Post by TIA Promotions on Nov 20, 2023 11:31:47 GMT -5
10.22.23
Amway Center - Orlando, FL
In the heart of Orlando, Florida, the Amway Center stands as a chameleon, shedding its identity as the home of the Magic to embrace a new role as a place where dreams come true.
At the heart of the arena lays a colossal wrestling ring, vividly adorned with ropes and turnbuckles painted in the signature colors of the Last Man Standing, along with THIS IS AWESOME banners, and Make-A-Wish Foundation logos.
Tonight the stands are a sea of young expectant faces, each representing a story, a hope, and a dream. Families, avid wrestling enthusiasts, and fans alike, with hearts wide open occupy every seat, proudly waving foam fingers and signs in the air.
Backstage, seasoned wrestlers rub elbows with emerging talents, united by a shared purpose – raising money for a charity that helps terminally ill children live out their dreams.
In anticipation of the first match on tonight’s card, stories of bravery and resilience play on the jumbotron, painting a picture of unyielding spirit and a poignant reminder of the importance of the night's cause. One insignificant man stands alone in the ring as the screen goes dark.
SAUCE BOSS: Hellooo… Orlando!!! Tonight we have a special treat for you. Nine huge matchups between some of the best professional wrestlers of today, and some of the rising stars of tomorrow. I'm the Sauce Boss. Thank you for joining me today inside the beautiful Amway Center for what should be an amazing night. Tonight’s event is brought to you by THIS IS AWESOME PROMOTIONS in conjunction with KAYFABE AIRLINES and the MAKE-A-WISH FOUNDATION. Information booths and dedicated volunteers stand ready to tell you more about the organization's mission and to collect donations to fulfill the dreams of their children. Please… give what you can and visit their website at WISH.ORG.
SAUCE BOSS: Tonight I’ll be calling some of the action, hanging out in the crowd, and maybe making a big donation of my own. It is MY WISH, that everybody here has a great time tonight and that we can raise some money for a good cause. So turn to the people on your left and turn to the people on your right. Hug somebody. Be a friend. And enjoy the next few hours of world class professional wrestling!!!
Sauce Boss exits the ring to high five some of the kids at ringside and another figure takes center ring as the lights dim and the spotlight illuminates her lovely features. Ring announcer/Spanish commentator, Cookie Carter starts the introductions.
COOKIE CARTER: Orlando Florida… Are you ready for the first bout of the evening? Oh, I know you can do better than that. I said…ARE… YOU… READY?!
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MATCH #1
ELI BUCHANAN VS. THE SUMATRAN KID
COOKIE CARTER: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, he hails from Tiger, California and weighed in at one hundred fifty-two pounds… The Sumatran Kid!
The Sumatran leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle and waves his hands in the air before doing a backflip. He barely manages to pull off the superhero landing. The children in the audience laugh and start clapping.
COOKIE CARTER: And his opponent…
“Hotel California” by The Eagles begins to play. Eli Buchanan steps out from behind the curtain accompanied by a woman in a black dress. Cookie looks at her cards and can clearly be seen saying to the referee, “She’s not in my notes” before making the official announcement.
COOKIE CARTER: From Hotel California, by way of Guelph, Ontario, Canada. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Charlotte O’Neil, he is one called Ymnar,... Eli Buchanan!
The gothic duo make their way down to the ring and Eli helps Charlotte up onto the apron before climbing into the ring.
ED SOMETHING: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and…whatevers. My name is Ed Something and I’ll be calling the action during this match because El Buchanan told me to.
Charlotte gives Eli a kiss on the cheek before descending the stairs. The referee calls for the bell and the match is on its way. The two competitors square up in the center of the ring. The Sumatran Kid offers out his hand and Eli Buchanan uncharacteristically shakes it before taking a step back. The two of them lock up, collar and elbow style. The much larger Eli shoves the Kid off directly on his back. Eli turns to the crowd and claps his hands and the kids try to boo him out of the building.
ED SOMETHING: This Sumatran Kid is way out of his depth in this match. Buchanan outweighs him by nearly a hundred pounds. The name definitely fits him, Sumatrans are the smallest known type of tiger. I guess that would make Buchanan an Amur tiger then. This kid’s going to get mauled.
Sumatran Kid attempts a kip up and completely fails, falling flat on his back. From her position outside the ring, Charlotte O’Neil laughs loudly, which seems to annoy the masked wrestler. He attempts to kip up a second time and nearly falls on his ass, but manages to catch himself with the rope and maintains a crouched position. Eli Buchanan attempts to step in but Sumatran Kid holds out his hand.
SUMATRAN KID: Please, I’ve got this! I can do this!
Eli raises his hands and steps back, resting against the far ropes. Sumatran Kid drops onto his back once more and kicks his feet into the air: once, twice, three times. He pushes up with his arms and manages to successfully kip up to his feet. The crowd cheers and Sumatran Kid jumps up on the middle rope to celebrate as if he’s won the match already. He hops back down and turns around to face his opponent, only to be nearly knocked out of his boots with a ferocious lariat clothesline from Buchanan.
ED SOMETHING: I’ll give this kid credit, he’s got heart. As for brains, I think Eli Buchanan just knocked what little he had left in him out with that lariat!
Buchanan bent down and pulled Sumatran Kid up by the mask and dusted him off. He could be heard asking the rookie if he was okay. Sumatran Kid nodded and Eli immediately grabbed him around the waist and tossed him across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex, nearly dropping the rookie on his head. Buchanan rolled over on to his hands and knees, staring at Sumatran Kid with an evil grin. He crawled over to Charlotte and gave her a kiss, much to the displeasure of the crowd.
ED SOMETHING: I don’t know what these kids are complaining about, there’s nothing wrong with a husband and wife showing a bit of affection towards one another. They should be more worried about the Sumatran Kid. He’s only been hit with two moves and he already looks like he’s done for.
Eli winked at his wife, rolled on to his feet, and did a picture perfect kip up. He waited until Sumatran Kid managed to pull himself to his feet in the corner before running in and delivering a step up knee to the face. Buchanan quickly pulled the masked rookie out of the corner, spun him around and grabbed him around the waist hitting a release German suplex. Sumatran Kid hit hard and rolled towards the ropes in an effort to pull himself to his feet. Eli winked and blew his wife a kiss before charging in with a clubbing lariat, flattening Sumatran Kid into the corner. Once more, Eli pulled his opponent out into the middle of the ring and launched him with a second release German suplex and the referee quickly slid in to check on the rookie.
ED SOMETHING: There’s absolutely no finesse with Eli Buchanan’s offense here tonight. Everything he’s been hitting this Sumatran Kid with his high impact, and look at that grin on his face. I can’t tell a lie, it unnerves me watching him play with his food like this.
Eli moved in to try to follow up but the referee got to his feet and tried to push him back. Eli easily shoved the ref aside and went over to Sumatran Kid. He lifted the rookie around the waist to his feet and tossed him with a third release German suplex. This time Sumatran Kid managed to land on his feet. Charlotte screamed a warning to Eli, but as he sprung to his feet and turned around he was hit with a drop kick right in the chest. Buchanan fell backwards between the ropes and to the floor below. He pulled himself to his feet and tried to get back into the ring, but Sumatran Kid was ready and delivered a sliding drop kick that sent Buchanan ass over teakettle into the entrance way.
ED SOMETHING: What the fu… Sorry, I nearly forgot where I was. I’m shocked the Sumatran Kid had anything left after that clubbing offense. He’s certainly showing us all he’s got potential, but he needs to press the advantage while he can.
Sumatran Kid began stomping on the ground and got the whole crowd cheering. He waited for Eli Buchanan to make it to his feet before getting a running start and knocking Buchanan back down with a suicide dive. Charlotte rushed over to help her man back to his feet and tried to check on him, but Eli pushed her aside as the Sumatran Kid came rushing across the ring and hit a somersault plancha from over the top rope. With the crowd cheering him on, the rookie pulled the dazed Buchanan to his feet and rolled him into the ring. He climbed to the top rope and waited for Eli to get to his feet. Sumatran Kid leapt off and hit a flying crossbody block.
1… Kick out!
The rookie looked absolutely stunned. He turned to the referee and asked him if he was sure about that count.
ED SOMETHING: Why is he arguing with the referee? Follow up, Kid! Follow up!
Sumatran Kid clearly heard Ed shouting at him. He quickly climbed to the top rope, going for a moonsault. Eli pulled himself to his feet in time to see the rookie backflipping off the top turnbuckle and took a step to the side before jumping in the air. He lifts his knee up and with perfect timing it connects with Sumatran Kid’s chin as he comes crashing back down to earth. The energy felt like it was sucked right out of the crowd and Charlotte banged hard on the ring apron, yelling for her husband to end the match. Eli immediately dragged the rookie to his feet and lifted him up over his head in a crucifix position. With a flick of his wrist, Eli brought Sumatran Kid back down and drove his knee into his face for a second time, Go To Cheech style.
ED SOMETHING: He calls that “The Corruption”, but I call that the end. Stick a fork in this kid, he put up a good fight there, but he’s done.
Eli dropped on top of his opponent and covered him for the pin. 1…2…3…!
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, Eli Buchanan!
Charlotte slid into the ring after the match to congratulate Eli on his victory. The two of them stared down at the prone body of Sumatran Kid. Eli reached down.., and helped the rookie to his feet. He slapped him on the back and smiled, before taking his wife and departing, leaving the masked man looking both confused and happy.
