Post by Kai Morgan on Feb 17, 2022 14:01:11 GMT
We cut the inside of the Mizzou Arena! The crowd is raving, waiting for a show! We cut over to the commentary desk, where we see Winter Mae sat alone!
Winter Mae: We are less than a week away from one of the biggest YouTube Invasion events in history! Welcome everyone…to the very LAST edition of Wednesday Night Mayhem! I’m Winter Mae, here to give you your goodbyes from Wednesday nights with an amazing show! Let’s begin!
This week’s pre-recorded footage takes place at a random, fancy restaurant with a Valentine’s Day theme. Chelsea has a microphone in her hand and she appears to be waiting for someone. She is starting to express some annoyance as she appears to have been dealing with a long wait. She composes herself as she begins to speak.
Chelsea LeClair: So, I’m here waiting for my ‘date’ with Cheyenne Walker so to speak. But, unfortunately… she appears to be late. Now, you’re probably wondering why I would go on a ‘date’ with her. Well, Cheyenne seems cool. I just wanted to get an interview with my opponent before I wrestled her. She seems to have quite the decent background and everything, something that I am definitely intrigued by. However, there really hasn’t been a trace of her. Don’t worry. I’m going to get my interview with her. I just have to wait for a little bit…
[ONE HOUR LATER]
Chelsea LeClair: Alright, this is starting to get REALLY aggravating…
[ANOTHER HOUR LATER]
Chelsea LeClair: Where the hell is this woman?
Chelsea lets out an angry, annoyed sigh.
[ONE MORE HOUR LATER]
Chelsea LeClair: Alright. She’s not coming. I suppose that Cheyenne Walker isn’t showing up tonight but if you’ve followed her brief ZION career, it would appear that ‘not showing up’ appears to be her forte here. So, let’s just talk about what I know about her. I know that she has had a handful of matches in ZION Wrestling. She walked in here getting a victory over Vanita Thompson…
Distant Fan: It’s VALVEETA! VALVEETA! HAIL HAYLEY HALSEY!
Chelsea LeClair: …bless your heart and seek psychological help, sir! Anyway, VANITA THOMPSON… on the surface, coming in here and getting a win over someone like that, who was a former champion and everything, may seem impressive on the surface. However, by the time she even got to face Vanita, she was already on the way down. She caught Vanita when she was already on the verge of being forgotten to begin with. After that for poor Cheyenne… well… she’s proven that she can’t handle the spotlight. She was thrown into a main event… and she lost. Then, she throws HERSELF into the fire against Nami Megumi trying to get that Gateway title off of her but… well… that didn’t work out for her either. What I see when I look at someone like Cheyenne Walker is someone that is just hanging around for the paycheck.
Random Distant Hater: SHUT UP BITCH! WHEN YOU FIRST ENTERED THIS BUSINESS YOU WERE ONLY USING PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING TO SPRINGBOARD YOURSELF INTO A TELEVISION CAREER! BITCH! HAIL THE GREATNESS OF HAYLEY HALSEY!
Chelsea LeClair: …what is it with all these Hayley fans?
Random Distant Hater: HEY CHELSEA! GIVE HAYLEY HER BOYFRIEND BACK YOU SLUT!
Chelsea just shrugs off the heckler.
Chelsea LeClair: Like I was saying… Cheyenne… I don’t even know why you’re here. You’ve barely made a dent in this company and you don’t appear to be someone that you know… actually gives a crap? You’ve shown up, you’ve wrestled three matches and yet, you’ve given the ZION audience nothing. They don't even know you. And to be honest, that’s a damn shame! Killer Bae? More like… KILLER BYE… once I’m done with you and I show this Mayhem roster what I am capable of. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if that describes YOU once this match is over tonight. I know that you’re probably a capable talent. But, I get the sense that you don’t want to be here nearly as much as I do and THAT is how and why you ARE going to lose to me tonight!
Random Distant Hater: CHELSEA IS A HAYLEY HALSEY WANNABE!!!!
