Fight Grid
(The camera slowly fades in to show the faces of a smiling Sofia Clarke and Allen Livingston. They both sit in chairs, in a fairly large carpeted room with a TV monitor behind them displaying the REVOLT! Logo)
Allen Livingston: Itchaboyallenlivingston now check it out… HERE WE ARE SOFIA!! FINALLY!! REVOLT!! RESURGENCE!! IT’S ALL JUST MINUTES AWAY!!
Sofia Clarke: Sooo close! As you can all see on the bottom right hand of your screens, just three minutes separate us from history! And what a night it’s gonna be… Allen, tell them what they have to look forward to.
Allen Livingston: EVERYTHING!! I mean check it, we got the team of Maximus Grier and Finnegan Wakefield in action, we got a triple threat match in the semi-main event between who I think are three of the top stars in this industry in TLA, Diamond Cage and Chris Elite… and in our main event we have Sienna Jade taking on perhaps the most decorated female wrestler of all-time in Aria Jaxon… AND MAN THAT AIN’T EVEN HALF OF WHAT WE GOT PLANNED FOR YOU TONIGHT!! It’s gonna be wild.
Sofia Clarke: And don’t forget! To start everything off we’ll be greeted by the colorful REVOLT! Promoter, Talib Bari who has apparently set up tournaments for certain championship divisions… I don’t know anything more beyond that but luckily, I don’t need to! We’re about to have our answers… here we go!
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(The camera zooms inside SECU arena in Maryland as we get our first look at the Resurgence stage. Large LED green pillars, one on the left, the other on the right support a large screen that starts at the floor and goes up about 30 feet. To the side of the pillars are two more screens. Equal in height to the one in the middle but not as wide. They both sport the word “RESURGENCE” on them, written vertically. The camera pans around to show the rabid fans decked out in REVOLT! merch. The camera then fades to the commentary booth up near the stage to show a smiling James Peters and Rich Russillo.)
James Peters: HELLLLOOOOOO EVERYBODY AND WELCOME TO THIS HISTORIC NIGHT!! WELCOME TO SATURDAY NIGHT RESURGENCE!! WE ARE LIVE FROM THE SECU ARENA IN MARYLAND, BROADCASTING ON THE FOX SPORTS 2 NETWORK… AND OH MAN!! WHAT A NIGHT THIS PROMISES TO BE!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL WEEK FOR THIS, RICH!! I HAVEN’T SLEPT!! I’M SO EXCITED, MY HANDS ARE SHAKING… LOOK!!
(James Peters pushes his shaking hands right into the face of Rich Russillo, almost knocking his headset off. Russillo shoots him a dirty look)
Rich Russillo: I can see them, James! Put them down! Jesus. But folks, despite my partner’s inability to control himself, nothing he said was wrong. This promises to be an unforgettable night!
James Peters: AND LET’S NOT WASTE ANY MORE TIME!!
(“To The Max” by DJ Khaled hits to cheers as Talib Bari makes his way up the ramp slapping hands with fans and hyping up the crowd)
Rich Russillo: REVOLT’s resident promoter is here, the man himself, Talib Bari! He’s been making his rounds all across the country doing press runs and helping increase the overall awareness of this company and it has certainly paid off so far. From what I hear he’s been granted the opportunity to make a big announcement tonight!
(Bari enters the ring taking it in from the excited crowd as his music fades off before he begins speaking)
Crowd: TALIB BARI! *clap clap clap clap*
Talib Bari: Another one.
Crowd: TALIB BARI! *clap clap clap clap*
Talib Bari: Another one.
Crowd: TALIB BARI! *clap clap clap clap*
(It continues on for a few more moments before Talib finally starts speaking again)
Talib Bari: They didn’t want us to be right here right now. They didn’t want a REVOLT to happen. They didn’t want Fox to give us a television deal. But guess what we did? We didn’t listen to “they”. We did pushed forward, we made the industry take notice of us, and now we’re finally here tonight in this very moment, a moment that is a culmination of everything we worked so hard for. I been traveling around state to state, city to city and I must say, the one thing that’s been consistent has been the love from the fans.
(The crowd cheers)
Talib Bari: That’s right, you guys made this happen, we’d be nothing without you. From spreading the word, to sharing content on social media, to appearing at our events, we owe it all to you and that’s why we vow to give you nothing less than the greatest show you’ve ever seen in your life! I’ve been given the reigns to make things happen on not only Resurgence, but Rebellion as well, and I came to the conclusion that I don’t wanna just do a repeat of what ya’ll are all used to seeing from every other company, the same boring faces and the same boring concepts… so why not shake the table?
James Peters: What do you think he has in mind?
Talib Bari: So in this crazy but somehow genius brain of mine I was brainstorming, thinking of ways to go about setting up the highest caliber of matches you could possibly think of and I figured, why not find out who the best of the best truly is by giving literally everybody a shot at gold? So I went to the biggest division there was, the Welterweight division, and I decided to put together a nice little tournament for the division, where the winner of that tournament will become the first ever Welterweight Champion! We’re gonna have ourselves a series that not even the NBA playoffs can top! Four rounds including the finals, and the first round which includes eight matches, all of which will take place on Rebellion and Resurgence next week. As far as the matchups go? Well the bracket will be released on Fight Grid later tonight. But wait, what about the other divisions Bari?
(Talib Bari rubs his chin as if he’s thinking before finally talking again)
Talib Bari: Oh yeah thats right! The Middleweight division ain’t no slouch either, it got so hectic we had to cut it in half and it’s still hectic! So hectic that I almost wanna put the competitors in a hectic situation to determine who the first champion will be. You know what, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I decided that in order to determine who will be facing off for the Middleweight Championship, we’re going to pair up two competitors from the division and put them in a four way tag team match. The winner? Well the winners of the match face their partner for the championship at a later date. Basically you’ll have to rely on and trust a man who is your potential opponent for that championship to display teamwork in order to get in that position.
Talib Bari: That’s it for now, can’t give too much away all at once, you wanna know wassup with the other divisions? Catch me on Rebellion tomorrow at 8PM EST on Fox Sports 1. Good luck to all competitors involved and remember, don’t ever play yourself.
(“To The Max” picks back up as Talib Bari hypes up the crowd and leaves the ring going around shaking fans hands and taking selfies with the fans in the crowd)
James Peters: Big announcements from REVOLT’s loud but efficient promoter, if this is what we can look forward to from him on a regular basis then it’s safe to say that a lot of interesting scenarios will be set up in the future.
(Camera cuts to commercial)
(A Rebellion preview airs — LIVE TOMORROW NIGHT. 8PM EST ON FOX SPORTS 1)
(Camera pans to the ring where Montell wit da Hoodie and Corbin Richards are already seen in the ring, looking up at the ramp)
Bella Braxton: The following is a six-way elimination match! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 264 pounds… BADASSSSS KEVINNNNNNN!!!!!
(“Bad Motherfucker” by MGK ft Kid Rock blares over the speakers as Kevin walks down the ramp to a loud but mixed reaction from the crowd)
James Peters: What a match upcoming between six hot young upstars. Kevin’s one of my favorites in this match.
Rich Russillo: He looks the part.
(Smoke covers the ramp and stage as “Cut the Cord” by Shinedown hits. Out of the smoke appears The Outlaw Liam, walking down the ramp and setting his sights on his foes in the ring to a smattering of boos and cheers from the crowd)
Bella Braxton: From Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 225 pounds… THE OUTLAW LIAM!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Liam could very well come away with this. He’s got that impressive size and a unique skillset.
(“Jerusalem” by Sir William Blake hits as Reginald Dampshaw walks down the ring accompanied by manager Crichton to a chorus of boos from the crowd)
Bella Braxton: From Ryde, Isle of Wight, England, weighing in at 225 pounds… REGINALDDDDD DAMPSHAWWW!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Reginald Dampshaw is a guy who isn’t afraid to butt heads with anyone. Don’t be surprised when he delivers.
(“Run Rabbit Run” by The Hoosiers hits as Desmond Sutcliffe cockily walks down to the ring, receiving deafening boos from the audience)
Bella Braxton: From London, England, weighing in at 234 pounds… DESMONDDDD SUTCLIFFEE!!!!
James Peters: Now this is my wild card in this match up. Sutcliffe could show out or it could be show over for him. We don’t really know. I’m excited to see how it unfolds.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: This six-way challenge is underway, and boy do we have a doozie for you all folks watching tonight! Pairs of twos in this six-man challenge have already begun teeing off on each other as the bell sounds. Reginald Dampshaw and Montelle pummeling each other, one forearm after the other, up against the turnbuckles! Desmond Sutcliffe and Corbin Richards in a hockey fight! The Outlaw Liam and Badass Kevin coming at each other with a plethora of slaps and kicks, with none of these six men willing to give an inch to their opponents! It’s truly a spectacle. Outlaw Liam has now gained the upper-hand on Kevin, connecting with multiple boot stomps to the midsection while Kevin is backed up against the turnbuckles. And now Liam with a vicious clothesline sends Kevin over the ropes from the corner – but Liam’s momentum pulled him over as well! He’s taking no prisoners thus far, nobody in this star-studded match is!
James Peters: Liam and Kevin are now brawling on the outside, Liam gaining position atop the chest of Kevin and firing repeated closed-fist blows to the head of Kevin! The referee has too many combatants to pay attention to, it’s going completely unnoticed!
Rich Russillo: What a brute. The savagery is palpable here tonight, folks.
James Peters: Reginald Dampshaw finally gains the edge on Montell in the ring, connecting with a picture-perfect bridging Fisherman’s Suplex! THE PIN!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!
James Peters: But a kickout by Montell foils the early offense of the promising upstart Reginald Dampshaw. Reginald, undeterred by the kickout, continues pounding away at the forehead of Montell with vicious forearms! Reginald is a scrapper and you can tell he’s trying to bust Montell open right here and etch his mark in the very fabric of Revolt!
Rich Russillo: Personally, I’d rather he make his mark with pure wrestling ability. The brutality of these wrestlers can quickly turn the ring into a horror. Not exactly a sight for sore eyes!
James Peters: Whatever the case, in an act of defiance, Montell is pushing himself back to his feet, tugging on the ring ropes to bring himself up despite Reginald Dampshaw continuing to pummel away at his head! Montell seems almost impervious to every attack being delivered by Dampshaw, and he’s back up to his feet! The two are now exchanging blows! Dampshaw is trying to fend Montell off, but to no avail as Montell comes charging forward with a punishing clothesline that absolutely FLOORS Reginald Dampshaw as he’s ground into the canvas! Unfortunately for Montell, that assault consumed about all the energy he had, as he collapses to the canvas right after Dampshaw!
Rich Russillo: Don’t forget about what Desmond Sutcliffe and Corbin Richards are doing to each other!
James Peters: How could I? Corbin Richards has Sutcliffe subdued with a violent stiff knee to the sternum, now irish whipping him off the ropes and catching him on the rebound as he attempts a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker – NO! Sutcliffe athletically maneuvers out of the backbreaker before Corbin was able to execute, and he’s now right behind him, darting off the ropes right as Richards turns around for a clothesline – but Richards quickly reacts, sidestepping the clothesline and sweeping Sutcliffe right off his feet with a a hard kick to the back of the legs of Desmond Sutcliffe!
James Peters: Sutcliffe with the immediate rise to his feet after being taken down by Corbin Richards, and Corbin just grins as the two men share a nod of respect with one another!
Rich Russillo: First the guys in this match are tearing each other apart and trying to create bloodshed. Now they’re giving each other gestures of respect!
James Peters: You know, different strokes for different folks. Not everybody is going to be the same, Russillo.
Rich Russillo: I just want some consistency!
