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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:10:17 GMT -5
Trey: We're live from Sin City, where it all began!
Case: VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY!
Trey: We might have a short card this evening, but believe me: both matches are gonna be barnburners and MGM Grand might not be able to hold all the action!
Case: But is it action packed action, Trey?
Trey: You better believe it...
Boos ring out as Trinity's new owner, Alyssa Jenkins, steps out onto the stage.
Trey: And we're going to have a word from our new boss here...
Case: She's clearly doing a wonderful job here!
Alyssa: Aight, listen up! Y'all clearly ain't heard me last week when I said 'I AM THE BOSS!' So I'ma finna show everyone right now that I mean business.
Case: See? This is a real leader!
Alyssa: My ex ran this shithole further into the ground than it already was, and now I'm about to bring it back. Kylie's gone, but that little pimple on her ass called Cecilia Ortiz is still running around using our official social media accounts and shit!
Trey: She's our General Manager!
Alyssa: Cecilia, you're a bad reminder of a bad relationship. And I ain't tryin' to look at the past. So girl, consider yourself fired as a motherfucker!
Boos echo loudly throughout the building.
Alyssa: Hate me all you want, I ain't even gonna be here to hear it. I've got work to do, if I'm going to take Trinity Wrestling to the next level! And it starts TONIGHT!
With that, Alyssa leaves the stage to the crowd's jeers.
Trey: Cecilia Ortiz is fired?
Case: Remind me after the show to apply for that new GM position, Trey!
Trey: We ain't even got started yet and things are already shaking up! Stay tuned, we have one hell of a show coming up for you! Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:11:03 GMT -5
Before the first match gets under way, however, another entirely distinct source of excitement brings the crowd to their feet. A deafening roar nearly drowns out the opening crescendo of Marshmello's 'Fly', and the reaction grows, if possible, even louder once undefeated rookie and inaugural Trinity International Champion, Miles A. Way, emerges through the curtain. The hometown hero holds his title aloft, a wide, boyish grin on his features as he stands on the platform and appraises the crowd's openly warm reaction.
Trey: There we see young Miles A. Way, four matches into a career and already a Champion!
Case: You mean the biggest fluke in Trinity history! That kid literally lucked into that belt!
Trey: WHAT are you talking about?! He's undefeated!
Case: Yeah, yeah...
Oblivious to this exchange, the International Champion himself continues to stand atop the platform, in a semi-daze which it takes him a few minutes to come out of. When he finally does, he promptly requests a microphone, taking his eyes off the crowd just long enough to receive it from a stagehand before promptly turning his attention back to them as he cries out:
Miles: Guys...WE DID IT!
Another deafening reaction greets these words, giving Miles the confidence to continue:
Miles: If anyone had told me, two months ago, that I was going to be standing here right now, in front of a packed arena, getting a hero's welcome in my home state, I wouldn't have believed 'em! I mean...what are the odds, right? Me, a suburban kid working in a grocery store...? No way. Except...
The Champion's smile widens once more as he once again lifts his belt up high:
Miles: ...except here I am...Trinity's FIRST EVER International Champion!!!!
Another roar from the crowd, as the youth gives off his now-customary primal scream. Only then, once both he and the crowd have got it out of their systems, does he continue:
Miles: Seriously, guys...you don't know how much this means to me. This is better than getting my first date with Jenna Matthews in junior year. Better than graduating college. Better than getting accepted for a job. The only reason this isn't the greatest moment of my whole life is 'cause I got to see my Mom bring my little brother home from the hospital when he was born. By the way...hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. Hi, Run. Hi, Farrah.
Still smiling broadly, the International Champion directs a little wave at the camera – an action which, once again, meets with a mixed reaction from the announcers:
Case: Pfff! What a dork!
Trey: I think it's a very pure gesture. This young man is clearly very close with his family...
Case: ...again. What a dork!
His dedication made, Miles promptly takes up the mic once again to add:
Miles: You guys know it's not just about getting the title, though. Now I gotta live up to it. It's not enough to be a Champion. You have to prove you deserve to!
This remark once again brings about a scathing reaction from ANNOUNCER II:
Case: WHAT is this kid on about?! Proving you deserve it? He already DID! He's holding the damn thing!
Trey I don't think that's what he meant...
As if he had heard the announcer, Miles immediately goes on to expand upon his point:
Miles: And you guys can be sure...I'm going to try my hardest to prove I deserve this. No matter what. No matter what happens. No matter who challenges me. No matter what the future brings. I'm going to make this title proud, and the company proud and my family proud...and I'm going to make all of YOU proud!
Another deafening reaction, which nearly drowns out Miles's final few words:
Miles: 'Cause truth is...I couldn't have done it without you.
With this, the International Champion puts down his microphone and approaches the ramp, where several young fans are already demanding his attention. He promptly and generously gives it, taking selfies, slapping hands, signing autographs, and even letting a particularly small boy with a shaved head hold his belt, as he exchanges a few words with his mother. All the while, the commentators exchange a few more thoughts about the rookie Champion:
Trey: This young man is a credit to his generation. What a great example for the wrestling community!
Case: I still think he's a dork, and he's going to crash down to Earth real soon!
That moment, however, still seems far off for the young Nevadan, who seems heartbroken when Raging Dead's song starts up on the PA and forces him to cut his interactions short. Another roar of approval follows him up the ramp and through the curtain – one which tides over to the start of the first match of the night proper, Raging Dead's daunting defense of his Pure Championship in a division-wide gauntlet!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:11:26 GMT -5
Gauntlet Match Pure Championship Trey: It is now time for our Pure Championship Gauntlet. The entire division will take part in this match, with the last man or woman standing leaving as Trinity Wrestling Pure Champion.
Case: Didn’t they just have a gauntlet at Bad Moon Rising?
Trey: There was supposed to be a gauntlet that night, but The Raging Dead was the only one to show up to the arena that day.
Case: Hopefully more of them show up today. I’m getting sick of that guy crying about not having any competition.
The lights in the arena go out. On top of the stage, a lone spotlight appears. The reversed chords to “Within” begin to play. The spotlight goes out. After a few moments, it shines to life again. This time, Ringmaster Issac Barnum is standing in it.
Barnum: Ladies and gentlemen! My name is Issac Barnum, owner, and operator of the most exciting circus this side of the tracks, the Carnival of Quiet!
The spotlight goes out. When it comes back up, Mr. Giggles is standing behind Barnum.
Barnum: And this right here is my star attraction! He’s kooky, he’s wacky, he’s certifiably insane by every definition! Mr… Giggles!
The light goes out. Giggles is gone when it arises again.
Barnum: Well, would you look at that! Giggles had so much fun last week, listening to Ms. Cyrus’ neck snap and crack… well, he just wanted to do it again! And now he gets a whole party of victims!
Barnum: Did you know Giggles used to work birthday parties? So unfortunate. He had to move on when they couldn’t find those children… But now! Now he has a whole new party to play with! Flop, Tammy T, Scott Sinclair, Kitty Pretrova, Molly Cyrus! They all get to feel Giggles’ loving embrace!
Barnum: Ohoho! And how could I possibly forget the man of the hour! The proverbial birthday boy, Raging Dead!
Issac Barnum begins to chuckle as the light goes out. Once again, when it comes back, Giggles towers over his ringmaster.
