(The camera fades backstage to an undisclosed location. Suddenly Sofia Clarke pops into frame with a huge smile on his face. Allen Livingston saunters in a few seconds later sipping out of a double styrofoam cup)
Sofia Clarke: WELCOME ONE WELCOME ALL, HEEEEEEEEYYYY REVOLT FAITHFUL! IT’S YOUR GIRL SOFIA CLARKE, AS ALWAYS… EXCEPT FOR LAST WEEK, WITH ALLEN LIVINGSTON AND OOOOOOOOH MY!! YOU CAN FEEL THE ELECTRICITY IN THE AIR, CAN’T YOU ALLEN?! WE’RE ON THE CUSP OF HISTORY, JUST SIX DAYS AWAY FROM REVOLT 1!
Allen Livingston: Aycheckitoutitsyaboiallenlivingston and Sofia girl, you dead on! History will indeed be made in six days… but there’s still time left and things to do before then! Check it, tonight we got debuts, we got contract signings, we got A LITTLE BIT EVERYTHING! WE NEVER STOP! WE DON’T PHONE IT IN CUZ WE GOT HISTORY TO BE MADE NEXT WEEK, WE GO HARD, ALWAYS… REGARDLESS! WE NEVER STOP! ALL DAY EVERY DAY, BABY! WOO!
Sofia Clarke: … Yikes.
Allen Livingston: NO DAYS OFF, THAT’S US! THAT’S REVOLT! Y’ALL TAKE YOUR SORRY ASS–
(The camera fades out as Allen Livingston continues his rant)
(The camera fades into the arena)
James Peters: HELLLLOOOOOO EVERYBODYYY!! Welcome to Sunday Night Rebellion! The final stop before the history making Marquee Event, REVOLT 1! Tonight looks to be another action packed night leading us to the event, so let’s get started!
(‘Bad Reputation’ by Adelitas Way hits as smoke covers the stage and ramp and Liam Archer makes his way to the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Ballymun, Dublin, Ireland ! Weighing in at 225 POOUNDSS!!!!……”THE STRAY DOG” LIAAAAAM AAARCHERRRRRR!!
Rich Russillo: Liam is wearing a new leather jacket and he seems to be showing an entirely different side of himself here tonight.
James Peters: We’ve heard rumors that Liam has been looking to revamp himself and rebuild his repertoire and I have a feeling we’ll see that right here, right now!
(‘9’ by Drake hits as VIP comes out to the ring accompanied by two women in skimpy clothing)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada!! Weighing in at 280 POOUNDSS!!!!……HE IS ”THE 6IX GOD” V! I!! P!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Look, James, it’s your favorite REVOLT fighter VIP!
James Peters: You mean my favorite middle aged Drake fan… Seriously, this guy is a joke. Meek Mill better, we all know that.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: And here we go! This one should be good! Look at this, VIP is taunting Liam Archer!
James Peters: Liam is laughing right in his face, he’s not taking VIP seriously!
VIP (Without a mic): I have money, I have women! What do you have, kiddo?!
Rich Russillo: Oh no.. Liam isn’t looking very happy there, James..
James Peters: OHHH!!! SUPERKICK BY LIAM ARCHER TO THE JAW OF VIP! HE’S OUT COLD, RICH
Rich Russillo: Liam quickly climbs up the top rope and…. SPLIT-LEGGED FROG SPLASH! LIAM CALLS THIS THE SIX STAR FROG SPLASH – INCREDIBLE, JAMES, I AM SPEECHLESS!!
James Peters: And he hooks the leg of VIP, this could be it!
James Peters: NO! What in the? VIP kicked out just in the nick of time!
Rich Russillo: Liam Archer is looking in disbelief. VIP is using those ropes to get himself back on his feet, but Liam is right behind him waiting for him to turn around… Could he be looking for another one of his new moves, James??
James Peters: VIP turns around and — OHHH!! ANOTHER SUPERKICK — WAIT NOT, VIP DODGED IT AND NOW HE’S GRABBING LIAM ARCHER FROM BEHIND… HE’S LOOKING FOR THAT GERMAN SUPLEX, COULD VIP GO FROM 0 TO 100 RIGHT HERE AND GET THE UPPER HAND?
Rich Russillo: HE GOES FOR IT BUT NO, WAIT A MINUTE! LIAM ARCHER LANDED ON HIS TWO FEET
James Peters: And now he springboards… AND HITS A BEAUTIFUL SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! ALL BARK NO BITE, THE STRAY DOG JUST DEVASTATED VIP!
Rich Russillo: VIP is struggling to get to his feet, he is trying to hold on but quite frankly I think this is it for him James. There’s no way he’ll survive this. Look at him, VIP just dropped to his knees and he’s begging Liam Archer not to end this
VIP (Without a microphone): Please chico, have mercy! I’ll give you one of my girls, you gon’ have a good time lil homie
Liam Archer (Without a microphone): No thanks, I don’t want aids
James Peters: OHHH!!! Liam Archer with a CLAYMORE KICK to a kneeling VIP! DEATH HAS COME EARLY for VIP! And now Liam is going for the pin…
Rich Russillo: NO-NO WAY – one of VIP’s girls placed his leg over the bottom rope! This one’s still going!!
James Peters: This referee has to be blind I swear.
Rich Russllo: Fustration is beginning to show in the face of Liam Archer!
James Peters: What’s this??! VIP’s girls just got in the ring and they are trying to help VIP to his feet!
Rich Russillo: The referee is telling them to get out, these women have no business being out here come on…
James Peters: Liam Archer has had enough, he’s going after VIP but — OHHH! Discus punch from VIP, Liam is stumbling and it looks like VIP is going for a lariat now!
Rich Russillo: He goes for it but Liam ducks right under it, incredible! Both man turn around, VIP with a kick to the gut of Liam, he puts him in between his legs… He’s going for it, James! He’s going for the VERY IMPORTANT POWERBOMB!
James Peters: VIP has Liam high above, he’s about to drop him hard on the cnavas with that Crucifix Powerbomb… BUT LOOK, LIAM RAKES THE EYE OF VIP!! HE DROPS TO THE BACK OF VIP WHILE HE COVERS HIS EYES AND SCREAMS IN PAIN, THE REFEREE WAS TOO DISTRACTED WITH VIP’S GIRLS TO SEE IT!
Rich Russillo: Look at this, Liam Archer puts VIP in a reverse DDT position, what could he be plotting here??
James Peters: OHHH!! I’ve seen that move before, DESTINO, THE SOMERSAULT REVERSE DDT HITS!! THE MIDNIGHT RIDE, RICH!! Liam pats the ref in the back, do your job ref come onn!!
ONE, TWOO, THREEEE!!
(DING, DING DING)
(‘Bad Reputation’ by Adelitas Way hits as Liam Archer celebrates his victory in the ring)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match… LIAAAM ARCHERRRRRRRR!!
Rich Russillo: This match was better than I expected it to be. Liam did what he had to do to secure victory and showed just how good he really is and I gotta hand it to VIP, he put on a good showing here tonight
James Peters: He brought out some really GOOD looking girls out here too.
(VIP’s girls approach James Peters at the announce table)
James Peters: You know what, Rich? I think I’m a Drake fan now.
(Camera fades back to the ring)
(‘Chasing After’ by Tantric plays as ‘Rad’ Riley McCray walks out on stage full of energy and vigor)
Bella Braxton: The following Freeweight division contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 126 pounds… RAAD, RILEY MCCRAYYY!!!