James Peters: Be that as it may, Sutcliffe and Richards are back to squaring up with one another, tying up in the middle of the ring as Liam and Kevin continue to brawl on the outside and Montell and Dampshaw stay laid out in their corners. Sutcliffe breaks the tie-up with a headbutt to the jaw of Richards! Corbin staggers back! Sutcliffe’s got ’em dizzy! And now Corbin groggily stumbles forward, BUT ONLY TO BE MET BY A LOW BLOW! THE REFEREE WAS TOO PREOCCUPIED WITH LIAM AND KEVIN ON THE OUTSIDE TO NOTICE! AND SUTCLIFFE FOLLOWS IT UP WITH THE DEAD END STREET! THE FULL NELSON FACEBUSTER CONNECTS AND SUTCLIFFE HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
James Peters: Corbin Richards has been eliminated!
Rich Russillo: The first one to go. That’s never something you want to hang your hat on, but how he responds to this adversity will dictate the kind of career he has here in Revolt. He’s got the talent but Sutcliffe took advantage of an opportunity right there, even if he didn’t do it in the cleanest way!
James Peters: Desmond Sutcliffe now breaking out the big ones, as he eyes toward The Outlaw Liam and Badass Kevin who are STILL duking it out on the outside, darting through the middle rope with all the speeze of a gazelle and wiping the two men out with a devastating suicide dive! Sutcliffe, Liam, and Kevin are now all laid out on the outside whilst Dampshaw and Montell are now back to their feet in the ring!
Rich Russillo: Sutcliffe looked like he was shot out of a canon right there. That’s a move you won’t be seeing often from him – risking it all to make his mark early and set the tone for future excellence.
James Peters: Dampshaw and Montell are now going at it, each competitor trading punches to the face, with Dampshaw quickly gaining an upper-hand on Montell as he pushes him back up against the ropes, now whipping him off the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a knee to the gut! Dampshaw forces Montell back up to his feet, not letting him catch his breath at all, positioning him for something – oh, my god! What’s he going to do? THE FAMILY NAME! MONTELL IS POWERLESS TO STOP DAMPSHAW AS REGINALD CONNECTS WITH AN ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING OSAKA STREET CUTTER! DAMPSHAW HOOKS THE LEG!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
James Peters: Montell has been eliminated!
Rich Russillo: Just seems like Montell and Corbin showed up ill-prepared for this match tonight, maybe a little more so the former than the latter. They’re going to have to take a long hard look at the men in the mirror and question what led to this.
James Peters: Sutcliffe on the outside has taken both The Outlaw Liam and Kevin up by their heads, forcing them back inside the squared circle! Sutcliffe is a guy who probably thrives more inside the ring than on the outside, so this has got to be a wise call for him despite expanding his arsenal a little bit there with that suicide dive.
James Peters: What’s this? As soon as Sutcliffe re-enters the ring after throwing Kevin and Liam back in, Reginald Dampshaw takes his turn at Sutcliffe, connecting with a running knee to the jaw of Desmond Sutcliffe! Sutcliffe is laid out after that knee to the jaw, but he has Kevin and Liam to deal with, both of whom are quickly rising to their feet ready for their next battle! THEY’RE UP! Dampshaw, Kevin, and Liam all now staring at one another wondering which they should take to the task first. Sutcliffe is laid out in the corner – AND THEY ALL CONVERGE ON EACH OTHER! These three fighters are beating the hell out of each other, lefts and rights flying everywhere, a lot of these haymakers aren’t hitting anything but air but the ones that are connecting, let me tell you, they’re absorbing an incredible level of punishment. That’s dedication to your craft that you’ll only find here in Revolt!
Rich Russillo: Dedication, or craziness. It’s in the eye of the beholder.
James Peters: Both Kevin and Liam are now ganging up on Reginald Dampshaw, each of them hooking a arm of the back of his head, taking him up! THEY’RE HOISTING HIM HIGH IN THE AIR FOR WHAT APPEARS TO BE A DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX! 4, 5, 6 SECONDS! HE’S STILL UP IN THE AIR! 9, 10, 11, 12… AND THEY FINALLY TAKE HIM DOWN, ALL OF THAT BLOOD RUSHING TO THE HEAD OF DAMPSHAW, AND HE’S DEFINITELY GOING TO FEEL THAT ONE TOMORROW, RUSSILLO!
Rich Russillo: He’s going to be thinking about that one, for sure.
James Peters: Kevin and Liam now stare at each other face to face after disposing of a common enemy in Reginald Dampshaw. It appears like both men are going to go on the attack, but they now set their sights on Desmond Sutcliffe, whose head is still down in the corner after taking that nasty knee to the jaw! Both Kevin and Liam pull Desmond Sutcliffe back up to his feet – and all of a sudden Sutcliffe has gained a second wind! He’s coming at Kevin and Liam, alternating between the both of them with those throat thrusts, trying to break their windpipes! Sutcliffe quickly springs off the ropes as he sends Kevin and Liam staggering back maybe just enough, flying foreward and connecting for a double forearm smash! The double flying forearm smash connects on Badass Kevin and Outlaw Liam!
Rich Russillo: Sutcliffe is now taunting the crowd after that double forearm smash. He’s saying “look at me” and, well, you can’t fault him. That was impressive.
James Peters: But not for long! Kevin and Liam are both rising back to their feet, and Sutcliffe is still only one man! Sutcliffe goes back on the offensive, kicking away at the back of Outlaw Liam! Sutcliffe’s got Liam dealt with, and now he turns his attention back to Badass Kevin – BUT KEVIN’S ALREADY UP, TO THE COMPLETE SHOCK OF DESMOND SUTCLIFFE! KEVIN HOISTS SUTCLIFFE IN THE AIR, THROWING HIM DOWN UP AGAINST THAT KNEE TO THE FACE – IT CONNECTS! STRAIGHT TO THE BANK! THE STRAIGHT TO THE BANK FIREMAN’S CARRY INTO THE KNEE! KEVIN FALLS OVER ON SUTCLIFFE FOR THE PIN!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
James Peters: Desmond Sutcliffe has been eliminated!
Rich Russillo: Sutcliffe got a second wind there after taking a knee to the head that could possibly have given him a concussion. You have to take your hat off to him, even if he’s going to be boiling over this match once his mind comes back to him.
James Peters: The match is down to three men: Reginald Dampshaw, whose manager Crichton Merriweather has patiently waited in the corner throughout this match, Badass Kevin who just notched the elimination of Sutcliffe, and The Outlaw Liam who is still down as a result of the punishment he took from Sutcliffe before Kevin hit him with the Straight to the Bank. Kevin is now going to be able to pick the carcasses of Reginald Dampshaw and Liam, both of whom are laid out right now! Kevin has Liam by the arm, trying to force him to his feet, but Liam out of nowhere with the quick roll-up!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… ANDDD!!
James Peters: Kickout by Kevin! Kevin is immediately up and in shock after the roll-up pin attempt by Outlaw Liam, Liam is up himself but clearly needed that pin as it was out of complete desperation! Kevin pulls Liam back up to his feet, but Liam with another second wind gets Kevin from behind with that waist lock! He’s near the turnbuckle and he’s going to go for his dreaded finisher! LIAM WITH THE FINISHING A DEED – THE GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE – BUT LIAM’S LEGS GAVE OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM RIGHT AS HE WAS ATTEMPTING THE MOVE! LIAM STAGGERS TO THE CORNER, SUCKING WIND, WHILE KEVIN MOVES FORWARD, PULLING LIAM BACK IN… BADASSERY! KEVIN HAS LIAM HIGH IN THE AIR AND HE CONNECTS WITH THE JACKHAMMER, FOLLOWED THROUGH WITH A HOOK OF THE LEG FOR THE PIN!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
James Peters: Outlaw Liam has been eliminated! But what’s this? Reginald Dampshaw’s manager Crichton Merriweather is complaining about something to the referee. He’s now climbed up atop the ring apron and is yelling in the face of the referee! The crowd is hot about this, they’re calling for Kevin to come over there and ring Crichton’s bell! And it looks like Kevin is going to do exactly that! Crichton looks over at Kevin meekly and he can only wonder what he’s just gotten himself into. Kevin’s mouthing a few words, and Crichton spits in the face of Badass Kevin! KEVIN WITH A CLOTHESLINE SENDING CRICHTON FLYING OFF THE ROPES! WOW! Kevin now turns around and tries to wipe the spit out of his eyes…
James Peters: BUT DAMPSHAW, PLAYING POSSUM, RISES TO HIS FEET AND MEETS KEVIN WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE, FURTHER OBSCURING KEVIN’S VISION, FOLLOWED BY THE FAMILY NAME! THE OSAKA STREET CUTTER CONNECTS! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! REGINALD DAMPSHAW’S MANAGER MAY HAVE JUST GIVEN HIM THE VICTORY! DAMPSHAW HOOKS THE LEG!
Rich Russillo: NOT THIS WAY!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Jerusalem” by Sir William Blake hits as Dampshaw’s hand is raised by the ref before he attends to his manager Crichton on the outside, taking him back up the ramp to deafening boos from the frustrated capacity crowd)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this six-way match by pinfall… REGINALDDDD DAMPSHAWWWW!!!!!!
James Peters: Damn it! Dampshaw escpaes with a victory off the heels of his manager interfering and distracting Badass Kevin. Revolting!
Rich Russillo: I see what you did there…
James Peters: I wasn’t trying to do anything. Dampshaw’s got the victory tonight but he’s going to have to think about what he did tonight.
Rich Russillo: I’m sure Dampshaw won’t feel bad about taking home the W!
(Camera fades backstage to Allen Livingston standing by with a mic in hand)
Allen Livingston: Wassup REVOLT faithful! I’m standing by right now with a lady who is going to make history tonight as she competes in the first ever REVOLT main event match, how does it feel knowing that?
(The crowd cheers in anticipation of it being Aria Jaxon, only for those cheers to quickly turn into boos as Sienna Jade appears on the screen with a smirk on her face)
Sienna Jade: Awww it looks like they didn’t get the memo, so before I answer your question Allen, let me explain some things. What you’ve all been used to seeing over the past few years has been nothing short of mediocrity. For too long has there been such a drought in women’s wrestling that we’ve had to settle for females who in all reality are nothing more than the least smelling pile of dog shit out of the bunch, and no longer will we have to resort to such lows ever again. My opponent tonight is a prime example, a woman who has gotten by off of looks and charm and has consistently found herself in the right place at the right time. Fortunately for her, she never had to deal with anybody of my caliber to expose her for what she truly is, and that is a loser. When you think about the face of women’s wrestling in this industry, you think Aria Jaxon. It has gotten to the point where Aria Jaxon is now considered the norm, but what does REVOLT say about norms? We break the norms. I’m a REVOLT original, and quite frankly I’m the first lady of this company so contrary to what Aria may think, she isn’t walking into a place where she’s used to being the face in. She’s walking into uncharted territory, MY backyard. So if she thinks she’s going to waltz herself into another division and take that over then well, I can guarantee she’s in for a rude awakening.
Sienna Jade: To answer your question, how does it feel knowing I made history? Well everything I do is historic so what’s new? I expected nothing less, just like I expect nothing less than to capture the Freeweight Championship. The real question is why WOULDN’T I be in tonight’s main event, or any other night’s main event for that matter? REVOLT knows where their bread is buttered, which is why the utmost faith was placed upon me to become the face of this company.
