Obnoxiously Over the Top Narrator: The first automobile…
(The camera slowly fades in to show a picture of the first car, a Benz Patent Motor Car circa 1885)
Obnoxiously Over the Top Narrator: The first telephone…
(The screen then transitions to a picture of Alexander Graham Bell using a very early version of the telephone)
Obnoxiously Over the Top Narrator: The first television…
(The camera shows a picture of the first demonstration of the television, San Francisco, California circa 1927)
Obnoxiously Over the Top Narrator: The first computer…
(We’re shown an image of the ENIAC, the world’s first computer constructed in 1943)
Obnoxiously Over the Top Narrator: For over seven decades the world went without real innovation… UNTIL…
(A picture of Talib Bari appears on the screen)
Obnoxiously Over the Top Narrator: REEEEVOOOLT!
Talib Bari Voiceover: Are you ready?
(“The Jungle” by Zayde Wolf begins to play as the camera quickly cuts to black)
Far Less Obnoxious Narrator: AND NOW… REVOLT PRESENTS… OUR VERY FIRST MARQUEE EVENT… GRIER VERSUS ELITE!!
(The camera fades inside the Toyota Center where a big burst of purple and white pyro goes off. The camera pans around the arena, thousands on their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs. The camera focuses in on a few signs highlighting Chris Elite, Maximus Grier, Andrei Sokolova and Scott Diamond. Finally the camera settles in on the ringside area and the commentary booth where we’re met by a smiling James Peters and… bah gawd yes finally, a smiling Rich Russillo!)
James Peters: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYBODY AND WELCOME TO REVOLT 1: GRIER VS. ELITE!! YOU KNOW THE DEAL BY NOW, YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES… JAMES PETERS HERE WITH MY BROADCAST PARTNER RICH RUSSILLO, AND PARTNER… WE’VE HAD SOME UPS AND WE’VE HAD SOME DOWNS BUT WE’RE HERE… WE’VE FINALLY MADE IT… I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE IT!!
Rich Russillo: I WISH I HAD SOME TYPE OF QUIPPY COMEBACK FOR YOU PETERS, BUT I’M OVERCOME BY EXCITEMENT… I’M MENTALLY NOT CAPABLE OF COMING UP WITH ONE!! FOLKS I’M SURE YOU DON’T WANNA HEAR TWO MIDDLE AGED MEN TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT TONIGHT’S GONNA BE… YOU WANNA EXPERIENCE IT FOR YOURSELF, SO WITH THAT SAID, LET’S GET IT STARTED!!
(Camera fades into the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following contest scheduled for one fall… IS FOR THE REVOLT! PRO MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
(“No One is Untouchable” by Code Orange hits as Stone Murdock approaches the stage. He gives a good long look at the surroundings before continuing his way down the ramp)
Bella Braxton: Approaching the ring first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada… weighing in at 215 pounds… STOOOOONNEEEEE MUUURRRRDDDOOOOCCCCKKKKKK!!
James Peters: And one of these men, either Stone Murdock or Nobi aren’t just guaranteed to be the first Middleweight champion… they’re guaranteed to be the first champion of any kind ever in REVOLT! That’ll make for one hell of a trivia answer somewhere down the road.
Rich Russillo: And the loser also makes history…
(“Hair of The Dog” by Nazareth hits as Nobi smugly makes his way to the ring)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, currently residing in Seattle, Washington… weighing in at 215 pounds… NOOOOBBBBBBIIIIIIII!!
Rich Russillo: The new and self proclaimed improved Nobi is out now, a chance to be the first Middleweight champion. This new mean streak of his has taken him places he hasn’t been before, but can it take him all the way?!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: The bell rings and this contest to determine the first Middleweight Champion is officially underway. Nobi taking no time to step forward and invite Murdock to the middle of the ring, which Murdock slowly does. Nobi laughing as he raises his arm and offers the test of strength; Stone slowly lifting his arm up to Nobi’s – but Nobi with a kick to the stomach of Nobi! No, Murdock catches to boot and fires with a kick to the hamstring! Murdock follows with a forearm! European Uppercut! Nobi rocked back against the ropes as Stone grabs him by the arm and sends him across the ring with the irish whip! Nobi hits the rope and rebounds, looking for a clothesline, but Stone drops down and drives both feet into the right knee! Nobi’s leg kicked out from under him and he crashes chest first into the canvas, but Murdock isn’t finished, hitting the ropes and follows with a low dropkick to the side of the head! Nobi is stunned, but still has enough wherewithal to roll out of the ring and decides to take an early breather. The hint of a smile crossing the face of Stone as he stalks from the ring; what does the man have in mind? Stone hitting the ropes and begins to pick up some speed! Murdock looking to fly through the ropes and crash into Nobi! Nobi moves! But, Murdock sees it coming and stops himself. Murdock slingshots over the top rope and onto the apron – BEFORE FOLLOWING WITH A STIFF KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE JAW! Nobi drops down to the floor!
ONE!!… TWO!!… THREE!!… FOUR!!…
Rich Russillo: Stone stalks from the apron as Nobi pushes himself back up to his feet! Nobi is back up as Murdock shoots forward and leaps off the apron! Double Footstomp– No, Nobi ducks underneath and Murdock forced to save himself! Murdock lands on his feet – but, turns around straight into a standing bicycle kick from Nobi! Murdock is stunned as Nobi grabs him by the head and sends him crashing into those unforgiving steel steps! Those steps exploding apart from the impact for flesh meeting steel! Nobi dragging Murdock back up to his feet and sends him rolling back into the ring before making his way up onto the apron and beginning to head up to the top rope. Murdock trying to shake out the cobwebs as Nobi remains perched! Murdock back up as Nobi leaps! Blockbuster! Murdock driven back down to the canvas as Nobi shoots into the first cover in this contest!
ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… KICKOUT!!
James Peters: Murdock gets the shoulder up after two! Murdock looking to push himself back up to his feet, but Nobi keeps him grounded with a chinlock! Nobi is the stronger of the two and smartly uses his power advantage to overpower Murdock. Murdock still continues to fight; forcing himself back to a knee! Murdock fires with a shot to the ribs of Nobi! Murdock with another before shifting behind Nobi and into position! Murdock powers Nobi up into the air, looking for a back suplex – but Nobi flips back over and lands on his feet! Nobi with another standing bicycle kick! Discus Forearm! Murdock falls toward, but Nobi catches him, not looking him drop down to the canvas! Nobi locking Murdock by the neck, looking for that corkscrew neckbreaker! It connects – No, Murdock twisting out of it! Jumping High Knee! Nobi is rocked and Murdock powers him up into the firearm’s carry position! Ushigoroshi! Murdock dropping Nobi neck first across the knee! Nobi remains seated on the canvas as Murdock shoots back to his feet and hits the ropes – REBOUNDING WITH A SLIDING KNEE THAT CONNECTS FLUSH TO THE JAW! Murdock scoots in the cover and hooks the leg!
ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… KICKOUT!!
Rich Russillo: Nobi powers out!
James Peters: Murdock connected with a devastating knee to the jaw! Murdock already back to his feet and begins to stalk! Murdock takes a look out at the thousands in attendance and begins to call for the end! A dazed Nobi pushes himself back to a knee, looking to get back to that vertical base! Murdock reaches down and locks the wrist! Murdock looking for that major blow to take him down! NOBI is in a bad position! BAD RELIGION!! NO, NOBI DODGES OUT OF THE WAY AND DRIVES BOTH KNEES INTO THE SPINE WITH THE BACKSTABBER! The momentum flipping Murdock back over, but I think that’s where he wanted him! Nobi is back to his feet as shoots forward as Murdock pushes himself back to his feet! Running Dropkick! Murdock sent crashing back into the corner, but Nobi doesn’t slow down in the slightest! Nobi shoots across the ring and this time connects with a high knee! Nobi in the one motion floats over the top rope and onto the apron as Murdock stumbles out of the corner! Nobi is perched on the top rope and stalks as Murdock turns around – DIVING CLOTHESLINE! Murdock ducks underneath and Nobi is forced to roll through and shoot back up to his feet! SUPERKICK! You could hear the thud that that boot hitting jaw! Murdock pulls Nobi in! Murdock powers Nobi up, looking for a brainbuster – BUT, NOBI COUNTERS, TWISTING AND DROPPING BACK DOWN WITH A STUNNER! Nobi is already back to his feet and Murdock remains on his hands and knees! KNEE DROP! THE KNEE OF NOBI CONNECTING WITH THE BACK OF THE SKULL OF MURDOCK!
Rich Russillo: Nobi looking to go for the cover, but decides against it! Nobi wants to make sure that Murdock is going to stay down!! You can feel it in the air, James! I think we’re moments away from possible seeing the first champion crowned! Murdock’s back to his feet and Nobi fires with a kick to the stomach! Murdock drops down to a knee, but that’s as far as Nobi allows him to fall! Nobi pulls Murdock into position! Don’t tell me he’s actually going to pull it off! HERE IT COMES! GUN STUN!! NO, MURDOCK COUNTERS!! MURDOCK LOCKS THE WAIST AND DRIVES HIM INTO THE CORNER!! MURDOCK ROLLING BACK THROUGH!! POWER TRIP CONNECTS!! MURDOCK DOESN’T COVER, INSTEAD SHOOTING BACK TO HIS FEET AS NOBI STUMBLES BACK TO HIS!! NOBI’S BACK UP AND STAGGERS BACK INTO THE GRASP OF STONE MURDOCK!! HE HAS THE WRIST LOCKED — BAD RELIGION!!!!!! STONE MURDOCK WITH THAT KNEE TO THE JAW!!!! STONE MURDOCK COVERS!!!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“No One Is Untouchable” by Code Orange hits as Stone Murdock gets back to his feet and is presented with the Middleweight Championship.)
Bella Braxton: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… AND THE NEEEEEWWWWWW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!! STONE MUUUURRRRDDDOOOOCCCKK!!!!
Rich Russillo: AND JUST LIKE THAT WE HAVE CROWNED OUT FIRST MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION AT REVOLT 1!! CREDIT TO BOTH MEN, BUT STONE MURDOCK PROVING HE DESERVES TO BE THE FIRST MAN TO HOLD WHAT’S GOING TO BE ONE PRESTIGIOUS CHAMPIONSHIP!!
James Peters: Stone Murdock can certainly be proud!
(Stone Murdock celebrates up the ramp with his newly won championship before there’s a sudden roar from the thousands in attendance…)
Rich Russillo: WAIT A MINUTE… WHO THE?!
James Peters: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! THE PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL!! POP WITH A SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH TO THE JAW OF NOBI WHO HAD ONLY JUST GOT BACK TO HIS FEET!! THE PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL IS BACK AND BY GOD HE JUST FLOORED NOBI WITH THAT FOREARM!!
James Peters: BUT HE’S STILL NOT DONE… POP IS HERE TO MAKE A STATEMENT!! HE HEADS OVER TO THE RINGSIDE AREA WHERE HE GRABS A STEEL CHAIR AND BRINGS IT INTO THE RING WITH HIM… NOBI BEGINNING TO MAKE IT BACK TO HIS FEET… AND BAM!! A SHOT RIGHT ACROSS THE SKULL!! POP PLACES THE CHAIR DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, HE GRABS NOBI AGAIN, BRINGING BACK TO HIS FEET… AND OH NO!! LOOK, POP’S CALLING FOR IT!!… THE CROWN OF THORNS!! THE CROWN OF THORNS RIGHT ON TOP OF THE STEEL CHAIR, NOBI HAS BEEN DESTROYED!!
(The camera focuses on POP standing in the ring before the camera cuts elsewhere.)
(Camera fades backstage to the Blicky Boyz locker room where loud music can be heard playing and a huge entourage of people with a mix of Joneset and Elite Country shirts are seen gathered together shooting dice and playing cards, several henny bottles and red cups can be seen on the floor and beautiful women walking around. It continues moving through the room until it gets to a backroom, where just Malcolm Jones, Chris Elite, and Big Mike can be seen preparing for their upcoming match.)
Big Mike: This is it.. Y’all ready for this?
Malcolm Jones: Cmon slime I was born ready. We got this in the bag it’s just a matter of securing it at this point and I can’t wait.
Chris Elite: Facts. Beating Ryan Adams is my favorite past time, pause. So it’s only right to continue the tradition and this time get a title out of it. His washed up lackey Impact is a non-factor, I don’t know what he thinks he’s getting out of dickeating that man but all he’s getting tonight is a gift wrapped L. This should make a good warm up for when I body Maximum Queer for the welterweight championship.
Malcolm Jones: Impact is somebody I couldn’t give two fucks about just as the rest of the world doesn’t. DEDEDE is somebody I held in high regard but as made obvious on Resurgence and Rebellion, all that shit goes out of the window when it comes to winning that chip. I have no friends in that ring outside of Big Bloody Bhris, if the old man thinks I have any intent on holding back from running his fade and bodying him worse than I used to in the training sessions that made him realize I was a star, then he got another thing coming to him.
Chris Elite: It’s funny how shit switches around, you know it gotta eat that man’s soul that the guy he considered his protege ended up teaming up with the guy who made his life hell and defeated him in a high profile match. He can’t accept the fact that NYC dudes ain’t sitting around waiting from a handout for another man like he’s their daddy, we gonna get up and go get it regardless. Don’t worry about any bullshit he has to say about that, at the end of the day the choice you made will be proven to have been worth it when we have that tag team gold around our waist at the end of the night.
Malcolm Jones: You think I’m worried? Son I couldn’t give two fucks about what a hater gotta say. DEDEDE knows what it is and he knows I was too good of a prospect to run behind ANYBODY regardless of their status. I’m my own man now and over here at the Blicky Boyz we move on equal footing, it ain’t the “Bhris Bomplex” or the “Wave Complex”, it’s a mutual thing. I’m gonna show DEDEDE just how far I can get when I’m not running behind a man holding me back because he’s scared I’m going to surpass him. At the end of the night, I’ll be a champion and you’ll be a double champion. Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you something.
Chris Elite: What’s good?
Malcolm Jones: I know you’re gonna hate this but at the end of the day I’d rather you walk into that main event match in the best shape possible. So if you can let me cook tonight by showing DEDEDE and Impact that I can not only hang with a so called GOAT, but I can defeat them as well, that’d be great. At the end of the day we need you fresh for Maximum and I don’t wanna risk anything. Only if I absolutely need it I’ll tag you in alright?
Chris Elite: I respect the ambition and the vision… but I wouldn’t be God Given Greatness if I didn’t give it my all in every match I was in. I’ll tell you what tho.. I’ll let you be the anchor in our match but that’s all I can promise. Either way we’re walking out with them chips. Let’s get it.
Malcolm Jones: Esskettit.
(The camera fades out and then back in as it pans over to ringside)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will determine the number one contender to the Freeweight Championship!
(“This Could Be Anywhere In the World” by Alexisonfire hits as Madison Kaline makes her way down the ramp to boos from the audience)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 120 pounds…. MADISONNN KALINEEE!!!
Rich Russillo: Think Kaline’s got an edge against her opponents here tonight, Peters?
James Peters: I think it would be an uphill battle for her, but you never say never. She’s talented and she hopes to bring that talent to tonight’s Triple Threat.
(The lights dim before “Don’t Waste My Time” by Krept & Kronan hits, after the lights return to normal Lexi Sheckler makes her way down the ramp to a thunderous mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. Fog starts to form by her feet toward the end of her entrance down the ramp as she pauses for a moment before entering the ring)
Bella Braxton: From San Clemente, California, weighing in at 147 pounds… “THE BLACK LABEL” … LEXIIIII SHECKLERRR!!!
Rich Russillo: Some people say Lexi is the odds-on favorite to win this match. She certainly has an advantage in many areas. She just looks the part, Peters. She has the size and background of a champion.
James Peters: Well, fortunately size and appearance aren’t the only thing that dictates who the champions are going to be in this industry. Lexi definitely has a great chance of becoming something, but she’s going to need to seize that opportunity here tonight and not let herself get caught up in believing the hype.
(“Confident” by Demi Lovato blares over the speakers as an energetic, excited Kassidy Heart makes her way down the aisle playing to the fans, high-fiving many audience members along the way as she is serenaded by cheers)
Bella Braxton: And from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 120 pounds… “PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING’S SWEETHEART” … KASSSIDYYYY HEARRRTTT!!
James Peters: Kassidy Heart is definitely the fan favorite in this matchup and she’s on the prowl to carry that enthusiasm for her career into this matchup. She doesn’t have the imposing size and strength of maybe a Lexi Sheckler, but she embodies her last name: Heart.
Rich Russillo: And she’s gonna need a lot of it tonight.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Peters: This Triple Threat contest to determine the number one contender to the Freeweight Championship is underway! Kassidy Heart and Lexi Sheckler are quick to stare one another in the eyes, but Madison Kaline is stepping in from the corner! She refuses to be ignorant and CONNECTS with a slap to the face of both Lexi Sheckler and Kassidy Heart! You could hear the crowd ooh’ing and ahh’ing after that one, but it appears to have just pissed Sheckler and Heart off more than anything! The two women are briefly setting aside their differences, changing their focus to Madison Kaline who is starting to look timid knowing she’s about to get ganged… AND THEY GRAB MADISON KALINE BY THE BACK OF THE NECK, TOSSING HER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE MAT!
Russillo: Neither competitor has respect for Madison Kaline and that right there was a demonstration of that fact.
Peters: They both taunt Madison as her face hits the outside mat, but Lexi Sheckler doesn’t wait a moment to abandon this unlikely union as she connects with a Yakuza kick to the blind side of Kassidy Heart! Kassidy Heart slowly rises to her feet, but only to be met by a flurry of MMA-style elbows from Lexi Sheckler! Kassidy Heart is putting her arms up and trying to defend herself from Sheckler’s onslaught, but Sheckler’s like a tank out there, seemingly running over everything in her path as Sheckler continues to try and break through Kassidy Heart’s defenses with those punishing elbows! BUT KASSIDY HEART WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK SENDS LEXI SHECKLER DOWN TO THE MAT! I didn’t expect that from Kassidy, but she’s showing she’s more than a pretty face as she goes to bat against the imposing Lexi Sheckler.
Russillo: Lexi isn’t going to like that…
Peters: AND NOW A STANDING MOONSAULT BY KASSIDY HEART ONTO LEXI SHECKLER — BUT SHECKLER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY, AND KASSIDY HEART HITS NOTHING BUT MAT! Kassidy heart clutches at her ribs after taking that fall, but she doesn’t have any time to feel sorry for herself as Lexi immediately goes back on the offensive with more of those dreaded MMA-style elbows to the side of Kassidy Heart’s head! Kassidy Heart is grounded, but Lexi Sheckler doesn’t care, she’s taking advantage of a golden opportunity right now as she continues pounding away at Kassidy Heart with those clubbing elbows!
Russillo: Is that…
Peters: MADISON KALINE! Madison Kaline re-enters the ring, but Lexi Sheckler is completely unaware as she turns around and it’s Madison dashing forward with a clothesline, and it connects! But Madison’s clothesline wasn’t able to knock Lexi Sheckler off her feet, if anything it seemed to anger Sheckler more than anything, and Lexi by violently kneeing Madison Kaline in the midsection, hooking her in and now hoisting her up all the way back for something here! Madison’s about to take a big dive! AND LEXI SHECKLER CONNECTS WITH A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB ON MADISON KALINE! A HOOK OF THE LEG FROM LEXI SHECKLER TO TRY AND WIN THIS MATCH!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!…
Peters: But a forearm smash to break up the pin and separate Lexi from Madison Kaline! Kassidy Heart follows that forearm smash with a leg drop to the back of Lexi Sheckler’s neck, leaving her down and out for the first time in this match thus far! Kassidy Heart measures Lexi Sheckler, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Lexi is up a little bit and now it’s Kassidy Heart with a Shining Wizard! The Shining Wizard to Lexi Sheckler connects, laying her out! Kassidy heart with the pin on Lexi Sheckler!
Peters: But a kickout from Lexi Sheckler! Kassidy Heart couldn’t even get that to a two count despite mounting a good offensive attack on Lexi.
Russillo: Shows the kind of intimidating force Lexi Sheckler is.
Peters: Absolutely. Kassidy Heart rises to her feet after that failed pin attempt, trying to take Lexi Sheckler along with her, and I’m not sure that’s such a wise idea! Sheckler is up and she immediately begins trading blows! A hockey fight has broken out between these two women, an MMA style elbow delivered to Kassidy Heart followed by a foream from Kassidy Heart straight into the face of Lexi Sheckler! Another elbow, followed by another forearm from Kassidy Heart! Kassidy Heart is impressively managing to hold her own against Lexi Sheckler, but now Sheckler whips Kassidy Heart up against the turnbuckles! LEXI SHECKLER CHARGES FORWARD GOING FOR THE CORNER SPLASH ON KASSIDY HEART — BUT A DROP TOEHOLD SEES HER LANDING FACE-FIRST INTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!
Russillo: That’s exactly the kind of intelligence and ring awareness you need to cut a competitor like Lexi Sheckler down in size. Kassidy Heart is showing how fitting her last name is right now.
Peters: Lexi Sheckler is trying to shake off falling head-first against that turnbuckle, but it was kind of a nasty landing. Not sure it’s such a wise idea on the part of Lexi to be trying to get back to a vertical base so soon, but she’s a trooper and she wants to assert herself as a force to be reckoned with. Sheckler is holding her head but back up to her feet, and now Kassidy Heart sizes up Lexi from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX! That German Suplex connects and that isn’t going to help whatsoever in the way of Lexi’s state of mind, but what’s this?! Kassidy Heart didn’t bring that waist lock maneuvering as she took Lexi Sheckler down with the German Suplex, and she takes her back up and prepares for another! AND IT HITS! A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS ON LEXI SHECKLER! WHAT A MIRACULOUS TURNAROUND BY KASSIDY HEART TO DOWNSIZE LEXI SHECKLER! SHE STILL ISN’T LETTING GO AS SHE MUSTERS THE STRENGTH TO TAKE LEXI SHECKLER UP A THIRD TIME — BUT LEXI WITH AN ELBOW TO THE FACE OF KASSIDY HEART! HOW?! LEXI SHECKLER IS UNBELIEVABLE! AND KASSIDY HEART HITS THE GERMAN SUPLEX ANYWAY, RELEASING IT THAT TIME AS LEXI SHECKLER TAKES YET ANOTHER NASTY FALL ON HER HEAD!
Russillo: What a sequence right there. Any other women probably would have been down for the count, but not Lexi! Nevertheless, you can only survive in this environment taking that kind of punishment for so long!
Peters: Kassidy Heart with another cover of Lexi Sheckler after those Kassploder Plexes all connected! Hook of the leg!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!…
Peters: A kickout from Lexi Sheckler! Kassidy Heart is in shock. She doesn’t know what more she has to do to subdue Lexi Sheckler, but she’s going to have to dig deeper in her bag of tricks than that if she wants to get Lexi down for the count. Kassidy boldly grabs Lexi by the neck and takes her back to her feet, connecting with a forearm straight to the mouth of Sheckler! BUT A HEART PUNCH BY LEXI SHECKLER TO KASSIDY! KASSIDY STAGGERS BACK FROM THE FORCE OF THAT PUNCH, AND NOW LEXI GOING FOR THE STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI! THAT KICK TO THE HEAD OF KASSIDY HEART — NO! KASSIDY HEART DUCKS UNDER THE ATTEMPTED STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI, THROWING LEXI SHECKLER FACE-FIRST INTO THE MAT ON THE FOLLOW-THROUGH! WOW! KASSIDY HEART HAS THROWN THE KITCHEN SINK AT LEXI SHECKLER AND LEXI HASN’T BEEN ABLE TO RESPOND NEARLY AS MUCH AS SHE WOULD LIKE!
