"Talking"
*Theme Music*
*Single Asterisk - Note Points, for things that require clarification or additional elaboration that would slow the pace of the show. These aren't required reading, but they do explain things more. Can be found at the bottom of the chapter.
04/11/20XX
St. Louis, Missouri - Enterprise Arena
The pyro goes off in a nice brief display for the cameras and the fans, who are cheering raucously for this event, to kick off the broadcast before the cameras cut to the ring. In this ring is a woman holding a microphone. She has her pink hair pulled back into a ponytail, glasses on her face with golden-yellow eyes behind them, a white button-up dress shirt with a red tie, red pants that stop midway down her calves, and a pair of gray dress shoes on.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between! Allow me to personally welcome you all to the very first edition of Tuesday Night Turmoil!"
The crowd erupts into chants yelling out "S-Sev-Dub, S-Sev-Dub!". Once the crowd died down again, the lady was able to speak again.
"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering. Why are we called S7W? Well let me tell you. It stands for Strong 7 Wrestling, and why is there a 7 in the name? That's because we expect our wrestlers to show some combination of Strength, Tenacity, Skill, Ingenuity, Intensity, Perceptiveness, and Intelligence. These are the seven traits that create a great wrestler. And I do believe that we have some of the best wrestlers yet to make appearances on national television."
The crowd cheers again, repeating the chant from before.
"Oh. I just realized. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Kokonoe*. You will know me ONLY as Kokonoe. And as for what I do here, that's simple. I'm the one in charge. I make the matches, I pay the wrestlers, I choose who does and doesn't get to work here, and I am the proud owner of Strong 7 Wrestling."
She takes a moment to gesture to a pedestal to her right with a cover over it and then continues by removing the cover, showing a gold title belt with a front plate that displayed proudly on its face STRONG 7 WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, with the side plates showing the logo for the promotion to the cheers of the audience.
"This is the S7W WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPIONSHIP! For the next three weeks, we'll be running a little tournament for this belt. I've selected 8 of our wrestlers to compete TONIGHT for the opening round, next week we'll have the semi-finals, and on April 30th at our first Pay-Per-View, Fire in the Sky*, the two finalists will face off in a Ladder Match to crown our inaugural champ. I know. I know. It's fantastic, but that's not all for tonight folks. We also have for tonight's main event a tag team match to determine one half our the competitors for a match at Fire in the Sky for the S7W TAG. TEAM. CHAMPIONSHIPS! Now with all that in mind, do enjoy the show."
Kokonoe stepped out of the ring holding the Heavyweight Championship, displaying it to the audience as she walked up the ramp, onto the stage, until she walked off stage. The broadcast focus shifted to the announce team on a section by the stage, two men both in business suits, one Asian, the other Hispanic.
"Well with all that squared away for the evening thanks to Miss Kokonoe, we should introduce ourselves." The asian one said.
"Good point and Good Evening everyone, I'm Patrick Alston, here with my commentary partner Kendrick West and we'll be your commentary for the evening. Kendrick, if you would start us off with the first match." said the commentator named Patrick.
The broadcast displayed a screen showing the two competitors.
"First up tonight, we have Evan Windsor facing off against Carmine Io*." said Kendrick.
The display* of Evan Windsor listed his height at 6'2. He was a fairly buff light skin African-American who had the look of someone who was both friendly, but also was not to be messed around with. His display also showed him dressed in black tights and boots with neon blue designs going down along it. He had his hair in dreadlocks.
The display of Carmine Io listed his height at 6'3. He was a pale lanky looking man with a sadistic slasher grin plastered on his face. He was shown wearing an unzipped hoodie with the hood up, his shoulder length crimson red hair still visible. He had dark purple tights on with dark brown boots, both had red trimming on them.
"Now, Patrick. I've heard many good things about Evan Windsor, former collegiate wrestler, strong, athletic, in the ring, he's the total package, hell he even knows some judo just for good measure. In fact he's been working extra hard this past week in preparation for this match."
"I can understand why, Kendrick. Carmine Io, for what he lacks in strength, he makes up in cunning. This kid is only 24, but he's got a sadistic streak a mile wide. If Evan Windsor has been preparing for this match, then he needs to watch out for the Blood Angel, that devastating shooting star double stomp from Carmine, because if he gets hit by that, it's over."
"True, but Windsor has his own ace in the hole, the Back to Zero, a devastating roundhouse kick delivered right to the head. It's not pretty to see someone get it by, but it's effective. Now enough jibber-jabber, ONTO THE ACTION!"
*Cliffs of Dover - Eric Johnson Plays*
The lights in the arena changed to light blue when the music kicked in. Out from the right side of the stage the camera pans over to see Evan Windsor jogging out onto the stage. He faces to the crowd and backflips into a pose with him on one knee, both arms outstretched down diagonally, and head down. Evan then pops up as he starts walking towards the ring.
"The Following Contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, on his way to the ring, from Flagstaff, Arizona, weighing in at 261 pounds, Evan Windsor." said the male ring announcer wearing a similar suit to the men on commentary*.
Evan climbed onto the ring apron facing and walked to the side of the ring facing perpendicular to the ramp. He leapt over the ropes rolling into the ring into the same pose he did on the stage just moments ago then getting up as the music began to fade.
*All These Things I Hate - Bullet For My Valentine Plays starting from the first chorus*
The lights change to red and yellow as Carmine Io walks out from the left side of the stage. He has his hood up and slowly walks down the ramp and quickly removes the hood when the chorus kicks in again placing his right hand over his right eye, tilting his neck back a bit, and cracking a slasher grin.
"And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 203 pounds, Carmine Io."
Carmine continues to the ring running towards it to slide under the bottom rope and staring down Evan Windsor leaning forward and covering his face the same way he did before and grinning.
The referee backs them away to opposite corners. The crowd remains silent, understandable since they don't know the alignment of these wrestlers yet. The tension builds as both men stare each other down and snaps when the bell sounds. Both men circle around the ring as the crowd cheers.
"Both men, keeping their eyes firmly locked on each other, you can feel the tension right here in our first match on Tuesday Night Turmoil." says Patrick. Both men approach each other and lock up into a test of strength. It remains even at first, but Carmine slowly begins to lose the battle thanks to his lesser amount of muscle mass. Windsor takes advantage of this, pulling Carmine in and hitting a quick Belly To Belly slam.
"Windsor draws first blood so to speak in this match. I bet Carmine'll felt that one." said Kendrick. Carmine then proceeded to kip up as if nothing happened.
"I think you were wrong there buddy, but this match did just start so I'm inclined to believe that it'll take more than a few moves before either man will stay down for even a 1 count." Windsor rushed Carmine into a front headlock and lifting him up for a vertical suplex. However, Carmine countered this by nailing Windsor in the head on the way up with his knee giving him time to get back on his feet while Windsor fell to one knee. Carmine decided to rush him and planted Windsor's head into the ground with a Spike-rana.
