Post by Savannah Sunshine. on Mar 1, 2022 18:02:35 GMT -5
Before the show has a chance to open, the sounds of “Tyler Herro” by Jack Harlow can be heard filling the air as fans stand in line waiting to be let inside. Tyler and Justin Cage come riding alongside the fans in a golf car wearing LA Rams Jerseys on with their black skinny jean pants and some custom LA Ram Nike shoes on. As Justin drives the golf cart along the side of the fans, Tyler holds a T-shirt launcher in his hand as he smirks. Justin brings the golf car to a stop and they both climb out and interact with the fans who show more love to Justin then they do Tyler.
As the Cage brothers hype them up, the fans get louder with mixed reactions for the duo. Justin stands closer towards the fans, while Tyler runs around and still holds the t-shirt launcher. Tyler hands a megaphone to Justin, who soon begins to speak.
JUSTIN CAGE: PEOPLE OF PHILADELPHIA, ARE YOU READY?
The fans keep giving a loud mixed reaction.
JUSTIN CAGE: I hope you are because my brother has a special gift for you all tonight.
The hard cam returns back to Tyler, who takes control of the microphone.
TYLER CAGE: Okay, check this out people of smelly Philly.
The fans erupted with boos towards Tyler. Tyler just stands there and laughs it up as he embraces the hate.
TYLER CAGE: Thank you losers, and speaking of losers, your Eagles got bounced in the first round of this year's playoffs, unlike my Rams who won it all but NFL season is over but your 76ers, on the other hand, are still fair game.
Justin tries to hold himself from laughing as he gets the fans to settle down.
TYLER CAGE: So with that said, you must have been pretty proud when your basketball team broke a record. They became the only team to lose by forty-eight points at home for crying out loud.
Tyler laughs to himself.
TYLER CAGE: So, I got you all some t-shirts made to celebrate the event.
Tyler starts shooting t-shirts into the crowd with his t-shirt launcher. He does from side to side with it as some fans enjoy it and others show their disgust by throwing the shirts to someone else. After a few minutes Tyler stops and motions for Justin to remove his Ram Jersey to reveal that he is wearing one of the shirts.
JUSTIN CAGE: Sorry, Cageholoics, this wasn't my idea.
Justin shrugs his shoulders.
TYLER CAGE: Don't apologize, brother. This is what you get when you embrace mediocrity for so long. But have no fear, Philadelphia, because tonight All-Attitude is going to give you an entertaining show and provide you with a front row seat to greatness as we take on Viktor Bannon and Nathan O'Connor tonight and unlike your sport teams around here we will actually send you home happy with a victory and you may not like it but it is Big Money Cage Facts!
Tyler drops the megaphone and keeps shooting t-shirts into the crowd; while Justin goes over and signs some fan's gear as we go to the intro.
I wake up to the sounds
Of the silence that allows
For my mind to run around
With my ear up to the ground
As the intro begins, replays of moments from the last show begin to play. M.A.N. takes on Maw Johnson in singles action in our first scene. Though, things do not bode well for him as the elder of the pair manages to collect a win over M.A.N. with a REDEMPTION ARC! Flying Double Foot Stomp seals the deal as Maw hooks the leg for the win.
I'm searching to behold
The stories that are told
When my back is to the world
That was smiling when I turned
The next scene shows two of PU’s biggest men facing off. While Jupiter does more than hold his own, it is not enough to keep Joseph Blaze down for long. In fact, Joseph turns the tides with THE MESSAGE! Fireman’s Carry Slam right into the Rings of Saturn submission. Jupiter attempts to reach the ropes, but he’s got no choice but to tap.
Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn they hate us
Oh the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be
My enemy-y-y-y-y
(Look out for yourself)
My enemy(Look)-y(Look)-y(Look)-y(Look)-y
(Look out for yourself)
But I'm ready
Kurtis Slayne and Christopher Graves are seen in heated action next. Graves attempts to go for the KING’S COMING! High Jumping Legdrop. But, Kurtis easily scouts it and slithers out of the way. EYE FOR AN EYE Knee Strike connects right on the chin and has Graves out cold as Kurtis picks up the victory.
