Note: Time for BCDub! I appreciate everyone who's already submitted a wrestler, it means a lot! There is no cutoff for it, so if at anytime a new viewer wants to add in on the roster, it will always be available! I have a small setup for the order of the PPV's, they will be every four "in story" weeks. As for the names and gimmicks on them, I'm still workshopping. I do plan for some variant of the Rumble and Chamber matches, as those are my favorite gimmick matches. And as a slight change to my character, my Male Superstar has a different song now. That's the only change.
I also want to urge that while I'm incredibly thankful of the response I've got so far, these first few chapters are going to be shorter than I wish due to the general small size the show has at this time. At the time I'm writing this, I've already received over 10 character submissions. As the show grows with people, I'll be able to extend the chapters with the added quantity, I just wanted to express this small concern. And, if you don't see the character you submitted in a chapter, no frets! Not everyone is going to get spotlight every week, but I will make it my mission to include everyone every two or so weeks. It's not my intention to leave people out, but I have to set up matches that don't get overwhelmed.
Also, disclaimer, the production team names are not original. I used a name generator to determine them, so if any of the non wrestling names sound weird, they are not from my brainchild. I'm only responsible for the names of the wrestlers I created, and Scotty Rivera. Not much else. Thank you for reading this message of my concerns, and enjoy the chapter!
– July, Week 1, Year 1 -
The broadcast opened with a bang! As soon as the cameras turned on, the camera pivoted to the entrance ramp to show off the glamour of the now professionalized BCW. The arena had a sleek look to it, focusing more on the color green pairing with black. The ropes of their ring was green, while their logo looked as if they spray painted stencils onto the cloth. Looking like graffiti, the letters BCW were all over the ring area, and the announcer table that sat next to the east side of it.
The arena itself looked like a callback to RAW back in 2002, where the titantron looked as if it was caged behind steel bars. Pyro shot out of the top corners of the screen, exploding safely like fireworks. It hyped the crowd up more, the fans eager to see how this show differed from all the rest before it.
The commentary team was eager to begin as well, their voices turning on for the television audience for the first time. They had to speak over the show's theme music, which just so happened to be "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven. One was a former college football commentator, Conrad Manning, while the other one at the table was actually a famous auctioneer with a love for the sport, Kelvin Ward, but had no experience in sports commentary until this day. Conrad was similar to the WWE's Micheal Cole, while Kelvin was a bit bigger than the man. He wasn't fat by any means, but he wasn't in the shape as most of their wrestlers on the show. He wore his signature cowboy hat to the table, setting it down in front of his left arm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the debut of BCW! I am Conrad Manning, and the legendary man to my left is Kelvin Ward. We're coming to you live from Seattle, Washington. We will be the commentary team for the night, and it is an honor to be here. Kelvin, I understand that you're a big wrestling fan yourself?" Conrad asked, with a genuine laugh being the beginning of a response.
"That's right, Con Man. I grew up with all sorts of sports entertainment, and I was happy to be offered a front row seat and get paid to sit here and talk." he joked, speaking quite fast due to his career before this. "What does the next hour or so have in store for us, Conrad?"
"I'm happy to answer that, and I'll do so right now. Starting the night off, we have an official word from the boss, Mr. Scotty Rivera. He will be in the ring momentarily to talk about what we have in store, and to debut our championship belts. We have quite a hotheaded locker room, so I guarantee we'll have some vying for a title opportunity very soon."
"Right you are, I can't wait to see what those shiny belts look like myself." Kelvin chuckled, before reading off the rest of the card. "It seems like after the boss man gives his speech, we're gonna have a few qualifying matches of sorts?" he asked the more experienced commentary member, who picked up the question with ease.
"That is correct, Kelvin, the boss has set up a few matches for tonight to help crown the new champions for the show. We will not have an official title match until four weeks from now, at BCW's first ever pay-per-view event. At that show, we will crown all of the inaugural champions. Until then, our roster will be fighting for the chance to be in the title matches weeks from now."
