Post by Kai Morgan on Feb 29, 2024 5:46:03 GMT
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Crystal Zdunich. She smiles as the camera pans in on her face and she begins to speak.
Crystal Caldwell: What’s going on and look who has officially been drafted to the Wasteland roster?! I can say that I am beyond excited to be able to compete on Wednesday nights and it’s going to be an amazing journey for me on this show. Fusion was a great place to be and I came onto the brand immediately cementing myself in the hunt for the World Championship but I feel like I really didn’t apply myself like I should have and I needed to do more…
Crystal just sighs as she shakes her head and continues to speak some more.
Crystal Caldwell: With every single passing week it just seemed like as various stars would find a way to beat me and I was just dwelling within the confines of mediocrity. That’s not how Crystal gets stuff done. I am a movie star, I am a featured attraction and I was falling short from where I should have been. As much as I want to look down on what happened I can’t change the past. Instead I can focus on the future and in front of me I can look forward to being able to compete on Wasteland and make something of my career here.
Crystal begins to smirk as she shares more of her heart.
Crystal Caldwell: I see Wasteland as a land of opportunity and it’s a place where I can be the standard of wrestling on this brand. There’s a reason why I was the last one drafted and that’s because there’s something special that I bring to the table that this roster just needed to have. I have to step into the ring with Jenna Sharpe and prove that I am here for keeps. I know I have what it takes to be a star, and on my very first match on a new home and I am going to show exactly that. It’s showtime Jenna let’s go do what we do shall we?!
With that Crystal walks away as we go elsewhere.
OPENING CONTEST: JENNA SHARPE VS CRYSTAL CALDWELL
Crybaby: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Crybaby: Introducing first…from Detroit, Michigan…weighing in at 115 lbs…Crystal! Caldwell!
And her opponent…representing The Queens of Chaos…from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing in at 130 lbs…Jenna! Sharpe!
Jenna wasted no time, charging at Crystal with fierce determination. Crystal, known for her agility, dodged Jenna's initial onslaught, countering with a lightning-fast enziguri that caught Jenna off guard. However, Jenna quickly regained her composure, ducking under Crystal's follow up clothesline and countered with back-to-back German suplexes, showcasing her power. Crystal struggled to keep up, but Jenna had the upper hand after hitting one final German suplex. With precision, Jenna executed a near perfect superkick that sent Crystal crashing to the mat. Seizing the opportunity, Jenna locked in a surfboard stretch, stretching Crystal's limbs to their limit.
Jenna released the stretch, and Crystal away rolled on the mat, rubbing shoulders and stretching her fingers. After a few moments, she gingerly pushed herself up, a scowl on her face as she did. She ducked another superkick, only to come at Jenna with a snapmare, slamming Jenna down with as much force as she could get considering what her arms and shoulders had just been through. Crystal fought back with everything she had, unleashing a springboard elbow followed up by a tilt-a-whirl DDT. She scurried back to her feet and waited for Jenna to get up before running at the ropes, leaping off of them for a springboard clothesline, catching Jenna across the chest!
As the match progressed more, Jenna saw her opening and seized it when Crystal launched herself off of the ropes yet again. With lightning speed, she countered Crystal's springboard hurricarana with a vicious discus clothesline that sent Crystal crashing to the canvas. With Crystal dazed and disoriented, Jenna capitalized, executing a flawless STO followed by a wheelbarrow facebuster. She pulled Caldwell up only to hit a vicious bulldog on her, slamming her down hard as she hit the move. The crowd erupted as Jenna finally secured the victory with Last Chancery, forcing Crystal to tap out.
Crybaby: The winner of this match, via submission…Jenna! Sharpe!
Jenna stands tall as we fade!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Crybaby: Introducing first…from Detroit, Michigan…weighing in at 115 lbs…Crystal! Caldwell!
And her opponent…representing The Queens of Chaos…from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing in at 130 lbs…Jenna! Sharpe!
Jenna wasted no time, charging at Crystal with fierce determination. Crystal, known for her agility, dodged Jenna's initial onslaught, countering with a lightning-fast enziguri that caught Jenna off guard. However, Jenna quickly regained her composure, ducking under Crystal's follow up clothesline and countered with back-to-back German suplexes, showcasing her power. Crystal struggled to keep up, but Jenna had the upper hand after hitting one final German suplex. With precision, Jenna executed a near perfect superkick that sent Crystal crashing to the mat. Seizing the opportunity, Jenna locked in a surfboard stretch, stretching Crystal's limbs to their limit.
Jenna released the stretch, and Crystal away rolled on the mat, rubbing shoulders and stretching her fingers. After a few moments, she gingerly pushed herself up, a scowl on her face as she did. She ducked another superkick, only to come at Jenna with a snapmare, slamming Jenna down with as much force as she could get considering what her arms and shoulders had just been through. Crystal fought back with everything she had, unleashing a springboard elbow followed up by a tilt-a-whirl DDT. She scurried back to her feet and waited for Jenna to get up before running at the ropes, leaping off of them for a springboard clothesline, catching Jenna across the chest!
