TV Title Match

[Scott Walker]

enters. might edit

[Liam]

Earlier in the night, this promo is broadcast.

" Welcome back to the Championship Carnival Folks, for those just joining, you have missed a great night. For those still tuned in, don't move cause the nights only going to get wilder than a herd of stampeding buffalo. "

" Scott has already made his way to the ring where he eagerly awaits his chance of glory for the Television title. "

" It was no easy feat to get this far, fighting elimination rounds, now it all boils down to this. A triple threat match. Will Evangeline defend her title, or will it change hands ... stay tuned, its going to be one hell of a humdinger. "[/i][/color]

Sanctuary by Darling Violetta begins to play around the packed out stadium as the lights flicker before the stadium goes completely void of light accept for the flash of Eagle Vision fans cameras. Stepping through the curtain to the main stage, Solstice is enveloped in an indigo night shade of blue which reflects off the material of his clothes. Wearing his new black and silver attire including a mask, the Swede puts his hands on his hips while looking around taking in the atmosphere of the Massive arena. Shaking his arms as the camera changes focus to the monster-tron, which in time with the music shows the highs and lows of his career. Changing to a wide view, the camera zooms out showing an almost over head view of the entrance stage and the ramp.

Cracking his neck left to right while jogging on the spot, Seth punches at the air in front of him while confidently walking towards the ring. On the way a mixed reaction from the audience is barely audible over the Luchadores theme music. Stopping randomly to high five, or take an opportunity to have a photo with a fan near the security barrier, Solstice after his impromptu meet and greet, cheerfully continues on his way to destiny. Jogging around the ring, Tyson showing off his agility, much to the demise of the personal trying to keep things in order, jumps onto the barrier raising his arms in a defiant gesture. Instead of heading to where he is supposed to, Seth dives into the audience mingling with everyone he possibly can.

" Ladies and Gentleman. Somewhere in that mass of people is a man known as Solstice. He weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighty five pounds, his height is five feet and six inches. all the way from Sweden, he will hopefully enter the ring ... eventually . "

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Trying to regain order and control, the hired security staff wade through the masses of people finally finding Solstice seated and enjoying a females company while sharing her pop corn. If not for the mask, you would of seen a sheepish almost embarrassed look on the high flying, hell raising, pop corn chewing European. With a firm hand on the cruiser-weights shoulder the staff escort the wrestler back to the ring where he is suppose to be. Stepping back, Seth slides under the rope with ease before strutting to each corner ignoring Scott while shaping himself to look like a cross. On the last turn buckle, Tyson flips backwards landing near the center, then turns to face the entrance stage as his music ends. With the indigo night colored lights fading and changing back to the familiar white hue.

" I can't wait for the champion to get to the ring so we can kick things off. After all the hype and what if scenarios, it all boils down to this. "

" It's a shame those two wear masks, they leave nothing but their sexy bodies to perv on. I like to see their expressions ... "[/center][/i][/color]

Tbc.

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enters. WILL EDIT i…. have been super busy sorry

[Liam]

" And here we go, the Angelic Television title has entered, as soon as the match official checks for any thing untoward, it will be all or nothing. "

" As pretty as she is Jimmy, she's still only a girl. I hope either of their masks come off, then we shall see sexy. "

" Oh my gawd Ray, we have not even started and you are trying to disturb everyone. Just call the match for once would you ... "[/center][/i][/color]
With a signal from the match officials hand, the man outside the ring officially starts the triple threat with the chime of his bell. No one eager to go first, but everything to prove; or to loose for that matter, the three superstars begin to circle looking for their moment. Strangely enough each with the same frame of thought lock up in a three way collar and elbow grapple, and each having about the same strength, no immediate advantage can be taken. Bizarre as it seems this early in the match, both Eva and Scott team up, drive a solid boot to Solstice's ribs then with a snap of the hips performs a picture perfect suplex throwing the Swede across the ring. As he lands with a solid thud, Evangeline and Walker soon put aside their co-operation and a flurry of left and right punches ensue before The Brooklyn Brawler gets in a cheap shot by a slap to the face of the American Luchadore. Distracted by the sudden bitch slap to a reddening cheek of the Hartford high flyer gives Evan the opportunity needed. Twisting an arm around the neck, grasping for the wrist, the Champion jumps backwards slamming down her prey in a sweet face-buster style move. As quick as a Ethiopian in a free buffet, Chastity drives a vicious elbow to the middle of the shoulder blades causing Scotty to scream a muttered insult. Seth meanwhile is back to his feet watching the commotion from a safe distance while laughing to himself. With the instinct of a champion, Eva rolls to the closest side of the ring and looks for the third opponent. As she uses the ropes to get to a knee, Solstice winks at her through the mask. Raising both fists, the Angelic One challenges the European cruiser weight. Shrugging his shoulders, Tyson stretches his neck before moving towards the challenger. After a brief moment of hesitation from both, they soon lock up in yet another collar and elbow grapple, but before either can make the first move the American Aerialist springboards off the second rope taking both out with an impressive cross-body sending Eva and Seth both to the canvas in a heap. Following up from the take-down, Walker jumps, somersaults off the westerly rope and drops a body splash to both superstars before they can move.

