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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Aug 17, 2018 19:58:59 GMT
 A Project from The Wrestling DreamIssue #1: The Blissful EraLive from the Xfinity Arena, Everett, WA [/spoiler][/i] Alexa Bliss: Really? Really? Is that any way to introduce your reigning Grand Marshal? Mickie James looks disgusted, lips pursed and angrily shaking her head.Bliss: “It was written in the stars. It was destiny. There couldn’t be a better woman to dethrone Alexa Bliss.” That’s what everyone was saying. But Mickie, you know what happens when you assume. James: You make an as— Bliss: Don’t spell it out for them Mickie, they’re smart enough to figure it out. She was your golden child. Her rise to the top was a heart-warming story. Full of drama. Intrigue. Hope. Your pathetic lives lived to see her beat Alexa Bliss. But what happened? Tell them Mickie, tell them. James: And still your longest reigning Grand Marshal, Little Miss Five Feet of Fury, ALEXAAAAA BLISSSSSSSSSS~! Alexa holds up her championship as their animosity only continues to grow.Bliss: That’s right. Kairi Hojo was was just like everyone else: A product of Molly Holly’s Wrestle Parade Hype Machine. Once that whistle blew, and she finally realized who she was in the ring with the tension was just too much for her to handle. Blow after blow, hold after the hold. The weight of the moment was just too much. Honestly, you should just give up Molly. Enough of these passion projects already. Kairi Hojo was just like Becky Lynch. Mickie James rises her hand and begins to count each finger.Bliss: Just like Madison Rayne. Just like Kelly Kelly. Just like Nikki Bella. I’m still the champion. It doesn’t matter what tournament she won, who she beat along the way, and the collective spirit you all gave her. It wasn’t enough. Nothing could ever be enough. Wrestle Parade is at the height of the Blissful Era and you all have the privilege of living in i– Commotion breaks, and a roar rises from the crowd. A leather jacket shields Kairi Hojo’s shoulders as she bursts into the ring still dressed in her ring gear. Everyone, and even Alexa knows it. Without Mickie James, Alexa Bliss wouldn’t have been able to successfully defend her championship. Kairi’s eyes are set on Mickie, and she clubs her from behind with a hefty elbow strike. Alexa scurries, nearly dropping her championship along the way as she tries to escape, bumping elbows with Himeko Oka, a Wrestle Parade official. Alexa rolls her eyes, and mutters some incoherent mumbles. Kairi Hojo shouldn’t have been any of her concern anymore! The crowd chants Kairi’s name as Mickie collects herself and the referee calls for the whistle.[/i]
 Alexa Bliss is vividly marching to Molly Holly’s office, and ready to angrily knock on her door. Did she have no respect? Alexa Bliss has been her Grand Marshal for the better part of a year, and this is what she has to deal with? Her best friend, Mickie James, shouldn’t have to deal with a match she wasn’t prepared for!
Ruby Riot: Nice sizzle.
Only for Ruby Riot to arrive just before she could knock on her door. She grabs Alexa’s hand before she could knock, leaving the blonde livid, and nearly seething.
Riot: Just thought I’d save you a minute. Wouldn’t want you to mess up those pretty little knuckles you got there. Molly Holly isn’t here. At least, not in her office.
Alexa remains silent, snatching her hand away and try to shake it of Ruby’s essence. Riot had been a constant thorn in her side since becoming champion, but never had the pair actually met inside the ring.
Riot: Not the hand-holding type, nooooted. But it’s okay, I come bearing good news!
Ruby smiles, hands folded behind her back as she leans forward and teeters back and forth. She’s obviously waiting for Alexa to say anything, but eventually gives up after about fifteen seconds.
Riot: Haven’t you read the website’s preview? I guess not. I mean, you’re our Grand Marshal, we should assume you’re busy but! Guess who’s going one-on-one with Alexa Bliss tonight?
Alexa Bliss isn’t amused, and huffs.
Riot: Mano a mano?
She huffs again, already knowing what Molly has punished her with tonight.
Riot: Helmets smashing into each other like it’s Monday Night Football but awkwardly on a Wednesday night?
Still not amused, she rolls her eyes and is just about ready to leave when Ruby snatches her wrist again. She vividly points at herself, really, really excitedly.
Riot: It’s me. Me. Ruby Riot, people from another life might call me Heidi, but it’s me! First time ever. Riot versus Bliss. Boom! Bliss: Gross. She takes her wrist away again, disgusted that Ruby accidentally spit on her within all her misguided excitement. Burying her face with her ‘Twisted Bliss’ t-shirt, Alexa stomps away ten-times more annoyed than she already had been. Molly Holly had it out for her. Such couldn’t have been made more clear.Riot: Oh, sorry, hehe… Still pumped, Ruby walks away in the opposite direction, whispering “I finally got her to verbally acknowledge me. Rad.”
The March! returns from commercial break to flashback from last week. Clips from a battle royal to determine who challenges for Bayley’s Wrestle Parade Passion Championship plays. Highlights show eliminations, notably Dana Brooke who played a monster-level powerhouse. She eliminates Naomi, Laurel Van Ness and lastly Eve Torres before bumping into Kelly Kelly. Kelly, being the quintessential barbie, Dana promises to ‘break’ her but ultimately gets eliminated from a over-the-top rope hurricanrana delivered by the blonde. Dana’s flustered, and distracts Kelly allowing Tenille Dashwood to ultimately get the win and the championship opportunity at Final Act.Defeated, the cameras catch up to Kairi Hojo. Her hair is matted, and she’s scowling while holding an ice pack against the back of her neck. After feeling such a career high, her last two losses have left a sour taste in her mouth. She couldn’t beat Alexa Bliss at Final Act, and now failed to defeat Mickie James earlier in the program. Kairi Hojo: Get away. I can’t, please. Not right now. Brandi Rhodes needed the scoop. With a warm smile, she eagerly holds the microphone.Brandi Rhodes: You showed such emotion out there tonight Kairi. You poured your heart out, but ultimately came up short. These fans? They love you– Kairi cuts her off, trying to sway the microphone away.Hojo: No, no. Not enough. I wasn’t enough. Alexa is still champion….I….I wasn’t enough. She tries to shield her face from the cameras, trying to force her way out of the picture. She’s clearly distraught. The winner of Wrestle Parade’s 2018 Cinderella Tournament, she was primed to vanquish Alexa’s reign. Rarely do the winners lose their championship match, but Bliss’ antics just proved to be too much for her. Now she’s suffered a loss against Mickie.Rhodes: If we could just get a little mor– Kairi finds refuge in a locker room, and uses the door to prevent herself from being further recorded.Peyton Royce: What was that, Billie? Did someone just go inside of our locker room? Billie Kay: Just who does she think she is? I swear, since the tournament, the win gone to her little peanut-sized head. The gall! Doesn’t she know she’s not iconic enough? The IIconics arrive, hopping in like excited little bunny rabbits. The cameras keep rolling as Brandi Rhodes is just sort of there, holding the microphone out the easily record the conversation.Royce: Definitely not iconic enough. No wins. Kay: No championships. Royce & Kay: No life! The pair laugh in unison, but soon stop once Peyton again realizes that Kairi has infiltrated their personal space. She touches Billie, calming her down with a look of concern.Royce: Y’know, weeee should probably do something about that. We can’t have her touching our things! Kay: Oh yeah, for sure. Loser cooties are the worst. Bad mojo, oh yeah. It’ll take weeks to get the stench out. Royce: Lets go kick her while she’s down. It’ll be too easy! Kay: Like stealing an interview from Brandi Rhodes! However, before IIconics could reach for the door handle, a loud ‘a-hem’ comes from just behind them. Loud cheers surface as the cameras reveal Wrestle Parade’s favorite twins, The Bellas. The Color Guard Championships around their waists, they stand cross-armed, Nikki Bella assuming the lead as she stands just slightly in front of Brie.Nikki Bella: You know, Brie. It’s funny. I don’t see championships around their waists. Brie Bella: I don’t either. What was that they said? They circle around The IIconics like vultures, confident smiles on both their faces.Nikki: No wins. Brie: No championships. Nikki & Brie: No life. They laugh mockingly, Peyton and Billie none too pleased and looking visibly annoyed. How dare they ruin their fun. They had a boot with Kairi’s name on it and now it was all messed up! The Bellas calm down, and both throw “L’s” on top of their foreheads.Nikki: You know what? You really shouldn’t be fussing with a pirate. Brie: Not when you have the real iconic duo to deal with next week. Nikki: You better get used to laying on your backs. Brie: Because you’re not beating us in seven days. The Bellas flock away, leaving the clearly perturbed IIconics shaking their heads and huffing.
Royce: Why do people even like them? Kay: Bullies. The both of them. Bleagh.
Royce: You know what would actually make an absolutely killer reality TV show? Royce & Kay: Us! Pointing at themselves, they laugh and discuss what would happen on their own E! Network show, making themselves feel better as they both walk away and forget Kairi was ever in their locker room.The scene fades to another highlight video. It starts off with a ‘whipping’ noise, with pumping music soon following. Red kiss marks fade in and out of the screen, with “E,” “S” and “T” flashing in unison before spelling it out. The text then scrolls to the right of the screen, and begins to spell out various words. “FAST-EST.” “STRONG-EST.” “GREAT-EST.” It ends with “COMING SOON” fading in and out of the bottom.
The March! returns from an advertisement selling large, stuffed crust pizzas for $7.99 at Pizza Hut. Dana Brooke along with Tenille Dashwood starred in the commercial, with Tenille claiming Australians eat it in reverse. Dana, of course, thought it was silly until she tried it herself. It was adorable, but the Miz? Didn’t think so. With Maryse by his side, a pair of A-list sunglasses introduce Molly Holly through their reflections. They’re in her office, a monitor between them.The Miz: Really? Really? You’re going to give opportunities like that to Dana Brooke when the sexiest of the sexy is my wife, and on the Wrestle Parade roster? Maryse looks just as disgusted, shooting her signature hand pose in Molly Holly’s face.Maryse: No woman compares, especially you. Miz: This face? Believe me, can sell more than stuffed crust pizza. He was pointing at his own, but then presents Maryse into the centerfold. Miz: While this one? Could be the face of the entire industry, but you get Dana Brooke? Molly Holly’s smile never fades. Her experience alone tells the audience she has dealt with egos like The Miz in the past. Molly Holly: Well, I would have considered you, but…I think you’re hiding something behind those nifty pair of shades. Chants of ‘Lana, Lana, Lana,’ surface, which causes Maryse to quickly cover his ears.Miz: Really? You’re going to bring that up? Typical. Typ-i-cal. I’m the hottest thing in this company, both literally and figuratively. Maryse gives Miz ‘the look,’ slowly taking away her hands but he quickly backtracks, giving his wife a consoling smile. Miz: You’re the sexiest honey, I’m the hottest. We’re a deadly combination. One look at us, and we make every couple in the nation jealous. Maryse looks pleased, and goes back to shielding her husband from the cheers.Miz: Back to what I was saying, we more than deserve to be part of that dea– Molly: Whupwhupwhup! Miz: What are yo– Molly: Whupwhupwhupwhup! Molly Holly holds out a hand out in front of the Miz’s lips, shutting him up and leaving him mystified. It was none to similar than shutting up an annoying infant. Audible chuckles arise from the audience.Molly: If I were you Miz, I’d be less worried about being in Pizza Hut ads, and more concerned about your opponents tonight. Miz: Opponent– Molly: Whupwhupwhupwhup! The Miz is seething, his nostrils visibly flaring.Molly: I mean, your intergender tag match against Lana and Rusev was such a smash hit at Final Act. I’d dare say it even put your face on the map! I would be a fool not to give these fans an encore presentation. Slowly, the Miz angrily takes off his sunglasses revealing a black eye underneath. The ‘Lana’ chant resurfaces, and grows even louder. Rising a finger, he looks as though he’s ready to argue, but Molly makes that same hand gesture from just a moment ago warning him to rethink it.Miz: …Let’s go, Maryse. With Maryse still covering his ears, the pair leave the office. However, just as Molly Holly looks as though she’s ready to finally relax and enjoy the rest of her program a determined Alexa Bliss hops in with the world’s most condescending smile and her Grand Marshal Championship.Alexa Bliss: So, Molly. World’s best General Manager – by the way, you’re looking ravishing today – about my supposed match tonight against Rub– Molly: Whupwhupwhupwhup! Just like she did with the Miz, she interrupts and shuts Alexa Bliss up before she utter another word. Same hand gesture and all, she simultaneously leaves her own office, and loudly shuts the door behind her leaving Alexa all alone. Laughter ensues from the crowd.Bliss: Rude!
The March! leaves Alexa alone for a moment, shifting focus to the men’s locker room. Shadow boxing, Evan Bourne’s feet shuffle and groove as he ducks, weaves, and throws a surprising rolling sobat kick. Brandi Rhodes cautiously taps his shoulder, which Evan responds with a warm smile, and pops off his earphones.
Evan Bourne: Oh, hiya Brandi, hope I didn’t scare ya’. Brandi Rhodes: No, not at all. In fact, I hoped to get some quick words about your match against Wrestle Parade Cavalcade Champion, Andrade Almas tonight. Evan: ‘Andrade Almas’, a name like that just sounds intimidating, right? He’s been champion for how long now? Three months? Two? Honestly, I’ve never been one to keep track of the time. Brandi: Three, he successfully defended at Final Act against both Cody Rhodes and Braun Strowman. Evan: Oh yeah? Wow. Isn’t Braun pretty big? How about that? Evan leans against the locker, and begins to fiddle with his mp3 player. Some song he wasn’t feeling had began to play, leaving Brandi kind of confused about how to continue the interview.Brandi: Oh…yeah. He is. In fact, I felt Cody would have become the champion had Braun not been involved at all. The right song begins to echo, Evan finding his groove back and nodding back towards Brandi with that same infectious smile.Evan: And how’s Cody doing? I feel like we haven’t spoken in ages. We used to talk about the Legend of Zelda all the time–oh! Can you tell him I got a Switch? It was finally in stock on the ‘Zon. All three of us should chill sometime, and catch up. It becomes clear that Brandi isn’t necessarily an Evan Bourne fan. His aloof attitude rubbing her the wrong way. A Nintendo Night wasn’t in their future, and she wanted to keep Cody focused. However, she tries to hide it, and with a new false-tone in her voice she acts interested.Brandi: Of course! We’ll exchange friend codes. Just give me your number, and I’ll pass it along to Cody. Just as Evan is about to fiddle around for a pen, his entrance music begins to play. He points to the sky, with newfound excitement in his voice.Evan: Oh hey! That’s my jam. Afraid I have to cut this short. I’ll get back to you afterward! He shuffles out of the locker room, and begins to race for the gorilla position, leaving Brandi looking thankful.
A chair was set just right next to her, and Zelina Vega couldn’t just let the opportunity get away from her. Sliding inside the ring, she snags the chair and doesn’t waste any time trying to slide it to Andrade. Evan Bourne catches her out of the corner of his eye, and shifts his attention towards her. He stomps on the chair, preventing it from reaching him and gives her a confused expression. Catching Zelina’s signal, Almas nods and attacks him from behind with one his signature elbow strikes. Bourne hits the floor, and Zelina repossess the chair. Handing it to her client, she angrily points and orders him to attack Evan while he’s down.
One chair strike across his back, and then another, but just as he’s ready to hit a third, “619!” echoes throughout the venue, and Rey Mysterio rushes into the ring with a chorus of cheers. Immediately he dropkicks Almas, making him nearly stumble onto the canvas and forcing him to drop the chair. Zelina escapes to the outside but as Almas charges forward readying to retaliate Mysterio kicks him in the shins and sets up the 619! He runs towards the ropes, gaining tons of speed with everyone in the audience anticipating the big moment. Unfortunately with Zelina’s help, Almas is pulled out of the ring and given his championship as the pair retreat up the stage. Mysterio’s theme plays as Evan recovers, and together they shake hands, and give Almas a disgusted look.