Barnum: This is no gauntlet, no match. This right here is now a bloodbath, a massacre. This here is Giggles’ personal playground! Not one of these ladies or gentlemen can save themselves from the horrible harlequin. You are all simply bait for the lion.
Barnum: Lucky for you, Mr. Dead, I made sure the groundskeepers prepare a special grave just for you for when Giggles eviscerates you. And for the rest of the party guests, there is a burial site just as special for you… A big ditch big enough to comfortably fit all of your broken, rotting corpses in!
Barnum: Take a bow, Pure Division, for this is your final performance! Exit stage left and begin your climb up the gallows steps, for your maker awakes you!
The spotlight goes out and Giggles disappears again when it comes back.
Barnum: And so, in closing, I want you all to know that this is one for the ages! There will be thrills! Chills! And plenty of blood spilled! Giggles is my main attraction, and now he will be yours… Enjoy the show...
Suddenly Giggles’ high pitched eerie voice booms over the arena speakers.
Giggles: Mr. Giggles took an ax… He gave Raging forty whacks… When he saw what he had done… He gave Cyrus forty-one…
The spotlight goes out one more time as maniacal laughter fills the arena. The arena lights finally come back to life to reveal Mr. Giggles standing in the middle of the ring.
Case: Oh come on! He just had to come out first, huh? I had enough of him last week!
Stone by Alice in Chains plays.
Flop has a microphone.
Flop walks to the ring.
Flop says:
"Hello
. Oh Flop. He has a title shot.
Against a Zombie. No Snot.
Molly. Miley, No words.
Something something bad mullet.
Tammy T big mouth.
Molly No mouth.
Does that mean Tammy has Big Lips and Molly has Wide Hips. Don't know.
Like Scott Sinclair big daddy of smack. Direct like from Vietnam.
Lines in of euphoria in my veins.
Words like nails on a chalkboard to my brain.
Words not funny but give me the Giggles.
Like a clown with a blade.
Face paint and a red nose
Supposed to be scary those?
His words make wood grow like Pinocchio's nose. Or is that Kitty Petrova
when she bends over?
Maybe Scott will smack that
? All on the floor.
Give me some more.
One Winner. No Fewer.
Just Pure.
Goodbye,
Like Flop.
Case: What the shit did any of that mean? Is he supposed to be out here without a helmet?
Flop meets Mr. Giggles in the center of the ring and the opening bell sounds. He offers to shake Giggles’ hand, only to have his head taken off by a size fifteen boot!
Trey: His head came clean off!
Case: No, it didn’t. That would be impossib--OH!
Through some sort of carney trick, he really did knock Flop’s head off. He crawls over and reattaches Flop’s head, then immediately goes for the pin. Referee Hollie Michaels timidly drops down to start the count.
Trey: One… two… thr--NO!
Case: How the shit did he kick out of that?!
Flop rolls over onto his stomach, holding the back of his neck and trying to get back to his feet… as Mr. Giggles sits in the middle of the ring, motionless. Flop is back to her feet now, and Giggles remains seated. Flop hits the ropes and connects with a seated clothesline, then goes for the cover, but Giggles slips out and slighters to his feet, leaning forward against the ropes. When Giggles turns around, Flop charges and connects with his midsection with a crossbody, forcing the two of them to spill to thru the ropes and to the outside.
Case: Ya can’t win the match on the outside! Duh!
Hollie Michaels begins to count them both out. Flop is up to his feet and starts stomping away at Giggles as he attempts to stand. Once he is to his knees, Flop connects with a superkick… followed by the shiniest of all wizards! He then rolls into the ring and breaks the count. When he rolls back out, he is surprised by Mr. Giggles, who is somehow back up. He grabs Flop by the throat and lifts him up onto the ring apron. He connects with a knee to Giggles’ head, then he jumps over as he swings a clothesline at Flop’s legs, and follows up with a kick to the back of his head. Flop turns around and celebrates, only to be pulled onto the shoulders of Mr. Giggles. He goes to swing at Giggles, and gets his wrists grabbed by the lanky clown. Mr. Giggles then walks side of the ring and up the steps, then onto the ring apron.
Trey: What an impressive feat of strength from Mr. Giggles.
Flop breaks his arms free and takes shots at the twisted melon of Mr. Giggles, then he turns and drops down over the top rope, into the ring, while holding an armbar on the scarily long limb of Mr. Giggles!
Trey: Could this be it? Could we see Mr. Giggles tap out?
Case: It wouldn’t matter if he did, Trey. He’s got ahold of the damn rope!
Hollie Michaels reprimands Flop for the submission move and requests that he release the hold. Flop obliges and gets back to his feet in the ring. He goes to the nearest corner and climbs up as Mr. Giggles steps over the top rope. Flop jumps off for a cross body and Mr. Giggles catches him in mid air. He walks over to the ropes and swings Flops feet out, holding them on the top rope. He then hits a swinging fisherman’s neckbreaker!
Trey: GRAND FINALE! GRAND FINALE! GRAND FINALE!
Case: We know what it is. Geez!
Trey: And the cover! One… two… THREE! Flop has been eliminated.
"Rage 25/8" by Z Mann Zilla starts to play and The Raging Dead walks out from backstage, holding the filthy Pure Championship over his shoulder. There's no light show or spooky smoke this time. Instead, our Pure Champion signals for the music to end as he holds up a mic...
Raging Dead: I won't waste anyone's time with long winded speeches about how I'm the best fighter in the Pure Division… because you already know that. Instead… I would like to give you my mission statement for this division. When I came to Trinity Wrestling… I did so for this Pure Championship. From day one, I told you all that I would dominate and claim this prize as my own. In one month… I achieved that goal and here I sit, atop the Pure Mountain.
He raises the championship high, and is met with a mixed reaction from the fans here in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Raging Dead: After being buried undead by Madwoman Szalinski, I spent a week in the dirt, thinking about what would happen next. When I clawed and crawled out of that grave, a film crew was waiting to record a video that be used during last week's episode of Sin. Of course the video was the shits, and they only used audio of me laughing. That got me thinking about the state of the Pure Division.
He holds the belt in front of him, sighs… and then lets it hang down.
Raging Dead: I went missing for a week, and the world moved on as if I never even happened. They put two jamokes in the middle of that ring and called it a Pure Division Match… but I was nowhere to be found. You haven't realized yet that I AM the Pure Division? It exists because I will it to exist. This is something I believe could be special, a real asses in seats kind of attraction for Trinity Wrestling… but I'm the only one who gives two shits and a fuck about the success of the division as a whole.
He begins to pace on the stage, dragging the belt around carelessly.
Raging Dead: The only REAL competition I face… is my own niece Madwoman… and she's not even part of the division. What does that tell you? Do you think hiring more random schmucks will make a difference? They are here for quantity, not quality. I'm a real life badass ass kicker… and these kids are just cosplayers trying to be something they're not. If I knew this division would be a weekly Mad TV skit instead of genuine competition… ehhh… I would have still joined… because I enjoy hurting people.
He starts walking down to the ring, still dragging the belt.
Raging Dead: My mission statement is clear and precise… and it applies to everyone in the Pure Division: get your shit together… or I will end you. Frank Lowe did a half-ass job of bringing this championship into the world… and I have no problem putting it back in the ground. You see this fucking belt? I didn't even clean off the dirt. If I lose it tonight… one of those fucks will be responsible for its maintenance. My job was only to bring it here tonight and defend it with the same vim and vigor as when I first set out to make it mine.
