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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:06:11 GMT -5
The pyro in the arena explodes as the fans cheer loudly. The camera pans as we reach the announce table. Case and Trey are seen smiling, well Case is smirking more than anything. As "Mayhem" fades out the announce team begins speaking.
Trey: Welcome to Tuesday Night Sin on the Wrestle Network! This is Trinity's second show since returning. Last week we saw Sara Pettis and Sarah Lacklan get a win in tag team competition but this week they are our main event as only ONE can move on to the round of 8 in the Revival Tournament for the World Title!
Case: Speaking of World Title, former world champion, Madwoman Szalinski will do battle with international superstar, Atara Themis.
Trey: Returning Trinity Star, Kitty Dark, will do battle with Chelsea Pebblepot.
Case: In what is sure to be a borefest, Pasha will do battle with a rag doll... I mean Thomas Snow.
Trey: Hey, that is our first ever world champion. We have debuts galore with Vonn Richter, Oliver Last, James Ceno, Ginger Snaps...
Case: I hope to God Cancel Culture Inc actually shows up and cancels us. I kind of like the idea of doing the Graham Clauson approach and collecting a check at home.
Trey: Something is going on outside, let's see if we can get Jerika Mason out there.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:06:18 GMT -5
We get outside to where we see Austin St. Peters, holding a sign with a red circle with a line through it, very reminiscent of the Cancel Culture Inc logo. Jerika Mason approaches him.
Jerika: Austin, you seem to be rather upset with how things have gone down. Why is it that you are so upset?
Austin glared out from behind his sunglasses.
Austin: Upset? Upset doesn't cut it. I am the one who signed to this company knowing they had issues. I was also signed knowing that I had issues. Kylie and Cecilia signed me knowing I had my own personal issues. Fact of the matter is Trinity Wrestling doesn't know what talent relations means.
Jerika looks up as she sees the logo.
Jerika: What does your sign indicate? Are you the representative for Cancel Culture?
Austin smiles from ear to ear.
Austin: Maybe I am, maybe I am not. Fact of the matter is Cancel Culture is on to something. You have to remember...
A crowd appears behind Austin.
Crowd: We will be watching!
The camera cuts back to the announce table.
Trey: Seems cancel culture has really taken the roster by storm.
Case: There is still a chance we will be working from home!
We head to a segment recorded earlier today in the parking lot. Our camera crew caught up as a rental car pulled into the Rice-Eccles Stadium, where the wrestlers park. You get the picture. Oh, this rental car is a 2017 Smart Fortwo. It's so small that it can fit in any parking spot imaginable. Once the vehicle is in park and it is turned off (maybe it's off; it's so quiet), two Trinity Wrestling superstars emerge from the seats. First is the driver, Sara Pettis gets out with a smile on her face. Next up is the passenger, Thomas Snow... who uncomfortably contorts his body out of the tiny car. As he stands up, his back cracks itself.
Thomas Snow: AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!1
Sara Pettis: What's the matter?
Thomas Snow: What's the matter?! I'm just barely too tall for this car!
Sara Pettis: You complained the whole ride from the airport. I figured it was a bit.
Thomas Snow: I only stopped complaining because my body went numb.
Sara opens up the hatchback and very carefully pulls out their bags that were wedged carefully in the car.
Thomas Snow: It looks like my bag fell from space.
Sara Pettis: Well, what was your bag doing IN space? Haha!
He doesn't fine her amusing. He grabs his bag as they start walking into the building.
Sara Pettis: Lighten up, buddy! It's time for SIN! Let's go have a good time!
Thomas Snow: I don't see wrestling my friend Pasha as a good time. No matter who wins... we both lose.
Sara Pettis: It'll be no different than when we face each other in the finals though.
Thomas Snow: You're getting ahead of yourself. Sarah Lacklan is probably going to break your arm tonight. You should be careful out there.
Sara Pettis: Didn't you know Careful is my middle name?
Thomas Snow: Obviously it's not.
They make it to the locker room door.
Sara Pettis: Hey, will you toss my bag inside? I'm going to go find some snacks. I didn't have enough room in the back of the car for any.
Thomas Snow: Sure.
She hands him her bag. He opens the locker room door and tosses it in.
Sara Pettis: Gee! Thanks!
Thomas looks in the locker room and sighs, realizing his friend Pasha has not made it in yet. The scene fades back to whatever.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:06:53 GMT -5
Case: Tonight we kick off the tournament. I’m just interested to see who’s going to come out string in week one. How about you, Trey?
Trey: The fans have waited for months, now, they get our first Tuesday Night Sin in forever. I expect this crowd to be as we kick off the Tournament right here. Right now!
Case: Get ready Sinners! We’re back baby!
REM’s “I Took Your Name” cues up. Richter stomps out from backstage to glare at the crowd.
ALARA MILES: From Bossier City, Louisiana, and weighing 297 pounds, “The Man Who Moves the Needle” VONN RICHTER!
Vonn psychs himself up by hopping up and down and letting out a roar. He walks to the ring, up the steps, and through the ropes. Once inside he again does his little bounce and bellows either at his opponent or the fans.
Trey: He’s one heck of a specimen!
Case: You got that right, Trey. Although always ask the same question….
Trey: If he’s got the cardio to go the distance?
Case: Hey, it happens. These guys bulk up and forget the basics.
Trey: By look on Richter’s face, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.
The low rumble that opens the song “Hell” by Disturbed shakes the arena with thudding bass. The lights fade to black as the big screen begins to lighten up with what looks like red smoke. With the eruption of David Draiman’s roar, flaming mortars erupt on either side of the ramp, a single white spot in the midst of strobing red lights is pointed at the top of the stage. James Ceno, in full ring gear, stands there, looking at the ring, looking at the people, almost entranced by the feeling of the music washing over him.
