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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:43:41 GMT -8
Limitless Pro Wrestling presents...
LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD 2
Imperial Beach Sports Center
Imperial Beach, California
February 9th, 2020
We come in on a head and shoulders shot of Erik Holland in the hallway of the arena. His gear is on, his head is soaked from an empty bottle of ice water, and he is absolutely wound like a cheap watch as he paces back and forth in front of the camera, staring with wide eyes. "Three way match tonight, Limitless! Imperial Beach! We're here for Love is a Battlefield 2, and the opening contest affords me an opportunity to really get things off on the right foot on my 'Kick Everybody's Ass Until I Win The Limitless Title 2020' Tour. Theyre gonna kick it off by putting me in a three way match with Diego Alejandro Matias and my old buddy, Shaun Kaisano. You know.."Erik thinks for a moment, grinning to himself, and I'm not sure whether that's comforting or frightening. "I think it was a low point for myself in Limitless losing to you, Shaun. Yeah, youre a new talent coming in, one of the best, biggest and meanest. But I should not be proud of the fact that you made your initial impact at MY expense. When I've been competing for the Limitless championship, when I've put in banger after banger of a match there was no way I should have lost to you."Erik shrugs his big shoulders. "But I did. Because I allowed a mistake to compound upon a mistake, and that will not happen again. See, Shaun, I've made my name, my LEGACY, off what you only think you are. You think yeah, youre big, youre strong, you can kick some ass and you can tweet in all caps and while those things are good, while people pay attention to people like you, the thing you need to know is that none of that makes you a monster."Erik beckons the camera to get closer to him. When this happens, he curls his lip up in an ugly snarl. "You didn't see the monster the last time we tangled, Shaun. Because back then I didn't think I needed to let the monster come out and play in order to deal with you. But now that I know I need to? Oh, am I ever happy to oblige. And on top of that, Shaun, I got a little gauntlet thrown down, a little challenge on Twitter; Alexis Kennedie tells me I can't pick you up, Shaun Kaisano, that you're just too big, too beefy, too monstrous for EVEN the Most Dangerous Man in Wrestling. So I'll tell you this right now. I am going to slam you tonight. I am going to suplex you. I'm going to show Limitless I'm the strongest athlete in this company, and that NOBODY is on my level."Erik pushes the camera back a little bit and huffs. "But then I got to deal with Diego Matias too, and I know how to do that. Yeah, I do, cause you and I have tangled before havent we? And even though you're a hell of a wrestler, even though I think you might just be the future of this company, I have beaten you before, and I know how to do it again. I know how to stop your momentum just like I've done before. So you had better be faster, more spectacular, than you've ever been--because that's the only way you keep me from getting a W tonight. Limitless WILL belong to Erik Holland, and this is just the beginning of that trek. Now get this fuckin' camera out of my face..."Erik glowers at the camera, as he walks off the shot to his right. Back to ringside.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:44:14 GMT -8
Triple Threat Match Erik Holland vs. Shaun Kasiano vs. Diego Alejandro Matias
Holland got to his feet, breathing heavily as his hand was raised in victory. On the outside, students quickly came to the aid of Kasiano as the big man stumbles, using the apron as support. The crowd gasps as they see a nasty gash on the back of Kasiano’s head, the monster allowing students to assist him to the back.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:44:58 GMT -8
McFadden and his manager, Brant Ryder, are conversing between themselves as their conversation becomes more clear.
Brantley Ryder: I know you’re thinking big picture—but let’s be honest, West—this match has probably been the meal ticket for some time. You and Laroux have had this chemistry for a long time. Duke saw it, and bringing it in to Limitless is guaranteed money.
McFadden nods though he seems frustrated.
West McFadden: I’m not even sore about the numbers. I know Xavier has a big following, and I know he has an even bigger name attraction. People know the Laroux name while I’ve been sitting out playing trainer and dad. I just want this to go off without a hitch.
Brant Ryder: And it will! Even in your slumps you leave a cleansed palate with your performance. We will take baby steps here. You go out there and do what you do with Laroux, and remind the world why you were such a hot commodity. Once the bell rings, the people of Limitless, the fans, and any naysayers will be left in awe of our very own golden glove.
The quiet, and man of few words, McFadden nods once again and unzips his gym bag. He begins to unpack his gear.
West McFadden: They never expect the quiet one’s to hit like a freight truck.
'In life..there's fights. Easy fights. Hard fights. Fights with family..friends..lovers. Fights of all kinds. But there's always gonna be that one fight that changes everythin. And tonight..you're gonna see that fight first hand.'
The sound of that recognizable voice would lead to the darkness covering the screen to be pulled away, revealing the source of that voice: 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. Focus fell upon Laroux as he sat upon a rolling storage crate in the parking lot of the arena Limitless Wrestling occupied this evening. As he usually would, Laroux wore that oh so arrogant smirk of his, only this time it seemed a bit more mellow.
A lit cigarette dangled out of the corner of his mouth as he leaned back, resting against the cold concrete of the wall, something about the feeling of it relaxing him even further. Laroux was dressed to compete, a pair of blue denim jeans secured to his waist by means of a black leather belt as a white tank top served more as a second skin than an article of clothing. Plucking that cigarette, Laroux began to speak, wisps of smoke pouring from his mouth to accompany those words.
