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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:09:53 GMT -5
“Mayhem” plays as the cameras pan around the audience at the Oracle Arena. The camera shows Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, and Steph Curry of the Golden State Warriors all screaming “Trinity” at the top of their lungs. We see signs in the crowd.
“I Wish I Was In New York” “Marry me Trapson!” In Pandora We Trust”
We cut to the announce table where Trey Graham and Case Mitchell are seated. Alara Myles, still visibly shaken from last week, is seated beside them.
Trey: Folks, welcome to the hottest new wrestling show on the block, TUESDAY NIGHT SIN! Trey Graham as always along “Let’s try not to catch a..” Case Mitchell.
Case: You really think you’re funny huh?
Trey: Let’s not waste time tonight we have some INCREDIBLE action. In our Main Event, the Nomad Title is on the line as Terra Walker defends against New York CruZe. Remember, CruZe got involved in the main event last week and kept Terra Walker from becoming the number one contender.
Case: He didn’t do anything. He was outside the cage. Remember we also have the HUGE six person tag match as Pasha teams with Phoenix and Pandora of Haven to take on the Syndicate who did a number on little Alara last week.
Trey: Riiiiiight.. Don’t forget we have the amazing GAUNTLET match that Kylie made official last week as the Notorious 513.. Graham Clauson takes on ALL 5 members of the House of Kandi.
Case: If people are being punished for spouting off stupid shit, how have YOU not been punished? Anyway, the Trinity World Champion will be in action as Thomas Snow faces off with Nightshade. We also have a TV Title rematch of sorts as Persephone of Haven defends against Duncan Aries.
Trey: Raul Tempest will go one on one with Solomon Graham and Kitty Petrova returns to a Trinity ring to take on Cody Larson.
Case: But first, I understand we have a special segment hosted by the head coach of the Golden State Warriors. Steve Kerr, will host a little segment with newcomers Damian Simmons and Frank Lowe “Hanger.”
We cut to the ring where Steve Kerr stands amongst the cheers. Frank Lowe and Damian SImmons are on either side of him. Kerr invites the two men to the center of the ring.
Steve Kerr: Gentlemen, we are here for the first EVER promo battle in Trinity Wrestling history. Trinity has prided itself on being WRESTLING perfected. I am honored to call this tonight. First we will have Damian Simmons.
He hands a microphone to Damian Simmons. Simmons rips the microphone from Kerr’s hands.
"Give me a fucking mic!" he yells to a ring attendant. After receiving the microphone and making sure it worked, Simmons went off.
"This is going to be short and sweet, the exact opposite of me. This so called "Pure" Division, what a riot. Only reason I'm here is because I love nothing more than a pure, unadulterated beatdown. Those who wish to call this place home will be met with one hell of a surprise... My boot down their throat.
"Victim numero uno is Frank Lowe 'Hanger' and if his immature nickname is anything to go off of, he will not be much of a threat. A worn out has been who couldn't cut it nowhere. Now he's here in Trinity Wrestling thinking his fortunes will change for the better. Little does he realize he's holding a 16 while I got a 10. The odds are SEVERELY against him.
"However! I got bigger gripes against this lowlife than his odds... No, what really pisses me off about ol' Hanger is the rumors I've heard about him. Word on the street is that he ain't too friendly to that little lady he walks around with.
"Now, I'm no saint. I've broken the bones of the weak, I've put innocents in the hospital, all for the sake of making money. But I don't hurt women, especially women who didn't do nothing wrong."
This last statement draws a few cheers of support for Simmons.
"Shut the fuck up! All of you! I didn't say that to earn any of your attention. It's a simple fact. You're not a real man if you hit women without a good reason.
"That's where you and I differ, Lowe. You're not a man, you're a little bitch. I'm a fucking man. I may not be liked, but at least I'm respected. You're one hell of a wrestler, though, I'll give you that. But so am I, and I'm going to show you just how good I am. Give me your best shot, swing as hard as you can swing, give it all you've got! But you and I both know, Frankie, that it won't be enough. You simply ain't ready for me.
"Hanger... meet Juggernaut."
The fans boo as Kerr takes the microphone back.
Steve Kerr: Strong words from someone who has NEVER been in front of the Trinity Audience before. Frank, your turn.
He hands the microphone to Lowe. Lowe smirks as he takes the microphone. He looks Simmons in the eyes.
I show up in Trinity Wrestling, and what should I discover but my name across from the name of some complete fucking waste of ink and budget dollars, Damian Simmons. Who is this guy? What do we know about him? Well, that’s a good couple of questions, Lace. Let me answer them. Nobody. Nothing.
Now I can’t end my time just yet, so I guess I’ll just dig a little deeper, huh? Lemme tell you all about who Damian is... He’s 7 feet tall, and I hear somewhere that can’t be taught. You know what can be taught? Chopin’ down tall shit. Don’t matter if that tall shit is a tree, a phone pole, or the goddamn Washington Monument… if you’ve got the right tools, anything can get chopped down to size. Damian will soon find out that I’ve got what it takes, and he will pay dearly for the crime of stepping up to the plate to play my game.