With the beginning of the second verse, he begins his slow strut to the ring, purpose and passion behind each step as he gets to the apron. The opening to the bridge cues him to the steel steps, slipping between the second and top ropes as he walks with authority to the centre of the ring.
His fists are raised high as his head bobs to the music. After a few seconds, he backs to his corner and lets the music end on its own, and the lights return to normal with the sound of the last cymbal.
Trey: Ceno looks like he’s seeing gold too. What a way to start off the night!
Case: They’re ready to go. And there’s your opening bell!
Trey: The path to the new Trinity World Title begins right here!
They get into a traditional lockup until the sheer power of Vonn Richter has James Ceno down to one knee. He presses the issue with a toe kick. In that place, he tries to do a gutwrench suplex. Ceno’s training kicks in like clockwork, reverse his footing and countering Vonn with a belly-to-back suplex. They roll off the canvas with Ceno in control this time around. He then goes double-or-nothing with a vertical suplex. Richter knees the inner thigh and reverses for a snap suplex of his own.
Trey: What a strong exchange by some of the strongest grapplers in the whole Tournament.
Case: Power is one aspect, but I want to see more of the technician from the Firestorm fans have come to love over his career. Sooner or later, I have to imagine it’ll be too much for the raw, undisciplined power of Vonn Richter.
Trey: He might be the strongest pound-for-pound, but there’s a lot to say about expertise.
Trey: Yeah, it always wins.
Both men recover into another strength contest. When it looks like Vonn will get the better in a simple tug-of-war effort, Firestorm gives the fans a show with a classic takedown. He goes into a judo armbar despite how much Richter maintains his footing on the canvas.
Trey: That’s some impressive mat work from someone so green to MMA.
Case: Yeah, but it’s not about power in the clutch, Trey. It’s about position. All Ceno has to do is tire out Richter. Then it’s night-night.
Trey: Richter regaining to his knees. What’s he trying to do here?
Case: Whoa! He just dropped Ceno with a back suplex!
Trey: But look. I think he took them both out on that impact!
Fans loved that exchange with both competitors climbing to various ropes. Richter gets up first, and on a full head of steam, rushes shoulder-first into James Ceno. Ceno reacts with a drop toehold that wrung Vonn’s fisted jaw on the top rope. He recoils so that Ceno can deliver a release german suplex into the ropes. He dives with a second german deadlifted off the canvas that spikes Richter into a bridge.
1!
2!
Trey: How did he kick out of that?
Case: Reflexes? Don’t look at me?
Trey: How do you recover from something like that?
Case: Again, I have no idea. But Vonn needs to gets his head on before the Firestorm rages on.
He pulls Vonn Richter off the floor for a capture suplex, but a desperation kick pushes him off for a moment. Pure force clotheslines Ceno to floor albeit how much it took out of Vonn Richter. They meet for yet another lockup with weakening grips.
Trey: Knees clutches from James Ceno.
Case: Each one of those is can take the wind out of you, Trey. This isn’t good for Vonn Richter.
Trey: He’s got the arms hooked. This can’t be good!
Case: Big kick from Richter! Oh no—bad move big guy!
Trey: Firestorm has the ankle trapped!
Case: Shock lock! This could be it for Richter.
Richter fights but the weight and precision of James Ceno keeps him in place. When Richter tries for the ropes, Ceno grapevines his leg. He has no choice but to tap.
Alara Miles: And your winner… "Firestorm" James Ceno!
Case: In the end, experience wins. Glad I didn’t put money down on that!
Trey: The experienced James Ceno outduels a tough test, but he lives to fight on next week.
Case: The Firestorm goes on to the next round. Richter was no slouch either, but tonight was not his night.
Trey: And now Ceno will get watch for his opponent later tonight. We’ll be right back.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:07:03 GMT -5
“Koni Priveredlivye” by Vladimir Vysotsky starts to play on the big speakers as huge fireworks streak 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: Here comes the Russian bear himself, Pasha! I never understood the “Starry Plough” motif of his.
Case: Yeah well, this obvious Zangief from Street Fighter clone isn’t going to anything except that: a bear. His personality is just so fake.
Trey: In either case, the man is coming to the ring to face
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.
The music fades out as Pasha turns to face the entrance ramp, a bright smile on his face.
Case: I don’t see what he is so happy about...
(Heart starts to pound shaking the ground this is the sound... Heart starts to pound shaking the ground this is the sound...)
"Warrior" by Ledger begins playing through the speakers as the arena is illuminated by ice blue and white lights.
(This is the sound It's the sound of the warrior This is the sound It's the sound of the warrior)
Thomas Snow steps out from behind the curtain to a wave of cheers and applause, his loving boyfriend, Cooper close by his side. The two men look out into the crowd, both men enjoying the praise.
A huge, proud smile crosses Thomas' face as he soaks in the support.
Thomas begins marching down the ramp, a vigor in his step. He pauses in front of every young fan in the front row and gives them a supportive pat on the back and a high five.
(The words that fall from both sides of your lips Like open jaws of shackles made for my wrist This is the sound of the captives released This is the sound of my enemies fleeing The lights come on The truth will be my victory!)
Once he reaches the ring, Snow climbs the turnbuckle and poses with his arms out to his sides before jumping off into the ring.
Thomas takes his time climbing each corner and posing, allowing every side of the arena to get their photos and memories. Finally, he jumps down and makes his way over to Cooper. The two men share a kiss as Thomas hands his jacket over to his boyfriend.
Without warning, Pasha runs over and hugs Thomas and Cooper; the referee goes to break them up!
Case: What the hell is this?
Trey: This is the friendship that these men share, Case. You don’t have to play this stupid.
Case: Watch your mouth. There’s no need for two, even three, men to embrace like this in the ring.
Trey: But Pasha and Thomas Snow are tag team partners, and Thomas and Cooper are family; why wouldn't Pasha come in for the hug?
Case: Just... start this match before I throw up.
