Post by Aloysius Marcus Vance IV on Dec 7, 2022 2:20:40 GMT -6
Episode #10: Malicious Manipulations
Live from the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Wednesday, December 7th, 2022 at 7pm
Gates open at 6pm
OPENING SEGMENT
Winter is Coming
The show opens up to “Danger Zone” by No Resolve feat. State of Mine and the HYBRID Nation is already pumped. Images are shown up on the HYBRID-Tron, detailing the two titles matches, with the Vanguard and Iron Heart Championships on the line as well as the Global Heavyweight Champion being in non-title action. A few moments later, “Danger Zone” cuts out only to be replaced by “Sharp-Dressed Man” by ZZ Top, heralding the arrival of the one and only Aloysius Marcus Vance IV!
Bernadette Olson: And the boss is gracing us with his presence! I hear he’s got some updates on what’s going down at Best Served Cold!
Jacob Frankel: Which is happening on January 4th, 2023, making it the first show of the new year! We already heard about his Seasons Beatings Match, a steel cage contest loaded with weapons and prizes for the participants!
Bernadette Olson: Definitely curious as to what he has in mind for the loot in that! But let’s see what else he has to say!
Handed a microphone by a stagehand, AMV twirls the stick once, twice, letting his theme fade out and listening to the roar of the fans before getting down to business!
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Well, now! I’d like to think that at least SOME of that ovation was for me!
The fans get loud again and AMV gives them a wink and a grin, knowing full well that these people are here for action. Holding up a hand for a bit of quiet, he lifts the stick again.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Don’t worry, ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between; I’m not out here to waste your time. Just thought you’d like more juicy details about our next pay-per-view, Best Served Cold! Such as how every championship will be on the line!
Jacob Frankel: That’s what I like to hear!
Bernadette Olson: And there’s plenty to go around, you know! I even heard a rumor that there might be another championship added to the list!
Title matches are always welcome, as the cheering fans can attest! AMV soaks up that reaction, then continues.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: As it stands now, The Lost have made a case that they’re worthy of a rematch and as such they will have a crack at the the Frontline’s Global Tag Team Championships!
Both teams are shown on the big screen, Lluvia and Jonna looking good with the GTC belts over their shoulders, Gio and Anton across from them with Noah Ortega in the background.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And, after a meeting of the minds, figuratively speaking, last week… it has been decided that whoever holds the Vanguard Championship by Best Served Cold will defend against Javier Mateo Duran!
Naturally just the former Runaway Train is shown on the screen, given that Damian Simmons has a title match tonight and at Vanguard #11! If you ask the fans, though, smart money is on the monster hanging on to the gold heading into the new year!
Jacob Frankel: Like anyone’s gonna lift that belt from Damian before the PPV!
Bernadette Olson: You never know, Jacob! But I tend to feel the same: that monster has been running through everyone lately!
Jacob Frankel: Maybe Cass Baumer will have an answer for him later on!
The Global Heavyweight and Iron Heart Championships are shown next, over the shoulders of their respective holders, Eddy Todd and Bianca Davis! Quite the mix of cheers and boos, respectively, for the two titans. AMV takes note of this, looking thoughtful before responding.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: There’s no overstating the skill and ability of Eddy Todd, ladies and gentlemen. There’s a reason he’s been such a dominant champion and the proof is in his undefeated record. It makes finding challengers for him rather difficult. And as for Bianca Davis, well-
The HYBRID Nation actually cuts AMV off with their disdain for Bianca… which straight-up amuses the boss-man! But he brushes that aside and returns to the matter at hand.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: She has a defense tonight against the returning Jessie Robinson-
A metric fuck-ton of cheers there!
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: -and something tells me that that fight isn’t gonna go the so-called Queen’s way!
He gives a little wink before stepping back.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: But that’s enough out of me! It’s time for some action with one of our newest signings making their debut!
Bernadette Olson: He’s referring, of course, to Aleki Kekoa, the Samoan God of War!
Jacob Frankel: I wonder what he meant about Bianca, though…
Bernadette Olson: Probably just wishful thinking. Like it or not, that woman tends to get her way.
Jacob Frankel: Ugh, don’t remind me!
AMV takes his leave and Zach Young heads down to the ring for the show’s opening match! But first…
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Not Exchanging Christmas Cards…
Backstage, the camera finds Nathaniel Dixon and Stephanie Kenyon both standing near the local promo area, each waiting to take their turn, Nathaniel’s dressed in his usual impeccably dapper fashion while Stephanie is wearing her ring gear and what can only be described as a heavy metal dirt bike warm-up jacket. Nathaniel looks at the crew members frantically trying to get everything set for him and can see and hear that things are not running as smoothly as they usually do, nor as he would personally have them. After being told it will only be a little while longer, he shakes his head, no longer making any effort to hide his contempt for how things are going or how his schedule is being interrupted.
Nathaniel Dixon: Typical…
He exhales heavily and surveys the chaos amongst them. In his mind, he’s absolutely certain he can make a better production, and the world needs to see him do it.
Nathaniel Dixon: The disrespect is simply annoying. My time is precious and my efforts are worth more than this drabble. Aren’t they supposed to be professionals?
Watching this go on, Stephanie crosses her arms and shakes her head in disgust.
Stephanie Kenyon: The only one showin’ any disrespect right now is you. Y’all’s Daddy should have taken you out behind the woodshed and taught you better than that.
A roll of his earth-colored eyes and his jaw clenches at the mention of his father. Taking a moment, Nathaniel slowly calms himself before turning to look at her, a bemused yet dismissive smile gently peaking through the clouds of his contempt.
Nathaniel Dixon: I’m sorry, Miss… Kenyon? Is that your rather sad attempt at being colorful? You do seem to have this nasty habit of interrupting your superiors and interjecting yourself in order to answer a question that was never put forth in the first place.
He waves his left hand at her, a gesture that’s even more dismissive than his smile.
Nathaniel Dixon: Run along to the children’s play area where you can attempt to injure yourself for others’ entertainment. The adults need to engage in actual serious business.
Stephanie Kenyon: I realize I’m half your age, but that don’t mean I’m some little kid that needs to be told to cut my own switch.
Clearly aware of the meaning, Nathaniel almost laughs.
Nathaniel Dixon: On the contrary, Miss Kenyon, you need to be taught a lesson that should have been taught long ago.
Stephanie nods slowly, clearly not buying what he’s selling.
Stephanie Kenyon: Is this when you tell me you’re the man for the job or are you gonna put it off on somebody else because you can’t be bothered to do it yourself? God knows that’s gotten you so far already…
She pauses to raise a hand to stop the response she knows has to be coming.
Stephanie Kenyon: And y’all can save the whole self-built bullshit, ain’t nobody buyin’ that based off of anything. Just cause you said it, don’t make it Gospel. You still come off like a spoiled rich kid playin’ with his daddy’s toys while…
Before she can finish the thought, Nathaniel seizes her arm in his right hand. His eyes are sharpened in his glare.
Nathaniel Dixon: That’s twice now, Miss Kenyon. The first time is a mistake. The second time is intentional. Do not invoke something you are incredibly ignorant of.
With a growl of warning, he releases her arm, his eyes still fixated on her.
Nathaniel Dixon: So please continue to be like the masses: Doubt my word and underestimate my skills. Honestly, it has been proven time and time again what happens when someone takes me lightly... I’ve defeated many opponents, including a former three-time World Champion. However, if you need a live demonstration, I will arrange it. Rest assured, your opinion, however irrelevant it may be, will change after that.
He dismisses himself without another word, making sure nothing on his person is damaged as he does so. This leaves Stephanie standing there, fuming.
Stephanie Kenyon: I guess we’ll see, won’t we?
MATCH ONE
Singles/One Fall
Aleki Kekoa vs. Jabali Desmond
DING! DING! DING!
Jabali finally throws him off, but the damage is done… and a jumping headbutt doesn’t help things. Aleki loads up a superman punch, then a second one, dropping Jabali to a knee. A charge gets Aleki goozled, but he headbutts his way out and rocks the bigger man with a kneelift to the chin. From there, it’s into My Kingdom Come (Guillotine Choke), putting Jabali out and getting Aleki a debut win.
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout… ALEKI KEKOA!
Not holding on past the bell, Aleki disengages and lets Jabali drop unceremoniously to the canvas. Referee Zach Young raises his hand, but the gesture seems only cursory on Aleki’s part. His work done, he bails from the ring and heads up the ramp.
Bernadette Olson: The Samoan God of War debuting in strong fashion tonight, Jacob. Everything I’ve heard about him is right on the money so far.
Jacob Frankel: Jabali did his best to give him a fight, but it wasn’t to be… at least not this time. Can’t wait to see more of what this guy is capable of.
