(The camera shows Nobi marching through an arena corridor. We follow him down the hallway as he begins muttering to himself)
Nobi: Another goddamn tag team match with someone I don’t even like. What the hell is this?
(He continues muttering, under his breath however before he approaches the locker room door. Before he can turn the knob to enter, Stone Murdock enters the frame with his arms folded)
Stone Murdock: I don’t like this any more than you do, just so you know.
(Nobi doesn’t respond but keeps his eyes locked on Murdock)
Stone Murdock: The situation is far from ideal, I don’t like you, you don’t like me… or anyone, but luckily this… *Murdock makes a motion with his hand, as if he’s trying to come up with the right word*… whatever this is, it’ll be short lived. Tonight we take care of business in that ring because WE HAVE TO… and then that’s it. You go your way, I go my way until we meet again… for that title.
(Nobi still doesn’t say anything but this time nods his head, seemingly in approval before he enters his locker room. The camera zooms in on Stone Murdock’s face, a look of uncertainty before it fades out)
(The camera zooms inside the arena as we get a look at the thousands of rabid, screaming fans in attendance. After a few seconds the camera fades over to the commentary table where James Peters and Rich Russillo sit with smiles on their faces)
James Peters: WEEK TWO! HELLOOOOOO EVERYBODY AND WELCOME TO RESURGENCE!! WE ARE LIVE AND PARTNER… LAST WEEK WAS FUN BUT TONIGHT IS WHERE WE REALLY START TO DIVE IN… TONIGHT IS WHERE THINGS BEGIN TO TAKE SHAPE… TONIGHT IS WHEN WE START SEEING SOME PROGRES… TONIGHT…
Rich Russillo: TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT!! You sound like a broken record, Peters… but I can’t argue with what you said! This promises to be a great night of action… and let’s get it started right now!
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match!
(“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica blares over the speakers as the audience welcomes “The Revenant” Michael Bishop to an ear-splitting divided reaction, about sixty percent of them cheering and the other forty-percent booing)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 241 pounds… “THE REVENANT” MICHAELLLL BISHOPP!!!!
Russillo: His name is Michael Bishop, but he actually prefers “The Revenant.” Some people just like to talk in code. But in his mind, that embodies who he is.
(“9” by Drake hits as VIP walks down the ramp with a cocky smirk on his face, but to a decidedly more subdued reaction than Michael Bishop. The crowd almost seemed wary at the sight of him)
Braxton: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 280 pounds… V! I! P!
Peters: Actually another guy right here who doesn’t go by his real name, but at least with this one it’s his initials. VIP’s got an imposing presence with just his size alone, and you can tell from the crowd reaction that this is a character who instills legitimate fear in people. They don’t know what quite to make of him. But he knows what to make himself. He doesn’t need anyone to gas him up.
(“Bad Motherfucker” by MGK featuring Kid Rock hits as Badass Kevin makes his way down the aisle to a majority of the capacity crowd booing, some cheers mixed in)
Braxton: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 264 pounds… BADASSS KEVINNN!!!!
Russillo: Badass Kevin is maybe the best combination of the total package in this matchup. The Revenant and VIP have traits that go to the extreme, but Badass Kevin has a full arsenal, and he’s looking to deploy that arsenal tonight.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Peters: The bell sounds an- BADASS KEVIN EXPLODES ON THE SCENE IMMEDIATELY, LAUNCHING HIMSELF TOWARD VIP AND THEN INTO MICHAEL BISHOP, THROWING WILD HAYMAKERS EVERYWHERE! What a hot start to this matchup! Kevin continues his onslaught and I think he’s actually managed to gain some pull on two men, connecting with punches delivered to one man after the other as they all congregate in the middle of that ring! Kevin isn’t taking any names tonight! Kevin goes over to Bishop and doesn’t waste any time before he connects with a quick Snap Suplex! Afterward, VIP tries to throw a punch at Badass Kevin and drag him back up to his feet, but it’s Kevin with another Snap Suplex to VIP! Kevin nods self-admiringly as he just laid out two men!
Russillo: Hell, if that were me, I’d admire myself like Kevin there, too. One man would be enough for me, in fact.
Peters: Of course it would. Kevin doesn’t waste too much time gassing himself as goes right back on the offensive, darting off the ropes and connecting with a running bulldog to Michael Bishop! Kevin immediately rises to his feet, and he’s got VIP hooked in again right as he gets up — VERTICAL SUPLEX!
Russillo: Oh no!
Peters: He’s got him up, but VIP’s feet are squirming around so much that Kevin isn’t able to gain any traction, allowing VIP to get back to a vertical base. Kevin turns around and here VIP is! You can see the veins bulging in VIP’s bicep as he has a chokehold applied to Badass Kevin — AND HE TURNS IT INTO A CHOKESLAM! YOU COULD HEAR THE THUD OF THE MAT AS KEVIN’S 264-POUND BODY WAS SMASHED IT AGAINST IT BACK-FIRST!
Russillo: Kevin really started this match full of piss and vinegar, but VIP just turned the tables around!
Peters: You can say that again! VIP hooks the leg of Badass Kevin for the immediate cover after that heart-stopping Chokeslam!
Ref: ONEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOO!!!!…
Peters: An elbow drop from Michael Bishop breaks up the pin, but VIP saw it coming and diagnosed it, moving out of the way as Badass Kevin was forced to take that Elbow Drop in VIP’s place! VIP now grabs the head of Bishop who can’t react quickly enough to fend it off! SMALL PACKAGE PIN!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!…. TWOOOO!!!…
Russillo: What great ring awareness by VIP right there to get outta dodge, but Bishop manages to kick out before he’s in real trouble and has to take the L!
Peters: They’re both quickly back up to their feet and to a vertical base! A quick tie-up ensues but it immediately leads to Michael Bishop applying a waistlock to VIP. VIP then races toward the ropes, getting both of his arms under them as he drags Bishop with him, but Bishop breaks the waistlock – and as VIP turns around Bishop connects with the Spear takedown! Bishop is draped all over VIP, covered atop him, and he’s laying in a wave of clubbing, bone-breaking punches to the face of VIP! The referee is trying to warn Bishop, but Bishop responds with a closed-fist punch to VIP’s face! He’s connecting with jabs! That’s the mixed martial arts background of The Revenant on full display. That’s what he calls “The Mauling!”
Russillo: Mauled is definitely an appropriate term for what just happened to VIP. Gives you a look into the enormous potential of “The Revenant” Michael Bishop.
Peters: Not satisfied, The Revenant forces VIP back up to his feet, and you can see the red marks and cuts all over the face of VIP! VIP has that groggy appearance, he’s stumbling and fumbling around, and The Revenant has a look of pure satisfaction in himself all over his face. He wears that expression as he takes a couple more shots to the gut of VIP – BUT VIP SPITS IN THE EYES OF THE REVENANT! AND IT’S FOLLOWED BY A THUMB TO THE EYE! VIP IS STILL STUMBLING AROUND, BUT HIS ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT MIND IS WORKING AROUND HIS FIFTY-PERCENT BODY! THE REVENANT’S VISION IS OBSCURED, AND VIP WITH A KICK TO THE GROIN! VIP WIPES OFF SOME BLOOD TRICKLING DOWN HIS FACE FROM THOSE CUTS — SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!! THE SPIKE PILEDRIVER CONNECTS ON THE REVENANT!
Russillo: VIP showing his stripes!
Peters: VIP’S LOOKING TO WIN THE MATCH – BUT BEFORE HE CAN HOOK THE LEG FOR THE COVER, IN COMES BADASS KEVIN BACK INTO THE FRAY WITH A KNEE TO THE FACE OF VIP! VIP FOLLOWS THAT KNEE TO THE FACE WITH A SLUGGISH FOREARM, BUT JUST ENOUGH OF THAT FOREARM CONNECTS TO TO BRIEFLY TAKE KEVIN OUT OF A RHYTHM – BUT NOW KEVIN GOING FOR THE SWINGING NECKBREAKER! NO! VIP TWIRLS OUT OF IT, AND AS KEVIN TURNS AROUND VIP CONNECTS WITH A HEADBUTT! HE SUBDUES HIM, AND NOW HE REELS HIM IN, HOISTING HIM IN THE AIR IN PERFECT POSITION FOR THAT VERY IMPORTANT POWERBOMB – THE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!
