Post by Avery Quinn on Mar 1, 2018 15:06:35 GMT -5
Text message from Celeste: Hey honey, can you stop by the locker room in about five minutes? I have a surprise waiting for you."
As the scene comes up in the backstage area, the camera shows CJ in the hallway in front of the locker room door. When you get a text like that from your girlfriend, you do not wait very long to respond and you don't dare be late. Once he opens the door and notices that it is sitll dark in the room. She must not have made it back just yet... or did she? His naughty thoughts don't come true as he flips on the light and notices no one is around. Something does catch his eye though, in the middle of the room is a table with a vase full of flowers and a bag of gummy bears propped up against it.
CJ: Celeste... You did not have to..
He says softly to himself as he walks closer to the table and lets the door shut behind him. It does not dawn on him that it is a little odd for a girl to give a guy flowers, that is until he takes out the card and reads it out loud.
CJ: Sure hopin' your lil gal likes these flowers I got fo-'er. I got those gummies for you, hope you do not choke on dem durin' one of yer tantrums...
CJ does not bother to read the rest of it, he just crumbles up the card in his now clinched fists as his anger begins to boil over.
CJ: That mother....
He stops himself before dropping the card out of his hand and trying to calm himself down with some deep breaths. Though when that does not work, the vase full of flowers goes flying across the locker room and the glass vase shatters everywhere upon impact of the concrete wall.
Celeste: CJ! What in the hell!?
CJ look of anger and rage turns and focuses on Celeste who now stands in the doorway, thankfully coming just after the impact of the vase.
CJ: I am going to kill that goat lover!
Not that the table did anything, but in his rage, CJ shoves the table over.
Celeste: Matt?
CJ: If you are not going to take care of him like you said you would, then I will do it for you Celeste!
Celeste: CJ, he just means well.
CJ: Means well? Are you being that naive right now!? He does not mean well, he wants you Celeste and he is using you to get to me!
Celeste glances over at the flowers on the ground and back over at CJ as he continues.
CJ: And here I figured that when you texted me to meet you in five minutes and you had a surprise for me that it would be something good.
Celeste blinks quickly for a second and a blank look comes across her face.
Celeste: Text? I have not texted anyone in the last hour, I have been busy getting ready and grabbing a bite in catering.
CJ: Yeah? Well what was this?
CJ pulls out his phone from his pocket and opens up their text thread and shows her the recent text message he got from her.
Celeste: I did not send this CJ, my phone has been in my purse the whole day other than....
CJ: Then what?
Celeste: Nothing..
CJ: Tell me!
Celeste: Matt said he forgot his phone in his truck and he needed to make a phone call...
There goes that big ball of anger again..
CJ: I hope there's room in the morgue.
Celeste: CJ! STOP!
Celeste puts her hand forcefully on his chest, stopping his advance to the door.
Celeste: I told you that I would take care of this and I will!
CJ: You talk a good game Celeste, but I have yet to see any sort of change in this situation.
Celeste: You got to trust me CJ... Just go and take a walk or something and try to focus on Ashley, she is a tough cookie to crack and you will need to be on your game.
CJ: Yeah... Well if you see Matt, tell him I got him a toe tag with his name on it!
Not in a disrespectful manner, but CJ brushes Celeste's hand off of his chest before he storms off past her and out of the locker room. Leaving her to look around at the damage to the room that CJ caused with a worried look on her face.
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Cavalcade Qualifier
Celeste vs. Nora Harris
Ashley Maldano made her way down to the commentary table to join the crew as this match started. Both competitors looked incredibly focused but Celeste took the advantage early. She connected with a series of forearms before backing Nora up against the ropes. She whipped her to the opposite side of the ring. On the rebound Celeste hit Harris with a sling blade. Nora looked to be in a bit of trouble but everyone in the crowd knew she wasn’t going to give up. Celeste worked over Nora a little further and then whipped her into the corner. Celeste rushed in but Nora leapt up to the top rope as Celeste came crashing in. Harris then hit Celeste with a tornado ddt. Celeste powdered out to the floor to avoid being covered for a pin. Maldano began to criticize Celeste heavy on the outside and wasn’t quiet about it, allowing Celeste to hear her. Celeste got to her feet and began to argue with Maldano right on the outside. The two went back and forth until Ashley told her to be more worried about Nora. As Celeste turned around Harris came jumping off of the apron and landed a hurricanrana right on the floor. Celeste looked to be hurting as Nora rolled her into the ring. Harris wasn’t going to waste anytime. She picked up Celeste and put two fingers to her mouth in a shush motion making most of the crowd go silent except for Maldano who screamed “Celeste sucks”. Nora then connected with the “Code of Silence” (fall away DDT style move with spinning impact). Harris got the cover and then the three count.
Winner: Nora Harris
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The camera goes backstage, where DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, already changed into ring gear with his leather jacket on top, stands once more with Yasmeen Sherazi, mic in hand.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Here we are with one of the already qualified wrestlers for the Cavalcade match, as well as one of the chosen to represent SAP in the Global Frontier event…”
Mariano is about to say something, but Yasmeen Sherazi is not yet done.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “... DA #TROLL GUY, Manny Fernanny!”
Mariano is slack-jawed, as his cheeks begin to flush with red.
Mariano: “... God DAMNIT MANG!”
Yasmeen chuckles, seeing Mariano’s annoyance.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “I’m sorry, it was funny!”
Manny rolls his eyes, sighing resignedly.
Mariano: “... Bah!” (Shaking his head, he mellows out) “Anyway, how you doing, mang? Once again great to be here in Moose on the Loose… wait a second, there’s not an ACTUAL moose on the loose is there?”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (Somewhat confused) “Umm, no, I don’t think there is, Manny.”
Mariano: “Better not, ‘cause I forgot to bring my rifle...”
Yasmeen gives him a scared look, but Mariano lifts his hands up.
Mariano: “... Juuust kidding, mang. I ain’t the animal harming type.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (Rolling her eyes) “Moving on…”
At that moment, Mariano’s friend and tag team partner Trixie comes into the frame of things wearing her usual ring gear, seeing him.
Trixie: “Hey, Manny. I thought I'd find you and give you a couple of pointers on how to win against Stone Hendrix while I get ready to face a guy who works probably as much as I do.”
She chuckles, referencing her and Joe's intense schedule and many crossovers.
Trixie: “Unless you're still talking about rifles and… Sport?”
She didn't really hear the full conversation and made an assumption.
Mariano gives her a smile and a friendly hug.
Mariano: “Oi! Trixie! No problem, mang, don’t worry - just making a joke about catching a moose on the loose. I know Stone Hendrix’s had a streak until you were the one to break it, but even so I don’t mean to put him down. Anything you can tell me will be most welcome!”
She shifts her hips to the side, hand on her hip and smiles his way.
Trixie: “Well, he's quite a strong one. But I think it was just me being generally nimble and my tactical style left him in a new depth. So be spontaneous, in the ring and with Paige too if you're not.”
And Trixie nods confidently, almost giving herself advice for Joe as she spoke to Manny. At the mention of his girlfriend Paige, he blushes once again.
Mariano: “Why you gotta bring that up now, mang?” (He pouts once more, then back) “And I know Joe Stanton likes to fight. Hell, he doesn’t even care about the outcome, he’s happy JUST dishing out - and probably taking it too. So if I can repay the favor to you, chica, I say be relentless. Don’t give him a moment to breathe. Anytime you see him coming, go at him first and don’t let him go. And…” (he winks) “... if he goes for that Shoryuken of his, get out of the way and kick him mid-air. Always works in Street Fighter.”
Yasmeen Sherazi turns her head from Manny to Trixie, not understanding a word they’ve just spoken.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Uh, sorry to interrupt the friendly moment, but Manny, Stone Hendrix isn’t your only opponent tonight. You also have L’Aquila Dorata, Luca di Paolo, coming straight off a loss to Rachel Redding.”
Trixie: “Yeah, Manny...!”
Trixie adds in to tease. Mariano sighs, resignedly, knowing he too was in that position not so long ago.
Mariano: “No shame in that, mang. She beat me too in Vengeance Pro. And he made it to the Cavalcade, so I guess there IS something we can say about his ability…”
He makes a doubtful face.
Mariano: “... if it weren’t for the fact that he spent an entire god damned month trying to get inside her head only to backfire in the end.”
He breaks into a slow, monotone clap.
Mariano: “Bravo, mang. Great work.”
Yasmeen frowns.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “He told me to find better clothes the one time I approached him for an interview.”
Mariano nods, sympathizing.
Mariano: “These high class pretty boy types, mang, they’re all about the same. An Italian name, some fancy clothes, a stick up their ass and some lady or two to act as their beard. Pardon me for not being scared. In any case, and I know this may sound unprofessional, chica, but ain’t nothing wrong with your clothes. You wear them well too!”
It’s Yasmeen’s turn to nod now, giving him a little smile. Trixie casually watches the two unfold with a pudding cup she begins to eat.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Why thank you, Manny Fernanny.”
Mariano: (caught off guard again) “WHAT THE FUCK!” (Biting his tongue once again, he looks away for a split second) “I mean, no problem, mang.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Now Trixie, since you’re here, I’m going to ask you about your match. What are your impressions on Joe Stanton and what would you say winning this means to you?”
Trixie: “Well I've been here for a few weeks, and apart from this one defeating me, I've done pretty well. So winning this would maybe give me a bit of a notice around here that the Prime Girl is totally going to be wearing gold. Joe has held gold in a couple of places, great veteran you could say with all his match experience. But he could totally mess up, he could be just that much too slow and end up eating a superkick and leaving me with a win.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Do you feel a win here will get you noticed in the eyes of management, or would you rather think they are already watching you given your record?”
Trixie: “Well I have a couple of people watching because it's me, sweetie pies just taking notice which is totally amazing but I do think that management know my record, I'm showing I'm a great signing for SAP and after Joe, they might have some opportunities knocking at my door.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: “And let’s hope they’re not long to come your way. Now Manny, speaking of opportunities, you’ve just taken place representing SAP in the Global Frontier event. How do you feel about your performance there?”
Mariano takes his hand to his chin, thinking.
Mariano: “Well see, mang - I can’t be happy about losing. No one can ever be. In my own personal case it hit kinda hard too because Blaise Fader, who eliminated me, also beat me in Japan when we faced one on one…”
He frowns, but there’s no malice or resentment in his voice or his eyes. He throws his hands as if weighing things on a scale.
Mariano: “... But on the other hand, chica, I had my share of eliminations there, and among 31 people, with names like Fujiko Mine, Elijah Carlson (who went on to win it in the end), Nick Redfield and Vince Steel, I was among the final four. Just on that alone, I can’t say it’s a poor showing. Not to mention, it was Blaise god damned Fader, mang. What praise can I, or anyone, say about her that hasn’t been already said?”
Manny then snaps his fingers, as if he’s just got to a conclusion.
Mariano: “In the end though, it goes like this. I did promise I would do my best to pay Phoenix Quagliaterre back for having included me in the chosen to represent SAP, and I was the other name there, along the actual winner, who was last to go. That can’t be ENTIRELY bad, chica- especially with just two matches in my time here. Should be a good sign for her that she wasn’t wrong after all.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (nodding) “When you put it like that, it’s hard to disagree. Now, to conclude, anything you’d like to say to your opponents before the match?”
Mariano turns to the camera.
Mariano: “Hey yo. Stone Hendrix and Luca Di Paolo. Just like me, chicos, you get to ride in the Cavalcade - where the ten finest bred horses in SAP will display the utmost of their skills.”
He cocks his head to the side, clenching his fist.
Mariano: “But for a fine steed to gallop, they must first learn to canter, and that’s what this match is about. It falls upon you, just as it falls upon me, to make the people that came to see us get a taste, a small demonstration, of what they’re gonna witness when it’s time to ride.”
With that follows a nod, and an index finger pointed at the lens.
Mariano: “But Luca, I can tell by all you’ve done that you don’t realize this, mang. You’ve gallivanted around trying to play into ladies’ heads - and the one BIG chance you had, you let Rachel Redding get the best of you. Desireé Jenkins was your consolation prize, and the reason you’re here, so now you have a chance at redemption. You have a chance against someone still fairly new, who has however made more waves in the eyes of this company in two shows, than you have since October.
So I say, chico, come back to god damned reality. Forget what contempt you have. Forget however little who’s in front of you mean to you, and take this opportunity god damned seriously. You style yourself the Golden Eagle, so I’ll tell you in your own tongue:
Lascia l’Aquila Dorata volare, ti prego.
Because if you don’t, chico… I’ll be the one to knock your golden eagle, and your opportunity, off the sky.”
He pauses, taking a deep breath, then resumes.
Mariano: “... And speaking of opportunities, that brings me to Stone Hendrix. Unlike Di Paolo, you’re aware, mang. You know what this match entails. I appreciate you dropping my name, and your own is one I’ve heard as well. Like myself you’ve had two wins, and only one loss (he nods to Trixie), against a great wrestler I happened to beat in my debut here. But even if I’m not the Face of SAP, I’m one of the people this company has its eyes on, chico. They laid a burden on me since the moment I arrived. I must live up to that responsibility, and so help me Talos, I will.”
He raises his eyebrows, in an interrogating expression.
Mariano: “... Will you?”
His speech done, Mariano gives the mic back to Yasmeen Sherazi.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “That’s a message sent. Trixie, something you have to say to Joe Stanton?”
Trixie: I'd say he's got to be ready for everything tonight and hope his tenure in the King of Violence tour hasn't left him too bruised. Since I'm totally not holding back a single strike, it's just business.”
Trixie then turns to Manny and offers him a smile.
Trixie: “And Manny, I borrowed your towel since I had a bag emergency.”
Trixie hands him the towel from her bag now potent with her perfume that leaked. Mariano grabs it and smells, closing his eyes.
Mariano: “... You gotta tell me your brand, mang. Smells sweet as hell!”
Realizing something, however, he adopts a confused expression.
Mariano: “... Though I wonder what you were doing in my locker room anyway.”
Trixie: “It's Eau de Trixie, my own one. And I was just eating a thin crust pineapple pizza and left you half.”
Mariano’s eyes go wide and one more time his face goes red.
Mariano: “Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiixiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!!!”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (Awkwardly) “... Aaaaannnnd that’s getting a little too personal for this interview, so that’s a wrap. These were the Prime Girl Trixie and DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, right here on Moose on the Loose.”
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Trixie vs. Joe Stanton
Trixie vs. Joe Stanton
Trixie and Joe Stanton begin with a handshake before going into a lockup. The stronger Joe starts to push her back into a corner, but Trixie uses her reflexes to turn the tables on Joe and roll him into the corner. She quickly goes on the offensive, hitting Joe with snap kicks and forearms to try and stun him. She capped off her first sequence with a snapmare/low kick combo that got the crowd cheering, and netted Trixie a two count. She kept on the attack, thwarted by Joe blocking her from doing a fisherman’s suplex, setting her up with a knee trembler that got him a two count!