Rich Russillo: This young lady is rad! I wouldn’t be surprised one bit if she did big things here in REVOLT in the future.
James Peters: Both of these young ladies have the potential to do great things in REVOLT. I guess only time will tell!
(‘Dream’ (Jorgen Odegard Remix) by Imagine Dragons hits as blue lights flash around the arena when suddenly Elisa Stafford appears under a silvery blue spotlight, turning to face the camera with a smile and wink before making her way down the ramp)
Bella Braxton: And introducing her opponent, Chapel Hill, North Carolina, weighing in at 110 pounds… THE GOLDEN LIONESS… ELISSAA STAFFORDD!!!!
James Peters: I just love Elisa’s smile, isn’t she the cutest Rich?
Rich Russillo: Yeah, but not as cute AND talented as Riley McCray!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: And this match is underway!
James Peters: What is Riley McCray doing?? She just rolled out of the ring and she’s seemingly approaching a fan..
Rich Russillo: This fan has a very pecular sign, it says “Astraea Better”… Hmm, I wonder who this Astraea is??
(Riley McCray snatches the sign from the fan and rips it in half)
Riley McCray (Without a microphone): IM BETTER! ME, I AM THE BEST ON THE FREEWEIGHT DIVISION!!
(The crowd begins to boo as Riley McCray gets back in the ring though distracted with the fans still)
James Peters: Riley is back in the ring and – OHHHH!!! What a vicious kick to Riley courtesy of Elisa Stafford!! And now Elisa has Riley in position for the… BLAZE BLUE!! EPIC TWIST OF FATE BY ELISA STAFFORD, RICH!!
Rich Russillo: And look at that, Elisa isn’t done just yet. She’s at the every top rope getting ready to… OHHH!!! LIGHT THAT BURNS THE SKY AND SHE HOOKS THE LEG, IT IS OVER
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘Dream’ (Jorgen Odegard Remix) by Imagine Dragons hits as the referee raises Elisa’s arm)
Bella Braxton: The Winner of this match… ELISSAAAA STAFFORDDD!!!
James Peters: Elisa Stafford picks up the win!
Rich Russillo: Tough break for Riley, a victim of overconfidence, hopefully she takes this as a reality check and can bounce back in the future!
(Camera fades backstage to Allen Livingston standing by)
Allen Livingston: Check out guys, I’m here with the lovely, beautiful, Ms. Kassidy Heart!
(Kassidy Heart appears in the frame to cheers)
Allen Livingston: Kassidy, you finally found out the final competitor on your number one contenders match for REVOLT 1, are you up for the challenge?
Kassidy Heart: I wouldn’t have signed with REVOLT if I didn’t know that there’d be challenges to defeat and obstacles to overcome. I am well prepared to run through Madison Kaline and Lexi Sheckler to put myself in the position to compete for what was meant to be, that Freeweight Championship.
Allen Livingston: You have been making quite the name for yourself since coming here, what can you attribute it to?
Kassidy Heart: My sheer will and determination, there isn’t a mountain I won’t climb to achieve any goal I set forward, and the latest goal is the gold, so you know what to expect come next Saturday. I am walking into REVOLT 1, I am making my name known on the big stage, and I am walking out the hottest thing smoking in this company!
Allen Livingston: Well you ain’t gotta wait for REVOLT 1 for us to know you the hottest, I thought that went without saying!
Kassidy Heart: Thank you sweetheart, but I mean hot as in being the most popular. We already know that the girls in this division don’t hold a candle to me in the looks department, but I have to prove myself in the ring as well, which I fully intend to do. In fact, if Sienna Jade wins I’ll be the only person who holds a win over her and that should say a lot.
Allen Livingston: I agree, you actually would look even hotter with a belt around your waist now that I think about it… or maybe less things covering you up might be the best option.
(Madison Kaline appears as she looks on at Allen Livingston and Kassidy Heart with disgust)
Madison Kaline: Look at you two, bragging about Kassidy’s plastic looks because that’s all she has to offer. And look at you just eating it up Kassidy, because all you care about is attention. I’ll have you know that you’re only in this position because you flirted with the promoter of this company and he gave into your advances. You’re nothing but a tired bimbo parading as a wrestler and come Saturday you’ll be exposed when you’re in the ring with a dominant figure like myself.
Kassidy Heart: Oh look it’s the girl who failed to win the number one contenders match and got handed another one. You couldn’t beat Ms. Extreme so you certainly aren’t getting passed me. You’ll just have lost two opportunities in under a months time.
Madison Kaline: The only thing I got handed was your head on a silver platter for REVOLT 1. Females like you make me sick to my stomach, you walk around with a superiority complex when all you bring to the table is something for creeps like this jackass standing next to you to get off to. You’re cheap eye candy, and come REVOLT 1 I’m going to crush you where you stand.
Allen Livingston: Ladies, ladies, I don’t mean to get in the middle of your back and forth but.. I’m tryna get my mack on so can I at least get your number or somethin’ before you come to blows Kassidy?
Kassidy Heart: Fuck off.
Allen Livingston: Well excuse me.. :whoa:
(Allen Livingston backs away with a disappointed look on his face)
(Kassidy and Madison Kaline get in one anothers face)
Kassidy: I won’t give you the pleasure of showing you tonight what’s in store for you in a weeks time. Just be ready to lose.
Madison Kaline: You better call up Lexi Sheckler and start casket shopping, your graves has already been dug.
(Madison and Kassidy have an intense staredown as the camera fades to black)
(Camera fades back to ringside)
Bella Braxton: The following is a four way match! Already in the ring…MZA! Osiris! And Zero!
(The camera focuses on all three men staring at each other)
(“I Love Myself” by The Wannadies hits as Kenneth James Bradford walks down the aisle to a majority of the audience booing. He shrugs them off along the way)
Bella Braxton: And their opponent…From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 203 pounds… KENNNETHHHH JAMESSSS BRADFORDD!!!
James Peters: Last week, Kenneth James Bradford, or KJB looked extremely impressive. He eliminated every single one of his opponents in that match. He’s in another multi man match, but he’s not too pleased about that.
Rich Russillo: He won 1 match and he thinks he got room to bitch and moan where he is on the card? Yeah sure he whooped everyone else’s ass and he’s got spunk, but he better prove himself more than he has.
James Peters: KJB gets in the ring and all four men walk to the four corners of the ring.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And we’re off! KJB, MZA and Osiris lay all lay into each other as they’re trying to assert dominance!
Rich Russillo: Uhh…the new guy Zero is literally just sitting in the corner. He hasn’t moved a muscle and is just watching the others kill each other…creepy.
James Peters: Yes, Rich. It is quite unnerving. It looks like KJB and Osiris now duking it out. MZA tries to get involved again but they just push him off and ignore him. MZA tries again, but one more time, he gets pushed off again. MZA takes a running leap towards and now KJB and Osiris team up to throw MZA into Zero’s corner! Uh-oh! Zero does not look pleased by that! He finally stands up and stares at MZA! MZA looks like he’s trying to explain what happened. Zero pushes MZA down and runs towards him…KNEE TO THE FACE! HE CALLS THAT THE “ABSOLUTE ZERO”!
Rich Russillo: MZA almost flew out of the fucking ring! Zero is just glaring at KJB and Osiris who are looking at each other like they don’t want any part of him!
