Post by Talon Wilkinson on May 30, 2012 14:19:37 GMT -5
CRW Presents: Mayhem
Live from Miami, Florida
American Airlines Arena
May 28, 2012
The massive arena signs flash “SOLD OUT” as the cameras begin to roll and the fans pack into the arena. The lively Miami crowd seems ready to roll as the cameras cut backstage…
Eddie walks into the arena wearing a white short sleeve dress shirt open with white pants and white shoes. He walks in as he is nodding to some of the people and waiving to some screaming females. He keeps walking as he goes to the back, around the technical truck, through the corridors and is now in a office type area with carpeted floors, he walks to the door in the back and knocks
(Voice): Come in
Eddie walks in and walks to the desk
(Eddie): Talon…
The camera pans to show the boss, sitting behind his large desk.
(Talon): …Ed
(Eddie): Listen, we have a long night and I would like to know what your decision is.
(Talon): Normally I would just say “no”... but I’m going do this, it needs to end… But Eddie once I put this in motion. This combined with Crucible, we’re even.
(Eddie): Even for what?
(Talon): Exactly…
Eddie nods and slightly bows. As he walks out he turns back to the boss…
(Eddie): …You won’t regret it, it will be the match of the night.
Eddie leaves the office and the camera cuts over to the entrance where we find Colt Richards, Gravedigger, and Digger's NYPD escort arriving at the arena, and it is shown on the screen in the arena. The two men get a loud pop from the crowd, but are stopped at the door by CRW security.
(Security): Mr. Richards, Mr. Gravedigger...... we have you on the list, but not him.
The guard points to the escort.
(Gravedigger): This was cleared a few days ago. He has to travel with me and should be on the list.
(Security): He's not here, and I can't let him in without his name being here. Maybe he can get a ticket and sit in the crowd?
(Colt): Show's sold out, and he has to stay with Digger when he's not in action. This is part of a legal agreement, and it was cleared with management. Call your boss.
(Security): I don't need to call him. His name is not on the list.
(Gravedigger): Unless you want me to be involved in another incident, call your boss......
The security guard quickly looks down, and makes a phone call. After a moment he puts his phone back in his pocket and has a reply.
(Security): Clerical mistake. You are free to enter.
(Gravedigger): Making that call was a good idea.
The three men enter the building, and are quickly spotted by Jasmine Locklear. She runs over to them with a cameraman.
(Jasmine): Hey guys. Do you have time for a few quick comments?
(Colt): Yeah, we got a few minutes before the big man has to get ready.
(Jasmine): Great. Do you have any more thoughts on your opponents, Gravedigger?
(Gravedigger): Who do you want to talk about?
(Jasmine): How about Black Death.
(Gravedigger): Saw his video. Seems pissed at Leon. So it looks like Leon has put himself in the crosshairs of two of the biggest men in CRW, two men who can snap him in half. Probably a mistake, Leon.
(Jasmine): I guess that takes care of Leon as well. How about Mosh?
(Gravedigger): He'll be ready to fight. Won't matter to me, but he will give it his all. I respect that.
(Jasmine): Mike Mahoney?
(Gravedigger): Are we sure he's not too good for this match? I mean, he picks and chooses interviews. Are we sure he'll even show up? If he does he'll see what a real cage fighter looks like.
(Jasmine): And finally Carlisle Cain.
(Gravedigger): Who?
(Jasmine): I walked right into this one.... Carlisle Cain.
(Colt): Who?
(Jasmine): Carlisle Cain.
(Colt): Who?
As Colt answers the crowd erupts in a "Who" chant.
(Colt): You hear that crowd Jasmine...... that's a nice sound. Thousands of people letting this fool know that he's a nobody. But how about we add a little Cajun style to this chant.... let's go with a "Who Dat"......
The crowd agrees and starts a "Who Dat" chant.
(Colt): Exactly. Who dat. Guy is an absolute tool. Nice job of ducking me Carlisle. At least you had a semi-credible copout excuse you could go with. But the fact is you simply are attempting to pussy out of facing me. Which is fine. I'll find a more credible opponent.
(Jasmine): Word going around is that he's an up-and-coming talent who has a bright future.....
(Colt): That's what happens when you get guys starting rumors about themselves backstage. You get false information. This kid is a punk. A loser. A guy who won't be remembered a year down the road. Jasmine, Carlisle Cain is just like thousands of other wrestlers who have come and gone through this business. He's on a one-way trip to a place I like to call Jobbertown.
The crowd begins a "Jobbertown" chant.
(Colt): Who were talking about here is a idiot kid that will never be able to cash the checks his mouth writes. But maybe he'll get a win or two in his career, and you'll have to hear about it like he just won the World Title. But championships are not in this kid's future. And I am a man who can say a thing or two about titles. I'm a four time World Champion who's held a total of 13 Titles. That means I've held 13 more titles than you ever will. But continue to be a petulent child and act like a big man........ the only thing it will earn you is asskickings.
(Gravedigger): Cain......you don't need to worry about the daughters and girlfriends of the other four men in this match. You need to worry about me. If you're lucky tonight I'll allow you to simply be eliminated from this match. But the odds aren't in your favor. Chances are you will get in my face, and you will say and do something stupid. And that's when your luck will run out. Keep up that attitude kid..... and I'll hurt you.
Gravedigger and Colt walk away.
(Jasmine): Thanks guys..... looks like Gravedigger is focused and ready to go.
The camera cuts back to the arena.
The pyro begins to erupt as the fans are on their feet. The camera sweeps the crowd and reads several of the signs as we go live to Kelly and Eli at ringside to start the show.
(Kelly): Oh My! Welcome folks, to wet and wild Miami, Florida! The HEAT may be turning it up, but we here at CRW are holding it down live from the American Airline Arena! This tropical storm is no match for us, because tonight we have an amazing line up of matches. You all heard C.A.G.E. and LT during the preshow so you know about what a fiery card we have on on our hands, so Eli, who do you think wins the World title match tonight?
(Eli): Hi Kelly, and hello America, now tonight Kelly, to answer your question, I’m going with the veteran champ, Michael Dredge walks out tonight with his title, somehow, now quip pro quo, who do you see winning in the Apex title match?
(Kelly): That is a tough one, three stages of hell… I’ve got to side with Diego, he’s been a warrior since day one, and I think he gets his vengeance on Merlyn, once and for all.
(Eli): I can’t wait for those matches Kelly, now lets not waste the folks time anymore than we already have… lets go to war! THIS IS MAYHEM!
(Announcer): Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! First coming to the ring, from Paradise Valley, Arizona… Josh and John Mathews, the Sundevil Turbo Destroyers!
Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO starts to blast through the arena as Jack and Jon Matthews come out from the curtain. They start dancing and screaming to get the fans going. The walk down the ramp slapping the hands of fans making their way to the ring. Once in the ring they start shaking the ropes and slapping the turnbuckles while screaming which some fans go nuts for while others look confused at the rookie tag team.
(Kelly): Set for tag team action here Eli what do you expect from both young teams.
(Eli): Well this is STD’s first match of their career. They’re greener than the uniforms on the Miami Dolphins. Long as they don’t embarrass themselves or this company they should call it a win tonight. Now as far as –
Eli’s words are cut short as the soulful voice of James Brown get’s the arena on their feet as ‘Get on Up’ plays through the arena speakers. Out step out Samael Pope and Damian Cardinal in matching purple and white wrestling trunks with black vests, hats and sunglasses.
(Announcer): and their opponents, Samael Pope and Damien Cardinal, CHURCH!
The two man don’t just walk out onto the stage they MOVE on the stage as each cartwheels and backflips landing on opposite sides of that stages getting the crowd pumped up. The two men walk back to center stage and start walking down the ramp before Damian stops his brother turns around and moonwalks down the ramp much to the crowds delight. His brother follows suit as the two men continue to flash their smiles and shake hands with fans.
(Eli): Before I was rudely interrupted what I was about to say about our other tag team church …
(Kelly): CHURCH!!
(Eli): What was that … ?
(Kelly): You were pronouncing it wrong. It’s not church it’s CHURCH!!
(Eli): That’s it!! These guys haven’t even wrestled a match and I already hate them.
CHURCH!! Steps into the ring and is immediately confronted by the STD’s. The two teams begin talking to one another as neither wants to disappoint in their debuts for CRW. The talking quickly turns to fighting as the two teams trade blows with another looking to make an impact in CRW. Jon and Jake take control of each member of CHURCH!! backing them into opposite corners with quick punch combinations. The two brothers eye each other and look to throw their opponents into each other. They irish whip them both but CHURCH!! uses there athletic and dancing ability to maneuver out of the way of each other; Damian rolls over Samael and connecting with a Rolling clothesline on Jake Matthews while Samael slides under on his knees and spears Jon into the ring corner. The two brothers from another mothers celebrate wildly at being able to do some athletic moves in Miami and hug in the ring! Jake and Jon regroup outside the ring as they get together a strategy.
(Eli): Are we wrestling or are we dancing in here?
(Kelly): Even a grouch like you has to admit that was pretty impressive.
(Eli): A grouch like me NEVER admits to anything.
Samael tells his Damian to go in the corner as he wants to start this match while Jon Matthews starts out for his team. The referee rings the bell and the man move around the ring gingerly trying to get a feel for one another. The two men lock up and Jon quickly dips under and gets a waistlock hold. Samael doesn’t want to give up any position so he grabs with his two hands the left wrists of Jon to gain control. Using the wrist control he is able to break the waistlock grip wring the arm and deliver a side kick to the face of Jon Matthews.
(Kelly): That was some impressive technique there.
(Eli): I admit nothing.
Jon turns to his corner and tags in Jake Matthews who feints a tie up with Samael dips underneath and delivers a quick German Suplex. Samael pops up only to be hit a clothesline pops up again and gets hit with another. The pace of the match quickens as Jon irish whips Samael Pope against the ropes and hit him low with a kitchen sink going for a quick cover.
(Kelly): Way too early in the match only a one count.
(Eli): Rookies … pfft.
Jake Matthews quickly grabs the head of Samael before he can maneuver to his corner to tag his partner. Jake backs up into his corner where Jon can tag his partner step into the ring and kick Samael in the gut and drop him with a DDT. Jake goes for another cover but Samael kicks out 1 again. Jake sets the African American wrestler in his partner corner and chops him in the chest which solicits a whoooooo response from the crowd. The crowd response has him smiling which gives time for Samael Pope to elbow Jon of the apron and slap Jake in the face allowing him time to run and tag his partner Damian Cardinal who runs in like a man on fire. He meets Jake Matthews in the center of hitting a big time dropkick. Jake quickly gets up and tries running at Damian who quickly drops into a splits and springs back up into a jumping calf kick to smack Jake Matthews right in the chin. Angered at being cheap shotted by Damian, Jon Matthews runs into the ring only to be met by both Pope and Cardinal with a kick to the gut. CHURCH!! hooks each arm and hip tosses Jake Matthews into a double backbreaker. The two African American tag team members now go after the legal man in Jake Matthews and drape his throat over the top rope while Samael Pope holds on to his legs putting him in a hangman position.
(Kelly): What are the two brothers from other mothers going to do now?
(Eli): Please don’t repeat that phrase in my presence again.
(Kelly): What brothers fro –
(Eli): Yes that one.
Damian Cardinal runs across the rings and back to Pope who he leapfrogs over and hits a senton splash.
(Kelly): Wow what an impressive display of tag team prowess. They call that the Leap of Faith.
(Eli): I don’t have much faith in either of these tag teams
Damian quickly goes for a pin cover but Jake Matthews shows some fortitude and kicks out at the count of 2 and a half. Samael steps out on to the apron and asks his partner to tag him who obliges. Now Pope steps into the ring grabbing Jake Matthews and throwing him against the turnbuckle. Just by looking at Jake Matthews you can see he needs to tag his partner desperately. Jake begins to fight back but gets cut short by Samael with a snapmare and then a soccer kick to the spine. Samael tags Damian in who flips over the sitting Jake snapping his neck even more. Cardinal goes for the cover but it gets broken up at the count of 2 by Jon Matthews.
(Eli): Alright I’ll give church this much tagging in and out real quickly definitely reserves your stamina.
(Kelly): Was that so hard Eli?
(Eli): Very.
Jon Matthews doesn’t leave the ring right away so Samael Pope steps in and the two start going at it. The ref starts telling both that they have to leave the ring. Pope punches Jon in the stomach and then uppercuts him in the jaw leaving him standing very woozily. Damian Cardinal walks over and throws a left jab at Jon who still staggers on his feet. Damian Cardinal sees this as a chance to have fun so he begins to do a robot dance move leading into a punch which still keeps Jon on his feet. Finally Damian wins up by doing a Michael Jackson kick grabbing his crotch and hitting Jon with a vicious right hand in a move that he calls the Praise knocking him down. CHURCH!! celebrates with the crowd at the unique move set when Jake Matthews who has been recovering pounces and knocks Samael out of the ring. He turns quickly to Damian who he hits with repeated bionic elbows which disturb the afro that Cardinal had. Damian Cardinal staggers a bit and gets with a big time hurricanrana from Jake Matthews. Matthews hooks the leg getting a very close two count.
(Eli): See what I mean … stop dancing and start wrestling!
(Kelly): You have to admit that was pretty entertaining.
(Eli): Entertaining don’t earn you glory and it don’t keep you employed. Winning does.
