Post by Ana Valentine on Aug 9, 2017 20:39:23 GMT
(Not coded and spacing is terrible but here are the results posted from my hotel, thank you all for your patience xxx)
Fucking Awesome Wrestling Presents:
Hardcore Open Invitational (Round 2)
Live from Las Vegas, Nevada
!!!SEGMENT!!!
'You think you know me? '
Eyes closed, Jan van der Roost sits in his gear, holding a tablet in his hand. His eyes open up, glaring towards the camera.
Some people THINK they know who I am, then it gets painfully obviously they have no clue. Sorta like looking at the box score of a baseball game and seeing someone who goes 1 for 4 with a single. The stats don't show that in those 3 other at-bats, they moved the runner over, worked the count to full on 2 difference occasions, plus fouled a few off, bringing the pitcher's pitch count and even played aenough mind gaes to allow one of his teammates to steal a base, pushing the team ahead for the win. It also doesn't show that he made 3 key plays on defense helping secure the win as well. So what you see, is only part of the story, but not the complete story.
Jan takes his glasses from his bag and places them across his nose, looking down at the tablet.
I am old and my eyes have gone a little bad so forgive me, I am human.
Jan turns the tablet to show the Twitter Timeline of Tanner Halsey
This is my opponent here in the tournament, after the shuffle, and he's quick to point out all of my faults, which, are public knowledge now and quite honestly, old news. Let's delve into what my illustrious opponent has done then... First in the ring...
Jan turns the tablet around to show the camera the list.
This great opponent of mine has had a wonderful career. For those of you who are not fluent in sarcasm, that was it. Tanner is Sneak Attacked someone after a match; took a Disqualification Loss in a match; Lost an elimination tag team match, going out 1st, I might add; took another loss but the team won the match after his partner and significant other managed to get the pinfall; the lovebird tag team actually won a tag match with her getting the pinfall and finally, his first round match , he got that illustrious first singles win..... after a distraction from Eliza Valentine to beat Gavin Grimes.
Jan lowers his glasses slightly.
Go by the stats, he has 1 win individually, 2 wins with a partner and has taken 3 losses. Yet, I'm supposed to be scared of the guy in the ring. And Why am I supposed to be scared? Because he talks a lot of smack, which his smack... leaves a lot to be desired.
Jan turns the tablet around and reads...
My opponenet likes to tell everyone to kill themselves or that they are trash or both, which the last time I checked, is working with the lowest common denominator when it comes to remedial trash talking. He has also managed to profess his love to his tag team partner, Rylee, then
lost Rylee, got Rylee back, lost her again and got her back again. The reason is pretty obvious to be on why he loves Rylee? He is a lost puppy without her. Can't win a match to save his life, always has to have help in any match he is in, and without her... to quote the illustrious Tanner Halsey... he is a piece of trash and should just do everyone a favor and kill himself.
Jan takes off his glasses and puts them back in their case.
Halsey is nothing more than a self righteous snowflake, who can't even lace his own boots, let alone lace up mine. He is not even a wannabe, but a never-was and a never will-be. If this was baseball, Halsey would be that typical last man on the roster, happy to be here and because his teammates are winning all the games, he thinks he earns the right to talk the biggest game. In reality, he is so insecure about himself that he waffles on his love of his girlfriend, being very frightened about what happens in their private life because he knows she is his meal ticket. So he is more worried about nibbling on her than actually learning how to be a wrestler.
Jan shakes his head.
Yet, I am supposed to be scared of such a wrestler? I have more faith in my son Sebastian beating me in this match and he is still in the NICU and suckling from his mother's breast. Perhaps that is why Tanner has such a vested interest in my private life because he's attached to Rylee the same way that Sebastian is to Sasha and, as much as I love to see a baby suckle from his mother, Tanner should probably unlatch from Rylee before he gets into the ring with me. I have no problem with collateral damage when it comes to a Deathmatch, as the people in the front row in my match against Kenni Killswitch.
Jan places his glasses case and the tablet into his gym bag at his feet.
A bit of advice, Tanner, father to snowflake. After this match, after you find out what this old man has been doing for nearly 24 years in the ring, after you find out that you cannot and will not beat me, and might barely survive this match with the Dutch Deathstalker, you should take a ride to San Diego to Squires West and, free of charge as a token of my esteem, learn some basic fundamentals of wrestling, including some in ring skills and more importantly, some real ring psychology, and not just read the Baumer Reports and think you knows who I am and what I have done.
Jan stands up and places his bag in the locker.
My good friend Flavor Flav used to say 'Don't Believe the Hype'... Now THAT.. was sound advice. I have not believed your hype, because I believe in facts.
FACT. You haven't won shit. Strike One.
FACT. You won't win shit without your partner or help. Strike Two.
FACT. You are going it alone in this match. Strike Three.
He slams the locker, the metal echoes throughout the locker room.
Three Strikes. You're Out. Good Night. Game over. Drive Home Safely. The Rooster is heading to the next round and That's the Way It Is...
Jan walks off.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
The scene cuts to the back where Tanner Halsey is sitting on a metal folding chair with his feet up in front of him on a second chair. He has his hands behind his head, the fingers interlocked together and a smile on his face.
Tanner Halsey: Unless you were under a rock for a bit last night, you had to see the shit storm kicked up by me and my girl Rylee. You see the last Empire show we beat the shit out of two teams and walked out of the match. One team quit the company based off it and the other well, they wanted us so bad they put their title shots and jobs on the line. You see that's why I'm not the Empire rep in this whole tournament. Go see Malone about bending over and taking it for Empire since he's fuckin one of its interviewers.
Tanner chuckles a bit.
Tanner Halsey: Empire wants to toss its weight around a bit? Fine by me. It's not like they are promoting me kicking ass in this tournament anyway. I mean fuck, I knocked off a top seed in this thing with Gavin Grimes and I barely get a tweet of congratulations. Fuck it, I don't need them or their tweets. I ain't here for them anyway, I'm here for myself to show that I am one dangerous fuck. Didn't you see the body count I left last time? A few people here owe me a thank you for getting them into the second round. But still, I got my detractors right? I got them folks thinking I'm nothing and I just got lucky beating Grimes in the first round. Hey, who am I to say otherwise right? Eliza came out, Gavin looked away and I took advantage. Shit happens. I was all set for Court Kivisto but then luck would have it… Shit got shaken up.
He drops his boots off the second chair and slowly sits up on the other.
Tanner Halsey: Instead of Little Sister Kivisto, I get matched up with Old Man Jan? Can't wait for him to tell me stories of the good old days or how he's forgotten more about wrestling than I'll ever know. Hell, maybe he will tell me how he wrestled a dinosaur or how back in his day soda pop only costed a nickel. I mean you saw how the old fuck tried to give me a thing on respect in wrestling right? This fuck is gonna tell me about respect in pro wrestling? Let's take a look at the guy’s track record and see if he should be telling anyone about respect in this business. First look at the dude’s name, The Dutch Deathstalker. You know how he got that name? Got sloppy and killed a guy in a match. Now, shit happens and people get hurt but Jan? He called using the name… Marketing.
Tanner starts to laugh and jokingly slaps at his knee.
Tanner Halsey: Can you believe that shit? A guy talks to me about respect but is using someone's unfortunate death FOR MARKETING! I bet the family of the guy who passed love hearing how you are using his death to make your career. It would be one thing if you said it was to be a memorial or tribute to the guy but you said it was for marketing… Not respect but for the money of it. Ain't that some shit? Now, if that ain't bad enough, this guy has been known to fuck his students. Hey, I'm just saying what's already been out there. Not only that but he then cheated on said student when he fucked another guy’s girl in the next room of where the guy was sleeping. So he bangs a student, then cheats on her. He's classy huh? Respect, respect, respect and this guy is fucking students and taken women. Really respectful huh?
Tanner places a hand up and facepalms, shaking his head in his hand. After a moment he looks up to the camera again.
Tanner Halsey: If all that wasn't enough with good old Janny… He has himself a premature baby sitting in the NICU at the local hospital. A little life that, if it was me? I'd be there every motherfucking day… But Jan? He is signing up last moment to do a Hardcore Invitational Tournament. He's putting that broken and beat up body through even more abuse than it's already has. When will Jan be happy? When he can lift his new son up without assistance? Seems a bit selfish to me, to have a kid that just needs you there… And you go running off to get your ass kicked. But then again, Janny… He's just not that known for good choices, huh?
He slowly rises to his feet, brushing off his black shirt that we can now see reads “Fuck Empire” in red letters.
Tanner Halsey: So here is what imma do for you Jan. I'm going to hurt you, I'm gonna hurt you bad. I'm going to make Sasha and little baby Sebastian very happy by making daddy stay at home. Granted for the first few months you will probably be bed ridden but after that? One happy family. So when it's all said and done, feel free to thank me.
Tanner chuckles as he walks off camera.
