Post by Robert Daniels on Jun 21, 2020 23:13:50 GMT -5
Battleground Network Presents
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING 43
SUNDAY - 6/28/2020
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING STUDIO
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING IS LIVE FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON AND WE’RE INSIDE THE MAINSTREAM WRESTLING STUDIO!
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING 43
SUNDAY - 6/28/2020
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING STUDIO
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING IS LIVE FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON AND WE’RE INSIDE THE MAINSTREAM WRESTLING STUDIO!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED...
Trixie is seen arriving at an apartment building and is just about to knock on the door when Cartier opens it up. Trixie’s surprised and a little startled, but the ever confident Cartier explains
CARTIER: About time you got here, Trix. These guys have some cool stuff, I saw you approaching the door so I thought I’d spare those delicates hands on the hard wood, but I guess you all experienced wit’ havin’ your hands all over hard wood anyways, huh? At least ‘til you started lettin’ Manny push his wet noodle around your guts at least.
Cartier brings a blushing Trixie into the room where she shows Trixie a 3D Printer making a Cartier action figure.
TRIXIE: Oh, WOW!
Trixie reacts intrigued and surprised by Cartier’s doll coming out, with her ring gear on and two small Mainstream Tag Team Titles currently hanging on a hook for keys.
TRIXIE: You’ve got a doll!
CARTIER: Action figure, Trixie. These boys gon’ get mad at you if you call ‘em anything but. I’m surprised Manny’s not corrected you but… well, he probably too busy playin’ Animal Crossin’ or some shit. Besides… look now!
Across from the Cartier figure on its printer, a second 3D machine is humming away putting the finishing touches on an equally detailed figure of Trixie herself. Trixie’s mouth drops open and she claps while running over to take a closer look.
TRIXIE: It looks just like me! Look at my dimples! And my smile!
CARTIER: Look at them TITTIES. , Trix, I think they gave you two extra cups.
Trixie looks down at her chest and grabs her ample assets, hefting the girls up and down in her hands with a scowl of thought on her face.
TRIXIE: No, I think it looks about right!
Cartier mumbles under her breath.
CARTIER: Yeah I bet you do...
She quickly smiles when Trix spins back around to face her though. Her partner’s unbridled glee at seeing herself in action figure form is enough to melt even the most street-hardened heart.
CARTIER: You look good, girl. We both do. These figures off the chain, an’ when we put them on the shelves they gon’ fly right off.
Trixie looks shocked again. She obviously hadn’t even considered the idea of people buying the dolls… er, action figures.
TRIXIE: You think people will really buy them like that? That’s so cool! Who makes them, though?
"We did!"
The nasal voice from off screen is revealed to be coming from the mouth of a rather short, rather paunchy white man who’s balding early. It’s kinda sad, honestly. Standing next to him is a taller, skinnier white boy with a full head of hair greasy enough to start a kitchen fire.
CARTIER: Trix, I met these guys at the hotel lobby. They was dressed like idiots wit’ pointy rubber ears an’ shit, goin’ to some convention…
"Star Trek!"
The taller one exclaims while holding his hand upright and parting his fingers in the middle in the way that only nerds ever do.
CARTIER: Yeah, whatever… but they said they had these printers an’ did figurines as a hobby.
"We’ve produced every monster in the D&D handbook!"
Proclaims the first.
"Twice!"
Adds the second.
They try to high five each other and miss terribly.
CARTIER: Damn. Y’all so sad. So, so sad. Y’all make nice ass toys though. Check out my kung-fu grip!
Cartier strikes a karate pose, clearly excited by the action figures posable qualities and well-sculpted definition.
TRIXIE: Cartier, be nice. Thank you for these figures. I’m very impressed. I thought giving them the titles was very cute, and very appropriate considering we’re the reigning tag champs, and we’re not planning on losing them any time soon.
CARTIER: Damn right. But hold up… what you got behind your back, Milford?
TRIXIE: Who’s Milford?
CARTIER: The little one. What you hidin’ back there, bruh?
Milford starts to tremble a bit before pulling his hand out from behind his back. In his grip he holds two other action figures - one for Rebecca Thoreau nee Dawson, and the other for Julez Miri nee Whatever.
TRIXIE: Oh….our opponents, we have a little history for sure.
Trixie says while putting her hand out to ask to hold Rebecca’s one. Once she gets it in her hand, she looks it over and half nudges Cartier.
TRIXIE: I think my cousin would have fun with this one, you know.
Cartier grabs the Becky and then snatches Julie out of Milford’s hand as well. Looking back and forth at them she frowns.
CARTIER: These prototypes or some shit? They look like ass. Like they sat out on the dashboard all Summer long or some shit. Look at these crooked butt cheeks. These faces look like Julie an’ Bex had a stroke at the same time or maybe both got the same case of really bad gas. Your cousin probably could hang this shit up in her front yard for Halloween decorations to scare little kids away.