As the match progressed more, Jenna saw her opening and seized it when Crystal launched herself off of the ropes yet again. With lightning speed, she countered Crystal's springboard hurricarana with a vicious discus clothesline that sent Crystal crashing to the canvas. With Crystal dazed and disoriented, Jenna capitalized, executing a flawless STO followed by a wheelbarrow facebuster. She pulled Caldwell up only to hit a vicious bulldog on her, slamming her down hard as she hit the move. The crowd erupted as Jenna finally secured the victory with Last Chancery, forcing Crystal to tap out.
Crybaby: The winner of this match, via submission…Jenna! Sharpe!
Jenna stands tall as we fade!
RESULT: SUBMISSION (LAST CHANCERY)
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We come back from commercial break to ringside where we see Matt Mears and Ben Petrie in their usual spot at the announce table.
Matt Mears: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Wednesday Night Waste--
Suddenly the opening to Ludwig van Beethoven’s “Symphony No. 5” echoes through the PA system, cutting off the commentator.
Ben Petrie: Shut up, Matt! It’s time for some German excellence!
After a few moments, Dietrich and Werner Kühn along with their manager, Heidi Krauss walk out onto the stage with very serious expressions on their faces. Werner is dressed in a dark gray Brioni suit with a black turtleneck top under the blazer, a Rolex watch on his right wrist and a pair of black Louis Vuitton shoes while Dietrich is dressed in a navy blue Brioni suit, a white buttoned up shirt, a Rolex watch on his right wrist, a pair of black Louis Vuitton shoes and a pair of black Chopard sunglasses. Meanwhile, Krauss is dressed in a beautiful pink sparkling long sleeve Dior dress and a pair of pink Jimmy Choo high heels as the trio begin to make their way down the ramp.
Matt Mears: Talk about overcompensating…
Ben Petrie: Are you kidding me?! When you are the epitome of perfection like Schadenfreude are, you show that off when you’re in this business. Did you know that those Chopard sunglasses that Dietrich is wearing are worth nearly half a million dollars?! That’s more money you could possibly fathom, Matt! And while we’re talking about the amazing fashion choices of these bonafide megastars, I must say that Heidi Krauss looks absolutely gorgeous in that Dior dress and Jimmy Choo heels, and I say that respectfully of course.
The trio reach the bottom of the ramp and make their way up the steel steps, the Kühn brothers then both sit on the middle rope and push up the top one allowing Krauss to enter the ring before Dietrich and Werner then wipe their feet on the apron and proceed to climb through the ropes and into the ring themselves. Krauss then calls for three microphones and hands one to her husband, then one to her brother-in-law and then keeps the third for herself as “Symphony No. 5” fades out. The booing from the sold out crowd is loud as Werner closes his eyes, lifts up the index finger of his free hand while also bringing the microphone up slowly to his lips.
Werner Kühn: Shhhhh!
This, of course, does the opposite of what the older brother wants as the fans boo even louder and this causes the trio to curl their faces up in disgust at the Zion faithful.
Werner Kühn: Meine Damen und Herren! Vor Ihnen... steht WAHRE deutsche Exzellenz!
Heidi Krauss: Ladies and gentlemen! Before you… stands TRUE German excellence!
Werner Kühn: Aber natürlich! Keiner von euch hier in Orlando würde die Bedeutung eines solchen Wortes kennen!
Heidi Krauss: But of course! None of you people here in Orlando would know the meaning of such a word!
The fans boo even more as Dietrich nods and raises his own microphone.
Dietrich Kühn: Seit wir hier nach Zion und zur Marke "Wasteland" gekommen sind?! Wir haben dominiert!
Heidi Krauss: Ever since we came here to Zion and to the Wasteland brand?! We have dominated!
Dietrich Kühn: Und trotz unseres kleinen Rückschlags gegen die Tag Team Champions?! Trotz des jüngsten Zustroms neuer Talente?! Mein Bruder und ich sind mit Frau Collins und Frau Gibson noch nicht fertig!
Heidi Krauss: And despite our little setback against the Tag Team Champions?! Despite the recent influx of new talent?! My brother and I are not finished with Ms. Collins and Ms. Gibson!
Werner nods at his brother’s words as he raises the microphone to his lips again.
Werner Kühn: Wir werden nicht ruhen! Bis wir die Tag-Team-Meisterschaften um die Hüften haben! Das versprechen wir Ihnen!
Heidi Krauss: We will not rest! Until we have those Tag Team Championships around our waists! We promise you that!
Dietrich Kühn: Und Sie alle werden keine andere Wahl haben, als den Namen Schadenfreude zu respektieren!
Heidi Krauss: And you will all have no choice but to respect the name Schadenfreude!
