INTENSE TITLE: PAXTON RAY (C) vs. ANNA DANIELS
Event: ReVival 28
Event Date: 05/19/2023
INTENSE TITLE: PAXTON RAY (C) vs. ANNA DANIELS
We are back from commercial and see Vince Howard in the ring.
Vince Howard: IT! IS! TIME! FOR THE MAIN EVENT!
Vince Howard: The following match is a Falls Count Anywhere match!
Vince Howard: No disqualification!
Vince Howard: For the INTENSE TITLE!
Nick Stuart: Main event time here in Denver, Colorado! The Ball Arena is POPPING!
Richard Parker: I just need… quiet. I’m still recovering from the Farthington and Rezin match we just saw.
Nick Stuart: Richard, it’s been like ten minutes. It’s time to move on.
Richard Parker: I know, but it was glorious.
Nick Stuart: Weirdo.
The entire area fades to black, causing the PRIMEates in attendance to steadily come to a hush. After a moment, the beginning guitar notes of Solid Space’s “A Darkness In My Soul” begin. Nothing comes on the PRIME*view to note exactly who is coming out. Suddenly, a spotlight pierces through the dark pointed to the top on the entrance ramp. Anna Daniels stands there, her profile positioned towards the light. She lets it wash over her while letting the fans get a good look at the merchandise. Finally, she glances at the ring with a small smirk on her face.
As The Muse takes her time heading to the ring, she wistfully observes the goings on around her as if getting into a certain type of groove that only she can hear. Her strolling sways almost like she’s dancing from time to time. Her robe and headpiece–once more regal and dazzling artifacts from her homeplanet–are in various stages of disrepair and utter damage. Anna slaps a hand or two, nods a little to those in attendance. Once ringside, she motions for somebody to take the robe and headpiece which when taken nearly make the poor sap fall over, which gets laughs from the Voss family.
She makes her way to the stairs and slinks along the apron, whiping her feet before entering the ring. Immediately after, she nearly chases off the ref in a suddenly blur of action before smiling yet again. Casually, she strolls to a corner with her head bopping before perching herself onto the top rope laid out like a French girl people like to paint.
Nick Stuart: Anna Daniels still chasing her first taste of gold in PRIME.
Richard Parker: As much as I want it to happen, she’s walking into Paxton Ray’s house, playing by his rules, and expecting to walk out a winner. That’s something I just don’t see happening.
Nick Stuart: Anna’s entire run thus far has been a roller coaster ride, but there’s one thing for certain for The Time Lord, she’s about as dangerous as they come, and don’t you for a moment discount her.
Richard Parker: Not discounting her, but just facing reality. Paxton Ray is built for moments like this, disgustingly so, and Daniels can throw all the kicks to his head in the world — in which I’m all for — but I don’t think it makes a difference.
Nick Stuart: I think Brandon Youngblood might have something to say about that.
“They say it’s good to start a story with a tragedy.”
The chunky guitar riff of “Fistfight” by The Ballroom Thieves kicks in as Paxton Ray walks out under the PRIMEView. He sneers as the fans boo, then slowly holds his hand up in the air.
The day I finally met you like I knew I would
You raised me from the wreck of my doubts
You were smiling to yourself as if we both understood
The silent language of the anguish of a heart that sings but doesn’t make a sound
Paxton slowly walks towards the ring, looking around as the crowd rains hate down upon him. He steps up to the apron and steps over the ring ropes, then leans back against them and closes his eyes.
Nick Stuart: The bastard himself…
Richard Parker: Calling him a bastard might be too much. I heard he was caught trying to choke out Jonathan Rhine at his wrestling school!
Nick Stuart: That asshole.
Richard Parker: Much better, Nick. Much better.
Anna closes the distance between them as Paxton wears the cockiest of smiles as he holds onto the Intense Title as if it’s a toy.
Vince Howard: Introducing first, hailing from Mount Perdition, Gallifrey, she stands at five feet and seven inches tall and weighs in at an amount that is not important to anyone in this arena or this galaxy. She is the Time Lord! ANNA! DANIELSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Anna stares straight ahead at Paxton Ray, not moving an inch and without an ounce of fear in her eyes.