Jake is feeding off from the crowd looking to finally connect with a big time move after that huricanrana. He taunts Damian to get up looking to hit the Bottom of the bottle (Rock Bottom). Jake goes to hit the maneuver but its blocked and quickly countered out of nowhere with a Conversion! (SOS). The referee gets down counting the shoulders, Just then two men come out from the crowd with chairs and hit the ring! They instantly start taking out Church and STD. They savagely beat them with the chairs as the refs look on baffled and confused.
(Kelly): Hey! That’s Caleb Cross!!! but who's that man with him?
(Eli): I believe that's "The South Boston Bad Boy" Zack Flannigan. The East Coast Bias decided they wanted to debut tonight too!
Cross then drags Pope to his feet and hits the East Coast Connection (Zig Zag).
(Kelly): East Coast Connection by Cross!
(Eli): These guys are really putting a hurting on the other teams.
Flannigan pulls Jack Matthews to his feet then puts him in what appears to be the set up for a Gory Bomb. He then reaches behind him and pulls Jack's upper body back even farther. He then drops down with an inverted STO. The crowd goes nuts.
(Kelly): Eli what was that?
(Eli): I have never seen that move in my entire life.
Zack then calls for a mic from ringside.
(Zack): Now some of you know who this guy is (pointing to Caleb Cross) but most of you don't know who I am and we are here to make sure that we become household names! We have been sitting idly by for far too long. Watching guys like Draconis, Corbin, Dempsey, Zent, Gravedigger, even Diego and Lucas Payne all get pushes that we feel they don't deserve. See either one of us is better than all of them put together, so imagine what we will be like as a tag team. See you can cheer or boo. Honestly I don't care. I'm not here for your affection or your condemnation. I'm here for everyone back there (points to the back) to finally recognize real talent. Just like these idiots in here have come to find out. You see we have an advantage these other two teams don't have.
Flannigan then walks over to a still downed Pope he then slaps him a few times before hitting him with the mic. He then hovers over him.
(Zack): No one gives a shit about the Midwest and your pathetic shithole of a city, Chicago.
Flannigan now walks over to a downed Jack Matthews. He stomps him a few times before hitting him with the mic.
(Zack): No one gives a shit about the southwest and that dry ass desert you come from.
Flannigan then returns to the center of the ring where Cross is standing.
(Zack): You see the advantage we have makes us so much better than everyone else. That advantage is the East Coast Bias.
Flannigan then hands the mic over to Cross.
(Cross): Hello South Florida, guess who’s back!
The fans boo the former fan favorite as he smiles arrogantly, embracing the wrath
(Cross): You heard my new tag team partner, Zack Flannigan, we are the E.C.B. East Coast Bias, and we are the next CRW Tag Team Champions! Not only that, we are the next generation of superstars in professional wrestling! This is an ESPN sponsored event, right? ,,,well let me just say then, that The East Coast Bias, is “NEXT!”
Caleb looks out into the crowd and lets out a slight scoff.
(Cross): The sad thing is, as we stand here and represent the East Coast, you ignorant fans boo us, but that’s ok. We represent what is great in America, what is GREAT in Professional wrestling. The EAST COAST. Look at the history of wrestling, Georgia, Connecticut, The Carolina’s, some of the greatest territories in wrestling are from the east coast! So now, we are here, to carve out our place in history… Zack and myself, we are going to insure that CRW, and the New York territory, is known as the greatest piece of wrestling property the world over!
Caleb drops the mic and turns with his chair, dropping Damien Cardinal as he enters the ring. Flannigan quickly joins in, punishing him with the chair before the two leave the ring together with a confident grin on each of their faces as the fans boo and harass them.
(Eli): Well everyone, it looks like the tag division just got EVEN MORE interesting… and a little more bias. The East Coast Bias is here in CRW!
(Kelly): What nerve these punks have, to interrupt such a competitive match, just to get some spotlight and attention… it just appalls me to see what the youth of wrestling resorts too.
(Eli): Kelly, I think this was very old school. You come in, send your message, make your point, and leave. Well played young men!
(Kelly): Jesssh, somebody’s buying into the Bias.
(Eli): I’m from the East Coast, I LOVE IT!
(Kelly): Well folks, Next up we have a second battle of the newcomers as AJ Johnson takes on Natalie Burrows.
(Eli): Alright! I'm looking forward to this!!
(Kelly): Me too, it'll be great to see how these two make their marks in this double-debut!
(Eli): It's not that... I just wanna see Johnson prove that the ring is no place for a beautiful woman like Miss Burrows... She should be in my be-
(Kelly): ELI!
(Announcer): The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first... From Durham, North Carolina... Natalie Burrows!
The arena goes black, a darkness that lingers for a few seconds before the UAtron comes to life. Footage that has been treated to look old and faded rolls of the Southern Belle fighting her way back up to her feet after being knocked down-- and the moment that she appears on the screen, the crowd cheers loudly for the fan-favorite that is about to come out. As the blond regains her feet in that video footage, bruised and battered but still willing to fight, the chorus of 'Don't Die Digging' hits the sound system with a vengeance. The song competes with the cheers that fill the air as Natalie Burrows walks emerges from behind the curtain, a bit of a spring in her step and a determined smile on her lips. Thrusting her fists skyward, the motion triggers a shower of white and coral sparks to fall from above, raining down behind her as the crowd cheers louder for her. Once the pyros have finished going off, the Southern Belle makes her way down the ramp, slapping the outreached hands as she goes. Speeding up when she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach and gets to her feet before she mounts the nearest turnbuckles and thrusts both fists skyward again, soaking up the crowd's affection for her while doing her best to show her appreciation in return. Natalie hops down and begins going through some basic stretches as her music fades.
(Announcer): And her opponent... From Atlanta, Georgia... A.J. Johnson!
“In My Way” by Seether hits, and AJ comes flying out of the back, throwing out his arms in a cocky pose to soak up the boos. He walks slowly to the ring, insisting the official keeps Miss Burrows to the far corner. He slides in, miming going to climb the turnbuckle but instead leaping across the ring and pouncing on Natalie!
(Eli): That's what I mean! AJ not wasting time, going right on the offensive.
(Kelly): With a low-down cheap attack! The bell hasn't even sounded.
The official calls for the bell and the contest officially begins. While the beatdown continues in the corner, Leon Corbin walks out from the back. No music, no fanfare, just walks right on out.
(Kelly): That’s... Leon… Corbin?! He's not in this match...
(Eli): Maybe he's here to help the beatdown?
(Kelly): Or make the save?
He does neither, instead taking the spare seat at the announce table and placing on a headset.
(Leon): Eli. Kelly, looking beautiful as always.
(Kelly): Stay away from me… please.
(Eli): Good to see you man, but you're not scheduled to be out here?
