Post by Ana Valentine on Aug 23, 2017 12:48:19 GMT
FAW Hardcore Invitational Semi Finals:
Monday August 21st
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The sound of a foot tapping echos through the back hallways of the arena as the camera picks up Tanner Halsey leaning against the wall, lightly tapping his boot against the ground.
Tanner Halsey: Took you all long enough to get here. Wanted a little bit of a shit talking session before my victory and here I am waiting and tapping my foot for the fun of it. Shame on you for making a man of my level wait, this tapping foot should be saved to tap on the skulls of Trixie and Katie. You'd think after I bounced Gavin Grimes and Jan Van Der Boring from this tournament that I'd get a little more respect from all of you. I even went above and fuckin beyond to speed up this thing by knocking out some other talentless hacks and still I'm made to wait.
He shakes his head with a laugh.
Tanner Halsey: I doubt you'd make Katie wait and who has she beaten in this fucking thing? I bet she doesn't even know or she would have name dropped like I did cause my wins carry weight! Instead she tries to tell me that everyone has eliminated the same number of people so no one is ahead of the other. But in the same breath the bitch called me a Goliath in this thing. Half the fucking time I don't think she's even listening to what she says. But I used to be a good boy, My mom plopped me in Sunday school. I know that David beat Goliath cause he had god and faith and all that shit on his side. I really don't think God is backing two lesbos that live in the basement of a sex toy shop, Katie… Sorry not sorry.
He lets out a short chuckle.
Tanner Halsey: This is where I'd rip Trixie a new one but that's foreplay for her. You know she's been unusually quiet leading up to this match and I'm guessing she might have taken some extra shifts at the whole dick sucking factory. I actually made a bet with Rylee to see if I throw Trixie hard and fast enough would we hear her pussy whistle like one of them Nerf footballs. The loser goes down on the winner so this might be the first time ever Trixie stopped a potential blow job.
Tanner gives a sly smirk to the camera as a small laugh exits him.
Tanner Halsey: I guess it's come to this then… I gotta go out there and make Katie and Trixie my bitches and move on in this thing. Raise my credibility a bit in this thing. Next time you see me? My hand will be raised in victory after I leave Katie and Trixie beaten and heartbrokenly scissoring each other.
Tanner lets out a chuckle as he walks off camera.
The sound of a foot tapping echos through the back hallways of the arena as the camera picks up Tanner Halsey leaning against the wall, lightly tapping his boot against the ground.
Tanner Halsey: Took you all long enough to get here. Wanted a little bit of a shit talking session before my victory and here I am waiting and tapping my foot for the fun of it. Shame on you for making a man of my level wait, this tapping foot should be saved to tap on the skulls of Trixie and Katie. You'd think after I bounced Gavin Grimes and Jan Van Der Boring from this tournament that I'd get a little more respect from all of you. I even went above and fuckin beyond to speed up this thing by knocking out some other talentless hacks and still I'm made to wait.
He shakes his head with a laugh.
Tanner Halsey: I doubt you'd make Katie wait and who has she beaten in this fucking thing? I bet she doesn't even know or she would have name dropped like I did cause my wins carry weight! Instead she tries to tell me that everyone has eliminated the same number of people so no one is ahead of the other. But in the same breath the bitch called me a Goliath in this thing. Half the fucking time I don't think she's even listening to what she says. But I used to be a good boy, My mom plopped me in Sunday school. I know that David beat Goliath cause he had god and faith and all that shit on his side. I really don't think God is backing two lesbos that live in the basement of a sex toy shop, Katie… Sorry not sorry.
He lets out a short chuckle.
Tanner Halsey: This is where I'd rip Trixie a new one but that's foreplay for her. You know she's been unusually quiet leading up to this match and I'm guessing she might have taken some extra shifts at the whole dick sucking factory. I actually made a bet with Rylee to see if I throw Trixie hard and fast enough would we hear her pussy whistle like one of them Nerf footballs. The loser goes down on the winner so this might be the first time ever Trixie stopped a potential blow job.
Tanner gives a sly smirk to the camera as a small laugh exits him.
Tanner Halsey: I guess it's come to this then… I gotta go out there and make Katie and Trixie my bitches and move on in this thing. Raise my credibility a bit in this thing. Next time you see me? My hand will be raised in victory after I leave Katie and Trixie beaten and heartbrokenly scissoring each other.
Tanner lets out a chuckle as he walks off camera.
SEGMENT
"I hate triple threat matches..."
The sound of the ever-nervous Katie Moicelle's voice fills a room, which is already physically filled with a green screen. Dressed in the white and gold of Georgia Tech, Katie walks in front of the camera and squeezes her eyes shut before turning on her projector, which displays an edited Hardcore Invitational bracket. The appropriate names are filled in wherever they needed, but there's one bracket circled... Katie opens her eyes and takes a quick breath before speaking.
"In these quarter finals of the FAW Hardcore Invitational, you have the destroyer of worlds, Grimes and Roost, Tanner Halsey. The Bad Kitty, Trixie. The big one, Phoenix Quagliaterre. Da #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez. The DARC Horse (if you will), Gray Malone. The final Zero Gravity Champion in Visionaries of Wrestling history, Ace Watson. The Number One Bitch, Blair Kivisto. Jacob Daniels. Another destroyer of worlds, Count Kivisto. Jay Gallagher. The Killer of Matthew Shields, Hutch Lanahan. And in the midst of all of those big names I just listed... all of the people who have all the reason in the world to be where they are... all the people who are some of the best and most notable professional wrestling has to offer... there's me, the minnow in the ocean. Even with training from Josh Kennedy, and even with making it to the quarter finals, I actually feel worse about my chances of winning this invitational than ever, because I was unlucky enough to be the one wrestling Tanner Halsey AND Trixie."
Katie points at the circled bracket:
Tanner Halsey
Trixie
Katie Moicelle
"Now, before I go any further, I realize what else happened between round two and now, and I don't believe that makes this whole tourney null and void, since I didn't enter to face Cass Baumer specifically. I entered to face everyone and maybe win a match before leaving in the second round, truth be told, and maybe if I were a lucky Katie, I would somehow win the whole thing and face the FAW Hardcore Champion, WHOEVER IT WOULD BE. Considering the talent pool in this tournament, it's pretty safe to say that at least as far as I go, this invitational is far from null and void."
As is becoming somewhat usual for the tiny brunette, Katie clasps her hands together and purses her lips before starting.
"Anywho, TANNER MOTHERFUCKING HALSEY! That shakeup really made for a David vs Goliath situation, didn't it? I imagine you've heard everything someone like me could say, at least ever since beating GAVIN GRIMES. Seriously, I can't get over that. He was basically THE favorite to win aside from Phoenix Q., so forgive me for saying that if there were ever a time where Katie Moicelle were the underdog..."
Katie raises her eyebrows and points at the ground, letting her body language do some of her speaking for her.
"This is it. This round, at the very least, if not throughout the rest of the tournament should I move on. Tanner... dude... you beat Gavin Grimes and Jan Van Der Roost, two giants of professional wrestling. Comparatively speaking, who the hell am I to you? "Some Yellow Jacket buzzing around", perhaps? "A minor annoyance", maybe? Or, and here's one I especially like, "just another one of your victims?" All the eyes in the professional wrestling world are gonna be on these quarter finals, on you, and most chiefly, on which ONE person can slay you; the new Goliath."
The Cumberland Jet lifts a finger before...
"That, in a way, brings me to Trixie. You could also be considered an underdog... an undercat, if you will. You're in the quarter finals just as well. You're closer to the boat I'm in really, in that you didn't metaphorically destroy a planet to get here. You beat Zuri Chastain, which nothing to sneeze at, really. But, consider this: I toppled a queen in round one, I could potentially topple a kitty in the quarters. But... past that, that's really not what we should focus on. What we SHOULD focus on... is taking down the new Goliath named Tanner Halsey. Now, I get it: "it's a triple threat match, and we all beat two people to get here on our own, so why should I help you now?" Because relatively speaking, it may be the only chance we have to become planet busters. It's not out of respect, because I'd have to know you first, it's about survival in the tournament. A Ramblin' Wreck can only do so much on its own before it gets totaled by either a Troll, a Phoenix, or a Gray area..."
Katie opens one hand...
"and maybe a Kitty can help out..."
...then the other hand.
"...ooooooor, like Tanner wants to do, you could go into business for yourself and pin me. You know, to really crush my spirit, like that hasn't happened enough times to me before in a wrestling ring. It's really up to you. Either team with me and have a chance, or get destroyed by the new Goliath like what I think'll happen to me already. Just bear in mind that what could happen to me could very well happen to you."
Once again, Moicelle clasps her hands together.
"Which brings me back to Tanner, funnily enough. I fully expect you to wipe the floor with me. Like, if this were a one-on-one match, I don't think it would be much of a contest, frankly. It's like in college football when a crappy team like Idaho faces a great team like Ohio State. It becomes a quick blowout. I'm like Idaho in this case, in that all the preparation in the world I could ever do, you've already done. All the training, all the hard work I've poured and will be pouring from when I started out in this sport until forever... you've already went through. ANYTHING I COULD DO, YOU'VE ALREADY DONE AND IT SCARES THE BEJESUS OUT OF ME! But, even if everything is set in stone... stone's breakable. Anything is breakable if you put your mind to it. Like winning streaks... perceptions of oneself... the status quo. You'd know a bunch about that, right? Just realize this come showtime, Tanner and Trixie: Stone is breakable. Superman is beatable. Anything is possible. So, with that said, I'll see you two in the quarter finals. Good luck to both of you, and may God have mercy on my soul."
"I hate triple threat matches..."
The sound of the ever-nervous Katie Moicelle's voice fills a room, which is already physically filled with a green screen. Dressed in the white and gold of Georgia Tech, Katie walks in front of the camera and squeezes her eyes shut before turning on her projector, which displays an edited Hardcore Invitational bracket. The appropriate names are filled in wherever they needed, but there's one bracket circled... Katie opens her eyes and takes a quick breath before speaking.
"In these quarter finals of the FAW Hardcore Invitational, you have the destroyer of worlds, Grimes and Roost, Tanner Halsey. The Bad Kitty, Trixie. The big one, Phoenix Quagliaterre. Da #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez. The DARC Horse (if you will), Gray Malone. The final Zero Gravity Champion in Visionaries of Wrestling history, Ace Watson. The Number One Bitch, Blair Kivisto. Jacob Daniels. Another destroyer of worlds, Count Kivisto. Jay Gallagher. The Killer of Matthew Shields, Hutch Lanahan. And in the midst of all of those big names I just listed... all of the people who have all the reason in the world to be where they are... all the people who are some of the best and most notable professional wrestling has to offer... there's me, the minnow in the ocean. Even with training from Josh Kennedy, and even with making it to the quarter finals, I actually feel worse about my chances of winning this invitational than ever, because I was unlucky enough to be the one wrestling Tanner Halsey AND Trixie."
