[ Kavinsky’s “ProtoVision” fills the arena, the chants of “WE ARE VAN-GUARD! *clap clap clap clap clap* WE ARE VAN-GUARD! *clap clap clap clap clap*” dominating over the song as the camera pans over the Los Angeles crowd, all of which are in their seats and excited for the nights festivities. Mark Stephens’ voice fills our ears before the camera transitions to the commentary station. ]
Mark Stephens: We are in the calm before the storm tonight, as last week we found out that the first of soon-to-be many VANGUARD Pro Championships will be on the line in the form of the Bellatrix Championship. Hello everyone, I am Mark Stephens and joining me at the desk in the one and only, master of the count, Chet Kensington. In two weeks time, Chet, we’re going to find out the inaugural champion of our female roster. I have only one question for you; are you as excited as I am for that match?
Chet Kensington: You’re goddamn right I am. These three women have stolen the show both our last shows and there is no better way to reward their performances than making them duke it out for the gold. Raena Ripley. Azurine Vebbins. And Stacy DeVille. They will be in the ring later tonight to give their thoughts on their upcoming match, and of course, the unveiling of the championship belt itself. I can’t wait to see the prize they’re fighting for.
Mark Stephens: We have that and oh so much more going on tonight. We have many new faces joining the VANGUARD Pro ranks tonight looking to make a star-making first impression. We have some returning faces looking to state their claims to the eventual championship for the men’s side of the spectrum. And, probably the most drastic change to the VANGUARD landscape, Chet, we have some Tag Teams making their first impact in that very ring. You know how much I like my tag team action, Chet. I am excited.
Chet Kensington: I have goosebumps, but I am getting sick of waiting for the action, and I am sure everyone in the arena tonight and the many watching at home are too. Let’s get down to the ring and get straight to tonight's opening contest. Rhett Sweeney, do the honors!
[ We head to the ring where Rhett Sweeney is standing in the center, the fans chanting loudly as “Protovision” begins to fade in the background. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Rhett Sweeney: With a 10-minute time limit!
[ “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top plays over the P.A. System as Shane walks out on the stage, popping the collar of his black jacket while looking out at the fans with a huge grin on his face. Toothpick in his teeth and shades over his eyes, Holiday makes his way down the ramp slapping hands with the fans in attendance as he does so. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing first! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 230 pounds! The California Catch King! SHAAAAANEEEEE!!! HOOOLIIIDAAAAAY!!!
Mark Stephens: If you’re at all familiar with the phrase “It’s not bragging if you can back it up”, you don’t have to look much further for an example than with Shane Holiday. Brash, confident but in the ring, there is plenty in his arsenal to back that stride in his step up. Young, Outspoken, and a star on the rise in VANGUARD Pro.
Chet Kensington: You know my philosophy, Mark, carry yourself like you’re the best around and you’re pretty much on the path to being the best. When I see this guy, I see all the potential in the world to make it to the top. He is only 3 months into his wrestling career, but the scouts have stated he is a talent to keep an eye on. He has the look, he has the skill, he has the charisma, all he needs is the results. Tonight, he looks to put that first win of potentially many on his resume.
[ Holiday hops up on the apron by his knee, then hoists himself up to a standing position. Holiday enters through the middle rope, taking an opportunity to playfully taunt to each section of the audience as he awaits his opponent. ]
[ “Ore wa Tokoton Tomaranai!!” by Hironobu Kageyama hits as the spandex-clad MARVELOUS★RED emerges from behind the curtain, going through a catalogue of heroic poses before making his way down the rampway, slapping hands as he goes around to the other side of the ring. ]
Rhett Sweeney: And his opponent! From... another universe, weighing in tonight at 210 pounds! HE IS THE SENTAI WARRIOR! MAAAAARVEEEEELOOOOOUS!!! REEEEEED!!!
Chet Kensington: What, the absolute fuck, did I just hear and see? Another universe?! What the hell is that?!
Mark Stephens: Well this is uh, Marvelous Red, stylized with a star in the middle. Not much is really known about this guys origin, some say he’s a disgraced Japanese wrestler hiding behind the mask, others say he’s pretending to be Japanese to start a career over as this character. Some do believe that he is in fact from another universe.
Chet Kensington: … Okay. I accepted on Chapter 1 someone believed to be infused with a dragons spirit. I believed that someone BELIEVED that was the case. I could reason that VANGUARD would allow a woman with anger and mental issues to compete in a ring with a medical professional giving her constant surveillance. But I am drawing the line. How can you expect me to believe this man in a spandex suit and a strange mask to be from another planet!?
Mark Stephens: Actually, he’s from another universe.
Chet Kensington: …
[ MARVELOUS★RED climbs to the top rope, posing on the corner as the crowd get behind the overly-animated gestures of RED before he climbs into the ring, removing the cape from his shoulders. Shane Holiday isn’t too sure what to make of the man standing across the ring from him as official Howie Dewitt checks both men for hidden objects. Declaring both clean, he stands in the center of the ring and calls for the bell. ]
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
Feeling each other out with a lockup to begin the contest, Holiday quickly asserts dominance in the chain wrestling department by wringing the arm of MARVELOUS★RED. Mouthing off to the allegedly interdimensional being, Holiday is taken off guard as MARVELOUS★RED flows through with a forward roll and kip-up, taking Holidays arm and placing a hand on the back of his head as he rolls them both onto the canvas with a parallel snapmare, hooking one of his legs around Shane’s arm and rolling over into a sunset flip-like cradle!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TW--!
Shane kicks out of the pin attempt relatively quickly, taken by surprise by the chain wrestling prowess of his opponent as he sits up, all the while MARVELOUS★RED begins to perform Power Ranger style poses to the enjoyment of the fans and to the confusion of his opponent. Perhaps Shane took the Sentai Warrior a little too lightly.
He doesn’t make that same mistake twice as he immediately shoots for the leg after another lockup attempt, RED holding him around the waist to prevent going to the canvas. Holiday changes tactic and performs a drop toe hold to make RED fall forward to the canvas, running off the ropes as he gets up to a knee for a dropkick, only for his leg to be swept out from under him, bumping onto his back as RED goes for a lateral press, only for Shane to power him off before Howie can even make a cover attempt. Holiday charges again as RED gets to a knee, RED swipes at the leg but this time Shane saw it coming and punts a penalty kick into the chest of RED instead. Holiday keeps on the attack with a vicious looking sliding forearm to the kneeling REDs jaw, going for a cover with the leg hooked!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO--!
The Red Ace kicks out at two. The Los Angeles Adonis starts to feel his confidence building as he keeps on RED, pulling him up and raising him into the air with a stalling vertical suplex, impressively holding him up for 25 seconds according to the fans count, falling into a lackadaisical lateral cover, a flex of his arm as the count is being made.
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! T--!!
Perhaps too confident too soon as RED kicks out at two! Shane gets a little more serious as he pulls RED up, firing some forearms into his jaw followed by a discus elbow to the head, knocking the Sentai Warrior through a loop as Holiday runs off the ropes and rolls forward for a Koppu Kick! But no one is on the receiving end of it as RED moves out of the way, Holiday landing on his back and left wide open as MARVELOUS★RED jumps up and delivers a high Senton into Shane's chest! The Marvelous Bomber living to its namesake as Holiday sits up in pain as the wind is knocked out of him! A quick cover is made, leg hooked.
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! --
Holiday isn’t out of this one yet, though he isn’t kicking out with as much authority has he did before. RED waits for him, performing poses as Shane Holiday gets up to his knees, only to be met with swift kick pad to his chest, followed by another, and another! RED lighting up Holidays chest with a series of kicks, looking for a big one into the side of Holiday's head! But Holiday ducks it, RED stumbles momentarily, enough to have Holiday’s arms wrapped around his waist, hoisting him up for a German Suplex! RED breaks the grip with an axe handle to the arms, delivering a back elbow into the side of Shane’s head before running off the ropes! Only to be met with a Bicycle Kick by Shane! RED is groggy, Holiday in control as he picks up momentum now! RED comes to just in time to catch Shane and shift his momentum up and over his head with a release Belly-to-Belly suplex! RED kips back up to his feet as the crowd start getting behind him, RED starting a clap from the crowd as he ascends to the top rope! Holiday finds his way to his feet, and is immediately driven back down as the force of RED’s missile dropkick sends him falling back towards the corner from the center of the ring!
RED looks to be in control as he waits for Shane Holiday to get back to his feet, raising a fist in the air for the crowd to see before charging at his opponent and swinging with the superman punch -- the dragon fist! BUT HOLIDAY CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR WITH A WIND-UP ELBOW STRIKE RIGHT TO HIS JAW! CALIFORNIA DREAMING! That might be it for the Red Ace, because Shane Holiday drags his near-unconscious body to the center of the ring, trapping the arm as he applies a crossface -- a move he calls the Baywatch Blues! Try as he might, MARVELOUS★RED can’t fight off the submission hold for long, being forced to submit despite the valiant effort!
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
[ “Sharp Dressed Man” begins to play as Shane Holiday gets to his feet, Howie Dewitt raising his hand. ]
Rhett Sweeney: The winner of this match by Submission, SHAAAAANEEEE!!! HOOOOOLIIIIIDAAAAAAY!!!
Mark Stephens: What an exciting first contest of the evening! A back and forth blitz between the two debutants of VANGUARD Pro that could have gone either way. Shane didn’t originally know how to go about his opponent, perhaps expecting very little from him, but had to change his attitude real quick when MARVELOUS★RED was starting to get the upper hand.
Chet Kensington: Yeah, have to give the spandex wearing weirdo his due, proved he isn’t just a novelty act in those ropes. Ultimately though, Shane Holiday proved that he is a star on the rise here in VANGUARD, a stiff and decisive finish to this match over a surprisingly game alien luchador.
Mark Stephens: He’s from another dimension, not a different planet. Chances are he could be human.
Chet Kensington: I am not fond of you tonight…
[ Holiday celebrates in the corner as MARVELOUS★RED approaches him, originally holding the back of his head before he applauds his opponent, offering him a handshake, which Shane Holiday hesitates a little before accepting. MARVELOUS★RED bows to his opponent as the fans applaud, but the camera picks up some conversation between the two. ]
MARVELOUS★RED: You! Very strong! You and me! Travel the dimensions! Be heroes, yes?!
