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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:20:57 GMT -5
"Team" by Krewella blares as we pan around the crowd in Wimbledon Arena. The fans are electric as we see some top notch signs in the crowd.
"You Don't Wanna Know How I Use My Left Hand"
"Get me Prego, Drago"
"Cecilia is too Precious"
We cut to the announce table to see Trey Graham and Case Mitchell sitting at the announce table for the first time since Christmas Chaos. The tension isn't all gone but it is great to see them back.
Trey: WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TO WIMBLEDON ARENA IN LONDON, ENGLAND AND WHAT A SHOW WE HAVE ON TAP FOR YOU TONIGHT!
Case: Tonight from the announce table to the main event it is all about putting differences aside and working as a team. Drago Santiago and Meghan Nash Strader take on Amelia Hearts and Portia Alexander for the Revolution1 Tag Team Titles!
Trey: Another tag match, this one with established teams. The Two Toned Mafia (Lucy Sixx and Cecilia Ortiz) do battle with the reformed Lesbian Alliance (Kylie Moore and Alyssa Jenkins). Alyssa and her surprising return has completely shocked us all.
Case: Cartier will do battle with Miles A. Way and should she win she will win a future World Title Shot.
Trey: The tides and atmosphere are electric here. Let us get to our first match of the night, LA Johnny Stylez, who has been on a bit of a back slide lately, taking on Samantha Voxx and the Horrorcore Champion, Dorian Rhodes who have a bit of a score to settle. Let's get to the ring!
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:21:23 GMT -5
Samantha Voxx and Johnny Stylez are standing in the ring.
Alara Miles: And their opponent...
Weighing in at 201 lbs, hailing from San Fransisco, CA and he calls himself “The Promethean” DORIAN RHODESSS!
Green and blue pyros begin to explode around the area stage as the song "Kingdom" – by Downstait begins to play as Dorian Rhodes walks out from behind the backstage. The letters DR begin to flash on the screens lined within the venue and Dorian begins his walk down the ramp towards the ring.
Rhodes pulls off his Rev1 t-shirt and throws it into the crowd as he walks up the steel steps. He climbs up the outside ropes and stops with one foot on the second turnbuckle and his other foot resting on the top turn buckle. He lifts his head and then raises his hand to his ear as he takes in the crowd cheering for the coming action.
Dorian leans down and grabs the top turnbuckle and uses the momentum to jump feet first into the ring. He raises his arms out wide and stops in the center of the ring and with a closed fist bends down and pounds the center of the ring. He then steps back into his corner and awaits the ring of the bell.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Samantha Voxx keeps her eyes on Dorian Rhodes. Johnny Stylez runs and hits a lariat on Samantha. She falls to the ground as Dorian and Stylez work together stomping on the witch. She rolls out of the ring once she has an opening as Stylez and Rhodes celebrate. They turn and meet in the ring, nose to nose. Stylez is a head taller than Rhodes but Rhodes doesn't back down. The two men begin exchanging rights and lefts. Stylez gains the upper hand and hits three rights in succession but when he attempts a fourth, Rhodes dodges and hits a huge European Upper cut on Stylez. Stylez is rocked backward. Stylez hits the ropes and bounces back. Rhodes lifts him up and hits a brainbuster.
1...
2...
NO!
Voxx breaks the pin up. Rhodes, now pissed off, lifts Voxx to her feet. Rhodes uses strikes and kicks in a strong style manner as he lays into Voxx. Voxx ducks a kick but is met with a Bionic Elbow when she stands back up. Stylez is back on his feet. He smirks as Rhodes. He hits In$uLT-2-INjuRy on Voxx. Rhodes lifts Voxx up and hits Tiger Driver 91. He goes for the cover as Stylez stands back.
1...
2...
3!
Stylez and Rhodes celebrate in the ring. The two men help Voxx to her feet and lift her arms in the air. They carry her to the back. |
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:21:35 GMT -5
A Revo1 crewman is seen standing outside a dressing room door, talking into a walkie. He’s obviously distressed and out of his depth… he kneels in front of the closed door, taking a closer look at the wriggling, writhing tails of snakes that stick out from the gap between the door and the hallway floor. At least three of them.