So what do we know? All I need to say is this: concert security. Who the fuck brags about being concert security?! Who wakes up in the morning and looks into a mirror to see a proud man looking back at him if that proud man is decked out in a skin-tight black t-shirt that screams in big white letters “SECURITY”? You know who? Damian Simmons! That’s who. Damian Simmons was that ratty little shit bag kid who spent his adolescence dragging his head out of the toilet after the popular kids had him riding the train to swirly town. He’s the kid whose car got keyed and house got egged when he told on the cool kids for hosting a party he DEFINITELY wasn’t invited to. He spent more time crying in front of all the *sniff, sniff* mean messages he got on social media than he did in a gym or at a practice or doing anything beyond hitting the books. Damian Simmons might be 7-foot-nothing now, but this piece of shit used to just be nothing all the time. Because who willingly becomes concert security? The kid who is determined to make the cool kids who go to concerts feel the helplessness he did growing up. The kid who has a fire in his belly for turning the tables on his former bullies. The kid who, deep down inside, knows he needs that big bold word SECURITY to help him gain some power and authority. Lots of people look up at a 7-footer and they see intimidation and strength. I look up at Damian Simmons and I see a bunch of knock-knock jokes stacked real high. Ain’t nothin’ in that pile funny, but ain’t nothin’ in that pile gonna do you any harm neither.
Damian, tall ain’t gonna get you anywhere here. Tall only means I need to make use of my tools to chop you down. Rest assured, big boy, I’m gonna. I’m a hell of a chopped, D. You’ll see. Everyone will see.
He hands the microphone back to Kerr. Kerr looks at both men. Before he can speak, “UnHappy Meal” by Melanie Martinez plays as Cecilia Ortiz steps out from behind the curtain. She smiles as she raises a microphone to her lips.
Cecilia Ortiz: Marvelous job gentlemen. There is more to the pure division than trash talking though. Tonight you will face off one on one with special guest referee… DRAYMOND GREEN!
The camera cuts to show Draymond laughing as we cut to a commercial.
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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:12:16 GMT -5
Trey: We are back everyone with more big action of the slate.
Case: You know, Trey, sometimes even these primers get my blood flowing.
Trey: Easy tiger… don’t wear yourself out before they get down here.
The bell rings and the ring is empty as the lights dim.
I... am a man... of constant sorrow... I've seen trouble... all my days...
The guitar kicks in as "Man of Constant Sorrow" by Charm City Devils kicks in as Cody Larson comes out in his black leather jacket with grey jersey knit hood on and he is wearing all black mma style shorts and a black shirt that has an Orange target on it and the words "Belt Hunter" can be read on his shirt
And I... bid farewell... to old Kentucky... the place where I... was born and raised... the place... where I was born and raised...
Larson looks out at the crowd for a moment with a smug look on his face.
Alara Miles: This match is scheduled for one fall… on his way to the ring from Sparta, TN… weighing 243 pounds… Cody Larson!
As he starts to slowly walk to the ring. He doesn't seem to be the slightest bit affected by any of the boos or insults the crowd is throwing his direction.
For Six... long years... I've seen trouble... Little pleasures.... have I've found... For in... this world... I'm bound to ramble... I have no friends... to help me now... I have no friends... to help me now...
Larson reaches the ring as he goes to the left steps up onto the apron and spins around holding onto the top rope with one of his arms hooked around it (like Chris Jericho) as he looks out at the crowd with a smug look on his face.
Trey: Larson has been impressive so far.
Case: Yeah, he gave quite run in the rumble, but he really that W tonight.
Trey: As do we all, my friend.
Then he wipes his feet as he steps into the ring through the top and middle rope.
I'm a man... I'm a man... of Constant... Sorrow...
Larson steps to the middle of the ring as the music fades out and he raises his right hand as the crowd boos him loudly.
Case: He’s free of the crowd. I admire that in a talent, never playing into their games.
Trey: Maybe, but they also hate him. Case: You’re no gladiator. You wouldn’t understand.
The lights fade to blood red, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman standing in a barren warehouse, smoking a cigarette. The haunting lyrics of "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm fade up in volume over the sound system, almost drowned out by booing. The scenes flow between shots of Kitty’s life outside the ring, to match footage revealing a dark-haired woman beating the holy hell out of both men and women. The veteran herself steps out at the top of the ramp alone, her head bowed with her hair hanging in her face.
Alara Miles: And his opponent… from Napa Valley, CA… weighing in at 125 pounds… Kitty Petrova!
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she strides purposefully towards the ring, pausing every few feet to glare haughtily at the fans that have the audacity to try and reach out to touch her. She slides under the bottom rope, languidly doing a very cat-like yoga stretch while the crowd showers her with hatred. She seems utterly oblivious although there’s definite malice in her eyes as she pulls her hair back into a messy ponytail, securing it with a plain black elastic band. Larson leers from his side with shitty smirk.
Trey: And there’s our bell… Larson rams her to the floor with a huge shoulder rush.
Case: Weight is your friend in the ring. Throw it around as you can.
Trey: He’s not a powerhouse by any means, but Kitty is caught in a vise.
Case: Powerful suplex—no! She rolled free!