Shane Holiday: No, no! No, no team. I, do not, want to team. Okay?
MARVELOUS★RED: No team?!
Shane Holiday: No team.
MARVELOUS★RED: No team! Okay! Okay! No team!
[ MARVELOUS★RED forces a handshake from Holiday before starting applause from the crowd again before leaving the ring and slapping hands, leaving a grinning, confused Holiday in the ring. ]
Chet Kensington: Was RED trying to recruit Holiday? Recruit him for what though?
Mark Stephens: Honestly I have no idea, Chet. Not sure what to make of that.
[ We cut to a scene backstage to Vernon Tressler, carrying a black cotton bag with double drawstrings tied to completely conceal its contents. As he makes his way down the hall, he is alerted by yelling down the hallway. ]
Unknown: DAD! WAIT UP!
[ Vernon turns around to the source of the yelling, only to have his son Jason run into him, almost knocking the bag he is carrying out of his hands, which luckily he catches. As he looks up to his sun, he look furious. ]
Vernon Tressler: What the hell are you doing, Jason? You have any idea how much money went into making this titl-- what are you doing here, for that matter? And why are you in your gear?
[ Jason raises his hands in an apologetic way before he responds. ]
Jason Tressler: Look, I am sorry that I am late. Had car troubles but I am here to compete. Who do you have for me this time? I know things haven’t gone my way so far, but this time I know I can impress and wi--
[ Vernon raises a hand to silence his son. As Jason stops mid-sentence, Vernon sighs. ]
Vernon Tressler: Look, I love you Jason. You know I do. But I have given you two chances to prove you belong in VANGUARD Pro, both times you didn’t even last 5 minutes with your opponent and both times you lost. You have shown me that you’re just not ready for this yet.
Jason Tressler: I know, trust me I know. But I have been going to the gym every day since the last show, I switched to a vegan diet and have been working purely on my cardio. I am in the best condition of my life and whoever you set up for me tonight will not stand a chan--
Vernon Tressler: There is no opponent for you tonight. There isn’t an opponent for you any night. I tried, son. I stuck my neck out for you because I told you, when you told me you wanted to be a wrestler, that I would support you. But this, this isn’t the place for that. I told you it was dangerous here, and I didn’t mean just for you. Both opponents you faced? Both of them haven’t returned to VANGUARD Pro since because they didn’t think you were competition enough for them to want to be here. Before, I was telling you no because it was for your benefit but you persisted anyway and I reluctantly gave in. I’m not doing that now. I am putting my foot down and telling you enough is enough and it’s time for you to go home.
[ Jason looks visibly disappointed to hear his father say that. ]
Vernon Tressler: Now, I have to go. I’m sorry, Jason but I hope you’re mature enough to understand. Just… go home, okay?
[ Vernon gives his son a pat on the shoulder before continuing his walk down the hallway, Jason’s expression changes to on of anger before he walks off in a huff. ]
[ The cameras cut back to inside the arena, fans ready for the second contest of the evening as Rhett Sweeney steps into the ring with the microphone in hand. ]
Rhett Sweeney: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Rhett Sweeney: With a 10-minute time limit!
[ “Heartbreaking Son of a Bitch” by Heaven’s Basement plays as Ruby Auriel flaunts her way from behind the curtain, turning her back to the camera and posing before turning back, walking down the ramp while ignoring the fans as they begin to boo the snobbish demeanored Ruby. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing first! From Miami, Florida, weighing in at 129 pounds! SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE MIGHTY! RUUUUUBYYYYY!!!! AUUUUURIEEEEEEL!!!
Mark Stephens: A second generation competitor, daughter of a famed wrestler of the Florida territories, Ruby Auriel prides herself on her surname value but perhaps has let that get to her head a little too much. Not only does she believe she’s the best looking wrestler in the world today, but also believes she deserves the royal treatment here in VANGUARD Pro.
Chet Kensington: If you know your self-worth, why settle for anything less, Mark? And it’s not like she can’t handle getting the job done herself, she is more than competent. Travelled the world to train and knows she is damn good at the sport she was born into. Just look at her, confidence and beauty. The best two traits you can have in a woman as far as I am concerned.
[ Ruby climbs onto the apron, once again displaying her elegance with a beautiful pose, despite boos from the crowd that she only raises her nose to as she gets into the ring. ]
[ "Heavy Rotation" by Nogizaka46 begins to play as a cheerful Velvet Twinkle emerges from behind the curtain, exuberant as she makes her way to the ring, slapping outstretched hands with a skip in her step. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing her opponent! From Bournemouth, England by way of Tokyo, Japan, weighing in tonight at 110 pounds! SHE IS THE GAIJIN IDOL! VEEEEELVEEEET!!! TWIIIIINKLEEEEE!!!
Mark Stephens: This young lady has had quite a journey before making her way to VANGUARD Pro, Chet. She had aspirations of becoming an idol, a young starlet in Japanese pop culture set out to entertain people. She didn’t make the cut for the band that sings her theme song, but she was recruited for a wrestling school for teenage girls, and has made her way here to make herself a star within the wrestling ring. She is making the best of both worlds at the young age of 19.
Chet Kensington: Not sure what to make of this young lady, Mark. Granted, don’t know what to make of a lot of people that have walked into this promotion. She’s more on the normal side of the spectrum in comparison. But I have to admit I am sceptical as to how a girl like her can hold her own in a ring with the competition VANGUARD Pro attracts. It’s no place for a dancing, flashy child, but we’ll see how she holds her own in this contest first.
[ Velvet Twinkle is all smiles as she gets into the ring, limbering up as she looks toward Ruby, who doesn’t seem to share her enthusiasm towards the contest as Howie Dewitt checks both ladies to see if they’re ready. Upon both their approval, he calls for the bell. ]
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
Both women approach each other at the sound of the bell, Twinkle seemingly ready to go but Ruby doesn’t seem to be taking her opponent very seriously at all. The camera’s can’t pick up what she’s saying to Ruby, but some firm fingers into the chest of her opponent can only be a sign that not anything she is saying is complementary to the young lady. A firm shove to Velvet only confirms that, a loud enough proclamation of “This isn’t a place for girls like you!” being yelled from across the ring. A loud chorus of boos following suit, to which Ruby turns to them, arms outstretched as if challenging them to prove her wrong. She turns back to her opponent, only to be met immediately with a running headscissors by Twinkle that catches her completely unaware and sends her rolling beneath the bottom rope and to the outside! She collects herself quickly, but Velvet aims to prove her opponent wrong as she takes a running start and dives between the middle and bottom rope with a suicide dive at knocks over Ruby Auriel, the crowd getting behind Twinkle as she takes a second to look over the crowd.
Twinkle starts pulling Ruby up to her feet to toss her back into the ring, but Ruby has shaken off the cobwebs and drives Twinkles spine into the ring apron with a hard shoulder thrust, a receipt for the suicide dive as her ribs are driven into the edge of the apron. Ruby keeps punishing Velvet as she beil tosses her against the steel barricade with aggression, fans having to cower a little as the steel barricade almost comes off its hinges from the force. Ruby pushes Velvet back into the ring beneath the ropes, following her back inside, putting her foot on her chest with her arms reached out as the crowd boo her yet again while Howie counts the fall.
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! --
Velvet forces Ruby’s foot off her chest with a swipe of her arm and receives a stomp onto the chest in retort. Ruby already feels like this match is as good as done as she pulls Velvet up to her feet, yelling in her ear “I told you, you don’t belong in the ring with me!” as she throws her towards the ropes, popping her into the air as she comes back! NO! Velvet uses the momentum and catches Ruby on the jaw with a Thrust Kick that rocks the self-proclaimed Queen of the Mighty -- Heel no Takasa giving her the separation she needs to come back! Velvet looks fired up as delivers a series of forearm shivers into Ruby’s chin before she runs off the ropes, ducks a groggy clothesline attempt by Auriel, catching her with a clothesline of her own! And another! Ruby ducks a third but Velvet jumps up and catches her with a jumping neckbreaker that drives both women’s backs into the canvas! Velvet scurries into a cover!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! --
Not just yet! Ruby kicking out just after two from the babyface fire comeback of the Gaijin Idol. She tries to keep her momentum going, rallying the fans behind her with a clap as she ascends to the top rope. She doesn’t get very far, however, as she comes face-to-foot with Ruby’s boot as she gets to her feet and delivers a running boot to the head of Velvet before she gets to the top, causing her to stumble off and onto the apron with her hand on the middle rope as the only thing preventing her from crashing to the floor outside. Ruby, looking furious at the persistence of her opposition, pulls Velvet between the middle and top rope, her feet draped on the second rope as Ruby drives her head into the canvas with a Reverse STO! She pulls the Idols legs away from the ropes as she hooks the leg for a pin!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! THR -
To the surprise of Ruby, Velvet kicks out with just enough strength to get her shoulder off the canvas. She pulls Velvet up to her feet aggressively, tossing her to the ropes again, poping her up and catching her on the way down with a beautifully executed spinebuster that drives Velvet into the mat hard! Ruby makes the cover again, more confidently knowing this will keep the idol down!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! THRE--!!!
No! Velvet Twinkle kicks out just in the nick of time, much to the annoyance of Auriel. There is very little hesitation left for Ruby as she stalks Velvet who is slowly finding her feet, running towards the ropes and handsprings off -- looking for the Golden Bullet cutter! But Velvet runs past her on the rebound, Ruby stopping herself before leaping for the cutter, only to be met with a hand springing Velvet Twinkle who takes Ruby back down to the canvas with a headscissors -- the extravagant move known as the Shonichi connecting! Ruby is taken completely off guard once again, Velvet signalling for the end as she locks a groggy Ruby’s head under her arm, ready for the Spinning Tornado DDT she calls the Senshuraku! BUT RUBY QUICK AS A CAT GRABS VELVET AROUND THE WAIST AND DELIVERS A VICIOUS BACKDROP DRIVER! A move she adopted from her father, seeing powerful results as Velvet is on her knees holding onto consciousness from being driven on her cranium with very little strength left as Ruby looks to deliver the killing blow. Handspring off the ropes and this time connects with the Cutter! The Golden Bullet plants Velvet into the canvas as Ruby hooks the leg!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! THREEE!!!
