Fight Grid
(A limousine pulls up to the arena as the driver steps out and opens the door, a foot can be seen stepping out, some snake skinned dress shoes with a tailored suit leg sitting on top of it, finally the person steps out fully and it is Maximus Grier with a confident smirk on his face. He has on a fur coat over a tailored suit and sunglasses on his face. The Welterweight championship is sitting over his shoulder.)
Maximus Grier: I’ll take it from here.
(Suddenly, Fight Grid correspondent, Wave Meltzer runs up with a mic in hand)
Wave Meltzer: Maximus, congrats on your win last week. What is next for the champ?
Maximus Grier: More victories, more money, and to bring as much prestige to this belt as I’ve done to my several companies in the past.
Wave Meltzer: As I’m sure you saw last week at REVOLT 1, TLA has been named the number one contender for your championship, are you ready for a new challenge?
Maximus Grier: I wouldn’t be the champion if I wasn’t. I didn’t knock down every person who was thrown at me in the tournament if I wasn’t, especially not just for me to lose to someone who couldn’t advance out of the second round. Now enough of your questions… I gotta go do things champions do.
Wave Meltzer: Like what?
Maximus Grier: If you were a champion you wouldn’t have to ask me that now would you? Exactly.
(Maximus shoves the mic out of his face and continues walking)
(The camera fades into the arena)
James Peters: HEL–
Rich Russillo: Would you shut it with the hello everybody crap already? It’s never gonna catch on..
James Peters: Well excuse you! Anyways WELCOME TO SUNDAY NIGHT REBELLION! What a show we have for you tonight! The returning Prince of Phenomenal takes on Maximus Grier and so much more! I can’t wait!
(“Jerusalem” by Emerson, Lake & Palmer hits to loud boos as Reginald Dampshaw makes his way up the ramp in a robe and his ring gear, he is followed by Critchton Merriweather and The Wall Street Journal)
James Peters: Reginald Dampshaw had a great match against Hawk last week at REVOLT 1, but unfortunately for him Hawk was the man who was able to prevail in the end and capture the Light Heavyweight Championship.
Rich Russillo: Can’t help but wonder what he has to say to the people tonight..
(Reginald and the rest of The Chamber enters the ring as Reginald grabs a mic and his music dies down)
Reginald Dampshaw: A man of my bloodline, we were meant to achieve greatness and capture championships. It is a literal birthright of mine and any other Dampshaw for us to dawn these prized possessions that only the true elite can have. Growing up as a young prince, coming from a royal family of high influence and power you can’t wait for the day when the kingdom is finally passed down to you. Once the kingdom gets passed down to you, it’s up to you to leave that lasting impression and accomplish things you will be remembered for, accomplishments that live on forever and outlive your time as an actual physical being on this earth before ascending to the spirit realm where I am reunited with the very ancestors who guide me on a day to day basis. As a kid, you dream about these things, you long for that crowning moment. It’s moments like those to look forward to which help you get up everyday to continue being the best person you can be, ruling the land with an iron fist because one day it will prove to all have been worth it. That day was February 17th, 2017. My crowning moment.
(Reginald Dampshaw closes his eyes and takes a long sigh before he continues speaking)
Reginald Dampshaw: I was not supposed to lose in my crowning moment. That night was supposed to be a coronation, a time to celebrate, a night that would go down in infamy. What started out as something that was supposed to be a life defining moment quickly turned into the worst possible case scenario ever. It didn’t take much contemplating or guessing of what went wrong. A man of my caliber makes no mistakes, it was clear as day…..
(Reginald Dampshaw turns towards The Wall Street Journal standing behind him)
Reginald Dampshaw: …..It was YOUR fault. From day one you two imbeciles have been nothing short of a thorn in my side. You agreed to be by my side in hopes to improve your social hierarchy and financial situation, but in the process you made a grave mistake. You interfered in a match that would destroy everything I spent my life working towards, you made a king seem like…. a mortal. This is partially my fault for putting trust into filthy Americans like yourselves and not keeping the business within the family. Never again will I subject myself to associating with such low class filth like you two men standing before me. Back home you two men would get beheaded for such incompetence but I can’t do that here unfortunately, I do however have an alternative. With that being said…
(Reginald Dampshaw walks towards the two men who are pleading with him off mic to show mercy)
James Peters: RD3 kicks CDW right in the privates as he goes towards Alistair Kingsley and begins firing shots away towards his skull!!! Alistair is defenseless!!! RD3 is enraged right now!!!! He irish whips Alistair across the ropes as he comes back towards RD3 and lifts Alistair up for A SPINEBUSTER!!!! YOU COULD HEAR THE IMPACT ON THAT ONE!! RD3 now grabs CDW back up by his head and stares his in the face with an enraged look I’ve never seen from him in my life and he spits right in the face of CDW!!! BUT WAIT!! HE KICKS CDW RIGHT IN THE PRIVATES AGAIN!!! THIS MAN WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN AT THIS RATE!! RD3 ORDERS CRICHTON TO HAND HIM HIS ROYAL SCEPTRE AS HE OBLIGES AND RD3 BEGINS SWINGING AWAY AT THE SKULL OF BOTH CDW AND ALISTAIR KINGSLEY, THIS IS A ROYAL BEATDOWN IF I’VE EVER SEEN ONE RICH!! THE TWO MEN ARE BLEEDING FEROCIOUSLY AS RD3 CONTINUES HIS RELENTLESS ATTACK ON HIS FORMER PROTEGES!! HE STOMPS AWAY AT THEIR TORSOS AS THEY LAY ON THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!
Rich Russillo: Finally…
(Suddenly, a sea of officials and medical staff come rushing down to the ring to hold back Dampshaw and assist the Wall Street Journal onto stretchers as Reginald looks on with a deranged and twisted expression)
James Peters: Reginald is supposed to be in action next but I fear for the man who has to face him in this current mood, i’d just call if off if I were Talib Bari! Let’s hope cooler heads prevail..
(Reginald picks the mic back up and begins speaking into it while still being reprimanded)
Reginald Dampshaw(breathing heavily): Hurricane Hawk…. do you see what you’ve done? This is what you’ve caused! As you sit comfortably in bed watching this, with that skank of an Ava by your side I need you to know this.. THIS. IS. NOT. OVER. YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME. THIS DESTRUCTION IS WHAT YOU’VE CAUSED. MY LIVELIHOOD, MY DREAMS, MY CHAMBER. I WANT YOU TO HOLD MS. EXTREME TIGHT AND GIVE HER A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD, CHERISH THOSE MOMENTS YOU STILL HAVE WITH HER. BECAUSE JUST LIKE YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME, I’M RETURNING THE FAVOR. THIS….
(Reginald wipes his chest with the blood from the Wall Street Journal)
Reginald Dampshaw: THIS IS YOUR FUTURE.
(Camera fades to black)
(Commercial break)
(Rebellion comes back on air as Bella Braxton is shown standing in the cleared ring)
James Peters: Welcome back to Rebellion! Reginald has been taken to the back by the officials to calm down for a bit, he had quite the outburst a few moments ago but he’s still expected to be in action in just moments.
(‘R U Mine’ by Arctic Monkeys plays over the speakers as the crowd is split 50/50 cheering and booing MZA as he comes out. He is slow and methodical walking to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing in Newcastle Upon Tyne, weighing in at 193-
James Peters: Wait just a second! From the top of the ramp, Reginald Dampshaw III comes bolting towards MZA! He decks him with a forearm to the back of the head, knocking MZA to the steel floor. Reginald lifts MZA’s wolf mask off the ground, stares directly at it and then begins laughing!
Rich Russillo: I know Reginald is furious over his loss at REVOLT 1 but he looks like he’s completely fucking lost it now!
James Peters: Reginald picks MZA up and launches him into the steel steps! The sound of MZA’s shoulder cracking off the ramp echoes through the entire arena! The referee is yelling at Reginald to bring MZA into the ring to begin the match. Reginald makes a salute and then bows to the referee, who looks confused by Reginald’s change in demeanour.
Rich Russillo: Uhhh…What the hell is going on with Dampshaw?
James Peters: That loss to Hurricane Hawk really set him over the edge, Rich! I have it on good authority that Reginald went missing right after his match with Hawk and only popped up tonight right before his match.