Your words up on the wall
As you're praying for my fall
And the laughter in the halls
And the names that I've been called
The next scene sees Viktor Bannon and Tyler Cage in some seriously heated action. While Tyler mouths off a lot during the match, Viktor never breaks his concentration. Tyler attempts an AIR-ATTITUDE, Shooting Star Press. But, Viktor catches the smaller male and tosses him with ease. It’s all downhill from there as the scene flashes and shows the closing of the match. With Viktor sealing a victory after choking Tyler out with the RNCITY, Rear Naked Choke. Tyler’s hand slapping against Viktor’s arm a few moments later.
I stack it in my mind
And I'm waiting for the time
When I show you what it's like
To be words spit in a mic
Our final scene is flashes of two matches in one scene. Bits and pieces of the triple threat featuring Virgil Barrick, Scar, and Nathan O’Connor. While our main event saw Meatball take on Trafalgar Law. Big moments of the match flash through, before the closing of each match. Side by side, Virgil nails the DOCTOR BOMB, Sitout Gutwrench Powerbomb, to Nathan O’Connor. While Trafalgar Law nails Meatball with a DETROIT SMASH, Buckshot Lariat. As the scene fades out, the PU logo is seen on the screen.
Luisa Mendez is standing at the top of the stage as the show begins. To her right, Project: Honor superstars sit in fancy chairs, while the rookies stand to the left side of the stage. As the music dies down, Luisa Mendez wears a bright grin, standing at a podium in between both sides.
LUISA MENDEZ: Ladies and gents and nonbinary friends, welcome to another edition of Project: Underground! Tonight, we have some special challenges in store for the rookies and their mentors. Up first, we call this one: Password. Each rookie will be given a stack of cards with Project: Honor superstars names on each card. They must help their mentor guess the superstar by only giving clues. These clues cannot include the name of the superstar or certain phrases. If those words or phrases are said, you will hear a buzzer and one point will be taken away for every fail.
The rookies begin to stir, mumbling amongst themselves, as Luisa smiles softly.
LUISA MENDEZ: Up first, Savannah Andrews and Tyler Cage!
There’s a low “oh, boy” mumbled away from the microphone, as Tyler stands on one side and Savannah stands on the other. Savannah looks less than pleased as a thirty second timer appears on the titantron.
LUISA MENDEZ: Your time begins… Now!
Tyler lifts the first card, smirking slightly before he glances in Savannah’s direction with a cocky look on his face.
TYLER CAGE: Former Prime Champion.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: That could be a few people.
TYLER CAGE: Uhhhhhh, okay. Ex fiance, almost husband. So close, no di-
Savannah grimaces slightly, though she seems less annoyed with the person it is than at Tyler.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Jason Long.
A bell signals that the answer was correct as Tyler flips to the next card.
TYLER CAGE: Calliope’s-
A buzzer sounds, signalling that Tyler had said a name or phrase he wasn’t allowed to say.
TYLER CAGE: Fine, alright. He’s an artiste.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Giovanni, unfortunately.
Giovanni grumbles slightly from the other side of them, though Savannah ignores him with a warning from the crowd.
CROWD: TEN SECONDS!
Tyler quickly flips to the next card, trying to think for a minute.
TYLER CAGE: He’s kind of ridiculously funny.
There’s a brief moment, five seconds remaining.
TYLER CAGE: Someone who was recruited to Big Drip before.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Archie!
The buzzer signals time and Luisa looks at the board.
LUISA MENDEZ: Tyler and Savannah, you have a score of two points!
Savannah mumbles under her breath and steps away from the podium as Luisa motions for Mister Wright and Meatball.
Meatball picks up the first card, scowling slightly.
MEATBALL: Billy Bennett’s bestfriend.
MISTER WRIGHT: Well, that’s me, of course!
MEATBALL: Um, okay. How do I say this…
The timer ticks down as Meatball tries to think.
MEATBALL: The object of Arik Holt’s affection.
MISTER WRIGHT: Savannah Andrews!
The bell dings and Meatball swiftly picks up the next card.
MEATBALL: Two time Legacy Champion.
MISTER WRIGHT: Elena DeDraca!
Another bell as Meatball swiftly moves to the next card.
MEATBALL: Irish girl with big, bulky, ugly sunglasses.
MISTER WRIGHT: Alyssa Grace!
MEATBALL: Longest reigning X-Factor Champion.