Winner: Aleki Kekoa
Result: Knockout at 4:18 (My Kingdom Come)
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Walking Orders
Backstage, the HYBRID CSO, Trenton Mitchell, is holding court with his security squad. They were rough-looking when he hired them, and for that matter still are, but they’ve also shaped up well, creating a determined, effective crew. He’s giving them their instructions for the night, no doubt, with every man and woman listening intently…
Trenton Mitchell: ...absolutely no bullshit. The closer we get to the big show, the more likely some fuckwit is gonna try to jump the rails or sneak backstage. And when that happens, I want their asses out of here yesterday. I don’t care who they are, where they came from or who they know. This is HYBRID’s house. And if someone who works for us tries to give you shit about it? You tell them to come find me, got it?!
Security Force: Yes, sir!
Trenton Mitchell: Then move your asses!
Hustling off to their posts, the team scatters and Forge watches them going, nodding slightly. He’s about to head off himself when his phone rings, Fishing it out of his pocket, he glances at the screen, makes a face, then answers.
Trenton Mitchell: Yeah?
His stone face stays just that, only the slightest alteration to the motion of his eyes and the set to his jaw giving anything away. After several moments, Trenton responds… by hanging up the phone. His grip upon the device tightens to the point where it trembles between his fingers, threatening to crack were it not for the case protecting it, which in fact cracks itself!
Jacob Frankel: Ohhhh, shit.
Bernadette Olson: Yeah, definitely no bueno. What the hell was that call about?
Jacob Frankel: What, you think someone oughta ask him? He’d make their insides into outsides!
Staring at the cracked case, Trenton mutters something to himself and shoves it into his back pocket, right in time for one of his crew to come running up.
Security Team Member: Yo, boss! Big man wants ya! Didn’t say why!
Trenton Mitchell: Yeah… fine.
Turning on his heel, Trenton walks off, leaving the security member somewhat confused, but not so much so that he doesn’t hurry back to his post!
INTERVIEW SEGMENT
Hikaru’s Haven feat. Bianca Davis
Backstage at the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia, the captured visual of the Haven is absolutely stunning. It’s a stark contrast to the destruction on HYBRID rEvolution’s Fall of Man pay-per-view. There is a new painting of Sakura trees hanging on the wall opposite the door. There are four marble pillars in the corners of the room that hold up elegant Japanese vases. The Japanese cypress wood coffee table sits in the center with a lovely tea set on top. There are paintings of cherry blossoms on the delicate set. Closely around the table are a small cooler, a black leather recliner, and a matching black loveseat.
“Arigato, Misutā Fōji.”
The camera’s microphone picks up a familiar voice. The visual shifts to the doorway of this private room where Mrs. Hikaru Yamamoto-Page politely bows to Chief Security Officer Trenton Mitchell. The massive, muscled, tattooed figure gives her a calm nod, remaining alert for any shenanigans that might ruin her show this evening. Clearly, this is a matter that Forge feels he should handle himself… Though some would be intimidated by his stature, Hikaru smiles and makes her way into the Haven. She regards the camera with a polite bow.
Hikaru Page: Koni’chiwa, mi’naa. Good evening, everyone. At long last, welcome to Hikaru’s Haven on HYBRID rEvolution! Watashi no name Peiji Hikaru.
She takes a moment to revel in the midst of her introduction. A giggle escapes her.
Hikaru Page: A little over four years ago… I made my start as an interviewer for HYBRID Wrestling. The man who would become my husband, Tren-sama, hired me. While I started on the blue brand of Ascension, Hikaru’s Haven was also requested on the red brand of Unleashed. This company brings back memories both good and bad. Here we are, the tenth episode of Vanguard on the 7th of December, and this time…
Her right hand gestures to the doorway where Forge is standing by with his arms crossed. Cutely, Hikaru giggles at this.
Hikaru Page: ...the Haven is safe and sound. After tonight, there is one more episode of Vanguard before the next HYBRID pay-per-view, Best Served Cold. My guest tonight has been waiting… patiently for this interview. Please welcome Misu Bianka Deibisu!
Forge steps aside as Queen Bianca makes her presence known. She is, of course, accompanied by Simple Simon who carries her HYBRID Ironheart Championship over his left shoulder for her Majesty. Hikaru extends her right hand to Bianca, but the Queen ignores it and takes her seat. Simon is more than happy to shake the Hostess of the Haven’s hand, though she’s a little confused. Perhaps it’s because her guest and her best friend have such a strong resemblance. Once Simon sits down next to Bianca, Hikaru takes her seat on the recliner.
Hikaru Page: Thank you for joining me tonight. Would either of you like something to drink? Tonight, we have organic mint tea and Fiji water.
Bianca Davis: I’m good. Please focus your questions on me, Mrs. Page. Simon doesn’t need to say anything.
Simon motions the zipping of his lips and enthusiastically nods. Hikaru blinks before she nods and pours herself a cup of tea. Setting the teapot down on the coffee table, she then lifts the cup in her hands and looks at Bianca.
Hikaru Page: Hai. Miss Davis, this is the first time you have appeared on the Haven. Could you please tell us about yourself?
Bianca Davis: Oh, I was born into a life of privilege and luxury. My dad is a real estate mogul, my mom is a retired supermodel, and my uncle is a big-time movie producer. My family has lived in Southern California for ages. I am royalty to a T! I never wanted anything and yet I always got what I wanted. As I grew older, I started competing in beauty pageants, winning Miss Teen USA twice back-to-back! I did my hand at modeling like my mother wanted me to and got my reality TV show for some time afterward. But that wasn’t enough for me.
Hikaru Page: That… was not enough for you? Tell us, then: Why did you choose professional wrestling?
A confident smirk rises upon Bianca’s face as she crosses her legs.
Bianca Davis: Simply put, it's an avenue -- a place that I felt I needed to conquer. Look at my success. It speaks for itself; title after title has fallen into my lap. Since day one, the mongrels have tried to tell me I don’t belong, and yet here I am… Far more successful than they are! It’s not my fault you were all the freaks who sat alone in your childhood.
A frown surfaces on Hikaru’s face. Before she speaks, she takes a sip of her tea. This is probably for the best; she didn’t want to say anything out of line. With a sigh, she continues.
Hikaru Page: Your path to the Ironheart Championship was... unpleasant. Why did you take advantage of Risa-chan's injury the way you did? You should have checked on her…
Bianca Davis: Really? You and every other moron saw Risa try to blatantly end my career. If she’d been successful, who knows what would have happened? I doubt anyone would have ever checked on me. Their petty jealousy knows no bounds! So, you know what? I regret nothing. I did what anyone with half a brain would have done: Take advantage of a situation. Now, who is the Iron Heart Champion? Oh, right, Queen Bianca Davis!
What a petty laugh that follows. Haughty and arrogant. With a huff, Hikaru shakes her head and takes another sip of her tea.
Hikaru Page: Who would you like to step up to challenge you for your Ironheart Championship?
Bianca Davis: Hmph. So far, no one has really impressed me. I’m the one true Ironheart of HYBRID. I’ve yet to find anyone who I believe is actually worthy of facing me. Still, the Ironheart Challenge is right there! If someone wants to step up to the Queen, they better not miss.
Funnily enough, Simon gestures with finger guns. Pow, pow! Hikaru just sighs.
Hikaru Page: How do you feel about your fellow champions?
Bianca Davis: Damian Simons and the Vanguard title. Hmm… Oh, yes, he’s a large, strong, and muscular guy with a lot of power behind him, but let me break this down. In the end, brains always triumph over brawn.
So then, the Front Line beat the annoying emo kids? That’s fine and dandy, but let's be honest. If the Princess and I wanted, we could be Tag Team Champions right now. Easy as pie.
Last but not least, the Beggar King himself. Yes, he's undefeated. He's beaten everyone in front of him, but he should know I can cash in my lovely championship for his gold… and when I do? Well, everyone will have no choice but to hail their Queen as Global Champion.
That is a possibility and the Lotus Blossom knows it. Quietly, she takes another sip of her tea and sets the cup down on the coffee table.
Hikaru Page: Miss Bianca, I am going to share with you a list of names. Here is a list of names. Tell us your thoughts on them. Let me begin with… Stephanie Kenyon.
Bianca Davis: Annoying. This little girl is always trying to get into my business on Twitter. NEXT!
Hikaru Page: Natural Resources.
Bianca Davis: Another team that, if the Royal Couple wanted those tag team titles, would be in trouble.
Hikaru Page: The Bisque Dolls.
Bianca Davis: Ugh! They make my skin crawl. Like, what hole did they crawl out from under?! They freak me the hell out!
Hikaru Page: Robert Marino.
Bianca Davis: I’ve beaten one of his manager's clients before. Robert and I haven’t faced each other in a match, but if he ever came for the Queen? I would show him what I have shown everyone else -- that I am just one step above.
Hikaru Page: Blake Mason.
Bianca Davis: Oh, I like his style. We could honestly get along. He might be worthy of my number…
Hikaru Page: A-ano… Samantha Tolson.
