Black Friday Night Fury 11/24/23 Results

Black Friday Night Fury 11/24/23 Results Nov 24, 2023 16:16:24 GMT -5 The Malvado Brothers likes this

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Post by Greg T.O.M on Nov 24, 2023 16:16:24 GMT -5

*The shot fades from the FNF Logo to a scene from the last edition of Friday Night Fury. The Cabal is in the ring after Leah’s match, and Peter Vaughn finishes speaking, 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 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 the opening video of Friday Night Fury. *

*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out Keybank Center crowd of over 16,500. Blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *

JMONT, MAFFEW SAYS, “YOU TALK TOO MUCH”

ROSE IS GONNA GO WILD

WELCOME BACK RONNIE

IT IS SUPER UNKNOWN WHAT HAPPENED TO AVA

LUX STILL SUXS

I WANT MALONEY MAGIC

GET WELL SOON CA$HE

PAN, THE BAD-MAN
ANDREA FOR QUEEN

I WANNA PARTY WITH LIGHTS OUT

ZOLTON = NEW CHAMP

*The shot cuts from the signs to the commentary desk where Mark Markson is wearing a Khloe Cox ugly Christmas sweater, and Nick Napier looks like he isn’t feeling to well. *

Markson: HELLO THUNDERAMANIACS, WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHT FURY!!! Nick, are you feeling okay?

Napier: Ugh, I hate too much yesterday, I’m still in a food coma.

Markson: Well, I hope everyone out there in TV land is hungry, hungry for THUNDER PRO ACTION!

Napier: Stop with the energy, you’re too much for me to handle right now.

Markson: Folks we have some great matches for you tonight as we head toward Winter Wrestleland. So, grab a glass of egg nog and heat up some leftovers for dinner, you won’t want to miss any of the action tonight.

Napier: Hopefully I pass this stuffing ball in my stomach before Peter Vaughn sends a clear message to the TPW universe, and Chris Page when he does what Page never did and pins Zolton here tonight.

Markson: I think Zolton is going to shock the world and upset Peter Vaughn tonight.

Napier: You’re more baked than the ham I ate last night if you think that is going to happen.

Markson: We will find out later tonight, anything can happen on any given night. But, one thing we do know for certain is that JMont is going to be kicking us off here tonight. Let’s go to that right now, while everyone fixes a plate of leftovers.

Napier: I was told that if you are looking for a 8.3 Litre V10 engine producing a jaw dropping 500 horsepower and 712 pounds of torque that boasts a top speed of 300 miles per hour as well as 0 to 60 in 2.5 seconds, then you might want to stick around for this.*

*As usual, the cameras are in the back as notice was once again given about a special arrival. Could it be Josh Allen of the Buffalo Bills? Maybe it's the Diggs brothers. Or maybe it's someone from the Sabre’s hockey team, but no one knows anyone on that team, so that is doubtful.

Markson: We all know who it is already. Why are we giving this man so much attention?

Napier: My sources are the ones that notified the camera crew to be ready and not to miss this.

Markson: So, you're the main reason we always have to see his arrival every damn show?

Napier: Think Ratings! Think Attention! You're worried about all the wrong things, Markson. You hate the man, yet you wish you were him

Markson: I rather be poor and homeless, living under a bridge with a sleeping bag full of holes, then be him.

Napier: We can make that happen for you.

*As Markson and Napier do their usual back and forth, tic and tac show, you can hear the roaring sound of a powerful vehicle coming this way. But, this time around, it's not a vehicle, but a bike. And not any kind of bike as it was described a little while ago. A Custom 2023 Dodge Tomahawk comes roaring into the scene and from the looks of things, most of the camera men are deaf because the angles and views of the arrival are all over the place as they try to hold their ears but get the arrival.

Napier: Now, that's a bike!

Markson: I wonder where he stole that from.

*As the biker, OK, we all know it's J Mont. As J Mont parks the bike, once again illegally i may add in a handicap space, both his feet come to the ground as he kicks down the kick stand to hold the bike up. As the helmet is removed, there is no surprise here. J Mont has arrived, but he is alone. As he gets off the bike, you can see the American Championship around his waist. Usually dressed up and decked out, tonight looks like a casual night for J Mont. Nike shock sneakers to go along with matchking Nike sweatpants and sweatshirt. J Mont is dressed for comfort tonight or is he? *

Napier: What a stand up guy. He knows how poor and shitty Buffalo is, so he dresses down to make the people feel good about themselves. What a guy!

Markson: Maybe he is broke and Mia spent all the money!

Napier: You realize that he just bought Cholo a 400,000 watch on Monday Night Brawl. I know you can't afford the network it's on, but it's all over Youtube, you cheap bastard.

Markson: I wonder how much J Mont is paying you to kiss his ass like this.

*J Mont sees all the cameras that were waiting for him and does his usual sinister smirk while pointing to the American Championship around his waist. The workers wanna say something about his parking, but the last guy that did that is going through a divorce now and got a nice JKO to the concrete. So, the workers decided to just nod at J Mont as he walked by. As he enters The Keybank Center, he can already hear all the boos. *

J MONT: Sounds like the Bills blew another game here with the way it sounds. If I can hear all that booing from back here, I can only imagine how intense it is at ringside right now.

*Just then, the phone of J Mont begins to ring. As he reaches into his pocket, he pulls out his IPhone 15 Pro and sees Shaun Hart calling. J Mont answers the call, but you cannot hear what Shaun is saying.*

J MONT: I am here, and on my way to ringside. You just chill in the back and handle the business we discussed. I’ll hand everything at ringside. You just make sure you close the deal.

*J Mont is now listening to what Shaun is spewing out on the other side of the phone.

J MONT: I got it. And did you make sure my shopping cart is waiting for me right near the entrance way?

*J Mont smirks as it looks like there is a plan in place tonight. J Mont goes to the ring alone, but Shaun Hart is in the back handling BUSINESS. As the call comes to an end, J Mont puts the phone back into his pocket and keeps up his brisk walk. The camera’s are following him. Security is following him. J Mont has a reputation for being a loose cannon and doing things that are over the line. Looks like TPW has taken extra measures tonight to make sure J Mont stays in his lane. And so far, he is staying in his lane as he gets closer to the entrance way. As the curtain becomes more visible, J Mont is getting pumped up to show these fans in Buffalo a thing or 2. And Shaun did not let him down. Right near the entrance way is a shopping cart full of sporting items. You can see a basketball, a baseball bat and a ball. A hockey stick and puck. A bowling ball. A football. A tennis racquet and ball. And some other small items as well. *

J MONT: Truly going to be a night that no one will ever forget. It’s about that time. HIT MY MUSIC!

*J Mont points up to Bob who is handling productions of the music and pyros tonight.*

*A Buffalo Bills song called BILLS SUCK by David Strickland is being played on the Titantron as the fans have to deal with this as J Mont walks from the back, pushing that full shopping cart. The rook has come off this place tonight, and not from cheers.*

BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!

*You cannot hear anything but the fans giving it to J Mont. You can chew ice right now, it won't be heard. You can smack your girl's fat ass so hard, but it won't be heard. You can snap into a slim jim and nothing. This, hands down might be the most hated entrance ever for the TPW. J Mont is smirking and laughing at the fans as he comes down the ramp with his shopping cart full of goodies. *

Napier: Santa Mont. I love it. J Mont is in the giving mood tonight!

Markson: I cannot believe you're cheering for this man after all that he is done. And do you ever listen to the fans?

*J Mont begins to push the shopping cart around the ring and when he sees Markson, 2 middle fingers up. J Mont is not dumb. He has people fill him in on all the dumb stuff that is said by Markson about him. J Mont then continues around until he gets to the metal steps. Parking the shopping cart right next to the steps, J Mont walks up and finally, after all of that, gets into the ring. Nothing has changed. The fans are still giving it to him as he climbs up the turnbuckle and holds the American Championship high up, so even the nosebleed jackasses can see it. After he hops down, he is given a mic by a guy who reminds him of Matt Knox but 200 pounds heavier. Maybe that is the future Matt Knox. J Mont taps on the mic to give everyone fair warning that the verbal assault is about to begin.

5 More Minutes of the Booing until the fans finally let up! *

J MONT: What’s the difference between a Buffalo Bill and a dollar bill? A dollar bill is good for 4 quarters.

BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!

J MONT: Tough crowd. OK. What does BILLS Stand for? Blew it like last season and Boy, I love losing Superbowls.

BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!

J MONT: 3 strikes and you're out rule, so i got one more for you inbreds of Buffalo. What do the Buffalo Bills and a Chic Fil A manager have in common? Neither one shows up for work on Sundays!

BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!

*There is one man standing up for J Mont, so one has to wonder if he is the manager of the local Chic Fil A. But J Mont holds his hand up to get the fans attention again. *

J MONT: Being here in Buffalo brings back no good memories. Like Marshawn Lynch who did what was best for his career and left Buffalo, i am only here so i wont get fined ANYMORE! And since I am the hottest thing in the Industry today, I'll show up and let TPW get to the top of the Ratings chart, courtesy of J Mont. I don't need a match to make history or ratings. All I need is the camera on me with a mic. That's how good I am. Others in the back need to wrestle every week just to make something of themselves to garner any kind of attention. Which brings me to Maxwell Mason Stone. The man that is next in line for a chance for The American Championship. Now Max, you have some very big shoes to fill. What me and Junko did in our feud was one for the ages. I don't think you have it in you to compete like Junko did. I have to give it to that little Japanese Girl. She hit me with some good shots and attacks, but at the end of the day, like always, I came out on top. Something you are used to when stepping into the ring with me Maxwell. Different company this time around, but the same results. Nothing is changing except for your name and gimmick here. But you are still the same Max Stone I know and remember.

FUDGE YOU J MONT!

WE WANT JUNKO!

MAXWELL FOR PRESIDENT!

DEPORT J MONT!

*The fans cut off J Mont with some chants echoing throughout the arena. But if you think it's phasing J Mont, then you don't know this man. This is what drives him to be one of the best in the industry today. *

J MONT: While you fans were too busy chanting stuff that does nothing to me, I was getting ready for the show I'm about to perform for you. Free of charge of course because you delinquents can't even afford the 4 for 4 from Wedny’s.

*The fat Matt Knox lookalike hands J Mont the tennis racquet and ball. *

J MONT: I'm sure you all know Jessica Pegula. She was ranked as high as number 3 in the WTA ranking of the world and from this dump of a city.

*J Mont tosses up the ball and smacks it into the crowd. It hits a small kid in the forehead who was being held up by his parents wearing a Cabal Tee shirt. *

J MONT: I hit better than your bitch from Buffalo. And I'm going to make sure Maxwell Stone gets served as well.

*The fat Matt Knox lookalike hands J Mont the football.*

J MONT: Let me show your famous let down quarterback Jim Kelly just how to throw a spiral here.

*J Mont throws his arm back in motion, grabbing the football and throws it high up into the stands. Probably 100 rows up and hits some ugly guy who looks like Larry Tact. If you thought the guy had a big nose now, wait till he sees how much his nose swells after getting hit with that football. *

J MONT: If i was the QB here. It’s Simple. Throw to Diggs every play. But Josh Allen is as dumb as Maxwell Stone. They both think they are winners and they aren't. They haven’t done a damn thing to solidify their careers or futures.

*The fat Matt Knox lookalike hands J Mont a soccer ball.*

J MONT: We all know Gary Boughton of any of the soccer leagues he is in can't score a goal. He is from Buffalo, so that should just be common knowledge that he sucks too.

*J Mont throws up the soccer ball and kicks it into the stands. It hits a fat lady in the head, who drops her foot long hot dog in anger. But after it hit her head, it reflected on the skinny guy next to her knocking his beer over. As the guy turns with an attitude, he sees the fat lady, then her hot dog on the ground. He changes his mind and walks to get another beer.*

J MONT: I can do this all day. I can show you how I am such a great all around athlete. I can show and tell you why anyone from Buffalo or plays for Buffalo Sucks. I don't want any of you people here cheering for me. I don’t need that bad juju or odor on me. It’s bad enough I have to deal with Maxwell Stone for the thousandth time in my career. But, I know you are all here to hear what Max has to say, if there is anything left to say. So, let me do the honors. Maxwell Mason Stone, please come out here and tell me what is on your mind BITCH BOY!

*J Mont points to the entrance way but nothing happens. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as they want to cheer for whoever will be emerging from the curtain yet they want to continue booing their lungs out for J Mont.*

J MONT: I said come out here and tell me what is on your mind… BITCH BOY!!

*The entrance way remains still but the crowd has been throwing their hatred at the American champ for so long that they’re starting to get exasperated. J Mont aggressively taps his watch and slams his hand down on an invisible desk, recreating that Judge Judy meme.*

J MONT: Typical Maxwell. I give him an open forum to come out here and speak his mind but he remains in hiding like a BIT…

*The instrumental version of Change (In The House of Flies) kicks in at the final chorus with the guitars abruptly hitting the arena and prompting the fans to cheer. Out through the curtain walks Maxwell Mason Stone in a fresh new suit with a tiny golden watch around his neck. Stone has a smirk across his face that becomes a full on grin when he hears the crowd’s reaction to him. He motions for them to calm down and then raises his microphone.*

J MONT: Just like Beetlejuice! I call his name three times and he appears.

*Maxwell, continuing to smile, shakes his head.*

MMS: Quite the spectacle you’ve been putting on here these past few months; coming out here and riling these people up week in and week out with your shenanigans. But these people are going to pass out from oxygen deprivation if they have to hear one more word from you so now it’s my turn to talk and it’s everyone else’s turn to listen.

