Post by TWN on Sept 24, 2020 22:57:39 GMT -5
Standing in the center of the ring, with all the lights shining down on her, is ring announcer Alara Miles.
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Remeberance Open Battle Royal!
The fans pop.
Trey: All right! Are you ready, Case?
Case: I hope so, we've had a bunch of battle royals leading up to this..leave it to Kylie Moore to book a tournament of battle royals.
Alara: The match wil start with the first two participants, and every sixty seconds another entrant will come down until all the participants have entered! Elimination will occur only by going over the top rope, and both feet touching the floor! Introducing entrant number one...
The cameras move to the entrance area, where the first entrant slowly walks out without theme music.
Alara: Phoenix LeStrange!
Trey: The former Trinity Wrestling Television Champion is first up!
Case: Not a good place to be, being one or two, because you've got to get through the entire list to win the prize!
Trey: And with a shot at the Revo1 World title at Christmas Chaos being that prize, Case, you know everyone's going to come with everything they got!
Phoenix rolls in, under the bottom rope, and gets to her feet.
Alara: And number two...Sierra Silver!
Sierra Silver bursts out of the locker room and attempts a world record sprint to the ring.
Trey: LOOK OUT! HERE COMES SIERRA!
Case: Total waste of energy...
Sierra slides into the ring, jumping from her stomach to her feet. She goes right to Phoenix, who leaps over the top rope and onto the floor. Sierra grabs the top rope, and leaps over with a plancha!
Case: Another total waste of energy, Trey!
Trey: Sierra Silver just took out Phoenix with that body press out of the ring...Phoenix is back up, she's running for her life!
Phoenix leaps the barricade, with Sierra nipping at her heels. The fans get out of the way as best they can, as Phoenix and Sierra run through the arena.
Trey: What on earth?
Case: Look! I think the ref's counted them both out!
Alara Miles gets the instructions, nods, and lifts the mic to her mouth.
Alara: Phoenix LeStrange and Sierra Silver have been eliminated!
The crowd boos loudly, as both women disappear into the back.
Case: Oh, that's a GREAT start to a battle royal right there.
Trey: Whatever issue those two had with each other, it is definitely personal!
Case: How much time do we even have until the next one comes out?
Trey: I think we've still got at least twenty seconds, Case.
Case: Oh, good Lord. We have to find a way to kill some time...
Trey: And speaking of bad blood, what about that main event tonight? Madman Szalinski defends the World title against Morbid Dream, the man with a thousand names?
Case: Jesus Christ, Trey. You don't hard sell a PPV ON THE PPV. We already got their money! These dumbasses paid $29.99 for a two-match show! They don't want to hear you sell them the show they're already kicking themselves for buying!
Trey: I sincerely hope they fire you, Case.
Case: Shut up, the morons are counting down for us.
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Case: OUCH! My ears!
Trey: All right, who's out next! Who is it?
The fans burst into cheers, and the gleam of the Revo1 International Championship gives it away before anyone can say his name.
Trey: It's Miles! Miles A. Way!
Case: Oh Jesus Christ, not this kid!
Trey: Miles A. Way is next out!
Case: And he's literally got nobody to fight for at least sixty seconds! Give me a break!
Trey: Wait a minute, we're going to go to our cameraman in the back...wait a minute! What the hell is going on?
The scene shifts to the concessions stand, where Phoenix LeStrange jumps a counter to enter the kitchen area. Sierra Silver runs into the counter, just brushing her with her fingertips. Sierra, frustrated, yells out towards Phoenix. She responds by throwing a giant plastic jar of nacho cheese, which Sierra barely dodges in time.
Case: SAVE THE QUESO DIP!
Sierra returns the favor by grabbing a trash can, half dumping it and half tossing it.
Case: OH! SHIT!
Security, concessions workers, and even two police officers quickly intervene to grab Sierra. Shouting is all that can be heard, with nobody's words standing out above the others enough to make any sense.
Case: Yeah! Arrest that rioter!
Trey: Are you joking me, Case!
Case: Hell no, I'm not joking you Trey! She totally wrecked that stand!
Trey: This thing with Phoenix LeStrange and Sierra Silver is far from over, let me tell you...
Case: It's over for now, that's for sure! I think Phoenix just escaped out the back door! She is gone, Trey!
Trey: Wow...just, wow.
Back to ringside, we see Miles stretching against the ropes, getting ready to count down with the crowd.
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Case: God damn it! I'm gonna be deaf by the end of this damn show!
Trey: Who is Miles' first challenge?
Number four makes his way to the ring, jogging down the aisle.
Trey: It's Sylk Michaels! Sylk Michaels!
Case: If I kept notes, I wouldn't have any on this girl.
Trey: She is a newcomer to this business, but she's definitely tough!
Silk enters the ring, but with only Miles across from her neither are too hasty to start the physicalities. They do eventually tie up, with Miles getting the upper hand by backing Sylk into the corner. Miles attempts to shoot Sylk off with an Irish whip, but it is reversed. Miles jumps to the middle turnbuckle, leaping back with a crossbody as Sylk comes his way.