Katie points at the circled bracket:
Tanner Halsey
Trixie
Katie Moicelle
"Now, before I go any further, I realize what else happened between round two and now, and I don't believe that makes this whole tourney null and void, since I didn't enter to face Cass Baumer specifically. I entered to face everyone and maybe win a match before leaving in the second round, truth be told, and maybe if I were a lucky Katie, I would somehow win the whole thing and face the FAW Hardcore Champion, WHOEVER IT WOULD BE. Considering the talent pool in this tournament, it's pretty safe to say that at least as far as I go, this invitational is far from null and void."
As is becoming somewhat usual for the tiny brunette, Katie clasps her hands together and purses her lips before starting.
"Anywho, TANNER MOTHERFUCKING HALSEY! That shakeup really made for a David vs Goliath situation, didn't it? I imagine you've heard everything someone like me could say, at least ever since beating GAVIN GRIMES. Seriously, I can't get over that. He was basically THE favorite to win aside from Phoenix Q., so forgive me for saying that if there were ever a time where Katie Moicelle were the underdog..."
Katie raises her eyebrows and points at the ground, letting her body language do some of her speaking for her.
"This is it. This round, at the very least, if not throughout the rest of the tournament should I move on. Tanner... dude... you beat Gavin Grimes and Jan Van Der Roost, two giants of professional wrestling. Comparatively speaking, who the hell am I to you? "Some Yellow Jacket buzzing around", perhaps? "A minor annoyance", maybe? Or, and here's one I especially like, "just another one of your victims?" All the eyes in the professional wrestling world are gonna be on these quarter finals, on you, and most chiefly, on which ONE person can slay you; the new Goliath."
The Cumberland Jet lifts a finger before...
"That, in a way, brings me to Trixie. You could also be considered an underdog... an undercat, if you will. You're in the quarter finals just as well. You're closer to the boat I'm in really, in that you didn't metaphorically destroy a planet to get here. You beat Zuri Chastain, which nothing to sneeze at, really. But, consider this: I toppled a queen in round one, I could potentially topple a kitty in the quarters. But... past that, that's really not what we should focus on. What we SHOULD focus on... is taking down the new Goliath named Tanner Halsey. Now, I get it: "it's a triple threat match, and we all beat two people to get here on our own, so why should I help you now?" Because relatively speaking, it may be the only chance we have to become planet busters. It's not out of respect, because I'd have to know you first, it's about survival in the tournament. A Ramblin' Wreck can only do so much on its own before it gets totaled by either a Troll, a Phoenix, or a Gray area..."
Katie opens one hand...
"and maybe a Kitty can help out..."
...then the other hand.
"...ooooooor, like Tanner wants to do, you could go into business for yourself and pin me. You know, to really crush my spirit, like that hasn't happened enough times to me before in a wrestling ring. It's really up to you. Either team with me and have a chance, or get destroyed by the new Goliath like what I think'll happen to me already. Just bear in mind that what could happen to me could very well happen to you."
Once again, Moicelle clasps her hands together.
"Which brings me back to Tanner, funnily enough. I fully expect you to wipe the floor with me. Like, if this were a one-on-one match, I don't think it would be much of a contest, frankly. It's like in college football when a crappy team like Idaho faces a great team like Ohio State. It becomes a quick blowout. I'm like Idaho in this case, in that all the preparation in the world I could ever do, you've already done. All the training, all the hard work I've poured and will be pouring from when I started out in this sport until forever... you've already went through. ANYTHING I COULD DO, YOU'VE ALREADY DONE AND IT SCARES THE BEJESUS OUT OF ME! But, even if everything is set in stone... stone's breakable. Anything is breakable if you put your mind to it. Like winning streaks... perceptions of oneself... the status quo. You'd know a bunch about that, right? Just realize this come showtime, Tanner and Trixie: Stone is breakable. Superman is beatable. Anything is possible. So, with that said, I'll see you two in the quarter finals. Good luck to both of you, and may God have mercy on my soul."
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PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
Phoenix Quagliaterre sits in a chair next to Gabriel Laroux in a hotel suite as Sophie Grimes smiles at the former Showcase Champion before focusing on Phoenix.
Sophie Grimes: Thank you for choosing me to want to interview you in your first ever sit down for the F’n Awesome Hardcore Invitational. I know you could have had your picks but it means alot that you requested me.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Of course… I preferred you over the others and if i am going to talk about the tournament mostly, it’s only right that you got the interview.
Sophie Grimes: Well I guess we can start with your thoughts on making it this far in the tournament. The fans don’t seem to be surprised in the slightest but it’s always good to hear from the source themselves on how they are feeling about something.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Honestly? It feels good. It’s no surprise, I knew I was going to go far… because I AM going to win the entire thing but just to be able to put actions behind my words is always… invigorating. I was slightly disappointed that Cass lost the title because she was the reason I entered… well under petty, selfish reasons considering i was pissed before signing up because i felt she was secretly trying to get with my now fiance.
Sophie Grimes: Who happens to be our current Showcase Champion after last Delirium’s Showcase Championship Battle Royale... and is absent from this interview because he is busy training for the big tag match tonight.
The camera focuses on Gabriel rolling his eyes before it cuts back to Sophie.
Sophie Grimes: You must have been so excited when he won the title.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Yes, I was so very proud of him. Of course I was also proud when my goldenboy here had previously been the champion but to see Xavier emerge victorious? I would have to say excited is quite an understatement-
Gabriel Laroux: Uhhh i believe this is Phoenix’s interview. You have your chance to ask your questions to Xavier directly later on.
Gabriel then leans back in his chair and folds his arms with that stern look in his eyes while Sophie averts his gaze to look back at Phoenix.
Sophie Grimes: Very well then… Phoenix, let’s talk about the triple threat match you’re in tonight. In a few more hours, you are set to face off against Mariano Fernandez and Gray Malone. Your thoughts on the match?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: It’s pretty exciting. Manny has been the one I have really wanted to face in this tournament so for it to actually happen, i am more than looking forward to it especially since I can cross out facing Cass now. But I guess in the end it doesn’t matter who is holding my title, the body will fall down the same and whether its by pinfall, knockout or submission, I WILL be the new Hardcore Champion for this company.
Sophie Grimes: Now if you do win the tournament and advance to face Jade Night for the F’n Awesome Hardcore Championship… what are your plans for it? You came out of retirement for this match and are not a contracted wrestler anywhere. Say you do win the title… then what? Will you add it to your list of accomplishments and drop it or…. The fans want to know your plans?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: IF… ahem I apologize, WHEN…. I win this tournament and have the pleasure of facing off against Jade? I’m going to do whatever I do when i take the title off of someone… I am going to bring legitimacy and prestige to the Hardcore Title. Because I want Scion to know…. Where ever she is….
Gabriel coughs as a smirk grows across Phoenix’s face.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: That not only did i take her life… but i took the very title that she used to hold and was gunning for. Everyone is treating this triple threat like a one on one with Manny and myself because they are really interested in seeing us face off. Sure, Gray will be there and he is a formidable opponent… but i know that my focus as well as Manny’s will be on each other.
Sophie Grimes: You and Manny sure have been focused alot on each other in the coming days leading up to the tournament and seem to have quite a friendship of some sort. But I can tell that you two won’t allow that to get in the way when it comes time for the match tonight.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Absolutely not. Our friendly banter will turn into trying to break the other down. Manny is a man who yields alot of... issues that he seems to not be able to shake. For example.. He’s a cuck.
Gabriel covers his mouth with a fist to suppress laughter.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I meaaaaaan I have nothing against anyone who wants to watch their girlfriend get bang bang boogied by another man if thats your thing… but to not join in? Now now… this allegedly happened, it could be true, it could be false just for laughs and giggles but I have seen his interactions with his girl on twitter and she’s out here claiming threesomes that was confirmed by the second chick involved while he’s raging that they are lying.. I don’t know… think too much Skyrim has given him amnesia… which brings me to his biggest issue… addiction to video games.
Phoenix pauses momentarily.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Addicts often blame their issues on others and don’t try to seek help, even diving more into the addiction as a coping mechanism when things become too tough for them. Prime example… when he gets owned on twitter, he gives up and says he’s going to go play Skyrim. The game may be fun.. But what do you get out of it? How does it necessarily help with your issues? Like tonight.. In the triple threat match.. I am NOT a damn reaper and you are not a Nord. You bring some make believe battle axe into MY ring and I am shoving it straight up your ass. Those mini breakdowns you have in your interviews may be to throw people off and make them be slightly afraid of you but it doesn’t work on me.
She adjusts herself in her chair before resuming.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I will say that I am going to miss that whiny, orgasmic scream you do when you shout out Cass’ name as you rant about her breaking your uterus and leaking your nudes but i am quite interested to see if your interest in the tournament has waned any.. Given that she was what it seemed, the sole purpose for you entering it. To face off against her for her… interesting reports she made about you. As much as I like you, Manny… beating Karstagg in Skyrim with pushing buttons on a game controller or keyboard does not mean you are going to win a tournament. You have a better chance finding out what your girl was doing on her vacation than thinking you are going to make it out of that arena tonight with a win against me. I am the embodiment of dominant and if you want to make this into a battlefield where you are some warrior marching into the ring? Then so be it... but i promise you that I will make sure that I am that final boss in a video game that is extremely difficult to defeat and even Talos won't be able to save you from this ass dragging. Because here in the real world? You don't get to replay the stage seconds after dying... oh no. Here in reality and in that wrestling ring? There lies zero room for any mistakes, zero sympathy for error, and most definitely no warnings or to be continues. Once you lose this tournament, you're out.
Sophie Grimes: Do you believe him to be the toughest out of the two opponents in the match tonight?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Oh most certainly and without a doubt.. Because he has alot to prove now and so much to lose besides the tournament if I am to win this match. I mean…. All week we have been going back and forth on social media while friends of ours have even asked me to physically harm him in this match. Plus we have a bet and he seems rather determined not only to make sure that I don’t win the bet but to also prove everyone that’s laughing at him, wrong. But I like it when they fight back and try to prove a point only to be left disappointed… makes it all the more FUN. He came a long way in this tournament… but he has finally reached the end of the road. This is the part where I help him separate fantasy from reality.. Because Skyrim may belong to the Nords but, baby? This tournament? Belongs to ME. See you out there tonight... BOTH of you.
Phoenix then smiles at Sophie, giving her a nod that she could end the feed as she gestures for the cameras to cut.
Phoenix Quagliaterre sits in a chair next to Gabriel Laroux in a hotel suite as Sophie Grimes smiles at the former Showcase Champion before focusing on Phoenix.
Sophie Grimes: Thank you for choosing me to want to interview you in your first ever sit down for the F’n Awesome Hardcore Invitational. I know you could have had your picks but it means alot that you requested me.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Of course… I preferred you over the others and if i am going to talk about the tournament mostly, it’s only right that you got the interview.
Sophie Grimes: Well I guess we can start with your thoughts on making it this far in the tournament. The fans don’t seem to be surprised in the slightest but it’s always good to hear from the source themselves on how they are feeling about something.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Honestly? It feels good. It’s no surprise, I knew I was going to go far… because I AM going to win the entire thing but just to be able to put actions behind my words is always… invigorating. I was slightly disappointed that Cass lost the title because she was the reason I entered… well under petty, selfish reasons considering i was pissed before signing up because i felt she was secretly trying to get with my now fiance.