Bianca Davis: Hmph. This woman follows me around like an insipid little stalker. It’s beyond pathetic. She's had my number before, but it’s funny… As the years go by, I end up being far more successful. It's as if people always pay more money to see me!
Hikaru Page: Duke Andrews.
Bianca Davis: He’s the boyfriend of one of my best friends and, excluding yours truly, the best option to be the face of the company. It’s as simple as that.
Hikaru Page: Cordelia Clark.
Bianca Davis: Hmm. My best friend dealt with her back in SCU. She actually lost to this woman. But I’ll say this. Jersey is a rathole, and if you step up to the Queen, I will send you back crying.
Hikaru Page: Nathaniel Dixon.
Bianca Davis: You know, he’s someone who may actually be a worthy challenger for my Ironheart Championship. However, the same warning applies to him as it does to everyone else. “You better not miss.” Beyond that, from what I can see, he’s a very refined gentleman.
Hikaru Page: The Queens of Chaos.
Bianca Davis: Hah! I’m not surprised to see people like Mikaela Callaway, Jessie Robinson, and Risa Jackson join up. They’ve simply proven they are nothing but mere followers. That’s the major difference between us. I am a natural leader.
There’s a moment to simply breathe. Hikaru lifts her cup of tea and finishes the rest of the hot beverage.
Hikaru Page: Do you have any final thoughts?
The Queen almost laughs.
Bianca Davis: As I have proven… Hybrid rEvolution is my castle, and as its Queen, I will reign for a very long time. Whether you all like me or not, I am here to stay. My star is only getting brighter, and if you stand in my way, you will bend the knee.
Without waiting for Hikaru, Bianca rises from the loveseat -- Simon right after her -- and flips her hair. The two of them make their way out of the Haven, Forge stepping aside and glaring at them as they go. He turns toward the Kyoto native who sighs and shakes her head. She sets her teacup down and faces the camera.
Hikaru Page: Well… thank you very much for joining us, mi’naa. Please enjoy the rest of Vanguard!
MATCH TWO
Singles/One Fall
Darcy Graves vs. Lluvia Cane w/Jonna Austin
DING! DING! DING!
Darcy seems to be in a mood, wrenching out of a lock-up and immediately going to the body, battering Lluvia with fists to the midsection and forearm shots to the jaw. This goes on till she’s backed into the ropes, whereupon Lluvia grabs the arm and wrenches Darcy down to the mat, dropping a few knees on the outstretched limb before trying to maneuver the fighter into a seated Fujiwara armbar. Darcy makes the ropes, throwing a kick from the mat at Lluvia as she breaks clean! This gets a few stomps to the chest on Darcy from Lluvia, who has to be backed up directly by Kara Tarantino so that Darcy can get to her feet. A thumb to the eye from behind the referee gives Graves the advantage back, and more than irritates Jonna Austin on the outside! Darcy points out their outburst and then takes over on Lluvia, hitting Waking the Dead (Running High Knee) for a two-count.
She puts Lluvia in an overhead key lock to slow things down but Cane fights her way up, countering out and knocking Graves on her ass with a clothesline. Ciaran shouts support from the outside as Lluvia builds momentum, nailing a leg drop bulldog and taking Darcy over with a la magistral for a two-count of her own. She goes for a DDT but Darcy shoves her away, rolling out of the ring. She gets in Jonna’s face once there, trying to draw her into doing something, but Jonna stands her ground, letting Lluvia get back into the mix and hurl Darcy back into the ring! Graves is up first, hitting a running basement dropkick as Lluvia is on the apron, knocking her right back to the floor! Darcy is backed up by Kara, much to Ciaran’s chagrin, while Jonna helps her partner up. Lluvia makes it back into the ring, grabbed by the hair and snapped to the mat! Darcy goes for a cocky pin but Cane’s having none of it. Back on her feet, Lluvia elbows her way out of Darcy’s grip, hitting Jonna’s G2 (Stunner) for a close near-fall!
Darcy comes back with a spinning back kick, then a snapping kick to the chest that straightens Lluvia back up! A spin kick is ducked, but Darcy blocks a German suplex attempt. The second sends her over, but she lands on her feet, going for the Grave Keeper (Bridged German Suplex) for a near-fall! A powerbomb follows, putting Lluvia on her back and allowing Darcy to set up for the One Last Trip (Hellevator)! Lluvia fights her way out, shoving Darcy into the buckles. She lines up for a running knee but Darcy ducks aside, trying for a second Grave Keeper. Lluvia elbows her away and hits a beautiful Sliced Bread #2 for a dangerously-close two-count! But Darcy counters out of a suplex attempt right into the Grave Vice Cross (Anaconda Cross Lock) for the tap and the win!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: Your winner via submission… DARCY GRAVES!
Graves wants to hold on, but Jonna rolling into the ring is enough to make her disengage, joining her father and manager on the outside, arms raised! Lluvia is frustrated by the result but Jonna talks her down from continuing the fight, handing her partner half of the tag titles.
Bernadette Olson: Darcy definitely showed up with her work boots on tonight. And with that match against Mikaela coming up at Best Served Cold, that’s a good thing.
Jacob Frankel: You can’t underestimate momentum. The question is, can Mikaela get the win herself tonight?
Bernadette Olson: That talented young lady? I wouldn’t put it past her.
Winner: Darcy Graves
Result: Submission at 10:02 (Grave Vice Cross)
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Can’t Keep Her Down
The cameras move backstage to find Dennis Folsom standing in front of the locker room door of HYBRID Global Heavyweight Champion, Eddy Thorn as he addresses the camera.
Dennis Folsom Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for joining us here tonight for HYBRID Vanguard. I’m Dennis Folsom and if I’m able to, I’m looking to get a quick word with Mikaela Callaway before her match in a few moments so…here goes!
Dennis knocks on the door. A moment passes before it opens and the man gives a little wave at whoever’s standing inside. He steps back, allowing room as the exact person he was hoping to see steps out of the door and in front of the camera, already in her ring gear.
Dennis Folsom Hi, Mikaela! I hope I’m not disturbing you and the champ.
Mikaela Callaway: Huh? Oh, no no. No, it’s fine. Eddy’s getting warmed up for his match. Did you need to talk to him?
Dennis Folsom I might later in the night, but right now I actually came to talk to you. You’ve got a match in a few minutes against one Stephanie Kenyon. I know you said on Twitter that you’ve been silent for awhile. What’s been going through your head as a competitor going into this match?
Mikaela nods and takes a breath.
Mikaela Callaway: I’ve just been doubling down on my training. After the incident with Eddy and Duke Andrews…and of course his bitch manager Tiffany Lynn Page…I realized I still have a lot to learn and to prove myself to the veterans here. Trust, Dennis, a moment like that will never happen again. I will not leave my man hanging when he needs someone at his side. Starting tonight, I prove my worth as a professional wrestler against a member of not only The Kingdom but the Kenyon family.
She pauses to address the camera directly, now.
Mikaela Callaway: Stephanie, I have nothing ill to say about you. We’re both new to this business. The only difference is you come from not one but two legacies that have established themselves as formidable wrestlers in the ring. I’m humble enough to admit that may give you an advantage over me. Maybe you have more frequent training than I do. Maybe your executions are cleaner, crisper than mine. I won’t say my drive to succeed is greater than yours, because I’m sure yours is up there but trust me, mine’s pretty damn high. So tonight? May the best girl win. I’ll shake your hand before and after the bells, girl.
Dennis Folsom nods, glad to have gotten some solid words from the young athlete.
Dennis Folsom Well said, Mikaela. I’ll let you go here in a minute but is there anything else you wanted to say before you head out to the ring?
Mikaela taps her chin and shrugs her shoulders.
Mikaela Callaway: I mean…best of luck to Cordelia Clark? All due respect, you might need it. Eddy ain’t me. He knows exactly what he’s doing in that ring and he carries the evidence around with him everytime he walks out onto that stage. Uhhhh…
She lifts her eyes upwards, squinting as she thinks for a second before the light bulb goes on in her head.
Mikaela Callaway: Oh! As always: fuck Bianca Davis. I hope Jessie kicks your teeth down your throat. You’ve got money coming out of your ears, so I’m sure you can afford some diamond dentures. Let’s see, oh! Welcome to the family, Nakita Niles! New Queen of Chaos. Risa, honey, I hope you get better and make it back sooner than later. Jessie, beat that fake Queen’s ass when you see here and ummm…well…shoutout to the Queen of the Queens: hey Jessi, watch this shit!
She throws the metal horns, sticking her tongue out as she dips off screen, making her way to the ring. Dennis Folsom looks to the camera and shrugs.
Dennis Folsom Mikaela Callaway, folks!
Cut away.
MATCH THREE
Singles/One Fall
Mikaela Callaway vs. Stephanie Kenyon
DING! DING! DING!
