We open our scene, as we yet again get a panning shot of Soundstage 13! Another rowdy crowd on hand tonight, many cups of booze already visible, as the crowd chants-
Crowd: Q! Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
We eventually pan over from the crowd, to our commentary team, who are looking as excited as ever!
Blackmire: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to another edition of Tuesday Night Vice, coming to you live from Soundstage 13 in lovely Los Angeles, California, public access TV throughout Southern California, and through twitch worldwide! I’m Jack Blackmire-
Cyclone: And i’m Cyclone Adams!
Blackmire: And we’ve got another wonderful show scheduled tonight! As we have not one, but two debuts! As the king of rock’n’roll, Slick “Slick Rick” Rick takes on Saskuto! And the man with the quick kick he claims cannot be kicked out of, it is the karate master, Quick Kick Nick making his first impression against Clay Corgan! And of course, our main event to decide #1 contendership for Ikbal Rizwan’s QWF Heavyweight Championship, as Aiden MacSeal and Daimio Esforzado clash to determine who gets a shot at the gold! But of course, we have our opening match coming right up, as two beefy, hard strikers and hard men in William Graves and Kaido Miyamoto face off! We send it to James Ulysses in the ring!
Ulysses: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
An iconic guitar riff plays as Kaido Miyamoto gently pushes the curtain aside and then STOMPS down the entranceway to the ring, clearly looking for a fight. He smiles at the crowd and pumps both fists in the air once to each side of the venue, making them cheer.
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! KAIDO! KAIDO! KAIDO! KAIDO!
Cyclone: YEAH! Gotta love this big meaty boy.
Blackmire: Lots of upside to Kaido Miyamoto! While every QWF wrestler is a great athlete I think Miyamoto may be among the best pure fighters - what do you think, Cyclone?
Cyclone: I think I never want to give him reason to chop me.
Ulysses: ...From Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 250 pounds - KAIDO! MIYAMOTO!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ulysses: And his opponent…
“Pesn’ 3” plays out William Graves and the crowd reflexively boos even after the first couple of notes. Graves pushes past the curtains as the song’s intro riff ends and stares wildly about, looking presumably for the beer-drinking fat man. Having not found him, he just ignores the sneers and jeers and heads up to the ring, regarding Miyamoto coldly as they size one another up.
Blackmire: Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ve been watching QWF for any length of time, you know William Graves is bad news and I don’t need to give you an introduction to his odiousness. And if you happen to be a new fan, Graves is the kind of person to steal and hoard merch that was being given away free anyway.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ulysses: ...from Toledo, OH, weighing in at 260 pounds - WILLIAM! GRAVES!
Cyclone: Looking at these dudes together, Jack, ain’t they about the same size?
Blackmire: It’s true, these men have almost the same height, weight, and body type. Means this should be almost a mirror match, especially given their similar fighting styles.
Referee Laura Prince gives the two a stern check-over and calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Straightaway, Miyamoto extends a hand to Graves, one future hall-of-famer to another - Graves doesn’t react at all yet.
Cyclone: ...Ain’t so sure that’s wise.
Crowd: SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND!
Blackmire: Graves indifferent here, or maybe conflicted… no matter how he feels about Miyamoto himself, which I understand is positively, he likely does not want to even chance pleasing the crowd.
Finally, after a pregnant pause, Graves smiles and gives Miyamoto his hearty handshake… then keeps a grip on his hand and yanks backwards, pulling Miyamoto into a short-arm clothesline, which makes him wince and stumble back but not nearly fall!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: And Graves trying some gamesmanship for an early advantage but Miyamoto not fazed much!
Cyclone: And that was a hell of a clothesline.
Blackmire: No slouch at the arm wrench, either, is Graves.
Miyamoto slaps his own shoulder and shouts, offering a bit of a war cry as he gestures now for the collar-and-elbow tie-up, shrugging off the blow while at the same time wanting to start off the match “properly”. Graves does take him up on it and the two push back and forth, battling for ring position until Miyamoto is able to outmuscle Graves for a few seconds and pushes him into the ropes. He breaks straight away but then grabs Graves’s arm to Irish whip him a great distance, quickly sending him into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. When Graves bounces back off towards Miyamoto, the Japanese hoss catches him in the chest with a beautiful high knee!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Blackmire: Miyamoto winning that bit of stand-up grappling, nice knee lift...
