Leon Reynolds v. Scotty Dreamer v. Torjio Kazukuni

[theinsaneone]

The scene opens up with the fading Wednesday Night Genesis theme and a camera at mid-view angle, surveying throughout the gymnasium with spotlights flashing around the crowd in every which direction. After about forty-five seconds, the main camera switched back to the announce table.

Ray White: Hello folks, and welcome to Wednesday Night Genesis! Boy Jimmy, do we have a show tonight for these fans at home and the ones here in Concord, California!

Jimmy Pate: I totally agree Ray, it seems every week the action only gets that much better. That's not all though folks - We're having matches here tonight as well as the local bar! Every thing is set for Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling's first ever edition of The Mosh Pit! Just think, maybe it's that bar for someone like you!

Ray is about to reply to Jimmy's seemingly indirect insult, but he is cut short by the sound of "The Black Halo" by Kamelot beginning to play over the PA, which is soon followed by the sharp voice of Lizzie

Lizzie Morna: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match-up is a triple threat match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Making his Eagle Vision Professional Wresting debut! - from Yokohama, Japan weighing in at 185 pounds, Torjio Kazukuni!

The fans give not much reaction to newest face of EVPW in Torjio. The self proclaimed Dragon Master makes his way from backstage, he takes a few steps out and stops. He begins looking all around the arena, his eyes glazed over with with sheer amazement from the high intensity of the EVPW fans. As thhe music hits a high point, Torjio drops his head - seemingly a cue that initiates him to start making a steady stride to the ring. He pauses again, this time in front of the ring steps. He then looks back at the crowd again for a few seconds. After an excited fan slightly slaps him on the shoulder, he slowly turns back around and steps up to the ring apron. Hopping over the top rope - he begins to stretch his arms, legs and tightens up the somewhat unnoticed ropes around his fists.

Jimmy Pate: In my honest opinion, this Tore-Chee-O guy looks pretty impressive. From what I hear, he has been trained in the Bujinkan???.. Dojo and has wrestled in several Japan 'underground' wresting federations before finally deciding to come over to America to extend his training.

Ray White: I see what you mean Ray. For a small guy, he certainly looks like he can pack a punch!

Ray throws his fist up and knocks down his waterbottle. He sighs in frustration and frantically jumps to pick it up - Jimmy just shakes his head, somewhat embarrassed by his commentating partner. The music slowly begins to fade out as Torjio, along with the majority of the fans - eagerly look up the entrance walkway, awaiting his adversaries.

TBCB: Lrey or Scotty Dreamer

[scotty]

Torjio keeps his eyes trained on the entrance, waiting to see either of his opponents walk out. The lights dim lightly in the room as the sound of metal being set down on the wood can be heard behind the curtain. As the crowd goes silent, the sound of a mandolin plays over the P.A and a slow fog starts to billow around the curtain from a cheap fog machine. A green neon light shines in from one side as an orange shines in from the other, splitting the color of the smoke seen with the center still showing white.

::Jimmy Pate::
"This is new, looks like out Irish friend has spent a little money to improve his entrance and show his heritage. Torjio here may have some trouble tonight, having to know that Scotty is well versed in a few styles of Martial Arts as well."

::Ray White::
"Yes he has, the most known being Muay Thai, which is where he gets that hell of a figure and the resilience he shows in the ring. As he says, it'll take hell to get him down and the other eight layers to keep him down."

As "Drunken Lullabies by Flogging Molly" continues to play over the P.A, the curtain to the entrance is thrown open and out steps Scotty Dreamer, a resounding cheer and show of excitement from the crowd following quickly. He is wearing a pair of black and green wrestling shorts that flow down below his knees that cover up a little of the top of his over the knee matching wrestling boots. He is wearing a matching black short sleeved shirt that says "American By Birth, Irish By The Grace Of God!" on the front of it with his wrists taped up with black tape. He runs his fingers through his medium length dirty blond hair, looking out into the crowd with his bright emerald eyes. He tosses his hands to his sides, pointing his fingers with the Irish Flag colored smoke behind him. He then moves his hands in to point at Torjio, aiming them like guns before acting like firing them and cuing Lizzie.

::Lizzie Morna::
"Next out, hailing from Westport, Ireland. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and eight pounds. The Dreamiest Thing This Side Of Ireland! Scotty Dreamer!"

Scotty just cracks a grin as he walks down towards the ring, clapping hands with every fan he can. He makes it to the ring and stops, holding his hands out to his sides and smiling, looking as though his excitement is building. The crowd only fuels the adrenaline as they begin cheering wildly at what's next to come. Scotty then rolls his ankle forward and shifts in a one hundred and eighty degree turn, leaning down and planting his right hand, kicking into a one handed cartwheel. He lands one foot on the round and decides to show off his athleticism and leap back, torquing his body around into a corkscrew moonsault that lands him in a kneeling position to absorb the shock of landing while facing the ring. He then rushes up, sliding in under the bottom rope and pushes up to his feet. He cracks his knuckles out and walks up to Torjio, excitedly shaking his hand and clapping him on the shoulder to welcome him and wish him luck. Kazukuni smiles at the warm reception and pats Scotty's hand before they make their way to the two corners away from the entrance and watch for their opponent.

[lrey]

As the two men stand in the ring, their eyes fixated on the shaggy, torn entrance curtains before them, the sound of a crackling PA system breaks over the small arena. The sound of a hollow guitar sounds off slightly before it dies off, many people looking frantically back as the people running the speakers are seen shaking their heads as smoke runs up. A voice can be heard from behind the entrance curtains yelling "Fuck it, I can do it myself, hand me that." After a moment a faint sound can be heard, as the entrance curtains split, as the veteran of the three men comes out carrying a small stereo, two much larger men following him holding giant speakers, as the song "Emotional Drought" by Chevelle blasts through them, Lrey having an almost embarrassed grin across his scarred face.

J.P.: Well isn't this a treat, the P.A. system gets run down and Lrey has to make his own music. Well that was quite intelligent and a good improvisation by him to say the least. ...Ok...mhhmm.. Ok, I'm getting word it was only a blown fuse that messed up and that the arena speakers will be set back up and work in a matter of minutes. Thank god.

Lizzie: Making his way to the ring, carrying...a stereo..he weighs in tonight at 183 lbs. He hails from the beautiful city of Santa Fe, New Mexico. He is your Demonic Angel, the legendary Leon Reynolds, Lrey!

Lrey motions for the two bigger men to set the speakers down, as he lays the small stereo atop one of the speakers, some of the crowd members singing along with the song as other laugh about the event. Lrey can be seen wearing a pair of black wrestling shorts that fall to his lower shin, the stitchings being a dark purple on the sides of them. The shorts fall to a pair of black wrestling boots that raise to his upper shin, making his legs completely invisible. Leon cracks his neck to either side, staring into the crowd, who cheer in response to the near legendary man. Reynolds chuckles a little bit before turning to the ring, walking to the lowest sets of ropes and sliding through them, rolling upon the canvas before springing to his feet. Lrey tips his head to both men as he stands opposite from them, checking his boots for any loose spots and stretching slightly before the match.

Ray: Well, he may have the sound system, better known around here as: "That piece of shit equipment that needs replacing," may fail on him, but the crowd surely will not. And why would they, he's been in the game for some time now. When your a veteran, and have a nice body, it's hard to not want you.

TBCB Whomever

[scotty]

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