Trey: Miles with the quickness. Nobody knows the air better than Miles!
Sylk quickly rolls Miles off her, kipping up to her feet. Miles runs in again, but Sylk sidesteps to put him back into the corner. Sylk tries to lift Miles up onto the top turnbuckle, but Miles hangs on and locks his feet in with the bottom rope.
Trey: Miles A. Way is another youngster, but ironically he's probably got the longest streak of success with this company out of anybody else!
Case: Yeah, there's a lot of youngbloods in this company, and I get that you want to hire 'em young and cheap so they can grow up to be your money makers. But seriously? Miles A. Way and Sylk Michaels are who this company's going to put their future in?
Having been whipped to the opposite corner, Miles again goes for the leap to the corner and the crossbody. But this time, Sylk meets him head-on with a superkick.
Trey: OH MY GOD!
Case: Wow. All right, that's a good one!
Miles lays flat on the canvas as Sylk takes a moment to catch her breath.
Trey: She kicked him out of the air! What a move!
Case: Okay, that's one kick! What else can they do?
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Case: I'm going to break that fucking buzzer, I swear to God I am...
Boos ring out throughout the arena, and the fifth entrant plays them all up.
Trey: Anya Coyle...you know she smells the blood in the water, Case!
Case: That's what battle royals are all about Trey! Capitalizing on your best chances to eliminate anybody and everybody that you can!
Anya Coyle takes her time coming down, although she speeds up once Sylk notices her. Anya grabs one of Sylk's feet, climbing up onto the ring apron once she's brought her down. Anya steps through the ropes, kneeing Sylk in the side of the head as she tries to get up. Anya throws a pair of stomps, then brings Sylk back up by the head. A chop to the chest knocks Sylk back, and Anya pushes her into the corner immediately after.
Case: I think Anya Coyle's got the killer instinct to do well here! Watch this, watch...
Anya delivers another loud, echoing chop to the chest of Sylk Michaels.
Case: Oooooh! What do you think about that, Trey?
Trey: I think Anya's attitude holds her back sometimes, she's got loads of talent...but in a match like this, maybe it does come down to-WHOA!
Miles A. Way careens in from off-camera with a two-footed front dropkick straight to Anya's back, knocking her into Sylk. Anya stumbles backwards a step or two, where Miles is waiting. He spins her around, but quickly drops down low...
Trey: OH MY!
Case: Ouch. That didn't look too pleasant.
Trey: Miles with the drop toe hold just as Sylk came out of the corner with a lariat to the back of the head! What a combination move there, done on the fly! What quick thinking by Miles!
Case: He's still scrawny.
Sylk and Miles team-lift Anya, then deposit her into a corner. They each get to work on trying to roll Anya over the top rope, but she has the presence of mind to hang on.
Trey: Anya Coyle is hanging on...it looks like they're going to have some more company...
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Trey: Who's coming out next? Who is...
The crowd bursts with cheers, and with the absence of theme music the entire audience begins to sing...
Trey: Oh, yeah! This guy damn sure ain't scrawny, Case!
As the crowd sings the Soviet Union National Anthem, Pasha himself towers over the entrance and walks towards the ring with intent.
Trey: It's Pasha! The big man! It's gonna take everyone in this battle royal to throw him over the top rope!
Case: Honestly, seeing him just fling all three of them out into the crowd would be worth paying thirty bucks to see.
Pasha steps onto the apron and over the top rope, then into the ring. All three competitors already there just stare at him in awe.
Case: Yeah. Now what? Now what are you gonna do?
Miles, Sylk and Anya look at each other and then at Pasha. Sylk pushes Anya towards Pasha, who shoves her back so hard she knocks both herself and Sylk down. Miles just looks over at Pasha, who smiles and gestures away from the pile in front of him. Miles quickly gets to the other side of the ring.
Case: Hahahahaha! Run, little pipsqueak!
Anya fiercely tries to kick Pasha in the leg, but it does nothing. Anya scampers away on her backside, but has no more room to run once she hits the corner. Pasha simply waits for her to stand up. Pasha raises one of his hands, using the other to point outside of the ring.
Trey: I don't think anyone in this thing is going to be able to lift one of his legs, much less all of him...
Sylk Michaels jumps onto Pasha's back, trying to get a chinlock.
Case: Sylk's got the right idea!
Anya reaches up to try and help pull down on Pasha's head.
Case: The power of teamwork, right there!
Pasha swings Sylk around, knocking Anya over. Reaching over his head, Pasha drops to one knee and snapmares Sylk Michaels over onto the canvas.
Trey: It's going to take a lot more than that, Case!
Pasha stumbles forward after an Anya Coyle shoulderblock to the back of his knee. Anya runs to the ropes, rebounding back quickly. Pasha scoops her up...
Trey: Oh! What's going to happen here?
Pasha walks to the ropes, dropping Anya over the top rope. Anya hangs on, not quite eliminated. Sylk Michaels tries to pick up one of Pasha's feet, but all Pasha has to do is slam it back down onto the mat and Sylk is pushed away.
Case: I don't even know why they put him in this thing, Trey! This is an obvious mismatch!
