Post by Greg T.O.M on Nov 10, 2023 15:17:37 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to reveal a scene from the ending of “Night Of The Living Dead”.
Matt Knox is handcuffed to the ropes and being held by The Cabal. Zybala and Leah hold Knox's legs to hold him in place while Page grabs Knox's head to hold him still.
Vaughn moves in with a lit torch and begins to place the flame to Knox's face. Knox beings yelling at Vaughn, saying "GO AHEAD, DO IT YOU SON OF A B*TCH! MAKE IT GOOD MOTHERF**KER!"
Vaughn moves closer, and the torch begins to bubble the blood and sweat on Knox's face when Terry Marshall's voice rings out. The shot shows a bloody Terry Marshall, barely holding his head up off the exposed wood of the ring. *
Terry Marshall: NO! ENOUGH… enough… I... I surrender.
*As Terry Marshall falls to the mat the scene fades from his bloody face to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out PPG Paints Arena crowd of over 18,000. Blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *
“ARREST JMONT…AGAIN!”
“War Queen Was War Ready”
“Vaughn vs Knox, HEATING UP”
“PAN THE MAN”
“Jake doesn't need a rocking chair”
“MARRY ME ANDREA!”
“TACTFUL KNOWLEDGE!”
“Lights Out > Patron”
“CA$HE <3 GLIZZIES”
“Maloney & Cox, YES PLEASE!”
“Stone vs Raven, Main Event ANYWHERE!”
*The camera pans to the commentary table where we see Nick Napier and Mark Markson at the commentary table, with Napier looking excited for the night's Fury, and Markson looking disappointed and burned out. *
Napier: Hello, and welcome to the first Friday Night Fury under FULL CONTROL of The Cabal.
Markson: I wouldn’t say full control, they still have to answer to Greg.
Napier: Oh, pish-posh, Greg is too busy living out his lifestyles of the rich and famous to pay attention to Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Markson: He literally spent years investing and saving to purchase TPW.
Napier: Yes, but he also purchased a yacht, and several sports cars, and has seasonal residences around the globe. Do you think while he is in Spain with his supermodel wife, he’s going to be caring about these Thunderamorons being upset that their heroes Matt Knox and Maxwell Mason Stone have to fight each other.
Markson: I believe that he does.
Napier: And I believe you are a fool.
Markson: AND I BELIEVE THE CABAL ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A BUNCH OF LOW LIFE, SONS OF….
*Markson goes quite and lowers his head. There is a brief, but tense moment of silence before Markson exhales slowly. *
Markson: Nick, everyone at home, I apologize for getting so emotional. That wasn’t professional of me, I let my emotions overwhelm me. We have a great show for you all tonight, loaded with star talent and from what I hear from big announcements. Let’s get this night started off with what I’m sure will be an outlandish, over-the-top, display of hubris as we hear from our new American Champion, JMont, Joe Mountouri.
Matt Knox is handcuffed to the ropes and being held by The Cabal. Zybala and Leah hold Knox's legs to hold him in place while Page grabs Knox's head to hold him still.
Vaughn moves in with a lit torch and begins to place the flame to Knox's face. Knox beings yelling at Vaughn, saying "GO AHEAD, DO IT YOU SON OF A B*TCH! MAKE IT GOOD MOTHERF**KER!"
Vaughn moves closer, and the torch begins to bubble the blood and sweat on Knox's face when Terry Marshall's voice rings out. The shot shows a bloody Terry Marshall, barely holding his head up off the exposed wood of the ring. *
Terry Marshall: NO! ENOUGH… enough… I... I surrender.
*As Terry Marshall falls to the mat the scene fades from his bloody face to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out PPG Paints Arena crowd of over 18,000. Blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *
“ARREST JMONT…AGAIN!”
“War Queen Was War Ready”
“Vaughn vs Knox, HEATING UP”
“PAN THE MAN”
“Jake doesn't need a rocking chair”
“MARRY ME ANDREA!”
“TACTFUL KNOWLEDGE!”
“Lights Out > Patron”
“CA$HE <3 GLIZZIES”
“Maloney & Cox, YES PLEASE!”
“Stone vs Raven, Main Event ANYWHERE!”
*The camera pans to the commentary table where we see Nick Napier and Mark Markson at the commentary table, with Napier looking excited for the night's Fury, and Markson looking disappointed and burned out. *
Napier: Hello, and welcome to the first Friday Night Fury under FULL CONTROL of The Cabal.
Markson: I wouldn’t say full control, they still have to answer to Greg.
Napier: Oh, pish-posh, Greg is too busy living out his lifestyles of the rich and famous to pay attention to Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Markson: He literally spent years investing and saving to purchase TPW.
Napier: Yes, but he also purchased a yacht, and several sports cars, and has seasonal residences around the globe. Do you think while he is in Spain with his supermodel wife, he’s going to be caring about these Thunderamorons being upset that their heroes Matt Knox and Maxwell Mason Stone have to fight each other.
Markson: I believe that he does.
Napier: And I believe you are a fool.
Markson: AND I BELIEVE THE CABAL ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A BUNCH OF LOW LIFE, SONS OF….
*Markson goes quite and lowers his head. There is a brief, but tense moment of silence before Markson exhales slowly. *
Markson: Nick, everyone at home, I apologize for getting so emotional. That wasn’t professional of me, I let my emotions overwhelm me. We have a great show for you all tonight, loaded with star talent and from what I hear from big announcements. Let’s get this night started off with what I’m sure will be an outlandish, over-the-top, display of hubris as we hear from our new American Champion, JMont, Joe Mountouri.
*The scene fades from the announcers desk to the parking area, where there has been a lot of arrivals already. You have pretty much seen it all. From the Limousines to the Mercedes Benz to the BMW to even the Uber drivers. Poop, there was even a 1996 Ford Contour that pulled up with 14 inch Hubcaps on 3 out of the 4 wheels. But leave it up to one man to make sure his arrival is one that stands out and is never forgotten.
*The cameras were told to get back to the back of the arena as fast as they could. Just imagine Ray Lewis blitzing and the camera men were Joe Burrow. They were off to the races to make sure she didn't get sacked or hurt. As they position themselves, they are getting ready for an arrival that they have been told about. *
Markson: Seems like lately everyone is trying to make special entrances and arrivals.
Napier: I feel like you are trying to single out one man with that comment.
Markson: Seems like you have a man crush on one man and have your nose so far up his ass.
Napier: As Stephanie Tanner from Full House would say….. “HOW RUDE!”
*While Markson and Napier are going back and forth to see who has the bigger #2 pencil, the cameras are zoomed in and the titantron is lit up as you can see the arrival of someone. And by god, this is truly a one of a kind arrival. You may think you have seen it all before, but this is a first. A 2023 Bugatti Chiron Limousine equipped with a 8.0L engine with 1,479 horsepower and 1180 pounds foot of torque. Name a limo that can do 2.4 to 3 seconds? We are waiting. Oh, that's right. This 3.6 million dollar limo that just arrived can do that. As the Bugatti slowly pulls up to the arena, there aren’t any close spots to the door. The limo-tint black windows make it impossible to see who is inside, but whoever it is, they dont give a Poop about rules or regulations.
Markson: Someone needs to call Ron from Lizard Lick’s Towing.
Napier: Amy can hop on me anytime she wants. You can have Bobby!
Markson: You need some real help. Look at the illegal parking by this idiot!
Napier: The windows are really dark. Maybe he has a handicap pass hanging from the rear view mirror. We cannot tell at this time.
*As Napier concludes his comment, the Bugatti illegally or legally parks in the handicap spot closest to the door. This is all caught on camera so there could be fines and tows that follow, but nothing can be declared until we see if there is a handicap pass in the vehicle. You can hear the loud engine finally turn off. The anticipation is huge as all the fans are on the edge of their seats. Markson and Napier are having disagreements about the parking. The camera’s are ready to pick all of this up.
The scissor door on the drivers side of the Bugatti opens up and the first foot out shows the rare “Last Dance” Air Jordan shoe, which is followed by the other one. You can see matching red Jordan Breakaway pants as well. Then you see the end of a title belt strap near the Jordan sneakers.*
Napier: YES!!!!! He is here!!!! I knew J Mont would make it and not let us down.
Markson: Tow his car right now.
Napier: That’s a Bugatti limo in case you didn't know. You just worry about getting the oil changed in your 91 Honda Civic and leave the big boy toys to J Mont.
Markson: You are so in love with this man.
*As J Mont finally gets out of the vehicle, he reveals the rest of what he is wearing. To go along with the Air Jordans, and breakaway pants, he has on a Chicago Bulls #23 Jordan Jersey and a backwards white New York Yankee Cap. Sure the 2 don’t match, but this is J Mont. This will be the new style in America before the night is out. But the newest thing with him is the American Championship over his shoulder. Not even his Rolex and Cuban necklace can stand out as much as his new championship. J Mont is ready to enter the building and make an impact on the mic. *
Worker: Excuse me sir.
J Mont: Sir? I'm not that old you moron. You can call me Champ!
Worker: You are no champ to me. You are a disgrace, just like you are to that championship. Junko is the better human and title holder than you. You belong behind bars.
J Mont: Been there, done that and got out. There are no bars that can hold me and what the hell do you want from me?
Worker: You are illegally parked and we have someone on the way that will need that spot.
J Mont: With all due respect young lad. Kiss my italian ass and make me move it.
*Just as the worker was about to pull out his phone. BAM!!!!!!!!!!!! JKO to the poor guy who was just trying to do his job. Out cold on the floor, J Mont picks up the phone which is still unlocked and scrolls through the recent calls until he sees a woman's name with a heart next to it. J Mont hits the name and the call is made. The phone is ringing until it's finally picked up.*
Woman: Hey hun, how are things at the show tonight?
J Mont: Things are great. Thanks for asking!
Woman: Who is this? Where is my fiance?
J Mont: Oh yeah, that is why I called you. He is busy cheating on you with Junko Souma. Have a great night tramp.
*J Mont throws the phone almost 50 yards it seems. Patrick Mahomes better watch out because even at 43, J Mont will take that job and win another title for Andy Reid. Now, that all the distractions seems to be out of the way, J Mont is ready to enter the building so TPW can get all the ratings they need to be the #1 show this week.*
Napier: Hopefully he signed up for the Health Insurance plan that they offer here. I have used it before and it’s truly worth it.
Markson: That is all you can think of right now? There is a man knocked out on the concrete outside and his fiance thinks he is cheating on her with Junko now. And this is who you want to represent us as the American Champion?
Napier: Well, I did get an invite from J Mont for The Father of the Year Awards Banquet that he is getting honored at.
Markson: Have fun at that and make sure everyone there knows it was his 1 year old daughter that bailed him out of jail so he could make it to his last title match.
*While Markson and Napier are keeping everyone entertained, J Mont has snuck into the building and left his car in the handicap spot. Not sorry that later on, someone will need that spot and have nowhere to go. The camera’s are following J Mont and it looks like he knows his way around the PPG Paints Arena. Making lefts and rights, almost losing the camera guys. And in just a few minutes, J Mont has arrived at the back curtain where all the entrances happen. He looks over at his guy Bob who handles all the music and pyros. J Mont nods his head as Bob ACKNOWLEDGES him.
*We know TPW is not handling the bill for this entrance, but the fans are loving it. What a great way to kick off the show with a 4th of July show in November. When everything settles down, you can hear the theme song “Money, Power and Respect” hit the PA system. Now the boos and vulgarity are coming out of the fans. As J Mont walks from the back, he stops in the center of the entrance way just outside the curtain and holds up the American Championship. Most people would cry at the insults being thrown J Mont’s way, but he is egging the fans on for more.*
I dare you to hit my kid!
You are not allowed in Japan!
25 to life is what you deserve!
Mia needs to leave you right now!
Baby G had to get you out of jail!
*J Mont slowly starts to walk down the ramp. The boos are getting louder.
BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!!
BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!!
*That sinister smirk of J Mont is making the fans even more pissed off. There is even a kid with a sign hanging over the railing that says “Junko will always be our champion.” J Mont spots the sign and rips it out of the kids hand. Tearing it into little pieces to the point that he is going to need his parents to help put this 1000 piece puzzle back together. The kid starts crying and to make matters worse, J Mont takes the kids Peter Vaughn hat and throws it on the ground followed by a few jumps with the Jordans on it.
Napier: That’s what you get when you're not raised right by your parents.
Markson: That kid did nothing wrong and now his night is tarnished thanks to J Mont, and he hasn't even made it to the ring yet.
*After disgracing the kid's hat and laughing at him, J Mont finally speeds it up down the ramp and gets to the metal steps at ringside. Before he walks up the steps, he once again holds up the American Title to make sure the fans realize that he is the champion and the one running things. Step by Step now and not the TV show, J Mont walks up the metal steps and gets into the ring. He walks to the other side and is handed a mic by some fat guy who looks like Flash Rotten from the WGWF. Now standing dead center in the middle of the ring, J Mont taps the mic as it echoes throughout the arena.
J Mont: What do the Pittsburgh Penguins and the Titanic have in common?
*A slight pause from J Mont so the dumb ass fans of Pittsburgh can try to figure this out.
J Mont: Let me tell you since your brain cells aren’t registering anything tonight. They both look good until they hit the ice!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
Napier: HAHA! That is great. The Penguins do suck!
Markson: They have a great team. Not sure what game Mont has been watching!
J Mont: What’s the difference between Frequent Flyer Miles and the Pittsburgh Penguins?
*A slight pause again by J Mont who can see the fans really confused and lost.*
J Mont: Let me help you guys out before you go crazy. Frequent Flyer Miles earn POINTS!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
*J Mont begins to pace around the ring because he thinks the jokes are great but it's a tough crowd in Pittsburgh tonight. Keeping his composure, J Mont gets himself together.
J Mont: You guys do realize that my New York Rangers are better than your dumb ass Penguins right?
Napier: I got 500 on the Rangers!
Markson: I got 500 to get J Mont out of the ring and off the mic right now!
J Mont: One thing is for certain. I would never live in this Poop hole and put my daughter or fiance in danger. You guys have one of the highest crime rates in the United States. I should know this since I am the American Champion. And let's not forget about all that Pollution you guys have. And then the congested traffic. Or better yet, your high income taxes. And speaking of taxes, it's only a matter of time before your beloved Mark Cuban gets nailed for Tax Evasion and joins the Situation in jail. And lets not forget about all the dropped passes by your hometown hero Brandon Marshall throughout his career. And how many Super Bowls did Dan Marino win? And who let the white guy Jacob Williams be on Wild N Out with Nick Cannon? What I'm getting at is that anyone that was born and raised in Pittsburgh has been a failure.
*Man, even the kids are cursing out J Mont. The parents are letting the kids do what they want right now. Everyone is pissed at J Mont since he knows a lot about Pittsburgh. It’s called, knowing your surroundings which J Mont is very good at. After another few minutes of all the chaos from the fans, J Mont gets back on the mic. *
J Mont: And bringing to me to another failure in this industry is none other than Junko. Only reason she kept her American Title the first time around was that idiot referee Mullet didn't do his job the right way. All he had to do was raise my hand after he counted 3 but no, he had to waive it off claiming a foot on the rope before 3. Everyone claims i buy everything, but i wonder just how much free Japanese food Junko paid Mullet to make sure she won that match. But that’s ok, because I always have a way of getting what I want. Taking the American Title and smashing through some windows got me the rematch I needed. Everyone said I opened up a side of Junko I was not ready for, but you all failed to realize one thing. I was setting Junko up for failure because she was playing right into my game. Junko walked right into the mind games I was playing and fell for it. All the games and shenanigans were all part of the plan to get Junko out of her comfort zone and guess what you idiots? IT WORKED.
*J Mont holds up the American Title once again to the dislike of the fans who are really getting annoyed that J Mont is still in the ring right now. *
J Mont: Now that Junko is out of the equation for the time being because it's going to take her months to get all that glass out of her, the next mission has been placed in front of me. And for Maxwell Mason Stone, this is going to be a MISSION IMPOSSIBLE for him to get this belt from me. Max knows me very well and he knows what I am capable of in that ring. Max has tried and tried and tried again to take me down, but has failed. He is like that dumb ass kid in school who failed math, then went to summer school and failed again and had to repeat math the following year and failed again. Max, you are truly living up to the word INSANITY. You might as well do yourself a favor and sell the #1 contendership to someone for cash and move on to the next battle. This is like Married with Children on the CW Network. It’s going to be more reruns where everyone knows what happens already. Same thing here Max. If you step into the ring with me AGAIN, you are going to suffer the same consequences.
*J Mont’s cell phone goes off and he raises his fingers to the fans to hold on for one second while he whispers into the phone. *
Napier: This has to be an emergency phone call right here. Take your time, Mont.
Markson: We are LIVE and this man has the audacity to take a phone call.