In the 5th minute, Trixie took back over after flipping out of a german suplex attempt and taking Joe out at the knees. Joe tried to get back to his feet, only to be hit by Trixie’s beautiful disaster (RKO) which got her another two count! She nodded, as if she knew it wasn’t going to be enough. She saw her chance, and went for her “Sexy Stunner” (Split legged stunner), but Joe blocked the move. Trixie spun around and swung, but Joe ducked, and then hit Trixie with the SHORYUKEN! Trixie hit the mat, and Joe covered for the victory!
Winner: Joe Stanton
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The scene is catering, where a random assortment of people have gathered to graze and munch on some grub. One such person walks into the scene in short order, Joe Stanton meanders around the tables to scope out all of the choices there are. His eyes are naturally drawn to the pies, subconsciously wetting his lips as he reaches for a plate. Except his hand doesn’t find a plate, it finds something much more fleshy & hand feeling which prompts him to turn to look at what he’s holding.
It is a hand!
”Oh! Hey, sorry.”
Stanton says as he looks up to find himself staring at his fellow roster member, Trixie.
Trixie: Aww, if you want to hold my hand you can, Joe.
Trixie says passing him over a plate and then grabs her own. She, herself, has her eyes on the chocolate muffin she shouldn't have. Joe scoffs and shakes his head, taking the plate with an appreciative nod.
”I think we’re both a little old to need the buddy system. Don’t you think?”
Stanton asks her with a smirk, he starts making his way down the line of food not far behind her. He glances over the items he’s passing over, his mind still fixed on that pie at the end.
Trixie: Maybe, sweetie.
Trixie says giving in to her chocolate cravings and adds the muffin to her tray along with a salad and soup.
Trixie: Welcome by the way. I totally forgot I hadn't welcomed you.
Following the leader, Stanton follows behind Trixie in the line and he smirks at her.
”Kind of did earlier in our match. But thanks, I appreciate it. Not many have, really. Not that I’m expecting a red carpet rolled out or anything.”
He somewhat jokes about their match earlier tonight, likely why both are hungry now. Joe gets a little more serious when he thanks her, bowing his head to her. His eyes try to act like they’re interested in any of the food Trixie & him are passing and he’s not going to just eat pie right now.
”Awesome job out there by the way. You were just as good as I thought you’d be.”
Stanton adds, smiling at her. It’s true he won, but he still would’ve considered it a good time regardless of the outcome. He likes somebody that can challenge him and Trixie definitely can.
Trixie: And next show, I will be better… If you think you can take me on back to back.
Trixie says giving him a smile, but a fierce look in her eyes eager and yearning for redemption. So close now, so close to the pie, Joe is practically licking his lips and his eyes are fixated on the dessert. This near trance like state is broken by the one thing that probably could, the mention of a fight. His eyes light up and a goofy grin spreads over his features.
”Again? Round two?! So soon?!”
Eagerly he takes a step in, arguably invading Trixie’s personal space bubble not that he notices. He’s too busy staring her in the eyes.
”Yes! Of course! I’d love to!”
He says with a fiery but excited look in his eyes. Trixie takes a spoonful of his dessert and tastes it.
Trixie: Good. Glad we got that settled.
She settles back into her neutral, friendly, bubbly sometimes flirty self. Giving him a smile.
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Cameras cut to Oliver Overton and Iris Hawthorne walking out of their dressing room. They don’t look to be in the best of moods.
Olly: Ever since we exercised our demons against those bimbos from Asia. Iris and I haven’t been seen as actual competition in the tag team division. Despite the fact we have gelled together. Tonight, we walk through hell and kick their fucking asses. It’s our time now.
Iris just smirks.
Iris: SAP Wrestling has no clue what kind of brutality comes from us. We were thrown together on a whim hoping to fizzle out. Well we are still together and have decided to call ourselves The OutKasts since that’s all we are anyway. My good friend Desy is an honorary member. Social Immorality will end and we will begin.
Iris and Olly don’t show any emotion as the cameras cut away.
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Cavalcade Qualifier
Matthew Gamble vs. Mystery Opponent
Matthew Gamble made his way to the ring to a pop from the fans as he slapped their hands as he made his way to the ring. Gamble entered the ring looking incredibly confident as he waited to see who would be coming to face him.
“Tom Sawyer” by Rush began to play through the speakers and the SAP faithful wasn’t sure what to believe, but soon they realized it wasn’t a joke as Tyberius King made his way through the curtain with the NKP Openweight title on one shoulder and a WCS Tag Team title on the other. The crowd let out a huge pop and a smile filled King’s face. He made his way to the ring and climbed inside. He handed off his titles to the ring attendant and met Gamble in the middle of the ring for a handshake before the bell rang.
Things changed however as soon as the bell rang. Gamble wasn’t going to waste any time with the veteran and went right after him. Matthew used his huge size advantage and started to beat away at King. He backed Ty into a corner and started to fire away with big shots. King dropped down for a double leg but hooked one of his legs in between Gamble’s so he could topple him down using his own weight. Gamble quickly sat up to try and prevent King from progressing any further. Matthew then began to club away at the back of King. Ty had to abandon his plan and just return to his feet. As Gamble started to get up King sprung again this time grabbing Gamble from the front and locking him in a guillotine choke. Gamble knew the urgency as Ty had it cinched in. Gamble lifted King up and rammed him right into the corner, which made him loosen his grip a little. Gamble repeated this till Ty let go. Matthew was starting to feel like he could do this. Then CJ Cross made his way to ringside and banged on the apron and caught the attention of Gamble. The two exchanged words long enough for King to shake the cobwebs. Cross then ran off but Gamble hung over the top rope yelling at him. King snuck up behind Gamble and lifted up the big man for a german suplex to the amazement of the crowd. Tyberius then floated it over into a rear naked choke completing “Checkmate” (german suplex floated over into rear naked choke). King had it in tight and Gamble had no choice but to tap out.
Winner: Tyberius King
After the match Gamble was looking highly disappointed. King stopped and shared some words of encouragement with him and told him to just keep going as he was someone with a lot of talent. King was then handed his two belts and celebrated with the fans in St. John’s.
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As Tyberius King made his way backstage Aleks Parker was already waiting for him with a microphone in hand.
Aleks: Ty do you have a minute.
King was all smiles as he stopped to reply.
Ty: Sure. What’s up?
Aleks: I just want to ask what everyone is thinking, why are you here?!
Ty just laughed and wiped the sweat from his face.
Ty: Well after getting eliminated from my battle royal at Global Frontier in Toronto I went backstage and headed for my locker room. To my surprise Avery and Marisol were waiting outside of it and wanted to talk to me. They told me about how they were in a jam about losing a competitor for this match. That they were looking for a replacement and didn’t have a lot of time to find one. So they wanted to go to someone who had a past with SAP. I agreed, now here I am.
Aleks: You haven’t appeared in the SAP ring in five months and now you find yourself headed to Cavalcade. How does that feel?
Ty just stopped and thought about it for a second.
Ty: Honestly it hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m going to be in the ring with a lot of tough competition and I don’t even know who I’ll be teaming with or against yet. All I want to do is make these fans happy. SAP will always hold a special place to me so I gotta make it worth it to them to get what they payed for. I also want to give a shout to Matthew Gamble. Kid has a lot of heart and a lot of talent and once he starts molding that it’s going to mean trouble for this roster.
Aleks: Ty it’s great to see you back around here and congrats on the win.
Ty: Thank you.
With that Ty continued on to the locker room.
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The show cuts backstage where interviewer Yasmeen Sherazi is standing by with “The New Standard” Nick Redfield. Decked out in his usual ring gear with the leather jacket over top, the former SAP X Champion smiles wide as his blue eyes lock on the camera in front of him. Inside the arena, a roar can be heard in approval of the young superstar.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Nick Redfield!
Nick Redfield: It’s a pleasure to be here, Yasmeen.
Yasmeen smiles and nods.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Two weeks ago, you came away with a big win in a triple threat match against Rachel Redding and Andre Holmes. Now tonight, you’re slated to compete in a six-person tag action alongside the duo of BGTL against fellow Cavalcade contender Eli Carlson and the Sadboiz. Where is your mind right now?
Nick smiles again and licks his chops as he takes a moment to digest Yasmeen’s opening question.
Nick Redfield: My mind is focused on the task at hand tonight, Yasmeen. Yes, it’s exciting to think about the Cavalcade match coming up and what it could mean for my future...but that’s the keyword there: future. I don’t like to make a habit of looking ahead, and I’m not going to make the mistake of doing that tonight when I have a pretty important match ahead of me which includes one of my Cavalcade foes, Eli Carlson. Fortunately, I’ve been paired with two competitors, Claire and Ximena, who I believe have the same mindset going into this match, and I think our being on the same page is going to play into our favor against three superb athletes in their own right.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Indeed your opponents tonight aren’t slouches by any means and they had some...less than kind things to say you over social media earlier in the week.
Nick scoffs.
Nick Redfield: That’s not really surprising though is it, Yasmeen? Eli, Marquis, Bryan Williams...that’s what they do. They’re keyboard warriors. They talk a big game when they’re sitting behind a computer screen or typing away on their iPhone riding home on the train, but guess what? Keyboard Warrior is not a prerequisite to success in this business. In fact, more often than not, the poor saps with the strongest Twitter fingers are usually the most underwhelming competitors once they step foot inside the squared circle.
He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
Nick Redfield: They’re clowns. And that’s the biggest difference tonight. Everything is a joke to them. They’re more concerned with making a mockery of this sport than they are taking advantage of the opportunities given to them and actually making an impact unless it includes pathetically crude antics that aren’t humorous to anyone but themselves. But to myself and my tag partners this evening, this match matters. Every single match matters. I don’t care if it’s an ironman match for the promotion’s biggest prize or a three-on-one handicap match against John Blade on a regular old Tuesday afternoon, I put my heart and soul into every moment I spend between those ropes, and that’s not going to change just because three goofs are standing opposite myself and my partners. We’re going into this match tonight planning on walking out winners. Doing so while also getting the last laugh versus those three?
A sly smirk stretches across his face.
Nick Redfield: That just sweetens the deal.
With nothing more to say, Redfield steps out of picture, leaving Yasmeen to herself as we fade.
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Michael Kelly vs. Allen Chaney
The bell barely had a chance to ring before Allen ambushed Michael Kelly, with Chelsea cheering the comedian on. Allen hit Kelly with a Lou Thesz press, pounding on him until the ref pulled him off. He then turned to Cosmo and began mocking his partner, which got Cosmo onto the apron. Allen then took advantage of the ref being distracted by Cosmo and poked Kelly in the eye. Kelly got back to his feet and began swinging wildly, with Allen ducking the swings easily. He took verbal jabs at Kelly, until a lucky swing caught Allen in the jaw. He stumbled back, and Kelly charged in the direction of Allen’s groan, only to be caught by a nasty dropkick, followed by Making pancakes! (running senton splash)
In the 4th minute, Allen continued controlling the match, trying to goad Cosmo into getting back on the apron. He engaged in a war of words as Chaney held Kelly down with a chinlock. The crowd got behind Kelly, ralllying him to his feet, but Allen used “Heckler Control” (Arm trap headbutts) to stop the rally. Allen then climbed the turnbuckle, and flipped off with the “WTFFFF” (Moonsault), which connected, but only got two!
In the 7th minute, Allen went for a powerbomb, but Kelly blocked it, actually powering Allen head over heels! He then began to mount a comeback, dropping Allen with dropkicks and knees to the sternum and abdomen. He then ripped off a VICIOUS clothesline, but only got two!
In the 9th minute, Kelly, seemed to be fully in control of the match, dropping the comedian with a huge brainbuster! However, Chelsea put Allen’s foot on the bottom rope, stopping the pin attempt! Cosmo saw this, however, and began to chase after Chelsea. This caught the referee’s attention, and he got out of the ring to try and stop the two outsiders from distracting from the match. Allen was able to get his bearings up enough to try and remove the turnbuckle pad, which Cosmo also saw. He took his attention away from the retreating Chelsea to try and stop Allen. The referee got back into the ring, just as Michael grabbed the preoccupied Allen and hit him with the Desti-Knee for the victory!
Winner: Michael Kelly
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You could sense the sudden change of energy once the cameras transitioned to the backstage area and the sights set on the eerie, dynamic duo that is “Hell Is Waiting”. Masaru Inoue was rubbing his left shoulder, slight wincing as he seemed to still be recovering from his appearance inside that Battle Royal Match to which his wonderful partner, Aurora was the last one standing but there was no smile on her face, neither was there one on Masaru’s. Olly, Masaru’s pet Owl was the only one who could break the stone faces and cause a smirk to appear.
Masaru Inoue: You always know the right things to say Olly to cheer all up. You caused me to grin but it doesn’t wipe away what just happened the other night at Global Frontier #8. I hurt...not because of me, but because of my Rori. That goddamned Grendel ruined the celebration we had in store for her!
His hand, banging across the top of the equipment box where his Owl sat upon made him jump backwards in shock. Masaru’s face was nothing pleasant to stare at for a long amount of time.
Masaru Inoue: It was supposed to be elegant and stuff. Tassels and everything falling from the ceiling. Celebration on the NEWWWW Crown Jewel CHAMPION! Another stellar accomplishment added to her resume but NO...dumb, dumb, dumb Grendel had to ruin it for me and everyone in that arena.
Aurora meanwhile seemed to have her attention elsewhere. Maz noticed quickly after no response. He rushed over towards her, standing a couple of feet in front of her.
Masaru: Grendel will be imprinted in your mind for awhile but you will get back on track. We both will as usual.
Aurora: His mistake is having something I want. I will get back up there, and I will have it. I’ve seen Brian Stryker already putting his best foot forward but it doesn’t matter if it’s GRENDEL, or him… or whoever. Though I suppose that in order to make my case I need to do a little more. Despite what I’ve already done, this is new territory. After all, when we stop learning new things, or reaching for them, I suppose that would be it.
A tiny, tiny evil smile comes to those plush lips.
Aurora: Fortunately for us, it is not in the picture, though we do have Hawthorne and Overton… and oh my. I feel a bit frisky, I feel a little aggressive. This should be fun.
Maz nods, bowing his head down. Tonight would be their “bounceback” against Hawthorne & Overton. His spirits were raised.
Masaru Inoue: Oh indeed! They our are punching bags tonight. You, I and Olly. We all get to feast well tonight.
Aurora: I promise you, Olly will do more than just feast. It’ll have a lovely side order of delight for everyone that watches.
Masaru Inoue: Hellfire and Brimstone awaits them. There will be no escape.
Aurora seems quite relaxed despite a few bruises that are evident on her pale skin, and she and Masaru give each other a little high five style bump of wrist to wrist as the cameras go elsewhere.