Trey: It does look like Pasha's got an advantage in this match...
Sylk rushes in at Pasha again, who simply sidesteps her and holds down the top rope.
Case: There she goes!
Trey: Sylk Michaels is eliminated by Pasha!
Case: And it's time for number seven!
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Trey: Ginger Snaps! Ginger Snaps is next out!
Case: Meh. Doesn't matter. Pasha is on a roll!
Giner Snaps slaps some fans' hands on the way down the aisle. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Anya slides back in from the apron and instead of targeting Pasha, decides to throw a front kick to Miles' midsection.
Case: Huh, I forgot he was still here!
Trey: Ginger Snaps gets in there, and I don't think she's in any hurry to go after Pasha, Case!
Indeed, Ginger opts to target Anya Coyle with a forearm to the back. Miles slithers away, while Ginger works Anya over in the corner. When Ginger tries to put one of Anya's feet over the top rope, Anya is able to reverse the position and hold Ginger in the corner.
Case: Here's the action we were all waiting on! Now the ring's getting full...even if half of it is just Pasha.
Anya whips Ginger Snaps out of the corner, who leapfrogs an unsuspecting Miles. Anya runs in, knocking Miles down with a clothesline. Ginger returns from the corner, hitting a dropkick on Anya. Pasha, standing in another corner, just watches on.
Case: Trey, do you have any idea how many more people we got left?
Trey: We have a total of ten entrants, Case, and number eight will be coming down in just a few more seconds...
Ginger and Miles both pick Anya up from the mat, double-whipping her towards Pasha. Pasha hiptosses Anya high into the air, over the ropes, and backside-first onto the ring apron!
Trey: Ouch! And Anya Coyle is out!
Case: Almost had her out in the crowd!
Trey: Thank God, Anya's okay...other than being eliminated from this match, and the shot at the Revo1 World Championship...
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Trey: It's Sara Cross! Sara Cross is number eight!
Case: Why the hell do we keep hiring these bubbly ass women thinking they'll be good wrestlers?
Trey: Sara Cross IS a good wrestler, Case!
Sara Cross slides into the ring, locking up with Ginger Snaps. Cross uses a wristlock to control the pace, then an arm drag in the center of the ring.
Case: This is not the time for mat wrestling, throw her over the top and be done with it!
Trey: I think some good technical wrestling is a great change of pace for a match like this!
Sara Cross continues working the arm of Ginger Snaps, while Pasha and Miles just loook at each other from across the ring.
Trey: I think they're content to just let these two women fight it out! Miles doesn't want to go anywhere near Pasha!
Case: If I were Pasha, I would have already thrown all three of them out by now! Just because I could!
Trey: Well, fortunately, you're not Pasha.
Ginger Snaps reverses the arm lock, pulling on Sara's hair to bring her to the mat. Ginger drops a quick legdrop across Cross' face.
Trey: I do believe it's about time for our next contestant, Case!
Case: Yeah, yeah, maybe this one will get Pasha to start fighting!
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Trey: Thomas Snow is number nine! This guy knows a thing or two about winning battle royals, Case!
Case: Yeah, he sure did get lucky one time and hasn't shut up about it since!
Trey: Can lightning strike twice for The Trinity?
Thomas Snow goes straight to the top rope, hitting a flipping senton onto a standing Miles A. Way. Every ass in the building is out of its seat, and almost every mouth is cheering.
Trey: This crowd is fired up!
Ginger Snaps whips Thomas to the ropes, but he rolls away from a spinning heel kick. Both get up, and both miss standing dropkicks.
Trey: These two are fired up!
Case: Now it's sinking in what everyone is fighting for!
Ginger Snaps goes for a DDT, but Snow escapes. Snow goes for one of his own, but Ginger breaks out of that too. A shove sends Thomas back to the ropes, and Ginger is quick to capitalize...
Case: Whoa! Hang time!
Trey: Thomas Snow just gave Ginger Snaps a back body drop over the top rope! Ginger Snaps is eliminated!
Case: Eliminated from the match and maybe from life! I don't say this lightly, someone might wanna get her some milk!
A replay is shown, this time from the angle of outside the ring. Ginger Snaps' head misses the ring apron by millimeters, and the only thing to break her near ten foot drop is a thin layer of padding over the arena's concrete floor. Back to live action, where Thomas Snow goes towards Miles in the corner.
Trey: Thank God, she's okay, I think she's okay...but we still have four more people in the ring, plus one more entrant, to go!
Case: All of it is just stalling before the inevitable. Pasha squashes them all, cries about it because big man have feelings, then we move on.
Thomas Snow and Miles A. Way trade punches in the corner. Sara Cross is actually trying to lift Pasha's legs up, with no help or backup, and Pasha is merely giving her tips on how to lift with her back and not her knees. Seriously. Sara does get one of his legs up, knocking him off balance!
Trey: Dear God! Sara Cross just surprised everyone with that bit of strength there!
Pasha catches himself before he leans over the ropes, and with one big hand he shoves Cross off of him, sending her rolling across the ring!