"That sounds super exciting, Conrad, and I can't believe I can say I was there when the most famous wrestling show started being televised." Kelvin replied, his charm helping bring in an older audience of sorts.
"So can I, Ward, but it seems the boss is ready to speak." the man hushed the commentary to bring the camera's attention to the man in the ring. The music died down so that the audience could hear the man who's ready to speak.
Scotty Rivera was indeed standing in the ring, with a smile on his face. He had wore the same suit he walked into the building with, seeing no reason to change into something else. In the ring with him, there was a table with four championship belts covered in a thin black cloth to disguise their appearance for the time being. The ring mat was covered by a square of black tile, almost looking like a makeshift stage. The man held a microphone that had the business's namesake on the boxy noisemaker, and he twirled it in his hand as he waited for the crowd to die down somewhat. He wanted to make sure he was at least heard before being cheered. The bald man spoke once he got his request.
"BCW." he began with a smile, looking to the crowd. "It's amazing that such a turnout was possible. Thank you guys for tuning it here, and at home from your television. We will not disappoint you." he then cleared his throat and got into the speech he wanted to make. "With such a promotion possible now, you have to have championships worth fighting for. If there's no fulfilling prize, then it's just people beating each other up. You can see that anywhere." he smirked, before shaking his free hand. "Here, we want our fights to mean something, we want there to be a reason why two superstars are fighting. And that is how we got here." he gestured to the table.
He walked over to the left most championship, putting his fingers on the cloth and pinching it. "We have such a locker room ready to put it all on the line for championship glory and fame, so these men and women deserve a belt fitting of their conquests. The very top of the mountain, the very best of the best, will win this:" he spoke, taking off the cloth to reveal the company's world championship.
It was a black strapped, green plated piece of equipment, and it had quite a bit of shine to it from how the lights hit it. It had the black letters of BCW smack dab in the middle of the center plate, while the word "champion" sat under the letters in a lower font size. The relief design wrapped around the left and right sides of the letters.
"This, is the BCW Championship. Whoever has this around their waist or their shoulder, they will be seen as the face of the company. They will be among the first thing people think of when they think of the company. Along with the glory of winning it, it should be seen as a huge accomplishment to win this." he spoke, the belt sitting stationary and shining to the southern side of the audience's front row.
He moved along and removed the cloth on the next belt, revealing an inverted color scheme. This was now a green strapped belt with black plates. Gold relief adorned the center plate, with the words "BCW Television Champion" in plain view. He fixed the belt so that it could lean like an item in a display case.
"The Television Championship isn't as big and flashy as our flagship belt, but it's importance is just the same as the other belts here. Winning this bad boy can help get your name out there and make sure the audience knows just who they are. It's the best "first championship reign" one can wish for." he smirked, tossing the cloth onto the floor. A cameraman off screen nabbed them and pocketed them.
The next belt was two belts under the same cloth. They leaned against each other for support, both being black strapped. They were white plated however, with the green text being easy to read. "BCW Tag Team Champion" was there in all it's glory.
"The only championship you have to share." he joked. "The holders of these two represent the best of teamwork, and how its often nice to have someone backing your corner up. However, with the ally, it still means twice the adversaries you're facing at once. It's important to have a sense of trust with the person you're champion with." he spoke as if he wanted to sound wise. He moved his way to the last belt having yet to be revealed.
Pulling it off, it was another white strapped belt, with a green plating design. Instead of being more rounded though, it was more jagged and sharp around the edges. It was just as shiny as the BCW Championship, and it looked to be just as important as well.
"Last, but not least, is the BCW Women's Championship. This represents the best of the women's division we have, just like our BCW Champion. The woman who wears this should also consider herself the face of the company, as she shares the top of the mountain." he finished, moving out of the way so that the camera could focus on all four belts at once for a nice shot.
"These four belts represent the pinnacle of their own divisions, the best of the absolute best." he repeated, looking all over the crowd. "Each inaugural champion will be crowned four weeks from now, at our first ever BCW Pay Per View: King of the Hill." he announced, his response was a nice volume of cheers from the crowd. "Along with four championship matches, there will be a King of the Hill match. More on that will come soon." he said.