Rich Russillo: Well…keep him away from me, Peters! If he wants to be a king, he’s a goddamned king! I ain’t gonna tell him different!
James Peters: Reginald throws MZA into the ring and climbs in himself. He then backs up to his corner, puts one arm behind his back and tells the referee to make sure MZA is ok to compete! MZA shakes his head yes and the referee calls for the bell!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And the match is officially underway! Reginald instantly runs towards MZA as soon as the bell rings and obliterates him with a hellacious clothesline! He then picks him up…THE FAMILY NAME! REGINALD’S TRADEMARK OSAKA STUNNER, JUST LIKE THAT! HE PINS HIM!
Ref: ONNNEEE!!! TWWOOO!!! THRE-
James Peters: Wait! Reginald lifts MZA’s head off the mat, breaking his own pin!
Rich Russillo: Look at Reginald’s face, Peters! He’s screaming and laughing his head off, right in MZA’s face!
James Peters: The referee is admonishing Reginald for this, and Reginald says sorry to the referee, smirking and crossing his heart. He lifts MZA’s up to a sitting position and then LOCKS IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER! MZA HAS TO TAP OUT! BUT REGINALD USES THE OTHER ARM TO START LAYING IN ELBOWS TO MZA’S FOREHEAD! THIS IS SICKENING, RICH! MZA’S BUSTED OPEN NOW AND THE BLOOD BEGINS TO POUR DOWN HIS FACE! STOP THE GODDAMNED MATCH, REFEREE!
Rich Russillo: Somehow, MZA is still conscious through all of this, so until he taps out or passes out, the match can’t end!
James Peters: YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD SLAPPING OFF OF REGINALD’S ELBOW! AND FINALLY…MERCIFULLY, THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL! MZA PASSED OUT! BUT REGINALD CONTINUES TO SMASH MZA’S FACES IN! REGINALD IS SCREAMING “I AM THE KING! I AM THE KING!” THE REFEREE IS GRABBING AT REGINALD, TRYING TO PULL HIM OFF OF MZA! FINALLY, REGINALD LETS GO! DEAR GOD!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: Look at this! Reginald is now kneeling over MZA! He licks MZA’s bloody face! Jesus Christ! Someone put this man in jail or the fucking loony bin or something! The match is over! Get him the fuck out of here!
James Peters: I don’t think I’ve ever been more horrified and angry at a match before. I apologize for my behaviour, ladies and gentlemen, but there’s a man’s life at stake here.
Bella Braxton: And your winner…”THE CRACKED KING” REEEEGGGGINNNNAAAALLLLLD DAAAAAMMMPPPSSSSHAAAWW III!
James Peters: Bella Braxton does her ring announcing outside the ring, not wanting to get anywhere near Dampshaw, and I don’t blame her. Dampshaw is now leaving the ring, his eyes bulging out, a huge smile on his face, MZA’s blood drizzling from his face. Cut to a damn commercial and get some paramedics out here for Chrissakes! We’ll be right back!
(The camera fades on Reginald’s bloody, manic face)
(Highlights from REVOLT 1 airs including Xavier Williams’ retirement speech and Jackson Matthews’ debut)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is set for one fall and is a triple threat match!!! Already in the ring, now residing in Atlanta, GA, weighing in at 208 lbs…FARRREEEENNN BLAAAAAAACCCKKKK!!!
James Peters: Here’s a newcomer to the fold. Faren Black is a mysterious wrestler from Austria who now lives in Atlanta, but not else is known about him.
Rich Russillo: What I do know is that he looks like a grubby fuck! Someone needs a shower!
(‘I Love Myself’ starts up as KJB struts out as the songs intro slows down, he stops on the stage with a big smile on his face as puts his arms out and starts to point at himself yelling “You love me!”, he starts to walk down ignoring the fans. He gets to the ring and slides onto the apron and points at himself, he stands up and gets up onto the turnbuckle and looks at the fans with his arms up in the air, he tries to starts a “KJB” chant going and when the fans don’t chant along..he just shrugs it off and jumps into the ring and waits on the match to start.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Atlanta, GA, weighing in at 203 lbs…”KJB…KENNNNETTTTHHH JAAAAAMMMMEEESSS BRRRAAAAAAADDDDFOOOOORD!!!
James Peters: Coming out first is a man who is as cocky as he is impressive! He’s made one hell of an impact so far in REVOLT, winning both of his multi man matches. He’s good and he knows it!
Rich Russillo: He’s good, but he’s gotta do more than just beat some scrubs when the others are distracted. He’s only got two other men to worry about tonight!
(“I Believe In A Thing Called Love” by The Darkness blares over the P.A. System as Jackson Matthews comes running out to meet the crowd. The crowd cheers the REVOLT newcomer, and Matthews looks surprised but happy.)
Bella Braxton: And their opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 199 lbs…”ALL HEART”..JAAAACKKKKSSSSOONNN MAAAATTTHHEWWWWSSS!
Rich Russillo: Here comes mah boi! Jackson Matthews did the unthinkable at REVOLT 1 and ended that dopey cunt Xavier Williams’ wrestling career. I’m not even gonna pretend to not be biased. I want Matthews to win tonight! All Heart! All Heart! All Heart!
James Peters: Alright, alright, Rich. Shut the hell up. It seemed like a crazy fluke win but Jackson Matthews definitely is here to make that word “fluke” disappear.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: Matthews and Black seem to be sizing each other up where KJB is jaw jacking with the crowd. Matthews and Black then turn their attention to him. They both look annoyed at his cockiness so they say something to each other and KJB turns towards them and they hit him with a double dropkick, knocking him out of the ring! Black and Matthews now turn to each other. They start duking it out! They hit each other with forearm after forearm before Black hits Matthews with a DDT! He goes for the cover!
Ref: ONNNEEE! TWOOO!!
James Peters: KJB comes in to break up the count but Matthews kicked out at two! KJB gets in Black’s face and they start screaming at each other!
Rich Russillo: From the look in Black’s eyes, he doesn’t look like the guy you want to get into a screaming match with!
James Peters: Wait a second…out of nowhere, Jackson Matthews comes running towards the two! Black moves out of the way…AND MATTHEWS HITS KJB WITH THE SINGLE LEG HIGH KNEE! HE THEN THROWS A STUNNED FAREN BLACK OVER THE TOP ROPE! HE GOES FOR THE COVER!
Ref: ONNNEEE!!! TWOOOOO!!! THRRREEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: My boi did it! Beating Xavier Williams wasn’t just a fluke! All Heart all the way!
(“I Believe In A Thing Called Love” begins playing as the crowd comes off their feet. Jackson Matthews gets on the turnbuckle and waves his hands in the air. He then looks at Faren Black on the outside and shrugs.)
James Peter: Look at Faren Black, Rich! He can’t believe it!
Rich Russillo: The smelly biker dude kinda got screwed. He’s got other chances, but tonight wasn’t his night!
(Camera fades to Talib Bari in his office speaking into the mirror)
Talib Bari: You a genius. You a mastermind. REVOLT 1 in the books and it was a classic, cuz of you! We gotta keep pushing to make this even bigger, we WILL make this even bigger. You a mogul, an icon, we couldn’t have did it without y–
(Suddenly a loud bang can be heard as Talib jumps up and hides his portable mirror)
???: Wassup big dog how you been?!
(RJ Skilled can be seen strutting into Talib’s office with Jason Skilled nonchalantly following behind)
Talib Bari: Man you gotta knock! I was having a very empowering conversation with myself.
RJ Skilled: My bad man I be having those myself, I got something else empowering for you though? Mind lending an ear?
Talib Bari: I’m all ears RJ.
RJ Skilled: How about you empower my boy over here by giving him a shot for that Heavyweight Championship?
Talib Bari: You know man… a lot of people hate you, you know that right? Some people would look at you doing this after your boy has only competed in one match here and call you crazy or delusional. Me though? I call you a genius. I think you’re the perfect dad a person could have in their life. I see the vision. I respect the hustle. With that being said, I can’t deter a father for believing in his son by shooting for the stars, by all means–
???: Wait just one second there.