MISTER WRIGHT: Meowjin!
The buzzer sounds as time comes to an end.
LUISA MENDEZ: Meatball and Mister Wright, you have collected four points! As we take a break to head into our first match, we’ll be back with more challenges next week!
Luisa smiles, waving at the camera as we head to a brief commercial.
OPENING MATCH
CHRISTOPHER GRAVES VERSUS SCAR
SINGLES MATCH
Both men are looking to pick up a victory here tonight. With opportunities for the upcoming ppv hanging in the air, it’s not surprise that this match is full of fire. Christopher Graves immediately comes out swinging, backing Scar into a corner, where he shoves his shoulder into his sternum a handful of times. The referee gives a gentle warning to Graves, who whips Scar into the ropes a moment later. The fans are split between who to cheer for, though rally behind Christopher Graves the most.
AARYA SINGH: Look at the pure ENERGY coming from, Graves here! He’s a man on a mission, for sure.
SAMAR SINGH: For once, I absolutely agree with you. Though, don’t count Sc- OH, JESUS!
Scar rebounds off of the ropes, a bit of a game of leapfrog, before he lands on his feet. He jumps up, spinning around, only to nail Graves with a wicked DEATH REGIMENT! Spinning Knee Strike connects and Scar quickly goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWOO!
AARYA SINGH: Ooh, so close! Graves with a powerful kickout here. This can be anyone’s game from here on out, though Scar is sure to even things out properly.
SAMAR SINGH: Oh, one hundred percent. Scar doesn’t just fight, he hunts.
Christopher Graves pops up to his feet, wipes his brow, and rolls his neck for a moment before he settles a deadly gaze on Scar. The two meet in the middle of the ring, trading forearms, forearms traded for punches. Graves gets the upperhand, whips a dazed Scar into the opposite ropes, and rebounds off of ropes himself. As soon as he rebounds, Graves takes Scar out with a Spear!
AARYA SINGH: Oof, get a load of that! That’s sure to knock the wind right out of your lungs.
SAMAR SINGH: Or not!
Scar is right back into it, uses the momentum to catch an arm around Graves’ neck, before dropping him with the HEY AUNTIE! Leaping Flatliner connects and drops Graves in the process, but it’s clear that Scar is ready to end this. Scar sizes his prey up, motions for the dazed man to get to his feet, but this is anything but a moment to look away from.
AARYA SINGH: IS THIS YOUR KING? WHAT A MANEUVER!
SAMAR SINGH: Unbelievable! Scar just pulled that out of NOWHERE!
With IS THIS YOUR KING? connecting, the Canadian Rack DDT has Graves laid out and Scar manages to secure the win after a three count. Scar yanks his arm away from the referee, glaring daggers at his opponent, who is still down on the mat. Shaking his head, the man walks out of the ring, and heads backstage, leaving a frustrated Graves in the ring.
VERA KNIGHT: Here is your winner by Pinfall… SSSCCCAAARRR!
A video begins to play over whatever shoddy video system they have in this cursed, low-rent venue.
It opens up on Johnny Levy, dressed in a royal blue suit, emblazoned with a pattern of menorahs, yarmulkes and Stars of David. On his right wrist, a Patek Philippe watch. Around his neck, the most gaudy, oversized and bejeweled Jesus piece imaginable.
He drippin, fr fr ong no cap.
In one hand, he holds a stack of $1 bills, which he passes out to a long line of less fortunate, poverty-stricken children who wait in a line to be given a gift by the benevolent Kosher God of Hollywood. They approach one at a time, get their dollar, and are quickly ushered away by security.
Johnny Levy looks at the camera, pretending to be surprised by its presence despite the fact that this entire scene has obviously been set-up strictly for this video. He smiles wide at the lens, handing over a bill to the next orphan that approaches before violently shoving him off-screen.
JOHNNY LEVY: Hey, y’all. Didn’t see you there.
As an entire team of security rushes the stage to manhandle the hungry, probably orphaned, children off-set, Johnny accepts a squirt of hand sanitizer from an assistant, rubbing his hands vigorously to wash them clean of all the Poor People germs.
JOHNNY LEVY: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you; this low-level, unwatchable, probably operating without permits mess of a brand has been graced by the one legitimate draw - aside from our good friend Giovanni, of course - in this entire goddamn, middling shitheap of a company.