Sophie Grimes: Who happens to be our current Showcase Champion after last Delirium’s Showcase Championship Battle Royale... and is absent from this interview because he is busy training for the big tag match tonight.
The camera focuses on Gabriel rolling his eyes before it cuts back to Sophie.
Sophie Grimes: You must have been so excited when he won the title.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Yes, I was so very proud of him. Of course I was also proud when my goldenboy here had previously been the champion but to see Xavier emerge victorious? I would have to say excited is quite an understatement-
Gabriel Laroux: Uhhh i believe this is Phoenix’s interview. You have your chance to ask your questions to Xavier directly later on.
Gabriel then leans back in his chair and folds his arms with that stern look in his eyes while Sophie averts his gaze to look back at Phoenix.
Sophie Grimes: Very well then… Phoenix, let’s talk about the triple threat match you’re in tonight. In a few more hours, you are set to face off against Mariano Fernandez and Gray Malone. Your thoughts on the match?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: It’s pretty exciting. Manny has been the one I have really wanted to face in this tournament so for it to actually happen, i am more than looking forward to it especially since I can cross out facing Cass now. But I guess in the end it doesn’t matter who is holding my title, the body will fall down the same and whether its by pinfall, knockout or submission, I WILL be the new Hardcore Champion for this company.
Sophie Grimes: Now if you do win the tournament and advance to face Jade Night for the F’n Awesome Hardcore Championship… what are your plans for it? You came out of retirement for this match and are not a contracted wrestler anywhere. Say you do win the title… then what? Will you add it to your list of accomplishments and drop it or…. The fans want to know your plans?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: IF… ahem I apologize, WHEN…. I win this tournament and have the pleasure of facing off against Jade? I’m going to do whatever I do when i take the title off of someone… I am going to bring legitimacy and prestige to the Hardcore Title. Because I want Scion to know…. Where ever she is….
Gabriel coughs as a smirk grows across Phoenix’s face.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: That not only did i take her life… but i took the very title that she used to hold and was gunning for. Everyone is treating this triple threat like a one on one with Manny and myself because they are really interested in seeing us face off. Sure, Gray will be there and he is a formidable opponent… but i know that my focus as well as Manny’s will be on each other.
Sophie Grimes: You and Manny sure have been focused alot on each other in the coming days leading up to the tournament and seem to have quite a friendship of some sort. But I can tell that you two won’t allow that to get in the way when it comes time for the match tonight.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Absolutely not. Our friendly banter will turn into trying to break the other down. Manny is a man who yields alot of... issues that he seems to not be able to shake. For example.. He’s a cuck.
Gabriel covers his mouth with a fist to suppress laughter.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I meaaaaaan I have nothing against anyone who wants to watch their girlfriend get bang bang boogied by another man if thats your thing… but to not join in? Now now… this allegedly happened, it could be true, it could be false just for laughs and giggles but I have seen his interactions with his girl on twitter and she’s out here claiming threesomes that was confirmed by the second chick involved while he’s raging that they are lying.. I don’t know… think too much Skyrim has given him amnesia… which brings me to his biggest issue… addiction to video games.
Phoenix pauses momentarily.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Addicts often blame their issues on others and don’t try to seek help, even diving more into the addiction as a coping mechanism when things become too tough for them. Prime example… when he gets owned on twitter, he gives up and says he’s going to go play Skyrim. The game may be fun.. But what do you get out of it? How does it necessarily help with your issues? Like tonight.. In the triple threat match.. I am NOT a damn reaper and you are not a Nord. You bring some make believe battle axe into MY ring and I am shoving it straight up your ass. Those mini breakdowns you have in your interviews may be to throw people off and make them be slightly afraid of you but it doesn’t work on me.
She adjusts herself in her chair before resuming.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I will say that I am going to miss that whiny, orgasmic scream you do when you shout out Cass’ name as you rant about her breaking your uterus and leaking your nudes but i am quite interested to see if your interest in the tournament has waned any.. Given that she was what it seemed, the sole purpose for you entering it. To face off against her for her… interesting reports she made about you. As much as I like you, Manny… beating Karstagg in Skyrim with pushing buttons on a game controller or keyboard does not mean you are going to win a tournament. You have a better chance finding out what your girl was doing on her vacation than thinking you are going to make it out of that arena tonight with a win against me. I am the embodiment of dominant and if you want to make this into a battlefield where you are some warrior marching into the ring? Then so be it... but i promise you that I will make sure that I am that final boss in a video game that is extremely difficult to defeat and even Talos won't be able to save you from this ass dragging. Because here in the real world? You don't get to replay the stage seconds after dying... oh no. Here in reality and in that wrestling ring? There lies zero room for any mistakes, zero sympathy for error, and most definitely no warnings or to be continues. Once you lose this tournament, you're out.
Sophie Grimes: Do you believe him to be the toughest out of the two opponents in the match tonight?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Oh most certainly and without a doubt.. Because he has alot to prove now and so much to lose besides the tournament if I am to win this match. I mean…. All week we have been going back and forth on social media while friends of ours have even asked me to physically harm him in this match. Plus we have a bet and he seems rather determined not only to make sure that I don’t win the bet but to also prove everyone that’s laughing at him, wrong. But I like it when they fight back and try to prove a point only to be left disappointed… makes it all the more FUN. He came a long way in this tournament… but he has finally reached the end of the road. This is the part where I help him separate fantasy from reality.. Because Skyrim may belong to the Nords but, baby? This tournament? Belongs to ME. See you out there tonight... BOTH of you.
Phoenix then smiles at Sophie, giving her a nod that she could end the feed as she gestures for the cameras to cut.
Match One:
Tanner Halsey v Trixie v Katie Moicelle
It was if the women were taking turns trying to take Tanner down majority of the match as Trixie would swing on Tanner until he’ll finally counter and push her away, then Katie would lunge at him and try to get him into a standing submission until she’d fail once he flipped her over his shoulder. All around the ring the trio went as they fought with trying to best the other, each wanting that win to face off against the winner of match two so badly. Things get a bit intense when weapons get involved and after a few minutes with the girls using whatever they can get their hands on and Tanner using his hands against them, Katie, who had the upper hand for the past five minutes, brings Trixie to her knees with a steel chair. With Trixie on her knees coughing and recovering, Katie turns her attention to Tanner who is watching her with amusement, his own weapon in hand. Katie looks down as her eyes focus on the steel bat in his hand and she’s wondering if he’s really going to hit her with that. Smirking at her, he tosses it aside and gestures for her to come at him, almost offering her to get a hit in while he is unarmed.
She takes a cautious step forward before taking another, swinging it at him as he ducks and elbows her roughly in the ribs. Her pained screams into the air draws a smirk from him as he catches Trixie rushing him and he quickly brings up his leg to take her down with a big boot. Trixie is seeing stars as she falls to the ground and Katie wastes no time jumping on Tanner’s back once she sees he was distracted. She digs her nails into his arms and it brings him to his knees when a dizzy Trixie is staggering towards them, spraying that pepper spray aimlessly with wanting to get Tanner but she instead gets Katie in the eyes, causing her to fall off of Tanner’s back and roll around wildly on the ground as she kicked her legs into the air and rubbed her stinging eyes crazily. Tanner is rubbing his arms and shaking his head at Trixie, knowing that he had been her intended target and how she had royally messed up by taking out the wrong opponent. She tries to spray Tanner but he dodges to the side and then smacks the can out of her hand before kicking her in the gut. She’s down on her knees again as Tanner looks behind him to Katie still down and blind before focusing back on Trixie. He backs up a bit before charging her, that knee connecting to Trixie's face as he takes her out with the Seeing Stars! He drops on her, covering Trixie for the count as the ref is on the ground and ready, getting that three count!
Winner: Tanner Halsey
SEGMENT
The cameras zoom in on Phoenix Quagliaterre leaning against the wall in a slightly deserted hallway as she adjusts her black fingerless gloves and is talking animatedly to Gabriel Laroux, who nods after every other word as he listens intently. The conversation seems to be going smoothly as the cameraman creeps closer, hoping to catch what they were talking about until Phoenix looks over at the cameraman and Gabriel’s eyes cut at him. Phoenix pats him lightly on the arm for him to keep calm as she smirks at the camera man.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Coming to get my final words before my match or are you being… sneaky? I really hope not the latter because my goldenboy does not take well to people sticking their noses in our business. So… it’s the first choice then, right?
The camera bobs up and down from the cameraman nodding his head as he lightly gulps.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Good, good! Well… I have to say that I am rather anxious for the match. Gray Malone… he certainly is someone to take seriously, especially when he is on the other side of the ring across from you as your opponent. I mean… he didn’t have to fight in the first round of the tournament due to him winning by forfeit on account of his opponent not able to make it since he was injured at another event… so they say. Dude could have tucked his tail and decided not to show up.
She smirks before leaning back against the wall and folding her arms across her chest.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Unfortunately you were attacked afterwards… that sweet moment of having an easy win in the bag turning sour as you were laid out on the mat. Gotta do better with protecting your neck… but at least you fared well in round two when you defeated McKenna Kingsley… but then again, picking on a smaller opponent when you yield much more power than them is an easy feat, right? I’m just… trying to make sure I have all of this right, not trying to discredit you at all. I’m sure you caught my last match… it was the main event of the tournament.
She gives that cocky grin of hers before brushing through her hair, that arrogance showing as she practically glows.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: And the match before that.. My round one match was against my sister in law, a match dripping with tough love and an even tougher asskicking as i put her in her place. Your name holds alot of merit… alot of good things I hear about you… but I am the one that people tune in to see when it comes to this tournament. I have went from being just another competitor in this tournament to making it my own. Twice… I could have been taken out, by someone who claimed she was going to do it and the other claiming she didn’t even know who I was.
Phoenix scoffs.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I bet she knows who I am now… curled up with worms as she makes a new home with maggots, dark and far away from the surface. I won’t be ignorant to think that I do not have to be cautious with you tonight… i also won’t be gentle because getting a lil rough has always been fun. I am not new to this, I am TRUE to this… and this match is just yet another one for me to show off and show out. Because I have spent quite alot of time over the past week focused on Manny but I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about you, baby… oh no. You see… you’ll have my attention as well in this match… it might not be undivided but be grateful that it’s any at all… be grateful that you don’t have to battle with silly Trixie or Katie MoiScion like poor Tanner does… but also be afraid. Because you have Manny who is gonna be out there acting all nuts and maybe wielding a papier mache sword like he’s on LSD with his GLORIOUS soccer mom hair and then you have me… your PHE-nomenal Goddess who will be your biggest challenge in this tournament. Be proud that you will be defeated by someone who actually matters. Someone who.. Actually made you work hard in hopes of capturing that win when it won’t be hard enough because although you are good, you simply are not better than me. I have to make it to Jade so I can show off my darkest form in a grand finale. Where she stains my tights with her crimson goodness and and she claws high into the air when i get a hold of her. But before her, I have to get past you... and Manny.. and then sweet Tanner. I want you to feel that fear swimming around inside you along with that great sense of pride you house deep in the hallows of your worthless, pathetic breakable body... because me smelling fear is like a shark getting that fresh whiff of blood... and it fuels me when it comes to dealing with my prey.
