Post by Amelia Winston on Sept 17, 2022 2:21:52 GMT
We open… in a trench? A World War 1 era trench somewhere in western Europe? The lighting is off, everything feels a little weird, it’s… ah crap. It’s a dream. Sorry WrestleVerse, it was bound to happen eventually.
Amelia ‘Wildheart’ Winston seems confused as she walks along the trench in her standard wrestling gear. In the distance rifles crack and shells fire (looking oddly like stools launched through the air), but there’s no action here yet. And then we see him. Kyle Williams. Clad in a muddy, era-appropriate British army uniform, peering through a periscope over the top of the trench before turning to address Wildheart. His voice is… it’s definitely Williams but he sounds clipped, slightly off, like an old radio broadcast.
KW: “Old chum! The empire together, ready to charge the Huns! Glorious battle! Once more into the breach and all that! Even the Yanks are finally here!”
From behind him pops up Kelly Penkzee-Nelson, clad in a standard American army except for a very Uncle Sam-like top hat; between her height and the tall hat it must be well higher than the top of the trench but no one seems to be firing at it.
KPN: “Hey.”
KW: “Jolly good! Over the top and into the breach! Kelly will take the left flank to deal with the robomen! I shall take the right and deal with the ninjas! That leaves you to go up the middle and handle the Colossus! Tally-ho!”
With that Kyle and Kelly pick up their rifles except… yeah, they’re kendo sticks with rifle stocks. Dreams are weird. Both launch themselves out of the trench, charging into the chaos of no man’s land. Amelia looks down to her own weapon and for the first time we see a reaction from Wildheart, smirking as she speaks.
Amelia: “Of course.”
Two handfuls of sand, naturally. Barely a second behind her allies, she’s out of the trench as well. A glance to her left as she sprints across a cratered battlefield shows KPN taking on a series of soldiers in Pickelhelms and giant, steampunky robolegs and… yeah, they’re all CruZe. Kelly valiantly takes them all on, smashing with her kendo stick, blasting them with kicks and spears and STOs.
To the right a rampaging Williams batters away an oncoming wave of men in black pyjama-like ninja costumes, all screaming “It’s MURDER!” and sounding exactly like Ja Rule back when he was still a thing. Throwing stars whizz past Kyle as foes do impossible flips around him, Kyle suplexing and slamming and smashing his way through the horde.
Amelia charges up the middle, meeting no resistance until the ground shakes with a thud thud thud. The Colossus, bearing a striking (okay, identical) resemblance to Quinn Castillo except nearly ten feet tall, clad in his wrestling gear as well. He charges. She continues to charge. A handful of sand thrown in his eyes as they meet. A duck under a wild, giant lariat. Amelia connects with the Flash Smash knee strike, knocking him down. She rushes in to follow up before pausing.
Amelia: “Wait… why are we fighting?”
Quinn slowly gets to his feet, looking much more like his usual, though still huge, size.
QC: “No idea. This is your dream, not mine.”
Amelia: “Why am I fighting in my dreams?! I do enough of that when I’m awake! I don’t wanna fight here!”
QC: “Well… what do you want to do, then?”
Wildheart pauses a moment before shrugging and snapping her fingers. The setting stays the same but the audio changes to “Cream” by Prince. She smirks, then snaps her fingers again.
BZZT BZZT BZZT
“Oh come on!”
Wildheart sits up alone in her hotel bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“No more hot wings and History Channel after midnight…”
'Wildheart' stands in the bathroom, dressed for the gym in a loose white tank top over a yellow sports bra and black shorts. She brushes her teeth, stopping to spit into the sink before rinsing her brush clean. Our view seems to be from the bathroom mirror.
“So, me and Kyle and KPN against CruZe, Ninja and Castillo. The positives? Far as I know none of our opponents have ever worked together before. Hell, Ninja’s gonna be the next challenger for CruZe’s belt so maybe they’ll decide to cheap shot each other or something. While me and Kyle?”
Amelia reaches down and holds up her Parallel title belt, admiring it before setting it back down out of sight.
“We got this shit on lock. And KPN? Okay, I don’t know her but she’s serious about winning and she’s got a serious pedigree so yeah, I could do a lot worse for a tag partner. That’s the positives. The negatives? Well he hasn’t had the success yet but Castillo’s a fuckin’ beast. A big, muscly-”
She shakes her head as if to clear the thought.
“Y’know, if you’re into cro-magnon brows and stuff. Anyway, he’s someone you gotta keep an eye on. CruZe? Hate the guy all you want but he’s walking around with a belt too, even if I’m the one who did the damage that let him get the pin. I haven’t forgotten, by the way; I’m damn happy with this tag belt but don’t think I wouldn’t like to add the Eternal as some additional accompaniment for my amazing abs. But yeah, he can go. And Murder Ninja?”
Amelia shrugs.
“He flips good? Okay, I’ve only seen the one match, but he got the W, gotta take him seriously. So yeah, Wild Things +1 have some hard work ahead of us, but hell, Danny ain’t paying me to just show up for the easy ones, right? And with that said, it’s time for me to go put in the work. Sweat now so I don’t gotta sweat nobody later, y’know?”