James Peters: Zero then looks like he’s going to run at them…but he fakes them out, making KJB and Osiris flinch! He then waves them off and…he’s…leaving? What’s going on?
Rich Russillo: Looks like he just wanted to hurt someone and fuck off! Can’t say I mind that too much.
James Peters: Well, it’s not very sportsman like, I can tell you that. Osiris has words with Zero as he’s calling him a coward but he’s made a very bad mistake in turning his back on KJB who just looks around the crowd and smirks. He grabs Osiris from behind, lifts him up and slams his neck into the mat…HEAT STROKE! Never turn your back on an opponent! He goes for the cover!
Ref: ONNNNNEEEE! TWWOOOOO! THREEEEEE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: KJB with another impressive showing here in Revolt, though I’m not sure if it would have been so quick if MZA wasn’t knocked out and if Zero didn’t leave, but he still got the victory!
Rich Russillo: It doesn’t matter how you win, Peters, as long as you do win. 2 victories in a row, and maybe this kid deserves to act a little cocky.
Bella Braxton: And your winner….KENNETHHHH JAMESSS BRADFORDDDDD!!!!!!
(KJB is shown celebrating his victory as the camera fades to commercial)
(Camera fades to the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
(“Shot from a Cannon” by Chevelle hits as Diamond Cage walks out to a mixed reaction from the crowd, appearing somewhat aloof as he strolls down to the ring, walking up the steel steps and scanning the crowd)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 205 pounds… DIAMONDDD CAGE!!!!
Peters: Diamond Cage is on the prowl to do some big things here in Revolt. He aims to stake his position as a mainstay in Revolt here tonight.
Russillo: I think he’s already pretty firmly cemented, personally.
Peters: Well, this paves his road. Whether it’s going to be a glamorous career he leads in Revolt or one of defeat and empty promises.
(“Blood on the Leaves” by Kanye West hits as Alejandro Correa walks out to another mixed reaction from the crowd, his eyes seemingly affixed on his opponent standing in the ring, not allowing his frame of mind to be disrupted by outside influences)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, Madrid, Spain, weighing in at 205 pounds… ALEJANDRRRROOOO CORREAAA!
Peters: Alejandro Correa is a true wrestler’s wrestler. He’ll tie his opponent in a knot. Sometimes he has a penchant for getting in his own way, wanting to do too much. We’ll see how that plays out tonight.
Russillo: The mentality of a perfectionist. Correa wants to execute everything flawlessly. Sometimes it backfires on him, other times it makes him look like a million bucks. That’s something I know Diamond Cage is eager to exploit.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Peters: We’re underway for what promises to be a great, action-packed, tightly contested bout! The bell rings and Diamond Cage is ready to lock horns with Alejandro Correa. The two men tie up in the center of the ring, but Cage quickly overpowers Alejandro, pushing him back-first up against the turnbuckles, and now the referee’s trying to separate them as Correa latches onto the nearby rope! But to no avail as Cage sneaks in a knee to the midsection as Alejandro Correa is caught up against the corner! The referee yells at Diamond Cage and separates the two, but now Alejandro, not to be outdone, charges forward at Diamond Cage and connects with a stiff running double knee to the face of Diamond Cage! The running double knee takes Diamond Cage out, but Cage is already slowly getting to his feet, grabbing the ropes for leverage!
Russillo: Still, he’d best watch out, because Alejandro Correa’s onslaught is far from over!
Peters: And as Diamond Cage is up on his knees next to the second rope, Alejandro dashes forward to try and connect with a stiff knee to the side of Diamond Cage’s head — nobody’s home as Cage rises to his feet, Correa’s knee completely missing him, and now with a back leg takedown of Alejandro Correa — but immediately after Correa kips up! Cage and Correa have entered a stalemate! The two stare in each other’s eyes for a brief moment, before Alejandro Correa dashes off one side of the ropes, Diamond Cage springing off the other, meeting in the middle of the ring for a dual shoulder block — but neither man goes down! AND ALEJANDRO CORREA WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE OF CAGE! THAT KNOCKS CAGE’S FACE BACK, WHAT STRAIGHT-UP DISRESPECT!
Russillo: Correa trying to ruffle Diamond Cage’s feathers a bit there.
Peters: And he does, as Cage charges forward and attempts a Spear takedown like a madman, but not a moment sooner Alejandro, ever the tactician, maneuvers the attempted takedown into a hammerlock! Cage disrupts the hold with an elbow to the face of Alejandro Correa, sending him staggering back, and now Cage darts off the ropes to try and meet the stunned Correa in the center for the C-Trigger! NO! Correa reverses the attempted knee strike, sidestepping it and taking Diamond Cage down on the follow-through to apply an Ankle Lock! Cage is trying to squirm his way out of it, and now Correa is attempting to wrench that submission in with the grapevine variant of the submission — but Cage craftily uses his other leg, connecting with a stiff kick to the face of Alejandro Correa! BUT CORREA’S NOT BREAKING THE HOLD! Correa has the Ankle Lock applied with the grapevine on that submission, and now Cage with another stiff kick to the face of Alejandro Correa! Correa is intransigent, doggedly determined the likes of which we haven’t seen before! AND CAGE UNLOADS WITH A SERIES OF STIFF KICKS TO THE FACE, RED MARKS ALL OVER THE FACE OF CORREA, FINALLY BREAKING THAT ANKLE LOCK!
Russillo: Correa really showing not just demonstrating his skill as a wrestler, but his superior mental toughness there. Cage managed to break it, but Correa didn’t let him accomplish that feat without forcing Cage to overexert himself and maybe exhaust too much stamina in the process.
Peters: Cage is now trying to use the nearby ropes to leverage himself back to his feet, favoring his ankle while Alejandro Correa lays lifelessly on the mat and regains his breath. Cage is up to his feet! AND NOW CORREA WITH THE KIP-UP! THE TWO SKIP THE EXCHANGE OF PLEASANTRIES AND GO STRAIGHT ON THE OFFENSIVE, CORREA WITH A CHOP TO THE CHEST OF HIS OPPONENT, AND CAGE FOLLOWING IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARD WITH A PUNCH TO THE JAW OF CAGE! THE UNFAZED CAGE CONTINUES WHALING OUT ON CORREA, CONNECTING WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES TO WHICH ALEJANDRO CORREA HAS NO RESPONSE! DIAMOND CAGE NOW STEPS BACK FOR A MOMENT, THE CROWD “OOH’ING” AND “AAH’ING” IN ANTICIPATION — CORREA WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! THAT PARTY’S OVER AS CAGE TOOK TOO MUCH TIME TO MOUNT HIS OFFENSE, NOW STAGGERING BACK AGAINST THE ROPES BEFORE FALLING FORW– C-TRIGGER! C-TRIGGER! CORREA THOUGHT HE HAD CAGE, BUT CAGE RETALIATES WITH THE RUNNING KNEE STRIKE, NOW COLLAPSING OVER CORREA WITH THE COVER!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOO!!!!… THRRRRR—
Peters: AND A KICKOUT! KICKOUT BY ALEJANDRO CORREA! WHAT AN EXCELLENT BACK-AND-FORTH BETWEEN THESE TWO WRESTLERS, THE TWO OF THEM BOTH EMBODYING THE COMPETITION THAT PROMISES TO REDEFINE THE WRESTLING LANDSCAPE IN REVOLT’S IMAGE! DIAMOND CAGE DOESN’T TAKE ANY TIME TO SOAK HIS TEARS OVER THE FACT HIS OPPONENT KICKED OUT, HE IMMEDIATELY TAKES ALEJANDRO CORREA BACK UP TO HIS FEET! ALEJANDRO CORREA IS BACK UP TO HIS FEET, BUT HE DROPS BACK DOWN TO ONE KNEE AS DIAMOND CAGE LETS GO OF HIM! CAGE DARTS OFF THE ROPES YET AGAIN, TRYING TO FIND CORREA FOR ANOTHER C-TRIGGER KNEE STRIKE — DROP TOEHOLD! DROP TOEHOLD! CAGE CHARGES FORWARD AT CORREA BUT CORREA GOT UP FROM ONE KNEE IN THE NICK OF TIME, CONNECTING WITH A DROP TOEHOLD, AND NOW TRYING TO MANEUVER IT INTO AN ANKLE LOCK AFTER PLANTING CAGE FIRST-FIRST INTO THE COLD, HARD MAT!
