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May 29th, 2013




The lights in the Spectrum go low. Purple pyros erupt off the entrance. “Niki FM” by Hawthorne Heights kicks on the sound system. The General Manager of Ascension steps out onto the entrance way, amid the smoke. He looks…. different. Maybe because he came out completely cocooned inside a white terry cloth bathrobe? Yeah, that’s probably it. He pulls on the belt of the robe, making sure it is tight and secure and nothing underneath can be seen. A big shit eating grin plays across his handsome bearded face. Julian struts down to the ring and climbs the steel steps. He moves very carefully, making sure nothing gets exposed. His entrance between the ropes takes even more time, making sure to get in the ring, without having the robe slip open or pull up too high on the leg. The cameraman runs up and tries to sneak a peek, but Julian catches him. He wags a finger at the camera in a negative motion, mouthing the word behave to him. The music cuts out as Julian grabs a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring.

Julian: I know what you are all thinking. What change am I making tonight? Who am I banning from Ascension this time? But it’s not like that. So far, whenever I’ve come out to you in person, it’s bad news for at least one person. Tonight though, is different.

That smile appears on his face again.

Julian: I take that back. It actually is bad news for one person. One guy actually: Brandon Banks.

The fans boo at the name. Julian raises his hand and waves that off.

Julian: Calm down. I’m not going to cancel his match with Lifer or anything like that. That match needs to happen. It needed to happen months ago. But, no one wanted to pull the trigger. So, I finally did. So, don’t worry, Brandon will be out tonight, competing in this very ring. And he’s going to need to. Because once I’m done here in this ring, Brandon is going to be a very broke man.

The camera zooms in on Julian’s face.

Julian: Earlier this week, for those who don’t know what I’m talking about, Brandon stated on Twitter that he would give all his money if I were to strip on Ascension this week. Brandon has a lot of money. A looooooot of money. And I could always use some more.

Julian waggles his eyebrows.

Julian: So, I’m here to take Banks to the bank.

With that said, Julian drops the microphone and kicks it to the side. The lights dim down again, and leaves a spotlight featured on Julian. “Flaunt It” by TV Rock resonates out of the speakers. For the first few seconds, Julian just stands there, bobbing his head to the song. He’s trying to feel out the song and get the vibe. Slowly, his shoulders get into motion and begin bobbing in time with his head. His torso is next to follow, and soon, Julian is dancing in place, letting the music flow through him. His hands grab the belt of the robe, and ever so slowly he begins to draw the knot apart. He draws the belt back and forth in the loops, before violently ripping the robe open and letting it fall to floor.

A collective gasp is heard as Julian stands in the middle of the ring…. dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He extends his arms out to the crowd and spins in a circle. He laughs a deep laugh and is clearly enjoying his moment. He dances his way to the microphone and scoops it up again.

Julian: Cut the music. Please. I can’t take it. Brandon, that song is whack, bro. Play some real music, please!

Suddenly, “Never Gonna Give You UP” by Rick Astley starts to play. That’s right, Julian Dark just got Rick Rolled bitches. And he doesn’t even care. He starts to shimmy and jive to the music. He slides around the ring, light on his feet. He reaches up and begins to unbutton the shirt, one button at a time, working his way from the top downward. Flashes of skin and muscle greet the eyes of the onlookers as he moves around. Whoops and hollers ring out from the ladies in attendance. Julian slips an arm out the shirt, and in one fluid motion spins a 360 in the ring and his other arm has escaped the embrace of the shirt. A flick of the wrist and the shirt is into the crowd. The belt is the next item to slip off of Julian, of course in a slow, tantalizing manner. Julian stops for a moment, in the middle of the ring, and poses for the ladies. He flexes his muscles, making the pose that much better. With one hand behind his head, the other reaches down and pops open the button of slacks and begins to draw the zipper down. Groans from the males in the audience are heard, as they don’t want to see all this. In the blink of an eye, the pants are down and off, and Julian stands there in a male G-String. Without any shame or any care in the world.

He hooks his thumbs into the string, and begins to tease at the idea of pulling the string down and calling Brandon’s bluff in the buff. Before he can get any farther though, the spotlight and music cuts out. The arena is left in total darkness. Moments later, when the lights come back on, Julian is standing on top of the ring entrance again. The robe he had earlier is back in his hands and bunched around his waist, keeping the view obscured. A microphone is in his hand again.

Julian: Come on now. You didn’t really think I was gonna bare all, did you? This show is on MTV after all. Gotta think of the sponsers. And Brandon, I’m coming for my money buddy. As soon as I get dressed, that is.

For the last time, Julian drops the microphone. When he turns around to go backstage, it is seen that the g-string is indeed gone, and Julian is completely bare assed naked as he disappears.




Amy Ngoudie vs Harlow Bradley


The ladies kicked off the match and for the most part things remained pretty even. But they didn’t stay that way for long as Amy Ngoudie made it her mission to make a lasting first impression. Harlow attempted a bicycle kick as Amy was against the ropes, but Amy dove out of the way causing Harlow to get tied up in the ropes. Amy promptly followed up with a dropkick, sending Harlow crashing to the outside. She followed Harlow to the outside, tossing her into the barricade and nailing her with a barrage of punches before rolling her back into the ring. Harlow gained the upper hand momentarily, catching Amy with a shoulder thrust as she got back onto the apron. Harlow attempted to suplex Amy into the ring, but Amy slid down her back and caught her with a forearm to the back of the neck. She then spun Harlow around and hit her with an exploder suplex. She went for a pin but Bradley kicked out at two. The end of the match came when Harlow attempted to go for the Triple B Spinebuster, Amy pushed off, landing on her feet and quickly put a boot to Harlow’s midsection. She pulled Harlow in and connected with a Thunderstorm Powerbomb, before making the cover for the win.


