Post by Chelsea Taylor on Jun 21, 2018 2:15:45 GMT
Fight Song by Rachel Platten blasts from the PA as pyrotechnics shoot off around the video screen and rampway. The crowd is loud and ready for some action.
Terry Hanson: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the second edition of Queen City Pro Wrestling, we have another action packed night! I don’t know about you Brian but I am excited!
Brian Hodges: Of course I’m excited! This is another big night, too bad I have to sit next to you again.
Terry Hanson: Well now since that’s out of the way let’s get down to the show!
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
Kenzi was in a much better frame of mind this time around as she prepared for her tag team match, her very first one teaming with Roxy Cotton. Roxy’s debut had been great, but Kenzi was unable to say the same, as she had practically laid down and let Brittany Williams pin her without a fight. This had earned her a great deal of heat from the back office, and a personal ass chewing from the boss. Tonight she would be under close scrutiny, so she needed to perform well.
Kenzi glanced up as the door burst open and Brittany Williams stormed in, looking none too happy. Kenzi stood up, ready to apologize again, but B-Brat was having none of it as she cut Kenzi off before she could say a word.
Brittany Williams: Well if it isn’t my EX best friend!
Brittany shakes her head in utter disgust as she glares daggers into the likes of Kenzi.
Brittany Williams: Don’t even say a word! You absolutely disgust me. We could have had an amazing match but instead you walked out on me and I don’t appreciate that! Especially seeing as we played the A Listers in Silver Lining among other stuff but that’s all in the past to you. You rather hang with Roxy instead of me! So go run with Malibu Barbie I can find new friends!
Kenzi let out a sigh of frustration, walking over to Brittany and putting her hand on her shoulder.
Kenzi Lacklan: B-Brat! You know that we ARE still friends! We always will be, but I need you to understand that I didn’t mean to embarrass you on the last show…I…I just wasn’t in a good place and after I heard how badly I hurt you…I couldn’t see myself fighting you! PLEASE! At least try to understand that! You are one of my best friends, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore with the stupid things I did in the past. Can we start over?
Kenzi waited anxiously for the girl’s reply.
Brittany Williams: Am I really?! My lack of a cool kids spot says differently. The way you treat says differently but it’s okay because.
Brittany smiles widely.
Brittany Williams: Tonight I found my own group of friends! I have the Brittourage!
Brittany claps her hands and as soon as she does Dawn Warren and Brittany’s friend Ryleigh Knite walk into the room. Kenzi seemed taken aback by Brittany’s need to have people around her, but at least she seemed happy and that was all that mattered. She nodded at Brittany’s new friends, and then looked back to B-Brat.
Kenzi Lacklan: Well, that’s great, B-Brat. I’m happy if you’re happy.
Brittany Williams: What would be great would be us to get in the ring and us have our match!
Brittany shakes her head in disgust.
Dawn Warren: You need to pay for your crimes. How you bullied me when me and Cindy tried to help you and my sister in law Kate be tag wrestlers!
Brittany Williams: All you ever seem to do is hurt people! You need to pay
All Kenzi could do was look at the three women. She couldn't deny anything that they said.
Kenzi Lacklan: Look, I hear what you guys are saying and I get it...I DO! I want to make things right, and I will do whatever it takes to show you...to show ALL of you that I have changed and I only want the best for all of you.
Brittany and her new crew don’t seem satisfied with Kenzi’s answer, but before things can turn physical, Kenzi’s tag team partner and her massive bodyguard, Maxine walk in.
Roxy Cotton: What in the hell is this, a Mickey Mouse Molestation Convention?
Brittany’s crew starts to go after The Bubble Gum Bombshell, but Brittany stops them, holding them at bay.
Brittany Williams: Not yet! Let my EX best friend and her ‘My Little Whore Barbie’ have their space…before the Brittourage takes their PLACE!
Brittany snaps her fingers and walks off, followed by her new crew. Roxy watches them leave and then looks at Kenzi with a frown.
Roxy Cotton: Goddamn! You must have been desperate for friends back in the day, huh bb?
Kenzi sighs as she walks to the door.
Kenzi Lacklan: I made her that way Roxy. Please don’t rub it in, okay? Now, let’s get out there and put on a show.
Roxy Cotton: Now, you’re talking!
The trio walk out, hoping to make a good impression.
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
We cut backstage to a random corridor within the arena. Amira is leaning against the white wall with an air of nonchalance. She is wearing a black crop top, leggings and white furry boots. Her dark locks, often wild and full of volume, have been straightened.
Amira: Tonight, I face the Wild Fox Ceithre Brennan. Don't know much about her. I do know she's Irish. She's a knight of the Squires Academy. She claims to see the best in everyone, so I wonder what she sees in me - because I'm the best submission wrestler in Queen City Pro. Yeah, there are more established stars, bigger names, women with extensive résumés. It's a pretty stacked roster and I'm not gonna pretend competing here won't be a challenge, because it will. I welcome challenges.
She flicks her hair back and stares into the camera.
Amira: But I've mastered the dark arts of submission wrestling. I was trained old school - which means I took a whipping every session in some dingy little outhouse. Each night, I would sit and cry in the shower, massaging my bruises, licking my wounds. Somehow, I made it through and I will be forever grateful to my trainer Billy Classic for not only sharing his years of expertise, but also toughening me up. He had to break me to rebuild me. Not just physically but also mentally. He had to put theory into practice and show me how to stalk an opponent, how to exploit their move set and use it against them.
She stops for a moment - wetting her lips - then continues.
Amira: Ceithre is aerial performer. That plays to my strengths. See, I'm a strategist in the ring; I'm cerebral, a huntress. There's no point wasting energy with springboard hurracanranas and 450 splashes when I have a more prolific, consistent approach. I pinpoint a certain body part - ideally one previously injured - and keep punishing it with a flurry of strikes and holds. What will Ceithre do when her knee buckles? How can she scale the turnbuckle to execute another dazzling high-flying move? I'll ground her and keep applying pressure until she cannot bear the agony any more, until she screams for mercy.
With a light chuckle, Amira steps forward but then her eyes suddenly narrow.
Amira: Foxes are very quick; when threatened, they can disappear into the night in the blink of an eye. But not when they're wounded, not when they have already succumbed to the vice of a hunter's trap. I love animals but tonight, I'm fox hunting.
She runs her thumb along her throat with a wicked grin as we cut back to ringside.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring from Warfield, Kentucky Emma James!
“Check it out” By Oh the larceny plays as Emma makes her way to the ring, she gives a few fans high fives, she climbs the ring steps and enters the ring she bounces from foot to foot waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent making her way to the ring “The Green Fox” Dawn Warren!
“Ain’t it Fun” by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Dawn makes her way out from behind the curtains smirking. She claps the hands of the roaring fans before sliding into the ring.
MATCH#1
The match starts with an armdrag from Dawn, Emma quickly gets to her feet and hits a drop kick, they tie up in a collar and elbow pushing each other back with neither getting the upper hand, the ref separates them. Emma catches an attempted kick to the stomach but is hit with a Step up Enziguri from Dawn as Emma shakes off the cobwebs Dawn whips her into the ropes and nails her with a stiff clothesline.
Emma lands several knife edge chops with chants of “Wooo” from the crowd as each one lands Dawn staggers back into the corner, Emma stands her up straight and drops her with a heart punch, Dawn writhes around on the mat clutching her chest, Emma sensing her chance goes for a pin
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Dawn grabs the bottom rope causing the ref to stop the count
Emma picks Dawn up by her arm, she attempts a short arm clothesline but it is ducked Dawn retaliates with a Tornado DDT, she goes for a pin but Emma gets her shoulder up for for the ref can count. Dawn whips Emma into the ropes but is taken down with a Lou Thez press Emma rains down punches to the side of Dawn’s head, the ref pulls her off before reaching the count of five.
Emma is held back as she tries to get past him to her opponent allowing Dawn time to get to her feet, as soon as the ref is out of the way Dawn charges and takes Emma down with a spear. Emma holds her stomach as Dawn lifts her up she hits With Great Power - Tilt-A-Whirl DDT which gets a loud pop from the crowd, Dawn turns toward them with a smile and yells “It’s Over!” she picks a woozy Emma up and hits her with Dawson City Drop - Backdrop Driver, she quickly rolls Emma onto her back and goes for a pin
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of pinfall…”The Green Fox” Dawn Warren!
Terry Hanson: Wow what a debut by both of these women! They were both quite impressive!
Brian Hodges: Yeah, impressively boring *Yawns*
Terry Hanson: Oh will you stop it?!?
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
We go backstage to Claire Rogers and Ximena Asensio. Known as the BGTL Movement, because Bitches Gots To Learn, it seems like Ximena is drilling some things in Claire’s head before their match against the Clear Connection.
Ximena: So stay focused, right?
Claire, easily a head shorter than her half-Mexican counterpart, rolls her eyes.
Claire: Look, I know what I gotta do, aight? We’ve gone over this, I’ma be fine.
Ximena: So no getting into fights with the fans.
Claire: Fine!
Ximena: No wasting time because you prefer taunting your opponents over getting some actual offense in.
Claire: Fine!
Ximena: No getting us disqualified by kicking the ref in the nuts because the count took too long!
Claire: We’ll see!
Ximena: Claire!!
Ximmie buried her face in her hands and shook her head, her raven black ponytail swing from one shoulder to the other.
Ximena: Please! Please take this seriously. We need this, okay? We need this win, we need this contract, we need Queen City! CWC pays well, but with SAP closing down, it’s not enough if we want to become known as the best team on the planet.
Claire laughed, much to Ximena’s annoyance, as she raised an eyebrow.
Ximena: What?
Claire: See, that’s the difference between us, Ximmie? You think we need Queen City? Nuh uh, girl. Queen City needs us!
Claire pointed to her chest.
