Post by Anton Chase on Jun 16, 2017 7:19:07 GMT -5
(In an unknown location somewhere in Nashville, Tennessee we see Anton Chase. Anton keeps his back to the camera, as he speaks. He stops, smirks and tilts his head and turns around. His hair is long and wavy, Anton wearing a black buttoned shirt and some black jeans.)
"So where do I begin right? I mean this has been boiling up since the very beginning between us hasn't it Trixie? Since the very first show at Redemption Wrestling this has taken us to other companies and continued our bitterness hatred for one and other. And now we are here in Union Battleground for the final time. The final meeting between us will come here in Nashville, Tennessee."
(Anton smirks looking straight down to the camera)
"I've been here in Tennessee for a few days now and I've always been welcomed with open arms and what I've know about Tennessee is that's it's famous for country music but recently it's going to be famous for being the final appearance of Trixie. You see Trixie you saw just a small glimpse of what I can do back at BOLA in Los, Angeles and since Bola things between us have gotten even worse. It has gotten to the point where it's need a final match otherwise where just at a stand-still."
(Anton pauses)
"A few weeks ago I was in a match with Nemesis and I had the salvation group around the ring, circling like dogs they are and yet you and your prodigy Tornado decide to come to my aid. Decided to interfere in my match and ultimately make things worse. And that's exactly what you did Trixie make things worse. Just like back in Redemption where you made the Genesis championship worse. You are simply a disease in this business and I'm going to remedy that finally."
(Anton looks deep into the camera)
"Trixie for people who are keeping score I believe we are 2-2 on record against each other that is not including our matches against each other over in Redemption. We are 2-2 so at Guerrilla Warfare we must end this either way. But he is something you can do, I believe everyone has a choice to make in their lives. A choice that can direct their lives to either good or bad turn of events. Here is your choice Trixie, go to Axel Graves and cancel the match. I am giving you this choice simple because I don't want to enter the match with the intent of breaking you. But I will I will enter the ring with the intent of shattering your leg I will aim for your knees and end your ever growing career. If you insist on believing that your better than me then I will have no choice. You will have pushed me to do this Trixie."
(Anton pauses)
"You would have pushed me to the brink of that I would have to make you fall back into the fetal position and lose all ability to function Trixie, you have stolen enough of my time. Trixie you may not take this threat seriously but I beg of you that you do. I beg for your own sake that you take everything I say today with every passion of tone in my voice. If you do not Trixie I will make sure by the time that bell rings to award me the victory I will have you beaten, battered and broken. Trixie I promise you that."
(Anton smirks into the camera)
"Trixie not everyone can make it in this industry but I'll give you some credit you've done well. You won a few championships here and there but every time I see or hear your name I want to wrap my hands around your scrawny neck and choke the life out. I get to do that at Guerrilla Warfare. I will show the corpse of Trixie to the Battle Underground faithful and let them see what a 32 year old man can still do between the ropes. And the aftermath of your death Trixie will see me get what I want and that's a title shot for the heavyweight championship. Trixie I have been training like never before, I have been keeping to a strict regiment and I've never felt better. I have felt stronger, quicker and my determined than ever."
(Anton pauses)
"All I see right now is a 133lbs girl who was handed this business and now you're going to be thrown out of this business like a rag-doll. I busted my ass in this industry. Busted my ass every day, spent my time setting up wrestling rings that I can do it blindfolded. My time, My sweat and my blood with my bare hands. It ends at Guerrilla Warfare finally."
(Anton pauses before speaking)
"So Trixie you do have a choice in this and that's either bow out or get hurt, you're choice."
TRIXIE "I know. I can't think of any better place to lay to rest Anton Chase and make this Trixie Championship really matter. But this match is a little more. Anton is a thief, a bad egg who cost my tag team a match with Salvation, he's stolen my title on numerous occasions, but what really is driving me is he tried to ruin my Trixie title. That's the final chapter."
Trixie can't help but chuckle
TRIXIE "It's about Redemption. Spooky, that's the company this all began on."
Chaz Fisher: "And why'ya going to win this one, Trix?"
TRIXIE "I've spent a whole two weeks back in my old gym honing…honing my craft. My superkick now is so finally tuned I can swat Anton out of the air with a kick. My armbar I've learned how to tweak the wrist so Anton will be tapping or I start snapping. "
Chaz Fisher: "Watch out Anton Chase. And that will bring us to…Slap, Piledrive or Bury Alive…"
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TRIXIE'S SNAPCHAT STORY
We see a quick glimpse of the red bricks with a white graffiti "2 - 2" underneath "Trixie - Anton". Only the 2 under Trixie is crossed out in pink and a 3 next to it is sprayed with her caption: "Nashville, Come Watch It Happen. #FinalChapter"
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INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - BEDROOM - JUNE 2017
Trixie stands with the Trixie Championship wrapped around her waist in the best shape of her life. After two weeks spent dark, quite off Twitter aside the odd Tweet here and there, she spent much of her time back at her roots. Flint Michigan, working hard on herself and now stands confident, looking fantastic before the camera as she begins to count on two hands.
