SD 15: Thorns of a Rose Vs. Nathan Weed, Daisuke Takeuchi & Charlie Haines - Tag Elimination!

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Thorns of a rose:



Vs.
"Gnarley" Charlie Haines,

Nathan Weed &

Daisuke Takeuchi


Match Type: Elimination Tag
Winning Conditions: When every team member has been eliminated, the other team will be declared the winner.
Special stipulations. When a wrestler has been pinned, forced to submit or knockout while thy are the legal wrestler, they are eliminated and will be removed from the arena. Standard Tag rules apply otherwise.

Charlie was backstage, making his way towards the entry ramp. He was happy to be in a PPV in any capacity.... even if his team appeared as if it wouldn't have much chemistry initially. ....if at all.

He was in his blue shorts with a black stripe down the sides, blue converse sneakers, and black kneepads hopping up and down in place. As Killswitch Engage's My Absolution hit the speakers Charlie ran out to the arena bounding down the ramp as quickly as he could, hitting a couple high fives as he got to tbe bottom. He jumped from the floor to the apron in one leap, easily leaping over the ropes and into the ring with the next! He jumped up on one turnbuckle raising his fist into the air to fire up the crowd. He got a good reaction which was reassuring after his last match. A disappointing, one sided loss to Abbey Abraxas left a sour taste in his mouth. He felt no ill will towards Abbey, she was a great competitor who beat him clean. His poor showing just led to him being disappointed I himself, and wondering if a speed based wrestler could successfully come back from an injury like his....

Now, he had a partner to deal with. Daisuke essentially called Charlie a waste of space. That didn't bother Charlie one bit, but it did bother his friend who he lived with at the time, Alaina Sanders. That led to her rivalry with both Daisuke and Ami Takeuchi. Charlje approached with a neutral look on his face. "Listen.... I know you and Alaina have had differences that all started because of something you said about me. As far as I am concerned tonight we can leave that in the past and just focus on the match. OK?" Charlie said, extending his hand for a handshake as the two waited for their third team member to enter. "Play it cool and we can do this man. Screw the team over, and I will tell Alaina on you..." Charlie added jokingly with a light hearted chuckle. To be fair, when he and Alaina had serious spars she also beat Charlie more than he defeated her....

This was weird. This was weird, right?

Nathan had lost every match that had ever come his way in the league. Well, save the one, but that he won by disqualification. And he didn’t want to think about that match any more than he had to.

But the point was that his record was abysmal, probably near the bottom of the league. There was no reason for him to have been invited to participate in Showdown this year, not when there was actual talent to showcase. Not when there were actual, interesting personalities to spotlight.

Nathan had taken an afternoon to think about it. He concluded that it was his newfound notoriety that got him here. He was, at least for the moment, the “Most Hated Man in Tension,” according to one official AFW online poll, beating out even the heinous Killer King for the dubious honor. But, whereas King fought proudly to be the absolute worst trash that the brand had to offer, all Nathan had done was betray a friend in a match- in the aforementioned unmentionable match, in fact. It had taken Nathan a good beating to finally consciously accept his wrong doing, and he was on a quest for redemption. Of course, a rehabilitation story was not nearly as sexy as a fall from grace; he didn’t like it, but that was probably why he was here.

Knowing the why, however, didn’t exactly ease his anxiety, because his presence wasn’t the only odd detail about the PPV match he was assigned to. The match itself was an elimination tag match against a stable listed as “Thorns of a Rose.” He had been put with a seemingly arbitrary team- Daisuke Takeuchi, a man he only knew because Daisuke had fought Amy in her first official match, and one “Gnarly” Charlie Haines. He didn’t know anything about Charlie.

The fact that they hadn’t been given the time nor the opportunity to meet beforehand made him suspect that they were being set up to lose, and spectacularly at that. Normally, Nathan wouldn’t have minded; losing and winning were just part of the game. But he had been so completely destroyed in his last match that he wanted to at least try to make a decent showing, if not rally his team all the way to victory. He didn’t need “terrible fighter” on top of his already dismal reputation.

Nathan’s entrance wasn’t showy. Love and War by Dilated Peoples blasted from the speakers, and Nathan jogged slowly down the ramp, shadow boxing along the way. Was the crowd bigger than normal? Nathan wasn't paying attention. He was dressed as he always dressed for matches- a tight black half-shirt over a pair of black athletic shorts. He wore handwraps, too, in preparation for the strikes he’d be throwing. Once he reached the ring, he introduced himself quickly, then moved on to business, sparing no words. They didn’t have much time to waste.

“Hey, I’m Nathan, and I box. What are your fighting styles?”

"Hey man, I am Charlie. I would put money on me beingmthe fastest flyer on either team in this matchup." He said as he extended his hand to Nathan. Charlie heard about this guy. He wasn't a heel like Daisuke, but he did something shady with Amy, selling her out so to speak.

Nathan, Daisuke and Charlie..... Charlie had himself pegged as the black sheep of the team. He was cheered when he appeared and thought he had a reputation as one of the good guys among the fans as well as the AFW's respective locker rooms. He either misunderstood how he was perceived by fans and wrestlers.... or maybe the brass was sending him some sort of message?

Charlie could worry about that later, right now they had a match to win. "Ok guys, who is gonna start it off for us? Should we pick one of us right now or see who they have starting first and counter that?"

Nathan was a shy man. Socials? Parties? He was always the guy in the corner nursing his drink and hanging out with the dog. But things changed when it came team sports; that he was used to. That he could handle.