Right before he was able to give his closing remarks, someone's music played. Everyone in the building heard the chorus of "Bad Company", the cover performed by Five Finger Death Punch. Scotty looked to the entrance to see the next man come out. On the ramp, was the man with spiky snow white hair and a pair of black tights with red striping. He wore a black zip up jacket with nothing on under it, and it wasn't zipped. Conrad's voice interjected for the TV audience back home. "Ward, that's Conor Walters! The Hotshot!"
He walked out with a smirk and twirled the microphone in his hand, making his way to the ring. "Nice speech, boss man." he said, going up the ring steps and entering through the ropes. "Might I criticize, it's a little weaker than the Gettysburg Address, but with enough practice you should be able to sell ice to eskimos." he said, before turning his gaze to the title table.
"Might I ask, what you are doing out here, Hotshot?" Scotty replied with a bit of irk. It seemed as if he wasn't too keen on being interrupted tonight.
Conor brushed his hand across the Television Championship, before turning back to Scotty. "You got quite the stash of pretty toys, Boss. I'm just making sure I get a good look at the one I want before I win it at King of the Hill."
"You're awfully bold. What makes you so sure you'll be a Champion then?" Scotty asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I wouldn't be on this show if I wasn't." he replied with another annoying smirk, before pointing to the title he just put his hand on moments ago. "So. What do I gotta do to get myself in the qualifying match for this thing?" he asked, grabbing the Television Championship before it was yanked away by the boss.
"Refrain from touching what isn't yours." he spat, before shaking his head. "If you wanna get slapped around so soon, we could arrange a match for you right now." he announced, grabbing the belts and slipping out of the ring with them. The cheers the crowd gave off proved that they were eager to see the first ever match of BCW happen right now! This allowed Conor to get a little taunting as he now had the ring to himself.
"That's what I love to hear. Anyone who's eager to be pinned can come on down to the ring right now. I'll let you leave the ring with minimal embarrassment." he said, before the sound of a motorcycle's engine blasted the moment the final word left his mouth.
A man sat at the entrance ramp on the said motorcycle, but he wasted no time getting down to the ring. "My Nemesis" by the same band as Conor's song, FFDP, rang through. It was a tan man with shaggy brown hair, and a tattoo on his right arm. He wore a sleeveless white top that sat under a black vest, with jeans covering his legs. He parked the bike at the west side of the ring, before getting off. He looked to the man in the ring, and the cocky man inside actually didn't say anything yet.
"That's Robert Reeves, Kel! He's here in BCW!" Conrad shouted from the table. "He's here to fight Conor right now!"
"It seems as if he wants a shot at winning the Television Championship as well, Con Man! I can't wait to see this from the front row!" Kelvin chuckled.
"We're going to see it when we come back from commercial! Don't change the channel!"
– Commercial Break –
When the broadcast came back on, the match was just about to get started. Gone was the board on the mat that Scotty previously stood on, and there was the ring mat itself. The titles and table were taken out of the ring, and what the ring had now was two men and a referee to get things started. Robert was getting prepared for the match in the northwest corner, and Conor sat on the top ropes toward the southeast corner almost mockingly. He had thrown his stitched jacket off of his person and into the front rows of the southern side of the audience during the commercial break.
The bell rang to the excitement of many, and Conor hopped back to his feet. The commentary was sure to keep going throughout the match.
"For the first time ever in BCW, we have Conor Walters versus Robert Reeves, and they are fighting for an open spot in the BCW Television Championship match at King of the Hill, four weeks away. Kel, I have been told that there are only three spots for that match, who do you think has the better chance of earning this spot?" Conrad asked as the two wrestlers locked up.
"That's the fun part for me. I have no clue who has the better leg up on the competition!" he smiled, watching Conor get pushed into the corner and getting attacked from Robert. "Both of these men I am seeing for the first time, so I have no idea which of these men will come out on top tonight."