(The Revenant steps into the office, brushing shoulders with Jason Skilled while walking past him)
The Revenant: Tell me this is a prank and I’m not about to witness our beloved promoter HAND a title shot to an unproven overhyped rookie because he wants to award his motormouth of a father. That isn’t what’s going on right?
RJ Skilled: Nah that ain’t what’s going on. What’s going on is real recognize real, and we don’t recognize you. Talib Bari is a genius master marketer and he knows exactly what’s gonna put that guap in his pockets, and he also sees the star power and potential of my boy right here, so if you could keep it moving that’d be great.
The Revenant: You don’t recognize the man who put Scott Diamond on his ass in quick fashion last week? Or are you too stuck in your own world where you think everything revolves around that mute of a son to where you don’t even understand what’s standing in front of you. Well I’ll tell you what’s standing in front of you. The man who’s next in line for that Heavyweight Championship whether you RJ, you Talib, or especially you Jason, like it or not.
Talib Bari: Okay lets calm down here fellas I could work this out for the both of you before it gets chippy in here. First of all you both make great claims to being contenders so I can’t turn down one for the other unfortunately. I’ll tell you what, you Rev and you Jason can face off next week in a number one contenders match. It’s the most I could do in this case.
The Revenant: That’s fine with me, I get to kick Jason’s ass so bad that his failure excuse of a daddy will feel it from the sidelines, maybe that’ll shut him up…
RJ Skilled: ……Boi if you don’t get yo—
(Suddenly Jason Skilled steps in front of his dad and gets in The Revenant’s face)
Jason Skilled: I’ll say this once. Watch your mouth.
(Jason and The Revenant have an intense staredown as the camera fades to black)
(The camera fades back to the ring where “9” by Drake plays to a mixed reaction from the crowd, as VIP walks out wearing his usual attire, spitting out a toothpick from his mouth into the crowd before heading down to the ring,)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 280 POOOUNDSS!!!!!……HE IS V! I! PEEEEEEEE!!!!
James Peters: A truly eccentric character here in REVOLT, one who has been vying for his chance to shine in the Heavyweight division, and tonight may just be his night. He’s got the women, the money, the success – but not a Heavyweight Championship and if VIP is able to bring his best to defeat Shackleford tonight, then he may very well be the next in contention.
(“Kill Your Masters” by Run the Jewels plays as Shackleford steps out from the backstage area, not paying any attention to the crowd and simply heading down to the ring, quickly sliding in as he coldly gazes at VIP.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Fratton, Portsmouth, England! Weighing in at 240 POOOUNDSSS!!!!……SHAAAAAAACCCKLLEEEEFFOOORRRDDDD!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Yikes. Shackleford does not look like he is in the mood at all tonight, he’s visibly still pissed that he didn’t capture the championship at REVOLT 1 last week, where the eventual winner is now your inaugural champion, the legend Andrei Sokolova – but I digress, because tonight is not about him, it’s about how “Shack Daddy” here and how he will be able to revert momentum from a loss. We’ll see what exactly goes down tonight.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: The official has rung the bell which means that this match is underway, AND SHACKLEFORD WASTES NO TIME AS HE IMMEDIATELY RUNS TOWARDS THE CORNER WHERE VIP STANDS! EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO THE JAW OF VIP, SANDWICHING HIM BETWEEN HIS FOREARM AND THE TURNBUCKLE! SHACKLEFORD DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY GAMES, HE IS AGITATED AND READY TO VENT, AND TONIGHT VINCE PRICE MAY JUST BE THE UNLUCKY SOUL WHO SUFFERS THAT! Shackleford not stopping his surprise assault as he now VICIOUSLY begins to club VIP with shots to the back, boots to his leg and all of his body parts! He is attacking him like a rabid animal getting the jump on its prey, and now he grabs VIP, AND SLAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! The corner shaking from that impact as VIP now looks to recover, barely dodging a forearm shot from Shackleford as he rolls to the outside to recuperate! He clearly was not prepared for that, he expected a technical beginning but Shackleford through that all out of the way with that surprise attack!
Rich Russillo: You can clearly see just how frustrated Shackleford is, and tonight all he wants to do is let it out.
James Peters: Shackleford however not allowing VIP a time to breathe as he rolls to the ringside area with him! SHACKLEFORD CHARGES AT VIP ONCE MORE WITH A CLOTHESLINE! IT’S DUCKED! Shackleford turns around as he misses the shot – DISCUS PUNCH! OH MY! A DISCUS PUNCH BY VIP, SPINNING AND CLOCKING SHACKLEFORD RIGHT IN THE JAW WITH A DISCUS PUNCH! Shackleford stunned from that maneuver by VIP, grabbing his jaw as he reels backwards, leaning onto the barricade…..AND HERE COMES VIP! A BRUTAL SHOULDER BLOCK TO THE ABDOMEN OF SHACKLEFORD, BARRAGING HIM AS HE IS TRAPPED IN BETWEEN VIP AND THE RINGSIDE BARRICADE! THEN AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! OVER AND OVER WITH THESE SHOULDER BLOCKS TO THE ABDOMEN! THE AIR ESCAPING OUT OF HIS LUNGS WITH EACH REPEATED SHOULDER BLOCK, BECOMING SHARPER AND SHARPER AS MORE FORCE IS PUT ON BY VIP! THE REFEREE NOW STARTING THE COUNT!
Referee: ONNEEEE!!!!……TWOOOO!!!!!!!……THREEEEEE!!!!!!……FOOOUURR!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: VIP realizing that if he stays outside for too long, he and Shackleford will both lose which is not the outcome that either man wants!
James Peters: VIP grabs Shackleford by the head, THEN THROWS HIM FURIOUSLY RIGHT INTO THOSE STEEL STEPS AND THEY EXPLODE ON IMPACT! The sound of flesh colliding with steel as Shackleford lets out a pained grunt – he may have gotten the jump on VIP earlier but it’s not looking too good for the man right now! VIP now lifting the groggy and dazed Shackleford off the outside mat, rolling him back into the ring as he follows! HE HOOKS THE LEG! WILL THIS BE IT?
Referee: ONNEEEEE!!!!!….TWWW—
James Peters: KICK OUT BY SHACKLEFORD! It won’t be enough, VIP, but he seems to have expected that as he grabs Shackleford once more….hooking the arm! HE HAS HIM TRAPPED IN AN ABDOMINAL STRETCH! CLASSIC, SIMPLE, YET EFFECTIVE! VIP WITH A TRADITIONAL ABDOMINAL STRETCH, STRETCHING OUT THAT DIAPHRAM OF SHACKLEFORD AS YOU CAN SEE THE CLEAR PAIN ON HIS FACE! BUT SHACKLEFORD WITH THE WHEREWITHAL AS HE MANAGES TO LIFT VIP OFF THE GROUND AND REVERSE THE SUBMISSION MANEUVER INTO A HIP TOSS! VIP lands on his back onto the mat, gripping it as he stands up….HE GRABS VIP BY THE CHEST AND TRAPS THE ARMS! BELLY-TO-BACK SIDESLAM SENDING HIM DOWN STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT! Shackleford finally able to turn the tables on his opponent here tonight, standing up and running his hands through his hair! THEN HE NOW ATTACKS VIP WITH VICIOUS AND QUICK STOMPS TO ALL OF HIS LIMBS! SHACKLEFORD HAS HAD IT, HE IS BRUTALLY BEATING VIP WITH THESE STOMPS AND NOT GIVING HIM ANY CHANCE TO BREATHE! VIP attempting to stand up but Shackleford just keeps him down with these stomps! He wanted so badly to win that Heavyweight Championship at REVOLT 1 and when he didn’t, he completely lost it and that’s the result that we have here tonight!
