Post by Austin Starr on Jun 15, 2010 16:10:05 GMT -8
(OOC Note--Robin didn't renew the domain, given the state we're in I don't blame him. The opening isn't going to be exactly like normal, mainly because I don't remember it.....but other then that, things will be in order.)
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Tonights' webcast begins on a different note as from the blackness we can see one part of the management team in Austin Starr flipping a silver dollar again and again with his legs kicked up on his worn desk.
Austin Starr: Good evening SCW, let me go ahead and get right to the point. This second chances re-invention of SCW has been doomed from the get go, even when AK and Callahan first resigned talent I knew that they were doomed from the start. And as usual, I was proven right when week after week, one after another the same men who just signed would simply not show up at the arena. Those were the smart ones, those men knew what a sham they were being peddled and got out before anything could happen. What was left were the mindless sheep who were either too pathetic to find elsewhere, or they knew they couldn't cut it in another promotion so they walk around daily trying to salvage whatever translucent and pathetic attempt at a name and image that they created here.
I'm sorry, I really need to get to a doctor, this pesky cough has been bothering me for quite some time now. So let me go ahead and wrap this up. One of the few things that Kenneth and me have agreed upon is that putting our time and resources into a rotting carcass of a once former great name is asinine and pointless. So I am officially issuing an ultimatum, if a drastic turn around isn't seen by the end of next weeks Penance show--then Ken and myself are putting this company out of its misery and closing the doors for good. One final special is currently being discussed, but more details of that will be revealed only if and when the time comes. Until then viewing public, enjoy the show, because the days are now numbered....
Austin Starr simply grins and chuckles to himself as the view fades from his office and goes out to the ring where we can see our dumbfounded announcers struggling to put words to what Austin has just said.
Bob: One week, that's not enough time, I can't afford to lose my job right now.
Julian: Unemployment stinks...
Bob: Despite all of this though Julian, the show must go on. Whether it's one day or one week, we have to give the fans what they've tuned in for.
“Can’t Touch This” by MC Hammer blares over the loud speakers as Sir Lucious Leftfoot comes out wearing a disco suit, and in his hand a pick could be found in his hand as he put it in his afro, and struts down the ramp way and makes his way down towards the ring and as he makes his way down towards the ring he break dances and does the Stella Mac and grabs his “Unmentionables” and makes his way to the ring steps when McGuiness finally decides to introduce the following over the load speakers.
McGuiness – The Following contest is a standard singles, Introducing first from Compton, California, the hardest Gangster ever that rooms the streets, weighing in at 210 pounds and coming in at a heights of 5’9 he is the man , the myth and the disco legend himself, ladies and gentleman he is Sir Lucious Leftfoot.
Leftfoot break dances some more as he goes up the ring steps taking each step at a time, and sliding under the bottom rope and rolling himself into the ring and springing himself back up and he continues do to his disco moves. Just then “I believe” by Creed hit the loud speakers and a man known as Kenneth Walker exits the curtains to a shower of cheers as he makes his way down towards the ring and he jumps up onto the ring and ducks under the top rope and slips inside of the ring and McGuinness hit the loud speakers again.
McGuiness - And now it is Leftfoot’s opponent who is coming From Tacoma, Washington weighing in at around 240 pounds, and with an amazing height of 6’2. He is also known as The Relic, he is also 50 percent partial owner of the SCW, ladies and gentleman he is Kenneth Walker.
Bob: And now our first match is about to get under way.
Jullian: I’m surprised Ken actually showed up I thought that man was supposed to go have a heart attack, or broken his hip by now with how old he is.
Leftfoot runs towards as soon as the bell is rung and right off the bat delivers a big clotheline and smashes Ken to the mat he then lets out an animalistic roar, pumping his fists to either side as he stares down at Walker, screaming at him to get up. Walker slowly begins to rise, but as soon as he reaches a vertical base... Leftfoot dives forward to try and take his head clear off of his shoulders with a charging clothesline… but Walker duck. Both men spin around to face each other, and a very determined looking Walker promptly smashes his fist into the jaw of Leftfoot. Leftfoot staggers from the shot, but doesn't fall back... prompting Walker to step forward and deliver another strike, and another. Backing him back towards the center of the ring, Ken keeps laying into him with punches, before grabbing him by his head...
Bob: Kenneth Walker starting to take action now after that early assault by Leftfoot
Jullian: This just goes to show how old Ken really is getting, he’s really out of shape.
Leftfoot topples to the mat clutching at his nose as Walker stands overhead, breathing heavily with a fire in his own eyes. He then quickly grabs Leftfoots by his head and forces him back up to his feet, drilling him with knees to the midsection, before shoving him back into the turnbuckle. Walker then pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle and starts raining down on the top of Leftfoot’s head with punch after punch. Just as the punch-count reaches nine, however, something entirely unexpected happens… Leftfoots hunkers down and grabs Walker by the legs, the crowd rising in volume as the seemingly impossible feat is done and he then drills him to the mat with a powerbomb.
Jullian: Just look at the sad excuse of an existence that old man.
Bob: He’s been known to take punishment before though Jullian
Ken, obviously in pain and in a daze, tries to roll back up to his knees while clutching at his head. Leftfoot walks over and grabs walkers head, pulling him to his feet as he glances around the ring, trying to scout his next move. Growing ever-more determined, Leftfoot archs Walker's head back and rears his free hand, before delivering a hard open palm strike to Walker's chest, letting go of him and sending him staggering back, clutching at his chest in pain. Leftfoots steps in for Walker once more and delivers a hard boot to the gut, before setting him up for a suplex.
Jullian: And now Leftfoot is making Walker look like a Jobber. I hate to say this Bob but I think I told you so.
Bob: Well it’s still early in the match Jullian.
However, just as Leftfoots goes to lift Walker...Walker hooks his foot under the rope, stopping him. Frustrated, Leftfoots tries to pull him up again, only to have Walker pound away at his stomach, trying to break free! Ken frantically keeps swinging away at Leftfoots' gut, when one swing goes sideways inadvertantly catches Leftfoots with a punch to the liver! Leftfoots's eyes bug out as his grip quickly loosens on Walker, allowing him to instead force Leftfoots up into the air, reversing the suplex into one of his own. Gritting his teeth from the effort, Ken turns around with Leftfoots to face the outside of the ring. The fans grow in volume as they realize Ken's plans, the challenger advancing to the ropes before leaning forward, looking to launch Leftfoots clear out of the ring! Once again, however, somehow despite everything that's came against him... Leftfoots not only lands on the ropes, but holds on for dear life to not break the hold with Ken! The fans erupt into cheers as Leftfoots begins throwing weak shots at Ken's mid-section with his knees, trying desperately to get him softened up in the hold. With a roar of effort, however, Ken rips Leftfoots up off the apron and falls back, dropping Leftfoots with a suplex back into the ring.
Indeed, both men remain on the mat as Ken wipes the sweat from his eyes, gritting his teeth as he rolls over. By now, the knee Leftfoottargeted earlier is beginning to act up a little, and Ken shakes his leg a bit and slaps at the knee to try and loosen it up some. Shaking his head, Ken starts to try and pull himself back up to his feet, all the while Leftfootstruggles just to make it to the ropes for support. Both men slowly but surely stagger back to their feet, both barely able to stand on their own weight after the grueling match they've held on through! Walker quickly tries to take back control, putting everything he has into it as he swings for a clothesline! But Leftfoots ducks underneath and grabs him in a waistlock, obviously looking for a German suplex; however, Walker battles back with a series of elbow shots to the side of the head, loosening his opponent’s grip before then reaching backwards and taking him over with a headlock takedown. Ken then picks him up and then delivers a kick to the gut as he signals for the Pay Off. As Ken holds Leftfoot over his head and maneuvers towards the corner so he can finish the move, the lights in the Vice Pit start to flicker on and off and parts of different theme songs come on over the speakers.
Bob: Have Austin and Ken already pulled the funds for the audio and visual guys.
Jullian: HA! They didn't get paid, so now they aint doin there jobs right.
In the confusion of the lights flickering bright then super dim, we can see another figure run inside the ring. We can see Leftfoot get dropped by Ken as he struggles with a shadowy assailant. Once the lights in the Vice Pit are returned to normal and the music issue is also resolved we can see Ken leaning over in the corner doubled over and coughing repeatedly. Meanwhile Leftfoot is now back on his feet as he does a little juke and jive to the side. Ken then turns around and Leftfoot charges and kicks Ken square in the face with The Big Leftfoot. The foot lands flush on the chin and Ken falls as Leftfoot happily drops down and hooks the leg. The referee then makes the count...
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Bob: Wow, what the hell happened Jullian. Something seems suspicious here.
Jullian: No. There is nothing suspicious here Ken has just gotten old and need to retire in an old folks home.
Bob: Despite the odd circumstances that just took place. Leftfoot probably just racked up the biggest win of his career, defeating Ken is no easy task.
Jullian: Too bad this place won't be around long enough for it to matter.
Bob: Ladies and gentleman, now we are proud to give you Valerie Melamid, fresh off winning the US Title on Penance last week against Blade LaVigne delivering her very first address as champion.
The lights grow dim. A gradual change, but a lone spotlight remains, trailing across the arena floor and starting to head up the ramp. It stays at the top, where a lone figure stands.Valerie Melamid.The new champion of SCW, Second Chance Wrestling.
For the moment, all she does is stand on the ramp. She looks left and right, peering in all the people in the stands and in the arena. The belt isn't around her waist, but rather draped over her shoulder, idly clutching it with one hand--not protectively and not possessively, but simply holding it against her.
"'Champion'."
Valerie just says that, tapping her chin with her free hand as she lingers in thought."To be the best above all else, to take first place in a competition, succeeding in a contest for supremacy. To be a champion is, simply put, to be above the rest."The belt shifts on her shoulder, and she hefts it up high with both hands, showing it off to the crowd."I guess I've demonstrated it. I don't know how, but I guess I've shown dominance. I've beaten everybody--I've beaten the champion, I've beaten upstarts, I've beaten contenders, and further down the line, I guess I'll beat the challengers for this belt as well."
