Post by Jesse Styles on May 20, 2015 16:49:42 GMT -6
Tom Davis: Our Next match is a No Holds Barred Match. Introducing first, from Seattle Washington, Weighing Two Hundred Twenty Five Pounds, TRISTAN AMBROSSSSSSSE
The lights in the arena go out, as messages from past leaders flash on the screen, great men delivering words of wisdom and advice through power speeches... Static starts to cut them off however, as deaths of these great men are being reported at the same time, as mass war and tragedy is played out of the screen, as the scene starts to pull out, a young child is looking at the screen with horror, tears of fear streaming down the child's young face. Soon a silhouette is shown in the tv... as static appears sporadically soon a man in a hoodie decked out in tactical gear gets closer to the screen... Finally as the child places his hand on the screen, the figure looks up, reveling himself to be Tristan Ambrose!!!
"The man has gained a reputation for mass violence, What scares me is I think we needed Violence."
A gunshot brings the lights back to life as "Violence" begins to roar throughout the arena as Alexander Cappotelli walks out with Tristan Ambrose in tow, With Alexander yelling at the crowd to respect his client, Tristan makes his way to the ring with a scowl on his face shadow boxing as he climbs onto the apron.
Slowly entering the ring, Tristan takes off his hoodie off getting ready for war.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge Louisiana, weighing in at...A Lady never reveals her weight, BLAIRRRRRR BUCHANNNNNNNNANNNNNNNNNN-VALENTYNNNNNNNNEEEE
"Fuck Love" by Iggy Azalia hits the PA speakers and the screens light up with videos of Blair Buchannan-Valentyne's career and match highlights. As soon as the beat drops, the crowd is on their feet giving out an absolutely electric vibe as a mixture of cheers and boos reach almost a deafening level.
Soon enough, Blair makes her way out onto the stage and just when you thought the crowd couldnt get any louder, they do. Blair steps to the edge of the stage dressed in a pair of black low rising pants made comepletely out of see-thru lace, black wrestling boots, and a skin tight black halter top; Also made out of see thru lace.
Blair stepped down the ramp with purpose, practically ignoring the fans, before making her way up into the ring. Once in the ring, Blair stepping into the center of the ring with both arms outstretched into the air. Finally, her music faded and she began to stretch.
The Bell Rings DING...DING...DING
Ambrose quickly shoots out of the corner, flying at Blair, running her over with a vicious lariat. Blair pops right back up and Ambrose runs at her again, and again plows her over with a lariat. Again Blair pops back up and Ambrose runs one more time, but Blair ducks under and catches his arm, whipping him across the ring with a hip toss, slowing his torrid pace. Blair gets up first, and charges at Ambrose who is getting to his feet, and runs her knee right into his face, knocking him backwards into the corner. Blair crosses to the other corner, and explodes out hitting a cartwheel into a backhandspring across the ring, then popping up in the air, and landing back first across the body of Ambrose.
Vince Walters: An Impressive display of athletics right there by Blair.
Jill Matthews: Blair is an impressive woman, her deeds I don’t always agree with, but you can’t deny her ability in that ring.
Vince Walters: How can you not agree with her deeds? You did HARDCORE PORN.
Jill Matthews: Well, you know what, I don’t have to explain myself to you.
Blair gets up, pulling Ambrose out of the corner, and whipping him across to the other side, following right behind him, and as he hits, she is right there to meet him with a big splash. She grabs him and throws him across to the other side following up, and again splashes. She pulls Tristan out of the corner, and whips him across to the opposite rope, and then rebounding off of her rope, runs to meet Ambrose in the middle. Ambrose ducks under Blair’s attempted clothesline, wraps her up, and hits her with a vicious spear from the side, sending her body crumpling sideways, landing on her hip and shoulder as she hits the mat.
Jill Matthews: My god, that looked like a vehicle crash, Ambrose was a semi and Blair a bicyclist.
Vince Walters: She definitely got smashed hard right there. And not in the way she normally likes to.