*J Mont after a few more seconds, ends the call and puts his cell phone back into his pocket.*
J Mont: Now, that was the call I was waiting for. HE IS HERE! Hey Max, I hope you are ready for this. You know when they say it's a Blast from the Past? Well, the past is here to haunt you and remind you what you have been put through and will be put through. Ever since the IIW closed its door, WE have been waiting for the right time to get back into the business together and the timing could not be any better Max. While I'm back at the top of the TPW holding the American Title and I know it's not the International Title, but I have Beaten Peter Vaughn before, so that clearly makes me the TOP DOG here. And when you are the TOP DOG, you need to build a pound, one better than the Cleveland Browns have. Now, this might take a little time to build, but the pieces are already in place. J Mont with the American Title and power is the start. The next move has been made and HE IS HERE to say hello to you Max, and remind you what is about to happen to you AGAIN!!!!! Hit my TITANTRON!
*The lights flicker off, and the titantron is lit up with a bright screen but nothing on it..
3
2
1
*After the countdown, with the lights still off, an image appears on the screen and it's one that will not make Maxwell a happy camper because he knows what this means for him.*
*The image is one of J Mont and Shaun Hart after J Mont won the 30 man Ice Crown Rumble and got his eventual World Title shot which he won as part of the takeover in the IIW and the downfall of Max Stone. The image stays on the titantron as the light comes back on with J Mont in the ring with a big smile on his face. *
Napier: Stone is in trouble. I know that when J Mont and Hart are together, they are very successful and hardly lose the battles and wars. This may spell trouble for the Cabal as well.
Markson: J Mont is desperate and he is digging deep into his past to help him in the future.
Napier: I am getting word that Shaun Hart is about to walk out here and join J Mont in the ring.
*You're The Best begins to play over the speakers throughout the arena and the fans giving a roaring displeasing of boos as the always confident Shaun Hart walks out on stage with a smirk on his face as he wears a tailor-made red blazer suit with some black shades to match. He stands up there soaking in all the attention he generates from the fans before making his way down the ramp and gets the fans more wild up as he puts his hands to his ear and tells them he can't hear them as he laughs in a couple of their faces before walking up the steel steps and stepping into the ring.
Markson: Shaun Hart really knows how to get the people going.
Napier: Shaun Hart has never stepped foot into any other ring but IIW. This is history in the making as the controversial figure in pro wrestling steps foot in a TPW ring.
*Shaun steps inside the ring and looks over at J Mont with a big grin of a smile before giving him a hug and then takes a microphone from a staff member at ringside. He then twirls the microphone around in his hand before coming to a stop in the middle of the ring. *
Shaun Hart: Thank you for that warm welcome! It is clear as day that you all know who I am and for those that want to pretend that you don't, allow me to introduce myself. I am the greatest Hollywood actor that your screen has ever seen. I got more money than Elon Musk and to top it all off, I am the man that took IIW to new heights and made them the must-see TV before being removed from power. And then we all saw how that ended for them.
*Shaun bows his head. *
Shaun Hart: R.I.P.
*Shaun laughs with Jmont for a moment before getting back to a serious facial expression.*
Shaun Hart: But enough about me, let's celebrate the new TPW American Champion Joe Montuori!!!
*Shaun gives him a round of applause and then holds his hand up while J Mont lifts up the Championship.*
Shaun Hart: You know a lot of you might be surprised to see him standing here today after defeating your hero Junko, but not me! Because I seenJ Mont have great success before. I've seen this blueprint played out in real time. Around this time last year Joe Montuori won the IIW International Championship just as he had won the TPW North American Championship and after that he went on to become IIW World Heavyweight Champion. But you know what he did between then?
*Shaun looks into the camera with a smirk on his face.*
Shaun Hart: Mr.Stone knows this one too well, Joe Montuori beat Max in a triple-threat match to retain his IIW International Championship and on top of that he bested him in the Ice Crown Rumble. So if you look at the pattern from last year to now, you will see history is just repeating itself and that's just bad news for you Mr.Stone. New places but same results as they say.
*Shaun winks at the camera with a grin and then lets Joe take back over. *
J Mont: With all of that said, you can say that shots are fired MAX. You were so happy to win your number 1 contenders match against a man that had no business being in the match. Congratulations on absolutely nothing. I went through hell's water in a match with Junko where I had glass enter almost every piece of my body but I got the job done. You will be the next one in line to feel the pain that I felt from that match. And the nice guy I am, be ready next week because I have ANOTHER surprise for you Max.
*J Mont and Shaun stand in the ring laughing because there is a master plan in place and it's only a matter of time before it unfolds right in the face of Max Stone. *
Napier: This is great. J Mont and Hart are back as a cohesive unit. I saw what they did in the IIW and let me tell you one thing about that. The TPW was just put on notice.
Markson: Do either of these guys even have a contract here in the TPW?
Napier: Who cares! Think about what starts with an R and ends with an S. RATINGS! That is what these 2 bring to the table.
Markson: I want to see J Mont go through a table and never get up again, but we have to wait for that, and thanks to JMont being so long winded, you TPW fans will have to wait for some TPW action until after this commercial break.
*The shot returns to Steve Cotton and "Busy" Betty Bea standing in the ring ready for our opening match.*
Steve Cotton: In the ring currently, Busy Betty Bea.
*The crowds cheers slightly as Betty waves to them. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Chicago, IL, and weighing in at 132lbs, she is THE WAR QUEEN... LEAH AGUEROOOO!!!
*The lights fall down in the arena and Becky G’s “Green Light Go” immediately kicks in drawing boos from the crowd.
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't F*** with me
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't F*** with me
The War Queen Leah Aguero makes her way out to the stage bobbing her head along to the beat as she soaks in the crowds’ disdain for her. At the top of the ramp, Leah throws up her all too familiar War Queen W pose before flipping off the fans in attendance.
The jeers grow as Leah makes her way down the ramp towards the ring. She ignores them all as she rolls in under the bottom rope and goes straight up to Betty Bea getting right in her face. The referee is quick to get between the two in order to maintain order before the match even begins. Leah eventually backs down and goes to her corner, meaning mugging Betty Bea the entire time. *
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't F*** with me
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't F*** with me
The War Queen Leah Aguero makes her way out to the stage bobbing her head along to the beat as she soaks in the crowds’ disdain for her. At the top of the ramp, Leah throws up her all too familiar War Queen W pose before flipping off the fans in attendance.
The jeers grow as Leah makes her way down the ramp towards the ring. She ignores them all as she rolls in under the bottom rope and goes straight up to Betty Bea getting right in her face. The referee is quick to get between the two in order to maintain order before the match even begins. Leah eventually backs down and goes to her corner, meaning mugging Betty Bea the entire time. *
Markson: Leah looked very impressive in her war games match, let's see if she is healed up enough to take on Busy Betty Bea.
Napier: Of course she did good in war games, she is THE WAR QUEEN!
*Leah wastes no time, immediately charging at Betty Bea, who stands in the center of the ring, visibly nervous. In a swift motion, Leah floors Betty with a Big Boot. The audience groans as Betty Bea hits the mat hard and doesn’t seem to be moving all too quickly. The War Queen reaches down and grabs Betty by her hair, yanking her to her feet. Leah positions Betty and quickly hits her with Drop The Bomb (Deadeye), driving her opponent’s head into the mat.
The crowd watches in stunned silence as Leah covers Betty Bea. The referee, astonished with how quickly things have transpired, drops down to make the count. The referee’s eyes connect with the cold stare of Leah’s eyes as he counts
The crowd watches in stunned silence as Leah covers Betty Bea. The referee, astonished with how quickly things have transpired, drops down to make the count. The referee’s eyes connect with the cold stare of Leah’s eyes as he counts
one,
two,
three. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner... LEAH AGUERO!!!
Markson: Wow, that was quick.
Napier: That's what she said.
Markson: She said that to you?
Napier: What? Wait... NO!
*Leah refuses to break eye contact with the referee, leaving the ref to feel so uncomfortable they don’t even stick around to raise Leah’s hand in victory. They quickly slide out of the ring before even calling for the bell. *
Leah rises to her feet and walks back over to her corner. Smugly, she rests against the turnbuckles as she watches Betty Bea struggle to roll over to her stomach and push herself up to her elbows and knees.
A smile comes across Leah’s face as she notices Betty in perfect position for The Endgame (punt kick). Leah charges but stops just short of Betty. Instead, she grabs Betty by her attire and launches her between the second and third ropes to the outside. Staring into the hard cam, Leah Aguero throws up the War Queen W. *
Leah rises to her feet and walks back over to her corner. Smugly, she rests against the turnbuckles as she watches Betty Bea struggle to roll over to her stomach and push herself up to her elbows and knees.
A smile comes across Leah’s face as she notices Betty in perfect position for The Endgame (punt kick). Leah charges but stops just short of Betty. Instead, she grabs Betty by her attire and launches her between the second and third ropes to the outside. Staring into the hard cam, Leah Aguero throws up the War Queen W. *
*As Leah has her War Queen W up in the air, “The Stoke” by Billy Squire begins to play over the PA. Leah smiles, but the Pittsburgh crowd begins booing as Alexander Marshall, Peter Vaughn, Chris Page, and El Diablo Blanco appear at the top of the entranceway. Vaughn is dressed to wrestle and has the International championship around his waist, while Alexander, El D, and Page are all dressed in suits.
Alexander looks at Leah in the ring, smiles, and claps as The Cabal heads to the ring. The fans are booing them greatly. El D jaws with the ones in the first few rows, as does Vaughn, but Page simply ignores them. As they get to ringside, Alexander is handed two mics by a ringside attendant before The Cabal enters the ring. As they step in, Alexander hands one of the microphones to Leah and keeps the other himself. As the boos and music fade Alexander begins to speak. *
Alexander Marshall: I just wanted to take this time to tell my Cabal associates how very proud I am of them, and how happy they have made me.
*The crowd begins to boo, and a half-full bottle of water is thrown and hits Marshall in the chest. Alexander snaps and begins screaming as he points into the crowd at someone. *
Alexander Marshall: RIGHT THERE! THIRD ROW! TERRY MARSHALL T-SHIRT, BROWN HAIR! THROW HIS A$$ OUT! THROW HIM OUT RIGHT NOW!
*The crowd begins booing louder as security grabs the person who threw the bottle and begins removing him. Alexander fixes his hair as he calms down a bit. *
Alexander Marshall: Now that I have unquestionable control of Thunder Pro, order will once again be restored. No more of the rowdiness from the fans, and no more throwing garbage in the ring. NOW! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by that Thunderamoron. I want to show my gratitude to my fellow Cabal members, and as such I will be bestowing gifts upon each of them. In your checks this month you can expect a twenty-five thousand dollar bonus, in the back I have a catered dinner for us, with the finest of champagne on ice.
That isn’t all though, I also have some Thunder Pro-related gifts for you all. First, my Queen, THE WAR QUEEN! Leah Aguero. For you, I am rewarding you with a Prestige Championship match at Winter Wrestleland.
*The crowd beings to boo again as Leah raises the microphone.*
Leah Aguero: You know, it's funny how the winds of change can blow in the most unexpected ways. In this world, where chaos reigns and alliances shift, it's survival of the fittest. The Cabal, we understand that better than anyone.
*She takes a moment, her gaze unwavering.*
Leah Aguero: Alexander, I appreciate the Prestige Championship match at Winter Wrestleland. It's a testament to the respect and the power we've earned in this partnership. But, you see, I'm not just the War Queen; I'm 'The Equalizer.’
*The crowd falls momentarily silent, curiosity replacing some of the hostility.*
Leah Aguero: And as 'The Equalizer,' I'll make this Prestige Championship match more than just a contest. I'll turn it into a battle, a struggle, and a reminder of the violence that courses through my veins. That title represents more than gold; it's a symbol of dominance, of control. And when I step into this ring, I won't just fight for victory; I'll fight to bring violence, chaos, and change to Thunder Pro.
*The crowd reacts with a mixture of boos and a smattering of applause, torn between their disdain for the Cabal and their fascination with Leah's words.*
Leah Aguero: Andrea, you are no doubt a formidable opponent. You were, and you still are, a force to be reckoned with. But remember, this is not just about a championship; it's about asserting dominance, about proving that 'The Equalizer' can adapt to any situation and come out on top.
*Leah lowers the microphone, her eyes looking over at Alexander Marshall and then the rest of the Cabal before settling back on the hard cam.*
Leah Aguero: Winter Wrestleland, Andrea, prepare yourself. The War Queen is coming, and she's bringing violence with her.
*She raises the microphone once more, the crowd's reaction a tumultuous mix of emotions.*
Leah Aguero: And remember, Thunder Pro, chaos is our ally. Violence is our friend. Winter Wrestleland will be a night to remember, because 'The Equalizer' will leave her mark on this world.
*The Crowd boos as Leah hands the mic to Alexander and he immediately passes it to El D. *
Alexander Marshall: El Diablo Blanco, I’m so proud of how far you have come since turning your back on these Thunderamorons and the d.N.b, Diablo Nation B*tchs.
*Booing intensifies. *
Alexander Marshall: El D, you made a statement at Night of the Living Dead, and showed that you are made for war. Your actions spoke louder than your words, and that is saying a lot because your words carry a lot of weight. So, for you, I have the gift of a new sponsorship deal. El Diablo Blanco, you are now the spokesman for, and the face of Flaming Hot Doritos.
*A shot of the newly designed “Flaming Hot El D Doritos” appears on the Terry-Tron, causing the fans to boo again. Alexander then produces a prototype of the new chips for El Diablo Blanco to enjoy. El D smiles under his mask as he begins to address the crowd and his gift. *
El Diablo Blanco: Marshall, you finally understand the power of El D, Brother! These Thunderamorons, they were holding me back, but the darkness, the realness, it's all embraced now. As for this Flaming Hot Doritos deal, you've handed me a weapon, Brother, a tool to fuel the flames of my fury.
*El D steps forward, raising the Flaming Hot El D Doritos bag, its fiery design glistening on the big screen.*
El Diablo Blanco: This isn't just a snack; it's a symbol, a beacon of my relentless burning spirit, Brother! At the TP-Dub, the inferno roars, and the flames of my destiny are set to consume all in their path.
*El D can't help but smile under his mask, his eyes filled with the fiery intensity of a true showman.*
El Diablo Blanco: I'm no mere spokesman either, Brother; I'm the embodiment of the heat, the scorching blaze that will reduce my opponents to ashes. They'll feel the burn of their life as I show them what it means to embrace the fire. My destiny is not just to survive; it's to thrive, Brother, to set the ring ablaze and watch my opponents crumble like scorched wood.
*El D reaches into the bag, taking a few Doritos out, crunching them with fiery determination.*
El Diablo Blanco: So, whether you love the heat or fear the fire, get ready because El Diablo Blanco, the Flaming Hot One, is here to turn TP-Dub into an inferno, Brother! These Doritos... they're just the start. The ring, my battlefield, will be an unrelenting blaze. I'll burn bright, I'll burn bold, and everyone in my path will feel the flames of my glory, Brother.
*El D drops the empty Doritos bag as he hands the mic to Vaughn the voice of Mike Zybala breaks over the PA cheering as if the Buffalo Bills just came out with their own line of Blu Cheese. Zybala appears at the top of the entranceway wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and comes down the aisle cheering for Peter Vaughn over the mic. Zybala climbs into the ring and begins to hug Vaughn who looks a bit taken back by the hug and isn’t hugging Zybala back. Alexander puts his arm on Zybala’s shoulder and pulls him away from Vaughn. *
Alexander Marshall: Mike, Mike Mike, I uh, didn’t expect to see you out here. I thought you’d be preparing for your big match.
Mike Zybala: Ah, you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready. I just wanted to come out here, show my main man Peter Vaughn some love and, of course, see what you had for my gift.
Alexander Marshall: Oh… Yes, your gift. It… it is something huge. As a matter of fact, I will make the announcement to the world now. Thunder Pro Wrestling will now be streaming all Outsiders events on our website and will have the full video library available as well.
Mike Zybala: Really?! Dude, that is freaking awesome!
*Fans boo. *
Mike Zybala: What? Did you expect me to be butt hurt by that response? Angered that I'm not getting more? Ninja, please! I have held gold everywhere I've been. I'm a two-time Hall of Famer. I've done almost everything I wanted to do in my career. Now, my main focus is Outsiders. I wanna make my baby as big as possible, and getting yet another platform to display that falls in line perfectly with that plan! I'm gonna make sure Outsiders goes world wide by any means necessary! You can boo me now, but you'll see! We build the stars of tomorrow! We recognize talent before anyone else does! Just look at Vaughn! Look at Lord Allton! Look at The Malvados!
*Zybala starts to pant with anger as Vaughn pats Zybala on the back reassuringly. Zybala turns to smile at Vaughn to show he's okay.*
Peter Vaughn: Mike, bring it down a bit. We all know watching Outsiders is a good way to pass the time during a wait at the DMV. Now, what is it you wanted to reward me with Alexander?