Trey: Pasha is just too big and too strong. It's time for our final entrant...
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Trey: Who is our final contestant?
From the curtain steps out a large, muscular man. He wears a dark blue T-shirt with a light blue logo of a mountain. He is wearing a mouthguard with fangs, and mixed martial arts apparel.
Trey: That's Aleksandr Baranov! That's GCC fighter Aleksandr Baranov!
The big Russian makes his way down the aisle, pointing directly at the big man. The crowd starts to boo, realizing that Baranov is targeting their favorite giant.
Case: Oh, man oh man OH MAN! THIS IS GONNA BE SUCH GOOD SHIT, TREY!
Baranov climbs the ring stairs, stepping through the ropes slowly. While Miles and Sara Cross fight with trying to get Thomas Snow out of the ring, Baranov and Pasha meet nose-to-chest in the middle of the ring.
Case: I know Pasha's got the size advantage here, but look at Baranov's muscles! Trey?
Trey: Aleksandr Baranov is a striking specialist in mixed martial arts, but I don't think he's ever stepped foot inside a pro wrestling ring before!
Pasha and Baranov don't say a word, they just stare down their intensity to each other.
Trey: Baranov enters the open battle royal..he and Pasha are about to go at it!
A shove by Baranov is returned by a shove by Pasha. Neither man backs down, and it is Baranov who strikes first with one right hand - that knocks Pasha back further than he's ever been knocked back since Revolution1 was Trinity!
Trey: HERE THEY GO!
Pasha hits Baranov with a right hand of his own, bending Baranov over but not sending him down. Baranov hits another right hand, and when Pasha bends down he grabs a hand full of the back of Pasha's head...
Trey: Aleksandr Baranov...VICIOUS STANDING LARIAT! AND PASHA DOES NOT GO DOWN!
Pasha stumbles backwards, and Baranov walks right up to him...
Trey: HE PICKED HIM UP!
Case: NO FUCKIN' WAY, TREY! HE PICKED HIM UP!
Trey: ALEKSANDR BARANOV JUST ELIMINATED PASHA!
After being scooped up and dropped onto the ring apron, Pasha lands feet-first on the outside. He simply stares daggers at Baranov in the ring, who snarls and points to the fangs on his mouthguard. The crowd boos loud, prompting Baranov to scream something about "a real Russian man" out to them.
Trey: I cannot believe what I just saw! Baranov picked the man up like he was a sack of gravel!
Baranov jaws with some more of the fans, never seeing Thomas Snow and Sara Cross come up behind him.
Trey: Snow and Cross eliminate Baranov!
Case: Damnit! I didn't even have time to say Baranov was my new pick to win!
The crowd continues to boo Baranov, and a swarm of officials have already gotten between he and Pasha.
Case: Welp, it's one of these three.
Trey: One of these three will be the new number one contender for the Revolution1 World Championship! Who is it going to be? Thomas Snow, the former World Champion? Miles A. Way, the current International Champion? Or will it be newcomer Sara Cross?
With the final three all looking down at each other, the tension is even higher. Thomas Snow, a veteran of this situation, is first to strike by grabbing Miles. He wants a rear waistlock, but Miles gets out and puts one on himself. Miles switches to a side headlock, but before he can hit the bulldog Sara Cross hits a flying kneelift. Miles is bumped back to the corner, and Thomas Snow bursts up to hit Sara with a standing hurricanrana. With Sara across the ring, Thomas turns back to Miles, geting ready to whip him across the corner, but Miles puts his foot up and knocks Thomas back.
Trey: They're all fighting their hearts out for this, Case...
Case: First one to blink goes home!
Sara Cross grabs Thomas, going for a snap suplex. Thomas floats over, landing on his feet behind Sara. He goes for a rear waistlock, but Sara moves forward to the ropes. Bouncing in, she flings Thomas back away from her. He rolls backwards to his feet, and runs in...
Case: Thomas, you moron!
Trey: Sara Cross ducks down, and Thomas Snow is out!
Case: Come on, I thought that guy knew what to do in battle royals!
Trey: Well, it's come down to the final two! Sara Cross, or Miles A. Way! One of them is leaving here with a world title shot!
The two competitors look at each other as they look up at the Christmas Chaos sign. A smirk comes across the face of Cross as the fans get behind both competitors. The cheers echo as they lock up, both slghtly out of breath.
Trey: One of these competitors will go on to face the champion at Christmas Chaos.
Case: Who will it be? The long time champion, Miles, or the mysterious newcomer, Cross?
Back in the ring they begin exchanging rights and lefts as Miles gets the upper hand. Miles hits the ropes and attempts a crossbody on Cross who ducks as Miles flies through the ropes and to the outside. Miles' eyes become wider as he realizes how close he was to being eliminated. He slides back into the ring as they begin exchanging blows again. This time Sara attempts a crossbody but Miles catches her in mid air. Sara shifts her weight as both competitors tumble over the top rope. After a couple moments the bell rings as Miles flips over the top rope and back into the ring.
Trey: Did his feet hit the floor?
Case: I think we are about to find out.