 I think I know who I want to be when I grow up. She has her championship in a stranglehold, cradling left and right before she turns around and visibly nods to herself.Bayley: You know what? I think I’m going to issue a challenge. I know I’m the champion but….I don’t know. She’s cool beans. Her shoulders are stiff, and with a new nervous hint in her voice, she stammers, pauses, and tries to convince herself to pay Molly Holly a visit.Bayley: She can’t say no, right? Becky Lynch versus Bayley for the Wrestle Parade Passion Championship. She looks towards the sky, as if envisioning it on a marquee. The crowd cheers, watching it all unfold on the videotron. Bayley: I’m getting excited just thinking about it. With a new pep in her step, she nods and marches as if she had finally discovered the yellow brick road.Nikki Cross: Me too. Standing just before Bayley is Nikki Cross. Her fingertips are pressed together, fidgeting excitedly. Her grin is wide, her hair a wet mess, and her voice rounds rough and deep. Almost demonic, but in cute sort of way. She edges towards Bayley and with her eyes transfixed on her championship she gets increasingly more excited. Bayley seems unphased, her smile never fading.
Cross: It’s so pretty, hehehehe. Bayley: Thank you! Proud, she adjusts the championship on her shoulder so Nikki could get a better look. Cross doesn’t say anything, but draws her nose really close to the face of the championship. Sliding off her shoulder, Bayley then offers it to her.Bayley: Wanna hold it? I promise, it will feel as cool as it looks! Cross: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! The most eager person alive, Nikki Cross can’t help but hop up and down as she reaches for Bayley’s championship and–Tenille Dashwood: Really? You’re going to let that hold it? Tenille Dashwood crashes the party. Fresh off a loss from Bayley for that very championship, one look and anyone could tell she wasn’t in a good mood. Intercepting the exchange, she takes the championship but instead of taking for it herself, she adjusts it back on Bayley’s shoulder. Dana Brooke isn’t far behind. Standing just out of frame, her arms are crossed and she’s giving Nikki Cross a dirty look.Tenille: I can’t believe you’re champion and just handing it out to anyone who can breathe. You have to protect that championship Bayley. Protect from filth like that. Dana Brooke: Filth like that. Dana points and looks at Nikki.Tenille: See? Even Dana understands. Cross: Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie! Tenille rolls her eyes.Tenille: Do me a favor, Bayley. I’ll allow you to keep my championship warm, but don’t let anyone else touch it. Dana, let’s roll. They begin to leave the scene, but not before Dana stops and pats Bayley on the head. It almost looks as though she’s going to do the same to Nikki, but reconsiders it and instead catches up with Tenille. As soon as their gone, Bayley looks back at Nikki and allows her to hold it.Bayley: Where do think she got such gnarly sunglasses? Nikki Cross ignores the question, and instead hugs the belt just as Bayley had been doing before. Bayley giggles, and nods. It had been a pretty penny since she last made a new friend.
Before the main event starts, the cameras focus on the ring announcer. Tyler Breeze, via post card, is announced to be enjoying his vacation residency in Honolulu, Hawaii. He wishes all the non-uggos a fantastic summer. The audience boos.
Alexa Bliss slithers underneath the bottom rope and falls onto the outside of the ring. She’s exhausted and it’s only until this moment that she realizes she’s bleeding. Astonished, she tries to wipe her face until a member of the ringside personnel hands over her Wrestle Parade Grand Marshal Championship. She rips it out of his hands, and hugs it desperately against her chest.Alexa Bliss: I’m still the champ! Me, that’s right. She nearly tumbles over herself, but uses the ring’s lip to sustain her balance. In what she hoped to be an easy night turned out to be anything but. Pushing herself away from the ring, she back pedals to face Ruby as she walks up the ramp.Bliss: This is mine. It will never be yours. I’m Wrestle Parade’s Grand Marshal. Your win means nothing! NOTHING! I’m the champ. I’M THE CHAMP! Ruby Riot has fallen to her knees as Kimberly Bryce, Wrestle Parade’s senior official, starts to clean her of all the blood. Alexa and Ruby went to war, but the audience boo’s Alexa’s proclamations as Ruby’s theme fades. As the blonde is just about ready to make her exit, Molly Holly’s music plays, causing Alexa to momentarily freeze.Bliss: Of course! A moment lingers before Molly Holly makes her arrival to the audience’s grand approval. Chants of her name surface as she pauses to soak in their admiration. After a deep breath, she draws her focus to Alexa standing just before, and Ruby who was still getting checked on inside the ring.
Molly Holly: I commend you ladies. What a truly fantastic main event to close out the show. You displayed heart that truly embodies the Wrestle Parade brand. She pauses to give the audience an opportunity to give their round of applause before bringing her attention to Alexa.
Holly: Yes, even you. Bliss: Finally, she makes sense! Holly: It’s been difficult for me to admit, but Alexa? You are an admirable champion. You’ve faced every challenger with unmatched vigor, and have proven time, and time again that you’re the definitive force on our roster. Bliss: Thank you, thank you. It’s nice to finally be appreciated! Holly: However. Alexa’s smile fades, replaced with a look of concern as she hugs her championship even tighter against her chest.Holly: Don’t assume I didn’t hear your comments at the beginning of the show. While it’s true that you’ve faced a plethora of worthy challengers to your championship, they haven’t been my so-called ‘passion projects.’ Each and every woman earned their opportunities. I didn’t hand anything out, and you? Well, you just lost to Ruby Riot. Bliss: Whatever, I’m STILL the champion! Holly: You are, but as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, once you’re at the top it’s extremely difficult to stay up there. It’s challenge every champion faces, and there’s one former Grand Marshal who understands that situation all too well. A look of absolute dread succumbs on Alexa’s face.Holly: In fact, she worked so hard to stay on top that her body? Couldn’t handle the stress. Rumblings begin to surface from the crowd, the anticipation the only thing preventing glorious uproar.Holly: Nine months ago, in a match against the very person who just beat you, Charlotte Flair tore her ACL. The cameras capture Ruby Riot’s reaction as the audience erupts into a cheer. ‘Woos’ are intermingled in. She looks nervous, her face the story of a girl who blamed herself for the accident. Although it wasn’t her fault, it was guilt Ruby had carried ever since.Holly: She had to vacate her championship. Something that I hope you, and any of current and future champions never have to experience. It’s heartbreaking. To go from the very top of your game, to be sidelined in an instant? It’s something that even the most legendary athletes struggle to coupe with. Bliss: Whatever! SHE’S GONE! I’m the champ! ME! So, I’m going to go! Alexa Bliss, annoyed with the situation tries to maneuver herself off the stage but is stopped by Molly Holly.Holly: Ladies, gentleman, and Alexa Bliss. I present you to Charlotte Flair. The lights go dim in the arena as Charlotte Flair’s theme slowly fades in. The crowd is overtaken with emotion as gold lights consume the stage. Louder, and louder her theme becomes an extravagant affair before Charlotte’s silhouette arrives. She’s cloaked in darkness until the lights return back to normal, revealing an absolute fit Charlotte Flair dressed in gold. Her hair glistens with her smile as confident as it’s ever been. Slowly, she makes her descent with her robe flowing behind her until she’s standing right in front of Alexa Bliss. She doesn’t say a word with Alexa visibly gulping. The cameras go back to the ring, only to find that Ruby has vanished without a trace. With half the crowd ‘wooing,’ a fraction still struck by emotion, and the rest chanting Charlotte’s name, the Wrestle Parade signature pops up in the corner as the episode fades to black. |
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Aug 17, 2018 20:04:38 GMT
Started a project with my girlfriend and her brother. This is my third of the project, and they allowed me to use Fire Pro Wrestling to determine my match results.
Kairi Hojo, Miz, and Maryse edits were by Senator Phillips with some edits made by me, mostly just slight appearance stuff.
Andrade Almas edit was originally by the Avenger3, but I made edits namely to his appearance, params, moveset and logic.
Rusev edit is by Maikeru, with little edits as well, mostly just params.
Ruby Riot edit is by Evil Jerk, but I edited moveset, params, logic, ect.
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Post by Senator Phillips on Aug 17, 2018 20:22:30 GMT
Love it! Best part was Alexa and Riot's interaction, and you even managed to make the Bellas somewhat entertaining.
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Aug 24, 2018 22:19:40 GMT
ISSUE #2: The Return of the Queen
Live from Gill Coliseum, Corvallis, OR
It is a packed house, and already fans filing into the coliseum are chanting “Charlotte” in anticipation of the program’s main event. After a nine month hiatus, tonight the stage is set for their Queen’s return against Ruby Riot. There is some concern however. The Punk Rock Ragdoll has gone dark on social media for the last week, and hasn’t been seen since her victory over current Grand Marshal, Alexa Bliss. Reports claim that despite the win, her confidence has hit an all-time low and question if she will even show up tonight. Whereas, Alexa Bliss hasn’t gone a minute without being vocal over last week’s events, and her arrival tonight will not be missed. She has words for Molly Holly, Charlotte Flair, and Ruby Riot and one could imagine how blissed off she is.
The lights go dim, and focus is brought to the video screen as it begins to play The March!’s video introduction. A catchy beat gets the crowd pumping as highlights of previous episodes draw focus towards Wrestle Parade’s roster. Slams, suplexes, and dives, the feeling is generally positive and it draws to close with Alexa Bliss standing tall and the Grand Marshal Championship risen into the air. Almost immediately the transition changes to tonight’s opening match as Becky Lynch’s music hits. Granting Bayley’s request from last week, Wrestle Parade’s Passion Champion takes on the Irish Lasskicker in a non-title contest.
The opening contest leaves the crowd salivating for more as Bayley celebrates. The match couldn’t have been more competitive, leaving the champion nearly in a state of shock. Bayley is beside herself, breathing heavily and without a real clue of what to do with her hands. It’s adorable, and smiling Becky Lynch leans into a corner before leading a round of applause. Exchanging hold-for-hold, the match ended with a surprise roll-up. With Bayley still on the canvas, Becky walks over and offers a hand. The pair share a moment of sportsmanship, leaving everyone’s heart feeling warm and satisfied while they hug before facing their audience.
The celebration is short-lived however. Slight commotion breaks from the announcer’s booth as Nikki Cross hops the guardrail. With the champion still in the ring, Nikki’s focus is immediately drawn towards the Wrestle Parade Passion Championship. Marveling at its decor, her eyes are wide with her nostrils visibly flaring. There’s conflict in her body language, but she slowly inches closer to the championship until it’s just within arm’s reach.
Nikki Cross: It’s so pretty, it’s so pretty. So very, very pretty.
She’s tugging and pulling at her top, with her lips excitingly trembling. Hastily reaching for the title, she just as quickly reconsiders it and retracts her hand before lunging for it again.
Cross: I can’t. I must. I can’t. I have too. It’s so pretty, but I can’t. But I have too. It’s so pretty. Hehehe, it’s so pretty.
Bayley finally turns around and sees what’s happening. She smiles. Of course it’s her friend Nikki! She shouldn’t have expected anything less. She reassures a concerned Becky with a nod before both women exit on opposite ends of the ring. Bayley arrives just as it seems Nikki is going to take her lunge at the championship.
Bayley: Hey Nikki!
Cross freezes mid-stride, her fingertips just inches away from the championship. Her attention shifts to Bayley, back to the championship, then back to Bayley again before flashing her a toothy grin.
Cross: Hi, hehehehehe.
Bayley: If you wanted to be at ringside, all you had to do was ask! Get on over here you silly goose.
Bayley pulls Nikki in for an arm-trapping hug, leaving Nikki seething in joy. With Bayley lovingly squeezing her, a member of ringside personnel takes the championship off the table with the sole intention of handing it over but Nikki gets the wrong read. Bursting out of the hug, she growls at them and snatches the title away.
Cross: MY PRETTY THING–oh, I mean, hehehe. Here you go, here’s my-your pretty thing. Here you go. Pretty thing is mi-yours. It’s yours. Your pretty thing. Mhmm.
Nikki hugs the championship, again breathing heavily before handing it over to Bayley with obvious reluctance. She accepts and pulls in Nikki for another hug, this time of the one-shoulder variety.
Bayley: Oh Nikki, you didn’t have too. Thank you! You’re a great friend.
Cross: Great friend, me, that’s me. Pretty thing belongs to you.
She points at herself, but her eyes keep shifting to the championship as both begin to journey up the entrance ramp together.
 We transition to the parking lot. A long limousine arrives. It’s jet black paint job shimmers at just the faintest light. It goes and goes, and feels like it lasts forever before it eventually comes to a stop. There’s a lingering moment of mystery. Just who is beyond the limousine doors? The anticipation mounts but eventually the door opens and out steps a luscious red shoe with a black heel. The camera steadily zoom away until the crowd erupts into a chorus of “wooo’s!” Charlotte Flair arrives. In navy blue jeans, a black tank top, and a matching leather jacket a pair of stylish shades invites the crowd into cheers as her infectious smile takes the screen. She walks with newfound swagger, and with her blonde hair flowing gorgeously behind her she wheels her luggage into the arena.
As Charlotte continues to walk, the camera continues to steadily zoom away before it transitions to a backstage monitor. Alexa Bliss stands at angle, her arms crossed and her lips annoyingly pursed. A soft seethe, Alexa is also wearing a leather jacket only hers has spikes and her “Little Miss Bliss” logo on the back.
Alexa Bliss: I can’t believe her. At least have the decency to arrive on time. And what does she think she’s wearing?
She pulls at the lapels of her jacket, the crowd audibly chuckling at her growing annoyance.
Bliss: She can’t even find her own style. She has to copy me. Figures. As Grand Marshal, I just have to get used to be a trendsetter but let the world know, I was first.
As she turns around and gets ready to leave, it’s revealed she’s wearing the championship around her waist but just a she’s about to exit out of frame Brandi Rhodes arrives. In a deep purple dress, her smile shimmers as brightly as Charlotte’s limousine. Microphone cupped tightly in her hand, she steps forward.
Brand Rhodes: Excuse me Alexa, but can I get a few words for the folks at home?
Bliss: I was just about to–fine, I guess a can spare a few precious seconds of my time.
Brandi: The March ended last week with Charlotte Flair’s grand return to the Wrestle Parade stage. What was running through your mind as you stood toe-to-toe with the Queen?
Bliss: Excuse me? ‘Queen?’ She hasn’t been ‘queen’ for nine months, Brandi. Maybe she was the ‘Queen of Channel Surfing,’ but of Wrestle Parade? Please. Month after month went by without even a peep. Not a quip! Yet she arrives to jubilation of not only my audience, but Molly Holly as well? It was pathetic. I’m the champion. I’m your Wrestle Parade Grand Marshal. Talk about a severe lack of respect.
As she was speaking, her hands followed the outline of the championship’s leather strap.
Brandi: One could argue that you haven’t shown Molly Holly respect since you’ve become our Grand Marshal. Is it really out of the question to assume our GM would only treat you the same?
Bliss: What? You’re pointing the blame at me? Me? Wow. I wasn’t expecting this from you, Brandi. Have you ever heard of unbiased journalism? She hasn’t liked me from the moment I stepped into this company. You know it, I know it, these people watching us? Know it too. I don’t know what it is. Maybe Molly’s always felt threatened by people like me.
Brandi: People like you?
Alexa chuckles, rolling her eyes.
Bliss: I know I don’t look it, but I’m powerful, Brandi. Mind and body, I was destined to become what I am today: The Best. Molly Holly’s never burned in my type of spotlight. She was ‘the wrestler’ of her generation, but never ‘the idol.’ One look at me, and I’m the embodiment of everything she’s ever felt envious of in her lackluster career. She can’t touch me, and neither can Charlotte Flair.
