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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:04:35 GMT -5
We cut to the announce desk where Kylie Moore is seated with Trey Graham and Case Mitchell. Kylie and Trey are all smiles as Case is a little indifferent. Trey: Welcome everyone to the countdown to Trinity's first pay per view, THE BIG TIME! We are here in the famed Staples Center and what a show we have for you tonight! Thomas Snow defends his Trinity World Title against Lex Collins! Case: We also have a feud that has been intense coming to a head as New York CruZe defends his Nomad Title against Terra Walker in a Last Person Standing Match! Trey: Five men will enter only one will climb the ladder and be the Television Champion as Duncan Aries defends against Pasha, Benjamin John Beaufort, Persephone, and Solomon Graham. Case: Lissie Hope, Action Wrestling's Miss All In, has a score to settle with Claire Hawkins and they will settle it in a Trinity Wrestling ring! Trey: Speaking of Action. A HUGE double debut as "Action" Jack Jackson takes on Noah Graham. Case: Four competitors will Fight for their Right as Kalma Valkyrie, Melancholy, Pandora, and Phoenix all step between the ropes! Trey: We also have a HUGE battle royal as it is open we do not know who will be in it. Kylie smirks as she speaks. Kylie: That being said are you all ready for a HUGE announcement concerning our NEXT pay per view event? October 15, 2019 Trinity Wrestling will be LIVE from Madison Square Garden in New York for BAD MOON RISING! With that the tron illuminates and the following poster is seen. As the following song plays with it. Trey: YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS! Madison Square Garden.. We coming for you... The feed cuts to the reception area of the arena, where one of the Trinity receptionist is hard at work behind her desk – or at least looks like she is. For all anyone knows, she could be browsing Instagram. Whatever it is she is doing, it is cut short a moment later, as raised voices are heard from off camera: VOICE: Bruh...go ask that lady! Go ask her! A moment later, three men are seen walking into frame, striking markedly different first impressions. Two of them – one tall and black, the other paunchy and Eastern European in appearance – are in expensively cut two-piece suits, while the third, a young Caucasian male, looks far more casual in a Tom Brady Patriots football jersey and faded jeans. The receptionist studies each of them in turn for a few moments, before gracing them with her most professional smile: RECEPTIONIST: Can I help y'all? This prompts the black man to step forward, his smile matching the receptionist's for vibrancy and charm: MAN: Sorry, Miss...we just got a li'l lost. Could you show me where the bathroom is? The receptionist grins again. RECEPTIONIST: Sure. Through here, down the hall, last door on the left. The man, however, does not seem totally at ease: MAN: Ma'am...don't mean to impose on you...but can you show me? Still smiling and perfectly willing to help, the receptionist stands up, turning her back to point down the hallway. This, apparently, is what the other two newcomers had been waiting for, as the younger one slips something onto the seat the woman had been occupying until just a moment previously. He and the stockier of the two suited men can then be seen elbowing each other and stifling giggles, as the receptionist – her instructions made clear and her job done – whirls back around and resumes her seat... ...only for a loud blowing noise to emit from underneath her! Blushing furiously crimson, the receptionist immediately stands up again, glowering daggers at the three men as she gives them a piece of her mind. RECEPTIONIST: S'pose y'all think this is funny...! The men, however, hardly seem fazed by her reaction, the only acknowledgement coming from the youngest one, who calmly places a hand on the woman's shoulder, smirking as he quips: BOY: You just got BLADED, yo! Sorry, not sorry! The youngster then promptly proceeds to dab, adding insult to injury and leaving the receptionist even more flustered than before. The sound of the three men's laughter as they step off-camera and begin to make their way down the hall is the last sound viewers hear before the camera pans away from the receptionist's still-flushing face to elsewhere in the arena...
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:05:29 GMT -5
As Panic! at the Disco finishes up we cut to the ring where Kylie Moore stands. She speaks excitedly.
Kylie: Give it up one more time for Panic! at the Disco! We have indeed made it to the big time. The next match is the Open House Battle Royal and I am here to say.. the winner will be the next in line for a Television Title match live next week on SIN!
The fans cheer as we prepare for the match.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:05:38 GMT -5
We return to ringside, where eight combatants await.
Trey: And what a way to kick things off, with an eight-person Come As You Are battle royal!
Case: Who the hell are all these new people?
Trey: We have two debuting tonight in this match...Princess Madwoman, from a family of wrestling legends...
Case: ...and that Ryder Blade guy seemed like he might be all right. But I don't know about anyone else...
Trey: Well, Frank "Hanger" Lowe is in there...
Case: Oh, he's cool too.
Trey: We also have Trapson in there, the newcomer Jago, Nightshade is in there too...I see "Awesome" Alex Scott in there too...
Case: Who the fuck is dressed up like the Gimp from fuckin' Pulp Fiction?
Trey: According to my notes, that is "The Fallen XCIX"
Case: Wonder what happened to the first ninety-eight.
Trey: He's got 99 problems, and 7 of them are in this match!
The bell rings out of nowhere, prompting all seven of The Fallen XCIX's opponents to immediately gang on them, throwing them out almost as soon as the bell finished echoing.
Trey: Well, that escalated quickly.
Case: RAPE DUNGEON OF DOOM!
Trey: That was uncalled for...
Case: Yeah, I know. I read the script they sent in for it.
The action stays red-hot, with Alex Scott finding himself catapulted over the top rope by a Nightshade big boot. Everyone pairs off, going to a nearby corner in a struggle for leverage.
Case: Jesus Christ! Two eliminations in ten seconds!
Trey: Well, you've got a lot of people in this thing who want to prove themselves!
Case: I'm afraid to sneeze and miss half the match!
Trey: You will not miss half the match if you sneeze...
During Trey and Case' banter, Nightshade has Jago by the throat, and shoves him over the top rope.
Case: DUDE! Shut up! You're distracting me from the match! Look! Someone else got thrown out!
Trey: Well, it looks like everyone else is doing just fine...
Nightshade charges at Princess Madwoman, who pulls the top rope down to send Nightshade tumbling to the outside.
Case: Listen, I am about to unplug your god damn headset if one more person gets eliminated in the next ten seconds!
Ryder Blade backdrops Trapson over the ropes...
Case: All right. Where's the jack?
...but Trapson does a headstand, holding onto the top rope!
Trey: Hold on! Trapson's still in this!
The crowd is in awe at Trapson's agility, and cheers when he drops his feet back down into the ring. Ryder Blade lifts on Frank Lowe's legs, trying to flip him up and over the ropes. Lowe hits him with a short right, preventing the elimination attempt. Blade takes a couple of steps out of the corner, but ducks a Frank Lowe clothesline...and Lowe runs right into a toe kick from Trapson!
Trapson: SHA-MONE!
Trey: He's going for the Moonwalk DDT!
Trapson does the moonwalk, kicks his feet out...and hits nothing but mat!
Trey: Frank Lowe breaks out at the last minute!
Meanwhile, Ryder Blade shoves Princess Madwoman into the corner, holding her in. Trapson ducks a right hand from Frank Lowe, doing a split.
Case: Ten seconds is up, you can throw him out now...
Trapson tries to rise, but Hanger beats him to the point, grabbing both of his legs.
Trey: Uh-oh...look out!
Frank Lowe hits a "Lowe" Blow, nailing Trapson in the groin (which is legal in this match.)
Case: Right in the pop rocks!
Trapson sits up, clutching his jewels. Frank Lowe stands back up, turning around to face Ryder Blade and Princess Madwoman. Blade whips Madwoman out of the corner, who runs straight into Frank. Frank takes one step back, while the much smaller Madwoman is sent back into the waiting arms of Ryder Blade...
Trey: Uh-oh...look out!
Case: This doesn't look good...
The crowd gasps loud as the buckles snap.
Trey: RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!!
Princess is limp against the corner. Blade pops back out, pointing at Frank Lowe and daring him to come get some.
Case: I TOLD YOU RYDER BLADE WAS MY DUDE!
Frank Lowe looks right back at him....just as the lights go out!
Case: WE ARE ONE MATCH IN AND THE FUCKERY STARTS?
A familar girl's laugh is heard over the PA, almost mimicing Trapson's laugh. When the lights come back on, everyone is standing (except for Princess, who is pulling herself there.)
Trey: That sounded a lot like Haven...hey! Wait a minute!
A huge running knee from Ryder Blade sends an unsuspecting Trapson flying back, where he hits the ropes and his feet kick over his head from the momentum.
Case: BLADE! RUNNER! THIS IS MY PICK RIGHT HERE!
Trapson hits the mats outside. Frank Lowe and Ryder Blade stare each other down in the ring, before both turning to face Princess Madwoman...
Trey: IT'S GRAHAM CLAUSON!
Clauson walks briskly down the ramp, not saying a word or lifting a finger. Everyone in the ring turns to face the ramp as the crowd cheers.