Ambrose picks Blair up by the hair, and throws her out of the ring, still holding on to her hair as she flips over the top rope. Ambrose is just standing there, holding Blair’s hair as she hangs, feet dangling not quite hitting the floor. Blair screams in agony and fear of losing her beautiful hair. Finally Ambrose releases her, runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and flies between the top and middle rope and hits Blair with a suicide dive. Blair bounces backwards, Ambrose rolling on the floor as well. Ambrose is slow to get up, but finally gets to his feet. He picks the crumpled Blair up, and whips her into the ring steps knocking them off kilter. Ambrose lays Blair on the bottom step, and grabs the top step, preparing to drop down on Blair’s body. Right as he comes down, Blair raises a foot, sending the steps flying back into the face of Ambrose, knocking him backwards into the barricade dropping the steps on his foot.
Jill Matthews: The veteran of Blair showed there for sure. She could sense the danger of that move and was able to get a boot up to block it, dealing more damage to Ambrose.
Vince Walters: True, but Blair is holding her knee. I think the impact jarred her knee a little bit there.
Jill Matthews: We will have to keep an eye on that knee and see if that injury hinders her performance at all.
Blair slowly gets up, favoring her right knee. She shoves the steps aside, and grabs Ambrose. She grabs him, sending him for a whip, but pulls him back to her, and hits him with a powerslam. Blair goes in for the cover.
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Ambrose kicks out at two. Blair gets up, and starts punching Ambrose as he backs away, reeling from the head shots he’s taking and has already taken. They get to the base of the ramp, and Blair chucks Ambrose into the barricade. He hits and bounces forward face first. Blair kicks Ambrose in the ribs, and again, sending Ambrose rolling down the length beside the ramp.
Jill Matthews: Blair is really taking it to Ambrose. You can tell she’s not putting all of her strength into her kicks. She can’t fully extend that right knee and the impact seems to send pain running through her.
Vince Walters: Yeah it’s a shame to see her in pain like this. Maybe after the match I can give her a nice massage, then she can give me one. If you know what I mean.
Jill Matthews: Vince, we always know what you mean.
Blair goes for another rib shot, but Ambrose is able to catch Blair’s leg, and flip her over him with a leg drag, as Blair bounces off the concrete. Ambrose gets up, lifting Blair into the air, and dropping her chest first across the barricade. She bounces off, and crosses her arms over her chest, clutching in pain.
Vince Walters: I think he popped one of her boobs.
Jill Matthews: It’s going to take a lot more than that.
Ambrose again picks Blair up and hits her with a snap suplex, back flattening on the concrete. They are now just below the stage. Blair slowly tries to get up as Ambrose grabs a speaker road case, and pushes it hard into Blair. It hits, knocking her straight back, and the case ricochets to the side. Ambrose moves to Blair, and goes in for the cover.
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Blair slides out from under Ambrose ending the count at 2.
Vince Walter: Blair is showing her resilience here. Tristan has put her through hell, but can’t seem to put her away.
Ambrose starts Jawing at the ref, thinking he may have gotten in too slow with the count. He slaps his hands, saying it should have been 1-2-3, Blair gets up, and clubs Ambrose across the back, sending him flying into the ref, and knocking him over into the side of the ramp. Ambrose and the ref are both down, as Blair grabs a chair and slams it hard against Ambrose repeatedly. Blair picks Ambrose up and hits him with the Southern Hospitality. Ambrose is down as Blair covers. The ref is still out by the ring steps, so nobody is there to count. The crowd is chanting 1...2...3...4...5… finally Blair gets up, and moves to the ref, trying to get him to his feet. The ref slowly gets up, shaking the cobwebs, and Blair again covers Ambrose.
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Ambrose powers out of the pin attempt, sending Blair up in the air, and landing hard on the concrete.
Jill Matthews: Blair had this match won.
Vince Walters: With no ref to make the count, Ambrose was given a second life.