James Peters: Shackleford now steps out onto the apron, AND BEGINS TO SCALE THE TURNBUCKLE! HE’S LOOKING FOR IT! SHACKLEFORD WANTS TO HIT IT, HE IS PERCHED LIKE AN EAGLE ON THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE! HE LEAPS OFF OF IT! LEAP OF FAITH! LEAP OF FAITH BY SHACKLEFORD! NO! VIP PUTS HIS KNEES UP AND THE ELBOW OF SHACKLEFORD LANDS BADLY RIGHT ONTO THE KNEES OF VIP! VIP SAVING HIMSELF FROM THAT LEAP OF FAITH AS SHACKLEFORD STANDS UP AND ATTEMPTS TO TEND TO THAT ARM! BUT HERE COMES VIP FROM BEHIND HIM, PUTTING HIM BETWEEN HIS LEGS! VIP IS LOOKING FOR THE 6IX SPIKE! THAT SPIKE PILEDRIVER MIGHT JUST END IT ALL! HE’S GOT HIM! 6IX SPIKE BY VIP! WAIT…..SHACKLEFORD USES HIS WEIGHT AND HE BLOCKS VIP FROM BEING ABLE TO LIFT HIM BACK UP! VIP TRYING HIS BEST TO LIFT HIM UP FOR THAT PILEDRIVER BUT IT ISN’T WORKING! VIP now letting go as Shackleford drives an elbow straight into his gut! OH MY GOD! THE LIGHTING SABRE! THE LIGHTING SABRE BY SHACKLEFORD, THAT STUNNER SENDING VIP FLIP FLOPPING ALL AROUND THE RING!
Rich Russillo: It’s ovah! He hooks the leg!
Referee: ONEEEEEE!!!!!!……TWOOOOOOO!!!!!………THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Kill Your Masters” by Run the Jewels plays as Shackleford stands up, raising his own arms before rolling out of the ring, not even looking at VIP on the mat.)
Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER……..SHAAAAAACKKKLLEEEFOOOORRRRDDDD!!!!
Rich Russillo: A fun and exciting contest and it seems that Shackleford may have just bounced back from his loss at REVOLT 1! He tried to get the jump on him early on, and it was effective until VIP managed to counter and control Shackleford for most of the match! However it was the scrappiness of Shackleford that led to his victory tonight, putting down his opponent with a Stunner in tribute to his former tag team partner. This is exactly what Shackleford needed to regain his confidence and credibility, congratulations.
(Commercial break)
(Rebellion comes back on air with Allen Livingston standing by backstage)
Allen Livingston: Wassup guys I’m here with the MAN himself who put on a helluva performance at REVOLT 1. Personally I don’t think he has anything to be ashamed of but then again that’s why I’m the interviewer and he’s the wrestler, please welcome.. Chris Elite!
(Chris Elite steps into the frame to a big pop as he’s wearing an all black Nike tech fleece sweatsuit with dark shades and a hoodie over his head, hands in his hoodie pocket, clearly not in the best mood. Allen reaches his hand out for a dap but Chris ignores it.)
Allen Livingston: Chris, now I things didn’t go as planned for you but I still feel like you stole the show and walked out looking great, there’s not many people who could have went through what you did. So how are you feeling today?
(Chris Elite takes several moments to appear responsive to Allen, he then suddenly begins speaking)
Chris Elite: How am I feeling? You get billed in what could possibly be the two biggest matches of your life in the biggest night of your life. You have a whole event promoted around your name and the fact that you’re in multiple matches. You get pinned not once but TWICE in one night and then you come back to me and tell me how YOU feel. Are you dumb my g? I ain’t happy about what happened, I’m fuckin’ tight. But at the end of the day I ain’t hanging my head over it, I’m gonna do what I always do and that’s bounce back and get to where I need to be. I’m not gonna sit here and give Maximum the satisfaction of making excuses, he can sit there and enjoy that title and keep it warm for me but we still got unfinished business period. I spent the last week pondering on where it went wrong, how could I have dropped the ball, I been making DEDEDE my bitch all this time so it shouldn’t have been a difference but I guess having a dickeating leech like Impact on your side pays dividends. No excuses tho, just know this isn’t over.
(Chris Elite takes his sunglasses off and pulls his hood down)
Chris Elite: Just know, I WILL get my rematch.
(Chris Elite walks off as the camera fades to black)
James Peters: Coming right up, our newly crowned Middleweight Champion takes on one of the Welterweight divisions rising stars!
(The camera cuts back to the ring where “No One Is Untouchable” by Code Orange blasts through the speakers as Stone Murdock walks out with the REVOLT! Middleweight Championship over his shoulder, looking at it before raising it up to the crowd’s dismay. He smirks as he walks down to the ring, stepping out onto the apron and spreading his arms wide with the championship over his shoulder.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada! Weighing in at 215 POOUNDSSS!!!!!…..HE IS YOUR REVOLT! MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAAAAAMPPPIOOONNN…….SSTOOONNNNEEE MUUUUURRRDOOOCCCKKKK!!!!
James Peters: HERE HE IS, RICH! NONE OTHER THAN YOUR FIRST-EVER MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION HERE TONIGHT! A life of hatred, bitterness and contempt has finally brought Stone to this point and he couldn’t be anymore happy with that title over his shoulder! He’s confident, he has every right to be and tonight he’s going to show that ability that got him the victory last week at REVOLT 1.
(“Blood on the Leaves” by Kanye West plays as Alejandro Correa steps out, heading down to the ring with determination and simply uncaring for the crowd.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Madrid, Spain! Weighing in at 205 POOUNDSSSS!!!!……ALLEEEJAAANNDROOO COORRREEAAAA!!!!
Rich Russillo: A guy coming off a tough loss at REVOLT 1 when he failed to capture that #1 Contendership to the REVOLT! Welterweight Championship, but if tonight goes according to his plan then he may very well bring back his momentum and score a surprise victory over the Middleweight Champion!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: The bell has rung meaning that this match is now underway, AND ALEJANDRO CORREA IMMEDIATELY CHARGES TOWARDS STONE MURDOCK! WAIT! MURDOCK LEAPS UP AND CATCHES CORREA IN MID-AIR! OH MY GOD! PEACE OF MIND! PEACE OF MIND! THE CURB STOMP CATCHING ALEJANDRO AS HE WAS RUNNING, DRIVING HIS HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE RING MAT! OH MY GOD! THE CHAMPION HOOKS THE LEG OF CORREA!
Referee: ONEEEEE!!!!……TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!…….THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“No One Is Untouchable” by Code Orange plays as Stone Murdock rises to his feet, nonchalantly raising his arms up.)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…….STOOOONNNNEEEE MUUUUURRRDDOOOOCCKKKK!!!!!
James Peters: What a win by the Middleweight Champ! Talk about quick work! Whoever thinks they want to go for that Middleweight Championship better think long and hard about it because this might just be their future..
(Camera transitions back to Talib Bari in his office talking to himself in the mirror again)
Talib Bari: You handsome. You beautiful. The face of an icon. You must be drinking a lot of water and exfoliating, it shows. This face was made for prime time telev–
(Talib jumps up and hides his mirror once again)
???: Hey sorry to interrupt. Who were you talking to by the way?
Talib Bari: Oh uh me? That was uhhh… my wife on bluetooth!
(Camera then shows a confused Jackson Matthews looking on)
Jackson Matthews: You have a wife?
Talib Bari: Yea how could you not have known that?
Jackson Matthews: Sorry I’m still getting the hang of things here. But if you have a wife why were you flirting with Kassidy Heart the other week?
Talib Bari: :krabs:
Jackson Matthews: Oh crap, my bad.. I’ll leave before I cause you any trouble
Talib Bari: Nah man it’s all good. What brought you here tonight? Great job in your match earlier by the way, I already see the money printing. That momentum is at an all time high!
Jackson Matthews: Thanks, that’s partially why I’m here. I wanna kill two birds with one stone by not only continuing to build that momentum, but getting revenge in the process.
Talib Bari: Revenge you say?
Jackson Matthews: That’s right, Scott Diamond has to pay for what he did to me last week and I want him in a match, next week.
Talib Bari: :whoa: Slow down young man I know you’re riding high but let’s not go too far. Scott Diamond may have lost to The Revenant last week, but he is still a very bad man. The only thing scarier than a normal Scott Diamond is an angry Scott Diamond, and that he is…. which is why we gave him the week to cool off in the first place. I know he attacked you and all, but just charge it to him having a bad night and overlook it, for the sake of your safety.
Jackson Matthews: I’m not afraid of Scott Diamond. It’s his safety he’s going to have to worry about.
Talib Bari: I’m sorry man but I can’t do that for you, you’ll thank me in the future.