Silence. Valerie ends there for the moment, taking a pause as she lowers the belt down to wrap it around her waist. The backside buckles click and snap as it sets into place, adorning itself onto her--it sags down a few inches, clearly designed more for a broad man than a slim woman, and she grabs it before it falls all the way down to her boots.
"It doesn't fit me. I guess you could say that's symbolic of something." She laughs dryly as she unbuckles it, slinging it over her shoulder again. "I suppose if you wanted to look at it that way. Maybe I'm not supposed to have it, because I don't have the right mindset of a champion. It refuses to cling on to me because it deems me unworthy, or something like that."Valerie taps her chin again. "I won't lie. Maybe there's some truth to it."She lifts up the belt. "To me, this is nothing more than a trophy, something to put on a stand and admire. Maybe you nod to yourself once or twice, saying to yourself 'Yup, I'm awesome', then you don't look at it again for a while; maybe you look at it again once you need assurance of how awesome you are."
"But a trophy needs skill, dedication, and power to achieve--just having it declares that you're a person who has it all in order to achieve it. You're not just an average person, you're a skilled person. You're not just a skilled person, you're a dedicated person. You're not just a dedicated person...you're powerful beyond all the others."
Valerie walks down the ramp, step by step to the arena, continuing to talk along the way. "I have you all as my witnesses."She grabs the rope and pulls herself up to the ring, stepping around in the center. "Week after week, I made my way into here and took on all comers. First it was Retcon, then Kiezamoore, then Kenneth Walker, then Chris Savage, then Blade LaVigne. I beat them all. Who will come after me next? Who'll try to claim the skills that I had in order to claim this belt?"She shrugs. "I don't know. But frankly? To me, it doesn't matter."
She drops the belt onto the ground. "I probably don't have the right mindset of a champion, and for one reason only--I'm not going to change who I am, just for this belt. I'm not going to fight to defend it, I'm not going to fight to prove who I am, and I'm not going to fight to get another trophy." She lifts up her hand to point out at the audience. "In the end, I'm fighting for who I am and to enjoy myself. I'm going to put on a show for everyone and for myself. It's for fun, in the end, and I'm working to have fun and be fun to watch.""If I defend the belt in my fighting? Wonderful. If I pass it on to someone else? Hopefully they can defend it better than I could. Until then, I'm wearing it on my shoulder as a weight to carry, not around my waist as something to be prideful of."
Valerie puts her foot underneath the belt and kicks it up, swinging her hand to catch it out in thin air. She wraps it around her shoulder again, quietly crawling out of the arena and starting to head up the ramp again.
Once she reaches the top, she stops. A moment of waiting, and then she turns around, a large grin on her face.
"Belt or no belt, I am who I am. I'm Valerie Melamid; from Engels, Saratov Oblast, Russia. I'm never gonna change--and I'm gonna karate kung fu the shit out of people."
Valerie raises the US Title one more time on top of the stage and seems to genuinely love the praise and cheers that the crowd in the Vice Pit is reigning down upon her. But then we see somebody rush out and blindside her from behind--what the hell? It's Blade LaVigne, Blade lost to Valerie last week in a damn close battle and now he is stomping Valerie on top of the stage. After stomping her for a few moments he allows her to get partially up, instinct sees Valerie try and throw an errant kick, but Blade simply sidesteps and lariats her down hard. Valerie then tries to crawl away from the assault, but then Blade kicks her hard in the stomach which causes her to actually fly off the ground for a split second. Valerie is now lying still on the entrance way as we can see a maniacal look in the usually softspoken and gentle Blade's eyes. He sees the US title on the ground and picks it up before standing over her. The camera zooms in close to him as he begins to shout at her.
Blade LaVigne: Do you know what I have Valerie...DO YOU? I have 15 VP VALERIE!! Do you know what that means...DO YOU?
Blade then grabs Valerie by the hair and pulls her face up as he brings his face and the title down within eye level of hers.
Blade LaVigne: It means Valerie...next week...on Penance--I'm cashing in my 15 VP and it's going to be you and me with that US title on the line.
Blade then lets go of Valerie and drops the title as the three guards that now consist of the Vice Pit security staff come out--they motion for Blade to come with them which he at first doesn't--but then obliges. The three guards lead Blade away as the fans in the Vice Pit don't know whether to cheer him for finally showing some aggression, or boo him for assaulting the champ.
Bob: I really hope Valerie is ok, even more so I hope that she shows up at Penance next week and kicks his head off. What kind of jerk hits from behind like that.
Before this match begins, we can see Rashanda exiting Ken's office with a bucket of KFC. We can hear Ken telling Rashanda just to make sure it's creative before he closes the door and she nods before making her slow walk away.“Touch Myself “comes on now over the ringside loud speakers and Mentally ill comes out wearing the usual adult diaper and a white t shirt that had a number 7 on it in permanent marker. A voice could be heard over the speakers as it announced Mentally Ill.
McGuinness – The following contest is a standard singles. Introducing first, from Amityville, Michigan. Weighing in at 180 pounds coming in around 6’0. Ladies and Gentlemen I bring to you Mentally Ill
Mentally ill does his usual routine of jumping up and down and clapping….and his loyal and fan base that contested of freaks and Goths, and other Emo fan’s cheered for this man, all the fellow people just like Mentally ill came out to watch their “Special Number 7” wrestle tonight. His “Tard Fans” out there got all giddy like him and mimic them… smacking themselves in the face and yelling out “We want Black foot” Mentally ill had a big O’ toothy grin as he hop scotched over to the ring and went up the steps lowering the middle rope sliding his first foot over the rope and then his second along with the rest of his body as he got inside of the ring and started to clap his hands again and shout his name.
Julian: Is this man Still employed.
Bob: The guy is a dedicated Wrestler, he comes in the ring just like every other guy Jullian
Julian: Well we’ll see about that Austin Starr is coming out here, if he had any sense he wouldn’t even wrestle this guy I’d just fire him, and get rid of the ridiculous infidel.
Just then Austin Starr comes out but instead of his usual music, he comes out to “It’s raining men” as he comes out looking around baffled and then looking down back at Mentally ill who is covering his face with his hands and giggling with a look of guiltiness and Austin Starr continues to make his way down the ring and once he gets down to the ring he jumps up and slides under the bottom rope and meet Mentally ill as McGuinness announces him over the loud speakers.
McGuinness: Introducing yet again another owner, he is 50 percent half owner of the SCW and he is from Tacoma, Washington. Weighing in at 240 pounds, and having a height of 6’4 his name is Austin Star.
Austin Star smirks at Mentally ill as he circles the ring and so does Mentally ill being the one to copycat him. The referee asks Austin Starr if he understands the rules. Once Austin nods, the referee signals for the bell to be rung and the match is now officially underway. Once Ill hears the bell being rung he immediately jumps to a fighting position which causes Austin to stop and look and Mentally Ill with a weird look before coming in a little more closer. Just by looking at him, you can tell that Starr doesn’t know how to handle an opponent like Ill. A smirk comes across Mentally ill’s face and he starts to move a little closer with each step as he does lunge kicks and twirls around like an idiot. Austin Starr pushes Ill back and laughs at him. The two men go back to facing off again in the center of the ring. This time they lock up Austin dries his elbow into the side Ill’s head and Mentally ill staggers backward. Austin charges at him and clothesline’s him down to the mat. Austin now pulls ill up and he executes a pump handle suplex on Mentally Ill.
Bob: Austin seems to be talking charge early on in this match
Jullian: Please. Look at who he is facing.
Austin pulls Ill to his feet and he drives a forearm into his head. Ill staggers backward, and Austin hits him with a dropkick. Austin pulls him up now and he sets him up for a suplex. Mentally Ill blocks it and he reverses it into a surprise suplex of his own and Mentally Ill follow’s it up with a leg drop. He now pulls Austin up and Irish whips him into the corner. Austin immediately charges out of the corner with a clothesline. Ill ducks before it connects and he drop kicks Austin in the back. Austin stumbles into the corner. Mentally Ill climbs to his feet. Mentally Ill does a springs to life and hits Austin with a clothesline of his own now.
Bob: It look s like Mentally Ill is back on his feet Jullian
Jullian: He got lucky
Mentally Ill hits Austin with the back of his elbow. Austin staggers and falls to the mat. Ill pulls him up now. Mentally Ill nails Austin with a belly to back suplex. Mentally Ill now hits him with a leg drop. Austin rolls out of the ring to the outside.
Jullain: Well well. Is Austin actually being a coward now.
Bob: Please it’s Austin, he obviously has some sort of plan.
Mentally Ill follows Austin. The referee starts the count one…two...Mentally Ill pulls Austin up. He slams him face-first into the ring apron. Ill now clothesline’s him down to the floor and he hits him with another leg drop. Three…four… Austin struggles back to his feet but Mentally Ill applies an arm wrench to Austin. Austin fights to get back to his feet and he hits Ill with a forearm to the face. Five… Austin now drives Mentally Ill's head into the guardrail. He pulls Ill up and throws him into the steps at ringside. Austin now grabs him and he drapes him over the apron. Austin kicks him right in the ribs. Ill crumbles to the floor. Austin then grabs him and he throws him back into the ring. Six...Austin rolls into the ring now. Mentally Ill is on his feet when Austin returns to the ring. Mentally Ill chops Austin. Austin responds with a chop of his own. Ill returns the favor. Then So does Austin. The two men exchange chops in the center of the ring. Suddenly Austin blocks a chop. He sends Ill down to the mat with a short arm clothesline. Austin bounces Mentally Ill off the ropes and hits him with a backdrop. Austin now climbs to the top ropes.