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
[ “Heartbreaking Son of a Bitch” by Heaven’s Basement plays as Ruby gets to her feet, swiping away her hand from Howie Dewitt as he attempts to raise it, instead raising both hands herself as she flaunts herself over a downed Velvet Twinkle. ]
Rhett Sweeney: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! RUUUUUUBY!!! AUUUUURIIIIIEEEEEL!!!
Chet Kensington: Ruby demonstrating that all the hype, all her claims are not to be taken lightly. What a display of strength and confidence from her. Twinkle tried to dethrone the Queen of the Mighty, but she was forced to bow down to her in the end.
Mark Stephens: Don’t take away anything from Velvet Twinkle, though. The young lady showed that she’s more than just a smile and some dance moves, she can compete in that ring and at times thought she had Ruby on the ropes! A valiant effort from Ms Twinkle.
[ Ruby makes her way up the rampway as Velvet rolls out of the ring, holding the back of her head as she gives a small bow to the fans as she starts making her way backstage, the fans applauding her efforts as she makes her way to the back. ]
[ The camera transitions to one of the VANGUARD Pro locker rooms, clothes on coathangers and suitcases prominent in the background. Standing in the forefront is Brooklyn Kinsley, who is smiling as the camera is all on her. ]
Brooklyn Kinsley: People of Vanguard. I need you to open your eyes and see the greatness that is before you. Your eyes do not deceive you. No. This isn’t a mirage, you aren’t hallucinating. It is I, Brooklyn Kinsley in the flesh. You all saw the signings of myself and my boys but now we have bought things into fruition. P.o.P has arrived to VANGUARD.
[ At this moment, Adam O’Bannon and Garrett Manning take their place behind Brooklyn. She grins along with her devilish smirk before running her fingers through her long red curly locks. Her posture was A+ and her chin was held high, she was a lady who carried herself in high regard. ]
Brooklyn Kinsley: Despite the many negative claims against us or what you may have heard… P.o.P are to be feared. We are the epitome of what professional wrestling is and even though most of you beg to differ, wait until you get the chance to have a run in with us. You see we take over everywhere we go. We make the rules, we change the game and we own it all. We don’t need to kiss any ass or play any tricks, because we are just that damn good. Don’t believe me? Check our resumes. Lots of wins and hardly any blemishes. We destroy lives, companies, anyone’s well being that gets in our way. We aren’t you ordinary and average team. This… this is a family.
[ Brooklyn takes the time to show off her boys. ]
Brooklyn Kinsley: The lifeguards? Well let’s just say they better hope they have backup to come save them in the drowning of their careers for stepping into the ring with us. These laughing stocks think they actually stand a chance against us. I mean how delusional could one be? You guys are putting all of your little Easter eggs into one basket. I guess you haven’t heard about us. Multiple time champions between the three of us, succeed in tag team action, and just happen to be better looking than anyone else on this roster or any for that matter. A little word of advice also, if you go on listening to others about us and our portrayal you might find yourself in the same vanishing boat as the rest. Everyone can always talk and try and tear us down and talk, but when the truth is really uncovered you’ll know to thank us. Not going to hold back any punches for anyone. You want to go toe to toe with the best then bring all you got. I love hearing the sound of someone being brought to justice with a snap of my fingers.”
[ She snaps her fingers. ]
Brooklyn Kinsley: Justice is what we like to bring. The end is what we like to bring. Total damnation is what we are. Perdition of Paroxysm. It’s meaning is our goal. Slight warning to everyone here in Vanguard, we are going to continue to do what we always do best and that is takeover. Finish what we started. With support or no support we will always get the job done. It’ll be our pleasure to hand the Lifeguards a little reality check and let them see that you can’t always sit back and smile at what life throws you. You have to take it and crush it. Good luck to you and all that jazz. If you have half the brain that I think you do, you’ll know what’s good for you and stay away.
[ The triad smile before they make their leave stage right. ]
[ We return to the ring, Rhett Sweeney taken a seat at ringside as Vernon Tressler stands in the middle of the ring, holding the black cotton sack in one arm with a microphone in his opposite hand. A chant of “Vern! Vern! Vern!” is quickly shut down with a raise of his hand, a grin on his face as he pulls the microphone back down towards his mouth. ]
Vernon Tressler: In two weeks time we will be back here in the Globe Theatre for our Chapter IV show, titled Vaccinate your Children. Those of you who bought tickets for tonights show know it’s a double feature -- having a ticket for this show will guarantee you entry on the 24th. The reason we’ve made it a bundle package is because we want you to witness our growth as a promotion and collectively, tonight and our Chapter IV show on the 24th is going to raise the bar for VANGUARD Pro!
[ The staple “WE ARE VAN-GUARD! *clap clap clap clap clap* WE ARE VAN-GUARD! *clap clap clap clap clap*” chant breaks out again, Vernon holding the microphone up and letting them chant it as long as they want before it dies down. ]
Vernon Tressler: You are absolutely right. *We* are VANGUARD. You, who fill these seats, buy the merchandise, subscribe to the pivotshare, you are the lifeblood that keeps this promotion alive. And the men and women back there, they are your investments -- you cheer for them, you support them and you make this *the* place to be if you’re a professional wrestler. And I, as well as everyone else back there that oversees the day-to-day operations of this promotion, we are supplying a demand. We are giving a platform for these competitors to make their mark and give you faithful the experience of a lifetime being here, watching them put their bodies and careers on the line because they hear your chants, they thrive on your excitement and they want a chance to stand in front of all of you and say “I fought for them -- I fought for VANGUARD!”.
[ The crowd get rowdy again at this rally by Vernon who let’s the “We Are VAN-GUARD” chants pick back up before continuing. ]
Vernon Tressler: But that brings me to why I am out here tonight. Three women over the course of the last two shows have delivered performances that I think I wouldn’t be over exaggerated in saying set the standard for VANGUARD Pro. They have shown us strength, heart and fire you will not find in any other wrestling ring on the planet, and that is why we, myself and the other members of the championship committee, have decided to pit these three women against each other all for the contents of this bag right here. In this bag, I hold the VANGUARD Pro Bellatrix Championship belt. 10 pounds of gold and silver, made with the finest quality leather, hand-crafted to symbolize the prestige and investment these women have warranted for tChantssion and this promotion.
[ Chants of “Pull it out! Pull it out!” Start to overthrow Vernon as he laughs at the chant a little before regaining his composure. ]
Vernon Tressler: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Before I “Pull it out” I think we should bring out the three competitors that will be fighting for this championship. Now, I have made it very clear before anyone expects a brawl to break out that none of these three can physically provoke each other at the cost of their spot in the match--.
[ A chorus of boo overpowers him again almost immediately after he stated that there would be no physical altercation between the three. ]
Vernon Tressler: I know, I know. But we have to ensure all three women are in top physical condition for their match. So, without further ado I think I will do the job this time, Rhett. Introducing the first competitor; Ms Azurine Vebbins!
[ The crowd begin to sing along to Queen’s “Radio Gaga” as Azurine Vebbins comes out onto the stage, attired in a dainty dress, smiling a waving to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring, climbing in as “Radio Gaga” dies down. ]
Vernon Tressler: Introducing the second competitor; Ms Stacy DeVille!
[ “Flying Whales” by Gojira plays as Stacy DeVille makes her way out, crowd a little more lukewarm as she marching to the ring, conspicuously in her ring gear beneath her wrestling jacket, holding an envelope under her arm as she gets into the ring as “Flying Whales” dies down. ]
Vernon Tressler: Introducing the final competitor; Ms Raena Ripley!
[ “Fire Fire” by Heaven’s Basement plays and the crowd cheer loudly as the vibrant Raena Ripley makes her way out, dressed in a black pair of jeans and her branded “Morning Inferno” shirt, slapping hands before making it into the ring, “Fire Fire” dying down as Vernon raises the microphone back up to his lips. ]
Vernon Tressler: Ladies, I know you’re all made away with the fact I have made a physical contact ban for this presentation ceremony. I don’t think I have to repeat what the repercussion is should you violate that. Momentarily, you’ll all be given your opportunity to share your thoughts going into this match, to which you have free reign to say whatever you wish. But before that, I fell it is about time we unveil that championship belt you three will be competing for!
[ The crowd perform a drum roll on their legs as Vernon opens the black cotton back and waits for the drum roll to get to its climax before raising the championship belt high for all to see, the crowd cheering as they see the beautiful championship belt. ]
[ picture to be provided later. ]
[ Azurine Vebbins appears demure by patting down a dainty dress and having both hands folded in front of herself. Vebbins waits to be handed a microphone before commenting on the upcoming opportunity. ]
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, folk! I’m absolutely ecstatic to be here at da Sit Down, Be Humble Hullabaloo tonight. Leaned more towards dat description dan “hootenanny” since deyr’s no dance involvin’ yours truly. Still, it’s a blessin’ to have dis historic occasion wid my chanters on National Siblin’ Day. Stacy and Raena are two excellent exempla of da brawlin’ bond I have in dis company. Dat bein’ said I’m not goin’ to be middle sistered while you promote dis sanctioned contest. DeVille, we’ve danced before...don’t contemplate me as an after-notion. Ripley, April 24 will be our first-time firin’ forearms, knees, elbows, and what have you at one anoder...don’t imagine it’ll be a walk in da park.
Will admit dose sentiments come from feelin’ left out. Felt some shade when you kept referrin’ to your one-on-one recitals as da hashtag “True Main Event.” I competed in da actual main event at Chapter Two. I earned my second victory here at da Globe. Please don’t mistranslate, ladies, your production was a brilliant Broadway from bell-to-bell, but it rung hollow. It sounded dat way ’cause I wasn’t deyr. Of course, dat will be remedied at Chapter Four Vaccinate Your Children Cha Cha. Da dree of us will share da same stage to determine who’s da inaugural Vanguard Pro Bellatrix Champion, right?
Speakin’ of rights...my right knee’s almost healed up. Had a consultation wid my personal physician who says he’ll clear me. My Tressler Insurance agent also handed me a copy liability waiver wid her signature digitally affixed. Felt I should provide a progress report for Mister Tressler so it’s apparent I’m practically one-hundred percent and doin’ din’s by da book.
