Post by Alice White on Jul 28, 2012 21:34:44 GMT -5
Here we sit, waiting for this tiny little event to start. I can't believe he's making me show up for this. So bogus. Oh well. Joe Torres here, reporting on our pre-debut exhibition. Two matches tonight, and hopefully they'll make this worth it. Gould is also here, we're going to analyze the matches together, too bad you can't hear us though, we kick ass at it. Mainly me. And now we hear "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. We don't even have a video screen. We are so poor.
Alex Morgan appears at the entrance and the whole fifty people who are here appear to not be at all excited to see him. Wish he knew what he was doing, would be quite the treat. And there's his bodyguard, "Fearsome" Mitch Thompson, he calls himself. Not so scary when you meet him though. They come down to the table that I sit at and Morgan just grabs a microphone as Thompson slides into the ring.
Morgan gets in, and it doesn't take any time for the quiet crowd to silence. This is gonna be a bad run if this keeps up, eh?
Morgan
Welcome everybody to our little exhibition. I'm glad to see everyone here.
You would, Morgan.
Morgan
Since the announcement of this, we've actually signed two more names, and we expect them to be a major asset to our company. I'm glad to see such a turnout, as well tonight.
These people have to have had nothing better to do to be paying to see this monkey talk. Show us some action, dammit!
Morgan
Tonight you will see James Jackson as well as our very own Mitch Thompson!
The crowd claps a little bit. Still a shit reaction though.
Morgan
So everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy this little show that we've put together for you!
And with that, Morgan gets out, followed by Thompson as the music hits again and they walk to the entrance area, Todd Morrison and Mark Lansing headed to the ring. They both slide in.
Morrison looks ready to go, but he's just an all around not good competitor, so I'm not positive that I want to see this whole match, despite it being my job. The crowd waits patiently as Morrison does some light stretching. Then "99 Problems" plays over the system. James Jackson appears and stands at the stage. He walks to the ring, giving the fans some high fives. What a swell guy.
He slides in and poses for the crowd getting a decent reaction. The bell rings and Morrison charges right in on him with some wicked strikes. Jackson eventually gets Morrison off of him after about 30 seconds, and Morrison stands staring. Jackson runs at Morrison, ducking a clothesline and kicking Morrison in the gut. He throws him into the ropes and hits a returning Morrison with a violent dropkick. Morrison goes down like a brick and Jackson makes for the corner. He leans back on it and...oh man! He's going for the top rope! He jumps up and squats. As Morrison gets up, Jackson lifts himself up. Jackson dives off for a Hurricanrana, but Morrison grabs his legs and turns it into a sit out Powerbomb! Wow, what a reversal!
Both men are down for a few seconds, but they get up quickly. Jackson reaches himself steady first, and he hits Morrison with some hard right hands. He leans Morrison forward, wrapping an arm around his neck and drapes Morrison's arm over his own shoulder. He lifts him as though going for a Suplex and winds up throwing him forward to land on his face. Such a violent display here. Morrison though, god he is a glutton for punishment. He hope right back up and heads for Jackson.
He lands a vicious right hand on Jackson's face, then sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip. On the return, he lands a drop kick that sends Jackson through the ropes and onto the apron. He then heads straight at him, leaning forward and spearing Jackson into the guardrail! Morrison is along for the ride though, and both men appear to not be going anywhere.
These guys are flat less than ten feet away from us. This is actually a good match up. Lansing starts a slow count, getting to three before either man begins to stir. Jackson is the first to move, pushing Morrison off. Lansing is up to a count of seven and Jackson rolls into the ring, Morrison now to his feet. He slides into the ring just before nine, and as he gets up, Jackson gives him some low kicks to the sides of his legs, and Morrison keeps catching himself at the last second until the last one when he goes onto his knees. Jackson finishes with a very violent kick to the temple that flattens Morrison out. Jackson goes to cover for the win, but only gets a two count out of Lansing! Wow, Morrison is showing some heart here. Jackson looks very surprised, hell, we all are pretty shocked that he made it out of this.
Jackson gets back up and throws Morrison into the corner. He runs for him then, hitting a splash into the turnbuckle and Morrison goes flat yet again. This time Jackson pulls him to his feet and connects with a violent uppercut. Yet when he covers, he only gets another two.
This ridiculous showing goes on for another 10 minutes or so, with Jackson being violent, throwing everything he can at Morrison. After getting sick of it though, Jackson signals to the crowd in an excited way. What's this mean?