She fixes her mahogany robe as Gabriel brushes the lint off of her shoulder.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: It’s a cold, cold world, baby… and in life you set out to achieve these… goals when sadly some are just beyond your reach. Anger and pettiness led me to this tournament… but I have found a new found goal and a new mission. I will become the new Hardcore Champion and latch myself onto that belt like a leech and become a succubus to any and all who dare tries to tear it away from me as i suck away their pride and hopes whenever they step inside the ring to try to take it away from me. Me defending the title will be like a blood sacrifice I give the company as the title becomes my blood oath while i pledge to purify these very halls and have my opponents plunge into the mat each and every time they try to stop me. This means so much to mean, Gray and for that you have to know that you will not win tonight and you can not stay in MY tournament.
Phoenix looks to Gabriel as he nods his head and walks past her to lead her down the hallway. The Firebird takes two steps before looking behind her back at the camera for a few parting words.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Your time is up tonight… I’ll see if I can get you to scream for me.
The cameras zoom in on Phoenix Quagliaterre leaning against the wall in a slightly deserted hallway as she adjusts her black fingerless gloves and is talking animatedly to Gabriel Laroux, who nods after every other word as he listens intently. The conversation seems to be going smoothly as the cameraman creeps closer, hoping to catch what they were talking about until Phoenix looks over at the cameraman and Gabriel’s eyes cut at him. Phoenix pats him lightly on the arm for him to keep calm as she smirks at the camera man.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Coming to get my final words before my match or are you being… sneaky? I really hope not the latter because my goldenboy does not take well to people sticking their noses in our business. So… it’s the first choice then, right?
The camera bobs up and down from the cameraman nodding his head as he lightly gulps.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Good, good! Well… I have to say that I am rather anxious for the match. Gray Malone… he certainly is someone to take seriously, especially when he is on the other side of the ring across from you as your opponent. I mean… he didn’t have to fight in the first round of the tournament due to him winning by forfeit on account of his opponent not able to make it since he was injured at another event… so they say. Dude could have tucked his tail and decided not to show up.
She smirks before leaning back against the wall and folding her arms across her chest.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Unfortunately you were attacked afterwards… that sweet moment of having an easy win in the bag turning sour as you were laid out on the mat. Gotta do better with protecting your neck… but at least you fared well in round two when you defeated McKenna Kingsley… but then again, picking on a smaller opponent when you yield much more power than them is an easy feat, right? I’m just… trying to make sure I have all of this right, not trying to discredit you at all. I’m sure you caught my last match… it was the main event of the tournament.
She gives that cocky grin of hers before brushing through her hair, that arrogance showing as she practically glows.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: And the match before that.. My round one match was against my sister in law, a match dripping with tough love and an even tougher asskicking as i put her in her place. Your name holds alot of merit… alot of good things I hear about you… but I am the one that people tune in to see when it comes to this tournament. I have went from being just another competitor in this tournament to making it my own. Twice… I could have been taken out, by someone who claimed she was going to do it and the other claiming she didn’t even know who I was.
Phoenix scoffs.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I bet she knows who I am now… curled up with worms as she makes a new home with maggots, dark and far away from the surface. I won’t be ignorant to think that I do not have to be cautious with you tonight… i also won’t be gentle because getting a lil rough has always been fun. I am not new to this, I am TRUE to this… and this match is just yet another one for me to show off and show out. Because I have spent quite alot of time over the past week focused on Manny but I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about you, baby… oh no. You see… you’ll have my attention as well in this match… it might not be undivided but be grateful that it’s any at all… be grateful that you don’t have to battle with silly Trixie or Katie MoiScion like poor Tanner does… but also be afraid. Because you have Manny who is gonna be out there acting all nuts and maybe wielding a papier mache sword like he’s on LSD with his GLORIOUS soccer mom hair and then you have me… your PHE-nomenal Goddess who will be your biggest challenge in this tournament. Be proud that you will be defeated by someone who actually matters. Someone who.. Actually made you work hard in hopes of capturing that win when it won’t be hard enough because although you are good, you simply are not better than me. I have to make it to Jade so I can show off my darkest form in a grand finale. Where she stains my tights with her crimson goodness and and she claws high into the air when i get a hold of her. But before her, I have to get past you... and Manny.. and then sweet Tanner. I want you to feel that fear swimming around inside you along with that great sense of pride you house deep in the hallows of your worthless, pathetic breakable body... because me smelling fear is like a shark getting that fresh whiff of blood... and it fuels me when it comes to dealing with my prey.
She fixes her mahogany robe as Gabriel brushes the lint off of her shoulder.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: It’s a cold, cold world, baby… and in life you set out to achieve these… goals when sadly some are just beyond your reach. Anger and pettiness led me to this tournament… but I have found a new found goal and a new mission. I will become the new Hardcore Champion and latch myself onto that belt like a leech and become a succubus to any and all who dare tries to tear it away from me as i suck away their pride and hopes whenever they step inside the ring to try to take it away from me. Me defending the title will be like a blood sacrifice I give the company as the title becomes my blood oath while i pledge to purify these very halls and have my opponents plunge into the mat each and every time they try to stop me. This means so much to mean, Gray and for that you have to know that you will not win tonight and you can not stay in MY tournament.
Phoenix looks to Gabriel as he nods his head and walks past her to lead her down the hallway. The Firebird takes two steps before looking behind her back at the camera for a few parting words.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Your time is up tonight… I’ll see if I can get you to scream for me.
SEGMENT
The camera cuts backstage, to a table laid with several cartons of milk and fruits of all kinds around - strawberries, pineapples, bananas, etc; as well as a blender. Responsible for this is DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, chopping out fruit pieces and pouring them, as well as milk, into the blender. As if what he was doing wasn't obvious enough, a familiar music can be heard from his phone.
"My milk-shake brings all the girls to the yard
And they're like
It's better than yours
Damn right
It's better than yours
I can teach you
But I have to charge"
As Mariano presses the blender's button and it starts buzzing, he’s approached by Kasey White.
Kasey White: “Oh, Troll Guy. Fancy seeing you here.”
Mariano: “Great to see you, mang.”
He grabs an already made milk-shake glass, handing it to her.
Mariano: “Want a milk-shake?”
Ms. White blinks as it’s not usual to see a makeshift milk-shake stand in a wrestling show, but nonetheless accepts Mariano’s glass.
Kasey White: “Sure, I’ll take one.”
Taking a drink, her eyes shut for a brief moment as she tastes the drink.
Kasey: “Hey, this is actually pretty good, Manny.”
Mariano gives her a thumbs up.
Mariano: “Glad you like it, chica.”
Kasey White: “Well now that I’ve ran into you here, it might be a good time to ask you about how you’re doing in the tournament. Great showing against Joshua Sabin.”
Mariano: “Thanks again, mang.” – He gives a sigh. – “Alas, a lot of things have changed since last round, ain’t that right? Cass Baumer ain’t Hardcore Champ no more. Ain’t no more Julliet Brooks, ain’t no more Ash Scion. All people I hoped to cross paths at some point here.”
He shrugs, non-chalantly.
Mariano: “But it is what it is, chica. Now there’s only one way for me – and that’s god damned forward – past this round and up to as far as I can go. But now, mang – now it’s time to get serious – because I get to take on a REAL challenge: The lady who put Ash Scion’s body in a grave, Phoenix Quagliaterre – along with some afterthought named Gray Malone, whom nobody has heard from since the first round.”
Kasey White: “You and Ash Scion were friendly. How do you feel about Phoenix Quagliaterre’s performance last round?”
Mariano: “Nothing against her, mang. She did what she had to do. If Ash Scion spat on the face of her fans and one of the companies where she got to be a big name, and failed to back up her talk after people got hostile on her on Twitter, then she had no business being in this tournament. The Firebird made sure about that.”
Kasey White: “It’s true that she has been one of the most constant, most impressive competitors in this entire tournament – and now she has her sights set on you.”
Mariano: “I ain’t even mad, mang. Everyone does these days. But I can tell you, mang, the following…”
Just at that moment, before Mariano can answer, Katie Moicelle happens to walk by.
Katie: "Hey, yo... what... what's with the music?"
Mariano: "Hey yo. How you doing, mang? Fancy a milk-shake?"
Katie: "Err... you know, after what happened in my own match, I kinda need it... besides, milkshakes make a lot of things better. What kind of flavors you got?"
He gives her an amused look, his face twisting into his trademark Trollface.
Mariano: “Any you want, mang. Banana, chocolate, take your pick. You as well as Ms. White here might be wondering why I’m here making milk-shakes though.”
He sighs.
Mariano: “See chicas, Phoenix Quagliaterre came to me with a bet. She said I lose, I have to drink a milk-shake.” – His eyes at that point stray from Katie rolling up. – “Probably thinks she can call me a milk-drinker for this shit, mang.”
He throws his hands, however, shaking his head, and looking directly at the camera.
Mariano: “But I don’t even care, mang. Should that come to happen, so be it. But there’s something that you have forgotten, Phoenix.
I ain’t no god damned Ash Scion. I don’t back out when someone talks trash. I don’t coast around on making myself to be some huge name that tucks tail and leaves at the first sign of trouble. And I take a HELL of a lot more shit on the daily than anything you can throw at me.
That’s why I took your bet, mang. Just because I call people milk-drinkers doesn’t mean I FEAR being called that. Because everyone who knows me is DEAD certain I ain’t no god damned coward.”
Reaching into the table again, he takes out another glass, filled with a rich chocolate sauce.
Mariano: “See this thing, mang? Saucy as you claim you are. Made it JUST for you, for your exclusive enjoyment after this match is over. ‘Cause you may be called the Firebird, but let me assure you, once we’re done here, mang – you’ll be one Phoenix that won’t be reborn again.”
He goes back to his usual cheery demeanor, looking at Katie.
Mariano: “Not to mention -” – his eyes light up once more and he gives Katie a big smile – “- I STILL HAVE TO SLAP YOU IN THE FACE WITH A FISH!”
The whole spiel gets a bit of a chuckle out of the petite brunette before she locks eyes with DA #TROLL GUY for a few seconds.
Katie: "You know, Manny... determination isn't a flavor. I asked what kind of flavors you got, aaaaand... yeah. But, hey, I just got done dealing with TANNER FREAKIN' HALSEY, so... you can probably tell how I feel... like, I might as well be in the same boat you're in."
Katie purses her lips and sniffs before continuing.
Katie: "And all I wanted was a milkshake."
Looking somewhat embarrassed, Mariano goes back to the blender with the milk-shake he was making ready, and pours it into a glass.
Mariano: “Well uh - anyway – here it is, mang.” – Reaching into the table, he takes out a bottle of chocolate sauce. – “I can make it SAUCY too, chica.”
Katie reaches for the milkshake, being nothing but careful as the last thing she wants to do is play custodian.
Katie: "Well, the sauce WOULD make a nice contrast with the vanilla. Pile that shit on, man... to all the jolly milk-drinkers from both far and near."