Claire: Queen City needs us because we’re the biggest fucking stars on their entire roster! They need us because in their shitty roster of mediocrity, only we are a credible threat. They need us because we bring credibility and consistency. They need us because unlike the other lame wet fish on their payroll, we turn eyes, we bring the fire, we make people take notice, and we make people spend their hard earned cash to watch us do what we do better than anybody else! You think people will fork over their ough to watch Eavan Maloney? Taryn Willow-whatever? The only reason they spend it here is because they know people like us can slaughter them. Not even the Cool Kids draw, because they’re so all over the place people instinctively look for the remote every time their faces show up on screen!
Claire laughed again.
Claire: So that’s what!
Ximena sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to get through to her partner.
Ximena: Look, whatever, as long as you’re committed and on board, I’m fine with whatever your motivation is. Just don’t under….
Claire: There you go again, warning me not to underestimate them. Ximmie, I did my homework, aight? Kenzi’s just doing this wrestling stuff to prove her mother wrong. Shit, she took a dive last show, didn’t you see? She got all kinds of issues going on in her head, she’s probably more occupied with her next dumbass TV show than with our match. And Roxy? Shit, you the kind of drivel she posted, comparing you and me to horses!
Ximena: I don't care about what Roxy said.
Claire: But I fucking do! Nobody calls you a ugly ass ho but me.
Claire smirked, playfully punching Ximena’s ripped shoulder. It actually drew a smile from Ximena as well.
Ximena: Look, just try and go all out tonight, okay? Don’t hold back.
Claire: I never do, you should know that by now.
Ximena: Great, I-…
Ximena suddenly looked up, looking at the camera’s that were filming her from a distance. Claire saw them too, but the tiny little spitfire wasn’t quite as amused.
Claire: The fuck y’all want? Y’all want a scoop from the BGTL? Fine, get your skinny asses over here.
The cameramen got closer and zoomed out, creating a bit of a vertigo effect. Claire crossed her arms as they stopped right in front of them.
Ximena: All right, people of Queen City. You know who we are. We’re not here to play second fiddle to others. We’re here to dominate our division and send the rest home packing. We’re here to become tag team champions, like we’ve been in CWC and WCS.
Claire: And Ximena’s being polite. But we’re gonna rip right through the rest. We’re gonna send the rest of you weak bitches home crying. And we’re gonna start tonight with the Clear Connection. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Kenzi. She a hypocrite, but she’s a uch better woman than I am. But like my partner Ximmie here, Kenzi, stop fooling yourself by trying to take the high road. Unleash that ruthless aggression you all know we got, or you won’t stand a chance tonight. And as for you, Roxy, you orange-colored delusional puddle of monkey spit, the only lasting memory people will have of you tonight will be a crusty paper towel in the bin of a lonely teen. You crossed a line when you tried to get personal with me and mine. And we’re ‘bout to pay you back a thousandfold. Because Bitches! Gots! To! Learn!
Both BGTL members smirked, as the camera faded out.
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
In the locker room at the stadium we see two women sitting on the bench between the lockers. As the camera gets closer we see Ceithre Brennan in her ring gear and a cut off tank top that has the words wild fox on it and her Manager Danica Castle in a pair of dress pants and a nice blouse. Danica is rubbing Ceithre’s shoulders and prepping her for her match.
Ceithre: I'm so full of nervous energy right now. I'm excited to be here, its my first time in America you know.
Danica: I hadn't really thought about it, but yeah. And you're going to be great out there, you have incredible skills.
Ceithre: This is an amazing opportunity and I know that, and I'm so glad that you're here with me for my first match as a singles wrestler. We have worked so hard on being the best tag team we can be, now I'm ready to show the world that I'm not just a tag team wrestler. That I can stand on my own and take the win.
Danica: Of course you can. You grew up fighting. From everything your brothers have told me, you were a hell of a scrapper before you ever started training. When your brother Donal was staying with us, he told me that you used to beat up the bigger boys just for fun. He also said that your first trainer Mr. Lee called you his star pupil, Donal said you outshined him and everyone else in the classes.
Ceithre: Donal talks too much… I have always been a fighter, once I started training to wrestle I really concentrated on the aerial moves, but I haven't forgotten my roots. I plan on using every tool in my arsenal to prove myself.
Danica: And I'll be right there ready to jump in the ring and raise your hand when you win.
Ceithre turns around and hugs Danica.
Ceithre: As a Knight I'm also representing the Squires Academy brand, so I can't let Mr. Castle or Mr. Van Der Roost down... It means so much to me that you're here with me, I'm so glad you agreed to come along.
Danica: Like I'd have it any other way. Besides, as your manager I get 10% off the top, remember?
Danica winks at Ceithre and chuckles.
Ceithre: I know, I know. It's almost time, what do you know about this chick Amira that I'm facing?
Danica: From everything I could find of her wrestling, she's big on submission holds and she likes to go for the knees, so remember what we've been going over and be on your guard. She's held titles in Europe and she's no joke, but I believe in you, and I know you can pull through for the win.
Ceithre: That means more to me than you know. And you're right I'm ready.
Both women stand as its time to head to the ramp. Danica smooths down her hair as Ceithre shakes out her arms and jogs in place.
Danica: Here we go sweets.
Ceithre: Ya, here we go lovie.**
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring accompanied by her manager Danica Castle. From Armagh, Ireland “Wild Fox” Ceithre Brennan!
“Fee Ra Huri” By Omnia plays as Ceithre skips down to the ring with a smile on her face, she stops and hugs a few fans before entering the ring.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent making her way to the ring from London, England Amira!
“Galvanize” By Chemical Brothers plays as Amira walks to the ring, she gives a few fives to the fans but remains focused as she enters the ring.
**MATCH #2**
As the bell rings Amaira is met with deep arm drag followed by an arm bar from Ceithre, Amira grunts in frustration but refuses to tap, Ceithre releases the hold when the ref begins to count. Both women quickly get to their feet, the smile on Ceithre’s face disappears when Amira hits her with a stiff right hook to her jaw, Amira grabs Ceithre by the hair and takes her down with a leg sweep. Amira locks in a knee bar and torks the knee, Ceithre is able to roll onto her stomach and reach the ropes causing the break.
As they get to their feet Ceithre is met with a drop kick to her knee, followed by a stomp to the back of her head from Amira. The ref admonishes Amira as Danica yells from from outside the ring, Amira taunts Danica as Ceithre gets up and wraps her arms around her from behind and lands a belly to back suplex. Ceithre climbs the top rope and goes for a body splash but hits the canvas as Amira rolls out of the way.
Amira smirks and lifts Ceithre up and drops her on her knee again, Ceithre holds her knee in pain as Amira stomps on her stomach. Danica pounds the mat and chants Ceithre’s name trying to get the crowd behind her, Amira again looks at Danica and yells “Shut Up!” Giving Ceithre enough time to get to her feet. Amira turns around and is met with a jumping clothesline followed by a leg drop across her chest.
Ceithre lifts Amira to her feet and hits a suplex, she rolls over and locks in a front face lock, Amira is able to break the hold and get to her feet, as Ceithre gets to her knees she’s taken down by a running drop kick to her face. Amira attempts a knee bar but is met with several kicks to the side of her head that send her staggering back against the ropes, Ceithre charges and hits a spear sending them both outside the ring through the middle rope.
The ref begins to count as they slowly get to their feet, they trade punches with neither getting the upper hand until Amira kicks Ceithre’s knee making her fall to her knees, Amira slaps Ceithre a couple of times before Danica runs around the ring and yells “Over here bitch!” Amira turns around and runs after Danica. The ref continues to count as Ceithre rolls into the ring, unable to catch Danica Amira rolls in before the count of 10.
As Amira enters the ring she’s met with and exploder suplex sending her halfway across the ring. Ceithre quickly lifts Amira to her feet and puts her head between her legs and hits a Canadian Destroyer on her stunned opponent. Ceithre goes for the pin.
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by pinfall…”Wild Fox” Ceithre Brennan!!
Terry Hanson: A very hard fought and impressive win for Ceithre!
Brian Hodges: Yeah Centari looked good out there.
Terry Hanson: It’s pronounced Kay-Three
Brian Hodges: Yeah whatever.
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
A smiling Chelsea Taylor is seen sitting behind her desk in her office, she looks into the camera
Chelsea Taylor: I have a couple of announcements I’m very excited to make, Starting tonight the winner of the main event will be placed in the battle royal for the Queen City World Championship! Also the winners of their respective matches at the next show will also earn spots in the battle royal.
She stands and walks around the desk, she sits on the edge
Chelsea Taylor: Also in upcoming shows there will be a tournament for the North American Championship, there are many big things planned for the future here in Queen City, I hope that you the fans are just as excited and eager as I am! Now I know you didn’t buy tickets and tune in to hear me run my mouth so I will make this short and sweet. Champions will be crowned soon and we will continue to put on the best show possible. Thank you all again and enjoy the rest of the show!
The camera fades to black.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring the team of Kenzi Grey and Roxy Cotton...The Clear Connection!
"Connection" by Elastica plays as the sub-group of the #CoolKids known as "The Clear Connection" of Roxy Cotton and Kenzi Grey emerge through the entranceway. The two bounce around one another all the way down the ramp as the irreverent techno tune blasts throughout the arena. The duo pause outside at ringside, then roll into the ring together as they ascend the turnbuckles at opposite sides of the ring, eliciting both boos and cheers from the rabid fans. Roxy consoles Kenzi as she assumes the boos are for her, Kenzi simply rolls her eyes.
Ring Announcer: And their opponents the team of Ximena Asensio and Claire Rogers….BGTL!
“Demonic Harmonix” BY Mr. Hyde begins to play as Ximena and Claire make their way to the ring, Ximena smiles and waves to the fans as Claire looks focused and ignores the hands that are offered, they climb into the ring and wait for the bell.
