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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:56:16 GMT -5
Pyro explodes as we cut around the arena showing the Trinity Wrestling faithful have come out in droves for the return of Trinity Wrestling. We cut to the announce table where we see Trey Graham and Case Mitchell.
Trey: Hello TRINITY WRESTLING and welcome to a special Sin LIVE on the NEW WrestleNetwork. This streaming service is state of the art.
Case: Yeah, yeah. State of the art! We get it. Let's get to a bigger question. How are we going to have a show with no referees. When Trinity was stolen...erm... sold the referees all went their own way.
Trey: I hear we have some commotion in the back!
We cut to the concession stand where a man with glasses on is seen spilling beer all over his hands. The manager of the stand walks up.
Manager: Mr. Thunderbird you have been trained on how to do that.
Trinity referee Mick Thunderbird is seen licking the beer off his hands as he speaks, slurring his words.
Mick: I was never trained. I have a job to do tonight. I quit!
With that Mick walks off.
We cut to Kylie Moore's office. Cecilia Ortiz is giggling.
Cecilia: Kylie we are back babes.
Kylie nods.
Kylie: We are not in the clear yet. There are many legal issues right now and we are taking a risk opening before they clear. I won't let it hinder tonight or our return. We will get it all figured out.
Cecilia nods as we cut to the hallway. A worker looks on the ground and picks up a claw hammer with some red on the end of it.
Worker: Why did someone leave their hammer here. Still has some paint on it.
We scroll out to see the words "Addy A was here" on the wall.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:56:23 GMT -5
Video Package
A warning siren starts. Low at first, but as the images appear on screen it builds in both pitch and volume.
Stock footage reminds the viewer of the true power Mother Earth possesses. Black and white video of collapsing buildings, buckling bridges, and crumbling cliff sides are intercut with damage of a more localized level: the wrestling ring. A monster of a man puts another in a full nelson and shakes him until he vomits toxic waste. The same monster stomps around a downed opponent, targeting his limbs with brutal footwork. Finally, he can be seen hosting two people up onto his shoulders and bending them in a tandem torture rack.
The sirens crescendo and cease. The camera pans from toe to top of the well-muscled titan in a front lat spread bodybuilder’s pose. He glares and beats his chest and lets out a primal roar.
The screen turns black. In stark white lettering a message is given:
SHELTER IN PLACE TRINITY WRESTLING VONN RICHTER IS IMMINENT
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:56:36 GMT -5
Open to a dark purple space when a sudden flash of light illuminates a fluorescent fabric. It all rests under the might chin of a massive silhouette and two eyeballs. A second flash coincides with Pasha opening his mighty cape and its silvery material. His freshly shaven head and chin add to his iridescence under bopping club lighting and disco ball. Random people groove to Eastern European EDM behind him with glow sticks and outdated dance outfits.
”Welcome to the greatest show on Earth! Let your new friend Pasha welcome all those to Trinity Wrestling. Old friend he loves as well! Many faces and one dream: the Trinity Championship. What do men and women have in common? Pasha will tell you!”
He opens those massive arms to the party going behind him right as the bass drops. Pasha, slightly out of his element but not one to miss in a moment, throws his cape to the sky. Everyone around him gasps at the bearlike chest and bulging muscles on display. Instincts tell him to flex; compelled by those basic urges, he makes a full Schwarzenegger pose for the camera.
”Pasha will show you his love! Everyone who thinks they can topple him are free to try! Ha ha! But you must endure the strongest ox in all of wrestling! You will not find a stronger example of the great power in any ring! Don’t even try, ah ha ha! But he challenges all who think they have the guts. All those with the purest of hearts. All those that think they can topple Pasha. He awaits you!”
His trusty bard, Bohdan, squeezes around Pasha’s intimidatingly friendly disposition as if to clarify. His traditional Cossack dress seems reminiscent of Yaakov Smirnoff in old days.
”But Pasha, aren’t you worried about so many talented competitors?”
”Loyal Bohdan! You are so lovely, but Pasha does not fear what awaits him in the ring! Ha ha! He faces the night with all his power. And with all the love in his heart! There is no greater feeling than the struggle of a wrestling match! Pasha welcomes one and all to his greatest show yet. He is 100 percent for the first time in months. One hundred! Ha ha ha! Shall the greatest of all get the gold. If that may be Pasha—then by the love of all—he shall be your next Trinity Champion of the World!”
