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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 11:50:31 GMT -5
OPENING SEGMENT
"Mayhem" by Halestorm blares over the loud speaker. The camera pans around the crowd as we see random signs.
"Trapson is a God"
"Thomas Snow, I Will Be Your Daddy!"
"Marry me, Persephone"
We cut to the announce desk where Trey and Case are seen sitting.
Trey: Welcome to Tuesday Night Sin! We are live from beautiful Phoenix, Arizona.
Case: Beautiful? It is way too hot!
Trey: A little housekeeping before we get rolling. Thomas Snow and Benjamin John Beaufort is cancelled for tonight as they had travel issues. But remember we do have more amazing matches including Madwoman Szalinski taking on Persephone in our main event. We also have the debut of eNait as she takes on Kitty Petrova.
Case: Another debut as Kelly Penkzee-Nelson takes on Jock "The Cock" Wilson.
Trey: Kicking things off we have Graham Clauson taking on Nightshade!
The tron lights up as we see Trapson in the office of Kylie Moore. Kylie looks at Trapson.
Kylie: Trapson, have a seat please.
Trapson shakes his head before speaking in his trademark sound.
Trapson: No, that's ok.
Kylie looks at Trapson as she stands as well.
Kylie: Trapson, when we signed you we thought we had a future hall of famer. Instead we have been greeted with flash mobs and thriller dances. So I am sorry but we are going to have to let you go as an active competitor in Trinity Wrestling.
Trapson goes to speak but can only get two words out.
Trapson:Well...shit...
We cut to the ring for the first match of the night.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 11:59:10 GMT -5
Graham Clauson vs Nightshade
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.
Alara: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Cincinnati, Ohio… weighing 233 pounds… the NOTORIOUS 513… GRAHAAAAM CLAAAAUSON!!!
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…
Trey: Graham looks ready and focused tonight, Case! He made his presence felt at Big Time and he’s ready to start the night off right!
Case: He’s got a big test ahead in the form of Nightshade. And when I say big… I mean just like, tall or something.
No music.
No fanfare.
Nightshade just stomps down to the ring in a righteous fury.
Alara: And his opponent, standing 6’8 and weighing 220 pounds… NIGHTSHADE!
As Nightshade slides under the bottom rope, he is met immediately with boots to the back. The referee intervenes, allowing Nightshade a chance to get to his feet, officially calling for the bell.
Trey: And we’re underway!
The two meet in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up, and Nightshade pushes him down to the mat with ease. He bounces back up and leaps right back into the tie-up, and is met with the same fate. Once again, he shows his resiliency and hops right back up, not showing any fear whatsoever. But this time, he fakes out a tie-up and ducks underneath Nightshade's grasp, dropping Nightshade with a perfect Dragon Suplex!
Trey: Holy crap! Where did that come from?
Case: Seemed like he was picking his moment.
The fans roar in unison as Clauson hops back up and waits for Nightshade to get to his feet, before sending him back down with a standing dropkick. Nightshade pops up, and Clauson is waiting for him, whipping him to the ropes before dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker. He considers a pin attempt, but opts against it and runs to the ropes, slingshotting off the middle rope but crash-lands with a missed leg drop. He favors his backside a little as Nightshade pulls himself up, looking to be tired of the fast-paced activity. He pulls Clauson up by the arm and slams a knee into his gut, before lifting him up and dropping him down with a pendulum backbreaker. He lays across Graham’s sternum, hooking a leg.
1...
2...
...but Graham gets a shoulder up.
Nightshade grabs a hold of his legs and falls backward, springboarding him into the turnbuckle. Pleased with himself, he doesn't notice that Clauson has landed with his feet planted on the middle rope! He quickly climbs to the top and waits for Nightshade to finish taunting the crowd, and he leaps off, looking for a hurricanrana! But Nightshade catches him just in time and slams him down with a modified powerbomb!
Trey: Clauson took a chance and paid dearly!
Case: Lucky for him, Nightshade didn’t really get all of it.
Nightshade looks down at the fallen Clauson and smiles, taking his sweet time draping his body over, not bothering to hook a leg.
1...
2...
3-- NO!!! Clauson kicks out and the crowd roars.