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Cavalcade Showcase
Mariano Fernandez vs. Stone Hendrix vs. Luca Di Paolo
The bell rang and Hendrix and Luca focused their attack on Mariano, the favorite in the match. The two backed him up into the corner and took turns stomping a mud hole in him leaving him down for the moment. Stone then turned on Luca and began to lay in on the rookie Italian hitting a series of moves in succession. Luca dropped to his knees at one point and tried to beg Stone off. Stone looked to the crowd for their opinion and they wanted to see Luca have his ass handed to him. Right as Stone was about to strike Mariano showed back up and caught him with a flying forearm to the back of the head. Luca thought he was in the clear until Manny caught him with a rolling koppu kick. It looked like Fernandez was right in the driver's seat when Vince Steel slid into the ring and hit Manny with a lariat from behind. Stone saw this and charged at Steel but then ate a big boot for it. Luca was just trying to escape when Steel grabbed him and slammed him into the ring with the “Hand of Steel” (iron claw slam). Steel demanded a microphone and told everyone in attendance that none of the other competitors in Cavalcade mattered. That this would be the same fate for all of them and that the only person who would be walking out alive would be him. Steel then exited the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Winner: Mariano Fernandex by DQ
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The scene opens up backstage a few hours before Moose on the Loose show begins. Jaser Cruz is shown leaning on a trunk while talking to woman backstage.
Jaser Cruz: A ten person tag match. What kind of nonsense is that? I didn’t come here for the gimmick matches. I came here to be taken seriously. I don’t get it I busted my ass off just to be stuck in sh*t like this.
Woman: Listen primo, I understand. I talked already to management and they said the idea was given to them by one of your teammates to put you in. A teammate that was impressed with you but wouldn’t reveal who it was.
Jaser can be seen rolling his eyes.
Jaser Cruz: What do you mean they wouldn’t tell you Kaliyah? Isn’t that what you’re here for now? To help make sure my career takes off. How aren’t you supposed to know these things ahead of time. I mean look at-
Jaser pauses as a familiar face walks into frame revealed to be none other than the SAP X Champion herself, Jessica Sears.
Jaser Cruz: Oh don’t tell me you had something to do with this did you Jess?
Jessica Sears: Hey, I'm not going to lie to you and say I had nothing to do with this. I mean you no harm, I promise. I see potential in you, Jaser. You’re a young kid in this business. I know how tough this industry can be on the young lions. I’ve seen the greatness your sisters have done in the business, especially Mariah. She's one of my closest friends.
Jaser Cruz: Ok but why help me? Like what are you trying to get out of this? Do you owe Mariah or something?
Jessica Sears: No, no, I don’t owe your sister anything. I promise she didn’t ask me to do this. It’s not about what I can get from you. Not everyone is out to gain something from you. Trust me. Help me help you. Give me a chance and I’ll have you climbing the ranks in no time.
Jessica pauses and smiles.
Jessica Sears: Take some time and think about it, okay? I’ll see you out there tonight.
Jessica walks off leaving Jaser and Kaliyah in disbelief as the scene fades out.
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Hell is Waiting vs. Outkasts
The bell rang and Iris started the match with Masaru. The two had no interest in locking up and went straight to trading blows back and forth. Maz started to take the advantage and ran for the ropes but Iris grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to the mat. She then pulled him up and whipped him into the corner. Hawthorne went for a stinger splash but Inoue moved out of the way and Iris came crashing into the corner. Maz started to drive knees into the back of Iris before he dragged her out of the corner and tagged in Aurora. Rori went to pull up Iris but she connected with a jaw breaker that stunned her. Hawthorne didn’t waste time and followed it up with “Liquid Transport” (belly to belly suplex). Iris then made the tag in to Oliver, the two quickly hit Aurora with a double suplex and then Iris went back to her corner. Oliver hit a few stomps on Rori before connecting with a leaping elbow drop. He went for a cover but Aurora kicked out at two. Olly slapped the mat in frustration and pulled Rori up again and landed a Saito suplex. Once again he hooked the leg for a cover but this time Masaru broke it up. This caused Hawthorne to enter the ring and the two quickly spilled to the outside. Aurora started to use the ropes to pull herself up. Overton saw this and lied in wait. As Rori got to her feet he sprinted looking to connect with a spear but she quickly evaded him and he went shoulder first through the ropes into the ring post. On the outside Maz saw this and whipped Iris into the ring steps. Inoue climbed up onto the apron and Aurora made the tag. As Overton came stumbling out of the corner Inoue connected with “Kill Shot” (shin kick to the neck). Overton went down and Maz made the cover, Iris tried to enter the ring but Aurora cut him off allowing Inoue to pick up the three count.
Winners: Hell is Waiting
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The crowd in St. John’s is going crazy as the action thus far as been crazy. They are softly talking when “Dark Horse” blares through the sound system. The crowd goes berserk as Desiree Jenkins steps out from behind the curtain. Loud “Desy” chants rock through the audience as she smiles at them.
She starts walking down the ramp and greets a few fans. She slides into the ring while clapping her hands together. She is given a microphone as her music slowly dies down.
Desy: What up SAP Nation? Are you having a grand ole time?
Cheers echo at her as she keeps smiling.
Desy: I’m glad because I came out here to let everyone know my goals in SAP haven’t been met. The road to those goals have taken various routes but trust me. I’m not going anywhere. Cartier, and everyone who thinks I can’t hang in this ring. Let me be the first to tell you this. I’m still here. I bet sooner or later you will leave. Because you’re not getting your way.
Desy pauses for a minute.
Desy: That’s my life story. I don’t always get the top matches or the best outcomes. I just give 100 percent. Wins may come but performing for these fans is what keeps me going. So SAP, it’s time for Desy to step up.
Desy smiles while tossing the microphone away and her music starts playing again.
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Kowloon Zombie is backstage pacing back and forth as Siberia Zombie stis on the floor and looks at a small mat on the floor. The mat has a three by three grid drawn on it. There are one to four pebbles in each square. She grunts and Kowloon goes over and squats in front of the mat. She notices the camera and points at the board.
Siberia Zombie: We do anything we can to prepare for our matches. This time we are in a giant ten person match with a high level of unpredictability. The teams look like they are put together at random but there is some logic there if you just look at the names. There is still that randomness that can occur in these matches and you can not take anything for granted. Not even the higher level of skill on one side of the ring. That is why we are doing this. It is a form of divination used around my part of the world . The squares represent a body part: eye, head, eye or hand, heart, hand. The number of the pebbles correspond to the elements. So you get things like horse on wind or sand in eyes. You interet them to give you insight into the past present and future.
Kowloon Zombie: Shaman type of things. No “Zombie tricks.”
Siberia Zombie: Right now we are looking at our opponents. It does not look good. Air in head is obvious and crosses all cultural lines. Horseman on wind could be problematic for us as the pace this team can set should be very rapid but nothing we haven’t handled in the past. Can’t say enough about our partners… I see they will be a muddled mess of a team… attention seekers the lot of them. I know they have interests out of the ring from being underwear athletes, to selfie professionals. Their passion for it is there. They also have a lot of hope and promise. They view the world with bright eyes and speak well. As for their fighting abilities… they exist.
These things might be enough for the average opponent, but they are facing something far better. Just with us on the other side their chances of victory fall. Our team members are also made of somewhat like minded warriors. They can be all witty and sassy but we find that such words rarely transfer over to reality when they are put to the test. Water in hand. The test they will be facing will be rough. I am getting that they can look for the good in the bad. It might do them well to see what they will be facing and to get acquainted to the reality here in SAP. We will be glad to introduce them to it.
Kowloon Zombie: It’s not just us, is it?
Siberia Zombie: The rest of our team is made up of individuals. If they cannot come together and work cohesively with us, then they also be tested. We will not have anything costing us a match this time. We will not have our names attached to another loss here. If they do not cooperate with us then they will be treated just the same as the bubbly-eyed children across the ring from us. They will be met with the reality of the best tag team in SAP.
Kowloon Zombie: That’s a fortune I can believe in.
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There’s a squeak of sneakers on tile as the ever joyful Nora Harris makes her way towards catering, her goal of course being to see if there were any good snacks left, as she is still sort of coming down off of the adrenaline high of her earlier match against Celeste. Her long dark curls are twisted up with a clip as they’re still damp from getting cleaned up and she’s wearing a simply enormous Spirit and Pride t-shirt over her jeans, big enough that she keeps having to adjust the neckline as it drifts off shoulder to shoulder. Her smile is wide and her eyes sparkling as she practically bounces as she moves, and it’s clear that yet again the little pixie cuteness is barely watching where she’s going as she flits her attention this way and that. As she turns around the corner, there is another figure standing there, in an open Hawaiian shirt and short sea blue ring tights and boots. The figure, smoking a Cuban cigar with a pair of shades on the edge of his nose peers at the over enthusiastic figure bouncing through the hallways with strange but silent curiosity, ice cold eyes following as he held onto the glistening golden belt that rested itself on his shoulder.
“Yer got springs in yer booties, lass?” he uttered as Nora passed, the SAP National Champion making reference to the way she walked.
“Huh?” Immediately and without thought the exclamation as Nora turned on a dime, one foot up and the other planted as she whirls, those big eyes taking in the sight of the notorious and mysterious Champion. She blinked and tips her head in a completely too adorable fashion and then she smiles wide.
“Oh hey! Uhm no, not really but I guess you might think so because I sort of…” She trails off and sort of blushes, looking down as she sets her other shoe on the tiles. “Bounce about backstage.”
“I noticed… nice effort out there,” Brendan Samuels uttered, pushing his shades back to the top of his head, which helped keep his silky soft curls at bay. Like a gentleman, he stubbed out his cigar, placing it in a small tin with a pirate ship emblem upon it, as he stood tall about the tiny high flyer. “Yer showing a fair bit of promise, kid. Getting yerself a bit of a reputation, all positive mind. Focused on the fight, rather than the game. It’s smart, too many lose themselves in the game.”
“Thank you.” It isn’t immediately certain if she meant the cigar, the courtesy or even what he’d said but her smile goes practically brilliant just the same as she looks up and up at him. “I had an exceptional trainer, and he wouldn’t have bothered if I wasn’t capable, but I know that just means I have to keep working harder so I don’t waste that. It was a lucky gift, and I’m a grateful individual, I guess. Family name only goes so far too, I can’t let myself get caught up in what people expect just because I’m a Harris. I have to… well I think you understand. You have kind eyes.”
Then of course she blushed brilliant red and lifted a hand up to cover her mouth, but of course was still talking. “I mean, perceptive eyes!” Brendan smiled at her words, nodding his head.
“Family goes a long way, sometimes positive, sometimes negative. Me Da… He were Priest Samuels. Had a little bit of a name in Canada, unknown in the States, respected in Japan but in Europe, and especially the U.K. and Germany… Boyo, he were the King. Yer can imagine the pressure me and the wee boyo, Ciaran had on us.” Samuels smiles, fond memories seemingly flowing through his mind. “Ciaran were always Ma’s boy, he took it in his stride. Plus, I were the one that trained him, so he had less expectation on his back. The wee lad is just as good as me though, taught him nigh on everything I know, and he has some sneaky tricks up his sleeve to boot. But me?” Samuels shook his head in that moment. “So many words, so many requests, so many expectations. Me Da only ever trained two people, me… and a fellow named Andreas Lasiewicz. Such names I had to live up to. Comment after comment, word after word. The pressure was unreal.” He grins widely, resting a hand on Nora’s shoulder. “Yer handle it much better than I did at that age. Yer take it in yer stride, yer bounce along with it. For any youngster in this business, the way yer carry yerself is an inspiration.”
“Wow.” It was a simple and totally artless exclamation, completely sincere as the way she lit up showed. “I would love to hear stories about that sometime, if you wouldn’t mind… we, our family, the wrestling isn’t so much a… well like, we’re the first generation that’s done it. It’s all us cousins and just into everything. But you don’t need to hear me go on.” She made wide gestures with her hands and laughed, almost as if she were trying to hide behind them. “But thank you for that too. I just sort of try to take in everything I can, and improve what I can, because if you don’t this business will grind you down and step on you and I’m blathering on like you don’t already know all this.” She gave him a cute and somewhat rueful look as her hand reached up and patted his where it rested on her shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m really an inspiration, but I think, that I could grow to be.”
“I hear the voices, and for the younglings, yer are.” he politely said. “Do yer know why I don’t go on the endless rants here? The long, overdrawn promos? The neverending speeches of why and how? Why I don’t sit in front of the camera for hours on end telling the world what I’m going to do, how I’m going to do it and why I’m going to do it?”
Nora tips her head back just a bit so she can better look him in the eyes and then of course negates that with a little nod. “I think so. I think, it’s because you’d rather show them how good you are, than tell them over and over what their eyes should have already gathered, right?”
“I am the wrestling,” he uttered. “And no matter how good the Eli’s, Fujiko’s, Jessica’s and Redding’s are, they all have to realize that. And words will never convince them otherwise. Neither will the world. And they are good, great even. But there is so much focus on words when actions are what makes a champion. Words begin attention, sure. But actions, actions are what people remember. So I show them exactly who I am, and then… then they all know my name.” He placed a finger under Nora’s chin, lifting her face so he could make eye contact with her. “One day, if yer keep this up, they may know that about you too.”
“I will.” Her voice is still bubbling with that energy she has, but there’s a tiny hint of pure resolve. “It’s like my music says, and I know people laugh because of who sings it, but it’s true. I won’t give up, and I won’t give in. I’m in it until I reach the end, and then I’ll figure out what comes after.” She smiled at him again and then suddenly laughs a bit. “Gosh you’re really tall, this close up!”
Brendan couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “Yer keep bouncing, and yer will reach heights untold.” He grinned, lowering his shades once more. “Sometimes looking through the trees to feel as small as you can helps more than standing on top of the mountain looking down below.” He gave her another polite nod, before stepping back to leave. “Wish ye well on yer voyage. Sure we will meet again.”
Nora watched as he stepped back to go, and she suddenly grinned. “I bet we do! Maybe someday for the best prize of all! Good luck tonight!” She turned back to her own original path, almost skipping as she headed off snack seeking. Brendan paced away, keeping an eye on the youngster as she bounced away.
“The rate yer going, sooner than yer think.” He grinned before turning away and heading towards the curtains, knowing he had a huge matchup tonight alongside four of the best, and against five of the best.
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CJ Cross VS Ashley Maladano
The match was action packed as CJ and Ashley traded quick moves to one up another. Ashley pummeled CJ with a double leg slam followed by a springboard arm drag. Cross retaliated with a belly to belly suplex and a top rope moonsault. The match was very back and forth until Matt Gamble ran out!
He dove right into the ring and gored CJ off his feet! Only a second later, Celeste hops the barricade and jumps into the ring to hit Ashley in the back with a dropkick! And as if this couldn't get any crazier, Nora Harris runs down the the ring as well! She jumps in as Ashley is getting up and chops the North Atlantic Champion in the chest loud enough for it to echo over the cheering crowd. Celeste and Nora, gaining a measure of revenge for Ashley coming out during their match earlier, double irish whip Maladano into the ropes and hit her with a double flap jack!
Nora slides out of the ring and pumps her fist in the air as Ashley looks on. Meanwhile, Cross and Gamble brawl on the outside. CJ gains the upper hand when he throws Gamble into the unforgiving steel steps. Matt’s back cracks over the edge and he slumps down, only to have Cross grab his head and bash it off the steel step!