**MATCH #3**
The match between the #CoolKids and BGTL gets off to an awkward start as Kenzi insists on a pre-match handshake from Ximena and Claire. Ximena is quick to try to return the show of respect, but Roxy interjects, pulling her partner’s hand away and trash talking their opponents in the process. Kenzi tries to step back in, but Claire is fired up and she rushes in and clocks The Bubblegum Bombshell with a forearm, getting this inaugural tag team match underway. The referee ushered Kenzi and Ximena out of the ring as Claire took control early, using her power advantage to great effect.
Claire kept Roxy down, with a powerslam and stood over her as she mocked Kenzi. Claire yanks Roxy up and whips her into the ropes. Claire goes for a stiff clothesline, but Roxy ducks. Roxy comes off the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. Outside the ring, Kenzi and Ximena stomp there feet to cheer on their team mates as they both work their way up to their feet. Roxy is a hair quicker to recover, delivering a kick to Claire as she goes for a suplex, but Claire blocks it easily. Roxy tries for the lift again, but Claire blocks again and instead hoists up Roxy, holding her there in a stall position to let the blood rush to her head as the fans applaud this amazing feat. Finally, she powers Roxy down and rolls into a cover, but Roxy is out in two.
Claire grins at Kenzi as she drags Roxy to her corner and tags in Ximena. The two women go for a double Gorilla Press Slam, but Roxy suddenly slips out of their grasps and lands on the apron. BGTL is bewildered until they realize that Roxy’s bodyguard, the massively muscled Maxine has pulled her down from the outside. The referee is quick to rush over and threaten to disqualify the #CoolKids, but cooler heads prevail as Maxine is sent to the back to the dismay of Roxy. The fans cheer the decision as Claire mocks Roxy, but the distraction is more than enough for her as she catapults herself back into the ring and grabs Ximena’s hair, slamming her to the mat with a “Muff Diver” facebuster. This time Roxy mocks Claire as she drags the larger woman to her corner and stomps her repeatedly before making the tag to Kenzi.
Kenzi seems none too pleased with Roxy’s antics, but the two quickly get on the same page as they hoist up Ximena and hold her with a staling suplex of their own, before dropping her into a brain buster. Kenzi floats into the cover, but Ximena’s strength sends Kenzi flying and nearly rolling out of the ring. Kenzi seems shocked by the power, but she charges back in to try to press the advantage Roxy gave them. Kenzi hooks her head for a DDT, but Ximena lifts her off her feet and tosses her off, sending her halfway across the ring. Before she can recover, she charges over and blasts Kenzi with a clothesline that turns her inside out. The fans stand and cheer the power display, but she isn’t finished. She picks up Kenzi and prepares to drill her into the mat with a running powerslam. As Ximena builds a head of steam, Kenzi manages to the scoot out the back and shove her into her own corner. Claire tags herself in, rubbing her hands together as she prepares to go after the much smaller woman.
Claire goes for a clothesline, but Kenzi ducks it. Claire turns for another, but Kenzi again escapes by rolling through and under the savage clothesline. There is a loud clap as Claire whirls around and she catches Kenzi by the throat, muscling her back, but she is met from behind by Roxy, who had tagged herself into the match. Roxy connects with a high hard knee that sends Claire into the corner and Kenzi rolling outside. With Claire down, she turns around and is then met with a Bronco Buster from Roxy. Claire is incensed as Roxy pulls her out and drops her with the “Double-DDT” impaler DDT. The referee is in for the count, but Ximena breaks it up with a clubbing forearm. Roxy is stunned for a moment as the referee tries to get Ximena out of the ring.
Claire takes advantage and hits Roxy with a lowblow and then connects with a stunner as the fans boo. Claire crawls over to Roxy to make the cover, but this time Kenzi rushes in, yanking Claire off as she yells at her over the lowblow. Claire, further incensed, hits Kenzi with a lowblow right in sight of the referee and they have no choice but to call for the bell. Ximena rushes in, spinning Claire around as she asks her what she was thinking. Claire and Ximena clash heads as Roxy hits them from behind. Ximena tumbles out of the ring and Roxy and Claire start to trade blows, tumbling out of the opposite side of the ring. The two woman, trade off slamming one another into the barricade and the ring apron to the delight of the fans, until Security arrives to break it up. Kenzi and Ximena stand together at ringside, shaking their heads at the antics of their partners as they are pulled apart, screaming and cursing at one another.
Ring Announcer: Yours winners by way of disqualification….The Clear Connection!!!
Terry Hanson: Wow there is clearly bad blood between Roxy and Claire!
Brian Hodges: Roxy Cotton is even hotter when she’s mad.
Terry Hanson: You are such a pig!
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
Cameras cut to the backstage area, except that the location could truly have been anywhere, for nothing stretches ahead of the camera save inky darkness. There are sounds, however; the soft flapping of pages being turned, followed by the gentle, even breathing of someone in a deep state of calm. After several moments, there's a scraping noise and the hiss of rapid burning, a match being lit with the flick of a thumbnail. The burning stick is put to the wick of a candle, then another, before being shaken out... and as the light gains more purchase, the shadowed face of Emma Carlisle appears, her cold blue eyes staring forward.
Emma Carlisle: "Words... are dangerous."
Between the candles, upon some manner of raised surface, rests a large book, open about one-tenth of the way through. Emma turns a page or two more, then takes up an honest-to-God quill and writes for a moment, the scratching of tip against paper loud in the otherwise-silent room.
Emma Carlisle: "They have power based on who speaks them and the strength of their conviction. To name something is to control it. To define something is to venerate or denigrate it as the need requires. To speak without knowledge or even insight, however...
As she writes, her eyes lower to the page... until she trails off. Ever so faintly, a thin smile upturns her black lips. She places the quill back on the surface next to the book and steeples her fingers before her face, her stare now forward again.
Emma Carlisle: "...is self-destructive. This lesson, Taryn Willow-Alvarez, you gained a marginal understanding of when last we faced. To the rest, they learned a far more generalized lesson, yet one no less important."
She leans in, ever so slightly.
Emma Carlisle: "We are everywhere."
The smile disappears.
Emma Carlisle: "Chelsea Taylor, in her perceived wisdom..."
Something about the way Death says this leads one to think the thrust of the adjective is negative...
Emma Carlisle: "...decided that we should refrain from physical activity at the second broadcast of Queen City Wrestling. That, however, would suggest that we could be controlled or contained. A foolish, idealistic notion. We understand Miss Taylor's... naïveté. She is yet a neophyte in this chaotic business we call professional wrestling. She is, as the children say, learning on the fly. For this we can allow a modicum of patience. However, for those such as Taryn Willow-Alvarez and the rest, with their incessant self-promotion and questionable veracity, are worthy of no such allowance. They know our name. They have seen our past. By existing they deny us our future. We will not abide this."
How she means to enact this directive Emma does not say. Instead, she turns back a page or two in the large book before her, and begins to read.
Emma Carlisle: "'It was in their folly that they believed the sealing incorruptible and unbreakable though not as a result of arrogance or desperation. To seal a man away from all else is simplicity; walls of stone, bars of metal... they will suffice. A dash of solitude for those possessed of power and means, perhaps a careful bit of restraint for those beyond the ken of they who would be termed normal? This, too, must be considered. To seal away a mind or a soul, provided ending the life bearing it is no option? A trickier prospect, but not impossible. Scatter the senses and refuse clarity, deny access to the passage of time or the camaraderie of another is the best place to start. But a force of nature, a fundamental part of existence since time immaterial? There is no sealing that. That they, for even a moment, believed she would not return, that her influence and those who followed her would not return? Perhaps arrogance DID play a part. Yet it was not the sealing that roused her wrath; it was the escape."
At this, she closes the book carefully and rests her hands upon the smooth surface, stroking it with the same care and reverence one might show a beloved friend or pet... yet Emma's eyes are not warm or tender. They are glaring with such ferocity that it is a wonder the candles' flames did not freeze or at least disappear.
Emma Carlisle: "We are released. And the Queen City shall fall prostrate before the End of All Things."
Raising her hands, she closes her fingers about the flames, snuffing them out and sending the light away. Cameras cut back to the arena a moment later.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring, accompanied by her manager Björn Gunnarsson, from Quimby, South Carolina...Dabria Rhodes!!
“I Dare You” by Shinedown begins to play as Dabria makes her way to the ring, she’s holding Björn’s hand as she blows kisses to the crowd, Björn lifts Dabria up and puts her on the ring apron, she smiles as she bends down to kiss him then enters the ring.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent from Jefferson City, Missouri...Sam Tolson!!
“Release The Panic” by RED plays as Sam strides confidently to the ring, she smiles at the fans as she climbs into the ring.
**MATCH #4**
The match starts off with a friendly handshake between Sam and Dabria, then they quickly tie up with neither getting the upper hand until Dabria whips Sam into the ropes and catches her with a drop kick. Sam gets to her feet and catches Dabria with a series of hard strikes to her face and mid section sending her reeling back against the corner, Sam grabs her and sends her flying with an exploder suplex.
Dabria gets to her feet as Sam tries to press her advantage, she’s met with a kick to the mid section followed by a stiff lariat taking Sam off her feet, Dabria lifts Sam to her feet and attempts to whip her into the ropes but is countered with a jumping DDT causing Björn to pound the mat in frustration as he cheers Dabria on. Sam attempts an elbow drop but hits the mat as Dabria rolls out of the way.
Dabria gets to her feet and catches Sam with an Enziguri as she gets to her knees, a stunned and frustrated Sam pounds her fist on the mat as she gets up, Dabria bounces off the ropes and charges Sam only to be caught as Sam hits a belly to belly suplex Sam goes for a cover but then changes her mind before the ref can count, Dabria makes her pay with a kick to the gut then hits a piledriver.