Alexander Marshall: Well, it’s not quite as exciting as a potato chip sponsorship, or hosting your content, but it is still very exciting I think. As your reward for captaining the Cabal inside War Games, you Peter Vaughn can select the match stipulation for your match with Matt Knox at Winter Wrestleland.
*The crowd begins to boo intensely, and chant “BULLSH*T! BULLSH*T! BULLSH*T!” while Zybala claps enthusiastically. Vaughn similes and waits for the crowd to die down. *
Peter Vaughn: In spite of that enthusiastic response from the crowd, I’m going to have to veto any match that involves cattle manure. This is TPW, the contest needs to be infinitely grander than that.
*The audience is still fired up, trying to drown Vaughn out, but he has no problem talking over them.*
Peter Vaughn: As for what the stipulation will be, well, I’d say it’s tremendously obvious to even the least-invested wrestling fan…. that I WON’T be revealing that at this time. Why would I want to give my “rival” a head’s up this early in the game? No, I’m sure we’re going to come up with something… memorable for our friendly neighborhood tweeter… but you’re not finding out about it tonight.
*As Vaughn finishes he hands the mic to Chris Page. *
Alexander Marshall: And last, but certainly not least, the man who started the War for us. The in-cage general, Chris P…
*Page cuts Alexander off by holding up his hand. Chris cuts a gaze at Alexander that we’ve never seen from him before *
Chris Page: With all due respect.
* The crowd lets out a gasp *
Chris Page: I honestly can give two s**ts about what you are wanting to offer me because there is only one thing that I have eyes for.
* Chris slowly starts to turn his head toward Peter Vaughn’s International Title which garners a huge reception from the crowd before slowly turning his head back toward Alexander Marshall *
Chris Page: Mr. Marshall, I find it rather interesting how you will award a guy who led his team at War Games to failure a shot at the International Championship… and yet… haven’t given me a ONE ON ONE shot at reclaiming something that was stolen from me.
* El D and Leah try to pull Chris aside but he yanks his arms free from their grasp. Chris turns his attention to both and spouts out *
Chris Page: You get one of those, and you just used it. Lay a hand on me again and the last thing you’ll have to worry about is avenging a loss to a b***h a** rook.
* Chris pivots his attention back toward Alexander *
Chris Page: As I was saying, you are going to stand in this ring and look me in the eyes and convince me that somehow on some planet Peter Vaughn vs Matt Knox is your next Title match when Mattie hasn’t done anything but lose every major Main Event he’s been a part of the involves the Cabal?
* Chris smirks at Alex *
Chris Page: You can sit here with a straight face and pretend that Vaughn vs Knox is more marquee than Peter Vaughn nutting up and getting back in the ring with ONE of the TWO men that has put him down in Thunder Pro Wrestling? Nah bro, sounds like you’re protecting him from me.
* Chris turns his attention toward Peter *
Chris Page: Before anyone gets anything twisted you and I both know there is some unfinished business, and thus far I’ve been a very patient man. I’ve played with Zolton, I’ve toyed with the pawns of this federation, but more importantly I’ve done this to you.
* Chris points to the TERRY-TRON *
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Markson: WE ARE DOWN TO THE WIRE HERE!!!
Hotcakes: Someone better do something.
*Vaughn drops his hips and with all the power he has left delivers a German suplex to Page. Vaughn holds onto the waist lock hooking for a pin. *
1…
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Alexander looks at Leah in the ring, smiles, and claps as The Cabal heads to the ring. The fans are booing them greatly. El D jaws with the ones in the first few rows, as does Vaughn, but Page simply ignores them. As they get to ringside, Alexander is handed two mics by a ringside attendant before The Cabal enters the ring. As they step in, Alexander hands one of the microphones to Leah and keeps the other himself. As the boos and music fade Alexander begins to speak. *
Alexander Marshall: I just wanted to take this time to tell my Cabal associates how very proud I am of them, and how happy they have made me.
*The crowd begins to boo, and a half-full bottle of water is thrown and hits Marshall in the chest. Alexander snaps and begins screaming as he points into the crowd at someone. *
Alexander Marshall: RIGHT THERE! THIRD ROW! TERRY MARSHALL T-SHIRT, BROWN HAIR! THROW HIS A$$ OUT! THROW HIM OUT RIGHT NOW!
*The crowd begins booing louder as security grabs the person who threw the bottle and begins removing him. Alexander fixes his hair as he calms down a bit. *
Alexander Marshall: Now that I have unquestionable control of Thunder Pro, order will once again be restored. No more of the rowdiness from the fans, and no more throwing garbage in the ring. NOW! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by that Thunderamoron. I want to show my gratitude to my fellow Cabal members, and as such I will be bestowing gifts upon each of them. In your checks this month you can expect a twenty-five thousand dollar bonus, in the back I have a catered dinner for us, with the finest of champagne on ice.
That isn’t all though, I also have some Thunder Pro-related gifts for you all. First, my Queen, THE WAR QUEEN! Leah Aguero. For you, I am rewarding you with a Prestige Championship match at Winter Wrestleland.
*The crowd beings to boo again as Leah raises the microphone.*
Leah Aguero: You know, it's funny how the winds of change can blow in the most unexpected ways. In this world, where chaos reigns and alliances shift, it's survival of the fittest. The Cabal, we understand that better than anyone.
*She takes a moment, her gaze unwavering.*
Leah Aguero: Alexander, I appreciate the Prestige Championship match at Winter Wrestleland. It's a testament to the respect and the power we've earned in this partnership. But, you see, I'm not just the War Queen; I'm 'The Equalizer.’
*The crowd falls momentarily silent, curiosity replacing some of the hostility.*
Leah Aguero: And as 'The Equalizer,' I'll make this Prestige Championship match more than just a contest. I'll turn it into a battle, a struggle, and a reminder of the violence that courses through my veins. That title represents more than gold; it's a symbol of dominance, of control. And when I step into this ring, I won't just fight for victory; I'll fight to bring violence, chaos, and change to Thunder Pro.
*The crowd reacts with a mixture of boos and a smattering of applause, torn between their disdain for the Cabal and their fascination with Leah's words.*
Leah Aguero: Andrea, you are no doubt a formidable opponent. You were, and you still are, a force to be reckoned with. But remember, this is not just about a championship; it's about asserting dominance, about proving that 'The Equalizer' can adapt to any situation and come out on top.
*Leah lowers the microphone, her eyes looking over at Alexander Marshall and then the rest of the Cabal before settling back on the hard cam.*
Leah Aguero: Winter Wrestleland, Andrea, prepare yourself. The War Queen is coming, and she's bringing violence with her.
*She raises the microphone once more, the crowd's reaction a tumultuous mix of emotions.*
Leah Aguero: And remember, Thunder Pro, chaos is our ally. Violence is our friend. Winter Wrestleland will be a night to remember, because 'The Equalizer' will leave her mark on this world.
*The Crowd boos as Leah hands the mic to Alexander and he immediately passes it to El D. *
Alexander Marshall: El Diablo Blanco, I’m so proud of how far you have come since turning your back on these Thunderamorons and the d.N.b, Diablo Nation B*tchs.
*Booing intensifies. *
Alexander Marshall: El D, you made a statement at Night of the Living Dead, and showed that you are made for war. Your actions spoke louder than your words, and that is saying a lot because your words carry a lot of weight. So, for you, I have the gift of a new sponsorship deal. El Diablo Blanco, you are now the spokesman for, and the face of Flaming Hot Doritos.
*A shot of the newly designed “Flaming Hot El D Doritos” appears on the Terry-Tron, causing the fans to boo again. Alexander then produces a prototype of the new chips for El Diablo Blanco to enjoy. El D smiles under his mask as he begins to address the crowd and his gift. *
El Diablo Blanco: Marshall, you finally understand the power of El D, Brother! These Thunderamorons, they were holding me back, but the darkness, the realness, it's all embraced now. As for this Flaming Hot Doritos deal, you've handed me a weapon, Brother, a tool to fuel the flames of my fury.
*El D steps forward, raising the Flaming Hot El D Doritos bag, its fiery design glistening on the big screen.*
El Diablo Blanco: This isn't just a snack; it's a symbol, a beacon of my relentless burning spirit, Brother! At the TP-Dub, the inferno roars, and the flames of my destiny are set to consume all in their path.
*El D can't help but smile under his mask, his eyes filled with the fiery intensity of a true showman.*
El Diablo Blanco: I'm no mere spokesman either, Brother; I'm the embodiment of the heat, the scorching blaze that will reduce my opponents to ashes. They'll feel the burn of their life as I show them what it means to embrace the fire. My destiny is not just to survive; it's to thrive, Brother, to set the ring ablaze and watch my opponents crumble like scorched wood.
*El D reaches into the bag, taking a few Doritos out, crunching them with fiery determination.*
El Diablo Blanco: So, whether you love the heat or fear the fire, get ready because El Diablo Blanco, the Flaming Hot One, is here to turn TP-Dub into an inferno, Brother! These Doritos... they're just the start. The ring, my battlefield, will be an unrelenting blaze. I'll burn bright, I'll burn bold, and everyone in my path will feel the flames of my glory, Brother.
*El D drops the empty Doritos bag as he hands the mic to Vaughn the voice of Mike Zybala breaks over the PA cheering as if the Buffalo Bills just came out with their own line of Blu Cheese. Zybala appears at the top of the entranceway wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and comes down the aisle cheering for Peter Vaughn over the mic. Zybala climbs into the ring and begins to hug Vaughn who looks a bit taken back by the hug and isn’t hugging Zybala back. Alexander puts his arm on Zybala’s shoulder and pulls him away from Vaughn. *
Alexander Marshall: Mike, Mike Mike, I uh, didn’t expect to see you out here. I thought you’d be preparing for your big match.
Mike Zybala: Ah, you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready. I just wanted to come out here, show my main man Peter Vaughn some love and, of course, see what you had for my gift.
Alexander Marshall: Oh… Yes, your gift. It… it is something huge. As a matter of fact, I will make the announcement to the world now. Thunder Pro Wrestling will now be streaming all Outsiders events on our website and will have the full video library available as well.
Mike Zybala: Really?! Dude, that is freaking awesome!
*Fans boo. *
Mike Zybala: What? Did you expect me to be butt hurt by that response? Angered that I'm not getting more? Ninja, please! I have held gold everywhere I've been. I'm a two-time Hall of Famer. I've done almost everything I wanted to do in my career. Now, my main focus is Outsiders. I wanna make my baby as big as possible, and getting yet another platform to display that falls in line perfectly with that plan! I'm gonna make sure Outsiders goes world wide by any means necessary! You can boo me now, but you'll see! We build the stars of tomorrow! We recognize talent before anyone else does! Just look at Vaughn! Look at Lord Allton! Look at The Malvados!
*Zybala starts to pant with anger as Vaughn pats Zybala on the back reassuringly. Zybala turns to smile at Vaughn to show he's okay.*
Peter Vaughn: Mike, bring it down a bit. We all know watching Outsiders is a good way to pass the time during a wait at the DMV. Now, what is it you wanted to reward me with Alexander?
Alexander Marshall: Well, it’s not quite as exciting as a potato chip sponsorship, or hosting your content, but it is still very exciting I think. As your reward for captaining the Cabal inside War Games, you Peter Vaughn can select the match stipulation for your match with Matt Knox at Winter Wrestleland.
*The crowd begins to boo intensely, and chant “BULLSH*T! BULLSH*T! BULLSH*T!” while Zybala claps enthusiastically. Vaughn similes and waits for the crowd to die down. *
Peter Vaughn: In spite of that enthusiastic response from the crowd, I’m going to have to veto any match that involves cattle manure. This is TPW, the contest needs to be infinitely grander than that.
*The audience is still fired up, trying to drown Vaughn out, but he has no problem talking over them.*
Peter Vaughn: As for what the stipulation will be, well, I’d say it’s tremendously obvious to even the least-invested wrestling fan…. that I WON’T be revealing that at this time. Why would I want to give my “rival” a head’s up this early in the game? No, I’m sure we’re going to come up with something… memorable for our friendly neighborhood tweeter… but you’re not finding out about it tonight.
*As Vaughn finishes he hands the mic to Chris Page. *
Alexander Marshall: And last, but certainly not least, the man who started the War for us. The in-cage general, Chris P…
*Page cuts Alexander off by holding up his hand. Chris cuts a gaze at Alexander that we’ve never seen from him before *
Chris Page: With all due respect.
* The crowd lets out a gasp *
Chris Page: I honestly can give two s**ts about what you are wanting to offer me because there is only one thing that I have eyes for.
* Chris slowly starts to turn his head toward Peter Vaughn’s International Title which garners a huge reception from the crowd before slowly turning his head back toward Alexander Marshall *
Chris Page: Mr. Marshall, I find it rather interesting how you will award a guy who led his team at War Games to failure a shot at the International Championship… and yet… haven’t given me a ONE ON ONE shot at reclaiming something that was stolen from me.
* El D and Leah try to pull Chris aside but he yanks his arms free from their grasp. Chris turns his attention to both and spouts out *
Chris Page: You get one of those, and you just used it. Lay a hand on me again and the last thing you’ll have to worry about is avenging a loss to a b***h a** rook.
* Chris pivots his attention back toward Alexander *
Chris Page: As I was saying, you are going to stand in this ring and look me in the eyes and convince me that somehow on some planet Peter Vaughn vs Matt Knox is your next Title match when Mattie hasn’t done anything but lose every major Main Event he’s been a part of the involves the Cabal?
* Chris smirks at Alex *
Chris Page: You can sit here with a straight face and pretend that Vaughn vs Knox is more marquee than Peter Vaughn nutting up and getting back in the ring with ONE of the TWO men that has put him down in Thunder Pro Wrestling? Nah bro, sounds like you’re protecting him from me.
* Chris turns his attention toward Peter *
Chris Page: Before anyone gets anything twisted you and I both know there is some unfinished business, and thus far I’ve been a very patient man. I’ve played with Zolton, I’ve toyed with the pawns of this federation, but more importantly I’ve done this to you.
* Chris points to the TERRY-TRON *
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Markson: WE ARE DOWN TO THE WIRE HERE!!!
Hotcakes: Someone better do something.
*Vaughn drops his hips and with all the power he has left delivers a German suplex to Page. Vaughn holds onto the waist lock hooking for a pin. *
1…
2…
3…
Markson: PETER VAUGHN DID IT, HE GOT THE SECOND AND DECIDING FALL!!!
*The timer strikes zero and Vaughn releases the waist lock on Page. Vaughn and Page both roll away from each other neither man able to get off of the mat. Referee Wallace walks over to Page and raises Page’s hand. *
Markson: WHAT!?!?!
Hotcakes: LOOK AT THE REPLAY!!!
*On the jumbo screen a replay is shown of the closing seconds, Vaughn is not bridged with the German suplex, and at the count of 2, Page stuck his shoulder up, and Vaughn was pinned under him. A stunned hush of shock goes over the arena. *
Steve Cotton: YOUR WINNNER…. AND NEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!!!!
Markson: ATLAS HAS SHRUGGED! PETER VAUGHN IS NO LONGER THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!
Hotcakes: I can’t believe it, I didn’t think we’d ever see anyone take that championship from Peter Vaughn.
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Chris Page: It still eats at you, doesn’t it?
* Chris turns toward Alexander *
Chris Page: And it eats at you too, Alex.
* Chris then states *
Chris Page: What I want, is what I should have gotten at RetroMania, a one on one shot at the TPW International Championship.
*Alexander looks a bit shocked by Page’s request and is silent for a few moments as he collects his thoughts. *
Alexander Marshall: Chris, I can’t just give you an International Championship match with Vaughn. The whole point of The Cabal was to take power and is currently to maintain the power. You are supposed to be knocking off threats to our power, not looking to take the power for yourself. I’ll give you a match with anyone else in TPW, or for any other title in TPW, but you can’t have that one.
Chris Page: It’s your bed Marshall, now you can lay in it.
*Page drops the mic and turns around. Page pauses for a moment and looks back over his shoulder at the rest of The Cabal who all look a bit confused. Vaughn tries to grab Page by the arm, but Page pulls his arm away and steps out of the ring. Page begins heading up the entranceway to the back, receiving a mixed reaction from the fans. The Cabal all look confused in the ring and begin talking amongst themselves as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
Markson: PETER VAUGHN DID IT, HE GOT THE SECOND AND DECIDING FALL!!!
*The timer strikes zero and Vaughn releases the waist lock on Page. Vaughn and Page both roll away from each other neither man able to get off of the mat. Referee Wallace walks over to Page and raises Page’s hand. *
Markson: WHAT!?!?!
Hotcakes: LOOK AT THE REPLAY!!!
*On the jumbo screen a replay is shown of the closing seconds, Vaughn is not bridged with the German suplex, and at the count of 2, Page stuck his shoulder up, and Vaughn was pinned under him. A stunned hush of shock goes over the arena. *
Steve Cotton: YOUR WINNNER…. AND NEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!!!!
Markson: ATLAS HAS SHRUGGED! PETER VAUGHN IS NO LONGER THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!