Bob: Could this be it, could this be The Shooting Starr
Austin Starr shoots off the top ropes and connects with The Shooting Starr. But before he get a chance to pin Mentally Ill just then “Touch my Self” blares over the loud speakers and Rashanda comes running out with her bucket of chicken screaming at Austin to stop it, to leave Ill alone, Austin looks baffled as the 500 pound woman came running down the ramp way and struggled to get into the ring she managed to get in the ring and Austin just stood there baffled and Rashanda enters the ring and offers Austin a piece of chicken to stop beating on Ill. Austin just shakes his head and goes to move by her so he can finish Ill off, but Rashanda stops him again and this time tries to seductively dance around and for Austin. A collective gag is seen by Austin and the entire Vice Pit as Austin now pushes past Rashanda to go to Ill--the massive woman doesnt seem to like that though as she reaches in and pulls out what very well may be the worlds biggest chicken bone. Rashanda then lets out a howl which causes Austin to turn, when he does Rashanda smacks him over the head with the bone. Austin falls to the ground knocked out instantly and the referee threatens to DQ Ill if she doesn't leave now. She obliges and the match continues...
Jullian: Come is the Ref a moron the obvious choice here it to disqualify ill.
Bob: The ref is being admirable the Jullian, giving Ill and Rashanda a Second Chance.
Mentally Ill is up again. But as soon as he is up again Austin Starr is as well and his face is steaming mad with rage as he goes after Mentally Ill and throws him into the turnbuckle. Austin comes over and smashes Mentally Ill's head into it. Austin neck snaps Mentally Ill. Austin grabs Ill’s head and drives him into the turnbuckle once again. Austin Irish whips him across the ring but Mentally Ill reverses it, and Austin crashes into the corner. Austin gets sent into the turnbuckle while Mentally Ill hits him with a splash. Mentally Ill hit him with an elbow to Austin's head, then he hits him again, and again with another elbow. Mentally Ill dropkicks Austin in the knee. Austin falls to the mat. Mentally Ill is back on his feet and he knees Austin in the face as Austin tries to stand up and struggles to get up. Mentally Ill nails him with a charging ax handle smash and then executes a jumping sidekick on Austin and he pulls Austin up, only to send him back down with a leg sweep. Mentally Ill pulls Austin up now and he backs him into the corner once again. Ill knees Austin in the chest. Austin is doubled over and Ill delivers a DDT and Austin is planted on the mat! Mentally Ill is now standing and he then fist drops Austin on the mat.
Jullian: That baffon actually knows some moves
Bob: See Jullian gotta give the guy some credit.
Mentally Ill hits Austin with an elbow drop from the second turnbuckle and he then moves back to his feet. Austin is back on his feet now though and Ill sets him up for a suplex. Austin blocks it though. Ill tries again, Austin blocks it once more. Austin now drives his elbow into Ill's stomach. Austin slams a knee into Ill's gut, doubling him over. Then, using his arm, grips Ill's far wrist to pull it across his chest whilst grabbing the head in a DDT position with the same arm. With his free arm he grabs their other wrist, using the hammerlock on it to catch them unable to use either limb before dropping him face first into the mat. Austin now goes for the cover and the Refferee come to his aid for the pinfall and starts the count.
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Kickout.
Mentally Ill manages to get back up to his feet once again. Austin delivers a kick to the head of Mentally Ill. Austin executes a leg drop on Mentally Ill. Austin is starting to get the momentinum now as he hits him with an elbow now, And another, And another, And another, He pulls Mentally Ill up but now Mentally Ill suddenly kicks Austin in the chest. He then manages to hit Austin with a double arm DDT into the mat.
Bob: Where did that come from?
Mentally Ill is up again. Austin gets back into the match with a jumping neck snap on Mentally Ill.
Jullian: Doesn’t matter where it came from Bob cuz Austin is showing Mentally ill that he’s pathetic not matter how hard he tries.
Austin pulls Ill up now. He sends him back down to the ring with a reverse DDT. Austin now sets him up and he hits Ill with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Mentally Ill staggers to get to his feet but Austin rushes at him and he hits him with a jumping side kick. Austin now pulls Ill up, and he hits him with a neck breaker then he grabs Ill in a sleeper hold and then he then turns the move into a spinning neck breaker driving Ill face first into the mat. He calls for the Shooting Starr again as he once again goes towards the turnbuckle to climb again but Rashanda starts to run at him again with her chicken bone but this time Austin is prepared as Rashanda get up onto the ring Star clotheslines her back down to the floor. Austin Starr begins to climb the turn buckle and he turns around and faces ill. Austin Starr flys off the top turnbuckle and he goes to connect with the Shooting star but Mentally ill rolls away as Austin smashes into the mat, and mentally ill rolls over for and goes for the surprise pinfall.
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Bob: It’s over Austin has lost it.
Jullian; Wow that was not expected
Austin Starr lays there puzzled as Rashanda runs into the ring and the two of them celebrate while eating more chicken together.
Music Blares over the loud speakers. And as it does a man better known as Blade Lavingne steps out from the curtains and as he does McGuiness get’s ready to announce him over the loud speakers.
McGuinness – The following match is our second event of the evening, and it is a standard singles match... Coming down the ramp way, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 260lbs, “The Future” Blade Lavingne!
Blade Lavingne makes his way down the ramp way to the crowd who is booing him. However some still cheered him, and supported Blade Lavingne. Blade continued and he then heads toward the ring. He climbs over the top rope and proceeds to climb each turnbuckle one at a time, raising his right arm in the air. He moves to the center of the ring.
Julian: This is the same man that made a promise to you ladies and gentleman that he would beat Valerie. Just another failure in my book.
Bob: He has heart though Jullian. More heart then most men out there. Give him that.
Jack Orton’s music hits again as he comes out from the curtains and makes his way to the ring and follows suit like Blade did, and walks down the ramp way with confidence, like he knows he’s going to win this match. Jack Orton walks around the ring and taunts Blade Lavingne getting a from his opponent back in return. Jack jumps on the ring and slides under the bottom rope and stand up to face blade after his music fades away and Mcguiness goes to introduce him.
McGuiness – Ladies and Gentleman, coming the Hard Streets of America, weighing in at 180 pounds and with a height of 6’3. His name is Jack Orton.
Jullian: Hard Streets huh, only thing hard about him is the erections he gets from competing with other men in a wrestling match.
Bob: Was that necessary Jullian? Jack Orton could shock the world you know.
Jullian: I don’t think I asked for you opinion did I?
Bob: Jullian I…
Jullian: That was a rhetorical question, don’t answer that.
Blade takes the first step forward... and Jack Orton takes his shot. In a flash, Jack closes the gap between himself and Blade, his leg is lightning-fast as it shoots up and into the air, looking to connect with Blade's jaw. Blade steps to the side, eyes wide at the sheer speed of Jack's kick. Jack, meanwhile, pivots to the side to plant his foot back on the mat, raising his fists as Blade tries to capitalize by coming in, taking a swing at his challenger. Jack raises his arm and bats Blade’s own arm away, pushing off his now firmly planted foot to get some momentum built while he swings his other fist forward, cracking Blade right in the side of his head and jerking the his body to the side. Rocked by the punch, Blade instinctively plants his feet after the hit and drives himself forward, answering Jack's punch with one of his own
Bob: Starting with some back-and-forth shots exchanged between the two..
Jullian: Boring if you ask me.
Jack sends another punch Blades way, but Blade drops his head under the punch and comes up with a swing in response. Jack throws his arm up to bat the punch aside once again before stepping forward to drive his knee into Blades' gut, but Blades drops one of his hands down to press against Jack's raised knee Lunging forward after the block, Blades tackles Jack to the mat and scrambles up to get him in a headlock, looking to rain down punches on the his head; however, Jack takes advantage of Blade not immediately locking in his grip to force his way out of the headlock, pushing free and rolling away from Blade, both men reaching their feet at the same time Jack drives his foot forward into Blade’s stomach as quickly as he can, doubling him over before stepping forward to hook his head, looking for a DDT. Blade grabs hold of Jack's waist, however, and sets his stance to try and stop him from carrying through with the hold. In a display of pure willpower, Blades manages to lift Jack up and over his shoulder, bringing him down behind himself with a Northern Lights Suplex and goes for the cover.
Bob: Blade with the Early cover
Indeed, just as the referee comes down to start the count, Jack has already forced his way out of the hold and began to roll himself to his feet, obviously still stunned by the display of strength by Blade. Blades himself gets back up faster, coming in as Jack starts to stand and driving his elbow into his face, staggering him. Blades throws a few more elbows, backing Jack into the ropes before grabbing him by his wrist and Irish whipping him across the ring. Off the rebound, Jack builds up momentum and charges for Blades, who looks for an unorthodox high leg clothesline Jack ducks the attack, however, causing Blades to come crashing back down as Jack barrels towards the ropes, leaping up onto them and spring boarding back off, twisting in mid-air and landing a body splash on him.
Scrambling back up, Jack continues to push himself full-throttle, charging the ropes once again as the stunned Blade begins to try and pull himself up once again. Rebounding off the ropes, Jack runs for Blade just as he gets to a knee, using that same knee as a step up to land a beautiful Big Boot straight to the face of Blade dropping back, Blade clutches at his face in pain as Jack rolls through after the attack into a nearby corner, grabbing the top ropes and pulling himself up by them before springing up onto the top and turning atop it in one fluid motion, steadying himself almost immediately however to prevent himself from falling forward. Standing atop the turnbuckle, Jack watches Blade carefully, scouting his next move... before taking to the air as Blades gets up on his left hand and his knees, his free hand still clutching at his face in pain! Jack comes hurtling down towards Blades, looking to land another body splash... but Blade pushes off his left hand and rolls to the side, safely out of the way
Bob: Smart move by Blade
Jullian: Don’t get your hopes up Bob he’ll just disappoint you that’s all he’s ever been.
