... Monsters Can be Sympathised With ...
Dec 3, 2022 23:00:23 GMT -5
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Post by distortedamber on Dec 3, 2022 23:00:23 GMT -5
Premise: Amber Ryan doesn’t *actually* believe anyone alive would let her book a wrestling show, cause that would be ridiculous. So, in her absurdist and hyper-pragmatic cynicism… she thinks this is some surrealist dream bullshit… and is booking it as such.
Arena: Abandoned Avanhard Stadium, Pripyat, Ukraine. (aka about 18 miles from Chernobyl)
Capacity: 5000
Through crumbling stone, the vibrancy of greenery of nature forcing its will through concrete foundations sets the stage for what can only be assumed is the worst kind of hangover-dream scenario- and maybe it is, or at least that's what its creator seems to think.
16 of the industry's top competitors have been drawn into the radioactive heart of the once bustling small city of Pripyat, to a stadium abandoned in the wake of the Chernobyl nuclear meltdown. Supposedly unlivable for a further 150 years from now, the absurdity isn’t lost on those brave (or stupid) enough to have made the trek in hopes of discovering what could either be the most immortalizing or downright dangerous wrestling event ever planned.
Those few packing the crowds glance to each other unsurely, wondering if they’ve simply been lured here by yet another promise of festivities only to be presented with a cheese sandwich and a severe case of radiation poisoning. After all… no one *actually* believes that they’d let fucking Amber Ryan of all people book a wrestling event.
Right?
… Right?!
‘Cry Sister’ by Royal Bliss roars in from *somewhere*, even the few stagehands convinced that the pay is worth the mortality risk aren’t quite sure of the source- however it rings loud and true, in it's opening siren-esque glory as the ‘Painted Hurricane’ herself wanders out from a tunnel that absolutely looks as though it's about to collapse beneath the resonant bass, dust and silt fall like a powdered snow as Amber makes her way rather amusedly towards a very rickety looking ring, poorly constructed like a last-minute decision. Most likely because no one thought this would be sanctioned… and it probably isn’t, but when has that ever stopped a great party?
There’s no mic to reach for, and the crowd murmurs undecidedly while a few pockets of cheers fall to near silence as the redhead paces for a moment, footsteps loud and hollow as the echo of her voice fills the space.
"Whoever allowed this monstrosity to happen… I hope you understand what you’ve wrought on the industry. There is a reason some things in life are forbidden, things that may seem taboo and frowned upon by the greater population. Wrestling, for a very long time, was one of those things… Forced to the underground and frowned upon as a joke, as something enjoyed only by the depraved and the baseless."
Amber finds the nearest camera and sidles up coyly.
"You’ve no idea what depraved and baseless truly is. You’ll learn though, that's the beauty of what we’re doing here- why not go where no one else dares venture, to a place that draws as much fear as it does curiosity. Where survival comes down to your own god given ability to out endure the next guy… to outlast.
Deep down, we are monsters… It's only in a place like this that you can really show the world just what that truly means."
Pulling away with a vague flourish, the crowd still unsure if they are deluded by the passive radiation poisoning or if they are caught in their own nightmare dream state that they haven’t found the wherewithal to pinch themselves from, Amber straightens up like the ringmaster of her very own precious little killer circus.
"This isn't about the richest prizes or the biggest spotlights, as you'll soon see... Survival and living are their own greatest reward. Waking up the next day after walking through whatever hell is offered up to us, should be worth more than leather and metal...
I made my name in the worst this industry had to offer… and tonight, you’re in my playground kiddies. These are sentimental toys, these are the keepsakes I've been holding onto throughout the years and now I get to share them all with you... Here and now- everything goes, nothing is sacred. Time is of the essence, but know that it's definitely not on your side- see, every match is a beat the clock, depending how much you value your life…"
Amber pauses thoughtfully whilst allowing the seconds to further tick away.
"After all, what doesn’t kill you…"
With a somewhat machiavellian smile, the chuckle falls from her lips as she exits through ropes that threaten to snap under the weight of a deep breath before making her way back towards the crumbling tunnel.