Allen Livingston: I notice you mentioned the Freeweight Championship, your eyes are already on the pri-
Sienna Jade: That’s right. And capturing it will be easier than anything I’ve ever done up to this point, guaranteed! I mean just look at my competition, we have Ms Extreme who hasn’t wrestled in 10 years, the literal red headed stepchild of her wannabe Kardashian family who everyone forgot existed because she’s been locked in a basement somewhere while her sisters made names for themselves, that’s my competition? We have the edgelord herself Mallory Lockhart, or should I say Malice who’s only redeeming attribute is the younger sister she keeps around, that’s my competition? Yikes and speaking of edgelords, we have Madison Kaline who is basically a slightly upgraded Malice, that’s my competition? Nina Sanada is already somebody who’s tasted the bottom of my boot, that’s my competition? But even though these girls aren’t my competition, I’d MUCH rather share the spotlight with them than the “QUEEN” herself, a person who’s main priority isn’t even REVOLT, a person who frankly came here for one reason, and that was to stroke her ego by being put on another pedestal, which she’ll quickly be knocked off of. She needs a reality check, that’s why it’s a good thing she’s facing me on her first night here because she needs to understand what the pecking order will be around here, and it’s me at the top. Aria Jaxon will finally get to say she’s made history, because she’ll go down remembered as the first person to ever be a live upfront witness to my Road to Stardom, it starts tonight.
(Sienna Jade gives Allen a wink and skips off as the camera fades to black)
(Commercial break)
(Red Bull advertisement airs featuring James Peters)
(Resurgence comes back from commercial as it pans throughout the entire SECU Arena. The camera focuses on Richard Russillo and James Peters.)
James Peters: WELCOME BACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TO SATURDAY NIGHT RESURGENCE! I am absolutely honored to commentate during such a monumental first month of REVOLT! Pro Combat. Thank you to the owner, Mike Silver for giving me this grand opportunity.
Rich Russillo: Oh god, why don’t you just swallow his cock whole already? I got this gig because Silver over there saw that the only way to make his show number one is by having good ol’ Rich on the mic. Silver should be thanking ME for this opportunity.
James Peters: To each their own, Rich, but I’m going to steer the conversation elsewhere as we focus on the next bout that we will be seeing on this already action-packed show!
(The camera once again shows the hundreds of fans are on their feet as Bella Braxton takes center stage.)
Bella Braxton: The following tag team match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
(“Infestation” by ENDUR sounds around the arena, which sends the crowd into a mixed reaction of boos and cheers as Andrei Sokolova walks out onto the lit stage. He stares around at the crowd as a small smirk begins to form on the face. Andrei roars loudly to the crowd and begins to walk down to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, hailing from Doncaster, England… Weighing in at 245 pounds… He is the Agent of Chaos… AAAAAANDREI SO KO LOOOOOOVAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
James Peters: First up in this tag team match is Andre Sokolova, a self-proclaimed Messiah of your mind, Rich.
(Sokolova reaches the apron of the ring, he shakes his head slightly and climbs up onto the apron, before slowly entering the ring.)
Rich Russillo: If that senile fella came into my mind he’d be traumatized.
(The song fades as “Thank God I’m Not You” by the Himalayas begins to blare throughout the arena. Sinister Ace comes through the curtains walking through spotlight circles on the stage each disappearing and stops at the last spotlight. Standing on the stage with his hands stretched side to side, he begins to walk down the ramp with arrogance as he shows that he doesn’t care about what the crowd thinks.)
Bella Braxton: And his partner… residing in Newark, New Jersey… Weighing in at 285 pounds… The Sinful Saint… SINISTER AAAAAAAAACEEEEEEEE!!!
James Peters: Quite the controversial man we have in our hands tonight, Rich. Him and The Revenant, Michael Bishop, had a heated back and forth altercation that has left me on the edge of my seat! His manager sure did have a lot to say about The Revenant.
(Sinister Ace gets to ringside and climbs the apron as wipes his feet and enters the ring. He then stands in the middle of the ring with his hands stretched side to side. He backs off to his corner and begins to speak with Andrei as he awaits his opponents.)
Rich Russillo: Feast your eyes on this grand man, James. He is someone who I would personally consider a threat in this matchup. A threat that can leave every man who will enter the ring on their asses, begging for mercy as the TWO-TIME GOLDEN GLOVE BOXING CHAMPION has his way with them. What a man!
(“Kill Your Masters” by Run The Jewels begins to play as Shackleford stops at the beginning of the ramp. He looks around at the raging audience as he begins to get pumped up. He begins to make his way down the ramp and into the ring.)
Bella Braxton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS… First, hailing from Fratton, Portsmouth… Weighing in at 240 pounds… SHAAAAACKLEFOOOOOOOOOORD!!!
James Peters: Even though this is the first time these men have met in the REVOLT! ring, they are quite familiar with one another in past promotions.
Rich Russillo: You can certainly cut the tension with a knife. The way Andrei and Sinister Ace are staring down Shackleford is daunting. I’d be shaking in my boots if I was him.
(“The slowly lights dim as “For Whom The Bell Tolls” plays as The Revenant walks out, accompanied by several security guards, armed in patrol gear. They line up at the entrance as he walks out, then proceeds to follow it two rows down the ramp as he makes his way. As he reaches the bottom, they break off, as The Revenant climbs up the side, into the ring.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS PARTNER… Hailing from Chicago, Illinois… Weighing in at 241 pounds… THE REEEEVEEENAAAAANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: This man never fails to impress me with his intimidating entrance. Wouldn’t you feel the slightest bit nervous if you saw this man coming at you with THAT many security guards?
Rich Russillo: Oh screw that. I said it before and I’ll say it again – real men don’t need that many security guards! Be a man, Bishop! If I don’t see you drinking 40’s at 8AM on a Tuesday then don’t even talk to me!
(Bishop and Sinister Ace meet in the middle of the ring as the referee begins to desperately pull them apart. Shackleford begins to flip off Andrei as the referee demands them to go to their respective corners.)
James Peters: Looks like the referee has finally gotten ahold of the situation and everything has been back in order. The referee takes a second but calls for the bell!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And so we begin! In the ring is Bishop and Sinister Ace.
Rich Russillo: Bishop? What are you his best friend now? Call him The Revenant, Peters. You unprofessional swine.
James Peters: Fine – The Revenant looks quite pleased as he sees he will face off against the man who used to be his stablemate back in the old days. The Revenant gets into stance as he begins to charge towards Ace … but Ace tags in Andrei at the last second!
Rich Russillo: It appears as if Sinister Ace wants to make The Revenant wait until they finally get their hands on one another! The crowd is not happy as Sinister Ace begins to roll his eyes and taunt the crowd by showing that he certainly does not care about anything they have to say.
James Peters: Andrei looked a bit shocked but wasted no time to get in the ring. The moment Andrei goes under the rope he charges! THE TWO FORMER MMA FIGHTERS ARE GOING AT IT LIKE WILD ANIMALS! All of this pent-up frustration is certainly being let out tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Here we are seeing a mixture of forearms and boxing punches – mostly coming from The Revenant may I add. The Revenant takes control as he gives a very stiff knee to the midsection of Andrei.
Rich Russillo: The crowd just gasped. God, you can see the wind blown out of him the moment Rev’s kneecap met with Andrei’s ribcage. It appears as if he’s struggling to breathe – that’s how hard the impact was, devastating.
James Peters: The Revenant grabs Andrei by the shoulders and THROWS him onto his team’s corner. Rev slaps his hand on Shackleford’s shoulder, tagging him in.
Rich Russillo: Look at the smug look on Shackleford’s face, disgusting! He is taunting the crowd as he stares down at a beaten Andrei. How can the audience get behind this neanderthal!? ARE YOU ALL MENTAL?
James Peters: Shackleford begins to run towards Andrei AND HITS HIM WITH A SICKENING HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE! You can just see Andrei’s body collapse as Shackleford begins to grow some momentum. Shackleford is now walking towards Sinister Ace, talking smack as Ace demands Shackleford to face him like a man. SHACKLEFORD JUST FLIPPED ACE OFF! TWO HANDS! CENTIMETERS AWAY FROM ACE’S FACE!
Rich Russillo: HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO THE TWO TIME GOLDEN GLOVE BOXING CHAMPION?! DOES HE NOT KNOW WHO HE IS DEALING WITH?!
James Peters: Shackleford is laughing as he puts his focus back on Andrei. Shackleford is preparing to charge towards Andrei but instead runs into the turnbuckle as Andrei escapes at the very last second! AND ANDREI GIVES A STRONG ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO SHACKLEFORD! A BIG KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Andrei isn’t done yet! He wraps his arms around the body of Shackleford and… A PUMPHANDLE NECKBREAKER! GOOD GOD, HE ALMOST SNAPPED SHACKLEFORD’S NECK IN HALF! Andrei goes for the cover!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!…
Rich Russillo: A KICKOUT BY SHACKLEFORD! See, Shackleford! That’s what ya get when you get too cocky you sumbitch!
James Peters: Alright, calm down Rich! I don’t want to be the one who has to drag your body backstage if Shackleford hears you, okay? Anyway, back to the match – Both Andrei and Shackleford are on their feet. Shackleford looks visibly affected by that devastating neckbreaker as he’s lightly grazing his fingers on his temple. Andrei immediately grabs Shackleford and positions him for a vertical suplex… AND HE LIFTS HIM UP! WAIT – NO! SHACKLEFORD REFUSES TO GO UP! OH GOD, TIGER BOMB! SHACKLEFORD JUST HIT ANDREI WITH THE TIGER BOMB! SHACKLEFORD GOES FOR THE PIN!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… NO!!
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! THAT WAS SO CLOSE! A BIT TOO CLOSE! COME ON, REF!
James Peters: Shackleford is shocked! He can’t believe Andrei managed to kick out of that powerful move! Shackleford isn’t wasting any time as he stands up and towers over Andrei’s body. Shackleford is getting pumped as the crowd is backing him up… Shackleford grabs Andrei’s legs AND HE APPLIES THE 657! THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF THAT’S BOUND TO BREAK ANDREI’S BACK ANY SECOND IF THIS CONTINUES! THE CROWD IS CHANTING FOR ANDREI TO TAP BUT ANDREI ISN’T GIVING IN! ANDREI IS EXTENDING HIS FREE LEFT HAND, DESPERATELY TRYING TO GO TOWARDS A RING ROPE. HE REACHES TO THE LEFT! NOTHING. HE REACHES TO THE RIGHT! NOTHING! OH GOD, HE’S POSITIONING HIS HAND… IS HE GOING TO DO IT? IS HE?
Rich Russillo: WAIT, SINISTER ACE JUST CAME INTO THE RING! THE REVENANT NOTICES AND HE ALSO GOES INTO THE RING! THE REF DOESN’T KNOW WHERE TO START BUT HE BEGINS TO YELL AT THE REV TO BACK TO HIS CORNER!
James Peters: SINISTER ACE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY AND HITS SHACKLEFORD WITH THE SUPERMAN PUNCH! THE SUPERMAN PUNCH! THE HOLD IS BROKEN! SHACKLEFORD FALLS AS ACE GOES BACK TO HIS CORNER QUICKLY!
Rich Russillo: THAT’S MY MAN, PETERS! The Revenant is pleading with the ref at what he just saw but the ref didn’t see it! He continues the match! Both Shackleford and Andrei are in the middle of the ring… Slowly crawling to their designated partner. Which will make it first?! Inch by inch each is getting closer!
James Peters :ANDREI JUST TAGGED IN SINISTER ACE! WAIT, NO! DON’T DO IT! SINISTER ACE JOLTS INTO THE RING AND GRABS SHACKLEFORD BY HIS FEET AND DRAGS HIM INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! THE REVENANT IS DEVASTATED! HE’S STANDING ON THE BOTTOM ROPE IN HOPES OF BEING TAGGED IN BUT TO NO AVAIL!
Rich Russillo: That’s why you gotta hit the gym more buddy, gotta get in that cardio!
James Peters: Ace picks Shackleford up and kicks Shackleford in the midsection which brings Shackleford to a crouching position. IMMEDIATELY, SINISTER ACE HITS SHACKLEFORD WITH A SNAP DDT! Shackleford lays on the ring floor grasping his head as Sinister Ace jumps to his feet and is circling around him with smoke coming out of his ears!
Rich Russillo: OH HE’S PISSED! AND HE’S IN THE MOMENT RIGHT NOW!