Case: I know he's not here for the battle royal...
Clauson makes it down to ringside. Ryder Blade just waves him off, and Frank Lowe sneers at him. Princess Madwoman seems a bit unsure. Lowe and Ryder collide, throwing punches at one another. Madwoman looks down at Clauson, who points back at the ring.
Trey: Do these two know each other?
Case: I don't know, maybe...? We got a battle royal going on here!
Blade and Lowe push back and forth...but Frank Lowe gets the upper hand, knocking Ryder back to the ropes. He whips Ryder off, and when he returns goes to hiptoss Ryder over. Ryder hangs on, and stays on the apron...
Trey: Frank Lowe thinks he has Ryder's number...
Frank Lowe turns around - right into Princess' Swan Kick!
Trey: SWAN KICK!
Frank Lowe collides into Ryder, who hits the floor...but Frank is still in this!
Case: Gotta hit 'em harder than that...
Princess hits Lowe with a second Swan Kick...
Lowe falls back...
Lowe's arms go over the ropes...
Lowe flips back...his feet come back to the mat...THIRD SWAN KICK!
Trey: PRINCESS MADWOMAN WINS THE OPEN HOUSE!
Case: She had to kick Frank Lowe in the face three fucking times, but she did it! She did it, Trey!
The bell rings. Princess hits her knees, holding her face in her hands for a moment before the ring official raises her hand. Graham Clauson watches from ringside, silently, as Ryder Blade yells "BULLSHIT DOOKIE!" to the crowd as they heckle him.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:05:56 GMT -5
“Коробейники” as sung by the Red Army Choir plays out the largest wrestler in the world, Pasha, who seems to have an entourage of about twenty kids of varying age. Each one is wearing a gray shirt and fuzzy ushanka hat while they follow him like happy little ducklings. From the rear tags along the gruffy yet joyful disposition of his bard, Bohdan, playing the infamous Tetris theme on his accordion.
Trey: I don’t what to make of this, but it seems our beloved Pasha has a flock.
Case: You’re asking me? It’s in Russian. It could be communistic for all we know.
Trey: Unlikely, but they’re now filing into the ring. And look and him holding the ropes.
Case: Look… Pasha is holding up the bottom ropes from the floor. Dude is so huge.
After the runt of his little pack is shy about entering, Pasha climbs over the ropes Andre style and takes her up on his shoulders. The audience’s hearts melt as he gathers his troops for an address. A microphone comes his way from Bohdan before his bear paw engulfs the entire thing.
Pasha: We live in a world that needs love. Pasha has done his best to bring that Trinity in every way, from matches to offsite meetings. He learn, he teach and together, he grew with this good company. But not everyone subscribe to the good word of love. If he is to be considered a pillar of Trinity… then he must be more than a competitor. That’s why Pasha and his Bohdan will launch today on the stage of Big Time. Presenting our regiment… Внимание!
Bohdan plays another classical theme on his accordion while their troop assumes rank. Pasha folds his massive arms after passing the microphone over to his loyal comrade.
Bohdan: Do you hereby swear to love all people?
Kids: Да!
Bohdan: Do you pledge to be good to your family, friends, community and school?
Kids: Да!
Bohdan: Do you live to be a good person, rain or snow, sad or hungry, lost or found?
Kids: Да!
He hands the microphone back to Pasha whose smiling is all but glowing.
Pasha: Then by the power of Pasha and Bohdan, you are all now full members of Cossacks of Kindness. You will be expected to help your neighbors, work hard in school and be nice to your mothers and fathers. Pasha sees many great days ahead. But most of all, this will be the front line to stopping bullying once and for all. Now for that monster, Duncan Aires. We are the good people of this world. You have overstepped with your insults of this, Pasha’s physique. He give you chance to be nice, but you keep fighting the wrong way. Tonight will be your last as Champion of the TVS. Even if Pasha cannot come down with that belt… he make sure you don’t either. Cossacks… далее!
Trey: Huge words from an even larger than life man.
Case: Except he tapped to Duncan Aires. What does he have to fear of this guy?
Trey: I never thought we’d see it… but I think Pasha is mad.
Accordion music plays out their eclectic group with the runt girl still riding up the Starry Plough looking super, duper cute. The awws and dawws play them to the back.
Trey: Cute or not, Pasha just laid down a gauntlet. One big one at that.
Case: Maybe, but will it be enough to keep Aires from retaining?
Trey: Maybe, maybe not, but this match just got a little more difficult. We’ll find out later tonight when Aires puts his title on the line against Pasha, among others, in ladder match.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:06:06 GMT -5
All four competitors -- Melancholy, the debuting Kalma Valkyrie, and Haven's Phoenix LeStrange and Pandora -- are in the ring, ready for battle.
Alara Miles: The following match is a Fight For Your Right match!
Case: Single-elimination with a special added stipulation, Trey!
Trey: You're right, Case. The first fall is for your job! Loser Leaves Trinity!
The referee given the tough job of mediating the madness that is about to ensue calls for the bell as all four participants eye one another from opposite sides of the ring. Phoenix leans over into Pandora's ear and whispers something, and Kalma Valkyrie, who's closest to the two, definitely notices. She loses focus for just a split second, which allows Melancholy to begin the action by running at Valkyrie and delivering a huge lariat, sending Valkyrie over the top rope! Melancholy looks down at the apron at the fallen Valkyrie, surveying the damage and follows it up with a kick to her ribs. This allows Phoenix to slam a couple of kicks into Melancholy's back, following it up with a spinning heel kick.
Valkyrie gets to her feet and runs at Pandora, looking for a lariat of her own, but she ducks underneath and drops Valkyrie with a drop toe hold, her neck bouncing off the bottom rope. Melancholy, already to her feet, jumps up and lands a legdrop over the back of Valkyrie’s neck, and she grabs her throat in agony! Quick dropkick by Pandora, and Melancholy is bracing herself in the corner as Phoenix delivers a flying clothesline to Melancholy. Pandora wants in the action and begins delivering corner slaps to the chest! Phoenix and Pandora exchange blows on Melancholy, but Valkyrie comes up behind them, grabbing them both by their head, and slams both of their heads together! Both Phoenix and Pandora fall to the mat, as Melancholy stumbles out of the corner. Valkyrie then slams Melancholy down with a huge spinebuster!
But she doesn’t notice the two Haven members standing behind her, dropping her with a double superkick!
Case: Kalma Valkyrie is seeing stars right about now!
Trey: Haven came into this match with a built-in advantage, and they’re certainly taking advantage of it.
Valkyrie is downed and Pandora decides to make a cover!
1…
2…
...but Valkyrie gets a shoulder up!
Melancholy has regained her composure and strikes with a pair of right hands to Phoenix, and Pandora is having none of it. She drops Melancholy down with a dropkick. Phoenix pulls Valkyrie up and tries an irish whip, but Valkyrie pulls her in and delivers a sidewalk slam! Phoenix rolls around the ring in pain as Kalma thinks about making the cover, but turns her attention to Pandora instead. She pulls her up by arm and deliver a stringing right hand right over her temple, sending her back a few steps. She tries another, but Pandora dodges underneath, and enziguri’s a recovering Melancholy!
Case: Wow! Seamless transition there! Melancholy can’t seem to catch a break!
Trey: You’re right, Case, she was just getting to her feet and got pelted with a boot.
Melancholy rises slowly and Phoenix gets her in position for a suplex, but Melancholy reverses with an elbow to his midsection, followed by a series of shin kicks. Melancholy tries to lift her into a scoop slam but Phoenix counters into a DDT!
Phoenix whips Kalma to the ropes and Pandora is lying in wait, pulling the top rope down and sending Valkyrie sprawling to the mat below!
Case: Uh oh, Trey! Melancholy is in no man’s land now!
Trey: This looks like the end of the road for her.
Pandora pulls Melancholy up and drops her with a russian leg sweep, while Phoenix LeStrange has climbed the top ropes. And liftoff, ASHES TO ASHES, the 630 Splash landing perfectly on her sternum!
The cover!
1…
2…
3!!!
Case: And that’s ball-game folks! Melancholy is gone from Trinity Wrestling!
Trey: She had a really impressive debut in the initial battle royal, but just could never get it going after that.
Case: We wish her the best of luck.
Trey: But this one isn’t over yet, folks.
Trey: But this one isn’t over yet, folks.
The lights in the arena go out. When they come back up all three women are gone.
Trey: Wha... Where did they go?
Case: I don't know. All we know is that Melancholy has been FIRED from Trinity Wrestling.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:06:21 GMT -5
We open backstage, in the locker room area, where we see the back of one Duncan Aries, the crowd booing before he even turns around as we see the back of his t-shirt with a word bubble with the contents “WHERE’S MY WORLD TITLE SHOT?” Aries turns as the boos intensify, the Trinity Television Title slung over his right shoulder, a smirk, his eyes covered by a pair of olive tinted Aviator shades.