*J Mont rolls his eyes.*

MMS: I’ve gotta admit, what you and Junko have done has been entertaining. Must see TV, even. At Night of the Living Dead, I watched Junko put you through absolute hell and I must say, Joe… I didn’t think you had it in you. In fact, you managed to even impress me.

Napier: Would you look at that? Even someone as brainless as Stone can admit that the American Champ is absolutely impressive!

MMS: I almost felt like I was watching an entirely different Joe Montuori than the one I’m used to. This J Mont was able to actually accomplish victory using his own determination and his own bare hands. The J Mont I know doesn’t achieve accomplishments by his own merit because he’s always got that ace up his sleeve. The J Mont I’m well acquainted with would have had some stooge that’s been fooled into thinking they’re getting something out of this arrangement out there to do the heavy lifting when the going got tough. Maybe it’s a teammate powerbombing a World champion off a ladder creating the opening for you to climb right up and snatch a cheap one. Maybe it’s a corrupt general manager inserting himself into a match he had no business being in to ensure his golden boy had a nice smooth path to the ultimate prize.

*J Mont laughs and shrugs his shoulders.*

MMS: Speaking of Shaun Hart, you finally got your little Chihuahua back in your purse where he belongs. I’m surprised he still has any use to you since he doesn’t wield any authority here in TPW but if you want to use him to take me on a trip down memory lane then so be it. I made it quite clear that whatever feelings I had about our previous employer had washed away when I defeated Mac Bane back at Gladiator’s Ball but since you want to keep reminiscing about days gone by, how about I come down to that ring RIGHT NOW and we can do a little bit of reminiscing!

*The crowd starts yelling and whistling as Stone sets the mic down and untucks the dress shirt as he starts walking down the entrance way.*

Markson: I don’t think we’re going to wait until Winter Wrestleland. Stone’s fixin’ to give a whoopin right now! Wait, what’s this? Oh, come on…

*Stone is stopped dead in his tracks by a group of Buffalo’s finest.*

Napier: Oh thank God the police are here. Stone is riding the crazy train without a ticket and you can never predict what a certified whackjob like that can do.

*The group officers form a human wall in front of Stone and begin to march forward. Stone steps backwards up the entrance way and notices that an entire horde of Buffalo police officers are emerging through the curtain.*

J MONT: You are the crazy one Stone and that is why I had to extend a generous donation to the Buffalo Police Department towards their softball team. I had to make sure that you make it to Winter Wrestleand because if you made it down to this ring tonight, I would have ripped your head off and rolled it down the ramp way. Probably a gutter ball because your head is so ugly and demented. But, have no fear Stone. You will have a chance to look me in the eyes at the next show because I have set up a contract signing for me and you. I wanted you to at least have something good come out of this for you. You get my autograph on the contract but once you sign your name to it, consider 2023 as the year of J Mont making Max Stone his BITCH!

*J Mont drops the mic like he is the man and holds The American Championship high in the air as the fans are chanting for Stone. J Mont is laughing because he is ready for war and all the fans are doing is filling up his gas tank even more. Max Stone stands at the top of the entrance way blocked off by the police and is yelling some stuff that cannot be heard because of the loud fans. *

Napier: J Mont is on fire and Max Stone is not ready for this version.

Markson: Stone is going to beat J Mont so bad, that he is going to leave the TPW forever.

Napier: You are forgetting that Shaun Hart is here now and when J Mont has him by his side, he is unbeatable.

Markson: Unbeatable? That’s funny. More like cheating to win when they are together.

Napier: Tomato, tomato, a win is a win.

Markson: Speaking of winning, we'll see who wins the first match here tonight after this commercial break.

Napier: Oh, smooth transition.

*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *

Cotton: The following contest is set for one fall with a ten-minute time limit introducing first.

*LL Cool J's - Mama Said Knock You Out started to blast out of the PA system and out walked the woman known as Rose. *

Cotton: Hailing from Los Angeles California weighing in at 175 Pounds This is Rose.

*Rose paused on the ramp as her name was said and flexed her arms before carrying on walking down the rampway. *

Markson: Nice to see Rose back here in TPW after some time away. She told me earlier she wants to get a win tonight to get this heading in a positive direction for 2024 hopefully.

Napier: The only positive she can do is leave because she is just taking up a spot right now.

*Rose got in the ring and walked over to a corner. Once she reached it she slipped in and started to stretch waiting for who was coming out. *

Cotton: And her opponent.

*A steady drum beat started to play and Rose looked a little confused as a large round man with face paint appeared on the stage. he had a smirk on his face as he walked down the ramp.*

Cotton: Weighing in at 450 pounds from Parts unknown this is Wildman Watson.

Napier: Question do you think Watson sees Rose as a snack or lunch?

Markson: I think he’s here to get the win.

*Watson walks over to Rose and taps his belly Rose just stares at him emotionless as she waits for the bell. Moments later it rang and Watson just stood in the middle of the ring motioning for Rose to bring it. Rose didn’t need to be told twice as she went forward and started to throw shots at Watson. Going for the jaw with punches and forearms Watson just took them. He then shook his head at Rose. Rose was clearly not used to this in her career and seemed puzzled by the lack of reaction to her strikes. Moments later Watson pointed at the ropes Rose looked at them for a moment before she ran over hitting them before throwing her arm at Watson for a clothesline but again Watson didn’t move.*

Markson: Rose showing her inexperience here because I don’t see power alone beating Watson.

Napier: Can’t Watson just end this already I’m bored.

*Rose looked at Watson and went to attack him again but as she hit the ropes. Watson rushed forward and threw himself at her. Rose was squashed in the corner and started to fall forward onto Watson limply from this. Watson then pushed her back up into the corner and then slap his hands down onto her chest. Rose put her hands across herself and winced in pain from the slap. Watson then backed up and smirked at Rose as she tried to recover. Watson then ran over and went to hit Rose in the corner again but Rose managed to move out of the way at the last moment and Watson hit the corner chest first. *

Markson: Rose with the escape and it seems that Watson hit hard there.

*Watson stumbled back out of the corner and as he did Rose grabbed his head and took him down with a neckbreaker. Watson flopped on the mat and Rose covered him One…Two…Watson kicked out Rose hit the mat in anger and went to get Watson but Watson chopped her in the throat and as he did this. Rose stumbled back grabbing her throat as she did this Watson got up and as Rose looked on Watson just headbutted her. Rose dropped like a stone to the mat and Watson put his foot on her. One…Two…Rose kicked out. Watson yelled at the ref and seemingly threaten him with his hand and taped thumb. *

Markson: Watson looking to out the ref here his guy’s an animal.

Napier: Good I hate that jackass

*Watson then turned back and as he did Rose got up with the help of the ropes. Watson then went over to her once more and squashed Rose once more. Rose then groaned as she slumped down to the corner. Watson then reached down and yanked her up by the hair. Rose cried out in pain as she had this happened. A moment later Watson climbed up on the second rope and showed off his thumb seemingly looking to end it. However, Rose saw this and headbutted his chest. Watson groaned but still showed the spike but then Rose gave him a second headbutt. Watson was seemingly stunned by this before Rose gave him three more and Watson grabbed his chest in pain. *

Markson: Rose trying here to take down the mon…what the hell?

*Markson stopped talking as Rose grabbed Watson's legs and then she let out a loud cry. She then put the legs on her shoulder and she took a few steps before dropping Watson down with a Sitout Powerbomb before covering him. *

One…

Two…

Three!

Cotton: Here is your winner Rose!!!!

*Rose got up a little worse for wear but she flexed and let out an Amazon like scream.*

Napier: I tell what the power of Rose is not to be unestimated I mean that was a 450-pound man she carried and then powerbombed. I mean if she can ever put it together?

Markson: Well I guess it was impressive, the future for Rose is definitely looking up.

*The shot fades from Ref Wallace raising Rose's hand in victory to backstage. *

*The scene opens with Alexander Marshall standing beside a large dining table with very fancy plating placed upon it. The plates are china, the cutlery sterling silver, and bottles of expensive red wine sit on the table, beside sterling silver serving platters and bowls. It is clear that Alexander Marshall has spared no expense for this meal.

At each seat there is a name tag, one for Alexander himself at the head of the table, then to his right “Peter Vaughn”, followed by “El Diablo Blanco”, “The Equalizer, Leah Aguero”, “Mike Zybala”, and then at the other end of the table one that reads “Chris Page”.

Alexander checks his watch as he hears the rumbling of the crowd in the arena. The sound of a door opening is heard off-screen, and the camera pans to show Vaughn, El D, Leah, and Zybala walking in. They each head for the table as Alexander looks behind them, a bit unnerved that Page didn’t join them. *

Alexander: No Page? Peter, have you talked to Chris?

Peter Vaughn: If by “talked to” you mean his answering service, then sure. I’ve left him several messages. We all know the guy can be stubborn when he wants to be.

*Alexander notices that Zybala is wearing a “Thundering” Terry Marshall shirt. Alexander isn’t sure if he is more shocked by his shirt, or the fact that Zybala is leaning back in the hand-crafted wooden chair with his feet up on the dining table. Alexander shakes his head in disbelief. *

Alexander: Mike…. What in the world are you wearing?

Zybala: Free shirt. Why?

Alexander: You know whose shirt that is…. Right?

Zybala: Yeah, my old Zord fighting pal, Terry Marshall. I saw a big ass box filled with these things just gathering dust. Some dude with a clipboard told me you were just gonna torch them or whatever, so I took them. I may be rich, but I've never turned down a free T-shirt. Besides, I can sell the rest at Outsiders or give them out as Christmas presents.

*Alexander shakes his head as he takes his seat at the head of the table. A group of waiters comes and begins pouring the wine for everyone as another one begins pulling the lids off of dishes revealing mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, green beans, mac & cheese, cooked carrots, rolls, and at the center a massive Turkey. The waiters begin to serve the food to everyone, and as they go to place a large portion of turkey on Vaughn’s plate he holds his hand up and shakes his head “no”. *

Alexander: Peter, you’re not eating?

Peter Vaughn: I tend not to want too much before a big match, and even though it’s Zolton, it still qualifies. I certainly don’t want to be throwing up on live television. I’ll leave that for other wrestlers.

*“Hey boss man”, Zybala shouts from the end of the table. Alexander turns his gaze to Zybala and his awful “Terry Marshall” t-shirt. *

Zybala: You got any wings and blu cheese? I mean, after all, we are in BUFFALO BABY!!!

*We can hear the audience erupt with cheers and chants of “HEY-EY EY EY” and “LETS GO BUFFALO” throughout the KeyBank Arena. Alexander doesn't look amused.

With a smirk and leaning back in her chair, Leah makes her presence known.*

Leah Aguero: You know, Alexander, your table might scream luxury, but it doesn't hide the stench of desperation. Putting on this elaborate show won't change the fact that trouble's afoot. You're trying to buy our loyalty with fine dining.

*Leah glances around the table, her eyes lingering on each member of The Cabal.*

Leah Aguero: And you, Vaughn, that’s the amount of effort you put in? A handful of calls? Is that the extent of your action? That's not the Cabal I signed up for. We thrive on dominance and that dominance comes from a unit. We don't hold back. And you, Zybala.

*Leah nods towards him.*

Leah Aguero: You might be relishing your 'free shirt,' but don't forget whose legacy that shirt carries. Terry Marshall was a legend, Key word is was. No one is going to buy those in Outsiders and expect that free Christmas gift to be regifted down the line.

*She turns her attention back to Alexander, a piercing intensity in her eyes. She doesn't see Zybala mouth the word “biiiiiitch.” *

Leah Aguero: This feast might be grand, but you can't sugarcoat the truth. Page might not be here physically, but his absence speaks volumes. And I'll tell you, Alexander, while you're busy throwing lavish dinners, the rest of Thunder Pro is gearing up for a fight. Winter Wrestleland approaches, and the Cabal needs to show more than just appearances. We need to bring our A-game, and I hope you've got more up your sleeve than fancy dinners and lavish gestures.

*El D’s eyes are wide and shooting around the table as he slowly places a Flaming Hot Doritos into his mouth. Before Alexander can say anything a courier comes into the room with a package. The courier can instantly sense the tension in the room as everyone stares at him. The courier nervously sits the package on the edge of the table by Alexander and scurries off.

Alexander grabs the card from the top of the box, rips the envelope open, pulls the card out, and begins reading it. A smile comes over Alexander’s face as he reads the card. *

Alexander: It’s from Page. Says he’s sorry he can’t be here, but this is a gift for all of us.

*Alexander grabs a knife from the table and cuts the box open. As Marshall opens the box a giant “middle-finger” balloon floats out of the box, along with several other crude balloons.

. Leah crosses her arms, and leans back in her chair. Vaughn slams his hands on the table as he jumps up. Alexander grabs the balloon, pulls it down, and plunges the knife into it, popping the balloon as the scene fades to a commercial break. *

* We return from break and Caribbean Queen is in the ring. The ThunderTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. “Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress)” by The Hollies starts to play. The lights begin to flicker dark purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder as the crucifix symbol of Veronica Cain appears on the ThunderTron followed by the outline of a Scorpion in her signature purple.*

Cotton: Making their way to the ring…

//Saturday night I was down town

Working for the F.B.I.

Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high
Boot legging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the D.A. man
When I heard this woman singing a song\\

*The name Veronica Cain in large font starts to flash in silver and purple, with shots of her holding up the OCW TransAtlantic title and CU:LT SNUFF title, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd but mostly positive.*

Cotton: Weighing in at One Hundred and Fifty-Five pounds…

//A pair of forty fives made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a five nine
Beautiful
Tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
Cause that long cool woman had it all.\\

*A spotlight hits the entrance way as Ronnie steps out on stage, hands on her hips, her hair slicked back with water, sneer across her lips. She starts to strut down to the ring, in brand new ring of black pants, with purple scorpions on the outer parts of her hips, and a black leather crop top with the crisscrossed lace across her cleavage up to her neck underneath a black leather jacket with no sleeves and a scorpion with her crucifix on the back of it. The icy blue eyed Liz Vitale appear behind her.*

Cotton: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada and accompanied by Liz Vitale…

*"The Scorpion" Ronnie Cain stares at her opponent.*

//Saw her heading to the table
Well a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said "I hope that you're able
Boy"
Well
I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well suddenly we heard a siren
And every body started to run
A jumping out of doors and tables
Well I heard somebody shooting a gun.\\

*Cain walks up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being as Liz takes her place at ringside.*

//Well the D.A. was pumping my left hand
And a she a holding my right
And I told her don't get scared
Cause you're gonna be spared
I gotta be forgiven
If I want to spend my living with\\

Cotton: She is the Future Strader Matriarch…

*Strader stands centre of the ring.*

//A long cool woman in a black dress
Just a five nine
Beautiful
Tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all
Had it all
Had it all\\

Cotton: "THE SCORPION" RONNIE CAINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*She sneers as she watches her opponent staring her down.*

*DING DING DING*

*Both women come out of their corners and circle each other in the middle of the ring. They finally grapple up as each woman tries to get the upper hand in the beginning stages of the match. Cain pushes Queen into the corner as the ref separates them, Cain comes back with a masterful chop to the chest of Caribbean Queen.*

Fans: Whooo!

*Veronica Cain follows up with another echoing chop to the chest of Queen to the fans delight. With one more chop to the red chest of Queen. Her chest has seen better days. Suddenly She reverses the move and gets Cain into the corner! Caribbean proceeds with a huge chop of her own, followed by another! But suddenly Cain connects with a massive European Upper cut sending Queen back into the middle of the ring. Cain gets Queen into headlock and proceeds into the ropes. Connecting with an Irish Whip into the opposing ropes as Cain connects with a wonderful flying spinning wheel kick and Caribbean ands hard to the mat!*

Napier: Its Veronica Cain with the upper hand here in the beginning. What a masterful display of moves, Brian!

Markson: For once I agree with you. Hell is truly freezing over!

*Veronica Cain gets Carribean Queen up and connects with a perfect standing dropkick! Cain follows up with a solid piledriver and puts salt in the wound as he connects with a release german suplex! Queen is in it bad! But thats when Cain proceeds to show up the fans. Gloating to the fans as he goes to pick up the fallen Carribean Queen. Suddenly " TMG " hooks the head of Cain and rolls into a small package! For the pin!

2!!

Cain reverses the roll up going for her own pin!

3!!!

*DING DING DING*

Cotton: and your winner by pinfall... VERONICA CAIN!

Markson: WHOA! That was quick.

Napier: That's what she said.

Markson: I liked it better when you were in a food coma.

Napier: Coffee is hitting the spot.

Markson: Well, get ready to kick that energy into overdrive with this next segment.

*''The Time is now'' by John Blade hit's and, the
Surgeon of Thuganomics, John Blade
makes his way down to the ring and grabs a mic and begins to speak to the Buffalo, Ny
Crowd cheers Blade on in the arena. *

The Surgeon of Thuganomics|John Blade: Yo, yo, yo, Yo Yo, Yo, YO! what up Buffalo, Ny I can't hear you , I said What up Buffalo, Ny?! Yo, chill, chill,
Now a lot of people talking trash about The surgeon of Thuganomics I'll cut each and everyone of them out of Friday night Fury.

*The crowd starts going wild at the statement. *

The Surgeon of Thuganomics|John Blade: Now what is this situation I keep hearing about
making myself debut this match with Andrea Hernandez which I doubt that i might end up winning the match but I guest we just gonna have to wait in see what happens next Friday Hell I might just win one of them in my debut match at Friday Fury and I declare to be the your next Prestige Champion on Friday night Fury at Winter Wrestleland

Now that's Slamming! Whether me or Andrea Hernandez that's in the ring who remains standing and will fight between me and Peter Vaughan for his International Championship at Friday night Fury for his International Championship and our match on Friday night Fury.

*John Blade takes the mic to his face looking very pissed off at Friday night Fury for asking that.*

The Surgeon of Thuganomics|John Blade: Wait, what? You wanna know if i know if one of us is the Winner of the match at Friday night Fury. whoever wins the match at Friday night Fury then I will be ready for anyone at Friday night Fury International Championship when we have ourselves an Singles match at TPW on Friday night Fury.

The Surgeon of Thuganomics|John Blade: Whether Myself or TPW roster what I'm getting into? You know TPW like it or not I will be at Friday night Fury and whenever I win The debut match from TPW roster this debut match one on TPW then they better be prepared to be the Last person Standing because when i win the debut match The Chain Gang will appear at Friday night Fury and become the next Challenger for the International Championship against Andrea Hernandez on TPW.

They had a better chance than anyone that's in the back I will be at Winter Wrestle land in the ringside watching the Man event between Peter and Matt Knox on TPW, but that still doesn't mean they has a good chance of winning that debut match because The Surgeon of Thuganomics is going to be winning this debut match and an be The next International Championship on Friday night Fury whenever I get the win at Friday night Fury then I'll be fighting Matt Knox for my new international Championship at The Winter Wrestle land and be your Last person remaining as I win The debut match of the International Championship on TPW.

Yo, somebody, better be great cause I just saw your future dawg! and You think that you can win the debut match and bring me down! Hell Nah! I'm gonna give you an F-U , and after i win that you gonna be loosing that match against me Unlike you got the flu! Now here I stand above you TPW that when I win this match. comes to shove one of us will be standing out as the winner on Friday night Fury in our Singles match and sooner or later I will become The next challenger for The International World Champion at Friday night Fury and beat you in front of these people right here as Friday night Fury and go for The International Championship on Friday night Fury of TPW after Friday night Fury I will win the Single match on TPW.

Was it because you fight like a girl? Or was it cause you just an Pitch! Now there's something special about the John B, and you know what that is? The Chain Gang is here!

*Blade exits out of the Friday night Fury ring until he gets ready for his debut match before he prepares for anyone to step up to the Chain gang begins next Friday. The Time is now hit's again when John exits out of the Monday night Smash ring and jumps across the barricade to watch The Friday night Fury as the shot transitions back to the commentary desk. *

Napier: What in the world was he rambling on about?

Markson: What I gathered from that, is that John Blade wants a Prestige Championship match with Andrea Hernandez, and then wants an International championship match against Peter Vaughn.

Napier: Doesn't he know he'll have to earn those?

Markson: He'll learn that, just as I am pleased to announce something I just learned about. A huge match announcement for Winter Wrestleland.

Napier: Is John Blade getting a shot at both the Prestige and International championships?

Markson: No, but he will be involved in this. It is "The Secret Santa Rumble".

*An image for the pay-per-view graphic appears on the screen. *

Markson: The way this battle royal will work is as follows.

*The graphic fades to a list of the rules. *

1) All wrestlers start in the ring, like a battle royal, and have 10 minutes to wrestle and eliminate each other (over the top).

2) An announcement is made that the 10 minutes have expired

3) At the 11:50 mark, a 10 second clock will start. When that expires, a name is drawn out/displayed on the
Terrytron and whoever it is must leave the match as they are eliminated

NOTE: Wrestlers can still be eliminated over the top as usual in between countdowns

4) Every 2 minutes thereafter, a new name will be drawn out (eliminated) until only 2 wrestlers remain

5) Match now goes on until 1 of those 2 eliminates the other

Napier: Look at that graphic, lots of talent is going to be in this match.

Markson: Nearly everyone who IS NOT involved in another match on the Winter Wrestleland pay-per-view will be in this rumble, with the line-up being announced along with the full card.

Napier: It's going to be a great night with the Cabal reigning supreme at the end.

Markson: Time will tell, and I can tell you that right now it is time for a commercial break.

*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring to introduce the next match.*

Steve Cotton: The following contest is…A DUOS MATCH!

*Crowd pops*

Steven Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, they are… ROGUES’ GALLERY!!!

*Strobe lights begin to flash as "Birth Ritual" by Soundgarden starts playing. As the chuggy main riff of the song starts the Rogues’ Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown, emerge onto the stage from behind the curtain. They toss their arms triumphantly into the air, and look around before they head to the ring.*

Steve Cotton: …And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 593 pounds, they are… S&M!!!

*“Bodies” by Drowning Pool begins to as S&M, Strangler and Masher, make their way down to the ring. No thrills, no frills.*

Markson: This should be a hell of a match, in one corner you have Rogues' Gallery, who will be facing Lights Out for the Duos Championship at Winter Wrestleland and-

Napier: Two freaks who like pain in the opposite corner!

*JTW agrees to start for his team, while Strangler agrees to start for his and both make their way to the center of the ring as the referee signals for the bell.*

*DING! DING! DING!*

*JTW and Strangler circle each other. Suddenly, Strangler lets loose an animal-like growl.*

Markson: Strangler trying to intimidate Jeremy The Wicked.

Napier: The man is a filthy pervert.

*JTW smirks and lets loose an animal-like growl as well. Strangler attempts to strike, but JTW is waiting for him. He sends him to the mat with a hip toss before pouncing on him and pulling him into a fireman's carry before JTW tosses Strangler off one shoulder into a cutter. He covers.*

ONE…

TWO…

Markson: Kick out by Strangler!

Napier: I swear, I saw Strangler smiling when he rolled over after that cutter. He liked it… Creepy.

*JTW stands up, pulls Strangler up by his hair and makes the tag to Superunknown while holding on to Strangler. Superunknown steps in and the Rogues’ Gallery hits a double-team chokeslam on Strangler!

JTW exits the ring and Superunknown paces around the and adjusts his elbow pads as he waits for Strangler to stir.*

Markson: Superunknown should be trying to get a pinfall here. What is he doing?

Napier: He’s basking in his glory.

Markson: I don't think what he did to Ava Arthur last Friday Night Fury was glorious. I thought it was downright roguish.

Napier: Well… yeah… they are the Rogues' Gallery.

Markson: It was a pointless display of violence.

Napier: What else do you think we do here?

*Strangler slowly begins to climb to his feet. Superunknown runs at him and snaps off a Yakuza kick, but he misses and Strangler makes the tag to Masher. Masher rushes in but is met with a belly-to-belly suplex by Superunknown. Superunknown gets to his feet and pulls Masher to his, he hits him with a stalling vertical suplex.*

Markson: Rogues' Gallery has been impressive in this match so far.

Napier: They've been dominant for sure, but somehow, I think S&M is enjoying the punishment.

*Superunknown pulls up Masher a second time and makes the tag before JTW climbs to the top-rope as Superunknown grabs hold of Masher and pulls him into a tornado spin as JTW leaps off the top-rope and hits a missile dropkick on Masher.

JTW peels Masher off the mat and hoists him up for a gorilla press, holding him above his head in an impressive show of strength before he slams him down on the mat before he covers. Strangler tries to run into the ring but Superunknown, taking his time getting back to the corner is in the way and he sends Strangler tumbling backward over the top rope with a clothesline.

JTW applies an armbar to Masher back in the ring and Masher giggles.*

Markson: Jeremy The Wicked is looking to get Masher to tap here.

Napier: Masher is a sicko, so he might not tap here, but I shudder to think of what he might do instead.

*JTW sits forward and hits Masher with a fist. He hits him a few more times and then he rolls to his corner and makes the tag. Superunknown comes into the ring and Rogues' Gallery double-irish whips Masher into the corner, setting him up. Masher hits the turnbuckles hard and bounces out of the corner, stumbling forward, the Rogues' Gallery hits a Fastball(Superunknown grabs JTW and tosses him as hard as he can. JTW hits Masher with a spear that takes him off his feet) on Masher.

Superunknown is ready to make the cover. He places a foot on Masher’s chest and flexes his arms.*

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Markson: Rogues' Gallery picks up the win and sends a message to their opponents at Winter Wrestleland, the Duos Champions, Lights Out.

Napier: A message penned with carnage.

*The referee tries to raise Superunknown's hand, but Superunknown shoots a dirty look at him when he grabs his wrist.*

Steve Cotton: And the winners are… ROGUES' GALLERY!!!

*Superunknown shakes the referee off while JTW climbs to the second turnbuckle and taunts at the crowd as the shot cuts to the backstage area. *

*After the match the camera cuts to the back where we see Shaun Hart speaking on the phone as he paces with a smirk on his face. *

Shaun Hart: Yeah everything is going smooth so far and I’m going to keep it that way.

*Shaun listens for a moment as he nods his head.*

Shaun Hart: Yeah I got you taken care of already , you just make sure you are here on time. The rebirth of The Mecca starts with you and Jmont! Thunder Pro Wrestling has no idea what we are about to unleash on them.

*Suddenly the number one contender to Jmont's American Championship walks into the frame with a smile on his face, Shaun just looks at him with a look of disgust as he talks back into the phone. *

Shaun Hart: Well almost everyone has no idea, let me call you back, I have an old friend to catch up with.

*Shaun ends the call as he looks at Stone with a smirk.*

Shaun Hart: A blast from the past right Stone?