“Symphony No. 5” begins to play through the PA system again as Krauss collects the microphones up and hands them back to one of the employees at ringside as Dietrich and Werner stand to attention with their arms behind their backs as Krauss moves to stand between the two and placing her hands on her hips while smirking devilishly into the camera.
Matt Mears: Strong words here tonight from Schadenfreude, Ben. But you have to think that after falling to the champions a couple of weeks ago that they will have to pick up a few more victories before being considered for another title opportunity.
Ben Petrie: Well in my personal opinion, if I were Mr. Peters, I would be giving these two another opportunity at the titles sooner rather than later if he wants this brand to be able to compete against Mayhem and Fusion. We already have a fantastic Wasteland Champion in the form of VLADISLAV as well as an enigmatic Ascension Champion in Lily Blaise… but I think Schadenfreude as the Tag Team Champions would help solidify Wasteland as the greatest brand Zion has.
The trio then proceed to leave the ring and make their way up the ramp to the back as we cut elsewhere.
Matt Mears: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Wednesday Night Waste--
Suddenly the opening to Ludwig van Beethoven’s “Symphony No. 5” echoes through the PA system, cutting off the commentator.
Ben Petrie: Shut up, Matt! It’s time for some German excellence!
After a few moments, Dietrich and Werner Kühn along with their manager, Heidi Krauss walk out onto the stage with very serious expressions on their faces. Werner is dressed in a dark gray Brioni suit with a black turtleneck top under the blazer, a Rolex watch on his right wrist and a pair of black Louis Vuitton shoes while Dietrich is dressed in a navy blue Brioni suit, a white buttoned up shirt, a Rolex watch on his right wrist, a pair of black Louis Vuitton shoes and a pair of black Chopard sunglasses. Meanwhile, Krauss is dressed in a beautiful pink sparkling long sleeve Dior dress and a pair of pink Jimmy Choo high heels as the trio begin to make their way down the ramp.
Matt Mears: Talk about overcompensating…
Ben Petrie: Are you kidding me?! When you are the epitome of perfection like Schadenfreude are, you show that off when you’re in this business. Did you know that those Chopard sunglasses that Dietrich is wearing are worth nearly half a million dollars?! That’s more money you could possibly fathom, Matt! And while we’re talking about the amazing fashion choices of these bonafide megastars, I must say that Heidi Krauss looks absolutely gorgeous in that Dior dress and Jimmy Choo heels, and I say that respectfully of course.
The trio reach the bottom of the ramp and make their way up the steel steps, the Kühn brothers then both sit on the middle rope and push up the top one allowing Krauss to enter the ring before Dietrich and Werner then wipe their feet on the apron and proceed to climb through the ropes and into the ring themselves. Krauss then calls for three microphones and hands one to her husband, then one to her brother-in-law and then keeps the third for herself as “Symphony No. 5” fades out. The booing from the sold out crowd is loud as Werner closes his eyes, lifts up the index finger of his free hand while also bringing the microphone up slowly to his lips.
Werner Kühn: Shhhhh!
This, of course, does the opposite of what the older brother wants as the fans boo even louder and this causes the trio to curl their faces up in disgust at the Zion faithful.
Werner Kühn: Meine Damen und Herren! Vor Ihnen... steht WAHRE deutsche Exzellenz!
Heidi Krauss: Ladies and gentlemen! Before you… stands TRUE German excellence!
Werner Kühn: Aber natürlich! Keiner von euch hier in Orlando würde die Bedeutung eines solchen Wortes kennen!
Heidi Krauss: But of course! None of you people here in Orlando would know the meaning of such a word!
The fans boo even more as Dietrich nods and raises his own microphone.
Dietrich Kühn: Seit wir hier nach Zion und zur Marke "Wasteland" gekommen sind?! Wir haben dominiert!
Heidi Krauss: Ever since we came here to Zion and to the Wasteland brand?! We have dominated!
Dietrich Kühn: Und trotz unseres kleinen Rückschlags gegen die Tag Team Champions?! Trotz des jüngsten Zustroms neuer Talente?! Mein Bruder und ich sind mit Frau Collins und Frau Gibson noch nicht fertig!
Heidi Krauss: And despite our little setback against the Tag Team Champions?! Despite the recent influx of new talent?! My brother and I are not finished with Ms. Collins and Ms. Gibson!
Werner nods at his brother’s words as he raises the microphone to his lips again.
Werner Kühn: Wir werden nicht ruhen! Bis wir die Tag-Team-Meisterschaften um die Hüften haben! Das versprechen wir Ihnen!
Heidi Krauss: We will not rest! Until we have those Tag Team Championships around our waists! We promise you that!
Dietrich Kühn: Und Sie alle werden keine andere Wahl haben, als den Namen Schadenfreude zu respektieren!
Heidi Krauss: And you will all have no choice but to respect the name Schadenfreude!