Duncan Aries: “Nice to see you too, fucktards in the audience.”
The man is just egging them on, laughing nonchalantly.
“If you don’t mind, I’d just like a moment of your time, more so the time of our inept, incompetent management. You see, people, tonight, well tonight could very well be the greatest injustice of our lifetime. A company so hellbent at keeping a man my caliber of talent, my passion for sharing inconvenient truths with the masses, has sent not one, not two, but four mercenaries after THE MOST prestigious championship in this shithole of a company. Keep in mind, this is a shithole company I’m trying to rebuild in my greatness, make it must see pro wrestling, despite the lackluster roster around me, the crown jewel of Trinity Wrestling.”
Aries stands, revealing the “FUCK TRINITY WRESTLING” front of the shirt, taking a deep breath.
“So tonight I am humbly asking you, the people of Trinity Wrestling, the audience here in attendance, and everybody watching at home, join me, the good guy in this particular situation..”
The crowd boos, Aries clears his throat.
“Like I said, the good guy in this situation, join me as together we overthrow the vile, evil, inept, stupid, useless Trinity management, as they try to rob me, and thus rob you, of the greatest gift the wrestling gods could give this shitstain excuse for a wrestling promotion. Only an enemy such as Trinity Wrestling, simply hating the words of truth flowing from these gorgeous lips, would put me, the hero in this story, against odds so stacked, so ludicrous, I don’t even have to be pinned or made to submit in order to lose my beloved Television Title. In fact, I don’t have to be involved at all. Instead, as man like myself, who has more than earned a World Title shot through hardwork, blood, sweat, and tears, these imbeciles simply have to climb a ladder and retrieve a championship.”
Aries stands atop the locker room bench, holding his right hand to his heart.
“There is no conspiracy. It’s all out there in the open. Trinity Wrestling management has a personal vendetta against its one true star, and that’s a shame. But don’t you worry, because together, we will stand up to the oppression, declare to them “Aries, my Aries!” and shove this shitshow right up their zombie whore and useless general manager scrawny asses, respectively. Admit it, kiddos, you need me."
Tonight, foes, you’re welcome for the relevancy.”
With a sly grin, Aries jumps off the bench and saunters off with a whistle to more boos from the crowd.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:06:37 GMT -5
Alara Miles is in the ring.
Alara: The following contest is a LADDER MATCH and is for the TELEVISION TITLE!
The fans are on their feet.
“Better than You” by Backronym starts to play. After the third “anything you can do, I can do better” plays, Benjamin John Beaufort walks through the curtain with a huge grin on his face. He is wearing his patient Giant Vintage Flippo sunglasses, his Carolina blue and white scarf with his Carolina blue Lauren Ralph Lauren sports coat.
The crowd’s boos fill the arena. BJB flips his Flippo’s up and slowly walks down the aisle. As he gets closer to the ring, he stops and watches a little kid put his thumbs down and boo loudly at him. Benjamin mouths “Better than You” while pointing at the kid. He then proceeds to the ring. He does a light jog up the stairs then enters the ring. He spins into the middle of the ring while taking off his sunglasses. He gives the crowd one last big smile as he takes his sports coat off. BJB getting ready for his match.
Alara: Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina. He is "Better than You" BENJAMIN JOHN BEAUFORT!
The fans are booing like crazy.
Trey: In his debut Benjamin John Beaufort won an opportunity to be in this match.
Case: He has impressed me. He will be a wildcard in this match up. No offense to the Wildcard Duncan Aries of course.
Shiny Happy People hits the PA system as Persephone wanders out onto the stage, with a familiar glazed look in her eyes as she bows her head and dances to her music with a carefree smile quasi-dancing down to the ring, ignoring all of the crowd noise as she slides into the ring but stays on the mat before slowly getting on her knees and looking up to the heavens still dancing tossing her hair back and forward as if testifying to a higher power looking like she's in some kind of rapture before getting up her feet awkwardly hugging the ref and placing her multi coloured necklaces lovingly in the corner
Alara: Next up, from St Louis, Missouri, she is the White Rabbit... and former Television Champion... PERSEPHONE!!!
Trey: Persephone is the first ever Trinity Wrestling Television Champion. She is trying her best to becoem the first ever TWO time Television Champion.
Case: What has Persephone ever done to deserve to be in this match. She was handed this. Everyone else had to win a match to get here.
“Lanayru Sand Sea” plays and after the 52 second intro is finished and the song kicks in, out from the curtain comes Solomon Graham, to a chorus of boos. We see that Solomon has a roll of white hockey tape in his left hand. He puts his hands on his hips before sighing and shaking his head at the booing. He then proceeds to take a strip of tape from the roll and wrap his right wrist up in tape. After wrapping it in about five layers of tape, he then turns it diagonally and proceeds to also wrap his knuckles in tape as well, all the while slowly and methodically walking towards the ring. He then bites the tape in two, wrapping the strip still connected to the roll back on and wrapping the strip attached to him around the knuckle, before driving his right hand directly into his open left hand and walking to the ring, on the way stopping to taunt the fans and give them shit. He climbs the ring apron and wipes his feet on the mat. He then steps into the ring, gets into his corner and waits for his opponent.
Alara: Next up, wrestling out of Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada. He is SOLOMON GRAHAM!
Trey: Solomon Graham has very quickly risen up the card and is a future star of this company.
Case: Yeah but what the hell has he done to deserve this?
Trey: He beat Jago.
Case: Who?
Trey: Jag..
Case: Don't answer that!
A huge firework streaks across the arena before exploding at the entrance ramp. Pasha emerges and strikes a powerful pose.
Alara: Entering high up from the Caucasus Mountains… weighing 550 pounds… accompanied by his loyal bard, Bohdan… he is “The Starry Plough,” Pasha!
Pasha walks to the ring with long, mighty strides before arriving at the apron. Pasha then pulls himself to the ropes, where he lets his cape drop into his trusty bard’s hands below. He then enters rings spinning with his arms held out straight to a sprinkling of multi-colored sparks above the ring. Pasha goes to his corner ready to crush whomever stand across from him.
Trey: The Big Russian...
Case interrupts Trey.
Case: Crybaby! Big Russian Crybaby. He should be dominating this company and instead he is at the bottom of the card.
The challengers are all in the ring awaiting the champion.
As the opening of "MayDay" by Digital Summer plays, ice blue light fills the entrance way as a denim jacket clad Duncan Aries has his back to us. He spins around, arms crossed, head cocked in a grin under Aviator shades.
He strides to the ring, paying no mind to the crowd, walking the apron and yelling out "BECAUSE I'M DUNCAN ARIES, THAT'S WHY!" before entering the ring and spinning around absorbing the mixed reaction from the crowd, sliding off his jacket, throwing out his shades, and shadow kick boxing in his corner as his music fades out.
Alara: And their opponent..he is the Trinity Wrestling TELEVISION CHAMPION... DUNCAN ARIES!
The camera pans to the title hanging high above the competitors.
Trey: Well, Case, it is all about that. One of the most prestigious prizes in all of Trinity Wrestling... The Television Title!
Case: Prestigious compared to what?
Trey shakes his head side to side as the five members of the match all scramble to the outside grabbing different ladders. Pasha slides in first and sets up his ladder. The ladder he has is indeed a step ladder. Pasha kicks it and hits Benjamin John Beaufort in the face with it. BJB drops his ladder as the step ladder recoils off the ropes and hits Pasha in the chest. Aries runs at Pasha with his ladder and knocks him to his knees. Persephone hits the ropes and hits a HUGE shining wizard on Pasha knocking him to his back. BJB has recovered and Solomon Graham places his ladder over top of Pasha. Solomon and BJB scramble to up the ladder and begin reaching for the title. Duncan Aries has made his way to the top of his ladder and hits a dropkick on the back of Solomon Graham. As Graham falls off the ladder Pasha uses his strength to lift the ladder off of him knocking Persephone to the outside of the ring.
Trey: How do we keep up with a match like this?
Case: I feel as if Kylie Moore is punishing us giving us all of these multi person matches!
Back in the ring BJB and Duncan Aries are exchanging rights and lefts. Solomon Graham rolls Duncan up from behind.
Trey: Hey... there are no pins..
Case: Give it time.. he is up to something...
Graham rolls through and hits a HUGE german suplex on the champion. He and BJB both look up at the title and struggle to try and climb the ladder. Graham pulls BJB off the ladder and pokes him in the eye. BJB stumbles back and turns around. He is met with a huge headbutt from Pasha. Persephone, who has just recovered, slides back in the ring and hits a superkick on Pasha. Pasha is rocked backwards but is still standing. Persephone hits the ropes and attempts a crossbody but Pasha hits her with a headbutt.