Russillo: No way…
Peters: BUT VIP’S KNEES BUCKLE ON HIM, ALLOWING KEVIN TO LAND BEHIND HIM AND GET BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE, DARTING OFF THE ROPES AND ATTEMPTING A CLOTHESLINE RIGHT AS VIP TURNS AROUND – BUT VIP WITH A SNAPMARE TAKEOVER ON KEVIN FROM ONE KNEE!
Russillo: VIP doing everything to stay in this.
Peters: VIP tries to slow the pace of this match down and regain some of his energy by applying a grounded headlock to Kevin, but Kevin has too much strength for VIP to keep him in the headlock for long. VIP’s making savvy moves, but he may be wrestling on borrowed time as Kevin quickly rises to his feet! VIP’s still got that headlock applied, and now he seems to have inverted it into some sort of sleeper hold! A sleeper hold is applied on Badass Kevin – BUT KEVIN USES THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WHILE MOMENTARILY IN THE SLEEPER HOLD TO BREAK THE SUBMISSION AND CONNECT WITH A HEADBUTT RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES OF VIP!
Russillo: What incredible action!
Peters: VIP staggers back helplessly as he clutches his face, red marks all over his face, but he propels himself forward and connects with a chop block to the back of Kevin’s leg! Kevin may be seriously hurt there as he clutches the back of his leg and rolls out of the ring. That’s no good at all. VIP tries to regain his breath for a moment as he tries to dry the sweat and blood on his face with his hands — BUT HERE’S MICHAEL BISHOP! THE REVENANT OUT OF NOWHERE IS BACK IN THE FOLD, AND HE’S GOT HIS ARM OVER VIP! VIP HAS NOWHERE TO GO AND HE’S ALL OUT OF STAMINA! BISHOP’S GOT HIM UP! AND IT CONNECTS, THE EXECUTIONER CONNECTS! THAT INVERTED HEAD-FIRST JACKHAMMER HITS AND THE REVENANT HOOKS VIP’S LEG!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!…. TWOOOOOO!!!!…. THRRR—
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica blares over the speakers as the audience cheers over a hard-fought match from all of the wrestlers involved. VIP is utterly exhausted, out of commission, cuts and blood trickling from said cuts down his forehead. Kevin is being attended to on the outside, still clutching at the back of his leg)
Bella Braxton: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL… “THE REVENANT” MICHAELLL BISHOPPP!!!
Russillo: You could see in the way all of these men performed tonight just how much they all wanted it. They were all hungry, not just one or two of them, but every single competitor, and it was any man’s game tonight.
Peters: Just one came out in the end. The Revenant. And he’s going to look to build off of this victory.
Russillo: I think it’s a pretty safe bet he’ll do exactly that.
(A black and white scene of an abandoned house is shown, with Osiris sitting on the front porch)
Osiris: This place here, it’s where I once called home. It is where a became the man you all know today. Where the vision was first seen, and where I decided that I would transform myself into the most dominating presence you all know today. As I sat back as a kid on this porch, watching every other child in the neighborhood run around and have fun because they had their life ahead of them and nothing to worry about, I knew the sad reality of the future. I knew that things would not always be as easy, I knew that the future contained a deep, dark, underlying force that would shift the paradigm of all of our thoughts and views. Life is a beautiful thing as a child, until you grow up and realize that it has nothing to offer you and you, but no one saw that, I did. That is why I never cared about how to conduct myself, I terrorized the kids on the block, at school, and anywhere else until I became what is known as a Menace To Society. Nobody saw what I saw…… but now they do. It was The Vision that guided me, wrestling became an outlet for me to use that vision for greater purposes, and here we are.
Osiris: The parallel with REVOLT is something that cannot be ignored. I’m always ahead. A man of my caliber fighting in a tournament to determine a champion. The fact that I have already been granted a bye in it spells disaster for the rest of the competitors. I’m already sitting at the next level while those men in the tournament fight it out to see who will advance, but the reality of it is that I will be the one winning regardless. The Vision is what led me to this foregone conclusion, The Vision is why nobody in that tournament will see what is coming, but I will. This vision gives me an advantage and a guaranteed spot at the top. So as I sit on this porch once again watching the rest of the welterweight children having fun, only I know that in the back of my mind play time will be over, because I’m ending it. I’m making my way into round 2 next week, and I’m defeating my opponent. MZA, you shocked the world earlier tonight defeating the shell of a former star, but the voices in my head have informed me that your cinderella story comes to a screeching halt next week. Be ready.
(Suddenly, large smoke appears in the air covering the porch as Osiris can no longer be seen, it eventually clears up and Osiris is gone. The scene fades to black.)
(Camera fades to the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a Triple Threat match!
(“Kill Your Masters” by Run the Jewels hits as Ross Shackleford confidently saunters down the ramp and into the ring)
Braxton: Introducing first, from Fratton, Portsmouth weighing in at 240 pounds… ROSSSSSS SHACKLEFORDD!!!!
Russillo: Shackleford is a hard-nosed tough guy and I expect that to serve him well in this chaotic Revolt environment.
(“Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin hits as Ivar Akselsen walks to the ring with a grin. The audience receives him with a mixed reaction)
Braxton: From Gudvangen, Aurland, Norway, weighing in at 265 pounds… “THE KONUNGAR” IVARRRR AKSELSENN!!!!
Peters: I think Ivar’s got the hot hand here tonight. He’s hungry.
(“Don’t Get In My Way” by Zack Hemsey hits as Ryan Savage walks down to the ring to a mixed reaction from the audience, mostly cheers with boos muffled in)
Braxton: From Coconut Creek, Florida, weighing in at 255 pounds… “THE HERO KILLER” RYANNN SAVAGEEE!!!
Peters: Ryan’s stout. Just flat out built like a tank. And it’s gonna be hard for Ivar and Shackleford to get through him, I’ll just say that.
Russillo: I’m sure they’re taking your word for it.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Peters: This Triple Threat contest is underway! Ivar is measuring them both from the corner, but both Savage and Shackleford’s sights turns to Ivar, and Ivar is quickly in a panic as he tries to put both of his forearms up to defend himself, but it’s Savage with an elbow to the face of Shackleford as he was blindsided! Shackleford was deceived into thinking Ryan Savage wanted to forge an early alliance with him, but it wasn’t the case. Savage now connects with a quick clothesline that sends Shackleford flying over the top rope and onto the outside! As he landed I think he may have twisted his ankle. He’s going to need to put some on this after that one…
Russillo: Put some dirt on it and move on.
Peters: Easy for the armchair wrestler to say! After Shackleford tumbled over the ropes by way of a Savage clothesline, Ryan diverts his attention to the cornered Ivar Akselsen! Ryan goes for a headbutt to the midsection of Ivar, but Ivar sidesteps out of the way – BUT RIGHT AS HE DOES SAVAGE CONNECTS WITH A STIFF HEADBUTT! Ivar clutches at his forehead, but not before Ryan connects with another stiff headbutt! Ryan’s been the aggressor in this match thus far as he whips Ivar Akselsen off the ropes and his fist meets him on the rebound for a European Uppercut! A lot of punishment taken by Ivar early in this match in that head area. That’s got to be a concern going forward.
Russillo: Watch out!