He waits for Morrison to get up and when Morrison does, he is lifted sideways by Jackson and tossed over his head with the Fallen Soldier! Holy schnikes! Jackson looks so pumped up now. He is not quite as pumped now, seeing Morrison slowly get up. Morrison goes for a clothesline out of nowhere, but Jackson ducks it and hits Morrison in the face with Brooklyn's Finest! Right in the middle of the ring! Wow!
This is all summed up quickly when Jackson climbs the turnbuckle, climbs to the top and squats, finishing with the wicked Frogsplash that he calls the Encore and a three count for the win! What a matchup, I am finally impressed with someone tonight.
And as Morrison is helped to the back by Lansing, our so fearless leader appears on the stage, cutting the music and applause short.
Morgan
I'm sure you all wonder why I'm out here. I just wanted to congratulate Mr. Jackson on such a perfect victory in this little show we've got, so congratulations.
The crowd is so loud right now, you'd think this gym was so packed the way they're carrying on.
Morgan
I would also like to let everyone remember that this is no more than an expo, so although everyone is getting paid, this is just for show, and nothing is official until the actual debut. Although, I will give you a better look when it comes to the first title match, no?
Mixed reaction. This seems like a real dick move. Don't be like this, Alex, come on. Just give him his win! Jackson looks angry. Morgan drops his microphone and Jackson chases him up the ramp.
Senior official Eddie Higgins and Bruce Clayton both come down the ramp with Mitch Thompson immediately after. And Malcolm is now in the center of the ring with a microphone.
Malcolm
Ladies and gentlemen please allow me to take a moment to thank each and everyone of you with all of my heart for coming. We aren't all terrible people, and a lot of us actually enjoy having you. Now please welcome Mitch Thompson, Bruce Clayton, and our head referee Eddie Higgins!
The crowd cheers as Malcolm slides out of the ring and Higgins calls for the bell. That rant was about pointless.
This match begins with a big lockup between the two men. Clayton gets the better of Thompson and forces him into the corner. He then lands a huge chop on Thompson's chest to which Thompson reacts...well...not good. Thompson grabs Clayton by the throat and lifts him up, attempting to choke him out I guess. Higgins is having none of this and breaks it up. Way to stay boring, fella.
Thompson sends Clayton across the ring with an Irish Whip, landing a Big Boot on the return trip. Clayton gets right back up and Thompson knees him in the gut. Thompson sets up for a Powerbomb, but Clayton forces his weight enough that after he is lifted, he forces Thompson down onto his back. Go Brucie!
About three minutes later(this match is a snoozefest), Thompson is pretty much running the show. Punch after huge punch is landed to Bruce Clayton's face. He goes for a huge drop kick, but Bruce gets out of the way, and while he's down, Bruce goes for a Boston Crab. Thompson panics, being nowhere near a rope, but after about 30 seconds is able to pull himself out of it. He gets up, and now Clayton must pay. A ridiculous punch to the temple sends him flat. Clayton has got to be completely knocked out now. Thompson, being the smug asshole that he is, puts one foot on Thompson's chest for the cover. Higgins gives us a two count, but Clayton manages to get a shoulder up! How is that even possible?!
Thompson goes right for Higgins, forcing him into the corner, shouting in his face. Old Eddie isn't backing down though, theyre sharing quite the argument as Bruce makes it to his feet. Bruce turns Thompson around and lands a few punches of his own. Higgins, though old, is agile enough to slide out of the way onto the floor right in front of us. He watches silently as Bruce lays a beat down on Thompson. Not even doing anything to stop it. This causes our stupid boss to once again come out here when we don't care to see him. He gets in Higgins' face and we can vaguely hear the fight over the loudness. Something about "do your job" and "I could fire you" and all those idle threats. Higgins ejects Alex from ringside, which surprisingly works, and slides back into the ring. At this point, Thompson just landed a huge Powerbomb to flatten Mr. Clayton out pretty good. He holds an arm up signaling for cutting this match short. Clayton gets up and is give. A monstrous Chokeslam that ends in Higgins looking very disappointed as he counts to three and is forced to hold Mitch Thompson's arm in the air for the victory.
And yet again, Alex Morgan is on the stage.
Morgan
Thank you everyone for coming out tonight! We appreciate your being here and hope you enjoyed the show. All three of our reporters will have results and a full report on their respective blogs until we get a tv deal going! Enjoy the rest of your night!