He opens his arms wide, as if basking in the glory and approval of the Lord.
JOHNNY LEVY: Is me. Is Johnny ‘The Superstar of David’ Levy. As I was saying, I had intended to visit in person to open the show with a delightful in-ring segment. ‘Surely Savannah ‘Bike Safety’ Sunshine has the common sense to recognize the ratings boost that an appearance by Johnny ‘SUPERSTAR’ Levy would bring’.
Levy stares directly into the camera with a flat expression, as it slooooowly zooms in on his disappointed, disbelieving face. And then it quickly pulls back, and he continues to speak.
JOHNNY LEVY: Or so I thought. You see, my dear allies in the war against discrimination, I was wrong. Now I’m not going to jump to conclusions such as ‘anti semitism’ right off the bat. I’m better than that, and I think we all know it without me having to say anything. Instead of being welcomed with open arms, I was viciously denied via e-mail. Not even a phone call, you believe this shit?
He snorts loudly, spitting on the ground to show exactly what he thinks of such a cruel, hateful, probably ‘motivated’ (if you catch his drift) slight.
JOHNNY LEVY: Wild. Apparently some clowns called the ‘Cage Brothers’ were already booked to open. Listen, as a fellow actor I’ve got all the respect in the world for their father Nicholas; we’ve done some work together and he’s really a decent guy… but it’s pretty clear to me that he did a terrible job of raising his two brats.
The scenes jump-cuts to Johnny Levy running up those Rocky steps, I don’t know what they’re called, but he crushes them as he rushes to the top, taking four or five steps at a time. He’s still wearing that suit, though, which looks soaked through with sweat by the time he finally reaches the top, turns around, and continues to address the camera through deep, wheezing breaths.
JOHNNY LEVY: The fact that these punks can come and insult Philadelphia, home of many beloved, successful sports teams, such as...
His eyes suddenly open wide, as he realizes he can’t possibly name a single one. He glances left, then right, before realizing there are no assistants nearby to come in and save the day by feeding him a line.
JOHNNY LEVY: ...
His forehead now pouring sweat - partially from exertion and partially from nervousness as he struggles to name one good sports team from this goddamn place - as he reaches into his suit pocket to pull out a silk handkerchief. Levy dabs his head with it a few times, before tossing it to the ground. Single-use handkerchiefs, that’s how you know he has class.
JOHNNY LEVY: ...anyway, to think that they could insult this lovely city on a regular basis and still be given the opening segment sickens me as a PATRIOT.
Pointing an index finger at the camera, he looks like he’s about to go off on a serious rant against the disrespect levied at this city of late by the nefarious Cage Brothers. But when he opens his mouth to speak, nothing comes out, and he lifts that hand up to his chin to rub at it thoughtfully.
JOHNNY LEVY: …I mean, I guess that’s it. I was going to drop like $100,000 on a nice 30 minutes of pyrotechnics to herald my arrival, so I didn’t think I’d have to prepare a lengthy speech.
Shrugging to dismiss this entire ridiculous situation, he starts to put a bow on this dumbass video for this third-rate brand.
JOHNNY LEVY: Alright. I guess we’re done. You blew your shot, Project Underground. Enjoy getting buried in the ratings you miserable motherfuc-
The video cuts to static suddenly, before being replaced by a cartoon face of Johnny Levy above the words ‘Technical Difficulties’.
It mercifully ends there. Until next show, that is.
MATCH TWO
M.A.N. VERSUS JUPITER
SINGLES MATCH
What was supposed to be a match is nothing but a mere mugging on the large man who had been anticipating his opponent. M.A.N. and two other men deliver a beat down on Jupiter, making a statement with their associate. M.A.N. yells at the two other men to lift Jupiter off of the mat, though he charges forward to deliver a crushing blow to the face of Jupiter. M.A.N. EVENT, Punt Kick has blood pouring from Jupiter as officials come rushing out to put an end to this. Whatever statement M.A.N. was trying to make, it was duly noted.