Russillo: Lexi’s saving grace definitely seems to be in her pain tolerance. She can withstand all of this without being much worse for wear. That’s the mark of a well-conditioned body.
Peters: Kassidy Heart doesn’t want to let this opportunity go to waste, connecting with multiple boot stomps to the shoulder and neck of Lexi Sheckler. Kassidy Heart is trying to put Lexi Sheckler out of commission, and that’s a tall task for anybody! Kassidy wants to punch her ticket as number one contender to the Freeweight Championship right now, and a Standing Moonsault by Kassidy Heart! IT CONNECTS! But Kassidy doesn’t bother going for the pin, immediately rising to her feet and racing toward the ropes, climbing onto the apron and up atop the turnbuckles! Is Kassidy going to do what I think she’s going to do?
Russillo: Kassidy trying to end it right here!
Peters: MADISON KALINE IS BACK UP! MADISON KALINE IS BACK UP AFTER TAKING THAT CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB FROM LEXI SHECKLER, SHE’S RE-ENTERING THE FOLD AND SHE’S GOT WICKED INTENTIONS ON THE MIND! BUT KASSIDY HEART SEES HER AND IMMEDIATELY DIAGNOSES THE SITUATION, SHIFTING HER FOCUS AND LEAPING FROM THE TOP ROPE! TOP ROPE O-FACE! THE HEART ATTACK CONNECTS AND MADISON KALINE IS ABSOLUTELY LAID OUT! INCAPACITATED! KASSIDY IS GOING TO GO FOR THE COVER AND WIN THIS THIN–LEXI! LEXI SHECKLER IS RIGHT BACK UP AND THE UNSUSPECTING KASSIDY HEART TURNS AROUND! ROUNDHOUSE KICK! SHECKLER CHOOSES TO PIN MADISON KALINE AFTER BOTH OPPONENTS ARE LAID OUT! HOOK OF THE LEG!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!…. THRRRR–
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Don’t Waste My Time” by Krept & Kronan hits as the referee raises Lexi Sheckler’s arm victoriously)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… And NEW number one contender to the Freeweight Championship… LEXIIII SHECKLERRR!!!!!
Russillo: Lexi Sheckler just went out and did it tonight. Kassidy Heart surprisingly managed to get a majority of the offense but I feel like, personally, Lexi was more taken off guard than anything. By the end of the match she regained her senses and capitalized on a favorable situation. These people may not like it, but it doesn’t matter — Lexi Sheckler is a winner.
Peters: She exhibited that tonight for thousands of fans in attendance to witness. She’s on the fast track to becoming a household name here in REVOLT as the new number one contender to the Freeweight Championship!
(Stone Murdock is shown backstage sitting on a bench locking down at his newly won Middleweight Championship talking to himself)
Stone Murdock: I fucking did it. Everything led to this moment and you’re finally in my posession where you belong. You make it all worth it. Years of hardship and pain, years of suffering going through hell and back. FINALLY some justice. THAT is what happens when I stop relying on faith and take matters into my own hands..
(Footsteps can be heard approaching as a shadow becomes visible glooming over Stone, a hand can then be seen touching his shoulders as Stone jumps up surprised and gets into this individuals face)
Stone Murdock: What the hell are you doing here?
(Prince of Phenomenal appears in the frame with a smirk on his face)
Prince of Phenomenal: Nice championship you got there. It’s going to look even better around my waist, keep it warm for me will ya?
Stone Murdock: You might as well switch divisions or something, this championship will be mine for a very long time and there is not a soul on this Earth with the ability to take it from me. You had a cute little return moment sticking your business where it didn’t belong but let’s get this straight, I didn’t want or need you out there trying to steal my thunder. I do not owe you a damn thing. If I owe you any type anything its an asswhooping for trying to overshadow MY moment.
Prince of Phenomenal: Your moment? Don’t make me laugh, kid. Nobody gave a shit about your match until I made my grand return and breathed some life into that building. You could hear a pin drop during that match with Nobi. Let’s be honest, you’ve gotten this far off of a technicality, you are not the rightful champion and the only reason you’ve made it this far was because of A. a lack of competition and B. I wasn’t around to claim what should have been mine. So enjoy that short window you have as champion because soon these people will be blessed with a champion they can actually believe in. A champion who has proven his worth in this industry time and time again. A champion who is…… wait for it…… PHENOMENAL. See what I did there?
Stone Murdock: Cute.. but nobody told you to get your ass kicked and put on the shelf by Nobi now did they? If you don’t think I’m not the deserving champion that’s your opinion I can’t hold that against you, everybody has an opinion. But not everybody has THIS.
(Stone Murdock holds his championship high in the air)
Stone Murdock: So I tell you what, you win one of these and then maybe I’ll give a shit about what your old ass has to say about me. Until then, watch from the sidelines.
Prince of Phenomenal: Oh I absolutely plan to… sooner than you think.
Stone Murdock: Well I’m sure the welterweight division will be glad to hear this news. Now if you’ll excuse me.
(Stone walks off brushing shoulders with POP as POP looks on with a determined expression)
(A recap of the events that transpired on last week’s Resurgence is shown on the titantron. It highlights Impact’s match with Chris Elite before Malcolm Jones interfered, attacking Impact and causing a disqualification in the process. The Blicky Boyz are shown standing tall over Liquid Swords, Chris Elite connecting with a steel chair shot to the head of Mr. DEDEDE before Elite hits the Box Office Smash on Impact followed by a C-Note from Malcolm Jones. The recap fades after the image of Liquid Swords laid out is seen)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… And is for the Tag Team Championships!
(“I Am A God” by Kanye West hits as black and white lights overtake the screen, a brief moment of pause before Impact comes out to a roar of boos from the crowd, before the lights flicker to red as Mr. DEDEDE comes out to equally deafening boos from the capacity audience before the lights return to normal. DEDEDE, wearing his Newaza “Eye in the Sky” rashguard and matching tights, surveys the crowd with a hawk’s gaze. Impact closes his eyes for multiple moments before reopening them as Liquid Swords enter the ringside area)
Bella Braxton: Making their way down to the ring first, at a combined weight of 480 pounds, they are the team of Impact and Mr. DEDEDE…. LIQUIDDDD SWORDSSS!!!!!
Peters: Listen to the boos filling the arena, Russillo! This is audience is officially witness to greatness, but if this reaction is any indication, there’s no love lost between the crowd and Liquid Swords!
Russillo: They grudgingly acknowledge just how good these two wrestlers are, how decorated they’ve been, and the gravitas that accompany their mere appearance. But tonight it seems they’re hoping for a similar result as what occurred on this past week’s Resurgence: Liquid Swords one-upped by The Blicky Boyz!
(“Gummo” by 6IX9INE plays over the loud speakers. The Joneset as well as members of Chris Elite’s entourage all join Tekashi69, Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite. The audience roars cheers of approval for the Blicky Boyz and Tekashi69, with Malcolm Jones making his way down the aisle wearing his “The Wave” t-shirt before taking it off and throwing it in the crowd, followed shortly thereafter by Chris Elite. They begin high-fiving and hyping up the crowd along the way before entering the ring and staring Liquid Swords in their eyes)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 440 pounds… They are the team of Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite… THE BLICKYYYY BOYZZZZ!!!!
Russillo: The Blicky Boyz have come into tonight’s match mentally razor sharp and laser focused! These are two young men from New York who relate in a lot of ways, and have been able to bounce their energy off of each other – very similar to how iron sharpens iron! These two aren’t walking in here scared, there’s no perspiration on their foreheads, no sweat on their brow, all you see on their faces is CONFIDENCE!
Peters: They’ve got the fans on their side and they want to capitalize on the momentum they gained from beating Liquid Swords to a pulp on Resurgence. It looked like Malcolm and Chris Elite were going to face consequences for their actions, but they flipped the script on Liquid Swords and defeated them at their own game. Is tonight a different night, or is the path being paved for The Blicky Boyz to reign supreme as the inaugural Tag Team Champions in REVOLT?
( DING! DING! DING! )
Russillo: The long awaited, highly anticipated bout between two teams comprising of four individuals who have enough personality and ability to make up for entire locker rooms of most wrestling promotions! The iconic Impact, the legendary Mr. DEDEDE, both men who have been a staple in the mainstream wrestling scene for over a decade now stand in the ring together discussing who will start off this match … which I imagine is a lot like deciding which nuclear bomb you want to start a war with! As for the Blicky Boyz, Malcolm Jones has made it clear he will shoulder the load in this contest to maximize Chris Elite’s chances of success! AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS? MALCOLM JONES WILL BE STARTING THIS THING OFF WITH THE MAN WHO HAS MENTORED HIM FROM THE VERY BEGINNING, MR. DEDEDE!
Peters: Malcolm Jones and Mr. DEDEDE close in on each other with a fire in their eyes, circling the ring and briefly slapping hands before engaging in the collar & elbow tie up! There’s no overstating the history these two have, as Mr. DEDEDE seeks to gain the upper hand by snatching in a side headlock. DDD is making his REVOLT! Pro Combat debut in this match, but I doubt there’s a man dead or a live who knows the wrestling ring more than him, and he may very well know Malcolm Jones like the back of his hand! MJ struggles out of the headlock by prying DDD’s hands apart and snatches the wrist to wrench the arm, but DDD prys Malcolm’s grip away and does a standing hammerlock switch, only to drive MJ straight into the corner and seek a schoolboy roll up! But MJ HOLDS HIMSELF IN PLACE USING THE CORNER ROPES! Now he springs off the middle turnbuckle for the SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! NOBODY HOME, DDD DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY! DDD FOLLOWS UP WITH AN ELBOW DROP! MJ TWIRLS OUT OF IT, CAUSING DDD TO HIT NOTHING BUT MAT, AND AS HE RUSHES UP MJ SWINGS A WILD KICK TO THE SIDE OF DDD’S HEAD! DDD does a combat roll to evade that, rushes back up and is BLASTED WITH A GUNSHOT-LOUD RUNNING KNEE TO THE CHEST, SENDING DDD FLYING ACROSS THE RING!
Russillo: That sent DDD near his partner, and the audience appears to be quite astonished by the sound and impact of that knee strike from Malcolm! That attack certainly didn’t tickle, and DDD’s looking up at Malcolm Jones who’s got a few taunting gestures for his old mentor, non-verbally offering some more where that came from! DDD brushes himself off and moves in, taking heed to Impact’s words of encouragement and this time he dips for the waist, applying a rear waistlock… Malcolm Jones is again trying to muscle out of it, and he manages to get the standing switch of his own to counter the waistlock with his own. DDD stomps on the boot of MJ, and clocks back and elbow that hits the jaw! MJ still manages to maintain a hold of the wrist just as DDD looks to move forward, and DDD smoothly slides to his back before hitting a lifting kick to the top of a doubled over MJ’s head, freeing the grip! DDD spins on his back like a top to face MJ and kips up to his feet, only to deliver a big time LEAPING FOREARM to MJ! MJ goes staggering into the ropes, but MJ manages to rush back at DDD for a forearm of his own! DDD quickly replies with a closed fist shot this time, ONLY FOR MJ TO PROMPTLY DELIVER A LOUD UPPERCUT! DDD OUT OF ANGER GRABS MJ TO HIT A HEADBUTT, SMASHING HIS HEAD INTO THE NOSE! MALCOLM JONES DOUBLES OVER IN PAIN, AND A BIG KICK HITS THE FACE FROM DDD! MJ goes retreating in the corner, and DDD follows up with a couple of precise blows to the body, including a SICKENING rib punch that is bound to leave behind a welt! DDD sends MJ into the corner of his own team with an Irish whip, and IMPACT FIRES OFF WITH A FOREARM FROM THE APRON! MJ’s rocked by that, and DDD follows up by catching the rear waistlock and bringing MJ forward back into Impact where he delivers ANOTHER RIGHT HAND! DDD FOLLOWS IT UP WITH THE WHEELBARRELL ROLL UP PIN, WITH A HOOK OF THE TIGHTS!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWWWWWWWW-
Peters: MJ KICKS OUT RIGHT AT TWO! Chris Elite has some choice words for the official, making his grievances known with some very vocal complaints! DDD and MJ recover, and DEDEDE RUSHES FOR A WILD CLOTHESLINE! MJ MANAGES TO DUCK UNDERNEATH THE ARM AND SENDS IMPACT OFF THE APRON WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW! DDD redirects back to Malcolm Jones with another running clothesline attempt – but MJ CATCHES THE ONCOMING ARM WITH A BIG BOOT! DDD’S STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS HOLDING THE BICEP, AND GETS TAKEN DOWN BY A RUNNING SWINGING NECKBREAKER! MALCOLM JONES FOLLOWS UP WITH A HOOK OF THE LEG!
Russillo: DDD kicks out! DDD’s already back to his feet but is staggering into the ropes, and Jones continues to poke the bear by issuing the “come hither” motion with his hands, egging DDD on to charge at him – and DDD FOLLOWS SUIT, RAGING LIKE A MAD BULL AND SPRINTING AT MJ, JUST FOR MJ TO CATCH DDD ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! MJ rushes to his own corner, where Chris Elite tags himself in, and CHRIS STEPS UP ON THE SECOND ROPE TO DELIVER A CRUSHING FOREARM TO THE RIBS! NOW CHRIS RUSHES TO THE TOP ROPE, PERHAPS FOR A DOUBLE TEAM MANEUVER – BUT IMPACT RUSHES IN THE RING TO DRAG DDD OFF OF MJ’S SHOULDERS ….. CHRIS ELITE WTH A DOUBLE DROPKICK SEND THE LIQUID SQUARDS FLYING IN STEREO, WITH IMPACT FLYING OUT OF THE RING AND DDD BEING TURNED INSIDE OUT, CRASHING INTO THE ROPES … BUT MJ SCRAPES DDD UP AS CHRIS ELITE RUSHES BACK TO ANOTHER PART OF THE APRON, AND MJ HOISTS HIS MENTOR ONTO HIS SHOULDERS FOR THE POWERBOMB… TO DELIVER THE BODEGA BOMB!!!!!!!! SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK BY CHRIS ELITE, CONVERTED TO THE SITOUT POWERBOMB BY MALCOLM JONES! MJ QUICKLY DIPS OUT OF THE RING WHILE CHRIS GOES FOR THE COVER!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THRRRRRRRRRR-
Peters: Mr. DEDEDE somehow manages to kick out! It hasn’t been an easy going so far for Mr. DEDEDE by any stretch of the imagination, we’ve seen him a lot more resourceful and responsive in situations like these, but being able to kick out of a premiere tandem finishing attack from the Blicky Boyz gives you just a taste of what Mr. DEDEDE’s all about. You won’t find another man in this business able who can take as much punishment and continue to perform at an elite level, but there’s a reason why he has all of the accolades that he has! As for Chris Elite, tonight is an evening of ultimate opportunity for this young man who is looking to clamp down as much as he can on every opening he can find, hence the snapped in rear chinlock he’s got applied on his opponent and long time rival!
Chris Elite: READY FOR L NUMBER TWO RYAN ADAMS?
Russillo: Chris Elite taking his fair share of smack, but the confidence must remain if he wishes to go the distance and make it out of this night – potentially – with two championships under his belt. DDD’s fighting his way up, with Elite still giving the hold all he’s got, even willing to convert in a side headlock… BUT IT LOOKS LIKE DDD’S OPTING TO CHEAP SHOT HIS WAY OUT OF IT BY JAMMING HIS FINGERS INTO THE EYE SOCKETS OF ELITE! The official gives out an admonishment, and DDD scurries over to the corner to tag Impact into this match! Chris is holding his eyes in pain, and even though it’s his mentor MJ is making his disapproval known to both DDD and the ref! CHRIS ELITE IS TAKEN ON HIS BACK!!!!! IMPACT’S GOING FOR THE FINISHING KILL, LOOKING FOR THE WALLS OF IMPACT ALREADY, BUT CHRIS IS FIGHTING OUT OF IT WITH EVERYTHING HE’S GOT, BECAUSE HE KNOWS AS WELL AS ANYONE ELSE THAT IF IMP GETS THE LIONTAMER GOING THERE’S NOWHERE ELSE TO GO FROM THERE! IMPACT IS LOOKING TO TURN HIM OVER ……. AANDDD….. ELITE REELS IMPACT IN WITH A SMALL PACKAGE PIN!
Peters: IMPACT KICKS OUT! The two scramble for their feet, with Chris Elite using the ropes to recover – but DDD FROM RINGSIDE TRIPS CHRIS ELITE ONTO HIS FACE BY YANKING THE LEGS, AND IMP DELIVERS A RUNNING ELBOW DROP! The official again admonishes DDD, and DDD replies backing away and playing coy as if he did nothing wrong… meanwhile Impact grabs Elite by his face and is doubled over looking to spew words of venom and hate, face to face, to a still reeling Chris Elite – but ELITE FIRES OFF WITH AN UPPERCUT! IMP LOOKS TO STRIKE BACK, BUT IS CLOCKED WITH A RIGHT HAND! Imp retreats, and Chris goes after him – only to be hit with a quadriceps kick from the resourceful Impact, and as Chris Elite is stopped in his tracks, Imp begins to tee off with pure spite on his face, hammering away punches into the head of Chris Elite! Imp follows up LOOKING FOR A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER! BUT ELITE FIGHTS OUT OF IT, WRESTLING HIMSELF OUT OF THE UNDERHOOK AND COUNTERING WITH THE BACK BODY DROP! IMPACT LANDS ON HIS FEET, RUNS TO THE ROPES, AND HITS A SPRINGBOARD DROPKI– NO ELITE RUSHES RIGHT AFTER HIM, AND CATCHES IMPACT WITH HIS LEGS PROPPED UP WHILE HE’S DANGLING FROM THE TOP ROPE! Elite turns around to adjust his position, perhaps looking for an Alabama slam!!! But Impact manages to send Elite spinning and catches him with the sunset flip pinning cradle!
Peters: LOOK AT THAT!!!! IN PURE BRILLIANCE, IMPACT COVERTS THE SUNSET FLIP PIN INTO THE WALLS OF IMPACT!!!!!!! WHAT A SEAMLESS TRANSITION, CHRIS ELITE DIDN’T EVEN REMOTELY SEE IT COMING! NOW ELITE IS BEING PUSHED TO A PAIN THRESHOLD, AND IT BEGS THE QUESTION: HOW MUCH ARE YOU GOING TO ALLOW THIS MATCH TO TAKE OUT OF YOU? HOW LONG WILL CHRIS ELITE BE WILLING TO ENDURE A SUBMISSION THAT HAS ENDED MANY A MATCH, WHEN HE KNOWS HE’S STILL GOT THE MAIN EVENT TO REMAIN PREPARED FOR?
Russillo: I think that’s weighing on the mind of Malcolm Jones, and MJ decides he isn’t gonna take it anymore! MJ springs over the ropes and meets Impact with an assortment of punches! Impact battles back, sending away body shots while MJ delivers ferocious rights and lefts straight for the head! IMPACT WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! MJ’S RATTLED …. BUT MJ STILL MANAGETS TO FIRE BACK BY DELIVERING A SPIN KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! LOOK AT THIS!!! IN COMES MR. DEDEDE WITH THE SPINNING BACKFIST!!!!! NOBODY HOME, MJ DUCKS THAT AND MANAGES TO TAKE BOTH IMPACT AND DEDEDE OVER THE ROPES AND OUTSIDE OF THE RING WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! PURE EXCELLENCE, MALCOLM JONES CLEANING HOUSE WHILE THE LIQUID SWORDS RECOVER IN SHAMBLES!
Peters: DOESN’T LOOK LIKE MJ’S DONE EITHER! HE’S WILLING CHRIS ELITE BACK UP TO HIS FEET AS QUICKLY AS HE CAN WHILE LIQUID SWORDS ARE RECOVERING DOWN AT RINGSIDE … AND THE BLICKY BOYZ RUN THE ROPES, CHARGE ACROSS THE RING, CHRIS ELITE SHOOTS THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!!!! MJ LEAPS OVER THE ROPES WITH A “VINTAGE” DEDEDE TOPE CON HILO!!!! MJ TAKES DOWN HIS MENTOR WITH HIS VERY OWN DIVING MOVE, AND CHRIS ELITE SENDS IMPACT CRASHING INTO THE BARRIER! OH DEAR GOD IMP’S HEAD SMACKED AGAINST THE BARRIER, AND HE JUST PLOPS TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR, HE MIGHT HAVE SUFFERED HEAD TRAUMA! The Blicky Boyz are jumping for joy after their beautifully executed high flying moves! This audience is eating up every bit of it, and the Blicky Boyz start hi-fiving the ecstatic front row fans and are practically jumping out of their skin with excitement! But the match sure as heck isn’t over yet, with Liquid Swords this thing won’t be over until the bell is rung … however Chris Elite manages to send Impact back into the ring and go for a cover after the well deserved mini-celebration! Could this be all she wrote?
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Russillo: IMPACT KICKS OUT! Chris Elite nods his head as if to say he knows damn well who he’s dealing with, and he knows enough to know that it’s gonna take more to completely finish a man who is well known for being the ‘Quintessential Champion’ … Elite goes over to his corner and starts tuning up the band, stomping away and waiting for Impact to recover fully, perhaps so he can deliver the move that’s made him famous! It’s put asses in seats nationwide, a real thriller, he’s going for the BOX!!!!!!! OFFICE!!!!!!!!! SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peters: IMPACT DUCKS UNDER THE ONCOMING BOOT AND COUNTERS WITH THE ROLL UP – BUT INSTEAD OF A PIN, AND CHRIS ELITE ROLLS THROUGH THE ROLL UP TO GET UP TO HIS KNEES, AND IMPACT FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH A LOW SUPERKICK!!! CHRIS CATCHES THE BOOT, RUSHES UP TO HIS FEET AND DELIVERS A DRAGONSCREW LEGWHIP! IMPACT GOES DOWN, AND CHRIS FOLLOWS UP WITH A CARTWHEEL INTO AN ELBOW DROP! Chris rushes to Malcolm Jones and tags him in, and MJ somersault springs into the ring, runs the ropes perpendicular to Impact, and CHRIS ELITE RICOCHETS OFF THE ROPES IN FRONT OF IMPACT INTO A BASEMENT DROPKICK!!! BLICKY BOYZ FINISH THE ‘RUN THE FACE’ SEQUENCE WITH A BODY SPLASH BY MJ! A cover! But MJ hops back to his feet as the referee slides down, laughing at the ref before turning back to Impact and delivering a BEAUTIFUL STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!! INTO THE HOOK OF BOTH LEGS!!!!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO-
Russillo: MR. DEDEDE DRAGS MALCOLM JONES OFF OF IMPACT FROM RINGSIDE, AND DRAGS MJ ONTO THE RING APRON! DDD STARTS FIRING AWAY WITH A BALLISTIC ASSAULT OF PUNCHES TO HIS OWN FORMER STUDENT IN TRAINING! MJ can hardly defend himself, but Chris Elite looks to step in here – only to be met by the referee who wishes to hold him back from intervening! DDD continues to fire away with punches, with MJ barely being able to defend himself due to being caught off guard! Elite drops down from the apron and sprints around the ring, and just before he can break up the assault DDD starts to retreat! BUT ELITE IS GOING AFTER DDD NOW, DDD’S LEADING HIM ON A GOOSE CHASE AND DDD TURNS A COUPLE CORNERS BEFORE SLINDING INTO THE RING FRANTICALLY! Chris Elite follows DDD into the ring and CHARGES at The Gawd, ONLY FOR DDD TO COUNTER WITH AN OVER-THE-SHOULDER FLAPJACK INTO THE ROPES!!! Elite stumbles back, only for DDD TO FOLLOW UP WITH A CORKSCREW CROSSBODY!!! AND IMPACT SPRINGS OFF THE ROPES, FOLLOWING UP WITH THE LIONSAULT!!! “FLIGHT SIGHTS” CONNECTS RIGHT INTO ELITE!!!