Winner: Amy Ngoudie




The sound of a guitar riff booms over the PA as the unfamiliar song of "Holding Out For A Hero" by Six Pack blasts through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. The lights are pitch black except for a few golden lights beaming down and search the crowd. Suddenly, a figure is seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide on his face as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him.

Coming out behind him were no other than Zero McHannon and Gambino, listening to the mixture of feelings from the crowd. It annoys Beeno so badly that he flips off the fans until Zero gives him a pat on the shoulder, followed by a smirk.

He sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd. Beeno takes the steps to the ring and Zero slides in under the ropes

The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, glancing at the man outside the ring and gesturing kindly for the microphone. Zero was pacing the ring some with Beeno before he took a place in the corner of the ring and leans against the turnbuckle. Beeno kept showing off to the fans by standing on the second rope while Zero had his arms crossed acting like he could care less how the fans reacted to him.

Lifer: Ladies and gentlemen, sinners and assholes, let me be the first to officially welcome you all to Ascension!

A round of boos from the crowd surprise him, angry wrestling fans showing their emotions.

Lifer: Relax, relax. I never said you were an asshole or a sinner. I’m just saying, if anyone is classified under those banners, they should be welcomed too just like everyone else. I’m all for equality after all!

More boos from the fans, upset about his assessment.

Lifer: Yeah, yeah. I can see why you’re all so against equality. I mean, if there’s no poor, there’s nobody for the rich to make fun of. If there’s no weak, there’s nobody for the strong to take down easily. It’s just like you. Funny, I thought this was America, leader of the free world, where the amendments made sure equality was a thing, voting for women and the blacks and all. But I guess even in the 21st century, people still have a problem with it. Go figure.

Beeno shot Lifer a dirty look at the comment before smirking as the crowd looks taken back and offended by Lifer’s words. Someone even went as far as to throw a full cup of soda into the ring, causing it to splash everywhere. Beeno hopped up on the second rope and began pointing at the person who threw it and mean mugging them. Zero picks up the cup and throws it a few feet away in the trash can next to the announcers table like it didn’t even bother him.

Beeno: Looks like someone missed the trash can, bruh. Don’t litter, kids . M’kay, you feel me yo?

Lifer: Hey, I’m not the racist here. I’m not a sexist. You are. All of you who booed. I mean, listen to yourselves! Booing equality. Throwing trash where it doesn’t belong...

Zero motions for one of the employees to throw him a mic. He taps it a few times on his palm to make sure it was working and dropped it on purpose just to piss everyone off. Picking it up as nothing happened, he brushed himself off like he had some dust on the front of his shirt.

Zero McHannon: Ooops!

He laughed some and showed a smirk as the fans started to jeer him even more. Zack chuckled at the noise, giving Zero a look, but all he could do was #TankShrug. Beeno started to Beeno Walk across the ring when he seen the reaction it got from the haters. Lifer bursted out laughing at the scene, cracking up into the microphone as he strolled back and forth.

Zero McHannon: Calm your shit, it was an accident.

Zack shook his head from side to side, the crowd unsure how to respond as a few continued to boo their heart out. Zero raised the mic and pointed to the crowd.

Zero McHannon: Who exactly do you people think you are? This guy’s in the main event, the reason you paid for your hard earned ticket to this damn show. Show a little respect for the real good guy around here!

He held the mic down and nodded his head. Holding his hand up to his forehead, he acted as if he was having to explain things to a preschooler.

Zero McHannon: So you work your ass off in a dead end job just to see two of the best guys in this sport do what you could only dream of, and you’re just going to treat him like shit? This man has vision that not only benefits the wrestlers of this business but you all as well! You people make me sick.

Zero acts like he is throwing the mic over his shoulder but Beeno pops up to talk in it.

Beeno: YUUUUUP YA HEARD DA MAYNE!!

Zack smirked in Beeno’s direction.

Lifer: I think the line was “foshezie!’

Gabino facepalms to Lifer’s lingo attempt. Zero just laughed and took his place leaning on the post.

Lifer: So now that that’s all out of the way, I’ll get to the real reason why I’m out here. Promise, it won’t be long. In the meantime, you can sit there and listen to what I gotta say, ‘cause this is the truth.

Zero nods.

Zero McHannon: Ch yeah.

Lifer: Brandon Banks. That’s the guy I’m facing off in one of the best main events PDW’s seen that wasn’t Pay Per View in months. My former best friend thinks he can get rid of me easily, thinks I’ll be just as easy to beat as Riley. Hah. Not even close. Everything I’ve done thus far in this company leads to this very match. My biggest one so far. If I can at least knock some sense into the guy, bring him back to Earth, that’s something not even T.J. Jones could do!

The crowd jeered once again as he mentioned T.J. Jones with such disrespect, obviously huge supporters of the Platinum Champion.

Lifer: Now you’re booing T.J. Jones? This is madness! You should be ashamed of yourselves! Just because he lost one match against Brandon Banks doesn’t mean you have the right to boo. But don’t worry. Everything will be okay. I’ll do what he couldn’t do - beat Banks - so then you won’t have to boo me anymore.

A psychotic grin grows against his face, a proud moment for the former Next Best Thing Champion himself. He smirks in Zero’s direction, then glances at Gambino by his side.

Lifer: These two men are true good guys who are going to help me cleanse the PDW of all the disgusting rats and arrogant scumbags that fill the locker room, a shining example of what a knight in shining armor should be. They’re going to join me in the fight for the greater good, and they’re going to rise along with me to the tippy top of this company because of my vision, because of my guidance! Isn’t that right, guys?

Zero realized he wasn’t holding a microphone anymore and seen that Beeno had it. He gave Lifer a thumbs up and could be seen saying something encouraging while nodding his head. Beeno finally felt the microphone between his hand and held it up real quick. He wasn’t really adjusted to how close he should hold the mic while talking.

Beeno: DAYUM RIGHT! WE UP IN DIS BITCH YA’LL!

