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Show Review: Women’s Wrestling Revolution, “The Show Must Go On”

Hey! I went to this show a couple of weeks ago and then forgot to review it. Let’s remedy that. 

When: Sunday, August 20, 2017, with a 3 p.m. bell time

Where: The Aurora Nightclub in beautiful “downcity” Providence, R.I.

Who: A crowd north of a hundred?

Show notes: This is going to be the last WWR show at Aurora, because the block is being turned into luxury condos. That’s a huge bummer. The gentrification of Providence is ticking over from, “Ah, good, it’s nice to see people moving back to the city” to “Only wealthy assholes can afford to live here.” Also, this show is named after one of the best Queen songs. If you meet someone who doesn’t like Queen, here’s my advice: be very suspicious of that person.

Allie Recks vs. Elena Pogosyan

These two were totally new to me. WWR kind of likes to start off with unknowns in the first match, much like Shine does with their “Sparkle Showcase” matches. Normally that means the first match is usually bad, but in this case it was a fast-paced, spot-heavy duel between two evenly matched opponents.  Pogosyan was the heel, working an arrogant Armenian-American princess gimmick which, for a fan of obscure ethnic groups like me, was catnip. She also executed a truly brutal-looking curb stomp on Recks, who ultimately got the win. Pogosyan’s Twitter bio describes her as “Half Journalist, Half Wrestler, All Armenian.” I’M INTRIGUED. This was really short, but that’s not bad. Too many matches are too goddamned long.

Rating: Three luxury condos.

Maria Manic w/Penelope Ford vs Davienne w/Sammi Lane

I feel like Maria Manic is what Candy Cartwright is trying to pull off. Like, Maria already does that really well, so there’s no need for someone to do it poorly. But Candy Cartwright wasn’t in this match: local villainness Davienne was. This was kind of the WWR equivalent of the hoss fight, with a lot of brawling and stiff forearms. Sammi Lane kept getting involved, so Penelope Ford would get involved as the equalizer. Not a bad match, but nothing spectacular.

Rating: Two and a half luxury condos.

Terra Calaway vs Skylar

Skylar is hugely over with this crowd, despite coming out to the ring to a Reel Big Fish song. Listen, don’t get me wrong, I like some Reel Big Fish songs, it’s just that it’s the kind of musical love that dare not speak its name. Terra Calaway is a much, much larger woman who came out with a big dinosaur skull mask. She is the “Queen of the Dinosaurs.” I’m here for it. I love gimmicks that are rooted in prehistory. This is your classic monster heel vs plucky face battle, and both are really good at their roles, although Calaway is maybe too funny. That’s one of the things these days, you know; heels cracking jokes and stuff. We’re supposed to hate you, stop being funny.

Anyway, Skylar takes a beating for most of the match, rallies to come back, but then loses after a full nelson slam. That’s awesome. We don’t see enough nelsons, full or half, in wrestling. 

Rating: Three luxury condos.

Willow Nightingale vs Vanity

The crowd likes both these women, and although Vanity nobly tried to play the heel, it resulted in kind of a lukewarm match overall. There was also an extended sequence in the match that turned on the question of whether kicks to the groin are as painful to women as to men, one of the great scientific questions of our day that wrestling is unafraid to answer. Lots of brawling around in the crowd on this one as well, which I have mixed feelings about.

I like both these wrestlers, but they need to work on their characters a bit, since both are a little vague. Willow is a Bayley-esque fun-loving happy person, a little? Kind of? And Vanity is a sexxxy dominatrix villain, although not really? We need to sharpen those lines, ladies.

Rating: Two luxury condos.

Shine Nova Championship: Priscilla Kelly (c) vs Jordynne Grace

These are two of Shine’s hot new stars, Shine being in need of hot new stars because they alienated many of the old stars! I want to emphasize here how much I love when a company lets its titles be defended on another company’s show, even though that pretty much telegraphs the result of the match well in advance.

Still, these are two of the top up-and-coming women in wrestling right now, and this was a great contest. It was my first time seeing Kelly in person, and she did not disappoint: she’s really good in the ring without being clearly one type of wrestler or another. She knows how to work the crowd and pace a match and tell a story physically, which is oddly rare nowadays, when too many people are focused on the “get your shit in” aspect of matches.