Adjusting her championship, Alexa tilts her head and abandons the interview as it fades to black. We’re then invited to Eve Torres walking down the arena’s hallways in her pearl-white wrestling gear. She’s cracking her knuckles with the eyes of the utmost determination. She walks passed Kelly Kelly who then taps her shoulder and the pair have a conversation as it fades to Tenille Dashwood on the opposite end of the venue. Just behind her is Dana Brooke, and both looked dressed to kill as Tenille sports her trademark aviator sunglasses. It looks as though Tenille is giving Dana pointers as they walk down the hallways together before the show breaks to commercial.
 Eve’s surprise victory leaves Dana Brooke flabbergasted. She had been certain that her partner-in-crime Tenille Dashwood was going to win. Her calculations had predicted it! With Eve celebrating, Dana quickly walks around the circumference of the ring and pulls her friend out of it. She tends to her neck with warm rub, giving Eve nasty looks as “She Looks Good to Me!” echoes throughout the venue. The show cuts to its second commercial break, advertising Wrestle Parade merchandise. Braun Strowman hands are part of the latest additions to the shop. They’re huge fists similar to Marvel’s Incredible Hulk gloves. Those, along with “Fearless” baseball snapbacks, and Becky Lynch steampunk goggles are all available to purchase. If your order is $50.00 or more, it comes packaged with a free limited-edition ‘Return of the Queen’ Charlotte Flair t-shirt. Peyton Royce and Billie Kay are then smiling as the scene transitions to what we can only assume is a selfie-cam. Peyton is holding the camera, with Billie’s arms wrapped about her neck with both their lips soaked in red lipstick. They’re both dressed in their ring gear and presumingly ready to compete against the Bella Twins later this evening.
Peyton Royce: Good evening everyone, I’m Peyton Royce.
Billie Kay: And I’m Billie Kay.
Billie & Peyton: And welcome to the inaugural episode of ‘Truly Iconic.’
They both giggle uncontrollably, both clearly excited on their new Reality TV show adventure. They didn’t even plan saying it at the same time. It was a truly a symbol of just how deep their lifelong friendship has been. Realizing they should probably address their audience, they clear their throats and focus back at Peyton’s phone.
Billie: How are you beauties doing this evening?
Peyton: We’re here backstage at The March!
Billie: A truly iconic show if I do dare say so myself.
Peyton: Oh yes, as iconic as it gets.
Billie & Peyton: Especially now that we’re here!
They giggle again.
Peyton: We’ve got to stop doing that.
They pause and glance at each other.
Billie & Peyton: No we don’t!
They laugh obnoxiously, Billie seriously enjoying herself before she accidentally snorts. Peyton gives her a ‘serious’ look, but is clearly fighting not giggle as Billie covers her lips.
Peyton: Aaaanyway, we’re here to discuss everything you lovelies may want to know.
Billie: Like what Peyton had for breakfast this morning.
Peyton: The secrets to living our iconic lifestyle; which by the way, I had a single boiled egg this morning. Billie makes them so delicious, let me tell you.
Billie: What shows on Netflix we both recommend.
Billie & Peyton: GLOW SEASON TWO!
Billie excitedly squeezed Peyton’s shoulders as they yelled at the same time.
Peyton: And what Billie looks for in an iconic life partner.
Peyton shimmies her shoulders as her voice leans into that of sultry.
Billie: And–hey! As if there would be anyone else…
Billie & Peyton: When we have each other.
Peyton: Awww~
Billie: Aren’t we just the cutest.
Peyton: You’re so iconic.
Billie: No, you’re so iconic.
Peyton: No, you.
Billie: No, you are!
Peyton: I have it on grand authority that you’re the most iconic.
Billie: Let’s just both agree we’re both equally iconic.
Peyton: Unlike those pesky Bella Twins.
They both make disgusted faces, and go on a small tangent to see who could make the most disgusting face before Peyton nearly drops her phone.
Billie: Blarg. I thought we agreed to discuss what’s truly iconic, Pey-Pey.
Peyton: My bad, my bad, I just get so disgusted knowing we’re going to have burn our iconic outfits once we’re victorious tonight.
They both look crestfallen as they imagine the fates of their wrestling gear.
Billie: It’s a shame, truly a shame. If only there was some way to beat them without having to touch them.
They both get lost in thought, their eyes turning skyward as the moment lingers for almost a second too long.
Peyton: I got it!
Excited, Billie jumps up and down, which makes Peyton want to jump and down so they do, again forgetting that they were holding a camera.
Billie: What is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it?!
Peyton leans forward, her eyes narrowing as she whispers.
Peyton: We convince someone to take them out before the match starts. Then we can still make our iconic entrance for all our fans, and save our outfits from destruction.
Billie hops up and loudly smooches Peyton on the cheek.
Billie: You are a GENIUS! Oh my god, the plan is flawless! But Peyton….who?
Peyton: …..I haven’t thought that far yet, but how could anyone say ‘no’ to us?
Billie: We’re too iconic to be denied!
Peyton: Of course we are-oh no. My phone is about to die!
Billie: Well, it looks like we’re going to have to cut our episode short.
Peyton: Unfortunately. Phooey. I guess my arm was getting tired anyway.
Peyton pouts, but as Billie begins to blow kisses to the camera, so does she.
Billie & Peyton: Iconic kisses for everyone! Mwah, mwah, mwah!
As the arena settles for the next contest, focus is brought to the center of the ring. There’s a low murmur in the audience until it is announced that Tyler Breeze has taken special vacation photos and would like to share them with the audience. Various pictures of him posing are on screen, all of which are clearly photoshopped to entice boos from the crowd. Pose after pose, smile after smile, every photo was taken with Tyler Breeze presented as the centerpiece. It ends with an animated gif of Breeze winking before Carlito’s music hits. Apple in hand, he passes looks of disgust until he arrives inside the ring and Rey Mysterio makes his entrance. The cheers are deafening. Throughout the match, Andrade “Cien” Almas and Zelina Vega are shown backstage watching the events unfold. The Cavalcade Championship on his shoulder, they cheer whenever Carlito is in control, and look annoyed whenever Rey Mysterio is.
 Almas and Vega leave the monitor absolutely frustrated while Mysterio celebrates with the audience on screen. However, the scene doesn’t immediately fade. With Almas and Vega gone, Evan Bourne takes their spot with smiling determination. After last week, Bourne has a victory over Almas and looks to now challenge himself against the lucha libre icon. He claps and nods, wondering how his skills may fair with someone of Mysterio’s caliber. The show then transitions to a vignette none-to-similar than the one from last week. “EST” arrives letter-by-letter in bold. Only this time the video contains clips of the superstar in question. Military Presses, hair-whips and powerful maneuvers give the audience their first glimpse of Bianca Belair to mild cheers. There’s a “cool” aura about her, and her incoming presence on the Wrestle Parade roster leaves fans feeling excited. “COMING SOON” appears on screen before a loud whipping noise ends the video.
Alone, Ruby Riot is slumped in a chair, with her elbows resting against a table. Despite having a main event match with a returning Charlotte Flair, she doesn’t look excited. Her arrival sparks cheers from the audience, but it quickly shifts into intrigue with her body language an obvious concern. It’s the first we’ve seen and even heard of Ruby since Charlotte’s reemergence. She looks half-dressed to compete with worry expressed all over her face.
Alexa Bliss: Whatcha doin’?
Out of seemingly nowhere, Alexa Bliss plops up, and sits on the table. She leans backward, her hands propping her up as her legs sway and dangle off the ledge. Ruby immediately looks apprehensive, and more unsure than she had been as Alexa places her championship right in front of her.
Bliss: Settle down, settle down. I know you beat me last week, but I’m not mad! Weeeell, at you anyway.
She gives Ruby a toothy smile, and almost gives her shoulder a playful punch before rethinking it. Instead, she decides to trace the “Wrestle Parade” logo on the Grand Marshal championship.
Riot: Oh, uh. Heeeeey Alexa.
It becomes immediately clear to Alexa that Ruby isn’t 100% herself. This wasn’t the usual, annoying Ruby Riot she’s had the tolerate for the last couple of months. Something was up, and the audience hoped their champion felt the sudden urge to be a little nosey.
Bliss: “Oh, uh, hey Alexa?” Don’t give me that! Put on a smile. Take a breath. Try again. Say it like you mean it!
She turns her attention skyward, and shakes her head so her pink-tipped locks could glisten and mesmerize.
Riot: Um….okay.
Ruby clears her throat. This was unusual for her too. Never in her life had she assumed there would a situation where Alexa Bliss would instigate an interaction. In her imagination? Sure. But in real-life? Not so much. Drawing in a deep breath, she attempts to put on a more encouraging tone.
Riot: Hey Alexa! What brings you here?
Bliss: I guess that’s a little better, but whatever. What’s wrong? Why the gloom and doom? You’re usually a little…I can’t think of the word, but usually you’re a little that. Where’s the rebellion? Where’s that ‘punk rock edge’ everyone loves?
She was speaking so quickly, it was almost difficult for Ruby to comprehend it all. Heck, she was still trying to get her around that Alexa Bliss was expressing any sort of interest in her whatsoever.
Riot: I…uh, well. It’s kind of complicated.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and gulps loudly.
Bliss: Seriously? That’s it? That’s all you’re going to give me? C’mon Ruby. At least toss in an Avril Lavigne reference. Where’s the spunk? Is it…? Wait, let me guess!
Alexa leans forward, gazing into Ruby’s eyes.
Bliss: Boy troubles?
Ruby gives her a look, folds her arms and leans back into her chair before huffing.
Bliss: No? Okay. I got this. I’m usually really good at this game. Don’t count me out just yet! Is it….your car? Did your clunker break down again? I keep saying you should get a new car, Ruby. I mean, not to you directly, but to other people. Like Mickie!
She talks about Ruby? Color her intrigued. That line draws her interest back into the conversation as she scoots a little closer to the table.
Riot: No, I mean-kinda yes, but no. It’s not that.
Bliss: Oh! I get it. You’re sad because Mickie James isn’t here tonight. She had some country music awards thing going on. I know. But a woman as talented as her has her commitments, Ruby. She’ll be here next week. You can smile, and look forward to it. I know I am.
Ruby sighs.
Riot: Just….Alexa. I’m not in the moo–
Bliss: It’s Charlotte.
Ruby goes silent and an excited Alexa Bliss slithers off the table and instead claims the seat next to her.
Bliss: Ding! Ding! Ding! Told you I’m good. Can’t expect anything less from your reigning Grand Marshal.
Riot: I guess….
Alexa frowns but decides to finally invade Ruby’s personal space. She starts to massage her shoulders, and lean into her. While at first Ruby seems reluctant, she quickly oozes into Alexa’s touch. Nearly smiling.
Bliss: Spit it out. You can tell me anything Ruby. What did that mean and nasty ‘Queen’ do to you?
Riot: She didn’t do anything. It’s more….it’s more….okay.
Ruby clears her throat again, with new found determination.
Riot: Do you remember what happened last time? When….when that happened?
Alexa’s smile turns devilish, slowly grinning from ear to ear.
Bliss: You mean when….?
Riot: Yeah. What happened after I hit my STO.
Bliss: Beautiful move. Hurts like a mother.
Riot: Thanks….but, Alexa. I don’t know if I can go out there tonight. Knowing what I did. Knowing that Charlotte….knowing that because of me, Charlotte had to experience….that.
Alexa hugs Ruby, consoling her.
Bliss: Oh, Ruby. Aren’t you just the sweetest thing? I’m positive Charlotte wouldn’t hold a grudge for something like that. We’re in a contact sport where accidents can happen. You couldn’t control it. It’s nothing to blame yourself for.
There’s something disingenuous about Alexa’s tone, but Ruby seems too lost in the hug to realize it.
Bliss: I’ll tell you what.
She breaks the hug, but holds Ruby at arm’s length.
Bliss: I think you just need a little bit of bliss in your corner tonight.
Ruby perks up, trying to hide her smile.
Riot: You don’t mean…?
Bliss: Yeah! How about I accompany you tonight? Be in your corner. Your own personal cheerleader in your fight against Charlotte Flair.
Riot: Cheerleader? Would you wear the skirt and pom-poms?
Bliss: No, don’t be silly!
Ruby sighs, but only to gain more of Alexa’s sympathy.
Bliss: Next time, next time! But what do you say? You could use some support out there. Who could be better than the champ?
Ruby nods, Alexa’s encouragement actually helping her get out of this rut.
Ruby: Okay. Let’s do it! Just….just don’t do anything that makes me regret it.
Bliss: Regret? Ruby, please. How could you regret anything when I’m involved?
She gives Ruby that same devilish smile and pops out of her seat.
Bliss: I’ll start a riot with you later tonight. Time to show the ‘Queen’ she no longer reigns over us.
 We return from commercial break to The Bella Twins, dressed and ready to compete for their tag team match tonight. They’re in matching yellow outfits and Brie Bella is stretching in front of Nikki Bella while she helps. Just off in the background are their Wrestle Parade Color Guard Championships. Brie is trying to loosen up, and with Nikki so close their pre-match ritual entices a few whistles from the audience. Their confidence is at an all-time high, but the scene transitions its focus to Kairi Hojo, marching just off in the distance. Although she isn’t scheduled on the card tonight, that didn’t stop her from looking the part. She slaps her elbow pad while she throws a pair of elbows and Brandi Rhodes soon arrives with a microphone in hand.
Brandi Rhodes: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight with Wrestle Parade’s Cinderella Tournament winner, Kairi Hojo. Kairi, how are you tonight?
Although she championed the tournament, just the mention of it turns Kairi’s expression solemn. Eyes closed, she draws in a breath before addressing both Brandi and her audience.
Kairi Hojo: Truthfully? I have had better days, but I am trying. There’s clean pain in her tone. The audience has grown so used to Kairi’s smile it’s difficult to watch her look and feel so conflicted. Brandi: You showed such a valiant effort against both Alexa Bliss and Mickie James last week. Everyone could see your heart.
Hojo: Thank you, but it was not enough. I have sailed the seas for treasure, Brandi. The waters lead me to the shores of Wrestle Parade. I was so close. Fingertips.
She reaches in front of her, envisioning her treasure just within arm’s reach, but dramatically pulls her arm back down.
Hojo: But my search? Continues. I was not strong enough. The tides shifted. My treasure? Washed away and back into that witch’s hands.
Brandi: “The witch’s?”
Hojo: Alexa.
She expressed her name with such disdain. Kairi would do anything for another rematch, but her path back to her treasure was uncertain.
Brandi: Oh, I see. If you could say anything to your Wicked Witch right now, what would it be, Kairi?
Kairi looks at the camera, her lips pursed. She has so much to express. So much to say. But just when she’s about to answer The IIconics hop into the scene.
Peyton & Billie: Kairi! Kairi! Kairi!
Peyton Royce: The Pirate Princess…
Billie Kay: Sailor of the Seven Seas…
Peyton & Billie: Don’t we have a proposition for you!
Kairi visibly sighs. Already annoyed by this iconic duo.
Billie: What do you say? Huh, huh, huh? Want to hear it? It’s got a pretty treasure for ya’ with your name on it.
Billie leans into her and playfully elbows Kairi into the stomach.
Peyton: Billie, she kind of owes us anyway. Remember last week? She used our iconic locker room to get away from this one over here.
Without looking at Brandi Rhodes, Peyton points at her with her thumb.
Billie: Right, right. So listen to this, yeah? It involves those terrible Bellas. They’re not so beautiful if you ask me, isn’t that right Pey-Pey?
Peyton: Like, yeah. They’re bullies! The both of them. And you know what they say about bullies.
Billie: They’re ugly both on the inside.
Peyton & Billie: And the outside!
Billie invites herself to Kairi’s elbow. She takes it, and makes Kairi throw a pair of strikes.
Billie: So how about you use this nifty thing right here and SMACK ‘em for us! Right on the nose.
Peyton: The eye socket!
Billie: And right in the kisser!
Kairi is not amused, but her spirits pick up when The Bella Twins stomp on up. Nikki Bella assumes the lead while Brie Bella carries both their championships. One on each shoulder. Peyton and Billie refuse to make eye-contact, both whistling and acting like they weren’t planning their demise.