Kitty ducks a panicked haymaker and hits the ropes. She returns with a leaping into a reverse Russian Legsweep. Fans erupt from their seats.
Case: She’s crafty, respect a move like that.
Trey: Turning the bigger man against himself with that perfect face plant.
Case: Larson flees before the pin can stick, but she’s on his tail.
A swinging head scissors throws him chest first into the turnbuckle. Larson takes it like a champ and returns fire with a big calf kick, which brings Kitty to her knees. Larson waves off his pain with another of those shit-eating grins.
Case: She’ll be picking up teeth after this match.
Trey: Cody is a remarkable athlete, and we can only expect this much from him.
Case: He really wants that suplex… no wait—it’s a brain-bustaaaa!
Trey: Whoa!
Kitty goes down like a lawn dart while makes a speedy cover.
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Case: What heart!
Trey: You can’t keep Petrova down for long. Did he not go hard enough?
Case: Maybe, but you can never tell with someone as hardened as Kitty Petrova.
Larson taunts the crowd as begins an ambitious piledriver. Kitty fights but cannot work free. His antics go awry when her feet hit the ropes executing a miraculous 720 tonardo DDT.
Case: Hell. Hath. No. Fury, Trey. He’s done for!
Trey: Where did that even come from!?
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3!
Alara Miles: And your winner… Kitty Pe-troooo-vaaaa!
Petrova stumbles to the ropes with a final fist pump for the crowd. Cody Larson recovers just shaking out all those cobwebs to a mass of jeering fans all around him. His exit is determined yet still full of dignity.
Trey: That was just stupendous! What a finish!
Case: You take wins like that for granted sometimes, but knowing Kitty, she’ll learn and improve from it.
Trey: Definitely, as she takes this big win to the house.
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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:13:12 GMT -5
The video has this vintage feel, black and white and grainy in a way that evokes a strange feeling of nostalgia, at first not apparent that it's monochrome because it's a sidewalk and a pair of checked Vans slip-ons that could be the iconic white-and-black pattern. A voice begins to speak, that lazy cadence and slight accent making it clear who's speaking even before the camera pans up to show who those walking shoes belong to.
Lex Collins: Walk a mile. Walk another. 'Til your legs hurt. 'Til the breath in and out of the lungs feels like battery acid – burnin' more each one. Fall down. Get back up again. Is that training? Conditioning? Sheer fuckin' insanity? It depends on the view, don't it? Depends on the perspective. Challenger feels weird to say – contender makes me think of Rocky Balboa an' it's best my head don't go down that road lest my mouth follow a second behind. Means something different to me than it does our illustrious champion…
He pauses and the voice-over stops, that easy gait down the street coming to an end in front a wall covered in graffiti. Collins jumps, catching hold of a fire escape ladder. He doesn't pull it down. Instead he gives himself a boost off the wall in the same motion, the rusted metal barely making a sound as he climbs it, moving quickly and with such assurance that it's clear he's done it a thousand times before.
Lex Collins: Tonight, he adds a little padding to the record. A little cushion – gotta start to build that distance, y'know? The illusion doesn't work when you're close enough to see the fish wires an' mirrors. An' hey, that ain't no knock on the powers that be – do whatever puts asses in the seats. I just… it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. That's all. The champion gettin' fed a fuckin' minnow while the contender sits on the sidelines. I don't claim to understand the inner workings of a wrestlin' company, least of all trying to figure out where everyone filters out in the peckin' order – place's grown exponentially since I heard of it. Just seems kinda… disappointing – wait, can I say that kinda shit on this broadcast? I wouldn't wanna set the wrong tone. I wouldn't wanna make people think the wrong thing about ol' Lex Collins.
He's made it to the roof and now he's crossing that gravel-covered surface, past a pigeon coop that's rusted and broken in on itself. He moves past someone's laundry, plaid shirts flapping in the breeze like flags. He doesn't seem to pay much regard to either and it's a mystery if they're simply scenery or meant to hold some hidden meaning.
Lex Collins: I don't give a fuck about merchandise sales or the zeroes in my bank account at the end of the week. That's not why I'm here. No, see… there's always been a reason. Always been this motivation an' I know I've told this one before, used this imagery before. There's this video by this band called Radiohead. Only ever saw one video of theirs, but it's the kind that lingers. Makes you think too much, I guess. First time I saw it I was in a bar an' the volume was on mute. 'Member it was just this guy, layin' on the ground an' some other guy came up to him, asking him what was the matter. First dude's all 'fuck off, man... you don't wanna know', but cleaned up a bit for MTV or whatever.
He's standing on the edge of the roof now, looking down at the sidewalk below where the very scene is playing out. There's a man laying on the ground, dressed the same as Lex himself is. Torn jeans. Old punk tee and a black hoodie. The beat-up skate shoes. The works. There's another figure standing over him, imploring.
Lex Collins: The guy on the ground, he's got a secret. The world needs to know. No matter what, no matter the cost – there ain't no room for secrets 'round here. The first guy draws a crowd, they all wanna know now. They're louder. More insistent – I was makin' up my own story to thing now, totally hooked. The crowd keeps pushin' but he's gotta keep it in. It's too much. Too heavy. They gotta know. They're gonna fuckin' die if they don't. An' first guy's all reluctant but they drag it from him like people do. So his lips move an' 'cause it was on mute I had no idea what he said but then it cuts back to the band playin' away – build the suspense.