Nathan shook Charlie's hand, then crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully as his teammates laid out their strengths. They had a surprising breadth of experience and skills among the three of them. This could work. Charlie asked a good question, and Nathan acknowledged it with a turn of his head. He spoke, a hand on his chin. "Alright. I’m not going to tell you guys how to fight, since you probably know better than I do. But, in general, if she's fast, Charlie goes in. If she's a brawler or a striker, I’m confident in my ability to stand toe to toe. But we’re gonna put Daisuke in first, because he’s the biggest and clearly the most experienced wrestler of the three of us. We’ll use him to learn about the rest." He put a hand on Daisuke's shoulder. "Play it safe. We're gonna need your submissions down the line."

Nathan uncrossed his arms and spoke a little faster. "General rules- don’t be a hero. Tag out if you’re hurting, and tag out often. Gotta stay fresh; the minute one of us goes down, the harder it gets on the rest of us. Also, take note of who they’re tagging out to. It's possible that they've got our dossiers and have their counters worked out already. Yell if you think you've got what it takes to take her, and we'll put you in."

"When we’re tagged in, go simple. A cooperative slam probably will work best, then get out of the way for the new guy. We should keep things moving as smoothly as possible; they came in an established team, and we’re patchwork, so we need to keep them on their heels and minimize their coordination."

"Most important: trust each other. There might be history here, but right now, we’re a team, and that’s what’s going to matter for the next few minutes. Got it?"

There was no time to answer- somebody's entrance music started to play, and Nathan turned toward the entrance to watch their opponents descend the ramp.

Aoi looked around at the other two as their music started up. She was dressed in her tight blue sports bra and tight, short spandex workout shorts. Her blue eyes flashed at Emi and Kelli. "Remember, ladies," she purred, "this isn't just a Clyde Gastin. We actually have to deal with three of them. I'm sure we'll do alright as long as we use every option available to us." She turned to Emi. "Maybe this time Emi-chan should go first?" She said, becoming acquainted enough with her two teammates to drop the formal honorific.

"If you're the workhorse, Kelli-chan, I'd hate for you to get tuckered out so early in such a long match."

'Like last time...' Aoi thought.

"No doubt the boys will want you the most." She chirped. "Whether they think it or not, boys prefer the company of other boys, and, for a girl, you're quite rugged. All they see in Emi-chan and I are a pair of tits. You're a conquest to those perverts, Kelli-chan. Someone they can compare dicks with." Aoi said lewdly, almost deriding Kelli while trying to motivate her at the same time. "In a manner of speaking." She said and smiled at the tomboy. "Personally, I think you do the fairer sex justice, Kelli-chan." She said, daintily pressing her hand into her chest and smiling brightly at Kelli.

Aoi then lead Emi and Kelli down the ramp and fixated on the group of guys. She had done her homework, it was about all she could do. If she got into the ring early, no doubt she'd be eliminated. She put on her most charming face and slipped up to the ropes, sitting on the middle one and holding it up so the others could step in. She then followed and looked over the boys.

"Oh... they look so tough!" She exclaimed. "Such fine, muscly men! We may not stand a chance tonight." She said, forlornly, glancing at the studs.

Kelli had watched their entrances in turn from back stage... She didn't know any of the three men personally and hadn't much taken an interest in any of them prior to this match, but upon watching the first entrance she already wanted to gag.

~This guy's such a pretentious prick that he needs aids to assist airing his ego..?~ She had thought to herself. He was one of the types of guys she never grew tired of pommeling, probably the type of guy that was the reason Melissa Sellers considered the creating Thorns of a Rose... He was big though, nothing a swift kick to the balls wouldn't be able to solve... Should cancel out 6 inches down below as well as the 6 inches size difference between Daisuke and Kelli. The other two entrances were at least a little more palatable... Although this second guy, Charlie, seemed to be jumping about the place like one of them goddamn boxing kangaroos... And Nathan Weed, didn't she heard something bad about him or his record..?



Kelli came down towards the ring with her two sister thorns... It was a pity she couldn't come down on her bike and screech up the place with a couple of skid mark leaving wheel spins... But she couldn't fit both Aoi and Emi on her bike in order for them to all come out at the same time. She was dressed in her skin tight black biker leathers, the zipper at the front down and open just past her breast so that she was flashing a little cleavage.

Kelli looked at Aoi from the corner of her eyes as she spoke, it was hard to tell if she was syking up the Italian rebellion hellion or annoying her from Kelli's expression... Likewise Kelli was finding it hard to tell if Aoi was intending to compliment her or smuggle in an insult.

"Whatever.." She snorted finally, deciding that what Aoi had said wasn't meant to be derogatory but rather just an insight into he thought process of guys... Strange Aoi said that, Kelli had always thought that guys always looked at her as *just* being a little girl, Aoi's angle suggested other reasons for the way Kelli always felt she was treated by men. She didn't really have the tactical sense to call out Aoi's plan, but it was evident that she had thought about it a little more than the Italian with her simple plan to just wail on them "I'm fine with Emi going in first."

Kelli climbed up onto the apron of the ring, stepping through the ropes as Aoi opened it for them before moving closer to what would be the Thorns corner, lethargically leaning back against it with her arms over the ropes

Emi was standing backstage with her team as she watched her opponents enter the ring."They all look like a bunch of assholes." Emi said as she reached up and adjusted her new hat. "Fine, i will go first. I hope you two don't complain when i knock all three of them out of the game." Emi said flaunting her usual confidence.

Emi strode down to the ring in silence as she didn't want to deal with all the catcall and whistles the fans were giving the Thorns. Emi slid into the ring and walked around before stopping by her corner to remove her cowboy hat. "Alright let us get this smackdown started." Emi said as she would give a bow to her teammates before turning towards her opponents. Emi walked towards the center of the ring to see which one of these men would dare challenge her.