(Leon): Got bored back there.
In the ring the official finally forces Johnson to let Natalie out of the corner. He does so, but only so he can quickly lock in a headlock to drag Burrows the rest of the way across the ring. She drives back to the ropes, pushing away, but AJ uses her hair to maintain grip and the headlock. Cockily he taps the side of his head, shouting how he's smarter than a girl. She tries again, but gets the same results. AJ shows of further, getting distracted shouting abuse at the crowd. This allows Miss Burrows time to plant a forceful blow to his stomach, doubling AJ over while he maintains the hold. A second and third shot meet their target. Annoyed, Johnson grabs the sides of Natalie's head and throws her over the top rope...
BUT she holds on!! Rolling backwards and skinning the cat back so her legs are around the neck of AJ, allowing her to hurricanrana him over the top, sending them both to the floor.
(Leon): DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
(Kelly): Cockiness catching up with AJ, as Natalie shows some girl power!
(Leon): Yeah, that was cool... But that guy in the front row managed to jump to his feet without spilling any of the drink in his hands!! OH! MY! GOD!
(Eli): ….oooooookay.
Having landed leaning on the ring, Natalie turns to see AJ rising, so throws him into the ring before a count can even be made. Leaping to the apron, she waits for Johnson to start pulling himself up on the ropes, and when he does, leaps over him, taking him down in a sunset-flip pin.
….1!
AJ kicks out with force and the pair both roll to their feet. Immediately Johnson lunges into a double-leg takedown and floats over into a jackknife cover.
…..1!
….2!
Barely 2, as Burrows kicks out. She's immediately faced with a gut kick, which she catches, rolling under for a dragon screw whip. Neither competitor is down long, and this time it's Natalie that charges in, getting caught in a deep arm drag that Johnson holds into an arm lock. Rising and twisting, he makes it a front facelock. A half-suplex lift follows, but rather than a full suplex, the impact instead is that of a sitout-facebuster.
(Leon): So anyway, I said to her..
(Kelly): Sorry, said to who?
(Leon): Angelina Jolie.. You know.. The story I was telling...
(Kelly): Story? You've been silent for the last few minutes..
(Leon): Do you want to know how I came to be the Prince of a town called Bel-Air or not?
(Eli): …anyways….
Johnson rises to his feet, yelling to the crowd about a woman's place not being in the ring, and how he is the real talent here. Continuing, he starts to pull Natalie to her feet, now shouting into her face. You can see the anger rising, but she closes her eyes and takes a breath to calm herself. AJ smirks, delivering a slap and telling her to leave…
(Kelly): This guy, AJ, he’s a sexist pig! Just like CAGE.
(Eli): He does have a point though.
(Kelly): You’re really a...
(Eli): WHOA, Ladies and Gentlemen, Leon has just leapt the barricade behind us and is running away though the crowd, screaming at someone to get away. We hope he regains some sanity before his match.
Natalie does indeed snap, delivering a fast combination of slaps and kicks that would make Tajiri jealous. She ends with a sharp roundhouse kick to the back of her opponents head.
(Kelly): This might not last much longer... She looks fired up. And you know what they say about hell fury and scorned women...
(Eli): It's got something to do with kitchens and dinner right?
A groggy Johnson rises to one knee. Simultaneously Miss Burrows hits the ropes to his right hand side.. Bouncing off and hitting Closure (scissors kick).
(Kelly): And there is the Closure on this one!
(Eli): You have the cheek to go off about my wordplay!
The fans chant along with the ref.
…1!
…2!
…3!
(Announcer): Here is your winner… Natalie Burrows!
The fans are on their feet, cheering Natalie on as she quickly gets to her feet and throws her arm into the air, victorious! She looks taken back by the outpour of fan support, her white teeth glistening as she can’t help but smile.
Natalie goes corner to corner to celebrate her first win in CRW, when suddenly AJ Johnson gets back to his feet. He is fuming, arguing with the ref about the end of the match. The ref shakes his head and leaves the ring, as AJ turns his attention to Natalie.
(Eli): oh boy, AJ looks like he’s not done.
AJ stalks Natalie as she continues to face the fans in the crowd. As she turns around, He charges her, yelling as he runs. Natalie quickly side steps him, allowing him to run into the turnbuckles, she quickly unleashes a violent kick to the head that drops AJ and sends him tumbling between the middle ropes and falling to the floor!
The fans EXPLODE as Natalie’s music hits and she again plays off the crowd before exiting the ring.
(Kelly): Wow, talk about an embarrassing debut. AJ Johnson, who talked down to Natalie earlier in the week for being female, well he just got his ass handed to him!
(Eli): Not a great showing for AJ, but it was his first CRW match, maybe he just needs find his groove.
The cameras cut backstage to the hallway just beyond the stairs leading up to the entrance ramp. Faint cheers can be heard as the newly-victorious Natalie Burrows comes into view, her skin still slick from sweat from competing against AJ Johnson. Accepting a bottle of water from a production assistant with murmured thanks, she's in the middle of taking a drink when CRW's owner approaches, a smile tugging at his lips. Talon pats the Southern Belle'e shoulder, his tone one of approval when he speaks.
(Talon): Hey, good job out there. I think you just laid a lot of doubters to rest.
Natalie nods in thanks before she responds.
(Natalie): Anyone that doubts my ability to compete is more than welcome to find out just how wrong they are in the middle of the ring.
(Talon): Yeah, well… they don't know what I know.
The North Carolinian male chuckles to himself as the blond arches a brow.
(Natalie): Oh..?And what do you know that they don't, mm?
(Talon): That any student of Morgan Reid's is going to know what they're doing.
A pause; Natalie blinks before a knowing smile tugs at her lips.
(Natalie): …you owe him money again, don't you?
(Talon): …some things never change.
They both chuckle, the blond shaking her head in amusement.
(Talon): But seriously, it's such a mind trip to see you all grown up and taking on the world without so much as a lick of fear. It's hard to believe that the girl that was always so much shorter than me grew into--
(Natalie): --a young woman that's not so short and defenseless anymore?
Natalie chuckles, patting Talon's back.
(Natalie): Yes, well, time changes us all, Mister Wilkinson.
CRW's owner frowns faintly.
(Talon): Jeez, what's it gonna take to get you to just call me Tal like you used to?
(Natalie): Sorry, but you're my boss now. You know what that means. Now if you'll excuse me, I feel about nine different kinds of sticky.
A mumbled response escapes Talon's lips as he watches the blond go, his eyes lingering on her until she turns the corner and moves out of sight. It's not until she's gone that he responds, sounding a bit disappointed.
(Talon): ….yeah, I know.
Sighing, Talon shakes his head. The camera cuts elsewhere as he resumes going about his business.
