Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 21:09:00 GMT
PHILO: Looks like a warning from Samedi to Lady Munin about her actions previously on GZW.
CHARISSA: Are we even allowed to talk about that?
PHILO: I don't know why not, considering two of their roster just showed up on our T.V. sets.
CHARISSA: Yeah, and it's left us all a little bit shaken.
PHILO: Alright, let's try and focus on something else, like the opening bout of the night, and we've got Rufio in the ring ready for action.
CHARISSA: You know, they could have at least sprung for this guy to have a ring entrance this time, it being the Super Show and all.
PHILO: Well, that's not our call to make, and either way I think we know what happens ne...
Before Philo can even finish his sentence 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent opens over the arena speakers, and the fans begin to cheer as red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the big screen.
YOUTH IS A MINDSET
MY FLAME IS ETERNAL
At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and spins around on the rampway, reaching out to the crowd who scream in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, and pauses for Rhonda to give him his cue.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing at this time, standing at 5'10" tall, weighting in at 195 lbs. Hailing from right here in New Orleans, Louisiana, he represents one half of The BombTrax...FLAMING YOUTH!!!
Youth takes off into a sprint to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing his opponent. He flashes Rufio a grin, and comically shadow boxes around the ring.
PHILO: Alright, there's the bell, and this mother fucker is live!
Youth and Rufio circle the ring a few times before both meeting in the center to lock up. Almost immediately from the collar and elbow, Rufio reaches back, taking Youth by the wrist, and takes him into an armtwist. Youth slaps at his wound up shoulder, and then reverses the maneuver into one of his own, which is quickly reversed as well by Rufio. With his arm tangled up once again, Youth looks for an exit, but this time Rufio has a tighter lock, so he ducks his head and rolls down to the mat on his back to alleviate the pressure. Once there, he kips up to his feet, grabbing Rufio's wrist in the process, goes into an armtwist, but then places his other hand in the insertion of Rufio's elbow, and comes up behind him into a hammer lock.
Rufio looks for an escape through the legs and around the side, and finding none, he reaches up, hooks Youth by the back of the head, kneels down into a squat, and then jumps up into the air into a somersault, forcing Youth to let loose the hold or be thrown back to the mat. Landing behind youth, he swiftly hooks him around the waist, and pushes him forwards into the ropes. When Youth's chest bounces off the top rope, Rufio uses the momentum to pull him backwards into a roll up pin.
PHILO: Action is fast and furious here, and there's 1...2...NO! Youth able to slip out by rolling all the way back onto his knee's, and he grabs Rufio by the ankles, yanking his feet out from under him so that he smacks the mat face first!
CHARISSA: These two aren't going to be able to keep this pace up for long!
After Rufio's face strikes the mat, he floats over his back to land near his head, locking him into a front face lock. Rufio struggles for a moment, but then moves up to his knee's, and finally to his feet, forcing Youth to do the same. Still finding himself trapped, he wraps his arms around Youth's waist, and lifts the flyer up into the air, and bends backwards into a northern lights suplex into a bridge for the pin.
1...
2...NO!
PHILO: Youth kicking out of that, and now wrapping his arms around Rufio who is basically laying on top of him, and look at the strength displayed by Youth.
CHARISSA: Pretty Impressive. Lifting his weight and Rufio up into the air, twisting around once on their feet, and then twisting again, trapping the arms, and dropping to his knee's for a backslide pin!
PHILO: Hey, now! You stick to color!
1...
2...
Rufio slips out of the pin by swinging his legs forwards so that, not only do his shoulders come up, but he lands on his feet in front of Youth, who is still on his knee's. When Youth looks up, Rufio hops up and snaps his feet forward into a short dropkick that sends Youth thundering back to the mat.
PHILO: Wow, this has been a clinic in fast and furious technical wrestling. It's going by so quick I can't hardly keep up, but I think that kick to Youth's head might have just slowed things down.
CHARISSA: Yeah, remember that rumor that's been floating around online. Youth might have a concussion!
PHILO: If that's true, a shot to the head like that won't help matters.
Youth is slow to get up as Rufio steps over to the corner, and hops up to the second rope. He begs for his opponent to get to his feet, and when he does, he launches himself for a cross body. At the last possible second, catches Rufio, using the man's momentum to twist him around into a vicious power slam.
PHILO: Wow! Huge move from Youth, and he's going for a pin!
1...
2...
3NO!
CHARISSA: Looks like that Lost Boy isn't ready to go back to Never Land just yet!
Youth rises up to his feet, bringing Rufio with him, and takes him by the wrist before pushing him back into the ropes, and sending him for the ride. As Rufio rebounds, Youth goes for a clothesline, but Rufio ducks it, continuing his momentum to the other side. Rebounding again, Youth goes for his Slow Burn super kick, but Rufio is able to roll underneath it, pop back up, and continue with his momentum. Coming back at him faster now, it's all Youth can do to drop the shoulder, but Rufio meets this with a soccer like boot to the chest that sends Youth upright. Rufio goes for a kick to the midsection, but Youth is able to catch it, and Rufio is left to hop on one leg as the flyer stares across the trapped limb at him.