Nikki Bella: Just what do we have over here, Brie?
Brie Bella: I don’t know. Looks like a couple of losers to me, Nikki.
There’s that Bella air of confidence between them. Everyone could feel it. Kairi trying her best to hide her smile.
Nikki: Didn’t we warn you not to mess with the Pirate?
Brie: If memory serves me right, we did Nikki.
Nikki: We should probably do something about that.
Both Bella Twins go nose-to-nose with the IIconics, Nikki cocking back her forearm as if she’s readying to throw some blows.
Molly Holly: Ladies, ladies.
Here to interrupt the ‘fun’, Wrestle Parade GM, Molly Holly interjects herself between the women.
Molly: As much as I appreciate the enthusiasm, all four of you have a match tonight. In fact? If my time is correct I would say that match is just about to happen.
As if on cue, the IIconic’s entrance music begins to play.
Molly: How about that? Sorry Billie, sorry Peyton, but it looks like you won’t be able to weasel your way out of this one. But I’ll tell you what?
She looks both IIconics up and down before passing them her smile.
Molly: I’ll go ahead and get the fire ready.
The IIconics, clearly annoyed, march off after a quick stare down with the GM. Nikki and Brie thank Molly and scurry off as well leaving her alone with Kairi Hojo. The Pirate Princess looks nervous, but Molly is quick to give her a hug.
Molly: Why don’t we come to my office, Kairi? I have a proposition for you.
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The IIconics have lost their minds. Peyton rushes into the ring and glomps Billie as they roll on the canvas in their collective jubilation. They roll and roll until both are outside and together they back pedal up the ramp. With Brie checking on Nikki’s jaw, both Bellas are presented their tag team championships while giving evil glares in the IIconic’s direction. To mock them, both Billie and Peyton flash L’s on their foreheads before giggling and disappearing behind the entrance curtain. The scene then shifts to Tenille Dashwood sitting in what is assumed to be Wrestle Parade’s medical office. Dana Brooke is standing beside her, pressing an ice pack to the back of her neck but Tenille shrugs it off, pouting.
Tenille Dashwood: Get off! Where were you out there, Dana? Dana Brooke: I thought you had it! I was taking not–
Tenille: Notes? You were taking notes? You shouldn’t had to take notes. It was Eve Torres, Dana. I should have been able to beat her in five minutes flat, but no. You were supposed to have my back!
Dana: I’m sorry! Next time, next time!
Tenille: I swear, Dana. Bayley’s Passion Championship should have been mine at the Final Act, but even then you were worthless! Do you see a championship around my waist, do you?
Dana: N-n-no?
Tenille: God, I swear-ow, ow, ow, arugh!
A member of Wrestle Parade medical staff touched a tender muscle.
Dana: I’ll make it up to you! I’ll uh…I’ll go request to face Eve next week! I’ll beat her up!
Dana Brooke scurries off and rushes to Molly Holly’s office leaving Tenille seething and wincing in pain.
Tenille: She couldn’t even beat Kelly Kelly. What a moron–HEY, LAY OFF!
She barks at him and slides of the seat before marching out of the room while rubbing the back of her neck. We’re then invited to a shimmering black boot with the initials “C.F.” in bold, silver lettering. The camera pans up, and audience all collectively ‘Wooo’s’ as everyone is invited to Charlotte Flair’s beautiful smile. The Queen looks a royal as ever, and her much anticipated arrival has the audience in a constant buzz. It then fades to Ruby Riot. More cheers erupt, but they quickly turn into boos as Alexa Bliss is revealed behind her. It looks as though she’s giving Ruby a pep-talk while the punk nods and snarls. The main event is next!
 Did…did that just happen? The audience is stunned, Ruby Riot included. Clutching her stomach, Ruby rests in the corner as disbelief overtakes her. She had been so nervous. Her heart had been racing at a billion beats per second, but never….never had she assumed tonight would end like this. She looks at the referee for some type confirmation. Charlotte Flair is still on the canvas as the audience chants Ruby’s name. That was….that was two high profile victories in a row. Alexa and Charlotte! With Charlotte slowly coming too, Ruby stands and stumbles into the official’s direction before she raises her hand. The feeling was absolutely and utterly bonkers.
Unfortunately, the celebration is short-lived. Taking the opportunity for herself, Alexa Bliss rushes into the ring and mounts the Queen. Forearm after forearm, she rains down strikes all directed at Charlotte’s head. She’s grunting with each hit, Alexa’s eyes possessed while she extracts some self-righteous form of vengeance. Ruby is immediately conflicted. She doesn’t know what to do. She had felt so bad for Charlotte, but she…she couldn’t just touch Alexa! She paces and forth before eventually deciding enough was enough.
Ruby Riot: Alexa, Alexa! I didn’t mean for you to do this!
She runs up from behind and wraps her arms around Alexa’s waist, prying her off. Bliss kicks and screams and eventually breaks the connection before going face-to-face with Ruby.
Alexa Bliss: What do you think you’re doing?! We can end her now! WE CAN END THE QUEEN!
Riot: We…we can’t, Alexa! No. No. She doesn’t deserve this. No. I…I forbid it!
Bliss: You’re either with me, or against me Ruby. With me or against me.
After it becomes clear that Ruby is struggling to make a choice, Alexa steps forward and pushes a conflicted Ruby onto the floor.
Bliss: This wretched Queen? She’s mine. I’m the champ. ME. No one’s gonna take that title from me. Not you. Not Molly Holly. Not Charlotte Flair. NO ONE.
Charlotte is still recovering, and the conniving Alexa Bliss devilishly smiles above her.
Bliss: No one. No one gets between me and my championship! Say goodbye to your other leg.
Just when it seems Alexa is ready to mount her next attack, Kairi Hojo’s theme hits and the Pirate Princess rushes into the ring. Immediately she and Alexa brawl. Elbows are exchanged, over and over to the absolute roar of the crowd. While this commotion takes place. Ruby Riot collects herself and helps Charlotte Flair leave the ring. However, Flair misreads it as soon as they’re ringside and pushes Ruby off causing the audience to “oooo.” They two have a stare down, Ruby trying to claim her innocence before Flair shakes her head and walks up the ramp alone.
Meanwhile, Alexa Bliss takes a Kairi Hojo spear, which has the Pirate smacking her own elbow, signalling she’s going to rise to the top. BAM! Her finishing elbow drop hits Alexa square on the chest, forcing the Wicked Witch to roll the outside. Everyone cheers, except for Ruby. Mouthing profanity, she frustratingly stomps on the ramp before she makes her way to the back. The show fades to black with Alexa Bliss coughing and wheezing after taking Kairi’s shot. |
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Aug 24, 2018 22:30:17 GMT
OKAY!
Got episode 2 posted. Took me a bit to format everything.
Tenille and Eve edits by giunsio7.
Carlito edit originally by otaku2255.
Rey Mysterio edit originally TheAvenger3.
Ruby Riot edit originally by Evil Jerk.
All edits had changes made by me in terms of parameters, appearances, ect.
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Aug 24, 2018 22:32:34 GMT
This is really good- I love the writing, seems the paranoid champ has her hands full...
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Aug 24, 2018 22:50:38 GMT
Thank you!
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Sept 2, 2018 4:03:30 GMT
ISSUE #3: The Great Team-Up!Live from Maples Pavilion, Stanford, CA The last issue of The March! ended in absolute turmoil for its Grand Marshal, Alexa Bliss. Her focus set on a returning Charlotte Flair, never did she imagine the level of competition vying for her championship. Ruby Riot surprisingly scored another high-profile victory, securing her spot in the main event scene while Kairi Hojo continued on her journey towards her treasure; Alexa’s Grand Marshal Championship. With so many rising contenders on the horizon, just how will Little Miss Bliss continue to handle the pressure? Suffice to say, she doesn’t necessarily have Molly Holly in her corner. One could argue Charlotte, Ruby and Kairi are part of a grander scheme under the GM’s guise. Nevertheless, anticipation for the evening has a restless crowd wondering just where the pages may turn, and chants of “Wrestle Parade” shake the halls until the show’s opening video takes the screen.The music is pumping, and it has the fans stomping their feet in unison. Clips of various finishing holds elicit cheers, while others cause boos. Tenille Dashwood’s Spotlight Kick in particular doesn’t gel well with the audience while Bayley’s Bayley-to-Belly Suplex ignites hope among the faithful. It ends with Alexa Bliss rising her championship towards the stars before Charlotte’s music hits the venue to uproarious applause.Blanketed in hues of blue, flashing lights and a rocking guitar invites the resident Queen onto the stage. Her blonde hair glistens in spotlight while her gorgeous coral robe snatches the attention of everyone. Her arms extended, she does her signature spin before making her descent down the entrance ramp. Despite her loss against Ruby Riot just a week ago, Charlotte’s smile had never faded. It had been nine long months since she last addressed her audience and tonight she was ready to break her silence. Entering the ring, she’s handed a microphone as various “wooo’s” surface from her anxious crowd.![]() Charlotte Flair: It’s been a while, hasn’t it? She gazes throughout the venue, soaking in the atmosphere. Everyone could tell she missed having this stage. Nodding, she draws in a cool breath before shifting her focus to the hardcam.Charlotte: Nine, long months I waited. Nine, long months I sat at home and watched Wrestle Parade live on and thrive without its Queen. Trust me. Some nights were tougher than others. I watched colleagues and friends reach successes that I only wished I could experience with them. Such as Bayley winning her first Wrestle Parade Passion Championship. She pauses as she allows the crowd to chant Bayley’s name, making everyone’s favorite hugger blush backstage.Charlotte: It is a memory she will cherish forever, but there were some moments that made me have to pause. Made your Queen have to stop, and think. You see, while there’s women like Bayley on our roster that worked her butt off to earn her first championship in this company there are other types of women. Other types of women like Alexa Bliss who will take each and every shortcut in the book to steal the spotlight, steal opportunities from others who have worked day in and day out of the very championship she has on her shoulders and steal the very championship which made this company great, and that I was proud to hold. Charlotte’s passion isn’t lost on the audience. While some cheer for their Queen, others boo at the mention of Alexa’s name.Charlotte: I had to watch in disgust as Alexa Bliss beat every single one of my friends. It was hard. It was difficult. One could only do so much. One could provide so much support. I wanted to see that little troll finally get what she deserved! Chants of ‘Little Troll’ surface, making Charlotte chuckle.Charlotte: So last week I had my mind set. Your Queen’s return to the ring after a career-threatening injury was going to end with one grand declaration and promise. A promise to all of you that Alexa’s time as Grand Marshal was coming to it’s royal end. This ‘Blissful Era’ that she dubbed it as? It was going to be no mo— Mickie James: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS. YOUR WRESTLE PARADE GRAND MARSHAL, ALEXA BLISSSSSSSSSS~! Interrupting Charlotte Flair, Mickie James arrives to the absolute dissatisfaction of the crowd. Dressed in jean shorts, a black leather jacket, and a black top underneath, she’s dressed to kill with a microphone in hand. It only takes a second, but Alexa Bliss’ theme plays and as she arrives that same “Little Troll” chant boomerangs back into the crowd. She looks dissatisfied, Alexa snarling as Mickie covers her ears.Alexa Bliss: Rude. Rude. Rude, you’re all rude! It doesn’t stop the chant, Alexa grunting before rolling her eyes. She keeps addressing the audience, pointing angrily with her own microphone in hand. Bliss: Whatever. You can have your little chant, but that doesn’t change the fact that your Queen? Charlotte Flair? She lost. She then looks at Charlotte still inside the ring with a now excited grin.Bliss: Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, no one cares. No one has cared about you for nine months, ‘Queen.’ Especially not now! Especially when you couldn’t even put away Ruby Riot. She said the name with disgust, but that doesn’t stop the crowd from starting to chant Ruby’s name
Bliss: You were unstoppable! A force to be reckoned with! Truth be told, I used to look at you and shake in my boots but now? HAH! Mickie, Mickie. Charlotte hasn’t been here for the better part of the year, so go on. Inform her of just how great I am. Mickie: Gladly, honey.
Mickie looks Alexa up and down with a salacious grin. Mickie had been on Alexa’s side since her rise towards the championship, and their partnership had only grown since. More than once did Mickie help Alexa win and retain her championship. They were a truly dynamic duo. Closing her eyes, Alexa takes in a breath and gets ready to bask in her praise.OI! OI! OI! OI! However, before Mickie could even go any further Ruby Riot’s theme hits. The crowd goes wild as their Punk Rock Ragdoll arrives alongside Alexa. Although she had looked conflicted at the end of Issue #2, she arrives looking more confident than she has before.Ruby Riot: Sorry, sorry, sorry. It’s like Beetlejuice. Say my name three times and I’m sort of obligated to appear. Ruby smiles at the crowd, knowing that they chanted her name.Riot: But go on, continue. I beat Charlotte Flair, and I also beat you, so go on. Finish the thought. Again, just pretend I’m not here. Both Alexa and Mickie give Ruby an evil stare while Mickie steps forth just a little bit ready to announce her again.
Mickie: As I was—
Riot: Sorry, sorry. Again, just remember. I beat Alexa Bliss two weeks ago. I don’t want you forget that part of the story. It’s kind of important. Bliss: Oh my god, oh my god. SHUT UP! Charlotte is audibly laughing from the ring, amused by all these shenanigans. Like the audience, she too watched the Alexa and Ruby story develop from home. There was a connection between the two that both simply couldn’t deny.Riot: I will, I will! But give me a second! I know you don’t know this, no one does. You see, before these people demanded my presence and I sort of poofed out of Molly Holly’s office she was telling me about our main event tonight. Ruby scratches her chin, looking unsure of she should say anything.Riot: But I don’t know if I should saaaay anything, I know you don’t like surprises and all…. The crowd chants Ruby’s name again.Riot: Oh, what the hell! Why not? You see, Molly Holly thought you and I made such a great team last week that she said ‘I wanna see those two shack together!’ The crowd goes ‘oooooo~’ as Alexa’s cheeks burn red.Riot: Or…no, sorry. I kind of paraphrased. I meant to say we’re tag teaming toooooonight~ She shakes her hips, biting her bottom lip as the audience whistles.Riot: It’s going to be Wrestle Parade’s Grand Marshal, Alexa Bliss and Ruby Riot against Charlotte Flair and this cool chick. Ruby Riot points at the rafters and with a rope in hand, Kairi Hojo swings from the skies into the ring like a pirate would swing onto a rival ship. With a proud smile, she points at Alexa, strikes one of her signature poses and stands next to Charlotte Flair. The pair stand back to back, looking like a kickass team. Ruby, wanting to look ‘cool’ too, tries to copy the pose with Alexa, but the champion backs off and has none of it. Calling for Mickie James to follow her, the pair march off the stage as Ruby shrugs with a “I tried.” The show cuts to commercial with Kairi and Charlotte striking various poses for the audience.
Dana Brooke did it! She proved Tenille Dashwood proud! She almost can’t believe it herself. Hand risen by the official, Dana flexes for the audience before Tenille slides into the ring. Despite Dana’s victory, Tenille isn’t finished with Eve just yet. With the Heartbreaker on the floor, Dashwood quickly mounts her and starts to rain in the punches. At first, Dana’s confused but ultimately decides to join in on the pounding. With Tenille’s direction, Team Disingenuous begin to make example out of Eve Torres. She orders Dana to pick her up while she pounds the toe of her boot against the canvas signaling for a painful Spotlight Kick. However, just when it she’s about to dash for the ropes, Kelly Kelly’s music plays. The blonde rushes into the ring and immediately tackles Dana Brooke onto the canvas. Frustrated, Tenille rolls out of the ring with Brooke pushing and forcing herself outside. Together the pair meet on the stage with Kelly Kelly tending to Eve’s wounds. She then points at the pair, signaling she’s far from done with them.