Russillo: Cage in a world of danger right now!
Peters: CORREA HAS THE ANKLE LOCK APPLIED, AND THERE’S NOWHERE FOR HIM TO GO NOW — BUT HE MANAGES TO TURN HIS BODY OVER, DRAWING IN BOTH OF HIS LEGS AND KICKING ALEJANDRO CORREA IN THE CHEST, SENDING HIM STAGGERING BACK AGAINST THE ROPES, NOW FALLING FORWARD — SMALL PACKAGE PIN BY CAGE!
Ref: ONEEEEE!!!!!!… TWOOOOOO!!!!… THRRR–
Peters: KICKOUT BY CORREA! CORREA IS FAST UP TO HIS FEET, AND NOW A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT FROM CAGE, BUT CORREA DUCKS UNDER IT, SPRINTING TOWARD THE ROPES AND BOUNCING OFF OF THEM! QUE GOLAZO! QUE GOLAZO! THE BICYCLE KICK — NO! NO! CAGE ELUDES THE BICYCLE KICK, CONNECTING WITH A HEADBUTT FROM A SIDE-ANGLED POSITION! CORREA IS PERFECTLY POSITIONED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, AND CAGE RUNS FORWARD, GOING FOR DEATH ROW! THE CURB STOMP! DEATH ROW CONNECTS, IT CONNECTS! THAT BOOT STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, MAN THAT LOOKED UGLY! ALEJANDRO CORREA IS ABSOLUTELY LAID OUT, WITH DIAMOND CAGE HOOKING THE LEG FOR THE COVER!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!… THRRRR–
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
( “Shot from a Cannon” by Chevelle blares over the arena’s speakers as the referee raises the victorious Diamond Cage’s arm. Cage is favoring his leg as he rolls out of the ring, clearly physically exhausted from Correa throwing the kitchen sink at him )
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… DIAMONDDDD CAGE!!!!!
Peters: Alejandro Correa had a great shot to win there, but it was not to be. Both of these men did an excellent job tonight. Correa doesn’t have anything to be ashamed of, it just wasn’t his tonight.
Russillo: Cage just snatched victory from the jaws of defeat here tonight, capitalizing when he needed to and making the right moves. It was anyone’s ballgame up until the very end. A tightly contested match between these two. I can’t wait to see what they both have in store next.
(Malcolm Jones can be seen walking down the hall with headphones on listening to music as someone taps his shoulder causing him to stop in his tracks, he turns around to see a smiling Mr. DEDEDE)
Malcolm Jones: Aye what’s good old man, I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight.
Mr. DEDEDE: I’m always watching, especially when my opponents are in action, gotta get a nice little scouting report heading into our matchup.
Malcolm Jones: Man you should already know what I’m about big homie, you the one who helped groom me into this monster.
Mr. DEDEDE: That’s true, but like every other monster, I expect you to become even bigger than what your creator intended you to become.
Malcolm Jones: What am I.. Frankenstein? I get it tho, get a good look at me and see what I do to Maximum, because that might just be your future. (Malcolm nudges DEDEDE)
Mr. DEDEDE: Well I love the confidence, however you can’t do it on your own. It’s not looking too good for ya boy I hate to say it, you saw what happened last night with Impact, not to mention he has a solo match he’s going to wanna focus on and save himself for, this match is nothing to him.
Malcolm Jones: We already talked about any concerns regarding that, he’s gonna be on point and I’m gonna be on point, I hope you and Impact are on point. Besides, how long can you two settle for just being tag team competitors? You two have made names for yourselves as solo competitors all over the place over the years, I just KNOW you’re going to want the same here in REVOLT. As great as you may be as a team, you’re even greater alone.
Mr. DEDEDE: I love it, trying to drive a wedge in between Impact and I, right out of my playbook… I taught you well. I’ll tell you what though, win lose or draw there’s no love lost on this side. Just know I won’t be holding back at all and I don’t expect you to do the same either. I know what you’re capable of and I fully expect for you to make your mark here in REVOLT and eventually become the very face of this company. However, that process will be prolonged if you think you’re going to be able to get passed me.
Malcolm Jones: Good to know we have the same expectations for myself. But I do intend on passing you, you always wanted someone to learn from you and become a better version of yourself right? Well you’re looking at him. I don’t intend to let you down. Or maybe defeating you will let you down, I don’t know. But I do know that I’m walking out as a champion come REVOLT 1.
Mr. DEDEDE: I wouldn’t expect you to feel any different. Just prepare for the disappointment that will follow that pending L.
(Mr. DEDEDE taps Malcolm Jones on the shoulder and walks off as Malcolm Jones looks on)
(Camera fades back to ringside)
James Peters: Coming up next, a debuting Garrison Wolfe takes on the man who will face Scott Diamond at REVOLT 1… “The Revenant” Michael Bishop!
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
(“Lithium” by Nirvana hits as Garrison Wolfe saunters down to the ring, coolly indifferent in his facial expression, ignoring the fans’ attempts to high-five him along the way. The crowd greets him with boos)
Braxton: Introducing first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds… “THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD”… GARRISON WOLFEEEEEEE!!!!!
Peters: Look at Wolfe, so arrogant before the bell has even sounded. He thinks he has this match in the bag already.
Russillo: You’ve got to act like a winner to become a winner. Wolfe is showing that stone-faced irreverence right now. He doesn’t care who his opponent is or what background they originate from. The fans may not like it, you may not like it, but it’s getting Wolfe places!
(“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica blares over the speakers as The Revenant makes his way down the aisle to a majority-cheering audience with a smattering of boos spliced in)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 241 pounds… THE REVENANTTTTTTT!!!!
Peters: Michael Bishop is his name, but he prefers to go by The Revenant. This is a guy who can take down virtually anyone in Revolt. I know that’s a lofty statement to make, but I think it’s a reflection of how talented this guy truly is.
Russillo: Don’t count your chickens before the egg hatches. Garrison Wolfe isn’t intimidated.