"Now that Kendrick, is a move that'll keep someone down, excellent agility on display from Carmine." Windsor proceeded to rapidly get back to his feet as though nothing happened.
"You were saying?" asked Kendrick. Windsor grabbed Carmine and hoisted him up for another suplex, this time using a Hammerlock Suplex to restrict the arm as the move connected. He then ran and rebounded off the ropes to hit Carmine with a running senton. He stayed on Carmine, hooking the leg as the ref started to count.
1… Kick Out.
Carmine pushed Windsor off him as he kicked out, both men returning to their feet. Carmine kicked Windsor's leg out from under him. Carmine started stomping on Windsor's legs, then a stump pull and leg snap, then locking in a Cloverleaf submission maneuver.
"Carmine really working the legs of Windsor," said Patrick.
"Well if you take out the legs you take away power, and in the case of Evan Windsor, taking away that Back to Zero kick of his," said Kendrick. Carmine held firm on the hold while Windsor struggled to reach the ropes. He tried crawling towards them to no avail.
"I think Evan Windsor is losing strength, he's struggling to reach those ropes, he might have to tapout." said Patrick. Windsor continued to struggle and stay alive in this match. As such, the crowd started chanting his name. He couldn't get to the ropes, but he was able to rotate his body until he was on his back, and struck at Carmine until he no longer could maintain the hold. Windsor started getting up. Carmine was furious and rushed again at Windsor who got to his feet fast enough to counter an attempted clothesline by Carmine with a forceful judo style hip toss. The crowd continued to cheer for Windsor. He began to help Carmine to his feet, irish whipping him into the corner. He then ran towards him with a running high knee and followed with a monkey flip only for Carmine to flip to his feet. Windsor was prepared for this though and as Carmine tried to hit him with a poison-rana, he counter by remaining firm on his feet, countering it into a powerbomb position and performing a sit-out version of the move.
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2..Kick Out.
Windsor began to continue with his momentum, putting Carmine on his stomach and hitting a deadlift German Suplex. He readied himself by telling Carmine to get up.
"Windsor, in control, ready to end it now with the Back to Zer-," Patrick stopped himself as Windsor missed the kick as Carmine had just barely ducked underneath it. Carmine leapt and hit a dropkick sending Windsor back first into the corner. Carmine nailed him with several stiff chops to the chest, then whipped him to the opposite corner, chasing after and hitting a running senton on the still upright Windsor's back. To end the sequence he lifted Windsor up onto the top rope, backed up to the middle of the ring, and sprinted to the corner to leap up and hit a poison-rana from the top rope. He rolled Windsor onto his back to cover him.
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2..Kick Out.
Carmine grinned seeing his opponent kick out, and dragged him into a position where he could hit his finisher. He then climbed to the top rope and back flipped into the air, but Windsor had rolled away at the last second. Carmine landed and rolled back to get to his feet quickly running towards Windsor only for him to get hit with a powerslam before he could do anything. Both men stayed down.
"Both men have failed to hit the other with their finishers, they might need to do something drastic to get the win," said Kendrick.
"These two came at each other with everything they had. They must be exhausted," responded Patrick. Windsor and Carmine both began to slowly reach their feet, they began to exchange punches back and forth for about 20 seconds until Windsor pushed Carmine away and attempted the Back to Zero again only for his opponent to leap back to avoid it. Carmine then leapt towards him, ready to hit another spike-rana, but Windsor caught him again and this time ran and hit him with a powerbomb to the corner. The crowd popped loudly.
"It seems Windsor is already endearing himself to the fans here in St. Louis." said Patrick. Evan Windsor lifted Carmine up to the top rope, readying for a superplex, but took a moment to hear the crowd cheer for him.
Carmine took advantage and countered the suplex attempt into top rope falcon arrow, planting Evan Windsor firmly onto his back. The crowd booed at this, especially as Carmine went again to the top rope.
"Carmine is setting up. Can he hit it this time?" asked Patrick. Carmine backflipped off the top rope, both feet landing right on Windsor's stomach. He covered him.
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"Carmine Io hit the Blood Angel, and wins the first match ever on Tuesday Night Turmoil. What a way to start off the show!" said Kendrick.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, Carmine Io!" said the announcer to the crowds dismay. Carmine snatched the mic out of his hands and spoke, his voice sounding mildly higher in pitch than the typical voice, with a slight Midwestern accent.
"Worthless! Absolutely Worthless! Worthless Wrestler! Worthless Fans! ALL OF IT! WORTHLESS!" Carmine yelled into the mic as the crowd booed louder. He continued his tirade slowly speeding up his words as he carried on, "Oh? You wanna boo me? Fine, be that way. I never had any intention of giving a shit about what ANY of YOU think. I'm Carmine Io. I'm the BLOOD ANGEL! And you bet your ass that I don't give a damn about what any of the worthless masses think. All I want is to win that championship, and I'll break everyone's bones to get it. So all you WORTHLESS people can cheer a WORTHLESS wrestler like Evan Windsor, but I'm gonna come away with all the glory. And one more thing-"
"Ok, Ok, we get it, you think you're hot shit Carmine, get back to the locker room. We have a tight schedule tonight. If you want to talk down to the crowd save it for later," Kokonoe's voice picked up through the arena, sounding far less enthused than she did earlier during her opening promo*.
"Where the hell are you and I'm talking right now so why the hell should I listen to you?" Carmine asked.
"Well, first of all, I'm in my office, I've got a radio system set up so I can make announcements, like changing the match order or participants and such. Second of all, I'm your boss, so regardless of whether you want to do your own thing and talk, you still answer to me. Believe me, I will fire you on the spot. You can't just set up time for talking without running it by me*. So how about you make the finals first and then I'll let you talk aaaaaaaaallllll you want before the Pay-Per-View. Until then you're going to do as I say, now get to the back."
Carmine grimaced at the order, but reluctantly set down the mic as his theme played while he walked back to the locker room.
"Wow what a great match to kick off our first show!"
"I agree Patrick, but I gotta ask, do you know what time it is?"
"Well I'd guess that it's time we move onto match 2 of the opening round of this tournament where we have Stephan Kriggs going against AKECHI."
The display showed Stephan Kriggs, listing his height at 5'10. He was actually quite buff for his height but not overly muscular, his skin tone showing that of a man who spent quite a bit of time in the sun. Kriggs had dirty blonde hair slicked directly back exposing his whole forehead and amber colored eyes. He had underwear style trunks colored a crimson red with black accents made to look like lightning bolts* coming down from the waistline and red boots with similar accents coming from the area around the laces.
The display switched to AKECHI, listing his height as 6'2. He was a medium toned Asian and was built as quite muscular, highly reminiscent of Katsuyori Shibata. He had jet black hair that went down to the middle of his neck and brown eyes. He wore solid black short style trunks barring the kanji of his name written on the side in white and white boots with black trimming.