Peters: Watch out is right! Shackleford slithers back in the ring and connects with a big boot to the back of Ryan Savage’s head! Shackleford just completely blindsided Savage and he hooks the leg for the cover!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOO!!!…
Peters: Kickout by Savage! Ivar Akselsen is now up to his feet and connects with a punch to the face of Shackleford! Shackleford, fired up as ever, connects with a European Uppercut to the jaw of Akselsen! Akselsen is sent staggering back against the ropes, and now Shackleford goes for the clothesline over the ropes – but to no avail as Ivar retaliates with an elbow to the pectoral region of Shackleford! Shackleford clutches at his pec for a moment, but can’t regain his momentum quick enough as Ivar kicks him in the groin and hits for the Rite of Passage! The Snap Double Underhook DDT! That just flat-out PLANTED Shackleford, what a move by Ivar! He transitions into the cover!
Ref: ONEEEE!!!!…. TWOOO!!!!!…
Peters: A high knee drop by Ryan Savage saves the match! Unfortunately for Ivar, Savage wasn’t put away for long enough as he breaks up the pin with that knee drop. Ivar clutches at his back for a moment while Shackleford remains laid out after the Rite of Passage, and now he’s up by the force of Ryan Savage’s hands! Ryan Savage connects with a stiff knee to the groin of Ivar Akselsen, positioning him near the turnbuckles to set him up for something special… Ryan has Ivar hoisted up in a Powerbomb position, and he’s got nowhere to go! Ivar’s flailing his arms around with that panicked look in his eyes, but Savage LAUNCHES him into the turnbuckles, connecting with the turnbuckle powerbom! Ivar immediately falls to his knees, clutching his back after that turnbuckle powerbomb.
Russillo: You can’t blame him. That move makes my back hurt just seeing it executed!
Peters: Shackleford is now back up to his feet, recovering after the Rite of Passage DDT by Ivar Akselsen! Shackleford isn’t one-hundred percent, though, he’s looking groggy and Savage sees this and immediately starts going on the offensive, charging toward him for the clothesline – DROP TOEHOLD! Savage’s haste was used against him by Shackleford right there as he executed with a drop toehold to plant Savage’s face in the mat. Shackleford now regains his footing as he’s back up and a dazed Ryan Savage slowly rises to his feet. He’s in perfect position now for a Sidewalk Slam – but it’s Ivar Akselsen connecting with a chop block to the back of Shackleford’s legs right as he was going for that Sidewalk Slam! Akselsen somehow managed to quickly get back into this match, but you can tell he’s still feeling the effects of that turnbuckle powerbomb he took earlier. The three men are all laid out in the ring now, but Ryan Savage is gaining on them, using the ring ropes for leverage to rise to his feet!
Russillo: Shackleford and Akselsen are down and out…
Peters: Ryan Savage takes Akselsen up and you can tell he’s trying to set him up for something here. Savage with a kick to the groin, and it’s followed by him attempting some sort of powerbomb – no, Ryan fakes the powerbomb attempt before distancing himself from Akselsen and connecting with a Superkick! Ivar managed to get his head up for a moment, but Ryan just completely pulled the wool over his eyes right there and now Akselsen is laid out. Savage drops into the cover!
Ref: ONEEEE!!!!!…. TWOOOOO!!!!….
Peters: But a kickout from Ivar Akselsen! Ryan, not to be deterred, quickly goes back on the offensive as he connects with clubbing forearms to the back of Ivar Akselsen. Ivar Akselsen is now set up for something big by Savage! Savage has him in no man’s land as he’s looking to go for that crushing Stain! The package piledriver! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL TO RYAN SAVAGE OUTTA NOWHERE BY ROSS SHACKLEFORD! NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON FROM SHACKLEFORD AS HE HOOKS SAVAGE’S LEG FOR THE COVER, AKSELSEN CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT AS HE’S LAID OUT TOO!
Ref: ONEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOO!!!!…. THRRRR—
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Kill Your Masters” by Run the Jewels hits as the referee raises Shackleford’s arm victoriously)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… ROSSSSS SHACKLEFORDD!!!!
Russillo: Gotta hand it to Savage and especially Ivar, a solid showing for both of them tonight but ultimately the man of the hour became Ross Shackleford. He’s going places.
Peters: Savage was about to hit that Package Piledriver he calls “Stain,” but Shackleford got his fourth quarter Michael Jordan on and came through in the clutch. Can’t knock it.
Russillo: Coming up next the lovely ladies of REVOLT! will be in action.
(Camera returns to ringside as “Formation” by Beyonce hits to a loud pop as Aria Jaxon makes her way out in ring gear and a mic in hand)
James Peters: Here comes the woman who was last week absolutely AMBUSHED by the entire Freeweight division, costing her a loss to start off her career here in REVOLT. Looks like she’ll be addressing that.
Rich Russillo: I told her not to do it last week.
(Aria enters the ring with a stoic expression, the fans cheering for her as the “Formation” fades off)
Aria Jaxon: It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know why I’m out here right now. We all saw what happened last week, it was hard to fathom at first, why exactly something like that was ever even a concept, but I get it now. I wanted to get revenge immediately on the last Rebellion, but using this past week to sit back and ponder what was going on was well worth it. It’s clear as day. I’m not dense and I’d hope nobody else is to the point where they don’t understand why something to the extent of a whole damn division teaming up JUST to try to get me outta the paint would happen, but it didn’t work. When you’re at the top there’s envy and a constant target on your back, it comes with the territory of being number one. It’s up to me to defend that crown and stay on point. I might have taken a beating last week, but I bounced right back and it wasn’t enough to take me out like they hoped. So ladies of the Freeweight division, in the immortal words of Talib Bari, congratulations you played yourself.
Aria Jaxon: That’s the reason I’ve made it as far as I have in my career, I never let a group of hating ass bitches who try to band together to stop me from shining ever deter me from my path to greatness, and I damn sure ain’t gonna start today! I’ve been hit harder, and I’ve been through worse adversity, so Sienna honey, if last week was your best move, then I’m yelling checkmate. Now bring your ass out here so we can finish what we started last week and bring the rest of your bag carriers known as the Freeweight division out with you. I’ll wait.
(Moments go by as Sienna Jade appears on the screen to boos as she’s smiling while an annoyed Aria looks on)
Sienna Jade: Hey hun, you were looking for me? That’s cute. You know what’s even cuter? You knowing that I’m not in the vicinity or even the state for that matter to use it as an opportunity to call me out and boost the false perception of you being some badass. That’s the problem with you now, you don’t know how to get the message or quit while you’re ahead. You got your ass kicked last week and insisted continuing the match and how’d that turn out for you? Now you’re calling out the entire Freeweight division to take on by yourself as if the result will turn out any different. That pride will lead you nowhere but to an early retirement. You’d think that getting exposed would be enough to keep you away from REVOLT and crawl back to whatever rock you came from under. That rock will keep you super protected, REVOLT won’t. But I shouldn’t expect less from somebody who’s been disillusioned to believe that somehow she’s the “best” for so long. The sad reality of that not actually being the case hits you right in the face once you leave your comfort zone, and even in knowing the cold hard fact that you won’t amount to shit here your pride still won’t let you take your ball and go home.
Aria Jaxon: Don’t worry about my pride or my will to fight, what you need to worry about is that scalp of yours when I eventually find you. You can run all you want and try to avoid me, but you can’t do it forever. You knew I had the floor tonight and purposely ditched the show but that’s fine, prolong the inevitable. The longer I wait just makes the feeling THAT much better when I do finally catch up to you to give you these hands.
Sienna Jade(laughing): Don’t flatter yourself “queen”. I’m not at Resurgence tonight because I’ll be on Rebellion tomorrow night to be rightfully placed into a match for the Freeweight Championship, something you’ll NEVER hold here. Defeating such an “iconic” name like yourself should surely be enough to place me into that picture, so thanks for the promotion! It’s about time we start getting some new faces in the picture of womens wrestling. Your time is up and this division as a collective has agreed that regardless of who it is that ends up on top here, no matter what, it certainly will not be you.
Aria Jaxon: Good luck booking that title match you speak of. Since you’re a coward who runs away pops shit from other states there’s no point of going back and forth with you. I have no other words, I’ll see you when I see you, trust. Your little pets on the other hand? I know for a FACT they’re here, so since they ain’t coming out, I’ll just come to them and DRAG them out.