Celeste sees what's going on immediately after the flapjack and rushes out of the ring. CJ grabs a chair as Celeste rounds the corner and reaches Matt. CJ has the chair up and is ready to smash Gamble when he looks down at his girlfriend hunched near Matt and shaking her head at CJ, telling him not to do it.
Cross grunts with frustration but Celeste remains firm as she stands. CJ argues with her as the crowd watches. Finally, realizing she isn't budging, Cross throws the chair down in anger and storms off. Celeste watches him go as the show cuts to a commercial break.
Winner: No Contest
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Eli Carlson: Thirty one people in one ring, at one time, and who was the one who walked away victorious?
The scene suddenly flashes to life a moment after Eli’s voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. Already he’s dressed and ready to go for his match later in the evening in which he’d be paired up with long time peers, Persephone Marquis and Bryan Williams.
Eli Carlson: Four others from this company were in this match. One I had shared a wrestling ring with before, that being Mariano Fernandez. One being our general managers favorite, the walking shit emoji himself, Vince Steel. One being Nick Redfield and I don’t think anybody needs to say anything else about that idiot. You’ll see later on this evening just how outmatched and outclassed he is by me. But then that leaves one other. Oh precious lopsided Fujiko. Hours before she was out there proclaiming to the world that she was going to bring the crown jewel back home. What happened instead? Haha… you all know. You’ve all seen it by now. She got tossed, just like the trash that she is.
Obviously enjoying the fact that he was the one who had sent her tumbling over the top rope, Eli chuckled to himself softly before holding his hands out innocently.
Eli Carlson: Now I’m sure you’re sitting there thinking to yourself. But Eli, you were eliminated from the main event. You didn’t bring the crown jewel back home yourself. And you’re right. I didn’t. But let me ask you all this. The fuck would I need to bring another crown jewel back to this place for? I already am the goddamn crown jewel of this place. The absolute best of the best. The tip top of the mountain. I don’t need a shiny golden belt for that to be true. You know how I know that’s true? When I pointed out that, once again, Fuji was a blatant fucking liar, what did she do? Nothing. She said nothing. She kept her goddamn mouth shut because she’s finally… FINALLY… starting to learn her place.
Clearly Eli is taking on a much more serious tone now, and his facial expression reflects that as he continues on.
Eli Carlson: What does Vince Steel do every time I call his oversized ass out? He keeps his damn mouth shut because he knows where he belongs. He knows in the grand scheme of things, sure he’s been here from the start. Sure he’s put in his time. But that doesn’t mean a damn thing when a man of my caliber has entered the fray. For weeks upon weeks upon weeks I’ve walked into the cities, the buildings and the rings that we compete in and I’ve BEGGED for someone to step up. Someone to give me a reason to pause and step back and actually have to TRY. Yet every two weeks I come out here and I call all of you out and none of you has the courage, the spine, the fortitude to do a damn thing about it. And there’s reasons for that.
Drawing a hand up to his mouth, his fingers pulled at the corners of his lips before slowly sliding down the dark hair of his beard.
Eli Carlson: It could be money. God knows you’ve all made money off of my name simply being on the roster. More fans are in the seats. More people turn their television sets to watch the program. A greater quality, and larger quantity, of talent has been drawn to the shows. So sure, finances could be part of it. But the reality of the situation is that everyone knows there’s nothing they can do to stop me. Manny can get on twitter and talk about flying steeds. Nick Redfield can try to pull at the fans heart strings. Marisol can put all her faith in Vince to try and build his confidence up. But at the end of the day, when it comes down to it, I’m fucking untouchable.
Once more the serious tone of Eli’s expression gives way to one of amusement as a smirk curls his upper lip.
Eli Carlson: Everyone is talking about how Cavalcade season is beginning. Matches are being booked to raise interest and build tension between the competitors but lets face it. There’s one fact that every single one of us knows to be true.
A deep breath. A pause. And then the fact is given.
Eli Carlson: Cavalcade season ended the moment my name was placed in the match.
As he stood, staring directly into the camera, the scene came to a close with a resounding, affirmative “QUACK” from Louie the duck before switching elsewhere.
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Eli Carlson & Sadboiz vs. Nick Redfield & BGTL
Eli and Nick started the match. The two locked up and began a series of chaining that led to a statemate and applause from the crowd. The two exchanged some chops and then Eli whipped Nick into the ropes. Nick ducked a clothesline attempt and then rebounded connecting with a dropkick that sent Eli to the mat. Carlson just nodded and Williams reached a hand out for a tag and it was accepted. Bryan entered the ring and began to exchange some strikes with Redfield and landed a few european uppercuts that he followed up with a cravat neckbreaker. Nick rolled into his corner and made the tag into Claire. Williams towered over Claire in a way that looked comical to him. But Rogers didn’t give him long to laugh as she stomped on his foot and followed it up with a manhattan drop. Williams fell to his knees and Claire connected with a low dropkick that caught him right in the jaw. Claire made in the tag to Ximena who looked worked up. Ximena ran in and pulled up Bryan only to be taken for surprise when he connected with an exploder suplex. Williams then laid in with the stomps. Bryan then whipped her into his corner and came running in with a bicycle kick that dropped her in the corner. Bryan makes the tag into Marquis who enters the ring and begins to stomp away at Ximena in the corner. Persephone pulls her up and then goes to whip her into the ropes but Ximena finds a way to use all of her strength to whip Marquis into the corner. Ximena then rushes behind her and catches Persephone with a big yakuza kick. Ximena tags Nick back in and he quickly connected with a fisherman’s suplex with a bridge but Williams broke up the pin fall. Nick pulled up Persephone who was getting her bearings back and started to fight off Redfield with kicks upon kicks, my kid. Redfield looked to be feeling the blows and Marquis sent him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Persephone made the tag to Eli who came in at full speed only for Nick to see him coming and sent Carlson up and over with a belly to belly suplex. The two went at it back and forth until Nick connected with “The Sexiest Piledriver You’ve Ever Seen” (Omega Driver). Redfield went for the cover but the Sadboiz entered the ring to break it up. This caused BGTL to enter the ring and an all out brawl started. BGTL and Bryan spilled to the outside. Marquis waited for the right moment and then connected with a suicide dive taking them all out. Nick called for “Your Swan Song” and started to pull Eli up, but Carlson got separation and then connected with “Your Coronation" (Pele Kick). Redfield hit the mat hard and Carlson made the cover and got the three count.
Winners: Eli Carlson & Sadboiz
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Backstage, we go to the locker room area. The camera goes towards the women’s locker room area, and the shot crossfades into one that is filled with a shot of the number one contender to the North American championship, Fujiko Mine. She adjusts her boots and looks around the room before looking directly into the camera.
Fujiko Mine: Tonight is...interesting.
She shakes her head shortly.
Fujiko Mine: Tonight, I get another chance to cross paths with my fated opponent, Brendan Samuels. But once again, it’s not just us. For him? Andre Holmes, Rachel Redding, and the Zombie Vice Squad.
She puts a smile on her face, thinking about her next words for a moment.
Fujiko Mine: And standing with me? The X champion, Jessica Sears. My fellow Renati sister, Cailey Carter. A relative unknown in Cartier. And Jaser Cruz.
She smiles wider with the last name she says.
Fujiko Mine: My partners have something to fight for. Jessica wishes to establish herself as a good X champion. It is one thing to win a championship, but it’s what you do with that title that determines how history will perceive you. Cailey Carter is returning to action, and wishes to show that she can bounce back after losing to Mariano Fernandez a few weeks ago. Cartier is getting her first taste of the spotlight. She’s one-hundred percent going to get addicted to it. Jaser Cruz is going to want to win, especially with the magnitude of who our opponents are.
Fujiko tilts her head to the camera.
Fujiko Mine: So while I’m not sure I can trust her to watch my back, I can be sure that she’s going to give her absolute best. My other teammates know that this is a great opportunity to show what they can do when facing off against the level of talent that we have to face off against.
She grows serious, her tone lowering slightly.
Fujiko Mine: Andre Holmes wants to right the ship after losing the X championship to Jessica Sears. He hasn’t exactly looked as “relentless” as he wants to believe he can be. The Zombie Vice Squad, if I had to guess, want this match to move forward towards the tag team championships. And Rachel Redding…
A knowing look crosses her face.
Fujiko Mine: Rachel has a particularly special reason to be here. She may have openly given me respect, but I know she wants to ‘avenge’ her loss to me. I know she wants to erase the blemish I put on her record. I know that she hasn’t, not for a second; forgotten that I kicked out the move she’s used to win. I was the first to kick out of the Category 1. I took away her opportunity to fight the Kraken. And for that, I know she “owes me one.”
Fujiko leans in towards the camera now.
Fujiko Mine: And finally, the champion. The man directly in my path. The gatekeeper to my ultimate success. Brendan Samuels. Two weeks ago, The Fam and myself hung an “L” on your record. Tonight? We’re doing it again. And when I finally get that one on one against you?
She grins wickedly.
Fujiko Mine: When they ask who Fujiko beat to become the first ever North American champion? The answer will be…
She loses the smile, raising her force to make sure the point is driven home.
Fujiko Mine: His name was Brendan.
Fujiko nods her head towards the camera again, then gets up from the bench she was sitting on, and heads out of the room. The view then goes back to ringside.
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The Infamous Ten Person Tag Match
Brendan Samuels, Rachel Redding, Andre Holmes, Zombie Vice Squad vs. Fujiko Mine, Jessica Sears, Jaser Cruz, Cartier, Cailey Carter
The fans were hot as this match began, seriously loud as the two teams squared off and Kowloon of the ZVS started out against Ms. Fujiko Mine! They were back and forth quite a bit, his experience giving him a little edge until Fujiko caught him out with a Missile Dropkick that staggered him to the near corner and she followed with a huge Corner Enzuigiri that netted her a close two count. He kicked free just as Siberia stomped Fujiko, she was fast out of there though. Fujiko regained control and took a fight to Kowloon for a minute or two before he dove back toward his team’s side for the first tag out of the match. Here came Brendan Samuels, a loud chant of HIS NAME IS BRENDAN going up but as he moved to engage Fujiko she cooly tagged in Jessica Sears. Oh boy. On the apron Andre Holmes said something to Rachel Redding and pointed at Jessica, she rolled her eyes and he pressed the issue, something about her Category One most likely. In the ring Jessica did her best against the imposing sailor, a Flying Forearm Smash reeling him back and letting her hit a Jumping Yakuza Kick! She hot tagged in Cartier and the pair pulled Brendan up to let Cartier hit a Scissor Kick on him, and she shoved Jessica out of the way so she could try a pin, which led to a cross look on Sears before she left the ring. The delay cost Cartier though as here’s Brendan up to his feet and he dropped her with his Immram Buster! That Slingshot Brainbuster was almost all she wrote but in came Jaser Cruz to stomp Brendan and break up the pin.
Cartier rose up with a look of pure mad but Brendan shook his head and planted Jaser with a slam before he pointed right at Fujiko Mine! She held out her hand to Cartier who scoffed but finally moved to tag her and Fujijo grinned and let Cailey Carter in as the referee told Jaser to get out. Brendan tagged in Rachel Redding who ‘accidentally’ elbowed Andre on the way into the ring and he smacked her shoulder and took the tag! There was a bit of a squabble and that let Cailey hit a Sunkissed Superkick on Andre! She pinned but he kicked out and then glaring at Rachel he whipped Cailey into the corner and hit her with the Deadline Trap - a Running Yakuza Kick followed by a diving Phoenix Splash that almost sealed the match but everyone on Cailey’s side came in and either stomped at Andre or engaged his other teammates and this took up a bit until the referee finally started clearing people out after Andre had quite a Hulk Smash moment for himself and put a bunch of people on their backsides. Brendan and Fujiko wound up legal and it looked like the fans were about to get their wish but no, Rachel reached and tagged in and she and Fujiko traded shots a moment and then Brendan tagged himself in as Cartier was back in and so on back and forth, no matter what they tried Bren and Fujiko just weren’t getting their moment!
Towards the tail end of the match here is Jessica Sears, she’s hitting her stride against Siberia even as Siberia and Kowloon hot tag to try and wear her down! She broke loose and hit T.A.R.D.I.S., Take Flight!, the double Springboard Plancha wiping out the ZVS, but just as she moved to pin there’s Jaser Cruz and he tagged himself in! He smarted off and said he’s got this but he took his attention off of the wily tag team and turned around to find instead of a downed and vulnerable pair a Straight Edge Missile coming right at him as Kowloon threw Siberia! Down went Cruz and Kowloon protected the pin long enough to let Siberia get that precious three count!
Winners: Brendan Samuels, Rachel Redding, Andre Holmes, Zombie Vice Squad
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World Tag Team Title Match
The Reeds vs. The Fam
The bell rang and Charlie started the match against Vince. The two locked up and Vince shoved Charlie back sending him to the mat. Reed wasn’t feeling it and got in the face of Steel. Vince pie faced him away which only caused Charlie to come in swinging. Reed was swinging fast and often but Vince’s hard blows soon took a toll and Charlie looked to be in a bit of distress after Vince landed a spinebuster. Steel tagged in Tillman who came in and landed a few strikes before whipping Charlie into the corner and connecting with a corner splash. Triple T looked hyped up as he pulled Charlie from the corner. Tillman whipped him into the ropes and went for a dropkick but Reed ducked it and and rebounded off the ropes and then caught Terry with a knee to the back of the head. This gave him time to tag in Lilah. Lilah rushed in and caught Terry with a bulldog as he was trying to get up. Lilah then drove her knee into the side of Terry a few times before she pulled him up just to drive him back down to the mat with a ddt. Lilah got back to her feet with a wide smile on her face. A few fans in the front call out to her and start to give her shit which she doesn’t like and unleashes a tirade on them. In the meantime Terry is starting to stir and starts to make his way to Vince but Lilah catches it right in time and cuts him off. Lilah raises a finger to Vince and tells him “No, no, no”, which only looks to aggravate the big man. Terry gets to his feet and gets lit up with a few european uppercuts from Lilah that look to have him stunned but Triple T wasn’t going down easy and connected with a roaring elbow that dropped Lilah. Tillman dropped to his knees looking beat and tired, he started to make his way to Vince. Right as it looked like he was about to make the tag to an eager Steel, Xavier and Grabriel Laroux came out from the crowd and pulled Steel off of the apron. Steel turned around to see Cause & Effect and started to take a few steps towards them. On the inside of the ring Lilah made a tag into Charlie. Tillman was looking out at Vince who was looking like he was about to go after Gabriel and Xavier. What Terry didn’t see was Charlie sneaking up behind him. Reed pulled Tillman from the corner and connected with “Snapping the Reed” (full nelson facebuster). Charlie went for the cover, as Vince heard the ref slapping the mat he turned and tried to enter the ring in time to break the count but didn’t make it as the ref counted three as soon as he entered the ring. On the outside Cause & Effect were all smiles as they waved to Vince. The Reeds collected their titles and celebrated outside the ring.