Peters: DEDEDE scrapes Chris Elite off the canvas and chucks him through the ropes, with Elite landing hard on the ringside mat! Impact meanwhile directs his attention to the recovering MJ who is on the apron wiping blood off of his bottom lip after eating an assortment of punches from Mr. DEDEDE, and Impact leans over the ropes to drag him up by his head, delivering very slow but calculated hammer fists into the head – but MJ COUNTERS WITH A STUN-GUN INTO THE TOP ROPE! Imp drops to the mat, giving MJ enough time to gather his bearings! Malcolm Jones showing fantastic ring awareness, and it’s enough to knock even the great Impact off track albeit not for long, right now Impact is beginning to shake the effects of that facebuster into the ropes and he’s coming right back after MJ…. Imp steps over the ropes again and takes a more aggressive grab at the head of Malcolm Jones, BUT JONES DELIVERS A BEAUTIFUL PELE KICK OVER THE ROPES FROM THE APRON, LEAVING IMP PLANTED! NOW MALCOLM JONES IMMEDIATELY HOPS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, SHAKING OFF THE COBWEBS BUT STILL VERY MUCH WITH HIS HEAD IN THE GAME… AN UNSUSPECTING IMPACT IS LOOKING UP AT THE LIGHTS, AND MALCOLM JONES LEAPS OFF THE TOP WITH THE 5!!!!!!!! STAR!!!!!!! SWAG!!!!!! SPLASH!!!!!!!! SPLIT LEGGED FROG SPLASH CONNECTS!!!!
Russillo: CONNECTS RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS! IMPACT MAKES THE LAST SECOND DODGE, AND MJ GETS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! HE HITS THE MAT SO HARD, HE BOUNCES OFF OF IT AND IS TURNED INSIDE OUT ….. MEANWHILE A SPAGHETTI-LEGGED IMPACT STUMBLES OVER TO MR. DEDEDE TO TAG HIM IN! MALCOLM JONES’ MOMENTUM AND MOMENTUM ALONE HAS HIM BACK ON HIS FEET, BANG!!!! EVISCERATION!!!!!! CODEBREAKER HAS MALCOLM JONES STRAIGHTENED UP AND BACKING INTO THE ROPES, WITH THE LIGHTS ARE ON BUT NOBODY HOME …. AND MALCOLM VERY MUCH UNCONSCIOUSLY STUMBLES FORWARD — INTO A SPEEEEEEEEEEAR!!!! MR. DEDEDE DRILLS THROUGH MALCOLM JONES WITH THE SPEAR!!!!!! AND HE FOLLOWS UP WITH A HOOK OF THE LEG, WHILE IMPACT DOGPILES ON TOP OF CHRIS ELITE AS HE ATTEMPTS TO ENTER THE RING!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Peters: JONES!!!!!!!!! KICKS!!!!!!! OUT!!!!!!!
( The audience becomes UNGLUED, and the camera fixates on the shocked expression of Mr. DEDEDE, as well as the look of astonishment on the face of Impact. )
Russillo: HOLY HELL, AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, AS LONG AS I’VE BEEN WATCHING THIS SPORT, I HAVE NEVER SEEN A MAN DO WHAT MALCOLM JONES JUST DID! HE JUST KICKED OUT OF THE TWO MOST EFFECTIVE ATTACKS IN WRESTLING HISTORY, AFTER TAKING THEM SIMULTANEOUSLY! IMPACT’S REVERED EVISCERATION, AND MR. DEDEDE’S FEARED SPEAR! MANY HAVE FALLEN TO BOTH MOVES, BUT NEITHER OF THEM WERE ENOUGH FOR THE HARLEM NATIVE! MALCOLM JONES FREAKING CAME TO PLAY!
Peters: Both DDD and Impact have well over a decade’s worth of experience on the major stage, yet you can tell by their faces neither of them have ever seen anything quite like this! Impact and DDD exchange looks with each other, and Impact uses the ropes to pull himself up – ONLY FOR CHRIS ELITE TO STEP UP TO THE MIDDLE ROPE FROM THE APRON, LOOKING FOR A DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!! DDD’S RUSHING TO IMPACT’S AID, WHICH IS SOMETHING I NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE SAYING AFTER ALL THE YEARS THEY’VE BEEN RIVALS, BUT DDD AND IMPACT HAVE BAILED EACH OTHER OUT OF BAD SITUATIONS SEVERAL TIMES IN THIS MATCH, AND DDD’S BAILING IMP OUT OF A POTENTIALLY CAREER THREATENING SITUATION! IMPACT HAS ENOUGH TIME TO SEND BACK ELBOWS INTO THE FACE OF ELITE, AND CHRIS IS FORCED TO RELEASE THE WAIST LOCK FROM BEHIND! Impact rushes onto the apron himself now, waiting for a disoriented Elite to turn towards Imp, and IMPACT RUSHES ACROSS THE APRON TO CHARGE AT CHRIS ELITE FOR THE EVISCERATI— BANG!!!!!!! BOX!!!!!!! OFFICE!!!!!!!! SMASH!!!!!!!!!!! CHRIS ELITE TURNS IMPACT INSIDE OUT WITH A DEVASTATING SUPERKICK, RIGHT HERE ON THE APRON! DDD CHARGES AT ELITE, BUT CHRIS ELITE DELIVERS A STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI OVER THE ROPES TO SEND DDD AWAY! CHRIS ELITE CLIMBS UP THE TURNBUCKLE WITH JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING HE’S GOT, KNOWING FULL WELL THE FATE OF THIS MATCH, AND THE REVOLT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS IS ALL IN HIS HANDS… CHRIS IS UP TOP — BIG BOOT!!! MR. DEDEDE IMMEDIATELY SPRINTS TO HIS FEET AND SENDS CHRIS ELITE FLYING OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND COLLAPSING HARD DOWN ON THE STEEL STEPS, LANDING DAMN NEAR ON HIS HEAD ON THOSE STEEL RING STAIRS BEFORE WIPING OUT AT RINGSIDE IN FRONT OF THEM!
Russillo: CLUTCH. And if you know Mr. DEDEDE’s career, you know clutch is in his middle freaking name; the man just finds the absolutely perfect spot to hit the perfect move, he’s as cold blooded as they come! But now DDD ignites with a ferocious demeanor and a fire in his eyes, and he backs up to the turnbuckle far away from the corner Chris Elite was just knocked off of… and Chris Elite, despite being in a world of hurt, is still stirring after taking such a nasty fall from the turnbuckle as a courtesy of that big boot! But it looks like DDD’s got his sights set… AND DDD’S GOT IT IN HIS MIND, HE’S GONNA GO FOR THE “VINTAGE” DEDEDE, AND VERY WELL MAY ATTEMPT TO CLEAR THE RINGPOST WHILE DOING IT!!! CHRIS ELITE’S JUST ABOUT UP TO ONE KNEE, DDD’S DAMN NEAR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LIKE A RABID DOG!!! AND HE TAKES OFF —
Peters: BUCK 50!!!!!!!!!! MALCOLM JONES FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A TORNADO FACEBUSTER DRILLING MR. DEDEDE FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!!!!!! JUST EPIC! I MEAN JUST EPIC! JONES DELIVERED THAT WITH AUTHORITY, AND HE COLLAPSES OVER DDD WITH A COVER! IMPACT HAS NOT RECOVERED!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! ANDDDDDDDD-
Russillo: DDD!!! KICKS!!! OUT!!!!
Peters: I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS MATCH SO FAR, WHAT A SHOWDOWN BETWEEN TWO OF THE GREATEST WHO’VE EVER DONE IT AGAINST TWO OF THE GREATEST CURRENTLY DOING IT! GENERATIONS CLASH, AND IN THE RING ARE BOTH STUDENT AND TEACHER – BOTH SPENT, BOTH COMPLETELY SPENT, AND BOTH OF IN DESPERATE NEED TO TAG OUT TO THEIR PARTNER!
Russillo: Malcolm Jones has more in him, but not by much! DDD is virtually out cold, but Malcolm Jones can only stir … but Chris Elite is back on the apron, which to me is a miracle considering how nasty that fall was from the top rope down to ringside, he could have easily been taken out of commission for the match, or hell for the night, but he’s still pressing on knowing how important this match is to the both of them! Mr. DEDEDE begins to drag himself over to his own corner where Impact is seated in a daze. Impact is pretty much down to his last bar of energy, but DDD’s on auto-pilot on this point! DDD and MJ draw nearer to their respective partners ……. time is ticking for the both of them …… and MJ MAKES THE TAG!!!! NOW DDD MAKES THE TAG!!! IMPACT AND ELITE BOTH ENTER THE RING AT THE SAME TIME, BUT IMPACT SPRINTS OVER AS QUCIKLY AS HE CAN, TAGGING MALCOLM JONES WITH THE FIST OF FURY – NO MJ BLOCKS IT, AND STRIKES BACK WITH PUNCHES OF HIS OWN! NOW CHRIS FOLLOWS UP WITH SHOTS AS WELL! THE BLICKY BOYZ ARE BOTH DOUBLETEAMING IMPACT, WHILE DDD CAN ONLY SIT IN THE CORNER AND GASP FOR BREATH!
Peters: MJ AND CHRIS WHIP IMPACT INTO THE ROPE… AND CATCH HIM WITH A DOUBLE FLAPJACK!!!! IMPACT’S BODY BOUNCING OFF THE CANVAS! NOW MALCOLM JONES BEATS HIS CHEST, LOOKING AROUND WITH A FIRE IN HIS EYES BEFORE ORDERING CHRIS ELITE TO GET TO THE APRON ….. AND THE BLICKY BOYZ ARE GONNA GO BACK TO THE WELL, LOOKING FOR ANOTHER BODEGA BOMB!!!! IMPACT HOISTED ON MALCOLM JONES’ SHOULDERS AS MJ STANDS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND CHRIS ELITE ISPREPARING HIMSELF TO FINISH THINGS OFF!!!!!! CHRIS MAKES THE SPRINGBOARD!!!! —- MJ GOES DOWN!!!
Russillo: MR. DEDEDE JUST DELIVERED A CHOP BLOCK ON THE LEG OF MALCOLM JONES, AND CHRIS ELITE SPRINGBOARDS — INTO THE EVISCERATION!!!!!!!! IMPACT CATCHES ELITE WITH THE EVISCERATION ON THE WAY DOWN!!!! HOLY HELL WHAT A SHOT!!!! THAT’S GOT TO BE IT NOW, IMPACT SEALS THE DEAL WITH THE COVER!
Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONEE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
( DING! DING! DING! )
( “I Am A God” by Kanye West hits. )
Bella Braxton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS AND THE FIRST EVER REVOLT! TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOONNNS…. THE TEAM OF IMPACT AND MR. DEDEDE …. LIQUID SWORDS!!!!!
Peters: UNREAL, UNREAL, UNREAL. AN UNBELIEVABLE MATCH TO BEGIN WITH, WITH AN UNREAL FINISH! WHAT IN THE WORLD DID WE JUST SEE?
( Impact is handed both tag team championship belts by the official, and he hands one of them to Mr. DEDEDE who is slumped over the middle ropes sweating profusely and barely responsive. )
Russillo: PERHAPS THE GREATEST CLOSER TO EVER LACE UP A PAIR OF BOOTS, CAPITALIZING WITH AN EVISCERATION AFTER A TIMELY MOVE FROM THE ULTIMATE OPPORTUNIST. THESE FOUR LAID ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ON THE LINE FOR THE GOLD, AND IT WAS EVERY BIT AS CLIMACTIC AS WE EXPECTED IT TO BE!
( Impact and DEDEDE both finally stand tall with smiles on their faces, and the official raises both of their hands, while the two of them raise their new tag team championships. Malcolm Jones is seen dropping down from the apron to ringside, barely able to respond and dealing with the damage inflicted during the match. )
Peters: You obviously have got to feel for Chris and ESPECIALLY Malcolm. MJ put on such a tremendous performance, showing off resilience that quite honestly has never been shown from an athlete as young as he is, in a sport such as this. To perform so well and compete so valiantly against icons, and to be able to arguably steal the show… man, what in the heck is this kid made of?
Russillo: Well right now it’s not about the runner up! Malcolm is great but there’s a certain level of greatness that it takes to reach the caliber of Liquid Swords, and they have earned this new addition to their list of accolades and achievements! But if Blicky Boyz proved one thing, it’s that if you plan on taking earning anything that they’ve got their sights set on, you’re gonna have to take it in blood!
(REVOLT 2 – LIVE FROM THE STAPLES CENTER IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA… APRIL 7TH)
(The camera cuts back to the ring as “New God Flow” by Pusha T hits. Xavier Williams makes his way out through the curtain to a mild mixed reaction; he’s wearing his usual ring attire and holds a microphone in hand as he makes his way out in front of the thousands in attendance paying no attention to any of them.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time… XAVIER WILLIAMS!
Rich Russillo: Ugh. What does this guy want? The man doesn’t deserve the time in this company; officials gave this man a whole lot of money to sign with the company and what has he done? He was meant to help REVOLT! and instead he’s done nothing but prove he’s nothing more than an over the hill, overhyped professional wrestler who’s hanging onto anything he can so he’s not forgotten.
James Peters: That’s a little harsh.
Rick Russillo: Is it? The man’s here in this wrestling gear; he’s not booked for the show. None of this event is about him, and yet here he is. Here he is taking attention off those who have busted their ass for this company the moment the doors opened. Get him out of here, and not just out of this arena – but, out of this company as a whole.
(Xavier enters the ring and slowly makes his way to the middle of the ring, looking out at the thousands standing in attendance. He raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.)
Xavier Williams: I believe it’s safe to say that my time in REVOLT! hasn’t particularly gone to plan. What was meant to be a resurgence in my career, has almost turned into proof that I should have stayed away and been happy with everything that I’ve accomplished throughout the last few years. It’s almost been proof that my ship has come and sailed away… but, truthfully, I can accept that and I can walk down the seemingly one way road that leads to the end of Xavier Williams – or, I can forge my own path – blaze of own trail and rebuild everything that has been lost. I wasn’t only beaten by MZA in the first round of the Welterweight Championship tournament – I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed by Alejandro. Names that one never would have held a fucking candle to everything I once was – that are now proving how far I’ve actually fallen. I understand that this is REVOLT! inaugural marquee event; I understand that I’m not booked for the event and truthfully; have no place standing out here… but, I’m not going to be able to rebuild without forcing myself out here. I’ve spoken to Talib and we’ve both come to an agreement; I compete tonight and throughout the next few weeks, and if I succeed I’ll be placed in consideration for a championship match. And if I lose? I walk away. I walk away from this company. I walk away from this business. I retire. No coming back; no grand returns – nothing. I never come back.
(Xavier looks down as the hint of a smile crosses his face.)
Xavier Williams: It was an easy decision. I have a need to move forward now. Win or lose everything, and I have no intention in doing that. So… right now, I’m opening up a challenge. I’m opening up a challenge to anyone in the back who wants the opportunity to say that they’re the man that laid Xavier Williams’ career to rest. So, with that being said – step up now or prove that you don’t have the guts.
(Xavier drops the microphone as “I Believe In A Thing Called Love” by The Darkness hits. An unknown figure walks through the curtain sporting his own wrestling attire; Xavier looks on from the ring confused as the crowd looks on giving almost no reaction at all.)
Rick Russillo: This has to be a set up, right? Give that little speech and then have some no name that nobody has never seen before answer the challenge? Wow, I can’t wait to see how this one goes :mjlol:
(The man enters the ring and stands in front of Xavier, who picks the microphone.)
Xavier Williams: This… this is who answers the challenge? Come on, I give anybody in the back the opportunity of a lifetime and THIS is what answers it! You can’t be serious. Go – go on and head back up that ramp and go home. Save yourself the trouble.
(The man stands his ground as Xavier grits his teeth.)
Xavier Williams: Okay, fine. What’s your name, kid?
(The points the microphone towards the man.
Jackson Matthews: My name is Jackson Matthews.
(Xavier laughs as Jackson looks on.)
Xavier Williams: And let me guess, you’re out here to make some kind of name for yourself. The kid that nobody has ever heard of, walks out in his first match and retires Xavier Williams! You know what – I’m feeling pretty generous. Come on, let’s get a referee down here and I can show this kid his place in this company.
(A referee runs through the curtain and down to the ring as Xavier takes a step back. The referee slides into the ring as…)
James Peters: END OF THE WORLD!! XAVIER WILLIAMS WITH THAT KICK THAT CONNECTS FLUSH ON THE JAW OF JACKSON MATTHEWS!
(Xavier grabs a hold the referee’s collar.)
Xavier Williams: Ring the bell.
(The referee hesitates as he looks at the downed Matthews as Xavier balls up his fist. The referee reluctantly falls into the cover.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: XAVIER COVERS AS THE REFEREE COUNTS!!
ONE!!… TWO!!… KICKOUT!!!!
James Peters: WHAT?! THE KID GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!! XAVIER’S IN COMPLETE SHOCK!! XAVIER SHOOTS UP TO HIS FEET AND GETS IN THE FACE OF THE REFEREE!! THE REFEREE ADAMANTLY SAYS IT WAS ONLY TWO!! XAVIER TURNS BACK TO MATTHEWS AND CALLS HIM BACK TO HIS FEET!! XAVIER LOOKS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED!! JACKSON PUSHES HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET — END OF THE WORLD!!!!! JACKSON DUCKS UNDERNEATH AND LOCKS THE WAIST OF XAVIER WILLIAMS!! JACKSON DRIVES XAVIER CHEST FIRST INTO THE CORNER AND ROLLS BACK!! CHAOS THEORY GERMAN SUPLEX!! XAVIER WILLIAMS DROPPED ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!! JACKSON SHOOTS BACK TO HIS FEET AND STALKS AS A DAZED XAVIER WILLIAMS PUSHES HIMSELF BACK UP TO HIS FEET!! WOW!! JACKSON MATTHEWS WITH A RUNNING SINGLE LEG HIGH KNEE TO THE JAW OF XAVIER WILLIAMS!! XAVIER’S DOWN AND JACKSON SHOOTS INTO THE COVER!!
ONE!!… TWO!!… THREE!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“I Believe In A Thing Called Love” – The Darkness hits as Jackson Matthews rolls out of the ring and celebrates.)
Ring Announcer: THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST… JACKSON MAAAATTTTHHEEWWWWWSSS!!!
James Peters: HE DID IT!! JACKSON MATTHEWS HAS PULLED OFF ONE HELL OF AN UPSET AND IN DOING SO, HAS FORCED XAVIER WILLIAMS INTO RETIREMENT!!
Rich Russillo: THANK YOU!! MY GOD, THIS KID MAY HAVE JUST BECOME MY FAVORITE PERSON IN REVOLT!! THE PLAN OF XAVIER WILLIAMS HAS BACKFIRED DRASTICALLY!!
(Jackson Matthews celebrates back up the ramp as the referee checks on the still down and out Xavier Williams; the crowd continue to cheer as the camera cuts elsewhere.)
(REVOLT! Shop advertisement is aired… GETCHA MERCH!!!)
(The camera fades back into the ring)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH TO DETERMINE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!
(“Blood on the Leaves” by Kanye West hits as Alejandro Correa approaches the stage. Alejandro thrusts his arms in the air up and down as the crowd cheers before he continues down the entrance ramp.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing FIRST, RESIDING IN MADRID, SPAIN…… WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! ALEJANDROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CORREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: Looks like the crowd is excited for this one! Alejandro looks like he is ready to go tonight. This is a big one and this could be a huge chance for him to get one step closer to that Welterweight Championship.
(“Shot from a Cannon” By Chevelle hits as Diamond Cage makes his way to the stage wearing dark shades. Diamond Cage shows off his dark leather jacket with fighting spirit symbols and turns around showing his name on the back.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing SECOND, FIGHTING OUT OF EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA…. WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNNNNNNNNNNNDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! DIAMONDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD CAGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Rich Russillo: Oh brother.. Diamond Cage! I mean this guy is such a show off! Everything he does it has to be done in style and honestly I think that is what’s going to be his mistake!
(“Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac hits as TLA drives to the stage in a 1964 Chevrolet Impala. TLA lets hops out of the car with two women accompanying him as he starts to walk down the entrance ramp.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing THIRD, RESIDING IN THE POON PALACE IN MIAMI, FLORIDA…. WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! “THE SEXUAL PANTHER” TTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!! ELLLLLLLLLL!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
James Peter: If anyone has style.. it definitely has to be TLA! TLA is looking to step up tonight as this could be his second chance to get closer to that title.
(“I Fall Apart” by Post Malone hits as Osiris approaches the stage. Osiris is jeered by the crowd as he reaches the entrance ramp wearing his black hoodie covering his face and on the back says “Voices are The Vision.”)
Bella Braxton: Introducing LAST, HAILING FROM ATHENS, OHIO….. WEIGHING IN AT 218 POUNNNNNNNNNNNDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “THE VISION” OSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIRRRRRRRRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: The Vision just looks so focused and poised tonight! And he is staring down at everyone in the ring.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: And here we go!! This Fatal Four Way match is about to make this crowd explode, we have some major talent in this!
James Peters: Yes we do Rich, but only one can come out with that opportunity to fight for that Welterweight Championship! TLA starts it off going after Diamond Cage cornering Cage at a turnbuckle and starts throwing some hard punches. Osiris and Alejandro start to trade punches as Osiris knees Alejandro in the stomach. Osiris bounces off the ropes and rushes towards Alejandro, but Alejandro reacts in time with a hip toss taking Osiris to the ground!
Rich Russillo: You see that’s what I like about Alejandro! He’s very technical and reacts at the right time to make sure he is still on the track.
James Peters: Diamond Cage looks like he’s taking control as elbows TLA in the face! Diamond Cage irish whips TLA into the ropes and Diamond Cage goes for a back body drop, but TLA stops in front of Diamond Cage and kicks him right in the chest!
Rich Russillo: I know that one hurts!!
James Peters: And TLA with a standing dropkick to follow up on Diamond Cage. Look! Alejandro rushes with a dropkick on TLA from behind. TLA goes down and Alejandro targets Diamond Cage getting back to his feet as Alejandro throws a hard backhand chop to the chest of Diamond Cage as Diamond Cage starts to lean against the ropes. Alejandro throws another backhand chop as Diamond Cage quickly throws a forearm strike. Alejandro takes a few steps back.. before rushing forward with a huge high knee to the face of Diamond Cage!!!
Rich Russillo: WOW! That one just took Diamond Cage out of the ring! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a knee shot that hard!
James Peters: Osiris catches Alejandro by surprise from behind and wraps him up for A GERMAN SUPLEX! Alejandro lands badly on his neck as Osiris starts to go for the pin!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!………. TWOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: No! TLA breaks the pin! Osiris gets back to his feet as Alejandro rolls to the apron. TLA leaps up for an enziguri! No Osiris evades it AND OSIRIS WITH A SUPERKICK AS TLA GETS BACK TO HIS FEET! TLA goes down.. BUT ALEJANDRO OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SPRINGBOARD HURRICARANA!
Rich Russillo: And Osiris goes right through the ropes and onto the floor near the barricade! Nice move by Alejandro! Alejandro is still holding his neck as that landing of that German Suplex might have really hurt him.
James Peters: Diamond Cage slides back in the ring as Alejandro starts to rush at him, but Diamond Cage WITH THE C-TRIGGER!!! That knee strike takes Alejandro down as Diamond Cage starts to see Osiris getting back to his feet… DIAMOND CAGE RUSHES AND OH MY..!!! THE TOPE CON HILO!!!! THAT SUICIDE SOMMERSAULT SENTON RIGHT ONTO OSIRIS!!!