The two young ladies lock up quickly, but Stephanie has the power advantage, bullying Mikaela back into the buckles. She breaks clean but Mikaela lunges out and lands right in a Japanese arm drag, bringing her hard to the mat. Stephanie follows with a hiptoss but the second one is blocked and Mikaela flips out of her opponent’s grip with a hand on the ropes. A leaping enzuigiri drops Stephanie to a knee briefly and Mikaela goes for a schoolgirl, getting a quick two-count out of it. With a pop of her hips, Mikaela is able to get Stephanie over with a belly-to-belly, but her springboard leg drop is avoided and Stephanie kips up to her feet, blasting Mikaela in the midsection with a kick, following with a short-range Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch! (Brogue Kick) for a two-count of her own! Mikaela comes up woozy and Stephanie hits a belly-to-belly of her own, overhead-style, tossing Callaway halfway across the ring!
Stephanie wants a German, but Stephanie is able to counter into a modified victory roll for two. The women exchange roll-ups and counters, going through a good half-dozen pin attempts before Stephanie threatens a Kiss-Off (Superkick), making Mikaela instinctually put on the brakes. Kenyon finds this amusing and that sets Mikaela off; she fights out of another waistlock with a decidedly stiff elbow to the jaw, following with an uppercut and a somersault dropkick, getting a long two out of the latter. Stephanie comes up holding her jaw but ducks a leg lariat attempt from Mikaela, grabbing her about the waist again and hoisting her up, but not for a suplex. Instead, she charges the buckles, driving Mikaela chest-first into them, then sitting her on the top rope, facing away from the fans. Getting behind and beneath her opponent, Stepanine tries to set up a splash mountain bomb, but Mikaela is able to hook a foot around the top rope and block it… so Stephanie turns it into a Tower of London-style neckbreaker! Only a hand on the ropes keeps Callaway from going down in the follow-up pin attempt!
Stephanie keeps the pressure up, hitting a reverse DDT and the River Leg Drop, getting another near-fall. Callaway refuses to go down, managing to drop Kenyon with a stun gun across the top rope, followed by a slingshot hurricanrana. She goes up top for the 450, but finds herself off-balance after that neckbreaker… just long enough for Stephanie to join her in the high-rent district! At this point, Nathaniel Dixon comes sauntering down the ramp, looking on smugly with his arms folded across his chest! Stephanie sees him and gets a disgusted look on her face, but keeps her focus, throwing punches and elbows to Mikaela, trying to shut down her upstart challenger. Mikaela fights back, though, and the two women teeter dangerously on the top strand. Referee Butch Ward warns Nathaniel about interfering but Dixon shows his palms, saying he’s only there to watch. Mikaela, sliding through the legs of Stephanie, hits the Cheeky Nandos kick and is able to powerbomb Stephanie off the top for a VERY long two! Brought to her feet, Stephanie strikes on instinct, nailing Mikaela with the Kiss-Off! Callaway falls into the ropes, rebounding to the mat, and it’s at that point that Dixon gets up on the apron! Stephanie takes a swipe at him but Dixon drops down, smirking and wagging his finger at Stephanie! Ward is again warning Dixon about getting involved just as Mikaela rolls Stephanie up again in desperation! The referee makes the count, not seeing that, through the ropes, Nathaniel has a hold of Stephanie’s leg, keeping her from breaking out!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: And your winner… MIKAELA CALLAWAY!
Stephanie busts out of the pin as soon as she can, looking around for Dixon, who’s already heading back up the ramp looking highly amused! Mikaela, not knowing what happened, is rather happy with her win… though when she gets a look at the replay, her expression turns sour. She might have said something to Stephanie, but the woman’s already out of the ring and pursuing Dixon to the back!
Bernadette Olson: Not how Mikaela wanted to win that, but it’s a victory nonetheless!
Jacob Frankel: Getting the duke over Stephanie is something to be happy about, though I understand why she’s displeased about how it happened!
Bernadette Olson: Dixon better hope that Kenyon doesn’t get her mitts on him!
Winner: Mikaela Callaway
Result: Pinfall at 12:26 (Roll-Up)
MATCH FOUR
Triple Threat/One Fall
Gogo vs. Chi Chi Sanada vs. Cathryn Sallow
DING! DING! DING!
With their respective seconds outside the ring, the three women circle one another between the ropes. It seems, though, that Chi Chi and Gogo are more focused on Cathryn than they are on one another, something that isn’t lost on the Bisque Doll. They both lunge for her but Cathryn quickly rolls from the ring with a smile, waggling her finger at her adversaries. Gogo yells at her from the ring, or as close to yelling as she ever gets, while Chi Chi considers for just a moment before trying to roll Gogo up for a pin! Gogo is out at one, but the attempt is enough to make her question Chi Chi’s actions! There’s no remorse from Chi Chi, who reminds Gogo that it’s every woman for themselves! Gogo shrugs and locks up with Chi Chi, going back and forth until Gogo is able to whip Chi Chi into the ropes. Cathryn pulls the ropes down at that moment, sending Chi Chi tumbling to the outside where she and her sister put the boots to the Broke Chick! Rain and Jane are having none of that, though, and the brawl is on! Gogo, not wanting to feel left out, hits a beautiful no-hands somersault plancha, wiping out the pile as the fans go wild!
Charlie Grace somehow manages to stay out of the chaos, but Chi Chi nearly goes after her before Kathryn attacks from behind! The melee is on and after a minute or two of trying to restore order, Referee Zach Young throws Kathryn, Rain AND Jane out of ringside! The protests are vehement but the young official puts his foot down while Gogo, behind his back, is sent hard into the steel steps by Charie and Cathryn! Chi Chi attacks the Bisque Doll from behind and rolls her into the ring to mete out more punishment, but after a hard whip into the corner, Cathryn evades a running knee and grabs Chi Chi by her ring gear, yanking her into the buckles! She topples backwards and Cathryn goes for the pin! Young rolls back in just in time to make the count, but stops when he sees Cathryn’s foot on the ropes! She shrugs this off and lays in kicks and stomps to Chi Chi before Gogo come sailing in with a springboard body press, rolling right into a pin for a quick two!
Cathryn kicks out, though, and hits a stiff European uppercut that has Gogo clutching her chin. She ducks a clothesline, though, and swings up into a crucifix, pinning Cathryn for another two! Chi Chi is back up at this point, hitting a backstabber on Cathryn and a spinning headscissors on Gogo, sending the young lady out of the ring so Chi Chi can stalk her tormentor! Cathryn gets up, favoring her back, but before Chi Chi can go in for the kill, Charlie Grace gets up on the apron! Zach Young warns her down but Charlie’s having none of that, verbally threatening Chi Chi! She approaches the Dolls’ manager but Cathryn moves in for a schoolgirl! Charlie being on the apron keeps Zach from counting, but Gogo yanks her off the apron and shoves her down, freeing up the referee to make the count… only for Cathryn to kick out at two! Gogo slides into the ring, lining up a shot on Cathryn as she waits for Chi Chi to get vertical… only for the Bisque Doll to see her coming! Gogo’s running step-up enzuigiri clocks Chi Chi instead and Cathryn sends Gogo into the ringpost between the buckles before dumping her out of the ring! Chi Chi gets Cathryn up on her shoulders, though, and it looks like the end… but Cathryn turns it into a victory roll and sits down on Chi Chi with both legs hooked, getting the three-count before Gogo can break up the pin again!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: And the winner of the match… CATHRYN SALLOW!
Gogo lunges for Cathryn, but she escapes with the help of Charlie Grace, backing up the ramp with a sinister grin as Chi Chi gets to her feet, frustrated and angry at the situation! She almost unloads on Gogo, but Rain and Jane quickly return to soothe things over before a blow-up can happen!
Bernadette Olson: You just can’t turn your backs on the Bisque Dolls for even a moment!
Jacob Frankel: They’re too crafty! They played both sides against one another, snuck in a win and got away unscathed!
Bernadette Olson: Unfortunately, now the Broke Chicks and Natural Resources are gonna be even more determined to bring them down!
Jacob Frankel: Unfortunately for them, not us!
Winner: Cathryn Sallow
Result: Pinfall at 9:11 (Victory Roll)
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The Smile of Your Lord
“Was that really necessary…?”
The source of concern is from someone new to HYBRID rEvolution. He, too, is a British gentleman and he actually resembles Nathaniel Dixon. Speaking of, they’re actually inside of the Intellectual Evolution’s locker room.
Nathaniel Dixon: Absolutely. Miss Kenyon was treading on matters she’s blatantly ignorant of. I decided to punish her for it.
A smile crosses Nathaniel’s face. As friendly as it seems, there’s a devious nature to him. This time, he’s dressed in his ring attire, ready to take on Iida Matsuda.
Nathaniel Dixon: Family matters stay with the family, Maximilian. You know this.
The younger of the Dixon Brothers nods slowly.
Maximilian Dixon: I’m well aware, Nathaniel. Still, I don’t believe there was a need to interfere in her match.
This draws a chuckle from Nathaniel’s parted lips.