Winners: The Reeds
As the scene comes up in the backstage area, the camera shows CJ in the hallway in front of the locker room door. When you get a text like that from your girlfriend, you do not wait very long to respond and you don't dare be late. Once he opens the door and notices that it is sitll dark in the room. She must not have made it back just yet... or did she? His naughty thoughts don't come true as he flips on the light and notices no one is around. Something does catch his eye though, in the middle of the room is a table with a vase full of flowers and a bag of gummy bears propped up against it.
CJ: Celeste... You did not have to..
He says softly to himself as he walks closer to the table and lets the door shut behind him. It does not dawn on him that it is a little odd for a girl to give a guy flowers, that is until he takes out the card and reads it out loud.
CJ: Sure hopin' your lil gal likes these flowers I got fo-'er. I got those gummies for you, hope you do not choke on dem durin' one of yer tantrums...
CJ does not bother to read the rest of it, he just crumbles up the card in his now clinched fists as his anger begins to boil over.
CJ: That mother....
He stops himself before dropping the card out of his hand and trying to calm himself down with some deep breaths. Though when that does not work, the vase full of flowers goes flying across the locker room and the glass vase shatters everywhere upon impact of the concrete wall.
Celeste: CJ! What in the hell!?
CJ look of anger and rage turns and focuses on Celeste who now stands in the doorway, thankfully coming just after the impact of the vase.
CJ: I am going to kill that goat lover!
Not that the table did anything, but in his rage, CJ shoves the table over.
Celeste: Matt?
CJ: If you are not going to take care of him like you said you would, then I will do it for you Celeste!
Celeste: CJ, he just means well.
CJ: Means well? Are you being that naive right now!? He does not mean well, he wants you Celeste and he is using you to get to me!
Celeste glances over at the flowers on the ground and back over at CJ as he continues.
CJ: And here I figured that when you texted me to meet you in five minutes and you had a surprise for me that it would be something good.
Celeste blinks quickly for a second and a blank look comes across her face.
Celeste: Text? I have not texted anyone in the last hour, I have been busy getting ready and grabbing a bite in catering.
CJ: Yeah? Well what was this?
CJ pulls out his phone from his pocket and opens up their text thread and shows her the recent text message he got from her.
Celeste: I did not send this CJ, my phone has been in my purse the whole day other than....
CJ: Then what?
Celeste: Nothing..
CJ: Tell me!
Celeste: Matt said he forgot his phone in his truck and he needed to make a phone call...
There goes that big ball of anger again..
CJ: I hope there's room in the morgue.
Celeste: CJ! STOP!
Celeste puts her hand forcefully on his chest, stopping his advance to the door.
Celeste: I told you that I would take care of this and I will!
CJ: You talk a good game Celeste, but I have yet to see any sort of change in this situation.
Celeste: You got to trust me CJ... Just go and take a walk or something and try to focus on Ashley, she is a tough cookie to crack and you will need to be on your game.
CJ: Yeah... Well if you see Matt, tell him I got him a toe tag with his name on it!
Not in a disrespectful manner, but CJ brushes Celeste's hand off of his chest before he storms off past her and out of the locker room. Leaving her to look around at the damage to the room that CJ caused with a worried look on her face.
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Cavalcade Qualifier
Celeste vs. Nora Harris
Ashley Maldano made her way down to the commentary table to join the crew as this match started. Both competitors looked incredibly focused but Celeste took the advantage early. She connected with a series of forearms before backing Nora up against the ropes. She whipped her to the opposite side of the ring. On the rebound Celeste hit Harris with a sling blade. Nora looked to be in a bit of trouble but everyone in the crowd knew she wasn’t going to give up. Celeste worked over Nora a little further and then whipped her into the corner. Celeste rushed in but Nora leapt up to the top rope as Celeste came crashing in. Harris then hit Celeste with a tornado ddt. Celeste powdered out to the floor to avoid being covered for a pin. Maldano began to criticize Celeste heavy on the outside and wasn’t quiet about it, allowing Celeste to hear her. Celeste got to her feet and began to argue with Maldano right on the outside. The two went back and forth until Ashley told her to be more worried about Nora. As Celeste turned around Harris came jumping off of the apron and landed a hurricanrana right on the floor. Celeste looked to be hurting as Nora rolled her into the ring. Harris wasn’t going to waste anytime. She picked up Celeste and put two fingers to her mouth in a shush motion making most of the crowd go silent except for Maldano who screamed “Celeste sucks”. Nora then connected with the “Code of Silence” (fall away DDT style move with spinning impact). Harris got the cover and then the three count.
Winner: Nora Harris
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The camera goes backstage, where DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, already changed into ring gear with his leather jacket on top, stands once more with Yasmeen Sherazi, mic in hand.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Here we are with one of the already qualified wrestlers for the Cavalcade match, as well as one of the chosen to represent SAP in the Global Frontier event…”
Mariano is about to say something, but Yasmeen Sherazi is not yet done.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “... DA #TROLL GUY, Manny Fernanny!”
Mariano is slack-jawed, as his cheeks begin to flush with red.
Mariano: “... God DAMNIT MANG!”
Yasmeen chuckles, seeing Mariano’s annoyance.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “I’m sorry, it was funny!”
Manny rolls his eyes, sighing resignedly.
Mariano: “... Bah!” (Shaking his head, he mellows out) “Anyway, how you doing, mang? Once again great to be here in Moose on the Loose… wait a second, there’s not an ACTUAL moose on the loose is there?”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (Somewhat confused) “Umm, no, I don’t think there is, Manny.”
Mariano: “Better not, ‘cause I forgot to bring my rifle...”
Yasmeen gives him a scared look, but Mariano lifts his hands up.
Mariano: “... Juuust kidding, mang. I ain’t the animal harming type.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (Rolling her eyes) “Moving on…”
At that moment, Mariano’s friend and tag team partner Trixie comes into the frame of things wearing her usual ring gear, seeing him.
Trixie: “Hey, Manny. I thought I'd find you and give you a couple of pointers on how to win against Stone Hendrix while I get ready to face a guy who works probably as much as I do.”
She chuckles, referencing her and Joe's intense schedule and many crossovers.
Trixie: “Unless you're still talking about rifles and… Sport?”
She didn't really hear the full conversation and made an assumption.
Mariano gives her a smile and a friendly hug.
Mariano: “Oi! Trixie! No problem, mang, don’t worry - just making a joke about catching a moose on the loose. I know Stone Hendrix’s had a streak until you were the one to break it, but even so I don’t mean to put him down. Anything you can tell me will be most welcome!”
She shifts her hips to the side, hand on her hip and smiles his way.
Trixie: “Well, he's quite a strong one. But I think it was just me being generally nimble and my tactical style left him in a new depth. So be spontaneous, in the ring and with Paige too if you're not.”
And Trixie nods confidently, almost giving herself advice for Joe as she spoke to Manny. At the mention of his girlfriend Paige, he blushes once again.
Mariano: “Why you gotta bring that up now, mang?” (He pouts once more, then back) “And I know Joe Stanton likes to fight. Hell, he doesn’t even care about the outcome, he’s happy JUST dishing out - and probably taking it too. So if I can repay the favor to you, chica, I say be relentless. Don’t give him a moment to breathe. Anytime you see him coming, go at him first and don’t let him go. And…” (he winks) “... if he goes for that Shoryuken of his, get out of the way and kick him mid-air. Always works in Street Fighter.”
Yasmeen Sherazi turns her head from Manny to Trixie, not understanding a word they’ve just spoken.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Uh, sorry to interrupt the friendly moment, but Manny, Stone Hendrix isn’t your only opponent tonight. You also have L’Aquila Dorata, Luca di Paolo, coming straight off a loss to Rachel Redding.”
Trixie: “Yeah, Manny...!”
Trixie adds in to tease. Mariano sighs, resignedly, knowing he too was in that position not so long ago.
Mariano: “No shame in that, mang. She beat me too in Vengeance Pro. And he made it to the Cavalcade, so I guess there IS something we can say about his ability…”
He makes a doubtful face.
Mariano: “... if it weren’t for the fact that he spent an entire god damned month trying to get inside her head only to backfire in the end.”
He breaks into a slow, monotone clap.
Mariano: “Bravo, mang. Great work.”
Yasmeen frowns.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “He told me to find better clothes the one time I approached him for an interview.”
Mariano nods, sympathizing.
Mariano: “These high class pretty boy types, mang, they’re all about the same. An Italian name, some fancy clothes, a stick up their ass and some lady or two to act as their beard. Pardon me for not being scared. In any case, and I know this may sound unprofessional, chica, but ain’t nothing wrong with your clothes. You wear them well too!”
It’s Yasmeen’s turn to nod now, giving him a little smile. Trixie casually watches the two unfold with a pudding cup she begins to eat.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Why thank you, Manny Fernanny.”
Mariano: (caught off guard again) “WHAT THE FUCK!” (Biting his tongue once again, he looks away for a split second) “I mean, no problem, mang.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Now Trixie, since you’re here, I’m going to ask you about your match. What are your impressions on Joe Stanton and what would you say winning this means to you?”
Trixie: “Well I've been here for a few weeks, and apart from this one defeating me, I've done pretty well. So winning this would maybe give me a bit of a notice around here that the Prime Girl is totally going to be wearing gold. Joe has held gold in a couple of places, great veteran you could say with all his match experience. But he could totally mess up, he could be just that much too slow and end up eating a superkick and leaving me with a win.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: “Do you feel a win here will get you noticed in the eyes of management, or would you rather think they are already watching you given your record?”
Trixie: “Well I have a couple of people watching because it's me, sweetie pies just taking notice which is totally amazing but I do think that management know my record, I'm showing I'm a great signing for SAP and after Joe, they might have some opportunities knocking at my door.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: “And let’s hope they’re not long to come your way. Now Manny, speaking of opportunities, you’ve just taken place representing SAP in the Global Frontier event. How do you feel about your performance there?”
Mariano takes his hand to his chin, thinking.
Mariano: “Well see, mang - I can’t be happy about losing. No one can ever be. In my own personal case it hit kinda hard too because Blaise Fader, who eliminated me, also beat me in Japan when we faced one on one…”
He frowns, but there’s no malice or resentment in his voice or his eyes. He throws his hands as if weighing things on a scale.
Mariano: “... But on the other hand, chica, I had my share of eliminations there, and among 31 people, with names like Fujiko Mine, Elijah Carlson (who went on to win it in the end), Nick Redfield and Vince Steel, I was among the final four. Just on that alone, I can’t say it’s a poor showing. Not to mention, it was Blaise god damned Fader, mang. What praise can I, or anyone, say about her that hasn’t been already said?”
Manny then snaps his fingers, as if he’s just got to a conclusion.
Mariano: “In the end though, it goes like this. I did promise I would do my best to pay Phoenix Quagliaterre back for having included me in the chosen to represent SAP, and I was the other name there, along the actual winner, who was last to go. That can’t be ENTIRELY bad, chica- especially with just two matches in my time here. Should be a good sign for her that she wasn’t wrong after all.”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (nodding) “When you put it like that, it’s hard to disagree. Now, to conclude, anything you’d like to say to your opponents before the match?”
Mariano turns to the camera.
Mariano: “Hey yo. Stone Hendrix and Luca Di Paolo. Just like me, chicos, you get to ride in the Cavalcade - where the ten finest bred horses in SAP will display the utmost of their skills.”
He cocks his head to the side, clenching his fist.
Mariano: “But for a fine steed to gallop, they must first learn to canter, and that’s what this match is about. It falls upon you, just as it falls upon me, to make the people that came to see us get a taste, a small demonstration, of what they’re gonna witness when it’s time to ride.”
With that follows a nod, and an index finger pointed at the lens.
Mariano: “But Luca, I can tell by all you’ve done that you don’t realize this, mang. You’ve gallivanted around trying to play into ladies’ heads - and the one BIG chance you had, you let Rachel Redding get the best of you. Desireé Jenkins was your consolation prize, and the reason you’re here, so now you have a chance at redemption. You have a chance against someone still fairly new, who has however made more waves in the eyes of this company in two shows, than you have since October.
So I say, chico, come back to god damned reality. Forget what contempt you have. Forget however little who’s in front of you mean to you, and take this opportunity god damned seriously. You style yourself the Golden Eagle, so I’ll tell you in your own tongue:
Lascia l’Aquila Dorata volare, ti prego.
Because if you don’t, chico… I’ll be the one to knock your golden eagle, and your opportunity, off the sky.”
He pauses, taking a deep breath, then resumes.
Mariano: “... And speaking of opportunities, that brings me to Stone Hendrix. Unlike Di Paolo, you’re aware, mang. You know what this match entails. I appreciate you dropping my name, and your own is one I’ve heard as well. Like myself you’ve had two wins, and only one loss (he nods to Trixie), against a great wrestler I happened to beat in my debut here. But even if I’m not the Face of SAP, I’m one of the people this company has its eyes on, chico. They laid a burden on me since the moment I arrived. I must live up to that responsibility, and so help me Talos, I will.”
He raises his eyebrows, in an interrogating expression.
Mariano: “... Will you?”
His speech done, Mariano gives the mic back to Yasmeen Sherazi.
Yasmeen Sherazi: “That’s a message sent. Trixie, something you have to say to Joe Stanton?”
Trixie: I'd say he's got to be ready for everything tonight and hope his tenure in the King of Violence tour hasn't left him too bruised. Since I'm totally not holding back a single strike, it's just business.”
Trixie then turns to Manny and offers him a smile.
Trixie: “And Manny, I borrowed your towel since I had a bag emergency.”
Trixie hands him the towel from her bag now potent with her perfume that leaked. Mariano grabs it and smells, closing his eyes.
Mariano: “... You gotta tell me your brand, mang. Smells sweet as hell!”
Realizing something, however, he adopts a confused expression.
Mariano: “... Though I wonder what you were doing in my locker room anyway.”
Trixie: “It's Eau de Trixie, my own one. And I was just eating a thin crust pineapple pizza and left you half.”
Mariano’s eyes go wide and one more time his face goes red.
Mariano: “Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiixiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!!!”
Yasmeen Sherazi: (Awkwardly) “... Aaaaannnnd that’s getting a little too personal for this interview, so that’s a wrap. These were the Prime Girl Trixie and DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, right here on Moose on the Loose.”
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Trixie vs. Joe Stanton
Trixie vs. Joe Stanton
Trixie and Joe Stanton begin with a handshake before going into a lockup. The stronger Joe starts to push her back into a corner, but Trixie uses her reflexes to turn the tables on Joe and roll him into the corner. She quickly goes on the offensive, hitting Joe with snap kicks and forearms to try and stun him. She capped off her first sequence with a snapmare/low kick combo that got the crowd cheering, and netted Trixie a two count. She kept on the attack, thwarted by Joe blocking her from doing a fisherman’s suplex, setting her up with a knee trembler that got him a two count!