Rich Russillo: There goes Diamond Cage trying to show off. That was so dumb! He could have just hurt himself and cost himself right there!
James Peters: Well Rich, sometimes you must take risk to gain the reward. TLA is back to his feet now as Alejandro is using the ropes for assistance. TLA walks up to Alejandro with a smirk on his face… and no!! The Swag SHOT! TLA just pimp slapped Alejandro!
Rich Russillo: The disrespect right there was major and I don’t think Alejandro liked that one! Look at the anger on his face!
James Peters: Alejandro pushes TLA away, and TLA comes back with a swing. Alejandro ducks and ALEJANDRO WITH A PELE KICK!!! TLA is stunned! Alejandro springs off the ropes… AND OH MY!!! A TORNADO DDT!!! Alejandro goes for the cover!
Referee: ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!…
James Peters: NO! TLA kicks out! Diamond Cage is pulling Osiris to his feet and Diamond Cage picks up Osiris.. AND OUT OF NOWHERE OSIRIS WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX TOSSING DIAMOND CAGE RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!!!
Rich Russillo: OUCH! I know that one had to hurt and that thud from the barricade had to be heard in those nosebleeds!
James Peters: Osiris gets to the apron as Alejandro GOES FOR THAT QUE GOLAZO!!! AND THE BICYCLE KICK CONNECTS SENDING OSIRIS RIGHT TO THE FLOOR! TLA FROM BEHIND WITH A ZIG ZAG ON ALEJANDRO!! TLA looks down at Alejandro as TLA quickly starts to climb up the turnbuckles.. TLA sets himself.. AND TLA LEAPS!!!! OH NO!!! THAT 420!!! THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS CONNECTS!!! LOOK!!! Diamond Cage with a backhand slap to TLA!!! And Diamond Cage continues with those backhand slaps… and DIAMOND CAGE WITH A LARIAT!!! Wait NO!! TLA ducks… AND TLA WITH THAT CARTEL KICK!!!
Rich Russillo: I know Diamond Cage has to be done after that one!! I think that kick took some saliva out of his mouth!!
James Peters: Diamond Cage is down and watch out!! OSIRIS FROM BEHIND WITH THAT ACCESS DENIED!!! THAT DISCUS LARIAT JUST FLIPS TLA OVER!!!
Rich Russillo: All these guys want it! Just fighting hard for this opportunity, I don’t even know who is going to win anymore!
James Peter: Osiris sees Alejandro getting back to his feet as Osiris starts to lift him up and Osiris with a hard elbow shot knocking Alejandro into the turnbuckles! Osiris starts to follow up with some knife edged chops. Osiris grip Alejandro’s arm and pulls him INTO AN ACCESS DENIED!!! Wait NO! Alejandro ducks in time and takes Osiris down with a Russian Legsweep!! Alejandro getting technical here as he grips Osiris’ arm and.. OH NO!!! THE PARACELSUS!!!! ALEJANDRO LOCKS OSIRIS IN THAT CRIPPLER CROSSFACE!!!!
Rich Russillo: This is over for Osiris! And he’s right in the middle of the ring! He’s going to tap out!!
James Peters: Alejandro applies more pressure to the submission! Osiris is trying to reach for those ropes but I do not think he can make it! Alejandro is pulling back harder and Osiris is LIFTING HIS HAND… OH NO!! HE IS GOING TO TAP OU-.. OH NO!!! BURNOUT!!!!!!!!! TLA WITH THE BURNOUT!! THAT CORKSCREW 360 SENTON HITS BOTH OSIRIS AND ALEJANDRO AND BREAKS THE SUBMISSION!!!
Rich Russillo: What a move right there! TLA risking everything to keep this match going!! TLA holding onto his ribcage here as you can see that put a lot of pain on him too.
James Peters: Don’t forget about Diamond Cage! Diamond Cage pulls TLA quickly to his feet before lifting him up onto his shoulders.. AND DIAMOND CAGE RUSHES WITH THE BUCKLE BOMB ON TLA!!! Diamond Cage hooks the leg of TLA! This could be it right here!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEE!!!!…. TWOOOOOOO!!!… THR-
James Peter: TLA kicks out just in time!!
Rich Russillo: Something has got to give here!! Somebody has to win this match!
James Peter: Diamond Cage gets back to his feet as he starts to climb up to the turunbuckles. What is Diamond Cage thinking here? TLA is laid out and Diamond Cage stands up fully on the top ropes… AND DIAMOND CAGE LEAPS…….. THE FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!! AND IT CONNECTS…. DIAMOND CAGE CONNECTS RIGHT WITH THE MAT BECAUSE TLA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!
Rich Russillo: Risk for rewards you said right Peter? Well what the hell was that one?
James Peter: A big mistake Rich! Alejandro is back to his feet along with Osiris using the turnbuckles to get to his feet. TLA is laying on the apron as Alejandro goes for a sliding forearm smash on Osiris! Osiris gets out of the way and Alejandro hits the turnbuckle! Alejandro turns back around facing Osiris and Osiris with THE FOCUS!!! THAT RUNNING COMPLETE SHOT TAKING ALEJANDRO DOWN! Alejandro is laid out!
Rich Russillo: And you can see these guys are getting exhausted, but they are putting everything that I have into this match!
James Peters: Osiris is looking at those top ropes as he starts to climb up the turnbuckles! Osiris is finally at the top ropes as he starts to look down at Alejandro… AND OSIRIS WITH THE SIMPLE START!!!!—WAIT NO!!!! LOOK!!! TLA PULLS DOWN THE ROPES AND OSIRIS CRASHES AND BURNS HITTING THE MAT!!!
Rich Russillo: TLA might have just taken away that win from Osiris!! It did not look like Alejandro was moving either!
James Peters: TLA gets back into the ring from the apron as Diamond Cage reaches his feet using the ropes. TLA starts to walk up to Diamond Cage.. AND DIAMOND CAGE WITH AN EYE RAKE!!
Rich Russillo: How grimy! What a dirty move by Diamond Cage. And the referee was not looking as he was checking on Osiris and Alejandro!
James Peters: Diamond Cage knees TLA in the gut and hooks up both of his arms.. I think he’s GOING FOR THAT TIGER DRIVER 98!!! BUT TLA IS ABLE TO BREAK HIS ARMS FREE FROM THAT HOOK UP AND BACK BODY DROPS DIAMOND CAGE!!! Diamond Cage finds a way back to his feet quickly and TLA with a swift kick to the stomach of Cage.. and TLA WITH THE MEXICAN DESTROYER!!!!! AND OH MY!!! IT CONNECTS!!! TLA COVERS CAGE!!! THIS COULD BE IT!!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!…. TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…. THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac hits as TLA gets back to his feet. The referee raises TLA’s arm as he celebrates and the crowd cheers loudly.)
Bella Braxton: AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP……… TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: TLA’S DONE IT!! HE’S THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! IT TOOK HIM A WHILE TO GET GOING HERE IN REVOLT! BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S FINALLY HITTING HIS STRIDE, AND IF THAT’S THE CASE… THE WINNER OF TONIGHT’S MAIN EVENT BETTER WATCH OUT!!
Rich Russillo: There’s no doubt he’ll be keeping a close eye on that one.
(A video package is aired highlighting Scott Diamond’s REVOLT! Debut. It shows he and Albert Hitchman demanding the Heavyweight championship. The package also shows Michael Bishop knocking Diamond out with just one kick to the head. The package ends with Bishop asking for the match with Diamond, and a silhouette of Diamond beginning to form in the background)
(Camera fades to the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(“In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins hits as the arena goes dark. Scott Diamond slowly steps onto the stage being followed by Albert Hitchman. A sole spotlight follows him down to the ring)
Bella Braxton: Approaching the ring first, from Long Island, New York… weighing in at 290 pounds… SCOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT DIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMMMMOOOOOONNNNNNDDDD!!
James Peters: And here we go, what is essentially Scott Diamond’s debut here in REVOLT! Pro Combat! He–
Rich Russillo: No, it’s not essentially his debut… it IS his debut, it’s his first match here! And what a first one it is for him! I couldn’t imagine an easier debut, I mean, who the hell is Michael Bishop?! ESPECIALLY to someone like Scott Diamond. Talib Bari has given Scott Diamond an absolute gift tonight.
(“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica hits as the bright lights in the are dimmed. Michael Bishop steps onto the stage flanked by four security guards. Usually they follow him down the ramp but this time he tells them to go to the back and he makes his way down the ramp alone)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois… weighing in at 241 pounds… THE REVENNNANNTTTT… MICCCCCCHHHAEEEEEEEEELLLL BIIISSSSSHHHOOOOPPPP!!
Rich Russillo: You know folks, I apologize… Michael Bishop is impressive, mighty impressive, and as unlikely as it is that he’ll beat Scott Diamond, I can guarantee you two things… the first being that he’ll put up a good fight and the second being that — that’s exactly what this is going to be, a fight. Don’t expect many if any wrestling holds. Both of these men have backgrounds in MMA and I expect them to use those backgrounds here tonight.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: THE BELL SOUNDS AND SCOTT DIAMOND IMMEDIATELY RUNS TOWARDS MICHAEL BISHOP, LIFTING BISHOP UP IN A BEARHUG AND FORCING HIM DOWN HARD INTO THE CANVAS!! TRYING TO UNLOAD WITH RIGHTS AND LEFTS BUT BISHOP GETS HIS HANDS UP TO BLOCK, DIAMOND CONNECTING WITH NOTHING BUT BISHOP’S FOREARMS!! DIAMOND TRIES TO PRY APART BISHOP’S HANDS BUT BISHOP WITH A FEW KNEES INTO THE BACK OF SCOTT DIAMOND WHO ROLLS OFF OF BISHOP AND MAKES IT BACK TO HIS FEET… AND RICH, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WERE RIGHT, THIS ISN’T GOING TO BE A WRESTLING MATCH… IT’S GOING TO BE A FIGHT!!
James Peters: Both men back to their feet… AND THERE’S THE KICK!! THE KICK TO THE HEAD THAT KNOCKED SCOTT DIAMOND OUT A FEW WEEKS BACK!! BUT THIS TIME HE DOESN’T GO DOWN, HE SAW IT COMING, AT LEAST SOMEWHAT, IT ONLY GRAZED HIM BUT IT STILL DID IT’S JOB!! HE’S ON SPAGHETTI LEGS… IN A VERY VULNERABLE POSITION, HE GETS HIS HANDS UP TRYING TO BLOCK… BUT BISHOP RUSHES FORWARD WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH, FITTING HIS FIST RIGHT THROUGH THE BLOCKADE AND CONNECTING FLUSH WITH THE FACE OF SCOTT DIAMOND, BUSTING HIM OPEN, BLOOD BEGINNING TO POUR OUT OF THE NOSE!!
Rich Russillo: SCOTT DIAMOND IS REELING HERE, HE HASN’T GONE DOWN YET BUT HE’S DANGEROUSLY CLOSE… HTICHMAN SCREAMING AT RINGSIDE, TRYING TO KNOCK SOME SENSE BACK INTO HIS CLIENT!!
James Peters: MICHAEL BISHOP RUSHES FORWARD AGAIN LOOKING FOR A SECOND SUPERMAN PUNCH BUT THIS ONE SCOTT DIAMOND IS ABLE TO AVOID, HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND THE WAIST OF BISHOP AND TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND… NOW APPLYING A HEADLOCK… AND NOW KNEES!! VICIOUS KNEES RIGHT TO THE HEAD!! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! EIGHT KNEES RIGHT TO THE HEAD!! AND NOW DIAMOND FLIPS BISHOP OVER ONTO HIS BACK… FOREARMS!! RIGHT TO THE FACE!! FLYING TOWARDS MICHAEL BISHOP A MILE IN A MINUTE, SO MANY THAT I’VE LOST COUNT… REPAYING THE FAVOR AS HE BUSTS HIM OPEN, BOTH MEN HAVE ALREADY BEGUN TO DON THE CRIMSON MASK AND WE’VE JUST STARTED!!
Rich Russillo: And if this pace keeps up, we’re nearing the end as well!
James Peters: Scott Diamond lets off of Bishop and gets to his feet, raising his arms and pounding his chest… now pacing, pacing around the ring as the referee goes to check on Bishop, trying to wipe the blood off his face but Bishops shoos him away. He’s been rocked, both men have… already neither able to make it back to their feet on their own, needing the aid of something… SCOTT DIAMOND RUSHES IN, LOOKING FOR ANOTHER TAKEDOWN… BUT BISHOP ABLE TO LAND A CLUBBING BLOW OVER THE BACK, PUTTING A STOP TO IT!! DIAMOND ON HIS KNEES BUT STILL ABLE TO COCK HIS LEFT FIST BACK AND SEND IT RIGHT INTO THE MID-SECTION OF BISHOP!!
James Peters: Bishop bends forward, clutching his stomach… Diamond with a forearm now to the jaw… DIAMOND BACK TO HIS FEET AGAIN, LIFTING BISHOP UP AND PLANTING HIM AGAIN INTO THE CANVAS… THIS TIME ALMOST LIKE A SPINEBUSTER, AND HERE COME THE FOREARMS AGAIN!! ANOTHER FRENZIED FLURRY… BISHOP’S FACE IS ALMOST BECOMING UNRECOGNIZABLE HERE… ALL RED, ALL BRUISED… SWOLLEN… AND DIAMOND AGAIN LETS UP, BUT ONLY AFTER THROWING IN ONE LAST FOR GOOD MEASURE!! SCOTT DIAMOND IS MAKING A STATEMENT HERE TONIGHT, HE’S ON AN ABSOLUTE TEAR!!
Rich Russillo: BISHOP IS LEARNING TONIGHT MAN, YOU DON’T MESS WITH SCOTT DIAMOND..
*The camera focuses in on Bishop’s battered face*
Rich Russillo: BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH SCOTT DIAMOND!!
James Peters: Diamond pulls Bishop back to his feet… BUT BISHOP WITH A PUNCH!! A RIGHT HAND… AND NOW A SECOND!! THREE RIGHT HANDS… FOLLOWED BY A LEFT… AND A SECOND LEFT… THAT FIRST ONE ROCKED SCOTT DIAMOND, HE WAS UNABLE TO BLOCK IT… NOW GETTING HIS HANDS UP BUT PERHAPS NOT ALL THERE!! SCOTT DIAMOND IS CERTAINLY WINNING WHEN IT COMES TO THE AMOUNT OF STRIKES DELIVERED BUT BISHOP IS MAKING THEM COUNT!!
James Peters: BISHOP NOW BACK TO A COMPLETE VERTICAL BASE BUT HE’S NOT LETTING UP ON THE PUNCHES… ONE TO THE LEFT TEMPLE, ONE TO THE RIGHT… AN UPPERCUT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE JAW!!… DIAMOND IS STAGGERED, HE’S SWAYING, TRYING TO STAY ON HIS FEET AND BISHOP JUST KEEPS COMING AT HIM WITH THESE PUNCHES… ONE AFTER ANOTHER… AND NOW KNEES… KNEES TO THE MID-SECTION, A LOOK OF HORROR ON THE FACE OF ALBERT HITCHMAN AT RINGSIDE… SCOTT DIAMOND, THE BEAST… PERHAPS THE MOST DOMINANT FORCE THIS INDUSTRY HAS EVER SEEN, HE’S BEING TAKEN TO SCHOOL HERE!! BEING BEATEN AT HIS OWN GAME… AND NOW LOOK AT BISHOP!! SWINGING HIS LEG, THE KICK, IT CONNECTS FOR THE SECOND TIME IN THIS MATCH BUT THIS TIME IT WAS RIGHT ON THE MONEY!!
Rich Russillo: BUT SCOTT DIAMOND STILL DOESN’T GO DOWN!! UNBELIEVABLE!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GUY MADE OF?! REALLY?!
James Peters: BISHOP IS WIDE EYED, AMAZED THAT DIAMOND STILL HASN’T GONE DOWN… BISHOP RUNS TOWARDS HIM… DIAMOND GOES FOR A RIGHT HAND BUT IT’S DUCKED, MISSED WILDLY… BISHOP RUNS OFF THE ROPES… NOW TO THE SIDE OF SCOTT, OFF THE ROPES AGAIN… AND NOW HE CHARGES STRAIGHT TOWARDS HIM… AND THE COMBAT SPEAR!! WITH ALL THAT MOMENTUM BEHIND HIM TOO!! THAT FINALLY TAKES THE BIG MAN DOWN… AND OH MY… IT MIGHT DO MORE THAN JUST THAT, WE HAVE A COVER!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!! WHAT?!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play as Michael Bishop gets to his feat, unsteady. He begins to celebrate his victory as the camera focuses in on a shocked Albert Hitchman)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… THE REVENANT… MICCCCCCHHHAEEEEEEELLLL BISSSSHHHOOOPPP!!
Rich Russillo: I… I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!
James Peters: WELL YOU BETTER START BELIEVING IT, MICHAEL BISHOP JUST DEFEATED SCOTT DIAMOND!!
Rich Russillo: THIS MAY BE THE BIGGEST UPSET I’VE EVER SEEN!!
James Peters: THIS WASN’T EVEN THE BIGGEST UPSET WE’VE SEEN TONIGHT!! IN FACT, THIS ISN’T EVEN AN UPSET AT ALL!! MICHAEL BISHOP STOOD TOE TO TOE WITH SCOTT DIAMOND, MATCHED HIM WITH EVERY PUNCH, KICK, FOREARM… YOU NAME IT!!
(The camera shows Scott Diamond coming to in the ring. Albert Hitchman slides in and begins talking to him)
Rich Russillo: But… what does this mean for Scott Diamond?!
James Peters: It looks like we’re on the heavyweight block of tonight’s show because we go from one explosive heavyweight matchup to one of the most talked about heavyweights in the company! Sitting here in the front row with his father… ladies and gentlemen please welcome Jason and RJ Skilled!
(The crowd gives a thunderous mixed reaction as RJ Skilled can be seen smiling from ear to ear with Jason sitting there with a calm demeanor, giving a slight nod to the camera)
(RJ Skilled then stands up and snatches the mic from James Peters)
RJ Skilled: Aye Houston, I can’t hear you! Get up off yo feet and make some noise for them Skilled boys!
(The reaction gets even louder but with more boos than cheers this time, RJ Skilled hands the mic back to James Peters as he’s smiling and clapping)
RJ Skilled(off mic): I love it!
James Peters: If there’s anything you know how to do, it’s soliciting a reaction from people. You’ve talked your way into becoming possibly even a bigger star than your son and you don’t even wrestle! How have you adjusted to this new found overnight fame?
RJ Skilled: …The Skilled way! You don’t just become a star overnight. You gotta have it in your DNA, you gotta be bred for them bright lights and that’s what I was and that’s what my boy is.
James Peters: I notice you’re out here tonight enjoying the festivities, how’s that been for you?
RJ Skilled: Enjoying the festivities? Boy we out here with a purpose! I ain’t here to enjoy nobody’s matches unless it’s my sons.
James Peters: What is this purpose?
RJ Skilled: We doin’ homework! We just tryna get a scope of who the first heavyweight champion is gonna be, or as I like to call it… who the first placeholder for Jason is gonna be! This gonna be a historic moment I wouldn’t miss it for the world!
James Peters: You mean to tell me that you’re entering Jason Skilled into the Heavyweight Championship picture before he even has his second match here?
RJ Skilled: You seen them ratings my boy brings! You seen them merch sales! You seen that dominance in the ring! Now tell me who else brings that in this division? Nobody! We got all the tools that make a champion now it’s time to put ‘em to use. I can promise you that Jason Skilled WILL be the Heavyweight Champion, ima speak it into existence!
(The crowd gives a mixed reaction)
James Peters: Well you heard it here first folks, Jason Skilled, by way of his father has made it clear what’s next on the agenda.
(James Peters makes his way back to the commentary table)
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(The crowd roars in approval, before shifting to a down the middle reaction as “Rotlaust Tre Fell” by Warduna plays within the arena as Ivar Akselsen walks out from the backstage area, wearing a sleeveless leather robe made from torn Viking Armor, looking towards the sea of fans. He nods in approval before flipping his hair up, heading down to the ring.)
James Peters: OH BOY, RICH, LOOK AT THE MATCH THAT WE HAVE COMING UP RIGHT NOW! The triple threat contest to decide who will become the FIRST-EVER REVOLT Heavyweight Champion, and the first competitor we see in the ring right now is a man who has been with REVOLT since our television debut and has been wowing crowds with his brutality and ferociousness in that ring! A lone wolf who drives from his Norse background, and tonight he’s going to make sure that “The Konungar” isn’t just a nickname – it’s who he is after tonight.
Rich Russillo: Despite Shackleford’s words of him and Andrei not deserving to be in this match, they have remained defiant. Still, he’s not the one winning this, I can tell you that much.
James Peters: What makes you so sure?
Rich Russillo: Because…..
(“goosebumps” by Travis Scott ft. Kendrick Lamar blasts through the speakers to a mixed reaction from the crowd, as the lights dim to show only the top of the ramp, as Andrei Sokolova walks out with his trenchcoat, raising his arms up. He walks down then slides into the ring, getting into the face of Ivar Akselsen, as the referee is forced to break them up.)
Rich Russillo: BECAUSE OF THIS MAN, PETERS! The man who I have rooted for since the beginning, the man who in my eyes will be the one to take that Heavyweight crown and become the first-ever Heavyweight Champion of REVOLT, and the man who will leave the other two as non-factors broken in the ring! He has shown to the entire world and proven to us just how dangerous he is, not just physically but mentally as well, as you saw just a few moments ago when he got in the face of Ivar and tried to push him to do something. He isn’t called the “Messiah Of Your Mind” for nothing, and tonight he’ll show exactly like that.
James Peters: I suppose I can’t change your mind about that. He may be your pick but in this match there’s so much that could happen – so much at stake!
(“Kill Your Masters” by Run The Jewels blasts from the speakers to thunderous boos from the crowd in attendance directed towards Shackleford who flips off the crowd, before heading down to the ring, eyeing both Akselsen and Sokolova. He flips the two of them off as they do not respond to his actions.)
James Peters: Shackleford is a man who claimed that his two opponents tonight were unfit to compete against him, since nobody won in their match due to Scott Diamond interfering, but Akselsen and Sokolova have rested their case and it appears that Shackleford will have to fight them after all! Out of these two men, he may be the most experienced and possibly even the most dangerous, he is a man who has refused to rest on his laurels, wanting to stick it in the face of his previous employers and tonight that dream of his may come true!
Rich Russillo: Veteran experience will get you far, that’s for sure, he knows the ring and the moves better than his two opponents combined so I suppose that’s the edge he has over them.
(The camera then cuts back to the ring where we see Bella Braxton, as the lights dim before shining a bright, wide spotlight on the ring.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for ONE FALL!…..and the winner will be crowned the FIRST-EVER REVOLT HEAAAAVYWEEEIIIGHHT CHAAAAAMPPPIOOON!!!!
(The crowd cheers at the sound of the championship being mentioned.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST, IN THE CORNER TO MY RIGHT! Residing in Gudvangen, Aurland, Norway! Weighing in at 265 POOUNDSS!!!…..HE IS “THE KONUNGAR”…..”THE SPLITTER OF SKULLS”…….HE IS IVAAAAAAARRRR AAAAKSSSEELLLSEEEEEEENNNN!!!!!
(Ivar raises one arm up with a finger pointing to the sky, before pointing towards his opponent, looking at them with a cold gaze.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING NEXT, IN THE CORNER IN FRONT OF ME! Residing in Doncaster, England! Weighing in at 245 POOUNDSS!!!!…..HE IS “THE AGENT OF CHAOS”…..”THE MESSIAH OF YOUR MIND”……HE IS AAANDDREEEIIIII SOOOOKOOLLLOVVAAA!!!!!
