Millson vs Kahlan vs Tracks

[Millson and Simpson]

This match is a Triple Threat match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Whitby, England, weighing in at 235lbs, he is one half of the GHW Tag Team champions and the new GHW Television champion, Mighty Man Millson.



The crowd erupt in cheers as their home country compadre bursts through the curtain to a slightly remixed theme, Johnny Simpson by his side as always. Mighty Man Millson throws his GHW Tag Team title and his Television title into the air and smiles as his pop continues, before striding down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row members of the audience as he reaches them. The Ultimate Ego then hops onto the ring apron as he approaches the squared circle, before somersaulting over the top rope, leaping onto the turnbuckle as soon as his feet touch the floor. The Brit waits a few seconds to keep the crowd waiting, before throwing his titles into the air one more time, kissing the gold belts as he holds them aloft. Millson steps down to the ground and Simpson passes him a microphone, Millson wasting no time in adressing the London audience.

Tonight has already been a great night for me. I've been awarded the title that I have almost single-handedly held for the last two years, so I can have one more glorious run as the Television champion. And now I get to face Jack Tracks, one of the best up and coming stars this business has to offer and Kahlan Clarkson, one of the greatest female competitors to have ever stepped foot inside these hallowed ring-ropes. This will be good, don't switch off your TVR's, because your TV sets NEED... MORE... MILLSON!

Millson throws the microphone away and awaits his two opponents.

[Jack Tracks]

(Will also edit mine in once Millson puts in his, in case there's anything in his entrance that might affect mine. EDIT: Okay, nothing in my entrance will affect future entrances and matches. So, please get a match post going, Mill. This is going to be the only day I can write.)

[Nikki]

Will edit this soon, in case you want to start your match rp any sooner.

[Jack Tracks]

With all three competitors finally in the ring, they all back off to their respective corners, leaving only one neutral, where the referee retreats to. He gives the signal, and the bell rings to begin the triple-threat!

"And here we go! This is a pretty interesting match-up here. All three competitors bring a lot of technical ability to the table, but in very different ways."

"Not to mention different types of mean streaks going through all three. Kahlan's the most up-front on hers, but Millson and Tracks aren't exactly the nicest folks in the ring, either."

The three of them square off, eyes darting from one Fighty fighty person to the other. Tiny, cautious steps inch them each towards the center of the ring, waiting for a move to be made. The staredown goes on for a few seconds, before, finally, a flash of movement starts the match. While Tracks had been looking over to Kahlan, Triple-M makes his move, crashing into the Indianan with a big forearm, smacking him right into the ropes. Tracks bounces off the cables, and is met with another forearm right across the side of the skull. Millson takes advantage of the stunned Tracks, and takes a big handful of hair. He spins around, winding Jack up, before smashing his skull right into the turnbuckle that Tracks just came out of. With Jack pinned, he became easy prey, and Millson started to go to town with punches and forearms. With the pummeling raining down, Tracks did what he could to soften the blows, putting his arms up in front of his face and head. It manages to soften things a bit, but all it does it get Millson to switch things up, bringing some boots up to his opponent's stomach.

"And right out of the gate, Jack Tracks is getting More Millson than he probably wanted!"

"Damn, I wanted to say that! But you're right. We don't usually see him get this aggressive this early, but it's not a bad strategy. I know from watching each week here that Tracks is the kind of guy who can be hard to derail once he's on a roll. If you can cut him off before he even starts, that's a big step towards taking him out."

As Millson goes to town, some of the more astute fans seem a bit confused. Wasn't this supposed to be a three-way battle? The cameramen seem to wonder the same thing, as the next thing people at home would see was Kahlan standing on the apron, casually leaning against the ropes, watching the two men go at it. Upon seeing the camera there, Kahlan turns to the folks out there in TV Land and gives a wink. She puts her finger up to her lips in a "ssssh"ing motion, telling them not to let the two guys know she was there. As she was flirting with the camera, a roar could be heard from the crowd right as the screen changed. A few moments later, as Kahlan was shushing the audience, a streak of movement came in from just off-screen, and a hand came smacking across the back of her head. Holding the spot she got hit, Kahlan looked back to see that Millson just got whipped into the turnbuckle next to her.

"Well that's what you have coming to you when you try to get away from the action!"

"But hey, since the action came to her, she might as well get involved."

As she very well does. Frustrated at her plan getting so rudely interrupted. Kahland reaches over and digs her fingers into Triple-M's eyes, wrapping herself around the back of the post to get a good position. Millson screams in pain, trying to get his hands up to get those talons out of his face. The referee comes over, shouting over to Kahlan. "Hey, cut it out! 1! 2! 3..."

