Post by The Commissioner on May 20, 2020 16:57:10 GMT -5
PrimeTime's third edition was loaded with six matches, including bouts in the inaugural Alberta Wrestling Federation Provincial Championship tournaments, a tornado turmoil match, and two tag matches with plenty of tensions stirred. This week's main event was surely a unique sort of match not yet seen in the Alberta Wrestling Federation, and the crowd couldn't have had it any other way - except maybe for its ending. Trent Beretta & Chuck Taylor get the win on paper, but Priscilla Kelly and Prince Albert make their resounding statement in the process - check it out below!
Chuck takes a step towards Priscilla, locks eyes with Albert then slowly takes a step back.
Chuck Taylor
Hey! I will not stand here, and let you imply that my best friend is special needs! I’ll have you know, he’s a very intelligent man. We do NOT ride the short bus in this household! Show em Trent!
Chuck slaps Trent on the chest and hands him the microphone.
Trent Beretta
Boise
Chuck Taylor
(Leaning into Trent's mic) Capital of Idaho
Trent Beretta
Sacramento
Chuck Taylor
Capital of California
Trent turns towards the crowd.
Trent Beretta
Torrroontooooo
Chuck Taylor
The greatest city in the world!
The crowd gives a small pop that quickly dies down as both men turn back to their competition with goofy smiles on their face. Trent takes a step towards Ironside, puts his elbow on his shoulder leaning on him.
Trent Beretta
Now, Maxie. You are correct. We are the most tried and true tag team AWF, no! The whole world has to offer. You are correct, we are going to give it our all tonight against you two. You are correct! When you say we will take on all challengers for our titles.
Chuck stands in the background smacking the title with wild eyes. Trent takes his elbow off his shoulder and faces Ironside.
Trent Beretta
However, you are incorrect, when you say we will be putting these titles on the line tonight. We welcome any and all to challenge us. Unfortunately, Bruce Bret Bookerman hasn’t officially recognized us as the tag champions we rightfully are, so we can’t defend them. But, I do respect your hustle, and I like how gung-ho you are..Muttley (turning to Priscilla and pointing at her) and yes, that makes you Dick Dasterdly.
Chuck Taylor
(leaning into Trent’s mic) More like the Slag Brothers!
Trent Beretta
And you can call us Penelope Pitstop, because we always come out on top!
Their focus on Priscilla Kelly, they don’t catch Prince Albert rushing toward them until both of their heads are nearly decapitated with his double clothesline. In an instant: Priscilla rolls out of the ring, Max Ironside retreats to his corner, Albert grabs Taylor by the hair and tights to hurl him over the top rope, Don Quintillis requests the bell.
Ding!
A knee is dropped onto Trent’s face before Prince Albert drops to his knees to lay in punches. The neck is pulled awkwardly as he rises and Beretta looks like a toy with how he’s hauled up and swung around for the reverse STO facebreaker. A sadist only in the squared circle, a pinfall isn’t Albert’s focus as he forces Trent into the corner to kick and knee away at his seated foe. Both hands pull at the neck to bring Trent up, but his body recoils at the open palm chop Albert claps relentlessly in the middle of his chest. His massive palm claws around Beretta’s neck for a choke, and Don Quintillis isn’t having it.
Don Quintillis: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
I SAID BREAK IT UP!--
FOUR!
Albert attempts to intimidate the referee but the senior referee has seen those like him. Another open palm chop forces another recoil, but Beretta’s body is soon found flying in the air anyway after the Prince chucks him to the other side. Trying to pull himself up via the other turnbuckle, the legal half of the Best Friends doesn’t notice until it’s much too late: the running splash into the corner that causes the crowd to oooo and aaah at its devastation. Albert backs up with a disgusted glare, Trent’s body falling limp to its knees and his head falling toward the bigger man, who catches it with both hands and begins to squeeze around the skull.
Lance Storm: A fiery start by Prince Albert. It’s almost as if everything he gets from Priscilla is pent up for these moments.