Trey: What a headbutt.
Case: The problem is Pasha seems to be out of sorts.
Back in the ring Aries is seen doing battle with BJB. Aries gains the upper hand and drops BJB with a snap DDT. He stands over BJB and then sees his opportunity. He climbs the ladder and takes his time with a smirk on his face.
Trey: He is going to walk away with this... literally.
Case: NOT SO FAST!
Pasha hits the ropes and clotheslines the ladder over. Duncan lands on the ropes, crotch first. Duncan is, then, met with a dropkick from Persephone. She follows Duncan outside. She grabs a table from under the ring and sets it up in the ring. She wedges a second ladder in the main one. BJB has regained his composure as Pasha begins climbing. BJB climbs up the other side and meets Pasha at the top. They exchange rights and lefts. BJB flips over Pasha and attempts to powerbomb the 500 lb Pasha. Pasha holds on as Persephone runs up the other ladder and wraps her legs around Pasha's neck. She hits a beautiful Frankensteiner as BJB finishes the powerbomb taking Pasha thorough the table. BJB hold his arm as he lays on the ground. Bodies are all around.
Trey: These wrestlers are putting their bodies on the line. Pasha could be seriously injured. BJB may have pulled something. Persephone may have just shortened her career.
Case: For a midcard title...
Aries is the only one up. He struts up the ladder as well. He smirks as he reaches up for the title. He gets his hand on it as Solomon Graham runs up the other ladder and hits a forearm smash to Aries. Aries and Solomon fall to the ground as Persephone makes it back to her feet. She climbs up the ladder and grabs the title. She looks down.
Trey: Persephone is going to win this.
Case: You mean stealing it.
Persephone unhooks the strap and drops down with it as Aries is too late climbing up the ladder. She looks up as Aries looks down at her.
Alara: The winner of the match AND NEW TRINITY WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION.. PERSEPHONE!
We cut to the back.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:06:48 GMT -5
Trey: Man, this show really proves why these Trinity Superstars have reached The Big Time, don't you think, Case?
Case: Yeah, sure, I guess. Not better than me, but I guess.
Trey: You want to prove that to the fans?
Case: I have nothing to prove, Trey. I'm retired.
Suddenly, the arena darkens, and the titantron lights up. It displays what looks to be space travel. Light speed reaching into the milky way. It gets closer to the solar system. It reaches Earth, and zooms in closely. The titantron feed cuts, leaving the arena in darkness for a few moments.
Case: What the hell was that?
Trey: Well, this seems similar to a few social media posts that caught the attention of a few Trinity Superstars, but there isn't much context to it. Maybe tonight adds to that.
The lights turn a deep indigo color, followed by "Tetris" by DJ Dahi playing through the PA system. The crowd goes ELECTRIC!
Trey: Hold on… it can't be! She isn't signed here!
Case: You mean that alien chick? What's her name again?
Trey: L Verez! No one's heard from her since she was released from Action Wrestling! Could she really be here in Trinity!?
Case: I hope not. We have enough weirdos as it is.
The crowd await her appearance, but just before the beat drops, the music stops, and the arena darkens once again.
Case: Are we being Punk'd?
Trey: Maybe someone from the production crew lost a bet.
This time, the arena is filled with a deep blue color. "ARMAGEDDON" by Marc Jungermann plays, leaving the fans and commentary team confused. That is, until the beat drops, and strobe lights surround the stage, showing a much different figure than people anticipated. Case: Who is that? She looks way hotter than that alien chick we mentioned before.
Trey: I'm not entirely sure, Case, but it definitely isn't L Verez.
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newest member of the Trinity Wrestling roster. She is the "Quasonic Disruptor" … eeeeeeNaiiiiT!
eNaiT is on the stage, taking in the uproar of boos from everyone that wanted to see L Verez. She looks at everyone raising the Positive vibes salute that is usually done by L Verez. She raises one of her own, only to punch it down, before marching down the ramp.
Case: e-Who? Qua-wha? This isn't a different alien, is it?
Trey: By the sounds of it, and the way she just mocked L, I would say so. Looks like our roster became "Not of this World."
Case: Don't make me barf.
She grabs a mic before getting into the ring. She laughs as the music stops. The lighting is still mostly blue, except for the spotlight over her. She takes a moment to bask in the wave of boos.
eNaiT: You all thought dear old L Seven was going to come back, didn't you?
They boo even louder, which makes her laugh even more.
Trey: I guess this eNaiT isn't too fond of L.
Case: I don't know who's worse.
eNaiT: Well, guess what? You're all better off not having her anywhere near Trinity Wrestling. I'm here to protect you ALL from her.
They begin to boo over her talking. She sits cross-legged, similar to L, and taps the mic on her chin.
eNaiT: The longer you guys boo, the longer I'll be here. I will cancel this damned event if I have to.
The crowd boo, and some even throw garbage at her. She laughs even louder.
eNaiT: None of you know L the way I know her! I know her darkest secrets.
The crowd stops booing. Instead, they let out an audible "oooooh."
eNaiT: She used to be my friend. My closest friend! Until…
She pauses. The crowd get restless.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!
eNaiT: You really want to know the truth? The whole truth?
Crowd: YES!
eNaiT: You want to know exactly why I despise L Seven?
Crowd: YES!
eNait puts her head down, and thinks to herself.
Case: This is a waste of time!
Trey: Shh! I'm interested!
eNaiT laughs maniacally before finally raising her head back up.
eNaiT: Nah. Not yet. You'll all learn in due time why L Seven is the last person you all want as a role model, or a protector.
She chuckles while the mic drops. Her music plays as she leaves the arena in a myriad of boos and trash being thrown at her.
Crowd: WE WANT VEREZ! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP! WE WANT VEREZ! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP! WE WANT VEREZ! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!
Case: Bullshit! She could have done anything for her debut, but instead, she wants to be a child. I hate aliens.
Trey: There's obviously a motive for eNaiT. I guess time will tell whether or not she actually decided to spill the tea about L Verez. Until then, the Big Time has more action incoming!
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:07:01 GMT -5
“Ridin’ Solo” hits and after the short intro, out comes Noah Graham, who does his best to pump up the crowd. On his way to the ring, he slaps the hands of the fans and occasionally autographs a fan’s sign (or some sort of memorabilia). He then leaps onto the apron, wipes his feet on the mat and steps through the ropes. Then he gets into his corner and awaits his opponent. Alara Miles: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angelas, California…. Weighing 201 pounds… NOAAAAAH GRAAAAAAHAM!!! The lights in the arena go out as all focus goes towards the titentron Where we see, the image of the Statue of Liberty standing majestically before it’s covered by a super-imposed waving American flag that takes up the whole screen, with a Bald Eagle super-imposed over that…. Stood in front of both is “ACTION” Jack Jackson, staring into the distance, looking proud, and saluting….and superimposed in front of all that is the image of the same man staring out to the crowd, eyes wide, muscles straining in sheer intensity as he screams “AMERRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCAAAAAA”-BOOM- Red White and Blue pyro explodes on the stage as a totally original, totally not like any other song you might have heard before begins to play AM-ERI-CA
AM-ERI-CA
“Action” Jack Jackson, explodes on to the stage in all his red white and blue baby oily glory screaming out “OH YEAH BABY!” encouraging the fans to sing along with the greatest theme song in wrestling today as he storms down the ramp, INTENSELY as he embraces the crowd’s love. Women faint. Men cry. An old cripple war vet for the first time in thirty years stands up from his wheelchair , just to salute Action Jack Jackson. He eventually gets up, leaps over the top rope athletically as he flexes one more time… ...for America. Alara Miles: And his opponent, from the magestic Rocky Mountains… weighing 290 pounds… “ACTIONNNNN”... JACKKKKK…. JACKSOOOOOON!!! Trey: The fans are behind both of these guys tonight, Case! They just love taking a look at new talent! Case: They’re characters, that’s for sure. Don’t we have enough nationalism with Pasha roaming the halls? The referee stands in between Noah Graham and “Action” Jack Jackson and can’t hold in a smirk. The moment the bell rings, Graham immediately lunges in for the lock up, Jackson quick to side step him. Graham, not wanting to lose momentum, turns quickly on his heel, only to be met with a powerful clothesline. Not wasting his time, Jackson pulls Graham back to his feet, only to level him out on the mat with a huge T-bone suplex. Hopping at the chance, he folds Graham up, hooking the leg. 1!! 2!! ... NO! Graham gets the shoulder up! Trey: Early pinfall attempt by Action Jackson, but I don't think Graham will go down that easy. Case: I'll give Graham credit. He's got a lot of fight in him. Trey: He sure does. He’s impressive here in his debut. With both men back on their feet, Graham hops on the offensive, sending Jackson into the corner with a hard Irish whip. With Jackson stuck in the corner, Graham unleashes a series of stiff knife-edge chops directly to the chest. Fluidly following through with a series of harsh kicks directly to Jackson's midsection. Grabbing Jackson by the arm, Graham goes to whip him into the opposite corner, but Jackson reverses! He whips Graham directly into the top turnbuckle, chest first. He rebounds slowly, never seeing Action Jackson running towards him, screaming America! JUMPING BIG BOOT STRAIGHT TO THE FACE! Trey: The Boot of Freedom! Case: A hook of the leg, this could be it. 1… 2… NO! Graham just barely gets his shoulder up in time! Trey: Action Jackson is in full control right now. Case: Well, he’s also double Noah’s size. Trey: You’re right there, Case! And it’s an impressive show of resilience! The action quickly gets under way again once then men are up on their feet. Graham and Jackson lock it up with a classic collar and elbow tie up. Graham realizes he needs to use his agility and spins around to Jackson’s back. He drops Jackson with a release german suplex! He hits the mat hard and grabs his back in pain. Graham looks around the crowd, who are cheering for both of these competitors. Graham looks over at ackson, who's working to get to his feet, before he steps through the ropes onto the ring apron. With the fans cheering on, Graham lands a flying headbutt to Jackson’s chest! He hooks the leg! 1… 2… ...but Jackson gets a shoulder up! Trey: He’s gotta look for that spinning roundhouse kick now, Case! Case: He calls it the Pro Wrestling Noah… and he’s squaring Jackson up for it right now. With Jackson slowly rising to his feet, Graham gets himself into position for the knockout blow! NO! Jackson ducks underneath! He bounces off the ropes! The Heat-Seeker CONNECTS!! Trey: Oh my! The power! Case: This one is over. A hook of the leg! 1… 2… ...3!!!