Live from Miami, Florida
American Airlines Arena
May 28, 2012
The massive arena signs flash “SOLD OUT” as the cameras begin to roll and the fans pack into the arena. The lively Miami crowd seems ready to roll as the cameras cut backstage…
Eddie walks into the arena wearing a white short sleeve dress shirt open with white pants and white shoes. He walks in as he is nodding to some of the people and waiving to some screaming females. He keeps walking as he goes to the back, around the technical truck, through the corridors and is now in a office type area with carpeted floors, he walks to the door in the back and knocks
(Voice): Come in
Eddie walks in and walks to the desk
(Eddie): Talon…
The camera pans to show the boss, sitting behind his large desk.
(Talon): …Ed
(Eddie): Listen, we have a long night and I would like to know what your decision is.
(Talon): Normally I would just say “no”... but I’m going do this, it needs to end… But Eddie once I put this in motion. This combined with Crucible, we’re even.
(Eddie): Even for what?
(Talon): Exactly…
Eddie nods and slightly bows. As he walks out he turns back to the boss…
(Eddie): …You won’t regret it, it will be the match of the night.
Eddie leaves the office and the camera cuts over to the entrance where we find Colt Richards, Gravedigger, and Digger's NYPD escort arriving at the arena, and it is shown on the screen in the arena. The two men get a loud pop from the crowd, but are stopped at the door by CRW security.
(Security): Mr. Richards, Mr. Gravedigger...... we have you on the list, but not him.
The guard points to the escort.
(Gravedigger): This was cleared a few days ago. He has to travel with me and should be on the list.
(Security): He's not here, and I can't let him in without his name being here. Maybe he can get a ticket and sit in the crowd?
(Colt): Show's sold out, and he has to stay with Digger when he's not in action. This is part of a legal agreement, and it was cleared with management. Call your boss.
(Security): I don't need to call him. His name is not on the list.
(Gravedigger): Unless you want me to be involved in another incident, call your boss......
The security guard quickly looks down, and makes a phone call. After a moment he puts his phone back in his pocket and has a reply.
(Security): Clerical mistake. You are free to enter.
(Gravedigger): Making that call was a good idea.
The three men enter the building, and are quickly spotted by Jasmine Locklear. She runs over to them with a cameraman.
(Jasmine): Hey guys. Do you have time for a few quick comments?
(Colt): Yeah, we got a few minutes before the big man has to get ready.
(Jasmine): Great. Do you have any more thoughts on your opponents, Gravedigger?
(Gravedigger): Who do you want to talk about?
(Jasmine): How about Black Death.
(Gravedigger): Saw his video. Seems pissed at Leon. So it looks like Leon has put himself in the crosshairs of two of the biggest men in CRW, two men who can snap him in half. Probably a mistake, Leon.
(Jasmine): I guess that takes care of Leon as well. How about Mosh?
(Gravedigger): He'll be ready to fight. Won't matter to me, but he will give it his all. I respect that.
(Jasmine): Mike Mahoney?
(Gravedigger): Are we sure he's not too good for this match? I mean, he picks and chooses interviews. Are we sure he'll even show up? If he does he'll see what a real cage fighter looks like.
(Jasmine): And finally Carlisle Cain.
(Gravedigger): Who?
(Jasmine): I walked right into this one.... Carlisle Cain.
(Colt): Who?
(Jasmine): Carlisle Cain.
(Colt): Who?
As Colt answers the crowd erupts in a "Who" chant.
(Colt): You hear that crowd Jasmine...... that's a nice sound. Thousands of people letting this fool know that he's a nobody. But how about we add a little Cajun style to this chant.... let's go with a "Who Dat"......
The crowd agrees and starts a "Who Dat" chant.
(Colt): Exactly. Who dat. Guy is an absolute tool. Nice job of ducking me Carlisle. At least you had a semi-credible copout excuse you could go with. But the fact is you simply are attempting to pussy out of facing me. Which is fine. I'll find a more credible opponent.
(Jasmine): Word going around is that he's an up-and-coming talent who has a bright future.....
(Colt): That's what happens when you get guys starting rumors about themselves backstage. You get false information. This kid is a punk. A loser. A guy who won't be remembered a year down the road. Jasmine, Carlisle Cain is just like thousands of other wrestlers who have come and gone through this business. He's on a one-way trip to a place I like to call Jobbertown.
The crowd begins a "Jobbertown" chant.
(Colt): Who were talking about here is a idiot kid that will never be able to cash the checks his mouth writes. But maybe he'll get a win or two in his career, and you'll have to hear about it like he just won the World Title. But championships are not in this kid's future. And I am a man who can say a thing or two about titles. I'm a four time World Champion who's held a total of 13 Titles. That means I've held 13 more titles than you ever will. But continue to be a petulent child and act like a big man........ the only thing it will earn you is asskickings.
(Gravedigger): Cain......you don't need to worry about the daughters and girlfriends of the other four men in this match. You need to worry about me. If you're lucky tonight I'll allow you to simply be eliminated from this match. But the odds aren't in your favor. Chances are you will get in my face, and you will say and do something stupid. And that's when your luck will run out. Keep up that attitude kid..... and I'll hurt you.
Gravedigger and Colt walk away.
(Jasmine): Thanks guys..... looks like Gravedigger is focused and ready to go.
The camera cuts back to the arena.
The pyro begins to erupt as the fans are on their feet. The camera sweeps the crowd and reads several of the signs as we go live to Kelly and Eli at ringside to start the show.
(Kelly): Oh My! Welcome folks, to wet and wild Miami, Florida! The HEAT may be turning it up, but we here at CRW are holding it down live from the American Airline Arena! This tropical storm is no match for us, because tonight we have an amazing line up of matches. You all heard C.A.G.E. and LT during the preshow so you know about what a fiery card we have on on our hands, so Eli, who do you think wins the World title match tonight?
(Eli): Hi Kelly, and hello America, now tonight Kelly, to answer your question, I’m going with the veteran champ, Michael Dredge walks out tonight with his title, somehow, now quip pro quo, who do you see winning in the Apex title match?
(Kelly): That is a tough one, three stages of hell… I’ve got to side with Diego, he’s been a warrior since day one, and I think he gets his vengeance on Merlyn, once and for all.
(Eli): I can’t wait for those matches Kelly, now lets not waste the folks time anymore than we already have… lets go to war! THIS IS MAYHEM!
VS.
CHURCH vs. Sundevil Turbo Destroyers
CHURCH vs. Sundevil Turbo Destroyers
(Announcer): Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! First coming to the ring, from Paradise Valley, Arizona… Josh and John Mathews, the Sundevil Turbo Destroyers!
Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO starts to blast through the arena as Jack and Jon Matthews come out from the curtain. They start dancing and screaming to get the fans going. The walk down the ramp slapping the hands of fans making their way to the ring. Once in the ring they start shaking the ropes and slapping the turnbuckles while screaming which some fans go nuts for while others look confused at the rookie tag team.