Pasha spins into the party, and in one dip, he swoops six or more partygoers into his massive arms. They all tilt towards the camera as The Starry Plough shows his strength by lifting all of them off their feet. Every vein bulges over his body with the song changing to something more high-paced. Everyone in on the dance floor encourages Pasha as he goes into a lunge with all of them suspended over his reddened and bare scalp before easing all of his new friends safely back to their feet. Everyone gathers around him for a final pan out from the dance party. It then cuts to black.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:56:42 GMT -5
We head backstage to a Trinity Wrestling backdrop. Standing in front of it is newly signed superstar Sara Pettis, who proudly holds up her hand.
Sara Pettis: Would ya look at that? Ya girl is cleared for action! You know what that means…
She punches her open hand.
Sara Pettis: It's slobberin' time!
She covers her mouth in embarrassment. She looks off camera.
Sara Pettis: Shit! I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous about this match. Can we start from the top?
Producer: Uhm we're live, Ms. Pettis.
Sara Pettis: Oh come on! What happened to pre-tapes? Uuuggghhh!
She looks back at the camera.
Sara Pettis: Okay. I'm a bit rusty… so bear with me. Tonight I make my debut… or… kind of my return to Trinity Wrestling. I am so happy to be here and to be part of history! Trinity Wrestling is back! How cool is this?!
A young woman cartwheels onto the set.
? ? ?: SO COOL!
Sara Pettis: Ladies, gentlemen… and all other known or unknown genders… I'd like to introduce you to my step-daughter… Lexi Sparkles!
Lexi Sparkles: Hiiiiiii!!!~1!
Sara Pettis: When I told her about Trinity coming back… she practically begged me to tag along.
Lexi Sparkles: I did! While I was training to be a wrestler last year… my dad was biting and clawing his way through the Pure Division and it… was… awesome! I just HAD to come hang out and see Trinity LIVE!
Sara Pettis: Now, this Trinity is much smaller in scale… for now. The talent pool is quickly filling up with some of the best in the world… like Sara Lacklan… Carnivore…
Lexi Sparkles: MADWOMAN SZALINSKI!
Sara Pettis: Tonight… we are going to showcase what's truly special about Trinity Wrestling! Next week… the World Title Tournament begins!
She looks at Lexi.
Sara Pettis: Quick! First reaction! Who will win the tournament?!
Lexi Sparkles: RESERVED!
Sara Pettis: HUH?!
Lexi Sparkles: I'm a fan of the unknown. You're my runner up choice. I'm just super excited to see who the final participant is.
Sara Pettis: Fair enough.
She looks back at the camera.
Sara Pettis: Carnivore… Madwoman… Sarah… let's go out there and kick each others' butts for their entertainment!
Lexi laughs.
Lexi Sparkles: You… really need a better… catchphrase…
Sara sighs and walks off set. Lexi looks at the camera, makes s goofy face, and follows her stepmother.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:56:51 GMT -5
Trey: Can you believe it?!! Trinity is back!
Case: Never thought I’d be so glad to see your pretty face again.
Trey: A new year. A new era of Trinity Wrestling—and what better way to usher us back than one of the OGs of the Trinity ring!
Case: And he’ll have his large hands full with one of the best strikers in the game.
A huge firework streaks across the arena before exploding at the entrance ramp. Pasha emerges and strikes a powerful pose.
Alara Miles: Entering high up from the Caucasus Mountains… weighing 550 pounds… accompanied by his loyal bard, Bohdan… he is “The Starry Plough” and Greatest Lover ... Pasha!
Trey: Will you look at that behemoth! He’s inhuman!
Case: I can’t hear you over these fans, Trey. They just popped my eardrums!
Trey: Me too—and I don’t care! Pasha has returned to his Motherland!
Pasha walks to the ring with long, mighty strides before arriving at the apron. Pasha then pulls himself to the ropes, where he lets his cape drop into his trusty bard’s hands below. He then enters rings spinning with his arms held out straight to a sprinkling of multi-colored sparks above the ring. Pasha goes to his corner ready to crush in his most ferocious bear pose.
Case: What do think’s going through his mind right now?
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 eerie instrumental gives away to the impassioned growling lyrics of "The In-Between" by In This Moment and that sedate image melts away as though doused in acid. 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's followed closely by her manager Hunter Donimari as 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.
Alara Miles: And his opponent… fighting out of Napa, California… weighing 125 pounds… accompanied by Hunter Donimari … “Killer” Kitty Dark!