James Peters: Sinister Ace is looking back at The Revenant as he puts Shackleford into a chokehold. After a few seconds, Ace lets go of the hold as he stands and begins to stomp on the back of Shackleford, again, staring back at the Rev who is exchanging words with the Knockout Artist.
Rich Russillo: HEY, EDITORS, DON’T BLEEP THE WORDS OUT! SINISTER ACE IS TALKING FACTS.
James Peters: Sinister Ace and The Revenant are face to face right now BUT THAT QUICKLY ENDS AS THE SLY SHACKLEFORD GOES FOR A SMALL PACKAGE COVER!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!
James Peters: KICK O U T !!!! SHACKLEFORD GETS TO HIS FEET FIRST AS HE HITS A SHINING WIZARD TO THE SEATED SINISTER ACE! GOOD LORD! WHAT A KNEE! You could hear that impact from miles away! It appears as if the move was the last bit of energy Shackleford had left in his body as he is also on the ring floor, attempting to catch his breath. Sinister Ace is attempting to recuperate as Shackleford is slowly crawling to the Rev’s corner… EVERYONE IS STANDING ON THEIR FEET! COME ON SHACKLEFORD, YOU GOT THIS!
Rich Russillo: SHACKLEFORD TAKES A LEAP… AND TAG! THE TAG HAS BEEN MADE! THE REVENANT IS THE LEGAL MAN IN THIS MATCHUP!
James Peters: THE REVENANT COMES IN AND SINISTER ACE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES AS HE RISES TO HIS FEET!! THESE TWO MEN HAVE BEEN DYING TO GET THEIR HANDS ON ONE ANOTHER AND FINALLY THE TIME HAS COME!! THE REVENANT IS CHARGING TOWARDS SINISTER ACE AND HITS HIM WITH A SPEAR FROM THE GET-GO!
Rich Russillo: HE ALMOST CUT SINISTER ACE IN HALF!
James Peters: Rev’s about to cover Sinister Ace but the veteran immediately rolls out of the ring! He’s grabbing his midsection as he walks around and the Revenant follows! Rev also slides out of the ring and is sizing Sinister Ace up… OUT OF NOWHERE SINISTER ACE GRABS THE REVENANT’S ARM AND FLINGS HIM TOWARDS THE STEEL STEPS! NO, REVERSAL! THE REVENANT MANAGES TO SLING ACE ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! AND IT CONNECTS! The crowd just GASPED! The referee is beginning to count these two who are out of the ring!
Referee: ONE!! TWO!!!
James Peters: The Revenant grabs Sinister Ace and lifts him to his feet…
Referee: THREEE… FOUR!!! FIVE!!!!!
James Peters: BUT WAIT! HERE COMES ANDREI FROM THE RING APRON! HE LEAPS AND HITS THE REVENANT WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE! ANDREI ACTS QUICKLY AND HITS REV WITH THE CHAOS CONTROL! THE CROSS RHODES HAS BEEN IMPLEMENTED AND IT HAS LEFT THE TWO COMPETITORS ON THE GROUND!
Referee: SIX!!…
James Peters: I DON’T THINK SHACKLEFORD LIKES BEING LEFT OUT OF THE PARTY! HE’S RUNNING TOWARDS THE TURNBUCKLE AND QUICKLY CLIMBS TO THE TOP… DIVING ELBOW DROP ON ANDREI! THE LEAP OF FAITH HAS DEFINITELY PAID OFF MY FRIENDS! MY GOD! ALL THESE MEN ARE SCATTERED BEFORE US RIGHT NOW.
Referee: SEVEN….
James Peters: Shackleford quickly stands and acknowledged the cheering fans! He quickly slides into the ring as he extends his hands and eggs on the crowd. He quickly notices that he is the only man in the ring and the Revenant is nowhere to be found! He slides back down and searches for his tag team partner!
Referee: EIGHT..
James Peters: The Rev is on his feet and is towering over Andrei outside of the ring! He is preparing Andrei for THE CONFESSION! But here comes Shackleford telling him to get into the ring! The count is almost up!
Rich Russillo: HE’S NOT EVEN THE LEGAL MAN, REV!
James Peters: Sinister Ace comes out of nowhere and pushes The Revenant off as he comes to the aide to his fellow tag team partner! He and Andrei begin to walk towards their respective corner…
Referee: NINE……
Rich Russillo: THE COUNT IS UP! BOTH TEAMS ARE DISQUALIFIED!
James Peters: NO! THE REVENANT SLIDES IN AT THE VERY LAST MILLISECOND! AND SO DOES ANDREI AND ACE!
Rich Russillo: BOTH TEAMS ARE SAFE! That was a serious close one!
James Peters: Both men quickly charge towards each other BUT SINISTER ACE HITS THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Sinister Ace is going to go for the cover but… Rich, do you hear that?
Rich Russillo: Its Andrei! He’s calling out for Ace! He’s… he’s asking for the tag? He is! He wants to get the win under his belt but Ace appears baffled. Ace walks towards Andrei and things look like they’re going to be quite confrontational.
James Peters: Andrei is DEMANDING for the tag and Sinister Ace is NOT budging.
Sinister Ace: You want to go at it? Fine, knock yourself out.
James Peters: And Ace just shoved Andrei resulting in a tag! Ace goes on the ring apron as Andrei switches places. Andrei is now THREATENING Ace for touching him! This bickering needs to sto—- HERE COMES THE REVENANT! THE EXECUTIONER ON ANDREI! IT CONNECTS! THE PIN!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!…
Rich Russillo: ACE IS TAKEN DOWN FROM THE APRON AS HE WAS DRAGGED BY HIS FEET FROM SHACKLEFORD. WHO IS BLOCKING ACE FROM CAUSING A BREAK!
Referee: THREEEE!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“For Whom the Bell Tolls” picks up where it left off as The Revenant and Shackleford raise to their feet and celebrate. Andrei rolls out of the ring as Sinister Ace is throwing stuff around of the ring out of anger.)
Bella Braxton: AND HERE ARE YOUR WINNER’S VIA PINFALL… SHACKLEFORD AND THEEEE REVENAAAANNT!!
Rich Russillo: This is not how this match was supposed to end! BULLSH*T!
James Peters: What a valiant effort from all members of this tag team match, however, the lack of communication between Sinister Ace and Andrei Sokolova got the best of them as Rev and Shackleford took advantage. It’s clear that this war is far from over, folks…
(The camera’s focus once more on a gleeful Revenant and Shackleford as the camera fades backstage to Finnegan Wakefield in an empty locker room, sitting on a bench taping his wrists up as he hears a knock on the door)
Finnegan Wakefield: Come in.
(The door slowly gets pushed open by an umbrella as Maximus Grier suddenly walks in to the surprise of Finnegan)
Finnegan Wakefield: Oh it’s you.
Maximus Grier: Indeed it is, you don’t sound too excited to see the man who’s going to get you your first victory here in REVOLT tonight, what’s the deal?
Finnegan Wakefield: I know you and I know your practices. I don’t have much to say to you, just be out there tonight and have my back in our match that I’M going to win for us, and then we go our separate ways.
Maximus Grier: Well you see, I’ve actually had my eyes on you and thought that you could possibly be someone of interest. I see the potential in you Finnegan, despite the fact that we’re in the same division competing for the same goal, I think you would make a great addition to Maximus Inc. We can help take one another to the next level, there wouldn’t be a soul in this company prepared to stop us, what do you think?
Finnegan Wakefield: Thanks for the offer but the answer’s no. I came here alone, and I’ll leave here alone as a star and a champion. I don’t need your representation to reach any of my goals. Like I said before, all I need from you is to play your part in our match, nothing more nothing less.
Maximus Grier: Understandable. *Maximus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card and hands it to Finnegan*
Maximus Grier: I understand that making such a big career decision on the fly isn’t an ideal situation so perhaps you need some time to sit on this and think it through. So here’s my card. Use it as you please, hopefully we’ll be in touch.
(Maximus pats Finnegan on the shoulder as Finnegan brushes it off, Maximus gives him a smile and a nod as he walks off)
(Commercial break)
(Camera fades back to the ring)
(“This Could Be Anywhere In The World” by Alexisonfire hits as Madison Kaline makes her way through the curtains with mixed reactions)
Bella Braxton: This match is set for one fall! And introducing first from Tampa Bay, Florida and weighing in at 120 POUNDS… MADISONNNNN KALLLLINNNNEEEE!!!
James Peters: Here we go, Russillo! Madison Kaline, a veteran of this community has made her way down the ramp!
(“The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson hits as Malice walks down the ramp wearing a hockey mask and with her sister, Layla kindly talking to the fans)
Bella Braxton: And her opponent, from Parts Unknown and weighing in at 127 POUNDS… MAAAAAALLLLLLLIIIIICCCCCEEEEE!!
Rich Russillo: The ever so weird siblings of Malice and Layla are definitely something to watch for. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for these two.
James Peters: This will certainly be an entertaining match, and Layla seems like a very genuine supporter of her sister, Malice as she pulls that hockey mask off in the center of the ring. Madison doesn’t look too pleased as this match is just about to be underway!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And we’re just now getting started as Madison and Malice stare at each-other before Malice CHARGES at Madison for the first attack! But Madison with her veteran-like instinct hits a drop-kick right into the face of Malice!
Rich Russillo: I guess Malice didn’t see that one coming from the calm demeanor that Madison has approached in this match. Layla is on the outside cheering on for her sister.
James Peters: Malice picks herself right back up and CHARGES AGAIN! AND ONCE AGAIN MADISON WITH ANOTHER DROP-KICK KNOCKING MALICE OUTSIDE THE RING!
Rich Russillo: What powerful strength that Madison possesses in those drop-kicks as Layla comes over to check up on her sister… But wait.. Malice doesn’t look too pleased as she brushes off Layla and re-enters the ring slowly.
James Peters: Malice is taking her time now as Madison is countering everything that she’s trying to bring to the table. SHE SPRINTS AGAIN FOR A CLOTHESLINE! BUT MADISON DUCKS AS MALICE TURNS AROUND! KICK TO THE GROIN FROM MADISON! AND DDT! SHE PLANTS MALICE WITH A DDT AND THE FIRST COVER OF THIS MATCH!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… NO!! A KICK OUT BY MALICE!!
Rich Russillo: Close call there almost for Malice… Madison is definitely in control of this match, her sister has to be concerned!
James Peters: I’m sure Malice will have to adjust something as Madison pulls Malice up by her hair and goes for another DDT! BUT MALICE REVERSES! She pushes Madison off into the ring ropes and leaps up for a high knee that connects! Madison drops to the mat!
Rich Russillo: Malice has a smirk on her face, James.. I don’t know about this, it looks like that’s all Malice needed to take over this match.
James Peters: Now Madison is down and Malice hurries back on offense with kicks to the stomach to Madison! She’s stomping on all cylinders and isn’t letting up while Layla is on the outside cheering her on.
Rich Russillo: Boy, I tell ya.. What a weird family.
James Peters: And now Malice grabs Madison back up for a quick uppercut! Madison stumbles back into the ring turnbuckles and Malice CHARGES AND HITS A CLOTHESLINE THAT KNOCKS MADISON BACK DOWN ON THE MAT! HERE’S ANOTHER COVER!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… BUT A KICK OUT BY MADISON!
Rich Russillo: It’s going to take more than that to defeat Madison, who like we said earlier, currently is a veteran to this industry. Malice will need to try harder in order to put Madison away.
James Peters: I think she just heard you, Rich as Malice pulls Madison back on her feet and goes for a SNAP SUPLEX! BUT IT’S COUNTERED AS MADISON PUSHES MALICE OFF AND THEN GRABS MALICE FOR A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND SHE HITS IT!
Rich Russillo: What a comeback move by Madison! This match could definitely go either way at this point!
James Peters: Look at Layla on the outside, she’s going over near Madison while she’s by the ring ropes. Madison slowly gets up and stares down at Layla on the outside!