Shaking off the cobwebs, Blades pulls himself up once again as Jack curls up after knocking the wind out of himself from the missed splash, trying desperately to regain his composure. Blade makes his way over and get his opponent back to his feet, before driving a knee into his stomach that doubles him over Blade then grabs Jack by the back of his head and swings his leg upwards, driving his knee into his face and sending Jack standing straight up from the shot and staggering backwards into the ropes. Leaning back against them, Jack remains in a daze from the attack as Blade then leaps up into the air and hits a dropkick straight to Jack's chest, sending him flipping over the top rope. Jack, however, manages to get lucky as he holds onto the ropes in an instinctive effort to keep himself in the ring, landing harshly on the apron but managing to roll himself back inside. Blade stands back up from the dropkick and makes his way back over to Jack, grabbing him by a handful of his hair and pulling him back up to his feet... only for Jack to shove him back! Jack steps forward to swing a chop against the chest of Blades. He does it again, and again, and a fourth time before ducking under an attempted right hook by Blades after the latest chop, spinning himself around to grab Blades by the back of his head, pulling him back and dropping him with a Reverse DDT.
Jullian: What I tell you don’t get your hopes up.
Bob: Let’s just wait and See.
Gritting his teeth, Blade rolls to the side and clutches at his head in pain. Meanwhile, Jack pulls himself back to his feet, now being the one to make his way over to his downed opponent. He pulls Blade up, looking ready to set him up for something big; however, Blade, seemingly driving himself on pure instinct now, shoves Jack Orton backwards. Blades wastes no time in charging forward after that, leaping into the air and twisting around slightly before delivering a clothesline to Jack. Jack topples down but shoot back up to his knees in a daze as Blades scrambles to collect him self as he starts running towards the ropes and bouncing off of them. Still dazed, Jack raises his head to look up, and is quickly welcomed by Blades with a charging kick to the chest that drives him onto his back again.
Blade quickly tries to grab for Jack's legs and lock in a sharpshooter, only to have Jack forcefully throw him off, sending him stumbling backwards across the ring. Orton stands, catching the oncoming Blades with a suprising arm drag takedown, switching into a quick side headlock and forcing Blades to his feet. Jack quickly releases the hold and spins behind Blades, wrapping his arms under his arms and locking his hands behind his neck in a full nelson. Blade struggles a little until Jack lifts him up, and then proceeds to spike him down hard onto his neck and shoulders with a full nelson slam.
Bob: That's going to hurt
Jullian: Blade has yet again been disappointing to me.
Jack lifts Blades up to his feet once again, smashing his elbow a few times ino the side of Blade’s head and sending him reeling back into the ropes. Jack quickly grabs a hold of his arm, Irish whipping him out from the ropes... but Blades holds on, he yanks Orton forward, quickly shooting out his elbow and causing him to crash head first into his elbow, sending Jack stumbling back into the ropes. Blades quickly steps forward, whipping Jack across the ring. Jack barrels across, gaining momentum to meet Blades off the rebound, only to have Orton charge forward and leap into the air, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and leap frogging over him. Jack, wasting no time, bounces off the opposite ropes and charges at Blades from behind, only to have Blades leap backwards and twist in mid air, hitting the mat and forcing Jack to have to leap over him to avoid tripping. Blade pops back to his feet as Jack rebounds off the ropes once again, only to be met with a huge high leg clothesline. Both men crash to the mat as Blades scrambles for the ropes to pull himself up and Jack grabs a hold of his throat, coughing a little. Staggering over to him, Blades tries to pull Jack up to his feet, only to have Jack throw a desperation punch up into his face. Blades stumbles backwards as Jack curls himself up and gets up to his feet, focusing on keeping his balance after landing and turning to face Blades just as Blades catches his own balance mid-stumble.
Bob: Both contender’s look evenly matched so far
Jullian: I’m feeling a sense of Déjà vu with Blade Lavingne, I’m feeling how do you say this another let down.
Both men rush into the center of the ring from their positions, grappling away. Orton naturally takes control after a few seconds, and he pushes Blades back against the ropes. Struggling, Orton slowly pushes Blades into a corner. Orton nails Blades with a few rights, and then an elbow to the face to finish off the combo. Finally he whips Blades into the corner, sending him slamming into the opposite turnbuckle as hard as he can, a glare set in his gaze as he does so. Blades bounces out, staggering a bit with a hand on his back, and Jack wastes no time, following up with a huge boot to Blade's face. Blades snaps back to the mat as Jack, seemingly getting into his element now, picks Blades up and grabs his arm for an Irish-whip. Blades reverses it, however, and the two are so close to the ropes that Orton simply hits them chest first. He grabs on with his arms, stopping himself for a split second... but before he can move back, Blades charges forward as quickly as he can, grabbing him by the head and sending him over the top rope. Orton tumbles to the ground, his legs almost finding balance but never quite getting there.
Bob: But look at Blade he seems to be doing pretty damn well so far.
Jullain: Just don’t get your hopes up.
Blades runs to the closest corner and literally runs up the turnbuckles, crouching on the top!.Jack, shaking off the cobwebs, has pulled himself up and turned by the time Blades takes to the air, flying towards him with a body-splash. The crowd's volume raises dramatically as Blades flies towards his opponent who, surprisingly, refuses to budge. Setting his stance, Jack lets out a roar of effort as he actually catches Blades on the drop, getting rocked backwards by the impact but somehow staying up on his feet. Jack grits his teeth tightly together and rushes forward, driving Blade back into the corner. Blades lets out a cry of pain as Jack pulls back from the post and rolls Blades into the ring, obviously physically strained by the efforts himself. He rolls himself into the ring after Blades who by now has begun to pull himself up onto his hands and knees... and Jack makes his way over and helps him up to his feet. Placing a hand on the back of Blade’s shoulder and another hand gripping Blade’s' wrist, Jack launches him headlong into the near by corner, rushing in after him with an immediate splash into the corner.
Jullian: See Jack is downright manhandling Blades now.
Bob: Just watch Blade is still struggling to fight back.
Jack Orton has Blades in the corner, driving repeated strikes into Blades head to try and keep him dazed, before jamming his elbow right up under his chin. Jack holds the strike for a moment, trying to strain Blades' neck as much as possible. Just as he pulls back, however, Blades acts in pure desperation on his own and throws his head forward, cracking his forehead across Orton's nose with a headbutt. The crowd erupts in cheers as Orton stumbles back from the corner, Blades staggering out as well as he gasps for breath. Shaking off the effects of Jack's assault, Blades takes a step forward to continue his own against Orton; however, Orton catches his oncoming fist and uses his other hand to grab Blades by the elbow, looking for an Irish-whip. Blades quickly turns as he's yanked forward, pulling Orton's arm in and executing a very sloppy belly to belly suplex
Both men are down, and the crowd starts to get loud with cheers and chants for both men, almost evenly matched in volume. Blades the first one up, with Orton only a split second behind-- and with both men up to their feet, Orton is the first to react by rushing at Blades. Instead of meeting him head on, however, Blades turns and springboards off the ropes, coming back with a dropkick that sends Orton dropping to the mat. Jack rolls to the side and quickly tries to push himself up but Blades, having rolled through after his fall, is back up to his knees. He shoots out once more, clipping Orton's legs out from under him just as he starts to get back up. This time, Blades scrambles to his feet beside the downed challenger and takes to the air quickly, dropping a leg across Orton's throat. Blades drops one more before lifting him back up to his feet thereafter, lining Jack up... and swinging a huge haymaker straight for his head. Still not so out of it that he can't react in time, Jack leans back quickly to avoid the swing before standing back up straight and throwing himself forward, pushing Blades into a corner. Orton drives his knee up into Blade’s gut as he shoves him into the corner and, with Blades doubled over, Jack jumps up to the second ropes and locks him in for a twisting DDT to the mat.
Orton rolls to his feet and pulls Blades up with him, pressing his back against the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Just as Blades comes back off the rebound, however, he immediately drops low to the mat before Jack and react and connects with a surprise dropkick to Jack's knee! His opponent immediately drops to his knee as the crowd erupts into cheers from the display of skill by Blades, who rolls to the side and immediately stumbles up to his feet again. Orton holds himself up on his hands before his weight has to settle on the joint, but the moment he attempts to stand, Blades is quick to chop him down with a second dropkick, leaving Orton to drop to his left hip, cradling the limb under him! Just as Jack tries to pull himself up one last time, Blades scrambles up again and blasts Orton with a third dropkick, this one to the head
Bob: There’s a reason why they call him The Future Ladies and Gentlemen
Jullian; Please the future of What.
Blades blasts away, putting the boots to Orton before shuttling off toward the ropes, coming back with speed only to be dropped by a running clothesline. The crowd gasps in shock before immediately erupting into cheers once again, Jack collapsing beside Blades as both men lie motionless on the mat for a short while, the referee having no choice but to wait things out, refusing to end the final match of the a 10-count, The time passes on agonizingly, as both men slowly try and regain their bearings, pulling themselves up into opposite sides of the ring once again. Blade is the first to get up fully, however, and Jack is still leaning into the turnbuckle on his side of the ring when Blades turns to see him. Eyes filled with determination, Blade charges across the ring as Orton turns around, taken completely by surprise, taking one step out of balance as Blade Kicks him in the nuts and Jack moans in agony as Blade calls for the end, and he takes a step forward and delivers the Jacknife Powerbomb as he picks him up and smashes him into the mat and goes for a pinfall and the referee reacts…
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Jullian: After such a performance by Jack he just got owned in a matter of seconds what a let down
Bob: Blade has still got it Jullian.
As the telecast starts to end with Blade celebrating his victory in the ring and motioning to the crowd that he will be wearing gold next week the shot all of a sudden goes to a furious Austin Starr storming into Kenneth Walker's office. Reflexively Ken stands up ready and the two men come face to face as Penance fades away to darkness until next week.
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SCW Penance---June 15, 2010
Tonights' webcast begins on a different note as from the blackness we can see one part of the management team in Austin Starr flipping a silver dollar again and again with his legs kicked up on his worn desk.