He tosses the belt over the top rope and it crashes in the center of the ring. He then rolls in and stands up, looking around at his adversaries for the evening.
Raging Dead: My message to all of you make believe shitshows is clear: get out of my way or I will put you down like the scum that you are. Kitty Petrova… Mr. Giggles… Scott Sinclar… Tammy T… Molly Cyrus… Flop… fuck you… fuck you… fuck you… fuck you… you're cool… fuck you… I'm out.
He tosses the mic out of the ring and gets ready to fight them anyone and everyone.
Trey: This is the fight I’ve wanted to see all night! This would have been a great match for Monster Mash!
Case: That show was stupid. I wasn’t even invited.
Trey: Oh… uhh… I was. I helped out in the production trailer.
Raging Dead shows no fear as he starts off hot with vicious headbutts to Giggles’ chest. The giant clown staggers back to the ropes. Raging Dead charges and Giggles drops down and pulls down the top rope, sending Raging Dead over and crashing to the floor below. Giggles stands up and looks down as the Pure Champion immediately gets back to his feet, and the two strangest members of Trinity Wrestling lock eyes. Raging Dead rolls into the ring, gets to his feet and charges at Mr. Giggles… who goes for a size fifteen boot… but Raging Dead catches him by the ankle, twists his leg and forces Giggles down to the mat. Instead of going for a traditional submission hold, Raging Dead drops down and wraps his legs around Giggles’ leg, and… bites his ankle!
Case: OH MY LAWD!
Trey: Mr. Giggles is bleeding from his ankle!
Case: But he’s not going to tap out He’s already reaches the bottom rope!
Trey: That’s an advantage of being almost seven feet tall. You can reach the ropes from practically anywhere.
Hollie Michaels insists that Raging Dead release the hold, and he resists her authority. She starts to count, threatening to disqualify him. He releases the hold just before she can make it to five. He huffs and puffs and starts climbing the ropes in the corner. When Giggles gets up and turns towards the champ, Raging Dead jumps off and goes for his finishing maneuver… but Mr. Giggles side steps with his stilt-like legs. Dead crashes hard and slowly gets to his feet. Mr. Giggles stalks behind him and grabs underneath Dead’s chin and the top of his head, then quickly snaps his neck.
Case: Oh man! He’s got to be dead!
Mr. Giggles backs up and scowls at the fans in attendance, then turns back to Raging Dead, who is now up and looking him in the eyes.
Trey: Uhh… well… he’s already dead…
Raging Dead boots Mr. Giggles in the knee, forcing the slenderman to bend over. Raging Dead then connects with a one knee codebreaker.
Case: Oh come on! Don’t say it, Trey! Don’t you dare!
Trey: DEAD!
Raging Dead goes for the cover.
Case: One… two… three!
Trey: Mr. Giggles has been eliminated!
Abruptly, the sounds of a police siren hit the PA system, and that can only mean one thing, and the crowd knows it, already filing the arena with an intense amount of "X-Pac/Go away Heat" even before the opening riff of Big Gun hits and from the curtain comes the over-muscled powerhouse Big Daddy Smack himself, walking to the centre of the stage.
Case: Finally! A real man’s man is entering the gauntlet!
Trey: I’m surprised he’s even here today. I saw that GNC was having a sale on protein powder.
He has to fight back a grin so he can keep up appearances, as he extends his arms out and hops up and down, warming himself up before continuing down the ramp. He gets to the end of the ramp and motions for a camera to come over to him so he can flex the most massive arms in the world. Flex one, flex two, flex three, and end it with a kiss, showing that Scott Sinclair's biggest fan is Scott Sinclar. Before heading back to the steps and entering the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and gives one more flex for all his freaks, looking at each bicep with pride before hoping down and removing his gear. When he turns around, he is pulled down swiftly with a one knee codebreaker from The Raging Dead!
Trey: DEAD!
Case: NO! NOT BIG DADDY SMACK!
Trey: There’s the cover! One… two… three!
Case: What an upset victory! I thought Scott Sinclar would win this one for sure!
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 ska-infused beat of the Interrupters' cover of "Bad Guy" grows 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, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she rolls her shoulders, getting ready for battle. 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: What a majestic entrance. Hopefully she can last longer than Scott Sinclar.
Case: You shut your filthy mouth. Kitty Petrova is practically royalty around these parts.
Trey: How so?
Case: Just shut your mouth and watch.
Kitty Petrova does not look intimidated by The Raging Dead as she approaches him in the center of the ring. She talks all kinds of smack to him… which is surprising given her proclivity for silence so far in Trinity Wrestling. Raging Dead does not react to her words, and she slaps him across the face. Dead nods his head and asks for another, and she slaps him again. He then smiles and asks for another, and she slaps him again… but this time he catches her hand in his mouth and bites down! Her hand is bleeding and she screams out in agony, then immediately taps her arm repeatedly.
Trey: Did she just… tap out?!
Hollie Michaels calls for the bell… and Kitty Petrova is eliminated by… submission… kind of. Kitty leaves the ring and seeks medical attention.
Case: That was… something else...
The next entrant is actually a double act, as the Pure Division hopeful known simply as Mute emerges onto the ramp, alongside her best friend and self-appointed mouthpiece, 'The Jersey Whore', Tammy T. For reasons that should be obvious to anyone who follows Trinity Wrestling, it is the latter who takes up speaking duties, lifting the microphone in her hand to her lips to address the crowd:
TAMMY T: VEGAS HOLLA BACK!
This garners her a moderate reaction, which she takes in with a grin, striking several poses to showcase the gold and jewellery around her neck and wrists. By her side, Molly does likewise, continuing to flaunt her 'bling' even after her friend has once again begun talking:
TAMMY T: Maaaaan, when folks be talkin' 'bout old men at casinos 'n' shit, they ain't lyin'! I ain't made that much dolla in a day since I hooked up with that movie guy way the hell back in Cali! Me an' babygirl high-rollin' up in this bitch!
Another mixed reaction ensues, which the 'Jersey Whore' speaks directly over, all the while ogling Raging Dead inside the ring:
TAMMY T: Know what, tho'? Can't nobody never have too much bling. An' I seen somethin' up in that ring finna look hella fine with my new code!
At this, a panicked Molly stops her posing and gyrating to tug at her friend's sleeve. When Tammy looks in her direction, the brunette begins to gesture frantically, pointing at Dead and pulling her hands in opposite directions at waist level. The meaning is clearly not lost on Tammy, who retorts:
TAMMY T: For real? Shiiiit. That dude?
Then, more dismissively:
TAMMY T: Naaaaahhh. No way, babygirl. Look at that muthafucka. Boy be lookin' like he ain't catch no sun since before Kim K's boob job! Shiiiiit, son, what trap house you been layin' low in? 'Cause I want some of what those mu'fuckas got!
Molly now points to her face, gesturing as if painting it. Tammy, however, remains just as nonchalant as before, simply quipping:
TAMMY T: ...What? Facepaint? Shiiiit, girl, ain't nobody wear facepaint but fuckbois an' ladyboys!
Then, turning to the Pure Champion in the ring:
TAMMY T: ...So are you a fuckboi or a ladyboy?
Dead, predictably, takes offence to this, gesturing for Tammy to get inside the ring with him. The 'Jersey Whore', however, does not rise to the bait, instead throwing another quip Ned's way:
TAMMY T: Oh, you want a piece a' this? Better put some dolla in my hand, boi!