Hardcore Rules
Tanner Halsey vs Jan Vander Roost
At the sound of the bell, Tanner is all over Jan with a running jumping knee that is quickly followed up by a flurry of lefts and rights. Jan does his best to weather the storm as Tanner tries his best to work him over. Jan uses his ring prowess to slip free and take Tanner down with a double leg take down. The two brawl to the outside where Jan tosses Tanner against the barriers and even clipping just above Tanner's eye with the ring post. But the building crimson mask only enrages Tanner who viciously assaults Jan with a steel chair until it is well bent.
Halsey wipes off some of the blood from his face and slaps Jan across the face with it. Jan goes to return the slap but Tanner ducks it, lifts Jan up in an almost atomic drop but instead racks Jan, crotch first against the ring post. Tanner then drags Jan and places his hand between the steps and the ring, following it up with kicking the steps, smashing Jan's hand. Tanner starts to play up to the crowd, shouting "Fuck Empire!" To the crowd but as he turns back to Jan, he is greeted by a big superkick. Jan pulls Tanner to his feet and snap suplexes him on the steel ramp. Jan makes the cover but only gets a two count.
Van Der Roost again pulls Halsey to his feet but this time German suplexes him onto the ramp with a sickening thud. Jan doesn't go for the cover, instead he goes for another German suplex, only to have Tanner fight out of it, connecting with a series of back elbows that leave both staggering up the stage. Jan tries to swing at Tanner but misses, Halsey then doubles over Van Der Roost and then powerbombs him off the stage and through two set up tables. Tanner jumps down and makes the cover for the win.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
Backstage at the beginning of the show, Trixie holds the door open as a Nitrogenie pair of gentlemen wheel in a very large tub of liquid nitrogene for the ice cream bar exclusively available at FAW all the way from Australia. A few crew carry in some boxes of flavours bottles like Vanilla, Chocolate and so on.
TRIXIE:
"Now remember, anyone who says Trixie's going to win gets a double portion. Everyone except Matthew Shields, no ice cream for him."
Trixie says pulling out of her folder a poloroid headshot picture of Matthew Shields that she adds a red cross across it in a red marker before handing it to the staff member while two still stick out in the folder Trixie's carrying.
TRIXIE:
"Phoenix can, she'll admit what's going to happen much later tonight when I drop her and advance in this tournament."
Trixie pulls out the other two, a photo of Melissa Reeves and Katie Anderson.
TRIXIE:
"And lastly, Mel and Katie obviously get to cut the line since their Pride girls true and true. They get priority for this delicious ice cream made with liquid nitrogen."
They begin to park everything in a very well ventilated area with a few windows they open to allow oxygen to flow into the building. Trixie grabs up her bag
TRIXIE:
"And I'm going to go get ready for tonight, you guys save me a caramel peanut butter fudge one, I need a reward after my hardcore match...."
!!!SEGMENT!!!
Here's my segment for Round 2. If it needs coding or anything I need to change or add/remove, please don't hesitate to tell me.
The lights suddenly go down, and a trumpet orchestra blares out throughout the P.A. system as the big screens around the arena show a sci-fi ship flying through a night starry sky.
As the ship follows its course, a deep, booming voice echoes throughout the stadium.
"PEOPLE OF FUCKING AWESOME WRESTLING! WELCOME TO ROUND TWO OF THE HARDCORE INVITATIONAL! WE ARE... THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL!"
As the lights come back on, the camera cuts backstage, following the shadow of a walking figure down the floor of a hallway.
*CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!*
The resonating clanking sound echoes the arrival of a man clad toe-to-head in a steel-like armor, decorated in plain metallic gray, with the motif of a lone sword in white visibly seen on its chest plate, and a gigantic battleaxe slung on his back, walking resolutely down the hall. Backstage interviewer Kasey White looks at the peculiar steel-clad warrior, face covered by a helmet.
Kasey White: "Uh, excuse me - sir..."
The man in the armor turns his head towards her, silently.
Kasey White: "May I know who you are?"
The voice emanating from the helmet sounds as metallic as the armor itself.
: "YOU WISH TO KNOW MY IDENTITY? VERY WELL - THUS YOU SHALL."
And with that, very slowly, the armored man removes his helmet, the first sight as it comes off being a GLORIOUS soccer mom hair - the trademark hair style of DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez. He flashes a huge smile, then snaps his fingers at her with a wink.
Mariano: "Hey yo. How you doing, mang. SAY HELLO... TO DA #TROLL GUY!"
Kasey White sighs in relief, finally knowing this is just one more of Manny's antics.
Kasey White: "Oh, thank God. Jesus Christ, Mariano! What a way to make an entrance!"
Manny throws his hands in a nonchalant shrug.
Mariano: "... PROBLEM, Ms. White? How'd you like it, mang? This thing is heavy to walk around in, y'know. And remember - Manny's fine, mang, don't be a stranger."
Kasey White: "Well, it's uh... I've never seen anything like it before! Other than cosplay cons and what have you. Anyway - how are you feeling for round two of this gigantic tournament?"
Mariano: "Here you see me, mang. I'm facing a huge behemoth who likes working out and posting pics of his bulk on Twitter, goes by the name of Joshua Sabin. Nobody knows who he is and what reputation precedes him, a fact that he himself has established when we first saw him last week, but that ain't no matter to me, mang. Whether you're a rookie fresh out of graduation in Jan Van Der Roost's academy, or someone with the accolades of Ash Scion, it makes no difference. For a true Nord, when presented with a fight, there's only one acceptable response - and that means, mang, we're going to war. Hence-" (he points to himself and his armor) "-my Power Armor."
Once again, Kasey looks at him without understanding.
Kasey White: "Your... Power Armor?"
Mariano: "Listen mang. I'm facing 6'4'' pounds of strength and brutality, likes working out and show off how big he is, and calls himself Boston Strong. So when I saw this guy and what he does, that's when it hit me, mang - I'M FACING A SUPER MUTANT! What is this, mang!? Fallout 4?"
Kasey White: "I'm getting lost here, Mariano, please slow down. What are you talking about?"
Mariano: "A videogame, mang, Fallout 4. Basically a post-nuclear Boston filled with mutant brutes like this Joshua guy I'll be taking on. Basically Orcs. With guns. In the future. And I'm part of an order named the Brotherhood of Steel (points to the sword-motif in his armor) whose job it is to eliminate every threat to humanity - among which these mutants are counted."
Kasey White: "You DO realize none of this is real, right?"
Mariano: (Rolls his eyes, and takes a deep breath) "... Can't one have FUN around here, mang? (In growing pretended exasperation) What, just because it's a hardcore tournament it can't be ENTERTAINING!? I mean, aye, we're gonna beat the CRAP OUT OF EACH OTHER WITH WEAPONS AND STEEL CHAIRS AND SHIT, but we might as well be CREATIVE ABOUT IT, MANG!"
Ms. White gives a small chuckle as she watches Mariano rant, poking him in the cheek.
Kasey White: "Relax, Manny, I'm just kidding. It's always fun seeing you get mad."
Mariano folds his arms and looks away, pretending to be offended.
Mariano: (grumbling and imitating her voice) "iT's aLwAyS fUn sEeInG yOu gEt MaD. Everybody says that shit, mang." (As Kasey White giggles, he resumes his normal voice) "Anyway, I don't have nothing against the guy. He probably knows more about me than what I've seen about him. He's bigger and stronger than I. He has skills, there's no denying that. But if anyone really KNOWS what I am, chica, is that despite the videogames and the speeches and what you see on Twitter... -"
Kasey White: "And the nudes Cass Baumer leaked of you- I've seen them, they're amazing!"
Mariano: "Right, AND the nu- wait, WHAT!?" (His face goes cherry red and he starts shaking wildly as he's about to blow a gasket) "GOD DAMNIT MANG I SAID A THOUSAND TIMES I DON'T HAVE ANY GOD DAMNED NUDES!!!"
Kasey White: "But Cass says they are TOTALLY REAL!"
Mariano, shaking his fist, raises his head to the ceiling.
Mariano: "CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
Kasey White and the camera crew with her start laughing their lungs out, as Mariano's scream pierces the murmur of the -until then- quiet arena.
Kasey White: "Seriously, Manny, be cool it was a joke!"
Mariano's angry mood gives way to a puppy face.
Mariano: "Kasey! WHY YOU DO THIS?" (Waving off pretensions, he resumes his normal tone). "Anyway, I was saying, mang. Despite the videogames, despite the speeches, despite anything you might see on Twitter, the one true constant about me is that I DON'T give up a fight. It doesn't matter how strong you are. It doesn't matter how brutal you are. It doesn't matter how ruthless, how vicious, how much impact your moves make - above everything else, DA #TROLL GUY is a fighter. A very resilient fighter that above and beyond anything else goes THAT extra mile to end the fight standing - or die trying. Whether it's my high-flying acrobatics, my technical ability, or (brandishing his battleaxe) the sheer might of my axe - ain't no big brute Super Mutant, from Boston or otherwise, that's gonna keep me from heading up to the top of this tournament."