(The crowd gives yet another mixed reaction as Andrei leans back in his corner, taking off his trenchcoat and placing it outside the ring.)
Bella Braxton: AND FINALLY, TO THE CORNER IN MY LEFT! From Fratton, Portsmouth, England! Weighing in at 240 POOOUNDSS!!!!…..HE IS SHAAAAAACCCKKLEEEEEFOOOOOORRRRDDDDD!!!!!!
(Shackleford smiles at his opponents, the crowd vociferously booing him as the lights turn back to normal, and the referee holds up the REVOLT! Heavyweight Championship, showing the title to the competitors and the crowd before handing it to Bella Braxton who is now at ringside, who places the championship on a pedestal.)
Rich Russillo: The tension between these three, jeez. You could cut it with a knif – no, a chainsaw!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And the bell has rung, signalling the start to this three-way dance to decide the inaugural REVOLT Heavyweight Champion! These three men: Ivar Akselsen, Andrei Sokolova, Shackleford! All fighting and vying for the chance to become the one who walks out of Houston, Texas victorious and with a strap of gold across their shoulder! The bell rang just a few moments ago and neither man has made the first move yet, as the three inch closer and closer to the center of the ring – OH AND WHAT? SHACKLEFORD JUST BOLTED OUT OF THE RING! He wants Ivar and Andrei to duke it out in the middle of the ring, without him being involved! He’s at ringside in front of our announcer’s table, telling Ivar and Andrei to go ahead and fight each other!
Rich Russillo: That’s honestly a brilliant strategy from him, not gonna lie. Not getting in the action until later while everyone is down, but that may prove to be his downfall as Ivar looks to step outside!
James Peters: Ivar looks to step through the ropes now as he grips the top – BUT WAIT! ANDREI SOKOLOVA TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THE DISTRACTION AND CONNECTS WITH A BIG BOOT FLUSH TO THE JAW OF AKSELSEN! Ivar sent tumbling back into the ropes gripping his cheek, and Andrei does not stop his assault! RUNNING ELBOW SMASH TO THE FACE OF IVAR! He backs him into the corner THEN HE BEGINS TO STOMP AWAY WITH RAPID-FIRE MUDHOLE STOMPS TO THE CHEST OF IVAR AS HE IS TRAPPED IN THE CORNER, AND IT SEEMS THAT THIS TRIPLE THREAT HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH WILL START WITHOUT TECHNICALITIES BEING PLAYED OUT! Andrei with quite the genius strategy as he took advantage of a distracted Ivar, continuing to stomp away at Akselsen, absolutely driving a hole into him! OH! AND NOW HE’S JUST PLACING THE BOOT ACROSS THE THROAT OF IVAR, CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF HIM! Since this is a triple threat contest, Andrei is fine to do it for as long as he pleases since the referee is not allowed to get in between these two! He’s leaving Ivar with no room to breathe any gasp of air as he scrambles, attempting to get Andrei’s foot off of him but Sokolova is remaining firm! But Andrei doesn’t do it for long as he places his boot away, Ivar now taking the time to recover! HOWEVER, IT WON’T BE ENOUGH TIME AS ANDREI RUSHES TO THE ROPES! HE COMES BACK!
James Peters: A BRUTAL FACE WASH TO THE HEAD OF IVAR SANDWICHING HIM BETWEEN THE TURNBUCKLE AND HIS BOOT! THAT FACE WASH DRIVING BY THE SIDE OF THE VIKING’S FACE AND IT SEEMS THAT NOW, IT IS ALL ANDREI WHO IS IN CONTROL! He took advantage early on and is reaping the fruits from it, absolutely taking Ivar out with a systematic assault in the beginning of the match! WAIT! SHACKLEFORD! SHACKLEFORD FROM BEHIND ASSAULTS ANDREI WITH A BIG FOREARM SMASH TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AS HE WAS FOCUSING ON IVAR! Shackleford like a snake lying in wait, taking the opportunity as he now begins to barrage Andrei with clubbing blows to the back and chest! ANDREI SWINGS FOR A LARIAT! IT’S BLOCKED BY SHACKLEFORD WHO LIFTS SOKOLOVA UP! SAITO SUPLEX SENDING HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A THUNDEROUS THUD! Shackleford dropped Andrei Sokolova right on his head with that Saito suplex, as he grabs the back of his head in pain from the impact of that all the while Shackleford leaps onto him, hooking the leg for the pin! WILL THIS BE IT?
Rich Russillo: Kick out by Andrei Sokolova. Of course that wouldn’t have been it, Peters, you dumb shit. This is Andrei Sokolova we’re talking about, the man who I placed my bets on to win this!
James Peters: Shackleford looks like he expected that kick out from Andrei however as he almost immediately stands up and begins to continue with an assault, viciously stomping away at the downed Sokolova! Shackleford not allowing him to get the opportunity to recover here as he lifts Andrei by the head, dragging him back to one knee, before running off the ropes! DAMN! SHINING WIZARD KNEE STRIKE BY SHACKLEFORD, THAT KNEE COLLIDING WITH THE JAW! DID YOU HEAR THAT SOUND ECHO?! A brutal knee shot by Shackleford sending Andrei down in pain, before he stomps away at him once more! This is not looking good for the Messiah of Your Mind, he needs to figure out something quick before things get too out of hand! Shackleford once again absolutely relentless in his assault, grabbing Andrei by his hair and lifting him up! HE THEN HOOKS THE ARMS! OH! THIS MIGHT BE THE ASCENSION! SHACKLEFORD LIFTS ANDREI UP! ASCENSION! SOKOLOVA DROPS DOWN TO HIS FEET IN FRONT OF SHACKLEFORD AND ESCAPES HIS POSESSION! DEAR GOD! SPINNING BACKFIST RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF SHACKLEFORD, I THINK THAT ONE WAS EVEN LOUDER THAN THE SHINING WIZARD! Shackleford now on spaghetti legs, loopy from that hit, AND ANDREI FIRES OFF WITH YET ANOTHER SPINNING BACKFIST! NO! SHACKLEFORD DUCKS IT – ROUNDHOUSE KICK! ANDREI WAS PREPARED FOR SHACKLEFORD DUCKING AND HE IMMEDIATELY COUNTERED WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK BEFORE SHACKLEFORD COULD DO ANYTHING! A LOUD ROUNDHOUSE KICK REVERBERATING THROUGHOUT THE ARENA, BUT ANDREI ISN’T DONE WITH HIS ATTACK! HE CHARGES TOWARDS SHACKLEFORD!
James Peters: WILD HUNT! WILD HUNT! IVAR AKSELSEN CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND CONNECTED WITH A BRUTAL SPEAR TO ANDREI SOKOLOVA AS HE WAS ATTEMPTING TO CHARGE TOWARDS SHACKLEFORD! WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!
Rich Russillo: DAMN IT!
James Peters: Ivar Akselsen comes out of NOWHERE, taking Andrei by surprise with a Wild Hunt spear driving his shoulder straight into the chest! That was one hell of a tackle! Ivar now standing up, getting payback from that early assault while Andrei lies almost broken in half from the spear, as he turns around – AND SHACKLEFORD FIRES OFF WITH A BIG HAYMAKER TO IVAR! IT’S DUCKED! Ivar ducks the shot THEN CONNECTS WITH A RIGHT HAND OF HIS OWN! THEN ANOTHER! ANOTHER! ANOTHER ONE! IVAR WITH RAPID-FIRE RIGHT HANDS TO THE HEAD OF SHACKLEFORD, BARRAGING HIM WITH FISTS! He then grabs the wrist of Shackleford, THEN TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A SHORT-ARM LARIAT! But Ivar isn’t done, he still has that wrist attached! He pulls Shackleford up once more! ANOTHER SHORT-ARM LARIAT, ALMOST TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT! It isn’t like Shackleford’s own Clothesline From Hell but it’s enough to knock him for a loop! But Ivar Akselsen still isn’t done, grabbing Shackleford once more! HE PLACES HIM BETWEEN HIS LEGS, THEN LIFTS HIM UP! IVAR HAS SHACKLEFORD IN A PRECARIOUS POWERBOMB POSITION…..HE MOVES SLIGHTLY AND DIRECTIONS HIMSELF…..AND HE POWERBOMBS SHACKLEFORD RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF ANDREI SOKOLOVA! IVAR JUST TOOK OUT TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE, A POWERBOMB SENDING SHACKLEFORD DOWN RIGHT INTO THE STERNUM OF ANDREI! SOKOLOVA LETS OUT A SHARP BREATH AS SHACKLEFORD ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY, IVAR TAKES THE PICKINGS AND PINS SOKOLOVA! WOW!
Rich Russillo: KICK OUT! Come on, Andrei! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!
James Peters: A KICK OUT BY ANDREI SOKOLOVA, AND IVAR LOOKS ALMOST SHOCKED! But he should be expecting for more, because look at this! That title means so much to them, it is what they are fighting for and it’s probably going to take a whole lot more to pin any of these three men down to the mat for a three count as long as they have that image of being REVOLT! Heavyweight Champion! Ivar now on both knees, as Andrei grabs the ropes in an attempt to recover while Shackleford looks to do the same! Now, it’s only Akselsen who’s standing in the ring, the tallest man in this match up and he seems to be quite enjoying the damage he’s done! But he can’t allow them to recover too much, and he grabs the weakest out of the two, Andrei by the head! Dragging him back up to one knee, looking at him dead in the eyes before coming off the ropes! IVAR AKSELSEN CHARGES WITH A MOVE TO END IT ALL! RAGNAROK! RAGNAROK BY IVAR! SEEING RED! SEEING RED! ANDREI WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE STRAIGHT INTO THE JAW OF IVAR AS HE WAS ATTEMPTING TO CONNECT WITH THE RAGNAROK FINISHER! HE HITS THE BICYCLE KNEE AND IVAR HAS HIS EYES GLAZED OVER, STANDING ON WEAK LEGS! ANDREI TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY AND GRABS IVAR! HE LIFTS HIM UP…..FINAL IMPACT! FINAL IMPACT CONNECTS! THE VERTICAL SUPLEX SIDESLAM CONNECTS, AN AMAZING MANEUVER AS HE SENDS THE BIG MAN DOWN WITH A MOVE STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT! IVAR IS DOWN AND OUT! THIS COULD BE IT!
Rich Russillo: YES! YES! YES!
James Peters: BUT SHACKLEFORD FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO THE JAW OF ANDREI AND HE IS SENT DOWN! SHACKLEFORD TAKES OUT ANDREI AND LOOKS TO STEAL THE VICTORY BY PINNING THE DOWNED IVAR! OH MY GOD!
James Peters: NOOO!!! KICK OUT BY IVAR AKSELSEN! Whew, that was a close one and Shackleford is in a RAGE! He thought it was over right then and there, but he was smart! He almost stole that victory right there but I think that the amount of time it took between getting hit by the Final Impact before the eventual pin is why Ivar managed to kick out! Shackleford thought he was going to be the Heavyweight Champion right then and there but he must recognize that all these three men are fighting tooth and nail for that victory! What an incredible match it has been so far, and there seems to be no sign of stopping!
Rich Russillo: Shackleford looking to argue with the referee about the count but he assures him it was two, no shenanigans there! He looks disappointed almost but moping around will not get him the Championship! Come on, Andrei…you can do it!
James Peters: Indeed, but it seems now that face of disbelief and initial confusion is changing for Shackleford as he turns around to see the downed Ivar with nothing but a fiery hatred in his eyes! He wants to end it and he wants to end it NOW! Shackleford immediately grabs Ivar by his hair, lifting him back up! HE WANTS TO END IT! SHACKLEFORD HAS HIM IN POSITION FOR……THE SHACK DADDY DRIVER! SHACK DADDY DRIVER! NO! IVAR SLIPS OUT FROM BEHIND! HE TURNS SHACKLEFORD AROUND AND KICKS HIM IN THE CHEST! RITE OF PASSAGE! RITE OF PASSAGE! THE SNAP DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT CONNECTS, DRIVING SHACKLEFORD’S HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT! IVAR MAY HAVE BOUGHT HIMSELF A SAVING GRACE WITH THAT MOVE, BUT IT SEEMS NOW THAT ADRENALINE IS FUELING THIS MAN AS HE IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONS OVER TO A CHICKENWING OVER-THE-SHOULDER CROSSFACE! BLOOD EAGLE! BLOOD EAGLE! THE BLOOD EAGLE CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN, AND SHACKLEFORD HAS NOWHERE TO GO! HE IS TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AS IVAR HAS THE TABLES COMPLETELY TURNED! HE IS PULLING AWAY AT THE FACE OF SHACKLEFORD WITH THAT CHICKENWING OVER-THE-SHOULDER CROSSFACE!
Rich Russillo: DAMN! LOOK AT THE PULL BACK ON THAT! HE’S GOING TO SNAP HIS DAMN SPINE!
James Peters: SHACKLEFORD CAN’T ESCAPE! HE IS SCRAMBLING AND TRYING HIS BEST BUT NOTHING IS GOING FOR HIM! HE RAISES HIS ARM IN THE AIR….HE’S GOING TO TAP! HE TAPS! WAIT! ANDREI SOKOLOVA! SEEING RED! SEEING RED TO IVAR AKSELSEN! OH MY GOD! A SECOND BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE BY ANDREI SOKOLOVA AND HE BARELY MANAGES TO SAVE THE MATCH FOR HIMSELF, WOW! WOW INDEED, WHAT A CONTEST THIS HAS BEEN! This has been all back and forth from the beginning, and Andrei managed to save the match for himself and inadvertently save Shackleford from tapping by hitting with that Seeing Red just in time, as Ivar had that Blood Eagle hold locked in!
Rich Russillo: HAH! ANDREI SAVES THE MATCH! WHAT A MAN!
James Peters: Now all these three men are down in the ring, all three exhausted from expending all their energy to fight, battle, and hurt others in order to make history and become one of the inaugural champions of REVOLT! Andrei Sokolova, Ivar Akselsen, and Shackleford – all three have given sweat and tears, and some may even be hurt after tonight but it won’t matter for the victor because he manages to walk out of this building as the champion! The stakes are unbelievably high tonight and it’s no wonder we still haven’t found the winner yet! Andrei however is now the first man to rise back to his feet, slowly getting back and cracking his neck! He is locked and loaded and ready to unleash hell onto whoever is unfortunate enough to get it, and that seems to be Shackleford who is visibly weakened from that Blood Eagle having been locked onto him for so long! He lifts him up back to a vertical base, slowly….grabbing the wrist! ANDREI THEN SPINS AND PULLS HIM IN! SHATTER THY SPIRIT! SHATTER THY SPIRIT! SHACKLEFORD DUCKS THE ROUNDHOUSE, AND TRAPS THE ARM OF SOKOLOVA IN BETWEEN HIS OWN LEGS! BUT SHACKLEFORD LEAPS! THE LIGHTNING SABRE! NO! ANDREI KICKS SHACKLEFORD AWAY BEFORE HE COULD CONNECT WITH THE STUNNER, BARELY EVADING A FINISHER ONCE MORE! But the kick was so powerful it sent Shackleford rebounding off the ropes with momentum! OH MY GOD! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL BY SHACKLEFORD! ANDREI DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE BEFORE IT COULD CONNECT! BUT IVAR AKSELSEN WASN’T SO LUCKY HOWEVER AS HE STOOD UP AND RECOVERED JUST IN TIME ONLY FOR HIM TO BE PUT DOWN BY THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! OH MY GOD! ANDREI DUCKED THE CLOTHESELINE FROM HELL BY SHACKLEFORD ONLY FOR IT TO CONNECT STRAIGHT INTO AKSELSEN! THIS IS IT! THIS IS SHACKLEFORD’S CHANCE – BUT ANDREI FROM BEHIND! BACKSTABBER! BACKSTABBER BY ANDREI SOKOLOVA SENDING SHACKLEFORD DOWN IN PAIN STRAIGHT INTO HIS KNEES, AND ANDREI TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY! HE DOESN’T PIN IVAR, HOWEVER, LIFTING HIM BACK UP TO A VERTICAL BASE! NO! HE WAS JUST HIT BY THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL, HE’S GONE!
Rich Russillo: THIS IS FOR COMPLETE CERTAINTY, PETERS! TO BE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN THAT HE WALKS OUT TONIGHT THE CHAMPION! OH MY GOOODD–
James Peters: CHAOS CONTROL! CHAOS CONTROL! THE ROLLING CUTTER ACTUALLY CONNECTS, SENDING IVAR AKSELSEN STRAIGHT DOWN INTO THE MAT, ALMOST SPIKING HIM ATOP HIS HEAD WITH THAT ROLLING CUTTER! OH MY GOD, NO WAY! ANDREI LEAPS ONTO THE TRULY COMATOSE IVAR WITH A HOOK OF BOTH LEGS! MY GOD! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A NEW CHAMPION TONIGHT! THE FIRST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“goosebumps” by Travis Scott ft. Kendrick Lamar plays throughout the arena as Andrei Sokolova is on his knees, his hands in his hair in absolute shock. His grin is wide as the referee hands him the REVOLT! Heavyweight Championship which he takes, looking at it before clutching it within his arms, sweat pouring down.)
Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..AND NEEEEEWWWWWW REVOLT! HEAAVYWEEEIIGHT CHAAAMPPIOOONNN…..ANDREEEIIIII SOOOKOOLOOOOVAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Rich Russillo: HAHAHAHAHA! HE DID IT! HE ACTUALLY DID IT! MY BOY, THE MAN I KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING WHO WOULD TAKE IT ALL DID IT! ANDREI SOKOLOVA IS YOUR NEW REVOLT! HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE FIRST-EVER I MIGHT ADD! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE MATCH-UP, BUT ALL THAT MATTERS NOW IS THAT IN THE END I GET MY MONEY AND ANDREI GETS HIS TITLE! WOOO!!!
James Peters: WHAT A MATCH, RICH! These three men absolutely fought tooth and nail, back and forth, and were unrelenting in their desire to become the first-ever REVOLT! Heavyweight Champion, and in the end it was Andrei Sokolova who managed to come out through after the dust settles as your NEW Heavyweight Champion! Counters, signatures, finishers all the way around, that was the story of this match! Three men who wanted nothing more than to walk out of this building as the victor and the man who made history, and when it all came down to it, it was the opportunistic Andrei Sokolova who has become one of the first lineups of REVOLT! Champions! A well-deserved victory, and neither man in this contest should be down! An absolutely phenomenal triple threat match, at times I thought even Ivar Akselsen would have took the win especially with that brutal-looking Blood Eagle on Shackleford!
Rich Russillo: But history is written by the victors, Peters, and the victor tonight IS ANDREI! FUCKING! SOKOLOVA!
(Andrei Sokolova stands on the turnbuckle, raising the title high for the fans to see while an unconscious Ivar Akselsen lies on the mat and a disappointed Shackleford is on the outside, his head in his hands.)
(The camera cuts backstage as Allen Livingston stands with a microphone in hand and a pleasant smile on his face.)
Allen Livingston: Ladies and Gentlemen, we hope that you’ve enjoyed this event so far, but right now I have the opportunity to interview one of the men that we saw earlier tonight… he made his victorious debut against Xavier Williams and in doing so, retired the man. So, with that being said, please welcome at this time… Jackson Matthews.
(The camera pans across revealing Jackson Matthews with a big smile across his face.)
Jackson Matthews: Thank you, Allen.
Allen Livingston: What’s it like, Jackson. You’re still back there watching this event unfold and Xavier sets out this challenge for everyone in the back; when your music hit nobody knew who it was, but boy, did you seize the opportunity with both hands.
Jackson Matthews: Well, I certainly didn’t think that my night was going to go like that – let alone think that I was going to be able to compete at REVOLT! 1. But, it only takes one opportunity to make a name for yourself and I believe that’s what I’ve done. This is only the start of my time here in REVOLT! and this is nothing compared to what I look to do.
(The sound of clapping is heard in the background slowly getting closer and closer. Eventually Albert Hitchman walks into the camera’s view.)
Albert Hitchman: Congratulations, Mr. Matthews, you can truly be proud.
Jackson Matthews: What do you want?
Albert Hitchman: Woah, there’s no need for any hostility. I just wanted to personally welcome you to the company, after what we saw tonight I have no doubts that you have the potential to go quite far here.
Jackson Matthews: Thanks.
Albert Hitchman: But… But, but, but. I’m not the only person that wants to welcome you to REVOLT!
(The sound of crashing his head as Jackson Matthews is launched into the backstage equipment.)
James Peters: SCOTT DIAMOND!! SCOTT DIAMOND JUST FLOORED JACKSON MATTHEWS INTO THAT BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW SET UP!! DIAMOND HAS OVER ONE HUNDRED POUNDS ON THE MAN!! WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO PROVE!!
Albert Hitchman: Upsets… that’s what tonight’s theme seems to be all about. Maybe… just maybe that loss was a good thing, a reality check was needed, and tonight… we got one. No, no… this isn’t the end, far from it in fact.
(Hitchman takes a few steps forward, getting directly in front of the camera, inches away from it)
Albert Hitchman: It’s time to restore order.
(Scott laughs as he and Hitchman walks away. The camera shows Jackson clutching at the back of his head before the camera cuts elsewhere.)
(The camera fades back into the arena where we hear “Jerusalem” by Emerson, Lake & Palmer plays to a chorus of boos from the crowd as the lights go dark. The song then plays for a while before Reginald Dampshaw III walks out from the backstage area, along with Crichton Merriweather and The Wall Street Journal who walk not too far behind him. He is rolled onto the top of the ramp on a throne, wearing a crown that appears to be slightly cracked. He carries a scepter in his hands, before raising it to even more boos.)
James Peters: Wow! What an entrance from Reginald Dampshaw III tonight, and rightfully so! This is a grand entrance fit for a king, and especially since tonight may perhaps be one of the biggest nights of his career – a match against Hurricane Hawk to decide the man who will become the first-ever REVOLT! Light Heavyweight Championship! But alas, you can never be too sure, especially with The Wall Street Journal, Alistair Kingsley and Charles Darwin Wenthington not too far behind him, you can’t be sure if this match will go without some shenanigans going on.
Rich Russillo: True, but you should know that while Reginald may often cheat, in that ring he has dangerously scary technical prowess and honestly, I think that’s where he might hurt Hawk the most. He needs to be prepared for that.
(“Headlines” by Drake then blasts from the speakers as Hurricane Hawk walks out, donning a special leather jacket with his logo engraved on the back, along with the words “The Legend Killa” written across his trunks. He then walks down slowly towards the ring, slowly sliding in and taking note of Crichton, and The Chamber themselves.)
Rich Russillo: And here comes Hurricane Hawk, heading into another championship match. The guy is a veteran of the business who knows his way around wrestling holds, I’m sure he is no stranger to the atmosphere in the arena tonight. As showy and as stylish as ever, the feud between these two has been something that has been building for a while, with everything going on and now it seems that these two individuals will finally meet.
James Peters: I honestly cannot wait for this match to begin, Bella, take it away!
(The camera focuses on the two competitors in the ring, a blue-ish spotlight focusing on the two while the referee has the REVOLT! Light Heavyweight Championship in his hands. Bella Braxton stands in the middle with a microphone in her hand.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!……And the winner will be crowned the first-ever REVOLT! LIGHT HEAVYWEEIGHT CHAAAMPPIOON!!!!
(The crowd cheers.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, in the corner to my right! From Ryde, Isle of Wight, England! Weighing in at 225 POOOUNDS!!!!!!……HE IS “THE CRACKED KING” REEEGINAAALLLLLDD DAAAAMPPSHAAAWWW THEEE THIIIIIRRRRDDDDDD!!!!