They are obviously behind the daredevil and Nightshade picks up his fallen foe again. He tries a right hand, but he blocks it. And then blocks another, before swinging wildly for a lariat. Clauson ducks underneath, spinning a backfist into Nightshade’s chin! He connects with a release german suplex! Clauson thinks about a cover, but decides to wait on him to return to his feet. His patience pays off, as he connects with an enziguri, and follows it up with a leg drop, hooking a leg!
1...
2...
...but Nightshade kicks out. Clauson immediately transitions into an armbar, but a scramble ensues, and Nightshade fights his way out of it. They both get to their feet and Nightshade misfires on a haymaker, with Clauson ducking underneath it. Clauson brings him down with a jump swinging neckbreaker, and follows it up with a beautiful standing moonsault!
Trey: Graham Clauson is on fire right now! Did you see the athleticism there?
Case: That was a C+... mayyyyyybe a B-... tops.
Clauson sees his downed opponent and gives him a quick kick to the face to keep him down before scaling the top ropes. He flies through the air, connecting with his corkscrew shooting star press, the Green Arrow!
The cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
Trey: An amazing display of athleticism tonight, Case! Graham Clauson showed us all that he’s a legitimate contender!
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:03:06 GMT -5
Adelaide Ainsworth Segment
A brunette walks backstage; wearing a pair of pink flip-flop sandals, denim short shorts that expose the crease of her ass and leg, and a low cut singlet top exposing her cleavage. A deliberately provocative look. She walks along taking a drag of a cigarette when she reaches into her bra and pulls out a cellphone. naturally it's the latest iPhone on the market - probably stolen. She stubs her butt out on the wall she is leaning against and lets it fall to the floor. She dials a number of the phone and hits speaker to talk into it.
The phone answers.
Voice: "What do you want Adelaide?"
Adelaide: "Oi cunt."
Voice: "Yes, Adelaide."
Adelaide: "Ya know ta call me Addy, maggot."
Voice: "Ok, Addy."
Addy: "Sides, cunt, I'm at this Trinity shit in Phoenix. Fuckin hole mind you. Ain't no cunt talkin' ta me."
Voice: "Your new, find someone."
Addy: "Jackie, ya a cunt man. Sign me up for this shit and tell me fuckin nothin'."
Jack: "Addy I don't have time for this. I told you after last time I don't want to deal with you anymore. So I'm going to block your number and don't call me again."
Addy: "If I see ya. I'll stab ya cunt."
There is no response.
Addy: "Fuck!"
Adelaide shoves her phone back in her bra, looks around the hallway and see a stage hand. She runs over to his and slams him against the wall.
Addy: "Gimme ya money cunt."
The stagehand looks at her dumbly, so she just punches him in the face, as he collapses to the ground, she lays the boots to his head. Adelaide reaches down and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. She takes the little money from it and spits on him as she walks off.
Addy: "Fuck this."
As she walks away she reaches into her bra and pulls out a packet of cigarettes, she takes the last one of the packet with the lighter. She lights it, tosses the packet away and shoves the lighter inside her bra.
Addy: "Fuckin' cunts"
She lays a needless parting kick into the stage hand as she walks away.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:03:41 GMT -5
KPN vs Jock Wilson
“COCK A DOODLE DOOOOOOOOOO”
The telltale sounds of a rooster’s call echoes throughout the arena before Do you think I’m Sexy” hits the PA system and the lights dims, and a red glittering marple leap appears on the titentron pulsing with the beat of the song, before Martina struts through the curtain, this time dressed in a light gray low cut police uniform complete with cap, sunglasses and handcuffs which were dangling playfully from her fore finger as she looks out at the crowd smacking gum before as finally The Cock Of The Walk finally surfer walks his way on the stage singing the lyrics of the song to himself all too happy to smirk and strut his stuff, winking at any lady he finds as he makes is way down the ramp followed closely by Martina whose taking her time checking nearby for” contraband” before he makes his way onto the steps and towards the ropes, he lowers himself between the middle of the ropes spreading his legs and giving a sleazy wink at the crowd before stepping into the ring, making his way to the corner, climbing it, spreading her arms wide trying to start a “Jock is Cock” chant meanwhile Martina Adams has pushed the ref in the corner and begun ferociously patting down him shouting at him she’s going to find his concealed weapon, before the ref eventually gets away, leaving Martina to retreat to the corner.