"Kendrick, this is a match I've been waiting all night to see. Just because I want to see AKECHI wrestle, he's a man of few words, but he really doesn't need to speak when he's busy breaking faces and every other bone in the human anatomy. There's nothing that makes people more wary than wrestling such a practitioner of Strong Style."
"Hey, Strong Style for Strong 7, AKECHI is a perfect fit for this company and Kriggs needs to watch out for that Under Heaven Destruction finisher of his where he lifts his opponent up like you'd see for the Fairytale Ending only to then mix in a Gut Check into the equation."
"Hey don't sell Stephan Kriggs short, he's quite easily one of the fastest guys on the roster, sure he may be a glass cannon, but if he hits the Blitzkrigg spear into spinebuster combination, it's over."
"Don't forget Kriggs knowledge of wrestling, this kid has probably got every move scouted with knowledge of how to counter it and THAT'S what makes him so dangerous. We've got a force that can break just about anyone versus a lightning fast counter machine. This is an exciting match we have on our hands!"
*Speed Demon - Keel Plays*
The lights stayed white, but some turned out. The fans looked to the stage, but no one appeared. The lights focused on an area on the opposite side of the arena. Stephan Kriggs came out from a fan entrance area and walked down the steps to the lowest seating area. There was an open lane where security ensured that fans stood back as Kriggs sprinted down it and leapt the corner end of the barricade into ringside. He then leapt onto the ring apron facing the hard camera and pointed two finger guns outwards to both sides then to the hard cam "firing" them as he did so.
"The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 206 pounds, Stephan Kriggs."
Kriggs as this was being said, entered the ring and sat on the top rope, waiting for AKECHI to enter.
*Jaeger from BlazBlue Central Fiction Plays*
The lights mute to a grey with a couple a pale red. AKECHI walked out and straight down the ramp with a very serious expression on his face.
"And his opponent, from Fukuoka, Japan, weighing in at 271 pounds, AKECHI."
AKECHI continued and climbed into the ring, walked to a corner, and stared down his opponent in the opposite corner rather than engage in any posturing.
The bell rang after the music faded. AKECHI went in for a lockup, but Kriggs rolled and avoided contact. AKECHI was not amused by Kriggs' attitude as he was grinning cheekily at him. Kriggs went in to hit a few knife edge chops only for AKECHI to not even be phased. AKECHI then lifted Kriggs onto to shoulder, attempting a powerslam, but Kriggs slipped out of it and rolled AKECHI up into a O'Connor Roll pin.
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2..Kick Out.
"Kriggs might be in over his head here."
"He is facing possibly the exact counter to his style. Kriggs is what many would call a glass cannon and, boy howdy, is he going to have issues facing a man who's trained to not even flinch at chops like the ones Kriggs dished out, Kendrick."
"And Kriggs can hit like a truck, but a truck won't do much to a concrete wall no matter how fast it's going at it."
Kriggs and AKECHI got to their feet and AKECHI went for a chop of his own to Kriggs, and connected, causing Kriggs to wretch back in pain. AKECHI then connected with a combination of punches and kicks all over Kriggs, who seemed to already be really hurt. AKECHI, not wanting to waste this chance started setting him up for the Under Heaven Destruction, but failed as Kriggs reversed it into a back body drop. Kriggs started setting up for his own finisher and ran into for a spear on AKECHI, only for it to be countered into a DDT.
"I think this match is over, Kriggs isn't in a good position at all, he almost hit the Blitzkrigg, but I think he's about to go under Heaven." Akechi was getting Kriggs into position for his finisher now, not having lifted him up yet.
"And when you're under Heaven, you get put in position for Under Heaven Destruction," continued Kendrick as AKECHI lifted Kriggs up into a Fairytale Ending, but hit a gut check as well to finish the move. AKECHI went into a cover.
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AKECHI got up and raised a fist into the air in celebration, still stoic as he was when he entered.
"The winner of this match, AKECHI."
AKECHI was already climbing out of the ring as this announcement was made and he made his to backstage.
"Not even going to relish the victory huh?"
"That AKECHI, serious as always, Patrick. Can never read that guy. Anyway, stick around folks, because after ALL that wrestling we've seen so far. We have more to come right after this commercial break!"
After a few meaningless commercials advertising meaningless garbage like Special K cereal and the XFL, and some commercials talking about good things like new flavors of Gushers and Häagen Dazs coming to market, a vignette begins.
It shows a figure in a dark room, smoke flowing around. A voice speaks, it's somewhat hoarse in tone and slightly elevated in pitch*.
"This world has far too much hate in it. Too much fear. Too much suffering. This world has far too many villains in it. That is why, this world must prepare for JUSTICE!"
Spotlights shined on the figure show him wearing a black scarf and amethyst purple tights and boots with deep green accents. He had two-toned hair, that was pulled into a samurai-esque ponytail, the tail being jet black and the rest auburn. He was a very muscular and fairly tan half-Asian man. The scarf was blowing dramatically in the wind now.
"THE WORLD knows not of the true struggle. WE ALL ARE BLIND TO IT'S TRUTHS! NOT I HOWEVER! I AM THE GUIDING LIGHT! I AM THE SEEKER OF TRUTH! I AM THE HERO OF JUSTICE! MY NAME IS HIBIKI NISHIKAWA AND I AM THE HERO OF STRONG 7 WRESTLING AND I PROMISE JUSTICE! FOR! ALL!"
Words appeared on screen, "Hibiki Nishikawa Brings Forth Justice Next Week." Then faded to black.
"Jesus Christ, he is loud. Oh hey we're back. We've got more wrestling right now ladies and gentlemen, so thank you for choosing to spend your Tuesday Night with us on Tuesday Night Turmoil. Now, Patrick that last match before the break was kinda short wasn't it?" asked Kendrick.
"Well let's hope this next match doesn't end nearly as quick as it did for Stephan Kriggs as we've got King Lokesh toe to toe with "The Detonator" Nolan Clancy," said Patrick.
The display showed King Lokesh, listing his height at 6'4. He had a lean frame, darker tanned skin, hazel eyes, and a haircut reminiscent of AJ Styles haircut. He was shown wearing a black and light blue jacket. He had deep blue underwear style trunks with the Greek flag displayed on the side and he had blue and white boots on.
The display changed to display Nolan Clancy. He was fairly buff, a build that could be seen as similar to that of Randy Orton. Clancy also had medium-short jet black hair made to look messy, grey eyes, and had a slightly pale white skin tone. He was shown wearing a black base t-shirt that had a picture of him holding a lit stick of dynamite and said "Detonate and Captivate" on the back. He was also wearing crimson red tights that said Detonator down the left leg in black lettering with black boots.
""The Detonator" Nolan Clancy, man I tell you Kendrick, he's probably one of the top prospects in our company right now and he lives up to that moniker of his because he really wrestles with a lot of force, dare I say explosive."