Prince Albert: Ask him ref!
Trent strains, arms trying to stretch out but limping as Albert seems to find a way to squeeze tighter and tighter without yet bursting the man’s skull to bits. Don Quintillis stays on one knee, trying to get a word out of Beretta, but only hollers are uttered.
Prince Albert: How’s ya head, Trent?!
A harder squeeze, a closer look by Quintillis.
Prince Albert: (Native Boston accent slipping in anger) Need a cawfee now, punk?! Want some Timmies?! Got something smart to say now?!
The grip is used to force Trent to both feet, Albert barreling his head down into Beretta’s face as he comes up, forcing the body right back down like a fifteen pound sack of flour. No letting up: an elbow drop to the heart.
As he sits following his execution, the Prince notices his Queen biting her lip and watching on intently from outside. She grabs her crotch, causing his widened eyes and initiates his drooling. He stands, still staring, but must have caught Max Ironside in his peripheral, because his head suddenly turns with dismay. Ironside’s head bops back and he’s suddenly on the defensive, darting ready looks at the two people who are meant to be his allies on the night.
Albert turns only to be met with a dropkick to the face from Chuck Taylor, who has decided to take matters into his own hands. As the big man recovers, Taylor tells the referee about something behind him that catches his attention, but it likely was just a ruse for Chuck’s plan: a low blow to Albert before rebounding off the ropes and taking the man back to the mat with a slingblade.
Christian Cage: He’s not even legal!
Taylor rebounds off the ropes - but Kelly caught his foot and he’s facedown. Don Quintillis reprimands the woman outside as an angry Prince Albert has recovered and attempts to gouge his fingers into the eyes of Chuck. The only reprieve is Quintillis’ attention turning back, and Trent having enough wherewithal to dispatch a swinging neckbreaker as the masochist is preoccupied.
The Best Friends gather their bearings together and tuck Albert’s chin under both their arms - double reverse vertical suplex leaves the man’s face on the apron. They await his attempt to build back his base, before Chuck Taylor rebounds off the ropes and in with a knee trembler that knocks right into Trent Beretta’s backstabber into Chuck Taylor’s superkick into Trent Beretta’s FameAsser! He hooks the legs!
Don Quintillis: ONE!....
TWO!.....
TH--
BROKEN UP BY IRONSIDE
Lance Storm: The first cover of the match is a close near fall, and that’s because this action has not stopped.
The Best Friends do not waste time in returning to their attack, but Prince Albert shoos away their dual grapple once on his feet, sends another headbutt to Trent, and forces Chuck’s head into his own knee. The shot reels Chuck back towards the ropes as Albert stretches out his hand for Ironside’s enthusiastic tag. Over the top rope hops Ironside as Albert charges Taylor and clotheslines him to the outside.
Ironside is met with defensive shots from Trent as Albert chases Taylor to the arena floor. Max attempts to stop the flurry with an Irish whip that’s reversed; the springboard back elbow comes from unexpectedly, however, and connects. Trent’s shoulders are down.
Don Quintillis: ONE!.......
TWO!......
KICKOUT
Cut to the outside of the ring, where Priscilla Kelly annoyingly screams toward Chuck Taylor as Prince Albert sends blow after blow to the back -- until Taylor manages to shoulder block drive him spine-first into the ringpost. He shoulder blocks him again before committing to a sort of backwards head slam to the post. The Prince drops to all fours and down comes Taylor with a legdrop to the back of his head.
Inside the ring again: tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Tr-- no, Max slips behind into a crucifix and into the pin now.
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
TWO!............
T---
KICKOUT
Trent rolls to his feet but his body folds at the velocity of Ironside’s fast and crisp corkscrew roundhouse kick to the head. Another pin.
Don Quintillis: ONE!..........
TWO!........