As he said that, Conor kicked the man off of him by shoving him back with his boot. He ran toward the man he fended off and hit him with a clothesline, taking both of them down with the momentum he had. As Conor tried to get up, Robert kicked his leg out from under him. The Hotshot fell face first onto the mat and writhed.
"Robert seizing every opportunity he can find. This match has just started and already both men are putting it on the line just to win." Conrad spoke with drama laced words, Conor rolling to the apron. Robert got back to his feet and went to walk over to a recovering Conor, who had another trick up his sleeves.
Once Conor stood, Robert went to grab him by the neck. He only received a counterattack, with Conor holding onto his head and jumping off of the apron. He pulled Robert's upper body against the ropes and let go when Conor touched the ground. Robert sprang from the rope and hit the mat floor. Conor took this time to get a little more recovery in while the referee began his count to 10 to get Conor back in the ring.
"Nice ring awareness by the Hotshot, you gotta admit." Kelvin commented as Conor leaned against the northeast corner, catching his breath on the stairs. The referee was already at two when Robert stirred on the mat. When three was called, Conor nodded to himself and rolled back into the ring, going to pick Robert back up from the mat by dragging him back to his feet. Hooking under his opponent's arms, the man pulled up to make sure he got his opponent standing upright again
A shocking reversal happened as soon as Robert got back standing, to the chagrin of Conor. Conor got knocked with a hard hitting headbutt, which caused the Hotshot to stagger and backpedal. Holding his head, Conor didn't see the follow up Big Boot heading toward his face. Robert knocked his opponent down to the mat floor to an uproar from the crowd. Robert fell and pinned the Hotshot, hoping to end the match there right then.
"Will this be enough to put him away- no!" Conrad shouted as the referee stopped his count after a kickout at 2. Robert huffed from the resilience the ornery man showed, before he thought of another idea. He grabbed Conor and began to pick him up by the hair.
"Robert looking for anything to put this man away!" Conrad shouted. He got a quick reply from his commentary partner.
"You wouldn't see me get up after a headbutt like that." the audience could see a shake of the head as if he was imagining such an attack to himself.
Robert grabbed Conor and hoisted him up in a suplex position, but he staggered when Conor brought his knee down on top of Robert's head to let him go. Conor dropped back to his feet and shook off the dizziness and pain he felt. He faced Robert and prepared a move. He jumped while wrapping his arm around Robert's neck, before gravity brought both of the men down to the mat again.
"The Jumping Complete Shot! Pulled it out at the best time!" Conrad shouted, with Kelvin just giving a noise of surprise.
Conor got to his knees, before painfully crawling his way into the southwest corner to drag himself back to his feet. He continued climbing and slowly made his way to the top turnbuckle, turning to face the ring. He carefully stood up straight and slapped his right elbow, showing the audience that he was going for the Elbow Drop.
Jumping off that rope was the biggest mistake he made in that match, history would prove. As soon as his feet left the rope, Robby sprang back to his feet with surprising athleticism and caught the man in a carrying powerbomb hold. Conor didn't even have enough time to put his arm down to adjust, before he was driven into the mat by the quickest powerbomb anyone has ever hit on him. Robert sat and propped his legs up over Conor's shoulders while the move hit, pinning the man again for the second time of the match.
This time, he didn't kick out.
The bell rung after the referee gave his three count, with Robert's music playing again shortly after. He shoved Conor off of him and got back to his feet, the referee holding his hand up in victory. "The winner of this match, and earning a role in the Television Title Match at King of the Hill, Robert Reeves!" the announcer's voice rang, and the crowd's cheering followed.
"Reeves with the finishing Powerbomb to a surprised Walters!" Conrad spoke during the celebration. "The Elbow Drop wasn't able to win Conor the match tonight!"
"And now Reeves here is gonna celebrate hard. He deserves it after that move, he just made the Hotshot not so hot!" Kelvin added, said Hotshot rolling out of the ring toward the north side.
"Reeves joins two other men at our first ever Pay Per View event, as this title match will be a Triple Threat match! In the following weeks, we will have two more qualifying matches for this title match!"