Nathaniel Dixon: This is a lesson to be taught. Miss Kenyon has a choice. She can either learn the easy way… or the hard way. Judging by our interactions, it’s clear she will make things more difficult for herself.
Maximilian Dixon: Nathaniel… if you further engage with Miss Kenyon, you will once again draw the ire of the Kingdom.
He tells of his older brother’s encounter-- albeit brief-- with Morgan Payne. The blatant interference in her battle to save one of her wives, Lilith Meadows. Nathaniel shrugs.
Nathaniel Dixon: They’re far too busy with their own personal matters. However, if they decide to leave the safety of their Castle and pursue me, I will be more than ready to take them on. I’d love nothing more than to break them one by one.
Snap, snap, snap go the bones…
A cruel smirk forms on his lips. There’s a bone-chilling coldness in his aura. Even his younger brother takes a step back with a shiver. Nathaniel shakes his head and pulls down on his gloves.
Nathaniel Dixon: But I digress. It’s time for action. I’ve heard nothing from Iida Matsuda-san. Truly disappointing. Perhaps she favors silence… but regardless of her reputation as a submission specialist, I don’t believe she’s prepared for my arsenal. One of us is going to tap out. Let’s see who gives up.
He playfully winks at the nearby camera before making his way out of the locker room and in the direction of the ring. Sighing, Maximilian waves off the cameraman and closes the door. There’s a soft click of a lock and the camera’s perspective changes.
MATCH FIVE
Singles/One Fall
Nathaniel Dixon vs. Ilda Matsuda
DING! DING! DING!
From the moment the bell rings, Nathaniel Dixon and Iida Matsuda compete like this is a submission match. Eighty percent of their moves focus on holds. This is expected of the Supreme of Submission, but the Intellectual Evolution is well versed in MMA.
It begins with a back-and-forth exchange of stiff shots and vicious blows. They don’t hold back from the get-go. Nathaniel is the first to gain advantage of the match with “Uncharismatic” (Mafia Kick)! However, he doesn’t go for the pin attempt. Instead, he forces Iida into a precarious position known as “Horror & Bliss” (Triangle Armlock)! Iida is gritting her teeth and hissing in pain, but she refuses to give up. She reaches the bottom rope after several excruciating seconds.
Dixon releases Matsuda before the “five!” and smiles. He takes command of the match and primarily focuses on Matsuda’s right arm, taking off and catching her with a flying cross armbar. Still, Matsuda won’t give up and she’s able to break away. Even with a lariat takedown transitioning into an STS, Matsuda won’t give Dixon the satisfaction of tapping out. He’s still content to take the lead and keep wearing her down. There comes a time, however, when Dixon attempts to ground her, but Matsuda blasts him with “Last Call” (Buckshot Lariat)! Dixon hits the mat with a resounding thud. Now it’s Matsuda’s turn to unleash hell, ensnaring him in her “Snake Bite” (Rear Naked Choke)!
The referee checks on Nathaniel, but he’s just as stubborn as Iida is, refusing to tap out. Gritting his teeth, he uses his physical strength to roll them towards the ropes and he grabs the bottom rope. Using his strategy, Iida lets him go before the “five!” She focuses on his head and neck, pulling him into a crossface chickenwing in the center of the ring. Even before the referee checks on him, Nathaniel shakes his head and begins to drag them towards the ropes. After several seconds, he reaches out and places his right boot on the bottom rope. Iida holds on as long as she can before the end of the five-count. She taunts Nathaniel, seizes his right leg, and pulls him away from the ropes. While Iida attempts to lock in “Samaamiru” (Calf Killer), Nathaniel rolls his way out of it. They both rise to their feet, turn towards each other, and BAM!
At the same time Matsuda hits “Dead From Above” (Shining Wizard), Dixon hits “Blood in the Darkness” (Shining Wizard)!! Both of them crash and fall onto the mat with loud THUDS. The fans are absolutely loving this, chanting for the submission specialists. Of course, the majority of the crowd favors Matsuda. The referee checks on both competitors before they begin an official ten-count. Matsuda and Dixon begin to stir with life and move in opposite directions, using the ropes to pull themselves up slowly. There’s a chain of attempted submission holds; the sleeper hold, the Fujiwara armbar, the sharpshooter, and the ankle lock. Nothing sticks. Matsuda connects with knife-edge chops, looking to weaken Dixon. However, when she tries to lock him into the “Endless Dream” (Dragon Sleeper), Dixon not only breaks away, he forces her into “So Very Sinful” (Pentagram Choke)! It’s one hell of a fight, a refusal to surrender, but Matsuda reaches the extremities of her limits and taps out!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… “Your Lord of Charisma” NATHANIELLL DIXON!
Bernadette Olson: Jesus, take the wheel. That was one hell of a match!
Jacob Frankel: I’ll say! Iida Matsuda gave it her best effort, but Nathaniel Dixon edges her out in the end.
Even after the bell, when “Breathe Into Me” plays from the PA system, Nathaniel has not released Iida. The referee’s quick to try to pry him off, yelling at him to let Iida go, but he won’t budge! The fans boo Nathaniel, watching helplessly as Iida begins to fade.
Bernadette Olson: Come on, Dixon! That’s enough! Matsuda’s about to pass out!
Jacob Frankel: I can’t believe this -- oh, thank God! Help is on the way!
There’s a clear transition into cheers as Stephanie Kenyon and Chief Security Officer Trenton Mitchell rush down the ramp! Seeing Wildcat and Forge from the corner of his eye, Nathaniel finally releases Iida and makes a tactical retreat. Stephanie and Trenton enter the ring, Stephanie shouting at Nathaniel while he smiles and waves. Trenton and the referee check on Iida who’s barely conscious. Nathaniel takes a bow, his theme continues to resonate within the arena, and he disappears into the crowd.
Winner: Nathaniel Dixon
Result: Submission at 12:25 (So Very Sinful)
Result: Submission at 12:25 (So Very Sinful)
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Prizes Galore!
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Now, they’re just ideas for now; you know some people are gonna want the typical stuff. But not everyone’s about gold, so I’m trying to throw in some spicy options. What do you think?
Back in AMV’s office, Trenton Mitchell is there with him, looking over what’s apparently some ideas the boss-man has. Chances are it has to do with the Seasons Beatings Match. Forge looks over the options, somewhat dispassionately, and puts his hands in his pockets.
Trenton Mitchell: Would it shock you to know I care more about the weapons and how the cage is built?
AMV laughs hard at that one, leaning back in his chair with his arms spread out for a moment.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Not even a little!
When Trenton doesn’t share his mirth, AMV lets it drop and carries on.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Seriously, though… that’s a badass ride, isn’t it?
Trenton Mitchell: I could make it better.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: See, now THAT’S a good idea! Soup that thing up, really make it worth going for! None of the other stuff is triggering anything in ya? Nothin’ at all?
Forge is more or less just staring blankly at the info laid out on Vance’s desk, just out of sight of the camera (because of course it is). AMV finally simmers down and leans forward a bit.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Alright, man… what’s eatin’ you? You’re not even talking shit and telling me how crazy I am for ideas like this. Hell’s going on? Should I be expecting a check for my retainer here soon?
Trenton Mitchell: Yeah, maybe.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Christ… I thought everything was on the up-and-up! Who fucked up?!
Trenton Mitchell: ...I did.
And that’s enough to take some of the wind out of AMV’s sails. Both men are silent for several moments before AMV picks up the phone and makes a call. It rings a few times before someone answers and it’s a different man who speaks when they do.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Tabitha, I need you to pull the sealed files and have them ready for me to look over Friday morning. Yes, we might have to postpone our plans this weekend. I know we’ve been putting it together for months! Don’t be that-
But Trenton grabs the phone, putting it to his ear.
Trenton Mitchell: Y’all still get your trip. Just get the shit ready.
He turns to stare at AMV, sitting there incredulously.
Trenton Mitchell: It can wait till next fucking week. Don’t do this shit.
Before AMV can grab the phone and argue, though, Trenton hangs it up. And that, as they say, is that.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: If you say so…
The scene cuts away in a hurry.
MATCH SIX
Vanguard Championship Match
Singles/One Fall
Cass Baumer vs. Damian Simmons (C)
DING! DING! DING!
The last time Damian Simmons and Cass Baumer were in the ring together, it was in the triple threat match for the Vanguard Championship at Fall of Man. Katie Anderson was the champion at the time. This time, Damian’s the champion, and they’re facing each other one-on-one. This may be a double-edged sword for Cass. On one hand, she can solely focus on Damian. There’s no worry of another opponent in the ring. On the other hand, she’s all alone with the Colossus. At 7’2”, he’s easily towering over her.