The view returns to Collins, standing there on the roof, looking down. His gaze is haunted. He looks exhausted.
Lex Collins: The last shot was the one that got in deep. The one that hung with me all these years – it cut back to the street an' everyone was on the ground. Like whatever the guy had inside just leveled 'em right there in their tracks. I've been… I've walked too many miles now not to understand why that hit me so hard. For a while, I thought that was cool. I thought wouldn't it be awesome to be that guy – to have that power over so many people. I thought maybe I could build a fan-base. Thought maybe I could cultivate that – I ain't no aspirin' cult leader, Haven. No need to call the lawyers yet.
There's a soft sigh, one that probably wasn't meant to be on the recording. Collins stares off into the distance, like he's waiting for something.
Lex Collins: I wanna be the one with the power, sure – we all want that. I don't wanna be the broken guy on the ground, the one with the sad eyes who knew too friggin' much for his own good. Can't have one without the other though. That's the lesson here. You can't call yourself a champion if you're not prepared to carry that weight on your shoulder. Can't open that lid, can't spill the worms if you're not ready for the fallout an' I've been takin' all this shit in for so long I gotta let it out. I gotta…
His gaze shifts and now he's staring deep into the camera. He looks determined. He looks like he's seen too much and there's a shadow on his features for a moment before his lips quirk with a crooked smirk.
Lex Collins: I'd tell Ice Prince to stay frosty but it feels too much like tellin' Ponyboy to 'stay gold'. Our moment awaits, inchin' closer with each breath. Live your life, man. Live that lie. Enjoy those thirteen minutes you got left. When the clock stops, when we're together between those ropes, I'll tell you what's on my mind. I'll spill the secret – just be ready to admit my truth's somethin' you won't ever be able to handle. You'll be the one layin' there, countin' the lights while you wonder how you could be so damned blind for so long.
The guy on the ground is still laying there and as the camera shifts view, rushing away, it shows that the downed man now bears a striking resemblance to Thomas Snow. Lex still stands high above, watching that motionless body down below in silence as the scene fades to black.
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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:16:46 GMT -5
“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 Miles: The following is a singles match! Introducing first, from Charlottetown, Canada... weighing 235 pounds... SOLOMON GRAHAM!!!
"Torn" by Watch Out For Snakes plays as Raul Temper, accompanied by Hightower and Professor Wilson, saunter down the ring.
Alara Miles: And his opponent, from Lisbon, Portugal... RAUL TEMPER!!
Trey: Solomon Graham had a rocky start but he's really coming into his own lately!
Case: He won his match last week... this week he takes on one of Professor Wilson's minions. The wrestling world weeps.
The referee calls for the bell and Raul Temper tries to bull-rush Solomon Graham but Graham moves out of the way and Temper crashes chest first into the corner. Temper turns around to catch a barrage of chops to his chest as Graham grabs his arm and irish whips him across the ring and into the far corner. Temper bounces out of it and right into Graham who grips Temper and lifts him high into the air and drives him down face first into the mat with a flapjack. Graham gets up and walks around Temper, who's slow to get to his feet and falls to one knee. Graham runs off the ropes and as Temper gets to his feet, spins with his head trapped, and delivers a neckbreaker. Graham makes the cover!
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...NO!
Trey: Graham taking the early advantage here!
Case: These two bowling balls are just crashing into each other.
Temper manages to get his shoulder up as Graham shakes his head and pulls Temper up by his hair. Temper delivers a well placed shot to Graham's gut and backs him up into a corner and drives his shoulder into Graham's midsection. Temper turns and charges in but before Temper could land it, Graham pulls himself up on the top rope, leapfrogging and sending Temper crashing into the middle turnbuckle. Graham slams Temper's head on the top turnbuckle a couple of times before sitting Temper up on the top! He's looking for a huge superplex! But Temper fights him off and throws Graham down, crash-landing in the center of the ring! He stands up on the top rope and leaps off, going for the Screaming Berserk top-rope splash!
Case: Seriously... what's the scream for?
Trey: Solomon Graham gets his knees up just in time!
As Temper tends to his bruised ribs, he walks right into the Braincell Killer! The cover by Solomon Graham!
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Trey: That's all she wrote!
3!!!
We cut to commercial.
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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:17:31 GMT -5
We open backstage, where Duncan Aries sips from a Styrofoam cup, stirring some coffee, clad in his denim jacket. Aries rubs his chin and nods.
Duncan Aries: “Tonight, Trinity Wrestling audience, I need you to do me a huge favor, bigger than any you have done for your boss, your spouse, or anyone you consider family. This is important, so don’t fuck it up.”
Aries motions to the camera, and even leans in himself.
“Don’t blink. That’s right, don’t fucking blink. Because if you do, you just might miss the biggest beating in ol’ Persey’s piss poor excuse for a life, one that she didn’t ask for as a sexual favor.”
“Blink, and you will miss the savior of Trinity Wrestling do what he does best, and, most likely, in record fucking time too.”
