Post by Avery Quinn on Dec 10, 2017 21:38:17 GMT -5
Aiden stands there with a huge smile on his face as two members of the ring crew are walking away, one pushing a dolly. He quickly turns his body to look at what they dropped off. A large circular object that’s covered in a white sheet. Aiden stands in front of it and admires it while he nods his head to himself. Marisol walks up behind him, checking it out over his shoulder and raises a questioning eyebrow.
Marisol Marniceau: “Is that… what I think it is?”
Aiden grabs the sheet and whips it off revealing a large fifty five gallon drum.
Aiden: Yup, it’s a 55 gallon drum of eggnog. It seemed only fitting right?
She admires it with a small shake of her head, her expression blank and unreadable for a moment before she produces a simple smile.
Marisol Marniceau: “Marvelous! I am sure everyone will get a kick out of this.”
Marisol then takes her leave, having to handle other business while Andre is standing there completely caught off guard by the gigantic jug of eggnog before him looks around frantically. He’s so out of it that his face screws up before even uttering a single word. He gathers his thoughts, takes in a deep breath then begins speaking in a polite tone.
Andre Holmes: “May I ask why did you spend a lot of money…”
Just before he finishes his sentence, his voice booms.
Andre Holmes: “...ON AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIANT JUG OF EGGNOG?!”
?: “Hey Beats by Dre… Inside voice okay?”
Wally Lee emerges from the hallway. He has a small smirk on his face as he walks up the the growing commotion that happening in the back. His eye lock in on the massive keg of nog. He takes a few steps around the keg inspecting it as he softly whistles to himself.
Wally Lee: “Yeah his baby will do just fine… Bet you I can drink this whole damn thing and not even get sick… Probably give me a little buzz too…”
Andre Holmes: “Yeah. That might be the only match you’ll ever win in SAP.”
Andre rolls his eyes and just leaves as Jaser Cruz walks up holding his mouth laughing before playfully hitting Wally
Jaser Cruz:”Damn walè you just gonna take that? Just like how I’m gonna take a bit of this eggnog everyone is screaming about I mean it can’t be that..”
Jaser stops dead in his tracks upon seeing the size of the keg. He looks on confused for a bit before laughing.
Jaser Cruz: Coño man what the hell is this shit? Are you inviting the local shelter in here for all that? Cause if not I got some primo’s that’ll take that outcha hands literally and figuratively.”
Just then Genevie and Elijah Carlson come into frame. Genevie has her arm linked with her husband’s as she clears her throat.
Genevie Carlson: “What in the actual fuck is this?”
She rolled her eyes as she indicated to the giant container of egg nog. Resting her hand on Eli’s chest.
Elijah Carlson: “I heard about this. As the FACE of SAP. I’ll take care of this.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey and moved towards the egg nog ready to dump the contents of the full bottle into it.
Genevie Carlson: “Good thing I’m not much a fan of poor people eggnog. I mean there’s no way SAP could afford the good stuff. Not after signing me and Eli.”
She smugly brushed her hair behind her shoulder with a smirk watching her husband start to undo the cap of the Whiskey.
Nora Harris: I would have bet he wouldn’t actually bought a 55 gallon drum of eggnog and I would have been totally wrong.
She goes up on tiptoes to see over the two in front of her as Eli and Genevie are near the drum and a fretful look comes to her cute features.
Nora Harris: Is that thing even refrigerated?
She turns and leaves the room, shouting down the hallway.
Nora Harris: Bae? BAE. Is that huge thing refrigerated at all or is it just…
Fading off in the distance the further she gets from the room.
The cameras pan back to Wally as he stands there looking at the Carlson’s attempt to spike the nog. A gloved finger taps his shoulder and Wally turns to spot a very obese man in a red track suit. The man is also sporting a very nasty graying beard, and a just as nasty santa hat over his messy hair.
Wally Lee: OH SHIT YOU’RE-
Before he can finish his proclamation the man steps in front of Wally heading straight for the keg. He pulls out a crumpled dixie cup from the front crotch area of his nasty tracksuit, mumbling incoherently as he looks to get himself some of that sweet noggy goodness.
Wally Lee: He exist! Oh shit he exist!
Wally rushes down the halls trying to tell everyone he could while almost bumping into Reiko Aguilar who shakes her head at him before she heads over with two large thermoses. She doesn’t really fuck with anyone so it’s easy for her to ignore everyone, only gives Genie and Eli a head nod of a greeting.
Reiko Aguilar: Phe taking care of some business so she put me on assistant duties and shit.
Unknowing that the egg nog was spiked, she begins to fill up the silver thermoses while Tiphany Banks-Carisi enters the room and greets everyone before coming behind Reiko. She peeks over Reiko’s shoulder and the whiff she gets from the egg nog being loaded into the last thermos causes her to shake her head.
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: Oh hell no, nevermind. I wasnt planning to drink until tomorrow and I’m certainly not about to drink on the job.
Reiko Aguilar: What are you talkin about, this aint spiked?
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: The cellar in our house is like a damn liquor store and the way JR goes on a spiking spree at home? Trust even the faintest smell I can still tell. Damn you’re off your game, you usually would be able to pick up on it. You too immersed into your Korean boo.
Reiko blushes with a frown and cuts her eyes while concentrating on securing the tops on the thermoses before she turns around and smacks Tiphany in the arm with one of them.
Reiko Aguilar: Li-Tang and I are just best friends.
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: Suuuuure…. Jae’s brothers been wooin all yall lately.
A protesting Reiko leads Tiphany out of the room as they argue per usual back and forth while in possession of loads of spiked eggnog for an unknowing Phoenix.
Not long after the new North Atlantic Champion, Ashley Maldano comes strutting up with her championship shining on her waste, covered by her hoodie with her combat boots stomping against the ground.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Ayeee and what is it we got here?
Walking up behind the Carlson’s, Ashley peeks over their shoulders and sniffs the alcohol.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Finally something to celebrate the new tidings around here. Pour that in and lemme holla at a glass!
She laughs and watches as the nog gets spiked, smirking devilishly as she reaches and helps herself to a glass.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Surely a little pre match pre game would be lit
She laughs before she looks up watching as backstage interviewer Lauren Maldano walks over to them, looking at all the nog.
LAUREN MALDANO: How fitting! The lucky 25 fans got hyped with eggnog and now this?? Man.. do we know how to keep a theme flow going or what??
Lauren and Ashley share a laugh and walk away. Genie and Eli, his business done here, leave the scene. Moments later Celeste and CJ walk up to the huge keg of eggnog. Celeste's eyes widen.
CELESTE: Oh wow! Look at this CJ! I don't think I've ever seen so much eggnog.
CJ: Almost makes you nauseous just thinking about drinking so much.
CELESTE: I can't even remember the last time I've had eggnog. Holidays have never been the forte of my family. I'm getting a cup!
She grabs a cup and fills it with eggnog. CJ looks on as she takes her first sip.
CELESTE: Mm! It's good! Tastes different than the store bought stuff I think? Ah well, bottoms up!
She cheerily chugs back the rest of her cup. CJ shakes his head and tries not to laugh as she looks back at him with an eggnog mustache on her upper lip.
CELESTE: Aren't you going to have some CJ?
CJ: No thanks.
He chuckles. Celeste shrugs her shoulders before turning back to the keg and filling her cup again. The two walk away as she drinks it, much slower this time. Her voice can be heard one last time as they are off screen.
CELESTE: SO GOOD!
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The camera cuts backstage to Ximena Asensio. The tall powerhouse tag team wrestler, one half of the BGTL duo, is warming up for her match later tonight, where she and her partner Claire face off against the Satsujin. The silence in the backstage area as she does her weightless squats is soon interrupted by her more loudmouth counterpart.
Claire: Yoooooo Ximmayyyy!
Claire hops onto Ximena’s back, who keeps squatting up and down as if she has a toddler on her back. The only acknowledgment of Claire’s presence comes from an eyeroll that speaks for itself.
Ximena: You’ve already warmed up then, have you?
Claire: Yuuuup! Of course I have I’m on straight fire. We gon’ go to town on them hoes like you said we was gonna.
Ximena: I never said that. It’s your paraphrasing of me saying we’re going to win tonight because we have everything to prove here.
Claire: Lame! That shit ain’t gonna sell tix. You forgot I worked my way to several title shots jut by trolling the champion. THAT is how you get asses in seats, Ximmie.
Ximena sighs and stops her warm-up. Claire hops off her back. There is almost a foot of height difference between the two women and Claire has to strain her neck to look up at her tag team partner. Ximena grabs a water bottle and shakes her head.
Ximena: Fine. Whatever. We know what to expect from Zombie Vice Squad and Stacked Deck, more or less. We did fine in our first match, but that’s not going to cut it tonight. I wouldn’t be worrying so much if I just knew we were able to count on our tag team partners.
Claire: Satsujin? Shit yeah, Ximmie, they cool. Malaya especially. Hey didya know that her best friend Kariko and I fuc---
Ximena interrupts Claire by grabbing her by the collar of her sweater and pushes her into the nearest wall.
Ximena: Let’s get one thing straight! I don’t give a damn about any of that stuff. All I want to know is if they’re going to help us win. This roster is jam-packed with phenomenal talent, Claire. We need to establish ourselves in this place, and believe me when I tell you that ‘I fucked someone’s best buddy’ counts for nothing here!!
Claire takes a swipe at Ximena’s arm. Both women stare at each other with a deep crease between their eyebrows.
Claire: Bitch what the fuck? Sorry I’m tryna have some fun, yeah? How many times I gotta tell you I’m committed to this? How many more time are you gonna try and act like I’m holding you back? I wouldn’t even be doing this if not for you, so a sliver of gratitude might be in place here, Ximmie.
Ximena takes a deep breath and shakes her head.
Ximena: I’m sorry, just… nervous, I guess. There’s too much riding on this.
She grabs Claire by the temples and looks into her eyes.
Ximena: Listen, if you vouch for them, or at least tell me they’ll be cooperative, then I believe you. Now let’s go out there and do what we do best.
Claire: Fuck bitches up?
Ximena: If that’s how you want to call it then yeah, sure.
The two exchange a smile. They’re ready. On the same page again. They’re going to have to be if they want to stand a chance tonight.
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Eli Carlson vs. Owen Gonsalves
As the bell rang the crowd went nuclear. Chants for both Eli and Owen started as this was guaranteed to be a special affair. Both men nodded along to the crowd and circled each other before locking up. The two go through a series of chaining which starts out pretty even but Owen soon takes the advantage. Gonsalves locks in a Jim Breaks special and Eli looks to be in some serious pain. Eli backtracks slowly and surely till he reaches the ropes and hooks them with his free arm causing a break. Eli shakes his arm out to get the feeling back. The two lock up again and this time Eli catches him with an arm wringer. Carlson then catches Owen with a kick to the stomach that doubles him over. Carlson kicks one of Gonsalves’ legs out sending him on his butt, Eli then jumps in the air and catches Owen with a dropkick right to the head. Owen rolls around for a moment holding his head. Eli charges at the still grounded Owen who sees him coming and takes out his legs and then flips over for a jackknife pin but Eli powers up and twists and then lifts Owen up for a powerbomb. Eli gets a running start for the corner but Owen slides off and then heads for the ropes. Eli turns to face him and Owen leaps and wraps his legs around Eli in a wheelbarrow position and then grabs one of Eli’s legs and rolls through putting him in a kneebar. It only takes a second for Eli to know that this isn’t good and he quickly rolls over to the ropes. Both men get back to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring. Eli rails Owen with an open handed strike. Gonsalves isn’t just going to take it and returns with a monstrous shot of his own. Soon the two are trading stiff palm strikes back and forth. You can see the perspiration flying off of their bodies with every shot. Eli then starts to hammer Owen’s lower body with heavy kicks. Eli grabs Owen and whips him into the ropes and follows. Gonsalves does a handspring and bounces back from the ropes and up catching Eli with “Genesis Supernova” (Handspring Cutter). Gonsalves goes for the cover but Eli kicks out at two. The crowd is wild and Owen is feeling confident. He pulls Eli up to his feet and grabs hold of his wrist. Gonsalves positions Carlson the way he wants him and then goes for the “Darkest Lariat” (wristlock short arm lariat) but Eli ducks it and breaks free. As Owen turns around Eli is ready and connects with “Your Coronation” (Pele kick). Gonsalves goes down hard and Eli makes the cover and gets the three count. The crowd is on their feet for the encounter and chants for both men start up again. The two men share a nod of respect before Eli drops down from the apron and makes his way to the back.
Winner: Eli Carlson
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The cameras pick up in the backstage area the fans here in Pittsburgh are ecstatic for more Spirit and Pride Wrestling after a phenomenal opener between Eli and Owen that lived right up to the hype around it. The fans here in the Palumbo Center can be heard cheering loudly as the camera focuses in on backstage correspondent Yasmeen Sherazi. She has a huge smile on her face as she waits for the roar of the SAP crowd to die down, enough for her to be heard.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Well Pittsburgh my guest for this evening will be competing shortly in SAP’s Infamous Ten Person Tag Match… Ladies and Gentlemen. Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally walks into the frame of the camera. He has a big smile on his face as he adjusts the festive reindeer antlers on his head. He has a clipboard in his hands as the crowd holds the long “E” sound as much as they can. He nods over to Yasmeen, who smiles back at him ready to get this interview underway.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Good evening Wally… You sure look like you’re in the holiday spirit.
Wally Lee: Yas, tis the season… It is the season of giving, and I figured that there’s nothing better thing to give this year… Than to give Pittsburgh the lingering visual of seeing Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally Lee: … of seeing Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally Lee: Damn these guys are loud as hell tonight… But that’s perfect, because they can crank that volume up when they see me beat the hell outta five other jabronis in just a matter of mere moments! You know there’s a ton of other wrestlers who’d be pissed off that they have to share the ring. They'd be moping and crying and bitching on social media about how they deserve whatever kinda spotlight they're begging for.
Not I... No way. See I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy. I see the positives in almost everything. The positive of tonight is that for the first time I get to take the fight an show it off in the Steel City! There's nothing flashy about this town, this is gritty, punch-you-in-tha-fuckin mouth, blue collar, part of America that I love... See Yaz, just like these people I don't take days off and I don't complain about what's being thrown my way. I get up, and I answer the goddamn bell every time... Cause this Delaware boy never ran from a fight in his entire life, and that doesn't change tonight!
The fans are rallying behind him in a bit of cheers. Wally clears his throat a little bit and switches the clipboard from one hand to the other. Yaz's eyes fall to the back of the clipboard before she's overwhelmed by curiosity and asks him-
Yasmeen Sherazi: So what's on the clip board? You got Santa's list there?
Wally Lee: As a matter of fact I do... Being the nice guy I am, I went ahead and decided to help out Kringle sort out the SAP naughty or nice list... You're safe by the way Yaz, I put in a good word with the big guy for you.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Well thank you Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally shakes his head smiling, as he and Yasmeen pause for a second to let the long "E" run its course with the rowdy Pittsburgh crowd. As they calm down Yasmeen brings the microphone back up to her list and moves a side a bit, trying to get a peek for herself.
Wally Lee: Oh don't worry about getting a look... Cause surprise surprise... Everyone on the naughty list happens to be on the other team in my match tonight... So without further ado...
Wally, holds the clipboard under his arm for a second. He takes some time to fish out a pair of reading glasses from the pocket of his wrestling overall shorts. He clears his throat loudly before placing the readers on the edge of his nose. He pulls the list up, holding its back to the camera.
Wally Lee: Lets see here... Ah! Jacob Evans... Naughty! You get a lump of coal... Ummm Jaser Cruz... Naughty! You get to cruise your way into an asswhuppin' tonight. Next up... Oh here's someone who's used to getting their sticking stuffed year round... Malaya Diyosa... Addendum... I think she was supposed to be on the Ho Ho Hoes list... Regardless, NAUGHTY! You get my boot across your face. Luca Di Paolo and Adolfo... NAUGHTY! You guys get the grand prize of being the least memorable members of your team! Congrats! Ohhhhhhhh bonus gift! You two are still getting punched in the fucking mouth by me! Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally Lee: Happy fucking Holidays Pittsburgh! Now let's go eat som- damn... I mean beat some ass!
Wally flings the clipboard towards the camera. The papers from the board fly and cover over the frame of the camera, as we transition to our next part of tonight's hot show!