Alara: Your winner of the match and NEW Number one contender... MILES A. WAY... the Frequent FLYER!
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Remeberance Open Battle Royal!
The fans pop.
Trey: All right! Are you ready, Case?
Case: I hope so, we've had a bunch of battle royals leading up to this..leave it to Kylie Moore to book a tournament of battle royals.
Alara: The match wil start with the first two participants, and every sixty seconds another entrant will come down until all the participants have entered! Elimination will occur only by going over the top rope, and both feet touching the floor! Introducing entrant number one...
The cameras move to the entrance area, where the first entrant slowly walks out without theme music.
Alara: Phoenix LeStrange!
Trey: The former Trinity Wrestling Television Champion is first up!
Case: Not a good place to be, being one or two, because you've got to get through the entire list to win the prize!
Trey: And with a shot at the Revo1 World title at Christmas Chaos being that prize, Case, you know everyone's going to come with everything they got!
Phoenix rolls in, under the bottom rope, and gets to her feet.
Alara: And number two...Sierra Silver!
Sierra Silver bursts out of the locker room and attempts a world record sprint to the ring.
Trey: LOOK OUT! HERE COMES SIERRA!
Case: Total waste of energy...
Sierra slides into the ring, jumping from her stomach to her feet. She goes right to Phoenix, who leaps over the top rope and onto the floor. Sierra grabs the top rope, and leaps over with a plancha!
Case: Another total waste of energy, Trey!
Trey: Sierra Silver just took out Phoenix with that body press out of the ring...Phoenix is back up, she's running for her life!
Phoenix leaps the barricade, with Sierra nipping at her heels. The fans get out of the way as best they can, as Phoenix and Sierra run through the arena.
Trey: What on earth?
Case: Look! I think the ref's counted them both out!
Alara Miles gets the instructions, nods, and lifts the mic to her mouth.
Alara: Phoenix LeStrange and Sierra Silver have been eliminated!
The crowd boos loudly, as both women disappear into the back.
Case: Oh, that's a GREAT start to a battle royal right there.
Trey: Whatever issue those two had with each other, it is definitely personal!
Case: How much time do we even have until the next one comes out?
Trey: I think we've still got at least twenty seconds, Case.
Case: Oh, good Lord. We have to find a way to kill some time...
Trey: And speaking of bad blood, what about that main event tonight? Madman Szalinski defends the World title against Morbid Dream, the man with a thousand names?
Case: Jesus Christ, Trey. You don't hard sell a PPV ON THE PPV. We already got their money! These dumbasses paid $29.99 for a two-match show! They don't want to hear you sell them the show they're already kicking themselves for buying!
Trey: I sincerely hope they fire you, Case.
Case: Shut up, the morons are counting down for us.
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Case: OUCH! My ears!
Trey: All right, who's out next! Who is it?
The fans burst into cheers, and the gleam of the Revo1 International Championship gives it away before anyone can say his name.
Trey: It's Miles! Miles A. Way!
Case: Oh Jesus Christ, not this kid!
Trey: Miles A. Way is next out!
Case: And he's literally got nobody to fight for at least sixty seconds! Give me a break!
Trey: Wait a minute, we're going to go to our cameraman in the back...wait a minute! What the hell is going on?
The scene shifts to the concessions stand, where Phoenix LeStrange jumps a counter to enter the kitchen area. Sierra Silver runs into the counter, just brushing her with her fingertips. Sierra, frustrated, yells out towards Phoenix. She responds by throwing a giant plastic jar of nacho cheese, which Sierra barely dodges in time.
Case: SAVE THE QUESO DIP!
Sierra returns the favor by grabbing a trash can, half dumping it and half tossing it.
Case: OH! SHIT!
Security, concessions workers, and even two police officers quickly intervene to grab Sierra. Shouting is all that can be heard, with nobody's words standing out above the others enough to make any sense.
Case: Yeah! Arrest that rioter!
Trey: Are you joking me, Case!
Case: Hell no, I'm not joking you Trey! She totally wrecked that stand!
Trey: This thing with Phoenix LeStrange and Sierra Silver is far from over, let me tell you...
Case: It's over for now, that's for sure! I think Phoenix just escaped out the back door! She is gone, Trey!
Trey: Wow...just, wow.
Back to ringside, we see Miles stretching against the ropes, getting ready to count down with the crowd.
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Case: God damn it! I'm gonna be deaf by the end of this damn show!
Trey: Who is Miles' first challenge?
Number four makes his way to the ring, jogging down the aisle.
Trey: It's Sylk Michaels! Sylk Michaels!
Case: If I kept notes, I wouldn't have any on this girl.
Trey: She is a newcomer to this business, but she's definitely tough!
Silk enters the ring, but with only Miles across from her neither are too hasty to start the physicalities. They do eventually tie up, with Miles getting the upper hand by backing Sylk into the corner. Miles attempts to shoot Sylk off with an Irish whip, but it is reversed. Miles jumps to the middle turnbuckle, leaping back with a crossbody as Sylk comes his way.
Trey: Miles with the quickness. Nobody knows the air better than Miles!