Miyamoto puts a front facelock on the forward-bending Graves and tries to lift him up for a vertical suplex or brainbuster, but Graves kicks his legs and struggles back down to earth - once there he manages to hook one of Miyamoto’s legs behind the knee and himself tries to lift Miyamoto for something akin to a Northern Lights suplex, but after some hopping around and transferring of weight Miyamoto is firmly on the ground again. He tries once again to bring Graves up into vertical suplex position, and gets him much closer to all-the-way-up, putting him at about a 150-degree angle, but Graves’s flailing lets him escape the front facelock as he bounces down to ground - but Miyamoto knees him in the chest again and he falls to his back! Miyamoto covers!
Cyclone: GODDAM THAT WAS A LOUD KNEE!
1!
NO!
Crowd: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW…
Blackmire: Second resounding knee from Miyamoto but only good for a count of one!
Cyclone: I think it’s enough to get his dander up, though, look!
Graves gets to his feet, grimacing, and immediately starts throwing big old open-hand chops to Miyamoto’s chest. Miyamoto, of course, responds with the exact same thing, and the two men fall into a rhythm of chop-for-chop.
Crowd: YAAAAY! BOOOO! YAAAAY! BOOOO! YAAAAY! BOOOO!
Both men’s chests quickly turn a deep red, as they continue to exchange stiff chops with one another! But eventually, we see Kaido begin to string together consecutive chops! Chopping Graves all the way into the corner! Where Kaido then runs off to the opposite corner, and comes back to rock Graves with a running big boot to the head!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Kaido then goes to rush back to the opposite corner for another big boot, but unbeknownst to him, Graves follows, rushing as well, and as Kaido hits the corner, Graves meets him with his own big boot!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Graves then goes to quickly grab the stunned Kaido, getting him in position for a belly-to-back suplex! But as he lifts, Kaido sends down an elbow to the back of Graves neck! Forcing Graves to let him go! Miyamoto then grabs Graves, and tosses him into the corner, where he rocks Graves with a forearm shot! Then another! And another! Before grabbing Graves, and going to toss him across the ring with an exploder suplex! But Graves blocks this, and shoots his head forward to connect to Miyamoto with a headbutt! The sound of two skulls cracking clearly audible!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Miyamoto stumbles back, holding at his head, as Graves charges forward, and nails him in the upper chest with a hard lariat! But Miyamoto does not go down! He stumbles back, but tenses up, and grits his teeth to bear the pain and stay on his feet!
Crowd: WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Graves then goes to run the ropes to charge at Miyamoto with another lariat, but Miyamoto ducks under, and quickly turns around to grab Graves from behind in a waistlock! Attempting a german suplex! But Graves blocks, and gets a go-behind for his own german suplex attempt! But Miyamoto too blocks! However, Graves adjusts, going more to the side of Miyamoto, and dumps Miyamoto on his shoulders and neck with a saito suplex!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: Both men repeatedly refusing to go down, but Graves finally getting the advantage with a Saito suplex! Graves into the cover!
1!
2! No! Right at 2 from Miyamoto!
As Miyamoto kicks out, Graves pushes his shoulder’s back down on the mat, but not for another pin, but so Graves can mount Miyamoto, and strike down with forearm shots to the face! Miyamoto uses his arms to try and block the forearms as well as he can, but Graves still gets some good licks in regardless. Eventually though, Miyamoto even from his position manages to throw in some palm strikes to the face of Graves! Doing just enough to get Graves off of him!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!