Sienna: Is that right Aria? You’re gonna go find them yourself because you’re such a badass right? Cool with me. Good luck girl, you’re gonna need it! As a matter of fact, don’t turn around.
(The screen that Sienna was on turns black)
James Peters: ARIA WATCH OUT!!! SHE TURNS AROUND AS SHE’S MET WITH A MUGGING FROM MS EXTREME AND MADISON KALINE!!! MADISON AND MS EXTREME ARE LAYING WASTE TO ARIA AS SHE’S MET WITH A PLETHORA OF STOMPS AND STRIKES! ARIA IS LAID OUT TRYING TO GUARD HERSELF FROM THE ONSLAUGHT BUT IT’S JUST TOO MUCH TO HANDLE! MS EXTREME GRABS HER BY THE HAIR AND LIFTS HER UP, I THINK A TRACK FROM HER WEAVE JUST FELL OUT! AND SHE GOES FOR EXTREME MEASURES!!! IT CONNECTS… NOW SHE LIFTS HER BACK UP AND HOLDS HER AS MADISON COMES RUNNING IN FOR THE AFTERLIFE!! ARIA IS OUT COLD- BUT WAIT!!!…
Rich Russillo: The cavalry has arrived..
James Peters: REVOLT’S NEWEST SIGNEES COME RUSHING DOWN TO THE RING!!! BIANCA AND KASSIDY HEART!!!! MADISON AND MS EXTREME DIVERT THEIR ATTENTION TO THEM AND NOW THE TWO TEAMS ARE TRADING BLOWS BACK AND FORTH!! ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE HERE BETWEEN THESE FREEWEIGHTS!! ARIA JAXON HAS JUST BEEN SAVED BY BACKUP!!! MADISON AND MS EXTREME ARE BLINDSIDED AS THE TEAM LEAD BY KASSIDY HEART IS GETTING THE UPPER HAND!!! AND HERE COMES SECURITY AND REFEREES TO BREAK THEM UP! BOTH TEAMS ARE BEING HELD BACK AS ARIA JAXON IS BEING HELPED TO THE BACK, MADISON/MS EXTREME AND BIANCA/KASSIDY ARE BOTH BEING FORCED INTO THEIR RESPECTIVE CORNERS!
James Peters: Absolutely all hell has just broken loose here, we’ll be back after a quick commercial break as we somehow try to get things settled to start this match!
(Rebellion preview is aired)
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peter: And we’re underway and to start this match, we have the veteran Ms. Extreme up against Bianca Henderson. It seems as Ms. Extreme is being taunted by Bianca early on this match until WAM! A slap in the face from Ms. Extreme!
Rich Russillo: What a powerful slap in the face! Bianca better stay level-headed when going up against a woman like Ms. Extreme.
James Peter: And now Bianca is very angry as she goes for a clothesline but Ms. Extreme ducks under it and comes back with a back kick into Bianca’s stomach! Then she hits a clothesline of her own onto Bianca!
Rich Russillo: Bianca is in trouble… Ms. Extreme is already feeling it.
James Peter: Ms. Extreme CHARGES after Bianca after that kick into her stomach and grabs her hair in the process for a hair-to-mat slam! And goes for a quick cover!
Referee: ONE! TWO—
James Peter: KASSIDY HEART STEPS IN TO BREAK UP THE COVER!
Rich Russillo: Great move by Kassidy, I honestly think Bianca wasn’t going to be able to kick out.
James Peter: Madison Kaline has to step in now… but the referee is holding her back as Ms. Extreme looks to go on the attack again but out of nowhere… Kassidy Heart with a spinning heel kick to Ms. Extreme behind the referee’s back!
Rich Russillo: Kassidy taking the opportunity to gain the advantage for their team.
James Peter: Bianca is on the races as the referee turns his focus back onto the mat and she tags in Kassidy Heart, whom goes right back on top of Ms. Extreme with hard left and right hand punches into her skull!
Rich Russillo: Check out Kassidy!
James Peter: Now Kassidy lifts Ms. Extreme back onto her feet and goes for a superplex and it connects!
Rich Russillo: I think she should cover Ms. Extreme now…
James Peter: But she objects to cover, instead moving onto the top turnbuckle and she’s going for a flying moonsault onto Ms. Extreme!
Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme is wavering a lil bit after those hard punches, I don’t think she knows where she’s at.
James Peter: KASSIDY HEART WITH A FLYING MOONSAULT AND SHE LANDS RIGHT ON TOP OF MS. EXTREME! SHE GOES FOR THE COVER!
Referee: ONE! TWO! BUT A KICK OUT BY MS. EXTREME!
James Peter: It’s going to take a lot to keep Ms. Extreme down as Kassidy lifts Ms. Extreme back onto her feet, pulling her into the corner and tags in Bianca!
Rich Russillo: Let’s see what Bianca can do now that she can finally strike some offense.
James Peter: On the other side of the ring, Madison Kaline is itching to get into this match as Bianca grabs Ms. Extreme but wait a second! Ms. Extreme pushes Bianca off and steps back for a superkick! AND IT CONNECTS! WOW!
Rich Russillo: Wow is correct! Ms. Extreme has so much speed.
James Peter: Ms. Extreme tags in Madison Kaline, whom comes in the match with a clothesline to Bianca!
Rich Russillo: I bet Kassidy Heart wishes she had a different teammate, Bianca can’t seem to handle either Ms. Extreme or Madison Kaline here tonight.
James Peter: I think she just heard you, Rich because Kassidy is stepping back inside the ring to help her damaged partner out! Kassidy tackles Madison Kaline from behind, pushing her ino the turnbuckle! Ouch!
Rich Russillo: The referee needs to gain some control on this match! Put a restraining order on Kassidy!
James Peter: AND NOW KASSIDY HEART TURNS HER ATTENTION TO MS. EXTREME AND KNOCKS HER OFF THE RING ROPES!!
Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme is probably getting tired of Kassidy Heart’s sneaky tactics.
James Peter: Kassidy isn’t getting tired as she brushes the referee off her and goes for a diving headbutt onto the outside of the ring!! AND SHE CONNECTS IT ONTO MS. EXTREME!!!
Rich Russillo: HOLY SHIT!
James Peter: Kassidy is certainly showing these girls that she’s nothing to play with as Madison Kaline is back up to her feet and looking on the outside as Kassidy tries to recover herself from that fantasic diving headbutt on Ms. Extreme!
Rich Russillo: She better look out because Bianca is back on her feet!
James Peter: SHE CERTAINLY IS AND BIANCA GOES FOR DEATH VALLEY BOMB!
Rich Russillo: STAY DREAM?!
James Peter: NO! MADISON KALINE COUNTERS IT AND PUSHES BIANCA INTO THE RING ROPES! BIANCA BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES STRAIGHT INTO AFTERLIFE!!!! AFTERLIFE BY MADISON KALINE!!! THAT CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL CONNECTS! MADISON KALINE GOES THE COVER!!
Rich Russillo: BUT HERE COMES KASSIDY SLIDING BACK INSIDE THE RING!
James Peter: LOOK THOUGH, RICH! MS. EXTREME IS UP ASWELL AND SHE’S HOLDING KASSIDY’S LEG SO SHE WON’T BREAK THE COVER!
Referee: TWO!!! THREE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Ring Announcer: Here are your winners via pin-fall! MS. EXTREME AND MADDDISSSOONNN KAAAAAALLLLINNNNEEEEE!
(“This Could Be Anywhere In The World” hits as Ms Extreme and Madison Kaline both have their arms raised in victory, Kassidy looks down at her partner disappointed but still tries to tend to her)
Rich Russillo: A victorious effort by the two veterans tonight despite the ambush, very impressive!
James Peters: Even more impressive is the debuting Kassidy Heart who basically picked up the load tonight, nothing to be ashamed of here!
