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 Posted: Mon May 08, 2023 2:14 pm
8th May 2023 - 22nd May 2023
One Day Auto-Hit
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2023 6:03 pm
The lights go out in the packed stadium full of a raucous Puerto Rican crowd. The fans had a long history of throwing alternators, stabbings, and riots. The perfect audience for the biggest heel in wrestling right now. Politicks that he, unlike America's true hero Mike Landry, didn't step in and say no to. He took a flat finish win on the Grandest Stage of 'em All. Still had an amazing fist drop though, Lawler-esque with his delivery. Jerry actually showed him how to perfect it on his early days in WWFG, knowing he used to work the Tennessee circuits as a ring boy in his early teenage years. That was a gig Paul got him while the coach was making serious headway in the Junior Heavyweight Division. Spotlight hits the center of the entrance ramp with but the camera appears backstage at the Irish McNeil Boys' Club.
A slightly trembling camera sits outside the door as it opens and a cloud of smoke begins to fog the screen. Summers walks out in an unzipped Venum Fight Night Walkout 2.0 hoodie with the hood over his face. Paul wearing a blue velour tracksuit with Summers on the back and a towel loosely draped around his neck. He's carrying the World Handicap Champion bowling trophy with him. Vaseline "in the Cut" Man was behind them, full first aid kit on deck. This wasn't for the *Gold Force Wrestling* Crimson King Championship but Puerto Ricans always want a little juice and he knew his greatest contribution would be in the corner tonight. Vaseline Man was hoping for a return tag tournament match with Mr Sex, but the FCC and management shut down the Marauders potential next Brad Kelly. The group start their way down the backstage with security, surprisingly not taking the Jericho getting lost gimmick. Serious business for the King of the Canvas tournament.
Hitting the entrance stage, another massive smoke cloud appears as the trio walk out into the spotlight. The leader of the international conglomerate was wearing his signature glove black glove. If he wasn't a Marauder he'd be a Blackjack. Raising his fist in the middle of stage the lights turn on and Summers lowers his hood. The crowd wasn't fully against him, after all he did taken the Cuban at Wrestlemania but he knew he could get them in his hand.
"Coming to the ring, fighting out of Calllllllaaaabasas, Caliiiiforniaaaaaa, he is the.." the announcer lowers to a hush. "PAW Gold Force Wrestling Crimson King Champioooooon... Shooto Suuuuuuuummers!"
The champ had climbs up the stairs and unstraps the belt and hands it to Paul. Shooto walks to the center of the ring and wipes his boots on mat before entering through the center rope. He walks to the center of the ring and raises his gloved fist once more. Summers would head to his friendly far corner and take off his UFC Venum hoodie to hand to Vaseline "in the Cut" Man while he waited on his opponent.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2023 8:25 pm
The sound of microphones muffling and being blown into can be heard as the camera swivels over to the announce table. Shoving his way past crew members, Staff Member Russo, flanked by Michael Tarver, holding a folded New York style pizza commandeers the booth in his Ed Hardy hoodie. Color commentator, Jerry The King Lawler, initially unsettled by the sight of the most creative man in the history of wrestling, is immediately put at ease at the sight of the familiar swirls, bedazzled skulls, snakes and gypsy women that adorned the outfit of the controversial genius. Ross, on the other hand, grumbles something out of the corner of his mouth clearly not happy with the unwelcome guest commentator.
JR: What in god's name is going on here King?! First Summers comes out here with these... With these THUGS... And then, we've got the devil himself Staffmember Russo joining us at booth?!! How much more help does this young man need?!! You just keep stacking the deck, don't you?! You just don't know when to stop, do you?! By god it makes me absolutely SICK to see what you and your cronies have done with this company!!
King: Would you be quiet, JR?? Russo is obviously here for a reason, and a good one at that! I mean, Summers is going to need some back-up, you wanna talk about unfair advantages?! What about this Fusion kid?! Coming in here off the back of his family name?? What kind of father would do that, hand his kid a spot on the roster, I'll tell ya Vince, the kids these days, they don't know the value of hard work! It'd do this Avari fella a lot of good to strike out on his own!