MATCH THREE
TRAFALGAR LAW VERSUS VIRGIL BARRICK
SINGLES MATCH
Virgil Barrick sizes up Trafalgar Law as soon as the bell rings. There is an obvious size difference, making things easy for Virgil. Virgil dominates majority of the match, making light work of Law, who is coming to his senses after a swift SPITFIRE KNEE. Running Knee Strike seems to have taken the wind right out of him. But, he’s on the ropes and uses them to his advantage. Trafalgar Law attempts to go for the DETROIT SMASH, but the Buckshot Lariat never has a chance to connect, as Virgil manages to duck beneath the arm.
Unfortunately, this does not bode well for Law. Virgil wastes little time immediately shifting momentum. Arm extended and momentum charged as he takes out Law with a devastating LARIAT right to the back of the head. It’s hard enough to knock Law right out, who faceplants onto the mat. The referee checks on Law, raises his hand three times, before calling for the bell.
VERA KNIGHT: Here is your winner via Knockout… VVVIIIRRRGGGIIILLL BBBAAARRRIIICCCKKK
Savannah sits quietly in her office, going through the majorly annoying paperwork of contracts and medical notes and such. Plus with the recent purging of the Project: Underground roster, there has been plenty of paperwork to fill out for those who have tried to file grievances, worker’s compensation, and unemployment claims against the training-level Project: Honor brand. Visibly annoyed at the paperwork while the idea of facing Mr. Wright on Fallout in a few days, was hanging over her head greatly. Plus the cuts and bruises that still freshly stung to the touch from her Crowning Ascension Championship match, made even breathing a difficult task.
A small knock at the door pulled her out of the trance she had found herself in.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Go away, I’m busy.
The knock comes again.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I SAID GO THE FUCK AWAY, I’VE GOT SHIT TO DO!!!
Suddenly the door opens and in walks a man dressed in a brown UPS uniform, along with a brown UPS baseball cap. Savannah stood up from her desk, the anger in her eyes rising.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: What the hell?
The man has his back turned to Savannah as he brings in a dolly with a few boxes on it.
UPS MAN: Sorry, ma’am. I have a few delivery packages of Wrestler Paperwork…that…needs…deliv-
The man starts to slow his speech down as the door to the office slowly shuts on its down. Once it closes and the door clicks shut, the UPS man turns around and removes his hat to show it is actually former Fallout General Manager Arik Holt.
ARIK HOLT: Listen, I don’t have long…
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Arik?!?! Where the hell have you been?
ARIK HOLT: I’m sorry for leaving you at the Wells Fargo Center. Nobody was giving me a clear answer to where you were. Finally I had a few of the Fallout staff and doctors tell me that they sent you to go get some tests done at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital. I was on my way to go to see how you were doing, since word was they were sending most of True Society there anyway with all the destruction that was going on.
Without another word, Savannah ran over to Arik and wrapped her arms around him. With a tight hug, they both winced and let out little hisses of pain, but they both dealt with it.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You haven’t called me. You haven’t texted me. All I heard was that DeMarco and Petey removed you from your Fallout General Manager position.
They both pulled away, but Savannah left her arms where her wrists sat on Arik’s shoulders and her fingers lightly grazed the back of his neck.
ARIK HOLT: I’m so sorry. I’ve been busy trying to find loopholes to get back into Fallout, but it seems they have things pretty locked down. I’m still technically working for Project: Honor…but I’ve been barred from any of the shows. The only way I got in here tonight was…well…you DID have a delivery of paperwork. The UPS Driver, though, had a scheduled stop at the bottom of the Delaware River.
Savannah lets go of Arik and backs up slowly, before sitting on the edge of her desk, her hands finding their way to the desk lip.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: What did you plan on doing when you finally found me?
ARIK HOLT: I wanted to make sure you were okay. Again, I haven’t seen you since earlier in The Crowning. I needed to know you were okay. I needed to see you. I needed to be near you. I needed…you.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Well…
Savannah bit her bottom lip slightly.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: …here I am.
Before Arik could take a step towards Savannah, there was another knock at the door.
ARENA SECURITY: Ms. Andrews, there were reports of you screaming in your office. Are you okay?
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: YES! GO AWAY!
Arik looked over at the door, then fished into his pocket.
ARIK HOLT: Listen, Sav. You are the most precious thing in the world, to me. I don’t want to jeopardize this thing you have going on here, so I think I should get going.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: No, no…stay.