The crowd is actually happy with how this show went. We all three went and asked around, receiving several comments about it being fun and some people even asking for the web address to my blog.
Well, that's it for me, see you at the debut! I'm out.
Alex Morgan appears at the entrance and the whole fifty people who are here appear to not be at all excited to see him. Wish he knew what he was doing, would be quite the treat. And there's his bodyguard, "Fearsome" Mitch Thompson, he calls himself. Not so scary when you meet him though. They come down to the table that I sit at and Morgan just grabs a microphone as Thompson slides into the ring.
Morgan gets in, and it doesn't take any time for the quiet crowd to silence. This is gonna be a bad run if this keeps up, eh?
Morgan
Welcome everybody to our little exhibition. I'm glad to see everyone here.
You would, Morgan.
Morgan
Since the announcement of this, we've actually signed two more names, and we expect them to be a major asset to our company. I'm glad to see such a turnout, as well tonight.
These people have to have had nothing better to do to be paying to see this monkey talk. Show us some action, dammit!
Morgan
Tonight you will see James Jackson as well as our very own Mitch Thompson!
The crowd claps a little bit. Still a shit reaction though.
Morgan
So everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy this little show that we've put together for you!
And with that, Morgan gets out, followed by Thompson as the music hits again and they walk to the entrance area, Todd Morrison and Mark Lansing headed to the ring. They both slide in.
Morrison looks ready to go, but he's just an all around not good competitor, so I'm not positive that I want to see this whole match, despite it being my job. The crowd waits patiently as Morrison does some light stretching. Then "99 Problems" plays over the system. James Jackson appears and stands at the stage. He walks to the ring, giving the fans some high fives. What a swell guy.
He slides in and poses for the crowd getting a decent reaction. The bell rings and Morrison charges right in on him with some wicked strikes. Jackson eventually gets Morrison off of him after about 30 seconds, and Morrison stands staring. Jackson runs at Morrison, ducking a clothesline and kicking Morrison in the gut. He throws him into the ropes and hits a returning Morrison with a violent dropkick. Morrison goes down like a brick and Jackson makes for the corner. He leans back on it and...oh man! He's going for the top rope! He jumps up and squats. As Morrison gets up, Jackson lifts himself up. Jackson dives off for a Hurricanrana, but Morrison grabs his legs and turns it into a sit out Powerbomb! Wow, what a reversal!
Both men are down for a few seconds, but they get up quickly. Jackson reaches himself steady first, and he hits Morrison with some hard right hands. He leans Morrison forward, wrapping an arm around his neck and drapes Morrison's arm over his own shoulder. He lifts him as though going for a Suplex and winds up throwing him forward to land on his face. Such a violent display here. Morrison though, god he is a glutton for punishment. He hope right back up and heads for Jackson.
He lands a vicious right hand on Jackson's face, then sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip. On the return, he lands a drop kick that sends Jackson through the ropes and onto the apron. He then heads straight at him, leaning forward and spearing Jackson into the guardrail! Morrison is along for the ride though, and both men appear to not be going anywhere.
These guys are flat less than ten feet away from us. This is actually a good match up. Lansing starts a slow count, getting to three before either man begins to stir. Jackson is the first to move, pushing Morrison off. Lansing is up to a count of seven and Jackson rolls into the ring, Morrison now to his feet. He slides into the ring just before nine, and as he gets up, Jackson gives him some low kicks to the sides of his legs, and Morrison keeps catching himself at the last second until the last one when he goes onto his knees. Jackson finishes with a very violent kick to the temple that flattens Morrison out. Jackson goes to cover for the win, but only gets a two count out of Lansing! Wow, Morrison is showing some heart here. Jackson looks very surprised, hell, we all are pretty shocked that he made it out of this.
Jackson gets back up and throws Morrison into the corner. He runs for him then, hitting a splash into the turnbuckle and Morrison goes flat yet again. This time Jackson pulls him to his feet and connects with a violent uppercut. Yet when he covers, he only gets another two.
This ridiculous showing goes on for another 10 minutes or so, with Jackson being violent, throwing everything he can at Morrison. After getting sick of it though, Jackson signals to the crowd in an excited way. What's this mean?