'When Duke sold me on signin up with Limitless..I knew there was somethin he wasn't tellin me..some reason he wanted me there. And now..I know just what that reason is. Whether it's for his own selfish enjoyment or the enjoyment of the fans, Duke has gave us the stage for the fight of a lifetime. The best two fighters this company has to offer. Head to head. Fist to fist.'
Plucking that cigarette from between his lips, Laroux dropped it to the ground. His hands pressed onto that crate on either side of him, pushing himself from his seat. Stepping out that cigarette after he landed, he took a few aimless steps, his attention drifting off to the distance.
'It's like..West ain't even one of them opponents I wanna just talk into the ground..y'know? I got respect for West and that's somethin you'll rarely hear from me. But it's true, I respect West and the things he can do in that ring. This ain't a slam piece and it's not gonna be.'
He shook his head, attention still unaccounted for. Bringing his right hand up, Laroux ran his hand across the top of his head, the stubble against his palm acting as another relaxation method.
'I've pushed myself harder than I have in a loooong time so I can be at my very fuckin best for West. He doesn't deserve less and I'm not gonna disrespect him by givin him an gram less than everythin I've got in me. And I know he's gonna do the same. It's always been somethin I've thought about, ever since I met'em. But tonight..in justa lilbit..those thoughts get put to rest.'
Finally, Xavier turned around, his eyes focusing in on the one pointing the camera towards him. That smirk had all but faded entirely, just barely holding on as a seriousness took hold of the usually arrogant man.
'I'm not gonna stand here and promise a win. But what I will promise is that everyone is gonna know exactly who the better man is once we're done. Here I come, West.'
Walking towards the man holding the camera, Xavier pushed past him before walking through those double doors, leading back into the arena. Once the doors closed behind Xavier, the feed switched back over to the ringside area.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:45:28 GMT -8
Singles Match
West McFadden vs. Xavier Laroux
Xavier stole the victory, the ref managing to somehow not catch a single cheap tactic!
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:46:02 GMT -8
Tag Team Match Jana Rikar and Honey vs. NO MERSEY
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:46:29 GMT -8
Singles Match
Anna Daniels vs. Maverick
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:46:53 GMT -8
Backstage, the redheaded Irishwoman who made her debut last show adjusted her ring gear, making sure that the laces holding her in place were properly secured. For a little extra security, she tore pieces of clothing tape off a roll and tucked them into the appropriate areas, twisting and shimmying to make sure that everything stayed in place as it should. Only then did she look up, a sardonic smile on her dark red lips.
Siobhan Mahoney: “If you’re gonna slut around with your tits out, it’s best to make sure you reveal only as much as you plan on. Gotta create some drama, after all. Will this be the night that her ring gear loses the battle? Or will it be some other time?”
Siobhan Mahoney: “Is it stupid of me to be annoyed by what Maxx said? Probably, but no one ever gave me credit for being smart before and I don’t expect them to start now. Oh, but it’s different when she’s doing it for the hell of it, and not as part of social media promotion. Fuck off, girl. You’re doing it for the same reason as I am - cause you want to draw attention to yourself. And you know what?”
Siobhan Mahoney: “It fucking worked, aye? You can get all twisted round how you want because you didn’t get the response you were hoping for, crawl up on your high horse cause it makes you feel better about having to play games to get the attention of a skinny bug-eyed fuck, do whatever it is that makes you think you’ve got this match won. Because I will tell you now, Maxx, that you absolutely fucking don’t.”
Siobhan Mahoney: “Unlike you, who apparently woke up one morning and decided she was going to be a wrestler that day because all her sugar daddies were busy, this was my dream from the time I was a little girl. All I wanted back in Ireland was to be a wrestler. And the minute I turned seventeen, I was in a gym, training my heart out, and then it all came crashing down.”
The redhead shifts her position and stretches her leg out to the side, tilting it so that the shiny scar tissue is visible.
Siobhan Mahoney: “Car crash when I was eighteen crushed my leg. Doctors said I was lucky I didn’t lose it, but with all the repair work that had to be done… getting in the ring again was out of the question. Took me close on two years to just be able to walk normally again. I took a job as a manager and valet just to keep me close to the ring, even though my client didn’t much like to listen to me and mostly wanted me around as a yes woman. He got pinched, company we worked for shut down, so I drifted for awhile. I got back to training, and I ended up here.”
Siobhan Mahoney: “That rumble I was in last month was my first time in a ring as a professional wrestler. Not some training ring in a gym, but a real show, with an audience and everything. And I got kicked in the crotch by some fifty-pence bin Barbie doll. So tonight, I make up for that. While you’re playing at being a bad bitch, I already am one. I’m not here to fuck around, I’m here to be the best. And I don’t care what I have to do in order to achieve that. It starts with Maxx and Emmie. It won’t stop till I become Limitless Champion. And you can either stand beside, or step aside.”
Backstage at the arena, Maxx is being her usual awkward self when it comes to hanging out before a match. Dressed in her ring gear with an oversized hoodie thrown over the top; as she spots the camera she glances towards it with a quick smile and pulls her earbuds from her ears with a small nod.
Maxx: Okay so this is where I gotta talk on the fly again and we already established it ain’t my best point, like, gimmie time to plan a tape and edit that shit and I am all over it… But this? Well this just ain’t my thing, I prefer to do all my talking in the ring with that old cliche but ya know, this is a part of it so lets get on it yeah?
Straightening up she nods again and thrusts her hands into her hoodie pocket.