The two are both on their hands and knees right by each other, and as they get to a kneel, Kaido throws a forearm into the face of Graves, who just grunts, and throws one back at Kaido! The two men stand up further and further, trading forearms with one another! As they get to a stand, Graves switches to a european uppercut! Catching Miyamoto off guard, and stunning him! Graves then whips Miyamoto into the ropes, and as Miyamoto bounces back off, Graves goes to catch him in an overhead belly-to-belly! But as he goes to lift Miyamoto, Miyamoto catches him with an elbow to the top of the head! Forcing Graves to let him go, as Miyamoto quickly capitalizes by jumping up for an enziguri to Grave’s head! Stunning him!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Graves falls forward into Miyamoto’s grasp, who hooks him for a northern lights, then delivers! Keeping the bridge!
Blackmire: Gorgeous northern lights from Miyamoto! And the bridge!
1!
2! No! Graves at 2!
Miyamoto quickly gets back on Graves, lifting him up, then dropping him down on his knee with a backbreaker!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Miyamoto then goes over to the turnbuckles, climbing onto the second rope, as he calls for Graves to get to his feet! Graves does begin to rise pretty soon afterwards, getting to his feet, and turning around! As he does so, Miyamoto prepares for his second rope dive, but suddenly, Graves lunges forward! Pushing Miyamoto off the turnbuckles, and over the ropes! Taking a tumble onto the apron, before further falling to the outside!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: Christ! A bad tumble for Miyamoto! Both these men taking an absolute walloping in this match!
Graves takes a moment to stretch out his back, feeling the effects of that backbreaker, as he notices Miyamoto on the outside beginning to push himself up to his feet. And so, Graves goes to run the ropes, and as Miyamoto makes his way to his feet on the outside, Graves comes flying at him through the middle rope with a tope suicida! Crashing hard into the barricade!
Crowd: WOAHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: Tope suicida! Miyamoto left in a heap on the outside!
Miyamoto is completely laid out, as Graves grabs him, then turns him around to ram him back first into the apron! Then turning around to do the same to the barricade! Pushing the barricade forward with his force, causing some of the audience to have to back up! Graves then once more rams Miyamoto back into the apron! Then into the barricade! Then into the apron! Then into the barricade! Then into the apron!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Graves then just lets go of Miyamoto, who falls into a lifeless heap on the ground, as Graves then rolls him back into the ring! Graves enters the ring himself, taking a spot in the corner, awaiting for Miyamoto to rise to his feet! Miyamoto struggles, holding at his back in pain, each step up aggravating it further, but still, he eventually rises up! As Miyamoto does, Graves rushes out the corner, and takes Miyamoto out with a running big boot to the face!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: BIG BOOT! Pounding Miyamoto’s face in! Graves covers!
1!
2! No! Kickout from Miyamoto!
Miyamoto looks out of it on the mat, as Graves picks him up, and whips him into a corner! Graves goes towards Miyamoto, where he lays into Miyamoto with a few european uppercuts! Graves then goes off to the opposite corner, then comes rushing back towards Miyamoto! But suddenly, Miyamoto lifts one of his hands up, and catches Graves with a palm strike as he’s rushing towards him! Leaving Graves wobbly on his feet!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: The palm strike from Miyamoto! Giving Miyamoto an opening he desperately needs!
Miyamoto takes a moment to compose himself, as he sends another palm strike into the face of Graves! Then another! And another! Graves begins to sink down, falling to a kneel, as Miyamoto just keeps sending palm strikes into Graves! Sinking Graves all the way down to the mat! Graves eyes looking empty!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Cyclone: Graves completely struck down! What a series of palm strikes from Miyamoto!
Miyamoto then grabs Graves, picking him up to his feet, before whipping him into the ropes, and as Graves comes back, Miyamoto grasps Graves, and spinning him around for a tour of the islands!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: Seek and Destroy! Crashing Graves into the mat! The cover!
1!
2! No! Kickout from Graves!
Miyamoto picks Graves right back up from the kickout, lifting him up, setting his head between his legs, and lifting Graves up in powerbomb position!
Blackmire: We could be seeing the Miyamoto bomb coming up! Graves could be done!