Ambrose gets up, as does Blair. They begin slugging it out, exchanging punches as they move around the stage, and spilling into the backstage area. Blair gets the upperhand first, blocking a punch attempt from Ambrose, and hitting him with a forearm shot to the side of the head. She hits another, and another, and then a big thunderous slap across the face. The smack resonates throughout the arena, and the whole crowd ooos at the impact. Blair grabs a loose cable sitting on a crate, and wraps it around Ambrose’s neck, and jumps on his back, cinching the cable tight, cutting off air to his brain. Ambrose stumbles around trying to break free, but Blair has her long legs pulled tight around the waist of Ambrose. Finally Ambrose just drops straight back, sending his full body weight crashing down onto Blair.
Vince Walters: Heads up move to break free of that choke there by Ambrose.
Ambrose rolls off of Blair, down on one knee trying to shake the webs out, and get his blood flowing right again. He picks Blair up, and throws her hard into a rack of folding chairs. Blair’s body hits, and the chairs begin falling off, crashing down on Blair who is covering her face to avoid the chairs hitting her head. Ambrose grabs a loose chair, and throws it at the downed Blair, then picks up another and throws it. He picks Blair up and hits a sidewalk slam right into the pile of chairs. Blair arches her back in pain from the impact. Ambrose again picks her up, and goes for a suplex, but Blair blocks it. He tries again, and again Blair blocks the suplex attempt. Blair reverses with a 180 Northern Lights Suplex. She bridges for the pin, but with the chairs in the way, cannot get Ambrose’s shoulders flat.
Vince Walters: That is twice now Blair has been screwed out of what could be considered an imminent win. When will she catch a break.
Blair gets up, pissed off that again she wasn’t able to put Ambrose away due to something getting in her way. She grabs Ambrose by the hair, who is crawling and stumbling trying to get to his feet. Blair throws him into a door, and it flies open, as Ambrose spills inside. Blair follows.
Jill Matthews: That’s Blair’s locker room.
Vince Walters: How can you tell?
Jill Matthews: I know a big black dildo when I see one.
Vince Walters: You dirty little minx.
Blair grabs the Black Dildo and slaps it across the face of Ambrose, who falls to the floor. She smacks it twice across his back. Ambrose rolls as the dildo smacks against his back. Blair walks into the bathroom with her makeup bag, and comes out as Ambrose crawls, trying to get to his feet. Blair grabs a curling iron and smashes it against the back of Ambrose. She yanks on the cord and you can hear the zap of the iron unplugging.
Jill Matthews: MY GOD THAT CURLING IRON WAS ON. SHE JUST BURNT AMBROSE’S BACK!
Blair grabs an eyelash curler, and snaps it on the finger of Ambrose, stomping on the end of it, as it closes tight around his finger, the force could have broken his finger had the curler not snapped. She grabs a handful of makeup and throws it at the face of Ambrose, as it breaks open flying everywhere. She pulls out a bottle of KY Jelly and squeezes it into the face of Ambrose. Ambrose quickly rubs his face, trying to get the Gel out, trying to dry his hands on his body. Blair grabs her Hair dryer, and blows it in the face of Ambrose, blasting his face with full heat. He falls backwards. Blair swings the dryer at him, whipping him with the plastic. Blair picks Ambrose up and tries to hit him with a belly to belly suplex, but the lube has made him too slippery, and he slides down, out of her grip, and hits her with a jaw breaker. Blair bounces backwards, hitting the floor. Ambrose carries Blair out of the locker room on his shoulder, glancing in the mirror as he walks by. To his surprise his hair is flawless and he has perfect makeup.
Vince Walters: It appears Blair’s plan backfired on two fronts.
Jill Matthews: How so?
Vince Walters: First of all her lube cost her an advantage, and secondly, Ambrose looks FABULOUS.
Jill Matthews: If you could never say that again, the world would thank you.
Ambrose drops Blair off his shoulder slamming her, and himself down, driving his shoulder into her midsection. He picks Blair up, hoisting her on his shoulders. He kicks over the pile of chairs, spreading them around, Blair still on his shoulders. Blair begins punching down on the top of Ambrose’s head, but Ambrose hits the Anarchy Driver, right on the chairs spread throughout the floor. Ambrose clears the chairs from beneath Blair, and covers.