Maxx: Siobhan been real loud bout her tits and shit all over twitter and hell, I tried to be respectful since she’s banging Connor and I love him but damn girl; I can only give so much ya know? And you fucking annoying as hell. Sex sells, I get it. Belieeeeeve me, I got that memo but you still gotta offer something else up and you just don’t. Why the hell you think the only time anyone got something to say to you, it's negative? In this industry you gotta be about more than some fake titties and some botched botox; try it and maybe someone out there gonna throw you five seconds of attention outside of who and what is that?
Maxx stops and looks down for a second, shaking her head at herself before letting out a brief exhale.
Maxx: There some other chick in this match too but unless she crying about how nobody cares then she basically a non-entity and I gotta get to thinking she only does this shit cause she gets off on the pain. More power and all that but I gotta admit I’m kinda insulted to be thrown in with y’all when I’m over in 4CW battling former Champions and here they got me propping up matches that ain’t much more than a glorified piss break.
Looking back up to the camera again she shrugs one final time, really wanting to be anywhere else but here.
Maxx: Fuck it, I DESERVE this W, I worked my damn ass off for it and if I fall short then that is all on me, cause sure as hell ain’t gonna be cause I was outclassed by neither one of you.
And with that, she’s gone.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:48:32 GMT -8
Triple Threat Match Siobhan Mahoney vs. Emelie Sanclemente vs. Maxx Bennett
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:49:21 GMT -8
The arena lights cut and the ring is plunged into darkness, the ring seems to shudder as a quiet, steady heartbeat sound fills the arena, as the sound gets louder, a red light shines from under the ring, illuminating it in an eerie glow that seems to pulsate in time with the music. There is a loud crash that shakes the very foundations beneath the fans feet and the heartbeat drops, becoming a flatline sound.
The red light glows brighter until the ring is bathed in a deep crimson color, it’s only then we see a figure in a black cloak standing in the middle of the ring, the hood pulled down to cover their face, their body unmoving as the flatline sound is almost defeating. Fans clamour to cover their ears as the sound becomes almost ear piercing from the sheer volume.
A single, loud inhale is heard and suddenly the arena goes silent, as the lights flick back on the black cape falls to the canvas, to reveal not a person standing at all, but the same large stone throne we have seen once before. The throne itself is delicately carved, screaming, agonized faces seem to be trying to escape their confines. The arms of the throne are twisted vines that reach up and around to the back of the chair, at the head of it, a thorny black crown has been carved directly into the throne, seemingly pinning the person sat on the throne to it.
Sat on the throne is Eliza Valentine, dressed all in black, from her jawline all the way to her toes, her boots have blood red buckles that come all the way up to her thighs, met by skin tight black leather pants, the high necked black shirt is finished off with black leather gloves covering her fingers and her waves of jet black hair are twisted up and into the thorns that adorn her crown.
Eliza Valentine: For too long, I allowed myself to be shackled. Held down by the very people you shell your hard earned money to… They all sought to restrict and deny me, throwing in my way any obstacle they believed could slow me down.
Whilst the success of others has been celebrated, I have been pushed aside, cast out… PUNISHED. For too long, I allowed this to happen; I allowed myself to be subjugated to jealousy and unfair events, I let my light be dimmed, I doubted my own abilities… I fought my true nature
She starts to rock a little in the throne, as she does the thorns of the crown dig into her scalp, bright red beads of blood form in her hairline.
Eliza Valentine: I have been punished for my greatness, left out in the cold whilst others are offered opportunities. Forgotten, ignored… I have been an excuse, rolled out to explain the flighty nature of the untalented bums the powers that be continue to employ. I am the plague,… where there is me. There is only death; death of career, death of self…
And I say… No more.
Eliza wrenches forward with a scream, as she rises to her feet, her own blood begins to trickle down her face, the small beads leaving tracks over her cheeks and eyes as she rises.
Eliza Valentine: I am the bringer of suffering, I am DEATH HERSELF.
She throws her arms up as the crown finally breaks away from the throne and she is able to stand, the crown bow embedded into her head as her blood turns her face into almost a scarlet mask. The thorns of the crown pushed deep under her skin, becoming a part of her.
Eliza Valentine: Morta… Mania… Di Inferi… Viduus.
Tonight, I make my return as it was intended. Tonight I remind you all how and why I was able to bring even the greatest of champions to their trembling knees. I will no longer sit back and watch as sycophants and spoiled children rule this place. I will cast my eye of judgement upon ALL who claim to rule here and I will make each of you understand the most simple of truth.
YOU FAILED.
She turns back to her throne, as her blood continues to trickle down and coat her neck, she reaches out to run a gloved finger over the screaming faces carved into her chair. She leans in close, as though she is going to kiss the faces that suffer in her name, but instead, she whispers to them.
Eliza Valentine: All if their dreams, their deepest, most private hopes and prayers… they lay them all upon you and in doing so, my dear, ignorant little children, in doing so they lived through you, they battled with you. They felt your highest highs, their ultimate fantasies seemed as though they could come true…
Yes, they lived through you and now… here will be only Di Inferi. There will be only the suffering of your damned eternal souls.
She wraps her hand around one of the carved faces and with a shriek, rips it from its very settlement in the throne, spinning on her heels, her blood splatters against the cool stone as she thrusts the face down against the canvas, laughing with delight as it shatters into pieces.
