Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 10, 2013 22:55:56 GMT -6
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled to be a surprise match as stipulated by Owner Jesse Styles. The winner of the match will move on in the TerrorDome Tournament.
"The sun is shining... and everything's dying... your star is burned out for good... somewhere in Hollywood."
The heavy instrumental of Sixx:A.M.'s "Deadlihood" plays loudly within the arena as Maxwell Soloke makes his way onto the stage with a smirk. As soon as the lyrics start, he raises his arms up high and wide as if giving praise to the crowd as purple flaires go off in-front of him.
Tom Davis: from Bexley, Ohio. Weighing in at two-hundred, sixteen pounds. The Perfect Disaster, MAX-WELL SO-LOKE!!"
He drops his arms to his sides and rushes to the ring. He jumps up and slides into it on his back before kipping up and getting on the top turnbuckle, hyping up all of his fans by signing the letters in ASL as they chanted.
"P.D.M.S! P.D.M.S! P.D.M.S!!"
He smiles and hops off, awaiting/watching his opponent.
TomDavis: And his opponent
Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the ramp with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump.
Tom Davis: Patrick JOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEESSSSSS
Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.
Vince Walters: There’s a big rack in the middle of the ring shrouded in a cloth. What sort of match do you suppose this is?
Jill Matthews: Hard to say what the owner has up his sleeve for these two.
Tom Davis: Now to reveal the match. Per our owner Jesse Styles. The following match will be an Evening Gown Match.
Patrick Jones face goes straight with fury building in his eyes as Tom Davis pulls the shroud off the rack to reveal a rack of gowns.
Tom Davis: Gentlemen, we will give you five minutes to make your way backstage and get changed for the match, and then we shall begin.
Patrick snatches the mic from Tom’s hands and looks at the rack, then at the stage, to Tom and back to the rack.
Patrick: If you think there is any chance in hell I’m putting a dress on and wrestling you are out of your damn mind.
Hurt by Johnny Cash plays, and Jesse Styles steps to the stage in his Jeans and T-Shirt.
Jesse: Patrick, you don’t have to perform in this evening gown match. It’s alright.
Patrick Jones: Thank you, this is utt…
Jesse: But if you fail to compete you forfeit the match and are denied your shot at TerrorDome.
The rage in Patrick’s face erupts as he’s kicking the ropes and flailing his arms in disgust at Jesse. Finally he exits the ring, and goes backstage to climb into his dress. No more than two minutes after he went back there, Max was running back to the ring in a Pink dress with black lacy frills around the bust line. He dove into the ring and was standing at the ready.
Vince: Wow Jill that was quick, he must be eager to get into that dress.
Jill: I think he was just eager to get in the match. This is a big opportunity for the new guy and he wants to prove that he’ll do what it takes to get to the top.
Patrick Jones sulks to the ring with a look of rage on his face. He climbs in wearing a green satin gown.
The Bell Rings DING DING DING
Vince: Well Patrick starts off with a test of strength, and Max obliges. They lock hands, and Patrick quickly gains the advantage, twisting the hand down before locking in an arm wrench. He twists the arm again as Max is flailing at his shoulder desperately trying to keep the blood flowing. Finally Patrick releases only to hit Max with a quick forearm shiver as he turns around.
Jill: Patrick is really maintaining a steady pace here, keep on hitting Max. That could be the key to a Patrick Jones victory.
Vince: Neither man seems to be limited by the dresses thus far, however we’ve only just begun.
Jill: Patrick seems to be taunting for Max to get up, and as he does, Patrick hits a short arm clothesline sending Max back to the mat. Patrick lifts his foot to stomp on the arm of Max, but Max rolls out of the way leaving Patrick to drop the full weight of his left leg down on the mat. He tries to shake it off but Max shoulder tackles right behind the knee that just came crashing down.
Vince: Patrick is in pain. Taking out that knee could remove some of his power game against a smaller Max Soloke.
Jill: He employs many variations of the suplex in his repertoire, but with that knee hurting he may be limited.
Vince: Soloke grabs on to Patrick’s head and starts to pull him to his feet. He locks up with Patrick, but Patrick manages to snap a suplex quickly. Both men lie on the mat writhing in pain. Patrick manages to his feet first, and hits a standing dropkick to the chest of Soloke. He stumbles back up, and hits the drop kick on a staggering Soloke again.
Jill: Soloke seems to be wavering a bit here.
Vince: He’s not standing on his feet too well right now Jill, I only see a matter of time before this match is over. Patrick stands up, ready to hit the Zoned Out. Soloke gets to his feet, and Patrick winds up. He places the weight on his back knee and it gives out. Soloke see’s what’s going on and tries to take advantage. He grabs Patrick’s leg and tries to do a half Boston crab, but Patrick manages to muscle out. He scrambles to his feet, and hits Soloke with a Quick Zoned out. Patrick falls to the mat writhing in pain, but manages to pull himself over to Soloke, grab onto his gown, and tear it off of him, revealing wrestling trunks beneath.
Tom Davis: And your winner, PATTTTTTRRRRRIIIIICCCCCKKKKKK JONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS
Patrick works his way up to his feet, gets his hand raised, and limps backstage.