Chelsea LeClair: Alright that’s it…
Chelsea gets up from her table and heads toward the other side of the restaurant. There are a bunch of Hayley Halsey simps that are picketing and are campaigning for Hayley Halsey’s return to Zion Wrestling.
Chelsea LeClair: Hayley sent you all here, didn’t she?
The group of Hayley fans suddenly leave the restaurant and make their way out, completely embarrassed that they were caught on camera. Chelsea just has a laugh at this..
Chelsea LeClair: Nami, please do ZION and pro wrestling a favor by beating her ass. PLEASE? Oh and… go ZION… and tonight GO ME! Cheyenne, I’ll show you what it’s like to be someone that WANTS to be here! Good luck tonight!
Chelsea turns and leaves the restaurant with the pre-recorded footage fading to black.
The scene opens backstage inside the Mizzou arena. Marisol Vilaro is standing next to her client, Grayson Osiris Deville, better known as G.O.D. Grayson takes a moment to bounce his pecs for the camera. He winks. Marisol has a smile on her face as she allows her client to show off his physique for the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: Ladies and gentleman please pay homage to a true physical specimen that is standing right in front of you. A true star from the United Kingdom a man who has been unappreciated by the likes of you, and everyone else in this business for far to damn long. A man that almost slipped through the cracks but I made sure that didn’t happen. Now, Zion pay homage to Grayson Osrisis Deville but you can call him GOD! Tonight, Jessica Anderson you take on God and you will be looking up at him as he shows you why he is the future of Mayhem, and future of Zion.
Grayson takes a moment to bask in the words of his manager.
Grayson Deville: Jessica. Jessica. Jess-i-ca. There are two things I pride myself on more than anything. Ok, three. Number one, that I put a lot of work into crafting the body of a living breathing GOD. Ask yourself before you step in the ring with me, have you ever in your natural life been in the same room with a man who can get you--
Grayson pauses to ensure he doesn’t say anything too racy. He smirks.
Grayson Deville: -- feel like a woman should. What did you think I was going to say?
He chuckles.
Grayson Deville: Number two, I pride myself on being the greatest lover since Casanova. That urban legend has nothing on me if we’re being honest. No one is as charming as me. Handsome as me. Leaves women screaming so loud that we literally disturb the peace as soon as I drop my pants. And number three, I pride myself on being a fighter. You didn’t get to see a lot of that from my former employer. Thanks to my manager getting me a very lucrative deal, Zion Mayhem is the exclusive home where you can see G.O.D do His thing.
So Jessica, I am giving you a once and a lifetime opportunity. The gift of G.O.D. I’m gonna beat you. That’s a formality. If you play your cards right, I’m free later. I’ll make sure to give you my room key. And you can find out why my prowess is no urban legend.
Grayson blows a kiss into the camera. He takes a moment to flex.
Marisol Vilaro: Oh they will Jessica sweetie you have done a lot in this business you are a name in fashion as well.But make no mistake G.O.D is the future and you will be the first but not the last who falls before him as he takes the step toward championship gold mark my words, none will stop him amen to that!.
Grayson and Marisol walk off as the scene fades to black.
The scene switches to the backstage area in Zion and pans up two dark haired statuesque women standing with golden straps hanging off their arms. These women being none other than the Zion Wrestling Tag Team Champions — TOXIC. As the camera reaches their shoulder view, their valet Buck can be seen standing directly behind the two, fanning them with large palm leaves.
(diamondstandard) T: So… THE Zion Wrestling Team Champions… THE trendsetting… THE premier athletes in all of tag team wrestling… were scheduled to compete for our adoring fans tonight.
(pictureperfect) L: Mhm!
(diamondstandard) T: And being a pair of Generous Queens, we were even giving the opportunity of a lifetime to this undeserving pair of patsies… a Zion Wrestling Tag Team Championship match!
(buckmarrykill) B: MMMHHHMMMM!