Hotcakes: I can’t believe it, I didn’t think we’d ever see anyone take that championship from Peter Vaughn.
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Chris Page: It still eats at you, doesn’t it?
* Chris turns toward Alexander *
Chris Page: And it eats at you too, Alex.
* Chris then states *
Chris Page: What I want, is what I should have gotten at RetroMania, a one on one shot at the TPW International Championship.
*Alexander looks a bit shocked by Page’s request and is silent for a few moments as he collects his thoughts. *
Alexander Marshall: Chris, I can’t just give you an International Championship match with Vaughn. The whole point of The Cabal was to take power and is currently to maintain the power. You are supposed to be knocking off threats to our power, not looking to take the power for yourself. I’ll give you a match with anyone else in TPW, or for any other title in TPW, but you can’t have that one.
Chris Page: It’s your bed Marshall, now you can lay in it.
*Page drops the mic and turns around. Page pauses for a moment and looks back over his shoulder at the rest of The Cabal who all look a bit confused. Vaughn tries to grab Page by the arm, but Page pulls his arm away and steps out of the ring. Page begins heading up the entranceway to the back, receiving a mixed reaction from the fans. The Cabal all look confused in the ring and begin talking amongst themselves as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Peter Vaughn standing in the corner having a heated conversation with Alexander Marshall. Sal Badman had made his way to the ring during the commercial break as well, and looks ready to go.
As the ref steps to the side, signaling for the bell to ring, Sal Badman steps forward, wanting to say a few taunts to get under the already irritated Vaughn’s skin. He doesn’t get the chance, as Vaughn immediately kicks him, then delivers the Keyholder (Ripcord DDT)!!
The ref looks back, startled, as the bell sounds. Vaughn drops onto Badman with one arm, and the ref comes over, reluctantly making the count
The ref looks back, startled, as the bell sounds. Vaughn drops onto Badman with one arm, and the ref comes over, reluctantly making the count
1...
2...
3...
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner... PETER VAUGHN!!!
*Vaughn doesn't even celebrate he just rolls out of the ring and begins talking to Alexander Marshall. Alexander and Vaughn both look heated as they head up the entrance way. *
Markson: Well... that didn't take long
Napier: Why would you think it would? Sal Badman looks like an extra from Mad Men in his underwear, and Peter Vaughn is The International Champion.
Markson: Oh, I wasn't talking about the match, I'm talking about The Cabal imploding. How many egos can you fit into a group before they clash?
Napier: The Cabal is not imploding, they are fine. Chris Page just gets a little hot headed sometimes, I'm sure they will talk this out and smooth things over.
Markson: That seems unlikely, he was pretty upset.
Napier: You don't know what upset is Mark. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT NOTHING!!!
*The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. *
Markson: Woah, woah, woah! I did not have this on my program! Is this who I think it is?!
Napier: YES IT IS!
*After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He wears thorn jeans, black boots and a black “CCPE” T-shirt, looking a little bulkier than normal but other than that, he looks the same.*
Markson: The last time we saw Xavier in TPW was when he was trying to get Marcus Ka’Derrion to give up his World Title shot against Chris Page and join CCPE.
Napier: Yeah that didn’t go so well for Page, and so Xavier’s services were no longer needed I guess… But he’s back, and he’s still with CCPE it seems.
*Xavier looks around at the crowd who is giving him a mix reaction, not knowing what to make of his ‘return’. He makes his way down the ramp, and once at ringside, he jumps on the apron and then gets inside the ring. There Steve Cotton, who was waiting to announce the next match, hands him his microphone and then promptly exits the ring. Xavier waits for his music to die and then looks around at the crowd who are still unsure about him. He smirks arrogantly like he is known to do and brings the mic up to his mouth.*
Xavier: Look I’m sorry for the interruption, I know no one expected me here so I will make this very brief. Some of you may remember me and some of you may not, but for those who don’t know me, I go by the name Xavier Lux and I am simply known as the man with venom in his veins…
*He pauses to see what kind of reaction he gets, and the crowd continues to be 50/50 on him. *
Xavier: But some of you may also know me as a proud member of CCPE…
*He points to his shirt and the crowd 100% turns on him, booing loudly. He smirks again. *
Xavier: Yeah, I know, I know… But CCPE might as well be dead and even if it isn’t, I no longer considers myself affiliated with them.
*He drops the mic and rips the shirt off him down the middle in a way that would make Terry Marshall proud. The crowd cheers slightly, however, underneath he still wears a t-shirt, that one having the word “Mecca” on it. I guess now we know why he looked bulkier than normal. He picks up the mic and then looks at his shirt, acting as if he didn’t know he was wearing it. *
Xavier: Oh… Some of you may know me as a proud member of Mecca too… Nah, that’s also dead and buried.
*Once again he drops the mic and rips the shirt off too, causing more fans to cheer. Yet, he still wears another t-shirt, but this one has a number and two letters: “7DS” with a barrel of a gun logo that has different faces on each barrel, one of them being his. He picks up the mic again, notices the third shirt but this one he smiles at and taps it proudly. *
Xavier: Now this, if you don’t know what this is, well, this isn’t a fraction, a stable or an enterprise… This is simply… family…. And it was my family that told me dude, stop joining all these groups trying to fit in… Stop trying to be the meanest son of a bitch out there… There are plenty of assholes in the world already… as a matter of fact, stop trying to be what they want you to be… Just go back to being what made you… you… But there lie the problem fans… It’s been so long that I don’t know if I am still that guy, or how to find him… I thought I had found that guy in my last 2 promotions, but one place left me and I left the other before I had a chance… So now I’ve decided to start working backwards until I found him… and well there was one promotion before TPW, but I’ll be damn if I ever go back to that hell hole so the next stop in the search for X is right here, in TPW.
*The crowd once again gives a mix reaction. *
Xavier: Here where I defeated one of my heroes, Robert “The Omega” Main only to step aside and let “my friend” Peter Vaughn win the International championship… Here where I defeated Drew Archyle only to come up short against the North American Champion Supreme Machine… Here where I defeated El Diablo Blanco, only to lose my TPW contract to my brother Marcus Ka’Derrion in a loser leaves fed match… Yeah, TPW wasn’t the kindest to me either, but even without a contract, I feel like this might be the place after all where I find out just who the hell I am!
*The crowd cheers a little more. *
Xavier: So I guess I better go find me a Marshall huh? Stay tuned TPW fans…
*Xavier tosses the mic to Steve Cotton as he leaves the ring and then heads to the back like a man on the mission.*
Markson: So Xavier Lux is back to see if TPW is the place where he finds who he once was?
Napier: Yeah, but he can’t do that without a contract. Like he said, he lost a loser leaves fed match… and as far as I know, those contracts are permanent.
Markson: Yeah, but remember that was under Terry Marshall’s rule, but now Alexander is in charge, so maybe he has a chance.
Napier: Maybe.
Markson: Woah, woah, woah! I did not have this on my program! Is this who I think it is?!
Napier: YES IT IS!
*After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He wears thorn jeans, black boots and a black “CCPE” T-shirt, looking a little bulkier than normal but other than that, he looks the same.*
Markson: The last time we saw Xavier in TPW was when he was trying to get Marcus Ka’Derrion to give up his World Title shot against Chris Page and join CCPE.
Napier: Yeah that didn’t go so well for Page, and so Xavier’s services were no longer needed I guess… But he’s back, and he’s still with CCPE it seems.
*Xavier looks around at the crowd who is giving him a mix reaction, not knowing what to make of his ‘return’. He makes his way down the ramp, and once at ringside, he jumps on the apron and then gets inside the ring. There Steve Cotton, who was waiting to announce the next match, hands him his microphone and then promptly exits the ring. Xavier waits for his music to die and then looks around at the crowd who are still unsure about him. He smirks arrogantly like he is known to do and brings the mic up to his mouth.*
Xavier: Look I’m sorry for the interruption, I know no one expected me here so I will make this very brief. Some of you may remember me and some of you may not, but for those who don’t know me, I go by the name Xavier Lux and I am simply known as the man with venom in his veins…
*He pauses to see what kind of reaction he gets, and the crowd continues to be 50/50 on him. *
Xavier: But some of you may also know me as a proud member of CCPE…
*He points to his shirt and the crowd 100% turns on him, booing loudly. He smirks again. *
Xavier: Yeah, I know, I know… But CCPE might as well be dead and even if it isn’t, I no longer considers myself affiliated with them.
*He drops the mic and rips the shirt off him down the middle in a way that would make Terry Marshall proud. The crowd cheers slightly, however, underneath he still wears a t-shirt, that one having the word “Mecca” on it. I guess now we know why he looked bulkier than normal. He picks up the mic and then looks at his shirt, acting as if he didn’t know he was wearing it. *
Xavier: Oh… Some of you may know me as a proud member of Mecca too… Nah, that’s also dead and buried.
*Once again he drops the mic and rips the shirt off too, causing more fans to cheer. Yet, he still wears another t-shirt, but this one has a number and two letters: “7DS” with a barrel of a gun logo that has different faces on each barrel, one of them being his. He picks up the mic again, notices the third shirt but this one he smiles at and taps it proudly. *
Xavier: Now this, if you don’t know what this is, well, this isn’t a fraction, a stable or an enterprise… This is simply… family…. And it was my family that told me dude, stop joining all these groups trying to fit in… Stop trying to be the meanest son of a bitch out there… There are plenty of assholes in the world already… as a matter of fact, stop trying to be what they want you to be… Just go back to being what made you… you… But there lie the problem fans… It’s been so long that I don’t know if I am still that guy, or how to find him… I thought I had found that guy in my last 2 promotions, but one place left me and I left the other before I had a chance… So now I’ve decided to start working backwards until I found him… and well there was one promotion before TPW, but I’ll be damn if I ever go back to that hell hole so the next stop in the search for X is right here, in TPW.
*The crowd once again gives a mix reaction. *
Xavier: Here where I defeated one of my heroes, Robert “The Omega” Main only to step aside and let “my friend” Peter Vaughn win the International championship… Here where I defeated Drew Archyle only to come up short against the North American Champion Supreme Machine… Here where I defeated El Diablo Blanco, only to lose my TPW contract to my brother Marcus Ka’Derrion in a loser leaves fed match… Yeah, TPW wasn’t the kindest to me either, but even without a contract, I feel like this might be the place after all where I find out just who the hell I am!
*The crowd cheers a little more. *
Xavier: So I guess I better go find me a Marshall huh? Stay tuned TPW fans…
*Xavier tosses the mic to Steve Cotton as he leaves the ring and then heads to the back like a man on the mission.*
Markson: So Xavier Lux is back to see if TPW is the place where he finds who he once was?
Napier: Yeah, but he can’t do that without a contract. Like he said, he lost a loser leaves fed match… and as far as I know, those contracts are permanent.
Markson: Yeah, but remember that was under Terry Marshall’s rule, but now Alexander is in charge, so maybe he has a chance.
Napier: Maybe.
Markson: While the future of Xavier Lux's contract may be in question, one thing that is for sure is that we still have some great action in store for you great Thunderamaniacs, and we'll bring that to you right after this commercial break.
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring to introduce te next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is… A THREE WAY DANCE!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Decatur, GA, and weighing in at 275lbs. He is The Legend, this is ROB WILLIAAAAMMMSSS!!!
*"Ready or Not" begins coming through the speakers as "The Legend" Rob Williams slides out from behind the curtain. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Williams walks to the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, hailing from Lexington, KY, and weighing in at 180lbs, this is JAKE KEEEEETOOONNN!!!
*A howl leads into "The Wolf" by Whiskey Myers as the crowd pops and Jake Keeton steps out on the stage. He walks to each side taking in the reaction and pointing before shifting his focus to the ring. He makes his way down the aisle before rolling under the bottom rope and waiting for the match to start. *
Steve Cotton: And the final contestant, hailing from Neverland, weighing in at 160lbs, this is PAAAAAANNN!!!
*The ramp starts to fill with an eerie green smoke as Pan appears at the top. The crowd is also cast in eerie green lighting that seems to pulse in rhythm with the music. On the main screen is just a series of haunting close ups of children’s faces that periodically “skip tape”, also in tune with the song (see the Youtube video for the song). Pan is wearing a long coat usually, and he’ll run to the ring and slide under the bottom rope, paying no heed to anyone in attendance but not exactly rebuffing them either. He’ll get up and quietly walk to his corner, waiting for his opponent or the match to start.*
Markson: This is an interesting mix of styles, a high-flier, a veteran high-flier who can really go all around, and a technical powerhouse.
Napier: Two of these men are making their debuts tonight, and it’s only Pan’s second match, so everyone is going to be looking to impress here tonight.
*As the bell sounds the three men begin to circle around each other. Keeton motions to Pan, and Pan nods his head. The two men begin to circle around the much larger Williams. Williams sizes the two men up and lunges at the bigger Keeton. Williams hits a tackle on Keeton knocking him into the ropes. Williams turns to Pan, who hits Williams in the chest with a dropkick. Williams staggers back toward the ropes and as he does Keeton Pulls the top rope down and Williams tumbles over the top rope to the outside.
Keeton pulls himself up with the ropes and looks at Pan. The two men nod at each other and begin to circle. Pan charges at Keeton, and Keeton oles out of the way and shoves Pan in the back sending him into the ropes. As Pan comes off Keeton leap frogs him. Keeton spins around and drops down, and as he comes off rolls rolls over a keeton and to his feet. Keeton hops up and charges at Pan, and this time Pan leapfrogs over Keeton as Keeton comes off the ropes Pan drops to his back and catches Keeton, flipping him into the air, but Keeton flips through and lands on his feet. *
Markson: Amazing athletic ability from Jake Keeton and Pan.
Napier: Kind of looks like Captain hook fighting Peter Pan.
Markson: Does that make Rob Williams Smee?
*Pan and Keeton are starring at each other when Williams pulls himself up onto the apron. Keeton and Pan charge at Williams and double dropkick him, sending Williams flying off the apron into the security railing with a loud crashing thud.
Keeton and Pan both hop to their feet both charge at each other and both go for Japanese arm drags at the same time. Both men crash to the mat and roll up at the same time. Both men go for a dropkick at the same time and both fall to the mat again. Both men roll up and face off and the crowd begins to cheer. *
Markson: Such speed and athleticism.
Napier: They are going to wear themselves out and be easy picking for Rob Williams.
*Pan and Keeton nod at each other as the crowd cheers. Keeton relaxes a bit, causing Pan to relax too. As soon as Pan relaxes Keeton strikes with a straight left jab to the mouth of Pan. Pan steps back holding his mouth when Keeton charges within Buy One Get One Free (Running Elbow Strike/Lariat Combo). Keeton drops Pan to the mat and then runs to the ropes where Williams grabs Keeton by the ankle tripping him to the mat.
Williams pulls Keeton under the bottom rope, then grabs Keeton by the head, spins him around, and throws him headfirst into the security railing. Williams then rolls into the ring and gets to his feet as Pan pushes himself to his feet. *
Markson: Rob Williams just imposing his will by utilizing his pure size and strength.
Napier: Forget Smee, Rob Willaims is Tick-Tock Croc.
*Pan charges Willaims, and Williams goes to lunge for him, but Pan slides between the legs of Williams. Pan pops right up to his feet springs to the second rope and hits a turn around cross body onto the turning Williams. Williams catches Pan though, and throws Pan up onto his shoulders. Williams takes a few steps forward and throws Pan off of his shoulders, over the top rope, and onto Keeton as Keeton is getting to his feet. Pan lands on Keeton and both men fall to the ground. *
Markson: Impressive power from Rob Williams.
Napier: You don’t become a legend by being a weakling.
*Williams rolls outside of the ring, and grabs Pan, as Pan is pulling himself up on the railing. Williams pulls Pan closer to him and then shoves Pan into the railing, where Pan crashes into it. Williams takes a step back, and then comes with a running big boot, booting Pan in the head and sending Pan flipping over the railing into the front row.
Williams turns to see Keeton who is getting to his feet. Williams grabs Keeton by the hair and begins pulling him up when Keeton lands a hard body shot to the stomach of Willaims. Willams bends over a bit, and Keeton lands an uppercut to the throat of Williams. Keeton runs, springs off the ring steps, and comes off with a jumping forearm to the jaw of Williams that knocks Williams back into the railing. Keeton is quick to his feet, and he jumps to the apron. Keeton then leaps off with a moonsault onto Williams, dropping Williams to the ground. *
Markson: The crowd is cheering like crazy after that moonsault from Jake Keeton.
Napier: I guess those old knees of Jake Keeton still have some spring in them.
*Pan is crawling back over the security railing when Keeton grabs him and throws him into the ring. Keeton hops to the apron and stands up as he waits for Pan to get to his feet. As Pan staggers to his feet Keeton springs to the top rope and leaps off toward Pan, but Pan sees him coming, and leaps into the air, drop kicking Keeton out of mid-air, dropping Keeton to the mat hard.
