Friday Night Fury 12/8/23 Results
Dec 8, 2023 15:15:59 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Dec 8, 2023 15:15:59 GMT -5
*The shot opens not even to the FNF logo but to the backstage area where we see The Malvados’ sweet-sweet lowrider arriving at the arena. As Paco parks it, Vanessa and The Malvados get out of it head inside the arena with their papa following shortly after. Once inside, interviewer extraordinaire Bobby Bones stops them, hoping to get the scoop. *
Bones: Malvados! What a surprise!
Hector: Why? We told you we would be here, didn’t we?
*They all nod in agreement. *
Bones: Yes, of course you did. So may we know who you are here to see tonight?
Victor: Viejo, si te decimos a quién es, entonces arruinara la sorpresa! Piensa! No seas pendejo!
*Victor walks away along with Hector. *
Bones: Wait, I’m sorry I don’t speak Spanish. Vanesa, what did he say?
*Vanessa looks Bobby up and down and then scoffs in disgust and walks away as well. *
Bones: Geez, she used to be so nice!
*Paco puts his arm around Bobby and smiles. *
Paco: Don’t worry about it amigo, I will translate what he said for you.
Bones: Oh thank you Paco, what did he say?
Paco: Come closer.
*Bobby leans in. *
Paco: HELL NO! Puto!
*Paco walks away laughing, leaving Bobby there holding his ear and shaking his head as the scene fades to the Friday Night Fury logo. *
Bones: Malvados! What a surprise!
Hector: Why? We told you we would be here, didn’t we?
*They all nod in agreement. *
Bones: Yes, of course you did. So may we know who you are here to see tonight?
Victor: Viejo, si te decimos a quién es, entonces arruinara la sorpresa! Piensa! No seas pendejo!
*Victor walks away along with Hector. *
Bones: Wait, I’m sorry I don’t speak Spanish. Vanesa, what did he say?
*Vanessa looks Bobby up and down and then scoffs in disgust and walks away as well. *
Bones: Geez, she used to be so nice!
*Paco puts his arm around Bobby and smiles. *
Paco: Don’t worry about it amigo, I will translate what he said for you.
Bones: Oh thank you Paco, what did he say?
Paco: Come closer.
*Bobby leans in. *
Paco: HELL NO! Puto!
*Paco walks away laughing, leaving Bobby there holding his ear and shaking his head as the scene fades to the Friday Night Fury logo. *
*The shot fades from the FNF Logo to a scene from the last edition of Friday Night Fury. Peter 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!!
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 as the scene fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
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 as the scene fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out First Ontario Centre, Hamilton crowd of over 18,00. Blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *
SURGEON OF THUGANOMICS WILL CARVE LUX UP
KHLOE COX CALL ME! 867-5309
BECCA CAN TEST MY MANHOOD
LEAH VS ZOLToN, QUEEN VS CREATOR
MMS, OPPONENTS IS AN UNSOLVED MYSTERY
KNOX > VAUGHn, #TACTFACT
*The shot switches from the signs in the crowd to the commentary table where Napier already looks angry and is shaking his head. *
Markson: What’s wrong Nick?
Napier: WHAT’S WRONG!?! That opening video shows what Matt Knox did to Mr. Marshall. Knox should lose his title match and someone in the A/V Department needs to be fired for replaying that.
Markson: A/V Department? This isn’t the nineties Nick, we put millions into production each year here in Thunder Pro, and our production staff is top notch.
Napier: FIRE THEM!
Markson: Ugh, folks, it’s going to be a long night for me tonight. But, there is going to be a lot of amazing action for all your great Thunderamaniacs out there. A HUGE main event tag match between the Cabal’s El Diablo Blanco and International Peter Vaughn taking on the former International champion Larry Tact, and the number one contender Matt Knox.
Napier: After tonight Matt Knox isn’t going to be able to make it to Winter Wrestleland. Speaking of Winter Wrestleland we also have a big contract signing between American Champion JMont and number one contender Maxwell Mason Stone. Then, later tonight we have Maxwell Mason Stone taking on a mystery opponent of JMont’s choice. I mean that could be almost anyone, because EVERYONE LOVES JMONT!
Markson: Actually, almost everyone hates JMont. And speaking of JMont it is time for that aforementioned contract signing.
*Everyone knows right about now is when the camera’s are running to the back, the Titantron will light up with the action in the back parking lot with the paparazzi waiting. And Markson and Napier go back and forth over their opinions.*
Napier: The best part of this night is about to happen in a few moments.
Markson: What are you talking about now?
Napier: I know something you don't know.
Markson: You don't know anything that I don't know.
Napier: I know you're a moron and the best the TPW has to offer is about to be here.
Markson: There you go again. Kissing J Mont’s ass for no reason.
Napier: He has the Money. He has the Power. He has the Respect.
Markson: The Respect of who? Shaun Hart, another guy who is as much of a jackass as J Mont?
Napier: Well, MY SOURCE has told me that the arrival of J Mont tonight is going to be one for the ages.
Markson: What else is new? His EGO is bigger than the Goodyear Blimp that flies over any NFL stadium.