As Miyamoto has Graves up though, Graves summons enough energy to wildly punch at Miyamoto’s head! Forcing Miyamoto to let go of him before he can powerbomb him! Graves lands on the mat, and is still shook, as he briefly stumbles and falls for a moment before standing right back up, as Miyamoto tries to capitalize by rushing towards Graves! But Graves catches him, lifts him up, and drives Miyamoto into the mat with a spinebuster!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: SPINEBUSTER! Just vicious from Graves! The cover!
1!
2!
No! Kickout from Miyamoto!
Miyamoto clutches at his back on the mat, gritting his teeth in pain, as Graves then picks Miyamoto right back up. Setting his head between his legs, as he now lifts his opponent up in powerbomb position! Graves goes to run across the ring for a buckle bomb, but as he does so, Miyamoto reverses with a hurricanrana! Miyamoto sinking it in for a pin!
1!
2!
No! Kickout from Graves!
Crowd: WOAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Both men scramble to their feet, getting to it at just about equal time, but Miyamoto manages to get a kick to Graves gut, doubling him over, as he grabs Graves in a front facelock to bring him down with a DDT! But Graves manages to spin out of it! Spinning both of them around, and as the spin is complete, Graves too grabs Miyamoto in a front facelock, before lifting him into the air from it, and driving his head into the ground with a lifting DDT!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Miyamoto looks completely out of it after the lifting DDT, the spike on his head doing massive damage, as Graves them picks Miyamoto back up, and lifts him back into powerbomb position! Running across the ring, this time successfully tossing Miyamoto into the corner with a buckle bomb!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: The lifting DDT followed by the buckle bomb! What a deadly combination of moves! Graves could be looking to wrap this up!
Miyamoto falls out of the corner onto the mat, his back in too much pain to be able to support him, as he falls onto it! Graves then spots his chance, as he heads over to the ring apron, before he begins to scale the ropes! Graves makes it to the top, sizes Miyamoto up, yells-
Graves: FUCK! THIS! SHIT!
Before diving off the top with a diving elbow drop straight to the sternum of Miyamoto! Collapsing it in!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: The diving elbow! We’ve seen him take out many people with this before! The cover!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Ulysses: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner via pinfall at a time of 11:23, WILLIAM GRAVES!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Miyamoto is laid out of the mat, ring crew coming into the ring to check on both wrestlers, but Graves just pushes them away, as he forces himself to a stand! Covered in sweat, breathing heavy, chest deep red, welts all over his body from a physical match-up, as he goes to exit the ring.
Blackmire: By god what a war from these two men! I love technical wrestling, I love high flying stuff, I love all kinds of wrestling, but by god sometimes you just wanna see two beefy men do beefy men things to each other, and that’s exactly what we got here tonight!
Cyclone: Indeed! An incredible effort from both men, but Graves has just been a freight train running through everything in his path in this company, he has yet to lose, and if performances like this are any indication, it doesn’t look like he’s going to anytime soon!
Ring crew help Miyamoto to his feet, but he, more politely than Graves, tells them to let him walk to the back under his own power!
Blackmire: Miyamoto not walking out with the win, but he’s damn sure walking out with his pride!
Graves meanwhile makes his way up the entranceway, as he scours the crowd for the beer drinking fat man, and still unable to see him, instead settles for taking a lollipop from a child in the front row.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Graves then just tosses the lollipop onto the ground, letting it fester on the entranceway. As Miyamoto makes his way to the back as well, both men now having exited.
The lights then dim out, as ring crew check the ring and surrounding area to make sure everything is good to go for the next match, as well as a shadowy figure making their way to the ring, said figure seeming to do a “Naruto Run”. After maybe 30 seconds or so, they finish their job, as the lights come back up, and we hear our commentary crew begin to speak.
Blackmire: Now, up next, we've got a match from two up-and-comers in QWF and two of the most bizarre figures in wrestling today, one believing he's Elvis Presley and the other believing he's from ummm….something called a nay-roo-to?
Cyclone: Mysterious origins Jack, I can’t claim to know what’s going on there either other than it’s quite bizarre, and his opponent you may call Slick Rick bizarre as well, Jack, but he's the King, you can't deny that.