Dabria goes for the pin
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Björn yells at the ref to count faster the ref turns toward him to admonish him when behind the ref Sam and Dabria trade heavy shots Dabria is no match for Sam’s striking as Sam knocks her down Björn yells again as the ref tells him to leave, Sam waves goodbye to him as Dabria gets to her feet behind Sam and takes her down with a spinning leg sweep. Dabria floats over into a headlock they both get to their feet with the headlock still in place.
Sam wraps her arms around Dabria’s waist and hits a side suplex knocking the wind out of her opponent, Sam sensing her chance hits three belly to back suplexes in a row and as a groggy Dabria slowly gets to her feet Sam hits Victory Drop Alpha and goes for a pin
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of Pinfall..Sam Tolson!!
Terry Hanson: Dabria definitely gave Sam a run for her money! I’d love to see those two lock up again!
Brian Hodges; I’d love to see that Rhodes chick again, she almost had a nip slip
Terry Hanson: Grow up man….for the love of God!
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
The scene opens up backstage with Robin Reynolds standing by.
Robin: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Sela-Rica Lark!
Sela appears in front of the camera with the tip of her finger between her teeth and her almost trademark devious smile on her face. Robin seems a little intimidated at first, but straightens up and begins.
Robin: Sela, tonight you are taking on Taryn Willow-Alvarez who went toe-to-toe with Emma Carlisle on the last show. What do you think of your odds in this match?
Sela: First I’d like to let my inner geek out for a moment and say ‘Never tell me the odds.’ I mean the next thing you know, I’ll be pulling out a chalkboard and doing a bunch of bullshit math with almost completely random numbers and trying to say that there is a negative chance of her beating me, but everyone knows that wouldn’t be true.
Sela shakes her head.
Sela: No, see I prefer to be more of an “in-the-moment” type person. Just take what I get and move along to whatever is next. What that doesn’t mean though, is that I can’t enjoy every step I take. So when you ask me how I feel about this match, I just feel the need to drive my fist into Taryn so hard that it makes her bleed just so I can paint the ring with her blood. Then I want to wrap around that pretty neck of hers while she struggles for air to scream with. Mmmmm, doesn’t that just sound like the most mesmerizing time?
Robin: Well, Taryn is a veteran of the ring with several accolades to her name while you are still in your first year.
Sela: And that matters somehow? If it did, Taryn would have almost no respect for me, but she does. And a healthy dose of fear to go alongside with it. And she should be afraid. Because despite all that she’s done, she’s not come across anyone quite like me. I already know I’m one of a kind. No one who can match my lust for pain and mix it so perfectly with a beautiful package that hides the mind of a real agony deviant.
Sela takes a moment to consider something.
Sela: The real thing of it is, Robin, in another life, Taryn and I might actually have worked well together. But tonight she is going to learn she doesn’t have nearly the experience to take me on and that I always…
Sela brings her finger back to her mouth and bites at the tip, drawing blood which Sela licks off her finger with a seductive smile.
Sela: … have blood to spare.
Sela giggles a little as she walks away leaving a stunned Robin behind as the scene fades out.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles California, “The Lil Dream Machine” Brittany Williams!!
"Nice For What" by Drake begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Brittany Williams begins to emerge from behind the curtain being accompanied by her aunt Jenny Williams. Brittany offers a wide grin as a paparazzi following begin to snap photos of the two girls. Brittany grins taking in all the boos as she walks down the aisle wearing her tiara with a cape around her back. Her attire a glittering red and black mix. She slides into the ring moving her hands through her curly (nappy) hair. She takes off her tiara, and her cape. As she waits for the match to begin.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent making her way to the ring from Malibu, California "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins!!
"Problem" by Postmodern Jukebox plays as Azurine skips down to the ring giving the fans high fives and hugging a couple of them before entering the ring.
**MATCH #5**
As soon as the bell rings Brittany takes Azurine down with a spear and rains down hard punches to her face, Azurine weathers the storm and covers up as the ref pulls Brittany off of her. Brittany again charges at Azurine who sidesteps the charge and catches her opponent with a bulldog, Azurine lifts Brittany to her feet and then takes her down with a bodyslam, Brittany gets to her feet quickly only to be caught by a Frankensteiner.
Brittany rolls out of the ring trying to regain her composure, she argues with a few fans as she is joined by Azurine on the outside. Brittany sees Azurine from the corner of her eye and meets her with a hair toss into the barricade, Brittany stomps on Azurine’s chest several times before she realizes the count, she rolls back into the ring before the count of 6 Azurine slowly gets to her feet and slides into the ring.
Once back in the ring both women stare each other down, Brittany makes the first move taking Azurine down with a leg sweep followed by a couple of slaps to Azurine’s face. A clearly angry Azurine gets to her feet and takes Brittany down with a jumping clothesline followed by a leg drop across Brittany’s chest, Brittany rubs her chest as she sits up coughing, Azurine attempts a running drop kick on the seated opponent but misses as Brittany lays flat on her back,
Brittany quickly gets to her feet and catches Azurine with a springboard moonsault, she goes for a pin but is pulled off as Azurine grabs the bottom rope.
Brittany screams in frustration at the ref and tells him to count. Azurine gets to her feet and sneaks up behind Brittany as she argues with the ref she turns Brittany around by her arm and hits her with a Northern Lights Suplex followed by Pearly Gatekeeper - Dragon Suplex into a Double-Handed Jawbreaker. A stunned Brittany clutches her jaw as Azurine goes for the pin.
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of pinfall... Azurine Vebbins!!
Terry Hanson: Wow that move was devastating, it brought a quick end to the match!
Brian Hodges: Yeah but Brittany was in control for most of it, Vebbins got lucky.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the Main Event of the evening! Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California... Taryn Willow-Alverez!!
"Blood Suckers" by Dana Fowler rocks the arena as Taryn walks out to a rain of boos rocking the arena. She stood there and proceeded to laugh to herself as the entered the ring. She stood in the middle of the ring and extended her arms out gloating in front of a stacked crowd before going to her corner and awaiting her opponent.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent, from Tucson, Arizona... Sela-Rica Lark!!
"I Like It Heavy" by Halestorm plays as Sela-Rica makes her way to the ring, she glares intensely at Taryn as she climbs into the ring.
**Main Event**
The match begins with Taryn and Sela trading heavy shots back and forth, Taryn drops Sela with a stiff lariat, she picks Sela up by the hair and lands a hard slap to her cheek. Taryn goes for a second slap but Sela grabs her wrist, and kicks her in the gut and takes her down with a DDT.
Sela kicks Taryn in the side, Taryn rolls out of the ring with Sela following behind her, Taryn grabs Sela by the arm and whips her into the barricade, they continue to fight on the outside of the ring as the ref reaches the count of eight, Sela breaks away from Taryn and rolls into the ring.
Taryn is hot on her heels, she's met with deep arm drag Sela transitions into an arm bar, Taryn reaches over and rakes Sela’s eyes causing her to break the hold. Taryn gets to her feet first and lands a double foot stomp to Sela’s gut. Taryn mounts Sela and pounds her head into the mat.
Terry Hanson: This isn't a wrestling match it's a fight!
Brian Hodges: A lot is riding on this one I don't blame them!
The ref pulls Taryn off of her opponent and warns her, Sela gets to her feet and hits a spear, she mounts Taryn and pumbles her with hammerfists to her face and mouth. The ref threatens to end the match as he pulls Sela off of Taryn.
Taryn gets to her feet, her lip is obviously bleeding she wipes the blood with the back of her hand, she grabs Sela by the hair and hits a face buster, as Taryn rolls Sela over a trickle of blood can be seen coming from her nose. Taryn reaches down to pick Seal up and is met with a boot to the face.
As Sela gets to her feet Taryn lands a drop kick her her knee, Sela rolls around on the mat holding her knee, the ref orders Taryn back as he checks on Sela. She crawls to the corner and yells at him.“Check it” she grabs him and pulls him closer, Taryn paces back and forth waiting for Sela to get to her feet, an obviously frustrated Taryn yells “Get Up!”
Suddenly Emma Carlisle crawls out from under the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, she stands behind Taryn as she's focused on Sela and the ref. In her hands is a small urn, she opens it Emma grabs Taryn by the shoulder and spins her around and throws ashes in her eyes and leaves the ring as quickly as she entered.
Taryn stumbles blindly into the now standing Sela, Taryn throws a wild punch which is easily ducked, she grabs Taryn and hits Just For Fun (Snapmare Neckbreaker) she laughs as she goes for the pin.
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of pinfall... Sela-Rica Lark!!
Terry Hanson: That is totally a miscarriage of Justice! Sela Lark just earned a spot in the Battle Royal by cheating!
Brian Hodges: Boo Hoo...Taryn just is no match for Sela or Emma Carlisle!
**Post Match**
As Sela Rica-Lark is stumbling up the ramp after her hard-fought match with Taryn Willow-Alvarez, Warrior by Dead by April begins to play and Sela shakes her head in frustration and anger. She stops and waits expecting Eavan to show up at any second. When Eavan doesn’t show, Sela starts looking around as a cameraman follows her. Sela starts yelling out Eavan’s name in frustration, no longer paying attention to the cameraman that was crouched down nearby. The cameraman puts the camera down and takes off the hat, long blonde hair falls from the hat and the crowd pops, Sela turns around and gets dropped by the Boardwalk, before Eavan pounces on Sela and the two start trading punches, rolling down the ramp towards ringside. Sela breaks away and starts staggering away from Eavan when Eavan pulls out Sela’s trusted barbed wire bat, raises it above her head and lets out a primal scream, causing Sela to turn around with a look of shock on her face. Sela takes off running up the ramp, Eavan giving chase. Sela trips at the top of the ramp, and Eavan stands over her, and pushes the tip of the bat against Sela’s throat. Eavan yells down at her “KNEEL OR PERISH” before security shows up to pull Eavan off of her, allowing Sela to get up as the two women are escorted to the back.
Terry Hanson: Folks we are out of time! I hope that Mrs. Taylor does something about what happened tonight! This is getting totally out of hand!