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:07:13 GMT -5
"Who Dat Boy" by Tyler, the Creator plays, the lights going dark blue at first. The lights gradually change like a sunrise. Once the beat drops, the lighting becomes a bright yellow. This summons the presence of Samuel Flowers. He makes his way to the stage, going to either side and pumping up the crowd. He smirks before making his way down the ramp with his odd, frantic dance moves.
Alara: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 175, he is Samuel "Scum Fuck" Flooooweeeeerrrrs!
He makes his way to ringside after dabbing some fans. He dances his way up the stairs...where he is met with a double axe handle to the back!
Trey: What a cheap move! Frank Lowe is pissed he lost that open house battle royal and he looks to take it out on Samuel Flowers...
Case: Jesus Christ, this is a Pure Shoot Showdown! I'm surprised nobody brought a pistol to the ring!
Frank rolls Samuel into the ring. The ref has no choice but to ring the bell, and begin the match.
Trey: And right out of the gate, Frank Lowe is taking it to Samuel!
Frank rolls Samuel onto his stomach, stopping to threaten a fan who comments about his earlier match. When Lowe reaches back down to grab Samuel, he brings him up only to be hit with a low kick to the knee. Samuel throws in one or two more, then hits the ropes to deliver a running front dropkick.
Case: You gonna squash this bug already, my dude? Trey: He's trying, but he got kicked in the face three times an hour ago! Case: While Scum Fuck here is fresher than clean laundry! Samuel leaps up to Frank with a hurricanrana attempt, but Frank stays standing. Samuel lands on his feet, where Lowe tosses him down with a gutwrench suplex.
Case: THERE we go! Nail it my dude! Lowe goes for a quick cover, only getting a two count.
Trey: And I can't blame Frank Lowe for wanting to make this quick, but Samuel Flowers isn't planning on making it easy for him!
Case: Piss him off and he'll just kill your punk ass, your best bet was to just stay in the back. Or better yet, should have gone into that royal rumble...
Trey: But the Pure Championship means more to these men!
Lowe has his knee in Flowers' back, pulling on the arms. Releasing the hold, Lowe scowls and stomps on Samuel again.
Case: Well, maybe this time Frank won't get screwed over...
Trey: And now we got Lowe bringing Samuel up to his feet...with the Irish whip... Frank steps in...
Trey: SUNSET FLIP!
ONE! TWO!
Trey: Kickout by Frank Lowe!
Case: Damnit! What's wrong, Hanger? Get this bitch!
After the pin attempt, Frank goes for a right hand - and Samuel reverses it into a backslide! ONE!
TWO!
Case: What the hell? That was almost two and a half!
Trey: Samuel Flowers is using ever ounce of quickness and wits he's got! Samuel goes one more time for an inside cradle roll-up....
Trey: Could three times be the charm...
Frank Lowe reverses the roll-up...
Case: There you go!
...and grabs the bottom rope!
Case: THERE YOU GO!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Case: And Frank Lowe refuses to lose twice tonight...
Trey: He had to hold the ropes!
Samuel shakes his head, looking to the outside of the ring where Frank Lowe laughs.
Trey: What a dastardly trick!
Case: The Pure Shoot Challenge baby! Frank Lowe is the executioner of Trinity Wrestling! He'll shoot ya, hang ya, do whatever he has to do to win the match!
Trey: I know we have seen far from the last of Samuel Flowers..
Case: SCUM FUCK! HIS NAME IS SCUM! FUCK!
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:07:25 GMT -5
"Honeysuckle" by The Dillinger Escape Plan ambushes the PA systems. The lights go frantic, with multiple colors flashing, and multiple spotlights searching around, causing the anticipation and anxiety throughout the crowd. One spotlight spots Terra Walker within the ruckus crowd, who are now going berserk with excitement at her appearance.
Alara Miles: Making her way to the ring. She hails from Oxford, England, and weighs 132 lbs. She is "Psychonic" TERRAAA WALKERRR!
She pushes through the ruckus crowd with aggression, until she finds a willing group that crowd surfs her to the barricade. Once there, she stands atop it, and lets out a valiant war cry, the crowd following suit. She walks on the announce table, not caring about the commentators, leaping off afterwards to slide into the ring.
Terra rushes to the ropes and let's out another war cry, causing fireworks to shoot above her, crossing rapidly in an X shape. She stands on the bottom turnbuckle, ready to slaughter anyone in her path.
Trey: This is a highly-anticipated rematch for the Nomad Championship!
Case: I have it on good authority that we’ll have some company tonight.
“New York, New York” as sung by Frank Sinatra (a noodle remix) gets the crowd pumped. When from the canopy of praise emerges the svelte shape of New York Cruze.
Alara Miles: Ladies and gentlemen, the current TRINITY NOMAD CHAMPION! From Newwwww York Cit-tay! weighing in just over 235 pounds… New York CruZe!
Cruze reaches the ring and makes a confident entrance to the T-1000 stare piercing through Terra Walker’s terminator shades. She whips them off for effect yet it doesn’t affect her opponent much. He just takes a moment to showboat while the referee displays the Nomad Title in all its glory.
The bell rings and Terra immediately rushes CruZe, catching him off guard with a flying forearm! She yells at CruZe to get up, then drops him again with a wicked spinning wheel kick! When CruZe stumbles to his feet again, Terra runs the ropes and catches him with a flying headscissors takedown! Terra raises her arms in success, the crowd letting loose a huge pop as she does!
Trey: The former Nomad Champion is coming out strong here! She really wants that belt back!
Case: She’s certainly fighting with a different sense of urgency. What say you, Duncan?
Duncan: It doesn't matter if Terra or Cruze win because I am going to make sure I get the next shot. I am tired of being held back when I have a pinfall victory over the quote unquote top of this company.
Terra looks to follow up her opening flurry, rebounding off the ropes for a springboard move, but CruZe sees it coming and hits a wicked kick to the ribs as she comes off! Terra lets out a huge gasp as the wind is driven out of her, something made all the worse when CruZe grabs her by the shoulders and hits a wicked double-A spine buster!
Trey: That switched in a hurry! The Nomad Champion is taking control now!
Case: Fast-twitch action here already, but CruZe is just a little more powerful.
Duncan: Yawn! Is this what classifies as the best?
Terra crawls to her feet slowly, but CruZe’s already waiting for her. She hits a snap suplex that drives her back hard into the mat, then floats over into a pin. Terra kicks out before the referee can even hit the ground so CruZe stands over her, stalking her. He peppers her body with kicks, focusing on the back and stomach. Terra winces a little more at each one as the welts begin to form. Still, she makes it to her knees and when CruZe hits another kick to the body, Terra catches his leg and hits a quick Dragon Screw!
Trey: Nice counter from Terra, picking her spot to get back into this.
Case: Ooooh she can catch! This is my impressed face.
Duncan: What is so impressive? Case you are a wee little man. Fuck Terra. Fuck Cruze and Fuck Trinity!
Terra works to keep the momentum, hitting a vicious bullet dropkick! The landing clearly hurts her body, but she fights up and through the ropes to the ring apron. Waiting for the right moment, she springboards in looking for a Hurricanrana…but CruZe counters into a wicked spinning Powerbomb! He holds the cover!