Austin Starr: Good evening SCW, let me go ahead and get right to the point. This second chances re-invention of SCW has been doomed from the get go, even when AK and Callahan first resigned talent I knew that they were doomed from the start. And as usual, I was proven right when week after week, one after another the same men who just signed would simply not show up at the arena. Those were the smart ones, those men knew what a sham they were being peddled and got out before anything could happen. What was left were the mindless sheep who were either too pathetic to find elsewhere, or they knew they couldn't cut it in another promotion so they walk around daily trying to salvage whatever translucent and pathetic attempt at a name and image that they created here.
*COUGH* Blade LaVigne *COUGH*
I'm sorry, I really need to get to a doctor, this pesky cough has been bothering me for quite some time now. So let me go ahead and wrap this up. One of the few things that Kenneth and me have agreed upon is that putting our time and resources into a rotting carcass of a once former great name is asinine and pointless. So I am officially issuing an ultimatum, if a drastic turn around isn't seen by the end of next weeks Penance show--then Ken and myself are putting this company out of its misery and closing the doors for good. One final special is currently being discussed, but more details of that will be revealed only if and when the time comes. Until then viewing public, enjoy the show, because the days are now numbered....
Austin Starr simply grins and chuckles to himself as the view fades from his office and goes out to the ring where we can see our dumbfounded announcers struggling to put words to what Austin has just said.
Bob: One week, that's not enough time, I can't afford to lose my job right now.
Julian: Unemployment stinks...
Bob: Despite all of this though Julian, the show must go on. Whether it's one day or one week, we have to give the fans what they've tuned in for.
Kenneth Walker vs Sir Lucious Leftfoot
Singles Standard
Singles Standard
“Can’t Touch This” by MC Hammer blares over the loud speakers as Sir Lucious Leftfoot comes out wearing a disco suit, and in his hand a pick could be found in his hand as he put it in his afro, and struts down the ramp way and makes his way down towards the ring and as he makes his way down towards the ring he break dances and does the Stella Mac and grabs his “Unmentionables” and makes his way to the ring steps when McGuiness finally decides to introduce the following over the load speakers.
McGuiness – The Following contest is a standard singles, Introducing first from Compton, California, the hardest Gangster ever that rooms the streets, weighing in at 210 pounds and coming in at a heights of 5’9 he is the man , the myth and the disco legend himself, ladies and gentleman he is Sir Lucious Leftfoot.
Leftfoot break dances some more as he goes up the ring steps taking each step at a time, and sliding under the bottom rope and rolling himself into the ring and springing himself back up and he continues do to his disco moves. Just then “I believe” by Creed hit the loud speakers and a man known as Kenneth Walker exits the curtains to a shower of cheers as he makes his way down towards the ring and he jumps up onto the ring and ducks under the top rope and slips inside of the ring and McGuinness hit the loud speakers again.
McGuiness - And now it is Leftfoot’s opponent who is coming From Tacoma, Washington weighing in at around 240 pounds, and with an amazing height of 6’2. He is also known as The Relic, he is also 50 percent partial owner of the SCW, ladies and gentleman he is Kenneth Walker.
Bob: And now our first match is about to get under way.
Jullian: I’m surprised Ken actually showed up I thought that man was supposed to go have a heart attack, or broken his hip by now with how old he is.
Leftfoot runs towards as soon as the bell is rung and right off the bat delivers a big clotheline and smashes Ken to the mat he then lets out an animalistic roar, pumping his fists to either side as he stares down at Walker, screaming at him to get up. Walker slowly begins to rise, but as soon as he reaches a vertical base... Leftfoot dives forward to try and take his head clear off of his shoulders with a charging clothesline… but Walker duck. Both men spin around to face each other, and a very determined looking Walker promptly smashes his fist into the jaw of Leftfoot. Leftfoot staggers from the shot, but doesn't fall back... prompting Walker to step forward and deliver another strike, and another. Backing him back towards the center of the ring, Ken keeps laying into him with punches, before grabbing him by his head...
Bob: Kenneth Walker starting to take action now after that early assault by Leftfoot
Jullian: This just goes to show how old Ken really is getting, he’s really out of shape.
Leftfoot topples to the mat clutching at his nose as Walker stands overhead, breathing heavily with a fire in his own eyes. He then quickly grabs Leftfoots by his head and forces him back up to his feet, drilling him with knees to the midsection, before shoving him back into the turnbuckle. Walker then pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle and starts raining down on the top of Leftfoot’s head with punch after punch. Just as the punch-count reaches nine, however, something entirely unexpected happens… Leftfoots hunkers down and grabs Walker by the legs, the crowd rising in volume as the seemingly impossible feat is done and he then drills him to the mat with a powerbomb.
Jullian: Just look at the sad excuse of an existence that old man.
Bob: He’s been known to take punishment before though Jullian
Ken, obviously in pain and in a daze, tries to roll back up to his knees while clutching at his head. Leftfoot walks over and grabs walkers head, pulling him to his feet as he glances around the ring, trying to scout his next move. Growing ever-more determined, Leftfoot archs Walker's head back and rears his free hand, before delivering a hard open palm strike to Walker's chest, letting go of him and sending him staggering back, clutching at his chest in pain. Leftfoots steps in for Walker once more and delivers a hard boot to the gut, before setting him up for a suplex.
Jullian: And now Leftfoot is making Walker look like a Jobber. I hate to say this Bob but I think I told you so.
Bob: Well it’s still early in the match Jullian.
However, just as Leftfoots goes to lift Walker...Walker hooks his foot under the rope, stopping him. Frustrated, Leftfoots tries to pull him up again, only to have Walker pound away at his stomach, trying to break free! Ken frantically keeps swinging away at Leftfoots' gut, when one swing goes sideways inadvertantly catches Leftfoots with a punch to the liver! Leftfoots's eyes bug out as his grip quickly loosens on Walker, allowing him to instead force Leftfoots up into the air, reversing the suplex into one of his own. Gritting his teeth from the effort, Ken turns around with Leftfoots to face the outside of the ring. The fans grow in volume as they realize Ken's plans, the challenger advancing to the ropes before leaning forward, looking to launch Leftfoots clear out of the ring! Once again, however, somehow despite everything that's came against him... Leftfoots not only lands on the ropes, but holds on for dear life to not break the hold with Ken! The fans erupt into cheers as Leftfoots begins throwing weak shots at Ken's mid-section with his knees, trying desperately to get him softened up in the hold. With a roar of effort, however, Ken rips Leftfoots up off the apron and falls back, dropping Leftfoots with a suplex back into the ring.
Indeed, both men remain on the mat as Ken wipes the sweat from his eyes, gritting his teeth as he rolls over. By now, the knee Leftfoottargeted earlier is beginning to act up a little, and Ken shakes his leg a bit and slaps at the knee to try and loosen it up some. Shaking his head, Ken starts to try and pull himself back up to his feet, all the while Leftfootstruggles just to make it to the ropes for support. Both men slowly but surely stagger back to their feet, both barely able to stand on their own weight after the grueling match they've held on through! Walker quickly tries to take back control, putting everything he has into it as he swings for a clothesline! But Leftfoots ducks underneath and grabs him in a waistlock, obviously looking for a German suplex; however, Walker battles back with a series of elbow shots to the side of the head, loosening his opponent’s grip before then reaching backwards and taking him over with a headlock takedown. Ken then picks him up and then delivers a kick to the gut as he signals for the Pay Off. As Ken holds Leftfoot over his head and maneuvers towards the corner so he can finish the move, the lights in the Vice Pit start to flicker on and off and parts of different theme songs come on over the speakers.
Bob: Have Austin and Ken already pulled the funds for the audio and visual guys.
Jullian: HA! They didn't get paid, so now they aint doin there jobs right.
In the confusion of the lights flickering bright then super dim, we can see another figure run inside the ring. We can see Leftfoot get dropped by Ken as he struggles with a shadowy assailant. Once the lights in the Vice Pit are returned to normal and the music issue is also resolved we can see Ken leaning over in the corner doubled over and coughing repeatedly. Meanwhile Leftfoot is now back on his feet as he does a little juke and jive to the side. Ken then turns around and Leftfoot charges and kicks Ken square in the face with The Big Leftfoot. The foot lands flush on the chin and Ken falls as Leftfoot happily drops down and hooks the leg. The referee then makes the count...
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Bob: Wow, what the hell happened Jullian. Something seems suspicious here.
Jullian: No. There is nothing suspicious here Ken has just gotten old and need to retire in an old folks home.
Winner by pinfall– Sir Lucious Leftfoot (7:28)
Bob: Despite the odd circumstances that just took place. Leftfoot probably just racked up the biggest win of his career, defeating Ken is no easy task.
Jullian: Too bad this place won't be around long enough for it to matter.
Bob: Ladies and gentleman, now we are proud to give you Valerie Melamid, fresh off winning the US Title on Penance last week against Blade LaVigne delivering her very first address as champion.
The lights grow dim. A gradual change, but a lone spotlight remains, trailing across the arena floor and starting to head up the ramp. It stays at the top, where a lone figure stands.Valerie Melamid.The new champion of SCW, Second Chance Wrestling.
For the moment, all she does is stand on the ramp. She looks left and right, peering in all the people in the stands and in the arena. The belt isn't around her waist, but rather draped over her shoulder, idly clutching it with one hand--not protectively and not possessively, but simply holding it against her.
"'Champion'."
Valerie just says that, tapping her chin with her free hand as she lingers in thought."To be the best above all else, to take first place in a competition, succeeding in a contest for supremacy. To be a champion is, simply put, to be above the rest."The belt shifts on her shoulder, and she hefts it up high with both hands, showing it off to the crowd."I guess I've demonstrated it. I don't know how, but I guess I've shown dominance. I've beaten everybody--I've beaten the champion, I've beaten upstarts, I've beaten contenders, and further down the line, I guess I'll beat the challengers for this belt as well."