"The sun is shining... and everything's dying... your star is burned out for good... somewhere in Hollywood."
The heavy instrumental of Sixx:A.M.'s "Deadlihood" plays loudly within the arena as Maxwell Soloke makes his way onto the stage with a smirk. As soon as the lyrics start, he raises his arms up high and wide as if giving praise to the crowd as purple flaires go off in-front of him.
Tom Davis: from Bexley, Ohio. Weighing in at two-hundred, sixteen pounds. The Perfect Disaster, MAX-WELL SO-LOKE!!"
He drops his arms to his sides and rushes to the ring. He jumps up and slides into it on his back before kipping up and getting on the top turnbuckle, hyping up all of his fans by signing the letters in ASL as they chanted.
"P.D.M.S! P.D.M.S! P.D.M.S!!"
He smiles and hops off, awaiting/watching his opponent.
TomDavis: And his opponent
Wanted Man” by Rev Theory fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the ramp with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump.
Tom Davis: Patrick JOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEESSSSSS
Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.
Vince Walters: There’s a big rack in the middle of the ring shrouded in a cloth. What sort of match do you suppose this is?
Jill Matthews: Hard to say what the owner has up his sleeve for these two.
Tom Davis: Now to reveal the match. Per our owner Jesse Styles. The following match will be an Evening Gown Match.
Patrick Jones face goes straight with fury building in his eyes as Tom Davis pulls the shroud off the rack to reveal a rack of gowns.
Tom Davis: Gentlemen, we will give you five minutes to make your way backstage and get changed for the match, and then we shall begin.
Patrick snatches the mic from Tom’s hands and looks at the rack, then at the stage, to Tom and back to the rack.
Patrick: If you think there is any chance in hell I’m putting a dress on and wrestling you are out of your damn mind.
Hurt by Johnny Cash plays, and Jesse Styles steps to the stage in his Jeans and T-Shirt.
Jesse: Patrick, you don’t have to perform in this evening gown match. It’s alright.
Patrick Jones: Thank you, this is utt…
Jesse: But if you fail to compete you forfeit the match and are denied your shot at TerrorDome.
The rage in Patrick’s face erupts as he’s kicking the ropes and flailing his arms in disgust at Jesse. Finally he exits the ring, and goes backstage to climb into his dress. No more than two minutes after he went back there, Max was running back to the ring in a Pink dress with black lacy frills around the bust line. He dove into the ring and was standing at the ready.
Vince: Wow Jill that was quick, he must be eager to get into that dress.
Jill: I think he was just eager to get in the match. This is a big opportunity for the new guy and he wants to prove that he’ll do what it takes to get to the top.
Patrick Jones sulks to the ring with a look of rage on his face. He climbs in wearing a green satin gown.
The Bell Rings DING DING DING
Vince: Well Patrick starts off with a test of strength, and Max obliges. They lock hands, and Patrick quickly gains the advantage, twisting the hand down before locking in an arm wrench. He twists the arm again as Max is flailing at his shoulder desperately trying to keep the blood flowing. Finally Patrick releases only to hit Max with a quick forearm shiver as he turns around.
Jill: Patrick is really maintaining a steady pace here, keep on hitting Max. That could be the key to a Patrick Jones victory.
Vince: Neither man seems to be limited by the dresses thus far, however we’ve only just begun.
Jill: Patrick seems to be taunting for Max to get up, and as he does, Patrick hits a short arm clothesline sending Max back to the mat. Patrick lifts his foot to stomp on the arm of Max, but Max rolls out of the way leaving Patrick to drop the full weight of his left leg down on the mat. He tries to shake it off but Max shoulder tackles right behind the knee that just came crashing down.
Vince: Patrick is in pain. Taking out that knee could remove some of his power game against a smaller Max Soloke.
Jill: He employs many variations of the suplex in his repertoire, but with that knee hurting he may be limited.
Vince: Soloke grabs on to Patrick’s head and starts to pull him to his feet. He locks up with Patrick, but Patrick manages to snap a suplex quickly. Both men lie on the mat writhing in pain. Patrick manages to his feet first, and hits a standing dropkick to the chest of Soloke. He stumbles back up, and hits the drop kick on a staggering Soloke again.
Jill: Soloke seems to be wavering a bit here.
Vince: He’s not standing on his feet too well right now Jill, I only see a matter of time before this match is over. Patrick stands up, ready to hit the Zoned Out. Soloke gets to his feet, and Patrick winds up. He places the weight on his back knee and it gives out. Soloke see’s what’s going on and tries to take advantage. He grabs Patrick’s leg and tries to do a half Boston crab, but Patrick manages to muscle out. He scrambles to his feet, and hits Soloke with a Quick Zoned out. Patrick falls to the mat writhing in pain, but manages to pull himself over to Soloke, grab onto his gown, and tear it off of him, revealing wrestling trunks beneath.
Tom Davis: And your winner, PATTTTTTRRRRRIIIIICCCCCKKKKKK JONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS
Patrick works his way up to his feet, gets his hand raised, and limps backstage.