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Tom Davis: You’re winner TRISTANNNNNNNNNN AMMMMMMMMMMBROOOOOSSSSSE
The lights in the arena go out, as messages from past leaders flash on the screen, great men delivering words of wisdom and advice through power speeches... Static starts to cut them off however, as deaths of these great men are being reported at the same time, as mass war and tragedy is played out of the screen, as the scene starts to pull out, a young child is looking at the screen with horror, tears of fear streaming down the child's young face. Soon a silhouette is shown in the tv... as static appears sporadically soon a man in a hoodie decked out in tactical gear gets closer to the screen... Finally as the child places his hand on the screen, the figure looks up, reveling himself to be Tristan Ambrose!!!
"The man has gained a reputation for mass violence, What scares me is I think we needed Violence."
A gunshot brings the lights back to life as "Violence" begins to roar throughout the arena as Alexander Cappotelli walks out with Tristan Ambrose in tow, With Alexander yelling at the crowd to respect his client, Tristan makes his way to the ring with a scowl on his face shadow boxing as he climbs onto the apron.
Slowly entering the ring, Tristan takes off his hoodie off getting ready for war.
Tom Davis: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge Louisiana, weighing in at...A Lady never reveals her weight, BLAIRRRRRR BUCHANNNNNNNNANNNNNNNNNN-VALENTYNNNNNNNNEEEE
"Fuck Love" by Iggy Azalia hits the PA speakers and the screens light up with videos of Blair Buchannan-Valentyne's career and match highlights. As soon as the beat drops, the crowd is on their feet giving out an absolutely electric vibe as a mixture of cheers and boos reach almost a deafening level.
Soon enough, Blair makes her way out onto the stage and just when you thought the crowd couldnt get any louder, they do. Blair steps to the edge of the stage dressed in a pair of black low rising pants made comepletely out of see-thru lace, black wrestling boots, and a skin tight black halter top; Also made out of see thru lace.
Blair stepped down the ramp with purpose, practically ignoring the fans, before making her way up into the ring. Once in the ring, Blair stepping into the center of the ring with both arms outstretched into the air. Finally, her music faded and she began to stretch.
The Bell Rings DING...DING...DING
Ambrose quickly shoots out of the corner, flying at Blair, running her over with a vicious lariat. Blair pops right back up and Ambrose runs at her again, and again plows her over with a lariat. Again Blair pops back up and Ambrose runs one more time, but Blair ducks under and catches his arm, whipping him across the ring with a hip toss, slowing his torrid pace. Blair gets up first, and charges at Ambrose who is getting to his feet, and runs her knee right into his face, knocking him backwards into the corner. Blair crosses to the other corner, and explodes out hitting a cartwheel into a backhandspring across the ring, then popping up in the air, and landing back first across the body of Ambrose.
Vince Walters: An Impressive display of athletics right there by Blair.
Jill Matthews: Blair is an impressive woman, her deeds I don’t always agree with, but you can’t deny her ability in that ring.
Vince Walters: How can you not agree with her deeds? You did HARDCORE PORN.
Jill Matthews: Well, you know what, I don’t have to explain myself to you.
Blair gets up, pulling Ambrose out of the corner, and whipping him across to the other side, following right behind him, and as he hits, she is right there to meet him with a big splash. She grabs him and throws him across to the other side following up, and again splashes. She pulls Tristan out of the corner, and whips him across to the opposite rope, and then rebounding off of her rope, runs to meet Ambrose in the middle. Ambrose ducks under Blair’s attempted clothesline, wraps her up, and hits her with a vicious spear from the side, sending her body crumpling sideways, landing on her hip and shoulder as she hits the mat.
Jill Matthews: My god, that looked like a vehicle crash, Ambrose was a semi and Blair a bicyclist.
Vince Walters: She definitely got smashed hard right there. And not in the way she normally likes to.