******
Segment #1
A roulette wheel is spinning, faster till the colours become a blur- however this wheel isn’t detailed with numbers- but words. Match types, though the letters can’t be made out there are symbols next to each that linger for a split second.
Flames. Dumpsters. Barbed Wire. Ladders. Radioactivity. Every permutation of an extreme match is represented in their most extravagant form.
Wheel slows with a soft clicking, the first match is to be decided.
Electrified Barbed Wire Ropes match.
******
Match #1 : Joe Montuori vs Johnathan Cable vs Xavier Lux
“The Only Good Roulette is Russian” - Roulette decided Electrified Barbed Wire Ropes match.
- Roulette wheel decides the match, as described briefly in the segment before. Every competitor gets the option of a signature weapon to bring in- as well as the Electrified Barbed Wire stipulation.
Match is decided by a 10 count, elimination style with last man standing rules.
These competitors are the ones that Amber feels would be the most suited to a random stipulation choice, they have a certain air of unpredictability and wanted to express that through their match choice. Also, who doesn’t love the idea of three psychos just fucking killing each other to kick off the night.
******
Segment #2
Duelling promo snippets from Selena Frost and Molly Hatchet, the footage overlayed in harsh frosted blues for Selena and brilliant fiery reds for Molly.
Each line from each competitor is matched with one from their opponent so it becomes an edited back and forth hype match to lead into the next (while the remains of the previous match are being inadequately ‘cleaned up’ after.
******
Match #2: Selena Frost vs Molly Hatchet
“A Song Of Fire And Ice” - Inferno and Dry Ice match.
Apron is rigged with both capacity to produce fire for inferno style rules and produce clouds of liquid nitrogen/dry ice fog that can also produce nasty burns. Each one is triggered by a button on opposite corner posts- one side is hot, the other cold. Switchover does take a few seconds so competitors will need to be as strategic as they are sadistic with their timing.
Winner scalds the other with both fire and ice- order of which is irrelevant so long as both occur.
For Amber, it's impossible not to book the Snow Queen vs Fiery Queen of the Hatchet Clan. As a fire-fly herself, there had to be an element of that on the card and given her own experience in Inferno matches (2-0) it seemed only appropriate to add an extra layer of interest to an already ridiculous stipulation.
******
Segment #3
Flickers of blue collar workers, particularly American- think the old 1950-1970’s advertising type of footage, working hard in factories, building sites, garages. Evolution of work progresses to include more artistic pursuits but also grows to include violence. Riots and fights in the street, protests turning ugly etc
Labour strikes with shields and pepper spray being employed.
Over the top, a male voiceover describes the hardships of the working man. What work used to be, what it's considered as now- and how two men have epitomised what it means to be ‘hard working’ in order to get where they are.
Flashes of Peter Vaughn and Allen Chaney in their respective pursuits- a build up to a clash of styles and perspectives. A comedian vs a mechanic, two outlooks on the industry brought together under the premise that they believe their view is the more correct one.
******
Match #3 : Allen Chaney vs Peter Vaughn
“Blue Collar To The Bone” - Dog Collar Match.
Anything goes, as per the usual with this event. Both latched together by the neck, the strap between them just long enough to give them room to move, but close enough that they can’t just simply decide to leave. Likely to be the closest thing to a real ‘match’ on the show in terms of technicality and straight up brawling. Winner is by pinfall (5 count cause why not) or submission. No TKO’s, no match stoppages. Beat them to the bone, but not so badly that you sabotage yourself in the process.
It's always said that the blue collar worker gets treated like a dog. From Amber’s view, as a qualified mechanic herself, she sees this as an excellent ‘showcase’ opportunity for two of the hardest working men in the industry to show what it truly means to be worked to the bone.
******
Segment #4
First and only actual venture backstage of the evening, cause shit just isn't safe, if it can even be called that. Amber Ryan is in what can only be presumed as an old office- filing cabinet is rusted through and full of holes, the desk has collapsed on one side and everything has a certain odour of decay.
