Post by CM Poor: DeepFigureValue on Jul 23, 2018 7:14:57 GMT -5
And the sound of the battle rang…
The city of Chicago, as it is wont to do, erupts in a sea of uncontrollable flames. The fire burns through the veil of the present, giving way to a fleeting glimpse of the past.
Michael Kyzer, in the vein of a brawny doorman ejecting some drunken vagrant, heaves a prone and beaten Drakz out the door of the Elimination Chamber, sending the bloodied champion crumbling down to the ground, bouncing as he comes to a final stop in a heap against the nearby barrier.
...through the streets of the old East Side…
The flames burn brighter as Drakz emerges from behind the curtain, flashing his signature, arrogant, toothy grin as Frank Lynn, still within the confines of the ring he’s dominated in overbearing fashion over the course of Drakz’s absence, spreads his arms wide, silently beckoning the returning legend to come at him.
...’til the last of the hoodlum gang…
A worn and weary David Brennan lunges at the dragon, unleashing one, perhaps two punches that land before he’s dropped to the ground as Tugarin Zmey drops him with a deafening headbutt. Embers smolder and crackle as the World Champion is driven through a shattering glass pane door, symbolically removing him from the equation.
...had surrendered up, or died.
The flames are little more than a sweltering glow now as Brennan is laid out, draped across the shoulders of a bronzed hometown legend. The dragon stalks off as the fire is snuffed, seeking out his next targeted prey in the absence of the fallen, defeated champion.
As the orange and red glow of the inferno gives way to darkness, a small beacon of light shines through, as a stoic, bearded missionary looks upon the wreckage with solemn understanding before turning back to fade into the night.
The house lights come up upon a rabid, vocal, and somewhat perplexed, packed arena of fans within the United Center as the commonplace staple of pyrotechnics and productional ballyhoo cease to erupt.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, welcome to Second to None, coming to you live from Chicago’s famed United Center! We are...in the midst of something of a situation here…
A small army of stagehands emerges from the curtain, trailed by WFWF General Manager Lila Sleater. A small huddle is called right there on the stage, and as the group disburses, their gazes turn skyward, toward the arena rafters as a pair of spotlights, typically set aside for the accentuating of talent entrances are aimed upward, each scanning the ceiling opposite the other’s direction in a slow, deliberate fashion.
Daniel Knight: We’re off to a rather unconventional start here tonight, as it seems event staff appear to be looking for -
Alecia Matthews: There! Right there, above the ramp!
The searchlights converge high up in the rafters, overlooking the entrance ramp. Illuminated in the blinding, white light of the massive lamps is the figure of a small child - familiar by now to the entire WFWF Multiverse as the young boy who’d become heavily involved in the war between WFWF World Heavyweight Champion David Brennan and Michael Kyzer - perched precariously atop one of the many steel beams supporting the roof of the United Center.
Daniel Knight: My God, it’s that damn kid!
Alecia Matthews: Moreover, look what he’s got…
Even more precariously placed, immediately beside the boy, is the glimmering visage of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Daniel Knight: I’d hope he’s here to vacate that title on David Brennan’s behalf!
Alecia Matthews: That high up? Don’t count on it.
Daniel Knight: If Brennan is unable to compete…
Alecia Matthews: ...which he is, following Tugarin Zmey’s heinous attack…
Daniel Knight: ...then by right, he should make the title available to be awarded to someone who is!
Aware of the focus placed upon him, the boy seizes the title in one hand, slinging it over his person like a gold plated messenger bag, and with surprisingly cat-like agility, leaps to his feet and takes off running across the beam, disappearing out of sight like a diminutive, Thai Phantom of the Opera.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus CHRIST if he falls…!
Daniel Knight: Easier to retrieve the belt.
Alecia Matthews: You’re abhorrent.
Daniel Knight: And you have a show to call. Is that it? Can we all go about our lives, then?
Having lost the boy, the lighting rigs are returned to their production state. A brief - and heated on the part of Lila Sleater - meeting converges upon the stage, with the GM barking any number of orders to her collected staff before they finally disperse in a hurry, leaving Sleater looking skyward before exasperatedly resigning herself for the moment, turning, and disappearing behind the curtain.