Dead, however, only grows more insistent in his gesturing, finally getting under Tammy's skin enough for her to spit:
TAMMY T: Boi, you trippin'!
She then begins to take off her bling, handing it to Molly as she states:
TAMMY T: Hold up, babygirl, just lemme beat homeboy up real quick. You can come in when I finish, a'ight?
Molly seems somewhat dubious about this, but Tammy is not swayed. Instead, she simply leans over to whisper something in her friend's ear – something which brings a twinkle to Molly's eye – before turning around and heading into the ring to fulfill her honest-to-goodness challenge for the Pure Championship!
Trey: Are they both going to challenge at the same time?
Case: Looks like it. Better the odds of taking that filthy belt away from that undead moron.
Tammy T rushes toward the champ and is met with a hip toss. She pulls herself up in the corner. Molly rushes toward the champ and is met with a hip toss. She pulls herself up in the same corner with Tammy T. They check on one another and then turn to see Raging Dead charges in with a splash onto both of them. Molly staggers out and falls down in the middle of the ring. Raging Dead pulls Tammy T to the middle of the ring and bodyslams her on top of Molly. Tammy rolls off of Molly, and Raging Dead covers Tammy.
Trey: One… two… NO!
Raging Dead goes over and covers Tammy.
Case: One… NO!
Raging Dead gets to his feet and argues with Hollie Michaels, who stands by her counts. He grabs her by the collar of her shirt and threatens to bite, and she readies to call for the bell. As he gets close, Tammy rolls him up from behind.
Trey: One… two… NO!
Case: He almost got disqualified, and then he almost got pinned. Just give up, Raging Dead!
Dead goes after Tammy, and gets blindsided by a dropkick to the back from Molly Cyrus, sending him thru the ropes to the outside. Molly claps her hands and points at Dead, then she stands on the middle rope and pulls the top rope up, just as Tammy T charges and flies between the ropes with a suicide dive!
Trey: Great teamwork to take down the Pure Champion!
Tammy T pops to her feet and the fans cheer. She blows them off and pulls the champ up, rolling him into the ring. He pulls himself up in the corner and is instantly met with a flying elbow strike from Molly Cyrus. Raging Dead holds his jaw and then spits out a tooth into his hand. He holds it up and laughs, then throws it into the crowd and clotheslines Molly. He goes for a pin, but receives a sidious backrake from Tammy T. She helps Molly up and the two team up with tandem mudhole stomps, pummeling the champ into the mat. Molly goes for a cover.
Case: One… two… NO!
Tammy T goes for a cover.
Trey: One… two… NO!
Case: Oh this isn't good. Tammy is arguing with Molly, and she's not saying a word.
Trey: Because she can't say a word.
Case: Why not?
Trey: She's… Mute…
Case: Ugh.
Trey: Their strategy doesn't seem to be working.
They are distracted long enough for Raging Dead to get to his feet, and he turns Molly around and hits her with a one knee codebreaker.
Case: Don't say--
Trey: DEAD!!!
Molly Cyrus spills out of the ring and lands hard on the floor. Tammy T looks out at her friend, and Raging Dead delivers a Prussian Leg Sweep… then floats over into a crossface submission. Tammy reaches out to the rope, just as Molly pulls herself up on the outside. She crawls in the ring and reaches out to Tammy just as…
Case: NNNNOOOOO!!!!1
Trey: Tammy T just tapped out! Molly Cyrus didn't make it in time to save her friend!
The bell sounds and Raging Dead gets to his feet… victorious… again…
Case: I can't believe it!
Trey: The Raging Dead just retained the--
Before anyone can react, Arch Enemy's 'We Will Rise' begins blaring through the arena speakers. The song precedes the arrival of a blonde, thirty-something woman in an almost all-leather ensemble, the exception being the Morbid Angel t-shirt only just visible under the clearly decades-old jacket. Raging Dead's surprised reaction upon seeing her arrive brings a self-satisfied smirk to the blonde's features, which is matched by her tone when, a moment later, the music fades out and she brings a microphone to her lips:
WOMAN: Surprise, motherfucker!
Another smirk, even wider than the last, broaches the blonde's features as she once again considers her opponent inside the ring. She does not give Ned more than another moment's appraisal, however, before continuing:
WOMAN: You weren't expecting me, were you, Dead Ned? You didn't think I'd show up, did ya? You thought I'd be like all those other losers out there, talking big and then chickening out when somebody talks big back. Well, guess what, cupcake? You just bit off more than you can chew. 'Cause I'm not one of those losers. I'm Jacqui FUCKING Monroe. The Alpha Bitch. And when somebody steps to me, I step right back to them. At Monster Mash, you stepped to me...so now I'm here, in your home turf, stepping the fuck back to you.
She pauses, as if to let this concept sink in with her opponent, before expounding on it:
JACQUI MONROE: Ned...at Monster Mash, you came at me straight up. No frills. No bullshit. No beating around the bush. You stepped up, dropped your challenge, and dropped the mic. I respect the shit out of that. In fact, I respect it enough that I'm out here right now doing the exact same damn thing. And I also respect it enough to want to come out here through the talent entrance, instead of just jumping that railing and knocking your fucking teeth in.
Here, the blonde dramatically produces a thick sheaf of paper, upon which lettering and signatures are only barely visible. A contract. She holds this up, her body language somewhere between defiance and self-satisfaction, as she once again addresses the Pure Champion.
MONROE: That's right, Ned. Congratulations. You managed to get me out of retirement. Not only that, you managed to get me back doing this shit full-time. 'Cause see... I don't need a contract to track down my piece of shit dope fiend of an ex and choke him the fuck out...but I do need a contract to win belts. Speaking of which...'
Another pause ensues – this time, one suspects, purely for dramatic purposes – before Monroe concludes:
MONROE:...speaking of which, remember at Monster Mash, when I said I hadn't made up my mind yet what belt I wanted to go for? Well, I've made up my mind now, motherfucker. I want that one. The one around your waist. And guess what, cupcake...right here, tonight...I'm coming for it. I'm here, I'm clear, and I'm ready to kick your ass! So try to keep up, big boy. 'Cause maybe it's true that you can't teach an old dog new tricks...but this Alpha Bitch still knows most of her old ones.'
With that, the unexpected challenger drops the mic and promptly speeds down the ramp and into the ring. By the time she arrives at ringside, she has disposed of her leather jacket on the ramp, and a few moments later, she is standing inside the squared circle, face to face with the Pure Champion, ready to deliver on her promise!
Trey: This is HUGE, Case! Jacqui Monroe is HERE in Trinity Wrestling!
Case: There have been all kinds of rumors about her since Monster Mash two weeks ago. I can't believe she's actually here.
Jacqui Monroe and Raging Dead meet in the center of the ring for the very first time. She looks him up and down, then offers to shake his hand.
Case: She wasn't kidding when she said she respects him.
Trey: She's… probably… going to regret this…
Raging Dead looks down at her hand, licking his lips. He lunges down to bite her hand, she pulls it away and knees him right in the face. He falls to the mat, smiling.
Case: What is that freak smiling about?
He rolls over and pushes up off the mat, then spits out another tooth into his hand.
Case: Come on! Again?!
Trey: I wonder if he has dental insurance in his Trinity Wrestling contract.
Case: He's dead. I don't think it matters at this point.