Kasey White: "Brave words despite the entire rant, Manny."
Mariano: "I'm a son of Skyrim, chica, and I back them up with skill and steel. And I have people to meet like Katie Moicelle, Ash Scion, Julliet Brooks, and Cass Baumer - and as much as I'm pleased to make Joshua Sabin's acquaintance, unfortunately, mang, 'tis your time to go. So Joshua, chico, get ready, because DA #TROLL GUY is ready for war..."
He swings his axe in a huge slash, strong enough to cut the very air where the mighty blade goes.
Mariano: "... And that means this fight is going to be MUCH more than Boston Strong."
Kasey White: "Okay, I think that's a wrap. Thank you very much for the time, Mariano."
Mariano: "Thank you, chica. And as they say in the Brotherhood of Steel..."
He stands up straight, and pounds his right fist to his heart.
Mariano: "AD VICTORIAM."
That final gesture done, Mariano resumes his battle march to the locker room.
Kasey White: "Ladies and gentlemen, that was DA #TROLL GUY. (Muttering) "... Hope he takes off that thing before going to the ring."
Hardcore Rules
Trixie vs Zuri Chastain
Trixie has the masked wrestler in a headlock that Zuri is desperately trying to break out of, driving her elbow into Trixie's abdomen to do the trick as it causes Trixie to release her. Zuri bounces against the ropes, charging Trixie and swinging her arm to clothesline her but to no avail as Trixie ducks just in time and immediately slides out of the ring to rummage around underneath the ring while Zuri has slid out of the ring on the other side to look underneath the ring for something herself. Trixie is still looking for a weapon while Zuri creeps behind Trixie and brings the kendo stick down hard over Trixie's back. Trixie screams out in pain and stumbles forward while Zuri follows right behind, attacking her again with the kendo stick. Trixie falls on her knees and begins to crawl away, trying to get away from Zuri as she raises her weapon again and stalks Trixie. Trixie spots the can of pepper spray near the steel steps and crawls even faster to it in hopes of avoiding another hard blow to the back. Her fingers curl around the can in the nick of time just as Zuri raises that kendo stick high into the air while Trixie rolls over onto her butt, sees Zuri ready to attack and quickly lifts the can up to pepper spray Zuri in the face. With a loud scream, Zuri drops the kendo stick and begins to stumble backwards while clawing at her face from being temporarily blinded as the audience looks on to see what Trixie does next. Trixie pushes Zuri into the apron so she can roll her into the ring and slides in right after her as Zuri stands to her feet and blindly begins swinging like crazy while Trixie jumps back to avoid getting hit. She ducks and rolls to the side, jumping to her feet and Spicy Superkicks the back of Zuri that catches the masked wrestler off guard as she flies into the turnbuckle and her head slams against the turnbuckle post. Dazed, Zuri falls back onto the mat and Trixie wastes no time hurriedly falling on her and successfully getting the three count.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
As the scene opens up we see Court Kivistö, leaning back against the outside wall of the building. She had a large grin on her face and it was pretty clear she was looking forward to what the night was going to bring.
Court Kivistö: I'm completely pumped and ready to go for tonight. The world is a brighter place when you're winning things. My last two matches in PGW have been wins, I got through the first round of this invitational thingy and now it's time to make it to round three. Lord Raab is the person standing in my way tonight. So here's the thing… I was going to do some research on him but I got sidetracked and figure it's a damn hardcore match. When there's no rules in place you have to prepare for pretty much anything to happen, right?
She let out a soft chuckle.
Court Kivistö: Let's face it, avoid weapons, avoid tricks and keep your eyes open. Any idiot can do that! Not to say I'm an idiot… I'm not. Thing is, what I am doing here is pushing my limits. While the whole no rules thing is my sisters playground, it's not mine but I'm having a good time doing something new. I honestly don't give a damn if you're the Queen of England, I'd still hit you upside the head with a chair for shits and giggles. Not to offend any English people.. I was going with the obvious theme considering the person I'm facing is a lord… Or is his name actually Lord? Jesus Christ, I honestly don't know… Blair's going to kick my ass for not checking things out before going into this match.
Thinking over that for a moment the youngest Kivistö laughed again.
Court Kivistö: You know… Still more worried about her kicking my ass than having any issues with Lord Raab. At the end of the night, I'm pretty sure, like… Ninety nine point nine nine percent sure that I'll be the one walking into round three with this and I promise.. I'll research my next opponent more when that happens. Okay? Okay.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
Much like last time, the camera powers on to reveal the Ramblin' Wreck of Professional Wrestlin' Katie Moicelle standing in front of a green screen. Dressed in the same gear and standing in the same position as last time, deja vu is in store, to say the least. However... something seems less hurried about Katie than when we last saw her. More of a face of worry this time as opposed to a face of hurriedness. Moicelle takes a breath and claps her hands together before starting.
"Safe to say, I didn't expect that first round to go like it did. I expected that to go... well, let's just say that I kinda expected to be like the frog you see in those animated sitcoms that the students do experiments on... and that's... that ain't good. At all, like, I'd be dead in a tray at that point while Tricia used her scalpel on me. My wife thinks she wants to see that, but trust me, she's just talking about me in a frog costume while she's a nurse, and she doesn't really want me dead. Really, she doesn't, though after my actions on Twitter recently... I imagine a lot of you would, Jack Santore included. Now, Jack Santore, you won your first match fairly handily, which, truth be told, that actually kinda worries me because it... it--at--it makes me... makes me think you're gonna dispose of me just as quickly. See, unless I'm feeling cocky, which I'm certainly not here, TRUST ME... I usually prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Just like I did against Tricia. I won that, THANK GOD, but that was then, and this is now. I'm scared of what you're going to do to me. We're still under hardcore rules here, and even if we completely ignore that, I'm still scared because you could completely outclass me and have a win easier than your first round win."
The Cumberland Jet takes another breath, still in shock over being in round 2.
"Now, that aside for a moment, I have so many dream matches I still want to do in the invitational."
The image of the FAW Hardcore Invitational after one round appears on the green screen, temporarily blinding Katie due to the projector beaming right into her eyes. Katie covers her eyes and walks off screen, stage left.
"OW! Ooow... as you can... dammit... as you can HOPEFULLY see better than I can, practically anyone in this second round is a dream match for me."
The camera cuts away as just the bracket cuts into view, and Katie's voice cuts in, obviously pre-recorded.
"Specifically Mariano Fernandez pops into my mind, just because of all the wacky shit I want to do to him, and vice versa. Ace Watson especially, because he and I have history in Visionaries of Wrestling, plus I'd love to finally beat his ass... I'm 0-3 against him, and that's not sat well with me ever since it became 0-3. Tanner Halsey, because he beat GAVIN FUCKING GRIMES(!!!) and I, along with everyone else wants to be the destroyer of the destroyer of worlds. Jacob Daniels for a Daniels versus Daniels match, since my legal surname is Daniels... Julliet Brooks since she's something of a big name, and Phoenix Quagliaterre is an even bigger name, which is automatic coinage should it happen..."
Katie appears back on the camera, snapping herself back to reality.
"...but to even have a chance to do any of that in any capacity, I have to weather the category 5 hurricane named Jack Santore, and if that first round is anything to go by, I expect to be like a small cottage to his hurricane: small, weak, extremely fragile, and prone to collapsing."
Moicelle once again claps her hand together, and purses her lips while taking a deep breath.
"All I ask is that you don't discredit anything that I've already done before getting here... I know you probably hear this kind of spiel all the time, but I've beaten world champions, I won one title... just one, though... I have a lot of people behind me, and sometimes, even after all the preparation in the world, and after all the training offered... people's love can be that extra edge, or something. Or maybe just that extra chair crack to the head, who knows, Jack Santore? We will come matchtime. See ya out there!"
!!!SEGMENT!!!
Kelly Humphries: Time for a short break from all of this insane hardcore action, as I believe Kasey White is backstage with Matt Shields.
Aaron Bass: Again? Didn't we get enough of this guy running his mouth on the last show? He's universally hated, right?
Kelly Humphries: I would say that he is not a favorite of the fans.
We cut to the back where Matt Shields is standing beside Kasey White. He has his kendo stick over his shoulder, his custom mask raised up on the top of his head and a smirk plastered across his face.
Kasey White: Matt Shields, last show you picked up a big win to move in to the second round.
Shields: Beating John Reed doesn't count as a big win. All I did was make an inevitability happen.
Kasey White: Speaking of John Reed, there are some people saying that the lack of respect you had for him, was racially motivated. What do you say to those people?
Shields: Nothing. I don't speak to morons. The reason I don't respect John Reed, is the same reason I don't respect my opponent tonight. They have not earned it.