Brian Hodges: I love it!
Terry Hanson: You would! We'll see you next time ladies and gentlemen.
Terry Hanson: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the second edition of Queen City Pro Wrestling, we have another action packed night! I don’t know about you Brian but I am excited!
Brian Hodges: Of course I’m excited! This is another big night, too bad I have to sit next to you again.
Terry Hanson: Well now since that’s out of the way let’s get down to the show!
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
Kenzi was in a much better frame of mind this time around as she prepared for her tag team match, her very first one teaming with Roxy Cotton. Roxy’s debut had been great, but Kenzi was unable to say the same, as she had practically laid down and let Brittany Williams pin her without a fight. This had earned her a great deal of heat from the back office, and a personal ass chewing from the boss. Tonight she would be under close scrutiny, so she needed to perform well.
Kenzi glanced up as the door burst open and Brittany Williams stormed in, looking none too happy. Kenzi stood up, ready to apologize again, but B-Brat was having none of it as she cut Kenzi off before she could say a word.
Brittany Williams: Well if it isn’t my EX best friend!
Brittany shakes her head in utter disgust as she glares daggers into the likes of Kenzi.
Brittany Williams: Don’t even say a word! You absolutely disgust me. We could have had an amazing match but instead you walked out on me and I don’t appreciate that! Especially seeing as we played the A Listers in Silver Lining among other stuff but that’s all in the past to you. You rather hang with Roxy instead of me! So go run with Malibu Barbie I can find new friends!
Kenzi let out a sigh of frustration, walking over to Brittany and putting her hand on her shoulder.
Kenzi Lacklan: B-Brat! You know that we ARE still friends! We always will be, but I need you to understand that I didn’t mean to embarrass you on the last show…I…I just wasn’t in a good place and after I heard how badly I hurt you…I couldn’t see myself fighting you! PLEASE! At least try to understand that! You are one of my best friends, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore with the stupid things I did in the past. Can we start over?
Kenzi waited anxiously for the girl’s reply.
Brittany Williams: Am I really?! My lack of a cool kids spot says differently. The way you treat says differently but it’s okay because.
Brittany smiles widely.
Brittany Williams: Tonight I found my own group of friends! I have the Brittourage!
Brittany claps her hands and as soon as she does Dawn Warren and Brittany’s friend Ryleigh Knite walk into the room. Kenzi seemed taken aback by Brittany’s need to have people around her, but at least she seemed happy and that was all that mattered. She nodded at Brittany’s new friends, and then looked back to B-Brat.
Kenzi Lacklan: Well, that’s great, B-Brat. I’m happy if you’re happy.
Brittany Williams: What would be great would be us to get in the ring and us have our match!
Brittany shakes her head in disgust.
Dawn Warren: You need to pay for your crimes. How you bullied me when me and Cindy tried to help you and my sister in law Kate be tag wrestlers!
Brittany Williams: All you ever seem to do is hurt people! You need to pay
All Kenzi could do was look at the three women. She couldn't deny anything that they said.
Kenzi Lacklan: Look, I hear what you guys are saying and I get it...I DO! I want to make things right, and I will do whatever it takes to show you...to show ALL of you that I have changed and I only want the best for all of you.
Brittany and her new crew don’t seem satisfied with Kenzi’s answer, but before things can turn physical, Kenzi’s tag team partner and her massive bodyguard, Maxine walk in.
Roxy Cotton: What in the hell is this, a Mickey Mouse Molestation Convention?
Brittany’s crew starts to go after The Bubble Gum Bombshell, but Brittany stops them, holding them at bay.
Brittany Williams: Not yet! Let my EX best friend and her ‘My Little Whore Barbie’ have their space…before the Brittourage takes their PLACE!
Brittany snaps her fingers and walks off, followed by her new crew. Roxy watches them leave and then looks at Kenzi with a frown.
Roxy Cotton: Goddamn! You must have been desperate for friends back in the day, huh bb?
Kenzi sighs as she walks to the door.
Kenzi Lacklan: I made her that way Roxy. Please don’t rub it in, okay? Now, let’s get out there and put on a show.
Roxy Cotton: Now, you’re talking!
The trio walk out, hoping to make a good impression.
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
We cut backstage to a random corridor within the arena. Amira is leaning against the white wall with an air of nonchalance. She is wearing a black crop top, leggings and white furry boots. Her dark locks, often wild and full of volume, have been straightened.
Amira: Tonight, I face the Wild Fox Ceithre Brennan. Don't know much about her. I do know she's Irish. She's a knight of the Squires Academy. She claims to see the best in everyone, so I wonder what she sees in me - because I'm the best submission wrestler in Queen City Pro. Yeah, there are more established stars, bigger names, women with extensive résumés. It's a pretty stacked roster and I'm not gonna pretend competing here won't be a challenge, because it will. I welcome challenges.
She flicks her hair back and stares into the camera.
Amira: But I've mastered the dark arts of submission wrestling. I was trained old school - which means I took a whipping every session in some dingy little outhouse. Each night, I would sit and cry in the shower, massaging my bruises, licking my wounds. Somehow, I made it through and I will be forever grateful to my trainer Billy Classic for not only sharing his years of expertise, but also toughening me up. He had to break me to rebuild me. Not just physically but also mentally. He had to put theory into practice and show me how to stalk an opponent, how to exploit their move set and use it against them.
She stops for a moment - wetting her lips - then continues.
Amira: Ceithre is aerial performer. That plays to my strengths. See, I'm a strategist in the ring; I'm cerebral, a huntress. There's no point wasting energy with springboard hurracanranas and 450 splashes when I have a more prolific, consistent approach. I pinpoint a certain body part - ideally one previously injured - and keep punishing it with a flurry of strikes and holds. What will Ceithre do when her knee buckles? How can she scale the turnbuckle to execute another dazzling high-flying move? I'll ground her and keep applying pressure until she cannot bear the agony any more, until she screams for mercy.
With a light chuckle, Amira steps forward but then her eyes suddenly narrow.
Amira: Foxes are very quick; when threatened, they can disappear into the night in the blink of an eye. But not when they're wounded, not when they have already succumbed to the vice of a hunter's trap. I love animals but tonight, I'm fox hunting.
She runs her thumb along her throat with a wicked grin as we cut back to ringside.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring from Warfield, Kentucky Emma James!
“Check it out” By Oh the larceny plays as Emma makes her way to the ring, she gives a few fans high fives, she climbs the ring steps and enters the ring she bounces from foot to foot waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent making her way to the ring “The Green Fox” Dawn Warren!
“Ain’t it Fun” by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Dawn makes her way out from behind the curtains smirking. She claps the hands of the roaring fans before sliding into the ring.
MATCH#1
The match starts with an armdrag from Dawn, Emma quickly gets to her feet and hits a drop kick, they tie up in a collar and elbow pushing each other back with neither getting the upper hand, the ref separates them. Emma catches an attempted kick to the stomach but is hit with a Step up Enziguri from Dawn as Emma shakes off the cobwebs Dawn whips her into the ropes and nails her with a stiff clothesline.
Emma lands several knife edge chops with chants of “Wooo” from the crowd as each one lands Dawn staggers back into the corner, Emma stands her up straight and drops her with a heart punch, Dawn writhes around on the mat clutching her chest, Emma sensing her chance goes for a pin
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Emma picks Dawn up by her arm, she attempts a short arm clothesline but it is ducked Dawn retaliates with a Tornado DDT, she goes for a pin but Emma gets her shoulder up for for the ref can count. Dawn whips Emma into the ropes but is taken down with a Lou Thez press Emma rains down punches to the side of Dawn’s head, the ref pulls her off before reaching the count of five.
Emma is held back as she tries to get past him to her opponent allowing Dawn time to get to her feet, as soon as the ref is out of the way Dawn charges and takes Emma down with a spear. Emma holds her stomach as Dawn lifts her up she hits With Great Power - Tilt-A-Whirl DDT which gets a loud pop from the crowd, Dawn turns toward them with a smile and yells “It’s Over!” she picks a woozy Emma up and hits her with Dawson City Drop - Backdrop Driver, she quickly rolls Emma onto her back and goes for a pin
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of pinfall…”The Green Fox” Dawn Warren!
Terry Hanson: Wow what a debut by both of these women! They were both quite impressive!
Brian Hodges: Yeah, impressively boring *Yawns*
Terry Hanson: Oh will you stop it?!?
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
We go backstage to Claire Rogers and Ximena Asensio. Known as the BGTL Movement, because Bitches Gots To Learn, it seems like Ximena is drilling some things in Claire’s head before their match against the Clear Connection.
Ximena: So stay focused, right?
Claire, easily a head shorter than her half-Mexican counterpart, rolls her eyes.
Claire: Look, I know what I gotta do, aight? We’ve gone over this, I’ma be fine.
Ximena: So no getting into fights with the fans.
Claire: Fine!
Ximena: No wasting time because you prefer taunting your opponents over getting some actual offense in.
Claire: Fine!
Ximena: No getting us disqualified by kicking the ref in the nuts because the count took too long!
Claire: We’ll see!
Ximena: Claire!!
Ximmie buried her face in her hands and shook her head, her raven black ponytail swing from one shoulder to the other.
Ximena: Please! Please take this seriously. We need this, okay? We need this win, we need this contract, we need Queen City! CWC pays well, but with SAP closing down, it’s not enough if we want to become known as the best team on the planet.
Claire laughed, much to Ximena’s annoyance, as she raised an eyebrow.
Ximena: What?
Claire: See, that’s the difference between us, Ximmie? You think we need Queen City? Nuh uh, girl. Queen City needs us!
Claire pointed to her chest.