[ Vebbins hands her Phoneme Whippersnapper smartphone to Vernon Tressler. Two images appear on the screen. One is an official-looking doctor’s note from a Doctor Ivan Bolshoi. The second image is of the Tressler Insurance Liability Waiver signed by a May June Aprilstein. Azurine momentarily nurses her right knee but maintains a brave face. ]
Azurine Vebbins: Den again, I could also put my right knee in, could put my right knee out, could put up my right knee in, and shake it all ’bout. However, seriously, I doubt eider of you are game to Hokey Pokey right now. Deyr’s a proper place and time for such shenanigans. Da same can be said for our Bellatrix Championship Dree-Way dance...
[ Raena takes the microphone forcefully from Vebbins hands, the crowd feel the tension starting to build before Raena even begins to speak. ]
Raena Ripley: I want you both to know something -- to be completely transparent with the both of you. I respect you. As competitors, I have watched you two compete on Chapter I and that lit a fire under my ass to make me work harder knowing where the bar was being set. I watched you Azurine defeat that thot Chloe Leuthard on Chapter II and I can admire your strength to be able to take punishment and keep on fighting. And you Stacy, I have stepped in the ring with you, I know how tough you are, I know how good you are first-hand, and I know I am in for the fight of my life again.
[ She takes a seconds pause before continuing. ]
Raena Ripley: But despite the fact I respect you both, I refuse to lose this match. I refuse to let this opportunity slip through my fingers because I have worked my ass off to make it to VANGUARD Pro, worked my ass off to make it to this match, and that Bellatrix Championship will be all the justification I need to prove every drop of blood, sweat and tears I have shed in my journey here was worth it. I might be the dark horse in this match, but I promise you I am not to be counted out. At Chapter IV; I am going to light it up and burn it down!
[ Having heard enough from her opposition, Stacy demands her own microphone, which she is given one, slapping it with her palm to know if it’s on before speaking into it. ]
Stacy DeVille: I’m going to keep this as straightforward, as humanly possible. I am a professional wrestler. My job, is to wrestle people. I get paid, very well, to throw people around this 20x20 ring. I get paid, to make an appearance. I get paid even more, to wrestle people, and I get paid even more than that, if I win. Now, VANGUARD wants me to fly down here, out of my own pocket, my choice, not theirs, for what? Some bullshit VIP meet and greet? To hype my match? Three of the best women’s wrestlers in the world, is more than enough to hype this match. Me. I put on the two best matches this company has ever seen. That’s more than enough to hype this match. That title? That’s more than enough to hype this match. They don’t pay me to hype matches with my words, they pay me to hype my matches, with my skill, and technique. I hype matches, by giving the best quality matches possible. My reputation hyped matches, not my words.
[ Stacy reaches into the Manila envelope and pulls out a stack of paperwork, waving them as she looks away from both Raena and Azurine but directly at Vernon Tressler. ]
Stacy DeVille: So if you want me to hype up the Bellatrix Championship match, heres my fucking waiver to wrestle. It states I am clear to compete despite these two still being banged up. So I am going to hype this match up by showing these two I am the best wrestler on the roster instead of telling them. So, I am throwing out an open challenge. I don’t care who comes out, but I’m not leaving here until I get my winner’s bonus.
[ Stacy throws down the microphone, gives the paperwork to Vernon Tressler who tries to tell Stacy now isn’t the time. Stacy refuses to listen, demanding that she be allowed to compete. Albeit begrudgingly, Vernon motions to the stage to bring out an official, to which Larry Blackwell answers the call while Vernon, Raena and Azurine leave the ring. Azurine and Raena are provided chairs by the staff at the entranceway, giving them a place to observe the match. ]
Chet Kensington: Well, this is an interesting turn of events. Stacy has been adamant that she wanted to fight tonight on social media, and it looks like she talked Vernon into obliging her request!
Mark Stephens: Don’t know who smart a move this is, Chet. Raena and Azurine aren’t competing on this show to prevent reaggravating the injuries they suffered on Chapter II, now Stacy is throwing herself out there when she was already the most healthy going into the match. She could be putting herself at a handicap here.
Chet Kensington: She is doing this for her pride, Mark. She’s a competitor and she’s not going to mince words with Raena and Azurine about who’s the best. She’s going to give them a demonstration and display her dominance with an open challenge to prove she can take on anyone and everyone. She’s proving she’s a champion with her actions. I commend it.
Mark Stephens: Then I guess the question now is, who is going to take Stacy DeVille up on her open challenge?
[ DeVille removes her jacket, tossing it over towards Raena and Azurine, landing at their feet as she waits for an opponent to accept her challenge. ]
[ "I Just Can't Wait to Be King" by NateWantsToBattle begins to play to some confusion, before the video screen fills with the name “VIDEL ROSE” and the crowd come alive as the excited gamer girl comes out, looking over the crowd with a wide smile on her face, slapping hands as she makes her way down the aisle. ]
Mark Stephens: Well, it looks like someone is taking this opportunity to introduce themselves to the VANGUARD Pro faithful in a big way! Ladies and gentlemen, this young lady is Videl Rose, a up and coming talent who has worked for minor promotions across the country, a professional gamer who has turned her love towards the squared circle and carries a lot of her love for video games with her to this profession. She has quickly become an endearing name in the industry, we knew she had signed with VANGUARD Pro, but is choosing right here and right now to make a big name for herself.
Chet Kensington: This could throw a big spanner in the works for the Bellatrix Championship, Mark. Things could get very interesting if you consider the possibility Videl Rose could pick up the victory over DeVille. She could potentially be added to the Bellatrix Championship match, if not skyrocket to the number one contenders spot. Videl accepting this challenge has a lot to gain should she win, but she’s in the lions den with one of the most fierce competitors in the sport today. Let’s see how well she fares.
[ Videl bounces on the second rope, looking over the crowd with a wide smile on her face from the welcoming reception they are giving her before turning her focus towards DeVille, who has shed the jacket and is patiently waiting for the match to start as “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” dies down. Larry Blackwell checks both women before calling for the bell. ]
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
The opening section of the contest saw a battle of strength and technique versus speed and ring awareness. Stacy makes a quick and dominating display of her mat wrestling prowess, chaining circles around the less experienced Videl Rose on the mat, giving her a bit of a condescending pat on the head as she lets Videl get back up, an act that doesn’t go over too well with the crowd. As they lock up again it looks to be going the same way, Stacy having Videls arm locked and wrenched and at the mercy of her strength advantage. Videl’s ring awareness and agility shines through with a beautiful escape, holding onto the top rope and backflipping reversing the torque on Stacy’s arm before using the ropes once again to perform a beautiful springboard arm drag that makes a little separation between the two. Both women scurry to their feet to keep an advantage, Stacy misses a Lariat attempt with enough power behind it to turn Videl Rose inside out as the girl gamer ducks beneath it, continuing momentum as she runs off the opposing ropes and catches Stacy with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors Armdrag that once again manages to get Stacy on the canvas momentarily. Stacy quickly gets up to a knee and -- turn about becomes fair play -- Videl returns the gesture of a condescending pat on the head with a smile, this time the crowd cheer the instant karma of Devilles hubris.
Play time is very quickly over, as a stiff knee to the midsection of Rose comes in the guise of a third lock up attempt, quickly followed up with a hard Irish Whip that see’s Videls back slam into the turnbuckles with a rattling force. Stacy looks out to both Raena and Azurine who are watching on, looking at them both as she hooks Videls arms over the ropes and fires a stiff chop that cracks like a whip against her chest. She pulls Videl back to that corner, lining her up to do the same thing again, looking at both her opponents for Chapter IV as the second chop connects against her chest. Stacy takes Videl and whips her to the other side, pointing towards Ripley and Vebbins and mouthing off to them, telling them to take notes. Both shake their heads as Stacy makes a dash towards Videl, but she gave Videl too much time as she raises both her feet up and catches Stacy in the chest, pushing her away as she hops up to the second rope. Stacy runs in again but is surprised by a diving Videl who wraps her legs around DeVilles neck and takes her down with a Hurricanrana, the momentum sends Stacy rolling beneath the bottom rope and to the floor outside in front of Raena and Azurine who stand up to make room. Stacy doesn’t even have time to register what’s going on with those two as she turns back to the ring to see an incoming Videl Rose dive between the middle rope and connecting with the tope suicida that knocks her up the entrance aisle! The crowd cheer Videl is fired up, offering high fives to both Raena and Azurine who both reciprocate the gesture. The crowd chant for one more dive by Videl, who is taken aback by the reception and looks back at Ripley and Vebbins for their input on this. Both of them just give her a gesture back to the ring, which she takes as she rolls in and gets a clap going while she waits for DeVille to get back to her feet. DeVille is up, Rose with a head of steam as she picks up momentum from the ropes and dives with another Suicide Dive!
OH NO! DEVILLE CAUGHT HER IN MID AIR! BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX INTO ONE OF THE RINGSIDE CHAIRS!
Videl screams in pain as her back completely bends the steel chair while Stacy approaches both Azurine and Raena and raises both her hands to them, offering high-fives to them. They are hesitant to reciprocate this time around, and rightfully so as Stacy pulls her hands away and puts focus back on Videl who is writhing on the floor holding her back. Stacy picks her up and pushes her into the ring, following her in and making the first fall of the match with the leg hooked.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THRE--!
No! Close but not enough! Videl showing heart despite having her spine almost bent like the chair she was driven through. Stacy doesn’t look too surprised, keeping on the attack with a knee into her back, pulling her head back Camel Clutch style with the pressure focused onto her back. The crowd rally behind Videl who is struggling against the might of her opposition. The rally, the clapping, starts to bring some life to Videl Rose as she does all she can to pull herself out of her painful predicament, driving some elbows into Stacy’s midsection as she gets to a vertical base. A shot hits the right spot, Stacy momentarily having to clutch at her stomach from one of the strikes. Videl fires up and closes the gaps, but Stacy was waiting and catches her around the waist for another Belly-to-Belly suplex. Videl refuses to let her, bell clapping either side of DeVilles head knocking her groggy and breaking her grip as she takes some steps back while Videl backs up, charges in and delivers a vicious running front dropkick that knocks Stacy into the turnbuckles hard and sees her fall to the canvas! Videl takes a second, sees the set up and takes full advantage as she runs up and jumps into the air, delivering a big double knee drop into the stomach of Stacy! Knee Bullets I hits but it doesn’t look like shes done as Videl scales the second rope with her back facing Stacy! The crowd gasp as Videl performs a moonsault and drives both knees back into Stacy’s midsection! Diving Knee Bullets II connects and DeVille is visibly feeling it with agony. Videl goes for a cover with the leg hooked.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THRE--!!