(Jackson Matthews clearly disappointed pauses for a second while thinking and then has an epiphany)
Jackson Matthews: ..Fine.
(Camera pans to ringside)
(The lights go off before “Badass” by Saliva plays, the stage shrouded in smoke as Kevin then comes out from the curtain in no rush to walk down the ramp, surveying the crowd, many of whom boo)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 264 pounds… “BADASS” KEVINNNNN AUSTINN!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Kevin Austin. It seems like he’s putting on some new feat every week, even when he loses he’s still winning major.
Peters: His apologists would say as much, for sure. His detractors would call him the best loser. But it can’t be denied that he’s improving every week!
(Kevin Austin’s music fades out before “goosebumps” by Travis Scott sounds around the arena, the crowd responding with a deafening, true fifty-fifty mixed reaction to Heavyweight Champion Andrei Sokolova)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Doncaster, England, weighing in at 245 pounds… He is REVOLT’s inaugural HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIOOON… “THE AGENT OF CHAOS” … ANDREIIII SOKOLOVAAA!!
Peters: Andrei Sokolova is a guy who isn’t playing games. He’s going to knock you in the mouth. For Kevin to stand a chance in this match, he’s going to have to compete a level he hasn’t yet exhibited in REVOLT thus far.
Russillo: Let’s hope he understands the gravity of this challenge, for his sake.
(Ding! Ding! Ding)
Peters: The bell sounds, and not a moment sooner the bestial Kevin Austin aggressively walks up to the Heavyweight Champion Andrei Sokolova, showing absolutely zero fear in his eyes – Sokolova not backing down for a moment – AS BADASS KEVIN CONNECTS WITH A DISRESPECTFUL SLAP TO THE FACE OF ANDREI SOKOLOVA! AND SOKOLOVA DOESN’T LIKE THAT ONE BIT, RESPONDING WITH A CLUBBING CLOSED-FIST PUNCH TO THE FACE OF KEVIN! THE REFEREE IMMEDIATELY BUTTS IN AND REMINDS ANDREI SOKOLOVA OF THE RULES, BUT SOKOLOVA DOESN’T CARE AS HE PUSHES THE REFEREE OUT OF THE WAY AND MARCHES TOWARD BADASS KEVIN, WHO TRIES TO FIND SOKOLOVA FOR A BIG BOOT – BUT NOBODY’S HOME AS SOKOLOVA CATCHES THAT BOOT, SWEEPING THE RUG OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM AS HE YANKS HIS LEG DOWN, DROPPING HIM TO THE MAT!
Russillo: Not the most well-advised approach thus far by Badass Kevin, but this is the kind of mean streak we’ve come to expect from him. Sometimes it pays off, and other times… It doesn’t.
Peters: And now Sokolova with an Elbow Drop to the midsection of the grounded Kevin Austin, Austin yelling in pain for a brief moment, but he has no time to regroup as Sokolova is looking to get up immediately afterward – but Kevin Austin smartly exploits Sokolova’s precarious position, applying an MMA-style body triangle to Sokolova – but Sokolova is quick to retaliate with a shot to the face of Austin! Austin has his arms up in defense, and now demonstrates his impressive leg strength by turning Sokolova over! Austin has Sokolova right where he wants him, allowing Austin to ground and pound Sokolova, swining those forearms wildly – AND CONNECTING WITH ONE OF THEM! That opens a small cut above the eye of Sokolova, and now Austin looks for another clubbing forearm to the head region of Sokolova – BUT SOKOLOVA MASTERFULLY INVERTS THE FOREARM INTO AN ARMBAR, GAINING POSITION ON AUSTIN!
Peters: KEVIN AUSTIN IMMEDIATELY TUGS ON THE ROPES, WANTING NO PART OF THAT ARMBAR! BUT SOKOLOVA WON’T BREAK THE SUBMISSION, AND THE REFEREE IS FORCED TO BEGIN A COUNT!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Russillo: And Sokolova finally breaks the count! Austin has been holding his own against Sokolova, but it looks like Sokolova’s just a STEP better every time. It’s almost like you can see Austin’s growing with every match he gets into here in REVOLT.
Peters: Austin and Sokolova briefly break their distance, but Sokolova doesn’t let Austin buy any time as he charges on over to him – but an elbow to the midsection of Sokolova by Badass Kevin! Sokolova clutches at his stomach for a moment, but Badass Kevin takes both of arms! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK! NO! SOKOLOVA TWIRLS OUT OF BADASS KEVIN’S ATTEMPT AND MEETS HIM AS HE TURNS AROUND FOR A CLOTHESLINE – BUT KEVIN STAYS UPRIGHT! KEVIN IS MOUTHING “YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO DO MORE THAN THAT” AS HE GRINS AT SOKOLOVA, AND SOKOLOVA WITH THE SPINNING BACKFIST! IT CONNECTS! BADASS KEVIN DIDN’T EXPECT THAT AT ALL, BUT THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DRAW THE IRE OF REVOLT’S HEAYWEIGHT CHAMPION! AND SOKOLOVA DROPS INTO A COVER ON KEVIN!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!… TWOOOOO!!!…
Peters: But a kickout from Badass Kevin! Kevin is earning his stripes here tonight, he’s been trying to hit Sokolova in the mouth from the get-go and Sokolova has responded about as well as you can to everything Kevin has dished out. Neither of these men have yet gained an edge on the other until now, and Sokolova immediately stands Kevin back up to his feet after the near-fall, getting him back to a vertical base … And now he’s hoisting Kevin up for the Spinebuster! BUT KEVIN WITH REPEATED, UNRELENTING ELBOWS TO THE SHOULDER AND HEAD AREA OF SOKOLOVA AS HE HOISTS HIM IN THE AIR, FORCING HIS WAY BACK DOWN – AND CONNECTING WITH A KNEE TO THE FACE! SOKOLOVA IS HALF-UPRIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, AND KEVIN SEES AN OPENING AS HE DARTS OFF THE ROPES AND MEETS SOKOLOVA IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! SUCK IT! THE CURB STOMP – NO! SOKOLOVA CAUGHT AUSTIN’S LEGS, HOISTING HIM UP IN THE AIR AND CONNECTING WITH THE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! THE PIN!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…
Russillo: BUT A KICKOUT FROM KEVIN, PETERS!
Peters: Yes, indeed! Sokolova is retaliating to everything Kevin is throwing at him, but you can see he’s going to have to do more than that. Sokolova bangs his fists on the mat in frustration as he stares menacingly in the referee’s eyes, the referee gesturing that it was only a two count.
Russillo: Sokolova’s wondering, “what more do I have to do to keep this guy down?” You can tell Sokolova didn’t expect this kind of challenge from Badass Kevin, and Kevin is taking him to the task!
Peters: Yes, but that said, Sokolova has gained the upper-hand now as Badass Kevin seems to be getting winded. You can see it in his expression as the sweat trickles down his forehead, and now Sokolova takes him back up to his feet – NO! ILL-ADVISED TO TAKE KEVIN BACK UP AS HE IMMEDIATELY HOISTS ANDREI SOKOLOVA UP, DROPPING AND PLANTING HIM INTO HIS KNEE FOR THE STRAIGHT TO THE BANK! THAT GTS CONNECTS AND SOKOLOVA IS GOING TO LOSE! UPSET!
Russillo: … But Badass Kevin can’t get the cover! Badass Kevin seems to have exhausted the lion’s share of his stamina after connecting with that move. Kevin is laid out, neither man looks to be going anywhere, the crowd in awe after Sokolova just took that Straight to the Bank from Kevin — or more accurately, after Badass Kevin delivered that shock! Kevin is starting to stir, and he may still be able to finish this thing off if he can get the cover in the next couple of seconds – AND HE DOES, HOOKING SOKOLOVA’S LEG!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!… THRRRRR
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Russillo: BUT THE REFEREE STOPS THE COVER, POINTING TO SOKOLOVA’S FOOT ON THE ROPE! ANOTHER MOMENT AND BADASS KEVIN WOULD HAVE JUST GOTTEN A HUGE UPSET VICTORY ON ANDREI SOKOLOVA! KEVIN LOOKS INTO THE EYES OF THE REFEEE WITH A DESPERATE EXPRESSION. IF THAT WON’T DO IT, WHAT WILL? I’M SURE THAT’S WHAT KEVIN IS THINKING RIGHT NOW!