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The Infamous Ten Person Tag
Luca Di Paolo, Malaya Diyosa, Jaser Cruz, Adolfo Santana, Jacob Evans vs. Bloody Mary, Wally Lee, Stone Hendrix, Xander Salvitor, Raven Monetta
As the match begins Bloody Mary stands ready in the ring. Luca goes to start for his team but quickly becomes apprehensive. Jaser tells him to just go start the match. Luca walks to the middle of the ring and just as they are about to lock up Luca walks back to his corner and tags in Jaser. When Jaser asks what it’s about Luca says he doesn’t want to get dirty touching her. Jaser then rushes right into the ring but Mary’s been waiting long enough and starts attacking Cruz. She lays some hard strikes onto Jaser before whipping him into her corner. She connects with some shoulder thrusts to the gut before tagging in Raven Monetta. Raven lands a few shots before driving a knee into the stomach of Cruz. Raven’s limited move set became apparent as Cruz was able to work her over and get back to his corner where he tagged in Malaya. Diyosa came in and looked to be annoyed with Raven from the beginning as she landed some clubs to the back. Raven fights back and lands some forearms. Raven drops Malaya to the mat with a drop toe hold and makes her way to her corner and tags in Xander. Malaya gets up holding her face angry at Raven for dropping her on it. Xander feels the brunt of this anger as Malaya releases her frustrations on him before sending him to the mat with a snap ddt. She then heads to her corner and tags in Adolfo. The Truth comes in and quickly gets to work. Adolfo and Xander have a fun lucha exchange that gets the crowd cheering before they each tag in Jacob and Stone. Stone comes in and takes an almost immediate advantage over Evans and hits a number of moves in succession. Evans even gets on his knees and begs Stone off. The referee gets distracted as Malaya and Raven begin to brawl on the outside. Jacob uses this to his advantage and lands a low blow on Stone. Evans then goes to tag in Luca but he drops from the apron saying that this match is below him and starts to walk to the back. Stone made it far enough to his corner for Wally to tag in. Lee wasted no time for as soon as Evans turned around he was hit with “Bomb Voyage” (Standing Sitout Shiranui). Wally got the cover and the win for his team.
Winners: Bloody Mary, Wally Lee, Stone Hendrix, Xander Salvitor, Raven Monetta
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Oliver Overton is standing in the gorilla position waiting to make his entrance when his tag partner Iris Hawthorne walks up to him.
Iris Hawthorne: You ready Olly?
Olly nods his head.
Olly Overton: I was born ready.
Iris shakes her head.
Iris: Being cocky can hurt you.
Olly: That’s true if I was cocky. I’m confident that I’m going to perform at my very best.
Iris: Good.
They fist bump as Iris turns to walk away.
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Charlie Reed vs. Oliver Overton
The bell rang and the two men locked up. Charlie tried to use his technical base as way to keep Oliver grounded but Overton used his veteran savvy to work his way back to his feet. Overton heads for the ropes but Reed had it read an caught him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Reed quickly went for a cover but Overton kicked out. Reed tried to grab Olly to place him in a submission but Overton managed to break free. Both men were back up to their feet. Reed caught Olly with a boot and then headed for the ropes. Charlie attempted a lariat but Overton hooked the arm and spun him connecting with a half nelson suplex. Reed looked stunned and dazed for a moment. He got to his feet holding the back of his neck and turned around right in time to catch a spear from Overton. Olly quickly headed to the top rope and landed the “Raisin Rainbow” (frog splash) and got the three count.
Winner: Oliver Overton
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The cameras reveal the audience in their seats in the Palumbo Center showing their signs and appreciating the action for the night. Spirit And Pride Wrestling always brings the best talent they have to offer and put on consistent amazing matches for the loyal fans to preach for years to come. As the camera returns to the interior of the ring, Isabelle Van Der Belton stands in the center with a microphone held under her chin.
Isabelle Van Der Belton: “Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing your new SAP X Champion, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!”
“Relentless” by New Years Day plays around the interior of the arena with the combination of great cheers along with positive reactions from the sold out center. Andre Holmes walks out with the X championship belt hung over his right shoulder in his grasp dressed in his in-ring attire while having that leather black hoodie over his head. He stands in front of the black curtains smiling to the audience members graciously for being his supporters.
Walking down to the ring, he shakes his hands with fans behind the barricades then climbs up the steel steps. He walks down the apron then stands refuge on the middle rope outside the ring holding the X championship belt high in his right hand. Andre hops over the top rope, lands inside the ring then gently takes the microphone away from Isabella who leaves the ring. Silence overcomes before the crowd lets their chants of his name be known to the entire world. Andre raises his microphone up to his lips while holding the belt over his right shoulder tight.
Andre Holmes: “There’s a lot of things I am proud of in life. Becoming a father to four beautiful children, marrying my best friend, continuously building a successful career in professional wrestling but also becoming the new Spirit And Pride Wrestling X Champion.”
A giant smile emerges on his face and so does the rest of the audience. Andre’s feeling right at home especially with the championship around his right shoulder. He continues with his thoughts after the crowd ceases in their noise.
Andre Holmes: “In only four matches, I have acquired one of the hottest championships in this promotions against all three former champions and a Boogeyman. Don’t ask me. I don’t make the matches, I just fight and kick ass. I promise each and every one of you in this vicinity right now that this beloved title will not be leaving my waist until I say it does!
Which brings me to my opponent tonight, Heidi Thompson. She can say how she’s going to get her title back, she’s going to be a two-time X Champion but the last time I checked, she was only champion for two days. She’s been here longer than I am and in the span of three matches, I done what she did and that’s already have a better reign than she can ever imagine.
Do I think she’s a threat? No. I’ve seen what she can do and all she does is run her mouth while hiding behind Wally Lee’s obsession with her. Tonight I’m walking out of our match with the X Championship belt and I’ll gladly rub it in her face. Heidi, I hope you’re ready because if you aren’t, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I’m standing over you as your superior!”
Once again, another positive reaction with a short negative piece due to the Heidi Thompson's fans not appreciating those words. Andre shrugs his shoulders and walks around the ring while speaking into the microphone.
Andre Holmes: “Speaking of opponents, there happens to be one I’m very interested especially after hearing her story out from Titty Baby. She’s made mistakes as much as we all have. She’s done thing she’s not proud of and more importantly, she’s making better decisions to bounce back from all those mistakes. Well guess what? Our general manager may not have confidence in her but I do and I think you all agree with me right?!”
A huge uproar from the fans is the best response possible. Andre chuckles then nods his head.
Andre Holmes: “Well, I am a man who values determination and the will to be an honorable warrior. Screw it, Jessica Nitoh! The champion demands you now!”
The fans rise from their seats in hopes of seeing her and hearing from her. Outside of wrestling matches, Jessica doesn't make her presence known in the ring, at least not in recent times. However, “Plane to Spain” by Basshunter resonates from the PA system and the fans cheer aloud as “The Paladin” Jessica Nitoh emerges onto the stage in her ring attire. She looks ready for war, and all things considering, her mindset is focused. To some slight disappointment she is not accompanied by her manager Victor Mason, but the fans continue to support her as she makes her way down the ramp and tags a few fans along the way. She enters the ring between the middle and bottom ropes and reaches out when an official hands her a microphone. She takes a deep breath as her music begins to fade and she leans on the opposite corner. She speaks into the microphone while keeping a respectful distance from Andre.
Jessica Nitoh: “It's… been awhile since I've done this.”
She gestures to herself, then to the ring itself, and then spreads her arms out to the audience. There’s positive encouragement from the fans as she clears her throat and continues.
Jessica Nitoh: “You'll have to excuse my articulation if I mess up. I've grown accustomed to performing in the ring, but talking, especially with someone else in the ring, that's not something I'm proficient with despite my charisma ability score being an 18.”
Some of the nerdier fans respond positively to her words and she can't help but grin.
Jessica Nitoh: “But this isn't about a game. This is professional wrestling and I hold this career above my gaming one, believe it or not. Two weeks ago, I openly admitted my wrongs and confessed my emotional compromise. I apologized to Mr. Avery Quinn and Spirit in Pride. I was genuine and honest in my efforts. Victor's been teaching me proper etiquette and business logic. As someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, it's not easy making the changes. I'm not going to transform overnight, but I'm doing my best…”
Her slight awkwardness and lack of comfort in the business dress she wore were clear before and during her meeting with Avery. Still, Jessica did present herself to the best of her ability. She shakes her head and sighs.
Jessica Nitoh: “With that said, I met the winning condition Mr. Quinn presented. I defeated an amazingly talented wrestler in Mark Storm and rightfully earned a shot at your X Championship. I'm not sure why you're not defending the title against me tonight, but… no, actually, I do know why. There's a set of cross hairs on my head and the finger on the trigger is ready to pull at any given second. Our new general manager Ms. Marniceau hates me. Our new boss Mr. Quinn still shares his disdain towards me. I deserve it. I'm sorry I messed up, I'm only human. Humans are imperfect and I accept my imperfections. I even accept the consequences for my actions. I don't, however, believe that I deserve to be treated like absolute garbage. I don't deserve to be underestimated or publicly humiliated for an honest mistake. I don't deserve to be directly and indirectly called a slut, despite the fact that my relationship history really isn't that bad compared to so many people in this industry… but I digress.”
Through this, her body language has become tense and her focus sharpened. She looks Andre in the eye with determination and she speaks again.
Jessica Nitoh: “I've been double booked before. I know what it's like to wrestle two or more matches on the same night. If you're game, we can have our rightful title match later tonight. Nothing against Nora Harris, she's a nice lady and a good wrestler, but I believe I can defeat her. I have the utmost confidence in your ability to defend your title against Heidi. Or… we can throw down right here, right now.”
The passion exuberating from this woman catches Andre off guard as he’s leaned up against the turnbuckles in a nonchalant pose in his stance. Obviously the audience shares her thoughts with their ever so loud cheers raining down from the heavens above. Before Andre could rebuttal her statements, he’s rudely interrupted with chants of Jessica’s name which clearly puts a smile on her face. Andre paces around, holds the microphone up to his lips and shares his thoughts.
Andre Holmes: “Listen, Jessica. I know what it’s like to make mistakes and try to correct them. As much as our general manager may not share your sentiment, I do. I know what it’s like to do terrible things all for our loved ones and in the end, lose trust, respect and the valued support of our fans. It’s the worst thing ever and if I tried to correct those mistakes so early in my career, I wouldn’t be such a prick 24/7.
On the other hand, I admire you. You’re a woman who is fighting with everything she has every time she steps into this ring-”
Once again, the crowd interrupts Andre; Both look around towards the fans applauding the sportsmanship between the two. Andre smiles and continues his speech.
Andre Holmes: “What I’m trying to say is that I’m honored to face you. You know what? If the general manager herself won’t give you the match, I will! I don’t care about what anyone says about you, you EARNED your shot when you defeated Mark Storm. I’m the X Champion! I answer every and all challenges and if I have to do two championship matches, SO BE IT! BRING A REFEREE DOWN HERE NOW!!!”
Jessica and Andre both stand in their respective corners and the audience is absolutely euphoric! Every fan is on their seat after they thought their great match would be denied tonight. It seems everyone in this arena is suddenly overwhelmed with passion and energy until…
“Ladies all across the world, listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you with me, let me see your hands, stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women, salute, salute”
“Salute” by Little Mix blasts through the speakers as the posh and sophisticated Marisol Marniceau makes her way out into sight with an unfavorable frown showing on her flawless face. The audience receives her with a mixture of cheers and jeers while watching her slowly make her way towards the ring to her employees while rising a hand into the air.
Marisol Marniceau: “Please cut the music… now what do we have here? I do not remember you two being booked in a match to face off against one another tonight but per usual… the talent believes the talent can do whatever they wish to.”
A brief pause as she carefully steps onto the stairs and is very careful when she steps onto the apron to enter the ring. Brushing down the front of her lavender Jackie O dress with the matching gabardine jacket, she slowly makes her way towards the two.
Marisol Marniceau: “Did you two… simply not understand what I said at the last show and what I have stated on that social media site? I am in charge HERE, the Spirit and Pride Wrestling talent do NOT make the rules around here. I guess I was not clear enough.. Shall I show you how much I am not to be disrespected? Shall I punish you both, make you an example to what happens when you cross the boss? I could very well strip you of the title right here and now, Andre.”
Andre’s reaction represents a sassy attitude combined with a screwed up face. The audience in the building boo as loud as they can for her remark but he remains in the corner looking confused. He raises the microphone up to his lips then does a small chuckle.
Andre Holmes: “Okay. It’s nice to see you too.”
The audience laughs to that snarky comment but Andre continues.
Andre Holmes: “My only concern is fighting the best and Jessica Nitoh, in my eyes and the eyes of Spirit and Pride Wrestling, deserves the shot. I don’t mind executing a delusional Heidi Thompson, an egotistical Marlon Cure, a hopeless Wally Lee or anyone else in the division who wants to jump the line. The only way I’m going to let go of this belt is by being beaten in this ring and that won’t happen for a long time!”
He takes a deep breath and pauses in his speech. Andre knew the general manager meant business so he didn’t want to go all out.
Andre Holmes: “So how about we just ask the obvious question because from my point of view, it seems like you don’t want even want Jessica Nitoh to have her shot at all.”
In this heated debate, Jessica folds her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrow, locked onto the general manager with caution and discomfort, and she stands her ground. Andre presents a question that she’d like to know the answer of, but she has a feeling she already knows what it is.
Marisol Marniceau: “One, I do not answer to you so I believe we can be clear right here and now. Two, I can fire you right now within a blink of an eye and make this very title vacant, so keep that in mind for now on. There is no witch hunt against Jessica. I simply do not approve of her disrespecting the company as well as being disrespectful to Avery. Now, Jessica will be getting her title shot as Avery has promised... he never said when though and I do not believe that tonight is the night. If you can not follow orders then maybe you should not represent our company as a champion. Your opponent tonight is Heidi, not Jessica.”
The fans disapprove of the answer and Jessica glances towards them, making note of their booing and jeering of the general manager. With a smirk, she uncrosses her arms and raises her microphone to her lips.
Jessica Nitoh: “And now the audience is pissed off. You really are good at your job, ma’am.”
There’s a hint of sarcasm, but Jessica’s keeping some etiquette in her words. The fans are supportive of her as she presses on without hesitation.
Jessica Nitoh: “You must have heard the fans on the way out here. They were incredibly cheerful for the improvised title match you’re cancelling. I don’t think that’s good for the ratings or the revenue of Spirit and Pride. I’ve made my apologies and I’ve accepted responsibility for my actions. I was genuine, honest, and logical. You’re not going to receive that level of professionalism from some of the roster. You say this isn’t a witch hunt, but everyone knows the truth. I’m at the very top of your hit list and nothing would make you happier than watching me suffer. So you know what? I’ll indulge you and play your little game. If I have to defeat every single competitor for the X Division to finally, rightfully receive my title shot, then so be it. Throw down the gauntlet!”
Immediately the fans respond with a burst of loud cheers for the Paladin. Some would say it’s brave, others foolish, but Jessica means business and she’s not going to back down.
Marisol Marniceau: “Jessica.. I understand the photos you post on social media with your derriere tooted all out for likes to build up your self esteem is a big ego boost for you but please understand that you are no Rachel Redding. And I am not a Laroux so I won't cater to your whims. We did not put a card together so you two can come out and try to mess up our show. With the new signee making her debut tonight? I GUARANTEE if I were to fire you two right now? The crowd would be upset for a bit and then forget about it.”
Marisol looks Jessica up and down with a smirk.
Marisol Marniceau: “Seems like I'm more better at my job than you are because you're the one going around sobbing and begging for title opportunities. I am sorry your photos can not help you out with that, right? Everyone knows the truth, your co workers cosigned publicly about how all you do is whine. And now you're out here making a fool of yourself… again.”
There’s a slight roll of Jessica’s eyes as the fans continue to boo Marisol. She casually waves the microphone back and forth, looks towards Andre with a shrug, and she climbs up to sit on the top turnbuckle. She lifts her left leg and rests her ankle over her right knee, a contemplative position before she raises the microphone to her lips. The fans quiet down and allow her to speak.
Jessica Nitoh: “I really don’t think my photo gallery is provocative. I’m not sharing nude or oversexualized photos. There’s nothing beyond PG-13… Still, it’s funny that you pay so much attention to my bubbly assets. Sorry ma’am, I’m going to have to turn down your advancements, but I’m flattered, really!”
This draws a good laugh from the audience and more of a positive reception for Jessica.
Jessica Nitoh: “I’m not interested in being a cheating, deceptive, soulless bitch. I’m not going to fade among the masses of arrogant and haughty wrestlers with no originality or creativity. I’m not a coward who hides behind authoritative powers and unrealistic threats. I’ll never claim to be a queen, a goddess, or some higher deity. I’m just a kid from Queens.”
The reference is clear to the nerdy fans as they cheer on. Jessica lowers her left leg and hops down from the top of the corner, microphone still in hand while she gestures to Andre with her free hand.
Jessica Nitoh: “When the time comes for Andre Holmes and I to wrestle for the Spirit and Pride X Championship, it will be a top contender for Match of the Year and bring more fans, ratings, and revenue to the company. There’s nothing else to say except… You’re welcome.”
She takes a bow, as a paladin would, and smiles as “Plane to Spain” by Basshunter resonates. The fans cheer and chant for Jessica while she casually exits the ring and throws up a peace sign for the X Champion. Turning around, she jumps over the barricade and leaves ringside through the fans of whom she’s more than happy to interact with on the way out.