NO! Stacy kicks out just in time! Videl isn’t looking deterred as she looks to try and perform the biggest upset in VANGUARD to date with one big move! She hoists Stacy up to the middle rope with what she can muster in her back, following her up to the second rope and clubbing at her back as she hooks her head under her arm. Fans familiar with her knows this is the set up for the Cross Stinger Assault -- An avalanche swinging neckbreaker! Stacy is resisting it with all she can, eventually being able to escape Videls grasp entirely, dropping from the second rope and able to use the rope to drive a knee into her forehead! Videl is groggy, no idea where she is as Stacy climbs back up to her position, and the crowd let out another gasp as Stacy pulls Videls head down and between her thighs. Their gasps are justified as Stacy pulls Videl vertically up, legs in the air and they brace themselves. Videl has no such luxury as Stacy does a 180 degree spin and delivers a Zangief Ultra Mama Bears Mauling Piledriver from the middle rope! Chants of “Holy Shit” fill the arena as Stacy makes the cover, confident that this contest is said and done!
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THREEE!!!
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
[ “Flying Whales” begins to play as Stacy DeVille makes her way to her feet, panting a little as she has her hand raised by Larry Blackwell. Videl Rose on the canvas, looking up at the lights above her as ringside doctors apply icepacks to her neck. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Your winner of this match! STAAAAACYYYYY!!! DEEEEEEVIIIIIIILLE!!!
Chet Kensington: Holy fuck, what a piledriver by DeVille! That was some video game shit if I had ever seen it!
Mark Stephens: That was a statement if I had ever seen one. Videl Rose had moments where she gave Stacy a run for her money but that piledriver wasn’t a statement to Rose, Chet. That was a statement to both Raena and Azurine. That’s what she’s willing to do in a match where nothing is on the line for her, you can only imagine how far she’ll go to become the inaugural Bellatrix Champion.
Chet Kensington: That’s a scary thought, Mark. And if I were Raena and Azurine, I’d be taking Stacy DeVille very seriously. That loss to Azurine and draw to Raena has made her very focused on winning that title. And I would hate to be the one that is on the receiving end of that piledriver next.
[ Raena and Azurine climb into the ring to check on the down Videl Rose, Stacy standing in the corner as they help her up, hardly able to stand under her own power. Stacy approaches the three, dismissing her two eventual opponents as they try to keep her away from Videl, ignoring them as she gives her a firm pat on the shoulder before exiting the ring, ignoring the existence of the other two as the crowd cheer for Videl for her efforts as she's being helped out of the ring and to the back. ]
Scarlet Flint: “When we introduce gold for the women's division, pencil Scarlet Flint as my favorite to claim it—”
[ Her voice pierces darkness’ veil as she quotes one of Chet Kensington’s lines from Vanguard Chapter II. Scarlet is seated on a stone bench somewhere in Central Park as the picture soon comes to life. The first thing that the camera catches is her eyes. They’re unflinching. They’re unmoving. And they are so so very cold. The camera rests on her face as she speaks. ]
Scarlet Flint: Those aint my words. Naw, the homie Chet said that after I clapped Sakuya Goto’s ass in the middle of the ring. Big shouts out to you sir; you’re a man that knows true talent when you see it. I wish that could be said about everyone…
[ She shakes her head in disgust. ]
Scarlet Flint: A bitch was seated in the back during the conclusion of Chapter II. I left my opponent knocked out and unconscious. That shit aint easy; I was maxing, relaxing, and recovering. That’s when Vernon Tressler walks out. He starts handing out praise, talking about hard work. You know, all that goodie two-shoe shit. And then he puts these three broads in a triple threat match. Fair enough; they’ve got loose ends and unfinished business to attend to. Fine—
[ Scarlet lifts up her right hand and snaps her fingers. That results in a loud, very audible pop. She does so in order to get the listener’s attention. ]
Scarlet Flint: But then he goes and makes that match for the Vanguard Bellatrix Championship? The fuck!?
[ The tiny woman lets out a grunt, one filled with frustration. ]
Scarlet Flint: What makes those three broads better than someone like, I don’t know, Hannah Stanton? She won her match in pretty an impressive fashion. It is cause’ ya’ll think she crazy, huh? She might be, but the fact of the matter is, she got shit done in the ring. And here’s another question. What makes those three broads better than me? Hmm? I didn’t need a bunch of pomp and circumstance. I didn’t need a bunch of time either. Naw. I just walked out there with a game plan—and I executed it to perfection.
[ She pauses for a moment as she rolls her tongue against her cheek. ]
Scarlet Flint: Aint the Bellatrix Championship supposed to determine who the best woman in the company is? But Scarlet Flint is left out in the fucking cold?
[ A slight laugh escapes her. ]
Scarlet Flint: Aite’. I thought I was gonna’ have a nice lil’ return to the ring. I didn’t know I was just gonna’ get disrespected off rip. It’s cool tho’. A bitch sees how this game needs to be played.
[ There’s another pause. ]
Scarlet Flint: So don’t get all surprised when things are a bit odd. Don’t get surprised when strange shit starts happening. And don’t you dare complain when motherfuckers start to get laid out willy-nilly like.
[ There’s a short pause. ]
Scarlet Flint: Apparently, that’s the Scarlito that ya’ll want. So, that’s the Scarlito ya’ll gonna’ get.
[ We return to ringside, Rhett Sweeney with the microphone in hand. ]
Rhett Sweeney: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Rhett Sweeney: With a 15-minute time limit!
[ “Bad Man” by Bobaflex blares through the arena as slowly, Garrett Manning emerges from behind the curtain, his overconfident smirk displayed on his face. He turns back to the curtain, pointing with both hands towards it as Adam O’Bannon emerges next with his wife Brooklyn Kinsley in his arm. All three make their way down the aisle, ignoring the jeers that come their way. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing first, accompanied by Brooklyn Kinsley, at a combined weight of 434 pounds! The team of “Loose Cannon” Adam O’Bannon! “The 5 Star Attraction” Garrett Manning! The Perdition of Paroxysm! P! OOOOO! P!
Mark Stephens: Oh here we go! The portion of the night I was excited for most; the beginning of the VANGUARD Pro Tag Team division! You know I love my tag team action, Chet, and this match is the seed for a potentially high-demand division. This first team seems to be right up your alley.
Chet Kensington: Oh these three make up three-fifths of my personal favorite five. And they haven’t even competed yet. Outspoken. Controversial. Not to mention talented. These three know how to get attention on them, people talking about them, and that’s admirable in this profession. All they know is how to win and look good doing it. Especially Brooklyn Kinsley. She looks *very* good doing it.
Mark Stephens: That’s a married woman, Chet. Her husband Adam O’Bannon and his best friend Garrett Manning are, as you said, highly talented performers. They’d probably be fan favorites in VANGUARD Pro if they weren’t so aware of how talented they were. Their collective arrogance is a little insufferable, but they get results, and I think that’s all they need.
Chet Kensington: Some guys get all the luck…
[ Garrett Manning climbs to the second rope, lifting his hands into the air as Adam O’Bannon and Brooklyn Kinsley share a kiss in the middle of the ring as “Bad Man” dies down. ]
[ “I’m Always Here” by Jimi Johnson play as the lights circle the arena, almost as if trying to find a specific point. As the drums kick in, the lights shine onto the stage, where The Lifeguards come out with wide smiles on their faces. Cadet Allen and Thomas come out high fiving fans, making sure to get them involved as much as possible. Cadet Holliday brings up the rear, wearing a life ring around his neck and holding a lifeguard rescue can in hand. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing their opponents! Accompanied by Cadet Barry Allen at a combined weight of 370 pounds! Cadet Andrew Thomas! Cadet Jacob Holliday! THEEEEEE!!! LIIIIIIFEGUUUUUAAAAARD!!!
Chet Kensington: Seems like these guys are the life of the party, the VANGUARD faithful already getting behind these guys despite clearly being in the wrong profession.
Mark Stephens: Well, they are expelled lifeguards who have come to VANGUARD Pro solely on a whim after seeing the inclusion of wrestlers at an event leading to a wild and memorable weekend for the three, they decided to give it a proper shot themselves. They’re well conditioned given their lifeguard occupation prior to becoming wrestlers, but who knows how they’ll hold up in the ring with talented competitors like P.O.P. tonight.
Chet Kensington: Something tells me that lifeguard rescue can will come in handy.
[ Allen and Thomas enter the ring, climbing the turnbuckles as Holliday slides into the ring, taking the middle as all three posing for the crowd. As they finish posing, Barry Allen asks Sweeney for his microphone before turning to the crowd. ]
Cadet Barry Allen: Is everyone ready to get fucking LYYYYYYT!!!
[ The crowd cheer before chants of “Lyt! Lyt! Lyt!” break out, much to the amusement of the Lifeguards and to the chagrin of P.O.P. Barry turns to the three before continuing. ]
Cadet Barry Allen: Now, we’ve heard what you three have had to say. Especially you lil missy. You three seem to look at us and see posers. Laughing stocks. That we are going to drown here in VANGUARD. But I can assure you, we are excellent swimmers. And quite fit to boot.
[ Cadet Andrew Thomas grabbing the microphone from Barry Allen, approaching Brooklyn Kinsley who raises an eyebrow. ]
Cadet Andrew Thomas: Don’t you worry though. If you end up drowning, I know C.P.R.
[ There is a laugh around the ring as Andrew Thomas pulls the microphone away from his mouth, still talking to Brooklyn who is disgusted by this approach. Allen quickly pays for it as Garrett Manning and Adam O’Bannon drive their knees to either side of his face with Bicycle strikes! Holliday and Allen are quick to react as they charge towards the two and begin to exchange blows as Larry Blackwell calls for the bell and Brooklyn Kinsley steps outside. ]
Mark Stephens: Well, it looks like Andrew Thomas has been rendered unable to compete for the moment and Barry Allen has substituted for him.
Chet Kensington: Although the attempt is admirable, probably not the smartest thing to do. Especially in that scenario.