(Camera transitions over to Maximus Grier being shown backstage pacing around while on the phone)
Maximus Grier(on the phone): Yes, when we purchased that it was at a price below what the market value currently is which means we would be selling it at a profit.
Maximus Grier(on the phone): I know this but if we don’t strike now who’s to say when we actually do that it will be as lucrative? It’s a risk to hold onto it at this point.
Maximus Grier(on the phone): Alright perfect. Have my assistants contact them regarding a meeting to finalize this deal within the upcoming weeks, but please be advised that the weekend of February 17th I won’t be available, I’ll be busy winning a championship.
Maximus Grier(on the phone): Alright, my pleasure, bye.
(Maximus hangs up the phone as he turns around to see Finnegan Wakefield walking down the hall and decides to approach him. Finnegan is stopped in his tracks as he looks on at Maximus annoyed.)
(Maximus extends his hand out for a handshake as he gets denied with Finnegan giving him an uninterested look.)
Maximus Grier: So we meet again good sir.
Finnegan Wakefield: Unfortunately.
Maximus Grier: I was hoping we’d be in contact after our exchanging of info last week, what happened?
Finnegan Wakefield: There was no exchange on my end, you gave me a card. Can’t say I remember what I did with it afterwards and where it is now, but I took it nonetheless. Let’s just get this out of the way so you aren’t stalking me on a weekly basis. I am not interested in being your business partner, I’m here to do one thing and that’s win championships. In fact, you advanced to the second round and so did I, and according to the bracket…. you’re my next opponent. I know you’re a smart and shrewd businessman who gets things done by any means necessary and I know that trying to “do business” with me was nothing more than a ploy to help you advance past the second round. What are you going to do, try to bribe me to take the fall? It’s not happening.
(Maximus Grier has an amused expression on his face)
Maximus Grier: While that certainly wasn’t the case, I must say that I am impressed that you’d even try to put two and two together like that. It goes to show that you DO have a little bit of businessman in you and you would certainly be a great addition to Maximus Inc, but I digress. I was actually going to help you, I knew that we were bound for a second round meeting that you have no chance of winning. But a man like yourself, you deserve to go further than the second round, you have all the talent in the world but the chips just didn’t fall where you wanted them which is why we are facing one another in the second round rather than the finals. I just wanted to make sure you were the first person in line for a shot at my Welterweight Championship once I win it, but since you want to be difficult, the offer is officially rescinded. I’ll see you next week.
Finnegan Wakefield: Oh you certainly will. I don’t need anything from you or your crooked business. Only one of us will be advancing, and it will be me.
(Finnegan Wakefield walks off as Maximus looks on)
(The camera fades back into the arena where we see that the four teams are already in the ring, waiting for the bell and match to start. Bella Braxton stands in the middle, smiling with a microphone in her hand.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a Fatal 4-Way Elimination Tag Team Match, where the winning team will face each other to be crowned the first-ever MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION!
(The crowd cheers as the eight men stare at each other intently; Stone Murdock and Kieran McGinnis gazing at each other while the rest get ready and warm up in their respective corners.)
Rich Russillo: Jeez, this looks like it’s going to be a huge mess. Eight Men all in one ring? Talib Bari is a psychopath for doing this, it’s going to be a damn org-
James Peters: Well before you say words that will surely get us ousted from our time slot, yes Talib Bari is crazy for creating this but that’s why he’s so great! The ingenuity from him is why REVOLT has been talked about so much on social media and why millions of viewers are already seeing us as the hot product. You can see these eight men all getting ready, I can’t wait.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And the bell has rung, which means that this match is officially underway! These eight men, J.D. Damon, Randy Hart, Jacob Steele, Khamid Altynbekov, Diotoir Doran, Kieran McGinnis, Nobi, and Stone Murdock! All vying for that match up, we’re waiting for who will strike first – AND IT’S JACOB STEELE WHO CHARGES FIRST TOWARDS J.D. DAMON, HITTING HIM WITH A DROPKICK INTO THE CORNER! AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT WILL BE COMPLETE CHAOS IN THE BEGINNING AS ALL MEN RUSH TO MEET, HITTING EACH OTHER WITH A FLURRY OF STRIKES! It is an absolute HAILSTORM of action in the ring, Russillo, I can’t completely call the action with everyone here tonight! There’s so much happening that I’m unsure! Nobi strikes Randy Hart with a knee to the jaw, sending him into the ropes! Diotoir Doran rushes to Khamid Altynbekov WITH A RUNNING METEORA, SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! Oh, and you can see that! STONE MURDOCK AND KIERAN MCGINNIS DUKING IT OUT! This intensity is because of what happened last week when after Murdock defeated McGinnis, he spat on him after the match! Kieran’s strikes look extra vicious this time around, and it seems that he’s gaining the upper hand in this exchange of strikes! MURDOCK CONNECTS WITH A LEAPING ENZIGURI TO THE SIDE OF KIERAN’S HEAD! McGinnis reels back into the ropes, BEFORE CHARGING BACK!
James Peters: MURDOCK SENDS MCGINNIS FLYING OVER THE ROPES WITH A BACK BODY DROP AS HE LANDS ON THE OUTSIDE FLOOR WITH A HARD CRASH!
Rich Russillo: The pained expression on his face says it all – he is going to be incapacitated for a while!
James Peters: Jacob Steele steps away from stomping J.D. Damon, as he turns around – ONLY TO MEET NOBI WHO LEAPS AT HIM! GUN STUN! GUN STUN! OH MY GOD, IT CONNECTS! THE JUMPING CUTTER SENDS STEELE DOWN TO THE MAT, IF NOBI IS ABLE TO GET THIS PIN THIS WILL BE A LANDMARK IN THE MATCH! JACOB’S PARTNER, KHAMID IS OUT AFTER HIS ASSAULT FROM DIOTOIR DORAN AND HE CANNOT SAVE HIM! NOBI HOOKS THE LEG OF JACOB!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
Bella Braxton: Jacob Steele and Khamid Altynbekov have been eliminated!
Rich Russillo: WOW! WHAT AN ELIMINATION FROM NOBI, IMPRESSIVE! He just took that team down with only one finishing move, what a statement from the team of Stone Murdock and Nobi as you can see Murdock outside, even himself wowing at Nobi!
James Peters: Indeed, The World’s Toughest Son of a Gun raising his hands in the ring right now as the crowd boos him intensely for eliminating a fan favorite, Jacob Steele! He’s smiling – BUT HE SHOULD BE WATCHING AS RANDY HART FROM BEHIND CLUBS NOBI! A clubbing blow from Randy Hart as he sends Nobi down, before picking him up and placing him in the corner, AND BARRAGING HIM WITH FOREARMS! He isn’t allowing him to take a breath as he continues his unstoppable assault, before relenting and moving back, spreading his arms wide! It appears that Mr. Heartbreaker is enjoying his work – MURDOCK! STONE MURDOCK GRABS HART FROM BEHIND! HE GRABS THE WRIST THEN PULLS HIM IN! BAD RELIGION! THE WRISTLOCK TRANSITIONED INTO A KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS, OBLITERATING THE FACE OF HART AS YOU COULD HEAR THE SOUND OF THAT KNEE CONNECTING WITH THE JAW! HART IS DOWN AND OUT, MURDOCK HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE PIN AND WIN!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
Bella Braxton: Randy Hart and J.D. Damon have been eliminated!