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Satsujin & BGTL vs. Zombie Vice Squad & Stacked Deck
There wasn’t much arguing between BGTL about who would start the match for the team but the same couldn't be said about their opponents. ZVS and Stacked Deck couldn’t agree. Judith just ended up yelling at everyone before the bell rang to start the match. Ximena started the match for her squad and the two squared off. Judith started out with some steam but Xi was the one who found her rhythm first. After working her over for a few minutes Xi tagged in Claire. Claire let out a short burst of offense before tagging Xi back in. Satsujin then started to voice their opinion on being left out of the match so far. On the other side of the ring ZVS were screaming at Judith to get back to their corner which had Nancy a bit upset. Xi makes the tag in to Cappadonna. Judith was able to fight of Cappadonna long enough to reach over to make a tag. She was aiming for Nancy but Siberia Zombie tagged herself in. This clearly angered Stacked Deck. Siberia handled Cappadonna fairly well but when Nari was tagged in the powerhouse started to lay it on thick. Ximena called for a tag but Cappadonna told her not to worry about it because the better team was in the ring. Stacked Deck was now yelling at Siberia to make it to their corner for a tag. This is where everything started to break down. The teams turned on themselves. Satsujin and BGTL started to brawl inside of the ring while Zombie Vice Squad and Stacked Deck begin to go at each other on the outside. The referee calls for security and the melee is broken up.
Winners: No contest
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The scene opens up showing Tyson Braddock sitting in a chair looking aggravated. Soon Avery Quinn walks around him. Quinn is also seen wearing a sour face. Avery walks over to his desk and takes a seat.
Avery: I want you to know that I was going to fire you. I was more than happy to send your ass out there on the street. Trust me, no one knows what happens on these streets better than me. It would have been magnificent to watch them devour you. Marisol on the other hand thought that it would be a better idea to punish you. To get everything out of you we can and then send you packing. So she arranged a match for you tonight. You’re going to face one hall of Hell is Waiting, Masaru Inoue. I’ve heard he’s looking for blood. Something about a sword. I’m not sure.
Quinn waves his hand in the air for theatrics.
Avery: Either way that match is happening, and it’s next. You better get out there.
Tyson just lets out a growl before standing up and leaving Avery’s office, slamming the door behind him.
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Masaru Inoue vs. Tyson Braddock
Masaru had a wide smile on his face while Tyson looked to be full of fury. As soon as the bell rang Braddock was sprinting across the ring and caught Maz with a hard corner lariat. Tyson kept hitting lariats before he backed up and charged in again. This time Inoue saw him coming and caught him with a hard kick to the stomach that sent Tyson right down to a seated position. Inoue isn’t playing and immediately connects with “Kill Shot” (shin kick to the neck). Masaru goes for the cover but as the ref is about to count three a man slides into the ring and drops a knee on to the back of Inoue’s head. The man then pulls Masaru up and lands a Gotch style piledriver. Tyson is coming too and then joins in on the assault. They throw out a number of stomps before Tyson drops to the mat and unleashes a series of punches. Security soon rushes to the ring and separates the bunch. They send Tyson and his friend to the back while they check on Masaru.
Winner: Masaru Inoue by DQ
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Phoenix Quagliaterre is in an extremely good mood as she wears Brendan Samuels’ infamous black flag like a shawl on her shoulders, the flag flowing gracefully behind her like a cape while Jae-Yun Sun walks beside her, giving her the most glaring evil eye he could muster while the duo walk the halls backstage. Tiphany Banks-Carisi and Reiko Aguilar stalk Phoenix from behind, peering behind corners watching her head down the hallway as Tiphany elbows Reiko and whispers.
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: See…. I TOLD you that it was spiked!
Reiko Aguilar: Look… I didnt know. She downed both them thermoses too… you see how big they were? She’s far gone. What we gonna do?
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: What do you mean what are we going to do?? I’m calling plausible deniability on this one.
Reiko Aguilar: Shit, me too.
The two then turn and jet down the hallway in the opposite direction while Phoenix whistles happily, being stopped by Jasmine Bishop.
Jasmine Bishop: Hey, I’ve actually got a question for you before I head to pick up these files. How do you do it?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Do… what??
The poor Investor is so confused, her drunk mind on really getting more of that spiked eggnog.
Jasmine Bishop: How do you put up with the disrespect from the employees? Ms. Marniceau is already getting tired of it.
Phoenix pffts before laughing out with pure amusement.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: It is rare when disrespect is shot my way. I get your boss probably isn't liking the disrespect she’s getting but she’s the boss, they not. She keeps putting her foot down then all should be well.
Jasmine Bishop: And if they continue the disrespect…??
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Hell then just send them to me then, now if you’ll excuse me.
She grows impatient with this conversation, wanting more eggnog while Jae-Yun glares at Phoenix as he follows her down the hall away from an appalled Jasmine. Jae-Yun waits until they reach the end of the hallway before he grabs Phoenix by the arm and leads her around the corner.
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The screen goes black.
Not the lights in the arena turning off or something like that, no. The entire broadcast of this wrestling
program goes black for a couple of seconds. With a couple of blinks of white of the television something is still taking place, a second later and a couple of shots of an army of men in black ski masks can be seen inter-spliced within the black screen, along with shots of the tag team champions the Hostile Takeover as the opening notes of “Body Count’s in the House” by Body Count begins to play. The feed to the show suddenly comes back with the police sirens blaring loudly and standing on the entrance ramp is none other than the Hostile Takeover bathed in white light as the rest of the arena remains in complete darkness.
Brody Lee Prince is wearing a black shirt, trunks and his black stetson hat over his menacing gaze. Next to him is the shorter, but wider Magnus Brutus who drops the last of a cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. However, in front of both of them is none other than Christopher J. Wrigley. Wrigley is wearing his standard navy blue suit with a bright colored tie, and holds in his arms his briefcase full of goodies. The three of them begin to make their way to the ring, the entire Palumbo Center in Pittsburgh seems to be aghast as they head into the ring. Wrigley is given a microphone as the music comes to an end.
WRIGLEY: “Do not adjust your television sets… wait, this place has a television deal right? We’re not out here just for this crowd are we? Either way, do not adjust your television sets or think that you’ve time traveled in your busted ass car out there in the parking lot. This is not December 13th, and this is not Adrenaline that you’ve somehow shown up to Pittsburgh.
We are in fact the Hostile Takeover and we have in fact shown up willingly to SAP!”
A crowdful of boos begin to reign down upon Chris Wrigley.
WRIGLEY: “The man to my right is none other than Brody Lee Prince, he is the owner of the most deadly lariats in all of professional wrestling, and has knocked the teeth out of the skulls of some of the biggest names in all of the business! The man to my left is none other than Magnus Brutus, he is an unstoppable carnage machine the likes of which the world has not seen since King Kong himself! These two men have captured the biggest prize in all of wrestling and now… now they look outside of their cages to find some more.
Which brings us here… to this place.”
Wrigley pauses and walks around the ring a little bit more taking in the crowd.
WRIGLEY: “By the way, to the Board of Directors or whatever the hell you’re calling yourselves these days. You are going to have to make this entrance way a little bit wider if we’re going to stick around because these window lickers sitting up the ramp can nearly reach out and touch me.
And if they do touch me! I’m going to sue their asses and yours for letting them get their mongoloid paws on me!
The other thing I have to say to you all in the back is real simple… we’re here for one reason and one reason only. To further cement ourselves as the greatest tag team in all of professional wrestling today. Don’t like that statement? Come on out and show us what you’ve got, show us what you’re made of, because these two men are nothing less than monsters willing to destroy anything that gets in their way. They are blunt instruments of destruction the likes of which you have never tangled with.”
Wrigley pauses and finds the hard camera to which he points his finger towards and leans about as close as possible towards from the ring.
WRIGLEY: “And just to give you all a little taste of what you’re in for, go ahead and tune into Showtime five days from now and see us in action on everyone’s favorite wrestling show Adrenaline and watch your future tag team champions crush another pair of hopefuls into pieces.
See you all really soon.”
Wrigley drops the microphone right there in the middle of the ring and Body Count plays them off as the trio begin to make their way out of the Palumbo Center. Wrigley swats away every and any person’s hand that attempts to reach out and touch him on the way out.
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Jessica Nitoh vs. Nora Harris
The bell rang and Jess bounced herself off the ropes and circled around Nora. Nitoh went to lock up with Harris but Nora took her over with an arm drag and followed it up by barring the arm. Jess tried to fight away for a minute before composing herself. She lifted herself into a bridge. Nitoh then pushed off with her legs and landed on her feet. She stood up and then pulled Nora up and sent her to the mat with a suplex. Harris rolled right back to her feet and hit the ropes. Nitoh swung a kick but Nora ducked it and then rebounded off of the ropes and took Nitoh to the mat with a headscissors takedown. Jess got to a knee and Nora was already coming. Harris attempted a kick of her own that Jess snuck under. Nitoh then darted for the ropes and leapt up and hit Nora with a springboard moonsault. Jess went for the cover but Nora kicked out. Nitoh got back to her feet. She took a moment to think and then headed for the ropes. Nora got up and as Jess was coming towards her she rolled forward evading Nitoh. Nora then leapt up and hit a backflip kick that caught Jess in the back of the head. Jess dropped to a knee and Nora took advantage of it and caught her with a hard bulldog. Jess looked dazed and Nora was taking her shot. Harris pulled her up and didn’t waste anytime connecting with “Code of Silence” (fall away DDT style move with spinning impact). Nora went for the cover and got the three count.
Winner: Nora Harris
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Marisol Marniceau is smirking at the television screen inside of her office while watching the aftermath of Nora defeating Jessica. She gives a nonchalant sweep of her hair from her shoulders as her assistant Jasmine Bishop looks on with a mild shake of her head.
Jasmine Bishop: Homegirl talked all that mess earlier just to lose her match… but she’s such a big deal around here, huh? She cant even respond to verbal insults directed at her on twitter but acting as if she’s lil miss badass. Psh, please.
Marisol Marniceau: I was insulted when she acted as if I wanted her in a… romantic fashion. I do not like my romantic partners weak nor am I interested in women. She isn’t even a woman, she is a girl… a timid, whiny girl whose bark is loud but her bite is harmless. I told them all that I was here to smooth things out. And she can only ride that “i helped take out Hellfire Club” train for so long, especially since the others that helped rid Hellfire Club were the ones that mattered to everyone.
Jasmine Bishop: Don’t let her get under your skin. Trust trust truuuuust when I say that I’ll find some dirt on her to bring Sailor Moon to her knees. I bet she wont be talkin all big and bad embarrassing you after I expose her for what she really is.
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Brandon Banks vs. Vince Steel
Brandon Banks was coming to the ring first playing to the crowd. He slaps the hands of a few fans and has a smile on his face but that smile soon disappears as Vince Steel comes running out from behind him and blasts him with a lariat to the back of the head. Banks hits the ground hard and that’s just the start. Steel pulls Banks up by the hair and drags him towards the ring. Banks tries to fight back for a few moments but Steel just starts hammering fists on the body of Banks. Vince then throws Banks body at the ring apron. Steel calls for Brandon to get up with he somehow does despite the crowd telling him not too. Steel puts a boot to the gut of Banks before grabbing him by the hair again. Steel whips Banks back and he hits the apron back of the neck first. Banks rolls on the ground holding his neck. Steel still doesn’t relent as he pulls Banks back up and then grabs him by the throat. Vince then chokeslams Banks onto the ring steps. Steel seems satisfied as he turns and heads back towards the ramp. Along the way the medical staff is running the other way to check on Brandon Banks.
Winner: No Contest
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Backstage after her match against Jessica Nitoh the cameras find Nora Harris coming out of the locker area cleaned up and dressed in a sweatshirt large enough to probably be Aiden’s and a pair of yoga pants with her favorite sneakers on her feet. She seems not just refreshed but excited as well, the reason for the wide beaming smile on her face is standing just down the hall as he patiently waits for her. The man is 6’3”, obviously older but standing straight despite his apparent age, a large dark grey peacoat on over his crisply ironed pants and his shoes were shined to a high polish. There were a few whispers going around among the backstage crew, people who thought they might recognize the man, but he ignores them all. He turns to see Nora approaching and a smile cracks his dour expression, making him seem almost approachable. Nora for her part almost skips as she comes in close and gives the man a quick hug.
Nora Harris: Coach!! You’re here, I didn’t know if you’d make it.
The man’s expression returns to a far more normal for him one, but there’s a sense of indulgence in his tone.
Erlich Böhmer: Of course I did. I was curious to see how my latest student was doing out here in the wide world. My… sort of granddaughter works here as well, plenty to keep my attention.
Nora’s eyes go wide as she takes in what he said and she looks around, trying to see if anyone else was waiting to talk to him.
Nora Harris: Really? Who is she?
He chuckles slightly, and brushes a bit of lint from his expensive coat before answering.
Erlich Böhmer: You know who it is, she’s already gotten herself a title. The dark haired one, the one that Aurora calls daughter.
Nora blinks and for a moment her shoulders seem to slump just a little.
Nora Harris: So you’re really just here to watch how she wrestles?
He shakes his head, and gently pats her small shoulder with his big hand.
Erlich Böhmer: Family is very important, little Fee, but never think that I don’t care about what you’re doing. You reflect back upon me, and I know that I made the right choice when I picked you over your brother Adam.
This seems to perk Nora up considerably and she nods quickly before hugging him again.
Nora Harris: I swear I’ll never make you regret it! We’ll see you later at IHOP right?
She grins and then skips off to find Aiden, and never sees that she’s being watched from the shadows by the very girl that she had been talking about, Ashley watching her as she leaves before stepping out of the shadows herself.
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X Championship Match[/u]
Andre Holmes © vs. Heidi Thompson
The bell rang and the two met in the middle of the ring. Andre lead with a hand looking for some kind of lock up but that never came as Heidi just slapped the taste out of his mouth instead. Andre backed up a few steps and then rubbed his jaw before entering back into the fight. Heidi charges forward again and this time is sent to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Holmes moves to side control and starts to look for a kimura but Heidi gets a foot under the bottom rope. Holmes gives a clean break and Heidi gets back to her feet. Holmes comes in this time looking for a bicycle knee but Thompson kicks out his other leg sending him face first into the mat. Heidi jumps onto the back of Andre and grapevines him along the waist. She then starts looking for a sleeper hold while Andre is doing his best to defend it. Heidi seems to have sunk it in and Andre rolls to his back. He pushes up taking the pressure off as he reaches over and grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break and Heidi lets go. As Andre starts to get up Heidi goes for “Mass Effect” (superkick to kneeling opponent) but Andre evades it and then throws Thompson up on his shoulders and connects with “Holmes on the Range” (death valley driver onto knee). Andre then stalks Heidi and waits for her to get up to a knee and then connects with “Thrust Kick" (Superkick while the opponent is kneeled). Andre makes the cover and gets the three count.
Winner: Andre Holmes
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A small camera shows Desiree Jenkins prepping herself for her well deserved title opportunity.
Desiree Jenkins: Tonight is very important for me. It’s my chance to win gold and shut those who doubt me up. For months, I have been through it all and yet people still question my heart.
Desiree closes the metal door on her locker and starts moving around the room. Her left hand picks up her ring jacket.
Desiree Jenkins: Those questions stop as I step up to take on Ashley. One on one, I’ve lost a total of twice since my debut. That’s got to burn everyone up since I’ve been consistent. That North Atlantic Championship will be mine by the end of the night.
Desy slings her jacket onto her shoulders while smiling at the camera. She blows it a kiss before stepping out of the shot.
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Genevie Carlson vs. Celeste
The bell rang and the crowd was pumped as it was clear these two have no love between them. The two locked up and Genie quickly placed Celeste in a headlock and started firing away punches. Celeste tried to pull her head free but Carlson wasn’t going to let that happen anytime soon. Celeste then planted her feet and took Genevie over with a back suplex. The jarring of the landing made Carlson let go and Celeste quickly got to her feet. Genie wasn’t far behind but ended up getting caught with a few forearms by Celeste before being whipped into the ropes. Genie hooked her arms catching her on the ropes but Celeste was expecting her and threw a dropkick. As Celeste landed on the mat Genie bounced off of the ropes and then landed with a running elbow drop right onto the back of Celeste. Genie then drove a knee into the back of Celeste and pulled back on her chin. Celeste yelled out in pain but managed to pull herself to the ropes. Genie refuses to break the hold and the referee begins to count. She lets go right before he says five but then locks right back into the hold causing the referee to count again. Genie finally lets go and then gets to her feet. She pulls up Celeste who is holding her back. Genie goes for a suplex but Celeste slides down her back and heads for the ropes. This time Celeste hits her move and takes Carlson to the mat with a sling blade. Celeste doesn’t give Genie much time to recover as she pulls her back up and delivers a brutal brainbuster. Celeste goes for the cover but Genie kicks out at two and a half. Celeste has the crowd fully behind her and she pulls her up. Celeste goes for another brainbuster but this time Genie slides down the back of Celeste and rakes her eyes on the way down. Celeste grabs at her eyes which allows Genie to connect with “Killing You Hoes” (Banks Statement). Genie wrenches hard on the lock and Celeste has no choice but to submit. However Carlson doesn’t let the hold go. The referee starts screaming for her to let go but she doesn’t budge. A chant for CJ starts but the camera then switches to a shot of backstage where we see Eli Carlson has CJ Cross pressed against a wall with his foot in his throat. Eli then drops to the ground and starts firing punches on CJ. The camera goes back to the ring where Genie still won’t let go. Finally security is sent out to the ring and pulls Carlson off of Celeste. Medical then makes its way into the ring to check on Celeste.