"Something tells me we haven't seen the last of Snow White though, he might not take too kindly to getting embarrassed like this." Kelvin said, Robert finishing up his celebration at the same time.
"You might be right there, Kel. But, I wanna come back to what we spoke about earlier for matches. Both of the world titles are also going to have qualifying matches as well, both of them being a one on one match. In the coming days, we will have a variety of matches will debuting superstars all for the chance of earning a title opportunity at King of the Hill."
"That is exciting to hear, Con Man, and we also have to mention that due to the roster size at the time, we don't have any matches yet for the Tag Team Championships. Mr. Rivera wants to state that as soon as our roster grows, we will be able to have teams of two fighting for the prize." Kelvin stated for the company itself.
"Fortunately, we have plenty of action to fill it's place for the meantime, including a message from someone new backstage. Let's see who wants to speak a couple of words." Conrad spoke, the cameras cutting backstage to a locker room.
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Cutting to the empty locker room, the screen was quickly taken up by a certainly attractive woman. She had a similar attire to that of Nikki Bella's toward the end of her last run. On her tights, the name "Katarina Love" was written in red cursive along her butt. She looked to be fairly confident, if not bored for the night.
"To all of those who have the pleasure of looking at me right now, pay attention. I'm only going to say this once. Tonight's main event, the Women's Battle Royale, you will witness yours truly win the event and earn a spot at King of the Hill's title match. You get this warning now so that you can try to not blink and miss it later tonight." she smirked, before nudging the camera away and leaving the room. Just in time for another well timed commercial break.
- Commercial Break -
The show came back to a bird's eye view of the ring, before panning to the audience members scrambling to get just a moment of screen time. Kelvin's voice was the first to speak up when they came back. "Welcome back to BCW, where just moments ago, we saw a message from quite a character backstage."
"To add, it seems that Katarina Love has included herself in the Battle Royale tonight, or the main event of tonight's show. That's coming up in a little bit, so for the meantime, let's discuss what this Battle Royale entails for the winner."
"From what we've been told, there are four women in this battle royale, and the only way to win is by dumping the other three women out of the ring and onto the floor below, is that correct?" Kelvin asked his partner.
"Indeed, Kel, and we already know that Katarina has announced herself to be a participant in the match. That leaves three other women in the ring with her all fighting for the same thing, a spot in the Women's Title match at King of the Hill."
"Speaking of King of the Hill, didn't the boss mention something about a King of the Hill match happening at the event as well? What did he mean by that?" he recalled back to earlier where the titles were introduced.
"I'm not so sure what he means by that, but he did say more details were to come soon. I assume it will be a match for all sorts of BCW competitors who aren't lucky enough to be fighting for a title that night. We already know the Men's, Women's and Television Championship will be fought for that night, but we barely have an idea on who's lucky enough to even fight in those matches. Luckily, we find out one lucky fighter tonight."
"Certainly a prize worth fighting for. I can't wait to see which one of these women tonight earn their spot at the gold, four weeks away. It should be a great way to end the night!" Kelvin smirked, looking to the camera.
"Speaking of which, it looks like it's happening right now." Conrad commented to someone's music starting up for the audience. The audience gave the following person walking down a mixed reaction, some not knowing whether to cheer for her or boo for her.
With "7 Rings" by Ariana Grande blasting, the same girl from before came walking down the ramp. Katarina wasted no time strutting down to the ring and making a big deal of herself, not even taking the time to acknowledge the fans trying to get her attention.
"On the way to the ring, Katarina Love!" rang the announcer's voice as she rolled into the ring and took a corner to herself. Her song died down quickly to make room for the next competitor's entrance.
Fans started cheering a bit more when they heard the beginning beats to "High Hopes" by Panic! at the Disco. A black haired woman came onto the stage and some fans were attracted to the frame more than the actual wrestler so far. With a killer bust and wide hips, topping it all off with her height being a whopping 7'2'', she received a bit of whistling from the crowd. Her attire was similar to Michelle McCool's, but colored red and blue instead.