Alara: Introducing first, from Under the Covers, Toronto, Canada... JOCK... "THE COCK"... WILSON!
Trey: Jock has been with the company since it's inception, Case.
Case: Too bad all he does is lose.
Going down Fighting by Unleash The Archers kicks in as the fans are cheering for this. Out Come KPN and looks at the fans who are cheering for her. Sparkles are coming down from the roof with KPN walking to the ring with elegance. She gets in the ring, takes off her robe and taunts the fans clapping for her.
Alara: And his opponent, making her Trinity Wrestling debut, from Manhattan, New York.. she is K...P...N!
KPN wastes no time running at Jock and kneeing him in the gut. Jock is rocked to the ground. KPN taunts him slapping the back of his head. She hooks the neck of Jock and hits a suplex. She rolls through and hits a second one. She rolls through again and hits a third.
Trey: Three Amigas from KPN.
Case: Have we ever had someone of such beauty and class within a Trinity Wrestling ring?
Trey: Alara is there literally every match.
Case: I said class not trash.
Back in the ring KPN hooks Jock up and hits a Spanish Fly. She makes a cover.
1... 2... THR... NO!
Jock barely got his foot on the rope. KPN gets visibly upset. She goes back on the offensive. She attempts to lift Jock up but Jock rolls her up.
1... 2... THR... NO!
KPN kicks out and lifts Jock up on her shoulders. She drops him and knees him in the face.
Trey: ODE TO BPN! ITS OVER
1... 2... 3!!!
Trey: KPN making quick work of the Cock here tonight.
Case: Do you not pay attention before you speak?
We cut to the back.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:04:01 GMT -5
MADWOMAN SZALINSKI SEGMENT
We see Cecilia Ortiz backstage with the number one contender for the Television Championship, Madwoman Szalinski. Cecilia places her hand upon the back of Madwoman.
Cecilia: Hey there, Madwoman. Ready for your match tonight?
A faint "Mmhmm" escapes Madwoman's lips as Cecilia looks at Madwoman.
Cecilia: You ok? You are acting a little weird.
Another Madwoman Szalinski walks up and places another hand on the first Madwoman.
Madwoman: Yeah.. just a little weird.
She rips the mask off the first Madwoman and it is revealed to be Trapson. Trapson looks at the ground and then to the two women as Security carries him off we can hear his voice.
Trapson: Well... shit!
We cut back to the ringside area.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:16:17 GMT -5
Kitty Petrova vs eNait
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a singles match!
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: Making her way to the ring, from Napa Valley, California… weighing 125 pounds… KITTTTTY PETROOOOOOVA!!!
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.
Trey: Kitty Petrova looks absolutely focused tonight, Case!
Case: She drew the unlucky straw of battling against a cyborg… so this should be interesting.
The arena darkens as the Victorian sounds of "Armageddon" by Marc Jungermann trickle through the PA system. Flashing lights hit whenever snapping sounds spurt. Fog appears on the stage, with a silhouette accompanying it. Suddenly, the music intensifies, the lights go deep blue, and eNaiT is revealed to be the silhouette. She makes a Vulcan salute with one hand, and punches it with the other, marching down the ramp quickly afterwards.
Alara: Making her way to the ring, from Planet Quartex. She weighs in at 130lbs. She is the "Quasonic Disruptor" eeeeeeNaiT!!!
She makes it to ringside, denying fans whenever they attempt to collide Vulcan salutes. She goes up the top rope, strobe lights surrounding her wake. She flips her hair back and raises her arms out, laughing maniacally at the fans, or possibly to herself. She hops down, goes to the center of the ring, and sits cross-legged, laughing more because she knows who she is mocking. She scoots to the corner as the music dies down, and the lights return to normal, awaiting the match at hand.
Trey: And we’re underway!
Taking a step closer to Kitty, eNaiT cackles maniacally, followed by a wink, just before the referee calls for the bell. Kitty doesn't seem to take too kindly to eNaiT's taunting, answering her with a hard right hook to the jaw. Without missing a beat, Kitty rushes the ropes, hitting eNaiT in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick, sending her to her knees. Before eNaiT can answer, she is hit again with a diving back elbow.