Winner: Genevie Carlson
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The scene opens up showing the newly crowned SAP North Atlantic Champion, Ashley Maldano standing backstage. She’s dressed in her newly shown off ring gear as flaunted on Twitter, smirking proudly and cheesey with her newly polished belt on her shoulder. As she looks into the cameras, she grits her teeth before speaking.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Well well well...look and see what is standing right before your very eyes. The South Side Slugger standing before you is FINALLY the North Atlantic Champion. Did any of ya’ll honestly expect that?
She laughs out loudly shaking her head hearing the boos and jeers coming from the fans. Without hesitation, Ashley looks down at her belt with a grin.
ASHLEY MALDANO: You all thought Felix had this on LOCK but look. LOOK WHAT I DID! I dethroned the FORMER FACE of SAP right before your very eyes! You all should be on ya hands and knees PRAISING me because I allowed you all to have such a high quality match to be entertained by! You all entered the world of SLAAAASH taking over the entire North Atlantic bracket! I had warned each and every one of you that I was the future of this industry and I was going to be a name to look out for and here we are...on our way to exactly what I said was going to happen.
Ashley gloats before rubbing her hand on her championship, nodding her head.
ASHLEY MALDANO: As our new champion I will do our former champion pride. Why? Because I respect the hell out of that man...which is more I can say for most of you watching. He showed he had a unique sense of care for this prize, which is respectable. But I am going to do this belt and bracket better than Felix did. I am going to make this division MINE...I mean...it already is isn’t it?
Her crimson smile spreads across her face like the chesire cat as she licks her lips making eye contact with the camera lens, before tilting her head down to face her belt. She didn’t change her facial expression, but instead got more confident and passionate with each intense word spoken.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Take a look at my pathetic joke of a competitor tonight. She probably can’t even tell the difference between her head and ass and she’s supposed to be in the running for this? Are you kidding me?? THIS SHIIIT IS FUNNY!
Ashley busts out in laughing as she stomps her foot on the ground, her combat boot sounding loud as she can’t help herself as she laughs.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Desiree Jenkins is the biggest piece of trash there is on this roster...and that’s saying a lot considering some of the people that were here...or still here.
She winks, giving a side eye.
ASHLEY MALDANO: This idiot can’t even get the day right of when she’s supposed to be fighting me for THIS and ya’ll think it’s perfectly okay to keep this ho in this match?! That’s straight up rude and disrespectful!
Ashley shakes her head before snatching her belt off her shoulder holding it up in the air. She looks up and shakes her head before spitting at the ground, rubbing her boot over it.
ASHLEY MALDANO: This waste of space with tits is nothing in SAP and will continue to be nothing. Tonight she will get a one night blessing stepping her scary looking ass inside the ring with me. She will get that ass whooping her mom probably should have gave her early on and owe me a thank you letter at the end of it for making her semi famous for one night only. This North Atlantic Championship is about respect and honor and if TRASH like this is gonna show up in my ring and even claim to be a worthy contender for this?
She smirks, shrugging her her shoulders before slapping her hand on her championship.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Then they can kiss my flawless ass and get the throat stomp they rightfully deserve. Desiree, strap in your seat belt good and tight as this ride is gonna be too much for you to handle. Allow me to show you how us south siders exterminate unwanted roaches from our turf.
She smiles proudly, before blowing a kiss to the camera before turning away.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Count your blessings and say your prayers I decide to have a heart tonight and actually allow for you to come back in my ring after this, Dessy. I’ll be seeing you shortly…
Ashley says chillingly as she turns away clutching onto her championship tightly, walking off into the spotlight…
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Great American Title Match[/u]
Rachel Redding (c) vs. Nick Redfield[/b]
Both competitors looked focused as the circled each other at the start of the match. Rachel landed a few jabs to the body as she used her spectacular speed to tag Nick and then keep moving. Nick was starting to look a little frustrated as he was having trouble finding a way to get hold of Rachel. When she comes in again he drops to the mat and sweeps out her legs. Redding crashes to the mat and Redfield is all over it. He dives on top of her and pulls her up for a piledriver. Redding lands hard and looks a little dazed. She rolls over to a spot where one of her legs are under the bottom rope preventing a pin. Nick isn’t having it and grabs the other leg and starts to pull her out. It then seems it was a trap as Rachel spins her body around and grabs Nick’s ankle. She grapevines the leg and takes Redfield to the ground locking Nick in “Trauma Center”. Redfield is in pain but knows he’s in a rough spot and claws his way to the ropes. Redding breaks it and Nick rolls to the outside. Rachel sees this and follows suit. Once on the outside Rachel begins to land her trademark stomps onto a grounded Redfield. As Redding pulls up Nick he shoves her off sending her into the ringpost. Redding slides down the post as she lets out a grimace. Redfield gets to his feet and sees Rachel and sprints catching her with a penalty kick with her back against the steel. Redding looks to be in pain but as Nick looks like he’s going to re-enter the ring she tackles him to the ground. She gets the mount and lands some hard forearms before she gets back to her feet. As she is about to climb up on the apron Redfield now grabs hold of her. Nick spins her around and hooks her for “Taxi Driver” (package piledriver) right on the floor. Nick gets up and slides into the ring. Redding is slow to get up and when she gets her hands on the apron the ref calls for the bell. The referee calls Nick the winner by count out and Redding just shakes her head on the outside. She walks over to the announce table and grabs the Great American Title off of it and starts to walk away. Nick tries to yell something to her but she waves him off.
The crowd in the Palumbo Center is still buzzing after the controversial end to the Great American Championship match. Some of the crowd is chanting nasty words, while there are smatterings of boos. However, some unfamiliar music begins to play over the PA system. The opening guitar riffs of “Champion” by Fall Out Boy echo throughout the arena, leaving the crowd confused.
The lights begin to dim, causing the crowd to become even more confused.
The curtain parts, and a figure backs into view of the camera, a hood over their head to mask their identity.
The music drops out for a second, but when it kicks back in, the figure spins around and tosses the hoodie back to reveal Fujiko Mine!
The sold out crowd’s confusion turns immediately to shock and elation as the place erupts upon seeing the Apex Goddess at an SAP event. Xena emerges from the curtain, towering behind Fujiko like a skyscraper. The former FGA Pride champion beams widely, soaking in the adulation from the crowd as “Champion” continues to play in the background.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Fujiko slaps the hands of those who are near her as she strides towards the ring. Xena, meanwhile, stays stoic as she follows. She hops onto the apron, then looks out at the capacity crowd. She poses on the apron, taking in the deafening crowd’s yells and cheers. She slips through the ropes and calls for a microphone.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Fujiko is handed the microphone as Xena moves into position behind her. The music slowly fades, and Fujiko saunters around the ring for a moment or two. The crowd continues to chant and cheer as Fujiko slowly raises the microphone to her lips. The crowd finally begins to die down, allowing Fujiko to speak.
Fujiko Mine: Spirit and Pride…
The crowd cheers loudly, catching Fujiko a bit by surprise. She recovers with a glowing grin.
Fujiko Mine: ...Your Goddess has arrived.
She can’t do a thing to stop the wide grin as the crowd cheers.
Fujiko Mine: Now, let’s get the elephant in the room out of the way. Phoenix called me a few weeks ago and asked me if I had any interest in coming here. So I took a look at a couple of shows. I watched from the back...avoiding the tabloid reporters and such to keep things under wraps. I even avoided some faces that would recognize me...and I saw people like Aurora Jansen and Masaru Inoue showing up…
The crowd boos.
Fujiko Mine: Even Genie and Eli Carlson…
The crowd boos even more.
Fujiko Mine: And someone like your current Great American champion Rachel Redding, who just lost this match via countout.
The jeers keep coming.
Fujiko Mine: And I thought? That seems like a lot of healthy competition. That seems like a place that Fujiko Mine could see herself a part of. So I told Phe that on December 8th, 2017...Fujiko Mine was coming to Spirit and Pride. And she was coming, for the competition.
Fujiko’s face hardens a bit.
Fujiko Mine: Speaking of your Great American champion..I wanna test this nickname she seems to be walking around with. Big match Rachel? Well, if you want to show everyone that that nickname isn’t just for show?
A slight cock of her eyebrow. Behind her, Xena does the same in a strange bit of synchronicity.
Fujiko Mine: Then your Goddess will be waiting…
She winks, and “Champion” by Fall Out Boy blasts over the PA system. Fujiko tosses the microphone back to the ring announcer. She poses in the ring, allowing to the fans to take photos and cheer before she gets out of the ring and heads to the back again.
Winner: Nick Redfield by count out
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When the scene comes up in the back after her rough match, Celeste is shown up on the trainer’s table getting checked out. The match saw Genevie do all that she could to cheat her way to a win, including a post-match attack which her and Eli orchestrated making sure that CJ could not come and make the save.
Trainer: While you will be sore for the next couple of days, you are going to be okay Celeste. I would like you though to stay here for a moment and rest, I will be back to clear you in a couple minutes. Got it?
Celeste would rather roam the halls and find Genevie and stick her foot up her ass, but she reluctantly agrees.
Celeste: Fine.
The trainer shakes his head a bit knowing how hard it is working with wrestlers. All of them are stubborn as mules. Once he heads out of the room, Celeste reaches up with her left hand and begins to try and rub the knot out of her neck. It was just one of the painful areas of her body at the moment, as she also feels a headache coming on.
CJ: Who in the HELL do those two boneheads think they are!?
After getting free and finally being able to get to Celeste, CJ makes his way into the room and promptly begins to wear a hole in the floor in front of Celeste.
CJ: They think they are funny don't they!? Eli and Genevie have NO idea what can of worms they just opened up!
Celeste: CJ..
Her low tone falls on deaf ears as he continues to do no favors for her sore neck, making her feel like she's watching a tennis match.
CJ: I will let you take care of Genevie, but next time I see Eli, it is going to take the whole SAP roster to tear me off of him!
Celeste: CJ.
Her tone of voice this time was a little louder, but it still falls on deaf ears.
CJ: I will mess up his face so badly that his Mom will not be able to recognize him!
Celeste: CONNER!!!!
He took a lot of what might she had left to yell his name, which this time snaps him out of his zone and stops to focus on his injured girlfriend.
CJ: Oh, I am sorry babe, are you okay?
Celeste sighs a bit knowing she cannot fault him for being mad nor does she really want to yell at him at this moment.
Celeste: Can you hop up behind me and take over rubbing my neck please.
He quickly agrees as he sits up on the bed behind her and begins to use his fingers to try and work the knots out of the area for her.
CJ: I may have went off the deep end, but I meant what I said Celeste, we will get them back for this.
Celeste: Yes we will, and we will figure out a way later CJ, there’s nothing we can really do about it tonight. Right now, I just need you here with me.
CJ: I am not going anywhere.
Part of CJ feels like he let her down not being there for her. He knew it was not his fault as Eli kept him away, but still in a man's mind, he feels like he failed.
Celeste: Good, now keep rubbing.
She tilts her head to the right giving him better access to her neck.
CJ: Yes ma'am!
While the two continue to wait on the trainer to clear her, Celeste relaxes back against her boyfriend as the scene fades away to black.
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North Atlantic Championship Match[/u]
Ashley Maldano vs. Desiree Jenkins[/b]
Ashley looks annoyed with Desiree before the bell even rings. Once it does Desy shows she isn’t joking around and backs Ashley up in the corner and unleashes her “Blond Rage” chop combo. Slashley eats a bunch of them before she pie faces Jenkins off. Desy comes charging back in and Maldano side steps and now drives her into the corner. Ashley starts clubbing away at Jenkins with some hard blows. She then backs up and comes back into the corner hitting Jenkins with an avalanche that has Desy crumbling to the mat. Ashley pulls Desy to the middle of the ring by her hair which gets her some boos. As Maldano pulls Jenkins up Desy shifts her weight and lands a judo throw that takes Maldano down. Desy quickly climbs on top and gets the full mount. Desy starts throwing punches and Ashley sticks her arms up to block them but that’s exactly what Jenkins wanted. Desy grabs and arm and then spins her body locking in a cross armbreaker. Ashley immediately knows this isn’t good and starts rolling. She manages to clasp her hands together to relieve the pressure. Ashley then gets to a base and starts to lift Desiree up into the air. Desiree knows she doesn’t want to be slammed and let’s go landing on her feet. Maldano is quick and throws a roundhouse kick that catches Desiree hard and sends her stumbling. Maldano grabs her and then lifts her up and connects with the “AshFall” (Sitout inverted front powerslam). Maldano goes for the cover and gets the three count.
Winner: Ashley Maldano
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As Desiree Jenkins has just walked behind the curtain and is headed back to her locker room looking upset after her hard fought match she is passed by Luca Di Paolo with Roxanne and Foxanne on each arm.
Luca pauses for a moment and looks Desiree up and down and just laughs before continuing to walk away.
Desiree just looks confused for a moment before she just shakes it off and continues off to her locker room.
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As the scene cuts to backstage, the figure of the reigning SAP National Champion Brendan Samuels can be seen pacing the halls. He is already in his ring gear ahead of his title match with Terrence Tillman, his National title around his waist along with the Twin City Interstate belt over his shoulder. He wears his customary Hawaiian shirt, but is devoid of his traditional Black Flag, having passed that over to Phoenix at the last show. After his exploits elsewhere, along with what occurred at the last SAP broadcast he does not seem in the mood to speak. This is proven as Yasmeen Sherazi appeared, asking questions about his feelings about what happened during his match with Brandon Banks, when Steel and Tillman decided to interfere. He was silent, but not exactly impolite, giving curt nods as he continued on his journey. When asked on his thoughts about the match, he was equally silent, as was he when questioned about the well spoken about back and forth he had over social media with the recently signed Eli Carson. Samuels merely smiled, continuing his pace as he readjusted the belt on his shoulder. He then was asked about the reasoning behind him handing his infamous Black Flag over to Phoenix, which only drew a wider smile. He paused in his steps, tapping his nose as the interviewer looked on confused. Samuels then made a move to walk on further, the interviewer crying out desperately for any answer at all to his questioning. The Kraken grinned once more, those icy blues staring a hole in her.
“Actions not words,” he responded, giving her a tip of his hat as he turned, pacing off into the distance as he attempted to go out and defend his title once more.
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National Championship Match[/u]
Brendan Samuels vs. Terrance Tillman[/b]
As the bell rings the two men meet in the middle. Samuels towers over Tillman but it doesn’t stop Tripple T from talking trash. Tillman then shoved Samuels. Brendan just shook his head and then dropped Tillman with an axe bomber. Tillman scrambles to get back to his feet but Samuels already has a hold of him and lifts him up for a shoulder breaker. Tillman is already starting to look in rough shape as Samuels picks him up again but Triple T gets some separation and drives a knee into the gut of Samuels and follows that up with a dropkick to the knee that drops Samuels down. Terry heads for the ropes and rebounds, Samuels gets to a knee and eats a shining black from Tillman. Samuels hits the mat and Tillman goes for a quick cover but Brendan kicks out right before the two is counted. The two get to their feet and it’s Samuels who strikes first with a boot to the gut before he connects with the “Immram Buster” (slingshot brainbuster). The crowd then begins to make some noise as Vince Steel has come through the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He starts pounding on the apron telling his cousin to get up. Samuels points to Steel and tells him to stay out of this. Tillman sneaks up behind Samuels and connects with a tiger suplex. Terry gets back up and lands a number of stomps on the champ. Tillman then pulls Samuels up and whips him into the corner. Tillman then rushes in but Samuels moves out of the way and Tillman goes through the middle rope and hits the post. Samuels pulls Tillman back through the ropes and connects with a huge release german suplex. Samuels then gets up and heads for the ropes but as he rebounds Steel grabs his legs causing him to crash to the mat. The crowd let’s out a ton of boos as Tillman gets up and then gets to Samuels who was getting to a knee. As he has Samuels up he connects with the “Top-Tier-Takedown” (Leaping Reverse STO). Tillman then heads for the top rope but the crowd lets out a pop this time as Brandon Banks has made his way out from the curtain holding his neck with one hand while pointing at Steel and Tillman with the other. Steel walls around the ring to face Banks. Tillman jumped down from the top rope and then leans over it to yell down at Banks. Samuels has made his way back to his feet. He grabs Tillman from behind and locks him up hitting “Mac Lir” (millennium suplex). Samuels gets the cover and the three count. Steel turns around when he hears the bell thinking that his cousin has picked up the win but is surprised when it’s Samuels he sees getting his hand raised. Steel climbs up on the apron but Banks swoops in and pulls one of Steel’s legs off causing him to land face first on the apron. Banks then slides into the ring. Samuels grabs Tillman and whips him through the middle rope to the outside. The show ends with Samuels and Banks trading words with The Fam.