Vince Howard: And her opponent…
Vince Howard: Hailing from Lafayette, Lousiana…
Vince Howard: He stands at six feet and six inches tall…
Vince Howard: And weighs in at two-hundred-and-forty-five pounds…
Vince Howard: He is the LAFAYETTE BRUISER!
Vince Howard: He is the INTENSE CHAMPION!
Vince Howard: PAXTON! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Paxton holds his title up high for Anna, and everyone else, to see before he drops it into the hands of Elvis Nixon.
Nick Stuart: Well, the fans weren’t shy in making their opinion of Paxton Ray loud and clear.
Richard Parker: As they should, that prick.
Elvis then hands off the title to the ringside attendant before turning around and signaling for the start of the match.
Paxton Ray immediately makes his way towards Anna Daniels, smile still on his face, and as he does, he walks right into a Brazillian Kick!
Nick Stuart: HOLY HELL! INTERROBANG RIGHT OUT OF THE GATES!
Richard Parker: SHIT! WE MIGHT HAVE A NEW INTENSE CHAMPION JUST LIKE THAT!
Paxton stands there for a moment as Elvis and Anna looks at him. His smile slowly fades as he collapses to the mat and Daniels immediately goes for the cover and Nixon begins his count.
Nick Stuart: And Paxton just got his shoulder up in the nick of time!
Richard Parker: Oh, my body was so clenched there that you couldn’t fit a piece of string up my—
Nick Stuart: No, Richard. No.
Fans all around the Ball Arena look at one another in disbelief, certain that Daniels had put this match away. Daniels doesn’t skip a beat though as she immediately floats over and begins drilling her elbow across the forehead of Paxton Ray, each slice deeper and stiffer than the last until Ray manages to get his paw on her chest and shove her away. The sheer size difference between Daniels and Ray means she nearly falls out of the ring, which is more than enough space for Ray to get up to his feet. As Anna rushes at the significantly larger Paxton, he drills her in between the eyes with a boot that sends her crashing to the mat.
Paxton presses the palm of his hand against his forehead, where he was met with a series of elbows just moments ago. Anna refuses to stay down for long and rises to her feet only for Ray to wrap both hands around her neck and throw her backwards into the nearby corner. Anna’s body collides violently with the turnbuckle and before she manages to extricate herself out of the corner, Paxton plants fist after fist into her rib cage before connecting with a vicious forearm across her face that drops her to both knees.
Nick Stuart: Paxton Ray just busted Anna’s nose open and she is gushing blood out of her nose right now.
Richard Parker: Oh, this is a gnarly scene. Anna needed to stay away from the hands of Paxton Ray, because they know one thing and one thing only; pain.
Nick Stuart: Elvis is checking on her, but Paxton just grabbed him by the back of his shirt and tossed him out of the way!
Paxton reaches down as Anna looks up at him, fury in her eyes, but having difficulty breathing due to the damage that Paxton has done to her face. She slams her fist into his midsection, which has little impact. Paxton laughs in her face before slamming his boot across her jaw. Anna collapses on the mat, but Paxton reaches down and yanks her up to her feet by her hair. He slowly wraps her hair around his fist and then lifts her off of the mat, leaving her dangling.
Nick Stuart: What an asshole.
Richard Parker: Daniels is just hanging there, Paxton holding her by her hair! What a disgusting human being.
Paxton smashes his open palm across her face, certainly loosening up a few teeth of the Time Lord. Her head cocks to the side, but she looks back at Paxton and spits in his face, a mixture of blood and saliva. This only infuriates Paxton even further as he slams his fist into her rib cage, driving all the air out of her. The anguish on her face is evident as she gasps for breathe and is unable to tend to her throbbing ribs. The smile on Paxton’s face says it all as he slams his fist into her midsection once again, causing Anna to cough violently from the impact.
Nick Stuart: Oh, come on! She might have organ damage after that shot.
Richard Parker: Might?! MIGHT?! She is definitely on the list for every transplant imaginable with UNOS right now.
Ray then hoists Daniels onto his shoulder and explodes out of the corner with a running powerslam! He then covers her as Nixon begrudgingly begins his count.
