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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:24:23 GMT -5
OPENING SEGMENT
"Mayhem" by Halestorm blares throughout the arena as we see the sold out crowd in San Antonio, Texas! The fans are on their feet. We cut to the announce table.
Trey: Welcome everyone to the road to Bad Moon Rising. We have an action packed show ahead for you. New contenders will be named. The Television Title will be defended as Madwoman Szalinski goes one on one with Adelaide Ainsworth. We also have a HUGE Pure Title match as Frank Lowe defends against Raging Dead!
Case: What is with all of these new fuckers getting shots at titles?
Trey ignores him and keeps speaking.
Trey: We also a number one contender's match for Lex Collins' world Title as Abbi Stein and Graham Clauson go toe to toe and a new Nomad Number one contender as Maverick does battle with Action Jackson.
"Cool for the Summer" by Demi Lovato blares throughout the arena as Kylie Moore steps out from behind the curtain. She smirks as she slides in the ring. She waves at the fans.
Kylie: A couple things I need to get to before we get things rolling here. First things first, the World Title. Thomas Snow has come to me and has cashed in his rematch clause. Therefore at Bad Moon Rising it will be a triple threat match as Lex Collins defends against Thomas Snow and the winner of tonight's match.
The fans roar in excitement.
Kylie: Our main event will be officiated by non other than TRAPSON!
The fans cheer louder as Kylie exits the ring and we prepare for our first match of the night. Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:24:59 GMT -5
ACTION JACKSON VS. MAVERICK #1 Contender's Match for the Nomad Championship
Alara Miles: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a number one contender’s match for the Nomad Championship!
The intro to the Junkie XL Remix of Inception by Hanz Zimmer begins as the lights dim to near darkness, leaving very little light to shine around. Once the beat kicks in, the lights don a purple shade as we see Maverick stand upon the stage in his ring gear and a black jacket, opened and the hood over his head.
Alara: Introducing first, from Wexford Town, Ireland… weighing 195 pounds… MAVERICK!!!
Trey: This kid looks the part, Case! Let’s see what he brings to the table!
Case: Hopefully he’s an actual wrestler and not a goddamn clown-show like his opponent.
He looks out to the crowd before making his way to the ring, he makes his way to ringside and climbs onto the ring apron and looks out to the crowd before raising his hand up high for a minute and lowering it, brushing his feet on the mat and leaping into the ring and then climbing up the ropes at the nearest corner to him. He looks out to the crowd and letting out a roar, stretching his arms out before taking off his jacket and preparing for his match.
Alara: And his opponent…
The lights in the arena go out as all focus goes towards the titantron 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-
Alara: ...fighting out of the GREAT AND MAJESTIC ROCKY MOUNTAINS! Weighing 290 pounds… “ACTION”... JACK JACKSON!!!
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.
Trey: There isn’t anybody in Trinity quite like our American Hero, “Action” Jackson!
Case: You say that like it’s a good thing.
The size difference is apparent here as “Action” Jackson towers over the debuting Maverick. The referee waves his hand, the time-keeper’s bell echoing off the walls of the arena.
Trey: And we are underway!
Case: Man, I’m really bothered by a grown-man in a tight singlet.
Trey: He’s a throwback to the wrestler’s of old, Case! I figured you’d appreciate that.
Jackson pops his chest muscles a few times before running towards Maverick like a bull, his fingers clasped together as he tries to throw down an axe-handle smash. But Maverick sidesteps him just in time, sending a roundhouse kick right into the 290-pound Jackson's gut, doubling him over. Maverick grips the neck and pulls him down, simultaneously bringing his right knee up and connecting under Jackson's jaw. Jackson backpedals a step, but Maverick is right back on him, a flying elbow connecting with his forehead. Maverick stops to mouth some words to the fans who are already beginning to boo.
Trey: He better get his head back in this match!
After some taunting of the crowd, Maverick turns right into a huge clothesline from Jackson. The fans immediately erupt in cheers, and Jackson pulls Maverick up into a gorilla press! He starts doing squats with Maverick draped over his shoulders, before tossing him down into a rib-breaker along his knee! Jackson delivers a stiff kick to Maverick, continuing the kicks until he seeks refuge in the corner. But before he can pull himself back up, Jackson runs at Maverick and drives his tree-trunk leg straight into his throat! The fans are roaring in approval as Jackson has total control of this match so far. But he’s not stopping anytime soon, picking Maverick up like a rag doll by the hair. He pushes Maverick into the corner and drives his body weight and a back elbow to his face. It takes him a while to step up onto the middle rope, finally getting his balance, looking for a ten count of punches!
But no!
Maverick lands a blind low-blow, undetected by the referee, and using as much strength as he has, he pushes Jackson off and makes him lose his balance, crashing on the canvas with a vicious thud!
Case: I'm surprised the ring didn't break!
Trey: Maverick is lucky to have that uncoordinated buffoon in the ring.
Maverick springboards up onto the top rope, connecting with a beautiful leg drop to Jackson's neck! A cover!
1...
2...
...but Jackson kicks out with ease! This leaves Jackson in an awkward position though, and Maverick quickly grabs a hold of Jackson's arm and falls backwards, a grapevine on his shoulder for this vicious armbar! Jackson uses his strength to counter, and he is able to crawl towards the ropes and grasp the bottom, breaking the hold.
Maverick is quick to his feet, stalking Jackson as he slowly gets to all fours. Maverick comes in with a vicious soccer-style punt, aiming for his face, but Jackson has just enough awareness to move and Maverick's foot connects with the middle rope, the impact leaving it ringing up and down.
Trey: He could have put Jackson out had he connected!
Case: Number one contendership for the Nomad Championship is on the line here.
Trey: Jackson won’t go that esily!