She overdoes the dangerously sexxxy thing, of course, and on this show it was dialed way up, to absurd levels: putting her hands down the front of her trunks, constantly licking and biting Jordynne Grace, crawling around on all fours and whipping her hair around like she was in a Whitesnake video in 1987. It was nuts. It was an afternoon show and there were little kids in the crowd! A dad in front of me kept covering his son’s eyes. That father-son duo had a really weird dynamic that I wish I could explain, though. This is why it’s bad to go to shows by yourself, because when you see things that need unpacking there’s no one to bounce ideas off of. 

Anyway, the match. Grace is rapidly becoming one of my favorite wrestlers. She can do a whole lot already, and is picking up the rest with alarming speed. She threw the smaller woman around for most of the match, but kept succumbing to Kelly’s vampishly evil tactics. The home stretch featured a couple of great near falls and ultimately Kelly getting the win via submission. Good stuff!

Rating: Four luxury condos.

The Sea Stars (Delmi Exo & Ashley Vox) vs. Team Adams (Karen Q and Tasha Steelz)

OK, first things first: Karen Q rules. I first saw her maybe a year ago and though, “Gosh, that wrestler shows promise,” and now, not much time later, when I see her name on a card I think, “I am in for some topnotch wrestling, courtesy of Karen Q.” She’s currently stranded in the wilderness of Women of Honor, but check her stuff out. She’s great.

Team Adams are the villains here. The Sea Stars offer to start the match off with a round of shots, and Team Adams cravenly uses the opportunity to start beating on their opponents before the bell. 

The ref eventually restores order, and the heels take control. Q is terrific, Steelz is good, and the Sea Stars are coming along. They’re not bad or anything, but there’s a clear and obvious skill differential between the two teams that makes the match a bit clunky at points. One thing I liked: both teams are actually TEAMS, instead of just two wrestlers randomly paired up for a night. 

Team Adams gets the win thanks to some interference from two of my favorite Masshole dirtbags, Taeler Hendrix and The Artist Formerly Known As Alexxa Neveah.

Rating: Three luxury condos.

Sonya Strong vs Gabriela Rios

Gabriela Rios is the latest stage name for Gabi Castrovinci, who was Raquel in TNA. She’s going to retire from wrestling soon, she said on Twitter. That’s too bad! She was just getting good. This was the best singles match I’ve seen her have.

This was kind of a battle of exaggerated Latina archetypes, with Rios being the alluring Carnivale pinup queen and Strong being the Nuyorican hood chick who is just itching to beat your sorry ass. I thoroughly enjoyed that aspect of it. Throughout the match, Strong made a big show of having contempt for her opponent, constantly putting her in submission holds and barking, “I think this bitch thinks she’s the only one in this locker room with a big ass.” Because, that’s maybe half of Rios’ gimmick.

Rios mounts a few valiant comeback attempts, but this is mostly Strong’s show and she wins pretty handily. After the match, she grabs the microphone and starts running down Veda Scott. She breaks off when she sees Deonna Purrazzzo walking to the back and starts running down Deonna, saying she’s only getting the choice spots in shows because of her boyfriend (she is dating Marty Scurll). The crowd does that “OHHHHHH SHIT” thing and Deonna stands on the ring apron, making the “Two Sweet” hand gesture. Is this a shoot? Is this a PIPEBOMB? THE FOURTH WALL IS COLLAPSING!

I know some people hate this stuff, but I like it. I follow waaaay too many wrestlers on social media, this stuff is candy for me. Sonya vs. Deonna will be good money.

Rating: Three luxury condos.

The Twisted Sisterz (Holidead and Thunder Rosa) vs Taeler Hendrix and Alisha Edwards 

I really like the Twisted Sisterz. I got a mark picture with them during the intermission. They charge for pictures, and that’s Controversial, but I don’t give a shit. It’s a way to Support The Boys without having to buy a glossy 8x10 or a T-shirt I’ll never wear in public. And by God do I Support The Boys. On the census form, in the “race/ethnicity” category, where it says “Other” I write in, “Supporter Of The Boys.”