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
Blackwell seems to allow this last second substitution as he assists an unconscious Andrew Thomas outside the ring as both sides are trading blows inside, surprisingly the Lifeguards getting the upper hand in the exchange. Their bravado proves to be a detriment as the two share a moment of early celebration as they bump chests before running off the ropes to deliver a decisive blow to both members of P.O.P. only to be met with a running dropkick and running enzugiri respectively by Manning and O’Bannon. The Enzugiri knocks Holliday on his ass, Manning and O’Bannon laying the boots into Allen before shoving him out of the ring and turning their focus to the power of the group, O’Bannon delivering a big boot to Holliday's head that lays him down perfectly for Manning who gets momentum behind a beautiful knee drop. Brooklyn seems to be taking great enjoyment of watching her boys dismantling the, as she called them, posers. O’Bannon takes to the apron, establishing Manning as the legal man in the match as he pulls Holliday up, only to quickly slam him down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker, laying on his side on the canvas and does a kiss fingertips and toss away, also known as the Italian Chef Kiss to compliment his performance thus far.
Barry has made his way back onto the apron, having to hold onto the tag rope as Holliday is at the momentary mercy of P.O.P. as Manning tags out to O’Bannon, the two performing a double Russian leg sweep, Manning with an impressive back roll to get to his feet before delivering a cheap shot to Barry Allen, rattling him but angering the leader of the group, though his attempts to get in the ring are thwarted by Blackwell who keeps telling him he needs to be tagged in. Manning and O’Bannon take advantage of this distraction as they both lay boots to Holliday as the jeers from the VANGUARD faithful only gets louder. O’Bannon, very much like his partner, shows off his confidence in his abilities as he delivers the leg-assisted neckbreaker, rather the Overdrive, on both knees over Holliday as he mocks Allen, further provoking him with a gesture of dusting his hands off. As he pulls Holliday up, he starts to show some fight as he takes a few clubbing blows to O’Bannons ribs, looking to make the opening for a tag with a short-arm clothesline! O’Bannon is quick to shut this down however, catching Holiday with a Reverse STO instead and holding him there as he reaches up for the tag to Manning, who springboards in with a dropkick to the side of Hollidays head in an impressive display of teamwork. The team having seemingly an answer for everything for the their opposition, Manning gets really cocky with a cover on Holliday, very lackadaisical while Blackwell counts the fall.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! TH--!!
Holliday kicks out at two. Manning only retorts with a stomp to his midsection, tagging into O’Bannon again as the hit Jacob with a double neckbreaker sending him right back down to the canvas. The Lifeguards chances are looking bleaker and bleaker as O’Bannon gives his wife another kiss as she hops onto the apron, showing complete disregard to Holliday. Holliday would take him by surprise as he would reach up and pull O’Bannon down to the canvas with a schoolboy rollup, O’Bannon flailing his legs as both Manning and Brooklyn are also taken surprised by the resilience of Holliday.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! T -- !!
The element of surprise doesn’t garner victory just yet as O’Bannon is able to kick out in time. O’Bannon gets to his feet and makes sure Blackwell didn’t count to three, only distracting him long enough for Holiday to get to his feet and catch O’Bannon with a running double axe handle, both men falling to the canvas. Allen trying to rally Holliday to make the tag, fans doing the same as Holliday starts to crawl towards his corner. He gets oh so close, but Manning destroys that hope as he runs along the outside, doing a basement slide dropkick to Barry Allen's legs that completely takes them out from under him, Manning smirking and mockingly waving at Holliday as he watches his hope for tag be taken away from him before O’Bannon drives his boot in between his shoulder blades and pulling him back to the P.O.P. corner. A stiff Hand Cannon -- European Uppercut -- right into the jaw of Holliday rocks him back into their corner as he tags Garrett back into the match after he too returns to their corner, both hooking Holliday for a double team suplex.
Holliday resists the double team suplex, displaying his own strength as he reverses the attempt and counters with a suplex to both men that get the crowd right back behind him, Allen back on the apron with his hand outstretched as Holliday crawls to his corner, Manning and O’Bannon taking too much time to get back their feet to intercept. AND THE TAG WAS MADE!
Barry Allen comes in like a house of fire, getting into the ring and delivering a series European Uppercuts to both Adam & Garrett, running off the ropes and ducking a counter double clothesline attempt, springboarding off the ropes and back into both men with back elbows. Chants of “Lyt! Lyt! Lyt!” pick back up as Garrett and Adam pick themselves up in juxtaposed corners. Allen keeps the intensity coming as he delivers big jumping splashes to both men, grabbing Garrett immediately after, using him as a battering ram into an oncoming Adam, catching his partner around the neck and met with a big red right hand punch that causes Adam to fall back and unintentionally DDT his own partner! Both men roll under the bottom rope, trying to collect themselves from the sudden blitz from the Lifeguard. But they are not given much time at all as they are alerted by a loud scream of “CAAAAANOOOONBAAAAAAAALL!!!” turning to be met with Jacob Holliday getting a running start on the apron and leaping off with a somersault senton that catches both of them!
Brooklyn gets on the apron and lambasts official Larry Blackwell, telling him to get control of the match and do something about Holliday’s “illegal” assault on her boys, Barry Allen steps in and instead tells Brooklyn to get off the apron, distracting Blackwell longer as he tries to cool down the situation to officiate the match. But it is evidently clear this was apart of some sort of plan as Jacob Holliday is holding both Adam & Garrett outside the ring as, to the surprise of many, Cadet Andrew Thomas reenters the fray as he climbs to the top rope, looking for a sliver of redemption on P.O.P. by leaping off and connection with a diving moonsault to all three men! Chants of “This is Lyt! This is Lyt” reverberates through the Globe Theatre! Brooklyn sees she was distracted and gets off the apron to check on her man as Holliday shoves Garrett Manning back into the ring as Barry Allen is in the corner, stalking and ready to attack as Holliday does the same on the opposite end. Manning gets up in a daze but isn’t up long as a high and low chop block running European uppercut combination -- Careless Whisper -- sends him right back down to the canvas! Allen goes for the cover as Jacob stands guard incase O’Bannon gets back in.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THRE--!!
NO! Garrett Manning kicks out, both Holliday and Allen look at eachother and realise now is the time to deliver their big move. The return to opposing sides of the ring, raising their hands as they are joined by Andrew Thomas in yelling into the air “GET LYT!” as Manning groggily gets to his knees!
Adam O’Bannon comes out of nowhere and trips up Jacob Holliday, pulling him crotch first into the turnbuckle post! Barry immediately gets distracted with this as he goes over to mouth off to Adam while Larry Blackwell is also chastising his actions. Garrett Manning sneaks up behind Allen and uppercuts him right between the legs and into the crotch with a deep low blow that drops him to his knees, while Adam slides in and the boos intensify! O’Bannon double underhooks Allens arms and lifts him up, dropping him down onto the canvas face first with a sitout facebuster -- Heavy Artillery!!! He’s not the legal man though, but clearly has set this up for Garrett Manning who has ascended to the top rope. He dives and connects with a high Five Star Frog Splash, hooking the leg after driving his weight at a high angle and velocity into Allens ribs!
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THREEE!!!
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
[ “Bad Man” by Bobaflex begins to play as Garrett Manning gets to his feet, being joined in the middle of the ring by Adam O’Bannon and Brooklyn Kinsley, the latter raises both of their hands into the air as Cadet Andrew Thomas scurries into the ring to check on his partners. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Here are your winners! Adam O’Bannon! Garrett Manning! P! OOOOO! P!!!
Chet Kensington: Like a chess match! Anyone who didn't think P.O.P. knew what they were doing have eaten their words with extra salt! A talented duo with a great mind at ringside proves to be a force to be reckoned with in this newly established tag team division!
Mark Stephens: The Lifeguards presented more of a challenge than I think they were willing to credit them for, having a moment where they had P.O.P. on the ropes. But sometimes you have to work smarter instead of working harder and this team of Adam O'Bannon, Brooklyn Kinsley and Garrett Manning have established themselves as a force to be reconned with; their own brand of justice that will be delivered onto VANGUARD Pro!
[ The P.O.P. Triad stand in the ring, smirks on all their faces with their hands raised. ]
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Rhett Sweeney: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Rhett Sweeney: With a 20-minute time limit!
[ The lights dim to a light purple like hue as the sound of wolves growling can be heard. The growling intensifies until a loud howl breaks out "7 Days to the Wolves" by Nightwish picking up with it as Eliza Garou begins to make her way on all fours towards the ramp. She rises to her feet, pulling off the face cover she wears and letting out a howl into the sky before running to the ring. She sprints to it, sliding under the bottom rope and darting towards the opposite end of the ring with manic energy, pounding her head to the music as the crowd chants "WOLF, WOLF, WOLF, WOLF" to go along with her motions. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing their opponents! First, from Where the Moonlight Touches, weighing in tonight at 105 pounds! SHE IS THE FLAIRWOLF! ELIIIIIZA!!! GAAAAAROOOOOU!!!
Mark Stephens: What an intense introduction to one of VANGUARD Pro’s newest acquisitions in the Flairwolf Eliza Garou and, as you can hear from the VANGUARD faithful, it’s clear we have another potential favorite in the female division. She has been described as a wild beast both in and out of the ring. She's primal and loves to enjoy life to its fullest pleasures. In that ring, she enjoys nothing more than a good fight.
Chet Kensington: We’ve had some colorful characters come in and out of VANGUARD, this one a little tamer but I do have to agree with you, she cuts quite an imposing figure for the Women's division. We have heard stories but we have yet to see it with our very eyes. Though I have to admit, her opposition tonight has spurred a lot more talk in the back, and we’re going to see if both these women live up to their preconceived reputations.
[ Eliza removes her extra garbs as she squats down in her corner, eyeing the entrance way as “7 Days to the Wolf” dies down. ]
[ “Natural (Bass Boosted Mix)” by Imagine Dragons begins to reverberate through the Globe Theatre as a hooded woman slowly makes her way out onto the entrance way, cold-dark lights giving a chilling vibe through the arena. As the chorus kicks in, the figure throws back her hood and, with a flamethrower in hand, puts it close to her lips and blows a large stream of fire into the air to the bewilderment of the crowd. The figure pulls her head down, looking down the aisle as a black, tar-like substance drips down her chin and face as she makes her way to the ring. ]
Rhett Sweeney: And her opponent! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in tonight at 120 pounds! SHE IS THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON SPIRIT! XIMEEEEENAAAAA!!! BLAAAAAAAAAAZE!!!