Winner: Brendan Samuels
Marisol Marniceau: “Is that… what I think it is?”
Aiden grabs the sheet and whips it off revealing a large fifty five gallon drum.
Aiden: Yup, it’s a 55 gallon drum of eggnog. It seemed only fitting right?
She admires it with a small shake of her head, her expression blank and unreadable for a moment before she produces a simple smile.
Marisol Marniceau: “Marvelous! I am sure everyone will get a kick out of this.”
Marisol then takes her leave, having to handle other business while Andre is standing there completely caught off guard by the gigantic jug of eggnog before him looks around frantically. He’s so out of it that his face screws up before even uttering a single word. He gathers his thoughts, takes in a deep breath then begins speaking in a polite tone.
Andre Holmes: “May I ask why did you spend a lot of money…”
Just before he finishes his sentence, his voice booms.
Andre Holmes: “...ON AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIANT JUG OF EGGNOG?!”
?: “Hey Beats by Dre… Inside voice okay?”
Wally Lee emerges from the hallway. He has a small smirk on his face as he walks up the the growing commotion that happening in the back. His eye lock in on the massive keg of nog. He takes a few steps around the keg inspecting it as he softly whistles to himself.
Wally Lee: “Yeah his baby will do just fine… Bet you I can drink this whole damn thing and not even get sick… Probably give me a little buzz too…”
Andre Holmes: “Yeah. That might be the only match you’ll ever win in SAP.”
Andre rolls his eyes and just leaves as Jaser Cruz walks up holding his mouth laughing before playfully hitting Wally
Jaser Cruz:”Damn walè you just gonna take that? Just like how I’m gonna take a bit of this eggnog everyone is screaming about I mean it can’t be that..”
Jaser stops dead in his tracks upon seeing the size of the keg. He looks on confused for a bit before laughing.
Jaser Cruz: Coño man what the hell is this shit? Are you inviting the local shelter in here for all that? Cause if not I got some primo’s that’ll take that outcha hands literally and figuratively.”
Just then Genevie and Elijah Carlson come into frame. Genevie has her arm linked with her husband’s as she clears her throat.
Genevie Carlson: “What in the actual fuck is this?”
She rolled her eyes as she indicated to the giant container of egg nog. Resting her hand on Eli’s chest.
Elijah Carlson: “I heard about this. As the FACE of SAP. I’ll take care of this.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey and moved towards the egg nog ready to dump the contents of the full bottle into it.
Genevie Carlson: “Good thing I’m not much a fan of poor people eggnog. I mean there’s no way SAP could afford the good stuff. Not after signing me and Eli.”
She smugly brushed her hair behind her shoulder with a smirk watching her husband start to undo the cap of the Whiskey.
Nora Harris: I would have bet he wouldn’t actually bought a 55 gallon drum of eggnog and I would have been totally wrong.
She goes up on tiptoes to see over the two in front of her as Eli and Genevie are near the drum and a fretful look comes to her cute features.
Nora Harris: Is that thing even refrigerated?
She turns and leaves the room, shouting down the hallway.
Nora Harris: Bae? BAE. Is that huge thing refrigerated at all or is it just…
Fading off in the distance the further she gets from the room.
The cameras pan back to Wally as he stands there looking at the Carlson’s attempt to spike the nog. A gloved finger taps his shoulder and Wally turns to spot a very obese man in a red track suit. The man is also sporting a very nasty graying beard, and a just as nasty santa hat over his messy hair.
Wally Lee: OH SHIT YOU’RE-
Before he can finish his proclamation the man steps in front of Wally heading straight for the keg. He pulls out a crumpled dixie cup from the front crotch area of his nasty tracksuit, mumbling incoherently as he looks to get himself some of that sweet noggy goodness.
Wally Lee: He exist! Oh shit he exist!
Wally rushes down the halls trying to tell everyone he could while almost bumping into Reiko Aguilar who shakes her head at him before she heads over with two large thermoses. She doesn’t really fuck with anyone so it’s easy for her to ignore everyone, only gives Genie and Eli a head nod of a greeting.
Reiko Aguilar: Phe taking care of some business so she put me on assistant duties and shit.
Unknowing that the egg nog was spiked, she begins to fill up the silver thermoses while Tiphany Banks-Carisi enters the room and greets everyone before coming behind Reiko. She peeks over Reiko’s shoulder and the whiff she gets from the egg nog being loaded into the last thermos causes her to shake her head.
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: Oh hell no, nevermind. I wasnt planning to drink until tomorrow and I’m certainly not about to drink on the job.
Reiko Aguilar: What are you talkin about, this aint spiked?
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: The cellar in our house is like a damn liquor store and the way JR goes on a spiking spree at home? Trust even the faintest smell I can still tell. Damn you’re off your game, you usually would be able to pick up on it. You too immersed into your Korean boo.
Reiko blushes with a frown and cuts her eyes while concentrating on securing the tops on the thermoses before she turns around and smacks Tiphany in the arm with one of them.
Reiko Aguilar: Li-Tang and I are just best friends.
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: Suuuuure…. Jae’s brothers been wooin all yall lately.
A protesting Reiko leads Tiphany out of the room as they argue per usual back and forth while in possession of loads of spiked eggnog for an unknowing Phoenix.
Not long after the new North Atlantic Champion, Ashley Maldano comes strutting up with her championship shining on her waste, covered by her hoodie with her combat boots stomping against the ground.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Ayeee and what is it we got here?
Walking up behind the Carlson’s, Ashley peeks over their shoulders and sniffs the alcohol.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Finally something to celebrate the new tidings around here. Pour that in and lemme holla at a glass!
She laughs and watches as the nog gets spiked, smirking devilishly as she reaches and helps herself to a glass.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Surely a little pre match pre game would be lit
She laughs before she looks up watching as backstage interviewer Lauren Maldano walks over to them, looking at all the nog.
LAUREN MALDANO: How fitting! The lucky 25 fans got hyped with eggnog and now this?? Man.. do we know how to keep a theme flow going or what??
Lauren and Ashley share a laugh and walk away. Genie and Eli, his business done here, leave the scene. Moments later Celeste and CJ walk up to the huge keg of eggnog. Celeste's eyes widen.
CELESTE: Oh wow! Look at this CJ! I don't think I've ever seen so much eggnog.
CJ: Almost makes you nauseous just thinking about drinking so much.
CELESTE: I can't even remember the last time I've had eggnog. Holidays have never been the forte of my family. I'm getting a cup!
She grabs a cup and fills it with eggnog. CJ looks on as she takes her first sip.
CELESTE: Mm! It's good! Tastes different than the store bought stuff I think? Ah well, bottoms up!
She cheerily chugs back the rest of her cup. CJ shakes his head and tries not to laugh as she looks back at him with an eggnog mustache on her upper lip.
CELESTE: Aren't you going to have some CJ?
CJ: No thanks.
He chuckles. Celeste shrugs her shoulders before turning back to the keg and filling her cup again. The two walk away as she drinks it, much slower this time. Her voice can be heard one last time as they are off screen.
CELESTE: SO GOOD!
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The camera cuts backstage to Ximena Asensio. The tall powerhouse tag team wrestler, one half of the BGTL duo, is warming up for her match later tonight, where she and her partner Claire face off against the Satsujin. The silence in the backstage area as she does her weightless squats is soon interrupted by her more loudmouth counterpart.
Claire: Yoooooo Ximmayyyy!
Claire hops onto Ximena’s back, who keeps squatting up and down as if she has a toddler on her back. The only acknowledgment of Claire’s presence comes from an eyeroll that speaks for itself.
Ximena: You’ve already warmed up then, have you?
Claire: Yuuuup! Of course I have I’m on straight fire. We gon’ go to town on them hoes like you said we was gonna.
Ximena: I never said that. It’s your paraphrasing of me saying we’re going to win tonight because we have everything to prove here.
Claire: Lame! That shit ain’t gonna sell tix. You forgot I worked my way to several title shots jut by trolling the champion. THAT is how you get asses in seats, Ximmie.
Ximena sighs and stops her warm-up. Claire hops off her back. There is almost a foot of height difference between the two women and Claire has to strain her neck to look up at her tag team partner. Ximena grabs a water bottle and shakes her head.
Ximena: Fine. Whatever. We know what to expect from Zombie Vice Squad and Stacked Deck, more or less. We did fine in our first match, but that’s not going to cut it tonight. I wouldn’t be worrying so much if I just knew we were able to count on our tag team partners.
Claire: Satsujin? Shit yeah, Ximmie, they cool. Malaya especially. Hey didya know that her best friend Kariko and I fuc---
Ximena interrupts Claire by grabbing her by the collar of her sweater and pushes her into the nearest wall.
Ximena: Let’s get one thing straight! I don’t give a damn about any of that stuff. All I want to know is if they’re going to help us win. This roster is jam-packed with phenomenal talent, Claire. We need to establish ourselves in this place, and believe me when I tell you that ‘I fucked someone’s best buddy’ counts for nothing here!!
Claire takes a swipe at Ximena’s arm. Both women stare at each other with a deep crease between their eyebrows.
Claire: Bitch what the fuck? Sorry I’m tryna have some fun, yeah? How many times I gotta tell you I’m committed to this? How many more time are you gonna try and act like I’m holding you back? I wouldn’t even be doing this if not for you, so a sliver of gratitude might be in place here, Ximmie.
Ximena takes a deep breath and shakes her head.
Ximena: I’m sorry, just… nervous, I guess. There’s too much riding on this.
She grabs Claire by the temples and looks into her eyes.
Ximena: Listen, if you vouch for them, or at least tell me they’ll be cooperative, then I believe you. Now let’s go out there and do what we do best.
Claire: Fuck bitches up?
Ximena: If that’s how you want to call it then yeah, sure.
The two exchange a smile. They’re ready. On the same page again. They’re going to have to be if they want to stand a chance tonight.
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Eli Carlson vs. Owen Gonsalves
As the bell rang the crowd went nuclear. Chants for both Eli and Owen started as this was guaranteed to be a special affair. Both men nodded along to the crowd and circled each other before locking up. The two go through a series of chaining which starts out pretty even but Owen soon takes the advantage. Gonsalves locks in a Jim Breaks special and Eli looks to be in some serious pain. Eli backtracks slowly and surely till he reaches the ropes and hooks them with his free arm causing a break. Eli shakes his arm out to get the feeling back. The two lock up again and this time Eli catches him with an arm wringer. Carlson then catches Owen with a kick to the stomach that doubles him over. Carlson kicks one of Gonsalves’ legs out sending him on his butt, Eli then jumps in the air and catches Owen with a dropkick right to the head. Owen rolls around for a moment holding his head. Eli charges at the still grounded Owen who sees him coming and takes out his legs and then flips over for a jackknife pin but Eli powers up and twists and then lifts Owen up for a powerbomb. Eli gets a running start for the corner but Owen slides off and then heads for the ropes. Eli turns to face him and Owen leaps and wraps his legs around Eli in a wheelbarrow position and then grabs one of Eli’s legs and rolls through putting him in a kneebar. It only takes a second for Eli to know that this isn’t good and he quickly rolls over to the ropes. Both men get back to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring. Eli rails Owen with an open handed strike. Gonsalves isn’t just going to take it and returns with a monstrous shot of his own. Soon the two are trading stiff palm strikes back and forth. You can see the perspiration flying off of their bodies with every shot. Eli then starts to hammer Owen’s lower body with heavy kicks. Eli grabs Owen and whips him into the ropes and follows. Gonsalves does a handspring and bounces back from the ropes and up catching Eli with “Genesis Supernova” (Handspring Cutter). Gonsalves goes for the cover but Eli kicks out at two. The crowd is wild and Owen is feeling confident. He pulls Eli up to his feet and grabs hold of his wrist. Gonsalves positions Carlson the way he wants him and then goes for the “Darkest Lariat” (wristlock short arm lariat) but Eli ducks it and breaks free. As Owen turns around Eli is ready and connects with “Your Coronation” (Pele kick). Gonsalves goes down hard and Eli makes the cover and gets the three count. The crowd is on their feet for the encounter and chants for both men start up again. The two men share a nod of respect before Eli drops down from the apron and makes his way to the back.
Winner: Eli Carlson
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The cameras pick up in the backstage area the fans here in Pittsburgh are ecstatic for more Spirit and Pride Wrestling after a phenomenal opener between Eli and Owen that lived right up to the hype around it. The fans here in the Palumbo Center can be heard cheering loudly as the camera focuses in on backstage correspondent Yasmeen Sherazi. She has a huge smile on her face as she waits for the roar of the SAP crowd to die down, enough for her to be heard.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Well Pittsburgh my guest for this evening will be competing shortly in SAP’s Infamous Ten Person Tag Match… Ladies and Gentlemen. Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally walks into the frame of the camera. He has a big smile on his face as he adjusts the festive reindeer antlers on his head. He has a clipboard in his hands as the crowd holds the long “E” sound as much as they can. He nods over to Yasmeen, who smiles back at him ready to get this interview underway.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Good evening Wally… You sure look like you’re in the holiday spirit.
Wally Lee: Yas, tis the season… It is the season of giving, and I figured that there’s nothing better thing to give this year… Than to give Pittsburgh the lingering visual of seeing Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally Lee: … of seeing Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally Lee: Damn these guys are loud as hell tonight… But that’s perfect, because they can crank that volume up when they see me beat the hell outta five other jabronis in just a matter of mere moments! You know there’s a ton of other wrestlers who’d be pissed off that they have to share the ring. They'd be moping and crying and bitching on social media about how they deserve whatever kinda spotlight they're begging for.
Not I... No way. See I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy. I see the positives in almost everything. The positive of tonight is that for the first time I get to take the fight an show it off in the Steel City! There's nothing flashy about this town, this is gritty, punch-you-in-tha-fuckin mouth, blue collar, part of America that I love... See Yaz, just like these people I don't take days off and I don't complain about what's being thrown my way. I get up, and I answer the goddamn bell every time... Cause this Delaware boy never ran from a fight in his entire life, and that doesn't change tonight!
The fans are rallying behind him in a bit of cheers. Wally clears his throat a little bit and switches the clipboard from one hand to the other. Yaz's eyes fall to the back of the clipboard before she's overwhelmed by curiosity and asks him-
Yasmeen Sherazi: So what's on the clip board? You got Santa's list there?
Wally Lee: As a matter of fact I do... Being the nice guy I am, I went ahead and decided to help out Kringle sort out the SAP naughty or nice list... You're safe by the way Yaz, I put in a good word with the big guy for you.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Well thank you Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally shakes his head smiling, as he and Yasmeen pause for a second to let the long "E" run its course with the rowdy Pittsburgh crowd. As they calm down Yasmeen brings the microphone back up to her list and moves a side a bit, trying to get a peek for herself.
Wally Lee: Oh don't worry about getting a look... Cause surprise surprise... Everyone on the naughty list happens to be on the other team in my match tonight... So without further ado...
Wally, holds the clipboard under his arm for a second. He takes some time to fish out a pair of reading glasses from the pocket of his wrestling overall shorts. He clears his throat loudly before placing the readers on the edge of his nose. He pulls the list up, holding its back to the camera.
Wally Lee: Lets see here... Ah! Jacob Evans... Naughty! You get a lump of coal... Ummm Jaser Cruz... Naughty! You get to cruise your way into an asswhuppin' tonight. Next up... Oh here's someone who's used to getting their sticking stuffed year round... Malaya Diyosa... Addendum... I think she was supposed to be on the Ho Ho Hoes list... Regardless, NAUGHTY! You get my boot across your face. Luca Di Paolo and Adolfo... NAUGHTY! You guys get the grand prize of being the least memorable members of your team! Congrats! Ohhhhhhhh bonus gift! You two are still getting punched in the fucking mouth by me! Wa-
Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wally Lee: Happy fucking Holidays Pittsburgh! Now let's go eat som- damn... I mean beat some ass!
Wally flings the clipboard towards the camera. The papers from the board fly and cover over the frame of the camera, as we transition to our next part of tonight's hot show!
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The Infamous Ten Person Tag
Luca Di Paolo, Malaya Diyosa, Jaser Cruz, Adolfo Santana, Jacob Evans vs. Bloody Mary, Wally Lee, Stone Hendrix, Xander Salvitor, Raven Monetta
As the match begins Bloody Mary stands ready in the ring. Luca goes to start for his team but quickly becomes apprehensive. Jaser tells him to just go start the match. Luca walks to the middle of the ring and just as they are about to lock up Luca walks back to his corner and tags in Jaser. When Jaser asks what it’s about Luca says he doesn’t want to get dirty touching her. Jaser then rushes right into the ring but Mary’s been waiting long enough and starts attacking Cruz. She lays some hard strikes onto Jaser before whipping him into her corner. She connects with some shoulder thrusts to the gut before tagging in Raven Monetta. Raven lands a few shots before driving a knee into the stomach of Cruz. Raven’s limited move set became apparent as Cruz was able to work her over and get back to his corner where he tagged in Malaya. Diyosa came in and looked to be annoyed with Raven from the beginning as she landed some clubs to the back. Raven fights back and lands some forearms. Raven drops Malaya to the mat with a drop toe hold and makes her way to her corner and tags in Xander. Malaya gets up holding her face angry at Raven for dropping her on it. Xander feels the brunt of this anger as Malaya releases her frustrations on him before sending him to the mat with a snap ddt. She then heads to her corner and tags in Adolfo. The Truth comes in and quickly gets to work. Adolfo and Xander have a fun lucha exchange that gets the crowd cheering before they each tag in Jacob and Stone. Stone comes in and takes an almost immediate advantage over Evans and hits a number of moves in succession. Evans even gets on his knees and begs Stone off. The referee gets distracted as Malaya and Raven begin to brawl on the outside. Jacob uses this to his advantage and lands a low blow on Stone. Evans then goes to tag in Luca but he drops from the apron saying that this match is below him and starts to walk to the back. Stone made it far enough to his corner for Wally to tag in. Lee wasted no time for as soon as Evans turned around he was hit with “Bomb Voyage” (Standing Sitout Shiranui). Wally got the cover and the win for his team.