Kasey White: Speaking of your opponent tonight, it is now Hutch Lanahan as opposed to Jack Santore, after the bracket shake up. Would you have preferred to face Santore?
Shields: It doesn't matter to me at all. It could have stayed the same, it could have been someone else as a result of the shake up. End of the day, the person across the ring from me, is inconsequential. There might be a few people in this tournament that I respect, there's definitely some I would like to smack around for a bit, but when push comes to shove, it's some person facing off against the best wrestler on the planet.
Kasey White: That's a pretty bold claim, and your match last week didn't really go that far to prove that statement. There were a lot of matches much more impressive than yours and people who went out and did a lot more. Top of my head, Jan Van Der Roost, Zoe Chaos, Jared Bishop, Juliet Brooks, Alicia Lukas, they all had better performances than you did.
Shields: Three of those five people lost, so they did not have better performances than I did. Unlike my opponent, I'm not here to just have a great match or put on a good performance. I'm not thrilled that I got the opportunity. I don't care what those fans think. I don't care how some asshole sitting on his ass, rates my match. I don't care if the other people in the tournament are talking about my match the next day. I care about winning. That is the one and only reason I am here. The record books don't record grades for your matches, they record wins and losses. Tonight, I am going to go out there and prove that I am the best damn wrestler in the God damned world, and I am going to do that, by WINNING!
Shields gets in Kasey's face a bit with that last word, then walks off, lowering his mask as he heads towards the ring.
Hardcore Rules
Katie Moicelle vs Jack Santore
Katie and Jack spent the greater half of the match trying to best the other, Jack flinging Katie across the ring a few times anytime he caught her off guard before working her down with a few technical moves before trying to work into a submission, latching in a successful figure four until Katie breaks it. Katie then moves swiftly to try to gain the upper hand, trying to work Jack into a corner and tire him out before quickly diving out of the way when Jack lunges at her.
The two end up tangled up again before Jack overpowers her, picking her up to slam her when Katie begins wiggling her body violently in order to break free and counter into DDTing him into the mat. Jack rolls over to his side as Katie delivers repeated kicks in a way to try to keep him down and at bay once his eyes locked onto that barbed wire wrapped baseball bat that seemed to be calling his name. Katie keeps kicking but Jack keeps on moving along, crawling closer and closer to that bat before being within reach and extends his hand out to try and grab it.
Panicking, Katie quickly stomps on Jack's hand which causes him to howl out in pain and angrily glare at her. He grabs her by the ankle and yanks her towards him so that she can lose her footing and go crashing to the ground. She spots a steel chair nearby and quickly makes a grab for it just as Jack is getting to his feet. Katie rolls away to get far away enough from him to make it back onto her feet and prepare for his next attack. Jack finally grabs his weapon and inches towards Katie as she backs away from him.
Katie's back hits the ropes and she feels as if she has no where to run which causes Jack to grin from the look of panic written across Katie's face. Wasting no time at all once he's gotten closer, he swings that bat and Katie dives off to the side, dropping the chair before picking it back up and quickly swinging it towards Jack to catch him on the side of his left arm. It causes Jack to drop his weapon as Katie hurriedly swings the chair again to catch him in the back, causing him to fall down onto his knees before falling face first down on the mat when Katie hits him once more. He's out of it but he isn't unconscious, showing that in a moment or so he will slowly begin to regain strength. Katie quickly rolls him onto his back and falls on top of him to make the cover as the ref makes the count.
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!!!SEGMENT!!!
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The scene cuts backstage to Jay Gallagher standing with Sophie Grimes, someone he is clearly familiar with due to being friends with Gavin Grimes.
Sophie Grimes: Jay! Can I ask a few questions about your match?
Jay Gallagher: For you, Soph? Of course!
Sophie nods and clears her throat.
Sophie Grimes: Tonight, you fight against Kuk Killswitch… Ew… That’s a gross name.
Sophie makes a grossed out face before continuing.
Sophie Grimes: Oh my God, that was so unprofessional! I’m going to get fired!
Jay places his hand on Sophie’s shoulder and laughs.
Jay Gallagher: I’m sure it’s fine. Besides, the dude does have a weird as fuck name. Do I think he stands a chance against me? Nah, I don’t. Ya see, I’m a star. That’s why the moment Hollywood Pro signed me, they got me in their main event. But right now we’re talking about the FAW Hardcore Invitational. Some people think I’m in it to get revenge against Cass but I ain’t. I’m here to see how I do against top competition.
He nods his head.
Jay Gallagher: Now here I am, repping RISE Pro and Hollywood Pro… And I’m not gonna let those places down. I’m going to win this damn tournament.
Sophie Grimes: That’s great to hear! So… You’re really not in this to punch Cass Baumer? Because her face is kind of punchable.
Jay laughs and shakes his head.
Jay Gallagher: Nah, I’m over that shit. But if I do get matched up with her, then I will knock the bitch out. Just like I’m gonna knock out that Kuk boy later tonight.
Sophie Grimes: Well… Alright then! Thanks for the interview!
Jay Gallagher: No problem! See ya later, Soph.
Jay gives Sophie a quick hug which causes her to blush and he walks away. The scene fades out.
Hardcore Rules
Court Kivisto vs Lord Raab
Court started the match off strong with her obvious speed advantage over the larger Lord Rabb. Despite getting more than a few good shots in, Rabb eventually took total control over the match after a rather vicious German Suplex, dropping Court onto the back of her head and neck, the youngest Kivisto rolling out of the ring shortly after.
Rather than give chase, Rabb took to those ropes, stepping over them and dropping to the outside. He tossed the ringskirt up to find a steel folding chair. Gripping the legs of the chair, he brought it high into the air, ready to drive it down onto the fallen Court. As he did so, Court was quick to roll out of the way, letting Rabb smash that chair into the ring apron, the vibrations sent up his arms causing him to drop that chair and take a step back.
This gave Court the time she needed to shake out the cobwebs from that suplex. Regaining his bearings, Rabb returned to his pursuit of Court. Once he got within striking distance, Court shot her legs forward, the soles of her boots connecting with the knees of Rabb, causing him to crash forward, his masked face smashing into the edge of those steel steps. Court quickly rolled Rabb over, making the cover. At the count of two, Rabb tossed her up and over off of him, breaking the count with authority.
Completely shocked that he’d be able to kick out with such force even after his skull bounced off of those steps, Court continued her attack, stomping down onto the fallen Rabb. Grabbing up the steel chair he had intended to use against her, Court began to rain down those massive shots with the weapon across the fallen body of Rabb. Once she felt she had done enough damage, she threw the chair to the side before dropping down for the cover. Yet again, Court only got a two count, Rabb not showing nearly as much force in his kick out this time.
Getting back to her feet, trying her hardest not to let frustration set in, she bent down to pick up Rabb only to be shoved back first into that solid wooden ring apron. The yelp of pain that escaped the lips of Court was almost like a refresher for Rabb, The Masked German Monster recovering to his feet rather quickly. He ran forward, throwing his massive frame into her, sandwhiching her into the hardest part of the ring.
Rabb leaned down, pulling Court up by the hair of her head before forcing her to turn around. Those log like arms wrapped around her midsection as he brought her up off of her feet in a hurry, tossing her up and over with a Release German Suplex. Court crashed down hard on those thin protective mats at ringside and Rabb was back in the driver’s seat. He stalked the fallen Court, almost toying with her as he pushed her around ringside with his boot covered foot.
Finally, he brought her up to her feet, wrapping that gloved hand around her throat with a death grip. As he hoisted her up, Court managed to latch into his arm, using the surprise maneuver to fall back, spiking Rabb with an Armbreaker DDT. Rabb rolled around, holding that arm as Court returned to picked up the previously discarded chair. Bringing it back over, she began to, repeatedly, slammed that chair against the already damaged arm over and over again. The chair twisted and bent, Court raised it into the air before driving it down onto that arm one last time.
Tossing the chair to the side, Court looked down to Rabb as he clutched that arm, rolling back and forth. Stomping down onto his head, causing him to release that arm, Court quickly went for it. Grasping onto that arm, she fell to the mats in a Fujiwara Armbar~! Arching her body up, she put everything she had into that hold and it proved to be successful as Rabb tapped out before permanent damage could be done.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
The scene opens to the back of the arena where ‘The Beast’ Jacob Daniels is leaning against one of the concrete retaining walls. He runs his hand through his thick, long locks of hair until the fall just at his shoulders. His black, sleeveless shirt sports a Liberty Pro logo in the middle. He looks down and gives a small scoff.
Jacob Daniels: What this?
He points to the logo on his chest.