In the 5th minute, Trixie took back over after flipping out of a german suplex attempt and taking Joe out at the knees. Joe tried to get back to his feet, only to be hit by Trixie’s beautiful disaster (RKO) which got her another two count! She nodded, as if she knew it wasn’t going to be enough. She saw her chance, and went for her “Sexy Stunner” (Split legged stunner), but Joe blocked the move. Trixie spun around and swung, but Joe ducked, and then hit Trixie with the SHORYUKEN! Trixie hit the mat, and Joe covered for the victory!
Winner: Joe Stanton
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The scene is catering, where a random assortment of people have gathered to graze and munch on some grub. One such person walks into the scene in short order, Joe Stanton meanders around the tables to scope out all of the choices there are. His eyes are naturally drawn to the pies, subconsciously wetting his lips as he reaches for a plate. Except his hand doesn’t find a plate, it finds something much more fleshy & hand feeling which prompts him to turn to look at what he’s holding.
It is a hand!
”Oh! Hey, sorry.”
Stanton says as he looks up to find himself staring at his fellow roster member, Trixie.
Trixie: Aww, if you want to hold my hand you can, Joe.
Trixie says passing him over a plate and then grabs her own. She, herself, has her eyes on the chocolate muffin she shouldn't have. Joe scoffs and shakes his head, taking the plate with an appreciative nod.
”I think we’re both a little old to need the buddy system. Don’t you think?”
Stanton asks her with a smirk, he starts making his way down the line of food not far behind her. He glances over the items he’s passing over, his mind still fixed on that pie at the end.
Trixie: Maybe, sweetie.
Trixie says giving in to her chocolate cravings and adds the muffin to her tray along with a salad and soup.
Trixie: Welcome by the way. I totally forgot I hadn't welcomed you.
Following the leader, Stanton follows behind Trixie in the line and he smirks at her.
”Kind of did earlier in our match. But thanks, I appreciate it. Not many have, really. Not that I’m expecting a red carpet rolled out or anything.”
He somewhat jokes about their match earlier tonight, likely why both are hungry now. Joe gets a little more serious when he thanks her, bowing his head to her. His eyes try to act like they’re interested in any of the food Trixie & him are passing and he’s not going to just eat pie right now.
”Awesome job out there by the way. You were just as good as I thought you’d be.”
Stanton adds, smiling at her. It’s true he won, but he still would’ve considered it a good time regardless of the outcome. He likes somebody that can challenge him and Trixie definitely can.
Trixie: And next show, I will be better… If you think you can take me on back to back.
Trixie says giving him a smile, but a fierce look in her eyes eager and yearning for redemption. So close now, so close to the pie, Joe is practically licking his lips and his eyes are fixated on the dessert. This near trance like state is broken by the one thing that probably could, the mention of a fight. His eyes light up and a goofy grin spreads over his features.
”Again? Round two?! So soon?!”
Eagerly he takes a step in, arguably invading Trixie’s personal space bubble not that he notices. He’s too busy staring her in the eyes.
”Yes! Of course! I’d love to!”
He says with a fiery but excited look in his eyes. Trixie takes a spoonful of his dessert and tastes it.
Trixie: Good. Glad we got that settled.
She settles back into her neutral, friendly, bubbly sometimes flirty self. Giving him a smile.
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Cameras cut to Oliver Overton and Iris Hawthorne walking out of their dressing room. They don’t look to be in the best of moods.
Olly: Ever since we exercised our demons against those bimbos from Asia. Iris and I haven’t been seen as actual competition in the tag team division. Despite the fact we have gelled together. Tonight, we walk through hell and kick their fucking asses. It’s our time now.
Iris just smirks.
Iris: SAP Wrestling has no clue what kind of brutality comes from us. We were thrown together on a whim hoping to fizzle out. Well we are still together and have decided to call ourselves The OutKasts since that’s all we are anyway. My good friend Desy is an honorary member. Social Immorality will end and we will begin.
Iris and Olly don’t show any emotion as the cameras cut away.
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Cavalcade Qualifier
Matthew Gamble vs. Mystery Opponent
Matthew Gamble made his way to the ring to a pop from the fans as he slapped their hands as he made his way to the ring. Gamble entered the ring looking incredibly confident as he waited to see who would be coming to face him.
“Tom Sawyer” by Rush began to play through the speakers and the SAP faithful wasn’t sure what to believe, but soon they realized it wasn’t a joke as Tyberius King made his way through the curtain with the NKP Openweight title on one shoulder and a WCS Tag Team title on the other. The crowd let out a huge pop and a smile filled King’s face. He made his way to the ring and climbed inside. He handed off his titles to the ring attendant and met Gamble in the middle of the ring for a handshake before the bell rang.
Things changed however as soon as the bell rang. Gamble wasn’t going to waste any time with the veteran and went right after him. Matthew used his huge size advantage and started to beat away at King. He backed Ty into a corner and started to fire away with big shots. King dropped down for a double leg but hooked one of his legs in between Gamble’s so he could topple him down using his own weight. Gamble quickly sat up to try and prevent King from progressing any further. Matthew then began to club away at the back of King. Ty had to abandon his plan and just return to his feet. As Gamble started to get up King sprung again this time grabbing Gamble from the front and locking him in a guillotine choke. Gamble knew the urgency as Ty had it cinched in. Gamble lifted King up and rammed him right into the corner, which made him loosen his grip a little. Gamble repeated this till Ty let go. Matthew was starting to feel like he could do this. Then CJ Cross made his way to ringside and banged on the apron and caught the attention of Gamble. The two exchanged words long enough for King to shake the cobwebs. Cross then ran off but Gamble hung over the top rope yelling at him. King snuck up behind Gamble and lifted up the big man for a german suplex to the amazement of the crowd. Tyberius then floated it over into a rear naked choke completing “Checkmate” (german suplex floated over into rear naked choke). King had it in tight and Gamble had no choice but to tap out.
Winner: Tyberius King
After the match Gamble was looking highly disappointed. King stopped and shared some words of encouragement with him and told him to just keep going as he was someone with a lot of talent. King was then handed his two belts and celebrated with the fans in St. John’s.
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As Tyberius King made his way backstage Aleks Parker was already waiting for him with a microphone in hand.
Aleks: Ty do you have a minute.
King was all smiles as he stopped to reply.
Ty: Sure. What’s up?
Aleks: I just want to ask what everyone is thinking, why are you here?!
Ty just laughed and wiped the sweat from his face.
Ty: Well after getting eliminated from my battle royal at Global Frontier in Toronto I went backstage and headed for my locker room. To my surprise Avery and Marisol were waiting outside of it and wanted to talk to me. They told me about how they were in a jam about losing a competitor for this match. That they were looking for a replacement and didn’t have a lot of time to find one. So they wanted to go to someone who had a past with SAP. I agreed, now here I am.
Aleks: You haven’t appeared in the SAP ring in five months and now you find yourself headed to Cavalcade. How does that feel?
Ty just stopped and thought about it for a second.
Ty: Honestly it hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m going to be in the ring with a lot of tough competition and I don’t even know who I’ll be teaming with or against yet. All I want to do is make these fans happy. SAP will always hold a special place to me so I gotta make it worth it to them to get what they payed for. I also want to give a shout to Matthew Gamble. Kid has a lot of heart and a lot of talent and once he starts molding that it’s going to mean trouble for this roster.
Aleks: Ty it’s great to see you back around here and congrats on the win.
Ty: Thank you.
With that Ty continued on to the locker room.
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The show cuts backstage where interviewer Yasmeen Sherazi is standing by with “The New Standard” Nick Redfield. Decked out in his usual ring gear with the leather jacket over top, the former SAP X Champion smiles wide as his blue eyes lock on the camera in front of him. Inside the arena, a roar can be heard in approval of the young superstar.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Nick Redfield!
Nick Redfield: It’s a pleasure to be here, Yasmeen.
Yasmeen smiles and nods.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Two weeks ago, you came away with a big win in a triple threat match against Rachel Redding and Andre Holmes. Now tonight, you’re slated to compete in a six-person tag action alongside the duo of BGTL against fellow Cavalcade contender Eli Carlson and the Sadboiz. Where is your mind right now?
Nick smiles again and licks his chops as he takes a moment to digest Yasmeen’s opening question.
Nick Redfield: My mind is focused on the task at hand tonight, Yasmeen. Yes, it’s exciting to think about the Cavalcade match coming up and what it could mean for my future...but that’s the keyword there: future. I don’t like to make a habit of looking ahead, and I’m not going to make the mistake of doing that tonight when I have a pretty important match ahead of me which includes one of my Cavalcade foes, Eli Carlson. Fortunately, I’ve been paired with two competitors, Claire and Ximena, who I believe have the same mindset going into this match, and I think our being on the same page is going to play into our favor against three superb athletes in their own right.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Indeed your opponents tonight aren’t slouches by any means and they had some...less than kind things to say you over social media earlier in the week.
Nick scoffs.
Nick Redfield: That’s not really surprising though is it, Yasmeen? Eli, Marquis, Bryan Williams...that’s what they do. They’re keyboard warriors. They talk a big game when they’re sitting behind a computer screen or typing away on their iPhone riding home on the train, but guess what? Keyboard Warrior is not a prerequisite to success in this business. In fact, more often than not, the poor saps with the strongest Twitter fingers are usually the most underwhelming competitors once they step foot inside the squared circle.
He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
Nick Redfield: They’re clowns. And that’s the biggest difference tonight. Everything is a joke to them. They’re more concerned with making a mockery of this sport than they are taking advantage of the opportunities given to them and actually making an impact unless it includes pathetically crude antics that aren’t humorous to anyone but themselves. But to myself and my tag partners this evening, this match matters. Every single match matters. I don’t care if it’s an ironman match for the promotion’s biggest prize or a three-on-one handicap match against John Blade on a regular old Tuesday afternoon, I put my heart and soul into every moment I spend between those ropes, and that’s not going to change just because three goofs are standing opposite myself and my partners. We’re going into this match tonight planning on walking out winners. Doing so while also getting the last laugh versus those three?
A sly smirk stretches across his face.
Nick Redfield: That just sweetens the deal.
With nothing more to say, Redfield steps out of picture, leaving Yasmeen to herself as we fade.
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Michael Kelly vs. Allen Chaney
The bell barely had a chance to ring before Allen ambushed Michael Kelly, with Chelsea cheering the comedian on. Allen hit Kelly with a Lou Thesz press, pounding on him until the ref pulled him off. He then turned to Cosmo and began mocking his partner, which got Cosmo onto the apron. Allen then took advantage of the ref being distracted by Cosmo and poked Kelly in the eye. Kelly got back to his feet and began swinging wildly, with Allen ducking the swings easily. He took verbal jabs at Kelly, until a lucky swing caught Allen in the jaw. He stumbled back, and Kelly charged in the direction of Allen’s groan, only to be caught by a nasty dropkick, followed by Making pancakes! (running senton splash)
In the 4th minute, Allen continued controlling the match, trying to goad Cosmo into getting back on the apron. He engaged in a war of words as Chaney held Kelly down with a chinlock. The crowd got behind Kelly, ralllying him to his feet, but Allen used “Heckler Control” (Arm trap headbutts) to stop the rally. Allen then climbed the turnbuckle, and flipped off with the “WTFFFF” (Moonsault), which connected, but only got two!
In the 7th minute, Allen went for a powerbomb, but Kelly blocked it, actually powering Allen head over heels! He then began to mount a comeback, dropping Allen with dropkicks and knees to the sternum and abdomen. He then ripped off a VICIOUS clothesline, but only got two!
In the 9th minute, Kelly, seemed to be fully in control of the match, dropping the comedian with a huge brainbuster! However, Chelsea put Allen’s foot on the bottom rope, stopping the pin attempt! Cosmo saw this, however, and began to chase after Chelsea. This caught the referee’s attention, and he got out of the ring to try and stop the two outsiders from distracting from the match. Allen was able to get his bearings up enough to try and remove the turnbuckle pad, which Cosmo also saw. He took his attention away from the retreating Chelsea to try and stop Allen. The referee got back into the ring, just as Michael grabbed the preoccupied Allen and hit him with the Desti-Knee for the victory!
Winner: Michael Kelly
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You could sense the sudden change of energy once the cameras transitioned to the backstage area and the sights set on the eerie, dynamic duo that is “Hell Is Waiting”. Masaru Inoue was rubbing his left shoulder, slight wincing as he seemed to still be recovering from his appearance inside that Battle Royal Match to which his wonderful partner, Aurora was the last one standing but there was no smile on her face, neither was there one on Masaru’s. Olly, Masaru’s pet Owl was the only one who could break the stone faces and cause a smirk to appear.
Masaru Inoue: You always know the right things to say Olly to cheer all up. You caused me to grin but it doesn’t wipe away what just happened the other night at Global Frontier #8. I hurt...not because of me, but because of my Rori. That goddamned Grendel ruined the celebration we had in store for her!
His hand, banging across the top of the equipment box where his Owl sat upon made him jump backwards in shock. Masaru’s face was nothing pleasant to stare at for a long amount of time.
Masaru Inoue: It was supposed to be elegant and stuff. Tassels and everything falling from the ceiling. Celebration on the NEWWWW Crown Jewel CHAMPION! Another stellar accomplishment added to her resume but NO...dumb, dumb, dumb Grendel had to ruin it for me and everyone in that arena.
Aurora meanwhile seemed to have her attention elsewhere. Maz noticed quickly after no response. He rushed over towards her, standing a couple of feet in front of her.
Masaru: Grendel will be imprinted in your mind for awhile but you will get back on track. We both will as usual.
Aurora: His mistake is having something I want. I will get back up there, and I will have it. I’ve seen Brian Stryker already putting his best foot forward but it doesn’t matter if it’s GRENDEL, or him… or whoever. Though I suppose that in order to make my case I need to do a little more. Despite what I’ve already done, this is new territory. After all, when we stop learning new things, or reaching for them, I suppose that would be it.
A tiny, tiny evil smile comes to those plush lips.
Aurora: Fortunately for us, it is not in the picture, though we do have Hawthorne and Overton… and oh my. I feel a bit frisky, I feel a little aggressive. This should be fun.
Maz nods, bowing his head down. Tonight would be their “bounceback” against Hawthorne & Overton. His spirits were raised.
Masaru Inoue: Oh indeed! They our are punching bags tonight. You, I and Olly. We all get to feast well tonight.
Aurora: I promise you, Olly will do more than just feast. It’ll have a lovely side order of delight for everyone that watches.
Masaru Inoue: Hellfire and Brimstone awaits them. There will be no escape.
Aurora seems quite relaxed despite a few bruises that are evident on her pale skin, and she and Masaru give each other a little high five style bump of wrist to wrist as the cameras go elsewhere.