"And we can't forget about his finisher, Blast Protocol, tell me Patrick, you ever seen a guy do a Spanish Fly, only to drill his knee into his opponents back? Because I have, and it is painful. Of course we can't forget about King Lokesh, an absolute technician in the ring, able to lock in a submission hold just about anywhere and anytime."
"Of course you just have to talk about his signature submission, The Infinite Puzzle, where he straight-jackets the arms, forces one knee into the back of his opponent while choking them with his other leg, very flexible and you can tell he's able to maximize any advantage with it in the ring."
*Extreme Attack - Hagane Plays*
The lights turn green and blue as King Lokesh walks out onto the stage. He walks partway down the ramp and stops to gesture to the crowd by gripping both his forearms and putting force into pulling them apart but not breaking his hold on them for a few seconds. Once he broke his hold he continued down the ramp.
"The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. On his way to the ring, from Thessaloniki, Greece, weighing in at 189 pounds*, King Lokesh."
He jumped onto the ring apron and then the ropes. He removed his jacket showing a tattoo on his right shoulder that read Νίκη* in black ink. He tossed the jacket to ringside and began to loosen his wrists out waiting for his opponent.
*Sunday Rain - Foo Fighters Plays*
The lights changed to red and grey. Nolan Clancy walked out onto the stage. He held two small handheld detonators, one in each hand. He spun on his heel having his back to the audience to show the text on his shirt. He spun back around, pressing one of the detonators*, setting off a pyro made to look like a bomb exploded from behind him, dropping the detonator to the ground as he walked down the ramp.
"And his opponent, from Providence, Rhode Island, weighing in at 236 pounds, He is "The Detonator" Nolan Clancy."
Nolan slid under the ring, walked the center held his right arm partially above him while he smirked with his eyes closed, pressing the detonator in his right hand. More pyro went off above
the ring, just like the kind from the stage. He removed his shirt and slid it and the detonator to a ring attendant as the music faded.
The bell rang and King Lokesh took no time in getting a grip on Nolan Clancy's left leg, locking in a rolling kneebar.
"Not even a second to think about that move from King Lokesh. Just automatic."
"He's a submission specialist, Kendrick, plain and simple. Any opening he'll take advantage of and try to get a tap," said Patrick. Lokesh continued the kneebar, but began slowly transitioning the hold into adding an arm lock into the mix applying more pressure as Clancy struggled futilely to escape the hold. Lokesh decided to try and add more pressure by attempting to arch the back of Clancy more, but Clancy took notice and leaned himself into a position where both of Lokesh's shoulders were on the mat. The ref counted.
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2..Kick Out.
"Lokesh tried to do too much there and it almost cost him dearly," said Kendrick. Lokesh had to break the hold in order to kick out Clancy struggled, but slowly got to his feet, having issues from the kneebar. He grabbed Lokesh and lifted him into a powerslam position and forced his knee into the ribs of Lokesh, then spun to hit a powerslam to finish. Clancy then grabbed Lokesh's head lifting it up and jumping to hit a sit-out facebuster. Clancy went for an elbow drop to the stomach, then another, and another, hitting three in a row. He went for a fourth, but Lokesh, while still getting hit, grabbed hold of the arm and quickly worked his way into wrestling Noan to the mat and locked him into a Fujiwara armbar.
"Clancy is not getting any breaks in this match," said Patrick, "In the short time this match has gone on, he's already gotten locked up twice into submission holds."
"And he'll have a tough time winning if he's spending this match unable to use his limbs, even if he gets out of every hold, he's losing strength in those limbs each time a hold is locked in. This is going to be an uphill fight if he's not careful," responded Kendrick. Clancy started dragging his body to the ropes, but Lokesh released the hold and started grabbing Clancy's legs, dragging him to the middle of the ring and applied a Sharpshooter. Clancy began wretching even more in pain, struggling to not tap out. He started crawling to the ropes again, but Lokesh walked back to the center of the ring and reworked the hold into an inverted Indian Deathlock, bridged back, grabbing hold of Clancy's head.
"A Muta Lock now from Lokesh, really working every part of Clancy," said Patrick. Clancy was now trying anything to escape. He noticed that Lokesh's head was right by his elbow and he began striking him with the elbow to force him to loosen his grip. Clancy started prying the arms off his head and Lokesh had to break the deathlock before Clancy broke out of that as well. Clancy got up to his feet. Lokesh went in to try another submission going for an armbar, but Clancy caught it and slammed him into a powerbomb. Lokesh got up only to get put into a side headlock and get a Snap DDT for his troubles. Then, Clancy dragged him to his feet, and nailed him with a Snap Dragon Suplex, bridging into a pin.
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"Clancy starting to take control here, let's see if he can keep up the momentum," said Kendrick. Lokesh got up and Clancy twisted his arm into a wristlock and pulled him into a clothesline, then pulled him up for another, then up again to elbow Lokesh in the face. Lokesh was reeling from the blows, but Clancy didn't lose wrist control and pulled him into a Hammerlock for a suplex. Clancy went in for another pin.
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Lokesh didn't kick out, but he did bridge out of the pin, which did the same thing. Clancy got up and went for another clothesline, but Lokesh caught it and delivered an elbow, then what was basically a Codebreaker to the arm. Lokesh leapt and hit a hurricanrana, sending Clancy to the floor. Lokesh began sitting Clancy up, grabbing the left arm and pulling it across his chest, but Clancy elbowed him in the head before he could continue applying a hold.
"I think we were about to see the Infinite Puzzle there, but Clancy wasn't biting," said Patrick. Clancy gripped onto Lokesh's arm as both men got to their feet. Lokesh could see what was about to happen and began striking at Clancy's head in an attempt to prevent it from happening. Clancy didn't loosen his grip, pulling Lokesh in to nail him with an elbow. He kept the wrist held and pulled him in one final time, flipping back and plunging Lokesh's back into his knee.
"BLAST PROTOCOL! BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE!" yelled Patrick.
"Please don't yell, I'm right here, and please don't say boom goes the dynamite again. That's stupid and you should be ashamed for saying that." While Kendrick said this, Clancy slowly rolled Lokesh onto his back and covered him.
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Clancy got up and did a little fist pump in celebration. The crowd cheered after seeing a push-pull battle like this. Clancy raised his right arm to the air, thumb up, and he pressed his thumb down like he did with the detonator.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, "The Detonator" Nolan Clancy."
"Nolan Clancy has moved on to the second round. He earned it after dealing with all those submissions."
"Absolutely, Kendrick. What a determined performance from Nolan Clancy."
Clancy got up to the middle rope and "pressed the detonator" once again. He jumped down and exited the ring, walking back up the ramp.
"Well, Kendrick I'd say it's high time we move onto our final match of the opening round where we have Hazama Clover facing off against "Golden Judgement" Dario Pastrnak*."