Jacob Daniels: I ended up finding a new place to call home. One that isn't into protecting little 19 year olds or trying to sell a guy named the Terma-Jackoff as some monster. Sorry, guess I went a little dark there. But you can't blame me, not really. I was all set to take on the Number One Bitch tonight. I was all set on doing what I do best and that's giving Blair and nice big L. You see her and I go way back… You could say we have a mutual understanding of hate. But now? I have Bryan Sweet’s little girl, Wren. She needed a little help from her bestie last time to win, while me? I tore off Travis Blake’s head and pissed down his neck.
JD gives a small chuckle.
Jacob Daniels: I doubt I'll do that with little Wren. Poor thing is already shaking like a leaf when it comes to this match. But I know she's got a fire in her, I saw it just the other day when he was taking it to anyone who came at her after being announced to Liberty. So, I'll take it as a compliment that she has been very quiet when it comes to this match. Almost like she knows what fate awaits her at the end. So maybe I'll be nice in return? Go out there and lay her out fast and not take my time ripping into her… Maybe.
Daniels chuckles again as he pushes off the wall.
Jacob Daniels: I wasn't planning on being in this whole Hardcore Invitational deal. But when luck opened that door and I got to smash Travis Blake’s head with it… Metaphorically speaking of course. And now? Well now I'm starting to have fun again, starting to enjoy inflicting mass amounts of pain on people. So I guess you could say that Wren Sweet, you find yourself in the very dangerous position of wrong place at the wrong time. Because you're going to be in the ring with The Beast… And zero rules.
His eyes lock onto the lense of the camera, giving a stern glare. A quick moment passes before he winks at the camera walking off with an arrogant smile.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
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After a short commercial break we return to the arena where "Rusty Halo" by The Script fades out and Ace Watson stands in the middle of the ring.
The Hardcore Invitational wrestler raised a microphone to his chin, ready to speak, prompting the fans to quieten their cheers so they can hear him speak.
Ace Watson: Well it's good to be back!
The crowd cheers, interrupting Ace, who smiles at their response.
Ace Watson: Back for another leg of the Hardcore Invitational! Now last time I defeated Joey Ortega to advance to the second round, and tonight I face Katie Anderson. I got a bit busted up last time, so here's hoping I don't bleed as much tonight, as pointless as hoping that is with the types of match these are.
He pauses.
Ace Watson: Now Katie was very quick to point out how she got busted open in her match last time, and how her opponent had promised to break her leading up to the match. And how regardless of it all, she came out on top.
He nods, looking impressed.
Ace Watson: Now this is all very good, but it doesn't give Anderson a lift over me. Because I too was busted open in my first round match, my opponent said he'd destroy me, but still, I came through too.
The fans cheer again, glad they can still see Watson wrestle in the tournament.
Ace Watson: So yes Anderson your accomplishments in the first round are impressive, but they're not better than mine. It's a level playing field in that respect. And to be honest, I don't plan on going out in the second round. Anderson said this is her tournament, but I'm going to prove that this Invitational belongs to Ace Watson.
They cheer once again, giving Ace a moment to gather his thoughts.
Ace Watson: Not just because I want a shot at the FAW Hardcore Championship, or to get Cass back for posting ridiculous "reports" about me, but because over the past few months I've built myself a reputation. But it's not the one I want. See people associate me with the sex tape, the scandal, my dumb jokes. People think I've lost sight of what should matter, that I've become distracted by all the reality show style drama in my life and I no longer care about wrestling.
He pauses again.
Ace Watson: But that's far from the truth. See my whole life has been around wrestling, I'm not going to sit back and let my life be taken over by stupid drama. No, what matters to me is wrestling, that's where a good portion of my focus lies. The rest of it is with my daughter, the girl I'm doing this all for. She's everything to me. I am with her every day I can be, and I don't let a long flight to Australia stop me from spending time with my daughter. Which is why it's so damn frustrating when people keep bringing up the idea of me ruining her life or doing her wrong in any way, like that's even a possibility. It's not. I would never do anything that could hurt my baby girl, never. She is everything, she's what I wrestle for now. I'm going to give her the best life I can. And I'm not going to let you, Katie Anderson, stop me from getting a step closer to being able to do that.
The crowd are well behind Ace, the noise they are making shows it.
Ace Watson: So Anderson I hope you're prepared to face a fired up Ace Watson, an Ace Watson with something to truly fight for besides himself. Because that's what you've got in store for you tonight.
Ace speaks that last piece looking down the camera lens, and once finished he turns and exits the ring, to loud cheers from a hyped up and excited crowd.
Hardcore Rules
Kuk Killswitch vs Jay Gallagher
This match broke down quick as Kuk met Jay on the ramp halfway through his entrance. The two near polar opposite men began trading wild lefts and rights between one another. Kuk took the early lead, shooting his knee up into the stomach of Jay before shoving him into the steel barricade keeping the crowd pinned back.
Running forward, Kuk attempted to throw himself at Jay, but the younger athlete was able to roll out of the way, letting The Hardcore Reject crash into the barricade. Quick to respond, Jay left his feet, catching Killswitch in the side of the head with a quick Enziguri. As he staggered forward, he was met with the soles of both of Jay’s boots, that low dropkick sending Kuk crashing down onto the entrance ramp.
Quick to return to his feet, Jay was on a roll and that momentum was fueling him that much more. As he went to try and pull Kuk up, the veteran wrapped his arms around the waist of Jay, spearing him back into that crowd railing. Not giving Gallagher a chance to breathe, Kuk began drilling his balled right fist into the forehead of Jay until the man couldn’t hold himself up any more. As that happened, Kuk hoisted him up, dropping him face first onto the top of that barricade.
As Jay bounce back, it was revealed that there was a gash opened up on his forehead, blood starting to trickle down his face. Like a shark on the attack, Kuk went right for that wound, digging his fingers into it as he tried to physically rip it open even further. Backing up, Kuk returned to his feet, rubbing those blood covered hand down his face, smearing Jay’s blood across his own flesh.
The crowd was eating up the display put on by Kuk as he grabbed Gallagher by the hair, using it to drag his opponent back down that ramp towards the ring. Once they reached the front of that ring, Kuk dropped down, only to throw up the ring skirt, digging around underneath it. What he pulled out caused the crowd to cheer at the tops of their lungs. Turning around and raising up to his feet, Kuk raised that barbed wire wrapped baseball bat high into the air. Gripping that bat tightly, he stalked the stirring Jay, waiting for the perfect moment.
Slowly, Jay recovered to his feet, sporting that crimson mask. As soon as he turned around Kuk swung for the fences. With a last burst of energy, Jay shoved Kuk forward, the sound of his head bouncing off of the steel ring post echoing. Without a second thought, Jay stormed forward before throwing his leg up, the sole of his boot connecting with the back of Kuk’s head, bouncing it off of that steel once more, this time causing him to collapse to the outside ring mats following that J-Kick!
Looking down at the motionless Kuk, Jay rolled back into the ring, rising up to a stand in front of those ropes. Gripping the top set, he lowered his head for a moment, droplets of blood falling freely from his hair as he left his feet. Leaping to the top rope, Jay springboarded off of that rope before coming all the way down to crash down on top of Kuk with the Galla-Star Press! Hooking both legs, the official dropped down and made the count!
!!!SEGMENT!!!
The scene opens up backstage, Blair Kivistö is sitting with her back leaning against the wall of the hallway. Looking up she notices the camera and let's out a bit of a sigh.
Blair Kivistö: So here we are, round two of the FAW Hardcore Invitational. I bet absolutely no one saw me making it past the fresh faced rookie two weeks ago right? Right!?
Pausing she laughs slightly before her typical cocky smirk starts to shine through.
Blair Kivistö: Honestly, I'm sure no one was really shocked by it considering my history when it comes to these types of matches. I'm at home in them. To be honest, it's bringing me back to life considering the constant spree of singles matches I've been on lately. Rejuvenating I guess you can say… So while Chris Kyle didn't have a fucking chance we move into this week. Julliet Brooks gets a chance to knock me out of this tournament. It's not going to happen but hey… I'm not going to stop her from dreaming.
Blair's gaze focused down on her hands for a moment.
Blair Kivistö: The only thing that's going to play to Julliet’s advantage here is I'm without my typical go to. Some bitch decided it’d be funny to steal my knucks right before a hardcore match so I get to walk in without them. Good thing for Julliet… unless of course I found myself a temp fix to tide me over until I get my prized possession back. I’ve had people feeding me suggestions about things I should bring with me instead. Taser, baseball bat, kendo stick, cheese grater… None of it seems right though.
She balled her hands into fists, taking in a deep breath before focusing back on the camera.
Blair Kivistö: None of it is what I would need to kick her ass. Let’s be honest here, Julliet has slightly better odds then Chris did but still, not looking good at all for her. She comes at me right out of the gate on twitter about how she’s going to mangle me, for the most part. Honey, I sure hope you’ve done some homework since then. You’re stepping in the ring with someone that’s holding two title belts right now. Someone that is defending those titles at every show, someone that is a fucking monster when thrown into this kind of environment. The odds of you walking out of this match are slim to none, the odds of you needing to call a plastic surgeon when this is over is extremely high. I will make use of anything I have to, beat you in ways you’ve never imagined possible, make you beg for me to stop before I let you walk out of that ring the winner.