Vince: You know what, Jerry.... I couldn't...... Agree........ More..... Bro..... As far as this Fusion kid goes, I hope these fans aren't expecting what they saw from him at Wrestlemania here against Summers. I mean, what do they pay these guys by the hour?? There's no way in HELL you're going to get 16 pages out of my client, especially not in a B-country like Puerto Rico. I mean, seriously, have you tried the water here?? I expect the boss to make quick work of this young PUNK.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 2:52 am
The raucous crowd here in Puerto Rico were building up the hype, with the return of Summers and the second match of he young Fusion. As Summers prepares himself in the ring, the crowd wait anxiously for the second entrance.
A guitar riff cuts out the noise as the beginning to Black Flame rings out across the arena.
[Black Flame - Bury Tomorrow]
Here I stand, alone, with hate
Here I stand, too long, too late
All I know, is you will leave us all
Here I stand, alone, to fall
A flurry of fireworks shoot in an arc on either side of the stage, going back and forth several times before simmering down in to a low 'fizz' that keeps going.
Avari Fusion, the son of Nuke Fusion, steps out on stage to a loud pop from the crowd. Wearing jeans, boots, and a flourishing blue jacket, ready to steal the show just like at WrestleMania.
The crowd let out a huge cheer for the new fan favourite, as he put out his arms in an 'eagle' motion.
Oh my Brother, how could you?
Not look into the eyes of your fellow man
Who stood with you, through it all
And feel nothing in your heart but hate
Avari walked out to the edge of the stage, looking over the ramp and at the crowd left and right, who were still buzzing for the spectacle. He nodded his head as the announcer came over the PA.
"Making his way to the ring.. weighing in at 230 pounds.. fighting from London, England and residing in Toronto, Ontario.. Avari! Fusion!"
Another loud pop came for Avari as he breathed in deep and readied himself for another bout here, knowing that this could be the first step towards a destiny he always envisioned; becoming World Champion.
Red stain on the blade
All sense of worth has been washed away
Sacrifice was all in vain
Where's the sense of guilt? Where's the shame?
Eventually reaching the ring, Avari slides under the bottom rope and rolls, standing up on his feet. He takes a walk to one of the corners and hops up on to the turnbuckle, raising a fist in the air to another pop from the crowd.
Lost soul in the unmarked grave
We have given a name
Black flame
In death we are all the same
Remain, black flame
He takes the time to go to each turnbuckle and repeat the process, soaking in the crowd as he does so.
Eventually the music dies down as Avari slowly removes his blue jacket, passing it to a stage hand as he readies himself for the match,
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 3:54 am
Big Shooto Style saw familiar faces arrive and figured this was going to be a cakewalk. Russo had been a power broker in wrestling, collecting power and using it to maneuver the group appropriately. A venture capitalist and man who has read The Art of the Deal, Russo was always a good man to have on your side, especially when he is walking around the most dangerous man in professional wrestling, Michael Tarver. Though there was something to be said about keeping the king of Swerve Style on your side, the results spoke for themself after Wrestlemania.
Out comes Avari Fusion. Second generation big shot coming in hot to the scene after his Wrestlemania clash with another nepo-baby, Marcus Damone. In a lot of ways, Summers respected that kind of hustle. However, the Summers would attempt to show no respect to the young upstart by kicking off the match before the bell with a big Shooto elbow to the face as Avari turns around after handing off his jacket.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 4:26 am
Avari hadn't even had a chance to prepare himself after taking off his jacket, as he turns straight in to a hard elbow to the head. Immediately he drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope, nursing the injury for a moment and checking for any signs of blood.
The ref reprimands Salem as the crowd jeer on from the sneaky but effective move!
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 4:40 am
Summers points at his head as the referee reprimands Salem in the opener on the night. Salem was known as the Copperhead so it only made sense that he'd be a snake against the majestic Bison. The Puerto Rican crowd was in the palm of Summers's hand and he knew it was time to show off his Shooto. Running to the opposite ropes, Summers bounces back and hits a speedy Backlund Duck Walk back towards Avari. Business was picking up with that move. Paul starts twirling the towel in the air. When Summers makes it to Avari, he'd look to reach out and drag him into the ring to keep from going outlaw early.