Manny pours the sauce, generously, into the Human Train Wreck’s milk-shake.
Mariano: “Aye, chicas, I shall. Talos guide you both.”
Nodding to both Katie and Kasey White in salutation, he turns around and leaves, as they look at him go.
Kasey White: “I have no idea what happened here – but these milk-shakes are tasty as hell!”
The camera cuts backstage, to a table laid with several cartons of milk and fruits of all kinds around - strawberries, pineapples, bananas, etc; as well as a blender. Responsible for this is DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, chopping out fruit pieces and pouring them, as well as milk, into the blender. As if what he was doing wasn't obvious enough, a familiar music can be heard from his phone.
"My milk-shake brings all the girls to the yard
And they're like
It's better than yours
Damn right
It's better than yours
I can teach you
But I have to charge"
As Mariano presses the blender's button and it starts buzzing, he’s approached by Kasey White.
Kasey White: “Oh, Troll Guy. Fancy seeing you here.”
Mariano: “Great to see you, mang.”
He grabs an already made milk-shake glass, handing it to her.
Mariano: “Want a milk-shake?”
Ms. White blinks as it’s not usual to see a makeshift milk-shake stand in a wrestling show, but nonetheless accepts Mariano’s glass.
Kasey White: “Sure, I’ll take one.”
Taking a drink, her eyes shut for a brief moment as she tastes the drink.
Kasey: “Hey, this is actually pretty good, Manny.”
Mariano gives her a thumbs up.
Mariano: “Glad you like it, chica.”
Kasey White: “Well now that I’ve ran into you here, it might be a good time to ask you about how you’re doing in the tournament. Great showing against Joshua Sabin.”
Mariano: “Thanks again, mang.” – He gives a sigh. – “Alas, a lot of things have changed since last round, ain’t that right? Cass Baumer ain’t Hardcore Champ no more. Ain’t no more Julliet Brooks, ain’t no more Ash Scion. All people I hoped to cross paths at some point here.”
He shrugs, non-chalantly.
Mariano: “But it is what it is, chica. Now there’s only one way for me – and that’s god damned forward – past this round and up to as far as I can go. But now, mang – now it’s time to get serious – because I get to take on a REAL challenge: The lady who put Ash Scion’s body in a grave, Phoenix Quagliaterre – along with some afterthought named Gray Malone, whom nobody has heard from since the first round.”
Kasey White: “You and Ash Scion were friendly. How do you feel about Phoenix Quagliaterre’s performance last round?”
Mariano: “Nothing against her, mang. She did what she had to do. If Ash Scion spat on the face of her fans and one of the companies where she got to be a big name, and failed to back up her talk after people got hostile on her on Twitter, then she had no business being in this tournament. The Firebird made sure about that.”
Kasey White: “It’s true that she has been one of the most constant, most impressive competitors in this entire tournament – and now she has her sights set on you.”
Mariano: “I ain’t even mad, mang. Everyone does these days. But I can tell you, mang, the following…”
Just at that moment, before Mariano can answer, Katie Moicelle happens to walk by.
Katie: "Hey, yo... what... what's with the music?"
Mariano: "Hey yo. How you doing, mang? Fancy a milk-shake?"
Katie: "Err... you know, after what happened in my own match, I kinda need it... besides, milkshakes make a lot of things better. What kind of flavors you got?"
He gives her an amused look, his face twisting into his trademark Trollface.
Mariano: “Any you want, mang. Banana, chocolate, take your pick. You as well as Ms. White here might be wondering why I’m here making milk-shakes though.”
He sighs.
Mariano: “See chicas, Phoenix Quagliaterre came to me with a bet. She said I lose, I have to drink a milk-shake.” – His eyes at that point stray from Katie rolling up. – “Probably thinks she can call me a milk-drinker for this shit, mang.”
He throws his hands, however, shaking his head, and looking directly at the camera.
Mariano: “But I don’t even care, mang. Should that come to happen, so be it. But there’s something that you have forgotten, Phoenix.
I ain’t no god damned Ash Scion. I don’t back out when someone talks trash. I don’t coast around on making myself to be some huge name that tucks tail and leaves at the first sign of trouble. And I take a HELL of a lot more shit on the daily than anything you can throw at me.
That’s why I took your bet, mang. Just because I call people milk-drinkers doesn’t mean I FEAR being called that. Because everyone who knows me is DEAD certain I ain’t no god damned coward.”
Reaching into the table again, he takes out another glass, filled with a rich chocolate sauce.
Mariano: “See this thing, mang? Saucy as you claim you are. Made it JUST for you, for your exclusive enjoyment after this match is over. ‘Cause you may be called the Firebird, but let me assure you, once we’re done here, mang – you’ll be one Phoenix that won’t be reborn again.”
He goes back to his usual cheery demeanor, looking at Katie.
Mariano: “Not to mention -” – his eyes light up once more and he gives Katie a big smile – “- I STILL HAVE TO SLAP YOU IN THE FACE WITH A FISH!”
The whole spiel gets a bit of a chuckle out of the petite brunette before she locks eyes with DA #TROLL GUY for a few seconds.
Katie: "You know, Manny... determination isn't a flavor. I asked what kind of flavors you got, aaaaand... yeah. But, hey, I just got done dealing with TANNER FREAKIN' HALSEY, so... you can probably tell how I feel... like, I might as well be in the same boat you're in."
Katie purses her lips and sniffs before continuing.
Katie: "And all I wanted was a milkshake."
Looking somewhat embarrassed, Mariano goes back to the blender with the milk-shake he was making ready, and pours it into a glass.
Mariano: “Well uh - anyway – here it is, mang.” – Reaching into the table, he takes out a bottle of chocolate sauce. – “I can make it SAUCY too, chica.”
Katie reaches for the milkshake, being nothing but careful as the last thing she wants to do is play custodian.
Katie: "Well, the sauce WOULD make a nice contrast with the vanilla. Pile that shit on, man... to all the jolly milk-drinkers from both far and near."
Manny pours the sauce, generously, into the Human Train Wreck’s milk-shake.
Mariano: “Aye, chicas, I shall. Talos guide you both.”
Nodding to both Katie and Kasey White in salutation, he turns around and leaves, as they look at him go.
Kasey White: “I have no idea what happened here – but these milk-shakes are tasty as hell!”
SEGMENT
The scene cut backstage to Jay Gallagher standing in front of a camera with a smile on his face. He’s wearing a white v neck shirt and black jeans, and his long hair is flowing down to his shoulders.
Jay Gallagher: Tonight, I fight Jacob Daniels and Court Kivisto. Two people who have been in this sport much longer than I have Court has been on a role since she made her return to the ring a few months ago and she has stepped out of the shadow of her sister Blair. But do I think she’s got what it takes to win this? I don’t.
He shrugs.
Jay Gallagher: You want to know why? Because as hot as she’s been, I’ve been hotter. Donovan and I have been on fire over in RISE Pro over in HKW. Then we teamed with Chris Night at House of Pain, one of the biggest shows of the year, and we won! And how about my debut in Hollywood Pro? In my first match there, I beat Sam Tolson, their Undisputed Champion, to earn a shot at the belt at CWC Worldwide. I earned that. Then look at what I’ve done here.
He pauses and nods confidently.
Jay Gallagher: Needless to say, there’s a reason I’m in this match. Jacob Daniels, the most intimidating man in this tournament, thinks that I’m scared of him. Let me tell you, I don’t back down from anyone. I will do whatever it takes to win this and while I know that JD has done a ton in his career, he’s been in and out of the sport for the last year so much, you’d wonder if he still has the passion.
Jay shrugs.
Jay Gallagher: Simply put, I’m the guy you should count on to win this tournament and become the number one contender for the Hardcore Championship. It doesn’t matter who is holding it by then, it could be Jade, it could be Cass again… But that belt is going to be mine. Count on it.
Jay nods confidently before walking away from the scene.
The scene cut backstage to Jay Gallagher standing in front of a camera with a smile on his face. He’s wearing a white v neck shirt and black jeans, and his long hair is flowing down to his shoulders.
Jay Gallagher: Tonight, I fight Jacob Daniels and Court Kivisto. Two people who have been in this sport much longer than I have Court has been on a role since she made her return to the ring a few months ago and she has stepped out of the shadow of her sister Blair. But do I think she’s got what it takes to win this? I don’t.
He shrugs.
Jay Gallagher: You want to know why? Because as hot as she’s been, I’ve been hotter. Donovan and I have been on fire over in RISE Pro over in HKW. Then we teamed with Chris Night at House of Pain, one of the biggest shows of the year, and we won! And how about my debut in Hollywood Pro? In my first match there, I beat Sam Tolson, their Undisputed Champion, to earn a shot at the belt at CWC Worldwide. I earned that. Then look at what I’ve done here.
He pauses and nods confidently.
Jay Gallagher: Needless to say, there’s a reason I’m in this match. Jacob Daniels, the most intimidating man in this tournament, thinks that I’m scared of him. Let me tell you, I don’t back down from anyone. I will do whatever it takes to win this and while I know that JD has done a ton in his career, he’s been in and out of the sport for the last year so much, you’d wonder if he still has the passion.
Jay shrugs.
Jay Gallagher: Simply put, I’m the guy you should count on to win this tournament and become the number one contender for the Hardcore Championship. It doesn’t matter who is holding it by then, it could be Jade, it could be Cass again… But that belt is going to be mine. Count on it.
Jay nods confidently before walking away from the scene.
Match Two:
Phoenix Q v Mariano Fernandez v Gray Malone
The first half of the match had been a concentrated bout between Phoenix and Manny as the two battled it out as if dueling for the crown in a kingdom. They made sure to remember Gray, especially when he made his presence known when he’d thwart their plans to lock in successful submission moves and slams on one another. It seemed to be a two on one bout for a moment as Gray dodged and ducked hits from both Phoenix and Manny, looking to get the third man out of the way so that they could focus on fighting one another. It got to the point where they irish whipped Gray into the ropes and he bounced off, coming back strong with a double clothesline that took all three competitors to the outside. As Manny gets to his feet, Phoenix and Gray battle it out before she irish whips him into the steel steps. She quickly yanks him to his feet and Gray quickly spears her into the barricade. Her face contorts up in pain as he hoists her up onto his shoulders, ready to slam her onto the ground when Manny charges Gray and begins working him over with a furry of punches. Gray staggers and Phoenix, who is still seated on his shoulders, doesnt want to go down with him so when Gray falls to his knees, she easily makes it off of his shoulders and high fives Manny before kicking him in the groin.