Amber isn’t deterred though and has her converses up on the side of the desk still technically functionally standing and is approached by her own opponent for the evening- Lex Collins.
Lex is pragmatic and down to Earth as usual, questions what the fuck she thinks she’s doing with this event. That it's beyond madness to the point that she’s putting people's lives on the line etc Amber shrugs it off though- she’s still under the delusion that this is all some hungover technicolour nightmare and that no one would ever *actually* let her do this.
She tells Lex that it's fine, and that he’s got plenty more to be concerned about than a little radiation poisoning with a coy smile.
******
Match #4: Candice Wolf-Page vs Sarah ‘Dollface’ Wolf vs Regan Voorhees
“Queen Of The Paper Bag Prom” - Evening Gown Deathmatch
All these women are known for two things- being pretty and being pretty fucking awesome. So why not capture that in a match? Regular deathmatch rules apply in terms that there are none- everything goes, no stripping or stupid bullshit like that. This is a showcase that looking good and being great aren’t mutually exclusive in this industry.
By the end, we’re expecting some serious ‘Carrie’ vibes- otherwise you know there's gonna be more than just a little bit of disappointment.
No eliminations, just fight to a five count pin. No submissions, no TKO’s and no ref stoppages. Three women are taking their looks and their lives into their own hands- with no regard for anyone else's.
For Amber, this is a real beauty and the beast scenario- being a woman in the industry has come, over the years, with certain misconceptions and this seemed like a fun idea from the redhead to combine what many consider women’s wrestling ‘to be’ or what it ‘should be’ to what it *currently is*.
******
Segment #5
Promo package for the next match- highlights of the out of ring escapades of Dionysus and Vhodka Black. Both known for being over-the-top and outrageous, larger than life personalities.
Duelling footage of them living their lives to the fullest degrees cut in with their greatest- bloodiest- trials and triumphs.
Voice overs about the seven deadly sins and how embracing them can’t possibly be that bad for your health… Moderation might be key, but over indulgence is everything.
******
Match #5: Dionysus vs Vhodka Black
“A Life Lived In Excess” - Dumpster Match
No holds barred. Death match rules. It looks like someone has dumped the contents of a home depot going out of business around the ring, along with other rather more curious paraphernalia provided by the competitors themselves. What they get is whatever their heart desires… This is a match of embracing taboos, excess and extravagance.
Winner dumps their opponent into a dumpster and closes the lid- what the dumpster has in it though… Well, that's not been clarified. Mostly because no one could be paid enough to actually look inside.
Some things in life are better off not knowing.
If this isn’t the definition of a ‘guilty pleasures’ match then Amber wouldn’t know what is- both of them are known for being bigger, badder and bolder than the average so why not allow them the freedom to ‘express’ themselves artistically and sadistically in the most fitting way that Amber could concoct?
******
Segment #6
Contrast promos between Raion Kido and Shawn Warstein. War and peace, heaven and hell. Light vs darkness. Raion Kido is the ultimate good guy, framed as a prospective saint waiting to bless the world with pre-requisite miracles while Shawn Warstein is the down to earth veteran. Fire and brimstone, a realistic to cynical world view that views this sainthood as an offence against nature.
Duelling promo lines and light effects cast across highlights of both their works before the ‘structure’ they are set to fight upon is slowly revealed, from the ground looking up to a rickety scaffold…
There's a thousand ways up, but only one way down.
******
Match #6 Semi-main event: Raion Kido vs Shawn Warstein
“Your Name In Lights” - Glass Tables & Neon Lights Scaffold Match
Two men known for shining bright but for different reasons- so who can shine brightest through a thousand tiny shards of glass as their opponent falls to their transparent doom?
It's a rickety scaffold cause that's the best they could get ahold of, given the location, with as many ‘glass tables’ which are really more just glass panes balanced on deconstructed tables and neon lights spelling out both of their surnames atop the scaffold.