Aries takes a deep drink of his coffee.
“Blink, Trinity Wrestling fans, and you just might miss the shortest championship reign in this company’s history that I can assure you.”
“Blink, Persephone, because this is a car wreck of fucking pain you’re just not ready for. Brace your sorry ass for the impact, ya dirty little bitch.”
Aries toasts us with the coffee cup and saunters off, whistling.
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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:32:21 GMT -5
Alara Miles: Ladies and gentlemen... the following is for the TRINITY WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
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.
Alara Miles: Introducing first, from San Diego, California... weighing 232 pounds... "THE WILD CARD"... DUNCAN ARIEEEEEEES!
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.
Trey: Duncan Aries fell short in his attempt at capturing this belt just last week!
Case: And he wasn't happy about it. But he gets another chance here.
Alara Miles: And his opponent, she is the FIRST ever TRINITY WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION! She hails from St. Louis, Missouri... "THE WHITE RABBIT"... PERSEPHONEEEEEE!
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. She hands her Television Championship over to Alana Miles.
Trey: Persephone appears to be the muscle in TW's freakiest stable, Haven!
Case: We've got way too many stables here, if I may say so.
Trey: They are certainly making themselves known, and holding the Television Championship is quite the statement!
Case: There's safety in numbers, I guess. Certainly the way I used to wrestle.
The bell rings and Aries immediately forces a lockup, using his size advantage to force Persephone back into the corner where he hits a wicked chop, knocking the wind out of her as he nods enthusiastically at his actions. He follows by whipping her into the ropes, but when he looks for a back body drop she leaps clean over him, landing in a front roll on the other side. Aries quickly turns to face her but she catches him with a deep arm drag, followed quickly by a dropkick taking him off his feet!
Case: Persephone looking impressive so far in her initial championship defense!
Trey: Duncan Aries is just giving her a chance to shine. She's a softball champion.
Persephone looks to maintain the momentum but Aries grabs a quick headlock, turning it into a takedown that sends her crashing into the ground. Persephone struggles to break free, ultimately wrapping her legs around Aries’ neck in a headscissors that forces him to break the headlock. He’s been in this position before though, twisting around so he can grab Persephone’s legs and bridge over into a pin. Before the referee can even count one however, Persephone surprises everyone by pushing up off the ground in a bridge! Aries is almost twice her size, but she supports their weight, twisting around and looking for a backslide! Aries rolls her over his back, but she quickly spins into a Victory Roll upon landing!
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Aries kicks out!
Trey: Still think he’s just playing around?
Case: He’s got her right where he wants her.
In spite of Trey’s commentary, Aries is clearly flustered by the nearfall, driving a knee into Persephone’s stomach before lifting her up into a double underhook backbreaker! Rather than covering, he drags her back to her feet where he hits a European Uppercut to the neck, followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Persephone covers!
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Case: New champio--
...kickout!
Trey: Persephone is not quite done yet! And these fans are slowly getting behind her because... well... Duncan Aries is kind of an ass.
Case: Watch your mouth, Case. This is a family show.
Aries maintains control, dragging her back to her feet and hitting a reverse neckbreaker! He doesn’t cover though, choosing instead to line her up for something else. He moves back, stalking her until she nearly makes it to her feet. She’s still toppled at the waist, leaving her perfect prey for the Enter Gideon disaster kick! Persephone ducks underneath however, and the Zealot's Lock out of nowhere! She's got the leg hooked!
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Kickout!
Trey: That was CLOSE!
Case: That’s Duncan's big disadvantage here… Persephone is familiar with his work while she remains more or less a mystery.
Persephone is back to her feet first, peppering the slow to rise Aries with kicks to the chest and face. Now it’s her turn to stalk him, waiting for him to get to his feet before snapping him back to the ground with a huge roundhouse kick to the jaw! As he fights his way up again, she puts him down with a Samoan Drop! Wanting to finish things off, she climbs to the second rope… Missile Dropkick! NO! Aries sidesteps, catching her into a side slam! He’s running on fumes, but he runs the ropes… THE ENTER GIDEON LANDS! Cover!
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Case: NEW CHAMPI--
Kickout!
Case: Goddammit!
Trey: These two are throwing everything they have into this match!
Aries wastes no time in following up, dragging Persephone to her feet and hitting a huge powerbomb! He covers!
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Kickout!
Trey: How much more punishment can Persephone take?? She's clearly tougher than anyone has given her credit for!
Aries takes a step toward the ropes, considering his finisher The Culmination, but Persephone is already climbing to her feet so instead he launches her into the ropes. He tries to catch her into a spinebuster but she spins around him, countering with a swinging DDT, ending in her front facelock, Heaven To Hell! Submission hold is locked in, and it's deep! Persephone is grinding his face into the mat for good measure and Aries' face is turning beet-red!
Trey: She's going to choke him out!
Case: This is an intense match.
The fans are roaring now as Persephone has exceeded all of their expectations! They can tell that this title means the world to her! But Aries circles around, and manages to slide his foot on the bottom rope! Persephone is forced to break the hold or risk disqualification!