The crowd begins chanting “ACTION! ACTION!” but that doesn’t deter Maverick from attacking Jackson once again, trying to lock on a triangle choke. But he has taken entirely too long to act, and Jackson flips him over with a snap mare, following it up with a big kick to his spine! He then begins stomping the hell out of his head with endless boots!
Trey: Jackson isn’t all fun and games! He can get brutal if he needs to, and that’s the scariest thing about this big ol’ teddy bear!
Case: That’s no teddy bear I’ve ever seen.
Jackson pulls Maverick up and whips to the ropes. He misses with a back elbow on the rebound, and Maverick has a jolt of energy as he bounces back, looking for a cross body block! But Jackson catches him in mid-air and slams him down with a huge powerslam out of nowhere! He makes a cover!
1...
2...
...but Maverick just BARELY gets his shoulder up!
Trey: It's clear Maverick has a speed edge, but with Jackson's sheer power, it may not be enough!
Case: Terra Walker has to be watching this match closely. I already see holes in both of their games.
Trey: Oh god, of course you do.
Jackson waits for Maverick to arrive at his feet, and he begins taunting him, removing the straps on his singlet to reveal glistening, oiled-up pectorals! He jiggles them in Maverick’s face and whips Maverick to the ropes.
He bounces off the other rope!
HEAT-SEEKER! Maverick goes flying across the ring!
Trey: That should be it!
Case: You've got to be kidding me.
The cover!
1...
2...
...3!!!
Trey: Action “Jack” Jackson punches his ticket to compete for the Nomad Championship!
Case: Just ridiculous.
Trey: Stop being like that, Case! He’s entertaining as all hell! Well that was just the beginning of the action tonight… so many more matches to come, so many big implications for Bad Moon Rising!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:25:16 GMT -5
The screen of your television or mobile device abruptly goes black. “Rage 25/8” by Z Mann Zilla begins to play and then slowly die down until it is just background music. A red light glows, revealing The Raging Dead. He is set to compete for the Pure Championship tonight...
Dead: I stumbled into Trinity Wrestling on a whim, and fell dead over heels at the very idea of the Pure Championship. Have you heard about this thing? It's brand new… already more prestigious than any other in Trinity… because nobody last lost it yet.
Dead: I've been with this company long enough to pour a cup of coffee, and it's bewildering that nobody has successfully defended a title in this place. Winning titles is so important to people, that they put everything into it. Then a week later… someone else everything into it. New champ. New champ. New champ.
Dead: Wash. Rinse. Repeat. That's not going to happen with the Pure Championship. Right out of the gate… next week… you will see Frank Lowe "Hanger" against The Raging Dead. First of all… the man's got a stupid name. I assume the pun is that his balls hang low, because he's old as fuck.
Dead: But hey, at least his balls work, probably. Mine haven't functioned for over two years. Because I'm fucking dead. The ultimate test will be next week when that big beefy Motor City Fuckboy punches me square in the junk. Don't think he won't, folks. I can tell from that dead squirrel above his lips that he's a ruthless son of a bitch. Everything is going to be just fine though. My junk, unlike Frank's ambition to be champion… will survive.
There is an uncomfortable gaze into the camera.
Dead: I'm going to give y'all a big ol' spoiler for next week.
He leans in to the camera.
Dead: Ready? “Your winner and first ever Trinity Wrestling Pure Champion… The Raging Dead!"
He leans back.
Dead: I have a foolproof gameplan to make that quote come to life. Scoop powerslam. Kickout. Brainbuster. Kickout. Lou Thesz Press. No sell. Standing Leg Drop. Meh. Fisherman's Suplex. Kickout. Suicide Dive. Move out of the way. Flying Cross Body. See Suicide Dive. Gutwrench and/or Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Kickout. Duh. Jumping and/or Second Rope Fist Drop. No sell.
Dead: There's nothing this domestic abuse lookin', drug addict vibin', Fuchinkan kin lyin' amalgamation of garbage can do to put me down long enough for a three count. Why? Because I'm already dead.
Dead: Frank Lowe can try to hang me out to dry, try to destroy my larynx, or even get his dumpster fire of a wife involved. You just don't understand. I don't give a fuck. This is not a game to me. Next week at Tuesday Night Sin… we fight to the death. That's where I have the advantage because… well… you guessed it… I'm already dead.
Dead: My rite of passage here in Trinity Wrestling involves being the first ever Pure Champion. From there… I will make history by becoming the first person on Infinity history to successfully defend a title. And it all starts with beating Frank Lowe. If he has other ideas… he can head down to his favorite local bathhouse, and sit and spin.
Dead: All that matters right now is that I'm hungry… and Frank Lowe is lookin' like a fuckin' buffet. Time to get my bib ready and Rage 25/8.
And then we return to our regularly scheduled program.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:26:15 GMT -5
Pure Championship Match Frank "Hanger" Lowe vs. Raging Dead Alara Miles: The following match is for Trinity’s Pure Championship!
“Big Balls” by AC/DC hits the speakers as Frank Lowe “Hanger” appears on the top of the stage, his championship draped across his waist. He slowly saunters down the ramp, ignoring all of the jeering fans.
Alara: From Detroit, Michigan… weighing 256 po---
But Frank Lowe snatches the microphone out of Alara’s hands! The fans rain down boos as “Hanger” brings the microphone up to his lips!
Lowe: Raging Dead, huh? Been awake and dead for 2 years, huh? Fuck. What a shame. In all that time, you haven’t found a minute to get to a gym? Look at your soft, pudgy body! Most people sleep 8 hours a night, so that’s 8 hours every day they don’t have to work on themselves… But you… God, what the fuck do I call you? It certainly isn’t going to be Raging Dead. Fuck it. I’ll call you Trevor… Trevor, by my count, you’ve had about 250 more days worth of waking time to get in shape or take care of yourself, but you just look like… that. What I learn about you from a quick glance is enough to know I have you straight beat. I am the PREMIERE ATHLETE in this company. I am a finely tuned machine, ready to dismantle lesser men in and out of the ring. So, Trevor, you need to ask yourself if it’s worth it to climb into my ring where I will take you apart piece by fucking piece.