Pasha helps Cooper out of the ring as the referee weakly admonishes them for the sudden embrace.
Trey: The ref is doing his job here, making sure that the two men are aware that they can’t just attack each other as they did.
Pasha and Thomas move to their corners as the ref takes his position, and he calls for the bell.
Trey: And now it gets interesting.
Case: I’m already bored.
Pasha and Thomas walk up to each other and shake hands before taking two steps away from each other, going right to the tie-up.
Trey: Standard collar-elbow tie-up here.
Thomas is immediately sent airborne as Pasha playfully tosses him from his hip. Snow lands on his back but pops right back up onto his feet, shaking his head. He goes again for the tie-up, but he ends up being thrown again; Pasha is having too much fun!
Case: This isn’t about enjoying yourself!
Snow gets up, smacking his head as if Pasha rattled a nut loose.
Trey: This is what Pasha is all about: having good, old-fashioned fun. He cannot help himself.
Case: Well he needs to figure out how to, because this is wrestling, not some popularity event or game between friends.
Trey: But you have friends in this sport.
Case: Oh? Really?
Trey: You have a job, don’t you?
Snow gets into the tie-up with Pasha again, pulling him down into the side headlock. Snow wrenches it, forcing the Starry Plough to bend over, but Pasha, in his way, picks Snow up and starts marching around with him before dropping him with a high belly-to-back suplex.
Case: Finally, something with impact! This is starting to bore me.
Trey: We have yet to see Snow mount an offense here, but the two friends are sizing each other up, to see what would be considered crossing the line.
Snow walks up to Pasha and slaps him in the face, screaming at him to stop the game and that it’s time to start this match. Pasha’s face goes cold, but he smiles and nods, delivering a heavy body blow to Snow, before smashing the winded man with a standing lariat!
Case: Yes, break him!
Trey: It looks like Pasha is done playing games; Snow’s words were the wake-up call that he needed to get serious.
Case: Who cares about serious? Now we have a match to watch and enjoy.
Snow slowly starts to get to his feet, but Pasha is quick to grab Snow, delivering a massive headbutt that knocks the man down. Snow gets up again, only for another headbutt to bury him. A third time, Snow gets up, but Pasha locks his arms and starts to deliver a series of headbutts to the top of Snow’s head, one busting Thomas open on the top of his head. A trickle of blood runs down from his scalp.
Trey: And the blood is flowing now! Pasha has cut him open with his headbutts!
Case: Now this is where the Russian should smell blood, and he needs to start losing himself.
Once Snow is released, he crumbles to the mat a bit, going to his knees, but Pasha does not press the advantage. He kneels down next to Snow to ask if he’s okay instead!
Case: NOW WHAT!?
Trey: Sportsmanship a-plenty in this match, as Pasha checks on his friend and tag team partner.
Snow’s response comes with a DDT to Pasha! Pasha starts to get up, stunned by the offense, but Snow presses HIS advantage, delivering a leg drop to Pasha as he rests on his hands and knees.
Case: Yeah, it’s about time the love machine breaks down!
Trey: Pasha isn’t looking as good as he did, as Thomas Snow mounts...
Case: You... you shouldn’t say...
Trey: Shut up, it’s 2020! Thomas Snow mounts a capable offense to stave off defeat!
Pasha starts to get up, moving a little more quickly, as Snow runs off the opposite ropes, leaping legs first at Pasha, but the big man catches him, dropping him for a thunderous powerbomb! He bridges for the cover, but a kickout at 1!
Trey: Impressive counter by the Starry Plough.
Case: I’m sure it could have been better, like, oh I don’t know, a quick finish to this annoying crap!
Pasha lets Snow back to his feet, going in on Snow to lock another tie-up, but Snow moves to the drop toe hold, as Pasha falls into the second rope, getting hung up. Snow looks to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He runs into them and springs off, running at Pasha.
Trey: What’s coming next?
Snow grabs the top rope and flips, landing on Pasha’s head with a somersaulting senton! Pasha falls back, grabbing at his throat and coughing slightly, as Snow goes to the top rope.
Case: The end is here!
Trey: He had better move quickly...
Snow calls for the Nuclear Winter, but Pasha has it scouted! Pasha gets up and charges at the turnbuckle. He leaps and nails Snow with the tail end of a MiG Missile! The spinning lariat catches Snow on the jaw, sending Thomas Snow to the outside!
Case: Now this just became a match!
Trey: Narrowly missing our announce table, Thomas Snow is slumped against it, curled up. Here comes Pasha!
Pasha exits the ring to get Snow as the ref starts the count, but it doesn’t last long, as Pasha sends Snow into the ring via rolling him under the bottom rope. Pasha starts to climb onto the apron, but Snow kips up and nails the dropkick! Pasha falls off the apron and through the announce table!
Trey: Dear God!
Case: You spilled my damn coffee!
Snow is slow to get to his feet, but, as the ref counts, he gets outside the ring and drags the woozy Pasha to his feet, pushing him onto the apron and into the ring before getting in himself, kicking the Russian to get him to his feet.
Trey: Snow is working the body after unintentionally putting him through the table.
Case: Unintentionally? No such thing as something done unintentionally! He measured that dropkick up and took advantage of the behemoth’s size. The rest was gravity.
Trey: In either case, Thomas Snow had better be careful with what he might wake up.
Snow rolls in the ring as the referee begins to count.
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
Bohdan throws water on Pasha who begins to stir. Pasha gets up to his feet as the referee continues.
6... 7... 8...
Pasha slides in the ring and looks at Snow. Snow tries to apologize, Pasha pats Snow on the back before lifting him up and hitting Pash-scythe. He covers Snow.
1... 2... 3!
The referee calls for the bell.
Trey: Pasha HAS to be the favorite to win just on his size!
Case: This is the same Pasha who was kidnapped by three women who weigh like 200 lbs total?