Before Blair could say anything else a hand came into frame holding a pair of brass knuckles that had been colored black. The camera panned out to show Blair's little sister, Court Kivistö, holding them out to her.
Court Kivistö: I saw what happened. I know they aren't yours and they aren't nearly as special but its always been more your thing to use them. Hell, the only reason I have these is because the woman that trained me gave me them… It seems only right to loan them out to her.
A faint smile came to the older Kivistö’s lips as she stood up from her spot on the floor, taking the brass knuckles in the process.
Blair Kivistö: Thanks Court.
Court Kivistö: No problem sis, you're going to go kick some major ass and now I can say I helped.
Blair laughed some before leaning in and giving her younger sister a hug as the scene faded out.
Hardcore Rules
Wren Sweet vs Jacob Daniels
As soon as the bell rung, Wren stormed at Daniels, throwing rights and lefts at him. Those shots seemingly unaffecting Daniels as he grabbed her, pivoting around to thrust her into that corner. Hooking his arm under hers, he pulled her out of that corner, almost throwing her all the way across the ring with that massive Hip Toss.
That was just the beginning of Wren’s troubles. Daniels continued the attack as he ran at the rising woman, throwing his foot up to drive the sole of his boot into the side of her head, knocking her back down to the canvas. Wasting no time or effort, he pulled her up to her feet, launching her across the ring with an Irish Whip. As she rebounded, he caught her before spinning around and driving her down with a Spinning Sidewalk Slam.
Getting back to his feet, the arrogance of Daniels was on display as he placed that boot down onto the chest of Wren in a cocky pin. She kicked out at the count of two as Daniels didn’t show it bothering him in the slightest. He pointed up before reaching down, grabbing Wren by the throat. Pulling her up to her feet, he brought her high into the air before driving her down across his extended knee with that Chokeslam Backbreaker!
The impact was devastating as Daniels shoved the limp Wren off of his knee. Leaning down to bring her back up, he scooped her up before spinning out into that Reverse STO appropriately dubbed Bombs Away! Rolling over on top of Wren, Daniels made the cover before getting the three count, advancing into the next round in a dominating performance.
Hardcore Rules
Hutch Lanahan vs Matt Shields
The former Redemption Champion Shields took control of the match early on against Hutch. Displaying that expertise, the Master of the Neckbreaker proved to be just that, as he caught Lanahan with an out of nowhere Corkscrew Neckbreaker. He stayed on the neck of Hutch, raining down balled fists onto it, hoping to soften it up even further.
As he pulled Hutch back up, he was met with a few well placed back elbows, sending Shields stumbling back. Before he could regain his composure, Hutch took to the air, catching the man off guard with a Leaping Calf Kick! Both men rolling back to their feet in near unison, Hutch was able to catch Shields again, this time with a quick snap Arm Drag. Keeping hold of the limb, he arched up on it, trying to inflict damage upon the man.
Keeping hold of the arm, he drug Shields back up to his feet. Matt fought back, pivoting out of Hutch’s grip. Shoving him, chest first, into those ropes, Shields was quick to bolt up behind him, Hooking him, he popped his hips, bringing Hutch down to the canvas with that devastating Half Nelson Neckbreaker. Rolling into the pin, Shields made the cover only getting a two count.
Shields rose up to his knees, shouting at the official to tell him that the count was slow. This allowed Hutch plenty of time to recover enough to plan his next move. As Shields was finished with the official, he turned to pull Hutch back up to his feet. Whipping Hutch off into that Irish Whip, he ducked down, looking for a Back Body Drop. Unfortunately, Shields telegraphed it and received a stiff kick to his chest for his efforts.
As Shields shot up to a standing position, Hutch went at him with multiple forearm shots to his face, sending him back against the ropes in a defensive position. A couple more shots as Hutch took a few steps back. Shields had been playing possum, showing this as he bolted off of the ropes. But Hutch was ready for it, sending the toe of his boot into the stomach of his opposition, forcing him over into a doubled over position.
Hutch was quick to move into position, hooking the head of Shields firmly. Bringing his arm up and over his neck, he brought the man up only to send him crashing down with that Fisherman’s Suplex. Bridging his body up, the official dropped for the count, Hutch only receiving a two count. Releasing Shields, Hutch was quick to his feet, Shields not so much.
Taking a few steps back, Hutch measured the rising Shields, patiently awaiting the man’s rise. As he did, Hutch moved in for the attack. Spinning around, he threw his arm out, nearly taking the head of Shields off with that Discus Lariat, rightly dubbed Lanahan’s Lariat! He dropped down into the cover, hooking the both of his legs as the official made the count of three!
!!!SEGMENT!!!
We open up the scene inside an abandoned warehouse where we see numerous pictures of Blair Kivisto with an X across them that were hung up on the wall then as we get further in we stumble upon various weapons laid out neatly on the ground including one that Julliet Brooks had been notorious for carrying around, the bed of nails. She sat on a chair and hovered her feet over in a relaxing state as the bed of nails was underneath, putting her hands behind her head as she looked at the camera.
Julliet Brooks: I made it to Round Two, and I must say I'm pretty proud of myself. Kurtis Gordon did everything he could to try and beat me, but my power was proven to be too much for him, and just like with everyone else I've faced, he failed at getting the job done. Now that he's eliminated my eyes is set on my next opponent and that is Blair Kivisto. An unpredictable pick to say the least, but hey I'm here to take on any challengers. Now I don't know much information about Blair, but it's been proven that she likes to run her mouth alot, and there is rumors going around she also may be pregnant. Pregnant, or not I'll still take it upon myself to beat you to a bloody pulp. People will probably give me heat for beating a pregnant women up, but she knew what she signed up for. This isn't a daycare, this is wrestling, and if you think you can get any more extreme than myself then you got another thing coming to you.
She paused and picked up the bed of nails and stood it in front of her as she ran her fingernails through the sharp objects. After she rubbed the side of her head upon it and her eyes shut.
Julliet Brooks: You got lucky advancing to the first round, but your luck is about to run out when I give you a repeat of what I did to Kurtis Gordon last week, but this time it'll be ten times worse. I'm sure this loss won't affect you too much right? You have much better things back home such as being back in the arms of your boyfriend. A win doesn't matter to you, but for me it does and I'll go to even greater lengths to prove it and as a result it will lead my way up the bracelets, and into the history books, and as for you, you will be left picking up the remains of your dying career. How does it feel to know that? I'm sure it's got to eat you up inside, but hey at least I can go to bed happy knowing I was one of your influences for your departure. I'm more than capable of making a wreckage out of your helpless, fragile body when I drive your head through a bed of nails and smear your blood on me.
She smiled and bent her head a little, licking her red lipstick off her lips.
Julliet Brooks: My sweet, sweet Blair you don't realize the type of situation you're put up against until it's too late, but keep thinking, dreaming that there is a small miracle, or hope that can save you from your own personal burial, but guess what princess? There isn't, so please don't bother. The truth hurt sometimes. I know it must feel terrible to know that you'll be investing time and energy just to crash and burn. I suggest you cherish the time spend with your loved ones beforehand, because after I'm done desolating you I'll leave your body in a heap to the point where your features and body parts will almost seem unrecognizable.
Hardcore Rules
McKenna Kingsley vs Gray Malone
In the early goings of the match, Gray used his power advantage over the smaller McKenna. Taking her off of her feet with a charging shoulder block. Basking in the negative reaction from the crowd, Gray kept on his opponent, guiding her up to a standing position. McKenna fired off with a few right hands, catching the veteran Gray off guard.
A couple steps taken back into those ropes, McKenna launched herself forward as Gray pivoted around, sending her running into the ropes behind him. On the rebound, McKenna dropped down, sliding between the legs of Gray, quick to her feet behind him. She ran back into the ropes behind him only for Gray to meet her, throwing his arm out and across the throat of McKenna, sending the both of them crashing over the top rope and to the outside mats.
Both people making their way up to their feet at the same time, Gray moved in to take the attack back to McKenna as she expertly dropped down, tripping Malone up with a Drop Toe Hold, sending him crashing face first into the edge of those steps. At the last second, Gray managed to get his hands up, softening the blow just enough as he bounced off of those steps, rolling off to the side.
McKenna felt that momentum building as she darted across the ringside mats, quickly dropping down to drill an elbow into the heart of Gray. Getting back to her feet, she dropped right back down into another elbow drop, continuing that a couple more times, her transitions fluid and almost spotless. After the last one, she threw her arms up, yelling out to the crowd as they were firmly behind her.