Claire: Queen City needs us because we’re the biggest fucking stars on their entire roster! They need us because in their shitty roster of mediocrity, only we are a credible threat. They need us because we bring credibility and consistency. They need us because unlike the other lame wet fish on their payroll, we turn eyes, we bring the fire, we make people take notice, and we make people spend their hard earned cash to watch us do what we do better than anybody else! You think people will fork over their ough to watch Eavan Maloney? Taryn Willow-whatever? The only reason they spend it here is because they know people like us can slaughter them. Not even the Cool Kids draw, because they’re so all over the place people instinctively look for the remote every time their faces show up on screen!
Claire laughed again.
Claire: So that’s what!
Ximena sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to get through to her partner.
Ximena: Look, whatever, as long as you’re committed and on board, I’m fine with whatever your motivation is. Just don’t under….
Claire: There you go again, warning me not to underestimate them. Ximmie, I did my homework, aight? Kenzi’s just doing this wrestling stuff to prove her mother wrong. Shit, she took a dive last show, didn’t you see? She got all kinds of issues going on in her head, she’s probably more occupied with her next dumbass TV show than with our match. And Roxy? Shit, you the kind of drivel she posted, comparing you and me to horses!
Ximena: I don't care about what Roxy said.
Claire: But I fucking do! Nobody calls you a ugly ass ho but me.
Claire smirked, playfully punching Ximena’s ripped shoulder. It actually drew a smile from Ximena as well.
Ximena: Look, just try and go all out tonight, okay? Don’t hold back.
Claire: I never do, you should know that by now.
Ximena: Great, I-…
Ximena suddenly looked up, looking at the camera’s that were filming her from a distance. Claire saw them too, but the tiny little spitfire wasn’t quite as amused.
Claire: The fuck y’all want? Y’all want a scoop from the BGTL? Fine, get your skinny asses over here.
The cameramen got closer and zoomed out, creating a bit of a vertigo effect. Claire crossed her arms as they stopped right in front of them.
Ximena: All right, people of Queen City. You know who we are. We’re not here to play second fiddle to others. We’re here to dominate our division and send the rest home packing. We’re here to become tag team champions, like we’ve been in CWC and WCS.
Claire: And Ximena’s being polite. But we’re gonna rip right through the rest. We’re gonna send the rest of you weak bitches home crying. And we’re gonna start tonight with the Clear Connection. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Kenzi. She a hypocrite, but she’s a uch better woman than I am. But like my partner Ximmie here, Kenzi, stop fooling yourself by trying to take the high road. Unleash that ruthless aggression you all know we got, or you won’t stand a chance tonight. And as for you, Roxy, you orange-colored delusional puddle of monkey spit, the only lasting memory people will have of you tonight will be a crusty paper towel in the bin of a lonely teen. You crossed a line when you tried to get personal with me and mine. And we’re ‘bout to pay you back a thousandfold. Because Bitches! Gots! To! Learn!
Both BGTL members smirked, as the camera faded out.
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
In the locker room at the stadium we see two women sitting on the bench between the lockers. As the camera gets closer we see Ceithre Brennan in her ring gear and a cut off tank top that has the words wild fox on it and her Manager Danica Castle in a pair of dress pants and a nice blouse. Danica is rubbing Ceithre’s shoulders and prepping her for her match.
Ceithre: I'm so full of nervous energy right now. I'm excited to be here, its my first time in America you know.
Danica: I hadn't really thought about it, but yeah. And you're going to be great out there, you have incredible skills.
Ceithre: This is an amazing opportunity and I know that, and I'm so glad that you're here with me for my first match as a singles wrestler. We have worked so hard on being the best tag team we can be, now I'm ready to show the world that I'm not just a tag team wrestler. That I can stand on my own and take the win.
Danica: Of course you can. You grew up fighting. From everything your brothers have told me, you were a hell of a scrapper before you ever started training. When your brother Donal was staying with us, he told me that you used to beat up the bigger boys just for fun. He also said that your first trainer Mr. Lee called you his star pupil, Donal said you outshined him and everyone else in the classes.
Ceithre: Donal talks too much… I have always been a fighter, once I started training to wrestle I really concentrated on the aerial moves, but I haven't forgotten my roots. I plan on using every tool in my arsenal to prove myself.
Danica: And I'll be right there ready to jump in the ring and raise your hand when you win.
Ceithre turns around and hugs Danica.
Ceithre: As a Knight I'm also representing the Squires Academy brand, so I can't let Mr. Castle or Mr. Van Der Roost down... It means so much to me that you're here with me, I'm so glad you agreed to come along.
Danica: Like I'd have it any other way. Besides, as your manager I get 10% off the top, remember?
Danica winks at Ceithre and chuckles.
Ceithre: I know, I know. It's almost time, what do you know about this chick Amira that I'm facing?
Danica: From everything I could find of her wrestling, she's big on submission holds and she likes to go for the knees, so remember what we've been going over and be on your guard. She's held titles in Europe and she's no joke, but I believe in you, and I know you can pull through for the win.
Ceithre: That means more to me than you know. And you're right I'm ready.
Both women stand as its time to head to the ramp. Danica smooths down her hair as Ceithre shakes out her arms and jogs in place.
Danica: Here we go sweets.
Ceithre: Ya, here we go lovie.**
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring accompanied by her manager Danica Castle. From Armagh, Ireland “Wild Fox” Ceithre Brennan!
“Fee Ra Huri” By Omnia plays as Ceithre skips down to the ring with a smile on her face, she stops and hugs a few fans before entering the ring.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent making her way to the ring from London, England Amira!
“Galvanize” By Chemical Brothers plays as Amira walks to the ring, she gives a few fives to the fans but remains focused as she enters the ring.
**MATCH #2**
As the bell rings Amaira is met with deep arm drag followed by an arm bar from Ceithre, Amira grunts in frustration but refuses to tap, Ceithre releases the hold when the ref begins to count. Both women quickly get to their feet, the smile on Ceithre’s face disappears when Amira hits her with a stiff right hook to her jaw, Amira grabs Ceithre by the hair and takes her down with a leg sweep. Amira locks in a knee bar and torks the knee, Ceithre is able to roll onto her stomach and reach the ropes causing the break.
As they get to their feet Ceithre is met with a drop kick to her knee, followed by a stomp to the back of her head from Amira. The ref admonishes Amira as Danica yells from from outside the ring, Amira taunts Danica as Ceithre gets up and wraps her arms around her from behind and lands a belly to back suplex. Ceithre climbs the top rope and goes for a body splash but hits the canvas as Amira rolls out of the way.
Amira smirks and lifts Ceithre up and drops her on her knee again, Ceithre holds her knee in pain as Amira stomps on her stomach. Danica pounds the mat and chants Ceithre’s name trying to get the crowd behind her, Amira again looks at Danica and yells “Shut Up!” Giving Ceithre enough time to get to her feet. Amira turns around and is met with a jumping clothesline followed by a leg drop across her chest.
Ceithre lifts Amira to her feet and hits a suplex, she rolls over and locks in a front face lock, Amira is able to break the hold and get to her feet, as Ceithre gets to her knees she’s taken down by a running drop kick to her face. Amira attempts a knee bar but is met with several kicks to the side of her head that send her staggering back against the ropes, Ceithre charges and hits a spear sending them both outside the ring through the middle rope.
The ref begins to count as they slowly get to their feet, they trade punches with neither getting the upper hand until Amira kicks Ceithre’s knee making her fall to her knees, Amira slaps Ceithre a couple of times before Danica runs around the ring and yells “Over here bitch!” Amira turns around and runs after Danica. The ref continues to count as Ceithre rolls into the ring, unable to catch Danica Amira rolls in before the count of 10.
As Amira enters the ring she’s met with and exploder suplex sending her halfway across the ring. Ceithre quickly lifts Amira to her feet and puts her head between her legs and hits a Canadian Destroyer on her stunned opponent. Ceithre goes for the pin.
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by pinfall…”Wild Fox” Ceithre Brennan!!
Terry Hanson: A very hard fought and impressive win for Ceithre!
Brian Hodges: Yeah Centari looked good out there.
Terry Hanson: It’s pronounced Kay-Three
Brian Hodges: Yeah whatever.
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
A smiling Chelsea Taylor is seen sitting behind her desk in her office, she looks into the camera
Chelsea Taylor: I have a couple of announcements I’m very excited to make, Starting tonight the winner of the main event will be placed in the battle royal for the Queen City World Championship! Also the winners of their respective matches at the next show will also earn spots in the battle royal.
She stands and walks around the desk, she sits on the edge
Chelsea Taylor: Also in upcoming shows there will be a tournament for the North American Championship, there are many big things planned for the future here in Queen City, I hope that you the fans are just as excited and eager as I am! Now I know you didn’t buy tickets and tune in to hear me run my mouth so I will make this short and sweet. Champions will be crowned soon and we will continue to put on the best show possible. Thank you all again and enjoy the rest of the show!
The camera fades to black.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring the team of Kenzi Grey and Roxy Cotton...The Clear Connection!
"Connection" by Elastica plays as the sub-group of the #CoolKids known as "The Clear Connection" of Roxy Cotton and Kenzi Grey emerge through the entranceway. The two bounce around one another all the way down the ramp as the irreverent techno tune blasts throughout the arena. The duo pause outside at ringside, then roll into the ring together as they ascend the turnbuckles at opposite sides of the ring, eliciting both boos and cheers from the rabid fans. Roxy consoles Kenzi as she assumes the boos are for her, Kenzi simply rolls her eyes.
Ring Announcer: And their opponents the team of Ximena Asensio and Claire Rogers….BGTL!
“Demonic Harmonix” BY Mr. Hyde begins to play as Ximena and Claire make their way to the ring, Ximena smiles and waves to the fans as Claire looks focused and ignores the hands that are offered, they climb into the ring and wait for the bell.
**MATCH #3**
The match between the #CoolKids and BGTL gets off to an awkward start as Kenzi insists on a pre-match handshake from Ximena and Claire. Ximena is quick to try to return the show of respect, but Roxy interjects, pulling her partner’s hand away and trash talking their opponents in the process. Kenzi tries to step back in, but Claire is fired up and she rushes in and clocks The Bubblegum Bombshell with a forearm, getting this inaugural tag team match underway. The referee ushered Kenzi and Ximena out of the ring as Claire took control early, using her power advantage to great effect.