Nick Stuart: And Daniels with a DEFIANT kickout, refusing to stay down!
Richard Parker: She’s got spunk, that’s for sure.
Nick Stuart: That spunk might get her killed.
Paxton rises to his knees and looks down at Anna, sadistically. He then takes his right hand and wraps it around her mouth. Anna thrashes wildly as she struggles to breathe through her nose and Nixon is helpless to do a single thing about it. Paxton smiles as he quickly removes his hand, holding his hands up as if he didn’t do anything.
Paxton looks around at the fans, the mischevious smile plastered across his face, before he puts his right hand over her mouth again. Daniels thrashes again, slamming her forearm into his hand repeatedly to no avail. Ray slowly rises to his feet, allowing Anna to breathe again, before yanking her off the mat and whipping her into the ropes. As she rebounds towards him, he lifts her off the mat and holds her for a moment before connecting with a sidewalk slam in the center of the ring.
Ray then gets back up to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a knee across Anna’s face only for The Muse to roll out of the way at the last second. Paxton lands on his left knee and grimaces from the shock to his system. Anna quickly rolls back, using her momentum and speed to slam the point of her boot across his face.
Nick Stuart: And Anna Daniels starting to fight back here!
Richard Parker: Well, that’s good. She needed to do something or else we were going to have to order her casket before the end of the show.
Nick Stuart: Anna now getting to her feet, wiping as much blood as she can on her shirt sleeve, and just bounced off the ropes before smashing her knee into the face of the Bayou Butcher! Paxton rocks back —
Richard Parker: Fall over, you bastard.
Nick Stuart: And Anna bounces off the ropes again before connecting with another flying knee to his face, sending the Lafayette Bruiser to the mat.
Anna is right back up to her feet, shaking the cobwebs out of her head before she bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across the throat of the Intense Champion. Paxton immediately wraps his hands around his throat, in agony, but Anna — having felt pure brutality from Paxton minutes ago — is more than willing to dish it back out. She stomps away at his hands before bouncing off the ropes again and dropping another knee across his throat!
Paxton rolls away from Anna before pushing himself up to his feet. Anna comes flying off the ropes and connects with a running knee that catches Paxton in the chest. Ray stumbles back into the ropes as Anna gets up to her feet. She slams her boot into the back of Paxton’s hamstring repeatedly until he drops to one knee. She grabs him by the back of his head and drapes him across the middle rope, neck pressing into it. She then bounces off the ropes again and launches herself across his back and driving his trachea and windpipe into the braided metallic rope.
Nick Stuart: And it looks like Anna is more than willing to dish out the same type of damage that we just saw Paxton doing.
Richard Parker: When you are in the ring with a man who is willing to paralyze a man who helped him in the most desperate time of his life, you have to be willing to do the same thing back. Paxton Ray has no limits and if you step in with limits of your own, you might as well be asking for him to break you in half.
Paxton slumps to the mat as Anna punts him in the ribcage for good measure, which sends him rolling out of the ring and to the floor below. Anna watches as Paxton rises to his feet, coughing and rubbing his throat in the process. Daniels then launches herself over the top rope and connects with a plancha on Paxton, sending him crashing back to the mat. Anna, pain wracking her body, fights back to her feet and hops onto the ring apron. She watches as Paxton gets up to his feet and she rushes at him before connecting with a spike hurricanrana!
Richard Parker: That’s one way to try and break someone’s neck.
Nick Stuart: Anna is taking it right to Paxton Ray and the fans here in Denver are EATING IT UP!
Richard Parker: And just a reminder, this match is no disqualification, falls count anywhere. We might end up at the Garden of the Gods before this thing is over.
Anna muscles her way back up to her feet and stomps away at the neck and throat of Paxton Ray, refusing to give him any quarter. She then drags him over to the ringside barricade before using it to launch herself into the air and back down where she drives her knee into the back of his neck. Paxton lies there, motionless, as Anna rolls him back over and goes for the cover as Elvis begins his count.
Nick Stuart: And it’s going to take more than that to take out Paxton Ray and cause him to lose his Intense Title.