Trey: eNaiT is such a strange person, Case… it seems like she’s welcoming this abuse early!
Case: Goddamn freakshow, to be honest.
Trey: I bet you wouldn’t say that to her face!
eNaiT pulls herself from the mat, Kitty slinging herself in eNaiT's direction once more. This time, her head is nearly taken off with a massive bicycle superkick from eNaiT! Not wasting time, eNaiT grabs Kitty by her hair, roughly pulling her to her feet. With a hard kick to the gut, she slams Kitty across her knee with a backbreaker. With Kitty down, eNaiT plants a hard elbow directly into her sternum, before sitting on her stomach and raining down on her upper body with heavy blows. The referee steps in, calling for her to stop. eNaiT answers with pushing him back, and slapping Kitty upside the head one last time before getting up. She grabs Kitty by the feet, who returns the sentiment by forcefully kicking eNaiT straight in the chest. As eNaiT reels backward into the ropes, Kitty quickly kicks up, grabbing eNaiT by the arm and sending her hard into the turnbuckle. Without missing a beat, she follows through with a handspring back elbow smash, cracking eNaiT across the cheekbone. She leans against the turnbuckle, holding her face, Kitty taking another running start towards her. Using her speed and agility, she takes a leap, landing on eNaiT's shoulders and going for a massive hurricanrana.
Case: Man, Kitty Petrova is on fire!
Trey: Her speed and agility on full display here.
Case: eNaiT treading dangerous waters right now!
eNaiT manages to catch Kitty before she can complete the maneuver, countering it into a brutal chin breaker! Kitty's face bounces off the top of eNaiT’s head, her body crumpling to the mat, blood beginning to trickle down her lip. eNaiT takes a second to recollect herself, before grabbing one of her legs and dragging more centered towards the ropes. Taking to the ring apron, she hops onto the top rope, connecting with a slingshot leg drop right across Kitty's chest. Without hesitation, pulling her away from the ropes, eNaiT hooks the leg for the cover.
1..
2..
Kitty kicks out!
Trey: Close one there, Case!
Case: I’ll give eNaiT credit, this is a pretty good debut.
Not seeming too torn up about the kick out, eNaiT hops right back on the offensive, laying heavy boot after heavy boot into Kitty's upper body. Taking a step back for a breather, when eNaiT goes back for another assault on Kitty, she is met with a drop toe hold. Landing on the middle rope straight across the chest, Kitty is back to her feet. She uses the ropes across the ring as leverage, slamming her feet into eNaiT's face with a serious Tiger feint kick. eNaiT stumbles backwards, and is dropped to the canvas with a Ego Trip reverse russian leg sweep!
Trey: Don’t waste time here! Make the cover!
Case: This could prove costly.
On the ring apron, Kitty uses the top rope to sling herself over, into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. She manages to connect, diving on top for a cover!
1..
2..
Thr...
No!
eNaiT manages to power Kitty off of her, slowly getting back to her feet. She rushes Kitty, connecting with a stiff kick to the gut, following through with a Fameasser, sending Kitty face first into the mat. Without hesitation, she takes to Kitty's legs, locking in a brutal kneebar, bending her leg at an awkward angle! Using her heel to pin her free leg down, eNaiT wrenches Kitty's leg in a way that they should not point. Too close to the ropes, Kitty clutches the bottom rope, the referee making eNaiT break the hold.
Case: Close call! Any longer and her knee may have blown out of its’ socket!
Trey: Perfect form, perfect execution. I’m starting to like this weirdo.
She releases the leg, slowly getting up, then dropping her knee hard into the back of the leg she previously had pinned to the mat. She repeats this action twice more, before dragging Kitty by the targeted leg center ring. Using the ropes to her advantage, eNaiT looks to connect with a quick rolling thunder, Kitty managing to move out of the way in the nick of time. Kitty desperately drops eNaiT with a jumping side kick. She grabs eNaiT's leg for another cover..
1..
eNaiT kicks out.
Case: Buying time at this point, forcing eNaiT to expend energy. Smart!