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH #2
DANIELA RAYE-WEATHERS VS. KHADIJAH HOLLOWAY
The camera pans over the crowd, who are hyped up for this charity event. The camera stops on a group of three men sitting at a table. Seems that there will be some play-by-play for this match. The Caucasian male of the trio runs his fingers through his long dark hair.
SM RAYE: And here we are at the Amway Center in lovely Orlando, Florida. Well never thought I would say that again. Oh yeah.. for those who forgot I am SM Raye alongside me are Kurrupt and Antoni Banks.
ANTONI BANKS: Man, I love Florida so good to be back.
KURRUPT: Heh. Speak for yourself, Raye. I have always been loved in the south.
SM Raye: Sure Scrap. And fish breathe air.
ANTONI BANKS: Aye cut it or we'll get kicked out and I wanna see my Lil girl. Zip it.
SM RAYE: Sure whatever. Let's get to introductions shall we?
As the words leave his lips the sound equipment is overtaken by a mash up of Static X’s ‘Cold’ and Jonathan Davis’ ‘Careless’.
“We kiss. The Stars. We writhe. We are.”
Just as they did before the arena lights fade until nothing remains, but darkness and shadows. Dancing lights reflect from the entry way as six druids carrying torches walk out onto the ramp.
“You're angry with the beating of my careless selfish heart.
You're chasing me cause I'm too close, scared of what I can start.”
They line up three on each side of the ramp and raise their torches high to form an archway. A hearse slowly pulls out onto the ramp and stalls for a moment before traveling down the ramp as the arena lights slowly brighten back to their original shine.
“Cold! We’re so cold! We are so cold! We’re so cold!”
The last ride of the deceased comes to a halt at ringside and the druids extinguish their light sources and follow the same path before opening the back doors of the hearse and pulling out a coffin.
“COLD! We’re so COLD! We are so COLD! We’re so Cold!”
The druids slowly lift the lid to the casket and reveal the occupant to be none other than the woman many in the business call ‘The Beast’, Daniela Raye-Weathers herself. The camera zooms in on her beautiful, peaceful face. Suddenly those smoky chocolate orbs open with a flash of lightning and she sits up. The music fades away and the druids disappear into the smoke the lightning bolt has left behind.
SM RAYE: Man, this event has better funding than most big league shows I've been on. And that entrance was lit.
ANTONI BANKS: Amen. And look at the poise my daughter is showing.
KURRUPT: And this ladies and gentlemen is style.
As the ending of Daniela's theme plays out, the beginning of an all too familiar song begins to ring out within the arena.
'My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours (listen)'
Kurrupt jumps on the table and began to dance as the song played.
SM RAYE: Oh Jesus... (he palms his face.)
Daniela smirks as she also recognizes the song that is currently playing on the speakers. The aisle lined on both sides with the Venezuelan flag proudly flying.
SM RAYE: Well.. it’s only fitting that if my sister-in-law gets paid homage.. my wife should get the same from one of my other top students. These two are both in the top four.
ANTONI BANKS: And which is number one?
SM RAYE: Yet to be determined. (He smirks a little.)
Soon the unmistakable sound of a Ducati engine revs up is as we see ‘The Juggernaut’, Khadijah Holloway, decked out in a leather biker girl outfit bearing the Venezuelan colors speeding down to the ring.
‘I'm saying my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, badder than yours
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words
Her swagger don't stop
Her body won't quit
So fool, pipe down you ain't talkin' 'bout -ish
My chick bad, tell me if you seen her
She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena
All white top, all white belt
And all white jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, she's full grown
My chick bad, tell your chick to go home.’
SM RAYE: And that... is a good job.. I can't lie.
Kurrupt continues to dance on the top of the table.
ANTONI BANKS: Do get down.
Khadijah dismounts the motorcycle and makes her way into the ring, going in the opposite direction from Daniela. Both women's game faces on. Both ready to rumble.
SM RAYE: And.. (The official signals for the bell. Three tolls.) for whom the bell tolls?
ANTONI BANKS: this is go-
KURRUPT: (He stops dancing.) The song over? Dayum.
The Official attempts to stay out of Dodge as the two combatants circled one another. Neither wants to slip or give an early advantage. The two women meet, dead center of the squared circle with a hush momentarily falling over the audience. They lock up, each one's muscles tight and trying to outdo the other's force.
Daniela backs Khadijah into the far right corner of the ring. Her smirk is evident as she believes that she had the upper hand. Khadijah returns the smirk before jacking her jaw with a heavy handed slap.
The shot seems enough to stagger Daniela for a moment and the rookie takes advantage with a basic leg trip takedown.
SM RAYE: Nice takedown by Holloway. Impressive, but I will add that Dani knows better than to count her chickens so fast.
ANTONI BANKS: Surprised these two decided to go to blows so fast. I expected more back and forth with holds than shots.
KURRUPT: Can I get a double?
SM RAYE: Remind me why we brought him?
Khadijah uses the momentum to get a hold of Daniela's head and wrenches it slightly.
Daniela grimaces in pain as Khadijah continues to apply pressure in hopes that Daniela taps out. Yet Daniela remained undeterred and unphased.
ANTONI BANKS: Tight hold on Raye-Weathers by Halloway.
KURRUPT: Last time I saw a hold on like that it was from my baby mama.
SM RAYE: Thanks for the input.
Daniela places her arm under the chin and pushes, slowly working Khadijah's head between the long legs of the veteran. Daniela appears to be setting up Khadijah for Osiris' Throne. A move made famous by her mother. The crowd gasped in awe as the statuesque Latina powered through the move and dropped the Amazon-like African-American beauty with force. The younger female's head bouncing off the canvas from the velocity.
The impact jars Khadijah to her core, so it appears. As Daniela attempts to cover the woman, she instead gets rolled up into a pinning predicament of her own. The Official moves into position but barely gets a two before Daniela is out and rolled away to create distance.
Khadijah holds the ropes open, trash talking Daniela while baiting her to come back inside. The younger competitor now heated as she rubs the back of her head.
Daniela gives Khadijah an unfriendly hand gesture, but not too obscene for the kids at ringside, before methodically moving to the opposite side of the ring. She slides under the rope and Khadijah moves to meet her, but is shocked at the speed and impact as a spear almost breaks her in half.
A youthful ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chant breaks out within the arena as Daniela kips up, showing her veteran skills and prowess. She measures up her opponent once again as she awaits the younger’s rising to her feet.
Khadijah holds her ribs.
SM RAYE: One hell of a spear by Daniela. Looks like she is looking for round tw-
Khadijah vaults over her onward coming attacker and returned fire with a bicycle kick.
KURRUPT: Dayum! I think I just saw a tooth.
Daniela wipes the blood from her face, a sinister smile playing upon soft lips. She seems nonplussed as she prepares to strike back.
KURRUPT: Hard to tell if this match is just really starting or coming to a close.
SM RAYE: Good call.
ANTONI BANKS: I am sure both these young ladies are thinking the same thing.
Khadijah slowly moves toward Daniela with a stern expression. Her eyes locked on the devilish look on the other's face. Daniela attempts to go low, but to no avail. The rookie takes an opportunity to land a boot to the abdominal cavity. The blow knocks the wind out of the veteran and doubles her over.
Daniela falls to her knees as she tries to recover from the shock of her opponent landing that sick big boot to the gut. Taking her time to catch her breath as she staggers to get back on her feet and regain control. Khadijah steadily watches as she circles her prey.
SM RAYE: This has been insane..I expected it to be completely different.
Khadijah blows Daniela a kiss as she slowly gathers herself and before the veteran can react she’s feeling the effects of a shockingly fast sunset-flip bomb. The impact of which drives the air from her lungs.
Daniela is knocked out cold by the maneuver as she lays motionless in the center of the ring. Khadijah, somewhat winded from the effort, scrambled quickly to make a cover. The referee hurried into position to make the count.
1
2
3!!!!
The crowd erupts into applause and cheers as the referee lifts Khadijah's hand in victory. All three men stand and clap. As the match concludes, the crowd rises to their feet, applauding both competitors for their incredible performance. The Make-A-Wish Foundation charity show in Orlando, Florida, has witnessed a clash of legends. Daniela Raye-Weathers, the veteran, showcased her technical prowess, while Khadijah Holloway, the rookie, displayed her raw talent and determination. This fantasy wrestling match not only entertained the crowd but also inspires hope and resilience in the hearts of the children present. Both women are helped from the ring as preparations are underway for the next match.
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, Khadijah Holloway!
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH #3
CHERRY COLA VS. ALABAMA PEFFERCORN
The room goes silent as we hear the opening guitar riff and the snare rush from the the song ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways. The abrasive and outspoken Cherry Cola emerges from backstage to slowly pace the stage and scan the audience, a lofty arrogance in her gaze. Cherry wear a baby doll denim jacket, black booty shorts with a short red school girl skirt over top. Black Doc Martens and her feet and shredded white baby doll t-shirt over a black tank top. She settles at the top of the ramp as the rebellious voice of Cherie Currie sings the hook of the popular classic song. A snarl creeps onto her face as she bobs her head to the guitar. She descends the ramp in a brisk walk, ignoring the young fans begging for a high five or a selfie, and walking directly to the ring steps, stopping at at top to curl her hair behind her ear and blow a kiss at the hard cam.