*Stone stares at Shaun for a moment that lasts long enough to become uncomfortable but then reaches out to shake his hand. Shaun reluctantly returns the handshake. *

MMS: Shaun Hart. I had a sneaking suspicion that I hadn't seen the last of you. How you doing, pal?

Shaun Hart: Just enjoying my new accommodations here in Thunder Pro Wrestling. I think I'm going to like it here.

*Shaun shoots Stone a cocky smile.*

MMS: Glad to see you're having a good time.

*Stone quietly laughs to himself.*

Shaun Hart: What's so funny?

*Stone laughs even more but then stops himself.*

MMS: Finding it humorous that we're able to stand here and exchange pleasantries when just earlier this year I was on a mission to end you.

*Shaun's smile goes away and Stone laughs even more.*

MMS: Can you believe that I would just sit there and plot how I could SLAM your head into the ground and then laugh at the thought of you in a neck brace?

*Shaun Hart is now scowling at Stone, looking like he wants to strike him at any moment.*

MMS: Or even a wheelchair after I put your leg between a chair and SNAPPED it down with a jump off the top rope.

Shaun Hart: Are you threatening me, Max?

*Stone laughs again.*

MMS: No, no, no. I'm over those little revenge fantasies. You're not such a bad guy, Shaun… right?

*Shaun goes to speak but Stone cuts him off.*

MMS: Great to see ya again, pal.

*Stone walks out of the scene and Shaun pulls out his cell phone again. *

Shaun Hart: Let's knock this guy down a peg

*As Hart puts his phone to his ear the shot fades back to the ring. *

Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is schedule for one fall!

*Thundermaniacs: ONE FALL! *

Steve Cotton: With a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring, a wrestler hand-picked by Mike Zybala for this match… From the backyards of Outsiders Wrestling…. Soot Losem!

*The crowd gives a mix reaction, not knowing what to make of this wrestler dressed like Ash Ketchum, making his debut in TPW… But in the background, you can hear some faint “Outsiders! Outsiders!’ chants… Clearly, there are some yardies in attendance tonight. *

Steve Cotton: And his opponent…

*The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed.*

Steve Cotton: Making his return to TPW, from Los Angeles, California… “The Man with Venom in His Veins” Xavier Lux!

*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 stands there sporting his newest black and green gear, which includes a black 7 Wrestling Sins T-shirt. He looks around at the crowd who give him a mix reaction, still not knowing what to make of him. He makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he hops on the apron, wiping his boots, showing respect to the canvas where he is about to practice his craft. He then gets inside and makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle, and again just looks around at the crowd who still has mixed feelings about him. He takes off his t-shirt and acknowledges a fan here and there before picking one whom he tosses the t-shirt too. Well, that mark is now a fan, so maybe Xavier is not that bad after all? The fan celebrates but fights off other fans who try to snatch the shirt away. He hops down as his music fades; the ref checks him and then gets ready for the match to start. *

Markson: Xavier Lux is ready to make his return against Soot Losem who unfortunately, I do not know anything about. You Napier?

Napier: Well, according to my notes he is a great, um, Pokemon Trainer.

Markson: I’m sorry I asked.

*The bell rings and Soot yells out “For Zybala!” before throwing a rounded object at Xavier Lux, which he promptly ducks. *

Markson: Did he, did he just throw a pokeball at Lux?

Napier: Gotta catch’em all I guess… ugh, I hate myself for saying that.

*Xavier Lux looks around confused, wondering what the hell that was about as referee Dizzy Dan is all over Soot’s face about illegal objects. Soot shoves him out of the way though, and rushes at Xavier who is still trying to figure out what that round object is on the outside. Soot jumps on his back, applying a sleeper hold on Lux who stumbles around a bit before reaching back, grabbing Soot and pulling him off him, slamming him hard to the mat. Soot stumbles to his feet and swings wildly at Lux who ducks the attempt, then spins him around, lifts him up with a side suplex before dropping him with a lumbar check! *

Markson: Lux with The Antidote! This match might be all over Napier!

Napier: I guess this is the end of Victory Road for Soot! *smacks forehead* What is wrong with me?!

*Xavier grabs Soot’s hat and puts it on backwards as he makes the pin. *

1!

2!!

3!!!

*The bell rings. *

Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… “Venom” Xavier Lux!

*Dizzy Dan raises Xavier’s arm in victory as Xavier looks down at Soot and shakes his head, smirking. *

Markson: Well, I don’t know what Mike Zybala was thinking sending Soot Losem to take on Lux, but he just helped him pad his winning record.

Napier: Exactly what Mike Zybala is thinking. Xavier is now 2-0 since his return thanks to Mike Zybala. He should send him, like, a fruit basket or something.

Markson: Yeah, filled with different type of berries right?

Napier: Yea, Razz, Nanab, Pinap, WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?

*Lux is about to leave but then notices the pokeball from the corner of his eye. He goes over and picks it up. He grins as he throws the ball at Soot, mocking him a little. Lux's grin turns to a look of shock as the ball opens and sucks in Soot! *

Markson: I’m, what just happened? Did Xavier just “catch” Soot?

Napier: Man, I don’t know… ever since we time traveled, it seems Terry Marshall opened pandora’s box and crazy stuff be happening. Let’s just go to commercial.

*Xavier carefully grabs the ball after it finishes shaking. He looks at it, tries to give it to Dazzy Dan but he wants no part of it and leaves the ring. Xavier shrugs and takes it with him as he leaves the ring. *

*The scene returns from commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *

Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next duos match is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit… Introducing first, the duo already in the ring…. The Putties!

*The crowd doesn’t know quite what to make from the duo that hails from “the dirt”. Thankfully "Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and the crowd’s attention is redirected towards the front where the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. *

Steve Cotton: and their opponents, at a combined weight of 400 pounds, from a place that is absolutely NOT Mexico…. Here are your 2023 S.E.X. Cup Winners: Hector and Victor, The Malvado Brothers!

*The lolo comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. After, The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Vanessa Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp. Once together, they make their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring and joining the commentating team. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Vanessa simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish. They then hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match.*

Markson: Paco! What a surprise! Thank you for joining us!

Paco: Thank you guys, you know, I used to do this back in the day for the ICWF. It’s been a long time. Either of you got a beer?

Markson: Um, nope, no drinking on the job for us unfortunately.

Napier: Something I think is a travesty by the way Paco, I’m sure you agree.

Paco: 100%! If you can’t drink on the job, where can you drink?!

Markson: Anywhere else? Anyway, the former Duos Champions back in action, after defeating Rouge’s Gallery at Night of the Living Dead.

Paco: Yup, and you would think that win would be enough to get my sons back in the title picture, but noooo! Instead, they get the Duos title shot. What up with that?

Napier: Definitely doesn’t seem fair to me.

Markson: Well, they did beat one half of Lights Out to earn the shot, but never the less, this match is set to begin.

*Villano 16, whom many believe is a cousin or uncle of The Malvados, calls for the bell and one of The Malvados, let’s say Victor, starts the match vs. one of the Putties, let’s say Putty 1. They lock up in the middle of the ring and Victor pushes Putty 1 off and then looks at his hands, arms, and chest, and finds himself full of mud. Victor looks at Hector who shakes his head disapprovingly. Victor goes to tag him in, but Hector says “OH HELL NO!” and jumps off the apron. Victor says something to him in Spanish and Putty 1 takes the opportunity to roll up Victor from behind for the pin! *

1!

*Kick out by Victor!*

Markson: Looks like Hector doesn’t want to get his hands dirty, literally, and Putty 1 nearly made them paid there.

Napier: Surprising to see Hector risking a loss just because of a few mud stains.

Paco: Do you guys not smell that? It’s not just the mud, these guys stink!

*Victor stands up angry, turns to face Putty 1 and runs him over with a clothesline. Victor turns towards Hector and yells at him and Hector looks towards his dad who tells him to get his butt in there. Hector then looks at Vanessa who tells him the same thing. Hector hangs his head and then reluctantly jumps on the apron. Victor picks up Putty 1 and whips him towards The Malvado corner. Victor then runs towards Putty 2 and catches him by surprise, nailing him with a drop kick. Victor now makes his way to his corner where Hector is choking Putty 1, and tags him in. Once together, they whip him towards the ropes, Putty 1 bounces off and The Malvados catch him and drop him with Dos Equis (XX), a tandem Spanish fly. Victor now quickly stands up, runs towards the ropes, dives through them and nails Putty 2 with a suicide dive! Putty 2 is down, and Victor rolls out of the way while Hector, who had climbed to the top turnbuckle, comes off with a shooting star press right on Putty 2! *

Markson: Tequila shots by The Brothers who are en fuego!

Napier: Ah yes, everyone speaks Spanish when there are Latino wrestlers in action. Can you believe this guero Paco?

Paco: *rolls his eyes* Story of my life gringo.

*Both Malvado brothers get inside and see Putty 1 charging at them, hoping to take them down with a double clothesline, but both duck, rolling through the attempt. Putty 1 puts on the breaks and turns to face The Malvados who kip up and then give him a double kick to the mid-section before hooking him and delivering a tandem brainbuster they call Rompe Cabeza! Usually this is the set up for their finisher but Hector, we assume, doesn’t even bother and makes the pin instead, but turning his head away as he can’t stand the smell. *

1!

2!!

3!!

*The bell rings and Hector gets off Putty 1 quickly. *

Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… The Malvado Brothers!

*Villano 16 raises their arms in victory and the brothers look at each other, looking like they were just involved in a mud pit match. *

Markson: Well The Malvados making quick work of The Putties here on Fury.

Napier: Of course they did, have some respect for the former Duos Champions. Am I right Paco? High five?!

Paco: Yeah… no…

*One of The Malvados asks for a mic, and he gets one handed to him promptly. Their music dies down and Hector, we assume, speaks. *

Victor: Is this the best TPW has to offer? A couple of X-Men rejects at the pay-per-view and now these… mud people? We know you don’t want us taking our duos championships back that quickly, but come on TPW, you have to do better than that… My brother and I are still hungry.

Hector: Mucho hungry.

Victor: So despite you deciding not to book us next week, we’re still going to show up and take a bite out of someone… or some-‘ones’ we have been wanting to take a bite out of for a long time…

Hector: Si, mucho bite, or nibble, lick, suck, any-

Victor: Dude, no…

Hector: My bad…

Victor: Mucho bad. Anyway, we will see you two next week!

*The Malvados drop the mic and Victor begins to argue with Hector, after what he just said. Paco yells at them from ringside to get their butts out there. They do and once outside, they try to hug Vanessa who runs away, telling them they smell funky. *

Markson: Wow, who do you think The Malvados mean when they say they are going to take the bite out of someone next show?

Napier: Not someone, but people… I don’t know who they mean, but if I’m the TPW roster, I would be in high alert. The last thing you want is the S.E.X. Cup winners coming after you.

Markson: Speaking of coming after the top dogs, up next we have Eavan Maloney, who is always aiming at the top, unless she is at the top.

Napier: Yeah, but now she has to pull the dead weight of Khloe Cox.

Markson: I would never call Khloe Cox dead weight.

Napier: Well, it's becuase you're a simp for her.

Markson: WOULD YOU STOP!?!

Napier: Would you stop?

Markson: Let's go to the ring, Magic Mike Jones is already there.

*The shot returns to Steve Cotton and "Magic" Mike Jones dancing in his corner as All Eyez on Me by 2Pac plays.*

Steve Cotton: The following match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. “Magic” Mike Jones.

*Jones gets a polite cheer from the crowd, a couple of women swooning over his dance moves.*

Steve Cotton: And his opponent, from New Egypt, New Jersey, she is the STEAMPUNK WARRIOR… Eavan Maloney!

*As 5FDP’s This Is My War starts, strobe lights flash all over the arena before Eavan Maloney walks out in her steampunk-inspired gear, a Knox Sux t-shirt, sporting goggles and two hand cannons that shoot off red and black confetti. Eavan drops the cannons and goes back and forth along the ramp slapping hands with the fans before removing her goggles and placing them on the head of a young girl before touching foreheads with them. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners and raises her right arm in each corner, before leaping backwards off the last corner and paces around as she awaits the opening bell.

As the bell sounds, Jones starts to do his dance again, suggestively towards Eavan. Eavan plays along for a solid minute, even clapping along to it to really get Jones into the groove, before dropping Jones with a Sykobitty Stunner. Eavan starts doing a suggestive dance of her own, obviously mocking Jones. Jones shoves Eavan into the ropes, Eavan rolls off of Jones’ back, hooks his neck and locks in Tap Or Die! Jones tries to fight out of it using his height advantage, but Eavan shuts that down by falling backwards, driving Jones head into the mat. Jones has no choice but to tap out. *

Steve Cotton: The winner of this match… Eavan Maloney!

Markson: Another quick finish.

Napier: That's what she said.

Markson: *Sigh* Folks, I apologize for my commentary partner tonight. We will be right back after this commercial break, please come back, don't like Nick run you off.

*The scene returns from the commercial break to the ring where Sal Badman is already in the ring as Pan’s entrance music hits, drawing a sizable pop from the crowd.

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. 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, the match to start. *

Markson: This one is sure to be a contrast in styles.

Napier: Yeah, regular Joe versus creepy weird kid.

Markson: Well the fans seem to have taken to Pan thus far.

Napier: They’re creepy too.

*Sal Badman wastes little time, going for a grapple on the smaller competitor as soon as the bell rings. Pan skirts under the lock up and hits a basement dropkick to Sal’s right knee. Sal stumbles which gives Pan ample time to land another dropkick to his chin! Sal goes down and Pan goes for a quick rollup! *

1…

2….