“Yo, Chris? Adam. Look man, we got a problem, one of these crazy fuckers has a bunch of snakes or some shit in their dressing room… yes, for real… what do you want me to do? Do we call the cops? Fire department? Animal control?”
Adam holds the walkie talkie to his ear as his supervisor’s voice crackles back at him.
“Just stay put. Which talent is it?”
“The black chick. Carty Air or however you say it. You know the one they said was all kinds of weird lately? They were right.”
“Hold tight. On my way.”
“Yeah.”
Adam drops the walkie to his side and balls a fist, looking ready to pound on the door. He stops himself though, when he notices something else curling up from beneath the door with the same curling, serpentine motion.
“Shit… Chris, we got a fire! I’m going in!”
Smoke starts to billow out from under the door, reaching out like dark fingers. Adam puts his shoulder down and hammers his body against the door, shaking it in its hinges. He grunts, and then repeats the process. This time, the door is thrown inward, chunks of wooden frame flying off onto the hall floor.
“The fuck…?”
Inside the room stands Cartier. She stands in front of a makeshift campfire, a circle of rocks filled with flaming leafs of paper.
Snakes are everywhere. Cobras. Hissing and coiling in the corners of the room, staying back from the fire.
💎CARTIER💎: ““Who are you an’ why are you invadin’ my personal space before a big match?”
Adam had been so focused on the snakes and the flames that he hadn’t truly taken in the sight of Cartier until that moment. She stood there wearing a sheer purple veil that hung a ring around her forehead down to her feet. It covered her body, but was almost entirely transparent, revealing… well, just about everything. In one hand, she held the legs of a chicken hung upside down, it’s feet tied together with ribbon. The bird’s throat was slit and it was bleeding directly into the open flame. In her other hand was a knife.
💎CARTIER💎: “Best hurry up an’ give me a reason before I assume you here to do me harm an’ I’m forced to defend my damn self. What you want? Miles send you over? You one of his fuckboy followers on TikTok?”
She spoke while making stabbing gestures with her knife as punctuation. Adam quickly backed up a step raising his hands, catching a whiff of the rose petals and lemongrass that Cartier had apparently added into the fire.
“Hey, let’s relax… I thought there was something wrong! I saw smoke… snakes… I came in here to make sure you were okay!”
Cartier smiled a wry smile then. She inched closer to the fire until her bare feet were tickled by the dancing flames. She held the dead chicken out in one straightened arm.
💎CARTIER💎: “Oh we all good in here. Me an’ the Loa just makin’ a little deal for later on tonight. You know how it goes, don’t you? A little spiritual insurance is all this is… so that the old ones know who to choose. You ain’t got to be scared, everything in this room is totally under control… but… you know… if you wanna make a little donation to the mothers an’ fathers…”
She brought the sharp blade up to her mouth and licked its gleaming edge. She sucks a smear of red blood from the knife into her mouth and smiles again, her teeth reddened.
“FUCK this job, I’m out the door.”
Adam turns on his heels and beats feet down the hall. Cartier can only stand and watch him.
💎CARTIER💎: “That’s a shame. Guess you’ll have to do, chicken…”
Cartier then drops the bird’s carcass into the fire, which leaps up hungrily to consume it like a starving dog being tossed a steak. The room grows smokier, and the hisses of the fire mix with those of the asps.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:21:51 GMT -5
The lights in the arena go out as a rainbow trail takes over the ramp. Two spotlights appear on the stage as "Really Don't Care" by Demi Lovato and Cher Lloyd blasts in the arena. The two women of the Lesbian Alliance stand hand in hand in each spotlight. They kiss quickly before skipping down the ramp tossing glitter everywhere and handing out stickers to the crowd. They slide in the ring and kiss again as the music fades and the lights come up.
Alara Miles: The following is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the LESBIAN ALLIANCE!