Anyway, they were facing New Bedford’s skeeziest, Taeler and Alisha, who was formerly Alexxis Neveah before becoming a TNA/Impact/GFW/Nick Gulas Promotions Knockout (TM). I can’t overstate my love for Alisha’s character: the loud, conniving, violent southeastern Massachusetts chick. The kind of woman who has a Tawm Brady jersey for formal occasions. The kind of woman who has to go to court because she punched out another mom while dropping kids off at kindergarten. I WOULDNA HIT HER IF SHE HADNA TAWKED SHIT ABOUT MY MAAAAN, YER ONNER.

Taeler is Taeler, and in the world that Priscilla Kelly is set to inherit, Taeler’s high school drama club femme fatale feels a little hollow. Kelly really comes across like the genuine sleazebag that Taeler is pretending to be. Taeler needs to drop that gimmick and embrace her inner New Bedfordian, change her name to Rosie O’Grady and come to the ring threatening to stab people with a roofing knife.

Interesting match! Lots of what I guess we can only call “lesbian chicken,” where the wrestlers try to intimidate each other with the kinds of unwanted personal advances that are grounds for termination in most workplaces. This was a very “Women’s Wrestling! (clap clap, clapclapclap) kind of crowd, so I’m not sure what the thinking behind the escalating sexxxiness was.

Apart from that, the Sisterz work really well together, and while Taeler and Alisha aren’t quite on their level as workers, both are nonetheless terrific at selling and overall ring psychology. Lots of dives to the outside, brawling through the crowd, and Team New Bedford trying to keep the larger, more powerful Holidead out of the ring. In a payback for the earlier tag match, the Sea Stars interfere, allowing the Twisted Sisterz to get the win.

Rating: Three and a half luxury condos.

Deonna Purrazzo vs Awesome Kong

This felt like a bonkers matchup, considering Kong is a cast member in the Netflix “GLOW” show (just picked up for another season) and doesn’t really do a lot of indie bookings. The crowd, which loves Purrazzo, went completely fucking nuts for Kong, though, as loud a reaction as any I’ve ever heard. It felt like a big deal, because it’s not the kind of thing we’ve seen a hundred times before.

The story of this match was obviously the giant vs the feisty babyface, and they had to work it in a way that didn’t blow Kong up completely. I mean, we all get older, and the reason Kong doesn’t work much anymore is because she doesn’t have the same physical abilities she had during her legendary feud with Gail Kim. So this wasn’t a marathon; it was a lot of Kong flinging Deonna around the ring, and Deonna trying to wear down the much larger woman. Eventually, Deonna got a Fujiwara Armbar applied in the center of the ring and Kong had to tap out, a result I’m not sure anyone expected. People went CRAZY. The dudes behind me were screaming their heads off like their favorite team had just won the Super Bowl. It was a great moment.

After the match, Deonna got on the microphone to do the “you fans make it all possible” babyface speech, and got in some digs at Sonya Strong. I want to see that match! 

Rating: Four luxury condos. 

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Matt Jackson - Payback's a bitch.

Matt Jackson - Fluffy and Angsty imagine where reader and Matt are in a relationship and they get into a big fight before a match together with Nick against The Motor City Machine Guns and Taeler Hendrix. Throughout the match Matt acts like an ass, but the reader gets hurt and he feels bad and tries to make it up to her. 

Request for - @thegabby5sos

Warnings - Fluff and Angst, some swearing.

Word Count - 1643 words.

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Although yours and Matt’s relationship was fairly new; 6 months to be exact, arguments were extremely rare between the two of you. Even during your three year friendship as members of The Bullet Club and as The Young Bucks valet, anyways even when you did have a fight it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be solved over a pizza, a bottle vodka and a good movie. 

But this time, it was oh so different - the incredulous argument leading to the fight was; to put it plainly, absolutely pathetic. It all arose when you were offered a singles career by the several promotions The Young Bucks were signed at, instead of just being their ‘occasionally involved’ valet. Straight after hearing the news you instantly ran to your boyfriend to share the amazing news, you were ecstatic that companies were finally recognising your singles talent and you were sure your boyfriend would share your enthusiasm.

As soon as the words ‘independent career’ left your mouth his face dropped and the once light atmosphere of the room morphed into a much heavier one, thick with tension. You instantaneously sensed the change in Matt’s mood and questioned him on what was wrong, upon doing so it only changed his expression from one of hurt to one of anger. 