*And with that, the usual is taking place on Friday Night Fury again. The cameras are set up in the back. The Paparazzi has their notepads and cameras ready as well. The Titantron shows an empty back of the arena as the fans are looking on. Everyone knows it's only a matter of time before J Mont shows up. What does J Mont have in store for everyone tonight?*
5 Minutes Go By!!!
*The fat guys with the camera’s are getting tired and hungry. The Paparazzi are about ready to leave. The fans inside the arena are getting restless. Exactly what J Mont loves. Pure chaos and pissed off people. And before you can say Fudge You J Mont, you can hear a sound, but its not a loud motor or an airplane. This cannot be J Mont because it’s not a big impact arrival, or is it? That sound you hear is a few horses coming towards the cameras, but they are not alone. Attached to the horses is a Golden Carriage. Some Danish people are walking around the horses and carriage to make sure everything goes smoothly. You can see the flashes going on, the notes being taken and this arrival is one that was not expected.*
Napier: Yes, the KING has arrived. The American Champion is here.
Markson: What a disgrace to this industry and royalty.
Napier: King Mont, our American Champion.
Markson: King Jackass, soon to be Former American Champion.
*The Danish men on the outside start to direct the horses where to go. And the best part of all of this is that the horses make their way towards the Handicap spot that J Mont has taken over the last few shows at all the venues. Everyone is wondering how much he paid to train the horses to do that. J Mont doesn't care, he is rich. As the Horses take over the handicap spot, the carriage stops. The Danish men walk over to the door and are about to open it up.*
Napier: Those horses are truly smart and loyal.
Markson: More like Brainwashed and jealous of Mr. Ed.
*The Danish Men open the Carriage door and HOLY Poop! You will not believe this unless you witness this first hand. Out steps J Mont wearing his IIW Ice Crown that he won last year, something that Max Stone couldn't do. As usual, J Mont is dressed to a “T”. And right behind him is Shaun Hart, who is also sporting a custom suit. King Mont has arrived in Canada. The reunion of J Mont and Shaun is on and popping. The fans in the arena are Booing as if the Montreal Canadiens just lost another hockey game.*
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!
Napier: The best part of this night is about to happen in a few moments.
Markson: What are you talking about now?
Napier: I know something you don't know.
Markson: You don't know anything that I don't know.
Napier: I know you're a moron and the best the TPW has to offer is about to be here.
Markson: There you go again. Kissing J Mont’s ass for no reason.
Napier: He has the Money. He has the Power. He has the Respect.
Markson: The Respect of who? Shaun Hart, another guy who is as much of a jackass as J Mont?
Napier: Well, MY SOURCE has told me that the arrival of J Mont tonight is going to be one for the ages.
Markson: What else is new? His EGO is bigger than the Goodyear Blimp that flies over any NFL stadium.
*And with that, the usual is taking place on Friday Night Fury again. The cameras are set up in the back. The Paparazzi has their notepads and cameras ready as well. The Titantron shows an empty back of the arena as the fans are looking on. Everyone knows it's only a matter of time before J Mont shows up. What does J Mont have in store for everyone tonight?*
5 Minutes Go By!!!
*The fat guys with the camera’s are getting tired and hungry. The Paparazzi are about ready to leave. The fans inside the arena are getting restless. Exactly what J Mont loves. Pure chaos and pissed off people. And before you can say Fudge You J Mont, you can hear a sound, but its not a loud motor or an airplane. This cannot be J Mont because it’s not a big impact arrival, or is it? That sound you hear is a few horses coming towards the cameras, but they are not alone. Attached to the horses is a Golden Carriage. Some Danish people are walking around the horses and carriage to make sure everything goes smoothly. You can see the flashes going on, the notes being taken and this arrival is one that was not expected.*
Napier: Yes, the KING has arrived. The American Champion is here.
Markson: What a disgrace to this industry and royalty.
Napier: King Mont, our American Champion.
Markson: King Jackass, soon to be Former American Champion.
*The Danish men on the outside start to direct the horses where to go. And the best part of all of this is that the horses make their way towards the Handicap spot that J Mont has taken over the last few shows at all the venues. Everyone is wondering how much he paid to train the horses to do that. J Mont doesn't care, he is rich. As the Horses take over the handicap spot, the carriage stops. The Danish men walk over to the door and are about to open it up.*
Napier: Those horses are truly smart and loyal.
Markson: More like Brainwashed and jealous of Mr. Ed.
*The Danish Men open the Carriage door and HOLY Poop! You will not believe this unless you witness this first hand. Out steps J Mont wearing his IIW Ice Crown that he won last year, something that Max Stone couldn't do. As usual, J Mont is dressed to a “T”. And right behind him is Shaun Hart, who is also sporting a custom suit. King Mont has arrived in Canada. The reunion of J Mont and Shaun is on and popping. The fans in the arena are Booing as if the Montreal Canadiens just lost another hockey game.*
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!
*King Mont, with The American Title over his shoulder, looks over at Shaun Hart, who is carrying a briefcase with him. Seems like business is about to pick up here tonight at The First Ontario Centre.*
Napier: Golden Horse and Carriage. The American Title and a Crown. King Mont has arrived.
Markson: What a phony. I cannot wait til Maxwell Mason Stone finally puts an end to J Mont and all his shenanigans.
*King Mont sees the horses resting in the handicap spot and starts to laugh. Shaun joins him in the laughter as they make their way towards the door that leads inside the arena. Before King Mont enters, he turns around and holds up The American Title and looks into the camera.*
J MONT: The rebirth starts tonight. See you in the ring shortly.