Claire kept Roxy down, with a powerslam and stood over her as she mocked Kenzi. Claire yanks Roxy up and whips her into the ropes. Claire goes for a stiff clothesline, but Roxy ducks. Roxy comes off the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. Outside the ring, Kenzi and Ximena stomp there feet to cheer on their team mates as they both work their way up to their feet. Roxy is a hair quicker to recover, delivering a kick to Claire as she goes for a suplex, but Claire blocks it easily. Roxy tries for the lift again, but Claire blocks again and instead hoists up Roxy, holding her there in a stall position to let the blood rush to her head as the fans applaud this amazing feat. Finally, she powers Roxy down and rolls into a cover, but Roxy is out in two.
Claire grins at Kenzi as she drags Roxy to her corner and tags in Ximena. The two women go for a double Gorilla Press Slam, but Roxy suddenly slips out of their grasps and lands on the apron. BGTL is bewildered until they realize that Roxy’s bodyguard, the massively muscled Maxine has pulled her down from the outside. The referee is quick to rush over and threaten to disqualify the #CoolKids, but cooler heads prevail as Maxine is sent to the back to the dismay of Roxy. The fans cheer the decision as Claire mocks Roxy, but the distraction is more than enough for her as she catapults herself back into the ring and grabs Ximena’s hair, slamming her to the mat with a “Muff Diver” facebuster. This time Roxy mocks Claire as she drags the larger woman to her corner and stomps her repeatedly before making the tag to Kenzi.
Kenzi seems none too pleased with Roxy’s antics, but the two quickly get on the same page as they hoist up Ximena and hold her with a staling suplex of their own, before dropping her into a brain buster. Kenzi floats into the cover, but Ximena’s strength sends Kenzi flying and nearly rolling out of the ring. Kenzi seems shocked by the power, but she charges back in to try to press the advantage Roxy gave them. Kenzi hooks her head for a DDT, but Ximena lifts her off her feet and tosses her off, sending her halfway across the ring. Before she can recover, she charges over and blasts Kenzi with a clothesline that turns her inside out. The fans stand and cheer the power display, but she isn’t finished. She picks up Kenzi and prepares to drill her into the mat with a running powerslam. As Ximena builds a head of steam, Kenzi manages to the scoot out the back and shove her into her own corner. Claire tags herself in, rubbing her hands together as she prepares to go after the much smaller woman.
Claire goes for a clothesline, but Kenzi ducks it. Claire turns for another, but Kenzi again escapes by rolling through and under the savage clothesline. There is a loud clap as Claire whirls around and she catches Kenzi by the throat, muscling her back, but she is met from behind by Roxy, who had tagged herself into the match. Roxy connects with a high hard knee that sends Claire into the corner and Kenzi rolling outside. With Claire down, she turns around and is then met with a Bronco Buster from Roxy. Claire is incensed as Roxy pulls her out and drops her with the “Double-DDT” impaler DDT. The referee is in for the count, but Ximena breaks it up with a clubbing forearm. Roxy is stunned for a moment as the referee tries to get Ximena out of the ring.
Claire takes advantage and hits Roxy with a lowblow and then connects with a stunner as the fans boo. Claire crawls over to Roxy to make the cover, but this time Kenzi rushes in, yanking Claire off as she yells at her over the lowblow. Claire, further incensed, hits Kenzi with a lowblow right in sight of the referee and they have no choice but to call for the bell. Ximena rushes in, spinning Claire around as she asks her what she was thinking. Claire and Ximena clash heads as Roxy hits them from behind. Ximena tumbles out of the ring and Roxy and Claire start to trade blows, tumbling out of the opposite side of the ring. The two woman, trade off slamming one another into the barricade and the ring apron to the delight of the fans, until Security arrives to break it up. Kenzi and Ximena stand together at ringside, shaking their heads at the antics of their partners as they are pulled apart, screaming and cursing at one another.
Ring Announcer: Yours winners by way of disqualification….The Clear Connection!!!
Terry Hanson: Wow there is clearly bad blood between Roxy and Claire!
Brian Hodges: Roxy Cotton is even hotter when she’s mad.
Terry Hanson: You are such a pig!
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
Cameras cut to the backstage area, except that the location could truly have been anywhere, for nothing stretches ahead of the camera save inky darkness. There are sounds, however; the soft flapping of pages being turned, followed by the gentle, even breathing of someone in a deep state of calm. After several moments, there's a scraping noise and the hiss of rapid burning, a match being lit with the flick of a thumbnail. The burning stick is put to the wick of a candle, then another, before being shaken out... and as the light gains more purchase, the shadowed face of Emma Carlisle appears, her cold blue eyes staring forward.
Emma Carlisle: "Words... are dangerous."
Between the candles, upon some manner of raised surface, rests a large book, open about one-tenth of the way through. Emma turns a page or two more, then takes up an honest-to-God quill and writes for a moment, the scratching of tip against paper loud in the otherwise-silent room.
Emma Carlisle: "They have power based on who speaks them and the strength of their conviction. To name something is to control it. To define something is to venerate or denigrate it as the need requires. To speak without knowledge or even insight, however...
As she writes, her eyes lower to the page... until she trails off. Ever so faintly, a thin smile upturns her black lips. She places the quill back on the surface next to the book and steeples her fingers before her face, her stare now forward again.
Emma Carlisle: "...is self-destructive. This lesson, Taryn Willow-Alvarez, you gained a marginal understanding of when last we faced. To the rest, they learned a far more generalized lesson, yet one no less important."
She leans in, ever so slightly.
Emma Carlisle: "We are everywhere."
The smile disappears.
Emma Carlisle: "Chelsea Taylor, in her perceived wisdom..."
Something about the way Death says this leads one to think the thrust of the adjective is negative...
Emma Carlisle: "...decided that we should refrain from physical activity at the second broadcast of Queen City Wrestling. That, however, would suggest that we could be controlled or contained. A foolish, idealistic notion. We understand Miss Taylor's... naïveté. She is yet a neophyte in this chaotic business we call professional wrestling. She is, as the children say, learning on the fly. For this we can allow a modicum of patience. However, for those such as Taryn Willow-Alvarez and the rest, with their incessant self-promotion and questionable veracity, are worthy of no such allowance. They know our name. They have seen our past. By existing they deny us our future. We will not abide this."
How she means to enact this directive Emma does not say. Instead, she turns back a page or two in the large book before her, and begins to read.
Emma Carlisle: "'It was in their folly that they believed the sealing incorruptible and unbreakable though not as a result of arrogance or desperation. To seal a man away from all else is simplicity; walls of stone, bars of metal... they will suffice. A dash of solitude for those possessed of power and means, perhaps a careful bit of restraint for those beyond the ken of they who would be termed normal? This, too, must be considered. To seal away a mind or a soul, provided ending the life bearing it is no option? A trickier prospect, but not impossible. Scatter the senses and refuse clarity, deny access to the passage of time or the camaraderie of another is the best place to start. But a force of nature, a fundamental part of existence since time immaterial? There is no sealing that. That they, for even a moment, believed she would not return, that her influence and those who followed her would not return? Perhaps arrogance DID play a part. Yet it was not the sealing that roused her wrath; it was the escape."
At this, she closes the book carefully and rests her hands upon the smooth surface, stroking it with the same care and reverence one might show a beloved friend or pet... yet Emma's eyes are not warm or tender. They are glaring with such ferocity that it is a wonder the candles' flames did not freeze or at least disappear.
Emma Carlisle: "We are released. And the Queen City shall fall prostrate before the End of All Things."
Raising her hands, she closes her fingers about the flames, snuffing them out and sending the light away. Cameras cut back to the arena a moment later.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring, accompanied by her manager Björn Gunnarsson, from Quimby, South Carolina...Dabria Rhodes!!
“I Dare You” by Shinedown begins to play as Dabria makes her way to the ring, she’s holding Björn’s hand as she blows kisses to the crowd, Björn lifts Dabria up and puts her on the ring apron, she smiles as she bends down to kiss him then enters the ring.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent from Jefferson City, Missouri...Sam Tolson!!
“Release The Panic” by RED plays as Sam strides confidently to the ring, she smiles at the fans as she climbs into the ring.
**MATCH #4**
The match starts off with a friendly handshake between Sam and Dabria, then they quickly tie up with neither getting the upper hand until Dabria whips Sam into the ropes and catches her with a drop kick. Sam gets to her feet and catches Dabria with a series of hard strikes to her face and mid section sending her reeling back against the corner, Sam grabs her and sends her flying with an exploder suplex.
Dabria gets to her feet as Sam tries to press her advantage, she’s met with a kick to the mid section followed by a stiff lariat taking Sam off her feet, Dabria lifts Sam to her feet and attempts to whip her into the ropes but is countered with a jumping DDT causing Björn to pound the mat in frustration as he cheers Dabria on. Sam attempts an elbow drop but hits the mat as Dabria rolls out of the way.
Dabria gets to her feet and catches Sam with an Enziguri as she gets to her knees, a stunned and frustrated Sam pounds her fist on the mat as she gets up, Dabria bounces off the ropes and charges Sam only to be caught as Sam hits a belly to belly suplex Sam goes for a cover but then changes her mind before the ref can count, Dabria makes her pay with a kick to the gut then hits a piledriver.
Dabria goes for the pin
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Björn yells at the ref to count faster the ref turns toward him to admonish him when behind the ref Sam and Dabria trade heavy shots Dabria is no match for Sam’s striking as Sam knocks her down Björn yells again as the ref tells him to leave, Sam waves goodbye to him as Dabria gets to her feet behind Sam and takes her down with a spinning leg sweep. Dabria floats over into a headlock they both get to their feet with the headlock still in place.