Eliza Valentine: Forever knowing what could have been. Forever seeing the self loathing true self you hide behind the mask of a hero, or a savior whatever ridiculous monikers to which you lay claim.
Eliza drops back down into the throne, as she does so, that same red light washes over the ring, she starts to laugh, throwing her head back against the throne as the sound of her laughter drowns out every other possible sound.
Eliza Valentine: And let all who stand before me; all who wish to block my path to my rightful place be struck down: the time for mercy has passed…
I am Eternal.
And I cannot be stopped.
The arena once again plunges into complete darkness and only the gasped, rhythmic breathing of Eliza can be heard as it seemingly moves like a breeze through the crowd.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:51:29 GMT -8
Singles Match
Eliza Valentine vs. Jazmin Davis
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:53:45 GMT -8
The door to Duke’s office swings open, revealing someone already seated behind his desk, red-bottomed heels kicked up on it without regard for the paperwork or anything else resting on top of it. Her dark hair is arranged in a number of long, thin braids dotted with silver beads and she looks at the general manager of Limitless with a gleam of mischief in her green eyes. Duke, however, had his game face on, leaning on his skull capped cane.
Vivi Robichaud: "Bout time you showed up, swamp rat. Was beginnin’ to think I’d been steered wrong."
Duke Fontenot: "Should I bother asking how you got in?"
Vivi Robichaud: “Didn’t come all this way for you to ask questions you already know the answer to. Come sit a spell, this won’t take long.”
She gestured to the chair in front of the desk, sitting up and shifting to make herself comfortable in her own. He stood. He knew the game she was playing already, and so gr walked forward and leaned on the desk, pulling out his pack of lucky strikes.
Vivi Robichaud: “Seems you got an issue with the way I’ve raised my boy. Don’t much care what he’s done or why it’s so important but you brought me into it so here I am. What’s the problem?”
Duke Fontenot: "He wants to play around with my business? You shoulda taught him better. That lil peckerwood's stirring up shit in the wrong place, with a boss that ain't gonna tolerate his shit. He coulda stayed mouthy on twitter. He coulda bought a ticket and watched, but nah, he elected to attack the owner of Limitless, twice, then put his hands on me.".”
Vivi Robichaud: “He had a point to make and he made it, with Michael Hayden and with you. And you chose to retaliate by having your minion blindside him and hold him in place for you to hit. What, the great Duke Fontenot can’t be bothered gettin’ his hands dirty now?”
Duke snorted in derision at her statement, his fingers curling around that cane, but he never broke eye contact with her. Setting that cane against the desk, he soon brought the cancer stick up between his lips, bringing out that white bic to light it up.
Duke Fontenot: "Turns out, all I had to do was apply a lil pressure and he folded."
Pause. Beat. He inhaled and blew the smoke off to the side, keeping those alligator eyes on hers.
Duke Fontenot: "....Must be hereditary."
A muscle in her neck twitched, but otherwise, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans remained silent. Her lips curved into an enigmatic smile as she watched him, her green eyes flashing dangerously. He saw it, but he seemed unmoved at least at the moment.
Vivi Robichaud: “Remind me again which one of us tucked tail and ran from something that scared us shitless? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t me.”
She drummed the fingers of her left hand against the desk, drawing attention to the ring on her fourth finger.
Vivi Robichaud: “He don’t know the meaning of the word quit. He’ll bend, but he won’t break. Something he also got from me."
Leaning though, his face just inches from hers.
Duke Fontenot: "He got that beat out of him in Japan from the looks of things, then he got head bounced off the wall by my boy like a fuckin' basketball. All that wasted potential cause no one bothered to teach him discipline."
He ashed his cigarette out in the nearby tray as he leaned back.
Duke Fontenot: "Innit that fuckin' ironic?"
She chuckled, shaking her head as she pushed herself up out of the chair.
Vivi Robichaud: “You never did understand, Duke.”
She leaned in toward him, her eyes steady on his as she reached out, cupping his face gently in her hands. Her thumb traced the curve of his cheekbone, her smile almost tender, catching him off guard.
And then, quick as lightning, she moved back and slammed his head down on the desk. Duke didn't see it coming, not that his high ass could have stopped it if he did.
Vivi Robichaud: “My boy is only beginning to understand his potential. And I’ll have you know that the only reason you’re still in one piece? Is due to his discipline, and mine. You want to test him further, that’s your business. But I raised my boy to fight like hell no matter what gets thrown his way, and ain’t nothing gets his blood boiling more than when someone hurts his ma. Some food for thought, cherie.”
He should have been furious, he should have raged, called security, done something, and yet..
He just rolled over to his back, cackling like a mad man. He just laid there and laughed as if the while thing was a joke before he let a hand slip under the desk, hitting the fancy red button that'd have security there in moments.
Duke Fontenot: [as his laughter subsided] "...Get outta here, 'fore they get here Ma Petit Chaton."
As she watched him on the floor, an expression of sadness and guilt crossed her face for a brief moment. She shook her head again and looked at the mess she’d created as it laughed at her from the floor.
Vivi Robichaud: “They won’t even see me leave, swamp rat. Just like they ain’t see me come in. Try not to die, you dumb fuckin’ Cajun.”