Still shaking off the cobwebs from the Enter Gideon and the powerbomb, Persephone nonetheless drags Aries back to his feet, looking for an inverted suplex. Aries slips his arms free though… lands a straight right hand to her cheek! Persephone is stunned as Aries recovers, dragging himself toward the apron. As Persephone slowly finds her footing again, Aries sizes her up. He misses with a superkick and Persephone ducks underneath, leaping up onto his shoulders for a victory roll!
NO!
He spins her around in mid-air, and lands ANOTHER powerbomb! THIS TIME WITH A BRIDGE!
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AND WITHOUT THE REFEREE NOTICING...
2…
HE BRINGS HIS FEET UP ON THE MIDDLE ROPE FOR MORE LEVERAGE!
3!!!!!
DING DING DING
Trey: Holy smokes! Duncan Aries is the new Trinity Wrestling Television Champion!
Case: Was there any doubt?
Trey: Well... yes! There was! Persephone took everything he had and he needed to cheat a little to finally put her away!
Case: Sometimes you do whatever it takes to win a Championship. I don't blame him one bit, and despite what he says about Trinity Wrestling... Duncan Aries is proud to be a champion.
Duncan Aries is handed his new Television Championship and he grins widely, staring at the nameplate. He stares around at the booing crowd, and his grin grows even wider as he heaves a huge loogie right on the logo!
Case: Guess not...
Duncan gives Persephone a parting shot and exits the ring, chanting "FUCK TRINITY! FUCK TRINITY!" hoping to get the crowd involved. Of course, he's met with the fans throwing food and drinks and trash at him, and Duncan Aries welcomes it!
Trey: What a disgusting display after such an incredible match! How can someone be this disrespectful??
Case: Well, like it or not, Duncan Aries is now a representative of Trinity Wrestling.
Trey: Round two goes to Duncan Aries in this ever-growing feud... will we see a round three??
The tron illuminates behind Duncan. It shows Kylie Moore in her office.
Kylie: Duncan, Persephone. While I have you both here let me let you know what I just signed into action. Next week we will have two qualifying matches and the following week we will have two more. At The Big Time, on September 10 the Television Title will be defended in a SIX PERSON LADDER MATCH! Until The Big Time there will be NO TV Title defenses. Next week, Solomon Graham will take on Jago and Pasha will take on Nightshade. The winners will qualify for the Television Title Ladder Match! Duncan, enjoy your title because even though you are not defending your title we will have a triple threat match next week... The Television Champion Duncan Aries will take on whoever wins tonights Nomad Title Match AND The Trinity World Champion Thomas Snow in a triple threat match in next weeks main event!
Duncan Aries shakes his head side to side as we cut to commercial.
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Post by TWN on Aug 13, 2019 23:58:54 GMT -5
Trey: What a night we have had. And we are not finished yet. Next up the World Champion does battle with Nightshade.
Nightshade is in the ring pointing his bat at the entrance area. "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 title and hands them down to his father as he stares down his opponent. The bell rings as Nightshade runs at Snow and hits a dropkick. The champion is rocked and rolls out of the ring to regain his thoughts.
Trey: Did the week off stun the champ?
Case: I have said it since day one. This is not the kind of guy we need representing Trinity.
Nightshade taunts the crowd as Snow slides back in. Nightshade turns around and is met by a jumping back kick from the champion. Snow climbs to the top rope. His father yells for him to get down and stay on Nightshade. Snow hops down as Nightshade lifts him up and hits a chokeslam. Nightshade goes for a pin.
1… 2… NO!
Snow gets a foot on the rope. Nightshade gets up and is visibly upset. He lifts the champ up on his shoulders for a death valley driver. Snow flips around and hits a monkey flip on Nightshade. He kips up and hits a dropkick on Nightshade. He stands over top of Nightshade and hits a standing moonsault. He goes for the cover.
1… 2… NO!
Nightshade powers out. Snow makes it to his feet and waits for Nightshade to stand up. He hits a slingshot dropkick on Nightshade. He then climbs to the top rope. He jumps off hitting a 630 splash!
Trey: NUCLEAR WINTER!
1… 2… 3!
The referee calls for the bell. Snow celebrates with his title as we cut to commercial.
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Post by TWN on Aug 14, 2019 0:13:25 GMT -5
Trey: And welcome back while we were away…
(You ain't ready for me!)
Trey: Really? Okay…
Case: Guess not!
The arena is flooded with red light as "You Ain't Ready" by Skillet plays over the speakers.
Damian Simmons slowly walks out from the curtain as a white spotlight cuts through the red and shines upon him. He stands at the top of the ramp and points towards the ring with finger guns and motions shooting.
Alara Miles: This match is going to be one fall… first up from Las Vegas, NV… he is 7 feet tall and over 245 pounds… the Juggernaut – Damian Simmons!
Simmons storms down the ramp, ignoring the fans who are reaching for him. He jumps up onto the apron and steps over the top rope. He removes his vest and tosses it down to ringside. Fuming, he's ready for his opponent.
Trey: The bodyguard to the stars. What a sight this guy is!
Case: He’s no Pasha, but then again, what human is? Damian is still a dangerous monster on two legs.
Trey: You got that right.