Chet Kensington: JEZUS FUCKING CHRIST.
Mark Stephens: You are speaking for both of us there, Chet. A battle it seems of presences alone between these two women with Eliza’s ferocity and Ximena’s quiet-storm auras. The woman we’re seeing making her way to the ring has proclaimed herself to be VANGUARD’s Khaleesi -- The Dragon Queen. I would ask her for more information, not a lot is known about her besides that, but I am a little intimidated to approach her personally.
Chet Kensington: I am a fearless man, Mark. But I would not get any closer to a woman that can breathe fire, much less spit out whatever that is dripping from her mouth. I’m perfectly fine being up here as a commentator. Couldn’t pay me to be in that ring with her. Doesn’t seem to be bothering Eliza Garou much though.
[ Ximena Blaze gets into the ring, staring down her opposition who looks eager to go with her. Ximena throws away the hood and waits in her corner. Official Howie Dewitt attempts to check both women, Eliza seemingly growling at him to back him off while Howie is too intimidated by the cold presence of Ximena to check her either. He decides to trust both women are not concealing weapons and calls for the bell. ]
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
The intensity of both women's entrances carry over to the opening minutes of the match, both women going into their arsenals quickly in an attempt to overwhelm the other. Eliza breaks into her lucha libre arsenal with a series of elaborate arm drags that are able to toss Ximena across the ring with very little damage dealt but slowly chipping away at her stamina until Ximena shuts her down abruptly with an arm wrench counter to an arm drag attempt, driving Eliza’s face into the canvas with enough force to have her head bounce off the mat. It becomes apparent despite her appearance, Ximena Blaze has a tactical mind to her as she crosses over Eliza’s legs, putting both knees into her lower back and wrapping a hand around the chin before falling backwards and applying the Bow & Arrow hold, using her knees to push Eliza up and down in the air to wear at her lower back. Eliza shows no signs of slowing down for this however as she is able to free her legs and turn over, surprising Ximena with a lateral press pinfall attempt!
Howie Dewitt: ON-- !!
Not even a one count as Ximena pushes Eliza Garou off, who rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron before getting to her feet. Ximena’s attempt to knock her off is only met with a rope-assisted Gammengiri that stuns her momentarily, as Eliza slingshots in a grabs Ximena for a DDT! But Ximena, with ungodly awareness of her situation, is able to shove Eliza off mid-move and sends her towards the corner instead and unable to see counter a short-ranged corner high knee strike and snapmared down to the canvas in the center of the ring. Ximena ascends to the top rope, looking for a high-risk high-reward manoeuvre as she awaits Eliza to find her way to her feet, leaping for the Diving Crossbody as soon as Eliza turns to face her! BUT SHE IS BLOWN OUT OF MID-AIR WITH A SHORT-RANGED SHOTGUN DROPKICK THAT SENDS XIMENA FLYING BACK INTO THE CORNER! Chants of “Holy shit! Holy shit” begin to break out as Eliza gets to a knee and lets out a howl before kipping-up while Ximena tries to shake off the cobwebs.
The two were given 20 minutes to sell themselves to the VANGUARD faithful, and in the first 3 alone they’ve surpassed any preconceived expectations with their pedal to the metal, hard-hitting action. They show very little sign of stopping as Ximena pulls herself up in the corner, Eliza stomping into the mat as the crowd clap to the beat, running in and delivering a flashing elbow strike to Ximena, pushing her out of the corner and gets a running start behind her as she gets horizontal onto her back, hooking both arms as she performs the Crucifix with a big impact onto the canvas, keeping her hooked for a pinfall!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! TH--!!
No! Ximena kicks out just after the count of two, not to be counted out just yet! The Flairwolf looks to deliver some big hits to the Dragon Queen as she pulls her up to her feet, delivering several kicks to the inner thigh, using Ximena’s leg to lift herself to deliver a knee to her skull and gives her a hard roundhouse kick to the side of the head that knocks Ximena Blaze through a loop, standing on wobbly legs. Eliza howls into the air again as she turns her back to Ximena to run off the ropes to get momentum behind a Flash of Teeth -- Running Forearm Smash! Much to her surprise, however, her target is no longer there and it is too late for her to react as she sees from the corner of her eye the oncoming figure, delivering a no shadow roaring elbow -- RING THE ALARM! Eliza could do nothing to protect herself from the attack, Ximena hooking the leg, hoping to score the victory!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! THR--!
CLOSE! But not close enough it seems to keep the Flairwolf tamed. Ximena psyches herself up as she pulls Eliza Garou closer to a corner, wasting absolutely no time as she ascends to the top rope backwards, showing no fanfare as she leaps and connects with a BEAUTIFUL Dragon’s Curse Moonsault press, hooking the leg once again, this one looking to do it!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
OH! NO! ELIZA KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME TO KEEP HERSELF ALIVE IN THIS MATCH! News that Ximena doesn’t take well as she seems frustrated at the persistence of her opposition to deprive her of the victory. Calling Eliza up to her feet, Ximena spins around for another Ring The Alarm roaring elbow, but a superkick blasts her in the jaw and knocks her backwards, tripping on her feet and falling into the second rope. Eliza finds her second wind as she performs a beautiful Tiger Feint Kick that hits the mark, knocking Ximena onto her back while Eliza scouts her out, looking over to her before jumping up, maneuvering herself to the top rope and hitting a moonsault of her own with a split-legged twist! She hooks the leg, this one may do it!
Howie Dewitt: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
HOW?! Ximena kicks out at two this time, Dewitt's hand was an inch from the canvas! The crowd are extremely heated with this match, Eliza looking for one last move to slay the dragon queen. Ximena is groggy as Eliza pulls her up, eyeing the ropes as she makes a run for it while holding onto Ximena! XIMENA PULLS ELIZA BACK AS SHE ELEVATES HERSELF ONTO THE ROPES, PULLING HER INTO A DEEP SCHOOLGIRL CRADLE! DRAGONS LAIR!
Howie Dewwit: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
[ “Natural (Bass Boosted Mix)” by Imagine Dragons plays as Eliza looks up in disbelief at the surprise cradle securing the victory as Ximena Blaze clutches the back of her head as Howie raises her arm. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Here is your winner! XIMEEEEEENAAAAA!!! BLAAAAAAZEEEEEE!!!
Mark Stephens: 10 whole minutes of nothing but high octane wrestling! Neither woman was able to maintain control of the match for very long, both showing tremendous fighting spirit in this match from start to finish and it took one deep enough flash pin to bring the match to a finish. A fantastic performance by both women!
Chet Kensington: I think you and I were like everyone else down there at ringside, Mark. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time as these two were battling to see who could make the most of their first night in the promotion. Ximena got the win, but Eliza was no slouch. Both these women deserve the applause the crowd is giving them. An excellent contest!
[ Both women come head to head, seemingly still full of animosity from the match that could break out into another brawl between the two. But both men back down, Eliza giving Ximena a nod before exiting the ring, allowing her to enjoy the winner's podium for now as chants of “Both these gals! Both these gals!” can be heard behind “Natural” before we cut to the back. ]
[ We cut to the backstage area, Vernon Tressler talking with security agents at the entrance way to the Globe Theatre. ]
Vernon Tressler: I assure you, he's a good kid. I don't know why he's making this difficult for himself, but if you see him roaming around out here again, don't touch him, don't restrain him, just tell him to leave the premises immediately or the authorities will be alerted, alright? My son is many things but a trouble maker isn't usually one of th--
[ Vernon is interrupted as a powerfully built figure grabs him by the lapel of his suit and presses his back against the wall, a wince of pain in his face as the figure lifts him a little in the air while security tell the figure to let go of him. A smirk crawls onto Lord Enons face as he looks at Vernon at his mercy. ]
Lord Enon: So, I have been hearing a little rumor that you've called for my suspension after what I did to D.C. Willand. Thought I'd ask the source if that's the case.
[ Vernon lets out a dry breathed response. ]
Vernon Tressler: Put... me... down!
[ Lord Enon's smirk only grows wider as he drops Vernon onto his feet, the elderly man having to catch his breath as the security guards get between him and Enon. ]
Vernon Tressler: Don't you EVER put your hands on me again!
Lord Enon: Answer my question, Vernon.
Vernon Tressler: I was going to bring it up at the board meeting following the show, but after you just put your hands on me, you're damn right you're about to be suspended. And that's if I don't feel like your actions are grounds for a complete termination.
[ Enon lets out a hearty laugh. ]
Lord Enon: And what would a suspension accomplish? You don't think I'll just come in and dismantle your roster one by one regardless of if I am welcomed to or not. You've failed to give me a competent challenge. I look at your roster and there isn't a man amongst them that's worthy of facing me, much less capable of facing me in combat. Whatever prize you're planning for your alpha male, you've only got one real choice for a recipient. Because I will do as I did to Willand, and paralyze the rest.
[ Vernon remains silent as Enon continues. ]
Lord Enon: So, I suggest you not worry about whether or not to suspend me. You should worry about which lamb is next for the slaughter. You can either provide one for me, or I can take some liberties and select one for myself.
[ Enon gives Vernon one last, cold stare before he walks out of the building, Vernon trailing him with his eyes. ]
[ A violent static momentarily fills the screen. ]
[ We return to the arena, fans anticipating the final match of the evening as Rhett Sweeney clears his throat before raising the microphone. ]
Rhett Sweeney: The following contest scheduled for one fall! --
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Rhett Sweeney: Is your main event of the evening! With a 25-minute time limit!
[ The bass kicks in through the PA and “Ashes to Ashes” by Tarblox Ramblers starts to echo around the arena. A small fog starting to slip from the stage, and as the music builds a melancholy atmosphere, from the back stalks 'The Phoenix' Travis Levitt. Dressed in his usual long leather jacket, hair cascading around his face as he walks out, and starts to pace down the ramp. ]
Rhett Sweeney: Introducing first! From Richmond, Virginia, weighing in tonight at 250 pounds! HE IS THE PHOENIX! TRAAAAAAVIIIIIIS!!! LEEEEEEVIIIIIITT!!!
Mark Stephens: A man with quite the chip on his shoulder coming into this match, Chet. Chapter II was involved in a Triple Threat match with Clinton Stone and the man he faces tonight in Christopher Sabertooth. Travis had the match seemingly won with the Resurrection Kick to Clinton Stone, but Sabertooth ultimately walked away the victor after tossing Levitt out of the ring just long enough to score the three count on Stone.