Blackmire: I mean, you can-
Ulysses: Already standing in the ring, from the Hidden Leaf Village, weighing in at 110 pounds, Saskuto!
We see Saskuto! already in the ring, Naruto-running the ropes, to a cheer from the audience each time he touches one side of the ring.
Cyclone: This match is sure to grab your attention and our crowd's already fired up!
Suddenly, a familiar drum beat comes in and-
Rick: THE WARDEN THREW A PARTY IN THE COUNTY JAIL!
Slick Rick begins to strut down the ramp, pointing fingerguns at the audience and milking every step. He can also be seen mouthing the words of Jailhouse Rock as he makes his way to the ring.
Ulysses: HAILING FROM TUPELO, MISSISSIPPI, WEIGHING IN AT 191 POUNDS, SLICK "SLICK RICK" RICK!
Cyclone: Here comes the King!
Blackmire: He's a duke at bes-
Slick Rick jumps up on the ring apron, jiving his hips to and fro to the classic tunes of the King. Saskuto! stops running and prepares for combat with a traditional Japanese fighting pose.
Blackmire: Let's get started!
QWF Senior Official Yancy Johnson, unmiced, tells the two opponents the rules and encourages them to have a good clean fight, before signalling for the bell.
DING DING DING
We start off with the two getting in a traditional collar-and-elbow tie-up, trying to outmuscle each other before Slick Rick, the larger of the two, takes advantage. He puts Saskuto! in a headlock for a few moments… before grabbing his arm and twisting him into a hip toss!
Cyclone: No time to waste for Slick Rick, here!
Saskuto! sells the hit hard, clutching at his back, as Slick Rick beckons him up with a few of his patented dance moves. Saskuto! finally rises, only to meet Rick throwing him into the ropes. Saskuto! tries to come back with a clothesline on the rebound, but RIck easily ducks. He comes back a second time, only for Rick to leapfrog him completely!
Blackmire: Slick Rick showing off his athleticism!
Saskuto! returns for a third time, finally hitting Slick Rick with a mean elbow!
Crowd: Woah!
Cyclone: We haven't seen that sort of ferocity from Saskuto! before!
However, Slick Rick doesn't fall to the ground, only leaning back with the hit, before immediately turning back towards Saskuto! with a grin on his face.
Blackmire: What's this?
Instead of showing the pain, Rick begins to dance again, to big cheers from the crowd! Saskuto! tries to hit Rick with another punch, but his swaying hips move out of the way!
Blackmire: It seems like Slick Rick's got a few tricks up his sleeves! His long, wide sleeves!
Cyclone: I've never seen this sort of jutsu before…
Every strike Saskuto! makes misses and the frustration, visible on the young ninja's face, makes him switch up strategies. He grapples around Rick, going for a German Suplex!
Cyclone: Can he do it?!
Nope. Saskuto! tries to lift Slick Rick, only to find resistance from the King. Saskuto! tries one more time, only for the taller Rick to simply lift a leg over him backwards and-
Blackmire: DEVIL IN DISGUISE!
Cyclone: OH MY! OH MY!
Slick Rick goes for the pin and Yancy makes the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Ulysses: YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL, AT THE TIME OF TWO MINUTES AND TWENTY-TWO SECONDS- SLIIIIICK RICK!
Slick Rick begins to celebrate in the ring with a couple of his famed jims and jives, to the mass enjoyment of the crowd. The crowd clap and dance along to Slick Rick’s original music and dances, before eventually we fade out of the ring, as we cut backstage. Where Daimio Esforzado, clad in an expensive kimono that matches his mask over his ring gear, accepts a package from a courier and tips handsomely. He’s just about to carry the box away to open it when Claude Danielson interrupts him.
Danielson: Daimio, I’m here to talk to you about your match with Aiden MacSeal, but first I have to ask - what have you got there? And also, what are you wearing?
Daimio: Ah, hi Claude! I’m going to be perfectly honest with you… I don’t think I want to think about the match.
Danielson: Why’s that?