Alecia Matthews: For the moment, it would seem, though I think either of us would be remiss to suggest that all of this isn’t going to come up again this evening.
Daniel Knight: *Sigh*...only in the WFWF…
Alecia Matthews: WHERE ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!
Daniel Knight: I think that’s copyrighted.
Alecia Matthews: Erm...probably...well, with that in mind, I’ll kindly cease and desist, as I believe we’re clear to send things over to Christa Adina for our first bout of the evening!
Daniel Knight: Finally…
2!
Mesh kicks out!
Like two bulls, they lunge at each other and finally, they lock up! They jockey for position with Priceless getting the advantage due to his height and strength. He grabs Mesh’s arm and wrenches it. She fights out of it and reverses the hold. She transitions the hold into a hammerlock but then Priceless gets out of the hold and traps her head with his arms in a side headlock. Mesh backs into the ropes as to maybe loosen the grip but doing so just makes Priceless apply the hold even tighter. Elbows to the midsection of Priceless and Mesh is free but again, Priceless has a hold of her hair and drops her down to the mat! He immediately goes to pick her up but using her legs, she brings him down with a headscissors takedown! Coming off the ropes, she nails Priceless in the face with a running dropkick. She does a quick dance for the rowdy Chicago crowd and starts hammering away at the downed Priceless. He shoves her back, but Mesh keeps coming! Priceless manages to grab her by the throat and he uses all of his force to throw her over the third rope and to the outside! Priceless immediately goes after her, stomping away at his opponent. He picks Mesh up and irish whips her into the barricades! He grabs her and irish whips her into the barricades on the opposite side! The referee starts his countdown.
Daniel Knight: Ha ha ha! You feel that, you blueberry?!
With a sudden burst of energy, Mesh is able to get back inside the squared circle – barely breaking the count. Priceless smirks again as he gets up off the mat. He walks over to Mesh who’s still trying to get back up. He looks down at her, using his tights as leverage. Priceless seems to have gotten bored of just beating up on Mesh as he grabs her in a front facelock, signaling his finishing move – The Red Eve.
Daniel Knight: Prepare yourself, Matthews for the most devastating finishing move of all-time!
Daniel Knight: Ouch! That was beautiful!
Daniel Knight: Goddamn it!
Alecia Matthews: Somehow, Mesh kicked out of that brutal looking spinebuster!
Daniel Knight: Here comes my favorite move. Ever.
1!
Daniel Knight: YES! We can commence the slaughter once again!
Alecia Matthews: Looks like Priceless is getting desperate.
Mesh kicks out!
Priceless sits up, looking frustrated. He picks Mesh up, but she counters with a discus forearm! She follows up with a kick to the midsection. Priceless hunches over, Mesh bounces off the ropes, jumps up and comes down with a Mushroom Stomp! She climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, going for the 630 Splash. Mesh taunts for the crowd before jumping off, spinning forward in a picture-perfect moment! In a beautiful sequence, she lands atop Priceless, landing right on his chest! She immediately hooks the leg!
Daniel Knight: Goddamn it!
Daniel Knight: I hate her.
The city of Chicago, as it is wont to do, erupts in a sea of uncontrollable flames. The fire burns through the veil of the present, giving way to a fleeting glimpse of the past.
Michael Kyzer, in the vein of a brawny doorman ejecting some drunken vagrant, heaves a prone and beaten Drakz out the door of the Elimination Chamber, sending the bloodied champion crumbling down to the ground, bouncing as he comes to a final stop in a heap against the nearby barrier.
...through the streets of the old East Side…
The flames burn brighter as Drakz emerges from behind the curtain, flashing his signature, arrogant, toothy grin as Frank Lynn, still within the confines of the ring he’s dominated in overbearing fashion over the course of Drakz’s absence, spreads his arms wide, silently beckoning the returning legend to come at him.
...’til the last of the hoodlum gang…
A worn and weary David Brennan lunges at the dragon, unleashing one, perhaps two punches that land before he’s dropped to the ground as Tugarin Zmey drops him with a deafening headbutt. Embers smolder and crackle as the World Champion is driven through a shattering glass pane door, symbolically removing him from the equation.
...had surrendered up, or died.