Winner breaks the others neon name (whether as a weapon or just destructively depending) and launches their opponent off the structure and through the glass tables. Glass tables must be landed upon, if they are cleared for whatever reason- the match continues.
(Cause it actually happened to Amber- where she got tossed clear of the glass tables and the match continued, s0 she wants to make sure it's done right with no excuses.)
After all, the people want bright lights and bigger names… Just be careful what you wish for.
This match is an Amber Ryan special, a match that's only been fought once (and a match she actually lost despite it being of her own design, in her early career). A match that set the tone for her career and one that is set to change the course of two more by the time the night is over.
She’s got a special soft spot for this one, and realised that only polar opposites could do justice to something that hasn;t been spectacled in over a decade.
******
Segment #7
One last promo package detailing the parallel careers of Amber Ryan and Lex Collins.
How they managed to span across 10+ years and never face, despite their reputations arguably leaving them on par and on a collision course.
Both of them are known for their ability to outlast and out endure- to succeed in the face of certain failure.
Highlights through split screen of their parallels slowly overlap until it seems like they are both almost fighting the same matches- but obviously not. It's an interesting effect, watching them both succeed with world titles and then appear utterly destroyed in the next scene.
It's uncanny their similarities- and it's about fucking time they square up…
******
Match #7 Main Event - Amber Ryan vs Lex Collins
“This Alchemy Of Suffering” - Last Man Standing 1 Hour Iron Man Match.
Endurance is key, and both of these competitors made their name in doing the impossible. True dark horses until they became undeniable in their own rights - 10 years they’ve somehow managed to steer clear of each other in a competitive aspect, just passing moments of ‘what if’ when they end up in the same company for a hot minute. 10 years of ‘eventually’, of ‘maybe’.
10 years in the making- a match both competitors have wanted and never been able to make possible until now.
This is the ultimate test of who can truly outlast. Everything goes, entirely unsanctionable in its brutality- 10 count last man standing rules, submissions also apply. Most counts and/or tap outs in the space of an hour wins. Strategic and yet gruelling - just how much can the human body truly endure, especially under the radioactive veil of Chernobyl.
Remember, time is of the essence tonight… but it's definitely not on your side.
Arena: Abandoned Avanhard Stadium, Pripyat, Ukraine. (aka about 18 miles from Chernobyl)
Capacity: 5000
Through crumbling stone, the vibrancy of greenery of nature forcing its will through concrete foundations sets the stage for what can only be assumed is the worst kind of hangover-dream scenario- and maybe it is, or at least that's what its creator seems to think.
16 of the industry's top competitors have been drawn into the radioactive heart of the once bustling small city of Pripyat, to a stadium abandoned in the wake of the Chernobyl nuclear meltdown. Supposedly unlivable for a further 150 years from now, the absurdity isn’t lost on those brave (or stupid) enough to have made the trek in hopes of discovering what could either be the most immortalizing or downright dangerous wrestling event ever planned.
Those few packing the crowds glance to each other unsurely, wondering if they’ve simply been lured here by yet another promise of festivities only to be presented with a cheese sandwich and a severe case of radiation poisoning. After all… no one *actually* believes that they’d let fucking Amber Ryan of all people book a wrestling event.
Right?
… Right?!
Resplendent Hurricane Productions Presents : "Monsters Can Be Sympathised With"
‘Cry Sister’ by Royal Bliss roars in from *somewhere*, even the few stagehands convinced that the pay is worth the mortality risk aren’t quite sure of the source- however it rings loud and true, in it's opening siren-esque glory as the ‘Painted Hurricane’ herself wanders out from a tunnel that absolutely looks as though it's about to collapse beneath the resonant bass, dust and silt fall like a powdered snow as Amber makes her way rather amusedly towards a very rickety looking ring, poorly constructed like a last-minute decision. Most likely because no one thought this would be sanctioned… and it probably isn’t, but when has that ever stopped a great party?