Trey rolls his eyes as we cut away.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:07:09 GMT -5
Anya Coyle closes the locker room door behind her, turning to make the long walk down the halls. As she finishes turning, she stops dead in her tracks.
Anya: ...you...
Standing across from her is none other than her former tag team partner, Larissa Johnson.
Larissa: You look surprised.
Anya: No, I figured you would be here to ride my coattails sooner or later...
Larissa: Oh, Anya...you always think everything is about you, don't you?
Anya: What are you doing here?
Larissa: I came to see Cancel Culture. They're my favorites! Maybe I should give them a call, and see if they could use a little bit more help!
Anya: So that's you?
Larissa: Ha! Of course not! I would never get my hands dirty inside of a Trinity Wrestling ring. I just wanted to see you get nervous when I showed my face! Good luck!
Larissa sarcastically skips away, almost as quickly as she appeared. Anya is left speechless as the scene fades.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:07:21 GMT -5
Alara Miles: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Trinity Wrestling World Championship Tournament!
As Hello Kitty blasts through the speakers, Ginger bops down to the ring high fiving fans along the way.
Alara Miles: Making her way to the ring first… from Aberdeen, Scotland… GINGER SNAPS!
"You Know You're Right" by Nirvana plays and "Coming soon…" (lol)
Alara Miles: And her opponent… from Oakland, California… OLIVER LAST!
Both competitors are in the ring and ready for action. Referee Mike Thunderbird takes a swig from his flask before putting it in his back pocket. The opening bell rings. Ginger and Oliver lock up in the center of the ring. She puts him in a headlock but he sends her off into the ropes. She goes for a shoulder block but he holds his ground. They stare at each other for a moment before she hits the ropes and goes for another. He blocks it. She nods at him and hits the ropes again. This time he goes for a clothesline and she ducks it. When he turns around, she takes him down with an enziguri.
Case: That was a loaded kick!
Trey: What the hell is that?
Case: Look it up!
Ginger delivers some kicks to Oliver before allowing him up. She whips him to the ropes. He reverses it and she hits the ropes. On the way back, she catches him off guard with a dropkick. Ginger claps her hands as Oliver gets back to his feet. She runs at him and he catches her with a spinebuster.
Case: Her spine is busted! Call it, ref!
The fans boo him and he looks confused. While he looks out at the crowd, Ginger rolls him up from behind.
1…
2…
NO!
Ginger gets up and waits in the corner. Oliver charges in and goes for a spear. She leaps over him and he goes right into the ring post. He gets out and turns around, then eats a splash from Ginger. She follows up with a bulldog and goes for a pin. The ref isn't there right away because he's taking another swig of his flask.
1…
2…
NO!
Ginger is up and climbs up the ropes in the corner. The fans cheer as she prepares for something cool while facing the fans… but Oliver shoves the ref into the ropes and Ginger falls, catching her leg on the top rope. While in a tree of woe position, Oliver connects with a wicked baseball slide.
Case: HOME RUN!
Ginger's leg is released from the rope and she rolls out of the corner in pain. Oliver is quick to climb the ropes in the corner and he flies off with a frog splash.
Trey: GETTIN' FROGGY!
Case: THIS IS IT!
He goes for the cover.
1…
2…
3-NO!
Oliver looks upset as he drags Ginger up off of the mat. He pulls her in with a front facelock and calls for the end. As he goes for his own finisher, she spins out and kicks him in the gut, then delivers a snap dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane!
Trey: GINGER SNAPS!
She quickly makes the cover.
1…
2…
3!
Trey: She's done it! Ginger Snaps has won with the Ginger Snaps!
Case: Do you realize how stupid that sounds?!
Trey: Not as stupid as you sometimes, but that's beside the point...Ginger Snaps advances into the tournament! We're not done yet! More to come, stay tuned!
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:07:28 GMT -5
SWING LOW S-
That was as far as the lead singer of UB40 gets before the song gets drown out by a tidal wave of boos. After all; When every member of the most hated family in wrestling has been using the same thing song for decades, the crowd knows what to expect and sure enough as always accompanied by the massive hulking figure of Mr. Grim looking as grim as ever, out steps proudly with the union jack draped over her shoulders Chelsea Pebblepot. She stands there on the stage taking in the hate and the constant USA .chants, with a smug grin, simply spreading her arms out, letting the crowd take in wrestling royalty before making her way down to the ring, Mr. Grim following behind, She walks down the ramp slowly, one foot in front of the other playing to the camera and looking disgusted at the filthy disgusting Americans on either side of her, screeching at them how better she is then each and everyone of them.Chelsea flips her twirls around as she approaches the apron. She climbs up the stairs and stands in the middle of the apron, slowly removing her entrance gear, she snaps her fingers and Mr. Grin holds open the ropes for her as she enters the ring. Tossing it aside, she bends down, slowly running her hands up her legs and flips her hair, a grin plastered across her perfectly bronzed face. and taunts the fans one more time before retrating to her corner
Trey: And now we have more Sweet 16 action! Here come’s Chelsea Pebblepot!
Case: “Sweet 16”... Ugh, who’s bright idea was that name?
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. 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.
Case: And here comes my pick to win! This tournament is laid out for Kitty Dark to cruise into the finals!
DING DING DING
The two women circle each other for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally they go in to lock up but right before they do, Kitty connects with a swift kick to the abdomen, doubling Chelsea over. Kitty grabs a handful of hair and tosses her backwards onto her back, diving quickly for a cover
1
Kickout!
Trey: It’ll take a lot more than that to put Pebblepot away.
Case: Strange Things have happened.
Both women get back to their feet. Kitty attempts to grab ahold of Pebblepot again, but Chelsea manages to backpeddle into the corner and duck underneath the ropes, forcing the ref to begin a five count as Dark attempts to grab a hold of her.