Chet Kensington: A win by any means necessary mentality that shouldn’t be faulted, but understandably Levitt wants to right that wrong from last chapter and defeat Sabertooth tonight. Both men having their first singles match here in VANGUARD, no third party to cost someone the match, the better of the two will be ultimately decided here and now.
Mark Stephens: Travis Levitt a more than capable and dangerous competitor in the ring should he need to be holds quite a grudge against the man who stole his victory last show, redemption being only a three count away and he is looking focused on brushing that chip off his shoulder.
[ Glancing around at the crowd, Levitt's face is one of focus as he slowly rises to his feet before stripping off his jacket, and turning to drop it outside the ring to the roadie, before he gets ready for battle while “Ashes to Ashes” dies down. ]
VANGUARD… It is time for the REAL wrestler to let his presence known. Nobody is ready for my creation….
[ An old man's voice, a familiar one from the vignette that played for Sabertooth on the Chapter 2 show plays over the P.A. system as the lights go dark, the video screen filling with the opening of the cryogenic chamber, a cold fog leaking out from the cracks. ]
NOBODY IS READY FOR CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH!
[ “Charisma” by W.A.S.P begins to play over the PA system as a single spotlight points to the stage as Christopher Sabertooth stands there with his back facing the crowd. He turns around with a smirk on his face as the more lights start to fill the arena, as he confidently struts to the ring with a smirk on his face to a chorus of boos. ]
Rhett Sweeney: And her opponent! From Aberdeen, Washington, weighing in tonight at 214 pounds! CHRIIIIIISTOOOOOPHEEEEER!!! SAAAAAABEEEEERTOOOOOOOOTH!!!
Chet Kensington: Sabertooth as confident as he ever is, truly believes he’s the next evolution of a great wrestler here in VANGUARD Pro. And who’s going to tell him he isn’t? He has been a globetrotter for a few years now, accolades under his belt, but has come to VANGUARD to prove it against some of the best talent that can be found around the globe. Chapter II, he showed he has no qualms about how he proves it.
Mark Stephens: But of course, it put a big target on his back that Travis Levitt is laser focused on. Sabertooth took a victory away from him, after hitting his own finisher on Stone, only for Sabertooth to pick up the scraps like a vulture. This time, however, there is no one else to be the prey. Only one of these two can prove they’re the better man.
Chet Kensington: Sabertooth is no slouch, Mark. Levitt might be known as The Phoenix, but if he doesn’t expect the unexpected from Sabertooth, there might not be anything coming back from the ashes.
[ Sabertooth climbs to the turnbuckle, smirking at a focused Levitt with his arm outstretched, yelling towards him “One and zero, Travis. One and Zero!” before dismounting and standing in his corner, looking as brash and confident as ever while “Charisma” dies down. Larry Blackwell asks if both men are ready and, at their consent, calls for the bell. ]
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
With a look of extreme disdain, Levitt held nothing back from the moment the bell sounded. While Sabertooth stepped out with an irritating smile on his face, Levitt attempted to wipe it off his face with vicious forearm shivers to the jaw of his opponent! While almost enjoying the pain, Sabertooth fought back with blows of his own, starting the match off hot! Eventually, Levitt's emotions would cost him as Sabertooth caught him with a measured knee to the body, before throwing him to the outside. There, Christopher mocked and belittled Levitt with petty kicks and slaps as he laid up against the steel security railing. However, Levitt soon came back -- whipping Sabertooth violently into the steel -- before proceeding with a vicious running big boot to send Sabertooth tumbling over the steel! Still not in complete control of his temper, Levitt climbed over and continued attacking Sabertooth, leading to the two fighting their way towards the entrance aisle way! With the Blackwell’s 10-count audibly heard, both men continued their savagery until the referee reached 6 after a delayed start, at which point Levitt, having gotten the better of the exchange, began to drag Sabertooth back to the ring... However, as Blackwell’s reached 8, Sabertooth suddenly struck, shoving Travis Levitt face first into the steel post! After quickly rolling into the ring, Sabertooth sensed an easy victory, even striking a celebratory pose on his knees... However, Levitt would *barely* slid into the ring just before the 10 count! But even more, the post shot lacerated the Phoenix, as a small stream of blood trickled down his forehead!
With blood slowly drizzling from Travis's forehead, Sabertooth continued to assault him with measured kicks and elbows. Sabertooth keeps full control of Levitt after he hit The Phoenix with a high-impact flapjack after catching him off the ropes. After landing a running middle rope Moonsault, Sabertooth goes for the first cover of the match.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TW--!
Only getting a one count from his unyielding opponent. Digging deep into his bag of technical holds, Sabertooth proceeds to stretch Levitt on the mat with a Stretch Plum hold, the camera took great care in showing Levitt's bloodstained face. When it became clear he was never going to submit to a simple Stretch Plum, Sabertooth relented -- before following with another cover.
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TW--!!
Once again only getting the count of one. Showing some frustration himself now, Sabertooth looked to pull out larger moves from his bag of tricks. He would first use a nasty Swinging Fisherman Suplex to fold Levitt in half. Not satisfied, however, Sabertooth would soon get the go-behind -- aiming for his trademark Leg hook belly-to-back suplex. However -- with the crowd solidly behind the blood-smeared Phoenix, Levitt drives his elbow back into the side of Christopher's head, striking hard enough to have him drop his hold before he countered with a go-behind! However, before he could get anything off, Sabertooth countered with a go-behind of his own, before dumping Levitt on his head with a violent German Suplex! The momentum sent Levitt rolling onto his feet! While momentarily staggered, the Phoenix feels reborn as his eyes suddenly widened and delivers a stiff Phoenix Tear Discus Lariat that almost beheads Sabertooth with a driving force that folds Sabertooth in half!
Unable to make the cover however, Levitt was forced simply to bide his time and recover. For the next few moments, both men laid motionless while Larry Blackwell rendered his 10-count...
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE
Around the count of 5, both men finally began stirring.
Larry Blackwell: SIX! SEVEN! EIGH--!
After reaching their feet, the two men met gazes, before charging at one another with powerful elbows! The shots were so volatile that Levitt’s laceration reopened and blood was literally FLYING from his face -- making for quite the spectacle. At this point, Levitt had Sabertooth lined up for another discus lariat, only to stagger himself after coming off the ropes! At that point, Sabertooth used a timely DDT to spike Levitt into the mat. Sabertooth starts to realise Levitt is a man on his last legs and looks to finish him off. He pulls Levitt up, hooking the arm over his shoulder, ready for Release Suplex transitioned Lungblower, but Levitt once again shows life despite the punishment he has taken, reversing the Suplex and hoisting Sabertooth into the air instead and transitioning it into a DEVASTATING Kneeling Piledriver! Pillar of Flames drops Sabertooth on the top of his head as Levitt lays on top of an out of it Sabertooth!
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THR--!!!
Sabertooth powers his shoulder up just before Blackwell counts to three! He pulls a momentarily depleted Sabertooth to his feet, striking him with a slow but stiff combination of a European uppercut, spinning back fist and roundhouse kick that has Sabertooth senseless on his feet, before driving him spine first into the canvas with a sit out spinebuster! Hands pressed onto the midsection, Blackwell making the count!
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THRE--!!
Closer and closer but not there yet! Not dissuaded, Levitt called for a big move as he pulled Sabertooth up and hoists him up to the top rope, straddling the top rope following him up and hooking him for the superplex! Sabertooth definitely holds onto the turnbuckle connector, refusing to take that big fall onto the canvas with all his power, Levitt having to surrender the idea, driving a stiff forearm shiver into the jaw of Sabertooth. Sabertooth retaliates with a crowd-concerning headbutt, the audible thud of skull meeting skull causing a reaction of blenching as Travis falls back off the turnbuckle and on shaking legs as Sabertooth tries shaking off the cobwebs, his face now having Travis’ blood stained on his forehead. His usual aloof nature was suddenly replaced by stark frustration as he throws up the X above his head, signalling to deliver the killing blow as he stands up to the top rope and dives off! CLIMAAAAAX!!!
RESURRECTION KICK!!! THE CROWD REACH THEIR PEAK AS LEVITT GOT ENOUGH MOMENTUM BEHIND A SHORT RUN TO DELIVER A SINGLE LEG DROPKICK RIGHT INTO THE ONCOMING MOMENTUM OF CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH! Sabertooth is glass-eyed looking up at the lights, Levitt dropping down onto Sabertooths near lifeless body, the fans counting along to Larry’s count!
Larry Blackwell: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
[ DING! DING! DING! ]
[ The fans erupt as the count is made and the bell sounds, “Ashes to Ashes” begins to play as ringside crew slide into the ring, applying a wet towel to Travis’ forehead and an ice pack to Sabertooths head. Levitt slowly makes his way to his feet, Blackwell raising his hand. ]
Rhett Sweeney: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! TRAAAAAVIIIIIIS!!! LEEEEEVIIIIIITT!!!
Chet Kensington: Unbe-fucking-lievable! Sabertooth was caught with possibly the sickest looking kick I have ever seen in wrestling! I don’t think I’ll be able to see a replay of that without flinching!
Mark Stephens: The entire match Sabertooth had the upper hand. It’s clear he had a gameplan early on to have Travis Levitt at his mercy, gave him no room to breathe while delivering every move he could muster into his arsenal, it was clear Levitt was struggling to fight his way back up to Sabertooth without being immediately shut down. But like his namesake, he kept finding life over and over until he could deliver that Resurrection Kick and leave Sabertooth out for the count.
Chet Kensington: Two of the best performers on the male roster, and this match cemented that. Hard-hitting and occasionally uncomfortable to watch, Sabertooth proved he’s the prototype of the perfect wrestler, but there are still a few flaws in the system, flaws Levitt found a way to exploit to finish him off. A tremendous contest between two pillars of the men's division.
Mark Stephens: An exciting night of action, anticipation building up for our Chapter IV show on the 24th, but that is all the time we have for tonight ladies and gentlemen! On behalf of Chet Kensington, I’ve been Mark Stephens, we will see you next time for more VANGUARD Pro!
[ Levitt kneels in the center of the ring, Sabertooth being assisted up the aisle way by ringside staff as Levitt looks over the chanting VANGUARD faithful before the screen fades to black. ]