Rich Russillo: Layla is innocent! She’s not going to do anything… Madison better pay close attention to Malice!
James Peters: I think you’re right, Russillo because Malice quickly punches Madison into the back of her skull! And now she’s hammering more shots while Madison blindly gets taken down.
Rich Russillo: Madison has to be careful in these situations but that might have been a smart move by Layla to distract Madison without even involving herself.
James Peters: And now Malice whips Madison into the turnbuckle for another clothesline that connects! Madison is feeling a bit wobbly as Malice grabs her for a powerbomb!! AND LIFTS MADISON ON HER SHOULDERS BUT WAIT! MADISON IS FIGHTING BACK! SHE’S PUNCHING MALICE RIGHT ON TOP OF HER FOREHEAD! MALICE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO DROP MADISON!
Rich Russillo: Quick thinking by Madison! She had no choice…
James Peters: AND NOW MADISON WITH A SPEAR!!! A SPEAR CONNECTS!! AND MALICE IS OUT!
Rich Russillo: HUGE MOVE BY MADISON! I THINK THIS MATCH IS ABOUT DONE AFTER THAT ONE!
James Peters: But Madison isn’t done as she drags Malice into position for a high-flying maneuver!
Rich Russillo: What does Madison think she’s doing?
James Peters: She’s feeling a bit suicidal, Rich as she goes up the turnbuckles for a diving elbow!! She leaps off but NO! Malice moves out of the way at the last minute and Madison comes down crashing hard on the canvas!
Rich Russillo: Ouch! I know that had to hurt for Madison, she thought everything was done for but Malice with some great awareness!
James Peters: Layla is on the outside clapping for her sister’s great vision as Malice pulls herself up in position to end this match! She’s waiting for Madison to get back up for the “System Shocker:”
Rich Russillo: Madison better turn around slowly because once that superkick lands, this one might end quick.
James Peters: AND MADISON TURNS AROUND! ANNDDD SYSTEM SHOCKER CONNECTS! SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF MADISON!! MALICE GOES FOR THE COVER!
Referee: ONE! TWO! BUT NOOO!!! MADISON KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE!
Rich Russillo: WOW! I certainly thought Malice had it! And Layla looks a bit concerned now for her sister. I think she’s telling her to end it now.
James Peters: This might be a smart move because Madison is still recovering from that hard kick to her jaw. Malice is going in for a CurbStomp! BUT MADISON OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A UPPERCUT THAT KNOCKS MALICE BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Rich Russillo: Smart thinking by Madison, she needs more time to recover…
James Peters: Madison CHARGES back at Malice! MALICE DODGES HER CAUSING MADISON TO BOUNCE OFF THE TURNBUCKLES! AND MADISON TURNS AROUND INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION! MALICE HAS HER UP IN THE AIR! AND DROPS HER ONTO THE MAT! THIS IS IT, RICH! MALICE HAS IT! LAYLA IS CELEBRATING OUTSIDE THE RING FOR HER SISTER!
Rich Russillo: WOW MALICE HAS DEFINITELY SHOWED US SOMETHING HERE TONIGHT!
James Peters: BUT MALICE ISN’T DONE! SHE’S HEADING UP THE TOP TURNBUCKLE FOR WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE…
Rich Russillo: THE PHOENIX SPLASH!!!
James Peters: FROM THE ASHES!!! SHE LANDS RIG—NOO!! MADISON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST MINUTE!
Rich Russillo: NOOOO!!! NOT MALICE!
James Peters: AND NOW MADISON SPRINGS BACK UP AND SHE HAS THE EYE OF THE TIGER, RICH! SHE’S GOING FOR A SPEAR! SHE SPRINTS AT MALICE AS SHE MAKES HER WAY BACK UP!
Rich Russillo: HERE IT COMES!
James Peters: MALICE DODGES OUT OF THE WAY AND MADISON GOES THROUGH THE TURNBUCKLES! SHE BOUNCES OFF HOLDING HER CHEST AS MALICE GRABS HER AND SWINGS MADISON INTO THE ROPES!
Rich Russillo: SHE’S GOING FOR THE RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!
James Peters: BUT MADISON DUCKS UNDER AND BOUNCES OFF THE RING ROPES HERSELF AND AFTERLIFE CONNECTS!!! AFTERLIFE CONNECTS!!! MADISON JUST KO’D MALICE WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!
Rich Russillo: WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS HERE, JAMES!
James Peters: AND HERE GOES THE COVER!!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… MADISONNNNN KAAAALLLLLINNNNEEEEE!!!
(“This Could Be Anywhere in the World” plays as Madison Kaline rises to her feet and begins to celebrate her victory. Layla slides into the ring to check on her sister.)
James Peters: And Madison Kaline picks up the win!
Rich Russillo: A good back and forth contest there, and I’ll tell you what… those ladies in our main event have quite a lot of work to do if they wanna surpass this.
James Peters: Folks, don’t go anywhere!
James Peters: Coming up a little later tonight we have Carter Harris taking on one half of the Blicky Boyz, Malcolm Jones and I’ve just received word that The Blicky Boyz are pulling into the parking area right now! Our colleague Sofia Clarke is back there trying to get a word with them…
(The camera pans to the parking lot area where the scene is quiet, then suddenly a fleet of foreign luxury cars pull up where a bunch of men get out with shirts that say “Joneset” on them, Malcolm Jones then steps out of an all red Rolls Royce Phantom as he’s approached by Sofia Clarke)
Sofia: Malcolm! Malcolm! We wanted to welcome you to REVOLT and get some words from you before your big debut here, do you have any time?
MJ: I always got time for you ma, whats good?
Sofia: What are your thoughts going into tonight’s matchup against the newcomer Carter Harris?
MJ: Same thoughts I have for every matchup, show no mercy, go out there and win, secure the bag. Simple as that. Carter is a dude who not a lot of people know much about, but tonight ima make him famous.
Sofia: Last time we saw you, you basically looked to be a shoe-in as the future of a different company, what made you decide to go in a different direction and come to REVOLT?
MJ: I came to REVOLT because we had the same vision, to push the culture forward, to create a new wave, to shake the table, period. I haven’t been doing this wrestling thing for a long time but one thing I do know is that complacency and stagnancy leads to no growth. I’m all about growth, because the more the business grows, the more my wallet grows, and at the end of the day that’s all it’s about. Besides, how could I say no to signing with a company that has somebody as beautiful as you?
Sofia (blushing): Well thank you, I really appreciate that. What are your long term plans here?
MJ: Simple, to make money, put on for my city, and win championships. Emphasis on the “s” at the end, it’s plural.
Sofia: So you plan on dropping and adding weight to do so?
MJ: I mean yeah in the future I’ll enter different weight divisions but that’s not what I mean. You don’t get it sis, I plan on holding them championships at the same time. And maybe you’re thinking “how?”. Well it’s simple, win the Light Heavyweight Championship, and then win the Tag Team Championships. Wait hold on one second.
(A vibrating phone is heard as MJ goes into his pocket and takes a phone out and begins talking on it)
MJ: Yerrrrr. What’s poppin? Oh you here? Say less, meet me in the lot. (MJ hangs up and diverts his attention back to Sofia). Where were we? Oh yeah that’s right, the tag titles. It’s kinda ironic we was just talking about that, because I just got a call from my partner that he just pulled up to the arena.
(“GUMMO” by Tekashi69 can be heard playing out of a vehicle that is a distance away, it gets louder as the vehicle approaches and gets closer, suddenly the vehicle which can finally be identified as a pink Range Rover pulls up to the scene as Big Mike steps out of the driver side door and opens the passenger door, and Chris Elite comes out of the car and they both embrace MJ and his crew with daps)
Chris: What’s good my gu- holeeee up who’s shawty tho? (Chris tilts his sunglasses to get a better look at Sofia)
MJ: She works for REVOLT breh, thats wifey tho :whoa:
Chris: Nah b ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none. (Chris extends his hand to Sofia for a handshake, as he then gently pulls her hand up and kisses it)
Chris: It’s a pleasure to be greeted by such beauty my first day here in REVOLT. What’s ya name?
Sofia: My name is Sofia.
Chris: Sofia Elite, it got a nice lil ring to it what you think Malc?
MJ: I think you might be off too much henny. Okay but forreal tho, let’s get back to business. If you haven’t figured it out by now, Big Bloody Bhris and The Balmain Badass have formed Voltron on you bum ass ni- (Chris covers MJ’s mouth with his hand before he can finish speaking)
Chris: Me and Malc have decided to team up, and not only take over our respective divisions…. but the Tag Team division as well. There ain’t a soul on this earth that’s gonna stop us from achieving our mission. Never in the history of this business has a team this saucy been assembled. Two New York City GIANTS. From two of the illest boroughs at that, Harlem’s finest and Brooklyn’s chosen one, we plan on becoming double champions and we plan on doing that sooner than later. When I came to this company I was approached with the idea of teaming with him, I knew him from before, we have a lot in common and he’s prolly one of the only dudes on this roster I can relate to, so it’s basically a no brainer to take over this company alongside him and fuse Elite Country with The Joneset.
MJ: With that being said, Welterweight, Light Heavyweight, and Tag Team divisions, consider yourself to be officially put on notice by the Blicky Boyz. We out.
(The entourage begins to walk away making their way into the arena, lead by MJ and Chris as the camera fades to black)
(Commercial break)
(Camera fades to the ring)
(“Arms of Sorrow” by Killswitch Engage hits as PROJECT: BLOOD hit the stage. Christopher Orion and Kirk Matthews confidently smirk at the crowd before they continue their way down the ramp)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring first… at a combined weight of 424 pounds… CHRISTOPHER ORION AND KIRK MATTHEWS… PROJECT: BLOOD!!
James Peters: And here’s something I’ve been excited for Rich, K–
Rich Russillo: Is there anything you haven’t been excited for tonight?
James Peters: Well… no, but really! This is going to be our first taste of tag team wrestling here in REVOLT! We know that we’re going to have REVOLT! Tag Team Champions at some point and this team right here with a victory tonight, could stake their claim for being the first!
(“Long Live the Chief’ by Jidenna hits as Maximus Grier approaches the stage. He makes his way down the ramp)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents, first from Sacramento, California… weighing in at 190 pounds… MAAAAAXXXXIIIIMMMMMMUSSSSSS GRRRRIIIIIIERRRRRRR!!
(Grier stops right before the ring. “Morning Glory” by Oasis hits as Finnegan Wakefield joins his partner at ringside. They both give a nod and enter the ring as PROJECT: BLOOD roll out)
Bella Braxton: And his partner, from Sacramento, California… weighing in at 181 pounds… FINNNNNEEEGGGANNNN WAAAAAKKKKEEEEEFFFFFIIIIELLLLLLDDDDD!!
Rich Russillo: Or, it could be these guys. Or it could be the Blicky Boyz, or some team that hasn’t signed up yet… OR any two randoms just thrown together in the back…
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: Well I don’t know about that, Rich. Grier and Wakefield aren’t a legitimate team, this is just a one time deal… they both have singles careers that they wanna persue! Grier and Orion start this off… ORION RUSHES AT GRIER… LOOKING FOR A CLOTHESLINE BUT IT’S DUCKED BY GRIER!! GRIER GRABS A HOLD OF ORION’S ARM AND FORCES HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS… OH AND LOOK!! GRIER LOOKING FOR THE BLACK SWAN LOCK… AND HE’S GOT IT!! HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!! KIRK MATTHEWS RUSHES INTO THE RING… BUT HE’S TOO LATE!! ORION IMMEDIATELY TAPS OUT!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Long Live the Chief” hits as Maximus Grier releases the hold. Kirk Matthews hangs his head in the corner and Finnegan Wakefield looks on from his own corner, astonished)
Bella Braxton: Here are your winners… MAAAAXXXXIIIMMMUSSSS GRRRIIIERRRR AND FINNNEEEGGANNNN WAAAKKKKKEEEEFFFIIIIELLLLD!!