*King Mont swings the door open and steps into the arena. Shaun Hart is right behind him. The camera’s slowly start to follow because they do not want to miss a thing tonight. This contract signing between Max Stone and King Mont has been one of the most talked about things in the industry as of late. The history is there. The Title is on the line. A lot is at stake. As King Mont and Shaun make their way through the arena, they know the cameras are following so why not add to the ratings. King Mont sees a local worker who looks like Chris Page. Fat, old and ugly. The man is stuffing his face with a Donut and before he can take another bite, he is pushed by King Mont onto the table as it breaks. J Mont and Shaun laugh at the man down on the ground with all the donuts. Shaun decides to help the guy up and as he does, the man turns around to see the mess, but the cameras catch the ass of the man covered in red from the jelly donuts he fell on.*
J MONT: HAHA! I thought he reminded me of Chris Page, but that is definitely Max Stone Jr there. That man just had his period. Hopefully Max doesn’t bleed like that during our match. That little bitch.
*King Mont and Shaun keep on strolling after a little pit stop. A few more minutes of walking with some right turns and left turns, you can see security standing near the entrance way. King Mont and Shaun have arrived and are ready to enter the arena. The security is there to make sure nothing happens.*
J MONT: I'm the Mountie. You can try to run, but you can never hide. Cause the Mountie always gets his man!
*King Mont has got the security team wanting to take him out, but Shaun gets a hold of J Mont and whispers something into his ear. J Mont waves his hands towards the security team as his music hits the speakers. “Money, Power and Respect” by DMX and Lox is blaring throughout the arena. The song is getting overtaken by the boos from the fans that paid their hard earned money tonight. As King Mont and Shaun walk up the steps, they make their way on the entrance way.*
Napier: This is great. I love the entrance of King Mont over here. No one does it better.
Markson: Wait til Stone comes out and shuts all of this down.
Napier: When King Mont gets done with Max, he will join the other Danish men outside cleaning up the horse Poop.
Markson: You and Mont are full of Poop.
*King Mont and Shaun make their way down the ramp. The fans give them all they have but they are forgetting that King Mont loves all the negative attention and verbal assaults. Shaun Hart has that smile on his face that you just want to knock off. King Mont sees a sign that says “MMS is NEXT American Champ” and the sign next to it says Vaughn > J Mont. King Mont grabs both signs from the kids, and rips them up and throws them right back into the faces of those poor helpless kids. Shaun is holding King Mont back as the dads of these kids want to get a piece of him. That sinister smile is followed by the middle finger. King Mont and Shaun move a little quicker as they finally get to the metal steps. Shaun is first to enter the ring, followed by King Mont, who holds his crown as he goes through the middle rope. Then King Mont hops up to the second turnbuckle and holds up The American Title High, and takes off the Ice Crown as he bows for the fans.*
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!
Napier: King Mont deserves better. Canada has no respect for the best in the business.
Markson: He is lucky that people aren't charging the ring or throwing chairs at him.
*King Mont is handed a mic and starts to look around the ring that is set up with a long table and a chair at each end. King Mont takes a seat first at the far chair, away from the entrance way.*
J MONT: Head of the table. King of the TPW. The American Champion. I can go on for hours and hours just about how good I am and all the great names I can come up with, but I want to get out of Canada as fast as I can.
*Shaun pats King Mont on the back as he places the briefcase on the floor.*
J MONT: Before Max comes out and says he is gonna do this to me and that, I want to ask everyone here a question. What is so great about Canada? The wait time for doctors is atrocious. Lower Exchange rates for the dollar. The French language sucks as much Mia Malkova does in her sex scenes and that's a lot of sucking. The stores here suck. Flights suck. Visa’s suck. All your hockey teams suck. Go NY RANGERS! The Toronto Raptors are garbage. I can find 5 Moose on the side of the road to beat the Raptors.
*Shaun shows King Mont a message on his phone.*
J MONT: Well, the good news keeps coming. He has arrived and the Mystery is here. Max Stone has no idea what is in store for him. The Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau needs to bow down to King Mont. This is my ring. This is my city. This is my world. Tonight is full of many surprises, but before I let the cat out of the hat, why doesn't Maxwell Mason Stone bring his bitch ass to the ring so we can sign this contract and get this over with. I'm tired of looking at all these broke bitches in attendance that have no respect for royalty.
*The fans show King Mont how they feel after those comments. While the verbal assaults continue, Shawun slams the briefcase on the table and pulls out a contract. Shaun walks the contract over and places it where Maxwell will be seated. King Mont wants to see Max sign it before he does because The Champion does what he wants.*
Napier: King Mont is in the head of Max Stone.
Markson: I'm excited to see Maxwell come out here and lay the law down on J Mont!
*The lights dim and the crowd focuses their attention at the Terry Tron that has just lit up as the lights in the arena dim. A title card appears on the tron*
AUGUST 15, 2023
*The title card is replaced by black and white footage of the final match that took place in Intense International Wrestling where John Cavanagh has grabbed Joe Montuori and hurled him off of the entrance stage. Both men crash down into tables below in super slow motion. The frame freezes on J Mont’s face as he lies in the wreckage in the final moments of the promotion.*
Announcer: IS this it? IS THIS HOW IT ALL ENDS?
*The frame remains frozen and all we can hear is the audio declaring a new IIW World Champion. Fire effects consume the image on the screen and a deep, ominous voice begins to speak*
Voice: This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
*Immediately, the last chorus of the instrumental version of “Change (In The House of Flies)” by Deftones hits the arena and the crowd vocally shows their support for the American Championship #1 contender. From the back walks Maxwell Mason Stone with a solid black hoodie over his ring gear. He approaches the ringside area and grabs a chair and slides into the ring.*
Napier: Get security out here! We have a contract to sign and Max… Maxwell… Whatever his name is has brought a weapon to attack King Mont!
*Shaun Hart quickly gets in Stone’s face and the two exchange words with each other that the ESPN+ censors are quick to place bleeps over. Stone lifts his chair high into the air.*
Markson: Save it for Winter Wrestleland, Maxwell! Don’t sink to their level here tonight.