Silence. Valerie ends there for the moment, taking a pause as she lowers the belt down to wrap it around her waist. The backside buckles click and snap as it sets into place, adorning itself onto her--it sags down a few inches, clearly designed more for a broad man than a slim woman, and she grabs it before it falls all the way down to her boots.
"It doesn't fit me. I guess you could say that's symbolic of something." She laughs dryly as she unbuckles it, slinging it over her shoulder again. "I suppose if you wanted to look at it that way. Maybe I'm not supposed to have it, because I don't have the right mindset of a champion. It refuses to cling on to me because it deems me unworthy, or something like that."Valerie taps her chin again. "I won't lie. Maybe there's some truth to it."She lifts up the belt. "To me, this is nothing more than a trophy, something to put on a stand and admire. Maybe you nod to yourself once or twice, saying to yourself 'Yup, I'm awesome', then you don't look at it again for a while; maybe you look at it again once you need assurance of how awesome you are."
"But a trophy needs skill, dedication, and power to achieve--just having it declares that you're a person who has it all in order to achieve it. You're not just an average person, you're a skilled person. You're not just a skilled person, you're a dedicated person. You're not just a dedicated person...you're powerful beyond all the others."
Valerie walks down the ramp, step by step to the arena, continuing to talk along the way. "I have you all as my witnesses."She grabs the rope and pulls herself up to the ring, stepping around in the center. "Week after week, I made my way into here and took on all comers. First it was Retcon, then Kiezamoore, then Kenneth Walker, then Chris Savage, then Blade LaVigne. I beat them all. Who will come after me next? Who'll try to claim the skills that I had in order to claim this belt?"She shrugs. "I don't know. But frankly? To me, it doesn't matter."
She drops the belt onto the ground. "I probably don't have the right mindset of a champion, and for one reason only--I'm not going to change who I am, just for this belt. I'm not going to fight to defend it, I'm not going to fight to prove who I am, and I'm not going to fight to get another trophy." She lifts up her hand to point out at the audience. "In the end, I'm fighting for who I am and to enjoy myself. I'm going to put on a show for everyone and for myself. It's for fun, in the end, and I'm working to have fun and be fun to watch.""If I defend the belt in my fighting? Wonderful. If I pass it on to someone else? Hopefully they can defend it better than I could. Until then, I'm wearing it on my shoulder as a weight to carry, not around my waist as something to be prideful of."
Valerie puts her foot underneath the belt and kicks it up, swinging her hand to catch it out in thin air. She wraps it around her shoulder again, quietly crawling out of the arena and starting to head up the ramp again.
Once she reaches the top, she stops. A moment of waiting, and then she turns around, a large grin on her face.
"Belt or no belt, I am who I am. I'm Valerie Melamid; from Engels, Saratov Oblast, Russia. I'm never gonna change--and I'm gonna karate kung fu the shit out of people."
Valerie raises the US Title one more time on top of the stage and seems to genuinely love the praise and cheers that the crowd in the Vice Pit is reigning down upon her. But then we see somebody rush out and blindside her from behind--what the hell? It's Blade LaVigne, Blade lost to Valerie last week in a damn close battle and now he is stomping Valerie on top of the stage. After stomping her for a few moments he allows her to get partially up, instinct sees Valerie try and throw an errant kick, but Blade simply sidesteps and lariats her down hard. Valerie then tries to crawl away from the assault, but then Blade kicks her hard in the stomach which causes her to actually fly off the ground for a split second. Valerie is now lying still on the entrance way as we can see a maniacal look in the usually softspoken and gentle Blade's eyes. He sees the US title on the ground and picks it up before standing over her. The camera zooms in close to him as he begins to shout at her.
Blade LaVigne: Do you know what I have Valerie...DO YOU? I have 15 VP VALERIE!! Do you know what that means...DO YOU?
Blade then grabs Valerie by the hair and pulls her face up as he brings his face and the title down within eye level of hers.
Blade LaVigne: It means Valerie...next week...on Penance--I'm cashing in my 15 VP and it's going to be you and me with that US title on the line.
Blade then lets go of Valerie and drops the title as the three guards that now consist of the Vice Pit security staff come out--they motion for Blade to come with them which he at first doesn't--but then obliges. The three guards lead Blade away as the fans in the Vice Pit don't know whether to cheer him for finally showing some aggression, or boo him for assaulting the champ.
Bob: I really hope Valerie is ok, even more so I hope that she shows up at Penance next week and kicks his head off. What kind of jerk hits from behind like that.
Austin Star vs Mentlly ill
Standard Singles
Standard Singles
Before this match begins, we can see Rashanda exiting Ken's office with a bucket of KFC. We can hear Ken telling Rashanda just to make sure it's creative before he closes the door and she nods before making her slow walk away.“Touch Myself “comes on now over the ringside loud speakers and Mentally ill comes out wearing the usual adult diaper and a white t shirt that had a number 7 on it in permanent marker. A voice could be heard over the speakers as it announced Mentally Ill.
McGuinness – The following contest is a standard singles. Introducing first, from Amityville, Michigan. Weighing in at 180 pounds coming in around 6’0. Ladies and Gentlemen I bring to you Mentally Ill
Mentally ill does his usual routine of jumping up and down and clapping….and his loyal and fan base that contested of freaks and Goths, and other Emo fan’s cheered for this man, all the fellow people just like Mentally ill came out to watch their “Special Number 7” wrestle tonight. His “Tard Fans” out there got all giddy like him and mimic them… smacking themselves in the face and yelling out “We want Black foot” Mentally ill had a big O’ toothy grin as he hop scotched over to the ring and went up the steps lowering the middle rope sliding his first foot over the rope and then his second along with the rest of his body as he got inside of the ring and started to clap his hands again and shout his name.
Julian: Is this man Still employed.
Bob: The guy is a dedicated Wrestler, he comes in the ring just like every other guy Jullian
Julian: Well we’ll see about that Austin Starr is coming out here, if he had any sense he wouldn’t even wrestle this guy I’d just fire him, and get rid of the ridiculous infidel.
Just then Austin Starr comes out but instead of his usual music, he comes out to “It’s raining men” as he comes out looking around baffled and then looking down back at Mentally ill who is covering his face with his hands and giggling with a look of guiltiness and Austin Starr continues to make his way down the ring and once he gets down to the ring he jumps up and slides under the bottom rope and meet Mentally ill as McGuinness announces him over the loud speakers.
McGuinness: Introducing yet again another owner, he is 50 percent half owner of the SCW and he is from Tacoma, Washington. Weighing in at 240 pounds, and having a height of 6’4 his name is Austin Star.
Austin Star smirks at Mentally ill as he circles the ring and so does Mentally ill being the one to copycat him. The referee asks Austin Starr if he understands the rules. Once Austin nods, the referee signals for the bell to be rung and the match is now officially underway. Once Ill hears the bell being rung he immediately jumps to a fighting position which causes Austin to stop and look and Mentally Ill with a weird look before coming in a little more closer. Just by looking at him, you can tell that Starr doesn’t know how to handle an opponent like Ill. A smirk comes across Mentally ill’s face and he starts to move a little closer with each step as he does lunge kicks and twirls around like an idiot. Austin Starr pushes Ill back and laughs at him. The two men go back to facing off again in the center of the ring. This time they lock up Austin dries his elbow into the side Ill’s head and Mentally ill staggers backward. Austin charges at him and clothesline’s him down to the mat. Austin now pulls ill up and he executes a pump handle suplex on Mentally Ill.
Bob: Austin seems to be talking charge early on in this match
Jullian: Please. Look at who he is facing.
Austin pulls Ill to his feet and he drives a forearm into his head. Ill staggers backward, and Austin hits him with a dropkick. Austin pulls him up now and he sets him up for a suplex. Mentally Ill blocks it and he reverses it into a surprise suplex of his own and Mentally Ill follow’s it up with a leg drop. He now pulls Austin up and Irish whips him into the corner. Austin immediately charges out of the corner with a clothesline. Ill ducks before it connects and he drop kicks Austin in the back. Austin stumbles into the corner. Mentally Ill climbs to his feet. Mentally Ill does a springs to life and hits Austin with a clothesline of his own now.
Bob: It look s like Mentally Ill is back on his feet Jullian
Jullian: He got lucky
Mentally Ill hits Austin with the back of his elbow. Austin staggers and falls to the mat. Ill pulls him up now. Mentally Ill nails Austin with a belly to back suplex. Mentally Ill now hits him with a leg drop. Austin rolls out of the ring to the outside.
Jullain: Well well. Is Austin actually being a coward now.
Bob: Please it’s Austin, he obviously has some sort of plan.
Mentally Ill follows Austin. The referee starts the count one…two...Mentally Ill pulls Austin up. He slams him face-first into the ring apron. Ill now clothesline’s him down to the floor and he hits him with another leg drop. Three…four… Austin struggles back to his feet but Mentally Ill applies an arm wrench to Austin. Austin fights to get back to his feet and he hits Ill with a forearm to the face. Five… Austin now drives Mentally Ill's head into the guardrail. He pulls Ill up and throws him into the steps at ringside. Austin now grabs him and he drapes him over the apron. Austin kicks him right in the ribs. Ill crumbles to the floor. Austin then grabs him and he throws him back into the ring. Six...Austin rolls into the ring now. Mentally Ill is on his feet when Austin returns to the ring. Mentally Ill chops Austin. Austin responds with a chop of his own. Ill returns the favor. Then So does Austin. The two men exchange chops in the center of the ring. Suddenly Austin blocks a chop. He sends Ill down to the mat with a short arm clothesline. Austin bounces Mentally Ill off the ropes and hits him with a backdrop. Austin now climbs to the top ropes.