Richard Parker: If I might suggest, a car, going eighty miles an hour, might just do the trick.
Nick Stuart: Well, I don’t think you’re wrong, but I think we’d like some natural limits to things and I think that falls outside of those limits.
Richard Parker: Well, fine. If you’re going to take all of the fun out of it.
Anna rises to her feet and plants her boot into the back of Paxton’s skull. The first shot is short and stiff. She stands there for a moment, looking down at Paxton before proceeding to stomp away as if she’s playing whack-a-mole with the back of Paxton’s skull. She then flips Paxton over and proceeds to put that on repeat until Paxton grabs her boot in mid-kick. She tries to yank her foot away, but Paxton holds onto it as he rises to his feet before pulling her into him, wrapping his hand around her throat, and lifts her into the air before chokeslamming her across the barricade.
Richard Parker: Daniels might need medical attention!
Nick Stuart: She is just lying there on the barricade as Nixon is checking on her, but you can tell that blow took a lot out of her.
Richard Parker: You think?! That bastard just tried to break her!
Nick Stuart: Takes more than that to keep Daniels down.
Paxton pushes Anna over the barricade and into the area where the fans were sitting a moment ago. Anna lands on her knees, her body beaten and battered. Paxton climbs over the barricade and slams his boot into the small of the Time Lord’s back. Anna flattens out from the shot, but Paxton reaches down and pulls her up by the back of her trousers before connecting with a side slam through a row of chairs that the fans have vacated.
Paxton looks out at the fans and his evil smile returns before he reaches down and yanks Anna back to her feet before planting his boot into her midsection and goes for a powerbomb on her. He holds her up there for a while, long enough for Anna to gather her wits about her and slips behind Paxton. He turns around and is met with a stiff elbow across his face, dropping him to one knee. She immediately follows up with a stiff knee to the face that sends him stumbling into the chairs.
Nick Stuart: Well, Paxton Ray would do better to not underestimate his opponent.
Richard Parker: I mean, he’s sitting in the chair. What is this, a smoke break?!
Anna grabs a steel chair that Paxton isn’t sitting in, folds it up, and drills the edge of it into the chest and sternum of the Intense Champion. Paxton roars in pain. Anna winds up and goes to crack the chair across his face, but Paxton gets his boot up and drills the chair back into the face of the challenger. Anna stumbles backwards, dropping the chair in the process, and Paxton explodes out of his seated position and clotheslines her over the barricade.
Richard Parker: Make up your mind! Do you want to fight her in the crowd? In the ring? On the roof of the building?
Nick Stuart: Don’t give him any ideas because I could definitely see him doing just that.
Richard Parker: Fair enough.
Anna makes her way up to her knees and tries to get away from Paxton, but he reaches around and grabs her by the chin before bringing her up to her feet. He then drills his forearm into the back of her neck. Anna stumbles forward. Paxton follows behind her and goes to grab her again, but Anna fires back with a stiff elbow to his face that stuns the Lafayette Bruiser. Anna then connects with a spinning back heel kick that drops Paxton to one knee. Anna follows that up with an enziguri that sends the Bayou Butcher face first into the floor.
Nick Stuart: Anna Daniels has been taking it to Paxton Ray all match long and her grit and tenacity has been on display.
Richard Parker: That’s all good and well, but it just takes one moment from Paxton Ray to finish everything. She needs to figure out something, and I would dare say she needs to do it fast, before Paxton manages to connect with a Lafayette Lullaby.
Anna turns Paxton over and mounts him, drilling fist after fist into his face until his hands shoot up and wrap themselves around the throat of Daniels. Anna slams her fist repeatedly across the massive forearms of Paxton, but to no avail. Paxton slowly gets up and he rag dolls her into the side of the ring, her body colliding violently with it. Anna struggles to her knees, but Paxton punts her across the face. Anna rolls onto her back and Paxton stands above her before climbing onto the ring apron. He lines Anna up before dropping an elbow off the ring apron across her sternum. He then quickly goes for the cover.
Nick Stuart: And Anna JUST manages to get her shoulder up.