Pan rolls up to the corner and quickly scales to the top rope. As Pan stands upright on the top he sees Williams getting up on the outside. Pan looks back at Keeton, and then back at Willaims. Pan leaps off the top rope with a shooting star press to the outside and comes crashing down on top of Williams, and both men collapse to the ground. *
Markson: OH MY!!! Insane move to the outside from Pan.
Napier: This kid is crazy, that is a huge risk. Pan should have just hit that move on Jake Keeton and made the pin.
*Keeton slowly gets to his feet and looks outside of the ring to see Pan rolling back in. Keeton moves in and goes for a right hook, but Pan ducks. Pan answers back with a right of his own, but Keeton blocks and catches Pan’s arm, and then grabs Pan by the head. Keeton quickly moves into position and hits a lightning-fast Detox (Lightning Spiral). Keeton makes the pin.
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Williams pulls Keeton out of the ring breaking the count up. Williams grabs Keeton by the throat, lifts him up, and chokes slams Keeton onto the ring apron. Williams rolls into the ring just as Pan is pushing himself to his feet. Williams slams a forearm across the back on Pan, and then grabs Pan by the head and spikes him to the mat with a DDT. Williams rolls to his feet, hits the closest ropes, and comes back dropping an elbow on Pan. Williams rolls into a cover on Pan. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: It looks like Rob Williams is in solid control of the match right now, but will he be able to maintain that control?
Napier: Williams is about to crush Pan like a bug, and it looks like that choke slam on Jake Keeton will leave Keeton in a different kind of chair.
*Williams pulls Pan to a seat position, then runs into the ropes and drives a knee into the back of Pan as he comes running back. The impact of the knee sends Pan falling forward onto his face. Williams quickly mounts Pan, pulls his arms up, and then hooks him in a Camel Clutch. Williams sinks his hips low and pulls back hard on the chin of Pan.
Pan is stuck in the middle of the ring and his face is showing a mask of pain as the much larger Williams pulls back harder on him. Keeton appears on the apron, holding onto the ropes behind Willaims. Keeton springs to the top rope and comes flying off, catches Willaims in a bulldog, driving Williams face into the mat to a big pop from the crowd. *
Markson: OH MY! Huge move from Jake Keeton, Pan certainly couldn’t take much more of that.
Napier: Rob Williams was about to break his back and make him humble.
*Keeton rolls to his feet, while Pan rolls to the corner and Willaims slowly gets up holding his head. Keeton moves in and lands two hard body shots on Willaims. Williams attempts a wild haymaker, but Keeton ducks under it catches Willaim's arm, and twists it into a hammerlock. Keeton then spins around and delivers the Buzz Kill (Pepsi Twist) dropping Williams to the mat.
Willaims begins staggering to his feet, and Keeton moves in grabbing Willaims by the head. Keeton begins to spin Williams around for the Like I Roll (Cutthroat Corkscrew Neckbreaker), but as they begin to turn Willams grabs Keeton’s hands and breaks them apart. Williams spins Keeton back around and boots Keeton in the stomach. Williams quickly grabs Keeton and pulls Keeton into the prone position between legs by their hair for a jumping piledriver. Climb to the top rope, look around the arena, diving headbutt*
Markson: Rob Williams absolutely spiked Jake Keeton with that piledriver, and now he is looking to finish him off with that top rope headbutt.
Napier: The piledriver should have been enough, but Williams wants to put the icing on the cake.
*As Willimas gets to the top rope, Pan runs down the apron and shoves Williams before he can stand upright. Williams goes flying off the top rope, falling onto his face on the ring apron and then rolling to the floor. Pan quickly scales to the top rope and comes off with The “Kind Im Herzen” ( reverse 720 splash) onto Keeton. Pan makes the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. PAN!!!
Napier: Pan stole that win.
Markson: Pan didn’t steal anything, he was opportunistic and picked his spot at the right time.
*The shot focuses on Pan on the outside of the ring holding his back. Ref Beard raises Pan’s hand to cheers form the crowd Pan begins to head up the ramp as the camera cuts to the commentary table. *
Markson: OH MY!!! Insane move to the outside from Pan.
Napier: This kid is crazy, that is a huge risk. Pan should have just hit that move on Jake Keeton and made the pin.
*Keeton slowly gets to his feet and looks outside of the ring to see Pan rolling back in. Keeton moves in and goes for a right hook, but Pan ducks. Pan answers back with a right of his own, but Keeton blocks and catches Pan’s arm, and then grabs Pan by the head. Keeton quickly moves into position and hits a lightning-fast Detox (Lightning Spiral). Keeton makes the pin.
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Williams pulls Keeton out of the ring breaking the count up. Williams grabs Keeton by the throat, lifts him up, and chokes slams Keeton onto the ring apron. Williams rolls into the ring just as Pan is pushing himself to his feet. Williams slams a forearm across the back on Pan, and then grabs Pan by the head and spikes him to the mat with a DDT. Williams rolls to his feet, hits the closest ropes, and comes back dropping an elbow on Pan. Williams rolls into a cover on Pan. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: It looks like Rob Williams is in solid control of the match right now, but will he be able to maintain that control?
Napier: Williams is about to crush Pan like a bug, and it looks like that choke slam on Jake Keeton will leave Keeton in a different kind of chair.
*Williams pulls Pan to a seat position, then runs into the ropes and drives a knee into the back of Pan as he comes running back. The impact of the knee sends Pan falling forward onto his face. Williams quickly mounts Pan, pulls his arms up, and then hooks him in a Camel Clutch. Williams sinks his hips low and pulls back hard on the chin of Pan.
Pan is stuck in the middle of the ring and his face is showing a mask of pain as the much larger Williams pulls back harder on him. Keeton appears on the apron, holding onto the ropes behind Willaims. Keeton springs to the top rope and comes flying off, catches Willaims in a bulldog, driving Williams face into the mat to a big pop from the crowd. *
Markson: OH MY! Huge move from Jake Keeton, Pan certainly couldn’t take much more of that.
Napier: Rob Williams was about to break his back and make him humble.
*Keeton rolls to his feet, while Pan rolls to the corner and Willaims slowly gets up holding his head. Keeton moves in and lands two hard body shots on Willaims. Williams attempts a wild haymaker, but Keeton ducks under it catches Willaim's arm, and twists it into a hammerlock. Keeton then spins around and delivers the Buzz Kill (Pepsi Twist) dropping Williams to the mat.
Willaims begins staggering to his feet, and Keeton moves in grabbing Willaims by the head. Keeton begins to spin Williams around for the Like I Roll (Cutthroat Corkscrew Neckbreaker), but as they begin to turn Willams grabs Keeton’s hands and breaks them apart. Williams spins Keeton back around and boots Keeton in the stomach. Williams quickly grabs Keeton and pulls Keeton into the prone position between legs by their hair for a jumping piledriver. Climb to the top rope, look around the arena, diving headbutt*
Markson: Rob Williams absolutely spiked Jake Keeton with that piledriver, and now he is looking to finish him off with that top rope headbutt.
Napier: The piledriver should have been enough, but Williams wants to put the icing on the cake.
*As Willimas gets to the top rope, Pan runs down the apron and shoves Williams before he can stand upright. Williams goes flying off the top rope, falling onto his face on the ring apron and then rolling to the floor. Pan quickly scales to the top rope and comes off with The “Kind Im Herzen” ( reverse 720 splash) onto Keeton. Pan makes the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. PAN!!!
Napier: Pan stole that win.
Markson: Pan didn’t steal anything, he was opportunistic and picked his spot at the right time.
*The shot focuses on Pan on the outside of the ring holding his back. Ref Beard raises Pan’s hand to cheers form the crowd Pan begins to head up the ramp as the camera cuts to the commentary table. *
Markson: All three men looked absolutely impressive in there, and they all have bright futures ahead of them here in Thunder Pro.
Napier: Especially if one of them is smart enough to join The Cabal.
Markson: Not everyone is a leech who sucks at the company teat.
Napier: Language Mark, this is a family show.
*Markson sighs at the camera moves to a shot of the sold-out arena, The fans are slightly restless as they can feel a buzz in the air.*
Markson: We may not agree on much Nick, but we can agree that it has been a big night so far and we have more to come.
Napier: Been kinda wanting to see you get punched again, now that was a heck of a night.
Markson: Don’t remind me. That bitch, I try to console her and what do I get?
Napier: Man, Veronica Cain was breaking monitors and everything she could get her hands on and you thought it was a good idea to tell her you are sorry she got screwed?
*Markson kinda shuts up as the ThunderTron lights up and we see SANDY MARSHALL stands in front of the TPW logo giant wall poster behind her.*
Sandy: Boy do I have a shock for everyone in attendance. It was just last month when this TPW Superstar, the daughter of The Raven and the Cowgirl, was suspended!
Markson: Son of a…
Napier: Bahahaha!
*The Thunderites pop loudly as Veronica Strader-Cain steps into the camera view, and surprisingly, Max Max stands behind her with her arms crossed. Veronica runs her right hand through her slicked back medium dirty blonde hair, sporting an Amber Ryan t-shirt from the original Duos title tournament when she owned 49% of TPW. She sneers for the fans as Sandy continues. Veronica twirls the microphone in her hands.*
Sandy: First of all, Veronica, welcome back to TPW.
Strader-Cain: Thanks, Sandy.
Sandy: We gotta know, did you agree with the suspension?
*The Thunderites Boo-Urns the suspension and Veronica hides a smirk.*
Strader-Cain: I can say I understand why they did. I destroyed a fair amount of equipment I just got a cheque for and I punched a non-wrestling employee. Mark Markson, I mean this from the bottom of my cold heart… I do apologize for striking you. You didn’t deserve my ire, you just happened to be in my face at the wrong time.
Markson: *grumbles*
Napier: Come on, man. Accept the apology.
Sandy: How are you feeling after the unsuccessful cash-in attempt on Peter Vaughn, our International Champion?
Strader-Cain: First off, I didn’t want to cash in. I wanted a straight up match, but the rule surrounding the Claim The Fame Briefcase is it had to be a cash in.
Sandy: But if you won you would’ve had to face your dad at Winter Wrestleland, and you two have made huge strides in building a father/daughter relationship.
Strader-Cain: That’s the same bullshit reason Marcus Welsh said when he didn’t draft me and chose people I know he didn’t even like or trust. I’m disappointed that Vaughn took the outside help to retain. I thought he respected me more than that, but it isn’t the first time I have been wrong about someone and it won’t be the last.
Sandy: Do you plan to get another match for the International Championship down the line?
Strader-Cain: Fudge no. I’m not chasing anything. I was hired to wrestle. So I am here to wrestle. I’m tired of people taking shortcuts like the Big Bifford title shot in OCW and now here in TPW. It’s just going to happen again, so screw it. I’m not asking for anything other than to get in the ring and wrestle. I’m third gen on my dad’s side, fourth on my mom’s, and I am just here to wrestle.
Sandy: A lot of people believe you will be a world champion, some even say it’ll be right here in TPW and - - -
*Veronica interrupts, her glasz eyes a steel-grey-blue colour staring a hole through the camera lens.*
Strader-Cain: I don’t care. I am at my best when my only goal is kicking ass in the ring. Once a title enters the picture my focus shifts and it doesn’t work out. The definition of insanity is doing the same over and over again expecting a different result.
Sandy: Well, on the next edition of Thunder you make your return to a TPW ring and I speak for all the fans that we are glad to have you back. Anything else you wanted to say?
*Veronica looks down momentarily and everyone watching can feel her gaze.*
Strader-Cain: God forgives.
THUNDERITES: I DON’T!
Markson: Well, they still love her.
Napier: That they do. Max is looking good.
Markson: I heard the cook in catering, Andre I think his name is, was wanting her to spit in his mouth or something.
Napier: Well... I mean I'd let her...
Napier: Been kinda wanting to see you get punched again, now that was a heck of a night.
Markson: Don’t remind me. That bitch, I try to console her and what do I get?
Napier: Man, Veronica Cain was breaking monitors and everything she could get her hands on and you thought it was a good idea to tell her you are sorry she got screwed?
*Markson kinda shuts up as the ThunderTron lights up and we see SANDY MARSHALL stands in front of the TPW logo giant wall poster behind her.*
Sandy: Boy do I have a shock for everyone in attendance. It was just last month when this TPW Superstar, the daughter of The Raven and the Cowgirl, was suspended!
Markson: Son of a…
Napier: Bahahaha!
*The Thunderites pop loudly as Veronica Strader-Cain steps into the camera view, and surprisingly, Max Max stands behind her with her arms crossed. Veronica runs her right hand through her slicked back medium dirty blonde hair, sporting an Amber Ryan t-shirt from the original Duos title tournament when she owned 49% of TPW. She sneers for the fans as Sandy continues. Veronica twirls the microphone in her hands.*
Sandy: First of all, Veronica, welcome back to TPW.
Strader-Cain: Thanks, Sandy.
Sandy: We gotta know, did you agree with the suspension?
*The Thunderites Boo-Urns the suspension and Veronica hides a smirk.*
Strader-Cain: I can say I understand why they did. I destroyed a fair amount of equipment I just got a cheque for and I punched a non-wrestling employee. Mark Markson, I mean this from the bottom of my cold heart… I do apologize for striking you. You didn’t deserve my ire, you just happened to be in my face at the wrong time.
Markson: *grumbles*
Napier: Come on, man. Accept the apology.
Sandy: How are you feeling after the unsuccessful cash-in attempt on Peter Vaughn, our International Champion?
Strader-Cain: First off, I didn’t want to cash in. I wanted a straight up match, but the rule surrounding the Claim The Fame Briefcase is it had to be a cash in.
Sandy: But if you won you would’ve had to face your dad at Winter Wrestleland, and you two have made huge strides in building a father/daughter relationship.
Strader-Cain: That’s the same bullshit reason Marcus Welsh said when he didn’t draft me and chose people I know he didn’t even like or trust. I’m disappointed that Vaughn took the outside help to retain. I thought he respected me more than that, but it isn’t the first time I have been wrong about someone and it won’t be the last.
Sandy: Do you plan to get another match for the International Championship down the line?
Strader-Cain: Fudge no. I’m not chasing anything. I was hired to wrestle. So I am here to wrestle. I’m tired of people taking shortcuts like the Big Bifford title shot in OCW and now here in TPW. It’s just going to happen again, so screw it. I’m not asking for anything other than to get in the ring and wrestle. I’m third gen on my dad’s side, fourth on my mom’s, and I am just here to wrestle.
Sandy: A lot of people believe you will be a world champion, some even say it’ll be right here in TPW and - - -
*Veronica interrupts, her glasz eyes a steel-grey-blue colour staring a hole through the camera lens.*
Strader-Cain: I don’t care. I am at my best when my only goal is kicking ass in the ring. Once a title enters the picture my focus shifts and it doesn’t work out. The definition of insanity is doing the same over and over again expecting a different result.
Sandy: Well, on the next edition of Thunder you make your return to a TPW ring and I speak for all the fans that we are glad to have you back. Anything else you wanted to say?
*Veronica looks down momentarily and everyone watching can feel her gaze.*
Strader-Cain: God forgives.
THUNDERITES: I DON’T!
Markson: Well, they still love her.
Napier: That they do. Max is looking good.
Markson: I heard the cook in catering, Andre I think his name is, was wanting her to spit in his mouth or something.
Napier: Well... I mean I'd let her...
Markson: Uh, let me stop you there Nick. Folks we will be right back with more amazing Thunder Pro actions after these messages.
*The shot returns from commercial break to Andrea Hernandez in the ring with her newly won TPW Prestige Championship and she’s hearing quite a loud ovation from the crowd. She soaks things in and she’s really looking the happiest that she’s ever been in a long time. She takes a deep breath before she begins to speak. *
Andrea Hernandez: Prestige…
With me, that word carries a hell of a lot of significance being a fifth generation wrestler for a family that goes back to this business 115 years. However, overtime, I have proven that I am a lot more than a legacy name and I’ve only begun to realize that. In fact, when I won this Prestige Championship, it was the happiest moment that I’ve had in my career since I won my first world championship!
*Andrea takes a pause at this point as she reflects on a hard time in her career.*
Andrea Hernandez: It was more than three and a half years ago when I was wrestling in Las Vegas…
*Andrea pauses as she hears a mixture of cheers and boos when that promotion gets brought up.*
Andrea Hernandez: When I won that world championship, I was overjoyed! It was the happiest moment of my life! I even got past my first title defense. Fast forward two months later, and this empty, horrible vacuous excuse of a human being buried it. She went and called my title win a “fairy tale”. I admit I was a different breed than what those girls were used to and maybe I said a thing or two that rubbed people the wrong way. But throughout my title reign, that horrible person… and many others… they did nothing but hurl hate at me even though I did nothing to them… other than beating them in a match maybe. I admit it. It got to me and my dream turned into a nightmare. I lost that world title too soon, but my father passing worsened things. I feel hard on alcohol, I abandoned everything that got me to that world title, I drowned myself in my insecurities.