Bob: Could this be it, could this be The Shooting Starr
Austin Starr shoots off the top ropes and connects with The Shooting Starr. But before he get a chance to pin Mentally Ill just then “Touch my Self” blares over the loud speakers and Rashanda comes running out with her bucket of chicken screaming at Austin to stop it, to leave Ill alone, Austin looks baffled as the 500 pound woman came running down the ramp way and struggled to get into the ring she managed to get in the ring and Austin just stood there baffled and Rashanda enters the ring and offers Austin a piece of chicken to stop beating on Ill. Austin just shakes his head and goes to move by her so he can finish Ill off, but Rashanda stops him again and this time tries to seductively dance around and for Austin. A collective gag is seen by Austin and the entire Vice Pit as Austin now pushes past Rashanda to go to Ill--the massive woman doesnt seem to like that though as she reaches in and pulls out what very well may be the worlds biggest chicken bone. Rashanda then lets out a howl which causes Austin to turn, when he does Rashanda smacks him over the head with the bone. Austin falls to the ground knocked out instantly and the referee threatens to DQ Ill if she doesn't leave now. She obliges and the match continues...
Jullian: Come is the Ref a moron the obvious choice here it to disqualify ill.
Bob: The ref is being admirable the Jullian, giving Ill and Rashanda a Second Chance.
Mentally Ill is up again. But as soon as he is up again Austin Starr is as well and his face is steaming mad with rage as he goes after Mentally Ill and throws him into the turnbuckle. Austin comes over and smashes Mentally Ill's head into it. Austin neck snaps Mentally Ill. Austin grabs Ill’s head and drives him into the turnbuckle once again. Austin Irish whips him across the ring but Mentally Ill reverses it, and Austin crashes into the corner. Austin gets sent into the turnbuckle while Mentally Ill hits him with a splash. Mentally Ill hit him with an elbow to Austin's head, then he hits him again, and again with another elbow. Mentally Ill dropkicks Austin in the knee. Austin falls to the mat. Mentally Ill is back on his feet and he knees Austin in the face as Austin tries to stand up and struggles to get up. Mentally Ill nails him with a charging ax handle smash and then executes a jumping sidekick on Austin and he pulls Austin up, only to send him back down with a leg sweep. Mentally Ill pulls Austin up now and he backs him into the corner once again. Ill knees Austin in the chest. Austin is doubled over and Ill delivers a DDT and Austin is planted on the mat! Mentally Ill is now standing and he then fist drops Austin on the mat.
Jullian: That baffon actually knows some moves
Bob: See Jullian gotta give the guy some credit.
Mentally Ill hits Austin with an elbow drop from the second turnbuckle and he then moves back to his feet. Austin is back on his feet now though and Ill sets him up for a suplex. Austin blocks it though. Ill tries again, Austin blocks it once more. Austin now drives his elbow into Ill's stomach. Austin slams a knee into Ill's gut, doubling him over. Then, using his arm, grips Ill's far wrist to pull it across his chest whilst grabbing the head in a DDT position with the same arm. With his free arm he grabs their other wrist, using the hammerlock on it to catch them unable to use either limb before dropping him face first into the mat. Austin now goes for the cover and the Refferee come to his aid for the pinfall and starts the count.
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Mentally Ill manages to get back up to his feet once again. Austin delivers a kick to the head of Mentally Ill. Austin executes a leg drop on Mentally Ill. Austin is starting to get the momentinum now as he hits him with an elbow now, And another, And another, And another, He pulls Mentally Ill up but now Mentally Ill suddenly kicks Austin in the chest. He then manages to hit Austin with a double arm DDT into the mat.
Bob: Where did that come from?
Mentally Ill is up again. Austin gets back into the match with a jumping neck snap on Mentally Ill.
Jullian: Doesn’t matter where it came from Bob cuz Austin is showing Mentally ill that he’s pathetic not matter how hard he tries.
Austin pulls Ill up now. He sends him back down to the ring with a reverse DDT. Austin now sets him up and he hits Ill with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Mentally Ill staggers to get to his feet but Austin rushes at him and he hits him with a jumping side kick. Austin now pulls Ill up, and he hits him with a neck breaker then he grabs Ill in a sleeper hold and then he then turns the move into a spinning neck breaker driving Ill face first into the mat. He calls for the Shooting Starr again as he once again goes towards the turnbuckle to climb again but Rashanda starts to run at him again with her chicken bone but this time Austin is prepared as Rashanda get up onto the ring Star clotheslines her back down to the floor. Austin Starr begins to climb the turn buckle and he turns around and faces ill. Austin Starr flys off the top turnbuckle and he goes to connect with the Shooting star but Mentally ill rolls away as Austin smashes into the mat, and mentally ill rolls over for and goes for the surprise pinfall.
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Bob: It’s over Austin has lost it.
Jullian; Wow that was not expected
Austin Starr lays there puzzled as Rashanda runs into the ring and the two of them celebrate while eating more chicken together.
Winner by pinfall – Mentally ill (7:53)
Blade Lavingne vs Jack Orton
Singles Standard
Singles Standard
Music Blares over the loud speakers. And as it does a man better known as Blade Lavingne steps out from the curtains and as he does McGuiness get’s ready to announce him over the loud speakers.
McGuinness – The following match is our second event of the evening, and it is a standard singles match... Coming down the ramp way, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 260lbs, “The Future” Blade Lavingne!
Blade Lavingne makes his way down the ramp way to the crowd who is booing him. However some still cheered him, and supported Blade Lavingne. Blade continued and he then heads toward the ring. He climbs over the top rope and proceeds to climb each turnbuckle one at a time, raising his right arm in the air. He moves to the center of the ring.
Julian: This is the same man that made a promise to you ladies and gentleman that he would beat Valerie. Just another failure in my book.
Bob: He has heart though Jullian. More heart then most men out there. Give him that.
Jack Orton’s music hits again as he comes out from the curtains and makes his way to the ring and follows suit like Blade did, and walks down the ramp way with confidence, like he knows he’s going to win this match. Jack Orton walks around the ring and taunts Blade Lavingne getting a from his opponent back in return. Jack jumps on the ring and slides under the bottom rope and stand up to face blade after his music fades away and Mcguiness goes to introduce him.
McGuiness – Ladies and Gentleman, coming the Hard Streets of America, weighing in at 180 pounds and with a height of 6’3. His name is Jack Orton.
Jullian: Hard Streets huh, only thing hard about him is the erections he gets from competing with other men in a wrestling match.
Bob: Was that necessary Jullian? Jack Orton could shock the world you know.
Jullian: I don’t think I asked for you opinion did I?
Bob: Jullian I…
Jullian: That was a rhetorical question, don’t answer that.
Blade takes the first step forward... and Jack Orton takes his shot. In a flash, Jack closes the gap between himself and Blade, his leg is lightning-fast as it shoots up and into the air, looking to connect with Blade's jaw. Blade steps to the side, eyes wide at the sheer speed of Jack's kick. Jack, meanwhile, pivots to the side to plant his foot back on the mat, raising his fists as Blade tries to capitalize by coming in, taking a swing at his challenger. Jack raises his arm and bats Blade’s own arm away, pushing off his now firmly planted foot to get some momentum built while he swings his other fist forward, cracking Blade right in the side of his head and jerking the his body to the side. Rocked by the punch, Blade instinctively plants his feet after the hit and drives himself forward, answering Jack's punch with one of his own
Bob: Starting with some back-and-forth shots exchanged between the two..
Jullian: Boring if you ask me.
Jack sends another punch Blades way, but Blade drops his head under the punch and comes up with a swing in response. Jack throws his arm up to bat the punch aside once again before stepping forward to drive his knee into Blades' gut, but Blades drops one of his hands down to press against Jack's raised knee Lunging forward after the block, Blades tackles Jack to the mat and scrambles up to get him in a headlock, looking to rain down punches on the his head; however, Jack takes advantage of Blade not immediately locking in his grip to force his way out of the headlock, pushing free and rolling away from Blade, both men reaching their feet at the same time Jack drives his foot forward into Blade’s stomach as quickly as he can, doubling him over before stepping forward to hook his head, looking for a DDT. Blade grabs hold of Jack's waist, however, and sets his stance to try and stop him from carrying through with the hold. In a display of pure willpower, Blades manages to lift Jack up and over his shoulder, bringing him down behind himself with a Northern Lights Suplex and goes for the cover.
Bob: Blade with the Early cover
Indeed, just as the referee comes down to start the count, Jack has already forced his way out of the hold and began to roll himself to his feet, obviously still stunned by the display of strength by Blade. Blades himself gets back up faster, coming in as Jack starts to stand and driving his elbow into his face, staggering him. Blades throws a few more elbows, backing Jack into the ropes before grabbing him by his wrist and Irish whipping him across the ring. Off the rebound, Jack builds up momentum and charges for Blades, who looks for an unorthodox high leg clothesline Jack ducks the attack, however, causing Blades to come crashing back down as Jack barrels towards the ropes, leaping up onto them and spring boarding back off, twisting in mid-air and landing a body splash on him.
Scrambling back up, Jack continues to push himself full-throttle, charging the ropes once again as the stunned Blade begins to try and pull himself up once again. Rebounding off the ropes, Jack runs for Blade just as he gets to a knee, using that same knee as a step up to land a beautiful Big Boot straight to the face of Blade dropping back, Blade clutches at his face in pain as Jack rolls through after the attack into a nearby corner, grabbing the top ropes and pulling himself up by them before springing up onto the top and turning atop it in one fluid motion, steadying himself almost immediately however to prevent himself from falling forward. Standing atop the turnbuckle, Jack watches Blade carefully, scouting his next move... before taking to the air as Blades gets up on his left hand and his knees, his free hand still clutching at his face in pain! Jack comes hurtling down towards Blades, looking to land another body splash... but Blade pushes off his left hand and rolls to the side, safely out of the way
Bob: Smart move by Blade
Jullian: Don’t get your hopes up Bob he’ll just disappoint you that’s all he’s ever been.