Trey: Well, Kitty is a seasoned veteran… much like myself… and knows the ins-and-out of--
Case: HOLY CRAP!
Out of nowhere, after an irish whip, eNaiT lands her Biggest Bang! A discus bicycle big boot! The impact leaves Kitty downed in a heap, and eNaiT is having trouble capitalizing! Kitty rolls out of the ring and eNait does as well. The two women, exhausted, lay on the ground and attempt to catch their breath. The referee begins his count.
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
Neither competitor seems to be moving.
Trey: These two have given it their all but seems their all wasn't enough to put the other away.
Case: When you waste all your energy on a kick then it is your own fault.
6... 7... 8... 9...
Both women slowly make it to their feet and lunge for the ring.
10!
Trey:Did they make it? The referee whispers to Alara Miles.
Alara: Neither eNait or Kitty Petrova were able to make the ten cpunt and therefore this match is a draw!
Trey: What a match folks!
Case: With no winner so what was the fucking point?
Trey: Never had a draw before?
Case: Never.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:19:59 GMT -5
Lex Collins Segment
The camera feed comes in slowly, resolving from darkness to reveal Lex Collins sitting with his back against the wall. The floor is plain hardwood, the wall blank white so that neither really distract or showcase where he's at. The focal point seems to be the Trinity World Championship that's draped over one shoulder, catching the ambient light with a little telltale glow as the words LIVE VIA SATELLITE flash in the corner.
Lex Collins: Hey. Sorry I couldn't make it this week to do this in person. Kinda feel like I'm lettin' you down in the worst kinda way.
Collins sighs as he removes the belt from his shoulder, folding it gently and setting it atop his lap. He runs his fingers across the raised metal, a ghost of a smile crossing his features.
Lex Collins: It's gonna take a little getting used to. Haven't been the top dog in a long while an' even then it didn't feel real. Spent the whole time waitin' for the other shoe to drop. It always does. I get my hands on the big gold... it all goes to shit. Places close. Go septic an' die off from their own toxicity. I guess I fear that more'n the whole, y'know, inevitable loss. Mean, can't hold it forever, much as I wanna do that. Much as I wanna be the measuring stick from now into eternity... I'm a pragmatist. I know that ain't feasible. That's why I'm not there tonight. I need a little distance. I need a little perspective on this new situation I find myself in.
He shrugs, looking almost sheepish.
Lex Collins: Feel like I'm talkin' to my daughter now, all this guilt... makin' promises I'm gonna do my best to keep. I'll be back next week. Ready, willing an' able. Scout's honor.
He presses his fist against his chest and looks down at the belt in his lap, that smile resurfacing on his lips.
Lex Collins: The fame, for me it's just weird. It's too much sometimes, 'cause that's not really the guy I used to be. And I guess the reason I'm here right now is 'cause I owe it all to each an' every one of you. The fans. My peers... my detractors. Without any of 'em, I wouldn't have a reason to get outta bed in the morning. Without the cheers, and your letters, an' the support I've gained over the last seven years, this wouldn't be much of a dream come true. It took a lot of screwin' up my life to be able to appreciate the good things. Like this belt. Like this company.
Shaking his head, he looks up again.
Lex Collins: My curse is this damned memory of mine. Little niggly things get lost in the shuffle but the bad lingers. I used to try to collect the good times, like fireflies in a jar. Relive them. Doesn't work that way, though. Someone taught me that the hard way. I remember all the lessons, the hard knocks, all the bruises long after they fade. I don't plan to go back to the streets that spawned me ‘cause every step I take in the opposite direction's been a saving grace. It's been a long road to this point. A difficult one but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm happy to be here. Right here. Right now.
He holds up the belt, and looks at it for a moment.
Lex Collins: This... this right here... it means everything to me. I take my promise seriously. I won't let you down. I won't give you a reason to doubt me. Not now. Not ever. Together, we're gonna make Trinity a better place. The best place.
There's a ton of emotion on his face as he breaks eye contact, looking away into the distance as the feed cuts away, showing the capacity crowd for a moment as they break into cheers.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:22:24 GMT -5
TRAPSON SAGA SEGMENT
We see Kylie Moore in her office. A knock can be heard.
Kylie: Come in!
