Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 16, 2018 4:01:08 GMT
Tru Grit Division Match
Andre Aquarius vs Shadowlove
Writer: Andre Aquarius
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stands in unison and waiting in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" fashion wrestling trend in the New Blood Wrestling season.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, First Couple of Professional Wrestling. Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and
personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by
Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
They stop for a second, taking in the aura throughout the arena, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.
She leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view and make their way to the squared-circle.
He slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is so proudly being in New Blood Wrestling.
And his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
He stands in the middle of the squared-circle and spreads his arms straight out from his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus Wept!
The audience throughout the arena continue going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. NBW.
She exudes fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around him to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the audience throughout the arena.
The audience throughout the arena keep going wild and keep clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. NBW’s better half, Miss New Blood Wrestling.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
She takes her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the only exception of a very sharp and penetratingly affectionate and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips as she starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
He raises his head with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair in slow motion and shows off his chiseled fighter's face and stares out at the magnificent crowd throughout the arena with an ice cold stare which radiants from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him.
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "I believed that I need no introduction, I’m The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. NBW, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name” shit-eating grin as he strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence in a very highly provocative fashion.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation behind her outside the
squared-circle.
Abbi: Introducing first, from-
The announcer is cut off as New Freezer hits the PA and Andre Aquarius steps onto the stage and is met by a rain of boos from the predominantly caucasian crowd.
Andre: Cut that shit!
The boos continue as the song stops. Andre extends his free hand out to the crowd who offers one last jeer before Aquarius speaks.
Andre: ShadyBoi, my dude. Do you really need Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen out here too?
Kyodai and Shatei look unamused at the comment as Andre stands his ground on the stage.
Andre: Come on, Shade. Do the right thing and send them two to ringside.
Shadowlove smirks as Aquarius takes a couple steps forward.
Andre: I mean, if you want to leave them there, that’s your call I guess, but you know Imma make you look like a lil’ bitch when you got three in your corner and you still end up pickin’ ya teeth up off the canvas.
Shadowlove’s face forms a sort of snarl before he waves for Kyodai and Shatei to leave the ringside area. Miyamoto backs up a bit, pleading with Shadowlove to reconsider as Andre sprints down to the ring. Before he can enter, Miyamoto steps in front of him, trying to bar Aquarius from entry. As her hands extend outward, Andre pulls her body towards her own and dips her back as if to plant a kiss on the fashionista. Shadowlove storms forward, leaning over the ropes and shouting at Andre who breaks his short-lived gaze into Miyamoto’s eyes long enough to bathe in Shadow’s reaction.
Remi: That’s mind games 101.
Andre pulls Miyamoto back up, causing her to push away in disgust immediately. Andre climbs onto the apron and goes to step through the ropes, but is bum rushed by Shadowlove who immediately starts wailing on Prince Lightskin before he can even get his footing.
Charlie: That’s one way to counter tactics like those.
Shadowlove yanks Andre through the ropes so that his feet are dangling on top of the middle one. Shadow’s eyes look ready to pop out of their sockets as the ref pleads with The Handsome Half-Breed.
Conway: This could spell disaster for Andre Aquarius!
Aquarius manages to wiggle free and flop forward into the ring. Shadowlove maintains the hold, but the ref is quick to force a break up and send both men to corners of the ring. Aquarius grabs at his neck as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
As soon as the bell rings, Shadowlove pounces forward once more and lays into Aquarius with a storm of knees and forearms.
Remi: Absolutely no letting up from Shadow!
The ref steps in once more, trying to get the two out of the corner. Shadow backs up with his hands held in front of him, but dashes forward once more.
Charlie: Drop toe hold from Mister Kunta.
Conway: Sloppy, but effective enough I suppose.
Shadow eats just enough turnbuckle to be kept at bay, grabbing at his jaw as he leans up. Andre stumbles to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet as Shadow turns around with his eyes focused in on the opponent.
Remi: Running knee coming from Shadow!
Andre jumps forward to meet Shadow, wrapping The Handsome Half-Breed up just enough to pull him down into a small package.
1!
Charlie: Not enough there, but important counter.
Conway: The problem for Andre is that while Shadow remains aggressive, Andre just isn’t producing any real offense of his own.
Both men turn around and push to their feet, but Shadowlove is just a step quicker and grabs hold of Andre.
Remi: Gutwrench suplex from Shadowlove!
Andre flies across the ring as Shadowlove rotates over onto a single knee, taking a moment to appreciate his momentum before moving in and pulling Andre right back up.
Charlie: Belly to belly from The Handsome Half-Breed!
1!
2!
Conway: Almost had him with that one, but Andre toughing it out.
Shadow yanks AA back up once more with enough force to nearly launch him across the ring, but maintains the hold on his forearm.
Remi: Quick forearm from Shadowlove.
Charlie: Going for another, but Andre firing back with one of his own.
Shadow takes it well and fires back with another stiff shot before whipping Andre toward the corner.
Conway: Looking to spear Aquarius in half here!
Andre pushes up off the top turnbuckle, creating just enough space to send Shadowlove crashing into the middle of the post. The Handsome Half-Breed pushes off and is forced to take a quick breather on his knees as Andre collects himself on the middle turnbuckle.
