Post by Cass Baumer on Aug 22, 2021 1:50:28 GMT -8
Saturday Night Special V
May 16th, 2015
Dark Tryout Match
Kingsley Vs. John Baumer
[As an eighty-person capacity crowd slowly start to fill the ASB Leisure Centre, Brent Kingsley roars and flexes his muscles for the ANZAC Pro Wrestling faithful! His flashy rainbow-coloured sequin vest bounces off the baby blue spotlights, his massive frame bulging the material. On the other side of the ring, the lanky underdog in turquoise hand-stitched trunks with a gold Manaia symbol embroidered on the side points to the crowd, then crosses his arms over his chest with his steely blue eyes on Kingsley.]
John Baumer: Kua reri?
[The phrase means “are you ready?” in Moari, a common traditional language of New Zealand. Kingsley answers with a hellacious clothesline that flips Baumer inside out! Now he’s stomping, gaining the ire of the crowd before the match has even started! The ANZAC Pro Wrestling official warns the cheating powerhouse to stop while he frisks him, then checks on John in the corner. Will he continue? Yes! He frisks John, then there’s a call for the bell!]
~DING DING DING!~
[As soon as the match starts, Baumer squares up with his opponent, but the crowd is relatively quiet for the newcomers. The traditionalist swings his fist at the powerhouse’s jaw, only to get his hand caught in Kingsley’s grip! In an awkward transition, the monster nails John with a body blow haymaker to the stomach to double him over, then hoists him up for a powerbomb! No, wait— Picture-perfect hurricanrana reversal! The aspiring Kiwi Warrior pulls down his kneepad and hits his burly foe with a Penalty Kick! Brent crawls to the corner while Baumer sets himself against the opposite turnbuckle. Instead of taking the time to pander to the crowd, the oldest brother of three rushes Kingsley with a crushing headbutt! Brent falls to the mat while Baumer climbs the turnbuckle, ready to his patented senton with arms spread wide! Their bodies collide, and John hooks the leg.
ONE - KICK OUT!
[Baumer is shocked, his mouth hung open while the crowd looks less enthused. Some browse their smartphones while others watch with bored, yawning expressions. The camera makes sure to zoom in on the one brunette-haired girl in her early twenties who excitedly watches the match from the front row! She jumps and boos, hanging onto the barricade as Brent starts to gain momentum. Clothesline! Clothesline! Pump-handle slam! The modern brute laughs at his opponent’s failed efforts to take him down, his foot on John’s chest to attempt the pin with a cocky smile.]
ONE!
TWO!!
[Kingsley steps over the greenhorn underdog, then taunts the crowd with the muscles on his bent arms. Baumer pushes himself onto his elbows to climb to his feet just to get kicked in the face with callous disdain! Deadlifting John, he starts to swirl in circles with his opponent in a fireman’s carry. Aeroplane spin! But what’s this?! The young ANZAC hopeful hooks the back of Brent’s head and hits a spectacular swinging DDT! Kingsley collapses to his knees when Baumer hits him with another Penalty Kick to the forehead that leaves his massive opponent reeling, followed by a somersault cutter he calls Haere Rā!]
[Both amateurs lay, struggling to breathe while the referee kneels beside them both with concern. Johnny slowly starts to use the ropes to climb to his feet, his feet unsteady while he watches Kingsley gradually climb to his feet as well. The twenty-something-year-old fan in the front row stomps her feet and claps her hands, desperately trying to get the crowd involved. After a while, several others join in, but it’s hardly enough for anyone else to hear underneath the sounds of bodies connecting with the mat. This back and forth contest is at a stalemate until Brent Irish whips his opponent towards the turnbuckle. Shoulder block to the gut! Kingsley pushes him higher in the corner, using the rope footholds to raise both of them closer to the rafters. A small portion of the crowd boos half-heartedly in a failed attempt at spurring Johnny on until— What’s this?! Kingsley shows off his strength over the smaller competitor as he gradually lifts Baumer over his head in a gorilla press position on the top rope!]
[The woman in the crowd audibly gasps as Brent flings John over the ropes with an avalanche gorilla press slam to ringside, his body twisting violently in mid-air! His skull bounces off the thinly-veiled pavement at ringside, the rest of his body tumbling down after in a sickening display! John’s head lulls to the side, his eyes shut and his body limp. John’s knocked out right in front of the worried fan. The referee checks on him feverishly until he has no choice but to start the countout!]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Cass Baumer: Forget about me! Get in there!
[With wide-open eyes, the babyface turns to the ring as he slowly regains consciousness. Cass screams bloody murder with tears streaming down her face, squirming against her confines as an officer mounts her from behind in an attempt to keep her from getting free.]
T—!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
~DING DING DING~
Max: And here is your winner… Kingsley!!!