James Peters: AND JUST LIKE THAT, WE ARE DOWN TO ONLY TWO TEAMS LEFT! MY GOD! Stone Murdock and Nobi, the one team has absolutely taken four men out of the equation for the middleweight title tonight! Those teams are gone, what an impressive streak from Murdock and Nobi who have teamed and destroyed those two teams! They both stand in the ring now, acknowledging their work and nodding to each other before looking on to see Diotoir Doran and Kieran McGinnis eyeing them! It seems like we are back at square one as the four men look at each other, BEFORE CHARGING! NOBI GOES FOR A LARIAT TO DIOTOIR! IT’S DUCKED! MCGINNIS AND MURDOCK AGAIN BARRAGE EACH OTHER WITH STRIKES TO THE JAW! Nobi turns around to see Diotoir, WHO HITS NOBI SQUARE IN THE JAW WITH A SUPERKICK! Nobi falls down to his knees, dazed from the kick while this time, Murdock is the one winning the exchange between strikes! MCGINNIS WITH A HAYMAKER TO THE JAW, MY GOODNESS! The smack sending Murdock grabbing his cheek into the ropes, AS MCGINNIS CHARGES TOWARDS MURDOCK FOR A FOREARM SMASH TO THE JAW! SLING BLADE! SLING BLADE BY MURDOCK SENDING KIERAN DOWN TO THE MAT!
James Peters: Murdock looks like he wants to give no leeway for Kieran, however, as he lifts him back to a vertical base! BUT DIOTOIR FROM BEHIND! HE GRABS MURDOCK! GERMAN SUPLEX CRUMPLING STONE INTO THE MAT! A beautiful german suplex maneuver absolutely folding Murdock in half as Diotoir stands up, and attempts to pull his partner Kieran back up to his feet! He is still groggy and has no idea where he is! Diotoir then turns to see Nobi who is leaning on the ropes for support, BEFORE CHARGING AT HIM! PATH OF VIRTUE! NO! NOBI PULLS THE TOP ROPE DOWN, CATCHING DORAN’S LEG AS HE IS SENT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN TO THE MAT BELOW! Nobi laughing as Diotoir lands hard next to the barricade, BUT KIERAN FROM BEHIND LIFTS NOBI! A SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST FROM MCGINNIS! Nobi is left holding his chest in pain as Kieran jumps up to the middle rope! HE LEAPS! OBLIVION! OBLIVION BY KIERAN MCGINNIS!
James Peters: NOBI CATCHES KIERAN WITH A SMALL PACKAGE IN MID-AIR! HE CAUGHT KIERAN AS HE WAS ATTEMPTING THAT FACEBUSTER! Oh, and look at this! HE’S USING THE ROPES! HE’S USING THE ROPES AS KIERAN’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN, THE REFEREE DOESN’T NOTICE IT! NO, NOT LIKE THIS!
Rich Russillo: HAH! GENIUS!
Referee: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
Bella Braxton: KIERAN MCGINNIS AND DIOTOIR DORAN HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Hair of The Dog” by Nazareth plays as Kieran shoots up after Nobi lets go, realizing what ha happened. Murdock and Nobi roll out of the ring and raise their hands up while Diotoir pulls onto the apron to stand up.)
Bella Braxton: AND HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS……THE TEAM OF STONE MUUURDOOOCK, ANNND NOOOOBIIII!!!!!
Rich Russillo: HAHAHAHA! WHAT A PERFECT ENDING! Genius work there from Nobi, using the ropes as leverage to his advantage as he does it for his team once more! What a performance from both men!
James Peters: Genius?! He cheated to win, Rich! Doesn’t that already taint his victory even more? You can see Murdock didn’t appreciate that Nobi cheated to win, as he’s talking to him on the mat right now, appearing to scold him for his actions! They’re arguing at the top of the ramp, but wow! What a spectacle! Those two men just DOMINATED the three other teams in this match, hitting their finishers and taking them out of the equation quicker than you could say all the names of the men in this match! What an impressive performance from the two men, I think they truly deserve this win tonight!
(Stone Murdock and Nobi argue with each other at the top of the ramp, before Stone shoves Nobi back, only making him more mad as he taunts, mimicking a title around his waist. Nobi gives him the middle finger as Murdock laughs.)
Rich Russillo: Still can’t forget that while these two worked together tonight, in a few weeks they will face each other to decide the first-ever Middleweight Champion! The animosity between them is strong here, you can see that as the crowd boos the absolute hell out of them, though they are slightly tolerating Murdock more. Wow.
James Peters: Coming up next it’s our main event.. AND OF COURSE I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL NIGHT FOR IT! HURRICANE HAWK, MALCOLM JONES… OH IT’S GONNA BE A GOOD ONE!
(Reginald Dampshaw III and his butler, Crichton Merriweather appears on the screen as they are in the locker room area. Reginald has a snobby expression on his face with his head tilted up and his eyes closed, disregarding his surroundings)
Crichton Merriweather: Um, Master Reginald? Hello fine sir, it has been brought to my attention that the two prospects you wanted me to inquire about have agreed to partake in communion with us. The collective known as The Wall Street Journal, that is. Maximus however, declined my advances and instead insisted on us coming to him for his services which is quite the conflict of interest.
Reginald Dampshaw: Very well.
(They both begin walking out to the locker room and towards the area to enter the ring as they are suddenly approached by Alistair Kingsley & Charles Darwin Wenthington, The Wall Street Journal)
(CDW taps on the shoulder of Crichton to get their attention as they stop and turn around)
Critchton Merriweather: Oh delightful, master, please meet The Wall Street Journal.
CDW: How are you guys doing? We heard you two were about the money, as is me and my partner Alistair over here. So when you approached us with an opportunity to possibly collaborate on something how could we have turned it down?
Alistair Kingsley: That’s right, we saw your work last week and we must say we’re impressed on how you managed to win that elimination match. However, the opportunity that has been presented to us could not only help us, but you as well. We can help you get things done in a WAY more efficient manner.
(Reginald Dampshaw hears what is said, but he doesn’t react to the news, he still has the same expression with his head tilted)
Crichton Merriweather: Please excuse my master he is just taking his time to collect his thoughts.
(Moments go by, as Reginald remains in the same position as an unamused Wall Street Journal watches on)
Alistair Kingsley: Alright well, we have things to do so let us know when you’re ready to talk business.
(Wall Street Journal begins to turn around and make their way out tow-
Reginald Dampshaw III: Prove it.
(Wall Street Journal stops in their tracks and divert their attention back to RD3)
Reginald Dampshaw III: Your pitches were astounding and very intriguing. However, I am a man of action. So show me just how this will be a mutually beneficial experience for us as two collectives and I’ll get back to you. In the meantime, myself and Sir Merriweather will be making our way out to that ring to be awarded our rightful Light Heavyweight Championship.
(RD3 and Crichton Merriweather begin walking again as the graphic appears for his appearance on the bottom of the screen)
James Peters: Well… scratch that, not main event time JUST yet. Reginald Dampshaw addresses REVOLT management live from the ring… NEXT!
(REVOLT 1 Advert – The first Marquee Event in the company’s history takes place LIVE on February 17th, be here to witness the first champions in REVOLT’s history be crowned)
(Resurgence comes back on air as the team of Rich Russillo and James Peters are shown on the screen)
James Peters: Welcome back to Resurgence! What an exciting show we’ve had so far as th-
(“Jerusalem” by Sir William Blake hits to loud boos as Reginald Dampshaw III makes his way out to the ring accompanied by his manager Crichton Merriweather)
Bella Braxton: Please welcome to the ring…. “The Duke of Gold”…… REGINALD DAMPSHAW THE THIRDDDDDD
James Peters: Well it looks like there’s no love lost, or gained for that matter between RD3 and the fans. Perhaps they didn’t like his way of going about winning that match here last week?
Rich Russillo: Clearly these fans don’t know a star when they see one, that’s all.
(Reginald enters the ring as Crichton Merriweather hold the ropes open for him, “Jerusalem” dies down as Merriweather hands him a mic)
(Reginald takes a bow as the crowd boos again)
Reginald Dampshaw: You’re welcome. You’re all welcome. I know you are all used to the same mediocrity and rubbish week in and week out, but perhaps you should open your minds to something new, something fresh, something royal. I come from generations of royalty, wealth, and power. The Dampshaw bloodline runs deep, back centuries quite actually. It is a bloodline of kings, monarchs, leaders, rulers! Everything that I embody. I am the latest and greatest edition, which is why I need something to SIGNIFY that fact. Something to set it in stone, I need to accomplish something that the ancestors were never able to because even THEY did not possess the strength and ability that I currently do. They told me this themselves, they talk to me everyday and guide me on my path of greatness. The latest advice that they graced me with? Capture the gold. Gold is the number one symbol for men such as myself. That is why I am officially DEMANDING, to be given the Light Heavyweight Championship.