“Symphony No. 5” begins to play through the PA system again as Krauss collects the microphones up and hands them back to one of the employees at ringside as Dietrich and Werner stand to attention with their arms behind their backs as Krauss moves to stand between the two and placing her hands on her hips while smirking devilishly into the camera.
Matt Mears: Strong words here tonight from Schadenfreude, Ben. But you have to think that after falling to the champions a couple of weeks ago that they will have to pick up a few more victories before being considered for another title opportunity.
Ben Petrie: Well in my personal opinion, if I were Mr. Peters, I would be giving these two another opportunity at the titles sooner rather than later if he wants this brand to be able to compete against Mayhem and Fusion. We already have a fantastic Wasteland Champion in the form of VLADISLAV as well as an enigmatic Ascension Champion in Lily Blaise… but I think Schadenfreude as the Tag Team Champions would help solidify Wasteland as the greatest brand Zion has.
The trio then proceed to leave the ring and make their way up the ramp to the back as we cut elsewhere.
The camera finds the members of Las Olvidadas, Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal and Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal standing in the ready position Watching the goings on of the show.
[Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija: We said last week you would be reminded…
Taza nods.
Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal: Es la verdad…
Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal: ¡Recordarás!
Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal: We showed you.
Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal: ¿Otra Vez?
Taza smirks almost playfully.
Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal: ¡Qué chimba!
Turbo nods knowingly.
Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija: Somos Las Olvidadas y seremos recordados.
MATCH #2: COSMIC TORA ONNA VS BENITO WALLACE
Cosmic Tora Onna stared Benito Wallace down for a few moments with her opponent just giving her a stupid smile. She blinked a few times before shaking her head, immediately hitting him with a standing dropkick that sent him falling on his ass in the ring. She jumped up, nailing him with an enzugiri that sent him toppling backwards. Cosmic launched herself off of the ropes, hitting a hard springboard elbow that had a nasty impact on Wallace, leaving the crowd with a small grimace. Popping back up to her feet, the crowd cheered for the masked wrestling as she began hyping them up. She grabbed Benito’s wrist once he was back on his feet and whipped him hard into the corner, running after him to hit a clothesline. As he stumbled out of the corner, she hit him with a vicious superkick that had him falling back onto the mat. From there, she executed a beautiful and vicious CTO Landing before locking in a devastating Black Hole Vice. Cosmic Tora Onna wrenched on Benito’s arm for a bit before Wallace finally caved and tapped out.
Crybaby: The winner of this match…Cosmic! Tora! Onna!
CTO stands tall, getting the fans hyped as we fade!
RESULT: SUBMISSION (BLACK HOLE VICE)
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The cameras move from the ringside area to the backstage, most notably the Gorilla position. The black curtains part open and walking through is the victor of the previous squash match, Cosmic Tora Onna. There are a few claps in her honour as she bows gratefully while walking through and waving to various people who are probably of importance but she doesn't know this... The camera follows her as she goes down some steps to a backstage corridor where now she removes from her hip a small plush figure of herself and grins gleefully and starts to speak to it.
Cosmic Tora Onna: Aris we did it, well I did you just were along for the ride… You're not hurt are you? You're not, great and yes we did it! We won our debut and…
CTO stops and turns around after listening to the plush doll to find one Wasteland interviewer, Audrey Abrams standing there with a microphone in hand. CTO backs up looking at the mic believing it to be a possible weapon and defends the plush by putting it behind her back…
Cosmic Tora Onna: Do not hurt us, we won fair and square…
Audrey immediately steps forward with her free hand up and the microphone down and shakes her head…
Audrey Abrams: What, no you're mistaken… This is a microphone, we talk into it so the world can hear what you have to say, and besides I wouldn't dream of hurting you…
If we could see CTO's eyebrows under her mask we would know they perked upwards upon hearing this, her eyes glazing over momentarily before snapping back to normality…
Cosmic Tora Onna: The… whole… world?
Audrey nods not realizing that CTO may have taken that quite literally. She relaxes her posture and slowly approaches Abrams who slowly raises the mic so not to spook CTO.
Audrey Abrams: Do you mind if I stole a few minutes with you…?
Cosmic Tora Onna shook her head…
Cosmic Tora Onna: No you cannot steal, that is wrong. But I would happily offer some of my minutes to talk.
Audrey feins a smile before bowing respectfully to CTO who does the same back in turn.
Audrey Abrams: Thank you but before we do just that, can I be one of the first people to congratulate you on two achievements so far? One of course being you finally found your way here to Wasteland, which I must say your travels have been entertaining to watch...
Cosmic Tora Onna nods with a smile from underneath her mask.
Cosmic Tora Onna: YES! It was a big adventure, one of many which included riding a large white dog, that was fun… being chased by a ferocious lizard creature and meeting two strangers who led me here by the Yellow Brick Road! But the greatest adventure started today here in The Wasteland!