She swept out the door and into the hallway, her footsteps falling silent much sooner than they should have.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:55:42 GMT -8
Grudge Match Elijah Cross vs. Michael Murtagh
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 21:59:25 GMT -8
We find Harley Torres backstage in an exasperated state, pinching the bridge of his nose. He forces out an over-exaggerated sigh and shakes his head. HARLEY TORRES “I really wish the span of time between shows weren’t so long. Not because of in-ring performance suffering or anything like that. But because when you get booked against someone like Kathleen Greene, it’s just so mind-numbingly tedious! I mean, holy F-bomb!”He throws his head back, eyes widen with aggravation. HARLEY TORRES “Don’t get me wrong! I’m sure she’s a very capable athlete. I mean, she wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. Duke doesn’t strike me as an idiot. Rude and inconsiderate, sure. But not an idiot. Plus she worked for some other company. It went under, sure. Now, I’m not saying she’s the reason they went out of business. BUUUUUUT!”He thrusts a finger into the air, waving it back and forth a little contrary with a mischievous little grin already forming on his face. HARLEY TORRES “I’m also NOT saying she isn’t the reason they went out of business. Hey! I didn’t follow the place.”Shrugging his shoulders in his best attempt at being innocent, Harley can’t help but chuckle at his little joke. HARLEY TORRES “Regardless! All I’m saying is that she was a bit dull. Half the time she wasn’t even saying anything. I mean… something-something? Are you serious?”Harley doesn’t appear to be having fun anymore. The something-something remark apparently didn’t come across as humorous to him as it might have to Kathleen when she thought it was a clever Tweet to make for their match. HARLEY TORRES “I don’t blame Kathleen, I suppose. Maybe she didn’t follow Limitless before asking for a match here. Or maybe she did and doesn’t feel like being in the ring with a former Limitless Champion merits much of her time.”A thought suddenly strikes him… and by suddenly, I mean he planned it that way. Because he doesn’t do a very good job of pretending to receive the memory at this perfectly timed opportunity. In fact, he can barely keep from rolling his eyes at it. HARLEY TORRES “On social media, of course. Because clearly she has been so interested in the match that she can’t even be on social media to hype it up for the company. Riiiiight.”He nods his head over and over in mock understanding. HARLEY TORRES “But, you know, I don’t want to be crying...”Harley creates actual air quotes around the word crying and once again he finds it hard not to roll his eyes. HARLEY TORRES “It’s not like I used to be Limitless Champion around here or anything. It’s not like I lost the belt and was immediately cast aside by management. It’s not like I beat a global star like Anna Daniels last show. It’s not like they put me in a match with some girl who comes at me with something-something like she doesn’t have a chance to turn this company on its side in her debut match.”He comes to a sudden stop following that remark, staring dead into the camera while he waits for… I don’t know, I guess Kathleen… to pick up on how all of those things most definitely happened or in the process of happening. HARLEY TORRES “I don’t think I was expected to beat Anna last show. Despite the fact I was coming off of a Limitless title run, I’m under no illusion how big of a deal she is all over the world. I know I was still the underdog in that match. And I’m fairly certain most people were expecting her to turn her luck around against me. But it didn’t happen. Because I didn’t want it to happen.”
Jamming a thumb into his chest, Harley’s eyes burn harder into the camera with each statement made in his passionate speech. There’s an almost wildness peeking into his eyes. HARLEY TORRES “I don’t have a clue what this is. Maybe I’m being thrown into the ring with the new girl to see if I take it seriously. Maybe last show caught them by surprise and they want to see if it was a fluke because I was across the ring from… damn, a huge star who happens to be one of my friends and the wife of the guy who took my belt. Maybe they want to see if I go into there against someone who isn’t those things with the same plan in mind.”Harley gives a shrug of the shoulders, almost a little too cool given how heated he was just a moment again. HARLEY TORRES “Maybe I’m overthinking things. All I know is that I said it before, and I’ll say it again, I don’t care what anyone else wants anymore. You want to Tweet nonsense? You want to make light of our match? You think I’m not worth your time? I don’t care what you think. Because I love this company, despite how they may or may not feel about what I’ve given them. Love is a battlefield, right?”And with that cleverly time pun with the show’s name, Harley can’t help but sprout a smile. For that moment, it’s almost like he’s back with us. Maybe he never left.