"Come here you little sonuva-"
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 4:48 am
Avari thinks he's getting away, but is instead dragged back to the ring by the pursuing Summers. He grunts in pain a little, turning around a little blind and trying to keep his arms up to defend his body and face.
The crowd certainly were already interested in the immediate pace of the match, especially as it was Avari who came out of the blocks in his debut match at Mania. This one was starting off a little different.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 5:09 am
Summers was a master technician before his exodus but after hearing the biggest talking heads and tastemakers of the day belittle his craft, the Hall of Famer knew he needed to switch things up. Developing a bit of Jeff Jarrett Jiu Jitsu, that's Quadruple J to you Slapnuts, and taking two boxing classes at the local YMCA, Summers had become a Shooto expert. Paul is still whirling the towel.
Knowing he had to stay on the attack, the leader of the Marauders aimed a swift kick to the ankle of Avari.
"Whhhhhaaaaaaachaaaaaaaaa!!.."
Summers was trying to soften it for his signature Heel Hook or Spinning Toe Hold. He was looking to build his Shooto brand with a quick tap out for the King of the Canvas. There was also some talk at the Irish McNeils Boys' Club about a couple of parlays being thrown down full of prop bets on the match. Summers was known to double dip a winner's purse and a wager. Almost like the Floud Mayweather of professional wrestling.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 5:18 am
Avari puts his arms up to defend himself, but just isn't expecting the low ankle kick as it takes him off guard. He pulls up in reaction and hops for a second, reeling in a little pain as he leans towards the ropes instinctively.
He mutters to himself, "Can't let him stay on the offensive, Avari, sort it out", as he turns back to Summers.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 9:22 am
"Speak up you little mush mouthed moron." Summers responds to the inaudible words of Avari. The champ would flex his bicep as he moved closer to the fresh Fusion. Like a shark to blood, Summers stalks after the young prospect to the ropes, looking to grab him in a headlock with his flexing bicep and gloved hand, left side, and lean him into the ropes further. "Turn around, shoot off, drop down, dropkick." Shooto whispered to the young gun knowing this was the spot to pick up the crowd known to love action, high flying or hardcore. No one was calling action in the ring anymore, it was all Macho Man epics and the veteran was trying to teach the youth how Paul taught him.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 9:25 am
Avari was squeezed towards the ropes and heard the whisper, raised an eyebrow slightly and then waited to see if this was a ruse or not.
There was an air of unsureness, Fusion would go along with the instructions but really wasn't sure if this was a ploy to get his guard down.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 9:45 am
Avari rolls Summers into the ropes deep enough to send the larger veteran across the ring. Racing back to Avari, Summers had to clear the young wrestler who was following his instructions to a tee. Hitting the ropes hard and low, the champ runs towards Fusion only to be met by a picture perfect dropkick to the nose. Summers would drop like a sack of oranges, crumbling and holding his face.
The leader of the most over faction since X-Rated scrambled over to his friendly corner and sit rested in the bottom turnbuckle. Holding up his hands in a 'T' shaped he yelled out, "TIMEOUT!!... ahhh-" in between heavy breathes. Paul would take the brief moment to wipe Summers's face so Vaseline Man could slap some slabs of the slick stuff to his forehead.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 9:49 am
Avari actually chuckled to himself as the crowd cheered on, now seeing the kind of game that the veteran Summers was on. Where he thought he was going to have a war again, perhaps he could have some fun with this!
Fusion walks towards Summers with intent, looking to press his knee up against his opponent's face. As he does so he leans in and whispers back,
"How about you rake my eyes or something? Make it look super dirty and heel-ish?" he mentions, in a naïve and inexperienced manner.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2023 11:16 am
Ahh... Who does this little c**t think he is? I kept his dad afloat for years in E:E. I put food on his plate for his childhood and this is how he repays me? A knee in the face? Calling spots out to veteran like I can't work heel?
The pain of the disrespect was almost worse than the grinding of the denim thread against his face. Summers didn't hate the call though. Nice spot, he might pull out to get back some heat later on, when Fusion won't expect it. Paul yells out from the stop, "Knock it off you little s**t! Where's stripes?!" The referee would come over to the corner to check out the two competitors positioning and start his count to create a separation.
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