COOKIE CARTER: Now entering the ring. Residing from Cherry Hill, New Jersey. Weighing in at 149 3/4 lbs. She is the Soda Pop Princess, The Pearl Crusher, Voted by you as the most likely to steal your dog… Cherry Cola!!!!
SAUCE BOSS: Cherry Cola making just her third appearance in a pro-wrestling ring tonight. She came up short the first two times and is looking to break that slump with a big win tonight over a determined opponent. Cherry may have a bad attitude folks, but she’s here to raise money for the children, and that must mean she has a heart somewhere in there… right?
An athletic blonde greenhorn stands opposite Cherry Cola. The rookie wears canary yellow bottoms with a sleeveless yellow crop top, all adorned in black sequins. She stretches and tests the flexibility of the ropes as she waits for introduction on this big stage.
COOKIE CARTER: And already in the ring, from Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Weighing in at 174 lbs. Making her pro-wrestling debut tonight. She is the Southern Cross, Alabama Peffercorn!!!
Cherry Cola, known for her cunning ways, soaks in a chorus of boos. On the other side, Alabama Peffercorn, a beacon of hope and rising talent, received a thunderous ovation. Who will prevail?!
DING! DING! DING!
SAUCE BOSS: We’re underway!
In the center of the ring, Cherry Cola approaches Alabama. She points at the crowd and as soon as ‘Bama’s attention is turned, Cherry gives her a slap to the face! Peffercorn is taken off guard, holding her face in shock. Cola is amused. In a split second, Cola goes for another strike, but Alabama Peffercorn ducks under the move with remarkable agility, locks in a rear waste lock. Then she’s taking down Cola with a belly to back suplex… and another… and another. Then she back up to her feet, beckoning her opponent.
SAUCE BOSS: Technical prowess on display here by the youngster and the crowd is held in awe. It’s a testament to Peffercorn’s dedication and training.
While Alabama shines in the ring, Cherry Cola, the crafty rogue that she is, has an entirely different agenda. Her sinister grin reveals that she's not here to engage in a fair and square bout. Instead, Cherry Cola has devised a devious plan.
Peffercorn picks up Cherry by the hair and takes a poke to the eye for her trouble. She’s wincing in pain as the referee warns Cherry about the illegal strike. What illegal strike, Cherry pretends. She drops a boot on the hunched over Peffercorn. Then another barrage of kicks and stomps. The crowd boos her and Cherry just mocking crying at the Make-A-Wish kids in the front row.
SAUCE BOSS: It was only a matter of time before Cherry Cola resorted to dirty tactics. She’s not much of a classically trained wrestler. In fact, I’m not sure she’s been professionally trained at all. Remind me again how she made it on this show? Oh that’s right. She’s an old friend of mine and she has a mean streak a mile long. She may not know wrestling, but she IS a fighter.
Cherry, backs Alabama into the corner and takes the first turnbuckle. Strikes to the face 1…2…3… 7… 8… 9… 10… “BOOO!!!” says the crowd. Cherry despises them. The feeling is mutual.
Alabama comes to life, lifting Cherry to her shoulder for a running powerslam that rattles the ring. That one hurt. She follows up with a shoulder lock on the seated Cherry Cola. Pain washes over her face as the crowd chants, “Tap, tap, tap, tap…” but Cherry won’t give up.
She’s hulking up to the disappointment of the crowd, turns and stomps on the feet of Alabama. Unethical, but legal. She hits the ropes and comes back with a jumping body splash that actually connects. She can hardly believe it. That was a real wrestling move. She celebrates by walking to the corner turnbuckle and removing the pad. The referee tries to stop her, but it’s to no avail.
The referee picks up the pad and gets to work re-attaching it. At the same time Alabama charges Cherry, who spins out of the move sending Alabama into the corner and taking out the referee!!!
SAUCE BOSS: This charity match has taken a turn for the worse. It appears the referee is down, and bloody, after going face first into the exposed turnbuckle.
Alabama tends to the downed Official, and Cherry finds an opportunity. Cola exits the ring and digs underneath it to retrieve a steel chair. She sneaks back into the ring with it and clocks Peffercorn with an unprotected head chair as she meets the charge. Cherry might actually win a match.
Alabama is hurt. Bruised, but not bloody yet. Cherry waits for Alabama to get up to her knees, then to one foot, then the other. Cola comes in to finish the match with an over head chair strike while the referee is out, but NO!!!! Alabama rolled under it! The chair rebounds off the ropes and strikes Cherry Cola squarely in the face.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Cherry Cola goes down. Alabama sees her chance and ascended the turnbuckle. With the crowd chanting her name, she executes her finishing move, "The Rolling Tide," a 450 splash. BOOM!!! The move connectsflawlessly, and she goes for the pin.
With the referee finally coming to, he counts slowly…
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
…
TWO COUNT!!!
SAUCE BOSS: Cherry kicked out! Cherry kicked out! This fight could last forever!
Alabama Peffercorn has different plans though. She gets to her feet and picks up a dazed Cherry Cola onto her shoulders.
SAUCE BOSS: YELLOWHAMMER DROP!!! That’s a burning hammer for those of you who are unfamiliar. A devastating super move!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
…
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
COOKIE CARTER: The winner of this match!! Alabama Peffercorn!!!
The Referee raises the arms of the emotional Alabama Peffercorn as the arena shakes with applause. An example of how perseverance can triumph over deceit. Alabama offers a hand to pick up her defeated opponent, but Cherry Cola only sneers back at her with disgust. Cherry rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, walking back up the ramp while holding her midsection. She does manage to rip a sign out of a child’s hands before she finally disappears. Meanwhile, Alabama Peffercorn takes a victory lap around ring side. She high fives a few fans and even stop to hug an older woman, presumably her mother, who is in attendance for this milestone event for her daughter.
SAUCE BOSS: The audience, especially the Make-A-Wish Foundation kids, witnessed a great match here tonight. Everything you could ask for. Drama, resilience, and the message that even when the odds seem insurmountable, determination and heart can lead to success. I’ll bet my last nickel that Alabama Peffercorn has a great future in this business. Wrestlers like her remind us that dreams can come true.
WINNER (via pinfall): Alabama Peffercorn
Match Length: 12 minutes 35 seconds
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH #4
ZARA IVORY VS. CAMILA ORTIZ
We return to the ring where Zara Ivory and Camila Ortiz are both already waiting for the bell. Both wrestlers chose to forgo traditional entrances outside of some interaction with the kids in attendance in the crowd.
Ortiz wears a smile on her face as she looks at Ivory, having been looking forward to this match between them. However, with the knowledge of who Camila’s cousin is, and in comparison to the warm reception given to Zara, the crowd doesn’t really seem to be on the side of the rookie. Camila appears a little upset by it. The young woman tries not to let it bother her as the bell sounds, but she can’t help it.
Ortiz licks her lips as she turns her focus to Ivory, locking up with the woman in a traditional tie-up. The two go back and forth for a minute or so before Zara is able to get Camila in a side headlock. Instead of holding the headlock in, Ivory whips Ortiz into the corner, putting as much strength behind it as she possibly can.
Zara charges at Camila, nailing her with a running lifted knee straight to the chin. Grabbing her face, Ortiz gasps from the impact, but it doesn’t stop her from ducking under the springboard clothesline that comes her way next!
Ivory's arm gets hung up on the top rope, and Ortiz takes advantage with a swift dropkick to the Chaotic Nightmare's back, sending her chest slamming into the turnbuckle.
Outside of the ring, Tala Divata could be heard yelling at Zara, who is getting her breath back after having the impact from the turnbuckle take it from her. Ivory turns around only to be met with Ortiz snatching her up for a quick snap suplex, sending her crashing to the mat roughly. While she obviously wouldn't do it now, Zara has to admit that the rookie has some natural skill to her that is already shining through in the match.
The two have managed to put some space between them, Ivory getting a chance to get her breath back finally as the two women stare each other down, neither moving, but neither's gaze faltering at the same time. Circling each other like a predator circles its prey, the determination to win her debut wrestling match oozes off of Camila. She moves to grab Zara to send her into the ropes, but the ring veteran showed her awareness as she manages to twist her way out of the grab only to turn around and nail the rookie with a hard headbutt, causing both to grab at their heads but only Camila to stumble backward some. Shaking her head, Zara smirks as she runs at the young woman, slamming her down with a running bulldog.
Ivory jumps back to her feet, looking at the downed woman she is facing then looks at the turnbuckles. The crowd erupts in cheers as she points to the top, and the Train Wreck grins as she starts climbing. She takes one last look at Ortiz before she leaps off of the top turnbuckle, going for her Violence Causes Silence frog splash, looking to finish the match, but she was caught completely off guard when Camila got her knees up in the nick of time!
Zara rolls away, clutching her abdomen as she does, the knees to her stomach causing her to lose her breath. Having a moment, Camila clambers to her feet, wanting to waste as little time as possible. She knows that she has to take advantage of the downed woman if she wants to have a chance in the match considering the way it has already been going. The back and forth takes its toll on her, and she knows that it only takes a few seconds to win or lose.
Ortiz gets Ivory to her feet only to hook her arm around her, lifting her for a German suplex though she doesn’t release the other woman until she has hit her with three of them! Stunned on the mat, Zara lays there as her cousin slaps it from the outside, yelling at her to try and get her back into the match.
Ortiz thinks swiftly, hitting Ivory with a standing shooting star press before rushing back to her feet again, trying to block out the boos and jeers from the crowd. She knows that it’s only happening because of who she was related to, so she tries not to let it bother her, but it still does. The young woman licks her lips as she looks down at her opponent then starts biting her bottom lip, thinking of her next move.
