backwards. Natalie staggers back and then is dropped by a dropkick from the Cult Classic. Natalie quickly gets to her feet and locks eyes with Rachel, who looks ready to strike again. Rachel just smirks at Natalie and says, “It’s your move if you think you can get it.” Natalie nods and the two begin to circle each other yet again. Natalie is the first to attempt some offense. She attempts to take Rachel down with a clothesline, but the champ ducks. Rachel then attempts a clothesline of her own, but the challenger ducks. Natalie is then able to take Rachel down with a dropkick of her own. Rachel again quickly gets up to a knee as she clutches her chest and locks eyes with her opponent.
Pryce: And the game of one ups-manship con…
Sparrow: It would actually be one ups-womanship Pryce.
Pryce: …Forgive me. Anyways, it appears this game of one ups-womanship continues.
The two ladies are locked in a collar and elbow tie up that quickly turns into a hammer lock by Natalie. Rachel is able to reverse into a hammer lock of her own and has the pressure firmly applied. Natalie struggles but Rachel has the grip of a pitbull. It becomes clear that Rachel won’t let go due to a few struggles so Natalie uses her free arm to elbow Rachel in the side of the head. After a few blows Rachel releases the hold, allowing Natalie to spin around and hit a huge spinning clothesline. The blonde beauty quickly springs to her feet, while Rachel tries to shake out the cobwebs as she gets to her feet as well. Natalie gets Rachel shoved back into a corner again and starts sending hard shoulder thrusts into her midsection. Rachel starts sending hard shots into Natalie’s back, causing the Southern Belle to back off.
Sparrow: These two ladies are giving these fans exactly what they wanted to see! What a competitive match up!
Bones: Come on champ, come through for me!
Pryce: You’ve got to be kidding me! You bet on the main event again?!
Bones: …Maybe.
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Natalie has backed off of Rachel, but then charges. Rachel lifts her legs and wraps them around Natalie’s neck, her hands still gripping the top rope. Rachel uses the ropes to get her momentum going. She spins and attempts a hurricanrana, but Natalie uses her power to stop Rachel’s momentum. She then is able to lift Rachel back up into a powerbomb position.
Pryce: Look at the power of Burrows!
Natalie then turns back towards the turnbuckle and powerbombs Rachel directly on top of it. Rachel hooks the ropes with her arms, clearly in pain, as Natalie again creates space between her and the champion. Rachel comes out of the corner and receives a kick to the gut. Natalie uses the kick to set up an impaler DDT. Natalie then goes for a cover.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...
Bones: Yes! Yes! Cole kicks out!
Pryce: I guess that means Bones’ twenty bucks is safe.
Natalie doesn’t argue, just gets to her feet and looks to continue her offense. Once Rachel gets to a knee Natalie attempts another roundhouse, but Rachel ducks this one. Natalie turns around and gets caught with…
Bones: Ectoplasm! Cole got the ectoplasm!
Natalie staggers backwards temporarily blinded by the move. Rachel springs to her feet, bounces off the ropes and hits a cartwheel bomb and immediately into a cover.
Bones: 1!...2!...Th…damn it!
Pryce: Burrows just able to kick out before the three!
Rachel gets to her feet, sending the ref a slightly annoyed glance. She doesn’t let Natalie get up, connecting with a buzzsaw kick and falling into another cover.
Bones: 1!...What?!
This time Natalie was able to kick out before a two count. Rachel again gets to her feet, this time letting the ref know exactly what she thinks of the count by saying “That was a f*ckin three!” The ref insists that the count was fair, but Rachel continues to argue anyway. The argument allows Natalie to get back to her feet. The moment that Rachel turns around Natalie is able to connect with a fisherman’s suplex the she immediately turns into a pinning combination.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Thre
Bones: Cole kicks out! Cole kicks out! God damn right Cole kicks out!
Natalie seems a bit shocked as she sits on the mat. Rachel rolls out of the ring in an attempt to regroup, falling to her hands and knees. Natalie attempts to go out after her, but the ref holds her back and begins his count.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Rachel gets to her feet, taking a few deep breaths as she regains her last little bit of composure.
5… 6…
Natalie levels Rachel with a baseball slide. The challenger slides totally out of the ring because of her momentum, which causes the ref to restart his count.
