Post by Robert Daniels on Nov 28, 2022 11:31:47 GMT -5
Battleground Network Presents
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING 97
SUNDAY - 12/4/2022
CLIMATE PLEDGE ARENA
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING 97
SUNDAY - 12/4/2022
CLIMATE PLEDGE ARENA
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
MAINSTREAM WRESTLING IS LIVE FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON AND WE’RE INSIDE THE CLIMATE PLEDGE ARENA FOR MAINSTREAM 97!
"The Queen is Dead."
"Long Live the Queen."
"Long Live the Queen."
In a long hallway, dozens of black muscular men line the walls wearing nothing but loincloths and standing with their hands clasped in front of them.
The men stare straight ahead, their oiled bare torsos nearly identical to one another. All bald headed. All the same height. All the same dark skin tone.
At the far end of the hallway, such larger black man stands next to a throne. The Freight Train himself, standing stoically with a gilded oversized pal frond in his hands.
The throne is immaculate. The seat itself is several feet off the ground. The entire thing is solid gold, polished to gleaming perfection. Gems adorn the edges from top to bottom.
And of course, sitting in the throne itself is the new Queen of Mainstream herself. Destiny's Diamond, Cartier.
Her girls are nearby as well. Sitting on the opposite side of her throne from Train, Aria Price, Nefertiti Jackson, and Bianca Reed. They are reclining and relaxing on a pure white chaise lounge, barefoot in sheer silk togas, eating berries and drinking wine.
Finally, after the lingering camera shot has finally made its way fully down the corridor and tightened on the throne and its occupant, Freight Train uses one hand to pull back the extra long golden veil that is cascaded over the head and upper body of Cartier.
Once the veils is moved away, Cartier smiles and takes an inhalation from the large hookah set between her throne and her friends' bench. The gold chains linked from her ears to her nostrils jingle as she exhales, and then she begins to speak.
CARTIER: I want to say a word about the legacy of a monarchy. Right now, the world has been absorbed with the pageantry and the spectacle of the British Royals. The death of Queen Elizabeth. The ascension of her oldest son, Charles, to the thousand year old throne. Even before this year, all eyes were on the marriage of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. I watched it myself. I cheered internally for sis. I was thrilled to see a woman with dark skin getting that Cinderella treatment. To witness the largest and longest lasting empire of planet Earth, the poster child for colonization and oppression, bring a woman of color into their fold was a once in a lifetime occurrence. I was hypnotized by it. A crown is more than just jewelry. It's more than just an heirloom passed down from generation to generation. It has a meaning and a history and a legacy, one that transcends the centuries. The jewels locked in London Towergo back to the times of the middle ages. The blood in the veins of King Charles is that same blood that beat through the heart of King Henry VIII. It's more than a family tree… it's history itself. And now, in Mainstream, so am I.
Cartier motions for Train, who stops fanning her with the palm frond and reaches behind the throne.
Train pulls an exorbitant crown from behind the throne. Massive and bejeweled, the crown looks as though it could weigh twenty pounds.
CARTIER: This is my coronation, Mainstream. I ascended to my throne the moment I walked in your doors… but today? Today you are going to recognize my place at the very top of the food chain in Mainstream. Last year, when Emma Douglas won the crown at the five year show, she ended up rising to the Mainstream Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. She's the number one target in this company, and it started by being crowned. Now, Queen Emma is gone. You can kiss the ring of Queen Cartier instead… and by this time next year? You can call me the Mainstream Champion as well. My legacy knows no other direction than up. All I do is rise. I rose to the top of the ladder in the Chase for the Crown, and I will rise to the top of the ladder in Mainstream next. And someday, my life will be in stained glass windows. I transcend. I am the crown. I am Mainstream. Now… do the honors, Train.
Cartier closes her eyes and leans back a tad as Freight Train lowers the heavy crown onto her head.
She waits a moment and then takes a deep breath before opening her eyes once more.
CARTIER: This is the dawn of a new era in Mainstream. The reign of Cartier I, the Black Queen. All hail.
The show fades to Commercial Break.