*With the chair raised high in the air as if he’s going to smack someone upside the head with it, Stone expands the legs and places it 90 degrees away from J Mont and takes a seat. J Mont shoots a patented cocky smile towards MMS and then points to the crown on his head.*
J MONT: Remember this?
MMS: Well it looks like we both planned on a little more memory lane tonight. You with your Ice Crown and me with a little clip of the moment your charade was brought to an end in our former employer. It’s funny… I don’t think people talk about that night nearly enough as they should. The night that everything the both of you stood for came collapsing down.
*J Mont rolls his eyes then looks over at Shaun Hart and they laugh hysterically.*
J MONT: Oh I got clips too! Check this one out. Hey fat ass in the truck, go ahead and earn whatever pocket change this place is paying you and hit my clip!
*The lights dim and the Terry Tron lights up once again with footage of the IIW Ice Crown Rumble from 2022. The crowd in the clip is raining their praises down on Stone and he looks around in admiration but the happy moment ends when J Mont comes from behind and throws him over the top rope. J Mont and Shaun Hart’s laughter continues to get more and more over the top.*
J MONT: I must have watched this nine hundred and ninety nine times already! And each time it’s just as good as it was the first. But there was really nothing like experiencing it live, eh Max?
*The clip rewinds and plays over and over again. It changes speeds and different cartoon sound effects play every time Stone hits the ground.*
J MONT: Remember how cold it was in that building? Remember how the icy air would just go right through your skin and straight into your bones? It must have made crashing down onto the floor below hurt so much more! But I didn’t have to worry about that.
*J Mont smiles and points to the crown of ice atop his head once more.*
Shaun Hart: What a shame!
MMS: Somebody give the Disney store down at the local mall a call and let them know we’ve found the Frozen tiara that’s missing from their inventory. While you’ve got them on the horn, tell them to start making plans for a new Goofy movie because he’s shown up here in Thunder Pro Wrestling and he’s changed his name to Shaun Hart.
*The crowd laughs and Shaun harts claps his hands and looks around at the crowd.*
MMS: Oh who am I kidding? We’ve seen Shaun Hart’s acting and we know his talents were more suited for getting coffee for the leading men instead of being one himself.
*OOOH goes the crowd and this causes Shaun to scowl at Stone.*
MMS: J Mont, I must give you a compliment by telling you that you’re one hell of a ventriloquist. Shaun’s movements are so lifelike and we can’t even tell your lips aren't moving when he talks. Do you have to buy an extra seat for him when you fly or can you store him in the overhead compartment? You’re out here dressed as a king but you missed a golden opportunity to dress him up in a little court jester costume and tell jokes about how he’s been juggling your balls all year.
Napier: I apologize on behalf of Thunder Pro Wrestling for the crass words by this jerk!
*King Mont gets up out of his seat, and adjusts The American Championship over his shoulder and tilts his Ice Crown just a tad to remind Max once again at one of his many failures when it comes to King Mont.*
J MONT: What was that song by Aaliyah Max?
*Max looks at King Mont and has no idea what in the hell he is talking about.*
J MONT: I forgot. You are a moron. Let me fill you in since the only thing you like to fill in are the men at Crews and Tangos. That song by the late and great Aaliyah is called DUST YOURSELF OFF AND TRY AGAIN! But come on Max, how many times are you going to try to stop me? You are about to be tied with the Buffalo Bills for 4 straight losses. Give it up man. There is a better chance of Steven Q Urkel dunking over Lebron James, then you getting the win over me.
URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL!
URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL!
URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL!
Napier: First time I ever heard an Urkel chant inside a wrestling event before.
Markson: I hated Laura all those years for playing with his mind and emotions.
J MONT: You can chant Urkel all you want, but who is your American Champion? *Slight pause by King Mont as the fans continue to heckle.* Oh yeah, DID I DO THAT?
*King Mont and Shaun Hart are cracking up. The fun and games keep going.*
J MONT: I could sit here all night Max, which I may just do since everyone knows I am the MAIN DRAW here in TPW and keep reminding everyone that you will always be in my rearview mirror. If anyone wants to make easy money, all they have to do is call Vegas and place their money on King Mont. It’s worked for millions of people before and it will happen again. Lotto is not the way to go. No one will ever win betting on 999.
*King Mont points over at the contract to Max Stone. King Mont, with his hand in the air, gestures for him to sign his life away.*
J MONT: So quit being a little bitch and sign the contract so we can make our match in Toronto official and you can do what you do best: lose to me AGAIN!
Markson: I think J Mont has really struck a nerve there.
Napier: The truth hurts, doesn't it? If Stone can't handle it maybe he should choose a new profession that doesn't require thick skin!
*Stone slides the contract over and signs his name on the dotted line. Stone throws the pen towards J Mont's head but misses. Shaun Hart produces a new pen and hands to J Mont where he signs his signature.*
Markson: And it's official! December 22nd, 2023! American Championship! Maxwell Mason Stone vs Joe Montuori!
*Stone stands up and points to the crowd. He moves his finger through the air pointing to different parts of the arena where fans begin to raise signs high in the air.*
*Thousands upon thousands of fans hold clock signs high into the air and start to chant "MMS! MMS! MMS!"*
Markson: Would you look at this! It’s a sea of clocks here in the First Ontario Centre.
MMS: Take a look around this arena. Since you’re too dense to understand what this is, let me explain it to you. They’re all showing you that your time is up, Joe Montuori.