(Crichton Merriweather steps forth as a microphone is handed to him)
Crichton Merriweather: REVOLT claims to be a company that wants to reach the highest heights ever assembled, a company that wants to bring change and dignity back to a broken industry. Well Master Reginald possesses all of that and more. Master Reginald can take REVOLT to the promised land if given the right opportunity. The ancestors who he speaks to on a daily basis will guide him to carry this company to ascended heights as it’s rightful face. I will be right behind him to make sure everything is splendid. We don’t come out here to start any issues, we do however think that it is only right to be handed what we rightfully deserve.
Crichton Merriweather: The Light Heavyweight division is not a division that possess’ anyone more worthy than my master himself. He has defeated everyone in this division who matters, all in the same match actually. None of those other men were fit to be a champion, none of those men come from royalty and know what it is like to have gold embedded into your bloodstream. Master Reginald however? He knows exactly what it’s like, and now he wants to know what it’s like to have gold wrapped around his waist. So Talib Bari if you’re out there, our King awaits his crown.
(Moments go by as no one comes out, the two men grow impatient until suddenly “Paradise” by Big Sean hits to a loud pop as Malcolm Jones makes his way up the ramp in a “Blicky Boyz” shirt, he enters the ring staring down Dampshaw who refuses to look in his direction)
Malcolm Jones: So I got a main event match to partake in up next that yall are kinda cutting into, so I was gonna come out regardless and tell you to shut your dumbasses up because nobody tryna hear that bullshit. But then your words started to hit home. You’re talking about being handed a championship in a division that I am clearly the face of. Clearly you ain’t get the memo last week, but if anybody is gonna be winning that Light Heavyweight Championship it’s gonna be me, and when I say winning, I mean earning it… not begging Talib Bari to hand me anything. Fuck you think this is? Besides, you said you beat everybody in the division who matters but I don’t recall us ever facing off so uhhh… issa lie.
(Reginald is still refusing to acknowledge or look in Malcolm’s direction)
Malcolm Jones: What’s wrong, cat got your tongue? Something in your throat? Pause.
Crichton Merriweather: A man of Master Reginalds royal hierarchy simply refuses to interact with such low level street filth. It is quite demoralizing that I myself have to do such, but since I am his servant I shall do the dirty work. Yes, Reginald has defeated everybody in the division who matters. People like you don’t matter.
Malcolm Jones: People like me you say? You mean people who work their way out of a bad environment off of sheer talent and create a better future for those around him? So yall are another one of those judge me for the way I look and where I come from types. I gotchu. Luckily I don’t do this shit for approval from people like you, I got to the bag just like you and I did it from MY hard work.. I didn’t have to get it handed to me unlike that bum over there. And you Crichton, you walk around calling that man Master and you dedicate yourself to serving him, you might as well call him daddy. You definitely not from Harlem. :dame:
(Laughs can be heard from the crowd as Reginalds expression grows annoyed and he finally cracks)
Reginald Dampshaw: ENOUGH! What the hell do you want from us? I have no interest in associating myself with you in any way.
Malcolm Jones: Likewise. However, you’re trying to be handed a title that I’m trying to earn. Issa no from me dawg. With that being said, as long as I’m a Light Heavyweight, ain’t no handouts bih.
Reginald Dampshaw: Umm, English perhaps?
Malcolm: Oh yeah my bad, I forgot who I was talking to, let me break it down into “uncultured swine” for you… *ahem*. Alright, your inquiry of the Light Heavyweight Championship creates quite the conflict of interest between the two of us because I plan on winning it for myself rather than orchestrating a handing of the title. That better for you sis?
(“Headlines” by Drake hits to boos as Hurricane Hawk makes his way out to the ring)
Hurricane Hawk: Your bickering back and forth is starting to annoy me. Let’s get this straight, neither one of you are going to be winning a championship in that division, you know why? Because I’m officially entering the Light Heavyweight Division.
(The crowd gives a mixed reaction)
Malcolm Jones: Hurricane Hawk entering the Light Heavyweight Division with sights set on a championship? That’s wassup fam dream big. But clearly it looks like I’m going to be playing the role of dream killer tonight. First I gotta put this salty jar of mayo in his place then I gotta put your old ass in yours. I guess it comes with the territory.
Hurricane Hawk: You talk a whole lot for a guy who struggled to beat the effeminate Carter Harris last week. If these two idiots are right about anything it’s about you, street garbage like you doesn’t belong here, you belong in whatever gutter you came from. The only gold you’ll ever capture is the fake gold around your neck, you might have a co-sign by a legend in this business, but I’ve been there done that. I did it first and I did it better, you? You can go play the Crichton Merriweather role to Chris Elite while I show you how it’s done as a champion. And you Dampshaw? You need to be taught the lesson that the “legend” of your family means nothing to me. I can and I will run through you and everything you stand for to achieve what’s mine.
Malcolm Jones: Listen oldhead, I don’t know what year you think we’re in, but you went outta style alongside the iPhone 2. It’s better versions of you out there these days, and you’re looking at one of them. Fuck around and break a hip playing with me.
Hurricane Hawk: Oh is that right? (drops mic)
(Hurricane Hawk, Malcolm, and RD3 are all arguing off mic now, then suddenly Talib Bari appears on the screen to a big pop)
Talib Bari: Fellas, fellas fellas! Calm down! Before everybody pops off, lets have cooler heads prevail and come to a middle ground. Woosah! Yall know I’d love for nothing more than to see yall throwing down but you giving away too much for free. I like to make money and I’m sure you guys do as well, so why give away a money match? Clearly you guys want that chip. You wanna be the ones to represent the division and have all the glory that comes with it, and I like that. That’s why I wanna see who can make the most of of the opportunity I’m about to pr-
Crichton: Sir, there is absolutely no opportunity we need other than the opportunity for you to come out here right this instance and hand us our rightful championship! Ignore the sideshow these two men have provided, Master Reginald is your rightful champion and we DEMAND the belt!
Talib Bari: That’s not happening pleighboi. BUT! I can do this for you, if you’re willing to listen that is. Basically, I saw RD3’s performance last week, despite the fact that you helped him win, a win is a win, and he beat every single person in that division outside of the two men standing in the ring next to him. That’s why, although I can’t make him the Light Heavyweight Champion, what I CAN do is officially put him in the Light Heavyweight Championship match at REVOLT 1. Take it or leave it. Malcolm Jones and Hurricane Hawk you want parts too right? Well here’s your shot, your match against one another has officially been named a number one contenders match. Winner faces RD3 for all the marbles at REVOLT 1 and the first ever champion will be crowned. Bless up.
(The screen goes to black as Hawk and Malcolm Jones look determined, RD3 and Crichton however look annoyed as they storm to the back)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Peters: And this bout is underway! Hawk is looking aloof, but not for long as MJ quickly charges forward wildly, trying to spear Hawk but to no avail as Hawk connects uses MJ’s hasty approach to his advantaging, connecting with an armdrag takedown! Despite this, MJ is fast up to his feet, but before he can fully get up Hawk manages to catch him from behind and apply a hammerlock!
Russillo: Savvy move!
Peters: MJ quickly maneuvers out of it, sidestepping Hawk and turning him around to fling him forward off the ropes, catching Hawk on the rebound with a spinning wheel kick that connects flush in the jaw of Hurricane Hawk! MJ quickly grabs Hawk up, yanking him by the hand back to his feet. MJ with a slap to the face of Hurricane Hawk! What disrespect! Another slap to add insult to injury, followed by a kick to the leg of Hawk, and now MJ Irish whips Hawk off the ropes, going for the running knee when he catches him on the follow-through — but Hawk eludes it, ducking and dropping to the ground, now grabbing a handful of tights for the roll-up pin!