Trey: Jesus! This guy is brutal!
Case: He takes no prisoners, I like it.
Lowe: And that should be easy enough, right? Either you’re actually a two-years-dead guy who’s already on the verge of falling apart with rot OR you’re a goddamn delusional liar who can’t tell the truth apart from bullshit and is a much less imposing presence than he wants everyone to think he is. Well, here’s the rub, Trevor: I’m not bullshit, I am the truth, and come bell time, I’m going to put you down like a rabid dog, because I AM EXACTLY as imposing of a presence as I claim to be.
Trey: I certainly believe him, Case.
Case: Raging Dead has to be listening to this closely.
Lowe: Raging Dead… Jesus. What a stupid fucking name. I hope you’re actually dead, Trevor. That way when I take my fist and drive it into your face, I’ll just drive my whole damn hand through your soft body and turn you into some kind of garbage puppet. You’ll be a regular fuckin’ Kroger-Brand Oscar the Grouch. Unluckily for you, I know my shit when it comes to the good ol’ zombie fiction, Trev. What’s it take to make the undead dead-dead? A stiff shot to the head, right? What’s the Lowe Hanger if exactly that? I drop you square on your diminishing brain and POW… it’s over. No brain function, no zombie. Don’t worry, big fella, I’ll make it fast and stop your pain as soon as I can. No need to let you suffer. I might be a bastard, but I’m not a cruel man, you know? I have feelings, too. I love my wife. I hate Obama. I get hungry and thirsty and horny just like any other red blooded man. Do… do the dead feel, Trev? I know you say you’re hungry, but I just can’t wrap my head around what you’d crave. If you can feel hunger, you can probably feel pain, too, huh? God, for your sake, I hope not. No one will want to be you when you step in that ring with me tonight.
Trey: Welp, I’m assuming we’re getting a few strongly-worded letters from the FCC after that one!
Case: We’re on Hulu… Hulu gives no fucks.
“Rage 25/8” by Z Mann Zilla hits the speakers and “Hanger” drops the microphone as Raging Dead appears at the top of the ramp. The fans are a little more receptive to the newcomer as he marches down the ramp, ready to get this thing rolling.
Alara: And the challenger, from Hill of the Dead, Wisconsin… weighing 197 pounds… RAGING DEAD!!!
Raging Dead rolls into the ring and Frank Lowe seizes the opportunity, dropping boots to his back. The referee calls for the bell, indicating the match has officially started. He sits Raging Dead up, locking in a tight sleeper hold. The ref watches for Raging Dead to give, but he fights it. He reaches back, clocking Lowe in the side of the skull a few times, forcing him to loosen his grip. He powers his way to his feet, driving sharp elbow after sharp elbow right into his ribs. He takes a few steps back, gathering his breath, and doesn’t see Lacey jump up onto the ring apron to distract him!
Trey: Lacey already showing that she has no hesitation getting involved tonight!
Case: She’s going to get clocked out if she keeps this up… but I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s used to it by now.
Trey: What is that supposed to mean?
Raging Dead runs at Lacey who hops back down off the apron. Lowe attempts to take the advantage, trying to decapitate him with a lariat, but Raging Dead ducks underneath. He sees an opening, and lands a huge boot right to the gut. Without hesitation, he stomps hard on his left foot, followed with a vicious uppercut. With Lowe reeling, he grabs him, hooking both arms and executing a double-underhook DDT. He laughs watching Lowe grab his lower back as he lays on the mat. He waits for him to get to his feet before using the ropes to slingshot himself in his direction. Lowe demonstrates amazing ring awareness, meeting Raging Dead mid-ring with a standing dropkick to the face. Lowe capitalizes, hooking a leg.
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Raging Dead gets a shoulder up!
Trey: Close call there! The champ nearly retained his championship!
Case: Can you believe that not a single champion has successfully retained their belts yet? I’m not sure what to make of that.
Raging Dead shoves Lowe off of him, hastily getting to his feet. Lowe uses the ropes to come at Raging Dead, who is ready for him. Countering with a leap frog, followed up by a neckbreaker. Up to his feet, he drives a hard elbow straight into his sternum. He pulls Lowe to his feet, tossing him hard into the ropes. He goes for a hard clothesline, Lowe ducking and connecting with a stiff heel kick to Raging Dead's lower back. He trips forward, hitting the ropes, stumbling back into Lowe. He lands a gutwrench suplex!
Another cover!
1…
2…
...and another kickout!
Lowe pulls Raging Dead to his feet and throws him clear over the top rope, landing on the mat with a thud! Once Dead gets back to his feet, Lowe runs and attempts a baseball slide, but Raging Dead moves, using Lowe’s momentum to send him facefirst to the mat outside! Raging Dead tries to capitalize, but Lacey gets herself involved again, screaming at Raging Dead!
Raging Dead feints a backhand to her but she stands her ground, but that is just the opening Lowe needs to eye gouge Raging Dead and sends him shoulder-first into the ring steps! Lowe raises his arms to the booing crowd and gives his wife a smack on the ass, and when he notices that she is kind of embarrassed by the disrespect, he points at the ramp and tells her to go!
Trey: My god, she was only trying to help!
Case: So now you’re all about illegal distractions? Never knew you to be a white-knight.
None too thrilled, Lacey slowly begins walking around the ring, with Lowe in hot pursuit, grabbing her by the hand and immediately apologizing. But this provides a distraction of it’s own, allowing Raging Dead to connect with a belly to back suplex to Lowe on the outside!