Zack tilted an eyebrow, confused at what he meant and letting out a slight laugh.

Lifer: Yeah, what he said.

Beeno punched him lightly on the shoulder, laughing a bit before he continued.

Lifer: And in that vein, I’d like to introduce a few more who will be joining The White Nights’ cause alongside us in what will surely only lead to great things. Ladies and gentlemen, sex-on-the-first-daters and egotistical sex addicts, I welcome you the newest White Nights! ERIN DANIELS AND COMPANY!

Taking most by surprise at the mention of the name, an unexpected screeching noise is heard as a different song besides what's played for Daniels in her previous matches. "Extreme Ways," by Moby begins playing before Erin Daniels walks out directly from the entrance. Flanked by the man and woman she was with at the last Disclosure, Xavier and Melissa Michaels. The reaction the trio receive is somewhat mixed, mostly out of confusion due to the bit of respect Daniels had for them since her debut.

Walking down to the ring however, there almost seems to be an arrogant sense about the three as they climb separately into the ring. Xavier holds down the middle ring rope for his wife before getting in himself while Erin finds her own way in. Xavier looks around the ring with a smirk as he scans the arena, Melissa getting another microphone from ringside. She looks to address the crowd herself but Xavier grabs for the mic. She holds it strong and a bit of conversation between them is overhead.

Xavier Michaels: It's my birthday.

That gets her to release the mic and give Xavier sole control over it.

Xavier Michaels: So good being home. Not here in Philly particularly. Fuck this place. I mean here as in a ring. It's been too damn long.

He looks over at Lifer, patting at him chest before wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

Xavier Michaels: I got to tell you man. That was beautiful. Though there's one flaw there at the end of your statement. Sex-on-the-first-daters? Sex addicts? Seriously? Look around and count the neck beards. Do you honestly think even half of these people have touched a tit without having to pay for it? I mean come on. This is the portion of the human population that beats off to the Sears catalog. Come to think of it, wonder how much this'll piss them off out of jealousy. Boobie!

The crowd roars down jeers and boos as Xavier gives a quick poke at Melissa's chest and recoils back before she can have a chance to hit him.

Xavier Michaels: I know I'm going to be paying for that later, but it's my birthday, I do what I want. But you know, if I'm going to get to open my present later, I should just do what she says and let her girl do her thing.

Without any more complaint, he hands the mic over to Erin. She casts a glance over to Melissa who merely gives her a nod before she begins.

Erin Daniels: For years, the wrestling industry has been a sample of society at large. Looking at this program, can anyone really wonder why the world itself is going completely downhill? For years, we've turned a blind eye as audience members to performers serious flaw of character just because we wanted to be entertained and were willing to take what we could get. We settled on trash for the most part instead of demanding better. It's not limited to wrestling in particular but I wider problem that's more widespread than anyone could realize at just a glance. The world of sports, movies, TV, music, we've settled for turning a blind eye to everything except what we wanted to see. Well when we're done with our work, all those years are a rumor. They never happened. Tonight is the start of history and you're part of it.

As the crowd goes nuts for one last time, a unique start to Ascension if there ever was one, Zack Lifer stands atop the rope opposite of Zero and begins to howl to the rafters, his arms spread wide as he pumps himself up for the main event later in the show. The camera fades to black as the sound of a horse's winnie can be heard over the PA system, The White Nights logo firmly on the big screen as the show goes to commercial.




Ascension returns from a commercial break, and Dom Harter and Riley Lynn are spotted backstage chatting. They share a laugh, but when this happens Heather Halliwell appears in the distance. Heather grits her teeth at the cozy little scene, but picks up her head and stiffens her shoulders and marches over. She inserts herself between them, facing Riley and gives her a stiff smile.

Heather: I hate to break this up, but I think I’ll be taking my boyfriend back now.

Riley begins to yawn as Heather starts to speak. She rubs her eyes, and looks back at Heather with a bored gaze.

Riley: I’m sorry, I suddenly got really sleepy. The atmosphere in this room just got very boring.

Heather rolls her eyes at Riley’s insults and pats the girl on the head mockingly.

Heather: Excellent, if it’s that boring, then you’ll have no problem running back off to Munchkin Land.

Riley giggles a bit, and yawns again. She stares at Heather as, if she weren’t taking her seriously.

Riley: Well, aren’t you filled with witty remarks Heather. Boring, but witty remarks. Don't worry I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend. Trust me, been there done that!

This last remark makes Heather raise an eyebrow but she blows it off. She knows that Riley has a reputation for fabricating truths if it serves her purpose. She smirks and sticks a hand in Riley’s face.

Heather: You couldn’t steal him on your best day.

Riley looks at Heather’s hand with disgust. Dom looks on not knowing what to do.

Riley: You really think I have to steal him away? If I wanted Dom I could have him.

Riley snaps her finger in Heather’s face.

Riley: Just like that.

Heather grabs Riley’s wrist and twists it around, locking her arm behind her back. She drops them both to the ground and begins pummeling Riley’s head against the floor.

Heather: Yeah? You gonna get him just like -

Heather slams Riley’s head into the ground again.

Heather: That?!

Heather gets up and turns her back on Riley, eyes blazing as she stares at Dom. As Heather turns her back Riley takes advantage and jumps on her like a spider monkey. She wraps her arms around Heather’s neck, choking her. She then begins to bite Heather’s ear Mike Tyson style. Heather screams in pain as she desperately tries to throw Riley from her back. Dom watches helplessly, finally jumping in, but by then, Heather’s dropped to the ground and has thrown Riley from her. The two girls begin rolling around the floor, taking blind swings. Dom picks Heather from the two and holds her back despite her struggling.

Heather: You’ll pay for that one, runt!

Riley crawls on the ground, and wipes her mouth. She gets to her feet stumbling, and sets her eyes back on Heather.

Riley: Who you calling runt?!