*J Mont gets to his feet and flips off the MMS fans and then raises the mic to speak.*
J MONT: It’s funny you thought you were getting the last word here. If all you maple syrup chuggers could direct your attention to the tron…
*From god knows where, Axel Shaw has arrived in TPW and just speared Maxwell Stone to the ground. King Mont and Shaun Hart are laughing their asses off at this.*
Napier: This man always has a plan and I love it. When you think you got King Mont’s number, he is always 2 steps ahead of you. I cannot believe my eyes. Axel Shaw is here in TPW!
Markson: Someone get some help out here. Shaw is not even under contract in TPW. J Mont is breaking all the rules and authority right now.
Napier: Rules and King Mont do not go in the same sentence. King Mont does whatever the hell he wants and tonight, he did just that.
Markson: Max Stone needs to get up and put these guys in their place.
*Too bad for Markson that won't happen. Axel Shaw picks up Max Stone and powerbombs him through the table. Pieces of the table go flying everywhere. Shaun Hart jumps out of the way like he is playing hopscotch. King Mont looks over at the carnage of Max Stone laid out through the table. Picking up the contract,on the floor, King Mont writes something else on it, then throws it on the chest of Max Stone.*
J MONT: You were never going to get the last word Max. But I have 2 things to say to you before WE leave. First, your dumb ass didn't notice the blank space on the contract for the match stipulation. I just filled it in, and we will be competing in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match for MY AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP. You saw what I went through with Junko to win this title, so you have no chance in hell of taking it from me. And Second, your match tonight, i will give you the spoiler. Your mystery opponent is the man that just launched you first class through that table. Yes, you heard it here first.
Maxwell Mason Stone Versus Axel Shaw- TONIGHT!
Napier: This can only mean one thing in my eyes. Is this the rebirth of The Mecca? One of the greatest factions in this industry?
Markson: I cannot believe J Mont outsmarted us all here with this mystery man match right before the big PPV to close out the year.
J MONT: And here is one more spoiler before WE go. I am going to win this match with Max in the crowd. I am going to make sure all your stupid clock sign fans have an up close and personal view of their hero losing. I want them to hear the 1-2-3 right before their eyes. King Mont will stand tall again and the rebirth of The Mecca will just make you want to run away from another promotion AGAIN!
*King Mont stands over Max Stone holding the American Title high up in the air. Shaun Hart and Axel Shaw standing on each side of King Mont. We have just witnessed the rebirth of The Mecca and possibly the end of Max Stone.*
Napier: What a way to kick off Friday Night Fury. We can end the show here now. King Mont is the champ. Axel Shaw debuts and takes out Max Stone. Shaw and Stone tonight. The Mecca is reborn. What else do we need?
Markson: Someone to stop J Mont before he takes down this great company!
Napier: Golden Horse and Carriage. The American Title and a Crown. King Mont has arrived.
Markson: What a phony. I cannot wait til Maxwell Mason Stone finally puts an end to J Mont and all his shenanigans.
*King Mont sees the horses resting in the handicap spot and starts to laugh. Shaun joins him in the laughter as they make their way towards the door that leads inside the arena. Before King Mont enters, he turns around and holds up The American Title and looks into the camera.*
J MONT: The rebirth starts tonight. See you in the ring shortly.
*King Mont swings the door open and steps into the arena. Shaun Hart is right behind him. The camera’s slowly start to follow because they do not want to miss a thing tonight. This contract signing between Max Stone and King Mont has been one of the most talked about things in the industry as of late. The history is there. The Title is on the line. A lot is at stake. As King Mont and Shaun make their way through the arena, they know the cameras are following so why not add to the ratings. King Mont sees a local worker who looks like Chris Page. Fat, old and ugly. The man is stuffing his face with a Donut and before he can take another bite, he is pushed by King Mont onto the table as it breaks. J Mont and Shaun laugh at the man down on the ground with all the donuts. Shaun decides to help the guy up and as he does, the man turns around to see the mess, but the cameras catch the ass of the man covered in red from the jelly donuts he fell on.*
J MONT: HAHA! I thought he reminded me of Chris Page, but that is definitely Max Stone Jr there. That man just had his period. Hopefully Max doesn’t bleed like that during our match. That little bitch.
*King Mont and Shaun keep on strolling after a little pit stop. A few more minutes of walking with some right turns and left turns, you can see security standing near the entrance way. King Mont and Shaun have arrived and are ready to enter the arena. The security is there to make sure nothing happens.*
J MONT: I'm the Mountie. You can try to run, but you can never hide. Cause the Mountie always gets his man!
*King Mont has got the security team wanting to take him out, but Shaun gets a hold of J Mont and whispers something into his ear. J Mont waves his hands towards the security team as his music hits the speakers. “Money, Power and Respect” by DMX and Lox is blaring throughout the arena. The song is getting overtaken by the boos from the fans that paid their hard earned money tonight. As King Mont and Shaun walk up the steps, they make their way on the entrance way.*
Napier: This is great. I love the entrance of King Mont over here. No one does it better.
Markson: Wait til Stone comes out and shuts all of this down.
Napier: When King Mont gets done with Max, he will join the other Danish men outside cleaning up the horse Poop.
Markson: You and Mont are full of Poop.