Peters: Yeah? Maybe he should be.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Peters: This much-anticipated bout is underway! The Revenant and Garrison Wolfe are circling each other in the ring right now, with Revenant seeming particularly eager to grapple, but Wolfe not having any of it early as Revenant extendeds his arm out and Wolfe feigns interest for a moment before backing away! But now a charge from The Revenant to the midsection of Garrison Wolfe, and The Revenant is going for a takedown, but Wolfe quickly stifles that plan with a knee to the jaw of The Revenant, followed by another two cleanly connected jabs to the side of The Revenant’s head! Garrison Wolfe has The Revenant pinned up against the ropes, with the referee trying to separate the two of them as The Revenant has a glassy-eyed look to him, but Garrison Wolfe continues pounding away with chops to the chest of The Revenant! The Revenant stumbles forward in the ring, now falling flat on his face!
Russillo: The Revenant is in a precarious position early. Not exactly how he drew it up.
Peters: And Garrison Wolfe springs off the ropes slowly, measuring exactly where The Revenant is in the ring before launching himself in the air and striking down with a high knee drop to the back of The Revenant’s–NO! The Revenant moves out of the way, Garrison Wolfe’s high knee drop doesn’t connect and it appears he may have landed awkwardly on that same knee! He had The Revenant early, but it’s never a good sign. If his knee is gone, The Revenant is going to have a window of opportunity to capitalize.
Russillo: And you can see that as Garrison Wolfe favors the knee, it’s allowing The Revenant some much-needed time to regroup!
Peters: The Revenant is rising to his feet, and Garrison Wolfe is still writhing in agony on the ground, holding that knee in pain! The Revenant is up and he’s been allowed to regain his composure after initially being knocked off his game, quickly going on the offensive to Garrison Wolfe trying to boot stomp that injured knee of Wolfe’s into the ground, BUT WOLFE FROM A GROUNDED POSITION MANAGES TO THROW THE REVENANT HEAD-FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! WOLFE FROM BEHIND THE REVENANT WITH A ROLL-UP!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEE!!!!…. TWOOOOOOO!!!!!… THRRR–
Peters: But a kickout by The Revenant! The Revenant was completely caught off guard there. Not a case of playing possum as you can see Wolfe still favoring that knee he landed awkwardly on, but what incredible resourcefulness by Garrison! He’s showing the tenacity and the killer instinct you want to see in a wrestler tonight. Wolfe now struggles to his feet, The Revenant following him shortly thereafter, and the two both manage to sluggishly rise to their feet! Wolfe and The Revenant are back to a vertical base, now meeting each other head-on! THE REVENANT WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE OF GARRISON WOLFE! The Revenant then follows that dirty tactic by Irish whipping Garrison Wolfe off the ropes, catching him on the follow-through and taking him up for the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, and he’s got him — BUT THE REVENANT IS UNABLE TO TAKE HIM DOWN AS WOLFE REVERSES IT AND CONNECTS WITH A TORNADO DDT, PLANTING THE REVENANT ON HIS FACE!
Russillo: The Revenant just straight-up eating that mat. He had Garrison Wolfe set up nicely but he couldn’t hammer the nail all the way in. Garrison Wolfe’s coffin remains open.
Peters: Garrison Wolfe is struggling to regain his breath and put a shoulder over The Revenant for the cover, but it might not matter, The Revenant looks like he’s out cold. Incapacitated, even. Wolfe inches closer and closer, clawing his way over to The Revenant, and finally Wolfe has managed to get a shoulder over his opponent!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOO!!!!…
Peters: But a kickout from The Revenant! Wolfe thought he had The Revenant there, he looks on over at the referee with disbelief in his eyes! Garrison Wolfe is up on one knee, and he’s taking The Revenant along with him, using his impressive strength to drag him back to a vertical base! Revenant is up, but he’s dazed, and Garrison Wolfe throws The Revenant off the ropes again, and this time Garrison darts off the ropes on the other end, trying to meet The Revenant in the middle of the ring! SAINT WITH A SINNER’S MIND! NO! THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL THAT WOULD HAVE SURELY FINISHED THIS MATCH MISSES AS REVENANT DUCKS UNDER IT, CONNECTING WITH A KICK TO THE GROIN OF GARRISON WOLFE AS WOLFE TURNS AROUND, NOW HOISTING HIM UP IN THAT JACKHAMMER POSITION! THE EXECUTIONER! HE’S GOING FOR THE EXECUTIONER!
Russillo: Oh, no!
Peters: BUT WOLFE FALLS ON HIS FEET, NOT LETTING THE REVENANT PLANT HIS HEAD, AND NOW HAS THE REVENANT ON HIS BLINDSIDE, TAKING HIM BY THE NAPE OF HIS NECK AND TOSSING HIM ONTO THE OUTSIDE! GARRISON WOLFE IS GASSED, JUST COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED, AS HE COLLAPSES TO ONE KNEE AND REVENANT TRIES TO RISE TO HIS FEET ON THE OUTSIDE!
Peters: The referee is trying to make sure Garrison Wolfe is okay, and Wolfe is now grabbing him by the arm. What the hell is this? IT’S SCOTT DIAMOND! SCOTT DIAMOND FROM BEHIND THE REVENANT CONNECTS WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE RIGHT AS HE GETS UP, THE REFEREE STILL CHECKING ON GARRISON WOLFE! DIAMOND QUICKLY TAKES HIM UP WHILE THE REFEREE’S ATTENTION IS OCCUPIED, SCOTT DIAMOND TAKES THE REVENANT UP AND HITS HIM WITH THAT VORTEX! THE FIREMAN’S CARRY FACEBUSTER CONNECTS, AND SCOTT DIAMOND FLEES INTO THE STANDS! THE REFEREE TURNS HIS ATTENTION OVER TO THE REVENANT, AND GARRISON WOLFE IS NOW FULLY RECOVERED!
Russillo: Damn that Scott Diamond! All he does is come in and beat people up! This is starting to get old!
Peters: Be that as it may, Wolfe goes onto the outside, forcing The Revenant back into the ring, now hooking the leg for the cover…
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOO!!!!!… THRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Lithium” by Nirvana hits as the referee raises Garrison Wolfe’s arm. The crowd explodes with deafening boos after watching Scott Diamond’s assault on The Revenant pave Wolfe’s path to victory)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… GARRISON WOLFEEEEE!!!!!
Peters: Just an absolute farce. Scott comes down here and he does whatever the hell he wants, seemingly without consequence. When is the terror going to end?
Russillo: Scott has wreaked havoc and he’s made himself a force to be reckoned with, but I’m not sure how anything he’s done thus far is something he can be proud of. Scott just ruined what had been a fantastic bout between Garrison Wolfe and The Revenant!
(We cut to ringside as Talib Bari stands before a table holding the vacant Freeweight Championship as well as a contract. He signals for a mic as the crowd unwinds and settles down.)
Talib Bari: Tonight, I have the honor of moderating a contract signing between Ms. Extreme and Sienna Jade.
(A mixed reaction from the crowd at the sound of both names, but it doesn’t stop Talib from continuing.)
Talib Bari: Hey, I know, I get it. Now, these two are heading into REVOLT 1 with an amazing opportunity on the line. That is, the chance at becoming the first ever Freeweight Champion in REVOLT History! Without any further introductions, here are the two ladies competing for the title this Saturday!
(“Off With Her Head” by Icon for Hire plays, and Ms. Extreme is greeted by a mostly mixed from the crowd. She makes her way down to the ring with a smirk on her face, occasionally high-fiving the first row in attendance. Once in the ring, she glances at the title before sitting down in one of the leather chairs.)
Talib Bari: Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Extreme!