The ref wouldn't have too much to worry about, however. As Kahlan was taking advantage of Millson's helpless position, her head shot up just before her entire vision got filled with the bottom of Jack Tracks' boot. That big running foot of his hit with enough force to not only kick through MMM's head, but smack Kahlan's face good and hard, sending her flying from the post, before cracking her neck and chest along the announcer's table. The crowd comes up in a cheer at the two heels getting hit at once, especially with one of them having tried to sneak her way to a win.

Kahlan squirms on the floor, rubbing her throat from the impact. Back in the ring, Millson stumbles out of the corner, and right into Jack's waiting arms. The King of the Road snatches up the Tag Team Champion in a t-bone, and swings the man around, getting in a quick, but impactful t-bone suplex, which bounces both men on the mat. Taking the chance, Tracks goes for the first pinfall of the match.

"1...
2..."

[Millson and Simpson]

Showing tenacity and perseverance, Millson manages to raise his shoulder skywards as the referee slaps his hand to the mat for a second time, pushing the 250 pound frame of Tracks off him to break up the pinfall cover. Not perturbed by this, Tracks scrambles back to his feet and hits the ropes, returning to Millson as the Whitby Wonder manages to raise himself to his knees. Tracks thinks quickly, taking the positioning of the Mighty Man into account, before throwing both boots into the side of the Brit's cranium, sending Millson to the mat. Immediately follwing the Low Dropkick to the kneeling Millson, the Race Car Guru drops down onto the supine Millson and hooks the far leg, forcing the official into another pin count.

One...
Two...

Once again, the Wrestling Enterprise if forced to exert energy by forcing the 250 pounder off his shoulders at the count of 2 and this time, Tracks decides to wear down the Mighty Man so his next pinfall attempt can be unescapable. This is initiated by rolling Triple M onto his stomach and stepping over his back, before hooking his arms around the chin of the Ultimate Ego and pulling backwards. Tracks then completes the transition into the Camel Clutch by sitting down on Millson's spine, making the Chinlock more effective in making Triple M's escape attempts strenous. Millson flails his arms for a few moments, before realising his distance from the ropes and racking his brains for a counter to the manouver instead, his pain addled brain struggling to come up with a solution. However, delving deep into the realms of his technical prowess, he comes across a counter and acting quickly, Millson clutcjes the left ankle of the Race Car Guru. Triple M then rolls to his right, destroying the equilibirum of the Road King and sending Tracks back-first to the canvas, Millson ending up on top of him, while staring at the lights, still holding onto the ankle. The Ultimate Ego then clambers to his feet and before JT knows it, Millson is standing tall, twisting Tracks's ankle painfully with the Race Car Guru on the canvas, reaching for ropes that cannot be found.

What a counter from Millson, but I guess we shouldn't be too surprised. The man is a technical genius.

Tracks just found that out the hard way and he's being punished for it with a tight Ankle Lock.

Tracks tries to claw his way to the bottom rope, using his superior height, weight and strength to try and pull the Ultimate Ego along for the ride as he desperately reaches for the wire. However, knowing Tracks will most likely reach the ropes before submitting to the hold, Millson drops down to the mat and wraps his legs around the left trunk of the Red Flag Venturer, grapevining the limb of Tracks and adding extra leverage to the Ankle Lock, making the strength of Tracks null and void. JT raises his hand into the air, about to tap out to the excruciating hold, only for the forgotten competitor, Kahlan Clarkson, to slide into the ring and charge at the Wrestling Enterprise, smashing her knee into the cranial lobe of Millson. The Brit releases his grasp on Tracks and Clarkson goes to work on her fellow countryman, mounting Triple M and throwing lefts, rights and even a sole headbutt, Millson vainly attemtping to cover up as the Demonised Angel wages war on Millson's facial regions.

Clarkson finally releases Millson from her grasp as the first inkling of blood spurts from the mouth of the Wrestling Enterprise and as the man in the zebra stripes goes over to the Whitby Wonder to ask about stopping the match, Tracks begins to struggle to his feet, using the ropes for support. Seeing this, Kahlan walks behind JT and as Tracks gets to his feet, still favouring his left ankle, Clarkson channels Mitsuharu Misawa and spins on the balls of her feet, before throwing her right leg into the air, thrusting it into the nose of the Red Flag Venturer with a crack. Tracks goes down from the Roundhouse Kick and hits the mat, almost unconcious. However, with the referee still concerned with Millson, Kahlan's momentum is taken away from her in an instant, as Johnny Simpson makes his first impact in the match, entering the squared circle and grabbing the hair of Krazy K. As Clarkson tries to wriggle free from the clutches of the big man, Simpson scoops her up and slams her to the mat with a hard Bodyslam, before escaping the confines of the ring once again, the official oblivious to the nefarious deeds of Simpson.

What the hell? Johnny Simpson just walked into the ring, Bodyslammed a woman and left. Who does he think he is?

The referee isn't ejecting him from ringside, so he obliviously didn't do enough wrong to warrant a punishment.