NO!

Markson: Sal may be…erm…”enhancement talent” but I don’t think even he is going to go down that easy.

*Sal pushes Pan off of him and they both get to their feet. Sal grapples Pan again, punishing him into the corner before landing a sick chop across Pan’s chest! The fans “ooooh” as they hear that one. Sal goes for another chop but Sal gets blocked and headbutted by the scrappy Pan for his efforts. Pan floats around Sal, nailing him with a series of roundhouse kicks before Sal he finally able to push him away. But Pan rolls up to his feet….and right into a huge lariat by Sal! Sal goes for the cover! *

Napier: Oh my God this little freak is gonna lose to Sal and I am HERE FOR IT!

1….

2…

NOPE! Pan kicks out.

*But he definitely seems a little rocked by the lariat. Sal grabs Pan by the hair and flings him into the corner again. He goes for a running splash and hits Pan with it. Then, pulling Pan out of the corner he goes to the well for a gut wrench suplex. But Pan blocks with his foot. Sal tries again, and again Pan blocks. Finally abandoning the tactic, Sal just clubs Pan from behind. Pan stumbles towards the ropes and Sal builds up a head of steam to charge Pan, but Pan pulls down the ropes and Sal tumbles to the outside! Pan points to the turnbuckle! *

Markson: Pan looking like he’s headed for the “high rent district”.

Napier: Or the “crash and burn” district!

*Pan does indeed climb to the top turnbuckle and he launches himself off it just as Sal gets up, hitting a big time cross body block on Sal that levels them both! But eventually, Pan is to his feet first and he grabs Sal and tosses him back into the ring. Pan rolls under and both men get vertical. Sal goes for a haymaker on Pan. But Pan ducks and rocks Sal with an uppercut to the jaw, followed by a spinning heel kick to the jaw again! Sal crashes and Pan covers him! *

1….

2….

3….NO! Just barely a kickout.

Markson: Sal is fighting like he wants a raise here tonight!

*Pan gets up and measures Sal. Sal gets up, looking a bit woozy. Pan then chop blocks him from behind. Sal drops to his knees, and Pan levels him with a sick side kick to Sal’s skull! Sal slumps over! Pan covers! *

1….

2….

3!!

Steve Cotton: Here is your winner... PAN!!

Napier: It’s too damn bad that Sal didn’t have more juice in the tank here tonight. I would have loved to see Pan eat a loss. I guess there’s always next time.

Markson: And with Winter Wrestleland right around the corner, one wonders if Pan’s “next time” is going to be live on pay per view.

Napier: I'm not quite sure, but I have to admit the future is bright for that little creep.

Markson: Speaking of bright futures, we have our Prestige Champion up next.

Napier: Her future is as bright as her mind, so a flashlight with dying batteries.

Markson: Say that to her face.

Napier: No way, I'm brighter than that.

*The shot cuts to Jimmy “The” King already in the ring. *

Steve Cotton: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from the Trailer Court, weighing in at 260 pounds, Jimmy “The” King!

*Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next. *

Steve Cotton: And from Paradise Valley, Arizona… she is the Thunder Pro Prestige Champion…. ANDREA HERNANDEZ!

*The bell sounds and Jimmy goes right for Andrea with a knee to the gut and a quick snap suplex. The crowd is taken a bit aback by this as Andrea gets back to her feet. Jimmy knees her in the gut for a second time and then tries to drop the Prestige Champion with a gut buster, but Andrea is able to grab the top rope to block this as Jimmy falls back onto the mat. Jimmy gets up quickly, but Andrea is able to stun him with a Pele kick that sends him right into the corner. Jimmy lies in the corner face down and then Andrea comes running at him, nailing him with a double knee to the lower back. Jimmy comes out of the corner and turns around, only to be on the receiving end of a Busaiku knee kick right in the side of the head. Jimmy collapses to the mat, but Andrea isn’t anywhere near done with him. She drags him up to a vertical base before she knees him in the gut and drops him with a springboard variation of the sitout facebuster. Andrea is starting to feel it as she gets back up. She drags Jimmy back up to a vertical base before she follows up with a standing hurricanrana. This sends Jimmy bouncing off of the ropes and Andrea responds with the Phoenix Backbreaker. The tilt-o-whirl backbreaker has Jimmy writhing in pain and holding onto his lower back and before he knows it, Andrea has already climbed to the top rope. She manages to leap off of it and then drill Jimmy with the Rise of the Phoenix. The crowd pops, knowing that this one is basically over. Andrea stays on Jimmy for the pin… *

1….

2….

3!

Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… .the Thunder Pro Prestige Champion… Andrea Hernandez!!!!

*Andrea stands up and she’s smiling as she gets her hand raised, but she’s not smiling for too long as she requests the microphone from Steve. She takes it from him and wastes no time getting something off of her chest. *

Andrea Hernandez: Leah Aguero…

The girl wants to talk about asserting dominance, am I right? I’d say… that’s EXACTLY what I did. Now, I know that I don’t have friends in high places like she does around here and she’s an impressive in ring competitor there is no doubt about that. But if she thinks that I’m just going to lie down and die, if she thinks that I’m going to be just another victim of the Cabal, then she’s dead wrong! It must be nice to have Alexander Marshall in your back pocket so you can get an instant title shot without actually having to earn it in the ring, right? I didn’t have that luxury. I had to earn this title shot to begin with. I went through a number one contender’s match. I defeated CJ O’Donnell in a match that was absolutely up his alley. You can be as violent as you want to be, Leah. You can try to put me through hell. But let me tell you something about “hell”. I’ve been there. I’ve been through the fire. I’ve been through the torture. I’ve been beaten. I’ve been emotionally scarred constantly over my career. Over the years, I’ve developed a list a mile long of people that have scarred me and made every effort that they could to ruin me. Chaos? It doesn’t scare me. Violence? It doesn’t scare me. You can bruise me. You can abuse me. You can say whatever you want. You can torture me. Hell, you can even bleed me. But you’re NEVER breaking me… BITCH!

*Andrea slams the microphone down and takes her championship from the referee. Her determination in her eyes shows that she’s not going to back down from her convictions at all. She soaks in some heavy cheers from the crowd before she makes her exit from the ring and walks up the ramp and the scene fades to a commercial break. *

*The scene returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at a combined 449lbs, the team of Cole “The Dude” Dominguez and “Smooth” Sammy G… THE PARTY BROS!

*The Bros play up to the crowd a little - gyrating and grinning in the face of a wave of boos from around the arena. But they’re not who the crowd are here to see. And as the fog curls up around the stage, and the boos give way to a roar of cheers, the real attractions start to arrive. *

Steve Cotton: Both hailing from the UK, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 255lbs, the current Duos Champions, Alessia Angelo and the 2023 Bohemian Bash winner Ava Arthur… LIIIIIIGHHHTS OUT!

*Alessia and Ava take the stage in a swell of golden light, belts slung over their shoulders. Ava emerges from the fog first, roaring, arms wide, embracing the love of the crowd, a few bruises from her beatdown at Superunknown’s hands, but looking like it’s fired her up with something to prove. And following this rush of furious energy… a slow, steady Alessia, her eyes fixed on the ring. Likewise, as Ava paces down, Alessia is a couple of steps behind. And likewise again, no discussion as to who’s going to start - Ava just drops the belt, slides in and pops up immediately into a fighter’s stance, arms up, guarding, as Alessia hands their belts over to the ref and steps up to take position on the apron.

The bell rings out, a moment of quiet from the crowd, the Party Bros confer. Ava grins wide and beckons them on. Finally, Sammy G hops over the ropes and charges towards her. She waits, one second, two seconds, he’s halfway across the ring… then all of a sudden, a burst of energy, counter-charges, locks her elbow, VICIOUS clothesline! Smashing into Sammy’s neck, flipping him around her arm and hard down onto the mat, but she doesn’t stop, keeps running, drops the shoulder, Cole Dominguez’s eyes widen… and with a picture-perfect charge, and a roar from the crowd, smashes into his gut between the ropes and knocks him off the apron and to the floor! *

Markson: AVA ARTHUR CLEANING HOUSE! Sammy G turned inside-out by a vicious forearm.

Napier: TPW needs to test that girl for steroids. It’s not natural.

*Ava pops up and throws a fist into the air, the nods at Alessia, who simply slips down off the apron and begins to circle the ring. A groggy Sammy is getting to his feet behind Ava… nope! Thesz Press and he’s down, under a hail of punches raining down on his head. He pushes up, eventually, under the barrage, rolls Ava off him and staggers to his feet. Outside the ring, Alessia’s reached Cole, who’s grabbing at his arm - he looks hurt. She sticks her boot against his ribs, rolls him over onto his front, kneels behind him, examines him cooly for a second… then snaps onto him and locks in a sleeper!

In the ring, Ava is staring down Sammy, a huge grin on her face, almost shark-like. He watches her warily, takes a step forward… she just raises her fist, and to a huge laugh from the crowd Sammy scampers away. She walks - not even running, just pacing - after him, as he looks for the tag… only to see his partner scrabbling desperately against Alessia’s arms as she wrenches in the choke. He turns around again, Ava’s bearing down on him… no way back, no way forward, he chooses up. Slips between the ropes, climbs up the turnbuckle, perches on the top, and Ava stops. Emboldened, Sammy rises to his feet, wobbling a little. Preparing for a dive, he stretches his arms out wide, but Ava’s still not moving. She just stands, and watches, and smiles. He looks like he’s having second thoughts, turns to look behind him… but outside of the ring, his partner slumps, out cold. Alessia holds it for just a couple more seconds, then drops him, and rises to her feet. Rock and a hard place, Sammy G, nowhere to turn. With a deep breath, he turns back and launches into a frog splash… *

Napier: What is Arthur doing? Is she just gonna-

Markson: WAIT-

*Ava watches him curve through the air, takes a tiny step back, then- NO! HUGE forearm smash right to the jaw as he falls! Sammy somehow seems to crumple in mid-air, and smacks into the mat nearly head-first. He doesn’t even know what state he’s in anymore. Ava smiles and turns to beckon Alessia in, who should be climbing through the ropes just about now…

Alessia? *

Napier: Looks like a breakdown in communication here. I knew these two wouldn’t last.

Markson: Angelo looks like she’s seen a ghost!

*Her head is turned, and she’s staring into the crowd. Two rows back, to the right, watching on And as the camera pans over to follow her gaze… a flash of red hair, a white t-shirt… Ava’s voice, calling out, and the world comes rushing back in. She shakes her thoughts loose, turns back round, as Ava calls for her again, and steps up into the ring.

Inside, Ava cocks an eyebrow quickly and gives her partner a look, but Alessia brushes it off. She drops to one knee, and with a fistful of Sammy’s hair, lifts his head. His eyes are swimming as he looks up… just in time to see Ava’s boot crash through his skull.

Jawbreaker.

Sammy isn’t moving. Cole’s eyes are closed and his body limp. Ava smiles, drops and covers, as Alessia turns to look out to the crowd again. *

One…

Two…

Three!!!

*The bell rings, a wave of cheers. Alessia’s eyes are still locked on the crowd, until Ava shoves Sammy down and slaps her back in celebration, triggering another huge roar of approval. As a medic scrambles into the ring, the camera cuts away to the announcers.*

Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, the TPW DUOS CHAMPIONS.... LIGHTS OUT!!!

Markson: Statement win from Lights Out ahead of Winter Wrestleland!

Napier: Ava Arthur does it all, again. Jeremy the Wicked and Superunknown are a real team, not like these girls. About time we had proper Duos champs again, I can’t wait!

Markson: Alessia choked out Cole Domniguez with one hold, Nick, she-

Napier: She’s the reason they have to defend at all. You have to wonder if Ava’s asking questions.

Markson: Nick, these two women are childhood friends, you don’t think- wait, what- LOOK OUT-“

*We snap back to the ring just in time as Alessia, distracted, is NAILED from behind with a spear - it’s Jeremy the Wicked! He rolls through and looks to spring to his feet - no! Ava with a kick to his head - but then a huge hand wraps around her neck as Superunknown grabs her for a chokeslam! He lifts her up… no, Alessia grabs his leg, yanks it back, drops him! Jeremy’s on his feet as Ava collapses to the ground, Alessia squares up to him, jawing, he looks to lock her up and lift, she spins through it into a wrist lock, he pushes her off- *

Markson: SOMEONE GET IN THERE! These two teams can’t be controlled!

Napier: Lights Out keep getting ambushed by a smarter pair. They need to learn to watch their backs.

*At last, the medical staff descending on the ring push their way between the two teams - Ava’s being held back by a pair of musclebound physios, Alessia jawing at Jeremy the Wicked, who’s just laughing, Superunknown pushed back into the corner by the referee. They’re forced apart slowly as the camera cuts to a commercial break. *

*The show returns to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *

Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome local Fozzy cover band….FUZZY!!!

*The camera pans to the Terry-tron where a band of what could best be described as burnout dads have set up their discount Guitar Center equipment off to the side. After a countdown from the drummer, they launch into a slightly out of tune cover of Fozzy’s Judas. The lead singer headbangs out of time until the song enters the first verse…

SMACK

When he’s suddenly levelled by a superkick. The fans cheer loudly for the offender, Matt Knox, who now stands by the mic stand. He stares down the rest of the band who stop and put their hands up, eyes wide in fear. Matt plucks the mic from the stand, bringing it to his lips. *

Matt Knox: That song sucks.