"And one of her three opponents of the night, from Columbus, Ohio, Liv Graves!" the announcer told the crowd, with her having a confident smile all the way to the ring.
"The sheer size of this woman could be what makes her win tonight!" Kelvin exclaimed, almost caught off guard from the girl.
"Couldn't say it better myself, the other three women in this match have a bigger challenge than they thought." Conrad pointed out.
When she made her way to the ring, she was seen to stop toward the south barricade, hugging a man and a young child over the barrier.
"Graves hugging her husband and child before her first ever match at BCW, almost like her motivation to win tonight." Conrad spoke over the chorus of the song.
"Hey, family is important. If it gets her to King of the Hill, then she should hug them all she can." Kelvin retorted.
She climbed into the ring and sat in the opposite corner as Katarina, eyeing her down without budging. Both women just sat and stared at each other until the music died and another song started up.
Instead of the slow buildup the song was known for, it got into the beginning part quickly. Breaking Benjamin's "Diary of Jane" started at the first verse, which allowed for people to see who was coming out to such a song. A gothic looking woman walked out, wearing fishnets that covered her all black top and bottoms. She had a white streak in her dark black hair, covering the left side of her face. She was pale, her almost ghostly white toned stomach on display. She walked slowly to the ring and the ring announcer took this time to do his job.
"Coming to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, Gwen Collins!" her name was given out. She slid into the ring and got to her feet, getting on the ropes a bit to hype the crowd up. She didn't do much, just a simple arm raise, but it got people cheering even more. For only two matches of the night, they wanted to make sure they got their money's worth. She took a corner and waited for the last girl to be introduced.
"Collins doesn't say a lot, she would rather have her actions prove herself rather than pretty words." Conrad spoke, wanting to give a bit of background to the raven haired woman.
"Is that so? Did she tell you that, or did her actions?" Kelvin quipped.
Another pale girl walked out when the music died down, to an Evanescence song named "Weight of the World". She had a book in her hands, and brushed her black and purple hair out of the way of her face as she walked down the ramp. If Gwen looked goth, Violet dressed it. She wore all black everything! Her dress, tights, boots, and fingerless gloves were all black, which made for quite the clashing styles when she would pair off against Gwen. She ruffled through the pages a little bit, before closing the book and setting it down on the ring steps.
"Making her way to the ring, Violet Rose!" the announcer set down his microphone after that, the main event already coming underway. She hoisted herself onto the apron and got into the last corner, eyeing her opponents carefully when she made her way into the ring.
"What a match we have tonight, four ladies making their BCDebut tonight!" Kelvin coined the phrase, hoping to at least get something trending for the night.
"Right you are, Kel. We have Love, The Poet, The Goth, and the Giant!"
The bell rang without much else, and the four began the battle royale. As stated, eliminations only count when they are tossed to the outside of the ring and onto the floor below. However, unlike the WWE, these rules were a bit more extreme. It wasn't nit-picky rules like over the top rope, or both feet touch the floor, not at all. When a superstar hits the floor, that's it. No matter if they intentionally went out of the ring to evade an attack, or tries to save themselves by using one foot. You hit the floor, you're done.
It was with these added rules that made the superstars inside a little more wary of how they competed tonight. Self eliminations were a thing, and if it were to happen, it would be quite embarrassing. It also made most top rope and apron attacks a high risk move, as you put yourself in such a predicament for a short term attack.
With these rules active, it also made the predictable attack all the more so, as all 3 of the women who were around 5 and a half feet tall went to attack the Goliath that was Graves. The three teamed up just as a means to an end. They wanted the biggest threat out of the match so that they could have a better chance.
However, Graves simply charged through them and sent the three flying in scattered directions. She gave a smile to the crowd and began to make work of her opposition. She picked Violet up by the hair, before throwing her into the corner. The Poet bounced off of the turnbuckle and sat vulnerable in the corner.