What should’ve been THE company for me in Vegas turned into the most demoralizing experience of my career and as a grown woman, I will take accountability. I should’ve been stronger against the hatred. I should’ve handled it better. Instead, I caved and I fell down the rabbit hole. I turned into a completely different person. I turned into what I hated. Alcohol wasn’t my only addiction… it was making people feel more miserable than I was the rest of the time I was there. I allowed ONE useless, irrelevant person to define my journey for years. After I left that company, I floated around. I won a title here, a title there. I got my second world title earlier this year and ended someone’s 839 day title reign streak on top of that but it was a fleeting feeling in the end.
I won a title in St. Louis and that felt like nothing to me.
I “won” a title in Japan… only because the person I was facing crashed through a table just before I did and it was a consolation prize handed down from the finals of a tournament that I was gutted to not even be a part of. I never felt like I really won it.
I came here and the Thundermaniacs welcomed me with open arms and it was something I wasn’t expecting. I was in a hellhole for years. I pushed people away for so long. I hadn’t even found my feet after I left Vegas and understandably, people were doubting that I could succeed here.
I spent so long trying to get rid of my battle scars… before my career, during my career… you name it. It got me nowhere. So then one night it just hit me: instead of trying to get rid of them… wear them and so I did and just three matches into my run here….
*Andrea smiles as she raises the Prestige Championship in the air and the crowd really gets behind her.*
Andrea Hernandez: I won this from a game CJ O’Donnell! I knocked him OUT! I defied the expectations and I can say that to the fans that stuck with me all these years as I went through the stuff that I did, you have my deepest thanks. This title here, I WILL wear it with pride and I am going to show the world exactly what I am capable of in this company! I am HERE for the long haul! THIS is home for me and as far as my former home goes, I have nothing personal against them. I know that part of my experience there was my own doing. But I DO have something to say to that horrible person I met there… she who did everything she could to bury me and say that I was a fairy tale champion….
I hope you’re enjoying retirement in the Maldives!
*Andrea smiles and waves at the camera.*
Andrea Hernandez: I overcame everything that I endured, especially the self-inflicted wounds… to become better… to become stronger… to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel that is going to bring me the brightest and best part of my career and HERE is where it happens! If there’s ANYTHING I have proven throughout my short time here with this title is that I’ve FINALLY learned how go cowgirl up when an obstacle is in front of me and that’s what makes my future here one of the brightest!
*Andrea drops the microphone and is hearing quite a heavy amount of cheers as she heads to the back with her championship with the ring crew prepping for the next match in the background. The camera switches to the commentary table. *
Andrea Hernandez: Prestige…
With me, that word carries a hell of a lot of significance being a fifth generation wrestler for a family that goes back to this business 115 years. However, overtime, I have proven that I am a lot more than a legacy name and I’ve only begun to realize that. In fact, when I won this Prestige Championship, it was the happiest moment that I’ve had in my career since I won my first world championship!
*Andrea takes a pause at this point as she reflects on a hard time in her career.*
Andrea Hernandez: It was more than three and a half years ago when I was wrestling in Las Vegas…
*Andrea pauses as she hears a mixture of cheers and boos when that promotion gets brought up.*
Andrea Hernandez: When I won that world championship, I was overjoyed! It was the happiest moment of my life! I even got past my first title defense. Fast forward two months later, and this empty, horrible vacuous excuse of a human being buried it. She went and called my title win a “fairy tale”. I admit I was a different breed than what those girls were used to and maybe I said a thing or two that rubbed people the wrong way. But throughout my title reign, that horrible person… and many others… they did nothing but hurl hate at me even though I did nothing to them… other than beating them in a match maybe. I admit it. It got to me and my dream turned into a nightmare. I lost that world title too soon, but my father passing worsened things. I feel hard on alcohol, I abandoned everything that got me to that world title, I drowned myself in my insecurities.
What should’ve been THE company for me in Vegas turned into the most demoralizing experience of my career and as a grown woman, I will take accountability. I should’ve been stronger against the hatred. I should’ve handled it better. Instead, I caved and I fell down the rabbit hole. I turned into a completely different person. I turned into what I hated. Alcohol wasn’t my only addiction… it was making people feel more miserable than I was the rest of the time I was there. I allowed ONE useless, irrelevant person to define my journey for years. After I left that company, I floated around. I won a title here, a title there. I got my second world title earlier this year and ended someone’s 839 day title reign streak on top of that but it was a fleeting feeling in the end.
I won a title in St. Louis and that felt like nothing to me.
I “won” a title in Japan… only because the person I was facing crashed through a table just before I did and it was a consolation prize handed down from the finals of a tournament that I was gutted to not even be a part of. I never felt like I really won it.
I came here and the Thundermaniacs welcomed me with open arms and it was something I wasn’t expecting. I was in a hellhole for years. I pushed people away for so long. I hadn’t even found my feet after I left Vegas and understandably, people were doubting that I could succeed here.
I spent so long trying to get rid of my battle scars… before my career, during my career… you name it. It got me nowhere. So then one night it just hit me: instead of trying to get rid of them… wear them and so I did and just three matches into my run here….
*Andrea smiles as she raises the Prestige Championship in the air and the crowd really gets behind her.*
Andrea Hernandez: I won this from a game CJ O’Donnell! I knocked him OUT! I defied the expectations and I can say that to the fans that stuck with me all these years as I went through the stuff that I did, you have my deepest thanks. This title here, I WILL wear it with pride and I am going to show the world exactly what I am capable of in this company! I am HERE for the long haul! THIS is home for me and as far as my former home goes, I have nothing personal against them. I know that part of my experience there was my own doing. But I DO have something to say to that horrible person I met there… she who did everything she could to bury me and say that I was a fairy tale champion….
I hope you’re enjoying retirement in the Maldives!
*Andrea smiles and waves at the camera.*
Andrea Hernandez: I overcame everything that I endured, especially the self-inflicted wounds… to become better… to become stronger… to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel that is going to bring me the brightest and best part of my career and HERE is where it happens! If there’s ANYTHING I have proven throughout my short time here with this title is that I’ve FINALLY learned how go cowgirl up when an obstacle is in front of me and that’s what makes my future here one of the brightest!
*Andrea drops the microphone and is hearing quite a heavy amount of cheers as she heads to the back with her championship with the ring crew prepping for the next match in the background. The camera switches to the commentary table. *
Markson: Strong words, from a proud Andrea Hernandez.
Napier: I thought what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Markson: That's old marketing Nick, in this age of social media nothing stays anywhere. Telegraph, telaphone, tell-a-wrestler.
Napier: Tweet, sweet. Also, it's nice to see a champion putting some respect on a former champions name, even if CJ wasn't in The Cabal.
Markson: Speaking of CJ O'Donnell, his match is upnext against one of my favorites Larry Tact.
Napier: Larry Tact??? *fart noises*
*"Kings Never Die" by Eminem is playing as the show comes back on the air, Steve Cotton is standing in the middle of the ring with the first competitor there with him. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is schedule for one fall with a ten minute time limit… Introducing first, already in the ring, here is the former Prestige Champion… "THE DISTINGUISHED" CJ O'DONNELL!
*The crowd boos loudly but then "In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA.*
Steve Cotton: His opponent, about to make his way to the ring from Manhattan, New York… Weighting in at 260 pounds and standing 6’6” tall… LARRY TACT!
*Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another: *
*From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, his golden blonde locks hanging loosely over his face.
Larry whips his hair up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms in the air at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest before opening his arms to the reaction of the THUNDERAMANIACS, who hoot and holler back. "This is our company!" Larry bellows as his arms point around at the crowd. He then returns to center stage and makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
He turns and faces the stands, opening his arms up and making a ‘T’ shape, puffing his chest out. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “WE ARE TPW STRONG!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match. *
Markson: This has a big match feel to it don’t it Nappy Baby? Two former TPW champions going at it?
Napier: I told you to stop calling me Nappy Baby! Maybe you were but I was the cutest baby with perfect hair!
*The bell rings.*
Markson: Who do you think needs the win more Napier?
Napier: I think both do, CJ needs to bounce back after losing Prestige title if he hopes to get it back as soon as possible while Tact needs to keep winning to get back into the World Title picture.
*Both men walk towards the middle of the ring and go for the lock up, no CJ ducks it, going around and behind Tact, applying a waist lock that Tact immediately tries to break, pushing down on CJ’s grip. He manages to break it, hanging on to one arm and applying an arm bar. CJ tries to get out of it, but Tact is too powerful so instead he does a series of flips and manages to reverse it that way. Tact however easily backs him to the ropes and then whips him to the opposite side breaking the hold. CJ bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt from Tact, bounces off the other side and then ducks a back elbow from Tact as well. He bounces off a third time and goes for a cross body block and Larry simply holds his ground and CJ bounces off his chest and falls hard to the mat. Larry playfully dusts his chest off and the crowd cheers loudly. He then grabs CJ by his hair and whips him to the ropes again. CJ bounces off and Tact sends him flying with a back body drop this time! But CJ lands on his feet, Larry turns and CJ gives him a side kick to the gut, doubling him over. CJ goes to the ropes again, bounces off, then leaps over Larry and tries to him down for the pin with a roll up but Larry holds his ground and then grabs CJ by his neck and pulls him up before throwing him against the turnbuckle. *
Markson: Larry is almost a foot taller than CJ, weighs almost 90 pounds more, and most of it is muscle. To say CJ has a difficult task ahead of him is an understatement.
Napier: Difficult? Yes. Impossible? No, CJ has beaten bigger and stronger.
*Larry charges in and crushes CJ with a lariat in the corner. He then takes a couple of steps back and nails him with two stiff chops that make the crowd in the front row cringe while most of the arena let’s out the classic “woooooo” chants after each one. CJ drops to his knees holding his chest in pain but Larry brings him back up and whips him to the opposite corner. CJ hits hard again and Larry charges at him, but right before he connects CJ Puts up his boots, nailing Larry right on the kisser. He stumbles backwards and CJ jumps onto the second turnbuckle and then jumps off, nailing Larry right between the eyes with a double axe handle smash. Larry drops to one knee and CJ rushes to the ropes again, bounces off and takes him down with a bulldog! CJ now quickly flips Larry over and attempts the first pin of the match!*
*ONE!*
*Huge kick out by Larry who bench presses CJ off him, but to his credit, CJ lands on his feet. He then rushes at Larry and goes for a leg drop but Larry rolls out of the way and CJ lands hard. He stumbles to his feet and runs into a huge clothesline from Tact that causes CJ to do a full 360 before landing hard on the mat. *
Markson: Good Lord Larry nearly too his head off with that one!
Napier: CJ had a good combination there but it was only good enough for a one count… But good for CJ, just a small sample of things to come from the former champ.
*Larry doesn’t bother going for the pin, instead he just picks up CJ and hooks him for a suplex. With his free arm he tries to get the crowd pumped up who begin clapping. He lifts CJ up but the smaller wrestler manages to break free and falls behind and then quickly delivers a chop block to the back of Larry’s leg, dropping him! CJ now shows his viciousness by starting a stomp-a-thon on Larry’s leg! The crowed boos loudly but CJ flicks them off and continues his onslaught, hooking Larry’s leg underneath his arm and then delivering a leg DDT. Larry grabs on to it quickly and crawls away from CJ who is on the hunt. He grabs the leg and kicks it a few more times right on the tight area before snapping it hard. CJ then drags Larry to the middle of the ring and pins him again, hooking the leg he’s been working on! *
*ONE!*
*TWO!!*
*But Larry kicks out again and crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull himself up. CJ is right on him, helping him up only to whip him towards the opposite side. Tact runs, but limping a little, bounces off and CJ jumps onto his shoulders, going for a hurricanrana but Larry blocks it and instead delivers a buckle bomb! CJ hits hard and somehow comes stumbling towards Tact who lifts him into a torture rack, no, he spins him around and plants him with a powerbomb! *
Markson: The Tactilizer has been delivered Napier, and after eating the buckle bomb before, you have to admit that’s it for CJ O’Donnell.
Napier: That was a devastating combination, but I have faith, come on CJ, kick out, kick out!
*Larry does indeed make the pin on CJ, hooking the nearest leg for the pin!*
*ONE!*
*TWO!!*
*But CJ kicks out showing he is still very much alive in this match. Larry gets to his feet a bit slowly, checking the leg CJ had been working on and stretching it out a bit. He then picks up CJ, lifts him up and body slams him in the middle of the ring. Larry then runs towards the ropes, bounces off, jumps up and looks to drive the knee to CJ’s chest, but CJ rolls out of the way at the last second! Larry’s spikes his knee, which is on the same leg so insult added to injury for sure. CJ gets to his feet, not moving as fast as before but still pretty agile. He picks up Larry and hooks him for a suplex, no, inside cradle by CJ! But before the ref can even make the one count Larry has kicked out. Both wrestlers get to their feet and CJ, still the faster of the two, moves in on Larry and rakes the eyes! Larry stumbles backwards as CJ grabs him and whips him towards the ropes. Reversal by Larry. CJ bounces off and Larry goes for a blind clothesline that CJ easily ducks. He bounces off the other side and jumps up, hoping for something but Larry catches him and plants him with a uranage suplex instead! The crowd jumps to their feet, knowing “The Humbling” is his set-up to his finisher. Larry however, still checking his eyes, flips CJ over and gets on top of him, and hooks in “Larry’s Throne” instead! The ref Villano 16 quickly gets on CJ’s face, asking him if he wants to give up to the Steiner recliner submission. CJ is trying to fight it, but he simply can’t hang on and nods that he gives in. Villano 16 calls for the bell! *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner via submission… LARRY TACT!
*Larry releases the hold, and then stumbles towards the middle of the ring where the ref raises his arm in victory. The crowd cheers loudly as the scene fades to commercial. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is schedule for one fall with a ten minute time limit… Introducing first, already in the ring, here is the former Prestige Champion… "THE DISTINGUISHED" CJ O'DONNELL!
*The crowd boos loudly but then "In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA.*
Steve Cotton: His opponent, about to make his way to the ring from Manhattan, New York… Weighting in at 260 pounds and standing 6’6” tall… LARRY TACT!
*Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another: *
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
*From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, his golden blonde locks hanging loosely over his face.
Larry whips his hair up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms in the air at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest before opening his arms to the reaction of the THUNDERAMANIACS, who hoot and holler back. "This is our company!" Larry bellows as his arms point around at the crowd. He then returns to center stage and makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
He turns and faces the stands, opening his arms up and making a ‘T’ shape, puffing his chest out. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “WE ARE TPW STRONG!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match. *
Markson: This has a big match feel to it don’t it Nappy Baby? Two former TPW champions going at it?
Napier: I told you to stop calling me Nappy Baby! Maybe you were but I was the cutest baby with perfect hair!
*The bell rings.*
Markson: Who do you think needs the win more Napier?
Napier: I think both do, CJ needs to bounce back after losing Prestige title if he hopes to get it back as soon as possible while Tact needs to keep winning to get back into the World Title picture.
*Both men walk towards the middle of the ring and go for the lock up, no CJ ducks it, going around and behind Tact, applying a waist lock that Tact immediately tries to break, pushing down on CJ’s grip. He manages to break it, hanging on to one arm and applying an arm bar. CJ tries to get out of it, but Tact is too powerful so instead he does a series of flips and manages to reverse it that way. Tact however easily backs him to the ropes and then whips him to the opposite side breaking the hold. CJ bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt from Tact, bounces off the other side and then ducks a back elbow from Tact as well. He bounces off a third time and goes for a cross body block and Larry simply holds his ground and CJ bounces off his chest and falls hard to the mat. Larry playfully dusts his chest off and the crowd cheers loudly. He then grabs CJ by his hair and whips him to the ropes again. CJ bounces off and Tact sends him flying with a back body drop this time! But CJ lands on his feet, Larry turns and CJ gives him a side kick to the gut, doubling him over. CJ goes to the ropes again, bounces off, then leaps over Larry and tries to him down for the pin with a roll up but Larry holds his ground and then grabs CJ by his neck and pulls him up before throwing him against the turnbuckle. *
Markson: Larry is almost a foot taller than CJ, weighs almost 90 pounds more, and most of it is muscle. To say CJ has a difficult task ahead of him is an understatement.
Napier: Difficult? Yes. Impossible? No, CJ has beaten bigger and stronger.
*Larry charges in and crushes CJ with a lariat in the corner. He then takes a couple of steps back and nails him with two stiff chops that make the crowd in the front row cringe while most of the arena let’s out the classic “woooooo” chants after each one. CJ drops to his knees holding his chest in pain but Larry brings him back up and whips him to the opposite corner. CJ hits hard again and Larry charges at him, but right before he connects CJ Puts up his boots, nailing Larry right on the kisser. He stumbles backwards and CJ jumps onto the second turnbuckle and then jumps off, nailing Larry right between the eyes with a double axe handle smash. Larry drops to one knee and CJ rushes to the ropes again, bounces off and takes him down with a bulldog! CJ now quickly flips Larry over and attempts the first pin of the match!*
*ONE!*
*Huge kick out by Larry who bench presses CJ off him, but to his credit, CJ lands on his feet. He then rushes at Larry and goes for a leg drop but Larry rolls out of the way and CJ lands hard. He stumbles to his feet and runs into a huge clothesline from Tact that causes CJ to do a full 360 before landing hard on the mat. *
Markson: Good Lord Larry nearly too his head off with that one!