(Reginald Dampshaw appears unresponsive to this, in a seeming trance, before snapping out of it and giving Hawk a smirk.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, in the corner to my left! Residing in Oakland, California! Weighing in at 239 POOUNDSSS!!!!!!……HE IS “THE LEGEND KILLA” HUURIIICAAAAANNNNNNEEEE HAAAAAAAWWWWKKKKKK!!!!!!!
(Hawk does his signature pose, taunting at both the crowd and Dampshaw. The referee then shows the championship to both Reginald and Hawk, before raising it up for the crowd to see.)
Rich Russillo: And here….we….go.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: The official has told the timekeeper to ring the bell, which means that this match is officially underway! Hurricane Hawk versus Reginald Dampshaw III, a match to decide who will be crowned the first-ever REVOLT! Light Heavyweight champion! This is a championship match that we have been anticipating since the first episode of Resurgence in January this year, and tonight we are seeing the culmination of all of the battles and animosity between these two; it is all coming to a head tonight! Neither competitor has moved away from their corner yet, both men seem to be scanning each other and taking mental notes of how they should approach the situation! You can feel the tension in the air, it’s so thick to the point you could cut it with a knife, honestly! The crowd eagerly waiting in anticipation as Hawk and Dampshaw now step out from their corners and approach each other in the center of the ring……and here we begin with a collar and elbow tie-up! Both men vying for control here tonight, looking to see who will falter….and neither seems t be relenting! Reginald is quick to change pace however as he goes behind Hawk with a waistlock! But Hawk manages to change positions and push Dampshaw backwards, pushing the both of them right into the ropes! And the referee is forced to make a break here, getting in between the two men, and it appears to be a clean break, but Hawk has that arm raised! HE STRI – WAIT! He didn’t hit Reginald but simply gave him a pat on the chest! Yikes! I’m guessing that is an attempt from Hurricane Hawk to simply get inside the head of Reginald, almost a showcasing of his superiority over the man!
James Peters: Dampshaw looks unamused from that action as the two step back and meet in the ring once more with a second collar and elbow tie-up! This time it is Hawk who is quick on his feet as he goes behind Dampshaw with his own waistlock! But he quickly reacts, placing the head of Hawk right into his clutches with a tight headlock! AND OH! DAMPSHAW NOW BITING THE HEAD OF HAWK! WHAT THE HELL? Reginald just bit the forehead of Hawk while that headlock was locked in and the referee has to be brought in to push him away! I’ve never seen Reginald act that way before, he seems to be a lot more erratic and violent tonight! He wants this victory and he wants it bad! The referee pushes Reginald away but he doesn’t mind as the bite stuns Hawk enough to allow Dampshaw to sweep the leg! Leg sweep by Dampshaw taking Hawk down to the mat and now he shifts himself, moving into the north south position with the facelock!
Rich Russillo: That’s where the British catch and catch wrestling comes into play, his prowess and proficiency in that style is seeming to pay dividends for the man as he keeps Hawk grounded.
James Peters: REGINALD DRIVES KNEES TO THE SKULL OF HAWK WHILE HE HAS HIM IN THE GROUNDED FACELOCK! He’s being vicious and keeping him trapped in that lock, a good strategy from Dampshaw! He continues to drive those knees into his skull before the two rise to their feet…..AND DAMPSHAW LOOKS TO SEND HAWK DOWN WITH A SPIKE DDT! HAWK PUSHES HIM AWAY AND INTO THE ROPES! Reginald Dampshaw III rebounds off of that, coming back and SENDING HURRICANE HAWK DOWN WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK! Hawk lands on the mat back-first and Dampshaw runs off the adjacent ropes! Hawk rolls over to his belly though and Dampshaw gallops over him, bouncing off the ropes once more! WOAH! Hawk with some level of agility there as he leapfrogged over his opponent, and the momentum sends Dampshaw running off yet again! He turns around – LEGACY CUTTER! LEGACY CUTTER BY HAWK! NO! DAMPSHAW MANAGES TO PUSH HIM AWAY BEFORE IT COULD CONNECT! A close call there by Dampshaw and now Hawk is on his knees, laughing and giving a devilish grin to his opponent, while he looks on in bewilderment!
Rich Russillo: Hawk once again getting in the head of his opponent, showing just how deadly his Legacy Cutter is since he can hit that from anywhere, anytime!
James Peters: Indeed! We have seen that maneuver take down Hall of Famers and veterans of the industry, and now we see that Hawk is using his finger to point towards his head, only seeming to make Dampshaw even more aggravated than before….AND I THINK HE HAS HAD ENOUGH! DAMPSHAW CHARGES AT HAWK WITH A LARIAT! HAWK BLOCKS IT WITH A BOOT! Reginald grips his arm in pain, and Hawk takes this chance to STRIKE DAMPSHAW WITH A RIGHT! THEN ANOTHER RIGHT! ANOTHER RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE! Hawk absolutely assaulting Dampshaw now with machine gun-like strikes to his skull! Dampshaw trying to defend himself but Hawk is giving his adversary no chance here tonight! Hawk now runs and bounces off the opposite corner! AND A RUNNING CORNER DROPKICK STRAIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF THE CRACKED KING CONNECTS, AND DAMPSHAW IS FORCED TO RETREAT TO THE OUTSIDE! The veteran experience and wherewithal is shining through tonight, as well as some of Hawk’s signature mind games that he is famous for! It seems he’s playing one with Reginald now as he is outside, running his hands through his hair while his butler and The Wall Street Journal give him a pep talk, and look at Hurricane Hawk with his swagger as he leans back in the corner, nonchalantly waiting for Dampshaw to get back in the ring to which he obliges! Reginald is now visibly getting frustrated that he hasn’t landed offense on Hawk!
James Peters: AND THAT RAGE SEEMS TO BE GETTING TO HIM AS HE QUICKLY CHARGES TOWARDS HAWK WHO IS IN THE CORNER! HAWK DOES A COMBAT ROLL TO EVADE DAMPSHAW WHO FORCEFULLY COLLIDES WITH THE TURNBUCKLES! He then grabs Dampshaw from behind! HE’S LOOKING TO SEND HIM DOWN WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX, BUT DAMPSHAW IS FIGHTING IT! DEAR GOD! DAMPSHAW JUST CONNECTED WITH A NASTY BACK ELBOW TO THE JAW OF HAWK, A SOUND THAT ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE ARENA! I THINK I EVEN SAW A TOOTH FLY OUT AFTER THAT ONE, WOW! What an elbow shot by Dampshaw, as Hawk now slumps down onto his knees after just one back elbow! Reginald sees this as he rebounds off the ropes! AND HE CONNECTS WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE BACK OF HAWK’S HEAD! IT LOOKED LIKE HE GOT WHIPLASH FROM THAT AS DAMPSHAW NOW HOOKS THE LEG!
Rich Russillo: KICK OUT BY HAWK! He kicks out, shooting up but the pain from just those two moves seems to be getting him already. Great effectiveness from Dampshaw tonight.
James Peters: Hawk is sat up, gripping the back of his head after that vicious-looking big boot, BUT REGINALD WON’T LET HIM RECUPERATE AS HE GRABS HIS HEAD FROM BEHIND WITH A CRAVATE! It seems now that Reginald Dampshaw III may be targeting the neck of his opponent tonight! This was the same strategy we saw him pull against Impact a month bck, and while he was unsuccessful in obtaining the victory there, tonight he isn’t stopping as he forcefully pulls back with that cravate! His knee is up against the back of Hawk, using it as better leverage to pull him back even further, but now it seems that Hawk is fighting! His fists are clenched and he is slowly rising to his feet! An elbow to the abdomen of Dampshaw! Then a second! A third! A fourth and Reginald finally lets go, gripping his stomach in pain – BUT REGINALD STOPS HAWK DEAD IN HIS TRACKS OF RECOVERY WITH A LOUD FOREARM SMASH TO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD!
Rich Russillo: This brutality from Dampshaw tonight is seeming to be very efficient for the man, not letting Hawk get a chance to recover! You can feel the impact from each strike echo, but it’s clear that this rage is built-up from the past and especially after those mind games!
James Peters: Completely agree, Rich, and it really appears to be working tonight as Reginald grabs the stunned Hurricane Hawk by the head, and lifts him up in a fireman’s carry! What’s this? I THINK DAMPSHAW MIGHT BE LOOKING FOR A FIREMAN’S CARRY NECKBREAKER OF SOME SORT, TO FINISH OFF THAT ASSAULT ON THE NECK AND OBLITERATE IT ONCE AND FOR ALL! BUT HAWK IS FIGHTING IT AS HE ELBOWS THE SIDE OF DAMPSHAW’S HEAD! BUT REGINALD DOES NOT STOP AS HE SENDS HAWK DOWN WITH AN USHIGOROSHI, A FIREMAN’S CARRY NECKBREAKER! DAMN! Reginald Dampshaw looking to expose and turn that neck of Hawk into a weakness with these moves, and OH! A FEW MORE STOMPS TO THE BACK OF THE NECK FOR GOOD MEASURE! Now Reginald drops down, will this be enough as he hooks the legs? IS IT ENOUGH FOR A NEW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION?
Rich Russillo: ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM HAWK! Dampshaw getting visibly angry now, arguing with the referee, but nah son, that was two! To be fair however, that fireman’s carry neckbreaker really was brutal and you could see how he landed right at the point of the knee!
James Peters: Nonetheless, Hurricane Hawk got his shoulder up which means that this match is still going on! This match to decide the inaugural Light Heavyweight Champion is still underway, but I think Dampshaw truly thought it would have been it right there, and now you can see the rage and fire in his face! He wants Hawk to just stay down, and I think he may want to end it now! He lifts Hawk back up to stand on his own two feet, before hooking his arm in! REGINALD IS GOING FOR THE GOLDEN BUSTER! THAT VERTICAL DROP BRAINBUSTER IS A VERY REAL POSSIBILITY RIGHT NOW AND HAWK IS FIGHTING IT! HE IS NOT LETTING REGINALD CONNECT WITH IT, AND….HE IS FORCED TO DROP HAWK WHO LANDS ON HIS FEET IN FRONT OF HIS OPPONENT! Hawk bounces off the ropes! STIFF CLOTHESLINE ACROSS THE CHEST OF DAMPSHAW SENDING HIM DOWN! But Dampshaw is quick to get back up to his feet, ONLY FOR HAWK TO BRING HIM DOWN AGAIN WITH YET ANOTHER STIFF CLOTHESLINE! REGINALD GETS UP AGAIN! A FOURTH CLOTHESLINE! Hawk beginning to rebuild that lost momentum from earlier in the matchup as he grabs Dampshaw with a facelock! HAWK IS TRYING TO HIT THE GENERATION KNOCKOUT! IMPALER DDT! DAMPSHAW IS FIGHTING IT WITH FISTS TO THE CHEST! HAWK DROPS HIM! Dampshaw preventing that DDT as he goes behind Hawk, and puts him in a reverse facelock!
James Peters: DAMPSHAW IS GOING FOR IT! HE LIFTS HAWK UP! THE FAMILY NAME! THE FAMILY NAME! NO! HAWK LANDS BEHIND DAMPSHAW AND TURNS HIM AROUND! GENERATION KNOCKOUT! IT CONNECTS! SECOND TIME’S THE CHARM AS HURRICANE HAWK DRIVES DAMPSHAW’S HEAD INTO THEMAT WITH THE GENERATION KNOCKOUT, THE IMPALER DDT TO SEAL THE DEAL! BUT HE CAN’T CAPITALIZE IMMEDIATELY DUE TO HIS NECK! HE’S HURT BUT HE’S STILL GOING TO TRY AND COVER!
James Peters: REGINALD DAMPSHAW III GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Rich Russillo: He will not go down that easily, and especially something as important as this match is to both men, and also Hawk took too much time trying to tend to that neck which allowed Dampshaw to gain enough time to recover and get the shoulder up just before three!
James Peters: I agree, Rich, and it seems that it is gonna get to the point where it will go back and forth until one or the other falters, to which the other will then take advantage! Hawk standing up now, stretching his arms and cracking his neck in an attempt to loosen up that joint but it is still in pain after Dampshaw’s assault, but Hawk doesn’t seem to mind as he looks into the eyes of Dampshaw….BEFORE STOMPING ON HIS HANDS! THEN A STOMP TO HIS SHOULDER! TO THE OTHER SHOULDER! THE OTHER HAND, NOW ON HIS CHEST! JAYWALKING! THIS IS THE MOVE THAT HAWK LEARNED FROM A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING LEGEND, JAYWALKER, AND TONIGHT YOU CAN SEE IT IN PLAY AS HE STOMPS AWAY AT ALL OF THE LIMBS OF REGINALD! Slow, methodical, and a brutal way to put some pain on Reginald! He is letting out sharp brehd after each and every stomp, specifically onto the face and nerves….AND HAWK FINISHES OFF THE COMBINATION WITH A KNEE DROP STRAIGHT INTO THE FACE OF DAMPSHAW! That signature combination being used tonight in order to help Hawk in his quest to become champion, and almost immediately after the knee drop he grabs Dampshaw by his head…….AND PULLS HIM INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY! OH MY! HURRICANE HAWK LOOKING FOR THE GTR! THE MOVE MADE FAMOUS BY OUR VERY OWN REVOLT BACKER, RONN BANKS, AND IF HE HITS THIS REGINALD MIGHT JUST JOIN THE LONGLINE OF SUPERSTAR WHO HAVE FALLEN TO THAT MANEUVER! GTR! GO TO RETIREMENT!
James Peters: WAIT! CRICHTON MERRIWEATHER! THE BUTLER OF REGINALD DAMPSHAW III IS ON THE APRON, TELLING HAWK TO COME AT HIM! WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?! HAWK SEES CRICHTON AND RUNS TOWARDS HIM, OH MY GOD! HE JUST CLOTHESLINED AN OLD MAN PFF OF THE APRON AND DOWN ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR, DROPPING DAMPSHAW IN THE PROCESS! BUT HAWK SHOULD BE WATCHING FROM BEHIND BECAUSE IT’S REGINALD WITH SOMETHING IN HIS HAND! WHAT IS IT? IT’S – HAWK TURNS AROUND! REGINALD THROWS IT’S POWDER!
James Peters: HURRICANE HAWK DODGES THE POWDER BEFORE IT COULD HIT HIM! BUT THE POWDER INADVERTENTLY GOT THE REFEREE WHO WAS STANDING BEHIND HAWK! OH MY GOD! NO WAY!
Rich Russillo: IT SEEMS THAT REGINALD’S BACKUP PLAN DIDN’T WORK OUT THE WAY HE WANTED TO AND NOW IT’S THE REFEREE WITH A FACE FULLOF POWDER! I don’t know what this means, Peters, but this could be bad for both men! Reginald now in shock, looking at the referee who is stunned from the powder as he turns around –
James Peters: LEGACY CUTTER! LEGACY CUTTER BY HURRICANE HAWK TO REGINALD DAMPSHAW III! THE JUMPING CUTTER CONNECTS AS REGINALD FALLS EMPHATICALLY TO THE MAT, AND HAWK HOOKS THE KEG- BUT THE REFEREE ISN’T THERE!
James Peters: THEY CAN KEEP COUNTING BUT THE REFEREE IS KNOCKED OUT AND THEREFORE, DESPITE REGINALD BEING KNOCKED OUT COLD, HAWK IS NOT THE WINNER RIGHT NOW!I don’t think Hawk even realized at first that the referee was incapacitated, but now he does and he’s attempting to snap him out of it, clearly angry that he didn’t win nor was his pin counted! BUT FROM BEHIND! WATCH OUT! IT’S THE WALL STREET JOURNAL AS THEY CLUB HAWK WITH ALL KINDS OF SHOTS! THEY’RE MAULING HIM RIGHT NOW AND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY UNFAIR! THE REFEREE IS OUT AND CAN’T SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, HE CAN’T DISQUALIFY REGINALD AT THIS VERY MOMENT!
Rich Russillo: Honestly, Peters, it’s quite the genius move! They are taking advantage of the referee not being able to actually officiate by involving themselves in this matchup, and offering Reginald an edge in the match.
James Peters: ARE YOU HIGH? THIS IS TRAVESTY, RICH! THEY SHOULD NOT BE HERE IN THE RING RIGHT NOW! But it seems now that Hawk is beginning to fight back against The Wall Street Journal, two members of The Chamber as he fires off with a right hand to Kingsley! Then to CDW! Kingsely! CDW! HAWK IS FIGHTING BACK AND BRINGING THE FIGHT TO THE TEAM THAT HAS BEEN A NAGGING THORN IN HIS SIDE EVER SINCE TH thE CHAMBER WAS FORMED! HE SENDS THEM BOTH BACK WITH A DROPKICK TO BOTH MEN! Alistair Kingsleyand CDW are sent flying backwards. BUT THEY COME BACK WITH A DOUBLE TEAM LARIAT! HAWK DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE! Both men turn around – OH MY GOD! DIUBLE LEGACY CUTTER! DOUBLE LEGACY CUTTER BY HURRICANE HAWK TO THE WALL STREET JOURNAL! HE JUST TOOK THEM BOTH DOWN WITH A JUMPING CUTTER AT THE SAME TIME, AND NOW THE TWO OF THEM ARE ROLLING OUT OF THE RING, KNOCKED DOWN! And now, Reginald Dampshaw III’s handymen aren’t here to help him anymore, the referee is slowly beginning to wipe away the powder as Hawk tells both members of The Wall Street Journal to go away! WAIT! REGINALD FROM BEHIND! HE GRABS HAWK AND LIFTS HIM UP! THE FAMILY NAME! THE FAMILY NAME!
James Peters: HAWK LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND DAMPSHAW! THE OSAKA STREET DIDN’T CONNECT, AND HAWK GRABS THE WRIST OF DAMPSHAW FROM BEHIND! OH MY GOD! LAAAAASST SEEREENAAADE! LAST SERENADE! IT CONNECTS! WRISTLOCK TRANSITIONED INTO A LEAPING KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS! HURRICANE HAWK WITH THE LAST SERENADE AS THE LEGEND KILLA SENDS THE CRACKED KING DOWN! WHAT A COUNTER BY HAWK! DAMPSHAW FALLS DOWN AND HAWK PINS HIM DOWN!!!!! THIS IS IT! NEW CHAMPION!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Headlines” by Drake blasts throughout the arena as Hurricane Hawk rises to his feet, grabbing the title out of the referee’s hands before raising it high up in the air in victory, while The Chamber all lie defeated inside and outside the ring.)
Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER…….AND NEEEEEWWW REVOLT! LIGHT HEAAAVYYWEEEIIGHTTT CHAAMPPPIOOOON……HURRICAAAANNEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWKKKKKK!!!!!!!
(Video package showing the intense, heated war of words between Sienna Jade and Ms. Extreme before the Freeweight Championship is shown on the titantron)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… And is for the Freeweight Championship!
(Dustin Diamond debuts… NEXT WEEK!!)
(Camera fades back to the ringside area)
(“Resurge” by Gone is Gone hits as Sienna Jade emerges from the curtain wearing a holographic light veil with white fur at the edges covering her entire body. She spreads her arms wide, accentuating the design. As she walks down the ramp, she removes the veil, the camera panning in on her devilish expression. The crowd boo her fervently)
Bella Braxton: Making her way down to the ring first… From San Diego, California, weighing in at 135 pounds… She is “The Rose from the Devil’s Garden”… SIENNNNNAAAAA JAAAADEEEEE!
Russillo: This is a pretty hostile environment for Sienna Jade to step into, but if her stream of invective toward her opponent Ms. Extreme this week is any indication, it’s something she’s masterfully prepared for.
Peters: You’re absolutely right, Russillo. Any woman who continues to speak the way Sienna Jade does has to back up the talk, and I don’t think if she wasn’t able to do that she’d be competing to be the first ever Freeweight Champion.
(“Off With Her Head” by Icon for Hire hits as Ms. Extreme makes her way down the aisle to a majority cheering crowd, some boos muffled in. She doesn’t break eye contact with Sienna Jade as she hastily continues walking down the ramp, clearly focused on the task ahead)
Bella Braxton: And her opponent… From Calabasas, California, weighing in at 135 pounds… MISSSSSSSS EXTREMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Russillo: Ms. Extreme is a woman who has been tormented by the success of her sisters and she’s had the fact she hasn’t succeeded at the same level banged into her head like a drum by multiple opponents. She’s trying to take that energy into this Freeweight Championship match againt Sienna Jade and harness it. All of the anger, resentment, maybe even feelings of inadequacy. She’s trying to squash all of that right now in one fell swoop — by defeating Sienna Jade and becoming the Freeweight Champion.
Peters: A lot of people would say she is the favorite. How much of that is based on a dislike for the personality of Sienna Jade, I don’t know. But to me they’re two expertly skilled women, absolute lionesses of their craft who sink their teeth into prey with great enthusiasm. The all-important target that is the Freeweight Championship will be heavy on the minds of these two fierce women’s competitors tonight.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Peters: This star-studded Freeweight Championship bout is underway! The crowd is hot for these two women as Sienna Jade and Ms. Extreme begin circling around one another. Ms. Extreme initiates a tie-up with Sienna but Sienna doesn’t a waste a moment before maneuvering it into a waist lock, but now Ms. Extreme uses those strong hands to pry Sienna’s arms away from her waist – only to be met with a kick to the midsection from Sienna Jade! Sienna darts off the ropes as Ms. Extreme stands in a half-upright position after that kick, and now a running bulldog by Sienna! BUT MS. EXTREME CATCHES SIENNA JADE, THROWING HER INTO THE RING ROPES AND TOSSING HER OVER AND ONTO THE OUTSIDE WHERE SHE LANDS HEAD FIRST!
Russillo: Ms. Extreme just laid Sienna Jade out right there! Sienna’s going to have to find a way to regroup after taking that nasty fall on her head!
Peters: Ms. Extreme isn’t allowing Sienna any time to recuperate, as she darts off the ropes and plunges through the middle rope right into Sienna Jack for a Suicide Dive! Sienna Jade was just getting up, but she was still turned the other way and Ms. Extreme just dashed into the shoulder blade of Sienna Jade!
Russillo: Ms. Extreme didn’t quit get all of that Suicide Dive, but she came close!
Peters: Ms. Extreme is quickly up to her feet, now grabbing Sienna Jade and dumping her back into the ring. Ms. Extreme hops up on the ring apron, but Sienna Jade showing some push-back manages to connect with a headbutt to the midsection of Ms. Extreme! Sienna Jade now wrenches Ms. Extreme up for a Vertical Suplex over the apron, hoisting her and taking her down — NO! Ms. Extreme maneuvers her weight down perfectly, landing on her feet! Sienna immediately recognizes this a back elbow to the jaw of Ms. Extreme, but Ms. Extreme grabs Sienna Jade’s arm, grounding her to the mat and applying the crossface with the trap of the arm! She’s got it locked in tight!
Russillo: This isn’t looking good for Sienna!
Peters: But Sienna with her foot under the rope! Ms. Extreme was wrenching that Armtrap Crossface in tight as she hoped to submit her foe and win the Freeweight Champion, but Sienna expertly manages to move her foot over to the rope as the referee break these two women up.
Russillo: Sienna was ill-prepared for that crossface. Another close call like that and Ms. Extreme could be your Freeweight Champion.
Peters: Sienna is taken back up to her feet as Ms. Extreme yanks by her by the hair before grabbing her arm, pressing her against the ropes, and now an Irish whip to try and connect with a hip toss as Sienna’s momentum takes her down — BUT SIENNA LANDS ON HER FEET! AND MS. EXTREME WITH A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT, BUT TO NO AVAIL AS SIENNA JADE SIDESTEPS THE CLOTHESLINE AND CONNECTS WITH A STIFF KICK TO THE BACK OF MS. EXTREME! MS. EXTREME CLUTCHES AT HER SIDE BEFORE SPRINGING OFF THE ROPES AND CHARGING FORWARD INTO THE BACK OF MS. EXTREME’S LEG FOR THE CHOP BLOCK!