(As the crowd cheers once more, Ms. Extreme greets them back with a wave. The camera transitions to the stage as “Resurge” by Gone is Gone hits the arena. Sienna Jade appears wearing her trademark holographic veil. She walks down the ramp with precision, without losing sight of the Freeweight Championship and Ms. Extreme.)
Talib Bari: And her opponent at REVOLT 1, Sienna Jade!
(The two are given mics from ringside. Ms. Extreme is glaring daggers at Sienna Jade, but Sienna only responds with a sinister smile.)
Talib Bari: Now ladies, as per order of Mike Silver and as moderator, I ask that the two of you keep this contract signing as tranquil as possible. We wouldn’t want any issues ahead of—
(Ms. Extreme raises a mic to her lips, interrupting Talib.)
Ms. Extreme: Only there is an issue here, Talib. You see, Sienna cost me the main event against Lexi Sheckler. How do you think I look going into REVOLT 1 losing to Lexi of all people! Had it not been for you, Sienna, I would’ve had the match won. You know it too, that’s why you had to rear your ugly head where it doesn’t belong: in my business.
Sienna Jade: Your business? Honey, the moment you were announced as a contender for the Freeweight Championship, you’ve been nothing but my business. Let’s not forget, you cost me a victory against Kassidy Heart as well. Guess you can’t handle a little bit of payback.
(The crowd hisses back, and Sienna smirks back at an annoyed Ms. Extreme.)
Ms. Extreme: There’s payback and then there’s being a bitch – which you fit the role of perfectly. Costing me the victory, taking credit for what we did together, and now trying to take away my place as champion? I remember thinking that we could come here to REVOLT, this untouched paradise, and we could rule the rose garden that was the Freeweight division. Though you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side ever since you went into business for yourself. But I won’t let you cause me to bleed out. If you want to talk about payback, then let me tell you, I’m going to get payback for the pain you’ve caused me and I’m going to rip not just the thorn out of my side, but I’m going to rip that title away from you.
(Ms. Extreme receives a few cheers. She focuses on the title, gesturing at it before continuing.)
Ms. Extreme: This is what you want, isn’t it? Look, I get it. You and I built this division from the ground up. Hell, we were the ones who drove Aria Jaxon out of REVOLT. But just as you did back then, you had to cost me something I’ve worked just as hard to get. All because you crave the attention and the power. Well this Saturday, I’ll prove that I can overcome your cheap tactics. I’ll play your little game better than you, and I’ll even beat you at it – at the end of REVOLT 1, I will become the first ever Freeweight Champion.
Sienna Jade: I think you’re getting far too ahead of yourself, Ms. Extreme. I’d be careful if I were you – you wouldn’t want to pose yourself as a threat before our match, and then get your ass handed to you by yours truly. And no, I won’t just stop at the Freeweight Championship. See, I have an issue with women like you as well. You come from a family with a lot of power and influence in this industry. But me, I’ve had to prove my worth. I’ve had to show these people I could stand among the big names such as Aria Jaxon and Madison Kaline. Just like I did with the former, I’ll be sure take you out before you can even savor your moment as champion.
(Sienna Jade receives a mixed reaction.)
Ms. Extreme: Prove your worth? Last time I checked, you were handed the opportunity at the title. Then you’ve got people like Talib Bari over here calling you the money maker of the company! They should be calling you Sienna Jaded, because you’ve done nothing but cheat and lie your way into this title match. You haven’t experienced pain like I have, Sienna, at least not yet. You have no idea what it’s like to have something you’ve worked your whole life for out of your hands, but this Saturday, I’ll be the one doing the honors.
(Ms. Extreme signs her name on the contract. She throws in a few inaudible taunts before raising her mic once more.)
Ms. Extreme: The match is basically official, just sign it already. What? Are you scared—
Sienna Jade: I don’t think you get it, Ms. Extreme. Your bad bitch facade doesn’t faze me. I won’t allow you to have the last word. Because when I win this Freeweight Championship, I’ll forever be known as the true establisher of this division. Maybe you’ll plan on giving me a few scars, but you won’t defeat me. Not when I’m so close to controlling the Freeweight division. But hey, when you fall, just know you can always fall back on that fucking bloodline you’re oh-so proud of. After all, the only title you’ll ever amount to in life will always be this: being inferior Ava sister.
(Sienna goes to sign her name, laughing in the face of Ms. Extreme. She tosses her pen, and proceeds to exit the ring.)
James Peters: Wait a minute…MS. EXTREME BLINDSIDES SIENNA JADE! MS. EXTREME HAS HAD ENOUGH AS SHE BEGINS TO LAND A SERIES OF PUNCHES TO SIENNA!
Rich Russillo: These two couldn’t wait until Saturday! Ms. Extreme has had to claw her way into this title match all while Sienna Jade watched on. And this crowd is firmly behind her as she grabs Sienna by the hair for that signature hair-pull mat slam!
James Peters: Talib Bari is trying his best to contain the brawl here, but Ms. Extreme is having none of it! Sienna Jade is desperately trying to gain the upperhand here, but Extreme continues to deal the damage!
Rich Russillo: Now Extreme is looking for a bit of separation as she taunts for Sienna to get up. Extreme has Sienna in position……SHE’S GOING FOR IT! EXTREME MEASURES! EXTREME MEASURES! MS. EXTREME TAKES SIENNA JADE DOWN WITH PRECISION!
(Ms. Extreme looks over at the Freeweight Championship. She takes it off the table and raises it up high above her head as the crowd cheers.)
James Peters: Could this be a foreshadowing of events waiting to happen at REVOLT 1? Over the past few weeks we’ve seen Extreme grown from a star frustrated by her past, and I think it’s clear that she’s ready to set her demons aside as she looks to become the Freeweight Champion.
Rich Russillo: This crowd couldn’t agree with you any more James…but wait…Sienna Jade stumbles to her feet! SIENNA IS NOT DONE WITH EXTREME HERE TONIGHT! EXTREME IS NOT AWARE AS SIENNA CONNECTS WITH THAT RAW SIENNA FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!
(The crowd erupts with boos and insults as Sienna Jade stands tall over Ms. Extreme.)
Rich Russillo: Main event time! Maximus Grier… Malcolm Jones… so much at stake!
(REVOLT 1 – Grier vs. Elite hype package is aired)
(Camera fades back to the ring)
( “Paradise” by Big Sean plays on the loud speakers, and Malcolm Jones strolls out in ring gear with dark shades covering his eyes, flanked by Chris Elite who is similarly dressed for the occasion. )
( DING! DING! DING! )
Bella Braxton: This following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Chris Elite, from Harlem, New York weighing in at 230 pounds…. MALCOOOOOOOOOLM JOOOONES!!!!
Russillo: You can just tell by the energy from this crowd that this next one is going to be good. Out here are two men brimming with total confidence, who could very well be leaving Revolt 1 with more championship gold than some other athletes win in their whole careers!
Peters: Revolt 1 is on everyone’s minds, but I’m pretty sure these two have been preparing for that night more than anybody else on the card. They’re going to be in the ring with bonafide legends, and particularly on Chris Elite’s end, he’s gonna be competing in two MAJOR contests. They’ve got so much on their mind for that evening, I wonder if that may not be a distraction for what MJ has to face tonight.
( ‘Long Live The Chief’ by Jidenna hits … the lights dim, and Maximus Grier begins making his entrance, eyeing the crowd for a bit before pointing his MAXIMUS INC. branded umbrella at the ring, where Malcolm Jones is watching. He continues his entrance. )
Bella Braxton: His opponent… from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 190 pounds… MMMMMAAXXXIMMMUUUUSS GRIER!!!!!