"Partners in Crime" by Set it Off blares as Lucy Sixx steps out from behind the curtain. She smirks as she stands, her legs shoulder width apart as Cecilia Ortiz slides between her legs, crawling a bit. As she makes it to the other end of Lucy she kips up and kisses her lover on the lips in a passionate manner. The fans in attendance cheer loudly.
Alara Miles: And their opponents, Lucy Sixx and Cecilia Ortiz... THE TWO TONED MAFIA!
The four women stare each other down. Lucy Sixx looks to start for the Two Toned Mafia and Alyssa Jenkins starting for the Lesbian Alliance....
Trey: WHAT THE HELL!?
Alyssa flips Kylie back into the ring. She slides out of the ring and laughs as Lucy Sixx goes on the offensive. She begins hitting rights and lefts to the face and head area of Kylie. Cecilia just watches as Lucy lifts Kylie up and hits a facebuster. She measures Kylie up and hits a neckbreaker while Cecilia climbs to the top turnbuckle. She hits a 450 Splash.
Case: They call that move, Love Conquers All. It seems that is the case here tonight!
Alyssa has a microphone in hand.
Alyssa: Kylie, you really are dumb as hell. Like I would ever help you. Cecilia gave me a call and now you see what it got you. Just call me the hit woman because I collected a bounty!!
The Two Toned Mafia walk off all smiles as Kylie slowly comes to and realizes what happened. |
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:21:57 GMT -5
The video begins with a black screen. Soon, little white specks start falling from the top of the screen. A voiceover plays…
“The legacy of Revolution One and my own are intertwined… I was there at the very start…”
The sound of wind blowing can be heard.
“I was there for the rebirth…”
The white specks get bigger and fall faster, denser.
“I think it’s time to remind everyone exactly why I bleed Revo1…
Take cover. The blizzard is raging again…”
The white specks almost entirely fill the screen, forming a veritable snowstorm of white as the video slowly fades to black. |
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:22:04 GMT -5
New Year’s Daze returns to the ring, where Cartier is already waiting in the ring for her opponent.
The atmospheric intro to Marshmello's 'Fly' begins to play through the arena speakers, as the house lights dim and a purple, aqua and blue light show begins near the entranceway. At first, said light show is illuminating nothing in particular; after a few moments, however, the curtain begins to noticeably stir until, after a few more seconds, a young man emerges from the back. Taking no more than a second to survey the scene in front of him, the youth then promptly crouches, head bowed, clearly waiting for some sort of cue. He remains in this position for several more moments, as the song slowly begins to build to a crescendo, until finally…
“I CAN FLY”
...he explodes upwards in a leap, arms outstretched!
As the house lights come back up, the youth takes off down the ramp at a run, arms still outstretched to mimic the wings of a plane. He lets as many fans as possible graze his fingers with theirs all the way to ringside, then takes an additional lap around the ring, slapping hands with every child he spots in the front row. Only once this goal is accomplished does he nimbly leap up onto the apron, holding onto a turnbuckle for balance as he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Once inside the squared circle, he continues to limber up until it is time to step forward and face his opponent, to whom he makes a point of offering a sporting handshake before the bell. He then takes his fighting stance, ahead of the start of the match…
DING DING DING!
Miles extends his hand to shake but Cartier just smirks and kicks it away. He nods, as if expecting that.
The two circle one another, daring the other to make a move. Finally Way blinks first, rushing in, grabbing Cartier by the waist from behind and flipping her over with a suplex, bridging into the cover
1!
Kickout!
Cartier springs up and hits the ropes. Miles tries to hit a clothesline but she ducks. Another rebound, this time Miles goes for a spear but she leapfrogs over him, rolling him over into a pin.
1!
2-
Kickout!
Miles gets to his feet but Cartier drops him back down with a drop toehold. She backs up and rolls over him with a standing cannonball. She rains down on him with punches, but the champ is still able to get to his feet.
Miles pushes Cartier away to create distance. He runs at her but she catches him, lifting him up and dropping him with a knee strike. She finishes the move with a splits legdrop!
The cover!
1!
2-
Kickout!
Miles staggers to his feet, only to be met with a slap from Cartier. He gets pissed but she just responds by slapping him again. He returns with a punch of his own but she blocks it. He counters with a kick to the side of her head!