Riley charges at Heather who is being restrained by Dom, but before she could reach her a backstage official holds her back. She kicks and screams into the air helplessly.

Riley: AHHHHHH! Get the fuck off of me!!!!! I’ll kill her!

Heather stops struggling and suddenly starts to grin. She tips her head back and laughs almost maniacally. Her eyes are shining with dark merriment as she stares back at Riley again.

Heather: You’re pissed about this? What if I told you I was the one who destroyed your precious Gameboy?

Riley’s eyes go wide. She starts to lose her mind. She somehow manages to break the official’s grip, and she scrambles on the floor toward Heather. Another backstage worker is able to hold her down. She struggles and screams once again, and Heather and Dom exit into the distance. Leaving Riley behind helpless, and restrained. Heather sticks her tongue out as she leaves.

Riley: This isn’t over....

Heather, hearing this, turns despite Dom keeping a firm grip around her waist. She grins wickedly and nods.

Heather: You’re damn right it’s not!




Zack Jones vs Xavier Zurcher

Zack Jones came out on fire. Riding off the momentum of his valiant effort at Aversion Therapy, Zack took the fight to Zurcher from the very beginning, clotheslining Zurcher down to the mat as soon as the opening bell rang. Zack kept the offense flowing with a beautiful dropkick, and then an arm drag. He got too overzealous though as he attempted a running shoulder thrust to Zurcher. Xavier moved out of the way, causing Zack to hit his shoulder against the ring post. Zurcher rushed forward, cracking Jones in the back of the skull with a forearm. He then got him in a waist lock. Jones broke free though, jabbing Zurcher in the skull with a pointed elbow. Zack then hit the ropes, springboarding off and catching Zurcher with a DDT. He went for a pin, but was only able to get a 2 count. Zack got Zurcher back onto his feet, and attempted a right hand. Zurcher got an arm up and fired a punch of his own, staggering Zack back. Zurcher then whipped Jones across the ring, dipped down for a back body drop but received a kick to the face. Zurcher stumbled back, and Jones rushed forward, connecting with the Tilt-A-Whirl Spinning Sitout Shoulder Jawbreaker. He then makes the cover for the win.


Winner: Zack Jones




As Zack celebrates in the ring after his victory, Xavier Zurcher just shakes his head in disbelief. Zack climbs a nearby corner, getting to the middle turnbuckle, then raises his right hand in victory.

As Zack hops off the turnbuckle, he keeps his back turned on Xavier Zurcher, who decides he wants to strike. He hits Jones from behind and puts the boots to him as the crowd boos him.

As he continues to beat down the defenseless Zack Jones, "Kalki" by E.S. Posthumus hits and the crowd can be heard cheering as Inferno has made his way out and is running towards the ring. Zurcher has stopped beating down Jones and has turned his attention to the charging Inferno instead.

Inferno quickly slides into the ring and once he gets up to both feet, Zurcher takes a swing. Inferno blocks it and begins hitting Zurcher with right jabs before raising his leg and hitting a spinning heel kick.

The heel kick doesn't take Xavier down, but it does have him turn around, holding his jaw. Unfortunately, he runs right into a Tilt-A-Whirl!

Zack holds his jaw as he locks eyes with Inferno. He slowly rises to both feet after hitting his finisher, continuing to keep his eyes on Inferno. The two stare each other down for a few seconds, before Zack gives Inferno a nod. Inferno returns the nod with one of his own before turning around and walking back up the ramp as Zack's theme hits again.

Zack just cocks an eyebrow as he looks at the former Platinum Champion before shrugging his shoulders and raising his hands in victory.




The camera fades in to show the lifeless parking garage, In the distance, a faint rumble is heard and is slowly growing louder. Around the corner, a jet black 2012 Dodge Challenger, It comes to a stop a few feet from the camera guy's position. The car door swings open and out steps a man decked out in a light gray suit. He turns and it is none other than the man slated to take on James Shark later on tonight, Jakob Alexander. He straightens his tie before walking towards the entrance to the building. The camera man stops him though.

Jakob Alexander: Let me guess, you want to know what's running through my head right about now, concerning my match with Shark? I'll tell you what, I'mm entertain you for a moment. Absolutely nothing is running through my head, believe it or not. This fight with Shark? To me, it's just another fight. You have to keep in mind, I was a mixed martial artist for, at least, seven years before I started wrestling. It's like second nature to me to stay calm before getting into a fist fight in front of thousands of people. Am I worried? Sure, there's always that chance of getting caught but that's all Shark's got. A puncher's chance, which is very slim. He's all worried that I'ma try to wrestle him. That's not how it's gonna go. See, I fought for a living for seven years. Fighting is all I'm really good at so, naturally, a fight is exactly what he's going to get. It's not gonna be slow or methodical. It's gonna be a one sided beat down and I'm swinging the hammer. If it's not, we're gonna stand toe to toe and throw punches until one of us falls. That's all we can do, really. We're both fighters, we take all challenges head on, without looking back or thinking twice. Shark, you're in for a war.

Jakob sneers a bit before pushing the camera guy out of the way and entering the building.




The scene cuts backstage to where Heather Halliwell and Dom Harter are stood together before their respective matches. Both are dressed in their ring attire, Heather in her black wrestling tights with the teal stripes and black halter top with the teal stripes, Dom in his white wife beater top and knee length denim shorts.

Dom Harter: Are you ready for your match tonight?

Heather grins up at Dom as she flips her hair over her shoulder to start braiding it.

Heather Halliwell: As ready as I’ll ever be. I just got one half of the tag team champions and the Next Big Thing champion... No big thing.

She sticks her tongue up at him playfully.

Heather Halliwell: How about you? Facing Enderton one on one Is a lot different than getting him in the chaos of a tag match. Trust me, I would know.

Dom laughs nervously and runs a hand through the pink streak in his faux hawk.