James Peters: Wha… WHAT WAS THAT?!
Rich Russillo: So much for PROJECT: BLOOD making an impact tonight! An absolute shambolic performance… and you know what, I don’t care if they’re not a real team… I was onto something, Peters! If they want it, Maximus Grier and Finnegan Wakefield have a serious shot at being our first tag team champions!
(Grier and Wakefield exchange looks as the camera fades out)
(Highlights from the Terminal 5 shows are aired)
(Camera fades to Reginald Dampshaw after his victory in a back room that has been redecorated with royal decor, several well people can be seen sitting at a table being served food by butlers, with RD3 and his assistant Crichtron Merriweather at the front in the two biggest chairs that resemble a throne.)
Crichton Merriweather: Master Reginald, it has been brought to my attention that several competitors under this company’s umbrella are all under the guise that they in fact are at the top of the social class in this company.
Reginald Dampshaw: (scoffing) Good heavens don’t make me gag Sir Merriweather, who are such ignorant individuals anyways?
Crichton Merriweather: Well you see, they’re actually a team consisting of Alistair Kingsley and Charles Dawson Wenthington. These men call themselves “The Wall Street Journal”. There’s also an individual by the name of Maximus Grier who thinks that his business endeavors put him at the top of the list.
Reginald Dampshaw: Quite interesting indeed. But I am aware of these competitors and I know about their bloody business practices. I am still the one true toff in this company, these are men who have recently experienced wealth, I was born and bred into wealth. My family comes from several generations of royalty and exquisiteness dating back to the 1800s. The reality is that everyone in this roster are nothing more than Joe Bloggs compared to me. My status remains untouched. But I must say, I am intrigued sir.
Crichton Merriweather: Elaborate please master.
Reginald Dampshaw: It’s simple, these men may not actually be on the same hierarchy as myself, but they certainly carry themselves like they do. I should be upset, but the ancestors are telling me that this may be a great opportunity. Perhaps I should pay these likeminded individuals a visit one day and start a dialogue.
Crichton Merriweather: That sounds like a great idea, if you need any assistance in making this happen, I’ll be at your service.
Reginald Dampshaw: Indeed. Here’s to a successful future here in REVOLT.
Rest of the room: To success!
(Reginald Dampshaw raises his glass with his pinky up as the rest of the room does the same in a toast and they take a sip)
(Camera fades to the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
(“Paradise” by Big Sean hits as Malcolm Jones, adorned in his “The Wave” ring gear walks out of the curtain to thunderous cheers from the audience)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Harlem, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds… MALCOLMMMMMMM JONESSSS!!!!!!
James Peters: Malcolm is a guy that we know can go. He’s a guy that is going to stabilize Revolt with his performance inside the ring and his animated personality outside of it.
Rich Russillo: He’s quickly going to gain the respect of these fans. Just by hearing him, many want to root for the guy.
(“Nowdays” by Lil Skies featuring Landon Cube blares over the speakers, with purple and pink lights surrounding the ramp that Carter Harris then walks down, all the while shrugging off the voluminous boos he hears from the audience)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 213 pounds… “PRETTY BOY” CARTERRRRR HARRIS!!!!
Rich Russillo: “Pretty Boy” Carter Harris is a guy who could have a great future ahead of him. He looks to show why he’s such a well-regarded prospect vs. Malcolm Jones here tonight.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: This hotly anticipated match is underway! Both Malcolm Jones and Carter Harris are taking their sweet time to open this bout up, neither one particularly eager to lock up. Carter fakes like he wants to tie up before backing off of MJ, something the crowd responds to with thunderous boos as he stares at them grinning.
Rich Russillo: He’s not giving them what they want. He’s showing them what they want.
James Peters: But as Carter Harris is taunting the crowd, MJ charges in and he ain’t playing that game, it seems! He knees Carter in the gut, connecting with repeated knife-edged chops to the chest of Carter Harris. Harris is backed up against the ropes, and an Irish whip from Malcolm Jones, now meeting Harris in the middle of the ring for a clothesline – but Harris weaves his way under the clothesline and darts off the ropes on the other end, grabbing the ropes with each hand to stabilize himself. He’s staying there as MJ turns around and charges toward the ropes where Carter Harris is. Carter with the savvy move to use both hands to tug on the ropes and send MJ flying over! But wait, the athletic MJ managed to regain his balance despite flying over the ropes, managing to get a hand on those ropes and stay atop the ring apron. Harris has no idea as he turns around and is met by a headbutt to the midsection from Malcolm Jones!
Rich Russillo: MJ outwitting him right there.
James Peters: MJ springboards and leaps all the way over Carter Harris, grabbing him by the legs on the follow-through and connecting with the springboard sunset flip, following through into a quick cover!
Ref: ONEEE!!.. TWOOO!!…
James Peters: Kickout by Carter Harris! Both Harris and MJ are quickly back to their feet, MJ grabbing Harris by the back of the head, but a quick thumb to the eye by Carter Harris! That thumb to the eye obscures MJ’s vision as he staggers back and clutches at his eyes. Harris now charges forward and connects with a chop block to the back of MJ’s legs, sending him flying off of his head as MJ now clutches for his legs!
James Peters: Carter showing his mettle here. Carter Harris is now grounding himself, trying to apply some sort of submission — THE LAST BREATH! Carter Harris has that Anaconda Vise submission he calls the “Last Breath” firmly locked in, and MJ is trying to squirm his way out of, inching toward the ropes, and he’s forcing the struggling Carter over along with him! MJ has his arm over the ropes, but Carter’s refusing to break the Last Breath!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
James Peters: Harris finally breaks the submission maneuver. Afterward he’s warned by the referee who is no doubt telling him about the tight rope he was walking there, risking a possible disqualification to inflict punishment on Malcolm Jones. Malcolm slowly makes his way back to his feet, but not before Carter Harris once again connects with a chop block to the back of MJ’s legs! Carter Harris is trying to make Malcolm Jones immobile in this matchup. He’s trying to take his feet out from under him and make MJ, whose athleticism is highly touted by wrestling experts across the globe, one-dimensional! A veteran gameplan from the new Revolt wrestler Carter Harris.
Rich Russillo: Dirty tactics, but it’s giving him the upper-hand and ultimately that’s what matters. I don’t like it, but it’s the way it works.
James Peters: Carter Harris now makes his way out of the ring and onto the ring apron. Carter is sizing up MJ and waiting for him to make his way to his feet. He’s planning something for sure. MJ is up and turns around – SPRINGBOARD! A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY BY CARTER HARRIS CONNECTS AND HE FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH THE PIN – NO! NO! WAIT! MJ TURNS CARTER HARRIS OVER, REVERSING THE CROSSBODY AND NOW HAS HIM IN THE PINNING PREDICAMENT!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… ANN–
James Peters: Kickout! That was a REALLY close near-fall right there. Carter Harris is fortunate to have kicked out of that. I have to say, I’m somewhat baffled Carter would go for a high-risk maneuver like that after initially deploying an expert level gameplan by taking out MJ’s legs.
Rich Russillo: You live and you learn. Harris is going to remember this and take it with him in the future.
James Peters: After the pinfall, MJ won’t let Carter Harris get back up to his feet! Harris had the energy, but MJ with several closed-fist punches to the face of Carter Harris! Harris has made MJ angry and now he’s feeling the brunt of that decision. The referee warns MJ about a disqualification, finally getting him to break off of Carter Harris. MJ puts his hands up and regains his composure as he steps away from Carter for a moment. MJ now walks over to Harris again, smacking him in the face and trying to grab him up by the neck – BUT CARTER HARRIS WITH THE SMALL PACKAGE PIN!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!…
James Peters: Kickout from MJ! MJ is immediately up and he can’t believe he was almost pinned by Carter Harris, connecting with a kick to the sternum of Carter Harris before he’s able to rise to his feet. MJ wastes no time setting his sights on the top rope — he’s climbing up them and thinking airborne as Carter is positioned perfectly in the center of the ring! MJ’s all the way to the top rope and he has his gazers locked on the target that is Harris. He leaps! THE RE-UP! MJ WITH A BEAUTIFUL DIVING LEG DROP, BUT CARTER HARRIS ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT, AND MJ CATCHES NOTHING BUT MAT! EXCELLENT INSTINCTS BY CARTER HARRIS!
Rich Russillo: Gotta say I’m impressed with Harris. It’s not just the punishment that he can inflict but the ring awareness that he’s demonstrated. I’m keeping my eye on him.
James Peters: Carter Harris is immediately up to his feet while MJ is laid out favoring his calves. MJ’s slowly making his way back to his feet, he’s about half of the way up, and now Harris shoots from the other side of the ring like a missile, going for the Assassination! The running bicycle knee!
James Peters: BUT MJ MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! HARRIS IS STILL UP, TURNS AROUND, AND MJ’S TRYING TO APPLY THAT DEVASTATING COCAINA CLUTCH! MJ HAS HIM IN EXCELLENT POSITION FOR THE COCAINA CLUTCH, HE’S ABOUT TO APPLY IT, CARTER HARRIS IS STRUGGLING… HARRIS WITH A DESPERATION ELBOW TO THE MIDSECTION OF MJ! HARRIS GETS OUT OF THE COCAINA CLUTCH BEFORE IT’S FULLY APPLIED, AND MJ NEEDS A MOMENT TO RECUPERATE! THAT’S A MOMENT HARRIS ISN’T LETTING HIM HAVE AS HE KICKS MJ IN THE GROIN, SETTING HIM UP… PRETTY BOY STUNNER! NO! MJ MANAGES TO REVERSE AND PUSH CARTER HARRIS OFF THE ROPES, CATCHING HARRIS ON THE REBOUND WITH A KICK TO THE GROIN, LOCKING HIM IN PERFECT POSITION FOR THE L-TRAIN! THE INNOVATED FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER! AND IT CONNECTS! IT CONNECTS! MJ HOOKS THE LEGS OF HARRIS FOR THE COVER!
Rich Russillo: And that’s gotta be all she wrote!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Paradise” by Big Sean hits as the referee raises up MJ’s hand. MJ respectfully looks down at the laid-out Carter Harris for a brief moment before rolling out of the ring and walking back up the ramp)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner…. MALCOLMMMMMM JONESSSS!!
James Peters: Carter Harris threw the kitchen sink at Malcolm Jones, but MJ escapes with the victory tonight. Both of these men did a fantastic job. You didn’t know who was going to win up until the very end.
Rich Russillo: It was truly anybody’s ballgame. A few things go different and it would be Carter Harris walking back up the ramp staring at a fallen MJ. But MJ did enough tonight and that’s what matters.
(Commercial break)
(Camera fades back to James Peters and Rich Russillo)
Rich Russillo: Tonight we have a marquee matchup in the Heavyweight Division as Hurricane Hawk takes on a debuting Ivar Akselsen. Two distinctively different men with different backgrounds, yet with the same goal. Here’s a side by side look into the two men and a preview of what’s to come!
(A split screen is shown of a young Hurricane Hawk capturing multiple championships and winning matches, with current day Hurricane Hawk sitting down in a REVOLT studio talking to a producer as the current day screen becomes the full screen)
Producer: There’s detractors out there who think those days are long behind you.
Hurricane Hawk: Those detractors are correct, but not in the way they’d like to be. Those days are long behind me because I’m not looking back, I’m looking forward to what the future here brings. I plan on making this company my playground just as I’ve done several companies in the past. I didn’t get here off of living off of past glory. I got here because REVOLT knows what I can bring to the table on this very day, and I plan to show that during my time here.