Noticing Zara starting to get back up, Camila runs at the ropes, launching herself off of them only to hit Ivory with a vicious shining wizard! The veteran wrestler crumbles back down to the mat, this time holding her head as she lets out a groan from the pain of the impact. Ivory certainly hadn't been expecting Ortiz to be quite as skilled, and it’s evident that the crowd isn’t liking the way the match was going as the boos and jeers grew even louder. The grin that Camila had worn at the start of the match is long gone, a scowl now coming to her face as she looks around at the crowd. If they wants to assume that she is like her cousin then fine, she can take a few pages out of his book for the remainder of the match.
Ortiz grabs Ivory up roughly and goes to fling her into the corner, but Zara counters and sent Camila flying instead. Just as Zara runs towards Camila, Ortiz gets a boot up, nailing Ivory right in the head with it. The rookie is done playing nicely as she grabs the Queen of Chaos member's right arm and drags her toward the ropes, immediately wrapping her arm around it.
The referee begins the 5-count almost as soon as Zara begins grabbing at her arm and shoulder, hollering out in pain. Camila waited until the last possible second to release Zara's arm, holding her hands up for about a millisecond before rolling her eyes and going after the woman again. There is no longer any timidness about her as she flips Zara to the mat, putting her knee in the crook of the other woman's back as she yanks back on her arms, as if she’s trying to dislocate the woman's arms.
The boos grow louder as did Tala's yells to Zara, and Ortiz simply rolls her eyes again before she releases the other woman. Ivory grabs at her right shoulder again, a look of anger coming to her face as she eyes Camila. She had been worried about giving the woman any sort of trust, and it seems like the worry is well-placed after all.
Out of nowhere, Zara is back on her feet and going for the ‘Team of Misfits’ spear, but Camila manages to dodge it at the last second, causing Ivory to ram her right shoulder right into the ring post. Taking advantage of the miscalculation, Camila grabs Ivory's right arm as she turns around and locked her in a flying cross armbar!
Holding the submission in, the rookie wrenches on the woman's poor arm harder and harder until Zara had no choice but to tap out!
The crowd is shocked as the bell sounds with Camila standing up, the referee raising her arm in victory as Tala helps Zara roll out of the ring.
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of submission, Camila Ortiz!
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH #5
SELENA FROST VS. FELICIA LORRAINE
The camera returns to the ring to see ‘The Snow Queen’ Selena Frost standing in a corner, dressed in her wrestling gear.
SHARPER: Ladies and gentlemen, there you see Selena Frost, choosing to make her entrance to the ring during the break to allow more attention for her trainee. This is Adam Sharper with Jonathan Knots of Supreme Championship Wrestling here to commentate on this exhibition match.
KNOTS: How the hell did I get roped into this?
SHARPER: It’s for charity, Jonathan!
KNOTS: I’m charitable enough as it is!
SHARPER: Name one time you’ve been charitable!
KNOTS: Just on my way here. I could have swatted a fly that was buzzing around my head. Instead, I chose to leave it alone. See? Charitable.
SHARPER: I don’t think that qualifies. Anyway, SCW’s own Selena Frost set for one on one action with-
A loud cat-roar is heard, surprising/confusing Selena as she looks to the rampway as ‘Who’s Next?’ by Porcelain Black plays throughout the arena. After a few seconds into the song, out runs out her opponent, Felicia Lorraine, dressed in black leather and makeup on her eyes, as well as a matching tail.
COOKIE CARTER: Making her way to the ring from… (takes a second to check his card) the dark side of misfortune… She is ‘The Black Cat’!
SHARPER: Well, this is strange. We were told Selena was set to face Felicia Lorraine and that is who is heading to the ring, but apparently, she is having some kind of ‘last-minute wardrobe change’.
KNOTS: Not just that, she’s got a whole look and style going. Just in time for Halloween!
Selena looks less than impressed at her trainee as Cat strolls down to the ring. Cat imitates a few claw swipes to the crowd, who are less than enthused at such a lame display. Be that as it may, Cat seems undeterred by their jeers/mocking as she walks around the ring, seeing the other trainers/trainees in this competition. Her eyes settle on Jessie Lee, who’s sitting ringside, and gives her a subtle nod and smile before Cat enters the ring.
The official quickly checks Cat over before signaling for the bell.
SHARPER: And here we go. Black Cat vs. Snow Queen.
Taking the ‘new appearance’ of her trainee in, Selena shakes her head as Cat skips across the ring and across Selena’s path.
CAT: Seven years bad luck!
SELENA: Guess you weren’t listening when I spoke about ‘being genuine’.
CAT: Guess you weren’t listening when I said I was going to make a name for myself!
A quiet sigh escapes Selena’s lips.
SELENA: Okay.
The two tie up and Selena quickly outmaneuvers Cat into an arm wrench. Cat struggles and swings wildly at Selena, who pushes her out towards the ropes, sending her back towards the Snow Queen, who merely sidesteps and shoves her down into the ring. The audience gives a positive reaction to seeing the Cat tumble so ungracefully onto her rear.
SHARPER: And Selena clearly showing her ten years of experience here. First offense of the night and she just tripped up The Black Cat!
Looking up, Cat angrily slaps the mat and jumps back to her feet, rushing at Selena, who again sidesteps and shoves Cat into the turnbuckle.
KNOTS: Black Cat? More like Raging Bull. And not the movie!
SHARPER: Cat showing more aggression than strategy. That isn’t going to work against someone with as much technique as Selena.
Selena rushes to Cat and unloads a series of punches and kicks to her head/midsection, the audience trying to count along with every strike. She doesn’t give much time for that as she grabs Cat’s head and spins out of the corner with a rolling snapmare, sending Cat towards the bottom of the ropes. Jumping to her feet, Selena allows her trainee time to recover.
SELENA: Ready to actually try now and be real?
However, she does not see Black Cat look up to the woman sitting in the front row. Cat sees Jessie Lee glaring at her before the TIA women’s champion gives a nod of her head. In response, Black Cat gives a nod as she pulls herself up to her feet, turning towards Selena.
SELENA: Ready to do this-
She is unable to finish her statement as a solid right hand, closed fist, nails her in the jaw from Cat, sending Selena to the mat in a heap.
KNOTS: What the hell?!
SHARPER: Cat with a huge right hand – I think that was a closed fist!
The official thinks so as well, as he runs towards Black Cat to reprimand her. In response, and perhaps to the louder boos from the crowd over such a display, Cat shoves the official away before unloading stomps and kicks on the prone Selena!
SHARPER: Cat with a sucker-punch and now unloading on the stunned Selena!
KNOTS: That’s what ‘charity’ gets you, Sharper! A mugging!
Cat continues to stomp on Selena before sliding outside and dragging Selena out by the leg. Once there, she launches Selena into the steel steps with a harsh Irish-whip, the Snow Queen crashing into the steps with a sickening thud! The fans even wince at the impact, but Cat continues to press the assault, grabbing Selena’s head and pulling it up.
CAT: Nothing personal, Selena. Just a better offer!
She goes to slam Selena’s head down on the steps before Selena stops her, elbowing her in the stomach before reversing the position and slamming Cat’s head down on the stairs. The woman bounces back from the impact and falls into the barricade. The official, who has been counting this whole time, reaches a 5 as Selena forces herself to slide into the ring and then out of it to break the count.
A little groggy, she makes her way back over to Cat and pulls her up, tossing her back into the ring. However, she is barely able to re-enter the ring herself before Cat nails her in the head with a stiff knee!
SHARPER: And Cat, again, choosing the sucker-punch tactic of just blindly attacking the Snow Queen.
KNOTS: I think she cares more about winning here than any ‘sportsmanship’. She knows this is an exhibition, right?
The crowd continues to boo Black Cat, who merely flips them off, before pulling Selena up and nailing her with a snap suplex. She tries for another, but Selena catches her, flipping over Cat and dropping the woman with a reverse DDT, instantly changing the jeers to cheers as the Snow Queen struggles to get to her feet.
SHARPER: From the cheap-shots to almost breaking the rules by her trainee, I don’t think this is what Selena Frost signed up for, but, finally, seeing an opening…
The platinum-blonde moves over to the turnbuckle, motioning for Cat to get up.
SHARPER: And this is it! Selena motioning for The Glass Shard! The superkick that’s made her a world champion!
KNOTS: Thank you for coming, Kitty! Get ready to lose one of your 9 lives!
As Cat struggles to her feet, Selena’s eyes remain locked on hers, so much so that she doesn’t see Jessie Lee quietly fold up her chair and move over the barricade. Without a word, she stays out of Selena’s sight as Selena launches the Glass Shard. The kick is about to connect when Black Cat grabs the official and pulls him in front of herself, the referee taking the full brunt of Selena’s superkick and flopping down to the ground!
SHARPER: Black Cat using the official as a shield!
KNOTS: Smart but that isn’t going to get the win!
Stunned, Selena ignores Black Cat and immediately checks on the official. At the same time, Lee slides her chair into the ring, right at the feet of the Black Cat, who immediately picks it up. Without hesitation, Cat swings, nailing Selena in the back of the head! The Snow Queen collapses to the loud boos from the audience. She is about to pin Selena when she hears Lee screaming.
LEE: No! Finish her off! Take her out!