Ambrose picks Blair up by the hair, and throws her out of the ring, still holding on to her hair as she flips over the top rope. Ambrose is just standing there, holding Blair’s hair as she hangs, feet dangling not quite hitting the floor. Blair screams in agony and fear of losing her beautiful hair. Finally Ambrose releases her, runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and flies between the top and middle rope and hits Blair with a suicide dive. Blair bounces backwards, Ambrose rolling on the floor as well. Ambrose is slow to get up, but finally gets to his feet. He picks the crumpled Blair up, and whips her into the ring steps knocking them off kilter. Ambrose lays Blair on the bottom step, and grabs the top step, preparing to drop down on Blair’s body. Right as he comes down, Blair raises a foot, sending the steps flying back into the face of Ambrose, knocking him backwards into the barricade dropping the steps on his foot.
Jill Matthews: The veteran of Blair showed there for sure. She could sense the danger of that move and was able to get a boot up to block it, dealing more damage to Ambrose.
Vince Walters: True, but Blair is holding her knee. I think the impact jarred her knee a little bit there.
Jill Matthews: We will have to keep an eye on that knee and see if that injury hinders her performance at all.
Blair slowly gets up, favoring her right knee. She shoves the steps aside, and grabs Ambrose. She grabs him, sending him for a whip, but pulls him back to her, and hits him with a powerslam. Blair goes in for the cover.
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Ambrose kicks out at two. Blair gets up, and starts punching Ambrose as he backs away, reeling from the head shots he’s taking and has already taken. They get to the base of the ramp, and Blair chucks Ambrose into the barricade. He hits and bounces forward face first. Blair kicks Ambrose in the ribs, and again, sending Ambrose rolling down the length beside the ramp.
Jill Matthews: Blair is really taking it to Ambrose. You can tell she’s not putting all of her strength into her kicks. She can’t fully extend that right knee and the impact seems to send pain running through her.
Vince Walters: Yeah it’s a shame to see her in pain like this. Maybe after the match I can give her a nice massage, then she can give me one. If you know what I mean.
Jill Matthews: Vince, we always know what you mean.
Blair goes for another rib shot, but Ambrose is able to catch Blair’s leg, and flip her over him with a leg drag, as Blair bounces off the concrete. Ambrose gets up, lifting Blair into the air, and dropping her chest first across the barricade. She bounces off, and crosses her arms over her chest, clutching in pain.
Vince Walters: I think he popped one of her boobs.
Jill Matthews: It’s going to take a lot more than that.
Ambrose again picks Blair up and hits her with a snap suplex, back flattening on the concrete. They are now just below the stage. Blair slowly tries to get up as Ambrose grabs a speaker road case, and pushes it hard into Blair. It hits, knocking her straight back, and the case ricochets to the side. Ambrose moves to Blair, and goes in for the cover.
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Blair slides out from under Ambrose ending the count at 2.
Vince Walter: Blair is showing her resilience here. Tristan has put her through hell, but can’t seem to put her away.
Ambrose starts Jawing at the ref, thinking he may have gotten in too slow with the count. He slaps his hands, saying it should have been 1-2-3, Blair gets up, and clubs Ambrose across the back, sending him flying into the ref, and knocking him over into the side of the ramp. Ambrose and the ref are both down, as Blair grabs a chair and slams it hard against Ambrose repeatedly. Blair picks Ambrose up and hits him with the Southern Hospitality. Ambrose is down as Blair covers. The ref is still out by the ring steps, so nobody is there to count. The crowd is chanting 1...2...3...4...5… finally Blair gets up, and moves to the ref, trying to get him to his feet. The ref slowly gets up, shaking the cobwebs, and Blair again covers Ambrose.
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Ambrose powers out of the pin attempt, sending Blair up in the air, and landing hard on the concrete.
Jill Matthews: Blair had this match won.
Vince Walters: With no ref to make the count, Ambrose was given a second life.
Ambrose gets up, as does Blair. They begin slugging it out, exchanging punches as they move around the stage, and spilling into the backstage area. Blair gets the upperhand first, blocking a punch attempt from Ambrose, and hitting him with a forearm shot to the side of the head. She hits another, and another, and then a big thunderous slap across the face. The smack resonates throughout the arena, and the whole crowd ooos at the impact. Blair grabs a loose cable sitting on a crate, and wraps it around Ambrose’s neck, and jumps on his back, cinching the cable tight, cutting off air to his brain. Ambrose stumbles around trying to break free, but Blair has her long legs pulled tight around the waist of Ambrose. Finally Ambrose just drops straight back, sending his full body weight crashing down onto Blair.