Case: Pasha better be on his A game tonight. She might be a quarter of the human, but Kitty can bring even the strongest in wrestling to their knees with his strong style.
Trey: Modeled after so many masters of the sport, she’s definitely the pick of every lover of this sport.
Case: Yes… the ones who pick Pasha are probably not old enough to drive to this show.
Trey: Cold, but true. Killer isn’t just a namesake either. Kitty has been known across the business for her ruthless aggression. If Pasha has any hope of stopping her, he might have to get dirty.
Case: Yeah, but I don’t think he’s capable of it. That’s his greatest weakness—always has been, Trey.
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 before slowly shrugging off her jacket and tossing it to Hunter on the outside. She mounts the turnbuckle and flips off the crowd in two directions as her music cuts out into a squeal of feedback. Both fighters meet with varying levels of intensity: Kitty smells blood in the water. Pasha feels the velocity of this hot crowd holding him up.
Ding! Ding!
Trey: And there’s the bell… Kitty wisely letting the big man come to her.
Case: You can tire him out, maybe? Pasha looks a little more streamlined than he did in the past.
Trey: You can say that again! There’s a new pep in his massive step.
Pasha plays a game of Marco Polo with her with frustrating attempt to grab the much smaller opponent. Kitty gets him to reach for the turnbuckle. When Pasha does, she kicks him in the back pressure point of his knee, throwing him uncontrollably into the padding. He puts up a block to flourish of kicks. They rain like Uzi spray fire, but the sheer mass and power behind Pasha absorbs them until the ref pulls her back. Kitty shouts at the crowd for picking a false idol.
Case: Pasha needs to rethink he’s strategy. That is, of course, if the galoot actually has one.
Trey: I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s winging it right the whole way.
Case: Okay! Time to lure the bull again!
Trey: Kitty dodging the Starry Plough like an agile matador.
Case: Exactly! He’s not made for a cerebral matchup! Never has and never will be… Kitty goes low!
Trey: What a dropkick. Pasha took the full brunt of that—and another!
Case: She’s chopping that Cossack down one stump at a time!
Pasha lowers to one knee after much consternation on her part. Dominari roots from his side of the ring, doing his best to talk over the ruckus around them. Loyal Bohdan sticks by his friend with little to no knowledge of wrestling. He instead brings unlimited heart to Pasha’s corner through all the punishment of kicks and punches aimed at toppling the Russian giant. Kitty chops him on the chest and follows that with a crowd defying backspin DDT that drives Pasha square to the mat.
Case: Vixen Driver! She’s got that bear dead to rights!
Trey: Pasha is still moving—Kitty getting some distance now… this can’t be good.
Case: She’s tumbling with the best them!
Trey: What an artful handspring—whoa nelly!
Case: Circle Pit! She’s looking to put Pasha away for good, Trey!
The frankensteiner barely toppled all of his weight to one side. Pasha’s immense size, however, added untold impact to an otherwise halfway-completed move. Kitty makes the cover with her entire body.
1!
2!
3 –
Case: No! The power of this man!
Trey: He’s got Kitty in those bear mitts.
Case: He just did a sit up with her… and he’s regaining his footing!
Trey: What did we just witness here—no Pasha! Don’t do it!
Pasha rose from the ground with a fighting Kitty Dark suspended over his head. A few of her kicks found a mark, but something has possessed the big man. He eventually reaches his full standing height and flings Kitty forward from a gorilla press slam. Kitty landed hard with a catlike bounce keeping her from disaster. She looks up shaking her head to Hunter’s discerning looks from her corner. Bohdan leads the crowd with his unbridled enthusiasm despite how exhausted his best friend looks on national TV.
Trey: Pasha making a statement of his own. But how much can be left in his tank. He took quite a beating.
Case: Exactly. How much did she take out already? Big men are like SUVs and tanks. They’re gas-guzzlers.
Trey: Bohdan and Dominari trying to get their clients back into this match. Because I don’t think these two can take much more.
Pasha makes a slow approach on the recovering Kitty Dark. She senses a change in momentum, yet her legs soon get back under her. She forces Pasha to give chase again on another aimless circle around the ring. Sugar Ray would be proud by how much she’s wears down the Starry Plough. When those killer instincts return to Kitty, and a trap will finally get set.
Trey: Pasha misses again—Kitty climbed onto his back!
Case: What reflexes!
