Each year, the He Is Out! blogger takes a vacation. Just when I begin to suspect that he must've stopped blogging permanently, he will return with a banger of a post.
Sure enough, after a three-month absence, he posted these images of Tommy Tanner's destruction on Nov. 24th. The merciless Heel, Spike Trivet in his tuff black pants, unleashes some brutal devastation on the poor handsome ragdoll.
You can find a lot more images from this bout on the He Is Out! blog. I can't wait to see what he'll be posting next!
The arrival of the second-generation star had the rest of the Progress roster in a panic, but the moment that Spike Trivet had heard about the arrival of Elijah Bennett, the Progress World Champion knew he needed to meet the son of the self-professed king. After all, the Progress World Champion led the most dominant team on the roster in Dominatus Regnum. If they could add one more dangerous man to their ranks, Trivet would simply be pleased as punch. It was why he had sent his right-hand man, Giddeon Braddock, to collect the newcomer.
The private locker room was decorated as a champion deserved, leather seating and a quiet area away from the rest of the roster. It didn't matter to Spike how cramped the changing room of the others was so long as he didn't have to stomach the common dregs of the lower classes. Giddeon had made sure the room was flawless, as he always did. A simple bottle of red wine sat on the long black table decorated with other snacks for Dominatus to enjoy, various meats and cheeses as well as fruits and vegetables on a snack tray. Spike's black-gloved hand picked up one of the pieces of strawberry, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied grin as the door opened.
"Lord Trivet?" Giddeon's velvet voice echoed through the quiet room, "Your guest is here."
Spike gripped the cane in his hand, decorated with a silver wolves head at the top, turning to face the door with a polite grin, "Excellent. Escort him inside."
The door opened a little wide and as soon as the other man entered, Spike felt his heart catch in his chest. Elijah was a magnificent specimen up close. He was broad but short, making the muscles that his t-shirt cling to his muscles even more. That black hair that usually hung wet and stringy on his shoulders in the ring seemed to be combed out and pulled back for once. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔! Those piercing blue eyes seemed to stare straight into Spike Trivet's rotten soul. "You must be Spike Trivet," his guest spoke, those eyes raking over his own form, "your man here was adamant you wanted to see me?"
"Why, yes, I sent for you," Spike strode forward, black-gloved hand extended for a shake. When Elijah did take his hand, Spike noticed the grip of the shake. "A firm handshake for a firm man. I like that, Elijah. Please! Sit! Giddeon, pour our guest and myself some wine."
Spike and Elijah moved to the leather chairs in the room, sitting almost in unison. Spike crossed one leg over the other, tapping his fingers against the chairs arm. "It is a lovely little locker room you have here, Trivet. You must be well liked by management."
Spike let out a laugh, "Come now, Bennett. We both know your father doesn't particularly like anyone. What he does is what the rest of the locker room does. He 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 Dominatus Regnum. The whole of the roster 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 Dominatus Regnum. And that is what we offer you. It is what I offer you."
The large form of Giddeon Braddock brought two wine glasses to the table, serving both men their drink. Spike's vulturine gaze watched as Elijah picked up the glass, sniffing its contents before tossing it back as if it were nothing, "What are you offering, Spike?"
Spike picked up his own glass, sniffing the contents as was customary. It was fresh, oaky in its smokiness. He took a sip, reveling in the black cherry taste. It reminded him of the summer pudding his mother had once made when he was young. He sloshed the red liquid in the glass around for a moment before speaking up, "Allow me to be the guide to your time here in Progress. Allow me to offer Dominatus as you need to accomplish your goals."
Elijah leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk on his face, "That sounds like I am the only one benefitting. I've heard the stories about you. That isn't your motive."
Spike took another long sip of his wine, watching Elijah over the rim of the glass. Handsome and smart? He was absolutely the kind of man Spike wanted in Dominatus Regnum. Elijah was the prince to his lord and Spike hoped his offer was enticing as he revealed what he would get out of the situation, "Simple. I get to enjoy your company."
Hey folks who are at all interested by indie wrestling: Cara Noir recently sustained a pretty serious injury during his cage match in Progress Chapter 151. It is: not healing. What with NHS waiting lists, there’s a chance that he won’t make a full recovery without private medical care. Hence: a gofundme. It’s on the PlayFight London Instagram and I’m going to put it in a reblog below.