Raging Dead throws his tooth into the crowd again, then catches Jacqui off guard with a clothesline. She rolls toward the rope and pulls herself up, and Raging Dead follows up by choking her with the middle rope. Hollie Michaels scolds him and begins the count, nearly disqualifying him again before he releases the illegal hold. Jacqui struggles to her feet and Dead approaches. She drops down and grabs him by the tights, pulling him thru the ropes. He lands hard on the apron and gets to his feet, only to be taken down by a corner springboard dropkick. Jacqui rolls out of the ring and pulls Dead up, then Northern Irish Whips him into the ring steps.
Trey: She's really taking it to The Raging Dead like we've never seen before.
Raging Dead slowly gets to his feet and turns around, right into a shotgun dropkick. He hangs the back of his head on the ring steps and Jacqui rolls into the ring to break the count from Hollie Michaels. She goes back out and walks toward the champ, who has a confused look on his face.
Raging Dead: Sara? What happened to your hair?
Jacqui stops dead in her tracks and looks concerned. She looks up at Hollie Michaels, who encourages her to get him back in the ring.
Case: He may have a concussion. He just mistook Jacqui Monroe for his own wife.
Trey: But he doesn't remember his own wife, Case. At least… not until that knock to the head…
Jacqui helps Dead up and rolls him into the ring, where he gets to his feet, looking around confused.
Case: It's like he has never been here before. This is surreal.
Trey: Even his tights are unknown to him. Can we get some help out here?
Jacqui climbs back into the ring and puts her hand in Dead's shoulder. Instinct kicks in and he turns around, hoists her upside down in a tombstone piledriver position, cradles her leg with his right arm and then drives her head in the center of the ring!
Case: There's the cover!
Trey: One… two… THREE!
The bell sounds and Raging Dead staggers to his feet, confused again as Hollie Michaels hands him the Pure Championship. She raises his hand in victory… and then he passes out cold, dropping to the mat next to Jacqui Monroe.
Case: What the shit?
Trey: We need help out here.
Case: Cut to a commercial or something.
The scene fades...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:12:27 GMT -5
The feed cuts backstage, where we see Trinity Wrestling's new owner, Alyssa Jenkins, making her way down a hallway. As she turns a corner, the African-American gives a little start, as a young roster member materialises in front of her. Hand outstretched and a too-big grin on his features, the young man, who has a belt around his right shoulder, promptly gushes:
Miles: Miss SURNAME! Hi! I was hoping I would bump into you. Well...not LITERALLY bump...but...you know...
The youngster gives off a nervous giggle, somehow missing Alyssa's contemptuous glare, before composing himself:
Miles: Erm...anyway...I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Miles A. Way, the Trinity International Cham---
The eager-beaver youngster never has a chance to finish, however, as Alyssa holds up a hand to stop his flow.
Alyssa: I know who you are.
Then, without another word, she stalks past the International Champion and resumes making her way to wherever she is going, leaving behind a confused-looking young man, clearly wondering what he did wrong. It is on a shot of Miles doing a Charlie Brown walk out of frame, shaking his head, that the feed returns to ringside....
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:12:40 GMT -5
We open to a studio where Sam Laramie stands in a Trinity Wrestling themed apron and white chef toque sagging off the top of his poofy silver-gold hair. He then gets uncomfortably close to the camera.[/div]
Sam: Well howdy all you Trinity wrestling fans, and welcome to Sammy’s kitchen, where we gonna cook some hometown favorites just like ya mamas and ya gammies used to make. Today, we gonna make a mess of home-style macaroni and cheese—but first, my special guest… Miss Dolly Parton!
A man in chicken suit, also dolled up like the Goddess of Dolly-wood herself, struts into frame with an over-sized fake brazier and messy blonde wig.
Sam: Now Dolly, I know you just a normal soul like ol Sammy, so we gotta ask—what’s your go to for soul food at its finest?
Dolly: Bawk!
Sam: Ha ha… I’m more a pimento and cheese boy myself… now Dolly, we gonna heat this pan until that ow-yal start bubbling off the skillet. Hey, girl, where ya going?
Dolly the chicken starts running in circles upon seeing the chicken breading station. Sammy coaxes her back into shot and then directs her back to their sparking hot pan of boiling peanut oil.
Sam: Now anybody worth they salt uses peanut oil… unless you got the allergies and whatnot, but whatever. So once that pots starts a’boiling, Dolly, we gonna mix up our chicken pieces. I do mine in four steps: Dredge in flower, dunk in the eggs, dunk in the flour again, and finally… a dip in my special, secret-ingredient in-house batter. Did ya catch all that gir?
Dolly: Bawk-Gawwk!
Sam: I knew ya did. For TV sake, and cause don’t want them club fingers on the program, gonna fry up these ones right now.
Dolly: Bok bok… bak-gaaaaaw!
He flips and tosses the chicken pieces, showing her when and where to flip the different pieces for doneness and that golden, crispy color.
Sam: Now if you follow the Laramie method, ya should get some spanking hot chicken like these bad boys—and girls *wink*--for the whole family to join. You wanna play us out, Dolly?
“9 to 5” cues of screen with the chicken suited character looking ever more nervous. Once the lyrics kick in, the actor underneath freaks out with a shrilling call.
Dolly: Bakw! Bawwwwk!
Sam: Shake it, girl!
They boogie to “9 to 5” with lots of hilarious booty shaking. The song stops with a close up of both them.
Sam: Ah shoot... we did it again, Dolly. We was gonna make some mac n' cheese, but I done fried up chicken instead. Well, next week folks, we gonna make that mean, mean macaroni! Cya y'all.
Dolly: Bawwwwwk!
The song cues up again with them dancing, all while the song fades to black. We now cut back to the arena.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:14:24 GMT -5
Cutting backstage, we see the camera going down the hallway at a fast pace with sounds of a scuffle getting louder. A doorway is open to the right, the camera cutting that direction and into the room.
Case: What the hell is going on?
Trey: Is..is that the officials' locker room?!
In this locker room, we see Graham Clauson kicking Mike D. in the stomach before throwing him towards a visibly drunk Mick with an open bottle of Jack Daniels. Mike trips and rolls towards Mick, but stops just short of Mick's feet. Mick just looks down at Mike, shrugs, and takes another swig.
Trey: Graham Clauson has just sunk to a new low! Attacking the referees?!
Case: And Mick just don't give a rat's ass!
The camera turns to catch Gus walking out from what appears to be the shower area. His body jolts a second as he stops in his tracks, almost dropping his towel and exposing himself from the shock of seeing Graham Clauson laying waste. Case can be heard audibly laughing at this, speaking through his laughter.
Case: Thank God he caught his towel, we don't need that lawsuit!
Case coughs as he tries to catch his composure, Trey heard audibly sighing. Gus backs away slowly in hopes to not be seen by Graham as the camera pans to the left to see Graham standing above Kenny, who is on his knees begging to be spared. Graham chuckles, then grabs Kenny by the throat. He brings Kenny back up to his feet, slides behind him and lifts him up. Graham spins and releases Kenny towards the end of the rotation, dropping him into a table set up nearby!
Case: HOLY SHIT!
Trey: And just like that, every available referee for tonight's Main Event has been left in a heap, cowering in the shower, or too drunk to work...
We see Graham look around, stop as he fixates on something. Evil intent clear in his grin, he walks over somewhere and snags something before he hurries out of the room.
Trey: What did he grab?!