Sam wraps her arms around Dabria’s waist and hits a side suplex knocking the wind out of her opponent, Sam sensing her chance hits three belly to back suplexes in a row and as a groggy Dabria slowly gets to her feet Sam hits Victory Drop Alpha and goes for a pin
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of Pinfall..Sam Tolson!!
Terry Hanson: Dabria definitely gave Sam a run for her money! I’d love to see those two lock up again!
Brian Hodges; I’d love to see that Rhodes chick again, she almost had a nip slip
Terry Hanson: Grow up man….for the love of God!
**BACKSTAGE SEGMENT**
The scene opens up backstage with Robin Reynolds standing by.
Robin: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Sela-Rica Lark!
Sela appears in front of the camera with the tip of her finger between her teeth and her almost trademark devious smile on her face. Robin seems a little intimidated at first, but straightens up and begins.
Robin: Sela, tonight you are taking on Taryn Willow-Alvarez who went toe-to-toe with Emma Carlisle on the last show. What do you think of your odds in this match?
Sela: First I’d like to let my inner geek out for a moment and say ‘Never tell me the odds.’ I mean the next thing you know, I’ll be pulling out a chalkboard and doing a bunch of bullshit math with almost completely random numbers and trying to say that there is a negative chance of her beating me, but everyone knows that wouldn’t be true.
Sela shakes her head.
Sela: No, see I prefer to be more of an “in-the-moment” type person. Just take what I get and move along to whatever is next. What that doesn’t mean though, is that I can’t enjoy every step I take. So when you ask me how I feel about this match, I just feel the need to drive my fist into Taryn so hard that it makes her bleed just so I can paint the ring with her blood. Then I want to wrap around that pretty neck of hers while she struggles for air to scream with. Mmmmm, doesn’t that just sound like the most mesmerizing time?
Robin: Well, Taryn is a veteran of the ring with several accolades to her name while you are still in your first year.
Sela: And that matters somehow? If it did, Taryn would have almost no respect for me, but she does. And a healthy dose of fear to go alongside with it. And she should be afraid. Because despite all that she’s done, she’s not come across anyone quite like me. I already know I’m one of a kind. No one who can match my lust for pain and mix it so perfectly with a beautiful package that hides the mind of a real agony deviant.
Sela takes a moment to consider something.
Sela: The real thing of it is, Robin, in another life, Taryn and I might actually have worked well together. But tonight she is going to learn she doesn’t have nearly the experience to take me on and that I always…
Sela brings her finger back to her mouth and bites at the tip, drawing blood which Sela licks off her finger with a seductive smile.
Sela: … have blood to spare.
Sela giggles a little as she walks away leaving a stunned Robin behind as the scene fades out.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles California, “The Lil Dream Machine” Brittany Williams!!
"Nice For What" by Drake begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Brittany Williams begins to emerge from behind the curtain being accompanied by her aunt Jenny Williams. Brittany offers a wide grin as a paparazzi following begin to snap photos of the two girls. Brittany grins taking in all the boos as she walks down the aisle wearing her tiara with a cape around her back. Her attire a glittering red and black mix. She slides into the ring moving her hands through her curly (nappy) hair. She takes off her tiara, and her cape. As she waits for the match to begin.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent making her way to the ring from Malibu, California "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins!!
"Problem" by Postmodern Jukebox plays as Azurine skips down to the ring giving the fans high fives and hugging a couple of them before entering the ring.
**MATCH #5**
As soon as the bell rings Brittany takes Azurine down with a spear and rains down hard punches to her face, Azurine weathers the storm and covers up as the ref pulls Brittany off of her. Brittany again charges at Azurine who sidesteps the charge and catches her opponent with a bulldog, Azurine lifts Brittany to her feet and then takes her down with a bodyslam, Brittany gets to her feet quickly only to be caught by a Frankensteiner.
Brittany rolls out of the ring trying to regain her composure, she argues with a few fans as she is joined by Azurine on the outside. Brittany sees Azurine from the corner of her eye and meets her with a hair toss into the barricade, Brittany stomps on Azurine’s chest several times before she realizes the count, she rolls back into the ring before the count of 6 Azurine slowly gets to her feet and slides into the ring.
Once back in the ring both women stare each other down, Brittany makes the first move taking Azurine down with a leg sweep followed by a couple of slaps to Azurine’s face. A clearly angry Azurine gets to her feet and takes Brittany down with a jumping clothesline followed by a leg drop across Brittany’s chest, Brittany rubs her chest as she sits up coughing, Azurine attempts a running drop kick on the seated opponent but misses as Brittany lays flat on her back,
Brittany quickly gets to her feet and catches Azurine with a springboard moonsault, she goes for a pin but is pulled off as Azurine grabs the bottom rope.
Brittany screams in frustration at the ref and tells him to count. Azurine gets to her feet and sneaks up behind Brittany as she argues with the ref she turns Brittany around by her arm and hits her with a Northern Lights Suplex followed by Pearly Gatekeeper - Dragon Suplex into a Double-Handed Jawbreaker. A stunned Brittany clutches her jaw as Azurine goes for the pin.
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of pinfall... Azurine Vebbins!!
Terry Hanson: Wow that move was devastating, it brought a quick end to the match!
Brian Hodges: Yeah but Brittany was in control for most of it, Vebbins got lucky.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the Main Event of the evening! Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California... Taryn Willow-Alverez!!
"Blood Suckers" by Dana Fowler rocks the arena as Taryn walks out to a rain of boos rocking the arena. She stood there and proceeded to laugh to herself as the entered the ring. She stood in the middle of the ring and extended her arms out gloating in front of a stacked crowd before going to her corner and awaiting her opponent.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent, from Tucson, Arizona... Sela-Rica Lark!!
"I Like It Heavy" by Halestorm plays as Sela-Rica makes her way to the ring, she glares intensely at Taryn as she climbs into the ring.
**Main Event**
The match begins with Taryn and Sela trading heavy shots back and forth, Taryn drops Sela with a stiff lariat, she picks Sela up by the hair and lands a hard slap to her cheek. Taryn goes for a second slap but Sela grabs her wrist, and kicks her in the gut and takes her down with a DDT.
Sela kicks Taryn in the side, Taryn rolls out of the ring with Sela following behind her, Taryn grabs Sela by the arm and whips her into the barricade, they continue to fight on the outside of the ring as the ref reaches the count of eight, Sela breaks away from Taryn and rolls into the ring.
Taryn is hot on her heels, she's met with deep arm drag Sela transitions into an arm bar, Taryn reaches over and rakes Sela’s eyes causing her to break the hold. Taryn gets to her feet first and lands a double foot stomp to Sela’s gut. Taryn mounts Sela and pounds her head into the mat.
Terry Hanson: This isn't a wrestling match it's a fight!
Brian Hodges: A lot is riding on this one I don't blame them!
The ref pulls Taryn off of her opponent and warns her, Sela gets to her feet and hits a spear, she mounts Taryn and pumbles her with hammerfists to her face and mouth. The ref threatens to end the match as he pulls Sela off of Taryn.
Taryn gets to her feet, her lip is obviously bleeding she wipes the blood with the back of her hand, she grabs Sela by the hair and hits a face buster, as Taryn rolls Sela over a trickle of blood can be seen coming from her nose. Taryn reaches down to pick Seal up and is met with a boot to the face.
As Sela gets to her feet Taryn lands a drop kick her her knee, Sela rolls around on the mat holding her knee, the ref orders Taryn back as he checks on Sela. She crawls to the corner and yells at him.“Check it” she grabs him and pulls him closer, Taryn paces back and forth waiting for Sela to get to her feet, an obviously frustrated Taryn yells “Get Up!”
Suddenly Emma Carlisle crawls out from under the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, she stands behind Taryn as she's focused on Sela and the ref. In her hands is a small urn, she opens it Emma grabs Taryn by the shoulder and spins her around and throws ashes in her eyes and leaves the ring as quickly as she entered.
Taryn stumbles blindly into the now standing Sela, Taryn throws a wild punch which is easily ducked, she grabs Taryn and hits Just For Fun (Snapmare Neckbreaker) she laughs as she goes for the pin.
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Ring Announcer: Your winner by way of pinfall... Sela-Rica Lark!!
Terry Hanson: That is totally a miscarriage of Justice! Sela Lark just earned a spot in the Battle Royal by cheating!
Brian Hodges: Boo Hoo...Taryn just is no match for Sela or Emma Carlisle!
**Post Match**
As Sela Rica-Lark is stumbling up the ramp after her hard-fought match with Taryn Willow-Alvarez, Warrior by Dead by April begins to play and Sela shakes her head in frustration and anger. She stops and waits expecting Eavan to show up at any second. When Eavan doesn’t show, Sela starts looking around as a cameraman follows her. Sela starts yelling out Eavan’s name in frustration, no longer paying attention to the cameraman that was crouched down nearby. The cameraman puts the camera down and takes off the hat, long blonde hair falls from the hat and the crowd pops, Sela turns around and gets dropped by the Boardwalk, before Eavan pounces on Sela and the two start trading punches, rolling down the ramp towards ringside. Sela breaks away and starts staggering away from Eavan when Eavan pulls out Sela’s trusted barbed wire bat, raises it above her head and lets out a primal scream, causing Sela to turn around with a look of shock on her face. Sela takes off running up the ramp, Eavan giving chase. Sela trips at the top of the ramp, and Eavan stands over her, and pushes the tip of the bat against Sela’s throat. Eavan yells down at her “KNEEL OR PERISH” before security shows up to pull Eavan off of her, allowing Sela to get up as the two women are escorted to the back.
Terry Hanson: Folks we are out of time! I hope that Mrs. Taylor does something about what happened tonight! This is getting totally out of hand!
Brian Hodges: I love it!
Terry Hanson: You would! We'll see you next time ladies and gentlemen.