We return from commercial break, but not before a “Please Don’t Try This Home” warning. Various scenes are shown, high bumps, and nasty falls. Charlotte Flair’s injury is highlighted, but it ends with The Miz taking an impactful kick from Lana in glorious slow motion. Not once, but twice. As it fades out, we’re invited to Molly Holly’s office with her looking pleased with how the video packaged turned out.
Molly Holly: What a kick, wow. Lana, I can’t say I’ve been more impressed.Lana, with Rusev is all smalls as she puts on a fighting pose. She hasn’t been active competitor for longer than a year but her educated feet have earned her and Rusev not one but two victories over the Miz and Maryse.
Rusev: Lana is the best, Lana number one.He claps his chest, Lana holding a triumphant fist as “Lana Day” is chanted and echoed from the arena.
Lana: Oh Rusev, you flatter me but we thank you! If it wasn’t for Rusev’s rigorous training exercises, I’m not sure we would have been quite as successful.Rusev: Lana, Lana, Lana! Don’t sell yourself short. I’ve never seen Russian woman kick like you. Bulgarian women? Maybe, but you? League of your own. That’s why you’re the best.Lana blushes, taking in an excited breath as she does a quick little leg sweep.
Rusev: Whoa, whoa! Don’t tire yourself out tiger!The Miz: “Tiger?” Really?Still wearing his extremely reflective pair of sunglasses, The Miz along with Maryse arrive. Neither look pleased, Maryse face stuck in a permanent frown with Miz clearly hiding a shiner. Rusev and Lana snarl, with Molly Holly standing between them.
The Miz: Really? Really? There’s only one tigress in all of Wrestle Parade, and it isn’t Lana. Believe me. No, no. You see, there’s only one woman on the roster with class. One woman on the roster who exceeds exemplary beauty. One woman on the roster worthy of being called a tigress and that’s Maryse!Maryse: That’s right!The Miz: Lana? Is nothing but a cheap imitation!Rusev doesn’t take kindly to that and quickly goes nose to nose with him. Molly is quick to clap her hands however, and sandwiches herself between them before forcing them to separate. Rusev grunts with the Miz smirking.
Molly: Boys, boys, boys! I will not tolerate violence in my office! But Miz? I’m not sure you should be the one talking. After all, it was that ‘cheap imitation’ which gave you that.He quickly gets defensive, Maryse now with a look of annoyed concern.The Miz: I don’t know what you’re talking about.Rusev: Really? Really?Rusev mocks the Miz, much to the pleasure of the audience.The Miz: Yes, really. I don’t know what in the world you’re trying to imply!Molly clears her throat and gestures back to the video package. Miz pouts, and adjusts his sunglasses.
The Miz: What am I supposed to get from that? Other than the fact that you’re finally utilizing my talent!Lana interrupts with a kick clearly meant to whiff, but it causes Miz to scream and cower into Maryse’s arms. Rusev lets out a thunderous laugh.
Rusev: Look at him. Scared of a womans!The Miz: Me, scared? N-no!Maryse adjusts his glasses.Maryse: It’s alright baby….Rusev: HAHAHA! Look at him Lana!The Miz: I am not scared! I have no reason to be scared for some blonde little girl!Lana teases another kick, which immediately has Miz wincing.Molly: Not scared of ‘some blonde little girl?’Molly Holly has that conniving smirk on her face, looking as though she has a brilliant idea.Molly: How about we put that to the test?The Miz: What?Molly: Next week, here on Lana Day, we’re going to have The Miz take on Lana in one-on-one competition.The crowd erupts in applause, chants of ‘Lana Day’ echoing throughout the venue.The Miz: You cannot be serious! I will not fight some….some…some GIRL!Rusev: Chicken.The Miz: Excuse me?Lana & Rusev: Pok, pok, pok, pok!
The Miz: I AM NOT CHICKEN!Lana: What’s the matter Miz? I thought I was just some blonde little girl!Both Miz and Maryse seethe, which ultimately leads to Miz taking off his glasses. Despite being absent last week, his black eye actually looks worse than before.The Miz: I am not a chicken, you’re….you’re on.Miz and Maryse then march off, with Rusev and Lana immediately looking pleased. Together they sing “Lana is the best, Lana number one,” and happily dance out of the scene. Unfortunately, Molly Holly would only get a moment to rest before Alexa Bliss and Mickie James barge in. Alexa is in a pout, Mickie standing just behind her and holding Alexa’s championship.Alexa Bliss: Explain yourself.Molly: Pardon?Bliss: “Pardon?” You know what I’m talking about. Me and Ruby Riot? Kairi Hojo and Charlotte Flair? What are you trying to do, Molly?! I’m Wrestle Parade’s Grand Marshal. I’m your champion! What happened to consulting with the champ before putting her in stupid matches!Molly: Alexa, Alexa, Alexa, I’m not trying to steer you wrong! There’s chemistry between you two, and I’m not the only one who sees it, right Mickie?Alexa gives Mickie a dumbfounded look.Bliss: What is she talking about?Mickie: Well, I mean….Bliss: ‘Well, I mean,’ what the heck, Mickie?! You’re supposed to be on my side! It should be us out there fighting them not me….not me and her!Mickie: I wasn’t here last week, but I saw what happened and well…you can’t deny what’s right ther–Bliss: Stop. I don’t want to hear this anymore. We’re a team. Me and you. We’ve been doing this together for how long now? Nothing’s going to get between us!Molly loudly clears her throat, getting both their attention back before they could argue.Molly: She couldn’t be your partner tonight anyway.Bliss: What? How?Mickie: Yeah, what?Molly: You’re already set to compete tonight, Mickie, and I care about my talent. As Alexa’s said before, you’re a busy woman. I can’t stretch you too thin and have you compete twice tonight.Alexa gives Mickie another look.Mickie: Don’t go givin’ me that look, honey. This is the first time I’m hearing about this too.Molly: In fact?
Bayley’s music can be heard playing in the background.Molly: I think you’re match is just about to get started. You’re facing our Passion Champion tonight, best of luck!Mickie shrugs before handing Alexa back her championship. Mouthing ‘sorry’ she leaves Alexa Bliss alone with Molly Holly. The champion is silently furious.Molly: Funny how that turned out.
Bliss: Yeah, ‘funny.’Molly: Actually, forgot to mention this. Slipped my mind for the moment but Ruby was looking for you earlier. She had some ‘rockin’ tag team moves’ she wanted to run by you. Maybe you should go find her.She gets behind Alexa and begins to push her out the door.Bliss: What are you doing?! We’re not done here! I don’t want to talk to her! STOP IT!But Molly is too strong. Slamming the door, she wipes her hands and smiles with pride.
Molly: Crushes these days.
After a short commercial break a video package plays. “STRONGEST,” fades into “FASTEST,” which fades into “HOTTEST,” narrated by a very suave and cool-sounding woman. A powerful hip-hop song plays in the background as more clips of Bianca Belair play. However, mixed in with her wrestling clips are highlights of her college track meets. She hurdles higher, throws longer, and runs faster than everyone else on the track. She speeds across the screen with “BIANCA BELAIR: COMING SOON” burning with flaming text. We’re then invited to a smiling Bayley, beads of sweat dripping off her cheeks with her Passion Championship on her shoulder. Although it wasn’t a title match, her victory over Mickie James felt definitive. No one could question her heart. As she’s walking down the hallway, Nikki Cross hops off a crate with an excited grin. She claps and hops up and down before Bayley greets her with a hug.
Nikki Cross: Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, hehehe! Bayley: Thank you Nikki! But as the hug breaks, Nikki Cross can’t help herself. She peels the championship off of Bayley’s shoulders and holds it endearingly. Her grip is tight, pressing harshly into the leather strap. Bayley: Oh, hey! Cross: Sorry, sorry, it’s just so pretty, hehehe. Nikki keeps looking at her own reflection through the plate, her smile growing wider and wider the longer she holds it. Bayley tilts her head, but her look of concern slowly turns into a cautious smile. Bayley: I mean….I guess it’s okay if you want to hold it. It’s pretty heavy, isn’t? Cross: So…so, so, pretty! Yes, hehehe. Pretty heavy. Pretty heavy. So heavy and pretty. Bayley: So, um….what’s your favorite thing about it? Cross: EVERYTHING! Hehehehe. She doesn’t let it go. Nikki Cross feels and seems so enamored by Bayley’s Passion Championship. Edging closer, Bayley looks a little uneasy. She can see greed in Nikki’s eyes. Greed she’s never seen before. Tenille’s warning echoes in her head, but she shakes her head and ignores it. It’s nothing! Just Nikki being Nikki! Nodding to herself, she smiles and tries to take the championship back. Cross: NO! MY PRETTY THING!
Nikki snaps, lunging forward and trying to bite Bayley’s fingers! The Huggable One jumps, shaking her head and looking confused as she pulls back her hands. Bayley: What the–?! Nikki! Cross breathes heavily and starts to back pedal. She doesn’t want to give back the title. It’s too pretty to just hand back! Pulling at her hair, she takes a half-step forward before going back again and instead dashes down the hall with the championship desperately in her clutches. Bayley: Where are you going?! NIKKI! However, just as Bayley is about to chase her, both Tenille Dashwood and Dana Brooke stand in her way. Dana is cross armed and looking proud while Tenille smirks. Tenille Dashwood: I warned you. Dana Brooke: She did, tsk, tsk, tsk. Tenille: What was it I said? Something about protecting the championship from filth like that? Dana: Filth like Nikki Cross. Tenille: Exactly. I swear, you’re getting smarter by the week Dana. Dana: Thank you! Dana blushes with a smile but as Tenille begins to circle around Bayley so does she. Dashwood reaches for Bayley’s chin and traces her jaw with a look of dominance. Though, but she could even say another word, Kelly Kelly charges in and tackles down Dana Brooke. The women brawl, taking both Tenille and Bayley by surprise. Tenille: What in the world?! Bayley doesn’t know what to do, but as soon as Tenille goes to help her Eve Torres pulls her by the hair and throws her into the wall. All hell has broken loose, but Bayley carefully side steps around and starts to chase Nikki down. Tenille is punching Eve, Kelly Kelly is kicking Dana, but everything comes to a screeching halt as Molly Holly quickly arrives. Victoria is alongside her, and together the pair pull and rip the women away from each other. Molly Holly: Hey! Hey! Hey! LADIES! I love the passion but I will not tolerate violence outside of that wrestling ring! Victoria is acting as guard, placing herself between them and Molly Holly in case Tenille or Dana decide to get physical. Molly: Thank you Victoria, but as for you four? I expected more from you. Especially you two. She looks at both Eve and Kelly, with Tenille and Dana smirking at each other. Tenille: Ooooo, somebody’s in troooooouble. Dana: Hahaha! Victoria steps forward with her arms crossed, immediately causing both to back off. Molly: Again, thank you Victoria. But If you four are so inclined to fight one another than you will do it next week! Eve? Kelly? You two will team up and face Team Disingenuous in a tag team match. So settle down and focus or I swear you’ll force my hand. Kelly Kelly and Eve Torres shake their heads but visibly settle down before Tenille and Dana roll their eyes and leave. The scene fades away and we’re taken to the ring as Kalisto makes his entrance. He’s set to square off against Andrade “Cien” Almas in non-title action.
As match comes to end, Zelina Vega joins Andrade “Cien” Almas inside the ring. Microphone in hand, she watches as Almas pushes Kalisto outside the ring with his foot before addressing the audience. She smiles, her big toothy grin inviting boos while the official hands Almas his Cavalcade Championship. He stands with his head held high as his championship glistens on his shoulder.
Zelina Vega: The mark of a true legend, Andrade “Cien” Almas is in a class entirely of his own. Against any man, Andrade is unbeatable. He’s the finest of not only this generation, but all! You saw it. You know it. Kalisto? Was just like any other. When you’re in the ring with El Ídolo, you soon learn that any talent you thought you had? Fails in comparison.
Almas steps forward and raises his signature fist but is soon interrupted by Rey Mysterio’s entrance music. Cheers erupt as he arrives on stage, nodding before he adjusts his mask and pulls out a microphone from his back pocket.
Rey Mysterio: Unbeatable? Sorry, did I hear that right? I don’t know Andrade. I’ve seen people like you. Your ‘type,’ and I’m pretty sure we all saw you lose two weeks ago.
Zelina and Almas look seriously annoyed. Shaking their heads, Zelina steps forward to retort but is quickly interrupted.
Mysterio: You lack respect. Respect for the lucha libre heritage, respect for your fellow wrestler, and above all? Tú mismo. Yourself, you don’t respect yourself, Andrade. You may have a championship on your shoulder, but you’ll be nothing more than a paper champion.
Zelina: A paper champion? Rey, Rey, Rey, spoken like a man past his prime. I see you. Trust me, Zelina Vega? Sees right through your mask. You see, my man? Andrade “Cien” Almas? You’re threatened by him. You can throw around these words, say ‘terms of the day’ these people all clamour for, but at the end of it? You see Andrade “Cien” Almas and realize you can’t compete at his level anymore. He’ll run circles around you in this ring, why? Because you can’t keep up.
Mysterio: Is that right? Wow. Past my prime? How about we put that to the test, Zelina? Why don’t I go into that ring right now and take on this “true legend.”
Almas steps forward and throws up his fists but as soon as Mysterio is midway down the stage, Evan Bourne’s music hits, bringing everything to a halt. He also arrives to the cheers of the crowd, throwing peace signs and posing before pulling out his own microphone.
Evan Bourne: I think all of you are forgetting about someone.
He paces back and forth, pulling at his earlobe with a smile that didn’t want to fade.
Bourne: I kind of already beat this ‘true legend,’ so what does that make me?
Cheers erupt, as Evan shrugs and glances towards his audience.
Bourne: If there’s anyone Rey should be testing himself against, I think….I don’t know, I think it should be me. I beat Andrade. I pinned Wrestle Parade’s Cavalcade Champion. You guys keep mentioning me, but I guess you all forgot my name? It’s Evan Bourne, nice to meet ya’.
Mysterio claps, nodding, shifting his focus away from Almas and back towards Evan.
Mysterio: You know? You’re right. I respect that. You want test what you got? Pelea conmigo, fight me. I’ll take you on next week, and together? We’ll show this “true legend” the true corazón of lucha libre.
Bourne: You’re on!
Zelina and Almas are left rolling their eyes as Mysterio and Bourne shake on it. Andrade than slaps his championship as the pair leave the ring and the show cuts to its next commercial break.
 Bayley is rushing down the hallways, a look of absolute worry on her face. She’s opening doors, looking behind things, above things, and calling out Nikki Cross’ name. It may have looked silly to most, as if Bayley was chasing around and looking for a runaway puppy but it all comes to an end with a loud and deafening “SMACK!” Just as Bayley was turning around a corner, Nikki Cross knocks her out with her own Wrestle Parade Passion Championship. She hit Bayley so hard, the title actually slipped out of her hands and flew a few feet. Cross is breathing heavily, and pulling at her hair. “I did something bad, I did something bad, I did something bad,” she repeated over and over but just as it looks like she’s going to help Bayley up, her eyes catch the championship again. Stricken with greed, she giggles and snags the championship before running away with it and leaving Bayley knocked out cold on the floor. Peyton Royce: What was that Billie?
Billie Kay: I don’t know Pey-Pey. Did she….did she….
Peyton & Billie: Knock herself out with the door?!
Both members of IIconic laugh simultaneously as they point at the fallen champion, but Peyton has a sudden expression of intrigue. With her phone in hand she has it scan Bayley’s fallen frame before smiling and taking a selfie with it.
Peyton: You know Billie, seeing her kind of reminds me something.
Billie: Really? Tell me, tell me, tell me–no wait, let me guess!
Billie sways her hips left to right while she visibly looks at the sky and thinks.
Billie: Charlotte Flair after Ruby Riot beat her last week!
Peyton: Oooh, nice one! But no, not that.
Billie: Um, um….
