Post by kylewilliams on Aug 28, 2022 15:04:53 GMT
26.08.2022 (22.80.26 for you Americans I think) New Ground Arena
As Kyle swung suspended from the crane desperately clutching the Parallel titles with all his might, trying not to focus on the searing pain coursing throughout his body, he heard the feint sound of Dunklin Frewbly:
Dunklin Frewbly: The winners of this match and NEWWWWWWWWWWWW Parallel Champions..KYLE WILLLLIAMS AND AMELIA WINNNNNSTON!
A feint smile crosses his lips as he closes his eyes, waiting for someone to come help him down. This is it, the moment he’ll remember for the rest of his life. A title, his first ever, right there in his hands. As an entire arena cheers for him and Amelia. He could die happy in this moment, and if that saw wound got any worse he just might.
3 days later
Kyle and Tilly Hughes are enjoying his celebration night out at a local bar, he has kitted it out with balloons and his misspelt congramulations sign he ordered in for his 'world title win'. Most of the few friends Kyle had made in his short time in America have already gone home leaving just the two of them, both of whom are pretty buzzed by this point.
Tilly: What a match! And you actually won! Did you hear that crowd?
Kyle: (Smiling to himself) Every time I close my eyes.
Kyle reaches over the bar and grabs himself a drink whilst the bartender is chatting elsewhere.
Tilly: You actually can’t do that here. Or anywhere come to think of it. Why do you commit crime whenever we meet up?
Kyle: I’ll pay don’t worry, a champions paycheque under Danny Powers is pretty substantial you know.
Tilly: Richest guy in the world, I imagine it is.
Kyle: Pretty strange guy too. You seen next eternal card? For some reason he wants Amelia and I in a four on one handicap. Plus have you seen who our partners are? The very same guys that only a few days ago literally foot stomped me into oblivion. What is it with this place and immediately pairing me with someone who caused me great physical pain on the last show.
Tilly: Yeah you took a beating in the last match. How’s the wound on your chest?
Kyle: Saw.
Tilly:…
Kyle:…
Tilly: I actually hate you a bit at times.
Kyle: Most people do after a few months.
Tilly: So you think there’s something strange about your next match?
Kyle: Amelia has already told me she doesn’t feel right about this whole thing, four of us ganging up on that homeless guy. I dunno, I may be paranoid but I just can’t see things ending well with all of us in the ring. We'll definitely be watching our backs. And fronts. Both sides really.
Tilly: Are you that scared of Wolfslair?
Kyle: (laughing) Scared? No we just have a mutual dislike of dickheads.
Tilly tries to hold back a laugh but fails.
Kyle: The best way to describe it I guess is that I feel the same way about Wolfslair as I do about diarrhoea.
Tilly: Ew.
Kyle: Bare with me bare with me I’m going somewhere with this. See with both of them an attack is not preferable but let’s face it it’s inevitable. In both cases if it’s possible to take preventative measures, like by being prepared or not eating at taco bell then I will do. And of course both are a massive pain in my ass.
Tilly: You’re a weird guy Mr Pallallall..pallyle…padawan champion.
Kyle: 10 years on the indie circuit watching your dreams slowly die will do that to you.
Tilly: Aw you made it sad.
Kyle: Sorry. See this is why I prefer the weird stuff. Talking about my life gets depressing.
Tilly: Maybe there were some sad times, but look how far you’ve come!
Kyle: (Grinning as he comes to the realisation) Hell yeah! When I joined this company I stood in front of the Wrestleverse crowd and told them that I wanted to stand toe to toe with the best wresters on the planet and show everyone that I belonged in the ring with them. Not only have I done that but I’ve got the gold to back it up, I mean I could loose these titles in four weeks or so and it won’t change the fact I’m the inoperable champion. That’s mine for good.
Tilly: I mean potentially you could lose them at the next event.
Kyle: What? Why?
Tilly: Moon has the Maxstone.
Kyle: Oh yeah I haven’t even caught up from the show yet. What was the Maxstone bit all about?
Tilly: Well he who holds the power of the moosestone, gets to trade it for a title opportunity of their choosing, on any title. So like he could come down after your match on the 9th and win the gold.
Kyle: Yeah but then I have the moonstone so i'll just trade it back.
Tilly: What? No he doesn’t trade you the moonstone for the titles.
Kyle: Can’t I just say no deal?
Tilly: No you literally have no say in the matter, he cashes in whenever he wants for any titles.
Kyle: So he becomes a triple champion?
Tilly:…Let’s start again
40 minutes and several drinks later.
Kyle: Ok so anyone…
Tilly: Just man. Erm Matt. Mark.
Kyle Mark Mousehouse can come down, give me the moonstoon.
Tilly: Not you.
Kyle: An official gives him the moon.
Tilly: Other way round.
Kyle: And he gets to fight me for it.
Tilly: Fight anyone else for their title.
Kyle: And he gets 60 seconds to put as much stuff in his trolly as possible.
Tilly: That’s a different thing, not to do with wrestling.
Kyle: It’s fine I got the general jist of it.
Tilly: Not sure you do. (She does a shot) Okay, one more time...
The screen fades out as more drinks are had and much more frustration occurs.