*The fans repay the quirk with a laugh as Matt proceeds to an edge of the stage and takes a seat, legs dangling over the side. *

Matt Knox: Go ahead and sit down, Steve. I’m gonna stick up here…How are we doing tonight, folks?

*A small pop as Matt nods before continuing. *

Matt Knox: We’re what, a month away from Winter Wrestleland? Main event Matthew riding solo instead of shoulder to shoulder with everyone else who ever had any love for Terry Marshall into the gaping maw of the Cabal…or whats left of it.

*He lets out a chuckle.*

Matt Knox: Funny how two weeks after it took all of them and OCW part Three’s owner to stop me from humiliating them, they come out here and melt down. I mean, its not surprising that it was from Chris Page bitching about not being the most important person in the room…which, let me make this clear. Camera guy, get real close.

*Matt leans in to speak directly, lowering the mic so only the camera’s picks it up.*

Matt Knox: Keep your superior’s name out of your mouth unless you’re gonna take the booking.

*He shoves the camera back and stretches an arm to the sky, rotating it once before lifting the mic.*

Matt Knox: Suppose I should take some time to acknowledge Terry’s sacrifice, foolish as it was…See I got no huge love persay for Terry Marshall. We respect each other, he knows the business and he’s always shot straight. Qualities you never see in the suits. So of course I fought for him…it just sucks that I couldn’t save him, or his spot in his company. But i’ll damn well avenge him.

*A pop from the fans.*

Matt Knox: Alex, El D, Leah? You don’t matter. You’re just the mouthpiece and the stooges. Anything threatening in the cabal left when Stone made Mac take his ball and go home after Gladiator’s Ball. No, now you’re just the stooges propping up the paper tiger that is Peter Vaughn…

*A chorus of boos from the audience at the International Champ’s name.*

Matt Knox: Peter, everyone is waiting for you to reveal your stipulation. Everyone but me, that is…because I know that no matter what? I’m fighting you, and everything Alex Marshall is willing to do to not have me as the International Champion. He needs you because he knows what you are, just like Page did and will after you stumble and fall into his shadow again.

You’re sniveling little spineless yes man who hasn’t earned a breath of his noteriety off his own merits. You’ve produced more clean toilets than clean wins in your career and, frankly? Its about time we just put a stop to the whole charade…so listen closely, Peter. Because despite all this? I want you to be at your best.

*He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing.*

Matt Knox: Put up a cage, surround the ring with your buddies, bring the blow torch, put a ref shirt on Alex, make it some weird gimmicky match in a broom closet or a mechanic’s shoppe - whichever you are this week - do whatever you need to do because i’m telling you its going to mean dick at the end of the day.

I’m going to hurt you, Peter. I’m going to hurt you for the fans who’re tired of seeing you and hearing your sleep inducing promos. I’m going to hurt you for Terry who put your name in lights only to be repaid with your venomous Poop. And most importantly? I’m going to hurt you because you can’t stop me from doing so.

*The fans cheer wildly for all the violent declarations. Matthew holds the demeanor of a housecat still, pausing only until he thinks he can be heard above them.*

Matt Knox: Now is the Winter of your discontent, Peter Vaughn…there is no coming back from this, there is no outcome where you walk into 2024 with near as many pieces as you walked into 2023 with…the biggest, most glaring piece i’m going to take from you?

MY International Title.

*And with that, he drops the mic from his hand, letting it fall to the side of the stage as he stands. Production plays “Hell Broke Luce” as the fans cheer for Knox who stands on the stage for another moment, finding the camera and running his finger over his throat once before heading to the back. The shot transitions back to the commentary table. *

Markson: Strong words from the number on contender here tonight.

Napier: Maybe Peter Vaughn and Chris Page will reunite over their mutual hatred for Matt Knox and put that old buzzard out to pasture.

Markson: Something tells me Matt Knox is going to give Peter Vaughn all he can handle, but speaking of someone giving Peter Vaughn all he can handle, it is time for our main event.

Steve Cotton: The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit. It is for the TPW International Championship!!

*This gets a loud pop from the crowd in attendance, excited to see what happens in such a major contest for a holiday Fury.*

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger. He stands 6’7” tall and weighs 265 lbs. From Yakima, Washington, here is “The Creator of Chaos” Zoltan!!

*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy.*

Markson: Zolton has had some big-time matches in his career, but this could be one of his best opportunities to make a statement in Thunder Pro Wrestling.

Napier: Oh, I’m sure he’ll make a statement. I just hope he lasts longer than the last guy Vaughn fought. What was that, three seconds?

Markson: That was Sal Badman, Nick. Not exactly someone comparable to a powerful wrestler like Zolton.

Napier: We’ll see.

Steve Cotton: And now, his opponent, standing 5’8” and weighing 185 lbs, from Dallas, Texas, he is the reigning, defending, undisputed TPW International Champion… “The Mechanic” Peter Vaughn!!

*The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.*

"This Time... It's Different."

*After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, a figure appears through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward wearing his dark blue gear, with the TPW International Championship wrapped around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp, surveying the negative reaction from the crowd. From his reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He rolls into the ring, ready for whatever comes next.*

Napier: Here he is, the greatest International Champion of all time!

Markson: There have only been three wrestlers who have held that honor, Nick… and I still disagree with you.

Napier: Really? I mean, Page was good, don’t get me wrong, but…

Markson: I’m talking about the man who should still be International Champion, Larry Tact!!

Napier: … Bottom of the barrel there, Mark. Is Larry out here wrestling a holiday show for the fans? Putting it all on the line when he doesn’t have to?

Markson: He was scheduled to be here tonight, but his flight was delayed!

Napier: I rest my case. Vaughn’s the greatest.

*The bell sounds, as referee Mullet Matthews signals for the competitors to face off. They do, with Vaughn looking cocky and confident, while Zolton just tries to stare through his soul. Mullet lifts the championship into the air, showing it to everyone involved, before walking to the side and handing it off to the timekeeper. Vaughn shrugs his shoulders, wondering what Zolton’s bringing to the table. Zolton immediately grabs at the champion, trying to lock him up, but Vaughn switches around behind him, quickly tugging on Zolton’s tights to pull him backwards into a pinning combination!! Mullet, turning back around, rushes forward to make the count, not noticing that Vaughn has also grabbed hold of the middle rope for additional leverage.

1!!

2!!

TH-and Zolton forcefully kicks out!

Both wrestlers pop up, with Vaughn shamelessly shrugging, saying that it was worth a try to have a quick night. He seems to ask if Zolton understands, but it’s clear that Zolton’s not feeling it, as he lashes out with a standing big boot right to Vaughn’s chest, sending him hard to the mat!! Vaughn pulls himself back up, rubbing at the center of his chest, but Zolton is immediately pummeling him, driving Vaughn back into the corner! Zolton continues the abuse, pounding away on Vaughn, as the crowd pops heavily, clearly being behind Z in this one.*

Markson: Vaughn tried to pull a fast one, and now he’s unleashed the wrath of his opponent!!

Napier: Get him off, ref! Do your job! This is way beyond a five count!!

*Strangely, Mullet seems to be willing to give this match some slack, as he watches Zolton continue to land strikes on Vaughn. The larger wrestler then drags Vaughn out of the corner, lifting him up effortlessly, and quickly driving Vaughn into the canvas with a twisting powerslam!! Zolton stays on top, holding the left leg of Vaughn, as Mullet slides in for the pin attempt.

1!!

2!!

And Vaughn kicks out before the third count can start downwards. Zolton, unperturbed, immediately shifts the two men over, getting Vaughn on top, before locking into a Hell’s Gate style submission, pulling back on Vaughn’s head!! The champion flails frantically, trying to get free, as Zolton works to drain him of all of his energy. The referee is watching closely, as this can be a dangerous submission, and Vaughn proves that by pushing forward, causing Zolton’s shoulders to land on the mat.

1!!

2!!

But Zolton lifts them back up, while keeping his submission locked in! Vaughn, definitely seeming to be in trouble, starts pushing forward with his legs, scooting both wrestlers backwards. Zolton doesn’t realize he needs to counter in time, as Vaughn manages to push Zolton’s head under the bottom rope. Mullet, seeing this, signals for the break, then begins a five count. Zolton finally breaks it at 4 3/4ths, dropping a gasping Vaughn to the side and sitting up to glare at the referee, who’s only doing his job.*

Markson: So far, Zolton’s looking like an unstoppable force out there!

Napier: It’s, uh, it’s early yet, Mark. Vaughn’s going to turn this around, just you wait.

Markson: Will that “turnaround” involve any of the other Cabal members?

Napier: …. Maybe.

*Z is back on his feet now, dragging Vaughn upwards with one arm. He looks out at the crowd, yelling about how Vaughn’s time at the top is over. It’s time for someone far more deserving to be there. Zolton then picks Vaughn up around the throat, lifting him into the air… and Vaughn manages to pull himself free, dropping back to his feet to the side. As Zolton turns, reaching out towards him again, Vaughn latches onto his head and drops with a sitout jawbreaker!! Zolton doesn’t go down, falling back against the ropes, but he’s clearly stunned. Seeing this, Vaughn desperately runs at him, leaping up and wrapping his legs around the head before snapping Zolton down with a hurricanrana!!

The crowd reacts to seeing the big man go down, a few cheering in spite of themselves. Vaughn gets up, taking a few deep breaths, before approaching the already recovering Zolton. The champ goes right past him to the ropes, springing off of them to fly back at Zolton and get a springboard bulldog!! Zolton’s down, stunned, as Vaughn shoves him over to make the cover, demanding that Mullet give him a quick count. If anything, this makes Mullet hesitate before he starts counting.

1!!

2!!

And Zolton kicks out, shoving Vaughn off of him, as Vaughn puts his hangs on his legs, looking suspiciously over at the referee.*

Napier: What is Mullet up to? Why’s he counting so slow?

Markson: That wasn’t slow at all, Nick, that was a perfect count from our senior referee.

Napier: I don’t know, I’m starting to think the fix is in!

Markson: … What fix? The Cabal runs all of that, don’t they?

Napier: Oh yeah…

*Vaughn says a few choice words to Mullet, telling him to remember to do his job, but Mullet just shakes his head, saying he doesn’t need any lectures from the wrestlers. He turns and heads to the turnbuckle, climbing up quickly, as Zolton struggles up to his feet. Seeing Z in the perfect position, Vaughn leaps into the air for a flying body press… and Zolton catches him in mid-air, holding the Mechanic in the air for a few seconds before dropping down with a backbreaker across his knee!! Zolton doesn’t let go, though, as he pops back up, then lands a SECOND backbreaker, before tossing the injured Vaughn to the side!

Zolton pulls himself up, glaring at Vaughn, who is struggling to recover. The champ drags himself up, reaching towards the ropes for support. But Zolton pulls him off the ropes from behind, locking Vaughn into a full nelson submission!! Vaughn’s legs kick uselessly in the air as he tries to get free, but Zolton’s not done. He brings Vaughn up higher, before slamming him down with the Smite!!! Vaughn’s flat on his back, not moving, as Zolton drops on top for the cover, pushing down with all of his weight.

1!!

2!!

THR-and Vaughn is able to shove a shoulder up, staying alive in this one.*

Markson: We almost had a new International Champion!!

Napier: I… yeah, that was too close.

Markson: Starting to get nervous, Nick?

Napier: You aren’t? How are we going to sell to the advertisers that our top champion’s name is Z??? That could be the end of this company!

Markson: Like Vaughn is that much better.

Napier: Take that back, Mark! Vaughn is a very noble name!!!

*The challenger has stayed on the attack so far, as he’s applied an abdomen stretch, working over the champion’s side. Mullet moves in, checking on both men and asking if Vaughn wants to give up. Vaughn, hurting, reaches out with a free arm and grabs at Mullet’s shirt, startling him. Mullet fights to pull himself free, throwing everyone off balance. As the referee falls backwards, landing in a seated position to the side, Zolton lets go for just a half second… and Vaughn uses that time, landing a low blow that staggers Zolton off to the left before he falls to his knees!!

Vaughn pulls himself up, aching, as Mullet tells him off for grabbing him. But Vaughn doesn’t listen, as he quickly heads over to where Zolton’s trying to recover, landing a stiff kick to the side of the head! Zolton slumps over to the mat, stunned, with Vaughn leaning over him, obviously angry now. He leans over Zolton, saying some trash talk, before grabbing Zolton by the head and rubbing his face into the canvas with the Insult To Injury!! Vaughn, smirking, gets himself up, hauling Zolton with him… only for Zolton to ram a shoulder into Vaughn’s gut, sending him reeling!!*

Markson: I don’t think Zolton took that insult well, Nick!

Napier: Hey, ref, throw this one out! That was a low blow!!

Markson: What are you talking about? That was right in the bread-basket of Vaughn!

Napier: … It’s below his chest, so that makes it a low blow, which means it’s a disqualification!

Markson: Even for you, that’s a stretch…

*Zolton slowly pulls himself up, using the ropes, as he turns towards Vaughn with rage in his eyes. Vaughn, though, is ready, pushing himself upright and leaping at Zolton with a dropkick, yelling for him to get the hell out of his ring!! The dropkick hits, with Zolton flipping over the top rope… and landing safely on the apron!! Vaughn, surprised, leaps up for a second dropkick, but Zolton just swats him away! He then drops off the apron to the outside, before reaching through and grabbing hold of Vaughn’s legs, dragging him out of the ring! Vaughn takes a hard bump to the ground off the apron, as Zolton stands over him, still looking furious.