Backstage the scene opens up with new competitor, Kathleen Green staring directly into the camera with an almost demented stare, or maybe that’s just how she always looks, it’s difficult to say. She gives a half smirk before rolling her eyes. Kathleen Green: Well well well, it seems I may have upset my opponent Harley simply because I’m not on social media enough to answer every mundane tweet he throws my way. Here's the thing sunshine, I don’t answer to you. You can twist it all ways from Sunday anyway you like, claim I don’t want to promote the company or that I simply don’t care enough. You do realise you don’t get brownie points for trying to shove your head up the bosses arse, yeah? Crying about my lack of tweets won't somehow miraculously make you any better inside of the ring. Tweeting won't help you win. If it did I wouldn’t have had so many no contests in that last place I worked where I won't dare say the name. Not because they are shit. Don’t get me wrong, they are, but because what I did there won’t mean a thing here. I could tell you I have won many different championships, would you care? Fuck no, cause you need to see it with your own eyes and oh boy, you’ll see what I’m all about in that ring all right. And that goes for everyone, not just this one little needy wankstain. So here is a hashtag Invitational that you can cherish forever Harley… Kathleen flips her middle finger up at the camera before walking away, the scene fades.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 22:01:10 GMT -8
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 22:02:57 GMT -8
In the back of the Imperial Beach Sports Center, one of the crew working gives an appreciative low whistle as a leggy woman saunters past him, hips swinging and sequined, sparkling ring gear gleaming in the lights. She looks back at the whistle and winks, a low throaty laugh following, and a voice sounds behind him. ? : “She pretty as hell huh.” He startles and almost drops his clipboard, shoulders coming up because the voice is female and he’s thinking he’s busted. His expression changes comically though as he gets turned, and he does an almost spit take as before him is the exact vision of a woman he just saw! His head whips around and there she is walking, turns back there she is in front of him! He stutters a ‘Yes Ma’am’ as she laughs and pats him on the shoulder, walking after the other woman with a quickness. Catching up to her, she links her arm with the other woman’s and grins. Annica Greene: “Girl, we look fiiiiiine tonight. I’m thinkin’ we’re gonna make a bigger impact out in the ring doe.” Her twin winks at her, gesturing around them. Aliyah Greene: “Girl we always look fine what’re talkin’ ‘bout.” The pair laugh, near in perfect unison, Aliyah flipping her hair and then moving to fuss a bit with one of the straps on Annica’s gear. Aliyah Greene: “I want this one.” Annica blinks at her, those frosted brows drawing down, a tiny wrinkle appearing between them as she lifts her hand to her sister’s shoulder. Annica Greene: “You know they think we ain’t it.” A solemn expression comes to features that often hold a more vacuous one, put on a mask in front of the world, but not her sister. Annica Greene: “You know what they seent. They see a team that does a’ight, can go in that ring, put on a show. A team like us? Always can get a job, but we want more than a job. We’re after the bag, and that’s facts. Was expecting the Champs to be a bit more aggro, goin’ in to this. Maybe we shoulda been a bit more loud, okurr.” A soft laugh from Aliyah as she and her sister are pretty much always flashy, loud, and aggro in public, but she turns those big eyes to her twin and nods. Aliyah Greene: “They figure tho, that it don’t matter. They’re the Champs, they gonna have challengers. They didn’t even try us, on Twitter. Too busy, I guess? But ain’t like we hounded them neither. But.” She holds up one perfectly manicured finger, the nail is short and well kept, no dragon lady claws for the ring on these two. Aliyah Greene: “Maybe we shoulda. They out chea overlooking us. Just like The Enemy. We’re better than them surfer brats, guess it’s a good thing we here in California to show up and show out, make a mark in the territory the Girls of Summer come out of.” Annica scoffs, tossing her head and making her hair sway. Annica Greene: “Least the company we work in ain’t tied up in the courts cause our husband messed up. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer set of twins.” A near evil gleam in Annica’s eyes before she laughs, clearing that up but keeping her voice low, fervent. Annica Greene: “Lots o’ people lookin’ at this like that big ol Hoss Boy Andrew Wilkow is gonna stampede through us. That we ain’t cray like Jack Danielson, so he’s gonna out and out defeat what we bringin’. They’re lookin’ at this match, just like we seen them polls. That they gonna come out, roll over us, defend them belts and move on. That we ain’t got a chance against Brew Collar.” Aliyah nods, moving her hand up to flip her hair back and secure it with a ponytail holder. Aliyah Greene: “Cept, we ain’t just any team. We ain’t nothin’ or nobody. And look… there was some people that ain’t ever seen us in action think we can take ‘em. So yuh. That’s the reply on Twitter, and that’s the reply here. Yuh, we can. First night, first show, first title shot. All that. We ain’t sayin the stuff lots of people would, we different. We gonna show them Limitless fans why Duke hired us in the first place.” Annica nods, moving to take her sister’s hand and they walk together towards the gorilla position. Annica Greene: “Our first real real shot at titles, anywhere. Not Texas, not Memphis, none o’that. We gotta make the most of it. We just gotta.”
CHUG!!! CHUG!!! CHUG!!! CHUG!!! The sound of people chanting the always familiar "Chug" chant echoes through a bar during this previously recorded segment. People are crowded around a table of two men drinking beer off of... title belts? Closer examination shows that it's Jack and Andrew of Brew Collar doing a title luge off of their newly won Limitless Tag Team Titles. The attractive blondes pouring the beer are standing on chairs and giggling the entire time, as Jack and Andrew drink all of it without fail. Everyone cheers for both men as they stand up and hoist the titles high in the air. Jack yells at the top of his lungs! Jack Danielson: WE DID IT!!! YEE YEE!!!YEE YEE!!!
YEE YEE!!!
YEE YEE!!!
Andrew puts a foot on the table and tries to look as stoic as possible while also being a hyped up drunk dude. Andrew Wilkow: Ladies and Gentleman. Jackie-boy and I told y'all we were going to walk into that Hurrah show, and we were going to walk out the champions, and we did just that!!!
Jack tries to mimic the Captain Morgan pose that Andrew was doing, trying to be as symmetrical as possible.Jack Danielson: Now, y'all already know that Andy and I aren't some bitch ass punks, that are gonna hold these titles and never defend it. We don't do that shit with our drinking titlesa, and we won't do that with these bad boys either.DAMN RIGHT!!! Jack Danielson: So we will take on ALL comers. Whether it's Martial Law, whether it's Bad and Boujee, or whether it's two bears armed with chainsaws, we are going to take them on and whoop that ass from sea to shining sea!!!Andrew Wilkow motions to one of the blondes to give him a couple of beers. He opens one, hands it to Jack, and then opens the other one and they clink the the bottles together! Andrew Wilkow: We've defended this country from people who wanted to ruin our American ways, and now, we are going to defend these titles against people who want to ruin our Brew Collar Ways.