The flames are little more than a sweltering glow now as Brennan is laid out, draped across the shoulders of a bronzed hometown legend. The dragon stalks off as the fire is snuffed, seeking out his next targeted prey in the absence of the fallen, defeated champion.
As the orange and red glow of the inferno gives way to darkness, a small beacon of light shines through, as a stoic, bearded missionary looks upon the wreckage with solemn understanding before turning back to fade into the night.
The house lights come up upon a rabid, vocal, and somewhat perplexed, packed arena of fans within the United Center as the commonplace staple of pyrotechnics and productional ballyhoo cease to erupt.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, welcome to Second to None, coming to you live from Chicago’s famed United Center! We are...in the midst of something of a situation here…
A small army of stagehands emerges from the curtain, trailed by WFWF General Manager Lila Sleater. A small huddle is called right there on the stage, and as the group disburses, their gazes turn skyward, toward the arena rafters as a pair of spotlights, typically set aside for the accentuating of talent entrances are aimed upward, each scanning the ceiling opposite the other’s direction in a slow, deliberate fashion.
Daniel Knight: We’re off to a rather unconventional start here tonight, as it seems event staff appear to be looking for -
Alecia Matthews: There! Right there, above the ramp!
The searchlights converge high up in the rafters, overlooking the entrance ramp. Illuminated in the blinding, white light of the massive lamps is the figure of a small child - familiar by now to the entire WFWF Multiverse as the young boy who’d become heavily involved in the war between WFWF World Heavyweight Champion David Brennan and Michael Kyzer - perched precariously atop one of the many steel beams supporting the roof of the United Center.
Daniel Knight: My God, it’s that damn kid!
Alecia Matthews: Moreover, look what he’s got…
Even more precariously placed, immediately beside the boy, is the glimmering visage of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Daniel Knight: I’d hope he’s here to vacate that title on David Brennan’s behalf!
Alecia Matthews: That high up? Don’t count on it.
Daniel Knight: If Brennan is unable to compete…
Alecia Matthews: ...which he is, following Tugarin Zmey’s heinous attack…
Daniel Knight: ...then by right, he should make the title available to be awarded to someone who is!
Aware of the focus placed upon him, the boy seizes the title in one hand, slinging it over his person like a gold plated messenger bag, and with surprisingly cat-like agility, leaps to his feet and takes off running across the beam, disappearing out of sight like a diminutive, Thai Phantom of the Opera.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus CHRIST if he falls…!
Daniel Knight: Easier to retrieve the belt.
Alecia Matthews: You’re abhorrent.
Daniel Knight: And you have a show to call. Is that it? Can we all go about our lives, then?
Having lost the boy, the lighting rigs are returned to their production state. A brief - and heated on the part of Lila Sleater - meeting converges upon the stage, with the GM barking any number of orders to her collected staff before they finally disperse in a hurry, leaving Sleater looking skyward before exasperatedly resigning herself for the moment, turning, and disappearing behind the curtain.
Alecia Matthews: For the moment, it would seem, though I think either of us would be remiss to suggest that all of this isn’t going to come up again this evening.
Daniel Knight: *Sigh*...only in the WFWF…
Alecia Matthews: WHERE ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!
Daniel Knight: I think that’s copyrighted.
Alecia Matthews: Erm...probably...well, with that in mind, I’ll kindly cease and desist, as I believe we’re clear to send things over to Christa Adina for our first bout of the evening!
Daniel Knight: Finally…
The arena goes dark and bright colored lights flash throughout. As the colorful lights circle above, more lights rise from the ground and move in sync, forwards and backwards.
Daniel Knight: Oh, my.
Alecia Matthews: It’s your favorite!
As the song continues to build, the light moves faster, flashing rapidly. The crowd starts getting into the song, the lights suddenly start to flash and flicker, painting the arena. The lights themselves are moving in sync to the beat of the song. From behind the curtain comes out Mesh, wearing her hoodie and surgical mask. She comes out dancing to the beat of the song, breakdancing and shuffling. She poses for the crowd, raising her hands in the arms and pumping it up!
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds…..Mesh!
As she walks down the ramp, she continues to shuffle, holding her arms out to high five some of the party people in the crowd. She suddenly stops, points and pops! She hasn't lost a step as she keeps in rhythm. The crowd mimics her every move! She runs through the bottom ropes, breakdances back to her feet and pose for the crowd; hands up in the air as she stands atop the turnbuckle!