Finally, Dark lets go. Chelsea goes for a quick kick!
Trey: What a kick!
But Kitty catches her leg!
Case: No she caught the kick!
But Pebblepot swings around with an enzaguri!
Trey: But Pebblepot counters the counter!
Case: Maybe we should wait for the move to play out before we comment on anything.
Pebblepot drops a pair of knees onto Kitty’s face before backing up. She somersaults forward and drops a leg onto her opponent!
The cover
1!
2
Kickout!
Chelsea smacks the mat in frustration and pulls Dark up by the hair. She connects with a strike to the cheek. Dark reciprocates with a shot of their own. The two begin exchanging strikes, going shot for shot.
Trey: These two are evenly matched. What will it take to get ahead of the other?
Finally Kitty gets the upper hand, blocking a punch from Pebblepot and laying into her with stiff punches of her own.
Trey: That, probably.
Chelsea tries to cover up but Dark is too quick. Laying into her with strike after strike, sometimes throwing in kicks as well. But an errant punch to the face causes Chelsea to fall backwards, clutching her eye and screaming out in pain.
The referee holds Kitty off away from her opponent and goes to check on the fallen Pebblepot, but she refuses to pull her hand away so he can check on her eye.
Trey: Uh oh. Looks like Chelsea Pebblepot may have suffered an eye injury. Not good.
Case: Suck it up, buttercup!
Finally Kitty gets annoyed and marches over to Chelsea, who delivers a stiff kick to her knee and drops her with a wicked DDT! She pulls her hand away from her eye and winks into the camera.
Trey: Oh no!
Case: Hah! Playing possum! I love it!
Chelsea climbs to the top rope. She takes time to taunt the crowd, who rain boos upon her in response.
This gives Kitty time to get to her feet and climb the ropes as well, settling on the second rope. She punches Pebblepot in the gut and wraps her arms around her. She tries going for a super belly-to-belly, but Chelsea doesn’t budge. Instead, she digs her nails into Dark’s face, forcing her to break the hold!
Trey: Both of these women are known to fight dirty.
Case: Fight smart, you mean. If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying!
Pebblepot does everything in her power to push Kitty off but she refuses to move as well. Finally she jumps up onto the top rope as well and onto Pebblepot’s shoulders, sending her flying with an avalanche hurricanrana!
Trey: MAMA MIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Case: All right, calm down. It was awesome but calm down!
Both women are down after that big move. Chelsea struggles to pull herself up with the ropes. Meanwhile, on the opposite corner, her manager Hunter Donimari slips Dark something, which she discreetly holds close to her chest as she gets to her feet herself.
Trey: What did he just give her?
Case: I don’t know but it can’t be good.
The referee comes over to check on Kitty. She nods and pushes the zebra away. Next he checks on Pebblepot, who is composing herself in the other corner. Once the ref’s back is turned, Kitty charges across the ring and lands a stiff punch to Chelsea! Spit flies from her mouth as she collapses in a heap on the mat.
Trey: OH MY GOD
Case: The power of the punch!
Dark goes for the cover as she quickly slides the brass knuckles out of the ring away from the ref’s view.
1!
2!
3!!
DING DING DING!
Kitty gets to her feet, an evil smirk on her face. The referee raises her hand, unaware of the underhanded tactics used. Hunter Donimari enters the ring, shoos the ref away, and raises his client’s hand instead. The two celebrate as Pebblepot slowly stirs, holding her cheek in pain.
Trey: Kitty Dark advancing to the Elite 8 of this world title tournament!
Case: My pick!
Trey: And this tournament is just heating up the longer we get into the first round! But we're far from done! We'll be right back!
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:07:54 GMT -5
Judgement and Punishments kicks in as the fans are booing for this. Outcomes Anya Coyle, looking at the fans as they boo at her. She looks at the fans before flipping her pink hair and walks to the ring with a scowl. People yell at her, but she keeps on ignoring them. She rolls into the ring with the growling part kicking in and lights going around.
Trey: Anya Coyle, internationally known what a great wrestler to be in this tournament.
Case: She definitely has the assets
"Good Girls" cues up and Evan appears at the top of the ramp. She gives a smirk before strutting down the ramp. She slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle and raises her hands to the sounds of a crowd that cannot decide if they love her or hate her.
Trey: The young upstart, Evan-Lee Chase means business tonight.
Case: Wanna some other generic things?
Chase and Coyle circle each other. Coyle and Chase lock up. Chase goes for a standing armbar. Coyle escapes rather quickly and goes for a leg sweep. Chase hops over the sweep and goes for a sweep of her own. Coyle hops over this sweep and goes for a backhand chop to Chase’s jaw. Chase ducks and attempts a high knee to Coyle’s jaw. Coyle bobs backwards, avoiding the move. Standoff.
Trey: What an exchange.
Case: We can tell you have never been in the ring Trey.
Trey: We can tell you didn't fare well in one either.
Case eyes Trey as we cut back to the ring. Coyle goes for an eye rake. Chase feels that one. Chase starts punching blindly. Anya boots the blinded Chase in the face. Chase hits the canvas hard. Coyle goes for a pin. Kick out at one. Coyle pulls Chase to her feet by the hair. Leg sweep. This time the sweep connects and Chase goes down again. Another pin. This time Chase kicks out with authority! Coyle flies backwards and lands awkwardly on her knee. Both wrestlers get to their feet slowly and rush towards one another.
Chase catches Coyle with a drop toe hold. Coyle goes down and smacks her face on the canvas. Chase stands to her feet and starts to drop knees on Chase’s jaw. One knee after another, after another. Coyle rolls to the outside of the ring. Chase stands to her feet and lets out a roar to the delight of the fans. Coyle recovers before sliding back into the ring. Chase catches Coyle with a hammerlock. Coyle reverses it into an overhead suplex. Chase hits the canvas and bounces backwards. Coyle closes in but Chase manages a surprise roll up. Chase is in so much pain that she can’t keep the roll up held for more than two and Coyle escapes.