1…
2…
Trey: This could be it!
Kickout!
Case: Well, even I’ll admit it’s pretty impressive to kick out of a seated powerbomb.
Duncan: (hums the Jeopardy theme) Oh I am just waiting for this so called good wrestling.
Terra rolls to her stomach after escaping the pin, but CruZe’s on her quickly, wrapping her arms around in a tight bearhug! Terra bites her lip hard to keep from screaming as CruZe wrenches on her bruised and battered midsection. CruZe keeps letting the hold go slack before tightening it again, the force driving the air from her lungs over and over again. Terra’s eyes start to glaze over as she gasps for breath.
Trey: This isn’t looking good for the inaugural Nomad Champion right now…
Case: The current Nomad Champion is just tired of hearing you harp on and on about who’s the former champion, Case. Give the man his due.
As the fight seems to go out of Terra, the referee goes to check her hand. The crowd roars “TERRA! TERRA!” to try and push her back into the match and as soon as she feels her hand raised, her eyes open wide and she finds her fight. Pushing back against CruZe, she forces the Nomad Champion to plant her feet, giving Terra a post to push against to get back to her feet with a modified bridge. Her stomach muscles are quaking, but she twists herself, rolling out of CruZe’s grip and catching him in a backslide!
1…
2…
Kickout!
Trey: Just like that, ‘PSYCHONIC’ is back in this!
Case: Could you be any more biased?
Duncan: Biased? Look at the company we are in. It is Trinity Wrestling 101.
CruZe rolls out of the pin and hitting a soccer kick to the ribs that seems to take the fight out of Terra. He signals for the CYBERNETIC KICK but Terra rolls under it, connecting with a chop block, following with an elbow to the face! The Seismic Rupture! CruZe’s nose starts trickling blood, and she spikes his head hard into the mat with a brainbuster! Terra covers!
1…
2…
Kickout!
Trey: Terra is on fire right now!
Case: CruZe is in a bad spot here.
Terra sees that CruZe’s still grounded, so she scales the turnbuckles. Taking a quick second to look back, she dives off with a brutal flying headbutt! The impact slams into her bruised ribs though, leaving her too hurt to make a proper cover! She’s just draped over CruZe loosely as the ref hits the mat!
1…
2…
Kickout!
Trey: CruZe is showing a tremendous amount of toughness tonight!
Case: That was an incredibly close call there.
Terra sees her opening…she’s still clutching her ribs, but she runs the ropes…BRAIN TREMOR!
NO!
TERRA’S FOOT RICOCHETS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE.
CRUZE LANDS A GERMAN SUPLEX INTO A BRIDGE!
1…
2…
PSYCHONIC KICKS OUT!
Trey: Yet another close call! These champions are giving it their all!
Case: And only one will reap the rewards.
CruZe’s frustrated by that kickout, but he can feel an end coming. He stalks Terra as she climbs to her feet…PELE KICK!
NO!
Terra ducks!
CruZe is stunned… MAGNITUDE 9!
NO!
CruZe blocks it, dropping Terra with a rib breaker! TRIANGLE CHOKE!
CruZe has it locked! Terra tries to bridge out...but her back gives out on her. Still, it loosens up the hold enough for her to twist onto her knees, giving her room to roll forward out of the hold, but CruZe catches her in a Rear Naked Choke! He scissors the legs! Terra is caught!
Trey: He caught her! You can see the light fading from her eyes!
Case: That looks deep, Case! I think CruZe has this won!
Duncan: Still... doesn't matter!
Terra tries desperately to fight the hold, but CruZe wrenches his legs around Terra’s ribs choking off the air intake at the throat while driving anything left in the lungs out with each wrench. Terra reaches for the ropes, but each attempt is weaker than the last. She makes one last ditch effort…
AND SHE COUNTERS!
PSYCHONIC LOCKDOWN!
IT’S IN PLACE!
Trey: Out of nowhere!
Case: She’s not letting up!
Duncan: Fuck off with your biased commentary!
THE TAP!
THIS ONE IS OVER!
NEW NOMAD CHAMPION!!!
Duncan Aries slides in the ring and stares down with Terra Walker as we cut away.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:07:41 GMT -5
Alara Miles: The following is an Action Wrestling Showcase!!! The lights within the arena dim down until the arena is nearly engulfed in darkness as ARCH ENEMY's "War Eternal" begins to play through the speaker system. As the music plays, much to the startlement of the fans, ear-piercing wail echos throughout the arena that causes everything to go pitch black. Five seconds later the heavier beats hit and the lights begin to violently strobe, revealing somebody standing at the top of the rampway. For the next forty-four seconds, the person merely stood there, slightly hunched down and violently swing their head from side to side. Causing their hair to fling about during the near seizure-inducing light show. At the forty-fifth second of the song the light show suddenly ends and leaves everyone in the arena shrouded darkness for roughly five seconds before all the lights came on as they normally were. Once the lights come on the person that was standing at the top of the ramp, threw their head up until they were leaning backward slightly, bellowing out a save guttural scream that would surprise anybody. Once that was over with the person leaned forward and revealed themselves to be Claire Hawkins! With the heavy beats of the song pounding throughout the arena, Claire walked down the ramp with purpose. Alara Miles: Introducing first, from Salem, Massachusettes… weighing 145 pounds… “THE METAL WITCH”... CLAIIIIIIIIIRE HAWWWWWKINS!!! Once she reached the ringside area Claire paused for a moment to look at the cameraman that had dared to get close enough to get a good shot of her face. With a vicious snarl, Claire let out another one of those screams and forced the cameraman to quickly backpedal. Feeling pleased with herself, Claire made her way over to the steps and into the ring. Once she was in the ring she walked to the side of the ring where the hard camera was and stepped onto the second rope, leaned forward a little to keep her balance, and held her arms up while she held up in the "Devil Horns" gesture. All the while bellowing out that same savage, guttural scream. The arena comes to a still and for a few seconds, the silence is deafening. It’s broken by the crackly, distorted voice of Billie Eilish. I’M THE BAAAAAAAD GUUUUY DUH! The beat drops and the strobe lights flicker in hues of red as Billie’s “bad guy” permeates the arena. Action Wrestling’s Miss All-In 2019, Lissie Hope, steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers. She has a wide smile and performs a cute curtsy at the top of the ramp, before raising her arms up and flexing her guns, showing incredible muscle definition in her upper body. Alara Miles: Making her way to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana! She stands five-feet, five-inches tall and weighs 135 pounds… LISSIE… HOPE! She claps her hands and begins jogging down the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands before stopping at the ring apron. The song inches towards the chorus and Lissie raises her arms to the sky, blooming like a rose. "I like it when you take control / Even if you know that you don't own me / I'll let you play the role / I'll be your animal"She slaps the mat a couple of times and rolls into the ring, pulling herself up with the ropes. Nodding her head to the verse, she ascends the middle rope and stands in the corner turnbuckle, raising her arms to the crowd. "So you're a tough guy / Like it really rough guy / Just can't get enough guy / Chest always so puffed guy"She mouths the words and hops back down, trying to get into her opponents’ head. She’s resisting the urge to come face to face right now but instead just gives a huge smile and removes a few extra pieces of jewelry before handing them to the timekeeper. As the music fades, you can see the transformation in her face as she gets mentally ready to throw down. Trey: This is a hotly anticipated contest, Trey! Two of the world’s best in a grunge match right here in Trinity! Case: Let’s get this show on the road. Just as the match as getting set to begin, the referee checks on both competitors. He looks over at Lissie Hope who looks prepared over in her corner. On the opposite side of the ring, a focused Claire Hawkins acknowledges the referee with a nod. The fans are going absolutely crazy now as two of Action Wrestling’s elite are set to do battle in a Trinity ring! Trey: The fans are absolutely electric tonight! Case: Miss All-In versus The Metal Witch -- this should be a damn good match. Soon after that the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. Both AW stalwarts come out from their respective corners relatively light on their feet. They circle around each other before engaging as Claire stands more upright while Hope is lower to the ground. As they inch closer towards each other, Hope leaps in to engage for a collar-elbow tie-up but Hawkins is quick to pull off an arm drag. Hope is right back to her feet though, only to be met with another arm drag. Trey: Hawkins looks pretty sharp here early on. She’s got a different look in her eye. Case: No doubt, Case. You know her arrival into Culture Shock has reignited that fire. Rather than re-engaging quickly, Hope backs up a bit looking to play a counter game. Hawkins is right there on the attack though as she comes charging with a headscissors thrusting Hope chest first into the turnbuckle. Hope recoils a bit after getting hit hard, only for Hawkins to follow through with a reverse DDT as she’s backpedaling. With Hope down for the moment, Hawkins wastes no time in pouncing on top and hooks the leg for a cover. The referee is right there to make the count. 