“Big Balls” by ACƚƚDC hits to the miraculously sweaty man meat that is Frank Lowe “Hanger”. He gets the crowd fired up, but not in the best way with all his unwanted gesticulating.
Alara Miles: And his opponent from Detroit, MI… weighing in at 256 pounds… Frank “Hanger” Lowe!
He makes an unheroic pose-fest to the ring, yet when he reaches the apron, Damian Simmons snapmares him into the ring with every inch of that power forward physique. Simmons continues his assault to the bell. His boots do the talking, never letting Frank get to his feet at all. Fans sit back and scarf down popcorn for this ole fashioned woodshed whoopan.
Trey: How do you even answer a man that big?
Case: He’s too eager, Trey. You have learn to pace yourself… see, he’s already tiring.
Trey: Are you sure?
Case: Trust me – I can smell it a mile away.
Trey: And you’re sure that’s not Lowe’s natural musk?
Frank backs into the ropes and manages to level Simmons with a kitchen sink knee. That split second gives him a chance to go behind, a thought that rang with him—and made him laugh aloud, but Simmons elbowed free.
Trey: Here goes that power game again!
Case: That lariat was right to the back of his head. You can’t do that!
Trey: You wanna read him the rights then? Go ahead, I’d love to see that.
Case: Look, that shit’s dangerous—oh no! Did you see that cross backbreaker!?
Trey: A cover!
1!
2!
Trey: Expert timing and retaliation, but he just can’t seem to keep Frank Lowe down.
Case: Can you say that on Netflix?
Trey: Totally… so long as we’re not smoking.
Case: Hey, look at the match, dude. Oh come on Frank!
Trey: Roll up!
1!
2!
Case: Thank god, Frank Lowe had the tights. You that right?
Trey: Of course, but sometimes you need to reach into that bag of tricks against stiff competition.
Case: Lariat—oh it’s wide!
Trey: Frank dodged it perfectly! Sit and Spin!
Case: He’s nowhere near the ropes… Frank Lowe is a master of the ring.
Trey: Oh no… keep fighting!
Damian Simmons slumps forward and has to bang the canvas, tapping out after several excoriating minutes. Frank Lowe hangs over top of him for a moment before letting the crowd boo him to the back.
Alara Miles: And your winner… Frank Lowe “Hanger”!
Case: He just made a mark on the ring… one we may not wipe out so easily.
Trey: Don’t be gross, man. But we will need some bleach regardless.
Case: Now that’s your cue to get a sandwich! We’ll be right back!
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Post by TWN on Aug 14, 2019 0:25:07 GMT -5
House of Kandi is in the ring awaiting their opponent. The lighting in the arena goes pitch black as the opening riffs of "Enough" by Galleries begins to play through the arena. As the first hit of percussion hits the speakers, a spotlight comes on suddenly directly from above, Graham kneeling down and looking towards the ground.
After a few seconds further into the track, he stands up and stares towards the ring. The lighting in the arena returning to normal as he begins to make his way towards ringside. His focus on the ring has not changed, although he is slapping hands with fans who are reaching out and are within his reach.
Shortly before making it to ringside, Graham bursts into a sprint before jumping upwards, swinging his legs upwards and letting momentum slide him under the bottom ropes. Shortly after stopping, Graham kips up and makes his way to the closet turnbuckle. Hopping onto the second turnbuckle, he then looks upwards and throws both arms upwards and points. Shortly after, he brings his arms down to point towards the crowd with his hands forming the appearance of a gun. After a few seconds, he backflips off the turnbuckle and lands on his feet. He then walks back towards the turnbuckle, getting a few quick stretches in before the match begins… The House of Kandi all huddle up as Ice starts off with Clauson. Before anyone else can get out of the ring Clauson hits a HUGE lariat on Ice. He lifts Ice up as the House of Kandi disperse. He hits a tilt a whirl backbreaker on Ice and covers her.
1… 2… 3!
Trey:Well, that is one down!
Kandi Washington is furious on the outside. She sends Jake Wakefield in next. Wakefield runs at Clauson and attempts a shoulder tackle. Clauson trips him in the process. Wakefield’s neck snaps off the ropes. He slowly stands up and hits three strikes on Clauson. The referee warns Wakefield to use an open hand. As Wakefield goes back toward Clauson he is caught with a spinning backfist. Clauson makes the cover.
1… 2… 3!
Case: No nonsense from Clauson here. Two down, two to go.
Kandi sends Drake in and follows closely behind. She slides out of the ring and gets a chair. She hits Clauson in the back with it getting Knight disqualified. Kandi realizes she is the only one left. She tries to run but Clauson catches her by the hair. He lifts her up and hits a Crucifix Driver. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits the Green Arrow. He makes the cover as the referee makes the count.
1… 2… 3!
Trey: Clauson just single handedly took out the House of Kandi! He is going to be a force to be reckoned with here in Trinity!
We cut to commercial.
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Post by TWN on Aug 14, 2019 1:06:17 GMT -5
Tey: Business, my friends, is about to pick up here.
Case: Titles are the lifeblood of any promotion, and tonight, one of the most contested straps goes on the line. And for those of you at home not paying attention to our Nomad Title because it’s not the World Title or some undisputed championship – then you don’t know Trinity!