SHARPER: And Jessie Lee instructing Cat after sending her that weapon! Is she telling Cat to eliminate Selena?! Her own trainer?!
KNOTS: Can’t trust anyone in this place, Sharper!
Nodding in understanding, Cat drags Selena to the middle of the ring, placing Selena’s form over the chair before ascending to the top turnbuckle.
KNOTS: No… she can’t be thinking…
SHARPER: The Black Cat up top – I think she’s going to try for her Shooting Star Press finisher! She’s going to crush Selena’s head!
Even the fans are begging Cat not to jump with shouts of ‘No! No! No! No!’ but Cat ignores them – she’s come too far to turn back now. Her legs shaking, she leaps off the turnbuckle, trying to flip in the air for the shooting star press, but she doesn’t complete the turn entirely… and is met only with chair as Selena rolls out of the way at the last possible second!
KNOTS: Oh my god!
SHARPER: Cat just crashed and burned! Did you see the way she landed?! And right on the chair!
Black Cat doesn’t move from her landing, her body just spasming as Selena further recovers, her instincts saving her in that moment. Shaking her head, she sees Cat on the mat and her head on the chair! Selena rushes towards her.
SELENA: Felicia?! Felicia! Speak to me, please!
The official, also recovered, rushes over to the two and immediately throws up the ‘X’ sign with his arms. Selena, meanwhile, is too distraught to listen to whatever decision is made regarding a winner. The fans are deadly silent as Cat still does not move.
SHARPER: What started out as, seemingly, a joke and an exhibition became ugly and is now terrifying! I don’t… You saw it, Knots!
KNOTS: I don’t know what to say. That was one of the worst crashes I’ve ever seen. I thought that cats land on their feet!
SHARPER: Not here, Jonathan! You have to wonder if Black Cat really knew how to perform that move. Was it a mistake or inexperience that cost her?
Medics rush to the ring to check on Black Cat as Selena is distraught. She backs away to allow the medics to do their work, but manages, out of the corner of her eye to see Jessie Lee staring at Black Cat as the injured woman is put on a stretcher.
LEE (scoffing): What a waste! Couldn’t do anything right!
Immediately, Selena is on her feet and shouting at Lee to get in the ring!
SELENA: You did this!! I know it was you!
She does not get far as CJ O’Donnell and Daniela Raye-Weathers rush over the barricade and into the ring to hold their friend back.
SHARPER: Madness unfolding within the Red Team – Did Lee purposefully sabotage Selena’s tutelage to try and have the Snow Queen eliminated? Is something more sinister at play?
The camera fades as Selena continues to shout at Lee as the medics take Black Cat away.
COOKIE CARTER: Your winner, by way of referee’s stoppage, Selena Frost!
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INTERMISSION
(I'm not a big Cena guy, but massive respect for this dude for doing this.)
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MATCH #6
JACOBY SPENCER VS. BADEN
The scene comes into focus upon the Champions Advantage Performance Center ring. Inside the rings stands Jacoby Spencer, he is nonchalantly leaning against the turnbuckle as the crowd of children go wild. The referee stands over next to Jacoby speaking with him as the announcer begins to speak to the crowd.
COOKIE CARTER: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of the Orlando’s Children’s Hospital. Up next we have the man from right here. A champion in the wide world of wrestling. He is none other than the New York Jackass. Jacoby Spencer!!”
The crowd erupts again as he acknowledges the children with a smile. Bowing to each side of the ring. Just then the lights in the small arena go out and a sinister piano melody begins to play.
COOKIE CARTER: “And his opponent, hailing from right here in Vero Beach Florida. He is the burner of the world. He is the monster known as Baden!!!”
The man known as Baden steps out from the curtain. A deranged look on his face. Eyes bloodshot. Fierce anger painted across his features. His muscles ripple as he walks down to the ring. The fans seem to be fearful of the big man. He makes it to the ring and climbs into the ring with a vengeful sounding scream that forces the front row of kids to retreat. The lights return to normal as the referee speaks to the man as he bounces on his toes preparing for the battle ahead.
The referee double checks both men as the battle is about to get underway. The two combatants remain in their neutral corners awaiting for the bout to begin. Seconds later the referee calls for the bell and the battle begins. Jacoby steps forward and begins to circle Baden. The larger man spins in a circle in the middle of the ring watching Jacoby. Jacoby begins to do some faints and fakes to the big man judging his reactions and getting nothing. Spencer smiles and decides to just go ahead and do a traditional collar and elbow tie up which he quickly regrets this decision. Baden ties up with Spencer and quickly shoves the smaller man backward into the turnbuckle hard. Spencer winces in pain slightly as he bounces out of the corner. But he has very little time to recover because Baden attacks.
The big man steps to Spencer and nails him with a clubbing forearm then another forearm connection to the jaw. Jacoby is rocked as Baden is on a tear. Shoulder shove into the ropes and whips the veteran across the ring and nails him with a perfectly timed clothesline. Jacoby hits the mat hard and rolls to the apron wincing in pain holding his jaw and upper chest. Baden screams while flexing. Jacoby gets to his knees and holds himself up on the ropes. He finally reaches his feet just outside the ring ropes and just in time to see Baden coming for him again. Jacoby takes a different tact and shoves his shoulder into the stomach of the bigger man but the move is ineffective. Baden grabs Spencer’s waist over the top rope and executes a modified powerbomb from the apron into the ring. Jacoby cries out in pain after the massive power move. Baden wastes no time and gets down and hooks a leg for a pinning combination. A quick kick out at one and a half, but there is no reprieve for the vet.
Baden drags Spencer to his feet by the man’s hair and does a pull in lariat. Not letter go of Jacoby’s wrist, Baden wrenches the man back to his feet to quickly send him back to the mat hard with another pull in lariat. Still holding onto Spencer’s wrist, Baden yanks him to his feet and executes another pull in lariat, this time releasing Jacoby’s wrist. Baden yells out again, flexing toward the crowd forcing them to slightly retreat. He seems to be setting up for something, up as he begins to pound his chest, his bloodshot eyes focused on Spencer who is moving and rolling. Jacoby get to his feet, a little wobbly but he is on his feet, just then Baden rushes toward Spencer going for a running big boot to the skull, but Jacoby ducks sending the big man straddling the top rope. Spencer quickly attacks. Shooting a quick low drop kick to Baden’s other knee. Then another. A quick sprint out and back to his opponent shoving his shoulder into the back of Baden’s knee. Jacoby now begins to kick the bigger man’s knee combining with right hands to the hung up Baden’s ear.
The crowd begins to get behind Jacoby as he starts coming back. The referee finally steps in and separates Spencer from Baden. He obliges as he has to recover some more from the punishment he has endured in this match up. Baden gets himself out of the situation and steps back into the ring. Jacoby shakes his head and begins to circle the big man again. He is thinking as he circles him. After a couple of circles, Jacoby goes in for another tie up but quickly ducks down and slides behind Baden and lands a good knee to the back of the knee he was attacking earlier. Baden reacts but remains on his feet as he spins around to face Spencer. Jacoby shifts again and does a quick shoulder tackle to the same knee of Baden. Again very little reaction. Baden tries to grab Jacoby but can’t and Spencer keeps trying to use his agility to his advantage. Constantly quickly attacking Baden’s knee. Barely escaping the grasp of Baden. After several attacks, Jacoby can’t bring the big man down. He launches in for another quick low drop kick, this move shoves Baden’s leg backward, but this actually allows a good lunge from Baden and he grabs ahold of Spencer. And with one fell swoop and power, Baden tosses Jacoby across the ring into a corner. He takes a couple of steps and tries to club Spencer in the corner but misses and Spencer immediately starts throwing fists and kicks. Rocking the bigger man’s head back and gets a reaction from Baden finally.
Jacoby is beginning to gain some traction and he throws another big combination of kicks and a good right hook. He rushes backward and quickly sprints forward with a quick splash. Then another quick shuffle back and launches into the air with a beautiful drop kick. Baden slams backward and then stumbles out of the corner, Jacoby takes advantage and leaps into the air grabbing Baden’s head and slams the big man to the mat with a bulldog. Jacoby doesn’t let up, he get to his feet and slams down a few quick elbows. Spencer then begins to work over the knee. Stomps. Kicks. Jacoby becomes shocked as does the crowd that begins to get really behind the wild vet.
Baden starts getting to his feet, even with the quick and accurate strikes from Spencer. Jacoby finally decides to pull out all the stops and bounces off the ropes and launches into the air for a cross body. Wrong decision. Baden catches Spencer, and with a primal scream, Baden twists then launches into a big and powerful release slam toss. Baden quickly back to his feet pulling Spencer with him, hooking the vet’s head under his arm. He picks up Jacoby, Spencer tries to fight it off but can’t and Baden launches into a jackhammer type of power slam and hooks Spencer’s leg for the pin.
One…
Two..
The crowd collectively cheer in hope that Spencer can kick out. As the ref’s hand comes down for three, Jacoby slips out of the pinning combination and somehow hooks Baden in a modified small package. Pressing all his weight down on the man. The crowd gets louder with each smack of the ref’s hand.
One…
Two…
Thr..
No, Baden kicked out at the last possible second. And the crowd gasps in disappointment. Even Spencer rolls away in a bit of shock. Baden quickly gets to his feet and goes on the attack, but Spencer gets away and begins to make the big man become off balance. Quick movements, random directions. Quick strikes. Spencer does this for a few minutes as the crowd gets behind him again. After a quick striking low drop kick to Baden’s knee, it buckles. Spencer quickly gets to the top turnbuckle and wastes no time and launches into the air and hooks Baden’s head in twisting headlock DDT. Quickly rolling over and pinning the big man, this time Baden is too out of sorts to kick out in time.