Richard Parker: She can’t take too many more strikes like that. It’s a miracle that Paxton didn’t manage to collapse a lung or something.
Paxton makes his way up to his feet and drags Anna up with him before connecting with a forearm shot that drops Anna to one knee. Paxton grabs her and immediately connects with a butterfly suplex. The velocity of Paxton’s move sends her skidding across the floor and into the ringside barricade. She reaches up and grabs the ringside barricade, trying to bring herself up to her feet, but is struggling to do so. Paxton walks over and stomps his boot across the back of her skull, sending her back to the mat. Paxton then dislodges the ringside barricade and lifts it into the air before crashing it down across her back.
Nick Stuart: The pure brutality from Paxton Ray there.
Richard Parker: And you just know he loves every moment of it. This is what he lives for.
Nick Stuart: That he does and he is dragging Anna back up to her feet and just slammed her face into the ringside barricade! When does it end?
Richard Parker: When he pins her, I guess.
She drops to both knees, but Paxton yanks her back up to her feet before connecting with a discus elbow! Anna drops like a sack of potatoes as Paxton puts a boot on her chest and Nixton begrudgingly begins his count.
Paxton chuckles as he looks at Elvis before reaching down and grabbing Anna off of the ground. He smacks her around a bit before he hoists her into the air, but instead of connecting with the Lafayette Lullaby, Anna manages to reverse it into a DDT that spikes Paxton into the floor! Paxton pops back up, stunned from the shot and trying to get his bearings, but Anna moves to her knes and connects with a low blow that drops Paxton to his knees.
Nick Stuart: Anna turning the tables on Paxton!
Richard Parker: Turning the tables? She might have ended his manhood!
Nick Stuart: You sound excited about that?
Richard Parker: For Paxton? We should’ve castrated him a while ago.
Anna, painfully, gets to her feet and walks over to the ringside barricade where she grabs a steel chair. She folds it up, turns towards Paxton, and unloads like she’s going for a home run across the face of Paxton Ray.
Paxton rocks back from the shot, his eyes glassing over. Anna winds up once again and goes for another chair to the face.
Paxton takes the shot before leaning forward and his head hitting the floor. Anna shakes her head and lifts Paxton back up to a kneeling position. She then throws the chair at Paxton, who instinctively catches it. She then connects with a Brazilian Kick, driving the chair into his face. He collapses onto the floor.
Nick Stuart: INTERROBANG!
Richard Parker: Paxton looks OUT!
Anna rolls him onto his back before going for the cover as the fans count along with Elvis’ count.
DING DING DING
Nick Stuart: ANNA DANIELS PULLED IT OFF! SHE CONQUERED THE LAFAYETTE BRUISER!
Richard Parker: GOOD! Now fire him!
Vince Howard: Your winner…
Anna rolls off of Paxton, physically and visibly exhausted. She slowly sits up as Elvis helps her to her feet.
Vince Howard: AND NEW!
The fans in Denver are now on their feet, cheering Anna on.
Vince Howard: INTENSE CHAMPION! ANNA! DANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIELS!
Elvis then hands her the Intense Title before raising her arm in victory. As she raises the arm, her face grimaces from the pain she is experiencing, but she pushes through it before walking up the ramp. Her eyes scan the crowd, filled with shirts and merchandise sold from the PRIMEmporium.
Nick Stuart: Talk about an intense two shows! We have a new Universal, Five-Star, and Intense Champion!
Richard Parker: Somehow, ol Montgomery Byrnes is the only one that has successfully defended his title.
Nick Stuart: And that could change all again at ReVival 29 or Tropical Turmoil. The competition in PRIME is that high! But tonight, right now, is all about our new Intense Champion, Anna Daniels!
Richard Parker: Surreal, and much deserved.
She makes her way to the top of the ramp and looks out at everyone, dried blood on her face, bruises on her torso, but as she lifts the Intense Title over her head, she knows its all worth it.
Nick Stuart: For Richard Parker, I’m Nick Stuart and this has been ReVival 28! We will see you in two weeks time for ReVival 29, live from Albuquerque, New Mexico!
Richard Parker: Albuquerque?! Fu—