ARIK HOLT: I would love to. Believe me…I would. But I can’t let you feel any of the repercussions my actions have caused. Although, before I leave. I need to tell you with you by my side, I feel like I have been the luckiest man in the world. And I want you to be by my side for as long as I am still on this green earth. But I want you to think about it.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Think about what?
Arik leans down and kisses Savannah’s forehead, only to feel something shoved slightly into her stomach. As she brings her hand to feel what it is, Arik shoves something into her hand. Stepping back from the forehead kiss, Savannah looks down to see a ring box in her hand.
SAVANNAH ANDREWS: What…? Is…? What is this?
ARIK HOLT: I want you to think about it. I will find a way to get back to you for the answer.
Arik puts the UPS baseball cap on, just as the door opens and in walks largely built three security guards
ARENA SECURITY: Are you okay, ma’am?
Savannah;s eyes widen as she opens the ring box to see the large diamond engagement ring located within.
UPS MAN: Thanks for the signature, Ms Andrews. Here is all of your paperwork.
Arik, disguised as the UPS guy, fast walks around the guards and leaves the room through the shutting door.
ARENA SECURITY: SIR! YOU FORGOT…your…dolly. Oh well.
Savannah just sits their wide-eyed at the ring. No sound. No movement. Only diamonds.
MATCH FOUR
CAMILLA JOHNSON VERSUS KURTIS SLAYNE
SINGLES ACTION
This is not a match, it’s a mugging as Kurtis Slayne wastes no time after the bell rings. Kurtis lays into Camilla with lefts and rights, stomping on her once she’s down. Only when the referee issues a warning for his savage attack does Kurtis very briefly let up. Only to drag Camilla up by her hair as he forces her to look at him, he mouths something to her, something the microphone does not pick up, before slamming her face into the canvas. The referee is having a hard time controlling the match, but trying his best to do so.
AARYA SINGH: Oh, what a man. But, even this is too much to watch. Tell me when it’s over.
SAMAR SINGH: Oh, now you’re so shy all of a sudden. Geez, sis. Suck it up.
Kurtis locks in the SCREAM FOR ME, Fujiwara Armbar with Joint Manipulation. Camilla is screaming out in true pain, though refuses to tap. Kurtis locks the hold tighter, possibly breaking the arm of Camilla when the referee has no choice but to stop the match. Camilla is on the canvas crying and screaming in pain from her broken arm, while Kurtis merely smirks wickedly. He holds his hands out, taking a playful bow, before making his exit as medical personnel tend to Camilla.
HEADLINER
GIN KUROMIYA VERSUS ANDREA
SINGLES MATCH
In our headliner match, Andrea Cross seems a bit distracted. Though, she does her best to get in a couple of good hits on Gin Kuromiya, who shows a new aggression to himself. The turning point of the match sees Andrea attempt to lock in the J.J. SPECIAL! Flying Armbar is locked in. Though, Gin rolls through and locks in his own submission! DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE is locked in tight. Crossface Chickenwing with Bodyscissors is cinched in and Andrea has nowhere to go! She reaches towards the ropes, but Gin locks in the hold tighter, forcing Andrea to tap out before she loses consciousness.
VERA KNIGHT: Here is your winner by Submission… GGGIIINNN KKKUUURRROOOMMMIIIYYYAAA!
In one of the locker rooms backstage, Gin Kuromiya ‘celebrates’ his recent victory over the dark forces of Andrea ‘Cross’ Taylor; and what does a celebration look like for the strange young Japanese man?
Sitting cross-legged in silent contemplation, of course. His eyes closed in concentration, his palms are pressed together in front of his chest as he inhales and exhales deeply at precise intervals.
The calm of this scene is broken, as the locker room door swings wide to reveal the graceful, lithe, majestic form of Giovanni; Gin’s trainer on Project Underground… never mind the fact that he already has a Sensei. One can’t expect Savannah Sunshine to keep track of her roster members’ prior arrangements; it’s not like she’s General Manager of the brand or anything!
…oh.
Anyway.
Regardless, the Nogitsune’s serene meditation is shattered as the brilliant artist and even more brilliant wrestler strides in, eyes narrow as he disdainful looks at the state of this low-level arena’s locker room; it’s almost like he can’t believe people are expected to live like this.
GIOVANNI: …disgusting.