The over rambunctious Buck chiming causes Trixie to pause for a moment before regaining her train of thought.
(diamondstandard) T: And to think… on the cusp of defending the integrity of the Zion brand as a whole, these girls could have risen up to seize the day and have that moment for themselves.
(buckmarrykill) B: BUT YOU’RE NOT TOXIC!
As another outburst follows, Trixie smirks as she and Lulu both shake their heads.
(diamondstandard) T: No, I’m so sorry, but Buck is absolutely right. There’s just no room for quitters on the most must-see brand in the most must-have tag team division being led by its fearless and one, true leaders…
Trixie leans in to make sure every last word from her last breath is heard.
(diamondstandard) T: So Bisque Dolls, the queue is lightening up quickly. When we dispose of the lesser federation this weekend, count your pale days.
(pictureperfect) L: Signed.. sealed… delivered!
(buckmarrykill) B: TOXICALLY DELICIOUS!
The trio sneer off into the distance and the scene fades out.
Match #1: Chelsea LeClair vs Cheyenne Walker
Alex Lawson: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing in at 135 lbs…”The Killa Bae”...Cheyenne! Walker!
And her opponent…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing in at 128 lbs…Chelsea! LeClair!
Chelsea and Cheyenne lock up right after the bell and Cheyenne transitions to a headlock. Chelsea delivers elbows to try to break out of the hold and then runs them both to the ropes. She rolls them both backwards and forces Cheyenne to let go. They both roll to their feet as Cheyenne delivers a dropkick! Chelsea doubles over and falls to a knee. Cheyenne runs the ropes and hits a running swinging neckbreaker!
Chelsea rolls over and starts to get up. Cheyenne runs and hits a kick to the midsection! Chelsea rolls over to the ropes and grabs her side. Cheyenne stays on her and pulls her up to her feet. She hits a float-over suplex! Chelsea rolls to her side and tries to get back up. Cheyenne pulls her up and hits a German suplex! Into the pinning bridge!
ONE…
TWO…
Chelsea with the kick out! Walker sits up and then goes to her knees. Chelsea starts to stand and Cheyenne goes behind her and waits. Chelsea stands and turns around into a superkick! Cheyenne with all the momentum as she floors Chelsea! Walker slips out of the ropes and to the apron. She watches as Chelsea works her way to a vertical base. Cheyenne with a springboard hurricanrana! Chelsea catches her! LeClair with Cheyenne dangling as she powers her back up into a powerbomb position! Chelsea pops her up into a jumping cutter!
Both women are down as the official checks on them. Chelsea stirs first after the high impact move and she gets to her feet and pulls Cheyenne up with her. Chelsea hooks her and runs to the corner. She pulls Cheyenne up with her and then hits a tornado DDT out of the corner! Chelsea back to her hands and knees and she gets up and pulls Cheyenne up from behind. Double knee backbreaker! And Chelsea goes right into the Boston crab!
Cheyenne struggles, but she’s within reach of the ropes! Chelsea tries to hold her away as Walker crawls toward the bottom rope. Cheyenne reaches out and Chelsea pulls her away, but Cheyenne pulls herself right back across the mat and breaks the hold with the bottom rope. Chelsea lets go and turns to grab her, but Cheyenne pulls herself out of the ring and to the floor. Chelsea goes to the corner and looks out at Cheyenne as she stands. Suicide plancha! Chelsea is feeling it as she grabs Cheyenne and tosses her back in the ring. She rolls in after her and goes for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Cheyenne with the kick out! Chelsea pushes her hands through her hair and then picks Cheyenne up. She goes for a swinging neckbreaker! Cheyenne spins out of it! Spinning backfist! Chelsea stumbles backward and Cheyenne follows with a roundhouse kick! Chelsea stumbles back to her feet and eats a clothesline! Cheyenne lets her get back up before hitting an enziguri! Chelsea goes to a knee and Cheyenne drills her with a shining wizard!
