TNW:R Presents: iMPACT (6/24/16)

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UPCOMING: TRENT VS. ALEKS MASON

 

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The wrestling fans had been hyped as this show progressed. Aleks Mason sat backstage somewhere, listening to music and performing a few stretches to loosen up his body and get himself ready for his match. A crew member working for TNW:R approached Aleks, who took off his headphones. The man/woman told him it was time for him to head towards Gorilla. Aleks would stop his stretches, and hand the crew member his headphones and phone, asking them to place them in the locker room. Mason then began to tighten his gloves as he walked towards the Gorilla Position. Aleks had walked, stretching his upperbody, into the place where the producers and Vince sat. He stood backstage, discussing something with someone there, hearing the excitement in the background from the audience. Mason finished up the conversation, as he began to pace back and forth, waiting for his cue to go out into the crowd. Aleks would grab a water bottle near by, taking a drink and then dumping the rest onto his head. He pushed his hair back, creating a slicked like effect. He began to mentally prepare himself, putting himself in a mean state of mind, as he was playing the heel. It was up to him to find new ways to get the crowd to hate him tonight. If they for whatever reason began to cheer for him, he knew he had to get them back to booing him. This was something Aleks was used to, working the majority of his career as a heel. Aleks' theme then began, only playing the intro. He stood in front of the black curtains, ready to push through them. When he got the cue from a producer, Aleks took one last deep breathe, inhaling through the nose, exhaling through the mouth. Mason pushed through the black curtains into the lights, cameras, and fans.

The theme song used by Aleks Mason ramped up, right before he walked out onto the stage with a very mischievous look on his face. The crowd was already booing him, causing an evil smirk to grow on his face. The camera caught the smirk, as the commentators made remarks of it being a cocky, or confident smile. Aleks' serious face returned, as the camera began to close up on him. For the viewers at home, they saw an occasional sign denouncing Aleks Mason, as fans expressed their dislike for this TNW:R superstar. A camera man stood in front of Aleks, pointing the camera right at him. Aleks then began to strut down the ramp, pushing the camera aside as he made his way down. Slowly, he looked to his left and right at the fans being held back by the black padded barricade. Fans, despite booing, extended their hands trying to tap the body of this larger than life character. Aleks made sure to keep his distance, not allowing the indecisive fans to touch him. "Making his way to the ring: From Las Vegas, Nevada.. Aleks Mason!" Mason would reach the end of the ramp, as he came to a stop. He looked into the squared circle, the place he felt most comfortable standing in. He looked into his home territory, the wrestling ring, with great excitement building up in his body. He fed off the crowd here tonight, who were doing a good job at sending their energy throughout the arena. Mason would then turn to his left, and would get a bit too close to the barricade. A fan had successfully tapped Mason's body, causing the superstar to stop in his tracks. He looked over to his left, and stared into the eyes of the excited fan. Aleks brushed off his shoulder, before turning his back and standing in front of the steel steps. Mason quickly moved up the steel steps, using the steel post to climb onto the ring. He placed his hand on the top rope, sliding it against it as he walked towards the middle. Aleks wiped his wrestling boots on the apron, before entering the ring through the ropes. He walked in the middle of the ring, where he stood facing the hard camera. Aleks beat his chest with his right fist, and then pointed up into the heavens. Mason then backed up slowly into the corner as he waited patiently.

 

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A once illuminated room would begin to lose that light, and with it, lost this feeling of happiness and, instead, replaced it with that of something dark. Something that drew something out from the hearts of thousands in attendance for this spectacular event. What the hell was going?

Step.

Step.

Step.

The sound of footsteps could be heard, slow, calculated steps that would begin to make it's way closer to the source of amplification. Until finally, the titantron would explode with life, flaring up the titantron of a wrestler who has done it all, from winning World Titles, to fighting the very best that each place had to offer. All while coming out in extraordinary fashion.

While he walked into the arena with his teammate into a sold-out crowd cheering him, all while his theme played in the background, showing the cold transformation that the man has taken. That very song was, "Behind Blue Eyes" the Limp Bizkit version of the song which had a bit more of a rock touch to it in comparison to the original Who version.

Despite the song playing and the stage coming to life, there was still a lingering feeling of despair for some reason. It was haunting, almost chilling to the bone that such an electric person could leave a more depressing feeling than anything else.

As the music would continue, with the titantron to mash up with the song, the man would take a long look at his titantron, then at the crowd who seemed to like the man who was making his return. Sporting an attire which consisted of tight black pants, with the shirt he stepped in the business with, saying, "Archangel" on the front. The Anti-Christ not only reverting back to his old name, but it seemed that he had the old attitude of cold to the touch and thirsty for success.

He would begin to take a turn towards the ramp, and once there, he would have a slow pace down, letting the atmosphere soak in, letting every reaction fuel him for success, stopping once every few steps to evaluate every face in the crowd, taking his time before he hit that ring to do whatever he planned to do, whether it be to break the man's neck, or put on a performance like that has never been seen, and with that very though being processed by the commentators who were trying to figure out what the man was going to do when he hit that ring, he would continue walking, making his way to the ring.

Finally, he reached ringside, in which he turned a sharp left, and fastening his pacing of steps as he climbed each steel step, making his way to the center of the apron, and entering the ring ready for this match.

 

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Aleks Mason would run his hand across the top rope, getting a feel for the ring. He would look across the ring from his opponent tonight, the self-proclaimed Archangel. The referee would signal for the bell to be rung.  

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Trent would begin to shrug off any heavy feeling that would accompany him. Getting ready to go to war with Aleks Mason, hearing the toll of the bell

 

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Aleks would move out of his corner, coming out offering his hand out to Trent.  

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The hand was extended out to Trent, but regardless of Aleks meant well or not, he wouldn't accept the offering. Instead, keeping his cold gaze locked on Aleks and beginning to approach Aleks slowly.

 

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Aleks would smile as he realized Trent wasn't going to be offering his handshake. His smile would quickly fade away as he jumped into a collar-and-elbow tie up.  

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Trent would decline the handshake, but accepted a traditional lock-up. However, looking to take charge and not test Aleks strength, Trent looked to change the lock-up into a headlock

 

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Aleks had been placed in the headlock, however he decided he'd back up into the ropes, using them as leverage to push Trent off into the opposite set of ropes.  

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Trent would be thrown to the opposite set of ropes from which Aleks fell back to. Upon hitting the ropes, he would rebound back

 

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Aleks would then leap up in the air, attempting to knock Trent straight in the face with a pitch perfect dropkick.  

[somedudewithamic]

To say the least, that was unexpected. Trent expected something a bit more aggressive, only to be met with a huge dropkick that would knock the jaw. Causing Trent to fall on his back

 

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Even thought early onto the match, Aleks would use the advantage to go for a pin, only hooking one of Trent's legs.