Seeing this, Lacey makes her way around the ring to Raging Dead, getting in his face! She’s screaming at him but Raging Dead merely smiles at her devilishly, and she attempts a slap, but he catches her hand! But he never notices Lowe creeping near, connecting with a dirty shoulder block to the back of his knee!
Case: Man, Frank Lowe is a master at the art of rule-bending, ain’t he?
Trey: If that’s the way he wants to win matches, then there’s no one stopping him!
Lowe slides Raging Dead into the ring attempts to go for another cover, Raging Dead managing to get him away before he could get the shoulders to the mat. Furious with Lacey’s antics, Raging Dead goes hard at Lowe, connecting with a series of stiff punches to his upper body and face. Backing him into the corner, he trades the fists for the heavy boots, stomping him to the mat. He puts a boot to his throat, wrenching his neck back choking him hard. The referee forces Raging Dead back but he’s quick to reapply the boot once more. He pulls him back again, warning him to knock it off. He pulls Lowe to his feet, attempting to lift him to the top turnbuckle. Before He can get him to the top, Lowe kicks Raging Dead hard in the ribs several times, before lifting him off his feet into a tree of woe position!
A couple of kicks to the face!
He backs up a few steps…
Lacey grips Raging Dead’s wrists to hold him in place...
Trey: Hang ‘Em Out To Dry! This could be it!
BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE FACE! BUT NED MOVES AT THE LAST MOMENT!
Trey: Lowe connects with Lacey!
Case: She's gotta be hurting after that!
Ned rolls out of the ring and Frank chases him. Ned hops the barricade and the referee begins his count.
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
Ned and Lowe begin brawling back toward the ring. Ned and Frank battle up on top of the announce table. Frank stands on the table as Ned makes it up on the barricade. Lowe sees him and hooks his head and hits a brainbuster as both men go through the announce table. Both men and Lacey now lay down on the ground. The referee continues his count.
6...
Trey: What is going to happen here? Everyone is out!
Case: These men in this shoot division are straight morons! The man's girl just got kicked in the face and he's more concerned with fighting for both of their honor!
7... 8... 9... 10!
The referee calls for the bell as the EMTs come out and check on Ned, Frank, and Lacey. There is no winner, as the match has been thrown out due to double countout. Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:26:42 GMT -5
In the back, we see Kelly Penkzee-Nelson standing in front of the Trinity Wrestling backdrop. The cameras rolling on her. She fixes her hair and starts speaking.
Kelly Penkzee-NelsonLast Tuesday, I made my return back to the ring after being gone for a couple of months, and let me tell you – being back in that ring, felt good.
Kelly smirks with the cameras still on her.
Kelly Penkzee-NelsonI said what I needed to say and got the work done in a flash. While I applaud my opponent, it was not to defeat me. I sent a message loud and clear…
She keeps on smirking.
Kelly Penkzee-NelsonAnd that message was, I was not going to allow the past get to me. One person maybe out of my way, but I’m here to make a statement and that statement is to be the best Trinity has to offer.
The smile turns into a serious look on her face.
Kelly Penkzee-NelsonI’m not here asking for a title shot because quite frankly, I don’t deserve one just yet. I’m not here to push anyone out of the way unlike certain people in other promotions and I’m not here to….
Kelly stops right there because she knew what she was going to say.
Kelly Penkzee-NelsonI would rather not talk about that because I would go off. What I’m here for is to get the respect of everyone in this promotion. I don’t care who gets put out in front of me, you’ll see a side of KPN that nobody has seen before.
The smirk comes back
Kelly Penkzee-Nelson: Then maybe, we will talk about where I can go for regarding titles….
KPN smirks and walks away as the fans are wondering what she’s going to do next. Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:27:30 GMT -5
Lex Collins (c) vs. Tommy Strychnine The lights go down and the sound of people cheering starts to play. Spotlights come up in pairs, focused on the stage until Stagefright starts to play, but Tommy Strychnine is nowhere to be seen.
Trey: All right, we're back, we have a replacement table out here...
Case: All we need is the guy who's supposed to be out here to wrestle!
Suddenly, from underneath the stage, a figure holding a guitar scoots out holding a guitar.
Case: You gotta be kidding me.
Trey: Ladies and gentlemen, Tommy Strychnine!
When he gets to the ring, he poses with his guitar, pretending to play along with the song, before handing off the guitar to the ring crew and doing a flip off the turnbuckle into a powerslide.
Alara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 175 pounds...Tommy Strychnine!
Case: Unless this is a Bret Michaels cosplay contest, I think Tommy Strychnine has his work cut out for him here.
Trey: Indeed, Tommy has been given a very big chance here, debuting in a non-title matchup against the Trinity World Champion...
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.