The display of Hazama Clover appeared, listing his height at 6'1. He had a slim, but muscular build, green eyes, short brown hair parted to the side, and also had a slightly tan complexion, but was otherwise clearly white. He was shown wearing a white, long sleeve, dress shirt, and a black vest and tie*. He had long black tights and brown boots made to look like dress shoes.
Next, the display showed Dario Pastrnak, listing his height at 6'0. He was more buff in comparison to Clover, but less so than Evan Windsor. He had straight blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, blue eyes, and was visibly, but naturally tan, more so than Clover*. He had the shorts kind of tights, a dark blue variation and matching boots with gold accents.
"Now, Patrick just what makes Dario Pastrnak think he's some form of "Judgement" exactly?"
"Well, from what I hear Kendrick, he spends his time observing people by interacting with them in that free spirit manner of his, he really enjoys messing with people to get in their heads and he claims that this makes him capable of judging people's character, but I don't buy it for a second."
"Well if his M.O. is to get into peoples heads, then he'll have a tall order facing Hazama Clover, a man who holds himself to be a calm, poised, gentleman. However, he is far from any saint I've ever seen. When he gets in the ring all bets are off. If I made a claim on who was the most versatile in the ring, I'd say it's him. Clover's got probably the most experience out of the men in this company having wrestled for the past 10 years all over the world despite only being 31 years old."
"Hey, let's not forget, Clover has that nasty finisher he calls the Serpent's Infernal Rapture where he stomps repeatedly on his opponents head and then helps them into a kneeling position all just to superkick them in the back of the head. That said, we have to keep an eye on Pastrnak and his finisher the AU, an absolutely devastating Alabama Slam Lungblower combination maneuver. I gotta say this one could turn sour very quickly if either man lets the other get an edge. But enough talking these fans are here for some action"
*Gluttony Fang II from BlazBlue Chronophantasma Plays*
The lights turn to a muted purple and gold. Hazama Clover walks out onto the stage fairly casually right when the guitar kicks in. He pauses at the top of the ramp, holding his right elbow with his left hand as he placed his right hand on his chin*. He continues to stroll to the ring after the piano picks up.
"This match is scheduled for ONE FALL. On his way to the ring, from Virginia Beach, Virginia, weighing in at 239 pounds, Hazama Clover." the announcer said.
Clover continues, climbing into the ring through the ropes and pausing in the center readying himself as though he has a violin in his hands and starts bowing along to the chorus* of the song and placing his hand on his chin as he did before once the chorus ends and the music starts fading out. He begins to remove his vest, tie, and dress shirt, handing them to one of the crew members at ringside instructing him to set it back in the locker room by his belongings backstage.
*Loose Change - Royal Blood Plays*
The lights keep the gold, but lose the purple. Dario Pastrnak walks out onto the stage and right down the ramp.
"And his opponent, from Fresno, California, weighing in at 257 pounds, "Golden Judgement" Dario Pastrnak."
Dario continued on his way, going up the rings steps to climb to the top rope, one leg on the top rope, the other on the middle rope. Dario stretched his left arm out fingers apart towards the ceiling looking up, crossing his right arm underneath with the back of his right hand touching his left shoulder. Then he snapped like left arm down to his left, palm down but fingers, still apart, turning his head to his right slightly down with both eyes closed. He jumped down into the ring and leaned back waiting for the bell to ring as his music faded.
The bell rang. Both men took to immediately locking up and Clover right after was able to get behind and attempted a german suplex only for Dario to escape and tried to hip toss Clover, only for him to roll away. Both men went back to locking up and Dario took the edge this time, getting Clover to the ground on his stomach, wrenching the arm as he did so. Clover broke free, and rolled Dario up into a school boy pin. Dario instantly kicked out and both men got to their feet.
"Neither man able to get an edge in this match," said Kendrick.
"I can agree, both these men have definitely done some scouting coming into tonight," said Patrick in response. Both tried to lockup once again and Clover began pushing Dario into the corner only for him to get spun into the corner at the last moment. The referee began counting as neither man broke their hold immediately. Dario broke the hold and gave Clover a chop across the chest. The crowd wooed in response. Clover responded with a couple blows to the head and went for a DDT, but Dario slipped out and tried one of his own, Clover responding in kind to this.
"Both men are on the same wavelength right now," said Kendrick. Clover tried a vertical suplex, only for Dario to counter and do the same to him with Clover countering. This pattern of Clover trying a move, Dario reversing into doing the same move, and Clover reversing it continued for a bit. Belly to belly slams, neckbreakers, dropkicks, all these followed this pattern.
"I think Dario is mocking Clover," said Patrick.
"How do you figure that?"
"Dario is trying the exact same moves Clover is doing after Clover fails to hit them on him. He's likely waiting for Clover to make a mistake," as Patrick finished, Dario slipped out of a powerslam attempt by Clover and managed to successfully hit a snap powerslam on him. He tried to cover, but Clover rolled onto his stomach. He grabbed Dario's right arm, hitting a successful arm drag and locking in a basic armbar.
"I think Clover caught on to Dario's plan as well and baited him into that arm drag, now Dario is in a suboptimal position," Kendrick said. Dario was trying to escape the armbar, but Clover kept a firm grip. Clover let go, however and began to stomp on the arm a few times, finishing by hitting a knee drop onto the hand. Dario wretched in pain.
"Clover using a smart strategy here, attacking the arm of Dario Pastrnak so he can't use that AU finisher of his," said Patrick. Dario worked his way up to his feet in spite of Clover hitting a few light kicks to his side. Clover moved back, but Dario rushed him and hit a running sleeper slam. He kept his sleeper hold on to try and weaken Clover in response to the targeting of his arm.
Clover was being strangled by this hold a bit, but slowly worked his way to his feet and with a few blows to the stomach of Dario, he escaped the hold as the grip loosened. He spun and started to stare down Dario placing his hand on his chin the way he did before the match. Dario ran and tried a running high knee, but it missed as Clover slipped behind him and quickly grabbed both arms from behind, hitting a straightjacket suplex and bridging into a pin.
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2..Kick Out.
"I think that was a two count because Dario was caught off guard by such a sudden suplex and pin attempt," said Patrick.
"I'm inclined to agree there Patrick, Clover has an advantage right now, probably from that veteran experience we mentioned earlier."
Dario got up to one knee, but Clover backed up and ran to him, nailing him with a Shining Wizard. Clover dragged Dario to his feet and hit a vertical suplex, then rolled and got to his feet, not breaking the hold and hit a neckbreaker. Clover attacked Dario's right arm hitting a leg drop and a double stomp to his arm, generating some boos from the crowd. Clover locked in a cross armbreaker, attempting to end the match now.
Dario once again anguished in the pain shooting through his arm, trying to reach for the ropes but too far away to touch them. The crowd began clapping and chanting "Dario Dario" to get him back in this match. Slowly he got to his feet, Clover not breaking the hold though, and Dario used this by hitting a powerbomb and keeping hold for a pin.