The crowd ooohs and applauds a bit as she shrugs cockily and turns her attention back to Manny when she notices that Gray isn’t getting onto his feet fast enough. Manny shakes his head disapprovingly at Phoenix and the two face off once again until Gray shoves Phoenix into the commentator’s table and makes a go at Manny, trading punches with him until he gets the upper hand and gets Manny in position, ready to hit ‘You Lose’ when Phoenix hits Gray in the back with the steel pipe she brought out to the ring. He falls to his knees and she cracks the pipe across his back once more and then rolls Manny into the ring. She politely allows Manny time to get to his feet before the two go at it like wild animals looking to tear each other apart. Manny gets the upper hand and sees Gray on the apron, causing Manny to charge him and hit him with The Gadfly, sending Gray back to the ground outside. With his back turned, Phoenix quickly sprints forward and uses Manny’s shoulders to give her a boost up as she hoists herself up on his shoulders and falls back into a backflip to hit Sacrificio! The crowd goes insane as Phoenix gets to her feet, sees Gray is still on the outside trying to get himself together that has Phoenix looking to go for the pin on Manny when a loud inhuman scream is heard filling the arena and then…
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
The familiar music seems to catch Phoenix’s attention, her green eyes widened into saucers as she stands to her feet and looks at the stage with growing paranoia. The distraction gives the weak Manny enough time to make it to his feet as he grabs Phoenix’s discarded steel pipe and cracks her in the back of the head with it! She goes down and Manny looks a bit sympathetic before he rolls her over, going for the cover when Gray yanks Manny to his feet and ties up with him as the two men try to best one another for the next five minutes. Manny goes for an ankle lock when Gray is on the mat that Gray maneuvers his way out of and as soon as he makes it to his feet, he spears Manny to the mat. Manny then gets to his feet and the two battle it out with trying to take each other out with their trademark moves when Gray finally gets one over on Manny as he is finally successful in hitting ‘You Lose’. Manny is out and Phoenix is slowly getting to her feet, grabbing Gray by his ankles and dragging him off of Manny as soon as the ref hit the mat for a two count. Irritated, Gray gets to his feet and swings at Phoenix, who ducks and hits him with the Firebird Kick when that successful roundhouse kick connects to the side of his head. Gray goes down beside the out cold Manny and Phoenix staggers back, still out of it from that blow to the back of her head as the blood rolls down her neck. She ends up stretching herself over to lay over both men as the ref pounds the mat and she gets the three.
The first half of the match had been a concentrated bout between Phoenix and Manny as the two battled it out as if dueling for the crown in a kingdom. They made sure to remember Gray, especially when he made his presence known when he’d thwart their plans to lock in successful submission moves and slams on one another. It seemed to be a two on one bout for a moment as Gray dodged and ducked hits from both Phoenix and Manny, looking to get the third man out of the way so that they could focus on fighting one another. It got to the point where they irish whipped Gray into the ropes and he bounced off, coming back strong with a double clothesline that took all three competitors to the outside. As Manny gets to his feet, Phoenix and Gray battle it out before she irish whips him into the steel steps. She quickly yanks him to his feet and Gray quickly spears her into the barricade. Her face contorts up in pain as he hoists her up onto his shoulders, ready to slam her onto the ground when Manny charges Gray and begins working him over with a furry of punches. Gray staggers and Phoenix, who is still seated on his shoulders, doesnt want to go down with him so when Gray falls to his knees, she easily makes it off of his shoulders and high fives Manny before kicking him in the groin.
The crowd ooohs and applauds a bit as she shrugs cockily and turns her attention back to Manny when she notices that Gray isn’t getting onto his feet fast enough. Manny shakes his head disapprovingly at Phoenix and the two face off once again until Gray shoves Phoenix into the commentator’s table and makes a go at Manny, trading punches with him until he gets the upper hand and gets Manny in position, ready to hit ‘You Lose’ when Phoenix hits Gray in the back with the steel pipe she brought out to the ring. He falls to his knees and she cracks the pipe across his back once more and then rolls Manny into the ring. She politely allows Manny time to get to his feet before the two go at it like wild animals looking to tear each other apart. Manny gets the upper hand and sees Gray on the apron, causing Manny to charge him and hit him with The Gadfly, sending Gray back to the ground outside. With his back turned, Phoenix quickly sprints forward and uses Manny’s shoulders to give her a boost up as she hoists herself up on his shoulders and falls back into a backflip to hit Sacrificio! The crowd goes insane as Phoenix gets to her feet, sees Gray is still on the outside trying to get himself together that has Phoenix looking to go for the pin on Manny when a loud inhuman scream is heard filling the arena and then…
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
The familiar music seems to catch Phoenix’s attention, her green eyes widened into saucers as she stands to her feet and looks at the stage with growing paranoia. The distraction gives the weak Manny enough time to make it to his feet as he grabs Phoenix’s discarded steel pipe and cracks her in the back of the head with it! She goes down and Manny looks a bit sympathetic before he rolls her over, going for the cover when Gray yanks Manny to his feet and ties up with him as the two men try to best one another for the next five minutes. Manny goes for an ankle lock when Gray is on the mat that Gray maneuvers his way out of and as soon as he makes it to his feet, he spears Manny to the mat. Manny then gets to his feet and the two battle it out with trying to take each other out with their trademark moves when Gray finally gets one over on Manny as he is finally successful in hitting ‘You Lose’. Manny is out and Phoenix is slowly getting to her feet, grabbing Gray by his ankles and dragging him off of Manny as soon as the ref hit the mat for a two count. Irritated, Gray gets to his feet and swings at Phoenix, who ducks and hits him with the Firebird Kick when that successful roundhouse kick connects to the side of his head. Gray goes down beside the out cold Manny and Phoenix staggers back, still out of it from that blow to the back of her head as the blood rolls down her neck. She ends up stretching herself over to lay over both men as the ref pounds the mat and she gets the three.
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The scene opens to Jacob Daniels’ locker room. The muscular and large man sits on a metal folding chair, leaning back against a bank of lockers. A smirk sits on his face as he eyes up the camera. Already dressed for his match with a Liberty Pro shirt on he rubs at his bearded chin.
Jacob Daniels: Tonight… I move one step closer to the finals of this tournament and stake my claim as one of the best in this industry today. Hell, I have already done that but topping the names that signed up for this thing? Outlasting all those so called greats and blowhards? That's just icing on top of the cake.
Daniels lets out a small chuckle.
Jacob Daniels: To do so I need to get past the young upstart that's Jay Gallagher and someone that will forever just be known as Blair’s sister, Court Kivisto. Now I'm sure there is more than meets the eye with Court, like she's Cash’s girlfriend or someone else's something, because let's be honest here… Court Kivisto is basically nothing. Nothing defines her other than the company she keeps or who she's related to. How do got this far? Well, I guess being that close in proximity to her sister for so long she's bound to pick up some pointers. But much like anyone with the last name Kivisto… Or Laroux… I'm the end for them.
Jacob lightly shrugs his shoulders as he lets out a sigh.
Jacob Daniels: As for Jay? Again he's another person that is only defined by those around him. His tag partners or nonexistent girlfriends… Not much else stands out about him. He would almost come off as bland if it wasn't for how whiny he can be. But what can you expect from a guy that was banging Cass Baumer and now Gray Malone’s daughter? I wonder how much of a factor was the prize of fighting Cass was for Jay. It's pretty sad that despite how obnoxious and stupid Cass is, people still tend to put up with her and like her more than Jay. Maybe that's why he wanted to join this tournament and make a name for himself… Because let's be honest… He didn't have one before or after banging Baumer.
Daniels slowly rises to his feet, his large frame filling the camera’s view
Jacob Daniels: Game on little ones… Game on.
The scene opens to Jacob Daniels’ locker room. The muscular and large man sits on a metal folding chair, leaning back against a bank of lockers. A smirk sits on his face as he eyes up the camera. Already dressed for his match with a Liberty Pro shirt on he rubs at his bearded chin.
Jacob Daniels: Tonight… I move one step closer to the finals of this tournament and stake my claim as one of the best in this industry today. Hell, I have already done that but topping the names that signed up for this thing? Outlasting all those so called greats and blowhards? That's just icing on top of the cake.
Daniels lets out a small chuckle.
Jacob Daniels: To do so I need to get past the young upstart that's Jay Gallagher and someone that will forever just be known as Blair’s sister, Court Kivisto. Now I'm sure there is more than meets the eye with Court, like she's Cash’s girlfriend or someone else's something, because let's be honest here… Court Kivisto is basically nothing. Nothing defines her other than the company she keeps or who she's related to. How do got this far? Well, I guess being that close in proximity to her sister for so long she's bound to pick up some pointers. But much like anyone with the last name Kivisto… Or Laroux… I'm the end for them.
Jacob lightly shrugs his shoulders as he lets out a sigh.
Jacob Daniels: As for Jay? Again he's another person that is only defined by those around him. His tag partners or nonexistent girlfriends… Not much else stands out about him. He would almost come off as bland if it wasn't for how whiny he can be. But what can you expect from a guy that was banging Cass Baumer and now Gray Malone’s daughter? I wonder how much of a factor was the prize of fighting Cass was for Jay. It's pretty sad that despite how obnoxious and stupid Cass is, people still tend to put up with her and like her more than Jay. Maybe that's why he wanted to join this tournament and make a name for himself… Because let's be honest… He didn't have one before or after banging Baumer.
Daniels slowly rises to his feet, his large frame filling the camera’s view
Jacob Daniels: Game on little ones… Game on.
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The footage cuts to the backstage area where Ace Watson stands in front of a red-curtained backdrop. Dressed in casual clothes, the Hardcore Invitational participant looks ready to speak.
Ace Watson: So, tonight, the FAW Hardcore Invitational Quarter Finals and Semi Finals will take place!
He leaves a moment for the crowd watching on the big screen from their seats to cheer, which they do, excited for the show ahead of them.
Ace Watson: And tonight I came prepared to fight two matches. See, I respect both Blair and Hutch, you are both great competitors, but I have always thrived in multi-competitor matches. I won my most recent title in a triple threat match, which I'm sure another participant in this tournament will love to be reminded of.
Ace chuckles to himself, with a few fans in the audience who followed VoW joining him.
Ace Watson: But anyway, matches like triple threats... Anything can happen. You have to be aware of everything going on around you at all times. That person you knocked out of the ring a few moments ago? They could be playing possum. That finishing move you just hit on one of your two opponents? You may not even get the chance to cover before someone's thrown you out of the ring to steal the victory. And that small opening you may leave in your offence, or your defence, when you least expect it? I'll see it, and I'll strike. That's what I've always done, I'm smart in that ring, I see opportunities. I know where myself and my opponents are at all times. Triple threat matches, fatal four ways, five... They're what I'm great at.
Watson pauses.
Ace Watson: Again though, of course, I'm not doubting either of my opponents just because I've had success in this match type before. That would be very foolish of me. Especially when any of my tactics may end up being thrown off when you add the Hardcore element to this match. I'll admit once again that I'm no weapons expert, I'm not deathmatch specialist... But I'm willing to go to any length to get into that semi-final, because it'll bring myself steps closer to my goals. If you've been paying attention to me you already know them. I'm rebuilding my reputation and fighting to give my daughter a father to look up to. And if it takes going to extreme lengths to do that, I will.
...And I'll do the same should I reach those semi-finals. Whoever it ends up being against, Court, Jay, Jacob... I'll bring my all. And I hope everyone I face tonight does too.
He nods, affirming what he had said, giving his words time to breathe.
Ace Watson: But by the time this show is over, you'll all be talking about how tonight was the night of Ace Watson.
Watson smirks, confidently, the crowd cheering in the background before the scene fades to black a few moments later.