TH--
KICKOUT
Ironside is back to his feet and to the ropes - but he doesn’t rebound! Suicide dive between the top and middle ropes! He takes out Chuck Taylor on the outside taking a page out of his own book!
Lance Storm: A wiley Max Ironside on display here.
Taylor lays against the ring barricade and Ironside’s focus is back into the ring. Trent catches him a superkick to the jaw the minute he’s back in, however, and hooks the leg.
Don Quintillis: ONE!...........
TWO!.......
KICKOUT
Trent at this point looks totally gassed, but won’t stop from crawling toward the ropes to use as support. Max looks groggy as he attempts to get to his, nearly falling back to the ground at one point thanks to the unsteady nature of his stance. The same ropes used for support are used for a springboard by Beretta, and it seems all Max can think to do is match the same move: the crossbodies collide! Both men’s bodies smack loudly together and land limply on the mat, Trent backflat, Max facefirst. Seconds go by and Quintillis has no choice.
Don Quintillis: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Prince Albert stirs on the outside as Priscilla Kelly pets his crotch like Vito Corleone might to a pussycat in his own grasp. In the same level of trance the Godfather might cast upon his mafiosos, her toy rises to a snarl and growl. Noticing Chuck Taylor sat barely moving against the barricade, his first action is to make this sure: bicycle kick to the downed Taylor! His body limps to the side.
Lance Storm: That could very well be the last we see of Chuck in this match.
Don Quintillis: FIVE!
Albert walks over to his corner with a determined walk.
Don Quintillis: SIX!
Onto the apron and his arm outstretched to his partner, who crawls on his belly at his best available pace.
Don Quintillis: SEVEN!
Ironside uses likely his last bits of energy to push his body up into better positioning.
Don Quintillis: EIGHT!
No, one last spurt! The jump! The count stops!
And the hand is pulled away! Max drops but no contact was made with Albert! The crowd immediately outbursts in boos while Priscilla can be audibly heard off camera laughing a raucous and proud laugh. Ironside looks up at Albert but doesn’t look surprised as the big man enters the ring, still untagged. Trent has pulled himself to his feet by way of his legal turnbuckle but isn’t ready for it: BICYCLE KICK! Again, Beretta’s body folds in half and he looks completely out of it.
Lance Storm: What is this all about? Is he going to be a team player or not?
Ironside has managed to pick himself to his feet, but he too isn’t ready for it: BICYCLE KICK! The boos grow as Albert grabs Trent’s body and places it over Max Ironside’s, Priscilla Kelly climbing the apron with her tongue sticking out.
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
TWO!.........
THREE!
DING DING DING
Even though the Best Friends’ music plays, no cheers are heard. The only people standing are the referee, Priscilla, and the Prince. Kelly enters the ring and jumps on Albert who catches her before engaging in a disgusting French kiss.
Mark Beverly: The winners of this match - Trent Beretta and Chuck Taylor: THE BEST! FRIENDS!
Kelly disengages herself and begins to stand over the pinning predicament - a situation which has not moved since being placed. Her face turns up and she steps back. Prince Albert seems to know what this means, grabbing Trent by his hair and his tights and sending him over the top rope to lay side by side with his ‘winning’ partner. After that, Albert grabs hold of Ironside with both hands around his neck before scooping him high up over his head with ease.
Christian Cage: Derailer! Yes! This is how you make a statement! It’s all about that World’s Championship! Soften him up dammit! That’s the only thing those two like soft, I’ll tell you!
Thirst still unquenched, Albert has another two handed choke grip on Ironside as a way to pull him up. A military press is employed and he begins to carry Ironside around the ring like a trophy. Priscilla watches intently, her lips wet with her own drooling spell at the sight. She begins to giggle like a giddy little girl when Prince Albert begins pumping Ironside like a smith machine shoulder press.
Christian Cage: Do you see this?! Do you?! Do you see your future World’s Championship duo?!