Russillo: Well you know what James you kinda actually made a really great point there, Malcolm Jones has got so much ahead of him that it could be enough to distract him from what he has to face now. Maximus Grier on the other hand … I mean God, you can see it in his eyes, he is completely LOCKED IN to every task he’s got in front of him! This kid’s head is not in the clouds!
Peters: Grier has got a chip on his shoulder, and you can tell Revolt 1 – as important as it will be for his career – is far from a distraction at this point. Right now it’s about beating the man in front of him and being the absolute best of this industry!
( DING! DING! DING! )
Russillo: As the bell sounds, Malcolm Jones begins addressing his wristbands and hopping in place a bit thinking of a strategy before closing in on his opponent, Maximus Grier. 40 pound size difference, 5 inch height difference – all in the favor of Malcolm Jones, and it’s evident in the greco roman knuckle lock tangle these two opponents are having … Malcolm Jones is blessed with all the physical tools for success, including incredible speed and poise, however he is in the form position of superior physical strength, evident by how he’s wearing down on Grier with this knuckle lock.
Peters: But Grier uses the resourcefulness that brought him to the game by taking Jones down with a drop toe hold, and scrambling for a grounded rear waistlock. Some more info as these two jockey for position — remember, Malcolm Jones despite all of the physical advantage he’s got, has also got the edge on experience as well! Training from one of the greatest athletes of all time, time spent in the world class developmental centers of pro wrestling, meanwhile Maximus Grier’s barely been in this business for a year! Malcolm Jones manages to get footing despite Grier maintaining a rear waistlock, and he swipes his arm back for a rolling backfist, but Grier ducks it and COUNTERS WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Jones however squirms out of it just as he’s hoisted off his feet and manages to push Grier back into the ropes by his shoulders – only to follow it up with a running knee to the chest!
Russillo: Jones takes Grier across the ring with an Irish whip, and Jones gets a bit ahead of himself and leaps high into the air just as he believes Grier is going to rebound off those parallel ropes – but instead Maximus Grier stops himself using the ropes, springs to the apron, eggs Malcolm Jones on to rush at him only to sling his shoulder through the ropes and connect right into the midsection of Jones! Grier baseball slides under the bottom rope and takes Jones down with a rollup!
Peters: Jones rolls backwards out of it, and counters with a pinning bridge of his own! But the official calls it off due to Jones’ feet hitting the bottom rope! Malcolm Jones gets up and immediately starts whining to the ref, come on now, seriously?
Russillo: It’s a stupid technicality! You have your own foot foot, not your opponents but your OWN foot near the bottom rope and that somehow delegitimizes a pin attempt? It’s one of the dumbest rules in wrestling.
Peters: Yeah but it’s a waste of time even stressing over it, you don’t want to get too in your head like Malcom is doing all over a rather inconvenient rule at best. It’s just given Maximus Grier a chance to recover now, ironically enough with the aid of the ring ropes, and by the time Malcolm Jones walks back over to him Grier has a chance to deliver a forearm to the face! And follows up with a LOUD SHOOT KICK! ANOTHER KICK TO THE THIGH! A THIRD CAUSES JONES TO RUSH THROUGH THE ROPES AND STEP ONE FOOT ON THE APRON! MAXIMUS GRIER FOLLOWS UP BY GRABBING JONES BY THE HEAD WITH ONE HAND AND PUMMELING FOREARM PUNCHES WITH THE OTHER ARM DESPITE JONES BEING TANGLED UP IN THE ROPES! This forces the official to drag Maximus Grier away, and allows Jones to free himself from a rather compromising position. Jones drops down to ringside and is met by his partner Chris Elite. Looks like the two are gonna discuss strategy.
Russillo: Smart thing to do, it’s a good time to regroup and establish an actual gameplan instead of freestyling. This is healthy for Chris Elite in all honesty, he needs to see what kind of opponent he’s going to be dealing with in first person for what will more than likely be a historic Welterweight Championship match! Malcolm Jones walks back up the ring steps confidently, with a smile on his face looking a lot more sure of hismself now. Jones springs over the ropes and charges at Grier for a running clothesline! Grier’s taken down, he recovers, another clothesline! Grier recovers quickly but a bit more slowly, and Jones whips him into the turnbuckle and FOLLOWS UP WITH A RUNNING KNEE! WATER WHIP HITS ITS MARK! Maximus Grier stumbles down to the ground now and Malcolm Jones runs the ropes again before brushing his shoulders off, taunting to the crowd, and delivering a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRES!!!!
Peters: INTO THE DOUBLE KNEES OF MAXIMUS GRIER!!! JONES JUMPS UP INTO THE AIR IN PAIN, HOLDING HIS RIBS WHICH COULD VERY WELL HAVE BEEN BRUISED … HE STUMBLES OVER TO MAXIMUS GRIER, AND GRIER CATCHES HIM WITH A SMALL PACKAGE PIN!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWWWWWWWW-
Russillo: Jones kicks out right after two! Malcolm Jones rolls away, slowly hoping to retreat from the ring, and Chris Elite is calling for him to bail before it’s too late… but Maximus Grier is right back on him, right before he hits the bottom rope he goes for a LOW DROPKICK … NOBODY HOME, BUT GRIER INADVERTENTLY CAUGHT CHRIS ELITE WITH THAT LOW DROPKICK RIGHT IN THE FACE, SENDING HIM INTO THE BARRICADE WITH FORCE! Doesn’t look like Grier cares too much about his misfire, he still pretty much got something out of it I guess.
Peters: Malcolm Jones meanwhile recovers, but not quick enough to avoid a NASTY REVERSE ROUNDHOUSE, SENDING JONES INTO THE CORNER! Jones hits the turnbuckle but stumbles barely knowing where he is… finding himself in a front facelock into the PYRAMID SCHEEEEEEEEMEEEEEE!!!! TORNADO SATELLITE DDT USING THE CORNER AND THE ROPES FOR MOMENTUM!!!! THAT’S DRILLED MALCOLM JONES CROWN-FIRST INTO THE MAT, AND GRIER FOLLOWS UP BY ROLLING THROUGH BACK TO HIS FEET, WITH MALCOLM JONES BACK ON HIS HOULDERS …. AND A FIREMANS CARRY NECKBREAKER, FLIPPING JONES NECKFIRST INTO THE KNEE! WHAT A BRUTAL COMBINATION OF MOVES, AND MAXIMUS GRIER FOLLOWS UP WITH A DOUBLE HOOK OF THE LEGS!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
( The referee’s count stops. )
Peter: Hey what the hell?
( Chris Elite is seen confronting the referee at ringside. )
Chris Elite: SO YOU GON LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT SHIT MY GUY? THAT WAS A CHEAP SHOT!