Audrey Abrams: I saw your post on that, it was interesting… Secondly you won tonight in your debut match though which is usually pretty daunting for most people who are new here but you looked like you were not bothered at all. You must be over the moon with such a quick and decisive victory?
Cosmic Tora Onna: Oh no, I am not over the moon. It is way up there and I am here on earth. Besides she doesn't like it when people walk all over her, its why no one has gone back.
There is a momentary pause and Audrey Abrams looks to the camera a little confused but shakes that feeling off and smiles with a deep breath before looking to CTO once more.
Audrey Abrams: Okay, I suppose that makes sense… Be that as it may it goes without saying that you have a uniqueness about you, some people saying you remind them of a certain alien that was here a while back… That being said however, now you've finally made it here to Wasteland, what do you hope to achieve? Do you have Title aspirations maybe? Are there any people you would like to step into the ring with specifically? The world wants to know, you're free to say whatever you like.
Audrey holds the mic towards CTO who flinches a little but recalls that it isn't a weapon of pain…
Cosmic Tora Onna: That is easy, I am here for Friendship! I come here because I felt deep inside that the wasteland and the world needs the power of friendship and love more now than ever. And I Cosmic Tora Onna want to hug you all.
Audrey nods…
Cosmic Tora Onna: That said, do you want to be my friend lady with stick that speaks to the world?
Audrey Abrams: Uh… Sure? Why not… We can be friends. But my name is Audrey Abrams…
Cosmic Tora Onna: One thousand apologies… Audrey Abrams carrier of stick that talks to the world. Then please follow me on Twitter @cosmictora.
CTO smiles once again from under her mask and hugs Audrey before waving to the camera and walking off, the camera continues watching as she does and sees CTO lift up the plush once again and hold it to her ear… A second passes and she jumps in shock before spinning on her heels and rushes back to Audrey with a skid…
Cosmic Tora Onna: I am sorry! I forgot to answer your question about titles!!!!
Audrey nods and smiles and raises the mic one more time eagerly awaiting her response...
Cosmic Tora Onna: I would like the title…. of MOST POPULAR IN ZION WRESTLING.
Audrey Abrams: That isn't what I meant…
Cosmic Tora Onna: Bye!
CTO waves to Audrey and to the camera once again before spinning on here heels and walking off into the distance to somewhere else in the arena the last thing we see is her leap into the air and kick her heels before an Iris Shot on CTO fades to black..
MATCH #3: LILY BLAISE VS YENNIFER FILTH
Both tie up with one another, as Yennefer would shoot behind Lily for a waist lock. She tries to lift her up, but Lily countered with a jumping snapmare and locked her down with a side headlock takeover. She would wrench the hold, as Filth would force herself to one knee and deliver a pair of blows to the ribcage to free herself. She would then grab Lily for a snap suplex and float over for a cover.
ONE…!
TWO…!
A kick out from the champion, as Yennefer would grab Lily by her hair. She pulled her up to slam her back down into the mat. Yennefer goes back to the ropes, looking for a knee drop on the rebound, as Lily would roll out of the way. She gets back to her feet, and clocked Yennefer with a forearm that caused her to stagger. Filth would rebound off the ropes, as she hits Lily to stun her. Both lock eyes across the ring, asYennefer would square up with Lily, as both clutch each other by their gear to set up a hockey fight spot. The two would rapid fire blows to each other's faces. The crowd gets electric for the brawl, as gradually, Yennefer would gain the advantage. She would rush in for a big boot, but Lily ducked the move and countered into a jumping neckbreaker. Lily would scramble for a cover…
ONE…!
TWO…!
Yennefer kicked out, but Lily would try to follow up with a scoop slam, though, Yennefer would slide off her shoulders and clutched her arm, before connecting with the ripcord knee! Lily crumpled, as Yennefer would taunt the crowd. she would look for the Cradle of Filth, setting up for it. She lifted Lily up, but was caught with a small package pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
Yennefer would kick out of the pin attempt narrowly, as Lily would roll back. She anticipated the rush, as Lily connected with a roundhouse kick that spun her around in a dazed state. Blaise would then hop up with a backstabber, as she locked in the DeGlamorizer! She would lock the hold in tight, center of the ring. Filth was trying to fight the hold, but she had no choice but to submit, as she meekly tapped out.
Crybaby: The winner of this match, via submission…the Zion Wrestling Ascension Champion…Lily! Blaise!
Blaise celebrates with her title, as Filth looks on with a look of disappointment!
RESULT: SUBMISSION (DEGLAMORIZER)
We're at the parking lot of the Zion Stadium, with Sayge having the trunk of her restored AMC Matador open, as she was selling some clothing from the back of it to various people outside the show.
Sayge Gonzalez
“Come on, ladies! Good fit, shapes your butt up nice, and we're working on a biiig markdown price here!”
She said, showing off some fitness gear with a familiar #ClutchFirm logo on it, as some local women would approach.