Miles backs Cartier into the corner with swift strikes. He grabs her and flips her over with a monkey flip, kipping up and flies with a springboard moonsault!
The cover!
1!
2-
Kickout!
Cartier rolls out of the ring to regain her focus. The ref tells her to get back in the ring but she holds up a finger. Miles springboards over the top rope to the outside but Cartier is slightly faster in rolling into the ring. She hits the opposite ropes and hits a baseball slide onto the champion on the outside. She picks him up and rolls him into the ring and covers him
1!
2!
Kickout!
Cartier goes to grab Miles but he kicks her when she bends over for him! She rolls onto her feet and hits a dropkick on the champion, sending him tripping backward. She goes for a punt kick but Miles falls onto his back, kips up, and connects with a pele kick!
Miles lifts Cartier to her feet. He kicks her leg, connects with a palm strike to the face, a fist to the gut, a knee lift to the face! A flurry of shots from the champion before he hits the ropes!
-Only to get his head taken off with a clothesline from Cartier!
Cartier climbs to the top rope. She smirks down at Miles and jumps off, looking for the “Supa Dupa Fly Splash”, but manages to land on her feet when Miles gets his knees up. She shakes her head at him before jumping on him with a standing double foot stomp!
She poses for the crowd before taking to one of the corners. She sizes Miles up, who’s just getting to his knees. She sprints out of the corner, hitting him with a devastating Empire State of Mind knee strike!
The cover!
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING
Cartier gets up, demanding the ref raise her hand in victory. When he does, she rips it away and gestures for him to go away as she raises both arms into the air, taunting the crowd and her fallen opponent. |
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:22:08 GMT -5
Dorian Rhodes and LA Johnny Stylez are seen standing by the training office. They walk in.
Stylez: How the hell is she doc?
The trainer looks on in confusion as Stylez and Rhodes beat him down. They stand over him as they help Voxx to her feet. She smirks as she cocks her head to the side and looks at the camera.
Voxx: Hey Revo. Are ya listening now?
Dorian laughs as he speaks.
Rhodes: We are putting everyone on notice. We are DomestiK DisturbancE and we don't fuck around.
Voxx: You see, when we are in the area, heads turn. People take notice. Ask Derrick Vayden. Ask Anya Coyle. Ask Amelia Hearts. They learned the hard way with each and every one of us!
Stylez: All that is left to do now is make believers out of each and every one of you. Hey I believe it is 4:19...
All three of them speak at the same time.
DOMEStiK DisturbancE: GOT A MINUTE? |
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:22:20 GMT -5
Alara Miles: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening! And it is for the Revolution One TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
The crowd goes crazy
A blood-chilling scream cuts through the arena as the haunting opening to Been to Hell plays. The arena lights go out and white strobe lights begin to quickly flash around. As the lights strobe passed the stage, fans can catch a quick glance of a figure standing at the top.
We're all rollin' down the boulevard, full of pimps and sharks
It's a motherfuckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold 'cause now you know you’re falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
But they’re dirty and dark
The strobes stop and a white spotlight shines from behind the figure, backlighting them. Until the chorus hits, where the lights come back up and Amelia Hearts turns to face the crowd, letting out another piercing scream.
Been to hell
I can show you the devil!
Down you fell
Can't hold yourself together!
Soul to sell
Down here you live forever!
Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!
Alara Miles: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Long Island, New York! She is “The Queen of the Nighttime World”... Ameliaaaaa Hearts!!!
Amelia’s head bobs to the beat of the song as she begins to march down to the ring, throwing up the devil’s horns and slapping hands with fans at ringside before sliding into the ring.
Hearts sticks her head and body in between the ropes and headbangs as she throws up the horns again.