Trey: If she can lock on sleeper… this match might be over sooner than these fans thought.
Case: Pasha pulling up on her arms. Is he trying to pluck her off like a flea?
Trey: Will that even work?
Case: I don’t know, Trey. You never see people that big in that position. Hard to say from here.
Pasha holds her up like a dad dancing with his young daughter. Kitty sways until a pinpointed knee to the neck nearly drops Pasha to the ground. A second tames the beast. She follows that compromised position into a reverse Russian legsweep, planting Pasha’s lovely face back to the mat.
Trey: Ego Trip!
Case: Kitty pulling all the stops on Trinity’s trained bear! This could be it!
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Trey: No! Pasha tossed her aside at the last second. What more can Kitty do to this man?
Case: Again and again until he’s down for good. Pasha is gassed. There’s nothing more to him after that exchange. I’ve watched him so many times before… and this is how the giant falls, Trey.
Trey: I’ve got the same feeling. But listen to this crowd! They’re not about to let their beloved Pasha go down! Not just yet! Not on the Trinity re-debut of all shows!
Case: Wishful thinking… Kitty getting the sign from Hunter. They’re looking to end this now.
Kitty encircles the wounded but still resilient Pasha and tries to chin lock around his bullet-shaped head. He lifts off both of them off the mat and then whips Kitty into the ropes. She slides between his tree trunks, emerging from the other side off a middle rope springboard. Pasha meets her with a spinning lariat that shoots Kitty Dark out of the sky.
Trey: MiG Missile! Pasha might have knocked her soul out her body!
Case: I wouldn’t take that hit! That’s for damn sure!
Trey: Pasha lifting Kitty off the mat by her throat. This can’t be good!
Case: Can he do it? Look, even the mighty Pasha is struggling to lift her as he once did!
Pasha is huffing and puffing while lifting Kitty into a one-handed chokeslam attempt. She manages to roll behind him, but not much else after that devastating lariat moments prior. She hits the ropes and chop blocks him like a human torpedo. Pasha stumbles but keeps his balance. Kitty recovers and hits the ropes once more and hits him with the stiffest superkick. Fans are aghast at the impact.
Trey: Bitch Kick! We’ve seen this one before!
Case: That’s the stuff! Pasha is trouble now!
Trey: Kitty going to the top rope!
Case: Pasha is dead on his meaty feet!
Kitty launches off the top tope hitting an awesome 720 DDT on Pasha. He spins around but manages to get a hand on her smaller frame. Sheer strength turns all that spinning into a sloppy version of his stump piledriver, slamming Kitty Dark to the canvas.
Trey: Pash-Scythe! He can end it with this one move!
Case: Fans are getting their money’s worth tonight!
Trey: And he holds for the pin!
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3!
Alara Miles: And your winner… “the Starry Plough” Pasha!
Trey: Pasha sustained so much and still pulled out the win. Are you surprised?
Case: He’s always capable to go off and shut match down. But Kitty took him to the limit.
Trey: That’s for sure. But tonight, the fans and their beloved Pasha get this big win.
Case: Welcome back Trinity Wrestling!
Trey: You said it, Case. And we’ve got another big showcase after this.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:56:56 GMT -5
Daniel Dream, wearing jeans and a brown shirt about the end times or some shit, appears in front of the camera. The Cult Leader takes a breath before speaking in an unusually excitable voice. Daniel Dream: Madwoman and I have recently advanced in The Wrestling Commission's World Championship Tournament in Madison Square Garden, now we’re both in the Trinity Revival World Championship Tournament along with Kitty Dark, you gotta love when everything goes according to plan!
Daniel takes a breath.
Daniel Dream: Wow! This is amazing! I haven't spoken to the rest of The MadClan about how the tournament is going to affect this team but we're professionals, we all want to win. We need a plan to get to our end goal, but...my end goal is to prove I’m the future hero of Trinity so I just need to win against villains like Sara Pettis, Sarah Lacklan, and Thomas. My biggest competition in this tournament would have to be Madwoman, but I just need to win against the villains first, I have an opportunity to prove myself against Trinity’s heroes and villains. I look forward to this unique and challenging opportunity!
The scene fades to black
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:57:00 GMT -5
[The tron flickers to life, as the sound of a crackling fire fills the ears of those viewing the big screen. The chuck of a log is added to the bonfire shown, as the lights slowly lower in brightness. A voice familiar to the wrestling world can be heard, but it is an unfamiliar one in Trinity.]