TRIXIE "Winter Solstice. Trixie. Glory in Japan. Trixie. Fallout. Anton. BOLA. Anton. Our Battle has crossed globe and carried on and on and on. Until now."
Trixie ends with two hands with two fingers up, slowly clapping her hands together with a much anticipated smirk showing how excited she was to face Anton Chase. One. Last. Time.
TRIXIE "Now is a match I've spent two weeks in a school in Michigan working on my craft. Now I can superkick ANYBODY out of mid-air, so good luck on your aerial game Anton. As a Champion, I want to be in the best fighting shape of my life. I'm the Trixie Champion, the title you tried to ruin, claimed to sell on eBay. Well it's around my waist and I'm walking into Guerrilla Warfare to show you how a champion fights."
This was down to Anton's corkscrew senton he hit at BOLA. Trixie improved, she watched the tapes and saw his aerial game as a threat. Now she converted Anton's strength into an opportunity for her, her superior striking skills with one of the top moves in pro wrestling. Trixie smirks, knowing this but it evaporates quickly as she's reminded of recent events in Union Battleground involving her and Anton.
TRIXIE "You cost Beautiful Storm a win against Salvation and that's why I'm making sure my tag team partner is so thankful when I dropkick all the air out of your lungs. You're up against me Anton. The girl who beat you twice in one night. Pinfalls? I'm 3 to 1. You have a ladder match and congratulations on your ability to climb. In Nashville, I'm going to fulfil my promise I made. I'm going to get my Wrestling Apology from you. You're going to tap out to me an apologise for stealing my title twice. Eliminating me from the tournament when Union Battleground began. Attempting to ruin it and sell it. All the names you've ever called me and lastly, for ever. EVER trying to diminish me as some barbie doll who can't wrestle. I can. I WILL trap you and do a number on your arm, Anton."
Trixie says drawing back to her promise at Fallout. The wrestling apology and the curl of her lips shows her delight in knowing Anton had long since forgotten that was what she was after. She definitely didn't forget, and now, in Nashville as she knocks her shoulders back , she was ready to lock in the armbar, the only way to truly end this feud was with Anton's wrestling apology in her mind.
TRIXIE "Guerrilla Warfare will be gritty, gory and that's not describing the 20 person spectacular. That's our tagline, Anton. But the end of the story comes with you officially apologising in the ring, giving up in front of the twenty thousand fans in the Bridgestone Arena, all witnesses to my armbar Trixietastic finally and claiming the third and final victory."
Trixie takes a quick look at the Trixie title. Unbuckling it to gaze at the title. To the unfamiliar crowd, it was a constant reminder in bout one, Trixie beat Anton. It was a reminder that Trixie was better and butterflies in her stomach fluttered as she thought about finally proving it on Union Battleground soil, the long awaited win she wanted, needed, to be chalked up as a submission win. Trixie puts her title over her shoulder and double tucks her hair behind her ears so her whole face can be seen as the Trixie Champion of Union Battleground. A sight she wanted Anton to see and strike fear into him as she walked down the ramp not to lose her title, but to gain an apology or an arm if she yanked hard enough on the armbar.
TRIXIE "The Trixie Title is going to be a herald here in Union Battleground. This match is the start to 'Making the Trixie Title Matter Again'. Tap out when I lock in the armbar, Anton. You've been in this business long enough to know hell have no fury like a woman scorn. I will pull that arm back and make you double jointed so I can finally hear you, after months and months of BS, you'll finally tell me that you're sorry. You'll finally answer for all your crimes in front of a jury of 20,000 fans in Nashville AND I sentence you to a lockdown in Armbar City. Population, You."
Trixie says taking her title off and carries it off camera to end the feed there.
TRIXIE'S PHONE - OFF-CAMERA
TRIXIE (TEXTING) "Tornado. I really think you should be at Guerrilla Warfare. Take advantage of two opportunities. First obviously is beating Sinister, but the second is my match. As your mentor I really want to show you how to finally rid yourself of a pest once and for all. I just did a hype video telling everyone I'm going to be making Anton Tap Out and you're going to want to see me do it, catch him out on his cocky presence and turn him into a prisoner in my Trixie 'cuffs, locked in my legs and risk losing his arm unless he taps out and apologises to me. Whenever you meet your Anton Chase (I hope it isn't Sinister, PLS no.) you need to watch my match. Watch how much I've trained for this match and I want you to take what I do, and get your own Anton Chase to apologise.
Never let anyone bully you like he has me, Tornado. Never.
I'm done letting it happen to me, I'm just sitting here now itching for the match. I wonder how many superkicks he can take before he waves the white flag? Not many, he's old, fragile and he's about to lose an arm."