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Cavalcade Showcase
Mariano Fernandez vs. Stone Hendrix vs. Luca Di Paolo
The bell rang and Hendrix and Luca focused their attack on Mariano, the favorite in the match. The two backed him up into the corner and took turns stomping a mud hole in him leaving him down for the moment. Stone then turned on Luca and began to lay in on the rookie Italian hitting a series of moves in succession. Luca dropped to his knees at one point and tried to beg Stone off. Stone looked to the crowd for their opinion and they wanted to see Luca have his ass handed to him. Right as Stone was about to strike Mariano showed back up and caught him with a flying forearm to the back of the head. Luca thought he was in the clear until Manny caught him with a rolling koppu kick. It looked like Fernandez was right in the driver's seat when Vince Steel slid into the ring and hit Manny with a lariat from behind. Stone saw this and charged at Steel but then ate a big boot for it. Luca was just trying to escape when Steel grabbed him and slammed him into the ring with the “Hand of Steel” (iron claw slam). Steel demanded a microphone and told everyone in attendance that none of the other competitors in Cavalcade mattered. That this would be the same fate for all of them and that the only person who would be walking out alive would be him. Steel then exited the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Winner: Mariano Fernandex by DQ
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The scene opens up backstage a few hours before Moose on the Loose show begins. Jaser Cruz is shown leaning on a trunk while talking to woman backstage.
Jaser Cruz: A ten person tag match. What kind of nonsense is that? I didn’t come here for the gimmick matches. I came here to be taken seriously. I don’t get it I busted my ass off just to be stuck in sh*t like this.
Woman: Listen primo, I understand. I talked already to management and they said the idea was given to them by one of your teammates to put you in. A teammate that was impressed with you but wouldn’t reveal who it was.
Jaser can be seen rolling his eyes.
Jaser Cruz: What do you mean they wouldn’t tell you Kaliyah? Isn’t that what you’re here for now? To help make sure my career takes off. How aren’t you supposed to know these things ahead of time. I mean look at-
Jaser pauses as a familiar face walks into frame revealed to be none other than the SAP X Champion herself, Jessica Sears.
Jaser Cruz: Oh don’t tell me you had something to do with this did you Jess?
Jessica Sears: Hey, I'm not going to lie to you and say I had nothing to do with this. I mean you no harm, I promise. I see potential in you, Jaser. You’re a young kid in this business. I know how tough this industry can be on the young lions. I’ve seen the greatness your sisters have done in the business, especially Mariah. She's one of my closest friends.
Jaser Cruz: Ok but why help me? Like what are you trying to get out of this? Do you owe Mariah or something?
Jessica Sears: No, no, I don’t owe your sister anything. I promise she didn’t ask me to do this. It’s not about what I can get from you. Not everyone is out to gain something from you. Trust me. Help me help you. Give me a chance and I’ll have you climbing the ranks in no time.
Jessica pauses and smiles.
Jessica Sears: Take some time and think about it, okay? I’ll see you out there tonight.
Jessica walks off leaving Jaser and Kaliyah in disbelief as the scene fades out.
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Hell is Waiting vs. Outkasts
The bell rang and Iris started the match with Masaru. The two had no interest in locking up and went straight to trading blows back and forth. Maz started to take the advantage and ran for the ropes but Iris grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to the mat. She then pulled him up and whipped him into the corner. Hawthorne went for a stinger splash but Inoue moved out of the way and Iris came crashing into the corner. Maz started to drive knees into the back of Iris before he dragged her out of the corner and tagged in Aurora. Rori went to pull up Iris but she connected with a jaw breaker that stunned her. Hawthorne didn’t waste time and followed it up with “Liquid Transport” (belly to belly suplex). Iris then made the tag in to Oliver, the two quickly hit Aurora with a double suplex and then Iris went back to her corner. Oliver hit a few stomps on Rori before connecting with a leaping elbow drop. He went for a cover but Aurora kicked out at two. Olly slapped the mat in frustration and pulled Rori up again and landed a Saito suplex. Once again he hooked the leg for a cover but this time Masaru broke it up. This caused Hawthorne to enter the ring and the two quickly spilled to the outside. Aurora started to use the ropes to pull herself up. Overton saw this and lied in wait. As Rori got to her feet he sprinted looking to connect with a spear but she quickly evaded him and he went shoulder first through the ropes into the ring post. On the outside Maz saw this and whipped Iris into the ring steps. Inoue climbed up onto the apron and Aurora made the tag. As Overton came stumbling out of the corner Inoue connected with “Kill Shot” (shin kick to the neck). Overton went down and Maz made the cover, Iris tried to enter the ring but Aurora cut him off allowing Inoue to pick up the three count.
Winners: Hell is Waiting
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The crowd in St. John’s is going crazy as the action thus far as been crazy. They are softly talking when “Dark Horse” blares through the sound system. The crowd goes berserk as Desiree Jenkins steps out from behind the curtain. Loud “Desy” chants rock through the audience as she smiles at them.
She starts walking down the ramp and greets a few fans. She slides into the ring while clapping her hands together. She is given a microphone as her music slowly dies down.
Desy: What up SAP Nation? Are you having a grand ole time?
Cheers echo at her as she keeps smiling.
Desy: I’m glad because I came out here to let everyone know my goals in SAP haven’t been met. The road to those goals have taken various routes but trust me. I’m not going anywhere. Cartier, and everyone who thinks I can’t hang in this ring. Let me be the first to tell you this. I’m still here. I bet sooner or later you will leave. Because you’re not getting your way.
Desy pauses for a minute.
Desy: That’s my life story. I don’t always get the top matches or the best outcomes. I just give 100 percent. Wins may come but performing for these fans is what keeps me going. So SAP, it’s time for Desy to step up.
Desy smiles while tossing the microphone away and her music starts playing again.
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Kowloon Zombie is backstage pacing back and forth as Siberia Zombie stis on the floor and looks at a small mat on the floor. The mat has a three by three grid drawn on it. There are one to four pebbles in each square. She grunts and Kowloon goes over and squats in front of the mat. She notices the camera and points at the board.
Siberia Zombie: We do anything we can to prepare for our matches. This time we are in a giant ten person match with a high level of unpredictability. The teams look like they are put together at random but there is some logic there if you just look at the names. There is still that randomness that can occur in these matches and you can not take anything for granted. Not even the higher level of skill on one side of the ring. That is why we are doing this. It is a form of divination used around my part of the world . The squares represent a body part: eye, head, eye or hand, heart, hand. The number of the pebbles correspond to the elements. So you get things like horse on wind or sand in eyes. You interet them to give you insight into the past present and future.
Kowloon Zombie: Shaman type of things. No “Zombie tricks.”
Siberia Zombie: Right now we are looking at our opponents. It does not look good. Air in head is obvious and crosses all cultural lines. Horseman on wind could be problematic for us as the pace this team can set should be very rapid but nothing we haven’t handled in the past. Can’t say enough about our partners… I see they will be a muddled mess of a team… attention seekers the lot of them. I know they have interests out of the ring from being underwear athletes, to selfie professionals. Their passion for it is there. They also have a lot of hope and promise. They view the world with bright eyes and speak well. As for their fighting abilities… they exist.
These things might be enough for the average opponent, but they are facing something far better. Just with us on the other side their chances of victory fall. Our team members are also made of somewhat like minded warriors. They can be all witty and sassy but we find that such words rarely transfer over to reality when they are put to the test. Water in hand. The test they will be facing will be rough. I am getting that they can look for the good in the bad. It might do them well to see what they will be facing and to get acquainted to the reality here in SAP. We will be glad to introduce them to it.
Kowloon Zombie: It’s not just us, is it?
Siberia Zombie: The rest of our team is made up of individuals. If they cannot come together and work cohesively with us, then they also be tested. We will not have anything costing us a match this time. We will not have our names attached to another loss here. If they do not cooperate with us then they will be treated just the same as the bubbly-eyed children across the ring from us. They will be met with the reality of the best tag team in SAP.
Kowloon Zombie: That’s a fortune I can believe in.
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There’s a squeak of sneakers on tile as the ever joyful Nora Harris makes her way towards catering, her goal of course being to see if there were any good snacks left, as she is still sort of coming down off of the adrenaline high of her earlier match against Celeste. Her long dark curls are twisted up with a clip as they’re still damp from getting cleaned up and she’s wearing a simply enormous Spirit and Pride t-shirt over her jeans, big enough that she keeps having to adjust the neckline as it drifts off shoulder to shoulder. Her smile is wide and her eyes sparkling as she practically bounces as she moves, and it’s clear that yet again the little pixie cuteness is barely watching where she’s going as she flits her attention this way and that. As she turns around the corner, there is another figure standing there, in an open Hawaiian shirt and short sea blue ring tights and boots. The figure, smoking a Cuban cigar with a pair of shades on the edge of his nose peers at the over enthusiastic figure bouncing through the hallways with strange but silent curiosity, ice cold eyes following as he held onto the glistening golden belt that rested itself on his shoulder.
“Yer got springs in yer booties, lass?” he uttered as Nora passed, the SAP National Champion making reference to the way she walked.
“Huh?” Immediately and without thought the exclamation as Nora turned on a dime, one foot up and the other planted as she whirls, those big eyes taking in the sight of the notorious and mysterious Champion. She blinked and tips her head in a completely too adorable fashion and then she smiles wide.
“Oh hey! Uhm no, not really but I guess you might think so because I sort of…” She trails off and sort of blushes, looking down as she sets her other shoe on the tiles. “Bounce about backstage.”
“I noticed… nice effort out there,” Brendan Samuels uttered, pushing his shades back to the top of his head, which helped keep his silky soft curls at bay. Like a gentleman, he stubbed out his cigar, placing it in a small tin with a pirate ship emblem upon it, as he stood tall about the tiny high flyer. “Yer showing a fair bit of promise, kid. Getting yerself a bit of a reputation, all positive mind. Focused on the fight, rather than the game. It’s smart, too many lose themselves in the game.”
“Thank you.” It isn’t immediately certain if she meant the cigar, the courtesy or even what he’d said but her smile goes practically brilliant just the same as she looks up and up at him. “I had an exceptional trainer, and he wouldn’t have bothered if I wasn’t capable, but I know that just means I have to keep working harder so I don’t waste that. It was a lucky gift, and I’m a grateful individual, I guess. Family name only goes so far too, I can’t let myself get caught up in what people expect just because I’m a Harris. I have to… well I think you understand. You have kind eyes.”
Then of course she blushed brilliant red and lifted a hand up to cover her mouth, but of course was still talking. “I mean, perceptive eyes!” Brendan smiled at her words, nodding his head.
“Family goes a long way, sometimes positive, sometimes negative. Me Da… He were Priest Samuels. Had a little bit of a name in Canada, unknown in the States, respected in Japan but in Europe, and especially the U.K. and Germany… Boyo, he were the King. Yer can imagine the pressure me and the wee boyo, Ciaran had on us.” Samuels smiles, fond memories seemingly flowing through his mind. “Ciaran were always Ma’s boy, he took it in his stride. Plus, I were the one that trained him, so he had less expectation on his back. The wee lad is just as good as me though, taught him nigh on everything I know, and he has some sneaky tricks up his sleeve to boot. But me?” Samuels shook his head in that moment. “So many words, so many requests, so many expectations. Me Da only ever trained two people, me… and a fellow named Andreas Lasiewicz. Such names I had to live up to. Comment after comment, word after word. The pressure was unreal.” He grins widely, resting a hand on Nora’s shoulder. “Yer handle it much better than I did at that age. Yer take it in yer stride, yer bounce along with it. For any youngster in this business, the way yer carry yerself is an inspiration.”
“Wow.” It was a simple and totally artless exclamation, completely sincere as the way she lit up showed. “I would love to hear stories about that sometime, if you wouldn’t mind… we, our family, the wrestling isn’t so much a… well like, we’re the first generation that’s done it. It’s all us cousins and just into everything. But you don’t need to hear me go on.” She made wide gestures with her hands and laughed, almost as if she were trying to hide behind them. “But thank you for that too. I just sort of try to take in everything I can, and improve what I can, because if you don’t this business will grind you down and step on you and I’m blathering on like you don’t already know all this.” She gave him a cute and somewhat rueful look as her hand reached up and patted his where it rested on her shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m really an inspiration, but I think, that I could grow to be.”
“I hear the voices, and for the younglings, yer are.” he politely said. “Do yer know why I don’t go on the endless rants here? The long, overdrawn promos? The neverending speeches of why and how? Why I don’t sit in front of the camera for hours on end telling the world what I’m going to do, how I’m going to do it and why I’m going to do it?”
Nora tips her head back just a bit so she can better look him in the eyes and then of course negates that with a little nod. “I think so. I think, it’s because you’d rather show them how good you are, than tell them over and over what their eyes should have already gathered, right?”
“I am the wrestling,” he uttered. “And no matter how good the Eli’s, Fujiko’s, Jessica’s and Redding’s are, they all have to realize that. And words will never convince them otherwise. Neither will the world. And they are good, great even. But there is so much focus on words when actions are what makes a champion. Words begin attention, sure. But actions, actions are what people remember. So I show them exactly who I am, and then… then they all know my name.” He placed a finger under Nora’s chin, lifting her face so he could make eye contact with her. “One day, if yer keep this up, they may know that about you too.”
“I will.” Her voice is still bubbling with that energy she has, but there’s a tiny hint of pure resolve. “It’s like my music says, and I know people laugh because of who sings it, but it’s true. I won’t give up, and I won’t give in. I’m in it until I reach the end, and then I’ll figure out what comes after.” She smiled at him again and then suddenly laughs a bit. “Gosh you’re really tall, this close up!”
Brendan couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “Yer keep bouncing, and yer will reach heights untold.” He grinned, lowering his shades once more. “Sometimes looking through the trees to feel as small as you can helps more than standing on top of the mountain looking down below.” He gave her another polite nod, before stepping back to leave. “Wish ye well on yer voyage. Sure we will meet again.”
Nora watched as he stepped back to go, and she suddenly grinned. “I bet we do! Maybe someday for the best prize of all! Good luck tonight!” She turned back to her own original path, almost skipping as she headed off snack seeking. Brendan paced away, keeping an eye on the youngster as she bounced away.
“The rate yer going, sooner than yer think.” He grinned before turning away and heading towards the curtains, knowing he had a huge matchup tonight alongside four of the best, and against five of the best.
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CJ Cross VS Ashley Maladano
The match was action packed as CJ and Ashley traded quick moves to one up another. Ashley pummeled CJ with a double leg slam followed by a springboard arm drag. Cross retaliated with a belly to belly suplex and a top rope moonsault. The match was very back and forth until Matt Gamble ran out!
He dove right into the ring and gored CJ off his feet! Only a second later, Celeste hops the barricade and jumps into the ring to hit Ashley in the back with a dropkick! And as if this couldn't get any crazier, Nora Harris runs down the the ring as well! She jumps in as Ashley is getting up and chops the North Atlantic Champion in the chest loud enough for it to echo over the cheering crowd. Celeste and Nora, gaining a measure of revenge for Ashley coming out during their match earlier, double irish whip Maladano into the ropes and hit her with a double flap jack!
Nora slides out of the ring and pumps her fist in the air as Ashley looks on. Meanwhile, Cross and Gamble brawl on the outside. CJ gains the upper hand when he throws Gamble into the unforgiving steel steps. Matt’s back cracks over the edge and he slumps down, only to have Cross grab his head and bash it off the steel step!