One…
Two…
Thre…
Jacoby Spencer gets the victory out of nowhere. As the referee calls for the bell the crowd of children erupt in cheers for Spencer. Jacoby rolls out of the ring and goes into the crowd to celebrate with the kids.
COOKIE CARTER: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match. The New York Jackass….. JACOBY SPENCEEEEEEEERRRRR!!!”
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH #7
PENELOPE VS. BIA
We're inside the Amway Center, the charity event well underway. The inside has been reconfigured to house only the one ring, the rest of the place full of seating. The fans are at a fever pitch now as they look forward to the next match.
COOKIE CARTER: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall…"
Crowd: "ONE FALL!"
The sound of a ringing bell is heard over the PA as the intro of AC/DC's "Hells Bells" begins. The lights to the entryway pulse red as the song picks up pace.
COOKIE CARTER: "Making her way to the ring…from Fremantle, Western Australia…weighing in at 75 kilograms…she is "The WarGoddess" BIA!"
Penelope's hand picked charge comes stomping out onto the entryway down to the ring. Clad in ring gear that's all metal, chains, and black leather, her red hair in tight braids. She marches down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside. Sliding into the ring she climbs onto the turnbuckle and poses, arms outstretched. She lets out a war cry to the fans who react positively to the physically impressive newcomer.
COOKIE CARTER: "And her opponent…"
There's a pause as all the lights in the center go out as the ominous strains of "O'Death" by Jen Titus can be heard. As the macabre song plays, the lights slowly come back up in purple hues as the evil Penelope comes out into the entryway to a chorus of boos.
COOKIE CARTER: "Weighing in at 133 pounds…by way of The Hotel California…representing Team Blue…this is PENELOPE!"
Penelope walks down the entryway, slowly pulling the petals off the dead rose in her hand. As she nears the ring she drops the naked step to the floor before climbing into the ring. She takes the ring center, dropping to her knees as she sprays a cloud of black mist up and into the air. She shrieks madly as she stares out at the fans before slowly getting to her feet.
Her music dies now as well, Bia pacing in her corner like a caged animal. She watches as Penelope removes her wide brimmed black hat and shawl, leaving them in the corner. The ref motions for the two women to come out of their corners and signals the time keeper.
Ding! Ding!
The match is officially underway as Penelope and Bia meet in the center of the ring. The physical difference between the two is now even more apparent. Penelope looks up with a smile, her teeth stained black from the mist. Bia smiles back, running her tongue playfully across her own as they begin to circle each other. Bia goes for a collar and elbow, but Penelope quickly ducks up and under her arms.
She smirks as Bia turns around to face her once more. Penelope holds out her arms indicating she's for real this time. Bia once again goes for the tie up, but once again Penelope is too quick as she ducks under an attempt a second time. Penelope pops up to boos looking even more proud of herself. Bia decides to rush her the third time, Penelope catching herself just in time, shoulder rolling out of the way.
She pops up, tapping her temple with her finger and turns around right into a stiff lariat to the chest! The crowd cheers as the impact forces her to the mat, Bia standing over her not looking impressed at her antics. She motions for Penelope to get up, as Penelope scrambles back to her feet. Bia goes to follow up but Penelope starts fighting back, punching Bia in the gut to create some space. Bia registers the shots, but doesn't seem to be overly effected by them.
Penelope goes for a European uppercut, catching Bia right on the jaw. Bia stumbles backwards a bit as Penelope hits the ropes and collides with Bia looking to knock her off her feet. As they do, Penelope bounces backwards a few steps. Bia smirks, the crowd cheering as Bia smacks her chest as she motions for Penelope to try once more. Penelope's jaw sets as she quickly runs off the ropes and tries a second time.
She once again finds herself running into a brick wall, as Bia chuckles. Penelope doesn't need a third invitation, taking the initiative. This time Bia sets her feet before the collision, shoulder checking Penelope who lands hard on her ass. The crowd cheers louder as Bia flexes at Penelope, giving her a loud growl. Penelope goes to scramble away under the ropes but Bia grabs her trunks.
Pulling Penelope up to her feet, Bia tosses Penelope backwards with a release German Suplex. Penelope lands hard, the pain evident on her face. Penelope stumbles to her feet, but Bia is already on her. She hits another release German, showing her strength as Penelope goes sailing damn near across the ring! Penelope crawls to the corner, picking herself up.
Bia runs in looking for a body splash but Penelope ducks out of the way. Bia hits the top turnbuckle hard, bouncing back. Penelope grabs and throws her shoulder first into the corner, Bia's shoulder connecting with the steel post. Penelope collects herself before telling the fans to shut up. She grabs Bia out of the corner only to throw her right back into the post a second time.
Bia cries out from the pain as Penelope slides out of the ring. She grabs Bia's arm, and wraps it around the ring post a few times. Penelope slides back in as Bia moves slowly out of the corner, clutching her right arm. Penelope runs in, grabbing her waist as she performs a roll through German Suplex of her own. Penelope somehow manages to hoist Bia up and over, holding the bridge for the first fall of the match!
1! 2!
Bia kicks out, her shoulder causing her visible discomfort. Penelope puts the boots to Bia but Bia fights her way to her feet. She catches one of Penelope's kicks, holding her foot. Bia spins Penelope around and hits a nasty belly to belly suplex. The crowd start clapping, willing Bia back into the fight. Bia gets up, waiting as Penelope gets to her feet.
Bia charges in for a Spear but Penelope leapfrogs her. Bia stops herself, noticing Penelope rebounding off the ropes. Bia does the same, catching Penelope completely by surprise. Bia's Dock Blocker (pounce) sends Penelope flying backwards awkwardly into the center of the ring. Bia crawls in for the cover.
1! 2! 3-
No! Penelope gets a shoulder up at the last second. Bia sits up, testing out her shoulder as she gets to her feet. Bia grabs Penelope, hoisting her up for a stalling vertical suplex. Due to her shoulder Bia can't hold Penelope up as normal as but it's still impressive. Bia falls back, Penelope crying out as Bia goes for another cover!
1! 2! 3-
Another close near fall, the crowd groaning at how close it was. Bia slaps the mat, somewhat frustrated. As the pair get up, they start trading shots back and forth. The crowd starts a dueling "Boo" and "Yay" chant for the girls as they trade blows. Bia starts to get the upper hand to the joy of the crowd, whipping Penelope off the ropes and catching her with a big back body drop. Bia screams out at the crowd, getting them hyped up again. She irish whips her into the ropes again.
Penelope ducks under a big boot attempt and springboards backwards off the ropes, looking for Sudden Death. Bia turns and manages to catch her in mid move! Olympus Has Fallen (Big Ending)! NO! Penelope slides down her back, catching Bia with a chop block to the knee before nailing a running clothesline to the back of Bia's head! The crowd are booing as Penelope quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle. She steadies and dives for a crossbody to a rising Bia.
Bia catches her again! The crowd cheer at the sheer will and athleticism as Bia transitions Penelope onto her shoulders! She's looking for The Maelstrom (F5!). She goes to do the move but Penelope rakes the eyes, and grabs her arm using the momentum to drive Bia to the canvas. She hooks one arm with her legs, traps the other, applies the crossface…it's The Lament Configuration! The TLC is locked on and Penelope is not letting go. She screams for Bia to tap as the crowd will Bia to fight. Bia does, momentarily, but her injured shoulder gets the better of her.
She taps!
She taps!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
COOKIE CARTER: "Here's your winner by submission…PENELOPE!"
The crowd are not happy as Penelope finally lets go. The two women roll away from each other as the ref checks on Bia and her shoulder. The pair lock eyes, Penelope giving the young upstart a slight nod of appreciation. Bia just scowls at her as Penelope retreats from the ring and back up the isleway.
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH #8
CANDICE PAGE VS. SASSY LU
The Amway Center is packed with enthusiastic wrestling fans, eagerly awaiting the fan favorite event of the evening. Tonight's matches hold special significance as they are dedicated to the Make-A-Wish foundation in partnership with Orlando Children's Hospital. The two competitors in this match are Candice “VooDoo” Page, a seasoned veteran of the wrestling world, and Sassy Lu, the charismatic and cocky newcomer. The audience knows they are in for a spectacular show, but little don't they realize just how unforgettable this match will be.
The wrestlers of the next match need no introduction… Cookie Carter begins. First the challenger… making her first official televised match… Sassy Luuu Vooon Precioouuuss!
The crowd's excitement is palpable as the stadium lights dimms, and the spotlight shine son the entrance ramp. Sassy Lu's entrance music hits, and she emerges with a confident swagger, clearly relishing the attention. Sassy Lu has quickly made a name for herself in the wrestling world, but she is about to face her toughest opponent yet in VooDoo.
Her opponent.. Hailing from Parts Unknown… VooooDoooo!