The footage cuts to the backstage area where Ace Watson stands in front of a red-curtained backdrop. Dressed in casual clothes, the Hardcore Invitational participant looks ready to speak.
Ace Watson: So, tonight, the FAW Hardcore Invitational Quarter Finals and Semi Finals will take place!
He leaves a moment for the crowd watching on the big screen from their seats to cheer, which they do, excited for the show ahead of them.
Ace Watson: And tonight I came prepared to fight two matches. See, I respect both Blair and Hutch, you are both great competitors, but I have always thrived in multi-competitor matches. I won my most recent title in a triple threat match, which I'm sure another participant in this tournament will love to be reminded of.
Ace chuckles to himself, with a few fans in the audience who followed VoW joining him.
Ace Watson: But anyway, matches like triple threats... Anything can happen. You have to be aware of everything going on around you at all times. That person you knocked out of the ring a few moments ago? They could be playing possum. That finishing move you just hit on one of your two opponents? You may not even get the chance to cover before someone's thrown you out of the ring to steal the victory. And that small opening you may leave in your offence, or your defence, when you least expect it? I'll see it, and I'll strike. That's what I've always done, I'm smart in that ring, I see opportunities. I know where myself and my opponents are at all times. Triple threat matches, fatal four ways, five... They're what I'm great at.
Watson pauses.
Ace Watson: Again though, of course, I'm not doubting either of my opponents just because I've had success in this match type before. That would be very foolish of me. Especially when any of my tactics may end up being thrown off when you add the Hardcore element to this match. I'll admit once again that I'm no weapons expert, I'm not deathmatch specialist... But I'm willing to go to any length to get into that semi-final, because it'll bring myself steps closer to my goals. If you've been paying attention to me you already know them. I'm rebuilding my reputation and fighting to give my daughter a father to look up to. And if it takes going to extreme lengths to do that, I will.
...And I'll do the same should I reach those semi-finals. Whoever it ends up being against, Court, Jay, Jacob... I'll bring my all. And I hope everyone I face tonight does too.
He nods, affirming what he had said, giving his words time to breathe.
Ace Watson: But by the time this show is over, you'll all be talking about how tonight was the night of Ace Watson.
Watson smirks, confidently, the crowd cheering in the background before the scene fades to black a few moments later.
Match Three:
Court Kivisto v Jay Gallagher v Jacob Daniels
To begin, Court and Jay decided to team up against the formidably larger Jacob Daniels, for a while the strategy worked and the pair were able to work him over, taking him t a knee and removing his height advantage. But the pair got too cocky too quickly and then it was Daniels who was quick to put Court out of the ring and onto her back flat on the mats, before turning his attention to Jay. Jay and Jacob traded shots back and forth before Jacob bounced Gallagher off the ropes and into a scoop slam, laying him out.
This had left Court time to get back in the ring and a hard elbow to the back of Daniel's neck followed by a swift and sharp kick to the back of his knee forced him to take it. Kneeling on the canvas Daniels again was laid into by the double team and he continued to fight back valiantly. Eventually the numbers game took over and the pair were able to thrust Jacob into the turnbuckle before Court disappeared from the ring, coming back in with a baseball bat, which Jacob wrenched from her hands and all but wrapped around the side of Court's head. She hit the canvas out cold and Jay used the moment to capitalize, bending a newly acquired chair over the head of Daniels, taking several strikes of the chair to finally send him down to the mat. As Jacob rolled out of the ring, Court had somehow got to her feet, swaying just a little she had the bat in her hand once more and buried it into Jay's shoulder; both running on adrenaline, Jay reared on her and used the bent and beaten chair to finally knock her down for good, before picking up the pin.
Winner: Jay Gallagher
To begin, Court and Jay decided to team up against the formidably larger Jacob Daniels, for a while the strategy worked and the pair were able to work him over, taking him t a knee and removing his height advantage. But the pair got too cocky too quickly and then it was Daniels who was quick to put Court out of the ring and onto her back flat on the mats, before turning his attention to Jay. Jay and Jacob traded shots back and forth before Jacob bounced Gallagher off the ropes and into a scoop slam, laying him out.
This had left Court time to get back in the ring and a hard elbow to the back of Daniel's neck followed by a swift and sharp kick to the back of his knee forced him to take it. Kneeling on the canvas Daniels again was laid into by the double team and he continued to fight back valiantly. Eventually the numbers game took over and the pair were able to thrust Jacob into the turnbuckle before Court disappeared from the ring, coming back in with a baseball bat, which Jacob wrenched from her hands and all but wrapped around the side of Court's head. She hit the canvas out cold and Jay used the moment to capitalize, bending a newly acquired chair over the head of Daniels, taking several strikes of the chair to finally send him down to the mat. As Jacob rolled out of the ring, Court had somehow got to her feet, swaying just a little she had the bat in her hand once more and buried it into Jay's shoulder; both running on adrenaline, Jay reared on her and used the bent and beaten chair to finally knock her down for good, before picking up the pin.
Winner: Jay Gallagher
SEGMENT
The scene opens in the back where Tanner Halsey is shaking up cans of Budweiser and spraying them all over the catering area. He has a huge smile on his face as he dumps a can of beer over a staffers head.
Tanner Halsey: Fuck yeah buddy! I did this shit! Moving on knocking off the Bitch Squad!
Tanner downs one of the cans of beer before opening another one and spraying it all over the place.
Tanner Halsey: Rylee baby! Get ready cause Daddy's coming home and we gonna fuck!!
Tanner sprays the camera with beer as the signal cuts out.
The scene opens in the back where Tanner Halsey is shaking up cans of Budweiser and spraying them all over the catering area. He has a huge smile on his face as he dumps a can of beer over a staffers head.
Tanner Halsey: Fuck yeah buddy! I did this shit! Moving on knocking off the Bitch Squad!
Tanner downs one of the cans of beer before opening another one and spraying it all over the place.
Tanner Halsey: Rylee baby! Get ready cause Daddy's coming home and we gonna fuck!!
Tanner sprays the camera with beer as the signal cuts out.
SEGMENT
Sitting on a crate as Gabriel Laroux checks the back of her head, Phoenix Quagliaterre stubbornly pushes his hands away and mutters that she is fine. He becomes irritated as he holds a bag of ice wrapped in cloth against her head and orders her to stay still. Approaching footsteps are heard as Xavier Laroux comes speeding around the corner in a hurry, looking around until he sees her. Gabriel looks up from the bag of ice to see Xavier heading towards them and the older brother smirks from the expression etched across Xavier's face. At that time, Phoenix spots the cameraman and motions for him to come closer as Gabriel rolls his eyes with heavy disapproval as he starts in on Phoenix.
Gabriel Laroux: Really, right now? Is this really the time for this when you need to relax and focus-
Xavier Laroux: I've got it handled. You can go now... cause don't ya got a match tonight you losin'?
Gabriel smirks at his younger brother for a moment before handing Phoenix the cloth covered ice as he heads down the hall. Xavier turns his attention to Phoenix as he begins moving her hair out of the way to check her wound while grabbing for the bag of ice as Phoenix stares at the camera.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Well... I did it. Two men... one match.. and i have the damage to prove it. Manny got me down but I wasn't out.. even with my mind a bit fuzzy and slightly light headed, i am still ready for more action. Because i remember now why wrestling was why I used to live for... the adrenaline that pumps through your body, getting you amped up like a car getting jump started as you prep for another match to accomplish yet another win. Working tirelessly in the gym to improve your strength and studying tapes of your opponents over and over again to work out strategies on the best way to take them down. I was too much for them in my match when even my own steel pipe couldn't keep me down. I kicked out at two..... TWO
She holds up two fingers for more emphasis.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: The taste of victory only seems to get sweeter and sweeter as i get closer to that title shot... making more bodies fall as my hand gets raised in the air all the same, match after match in my Tournament as i continue to improve.. continue to knock off more and more of my ring dust like X knocks the pu-
Phoenix quickly coughs as the camera shows Xavier smirking cockily, knowing what she was going to say.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Ahem... the point I am trying to make is that after each match that I have, I seem to be getting back in tune with myself wrestling wise. Wrestling on and off for a decade, I would be a fool to think that after a two year retirement, I could just jump back into the ring and be back in my prime with a snap of a finger knowing that that without extensive training to prep for the tournament, it could be all over for me with a snap of an arm. I called it... that it would end up with me facing Tanner. Because one of his opponents turns to a damn pepper spray in a hardcore match like she's going to fight off a robber in a dark alley and the other one wasn't even secure in this tournament with thinking of herself as just yet another name, another body in a tournament filled with people she felt were far more superior than her. I took my opponents tonight seriously but not as much, maybe because it's what I did to Scion... I am still riding high off my ego growing three sizes from how I made her scream for me in the middle of that ring. Maybe it's because I am so close to the title being within my reach that I can just... taste it... smell it... feel it. I've never wanted something sooooo badly in my life- ouch!
Xavier pinches her arm on the sly as he gives her a deadpanned look with a raise of his eyebrow.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I meaaaaant besides you, babe... anywho.. I'm happy I get to face off against Tanner.. and then I am going to take out whoever is next after him. I am looking to give Tanner a challenge after that easy match he had, knowing that he deserved something much more difficult and a helluva lot interesting. That match with Trixie and Katie was a certified spar match but with me? You're on your way to a real live show down. So get ready to bow down on your shaking knees as you hail Pheness and I am treated to a challenge as i try to take you down and well... end up succeeding. I have waaaaaay too much respect for you to say that I know this will not be an easy fight and this will be a challenging feat to pull off... but it is not impossible and whether it takes 10 minutes or 20... I WILL beat you.
She pauses for a moment as she feels the pack of ice being pressed into her head more.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I bet you're wondering if this injury is going to give you the advantage in our match.... but trust me that I am fine. I have taken worse pain than this and have had worse happen to me... hell I might encounter more damage stepping into the ring with you but even if I have to limp out of the arena tonight? I am taking two wins and a chance to face off against the last competitor of the tournament next show, with me. To be quite honest, I wouldn't be upset or ashamed if I were taken out by Tanner. Losing to him is a better way to go than if I were to lose to the likes of Scion. You're most likely the underdog in this match because lets be quite honest here, I'm the star... the fan favorite. You mentioned week one of the tournament how you were barely known but looking to change that with becoming successful in Empire and between me and you, with how well you've been doing in the tournament and outside of it? You are not a nobody. You've definitely put yourself on notice and trust that we all see you, boo. There's just one thing though...
Phoenix taps Xavier's hand for him to remove the pack of ice from the back of her head when she begins to feel numbness.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Doesn't matter if they say your name... they will ALWAYS say my name louder. They will scream my name as if they are yelling it off Mount Everest. You probably have those cute little poster boards with your name spelled out in Crayola Magic Markers being thrust with excitement from the crowd but I have the legit shit with merchandise... probably even better posters and I am the reason this tournament is being clocked like a probation officer watching his offender because the came to see ME. They tune in... to see me. I am this tournament.. I'm probably rubbing the hell out of my ego right now and lord knows how much I love to rub... but i'm also spitting facts right now. But let's be honest... it doesn't matter if the lights shine brighter on me or even that I have alot more money than you.. it all boils down to who is better in the ring. And as much as i respect you and want to see you win all the time? You just aren't winning against me. I encourage you to bring your best but my best will always be better. If you were to beat me, i'd actually give you credit... maybe even some applause, but just know that when you hear the audience going insane once the bell rings for our match to be over? They will be clapping for me.. as i tower over your fallen body with my hand stretched into the air. Because I don't just sell dreams, suga... I make them...