Shaking off the cobwebs, Blades pulls himself up once again as Jack curls up after knocking the wind out of himself from the missed splash, trying desperately to regain his composure. Blade makes his way over and get his opponent back to his feet, before driving a knee into his stomach that doubles him over Blade then grabs Jack by the back of his head and swings his leg upwards, driving his knee into his face and sending Jack standing straight up from the shot and staggering backwards into the ropes. Leaning back against them, Jack remains in a daze from the attack as Blade then leaps up into the air and hits a dropkick straight to Jack's chest, sending him flipping over the top rope. Jack, however, manages to get lucky as he holds onto the ropes in an instinctive effort to keep himself in the ring, landing harshly on the apron but managing to roll himself back inside. Blade stands back up from the dropkick and makes his way back over to Jack, grabbing him by a handful of his hair and pulling him back up to his feet... only for Jack to shove him back! Jack steps forward to swing a chop against the chest of Blades. He does it again, and again, and a fourth time before ducking under an attempted right hook by Blades after the latest chop, spinning himself around to grab Blades by the back of his head, pulling him back and dropping him with a Reverse DDT.
Jullian: What I tell you don’t get your hopes up.
Bob: Let’s just wait and See.
Gritting his teeth, Blade rolls to the side and clutches at his head in pain. Meanwhile, Jack pulls himself back to his feet, now being the one to make his way over to his downed opponent. He pulls Blade up, looking ready to set him up for something big; however, Blade, seemingly driving himself on pure instinct now, shoves Jack Orton backwards. Blades wastes no time in charging forward after that, leaping into the air and twisting around slightly before delivering a clothesline to Jack. Jack topples down but shoot back up to his knees in a daze as Blades scrambles to collect him self as he starts running towards the ropes and bouncing off of them. Still dazed, Jack raises his head to look up, and is quickly welcomed by Blades with a charging kick to the chest that drives him onto his back again.
Blade quickly tries to grab for Jack's legs and lock in a sharpshooter, only to have Jack forcefully throw him off, sending him stumbling backwards across the ring. Orton stands, catching the oncoming Blades with a suprising arm drag takedown, switching into a quick side headlock and forcing Blades to his feet. Jack quickly releases the hold and spins behind Blades, wrapping his arms under his arms and locking his hands behind his neck in a full nelson. Blade struggles a little until Jack lifts him up, and then proceeds to spike him down hard onto his neck and shoulders with a full nelson slam.
Bob: That's going to hurt
Jullian: Blade has yet again been disappointing to me.
Jack lifts Blades up to his feet once again, smashing his elbow a few times ino the side of Blade’s head and sending him reeling back into the ropes. Jack quickly grabs a hold of his arm, Irish whipping him out from the ropes... but Blades holds on, he yanks Orton forward, quickly shooting out his elbow and causing him to crash head first into his elbow, sending Jack stumbling back into the ropes. Blades quickly steps forward, whipping Jack across the ring. Jack barrels across, gaining momentum to meet Blades off the rebound, only to have Orton charge forward and leap into the air, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and leap frogging over him. Jack, wasting no time, bounces off the opposite ropes and charges at Blades from behind, only to have Blades leap backwards and twist in mid air, hitting the mat and forcing Jack to have to leap over him to avoid tripping. Blade pops back to his feet as Jack rebounds off the ropes once again, only to be met with a huge high leg clothesline. Both men crash to the mat as Blades scrambles for the ropes to pull himself up and Jack grabs a hold of his throat, coughing a little. Staggering over to him, Blades tries to pull Jack up to his feet, only to have Jack throw a desperation punch up into his face. Blades stumbles backwards as Jack curls himself up and gets up to his feet, focusing on keeping his balance after landing and turning to face Blades just as Blades catches his own balance mid-stumble.
Bob: Both contender’s look evenly matched so far
Jullian: I’m feeling a sense of Déjà vu with Blade Lavingne, I’m feeling how do you say this another let down.
Both men rush into the center of the ring from their positions, grappling away. Orton naturally takes control after a few seconds, and he pushes Blades back against the ropes. Struggling, Orton slowly pushes Blades into a corner. Orton nails Blades with a few rights, and then an elbow to the face to finish off the combo. Finally he whips Blades into the corner, sending him slamming into the opposite turnbuckle as hard as he can, a glare set in his gaze as he does so. Blades bounces out, staggering a bit with a hand on his back, and Jack wastes no time, following up with a huge boot to Blade's face. Blades snaps back to the mat as Jack, seemingly getting into his element now, picks Blades up and grabs his arm for an Irish-whip. Blades reverses it, however, and the two are so close to the ropes that Orton simply hits them chest first. He grabs on with his arms, stopping himself for a split second... but before he can move back, Blades charges forward as quickly as he can, grabbing him by the head and sending him over the top rope. Orton tumbles to the ground, his legs almost finding balance but never quite getting there.
Bob: But look at Blade he seems to be doing pretty damn well so far.
Jullain: Just don’t get your hopes up.
Blades runs to the closest corner and literally runs up the turnbuckles, crouching on the top!.Jack, shaking off the cobwebs, has pulled himself up and turned by the time Blades takes to the air, flying towards him with a body-splash. The crowd's volume raises dramatically as Blades flies towards his opponent who, surprisingly, refuses to budge. Setting his stance, Jack lets out a roar of effort as he actually catches Blades on the drop, getting rocked backwards by the impact but somehow staying up on his feet. Jack grits his teeth tightly together and rushes forward, driving Blade back into the corner. Blades lets out a cry of pain as Jack pulls back from the post and rolls Blades into the ring, obviously physically strained by the efforts himself. He rolls himself into the ring after Blades who by now has begun to pull himself up onto his hands and knees... and Jack makes his way over and helps him up to his feet. Placing a hand on the back of Blade’s shoulder and another hand gripping Blade’s' wrist, Jack launches him headlong into the near by corner, rushing in after him with an immediate splash into the corner.
Jullian: See Jack is downright manhandling Blades now.
Bob: Just watch Blade is still struggling to fight back.
Jack Orton has Blades in the corner, driving repeated strikes into Blades head to try and keep him dazed, before jamming his elbow right up under his chin. Jack holds the strike for a moment, trying to strain Blades' neck as much as possible. Just as he pulls back, however, Blades acts in pure desperation on his own and throws his head forward, cracking his forehead across Orton's nose with a headbutt. The crowd erupts in cheers as Orton stumbles back from the corner, Blades staggering out as well as he gasps for breath. Shaking off the effects of Jack's assault, Blades takes a step forward to continue his own against Orton; however, Orton catches his oncoming fist and uses his other hand to grab Blades by the elbow, looking for an Irish-whip. Blades quickly turns as he's yanked forward, pulling Orton's arm in and executing a very sloppy belly to belly suplex
Both men are down, and the crowd starts to get loud with cheers and chants for both men, almost evenly matched in volume. Blades the first one up, with Orton only a split second behind-- and with both men up to their feet, Orton is the first to react by rushing at Blades. Instead of meeting him head on, however, Blades turns and springboards off the ropes, coming back with a dropkick that sends Orton dropping to the mat. Jack rolls to the side and quickly tries to push himself up but Blades, having rolled through after his fall, is back up to his knees. He shoots out once more, clipping Orton's legs out from under him just as he starts to get back up. This time, Blades scrambles to his feet beside the downed challenger and takes to the air quickly, dropping a leg across Orton's throat. Blades drops one more before lifting him back up to his feet thereafter, lining Jack up... and swinging a huge haymaker straight for his head. Still not so out of it that he can't react in time, Jack leans back quickly to avoid the swing before standing back up straight and throwing himself forward, pushing Blades into a corner. Orton drives his knee up into Blade’s gut as he shoves him into the corner and, with Blades doubled over, Jack jumps up to the second ropes and locks him in for a twisting DDT to the mat.
Orton rolls to his feet and pulls Blades up with him, pressing his back against the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Just as Blades comes back off the rebound, however, he immediately drops low to the mat before Jack and react and connects with a surprise dropkick to Jack's knee! His opponent immediately drops to his knee as the crowd erupts into cheers from the display of skill by Blades, who rolls to the side and immediately stumbles up to his feet again. Orton holds himself up on his hands before his weight has to settle on the joint, but the moment he attempts to stand, Blades is quick to chop him down with a second dropkick, leaving Orton to drop to his left hip, cradling the limb under him! Just as Jack tries to pull himself up one last time, Blades scrambles up again and blasts Orton with a third dropkick, this one to the head
Bob: There’s a reason why they call him The Future Ladies and Gentlemen
Jullian; Please the future of What.
Blades blasts away, putting the boots to Orton before shuttling off toward the ropes, coming back with speed only to be dropped by a running clothesline. The crowd gasps in shock before immediately erupting into cheers once again, Jack collapsing beside Blades as both men lie motionless on the mat for a short while, the referee having no choice but to wait things out, refusing to end the final match of the a 10-count, The time passes on agonizingly, as both men slowly try and regain their bearings, pulling themselves up into opposite sides of the ring once again. Blade is the first to get up fully, however, and Jack is still leaning into the turnbuckle on his side of the ring when Blades turns to see him. Eyes filled with determination, Blade charges across the ring as Orton turns around, taken completely by surprise, taking one step out of balance as Blade Kicks him in the nuts and Jack moans in agony as Blade calls for the end, and he takes a step forward and delivers the Jacknife Powerbomb as he picks him up and smashes him into the mat and goes for a pinfall and the referee reacts…
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Jullian: After such a performance by Jack he just got owned in a matter of seconds what a let down
Bob: Blade has still got it Jullian.
Winner by pinfall – Blade Lavingne (13:45)
As the telecast starts to end with Blade celebrating his victory in the ring and motioning to the crowd that he will be wearing gold next week the shot all of a sudden goes to a furious Austin Starr storming into Kenneth Walker's office. Reflexively Ken stands up ready and the two men come face to face as Penance fades away to darkness until next week.