Main Event World Championship Abbi Stein (c) vs Madwoman Szalinski
Before we can find out, we return to the arena as "Begin Again" by Purity Ring is playing and the crowd is on their feet. Madwoman Szalinski stands atop the Tron, hooked to a zipline.
Trey: Look! She's going to ride into MGM Grand in style!
Case: THAT IS NOT OSHA APPROVED!
Madwoman rides the line down from the rafters, gliding through the arena and landing safely in the middle of the ring. She releases her harness (taking a couple moments to undo the safety latches) and hops up to the middle rope to wave to the fans, pumping them up even more. Hopping down, she slows her breathing and approaches a corner.
Trey: Now that was a five star entrance!
Case: But Abbi Stein has one thing she doesn't, and that's the belt!
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.
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.
Alara: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Trinity Wrestling World Championship!
Las Vegas roars into cheers.
Alara: The challenger, from Parts Unknown, Ohio, she is the Masked Magical Girl, Madwoman Szalinski!!!
Madwoman bows gracefully in the corner, then motions around her waist in the shape of a title belt.
Alara: And her opponent, from MindYaOwn, USA, the Trinity Wrestling World Champion...the Evil Princess, Abbi Stein!
Boos ring as Abbi waves Madwoman off, saying "not tonight girl, not tonight".
Trey: We're all set! We got a champion...we got a challenger...
Case: All we're missing is a referee!
After the entrances, both Abbi and Madwoman appear confused as no official is in the ring. Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena.
Trey: Is this what...?
Case: Oh, HELL no...
After a few moments, the intro to "Level Up" by Lotto Lot begins to play through the arena as low strobe lighting begins to pulse around the stage...
I think often times when people hear me and see me they think that I'm a fool…
As the lights continue to pulse, fog begins to become visible as it slowly seeps up from the stage.
They think somehow, or another, that I've lost my mind. That I'm not down with the in crowd.
The fog begins to show the outline of someone standing in the center of the stage.
But I wanna, I wanna, I wanna say this here today and now...
I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF YOU! I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF YOU WEAK, WEAK PEOPLE!
The strobes stop right at the end of the word “people”, a blood red spotlight shining down to reveal Graham Clauson standing but not looking towards the ring, pointing towards the ring with his hand shaped to mimic a pistol.
I'D RATHER DIE!
As the word “die” is screamed, a loud gunshot is heard towards the end of it as Graham’s arm pulls up swiftly. “Level Up” continues to play normally as the lights return to normal, Graham stepping to look towards the ring. In his other hand, he holds what appears to be a microphone...and a referee’s shirt?!
Graham: OK, OK, shut that off…
The music shuts off a short moment after, Abbi and Madwoman staring at Trinity’s Enemy Number One.
Graham: Well, well, well, ladies… You thought that you were going to have a World Championship match without me? You thought that I was going to let new management stand in my way?
Graham looks around, before smirking.
Graham: And you don’t have anyone else backstage who has a referee’s license…
Graham then looks down at the referee shirt, then back at the competitors in the ring.
Graham: ...except me!
Graham begins to untuck the shirt he is currently wearing as the fans jeer vehemently.
Graham: You’re in for one hell of a match, girls. Hope you know how to follow the rules.
Graham drops the microphone, pulling his shirt off as he makes his way towards the ring. He slings his actual shirt to the side, flying into a fan’s face as he hastily dons the official’s shirt. As soon as Graham slides into the ring, he can audibly heard barking towards the timekeeper.
Graham: RING THE FUCKING BELL, YOU TWAT!
Everyone just looks back and forth awkwardly, but the silence is cut by the tone of the bell's ring.
Trey: And we’re off to what could very well be the biggest match in Trinity’s short history! Both these women are undefeated, and Madwoman gave up her TV title for this match!
Madwoman and Abbi meet in the middle of the ring with no time wasted. Madwoman misses with a capoeira style kick, coming back to her feet after a cartwheel. Abbi goes for a shoulder to her gut, but Madwoman backpedals away quickly. Madwoman tries for a quick sunset flip, but Abbi is able to stay standing and drops an elbow...that hits nothing but canvas.
Trey: This is for the big one, folks, and these ladies know it! Nothing will be held back tonight!
Both women are back on their feet. Madwoman attempts to whip Stein to the ropes, but the move is reversed. Madwoman is about to hit the ropes when Graham nonchalantly leans on the top rope while "pretending" to look away, sending her cartwheeling to the apron and then to the floor!
Case: Aw man, Graham slipped!
Trey: Oh, sure! That's what happened!
Graham, microphone in hand, looks back and shrugs. He makes a sad face, then looks shocked.
Graham: You good? Hope you're okay, I SO did not mean to do that! Hey, look on the bright side...with this match being no countout and all, you've still got a chance to get up and walk it off!
Trey: This match was NOT no-countout!
Case: Well, it is now, and I don't see any of our officiating team to argue with him!
Madwoman begins to get up, Abbi quite ready to take advantage of the rule change. She bounces against the ropes behind her, rushing forward before going for a Baseball Slide. Madwoman, up just in time, dives somewhat to the side and causing Abbi to catch nothing as she corrects and lands on her feet. Madwoman goes to get the upper hand and grabs Abbi, but Abbi slams her elbow hard into Madwoman's ribs, causing her to break her grasp on her. Swiftly after, Abbi kicks Madwoman once more to the ribs, causing her to stumble back and down to one knee. Abbi steps back, turning around as she psyches up, but as she turns around she finds herself walking right into Graham Clauson! In perfect position, Graham snags Abbi in a three-quarter-nelson headlock and snaps forward, slamming her face first onto the mat with a Snapmare Driver!
Trey: WHAT THE HELL?!
Case: And if the official gets involved, who can do anything about it?
Trey: This is a travesty, ladies and gentlemen...
While Graham looks around at the fans, arms wide open and clearly proud of himself, Madwoman stares at Graham with clear confusion. As Trey begins speaking, audible crunching of something can be heard...
Trey: I’m just as confused as...is that popcorn?!
Case: Hey, Trapson ain’t here to do it, I may as well just enjoy the show!
Trey: You’re disgusting.
Case: You’re single and still live with your mother.
Graham snags Abbi up by her hair, picking her up and throwing her into Madwoman. After throwing Abbi towards Madwoman, Graham slides back into the ring for a moment as he grabs the microphone left in it. Madwoman stumbles back with Abbi, but keeping her footing as she holds her in a front facelock. Madwoman and Abbi are now in front of the announce table, where Madwoman hooks Abbi up. She hits a snapping vertical suplex through the table drawing gasps and cheers from the crowd. Trey and Case jump out of harm's way just in time.
Graham: Ouch! That must have hurt! Well don't just lay there! Fight back! It's no DQ, so use a chair!
The crowd boos Clauson vehemently at this point, some even throwing garbage. Both champion and challenger lay amongst the broken table and all of the commentary team's props upon it.
Trey: This is a damn disgrace! Graham keeps changing the rules!
Case: Graham is giving these fans what they want!
After what seems like an eternity, both competitors are back up (if not a bit wobbly.) Abbi elects to go over the railing into the crowd, and Madwoman is quick to give chase. They make their way up a set of concrete stairs; the aisle between rows of fans narrowing as people want to get closer to the action.
Trey: Obviously Abbi didn’t pay attention to Madwoman against Adelaide Ainsworth at Bad Moon Rising! Madwoman will go to jail just to win a match!
Case: Abbi didn’t notice because she was too busy winning her match, while Madwoman won a public disorder charge.