Winners: Bloody Mary, Wally Lee, Stone Hendrix, Xander Salvitor, Raven Monetta
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Oliver Overton is standing in the gorilla position waiting to make his entrance when his tag partner Iris Hawthorne walks up to him.
Iris Hawthorne: You ready Olly?
Olly nods his head.
Olly Overton: I was born ready.
Iris shakes her head.
Iris: Being cocky can hurt you.
Olly: That’s true if I was cocky. I’m confident that I’m going to perform at my very best.
Iris: Good.
They fist bump as Iris turns to walk away.
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Charlie Reed vs. Oliver Overton
The bell rang and the two men locked up. Charlie tried to use his technical base as way to keep Oliver grounded but Overton used his veteran savvy to work his way back to his feet. Overton heads for the ropes but Reed had it read an caught him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Reed quickly went for a cover but Overton kicked out. Reed tried to grab Olly to place him in a submission but Overton managed to break free. Both men were back up to their feet. Reed caught Olly with a boot and then headed for the ropes. Charlie attempted a lariat but Overton hooked the arm and spun him connecting with a half nelson suplex. Reed looked stunned and dazed for a moment. He got to his feet holding the back of his neck and turned around right in time to catch a spear from Overton. Olly quickly headed to the top rope and landed the “Raisin Rainbow” (frog splash) and got the three count.
Winner: Oliver Overton
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The cameras reveal the audience in their seats in the Palumbo Center showing their signs and appreciating the action for the night. Spirit And Pride Wrestling always brings the best talent they have to offer and put on consistent amazing matches for the loyal fans to preach for years to come. As the camera returns to the interior of the ring, Isabelle Van Der Belton stands in the center with a microphone held under her chin.
Isabelle Van Der Belton: “Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing your new SAP X Champion, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!”
“Relentless” by New Years Day plays around the interior of the arena with the combination of great cheers along with positive reactions from the sold out center. Andre Holmes walks out with the X championship belt hung over his right shoulder in his grasp dressed in his in-ring attire while having that leather black hoodie over his head. He stands in front of the black curtains smiling to the audience members graciously for being his supporters.
Walking down to the ring, he shakes his hands with fans behind the barricades then climbs up the steel steps. He walks down the apron then stands refuge on the middle rope outside the ring holding the X championship belt high in his right hand. Andre hops over the top rope, lands inside the ring then gently takes the microphone away from Isabella who leaves the ring. Silence overcomes before the crowd lets their chants of his name be known to the entire world. Andre raises his microphone up to his lips while holding the belt over his right shoulder tight.
Andre Holmes: “There’s a lot of things I am proud of in life. Becoming a father to four beautiful children, marrying my best friend, continuously building a successful career in professional wrestling but also becoming the new Spirit And Pride Wrestling X Champion.”
A giant smile emerges on his face and so does the rest of the audience. Andre’s feeling right at home especially with the championship around his right shoulder. He continues with his thoughts after the crowd ceases in their noise.
Andre Holmes: “In only four matches, I have acquired one of the hottest championships in this promotions against all three former champions and a Boogeyman. Don’t ask me. I don’t make the matches, I just fight and kick ass. I promise each and every one of you in this vicinity right now that this beloved title will not be leaving my waist until I say it does!
Which brings me to my opponent tonight, Heidi Thompson. She can say how she’s going to get her title back, she’s going to be a two-time X Champion but the last time I checked, she was only champion for two days. She’s been here longer than I am and in the span of three matches, I done what she did and that’s already have a better reign than she can ever imagine.
Do I think she’s a threat? No. I’ve seen what she can do and all she does is run her mouth while hiding behind Wally Lee’s obsession with her. Tonight I’m walking out of our match with the X Championship belt and I’ll gladly rub it in her face. Heidi, I hope you’re ready because if you aren’t, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I’m standing over you as your superior!”
Once again, another positive reaction with a short negative piece due to the Heidi Thompson's fans not appreciating those words. Andre shrugs his shoulders and walks around the ring while speaking into the microphone.
Andre Holmes: “Speaking of opponents, there happens to be one I’m very interested especially after hearing her story out from Titty Baby. She’s made mistakes as much as we all have. She’s done thing she’s not proud of and more importantly, she’s making better decisions to bounce back from all those mistakes. Well guess what? Our general manager may not have confidence in her but I do and I think you all agree with me right?!”
A huge uproar from the fans is the best response possible. Andre chuckles then nods his head.
Andre Holmes: “Well, I am a man who values determination and the will to be an honorable warrior. Screw it, Jessica Nitoh! The champion demands you now!”
The fans rise from their seats in hopes of seeing her and hearing from her. Outside of wrestling matches, Jessica doesn't make her presence known in the ring, at least not in recent times. However, “Plane to Spain” by Basshunter resonates from the PA system and the fans cheer aloud as “The Paladin” Jessica Nitoh emerges onto the stage in her ring attire. She looks ready for war, and all things considering, her mindset is focused. To some slight disappointment she is not accompanied by her manager Victor Mason, but the fans continue to support her as she makes her way down the ramp and tags a few fans along the way. She enters the ring between the middle and bottom ropes and reaches out when an official hands her a microphone. She takes a deep breath as her music begins to fade and she leans on the opposite corner. She speaks into the microphone while keeping a respectful distance from Andre.
Jessica Nitoh: “It's… been awhile since I've done this.”
She gestures to herself, then to the ring itself, and then spreads her arms out to the audience. There’s positive encouragement from the fans as she clears her throat and continues.
Jessica Nitoh: “You'll have to excuse my articulation if I mess up. I've grown accustomed to performing in the ring, but talking, especially with someone else in the ring, that's not something I'm proficient with despite my charisma ability score being an 18.”
Some of the nerdier fans respond positively to her words and she can't help but grin.
Jessica Nitoh: “But this isn't about a game. This is professional wrestling and I hold this career above my gaming one, believe it or not. Two weeks ago, I openly admitted my wrongs and confessed my emotional compromise. I apologized to Mr. Avery Quinn and Spirit in Pride. I was genuine and honest in my efforts. Victor's been teaching me proper etiquette and business logic. As someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, it's not easy making the changes. I'm not going to transform overnight, but I'm doing my best…”
Her slight awkwardness and lack of comfort in the business dress she wore were clear before and during her meeting with Avery. Still, Jessica did present herself to the best of her ability. She shakes her head and sighs.
Jessica Nitoh: “With that said, I met the winning condition Mr. Quinn presented. I defeated an amazingly talented wrestler in Mark Storm and rightfully earned a shot at your X Championship. I'm not sure why you're not defending the title against me tonight, but… no, actually, I do know why. There's a set of cross hairs on my head and the finger on the trigger is ready to pull at any given second. Our new general manager Ms. Marniceau hates me. Our new boss Mr. Quinn still shares his disdain towards me. I deserve it. I'm sorry I messed up, I'm only human. Humans are imperfect and I accept my imperfections. I even accept the consequences for my actions. I don't, however, believe that I deserve to be treated like absolute garbage. I don't deserve to be underestimated or publicly humiliated for an honest mistake. I don't deserve to be directly and indirectly called a slut, despite the fact that my relationship history really isn't that bad compared to so many people in this industry… but I digress.”
Through this, her body language has become tense and her focus sharpened. She looks Andre in the eye with determination and she speaks again.
Jessica Nitoh: “I've been double booked before. I know what it's like to wrestle two or more matches on the same night. If you're game, we can have our rightful title match later tonight. Nothing against Nora Harris, she's a nice lady and a good wrestler, but I believe I can defeat her. I have the utmost confidence in your ability to defend your title against Heidi. Or… we can throw down right here, right now.”
The passion exuberating from this woman catches Andre off guard as he’s leaned up against the turnbuckles in a nonchalant pose in his stance. Obviously the audience shares her thoughts with their ever so loud cheers raining down from the heavens above. Before Andre could rebuttal her statements, he’s rudely interrupted with chants of Jessica’s name which clearly puts a smile on her face. Andre paces around, holds the microphone up to his lips and shares his thoughts.
Andre Holmes: “Listen, Jessica. I know what it’s like to make mistakes and try to correct them. As much as our general manager may not share your sentiment, I do. I know what it’s like to do terrible things all for our loved ones and in the end, lose trust, respect and the valued support of our fans. It’s the worst thing ever and if I tried to correct those mistakes so early in my career, I wouldn’t be such a prick 24/7.
On the other hand, I admire you. You’re a woman who is fighting with everything she has every time she steps into this ring-”
Once again, the crowd interrupts Andre; Both look around towards the fans applauding the sportsmanship between the two. Andre smiles and continues his speech.
Andre Holmes: “What I’m trying to say is that I’m honored to face you. You know what? If the general manager herself won’t give you the match, I will! I don’t care about what anyone says about you, you EARNED your shot when you defeated Mark Storm. I’m the X Champion! I answer every and all challenges and if I have to do two championship matches, SO BE IT! BRING A REFEREE DOWN HERE NOW!!!”
Jessica and Andre both stand in their respective corners and the audience is absolutely euphoric! Every fan is on their seat after they thought their great match would be denied tonight. It seems everyone in this arena is suddenly overwhelmed with passion and energy until…
“Ladies all across the world, listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you with me, let me see your hands, stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women, salute, salute”
“Salute” by Little Mix blasts through the speakers as the posh and sophisticated Marisol Marniceau makes her way out into sight with an unfavorable frown showing on her flawless face. The audience receives her with a mixture of cheers and jeers while watching her slowly make her way towards the ring to her employees while rising a hand into the air.
Marisol Marniceau: “Please cut the music… now what do we have here? I do not remember you two being booked in a match to face off against one another tonight but per usual… the talent believes the talent can do whatever they wish to.”
A brief pause as she carefully steps onto the stairs and is very careful when she steps onto the apron to enter the ring. Brushing down the front of her lavender Jackie O dress with the matching gabardine jacket, she slowly makes her way towards the two.
Marisol Marniceau: “Did you two… simply not understand what I said at the last show and what I have stated on that social media site? I am in charge HERE, the Spirit and Pride Wrestling talent do NOT make the rules around here. I guess I was not clear enough.. Shall I show you how much I am not to be disrespected? Shall I punish you both, make you an example to what happens when you cross the boss? I could very well strip you of the title right here and now, Andre.”
Andre’s reaction represents a sassy attitude combined with a screwed up face. The audience in the building boo as loud as they can for her remark but he remains in the corner looking confused. He raises the microphone up to his lips then does a small chuckle.
Andre Holmes: “Okay. It’s nice to see you too.”
The audience laughs to that snarky comment but Andre continues.
Andre Holmes: “My only concern is fighting the best and Jessica Nitoh, in my eyes and the eyes of Spirit and Pride Wrestling, deserves the shot. I don’t mind executing a delusional Heidi Thompson, an egotistical Marlon Cure, a hopeless Wally Lee or anyone else in the division who wants to jump the line. The only way I’m going to let go of this belt is by being beaten in this ring and that won’t happen for a long time!”
He takes a deep breath and pauses in his speech. Andre knew the general manager meant business so he didn’t want to go all out.
Andre Holmes: “So how about we just ask the obvious question because from my point of view, it seems like you don’t want even want Jessica Nitoh to have her shot at all.”
In this heated debate, Jessica folds her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrow, locked onto the general manager with caution and discomfort, and she stands her ground. Andre presents a question that she’d like to know the answer of, but she has a feeling she already knows what it is.
Marisol Marniceau: “One, I do not answer to you so I believe we can be clear right here and now. Two, I can fire you right now within a blink of an eye and make this very title vacant, so keep that in mind for now on. There is no witch hunt against Jessica. I simply do not approve of her disrespecting the company as well as being disrespectful to Avery. Now, Jessica will be getting her title shot as Avery has promised... he never said when though and I do not believe that tonight is the night. If you can not follow orders then maybe you should not represent our company as a champion. Your opponent tonight is Heidi, not Jessica.”
The fans disapprove of the answer and Jessica glances towards them, making note of their booing and jeering of the general manager. With a smirk, she uncrosses her arms and raises her microphone to her lips.
Jessica Nitoh: “And now the audience is pissed off. You really are good at your job, ma’am.”
There’s a hint of sarcasm, but Jessica’s keeping some etiquette in her words. The fans are supportive of her as she presses on without hesitation.
Jessica Nitoh: “You must have heard the fans on the way out here. They were incredibly cheerful for the improvised title match you’re cancelling. I don’t think that’s good for the ratings or the revenue of Spirit and Pride. I’ve made my apologies and I’ve accepted responsibility for my actions. I was genuine, honest, and logical. You’re not going to receive that level of professionalism from some of the roster. You say this isn’t a witch hunt, but everyone knows the truth. I’m at the very top of your hit list and nothing would make you happier than watching me suffer. So you know what? I’ll indulge you and play your little game. If I have to defeat every single competitor for the X Division to finally, rightfully receive my title shot, then so be it. Throw down the gauntlet!”
Immediately the fans respond with a burst of loud cheers for the Paladin. Some would say it’s brave, others foolish, but Jessica means business and she’s not going to back down.
Marisol Marniceau: “Jessica.. I understand the photos you post on social media with your derriere tooted all out for likes to build up your self esteem is a big ego boost for you but please understand that you are no Rachel Redding. And I am not a Laroux so I won't cater to your whims. We did not put a card together so you two can come out and try to mess up our show. With the new signee making her debut tonight? I GUARANTEE if I were to fire you two right now? The crowd would be upset for a bit and then forget about it.”
Marisol looks Jessica up and down with a smirk.
Marisol Marniceau: “Seems like I'm more better at my job than you are because you're the one going around sobbing and begging for title opportunities. I am sorry your photos can not help you out with that, right? Everyone knows the truth, your co workers cosigned publicly about how all you do is whine. And now you're out here making a fool of yourself… again.”
There’s a slight roll of Jessica’s eyes as the fans continue to boo Marisol. She casually waves the microphone back and forth, looks towards Andre with a shrug, and she climbs up to sit on the top turnbuckle. She lifts her left leg and rests her ankle over her right knee, a contemplative position before she raises the microphone to her lips. The fans quiet down and allow her to speak.
Jessica Nitoh: “I really don’t think my photo gallery is provocative. I’m not sharing nude or oversexualized photos. There’s nothing beyond PG-13… Still, it’s funny that you pay so much attention to my bubbly assets. Sorry ma’am, I’m going to have to turn down your advancements, but I’m flattered, really!”
This draws a good laugh from the audience and more of a positive reception for Jessica.
Jessica Nitoh: “I’m not interested in being a cheating, deceptive, soulless bitch. I’m not going to fade among the masses of arrogant and haughty wrestlers with no originality or creativity. I’m not a coward who hides behind authoritative powers and unrealistic threats. I’ll never claim to be a queen, a goddess, or some higher deity. I’m just a kid from Queens.”
The reference is clear to the nerdy fans as they cheer on. Jessica lowers her left leg and hops down from the top of the corner, microphone still in hand while she gestures to Andre with her free hand.
Jessica Nitoh: “When the time comes for Andre Holmes and I to wrestle for the Spirit and Pride X Championship, it will be a top contender for Match of the Year and bring more fans, ratings, and revenue to the company. There’s nothing else to say except… You’re welcome.”
She takes a bow, as a paladin would, and smiles as “Plane to Spain” by Basshunter resonates. The fans cheer and chant for Jessica while she casually exits the ring and throws up a peace sign for the X Champion. Turning around, she jumps over the barricade and leaves ringside through the fans of whom she’s more than happy to interact with on the way out.
