TNW:R Presents: Tuesday Night Television [2/11/15]

[Chicago Makes Punk]

UPCOMING: TRENT VS. ROMAN REIGNS

 

[Velveteen Dream]

ROMAN REIGNS

The crowd settled upon coming back from commercial. Loud and proud of it he was as usual. And in a few moments they would grow to new heights of cheers. The sound of the heavy metal clashing sharply began loudly with assistance from the PA system as members of the crowd made their way to their feet and directed their heads to the box seats. They knew who was coming, and it was only a matter of time before he had gotten there. The blaring music viciously stomped it's way into the arena bringing forth cheers and an only growing pop when the big man; Roman Reigns stepped out onto the top of crowd's step-way. Fans close to him began to snap pictures with their flashes and some touched him just to say they did. To no avail Roman's facial expression never changed. His eyes focused only on the ring and the two competitors inside. However he did note to take in the electricity the crowd was giving off as he looked around his surroundings. These people paid to see a show. They paid to see Roman Reigns. Roman began his long awaited walk down the aisle heading down to the outer-ring floor as fans screamed in his ear, sometimes even literally, and held up signs for him to notice. He kept his head low moving through the valley of the people and eventually had gotten down to the barricaded area that separated the crowd from the ring floor. Stopping, Reigns would look around again as he grasp the barricade wall and slowly made his way over. After, he'd then walk up the staircase leading to the ring and once atop the case: he'd made his way up ascending to the top of the turnbuckle, balling his fists together he would raise his arms and flex them tightly above his head as the crowd praised him. Roman slowly withdrew his arms back down to his sides slightly still angled as if he were flexing and glanced at the ring as he slowly got inside climbing down the turnbuckle waiting for his opponent.

 

[somedudewithamic]

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 with a confident grin smeared on his face. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than 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 taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.

Announcer: Introducing at this time. From St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight 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 the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots, as well as his new piece of gold around his waist. 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 placed it to the outside, after doing so Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring, following he would enter the corner and waiting.

 

[Velveteen Dream]

Roman stood in the ring looking at Trent as he entered, waiting for the bell to ring.

 

[somedudewithamic]

Trent looked ahead of him seeing that a big threat was ahead of him. Roman Reigns stepping up to the plate after Trent's loss against Brock Lesnar, which went sour real quick. Tonight was the night to get some frustration out and it looked like Roman would be it. The official would check on both men, giving the sign to the official, finally the bell ringing to end the sequence.

 

[Velveteen Dream]

Roman slowly began to circle the ring as the matchup was underway. He then leaned in with arms up for a potential lock-up with Trent.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent followed the pace Roman had set up, however when it came to meeting horns and horns with Roman, things weren't going to go easy for him. Instead of going for the collar and elbow tie-up, Trent looked to raise his hands, only to bring them down, getting behind Roman, while placing his arms around his waist within a tight lock. If successful, his speed would have allowed him to put Reigns into a waist-lock.

 

[Velveteen Dream]

Roman wasn't expecting a waist lock. When seeing he was the victim to it however he tried to pry apart Trent's hands breaking their lock on him.  

[somedudewithamic]

Ater the waist-lock was put in, it seemed like it was almost completely broken. This of course, being the strength of the brute of the former stable known as the Shield. But what Trent lacked in brute strength, he would excel in speed and environmental awareness, which he would use to his advantage. The man's arms would be separated and the lock would be broken, but Trent still had the upper-hand of being behind the man, which is why he looked to aim a quick kick to the back of Roman's right knee.

 

[Velveteen Dream]

Roman went down from the back of his knee being kicked. He then bent over arching his pack. His face obviously showing signs of pain.  

[somedudewithamic]

Down Roman went to a kneel, just like the grasp that Roman had on the arms that broke the waist-lock. The crowd would begin to throw boo's around the arena. Trent soaked it in for a moment, only to run to the ropes on the left side of Roman, bouncing off of them the Archangel attempted a dropkick to the skull of Reigns.

 

[Velveteen Dream]

As Trent rebounded Roman had come up from his knee attempting to reel in Trent for a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam

 

[somedudewithamic]

Trent bounced off the ropes towards his opponent who popped back to his feet, lifted him in the air, and brought him down onto his back in a not-so-lightly fashion.

 

[Velveteen Dream]

Roman immediately followed by going for a quick cover off of his explosive move.  

[somedudewithamic]

The official would drop to the mat, slapping the mat two times, but Trent breaking the cover by raising his shoulder up.