*King Mont and Shaun make their way down the ramp. The fans give them all they have but they are forgetting that King Mont loves all the negative attention and verbal assaults. Shaun Hart has that smile on his face that you just want to knock off. King Mont sees a sign that says “MMS is NEXT American Champ” and the sign next to it says Vaughn > J Mont. King Mont grabs both signs from the kids, and rips them up and throws them right back into the faces of those poor helpless kids. Shaun is holding King Mont back as the dads of these kids want to get a piece of him. That sinister smile is followed by the middle finger. King Mont and Shaun move a little quicker as they finally get to the metal steps. Shaun is first to enter the ring, followed by King Mont, who holds his crown as he goes through the middle rope. Then King Mont hops up to the second turnbuckle and holds up The American Title High, and takes off the Ice Crown as he bows for the fans.*
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!
Napier: King Mont deserves better. Canada has no respect for the best in the business.
Markson: He is lucky that people aren't charging the ring or throwing chairs at him.
*King Mont is handed a mic and starts to look around the ring that is set up with a long table and a chair at each end. King Mont takes a seat first at the far chair, away from the entrance way.*
J MONT: Head of the table. King of the TPW. The American Champion. I can go on for hours and hours just about how good I am and all the great names I can come up with, but I want to get out of Canada as fast as I can.
*Shaun pats King Mont on the back as he places the briefcase on the floor.*
J MONT: Before Max comes out and says he is gonna do this to me and that, I want to ask everyone here a question. What is so great about Canada? The wait time for doctors is atrocious. Lower Exchange rates for the dollar. The French language sucks as much Mia Malkova does in her sex scenes and that's a lot of sucking. The stores here suck. Flights suck. Visa’s suck. All your hockey teams suck. Go NY RANGERS! The Toronto Raptors are garbage. I can find 5 Moose on the side of the road to beat the Raptors.
*Shaun shows King Mont a message on his phone.*
J MONT: Well, the good news keeps coming. He has arrived and the Mystery is here. Max Stone has no idea what is in store for him. The Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau needs to bow down to King Mont. This is my ring. This is my city. This is my world. Tonight is full of many surprises, but before I let the cat out of the hat, why doesn't Maxwell Mason Stone bring his bitch ass to the ring so we can sign this contract and get this over with. I'm tired of looking at all these broke bitches in attendance that have no respect for royalty.
*The fans show King Mont how they feel after those comments. While the verbal assaults continue, Shawun slams the briefcase on the table and pulls out a contract. Shaun walks the contract over and places it where Maxwell will be seated. King Mont wants to see Max sign it before he does because The Champion does what he wants.*
Napier: King Mont is in the head of Max Stone.
Markson: I'm excited to see Maxwell come out here and lay the law down on J Mont!
*The lights dim and the crowd focuses their attention at the Terry Tron that has just lit up as the lights in the arena dim. A title card appears on the tron*
AUGUST 15, 2023
*The title card is replaced by black and white footage of the final match that took place in Intense International Wrestling where John Cavanagh has grabbed Joe Montuori and hurled him off of the entrance stage. Both men crash down into tables below in super slow motion. The frame freezes on J Mont’s face as he lies in the wreckage in the final moments of the promotion.*
Announcer: IS this it? IS THIS HOW IT ALL ENDS?
*The frame remains frozen and all we can hear is the audio declaring a new IIW World Champion. Fire effects consume the image on the screen and a deep, ominous voice begins to speak*
Voice: This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
*Immediately, the last chorus of the instrumental version of “Change (In The House of Flies)” by Deftones hits the arena and the crowd vocally shows their support for the American Championship #1 contender. From the back walks Maxwell Mason Stone with a solid black hoodie over his ring gear. He approaches the ringside area and grabs a chair and slides into the ring.*
Napier: Get security out here! We have a contract to sign and Max… Maxwell… Whatever his name is has brought a weapon to attack King Mont!
*Shaun Hart quickly gets in Stone’s face and the two exchange words with each other that the ESPN+ censors are quick to place bleeps over. Stone lifts his chair high into the air.*
Markson: Save it for Winter Wrestleland, Maxwell! Don’t sink to their level here tonight.
*With the chair raised high in the air as if he’s going to smack someone upside the head with it, Stone expands the legs and places it 90 degrees away from J Mont and takes a seat. J Mont shoots a patented cocky smile towards MMS and then points to the crown on his head.*
J MONT: Remember this?
MMS: Well it looks like we both planned on a little more memory lane tonight. You with your Ice Crown and me with a little clip of the moment your charade was brought to an end in our former employer. It’s funny… I don’t think people talk about that night nearly enough as they should. The night that everything the both of you stood for came collapsing down.
*J Mont rolls his eyes then looks over at Shaun Hart and they laugh hysterically.*
J MONT: Oh I got clips too! Check this one out. Hey fat ass in the truck, go ahead and earn whatever pocket change this place is paying you and hit my clip!
*The lights dim and the Terry Tron lights up once again with footage of the IIW Ice Crown Rumble from 2022. The crowd in the clip is raining their praises down on Stone and he looks around in admiration but the happy moment ends when J Mont comes from behind and throws him over the top rope. J Mont and Shaun Hart’s laughter continues to get more and more over the top.*
J MONT: I must have watched this nine hundred and ninety nine times already! And each time it’s just as good as it was the first. But there was really nothing like experiencing it live, eh Max?
*The clip rewinds and plays over and over again. It changes speeds and different cartoon sound effects play every time Stone hits the ground.*
J MONT: Remember how cold it was in that building? Remember how the icy air would just go right through your skin and straight into your bones? It must have made crashing down onto the floor below hurt so much more! But I didn’t have to worry about that.
*J Mont smiles and points to the crown of ice atop his head once more.*
Shaun Hart: What a shame!