Remi: Not the best time to rest up here if you’re Shadowlove, Aquarius mounting perhaps his first real offense in the match.
Charlie: #DankInfusion connects from up high!
Conway: Aquarius scrambling for the pinfall!
1!
2!
3
Remi: SHADOW LIVES!
Charlie: Aquarius driving Shadowlove into the mat with that nasty knee drop to the back of the head, but Shadow just barely getting the shoulder up!
Conway: This definitely looks like an even playing field now, but I think Andre is in a state of shock after that one failed him.
Andre pulls himself back to the corner, shaking his head and flicking the sweat off his dreads as he sizes up the downed Shadowlove.
Remi: Andre just not getting things flipped in his favor, but I think he’s wanting the kill here.
Andre crouches a bit, continuing to fling his dreads back and forth as he rubs his right elbow in anticipation. Shadowlove begins to push to his feet, but before he can get there, Miyamoto leaps to the apron to argue with Prince Lightskin.
Charlie: There’s the Miyamoto factor coming in to play, trying to bail out The Handsome Half-Breed.
Conway: This isn’t their first rodeo you know.
Andre’s grin spreads as he slowly walks over toward the apron where Miyamoto screams at him in her native tongue before pulling all the moisture in her mouth toward her lips.
Remi: She just spit in Andre’s face!
Charlie: I...don’t think that’s legal.
The ref goes to eject Miyamoto, but Andre holds a hand up to cut him off. He takes another step forward and shrugs before leaping into the air.
Conway: #RodneysRevenge coming from Andre, but Miyamoto drops off the apron just in time!
Andre gets in a quick laugh before Shadowlove is behind him to yank Aquarius down.
Remi: Roll up from Shadowlove!
1!
2!
Charlie: Another kickout, Aquarius keeping this one going!
Both roll through, but Andre is up first and runs off the ropes.
Conway: Miyamoto back up on the apron.
Miyamoto goes to argue with the incoming Andre once more, but he pays her no mind as his back collides with her and sends her tumbling off to the outside.
Remi: It’s just Shadow and Andre now!
Charlie: #RodneysRevenge! He hits it!
Conway: Will this be enough?
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Andre’s music begins to play, but cuts short as he looks over to see Kyodai and Shatei stepping over the barricade after him. Aquarius retreats quickly up the ramp, grinning to himself as the boos come flooding in once more. Kyodai pulls Shadow up in the ring ad Shatei helps Miyamoto back up on the outside.
Remi: He’s stolen another one here tonight!
Shadow and his crew look on in anger as we fade away.
Andre Aquarius vs Shadowlove
Writer: Andre Aquarius
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stands in unison and waiting in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" fashion wrestling trend in the New Blood Wrestling season.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, First Couple of Professional Wrestling. Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and
personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by
Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
They stop for a second, taking in the aura throughout the arena, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.
She leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view and make their way to the squared-circle.
He slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is so proudly being in New Blood Wrestling.
And his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
He stands in the middle of the squared-circle and spreads his arms straight out from his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus Wept!
The audience throughout the arena continue going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. NBW.
She exudes fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around him to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the audience throughout the arena.
The audience throughout the arena keep going wild and keep clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. NBW’s better half, Miss New Blood Wrestling.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
She takes her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the only exception of a very sharp and penetratingly affectionate and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips as she starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
He raises his head with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair in slow motion and shows off his chiseled fighter's face and stares out at the magnificent crowd throughout the arena with an ice cold stare which radiants from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him.
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "I believed that I need no introduction, I’m The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. NBW, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name” shit-eating grin as he strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence in a very highly provocative fashion.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation behind her outside the
squared-circle.
Abbi: Introducing first, from-
The announcer is cut off as New Freezer hits the PA and Andre Aquarius steps onto the stage and is met by a rain of boos from the predominantly caucasian crowd.
Andre: Cut that shit!
The boos continue as the song stops. Andre extends his free hand out to the crowd who offers one last jeer before Aquarius speaks.
Andre: ShadyBoi, my dude. Do you really need Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen out here too?
Kyodai and Shatei look unamused at the comment as Andre stands his ground on the stage.
Andre: Come on, Shade. Do the right thing and send them two to ringside.
Shadowlove smirks as Aquarius takes a couple steps forward.
Andre: I mean, if you want to leave them there, that’s your call I guess, but you know Imma make you look like a lil’ bitch when you got three in your corner and you still end up pickin’ ya teeth up off the canvas.
Shadowlove’s face forms a sort of snarl before he waves for Kyodai and Shatei to leave the ringside area. Miyamoto backs up a bit, pleading with Shadowlove to reconsider as Andre sprints down to the ring. Before he can enter, Miyamoto steps in front of him, trying to bar Aquarius from entry. As her hands extend outward, Andre pulls her body towards her own and dips her back as if to plant a kiss on the fashionista. Shadowlove storms forward, leaning over the ropes and shouting at Andre who breaks his short-lived gaze into Miyamoto’s eyes long enough to bathe in Shadow’s reaction.
Remi: That’s mind games 101.