Jack Danielson: I'm sure those hot ass twins we'll be facing at Love is a Battlefield 2 are great wrestlers. Hell, if they wanna come out for drinks with us, I'm DEFINITELY open ladies. I don't know about Andy, though. Maybe he has somethin-
Andrew Wilkow: Nah, Jackie, you know I-Jack Danielson: Have that thing you gotta do, so the twins gotta settle for me. What a shame. Really wish you could show up.Andrew looks a bit confused, but Jack gives him a look of "Let me have this, I'm in a drought" and Wilkow nods in acceptance. Andrew Wilkow: Anyways Ladies and Gents. We'll take on anyone one, because we want these tag titles to mean something. Not that Jana and Honey didn't do a great job, but we gotta be on that next level, because this is a new era in Limitless, and we can't just be sucking on beers and collecting a paycheck. We gotta do more than that!Jack Danielson: Damn straight, brother. We are going to put these titles and this division on the map, and it all starts this weekend at Love is Battlefield 2!!!The crowd cheers as they get excited from the hype of Brew Collar. Jack and Andrew look at each other with big smiles on their faces. Andrew Wilkow: So ladies and gentlemen, how about we celebrate just one more time before we have to go and whoop that ass, huh?Jack Danielson: BAR KEEP, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD, PUT ANOTHER ROUND FOR EVERYONE ON OUR TAB!!! YEE YEE!!!YEE YEE!!!
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 22:05:18 GMT -8
Limitless Pro Wrestling Tag Title Match Brew Collar (c) vs. Bad and Boujee
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 22:09:44 GMT -8
Limitless Lumberjack Match
Skye Healy vs. Kassie Maxwell Skye was the first one out, her lumberjacks slowly joining her on stage. Aella Foley, Michael Murtagh, Karen Willow, Limitless student Vito Romanalli and, surprisingly, Ashley Cross. Ash seemed nervous at first, but a reassuring nod from Skye seemed to alleviate those worries. Kassie came out next, glaring straight ahead at Skye. Elijah Cross was first to join her, his own gaze shifting between Murtagh and his sister. He was joined by Baewatch members Allen and Holliday, Marilyn Lee Cross, and surprisingly, Aaron Gresham in full Dream attire. Marilyn and Eli shared a look before marching down with Kassie, taking their place at ringside. Before the match began, two fights nearly broke out between the lumberjacks. Torn between to sides, Aella and MLC began to argue while Elijah and Murtagh had to be held back from continuing their brawl. Eventually order was restored, the other lumberjacks acting as buffers between the two. Once the bell rang, Skye moved to a corner, a smile on her face after such a hellacious match. Michael Murtagh and Ashley Cross checked on her, while Elijah and Dream helped carry Kassie to the back. Once assured Skye was fine, Ash joined Aella and MLC in heading backstage, leaving the two in the ring to soak in the boos from the crowd. And then… the lights went out. The lights went back up, the ring suddenly surrounded by men in Plague Doctor masks. Inside the ring, Michael Hayden stood there, staring at his student and the man that terrorized the company. Time seemed to slow as Hayden glanced at the two, eyes burning with rage before rushing forward, taking Murtagh down with the Fist of God before turning his attention to Skye. The Plague Doctors made sure she couldn’t escape as Hayden inched closer, trapping her in the corner. Before he could make a move, Murtagh attacked, the two men engaging in a fist fight that allowed Skye to make it out of the ring and to the back. Hayden got the better of the exchange, grabbing the damaged arm and slamming it down onto the mat. With Skye safely on the entrance stage, Hayden glared directly at her before flipping Murtagh face down, grabbing the arms and pulling back. Raising his foot, Hayden brought it down, slamming Murtagh’s head into the mat. Hayden kept staring at Skye, who shook her head in disbelief before retreating to the backstage area.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 22:12:02 GMT -8
We turn to the tron to find actor and occasional Limitless talent Damien Miri being wheeled out into what looks to be a hospital waiting room. As a nurse parks his wheelchair over by the front desk, Dame cockily smirks and pulls out a pen. Before we know it, he’s jotting his John Hancock onto a sheet of paper that looks eerily similar to doctor’s records. The nurse tries to wave off the “kind” gesture but Damien insists.
Miri: I know, I probably didn’t have to do that, but that’s a day in the life of a famous Hollywood actor who so happens to also be a very successful wrestler and entrepreneur.
He turns to the camera, and winks.
Miri: It's all about showing kindness to those so entranced with your amazing work, beautiful face and overall essence… uh, what was I talking about again? Oh, right. Kindness. The fans, my lovely adoring fans have been so good to me that it pains me to tell you that I will NOT be able to compete for the remainder of the year.
??: Mr uh Miri was it? Actually, said that you WOULD be able to get back in there and compete.
Dame turns around in disgust, only to be shook as he finds out who was there. His doctor, the doctor who just checked on him steps into the shot. The lanky smaller built man stands there confidently, prompting a loud cough from Miri who pushes the camera to the side.
Miri: No I’m not, haha..