Billie is clearly stumped, and starts to visibly get frustrated with herself.
Peyton: Want me to just tell you?
Billie: No, no, no I got–okay, fine. Tell me.
Peyton: She looks just like Nikki Bella after iconically you kicked her face off with a Shades of Kay!
Billie gets taken back by it, and holds both her hands towards her chest before baby-stepping into a hug. Peyton pets her, and cradles her head with Billie having a shimmering smile on her face.
Billie: Oh! You’re so sweet! I don’t know how I could have forgot that!
Peyton: You’re so welcome. Such an iconic kick that was.
Billie: You really think so? How iconic was it?
Brie Bella: Not iconic enough for you to do it again.
Interrupting the fun, both Brie and Nikki Bella arrive looking very annoyed. Each are carrying their halves of the Wrestle Parade Color Guard Championship Titles, Nikki visibly nursing her jaw as Brie assumes the lead. Both Peyton and Billie huff before rolling their eyes.
Nikki Bella: Exactly, Brie. We can easily chalk it up to beginner’s luck. There was nothing iconic about it.
Brie: Oh, I wholeheartedly agree. We’re the Bella Twins, we run this place. Together? We’re the Color Guard Tag Team Champions and ladies there’s something you should know. Titles speak louder than some stupid catchphrase.
Billie: Stupid catchphrase? Oh, let me at ‘em! Let me at ‘em!
Peyton: Whoa, whoa, Billie!
Peyton holds Billie’s back with Nikki and Brie loudly laughing.
Nikki: Don’t you get your panties in a bunch. You see, Brie and I? We’re fighting champions. We’ll proudly fight and defend what will never leave these shoulders.
Brie: Never leave these shoulders. Nikki: You either put up, or shut up, and tonight, Billie? We were kind enough to give you another opportunity.
Brie: You see, Nikki and I went to Molly Holly’s office before the show and we were so impressed with that little kick of yours that we wanted to see what else you got!
Nikki steps forward and shoves Billie to the floor, and Peyton immediately comes to her aid.
Nikki: It’s going to be me and you tonight, Billie. One on one, and there’s not a chance you’re going to surprise either of us with that stupid little kick again.
Brie: See you in the ring, girls.
Both Bella Twins finally notice Bayley and roll their eyes before carefully stepping over her and turning the corner. Peyton then helps Billie to her feet and pulls her in for a consoling hug.
Peyton: I really can’t stand them.
Billie: Me either. Egos, the both of ‘em.
Peyton: They’re definitely not as iconic as you.
Billie: No Peyton, they’re not as iconic as us.
Peyton gets teary-eyed, and the scene fades with them hugging each other tightly. We’re then invited to a what looks to be the lens of a spyglass, with a grinning Kairi Hojo posed on a crate. Charlotte Flair is behind her and looks to be focused on lacing up her boots. Kairi keeps adjusting the spyglass, zooming in and out on Alexa’s Grand Marshal Championship as she and Ruby get ready on the opposite end of the hallway.
There’s treasure in our sights! Charlotte Flair: Kairi, Kairi, as excited as I am to team up with you tonight can we quit the theatrics? Kairi folds up her tool, and passes a look of concern. While they weren’t necessarily friends, the Pirate Princess held the Queen in such high regard. It was Charlotte’s words of encouragement which gave Kairi the drive to win the Cinderella tournament in the first place.Kairi: Are…are you okay Queen?
Charlotte: One-hundred percent. Honestly, I’ve never felt better but Alexa? No offense, but she has my title. We’ve never been in the ring together before, but after last week? I need to make my stake.
Kairi: No offense taken, I understand.
Kairi invites herself to Charlotte’s bench and plops down to take a seat. Charlotte smiles, but turns herself away to continue to prepare.
Kairi: I won’t let you down, Queen. That Wicked Witch has no answer for this. Kairi smacks her elbow with a smile. Charlotte reaches for, and cups it looking as though she’s trying to gage just how tough it is. Charlotte: Nice. Kairi’s cheeks glow a cherry red at Charlotte’s praise.Kairi: I can teach you. Charlotte laughs, but guides Kairi’s elbow back down to her side.Charlotte: Oh, I know you can! But I think I got a few moves that neither of them have an answer for too. Kairi: Even the Riot Maker? Flair giggles and pats Kairi on the head.Charlotte: Yes, even the Riot Maker. Kairi can’t get enough of Charlotte’s attention and smiles.
Kairi: Together we’ll rule the seven seas! Charlotte: Damn right we will! The Pirate Princess jumps up with excitement and gives her Queen a hug before throwing a few warm-up blows. She feels encouraged, and cannot wait for the main event tonight.
We return from another commercial break after Billie Kay’s second victory over Nikki Bella. A pair of Jordans, thigh-socks, and bronze legs are walking down the hallways but they come to a stop as Bayley groans and slowly comes too. A loud cackle surprises her as Bayley rubs her forehead and props herself up onto her elbows.
Carmella: What are yous doin’ down there?
Freshly signed, Carmella makes her Wrestle Parade debut with the world’s brightest condescending smile. Though, rather than help Bayley up, she bends over and eyes her up and down.
Carmella: You do knows it’s dirty, right? This ain’t no place to be taking a nap, hah!
Bayley: I…I don’t know what happened…
Carmella: You don’t know whats-it? Whatevers. You best pick yourselfs up on the floor. I was about to fabulously dance all over yous, boo. Especially after I just signed an exclusive Wrestle Parade contract.
Bayley is still clearly out of it. She’s trying to pay attention to Carmella but her headache isn’t doing her any favors.
Bayley: You…you what?
Carmella pouts, rolling her eyes.
Carmella: Don’t act like yous didn’t hear me. Bosslady? She just signed ‘Mella a big money contract. Big money. So yous better hold on to that title tight, ya’ hear? Because it’s only matter of time until there’s gold around this Princess’ waist.
With a single finger, she presses Bayley’s forehead down back onto the floor.
Carmella: Night, night.
As Carmella skips off, it was only then that Bayley realized she didn’t have her championship again. Pacing around for it, she carefully pushes herself off the floor and leaves. The scene fades away, and instead we’re invited to Brandi Rhodes’ smile. Despite the very physical confrontations happening backstage tonight, she’s had it pretty easy and managed to avoid it. Score, because Brandi wasn’t one to really enjoy getting physical. Ruby Riot and Alexa Bliss are standing right beside her, Alexa shaking her head and looking very annoyed.
Brandi Rhodes: Ladies and gentlemen, Brandi Rhodes here with the very unique team of Ruby Riot and Alexa Bliss along with me. Ruby Riot: Hi, hi, hi!
Alexa Bliss: Whatever. She waves with both her hands, looking very excited while Alexa continues to pout with her nostrils visibly flaring. Brandi: We’re just moments away from your main event match against Charlotte Flair and Kairi Hojo. Do you have any battle plans set for tonight? Ruby: Actually, yes. You see, Alexa and I are very much on the short side, and Charlotte? She’s a GIANT! So we’re going to combin– Alexa presses a hand towards her lips, quickly shutting her up. She gives her a glare with her lips a cold, thin line. Bliss: Stop. No. Ruby, what are you doing?! I swear! You just can’t tell people my game plan, especially when we’re about to go out there! She slowly retracts her hand, but Ruby is frozen in happiness. Snapping her fingers, Alexa tries to grab her attention again. Bliss: Um, hello? Did you hear me? Ruby? Ruby shakes. Ruby: Oh, um. Yeah! She waves herself, clearly feeling hot. Ruby: I just got a little carried away, sorry. But, um…. Biting her bottom lip, Ruby shuffles a little forward. Ruby: Can you, uh….can you do that again? Bliss: Do…do what again? Alexa is blushing vibrantly, and Brandi has troubles holding in her giggles. Bliss: Arugh! Whatever! This interview is over, Ruby lets go! She takes Ruby by the hand, which causes Riot to squeal and wave buh-bye as Brandi smiles. We then shift focus to the ring where the ring announcer clears her throat and sands center stage. She announces that Tyler Breeze apologizes for not being able to attend tonight’s event because he is currently prepping for Fashion Week in New York City. The crowd cheers, knowing they don't have to suffer through Tyler Breeze tonight. The main event is next!
Ruby is hollering, tears rolling down her face as Charlotte Flair cautiously leaves the ring with her theme music immediately fading. Kairi Hojo is quick to come to her aid with Alexa Bliss absolutely stunned on what she just witnessed. Holding her ankle, Ruby is rolling on the floor as members of ringside personnel all surround her. Charlotte seems lost, holding up her hands in innocence before Alexa hops off the apron. The time keeper tries to hand Alexa her championship, but she surprisingly refuses and stomps up the apron in a huff, chasing after Charlotte.
Charlotte: I….I didn’t do…I’m sorr–
Alexa charges forward and pushes her down. The action breaks the crowd’s silence. They don’t know rather to cheer or boo, but the tension is thick as Alexa stares her down. It becomes clear that Alexa doesn’t know what came over her. She looks at her own hands, shakes her head but instead of leaving the scene she goes back and slides into the ring. With Ruby is yelping and still clutching her ankle as members of Wrestle Parade medical staff now racing down the ramp. To the audience’s surprise, Alexa pushes Kairi out of the way and takes her spot as she combs back Ruby’s hair and holds her close. Charlotte shields her face with her hair before she disappears behind the curtains. The episode ends as both Alexa and Kairi help Ruby onto a stretcher. |
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Sept 2, 2018 4:06:25 GMT
The next issue has been written and posted!
Tenille and Eve edits by giunsio7.
Kalisto and Almas edit originally TheAvenger3.
Ruby Riot edit originally by Evil Jerk.
Kairi Sane edit originally by Senator Phillips
All with changes made by me!
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Post by Severla on Sept 2, 2018 4:54:08 GMT
#HanasNotDead
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Sept 2, 2018 15:22:37 GMT
I'm very much alive! Just I'm sort of overwhelmed with outside projects and being able to write this show really allows me to relax and just enjoy myself.
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Post by Senator Phillips on Sept 2, 2018 17:43:41 GMT
Just realized that there were two installments here that I missed. Gollum Cross is hilarious. The Iconics vs Bellas feud has been a blast, and very interested in seeing if we're getting an Alexa face turn here as an avenger for her poor fallen admirer, or if it's all four dimensional chess for her.
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Sept 15, 2018 9:27:14 GMT
Issue #4: Pirates Suck! Live from Citizens Business Bank Arena, Ontario, CA
Pain, anguish, and chaos. The last issue of The March! left many confused, most unsure, and a pained Ruby Riot suffering a leg injury at the hands of Charlotte Flair. The condition of Ruby’s injury has remained under wraps for the last week, leaving speculation running rampant throughout both the Wrestle Parade locker room and its fans. Alexa Bliss in particular has been abnormally quiet on her social media channels, while a mysterious Kairi Hojo tweet has hinted at a rift between her camaraderie with Charlotte Flair. Just what does this all mean for Wrestle Parade’s Grand Marshal Championship? Alexa Bliss isn’t at all enthused to find out.Wrestle Parade fans have all come in droves to the Citizens Business Bank Arena in Southern California. Surprisingly, there’s many Alexa Bliss shirts and signs in the audience but it’s difficult to deny the many Kairi Hojo cosplayers all pretending to be their favorite Pirate Princess. “Get Well Soon Ruby” signs can be spotted among the faithful but most are still showcasing their support for their majesty; their Queen, Charlotte Flair. The lights flicker, and roars surface from the crowd as The March!’s opening vignette plays. Kelly Kelly’s K2 is showcased, as well as a Diving Headbutt from Nikki Cross. The song has everyone pumped and ready to go—fzzzzzzzzzz. What’s happening?Static has interrupted the video tron feed, the sound deafening as nearly every fan covers their ears. Boos begin to surface, but they only grow louder as a pouting Billie Kay invited everyone to her red lips.Billie Kay: Is this working? I can’t tell. Hello? Hello? Can everyone hear me? She taps the screen, with Peyton Royce visibly in the background unable to contain her smile. Their boos may have been loud before, but now they were rocking the halls of the entire venue.Peyton Royce: Shush for a minute, I think I hear an echo. Clearing her throat, Peyton tip-toes forward and draws both her hands to the sides of her mouth.Peyton: Iconic! Billie: Iconic! Billie joins in on the fun, visibly stepping into frame as she’s finished setting the camera on what is presumingly a tripod. They both begin to “echo” each other, each repeating their favorite word over and over after the other one says it. It ends with them laughing maniacally, leaving fans still covering their ears.Peyton: Judging by the sound of it, I say you nailed it Bill! Good job, tremendous. Dare I say…. Peyton & Billie: Iconic! They can’t help themselves and giggle before Billie presses a hand towards her heart and modestly closes her eyes.Billie: Thank you, thank you! But greetings ladies and gentlemen. We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you the latest episode of…. Peyton & Billie: Truly Iconic! Peyton: Starring Billie Kay. Peyton points at Billie. Billie: And Peyton Royce. Billie points at Peyton, but they have too much and start frantically pointing at each other until they start giggling again but Peyton starts to fan herself. Her forehead may or may not be drenched with sweat. It’s honestly difficult to tell with the video resolution.Peyton: My god Billie, if I’m not mistaken you’ve been on a hot streak lately. Billie: Don’t be silly Peyton, when aren’t I hot? Peyton takes a moment to think about it, peering towards the ceiling and scratching her chin. She gives up and slaps her thigh while Billie strikes a pose.Peyton: I’m stumped, Billie. Stumped. I can’t think of a single moment where you haven’t been hot. Billie: I know, I know. You won’t believe the maintenance, but guess what Peyton? Peyton hops up and down, grabbing Billie’s shoulder.Peyton: What? What? What? What? Billie: I can tell you who isn’t hot. In fact, I’d dare say she’s downright frigid. Peyton: Oooooh, I think I know the answer to this one! Billie: Do you? Okay, okay. Let’s say it together at the count of five. One! Peyton: Two! Billie: Thr–you know what? I can’t stand the suspense. Lets just do it right now! Peyton & Billie: Nikki Bella! Everyone in the venue boos their loudest as both members of IIconic laugh their pretty little heads off. For two weeks in a row, a thunderous Billie Kay strike had knocked Nikki Bella out cold. The same Nikki Bella that’s one-half of Wrestle Parade’s Color Guard Champions. Peyton begins to mimic what Billie did just last week, twirling around and throwing an elbow strike to a poor, and long-lost invisible Bella Twin.Peyton: WHAM! You smacked the taste out of her mouth, it was iconic! You give little girls everywhere a real role-model to look up too. My only regret is that we were too busy celebrating that we didn’t get to see Nikki’s face afterward. Billie: We’re more than real, Pey-Pey. We’re really iconic role-models, the best kind. But I have a surprise for you. With my winner’s earnings, I just had to get you something! Billie giggles up to the camera and disappears as she’s grabs something behind it. Peyton’s hands are folded into her chest, her cheeks a rosy pink. Billie comes back with a giant white box with a red ribbon and hands it to her as a not-so-sneaky member of backstage personnel positions a stool for Peyton to sit on.