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. Alara: And his opponent, from The Open Road, weighing in at 195 pounds...he is The Nomad, Lex Collins! 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. Trey: After winning the belt from Thomas Snow... Case: ...and getting split wide open in the process... Trey: Lex Collins has been the man to beat in Trinity Wrestling, and he's made it clear that whoever wants to beat him is going to have to be one tough cookie! Lex hands his World championship belt to the referee in charge, and agrees to shake Tommy's hand before the opening bell. Trey: A rare showing of good sportsmanship here before this matchup! The bell sounds, as Lex and Tommy prepare to engage in a lock-up. They do indeed butt heads and lock horns, with Lex getting the advantage and pushing Tommy into the corner. The official demands a clean break, and that's exactly what he gets. Case: Yeah yeah, they're not trying to kill each other, but come on...do something beside dance and shove each other around! Trey: Arm drag by Tommy Strychnine! There's some action for you! Case: Yeah, but they just get back up, stare at each other while all these people cheer, and it's been like twenty seconds! Hit each other or something! Tommy claps rhymically, getting some of the fans to stop and clap along. Tommy and Lex circle each other, preparing to lock up again. This time, it is Lex who hits an arm drag onto Tommy. Case: They're doing it again! Two arm drags in thirty seconds and they're all like "oooh!" Trey: The fans came here to see wrestling, Case, and this is their World Champion in there! During a third lock-up, Tommy pulls Lex around into a hammerlock. Lex spins out, reversing into a wristlock. Lex wrings the arm, putting Tommy down onto one knee holding his shoulder. Tommy pops back up, reversing the wristlock into one of his own. He attempts a back heel kick, but misses. Case: That means he should either be mopping the floor with this kid...who just about kicked his head off there, nicely done... Lex runs to the ropes, knocking Strychnine down with a shoulder tackle. He hits the adjacent set of ropes, leaping over when Tommy rolls onto his stomach. Case: ...or this kid should be trying to ambush the champ before he knows what hit him! They're not doing either! Tommy, back to his feet, leapfrogs Collins. When Lex comes back towards him, a step-up enziguiri awaits. Lex accepts delivery, whether he wanted to or not. Case: There we go! That's a good start... Tommy wastes no time, delivering a quick standing moonsault. He also hooks the leg, shooting for the quick surprise pinfall. Trey: Tommy Strychnine going for it all! But The Nomad kicks out on two! Tommy pulls Lex up by the hair, going for a side headlock takedown. Lex is able to adjust his outer foot, stop the hip throw, and get Tommy into a rear waistlock. Trey: Tommy is fighting back! The title isn't on the line tonight, but he's fighting like it is! Tommy, after reversing the waistlock, goes for a Pele Kick-type maneuver. It misses, as Lex quickly ducks. Tommy gets back to his feet, and Lex meets him with one single right hand. It's almost as if he hit Tommy Strychnine right in the jaw with a bag of... Trey: BRICKS! Lex waits for Tommy to drop before he hits a knee, preparing to press for the cover. There is no need. The referee stops Lex, and both of them look down at the unconscious body of Tommy Strychnine. Much more than the three seconds needed for a pinfall pass...and when it is clear that not even a ten count is enough, the bell rings. Case: Annnnd it's over. Trey: One shot! That's what Lex Collins is so dangerous for! Alara: Your winner, as a result of a knockout...The Nomad, Lex Collins! The crowd not only cheers for their World Champion, but also for Tommy Strychnine who manages to sit up with the help of the official and a small squad of trainers. He looks up at Lex Collins, who nods down and gives Tommy a 'touch of the gloves' in respect. Trey: Tommy Strychnine has a bright future in Trinity Wrestling, but when you're in there with someone like Lex Collins, any shot can be the knockout blow! Case: That's any match, period, Trey. We're landing on our heads for your personal entertainment. Sometimes, it hurts a little more than usual. I'm glad to see the kid's okay, though. Lex Collins has his hand raised in the center of the ring, holding up the Trinity World Championship with the other. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" plays once more, as the scene fades out.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:27:56 GMT -5
"Honeysuckle" by Dillinger Escape Plan plays, but Terra doesn't go through the crowd like usual. Instead, she's on the stage, with the Nomad title over her shoulder, and her arm in a sling as she hesitantly walks down the ramp.
Trey: Ladies and gentlemen, Terra Walker was supposed to defend her title in a rematch against New York CruZe tonight. It looks like we know why that match didn't happen.
She makes it to the ring and grabs the mic. The crowd chant her name before she can even speak. It takes a minute for them to settle down.
Terra: I hate doing this, but I can't keep being stubborn. I wanted to to defend my title like a fighting champion. I wanted to have to leave the right way… not like this. This whole time, I wasn't one hundred percent. My shoulder has been messed up from my time in EWC. It was torn or anything, but there was damage to it. So, I kept fighting. I kept going, and I didn't tell anyone that I was hurt, because I didn't want to be put on the sidelines, but…
The crowd cheers for her again. A "thank you Terra" chant starts.
Terra: I've been in the indies a long time. This was my chance to succeed in a place that mattered… and I did just that. I won the Trinity Nomad title, not once, but twice!
She holds the title high with her good arm, and the crowd roars!
Terra: But not everything ends happily. My match at the Big Time worsened my injury. It isn't just my shoulder anymore. Now it's my collarbone too. I took a week off to recover, but now the doctors are telling me I'll need at least three months to recover. Maybe even six…
The crowd boos heavily. Terra tries not to break.
Terra: Look, I don't know when I'm going to come back, but when I do, I'll come back even stronger. For now, I'm going to have to vacate the Trinity Nomad Championship.
She lays the championship on the mat to a roar of boos.
Terra: I'll be watching closely. I'll return with a vengeance. Most importantly, I won't just win this title back, but I'll be coming for whoever's the World Champion by then, and I'll win that too.
The crowd cheers, and a "come back soon" chant deafens the arena. Terra can't help but to tear up a bit.
Terra: I'll be back before you know it! And when I do, the entire locker room better have eyes on the back of their heads, because they won't know what will hit them if they don't! Thank you all. I'll miss you the most.
She drops the mic and walks out of the ring and "Honeysuckle" plays again. She leaves the Nomad title in the ring, confirming what everyone was hoping wouldn't happen.
Trey: With Terra having to vacate her championship, I wonder what's going to happen with the Nomad Title!
"Cool for the Summer" blasts as Kylie Moore walks out and joins Terra on the ramp. She motions for Terra to join her in the ring. Kylie slides in the ring, mic in hand, as she holds the ropes open. She smiles as she hugs Terra and picks up the Nomad Title.
Kylie: Terra Walker ladies and gentlemen! No offense to our World Champion, Lex Collins, but Terra is the true Nomad of Trinity Wrestling.
Kylie hands the Nomad Title to Terra.
Kylie: When we envisioned the Nomad Title we envisioned a traveling title and those plans kept getting put on hold. No one else will EVER hold this title. As of now, the Nomad Title has officially been retired. So, Terra, this title is yours to keep. Forever.