Fans Outside
“Hey, you have some of the peach ones in 12 and 14?”
She asked confidently, as her friend seemed a bit shy and starstruck seeing Sayge, as she was quiet. Sayge noticed this, as she often found herself with a lot of anxiety, as she nodded to them both.
Sayge Gonzalez
“Yeah, make it 30.”
She said going through some of the boxes, and pulling out the accommodating clothing, and handing the shy one a silicone Datadames bracelet as a freebie, as she takes their cash.
Sayge Gonzalez
“Tell your friends, got plenty of stock left!”
She says, sending them off, as we get Sterling Jamison White approaching her, commenting.
Sterling Jamison White
“What is this?! These are the type of clothing Instagram thots wear!”
Sayge Gonzalez
“Well, yeah. Austin modeled it all the time.”
Sterling Jamison White
“This is an outrage! Selling this filth to impressionable women to flaunt themselves to the youth!”
Sayge thought briefly, as this was stolen merchandise, and then hands him a box.
Sayge Gonzalez
“You know what? You're right. Why don't you go dispose of this, Sterling?”
She said, patting the box in a smug way, as Sterling would sneer at her.
Sterling Jamison White
“That's right! And when I get back, this better be gone!”
He said, moving off the screen, as Sayge would count her money.
Sayge Gonzalez
“Oh, don't worry. It won't be here.”
She stated, before the camera would fade out on her, before heading back to the arena.
MATCH #4: AIDEN GARCIA VS JAY BRONI
Aiden and Jay circled each other before locking up. Garcia got quick control of the match as he got Broni in a side headlock. After a few seconds, he let go of the headlock and whipped him into the ropes. As Broni came back at Garcia, he nailed him with a vicious DDT that planted the other man hard. Aiden popped up to his feet and pulled Jay up, hitting him with a sitout powerbomb that left him laying on the mat after being slammed into it viciously. Broni rolled away as Garcia got to his feet, a smirk on Garcia’s face as he looked down at Broni. He ran at the ropes and launched himself off of them, hitting Broni with a springboard moonsault that left the other man groaning from the impact of it. Aiden got Jay to his feet only to plant him once more with A Grave Mistake! The crowd cheered loudly as Aiden climbed the ropes, taking a second before leaping off only to hit a beautifully devastating Last Chance to Dance before pinning Broni.
ONE…!
TWO…!!
THREE…!!!
Crybaby: The winner of this match…Aiden! Garcia!
Aiden stands tall as we fade!
RESULT: PINFALL (LAST CHANCE TO DANCE)
The opens up to Charlie St Haven paces back and forth, awaiting her 3rd match in ZION WRESTLING to take place. An unemotional look painted on her face; not telling anyone how she feels on the inside. As she continues to pace, a backstage hand yells to get—.
BACKSTAGE HAND: St Haven.. five minutes till the match.
St Haven stops and nods her head towards the person before they dip away from view. For a moment The Colorado Kid stands there before a sigh leaves her black painted lips.
CHARLIE ST HAVEN: Five Minutes till the tie breaker of my win/loss record in this company. One win. One loss. No excuses at all for any of it but I do pray for the night to go my way. It's not needed, no. It's more of a want, really.
St Haven shakes her head, her brown locks swaying as she does.
CHARLIE ST HAVEN: “I worked hard growing up with the rest of the GUNSLINGERS. Training. Fighting. 21 Bullets. 21 Guns. We did it all and I was told to never underestimate anyone I stood across the ring from. To always keep a keen eye on everyone— friend or foe. And that's what I have been doing... I've kept an eye on my next opponent. Watched him and observed all the ways he moved around the mat. Like a dance in some ways. Over and over I watched, readying myself for this guy. And I honestly think I may have a way in.”
A soft smile appears on her lips for a moment. Just a moment
CHARLIE ST HAVEN: “To Young Bloodied man who I will be standing in front of soon— this match has been played out many times in my head with different outcomes each time it ends but honestly? I know how I am and know I will do my all to make it the outcome that's more in my favor. That is what I plan on doing, Trey. I plan on winning. And before you say that plans can change — I know that can, sure but this one....”
The Gunslinger points to her temple, an unreadable feeling hidden in eyes.
CHARLIE ST HAVEN: “This one is already made up and ready to be shown like a movie on a screen for the world to see and you? You are the co-Star of it all; just there to be seen and used as a tool for my success. Nothing more...nothing less...”
Just as Charlie was about to say more, the echoes of ‘PET SEMATARY’ by The Ramones can be heard over the loudspeakers just through the curtains. The Last Gunslinger nods her head towards the camera mouthing ‘duty calls’ before walking out of the camera view.