Sylk quickly rolls Miles off her, kipping up to her feet. Miles runs in again, but Sylk sidesteps to put him back into the corner. Sylk tries to lift Miles up onto the top turnbuckle, but Miles hangs on and locks his feet in with the bottom rope.
Trey: Miles A. Way is another youngster, but ironically he's probably got the longest streak of success with this company out of anybody else!
Case: Yeah, there's a lot of youngbloods in this company, and I get that you want to hire 'em young and cheap so they can grow up to be your money makers. But seriously? Miles A. Way and Sylk Michaels are who this company's going to put their future in?
Having been whipped to the opposite corner, Miles again goes for the leap to the corner and the crossbody. But this time, Sylk meets him head-on with a superkick.
Trey: OH MY GOD!
Case: Wow. All right, that's a good one!
Miles lays flat on the canvas as Sylk takes a moment to catch her breath.
Trey: She kicked him out of the air! What a move!
Case: Okay, that's one kick! What else can they do?
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Case: I'm going to break that fucking buzzer, I swear to God I am...
Boos ring out throughout the arena, and the fifth entrant plays them all up.
Trey: Anya Coyle...you know she smells the blood in the water, Case!
Case: That's what battle royals are all about Trey! Capitalizing on your best chances to eliminate anybody and everybody that you can!
Anya Coyle takes her time coming down, although she speeds up once Sylk notices her. Anya grabs one of Sylk's feet, climbing up onto the ring apron once she's brought her down. Anya steps through the ropes, kneeing Sylk in the side of the head as she tries to get up. Anya throws a pair of stomps, then brings Sylk back up by the head. A chop to the chest knocks Sylk back, and Anya pushes her into the corner immediately after.
Case: I think Anya Coyle's got the killer instinct to do well here! Watch this, watch...
Anya delivers another loud, echoing chop to the chest of Sylk Michaels.
Case: Oooooh! What do you think about that, Trey?
Trey: I think Anya's attitude holds her back sometimes, she's got loads of talent...but in a match like this, maybe it does come down to-WHOA!
Miles A. Way careens in from off-camera with a two-footed front dropkick straight to Anya's back, knocking her into Sylk. Anya stumbles backwards a step or two, where Miles is waiting. He spins her around, but quickly drops down low...
Trey: OH MY!
Case: Ouch. That didn't look too pleasant.
Trey: Miles with the drop toe hold just as Sylk came out of the corner with a lariat to the back of the head! What a combination move there, done on the fly! What quick thinking by Miles!
Case: He's still scrawny.
Sylk and Miles team-lift Anya, then deposit her into a corner. They each get to work on trying to roll Anya over the top rope, but she has the presence of mind to hang on.
Trey: Anya Coyle is hanging on...it looks like they're going to have some more company...
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Trey: Who's coming out next? Who is...
The crowd bursts with cheers, and with the absence of theme music the entire audience begins to sing...
Trey: Oh, yeah! This guy damn sure ain't scrawny, Case!
As the crowd sings the Soviet Union National Anthem, Pasha himself towers over the entrance and walks towards the ring with intent.
Trey: It's Pasha! The big man! It's gonna take everyone in this battle royal to throw him over the top rope!
Case: Honestly, seeing him just fling all three of them out into the crowd would be worth paying thirty bucks to see.
Pasha steps onto the apron and over the top rope, then into the ring. All three competitors already there just stare at him in awe.
Case: Yeah. Now what? Now what are you gonna do?
Miles, Sylk and Anya look at each other and then at Pasha. Sylk pushes Anya towards Pasha, who shoves her back so hard she knocks both herself and Sylk down. Miles just looks over at Pasha, who smiles and gestures away from the pile in front of him. Miles quickly gets to the other side of the ring.
Case: Hahahahaha! Run, little pipsqueak!
Anya fiercely tries to kick Pasha in the leg, but it does nothing. Anya scampers away on her backside, but has no more room to run once she hits the corner. Pasha simply waits for her to stand up. Pasha raises one of his hands, using the other to point outside of the ring.
Trey: I don't think anyone in this thing is going to be able to lift one of his legs, much less all of him...
Sylk Michaels jumps onto Pasha's back, trying to get a chinlock.
Case: Sylk's got the right idea!
Anya reaches up to try and help pull down on Pasha's head.
Case: The power of teamwork, right there!
Pasha swings Sylk around, knocking Anya over. Reaching over his head, Pasha drops to one knee and snapmares Sylk Michaels over onto the canvas.
Trey: It's going to take a lot more than that, Case!
Pasha stumbles forward after an Anya Coyle shoulderblock to the back of his knee. Anya runs to the ropes, rebounding back quickly. Pasha scoops her up...
Trey: Oh! What's going to happen here?
Pasha walks to the ropes, dropping Anya over the top rope. Anya hangs on, not quite eliminated. Sylk Michaels tries to pick up one of Pasha's feet, but all Pasha has to do is slam it back down onto the mat and Sylk is pushed away.
Case: I don't even know why they put him in this thing, Trey! This is an obvious mismatch!
Trey: It does look like Pasha's got an advantage in this match...