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2..Kick Out.
Clover was staggered and had issue getting to his feet, only getting to his feet before Dario ran in and hit him with a flatliner, sending him face first into the canvas. He went to pin again.
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2..Kick Out.
Dario was getting more and more livid at this and went to the top rope and hit a frog splash on Clover, pinning him again.
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2..Kick Out.
"Dario is getting angry from Clover not staying down."
"Of course he would be Patrick, he wants to win the World Championship at Fire in the Sky, but so does Clover. He's gonna need to do more to win this match."
Dario got Clover up and hit a german suplex and bridged. Kick out at 2. He kept his grip and went for a dragon suplex and bridged. Kick out at 2. He maintained the hold and tried a straightjacket suplex, but Clover managed to spin around to face Dario and hit him with a high knee. Dario was too angry to care though and lunged at Clover, only for him to just barely dodge a flying forearm. The referee inadvertently got in the way and Dario accidentally knocked him out and, too angry to notice, rushed and managed to this time grab Clover and set him into position for an Alabama Slam.
"Referee is down, but Pastranak is readying for the AU," said Kendrick. Clover however, quickly began struggling and flipped him into a sunset flip powerbomb. The crowd counted to 3, but the ref was still down. Breaking the cover, Clover tried to get the referee back to consciousness, shaking him awake. While the ref recovered, Dario hit Clover with a low blow from behind and rolled him up. The ref noticed and started counting.
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The bell rang and Dario's music started playing. The crowd booed at this.
"The winner of this match, Dario Pastrnak."
"Dario cheated to win that, Kendrick"
"Yeah, he couldn't keep Clover down by normal means so he hit him below the belt and rolled him up. What a coward move."
Dario was celebrating before a familiar voice came in through the speakers.
"Don't think I didn't see that Pastrnak." It was Kokonoe.
"Other promotions might be fine with letting the initial ruling stand if the referee didn't see any cheating, but I'm not fine with that. If I see anyone cheating to get the win, I'm going to do what I'm doing right now. Restart the match."
The bell rang again. Dario was furious and throwing a mini fit about how unfair this was. He got rolled up in the process, forgetting about his opponent.
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2..Kick Out.
Dario got up and began wailing on Clover, who could do little else besides try and block the blows Dario dished out, quickly getting him to the ground. Dario tried to finish with a double axe handle, but Clover stopped it and pushed him off him. Dario kicked Clover in the gut and hoisted him up for a powerbomb, but Clover broke free and landed behind him, hitting another straightjacket suplex. He didn't try to pin him this time, instead attempting to quickly stomp on Dario's head, but Dario rolled away.
"This match has been restarted. I think Clover was going for the Serpent's Infernal Rapture."
"He definitely was, Kendrick, but Dario has gotten away." Dario ran to a corner and climbed to the top rope, Clover wasn't giving chase though, putting his hand on his chin and waiting. Dario jumped down and did his pose at Clover.
"Both men are trying to get an edge on each other by taunting. It's not going to do much," said Kendrick. The crowd was now split on the two men in this ring. Dario had now greatly calmed down and was in a better state of mind. He walked to Clover and reached his hand out for an apology handshake. Clover did not buy this for a second and refused, but Dario then proceeded to hit a quick spinebuster maintaining coverage.
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2..Kick Out.
Dario and Clover got to their feet and Dario hit a dropkick sending his enemy into the corner. Clover saw as Pastrnak ran to the corner ready to hit a forearm with his right arm and dodged, causing Dario's forearm to land right into the turnbuckle. Dario recoiled as he turned around and had both arms quickly restricted as he got hit with a straightjacket DDT. Clover made sure Dario stayed face down as he released his grip. He got up and stuck his right arm out behind him.
"It's coming, he's ready for it," said Patrick. Clover began quickly stomping directly on the back of Dario's head, after a few stomps he stopped and put Dario into a kneeling position. He walked past Dario and then ran back and hit a superkick to the back of his head, sending him forcefully into the canvas. Clover rolled him over and hooked the leg.
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The bell rang, ending the match for real this time as Clover's music played staring at the chorus now. Clover got up and put his hand on his chin again, in celebration this time. Half the crowd was booing while the other half cheered.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, Hazama Clover."
Clover took a bow and promptly exited the ring.
"Clover is taking no time to leave, at least Kokonoe made sure things were fixed otherwise Dario would've won. Once he began hitting those stomps for the Serpent's Infernal Rapture though, it was the end for Dario Pastrnak," said Kendrick.
"Well it was a pretty rough match for him. He's probably going to get some R and R before his match next week, but first, we've got some commercials to get to, we'll be right back on Tuesday Night Turmoil."
In between more fairly meaningless commercials, one that is decidedly more important starts.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is the owner of the BTWF (Big Time Wrestling Federation) Chris Dramin, and I'm here to say that after you're done enjoying S7W, consider watching the BTWF, both Octane and Intensity. You'll see your favorite characters from anime and cartoons collide for championships and glory. If you need more wrestling to satisfy your cravings, come join us at the BTWF, on Fridays and Saturdays. We'll be waiting.*"
"Welcome back everyone, and for those just now tuning in we're about to have our very first main event tonight on Tuesday Night Turmoil."
"That's right Patrick, we've got our tag team main event between the team of Tracey Pearson and "The Stoneheart" General Brooks and the team of Rhys Hoskins and Bryce Vanderfleet."
The display for Tracey Pearson appeared first, listing his height at 6'5. He was a very built and buff white man. He had a short beard and connected mustache combination along with short, spiked up hair. He wore grey tights that were designed to also have vertical pinstripes on them and grey boots with navy blue trimming.
The display switched to General Brooks, listing his height at 6'10. He was a tall dark-skinned black guy and easily the most physically muscular guy shown. He didn't have any hair on his and had brown eyes. He wore dirt colored boots and brown cargo pants*.
Next, the display showed Rhys Hoskins, listing his height at 6'4. He was a very pale skinned man, but somewhat muscular in stature. He wore a tri colored set of tights, some parts green, some blue, some white, there was no consistency in the design as the colors appeared in lines, patches, and random design accents, fairly chaotic in design, his boots also reflected this schema.
Finally, the display showed Bryce Vanderfleet, listing his height at 5'11. He was a light-skinned African-American man. He had his dark brown hair pulled back into a braid that extended down to between his shoulder blades and hazel eyes. Vanderfleet wore yellow tights with navy blue designs, done to appear like rays of sunlight in inverted color. His boots also reflected this.
"Tracey Pearson, a man with a storied past in sports, just not wrestling."
"You must be referring to his past as an NCAA pitcher, right Patrick?"
"Yes I am, he was set for the MLB after pitching his final game in a shutout in the College World Series for USC to help them win their first championship since '98 a couple years ago, but he tore his rotator cuff in the minor leagues in his first game and retired. HOWEVER, he decided to become a pro wrestler so he could make himself just as successful as he dreamed of being in baseball, and given the strength and power of his left hook punch, The Knuckleball, he could be seeing some success come his way very soon."