Prince Albert and his trophy face the hard camera and down: the military press Michinoku driver makes its debut! A bag of popcorn hits Albert on the shoulder as Priscilla Kelly’s music begins to play. The Prince looms over his vanquished as his queen steps over the fallen and begins to literally sit on Ironside’s face. A view from the arena floor’s broken bodies and then the apron up at the carnage inside the ring.
Best Friends d. Priscilla Kelly & Max Ironside in 12:51
Chuck Taylor
Hey! I will not stand here, and let you imply that my best friend is special needs! I’ll have you know, he’s a very intelligent man. We do NOT ride the short bus in this household! Show em Trent!
Chuck slaps Trent on the chest and hands him the microphone.
Trent Beretta
Boise
Chuck Taylor
(Leaning into Trent's mic) Capital of Idaho
Trent Beretta
Sacramento
Chuck Taylor
Capital of California
Trent turns towards the crowd.
Trent Beretta
Torrroontooooo
Chuck Taylor
The greatest city in the world!
The crowd gives a small pop that quickly dies down as both men turn back to their competition with goofy smiles on their face. Trent takes a step towards Ironside, puts his elbow on his shoulder leaning on him.
Trent Beretta
Now, Maxie. You are correct. We are the most tried and true tag team AWF, no! The whole world has to offer. You are correct, we are going to give it our all tonight against you two. You are correct! When you say we will take on all challengers for our titles.
Chuck stands in the background smacking the title with wild eyes. Trent takes his elbow off his shoulder and faces Ironside.
Trent Beretta
However, you are incorrect, when you say we will be putting these titles on the line tonight. We welcome any and all to challenge us. Unfortunately, Bruce Bret Bookerman hasn’t officially recognized us as the tag champions we rightfully are, so we can’t defend them. But, I do respect your hustle, and I like how gung-ho you are..Muttley (turning to Priscilla and pointing at her) and yes, that makes you Dick Dasterdly.
Chuck Taylor
(leaning into Trent’s mic) More like the Slag Brothers!
Trent Beretta
And you can call us Penelope Pitstop, because we always come out on top!
Their focus on Priscilla Kelly, they don’t catch Prince Albert rushing toward them until both of their heads are nearly decapitated with his double clothesline. In an instant: Priscilla rolls out of the ring, Max Ironside retreats to his corner, Albert grabs Taylor by the hair and tights to hurl him over the top rope, Don Quintillis requests the bell.
Ding!
A knee is dropped onto Trent’s face before Prince Albert drops to his knees to lay in punches. The neck is pulled awkwardly as he rises and Beretta looks like a toy with how he’s hauled up and swung around for the reverse STO facebreaker. A sadist only in the squared circle, a pinfall isn’t Albert’s focus as he forces Trent into the corner to kick and knee away at his seated foe. Both hands pull at the neck to bring Trent up, but his body recoils at the open palm chop Albert claps relentlessly in the middle of his chest. His massive palm claws around Beretta’s neck for a choke, and Don Quintillis isn’t having it.
Don Quintillis: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
I SAID BREAK IT UP!--
FOUR!
Albert attempts to intimidate the referee but the senior referee has seen those like him. Another open palm chop forces another recoil, but Beretta’s body is soon found flying in the air anyway after the Prince chucks him to the other side. Trying to pull himself up via the other turnbuckle, the legal half of the Best Friends doesn’t notice until it’s much too late: the running splash into the corner that causes the crowd to oooo and aaah at its devastation. Albert backs up with a disgusted glare, Trent’s body falling limp to its knees and his head falling toward the bigger man, who catches it with both hands and begins to squeeze around the skull.
Lance Storm: A fiery start by Prince Albert. It’s almost as if everything he gets from Priscilla is pent up for these moments.
Prince Albert: Ask him ref!
Trent strains, arms trying to stretch out but limping as Albert seems to find a way to squeeze tighter and tighter without yet bursting the man’s skull to bits. Don Quintillis stays on one knee, trying to get a word out of Beretta, but only hollers are uttered.
