Pre-roll
The main event was moments from beginning, made evident by the fact that stage hands were cleaning the ring and getting it ready for the first ever Crimson City defense in BBW history. While the ring was being prepared, the titantron flickered on, catching the attention of the audience. A massive wheel was displayed, showing ten evenly divided segments all around. Each one said "Champion", "Challenger", or "Shanahan", with a flag at the top that would point to whichever won. On top of the wheel was a board with "WHEEL OF MASSACRE" scrawled across in red paint. The camera panned out to reveal the General Manager, Matt Shanahan, standing beside it with a thick smirk on his lips.
"My, what a ride it's been so far, right Washington? We've had a mixture of... mild disappointments, but that's not stopping us from having a ********' excellent main event! I know, you're itching for it to begin, but there's a process we have to adhere to first. You see, when I thought of the Crimson City Championship, I decided that this wasn't going to be some throw-away title like a lot of companies treat their non-world titles. No, this was going to be innovative and a prize to be won in itself. So, I came up with an idea that I'm pretty-damn-sure no other company has tried. And that, my dear friends, brings us to the Wheel of Massacre," Matt paused to motion to the wheel, his eyes turning to admire his creation as well.
"You've heard of Roulette matches, right? Well, you ain't seen anything like this. What makes the Crimson City so innovative is the fact that the champion, the challenger, nor myself can nail down the stipulation it'll be defended under. No, no; we only get a say in what it will be. The champion, challenger, and myself all choose one stipulation or match type that they want to have the belt competed for under. Then, we go to the wheel. It's been divided into ten sections and randomized so that no one has two sections beside each other. The challenger gets two sections, the champion receives three, and I get a whooping five pieces of the pie. We then give it a whirl, and whichever section the flag lands on will be the stipulation for the match."
Matt paused to walk to the other side of the wheel, positioning his right arm at the top of it. "Now, both Omega and Styles have been asked what they want to compete under, with both of them led on to believe that they would be getting their wish. Styles has opted his choice to be an I Quit match; in order for either of them the win, they must make their opponent say 'I Quit' into a microphone for all the world to hear. Now, Omega came up with an interesting idea... he's declared his stipulation to be called the Turn About match. It's rather simple; before being able to secure a pinfall or submission, you gotta perform one of your opponent's finishers. Now, for mine? Well... let's see what the Wheel says first, eh?" Matt gives the camera a wink before giving the Wheel of Massacre a powerful spin downward, sending it spiraling about...
"My, what a ride it's been so far, right Washington? We've had a mixture of... mild disappointments, but that's not stopping us from having a ********' excellent main event! I know, you're itching for it to begin, but there's a process we have to adhere to first. You see, when I thought of the Crimson City Championship, I decided that this wasn't going to be some throw-away title like a lot of companies treat their non-world titles. No, this was going to be innovative and a prize to be won in itself. So, I came up with an idea that I'm pretty-damn-sure no other company has tried. And that, my dear friends, brings us to the Wheel of Massacre," Matt paused to motion to the wheel, his eyes turning to admire his creation as well.
"You've heard of Roulette matches, right? Well, you ain't seen anything like this. What makes the Crimson City so innovative is the fact that the champion, the challenger, nor myself can nail down the stipulation it'll be defended under. No, no; we only get a say in what it will be. The champion, challenger, and myself all choose one stipulation or match type that they want to have the belt competed for under. Then, we go to the wheel. It's been divided into ten sections and randomized so that no one has two sections beside each other. The challenger gets two sections, the champion receives three, and I get a whooping five pieces of the pie. We then give it a whirl, and whichever section the flag lands on will be the stipulation for the match."
Matt paused to walk to the other side of the wheel, positioning his right arm at the top of it. "Now, both Omega and Styles have been asked what they want to compete under, with both of them led on to believe that they would be getting their wish. Styles has opted his choice to be an I Quit match; in order for either of them the win, they must make their opponent say 'I Quit' into a microphone for all the world to hear. Now, Omega came up with an interesting idea... he's declared his stipulation to be called the Turn About match. It's rather simple; before being able to secure a pinfall or submission, you gotta perform one of your opponent's finishers. Now, for mine? Well... let's see what the Wheel says first, eh?" Matt gives the camera a wink before giving the Wheel of Massacre a powerful spin downward, sending it spiraling about...
[Winning numbers:
Omega (Turn About) - 3, 9
Andrew Styles (I Quit) - 2, 5, 7
Matt Shanahan (???) - 1, 4, 6, 8, 10]
Omega (Turn About) - 3, 9
Andrew Styles (I Quit) - 2, 5, 7
Matt Shanahan (???) - 1, 4, 6, 8, 10]
Post-roll
It took the wheel nearly thirty seconds to stop rolling after Shanahan's brutal roll. The entire time, he looked at the camera with a winning smile, sure that he was going to shock the world with his stipulation. After all, the odds were in his favor. But when the wheel came to a halt, Matt's head turned to look at it, and a frown quickly overtook his features. "... The ********> he muttered, then glancing at the camera. "Uh, I'm sorry, it looks like the wheel was stopped prematurely... let's give it another go, eh?" Matt chuckled, almost nervously, before giving the wheel another spin, giving it even more power this time. Somehow, it came around and landed on... another "Champion" slot.
"Are you kidding me?!" Matt roared in response, clearly not happy that the first title defense was going to be an I Quit match. Or maybe he just hated losing that much. "Fine!... Tonight's Crimson City title defense will be... an I Quit match!" Matt spat out, though he tried his best to smile at the camera. As it began to fade away though, the General Manager stormed off muttering curses to himself...
"The following contest is for the Crimson City Championship, and is scheduled as an I Quit match! In order to win, a competitor must make their opponent announce 'I Quit'! Introducing first..."
[Due to this being up later than any other match, it will be given six days of leeway compared to the rest of the card. Please have it done though, happy holidays and merry Christmas.]
[Due to this being up later than any other match, it will be given six days of leeway compared to the rest of the card. Please have it done though, happy holidays and merry Christmas.]