Ref: ONEEEEE!!!!… TWOOOOO!!!!….
Peters: Kickout by Hawk! And Hawk immediately rises to his feet, but only to be yanked across the ring for another Irish whip, but this time it’s Hawk aggressively responding and hurling himself forward at MJ for a clothesline that absolutely LEVELS his foe! Wow!
Russillo: MJ just got knocked out of the club!
Peters: And Hawk was the bouncer! You can see the glazed-over look in MJ’s eyes as he lays motionlessly on the ground after that devastating clothesline delivered by Hawk. Hawk taunts the crowd and stands over MJ’s lifeless body! Hawk hooks the leg!
Peters: But Hawk, cocky as ever, forcibly holds the head of MJ up to break the cover! Hawk just possibly cost himself at an opportunity to finish this bout quickly, but he’d rather win with flair than with a whimper. That’s the kind of guy he is.
Russillo: Bold strategies like this historically haven’t played out well for their overconfident architects.
Peters: Hawk displays impressive strength as he forces MJ up like a ragdoll and exchanges that smack to the face from earlier by MJ with one of his one TO Jones! Eye for an eye! Hawk sets MJ up for the inverted backbreaker, and it looks like he’s going to have it – but MJ maneuvers out of the attempted backbreaker, darting toward and now off the ropes where he meets Hurricane Hawk with a swinging neckbreaker! Both competitors are now laid out. MJ’s looking a little gassed, but he managed enough of a counter-assault to take Hawk out of rhythm. MJ now seems to have gotten his equilibrium back as he wraps his arms tightly around Hawk for a grounded headlock, but the larger Hawk is fast using his leg strength to push himself back to his feet. The crowd would much rather see MJ take this one, they’re not rallying for Hawk at all! But he’s getting up defiantly, and now an elbow to the midsection of MJ, but just responds by wrenching the headlock in even more tightly! What an incredible pain threshold!
Russillo: That’s “The Wave” right there!
Peters: But it’s Hawk with a flurry of elbows to the midsection of Malcolm Jones, and it finally forces him to break that tightly wrenched-in headlock, followed by Hawk springing off the ropes as Malcolm takes a moment to regroup – PELE KICK! MALCOLM JONES JUST HIT HIT THE PELE KICK RIGHT ON HAWK’S HEAD, RUNNING INTO MJ AT FULL FORCE AS HIS MOMENTUM CARRIED HIM OFF THE ROPES!
Russillo: That came outta nowhere! Hawk’s definitely seen better days as he feels the effects of that Pele Kick right now.
Peters: Malcolm almost immediately rushes toward the turnbuckles, briefly going outside on the ring apron before climbing the ropes – and now, nothing can stop him! He’s all the way up! MALCOLM LEAPS FOR THE FIVE STAR SWAG SPLASH! AND IT CONN-
Peters: KNEES UP! KNEES UP BY HURRICANE HAWK, AND MJ CLUTCHES HIS RIBS IN PAIN AFTERWARD! HURRICANE HAWK MAY HAVE CRACKED SOME OF MJ’S RIBS RIGHT THERE, AVOIDING THE FIVE STAR SWAG SPLASH IN THE NICK OF TIME! Hawk quickly manages to rise to that afterward, as if he was playing possum, now taking MJ back up and executing with a dropkick that sends him staggering back against the corner, plunging back-first into the turnbuckles! Now a dazed MJ staggers forward, but only to be met with a DDT – NO! MJ twirls out of it, throwing and connecting with a haymaker flush in the jaw of Hurricane Hawk! MJ now hooks his shoulder over the head of Hurricane Hawk, and he hoists him high in the hair! VERTICAL SUPLEX! MJ delaying that Vertical Suplex and letting all the blood rush to Hawk’s head in an impressive display of pure strength! AND IT CONNECTS! That delayed Vertical Suplex connects, and now MJ is going to go for the cover – no! He’s running toward the ropes again, quickly going to the top! MJ leaps once more and he connects with a top-rope knee drop! Wow! MJ could have busted Hawk open right there! MJ covers Hawk!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!…. TWOOOOOO!!!… THRRR–
Peters: But a kickout by Hawk!
Russillo: An impressive demonstration of just how resilient Hurricane Hawk can be. You may not like him, but you have to respect what he’s capable of doing in that ring.
Peters: Hawk’s vision seems somewhat impeded after the high knee drop from MJ. It may have grazed his eye area even though his forehead took the brunt of the impact. MJ now gets on top of Hawk, launching and connecting with a trifecta of of punches and slipping in a closed-fist hit to the side of his head before the referee forces him off of Hawk! MJ’s hot about this right now. MJ and the referee are having a little exchange before he turns his focus back to Hawk, standing him up on his feet, and he’s looking to lock him in the Cocaina Clutch! AND HE HAS IT APPLIED! Malcolm has the dreaded Cocaina Clutch tightly applied on Hurricane Hawk! Hawk is squirming, he’s flailing his arms around, but he’s got nowhere to go! He can’t get his legs under him!
Russillo: Hawk is gonna have to tap!
Peters: He just might! Hawk is writhing in pain as Malcolm has forced him to drop to one knee as he wrenches that Cocaina Clutch in even tighter. The referee repeatedly asks Hawk if he wants to submit, but Hawk is a trooper, and he’s not even entertaining the notion of giving in! Sooner or later, he’s going to pass out!
Russillo: What the hell??
Peters: Two men have ran down to the ringside area! IT’S ALISTAIR KINGSLEY AND CHARLES DAWSON WENTHINGTON! MJ HEARS THE CROWD REACTION AND IT CAUSES HIM TO BREAK THE COCAINA CLUTCH AS HE TURNS HIS BACK ON HAWK TO SET HIS ATTENTION ON THE TWO MEN! MJ BOUNCES OFF THE OTHER END OF THE ROPES AND HE CONNECTS WITH A CLOTHESLINE TO ALISTAIR KINGSLEY! THE CROWD IS WILD FOR MJ!
Russillo: Uh oh…
Peters: LEGACY CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE BY HAWK AS MALCOLM JONES TURNS AROUND! THE DISTRACTION BY THE WALL STREET JOURNAL ENABLED HAWK TO REGROUP AND FIND HIMSELF BEFORE HITTING THAT LEGACY CUTTER! THE WALL STREET JOURNAL FLEE BACK UP THE RAMP WHILE AN EXHAUSTED HAWK COLLAPSES OVER MJ FOR THE COVER!
Ref: ONEEEEE!!!!…. TWOOOO!!!!!…. THRRR–
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Headlines” by Drake hits as the fans see Hawk’s arm raised by the referee over the fallen Malcolm Jones, responding by serenading him with boos)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall, and new number one contender for the Light Heavyweight Championship… HURRICANEEEEE HAWKKKKKKK!!!!!
Peters: I don’t believe it! MJ had the match in the bag with that Cocaina Clutch, Hawk was about to tap if not pass out, and the Wall Street Journal showed up and STOLE this bout from Malcolm! The crowd is outraged, and they have valid reason to be after that farce we all just witnessed! Damn Hawk! Damn the Wall Street Journal!
Russillo: I don’t know about you, but to me that’s the name of the game! Wrestling is often about gamesmanship more than anything else and Hawk right there just mentally one-upped Malcolm Jones… If, in fact, he is involved with Alistair Kingsley and CDW and it wasn’t a rogue operation on the part of the WSJ.
Peters: But it was! Hawk was simply at the right place at the right time, the Wall Street Journal might be acting on behalf of Reginald Dampshaw III who they met up with earlier tonight, and we all know Reginald would rather die than to have to acknowledge MJ. These men may have just finally initiated themselves into the family and gained Reginald’s trust. That’s just my take on it. This wraps up this week’s edition of Resurgence. Tune in next week to witness the fallout of this debacle!
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