Luckily, a distraction had come to her aid, but it didn't go well for either party. Gwen went to push Graves into the same corner by using her upper body as a spear sort of attack, but Graves sidestepped the move and sent Collins tackling Violet in the corner, Gwen trying to recover from the accidental move. However, when she turned around, she just received a Spear by Graves instead, sending the Goth into the other corner. She rolled out of the way of further attacks, Graves taking this time to play to the crowd further.
"Graves is absolutely destroying her competition! Both Collins and Rose are knocked dizzy by her attacks!" Conrad shouted.
"It seems that her kid's liking her momma whoop some ass though! That's a good kid!" Kelvin chuckled as the camera did cut to her son clapping along with the crowd near their vicinity.
Graves' luck ended shortly after however, when she turned back around to get kicked by Love. Graves staggered a bit, before Love kept taking on the giant with her kicking strategy. On the third kick, Graves fell to one knee. That was enough for Katarina to back up and dive at her with a cross-body attack. She rolled away from Liv after taking the giant down singlehandedly, making sure to ham that fact up to the crowd. She looked behind her, taking a few steps forward while dusting her hands, before back-flipping and looking to land on her hands. After landing on them, she carried the momentum and flipped again, springing off of her hands to moonsault onto Graves' prone body.
"She hits it! She hits her signature move, the Purrr-Fection!" Conrad announced, giving the name of that move to the crowd.
Getting back to her feet and wiping her mouth with her hand, she took the time to do more damage. Katarina bent down to grab her by the head, but had the sheer look of terror replace her smirk. Why? Oh, the fact that Graves had shot a hand to wrap around her throat, that's why.
Trying to stand up again, she held Love in this position. Love looked ready to try and fight back, but then Graves forced her arm over Graves' own. Hoisting her up, she was looking for a Chokeslam! But, to make matters worse for Love, she began to walk to the northern ropes, hoisting her body over the top rope altogether, before tossing her back down to the mat. She was choke-slammed over the rope and hit the ground harder than she wanted to. Love had been eliminated, but she did what the others couldn't. She was able to weaken Graves and wind her just a bit.
"Katarina suffers an elimination, after already telling the crowd that she was going to be the one to win the thing!" Kelvin pointed out.
"Sometimes it pays not to get too cocky with your opponents."
She took the time to get a breather, but she wasn't able to earn such a reprieve. Rose had gotten back to her feet and made her way over to Graves. She was still the biggest threat of the match so far, and with one woman down already, that threat was harder to manage.
When she was picked up, Rose then found herself grabbed by Graves and whipped to the south ropes. Rebounding off of those, Graves ducked to try and pick her up and fling her behind her with the momentum, but Rose was able to counter this. Rose leap frogged over Graves' frame and jumped onto the ropes behind Liv. With her feet on the middle rope pulling back like a slingshot, she used the momentum as well. The crowd popped off when Rose turned around midair and hit Graves with a springboard meteora!
Gwen stood up as Violet rolled off of Liv with the speed, and looked for assistance. Both dressed in black girls went to hoist the giant back to a standing position, before the moves would be hit. Rose twirled around and hit Graves with a finishing Spinning Back Kick, and Gwen hitting a signature Pele Kick right after Rose. Both attacks were not enough to send the tall woman out of the ring, and the smaller opponents had just about exhausted their efforts.
Gwen staggered over to help work the big woman over the ropes, but was picked up by Graves. The Goth was flipped over the ropes and Graves' body, but Gwen held onto the ropes to make sure she didn't let go and hit the floor.
Violet used the last of her strength and went to grab Graves by her legs and hoist her over. Before Graves could fend off further attacks, she was blindsided by Collins' assistance from the apron. She had her thin arm wrapped around Graves' neck and pulling her over the ropes. With a last effort push from both parties, the two had flipped Liv over the top rope and caused her to stumble onto the floor. A massive cry from the audience showed their reaction to such an elimination.
"They did it! The two of them worked together to eliminate Graves!" Conrad announced, Liv looking mildly upset with the outcome. She sat on the ringside floor, but nodded her head. She took the loss confidently, it looked.