Cheyenne is feeling it as she screams and marches around the ring. She turns her attention back to Chelsea and then goes to the apron. She stomps her foot on the apron and shakes the ropes as Chelsea starts to stir. Chelsea works her way to her feet and turns. #1 STUNNA! SPRINGBOARD STUNNER FROM CHEYENNE! Chelsea turns away and hits a double knee facebreaker! Cheyenne slumps over to the mat.
LeClair gets up and looks over Cheyenne and then heads to the corner. She climbs up the turnbuckle and faces away from Walker. She looks back over her shoulder at Cheyenne and then goes for a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! CANCELED!! LeClair lands it! She pulls Cheyenne in for a pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Alex Lawson: The winner of this match…Chelsea! LeClair!
Chelsea celebrates as we fade out!
WINNER: CHESLEA LeCLAIR (VIA PINFALL)
We head backstage, to a locker room--laid out on the floor is a blanket depicting the twelve zodiac signs in a clock formation, and in the center of the blanket sits La Femme Destinee, Théa Erzili. Despite it not being at any of the four main points of the clock, she’s currently sat facing the Aquarius section of the blanket, with a single Tarot card laid out in front of her--it depicts a naked woman, carefully censored with purple cloth, dancing within a laurel wreath. While her body is positioned as if it were moving forward, her head is turned back, as if she were actively looking away from her future. Facing opposite Théa, but readable for the camera as we pan around to face the Louisianais, is the name of the card--The World.
The self-proclaimed Masterpiece smiles to herself as she fixes her eyes on the card--that it’s upside-down to her seems to have captured Théa’s attention...or at least, her amusement, as the longer she stares at the card, the less she’s able to contain a small laugh.
Théa Erzili: Le Monde.
Théa’s amusement over the card fades, and a more annoyed tone fills her voice--and, indeed, her expression; her nose wrinkles just a bit, her sly little smile flattening into a line.
Théa Erzili: Tell me, Mademoiselle Deveraux...
Théa’s voice drips with a certain kind of distaste that hasn’t been present in other times she’s spoken for Zion Wrestling as she spits out the name of her fellow Louisianais.
Théa Erzili: Do you know what it truly means to have The World in your hand? Are you aware of what a reversed World really means--for you, in particular? Je soupçonne que non, so allow me to...enlighten you: Le Monde Inversé represents someone looking, hoping, begging for some form of closure. It represents a woman unwilling to move forward, unwilling to do what needs to be done...to improve herself--rather, her career, her life, even...is defined by wasted time. Her existence is defined by pointless delays, by a lack of effort and failed shortcuts--such that she has reached a point that she is ill-prepared for, and merely hoping to make it thru...
La Femme Destinee’s earlier amusement returns--then the smile twists into a sneer as she continues her thought almost uninterrupted.
Théa Erzili: Could there be a more apt description of a woman that only thinks she has been given power, yet proves time and again to not know how to use it? Let me be blunt, Mademoiselle Deveraux--you are no threat to me and my rise in this company; you are a child playing with bombs, une fille jouant avec des armes, and you dare to compare the two of us, you dare to speak of me as if you are somehow superior? Nous ne sommes pas pareils, we could not be more different. You speak as though you stand on par with the Gods...yet you stumble thru the life you’ve been given, begging and pleading for any moment in the sun. You play at importance...because it is all you have, a façade that cracks at the earliest opportunity...because you learn nothing from the mistakes you routinely make. And now, you have the audacity...to look at La Femme Destinée...and see an easy target.
Théa Erzili: Hmph...
Théa Erzili: Normally...normally, I would give you a chance...a moment to see what the future is going to bring for you; normally, I would give even the least interesting of people a chance to prepare for their future, I would give them...opportunity, but if I am completely honest, Mademoiselle Deveraux? Frankly, vous ne valez pas l'effort, I see no reason to offer a woman who fails to learn from the past, who fails to correct her mistakes, who fails...to prepare, that opportunity; I see no reason to offer a chance to someone with no history of making use of it--the only glimpse into your future I will give you, is when you stare into my eyes, when we are face to face...and you have to hope...and beg...and plead for that power you thought you had, simply to try to save face...before I put you where you belong, grovelling at my feet...