MATCH #5: CHARLIE ST. HAVEN VS TREY WILDE
As soon as the bell sounded, Charlie and Trey began circling each other. They eyed each other, unsure of who would make the first move; it was clear this match was going to be an interesting one. Finally, Charlie went at Trey, nailing him with a hard roundhouse kick. The kick left him a little dazed, but he shook it off and came back at her. He executed a vicious capoeira kick that sent Charlie stumbling back. From there, he grabbed her and flung her into the corner, making sure that she hit as hard as he could manage. He charged at the ropes and launched off of them, hitting her with a springboard spinning kick.
Charlie shook her head a few times, trying to shake off the impact from the spinning kick she had just received. Wilde came back at her, but she caught Trey off guard with a scorpion kick followed by a stunning missile dropkick to the back of his head. Trey attempted to rally, unleashing a couple of pump kicks, but she was quick on her feet and managed to dodge both of them. She ran at him, taking him down with a Lou Thesz Press before throwing several punches to his face. Wilde managed to get St. Haven off of him and nailed her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. From there, he nailed her with a buzzsaw kick that left her reeling much like she had done to him earlier in the match.
Wilde managed to get to the top rope and leapt off, hitting a beautiful shooting star press onto a standing St. Haven before she turned to face him. He tried to seize his opportunity by going for a bottom rope springboard stunner as she got up, but she countered the move with a lightning-fast switchblade kick, sending him reeling. She caught him with a jumping double knee to his abdomen before hitting a standing double knee moonsault. Charlie got Trey to his feet only to hit Vertigo Effect, showcasing her strength. As she released him from the last suplex, she backed up and waited for him to start getting up. Once he did, she charged over towards him and executed a devastating Enter the Dead Zone before pinning him.
ONE…!
TWO…!!
THREE…!!!
Crybaby: The winner of this match…Charlie! St. Haven!
St. Haven postures to the crowd as we fade!
RESULT: PINFALL (ENTER THE DEAD ZONE)
The thunderstorm rolled through as a black cloud stayed overhead. The woman in all black sitting at the table with three cards face down on the table. She whispered something then looked up from under her hood, the green eyes piercing through the night.
”WOBR” Kamila Rose: For weeks now, I've remained a silent piece of a puzzle. A cog in the machine waiting for my chance to show I'm better than the machine itself. Alas I've fallen because of my silence but no longer.
She stands up with one card in her hand flipping over the other two a reverse death card and a fool card. She smiled looking down at them, then peaked at the card she was holding.
”WOBR” Kamila Rose: The fact is, that maybe I've been to kind to people, just letting them have their moments while I suffer in the back. No more shall that be, no more shall I be the fool, and to those who do not wish to believe me.
She flips the card over against her chest showing the hanged man. She cackled as she looked, flipping her hood off, letting her blonde hair fall.
”WOBR” Kamila Rose: This card serves as a warning for whoever is next to step in front of me. Originally this was for someone else, but it serves its purpose. Tonight begins my next chapter.
Kamila slammed down the hanged man card as the cameraman focused on it then the lights go out a loud scream is heard and “run!” Is also heard.
MAIN EVENT: TATER VS VLADISLAV ©
WASTELAND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Crybaby: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Crybaby: And it is for the Zion Wrestling WASTELAND! CHAMPIONSHIP!
"When it's time to party, we will party hard"
The robotic voice can be heard as the lights go down before bright lights flash to the music of all different colors. Out from the back TATER come running out. He throws his arms in the air violently to get the crowd hyped before running down the ramp towards the ring. TATER slides under the ropes before jumping up, running across the ring and hitting the ropes chest first. He throws a hand up with his tongue out before turning and doing the same move to the other side of the crowd. He then slaps himself in the face a few times before waiting for the bell.
As the arena lights dim, a hushed silence falls over the crowd, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. The haunting melody of "O Fortuna" by Carl Orff begins to resonate throughout the venue, stirring the emotions of those in attendance. From the darkness, a single spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, revealing a figure shrouded in mystery.
The billowing smoke engulfs the stage, creating an ethereal backdrop for the emerging superstar. As the smoke dissipates, VLADISLAV begins to walk down the ramp, looking around at the crowd gathered as he does so. He begins to walk up the steel steps, towering over every fan around him.
Before he steps foot into the ring he wipes his feet on the ring apron as a sign of respect, before stepping into the ring and taking off his entrance jacket, waiting for the match to begin.
Crybaby: Introducing first, the challenger…from Goat City, Tennessee…weighing in at 265 lbs…TATER!
And his opponent…from Warsaw, Poland…weighing in at 350 lbs…he is the Zion Wrestling WASTELAND! CHAMPION!...VLADISLAV!
The anticipation was electric as Vladislav and Tater stepped into the ring, with Tater wanting to prove himself against the Wasteland Champion by dethroning him. From the moment the bell rang, Vladislav asserted his dominance, showcasing his immense strength by executing a beautiful powerbomb out of nowhere! He got Tater to his feet only to go for a neckbreaker that Tater reversed into a vicious belly-to-belly suplex. Both men got back to their feet, eyeing one another as they did. The two locked up, battling for continued control of the match. Tater managed to get Vladislav in a side headlock only to go for a release German suplex.