Peyton: What? You got something for me? You really shouldn’t have! You spoil me! What is it, what is it, what is it?! Peyton shakes the box towards her ear and gets even more excited.Billie: Open it, go on. Rip it to shreds, like we do the Bella Twins every week, c’mon! Open it, open it, open it! She doesn’t waste any time. She rips the wrapping with absolutely no remorse and when the present is revealed to her, she gasps and hugs it close to her chest.Peyton: This is the greatest gift of all time, no, no, the most iconic gift EVER! Turning her attention to the camera, Peyton holds out her gift which just happens to be a picture frame and turns it around so everyone could see. Everyone boo’s as it’s revealed to be Nikki’s bruised face after eating a roaring elbow rivaling that of Misawa’s from Billie Kay. Peyton is tearing up, wiping away a single tear with her finger before Billie hands her a convenient tissue.Peyton: Now I can live my life without any regrets. This is beautiful. It’s going to right on our mantle. She hugs it endearingly again as Billie excitedly tip-toes up to her and gives her a hug. However, the celebration is short lived as the camera is knocked to the floor leaving both members of IIconic scrambling. The audience can’t tell who it is, but they scurry in a huff before the camera is picked up again. It shifts in and out of focus before Nikki Bella is revealed. Alongside her is Brie, who stomps on the picture frame with a loud crunch.Nikki Bella: Just what did we stumble into Brie? The audience erupts into cheers as their favorites save the show. After having her way with the picture, Brie takes a breath and smiles at the camera with her twin.Brie Bella: A truly sorry excuse for a ‘reality TV’ show. Nikki: Should we tell them what’s in store for them tonight? Brie: Why leave them in suspense any longer, Nikki? Nikki: You know what? You make a good point, Brie. I hope you’re still watching this, ‘Pey-Pey’ because tonight? You’re going head-to-head with us. It’s going to be your sorry excuse for what passes as talent against this one right here. Nikki points at Brie with her thumb.Brie: Get ready for your iconic beat down. Brie Bella then steps forward and kicks the camera off to the roaring cheers of the audience. The arena goes dark for a second, but is quickly replaced by Kelly Kelly and Eve Torres’ entrance video and music. Our opening contest for the evening sets two feuding teams against one another as they face Team Disingenuous.
Tenille Dashwood and Dana Brooke celebrate their victory with Kelly Kelly quickly coming to Eve Torres’ aid. Tenille’s Spotlight Kick did as it was intended, and both she and Dana couldn’t have been more proud of themselves. Dana fans Tenille as she addresses the booing audience, praising her as the lord’s gift to professional wrestling but before the duo exit Tenille takes a glance at Kelly Kelly and smirks. Kelly Kelly hasn’t been fond of Tenille’s attitude and quickly pops up from the ring canvas and gets defensive. She urges forward with the intent to push Tenille down, but Dana Brooke intercepts and the women go chest-to-chest before Vincente Mesa is forced to intervene.
The referee separates them, but Kelly reaches forward and manages to slap Tenille across the face in her attempt to pry Dana away. Dashwood visibly seethes, and another quick push finds Mesa on the floor before she and Kelly begin to brawl across the floor. Eve finally comes too, and looks to help her friend but not before Brooke uses her impressive strength to lift her onto her shoulders and slam her into the corner. All four women are throwing punch after punch, after punch until Victoria and Madison Rayne rush into the ring to help settle down the chaos. Molly Holly’s theme then plays which forces everyone to freeze.
Molly Holly: I can’t believe this, all four of you are acting like children! The show has started off at the wrong foot, and Molly is still annoyed that the IIconics somehow managed to hack her broadcast. She aims to regain control of the show, and she has no time for Kelly, Eve, Dana and Tenille’s continued antics.Molly: I booked this match last week in an attempt for all of you to blow off steam, but clearly it wasn’t enough! If all four of you are so insistent on fighting without any care for authority then I’m afraid you’re forcing my hand. Dana Brooke looks clearly disheveled as she and Tenille claim their own corner of the ring. Victoria stands guard with Madison handling Kelly and Eve in the other. All four continue to send evil glares.Molly: Next week, Tenille Dashwood? Kelly Kelly? You’ll be facing each other in one-on-one competition, but Dana? Eve? Both of you will be barred from ringside. Clearly, there’s something going on between Tenille and Kelly that must be resolved and I will not tolerate any outside interference. In fact? Molly holds up a finger, still demanding the attention of everyone.Molly: If any of you punch, kick, slap, push, or slam one another before next week? Consider yourself indefinitely suspended, and not only that? You’ll forfeit the victory for your teammates. Enjoy the rest of your evening. She gives a signal for both Victoria and Madison to cautiously leave the ring leaving the four women still inside it. Tenille and Kelly meet in the center, with the Australian folding her arms. She begs for Kelly to hit her, but the blonde ultimately decides better of it and both she and Eve exit the ring with Dana left rubbing her partner’s shoulders.We’re then invited backstage, a shimmering black boot is propped against a bench with the initials “CF” in silver on the sides. Immediately “wooo’s” surfaces from the venue, and as the camera pans out we’re invited to Charlotte Flair lacing up her boots. She’s dressed in green with various shades of bronze and blue. Scheduled to compete for the night, it hasn’t been announced who she’s facing but after the events from last week many have began to question their Queen’s intentions. Brandi Rhodes is on the scene, and dressed in a tight purple dress she’s ready to find the answers.Brandi Rhodes: Greetings Charlotte, hope you don’t mind the intrusion. Charlotte Flair: Oh, not at all. Flair seems as confident as she’s ever been, her smile bright enough to light up a room by itself. She steps off the bench and after a quick roll of her shoulders, joins the the interview.Brandi: First of all, congratulations on your win last week. You and Kairi Hojo were a formidable force inside that ring against Alexa Bliss and Ruby Riot. Could we see you two team up again in the future? Perhaps even compete for Wrestle Parade’s Color Guard Championships? Flair nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she gives another smile.Charlotte: Thank you Brandi but no offense to Brie and Nikki Bella, my ambitions are beyond the Color Guard Championships. Kairi Hojo and I may have been a team to be reckoned with, but the Rulers of the Seven Seas would have to wait to embark on another day. Alexa Bliss on the other hand? She sneers.Charlotte: Has my championship. Wrestle Parade’s Grand Marshal Championship has been my goal for the last nine months, Brandi. Every minute of every day, every day of every week, every week of every month? There hasn’t been a second where I wasn’t vying for the top prize. It should be abundantly clear to Alexa Bliss and everyone else that the little blonde pixie? Has just been keeping my title warm. Brandi: What about Ruby Riot? Charlotte: What about Ruby Riot? Charlotte suddenly puts on a defensive tone, the mood of the atmosphere changing.Brandi: The history between the pair of you is well documented. Given what happened nearly a year ago, and what happened last week, people have been speculating… Charlotte: Speculation? Excuse me? Is that why you’re here? Because of speculation? Brandi, Brandi, Brandi. There isn’t a story here. Accidents happen in the ring. If there’s anyone inside Wrestle Parade’s locker room that understands that? It’s me. I was put on the shelf for nine months, Brandi. Nine, agonizing months where I had to watch an undeserving little girl parade around with my title. I hold no ill will towards Ruby Riot, ask her. There’s a bouquet of flowers with your Queen’s name at the foot of her hospital bed. Am I sorry? Of course I am. I don’t like to see actual talent have to suffer through injury. But look into my eyes, Brandi. If you’re looking for regret? You won’t see any. Before the interview could continue, Charlotte leaves in a huff. Brandi Rhodes had clearly struck a nerve. Alexa Bliss then steps in, with a look of caution. As with Charlotte, she too is dressed to compete tonight. Her hair is done up in a cute pair of pigtails with green and pink trim practically glowing in the light.Alexa Bliss: What’s up with her? Brandi shrugs as Alexa whistles and helps herself to Charlotte’s locker. Rhodes quickly realizes she’s invading the Queen’s personal space and instantly becomes intrigued.Brandi: May I ask what you’re up too? Alexa’s head pops out of Charlotte’s locker room door and shakes her head matter-of-factly. Her phone is her hand, with giggles coming from the other end.Alexa: No. So scram, shoo. This is important business. She pushes and forces Brandi out, until Andrade “Cien” Almas’ theme begins to play. He, along with Zelina Vega join the announcer’s booth as the scene transitions back to the wrestling ring. The Wrestle Parade Cavalcade Championship slides off his shoulder and is placed on the table before he and Zelina sit back and have friendly banter with the commentators. Zelina boasts about Almas, and Almas puts down Rey Mysterio and Evan Bourne before Bourne’s theme starts to play. His match against Rey Mysterio is next, and after the quick commercial break. Go ahead, celebrate because it’s only in due time until you meet the fate of Wrestle Parade’s Cavalcade Champion, Andrade “Cien” Almas! Almas holds up a fist as the audience boos.Zelina: You may be a leyenda, but you could never be El ídolo! Rey Mysterio adjusts his mask and shakes his head as Evan looks annoyed just behind him. The Master of the 619 then points at Bourne as a microphone is handed to him.Rey Mysterio: And your niño may be champion, but he’ll never gain the same level of respect as this man right here. If you want to earn it? You’ll put your championship on the line. Right here, right now! The crowd chants “Rey! Rey! Rey!” as he steps back and draws a line with his boot. There’s no doubting the support. Southern California loves Rey Mysterio. He’s clearly out of breath, but his drive to become champion isn’t lost on the audience. Almas stops posing and places the championship on his shoulder as both he and Zelina begin to march down the ramp. Feeling insulted by Rey, he looks to make an example of him but just when he’s about to enter the ring, Zelina intervenes and guides him back up it.Zelina: You don’t call the shots, Rey. El ídolo does, and he’s not about to waste his time and talent wrestling in Ontario, California. You and your fans? Will have to wait another day. The audience immediately boos as Almas and Zelina find themselves back below the entrance stage and exit. Both Rey and Evan shake their heads but do a quick “best buds”-type handshake before the show fades and heads to its next commercial break. The show returns, but not after another quick vignette highlighting Bianca Belair. More footage is shown of her athletic prowess. From her powerful leaps, to her powerful lifts, she’s shown roughhousing talent and just being better. She’s the fastest. She’s the strongest. She’s the smartest. She’s the EST, and the best arrives at The Fall Formal. Naomi: Heh. Doubt she can feel this glow. Arms crossed, Naomi was watching the vignette from the back. Her quick arrival sparks cheers from the crowd. Swooshing back her hair, she looks absolutely unimpressed as the video ends with a still of Bianca posing.Naomi: I’ll snatch that weave and make the the baldest. Pleased with herself, she leaves the small room before the scene fades away and instead we’re invited to a roundhouse kick belonging to Lana. Rusev catches her foot and nods looking absolutely impressed. The pair are backstage, looking as though they’re in their own locker room. Rusev: Lana is the best, Lana number one! He cautiously lets go of Lana’s foot before she takes it back and meets his smile with one her own. She’s dressed to compete later tonight, and couldn’t looked more pumped to face The Miz.Lana: Thank you Rusev, but I wouldn’t be anywhere if it wasn’t for you. Rusev laughs. With a towel draped over his shoulders, he’s dressed in a Bulgarian-themed tracksuit with “RUSEV DAY” in bold, white lettering in the back. He’s assumed the role of ‘coach,’ and couldn’t look more proud.Rusev: You’re giving me too much credit, Lana. Tonight? You give Miz two black eyes! He holds up two fingers, but then turns around to pick up a wooden board. On it is one of Miz’s Hollywood portraits. Holding it above his head, he gives Lana a signal before she charges forward, jumps, and kicks it clean in half. The audience “ooo’s,” and claps as Lana celebrates. Rusev scoops her up in a hug and they share a quick kiss before he lets her go.Rusev: Lana! See what I mean? Miz got nothing on Lana Day. After you give him two black eyes, we should aim for his ‘Hollywood’ smile. Lana blushes, but quickly puts her ‘fight face’ back on before going back into her stance. Lana: I can do another one! Rusev: Oh, ho-ho! We got a big shot over here! Rusev sets up another board for Lana to kick as the camera pans away. The IIconics are then shown walking down the hallways. Peyton Royce is dressed to compete with Billie Kay dressed in her finest. They’re both wearing their new “Truly IIconic” t-shirts, which are currently available on the Wrestle Parade shop for $19.99. Billie is showing Peyton how to properly throw an elbow strike before Molly Holly stops and interrupts them.Molly Holly: Hello ladies. Nervous giggles come from the IIconics, Billie especially.Peyton Royce: He…hey…hey Molly! Billie Kay: Oh yes….hey! Lovely night, isn’t it? Peyton: Yes, yes, so very lovely. It’s the perfect night to bash some Bellas really. Billie: So perfect, we’d dare say it’s…. Billie & Peyton: Icon– Molly Holly stops them before they could continue, raising up her hand as if she’s the school principal. Both members of the IIconics feel compelled to listen, though are clearly annoyed they couldn’t say their favorite word in their vocabulary.Molly: I’d let you continue, but I just thought I’d give you two kudos for your nice little stunt you pulled here tonight. Billie: What stunt? Peyton: Yeah, I don’t remember any stunt. Billie: I think we would remember too, because everything we do is… Billie & Peyton: Ico– Molly: Neh, neh, neh, neh! I know. You think it’s “iconic.” I get it. Believe me, I do. Peyton pulls Billie to the side, but purposely whispers loud enough so anyone could hear.Peyton: It doesn’t sound very iconic when she says it, Billie. Billie: Not iconic at all, one out of ten. Peyton: You’re being way too generous! That was a big, fat zero! Molly hasn’t been in a playful mood all evening, and the IIconics are only continuing to test her. With a quick snap of her fingers, both Victoria and Madison Rayne arrive and pry Billie away from Peyton, each taking an arm. Billie kicks, and Peyton reaches out for her, but Molly shakes her head and rolls her eyes.Molly: Ladies, ladies, ladies! I really hoped it didn’t have come to this but again, I saw what happened last week. And Billie? You may have beat Nikki Bella last week but that wasn’t without some assistance from your “iconic life partner” over here. She points at Peyton, but Peyton angrily steps forward and pouts as she tries to reach for Billie’s hand to free her.Peyton: What do you think you’re doing, Molly? Billie belongs to me! Molly: I’m sorry Peyton, but in the interest of fairness tonight I’m afraid you must face Brie Bella alone. Billie & Peyton: WHAT?! Molly: You heard me. Our fans want a nice, clean match-up and I cannot guarantee it with Billie Kay at ringside. Peyton: You’ve got to be kidding me! I can’t go out there by myself! Billie: Peyton needs me out there! Don’t be so ridiculous! Molly chuckles, but instead of freeing Billie she points towards her office.Molly: Victoria, Madison? Take her away. Billie & Peyton: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Billie is kicking, screaming, and squirming in her attempt to free herself but Victoria and Madison’s grip is just too strong. Peyton charges and tries to help her but Molly quickly gets between them and forces Peyton to stay put.Molly: Where do you think you’re going? Peyton: To save my soulmate, duh. Molly: Not when you’re match is next, silly. Reaching for Peyton’s shoulders, she spins her around and pushes her towards the entrance way.Peyton: What do you mean it’s next?! Molly: Next? As in right now. What’s that iconic theme song I hear? The Bellas entrance music is echoing through the halls with cheers from the crowd.Peyton: We have to fix your definition of icon– Molly: Good luck! A final shove has Peyton disappearing behind the curtains as their match is just moments away.The Bella Twins finally get one over The IIconics, but it’s not without Peyton Royce trying to plead her case the official. She had been in control for the majority of the match, but a quick roll-up from Brie Bella ultimately gained the victory. Royce tugs and pulls on her trunks, trying to indicate that Brie cheated, but Himeko Oka refuses to listen and instead raises Brie’s hand in victory. Royce visibly stomps and shakes her head, as Nikki Bella joins her sister in the middle of the ring. Together they slap L’s on their forehead and call Peyton a loser while she sits and crosses her arms. ‘That’s not iconic,’ she mouths before the scene transitions to backstage.The Miz adjusts his sunglasses with a pout as Maryse both fans and rubs his shoulders in succession. He’s still trying to hide his black eye, which surprisingly looks worse than how it did a week ago. Maryse looks concerned, while Miz is clearly trying to showcase his bravado. Much like his Cleveland Browns colored wrestling trunks, it just isn’t working.The Miz: I’m not a chicken, I’m not a chicken, I’m not a chicken. Maryse: Babe, I know. You’re The Miz. The Miz: Damn right, I am. I’m the A-lister. We’re the it couple. The Bellas may have their own reality show, sure and The IIconics can pretend all they want, but you and I? We’re better and more iconic than all four of them. Maryse continues to rub his shoulders, and even takes a moment to readjust her husband’s sunglasses.Maryse: Yes we are. We’re Hollywood, and me? I’m the sexiest of the sexy. You got the sexiest woman on this planet, Mike. The Miz: Damn right, I do. Give me some of that sugar. They both share a kiss, which ends with both of them smiling and feeling each other’s vibe.The Miz: And you’re just as delicious as ever. Maryse blushes, and continues to massage his shoulders.The Miz: Rusev and Lana can talk all they want, but no matter how hard they try they could never be us. Maryse: Miz is the best, Miz number one. Miz likes the sound of that and while adjusting his wristband smiles and looks skyward.The Miz: That’s what these idiots should be chanting. No more of this Rusev Day and Lana Day crap. Today? After I beat Lana and prove I’m not a chicken, it’s going to be Miz and Maryse Day! Maryse: Happy Miz and Maryse Day, baby. Maryse leans forward for another kiss, and Miz happily obliges.The Miz: And happy Miz and Maryse Day to you too, beautiful. Taking Maryse by the hand, they both leave the locker room. However, the camera shifts its focus on what is clearly Wrestle Parade’s Passion Championship glimmering in the background. Just as it zooms in, it’s snatched and taken out of view as violent giggles echo among the walls. Nikki Cross’ smile then invades the frame as she finds herself completely enamored by the title.Nikki Cross: You’re so beautiful. So pretty. Beautiful and pretty. Hehehehe, yes you are. So pretty, so very, very pretty. The championship is at first between both her hands as she stares at the faceplate but then she hastily squeezes it against her chest and rocks it back and forth. She hums, closes her eyes and looks as passionate as be. Unfortunately, her serenity is soon broken as current champion, Bayley, arrives.Bayley: Um, uh…Nikki? Nikki immediately gets defensive, taking a step back and shifting the championship away from her while she growls. Bayley’s nervous but takes a step closer with her hands unsure of what exactly to do. Cross might as well be piercing daggers into her eyes as she snaps her teeth at her. Bayley jumps.Bayley: Hey! You do know that isn’t yours? Nikki shakes her head.Cross: Pretty thing is mine, I found it. Mine. It’s all mine. My pretty thing! Bayley: No it isn’t! It may be pretty, but Nikki….I won the championship. It…it….it belongs to me. Bayley loses her confidence the more and more she tries to get assertive.Cross: Mine, mine. It’s all mine. I hold it. My pretty thing now, all mine. Hehehe. All mine, mine, mine. Hehehe. It’s mine! Bayley: No…no….it’s not. I beat Tenille for it. You didn’t….you did-did-didn’t beat her Nikki. I did it. I….I….I rightfully won it. Carmella: Oh my gosh. I’m trying to answer all my DM’s here, can yous like….shoo? You’re getting all up in my light and I can’t take fabulous selfies with both of yous getting your shadows everywhere! Carmella bumped into Bayley mid-selfie and nearly dropped her phone in the process. Dressed in a white tube top, and dollar sign leggings, her blonde ponytail sways with aggression while she takes an intimidating stance. Bayley cowers, but doesn’t want to leave Nikki alone with her title.