With that Trapson walks in and smiles weakly. Kylie gets upset.
Kylie: What the hell? How did you get in here?
Trapson weakly laughs and speaks.
Trapson: I dressed as a Storm Trooper and got in. I need this job, Miss Moore. I truly do.
Kylie sighs as she speaks again.
Kylie: What if we do this. What if I made you the head of...
Trapson looks enthusiastic as ever.
Kylie: The referee's Union.
Trapson pulls out a black and white striped glove and puts it on.
Trapson: Well... shit...YEAH!
Kylie looks confused.
Kylie: You had a referee glove ready?
Trapson nods and walks out as we prepare for our main event.
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Post by TWN on Sept 17, 2019 12:22:40 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
Madwoman Szalinski is in the ring. She is pacing back and forth.
Trey: I do not wish to be Persephone tonight. She is going it alone as we haven't heard from Haven all night.
Case: Haven or not, Persephone is MORE than capable.
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
Trey: The two time Television Champion is in the ring and ready for war!
Case: But is she ready to get mad?
The bell rings as the two women lock up. The champ locks in a hammerlock but Madwoman fights out quickly. She pokes the champ in the eye as the referee warns Madwoman. As the two women meet back up Madwoman locks in a headlock. Persephone backs up into the ropes and sends Madwoman across the ring and into the other ropes. As Madwoman rebounds Persephone lifts Madwoman up and hits a samoan drop. She stays on the offensive as she looks at the downed challenger lauging as only Persephone can. She climbs the ropes and jumps off attempting a moonsault but Madwoman is out of the way.
Trey: Way to early for a move that risky.
Case: High reward... when you hit it.
Back in the ring, Madwoman has gone on the offensive. She climbs to the second rope and hits a diving fist right to the face of the champion. As Persephone begins to make it to her feet she is met by a HUGE Buzzsaw Kick from Madwoman. Madwoman taunts the crowd as Persephone kips up and hits a clothesline as Madwoman turns around.
Trey: CONFRONTATION CLOTHESLINE!
1... 2... 3.. NO!!!
Madwoman gets a foot on the ropes. Persephone, visibly upset, gets to her feet and attempts to stomp on Madwoman but the referee pulls her back. The lights in the arena go out as the laugh of Pandora can be heard. When the lights come back up the referee is gone and all three members of Haven are in the ring across from Madwoman. Pandora runs at Madwoman hitting a clothesline as the lights go out. When they come back up Madwoman is on the ground and Persephone is in the ring. Persephone attempts a pin but is met by a glitter mist to the eyes. Madwoman rolls Persephone up but there is no referee. Trapson runs down still in his referee glove and makes the count.
1... 2... THR...NO!
Persephone kicks out.
Case: Haven't we seen enough of Trapson tonight?
Trey: He is simply doing his job.
Back in the ring the two women make it to their feet. Madwoman pokes Persephone in the eye again as Trapson begins yelling at her. Persephone rolls out of the ring to recover. Madwoman hits the ropes and does a baseball slide toward Persephone who pulls Madwoman out of the ring. The two women begin fighting on the outside as Trapson begins his count.
1....
2....
3....
4....
5....
Madwoman slides in the ring followed quickly by Persephone. Persephone stands up only to be met by a kick to the jaw.
Case: Swan Kick! Game... Set... and Match... Madwoman.
Trapson begins his count.
1.... 2.... THR... NO!
Persephone is just able to get the shoulder up. Madwoman pounds the mat and begins sizing Persephone up. She sneaks behind Persephone and locks in a katahajime... Persephone uses the ropes to flip over top of Madwoman. SHe pins Madwoman's shoulders down as Trapson gets into position.
1... 2... NO!
Madwoman kicks out. Persephone stands up. SWAN KICK!
1... 2... 3!
Trapson calls for the bell.
Alara: Your winner.. and NEW Trinity Wrestling Television Champion.. MADWOMAN.... SZALINSKI!
"I Believe in Miracles" by the Ramones echos throughout the arena as Madwoman clutches her newly won title! Before she can finish celebrating she is met by a stiff kick to the back of the head. The camera pans out.
Trey: That is Adelaide Ainsworth!
Addy picks the TV Title up and holds it above her head as the scene fades to black.
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