"And lest we forget his tag team partner we've got "The Stoneheart" General Brooks, now don't let the name General fool you, his name is actually General. He certainly lives up to the nickname of "Stoneheart" considering his sheer size and muscle mass."
"He is a brick wall given human form and I can imagine that this will be a challenge for Rhys Hoskins and Bryce Vanderfleet, especially since they'll need to watch out for his Stone Free finisher where he puts his own spin on the Three Amigos and hits three consecutive brainbusters."
"While we're still talking about Rhys Hoskins he is an enigma to say the least. One minute he'll wrestle like a cruiserweight, the next he'll wrestle like a technician, and the next after that he'll wrestle like a brawler. You really don't know what to expect from him in the ring and the only thing more dangerous than his style shifting is his finisher the Hyde Effect wherein he leaps onto the ropes and springs off them to hit his opponent with a devastating knee strike to the skull."
"Plus Bryce Vanderfleet is just as dangerous, a high flyer who doesn't give a damn about the risk he puts his body into, just as long as he wins, he doesn't care otherwise. It shows too because I don't think that this man even goes beyond mild acknowledgment of anything, in the ring and out. I can't help but feel put off by it. Besides he knows a move that he calls the Open Mind, a DDT that he hits after butterfly hooking his opponent, lifting, and then spinning them."
"But enough talking, we've got one more match everyone so let's get to the main event."
*Howling For You - The Black Keys Plays*
The lights change to maroon and yellow*. Tracey Pearson jogs onto the stage and stops midway down the ramp by leaping and putting weight on his heels and he landed. He raises his left hand in a fist to the ceiling before quickly bringing it down, sliding it down his right arm starting at the shoulder, separating his fingers as he did so, and reached his left arm out in front of him and a bit to the left, palm down. He continued on his way to the ring.
"The following contest is tonight's MAIN EVENT and is a tag team match scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, from Syracuse, New York, weighing in at 267 pounds, Tracey Pearson."
Tracey slid underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbed to the second rope in one of the corners and did the same sequence he did on the ramp.
*Motor Head from BlazBlue Calamity Trigger Plays*
The lights changed to a dark green and dusty brown. General Brooks came out, a serious expression on his face. He stood on the stage and slowly crossed his arms, multiple rockets of orange pyro going off vertically into the air behind him. He proceeded down the ramp.
"And his partner, currently residing in Ciel Violet* in the Swiss Alps, weighing in at 331 pounds. "The Stoneheart" General Brooks.
General walked up the ring steps and climbed over the top rope. He crossed his arms slowly again once in the ring. Tracey Pearson took a knee in front of him, facing the same direction as General, and did his sequence again. The music began to fade.
*21st Century Schizoid Man - King Crimson Plays*
The lighting changes to pink and purple, then to blue and green, then white and orange, pausing a couple seconds on each color before switching to the next and looping in this order. Out came Rhys Hopkins who walked out very stiffly to the ring.
"And introducing their opponents, first from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds, Rhys Hopkins."
Hopkins entered the ring by jumping to the ring apron then vaulting over the ropes. He smacked himself in the face and grinned, holding his right hand near his face in a claw-like position.
*Knocking On Forbidden Doors - Enigma* Plays*
The lights dim to a deep, dark blue. Slowly, out walks Bryce Vanderfleet, almost in a trance kind of walk, his eyes remaining closed. He's holding a lit torch, a small one that's easy to hold in one hand, his right hand. Vanderfleet walks part way down the ramp. He holds out an open palm to the sky reaching his arm out as well. He blows out the torch* and sets it on the ground. He carries on to the ring.
"And his partner, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 208 pounds, Bryce Vanderfleet."
Vanderfleet climbed to the ring apron in front of the hardcam and reached out his open palm once more before entering the ring. All four men took a moment to size each other up as this was an important match as the music faded. Both teams made their way to opposite corners, Rhys Hoskins and Tracey Pearson elected to start off the tag team match.
The bell rang. Hoskins and Pearson locked up, but Pearson quickly threw Hoskins towards the ropes. Hoskins rebounded and avoided a back body drop attempt by leaping over Pearson, stopping his momentum on the landing, then hitting a dropkick sending him towards General's corner. General tagged himself in.
"Oh I bet Hoskins is regretting that right now."
"Absolutely, Patrick. Brooks is what I'd call an opponent you'll need some kind of alternative strategy for." Hoskins turned to Vanderfleet, looking to see if he'll tag in only to see him furiously shaking his head. Hoskins looked visibly bewildered by this, but before he could turn around got hit with a wheelbarrow facebuster from General. General rolled him onto his stomach just by pushing him with his leg. He then leapt into the air and double stomped Hoskin's stomach. You could almost hear the crowd wincing in pain watching it happen.
"JESUS CHRIST! BREAK HIS RIBS WHY DON'T YA?!"
"Patrick, volume. Please." General deadlifted Hoskins up and hit him with an uranage, then repeated the deadlift only this time throwing him into the air and catching him with a sit-out spinebuster to pin him.
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Hoskins scrambled trying to get away, getting to a neutral corner scaling the ropes. General walked towards him menacingly. Hoskins tried to leap over him, only for him to get caught and carried onto General's shoulder. Before General was able to do anything though, Hoskins managed to get into a sleeper hold, cutting off the airway for General.
"Hoskins' got something going now, maybe he can use this to swing the pendulum back his way," said Kendrick. Hoskins was keeping a firm grip on this hold, but General began attempting to ram Hoskins into the corner, back first. He tried this again, and again, and again, until finally Hoskins let go. General was a bit staggered and took his focus off Hoskins who took this time to get to his corner and tagged in Vanderfleet.
"Bryce Vanderfleet, getting his first chance in the ring here in S7W, but he's still got General in the ring to deal with," said Patrick. Still back turned to them, General fell to the ground as Vanderfleet chopped blocked him. Vanderfleet continued his attack by rebounding off the ropes as General sat up only to receive a meteora for his troubles. Vanderfleet got into a cover.
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2..Kick Out.
Vanderfleet got launched on the kick out into the air by General, landing face first on the canvas. General got up and tried to launch Vanderfleet into the air like he did with Hoskins earlier, however Vanderfleet responded and hit a dropkick directly into his face. General fell to one knee and Vanderfleet hit a running knee right into his skull. He hooked the leg and covered him again.
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Pearson broke up the pin by lifting Vanderfleet off General. He then hit Vanderfleet with a tiger suplex. General got back to his feet. Hoskins ran in and rushed Pearson, hitting him with a Thesz Press. Pearson pushed him off and both men got up and began exchanging blows.
"This match is quickly descending into anarchy, Patrick."