Bayley: S-s-s-sorry ‘Mella. Cross: Pretty, pretty, my pretty thing, so pretty. Carmella: ‘S-s-s-sorry?’ Carmella cackles as she mimics Bayley.
Carmella: Reallys? Yous the champ? HAH! My little baby cuz is cooler than you, please. No wonder Bosslady gave me such a lucrative contract. She needed Big Money ‘Mella to save this sorry excuse for a show. Just the idea of someone else trying to take her ‘Pretty Thing’ away angers Nikki as she hops on the bench and wildly yells.Bayley: Nikki! That’s not nice! Carmella: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don’t know what yous two has goin’ on heres, but you just don’t scream at me! Don’t you knows who I am? I’m the moonwalkin’, trash talkin’, Princess of Staten Island, and yous don’t just scream at money. Cross yells again, which really has Carmella stepping up and going nose-to-nose with her. Bayley sandwiches herself between the two, trying to keep things from getting confrontational.Bayley: Guys, guys, hey! Carmella: You knows what? How about your little animal friend here meets ‘Mella in the ring next week? Someone needs to knock some sense into her and sure as hell ain’t gonna be yous. Cross: MY PRETTY THING! Bayley: Technically it’s my prett— Carmella pushes Bayley into Nikki, which causes both to fall down. Cross gets up before Bayley can and screams as Carmella skips out of the room. Bayley purses her lips while she shakes her head in disgust. Just what was it going to take of her to get her championship back? With Carmella gone, Nikki’s serenity is back and she hugs the championship endearingly before the show cuts to it’s next commercial break.Ruby Riot tattoo mesh sleeves are the hottest thing at the Wrestle Parade shop and they’re on sale for the next twelve hours for only $5.99. The advertisement also showcases a “Truly Blissed” t-shirt, as well as replica Kairi Hojo pirate hats. Fans love their Wrestle Parade merchandise, and a Back To School Special highlights Bayley branded fanny packs and Bella Twin backpacks specially designed by Tyler Breeze himself available for a limited time at the online store.The March! arrives back from the break with a tremendous view of Alexa Bliss’ tushie as she digs through Charlotte Flair’s duffle bag. She’s giggling tremendously, but she doesn’t necessarily sound alone. The camera tries to get a better angle of what she’s doing and the audience finds out she’s holding out her phone while scavenging through Charlotte’s things.Alexa Bliss: Welp, the rumors are true. Can you believe she actually took pictures and stashed them here? Like anyone would want to see Charlotte in the nude. More giggling ensues, but quick rumblings sees Alexa quickly blushing.Alexa: What?! No. I would never pose nude! You’re being ridiculous! She turns the phone so it faces her. She vividly shakes her head, her pigtails cutely swaying back and forth.Alexa: Nope! Not even a for a million dollars. These goods? Private eyes only. She blushes harder, quickly shooting the phone out and away from herself.Alexa: RUB– A tap on the shoulder brings the giggling to a screeching halt. Alexa gulps loudly but after a long breath cautiously turns around. Kairi Hojo and Charlotte Flair are standing behind her with their arms crossed. Kairi has her “mean, but actually really cute” face on, while Charlotte couldn’t look more annoyed.Alexa: Oh? Did you forget to bring the pizza, Kairi? Can’t have a pizza party without the pizza! Kairi Hojo: Pizza….? Charlotte Flair: Don’t mind her, Kairi. Alexa is just trying to weasel her way out of something else. By the way, thank you. She gives Kairi a nod of approval which has her heart skip a beat.Alexa: Tattletale. Should have known not to trust you. You are a pirate. Charlotte: Kairi has honor. Unlike the thief standing in front of me. Alexa: Thief? Wow. I haven’t stolen anything in my life! Seriously, do I look like someone who needs to steal something? All I have to do is ask for it. Guess you wouldn’t know. As Alexa is saying this, Kairi notices something behind her and pulls a special polariod wedged between her trunks and waist. She hands it to Charlotte who quickly snatches it away before Kairi could get a better look at it.Alexa: Hey! Keep your hands to yourself! Charlotte: And what do you call this? Alexa: A gift. Charlotte: For? Alexa starts to blush again, and fights to hide it.Alexa: Mickie James, if you really have to know! Kairi: Really? Both Charlotte and Alexa look at Kairi in surprise.Alexa: Yes, really. Kairi points at Alexa’s phone which immediately sees a certain Punk Rocker hiding underneath something. She tries to hide her phone, but that doesn’t stop the pirate from seeing what she saw.Kairi: Ruby? Alexa: No! I’m talking to my mom. She just….had to go take the souffle out of the oven. Charlotte: Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. Alexa: What else could it be but NEVERMIND! Fact of the matter of is, I did NOTHING wrong! But…um, if I could….have that back please? She gives Charlotte her best smile of innocence.Charlotte: This? Charlotte holds it up, but angles it so Kairi still can’t see.Alexa: Yes! Alexa jumps up to snatch it, but Charlotte is just too tall and rises it just out of reach.
Alexa: I hate tall people. Kairi nods in agreement but Charlotte notices and she quickly changes her mind and shakes her head.Alexa: Betrayer. And just when I thought we had a connection. Charlotte: I’ll tell you what. Face me tonight for it. Tonight’s main event. If you win? I’ll let you bring this home to your little girlfriend. Alexa: Girlfriend?! I don’t know what you’re talking abou– Kairi does her best Pirate-move and steals away Alexa’s phone. Bliss tries to get it back, but Charlotte steps between them. She looks down at Alexa, looking at her as if she’s a vulture waiting to feast on dead carcass.Charlotte: But if I win? Alexa: Heh, like you can beat me. Kairi gets really happy and waves at the phone while she holds it. Alexa again, fights not to blush. Charlotte: Sorry, let me rephrase that. When I win? You put my championship on the line at the Fall Formal. Bliss sighs but knows she can’t leave tonight without that picture.Alexa: Fine, but don’t blame me when you lose and don’t have anyone to take you to the dance. Charlotte extends her out hand out for an agreement. Alexa begrudgingly shakes it as the scene transitions back to the ring. The Miz faces Lana next!
The Miz is laid out cold in the ring. Again. Leaving both Rusev and Lana celebrating. Everyone in the audience is on their feet, Rusev playing the role of “Randy Savage” as he lifts Lana and sits her upon his shoulder. Everyone is chanting “Lana Day, Lana Day, Lana Day!” until Maryse slides into the ring. With their backs turned she takes the opportunity to take off her heel and aggressively toss it at Rusev’s head. It bounces off with little effect, leaving both Rusev and Lana frozen. Slowly Rusev turns around and Lana slides off his shoulder. The women go face to face with the tension in the venue growing thick. Maryse attempts the first swing but her arm is immediately caught by Lana. Cheers erupt, and in a stunned surprise she uses the leverage to toss Maryse onto the canvas with powerfully applied sambo-throwing technique. Maryse rolls to the outside, confused and hurt while Rusev’s theme resurfaces and the pair go back to celebrating.The scene then shifts to the parking lot, with Evan Bourne dressed in his Wrestle Parade hoodie and his “Bourne to Win” beanie. His luggage rolling behind him, he’s head-boppin’ with his favorite pair of headphones on. Despite his loss there’s a sense of pride emanating from him. He had come so close to beating Rey Mysterio that he was absolutely certain he’d beat him next time. Getting ready to turn the corner, BAM! A forearm from absolutely nowhere knocks him to the floor. He’s stunned and chaos ensues as the attacker proceeds to mount him and rain down his fists. Over and over, the camera is so focused on Bourne no one can tell who it is. At least, until the assailant’s baseball cap flies off. The afro is undeniable. Carlito’s reveal entices boos from the audience.Carlito: You think you’re cool? Evan groans, but Carlito isn’t finished. Pulling him up by his hoodie, he then pulls off his headphones and finds the nearest car.Carlito: You think you’re cool because you almost beat Rey Mysterio? Bourne tries to break free but Carlito knees him in the gut. With his target acquired he then takes Evan by the belt of his jeans tosses him into the grill of a black SUV. A latina with blazing red hair then hands him an apple. He nods before taking a huge bite. After chewing for a few seconds he looms over Evan and spits it all out in his face.Carlito: You ain’t cool, man. A final stomp against his stomach and Carlito takes another bite of his apple as the mysterious girl snickers. With an arrogant smile, he glances back at his handiwork.Carlito: But me? He tosses the apple away, missing the recycling bin by a good 50 feet. Carlito: You’re looking at it. He wraps his arm around his girl’s shoulders and together they leave the parking lot. She’s wearing his baseball cap with the bill just low enough to hide her face. Meanwhile, the commotion hasn’t been lost on a passersby in the parking lot. A petite brunette rushes to Evan’s aid. Although she’s also a mystery to the audience he already looks comforted by her presence and doesn’t refuse her help. She cleans his face but it isn’t long until medics arrive with Bourne shaking his head and narrowing his eyes. Carlito messed with the wrong man. We then check back in with Alexa Bliss. She is looking as determined as ever as she marches down the hallway. Her stylishly cut “Riot Squad” t-shirt isn’t lost on the crowd as her arrival on the big screen sparks a mixed reaction. With much haste Brandi Rhodes rushes up to her with a microphone in hand.Brandi Rhodes: Alexa? I know you’re busy but can we get a few words before your match-up with Charlotte tonight? Alexa Bliss: Sure, it’s not like I don’t have a match in the next five minutes or anything. Her snark gets a few audible groans from the crowd, but Brandi keeps it professional.Brandi: Judging by your shirt it is safe to say your relationship with Ruby Riot has grown throughout the last month. Alexa always fails in her attempt to hide her blushing but she doesn’t confirm or deny anything. Instead she stays silent and allows Brandi to continue. Unbeknownst to everyone watching, she lost a bet with Ruby and was forced to wear her shirt to the ring tonight. She totally didn’t lose on purpose. Shut up. She’s the champ!Brandi: The state of her injury has been held tightly underwraps. Do you have any insight concerning her condition after your tag team loss against Charlotte and Kairi last week? Alexa: You just had to rub that in at the end, didn’tcha? Which, actually, allow me to clarify. Holding up a finger, Alexa’s anger begins to rise in her voice.Alexa: Charlotte Flair last week? Came into that match with her own agenda. I can’t believe she’s brainwashed this audience to think otherwise, but I saw it, you saw it, we all saw it. The history between Ruby Riot and Charlotte Flair is well documented. She may try to claim otherwise and spin her little Charlotte’s web, but believe me when I say this: She wanted to injure Ruby. Brandi: How can you be so certain? Accidents happen. Alexa: “Accidents happen,” that’s the lie that your “Queen” is trying to feed you. Stop. Give yourself a moment to think for yourself, Brandi. Charlotte was on the shelf for nine blissful months. She comes back with all this fanfare constructed by Molly Holly and what happens? She pauses to allow Brandi to think, but quickly grows impatient.Alexa: She loses. To who? The very woman who put her on the shelf, Ruby Riot. The match was primed for the ‘Return of the Queen,’ heck! Molly Holly put out a shirt for it, Brandi. A shirt! It was supposed to be a moment to shift the tides of this company but my girl? She put the kibosh on that. She felt proud for a moment. Alexa learned that word from Ruby.Brandi: Your girl? Alexa: What? Brandi: You just said ‘my girl,’– More blushing.
Alexa: No I didn’t. Brandi: The tape will say otherwis– Alexa: Whatever, I know what I said! Brandi: Speaking of which, what is her status? Alexa: What is this? Facebook? I have a match to prepare for, Brandi. I told you this. Her cheeks a cherry red, Alexa exits the interview trying to hide her face.Brandi: No, Alexa, I mean her injury. Her injury! But Alexa is too far away to hear her now. The show cuts to its last commercial break. A video package depicting Tyler Breeze’s Fashion Week plays as the show comes back. He’s walking down the runway and performing his best gorgeous pout while showcasing the latest fall fashions. It occasionally cuts to various women gasping and losing their minds whenever Tyler Breeze looks or winks at them. He’s wearing various outfits, but the last one is censored with the text “TOO GORGEOUS FOR TELEVISION,” which has every woman fainting, fanning, or erupting into nosebleeds. The vignette ends with a gorgeous close up of his face as “Good Dirty Fun” fades into the background. The crowd’s boos are soon interrupted however as Charlotte Flair’s theme hits. Her main event match with Alexa Bliss is next! |
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Sept 15, 2018 9:37:57 GMT
Next issue is posted! Edit credit is the same as before.
For future issues, I'm making a change to the Cavalcade division. Initially it was created to be the men's title, but after discussing things with the group it's going to be mixed tag team championship moving forward. It'll still have the same name, but now Zelina Vega is recognized as one-half of the Cavalcade Champions. I'm still in the process of sorting out the teams, and if anyone is interested I can share what my entire roster is at the moment. It's all in a spreadsheet. The three of us had a draft so no two wrestlers are in the same brand for our shared universe.
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Post by LEVEL on Sept 15, 2018 18:21:20 GMT
I love it!
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