Tey: Exactly. The nomad belt is our pride and joy, and for now, it remains in the capable hands of some of our best talent in Terra Walker.
Case: But there’s no guarantee, Trey. It could just go poof – and we’re left holding all the straws.
Tey: Rest assured, tonight that is not the case. And here. We. Go!
"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! And she is you reining Trinity Nomad Champion!
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. Few things look as marvelous as those stunning fuchsia tones hitting stage lighting.
Case: One step from a rumble victory, and Terra Walker hasn’t missed a step, Trey.
Tey: She has not. And with good reason… and genes too!
Case: Who knows how to control a crowd better than that walker clan?
Tey: If you do find one, keep it to yourself. Ha!
“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: And her challenger 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.
Case: What a prize!
Tey: You good, my dude?
Case: You see yourself in gold… you know. It’s beautiful sometimes.
Ding! Ding!
Tey: Touching… but here comes Walker with dropsault!
Case: She’s so fast – and already up looking for more blood. Huge neckbreaker!
Tey: She caught him not looking. Terra Walker is a professional in every sense.
Case: And a dangerous vet despite her young age. A product of that S-level parenting.
Tey: You can say that million times… ooh!
Case: Size coming to play with a vicious set of knee strikes. Cruze is back in it!
A third knee leaves Terra in the ring’s center clutching at her gut. That lets Cruze get full range of the ropes, gaining momentum for something earthshattering.
Tey: Spinning! Wheel! Kick!
Case: Ever had that taste knocked out of your mouth?
Tey: Nope.
Case: It looks like that – and he gets the side clutch on tight… STO!
Tey: Oh man! How did she escape that!
Case: She’s a crafty one alright! Walker off the ropes now herself… what! A sunset powerbomb!
Tey: Oh wow… how did he already kick out?
Terra Walker goes right after her challenger with heavier fists. This leaves him over two one side, leaving Cruze susceptible to some huge. Walker lunges inside his reach and hoists the larger man on her back. Those machine-built thighs take on an Atlas struggle before steadying and delivering a Death Valley Driver. No one is sitting. The entire arena rises up to start a goddamn riot.
1!
2!
2.6!
Case: Hook the leg next time. It’ll keep him down.
Tey: True, but did you consider the skill of her challenger? Cruze is here for a reason.
Case: He did well in the rumble, yes, but can he survive tonight?
Tey: Walker taking her time with that headlock. Wow, she really locks those on – no joke!
Case: She’s a warrior, Trey. What’s not to get? She’s out here to destroy and walk home with her strap.
Fans bring the near lifeless body of New York Cruze from the brink, he makes those accustomed elbows to break free, as well as a customary back off the ropes, but Terra already sniffed it out minutes ago. She ducks his Pele kick and answers with a sharp elbow to the mouth.
Tey: She’s calls that a Seismic Rupture… not what I expected of a champion, Case.
Case: Call it what it is, Trey. That was a total “cheap” shot. He’s lucky not to lose some teeth.
Cruze backs into the ropes with Walker on assault again, going right for the same leg she’s bullied all night. Cruze is tired and fighting back – wherein only the fans can rise him from that ignoble stupor of a getting knocked from there to Timbuktu. Walker squares up an elbow before grabbing his head.
Case: She wants to put an exclamation point!
Tey: Could it be—no!
Case: Hip toss… and another!
Tey: New York Cruze just became a cruise missile! What a nasty kick from the challenger!
Case: Walker is dead on her feet. She may not even know what’s happening. Someone check on her!
Cruze swoops in for his own finale. Terra swings at the blurs in front of her, but that leaves her open for a rolling calf killer. Friends delight in her agony as it carries on for several minutes.
Case: She’s nearing the ropes. This may not be the end!
Tey: It’s in sight. She just has to grab that middle rope!
Case: Come on, Terra. You can do it!
Tey: She’s got them in tight… but wait—where’s Cruze going?
Case: Somewhere crazy, Trey. He’s out of his mind.
New York Cruze takes a second to view his target before waving the crowd to join in his final swipe. Walker stares into the lights huffing and puffing. Cruze is only 5% better, barely holding himself on the top rope, no matter how much those psychos yell back him. His latent position actually gets the ref involved. And then he leaps with both feet forward like M. Bison from Street Fighter II.
Case: These. Vagabond. Shoes!
Tey: Crushing stop off the top rope! This one’s over!
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3!
Alara Miles: And your winner… and new Nomad Champion of Trinity Wreslting… New! York! Cruze!
He leaps on his prize while the former champ comes to grabbing at her own face. Cruze reaches down to give her a hand off the ground. Walker gets to her feet, but upon seeing her cherished title in another’s possession, she instead storms off albeit with a tank running on E.
Case: Well that went poorly. Whatever happened to sportsmanship?
Tey: Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, partner, Cruze was a dominant fighter.
Case: I do, we just wanted more from the former champ. But she doesn’t finish the fight this time.
Tey: And we know a Walker never gives up that easily. And now I’m getting the feels.
Case: That’s been another sinful episode… we’ll catch you folks next Tuesday.
Tey: Same time on your streaming devices. Good night!
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