Amelia shoots a peace sign before shutting off the bathroom light, cutting us to black.
Amelia ‘Wildheart’ Winston seems confused as she walks along the trench in her standard wrestling gear. In the distance rifles crack and shells fire (looking oddly like stools launched through the air), but there’s no action here yet. And then we see him. Kyle Williams. Clad in a muddy, era-appropriate British army uniform, peering through a periscope over the top of the trench before turning to address Wildheart. His voice is… it’s definitely Williams but he sounds clipped, slightly off, like an old radio broadcast.
KW: “Old chum! The empire together, ready to charge the Huns! Glorious battle! Once more into the breach and all that! Even the Yanks are finally here!”
From behind him pops up Kelly Penkzee-Nelson, clad in a standard American army except for a very Uncle Sam-like top hat; between her height and the tall hat it must be well higher than the top of the trench but no one seems to be firing at it.
KPN: “Hey.”
KW: “Jolly good! Over the top and into the breach! Kelly will take the left flank to deal with the robomen! I shall take the right and deal with the ninjas! That leaves you to go up the middle and handle the Colossus! Tally-ho!”
With that Kyle and Kelly pick up their rifles except… yeah, they’re kendo sticks with rifle stocks. Dreams are weird. Both launch themselves out of the trench, charging into the chaos of no man’s land. Amelia looks down to her own weapon and for the first time we see a reaction from Wildheart, smirking as she speaks.
Amelia: “Of course.”
Two handfuls of sand, naturally. Barely a second behind her allies, she’s out of the trench as well. A glance to her left as she sprints across a cratered battlefield shows KPN taking on a series of soldiers in Pickelhelms and giant, steampunky robolegs and… yeah, they’re all CruZe. Kelly valiantly takes them all on, smashing with her kendo stick, blasting them with kicks and spears and STOs.
To the right a rampaging Williams batters away an oncoming wave of men in black pyjama-like ninja costumes, all screaming “It’s MURDER!” and sounding exactly like Ja Rule back when he was still a thing. Throwing stars whizz past Kyle as foes do impossible flips around him, Kyle suplexing and slamming and smashing his way through the horde.
Amelia charges up the middle, meeting no resistance until the ground shakes with a thud thud thud. The Colossus, bearing a striking (okay, identical) resemblance to Quinn Castillo except nearly ten feet tall, clad in his wrestling gear as well. He charges. She continues to charge. A handful of sand thrown in his eyes as they meet. A duck under a wild, giant lariat. Amelia connects with the Flash Smash knee strike, knocking him down. She rushes in to follow up before pausing.
Amelia: “Wait… why are we fighting?”
Quinn slowly gets to his feet, looking much more like his usual, though still huge, size.
QC: “No idea. This is your dream, not mine.”
Amelia: “Why am I fighting in my dreams?! I do enough of that when I’m awake! I don’t wanna fight here!”
QC: “Well… what do you want to do, then?”
Wildheart pauses a moment before shrugging and snapping her fingers. The setting stays the same but the audio changes to “Cream” by Prince. She smirks, then snaps her fingers again.
BZZT BZZT BZZT
“Oh come on!”
Wildheart sits up alone in her hotel bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“No more hot wings and History Channel after midnight…”
'Wildheart' stands in the bathroom, dressed for the gym in a loose white tank top over a yellow sports bra and black shorts. She brushes her teeth, stopping to spit into the sink before rinsing her brush clean. Our view seems to be from the bathroom mirror.
“So, me and Kyle and KPN against CruZe, Ninja and Castillo. The positives? Far as I know none of our opponents have ever worked together before. Hell, Ninja’s gonna be the next challenger for CruZe’s belt so maybe they’ll decide to cheap shot each other or something. While me and Kyle?”
Amelia reaches down and holds up her Parallel title belt, admiring it before setting it back down out of sight.
“We got this shit on lock. And KPN? Okay, I don’t know her but she’s serious about winning and she’s got a serious pedigree so yeah, I could do a lot worse for a tag partner. That’s the positives. The negatives? Well he hasn’t had the success yet but Castillo’s a fuckin’ beast. A big, muscly-”
She shakes her head as if to clear the thought.
“Y’know, if you’re into cro-magnon brows and stuff. Anyway, he’s someone you gotta keep an eye on. CruZe? Hate the guy all you want but he’s walking around with a belt too, even if I’m the one who did the damage that let him get the pin. I haven’t forgotten, by the way; I’m damn happy with this tag belt but don’t think I wouldn’t like to add the Eternal as some additional accompaniment for my amazing abs. But yeah, he can go. And Murder Ninja?”
Amelia shrugs.
“He flips good? Okay, I’ve only seen the one match, but he got the W, gotta take him seriously. So yeah, Wild Things +1 have some hard work ahead of us, but hell, Danny ain’t paying me to just show up for the easy ones, right? And with that said, it’s time for me to go put in the work. Sweat now so I don’t gotta sweat nobody later, y’know?”
Amelia shoots a peace sign before shutting off the bathroom light, cutting us to black.