(Kelly): Set for tag team action here Eli what do you expect from both young teams.
(Eli): Well this is STD’s first match of their career. They’re greener than the uniforms on the Miami Dolphins. Long as they don’t embarrass themselves or this company they should call it a win tonight. Now as far as –
Eli’s words are cut short as the soulful voice of James Brown get’s the arena on their feet as ‘Get on Up’ plays through the arena speakers. Out step out Samael Pope and Damian Cardinal in matching purple and white wrestling trunks with black vests, hats and sunglasses.
(Announcer): and their opponents, Samael Pope and Damien Cardinal, CHURCH!
The two man don’t just walk out onto the stage they MOVE on the stage as each cartwheels and backflips landing on opposite sides of that stages getting the crowd pumped up. The two men walk back to center stage and start walking down the ramp before Damian stops his brother turns around and moonwalks down the ramp much to the crowds delight. His brother follows suit as the two men continue to flash their smiles and shake hands with fans.
(Eli): Before I was rudely interrupted what I was about to say about our other tag team church …
(Kelly): CHURCH!!
(Eli): What was that … ?
(Kelly): You were pronouncing it wrong. It’s not church it’s CHURCH!!
(Eli): That’s it!! These guys haven’t even wrestled a match and I already hate them.
CHURCH!! Steps into the ring and is immediately confronted by the STD’s. The two teams begin talking to one another as neither wants to disappoint in their debuts for CRW. The talking quickly turns to fighting as the two teams trade blows with another looking to make an impact in CRW. Jon and Jake take control of each member of CHURCH!! backing them into opposite corners with quick punch combinations. The two brothers eye each other and look to throw their opponents into each other. They irish whip them both but CHURCH!! uses there athletic and dancing ability to maneuver out of the way of each other; Damian rolls over Samael and connecting with a Rolling clothesline on Jake Matthews while Samael slides under on his knees and spears Jon into the ring corner. The two brothers from another mothers celebrate wildly at being able to do some athletic moves in Miami and hug in the ring! Jake and Jon regroup outside the ring as they get together a strategy.
(Eli): Are we wrestling or are we dancing in here?
(Kelly): Even a grouch like you has to admit that was pretty impressive.
(Eli): A grouch like me NEVER admits to anything.
Samael tells his Damian to go in the corner as he wants to start this match while Jon Matthews starts out for his team. The referee rings the bell and the man move around the ring gingerly trying to get a feel for one another. The two men lock up and Jon quickly dips under and gets a waistlock hold. Samael doesn’t want to give up any position so he grabs with his two hands the left wrists of Jon to gain control. Using the wrist control he is able to break the waistlock grip wring the arm and deliver a side kick to the face of Jon Matthews.
(Kelly): That was some impressive technique there.
(Eli): I admit nothing.
Jon turns to his corner and tags in Jake Matthews who feints a tie up with Samael dips underneath and delivers a quick German Suplex. Samael pops up only to be hit a clothesline pops up again and gets hit with another. The pace of the match quickens as Jon irish whips Samael Pope against the ropes and hit him low with a kitchen sink going for a quick cover.
(Kelly): Way too early in the match only a one count.
(Eli): Rookies … pfft.
Jake Matthews quickly grabs the head of Samael before he can maneuver to his corner to tag his partner. Jake backs up into his corner where Jon can tag his partner step into the ring and kick Samael in the gut and drop him with a DDT. Jake goes for another cover but Samael kicks out 1 again. Jake sets the African American wrestler in his partner corner and chops him in the chest which solicits a whoooooo response from the crowd. The crowd response has him smiling which gives time for Samael Pope to elbow Jon of the apron and slap Jake in the face allowing him time to run and tag his partner Damian Cardinal who runs in like a man on fire. He meets Jake Matthews in the center of hitting a big time dropkick. Jake quickly gets up and tries running at Damian who quickly drops into a splits and springs back up into a jumping calf kick to smack Jake Matthews right in the chin. Angered at being cheap shotted by Damian, Jon Matthews runs into the ring only to be met by both Pope and Cardinal with a kick to the gut. CHURCH!! hooks each arm and hip tosses Jake Matthews into a double backbreaker. The two African American tag team members now go after the legal man in Jake Matthews and drape his throat over the top rope while Samael Pope holds on to his legs putting him in a hangman position.
(Kelly): What are the two brothers from other mothers going to do now?
(Eli): Please don’t repeat that phrase in my presence again.
(Kelly): What brothers fro –
(Eli): Yes that one.
Damian Cardinal runs across the rings and back to Pope who he leapfrogs over and hits a senton splash.
(Kelly): Wow what an impressive display of tag team prowess. They call that the Leap of Faith.
(Eli): I don’t have much faith in either of these tag teams
Damian quickly goes for a pin cover but Jake Matthews shows some fortitude and kicks out at the count of 2 and a half. Samael steps out on to the apron and asks his partner to tag him who obliges. Now Pope steps into the ring grabbing Jake Matthews and throwing him against the turnbuckle. Just by looking at Jake Matthews you can see he needs to tag his partner desperately. Jake begins to fight back but gets cut short by Samael with a snapmare and then a soccer kick to the spine. Samael tags Damian in who flips over the sitting Jake snapping his neck even more. Cardinal goes for the cover but it gets broken up at the count of 2 by Jon Matthews.
(Eli): Alright I’ll give church this much tagging in and out real quickly definitely reserves your stamina.
(Kelly): Was that so hard Eli?
(Eli): Very.
Jon Matthews doesn’t leave the ring right away so Samael Pope steps in and the two start going at it. The ref starts telling both that they have to leave the ring. Pope punches Jon in the stomach and then uppercuts him in the jaw leaving him standing very woozily. Damian Cardinal walks over and throws a left jab at Jon who still staggers on his feet. Damian Cardinal sees this as a chance to have fun so he begins to do a robot dance move leading into a punch which still keeps Jon on his feet. Finally Damian wins up by doing a Michael Jackson kick grabbing his crotch and hitting Jon with a vicious right hand in a move that he calls the Praise knocking him down. CHURCH!! celebrates with the crowd at the unique move set when Jake Matthews who has been recovering pounces and knocks Samael out of the ring. He turns quickly to Damian who he hits with repeated bionic elbows which disturb the afro that Cardinal had. Damian Cardinal staggers a bit and gets with a big time hurricanrana from Jake Matthews. Matthews hooks the leg getting a very close two count.
(Eli): See what I mean … stop dancing and start wrestling!
(Kelly): You have to admit that was pretty entertaining.
(Eli): Entertaining don’t earn you glory and it don’t keep you employed. Winning does.