There’s no mic to reach for, and the crowd murmurs undecidedly while a few pockets of cheers fall to near silence as the redhead paces for a moment, footsteps loud and hollow as the echo of her voice fills the space.
"Whoever allowed this monstrosity to happen… I hope you understand what you’ve wrought on the industry. There is a reason some things in life are forbidden, things that may seem taboo and frowned upon by the greater population. Wrestling, for a very long time, was one of those things… Forced to the underground and frowned upon as a joke, as something enjoyed only by the depraved and the baseless."
Amber finds the nearest camera and sidles up coyly.
"You’ve no idea what depraved and baseless truly is. You’ll learn though, that's the beauty of what we’re doing here- why not go where no one else dares venture, to a place that draws as much fear as it does curiosity. Where survival comes down to your own god given ability to out endure the next guy… to outlast.
Deep down, we are monsters… It's only in a place like this that you can really show the world just what that truly means."
Pulling away with a vague flourish, the crowd still unsure if they are deluded by the passive radiation poisoning or if they are caught in their own nightmare dream state that they haven’t found the wherewithal to pinch themselves from, Amber straightens up like the ringmaster of her very own precious little killer circus.
"This isn't about the richest prizes or the biggest spotlights, as you'll soon see... Survival and living are their own greatest reward. Waking up the next day after walking through whatever hell is offered up to us, should be worth more than leather and metal...
I made my name in the worst this industry had to offer… and tonight, you’re in my playground kiddies. These are sentimental toys, these are the keepsakes I've been holding onto throughout the years and now I get to share them all with you... Here and now- everything goes, nothing is sacred. Time is of the essence, but know that it's definitely not on your side- see, every match is a beat the clock, depending how much you value your life…"
Amber pauses thoughtfully whilst allowing the seconds to further tick away.
"After all, what doesn’t kill you…"
With a somewhat machiavellian smile, the chuckle falls from her lips as she exits through ropes that threaten to snap under the weight of a deep breath before making her way back towards the crumbling tunnel.
******
Segment #1
A roulette wheel is spinning, faster till the colours become a blur- however this wheel isn’t detailed with numbers- but words. Match types, though the letters can’t be made out there are symbols next to each that linger for a split second.
Flames. Dumpsters. Barbed Wire. Ladders. Radioactivity. Every permutation of an extreme match is represented in their most extravagant form.
Wheel slows with a soft clicking, the first match is to be decided.
Electrified Barbed Wire Ropes match.
******
Match #1 : Joe Montuori vs Johnathan Cable vs Xavier Lux
“The Only Good Roulette is Russian” - Roulette decided Electrified Barbed Wire Ropes match.
- Roulette wheel decides the match, as described briefly in the segment before. Every competitor gets the option of a signature weapon to bring in- as well as the Electrified Barbed Wire stipulation.
Match is decided by a 10 count, elimination style with last man standing rules.
These competitors are the ones that Amber feels would be the most suited to a random stipulation choice, they have a certain air of unpredictability and wanted to express that through their match choice. Also, who doesn’t love the idea of three psychos just fucking killing each other to kick off the night.
******
Segment #2
Duelling promo snippets from Selena Frost and Molly Hatchet, the footage overlayed in harsh frosted blues for Selena and brilliant fiery reds for Molly.
Each line from each competitor is matched with one from their opponent so it becomes an edited back and forth hype match to lead into the next (while the remains of the previous match are being inadequately ‘cleaned up’ after.
******
Match #2: Selena Frost vs Molly Hatchet
“A Song Of Fire And Ice” - Inferno and Dry Ice match.
Apron is rigged with both capacity to produce fire for inferno style rules and produce clouds of liquid nitrogen/dry ice fog that can also produce nasty burns. Each one is triggered by a button on opposite corner posts- one side is hot, the other cold. Switchover does take a few seconds so competitors will need to be as strategic as they are sadistic with their timing.
Winner scalds the other with both fire and ice- order of which is irrelevant so long as both occur.
