|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:03 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this contest will move on to the next stage of the Sanguine Invitational! Introducing first..."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 9:57 pm
(Ignore some of the entrance, some flaws in it.) The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction   The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage, and then walked to the left side and looked in the crowd. Trent continued to walk on the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross, as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp
Announcer: Introducing at this time, from St Paul Minnesota, weighing at 216 Pounds, TRENT!
Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing a new look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.
Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.
Trent took his robe off and entered his corner, waiting for the competitor he would face tonight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:43 am
A tune that played earlier in the show for a quite enlightening and hateful speech was heard through the PA: Another Stranger Me by Blind Guardian was heard as the lights went all crimson red, Andrew Styles was nowhere to be seen as of yet as the song just kept playing.A seed of doubt
It exists
And it grows
A glimpse of life
From somewhere deep within
Awake and understandAndrew's silhouette was now noticeable through the crimson lights as he simply walked slowly to the ring, the crowd booing him as loud as they could since he simply told them to ******** off earlier in nicer words.
He was wearing a gray long coat with a red bandanna with long tips tied on the right arm simply flowing as he walked towards the ring on his red soled black shoes and his pants were simply black with an inverted red cross along the right leg, not a care in the world, no gesture or emotion as of yet.
 Is there anyone else here?
Somebody screaming
Please help me
Let's find out now
That I am not dreaming
Welcome to my damnation
Here it comes the real meThe ex-Crimson Champion got to the ring with his hands inside of the jacket's pockets and a cold gaze through his purple tinted glasses as he simply leaned back in one corner while slowly taking out his coat after stepping away from the corner and his glasses were soon to follow after the jacket.
Announcer introduction: From Montreal, Canada, weighing at 210 pounds, The True Crimson..Andrew Styles!!''His music faded out after he stripped himself off his jacket and glasses at the signature part: ''Another Stranger Me'' as he awaited for the bell to ring on the corner that he leaned back on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 11:16 am
Trent would have stared directly at Andrew, as he was ready to raise some havoc and to win the match tonight. He would wait for the official to signal for the match.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:34 pm
Andrew heard the bell ring and it all simply echoed in his head as he shook his head a bit while glancing to tonight's opponent, one obstacle in his way of redemption as it seems. The ex-Crimson Champion walked forward and called the other for a lock-up, intention being to lure the other close enough to start an offensive right by giving out some right testing jabs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:48 pm
Trent saw the man as they both seemed of equal size, he would have came up close, not that he had the intention to show who was the stronger man as he was going to go for a waist lock right away, until the fact he started getting hit by multiple jabs which made him stumble back slightly each hit. Andrew seeming to be more of a traditional boxer, Trent would take some of his own skills out as far as he knew from MMA as he would begin to send some kicks to the thigh of Andrew whenever he was able to do so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:28 am
Andrew got hit on the thigh by a few of Trent's kicks, a grin crossing his face while his leg seemed to tremble as he slowly lowered his punches to start this match traditionally as he simply dealt back with his own kicks, aiming for the rib with his right leg as he aimed to make this a duel of the one who endures most kicks and punches.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:27 pm
Trent's ribs became sore within the first few kicks as once Andrew's leg was being raised for another kicked he would attempt to grab it and take Andrew down onto his back. If he is able to do so he would climb on top of him and begin to send some forearm shots to his head in a fast pace.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:22 am
Eventually his array of kicks had to stop, just not the way that he expected as he went back first to the canvas as he got his arms right on the way to cover his head which at the moment was his weakest point due to the surmounting concussion.
Andrew's aim as of now was to find a breaking point out of the consecutive forearms that were headed his way as if he was able to, he would quickly go for a MMA styled Gogoplata or Triangle Hold in technical terms by getting his legs into the according position in a sneaky way as for his opponent to not notice that quickly about the trap that was almost going off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 2:19 pm
Trent would have continued with the forearm strikes until he was abruptly stopped by Andrew who raised his legs and brought them around his neck. Constraining air from his lungs. He would begin to struggle the few seconds in to the hold. After a few seconds, Trent would attempt to use the power in his legs to bring himself up high enough to where he can re-position Andrew with his shoulders against the mat while in the submission. Hoping to break the submission or possibly even get the win as either of those two were a win-win.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 12:25 am
A grinning Andrew glanced to his opponent as he was simply raised a bit by the opponent but at the high peak of the moment, the ex-Crimson Champion let go of the hold and rolled to the side, getting up a few moments after, maybe the other would expect it or not, only time will tell.
But for the while, Andrew was already preparing his next attack after scanning his opponent, acknowledging that his opponent was to get up eventually, Andrew aimed to do a Low Dropkick right to the right leg of Trent in case the other got up as his strategy came.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:26 am
Trent was on the verge of getting up until his leg was taken out with a low dropkick which made his leg give out and he fell face first on the mat as a plus for Andrew. Trent held his leg as he would begin to protect his head and neck, two spots that are probably at a high risk of being targeted
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 8:03 am
Andrew looked at Trent's pose after the low dropkick, a wide Cheshire cat styled grin came through his face, so many evil intentions on his mind as he noticed that the other did not know that Andrew would aim for the legs.
Andrew moved close to the other's legs and attempted to grab them and do the quite classic Figure Four Leg Lock out of the blue with a really fast movement or torque if we were speaking about a car.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 12:25 am
(Auto-hit)
Andrew got the Figure Four Leg Lock locked in really tight as he just wanted to keep it locked in, maybe make Trent tap out and what not. Aims were to simply seek, exploit and destroy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 10:00 am
(Sorry for the delay, it never showed that you posted, can you possibly quote me and if you want I can quote back.)
Trent would begin to struggle within the hold, looking for the ropes, or someway to reverse. Within his mind the clock was counting down before he would give in as the crowd was watching in wander to what he would do.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