He waits for Morrison to get up and when Morrison does, he is lifted sideways by Jackson and tossed over his head with the Fallen Soldier! Holy schnikes! Jackson looks so pumped up now. He is not quite as pumped now, seeing Morrison slowly get up. Morrison goes for a clothesline out of nowhere, but Jackson ducks it and hits Morrison in the face with Brooklyn's Finest! Right in the middle of the ring! Wow!
This is all summed up quickly when Jackson climbs the turnbuckle, climbs to the top and squats, finishing with the wicked Frogsplash that he calls the Encore and a three count for the win! What a matchup, I am finally impressed with someone tonight.
And as Morrison is helped to the back by Lansing, our so fearless leader appears on the stage, cutting the music and applause short.
Morgan
I'm sure you all wonder why I'm out here. I just wanted to congratulate Mr. Jackson on such a perfect victory in this little show we've got, so congratulations.
The crowd is so loud right now, you'd think this gym was so packed the way they're carrying on.
Morgan
I would also like to let everyone remember that this is no more than an expo, so although everyone is getting paid, this is just for show, and nothing is official until the actual debut. Although, I will give you a better look when it comes to the first title match, no?
Mixed reaction. This seems like a real dick move. Don't be like this, Alex, come on. Just give him his win! Jackson looks angry. Morgan drops his microphone and Jackson chases him up the ramp.
Senior official Eddie Higgins and Bruce Clayton both come down the ramp with Mitch Thompson immediately after. And Malcolm is now in the center of the ring with a microphone.
Malcolm
Ladies and gentlemen please allow me to take a moment to thank each and everyone of you with all of my heart for coming. We aren't all terrible people, and a lot of us actually enjoy having you. Now please welcome Mitch Thompson, Bruce Clayton, and our head referee Eddie Higgins!
The crowd cheers as Malcolm slides out of the ring and Higgins calls for the bell. That rant was about pointless.
This match begins with a big lockup between the two men. Clayton gets the better of Thompson and forces him into the corner. He then lands a huge chop on Thompson's chest to which Thompson reacts...well...not good. Thompson grabs Clayton by the throat and lifts him up, attempting to choke him out I guess. Higgins is having none of this and breaks it up. Way to stay boring, fella.
Thompson sends Clayton across the ring with an Irish Whip, landing a Big Boot on the return trip. Clayton gets right back up and Thompson knees him in the gut. Thompson sets up for a Powerbomb, but Clayton forces his weight enough that after he is lifted, he forces Thompson down onto his back. Go Brucie!
About three minutes later(this match is a snoozefest), Thompson is pretty much running the show. Punch after huge punch is landed to Bruce Clayton's face. He goes for a huge drop kick, but Bruce gets out of the way, and while he's down, Bruce goes for a Boston Crab. Thompson panics, being nowhere near a rope, but after about 30 seconds is able to pull himself out of it. He gets up, and now Clayton must pay. A ridiculous punch to the temple sends him flat. Clayton has got to be completely knocked out now. Thompson, being the smug asshole that he is, puts one foot on Thompson's chest for the cover. Higgins gives us a two count, but Clayton manages to get a shoulder up! How is that even possible?!
Thompson goes right for Higgins, forcing him into the corner, shouting in his face. Old Eddie isn't backing down though, theyre sharing quite the argument as Bruce makes it to his feet. Bruce turns Thompson around and lands a few punches of his own. Higgins, though old, is agile enough to slide out of the way onto the floor right in front of us. He watches silently as Bruce lays a beat down on Thompson. Not even doing anything to stop it. This causes our stupid boss to once again come out here when we don't care to see him. He gets in Higgins' face and we can vaguely hear the fight over the loudness. Something about "do your job" and "I could fire you" and all those idle threats. Higgins ejects Alex from ringside, which surprisingly works, and slides back into the ring. At this point, Thompson just landed a huge Powerbomb to flatten Mr. Clayton out pretty good. He holds an arm up signaling for cutting this match short. Clayton gets up and is give. A monstrous Chokeslam that ends in Higgins looking very disappointed as he counts to three and is forced to hold Mitch Thompson's arm in the air for the victory.
And yet again, Alex Morgan is on the stage.
Morgan
Thank you everyone for coming out tonight! We appreciate your being here and hope you enjoyed the show. All three of our reporters will have results and a full report on their respective blogs until we get a tv deal going! Enjoy the rest of your night!
The crowd is actually happy with how this show went. We all three went and asked around, receiving several comments about it being fun and some people even asking for the web address to my blog.
Well, that's it for me, see you at the debut! I'm out.