??: I have not been as kind in life as I should be, but life hasn’t been too kind to me.
[The camera focuses on the seated silhouette stoking the blaze before him, a small flame in the form of a roasted marshmallow is lifted from the fire and blown out.]
??: As easily as it is to roast a marshmallow, I found myself without the career that made me who I am today.
[The rumble of thunder can be heard overhead, and rain begins to fall gently at first.]
??: And, just as hard it is to roast a marshmallow to sweet perfection, I have returned.
[The sprinkling of rain becomes a torrential downpour, the fire burning brightly against the sheets of water pouring down. The silhouette begins to smoke and steam under the rain’s relentless burst.]
??: They say that, with enough fuel, a fire can weather any storm or any amount of rainfall, and it’s true, because I never stopped burning. In the midst of decaying health and crippling addiction, I pushed forward, I fought my way through.
[The camper turns around, and all that can really be seen are his deep blue eyes.]
??: Trinity, the Firestorm is blazing his trail right through you!
[Lightning strikes the fire and it explodes as the scene fades to snow and white noise.]
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:57:06 GMT -5
The lights grow dim and slowly fade away completely. Shrouding everyone, in utter darkness.
Several minutes pass as the audience begins to murmur softly to themselves.
What is going on? What's happening?
No one knows.
Suddenly a single spotlight is cast but it isn't in the arena or anywhere near the ring.
It's on a screen mounted high enough, so everyone can see and the illumination from said screen is now, the sole source of light.
Revealing this man..."Hello Trinity Wrestling! I am Oliver Last and I'm coming at you live, from an undisclosed location. It could be in the building or the basement of Nom Wah Tea Parlor in Chinatown. Truth is... I don't even know. I'm pretty high right now and a tad scatterbrained at the moment. All I know is that there's a camera and I'm supposed to address you fine folks, about the upcoming tournament. So that's what I'm going to do."Oliver smiles at the camera."How's it going everyone? How's everyone's night faring so far? Good, I hope. It doesn't really effect me, whatsoever but I'm not going to be a total jackass and hope you're having a shitty evening. That wouldn't be very nice. Now would it?"Snickers and briefly dips his head forward."Anywho... I'm new here and the tournament, will be my first event ever, with this company. Imagine that. Wow. I must be nuts. The new kid on the block, agreeing to fight in a tournament, with sooo many people, on his first night ever wrestling here. Unaware of the capabilities or talents that his future adversaries possess. I could be facing a pack of crazed lunatics, I don't know. Quite frankly, I don't care either cause that's the fun of it, isn't it? Diving into the unknown. Taking that chance. Rolling the dice and crossing your fingers, praying that you don't wind up, with double ones. That's called snake eyes, by the way, for those of you that don't throw dice."
"But you see, here's the thing... I'm a gambling man. I love the thrill of the unknown. Sadly, when it comes to games of chance... dice, hold 'em, blackjack, craps, roulette, mahjong, whatever your poison is as a gambler, it's not really there for me. I have sort of a sick sense when it comes to stuff of that nature. To further emphasize my point, I could tell you all a list of horse names, right now and guaranteed, if you phoned them in and made the bet, you'd win. It would be an awful lame win though, if you all did it, so I'm not going to do that."
"Sorry."
"For me this gift that I have, peeking past the veil and seeing a transmission of what's to come, it's also kind of a curse. Cause a guy like me, wants to feel that exhilaration of not knowing. Which is why I am doing this act of craziness because for once, I don't want to know. I want to cross my fingers and hope for the best. So that's what I am doing. I am climbing into a ring, with a bunch of random wrestlers and I'm taking that risk. Seeing if I have what it takes and maybe I do or maybe I don't. Maybe I stick around either way and keep rolling those metaphorical dice. Who's to say?"
"The future is unwritten. Isn't that exciting? I could wrestle in that tournament and get paralyzed. Ha! That sure would suck and yet, it's also extremely invigorating. Stimulating to the point where, I'm damn near turned on. Isn't that fucking strange? I sound like a weirdo and truthfully, I am a little peculiar. But when you can call the shots on most things, it's nice when you can't. The outcome is a vast abyss of mystery. An enigma, if you will. I cannot foretell my destiny. From where I'm standing that's awesome. I feel like you all, when you're placing a bet on a game in Vegas, wagering away your hard earned cash. With the exception that I'm wagering... well, me. My safety and welfare."