She walked backwards, watching the damaged Gray stir up to a kneel. McKenna ran forward with a full head of steam, looking to take Malone’s head off with a Shining Wizard. But, before she could leave her feet, Gray shot forward like a bullet, his hooked arm catching hold of her as his shoulder nearly cut her in half with that spear!
Rising up to his knees, Gray looked down to the fallen McKenna before bringing himself and her both up to their respective feet. She didn’t stand for long as Gray pulled her head down, hooking it. Bringing her up into that powerbomb formation, he nearly flipped her off of his shoulders before dropping into a seated position, spiking her head into those extremely thin mats with ‘You Lose!’
Shoving her off of him, Gray moved in for the cover, pulling up both of her legs to hook them as the name of his finishing maneuver proved true, the official diving down to make the count.
Hardcore Rules
Julliet Brooks vs Blair Kivisto
The two veterans kicked things off by circling one another in the middle of the ring, neither one of them quite ready to make the first move. They met in the middle of the ring, locking horns, so to say. Neither one able to get the upper ground, they released one another, breaking their lock up. It was just a moment of letting her guard down that put Julliet on the receiving end of a pretty nasty knee to the stomach. As she doubled over, Blair hooked her head, falling back into a big DDT.
Before Brooks had the chance to recover, Blair was already throwing herself into the ropes and bolting across the canvas. Dropping down, she slid across the canvas, the soles of both boots connecting with Julliet’s side, sending her crashing to the outside of the ring following that Basement Dropkick. Blair rolling back to her feet, she shot a smirk to the cheering crowd before taking a few steps back, measuring the downed Julliet.
Bouncing off of those ropes as soon as Julliet rose, Blair stormed across that stretched out canvas. Once she was close enough, Blair dove through the top and middle sets of ropes, launching herself towards Julliet in a Suicide Dive. Brooks had enough about her to throw herself out of the way, letting Blair crash and burn on the outside ring mats. This allowed Julliet time to get back to her feet and try to formulate a new strategy.
She approached the fallen Kivisto, leaning down to pull her up to a stand. Backing her to that crowd barricade, Julliet began lighting up the chest of Blair with vicious knife edge chops. She took a few steps back, aiming to clothesline Blair over the crowd barricade only for Blair to roll out of the way, Julliet getting hung up on that barricade. Blair was quick to take advantage as she hooked the arms of Brooks, going for the quick kill. Twisting around, maneuvering Brooks so that the back of her head was against the back of Blair as she dropped, planting the face of Julliet into the outside mats with the B.L.A.I.R. Express!
She rolled Brooks over, draping her body over the motionless one of her opponent. Bringing her arm under both legs, she brought them up into a cradle, tightening that pin even further. The official dropped, his hand slapping down against those mats for the three count!
!!!SEGMENT!!!
The cameras loom onto the ginger hair of someone that sits in a dim, empty room with her hands resting on her knees and her head slightly lowered, her face concealed from the camera. She sits there silently for a moment, frozen in place but with this calmness to her as the camera slowly zooms in closer and closer on her.
??: They called me a one trick pony... acting as if I couldn't venture out of the hardcore category, acting as if i were nothing but someone who had all her talent and skill in ultra violence. One would be offended by that... but then again, it just means that no one is clearly on my level as far as really getting down and dirty in the ring. Need i remind you people that when I was F'n Awesome Hardcore Champion, no one challenged me for my title? Did you see me defending? No. Because no competitors could be scrounged up for my title defenses seeing as the company lacked wrestlers who competed in hardcore. So Cass, a brief reminder here that I did it FIRST with holding an open challenge for my title. Oh how so many follow into my footsteps but never giving me the recognition that i truly deserve...
The woman slowly lifts her head to show that she is in fact Phoenix Quagliaterre and not Ash Scion that everyone had initially suspected to be. Continuing to talk in Scion's voice, Phoenix focuses on the camera with lackluster eyes.
Ash Pheon: Like i stated in round one of this tournament two weeks ago, I have unfinished business here. Because I am so sick and tired of you all saying that i can not step outside of the realm of deathmatches. Stating over and over again like a broken record that the only thing i can do is ultraviolence when i have proven many wrong that I can come on their level and beat them down. Because it doesn't matter who I have had to correct, they all seem to fall the same. And it does not matter who all I put into their place, they seem to still spit out that overused line... over... and OVER again. But it ends tonight. I will show you all... tonight.
Phoenix slowly lifts a hand to calmly brush the hair away from her face.
Ash Pheon: You all seem to forget that this very tournament? Bolsters the argument of what I am good at. This very tournament is built around on my strengths and what i love to do inside the ring. All of you? Are my fans. Because you like to speak about me... whether it is to honor me with your compliments or speak harshly about me because you secretly fear me. My opponent tonight? Is my biggest fan.
Phoenix gives a calm eye roll.
Ash Pheon: She talks about me but does not dare pay ho
Hardcore Rules
Katie Anderson vs Ace Watson
The match began with Katie using her agility to avoid the technical prowess of Ace. Ducking underneath a clothesline, Katie rebounded off of those ropes, catching an unsuspecting Ace with a Spinning Head Scissors, sending him flipping up and over onto his back with a thud. She was quick back to her feet, gaining her footing upon that canvas before flipping through into a Standing Moonsault. A quick cover with the hook of a single leg led to Ace quickly kicking out, the official barely reaching a one count.
Katie rolled backwards, popping back up to a standing position at the same time Ace did. Bolting across that canvas, Katie wanted to keep the attack on Ace, backing him into the corner with balled right fists. Ducking down, she gripped the middle set of ropes before throwing herself forward, her shoulder driving itself into the stomach of Ace. Repeating this another two times, Katie took a few steps back before running forward towards the stunned Ace. Leaping up, she crashed down onto Ace with a Running Corner Splash.
Bouncing off of her opponent, she looked to Ace as he managed to hold onto that top set of ropes, preventing himself from falling. Nodding her head, she ran all the way across that ring into the diagonally opposite corner. Storming out of it, she left her feet once more, aiming for that corner dropkick only for Ace to throw himself out of that corner, letting Katie crash and burn into those turnbuckles in the worst way.
As Katie rolled over onto her stomach, Ace smacked himself in the side of the head, trying to knock the cobwebs loose as he approached the fallen Anderson. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around the waist of her downed body. With an amazing feat of strength, Ace drug her up off of that canvas before bringing her higher and higher until he fell back into that Deadlift German Suplex, spiking her down onto the back of her head and neck. The limpness of Anderson showed that Ace could have won there, but to be safe, he rolled back to his feet, pulling Anderson with him.
Turning her around, he pulled her head back to hook it between his ribs and his arm, holding her with her face upwards. Twisting to the left, Ace snapped through over to the right, utterly spiking her with that Anglian Driver! After rolling her over onto her back, Ace floated over into the cover, hooking both legs. It was academic as the official dropped to make the count.
!!!SEGMENT!!!
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Well tonight is the night.
The cameras zoom in on Phoenix propping her leg up on the chair so she can fix her tan thigh high boot that has begin to fold over at the top.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Judgement day as i like to call it... where you will all witness me ending Trash Scion's career. But then again... she's like a cockroach who alwaaaaaays seems to find her way back. But not tonight. I will make sure that after i have put those asses in seats out there, that her body will be put in a grave... and we are finally rid of her whomp whomp whomp'ing of a voice that seems to go on and on endlessly as she lists her accomplishments but never even an explanation of why that cornflake likes to duck and dodge alot of her comebacks.
Phoenix puts her foot down and brushes down her one piece revealing outfit while staring at the camera.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: She hyped her round one match but when she's in the main event, she can't bother but to throw a few jabs and subtweets at me? Is it... because she took my and everyone else's tweets to heart? Finally listening when someone says that she is trash? That she is not top tier in the wrestling industry and that the world would be much better off without her? Even her one fan that harped all on twitter in her defense suddenly backpedals and tries to join the Phe train and badmouth Scion... but i don't need your co sign nor are you allowed to be on my train because you simply can not sit with us.
Phoenix cockily flips her hair.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: All the ones that people said were dragging Scion so they could be apart of the cool kids table are ALREADY the cool kids... keep up. My friends banded together to try to correct her because she threw some shade that was horrible. Feigning oblivious to who i was when my sexy ass was the first face seen when round one of the show aired.
She huffs in remembrance of Scion's words, shaking her head slowly at the ignorance.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Can someone explain to me how Ash Scion, the founder of All Girl Fight Club who slogan'ed the 'Fight Like A Girl' motto and has modeled herself with this big following of being the voice of women empowerment... turns around and proceeds to discredit and talk down on every.. single.. professional female wrestler with saying that we all coin the term "Queen" and "Goddess" nowadays while putting herself over that she is nothing like us? Can someone explain to me how the person who boasts about herself on how she's this big ultraviolent wrestler... didn't make it to alot of hyped matches because she's flaked out on so many? How are you daring to talk yourself up in such a fashion like you are feared by us when you flake comebacks, suga? How dare you to believe that you're someone so special when you're nothing but a glorified hype machine. You hype yourself up just to disappear quicker than a father going to the corner store for some milk who never is to be seen again. HOW ARE YOU SO SPECIAL WHEN YOU'RE NOTHING BUT THE DEADBEAT DAD OF WRESTLING!!