" That canvas isn't made of spare ribs, it can't taste good. Both the champion and Solstice made to eat the blue mat. "

" Just shows, Scotty likes to be on top ... I like a man who takes initiative. "

" Oh come on Ray ... just call the match as you see it. "[/center][/i][/color]
Having revenge in mind, the middle-weight from Hartford roughly picks up the English beauty and Irish whips her to the rope. Stepping to the side to line her up, The Prince of Parody catches Evangeline with a head high spinning heel kick followed up by a leg drop to the chest. Solstice kneels in a three point stance, waits for Scott to get back to his feet then launches forward, grabs both wrists from behind and jumps backwards lifting his legs. The momentum spins them both around as Tyson drives both knees into the lower spine causing both of them to land in a twisted heap bruised and exhausted. Eva with her hands on her upper chest watches the event unfold bringing a sly smile to her face. Pushing the Connecticut native away, Seth rolls from his stomach to his back so he can catch his breath. Just as Tyson sits up, he is drilled in the back of the head by an impressive dropkick from the young model Eva. Unaware of Scotty who is beginning to move, Chastity hones in several boots like an air to ground missile on the Swede. Trying to use his forearms and feet to protect himself, Seth is still hammered in the ribs and sternum by a determined right boot which forces vital oxygen from his lungs. Scott using the ropes is now back to a vertical position, turns to see the back of the television title holder. Taking his chance, Walker rebounds off the ropes, jogs toward his intended target, jumps at the last second grabbing the back of the head and drills Evan in a sadistic running bulldog. In a sickening thud Eva's head bounces off the canvas causing Chastity to squirm around holding the top of her head screaming. Solstice not paying attention to the unfolding events, uses the chance to roll out of the ring and recuperate.

" As I see it Jimmy ... Well Scotty likes to use ropes, take people from behind and by the looks ... so does Solstice. Eva ... well she is just a boring female. Oh ... wow ... Scotty likes given head ... "

" OK ok ... Don't call it as you see it, just sit there ... wear your unusual purple suit, and just chew on your nuts. "

(Ray is shocked by the simple slip of tongue and gasps speechless.)

" Wait ! ... that didn't come out right ! "[/center][/i][/color]
Surprised at the result of his quick thinking move, Schizo Scott forgets his pain momentarily and jumps around clapping excitedly receiving a mix of laughter and cheers from the audience. Smacking his head as if forgetting something, Walker drops to cover the champ for a possible pin count. Dropping to his chest the referee slaps his hand down reaching a solid two before a kick out. Jumping to his feet, the official waves off the attempt much to the dismay of the American aerialist. Disappointed, but expecting the result, The Prince of Parody lifts Angel to her feet, one arm wraps around the head, the other grabs her pants, then with a pop of the hips lifts her up throwing her spine first in a snap suplex. Instead of letting the arm go, Walker keeps hold of the wrist, slightly turns Evan over while driving a knee to the upper spine and applies an arm lock trying to hyper extend the shoulder and elbow. Seth having shaken the cob webs sees what is going on, stealthily climbs the turnbuckle while keeping an eye on the submission attempt, easily makes the top turn-buckle, then with a silent oomph launches towards the two on the mat. Twisting his body in mid-air, he screams to get the attention of the Hartford Hero who lets go of the hold. Slapping his face like the kid in home alone, the Schizo in seemingly slow motion sees the oncoming Swede staggers back, but it proves pointless when the moonsault lands on Chastity. Sliding backwards on his butt, Scott comically wipes his forehead in relief. Bouncing off the chest of the English model, Tyson holds his chest winded and the sudden adrenalin gone from his pain wracked body. Forgetting momentarily that three people were in the match, Scott stands up, scratches his head and looks around the outside of the ring, then above him while pointing and scratching his head. Like a light bulb above his head, Walker suddenly remembers it is a triple threat to the amusement of the Eagle Vision fans and smacks his head before chuckling to himself.

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Tbc.