Coyle and Chase are back up. Chase kicks Coyle in the left knee. Coyle goes to a single knee. Chase hits the ropes and comes back with a SHINING WIZARD! Coyle blocks with both hands but still takes most of the force. Chase hits the ropes again and comes back with a running senton but Coyle rolls out of the way and Chase eats the canvas. Coyle locks in an Indian Deathlock. What follows is two minutes of Chase refusing to give up. Coyle keeps it locked in but the look on Chase’s face is one of pain! Chase eventually breaks an arm free and slams it into Coyle’s ribs to force a break.
Trey: Looks painful.
Case: Wanna find out?
Evan-Lee writhes in pain as Anya goes up to the top rope facing away from Evan-Lee. Evan-Lee uses the time to get up as Anya moonsaults off the top rope landing on her feet. Evan-Lee runs and hits Dumbstruck. She covers Anya.
1... 2... 3!
Trey: Evan-Lee advances!
Case: I think the referee needs his eyes checked. Anya won this match!
Anya makes it to her feet as she eyes Evan-Lee. Evan-Lee begins looking around the arena as Anya extends her hand. Evan-Lee shakes Anya's hand before rolling out of the ring and celebrating on the ramp.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:08:05 GMT -5
Hello Doves appears briefly on the screen in pink accompanied by Atara's voice saying the same over the arena PA right before her theme hits the speakers. The crowd goes pops like crazy. Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage as Atara appears from backstage in a full grunge walk to centerstage right before the ramp. Posing for the camera, she blows a kiss before throwing off a silk robe to reveal her attire for the night.
She full on grungewalks to the ringsteps and stops at the top to posture once more for the fans before going to the middle of the apron where she blows yet another kiss to the camera before entering the ring very Stacy Kiebler-ish and awaits the start of the match.
Trey: Atara Themis is known throughout the world. We are very happy to have her here on the roster.
Case: Oh yes we are! Atara is why I don't want to work at home!
The lights go out as "I Believe in Miracles" by The Ramones plays. Madwoman Szalinski walks down the ramp slowly, her eyes never leaving Atara. She slides in the ring as she stands on the turnbuckle. She hops down and looks at Atara.
Trey: The former World Champion here before our eyes.
Case: A wanna be superhero. Isn't this an overplayed gimmick? Ruby from XWF comes to mind.
Trey: But this isn't XWF. This is Trinity Wrestling!
Atara gets up in the face of Madwoman as she makes a kissing motion at the former Trinity World Champion. This causes Madwoman to go... well... mad. Madwoman restrains herself as Atara slaps her. Madwoman hits a few strikes as Atara goes for her own strike Madwoman ducks under and locks in a sleeperhold. Atara reaches behind her and hits a snap mare on Madwoman. Madwoman quickly makes it up to her feet and hits a drop kick rocking Atara into the corner.
Trey: What a start!
Case: These two women are not even relenting.
Atara and Madwoman meet back up in the middle of the ring and exchange blows again. Neither woman letting up. Atara gets the upper hand and hits a german suplex. Atara taunts the fans as Madwoman makes it to her feet. Madwoman clotheslines Atara over the top rope out of instinct. Atara lands on her feet and pulls a leaning Madwoman outside with her.
Trey: They are on the outside.
Case: We can see that.
The two women, still exchanging rights and lefts. This match has basically turned into a fight and the referee has lost ALL control. Atara clotheslines Madwoman over the barricade as the two women begin battling through the crowd. The crowd loving every moment.
Trey: Folks, this is what Trinity is all about.
Case: It most certainly is not!
The two women have found their way back to the ringside area. Madwoman looks to sizing Atara up for the Swan Kick but Atara moves causing Madwoman's leg to hit the post. Madwoman staggers back as Atara sees her chance. She runs and grabs Madwoman into a judo throw position throwing her back first into the steel steps. Madwoman rolls off the steps, a bit of blood where she hit. Atara rolls in the ring and taunts Madwoman who rolls in the ring. The camera pans in on the back of Madwoman's head showing some blood. The two women go back to brawling inside the ring.
Trey: Madwoman is bleeding!
Case: Shut up!
The women keep brawling as the referee finally separates them. As Atara shoots at Madwoman she is met in the forehead with a Swan Kick. She falls to the ground as Madwoman goes for the cover.
1... 2... 3...NO!!!
Atara gets her shoulder up.
Trey: WHOA! That is the first time in Trinity that ANYONE has kicked out of the Swan Kick!
Case: Can't wait for the first time you shut your mouth!
Atara uses the ropes to stand up as does Madwoman. Madwoman goes to the top rope. Atara shakes the cobwebs and jumps up the turnbuckle and hits From a Dove. The blood pours from Atara's head. Atara goes for a Gedo Clutch.
1.. 2.. 3...NO!
Trey: Atara is bleeding here too.
Case: Back to the action and away from Case.
Back in the ring the two women make it to their feet. They begin sluggishly exchanging more rights and lefts as Madwoman catches Atara's arm and locks in a standing guillotine. Atara struggles. The bell rings.
Trey: Did Atara tap out?
Case: Wait for the official announcement maybe?
The referee speaks with Alara Miles.
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by referee stoppage... MADWOMAN SZALINSKI!
Atara gets in the face of the referee and begins throwing a fit as Madwoman slowly walks up the ramp.
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:08:11 GMT -5
We return to ringside as "Cult of Personality" blares over the PA system, with Dream standing in the middle of the ring. He flashes a peace sign towards the hard camera.
Trey: We're back! And Daniel Dream is already in the ring, ready to go.
Case: As much as people want to see this guy climb up the ranks, I think we've all been waiting on his opponent...