Matt had screamed in your facing and accused you of not giving a shit about The Young Bucks as a unit; not caring about yours and his friendship or relationship. He branded you selfish claiming that the only person you ever really cared about was yourself, amidst the argument you were about to interject him in order to defend yourself when he hit you with his final words to you, ’You’re a heartless bitch! All you ever did was use me for you own gain’ and with that he slammed the door of your hotel room. 

Those words had hit you like a ten tonne of bricks, you instantly became aware of the rapid beating of your heart and the taste of venomous bile in your mouth had made you sick to your stomach. You were in complete bewilderment at your ‘sweetheart’ boyfriend. The words he spoke were undoubtedly the cruellest words you had ever heard leave his mouth…and they were aimed at his own girlfriend.

*A few hours later*

You were sat on a storage crate in a solitary corner of the packed out arena fiddling around with the tassels adorning the sleeves of your signature leather jacket, just a mere ten minutes before your match against The Motor City Machine Guns and Taeler Hendrix. 

You weren’t paying much attention to anything happening around you, more just wallowing in your thoughts, dwelling on the incident between you and Matt. At this point you could barely stomach the thought of him, let alone work cooperatively with him in a match and continue a facade of the ‘IT’ couple when in your mind you weren’t even sure if you were a couple at all. Suddenly, a deep voice broke you out of your trance.

“Hey Y/N, how ya holdin’ up? Matt told me what happened” Nick questioned, a sympathetic tone lacing his voice and a comforting hand resting upon your shoulder. You looked up at him and scoffed shrugging his hand off your shoulder, continuing to twirl the jacket tassels between your fingers whilst looking off into space -  tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to ruin your make up. You promptly realised that you had no reason to treat Nick like shit because of his brother’s childish actions.

“I’m sorry Nick, i didn’t mean to be so rude” you muttered, rapidly blinking the tears from your eyes before looking up to him.

“No need to be sorry kid, Matt was way out of order. But hey, lets get this match over with and then hopefully Matt will have stopped being a dick and he’ll be on his knees beggin’ ya for forgiveness” he chuckled lightly at the end of his words. Your maroon lips cracked into a broad smile for the first time since your initially good news earlier the same day. You hoped off the crate and stood beside Nick.

“Lets go beat up some bitches” you shouted clapping your hands together, your obnoxious laugh filling the once quiet corner. You happily strode in front of Nick with confidence and pre-match adrenaline radiating from you, but deep down you were already dreading having to face Matt when you got to the gorilla. 

*Match time*

Whilst waiting for your entrance music you and Matt didn’t speak, in fact he didn’t even look in your direction. He instead opted to just talk to Nick - who was frequently shooting you apologetic looks. 

As soon as your theme played you and Matt headed towards the ramp, Nick behind - you two laced your hands together and were all over each other on the way down to the ring. After the pair had finished the signature poses and taunts at The Motor City Machine Guns and Taeler Hendrix, you place a passionate kiss on Matt’s lips; ensuring the crowd were still encapsulated in the ‘IT’ couple, before stepping through the ropes with Nick allowing Matt to start the match up against Chris Sabin.

In your eyes and how you were reading the crowd reaction, the match was going well, that was until you realised that Matt was purposefully stopping you being tagged in. When he came to your corner he would only tag in Nick even when he was still fighting fatigue on the apron and when Nick game over to tag Matt would slap Nick’s arm before he could reach you. So the next time you saw Matt stumbling across the ring you savvied up to his tactics and tagged yourself into the match up before he could even recognise it had happened.

You were currently precariously balanced in a suplex set up on so called, ‘high rent district’ with Taeler when you began to hear Matt stamping his feet on steel stairs and chanting - now for some competitors having team members make chants focused them, but for you it distracted you and broke your mindset, and Matt knew it. Just as you turned your head to shoot Matt and evil look Taeler suplexed you both off of the ropes, the way your head was positioned caused you to hit your head devastatingly hard at an awkward angle. As soon as you landed you knew something was wrong; your ears began to ring, you felt dizzy - your vision fading to black and an excruciating pain thrumming through the back of your head. You barely stayed conscious long enough to roll to your corner, where Nick tagged him self in and finished off the match, pinning Alex Shelly for the win. 