It’s only once the man speaks that Gin opens one eye hesitantly, almost like he were hoping the voice was merely a snippet from recent memory playing itself back. He sighs, shoulders falling as he catches sight of Giovanni and confirms that, yes, the man is actually here to bother him after a victory.
GIN KUROMIYA: What can I do for you, Giovanni-senpai?
Gin’s voice makes it clear that he’s hardly excited to see his second ‘mentor’; but he was raised to show manners, unlike the damnable Americans he finds himself surrounded by in this strange land… and so there is - at least - some politeness behind his words.
GIOVANNI: I was watching your match, and I just had to come back and tell you… it was AWFUL! All those flips and stuff? Nonsensical!
GIN KUROMIYA: … I won.
GIOVANNI: Yes, you may have won the MATCH, but you most certainly lost the WAR. Listen, kid, I’ll let you in on a little secret: it’s not about who wins or loses, but how good you look while you’re doing it. Nobody out there wants to see a 720-degree moonsault, they want to see something BEAUTIFUL. Superkicks, roll ups, shady count-out victories! These are the things that can elevate this ‘sport’ from something vulgar and mundane, up to the realm of TRUE art.
GIN KUROMIYA: …
GIOVANNI: And another thing…
As Giovanni continues to berate his ‘student’, Gin Kuromiya simply buries his face in his hands. There’s no winning with this guy.
We cut to backstage where Meatball sits in what appears to be a locker room decorated to look like an elementary classroom. Meatball barely fits in his desk-chair with his gut resting on top of the desk. The door swings open and Mister Wright walks in with the Playhouse Championship around his waist.
MISTER WRIGHT: Welcome Class and Everyone! I'm Mister Wright! Your very special teacher for today's VERY special lesson!
Meatball looks around the room confused as he is the only person there.
MEATBALL: Uhh, I’m the only guy here? What the hell is this set-up? I thought you were gonna instruct me on how to maim people, not solve math problems.
MISTER WRIGHT: Now class, please do settle down and let's turn on our Listening Ears!
Mister Wright puts his finger to his ear like he's turning it on because everyone watching needs to learn that motion. Mister Wright flips a spinning whiteboard in the front of the room revealing a crude drawing of a stick figure with the name Trafalgar Law written above in what looks like blood. It's even still dripping. Weird.
MISTER WRIGHT: You see, class, anyone who listens to my words and follows my example will easily leave their opponents looking much more like this then how they left them last week. Would anyone like to tell me what happened last week?
Meatball hesitantly raises his hand.
MISTER WRIGHT: Yes! You, there, in the center of the room.
MEATBALL: Well, he uhh…
Mister Wright approaches Meatballs desk and leans in.
MISTER WRIGHT: Yes?
MEATBALL: He got lucky! Meatball never loses! I’M THE BIG BAD GODDAMN MEATBALL!
Mister Wright Slaps the bald head of Meatball causing the bad man to look up with a scowl.
MISTER WRIGHT: Language!
Mister Wright walks back over to the white board to continue his class.
MISTER WRIGHT: Now. Let's pay attention.
Mister Wright flips that whiteboard again and this time there's a picture of Meatball holding his hands up in victory. It's still a stick figure but it's kind of a round stick figure. It's also labeled: Meatball.
MISTER WRIGHT: The first thing we need to realize is that we're here in Project Underground to do something great! Make Friends! And in order to make friends we have to sometimes play a little rough. And if we're going to play rough, we're going to be the BEST at playing rough.
Mister Wright grabs a magnet of steel chair and slaps it on the whiteboard.
MISTER WRIGHT: That means...
Mister Wright takes down the steel chair magnet and slaps up a sledgehammer one.
MISTER WRIGHT: Using whatever...
Mister Wright takes down the sledgehammer magnet and slaps up a baseball bat one.
MISTER WRIGHT: We have nearby...
Mister Wright takes down the baseball bat magnet and slaps up a kitchen sink one.
MISTER WRIGHT: To Play With!
Mister Wright slaps up all the magnets again in a circle around the Meatball drawing.
MISTER WRIGHT: Remember, class, it's not about whether you win or lose. It's about how rough you play the game!
Meatball begins to take notes as Mister Wright gives his lesson.