Dom Harter: You mean without Zero to bail my ass out?

Heather rolls her eyes at this and shakes her head.

Heather Halliwell: You don’t really believe that noise, do you?

Dom Harter: Of course not! One on one is where I excel, where I'm at my best.

He smiles widely and winks playfully at Heather. A slow, seductive smile crosses Heather’s face as she walks over to Dom and places her hands on his chest.

Heather Halliwell: Damn right it is. You’re Dom Harter, FGA Heavyweight Champion and soon to be PDW Bloodshed Champion.

Dom Harter: That I certainly am, Miss EXODUS Pro International Champion.

Heather Halliwell: If we keep going the way we are, you and I could run this sport. Championship, main events. Think about it.

Harter makes a 'hmm' sound before smiling to himself.

Dom Harter: And we have to start somewhere, say by defeating Enderton, Cindy and Yun tonight.

A mischievious sparkle comes to Heather’s eyes.

Heather Halliwell: I have every intention of beating Yun tonight...

Dom Harter: And Cindy...

Heather Halliwell: Cindy doesn’t have something I want.

She smiles slyly up at Dom, her face coloring slightly. Dom smiles back down at her, cradling Heather's face with his right hand before leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips.

Dom Harter: And what Yun has will one day be yours. If you can clear the obstacles in your path.

He says, inferring about a certain red headed Gaming Goddess that has been a constant thorn in Heather's side as of late. Heather’s eyes darken ever so slightly.

Heather Halliwell: That won’t be a problem. I always fight for what’s mine... And for what I deserve to have.

There is a sharp edge in her voice, but she’s dangerously quiet. The look on her face has gone from sly to blank, a very unusual look for the normally chipper blonde. Dom momentarily looks concerned until the crooked grin returns to his face.

Dom Harter: Then lets go...




Dom Harter vs Marcus Enderton


Enderton started out aggressive, taking the fight to Dom early, hitting him with an array of offensive maneuvers that caused Dom to roll out of the ring and take a “time out” to gather himself. Dom feigned getting onto the apron, causing Marcus to rush forward. Dom quickly hopped off the apron and grabbed Enderton by the legs, dragging him out of the ring. Dom went to work on Marcus, using everything from the announcers table, the barricade and even the steel post as an offensive weapon. He tried whipping Enderton into the steps, but Enderton hopped on the steps and instead leaped back with a flying cross body that got a pretty big pop. Enderton rolled Dom into the ring, and went for a pin. Dom kicked out at two.

Enderton picked Dom up and set him on the turnbuckles, but Dom kicked him off. Enderton rushed back towards him and Dom hit him with another kick before pulling him in and leaping off the ropes with a tornado DDT. Dom went for a cover, but Enderton kicked out at two. Dom stood Enderton up, and set him up for a Piledriver, but Enderton reversed it with a back body drop. Dom rolled to his feet and ducked a lariat attempt, reaching back and bringing Enderton with a neckbreaker. He then went for another pin attempt which was unsuccessful.

Dom showed a bit of frustration, as he stood Enderton back up. He slapped Enderton across the face, but that seemed to wake Enderton up. Enderton fired back with a right hand that staggered Dom. He whipped Dom into the ropes and hit him with an elbow on the rebound. Dom staggered to his feet and Enderton hit him with his ‘Trebuchet’ ¾ Running Neckbreaker. Enderton went for a pin but Dom kicked out. Enderton backed into the corner, and waited for Dom to get to his feet. Once Dom stood up, Enderton rushed forward, looking to connect with his Predator Kick. Dom side stepped it, and as Enderton turned to face him, Dom caught him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Enderton got back to his feet and Dom put a boot to his stomach and took him down with his ‘Spin The Black Circle’ Double Arm DDT. Dom sat up with a wicked smile and signaled the end for Enderton. He plucked Enderton up off the mat, and got him into pumphandle position before hitting him with “Goodnight To The World”. Dom then made the cover for the three count.


Winner: Dom Harter



Edited by Cordy, May 30 2013, 04:41 AM.
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With her match coming up in only minutes, Yun Gouen sat in her locker room decked out in her wrestling attire, an outfit she really did not enjoy wearing but realized wearing Jeremy Scott into the ring was maybe not the best of ideas.. She had her earbuds in, the sounds of whatever she was listening too loud enough to be heard throughout the locker room.

Yun had her eyes closed and was zoning into the music, her head bobbing like crazy and doing crazy para para hand movements as she zoned into the music. This was pre-match ritual. It relaxed her. Her bodyguard Joe Shamrock knew to leave her alone during this “ritual” so he was nowhere to be seen.

The door to the room opens off to her right and unbeknownst to her, Miracle Cup winner and number one contender to the Platinum Title, Sebastian Grey comes waltzing in. He seems quite nonchalant at first, as if he knows exactly what he is doing. He looks around, earbuds in his own ears as he listens to what is probably some sort of modern rock band, his head banging to the music, the wires to the headphones going down the open collar of his black oxford and back out at the bottom and back into the pocket of his jeans. He even begins to air guitar with the Miracle Cup for a moment before his eyes rest on Yun.

Comically, his eyes widen and he grows stiff. Then, his only other reaction is to try and turn and leave, but the Miracle Cup slips from his clutches as he botches his air guitaring. Fumbling like a fool, he ends up chasing the sailing cup into Yun’s path.

Sebastian Grey: Ah, crap!

Reaching out with both hands, he finally catches the trophy and stables himself, but then he slowly looks down at Yun and smiles apologetically.

Sebastian Grey: SOR...

He realizes he is shouting and removes his earbuds, letting them dangle from his collar.

Sebastian Grey: Sorry about that...

Despite the crashing and clanging going on in the room, the music playing from Yun’s earbuds seemed to dull the noise as she never opened her eyes, she just continued to bob her head. Only now she started to sing loudly.