Russillo: Chris is absolutely right, that move earlier on him was completely un-called for! And thankfully this crowd is smart enough to agree! Usually moves like this get you booed in professional wrestling, but if there’s one guy here that’s unhappy it’s Maximus Grier, who’s now rolled underneath the bottom rope and GETS INTO A SHOVING MATCH WITH CHRIS ELITE! CHRIS SHOVES BACK! AND THESE TWO ARE DAMN NEAR READY TO COME TO BLOWS … BUT A FEW MORE OFFICIALS RUSH IN BETWEEN THE TWO TO CONTROL THE CONFLICT! Maximus Grier gets an earbeating from the referee, who already had to dish out an earbeating to Chris Elite. This poor official has got his hands full, but Grier eventually obliges and rolls back into the ring to meet Malcolm Jones … who FIRES OFF WITH A BIG TIME UPPERCUT! GRIER STRIKES BACK WITH A RIGHT HAND! Jones drops back to the mat, and Maximus looks down with those cold and callous eyes, delivering a penetrating gaze before STOMPING on the hand of Jones! And hitting a stomp to the side of the head, standing on MJ’s head before taunting to the crowd.
Peters: This crowd isn’t having that, looks like they’re on the Blicky Boyz’s side here, so Grier responds in turn by grabbing the right hand of Jones and WRENCHING IT AS MUCH AS HE CAN. The referee is pleading for Grier to stop, but Grier politely tells the official to ‘f off’ before WRENCHING BACK SEVERAL FINGERS OF MALCOLM JONES… AND KICKING HIM STRAGHT INTO THE SAME BICEP OF THE ARM! The official doesn’t like it but unfortunately there’s not much he can do about this one.
Russillo: Why is this allowed??? In no other sport, and I mean no other sport, not even CAGE FIGHTING, is this okay.
Peters: Grier follows up, grabbing Malcolm Jones by the arm and attempting to wrap that right arm around the top rope… but Jones is putting up as much of a fight as he can, and eventually clocks back a right elbow that temporarily stuns his opponent! Jones rushes back at Grier who’s leaned back on the turnbuckle, but Grier hits a kick to the bicep and FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH A RUNNING ARMBREAKER! BUT JONES CLIPS THE LEG AT THE VERY LAST SECOND AND TEES OFF WITH LEFT HAND PUNCHES TO THE RIBS AT A RAPIDFIRE RATE! THIS SOFTENS THE BLOW OF THAT ARMBREAKER GOING DOWN, AND ALLOWS JONES TO MOUNT OVER GRIER WITH LEFTS CLUBBING OVER THE HEAD OVER AND OVER AGAIN, UNTIL THE OFFICIAL IS FORCED TO INTERVENE!
Ref: 1! 2! 3! 4!
Russillo: MJ backs off, and he turns to the crowd beating his chest and firing himself up, only to receive that same energy in return from these fans! MJ’s trying to slap some feeling back into that right arm, and he pulls Maximus Grier up and pulls him in PERHAPS LOOKING FOR THE L-TRAIN!!!!! COULD THE CANADIAN DESTROYER WIN THE DAY FOR JONES??? NO, GRIER IS FIGHTING OUT OF IT WITH THE BEST THAT HE’S GOT, AND IS TRYING TO SEND JONES UP AND OVER THE ROPES TO TUMBLE TO THE OUTSIDE … BUT JONES LANDS ON THE APRON SMOOTHLY! GRIER CHARGES AT HIM! ROPE-ASSISTED ENZUIGIRI FROM JONES! MJ FOLLOWS IT UP, COMBAT ROLLS OVER THE ROPES INTO THE RING, AND SPRINGS UP INTO THE EVISCERATION!!!! CODEBREAKER THAT IS THE SHADES OF THE ONE AND ONLY IMPACT! TAKING MAXIMUS GRIER DOWN!
( MJ does the signature Impact taunt, bobbing his head side to side and mocking Impact while Chris Elite does the same ringside. )
Peters: LOOKS LIKE MJ’S GOING TO FOLLOW UP HERE AT THE CORNER… HE GETS DOWN TO ONE KNEE AND DOES THAT SIGNATURE BECKON CALL TAUNT MADE FAMOUS BY MR. DEDEDE…. HE’S GOT A BIG GRIN ON HIS FACE WHILE DOING IT, BUT HE KNOWS GOOD AND WELL HOW EFFECTIVE HIS MOVE IS…. MAXIMUS GRIER IS BACK ON HIS FEET, HE TURNS AROUND, AND IS NAILED WITH THE SPEEEEEEEEEEEAR!!!!! C-TRAIN MEETS IT’S DESTINATION, AND TURNS GRIER INSIDE OUT!!!! THERE’S THE COVER!!!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRR-
( The official stops his count, as Chris Elite rushes into the ring, and Impact enters at the same time. )
Russillo: IMPACT AND ELITE GET INTO AN ALL OUT FIST FIGHT, IMMEDIATELY PROMPTING THE REF TO GET IN BETWEEN THIS … BUT IMPACT PUTS THE REFEREE’S LIGHTS OUT WITH THE FIST OF FURY! UNGODLY HAYMAKER SENDING THE OFFICIAL FLYING THROUGH THE ROPES AND LANDING ON THE OUTSIDE!
Peters: CHRIS ELITE LOOKS TO RUSH BACK AT IMPACT TO CONTINUE THIS FIGHT — BUT FROM BEHIND, MR. DEDEDE RUSHES INTO THE RING AND TRAPS BIG BLOODY BHRIS WITH A FULL NELSON! AND IMPACT STARTS TEEING OFF WITH PUNCHES TO THE OPEN BODY OF CHRIS ELITE, PUNISHING HIM WITH A WICKED ASSORTMENT OF RIGHTS AND LEFTS, MAINLY TO THE TORSO AREA!
Russillo: BUT HERE COMES MALCOLM JONES, MANHANDLING IMPACT AWAY FROM HIS PARTNER AND SENDING HIM TO THE GROUND! Imp recovers, but Jones starts firing away with as any punches as he can! Impact’s got his back against the ropes, just eating attacks from a fired up Malcolm Jones – but Imp shoves MJ away and DEDEDE REBOUNDS OFF THE SAME ROPES IMP IS BACK AGAINST TO GET MOMENTUM BEHIND THE SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!! MALCOLM JONES TAKEN DOWN BY MR. DEDEDE WITH AN EMPHATIC SPEAR!
Peters: THIS CROWD THAT WAS JUST BEHIND MALCOLM JONES STILL COULDN’T HELP THEMSELVES TO POP FOR THAT SPEAR! AND DDD LOOKS DOWN AT HIS PUPIL BEFORE BEING BLINDSIDED BY THE BOX!!!!! OFFICE!!!!! SMAAAAAAAASH!!!!! MR. DEDEDE’S LIGHTS HAVE BEEN PUT OUT BY GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS!!!!
( Impact charges at Elite – but officials rush into the ring to separate both sides, while Malcolm Jones and Mr. DEDEDE roll out of the ring and drop to the ringside floor while still reeling from the respective blows they’ve taken. )
Russillo: THINGS HAVE GOTTEN COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL HERE! IMPACT IS ASSAULTING ANYONE HE SEES, FIGHTING THROUGH THE CROWD, AND CHRIS ELITE IS JUST AS READY TO GET HIS HANDS ON IMPACT!
Peters: Things went to hell in a handbasket in a hurry! Liquid Swords wanted to use this match as a moment to make his statement, but instead his partner’s eaten a Box Office Smash, and had it not been for some outside intervention he may very well have been next!
Russillo: BOTH SHOWS THIS WEEKEND ENDED WITH THESE TWO TEAMS BRAWLING… THEY CAN’T STAND EACH OTHER, JUST IMAGINE WHAT WE’RE IN STORE FOR NEXT SATURDAY!!
(Camera fades to black and the REVOLT! logo buzzes)