1… 2… …NO! It’s simply not enough this early in the game as Hope kicks out in frustration. Looking out over at the engaged crowd who are chanting “LISSIE! LISSIE!”, Hawkins smirks and looks to get back in business. Wasting no time after that, Hawkins gets Hope up to her feet and whips her across the ring. When she comes rebounding back off the ropes, Claire catches her with a hip toss and transitions directly into an armbar. The submission looks to be applied well and Hope can feel it, but quickly moves to relieve the pressure. Once she changes position, Lissie starts throwing punches to force Claire’s release. The fists startle Hawkins a bit and Hope notices. She keeps on pounding away until she breaks free. Both Actioners scramble up to their feet, but this time Hope hits Hawkins with the arm drag. When she gets back to her feet, Hope meets her with a series of forearms before creating some distance and nails a running dropkick that takes Hawkins off her feet and puts her right on her backside in the corner. Before Lissie can capitalize on any momentum, Claire slips under the ropes and gets to the outside to catch a breath. Case: High-paced action to start this one, Trey! Trey: No doubt about it. You know these two have been studying each other for months and in their first one-on-one battle, will be looking to take any advantage they can get. While Claire paces outside of the ring, Hope doesn’t look too thrilled while waiting back in the ring. The referee has already initiated the ring-out count as Claire doesn’t seem to be paying too much mind. When she’s finally done she turns back to face the ring only to be met by Lissie who flies through the air with a slingshot splash! Quickly jumping back to her feet, Lissie delivers a soccer punt to Hawkins ribs! She waits for Hawkins to get back up before hitting her with a roundhouse kick that stuns her some more. Claire manages to stay on her feet though as she staggers forward using the ring post to hold herself up. Sensing that Hope is coming back on the attack, Hawkins throws a desperation shuffle side kick that connects right in Hope’s abdomen. She quickly follows up with a snap suplex right on the outside. Hope clutches her back upon impact and Claire paces around her, stalking her like prey. Hawkins forces Hope over onto her stomach with her foot, before dropping down and locking in a camel clutch. She furiously pulls back on her neck while the referee continues to scream out orders for them to return to the ring! Trey: Under normal circumstances, it would be ill-advised to lock on a submission on the outside but I don’t think they care! Case: The referee hasn’t even begun counting yet because really, who would want to see a double count-out here? He’s letting them fight, and I love it! After having the submission locked in for a fairly long amount of time, Claire can hear the referee finally begin counting. She decides to let go of the submission to roll into the ring and restart the count, but as she comes back, Hope has the presence of mind to hit a drop toe hold that puts Claire right on her face. Although somewhat hurt, Hawkins pushes herself up off the floor. Hope buys herself some more time with a beautiful corkscrew scissors kick that puts Hawkins’s face right back down again. Clutching her back a bit, Hope works herself up to her feet and looks over at the adoring crowd. Wanting to deliver a message, she smiles as a thought crosses her mind. She jumps up onto a near crowd barricade as the crowd comes alive even more. She’s measuring Hawkins as she’s working her way back up to her feet and eventually downs her with a beautiful hurricanrana! The crowd begins to cheer and go wild as Hope raises her arms to the! Trey: This is what Trinity Wrestling is all about! High-flying action -- that’s what I like to see! Case: Lissie’s really bringing it. This is her first match post-All In and she looks sharp, Trey! Trey: Yeah, let’s see if she can keep Claire down because you know she’s just as determined right now. Following the hurricanrana, Hope decides to get Hawkins up and tosses her back into the ring. With Claire somewhat overwhelmed at this point, she decides to go for a quick cover and the referee is there to make the count. 1… 2… …NO! It’s not enough as Claire manages to force her shoulder off the mat. Undeterred is Hope though as she lifts up Hawkins yet again and whips into the turnbuckle. She comes charging and looks for a jumping clothesline but at the very last second, Hawkins manages to sidestep. When Hope turns around, Hawkins tags her with a stiff boot, following up with a sitout jawbreaker. Hawkins takes a moment to get her bearings back as Hope winces from the pain. Lissie stays on her feet though and when she turns around, Hawkins comes forward with a roundhouse kick to the temple. Hope manages to duck it though, only for Hawkins to come around the back with an enziguri. The force of the kick sends her right down the mat. Hawkins sees her opening and goes for a cover. 1… 2… …NO! With enough presence of mind, Hope manages to kick and forces a near fall. Taking a moment or two, Hawkins decides to ascend the nearby turnbuckle. She stands atop the turnbuckle looking down at Hope who’s motionless on the mat. She takes a deep breath before leaping off the turnbuckle for her corkscrew senton, the Hanger 18, only for Hope to gets her knees up at the very last second! Certainly feeling the pain, Hawkins grabs her abdomen and does her best to compose herself. Trey: Big risk by Claire Hawkins right there that simply did not payoff. Tough break there. Case: You gotta believe she was going for the knock-out blow. Hope sees Claire crouched on her knees, gasping for breath, and decides to ascend the top turnbuckle. Claire catches her climbing through the corner of her eye and makes a leap, pushing Lissie all the way to the outside of the ring, where she lands on the mat with a thud! The fans rise to their feet in shock and awe as she’s laid out on the padding! It’s then when Claire decides to do the unthinkable! Case: What the hell… Trey: Claire Hawkins is taking a big risk here! She gets on the top rope herself, turns her back to Lissie, and LANDS her Spellbound diving moonsault all the way to the outside of the ring! Both competitors are writhing in agony, unable to catch their breath, as the crowd leads a chant of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Trey: This is going too far, Case! These superstars are putting their lives on the line and for what… clout? Case: They aren’t done yet! Claire is first to her feet and drives an elbow into Lissie’s face, before grabbing a fistful of hair and slamming her head into the ringside barrier. The referee is screaming at them to enter the ring but Claire pays him no mind, dragging Lissie up the ramp and throwing in a headbutt or two for good measure. They are at the top of the ramp now and Claire whips Lissie into the steel set, falling to her knees in pain. Claire is starting to get a sinister grin on her face now as she peers down over the edge of the ramp, tables and wires and tools fifteen feet below! Trey: I don’t like where this is going, Case… Case: I don’t think Claire gives a damn about a win or loss at this point! The referee is in pursuit now, trying to encourage them back into the ring, but Claire feints an elbow in his direction. Claire, still with a grip of Lissie’s hair, attempts to throw her clear over the edge… Trey: OH MY GOD! But Lissie stops on a dime, Claire’s momentum sending her over herself! Claire crashes through several tables and lies in a heap fifteen feet below the arena! The fans cannot believe their eyes as the cameraman quickly gets into position to get the damage in view. Trey: These ladies have given it their all tonight… Case: ...and they’re not done! Lissie stands at the edge of the steel, motions to the crowd, and leaps off for her Cherry Bomb Swanton Bomb! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT ...and she misses! Claire got out of the way, just in the nick of time! Both girls are completely out of it as the referee calls for medics, and calls for the bell, no official decision for this brutal showing! Case: I can’t believe what we just witnessed, Trey! Trey: One thing’s for certain… this will not be the last time those two fierce competitors get in the ring together! The scene fades as they are both checked on by medical personnel.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:07:51 GMT -5
Alara Miles is all smiles in the ring. She raises the microphone to her lips. Alara: Ladies and gentlemen.. The Big Time has set a NEW STAPLES CENTER RECORD with 20, 451 people in attendance tonight. Let's give yourselves a round of applause. We cut to the announce table. Trey: Tonight is about the biggest prize in our business. The Trinity Wrestling World Championship. For the past month Thomas Snow and Lex Collins have been on a collision course. Case: Collins and Snow were about to tear each other apart until Ian Cavanagh made his prescence known. Lex Collins: Cut the music! The fans fade to a hush as Lex puts the microphone up his mouth. Lex: What you saw tonight is just a glimpse of what I’m going to do at The Big Time, when I take what’s rightfully mine! Thomas Snow is not a World Champion. He’ll never BE a World Champion! He hasn’t earned his stripes like I have, so come on out here, Thomas! Let’s give these fans what they want! A preview of Big Time! Of me kicking your ass all over this ring! Lex waits in the ring for a few seconds, trying to egg the crowd on! They begin chanting “LEX LEX LEX LEX LEX” and when Thomas Snow doesn’t answer the challenge, Lex shakes his head in disappointment. Lex: I knew you were a bitch, Thomas… Case: Jesus! Lex: But I didn’t realize you were a coward, too. Get out here! Trey: Lex Collins is going low tonight! Still no music. Lex: What’s the matter… daddy got your tongue? This finally draws Thomas Snow out onto the ramp, holding onto the World Championship strap and with his father, Alex, by his side! Lex starts motioning for Thomas to come down the ramp but Alex is in his ear. Surprising everyone, Thomas tells Alex to go backstage and begins descending the