Jake is feeding off from the crowd looking to finally connect with a big time move after that huricanrana. He taunts Damian to get up looking to hit the Bottom of the bottle (Rock Bottom). Jake goes to hit the maneuver but its blocked and quickly countered out of nowhere with a Conversion! (SOS). The referee gets down counting the shoulders, Just then two men come out from the crowd with chairs and hit the ring! They instantly start taking out Church and STD. They savagely beat them with the chairs as the refs look on baffled and confused.
(Kelly): Hey! That’s Caleb Cross!!! but who's that man with him?
(Eli): I believe that's "The South Boston Bad Boy" Zack Flannigan. The East Coast Bias decided they wanted to debut tonight too!
Cross then drags Pope to his feet and hits the East Coast Connection (Zig Zag).
(Kelly): East Coast Connection by Cross!
(Eli): These guys are really putting a hurting on the other teams.
Flannigan pulls Jack Matthews to his feet then puts him in what appears to be the set up for a Gory Bomb. He then reaches behind him and pulls Jack's upper body back even farther. He then drops down with an inverted STO. The crowd goes nuts.
(Kelly): Eli what was that?
(Eli): I have never seen that move in my entire life.
Zack then calls for a mic from ringside.
(Zack): Now some of you know who this guy is (pointing to Caleb Cross) but most of you don't know who I am and we are here to make sure that we become household names! We have been sitting idly by for far too long. Watching guys like Draconis, Corbin, Dempsey, Zent, Gravedigger, even Diego and Lucas Payne all get pushes that we feel they don't deserve. See either one of us is better than all of them put together, so imagine what we will be like as a tag team. See you can cheer or boo. Honestly I don't care. I'm not here for your affection or your condemnation. I'm here for everyone back there (points to the back) to finally recognize real talent. Just like these idiots in here have come to find out. You see we have an advantage these other two teams don't have.
Flannigan then walks over to a still downed Pope he then slaps him a few times before hitting him with the mic. He then hovers over him.
(Zack): No one gives a shit about the Midwest and your pathetic shithole of a city, Chicago.
Flannigan now walks over to a downed Jack Matthews. He stomps him a few times before hitting him with the mic.
(Zack): No one gives a shit about the southwest and that dry ass desert you come from.
Flannigan then returns to the center of the ring where Cross is standing.
(Zack): You see the advantage we have makes us so much better than everyone else. That advantage is the East Coast Bias.
Flannigan then hands the mic over to Cross.
(Cross): Hello South Florida, guess who’s back!
The fans boo the former fan favorite as he smiles arrogantly, embracing the wrath
(Cross): You heard my new tag team partner, Zack Flannigan, we are the E.C.B. East Coast Bias, and we are the next CRW Tag Team Champions! Not only that, we are the next generation of superstars in professional wrestling! This is an ESPN sponsored event, right? ,,,well let me just say then, that The East Coast Bias, is “NEXT!”
Caleb looks out into the crowd and lets out a slight scoff.
(Cross): The sad thing is, as we stand here and represent the East Coast, you ignorant fans boo us, but that’s ok. We represent what is great in America, what is GREAT in Professional wrestling. The EAST COAST. Look at the history of wrestling, Georgia, Connecticut, The Carolina’s, some of the greatest territories in wrestling are from the east coast! So now, we are here, to carve out our place in history… Zack and myself, we are going to insure that CRW, and the New York territory, is known as the greatest piece of wrestling property the world over!
Caleb drops the mic and turns with his chair, dropping Damien Cardinal as he enters the ring. Flannigan quickly joins in, punishing him with the chair before the two leave the ring together with a confident grin on each of their faces as the fans boo and harass them.
(Eli): Well everyone, it looks like the tag division just got EVEN MORE interesting… and a little more bias. The East Coast Bias is here in CRW!
(Kelly): What nerve these punks have, to interrupt such a competitive match, just to get some spotlight and attention… it just appalls me to see what the youth of wrestling resorts too.
(Eli): Kelly, I think this was very old school. You come in, send your message, make your point, and leave. Well played young men!
(Kelly): Jesssh, somebody’s buying into the Bias.
(Eli): I’m from the East Coast, I LOVE IT!
VS.
Natalie Burrows vs. AJ Johnson
Natalie Burrows vs. AJ Johnson
(Kelly): Well folks, Next up we have a second battle of the newcomers as AJ Johnson takes on Natalie Burrows.
(Eli): Alright! I'm looking forward to this!!
(Kelly): Me too, it'll be great to see how these two make their marks in this double-debut!
(Eli): It's not that... I just wanna see Johnson prove that the ring is no place for a beautiful woman like Miss Burrows... She should be in my be-
(Kelly): ELI!
(Announcer): The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first... From Durham, North Carolina... Natalie Burrows!
The arena goes black, a darkness that lingers for a few seconds before the UAtron comes to life. Footage that has been treated to look old and faded rolls of the Southern Belle fighting her way back up to her feet after being knocked down-- and the moment that she appears on the screen, the crowd cheers loudly for the fan-favorite that is about to come out. As the blond regains her feet in that video footage, bruised and battered but still willing to fight, the chorus of 'Don't Die Digging' hits the sound system with a vengeance. The song competes with the cheers that fill the air as Natalie Burrows walks emerges from behind the curtain, a bit of a spring in her step and a determined smile on her lips. Thrusting her fists skyward, the motion triggers a shower of white and coral sparks to fall from above, raining down behind her as the crowd cheers louder for her. Once the pyros have finished going off, the Southern Belle makes her way down the ramp, slapping the outreached hands as she goes. Speeding up when she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach and gets to her feet before she mounts the nearest turnbuckles and thrusts both fists skyward again, soaking up the crowd's affection for her while doing her best to show her appreciation in return. Natalie hops down and begins going through some basic stretches as her music fades.
(Announcer): And her opponent... From Atlanta, Georgia... A.J. Johnson!
“In My Way” by Seether hits, and AJ comes flying out of the back, throwing out his arms in a cocky pose to soak up the boos. He walks slowly to the ring, insisting the official keeps Miss Burrows to the far corner. He slides in, miming going to climb the turnbuckle but instead leaping across the ring and pouncing on Natalie!
(Eli): That's what I mean! AJ not wasting time, going right on the offensive.
(Kelly): With a low-down cheap attack! The bell hasn't even sounded.
The official calls for the bell and the contest officially begins. While the beatdown continues in the corner, Leon Corbin walks out from the back. No music, no fanfare, just walks right on out.
(Kelly): That’s... Leon… Corbin?! He's not in this match...
(Eli): Maybe he's here to help the beatdown?
(Kelly): Or make the save?
He does neither, instead taking the spare seat at the announce table and placing on a headset.
(Leon): Eli. Kelly, looking beautiful as always.
(Kelly): Stay away from me… please.