The arena goes black as night as the Kaon and Akadz remix of "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson comes blaring out of the PA system and soft red lights set the arena in an eerie glow sending fans to their feet with a loud pop, filling the place with a mixture of cheers and boos. It is her, the woman everyone loves to hate, in the squared ring for the first time since World Series of Wrestling 2022.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Red pyros shoot from the end of the ramp way on both sides leading up to the stage and to the entrance to the back until the entire stage erupts in a wall of pyros that was silver and red in color. The arena is going insane.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
VooDoo stands there looking the crowd over slowly from left to right, giving them their photo op. She is dressed in her ring gear... Black leather corset that she threatens to spill out from the top and black wrestling pants with the words "Femme" and "Fatale" down both legs. Her red hair is pulled back into a ponytail that was divided in two braids. She wears black boots with the name VooDoo also in red.
I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Movin' on!
She starts to the ring, with a look of determination as well as a slight smirk on her face. Cheering or booing, she feeds off the fans and their adrenalin rush became hers. Throughout the crowd flashes go off as everyone tried to capture her image. The Femme Fatale is here tonight and tonight she is here to give a lesson in Female Domination.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
She slides into the ring underneath the bottom ring rope, seductive in manner without meaning to be, coming to her feet in a roll with a feline-like grace showing complete control of her body. She walks around the ring once until she stands in the center.
I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you
She raises her arms straight up from her sides and crosses her right ankle over her left. Dropping her head to her chest and to the right in her classic crucifiction posse, one that's been with her since the first days in the EWF.
" So she loved the sport so much that she gave herself. "
The four ring posts erupt in silver and red pyros sending the fans into another frenzy and they got their last chance at a photo op.
Sassy Lu’s flashy attire and flamboyant personality contrast sharply with VooDoo's dark mystique. While Sassy Lu was here to make a name for herself, VooDoo was here because she’s always on board for charitable causes, but she is representing the Make-A-Wish foundation in this match and is determined to put on a show that will be remembered for years to come.
As VooDoo stands in the ring, her signature black and red attire accentuating her “take no -ish” presence, the anticipation continued to build. The audience can feel the excitement in the air as they wait for Sassy Lu to get all of her extra gear off. When the referee calls for the bell, the crowd roars and the match is underway.
Sassy Lu immediately begins taunting VooDoo, trash-talking her and trying to get inside her head. VooDoo remained stoic, seemingly unfazed by Sassy Lu's antics and mindgames. The veteran wrestler has seen it before, done by a whole lot better and knows that actions spoke louder than words.
Are the brats in the audience? Sassy asks as they circled each other. I sure hope so, they can watch their momma get her ass whipped.
Much like yesterday? VooDoo asks with a smirk.
You caught me off guard.
Well, this time, I’ll make damned sure that you see it coming.
They lock up and went through a series of moves, neither giving way to the other until Sassy Lu's cockiness got the best of her as she attempts to outmaneuver VooDoo with her flashy moves. But VooDoo's experience and ring awareness allowed her to counter every one of Sassy's attempts with ease. She dodges a high-flying crossbody, countering a DDT with a jaw-dropping reversal, and escapes her signature submission hold by digging her fingers into the mat and pulling them close enough to grab the ropes. VooDoo is proving why she is considered a legend in the wrestling world.
Almost had you. Sassy says in between breaths.
Almost isn’t a win though, Pumpkin. VooDoo smiles.
Stop calling me that! She shrieks and charges VooDoo, who easily dodged away.
Temper, temper.
As the match continues, the crowd was firmly behind VooDoo. Her display of technical prowess and resilience had won their hearts. Sassy Lu, on the other hand, is growing frustrated with her inability to gain the upper hand. She resorts to underhanded tactics, raking VooDoo's eyes and choking her on the ropes, much to the referee's dismay. VooDoo fights back, rallying the crowd even more. She delivers a series of powerful strikes, showcasing her strength and agility. Sassy Lu finds herself on the receiving end of a flurry of punches, kicks, and devastating suplexes. But she refuses to give up, and her resilience is a testament to her determination. Sassy Lu's cocky demeanor is slowly fading as VooDoo maintains control of the match.
VooDoo's signature moves, including her degrading taunts, add a little more sting as Sassy slowly started to peter out.. With each move, the audience is spellbound, some have only seen her in action in videos; last time was in fact, at the 2023 World Series of Wrestling event.
VooDoo's signature moves, including her degrading taunts, add a little more sting as Sassy slowly started to peter out.. With each move, the audience is spellbound, some have only seen her in action in videos; last time was in fact, at the 2023 World Series of Wrestling event.
The turning point of the match come when Sassy attempts a high-risk maneuver from the top rope. With the audience collectively holding its breath, Sassy Lu leaps, aiming for a flying body press. But VooDoo is ready. In that moment, she sees her opportunity. With incredible precision and perfect timing, VooDoo executes her signature Black Magic superkick. Her foot connectswith Sassy Lu's chin, and the impact is devastating. Sassy's eyes roll back, and she crumples to the mat, unconscious. The crowd erupts in a deafening roar, stunned by the spectacular move they had just witnessed. VooDoo keeps her promise that this time she’d see it coming. She slowly makes her way to where Sassy Lu lay in the middle of the ring, her presence casting an eerie shadow over her fallen opponent and placed her boot on her chest, and the referee began the count.
"ONE!"
The audience chants along with the referee, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.
"TWO!"
VooDoo raises both hands, outstretched into the air as the ref bought their hand down for the last and final time.
"THREE!"
The arena explods in cheers as the referee's hand slaps the mat and the crowd was on its feet, showering her with a deafening pop.
VooDoo looks down at her fallen opponent, her mission today isn’t just to put the girl in her place and win the match; it is to raise awareness and support for the Make-A-Wish foundation and show good sportsmanship. She leans down and offers a hand to help Sassy to her feet as she slowly begins to regain consciousness; demonstrating what defines her character. Sassy Lu reaches up and accepts her hand and a pull to her feet.
If you’d like to… there’s a new class starting at the House of Pain, I can get you in. VooDoo offers her a sought after spot in her training school.
You know.. Sassy said with a smile. I think I’d like that.
As the two wrestlers leave the ring together, the crowd continues to cheer, the match has not only been a thrilling spectacle but also a testament to the power of the wrestling world to make a positive impact on the lives of those in need. VooDoo and Sassy Lu have provided a performance that would be remembered by wrestling fans for the rest of their lives but more importantly, would make a difference in the lives of the children at Orlando Children's Hospital through the Make-A-Wish foundation.
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MAIN EVENT
MATCH #9
TIA WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP
JESSIE LEE VS. MANDY MOLLYWHOP
COOKIE CARTER: The following match in the Last Man Standing charity event is set for one fall! Introducing first......
The spot lights in the arena begin to flash a furious loop of different colors as some generic Youtube remix of Riot by Three Days Grace blares loudly through the PA system. Confidently -brashly- the beast of the independent wrestling scene steps out onto the stage; sneering at the poor terminally sick children and the disabled as well as their parents that packed the building. With her nose turned upwards, Mandy MollyWhop snubs everyone on her way down the ramp and into the ring.
COOKIE CARTER: From Saint Paul, Minnesota......the "Maniacal Monster" Mandy MollyWhop!
Basking in the sound of the people voicing their displeasure over her early actions, MollyWhop can't help but smile smugly. However, the once loud jeering turns to cheering as the music of her opposing competitor begin to sound.
COOKIE CARTER: Introducing next...........
ONE FINGER AND A FIST,
I'll CLAW MY WAY OUT OF ANY SITUATION!
I GOT A 1 2 PUNCH
I'll FIGHT MY WAY OUT OF ANY CONFRONTATION!
While the unmistakable sound of Drowning Pools' One Finger and a Fist pumping throughout the arena, the various lights begin to swirl and move about at a frantic pace. Yet, it is the alarmingly fierce-looking woman that walk out onto the stage that draws the attention of the fans. Clad in black leather and a mean look in her eyes, the woman stands at the top of the ramp; hands tagging on the inside of the black studded vest she wears; a championship snugly around her waist
COOKIE CARTER: Making her way to the ring from Perth, Western Australia...the TIA Women's Champion..."The Aussie Assault"....Jessie Lee!
With the announcement of her name, the pugilist powerhouse descends down the rampway and proceeds to circle around the ring as she interacts with various fans along the way. Until she shifts her gaze to the ring, that is. With a sudden burst of speed, she slides into the ring and springs up to her feet; talking a metric ton of trash as she haphazardly throws her vest to the outside of the ring. Unstrapping the This Is Awesome Women's Championship from around her waist, Jessie calls for a microphone before the bell can ring. Clearly, this Aussie has something to say before it is time to fight!
JESSIE LEE: Now before we get this shindig started, there's a few things I gotta say!
PBP COMMENTATOR: In a night of surprises this is certainly something unexpected!
COLOR COMMENTATOR: Is it though? 'Cause, if you've been paying attention this week, this shouldn't come as a surprise. Both women are hotheaded!
JESSIE LEE: Before the show started tonight I cornered The Sauce Boss an' I managed to convince him of a few things. First, this match is for the TIA Women's Championship!
PBP: OOOOOH BOY! The Aussie Assault is looking to assault someone here tonight!
COLOR: She can't do that. can she?
JESSIE LEE: The second is that this match is a No Disqualification!