Daimio: Because I’m going to make my point in the ring. Now, THIS is my new custom kimono I bought with that sweet, sweet PPV victory purse money. And in this box… look, I guess you’ll have to see, right? Here, I’ll open it for everyone.
Daimio deftly removes the outer wrapping and takes a heavy object out - it’s a prop helmet from a TV show.
Danielson: Ah, I know what that is! I didn’t know you were a film prop collector, Daimio.
Daimio: Well, I gotta pay homage to the classic Japanese heroes, know what I’m saying? So I managed to track down this beauty on eBay - it’s one of the original helmets from Kamen Rider, one of the old superhero shows I loved as a kid.
Danielson: Extraordinary.
Daimio: What can I say? After all the bills are taken care of, I like to have cool stuff. ...And yeah, like I said, no further comments on the match. MacSeal’s gonna get what he gets in the main event and there’s nothing else for me to say at this time.
Danielson: Well, there you have it. Daimio Esforzado takes a pro-cool stuff stance. Aiden MacSeal’s views on whether or not coolness is good are unknown at this time. Back to you Jack and Cyclone!
The camera cuts back to Clay Corgan standing in the ring, trying to hype the fans up with his Clay-fit routine. It works moderately well, with a significant portion of the audience chanting his name.
Blackmire: Clay Corgan looking very hyped for this contest, as he’s prepared to take on the newly debuted and exciting young talent known only as Quick Kick Nick.
Adams: Definitely an interesting name, but you have to know what his game plan is going to be here.
Clay continues leading the crowd in a Richard Simmons-esque workout, while Ulysses steps to the center of the ring.
Ulysses: And his opponent, from Springfield, Illinois - He weighs in tonight at 155 pounds - QUICK KICK NICK!
Sweep The Leg hits the arena with an “ichi, ni, san, shi,” and right as the funky bass kicks in, QKN steps out from backstage, bouncing from foot to foot. He lets out a mightily high-pitched KIAI, and the crowd cheers.
Blackmire: Nick is also seemingly very hyped here, and the crowd has already taken to the competitor.
Adams: He’s tiny, and he has heart - those are two of the easiest ways to get a crowd to take to you. And now he has to take the much more massive, and perhaps more fit, Clay Corgan.
QKN steps forward to the beat, with a small, confident smile on his face, and he slides into the ring. The referee checks them both then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Nick charges in with a dropkick, sending Corgan back to the ropes! Corgan staggers forward, only to be caught with a low dropkick from Nick, and then a quick big boy senton from the small boy!
Crowd: YAAAAAY!
Blackmire: Nick with some impressive athleticism early, giving the crowd something to be excited about with the young kid!
Adams: That was just great athleticism and a nice chain of moves there from Nick, with his series of quick kicks.
Nick rolls Corgan over into a quick cover!
1!
2!
Corgan powers out at 1, and Nick goes skidding across the ring! Corgan gets to his feet, and Quick Kick Nick charges in for a running crossbody! Corgan staggers back, but doesn’t go down - instead planting Nick with a press powerslam! Corgan takes a step back, then another, and catches Nick with a big boy senton of his own!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!
Blackmire: Nick absolutely crushed under the prodigious girth of Clay Corgan!
Adams: Turnabout is fair play, Jack, and it might have cracked a rib there.
Corgan rolls over far less gracefully, and hooks the leg, already gasping for breath.
1!
2!
NO!
Quick Kick Nick gets the shoulder up, to the applause of the crowd. Corgan gets up, and pulls Nick to his feet, already feeling it! He hits Nick with a right hand, rocking him, then shuffles a bit before popping him with another, and another. He winds up, going for one final major punch, but Nick drops to the mat with a gorgeous Tiger Tail Sweep! Corgan hits the mat like a sack of potatoes, and Nick sets up in the corner, waiting for Corgan to get his wits about him.
Blackmire: Nick could be looking for that Roundabout slingblade - It’s early in the match, but both of these competitors are looking to make a name for themselves with a quick victory!
Corgan staggers to his feet, holding his neck from the leg sweep spill, and Nick charges forward! He hooks Corgan with one arm, spins around, and - NO! - Corgan uses his ClayFit core strength to muscle Nick back from the slingblade and dump him with a rather ugly-looking uranage/chokeslam hybrid.