Russillo: Watch out, Ms. Extreme!
Peters: BUT WHAT INTUITIVENESS! MS. EXTREME LEAPS OVER THE ATTEMPTED CHOPBLOCK RIGHT AS SIENNA WENT FOR IT, AND NOW MS. EXTREME WITH THE ARM-WRENCH INSIDE CRADLE PIN!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!….
Peters: And a kickout by Sienna Jade! Ms. Extreme thought she had it, but Sienna kicked out right before the count of three! Ms. Extreme immediately goes back on the offensive with an elbow to the sternum followed by a headlock to the still-grounded Sienna Jade, but Sienna uses the back of her head to headbutt Ms. Extreme! Resourcefulness from a grounded position!
Russillo: We’d expect nothing less from Sienna. She’s crafty and she has no problem demonstrating that fact.
Peters: Ms. Extreme staggers back as Sienna uses the ropes to leverage herself to her feet and regain a vertical base. Sienna Jade dashes forward at Ms. Extreme, but she runs into a Spinning Wheel Kick from Ms. Extr–BASEBALL SLIDE! SIENNA WITH THE BASEBALL SLIDE CAUSING MS. EXTREME TO CATCH NOTHING BUT AIR WITH THAT SPINNING WHEEL KICK, AND FROM BEHIND THE GERMAN SUPLEX! IT CONNECTS! THE GERMAN SUPLEX SENDS MS. EXTREME BACK-FIRST AGAINST THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! MS. EXTREME STUMBLES FORWARD AND FALLS DOWN! SHE’S IN A WORLD OF HURT RIGHT NOW RUSSILLO!
Russillo: Ms. Extreme is going to have to get that checked out after this bout. This shows you the kind of stops these women are willing to pull out to win the Freeweight Championship!
Peters: Sienna Jade stares at her opponent for a moment… Maybe she’s thinking about going for the cover?! Nope! Sienna positions herself on the outside ring apron, running toward the ropes! SIENNA IS ON THE TOP ROPE AND SHE’S CLEARLY PREPARING FOR SOMETHING BIG HERE AS MS. EXTREME IS LAID OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! SIENNA JADE LEAPS! THE STARSTRUCK MOONSAULT!
Russillo: Don’t do this, Sienna!
Peters: AND MISSES! SIENNA JADE TRIED TO EXECUTE THAT STARSTRUCK MOONSAULT WHICH COULD VERY WELL HAVE PUT AN END TO THIS MATCH, BUT MS. EXTREME DIDN’T ALLOW HERSELF TO BE OUTDONE, ROLLING OUT OF THE WAY AS SIENNA WAS LEFT TO TUMBLE INTO THE COLD, HARD WRESTLING MAT! MS. EXTREME IS NOW DRAGGING HERSELF UP TO HER FEET, SCRATCHING AND CLAWING TO RISE TO THIS CHAMPIONSHIP OCCASION AND MAKE SIENNA JADE EAT HER WORDS!
Russillo: AND SHE’S UP!
Peters: Ms. Extreme is back up to her feet and has her sights immediately set on Sienna Jade! AND MS. EXTREME YANKS SIENNA BY THE AIR, SHE’S PULLING ON SIENNA’S HAIR TO STOKE THIS FIRE AND SIENNA IS NONE TOO PLEASED! THE GROUNDED SIENNA IS MOUTHING OBSCENITIES AT HER OPPONENT!
Sienna (no mic): GET OFF ME YOU BITCH!
Peters: AND MS. EXTREME RETALIATES AS SHE CONNECTS WITH THAT HAIR PULL SLAM TO THE MAT! THE BACK OF SIENNA’S HEAD AGGRESSIVELY CRASHED AGAINST THE MAT, AND MS. EXTREME HAS THAT EXPRESSION ON HER FACE! A TWISTED SICK SENSE OF SATISFACTION AS SHE DROPS INTO A COVER AND HOOKS THE LEG OF SIENNA JADE!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!… THRRRR–
Peters: BUT A KICKOUT BY SIENNA JADE! The resilient competitor is sticking in this!
Russillo: Not so cocky now, Extreme, huh?
Peters: Be that as it may, Ms. Extreme is clearly in prime position here. She’s been introducing Sienna Jade to a world of hurt. Sienna is in no man’s land and Ms. Extreme tries to capitalize on this as she goes back to work on Sienna, connecting with a VICIOUS shoot kick to the back of Sienna Jade! Ms. Extreme has been working on Sienna Jade’s back throughout the duration of this match thus far, just continuing to go back to the well when she’s run out of ideas, and it’s seemingly panned out for her! Sienna squirms up against the turnbuckle but remains grounded, and now Ms. Extreme, completely merciless, hits the Corner Foot Choke on Sienna! That boot of Ms. Extreme is pressed up against the throat of Sienna as she’s back up against the bottom turnbuckle. The referee is trying to separate her from Sienna, but to no avail as she just continues pressing away, stopping for a moment and distancing herself before lunging forward again! KNEE TO THE CHEST — NO! SIENNA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY IN THE NICK OF TIME, FAVORING HER THROAT AND HER BACK AFTER THE PUNISHMENT SHE’S WITHSTOOD FROM MS. EXTREME! MS. EXTREME WITH ALL OF HER MOMENTUM RAN KNEE-FIRST INTO THAT TURNBUCKLE AND NOW SHE’S FAVORING HER KNEE!
Russillo: They say fortune favors the bold, but Ms. Extreme swung for the fences and strike out right there! After getting cocky, that possibly injured knee could even these odds and cost Ms. Extreme!
Peters: Sienna is groggy, but she’s pulling herself back up, as is Ms. Extreme after taking a fall! Sienna is up first, and Ms. Extreme follows shortly after her, but as Ms. Extreme turns around Sienna gets her with a thumb to the eye! Sienna’s obscured Ms. Extreme’s vision and now she has a window of opportunity. Ms. Extreme drops down to one knee and she’s still blinded! Sienna’s eyes widen as she darts off the ropes and takes all of her momentum forward! THE SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS! AND MY, THAT WAS VICIOUS! THAT KICK TO THE HEAD OF MS. EXTREME MAY HAVE HER SEEING STARS AT THIS VERY MOMENT! SIENNA ISN’T WASTING A SINGLE MOVEMENT, IMMEDIATELY RISING TO HER FEET AND DARTING TOWARD THE NEAREST ROPES, SCALING THE TURNBUCKLES BEFORE SHE’S ATOP! AND SIENNA IS ON TOP! COULD IT BE? STARSTRUCK!
Russillo: What a reversal of momentum if Sienna can hit this!
Peters: IT CONNECTS! THE STARSTRUCK MOONSAULT CONNECTS AND SIENNA JADE IS ABLE TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A HOOK OF THE LEG ON MS. EXTREME! BALLGAME!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!… THRRRR—
Peters: A KICKOUT! SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, A KICKOUT BY MS. EXTREME AT ABOUT TWO AND SEVEN EIGHTHS OF A SECOND! SIENNA IS AGHAST! SHE’S LOOKING OVER AT THE REFEREE SMACKING HER HANDS TOGETHER BEFORE BASHING BALLED-UP FISTS AGAINST THE MAT! MS. EXTREME’S INCREDIBLE RESOLVE IS DRAWING THE IRE OF SIENNA JADE IN A WAY WE HAVEN’T SEEN YET!
Russillo: Sienna is about to blow a gasket…
Peters: Sienna forces Ms. Extreme back up to her feet, but Ms. Extreme’s dead weight simply isn’t complying! Combine that together with the fact that Sienna is absolutely exhausted, she’s wasting precious time right now! SIENNA HAS HER UP! SIENNA HOOKS HER LEG! SHE’S GOING TO WRAP THIS FIGHT UP WITH THE RDG FISHERMAN’S SUPL — A HEADBUTT FROM MS. EXTREME! UNBELIEVABLE! MS. EXTREME JUST WON’T DIE! THAT HEADBUTT SENDS SIENNA JADE STAGGERING BACK, AND NOW MS. EXTREME WITH ANOTHER HEADBUTT! YOU CAN TELL MS. EXTREME IS HURTING FROM THESE HEADBUTTS AS WELL, BUT SHE’S WILLING TO GO THROUGH WITH IT FOR THE SAKE OF THAT CHAMPIONSHIP! WHAT IS THIS?? RED HERRING! RED HERRING! MS. EXTREME HAS MANAGED TO APPLY THAT INVERTED FACELOCK SHE CALLS THE RED HERRING, AND SIENNA JADE COULD VERY WELL SUBMIT! MS. EXTREME IS YELLING AT HER TO TAP OUT, THE REFEREE IS ASKING IF SHE WANTS TO SUBMIT, BUT SIENNA IS DEFIANT!
Russillo: Sienna’s not going to have any choice at this rate!
Peters: MS. EXTREME TAKES SIENNA JADE DOWN WITH THE INVERTED FACELOCK! THE RED HERRING HAS BECOME A GROUNDED RED HERRING, AND SIENNA IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO! SHE’S GOT TO THINK OF SOMETHING QUICK OR RISK HAVING EVERYTHING SHE’S WORKED FOR SLIP THROUGH HER GRASP! SIENNA’S FLAILING HER FEET OVER, TRYING TO GAIN LEVERAGE TO GET CLOSER TO THE ROPES. SHE’S INCHING, SCRATCHING, CLAWING!
Russillo: Any means necessary!
Peters: SIENNA IS GOING TO DO IT! SHE’S GOING TO GET TO THE ROPES! JUST A LITTLE MORE!
Peters: BUT MS. EXTREME ROLLS HER BACK OVER TWICE, KEEPING THE GROUNDED RED HERRING APPLIED ON SIENNA JADE! SIENNA JADE HAS NOWHERE TO GO AND SHE IS GOING TO BE FORCED TO TAP AT THIS RATE!
Russillo: Look at her face swelling up…
Peters: WHAT?! SIENNA WITH POSSIBLY THE LAST STRENGTH SHE CAN MUSTER MANAGES TO ROLL MS. EXTREME OVER, CONNECTING WITH A SNAPMARE TAKEOVER TO BREAK THE RED HERRING AND NARROWLY ESCAPE FROM CERTAIN DEFEAT! SIENNA SOMEHOW MANAGES A SECOND ONE AND IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS BY GIVING MS. EXTREME A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE, CONNECTING WITH A SHOOT KICK TO THE BACK OF MS. EXTREME! SIENNA HAS WITHSTOOD SO MUCH PUNISHMENT SO FAR, BUT NEITHER OF THESE WOMEN HAVE BEEN WILLING TO BUDGE IN THEIR DETERMINATION!
Russillo: They may both go unconscious first…
Peters: Sienna struggles but somehow manages to take Ms. Extreme back up to a vertical base! Ms. Extreme is groggy, she may have used all of her stamina by applying that Red Herring on Sienna Jade for so long, and now Sienna Jade is positioning her for something here! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! But Ms. Extreme with forearm to the face followed by an elbow to the neck prevents Sienna Jade from connecting that Northern Lights Suplex!
Russillo: Could you imagine if she had connected with a bridge? After everything Ms. Extreme has been put through, it could have been night over!
Peters: ENZUIGIRI FROM SIENNA JADE! THE ENZUIGIRI CONNECTS, AND MS. EXTREME IS WOBBLY, STAGGERING BACK, BUT SHE REMAINS UPRIGHT — UNTIL SHE FALLS BACK AND OVER THE ROPES, ONTO THE OUTSIDE MAT! SIENNA JADE TAKES A MOMENT TO REGAIN HER BREATH AND SOME OF HER ENERGY AFTER HER AND MS. EXTREME HAVE BEEN CAUGHT IN THE HEAT OF A STALEMATE THROUGHOUT THIS FIGHT! SIENNA JADE SETS HER SIGHTS BACK ON MS. EXTREME AFTER A BRIEF PAUSE, AND MS. EXTREME IS RISING BACK TO HER FEET! SIENNA JADE GOES OVER TO THE ROPES AND OUTSIDE… NO! SIENNA JADE SPRINGBOARDS! SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY PLANCHA!
Peters: BUT MS. EXTREME! MS. EXTREME SHIFTS HER MOMENTUM IN MID-AIR AND VIOLENTLY THROWS SIENNA JADE BACK-FIRST INTO THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! SIENNA JADE WENT HIGH-RISK, HIGH-REWARD JUST NOW AND THE “RISK” END OF IT ENDED UP WINNING OUT! MS. EXTREME IS EXHAUSTED, BUT MANAGES TO PULL SIENNA JADE BACK UP HER HAIR, FORCING HER INTO THE RING! SIENNA JADE BARELY KNOWS WHERE SHE IS BUT SHE’S CLUTCHING HER BACK RIGHT NOW AND YOU CAN SEE THE WELT FROM THAT WHIPLASH-INDUCING WRECK SHE JUST HAD WITH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE — THANKS TO MS. EXTREME!
Russillo: If Sienna had telegraphed the move better rather than foolishly going for a high-risk maneuver, she wouldn’t be in this predicament!
Peters: Thanks for your armchair analysis, Russillo. Ms. Extreme re-enters the ring now, but Sienna is already up to her feet and she connects with a running knee to the side of Ms. Extreme’s head! THE RUNNING KNEE TO THE SIDE OF MS. EXTREME’S HEAD CONNECTS, BUT SIENNA CAN’T CAPITALIZE AS THE TWO WOMEN ARE BOTH TOO EXHAUSTED TO MOVE A MUSCLE AT PRESENT! THEY’RE BOTH LAYING LIFELESS ON THE MAT A FEW FEET APART FROM ONE ANOTHER, AND IT LOOKS LIKE DESPITE THE KNEE THAT MS. EXTREME IS GOING TO MANAGE TO GET UP FIRST AS SHE’S ON ONE KNEE ALREADY! NO! MS. EXTREME COLLAPSES, THE EXHAUSTION HAS FINALLY GOTTEN TO HER! AND NOW SIENNA JADE PULLS HERSELF UP BY THE RING ROPES! SIENNA IS STUMBLING AROUND, SHE’S GOT THAT GLAZED-OVER LOOK IN HER EYES, BUT SHE’S DETERMINED TO DO THIS!
Russillo: So is Ms. Extreme!
Peters: SIENNA JADE TAKES MS. EXTREME BACK UP TO HER FEET AFTER IT LOOKED LIKE THE LATTER WOULD RISE FIRST BEFORE ABRUPTLY COLLAPSING, AND NOW SIENNA JADE WITH AN ELBOW TO MS. EXTREME! SHE’S TRYING TO COMPLETELY WEAKEN HER OPPONENT BEFORE DELIVERING THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN! AND SIENNA DARTS OFF THE ROPES — BUT A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT FROM MS. EXTREME! NOBODY’S HOME AS SIENNA DUCKS UNDER IT! AND SIENNA ON THE FOLLOW-THROUGH RUNS TOWARD THOSE ROPES, SPRINGBOARDING OFF OF THEM! RAW SIENNA! NO! SIENNA WENT FOR THE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO TRY AND FINISH THIS, BUT MS. EXTREME SOMEHOW MANAGED TO CATCH ONE OF HER LEGS, GROUNDING HER INTO AN ANKLE LOCK! A BRILLIANT REVERSAL BY MS. EXTREME AND SHE’S LOOKING TO MAKE SIENNA SUBMIT — NO! SIENNA TURNS HER BODY OVER, KICKING UPWARD TO SEPARATE HERSELF FROM MS. EXTREME BEFORE RISING TO HER FEET!
Russillo: How are they doing this? Don’t know if I could go in there and do what they do.
Peters: YOU COULDN’T, BUT THAT’S A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY AS THE TWO WOMEN ARE BOTH UP AND SIENNA CHARGES TOWARD MS. EXTREME TO DELIVER ONE FINAL BLOW — AND MS. EXTREME WITH THE SMALL PACKAGE PIN! SIENNA TAKEN BY SURPRISE!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…. THRRRR—
Peters: SIENNA REVERSES THE SMALL PACKAGE AND NOW HAS MS. EXTREME’S SHOULDERS DOWN!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOO!!!!!!…. THRRRRR—
Peters: MS. EXTREME KICKS OUT! WHAT DO THEY HAVE TO DO TO WIN? BOTH WOMEN IMMEDIATELY RISE TO THEIR FEET AND MS. EXTREME THROWS AN ABSOLUTE HAYMAKER AT SIENNA–
Peters: RDG! RDG! THE HAYMAKER CATCHES NOTHING BUT AIR AND SIENNA JADE CONNECTS WITH THAT FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! THE RDG CONNECTS AND SIENNA HAS THE BRIDGE!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!…. THRRRRRRRRR—–
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Resurge” by Gone is Gone hits and the crowd goes wild, many of them filling the arena with deafening boos as Sienna Jade is presented with her newly won Freeweight Championship. Sienna Jade collapses to both knees as she looks at her title)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match… AND NEWWWWWW FREEWEIGHT CHAMPIONNNNN!!!!…. SIENNNNNA JAAAADEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Russillo: Just an absolutely stellar clash of strengths from two women that proved they belong exactly where they are. These two put on an excellent showcase tonight. I was leaning toward thinking Ms. Extreme was going to win, especially with some of the questionable high-risk moves Sienna Jade was taking, but she just ended up throwing caution to the wind and now she’s the Freeweight Champion.
Peters: This isn’t your brother’s sister’s friend’s type of wrestling champion. This is a champion cut from an entirely different cloth, hoping to shape REVOLT! in the image that she creates. Sienna Jade has done exactly that by following through on her verbal intentions with the “W,” and in turn, the Freeweight Championship here tonight. A tip of the cap to both of these women for delivering a masterclass of wrestling and a clinic of highlights. That’s your new Freeweight Champion — Sienna Jade.
(A commercial for the REVOLT! Fight Grid is aired. The only place to get exclusive content and the inside scoop on everything going on in REVOLT! Pro Combat)
(The camera fades into the locker room area where Ms. Extreme is shown with a frustrated look on her face)
Ms. Extreme: Ugh.. I cannot BELIEVE THIS!!
(Ms. Extreme starts to toss the clothes from her locker on the floor and repeatedly punches on the locker as she throws a huge tantrum, flipping the table over before rushing out of the room and down the hallway)
Ms. Extreme: I was right there.. I DESERVED that championship. I had the title in my grasp and that BITCH stole it from me..
(Ms. Extreme starts punching and kicking random items she comes across as the then sees a clipboard sitting on a table. She picks it up and launches it away full speed, not realizing that it hits an unknown figure standing at an opened doorway nearby. Ms. Extreme looks up surprised with her eyes opened wide before she starts to calm down with a regretful expression)
Ms. Extreme: Oh my god.. I am so sorry, I did not mean for that to happen. I ju-
(The camera angles and shows Hurricane Hawk standing in the doorway rubbing his forehead as he steps into the room looking down at Ms. Extreme)
Hurricane Hawk: You know.. I can’t really be mad at you for that. I can’t blame you for being as angry as you are, I mean.. I would have been reacting the same way as you if I were in your position.
Ms. Extreme: Oh really?
Hurricane Hawk: Yeah, I mean we have a lot of common Ms. Extreme. We have a lot to show to this company. I know you didn’t get exactly what you wanted, but I know you can and you will earn another opportunity to capture that Freeweight Championship in the future.
Ms. Extreme: The future? I should have gotten it NOW.. I should be at the top of the division where I belong and now I’m never going to hear the end of it from Sienna! The thought of that just pisses me off!
(Ms. Extreme’s expression turns back into a rage filled one as she begins to pick up another clipboard as Hurricane Hawk slowly puts his hand on the clipboard. Ms. Extreme looks up at him and starts to put down the clipboard)
Hurricane Hawk: Calm down with the throwing stuff! Listen.. You are going to get another chance and when you get it just make sure you step up to the plate. You see Ms.. we have a common connection and that is we both are trying to prove that we still have what it takes to be the faces of our respected divisions. I won my match but quite honestly I know there’s still going to be detractors saying it was a fluke or that I won’t have a long reign so even in victory I still have a lot to prove. We are both on the same boat here with chips on our shoulders and truth be told, I think that we can help one another get to where we need to be and achieve whatever we want.
(Ms. Extreme has a puzzled look on her face as she looks up at Hurricane Hawk as the moment goes silent and awkward before she speaks)
Ms. Extreme: Wait hold on one second…….. Aren’t you the same guy that left my sister crying on the ramp six years ago?
Hurricane Hawk: Wait… you two are related?
(Hurricane Hawk folds his arms and squints his eyes looking into Ms. Extreme’s eyes before she nods)
Hurricane Hawk: Well uhhh, I wasn’t expecting that. You know what though? that doesn’t matter anymore, the past is the past am I right? Your sister was a great girl who went on to do great things and just like your sister, I see something in you that I can help you bring out. Don’t forget that I was the one who led her to her first taste of success in capturing her first major championship. I could do the same thing for you. How about.. we make this an alliance?
Ms. Extreme: I… I don’t know what to say. This is a lot to take in-
Hurricane Hawk: You and I could be something major that can take REVOLT by storm. Just think about it. I don’t even need an answer right now. No pressure, no rush, sleep on it, clear your head and unwind from this match. I’ll talk to you soon hopefully..
(Hurricane Hawk smirks as he rubs Ms. Extreme by her cheek before walking out of the room as Ms. Extreme is shown pondering as the camera fades back to the ring)
(Highlights of the Welterweight tournament are aired. The package goes through each and every match, showing the results, the big moments and the upsets. The package then begins to slow as stills of Chris Elite and Maximus Grier appear at the forefront. The camera cuts out)
Bella Braxton: The following contest scheduled for one fall… IS FOR THE REVOLT PRO WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
(‘Long Live the Chief’ by Jidenna hits which causes the lights to dim. Maximus Grier approaches the stage, cool, calm and collected. He walks down the ramp. He stops at the bottom and opens his umbrella to reveal the Tres Comas Club logo. He enters the ring and takes off his fur coat as he keeps his attention on the stage, waiting for his opponent)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Sacramento, California… weighing in at 190 pounds… MAAAXXXXIIIIMMMMMUUUUSSSSS GRRIIIIIIERRRRRRR!!
James Peters: This is it folks, main event time! The culmination of a month long tournament coming up right here… RIGHT NOW!! Maximus Grier is out first and Rich, let’s not try to mince words or act as if there isn’t a giant elephant in the room, Grier has to be confident right? I mean more confident than he’s ever been. His opponent has already been in a match tonight, and not just any match, an absolutely grueling one. He isn’t coming into this one at 100%… it–
Rich Russillo: I’m gonna stop you right there, of course he’s confident… he has to be! He has the biggest and best advantage possible, his opponent isn’t fresh! And not only is he not physically fresh, you have to wonder what Elite’s mindset is like. He failed to capture the Tag Team championships with Malcolm Jones, and he was the one who took the pinfall in the match! That shit eating grin that Grier has on his face is much appropriate.
(“Down and Out” by Cam’ron feat. Kanye West hits as Chris Elite approaches the stage. He makes a B-Line straight for the ring, seeming to make a statement that he’s feeling fine)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 210 pounds… CHRRRRIIISSSSSS ELLLLLIIITTTEEEEE!!
James Peters: But man, I’ll tell you right now, Rich. If you told me that Elite was in a match just two hours ago, I wouldn’t believe you! He looks rested and ready for anything and everything that Grier can throw at him!