MEATBALL: I know rough! There ain’t no bounds, the Big Bad Meatball won’t cross. So you’re saying as long as my opponents are in pain I’m the real winner?
MISTER WRIGHT: Correct! But remember! An opponent is just a Friend you haven't Made yet! So let's get out there and MAKE! SOME! FRIENDS!
Meatball attempts to get up to cheer along with Mister Wright but gets stuck in his desk. Mister Wright exits the scene leaving Meatball stuck by himself.
MEATBALL: Uhh, hello? I can’t get out. Hello?
The camera cuts away.
MAIN EVENT
ALL-ATTITUDE (TYLER & JUSTIN CAGE) VERSUS VIKTOR BANNON & NATHAN O’CONNOR
TAG TEAM MATCH
It’s high paced action in the main event as two tag teams look to capture a win. Together, Tyler and Justin discuss who will start the match. While their oppositions have already made a decision, with Nathan starting for them. Nathan and Tyler start things off, though Nathan makes it look easy, even with the size difference between the men. Nathan wins the lock up, slipping around to wrap arms around Tyler’s waist and toss him with a German Suplex. The crowd cheers loudly, Nathan smirking a bit as he gets back to his feet.
NATHAN O’CONNOR: Real quiet right now, huh?
TYLER CAGE: Pure luck. Come on.
Tyler rolls his eyes, though he’s quick to drive a boot into the stomach of Nathan. Tyler drops him with a DDT to follow up, before dragging him over to the corner where Justin eagerly awaits a tag. There’s some mouthing off before Justin and Tyler tag out. Though, Tyler holds onto Nathan so Justin can get some hits in before he exits the ring.
AARYA SINGH: What a bonehead. I hate this guy. Can you believe him?!
SAMAR SINGH: Poor Justin is going to suffer because of his own brother. Tragic.
Justin nails Nathan with a Backbreaker, before dragging him towards the center of the ring. But, Nathan slaps Justin’s hands away in the process. Nathan shoves Justin away, before nailing him with a Roundhouse Kick! The move rocks Justin, though doesn’t stop Nathan from slowing down. He swiftly moves to the corner, tagging in Viktor who enters the ring swiftly.
Justin hardly has any time to catch a breath when Viktor starts firing away lefts and rights until he has him in a corner. Viktor nails not one, not two, but three German Suplexes to Justin before he finally attempts a pin.
ONE!
TWOO!
No! Kickout by Justin as Tyler looks on yelling towards his brother. Nathan and Tyler both looking for a tag in this as Viktor rolls to his feet. Instead, Tyler removes himself from the apron and runs over to knock Nathan from the opposite side of the ring. Nathan eats the apron and falls onto the floor as Tyler rushes back over to his side of the ring.
AARYA SINGH: God, as if this man could not stoop any lower. Typical dickhead behavior from this douche canoe.
SAMAR SINGH: I wouldn’t speak so soon!
Viktor gets momentarily distracted arguing with Tyler, though Justin attempts to take advantage of this by rolling Viktor up. Justin puts all of his weight into the pin, holding onto Viktor as he does so. But, Viktor rolls through with vigor. Nathan hops onto the apron, looking a bit frustrated, as Viktor quickly tags him in.
Nathan takes Justin down a few times with some Clotheslines, before dragging him back to his feet. However, after Justin is tossed into a corner, Tyler is close by and shoves him out of the way as Nathan charges forward. Tyler jabs Nathan in the eye with a finger, allowing Justin to set him up for a Superkick! Half of the Attitude Factor is in. But, Viktor manages to tag in when Nathan stumbles in his direction.
Viktor quickly moves Nathan out of the way and towards safety, only to be met with a Superkick from Justin. Justin tags Tyler in, who finally connects with a Shooting Star Press! ATTITUDE FACTOR connects as Tyler makes the pin. Tyler quickly escapes the ring with Justin standing on the apron.
VERA KNIGHT: Here are your winners by Pinfall… AAALLL AAATTTTTTIIITTTUUUDDDEEE… TYLER AND JUSTIN CCCAAAGGGEEE!
Viktor charges forward in frustration, quickly taking Justin out as Tyler catches his brother. There’s a heated argument between Tyler and Viktor, as Nathan tries to diffuse the situation as the show comes to a close on Viktor’s angry face.[/code][/font][/font]