When the bell rings, Cass is pulling out all the stops. She’s trying her best to keep her speed up, going for a hit-and-run strategy. Rights and lefts. Dodge! Lefts and rights. Side-step! Quick jabs and stiff kicks. Evade! It seems to be working for a time, but Damian hasn’t even staggered. Every time he tries to grab her, Cass is able to get out of his reach. Quickly, Cass runs at him and catches him with “Bleeding Edge” (Instep Drive Penalty Kick)! To her shock, Damian staggers but stays on his feet! Cass backpedals to gain some momentum, but as she charges forward, Damian catches her and drives her onto the mat with “Royal Flush” (Thrust Spinebuster)!
Outside of the ring, Katie Simmons is laughing it up. She watches her husband cover Baumer’s prone form and hook the leg, but Baumer is able to kick out at two! This draws a slight growl from her, but she rallies behind her husband. Damian takes control of the match, using his great power to weaken Baumer. Clotheslines, powerslams, and suplexes. Yet somehow, Baumer’s able to kick out of every pin attempt. This does nothing to discourage Damian, however, and he continues to take advantage of the situation. In one moment, Damian launches Baumer with an Irish whip and looks to potentially decapitate her with a discus clothesline, but she ducks under his arm. Bouncing off the ropes, Baumer manages to catch Damian off guard with “State of the Art” (Spear Dropped into Side Slam)!
Katie can’t believe her eyes. The ring shakes with Cass’s efforts! Finally, Damian’s on the mat, but when Cass goes to cover him, he powers out at two and throws her off! This draws a laugh from Katie’s parted lips. Gritting her teeth, Cass tries to take the fight to Damian with old school boxer hits, body blows, and she tries to ensnare him within her “Tangled Web” (Schoolgirl Pin-into-Schoolgirl Grapevine Leglock)! Despite her efforts, Damian breaks away with ease and drops her with “Hellfire” (Chokeslam) onto his knee! Cass sputters and coughs, a momentary loss of air, before Damian hauls her to her feet. His wife smiles on the outside and she runs her thumb across her own throat, a gesture Damian follows. He levels Cass with one, two, THREE repeats of “Skyfall” (JBL Bomb) and pins her down, scoring the three-count!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… AND STILL the HYBRID rEvolution Vanguard Champion, DAMIAAAN “COLOSSUS” SIMMONS!
Jacob Frankel: Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Damian Simmons is a BEAST!
Bernadette Olson: A Colossus, but yeah. Cass Baumer tried her best! It just wasn’t enough.
“Colossus” by Avatar plays from the PA system. There’s a mixture of boos and cheers from the fans, though there’s certainly fear from the majority of them. Katie Simmons reclaims the Vanguard Championship from the ringside official and enters the ring to celebrate with her husband. The referee checks on Cass and she’s carefully rolled out of the ring. Damian lets out a ROAR of pure intimidation. Can anyone stop him?!
Winner: Damian Simmons (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall at 10:01 (Skyfall)
Result: Pinfall at 10:01 (Skyfall)
MAIN EVENT ONE
Iron Heart Championship Match
Jessie Robinson vs. Bianca Davis (C)
Bianca and her entourage await within the ring as Jessie makes her way down the ramp, with the self-proclaimed Queen of HYBRID looking rather nervous, clutching the Iron Heart Championship over her shoulder. Honey looks ready for a fight herself and even Simple Simon seems agitated more so than nervous. Jessie enters the ring to an amazing ovation, almost bringing the young person to tears. But as referee Kara Tarantino is about to ring the bell, Bianca demands a microphone!
Jacob Frankel: Oh, what’s THIS now?! More insults?!
She snatches it out of the hands of Spirit Montego and brings it up, fully ignoring the hate from the pro-Jessie crowd!
Queen Bianca Davis: NO! You SHUT your MOUTHS! I am done with this! I am NOT defending my title against that… that… THING over there! They haven’t done anything to earn a shot at me! It’s all you bleeding heart fools filling the so-called boss’s head with nonsense, making him think they can even be worthy of breathing my AIR, much LESS sharing a ring with me!
The fans aren’t having this nonsense, and even Kara Tarantino is looking fed up with the interruption! Bianca, though, just smirks devilishly, taking the title off her shoulder and holding it up while Jessie looks on, itching for a fight!
Queen Bianca Davis: One way or another, you peons are going to learn that this place only exists because of me! The sun rises and sets on my existence here in HYBRID! Jessie is NOT getting a title match against me tonight! And why? Because I’m cashing this in for a shot at Eddy Todd’s Global Heavyweight Championship at Best Served Cold! What do you think of THAT?!
The hatred is almost palpable now, with the fans both angry and confused! Jessie, concerned themselves, tries to ask what’s going on, but the referee has no answer for them!
Jacob Frankel: Wait, can she even DO that?!
Bernadette Olson: I mean, you can relinquish the title for a shot at the Global Heavyweight Title, sure… but her timing is pretty suspect my opinion!
Bianca is just soaking up the angst, tossing the belt to the referee and laughing.
Queen Bianca Davis: Not only am I more beautiful than any of you, but I’m smarter, too! So sorry, Jessie, but tonight just isn’t your night!
As the Queen and her entourage go to leave, with a frustrated Jessie and agitated fans looking on, Aloysius Marcus Vance IV walks out onto the stage, sans music. The only thing there to get everyone’s attention is his purposely slow clap.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Gotta give you credit, Bianca… that’s a swerve worthy of me. I come from a family of lawyers and lawmakers and I have to say that that little move was very inspired! You put one over on not only your opponent, but the fans and even our Global Heavyweight Champion! Not many could pull that off in one fell swoop! So bravo!
He claps a bit more firmly this time and Bianca, smirking, takes a rather haughty bow.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Here’s the problem, though: you’re good… but not as good as you think. You might have shut Jessie here out of a title shot, but they still have a match coming. And that match is against you, title or no!
Jacob Frankel: Now that I can get behind!
Bernadette Olson: Bianca is apoplectic! And the fans love it! So does Jessie!
Jessie is most definitely happy with this, though obviously a title match would have been nicer! Bianca, however, isn’t having it! She demands that Honey and Simon clear a path for her to leave, but the path of least resistance is up the ramp… and as they head that direction, a very severe Trenton Mitchell comes out to stand at the side of AMV, who puts on a more serious tone.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Maybe I didn’t speak clearly enough: this match is NOT negotiable, Bianca. You’re going to wrestle tonight. And while your match against Eddy Todd at Best Served Cold is assured? If you choose not to fight Jessie Robinson, or if you lose to them? They’ll be entering that title match, too! You might call yourself a queen, but around here, emperors overrule queens!
To the surprise of many, Trenton takes the microphone, stepping in front of the boss man.
Trenton Mitchell: So get your narrow ass in that ring, little girl, or I’ll put you there personally.
Looking utterly affronted, Bianca demands that Simon do something about the “greasy lummox” blocking her escape! Simon, looking slack-jawed at his employer, tries to chest up to Forge, who stares at him like someone would a pile of refuse on the sole of their shoe! Simon throws a weak forearm at Forge’s chest, leading to the big man knocking him clean out with a headbutt! Honey Rydel is the next to get in Forge’s grill but rather than hitting her he grabs her by the belt loops and carries her backstage, along with the limp Simon draped over his shoulder, leaving Bianca alone and fuming.
Bernadette Olson: And good-bye to her entourage! Bianca thought she pulled a fast one on us tonight, but AMV shut that down quick, fast and in a hurry!
Jacob Frankel: Finally someone puts her in her place! It looks like Jessie’s rather eager to get this under way, too!
Jessie Robinson has been patient enough, though! They go outside the ring, grab the Queen by the hair and gear and hurl them into the ring where Kara Tarantino rings the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Bianca immediately scrambles for the other side of the ring, trying to escape beneath the ropes, but Jessie grabs her by the ankle and yanks her back in, getting kicked in the chest for their efforts! Bianca, seething, goes at the returning Jessie, trying to rake their eyes with manicured nails, but Jessie stops them short with a trio of chops across the chest, almost taking the former champion’s breath away! Bianca leans between the ropes to force a break when Jessie keeps the pressure on but that only makes the Queen Bean more creative! They slide out of the ring beneath the bottom rope and snatch Bianca by the ankle, dropping her throat-first on the ropes before she hits the apron and lands on the floor. Jessie brings her up and tries to whip her into the barricade but Bianca reverses… only for Jessie to leap to the top of the barricade and sail backwards with a moonsault, planting Davis! The count gets up to five and Jessie sends Bianca back into the ring with the Queen begging off! Jessie isn’t swayed and keeps pursuing, but Bianca distracts the official and throws a desperation kick between the legs of Robinson, stalling their comeback harshly!