Rich Russillo: That may be the case, Elite is young… he’s able to spring back rather quickly, but make no mistake about it, even if he’s feeling fine now, I promise you, even the most simplest of moves are going to hurt twice as much as they normally would… plus it’s entirely likely that he could be putting on a front, he doesn’t want to give Grier even more of an advantage than he already has!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: AND HERE… WE… GO! As mentioned earlier, Grier with a clear advantage in terms of freshness… but Elite dancing around the ring here to start, you’re unable to tell that he was in a match just a few hours ago. Elite treks out from his corner, into the center of the ring, Grier however choosing to stay in his corner, telling Elite that he isn’t gonna play by his rules! BUT ELITE’S NOT GONNA WAIT!! HE RUSHES AT GRIER, LOOKING FOR A KNEE BUT GRIER SIDESTEPS IT… ELITE CATCHES HIMSELF, HERE COMES GRIER LOOKING TO TAKE OUT THE KNEE BUT ELITE HOPS UP ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE TO EVADE THE ATTACK… NOW HE LEAPS OFF, ROLLING OFF THE BACK OF GRIER… BOTH MEN BACK TO THEIR FEET!!
James Peters: Grier lets out a little smirk as this time he obliges Elite, meeting him in the center of the ring where they lock up! Grier quickly switches positions, wrapping his arms around the head of Elite, applying the headlock and trying to bring him down to the canvas, Elite pushes him off, looking for an elbow now, but Grier blocks the attack with his palm! They go into the collar and elbow again… Elite slides to the back of Grier for the waste lock… HE LIFTS HIM UP, LOOKING FOR THE BELLY TO BACK GERMAN SUPLEX… BUT GRIER ABLE TO LOCK HIS FOOT AROUND THE CALF OF ELITE, NOT ALLOWING HIM TO GET THE LIFT… Grier sends an elbow of his own into the side of Elite’s face to gain some distance… AND AGAIN WE’RE BACK TO SQUARE ONE!!
Rich Russillo: The crowd is eating this one up, listen to this place Peters! Strap in… it’s gonna be a wild ride!
James Peters: AND NOW GRIER CHARGES RIGHT FOR ELITE, NO LOCK UP THIS TIME!! BUT ELITE STOPS HIM DEAD IN HIS TRACKS WITH THE HEAD SHOT… THAT PELE KICK CATCHING THE TOP OF GRIER’S HEAD, STAGGERING HIM!! OH AND NOW LOOK AT ELITE, HE’S LOADING UP… PERHAPS FOR ANOTHER SHOT TO THE HEAD, BUT THIS TIME OF THE BOX OFFICE SMASH VARIETY… HE SHUFFLES FORWARD AND RAISES THE LEG… BUT GRIER SAW IT COMING! GRIER SAW IT COMING AND HIT THE DECK BEFORE IT COULD CONNECT… ELITE QUICKLY CATCHES HIMSELF AND TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO HIS OPPONENT, TRYING TO MOUNT HIMSELF ON TOP OF GRIER BUT GRIER NOT MAKING IT EASY, KICKING HIM AWAY WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY CRAWLING OVER TO THE ROPES TO PULL HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET!!
James Peters: This game of cat and mouse continues… but you have to think it’s coming to an end soon! These two are exhausting themselves just trying to avoid each others moves! Whoever’s able to land the next big blow will certainly have a big opportunity open up for them to take advantage! Grier is back up at a vertical base… THEY TRY FOR A LOCK UP AGAIN BUT WHEN GRIER GOES HIGH, ELITE GOES LOW… GETTING THAT WAIST LOCK IN AGAIN… AND THIS TIME HE’S ABLE TO LIFT HIM UP AND CONNECT WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Rich Russillo: And that was a BAD landing on the neck for Grier, I’m not sure if Elite was able to see that, but if he did that’s an area he needs to target!
James Peters: Grier stumbles back to his feet… ELITE CONNECTS WITH A STANDING DROPKICK TAKING HIM BACK DOWN… GRIER BACK TO HIS FEET AGAIN, ELITE GRABS HIM BY THE ARM AND WHIPS HIM INTO THE CORNER WHERE GRIER HITS SPINE FIRST… ELITE COMES CHARGING AT HIM, AND HE CONNECTS WITH A SECOND DROPKICK!! Grier comes stumbling out of the corner, trying to remain on his feet… ELITE COMES RUNNING OUT OF THE OTHER CORNER… HE DOES A SOMERSAULT… NOW LEAPING HIGH INTO THE AIR AND PIKING GRIER’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS… A BEAUTIFUL ROLLING THUNDER DDT!! ELITE QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEG, WE HAVE OUR FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… BUT WE’LL NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE AS GRIER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!
James Peters: Elite back to his feet, his eyes flicker around the ring and ringside area… trying to plan out his next move, but allowing Grier to start to get to his feet… BUT ELITE IS QUICKLY GONNA PUT A STOP TO THAT AS HE CLUBS BOTH HIS FISTS RIGHT ACROSS THE CENTER OF THE SPINE, BRINGING GRIER RIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE MAT AGAIN!!… THE TURNBUCKLE!! THAT’S WHERE ELITE’S HEADING… A PLACE HE’S CERTAINLY COMFORTABLE WITH, ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES AWAIT!! ELITE CLIMBING TO THE TOP AND SETTING HIMSELF… HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH, EXHALING BEFORE HE LEAPS OFF… 630 SENTON!! HE’S… NO!! GRIER GOT HIS KNEES UP, GRIER GOT HIS KNEES UP AND SENT THEM RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF ELITE!!
Rich Russillo: BIG… HUGE… MONUMENTAL MISTAKE BY CHRIS ELITE!! I GET THAT HE MIGHT BE TIRED, HE WANTS TO END THIS, BUT YOU CAN’T GO FOR A MOVE LIKE THAT THIS EARLY… HE ALLOWED GRIER WAY TOO MUCH TIME TO RECUPERATE AND AS A RESULT IT COST HIM BIG TIME!!
James Peters: And now for Grier, the first big opening in the match for him, assuming he takes advantage… ELITE REACHING OUT TOWARDS THE ROPES, TRYING TO USE THEM TO MAKE IT BACK TO HIS FEET… BUT GRIER COMES EXPLODING TOWARDS HIM, A YAKUZA KICK RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF THE TEMPLE, BLINDSIDING HIM… GRIER NOT WASTING ANY TIME, PULLING HIM BACK UP TO HIS FEET… FORCING HIM BACK INTO THE CORNER… WHERE HE CONNECTS WITH A KNIFE EDGED CHOP!! A LOUD SMACKING SOUND ECHOING THROUGHOUT THIS ARENA!! A SECOND ONE FOR GOOD MEASURE BEFORE HE GRABS HIM BY THE ARM AND WHIPS HIM INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER… HE COMES RUNNING… AND NOW A THIRD CHOP, LIGHTING UP THE CHEST OF ELITE, NOW STARTING TO TURN A BRIGHT RED!!
James Peters: He pulls him out of the corner, still up against the ropes however… and he sends him rebounding off the adjacent ropes… GRIER DUCKS DOWN, LOOKING FOR A BACK BODY DROP, BUT ELITE HAD THAT ONE SCOUTED, HE RAISES HIS BOOT UP… BUT GRIER ONE STEP AHEAD!! HE GRABS THE LEG AND TAKES HIM DOWN… HE’S LOOKING TO APPLY A SHARPSHOOTER BUT ELITE ISN’T HAVING ANY OF THAT, PUSHING HIM OFF WITH HIS FEET, SENDING GRIER BACK INTO THE CORNER!! Elite makes it back to his feet… HE COMES CHARGING… BUT GRIER COMES OUT OF THE CORNER AS WELL, DESTINED FOR COLLISION… ELITE GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE, BUT GRIER MOVES TO HIS LEFT, HE GRABS THE RIGHT ARM OF SK, TRAPPING IT… AND NOW PULLING HIM DOWN INTO A… DEAD CAT BOUNCE!! DEAD CAT BOUNCE BY MAXIMUS GRIER!! HE FOLLOWS THROUGH ON A PINFALL… HOOKING THE LEG, THIS MIGHT BE IT!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… SHOULDER UP!!
James Peters: OH BUT LOOK!! GRIER STILL HAS A HOLD OF THOSE LEGS, HE DIDN’T RELEASE THEM AFTER THE PIN… HE USES THEM AS WEIGHT TO MAKE IT BACK TO HIS FEET… AND HE’S TRYING FOR THE SHARPSHOOTER AGAIN!! AND CHRIS ELITE IS STILL FEELING THE EFFECTS OF THAT ROLLING CUTTER, NOT IN ANY POSITION TO TRY AND GET OUT OF THE SUBMISSION… THIS IS GOING TO BE EASY FOR GRIER, TURNING HIM ONTO HIS STOMACH AND THERE IT IS!! THE SHARPSHOOTER IS LOCKED IN!!
Rich Russillo: AND LOOK HOW LOW GRIER IS SQUATTING, PUTTING ALL THAT PRESSURE ONTO THE LOWER BACK OF ELITE!! REMEMBER FOLKS, THE SHARPSHOOTER DOESN’T ATTACK THE LEGS… IT ATTACKS THE BACK, THE LOWER BACK, THE LUMBAR AREA!! OH MAN, I CAN’T IMAGINE THE PAIN HE MUST BE IN RIGHT NOW!!
James Peters: ELITE SCRAMBLES… DESPERATION NOW POSSIBLY STARTING TO SET IN, HE HASN’T TAKEN A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF PUNISHMENT IN THIS MATCH YET, CERTAINLY SOMETHING THAT WOULD BE WORKING FOR HIM IN A NORMAL SITUATION BUT WHEN YOU COMBINE IT WITH THE TOLL HE TOOK EARLIER ON IN THE NIGHT?! OH MAN… HE NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING… AND QUICK!! GRIER SHIFTS A BIT, FIRMLY PLANTING HIS FEET… SQUATTING EVEN FURTHER, DAMN NEAR SITTING ON THE BACK OF ELITE… PUTTING AN EXTREME AMOUNT OF TORQUE INTO THE HOLD!! ELITE’S LOWER HALF HAS BEEN COMPLETELY IMMOBILIZED, IT’S GONNA BE ALL UPPER BODY STRENGTH IF HE WANTS TO GET OUT OF THIS ONE!!
James Peters: ELITE SHOOTS HIS HEAD TO THE LEFT, NOW TO THE RIGHT, NOW IN FRONT OF HIM… EACH SET OF ROPES AN EQUAL DISTANCE AWAY… TO HIS LEFT WOULD PROBABLY BE HIS BEST BET, OH IF ONLY HE COULD ROLL TOWARDS HIS LEFT BUT IT’S AN IMPOSSIBILITY IN A HOLD LIKE THIS, ELITE HAS TO CRAWL, IT’S HIS ONLY OPTION… NEEDING TO USE ONLY HIS UPPER BODY TO CARRY HIS ENTIRE WEIGHT AS WELL AS THE WEIGHT OF MAXIMUS GRIER!! HE DIGS HIS HIS FINGERS INTO THE MAT… IT’S ONLY ABOUT TEN FEET AWAY BUT FOR ELITE IT MIGHT AS WELL BE TEN MILES!!
Rich Russillo: AND NOW A DILEMMA ARISES FOR MAXIMUS GRIER, HE CAN OBVIOUSLY TELL THAT ELITE IS MAKING AN ATTEMPT TO GET OUT OF THIS HOLD, WHAT DOES HE DO?! DOES HE CONTINUE TO APPLY THE PRESSURE, HOPING IT’LL RESULT IN A TAP OUT OR DOES HE MOMENTARILY BREAK THE HOLD TO PULL ELITE BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING AND THEN TRY TO REAPPLY IT?! IT’S A BIG RISK BUT IT COULD RESULT IN THE VICTORY FOR HIM!!
James Peters: ELITE MAKING GROUND HERE BUT AT A SNAIL’S PACE… GRIER CONTINUES TO APPLY PRESSURE, SCREAMING AT HIM TO TAP… ELITE ON HIS END SCREAMING, A LAST DITCH EFFORT TO GET TO THE ROPES… HE REACHES HIS ARMS OUT, THEY’RE FINGERTIPS AWAY… HE EXTENDS FORWARD JUST A BIT MORE, AND HE’S GOT THEM!! ELITE CLUTCHES ON TO THE BOTTOM ROPE FOR DEAR LIFE, AND THE REFEREE NOW GETTING IN FRONT OF GRIER AND FORCING HIM TO BREAK THE HOLD!! Grier collapses to his knees, hands on his thighs and heaving… just applying the hold and keeping it locked in took a lot out of him! Both men are spent… but I don’t know Rich, maybe it’s just me but I get the sense that we’re still a way out from crowning a winner and our first Welterweight champion!
James Peters: Elite still has a hold of the ropes, now using them as a means to get back to his feet. OH BUT HERE COMES GRIER!! GRIER COMES CHARGING WITH A CLOTHESLINE, IT CONNECTS AND THE MOMENTUM TAKES THEM BOTH OUT OF THE RING AND TOPPLING ONTO THE FLOOR BELOW!! Both men landed hard, Elite immediately goes for the lower back, Grier grabbing his own head but beginning to stir, pulling himself back up! He may see an opening here, he steps up onto the apron… looking back to make sure Elite is still down… PERHAPS LOOKING FOR THE SPRINGBOARD!!
Rich Russillo: OH BUT LOOK!! ELITE IS BACK TO HIS FEET!!
James Peters: ELITE SPRUNG TO HIS FEET JUST AS GRIER HOPPED UNTO THE BOTTOM ROPE… ELITE DELIVERS A BOX OFFICE SMASH TO THE BOTTOM OF THE ROPE, THROWING EVERYTHING OUT OF BALANCE, GRIER FALLS… RIGHT INTO THE CLUTCHES OF CHRIS ELITE WHO HAS HIS ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST… HE PULLS HIM OFF THE APRON… GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!! MY GOD, NECK FIRST GOES GRIER RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE, HE IMMEDIATELY GOES TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR OUTSIDE HERE… AND ELITE CAN’T HELP BUT SMILE AT WHAT HE’S DONE!!
Rich Russillo: And if you’ll notice something Peters, the referee has not begun his count yet! I spoke with him earlier today and he told me that he wants a definitive winner, no cheap victories… nobody is going to win this match by count out!
James Peters: Elite gets Grier back to his feet and rolls him into the ring before sliding in behind him… Elite sets himself up in the corner… AND HE POUNDS HIS FOOT DOWN INTO THE MAT, SIGNALING THE END… CALLING FOR GRIER TO MAKE IT BACK TO HIS FEET, GRIER STIRRING, ON HIS KNEES… STILL TENDING TO THE HEAD AND NECK AREA… ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT’S ABOUT TO COME HIS WAY HE’S UP… TURNS AROUND… BOX OFFICE SMASH!! A BLACK PANTHER LIKE BOX OFFICE SMASH DELIVERED RIGHT TO MAXIMUS GRIER WHO DROPS, STRAIGHT LIKE A PIN… MOTIONLESS THIS IS IT FOLKS… THIS IS–… OH NO!!
James Peters: THE BACK GAVE OUT!! ELITE’S LOWER BACK GAVE OUT AND HE COLLAPSED JUST AT VIRTUALLY THE SAME TIME!! WHAT A TOUGH BREAK!!
Rich Russillo: NO!! DON’T COUNT HIM OUT JUST YET PETERS, HE’S BACK AT IT QUICKLY… HE MAY STILL HAVE THIS!!
James Peters: ELITE TURNS OVER ONTO HIS STOMACH AND CRAWLS OVER TOWARDS THE COVER, HERE WE GO!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… NO!! NO!! GRIER KICKS OUT!!
James Peters: Elite sits up, a look on his face, anger, frustration, despair… hard to tell. He scoots himself back into the corner, rubbing the sweat off his face… think about everything this man has been through tonight! Grier crawling over towards the diagonal corner… AND UH OH!! SUDDENLY THE LOOK ON ELITE’S FACE BECOMES CRYSTAL CLEAR… IT’S ANGER!! PURE ANGER!! HE’S TIRED, HE’S SPENT… HE WANTS TO… NO… NEEDS TO PUT GRIER AWAY RIGHT HERE!! HE GETS TO HIS FEET… AND HE COMES CHARGING… BUT HE RUNS INTO A KNEE!! A KNEE FROM MAXIMUS GRIER RIGHT TO THE FACE!!
James Peters: ELITE IS WOBBLY… GRIER RUNS OFF THE ROPES… ACID TEST!! ACID TEST, A VICIOUS KNEE RIGHT TO THE BACK OF ELITE’S HEAD… BUT ELITE FALLS OUT OF THE RING!! THE KNEE CAUSED ELITE TO FALL FORWARD AND HE LITERALLY FELL THROUGH, RIGHT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, THE LUCK!! GRIER DROPS, HANDS RUNNING THROUGH HIS HAIR… DISBELIEF!! BUT HE QUICKLY ACTS, SLIDING OUT OF THE RING AND ROLLING ELITE BACK INTO THE RING… GRIER HEADS UP TO THE TOP ROPE… HE LEAPS OFF LOOKING FOR A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP… AND IT CONNECTS!! HE CRAWLS INTO THE COVER!!
Rich Russillo: SMART!! AND A DEADLY COMBINATION, THAT ACID TEST KNEE FOLLOWED DIRECTLY BY A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP, THIS IS IT!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… BUT IT’S NOT IT!! ELITE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!! ANOTHER NEAR FALL!!
James Peters: AND NOW IT’S GRIER, THE SAME LOOK ON HIS FACE, THE ONE CHRIS ELITE HAD JUST A MOMENT AGO… WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE?! HOW CAN CHRIS ELITE CONTINUE ON LIKE THIS, ESPECIALLY AFTER GOING THROUGH THE MATCH HE WENT THROUGH EARLIER IN THE NIGHT, TO CONTINUE TO FIGHT LIKE THIS, IT’S INCREDIBLE!! GRIER BY THE EAR GETS ELITE BACK TO HIS FEET… BUT ELITE SWATS HIM AWAY… BOX OFFICE SMASH!! IT CONNECTS!! FLUSH TO THE JAW!! GRIER IS OUT AND THIS TIME THERE’S NO BACK GIVE OUT, NO HESITATION, NO WASTING OF TIME… ELITE GOES RIGHT INTO THE COVER, ALMOST BEFORE GRIER COULD HIT THE CANVAS!!
Ref: ONEE!!… TWOOO!!… ANDDDDDD NO!! OH MY GOD NO!! GRIER GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! BARELY, IT WAS A MEEK, PITIFUL KICK OUT BUT HE DID IT!! HE RAISED HIS SHOULDER OFF THE MAT MERE NANOSECONDS BEFORE THE REFEREE SMACKED HIS HAND DOWN INTO THE CANVAS FOR THE THREE COUNT!!
Rich Russillo: THIS IS INCREDIBLE!! UNBELIEVABLE!! THERE WAS NO TIME, ABSOLUTELY NO TIME WASTED AFTER THAT SUPERKICK!! AS YOU SAID PETERS, ELITE DAMN NEAR PUSHED GRIER DOWN TO MAKE HIM FALL FASTER… HE COULDN’T HAVE POSSIBLY GONE INTO THAT PIN ANY FASTER AND IT STILL WASN’T ENOUGH!!
James Peters: Elite rolls over, almost the entire length of the ring onto the apron where he pulls himself up using the help of the ropes. Grier is still down, motionless since the kick out… Elite grabs onto the top rope, pulling it down… BITING IT AND SCREAMING IN FRUSTRATION, TRYING TO GET ALL OF HIS ANGER OUT… AND NOW SCREAMING AT GRIER, TELLING HIM TO GET UP… WHICH MIGHT BE A FUTILE ATTEMPT, I’M NOT EVEN SURE IF GRIER CAN HEAR HIM!! ELITE CONTINUES TO SCREAM! LOUD, VISCERAL SCREAMS TOWARDS HIS OPPONENT WHO ONLY NOW HAS JUST ROLLED OVER ONTO HIS STOMACH… TRYING TO PUSH HIMSELF UP!!
Rich Russillo: I DON’T LIKE THIS, TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR OPPONENT WHILE YOU HAVE HIM DOWN, RIGHT?! I’VE NEVER BEEN IN THE RING BUT THAT SEEMS LIKE THE SMART THING TO DO, DON’T GIVE HIM TIME! DON’T GIVE HIM A CHANCE TO GET UP, TO RECUPERATE, TO GET HIS WITS ABOUT HIM… THIS COULD END UP BACKFIRING BIG TIME FOR ELITE!!
James Peters: GRIER IS UP!! ELITE HOPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND LEAPS OFF… LOOKING FOR A KNEE!!… BUT GRIER!! GRIER GRABS THE ARM AND BRINGS ELITE DOWN TO HIS KNEES, HE’S LOOKING FOR THE HOSTILE TAKEOVER!! TRYING TO LOCK IT IN!! CHRIS ELITE HAS ALREADY BEEN IN ONE SUBMISSION IN THIS MATCH, I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANY CHANCE IN HELL THAT HE COULD SURVIVE TWO… BUT I DIDN’T THINK HE’D BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WHAT HE ALREADY HAS DONE UP UNTIL THIS POINT, WHAT DO I KNOW?!
James Peters: GRIER IS TRYING TO LOCK THAT ARM BUT ELITE IS FIGHTING, NOT LETTING IT HAPPEN… HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET… IF HE CAN KEEP THAT ARM FREE, HE’LL BE GOOD!! GRIER PLACES HIS BOOT INTO THE BACK OF ELITE’S KNEE, TRYING TO GET HIM BACK DOWN BUT ELITE ROLLS THROUGH, SLIDING UNDER THE LEGS OF GRIER WHO HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO RELEASE HIS ARMS… HE SPINS HIM AROUND, LOOKING FOR THE ELITE CUTTER… BUT NO!! PUSHED OFF… GRIER GRABS THE ARM AGAIN… BUT ELITE SWINGS AROUND WITH THE OTHER, LOOKING FOR A FOREARM… BUT IT’S DUCKED!! AND WHAT A FORMATION WE HAVE HERE, BOTH MEN TIED UP IN ALMOST LIKE A PRETZEL… GRIER RELEASES THE ARM… HE SPRINGS UP… ACID TEST!! ACID TEST TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL!! IT CONNECTS!! THE SECOND OF THE MATCH!! THE IMPACT BRINGS ELITE FORWARD ONCE AGAIN, TRYING TO BRING HIM OUT OF THE RING BUT GRIER GETS A FISTFUL OF TIGHTS AND PULLS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS… HOOKING BOTH LEGS!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Long Live the Chief” begins to play as Grier rolls off of Elite. He manages to make it to a seated position, the referee places the Welterweight championship belt in his lap. After a few seconds Grier makes it to his feet and raises the belt high above his head)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… AND THE NEWWW REVOLT! PRO WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPION… MAXXXXIIIMMMMUSSSSS GRRRRIIIIIERRRRR!!
James Peters: HE DID IT!! HE DID IT!! MAXIMUS GRIER IS THE FIRST WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
Rich Russillo: This is HISTORY Peters! Grier endured through a month long tournament, he made it here… tonight, to fight for the Welterweight Championship. This show was built around this match, this show is called THIS MATCH… this was our first main event at a marquee event and Maximus Grier squeaked out the victory after one hell of a match!
James Peters: Right Rich, and that needs to be said. What a fantastic match this was, especially given the circumstances. Chris Elite despite coming up short put on a performance for the ages tonight when you combine both matches that he was in. He’s gonna hang his head tonight, this one WILL hurt, that’s for sure, but that young man needs to realize that he has nothing, ABSOLUTELY nothing to be ashamed of!
(The camera follows Maximus Grier up the ramp, he poses again at the top with the belt)
James Peters: Thank you for joining us tonight folks, but as you know, the train never stops rolling! Next weekend with Resurgence and Rebelllion as we begin to build towards REVOLT 2! Goodnight everybody!
(Camera fades to black and the REVOLT! logo buzzes)