MMS: Somebody give the Disney store down at the local mall a call and let them know we’ve found the Frozen tiara that’s missing from their inventory. While you’ve got them on the horn, tell them to start making plans for a new Goofy movie because he’s shown up here in Thunder Pro Wrestling and he’s changed his name to Shaun Hart.
*The crowd laughs and Shaun harts claps his hands and looks around at the crowd.*
MMS: Oh who am I kidding? We’ve seen Shaun Hart’s acting and we know his talents were more suited for getting coffee for the leading men instead of being one himself.
*OOOH goes the crowd and this causes Shaun to scowl at Stone.*
MMS: J Mont, I must give you a compliment by telling you that you’re one hell of a ventriloquist. Shaun’s movements are so lifelike and we can’t even tell your lips aren't moving when he talks. Do you have to buy an extra seat for him when you fly or can you store him in the overhead compartment? You’re out here dressed as a king but you missed a golden opportunity to dress him up in a little court jester costume and tell jokes about how he’s been juggling your balls all year.
Napier: I apologize on behalf of Thunder Pro Wrestling for the crass words by this jerk!
*King Mont gets up out of his seat, and adjusts The American Championship over his shoulder and tilts his Ice Crown just a tad to remind Max once again at one of his many failures when it comes to King Mont.*
J MONT: What was that song by Aaliyah Max?
*Max looks at King Mont and has no idea what in the hell he is talking about.*
J MONT: I forgot. You are a moron. Let me fill you in since the only thing you like to fill in are the men at Crews and Tangos. That song by the late and great Aaliyah is called DUST YOURSELF OFF AND TRY AGAIN! But come on Max, how many times are you going to try to stop me? You are about to be tied with the Buffalo Bills for 4 straight losses. Give it up man. There is a better chance of Steven Q Urkel dunking over Lebron James, then you getting the win over me.
URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL!
URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL!
URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL! URKEL!
Napier: First time I ever heard an Urkel chant inside a wrestling event before.
Markson: I hated Laura all those years for playing with his mind and emotions.
J MONT: You can chant Urkel all you want, but who is your American Champion? *Slight pause by King Mont as the fans continue to heckle.* Oh yeah, DID I DO THAT?
*King Mont and Shaun Hart are cracking up. The fun and games keep going.*
J MONT: I could sit here all night Max, which I may just do since everyone knows I am the MAIN DRAW here in TPW and keep reminding everyone that you will always be in my rearview mirror. If anyone wants to make easy money, all they have to do is call Vegas and place their money on King Mont. It’s worked for millions of people before and it will happen again. Lotto is not the way to go. No one will ever win betting on 999.
*King Mont points over at the contract to Max Stone. King Mont, with his hand in the air, gestures for him to sign his life away.*
J MONT: So quit being a little bitch and sign the contract so we can make our match in Toronto official and you can do what you do best: lose to me AGAIN!
Markson: I think J Mont has really struck a nerve there.
Napier: The truth hurts, doesn't it? If Stone can't handle it maybe he should choose a new profession that doesn't require thick skin!
*Stone slides the contract over and signs his name on the dotted line. Stone throws the pen towards J Mont's head but misses. Shaun Hart produces a new pen and hands to J Mont where he signs his signature.*
Markson: And it's official! December 22nd, 2023! American Championship! Maxwell Mason Stone vs Joe Montuori!
*Stone stands up and points to the crowd. He moves his finger through the air pointing to different parts of the arena where fans begin to raise signs high in the air.*
*Thousands upon thousands of fans hold clock signs high into the air and start to chant "MMS! MMS! MMS!"*
Markson: Would you look at this! It’s a sea of clocks here in the First Ontario Centre.
MMS: Take a look around this arena. Since you’re too dense to understand what this is, let me explain it to you. They’re all showing you that your time is up, Joe Montuori.
*J Mont gets to his feet and flips off the MMS fans and then raises the mic to speak.*
J MONT: It’s funny you thought you were getting the last word here. If all you maple syrup chuggers could direct your attention to the tron…
*From god knows where, Axel Shaw has arrived in TPW and just speared Maxwell Stone to the ground. King Mont and Shaun Hart are laughing their asses off at this.*
Napier: This man always has a plan and I love it. When you think you got King Mont’s number, he is always 2 steps ahead of you. I cannot believe my eyes. Axel Shaw is here in TPW!
Markson: Someone get some help out here. Shaw is not even under contract in TPW. J Mont is breaking all the rules and authority right now.
Napier: Rules and King Mont do not go in the same sentence. King Mont does whatever the hell he wants and tonight, he did just that.
Markson: Max Stone needs to get up and put these guys in their place.
*Too bad for Markson that won't happen. Axel Shaw picks up Max Stone and powerbombs him through the table. Pieces of the table go flying everywhere. Shaun Hart jumps out of the way like he is playing hopscotch. King Mont looks over at the carnage of Max Stone laid out through the table. Picking up the contract,on the floor, King Mont writes something else on it, then throws it on the chest of Max Stone.*
J MONT: You were never going to get the last word Max. But I have 2 things to say to you before WE leave. First, your dumb ass didn't notice the blank space on the contract for the match stipulation. I just filled it in, and we will be competing in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match for MY AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP. You saw what I went through with Junko to win this title, so you have no chance in hell of taking it from me. And Second, your match tonight, i will give you the spoiler. Your mystery opponent is the man that just launched you first class through that table. Yes, you heard it here first.
Maxwell Mason Stone Versus Axel Shaw- TONIGHT!
Napier: This can only mean one thing in my eyes. Is this the rebirth of The Mecca? One of the greatest factions in this industry?
Markson: I cannot believe J Mont outsmarted us all here with this mystery man match right before the big PPV to close out the year.