"One thing I can tell you all about this tournament, with both absolute clarity and certainty is that I am going to dive into that ring and when the bell chimes, I'm gonna give it my all and who knows? I might survive and even excel. I could be good at this sport. Perchance even great. Either way, I'm spinning that wheel, fingers crossed I don't get a zero pocket, 'eh."With that Oliver winks and the spotlight within the screen, shuts off and the lights within the arena come back to life. Allowing everyone to view, a now completely black screen.
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Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 14, 2020 14:57:16 GMT -5
"Cult of Personality" blares over the PA system as Daniel comes down the entrance ramp. Daniel Dream throws up peace sign as fans wearing his merchandise response by throwing up their own peace sign. As Dream poses "I Believe in Miracles" by The Ramones hits the PA System. Madwoman Szalinski rushes down to join him as the Madclan stands united.
Case: The Madclan looks to be united here.
Trey: Yeah, they are. They are a united front.
The lights go out in the arena.
"EYES ON ME!"
A red spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as a metal version of the Moonlight Sonata plays. Sarah calmly walks out onto the ramp and stops, taking the time to look at the crowd. As the guitars play, she slowly walks down the ramp, careful to avoid the touch of any fans, with an arrogant sneer on her face. As she approaches the ring steps, she carefully climbs them before entering the ring.
As Lacklan enters the ring the bell rings signifying the start of the match.
Trey: Where is Sara Pettis?
Case: I hear she may not be medically cleared.
Lacklan shrugs as Madwoman stands across from her. The two women lock up as the last Trinity Champion gets the upper hand. She locks in a headlock. Lacklan backs into the ropes and launches Madwoman into the ropes. Dream tags himself in as Lacklan backdrops Madwoman over the ropes. She taunts Madwoman as she turns around and Dream lifts her up and spins attempting to hit the Hero's DDT. Lacklan slides out and locks in a Fujiwara Armbar. Dream struggles to get to the ropes. He grabs the rope as the referee begins his count.
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...NO!
Lacklan releases the hold at the last moment. As Lacklan goes on the attack "Zombie (Lost Sky Remix)" by The Cranberries blares on the PA system as Sara Pettis runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. She stares down with Lacklan who mouths the words "Where have you been?" Pettis shrugs and stands on the apron. Dream rakes the eyes of Lacklan and tags Madwoman in. Lacklan looks at Pettis and puts her hand out. Pettis tags in as she stares down her niece, Madwoman.
Trey: Talk about a Family Feud!
Case: Lawsuits here we come!
Pettis and Madwoman lock up as the two women begin trading blows before Pettis whips Madwoman into the ropes. Madwoman bounces back with a drop kick to Pettis' knee dropping her to one knee. Madwoman drops Pettis with a DDT. While Pettis is down Madwoman hits a standing moonsault and pins Pettis.
1... 2... 3...NO!!
Lacklan pulls Madwoman out of the ring. She hits the Abyss on the outside of the ring. Daniel Dream runs over chasing Lacklan back to her corner. Lacklan hits a Supergirl punch off the apron on Dream. Lacklan rolls Madwoman back in the ring. Pettis uses the ropes to make it to her feet and tags in Lacklan. Lacklan rolls Madwoman to her own corner and eyes Dream. She dares Dream to tag in. Dream tags in and runs at Lacklan for a clothesline. Lacklan ducks under the lariat and catches Dream's arm. She hits an Armbreaker on Dream. Madwoman gets in the ring which catches the referee's attention. Lacklan spits the mist in Dream's eyes and tags in Pettis. Lacklan hits the Abyss as Pettis climbs the ropes. She hits the Moonstomp and goes for the pin. Lacklan knocks Madwoman off the apron as the referee makes the count.
1... 2... 3!!!
Trey: And Pettis and Lacklan have defeated the MadClan.
Case: Next week they won't be so friendly.
As the Madclan leaves the ring 2 Sara(h)s 1 Cup celebrate in the ring. Pettis and Lacklan raise their hand's in victory. Lacklan hits the Armbreaker on Pettis' injured arm. Pettis rolls around on the ground as Lacklan begins stomping on Pettis' hand.
Trey: That didn't last long.
Case: Lacklan getting the upper hand for next week I like it.
As EMTs rush down and look at Pettis "Moonlight Sonata 3" plays as Sarah Lacklan smirks and the show comes to an end.
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