Sorry it's so short, but hopefully this will give an idea of what's on offer here.
Disclaimer:don't own anything
The sound of a wolf howling tears through the arena, right as this happens, pyro explodes from several launchers around the stage and blasts out until several pillars of pyro have gone off down the ramp. The wolf's howl fades into Escape the Fate - "One For The Money" and a man walks out onto the stage and poses to the sky. His two hands held aloft toward the sky. A voice cut through the sounds of the entrance, carrying out through the arena.
"Our opening match tonight is a single fall contest, and is the first of the SSPW World Championship tournament. Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada, weight two hundred and thirty pounds - He is The Black Wolf , Jake Storm!"
The man had dark hair, swept into a spike and bright blue eyes. His wrestling attire consisted of black bands around his wrists, and black elbow pads that couldn't be seen under the long, thin material trench coat on Storm's body and black wrestling tights adorned with a golden wolf on the left leg, and several golden lightning bolts on the right. Again, it wasn't visible because of the trench coat but the back of the tights also bore the word, 'STORM' on them.
He makes his way down to the ring and ascends the steps, then goes through the ropes to get into the ring. He's met with appreciative cheering as he runs to jump onto the second turnbuckle and with a knee on the top he holds his arms out to the side, a huge grin upturning on his face.
"And now for the opponent-"
No pyro this time, instead the sounds of Spanish themed instrumentals break through the speakers and out onto the stage walks the next competitor, a young man wearing red trunks with a yellow stripe down the right hand side. His face is also covered by a mask of the same color.
"From Madrid, Spain, weighing two hundred nineteen pounds, he is Alberto Artigas!"
"Welcome everyone to our star-studded episode of SSPW! My name is Cameron Taylor and welcome to the beginning of our show! We're starting off with the world title tournament with this match between Jake Storm and Alberto Artigas. Two wonderful athletes set to compete tonight in this stellar opener."
"And I'm 'Classified' Rory Evans! This should be a great contest and I'm looking forward to seeing what they have in store for us."
Storm slips his jacket off, then tossed it over the top ring and rolled his arm around a couple of times finalizing his preparations with a nod. He turned back to his opponent and locked eyes with the masked competitor and leaned forward slightly.
Artigas in turn locked eyes with Storm, and the two competitors began circling each other slowly, and without further ado, the two competitors grappled onto each other, trying to overpower one another. Artigas dropped a kick at Storm's knee, but Storm blocks it by moving his leg at a better angle to catch the boot in a way that wouldn't cause more damage.
He kicks the leg of Artigas down and launches forward throwing a clothesline across the latters shoulders and he's thrown to the mat, this sends the crowd into a frenzy and they erupt.
"And it looks like Jake Storm has been able to claim the early advantage against Alberto Artigas."
"Solid clothesline by Storm, but let's see how he follows up!"
Jake hopped over his downed opponent and rushed the ropes, he leaps up onto the second rop and throws his body off again into a moonsault, only to be caught by Artigas with a clothesline of his own.
"And just like that momentum has shifted again!"
Both men quickly got back to their feet and the second they were both upright again, the two began to exchange blows. The crowd seemed to cheer when Jake landed punches whilst booing when Artigas landed his punches. Finally, Jake ducked under the next blow and rushed the ropes a second time, but there was no moonsault this time. Instead, he caught Artigas around the throat and spun over, driving him into the mat.
"Dark Fang! Goodnight! 1…2…3!"
"And here is your winner, Jake Storm!"
Jake climbs up to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, a huge smile on his face the entire time. Next, we cut backstage to see a dark-haired individual finish strapping tape around his left hand . He looks back just in time to see another person walk out onto the scene. The two of them bump fists and the second speaks, "Ready?"
"Almost," the first agreed, then grabbed a jacket off the bench in front of him and swung it on over his shoulders, "Jake already won his match, so it looks like we'd better not be losing tonight either. Last thing I wanna do is let my older brother show us up."
"Then we're on the same page," the second confirmed, "Let's go kick some ass."
"This next contest is the first match in our tag team championship tournament!"
'Arrows To Athens - Black Sky' suddenly fills the arena and two individuals walked out both dressed in black wrestling tights with metallic silver bands of color down the legs, black wrestling boots and black wrestling tape around their wrists. The rushed out onto the stage and side by side they rose their arms and fist bumped the sides of their fists together then threw their hands down toward the ring and the second their fingers lined up, pyro shot off down the ramp. The followed up by heading down the ramp.
"Firstly, a combined weight of four hundred thirty pounds, Andrew Storm, Ryan Andrews, They are, The Noble Throne!"
Andrews and Storm slid under the ropes and posed in the center of the ring, then exchanged one more fist bump, a front on one this time as they waited for their opponents to join them in the ring.
End Chapter.