The referee wasn't even watching. He was too busy with Millson. What match are you even watching, Al?

TBC

[Nikki]

Rolled over onto her side, the Geordie rubs a hand over her lower back trying to sooth the pain away. She is distracted by the act and so doesn’t realise until it is too late as a big elbow lands on her to flatten her across the canvas, courtesy of her Mighty opponent. She remains too dazed for the entirety of the process which leads to her leg being hooked into a pin. Her fortunate solace however, is that Jack Tracks still has an invested interest into this contest. While Kahlan’s eyes are seeing birdies and stars amongst the lights covering the rafters up above, her view is obstructed by the big man invading it as he lands a big stomp to break the referee’s count.

Kahlan is quickly forgotten in the midst of things to follow. Triple M reels away from his opponent. Instead, he springs up to throw a kick into the bladder region of Tracks, only just above his groin, doubling him over. As MMM hooks the unprotected neck presented to him into a front face-lock, he is caught by surprise for an instant later he finds himself lifted up, laid across the shoulders of his opponent in a fireman’s carry. Nevertheless, the moment of bewilderment passes by rather quickly, allowing the Englishman to dig in deep into his hat of technical arsenal. A couple of stiff elbows and a wiggle allow him to slip off his opponent’s shoulders and get back down to the mat. He uses Jack’s moment of confusion to get behind him and reapply the front face-lock, albeit inverted.

Eyeing this entire flurry of action out from the corner of her eyes, Kahlan is given the cue when Milson latches on Tracks. She springs off the second rope facing the Fighty fighty persons, flying past Milson and Tracks on her way to land at the far end of the ring, but not before coiling her right arm around the head and neck of her countryman. Kahlan brings Milson down hand in hand with gravity. The impact shakes the overall structure, because not only does the back of Milson’s head crashes into the solid floor, but so does Jack’s. The three bodies remain grounded until the vibrations subside, and then Kahlan is back up this time running over to the adjacent set of ropes.

Colin: Springboard Moonsault! Kahlan goes for a pin, can Milson kick out?
Al: He doesn’t need to because Jack is back on the road, driving over to stop the attempt! Alas that was close! Kahlan is in the zone baby!
Colin: But so is Jack Tracks. We have seen this wonderful talent rise and shine here on Triumph and the limit is the sky for him right now. A win here and then think of the wonders it will do for his confidence.
Al: I think Kahlan and Milson will have a thing or two to say about that. We are in LONDON BABY! After all, these are the best of the crop out of Britain and boy how these Brits can put on an awesome wrestling match!

Meanwhile, JT picks Kahlan up and off of Milson through respective holds onto the scruff of her neck and the waistline of her trousers. He swings her back and on her way he sends her shuttling though the Square’s cables and to the outside. His hands dusting off add insult to the injury, despite engrossing him further into his showmanship for the fans. This provides a weakness too opportune for someone like Milson not to exploit. Tracks realises there is an arm slipping up in between his legs, but ahead of managing to do something about it, he finds himself rolled up onto his shoulders. Lady Luck smiles down on him. His vigorous struggles let him break away just in time. In retaliation he hooks an arm under that opposing of Milson as soon as he takes a step towards him. The significance of this is the result it provides when JT revolves around taking Milson off of his feet, dropping him prone onto his back, after hurling him overhead. Jack releases the arm and turns to the ropes from which he bounces back running. On his return he gets into position to deliver a move but finds himself picked up via an arm wrapped around his waist. From there, there is only one place to go afterwards, and that is down.

Outside of the ring Kahlan flaps her arms as she is cast into flight by Simpson. She winds up crashing into a set of steel steps. Her head bounces off the metal rather sickly, much to the joy of her massive aggressor. Too quickly she finds herself brought up again, only to be thrown this time over the steel barriers and into the crowd beyond it. She scrambles up onto her hands and knees within the pocket created amongst the fans. Her prospects however do not seem that bright. A quick glance over her shoulder and she has Simpson already climbing over onto her side of the barrier. The Slayer, being too experienced in the art of fighting off giants decides to equip herself with a weapon to deal with the threat. Her opponent, one leg already over the barricade and the other in pursuit sees the nicely folded chair in her hands and stops dead still. Kahlan is surprised when he shakes his head a resounding no and retreats after pointing out to what Kahlan is holding.

Al: That is smart and you don’t normally realise that in big men like Simpson. He absolutely didn’t want anything to do with Kahlan while she held a steel chair to back her up.
Colin: Well Simpson shouldn’t be here in the first place. First the interference earlier and now he is trying to isolate Milson with Tracks by fending off Kahlan from the ring. The referee needs to get a grip and show him the way out. This is really ridiculous! The fans are being deprived of what could be a wonderful Triple Threat the likes of which they may not get to witness in a long while to come.

TBC???