(10/29/18) Monday Bloody Monday May 5, 2020 17:44:13 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 17:44:13 GMT -5
Ronin Division Pre-show
Open a wide shot of the arena where a number of wrestlers stand in matching white gi. In a cleaner, almost resplendent uniform is Ronin Champion Vincent Walker. His confident stance dulls the anxiety of all those vagabonds surrounding him. A black shirt passes him a mic.
Vincent: Welcome to the show everyone. Kawasaki, we’re proud to serve you this evening. I am your Ronin Champion, and as leader of this group, I am proud to introduce our newest members: TJ Wilson and –
Wes Stevens screams, interrupting his train of thought.
Vincent: And of course, the inflammatory Wes Stevens. Their time with us might be limited, but we hope to showcase their skills. For Commissioner Zurra has a special test of their abilities tonight in a little showdown we’re calling Ronin-noid.
Everyone, including the disgraced Southern Militia, looked puzzled by that announcement.
Vincent: The rules are very simple. Everyone please split into two lines – it doesn’t how big. But you two aren’t allowed on the same side, sound cool? Let’s get to it.
They divide into separate teams in a sluggish disorder. A black shirt stands at the apron with a giant white ball. He bounces it straight to Vincent whom immediately spirals it at Grampa Mayhem. It clocks him so hard that he rolls out of the ring.
Vincent: I guess you get the game now. Last team standing wins!
An Arkanoid plays as both sides begin play. Mayhem climbs back to the apron unsure of what just happened. The ball passes between groups with both sides taking gentle tosses at first. Each team begins taking dramatic losses with the ball just smacking people with full force similar to a direct shot from red dodge balls. No one gets eliminated as beautifully as Hugo Brightside who makes a 180 rotation before bowing out of the ring. Then there were four.
Vincent: All right, let speed this up guys!
The song doubles in tempo with added bass for good measure. Vincent’s only partner is, by all chance, TJ Wilson. Across them stands former champ Ralph Grosse and the incomparable Wes Stevens. Passes go into rapid fire until even “the Human Vomit” cannot withstand the force coming towards him. Ralph gets hit straight in the forehead and pukes on reflex. The music stops right there, giving everyone a chance to hop away and recoil from it.
Vincent: Okay… someone help Ralph out of the ring. But it looks like it’s two-on-one now, Wes. Unless you want to forfeit? No? All right, keep that music going. Line back up.
They set up opposite of the waste spill and go straight back rapid ball throws. Stevens shows his athleticism with stunning grabs and returns. TJ mostly works in front of his partner, taking Walker out of his own game. Vincent, upon sensing his place in it, bows out for both men to keep playing. Volleys, lobs and other exciting tricks give all those early birds something to enjoy. The music speeds up a little more, but neither loses a step. Neither side rouses more than the other making for a balanced contest of will. When something strikes their ball midair.
Vincent: Pelican, really?
Captain Pelican rolls under the ring taking both his infamous harpoon and the deflated ball as his own. Everyone watches as he darts through the side gate and to the backstage. His music “Pelicans We” plays the Ronins to the back for the main show.