Case: Bah. I would've kept fighting.
Trey: Sure. That's why you're here talking with me, instead of getting ready for a match. Stay tuned for more action, everyone.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:28:39 GMT -5
"Evil Princess" Abbi Stein vs Graham Clauson #1 Contender - TW World Championship
The opening riff of Sick Puppies' "You're Going Down" hits the speakers as a single red light illuminates the entrance ramp. Abbi slowly makes her way into the light, grinning as she raises her arms.
Define your meanin' of fun To me it's what we do when we're bored
Abbi drops her arms, red lights strobing around the arena as pyros blast off around the ramp. Stein dances a bit, laughing maniacally as she makes her way down the ramp.
Alara: Making her way to the ring, from MindYaOwn, USA, weighing in at 157 pounds, she is ABBI STEIN!!
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, outta control If it's a fight I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I already know
Abbi stops at the bottom of the ramp, surveying the crowd. She bows, jumping up and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope.
It's been a long time comin' And the table's turned around 'Cause one of us is goin' One of us is goin' down I'm not runnin' It's a little different now 'Cause one of us is goin' One of us is goin' down
Stein stands in the middle of the ring, cracking her neck and knuckles as she awaits the start of the match.
Trey: Abbi Stein has a nasty reputation.
Case: I don't care about her backstage exploits.
Trey rolls his eyes.
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...
Alara: And her opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio... "The Notorious 5...1...3..." GRAHAM...CLAUSON!
Trey: Since day one, Graham has made his name known here in Trinity Wrestling.
Case: But what has EITHER of these two done to earn even a mention in a world title match?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell rings and we are underway. Clauson smirks as he pats Abbi on her head. He quickly takes her off of her feet with a quick shoot tackle. Abbi fights her way out and locks an armbar in on Graham. Graham powers out of it and locks in a wristlock. Abbi fights to the ropes as the referee makes Graham break the hold. Both competitors make it to their feet to a roaring ovation from the crowd. Graham mockingly applauds Abbi as he attempts to shoot at her again. She sits down for a pin.
1...
Graham kicks out and Abbi stands to her feet, mockingly applauding Graham. Graham slaps the mat and stands to his feet.
Trey: Stein trying to get into the head of Clauson here.
Case: I don't know if ANYONE wants to be in GC's head.
Back in the ring the two combatants lock up.
Case: What an exciting time to be alive! One of these two competitors will go on to face Lex Collins at Bad Moon Rising!
Stein and Clauson stare one another down in the center of the ring. Neither one moves a muscle. They just huff and puff, with Clauson looking down at Stein. This goes on for thirty seconds or so before a familiar chant starts…
Fans: This is awesome! *clap clap clap clap clap*
The chant continues for what feels like eternity, but in reality is only another minute. Finally Clauson takes a step back and goes for a clothesline off the bat. Stein reacts in time and ducks the line, then hits the ropes. Clauson swings again with a back elbow, Stein ducks that and springboards off the middle rope, jumping backwards and…
Trey: Impressive catch by Graham Clauson, with a reverse bear hug. He’s not even letting her touch the mat.
Clauson keeps squeezing and tries to take the breath out of his smaller adversary. As she starts to lose composure, the fans start to clap. She starts shaking her fists, almost fueled by their affection.
Case: She’s alive! She’s aliiiiiiive!
Now with her feet firmly on the ground, she starts delivering fierce back elbow to the his neck until he is forced to let go of the hold. She then starts kicking away at his legs until one leg is bent enough that he kneels. She claps and gets the fans going, then hits the ropes. On the rebound, she flies into action with a shining wizard but…
Trey: He blocked it!
Clauson catches her knee with one arm, and reaches his arm around her back. With whatever might he can muster, he stands up and plants her with a slightly reckless one arm powerbomb. Upon dropping her, he backs up to the rope and rubs his knee. The referee checks on him, worried that something may be damaged. Clauson assures the ref that he can continue. He approaches Stein and reaches down, only to be caught with a rolling inverted armbar.
Case: This could be it! We could have a NEW number one contender for the World Title!
Trey: Clauson is close to the rope. Stein’s plan could soon be foiled if he can just… reach… it…
Case: Got it! Clauson has the rope. Let go of the rope, Sexy She-Devil!
Trey: What did you call her?
Case: That’s one of her nicknames… I guess…
Trey: Well, well… somebody did their home work.
By now, Stein has released the armbar and is back to her feet. She stalks behind Clauson and waits for him to get to his feet. Before he can turn around, she connects with an impressive dropkick to the back of his neck and he staggers forward into the nearest corner. Without hesitation, she storms over and connects with double knees to his back. He crumbles to the mat and rolls to the outside. Back inside the ring, Stein stalks again and waits for Clauson to get to his feet. She hits the ropes on the opposite side and uses the momentum to aid her suicide dive…
Trey: Oh no!
