SM: Time for the first of our title matches here tonight as Maile takes on Dante for the European Title.
DS: It’s The Fallen Angel versus Mrs Angel!
SM: Quite. And we’ve just seen that Angel has yet to arrive here tonight, while Maile is preparing for her match with Dante.
Lights in the arena cut off. A few sparks flicker from the entrance way as “Something Wicked This Way Comes!” scrolls across the Big Screen. Then, a huge fireball blasts up from the ramp igniting the stage into a fiery inferno. “Before I Die ” by “Mushroomhead ” starts blaring over the PA system. Out from the flames walks Dante.
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the BWA European Championship! Our first competitor comes to the ring from Death Valley, USA. He stands at 5 feet 11 inches and weighs in at 226 pounds and is the master of Purgatory. He is “The Fallen Angel”, DANTE!
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Dante stalks down to ring-side as a single light follows him. Once he slides into the ring, the flames die, the music goes quiet and the flames flicker away.
SM: Our first competitor is ready to go in this opening title match. What do you make of these two, Dan?
DS: They both seem like great competitors, with great histories. I’m surprised that they’re this far down the card to be honest!
SM: Well the European Title has been held by some great talent over the years, including Firestarter, Vindicator, Mayhem and Atomikana.
The lights throughout the arena dim to a gentle purple glow, as “Spank” by Kidneythieves blares into life. With each of the dry, ascending bass beats in the intro to the song, the lights flare up to a brighter shade of pink momentarily. As the initial guitar chord kicks in, a small cloud of smoke pours out around the entryway, bringing a series of faint pink and purple lasers into vision. The video screen shows images of both Kidneythieves performing “Spank” in a small garage, full of the cars Maile’s worked on, since making it ‘big’, and imagery of Maile fighting.
-thick drops of rain sound like the way you spanked me-
-your pleasure thrills in every way you make me-
-thick drops…-
-all by myself, and you’re not here to take me-
-my red hot stain still makes you call my ‘baby’-
-tattooed your name, so you won’t forget to claim-
As the smoke drifts off, two figures emerge from it. Maile, and next to her, Cicatriz. A long, black coat hangs down most of the length of Maile’s legs, left unbuttoned, all the way up to her chest. Beneath it, bare feet and legs, and a small pair of black shorts are clearly visible, along with a glittered and jewelled stomach, sparkling in the coloured lighting. Hair pulled back in a loose, short ponytail, partial bangs frame a face filled with purpose, as she slowly, and calmly begins walking down to ringside.
-if I think that loving you could be just like a drug-
-I would try to burn you, but I won’t-
-it’s all your graces, your deadly sins-
-love and hate you, it’s so intense-
-if I could burn you, walk away, not see you anymore-
-I would try to burn you, but I won’t-
Smiling widely now, as the crowd warms to her, Maile casually makes her way down the ramp, glad handing, shaking hands, even posing for the odd Polaroid next to a front row fan, here and there. Sliding under the bottom rope on her stomach, Maile gracefully rolls to her feet, coat flowing wildly and freely behind her, as she does so. With a spin, she hops to a seated position on the middle of the top rope, a good distance from any turnbuckle. From each of said turnbuckles bursts a ball of pink light, which flies in an arc over the ring,
bursting as the four intersect above the centre. Slowly, glitter rains down, as Maile awaits the ring bell with a confident smirk.
JS: And his opponent, hailing from The Desert of New Mexico, USA and accompanied by Cicatriz. She stands at 5 feet 1 inch, and weighs 102 pounds. She is one third of the group known as La Stygia, she is MAILE!
DS: Wow! This girl’s got style, Mayo. What an entrance!
SM: We’re all set to go here, we’re just waiting for Ash Lewis to call for the bell.
DING-DING-DING
SM: And there it is, this one is underway!
Maile charges in at Dante, collar and elbow tie up, and he just shoves her backwards, sending her to the mat. Maile gets up, charges him again. Lock up, same result.
DS: Dante using his size and strength advantage to brush of the first attacks from Maile.
SM: She’s so small, giving away 124 pounds to Dante, and 10 inches in height too.
Maile gets up again, charges again, and locks up again. This time, when Dante leans to shove her down, she drops to her knees. When she drops, he throws his weight right over her, and she stands back up.
SM: Was that a Fireman’s carry from Maile?
DS: I don’t think so, Mayo, she didn’t touch him! He just fell over!
Dante leaps back up to his feet and rushes for Maile, grabbing her and whipping her into the ropes. As she bounces back he catches her and nails a powerslam. Dante goes for a cover but Maile wriggles her way free just before two. Dante pulls Maile’s pony tail and drags her up to her feet, whipping her into the corner. He then steps back a little and nails a superkick! Dante teases the crowd for a moment as he sits Maile on the turnbuckle. He signals for a Frankensteiner….
SM: Big Frankensteiner from Dante as The Fallen Angel is beginning to use some big moves on Maile.
DS: And Maile is reeling after that one, Mayo.
Dante goes for a loose cover,
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2
Kick-out from the over-cocky pin attempt by Maile. Dante whips Maile across the ring and goes for a big boot. Maile manages to bend over, dodging the boot, and she throws both of her arms up behind her, so Dante can’t ‘turn’ his leg out. Effectively, she traps his leg on her back. She lowers the one arm, spins through a sweep with his leg still on her back, takes his other out with her leg, and stands while she does so.
SM: Amazing reversal from Maile, taking Dante to the mat.
DS: That looks like it hurt, Mayo.