Amelia tosses her jacket out of the ring and crouches down in the corner, preparing for the beginning of the match
Bonnie Tyler's "Ravishing" begins to belt out is jamming piano opening when Portia Alexander bolts through the curtain pumping her fist in the air to virtually no ovation. Seeming undeterred, Portia pumps her fist in the air, all smiles bobbing her head to her theme music as she makes her way to the ring. Hopeful she looks into the crowd hoping for anyone looking for the coveted hand slap. While a few children oblige, restoring her faith, Portia charges up the ring steps before tossing off her brother's jean jacket and stepping through the ropes.
WE ARE THE MAJORITY
YOU ARE THE MINORITY
FUCK YOUR LIES AND FUCK YOUR GREED
WE ARE THE MAJORITY
While the arenas shrouded in complete darkness, ethereal, electronic beats play from “One of Us” by Fever333, to synchronized crimson and white lights flashing. To a menacing death growl, two swords slice through the gritty metal like a reapers blade.
Blinding crimson light erupts from the stage so only the silhouette of Drago Santiago praying at the top of the ramp is visible. More darkness shrouds the entranceway until another riff plays, with red spotlights revealing Drago Santiago standing with his taped fists above his head and clasped together, slowly lowering til they’re both pointed to the ring. Dressed in a black combat vest and matching shorts with white trim, Drago passes the lost and confused souls booing him on his way to the ring.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 180 lbs… He is “The Eraser”, “The Equalizer”, “The Deleter of Souls”... SAINT DRAAAGO SANTIAAAGOOO!!!
"Unchanied” begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the twelve second mark lights begin to flicker as the beat and rhythm of the song begin to become louder.
~Alright!
Haaa-ha-ha-ha!
You say, I cannot get there from here, baby
Then I don't care where I'm goin'~
Ring Announcer: Introducing to you next…
The ADCtron lights up with the chrome ‘S’ emblem and explodes into shots of Meghan, smacking the taste out Shadow Starr’s mouth with a kick to the jaw, stepping on Ai Mei’s skull, pinning Corey Lazarus one two three and the last shot of her being her holding one half of the PWA Tag Team Titles. Her name flashes on the screen, and a small amounts of pyro’s shoot off as Meghan steps out from behind the curtain followed by her sister and co-owner of the PWA, Tamika Kalis.
~Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress~
Ring Announcer: Hailing from London, Ontario Canada at a height of five foot ten and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds…
~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~
Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to ringside followed by her baby sister.
Eric Emerson: Meghan Nash Strader!!!!!!!
~I know, I don't ask for permission
This is my chance to fly
Maybe enough ain't enough for you
But it's my turn at a try~
Meghan finger pistols to the fan on the other side of the plexi-glass barriers.
~ Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress ~
Meghan stops halfway down, looks side to side, raises up her arms and the entire stage explodes in gold and silver pyrotechnics as a wide grin comes across Meghan’s face.
~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~
At that Meghan turns it into a stride and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle as she raises her fist in the air. She steps down, and awaits her opponent as Tamika stands in her corner on the floor mats.
DING DING DING
Amelia starts off with Drago. He starts jaw jacking at Hearts, who responds with an amused smile. She turns to Portia to see if she was watching. She then turns back, connecting with a shot to Santiago’s jaw!
Drago backs into his corner, holding his mouth. Hearts motions for both of them to bring it! Meghan holds her hand out, Drago slapping it to make the tag.
Strader and Hearts stand face to face. She smirks and chuckles at Amelia’s facepaint. She drags a hand across Hearts’ face, smearing the makeup a bit. Amelia smirks and unloads with stiff punches and elbow strikes to Strader’s face!
Hearts continues the flurry of punches until Strader blocks one, going for a swing of her own but Amelia ducks underneath it, shoving Meghan into her corner and tagging Portia in. Hearts holds her opponent in the corner, allowing Alexander to drive a kick to her gut.
Portia flips Meghan down into a seated position and wrenches back on the neck in a sort of camel clutch hold. Meghan manages to turn herself around and grab onto the closest rope before too much damage is done. Portia releases the hold before the referee can even begin his count.
Meghan uses the ropes to pull herself up but Alexander catches her with a standing coffin drop, causing both women to go down. Portia pulls herself up while Strader crawls over and makes the tag to Drago.