After jumping off from the turnbuckle, she does another dance in the middle of the ring and then stops which results in the crowd going nuts! She then waits in the corner, patiently for her opponent...
Suddenly, the lights go down as Change by the Deftones echoes throughout the arena. From within the shadows emerges Chris Priceless, walking slowly past the crowd, glaring at them with zero expression on his face.
Christa Adina: And her opponent, from Tragedy City, weighing it at two hundred and forty pounds….Chris Priceless!
His matching black vest and sleek tights glisten under the lights as he enters the ring. He has a very unsettled expression on his face, walking past the referee and eyeing his opponent. Priceless doesn’t seem impressed nor interested in his opponent. He walks to the opposite corner and sits on the mat.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell rings, Priceless doesn’t sit up. He stays seated on the mat. Mesh as well as the referee look confused. A very…awkward way to start the show.
Alecia Matthews: Either Priceless is playing some mind games or he’s just lazy.
Daniel Knight: I had the pleasure of sitting down with Mr. Priceless last week and I can tell you that he is not lazy. Trust me – it’s all part of his plan.
The referee uses his position of power to order Priceless to sit up otherwise he’ll count him out. Priceless doesn’t acknowledge the referee as he’s staring a hole right through the colorful Mesh. The referee then starts counting out Priceless.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Alecia Matthews: What is happening right now?
Daniel Knight: You are watching a genius at work, Matthews.
Mesh shrugs her shoulders and looks at the crowd who is letting Priceless how they feel yet he remains seated with no expression. The crowd is booing loudly as they start a chant that only residents from Chi-Town could think up.
GET THE F*** UP!
*clap clap clap clap clap*
GET THE F*** UP!
*clap clap clap clap clap*
GET THE F*** UP!
*clap clap clap clap clap*
*clap clap clap clap clap*
GET THE F*** UP!
*clap clap clap clap clap*
GET THE F*** UP!
*clap clap clap clap clap*
6!
7!
8!
9!
Suddenly, Priceless sits up breaking the count at the last, possible second charging towards Mesh and hitting her with a running clothesline! She bounces off the corner turnbuckle!
Alecia Matthews: Hey now! Priceless just exploded out of the corner while Mesh had her back turned!
Daniel Knight: Simply brilliant. Caught his opponent off guard, thus gaining the advantage early on.
Mesh feels the impact of that clothesline as Priceless takes off his vest and beanie. He follows up with hard stomps to Mesh’s face. With Mesh still down, Priceless uses his boot to choke her. The referee orders Priceless to step away from Mesh so she can catch her breath. Priceless reluctantly backs off as Mesh gets back up. Priceless charges towards her but she follows up with a kick to the medsection! Mesh comes out of the corner throwing right hands but Priceless manages to block the shots. He shoves Mesh back, but she bounces off the ropes and knocks Priceless over the third rope with a running clothesline!
Alecia Matthews: And the girl gets payback!
Priceless smirks at Mesh with his hands on his waist. He runs under the bottom rope and the two go at it! Exchanging blows!
Alecia Matthews: These two are going at it!
Both competitors are hammering away at each other! Right hands by Mesh! Left hands by Priceless! Suddenly, they break apart and Priceless knees Mesh in the gut. Clubbing blow to the back of her head and Mesh goes down. Priceless stomps away at her but she’s fighting back! Punching him in the midsection. Priceless punches her back, only harder. Mesh is groggy, Priceless runs the ropes and drops Mesh with another clothesline. He hooks the leg!
1!
Mesh kicks out!
Priceless traps Mesh’s neck with his large bicep with a side headlock. His knuckles are turning white from how tight his grip is. The snarky Chicago crowd is still rooting for the babyface as they rally Mesh on. She attempts to fight out of it but Priceless maintains control of the hold. Mesh tries again to get out of the hold, getting up to her feet. She elbows Priceless in the midsection and manages to escape the hold! He maintains a grip on her hair though and she slams her down hard onto the mat! The referee warns Priceless, but he ignores the official. Priceless goes to pick Mesh up but again, she fights back! Hard forearms to the face of Priceless but he hits her back with a knee to the gut. Priceless picks her up in a gorilla press slam position, showing off his strength as he carries all one hundred and twenty-four pounds that is Mesh above his head!