Prince Albert: How’s ya head, Trent?!
A harder squeeze, a closer look by Quintillis.
Prince Albert: (Native Boston accent slipping in anger) Need a cawfee now, punk?! Want some Timmies?! Got something smart to say now?!
The grip is used to force Trent to both feet, Albert barreling his head down into Beretta’s face as he comes up, forcing the body right back down like a fifteen pound sack of flour. No letting up: an elbow drop to the heart.
As he sits following his execution, the Prince notices his Queen biting her lip and watching on intently from outside. She grabs her crotch, causing his widened eyes and initiates his drooling. He stands, still staring, but must have caught Max Ironside in his peripheral, because his head suddenly turns with dismay. Ironside’s head bops back and he’s suddenly on the defensive, darting ready looks at the two people who are meant to be his allies on the night.
Albert turns only to be met with a dropkick to the face from Chuck Taylor, who has decided to take matters into his own hands. As the big man recovers, Taylor tells the referee about something behind him that catches his attention, but it likely was just a ruse for Chuck’s plan: a low blow to Albert before rebounding off the ropes and taking the man back to the mat with a slingblade.
Christian Cage: He’s not even legal!
Taylor rebounds off the ropes - but Kelly caught his foot and he’s facedown. Don Quintillis reprimands the woman outside as an angry Prince Albert has recovered and attempts to gouge his fingers into the eyes of Chuck. The only reprieve is Quintillis’ attention turning back, and Trent having enough wherewithal to dispatch a swinging neckbreaker as the masochist is preoccupied.
The Best Friends gather their bearings together and tuck Albert’s chin under both their arms - double reverse vertical suplex leaves the man’s face on the apron. They await his attempt to build back his base, before Chuck Taylor rebounds off the ropes and in with a knee trembler that knocks right into Trent Beretta’s backstabber into Chuck Taylor’s superkick into Trent Beretta’s FameAsser! He hooks the legs!
Don Quintillis: ONE!....
TWO!.....
TH--
BROKEN UP BY IRONSIDE
Lance Storm: The first cover of the match is a close near fall, and that’s because this action has not stopped.
The Best Friends do not waste time in returning to their attack, but Prince Albert shoos away their dual grapple once on his feet, sends another headbutt to Trent, and forces Chuck’s head into his own knee. The shot reels Chuck back towards the ropes as Albert stretches out his hand for Ironside’s enthusiastic tag. Over the top rope hops Ironside as Albert charges Taylor and clotheslines him to the outside.
Ironside is met with defensive shots from Trent as Albert chases Taylor to the arena floor. Max attempts to stop the flurry with an Irish whip that’s reversed; the springboard back elbow comes from unexpectedly, however, and connects. Trent’s shoulders are down.
Don Quintillis: ONE!.......
TWO!......
KICKOUT
Cut to the outside of the ring, where Priscilla Kelly annoyingly screams toward Chuck Taylor as Prince Albert sends blow after blow to the back -- until Taylor manages to shoulder block drive him spine-first into the ringpost. He shoulder blocks him again before committing to a sort of backwards head slam to the post. The Prince drops to all fours and down comes Taylor with a legdrop to the back of his head.
Inside the ring again: tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Tr-- no, Max slips behind into a crucifix and into the pin now.
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
TWO!............
T---
KICKOUT
Trent rolls to his feet but his body folds at the velocity of Ironside’s fast and crisp corkscrew roundhouse kick to the head. Another pin.
Don Quintillis: ONE!..........
TWO!........
TH--
KICKOUT
Ironside is back to his feet and to the ropes - but he doesn’t rebound! Suicide dive between the top and middle ropes! He takes out Chuck Taylor on the outside taking a page out of his own book!
Lance Storm: A wiley Max Ironside on display here.
Taylor lays against the ring barricade and Ironside’s focus is back into the ring. Trent catches him a superkick to the jaw the minute he’s back in, however, and hooks the leg.