PHILO: Youth has Rufio in a compromising position here, and OH! INZUGURI BY RUFIO!
CHARISSA: Yeah, and Flaming Youth just crumpled up like an accordion!
Rufio plays to the crowd, who half cheer, half boo him, as A-Ref makes to check on Youth. Rufio's taunts end when he looks back at his opponent, and see's that he isn't moving at all. A-Ref shakes Youth's shoulder a few times, and then checks his pulse, before calling for help from the back. Rufio looks on stunned, not believing what he's seeing, as the house doctor and paramedics rush down the entryway. The fans fall into a hush, as do the announce team, as the paramedics enter the ring to confer with A-Ref. Rufio steps over, a look of concern on his face as he tries to tell Youth that he's sorry.
PHILO: Well, I don't really know what to say....I don't think anyone expected this.
CHARISSA: I guess those rumors about a concussion were true, Philo. Still, this sort of sucks.
Press appears in the entrance, and trots down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope to join the conversation. The EMT's and Paramedics make to move Youth onto the gurney, but the young man suddenly come's to, confusion spread across his face. He begins to knock the EMT's hands away, but a calming word from Press seems to calm the situation down. As he's rolled to the edge of the ring, the EMT's prepare once again to place him on the gurney, but he waves it off.
The fans come out of their seats in applause as Press takes one side, and Rufio the other, and they help Youth gingerly onto his feet. The three tentatively make their way towards the back, followed by the EMT's and Paramedics.
PHILO: Well, we're sorry about that folks. It just comes with the job sometimes.
CHARISSA: Yeah, but it's hard to watch someone get injured. Hopefully he'll make a speedy recovery. Hrmph. Maybe this is payback for what happened to Cross Recoba at the hands of Press.
PHILO: Come on, Charissa. Don't say shit like that. It's not like Cross Recoba didn't throw everything but the kitchen sink at Press in that match.
CHARISSA: Yeah, but you know just as well as I do, that karma can be a bitch. I mean, who knows how long either man will be out after this.
PHILO: I don't know, and I don't want to think about it. Matter of fact, it'd be great if we could cut backstage or go to a commercial. I've got to do my thing if I'm going to continue tonight.
CHARISSA: Are we even allowed to talk about that?
PHILO: I don't know why not, considering two of their roster just showed up on our T.V. sets.
CHARISSA: Yeah, and it's left us all a little bit shaken.
PHILO: Alright, let's try and focus on something else, like the opening bout of the night, and we've got Rufio in the ring ready for action.
CHARISSA: You know, they could have at least sprung for this guy to have a ring entrance this time, it being the Super Show and all.
PHILO: Well, that's not our call to make, and either way I think we know what happens ne...
Before Philo can even finish his sentence 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent opens over the arena speakers, and the fans begin to cheer as red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the big screen.
YOUTH IS A MINDSET
MY FLAME IS ETERNAL
At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and spins around on the rampway, reaching out to the crowd who scream in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, and pauses for Rhonda to give him his cue.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing at this time, standing at 5'10" tall, weighting in at 195 lbs. Hailing from right here in New Orleans, Louisiana, he represents one half of The BombTrax...FLAMING YOUTH!!!
Youth takes off into a sprint to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing his opponent. He flashes Rufio a grin, and comically shadow boxes around the ring.
PHILO: Alright, there's the bell, and this mother fucker is live!
Youth and Rufio circle the ring a few times before both meeting in the center to lock up. Almost immediately from the collar and elbow, Rufio reaches back, taking Youth by the wrist, and takes him into an armtwist. Youth slaps at his wound up shoulder, and then reverses the maneuver into one of his own, which is quickly reversed as well by Rufio. With his arm tangled up once again, Youth looks for an exit, but this time Rufio has a tighter lock, so he ducks his head and rolls down to the mat on his back to alleviate the pressure. Once there, he kips up to his feet, grabbing Rufio's wrist in the process, goes into an armtwist, but then places his other hand in the insertion of Rufio's elbow, and comes up behind him into a hammer lock.
Rufio looks for an escape through the legs and around the side, and finding none, he reaches up, hooks Youth by the back of the head, kneels down into a squat, and then jumps up into the air into a somersault, forcing Youth to let loose the hold or be thrown back to the mat. Landing behind youth, he swiftly hooks him around the waist, and pushes him forwards into the ropes. When Youth's chest bounces off the top rope, Rufio uses the momentum to pull him backwards into a roll up pin.