Dante is down and Maile follows up with a standing moonsault into a pin,
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Kick-out from Dante as he tosses Maile aside. Dante gets back up to his feet and grabs Maile once more. He picks her up and nails a Michinoku Driver! He quickly leaps up onto the turnbuckle and launches himself into the air…
SM: 450 HEAD-BUTT!
DS: Nice move!
Dante doesn’t go for a cover, instead pulling Maile back to her feet as he shakes off the side-effects of his last move. He whips Maile into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Maile sidesteps, flicks up a boot behind her and Dante runs right into it. Dante is dazed and Maile tries to take advantage by pushing him into the corner and going for a Tornado DDT. She leaps off the second rope and begins the move, but Dante is too strong and simply tosses her off, and right out of the ring. Maile hits the apron on the way out, and looks to have landed badly on her right arm. Dante runs against the far ropes and then sends himself flying between the ropes, connecting with the semi-standing Maile with an almighty diving spear!
DS: My god! Has this guy got a death wish? Imagine where his head would’ve been if Maile wasn’t there to soften the impact!
SM: You’re worried about Dante? Maile’s taken a few big bumps here in this match, and she’s just had the wind seriously knocked out of her!
DS: As has Dante, neither competitor moving here, this is great!
SM: Well at least we know that Dante has no problems with striking a woman. We’ll have to wait until later before we find out whether or not Angel can bring himself to do that against Angela!
After a while of not moving, Dante is starting to get back to his feet. He drags Maile to her feet once more and rolls her into the ring. Dante exchanges words with a fan in the front row while climbing back into the ring, where Maile has just about got back to her feet. Dante turns round right into a standing side kick from Maile. Maile then whips Dante into the ropes and goes for a martelo rotado. Dante manages to duck the kick by sliding under it and out onto the apron. Maile spins round and charges in, Dante tries to get a shoulder into the gut of Maile but she leaps over him and over the ropes. She hooks his waist on her way past and nails a big sunset flip to the arena floor. Hopping back onto the apron, Maile jumps straight up, lets her ankles catch the top rope, coming down in a seated position, and lets the rebound fling her through a slingshot suplex to the outside of the ring, onto the fallen Dante.
DS: My oh my, this girl has talent!
SM: And that sunset flip, almost like a powerbomb onto the arena floor. That had to hurt Dante. Those mats you see down there are purely for the aesthetic, there is no give in those mats! This is truly turning into a good old fashioned barn burner!
DS: What?
SM: A barn burner!
DS: I heard ya! Where’s your damn cowboy hat?
SM: What?
DS: You’ve been watching too many of those American federations during your time off haven’t you?
SM: Shut up! Neither Maile or Dante is back to their feet yet.
Referee Ash Lewis had begun to count, and is now up to 5…
6…
7…
A bit of life coming from Maile…
8…
Maile’s up and Cicatriz drags Dante up…
9…
Cica rolls Dante back into the ring and Maile climbs in herself just before 10. Dante struggles to his feet as Maile looks on, ready to pounce. She rushes in with a lightning quick series of kicks, which takes Dante back into the corner. Maile lands a big kick to the mid-section, doubling over Dante. She pushes him out of the corner a little and runs up the turnbuckles, as though they were steps, she does a short back-flip off of the top one, bringing her legs down, across the back of Dante’s exposed neck.
SM: STYGIAN LULLABY! This could be all over now for Dante…
DS: Maile makes the cover…
SM: One…
Two…
Thr…
Dante manages to kick out just in the nick of time, much to Maile’s surprise. Cicatriz yells some encouragement Maile’s way as she holds The Fallen Angel in something between a loose Boston crab, and slingshot leg hook. Maile drags him towards the ring ropes. Still
facing into the ring, and holding Dante’s ankles, she hooks her feet behind the second rope, and hops to a seated position on the top one. Swinging her body backwards, as hard as she can, she slingshots him clear out of the ring, leaving herself hanging upside down, on the outer side of the ropes. Doing a short sit-up, she’s back in her seated position on the top rope, a wicked grin on her face.
SM: That’s the move she calls the Shooting Star, and it just sent Dante shooting out of the ring and crashing into the safety barrier!
DS: But Dante’s up already! He’s just shaken that unbelievable move right off! This guy seems to absorb punishment pretty darn well!
Dante leaps up onto the ring apron, behind Maile. He grabs her head as he leaps the top rope and applies a Dragon Sleeper. He snaps back into an inverted DDT, still keeping the sleeper locked on.
SM: PURGATORY! This is Purgatory!
DS: Dante bridges…
SM: Pinning predicament…
One…
Two…
TH.. NO!! Maile slides out somehow!
Maile manages to wriggle free in the nick of time and gets back to her feet. Maile nails a kick to the mid-section of Dante, she then leaps onto his exposed back, straddling it. Leaning back, she quickly tucks in and swings forwards with as much force as she can, driving her shoulders into Dante’s knees, which in turn flips him into a seated pinning position, with Maile sporting a satisfied smile as the ref counts…
One…
Two…
THREE!!
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… and NEW European Champion…. MAILE!
DS: Well I’ll be damned!
SM: Maile looks a little surprised at the finish here, but she’s pulled off a great win!
DS: Maile’s weight disadvantage almost cost her, though. The Stygian Lullaby wasn’t that effective on Dante, not enough weight coming down on the guy to put him away. She had to resort to the big move to the outside, but Dante somehow just shook it off!
SM: And he almost became the first BWA European Champion of this new era! But Maile wriggled free and got the Brackish to pick up the win and the title.
In the ring Maile celebrates with Cica as Dante makes his way back up the ramp to the back. The Fallen Angel looks back to the ring, a look of disappointment on his face. He knows how close she came to getting that belt.