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Adams: Nick went for his big shot early and paid the price - moves like the slingblade require your opponent to be unsteady on their feet to begin with, or else they can counter it like we just saw!
Nick rolls out of the ring, obviously hurting, and tries to get to his feet on the outside. Corgan gets up, fired up, and takes a moment to continue his fitness routine in the centre of the ring. Nick pulls himself to his feet, scowls, and motions to the ramp!
Blackmire: Nick looks fed up with Corgan’s antics - and to be fair, I would be too, this is his debut match - But what is he doing?
Adams: I’m not sure, but it doesn’t look good.
From the ramp, 5 individuals, in various masks and styles of karate gi, come out in near unison. They let out a series of martial arts cries, as the audience and Corgan look on in confusion, before sprinting down to the arena! One of them leaps to the ropes, springboards off the top, and catches Corgan with a vicious-looking flying kick! Before Johnson can even call for the bell, another masked individual catches him with a spinning roundhouse, sending him to the mat!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Blackmire: I - what - this is ASSAULT! Someone call the police!
Adams: Nick was looking to make an impression tonight, and it looks like he and his goons have certainly done that!
The other three masked goons wade into the crowd, where they’re given a wide berth by most of the audience, except for a few possibly drunk idiots who square up to them! One of the drunk idiots throws a right hand, and the remaining three goons absolutely level them with a trio of clotheslines!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
At this point, Corgan is beginning to stir, and Nick steps into the ring, as his goons pick Corgan up by the arms. Nick squares himself, focusing all the chi that he has in his body, and leaps up with a lightning-quick kick that absolutely rockets off the skull of Corgan! Corgan flies halfway across the ring from the force of the blow, and Nick bows to his two goons, who bow in response. The six men walk up the ramp to leave, as Johnson still has yet to stir.
Blackmire: I’m pretty sure this one is going to go down as a DQ victory for Corgan, but I don’t know if he would have wanted it after that brutal kick - someone get the medics out here!
As Blackmire starts talking, a few medical professionals try to get to the ring past the Karate Squad. The Karate Squad turn, sensing a fight, and charge the EMTs! An EMT gets a nice right hand off, but the entire ramp devolves into chaos as the Karate Squad brawls with anyone within arm’s reach!
Blackmire: I - um - We’ll be right back!
We cut away from this chaos and nonsense, as we open our next scene. We see a door with an etching on the window saying “QWF President: Alton McHenry” As we then soon to inside the room, as on one side of the desk, sits McHenry himself, and on the other side, Enrique and Pancho Valera. Pancho standing menacingly with crossed arms across from McHerny, Enrique clearly very animated, talking a lot with his hands, noticeably taped up from his three stages of hell match, as we hear him speak-
Enrique: Listen, all we’re saying is that the two falls I lost, were the two falls that you selected for the match! Me and Rizwan agree on a three stages of hell, even on one of the stipulations, but then you barge in and think you have a right to select 2 of the falls rather than either of the people actually doing the wrestling?
McHenry: Enrique-
Enrique: NO! You chose stipulations you know i’d have a disadvantage in! You gave Rizwan a weapon, then took away Pancho so Rizwan would have an unfair advantage? And why? Because you don’t like me just doing the smart thing and taking out his legs? Because Pakistan’s got 90 million more people than Mexico and you greedily want to corner that market? I won’t stand for your bias!
McHenry: Enrique, you had a weapon as well in the 2nd fall, and the 3rd was to prevent you unfair advantage with Pancho in your corner.
Pancho: I’m his family, I support him, and if you don’t understand that-
As Pancho is talking, all of a sudden, the door behind them opens. As Kenny Cadence comes into the office, seeming to not notice the Valera’s, as he speaks to McHenry.
Cadence: Hey, man! I just wanna talk about something. So I didn’t get paid after losing my match Sunday, and like, I get I never objected to the stipulation, but still, recently I haven’t been able to buy groceries so I'm running out of food. My landlord is on my ass about eviction. I’m just wondering if there’s any way-
Enrique: CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY
Cadence turns his head, and just now notices the Valera’s in the room.