Daniel Knight: Look at the strength! He's so strong!
While still hoisting her above his head, he turns to face the announce table and hurls Mesh over the third rope! A loud thud is heard as she crashes and burns on the hard-concrete floor!
Alecia Matthews: Holy s***!
Daniel Knight: YES! YES! YES!
The referee immediately runs out of the ring to check on Mesh. She’s out. Priceless exits the ring and looks down at Mesh. He smirks again. Again, he grabs her by the hair and throws her back in the ring. He hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Mesh kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: Mesh kicked out! Mesh kicked out!
Daniel Knight: I’m well aware of that.
Priceless smirks again. He doesn’t seem impressed by Mesh’s resiliency or anything. Priceless grabs her head and slams it on the mat as it bounces like a basketball! Priceless gets up and watches Mesh start to crawl away. He takes a few steps back, lunges and kicks Mesh right in the ribs! She’s heard screaming in pain. Priceless steps on Mesh’s ribs and proceeds to walk over her. He turns around and does it again. Mesh favors her ribs as she crawls away from Priceless. Like a predator, he stalks Mesh – walking slowly behind her as she crawls to the corner. She uses the ropes to help herself up and as soon as she’s up, Priceless nails her with stiff forearms to the back! As he goes for another forearm, Mesh follows up with a Pelé Kick!
Alecia Matthews: Priceless looks stunned! Now is Mesh’s chance!
Mesh strikes Priceless with vicious shots! Low kicks to the thigh! She bounces off the ropes and drops Priceless with a running forearm! She’s feeling it now! Priceless charges towards her but she moves out of the way, leading to Priceless running into the corner! Mesh rolls Priceless up from behind!
1!
2!
Priceless kicks out!
Daniel Knight: My boy is still in this!
Alecia Matthews: Your boy?
Like two bulls, they lunge at each other and finally, they lock up! They jockey for position with Priceless getting the advantage due to his height and strength. He grabs Mesh’s arm and wrenches it. She fights out of it and reverses the hold. She transitions the hold into a hammerlock but then Priceless gets out of the hold and traps her head with his arms in a side headlock. Mesh backs into the ropes as to maybe loosen the grip but doing so just makes Priceless apply the hold even tighter. Elbows to the midsection of Priceless and Mesh is free but again, Priceless has a hold of her hair and drops her down to the mat! He immediately goes to pick her up but using her legs, she brings him down with a headscissors takedown! Coming off the ropes, she nails Priceless in the face with a running dropkick. She does a quick dance for the rowdy Chicago crowd and starts hammering away at the downed Priceless. He shoves her back, but Mesh keeps coming! Priceless manages to grab her by the throat and he uses all of his force to throw her over the third rope and to the outside! Priceless immediately goes after her, stomping away at his opponent. He picks Mesh up and irish whips her into the barricades! He grabs her and irish whips her into the barricades on the opposite side! The referee starts his countdown.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Priceless takes Mesh’s head and slams it on the barricade repeatedly! She tries to get away but Priceless is able to stop her and rams her backfirst into the edge of the announce table.
Daniel Knight: Ha ha ha! You feel that, you blueberry?!
Alecia Matthews: You really don’t like Mesh, do you?
Daniel Knight: I can’t stand her and her…phoniness! I want her gone! Get her, Chris! Yeah!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
Mesh is crawling away but Priceless picks her up and irish whips her into the cold, steel ring steps! He rams her head onto the ring steps for just good measure too. Mesh is sprawled atop the steel ring steps where Priceless grabs her and hits a mean-looking neckbreaker on the floor! The referee orders Priceless to step back inside the ring. He does so and sits in the corner like he did earlier. Mesh isn’t moving so the referee continues his count!
11!
12!
13!
Mesh is starting to move, albeit slowly. She uses the ring steps to help herself up, but she’s too beat up. Daniel Knight is seen rising from his chair, awaiting the impending countout victory for Chris Priceless.
Daniel Knight: Stay down! Stay down!
14!
15!
16!
17!
Mesh grabs the bottom rope and using whatever strength she has left, pulls her body up on the apron.