Back on her feet, Bianca gets serious and lowers a few hard elbows to the back of Jessie’s neck, threatening to make them like “their worthless friend Super Tiger” before hitting a nasty-looking swinging neckbreaker and getting a two-count! Bianca follows up with a DDT and a knee to the back of Jessie’s neck, trying to make good on that threat but only managing another two-count! Jessie throws off her grip upon getting back to their feet, countering out of a German suplex attempt with a back elbow before hitting a sit-out jawbreaker on the Queen, leaving her clutching her chin and shrieking fury and agony! A tornado kick and a standing moonsault gets Jessie a near-fall, but they’re dropped face-first on the top turnbuckle in response before Bianca rakes their face against the ropes harshly, even going so far as to blatantly rake the back and yank Jessie to the mat by the hair! Kara threatens to throw the match out but Bianca starts to beg off, only to get pulled into a roll-up that nearly results in a three! A punt kick to the chest of Jessie shuts down their comeback again and Bianca goes for a few more pin attempts before deciding that she needs to put Robinson away properly!
Bianca backs off several steps, shouting insults and threats while lining up Jessie for the Coronation (Shining Wizard)! She gives more time than is necessary and winds up, charging right at Jessie… who hoists Bianca up and chucks her with a jackknife powerbomb! Bianca lands hard on her head and shoulders, knocked loopy from the unexpected impact while Jessie tries to regain their footing! With both down, the fans are trying to pump Jessie up while Bianca’s anger is keeping her going! She charges Jessie, shoving them into the corner and throwing a few shoulders to the midsection before nailing a few hard slaps and a blatant choke, screaming that Jessie will not get one over on her! Jessie fires back with a fist right to the nose, backing Bianca off, and then grabbing said appendage and twisting it painfully! Bianca tries to wrench free of the grip and eventually does, but her charge ends with a back body drop into the ropes! Bianca lands painfully and Jessie heads up to the top, setting up for the Fist Bump (Shooting Star Elbow Drop)! Bianca rolls away, though, and shakes the ropes to upset Jessie’s perch! Robinson jumps off the buckles and lands in a roll, coming up to their feet! Bianca charges and takes a hard back kick to the midsection! Jessie leaps to the ropes, grabs the head, and spikes Bianca with Together Forever (Tornado DDT), getting the one-two-three!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: The winner of the match, now added to the Global Heavyweight Championship Match at Best Served Cold… JESSIE ROBINSON!
Jessie almost can’t believe it themselves, but they have their arm raised as Bianca rolls from the ring, trying to process what just happened!
Bernadette Olson: There’s your feel-good moment, folks! Jessie Robinson makes their return to the ring and not only gets their first win but now they have a shot at the Global Heavyweight Championship!
Jacob Frankel: I’m too sure that Bianca is gonna rage about this and try to ruin things, but for now, Jessie gets their moment!
Winner: Jessie Robinson
Result: Pinfall at 11:08 (Together Forever)
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The Difference Between Real and Pretend
We cut backstage to show Eddy Todd. He is sitting on a folding chair with the HYBRID Global Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. He is leaning back, relaxed. Dressed and ready for his upcoming match tonight.
Eddy Todd: So, Bianca, you tried to chickenshit your way out of defending against Jessi only to have to face me. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Instead of defending your title, and possibly retaining it, you dropped it and challenged me. Now you won’t have any kind of championship. Only the embarrassment of losing to an old man. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to shattering your dreams. But I am not a liar. So prepare yourself, Bianca. Do everything you think can increase your chances. Then remember, when you have nothing, that it was all your fault.
Eddy just shakes his head and scoffs.
Eddy Todd: But tonight I have to face off against Cordelia Clark. You got yourself some momentum on the last Vanguard. Well done kid. But I have to say, getting a pin on Sam Tolson isn’t exactly a whole lot of momentum. I am going to apologize now. I’m not really a mean guy, unless I have to be. But your momentum stops tonight, kiddo.
Eddy straightens up slightly. He adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.
Eddy Todd: You got some talent kid, I will give you that. But I got more. I don’t plan on gettin beat anytime soon. That’s bad for you. But I will promise you this. You go out there and give it your all against me in the main event, and your future will be full and bright. But tonight just won’t be your night.
Eddy pauses for a moment.
Eddy Todd: I’ve been on a tear since I signed with HYBRID and they opened. There have been some close calls. I’ve had my share of idiots and less intelligent people try and tear me down using their own stupidity. It’s been a crazy six months. Stepped back into the ring, got me a great girl, got me a major title. I also got all that comes with that. The naysayers and disgruntled wrestlers.
Eddy shakes his head again.
Eddy Todd: The funny thing about them though. They talk all their shit about me. How I’m old, I don’t deserve this title. That they are leaps and bounds better than me. They talk and talk and talk. But that’s all they have. They talk and never back it up. They say I don’t deserve this title yet they don’t take it from me. They say I’m old but are too scared to step into the ring with this ‘old man.” Keep running your mouths. Keep talking your shit. All it does is fuel me. It makes my drive that much stronger. It solidifies the reign of the Beggar King.
Eddy stands up and adjusts the title again.
Eddy Todd: Long Live the Beggar King..
He smirks and nods. Then he heads out of his locker room and towards the ring.
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Real as They Come
Cordelia Clark is sitting backstage as the camera comes on her and her aura is a lot more positive than it would’ve been a while back. Still, she’s deep in thought. She’s definitely aware of the task at hand and she also knows that it’s not going to be easy. But still, even with that knowledge, there isn’t a trace of fear on her face whatsoever. Cordelia gathers her thoughts before she begins to express them.
Cordelia Clark:I’m not going to lie… when I went into that four way, I wasn’t doing that great confidence wise. I mean, the match prior to that, I hate to admit, I was ashamed. It’s nothing against Stephanie Kenyon or anything at all, but you NEVER want to be someone’s first ever win in this business and the fact that I was on the wrong end of that? Yeah, that DID crush my confidence… for a while anyway. Was I worried for a while after the fact that it was all I was going to be known for here? Sure. I admit that. But you know what they say in this business, you can’t let one particular match outcome define your journey. I have seen it for myself how one loss affects someone so bad that they are never the same again. I saw it within my own family when a certain someone I won’t mention by name was still suffering psychologically from a loss that she went through in 2015, in 2018. I wasn’t going to allow myself to take three years or more to get over one loss. Sure, the odds in the four way weren’t great being the youngest and least experienced competitor of the four I was going up against.
I know Duke Andrews is a big name, goes without saying. Aiden Morrow is a top champion in another company. Tolson of course, I know from 5BW and I know her reputation across wrestling for better or for worse. And then me… someone who has been a singles champion before, including a world champion in her own right… and yet, in a company that closed shop earlier this year… 23 going on 24… having gone through quite a bit this year. What business did I have winning that match Hell, what business did I have being in that match at all? You can argue that someone better than me should’ve been in that spot… at least until I WON the match…
Cordelia takes a pause as she thinks about winning the four way. Certainly, this brought a smile to her face for a few seconds.
Cordelia Clark:So whatever confidence I had lost from the Stephanie Kenyon match, I got it back and THEN some winning the four way. I really proved myself to so many people out there, there’s no denying that. But more than anything, I proved myself to… well… ME! That’s one of those matches that I can definitely take with me as a positive building block for the future… and one that would give me more confidence than I would have any right to have going up against Eddy Todd… the Global Heavyweight Champion himself. Nobody’s been able to solve him, I get that. But main event against someone with a hell of a history in this business to say the least… talk about a hell of a lot of pressure, right?
For most, yeah.
But for me? Maybe just a little…
Listen Eddy, I know you’re going to come in here and you’re going to brag and you’re going to talk and you’re going to puff your chest and talk about how you’re a dominant champion. I get that. You have every right to do that. You are the Global Heavyweight Champion after all. But don’t you dare think that you get to walk in here and act like this is going to be an easy victory. You’ve got a hell of a lot of experience… so much experience that you started wrestling before I was even born no less… and you may have proven without a shadow of a doubt that you can still go… but I’m not to be counted out. I’m not to be overlooked. It doesn’t matter to me that I’m still just 24 with so much room to grow, I can still beat you and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. After winning that four way, I know that I’m not afraid of you. You’re going to do your best to put me down, but I’m going to bring a bigger fight out of you than you expect. So by all means, put me through all the hell that you can.
Because you’re not making an example out of me…
And one way or another, I’m going to prove that the four way wasn’t a one hit wonder or a fluke…
Cordelia maintains her determination as she makes her exit.
MAIN EVENT TWO
Non-Title
Singles/One Fall
Cordelia Clark vs. Eddy Todd
DING! DING! DING!
The two shake hands briefly before squaring off, with Cordelia immediately playing hard-to-get with the larger, stronger, more experienced Eddy. She manages to stay out of reach for a time, attacking the legs and ribs with kicks and forearm shots, but Eddy eventually gets hold of her and chucks her into the turnbuckles. She evades a charge but Eddy likewise stops himself and a waistlock earns Clark a hard elbow to the temple. A high-angle hiptoss sends her way into the air and down hard. Eddy immediately puts on a chinlock, his knee grinding into the young star’s back, trying to take some of the air out of her. Cordelia fights her way out and hits some elbows to break the champion’s grip, but an Irish whip is quickly reversed, necessitating a low slide to avoid a boot to the jaw. Cordelia hits the ropes as she rises, springboarding into a crossbody only for Eddy to catch her and counter with a swinging side slam for a two-count.