Théa exhales abruptly, dismissing whatever thought was going through her mind with a sharp huff.
Théa Erzili: Perhaps...perhaps when you stare into my eyes, when I give you that glimpse into your future, perhaps cet échantillon du destin will finally make you understand...that even if I were to give you the opportunity you’re begging for...a chance to bring all that power you wish that you had, down on someone else? Cela ne changerait rien--Destiny is fixed, Mademoiselle Deveraux. Tonight’s outcome is inevitable, Fate is determined--and your fate shall be written by La Femme Destinée. There is nothing you can do to change it--the only thing your begging, pleading, praying will do...is possibly allow you to learn a lesson in humility tonight...
Théa closes her eyes for a moment, inhaling...then exhaling, waiting an extra second before opening her eyes again. Rather than leaving the card out for the camera to focus on, Théa tucks it back into her deck, and returns the deck to her bag. When she finally gets to her feet, she glances at the camera, and the sneer on her face is replaced with a sly little smirk.
Théa Erzili: Because you will never come close...to outshining a Masterpiece.
Match #2: G.O.D. vs Jessica Anderson
Grayson stands in the corner and starts to taunt the crowd with confidence after the bell. Jessica gets annoyed and runs in for a diving crossbody! Deville ducks it and Anderson spills into the corner! Grayson walks out of the corner with a grin and continues to taunt the crowd! Anderson stands and runs over and delivers a spinning heel kick to the back! Grayson stumbles forward and turns around. He takes off a pair of sunglasses from his entrance and stares at his opponent.
Deville tosses his sunglasses away and waves Jessica in. She goes for the lockup and he delivers a vicious headbutt! Anderson stumbles backward a step and falls over. She shakes her head right as Grayson hauls her to her feet and hits a snap suplex! Deville looks out at the crowd as he climbs to the apron. He grins at a few fans on the front row and then turns around and hits a SLINGSHOT SPEAR! PARTING THE RED SEA!
Grayson looks down over Jessica and pulls her to her feet. He positions her and then lifts her for a ROPE ASSISTED PILEDRIVER! KNEEL BEFORE GOD!! Deville slams her down and then lazily pins her and counts with the referee!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Alex Lawson: The winner of this match…G.O.D.!!
Grayson stands over the fallen Anderson, giving her a slight smirk before reaching into his trunks and pulling out his room key. He tosses it on top of Anderson, before meeting with Marisol Vilaro to take his leave!
WINNER: G.O.D. (VIA PINFALL)
The scene opens with the Zion National Champion, “Tejana Giantess” Reina Mendoza, dressed in her ring gear and sporting her National Championship belt over her shoulder, and her manager Evangeline Sinclair, dressed in one of her stylish business suits standing in front of the camera, which is positioned in a low angle, giving the ladies an imposing impression. Evangeline is looking down at the camera with a confident smirk while Reina, gives the camera no attention as she begins to speak.
Reina Mendoza: You did this to yourselves, New Frontier Wrestling. Your reputation proceeds you as being a band of roughnecks muscling your way into the industry and imposing your will and making people know that your promotion is superior. But what you don’t realize is that people who are superior also involves intelligence, which you’ve shown you don’t have any when you brought this invasion to OUR HOUSE!
Abigail (Lindsay), (Sela)-Rica Lark, & Milisandre (Crowthorne), NFW praises you three in being the best of the bunch; badass bitches with larger-than-life personas that can bring upon destruction. But people who have a “gigantic” kind of aura like yourselves are rendered vulnerable when they are facing BIGGER “giants”. And tonight, you’re going to be facing three of Zion’s BADDEST “giants”; Ashlynn Cassidy, Eden Sterling, and the motherfucking “Queen of the Giants”, Reina Mendoza.