18!
19!
With a sudden burst of energy, Mesh is able to get back inside the squared circle – barely breaking the count. Priceless smirks again as he gets up off the mat. He walks over to Mesh who’s still trying to get back up. He looks down at her, using his tights as leverage. Priceless seems to have gotten bored of just beating up on Mesh as he grabs her in a front facelock, signaling his finishing move – The Red Eve.
Daniel Knight: Prepare yourself, Matthews for the most devastating finishing move of all-time!
Alecia Matthews: I think Mesh is done so we might actually get to see it. She’s out!
Priceless goes for the deadly DDT but Mesh stops it and rams Priceless into the corner! Shoulder thrusts from Mesh. She backs off, does a dance for the crowd and runs towards her opponent, introducing her elbow to his face! With Priceless stunned, she runs off the ropes and brings him down with a running bulldog! Mesh starts to feel the groove! She waits for Priceless to get up and she follows up with stiff kicks to his massive chest! The crowd counts along!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
Mesh pops, locks and drops and goes for the last kick but Priceless grabs it! She bounces on one leg, trying to keep her balance as Priceless grabs her and rams her into the corner! He places her on top of the turnbuckle, going for a superplex but she kicks Priceless in the face! With her opponent groggy, Mesh dives but she’s caught in midair by Priceless and in one, fluid move immediately drops her with a Double A Spinebuster!
Daniel Knight: Ouch! That was beautiful!
Alecia Matthews: The strength advantage of Priceless comes into play once again.
Priceless hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Mesh kicks out but barely!
Daniel Knight: Goddamn it!
Alecia Matthews: Somehow, Mesh kicked out of that brutal looking spinebuster!
For the first time in the match, Priceless shows some emotion – annoyance. The spinebuster is one of his signature moves yet Mesh kicked out. Priceless gets up and casually walks over to the corner and waits – setting for The Pricecheck otherwise known as the superkick.
Daniel Knight: Here comes my favorite move. Ever.
Alecia Matthews: You’re…very invested in this match. Like, more than usual.
Daniel Knight: Priceless and I bonded during our interaction. I’m emotionally invested in this match.
Alecia Matthews: A bit too invested, I’d say.
Mesh starts to come to, Priceless gets anxious, ready to kick Mesh’s head far into the stands. She’s back up, Priceless lunges at her but she ducks! The referee’s life flashes before his eyes but luckily for him, Priceless stops himself before any damage can be done. Mesh suddenly rolls up Priceless!
1!
2!
Priceless kicks out!
The two wrestlers go back-and-forth; reversal after reversal. Mesh gets the upper hand but then control goes back to Priceless. Lots of chain wrestling from both competitors. Despite his strength, Mesh is able to keep up, using her size and speed to outmaneuver Priceless. High kick from Priceless but she ducks underneath. Running jumping clothesline from Mesh but he ducks underneath that!
Alecia Matthews: It’s like watching two polarizing forces clashing! Light against darkness!
They lock up again with Priceless grabbing Mesh from behind her waist. She reverses the hold, grabbing Priceless from behind his waist and the two go back-and-forth yet again! Trading blows but they both refuse to go down! The action is lightning fast, with Mesh beaming across the ring and Priceless using his sheer raw, strength. Mesh kicks Priceless in the gut, going for the Mushroom Stomp but he’s able to react at the last second and move out of the way! He goes for another clothesline, but Mesh does her Matrix-like counter. Thinking fast, Priceless kicks Mesh in the back!
Daniel Knight: YES! We can commence the slaughter once again!
Priceless picks Mesh up but she’s fighting back! Right hands to the face, throwing Priceless off guard! His hands are up but she’s connecting! Priceless shoves her back but she bounces back like a tennis ball. She manages to clothesline Priceless over the third rope, falling to the outside! With Priceless quickly reacting, Mesh runs the rope and flies! Suicide dive over the third rope but like a snake, he strikes with a superkick in mid-air! The loud smack from his boot connecting with her face echoes like a bullet from a gun! Mesh drops like a sack of potatoes!
Daniel Knight: Pricecheck! Pricecheck! Pricecheck!
Alecia Matthews: That looked nasty! This might be it here but I’m not counting Mesh out just yet.