Yun: Dance dance daaaance till we run this town... Oppa Oppa I’ll be I’ll be DOWN DOWN DOOOOWN DOOOOWN.

Sebastian Grey: Is that...Gangman Style?

He knows she can’t hear him now, but simply laughs and enjoys the scene. Before starting to hover the Miracle Cup in front of her face, waiting for her to notice, but accidentally drops it. Oddly enough Yun never heard the cup drop and clang, but managed to hear Sebastian’s voice as she opened her eyes to see why she heard a male voice over the voices of Girls’ Generation coming through her headphones. She turned a deep shade of red when she saw Grey standing there, and quickly yanked the earbuds out.

Yun: I am sorry, I did not hear you come in.

Yun now notices the Miracle Cup sitting in front of her. Her eyes shift from it to Grey a couple of times.

Yun: I think you dropped something.

Sebastian looks down at it and shrugs.

Grey: It has a mind of its” own, I’m afraid. Totally wish it was a belt, because then the fact that Angel told me I had to keep it near me at all times wouldn’t suck so much...

Yun giggles and grabs the NBT Championship from beside her and shows it off to Grey.

Yun: You would be shocked, it has no real practical use. I’m kind of jealous of the fact you can drink out of that cup. I was thinking of getting the waistband taken in on the belt but I do not know if the PDW higher ups would like me doing that. But it is so annoying having to carry it around everywhere, I would enjoy it much more if I could ya know wear it like an actual belt.

Grey smirks, taking the NBT title from her hands and weighing it in one while nodding for her to pick up his cup.

Sebastian Grey: I don’t have a match tonight, how about I hold onto this baby for you and you can do whatever you want with the cup for Ascension? I mean, you could bring a drink down to the ring with you...or give Holy Commu...oh wait...wrong religion? Well, you know what I mean...plus, this thing fits me...

He has put the title around his waist and pats the plating of it, looking to Yun for approval.

Yun smirks and picks up the Miracle Cup, dusting it off from the fall.

Yun: Can I get the match against TJ?

She laughs out loudly when she says this, the joke was funny to her but she realized right away Grey may not find it as funny as she did. She was not familiar with him or his sense of humor and has a way of insulting people with her humor. He surprises her with a laugh of his own as he looks down at the title.

Sebastian Grey: Did you see my failure of a first crack at him on Disclosure? I’m tempted to say yes. You’ve held gold so you probably pose more of a threat. I’m just some newbie who got lucky.

Yun: Lucky? You won a whole tournament. Besides, I think we have been here about the same time. We are both still newbies. You will do well against TJ Jones, just believe in yourself and your own skills. Never question your talents, when you do is when you lose. By the way, I hold gold... Not held. Well... you hold the gold right now so hey maybe you are right.

Sebastian Grey: All your gold belongs to us! I mean...me...

He nods, reassuring himself as he takes off the belt and drapes it back over its owner’s shoulder.

Sebastian: Well, thanks for the support, Yun. Also, I heard you’ve got Arkia coming after that title. If you need any notes on her, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ve been through the entire Tj Jones camp already, I might be an expert...

Yun: I heard she has the shot. I would be lying if I said I was not nervous about facing her. She is a great wrestler, one I admire and enjoy watching. But more then that, seems she has everything to gain and nothing to lose whereas I have everything to lose. I may just need to compare notes with you.

Grey nods before crouching down before Yun and flashing the smile that supposedly landed him Faith DeWinter.

Sebastian Grey: Hey now, you can’t lose everything. Win or lose, you are the Next Big Thing, Yun. Just keep that pretty smile and that never-die attitude that’s turned so many heads already and you’ll be more of a star than you already are.

Yun turns a bit red and smiles.

Yun: Thank you, it is nice to know others believe in me outside of my own camp. Miyoko and Joe believe in me but I think they kind of have to. So it is nice to hear others have faith in me. Especially others I really do not know that well. So thank you, Sebastian. Thank you very much.

Grey reaches out and playfully knocks his knuckles off her jaw while winking.

Sebastian Grey: Knock ‘em dead out there, kid.

He stands up, and begins to leave, then remembers the cup. Chuckling, he points at it and looks at her over his shoulder.

Sebastian Grey: Seriously, hold onto that for the night. I’m tired of people asking to hold it.

Yun laughs and nods.

Yun: You sure? I mean I’ll take good care of it for you.

Sebastian just nods and heads to the door, as he gets there it opens and Joe Shamrock comes in. Shamrock looks from Yun to Sebastian, then to the Miracle Cup sitting next to Yun. Sebastian smiles and pats Shamrock on the back and leaves. Joe just looks a bit confused, but brushes it off.

Shamrock: Yun, you are up.

Yun smiles and pats the Next Big Thing Championship slung over her shoulder then picks up the Miracle Cup and nods to Joe. She gets up, and takes a quick glance at the Miracle Cup then heads out of her locker room...





Cindy Parker vs Yun Gouen vs Heather Halliwell

The NBT champion found herself under fire early as both Cindy and Heather made her the primary target of their offensive attacks early on. The ladies worked together, getting Yun into a corner and double teaming her with a barrage of kicks, before planting her into the mat with a double hip toss. Yun slowly got back to her feet, but the ladies charged forward and put her back down with a double clothesline. They picked her up and attempted to catch her with a double suplex, but Yun ended up reversing it into a double DDT which got the crowd going crazy. The NBT champ got to her feet, and quickly hit Cindy with a single leg drop kick. And then caught Heather with one as well. She got Cindy to her feet and was backing her into a corner, when Cindy fell back, grabbing a hold of Yun’s top and driving her face first into the turnbuckle.