(Eli): Good to see you man, but you're not scheduled to be out here?
(Leon): Got bored back there.
In the ring the official finally forces Johnson to let Natalie out of the corner. He does so, but only so he can quickly lock in a headlock to drag Burrows the rest of the way across the ring. She drives back to the ropes, pushing away, but AJ uses her hair to maintain grip and the headlock. Cockily he taps the side of his head, shouting how he's smarter than a girl. She tries again, but gets the same results. AJ shows of further, getting distracted shouting abuse at the crowd. This allows Miss Burrows time to plant a forceful blow to his stomach, doubling AJ over while he maintains the hold. A second and third shot meet their target. Annoyed, Johnson grabs the sides of Natalie's head and throws her over the top rope...
BUT she holds on!! Rolling backwards and skinning the cat back so her legs are around the neck of AJ, allowing her to hurricanrana him over the top, sending them both to the floor.
(Leon): DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
(Kelly): Cockiness catching up with AJ, as Natalie shows some girl power!
(Leon): Yeah, that was cool... But that guy in the front row managed to jump to his feet without spilling any of the drink in his hands!! OH! MY! GOD!
(Eli): ….oooooookay.
Having landed leaning on the ring, Natalie turns to see AJ rising, so throws him into the ring before a count can even be made. Leaping to the apron, she waits for Johnson to start pulling himself up on the ropes, and when he does, leaps over him, taking him down in a sunset-flip pin.
….1!
AJ kicks out with force and the pair both roll to their feet. Immediately Johnson lunges into a double-leg takedown and floats over into a jackknife cover.
…..1!
….2!
Barely 2, as Burrows kicks out. She's immediately faced with a gut kick, which she catches, rolling under for a dragon screw whip. Neither competitor is down long, and this time it's Natalie that charges in, getting caught in a deep arm drag that Johnson holds into an arm lock. Rising and twisting, he makes it a front facelock. A half-suplex lift follows, but rather than a full suplex, the impact instead is that of a sitout-facebuster.
(Leon): So anyway, I said to her..
(Kelly): Sorry, said to who?
(Leon): Angelina Jolie.. You know.. The story I was telling...
(Kelly): Story? You've been silent for the last few minutes..
(Leon): Do you want to know how I came to be the Prince of a town called Bel-Air or not?
(Eli): …anyways….
Johnson rises to his feet, yelling to the crowd about a woman's place not being in the ring, and how he is the real talent here. Continuing, he starts to pull Natalie to her feet, now shouting into her face. You can see the anger rising, but she closes her eyes and takes a breath to calm herself. AJ smirks, delivering a slap and telling her to leave…
(Kelly): This guy, AJ, he’s a sexist pig! Just like CAGE.
(Eli): He does have a point though.
(Kelly): You’re really a...
(Eli): WHOA, Ladies and Gentlemen, Leon has just leapt the barricade behind us and is running away though the crowd, screaming at someone to get away. We hope he regains some sanity before his match.
Natalie does indeed snap, delivering a fast combination of slaps and kicks that would make Tajiri jealous. She ends with a sharp roundhouse kick to the back of her opponents head.
(Kelly): This might not last much longer... She looks fired up. And you know what they say about hell fury and scorned women...
(Eli): It's got something to do with kitchens and dinner right?
A groggy Johnson rises to one knee. Simultaneously Miss Burrows hits the ropes to his right hand side.. Bouncing off and hitting Closure (scissors kick).
(Kelly): And there is the Closure on this one!
(Eli): You have the cheek to go off about my wordplay!
The fans chant along with the ref.
…1!
…2!
…3!
(Announcer): Here is your winner… Natalie Burrows!
The fans are on their feet, cheering Natalie on as she quickly gets to her feet and throws her arm into the air, victorious! She looks taken back by the outpour of fan support, her white teeth glistening as she can’t help but smile.
Natalie goes corner to corner to celebrate her first win in CRW, when suddenly AJ Johnson gets back to his feet. He is fuming, arguing with the ref about the end of the match. The ref shakes his head and leaves the ring, as AJ turns his attention to Natalie.
(Eli): oh boy, AJ looks like he’s not done.
AJ stalks Natalie as she continues to face the fans in the crowd. As she turns around, He charges her, yelling as he runs. Natalie quickly side steps him, allowing him to run into the turnbuckles, she quickly unleashes a violent kick to the head that drops AJ and sends him tumbling between the middle ropes and falling to the floor!
The fans EXPLODE as Natalie’s music hits and she again plays off the crowd before exiting the ring.
(Kelly): Wow, talk about an embarrassing debut. AJ Johnson, who talked down to Natalie earlier in the week for being female, well he just got his ass handed to him!
(Eli): Not a great showing for AJ, but it was his first CRW match, maybe he just needs find his groove.
The cameras cut backstage to the hallway just beyond the stairs leading up to the entrance ramp. Faint cheers can be heard as the newly-victorious Natalie Burrows comes into view, her skin still slick from sweat from competing against AJ Johnson. Accepting a bottle of water from a production assistant with murmured thanks, she's in the middle of taking a drink when CRW's owner approaches, a smile tugging at his lips. Talon pats the Southern Belle'e shoulder, his tone one of approval when he speaks.
(Talon): Hey, good job out there. I think you just laid a lot of doubters to rest.
Natalie nods in thanks before she responds.
(Natalie): Anyone that doubts my ability to compete is more than welcome to find out just how wrong they are in the middle of the ring.
(Talon): Yeah, well… they don't know what I know.
The North Carolinian male chuckles to himself as the blond arches a brow.
(Natalie): Oh..?And what do you know that they don't, mm?
(Talon): That any student of Morgan Reid's is going to know what they're doing.
A pause; Natalie blinks before a knowing smile tugs at her lips.
(Natalie): …you owe him money again, don't you?
(Talon): …some things never change.
They both chuckle, the blond shaking her head in amusement.
(Talon): But seriously, it's such a mind trip to see you all grown up and taking on the world without so much as a lick of fear. It's hard to believe that the girl that was always so much shorter than me grew into--
(Natalie): --a young woman that's not so short and defenseless anymore?
Natalie chuckles, patting Talon's back.
(Natalie): Yes, well, time changes us all, Mister Wilkinson.
CRW's owner frowns faintly.
(Talon): Jeez, what's it gonna take to get you to just call me Tal like you used to?
(Natalie): Sorry, but you're my boss now. You know what that means. Now if you'll excuse me, I feel about nine different kinds of sticky.
A mumbled response escapes Talon's lips as he watches the blond go, his eyes lingering on her until she turns the corner and moves out of sight. It's not until she's gone that he responds, sounding a bit disappointed.
(Talon): ….yeah, I know.
Sighing, Talon shakes his head. The camera cuts elsewhere as he resumes going about his business.