PHILO: Action is fast and furious here, and there's 1...2...NO! Youth able to slip out by rolling all the way back onto his knee's, and he grabs Rufio by the ankles, yanking his feet out from under him so that he smacks the mat face first!
CHARISSA: These two aren't going to be able to keep this pace up for long!
After Rufio's face strikes the mat, he floats over his back to land near his head, locking him into a front face lock. Rufio struggles for a moment, but then moves up to his knee's, and finally to his feet, forcing Youth to do the same. Still finding himself trapped, he wraps his arms around Youth's waist, and lifts the flyer up into the air, and bends backwards into a northern lights suplex into a bridge for the pin.
1...
2...NO!
PHILO: Youth kicking out of that, and now wrapping his arms around Rufio who is basically laying on top of him, and look at the strength displayed by Youth.
CHARISSA: Pretty Impressive. Lifting his weight and Rufio up into the air, twisting around once on their feet, and then twisting again, trapping the arms, and dropping to his knee's for a backslide pin!
PHILO: Hey, now! You stick to color!
1...
2...
Rufio slips out of the pin by swinging his legs forwards so that, not only do his shoulders come up, but he lands on his feet in front of Youth, who is still on his knee's. When Youth looks up, Rufio hops up and snaps his feet forward into a short dropkick that sends Youth thundering back to the mat.
PHILO: Wow, this has been a clinic in fast and furious technical wrestling. It's going by so quick I can't hardly keep up, but I think that kick to Youth's head might have just slowed things down.
CHARISSA: Yeah, remember that rumor that's been floating around online. Youth might have a concussion!
PHILO: If that's true, a shot to the head like that won't help matters.
Youth is slow to get up as Rufio steps over to the corner, and hops up to the second rope. He begs for his opponent to get to his feet, and when he does, he launches himself for a cross body. At the last possible second, catches Rufio, using the man's momentum to twist him around into a vicious power slam.
PHILO: Wow! Huge move from Youth, and he's going for a pin!
1...
2...
3NO!
CHARISSA: Looks like that Lost Boy isn't ready to go back to Never Land just yet!
Youth rises up to his feet, bringing Rufio with him, and takes him by the wrist before pushing him back into the ropes, and sending him for the ride. As Rufio rebounds, Youth goes for a clothesline, but Rufio ducks it, continuing his momentum to the other side. Rebounding again, Youth goes for his Slow Burn super kick, but Rufio is able to roll underneath it, pop back up, and continue with his momentum. Coming back at him faster now, it's all Youth can do to drop the shoulder, but Rufio meets this with a soccer like boot to the chest that sends Youth upright. Rufio goes for a kick to the midsection, but Youth is able to catch it, and Rufio is left to hop on one leg as the flyer stares across the trapped limb at him.
PHILO: Youth has Rufio in a compromising position here, and OH! INZUGURI BY RUFIO!
CHARISSA: Yeah, and Flaming Youth just crumpled up like an accordion!
Rufio plays to the crowd, who half cheer, half boo him, as A-Ref makes to check on Youth. Rufio's taunts end when he looks back at his opponent, and see's that he isn't moving at all. A-Ref shakes Youth's shoulder a few times, and then checks his pulse, before calling for help from the back. Rufio looks on stunned, not believing what he's seeing, as the house doctor and paramedics rush down the entryway. The fans fall into a hush, as do the announce team, as the paramedics enter the ring to confer with A-Ref. Rufio steps over, a look of concern on his face as he tries to tell Youth that he's sorry.
PHILO: Well, I don't really know what to say....I don't think anyone expected this.
CHARISSA: I guess those rumors about a concussion were true, Philo. Still, this sort of sucks.
Press appears in the entrance, and trots down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope to join the conversation. The EMT's and Paramedics make to move Youth onto the gurney, but the young man suddenly come's to, confusion spread across his face. He begins to knock the EMT's hands away, but a calming word from Press seems to calm the situation down. As he's rolled to the edge of the ring, the EMT's prepare once again to place him on the gurney, but he waves it off.
The fans come out of their seats in applause as Press takes one side, and Rufio the other, and they help Youth gingerly onto his feet. The three tentatively make their way towards the back, followed by the EMT's and Paramedics.
PHILO: Well, we're sorry about that folks. It just comes with the job sometimes.
CHARISSA: Yeah, but it's hard to watch someone get injured. Hopefully he'll make a speedy recovery. Hrmph. Maybe this is payback for what happened to Cross Recoba at the hands of Press.
PHILO: Come on, Charissa. Don't say shit like that. It's not like Cross Recoba didn't throw everything but the kitchen sink at Press in that match.
CHARISSA: Yeah, but you know just as well as I do, that karma can be a bitch. I mean, who knows how long either man will be out after this.
PHILO: I don't know, and I don't want to think about it. Matter of fact, it'd be great if we could cut backstage or go to a commercial. I've got to do my thing if I'm going to continue tonight.