(The screen cuts to a fuzzy picture as it comes back on to another split screen of Ivar Akselsen in his home of Gudvangen, Aurland, Norway where he can be seen in a village alongside several other people, the other screen shows Ivar sitting in a REVOLT studio for an interview)
Ivar Akselsen: My home, my people, it’s what drives me. I wouldn’t have gotten this far and made it to this stage had it not been for what the people back in my village motivated and pushed me to achieve. I owe it all to them, that’s why I cannot let them down on Resurgence, it’s not an option. When I left my town, I told them that the next time they saw me, I’d be bringing back gold and I plan to stick to that promise. I’m a vessel of hope for all the young boys and girls that there is infact a light at the end of the tunnel.
(Screen goes back to Hurricane Hawk)
Hurricane Hawk: Words for my opponent? What’s his name again? Ivar Alka-Seltzer or some shit? Look, I hear you’re doing this for your people back home and that’s a great heart warming story, but perhaps you should have lobbied for a different opponent to give them a good first impression. I have absolutely no sympathy for you, or your hometown, all I ever cared about was winning and the fame that came with it, that’s my motivation…. not some hut somewhere in Tenbucktwo.
(Screen goes back to Ivar Akselsen)
Ivar Akselsen: What do I think about Hurricane Hawk? Hurricane Hawk is a name that has been tainted, and he sees this company as a way to change the perception of him, but going against me will only hurt those aspirations. He is a very decorated competitor, he’s accomplished more than most, but those accomplishments were all a long time ago. He certainly won’t be accomplishing any gold with me in the division. I understand that his good friend Ronn Banks has a vested interest in seeing his former golden child reascend to the mountains, but perhaps he should understand that maybe he wasn’t golden after all, because gold doesn’t rust.
(Screen goes back to Hurricane Hawk)
Hurricane Hawk: He’ll probably mention the cliche about my career or say that I’m washed up. It’s cute but it’s also tiring and predictable because that’s all anyone can say. My question is, what will they say when I start dominating the Heavyweight Division and win the championship? Ronn handed it to me? He wasn’t in the ring with me kicking your ass. I can’t say anything about a career that barely exists and never accomplished shit in the first place so it’s really easy to talk from the sideline, get in the game though.
(Screen goes back to Ivar Akselsen)
Ivar Akselsen: He prides himself on being a legend killer, but the only legend that he’s ever killed has been his own. It’s the sad reality, but my people back home perhaps need to see this, and see the once legendary Hawk in action so they can know how NOT to end up.
(Screen goes back to Hurricane Hawk)
Hurricane Hawk: I started in this business at the age of 20, I accomplished all I ever wanted to and I fell back to reap the fruits of my labor but for some reason falling BACK was mistaken for falling OFF. Here I am still in my 20s, and I am very much still the future of this business, I’m going to show that tonight, The Legend Killa is back!
(The screen turns into a split screen of both Hawk and Ivar in their respective interviews)
Ivar: Norway, this is for you!
Hawk: It’s time.
(A few seconds go by before “No Regrets” by Pusha T hits as Hurricane Hawk walks down to the ring being serenaded by boos from the audience, a smattering of cheers mixed in from the hipster segment of the crowd)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 240 pounds… “THE LEGEND KILLA” HURRICANEEEEE HAWKKKKKKK!!!!!
James Peters: Hawk’s been on the “Who to watch” list since Revolt started. He’s trying to make a mark tonight and he may have the perfect opportunity to do just that.
(“Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin hits as Ivar Akselsen confidently walks down to the ring, never breaking eye contact with Hurricane Hawk along the way. The crowd is unsure what to make of him)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Gudvangen, Aurland, Norway, weighing in at 265 pounds… “THE KONUNGAR” IVARRRRR AKSELSEN!!!!
Rich Russillo: What I like about both of these men is their stature. This is a heavyweight fight by two wrestlers with incredible physiques who were born to do this.
James Peters: It’s gonna be interesting to see who topples over the other…
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: The bell sounds and this match has begun. Hurricane Hawk quickly charges forward going for the Lou Thesz press, but Ivar puts a stop to that with a knee to the gut. Ivar then positions Hawk for a gutwrench backbreaker, and it connects! Ivar then violently forces Hawk back up to his feet, and he’s gong for that Rite of Passage! The snap double underhook DDT! But Hawk stealthily manages to roll out of it despite still feeling the damage of that gutwrench backbreaker, setting Ivar up on the reversal for a Sidewalk Slam! NO! Ivar puts all of his dead weight on Hawk and Hawk is unable to lift him! Ivar gets back on his feet and now he and Hurricane Hawk are exchanging punches, one after the other, before finally Hawk gains the upper-hand, connecting with a flurry of punches before distancing himself from Ivar for a moment, then charging forward and hitting an excellent elevated dropkick! Hawk sends Ivar crashing down to the mat with that elevated dropkick, but he’s not going for the pin. Hawk aggressively grabs Ivar by the side of his head, connecting with another two punches before forcing Ivar back up to his feet!
Rich Russillo: Both men have had about an even amount of offense thus far. These are the matchups you like to see. Lopsided affairs are boring.
James Peters: Hawk has Ivar up and he’s going for that hard Irish whip into the corner, putting all of his weight into it – it connects and it sends Ivar crashing down after going back-first against those turnbuckles! Hawk once again screams at Ivar, forcing him back to his feet and going for that inverted – but Ivar somehow twirls out of the attempted inverted backbreaker, springing off the ropes and connecting to the blindside of Hurricane Hawk for a shoulder block! Ivar is favoring his back after Hawk’s onslaught, but he’s showing unwavering determination here tonight. Hawk groggily manages to rise to his feet of his own power, but not before Ivar manages to apply a waistlock! Ivar has him in that waistlock which usually leads to some sort of suplex, but Hawk sends elbows flying to the back of Ivar — but Ivar dodges all of them, pushing through, hoisting Hawk up, and sending him down for the Odin’s Wrath! Bridging german suplex!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOOO!!…
James Peters: Kickout by Hurricane Hawk! Hawk showing his mettle and resiliency to not give in there after taking that punishment. He took a nasty fall but he’s a trooper that knows how to handle it. Ivar is frustrated that Hawk managed to kick out, rising to his feet and connecting with a myriad of mudhole stomps to the chest and midsection area of Hurricane Hawk!
Rich Russillo: Wow, you can see the reddening of Hawk’s chest…
James Peters: Ivar forces Hawk back up to his feet, taking him by the arm and Irish whipping him off the ropes, finding him on the rebound and going for that Ragnarok! The runing single leg dropkick – BUT NO! Hawk sidesteps the move, rolling out of the way, and Ivar’s momentum sends him crashing through the ropes and onto the outside mat! Hawk immediately looks to capitalize, rolling to the outside of the ring and exposing the mat. The outside ring mat is exposed! It’s nothing but concrete there. Hawk has wicked intentions on the mind and the crowd is hot for what they think he’s about to do. Hawk takes Ivar up… SNAP DDT! SNAP DDT ONTO THE EXPOSED CONCRETE ON THE OUTSIDE! MY GOD, IVAR COULD BE UNCONSCIOUS AFTER THAT! HAWK STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT, LOOKING AT THE CROWD AND NODDING!
Rich Russillo: Wow… Cruelty of another level by Hawk right there. Think about Ivar’s family!
James Peters: Hawk gets back up, forcing a seemingly unconscious Ivar back into the ring before going back into the ring himself, hooking the leg for the pinfall and it seems like that’s going to be it, barring a miracle…
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… ANDDDDDDDD!!
James Peters: WOW! A MIRACULOUS KICKOUT BY IVAR AKSELSEN! THE CROWD IS SHOCKED! IVAR TOOK A DDT ONTO THE EXPOSED CONCRETE OUTSIDE THE RING, AND SOMEHOW MANAGED TO KICK OUT! YOU CAN SEE A LITTLE BIT OF BLOOD TRICKLING FROM THE FOREHEAD OF IVAR!
Rich Russillo: Hawk is pissed. He expected that to end the match, but Ivar somehow manages to survive the adversity — for now, anyway.
James Peters: Hawk bangs his fist against the mat, slithering like a snake readying for his prey to be in the perfect position for him to target… Ivar may not even know where he is right now, let alone that Hawk has more punishment in store for him! Ivar on pure instinct alone is headed back to his feet, and he’s got that glazed-over look in his eyes. He may not even know his name right now! Ivar turns around as the salivating Hurricane Hawk gets up! LEGACY CUTTER! LEGACY CUTTER!
James Peters: NO! HAWK WAS GOING FOR THE LEGACY CUTTER BUT IVAR SOMEHOW MANAGED TO THROW HAWK OFF OF HIM, THROWING HIM BACK-FIRST ON THE MAT! WOW! I THOUGHT FOR SURE HAWK HAD THIS MATCH IN THE BAG, BUT IVAR’S CLEARLY GOT MORE IN THE TANK THAN ANY OF US COULD HAVE REASONABLY EXPECTED!
Rich Russillo: I’m in shock and awe of what I’m seeing. Ivar is a true talent.
James Peters: All that said, Ivar drops to one knee and tries to regain his composure. He’s breathing heavily and he’s clutching at his forehead, seeing his own blood on his hands – and it’s clearly driving him nuts as he forces Hurricane Hawk to rise to his feet. Hawk’s going to answer for his crimes!
Rich Russillo: Ivar is the judge, jury, and executioner right now!
James Peters: Ivar darts off the ropes and he connects on the follow-through with the Wild Hunt! That spear connects and it absolutely FLOORS Hurricane Hawk. Hawk could never have expected Ivar to mount this kind of counter-offense after he connected with the Snap DDT on the exposed concrete.
Rich Russillo: But look! Ivar doesn’t have the strength to cover Hawk. After landing on his head on the exposed concrete with that DDT, and on pure instinct alone managing this counterattack, it seems like Ivar has ran out of gas…
James Peters: No! He’s clawing, inching toward Hawk, doing everything in his power to get a shoulder over him… And after several moments, Ivar is there! The shoulder over Hawk!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!…
James Peters: KICKOUT BY HURRICANE HAWK! Wow! What a match between these two fierce competitors! Only on Revolt, folks! But Ivar is now completely gassed and he may not have the strength to rise back to his feet. That may have been Ivar’s last chance! Hawk is trying to leverage himself up using the nearby ropes, and he’s got it! Hawk is up, but he’s wobbly, he’s stumbling around and it’s clear he’s feeling the effects of that Wild Hunt by Ivar. Hawk doesn’t have much gas left in the tank. He has to wait for Ivar to get up because he isn’t able to lift him up himself!
Rich Russillo: It’s truly an example of how thin the margin of error is in matches like these…
James Peters: Ivar is VERY slowly making his way to feet, his eyes are still glazed over and he stumbles into the ring ropes on his way up, falling forward before making one final sprint toward Hawk for that running single leg front dropkick, the Ragnarok!
James Peters: HAWK SIDESTEPS THE RAGNAROK DROPKICK AGAIN – LEGACY CUTTER! LEGACY CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE AND HAWK COLLAPSES OVER IVAR AKSELSEN FOR THE COVER!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“No Regrets” by Pusha T hits as the referee raises Hawk’s arm in victory. The crowd gives both men an ovation before Hawk steps out of the ring wearing a smirk on his face. Nearby assistants come over to Ivar to give him medical attention, but he shrugs them away whilst still laid out)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… HURRICANEEEEE HAWK!!!!!
James Peters: What a win by Hurricane Hawk. But possibly even more memorable than that is Ivar Akselsen kicking out after taking a Snap DDT to the concrete after Hawk exposed the outside mat. That’s something that isn’t going to be forgotten for a long time.
Rich Russillo: I’ve rarely seen a guy struggle through adversity like Ivar just did it. He won himself some followers with his performance tonight and he has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He’s going to build from this and become something much greater.
(Commercial break)
(Camera fades to Bella Braxton inside the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall!
(“Shot From a Cannon” by Chevelle hits as Diamond Cage approaches the stage. He pops the collar on his leather jacket, getting a good reaction from the crowd before continuing down to the ring)
Bella Braxton: Approaching the ring first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada… weighing in at 205 pounds… DIIIIIAMMMMMONNNDDDD CAAAGGGEEEE!!