Yun stumbled away and Cindy followed up with a bulldog. She went for a pin, but Heather pulled her off. Cindy got up and pushed Heather, who retaliated with a hard right hand that put Cindy on the mat. Heather then ran to the ropes, spring boarding off and hitting Cindy with a dropkick to the face as she got to a knee. Heather then went for a pin, but Cindy kicked out. Heather got to her feet, and Yun ran up catching her with a standing side Russian leg sweep. Yun rolled to her feet but Cindy quickly stepped up and put the NBT champ down with a sit-out Facebuster. Cindy then covered Yun and hooked the leg, but Heather broke up the count at two. Heather ran forward, connecting with a running tornado DDT. She went for a cover, but Yun broke up the pin this time. Yun and Heather exchanged blows, with Heather kicking Yun in the stomach and then dropping her with a straightjacket neck breaker.

Cindy then got to her feet, and Heather rushed towards her attempting a lariat, Cindy ducked underneath, turned back and caught Heather with her “One Hit Wonder” Roundhouse kick. Cindy watched as Heather crumpled to the floor holding her head, and then turned around only to get hit with Yun’s “One Hit Wonder” 540 Crescent Kick. Yun then made the cover on Cindy for the three count.


Winner: Yun Gouen




The scene fades into the interview area where Layla Moore is standing by with Riley Lynn. Riley’s bodyguard Toxic stands close by. Riley looks into space and is visibly upset. She is wearing her inring gear, and has a black eye. She crosses her arms as Laya speaks.

Layla Moore: Ladies and Gentlemen I’m here with Riley Lynn. Riley please, tells us what happened earlier with Heather?

Riley: You saw what happened earlier! She attacked me! I have no words for her.

Layla looks at Riley’s eye in disgust.

Layla: What about what she did to your eye?

Riley starts to snap.

Riley: WHO CARES WHAT SHE DID TO MY EYE! SHE BROKE MY GAMEBOY THAT HO IS GOING TO PAY! I SWEAR
I’LL KILL HER.

Layla backs up as Riley goes off. Riley calms herself.

Riley: I’m sorry.

Lalya: Okay… Riley please, share with us your thoughts on your opponent tonight, Freya Kane?

Riley grits her teeth.

Riley: To be totally honest I don’t care about my opponent tonight. She’s nobody, and tonight I’m going to show exactly why.

Layla: Are you upset that you have to fight her tonight?

Riley: Again, I don’t care about Freya, but tonight I’m already upset so, best believe I’m going to use my anger as fuel.

Layla nods her head.

Layla: Any last words?

Riley: I hope Heather watches tonight, because what happens to Freya will be exactly what happens to her. As for Freya… Game Over, because once again I will Level UP!
Riley leaves the scene with aggression, and she holds her eye in pain.

Toxic looks at Layla, and Layla holds the microphone to her face.

Toxic: Like Angie, Miss Riley destroy Freya. Freya we come for you!




Riley Lynn vs Freya Kane


Riley got the jump on Freya early on, attacking her before the bell even rang. She yanked on Freya’s hair and got her down to the mat where she wailed on her with punch after punch. She then got to her feet and hit Freya with some well placed boots. Riley then sauntered across the ring with her hands in the air, drawing a chorus of boos from the crowd. She threatened the ref, telling him to start the match and he did and Riley promptly went for a pin. Freya kicked out easily though which drew a big pop from the crowd. Freya pushed Riley away and stormed towards her. She grabbed hold of the little red head and flung her by the hair. Freya then nailed Riley with a couple of clotheslines. Freya stormed towards Riley again, but Riley took her down with a drop toe hold. She quickly got to her feet and playfully slapped Freya in the back of her head, obviously toying with her before dropping an elbow into her spine.

She then straddled Freya and locked in a camel clutch. Freya easily pushed up, lifting the lightweight Riley and falling back onto the mat. The ladies stood up and Freya backed Riley into a corner. She hit Riley with some body kicks and then backed up. She charged Riley, but Riley got a boot up. Freya staggered back and Riley shot from the corner connecting with a facebuster. She then went for a pin, but Freya kicked out once again. Riley stood Freya up and went for a quick, but Freya caught her leg. She spun Riley around who tried to counter with an enziguri, but Freya ducked under it. Freya snatched Riley up off the mat and spun her around to connect with the ‘Twitter Drama’ Death Blow. Riley slumped to the mat and Freya went for the pin, but Riley kicked out at the count of two. Freya picked Riley up, but Riley hit her with a hard knee to the midsection, Riley went for the Riley Rocked, but Freya countered, hitting her in the stomach and then put her in position for a RawrCutter. Riley twisted out, spinning around, and taking Freya down with a schoolgirl pin. Riley put her feet on the ropes for leverage, and the ref didn't see it. He counts to three and Riley quickly rolls out of the ring, raising her hand in victory. Freya looks absolutely livid as she can't believe what's just happened.


Winner: Riley Lynn




The scene fades to the backstage area as Prodigy Champion Aaron Weston is seen walking down the hallway. His face registers the same calm look that people are accustomed to him having. The Prodigy Championship rests on his right shoulder. At the sight of the good guy, fans around the Dynasty Spectrum erupt in cheers. Aaron stops when he hears the crowd. He looks around his general area and sees the cameraman. Aaron just shakes his head, but a small smile is seen creeping up on his face. After all, it does feel good to be cheered every so often. He then continues to make his way down the hallway. In the background a figure is seen around the corner watching Aaron. Unable to make out who the figure is as they stay in the shows Aaron doesn't seem to notice that there is a presence behind him. He stops to look around as he hears a footstep. Nothing there...He shrugs it off and continues on down the hall. The figure then steps out from behind the shadows as it is revealed to be Lyle Risky manager of the rivaled Brandon Banks with a steel chair in hand. A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd as he comes into focus. With a disgruntled expression on his face Lyle shakes his head at the sound of the boos amongst the cheers. He was still angry about Aaron attacking him a few weeks back before Aversion Therapy. You would think he got all of his frustrations out this past Monday at Disclosure after striking Weston with the Platinum Medal, or maybe that was just an appetizer for what was to come. He quickly charges over to Weston with the steel chair smashing the back of his head with the metal plate. Weston falls to the ground holding his head. Risky walks over laughing at the fallen Prodigy Champion.