Before either the commentary duo or the fans can react, Jessie tosses the microphone out of the ring and rushes MollyWhop with a flurry of furious punches that catch the other woman off guard! The bell ringing, nearly forgotten, in the distance; The Aussie backs the Minnesotan into the ropes and sends her across the ring with an Irish Whip......or tries to. MollyWhop, to her credit, reverses the whip and instead sends Jessie hurtling across the ring! Rebounding back, Jessie ducks underneath a wild clothesline from MollyWhop and keeps running till she hits those ropes where she then collides into the heavier woman with a flying shoulder tackle! However, the shoulder tackle didn't knock MollyWhop down; it leaves her off kilter with her arms flailing. Not done with her hot start yet, Jessie pops back up to her feet and slams into the teetering MollyWhop with a running clothesline; failing to knock her down once again. Undeterred, the Women's Champion rebounds off of the ropes once more and drives the sole of her boot into MollyWhop's face with a running pump bicycle kick/Brogue kick' sending the little giantess tumbling out of the ring!
PBP: The champion a hurricane of fire and violence here tonight!
COLOR: What does that even mean? The sneaky woman took advantage of Mandy when MollyWhop least expected it!
Looking to keep the pressure on, Jessie rolls out of the ring and drags the other woman to her feet. However, MollyWhop is far from out of the fight and the woman uses her strength and mass to ram the muscle mommy into the barricade; forcing a surprised shout to eek out of the Aussie! Looking to expand her newly earned advantage, MollyWhop blasts Jessie with a skull rattling headbutt before whipping her hard into the ring post! Slamming into the post head first, Jessie is knocked off of her feet with a wild clothesline from MollyWhop as she is staggering about; presumably concussed. The crowd booing at MollyWhop taking advantage of the sudden stipulation change first.
PBP: Well now, things really have turned around and now the Champion is laid out on the floor!
COLOR: Serves her right! She wasn't a fair sport and now MollyWhop is making her pay!
Looking to cross the proverbial "T" on this match, MollyWhop detaches the upper portion of the steel steps and rams it into Jessie's head and shoulder once the Aussie has managed to pull herself up to her feet! Not one to let up, MollyWhop slams the steps into Jessie's exposed midsection before sliding them into the ring. Clearly with something in mind, MollyWhop then lifts Jessie to her feet before rolling her into the ring; following soon after. After positioning the steps in the center of the ring, MollyWhop pulls Jessie up to a vertical base and popped her up into the air before slamming her down onto the top of the steel steps with a powerbomb that leaves the TIA Women's Champion screaming and writhing in pain!
PBP: OH GOD! The champion's back could be broken thanks to that pop-up powerbomb!
Color: Ha-HA! Serves her right for being so dang cocky! I bet she's regretting getting Sauce Boss to allow this!
After basking in the crowd's disdain, MollyWhop dropped down for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
PBP: NO! Lee got the shoulder up!
Color: Let the punishment continue!
Frustrated, MollyWhop gets to her feet and goes to slam the Aussie down onto the steps with a powerbomb once again. However, Jessie manages to put a bit more pep in her step and countered the pop-up powerbomb into a sudden sunset flip pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Without allowing the commentators a chance to react, both women scramble to their feet where Jessie began throwing a flurry of punches once again! Cheering at the sudden turn in events, the crowd begins to get behind Jessie as she lands tooth breaking shot after tooth breaking shot! However, before the Aussie could pull too far ahead, MollyWHop shoves Jessie into the ropes and catches her with a Samoan drop when she rebounded back; forcing the air from the fans as much as Jessie's lungs. As one might expect, a second pinfall attempt by MollyWhop soon followed.
ONE!
TWO!
PBP: Lee manages to kick out again! I can't imagine how much pain she's in after that!
COLOR: Oh just stay down, you cheating bi-
PBP: YOU CAN"T SAY THAT! This is a children's event!
Now extremely frustrated, MollyWhop throws the steps out of the ring before turning back to her prey, clearly looking to end things; dragging Jessie up to her feet, MollyWhop places her across her shoulders and ascended to the second turnbuckle of the nearest ring post. Clearly out of a sense of desperation, Jessie flails wildly until an elbow catches MollyWhop in the eye and the Aussie is able to slither down to the canvas. From there, the pugilist powerhouse maneuvered herself so that her opponent was on her shoulders before she charges forward across the ring in order to toss MollyWhop in the corner with a bucklebomb!
PBP: DEAD DROP! LEE JUST HURLED MOLLYWHOP WITH THE DEAD DROP!
COLOR: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Although exhausted and beat to hell and back, Jessie stays on her feet and kicks MollyWhop in the stomach as hard as she feasibly can in order to double her over. From there The Aussie Assault hooks the arms and drove MollyWhop head into the canvas with LEETHALITY! From which point Jessie just flops into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The belling ringing somewhere in the distance; Jessie rises to her feet as One Finger and a Fist blared throughout the arena. Smiling as the referee hands over her championship.
COOKIE CARTER: Your winner AND STILL the THIS IS AWESOME WOMEN'S CHAMPION.......JESSIE LEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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EPILOGUE
In the aftermath of a thrilling and emotional wrestling event, the ring stands illuminated. What remains of the audience still buzzes with excitement. Center stage, the Sauce Boss steps forward, a smile of gratitude and humility gracing his face. He takes hold of the microphone, allowing his voice to carry throughout the arena.
SAUCE BOSS: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, thank you all for being here tonight. What an incredible event we've just witnessed, and it's all thanks to each and every one of you."
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause, a sea of faces filled with anticipation and excitement.
SAUCE BOSS: "Tonight event was inspired by other charity events in the pro-wrestling world. The Fenix Charity Events.... the other ones.... you know the name.... Anyway, I look around the arena tonight and I see all these young faces. Heroes who are fighting their own battles every day. It give me courage. It gives me strength. I hope that everyone in this building knows how much they are loved, and respected, and appreciated, because you inspire us to continue performing for you. I wish I could give each and every one of you the world, but I can't. All I can do is give you a few hours or entertainment. Some memories. And hope. Tonight's hope comes in the form of a check. One of those big ones that you can't even cash at the bank. But the hope I really want to give is the will to keep on pushing, regardless of how dark things may be. Tonight is a celebration, and I want to let each of you celebrate in whatever way you like best. So... Cookie!!! Where are you? Please bring us the check."
With a flourish, the Sauce Boss reaches through the ropes and retrieves an oversized check on foam board. As he turns it, the crowd catches a glimpse of the staggering amount written in bold letters: $718,000.
SAUCE BOSS: "This right here, this giant check represents the incredible generosity of our fans and supporters. You've come together in the name of charity, in the name of granting wishes, and you've shattered all expectations.
The audience's enthusiasm continues to grow, the air filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
SAUCE BOSS: "Thanks to your donations, thanks to your unwavering support, during our broadcast, we were able to raise $359,000. Combined with my dollar for dollar match, it brings greats pleasure for me to present this check for $718,000 to the Make-A-Wish Foundation."
A deafening roar fills the arena as the crowd rises to their feet, clapping and cheering, overwhelmed by the impact of their collective contribution.
SAUCE BOSS: "Thank you, each and every one of you, for being a part of this amazing journey. Together, we're making the world a better place, one wish at a time."
The crowd's ovation continues, a heartfelt expression of appreciation for the Sauce Boss, the wrestling community, and the boundless potential of collective kindness.
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SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR COMPETITORS OF LAST MAN STANDING
FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SAUCE BOSS
SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR COMPETITORS OF LAST MAN STANDING
FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SAUCE BOSS
Dear Challenger,
My heart swells thinking about the selflessness shown during the Make-A-Wish Event. Each of you deserve praise for the work you put in. When all receipts are tallied, it appears that the Blue Team raised $228,000 during their matches on the show. the Red Team raised just $131,000. That makes the winners of events 3 and 4, the Blue Team.
However, we are adding a twist to the game. Up until this point, you've been competing as teams. Well those days are offically over. There was one challenger that raised for money for charity than any other... Selena Frost. She's earned the distinction of being a front runner in this competition. But each of you will get that same opportunity, because from this point forward, this will be a singles event.
So, what is event #5? Well it's simple. Some of you will hate it. Most of you will panic. But through the powers of friendship and artificial intelligence, it should be very easy. Event #5 is a competition to see which of you can come up with the best logo for your brand. it can be you, your name, your gimmick, your tag team, your stable, or your company. Just as long as it's new and it's a logo.
That's it. That's the mission. Ask for help from your friends. Find a way to make it happen. Logo's are due on 11/12 and will be ranked by which one seems to be the most marketable, in my opinion. Please DM them to me ASAP. As soon as you provide me with the logo, I will provide you with the prompt for Event #6.
My heart swells thinking about the selflessness shown during the Make-A-Wish Event. Each of you deserve praise for the work you put in. When all receipts are tallied, it appears that the Blue Team raised $228,000 during their matches on the show. the Red Team raised just $131,000. That makes the winners of events 3 and 4, the Blue Team.
However, we are adding a twist to the game. Up until this point, you've been competing as teams. Well those days are offically over. There was one challenger that raised for money for charity than any other... Selena Frost. She's earned the distinction of being a front runner in this competition. But each of you will get that same opportunity, because from this point forward, this will be a singles event.
So, what is event #5? Well it's simple. Some of you will hate it. Most of you will panic. But through the powers of friendship and artificial intelligence, it should be very easy. Event #5 is a competition to see which of you can come up with the best logo for your brand. it can be you, your name, your gimmick, your tag team, your stable, or your company. Just as long as it's new and it's a logo.
That's it. That's the mission. Ask for help from your friends. Find a way to make it happen. Logo's are due on 11/12 and will be ranked by which one seems to be the most marketable, in my opinion. Please DM them to me ASAP. As soon as you provide me with the logo, I will provide you with the prompt for Event #6.