Priceless smirks yet again once he realizes what he’s done. He grabs the unconscious Mesh by the hair and drags her back, rolling her in the ring. He hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Mesh kicks out but at the last, possible second!
Daniel Knight: HOW?!
Alecia Matthews: Mesh is one, tough cookie! I’m surprised literally nobody in the back has realized this.
Priceless is frustrated. He’s done everything he can to the fallen blueberry – yet, her stubbornness prevents her from giving up. He goes for the pin again!
1!
2!
Mesh kicks out!
And again.
1!
2!
Same result.
Alecia Matthews: Looks like Priceless is getting desperate.
Daniel Knight: No, he’s…calculating a new plan. That’s all. Just watch.
Priceless picks Mesh up and goes for a powerbomb, but she counters with a hurricanrana! He goes after Mesh, but she responds with a standing dropkick! Mesh leaps atop the turnbuckle and flies towards her opponent but again, he grabs her and in a one motion, slams her on the mat with a beautiful powerslam! He hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Mesh kicks out!
Priceless sits up, looking frustrated. He picks Mesh up, but she counters with a discus forearm! She follows up with a kick to the midsection. Priceless hunches over, Mesh bounces off the ropes, jumps up and comes down with a Mushroom Stomp! She climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, going for the 630 Splash. Mesh taunts for the crowd before jumping off, spinning forward in a picture-perfect moment! In a beautiful sequence, she lands atop Priceless, landing right on his chest! She immediately hooks the leg!
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Mesh!
The referee raises Mesh’s arm in victory as the crowd applauds her. She looks exhausted and is definitely going to be sore but that doesn’t stop her from smiling.
Daniel Knight: Goddamn it!
Alecia Matthews: The blueberry wins again! You okay there, Knight?
Daniel Knight: ………..
Mesh climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd until she makes eye contact with the flustered Daniel Knight. He is not happy right now. She smiles at him and makes an L with her hand, puts it on her forehead and points at Knight! The crowd pops! After months of Knight verbally berating Mesh, she’s had enough and tells him off the only way Mesh knows how. Knight nods his head, staring at her with a death glare.
Daniel Knight: I hate her.
Alecia Matthews: You’re literally the only person that does. You've been bad mouthing her since she debuted. You knew she was going to respond sometime, right? Why do you hate her so much?
Daniel Knight: Because she sucks. And she's fake. Sure, she somehow managed to beat the English gentleman, Hamilton K. Clarke and she got lucky against Needles but when it came to facing Frank Lynn – she lost, thus proving that she can’t hang with the big boys.
Alecia Matthews: Come on, you’re not coming around even a little bit yet, Daniel?
Daniel Knight: I’m not.
Alecia Matthews: Better hop aboard sooner rather than later. Mesh’s star is burning brighter than any rookie in recent memory, and tonight, Chris Priceless gets to join the growing ranks of the unrivaled talent in their own right that has yet to knock this train off its tracks.
Daniel Knight: ...you’re serious?
Alecia Matthews: Deadly.
Daniel Knight: ...she literally just lost to Frank Lynn at Breakout!
Alecia Matthews: Life’s more than wins and losses, Daniel.
Daniel Knight: It isn’t.
Alecia Matthews: Well, that would certainly explain you, but rather than find ourselves embroiled in the arduous task of analyzing your numerous defects, we’ve a show to run, and where the WFWF is known for its non-stop delivery of in-ring action, it’s time for us to...no, no it’s not. I’m being told we’re following a development out back...can we get some sort of feed on this?
Just beyond the curtain, Mesh arrives out back to a welcome scattering of applause following her victory over Chris Priceless. She smiles warmly, making a genuine show of humility over the reception she’s received when her eyes suddenly grow wide, and any sign of fatigue seems to wash away as she rushes past the backstage crowd, fully displaying now her signature, overly excitable demeanor.
Mesh: It’s...it’s really you!
Her eyes gaze downward as she comes within full proximity of the boy, having seemingly escaped the immeasurable heights of the arena rafters, now standing sentry beside one of the backstage monitors, pulling his attention away from the action within the arena only now when confronted by, in all likelihood, the first bit of starstruck fandom he’s ever encountered in his short little life.