Peters: Both of these two men exhausted and even after that pin was broken up by Sokolova’s foot on the rope, neither of them look close to rising to their feet! Kevin is inching toward the turnbuckles, and he’s slowly making his way up in the corner. Sokolova is using his knees to get up, his legs appear to be shot, and he grabs the ring ropes to leverage himself back up, stumbling around shortly afterward – AND KEVIN CHARGING TOWARD SOKOLOVA FOR A RUNNING LARIAT – BUT A SPINNING BACKFIST FROM SOKOLOVA! AND SOKOLOVA QUICKLY TAKING KEVIN IN – CHAOS CONTROL! THE ROLLING CUTTER CONNECTS AND SOKOLOVA COLLAPSES IN EXHAUSTION BACK-FIRST OVER KEVIN AUSTIN! THE COVER!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!… THRRRR–
THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“goosebumps” picks up as Andrei Sokolova is handed his championship belt and has his hand raised in victory)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER……. ANDREEEIIIII SOKOLOVAAA!!!!
James Peters: Our Heavyweight Champion shows us why exactly he holds that belt with a impressive victory over a fellow member of his division!
Rich Russillo: This man has bright things ahead in his future if he could keep it up at this rate..
(Andrei is seen making his way to the back while a disappointed Kevin looks on as the camera fades to black)
(Commercial break)
(REBELLION comes back from commercial as ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ by Tupac begins to blare throughout the arena. TLA walks out from behind the curtains with two women from the Poon Palace to his side. The women are wearing provocative clothing as the pigs in the arena whistle and cheer. TLA, with a confident smirk on his face, begins to walk down the ramp. The Poon Palace bitches mistakenly walk before TLA as he immediately stops them. TLA orders them to stop as he gallantly walks before them.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome… The number one contender for the Welterweight Championship…. TTTTTTTTTTTTT LLLLLLLLLL AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
James Peters: The number 1 contender has chosen to have some company tonight as he addresses the REVOLT! universe!
Rich Russillo: TLWho? I’m only paying attention to the honey’s he has on each arm. AY MAMI!
(The audience cheers as TLA taunts the crowd once he’s inside of the ring. TLA is handed a mic as he hooks his arms with the two ladies from the Poon Palace.)
TLA: Well… Didn’t I tell ya, homie?
(TLA pauses as he is embraced by Kentucky crowd)
TLA: No voy a echar mentiras… I’m not gonna lie. The fact that all you gringos are cheering a Latino is shocking, but I’ll take it. Just how I’ll be taking the Welterweight championship from el campeon himself. I told y’all from the very beginning that I ain’t somebody to fuck with. I have hard work flowing through mis venas, through mi sangre. I was bred for this type of grind. Ever since I was a small niño I was always taught that you can’t have things given to you like a lil bitch. Tienes que ponerte las pilas and reach for something higher than yourself. The high that satisfaction brings is better than any droga can produce. This mentality has never lead me to failure. I have been led to pure success. Donde yo soy el mas alto… y todos mas abajo. En REVOLT 1 I showed the world that La Pantera Sexual is more than just an attraction… I am the MAIN attraction.
(The audience cheers once more as TLA and the two women crack a smile.)
TLA: And the main attraction needs more than these two Poon Palace bitches by his side. Y ahora que tengo la oportunidad for the Welterweight Championship I ain’t letting that shit slide, dawg. When we face, Maximus, te voy a dejar sin nada. You’re going to be alone like a dawg but maybe I’ll let Steroid Dawg keep you some company nawh sayin’? You can rent him out, Maximus, para que mires que no soy malo. Eso es lo mas que puedo hacer por ti, hermano. I know that losing your title to me will cause you un gran dolor. Not only will you be championshipless, but you’ll be left alone para pudirse – to rot. But no! I’ll be more generous hermano. I’ll give you even more in exchange for el oro. I’ll give you a free expense paid year trip to The Poon Palace where you’ll be serenaded by Poon Palace bitches anytime you’re conscious enough to wake. You’ll get to eat all la comida que tu gringo ass would love! No additional charge! It’s the least I can do —
(Suddenly, “Long Live the Chief’ by Jidenna begins to play as the crowd raises to their feet. After a few seconds, Maximus Grier emerges already in his ring gear and with rose tinted sunglasses to match. He has the Welterweight Championship proudly sitting on his shoulder. As he begins to speak.)
James Peters: The Welterweight champion has arrived!
Maximus Grier: My… those are some powerful words coming from a simple man like you.
(Maximus makes his way down the ramp and walks into the ring.)
Maximus Grier: Your invitation to the… as you call it, “Poon Palace” is tempting… but I’ll have to decline. Truly, TLA, do you think your incoherent jabber is going to get under my skin? What’s the whole point of this? To make me shake in my boots in fear of your theories become a reality? (Maximus chuckles) Don’t make me laugh. Your words are as empty as your passion. You don’t have the fire, the flame that burns within to handle this championship and the savaged animals that are constantly behind it. After all, if you did… Wouldn’t you have won the Welterweight championship tournament to begin with? Wouldn’t you be the man with the title placed on his shoulder?
(TLA looks around to his Poon Palace bitches as he smiles.)
TLA: You got me, ese.
Rich Russillo: I think TLA needs a translator. I don’t think he wants to admit any sort of thing like that!
TLA: I didn’t win the Welterweight championship tournament. And there ain’t a damn thing I can do to change that fact. I don’t have a fuckin’ time machine to go back and change the outcome of that tournament. Pero ay segunda oportunidades, animal. I have a second chance at that title and you can bet on yo’ mama’s sweet ass that I’m gonna make the best out of it.
Maximus Grier: Again, the childish insults. Give me a goddamn break. You’re such a fool if you think you’re getting your disgusting, disease infested self near my prestigious gold. I put everything on the line to beat that poor excuse of a man Elite. I defied all odds that were stacked against me and you think I’m going to let you have this title so easily? Without a fight? Without making you work for it? HAH. If you thought this was going to be a stroll in the park then you are wrong. I know that you are the number one contender. I know that you want this as badly as I want to keep it. But you need to realize that you’re not going against any regular man. I am not like any other opponent that you’ve faced in your pathetic, vomit inducing career.
TLA: Hermano, you need to also realize that I ain’t like any other person you’ve faced before.
(One of TLA’s Poon Palace bitch begins to growl as TLA pats her head.)
TLA: Calmada, bitch. I know this white boy right here is sayin’ some insultin’ shit pero esta medio retrasado de la mente.
Maximus Grier: You can take your walking STD’s with you once I send your ass packing back to the “Poon Palace”. There is absolutely no one that can kick me off of this pedestal. That bitch Chris Elite wasn’t man enough to beat me and neither are you! The rest of these “men” are lower than me! You should be kissing the soles of my feet instead of talking this utter trash–
(Maximus Grier is cut off as ‘Down and Out’ by Camron ft. Kanye West plays. Both Maximus and TLA turn in shock as a well-received Chris Elite steps out with a mic in his hand. Chris is wearing a gold chain and designer clothes as he gives a cocky smile.)
James Peters: IT’S CHRIS ELITE!
Rich Russillo: No shit, sherlock! It’s the man who could’ve had the Welterweight championship strapped around his waist if he hadn’t messed up at REVOLT 1.
Chris Elite: Uhhh… are you two bozos finished?
Maximus Grier: What hole did you manage to crawl out of? The audacity to be standing there like a pitiful fool.
Chris Elite: ye… you done?
TLA: This conversation is between me and fukboi over here. You can go back home now.
Chris Elite:…. IS YOU DONE?
James Peters: The Kentucky fans are totally behind Chris Elite tonight.
Rich Russillo: What do you expect from Kentucky people in general, Peters? Not like they have a brain to begin with.
(Chris walks down the ramp and enters the ring. Both TLA and Maximus Grier take their respective corners as Chris takes the main stage.)