ramp! The fans are going crazy! Trey: Lex asked for it… we are going to get it! Snow is about halfway down the ramp now and Lex is getting antsy, yelling “COME ON!” to Thomas! Thomas attempts to slide into the ring but Lex kicks at the bottom rope, discouraging the champ from jumping into the lion’s den! : STOP! NOT HERE! NOT LIKE THIS!! An unrecognizable voice is heard over the loud-speaker, stopping both Thomas and Lex in their tracks! Appearing on the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand is the head of talent relations, Ian Cavanagh, dressed in a sharp three-piece suit! He’s running down the ramp and nearly trips over his own feet but ends up in Thomas’ face, putting a hand up to his chest. He slowly climbs up the steps with Thomas Snow following closely behind, serving as a blockade to the amped up Lex Collins! Snow has an arrogant grin on his face. Ian Cavanagh: Lex, we go back a long way, and I know personally how vicious you can be when you’re like this. I’m asking you this as a competitor… as a colleague… as a friend… save it for the Big Time. Lex Collins shakes his head no, slamming a fist into his paw. Ian Cavanagh: Then you know what? I’m TELLING you this as one of the people who signs your damn paychecks! If you so much as TOUCH Thomas Snow in the next two weeks… consider this World Championship opportunity… A pause. Ian Cavanagh: GONE! The fans begin booing as Lex Collins is going absolutely irate at this point! He reluctantly agrees and starts exiting the ring. Ian Cavanagh: I’m glad we’re on the same page now, Lex. But I’ll tell you what, since you want each other’s heads so bad… why don’t we add a little extra fun to this? No holds barred, NO DISQUALIFICATION, for the World Heavyweight Championship! The fans erupt in cheers as Lex Collins finally has a smile on his face! Even Thomas Snow is excited about the new stipulation. Ian: This will not be set in stone until -- He motions for Lex to reenter the ring. He obliges. Ian: --- you shake on it. Ian Cavanagh is really testing the two competitors now but Lex comes in, face to face with Thomas Snow. The two are mouthing words to each other as Ian gets close to monitor. Snow finally extends a hand and Collins grips it tightly, pulling him chest to chest! Case: There you have it, folks! We are rolling through to The Big Time in two weeks, and we have just found out that it will be a no disqualification match! Trey: The Nomad Title will also be on the line as Terra Walker attempts to regain it from New York CruZe! Case: And a Ladder match! Duncan Aries puts up his Television championship against Pasha, Persephone, Solomon Graham, and Benjamin John Beaufort! Trey: And don’t forget the surprise challenge in an Action Wrestling showcase! Claire Hawkins versus Miss All-In, Lissie Hope! Case: All that and more! Join us in two weeks for The Big Time! The show comes to a close with Lex and Thomas still face to face in the center of the ring.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Sept 9, 2019 9:08:02 GMT -5
Alara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It will be contested under no disqualification and no countout and is for the TRINITY WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! The lights dim, and the sound of a heartbeat fills the silence, growing a little louder and faster before being replaced with a driving rock beat. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting an ear-splitting huge pop from the female fans in attendance. Orange and red spotlights fade up slowly, like the sun rising to reveal a fire in the sky, illuminating a silhouette. Lex Collins stands with his head bowed and pauses before raising his arms, thrusting them directly into the path of the spotlights, his fingers extended to make double peace signs. The crowd erupts into cheers yet again as his shadow looms large down the ramp. The lights grow brighter as he makes his way to the ring and by the time he arrives, it's as though the sun has risen and morning has broken. He pauses for a few selfies with fans before hopping up on the apron. Grinning at the crowd, he presses his right fist over his heart to a huge pop before turning and springing over the rope. Alara: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from the Open Road, he is the Nomad... LEX COLLINS! A mixed reaction eminates from the crowd. Trey: Lex Collins defeated Terra Walker to get here. Case: He STOLE a victory with the help of New York CruZe who got his earlier tonight. "Silence in the Snow" by Trivium begins playing through the speakers as the arena is illuminated by ice blue and white lights. (Here we all stand on this canvas of white. Our palette holds but only one shade tonight! Silence snows in, in a wintry chill. Let's paint the town red with the blood of the kill!) Thomas Snow slowly steps out from behind the curtain. His father, Alex Snow follows closely behind, a confident smirk on his face. The two stand side-by-side, looking out into the sea of screaming fans, half screaming for Thomas and half booing Alex. (Silence in the snow! We must fight till they all die in the cold blood! Silence in the snow!) The pair begin making their way to the ring. Many young fans in the front row stretch their arms out to Thomas, begging for a high five. Thomas hesitates for a moment before Alex firmly pats him on the back, directing him to keep walking towards the ring. (The battle goes... on and on! Make your stand! Silence in the snow!) Thomas slides into the ring under the bottom rope while Alex walks over to the side of the ring. Thomas removes his jacket and hands it down to his father as he prepares for his opponent. Trey: Snow has been so good for Trinity Wrestling. Case: Losing to Duncan Aries isn't what I would call a good thing for Trinity Wrestling. The bell rings as Snow and Collins circle each other. They lock up and Collins quickly locks in a hammerlock. Snow whips Collins into the ropes. As Collins rebounds Snow catches him with a back elbow to the face. He smirks as he goes on the offensive. He drops an elbow on the challenger. He drops a second one. On the third Collins moves out of the way. Trey: Hell of scouting there. Case: When you get hit with two elbows that isn't scouting that is simply "Why the hell did I lay here for two of those." Collins makes it to his feet and lifts Snow up. Collins Irish whips Snow across the ring and hits a drop toehold. As Snow tries to sit up, Collins hits a diving knee to the back of the head. He stays on the offensive as he hits a legdrop. He smirks as he continues with a few stomps. Snow catches Collins' foot and stands up smirking as he makes it to his feet. He hits a dragon screw and drops Collins to the ground. Trey: Snow is simply not ready to lose the title. Case: It is still just getting underway Case. Back in the ring, Snow slides out of the ring. His father hands him a kendo stick. He looks at the stick and shakes his head tossing it to the ground. His father, irate, yells at him. He turns and Lex catches him with an elbow to the face. Snow is dropped as Collins picks the kendo stick up. He chases Thomas' father off as Snow makes it to his feet. Collins turns around and is caught with a dropkick from the champion. Snow goes back on the offensive grabbing the kendo stick. He begins hitting Collins multiple times with it. Shots to the head and the gut. The cameras pan in as we see Collins bleeding. Trey: A little color on the face of Collins. Case: That is what we in the business call a Crimson Mask. Snow slides in the ring and climbs to the top. He attempts Nuclear Winter but Collins pulls the steel steps in the way. Snow lands on the steel steps back first. Collins tries to catch his breath as both men lay on the floor. Snow's father heads over to check on his son. Collins makes it to his feet and walks over toward Mr. Snow. He chases Thomas' father off as Snow makes it to his feet. He uses some of his power to run and hit a hurricanrana on Collins as Collins falls to the ground and Snow breathes trying to fully catch his breath. Trey: What brutality we have seen here tonight. Case: They are not done yet. Back in the ring Collins has made it into the ring. He has a chair in hand. Snow slides in the ring and is met with a chair shot. Trey: Collins is just adding to the beat down. Just end the match. Case: It is all legal under the rules of the match. Snow uses his strength to roll Collins up. 1... 2... THR... Trey: Bet Lex wishes he had ended it now. Case: He is just finishing it all up. He was trying to figure out a way to put the young kid away. The camera zooms in on Snow's face as both members of the match are pouring blood. The match is as brutal as everyone expected. Back in the ring. Collins raises Snow to his feet. He hits a HUGE right hook. Trey: BRICKS! That has to be it. Collins goes for the cover. 1... 2... THR... NO! Trey: SNOW GOT THE FOOT ON THE ROPES! Collins gets up in frustration! He goes back on the offensive. He hits a DDT but Snow holds onto the ropes and Collins lands hard. As Collins lays on the ground, Snow runs up the ropes and attempts Nuclear Winter. Collins moves out of the way. Snow rolls through and ends up in the corner. When he turns around he is met by a knee from Collins. Collins follows the knee up with a bulldog. Trey: SYSTEMATIC BREAKDOWN 2.0! Case: That has GOT to be it. Collins goes for the cover. 1... 2... 3! Alara: Your winner and NEW TRINITY WORLD CHAMPION... LEXXXXXX COLLLLLLINSSSS! Trey: Lex Collins has done it! Lex Collins has won the Trinity World Championship! Case: He put The Snow-man on ice! Trey: We have seen far from the last of Thomas Snow! I have no doubt about it! WHAT A MATCH! Case: Thank God we don't have to follow that! Trey: We'll see you next Tuesday night on Sin! Thank you so much for tuning in! Good night, everyone! The show goes off the air with Lex Collins with the World Championship.
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