Enrique: Hey dickhead! In case you didn’t notice I was kinda already here talking to the man, piss off.
Cadence: And what important things are you talking about? I’m guessing you’re complaining about your match?
Enrique: Uhhhh...yeah? Why wouldn’t I? Aren’t you doing exactly that too?
Cadence: You know you lost fair and square to Rizwan, I lost fair to MacSeal. Difference is you still got losers purse, you still got main event bonus, I didn’t get anything for mine. I’m just looking for some help so I don’t lose my apartment. You have an issue with sucking.
Enrique: Ohhh nooo, you’ve been broke for a whole of let me check the calendar here... flips through the calendar on the wall ….a week. Try nearly 50 years like this man right here brotha!
Cadence: I mean, with his and your experience, wouldn’t you know just how much this fuckin’ sucks?
Enrique: Yes, we do. You know what also fuckin’ sucks? People like you coming in who’ve never been in a position of powerlessness before and acting like you understand the second you fall on hard times. You’re like one step above those millionaire silicon valley techies who go to like, fuckin’ Nepal for 2 weeks so they can have some monks show them how to be performatively poor and come back from it acting like they’ve been enlightened. What i’m saying is you don’t know shit.
Cadence: Alright, sure i don’t know everything, but I do know that my current situation is awful, and I wanna see if there’s a way out of it.
Enrique: Ah, so you fail and your first thought is “how can I avoid consequences for my actions this time?” How bloody typical.
Cadence: The consequences could be fucking homelessness asshole!
Enrique: Well how about you don’t lose next time.
Cadence: Like you’re any more of a winner than I am right now.
Enrique pops up from the chair, angered by the comment.
Enrique: I lost because this so called president was biased against me! I was at a disadvantage! You lost because you’re a born loser!
Cadence: Yeah, the disadvantage of having a 50 year old man who can barely move in your corner.
Enrique: You don’t know how much that man has helped me! I would’ve won if this company just allowed family to support each other!
Cadence: So what’s your goal with complaining, get one more shot against Rizwan where Pancho can stay in your corner the whole time so you can prove you can choke that opportunity away too? Prove you can’t handle it when it matters most again?
Pancho’s face turns enraged as he hears Cadence say this about Enrique, as he steps forward, and being to speak-
Pancho: Hey! You don’t say these things about mi sobrino! You don’t know him, you don’t know how many times the pressure tried to crack him and he come out alive any damn ways! You talk one more word of shit about him and i’ll crack you on the head!
Cadence: Hey, you’ve just given me more material by showing that he’s a coward who can’t even stand up for himself.
Pancho: Why you little shi-
As Pancho goes to move towards Kenny, all of a sudden, McHenry stands up from his desk, and pounds on it!
McHenry: ENOUGH!
As McHenry does this, the commotion amongst the wrestlers dies down instantly, as they all turn towards McHenry.
McHenry: I will not tolerate this conduct in my own office! If you’re that eager to bash each other in the heads, then how about this, next week, you do it in the ring. Kenny Cadence vs Pancho Valera! Now get out of my office, all of you!
Cadence and The Valera’s turn back towards each other, staring each other down in anger, as Cadence begins to back away out of the door.
Cadence: Alright then, I'll see you two next week, have fun with that promise to crack me on the head.
Cadence then leaves, exiting through the door, as Pancho shouts out at him-
Pancho: You don’t even know the half of it punk!
Enrique: Pancho, calm down, he’s not worth any more time.
Pancho: He’s worth just as much time as it takes to tear him apart for talking like that about family, and I haven’t done that yet.
Enrique: We’ll just have to wait a bit, now, let’s go before this biased man here uses us lingering as an excuse to fire us.
The Valera’s then head out the door themselves, as McHenry sighs, and goes back to dealing with paperwork, as we fade out.
Submitted September 19, 2019 at 01:06AM by youto2 https://ift.tt/34V10w8
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