Chris Elite: I ain’t gonna front – REVOLT 1 was a night that I would much rather forget. It was a night full of many thoughts and emotions. Millions of things ran through my mind. I was wondering about the future, what I could’ve done to correct my past mistakes, and the what if’s if you will. Doubts lingered along with shame and guilt. But if there’s one thing about me is that when life gets you down, you rise from the ashes. You learn from your mistakes and grow from there. Even though I got a million things in my brain to think about – there is one thing I know for certain – My chase for that Welterweight title ain’t finished. You thought I was gonna stop then and there after this minor set back? You trippin’. This time around I want the title more than ever. I’m hungry for that success and guess what? My hunger is insatiable. I’m not going to stop until the Welterweight championship has an owner it can be proud of – that REVOLT can be proud of, you know what I’m sayin’?
TLA: Nah, nah, nah, nah you ain’t about to ruin my moment here amigo. (TLA gets in Chris’ face) Get your culo to the back of the line. You had your chance and you fucked up.
Chris Elite: You right. I messed up… but didn’t you say that we all get second chances? Imma get mine whether you like it or not…
(Maximus gets in between both men.)
Maximus Grier: Both of you are complete imbeciles! I don’t know why the hell you’re both fighting because at the end of the day the Welterweight championship is going home with me and I’ll be damned if the title goes to the hands of someone who is as delusional as the whores he has on his side or someone has already tried and failed miserably. Get the hell out of my ring!
TLA: If it wasn’t for Steroid Dawg blowing up my phone id stay and rearrange your face… but for now I will take my leave because I ain’t got shit to prove. I won my spot fair and square homie. Don’t forget, amigo. I am the person you should be focusing on. I am the number one contender and the next owner of that title. And you, Elite – vete a chingar tu madre. I’m sure Maximus can loan you his Rosetta stone so you could translate that bitch.
(TLA begins to make his way towards the entrance ramp as Elite and Grier are left in the ring.)
Chris Elite: iight, iight. I’ll let you both continue to live in your fantasy world. When I come back and ruin it with a dose of harsh reality… just say I didn’t warn ya.
(Chris smiles as his theme picks up where it left off. He puts his index finger on the Welterweight title as Maximus quickly swipes it off. REBELLION then goes to commercial.)
(Commercial break)
(Rebellion comes back on air as “Long Live The Chief by Jidenna can be heard blasting throughout the arena as Maximus Grier stands in the middle of the ring waiting)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a non-title bout that will be scheduled or ONE FALL! Introducing first, He is the FIRST ever Welterweight Champion in REVOLT… “THE DEVIL WHO WEARS PRADA”… MAXIMUSSSSS GRIERRRRR!!!!
(“If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray blares over the speakers to a huge mixed reaction as Prince of Phenomenal first saunters around the top of the ramp, then excitedly dashes forward, leaping onto the ring apron and into the ring)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent… from South Beach, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds… PRINCEEE! OF! PHENOMENALLLLL!!!!!
James Peters: Prince of Phenomenal is a guy that is looking to his feet wet here in REVOLT! after accomplishing quite a bit elsewhere, and what better opportunity to stake his claim to prominence in this company than to knock off the esteemed and newly crowned Welterweight Champion Maximus Grier in our main event of the evening?
Rich Russillo: In order to do that, he’s going to have to get through someone who put on an absolute clinic at REVOLT 1 – a true masterclass of wrestling…
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Peters: This contest is underway as the Prince of Phenomenal begins circling around Welterweight Champion Maximus Grier, but Grier is reluctant to let POP gain any momentum, following POP’s pace and circling around his opponent as well… And Maximus Grier with a SLUG to the face of Prince of Phenomenal! POP staggers back, but only for a brief movement as he then propels himself for a jumping clothesline – but nobody’s home! POP springs off the ropes on the follow-through, but Maximus meets him in the middle of the ring with a walloping shoot kick to the ack of POP’s leg! POP yelps in agony for a moment, BUT AN ENZUIGIRI! Not to be outdone, POP strikes Maximus with that kick to the temple of Maximus Grier, but Grier remains upright even in a daze! AND NOW POP WITH A SECOND ENZUIGIRI, AND THE WHOLE ARENA COULD HEAR THE THUD AS PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL’S BOOT CONNECTED WITH GRIER’S HEAD! GRIER STAGGERS BACK, AND NOW POP WITH A CLOTHESLINE SENDS HIM TUMBLING OVER THE TOP AND ONTO THE OUTSIDE!
Russillo: What an excellent start to this match by Prince of Phenomenal. The Welterweight Champion Maximus Grier did not see this coming whatsoever!
Peters: POP’s not finished with Maximus Grier yet, Russillo, not by a long shot! POP sizes up the position of Maximus Grier on the outside as he’s slowly, groggily rising to his feet… AND POP DARTS OFF THE ROPES, FLYING THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND CONNECTING WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE! But I don’t think POP quite got all of that one, Russillo! POP’s momentum slung him shoulder-first into the barricade, as he maybe got TOO MUCH elevation on that Suicide Dive! Still, the leg of POP connected into the shoulder and pectoral region of Maximus Grier, and they’re both feeling the effects of this early onslaught – POP with his caution-to-the-wind, devil-may-care approach to this match, and Maximus Grier as he no doubt feels the brunt of it!
Peters: Maximus Grier slowly rises to his feet on the outside, but it doesn’t seem like POP is able to get up along with him as he favors his shoulder while laid out on the outside. POP is slowly getting back to his feet, using the barricade to pull himself up, and now Maximus Grier from behind with a clubbing forearm to the back of POP’s head! POP lets out a loud yelp before Maximus yanks POP by the neck, sending him back into the ring!
Russillo: Maximus Grier right now is the beneficiary of some recklessness on POP’s part. POP will have to get that sorted out to have a hope of defeating the Welterweight Champion!
Peters: Maximus Grier re-enters the ring, but immediately upon trying to rise to his feet POP is back up! AND A RUNNING PUNT KICK SMACK-DAB TO THE SKULL OF MAXIMUS GRIER! MY GOD, RUSSILLO! MAXIMUS GRIER GOT ABSOLUTELY LEVELED BY THAT PUNT KICK! GRIER WAS TRYING TO CAPITALIZE ON HIS MOMENT BUT MADE THE MISTAKE OF THROWING POP IN THE RING AND PAID FOR IT – MAYBE WITH A CONCUSSION! POP FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A LATERAL PRESS PIN!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!…
Peters: BUT A KICKOUT FROM THE WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPION MAXIMUS GRIER, ON WHAT MIGHT’VE BEEN INSTINCT ALONE! Grier has kicked out and he’s going to continue fighting in what has been a hotly contested bout thus far, but at what cost? He may only be competing at forty to fifty percent of his standard from this point forward! POP unquestionably disjointed his foe’s equilibrium with that Punt Kick, and POP is going back on the offensive immediately, connecting with a flurry of mudhole stomps to the midsection and side of Maximus Grier! POP knows he’s picking the carcass of a sitting duck right now, and now what’s this?? POP with a vertical leap over the grounded Grier and he springboards – OFF THE TOP ROPE! WHAT ATHLETICISM! – AND THE TOP-ROPE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT CONNECTS ON MAXIMUS GRIER! THAT IS GOING TO DO IT – BUT POP IS CLUTCHING AT HIS RIBS, THAT HIGH-RISK MANEUVER SEEMS TO HAVE DONE ALMOST AS MUCH DAMAGE TO POP AS IT DID TO MAXIMUS GRIER AS HE’S UNABLE TO INCH TOWARD MAXIMUS GRIER FOR THE COVER!
Russillo: POP is clawing closer! He’s not going to be denied tonight!
Peters: AND POP MANAGES TO GET A SHOULDER OVER MAXIMUS GRIER!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!…. TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!… THRRRR
Peters: BUT A KICKOUT FROM MAXIMUS GRIER! THE CROWD IS HOT! THE WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPION, DESPITE POSSIBLY SUSTAINING A CONCUSSION – AT THE VERY LEAST A STINGING SENSATION REVERBERATING THROUGH HIS HEAD WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT – AND POP IS HEATED! POP THINKS HE SHOULD HAVE THIS MATCH WON, BUT MAXIMUS GRIER JUST KEEPS COMING BACK FOR MORE!
Russillo: Maximus Grier should just quit! Live to fight another day.