Trey: We don't even know who it is! All we know is that it is supposed to be a member of Cancel Culture, and they are here to put us all out of a job!
Case: I just got this gig back, I ain't trying to sell weed again!
Trey: Well, let's hope Daniel Dream wins here tonight and sends them a message that Trinity Wrestling is not-
A loud airhorn pierces the eardrums of everyone in attendance.
Case: JESUS!
Red lights strobe the arena, with the only sound being from the airhorn's intermittent bursts.
Trey: Someone find that thing and break it!a
Case: Shove it up whoever brought it's ass when you're done!
Dream is goading his opponent to come through the curtain. Nobody emerges.
Trey: Well, where are they?
Case: Yeah! Do I need to go back there and find them? Maybe they're taking a piss!
Trey: At least the airhorn's stopped! And the red lights...
The arena's only lighting is the glow of the Tron, with nothing but the silhouette of a person with no visible facial features. A deep scrambled voice speaks through the arena, and the fans are well beyond boos - they are attempting to drown out their words. However, electronic amplification always wins in a battle of volume.
CCI: You seem surprised, Daniel Dream. Did we not say we would send a representative into your tournament?
Dream merely holds the ropes open, motioning for someone to join him.
CCI: We never said they would be competing, did we?
Trey: You have got to be kidding me! Kylie and Cecilia wasted a tournament slot on these god damn morons, excuse my language folks but this has me pissed off!
Case: Oh man, this is rich, I wanna see someone throw a brick through the Tron...
CCI: We aren't here to play by your rules. We're not here for your titles, or control of your company. We are here to see it destroyed. To everyone in attendance, please go back to your homes. Go home, and never come back.
Not a single ass leaves its seat (well, everyone's standing) and Dream attempts to calm the raucous crowd down.
Dream: Why would they? Can't you see they're having a good time?
The crowd roars loudly in support of Daniel Dream, but the monotone monologue continues without skipping a beat.
CCI: To those of you who work here, quit. Find a new job. Find a new trade. Leave this business, like everyone who has ever succeeded within it has. Abandon Trinity Wrestling before you are caught in the demolition blast, and you are taken down along with Trinity HQ. Don't go work for another promotion, because when we are finished here we will be coming for them, too.
The crowd is is ready to riot at any given moment.
CCI: We will be watching.
The lighting abruptly returns to normal, along with the Tron. Dream shakes his head at the direction of the ramp, while the crowd hushes to an extent (but is still unhappy.)
Alara: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a forfeit...Daniel Dream!
Dream boos right along with the crowd.
Trey: Daniel Dream wins, but I can promise you he did not want to win like this!
Case: Who cares? Just win, baby!
Trey: I didn't know you were a Raiders fan!
Case: I got free tickets to their first season in Vegas for using their catchphrase!
Trey: Well, either way, Daniel Dream advances in the tournament...and we still have yet to find out who is behind Cancel Culture! We're not done Sinning yet, more to come! Stay with us!
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:08:41 GMT -5
*The scene shows backstage where Jerika Mason is standing, ready for an interview. *
Mason: Hello everyone, tonight.... Who, who are you?
*"Mad Dog" Mark Wright walks into the shot, looking like a drunk homeless man. Mad Dog has an American flag bandanna tied around his head, his beard is scraggly, and his Willie Nelson shirt is stained. In one hand he holds a Mountain Dew bottle he is using as a spittoon and in the other hand is a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.*
Mad Dog: What up, Jerika Baby?
Mason: Uh, Sir this area is for TWN employees only. I'm going to have to ask you to return to your seat in the arena.
Mad Dog: What are talking about? I'm the Mad Dog baby.
Mason: What? Stop calling me baby. Sir, please....
Mad Dog: ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!
*Mad Dog starts barking at Mason. Mason jumps back, obviously frightened.*
Mason: SECURITY! Security, please remove this man.
*Two security guards appear, and each grabs an arm of Mad Dog.*
Mad Dog: HEY! Get your hands off me. I cleared my warrants up.
*Sunny Jim runs onto the scene, holding a rolled up piece of paper.*
Sunny Jim: Hold on, hold on. Unhand my client. I hold in my hand right here "Mad Dog" Mark Wright's contract. I can assure you that he is indeed an employee of Trinity Wrestling.
Mason: This guy? This guy works for the Trinity Wrestling?
*Sunny Jim shows the contract to Jerika Mason and the security guards. The guards release Mad Dog. Mad Dog mean mugs the guards, and spits into his Mountain Dew bottle.*
Mason: So, who are you?
Sunny Jim: I am the legal, contractual, motivational, inspirational, counselor, representative, coach, advisory, trainer, tutor, and confidant for "Mad Dog" Mark Wright. We have come to Trinity Wrestling to show the world that Mark Wright is the toughest man in the sport of professional wrestling today, and maybe even the toughest man walking the face of the planet.
Mad Dog: Yeah baby, and I'm here to get dat paper. Old Mad Dog's gotta feed them kids and dat baby momma. She a big girl, them kids always hungry, we got a big grocery list.
Sunny Jim: We will indeed get "that paper" (using air quotes). We are also going to get wins and get gold. Mark Wright is a third-generation wrestler and the BEST so far. So, everyone in Trinity Wrestling better get ready because the Mad Dog is about to be let off his chain.
Mad Dog: That's right Sunny baby. This Mad Dog is ready to bite, and hey baby, just next week we'll see if the Tee Dubya run with big, mad dog, or if they need to stay on the porch. Until then, I'm gonna go finish this case of PBer and watch the rest of the show.
*Mad Dog and Sunny Jim leave the interview area, and Jones still looks shocked at the signing of Mad Dog Mark Wright. We fade out.*
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Post by TWN on Jun 23, 2020 13:08:49 GMT -5
Trey: What an incredible night of tournament action!
Case: And it's not over yet, folks. It's main event time!
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. The lights return to normal.