"That it is, Kendrick, and the ref can only do so much to control these men." General grabbed Hoskins from behind and restricted him, allowing Pearson free reign to wail of Hoskins. He pumped his fist, did a pitching windup and swung his left hand at Pearson, but Pearson broke free and ducked out of the way at the last second.
"Just outside the strike zone there on that Knuckleball, eh Kendrick?" Patrick said this in a way to make it sound like he was talking into a radio, like an old school broadcast of baseball.
Kendrick responded in the same tone, "Well, golly gee, Patrick, I just have to agree with you there and that was ball four so he let Hoskins walk. Ya just hate to see it happen." Hoskins charged at Pearson sending both men through the ropes. Meanwhile, Vanderfleet attempted to take advantage of the situation and tried to roll up General. Key word tried as General grabbed the arm on the school boy attempt and dragged Vanderfleet between his legs. General then lifted him into a Gorilla Press, then hit a spinebuster from it. General waited for Vanderfleet to make his way back to his feet, keen on crossing his arms and waiting. Once he did, he hoisted Vanderfleet up into position for a brainbuster, only Hoskins ran in and pulled Vanderfleet back down. Both men took advantage and quickly hit a double snap suplex on the much larger General. Both men went to their corner to tag, then went back as both got General up, with Vanderfleet keeping a hold on General's arms. Hoskins leapt onto the middle rope and sprung off it, hitting General with his right knee.
"Hyde Effect! That's gotta be it," said Kendrick. Hoskins got into a cover while Vanderfleet kept lookout to make sure that Pearson didn't get in.
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Pearson slipped past Vanderfleet and broke up the pin. Vanderfleet tried to throw Pearson back out, but Pearson instead responded with a scoop slam into backbreaker maneuver, then when Vanderfleet tried to get up, nailed him in the face with a spinning heel kick. Vanderfleet rolled out of the ring. Pearson then hit a snap suplex on Hoskins. He ran to his corner so General could get to him and tag out. He waited for Hoskins to get back up by setting up like he would for a pitch.
"Into the windup, Pearson on the way," said Patrick in the radio voice. Pearson did the pitching windup and swung a left hook at Hoskins who couldn't react in time and got punished for it by getting with the Knuckleball. He hooked the leg.
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Pearson's music hit and he celebrated, while General got in to join in on it. Pearson doing his motion again and General crossing his arms.
"Strike Three called, it's over, caught looking on the Knuckleball" said Kendrick in the radio voice. He continued normally, "But in any case Pearson really didn't do much there besides finish the match. Vanderfleet and Hoskins were trying a lot of ways to keep General down, but in the end Pearson kept him alive long enough to get back in and drill Rhys Hoskins with the Knuckleball."
"I have to agree there, General took all of the beating since Pearson ducked out at the first sign of trouble. But both men fought hard to win this match tonight and they'll be rewarded with a chance to become the inaugural S7W Tag Team Champions."
"In any case, Congratulations to both men for winning the first main event of Tuesday Night Turmoil."
"Congrats indeed. Well it appears we've neared the end of our broadcast time so I'm Patrick Alston."
"And I'm Kendrick West."
"And we'll see you next time," both said together.
The camera showed both men celebrating as the show faded to black. The crowd chanting "S-Sev-Dub! S-Sev-Dub!"
*Note Points - show in order of Note Point appearance.
*To those who have played BlazBlue, yes this is THAT Kokonoe and no, no one questions the cat ears and tails.
*Fire in the Sky is set on Sunday, April 30th. This is the day where Walpurgisnacht begins, typically involving the burning of things.
*Io is pronounced eye-oh, not the Japanese pronunciation you might have assumed.
*The display lists weight, hometown, and height, but I'm only saying height since the announcer is going to say the former two, since that would be redundant.
*The announcer is named
*This is more in line with Kokonoe's usual tone of voice in the games, her opening spiel was her more putting on an act for the audience.
*Kokonoe is fairly loose on booking, usually leaving a match slot or two open each night, but she did pack the show for the first night.
There are some rules prior to shows for wrestlers to follow.
Any matches that aren't initially on schedule are either allowed if requested by the wrestlers on the spot and scheduled at some point on the show, sometimes right after being requested, or penciled in for the next show if it's full.
This only applies to Turmoil, Pay-Per-View cards are set with no impromptu matches being allowed on these cards.
Empty match slots are filled by a match at Kokonoe's discretion if no match is requested that night.
Promo time and backstage interviews are not planned until a little bit before the show and must be run by Kokonoe prior to ensure that any time for talking doesn't take either too much time in the live time slot she bought.
Kokonoe can cut a segment early if she feels it's going on too long for the show.
Kokonoe can force a wrestler to cut a promo regardless of request by her discretion should it be needed to fill time.
Impromptu promo time is allowed depending on the show, mainly if match slots are open, or there's space from a lack of promo time requests, again at Kokonoe's discretion.
Kokonoe can apply and remove additional rules, if necessary.
Carmine did not follow Rule 3 or Rule 4 by cutting an impromptu promo. So Kokonoe has every right to shut it down.
*Not a lightning bolt like the one you'd see on like The Flash, like lightning in random patterns like in a storm.
*When I said lean I meant it, we're talking somewhere between ZSJ and Will Ospreay.
*He sounds like Tony Oliver doing his Bang voice.
*Νίκη is the Greek spelling of Nike, this refers to the goddess of victory, not the brand athletes wear.
*Doesn't actually set them off, that's just for effect for the audience.
*It's pronounced Pas like in pasta, a tr sound, and nak pronounced like knock.
*If you think he's dressed similar to the man who he gets his first name from, rest assured that's the intent, but he's not going to wear this combo every time he shows up.
*We're not talking Hulk Hogan or Zack Ryder levels of tan, more like the kind you'd see a friend having after they spent a week in Miami, right before school started back up after Christmas break.
*His hand is like this if that helps but he also has his hand on his elbow as I stated. wiki/Relius_Clover/Image_Gallery?file=Relius_Clover_(Sprite).png
*I'm aware that it's just a guitar solo, but it still technically has a chorus in tune so deal with it.
*This is a plug for my friend's wrestling league. It's actually pretty good so do check out BTWF Friday Night Octane and BTWF Saturday Night Intensity.
*Brooks is a character from another fic I'm working on, the boots and pants are the clothes he fights in in that fic. Also it refers to his other side job as an archeologist.
*It's the colors for USC.
*The location of where Brooks has his real job, not a real place obviously.
*It's a specific cut of the song found here: /watch?v=39RxnkbsaqQ. The full cut doesn't really have the melody start until 50 seconds in. We're not having an Undertaker level wait between music starting and the wrestler entering.
*It looks like a torch, but it's basically a giant lighter that switches on and off. He pressed a button to turn it on as he "blew" it out.
Author's Notes
Hello everyone, my name is CieraLacina and I love wrestling. So much that I decided to begin my own fanfiction wrestling league. I am open to criticism so if you have suggestions for improvement don't hesitate to let me know.
Thank you for your time.