Knowing that she needed to recharge because the night was far from over, she takes a deep breath and waves her hand for the cameraman to leave. The cameraman hesitates, wanting to make sure that he captured her if she did start speaking again as he waits around for a moment. Xavier takes notice and cuts his eyes at the cameraman, causing the man to quickly grab his equipment and make a beeline down the hallway while Xavier attended to his fiancee, helping her to her feet from the crate.
Sitting on a crate as Gabriel Laroux checks the back of her head, Phoenix Quagliaterre stubbornly pushes his hands away and mutters that she is fine. He becomes irritated as he holds a bag of ice wrapped in cloth against her head and orders her to stay still. Approaching footsteps are heard as Xavier Laroux comes speeding around the corner in a hurry, looking around until he sees her. Gabriel looks up from the bag of ice to see Xavier heading towards them and the older brother smirks from the expression etched across Xavier's face. At that time, Phoenix spots the cameraman and motions for him to come closer as Gabriel rolls his eyes with heavy disapproval as he starts in on Phoenix.
Gabriel Laroux: Really, right now? Is this really the time for this when you need to relax and focus-
Xavier Laroux: I've got it handled. You can go now... cause don't ya got a match tonight you losin'?
Gabriel smirks at his younger brother for a moment before handing Phoenix the cloth covered ice as he heads down the hall. Xavier turns his attention to Phoenix as he begins moving her hair out of the way to check her wound while grabbing for the bag of ice as Phoenix stares at the camera.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Well... I did it. Two men... one match.. and i have the damage to prove it. Manny got me down but I wasn't out.. even with my mind a bit fuzzy and slightly light headed, i am still ready for more action. Because i remember now why wrestling was why I used to live for... the adrenaline that pumps through your body, getting you amped up like a car getting jump started as you prep for another match to accomplish yet another win. Working tirelessly in the gym to improve your strength and studying tapes of your opponents over and over again to work out strategies on the best way to take them down. I was too much for them in my match when even my own steel pipe couldn't keep me down. I kicked out at two..... TWO
She holds up two fingers for more emphasis.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: The taste of victory only seems to get sweeter and sweeter as i get closer to that title shot... making more bodies fall as my hand gets raised in the air all the same, match after match in my Tournament as i continue to improve.. continue to knock off more and more of my ring dust like X knocks the pu-
Phoenix quickly coughs as the camera shows Xavier smirking cockily, knowing what she was going to say.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Ahem... the point I am trying to make is that after each match that I have, I seem to be getting back in tune with myself wrestling wise. Wrestling on and off for a decade, I would be a fool to think that after a two year retirement, I could just jump back into the ring and be back in my prime with a snap of a finger knowing that that without extensive training to prep for the tournament, it could be all over for me with a snap of an arm. I called it... that it would end up with me facing Tanner. Because one of his opponents turns to a damn pepper spray in a hardcore match like she's going to fight off a robber in a dark alley and the other one wasn't even secure in this tournament with thinking of herself as just yet another name, another body in a tournament filled with people she felt were far more superior than her. I took my opponents tonight seriously but not as much, maybe because it's what I did to Scion... I am still riding high off my ego growing three sizes from how I made her scream for me in the middle of that ring. Maybe it's because I am so close to the title being within my reach that I can just... taste it... smell it... feel it. I've never wanted something sooooo badly in my life- ouch!
Xavier pinches her arm on the sly as he gives her a deadpanned look with a raise of his eyebrow.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I meaaaaant besides you, babe... anywho.. I'm happy I get to face off against Tanner.. and then I am going to take out whoever is next after him. I am looking to give Tanner a challenge after that easy match he had, knowing that he deserved something much more difficult and a helluva lot interesting. That match with Trixie and Katie was a certified spar match but with me? You're on your way to a real live show down. So get ready to bow down on your shaking knees as you hail Pheness and I am treated to a challenge as i try to take you down and well... end up succeeding. I have waaaaaay too much respect for you to say that I know this will not be an easy fight and this will be a challenging feat to pull off... but it is not impossible and whether it takes 10 minutes or 20... I WILL beat you.
She pauses for a moment as she feels the pack of ice being pressed into her head more.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: I bet you're wondering if this injury is going to give you the advantage in our match.... but trust me that I am fine. I have taken worse pain than this and have had worse happen to me... hell I might encounter more damage stepping into the ring with you but even if I have to limp out of the arena tonight? I am taking two wins and a chance to face off against the last competitor of the tournament next show, with me. To be quite honest, I wouldn't be upset or ashamed if I were taken out by Tanner. Losing to him is a better way to go than if I were to lose to the likes of Scion. You're most likely the underdog in this match because lets be quite honest here, I'm the star... the fan favorite. You mentioned week one of the tournament how you were barely known but looking to change that with becoming successful in Empire and between me and you, with how well you've been doing in the tournament and outside of it? You are not a nobody. You've definitely put yourself on notice and trust that we all see you, boo. There's just one thing though...
Phoenix taps Xavier's hand for him to remove the pack of ice from the back of her head when she begins to feel numbness.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Doesn't matter if they say your name... they will ALWAYS say my name louder. They will scream my name as if they are yelling it off Mount Everest. You probably have those cute little poster boards with your name spelled out in Crayola Magic Markers being thrust with excitement from the crowd but I have the legit shit with merchandise... probably even better posters and I am the reason this tournament is being clocked like a probation officer watching his offender because the came to see ME. They tune in... to see me. I am this tournament.. I'm probably rubbing the hell out of my ego right now and lord knows how much I love to rub... but i'm also spitting facts right now. But let's be honest... it doesn't matter if the lights shine brighter on me or even that I have alot more money than you.. it all boils down to who is better in the ring. And as much as i respect you and want to see you win all the time? You just aren't winning against me. I encourage you to bring your best but my best will always be better. If you were to beat me, i'd actually give you credit... maybe even some applause, but just know that when you hear the audience going insane once the bell rings for our match to be over? They will be clapping for me.. as i tower over your fallen body with my hand stretched into the air. Because I don't just sell dreams, suga... I make them...
Knowing that she needed to recharge because the night was far from over, she takes a deep breath and waves her hand for the cameraman to leave. The cameraman hesitates, wanting to make sure that he captured her if she did start speaking again as he waits around for a moment. Xavier takes notice and cuts his eyes at the cameraman, causing the man to quickly grab his equipment and make a beeline down the hallway while Xavier attended to his fiancee, helping her to her feet from the crate.
Match Four:
Blair Kivisto v Ace Watson v Matt Shields
Due to an unfilmed attack earlier in the night where Hutch Lanahan was taken out by his previous opponent Matt Shields; Shields replaced Hutch in this match.
Blair came out already armed with brass knuckles on her fist, just as Shields made it into the ring, she cold clocked him and sent him down to the mat totally out. She went for the pin which was quickly and easily broken up my Ace, who managed to all but duck the swing from Blair, barely being grazed by the knucks he shook the shot off and drove her face first by the hair into the turnbuckle, forcibly removing said brass knuckles.
Shields showed no sign of stirring as the pair spilled out of the ring and battled around it. Blair forced the announcers from their table and slammed Ace face down into it, obviously going for a drop through the table, Ace was able to counter out and instead launched her into the barrier, dragging her up by her hair once more. Blair's face was driven into the steps a few times. A low blow released her from the situation and once again the pair traded blows with Blair eventually with a belly to back suplex, destroyed the steps with Ace's body.
Both unshaky on their feet, they battled their way back on top of the table; after a failed lift Blair then put Watson through the table, but he pulled up on the way down making them share the impact as the table collapsed into utter wreckage beneath them. Watson just managed to get into the ring, throwing himself on the still out Shields and hooking the leg; Blair just made it into the ring but was too late to break up the count.
Winner: Ace Watson
Due to an unfilmed attack earlier in the night where Hutch Lanahan was taken out by his previous opponent Matt Shields; Shields replaced Hutch in this match.
Blair came out already armed with brass knuckles on her fist, just as Shields made it into the ring, she cold clocked him and sent him down to the mat totally out. She went for the pin which was quickly and easily broken up my Ace, who managed to all but duck the swing from Blair, barely being grazed by the knucks he shook the shot off and drove her face first by the hair into the turnbuckle, forcibly removing said brass knuckles.
Shields showed no sign of stirring as the pair spilled out of the ring and battled around it. Blair forced the announcers from their table and slammed Ace face down into it, obviously going for a drop through the table, Ace was able to counter out and instead launched her into the barrier, dragging her up by her hair once more. Blair's face was driven into the steps a few times. A low blow released her from the situation and once again the pair traded blows with Blair eventually with a belly to back suplex, destroyed the steps with Ace's body.
Both unshaky on their feet, they battled their way back on top of the table; after a failed lift Blair then put Watson through the table, but he pulled up on the way down making them share the impact as the table collapsed into utter wreckage beneath them. Watson just managed to get into the ring, throwing himself on the still out Shields and hooking the leg; Blair just made it into the ring but was too late to break up the count.
Winner: Ace Watson
As Ace pulls to his feet in the ring, his celebration is cut short by the presence of Zooey Anderson on the stage, mic in hand she calls for the music to be cut. A smirk on her lips, she nods down at Ace who uses the ropes to steady himself.
Zooey Anderson: After some exceptional performances tonight and some... Unfortunate medical reports; there will be no Semi Finals continuing on tonight.
As the fans boo, Zooey holds up a hand and shakes her head slowly.
Zooey Anderson: Due to this, I had to get a little...Creative and, in my infinite wisdom; I have decided to reward all four Semi Finalists tonight because, at Purgatory... Tanner Halsey, Phoenix Q, Jay Gallagher and of course, Ace Watson will face off in a Fatal 4-Way Elimination Chamber match to decide the winner of the Hardcore Open Invitational 2017.
She claps along with the crowd for a moment as an image comes up on the screen behind her.
Zooey Anderson: As always, the match will be Hardcore rules, so good luck to all of you; because you are going to need it!
Zooey Anderson: After some exceptional performances tonight and some... Unfortunate medical reports; there will be no Semi Finals continuing on tonight.
As the fans boo, Zooey holds up a hand and shakes her head slowly.
Zooey Anderson: Due to this, I had to get a little...Creative and, in my infinite wisdom; I have decided to reward all four Semi Finalists tonight because, at Purgatory... Tanner Halsey, Phoenix Q, Jay Gallagher and of course, Ace Watson will face off in a Fatal 4-Way Elimination Chamber match to decide the winner of the Hardcore Open Invitational 2017.
She claps along with the crowd for a moment as an image comes up on the screen behind her.
Zooey Anderson: As always, the match will be Hardcore rules, so good luck to all of you; because you are going to need it!