Lyle Risky: Oh you thought I forgot? You thought I was done?!

Aaron tries to push himself off the ground. Before he can even get to his knees though, Risky strikes him in the back yet again.

Lyle Risky: YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS A MUFUCKIN' GAME?!

He strikes him again with such rage. Aaron reaches behind himself, covering his head with his hands, to protect himself from the onslaught. It doesn’t really help though.

Lyle Risky: You know who you fuckin' with bitch?!

Another strike...

Lyle Risky: You fuckin' with mufckin.

Strike...

Lyle Risky: RISK!

Strike...

Lyle Risky: O!

Strike...

Lyle Risky: DANGEROUS!

He kicks Weston in the ribs and kneels down picking up the Prodigy Championship belt. He stares at it for a moment.

Lyle Risky: You see this belt? This belt here bruh? This belt here bruh? THIS BELT HERE BRUH?!

He looks over to Weston who lies there agonizing in pain. Weston weakly tries to stretch his hand out. He’s pointing at the belt, trying to take it back from Risky. After a moment, his hand falls and hits the ground.

Lyle Risky: It belongs to my client. Just like any other mufuckin' thing he sees fit. Ya feel me? And bitch, you just next in line. Consider this payback...Shit, you brought it on yo self hoe! I hope you listenin', cause Riskodamous don't lie mufucka!

Throws the title at Weston's face and stands back up. He turns towards the camera and grunts.

Lyle Risky: Risky!

Pushes the camera away from his face.

Lyle Risky: Get that shit outta my face!

Scene soon fades away as the camera zooms in on Weston, who now has a busted lip from the title crashing into his face. His eyes are glazed over, and he is completely out of it.




James Shark vs. Jakob Alexander

The match starts off with Jakob taking it to James Shark, pummeling away at Shark, punching him into the corner. He delivers a few shoulder thrusts to Jakob and tries to whip him into the opposite corner, but Shark reverses it, pulling Alexander into a short-arm clothesline. As the match continues, mister Talk Trash Royalty holds the match in his advantage, taking Alexander down with a Judo hip toss, and quickly locking in a rear naked choke.

A few minutes pass by before Jakob fights out of it, hitting Shark in each of his sides with the point of his elbows to break the hold. They both stand to their feet at the same time, but it's Jakob who gets the upper hand, taking Shark down with a high knee to the face. He then mounts overtop of Shark, pummeling away at him, followed by an elbow to the throat and a knee to the face. Jakob lifts Shark up to a vertical base, sending him into the ropes and upon rebound, Jakob takes Shark down with a Exploder Suplex.

As the match continues on, Shark and Jakob continue to go back and fourth up until Jakob sends Shark into the turnbuckles. Jakob becomes enraged, clubbing away at Shark until the referee rips him off of Shark. Shark uses the momentary distraction to take the turnbuckle padding off, exposing the turnbuckle, as Jakob breaks free and goes for a body avalanche into the corner but Shark moves out of the way, causing Jakob to hit the exposed steal and he rolls Alexander up for the three count.

Winner: James Shark




Main Event
Brandon Banks vs. Zack Lifer


When the bell rings, both men stand in their respective corners, waiting for the other to pounce. It almost looks like they're both reluctant to attack until Banks starts walking toward Lifer, a cocky smile on his face. Lifer starts walking toward Banks himself, meeting him in the center of the ring, both men jawing words at one another. After a few seconds, Banks takes a swing at Lifer but Lifer ducks it, hitting Banks with a huge uppercut.

Lifer keeps the match at his pace, working on Banks' arm by hitting an armbreaker and locking in an armbar. Banks manages to slide out of the armbar and hits a FACIAL!~ to a seated Lifer. Banks keeps the advantage for awhile, hitting Lifer with nearly half his arsenal, and tries to pin him after every big move but Lifer kicked out every time. Banks started to get frustrated, lifting Lifer to his feet and tossing him into the corner, only to spit right in his face!

This angered Lifer as he came out the corner fists flying, connecting with Banks' face each time. He whips Banks into the ropes and turns Banks inside out with the White Flag Spear! He pins Banks, but he kicks out at the last possible moment. Lifer stands over Banks, yelling some words in his face, but Banks uses his his long legs to his advantage, kicking Lifer in the skull! Banks would get up and give Lifer a spear of his own, sending both men outside the ring!

They would fight outside the ring, even making their way halfway up the entrance ramp with Lifer attempting to throw Banks off the ramp, but Banks put the breaks on just as he reached the edge. Lifer charged in at him, but Banks heard the referee was at the count of seven and ran toward the ring, with Lifer hot on his tail. They slide into the ring at nine, with Banks to his feet first, attempting the Bank Shot Superkick but Lifer catches his foot, spins him around and locks in the Izzy Lock!

Luckily for Banks he was right by the ropes, using his legs to wrap around them. Lifer used the entire five count before breaking the hold! Banks tries to crawl out of the ring but Lifer grabs a hold of his leg, and Banks uses the ropes to get to his feet. With Banks leg in Lifer's grip, Lifer feels like he has him, but Banks clocks him with an Enzuguri! Both men are down, the ref beginning his count. By the count of nine, both men pull themselves to their feet. Lifer moves towards him, and Banks quickly lunges forward looking to connect with a bank shot. Lifer spins out of the way, grabbing a hold of Brandon and getting him ready for the Forced Suicide when Brandon forcefully shoves him off. Lifer staggers and then balances himself. He takes a step forward when all of a sudden Banks lunges forward and connects flush with a Bank Shot out of nowhere. Banks drops to his knees and slowly crawls over to make the pin for the three count.

Winner: Brandon Banks


Edited by Cordy, May 30 2013, 04:51 AM.
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