Peters: And now POP after collecting himself saunters on over to the ropes, climbing outside and onto the ring apron … He’s setting Maximus Grier up for something major here, and the crowd can feel it, hanging on his every move! POP measures the downed Maximus Grier, and he’s taking flight! SPRINGBOARDING FOR THE 450 SPLASH ON MAXIMUS GRIER! AND THIS IS GOING TO BE BALLGAME, RUSSILLO!
Peters: … BUT MAXIMUS GRIER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY WITH NOT A MOMENT TO SPARE, NOT A NANOSECOND MORE AND MAXIMUS GRIER’S GOOSE WOULD HAVE BEEN COOKED, RUSSILLO! BUT HE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO STAY ALIVE, AND IT LOOKS LIKE AS POP CAME DOWN ON THAT SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH HE LANDED ON HIS KNEE? POP IS FAVORING HIS KNEE!
Russillo: THAT’S JUST HOW MUCH THIS GUY PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL WANTS IT! HE HAS A RARE OPPORTUNITY TO KNOCK OFF THE WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPION AND IF THAT COMES AT THE EXPENSE OF BODY, IT’S CLEARLY A SACRIFICE THIS MAN IS WILLING TO MAKE, PETERS!
Peters: POP has a look of unmitigated anger in his eyes, Russillo, his eyes wide open as he favors his knee with one arm and uses the other to DRAG himself up, first by the middle ring rope and then by the top ring rope as the limping, undeterred acrobat manages to get back to a vertical base! Little does POP know that in the down time Maximus Grier has FINALLY recovered from the onslaught he’s suffered for this entire match! POP settles in the corner, his back still turned! Maximus Grier has risen to his feet on the opposite end of the ring, but you can tell he’s feeling the effects of that violent Punt Kick from earlier as his eyes are glazed over … AND MAXIMUS GRIER CHARGES AT PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL RIGHT AS HE TURNS AROUND WITH ALL THE SPEED OF A GAZELLE, LAUNCHING HIMSELF INTO GRIER FOR A SPEAR TAKEDOWN – BUT POP VERTICALLY LEAPFROGS OVER GRIER, AND GRIER’S RECKLESS DASH SENDS HIM CRASHING HEAD-FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! GRIER HASN’T BEEN ABLE TO GET UP, HE’S HOLDING HIS HEAD THAT POP HAS ALREADY INFLICTED SO MUCH DAMAGE TO WITH HIS RIGHT HAND, AND POP FINDS HIM WITH THE REAR WAISTLOCK – FORCING HIM ALL THE WAY BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE, AND SENDING HIM FLYING OVER HIS HEAD FOR THE RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
Russillo: What the hell?!
Peters: … BUT POP LAUNCHED MAXIMUS GRIER TOO FAR, ENABLING MAXIMUS TO LAND ON HIS FEET ABOUT FOUR FEET AWAY… AND POP HAS NO IDEA AS HE TURNS AROUND – AND MAXIMUS GRIER ELEVATES HIS LEG FOR THE SUPERKICK – BUT POP BLOCKS IT! MAXIMUS GRIER IS SIMPLY EXHAUSTED AND COULDN’T GET ENOUGH ELEVATION ON THAT SUPERKICK TO HIT HIM IN THE JAW, ALLOWING POP TO CATCH THE SUPERKICK RIGHT UP AGAINST HIS THROAT, AND POP SWINGS MAXIMUS GRIER’S LEG AROUND – ONLY TO BE MET WITH THE STEP-OVER SPINNING HEEL KICK FROM GRIER! POP HAS BEEN LEVELED! GRIER’S FINALLY GAINED AN EDGE ON PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL, IMMEDIATELY SEEKING TO CAPITALIZE AS HE CONNECTS WITH SEVERAL MOORE MUDHOLE STOMPS BEFORE WRENCHING THE GROUNDED POP IN, FORCING HIM BACK TO HIS FEET… AND TAKING HIM UP FOR THE BRAINBUSTER! POISON PILL!
Russillo: No! Look!
Peters: POP BLOCKS THE BRAINBUSTER ATTEMPT, CONNECTING WITH SEVERAL PUNCHES TO THE SIDE AND MIDSECTION OF MAXIMUS GRIER – AND POP WITH A HEADBUTT TO MAXIMUS GRIER! POP IS EXPLOITING THE HEAD TRAUMA GRIER HAS SUSTAINED THUS FAR, AND NOW A CLUBBING FOREARM TO THE HEAD OF MAXIMUS GRIER, SENDING HIM STAGGERING BACK AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLES – FOLLOWED BY A RUNNING HIGH KNEE INTO THE CORNER – NO!! NO! MAXIMUS SPIT IN POP’S FACE, BLINDING HIS PATH AND BUYING HIMSELF SOME TIME – BUT INCENSING POP AS HE CHARGES WILDLY AFTER RUBBING THE SPIT OUT OF HIS EYES … AND NOBODY’S HOME ON THE CORNER CLOTHESLINE! POP’S BACKED AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLES AND MAXIMUS GRIER IS LIFTING HIM ON UP, FORCING HIM TO THE SECOND RUNG … THIRD RUNG! MAXIMUS GRIER HAS PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL HOISTED ON THE TOP ROPE, AND HE’S WRENCHING HIM IN, REELING HIM IN LIKE THE CATCH OF THE CENTURY!
Russillo: Uh oh… I hope the ring can sustain this!
Peters: AND MAXIMUS TRIES TO DROP POP WITH THE SUPERPLEX, BUT POP ISN’T BUDGING, THROWING FISTS EVERYWHERE, SOME CONNECTING, SOME MISSING WILDLY! AND NOW IT’S MAXIMUS WITH A HEADBUTT – BUT MAXIMUS SEEMS TO HAVE FORGOTTEN WHY HE’S IN THIS PREDICAMENT IN THE FIRST PLACE, ALL OF THE DAMAGE HE’S TAKEN TO HIS HEAD, AS HE SCREAMS OBSCENITIES IN A FIT OF EXCRUCIATING PAIN, CLUTCHING HIS HEAD! POP FEELS THE EFFECTS OF THAT HEADBUTT TOO AS BOTH OF THEM ENTER A LULL FOR A MOMENT … BUT MAXIMUS GRIER SOMEHOW FINDS IT IN HIM! FRANKENSTEINER! THE FRANKENSTEINER FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Peters: … BUT MAXIMUS GRIER DOESN’T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CATAPULT POP, AND POP DROPS HIM FOR THE RELEASE POWERBOMB – BUT REMAINS PERCHED ATOP THE ROPES AS HE SETS HIS SIGHTS ON MAXIMUS WITH A HAWK’S GAZE, REGAINING HIS BALANCE AND AT A COMPLETELY VERTICAL BASE ON THE TOP ROPE… AS HE LEAPS!
Russillo: OH MY GOD!
Peters: AND POP CONNECTS WITH THE CHAPTER SIX! CHAPTER SIX! THAT CORKSCREW SENTON BOMB CONNECTS SQUARELY INTO THE BODY OF MAXIMUS GRIER, POP FALLING OVER HIM PERFECTLY FOR THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG FOR GOOD MEASURE!
Ref: ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!… THRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray hits, after which the referee raises Prince of Phenomenal’s arm. POP is sweating profusely, completely exhausted from his balls-to-the-wall encounter with Maximus Grier, scurrying out of the ring with the remnants of his depleted energy, walking back up the ramp with a noticeable limp)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfal… PRINCEEEE!!! OF!!! PHENOMENALLLLL!!!!!!
Russillo: What a classic bout, Peters! Hard-hitting action from start to finish. The momentum in this match shifted when Maximus Grier threw POP back in the ring from the outside and got absolutely LEVELED with a Punt Kick straight into his head! After that everything seemed to unravel for Maximus Grier, but he somehow managed to put on a formidable showing despite that… He just couldn’t come up with the W in the end!
Peters: POP showed what he has the potential to do tonight. Big time players do big time things, and tonight Prince of Phenomenal was a big time player.
(As POP stands on the top of the ring ramp with “If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray playing, Maximus Grier remains laid out in the ring, just barely showing signs of stirring)
(Camera fades to black / REVOLT! logo buzzes)