Case: Clauson got out of the way just in time, and Stein went head first into the barricade! The referee leaves the ring and checks on Stein. Clauson looks concerned, but rolls into the ring and waits as Stein gets to her feet with help from the referee. She pushes him away and rolls into the ring, only to be met with a leg drop from Clauson. He goes for a pin as the referee slides in… 1… 2… NO! Clauson cannot believe that Stein kicked out. As she starts to stir, the fans start opposing chants… Fans: Let’s Go Clauson! Fans: Stein Stein Stein! Fans: Let’s Go Clauson! Fans: Stein Stein Stein! Clauson walks away from the referee, and is quickly met with a spinning heel kick out of nowhere from Stein. As he gets up to his knees, she hits the ropes and connects with a flying knee to the back of his head. She goes for the pin… 1… 2… NO! Case: Three! Three! Three?! Trey: He managed to kick out just before the three, I think. Case: That was almost too close, and Abbi Stein agrees. Now it is Stein who is arguing with the referee, who stands by his count. Clauson staggers to his feet during their conversation. When she turns around, she is met with a spinning backfist to the dome that sends her straight to the mat. The spin takes a lot out of Clauson, too… as he is still reeling from the knee to the back of the head. He also falls straight to the mat. Trey: Neither of them is moving. Could this end in a draw? Case: If so, who would be the number one contender? 1… 2… 3… 4… Both competitors are pushing up from the mat, hoping to break the count. 5… 6… 7… Both are now back to their feet and... Abbi Stein attempts a superkick but Graham Clauson catches her foot. He spins her around and is caught by a huge spinning kick. Both competitors are on the ground. After a couple of minutes Clauson drapes an arm over Abbi.. 1... 2... DING DING DING! The referee whispers to Alara Miles. Alara speaks to the crowd. Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that this contest is a time limit draw! Trey: What does this mean for Bad Moon Rising? Case: Only in Trinity Wrestling would someone put a time limit on a number one contender's match. Trey: I mean we are on television. Case: We are on fucking Hulu! That is HARDLY the same. No music, no pyro, Kylie Moore stands on the ramp, mic in hand. She doesn't look very happy. Kylie: This puts me in a precarious situation. I told you all earlier that a triple threat match would happen at Bad Moon Rising for the World Title but unfortunately that will not happen. Abbi and Graham have both made it to their feet. They are both upset that their chances have seemingly slipped through their grasps. Kylie: Instead it will be a FATAL FOUR WAY match as Lex Collins defends against Thomas Snow, Graham Clauson, AND Abbi Stein! The fans cheer like crazy. Trey: What a HUGE match! Case: Only in Trinity Wrestling... Trey: Sorry to cut you off Case, not really, but we still have a huge main event to get to and even on Hulu we have time constraints.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:29:11 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 10:29:39 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT TW Television Championship Adelaide Ainsworth vs. Madwoman Szalinski (c)
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Trinity Wrestling Television Championship!
Case: Shit, I totally forgot we had a main event still...
Trey: And look who the referee is! It's Trapson!
Case: Shit, I totally forgot he was a referee.
The opening bars of "Savage" by Jesswar start playing, drawing massive boos throughout the building.
Trey: And within one week, Adelaide Ainsworth has become the most hated person in Trinity Wrestling this side of Duncan Aries!
Case: I love it! Absolutely love seeing these people lose their damn minds over her!
The capacity crowd is indeed rabid in their distaste, which is equally shared back. Addy A. pushes her breasts together, showing her cleavage to a group of young men at ringside.
Case: These fans should be grateful, that's the closest they will ever get to a real woman!
Trey: Until Addy's opponent comes out here, anyway!
Case: That little pipsqueak? Are you serious?
Before stepping into the ring, Adelaide singles out one of the young men. She struts over to him slowly, her theme music still blaring through the boos and shouting.
Case: Wait a second...
Addy grabs the young man by the face...and plants a deep kiss onto his mouth!
Case: That is the greatest moment of that fan's life! It's never gonna get any better than this!
When she is done...Adelaide shoves him away, laughing in his face!
Case: He probably needs a change of underwear now, Trey!
Addy hops up onto the apron, entering the ring slowly and dipping low under the ropes.
Trey: That was not exactly the most...classy...ring entrance we've ever seen in Trinity.
Case: We had a guy try to piss on our title belts once, dude. I think she's got a way to go.
Adelaide's music dies down, allowing Alara Miles to introduce her officially.
Alara: First, the challenger...from Las Vegas, Nevada...Adelaide Ainsworth!
The boos reach deafening levels.
Case: Yes! Get triggered, you bitches!
When "Begin Again" by Purity Ring begins to play, the boos immediately switch into cheers - so loud, the camera vibrates slightly!
Trey: And this young lady might be the most loved person in Trinity Wrestling right now!
Case: I don't know why, I really don't. What, is she gonna Naruto run to the ring?
She doesn't do a Naruto run...but once she takes three steps onto the stage, removes her Television championship belt from her waist, and yells out something we're not going to repeat...she careens full-speed towards the ring!
Alara:And her opponent, from Parts Unknown, the Trinity Wrestl-
Alara barely gets out of the ring in time as Madwoman slides into the ring so fast, her music and lighting still go off as she ducks an Adelaide clothesline. By the time the lights come back up and the music fades away, Madwoman has dropped the title belt on the opposide side of the ring, bounced off the ropes, and missed Addy with a spinning wheel kick by inches!
Trey: Madwoman Szalinski is fired the hell up, Case!
Adelaide throws a kick of her own to Madwoman, but it is caught and returned with a hard open hand slap. Madwoman takes Addy down with a double-leg, standing up to slingshot her into the corner. Addy is able to springboard to the second rope, leaping off backwards above Madwoman as she comes in with a kneelift.
Trey: I can't keep up with all of this!
Case: Then shut the hell up, watch and enjoy!
Addy flips Madwoman over with a snapmare takeover, nailing a quick and short dropkick straight into the back of her head. Even more pissed off than before, Madwoman rolls over and gets back up, sighting Addy for her next move.
Case: I think it's funny watching this little mouse think she can beat the cat!
Madwoman goes for a standing headscissors takedown...only both her and Addy are flipped over the ropes, awkwardly crashing to the floor!
Case: JEEZUS!
Trey: I hope they're both okay after that!
Case: Now see, kids, we in the business call that a 'botch'. Madwoman clearly did not give two shits and a sausage biscuit what happened to either of them, as long as she...
Trey: RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP INTO THE BARRICADE!
Case: That should slow 'em both down for a second...
After the reversal by Addy, both women need a breath and for the first time in the match, aren't going at each other directly. Addy grabs Madwoman, but soon finds herself being the one with her head smashed against the barricade.