Sylk rushes in at Pasha again, who simply sidesteps her and holds down the top rope.
Case: There she goes!
Trey: Sylk Michaels is eliminated by Pasha!
Case: And it's time for number seven!
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Trey: Ginger Snaps! Ginger Snaps is next out!
Case: Meh. Doesn't matter. Pasha is on a roll!
Giner Snaps slaps some fans' hands on the way down the aisle. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Anya slides back in from the apron and instead of targeting Pasha, decides to throw a front kick to Miles' midsection.
Case: Huh, I forgot he was still here!
Trey: Ginger Snaps gets in there, and I don't think she's in any hurry to go after Pasha, Case!
Indeed, Ginger opts to target Anya Coyle with a forearm to the back. Miles slithers away, while Ginger works Anya over in the corner. When Ginger tries to put one of Anya's feet over the top rope, Anya is able to reverse the position and hold Ginger in the corner.
Case: Here's the action we were all waiting on! Now the ring's getting full...even if half of it is just Pasha.
Anya whips Ginger Snaps out of the corner, who leapfrogs an unsuspecting Miles. Anya runs in, knocking Miles down with a clothesline. Ginger returns from the corner, hitting a dropkick on Anya. Pasha, standing in another corner, just watches on.
Case: Trey, do you have any idea how many more people we got left?
Trey: We have a total of ten entrants, Case, and number eight will be coming down in just a few more seconds...
Ginger and Miles both pick Anya up from the mat, double-whipping her towards Pasha. Pasha hiptosses Anya high into the air, over the ropes, and backside-first onto the ring apron!
Trey: Ouch! And Anya Coyle is out!
Case: Almost had her out in the crowd!
Trey: Thank God, Anya's okay...other than being eliminated from this match, and the shot at the Revo1 World Championship...
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Trey: It's Sara Cross! Sara Cross is number eight!
Case: Why the hell do we keep hiring these bubbly ass women thinking they'll be good wrestlers?
Trey: Sara Cross IS a good wrestler, Case!
Sara Cross slides into the ring, locking up with Ginger Snaps. Cross uses a wristlock to control the pace, then an arm drag in the center of the ring.
Case: This is not the time for mat wrestling, throw her over the top and be done with it!
Trey: I think some good technical wrestling is a great change of pace for a match like this!
Sara Cross continues working the arm of Ginger Snaps, while Pasha and Miles just loook at each other from across the ring.
Trey: I think they're content to just let these two women fight it out! Miles doesn't want to go anywhere near Pasha!
Case: If I were Pasha, I would have already thrown all three of them out by now! Just because I could!
Trey: Well, fortunately, you're not Pasha.
Ginger Snaps reverses the arm lock, pulling on Sara's hair to bring her to the mat. Ginger drops a quick legdrop across Cross' face.
Trey: I do believe it's about time for our next contestant, Case!
Case: Yeah, yeah, maybe this one will get Pasha to start fighting!
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Trey: Thomas Snow is number nine! This guy knows a thing or two about winning battle royals, Case!
Case: Yeah, he sure did get lucky one time and hasn't shut up about it since!
Trey: Can lightning strike twice for The Trinity?
Thomas Snow goes straight to the top rope, hitting a flipping senton onto a standing Miles A. Way. Every ass in the building is out of its seat, and almost every mouth is cheering.
Trey: This crowd is fired up!
Ginger Snaps whips Thomas to the ropes, but he rolls away from a spinning heel kick. Both get up, and both miss standing dropkicks.
Trey: These two are fired up!
Case: Now it's sinking in what everyone is fighting for!
Ginger Snaps goes for a DDT, but Snow escapes. Snow goes for one of his own, but Ginger breaks out of that too. A shove sends Thomas back to the ropes, and Ginger is quick to capitalize...
Case: Whoa! Hang time!
Trey: Thomas Snow just gave Ginger Snaps a back body drop over the top rope! Ginger Snaps is eliminated!
Case: Eliminated from the match and maybe from life! I don't say this lightly, someone might wanna get her some milk!
A replay is shown, this time from the angle of outside the ring. Ginger Snaps' head misses the ring apron by millimeters, and the only thing to break her near ten foot drop is a thin layer of padding over the arena's concrete floor. Back to live action, where Thomas Snow goes towards Miles in the corner.
Trey: Thank God, she's okay, I think she's okay...but we still have four more people in the ring, plus one more entrant, to go!
Case: All of it is just stalling before the inevitable. Pasha squashes them all, cries about it because big man have feelings, then we move on.
Thomas Snow and Miles A. Way trade punches in the corner. Sara Cross is actually trying to lift Pasha's legs up, with no help or backup, and Pasha is merely giving her tips on how to lift with her back and not her knees. Seriously. Sara does get one of his legs up, knocking him off balance!
Trey: Dear God! Sara Cross just surprised everyone with that bit of strength there!
Pasha catches himself before he leans over the ropes, and with one big hand he shoves Cross off of him, sending her rolling across the ring!
Trey: Pasha is just too big and too strong. It's time for our final entrant...