James Peters: This–
Rich Russillo: Wait, let me guess. This is something you’ve been looking forward to all night?
James Peters: WELL CAN YOU BLAME ME?!
(“Ambitions as a Rydah” by Tupac hits as TLA pulls up from the left side of the stage in a customized 1964 Chevrolet Impala. He honks the horn a few times and tests out the hydraulic system before exiting the vehicle and making his way to the ring)
Bella Braxton: From The Poon Palace in Miami, Florida… weighing in at 210 pounds… TEEE… ELLL… AYYY!!
James Peters: Three of the top wrestlers in this industry… WE GOT ALL THREE IN THIS MATCH?! You’re honestly gonna fault me for being excited about this one?!
(“Down and Out” by Camron feat. Kanye West hits as the crowd erupts. Chris Elite steps onto the stage feeling the energy from the crowd. He catches a glimpse of Bella Braxton in the ring and mouths to himself, “Goddamn she fine”)
Bella Braxton: And from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 210 pounds… CHHRRRIISSSSS ELLLLLIIIITTTTEEEEEE!!
Rich Russillo: Fine, I’ll give it to you this one time, because I’ve been looking forward to it all night too! Who wouldn’t?!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: AND LISTEN TO THIS CROWD RUSSILLO!! They know the level of competitors in this match and they’re giving them their full attention! All three men size each other up… AND CAGE MAKES THE FIRST MOVE!! GOING AFTER TLA WHO HAD HIS ATTENTION ON CHRIS ELITE!! FORCING HIM INTO THE CORNER AND BEGINNING TO UNLOAD WITH A FEW HARD RIGHT HANDS… DIAMOND CAGE FULL OF ENERGY EARLY ON IN THIS CONTEST… HE GRABS TLA BY THE ARM AND WHIPS HIM INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER… NOW COMES CHARGING… HE THROWS HIS BODY HIGH INTO THE AIR AND COMES CRASHING DOWN ONTO TLA WITH A SPLASH!!
Rich Russillo: And look at Chris Elite! Rolling out of the ring, letting Diamond Cage have his way with TLA! You know, Chris Elite is a veteran of this business. Many people may not realize that because only recently has he started to get his breaks but make no mistake about it… while he was lying in wait he picked up a few valuable things!
James Peters: TLA crawls over to the ropes, using them to get back to his feet… Diamond Cage looks to grab him but TLA throws a right hand of his own at Cage, catching him in the jaw! Cage staggered for a bit but quickly regains himself… not backing down as he goes to grab TLA again but TLA with a second shot, this one harder… TLA EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER… BUT CAGE LIFTS HIS FOOT UP AND PUSHES IT RIGHT INTO THE MID-SECTION, TLA GOES DOWN, HITTING THE CANVAS HARD AND GRABBING HIS RIBS COUGHING… AND OH LOOK OUT HERE!! DIAMOND CAGE RUNNING THROUGH THE ROPES… SUICIDE DIVE ONTO CHRIS… NO!! ELITE SIDESTEPPED AND CAGE GOES FLYING, CRASHING INTO THE BARRICADE… ELITE SEES HIS CHANCE… TLA SLOWLY GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET… ELITE SPINS HIM AROUND… THE ELITE CUTTER!! WE HAVE A COVER!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… NO TLA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!
Rich Russillo: TLA has been in a bad way since that bell rung, he needs to get into this one quick!
James Peters: Chris Elite gets TLA back to his feet… OH BUT A SLAP!! A SLAP FROM TLA, RIGHT TO THE FACE OF CHRIS ELITE… AND HE FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH THE CARTEL KICK!! CHRIS ELITE IS STAGGERED… IT DROPS HIM TO A KNEE… AND TLA FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A SECOND CARTEL KICK!! THAT BRINGS CHRIS ELITE DOWN… HE TRIES TO ROLL OUT OF THE RING BUT TLA GRABS HIM BY THE ARM… NOT ALLOWING THAT TO HAPPEN!! HE BRINGS HIM BACK TO HIS FEET… HE SWINGS HIS ARM UPWARDS AND CONNECTS WITH A VERY MEXICAN UPPERCUT!! AND ELITE COLLAPSES WITH HIS HEAD DRAPED ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE… AND RICH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS… TLA BACKS UP INTO THE ROPES AND COMES RUNNING… THE 305!! HOW THE HELL DID THIS JUST OCCUR?!
James Peters: CHRIS ELITE IS REELING… STRUGGLING TO MAKE IT BACK TO HIS FEET… AS TLA HEADS TO THE TOP ROPE, AWAITING ELITE TO MAKE IT BACK TO HIS FEET… TLA LEAPS OFF!!.. BUT CAGE!! CAGE SWATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK, IT CONNECTED PERFECTLY!! TLA LANDS HARD ON THE CANVAS, IS HEAD SNAPPING BACK AGAINST IT… HE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING… DIAMOND CAGE TURNS AROUND… ELITE WITH THE BOX OFFICE SMASH!!… NO!! CAGE CATCHES THE LEG!!… HE GRABS THE OTHER LEG OF CHRIS ELITE AND RAISES HIM UP INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION!!… HE RUNS AND TOSSES HIM INTO THE CORNER WITH A BUCKLE BOMB… ELITE HITS HARD AND GOES DOWN, DIAMOND CAGE DOWN… TLA DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!!
Rich Russillo: AND LISTEN TO THIS CROWD NOW, PETERS!! WHAT AN ABSOLUTE WILD START THIS HAS BEEN!! SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED IN SO LITTLE TIME AND IT’S TAKEN ALMOST EVERYTHING OUT OF THESE THREE MEN!! I’ll tell you what, this one isn’t going much longer! It can’t at this pace!
James Peters: Diamond Cage first to his feet, he’s been involved the least in this match but he took that awful hit against the barricade. We didn’t even stop to acknowledge it because we didn’t wanna miss any of the action but folks… as I’m sure you all saw on your screens… IT WAS BAD!! He was being attended to by medical personnel but refused any, who knows what problems he might have in his neck or spine. Elite follows to his feet… and now here’s TLA back into the ring! All three men back to their feet… Elite throws a forearm at Cage that connects, backing him up! TLA throws a right in the direction of Elite that grazes him in the jaw… Cage back in the mix now… ELITE GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE BUT CAGE DUCKS UNDER IT… BUT ELITE CONNECTS WITH TLA TAKING HIM DOWN!!… ELITE TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TOWARDS TLA… AND CAGE MEETS HIM WITH A BACKHAND… AND NOW A SECOND… THIRD… FOURTH!! HE LIKES TO CALL THIS THE DIAMOND SAINT SPECIAL!!…
Rich Russillo: LOOK AT ALL THESE BACKHANDS PETERS!! I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH HOW MANY HE’S THROWN!! HE JUST WON’T LET UP!!
James Peters: HE FINALLY LANDS HIS LAST ONE… NOW GRABBING ELITE BY THE WRIST… PULLING HIM IN AND GOOD GOD WHAT A LARIAT, NEARLY FLIPPING HIM INSIDE OUT!! BUT CAGE HAS A HOLD OF THAT ARM STILL… HE PULLS HIM BACK TO HIS FEET… PULLS HIM IN AGAIN… SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX!! HE BRIDGES THE PIN THIS MIGHT BE IT!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… OH!!
Rich Russillo: JESUS CHRIST!!
James Peters: 420!! 420!! BY TLA ON TOP OF CAGE WHO WAS BRIDGING THAT PIN… EVEN MORE DAMAGE BEING DEALT TO THAT SPINE!! TLA ROLLS OVER INTO A SEATED POSITION, HOLDING ONTO HIS RIBS AND KICKING THE CANVAS… NO DOUBT THAT DESPITE THE EFFECTIVENESS… HE FELT THAT ONE TOO!! BUT NOW HERE’S HIS CHANCE… HE GRABS CAGE AND PULLS HIM TO HIS FEET… HE KNEES HIM IN THE GUT… CAGE BENDS OVER… MEXICAN DESTROYER!! TLA CONNECTS WITH THE MEXICAN DESTROYER!! HE SHOOTS THE HALF AND COVERS BOTH LEGS OF CAGE FOR THE PIN, ELITE IS STILL DOWN!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Ambitionz az a Rydah” by Tupac hits as TLA slowly gets to his feet. A second referee rushes into the ring to check on Diamond Cage as Chris Elite looks on from the corner in obvious disappointment)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… TEEEEE… ELLL…. AYYYYYY!!
James Peters: That match was the EPITOME of welterweight action here in REVOLT! It was fast, it was hard hitting, high octane… a thrill ride from bell to bell, what a contest! Congratulations to TLA!
Rich Russillo: Diamond Cage is in bad shape here, he was dropped on hard a bunch of times in this match… the referee’s are out to check on him as he makes it back to his feet. He’s walking out on his own power here but still a very scary situation… if there are any updates on his condition we’ll update you throughout the night and the weekend on the REVOLT! Fight Grid.
James Peters: And folks, coming up next… it’s MAIN EVENT TIME!!
(A package highlighting Albert Hitchman’s arrival on Rebellion tomorrow is shown)
(Camera returns to the arena. It pans up the stage as ‘Resurge’ by Gone is Gone hits and Sienna Jade begins to make her way to the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring first, from San Diego, California… SIEEEENNNNNAAAAA JAAAADDDDDDEEEE!!
James Peters: And this is history folks, the first main event of Resurgence! The first televised main event in REVOLT! History! Sienna Jade and Aria Jaxon, two women who are certainly worthy of the honor.
(“Formation” by Beyonce hits as Aria Jaxon approaches the stage She–)
Rich Russillo: OH LOOK OUT HERE!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
James Peters: ARIA JAXON HAS BEEN ATTACKED!! AND RICH… SHE’S BEEN ATTACKED BY THE WOMEN OF REVOLT! THE ENTIRE FREEWEIGHT DIVISION IS OUT THERE! AND THEY’RE ALL LAYING INTO ARIA JAXON, PUMMELING HER!! SIENNA JADE IS JUST STANDING IN THE RING ALLOWING ALL OF THIS TO GO DOWN!! CAMILLE JANE AVA WITH A COUPLE OF NASTY BOOTS RIGHT TO THE RIBS… SOME OF THE GIRLS NOW ARE HOLDING HER DOWN AS NINA SANADA MOUNTS HERSELF ON TOP OF ARIA AND UNLOADS WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS… NOW GETTING HER TO HER FEET AND TOSSING HER INTO THE BARRICADE!! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!! AND NOW THEY’RE DRAGGING HER DOWN THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING… LITERALLY DRAGGING HER!!…
(The women toss Aria Jaxon into the ring. The referee kneels beside her, talking to her. Aria tries to push the referee away, insisting that the match still goes on)
Rich Russillo: Don’t do it Aria…
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: She did it…
James Peters: Well… there’s the bell! THIS IS ALL STILL DIFFICULT TO PROCESS… ARIA USING THE ROPES TO PULL HERSELF TO HER FEET… BUT SIENNA JADE RUSHES TOWARDS HER, GRABS A FISTFUL OF HAIR AND PULLS HER INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING… SHE APPLIES A FRONT FACELOCK… HOOKS THE ARM… THE RDG!! SHE CONNECTS AND NOW BRIDGES THE PIN, THIS HAS ALL GONE TO HELL!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(No music is played. Bella Braxton is silent. Sienna Jade gets to her feet and looks up at the women, now back at the top of the ramp. She slowly begins to nod her head and grin as the screen splits in two. Now showing Sienna Jade in the ring grinning and the women on the ramp doing the same in return. The final frame shows Sienna Jade turning her attention back to Aria Jaxon and screaming, “It’s what you deserve!”)
(Camera fades to black and the REVOLT! Logo Buzzes)