Tater rolled away from Vladislav, a groan escaping from him thanks to the suplex that he had just received. He used the ropes to pull himself up, staring down the champion before running at him and nailing him with a running dropkick. This landed him in the corner where Tater proceeded to hit him with a discus punch. Vladislav grabbed his jaw where the punch connected then nailed him with a jumping big boot, sending him to the mat. It didn’t keep him down long though, and Tater hit Vladislav with a side slam backbreaker.
As the match intensified, Vladislav managed to get back to his feet and execute a beautiful snap DDT that left Tater reeling. Tater slowly got back to his feet, his head spinning a bit from the force of the DDT. It was clear to anyone that Vladislav wasn’t going to give his title up without a fight. Shaking his head, Tater ran at the champion, hitting him with a running big boot. The boot caused Vladislav to stumble, but it didn’t take him down. As Tater ran at him again, Vladislav scouted him and executed a bone-jarring brainbuster followed by a spine-crushing powerbomb. He pulled Tater up to his feet before executing a devastating Red Scare before pinning him.
ONE…!
TWO…!!
THREE…!!!
Crybaby: The winner of this match…and STILL The Zion Wrestling WASTELAND! CHAMPION!...VLADISLAV!
VLADISLAV sits up off the pin, exhausted after a hard fought match! He makes it to his feet, accepting the Wasteland Championship and raising it up as we fade!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Crybaby: And it is for the Zion Wrestling WASTELAND! CHAMPIONSHIP!
"When it's time to party, we will party hard"
The robotic voice can be heard as the lights go down before bright lights flash to the music of all different colors. Out from the back TATER come running out. He throws his arms in the air violently to get the crowd hyped before running down the ramp towards the ring. TATER slides under the ropes before jumping up, running across the ring and hitting the ropes chest first. He throws a hand up with his tongue out before turning and doing the same move to the other side of the crowd. He then slaps himself in the face a few times before waiting for the bell.
As the arena lights dim, a hushed silence falls over the crowd, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. The haunting melody of "O Fortuna" by Carl Orff begins to resonate throughout the venue, stirring the emotions of those in attendance. From the darkness, a single spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, revealing a figure shrouded in mystery.
The billowing smoke engulfs the stage, creating an ethereal backdrop for the emerging superstar. As the smoke dissipates, VLADISLAV begins to walk down the ramp, looking around at the crowd gathered as he does so. He begins to walk up the steel steps, towering over every fan around him.
Before he steps foot into the ring he wipes his feet on the ring apron as a sign of respect, before stepping into the ring and taking off his entrance jacket, waiting for the match to begin.
Crybaby: Introducing first, the challenger…from Goat City, Tennessee…weighing in at 265 lbs…TATER!
And his opponent…from Warsaw, Poland…weighing in at 350 lbs…he is the Zion Wrestling WASTELAND! CHAMPION!...VLADISLAV!
The anticipation was electric as Vladislav and Tater stepped into the ring, with Tater wanting to prove himself against the Wasteland Champion by dethroning him. From the moment the bell rang, Vladislav asserted his dominance, showcasing his immense strength by executing a beautiful powerbomb out of nowhere! He got Tater to his feet only to go for a neckbreaker that Tater reversed into a vicious belly-to-belly suplex. Both men got back to their feet, eyeing one another as they did. The two locked up, battling for continued control of the match. Tater managed to get Vladislav in a side headlock only to go for a release German suplex.
Tater rolled away from Vladislav, a groan escaping from him thanks to the suplex that he had just received. He used the ropes to pull himself up, staring down the champion before running at him and nailing him with a running dropkick. This landed him in the corner where Tater proceeded to hit him with a discus punch. Vladislav grabbed his jaw where the punch connected then nailed him with a jumping big boot, sending him to the mat. It didn’t keep him down long though, and Tater hit Vladislav with a side slam backbreaker.
As the match intensified, Vladislav managed to get back to his feet and execute a beautiful snap DDT that left Tater reeling. Tater slowly got back to his feet, his head spinning a bit from the force of the DDT. It was clear to anyone that Vladislav wasn’t going to give his title up without a fight. Shaking his head, Tater ran at the champion, hitting him with a running big boot. The boot caused Vladislav to stumble, but it didn’t take him down. As Tater ran at him again, Vladislav scouted him and executed a bone-jarring brainbuster followed by a spine-crushing powerbomb. He pulled Tater up to his feet before executing a devastating Red Scare before pinning him.
ONE…!
TWO…!!
THREE…!!!
Crybaby: The winner of this match…and STILL The Zion Wrestling WASTELAND! CHAMPION!...VLADISLAV!
VLADISLAV sits up off the pin, exhausted after a hard fought match! He makes it to his feet, accepting the Wasteland Championship and raising it up as we fade!
RESULT: PINFALL (RED SCARE)
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