ROCKY DE LEON VS. RIA LOCKHART
“I’m So Hot” by Chrissy Chlapecka booms over the PA system, leading the PRIME faithful to shower down boos. Despite that, there’s a few that rush to the front row, cellphones in hand. As the beat drops, Ria Lockhart saunters out from the backstage area.
Wearing an extravagant white leather coat with a sparkling golden shawl sewn in, there’s also golden tassels attached to the sleeves and around the bottom. Covering her eyes are an expensive pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses. The frames are white and metallic, the lenses are gold and mirrored.
Vince Howard: Introducing first, making her way to the ring… standing at five feet six inches, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds… RIIIIIIIAAAAAAA LOOOOOOOCKHAAAAART!!!
Ria sashays down to ringside, doing her best to keep anyone from touching her as she does. Ria stops at the steps. She emphatically pulls her glasses off, making sure to tuck them into the inside pocket of her jacket. Lockhart slowly slides her jacket off, revealing her body in dramatic fashion. Once the jacket is off, Ria folds it up and tosses it into the corner underneath the ropes.
The RiIP climbs the steps and onto the ring apron. She takes a few sensuous steps before throwing a leg over the middle rope. Ria bends over to slide her upper body inside, taking her sweet time in doing so, giving people a show. She finally swings her other leg inside.
Ria walls over to the corner, fluffing her hair for a moment. She leans back against the turnbuckle pads, one foot resting against the bottom rope.
“Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard” by Streetlight Manifesto cuts through the arena.
The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
Vince Howard: Her opponent, making his way to the ring… standing six foot two and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds… THE LION OF LAREDO… ROOOOOOOCKY DEEE LEEEEEOOOOOON!
Rocky marches with a purpose to the edge of the ring. He runs up the ring steps quickly and wipes his feet on the apron before nimbly hopping over the ropes and waving to the crowd. Rocky points a finger to the crowd and bounds up the corner to the top turnbuckle, then gives a mighty bellowing SKREEEE! He pumps his fists in the air and hops down, all business.
Nick Stuart: The introductions have been made and we are ready to go!
DING DING
Nick Stuart: Two big personalities in small packages in what is bound to be a high energy exchange.
Richard Parker: And that damned Stu Weiler is back.
Nick Stuart: Really? We’re starting that again?
Richard does his best Severus Snape.
Richard Parker: Always.
Rocky offers to shake hands and Ria rebuffs him, leading to a smattering of boos. Quickly they tie up in a collar and elbow and Rocky twists behind then throws Ria with an arm drag and as she pops up and comes at him again, another, and another. Ria stays down and slaps the canvas in frustration as Rocky kips up and plays to the crowd.
She cracks her neck and stands up, engaging the luchador once again, this time pushing him back into the corner. As Ashley Barlow separates them, Ria holds her hands up and at just the right moment, lashes out to kick Rocky in the gut, drawing an admonishment from Barlow.
Nick Stuart: Ria is up to dirty tactics early in this one.
Richard Parker: Some say dirty. I say when opportunity knocks you gotta answer.
As Ria presses the attack and comes forward again, Rocky grabs her for a reversal into the corner. He launches a few shoulder tackles, drawing the support of the fans, before he bolts across the ring and cups both his hands to his mouth.
With a mighty SKREEEEE! He rushes across the ring and leaps into the air with a Pterosaur Splash. If one good turn deserves another, so too does a good splash and he is soon in position for another Pterosaur Splash. Rocky races across the ring and leaps, splashing into Ria a second time. The Trans Terror falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, but she isn’t safe from the attack of the luchador as he leaps up the corner nimbly and launches himself with a Plancha Suicida!
RAAAAAAAAA!
Nick Stuart: What a repertoire of moves for Rocky, he has Ria absolutely reeling.
Richard Parker: Respectively, I think it was reckless and I’d really like to see him restrained.
Nick Stuart: That’s quite a remark, Richard.
Richard Parker: Here’s a remark for you: Applesauce.
Rocky presses the attack, picking Ria up and whipping her into the barricade, which pushes backwards. A couple enterprising fans try to touch Ria’s hair and she snarls, nearly spitting on one. She doesn’t have time though as Rocky rushes, leaps up onto the apron and front flips off into a modified senton.
The pair crash together into the rail and the crowd, much like Peter Frampton, comes alive. Rocky is first to his feet and grabs Ria to roll her in the ring. She gets to her hands and knees, huffing and wondering what type of buzzsaw hit her.
Nick Stuart: Ria looks like she doesn’t know what to make of the high energy offense of Rocky.
Richard Parker: I don’t know if many people do, he has that super nerd writing up game plans for him.
Nick Stuart: Nerd or not, it’s effective tonight.
Rocky bursts toward the corner and leaps in the air off the second turnbuckle, but Ria instinctively rolls out of the way and there is nobody home! Rocky flails his arms and slaps into the mat like a belly flop. As he groans, Ria takes a moment to assess the situation before slowing the match down with a front choke!
Rocky pulls away and tries to fight his way out, but Ria is doing everything she can to not let him build another head of steam. The luchador fights toward the ropes and reaches out but is unable to grab them.
Nick Stuart: Ria has a solid lock and seems like she has no intention of letting it go.
Richard Parker: Rocky is in no man’s land out there!
Rocky looks like he is considering tapping out, but instead he digs deep into his fortitude and twists his body to reach a leg out and grabs at the ropes with the toes of his boot. He just barely reaches and Ashley Barlow is there to break the hold, which Ria does, but not before holding it a few seconds longer than she should.
Ria parades around with her hands out, showing off her curves, but she doesn’t see Rocky get back to his feet and hit her with a missile drop kick! She goes down and pops up quickly, only to see a leaping Pterosaur wrap his legs around her head and rotate backwards with a picture perfect hurricanrana.
Nick Stuart: There goes the FDP gaining the momentum again!
Richard Parker: No! I can’t stand when that nerd Stu Weiler does well!
Nick Stuart: But what about Rocky De Leon?
Richard Parker: Oh, I’m fine with him winning, it’s just that damn Stu Weiler I can’t stand! Look at him over there, looking smug with his laptop and his “I’m better than you glances at me.”
Nick Stuart: He hasn’t looked this way all match, Richard.
Richard Parker: It’s collusion! I’m telling you.
Nick shakes his head.
Back in the ring, Rocky is building steam once again. He bounds off the ropes waiting for Ria to stand, which she finally does hazily, and the FPD leaps, planting one foot on the middle rope and the other on the top. He soars through the air and cracks Ria in the jaw hard with his forearm, knocking her to the mat like a sack of potatoes.
Nick Stuart: The Flying Squirrel! That has to be it! Ria Lockhart looks like she is out cold!
Rocky slightly misjudged the power he needed and rolled right past his opponent. He turns and sees his opponent flat on their back and scrambles over to them to make the pin. The FDP puts in a deep hook and crosses the leg just to be sure that the pin is good enough.
Ashley Barlow slides into place and begins her count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Nick Stuart: Just like that Rocky picks up an impressive win and stops his skid!
Richard Parker: Eh, the kid needed a break. I can’t be mad about that!
Nick Stuart: What about Stu Weiler?
Richard Parker: No. *BEEP* that guy.
Nick Stuart: Well ladies and gentlemen of the PRIME fan base and the office that censors my partner, another barn burner is in the books and I am being told that our own Simon Tillier is standing by backstage! Take it away, Simon!