Andre pulls Miyamoto back up, causing her to push away in disgust immediately. Andre climbs onto the apron and goes to step through the ropes, but is bum rushed by Shadowlove who immediately starts wailing on Prince Lightskin before he can even get his footing.
Charlie: That’s one way to counter tactics like those.
Shadowlove yanks Andre through the ropes so that his feet are dangling on top of the middle one. Shadow’s eyes look ready to pop out of their sockets as the ref pleads with The Handsome Half-Breed.
Conway: This could spell disaster for Andre Aquarius!
Aquarius manages to wiggle free and flop forward into the ring. Shadowlove maintains the hold, but the ref is quick to force a break up and send both men to corners of the ring. Aquarius grabs at his neck as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
As soon as the bell rings, Shadowlove pounces forward once more and lays into Aquarius with a storm of knees and forearms.
Remi: Absolutely no letting up from Shadow!
The ref steps in once more, trying to get the two out of the corner. Shadow backs up with his hands held in front of him, but dashes forward once more.
Charlie: Drop toe hold from Mister Kunta.
Conway: Sloppy, but effective enough I suppose.
Shadow eats just enough turnbuckle to be kept at bay, grabbing at his jaw as he leans up. Andre stumbles to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet as Shadow turns around with his eyes focused in on the opponent.
Remi: Running knee coming from Shadow!
Andre jumps forward to meet Shadow, wrapping The Handsome Half-Breed up just enough to pull him down into a small package.
1!
Charlie: Not enough there, but important counter.
Conway: The problem for Andre is that while Shadow remains aggressive, Andre just isn’t producing any real offense of his own.
Both men turn around and push to their feet, but Shadowlove is just a step quicker and grabs hold of Andre.
Remi: Gutwrench suplex from Shadowlove!
Andre flies across the ring as Shadowlove rotates over onto a single knee, taking a moment to appreciate his momentum before moving in and pulling Andre right back up.
Charlie: Belly to belly from The Handsome Half-Breed!
1!
2!
Conway: Almost had him with that one, but Andre toughing it out.
Shadow yanks AA back up once more with enough force to nearly launch him across the ring, but maintains the hold on his forearm.
Remi: Quick forearm from Shadowlove.
Charlie: Going for another, but Andre firing back with one of his own.
Shadow takes it well and fires back with another stiff shot before whipping Andre toward the corner.
Conway: Looking to spear Aquarius in half here!
Andre pushes up off the top turnbuckle, creating just enough space to send Shadowlove crashing into the middle of the post. The Handsome Half-Breed pushes off and is forced to take a quick breather on his knees as Andre collects himself on the middle turnbuckle.
Remi: Not the best time to rest up here if you’re Shadowlove, Aquarius mounting perhaps his first real offense in the match.
Charlie: #DankInfusion connects from up high!
Conway: Aquarius scrambling for the pinfall!
1!
2!
3
Remi: SHADOW LIVES!
Charlie: Aquarius driving Shadowlove into the mat with that nasty knee drop to the back of the head, but Shadow just barely getting the shoulder up!
Conway: This definitely looks like an even playing field now, but I think Andre is in a state of shock after that one failed him.
Andre pulls himself back to the corner, shaking his head and flicking the sweat off his dreads as he sizes up the downed Shadowlove.
Remi: Andre just not getting things flipped in his favor, but I think he’s wanting the kill here.
Andre crouches a bit, continuing to fling his dreads back and forth as he rubs his right elbow in anticipation. Shadowlove begins to push to his feet, but before he can get there, Miyamoto leaps to the apron to argue with Prince Lightskin.
Charlie: There’s the Miyamoto factor coming in to play, trying to bail out The Handsome Half-Breed.
Conway: This isn’t their first rodeo you know.
Andre’s grin spreads as he slowly walks over toward the apron where Miyamoto screams at him in her native tongue before pulling all the moisture in her mouth toward her lips.
Remi: She just spit in Andre’s face!
Charlie: I...don’t think that’s legal.
The ref goes to eject Miyamoto, but Andre holds a hand up to cut him off. He takes another step forward and shrugs before leaping into the air.
Conway: #RodneysRevenge coming from Andre, but Miyamoto drops off the apron just in time!
Andre gets in a quick laugh before Shadowlove is behind him to yank Aquarius down.
Remi: Roll up from Shadowlove!
1!
2!
Charlie: Another kickout, Aquarius keeping this one going!
Both roll through, but Andre is up first and runs off the ropes.
Conway: Miyamoto back up on the apron.
Miyamoto goes to argue with the incoming Andre once more, but he pays her no mind as his back collides with her and sends her tumbling off to the outside.
Remi: It’s just Shadow and Andre now!
Charlie: #RodneysRevenge! He hits it!
Conway: Will this be enough?
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Andre’s music begins to play, but cuts short as he looks over to see Kyodai and Shatei stepping over the barricade after him. Aquarius retreats quickly up the ramp, grinning to himself as the boos come flooding in once more. Kyodai pulls Shadow up in the ring ad Shatei helps Miyamoto back up on the outside.
Remi: He’s stolen another one here tonight!
Shadow and his crew look on in anger as we fade away.