Madwoman runs Abbi’s head into a bleacher row of seating, falling down onto her with a diving elbowdrop. She grabs at one of her arms, pulling it into the bars.
Trey: Madwoman Szalinski is locking Abbi Stein’s arm up around those seats!
Case: Her head is hanging down, banging off the bleachers, but she doesn't care!
Abbi gets her arm free, using it to assist her other hand into slamming Madwoman’s head into the metal. Shoving her back into the aisle, Abbi steps out and starts to drag Madwoman up to the upper deck’s barricade.
Trey: And they’re going wherever the wind may take them...but this match has to end in the ring, doesn’t it?
Graham: Not necessarily!
Looking behind them, Trey and Case see Graham smiling with his microphone.
Graham: I knew I forgot something earlier! Falls count anywhere! Be right back, gotta make sure nobody dies. That would break my heart, if I didn’t get to take the title off one of ‘em first!
Back to the match, or what’s left of it that hasn’t broken down into an all-out brawl, Madwoman is crawling up to the railing above the upper deck’s retainer wall. A couple of fans helped bolster her up, pulling her by the hand. She kicks at Abbi on the way up, missing her by centimeters.
Trey: What’s this?
Abbi stumbles back, almost falling down the steps leading down between the rows of fans. She turns back to face the upper deck's balcony, just as Madwoman Szalinski flies off from ten feet in the air with a front dropkick!
Trey: OH MY LORD!
Case: ....fuck!
The crowd bursts into "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" as both women are down on the concrete aisle. Fans rush in as close as the ring of security surrounding them will allow.
Trey: Madwoman just risked life and limb for the chance to beat Abbi Stein for the Trinity World Championship!
The competitors in the main event are now in a heap of collapsed biomass, woven together and yet sprawled out on the concrete. The fans begin to chant “THIS IS AWESOME!” and after several rotations, this is alternated with “FUCK GRAHAM CLAUSON!”
Trey: They’ve both gotta be hurting Case, they’ve both gotta be feeling the pain…
Case: But they’re both also feeling the glory! They don’t wanna destroy their bodies for nothing! This is for the big one, Trey! They aren’t gonna quit just like that!
Madwoman gets to her knees. She is about to rise when Abbi, having held onto a trash can to stand up, throws the can at her. Trash flies everywhere, and Madwoman is sent rolling down the concrete stairs! She crawls to a stop, but a flipping senton by the World Champ from a couple steps above puts her back down!
Trey: What a shot! Abbi Stein is showing that quick thinking that won her the title in that fatal four way!
Abbi virtually throws Madwoman over the barricade, even though Madwoman hits it stomach-first and flips over. Abbi steps over one leg at a time, pulling Madwoman to the ringpost. She throws a shoulder to her midsection, then moves her around to be rolled onto the apron. Madwoman lays there for a moment, holding her ribs. Abbi grabs a chair, sliding it onto the ring along with herself.
Case: Oooh yeah, this is getting good now!
Trey: This is not good!
Abbi brings the chair down onto the back of Madwoman, getting a loud screech and a loud boo. She throws the chair down onto the mat, looking around the arena and grinning with a mischevious smile.
Case: And now Abbi is showing us the killer instict you need to keep the belt!
Trey: This is going to be over soon if Madwoman doesn’t come up with something…
Abbi brings Madwoman up with a front face lock, then lifts her in a standing fireman’s carry.
Trey: This could be it, the IDGA-no! Madwoman kicks free!
Abbi is stumbling, Madwoman begins to step forward and going into a spin…
Trey: Going for the Swan Kick…!
Madwoman begins to throw her leg upwards, but Graham suddenly steps in and under her leg, grabbing it as he slides behind her. Almost in one smooth motion, he lifts her up in the air, spins her upside down and drops her onto her head with an Awful Waffle!
Case: HOLY FUCK, HE JUST TURNED HER INSIDE OUT!
Abbi, realizing that her luck has turned around, smiles as Madwoman crumples to the mat. Graham has not stood up, still sat out after the hellacious driver. Abbi claps at the display, walking over to Madwoman and covering her.
Trey: And Graham screws over Madwoman…
Case: This popcorn is good as shit.
Abbi stares at Graham, her joy slowly washing away as she realizes that Graham is just staring at her with crazy eyes and has no intent to count the pin.
Trey: Wait, hold up…
Case: Graham looks like he just got possessed by Michael-fucking-Myers, and two weeks late for Halloween.
Graham swiftly extends the arm closest to Abbi, grabbing her by the hair. She screams a moment, grabbing at his arm and hand as he begins to stand up. He nearly rips Abbi off of Madwoman, Abbi flailing around and realizing that Graham may not be mentally stable in this current moment...
Case: Ooooooh-boy, this is going to be nasty!
Trey: You’re ENJOYING this?!
Case: Hey! They’re grown, adult women. They know that not every title match is going to be easy…
Trey: WITH A PSYCHOPATH OFFICIATING THE MATCH?
Case: Whoa, buddy, calm down… Have some popcorn.
Graham, still holding onto Abbi’s hair, begins to hoist her up in an Argentine Rack. He looks out towards the fans, grinning before he hoists her up and begins to pull her forward, dropping her onto her head with a Psycho Driver!
Trey: OHHH MYY GODDD!!!
Case: Yo! Smashing Pumpkins! What up, Darren Hughes?!
Graham immediately stands up after leaving Abbi in the middle of the ring, motionless. Madwoman hasn’t moved, either…
Case: Graham Clauson just took out both challenger, AND champion!
Trey: This...this is a damn car wreck...
Graham walks over towards the side of the ring near the timekeeper, demanding a new microphone. The timekeeper complies, Graham nearly ripping the poor man’s arm off as he pulls the microphone from his hands.
Graham: Alright, smarks! This is how things work.
Graham throws up one hand, pointing upward.
Graham: ONE! This may be no countout, this may be no DQ, and this may be falls count anywhere…
Graham throws his hand up again.
Graham: TWO! But both of these undeserving bitches still have to answer my count to continue!
Graham throws his hand up again.
Graham: THREE! But like it matters! I’m supposed to be the one holding the belt, not them!
The fans continue to jeer, throwing his hand up again.
Graham: FOUR! But if anything, I know that Snapmare Driver is going to leave one hell of a black eye on Abbi!
Graham laughs for a moment before throwing his hand up, breaking into song for a moment…
Graham: Shine bright like a diamond… FIVE!
The fans begin to respond to Graham’s counts with yelling “WHAT?!” at him. Graham continues to laugh for a second as he throws up his arm again.
Graham: SIX! Got me on that Chris Brown shit out here, damn…
The “WHAT?!” response continues as Graham throws his arm in the air once again.
Graham: LUCKY NUMBER SEVEN! ARE YOU DEAF OR HIGH, YOU VEGAS FUCKS?
The fans continue, hoping to annoy the bearded asshole who ran roughshod over a perfectly good contest.
Graham: Say “what” if you fuck your step-father...
The fans fall into the bait, causing jeers as they realize they got lead.
Graham: ...at EIGHT-
Graham throwing his arm in the air once more.
Graham: -o’clock every night! Boo, you whores...
Graham gets ready to throw up his arm one more time.
Graham: NINE!
Both Abbi and Madwoman begin to stir, at Graham’s amazement. He looks beyond livid!
Graham: NEIN! NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!