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Trey: Who is our final contestant?
From the curtain steps out a large, muscular man. He wears a dark blue T-shirt with a light blue logo of a mountain. He is wearing a mouthguard with fangs, and mixed martial arts apparel.
Trey: That's Aleksandr Baranov! That's GCC fighter Aleksandr Baranov!
The big Russian makes his way down the aisle, pointing directly at the big man. The crowd starts to boo, realizing that Baranov is targeting their favorite giant.
Case: Oh, man oh man OH MAN! THIS IS GONNA BE SUCH GOOD SHIT, TREY!
Baranov climbs the ring stairs, stepping through the ropes slowly. While Miles and Sara Cross fight with trying to get Thomas Snow out of the ring, Baranov and Pasha meet nose-to-chest in the middle of the ring.
Case: I know Pasha's got the size advantage here, but look at Baranov's muscles! Trey?
Trey: Aleksandr Baranov is a striking specialist in mixed martial arts, but I don't think he's ever stepped foot inside a pro wrestling ring before!
Pasha and Baranov don't say a word, they just stare down their intensity to each other.
Trey: Baranov enters the open battle royal..he and Pasha are about to go at it!
A shove by Baranov is returned by a shove by Pasha. Neither man backs down, and it is Baranov who strikes first with one right hand - that knocks Pasha back further than he's ever been knocked back since Revolution1 was Trinity!
Trey: HERE THEY GO!
Pasha hits Baranov with a right hand of his own, bending Baranov over but not sending him down. Baranov hits another right hand, and when Pasha bends down he grabs a hand full of the back of Pasha's head...
Trey: Aleksandr Baranov...VICIOUS STANDING LARIAT! AND PASHA DOES NOT GO DOWN!
Pasha stumbles backwards, and Baranov walks right up to him...
Trey: HE PICKED HIM UP!
Case: NO FUCKIN' WAY, TREY! HE PICKED HIM UP!
Trey: ALEKSANDR BARANOV JUST ELIMINATED PASHA!
After being scooped up and dropped onto the ring apron, Pasha lands feet-first on the outside. He simply stares daggers at Baranov in the ring, who snarls and points to the fangs on his mouthguard. The crowd boos loud, prompting Baranov to scream something about "a real Russian man" out to them.
Trey: I cannot believe what I just saw! Baranov picked the man up like he was a sack of gravel!
Baranov jaws with some more of the fans, never seeing Thomas Snow and Sara Cross come up behind him.
Trey: Snow and Cross eliminate Baranov!
Case: Damnit! I didn't even have time to say Baranov was my new pick to win!
The crowd continues to boo Baranov, and a swarm of officials have already gotten between he and Pasha.
Case: Welp, it's one of these three.
Trey: One of these three will be the new number one contender for the Revolution1 World Championship! Who is it going to be? Thomas Snow, the former World Champion? Miles A. Way, the current International Champion? Or will it be newcomer Sara Cross?
With the final three all looking down at each other, the tension is even higher. Thomas Snow, a veteran of this situation, is first to strike by grabbing Miles. He wants a rear waistlock, but Miles gets out and puts one on himself. Miles switches to a side headlock, but before he can hit the bulldog Sara Cross hits a flying kneelift. Miles is bumped back to the corner, and Thomas Snow bursts up to hit Sara with a standing hurricanrana. With Sara across the ring, Thomas turns back to Miles, geting ready to whip him across the corner, but Miles puts his foot up and knocks Thomas back.
Trey: They're all fighting their hearts out for this, Case...
Case: First one to blink goes home!
Sara Cross grabs Thomas, going for a snap suplex. Thomas floats over, landing on his feet behind Sara. He goes for a rear waistlock, but Sara moves forward to the ropes. Bouncing in, she flings Thomas back away from her. He rolls backwards to his feet, and runs in...
Case: Thomas, you moron!
Trey: Sara Cross ducks down, and Thomas Snow is out!
Case: Come on, I thought that guy knew what to do in battle royals!
Trey: Well, it's come down to the final two! Sara Cross, or Miles A. Way! One of them is leaving here with a world title shot!
The two competitors look at each other as they look up at the Christmas Chaos sign. A smirk comes across the face of Cross as the fans get behind both competitors. The cheers echo as they lock up, both slghtly out of breath.
Trey: One of these competitors will go on to face the champion at Christmas Chaos.
Case: Who will it be? The long time champion, Miles, or the mysterious newcomer, Cross?
Back in the ring they begin exchanging rights and lefts as Miles gets the upper hand. Miles hits the ropes and attempts a crossbody on Cross who ducks as Miles flies through the ropes and to the outside. Miles' eyes become wider as he realizes how close he was to being eliminated. He slides back into the ring as they begin exchanging blows again. This time Sara attempts a crossbody but Miles catches her in mid air. Sara shifts her weight as both competitors tumble over the top rope. After a couple moments the bell rings as Miles flips over the top rope and back into the ring.
Trey: Did his feet hit the floor?
Case: I think we are about to find out.
Alara: Your winner of the match and NEW Number one contender... MILES A. WAY... the Frequent FLYER!