"We're down to two! The Poet versus the Goth!" Kelvin sounded on the edge of his seat.
Violet tried to get a leg up on her last opponent, going to attack her while she was on the apron, but Gwen sidestepped a swinging fist and brought her leg up to fend off her attacker. Violet got hit in her face and stepped back, allowing Gwen to roll right back into the ring without much hassle. Then the Goth got some more offense in.
Jumping after Rose, Collins knocked her down with a running forearm. When Violet held her head while getting up, she got knocked back down with another one. However, when she got up again, Gwen scooped her up and dropped her back down to the mat with a scoop slam. The goth got up and held her stomach, but raised her other arm up for the crowd to get them hyped. She looked to the same corner that Conor jumped off of and lost his match because of it. She shook her head and went over to Violet.
"It seems that she's fighting the idea of using her signature move, the Five Star Frog Splash." Conrad pointed out as Gwen grabbed her opponent by the dress. She was beginning to roll her opponent to the end of the ring.
"It's a vulnerable move in a match like this, I don't blame her. Looks like she's doing just fine though, look at her!"
When Violet was rolled onto the apron, she hooked her left leg around the bottom rope to prevent Gwen from pushing her forward. Gwen bent down to kick at her leg, and that's when the bad luck occurred.
Gwen felt a painful tug at her hair, due to Violet pulling her between the top and middle ropes. She used her other foot to lift Gwen's feet off the ground and pull her between the ropes further. Both women were dangerously close to being eliminated, pretty much teetering or hovering on the apron.
"Oh my goodness, these girls are fighting with everything they have!" Kelvin exclaimed, some fans on the edge of their seats as the two played a dangerous game.
Lastly, one of the girls got the upper hand. Violet kicked up and caused Gwen to stumble out of the ropes, sending her body over Violet's prone body and hitting the floor. Violet rolled back into the ring as the bell rang, an elated look on her face as Gwen laid against the barricade.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and guaranteed a title shot at King of the Hill: Violet Rose!"
The girl got to her feet and raised her hand in victory as her music started back up. She staggered to the corner and bent down to grab her book. She clutched it to her person and smiled to the crowd as they cheered for a tense match performance.
"Violet is going to King of the Hill! She is in the title picture!" Kelvin shouted, he was in awe of the final moments replaying in his head.
"She joins one other woman soon, an interesting first night performance if I'm allowed to say so." Conrad nodded his head. "We find out her opponent in the next qualifying match for the event, two weeks from now."
"What a way to end the night, the first night ever!" Kelvin added.
"As BCW comes to a close, we wanna thank everyone who tuned in tonight, both here and at home. Your patronage means the world to us and how we've already got such an audience tonight. Please be sure to check back next week, when all sorts of debuts occur and new qualifying matches happen for both the Television and Men's Championships." Conrad gave a closing statement.
"Thank you for watching folks. All replays of tonight and future events can be found on as well as our social media pages!" Kelvin plugged, a graphic displaying on screen for handles such as Twitter and Youtube.
"Goodnight, Seattle."
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I'm sorry that I was only able to write two matches for this chapter, but at the time of writing them, I didn't have much else to go for. Thankfully, with the growing audience of you guys, BCW already has a roster of 15 superstars! That's amazing!
I wanna thank those who've already favorited and followed the story, it means a lot that you guys are just as invested as I am. I hope these next couple chapters are longer than this one, and to those that I haven't introduced your wrestler yet, I apologize. I want to wait for the perfect moment to do so, and next week is a good time for a LOT. Thank you for reading!
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Title Info: (this is just to serve as a reminder for titles and timed events. In the future, more will be added here as it's introduced, whether it's new titles or gimmick matches.)
BCW World Champion: (Contenders: Two Vacant Slots)
BCW Television Champion: (Contenders: Robert Reeves and Two Vacant Slots)
BCW Tag Team Champions: (Contenders: TBA)
BCW Women's Champion: (Contenders: Violet Rose and One Vacant Slot)
King of the Hill Match: (TBA)
-Octo