As Mullet starts counting both men out, Zolton grabs hold of Vaughn, who tries to swing at him, only to have his fist caught!! Vaughn looks in disbelief at the grip Zolton has, as the larger man yanks Vaughn towards him, landing a pull in lariat! With Vaughn down, Zolton stomps on him a few times, then hauls the champion up. He whips Vaughn hard into the railing, causing it to shift slightly from the impact, although it still stays up. The fans behind are loving it, but some are also shouting warnings to Zolton. He doesn’t acknowledge the fans, but he still turns and rolls under the ropes for a moment to break the count, before coming back out to continue the assault.*

Markson: Zolton wants to inflict as much damage as possible on Vaughn, although he’s taking a risk, as Vaughn does have the Champ’s Advantage.

Napier: Yeah, and if Mullet proves he can actually count to 10, this one’s over and the championship stays safely with the Cabal!

Markson: I don’t think Mullet will have any problems counting to 10… but I could see him being a little reluctant to allow this match to end that way.

*We can see the referee right near the ropes, watching everything that’s happening as Zolton moves towards a crawling Vaughn. He grabs Vaughn from behind, dragging him backwards… and Vaughn pulls out a steel chair from under the ring!! He turns, swinging it straight at Zolton’s lowered head… and Zolton reacts, catching the chair and yanking it away from Vaughn!! Angrily, he raises it up himself, but the Mullet is shouting at him from the ring, threatening a disqualification. Zolton still hesitates, but finally throws the chair behind him, not wanting to waste this opportunity. Instead, he hauls Vaughn up… and Vaughn goes right to the eyes, raking them with his fingers!!

Zolton stumbles away, blinded, as Mullet shouts out a warning to Vaughn as well. The Mechanic doesn’t give a damn, as he shifts part of the outside mats aside with his foot. As Zolton comes back, trying to blink his vision clear, Vaughn jumps on him and spins around, getting a tilt-a-whirl DDT that lands right at the exposed corner!!! Zolton shudders to the side, knocked senseless, as Vaughn drags himself up. He works to get back to his feet, turning and heading right to the ring, rolling underneath. Mullet looks unsure, but Vaughn just yells at him to count, before sliding back into the corner to rest for a few moments.*

Markson: Zolton’s head collided with concrete there!! What a dirty play!!

Napier: What are you talking about? It was an accident!

Markson: In what world is something like that an ACCIDENT, Nick?!?!

Napier: In this world. Pay attention.

*With the fans booing, not wanting to see this one end this way, Mullet continues his count.

…6!!

…7!!

…8!!

…9!!

At the last second, a bloody Zolton slides under the ropes, breaking the count!! He’s been cut open around his eyebrow, a hard cut, but it doesn’t stop him from starting to get to his feet. But Vaughn immediately is coming in, springing forward to get a handstand headscissors takedown to put Zolton on the canvas! Vaughn then scrambles himself around and jumps on Zolton, applying a Crossface submission!! Zolton struggles against it, trying to keep Vaughn from fully locking it in, but Vaughn’s got all the leverage. Soon, he’s got it connected, with Mullet leaning in to see if Z is going to submit!

For a few seconds, it’s not looking good, as Zolton seems to be fading in the hold. The blood is now running freely from the cut on his head, due to the added pressure being delivered from Vaughn. The referee moves in, checking Zolton’s arm once… it falls. He lifts it again… it falls again. It’s lifted up a third time…

And it falls…

Only to pop right back up into the air, with the hand clutched into a fist!! The crowd roars as Vaughn desperately tries to keep them in place, but he’s at too much of a disadvantage. Zolton shoves both men over, rolling them to the right, and although Vaughn keeps the hold locked in, Zolton’s now close enough to put his foot on the ropes, which causes Mullet to call for the break!! The only problem is… Vaughn isn’t letting go!*

Napier: C’mon, Mullet let them fight!

Markson: He has to break the hold, Nick!! It’s the rules!

Napier: Where in the rulebook does is actually say that, Mark?

Markson: … Probably all over the damn thing, it’s one of the oldest rules in existence!!

*Mullet yells at Vaughn to release the hold, with Vaughn shaking his head, as if daring Mullet to end this one with a disqualification. But Mullet just reaches down, grabbing onto Vaughn’s arm, and yanking him up, causing the break!! Vaughn, incredulous, gets to his feet, yelling at Mullet for putting his hands on the champ, but Mullet, one of Terry Marshall’s longest-running employees, has had enough! He tells Vaughn to back off, because he’s going to keep this match under control! And that’s when “The Stroke” by Billy Squire begins to play, and Alexander Marshall comes out of the back, quickly making his way towards the ring!!*

Napier: Straighten him out, Mr. Marshall!

Markson: There’s no need for Alexander to be out here! This is a great match, we don’t need him!

Napier: He’s here to make sure Mullet keeps this one fair and stops putting his hands on TPW employees, Mark!

*Marshall quickly gets in a heated discussion with Mullet, telling him that he’s supposed to just do his job and not get involved. Mullet, of course, says that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Behind them, Vaughn is shaking his head as he goes over to Zolton, hauling him up. But Zolton reacts on pure instinct, spinning into the Titan Crush roundhouse kick!!! Vaughn falls like a ton of bricks, collapsing to the mat, with Zolton pulling himself on top for the cover. The fans chant along their own count, but that one doesn’t matter, as The Mullet is still busy arguing with Alexander! Frustrated, Zolton gets to his feet and moves slowly over to the duo, yelling at Mullet to do his job.

Not wanting to hear it from another direction, Mullet immediately lets Zolton know what’s going on by pointing back at Marshall, saying that he’s got to deal with this. Zolton nods as if understanding… and then steps past the referee, grabbing Marshall by the sides of his fancy suit!! Marshall, suddenly fearful, raises up his arms towards Z, telling him not to do it, that he will be punished severely if he does anything to the man who runs TPW. Zolton leans in, telling Marshall that he doesn’t care, then yanks Marshall into the ring!! The crowd cheers as Marshall scrambles back, wanting to get away… as a recovered Vaughn comes flying in, locking onto Zolton and spinning him down with the Keyholder!!! The crowd gasps, as Vaughn covers, with Mullet reluctantly dropping for the count.

1!!

2!!

THRE-NO!!! Zolton kicks out!!!*

Napier: It’s over!!

Markson: It’s not over!!

Napier: It’s not over?!?!

Markson: Zolton kicked out of the Keyholder, which isn’t an easy thing to do by any stretch of the imagination!

Napier: Are you SURE he kicked out?

Markson: Positive!

Napier: Damn it!

*Vaughn is in complete shock, sitting back, staring down at Zolton. He is in such denial that he opts to pin Zolton again, this time clutching at Z’s large leg to hold him down. Mullet hits the mat again.

1!!

2!!

THR-and Zolton kicks out again!

Vaughn shakes his head, refusing to believe it. He wants to blame Mullet, but even Vaughn knows that the ref had nothing to do with this one. Mullet gets up, turning back to where Marshall is still sitting in the ring, looking like he just witnessed a sinister miracle. The referee orders Marshall to leave, wanting to keep this one clean. In the meantime, behind them, Vaughn struggles to get Zolton up, wanting to land another Keyholder. He grabs hold of the man… and Zolton shoves Vaughn backwards to keep him from applying the maneuver. That sends Zolton and Vaughn both straight into Mullet’s back, sending them all crashing to a heap as Marshall miraculously is able to roll to the apron, avoiding being involved!*

Markson: My god!!

Napier: We’re going to need another referee. I think that one’s finished for the night.

Markson: The way Mullet hit the mat there, with both men landing on him… I hate to say it, but I think you’re right, Nick!

*As everyone’s down in the ring, Steve Cotton’s voice suddenly rings out.*

Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, 30 minutes left. Thirty minutes!

Markson: What? It’s already been 30 minutes? Time goes by so fast!

Napier: Not nearly fast enough for me.

*Zolton is the first to start getting up, looking over at where The Mullet is basically cradled into a ball, hurting badly from the impact. Zolton leaves the ring attendants to work on getting him out, though, turning his attention back to Vaughn, as the champion is struggling to get up. Zolton reaches for him, grabbing him by the arm, but Vaughn spins, chopping Zolton in his exposed throat! Zolton stumbles back, trying to breathe, as Vaughn recovers. He positions himself to the side, and then runs forward, going for Revenged!! But Zolton catches him, throwing Vaughn down on his own instead!!

With Vaughn writhing in agony on the mat, Zolton leans on the ropes for a minute, clearing his vision of any blood that’s dripped into his eyes. He then moves forward, grabbing Vaughn and yanking the champion to his feet. Zolton wipes a bit of his blood across Vaughn’s own face, before booting him in the gut… and getting him into the air before taking him over with Welcome to the Gates!!!! The crucifix powerbomb shakes the entire ring, as Marshall looks on in absolute shock from the outside. Zolton hangs on, making the cover, as the crowd shouts out another count… but it doesn’t matter, as no referee has shown up yet, keeping this contest from ending!*

Markson: Damn it! This one could be over right now!!

Napier: No way, Vaughn would kick out once he hears someone hitting the mat.

Markson: Did you SEE the impact of Welcome To the Gates, Nick??

Napier: I saw it, I FELT it, but it doesn’t matter because until there’s a count, the title stays in Vaughn’s hands!

Markson: Well, then get ready, because here comes a new referee!!

*The crowd cheers in anticipation as we see referee Bobby “The Beard” Johnson running towards the ring, his long braids of his beard flying out behind him. Marshall moves that direction, as if to intercept him, but he’s too late, as The Beard slides into the ring and immediately ends up next to the two wrestlers, slapping his hand towards the mat.

1!!

2!!

THREE-NO!!!! Vaughn gets his arm up at the last possible instant!!! The crowd lets out a collective gasp, as Zolton falls to his side, shaking his head as The Beard pushes himself up, showing that it was still a two count.*

Markson: That was so close!!! Vaughn never could have kicked out if so much time hadn’t passed!

Napier: …

Markson: I really thought that could be it, but this match continues!

Napier: …

Markson: I think I might have lost Nick too…

Napier: …

*With no other options, Zolton works to get to his feet, the intensity of this long contest definitely showing through. He reaches down, dragging the wounded Vaughn off the mat, knowing that he doesn’t need too much more to put this one away. He locks Vaughn up, setting him in place for a vertical suplex. Vaughn blocks it at first, not wanting to be lifted. But a second attempt allows Zolton to get Vaughn into the air, holding him there for a moment… but Vaughn shifts his weight, throwing Zolton off, and manages to come back down, turning it into a snap DDT variation!! Zolton hits hard from the impact, laying to the side, but Vaughn’s too out of it to cover right away.

He slowly rolls to the side, trying to focus, as Marshall shouts instructions towards The Mechanic from the outside. Vaughn seems to listen, as he pulls himself up and staggers over to the corner. He yanks himself up top, almost losing his balance, before securing himself. He looks over at the downed Zolton, ready to fly with The Plunge! But Zolton suddenly sits up, showing that he’s not done yet! He struggles to get up, using his arms to push himself to his feet… as Vaughn comes flying in at him, smashing into him with a flying double axehandle shot to the head!! Zolton drops to his knees, still stunned, as Vaughn then leaps over him, hitting a short neckbreaker variation on the canvas!! Vaughn then makes the cover, hanging on as tightly as he can…

1!!

2!!

THRE-No!! Zolton kicks free once more, to the absolute frustration of the champ!*

Steve Cotton: There are 20 minutes remaining! Twenty minutes!!

Markson: What a classic this has been, and now we’re coming down to the wire!!

Napier: … 20?

Markson: That’s right, Nick, 20 minutes left! Stay with me, buddy.

Napier: I’m not your buddy, pal.

Markson: And I’m not your pal, friend, but good to have you back with us!

*Vaughn staggers to his feet, saying a few choice words to The Beard, who tells him to save his breath. The Beard then leans over to check on Zolton, making sure he’s still able to continue. Meanwhile, Marshall has moved stealthily to the other side of the ring. He reaches into his side pocket, pulling out what looks like a set of brass knuckles! He pats them in his own hand, as if testing them, before trying to get Vaughn’s attention so that he can pass them on. He raises up his fist, watching The Beard closely as he waves towards the champ… and then suddenly, his arm is grabbed. Surprised, Marshall twists around to see who’s holding him… and comes face-to-face with Matthew “The Raven” Knox!!*

Markson: The #1 contender is here!!

Napier: Why?? He’s not part of this match!

Markson: Neither is Alexander!

Napier: Well, yeah, but he runs this place! What’s Knox’s excuse?

Markson: Knox never needs an excuse, you know that, Nick!

*Knox gives a slow shake of the head to Marshall, who looks deeply concerned at the moment. He tries taking on a calming tone, telling Knox that he doesn’t want to do something that he’ll regret later. It’s the wrong choice of words, as Knox smiles before lifting Marshall up into the air, then taking him out with Into The Void!!! Marshall’s down, as Vaughn finally notices what’s going on outside the ring. He turns and gives a yell, but Knox is already backing up down the aisle, still smirking and telling Vaughn to deal with his own business. Vaughn angrily shakes his head, and then turns around… to get hit by a shoulder tackle from Zolton, sending Vaughn crashing hard into the corner!!

Zolton pulls himself up, with both warriors looking pretty worn out at this point. He moves over towards Vaughn, lifting him partially up onto the turnbuckle, then climbs up with him. After a few additional punches, Zolton climbs up with him, with the crowd getting excited as they know what’s coming. Zolton locks onto the champ, lifting him up into the air… and landing a superplex off the top!! Both men hit hard, with Z wincing badly from the impact. He still didn’t take the worst of it, though, as he rolls over to make the cover…

1!!