Trey: No theatrics. No nonsense. No remorse.
Case: Just the way I like it.
"Zombie (Lost Sky Remix)" by The Cranberries starts up and Sara Pettis makes her way out onto the stage. She excitedly moves from side to side of the ramp to slap hands with lots of fans. Once she reaches the ring, she stops and looks right in at Lacklan. Pettis smiles and slides into the ring, getting right up in Lacklan's face.
Trey: Lacklan is talking all kinds of trash and Pettis is just… smiling?
Case: It takes a lot of balls to stand up to The Blood Princess like that.
Trey: I don't think either of them have… nevermind…
The referee separates them.
Alara Miles: It is now time for your MAIN EVENT! The winner of this match moves on to the next round of the Trinity Wrestling World Championship Tournament!
The fans cheer.
Alara Miles: In the corner to my right… fighting out of Hollywood Hills, California… she is the Blood Princess… SARAH LACKLAN!
The fans boo.
Alara Miles: In the corner to my left… fighting out of Ozone Park, New York… she is the Child of Fate… SARA PETTIS!
The fans cheer.
Case: Sheep! They're all sheep!
Trey: Their instincts are pretty spot on here. Last week after their tag team victory, Lacklan tried to break Pettis' wrist.
Case: The future champ did what she had to do!
The opening bell sounds as both competitors waste no time in meeting in the middle, furiously trading strikes. Pettis gets the upper hand and backs Lacklan up into the corner. She delivers a few strikes to the midsection before the referee urges her to back out of the corner. As the referee tries to get between them, Lacklan connects with an open hand palm strike that rocks Pettis back a few steps. Lacklan shoots out and takes Pettis down to the mat, then mounts and stars laying in elbow strikes. Pettis throws her hands up to block, and her recently injured wrist takes a pretty gnarly blow. The referee warns Lacklan, who reluctantly backs up. She goes to pick Pettis up and gets a small package instead.
1…
2…
NO!
Trey: Imagine if it’d been over that quick!
Case: The reality is Lacklan can’t be kept down that easily!
Both Sara(h)s are up and Pettis ducks a clothesline, then springboards off the nearest ropes, turns in the air and takes Lacklan down with an impressive crossbody. As she goes for a cover, Lacklan rolls onto the apron. Lacklan uses the ropes to pull herself up as Pettis approaches. When Pettis gets near enough, Lacklan catches her off guard with a shoulder to the stomach. She then pulls Pettis over so that she’s resting on the middle rope and connects with a running knee strike. Pettis falls back into the ring and crawls toward the corner, putting herself in a seated position. Lacklan enters the ring and goes to the corner, laying in a few kicks to Pettis before backing up to bask in the disapproval from the fans. She then drags Pettis up and snapmares her in the center of the ring.
Trey: This doesn’t look good for Ms. Pettis!
Lacklan kicks Pettis on the back and then hits hard with a penalty kick. She follows up by pinning, and hooking the leg.
1…
2…
3-NO!
Trey: That was too close.
Case: Not close enough!
Lacklan is up and arguing with the referee as Pettis pushes herself to her feet. When Lacklan turns around, she is caught with a spinning heel kick from Pettis, who then kips up and the fans go wild. Lacklan is up and runs at Pettis, who tricks her into running toward the corner. Pettis runs up the ropes in the corner and backflips over Lacklan, who charges shoulder first into the turnbuckle pad. When she turns around, she is met with a sawed-off shotgun dropkick from Pettis. Lacklan sits up in the corner and Pettis wastes no time in hitting a running crossbody to Lacklan. Lacklan remains in the ring, in pain… while Pettis slides out of the ring from the impact and she slaps hands with the fans.
LET’S GO SARA! --- SARAH SUCKS! --- LET’S GO SARA! --- SARAH SUCKS! --- LET’S GO SARA! --- SARAH SUCKS! --- LET’S GO SARA! --- SARAH SUCKS! --- LET’S GO SARA! --- SARAH SUCKS!
While the fans are going bonkers, Pettis climbs up to the apron and waits as Lacklan gets to her feet. Pettis springboards off the ropes and perfectly lands a hurricanrana with a pin!
Trey: SARACANRANA!
1…
2…
3-NNNNOOOOOO!!!!
Case: GET UP, SARAH!
Trey: Which one?
Case: With an ‘h’! The only way it should be spelled!
Pettis is up and feeding off of the love from the crowd as she pulls Lacklan up, who twists her arm and brings it up to her shoulder, then slams the elbow the wrong way across her shoulder in an attempt to hyperextend it.
Case: ARM BREAKERRRRRR!
The fans boo as Pettis falls to the mat in pain, while Lacklan focuses on the injured arm of Pettis. She grabs Pettis’ injured arm and drops down with cross armbar!
PLEASE DON’T TAP! --- PLEASE DON’T TAP! --- PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Pettis writhes in pain and reaches out for the rope, which at this point feels like a million miles away. It isn’t long before Pettis furiously slams her free hand on the mat.
Case: She did it!
The bell sounds and Sarah Lacklan is declared victorious.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2020 20:54:58 GMT -5
Trey: Sarah Lacklan defeats Sara Pettis! And the arm continues to be a problem for Pettis!
Case: Well, maybe she should have not entered the tournament if she knew she was hurt, Trey! Sarah Lacklan clearly knows what she's doing! I think she might even go all the way and win the World title! I bet you'd be really butthurt then, huh?
Trey: Jesus Christ, you asshole, Lacklan attacked Pettis last week and hurt that arm even worse!
Case:That only proves my point further! Don't get salty with me, I can make your arm look like Sara Pettis's does too!
Lacklan stands tall in the ring and taunts Pettis as she leans against the barricade outside of the ring, with her one arm hanging as it were near lifeless. The crowd boos, Trey and Case continue arguing, and the copyright logos to signal the show's ending appear in the bottom corners.
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