With an irritated and dramatic sigh, Phoenix makes her way to the other side of the locker room to grab her tan robe as she begins to pull it on.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Well, dad.. you can't run from me and i promise you that you will not get far. And in case you decided to get cold feet and realize the severity of this situation and think that you are going to BACK OUT on me and leave this arena and forfeit? Think again. Because I have eyes.... all around here. And they have been ordered to drag you down to the ring by your ankles to make sure that you make it to our match if you do decide to flake out last minute. So... i wouldn't bother running. But if there is a God that you believe in? I suggest that you start praying... You might can't save yourself but you can at least save your soul...
Hardcore Rules
Mario Fernandez vs Joshua Sabin
After a well balanced and extremely hard fought match, the two men put on a true show for the crowd in attendance and had them on their feet. Manny showed his flair inside the ring and was able to narrowly pick up the victory with a three count.
Hardcore Rules
Ash Scion vs Phoenix Q
The ultra violent wrestler is making her way down the ring with a blank expression as the crowd booes Ash Scion. There's a guy in the front row behind the left barricade close to the ramp that stares all googly eyed at the woman, wearing a perverted grin on his face as he along with the rest of the audience watches Scion slide into the ring and brush down her legs. She glances around at the booing crowd and gives a mild shake of her head, not understanding why she would receive this sort of response when her brash and bluntly aggressive opponent seemed to deserve it in her eyes. Needing to focus on the matter at hand which was advance to round three by emerging victorious tonight, Scion leans against the left turnbuckle and awaits the arrival of her opponent.
The lights cut out almost immediately as the gray fog of smoke begins to form on the stage. The fire that shoots up on the sides of the ramp illuminates the lower half of Phoenix Quagliaterre's face while she stops at the top of the ramp, the hood from her robe covering the top half. The cheers and the screams grow louder as Scion becomes more anxious to face off against the woman who had mocked her and trash talked her all over social media. Scion's eyes narrow down into slants as Phoenix slowly makes her way down the ramp and appears to wear a blank expression as one of the cameras zoom in on her. Some actually thought Scion wouldn't show, that she'd pull out of the match but she was ready to prove all the naysayers wrong tonight when she finally shuts Phoenix's mouth once and for all. Phoenix slowly makes her way up the steel steps, purposely stomping up each step in a way to intimidate Scion who rolls her eyes and is not amused by this one bit as Phoenix enters the ring. Phoenix begins to remove her robe, keeping an eye on Scion as she walks over to drop her robe over the ropes to the outside of the ring. The 5'8 foot Firebird then makes her way to the center of the ring as Scion inches closer to stand in front of her. The two stare each other down before the arrogance begins to show on Phoenix's face as she cockily grins, slowly extending her arms out as the audience comes to life with screams, playing up Phoenix's showboating. Having been sick of her ever since the first day Phoenix disrespected her on twitter, Scion said eff a bell and immediately swings on Phoenix who quickly ducks her. Wagging her finger at her with an 'ahh ahh ahh', Phoenix encourages Scion to try again as the bell finally rings.
Scion swings on Phoenix again who ducks and backslaps Scion once she turns around to face her. Rendered speechless, an outraged Scion lunges at Phoenix who side steps out of the way and smirks as Scion goes crashing to the mat. Phoenix is heard on camera saying, 'poor that', before pointing and laughing at Scion, taunting her to get up and fight 'like a girl'. Over the whole charade already, Scion is on her feet and charges at Phoenix as the two become tangled up in one another and start throwing hands, fighting like two people in the street as they have a long, drag out scuffle all around the ring until Phoenix shoves Scion back and greets her with a roundhouse kick to the face that has her stumbling into the ropes. Phoenix charges Scion who flips over the ropes but not without taking the Firebird with her as the two go tumbling to the ground before rising to their knees and getting to their feet with the fight being taken outside. Scion quickly pokes Phoenix in the eye, temporarily blinding her before she pushes her into the barricade on the right side of the commentators table where Eli & Genevie Carlson as well as Tara Davidson are sitting in the front row near some starstruck fans of the 4CW stars. Phoenix is leaning against the barricade as she rubs at her eyes while Scion grabs her by the hair and starts to pull her away when Genevie begins yelling at Scion with a barrage of insults that have people laughing at Scion. Scion lets go of Phoenix's hair to trade remarks with Genevie when Tara suddenly throws her tea in Scion's face! Stumbling back as she wipes her face, she does see the now clear visioned Phoenix rising to her feet as she stalks the temporarily blinded Scion while Eli begins yelling at Phoenix to stop slacking and get to work.
Done with play time and ready to get serious, Phoenix spears Scion into the ring and watches as Scion yells out in pain and holds her back which seems to make Phoenix's emerald eyes light up with excitement before she moves with a quickness to grab Scion by the throat and lift her into the air while taking a few steps forward to slam her onto the commentator's table to further damage that back. Scion yells out in pain before rolling off the table and falling like a sack of Idaho potatoes onto the ground as Phoenix happily assists her opponent by helping her to her feet only to roll her into the ring before grabbing a microphone and sliding in behind her. Scion is writhing around on the mat in pain while Phoenix stalks her, her eyes lighting up in excitement to see Scion's suffering. Standing in front of her, Phoenix looks down at Scion while lifting her mic up to her pouty lips.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Now.... let me tell you that I am a considerate Goddess. And as YOUR future F'n Awesome Hardcore Champion, I shall be a generous Goddess tonight and give you a choice for you to pick on how you want to rid yourself from the world. Now... if you leave it up to me, i will make sure you suffer. But i am actually allowing yourself to give you an easy way out... to be spared of my wrath.
Scion is sitting up now as she holds her back and stares up at Phoenix, trying the decipher the meaning behind her words while Phoenix reaches inside her right thigh high boot to pull out something, flicking it open to reveal a switchblade. Lightly dragging the tip of the blade over her own wrists to demonstrate to Scion exactly what she's talking about, Scion becomes pissed and begins to shout at Phoenix for daring to tell her to do such a thing especially on live television. Phoenix politely offers the blade to Scion who angrily slaps it out of Phoenix's hand to give her choice. Shaking her head, Phoenix bends down to retrieve her blade, closing it up to put it away before she begins beats Scion up the side of her head in anger with the mic while Xavier and Gabriel Laroux begin to make their way out to the stage, carrying a casket and are well received by the cheering audience. They are half way across the stage when suddenly... they are attacked by two unknown men who send the brothers tumbling to the right side of the stage and the casket falling off the stage and landing down below on the ground. Cause and Effect snap out of the initial shock from the sudden attack before standing to their feet, swinging on the two unknown men as the four men trade blows and begin to take the fight to the back and away from the prying cameras.
The cameras cut back to Phoenix, who is staring up at the stage with a mixture of confusion and irritation at the brothers being attacked while holding that steel pipe that she's pulled from underneath the ring. Rolling her eyes, she slides into the ring only for the downed Scion to hurriedly kick the side of Phoenix's right leg as soon as she enters the ring. Phoenix stumbles only slightly as she glares at Scion and immediately releases her wrath on her. The audience watches as Phoenix swings that steel pipe menacingly and seems to not be bothered with focusing on any particular limb of Scion's as she just swings like a madwoman possessed, Scion's screams growing heavier each and every time that pipe lands a sickening hit onto Scion's body from the assault that lasts minutes as she tries to crawl away when suddenly... Scion is motionless. Phoenix drops the red stained pipe and gestures for the ref, who had been outside of the ring and wanting no parts of this madness, to get in and make the count. Phoenix places a foot on top of Scion as the audience loudly chants the three count while the ref pounds the mat with his hand. Finally... the match is over but the audience knew that IT was far from over as Phoenix rolls out of the ring and heads back over to her best friends, where they pass a can of Morton's salt and a pack of matches to Phoenix over the barricade to take back to the ring with her. Standing over Scion's body, Phoenix breaks the seal on the salt and begins pouring it all over Scion's body before opening the pack of matches to strike a match only to find... there are no matches inside. Phoenix is heard shouting, 'Goddammit Eli!' before dropping the can of salt and pack of matches on the mat, wondering what her next move would be since the casket was officially out of the question from the brothers' attack earlier. She pauses as her eyes light up, seeming to get an idea when suddenly she begins rolling Scion's body over to the ropes as Phoenix slides out of the ring and grabs Scion's body to fling over her shoulder so she can carry her. The audience watches with growing curiosity as Phoenix makes her way up the ramp and towards the stage, disappearing backstage without a second glance behind her.