For Amber, it's impossible not to book the Snow Queen vs Fiery Queen of the Hatchet Clan. As a fire-fly herself, there had to be an element of that on the card and given her own experience in Inferno matches (2-0) it seemed only appropriate to add an extra layer of interest to an already ridiculous stipulation.
******
Segment #3
Flickers of blue collar workers, particularly American- think the old 1950-1970’s advertising type of footage, working hard in factories, building sites, garages. Evolution of work progresses to include more artistic pursuits but also grows to include violence. Riots and fights in the street, protests turning ugly etc
Labour strikes with shields and pepper spray being employed.
Over the top, a male voiceover describes the hardships of the working man. What work used to be, what it's considered as now- and how two men have epitomised what it means to be ‘hard working’ in order to get where they are.
Flashes of Peter Vaughn and Allen Chaney in their respective pursuits- a build up to a clash of styles and perspectives. A comedian vs a mechanic, two outlooks on the industry brought together under the premise that they believe their view is the more correct one.
******
Match #3 : Allen Chaney vs Peter Vaughn
“Blue Collar To The Bone” - Dog Collar Match.
Anything goes, as per the usual with this event. Both latched together by the neck, the strap between them just long enough to give them room to move, but close enough that they can’t just simply decide to leave. Likely to be the closest thing to a real ‘match’ on the show in terms of technicality and straight up brawling. Winner is by pinfall (5 count cause why not) or submission. No TKO’s, no match stoppages. Beat them to the bone, but not so badly that you sabotage yourself in the process.
It's always said that the blue collar worker gets treated like a dog. From Amber’s view, as a qualified mechanic herself, she sees this as an excellent ‘showcase’ opportunity for two of the hardest working men in the industry to show what it truly means to be worked to the bone.
******
Segment #4
First and only actual venture backstage of the evening, cause shit just isn't safe, if it can even be called that. Amber Ryan is in what can only be presumed as an old office- filing cabinet is rusted through and full of holes, the desk has collapsed on one side and everything has a certain odour of decay.
Amber isn’t deterred though and has her converses up on the side of the desk still technically functionally standing and is approached by her own opponent for the evening- Lex Collins.
Lex is pragmatic and down to Earth as usual, questions what the fuck she thinks she’s doing with this event. That it's beyond madness to the point that she’s putting people's lives on the line etc Amber shrugs it off though- she’s still under the delusion that this is all some hungover technicolour nightmare and that no one would ever *actually* let her do this.
She tells Lex that it's fine, and that he’s got plenty more to be concerned about than a little radiation poisoning with a coy smile.
******
Match #4: Candice Wolf-Page vs Sarah ‘Dollface’ Wolf vs Regan Voorhees
“Queen Of The Paper Bag Prom” - Evening Gown Deathmatch
All these women are known for two things- being pretty and being pretty fucking awesome. So why not capture that in a match? Regular deathmatch rules apply in terms that there are none- everything goes, no stripping or stupid bullshit like that. This is a showcase that looking good and being great aren’t mutually exclusive in this industry.
By the end, we’re expecting some serious ‘Carrie’ vibes- otherwise you know there's gonna be more than just a little bit of disappointment.
No eliminations, just fight to a five count pin. No submissions, no TKO’s and no ref stoppages. Three women are taking their looks and their lives into their own hands- with no regard for anyone else's.
For Amber, this is a real beauty and the beast scenario- being a woman in the industry has come, over the years, with certain misconceptions and this seemed like a fun idea from the redhead to combine what many consider women’s wrestling ‘to be’ or what it ‘should be’ to what it *currently is*.
******
Segment #5
Promo package for the next match- highlights of the out of ring escapades of Dionysus and Vhodka Black. Both known for being over-the-top and outrageous, larger than life personalities.
Duelling footage of them living their lives to the fullest degrees cut in with their greatest- bloodiest- trials and triumphs.
Voice overs about the seven deadly sins and how embracing them can’t possibly be that bad for your health… Moderation might be key, but over indulgence is everything.