Doc: You are. You’re actually in much better shape than you were 11 months ago when you had that shoulder issue you came up here for.
Miri: So you’re saying I’m in such good shape that my body has rejuvenated itself and my hamstrings are healed?
Doc: No, what I’m saying is -
Dame stops him right in his tracks, hopping out of the wheelchair as he raises his hands up high.
Miri: HALLELUJAH! It’s a miracle. Honestly, it’s because all you fans out there. You made it possible. You believed in me. You love seeing your favorite successful Hollywood blockbuster star slash Professional wrestling legend on your television & theatre screens so much that my body willed itself to get better. It’s a Christmas miracle.
Doc: Christmas was a month ag-
The doctor gets cut off once more, only this time it’s due to a rough mushing of the face by Damien who just shoves the poor man onto the floor.
Miri: Pssh! What do you know anyway.
Nurses and security race to the doctors rescue, but the man assures he’s alright. He then grabs the camera and starts to look around and speedwalk out of the situation he just got himself into. The speedwalk turns into a light jog but soon stops and slows back into a walk as the coast seems to be clear.
Miri: It doesn’t matter if the doctors warn me to never wrestle again, I have to. You guys warrant it! You need it! You like me, you really like me! So here’s a promise to you beautiful adoring fans…
This prompts chuckles mixed around with a bevy of boos from the crowd staring at the shit eating grin on the star’s face.
Miri: Seeing as though the top spot is nothing new to me, I’m gonna promise to you guys and girls out there that I will be gunning for that spot here. I will make it to the top spot here in Limitless Pro, just like I made it in all the damn companies that I’ve been spanning around the globe. Your global superstar slash Hollywood icon has one thing that these folks out there in that nasty locker room don’t have… besides great looks. And a boatload of money. Oh, and Hollywood connections..
Dame cuts himself off as he hears doors swinging open, out jumps a hospital security guard who bolts towards his way. Dame starts to pick up in speed, trying to do so whilst simultaneously staring into the camera.
Miri: and what I have is undying affection from you, my loyal fans!
SoYouCanKeepOnTalkingAboutWhatYouGuysAreGonnaDoButYou’llNeverBeAsGoodAsMeBecauseI’mTheGreatestWrestlerThatYouGuysAndMostImportantlyHollywoodWillEverSee.
He speeds past that last sentence as he starts to book it out of the hospital, diving into a car where OT, his young protege is waiting for him. The camera goes to black as soon as he makes his way to safety… before turning back on for a brief second so that Dame can check on his hair and shine his bright white teeth at the camera “for his fans”.
A glimmer among many. As we scan our screens to find hundreds, no, thousands of stars scrawled across our phones, laptops, and televisions, there is something odd. Something that should not belong, yet glistens in the impossible starlight as it floats, suspended in the hands of space and time. The Limitless Pro World Championship turns in the freedom where gravity loses authority, pivoting slowly as we look on. Whether we are drawing closer or the championship is growing larger does not matter, but soon there is nothing to see but the championship itself.
JRD: “There are so many possibilities that are now open for me. Endless inspiration. I can barely contain myself! The Limitless Pro World Championship is my paint brush which never goes dry, and the only excuse to not paint the town red, as they say, is my own lethargy. It would be such a shame to let trivial rest taint my works as I wait for a challenge … which is why I choose to move first.”
In this moment, the gold and stars disappear behind a closing eyelid, and as that eye opens again, we don’t see the expanse of space, but rather the steely eyes above the slim grin of Jacky Rex Daniels. Sat upon an antique wooden chair, dressed to the nines with the World Title resting in his lap, “The Rapscallion” rests in the center of an endless white room as quiet as can be. Each word is framed by the pulsing silence.
JRD: “When I came to this place with my beloved, I promised to open the minds of the Limitless brand to endless infinity for their own sake. I wanted to show them true knowledge … but I find myself wanting. Wanting more from you. I am blessed with this wonderful burden … but for my own sake. Every moment I spend pantomiming your drull norms is agony, but no longer. With Limitless as my first step, I will bring you the evolution you so desperately need, and the Limitless World Championship will be my faithful companion. My bait, if you would? I will sew the cocoon around you myself, if I must, but we will no longer wait for you to catch-up. The world is the perfect clay for the Daniels’ masterpiece … but we must first chisel away the excess. I must congratulate you, Mr. Miri, as tonight you finally become part of something important. It’s a pleasure to have you.”
With a chuckle, Daniels holds his finger high as if to halt the nothingness around him.
JRD: “Ms. Healy, I haven’t forgotten about you. The spark I see in your eyes remind me so much of myself. How does the poison feel? Once you accept your own selfish desires, does the world not seem that much smaller? Riveting. What I do to Mr. Miri is an act of business … but when our time comes, my ducky, it will be my pleasure.”
As quickly as he appeared, he is gone, leaving nothing but the white room and the hum of silence vibrating through the air waves.
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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Feb 23, 2020 22:16:03 GMT -8
MAIN EVENT Limitless Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Title Match Jacky Rex Daniels (c) vs. Damien Miri "Space Dementia" rang out as Jacky found the strength to roll off of Miri, staying on the mat even as the ref raised his hand in victory. Much like before, Anna Daniels came down to celebrate Jacky's victory, the students and security assisting Damien out of the ring and to the back. The last image we see is one of Jacky and Anna, together in an embrace as the Limitless Title sits in front of them.
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