Both women begin to pull themselves both up to their feet by the ropes, staring a hole through Graham.
Graham: Dammit, you two are a lot more awnery than I give you credit for. Guess Imma just have to molly-whomp both of you again, huh?
As Graham tries to talk his way out of having attention of the competitors on him, he finds himself backing himself into a corner. He points at Abbi as she continues to recover from being dropped on her head.
Graham: This is no DQ, so beating on me isn’t going to allow you to keep your belt!
Graham then points at Madwoman, who is now up and seething as she stares at Graham. She begins to walk towards him, but he kinda jumps as he speaks, stopping her for a moment.
Graham: And you have to pin or submit her to take the belt!
As Graham continues to try to talk himself out of a retaliation attack, the camera cuts over to the stage to reveal that Miles A. Way, Kelly Penkzee-Nelson, “Crusader” Flynn Ghostwood, Jack “Action” Jackson, and Big Daddy Sam are starting to make their way to the ring at a semi-hurried pace.
Trey: Looks like the cavalry has finally arrived!
Case: Well...shit…
Graham: Awww, you had to have your entire backstage cast of Total Trinity come out here to back you up? ADORA-BILE! You two can’t handle me being the ref that you had to have backup?
The entire crew slides (or steps up the ring steps and into the ring, in the case of Big Daddy) into the ring, staring down and cornering Graham while still keeping a good distance.
Graham: Look at this, folks! They had to fucking bring a total of seven people out here to try to contain me! All of you bullshit wrestlers, thinking you’re hot shit and getting passed over all the damn time. But yet you have these two greenhorns in the ring competing for the top belt, and you’re backing them?! What the fuck is wrong with all of you! I’ve been fucked like a damn sex slave by the management teams who all may as well be called Jeffrey Epstein and his elite-level customers for my entire career!
Unbeknownst to Graham, Trapson has slid out from underneath the ring. Even through the crowd's cheering, he continues to shoot.
Graham: But yet you’ve never heard me bitch or complain once until recently. There is always room for new talent, but this is just bullshit poor marketing and booking decisions. I’m sick of sitting in the back waiting for my opportunities just to be passed up by Masked Wendy Thomas and Goth Princess Felicia here!
Trapson leaps up onto the apron, reaching over and snagging the microphone out of Graham’s hands! The fans rejoice, Trapson grabbing Graham by the neck and forcing him up against the turnbuckle.
Trey: I KNEW HE WOULD COME!
Case: God damn it, you're right. He was bound to show up sooner or later.
Graham’s eyes widen, surprised and somewhat in fear as Trapson steps onto the second rope and gets into Graham’s face.
Trapson: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE,? GET YOUR NAPPY ASS BEARD OUT OF MY GOT DAMN RING BEFORE I HAVE THESE PEOPLE LOOK AT MY TAP ALL OVER YOUR ASS, BOY!
Trapson lets Graham go, who suddenly bolts in between the ropes, and then quickly hops over the barricade. Graham, still talking shit and pointing at everyone as Trapson steps into the ring and hops onto the middle turnbuckle.
TRAPSON: LEVEL UP THAT, HO!
Trey: Trapson just became the hero of the night!
Case: I'm out of fucking popcorn! God damn it! This better be the finish!
Graham disappears from the arena, leaving the two women in the ring to end the battle once and for all. Everyone else waits on the floor as Madwoman Szalinski and Abbi Stein meet in the center of the ring, weary and worn out.
Trey: And one more time, both of these ladies throwing everything they got into this...
Abbi again goes to get Madwoman onto her shoulders. This time, Madwoman does not kick away, and Abbi tosses her forward to finish the IDGAF...
Trey: Madwoman gets out just in the nick of time!
Madwoman lands on her feet quickly, and goes for a jumping Swan Kick.
Case: Nothing but air!
Abbi grabhs Madwoman into a clinch, delivering a knee strike to the chest. Abbi hooks Madwoman up for a move, but Madwoman slides away when she is lifted and lands on her feet, just behind Abbi.
Trey: Back and forth...
Case: ...Madwoman going for a victory roll!
One!
Two!
Trey: Abbi Stein kicks out!
Case: Holy shit, this match is still going on! What does it take to put them down?
Abbi Stein rolls Madwoman up in an inside cradle.
One!
Two!
Case: Still going!
Madwoman wrenches Abbi's arm, pulling her in for a headscissors. Abbi's head slips free, but Madwoman's feet hit the mat. Abbi lifts Madwoman up in the standing fireman's carry one more time...
Trey: What's it gonna take?
Madwoman's feet come back down...Madwoman scoops Abbi Stein up and drops her headfirst!
Case: SCOOPSTONE!
Trey: That's her brother's move!
Madwoman slumps down onto Abbi in a North-South position, and Trapson makes the count at the top of his lungs along with every single person in the building.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-HEE!
The roof comes off the building, the bell rings, and Alara can barely be heard (even though she is practically screaming.)
Alara: YOUR WINNER, AND NEW TRINITY WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION, MADWOMAN SZALINSKI!
Trey: SHE DID IT! DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES? BELIEVE IT, FOLKS! BELIEVE IT TONIGHT, BECAUSE WE JUST WITNESSED IT!
Case: JESUS CHRIST! WE'RE NEVER GOING TO HEAR THE END OF THIS SHIT NOW!
Madwoman is helped to her feet by Trapson, still in wrestle mode. She doesn't believe the match is over. When the Trinity Wrestling World Championship is handed to her, the emotion floods out.
Trey: This young woman has came from the streets of Columbus, to the top of the world here tonight!
Case: Hey! Look!
KPN rolls into the ring, with Miles also coming in. Abbi Stein quietly exits the ring, holding the back of her head. Kitty Petrova, not in wrestling clothes, also enters. Trapson raises Madwoman's hand and makes his leave, allowing a tearful Madwoman to have her moment...
Trey: Hey! Look who's here!
A familiar masked man personally fastens the World Championship around the waist of his younger sister. The crowd continues to roar and cheer as everyone in the ring takes turns hugging one another, with another outsider coming into the ring (identified by his GCC shirt as MMA fighter 'Kentucky Tarzan' Ross Hanson.) Ross and Madwoman collide in the middle of the ring, both of them openly crying through the hugs.
Trey: This is such an emotional moment! Madwoman Szalinski, surrounded by her friends...
Case: No, Trey. Her family!
Trey: ...the Clan!
Madwoman climbs the corner, holding her hand high and sporting the World title belt around her waist.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2019 17:14:40 GMT -5
The tron lights up to show Alyssa Jenkins standing with a smile on her face.
Trey : What does she want now?
Case : You show our wonderful owner some damn respect.
Trey : Kylie Moore is our owner.
Alyssa shakes her head.
Alyssa : Madwoman, congratulations. You are the Trinity World Champion. You have the minds and hearts of the fans in your hands.
She paces a bit.
Alyssa : But I have more in my hands. I have ALL of your livlihoods in the palm of my hand. You see owning a fed was Kylie's dream. She made it a reality with that little slut I fired earlier. As owner of Trinity I am making a rather smart business move.
The camera pans out to show she is outside an office. The door reads "Torture, Action Wrestling CEO"
She smiles.
Alyssa : Now if you'll excuse me. I have a meeting.
Alyssa disappears behind the door.
Trey : What does Action Wrestling have to do with anything?
Case : I guess we will find out next week? Maybe?
Trey : Folks, we are out of time.
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