Mesh: Holy...you...you slayed that dragon! That was so cool! Do...do you still have that sword?!
The boy just glares at her, uncertain how to react to someone so filled with joy at his mere presence.
Mesh: ...you’ve got the belt! Ohmygod, you’ve really got the belt!
He adjusts the belt, relatively massive against his diminutive frame, over his shoulder, partly having suddenly become re-cognizant of its presence, partly in a show of pulling it close, having suddenly felt the compelling need to protect it from any possible harm.
Mesh: Is...is he here? The champ, I mean. Is he...y’know...biding his time?
He only glares still, even as Mesh waits with bated breath, not yet fully aware that the boy has yet to demonstrate any propensity for carrying on conversation. Finally, after several moments of uncomfortable fidgeting, he glances up at her, still waiting for a response, looking deep within himself for something that might sate her exuberance.
Boy: …...no.
With that, he turns, scurrying away and disappearing into the bowels of the arena, leaving Mesh behind looking positively overwhelmed and exasperated.
Mesh:........that was so cool!!!!!
She smiles, slowly breaking into a fit of laughter, wrought with absolute glee, looking as if she could suddenly go another three rounds with Chris Priceless before making her own way off down the hall, riding a wave of total elation that buoys the speed and bounce of her steps as she disappears around the corner toward her locker room.
Alecia Matthews: Come on, you’re not coming around even a little bit yet, Daniel?
Daniel Knight: I’m not.
Alecia Matthews: Better hop aboard sooner rather than later. Mesh’s star is burning brighter than any rookie in recent memory, and tonight, Chris Priceless gets to join the growing ranks of the unrivaled talent in their own right that has yet to knock this train off its tracks.
Daniel Knight: ...you’re serious?
Alecia Matthews: Deadly.
Daniel Knight: ...she literally just lost to Frank Lynn at Breakout!
Alecia Matthews: Life’s more than wins and losses, Daniel.
Daniel Knight: It isn’t.
Alecia Matthews: Well, that would certainly explain you, but rather than find ourselves embroiled in the arduous task of analyzing your numerous defects, we’ve a show to run, and where the WFWF is known for its non-stop delivery of in-ring action, it’s time for us to...no, no it’s not. I’m being told we’re following a development out back...can we get some sort of feed on this?
Just beyond the curtain, Mesh arrives out back to a welcome scattering of applause following her victory over Chris Priceless. She smiles warmly, making a genuine show of humility over the reception she’s received when her eyes suddenly grow wide, and any sign of fatigue seems to wash away as she rushes past the backstage crowd, fully displaying now her signature, overly excitable demeanor.
Mesh: It’s...it’s really you!
Her eyes gaze downward as she comes within full proximity of the boy, having seemingly escaped the immeasurable heights of the arena rafters, now standing sentry beside one of the backstage monitors, pulling his attention away from the action within the arena only now when confronted by, in all likelihood, the first bit of starstruck fandom he’s ever encountered in his short little life.
Mesh: Holy...you...you slayed that dragon! That was so cool! Do...do you still have that sword?!
The boy just glares at her, uncertain how to react to someone so filled with joy at his mere presence.
Mesh: ...you’ve got the belt! Ohmygod, you’ve really got the belt!
He adjusts the belt, relatively massive against his diminutive frame, over his shoulder, partly having suddenly become re-cognizant of its presence, partly in a show of pulling it close, having suddenly felt the compelling need to protect it from any possible harm.
Mesh: Is...is he here? The champ, I mean. Is he...y’know...biding his time?
He only glares still, even as Mesh waits with bated breath, not yet fully aware that the boy has yet to demonstrate any propensity for carrying on conversation. Finally, after several moments of uncomfortable fidgeting, he glances up at her, still waiting for a response, looking deep within himself for something that might sate her exuberance.
Boy: …...no.
With that, he turns, scurrying away and disappearing into the bowels of the arena, leaving Mesh behind looking positively overwhelmed and exasperated.
Mesh:........that was so cool!!!!!
She smiles, slowly breaking into a fit of laughter, wrought with absolute glee, looking as if she could suddenly go another three rounds with Chris Priceless before making her own way off down the hall, riding a wave of total elation that buoys the speed and bounce of her steps as she disappears around the corner toward her locker room.