Vince Walters: Heads up move to break free of that choke there by Ambrose.
Ambrose rolls off of Blair, down on one knee trying to shake the webs out, and get his blood flowing right again. He picks Blair up, and throws her hard into a rack of folding chairs. Blair’s body hits, and the chairs begin falling off, crashing down on Blair who is covering her face to avoid the chairs hitting her head. Ambrose grabs a loose chair, and throws it at the downed Blair, then picks up another and throws it. He picks Blair up and hits a sidewalk slam right into the pile of chairs. Blair arches her back in pain from the impact. Ambrose again picks her up, and goes for a suplex, but Blair blocks it. He tries again, and again Blair blocks the suplex attempt. Blair reverses with a 180 Northern Lights Suplex. She bridges for the pin, but with the chairs in the way, cannot get Ambrose’s shoulders flat.
Vince Walters: That is twice now Blair has been screwed out of what could be considered an imminent win. When will she catch a break.
Blair gets up, pissed off that again she wasn’t able to put Ambrose away due to something getting in her way. She grabs Ambrose by the hair, who is crawling and stumbling trying to get to his feet. Blair throws him into a door, and it flies open, as Ambrose spills inside. Blair follows.
Jill Matthews: That’s Blair’s locker room.
Vince Walters: How can you tell?
Jill Matthews: I know a big black dildo when I see one.
Vince Walters: You dirty little minx.
Blair grabs the Black Dildo and slaps it across the face of Ambrose, who falls to the floor. She smacks it twice across his back. Ambrose rolls as the dildo smacks against his back. Blair walks into the bathroom with her makeup bag, and comes out as Ambrose crawls, trying to get to his feet. Blair grabs a curling iron and smashes it against the back of Ambrose. She yanks on the cord and you can hear the zap of the iron unplugging.
Jill Matthews: MY GOD THAT CURLING IRON WAS ON. SHE JUST BURNT AMBROSE’S BACK!
Blair grabs an eyelash curler, and snaps it on the finger of Ambrose, stomping on the end of it, as it closes tight around his finger, the force could have broken his finger had the curler not snapped. She grabs a handful of makeup and throws it at the face of Ambrose, as it breaks open flying everywhere. She pulls out a bottle of KY Jelly and squeezes it into the face of Ambrose. Ambrose quickly rubs his face, trying to get the Gel out, trying to dry his hands on his body. Blair grabs her Hair dryer, and blows it in the face of Ambrose, blasting his face with full heat. He falls backwards. Blair swings the dryer at him, whipping him with the plastic. Blair picks Ambrose up and tries to hit him with a belly to belly suplex, but the lube has made him too slippery, and he slides down, out of her grip, and hits her with a jaw breaker. Blair bounces backwards, hitting the floor. Ambrose carries Blair out of the locker room on his shoulder, glancing in the mirror as he walks by. To his surprise his hair is flawless and he has perfect makeup.
Vince Walters: It appears Blair’s plan backfired on two fronts.
Jill Matthews: How so?
Vince Walters: First of all her lube cost her an advantage, and secondly, Ambrose looks FABULOUS.
Jill Matthews: If you could never say that again, the world would thank you.
Ambrose drops Blair off his shoulder slamming her, and himself down, driving his shoulder into her midsection. He picks Blair up, hoisting her on his shoulders. He kicks over the pile of chairs, spreading them around, Blair still on his shoulders. Blair begins punching down on the top of Ambrose’s head, but Ambrose hits the Anarchy Driver, right on the chairs spread throughout the floor. Ambrose clears the chairs from beneath Blair, and covers.
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Tom Davis: You’re winner TRISTANNNNNNNNNN AMMMMMMMMMMBROOOOOSSSSSE