1… 2…
Rachel is back on her feet and begins trading blows with Natalie.
3… 4… 5…
It appears that Natalie is going to get the better of the situation after she catches Rachel’s foot when she attempts a kick to the gut, but Rachel turns that into an enziguri.
6… 7…
Rachel rolls into the ring, breaking the ref’s count again. She then clibs out onto the ring apron, just waiting for Natalie to get to her feet.
Bones: Oh come on Cole! Just let her get counted out and retain your title!
Sparrow: Cole’s not that kind of champion Bo…oh my gosh!
Rachel has leaped off the ring apron, only to be hit by a move that is appropriately named Hitting Bottom. Rachel is motionless as Natalie slowly gets to her feet.
Pryce: If Burrows can get Rachel back into the ring then she’ll become the champion!
Natalie picks Rachel up and rolls her back into the ring. She then quickly slides into the ring and covers the champion!
Sparrow: 1!
Bones: No!
Sparrow: 2!
Bones: No!
Sparrow: Thre…
Bones: Yes! Yes!
Pryce: Cole just got the shoulder up!
Natalie is in shock as she sits beside a fallen Cult Classic. Natalie gets to her feet and prepares to attack, motioning for Rachel to get up. Rachel stands up on wobbly legs. Natalie goes for a roundhouse kick, but Rachel ducks. She’s able to capitalize by swiftly kicking Natalie in the stomach and following up with a rocker dropper!
Bones: Big move from Cole! Cover her champ! You got this!
Pryce: Something tells me that’s not what Cole has in mind Bones!
A look of complete determination shows in Rachel’s eyes as she looks down at Natalie. She yells, “Hit it!” just before she goes over to a corner and starts climbing up to the top rope. She glances over her shoulder and then leaps off!
Sparrow: Plan 9! Cole connects with the Plan 9!
Pryce: Indeed she did, but she landed high and tight! She might have done as much damage to herself as she did to Burrows.
Rachel did connect with the Plan 9, but her face hit the mat hard. As a result, the champ is unable to go for the cover and limply rolls off Natalie. Both women lay motionless on the mat, causing the ref to check on them both. He begins his count when both ladies do not respond to his questions.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
Bones: No! No! No! This match can’t end like this!
6… 7… 8…
Neither woman is moving.
9… 10!
The ref calls for the bell.
Bones: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Son of a bitch!
Sparrow: How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t say things like that on FOX!? Shit!
Winstone: Ladies and gentlemen, because both competitors were unable to answer the count of ten this match is a DRAW! Therefore, STILL RoR Champion RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACHEL COLE!!!
The crowd boos heavily at Morrigan’s announcement. The ref gets the RoR Championship and lays it beside Rachel before he motions for help from the back.
Pryce: You may not like the outcome, but those two young ladies in that ring gave it their all here tonight!
Sparrow: I couldn’t agree with you more Pryce. That was one hell of a match!
Bones: What the hell are we going to do now though?! Is this it?! I mean…that ending was complete crap!
Pryce: Bones just shut up! I’m sure this isn’t the last time we’ll be seeing Cole and Burrows square off! But for now, that’s all for this week’s Voltage!
Sparrow: Good niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight Seattle!
EMTs are tending to both Natalie and Rachel. Natalie is sitting in the corner as an EMT looks at her ribs. A few EMTs check on Rachel as well. She is laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling and is responsive to the EMT’s questions. The last image for this week’s Voltage is Natalie staring up at the sky saying, “I'm sorry.”
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Feb 16, 2011 20:43:57 GMT -5
RECAP Attendance: 12, 276 Mikola def. Matt Ward The Scorpion def. Galen Ronan for the FOX TV Championship Gideon Goldman def. Finale Justin Partial def. Jack Johnson, Rob Williams, & Robbie Ferrari to become the RoR International Champion Los Pollos Excelentes def. Kris Slade, Destiny Michaels, & Curtis Roberts Natalie Burrows and Rachel Cole fought to a draw
OOC: Special thanks to Galen for the fatal fourway match. Thanks to Rachel Cole for the TV Championship match. And thanks to Twilight for the Goldmane/Finale match and for finishing the six man tag match.
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