Napier: CJ had a good combination there but it was only good enough for a one count… But good for CJ, just a small sample of things to come from the former champ.
*Larry doesn’t bother going for the pin, instead he just picks up CJ and hooks him for a suplex. With his free arm he tries to get the crowd pumped up who begin clapping. He lifts CJ up but the smaller wrestler manages to break free and falls behind and then quickly delivers a chop block to the back of Larry’s leg, dropping him! CJ now shows his viciousness by starting a stomp-a-thon on Larry’s leg! The crowed boos loudly but CJ flicks them off and continues his onslaught, hooking Larry’s leg underneath his arm and then delivering a leg DDT. Larry grabs on to it quickly and crawls away from CJ who is on the hunt. He grabs the leg and kicks it a few more times right on the tight area before snapping it hard. CJ then drags Larry to the middle of the ring and pins him again, hooking the leg he’s been working on! *
*ONE!*
*TWO!!*
*But Larry kicks out again and crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull himself up. CJ is right on him, helping him up only to whip him towards the opposite side. Tact runs, but limping a little, bounces off and CJ jumps onto his shoulders, going for a hurricanrana but Larry blocks it and instead delivers a buckle bomb! CJ hits hard and somehow comes stumbling towards Tact who lifts him into a torture rack, no, he spins him around and plants him with a powerbomb! *
Markson: The Tactilizer has been delivered Napier, and after eating the buckle bomb before, you have to admit that’s it for CJ O’Donnell.
Napier: That was a devastating combination, but I have faith, come on CJ, kick out, kick out!
*Larry does indeed make the pin on CJ, hooking the nearest leg for the pin!*
*ONE!*
*TWO!!*
*But CJ kicks out showing he is still very much alive in this match. Larry gets to his feet a bit slowly, checking the leg CJ had been working on and stretching it out a bit. He then picks up CJ, lifts him up and body slams him in the middle of the ring. Larry then runs towards the ropes, bounces off, jumps up and looks to drive the knee to CJ’s chest, but CJ rolls out of the way at the last second! Larry’s spikes his knee, which is on the same leg so insult added to injury for sure. CJ gets to his feet, not moving as fast as before but still pretty agile. He picks up Larry and hooks him for a suplex, no, inside cradle by CJ! But before the ref can even make the one count Larry has kicked out. Both wrestlers get to their feet and CJ, still the faster of the two, moves in on Larry and rakes the eyes! Larry stumbles backwards as CJ grabs him and whips him towards the ropes. Reversal by Larry. CJ bounces off and Larry goes for a blind clothesline that CJ easily ducks. He bounces off the other side and jumps up, hoping for something but Larry catches him and plants him with a uranage suplex instead! The crowd jumps to their feet, knowing “The Humbling” is his set-up to his finisher. Larry however, still checking his eyes, flips CJ over and gets on top of him, and hooks in “Larry’s Throne” instead! The ref Villano 16 quickly gets on CJ’s face, asking him if he wants to give up to the Steiner recliner submission. CJ is trying to fight it, but he simply can’t hang on and nods that he gives in. Villano 16 calls for the bell! *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner via submission… LARRY TACT!
*Larry releases the hold, and then stumbles towards the middle of the ring where the ref raises his arm in victory. The crowd cheers loudly as the scene fades to commercial. *
"You're in the bathroom?!"
*Pushing into one of the bathrooms backstage, the camera picks up Elm. The protege of Jason Cashe but also the anointed Prince by the ruling of Jimmy "The" King. Upon entering the bathroom, Elm didn't see what he was looking for and questioned the situation in the phone he had pressed against his ear.*
Elm: I'm not sure this is the right bathroom..
Jimmy "The" King: Yes! In here! Your King needs you!!"
*Elm pulls the phone from his ear having heard the echo in the phone but also heard it from deeper in the bathroom. He was in the right spot. Hanging up, Elm steps inside and lets the door close, his voice begins to carry an echo as does the following conversation.*
Elm: Man you said you needed help!
Jimmy "The" King: I do! Your King is in dire need of some assistance!
*Sighing. Elm knew he had to inquire because the King named King was often difficult to put it lightly. He lived the gimmick he earned while probably LARPING as a kid.*
Elm: Did someone put a bomb under the toilet like in Lethal Weapon 2? I'm not risking my life for you..
Jimmy "The" King Worse!
*Three stalls down, the door unlatched and opened. There, within the stall with his pants around his ankles, crown on his head and his beard looking a little scruffy, sat Jimmy "The" King.*
Jimmy "The" King: We got Royal Problems, Baby!
Elm: No toilet paper?
*You could tell that Elm was hopeful that it was the worst of the problems in this particular situation. The camera also clearly showed a full roll on the side wall of the stall.*
Jimmy "The" King: I've got the Royal Hemorrhoids and I'm passing a brick!
*Elm takes a step back.*
Elm: And what help can I provide? Need me to run and find some Milk of Magnesia or something?
*The King named King shakes his head rapidly from right to left and back. He was sweating, straining, holding the walls of the stall. It was as close to birth as a man can give. Elm seemed terrified.*
Jimmy "The" King No baby.. Just hold my hand!
Elm: Hell no! Nope! Zero chance of that happening! I don't care.. No!
*Pushing into one of the bathrooms backstage, the camera picks up Elm. The protege of Jason Cashe but also the anointed Prince by the ruling of Jimmy "The" King. Upon entering the bathroom, Elm didn't see what he was looking for and questioned the situation in the phone he had pressed against his ear.*
Elm: I'm not sure this is the right bathroom..
Jimmy "The" King: Yes! In here! Your King needs you!!"
*Elm pulls the phone from his ear having heard the echo in the phone but also heard it from deeper in the bathroom. He was in the right spot. Hanging up, Elm steps inside and lets the door close, his voice begins to carry an echo as does the following conversation.*
Elm: Man you said you needed help!
Jimmy "The" King: I do! Your King is in dire need of some assistance!
*Sighing. Elm knew he had to inquire because the King named King was often difficult to put it lightly. He lived the gimmick he earned while probably LARPING as a kid.*
Elm: Did someone put a bomb under the toilet like in Lethal Weapon 2? I'm not risking my life for you..
Jimmy "The" King Worse!
*Three stalls down, the door unlatched and opened. There, within the stall with his pants around his ankles, crown on his head and his beard looking a little scruffy, sat Jimmy "The" King.*
Jimmy "The" King: We got Royal Problems, Baby!
Elm: No toilet paper?
*You could tell that Elm was hopeful that it was the worst of the problems in this particular situation. The camera also clearly showed a full roll on the side wall of the stall.*
Jimmy "The" King: I've got the Royal Hemorrhoids and I'm passing a brick!
*Elm takes a step back.*
Elm: And what help can I provide? Need me to run and find some Milk of Magnesia or something?
*The King named King shakes his head rapidly from right to left and back. He was sweating, straining, holding the walls of the stall. It was as close to birth as a man can give. Elm seemed terrified.*
Jimmy "The" King No baby.. Just hold my hand!
Elm: Hell no! Nope! Zero chance of that happening! I don't care.. No!
*The shot transitions from the back to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Electric City, New York, and weighing in at 191lbs, this is… JEREMY THE WICKED!!!
*The opening bassline of Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" starts up as the lights in the arena lower.
"At home drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top. Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a "V", and the dead lay in pools of maroon below."
Jeremy The Wicked steps out from behind the curtain on stage. He pounds his chest and yells something unintelligible at the crowd.
"Daddy didn't give attention.
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care.
King Jeremy the wicked. Oh, ruled his world"
As the chorus kicks in, Jeremy the Wicked tosses his arms into the air before he brings them down with ferocity and heads down to the ring ready to fight.*
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Birmingham, UK, and weighing in at 145lbs, she is one-half of the DUOS CHAMPIONS, this is Alessia ANGEEEELLLLOOOO!!!
*The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia cooly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava pats Alessia on the back and exits the ring, heading to the back as Alessia readies herself for the bell.*
Markson: If Jeremy The Wicked picks up the win here tonight, Rouges’ Galley will punch their ticket to Winter Wrestleland and a Duos championship opportunity.
Napier: Well, he stands a better chance against Alessia Angelo, since she is the weak link of Lights Out.
Markson: STOP IT! No, she isn’t.
*Before the bell sounds JTW charges across the ring at Alessia, trying to jump her from behind as she adjusts her knee pad. Alessia moves out of the way at the last minute and JTW hits the turnbuckles chest first. As JTW staggers backward Alessia grabs a hammerlock on JTW and drives him shoulder-first into the top turnbuckle. JTW grabs his shoulder and drops out of the ring. As JTW leaves the ring, Ref Wallace alls for the bell, officially starting the match. *
Napier: Why did Lindsey Wallace wait until Jeremy was out of the ring to call for the bell?
Markson: Jeremy was in a hurry to get things started, so she is grating his wish.
*Alessia stands back and waits for JTW to get into the ring. JTW begins stepping back in, and as he does Alessia moves in, grabbing his wrist and spinning his arm into a wrist lock. Alessia pulls JTW into the ring, and with JTW’s legs still hanging on the ropes Ref Wallace orders Alessia to release the hold. Alessia smiles and releases JTW’s wrist, causing JTW to fall directly on his face.
Alessia steps back, and as JTW begins to push himself up, she steps forward with a low roundhouse kick that cracks into the arm of JTW. JTW comes up to his knees in pain and Alessia grabs him in a standing armbar. JTW uses his free hand to grab the back of Alessia’s tights and runs her into the corner, breaking the arm bar. JTW grabs Alessia by the wrist, pulls her out of the corner, and whips her across the ring into the opposite corner. JTW follows in, and as he does Alessia does an up and over in the corner coming down behind JTW. JTW stops before he hits the post this time, but turns right into a deep arm drag from Alessia, who takes him over and holds on for the arm bar. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo using her speed and technique to her advantage here tonight.
Napier: She has to, if she tries to stand in front of Jeremy The Wicked he will eat her up.
*JTW fights back up to his feet, shoves Alessia into the ropes and whips her off across the ring. As Alessia bounces back off the ropes, JTW charges with a running knee, but Alessia slides under him. JTW lands on his feet, spinning around with a haymaker at Alessia. Alessia catches JTW’s arm and uses his own momentum against him to take him over with a Judo arm drag.
Alessia holds onto JTW’s wrist, drops a leg across JTW’s arm, and then transitions into a short arm scissors on JTW. Alessia squeezes her legs tight around the arm of JTW, as she arches back pulling on his shoulder. JTW rolls to his knees, and fights to a squatted position, reaching down and grabbing Alessia behind her head with his free hand as he does. Then, with an impressive display of power, JTW drops his hips and lifts Alessia up over his head. JTW falls backward, slamming Alessia onto the mat, breaking the hold, and knocking the air out of her. *
Markson: Incredible power shown there from Jeremy The Wicked.
Napier: That is some insane strength, from a very insane person.
*JTW rolls up holding his arm, and begins shaking it to get some blood flow back into it. JTW sees Alessia getting to her feet and Jeremy charges with a clothesline, but as he does Alessia hits a standing sidekick that sends Jeremy back into the ropes. Jeremy falls between the top and middle rope, but catches himself and comes back with a Rebound Clothesline that drops Alessia.
Jeremy stays on the assault, dropping an elbow on Alessia. Jeremy howls in pain as he does though, grabbing his elbow that Alessia had just been working over. Jeremy quickly transitions his pain into anger, as he grabs Alessia by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Jeremy nails a hard forearm to the jaw of Alessia and she staggers back into the corner. JTW moves in on her, but Alessia fires a kick to the stomach of Jeremy.
Jeremy staggers back holding his stomach and Alessia charges out of the corner. Jeremy sees her coming and changes levels. Jeremy fires off a short spear, driving Alessia back into the corner. *
Markson: Now Jeremy is taking control using his power and aggression.
Napier: Now that is ruthless aggression.
Markson: We can’t say “ruthless aggression” or we’ll get a cease and desist order.
*Jeremy grabs Alessia and whips her hard across the ring the into the opposite corner. Jeremy then charges in with a Corner Clothesline, rocking Alessia. Jeremy continues his assault, grabbing Alessia in a headlock charging out of the corner, and dropping her with a bulldog. Jeremy shoots a half-nelson on Alessia, rolling her to her back and making a pin.
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KICKOUT!
JTW wastes no time, going right back on the assault as he holds Alessia down by the throat and hip, and drives three hard knees into her stomach. Jeremy grabs Alessia by the hair again and pulls her up and hooks her for a vertical suplex. Jeremy lifts Alessia up, but as he does, she spins in the air and comes down behind JTW. Alessia leaps onto JTW’s back, wrapping her legs around his body and her arms around her head in a sleeper. *
Markson: Never count Alessia Angelo out of the fight, this girl is scrappy.
Napier: Alessia Angleo, doing what she does best, riding on someone else's back. I bet Jeremy feels just like Ava Arthur.
*JTW fights with the arms of Alessia, but cannot break her grip and is fading as the sleeper gets deeper. Jeremy then turns his attention to the legs of Alessia, and he begins double hammer fisting the ankles of Alessia, breaking her body scissors. Alessia unwarps her legs and is on her feet, as soon as this happens JTW reaches up grabs Alessia by the air, and then drops down into a jawbreaker on Alessia.
Alessia staggers back into the corner dazed as JTW rolls to his feet, rubbing his throat. Jeremy charges into the corner and hits a knee into the chest of Alessia. Jeremy backs up as Alessia stumbles out of the corner. Jeremy hits the ropes and comes back with a running knee lift to Alessia. *
Markson: Jeremy The Wicked with some wicked knees to Alessia Angelo.
Napier: I think Jeremy is ready to put Alessia to bed and head to Winter Wrestleland.
Markson: It ain’t over till it’s over Nick.
*Jeremy stalks over Alessia waiting for her to get to her feet. As she does Jeremy grabs her from behind, spins her around, and pulls her in for a ripcord. But, Alessia strikes first with a jumping knee strike that rocks Jeremy. Alessia grabs JTW’s arm, spins under it, and drops him with a shoulder buster. Jeremy staggers back to the ropes holding his shoulder.
Alessia rolls to her feet, and charges at JTW. Jeremy tries to catch Alessia with a ura-nage slam, but Alessia counters, spinning her body and taking Jeremy over with an arm drag. Jeremy quickly staggers to his feet and as he does Alessia catches him with the Agony Angel (A crucifix armbar submission - locking her opponents’ arms wide) in the middle of the ring. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo has Jeremy The Wicked hooked in the middle of the ring with her finisher.
Napier: Jeremy The Wicked is too insane to tap out.
*Suddenly the Terry-Tron comes alive. On the screen is Ava Arthur slumped against some equipment cases and looking battered. Superunknown stands over her holding a chair. Superunkown looks back over his shoulder to the camera and smirks before the screen cuts to black.
Alessia is standing up looking at the Terry-Tron, and goes to leave the ring, as she steps through the ropes Jeremy springs in with an attack with his Surprise Left (Spinning left-hand punch that stuns opponent). Alessia staggers back into the ring and Jeremy grabs her from behind and delivers the Unleashed The Lion (Ripcord Lariat). Jeremy makes the pin quickly. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, earning his team a Duos Title match at Winter Wrestleland…. JEREMY THE WICKED!!!
Markson: Unbelievable, Rouge’s Gallery uses underhanded tactics to earn a win.
Napier: No, Jeremy The Wicked used a ripcord lariat to earn the win, and a shot at the Duos titles at Winter Wrestleland.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Electric City, New York, and weighing in at 191lbs, this is… JEREMY THE WICKED!!!
*The opening bassline of Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" starts up as the lights in the arena lower.
"At home drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top. Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a "V", and the dead lay in pools of maroon below."
Jeremy The Wicked steps out from behind the curtain on stage. He pounds his chest and yells something unintelligible at the crowd.
"Daddy didn't give attention.
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care.
King Jeremy the wicked. Oh, ruled his world"
As the chorus kicks in, Jeremy the Wicked tosses his arms into the air before he brings them down with ferocity and heads down to the ring ready to fight.*
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Birmingham, UK, and weighing in at 145lbs, she is one-half of the DUOS CHAMPIONS, this is Alessia ANGEEEELLLLOOOO!!!
*The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia cooly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava pats Alessia on the back and exits the ring, heading to the back as Alessia readies herself for the bell.*
Markson: If Jeremy The Wicked picks up the win here tonight, Rouges’ Galley will punch their ticket to Winter Wrestleland and a Duos championship opportunity.