TRIXIE: I do remember she did have a Becky pinata when she got together with a few friends. I don’t think Jolly Ranchers or Nerds will fall out of the real thing when we’re through with them on Mainstream.
Trixie then extends Rebecca’s arm and does her best impression of Bex.
TRIXIE: “Hey, Mirimellow. Are you as worried as I am about facing Trix and Cartier later?”
Cartier just watches but then Trix stabs an elbow into her ribs. Cartier nearly drops Julie but recovers quickly enough due to her well-known catlike reflexes. Yep. Everyone knew she had them, right?
CARTIER: Oh! Right, uh…
She tries to twist her voice into a basic white girl sound, but doesn’t do a very good job. What can we say? She’d never make it as a ventriloquist. She walks the Julie figure over to the Becky and tries, though.
CARTIER: “Ohhh heyyyy SexyBexxy, I’m, like, just so, like, whatever, like, terrified of them! Especially like totally for sure that mean street thug Cartier!”
TRIXIE - “You should be. That Cartier will wreck you if you get on her bad side.”
She then makes the Rebecca one sigh exasperated.
TRIXIE: “When I saw who our opponents were, I shook the house when I said You’ve Got To Be Joking Me….like Manny says, I do not want none..”
CARTIER: Uh… “Yeah totally, like, for sure, and anyway all lives matter!” Trixie I don’t wanna play wit’ dolls no more.
Cartier chucks the Julie figure into a corner of the floor, sending Milford and… Billford? Do we care what the other one’s name is, really? Anyway they panic and go running after it.
“My epic paint job!”
CARTIER: We ain’t gotta worry about these two rooty tooty fresh an’ fruities… the Children of the Moon, they earned what they got comin’... by which I mean, they earned gettin’ the door slammed right in they faces once again, courtesy of they worst nightmare, yours truly. I got a different partner, but guess what? Your girl traded up. Trixie might be the best tag team talent in Mainstream history, after all. So while these two chickenheads might think they walkin’ out of Mainstream wit’ our titles, all they gonna walk out wit’ is a pair of headaches and a reminder of who belongs to who once the bell rings!
Cartier seems to be shouting directly into the plastic face of the Becky Thoreau figure that Trixie still holds. It’s a bit awkward, honestly.
CARTIER: Oh, an’ if I can make one request… Julie. Becky. Please. Bring those defunct 4CW titles wit’ you. You both know they don’t really belong to you no more. Gimme a souvenir for all the times I embarrassed y’all between those ropes, since it’s just gonna be more of the same right here in Mainstream.
TRIXIE: Chill, Cartier….chill.
Trixie says a little worried her partner would strike the doll and hurt her wrist in the process.
TRIXIE: And I think you’d need to talk to Perry about that, I remember Manny was quite a successful 4CW Tag Team Champion too, who I’ve worked with plenty as a tag team right here in Mainstream. As you mentioned that lovely little compliment about my tag team success in the company.
CARTIER: Yeah, you “work” wit’ him all right. Probably spend all night workin’ on his ego after he can’t get it up wit’out Minecraft music playin’ in the background. Yo, Milford. You two dorks play video games?
Trixie eye rolls a little bit over the assumptions. They both nod, of course. I mean OF COURSE.
CARTIER: Good. Look for DaHentaiMang4CW on XBox Live an’ the PS Network. He needs new friends anyways.
Cartier cackles and Trixie rolls her eyes but can’t help but laugh along with her as well. She knew Cartier’s favorite hobby was giving her boyfriend a hard time, after all.
CARTIER: Bottom line? These Mainstream Tag Team Titles are ours, Trixie. They ours today an’ they gonna still be ours next week, an’ the week after, an’ the week after that. Mainstream 43 is gonna be the official introduction to the way life gonna be from now on for the Kids on the Moon. Second rate. Second best. Right up until me an’ Trix decide we done bein’ the champs… but I don’t see that happenin’ any time soon, do you, Trix?
TRIXIE: I don’t, we might even break the record for longest title reign with how long we’re capable of holding the gold. Plus, I think I look better with a title around my waist. Don’t you agree?
She asks Cartier and the doll makers. The nerds both nod, but Cartier holds up a hand.
CARTIER: Yo hold up, we needa get these toys redone, Trix.
TRIXIE: We do?
CARTIER: Yup. Milford, Other Guy, I need y’all to start over. These two ain’t right.
“I uh… sure, whatever you two want… what’s wrong with them though?”
Cartier smirks, making eye contact with Trixie once more.
CARTIER: Ain’t a damn thing wrong. But they need to be extra special. They need ta Glow in the Dark.
TRIXIE: That would interesting! Maybe you could whip up a club version of us too. Since we’ll have plenty of celebrations ahead of us as champions.
Trixie looks to her partner for her business perspective on her idea.
CARTIER: Perfect. Y’all got work to do. Trix, let’s go pre-order a cake to celebrate.
TRIXIE: Yum! With strawberry frosting?
CARTIER: Duh.
The two championship partners exit the area, and everything stops glowing