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Post by TWN on Sept 1, 2020 22:04:46 GMT -5
Sara Cross wins the battle royal and is rewarded with a final 10 spot in the Remembrance Battle Royal.
Chris Styles wins convincingly over Enforcer.
Centurion defeats Geri Vayden in their Grudge Match. An emotional Geri waves to the fans as Derrick Vayden comes out and gives her a kiss. Centurion shakes her hand as Geri retires.
Jacob Cheney and Vonn Richter battled to a no contest.
Nirvana made quick work of Taysia Lattimore.
OOC : Have had PC Issues. Only segment to be turned in was the main event one. Will be back to normal this week.
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Post by TWN on Sept 1, 2020 22:11:21 GMT -5
The lights go out then come back on as blood red in color, Morbid Dream slowly walks down the ramp to the ring followed by Nirvana as the camera gets a close up on his black and white painted face. Morbid is holding the smileyface mask of current day Carnivore as he places it on the ring apron. Morbid enters the ring and poses.
Trey: The challenger, now known as Morbid Dream has entered the ring. I hope he answers for his actions last week.
Case: What actions? He, being the challenger, got an upper hand on our World Champion.
Morbid Dream: I'm this way because Nirvana showed me the path. I was at the bottom of a near vertical cliff, I was alone. Also, I’m this way because of my journey. I know what it's like to go through hard times. I know what it’s like to be desperate. I know what it's like to go down a dark barren path. I could win the World Championship, this was my state of mind night after night as I lay gazing up. It was a dream I had more than once over the previous few nights. That seems like a distant dream, but I can do just that...dream.
The crowd responds to this with loud boos, none of which garner a reaction from either of the two.
Trey: No love lost for Morbid Dream here.
Case: I for one love the drive.
Kylie: Well, now that you are here Dream...I guess that now we are waiting on Madman…
"Pemex" rips through the arena, bringing a raucous reaction from the crowd. With the Revo1 HorrorCore Championship in his left hand and the Revo1 World Championship in his right, Madman Szalinski jogs his way down to the ring quickly.
Trey: Madman isn't waiting! He's not dressed to wrestle, he's here to fight!
Case: He's actually here to sign a contract, Trey…
Madman slides into the ring feet first, hopping to his feet and dropping both titles. Kylie is quick to stand between Madman and Dream, and Madman only points in his direction.
Kylie: Not until Rememberance! Madman, that's enough!
Madman: I'll get you, bitch.
Kylie: Madman! Sign the contract! Everything's right here!
Madman: Hand it over…
Madman takes the contract, the pen shaking in his hand. He reads through the contract briefly, nodding with a surprised look when he flips the page. He signs the bottom line, hands both back, and grins.
Madman: Fine by me.
Kylie: You don't even want to…
Madman: Nope. I'll take it.
Kylie: Well...all right. And you, Dream? Morbid quickly signs the contract in the red pen.
Kylie looks at both men as she raises her microphone back to her lips.
Kylie: Since neither of you took time to look over the contract. Allow me to explain. The ring is not big enough to contain you. The stipulation is a two out of three falls... Falls count ANYWHERE in New York City! No holds barred. You could kill each other...only please don't because well insurance.
Suddenly Madman makes his move by lunging at Dream….who only points upward to the Tron.
Trey: Look! There is Apokalypse again!
The sound of a crying child is heard. Running through the hallways of the arena is Apok, carrying the Baby Madman over his shoulder.
Trey: This is kidnapping!
Madman falls to his knees, frozen in time. Dream and Nirvana exit the ring at this point, slowly but confidently.
Trey: Where are they taking the kid? He's just a kid! He has nothing to do with this!
Apok and Baby Madman enter a running car, getting in the back seat. A waiting driver, unidentified, drives them away. The copyright logos to close the show end on Madman still kneeling in the ring, his face in hands.
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