Evangeline nods her head, acknowledging Reina’s comments while the Latina giantess takes a moment to toss her hair to the side, still not focused on the camera as she continues.
Reina Mendoza: We don't expect you to apologize for what you guys did to our company. Because TONIGHT, we’re not going to be sorry for what we do to you. We are not going to find greater pleasure than pounding our frustrations out on you; so much in fact that you three are gonna need IVs to drown your sorrows away. So we really hope that you enjoyed your little “fun” these past few months; laughing your asses off and grinning from ear to ear because you think that by handling us the way you did gives you more confidence in attempt to “winning this war”. Because that’s all that’s running through our veins right now which goes far beyond defending Zion. It’s our collective voice that says ONE thing; the things you did to us WILL NOT go unanswered.
Even if there is a small chance you survive this slaughter; and that’s EXACTLY what this is going to be…a SLAUGHTER, you better get on your knees and thank us. Our humiliation that happened back in your company’s hands WILL be rectified and cleansed. And we’re going to do that at the expense of your sacrifice; showing up, showing out and marching to OUR beat because in case you haven’t been paying attention, us ZION women ALWAYS CRUSH it in the ring. And tonight…
Then, for the first time, Reina slowly brings her attention to the camera…with the most menacing demeanor that can intimidate even the bravest person.
Reina Mendoza: …you just might find yourselves CRUSHED under our boots!
Evangeline Sinclair: Predictions & Spoilers are for dreamers. WE do FACTS!
Reina Mendoza: Bring it on, BITCHES!
Reina then lifts her booted foot and steps down on the camera, bringing it to black.
Match #3: Thea Erzili vs Tanja Devereaux
Alex Lawson: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing in at 147 lbs…”The Masterpiece”...Thea! Erzili!
And her opponent…from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing in at 120 lbs…Tanja! Devereaux!
We open up with the two Louisiana native tying up, as Tanja gets the slight advantage with a standing arm wrench, and a kick to the side to lower Thea to her knees, as she puts more pressure onto her arm to wear down for her signature move. As Thea would start to stand up, Tanja freed her to hit her in the chest with a spinning thrust kick, as she went for a cover, but, only gets a two count.
Tanja would get Thea up, as she gives her an elbow to the back of the head. She goes to set up for a Falcon Arrow, but, is blocked and then reversed into a suplex of her own, as Thea takes control. Tanja gets up, and is greeted with a European Uppercut and is sent to the corner with an Irish Whip. She runs in with some rapid fire chops to wear down Tanja, and would lift her up to attempt a superplex, but a kick to the face by Deveraux would stop that and knocked her off. Deveraux would leap off and hits her with a second rope missile dropkick for her trouble.
With Erzili down, Tanja goes for a single leg Boston crab, locking it in as Thea was being worn down by the hold, but, she managed to reverse it and push Tanja away. Thea does a kip-up, as Tanja turned around to charge with a clothesline but is caught and planted with the Giga Crusher! Erzili goes for a pin!
1..
2..
No! Narrow kickout by Tanja.
The move had done some damage to both of them, as Thea's knee buckled from the previous hold, as well as planting Tanja across it. She gets up a little slowly, as Thea would grab Tanja's hair and brings her down with a backbreaker to try and keep the pressure up, though, she's feeling her knee again. She would go for a cover, but, Tanja would have recovered enough to slip in a small package on Erzili to try and steal a pin.
1..
2..
Thea kicked out, as Tanja would get her up and hits her with an STO backbreaker, and comboed into a flatliner. With Erzili down, Tanja would start to get her up, looking for the City of the Dead. She is in the fireman's carry position, but, Thea hits three elbows to the side of her head, before landing on her feet and planting her with the Warp Gate!
1..
2..
3!
Alex Lawson: The winner of this match…Thea! Erzili!
Erzili stands over Devereaux as we go to a commercial break.
WINNER: THEA ERZILI (VIA PINFALL)