*post match*

Immediately after match had ended you were carried backstage by several officials with a deathly worried Matt trailing behind shouting questions and demanding answers. The medics immediately began assessing your physical state, while Nick calmed an extremely anxious Matt whilst dragging him from the medical room.

After the medics had decided you didn’t need to go to the hospital; you just need a lot of rest and roughly 2-3 weeks off, they invited both Matt and Nick back into the medical room. As soon as Matt walked into the room you could see his eyes were slightly red and puffy, along with an apologetic look plastered on his face.

“Y/N, baby I am so fucking sorry! I didn’t think it’d knock your concentration - and I’m sorry - I was a huge dick. I know I fucked up big time. Baby please forgive me.” he rambled on, almost incoherently. Tears beginning to well up in his eyes. You raised an unimpressed looking eyebrow at him, still annoyed at him. His expression became even more sorrowful as he realised you were still pissed off.

“I take back everything I said, baby. You having a singles career would be incredible, I know you never used me. You’re amazing in your own right. Fuck! I’m so sorry” he sputtered, his normally cocky demeanour completely diminished.

Both you and Nick tried to keep a straight face as Matt continued to ramble on and on, apologising profusely; when abruptly a smirk cracked onto both of your faces.

“What did I tell ya!” Nick shouted enthusiastically, referencing his prediction of Matt coming grovelling back to you. You smirked and beckoned Matt over to your seat.

“I forgave you the minute I saw the look on your face” you whispered into his ear, placing a feather light kiss on the lobe. Matt pulled away from you to reveal an unimpressed, relieved and amused expression all melded together. He then finally cracked a smile.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me! I thought you were going to break up with me” he chuckled whilst sighing in relief; leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your temple and then your lips. All whilst embracing you in a massive bear hug, enveloping you completely and making you feel safe.

“I was going to…but then i realised that: one, you have to treat me like a princess for the next few weeks - that entails taking me to my favourite restaurant and going clothes shopping and two, the next movie night is my pick - and i pick ‘Titanic’” you smirk hearing his groan of disapproval knowing he despises it. “Oh and I guess I love you” you added with a cheeky giggle and a wink.

“Payback’s a bitch man.” Nick cackled shoving Matt’s shoulder as Matt rolled his eyes; helping you up from the seat you’d been sat in.

“I guess i deserve it” Matt murmured in defeat as they helped you to the car, where your weeks of princess treatment were already set to begin.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine for this blog and much like Nikkii said earlier, it may not be up to scratch as this is only my first imagine for this blog. I also apologise if any information isn’t accurate as I’m not very educated on The Young Bucks! But i hope you all enjoy it! ~ Moxxii xo

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Jay Lethal Responds To The Allegations

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Jay Lethal Responds To The Allegations

Taeler Hendrix made an accusation last week that she lost her push in ROH because she refused to sleep with Jay Lethal. ROH responded by saying they are taking this claim seriously and they are currently investigating the matter.

Lethal broke his silence on the matter as he tweeted out a message to his fans. He wrote a full response in a notepad and included it as an attached screenshot.

“Please do not use my words here as fuel to attack myself or my accuser, there is already too much hate going around in the world so let’s not add to it,” Lethal advised in his tweet.

“Let me be clear, there is absolutely no validity to these baseless allegations. Throughout my career, I have sought to conduct myself with honor and integrity. I would never engage in any conduct that disrespects this business or the men and women in this industry.

Every individual has a right to be heard and must be given every opportunity to speak truth to power. Anyone engaging in misconduct or abuse of any kind simply has no place in our business or our society.

I am confident that these unfortunate allegations will be proven to be completely unfounded at the conclusion of Ring Of Honor’s investigation.”

Please do not use my words here as fuel to attack myself or my accuser, there is already too much hate going around in the world so let’s not add to it. pic.twitter.com/eZ5IVcPSez

— Jay Lethal (@TheLethalJay) July 8, 2018

deny all you want. you sent me this before you pulled me aside at a live event, told me what you told me. just because the business has been a certain way for so long. I’m tired of it and I’m fighting for what’s right. pic.twitter.com/CxUkFsGOrY

— Taeler Hendrix (@Taeler_Hendrix) July 8, 2018

Posted By: Dustin Frisch on Jul 08, 2018 Tags: #ring of honor #jay lethal #taeler hendrix

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