******
Match #5: Dionysus vs Vhodka Black
“A Life Lived In Excess” - Dumpster Match
No holds barred. Death match rules. It looks like someone has dumped the contents of a home depot going out of business around the ring, along with other rather more curious paraphernalia provided by the competitors themselves. What they get is whatever their heart desires… This is a match of embracing taboos, excess and extravagance.
Winner dumps their opponent into a dumpster and closes the lid- what the dumpster has in it though… Well, that's not been clarified. Mostly because no one could be paid enough to actually look inside.
Some things in life are better off not knowing.
If this isn’t the definition of a ‘guilty pleasures’ match then Amber wouldn’t know what is- both of them are known for being bigger, badder and bolder than the average so why not allow them the freedom to ‘express’ themselves artistically and sadistically in the most fitting way that Amber could concoct?
******
Segment #6
Contrast promos between Raion Kido and Shawn Warstein. War and peace, heaven and hell. Light vs darkness. Raion Kido is the ultimate good guy, framed as a prospective saint waiting to bless the world with pre-requisite miracles while Shawn Warstein is the down to earth veteran. Fire and brimstone, a realistic to cynical world view that views this sainthood as an offence against nature.
Duelling promo lines and light effects cast across highlights of both their works before the ‘structure’ they are set to fight upon is slowly revealed, from the ground looking up to a rickety scaffold…
There's a thousand ways up, but only one way down.
******
Match #6 Semi-main event: Raion Kido vs Shawn Warstein
“Your Name In Lights” - Glass Tables & Neon Lights Scaffold Match
Two men known for shining bright but for different reasons- so who can shine brightest through a thousand tiny shards of glass as their opponent falls to their transparent doom?
It's a rickety scaffold cause that's the best they could get ahold of, given the location, with as many ‘glass tables’ which are really more just glass panes balanced on deconstructed tables and neon lights spelling out both of their surnames atop the scaffold.
Winner breaks the others neon name (whether as a weapon or just destructively depending) and launches their opponent off the structure and through the glass tables. Glass tables must be landed upon, if they are cleared for whatever reason- the match continues.
(Cause it actually happened to Amber- where she got tossed clear of the glass tables and the match continued, s0 she wants to make sure it's done right with no excuses.)
After all, the people want bright lights and bigger names… Just be careful what you wish for.
This match is an Amber Ryan special, a match that's only been fought once (and a match she actually lost despite it being of her own design, in her early career). A match that set the tone for her career and one that is set to change the course of two more by the time the night is over.
She’s got a special soft spot for this one, and realised that only polar opposites could do justice to something that hasn;t been spectacled in over a decade.
******
Segment #7
One last promo package detailing the parallel careers of Amber Ryan and Lex Collins.
How they managed to span across 10+ years and never face, despite their reputations arguably leaving them on par and on a collision course.
Both of them are known for their ability to outlast and out endure- to succeed in the face of certain failure.
Highlights through split screen of their parallels slowly overlap until it seems like they are both almost fighting the same matches- but obviously not. It's an interesting effect, watching them both succeed with world titles and then appear utterly destroyed in the next scene.
It's uncanny their similarities- and it's about fucking time they square up…
******
Match #7 Main Event - Amber Ryan vs Lex Collins
“This Alchemy Of Suffering” - Last Man Standing 1 Hour Iron Man Match.
Endurance is key, and both of these competitors made their name in doing the impossible. True dark horses until they became undeniable in their own rights - 10 years they’ve somehow managed to steer clear of each other in a competitive aspect, just passing moments of ‘what if’ when they end up in the same company for a hot minute. 10 years of ‘eventually’, of ‘maybe’.
10 years in the making- a match both competitors have wanted and never been able to make possible until now.
This is the ultimate test of who can truly outlast. Everything goes, entirely unsanctionable in its brutality- 10 count last man standing rules, submissions also apply. Most counts and/or tap outs in the space of an hour wins. Strategic and yet gruelling - just how much can the human body truly endure, especially under the radioactive veil of Chernobyl.
Remember, time is of the essence tonight… but it's definitely not on your side.