Don Quintillis: ONE!...........
TWO!.......
KICKOUT
Trent at this point looks totally gassed, but won’t stop from crawling toward the ropes to use as support. Max looks groggy as he attempts to get to his, nearly falling back to the ground at one point thanks to the unsteady nature of his stance. The same ropes used for support are used for a springboard by Beretta, and it seems all Max can think to do is match the same move: the crossbodies collide! Both men’s bodies smack loudly together and land limply on the mat, Trent backflat, Max facefirst. Seconds go by and Quintillis has no choice.
Don Quintillis: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Prince Albert stirs on the outside as Priscilla Kelly pets his crotch like Vito Corleone might to a pussycat in his own grasp. In the same level of trance the Godfather might cast upon his mafiosos, her toy rises to a snarl and growl. Noticing Chuck Taylor sat barely moving against the barricade, his first action is to make this sure: bicycle kick to the downed Taylor! His body limps to the side.
Lance Storm: That could very well be the last we see of Chuck in this match.
Don Quintillis: FIVE!
Albert walks over to his corner with a determined walk.
Don Quintillis: SIX!
Onto the apron and his arm outstretched to his partner, who crawls on his belly at his best available pace.
Don Quintillis: SEVEN!
Ironside uses likely his last bits of energy to push his body up into better positioning.
Don Quintillis: EIGHT!
No, one last spurt! The jump! The count stops!
And the hand is pulled away! Max drops but no contact was made with Albert! The crowd immediately outbursts in boos while Priscilla can be audibly heard off camera laughing a raucous and proud laugh. Ironside looks up at Albert but doesn’t look surprised as the big man enters the ring, still untagged. Trent has pulled himself to his feet by way of his legal turnbuckle but isn’t ready for it: BICYCLE KICK! Again, Beretta’s body folds in half and he looks completely out of it.
Lance Storm: What is this all about? Is he going to be a team player or not?
Ironside has managed to pick himself to his feet, but he too isn’t ready for it: BICYCLE KICK! The boos grow as Albert grabs Trent’s body and places it over Max Ironside’s, Priscilla Kelly climbing the apron with her tongue sticking out.
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
TWO!.........
THREE!
DING DING DING
Even though the Best Friends’ music plays, no cheers are heard. The only people standing are the referee, Priscilla, and the Prince. Kelly enters the ring and jumps on Albert who catches her before engaging in a disgusting French kiss.
Mark Beverly: The winners of this match - Trent Beretta and Chuck Taylor: THE BEST! FRIENDS!
Kelly disengages herself and begins to stand over the pinning predicament - a situation which has not moved since being placed. Her face turns up and she steps back. Prince Albert seems to know what this means, grabbing Trent by his hair and his tights and sending him over the top rope to lay side by side with his ‘winning’ partner. After that, Albert grabs hold of Ironside with both hands around his neck before scooping him high up over his head with ease.
Christian Cage: Derailer! Yes! This is how you make a statement! It’s all about that World’s Championship! Soften him up dammit! That’s the only thing those two like soft, I’ll tell you!
Thirst still unquenched, Albert has another two handed choke grip on Ironside as a way to pull him up. A military press is employed and he begins to carry Ironside around the ring like a trophy. Priscilla watches intently, her lips wet with her own drooling spell at the sight. She begins to giggle like a giddy little girl when Prince Albert begins pumping Ironside like a smith machine shoulder press.
Christian Cage: Do you see this?! Do you?! Do you see your future World’s Championship duo?!
Prince Albert and his trophy face the hard camera and down: the military press Michinoku driver makes its debut! A bag of popcorn hits Albert on the shoulder as Priscilla Kelly’s music begins to play. The Prince looms over his vanquished as his queen steps over the fallen and begins to literally sit on Ironside’s face. A view from the arena floor’s broken bodies and then the apron up at the carnage inside the ring.
Best Friends d. Priscilla Kelly & Max Ironside in 12:51