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Satsujin & BGTL vs. Zombie Vice Squad & Stacked Deck
There wasn’t much arguing between BGTL about who would start the match for the team but the same couldn't be said about their opponents. ZVS and Stacked Deck couldn’t agree. Judith just ended up yelling at everyone before the bell rang to start the match. Ximena started the match for her squad and the two squared off. Judith started out with some steam but Xi was the one who found her rhythm first. After working her over for a few minutes Xi tagged in Claire. Claire let out a short burst of offense before tagging Xi back in. Satsujin then started to voice their opinion on being left out of the match so far. On the other side of the ring ZVS were screaming at Judith to get back to their corner which had Nancy a bit upset. Xi makes the tag in to Cappadonna. Judith was able to fight of Cappadonna long enough to reach over to make a tag. She was aiming for Nancy but Siberia Zombie tagged herself in. This clearly angered Stacked Deck. Siberia handled Cappadonna fairly well but when Nari was tagged in the powerhouse started to lay it on thick. Ximena called for a tag but Cappadonna told her not to worry about it because the better team was in the ring. Stacked Deck was now yelling at Siberia to make it to their corner for a tag. This is where everything started to break down. The teams turned on themselves. Satsujin and BGTL started to brawl inside of the ring while Zombie Vice Squad and Stacked Deck begin to go at each other on the outside. The referee calls for security and the melee is broken up.
Winners: No contest
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The scene opens up showing Tyson Braddock sitting in a chair looking aggravated. Soon Avery Quinn walks around him. Quinn is also seen wearing a sour face. Avery walks over to his desk and takes a seat.
Avery: I want you to know that I was going to fire you. I was more than happy to send your ass out there on the street. Trust me, no one knows what happens on these streets better than me. It would have been magnificent to watch them devour you. Marisol on the other hand thought that it would be a better idea to punish you. To get everything out of you we can and then send you packing. So she arranged a match for you tonight. You’re going to face one hall of Hell is Waiting, Masaru Inoue. I’ve heard he’s looking for blood. Something about a sword. I’m not sure.
Quinn waves his hand in the air for theatrics.
Avery: Either way that match is happening, and it’s next. You better get out there.
Tyson just lets out a growl before standing up and leaving Avery’s office, slamming the door behind him.
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Masaru Inoue vs. Tyson Braddock
Masaru had a wide smile on his face while Tyson looked to be full of fury. As soon as the bell rang Braddock was sprinting across the ring and caught Maz with a hard corner lariat. Tyson kept hitting lariats before he backed up and charged in again. This time Inoue saw him coming and caught him with a hard kick to the stomach that sent Tyson right down to a seated position. Inoue isn’t playing and immediately connects with “Kill Shot” (shin kick to the neck). Masaru goes for the cover but as the ref is about to count three a man slides into the ring and drops a knee on to the back of Inoue’s head. The man then pulls Masaru up and lands a Gotch style piledriver. Tyson is coming too and then joins in on the assault. They throw out a number of stomps before Tyson drops to the mat and unleashes a series of punches. Security soon rushes to the ring and separates the bunch. They send Tyson and his friend to the back while they check on Masaru.
Winner: Masaru Inoue by DQ
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Phoenix Quagliaterre is in an extremely good mood as she wears Brendan Samuels’ infamous black flag like a shawl on her shoulders, the flag flowing gracefully behind her like a cape while Jae-Yun Sun walks beside her, giving her the most glaring evil eye he could muster while the duo walk the halls backstage. Tiphany Banks-Carisi and Reiko Aguilar stalk Phoenix from behind, peering behind corners watching her head down the hallway as Tiphany elbows Reiko and whispers.
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: See…. I TOLD you that it was spiked!
Reiko Aguilar: Look… I didnt know. She downed both them thermoses too… you see how big they were? She’s far gone. What we gonna do?
Tiphany Banks-Carisi: What do you mean what are we going to do?? I’m calling plausible deniability on this one.
Reiko Aguilar: Shit, me too.
The two then turn and jet down the hallway in the opposite direction while Phoenix whistles happily, being stopped by Jasmine Bishop.
Jasmine Bishop: Hey, I’ve actually got a question for you before I head to pick up these files. How do you do it?
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Do… what??
The poor Investor is so confused, her drunk mind on really getting more of that spiked eggnog.
Jasmine Bishop: How do you put up with the disrespect from the employees? Ms. Marniceau is already getting tired of it.
Phoenix pffts before laughing out with pure amusement.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: It is rare when disrespect is shot my way. I get your boss probably isn't liking the disrespect she’s getting but she’s the boss, they not. She keeps putting her foot down then all should be well.
Jasmine Bishop: And if they continue the disrespect…??
Phoenix Quagliaterre: Hell then just send them to me then, now if you’ll excuse me.
She grows impatient with this conversation, wanting more eggnog while Jae-Yun glares at Phoenix as he follows her down the hall away from an appalled Jasmine. Jae-Yun waits until they reach the end of the hallway before he grabs Phoenix by the arm and leads her around the corner.
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The screen goes black.
Not the lights in the arena turning off or something like that, no. The entire broadcast of this wrestling
program goes black for a couple of seconds. With a couple of blinks of white of the television something is still taking place, a second later and a couple of shots of an army of men in black ski masks can be seen inter-spliced within the black screen, along with shots of the tag team champions the Hostile Takeover as the opening notes of “Body Count’s in the House” by Body Count begins to play. The feed to the show suddenly comes back with the police sirens blaring loudly and standing on the entrance ramp is none other than the Hostile Takeover bathed in white light as the rest of the arena remains in complete darkness.
Brody Lee Prince is wearing a black shirt, trunks and his black stetson hat over his menacing gaze. Next to him is the shorter, but wider Magnus Brutus who drops the last of a cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. However, in front of both of them is none other than Christopher J. Wrigley. Wrigley is wearing his standard navy blue suit with a bright colored tie, and holds in his arms his briefcase full of goodies. The three of them begin to make their way to the ring, the entire Palumbo Center in Pittsburgh seems to be aghast as they head into the ring. Wrigley is given a microphone as the music comes to an end.
WRIGLEY: “Do not adjust your television sets… wait, this place has a television deal right? We’re not out here just for this crowd are we? Either way, do not adjust your television sets or think that you’ve time traveled in your busted ass car out there in the parking lot. This is not December 13th, and this is not Adrenaline that you’ve somehow shown up to Pittsburgh.
We are in fact the Hostile Takeover and we have in fact shown up willingly to SAP!”
A crowdful of boos begin to reign down upon Chris Wrigley.
WRIGLEY: “The man to my right is none other than Brody Lee Prince, he is the owner of the most deadly lariats in all of professional wrestling, and has knocked the teeth out of the skulls of some of the biggest names in all of the business! The man to my left is none other than Magnus Brutus, he is an unstoppable carnage machine the likes of which the world has not seen since King Kong himself! These two men have captured the biggest prize in all of wrestling and now… now they look outside of their cages to find some more.
Which brings us here… to this place.”
Wrigley pauses and walks around the ring a little bit more taking in the crowd.
WRIGLEY: “By the way, to the Board of Directors or whatever the hell you’re calling yourselves these days. You are going to have to make this entrance way a little bit wider if we’re going to stick around because these window lickers sitting up the ramp can nearly reach out and touch me.
And if they do touch me! I’m going to sue their asses and yours for letting them get their mongoloid paws on me!
The other thing I have to say to you all in the back is real simple… we’re here for one reason and one reason only. To further cement ourselves as the greatest tag team in all of professional wrestling today. Don’t like that statement? Come on out and show us what you’ve got, show us what you’re made of, because these two men are nothing less than monsters willing to destroy anything that gets in their way. They are blunt instruments of destruction the likes of which you have never tangled with.”
Wrigley pauses and finds the hard camera to which he points his finger towards and leans about as close as possible towards from the ring.
WRIGLEY: “And just to give you all a little taste of what you’re in for, go ahead and tune into Showtime five days from now and see us in action on everyone’s favorite wrestling show Adrenaline and watch your future tag team champions crush another pair of hopefuls into pieces.
See you all really soon.”
Wrigley drops the microphone right there in the middle of the ring and Body Count plays them off as the trio begin to make their way out of the Palumbo Center. Wrigley swats away every and any person’s hand that attempts to reach out and touch him on the way out.
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Jessica Nitoh vs. Nora Harris
The bell rang and Jess bounced herself off the ropes and circled around Nora. Nitoh went to lock up with Harris but Nora took her over with an arm drag and followed it up by barring the arm. Jess tried to fight away for a minute before composing herself. She lifted herself into a bridge. Nitoh then pushed off with her legs and landed on her feet. She stood up and then pulled Nora up and sent her to the mat with a suplex. Harris rolled right back to her feet and hit the ropes. Nitoh swung a kick but Nora ducked it and then rebounded off of the ropes and took Nitoh to the mat with a headscissors takedown. Jess got to a knee and Nora was already coming. Harris attempted a kick of her own that Jess snuck under. Nitoh then darted for the ropes and leapt up and hit Nora with a springboard moonsault. Jess went for the cover but Nora kicked out. Nitoh got back to her feet. She took a moment to think and then headed for the ropes. Nora got up and as Jess was coming towards her she rolled forward evading Nitoh. Nora then leapt up and hit a backflip kick that caught Jess in the back of the head. Jess dropped to a knee and Nora took advantage of it and caught her with a hard bulldog. Jess looked dazed and Nora was taking her shot. Harris pulled her up and didn’t waste anytime connecting with “Code of Silence” (fall away DDT style move with spinning impact). Nora went for the cover and got the three count.
Winner: Nora Harris
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Marisol Marniceau is smirking at the television screen inside of her office while watching the aftermath of Nora defeating Jessica. She gives a nonchalant sweep of her hair from her shoulders as her assistant Jasmine Bishop looks on with a mild shake of her head.
Jasmine Bishop: Homegirl talked all that mess earlier just to lose her match… but she’s such a big deal around here, huh? She cant even respond to verbal insults directed at her on twitter but acting as if she’s lil miss badass. Psh, please.
Marisol Marniceau: I was insulted when she acted as if I wanted her in a… romantic fashion. I do not like my romantic partners weak nor am I interested in women. She isn’t even a woman, she is a girl… a timid, whiny girl whose bark is loud but her bite is harmless. I told them all that I was here to smooth things out. And she can only ride that “i helped take out Hellfire Club” train for so long, especially since the others that helped rid Hellfire Club were the ones that mattered to everyone.
Jasmine Bishop: Don’t let her get under your skin. Trust trust truuuuust when I say that I’ll find some dirt on her to bring Sailor Moon to her knees. I bet she wont be talkin all big and bad embarrassing you after I expose her for what she really is.
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Brandon Banks vs. Vince Steel
Brandon Banks was coming to the ring first playing to the crowd. He slaps the hands of a few fans and has a smile on his face but that smile soon disappears as Vince Steel comes running out from behind him and blasts him with a lariat to the back of the head. Banks hits the ground hard and that’s just the start. Steel pulls Banks up by the hair and drags him towards the ring. Banks tries to fight back for a few moments but Steel just starts hammering fists on the body of Banks. Vince then throws Banks body at the ring apron. Steel calls for Brandon to get up with he somehow does despite the crowd telling him not too. Steel puts a boot to the gut of Banks before grabbing him by the hair again. Steel whips Banks back and he hits the apron back of the neck first. Banks rolls on the ground holding his neck. Steel still doesn’t relent as he pulls Banks back up and then grabs him by the throat. Vince then chokeslams Banks onto the ring steps. Steel seems satisfied as he turns and heads back towards the ramp. Along the way the medical staff is running the other way to check on Brandon Banks.
Winner: No Contest
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Backstage after her match against Jessica Nitoh the cameras find Nora Harris coming out of the locker area cleaned up and dressed in a sweatshirt large enough to probably be Aiden’s and a pair of yoga pants with her favorite sneakers on her feet. She seems not just refreshed but excited as well, the reason for the wide beaming smile on her face is standing just down the hall as he patiently waits for her. The man is 6’3”, obviously older but standing straight despite his apparent age, a large dark grey peacoat on over his crisply ironed pants and his shoes were shined to a high polish. There were a few whispers going around among the backstage crew, people who thought they might recognize the man, but he ignores them all. He turns to see Nora approaching and a smile cracks his dour expression, making him seem almost approachable. Nora for her part almost skips as she comes in close and gives the man a quick hug.
Nora Harris: Coach!! You’re here, I didn’t know if you’d make it.
The man’s expression returns to a far more normal for him one, but there’s a sense of indulgence in his tone.
Erlich Böhmer: Of course I did. I was curious to see how my latest student was doing out here in the wide world. My… sort of granddaughter works here as well, plenty to keep my attention.
Nora’s eyes go wide as she takes in what he said and she looks around, trying to see if anyone else was waiting to talk to him.
Nora Harris: Really? Who is she?
He chuckles slightly, and brushes a bit of lint from his expensive coat before answering.
Erlich Böhmer: You know who it is, she’s already gotten herself a title. The dark haired one, the one that Aurora calls daughter.
Nora blinks and for a moment her shoulders seem to slump just a little.
Nora Harris: So you’re really just here to watch how she wrestles?
He shakes his head, and gently pats her small shoulder with his big hand.
Erlich Böhmer: Family is very important, little Fee, but never think that I don’t care about what you’re doing. You reflect back upon me, and I know that I made the right choice when I picked you over your brother Adam.
This seems to perk Nora up considerably and she nods quickly before hugging him again.
Nora Harris: I swear I’ll never make you regret it! We’ll see you later at IHOP right?
She grins and then skips off to find Aiden, and never sees that she’s being watched from the shadows by the very girl that she had been talking about, Ashley watching her as she leaves before stepping out of the shadows herself.
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X Championship Match[/u]
Andre Holmes © vs. Heidi Thompson
The bell rang and the two met in the middle of the ring. Andre lead with a hand looking for some kind of lock up but that never came as Heidi just slapped the taste out of his mouth instead. Andre backed up a few steps and then rubbed his jaw before entering back into the fight. Heidi charges forward again and this time is sent to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Holmes moves to side control and starts to look for a kimura but Heidi gets a foot under the bottom rope. Holmes gives a clean break and Heidi gets back to her feet. Holmes comes in this time looking for a bicycle knee but Thompson kicks out his other leg sending him face first into the mat. Heidi jumps onto the back of Andre and grapevines him along the waist. She then starts looking for a sleeper hold while Andre is doing his best to defend it. Heidi seems to have sunk it in and Andre rolls to his back. He pushes up taking the pressure off as he reaches over and grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break and Heidi lets go. As Andre starts to get up Heidi goes for “Mass Effect” (superkick to kneeling opponent) but Andre evades it and then throws Thompson up on his shoulders and connects with “Holmes on the Range” (death valley driver onto knee). Andre then stalks Heidi and waits for her to get up to a knee and then connects with “Thrust Kick" (Superkick while the opponent is kneeled). Andre makes the cover and gets the three count.
Winner: Andre Holmes
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A small camera shows Desiree Jenkins prepping herself for her well deserved title opportunity.
Desiree Jenkins: Tonight is very important for me. It’s my chance to win gold and shut those who doubt me up. For months, I have been through it all and yet people still question my heart.
Desiree closes the metal door on her locker and starts moving around the room. Her left hand picks up her ring jacket.
Desiree Jenkins: Those questions stop as I step up to take on Ashley. One on one, I’ve lost a total of twice since my debut. That’s got to burn everyone up since I’ve been consistent. That North Atlantic Championship will be mine by the end of the night.
Desy slings her jacket onto her shoulders while smiling at the camera. She blows it a kiss before stepping out of the shot.
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Genevie Carlson vs. Celeste
The bell rang and the crowd was pumped as it was clear these two have no love between them. The two locked up and Genie quickly placed Celeste in a headlock and started firing away punches. Celeste tried to pull her head free but Carlson wasn’t going to let that happen anytime soon. Celeste then planted her feet and took Genevie over with a back suplex. The jarring of the landing made Carlson let go and Celeste quickly got to her feet. Genie wasn’t far behind but ended up getting caught with a few forearms by Celeste before being whipped into the ropes. Genie hooked her arms catching her on the ropes but Celeste was expecting her and threw a dropkick. As Celeste landed on the mat Genie bounced off of the ropes and then landed with a running elbow drop right onto the back of Celeste. Genie then drove a knee into the back of Celeste and pulled back on her chin. Celeste yelled out in pain but managed to pull herself to the ropes. Genie refuses to break the hold and the referee begins to count. She lets go right before he says five but then locks right back into the hold causing the referee to count again. Genie finally lets go and then gets to her feet. She pulls up Celeste who is holding her back. Genie goes for a suplex but Celeste slides down her back and heads for the ropes. This time Celeste hits her move and takes Carlson to the mat with a sling blade. Celeste doesn’t give Genie much time to recover as she pulls her back up and delivers a brutal brainbuster. Celeste goes for the cover but Genie kicks out at two and a half. Celeste has the crowd fully behind her and she pulls her up. Celeste goes for another brainbuster but this time Genie slides down the back of Celeste and rakes her eyes on the way down. Celeste grabs at her eyes which allows Genie to connect with “Killing You Hoes” (Banks Statement). Genie wrenches hard on the lock and Celeste has no choice but to submit. However Carlson doesn’t let the hold go. The referee starts screaming for her to let go but she doesn’t budge. A chant for CJ starts but the camera then switches to a shot of backstage where we see Eli Carlson has CJ Cross pressed against a wall with his foot in his throat. Eli then drops to the ground and starts firing punches on CJ. The camera goes back to the ring where Genie still won’t let go. Finally security is sent out to the ring and pulls Carlson off of Celeste. Medical then makes its way into the ring to check on Celeste.