2!!

THRE-And Vaughn shoves himself just barely out of the pin!*

Napier: Knox has ruined this match-up! It’s no longer legitimate!

Markson: He didn’t lay a hand on either of the competitors, so give it a rest, Nick!

Napier: How can Vaughn concentrate here at the end with his best friend laying outside the ring??

Markson: “Best friend”?

Napier: Someone help out our boss, for pity’s sake!

*There are a few people checking on Alexander now, even as Zolton hauls Vaughn up to his feet. He lifts Vaughn into the air, wanting another powerbomb, but Vaughn rolls over him, tucking in behind Zolton in order to try for the sunset flip. But Zolton’s too strong, as he blocks the pin attempt and drops down with his knees, pinning Vaughn to the mat instead!

1!!

2!!

THR-And Vaughn gets his legs up, grabbing Zolton by the shoulder and bringing the big man backwards for Vaughn’s own pin attempt!!

1!!

2!!

THR-and Zolton pushes out of it, then twists himself around, trying to hold Vaughn down instead with his shoulders on Vaughn’s legs…

1!!

2!!

THRE-and Vaughn kicks out!!*

Markson: The crowd is biting on every single pin attempt now! What a match!!

Napier: C’mon, timekeeper, your clock is running slow!

Steve Cotton: 10 Minutes Left!! TEN MINUTES!!

Markson: There you go, Nick.

Napier: Damn it, still too much time!

*Both wrestlers have ended up side by side after multiple pin attempts, breathing heavily from the exertions. The Beard moves above them, checking on both, before signaling that the match is continuing. Slowly, Vaughn sits up, holding the back of his head. He looks over at Zolton, who pulls himself upright as well. The two men lock eyes, still in seated positions, focusing on their rival for the night. Vaughn gets up on his knees, crawling a little towards Zolton. He then straightens up and slaps Zolton across the chest with a chop! Zolton, not moved, slashes back with his own hit, and the two men start swinging away at each other from kneeling positions, trying to get the upper hand as the crowd cheers on their willingness to do damage to each other.

They fight to their feet, with Vaughn landing a stiff body blow with an elbow that staggers Zolton. But Z comes right back with a series of MMA shots, suddenly having a burst of adrenaline that brings the crowd to its feet!! Vaughn tries to futilely cover himself up, taking the hits, but this just makes it easier for Zolton to step back and lash out, scoring another Titan Crush roundhouse!!! Vaughn hits the ropes and flops forward, landing on his stomach. Zolton, seeing this, painfully rolls Vaughn over, then makes the cover, as The Beard dives into place.

1!!

2!!

THRE… and The Beard stops counting, pointing out to Zolton that Vaughn has gotten a foot up on the ropes!!*

Markson: I thought that was it!

Napier: Vaughn’s ring awareness saved him! What a champion!!

Markson: I’ll give him credit, for most, that would have been the end of it…

*Looking a little desperate as he knows time is going by quickly, Zolton pushes himself to his feet, dragging Vaughn along with him. He lifts Vaughn up into a fireman’s carry, taking a few steps before launching him off with a Death Valley Driver!! Vaughn hits hard, the wind knocked out of him, as Zolton again rolls over, trying to hold the champion’s shoulders down.

1!!

2!!

THREENO!! Vaughn kicks out! Zolton, not standing for it, immediately covers again, grabbing the legs to lean backwards with…

1!!

2!!

THREENO!!! Again Vaughn finds a way to kick out!! Zolton, frustrated, gets up, grabbing hold of Vaughn and pulling him slowly up off the canvas. He wants this one over, signaling for another Welcome To The Gates!! But Vaughn pulls away at the last second, suddenly snapping off a superkick that lands right on Zolton’s chin!! The big man falls forward, landing on his side, as Vaughn drunkenly staggers to the ropes, jumping upwards. He almost falls, but holds on, leaping into the air and landing a patented flying elbow!! Vaughn manages to stay on top, clinging to Zolton as The Beard makes another attempt…

1!!

2!!

THREENO!! Zolton launches an arm up!!*

Steve Cotton: There are 5 minutes left!! FIVE MINUTES!!

Markson: We are running out of time!

Napier: Put him away, champ! Or just run around the ring for 5 minutes, it’s good cardio!

Markson: Nobody would respect Vaughn if he just ran now…

Napier: Of COURSE we would! It’s a smart strategy! But you’re right, Vaughn is way too proud for that, he wants to pin Z’s shoulders to the canvas!!

*Pulling himself upright, clutching at his hurting arm, Vaughn stares down daggers at the fallen Zolton. He makes his way over to the corner, again pulling himself up, getting to the top of the turnbuckle. With Zolton still laying on his back, Vaughn lines it up, calling for the end. He leaps off for the Plunge, twirling through the air… and Zolton sits up, out of the way, with Vaughn crashing hard on his backside!!! Vaughn bounces in agony, feeling the pain travel up and down his spinal cord, as Zolton struggles to get up. As Vaughn tries to rise as well, Zolton staggers over to him, grabbing hold of Vaughn… and applying The Answer!!! The standing arm triangle submission is locked in, with Vaughn fighting vainly to get free!!

The Beard checks on Vaughn, seeing if he’s going to tap out, but so far, Vaughn is shaking his head, refusing to give up. He’s trying to reach towards the ropes, but Zolton is keeping him closer to the center of the ring, blocking all his attempts to escape!! Vaughn’s struggles begin weakening, as Zolton tries to work the submission as hard as possible, wanting to put his opponent into unconsciousness.*

Steve Cotton: We are down to 3 minutes! THREE MINUTES LEFT!!

Markson: It’s going to be a long 3 minutes for Vaughn as he tries to survive here!

Napier: God, let him make it! Please! Let him make it!

Markson: Wait, what the hell is Marshall doing??

*Alexander Marshall, looking still a bit dazed from taking a big blow from Knox earlier, is up on the apron now. He’s apparently demanding something of The Beard, who turns that way, wanting Marshall to get down. Zolton, seeing it, tosses Vaughn to the side. He takes two steps forward, knocking Marshall off the apron with a running big boot!!! Marshall’s back down, as Zolton works to get his leg back over the top rope. But just as he manages it, Vaughn is behind him, twisting around Zolton and taking him down with a rotating roll-up!!! He hangs on tight, putting his legs up on the ropes, as The Beard begins the count…

1!!

2!!

THREE… or is it? The Beard suddenly stops, leaping up and knocking Vaughn’s legs off the ropes, ending the pin attempt!! Vaughn gets up, extremely annoyed, but in no shape to argue heavily with the new referee. Instead, he moves slightly to the side, as Zolton crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up. As Zolton gets to his feet, Vaughn makes his move, coming in quickly and letting out a wild yell as he takes Zolton down with The Revenged!!! The crowd pops heavily, with more than a few groans heard, as Vaughn drops down onto Zolton, hanging on tightly…

1!!

2!!

THREENO!!! Zolton gets a hand out and grasps the bottom rope, with The Beard seeing it and ending the count!! Vaughn rolls off of Zolton, hiding his face with his hands, as the crowd is losing it.*

Steve Cotton: 2 Minutes Left!! TWO MINUTES!!

Napier: I can’t take much more of this…

Markson: Zolton just survived arguably the move that Vaughn has been most successful with!

Napier: Because he was near the ropes! If the champ wasn’t exhausted, he would have blocked that!

Markson: We’re in the two minute drill! Can anyone survive??

*Vaughn painfully gets up, falling back to one knee before finally getting himself upright. He teeters over to Zolton, who is on his hands and knees. Vaughn quickly jumps over him, grabbing hold to get an Oklahoma roll!! The Beard does his job, checking the shoulders before counting.

1!!

2!!

THREENO!! Zolton escapes again, refusing to stay down! Vaughn gets up, glancing over at the Tron, which now has a display of the countdown. The crowd is on their feet, waiting to see what happens here at the end, as Vaughn moves to the side, waiting for Zolton to get up. As Z rises, Vaughn runs to the ropes, springboarding off of them and flipping around to latch onto Zolton and get a leg sweep!! He makes another cover…

1!!

2!!

THREENO!! He keeps kicking out!! Vaughn lets out an aggrieved shout before rolling over, getting himself up once again. He drags himself towards the ropes, beginning to climb up the turnbuckle once more. He gets to the top, but looks back at the clock once again as the time ticks further down.*

Markson: We’re almost to the final minute!!

Napier: Damnit, Vaughn, just run away!!

*But Vaughn instead sets himself in place, seeing Zolton somehow getting up one more time. Vaughn tenses his legs and leaps off, flying straight at the man… and Zolton catches him in mid-air, then spins him around, landing a thunderous release belly-to-belly suplex!!! Vaughn ends up with his legs tangled up in the corner, laying there, as Zolton pushes up on his arms, working to focus his vision on the man who still stands before him and the glory of being the champion. He begins to pull himself that direction, when Steve Cotton’s voice brings him up short.*

Steve Cotton: We’re down to 1 minute!! ONE MINUTE LEFT!!

Markson: It’s the final countdown!

Napier: I hate that song!

Markson: Zolton’s got 60 seconds to make his dream a reality! Go, Zolton, go!!

*Knowing that everything is on the line, Zolton finds a final surge of adrenaline, getting to his feet. He goes straight at Vaughn, crushing him hard into the corner, then drags him right back out towards the center. He quickly hooks the champion up, then lifts, hitting a double underhook brainbuster that gets the crowd roaring!! With Vaughn down, Z quickly gets on top, hanging on with desperation as he looks right at The Beard’s count…

1!!

2!!

THREENO!!! Vaughn somehow gets out of it on pure instinct, launching a shoulder an inch off the canvas!! Zolton shudders, but gets up, yanking Vaughn up with him. With no remorse, he grabs Vaughn by the throat with both hands, lifting him up high into the air, then landing a sit-out chokeslam, again making the ring shake like an earthquake hit!! He holds onto Vaughn’s legs, keeping his shoulders down…

1!!

2!!

THREENO!!! By the barest of margins, Vaughn manages to kick out!!*

Steve Cotton: THIRTY SECONDS LEFT!!!

Markson: GOOD GRIEF, what is it going to take??

Napier: C’mon, Vaughn, only THIRTY FREAKIN’ SECONDS!!!

Markson: Zolton’s last chance to end this is now!!

*Zolton is already getting up, pulling on Vaughn, who’s almost dead weight at this point. Zolton knows he only has one more chance, as he works to get Vaughn into position for another Welcome To The Gates!! But Vaughn is clutching at his leg, blocking it with everything he’s got left in him! Zolton lands a few heavy forearm shots to Vaughn’s back, trying to soften him up, as the fans chant away the timer on the Tron, seeing the seconds fly by quickly. Zolton manages to pull away, giving Vaughn a knee to the side of the head, staggering him. He then boots Vaughn in the gut, then manages to lift him into position for the Crucifix Powerbomb!! Vaughn fights with all his might to pull free, getting his feet on the ropes behind them to hang on with his toes!! Zolton tries to pull forward, but he struggles, even as The Beard steps in, calling for the break!!

Zolton can’t believe it, wanting to land his move, refusing to listen to the referee. Despite Vaughn’s best efforts, Zolton manages to yank him free, staggering forward and throwing Vaughn forward towards the ground!! Vaughn hits hard, but slides right up to the edge of the ropes on the other side, as Zolton gave it all he had left. Seeing this, Zolton crawls over to make the cover, even as the ref slides into position…

1!!

2!!

And then, before a three count can come down, two things happen at once: Vaughn reaches weakly towards the ropes, trying to grab them… and the buzzer sounds, ending the 60-minute time limit!!! The Beard shakes his head, getting up, as Zolton slumps to the side, utterly exhausted. Both wrestlers stay down, as the crowd is losing it from that exciting ending.*

Steve Cotton: The sixty-minute time limit has run out, making this match officially a DRAW!! With that, still your TPW International Champion… “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!!

*There are some boos from the fans who hate the Cabal, but overall, there are still a lot of cheers, as everyone knows they’ve just seen something very special.*

Markson: An intense finish, but Zolton can’t get the final pin in the end, which means that the Cabal still has the gold! What a main event to give our fans on Black Friday!!!

Napier: … I need a drink… and a smoke… and maybe some medicinal drugs…

Markson: And both Vaughn and Zolton are going to need a lot of rest to recover after the war they had here tonight! Zolton may have come up short, but he also stood toe-to-toe with the International Champion and very nearly took this one! He’s sent a statement to the locker room to watch out, because he could very well be the future of Thunder Pro Wrestling!!

Napier: The future? Maybe… but the present is all about The Cabal!!

Markson: It’s been a fun night, ladies and gentlemen!! We’ll see you at the next Fury!!

*El Diablo Blanco and Leah Aguero are out there now, with Aguero checking on an injured Marshall at ringside while El D helps Vaughn up. The Beard brings over the International Championship, with Vaughn happily taking it and raising it up with a trembling arm. Nearby, Zolton is up in the corner, leaning against it, knowing that he was just a heartbeat away. Vaughn takes a second to look in his direction, and for just a moment, Vaughn gives him what looks like a nod of respect. He then moves out of the ring with El D, with the Cabal heading for the back, while Zolton stays in the ring, with the fans chanting his name. We slowly fade out to the credits.*

Black Friday Night Fury 11/24/23 Results

Post by Greg T.O.M on Nov 24, 2023 16:16:24 GMT -5

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