Case: I guess Madwoman was triggered too, she is beyond fired up!
Trey: She's here for a fight...
Madwoman rolls Addy into the ring, but holds her head to hang from the ring apron. What happens next...well, we'll let Trey and Case tell you.
Trey: HOLY SHIT!
Case: All right, fine! I admit it! That was amazing!
A replay shows Madwoman, standing on the floor, hold Addy's head off the ring apron for a split second...then leaping into the air high enough to hit a double foot stomp onto the back of Addy's head! Madwoman falls back to the floor, we return to live action with her getting back up while Addy lays on the ring apron.
Case: She is definitely pissed, Trey, but she's neglecting the ten count!
Trey: She would retain by count-out for sure, but I don't think she wants that!
Trapson: ONE! TWO! THREE-HEE! FOUR! FIVE...
Case: I can't even with this fuckin' Trapson motherfucker...
Madwoman rolls into the ring, then rolls back out. The counter resets.
Trey: I think Madwoman has something else planned...
Case: Oh God, she's gonna hit a DDT on the floor.
Madwoman pulls Addy out, with her feet just barely on the apron. Adelaide manages to grab onto Madwoman, preventing her from dropping down. She gets her feet back to the floor, one at a time, and powers out!
Trey: Look ouQO9PT73GF;1 1gut031n
Static is heard over the commentary headsets as Addy and Madwoman come crashing into the commentary table, knocking it and everything on it over! Trey is knocked backwards and stumbles, while Case barely gets up in time!
Case: GOD DAMN IT! THAT'S THE SECOND FUCKING TIME TONIGHT!
Trapson is still in the ring; rather than counting them out he is seen sitting on the top turnbuckle, eating popcorn.
Adelaide slams a television monitor onto Madwoman's head! She slumps to the floor to the crowd's boos. Addy slams the monitor on the floor, drawing more boos and some yelling from Trey (whose headset, along with Case's, has been disconnected and muted.) Addy yells a loud and audible "FUCK YOU!" before turning back to Madwoman, who is busted open from the monitor shot.
Blood stains the mats at ringside as Madwoman is picked up, and rolled into the ring. Adelaide climbs to the ring apron, stepping through the ropes. She covers Madwoman, yelling for Trapson to count the pin. Still sitting on the top turnbuckle eating popcorn, he yells the count.
Trapson: ONE!
Trapson: TWO!
Trapson: ROPE BREAK!
Madwoman Szalinski barely gets a foot onto the bottom rope in the nick of time. Addy protests the rope break, but Trapson merely points to it and waves her off. Addy turns back, angered, and stomps Madwoman in the back as she crawls to a corner.
Adelaide whips Madwoman across the ring, then rushes in with a Stinger splash. There is no counter or escape. Madwoman is crushed in the corner. Adelyne brings her out in a side headlock, but rather than hit a bulldog, she stops...hooks Madwoman's arm over her own neck...and hits a beautiful backdrop suplex!
She bridges for a pin, with Trapson throwing his empty popcorn bucket into the crowd before diving down to count the pin.
Trapson: ONE!
Trapson: TWO!
Trapson: BREAK!
Addy is bewildered. Madwoman barely got her shoulders up. Addy is now in Trapson's face, demanding he reverse the near fall. Trapson shrugs, and tells her to get back to the match. Madwoman is on all fours, with blood on the canvas. Addy sizes her up, like a kicker going for the game winning field goal.
Adelaide Ainsworth winds up...
She goes for the kick...
Trey: DRAGON SCREW COUNTER!
Case: We're back!
Trey: Adelyne wanted to go for that devastating head punt she is known for, but Madwoman at the last second gets out of it! Now she's got her in the corner...open hands! Kick to the midsection! Madwoman is busted wide open, but she's fighting with everything she has!
Case: She's definitely giving this her all...but there has yet to be a successful title defense in Trinity Wrestling, Trey! The odds are against her!
Madwoman rushes into the corner, readying her (cannon)Ball Of Love...but hits nothing but turnbuckle!
Trey: So close...that could be the mistake that changes the match!
Case: Adelaide is about to be the new Television Champion!
Addy senses that the time is now to finish this. Addy pulls Madwoman close, locking her arms behind her back in a double chickenwing...
Trey: It could be time for Madwoman to go on the Fantasy Thrill Ride...
Up Szalinski goes...
Case: It's over.
Down Szalinski goes...
Trey: THE COVER! THE COUNT!
One...
Two...
Trapson: THREE-HEE!
The crowd...
...CHEERS!
Trey: SHE DID IT! THE MAGICAL MASKED GIRL HAS DEFENDED HER TITLE!
Case: A fucking victory roll? THAT'S how she got out of Adelaide's move?
Trey: You watched it with me, Case! Here's the replay if you don't believe me!
In the replay, we see a beautifully-executed victory-roll reversal at the last second. Madwoman rolls Addy up, and there is no question that this was indeed a three-count. Back to live action, Adelaide is livid and demanding the match be restarted, but Trapson holds firm, pointing to the striped glove on his hand and his status as Trinity's head official. Adelaide is powerless to reverse the decision, and Madwoman is announced as the winner.
Alara: Your winner, and still Trinity Wrestling Television Champion...Madwoman Szalinski!!!
A bloodied and dazed Madwoman kisses the belt bowing as her hand is raised by the official.
Case: I saw it, I just don't believe she did it!
Trey: And as we continue down the calendar to Bad Moon Rising...we know who's going to face Lex Collins for the World Championship...we now know the fate of the Nomad title..but who is up next to face the Punk Rock Ballerina?
Case: Guess you'll have to tune in next week to find out!
Trey: Good night, everybody!
The show ends on Madwoman Szalinski celebrating her victory in the middle of the ring.
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