Clark rolls away, creating some distance, and Eddy allows this. A respectful nod is given and Cordelia regains her feet, moving to lock up with Eddy. It’s a feint, though, as Clark goes for the right arm and tries to twist the champion into an armbar. Eddy breaks out and gets that hand around Clark’s throat, but she twists out upon being lifted and is able to bring Todd down to the mat with a modified Fujiwara armbar. Cordelia puts on all the pressure she can muster but Eddy inexorably rises and starts to twist out. Cordelia switches her focus, bringing him down again with a drop toe hold and switches to a kneebar instead. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Eddy can’t help but allow a grin at his opponent’s tenacity. He gets to his feet, or one foot, actually, with Clark still hanging on. Grabbing her by the throat again, Cordelia lets go to throw off his hand but walks right into an over-the-shoulder powerslam from the champion, who pins for a two-count.
Another chinlock goes on, this time grinding Cordelia down into the mat, but she does not give up when prompted. She handstands her way out of the hold, showing considerable agility, and nails a basement dropkick on Eddy, striking true enough for a two-count. Cordelia tries to lock in the Sound of Silence (Figure-Four Necklock) but Eddy powers out, forcing her to go for the right arm again. He swings around, almost taking her head off… but again Cordelia switches tacks, going for the right leg again! Only now does frustration start to show in Eddy, if only as a side-effect of Clark’s pure tenacity. She tries for an ankle lock but Eddy kicks her away, sending her into the ropes. She rebounds with a football kick to the chest, sending Eddy down on his back! He sits up slowly and Cordelia hits another, placing Eddy in a chinlock of her own to turn the tables! She wrenches hard, too, putting all her weight into it, but still Eddy keeps fighting his way up! Soon she’s hanging off his back, leading to a backpack stunner that Clark only escapes from before the three by putting a foot on the ropes!
Up on his knees, Eddy nods slowly, even applauding a little for the young lady. He picks her up for a suplex, but Clark turns it into an inside cradle for two! She’s clearly desperate and close to fighting on fumes, but Cordelia refuses to give Eddy an easy time of it! She manages a nice dragon screw leg whip, bringing down the champ and causing him some pain! A Busaiku knee to the face of a seated Eddy nearly gets her a three-count after, but Eddy grabs the bottom rope! It’s right back to the leg afterward, with Cordelia wanting a grapevine ankle lock, but Eddy puts a stop to that after several seconds, using the ropes to pull himself up and blasting Clark with a surprise enzuigiri! Not expecting that level of agility from the big man, Clark is immediately back on defense, and a pair of clotheslines followed by a big boot don’t help matters. Cordelia is put up on the top rope and Eddy moves in to put her away! She fires a few elbows to the top of the head but still finds herself perched high for Take The Throne (Electric Chair Sit-Out Facebuster)! But Clark twists on top of Eddy, getting her legs wrapped around his neck and bringing him to the mat… right into the Sound of Silence! Eddy is mid-ring, nowhere near the ropes, but fights to pull himself closer. Cordelia clamps down with all she has, trying to take the air and fight alike from Eddy, but after several grueling inches, he gets a hand on the ropes!
Clark’s frustration starts to show but she fights it back down, deciding to go for Educated (Spinning Double Knee) instead to finish the champion! She gets a running start and takes to the air… but gets speared to the mat! Eddy lands hard, too, and Butch Ward has to start a ten-count! Eddy is up by seven, but Clark is up by six, ready to take another shot! This time, Eddy is able to sidestep Educated, grabbing Clark almost out of the air and heaving her with a release German suplex! Coming dangerously close to a harsh landing off the move, Cordelia bounces up but a moment too swiftly; Eddy’s right there to hit Kingdom Come (Flatliner) for the one-two-three!
DING! DING! DING!
Spirit Montego: And your winner… the HYBRID Global Heavyweight Champion… EDDY TODD!
The champ has been in a war and holds the title a bit tighter when it’s handed over post-match despite it not being on the line. Cordelia starts to get up herself, but Eddy is up first. He offers her a hand up but she makes it up on her own, only then shaking his hand and giving him the ring. A hard loss, but one she could be proud of as the fans cheer their approval of both champion and Cordelia!
Bernadette Olson: Eddy proving why he’s the only undefeated star in HYBRID right now, and the champion, too!
Jacob Frankel: I thought Cordelia was gonna make lightning strike twice tonight, but let it be known that Eddy only got that win due to experience!
Bernadette Olson: You’re not hating on the champ, are you?!
Jacob Frankel: Nah, I’m just saying that it wasn’t size or speed or anything like that for Eddy; it was brains!
Winner: Eddy Todd
Result: Pinfall at 19:16 (Kingdom Come)
RINGSIDE SEGMENT
The Ultimate Ultimatum
Duke Andrews sat in the front row of the crowd, the mixed reaction was partially because of his pompous attitude not jiving with the crowd, but the cheers for the fact he was just sitting with them.
His hat was pulled down over his eyes as he was looking rather comfortable.
*tap* *tap* *tap*
”Ahem!”
The next sound heard was the classic busssssschhhh sound as he popped the top on an ice cold can of Busch Light before looking up and towards the ring.
Duke Andrews: I’d offer you one, but I don’t waste my beer on shit ass people.
This drew a little more of a cheer from the crowd, unsure of who is the face and who is the heel in this budding rivalry between Duke and Eddy.
Duke Andrews: Corey, you can go. This is between the adults in the room.”
Duke let his feet fall from the barricade as he let out an old man groan as he stood from the seat. Handing his can of beer to one of the kids in the seat next to him. You can hear him say “hold this” as he slips over the barricade before he snagged the can back. Taking his hat off and placing it on the kids head before turning around. Holding the microphone in the same hand as his beer as he looked up at an annoyed Eddy Todd in the ring.
Duke Andrews: You made me sit through that snooze fest, the least you can do is hear me out.
He stepped up the steps and into the ring as Eddy dropped the title, expecting a fight. Much to the dismay of the Epitome of Perfection, he had half stepped into the ring holding his hands up.
Duke Andrews: I ain’t here to whoop your ass boy, so take a deep breath and listen. Understand that this situation has gone on just a little too long. Quite frankly, it’s boring the fuck out of me.
He had finally stepped fully into the ring as he leaned against the ropes, taking a sip from his can before raising the microphone to his lips.
Duke Andrews: To be fair, a little heads up if you wanna know if I want to fight, just peep the shoes, boy. These cost more than what you’ll earn all year, you aren’t worthy of me ruining the genuine gator on your old ass. But what I’m here for, is an ultimatum. One that I’m sure that you’re probably sure you’d have gotten by now.
Eddy was still on edge, more from annoyance that Duke was yet again crashing his celebration in the ring.
Duke Andrews: Edward, you’ve eluded me for far too long. Let me just say that you’re welcome for as calm as I have been over these past couple of months. You have my property and it’s time that it fucking comes back to me! That title is mine, and you know that when you do have to face me that I’m taking it and that scares you. You’ll lose the little teeny, tiny ounce of respect you have from the boys in the back. You’ll lose that aura of whatever your gimmick is with these people sitting in the seats. You’ll lose out on the merch when people hop online. I get it, I’ve been in your shoes before. I understand the thoughts that run through your brain at night. Hell, if I was you, Edward, I’d be scared shitless of having to get in the ring one on one with the greatest wrestler that HYBRID has ever seen.
The words that came from Duke's lips were soft and to the point. They might be altered, but it is what Duke believes. He raised the can to his lips, pinky extended as he finished the beer off before tossing the can out of the ring.
Duke Andrews: Every person understands that I’ve been on my best behavior and that I’ve been patient long enough. I told Sam what she needed to do in order to show she was the best. And she couldn’t do it. Which led to the clusterfuck that we had last time. Now I have no issues with Cordy and what she did and how snuck out with the greatest win of her career. What I have an issue with, is the fact that I haven’t gotten my shot. And that’s going to change. That changes now, Ed. So here’s your ultimatum.
Duke walked closer to Eddy, who still wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Half tempted to attack the other half ready to be on defense.
Duke Andrews: You and me are going to get in the ring with that title on the line. You are the only fucking roadblock. So just tell me you are ready to act like a man and put it on the line, or understand that from this moment on, I’m going to make your life a living hell. And if you want to go in the vault and see how that happens, go back to the last rendition of this company and see what I did when I lost my property the first time. What I did to the terminator, the rock star, and the piece of trash that owned the company. The choice is yours Ed. Make the right call.
Duke held his hand out with the microphone in it and dropped it in Eddy’s face as “Waking Lions” by Pop Evil began to play. Duke dropped down and rolled out of the ring. Backing up the ramp as he tapped on his left wrist, his index finger on the glass of his Rolex telling Eddy that his time was up. HYBRID Vanguard fades out on Duke heading up the ramp and Eddy in the ring, staring him down.
