MacKenzie Kordell and Rylie McKale sat, anxiously awaiting their trial match up. After two years of training at the OVW, or the Ohio Valley Wrestling school, they had made it to their trial match. "Damn fuck I'm nervous." MacKenzie commented, fidgiting beside her friend.
"Calm down Mac, there's no way we can blow this one. I mean, we're taking on Essy and Camy, and we all know Essy's too busy worrying about her nails. And Camy's just... well, Camy. She's probably the only one we have to worry about tripping us up. But seriously, we should be fine." Rylie stated, overly confident.
"Whatever you say Ry, whatever you say man." Curl of crimson lips given to the other female, ice blue eyes shifting between Rylie, the ring and it's current inhabitants; and the far side of the ring. Seated at a desk, was the two GM's of the Raw and Smackdown brands, Eric Bishoff and Stephanie McMahon, as well as Shane McMahon and a few of the trainers as well.
"Dude, I think we're up man." MacKenzie followed her partner's gaze, watching Shane speak with the two preceeding them. "Yeah.." Reply given absently, causing Rylie to glance at her counterpart. "Mac, ye feeling ok?"
"Yeah, just a little nervous, that's all." Flashing Rylie a brief smile, MacKenzie rose and entered the squared circle. Heaving a slight sigh, Rylie followed suit, and bounced impatiently as Camryn and Estrella entered via the opposite corner.
"All right Ry, I'm going first man." MacKenzie, obviously having regained her confidence, moved towards the center of the mat. Estrella also moved forward, as both Rylie and Camryn exited and stood upon the corner apron.
Estrella and MacKenzie locked up, and before long Mac was able to drop the former on her head, with a modified DDT. Passing the tag to Rylie, she slipped from the ring, watching her partner spar with Essy, and then Camryn. Stratigical taggings easily wore their opponents down, and MacKenzie once again found herself in the ring, this time against Camryn.
"C'mon Kenzie, that all ye got?" The blonde female shot across the ring, recoiling from a clothesline. MacKenzie growled softly, before spearing the other. Instantly on her feet, a sudden thought of inspiration struck. Swiftly scaling turnbuckles, she awaited Camryn to rise to her feet. When she did, MacKenzie easily put the other through a hurricanrona.
A gasp of pain given, as landing failed to be perfect. Snapping of bone echoed throughout the arena. All eyes went to the ring, more so the curled figure of MacKenzie, and the ankle twisted at such an angle that is impossible.
"Calm down Mac, there's no way we can blow this one. I mean, we're taking on Essy and Camy, and we all know Essy's too busy worrying about her nails. And Camy's just... well, Camy. She's probably the only one we have to worry about tripping us up. But seriously, we should be fine." Rylie stated, overly confident.
"Whatever you say Ry, whatever you say man." Curl of crimson lips given to the other female, ice blue eyes shifting between Rylie, the ring and it's current inhabitants; and the far side of the ring. Seated at a desk, was the two GM's of the Raw and Smackdown brands, Eric Bishoff and Stephanie McMahon, as well as Shane McMahon and a few of the trainers as well.
"Dude, I think we're up man." MacKenzie followed her partner's gaze, watching Shane speak with the two preceeding them. "Yeah.." Reply given absently, causing Rylie to glance at her counterpart. "Mac, ye feeling ok?"
"Yeah, just a little nervous, that's all." Flashing Rylie a brief smile, MacKenzie rose and entered the squared circle. Heaving a slight sigh, Rylie followed suit, and bounced impatiently as Camryn and Estrella entered via the opposite corner.
"All right Ry, I'm going first man." MacKenzie, obviously having regained her confidence, moved towards the center of the mat. Estrella also moved forward, as both Rylie and Camryn exited and stood upon the corner apron.
Estrella and MacKenzie locked up, and before long Mac was able to drop the former on her head, with a modified DDT. Passing the tag to Rylie, she slipped from the ring, watching her partner spar with Essy, and then Camryn. Stratigical taggings easily wore their opponents down, and MacKenzie once again found herself in the ring, this time against Camryn.
"C'mon Kenzie, that all ye got?" The blonde female shot across the ring, recoiling from a clothesline. MacKenzie growled softly, before spearing the other. Instantly on her feet, a sudden thought of inspiration struck. Swiftly scaling turnbuckles, she awaited Camryn to rise to her feet. When she did, MacKenzie easily put the other through a hurricanrona.
A gasp of pain given, as landing failed to be perfect. Snapping of bone echoed throughout the arena. All eyes went to the ring, more so the curled figure of MacKenzie, and the ankle twisted at such an angle that is impossible.