Winner: Genevie Carlson
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The scene opens up showing the newly crowned SAP North Atlantic Champion, Ashley Maldano standing backstage. She’s dressed in her newly shown off ring gear as flaunted on Twitter, smirking proudly and cheesey with her newly polished belt on her shoulder. As she looks into the cameras, she grits her teeth before speaking.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Well well well...look and see what is standing right before your very eyes. The South Side Slugger standing before you is FINALLY the North Atlantic Champion. Did any of ya’ll honestly expect that?
She laughs out loudly shaking her head hearing the boos and jeers coming from the fans. Without hesitation, Ashley looks down at her belt with a grin.
ASHLEY MALDANO: You all thought Felix had this on LOCK but look. LOOK WHAT I DID! I dethroned the FORMER FACE of SAP right before your very eyes! You all should be on ya hands and knees PRAISING me because I allowed you all to have such a high quality match to be entertained by! You all entered the world of SLAAAASH taking over the entire North Atlantic bracket! I had warned each and every one of you that I was the future of this industry and I was going to be a name to look out for and here we are...on our way to exactly what I said was going to happen.
Ashley gloats before rubbing her hand on her championship, nodding her head.
ASHLEY MALDANO: As our new champion I will do our former champion pride. Why? Because I respect the hell out of that man...which is more I can say for most of you watching. He showed he had a unique sense of care for this prize, which is respectable. But I am going to do this belt and bracket better than Felix did. I am going to make this division MINE...I mean...it already is isn’t it?
Her crimson smile spreads across her face like the chesire cat as she licks her lips making eye contact with the camera lens, before tilting her head down to face her belt. She didn’t change her facial expression, but instead got more confident and passionate with each intense word spoken.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Take a look at my pathetic joke of a competitor tonight. She probably can’t even tell the difference between her head and ass and she’s supposed to be in the running for this? Are you kidding me?? THIS SHIIIT IS FUNNY!
Ashley busts out in laughing as she stomps her foot on the ground, her combat boot sounding loud as she can’t help herself as she laughs.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Desiree Jenkins is the biggest piece of trash there is on this roster...and that’s saying a lot considering some of the people that were here...or still here.
She winks, giving a side eye.
ASHLEY MALDANO: This idiot can’t even get the day right of when she’s supposed to be fighting me for THIS and ya’ll think it’s perfectly okay to keep this ho in this match?! That’s straight up rude and disrespectful!
Ashley shakes her head before snatching her belt off her shoulder holding it up in the air. She looks up and shakes her head before spitting at the ground, rubbing her boot over it.
ASHLEY MALDANO: This waste of space with tits is nothing in SAP and will continue to be nothing. Tonight she will get a one night blessing stepping her scary looking ass inside the ring with me. She will get that ass whooping her mom probably should have gave her early on and owe me a thank you letter at the end of it for making her semi famous for one night only. This North Atlantic Championship is about respect and honor and if TRASH like this is gonna show up in my ring and even claim to be a worthy contender for this?
She smirks, shrugging her her shoulders before slapping her hand on her championship.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Then they can kiss my flawless ass and get the throat stomp they rightfully deserve. Desiree, strap in your seat belt good and tight as this ride is gonna be too much for you to handle. Allow me to show you how us south siders exterminate unwanted roaches from our turf.
She smiles proudly, before blowing a kiss to the camera before turning away.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Count your blessings and say your prayers I decide to have a heart tonight and actually allow for you to come back in my ring after this, Dessy. I’ll be seeing you shortly…
Ashley says chillingly as she turns away clutching onto her championship tightly, walking off into the spotlight…
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Great American Title Match[/u]
Rachel Redding (c) vs. Nick Redfield[/b]
Both competitors looked focused as the circled each other at the start of the match. Rachel landed a few jabs to the body as she used her spectacular speed to tag Nick and then keep moving. Nick was starting to look a little frustrated as he was having trouble finding a way to get hold of Rachel. When she comes in again he drops to the mat and sweeps out her legs. Redding crashes to the mat and Redfield is all over it. He dives on top of her and pulls her up for a piledriver. Redding lands hard and looks a little dazed. She rolls over to a spot where one of her legs are under the bottom rope preventing a pin. Nick isn’t having it and grabs the other leg and starts to pull her out. It then seems it was a trap as Rachel spins her body around and grabs Nick’s ankle. She grapevines the leg and takes Redfield to the ground locking Nick in “Trauma Center”. Redfield is in pain but knows he’s in a rough spot and claws his way to the ropes. Redding breaks it and Nick rolls to the outside. Rachel sees this and follows suit. Once on the outside Rachel begins to land her trademark stomps onto a grounded Redfield. As Redding pulls up Nick he shoves her off sending her into the ringpost. Redding slides down the post as she lets out a grimace. Redfield gets to his feet and sees Rachel and sprints catching her with a penalty kick with her back against the steel. Redding looks to be in pain but as Nick looks like he’s going to re-enter the ring she tackles him to the ground. She gets the mount and lands some hard forearms before she gets back to her feet. As she is about to climb up on the apron Redfield now grabs hold of her. Nick spins her around and hooks her for “Taxi Driver” (package piledriver) right on the floor. Nick gets up and slides into the ring. Redding is slow to get up and when she gets her hands on the apron the ref calls for the bell. The referee calls Nick the winner by count out and Redding just shakes her head on the outside. She walks over to the announce table and grabs the Great American Title off of it and starts to walk away. Nick tries to yell something to her but she waves him off.
The crowd in the Palumbo Center is still buzzing after the controversial end to the Great American Championship match. Some of the crowd is chanting nasty words, while there are smatterings of boos. However, some unfamiliar music begins to play over the PA system. The opening guitar riffs of “Champion” by Fall Out Boy echo throughout the arena, leaving the crowd confused.
“Champion, champion…”
The lights begin to dim, causing the crowd to become even more confused.
“I’m calling you…
….from the future….
...To let you know we’ve made a mistake…”
….from the future….
...To let you know we’ve made a mistake…”
The curtain parts, and a figure backs into view of the camera, a hood over their head to mask their identity.
“And there’s a fog from the past that’s giving me…
...giving me…
….such a headache…”
...giving me…
….such a headache…”
The music drops out for a second, but when it kicks back in, the figure spins around and tosses the hoodie back to reveal Fujiko Mine!
The sold out crowd’s confusion turns immediately to shock and elation as the place erupts upon seeing the Apex Goddess at an SAP event. Xena emerges from the curtain, towering behind Fujiko like a skyscraper. The former FGA Pride champion beams widely, soaking in the adulation from the crowd as “Champion” continues to play in the background.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Fujiko slaps the hands of those who are near her as she strides towards the ring. Xena, meanwhile, stays stoic as she follows. She hops onto the apron, then looks out at the capacity crowd. She poses on the apron, taking in the deafening crowd’s yells and cheers. She slips through the ropes and calls for a microphone.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Fujiko is handed the microphone as Xena moves into position behind her. The music slowly fades, and Fujiko saunters around the ring for a moment or two. The crowd continues to chant and cheer as Fujiko slowly raises the microphone to her lips. The crowd finally begins to die down, allowing Fujiko to speak.
Fujiko Mine: Spirit and Pride…
The crowd cheers loudly, catching Fujiko a bit by surprise. She recovers with a glowing grin.
Fujiko Mine: ...Your Goddess has arrived.
She can’t do a thing to stop the wide grin as the crowd cheers.
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
“FU-JI-KO!”
Fujiko Mine: Now, let’s get the elephant in the room out of the way. Phoenix called me a few weeks ago and asked me if I had any interest in coming here. So I took a look at a couple of shows. I watched from the back...avoiding the tabloid reporters and such to keep things under wraps. I even avoided some faces that would recognize me...and I saw people like Aurora Jansen and Masaru Inoue showing up…
The crowd boos.
Fujiko Mine: Even Genie and Eli Carlson…
The crowd boos even more.
Fujiko Mine: And someone like your current Great American champion Rachel Redding, who just lost this match via countout.
The jeers keep coming.
Fujiko Mine: And I thought? That seems like a lot of healthy competition. That seems like a place that Fujiko Mine could see herself a part of. So I told Phe that on December 8th, 2017...Fujiko Mine was coming to Spirit and Pride. And she was coming, for the competition.
Fujiko’s face hardens a bit.
Fujiko Mine: Speaking of your Great American champion..I wanna test this nickname she seems to be walking around with. Big match Rachel? Well, if you want to show everyone that that nickname isn’t just for show?
A slight cock of her eyebrow. Behind her, Xena does the same in a strange bit of synchronicity.
Fujiko Mine: Then your Goddess will be waiting…
She winks, and “Champion” by Fall Out Boy blasts over the PA system. Fujiko tosses the microphone back to the ring announcer. She poses in the ring, allowing to the fans to take photos and cheer before she gets out of the ring and heads to the back again.
Winner: Nick Redfield by count out
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When the scene comes up in the back after her rough match, Celeste is shown up on the trainer’s table getting checked out. The match saw Genevie do all that she could to cheat her way to a win, including a post-match attack which her and Eli orchestrated making sure that CJ could not come and make the save.
Trainer: While you will be sore for the next couple of days, you are going to be okay Celeste. I would like you though to stay here for a moment and rest, I will be back to clear you in a couple minutes. Got it?
Celeste would rather roam the halls and find Genevie and stick her foot up her ass, but she reluctantly agrees.
Celeste: Fine.
The trainer shakes his head a bit knowing how hard it is working with wrestlers. All of them are stubborn as mules. Once he heads out of the room, Celeste reaches up with her left hand and begins to try and rub the knot out of her neck. It was just one of the painful areas of her body at the moment, as she also feels a headache coming on.
CJ: Who in the HELL do those two boneheads think they are!?
After getting free and finally being able to get to Celeste, CJ makes his way into the room and promptly begins to wear a hole in the floor in front of Celeste.
CJ: They think they are funny don't they!? Eli and Genevie have NO idea what can of worms they just opened up!
Celeste: CJ..
Her low tone falls on deaf ears as he continues to do no favors for her sore neck, making her feel like she's watching a tennis match.
CJ: I will let you take care of Genevie, but next time I see Eli, it is going to take the whole SAP roster to tear me off of him!
Celeste: CJ.
Her tone of voice this time was a little louder, but it still falls on deaf ears.
CJ: I will mess up his face so badly that his Mom will not be able to recognize him!
Celeste: CONNER!!!!
He took a lot of what might she had left to yell his name, which this time snaps him out of his zone and stops to focus on his injured girlfriend.
CJ: Oh, I am sorry babe, are you okay?
Celeste sighs a bit knowing she cannot fault him for being mad nor does she really want to yell at him at this moment.
Celeste: Can you hop up behind me and take over rubbing my neck please.
He quickly agrees as he sits up on the bed behind her and begins to use his fingers to try and work the knots out of the area for her.
CJ: I may have went off the deep end, but I meant what I said Celeste, we will get them back for this.
Celeste: Yes we will, and we will figure out a way later CJ, there’s nothing we can really do about it tonight. Right now, I just need you here with me.
CJ: I am not going anywhere.
Part of CJ feels like he let her down not being there for her. He knew it was not his fault as Eli kept him away, but still in a man's mind, he feels like he failed.
Celeste: Good, now keep rubbing.
She tilts her head to the right giving him better access to her neck.
CJ: Yes ma'am!
While the two continue to wait on the trainer to clear her, Celeste relaxes back against her boyfriend as the scene fades away to black.
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North Atlantic Championship Match[/u]
Ashley Maldano vs. Desiree Jenkins[/b]
Ashley looks annoyed with Desiree before the bell even rings. Once it does Desy shows she isn’t joking around and backs Ashley up in the corner and unleashes her “Blond Rage” chop combo. Slashley eats a bunch of them before she pie faces Jenkins off. Desy comes charging back in and Maldano side steps and now drives her into the corner. Ashley starts clubbing away at Jenkins with some hard blows. She then backs up and comes back into the corner hitting Jenkins with an avalanche that has Desy crumbling to the mat. Ashley pulls Desy to the middle of the ring by her hair which gets her some boos. As Maldano pulls Jenkins up Desy shifts her weight and lands a judo throw that takes Maldano down. Desy quickly climbs on top and gets the full mount. Desy starts throwing punches and Ashley sticks her arms up to block them but that’s exactly what Jenkins wanted. Desy grabs and arm and then spins her body locking in a cross armbreaker. Ashley immediately knows this isn’t good and starts rolling. She manages to clasp her hands together to relieve the pressure. Ashley then gets to a base and starts to lift Desiree up into the air. Desiree knows she doesn’t want to be slammed and let’s go landing on her feet. Maldano is quick and throws a roundhouse kick that catches Desiree hard and sends her stumbling. Maldano grabs her and then lifts her up and connects with the “AshFall” (Sitout inverted front powerslam). Maldano goes for the cover and gets the three count.
Winner: Ashley Maldano
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As Desiree Jenkins has just walked behind the curtain and is headed back to her locker room looking upset after her hard fought match she is passed by Luca Di Paolo with Roxanne and Foxanne on each arm.
Luca pauses for a moment and looks Desiree up and down and just laughs before continuing to walk away.
Desiree just looks confused for a moment before she just shakes it off and continues off to her locker room.
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As the scene cuts to backstage, the figure of the reigning SAP National Champion Brendan Samuels can be seen pacing the halls. He is already in his ring gear ahead of his title match with Terrence Tillman, his National title around his waist along with the Twin City Interstate belt over his shoulder. He wears his customary Hawaiian shirt, but is devoid of his traditional Black Flag, having passed that over to Phoenix at the last show. After his exploits elsewhere, along with what occurred at the last SAP broadcast he does not seem in the mood to speak. This is proven as Yasmeen Sherazi appeared, asking questions about his feelings about what happened during his match with Brandon Banks, when Steel and Tillman decided to interfere. He was silent, but not exactly impolite, giving curt nods as he continued on his journey. When asked on his thoughts about the match, he was equally silent, as was he when questioned about the well spoken about back and forth he had over social media with the recently signed Eli Carson. Samuels merely smiled, continuing his pace as he readjusted the belt on his shoulder. He then was asked about the reasoning behind him handing his infamous Black Flag over to Phoenix, which only drew a wider smile. He paused in his steps, tapping his nose as the interviewer looked on confused. Samuels then made a move to walk on further, the interviewer crying out desperately for any answer at all to his questioning. The Kraken grinned once more, those icy blues staring a hole in her.
“Actions not words,” he responded, giving her a tip of his hat as he turned, pacing off into the distance as he attempted to go out and defend his title once more.
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National Championship Match[/u]
Brendan Samuels vs. Terrance Tillman[/b]
As the bell rings the two men meet in the middle. Samuels towers over Tillman but it doesn’t stop Tripple T from talking trash. Tillman then shoved Samuels. Brendan just shook his head and then dropped Tillman with an axe bomber. Tillman scrambles to get back to his feet but Samuels already has a hold of him and lifts him up for a shoulder breaker. Tillman is already starting to look in rough shape as Samuels picks him up again but Triple T gets some separation and drives a knee into the gut of Samuels and follows that up with a dropkick to the knee that drops Samuels down. Terry heads for the ropes and rebounds, Samuels gets to a knee and eats a shining black from Tillman. Samuels hits the mat and Tillman goes for a quick cover but Brendan kicks out right before the two is counted. The two get to their feet and it’s Samuels who strikes first with a boot to the gut before he connects with the “Immram Buster” (slingshot brainbuster). The crowd then begins to make some noise as Vince Steel has come through the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He starts pounding on the apron telling his cousin to get up. Samuels points to Steel and tells him to stay out of this. Tillman sneaks up behind Samuels and connects with a tiger suplex. Terry gets back up and lands a number of stomps on the champ. Tillman then pulls Samuels up and whips him into the corner. Tillman then rushes in but Samuels moves out of the way and Tillman goes through the middle rope and hits the post. Samuels pulls Tillman back through the ropes and connects with a huge release german suplex. Samuels then gets up and heads for the ropes but as he rebounds Steel grabs his legs causing him to crash to the mat. The crowd let’s out a ton of boos as Tillman gets up and then gets to Samuels who was getting to a knee. As he has Samuels up he connects with the “Top-Tier-Takedown” (Leaping Reverse STO). Tillman then heads for the top rope but the crowd lets out a pop this time as Brandon Banks has made his way out from the curtain holding his neck with one hand while pointing at Steel and Tillman with the other. Steel walls around the ring to face Banks. Tillman jumped down from the top rope and then leans over it to yell down at Banks. Samuels has made his way back to his feet. He grabs Tillman from behind and locks him up hitting “Mac Lir” (millennium suplex). Samuels gets the cover and the three count. Steel turns around when he hears the bell thinking that his cousin has picked up the win but is surprised when it’s Samuels he sees getting his hand raised. Steel climbs up on the apron but Banks swoops in and pulls one of Steel’s legs off causing him to land face first on the apron. Banks then slides into the ring. Samuels grabs Tillman and whips him through the middle rope to the outside. The show ends with Samuels and Banks trading words with The Fam.
Winner: Brendan Samuels