Napier: Well, he stands a better chance against Alessia Angelo, since she is the weak link of Lights Out.
Markson: STOP IT! No, she isn’t.
*Before the bell sounds JTW charges across the ring at Alessia, trying to jump her from behind as she adjusts her knee pad. Alessia moves out of the way at the last minute and JTW hits the turnbuckles chest first. As JTW staggers backward Alessia grabs a hammerlock on JTW and drives him shoulder-first into the top turnbuckle. JTW grabs his shoulder and drops out of the ring. As JTW leaves the ring, Ref Wallace alls for the bell, officially starting the match. *
Napier: Why did Lindsey Wallace wait until Jeremy was out of the ring to call for the bell?
Markson: Jeremy was in a hurry to get things started, so she is grating his wish.
*Alessia stands back and waits for JTW to get into the ring. JTW begins stepping back in, and as he does Alessia moves in, grabbing his wrist and spinning his arm into a wrist lock. Alessia pulls JTW into the ring, and with JTW’s legs still hanging on the ropes Ref Wallace orders Alessia to release the hold. Alessia smiles and releases JTW’s wrist, causing JTW to fall directly on his face.
Alessia steps back, and as JTW begins to push himself up, she steps forward with a low roundhouse kick that cracks into the arm of JTW. JTW comes up to his knees in pain and Alessia grabs him in a standing armbar. JTW uses his free hand to grab the back of Alessia’s tights and runs her into the corner, breaking the arm bar. JTW grabs Alessia by the wrist, pulls her out of the corner, and whips her across the ring into the opposite corner. JTW follows in, and as he does Alessia does an up and over in the corner coming down behind JTW. JTW stops before he hits the post this time, but turns right into a deep arm drag from Alessia, who takes him over and holds on for the arm bar. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo using her speed and technique to her advantage here tonight.
Napier: She has to, if she tries to stand in front of Jeremy The Wicked he will eat her up.
*JTW fights back up to his feet, shoves Alessia into the ropes and whips her off across the ring. As Alessia bounces back off the ropes, JTW charges with a running knee, but Alessia slides under him. JTW lands on his feet, spinning around with a haymaker at Alessia. Alessia catches JTW’s arm and uses his own momentum against him to take him over with a Judo arm drag.
Alessia holds onto JTW’s wrist, drops a leg across JTW’s arm, and then transitions into a short arm scissors on JTW. Alessia squeezes her legs tight around the arm of JTW, as she arches back pulling on his shoulder. JTW rolls to his knees, and fights to a squatted position, reaching down and grabbing Alessia behind her head with his free hand as he does. Then, with an impressive display of power, JTW drops his hips and lifts Alessia up over his head. JTW falls backward, slamming Alessia onto the mat, breaking the hold, and knocking the air out of her. *
Markson: Incredible power shown there from Jeremy The Wicked.
Napier: That is some insane strength, from a very insane person.
*JTW rolls up holding his arm, and begins shaking it to get some blood flow back into it. JTW sees Alessia getting to her feet and Jeremy charges with a clothesline, but as he does Alessia hits a standing sidekick that sends Jeremy back into the ropes. Jeremy falls between the top and middle rope, but catches himself and comes back with a Rebound Clothesline that drops Alessia.
Jeremy stays on the assault, dropping an elbow on Alessia. Jeremy howls in pain as he does though, grabbing his elbow that Alessia had just been working over. Jeremy quickly transitions his pain into anger, as he grabs Alessia by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Jeremy nails a hard forearm to the jaw of Alessia and she staggers back into the corner. JTW moves in on her, but Alessia fires a kick to the stomach of Jeremy.
Jeremy staggers back holding his stomach and Alessia charges out of the corner. Jeremy sees her coming and changes levels. Jeremy fires off a short spear, driving Alessia back into the corner. *
Markson: Now Jeremy is taking control using his power and aggression.
Napier: Now that is ruthless aggression.
Markson: We can’t say “ruthless aggression” or we’ll get a cease and desist order.
*Jeremy grabs Alessia and whips her hard across the ring the into the opposite corner. Jeremy then charges in with a Corner Clothesline, rocking Alessia. Jeremy continues his assault, grabbing Alessia in a headlock charging out of the corner, and dropping her with a bulldog. Jeremy shoots a half-nelson on Alessia, rolling her to her back and making a pin.
1…
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KICKOUT!
JTW wastes no time, going right back on the assault as he holds Alessia down by the throat and hip, and drives three hard knees into her stomach. Jeremy grabs Alessia by the hair again and pulls her up and hooks her for a vertical suplex. Jeremy lifts Alessia up, but as he does, she spins in the air and comes down behind JTW. Alessia leaps onto JTW’s back, wrapping her legs around his body and her arms around her head in a sleeper. *
Markson: Never count Alessia Angelo out of the fight, this girl is scrappy.
Napier: Alessia Angleo, doing what she does best, riding on someone else's back. I bet Jeremy feels just like Ava Arthur.
*JTW fights with the arms of Alessia, but cannot break her grip and is fading as the sleeper gets deeper. Jeremy then turns his attention to the legs of Alessia, and he begins double hammer fisting the ankles of Alessia, breaking her body scissors. Alessia unwarps her legs and is on her feet, as soon as this happens JTW reaches up grabs Alessia by the air, and then drops down into a jawbreaker on Alessia.
Alessia staggers back into the corner dazed as JTW rolls to his feet, rubbing his throat. Jeremy charges into the corner and hits a knee into the chest of Alessia. Jeremy backs up as Alessia stumbles out of the corner. Jeremy hits the ropes and comes back with a running knee lift to Alessia. *
Markson: Jeremy The Wicked with some wicked knees to Alessia Angelo.
Napier: I think Jeremy is ready to put Alessia to bed and head to Winter Wrestleland.
Markson: It ain’t over till it’s over Nick.
*Jeremy stalks over Alessia waiting for her to get to her feet. As she does Jeremy grabs her from behind, spins her around, and pulls her in for a ripcord. But, Alessia strikes first with a jumping knee strike that rocks Jeremy. Alessia grabs JTW’s arm, spins under it, and drops him with a shoulder buster. Jeremy staggers back to the ropes holding his shoulder.
Alessia rolls to her feet, and charges at JTW. Jeremy tries to catch Alessia with a ura-nage slam, but Alessia counters, spinning her body and taking Jeremy over with an arm drag. Jeremy quickly staggers to his feet and as he does Alessia catches him with the Agony Angel (A crucifix armbar submission - locking her opponents’ arms wide) in the middle of the ring. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo has Jeremy The Wicked hooked in the middle of the ring with her finisher.
Napier: Jeremy The Wicked is too insane to tap out.
*Suddenly the Terry-Tron comes alive. On the screen is Ava Arthur slumped against some equipment cases and looking battered. Superunknown stands over her holding a chair. Superunkown looks back over his shoulder to the camera and smirks before the screen cuts to black.
Alessia is standing up looking at the Terry-Tron, and goes to leave the ring, as she steps through the ropes Jeremy springs in with an attack with his Surprise Left (Spinning left-hand punch that stuns opponent). Alessia staggers back into the ring and Jeremy grabs her from behind and delivers the Unleashed The Lion (Ripcord Lariat). Jeremy makes the pin quickly. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, earning his team a Duos Title match at Winter Wrestleland…. JEREMY THE WICKED!!!
Markson: Unbelievable, Rouge’s Gallery uses underhanded tactics to earn a win.
Napier: No, Jeremy The Wicked used a ripcord lariat to earn the win, and a shot at the Duos titles at Winter Wrestleland.
*The shot focuses on Jeremy The Wicked with a wicked grin on his face as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The show comes back on the air inside Alexander’s Marshall office, where he is sitting behind his desk, and across from him is Xavier Lux. Marshall is signing what appears to be a contract that he then slides over to Xavier Lux who after looking it over briefly, decides to sign it.*
Marshall: There you go Xavier, just like that you’re back in TPW! I can’t wait to tell the guys, Chris, Peter, they’re all going to be stoked about you joining The Cabal!
Xavier: Woah, slow down man. I signed a TPW contract, not a Cabal contract.
Marshall: Wait, what are you saying?
Xavier: Did you not hear a word I said out there?
Marshall: Honestly, no… I’m a busy man, what did you say?
Xavier: Watch the replay, just know that I am not joining The Cabal… I am here for me and me only.
Marshall: You can’t be serious.
Xavier: Very.
Marshall: You do realize what this means, don’t you?
Xavier: Nah, why don’t you tell me?
Marshall: It means that if you are not with us, you are against us… I run TPW now, Terry is not here to save or help you.
Xavier: Like he would anyway? I’m pretty sure he would let my face get burnt to a crisp.
Marshall: Well I am way worse than my brother. If you don’t join The Cabal, I can make your life here a living hell. You think you are going to be in the world title picture? Hell even in the North American title picture? No way… I will bury you so far in the card, that when it’s your turn to wrestle only the beer vendors would be in attendance.
Xavier: That’s cool, I like beer.
Marshall: Lux you are making a big mistake here.
Xavier: Look, I came here for a TPW contract and I got one… What you do with it, it’s up to you Marshall… I just want to wrestle… Do keep in mind that having venom in my veins is more than a moniker… You don’t want this snake to bite you back.
Marshall: Are you threatening your boss?
Xavier: No sir, just giving you a fair warning. Thanks for the contract, see you in 2 tweeks?
*Xavier stands up and leaves Marshall’s office without looking back at him, but Alexander stops him.*
Marshall: Oh no-no-no, you don’t get to walk away. Since you are under contract officially now, and you want competition so bad, you are going to make your debut tonight!
*Xavier turns around, raising an eyebrow *
Marshall: As a matter of fact, your match is NEXT!
Xavier: You can’t be serious?
Marshall: Oh, I am! Production, hit his music! Welcome back to TPW… “Venom”...
*Marshall sits back down, goes back to looking at the papers on his desk and waves Lux off, who is no longer smiling. Inside the arena Disturbed’s “The Infection” begins to play. *
Marshall: There you go Xavier, just like that you’re back in TPW! I can’t wait to tell the guys, Chris, Peter, they’re all going to be stoked about you joining The Cabal!
Xavier: Woah, slow down man. I signed a TPW contract, not a Cabal contract.
Marshall: Wait, what are you saying?
Xavier: Did you not hear a word I said out there?
Marshall: Honestly, no… I’m a busy man, what did you say?
Xavier: Watch the replay, just know that I am not joining The Cabal… I am here for me and me only.
Marshall: You can’t be serious.
Xavier: Very.
Marshall: You do realize what this means, don’t you?
Xavier: Nah, why don’t you tell me?
Marshall: It means that if you are not with us, you are against us… I run TPW now, Terry is not here to save or help you.
Xavier: Like he would anyway? I’m pretty sure he would let my face get burnt to a crisp.
Marshall: Well I am way worse than my brother. If you don’t join The Cabal, I can make your life here a living hell. You think you are going to be in the world title picture? Hell even in the North American title picture? No way… I will bury you so far in the card, that when it’s your turn to wrestle only the beer vendors would be in attendance.
Xavier: That’s cool, I like beer.
Marshall: Lux you are making a big mistake here.
Xavier: Look, I came here for a TPW contract and I got one… What you do with it, it’s up to you Marshall… I just want to wrestle… Do keep in mind that having venom in my veins is more than a moniker… You don’t want this snake to bite you back.
Marshall: Are you threatening your boss?
Xavier: No sir, just giving you a fair warning. Thanks for the contract, see you in 2 tweeks?
*Xavier stands up and leaves Marshall’s office without looking back at him, but Alexander stops him.*
Marshall: Oh no-no-no, you don’t get to walk away. Since you are under contract officially now, and you want competition so bad, you are going to make your debut tonight!
*Xavier turns around, raising an eyebrow *
Marshall: As a matter of fact, your match is NEXT!
Xavier: You can’t be serious?
Marshall: Oh, I am! Production, hit his music! Welcome back to TPW… “Venom”...
*Marshall sits back down, goes back to looking at the papers on his desk and waves Lux off, who is no longer smiling. Inside the arena Disturbed’s “The Infection” begins to play. *
Markson: Wow, Alexander Marshall is a shrewd businessman!
Napier: Hey, all he did was show Xavier Lux who’s boss around here.
Cotton: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit… Introducing first….
*Xavier’s music continues to play for a few minutes longer until finally comes out, still wearing his street clothes. Clearly he’s not pleased and stomps his way to the ring. *
Cotton: Making his return to TPW, from Los Angeles, California… Here is “The Man with Venom in his Veins…” Xavier Lux!
*Xavier slides in under the bottom rope and then walks to his corner where the ref goes to check him, but he’s wearing street clothes. Just then "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays… *
Cotton: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... hailing from Buffalo, New York... he is the owner of Outsiders Championship Wrestling, and both Strike Towers Wrestling and Online Championship Wrestling Hall of Famer... MIKE ZYBALA!!
* With the fans giving a mixed reaction as the Outsiders owner walks out onto the stage. He high-fives fans on the way to the ring, those that still like him after the Cabal stuff that is. Zybala gets in the ring and the music stops. He looks at Xavier, who seems ready to go. The bell rings as Zybala goes to grab a microphone. *
Zybala: Hold on there, Lux. You might wanna slow down before I make you like a zombie like your buddy, Marcus.
* The crowd boos. A small "Zombie Marcus" chant happens. *
Zybala: i just want to let you know how lucky you are to be in the ring with a 2 time Hall of Famer like me. Regardless that your fate is sealed, this is going to do wonders for your career! You get to enjoy the Zybala bump! People say that greatness doesn't spread like germs, but just by being in the same ring as me, you've just become infinitely greater. Don't believe me? Look at how long Vaughn and I hung out back.in GCWA. The man is a Championship Magnet now!
Now, I would expect the same level of success as Vaughn or myself, but with the Zybala bump, you're guaranteed to be at least a legendary mid-tier title holder in the future. And since I'm being so generous with you being in the ring with me, catching all this HoF potential, I'll let you off easy. I'm just gonna walk away with the win without hurting you. So, ladies and gentlemen, your winning, by way of sheer greatness, MIKE ZYBALA!!
~*Mike Zybala raises his arms in the air as he leaves the ring, celebrating his "win". He walks all the way to the back, as the fans, for the first time ever, unanimously boo Zybala. The boos are so loud that nobody hears the referee counting to ten and proclaiming Lux the winner. *
Napier: Hey, all he did was show Xavier Lux who’s boss around here.
Cotton: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit… Introducing first….
*Xavier’s music continues to play for a few minutes longer until finally comes out, still wearing his street clothes. Clearly he’s not pleased and stomps his way to the ring. *
Cotton: Making his return to TPW, from Los Angeles, California… Here is “The Man with Venom in his Veins…” Xavier Lux!
*Xavier slides in under the bottom rope and then walks to his corner where the ref goes to check him, but he’s wearing street clothes. Just then "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays… *
Cotton: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... hailing from Buffalo, New York... he is the owner of Outsiders Championship Wrestling, and both Strike Towers Wrestling and Online Championship Wrestling Hall of Famer... MIKE ZYBALA!!
* With the fans giving a mixed reaction as the Outsiders owner walks out onto the stage. He high-fives fans on the way to the ring, those that still like him after the Cabal stuff that is. Zybala gets in the ring and the music stops. He looks at Xavier, who seems ready to go. The bell rings as Zybala goes to grab a microphone. *
Zybala: Hold on there, Lux. You might wanna slow down before I make you like a zombie like your buddy, Marcus.
* The crowd boos. A small "Zombie Marcus" chant happens. *
Zybala: i just want to let you know how lucky you are to be in the ring with a 2 time Hall of Famer like me. Regardless that your fate is sealed, this is going to do wonders for your career! You get to enjoy the Zybala bump! People say that greatness doesn't spread like germs, but just by being in the same ring as me, you've just become infinitely greater. Don't believe me? Look at how long Vaughn and I hung out back.in GCWA. The man is a Championship Magnet now!
Now, I would expect the same level of success as Vaughn or myself, but with the Zybala bump, you're guaranteed to be at least a legendary mid-tier title holder in the future. And since I'm being so generous with you being in the ring with me, catching all this HoF potential, I'll let you off easy. I'm just gonna walk away with the win without hurting you. So, ladies and gentlemen, your winning, by way of sheer greatness, MIKE ZYBALA!!
~*Mike Zybala raises his arms in the air as he leaves the ring, celebrating his "win". He walks all the way to the back, as the fans, for the first time ever, unanimously boo Zybala. The boos are so loud that nobody hears the referee counting to ten and proclaiming Lux the winner. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, by FOREFIT... XAVIER LUX!!!
Markson: So, if Zybala was just going to forefit the match, why did Alexander Marshall make it?
Napier: Zybala is a wild card, he marches to the beat of his own drum.
Markson: Or, is he a coward.
Napier: ABSOLUTELY NOT! He's a mavrick.
Markson: Yeah... sure he is. Folks, we will be right back with an actual match, as Jason Cashe and Jace Savage lock horns after this commercial break.