Santiago charges in and drives a shoulder into Portia’s gut, doubling her over. He picks her up and drops her with an angle slam followed quickly by a leaping legdrop. He watches with a smirk as Portia reaches out to her partner. He gets Portia into a headlock and grabs her arm, reaching out to Amelia with it and laughing at her. Amelia stomps on the ring steps to try and get the crowd behind Portia.
The crowd begins to cheer for Portia, urging her onto her feet. Portia drives a fist into Drago’s gut, one after another but Santiago clubs an arm onto her back, forcing her back down to one knee.
Amelia screams for Portia to make the tag. Drago tries to hold her down but Alexander manages to back body drop Santiago over, freeing her up to make the tag to Hearts!
Hearts lays into Drago. Kick after punch, dropping him with an elbow strike before pushing him into the ropes and hitting him with a hip attack on the rebound. She gets up and let’s out a hyped up roar, getting the crowd on their feet!
Amelia holds up the rock hand signal, letting the crowd know what’s coming. She grabs Santiago by the arms and viciously stomps on his head, causing him to get busted open. A thin trickle of blood runs down his face from the hardcore headbanging.
Watching on as Drago stirs, Amelia takes one of his hands and reaches it out to Meghan, mirroring what he did to Portia earlier before placing it on the mat and stomping on it.
She stands in the corner, possibly setting up for Heartburn but Portia taps Amelia on the back, tagging herself in. Amy turns to her with confusion on her face but Portia tells her she’s got this! She turns to Drago, hitting him with a codebreaker!
The cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Portia pulls Santiago to his feet, but he manages to get the better of her, judo throwing her onto the mat and stumbling to his corner, tagging Meghan in!
Meghan stands over Portia and rakes her nails across her opponent’s back followed by a quick clubbing forearm. Strader picks her up again with a deadlift german suplex and holds on for the cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Both women look worn out but neither is willing to give up. They stand on shaky legs, exchanging shots with each other, going blow for blow but soon Portia gets the upper hand, blocking a punch and kicking Meghan in the midsection, doubling her over. Portia lifts her up into a piledriver position but Strader manages to counter into a roll-up!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Alexander recovers from the surprise, hitting a question mark kick, stunning Strader! hits a dropkick on Meghan but she pops up again. Portia hits another dropkick but Strader manages to pull herself up again. Alexander winds up and hits a superkick, finally keeping Meghan down this time!
The cover!
1!
2!!
Kickout!
Portia gets excited. She throws her arms up to pump up the crowd! They’re all behind her as she gears up for her next move! She runs in with a hip attack but Strader side steps her, catching her with Blackened!
The cover!
1!
2!!
Amelia rushes in but is caught by a clothesline from Drago!
3!!!
DING DING DING
Meghan stands up where she’s met by Drago, who raises her arm in victory as the referee hands them their new tag team championships. The pair raise the belts high into the air as the crowd give them mixed reactions. Meanwhile, Amelia sits with Portia, both wearing looks of disappointment.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jan 26, 2021 13:22:55 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area. Kylie Moore sits in her office chair at her desk. She pops two Tylenol in her mouth and sips her water as she looks at the camera.
Kylie: I should have known Alyssa coming was somehow directly related to Cecilia and Lucy's tricks. I am simply sick and tired of you both running around here like you own the place. At the end of the day, I am still the owner. You may have won the battle.
Kylie stands up from behind her desk and walks over to the window. She looks out.
Kylie: But we shall see who will win the war. The main event at our next pay per view event, Allegiance, on February 23, Cecilia will be represented by a team of three and I will be represented by a team of three and we will go to War... inside WAR GAMES! Cecilia the rules are simple. One person from each team starts inside the double cage. Every five minutes a new competitor joins the fray until everyone is inside. Then, AND ONLY THEN, can a winner be named. First fall wins. Let's end this little blood feud... shall we?
We cut to the announce table.
Trey: War Games? Here in Revolution1!?
Case: The question is.. who will represent Kylie and who will represent Cecilia?
Trey: Maybe we will find out as soon as next week. We are out of time!
The Revolution1 logo flashes on the screen as we fade to black. |
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