Celeste sees what's going on immediately after the flapjack and rushes out of the ring. CJ grabs a chair as Celeste rounds the corner and reaches Matt. CJ has the chair up and is ready to smash Gamble when he looks down at his girlfriend hunched near Matt and shaking her head at CJ, telling him not to do it.
Cross grunts with frustration but Celeste remains firm as she stands. CJ argues with her as the crowd watches. Finally, realizing she isn't budging, Cross throws the chair down in anger and storms off. Celeste watches him go as the show cuts to a commercial break.
Winner: No Contest
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Eli Carlson: Thirty one people in one ring, at one time, and who was the one who walked away victorious?
The scene suddenly flashes to life a moment after Eli’s voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. Already he’s dressed and ready to go for his match later in the evening in which he’d be paired up with long time peers, Persephone Marquis and Bryan Williams.
Eli Carlson: Four others from this company were in this match. One I had shared a wrestling ring with before, that being Mariano Fernandez. One being our general managers favorite, the walking shit emoji himself, Vince Steel. One being Nick Redfield and I don’t think anybody needs to say anything else about that idiot. You’ll see later on this evening just how outmatched and outclassed he is by me. But then that leaves one other. Oh precious lopsided Fujiko. Hours before she was out there proclaiming to the world that she was going to bring the crown jewel back home. What happened instead? Haha… you all know. You’ve all seen it by now. She got tossed, just like the trash that she is.
Obviously enjoying the fact that he was the one who had sent her tumbling over the top rope, Eli chuckled to himself softly before holding his hands out innocently.
Eli Carlson: Now I’m sure you’re sitting there thinking to yourself. But Eli, you were eliminated from the main event. You didn’t bring the crown jewel back home yourself. And you’re right. I didn’t. But let me ask you all this. The fuck would I need to bring another crown jewel back to this place for? I already am the goddamn crown jewel of this place. The absolute best of the best. The tip top of the mountain. I don’t need a shiny golden belt for that to be true. You know how I know that’s true? When I pointed out that, once again, Fuji was a blatant fucking liar, what did she do? Nothing. She said nothing. She kept her goddamn mouth shut because she’s finally… FINALLY… starting to learn her place.
Clearly Eli is taking on a much more serious tone now, and his facial expression reflects that as he continues on.
Eli Carlson: What does Vince Steel do every time I call his oversized ass out? He keeps his damn mouth shut because he knows where he belongs. He knows in the grand scheme of things, sure he’s been here from the start. Sure he’s put in his time. But that doesn’t mean a damn thing when a man of my caliber has entered the fray. For weeks upon weeks upon weeks I’ve walked into the cities, the buildings and the rings that we compete in and I’ve BEGGED for someone to step up. Someone to give me a reason to pause and step back and actually have to TRY. Yet every two weeks I come out here and I call all of you out and none of you has the courage, the spine, the fortitude to do a damn thing about it. And there’s reasons for that.
Drawing a hand up to his mouth, his fingers pulled at the corners of his lips before slowly sliding down the dark hair of his beard.
Eli Carlson: It could be money. God knows you’ve all made money off of my name simply being on the roster. More fans are in the seats. More people turn their television sets to watch the program. A greater quality, and larger quantity, of talent has been drawn to the shows. So sure, finances could be part of it. But the reality of the situation is that everyone knows there’s nothing they can do to stop me. Manny can get on twitter and talk about flying steeds. Nick Redfield can try to pull at the fans heart strings. Marisol can put all her faith in Vince to try and build his confidence up. But at the end of the day, when it comes down to it, I’m fucking untouchable.
Once more the serious tone of Eli’s expression gives way to one of amusement as a smirk curls his upper lip.
Eli Carlson: Everyone is talking about how Cavalcade season is beginning. Matches are being booked to raise interest and build tension between the competitors but lets face it. There’s one fact that every single one of us knows to be true.
A deep breath. A pause. And then the fact is given.
Eli Carlson: Cavalcade season ended the moment my name was placed in the match.
As he stood, staring directly into the camera, the scene came to a close with a resounding, affirmative “QUACK” from Louie the duck before switching elsewhere.
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Eli Carlson & Sadboiz vs. Nick Redfield & BGTL
Eli and Nick started the match. The two locked up and began a series of chaining that led to a statemate and applause from the crowd. The two exchanged some chops and then Eli whipped Nick into the ropes. Nick ducked a clothesline attempt and then rebounded connecting with a dropkick that sent Eli to the mat. Carlson just nodded and Williams reached a hand out for a tag and it was accepted. Bryan entered the ring and began to exchange some strikes with Redfield and landed a few european uppercuts that he followed up with a cravat neckbreaker. Nick rolled into his corner and made the tag into Claire. Williams towered over Claire in a way that looked comical to him. But Rogers didn’t give him long to laugh as she stomped on his foot and followed it up with a manhattan drop. Williams fell to his knees and Claire connected with a low dropkick that caught him right in the jaw. Claire made in the tag to Ximena who looked worked up. Ximena ran in and pulled up Bryan only to be taken for surprise when he connected with an exploder suplex. Williams then laid in with the stomps. Bryan then whipped her into his corner and came running in with a bicycle kick that dropped her in the corner. Bryan makes the tag into Marquis who enters the ring and begins to stomp away at Ximena in the corner. Persephone pulls her up and then goes to whip her into the ropes but Ximena finds a way to use all of her strength to whip Marquis into the corner. Ximena then rushes behind her and catches Persephone with a big yakuza kick. Ximena tags Nick back in and he quickly connected with a fisherman’s suplex with a bridge but Williams broke up the pin fall. Nick pulled up Persephone who was getting her bearings back and started to fight off Redfield with kicks upon kicks, my kid. Redfield looked to be feeling the blows and Marquis sent him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Persephone made the tag to Eli who came in at full speed only for Nick to see him coming and sent Carlson up and over with a belly to belly suplex. The two went at it back and forth until Nick connected with “The Sexiest Piledriver You’ve Ever Seen” (Omega Driver). Redfield went for the cover but the Sadboiz entered the ring to break it up. This caused BGTL to enter the ring and an all out brawl started. BGTL and Bryan spilled to the outside. Marquis waited for the right moment and then connected with a suicide dive taking them all out. Nick called for “Your Swan Song” and started to pull Eli up, but Carlson got separation and then connected with “Your Coronation" (Pele Kick). Redfield hit the mat hard and Carlson made the cover and got the three count.
Winners: Eli Carlson & Sadboiz
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Backstage, we go to the locker room area. The camera goes towards the women’s locker room area, and the shot crossfades into one that is filled with a shot of the number one contender to the North American championship, Fujiko Mine. She adjusts her boots and looks around the room before looking directly into the camera.
Fujiko Mine: Tonight is...interesting.
She shakes her head shortly.
Fujiko Mine: Tonight, I get another chance to cross paths with my fated opponent, Brendan Samuels. But once again, it’s not just us. For him? Andre Holmes, Rachel Redding, and the Zombie Vice Squad.
She puts a smile on her face, thinking about her next words for a moment.
Fujiko Mine: And standing with me? The X champion, Jessica Sears. My fellow Renati sister, Cailey Carter. A relative unknown in Cartier. And Jaser Cruz.
She smiles wider with the last name she says.
Fujiko Mine: My partners have something to fight for. Jessica wishes to establish herself as a good X champion. It is one thing to win a championship, but it’s what you do with that title that determines how history will perceive you. Cailey Carter is returning to action, and wishes to show that she can bounce back after losing to Mariano Fernandez a few weeks ago. Cartier is getting her first taste of the spotlight. She’s one-hundred percent going to get addicted to it. Jaser Cruz is going to want to win, especially with the magnitude of who our opponents are.
Fujiko tilts her head to the camera.
Fujiko Mine: So while I’m not sure I can trust her to watch my back, I can be sure that she’s going to give her absolute best. My other teammates know that this is a great opportunity to show what they can do when facing off against the level of talent that we have to face off against.
She grows serious, her tone lowering slightly.
Fujiko Mine: Andre Holmes wants to right the ship after losing the X championship to Jessica Sears. He hasn’t exactly looked as “relentless” as he wants to believe he can be. The Zombie Vice Squad, if I had to guess, want this match to move forward towards the tag team championships. And Rachel Redding…
A knowing look crosses her face.
Fujiko Mine: Rachel has a particularly special reason to be here. She may have openly given me respect, but I know she wants to ‘avenge’ her loss to me. I know she wants to erase the blemish I put on her record. I know that she hasn’t, not for a second; forgotten that I kicked out the move she’s used to win. I was the first to kick out of the Category 1. I took away her opportunity to fight the Kraken. And for that, I know she “owes me one.”
Fujiko leans in towards the camera now.
Fujiko Mine: And finally, the champion. The man directly in my path. The gatekeeper to my ultimate success. Brendan Samuels. Two weeks ago, The Fam and myself hung an “L” on your record. Tonight? We’re doing it again. And when I finally get that one on one against you?
She grins wickedly.
Fujiko Mine: When they ask who Fujiko beat to become the first ever North American champion? The answer will be…
She loses the smile, raising her force to make sure the point is driven home.
Fujiko Mine: His name was Brendan.
Fujiko nods her head towards the camera again, then gets up from the bench she was sitting on, and heads out of the room. The view then goes back to ringside.
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The Infamous Ten Person Tag Match
Brendan Samuels, Rachel Redding, Andre Holmes, Zombie Vice Squad vs. Fujiko Mine, Jessica Sears, Jaser Cruz, Cartier, Cailey Carter
The fans were hot as this match began, seriously loud as the two teams squared off and Kowloon of the ZVS started out against Ms. Fujiko Mine! They were back and forth quite a bit, his experience giving him a little edge until Fujiko caught him out with a Missile Dropkick that staggered him to the near corner and she followed with a huge Corner Enzuigiri that netted her a close two count. He kicked free just as Siberia stomped Fujiko, she was fast out of there though. Fujiko regained control and took a fight to Kowloon for a minute or two before he dove back toward his team’s side for the first tag out of the match. Here came Brendan Samuels, a loud chant of HIS NAME IS BRENDAN going up but as he moved to engage Fujiko she cooly tagged in Jessica Sears. Oh boy. On the apron Andre Holmes said something to Rachel Redding and pointed at Jessica, she rolled her eyes and he pressed the issue, something about her Category One most likely. In the ring Jessica did her best against the imposing sailor, a Flying Forearm Smash reeling him back and letting her hit a Jumping Yakuza Kick! She hot tagged in Cartier and the pair pulled Brendan up to let Cartier hit a Scissor Kick on him, and she shoved Jessica out of the way so she could try a pin, which led to a cross look on Sears before she left the ring. The delay cost Cartier though as here’s Brendan up to his feet and he dropped her with his Immram Buster! That Slingshot Brainbuster was almost all she wrote but in came Jaser Cruz to stomp Brendan and break up the pin.
Cartier rose up with a look of pure mad but Brendan shook his head and planted Jaser with a slam before he pointed right at Fujiko Mine! She held out her hand to Cartier who scoffed but finally moved to tag her and Fujijo grinned and let Cailey Carter in as the referee told Jaser to get out. Brendan tagged in Rachel Redding who ‘accidentally’ elbowed Andre on the way into the ring and he smacked her shoulder and took the tag! There was a bit of a squabble and that let Cailey hit a Sunkissed Superkick on Andre! She pinned but he kicked out and then glaring at Rachel he whipped Cailey into the corner and hit her with the Deadline Trap - a Running Yakuza Kick followed by a diving Phoenix Splash that almost sealed the match but everyone on Cailey’s side came in and either stomped at Andre or engaged his other teammates and this took up a bit until the referee finally started clearing people out after Andre had quite a Hulk Smash moment for himself and put a bunch of people on their backsides. Brendan and Fujiko wound up legal and it looked like the fans were about to get their wish but no, Rachel reached and tagged in and she and Fujiko traded shots a moment and then Brendan tagged himself in as Cartier was back in and so on back and forth, no matter what they tried Bren and Fujiko just weren’t getting their moment!
Towards the tail end of the match here is Jessica Sears, she’s hitting her stride against Siberia even as Siberia and Kowloon hot tag to try and wear her down! She broke loose and hit T.A.R.D.I.S., Take Flight!, the double Springboard Plancha wiping out the ZVS, but just as she moved to pin there’s Jaser Cruz and he tagged himself in! He smarted off and said he’s got this but he took his attention off of the wily tag team and turned around to find instead of a downed and vulnerable pair a Straight Edge Missile coming right at him as Kowloon threw Siberia! Down went Cruz and Kowloon protected the pin long enough to let Siberia get that precious three count!
Winners: Brendan Samuels, Rachel Redding, Andre Holmes, Zombie Vice Squad
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World Tag Team Title Match
The Reeds vs. The Fam
The bell rang and Charlie started the match against Vince. The two locked up and Vince shoved Charlie back sending him to the mat. Reed wasn’t feeling it and got in the face of Steel. Vince pie faced him away which only caused Charlie to come in swinging. Reed was swinging fast and often but Vince’s hard blows soon took a toll and Charlie looked to be in a bit of distress after Vince landed a spinebuster. Steel tagged in Tillman who came in and landed a few strikes before whipping Charlie into the corner and connecting with a corner splash. Triple T looked hyped up as he pulled Charlie from the corner. Tillman whipped him into the ropes and went for a dropkick but Reed ducked it and and rebounded off the ropes and then caught Terry with a knee to the back of the head. This gave him time to tag in Lilah. Lilah rushed in and caught Terry with a bulldog as he was trying to get up. Lilah then drove her knee into the side of Terry a few times before she pulled him up just to drive him back down to the mat with a ddt. Lilah got back to her feet with a wide smile on her face. A few fans in the front call out to her and start to give her shit which she doesn’t like and unleashes a tirade on them. In the meantime Terry is starting to stir and starts to make his way to Vince but Lilah catches it right in time and cuts him off. Lilah raises a finger to Vince and tells him “No, no, no”, which only looks to aggravate the big man. Terry gets to his feet and gets lit up with a few european uppercuts from Lilah that look to have him stunned but Triple T wasn’t going down easy and connected with a roaring elbow that dropped Lilah. Tillman dropped to his knees looking beat and tired, he started to make his way to Vince. Right as it looked like he was about to make the tag to an eager Steel, Xavier and Grabriel Laroux came out from the crowd and pulled Steel off of the apron. Steel turned around to see Cause & Effect and started to take a few steps towards them. On the inside of the ring Lilah made a tag into Charlie. Tillman was looking out at Vince who was looking like he was about to go after Gabriel and Xavier. What Terry didn’t see was Charlie sneaking up behind him. Reed pulled Tillman from the corner and connected with “Snapping the Reed” (full nelson facebuster). Charlie went for the cover, as Vince heard the ref slapping the mat he turned and tried to enter the ring in time to break the count but didn’t make it as the ref counted three as soon as he entered the ring. On the outside Cause & Effect were all smiles as they waved to Vince. The Reeds collected their titles and celebrated outside the ring.
Winners: The Reeds