J MONT: And here is one more spoiler before WE go. I am going to win this match with Max in the crowd. I am going to make sure all your stupid clock sign fans have an up close and personal view of their hero losing. I want them to hear the 1-2-3 right before their eyes. King Mont will stand tall again and the rebirth of The Mecca will just make you want to run away from another promotion AGAIN!
*King Mont stands over Max Stone holding the American Title high up in the air. Shaun Hart and Axel Shaw standing on each side of King Mont. We have just witnessed the rebirth of The Mecca and possibly the end of Max Stone.*
Napier: What a way to kick off Friday Night Fury. We can end the show here now. King Mont is the champ. Axel Shaw debuts and takes out Max Stone. Shaw and Stone tonight. The Mecca is reborn. What else do we need?
Markson: Someone to stop J Mont before he takes down this great company!
Napier: There is no stopping JMont, but we do have to stop Fury for a commercial break to pay the bills of this great company.
*The shot returns from the commercial break to John Blade making his way down to the ring to a cheering Hamilton crowd. Blade gets in the ring and grabs the mic as the crowd dies down. *
The Surgeon of Thuganomic| John Blade: Yo Yo Yo Oh ho. [Blade Chants distracts him] Yo.
you forgetting John Blade you got rocks in brain Xavier Lux. but your Wrestle skills was out in '96 you need sport a steel chain Now, now, you and me are not very close friends And Jerome Action Jackson , he needs a Bra that's not a Secret Santa match Xavier that's a menage a two ho's and when you two wrestle they'll be a empty arena the Franchise at Winter Wrestle land is Xavier Lux/ and John Blade Yo, you're not better then me Xavier and Jerome Action Jackson you're not even my equal. I'm like The Terminator 2 you're like legally blond sequel it makes me sick when you two come out here and run your mouth We in the Great White North but you can bite
white south
You can't see me, dawg Yo, you couldn't find two lines to rhyme if your brain had Low jack How am I gonna get out battled by a wannabe Kojak.
The Surgeon of Thuganomic John|Blade: Yo yo yo chill chill chill chill Hey Hey Hey I'm preaching thuganomics on Friday night Fury TPW We're taking over the blue screen John Blade and Xavier you couldn't find a better person but I'm frustrated. We're underrated we got the best show in the world I mean Dog's always calling his manager and Jerome action Jackson and Xavier? He ain't never kissed a girl Hey Hey - but that's okay you pipsqueak
I'm here to save you tonight and my Xavier is longer than a Joe DiMaggio hit streak After the show We cooking out in the Hibachi Drinking full bottles of sake I'm battle rapping with Xavier Lux and Jerome action Jackson ! All censors can't believe me Cause the kids throw up the double horns after seeing me on television Weather you like me or hate me there's no way you can ignore me They don't let me curse on TV I'll have the crowd curse for me you attack me It's like acne I pop you like a zit 'cause when you're untouchable you don't take no.
The Surgeon of Thuganomic John|Blade: I'm that ill Dog with more cork in his bat than Xavier and Jerome action Jackson I'm too ghetto for an merchandise so children can make there own posters. Hamilton, Ontario Canada fans are in the stands throwing up them double hands After the show, To Xavier Lux going to chase some boy bands. and , clam down your man, you got to slow him down He's got those weird posts of 'The backstreet boys and he's falling in love with B-town Xavier and Jerome action Jackson, reconsider. I'm more than you can handle, bro I'll cut your two toned mullet and kick you dead in the camel toe [Lux and Jerome action Jackson checks] you should go back to Wrestling school, this whole match is a waste, man I need to wrestle you two, you're choking yourself with your waist band. I 'm not from Hamilton, but I got the magic stick that means I'm representing your city when I I grab my...
you forgetting John Blade you got rocks in brain Xavier Lux. but your Wrestle skills was out in '96 you need sport a steel chain Now, now, you and me are not very close friends And Jerome Action Jackson , he needs a Bra that's not a Secret Santa match Xavier that's a menage a two ho's and when you two wrestle they'll be a empty arena the Franchise at Winter Wrestle land is Xavier Lux/ and John Blade Yo, you're not better then me Xavier and Jerome Action Jackson you're not even my equal. I'm like The Terminator 2 you're like legally blond sequel it makes me sick when you two come out here and run your mouth We in the Great White North but you can bite
white south
You can't see me, dawg Yo, you couldn't find two lines to rhyme if your brain had Low jack How am I gonna get out battled by a wannabe Kojak.
The Surgeon of Thuganomic John|Blade: Yo yo yo chill chill chill chill Hey Hey Hey I'm preaching thuganomics on Friday night Fury TPW We're taking over the blue screen John Blade and Xavier you couldn't find a better person but I'm frustrated. We're underrated we got the best show in the world I mean Dog's always calling his manager and Jerome action Jackson and Xavier? He ain't never kissed a girl Hey Hey - but that's okay you pipsqueak
I'm here to save you tonight and my Xavier is longer than a Joe DiMaggio hit streak After the show We cooking out in the Hibachi Drinking full bottles of sake I'm battle rapping with Xavier Lux and Jerome action Jackson ! All censors can't believe me Cause the kids throw up the double horns after seeing me on television Weather you like me or hate me there's no way you can ignore me They don't let me curse on TV I'll have the crowd curse for me you attack me It's like acne I pop you like a zit 'cause when you're untouchable you don't take no.
The Surgeon of Thuganomic John|Blade: I'm that ill Dog with more cork in his bat than Xavier and Jerome action Jackson I'm too ghetto for an merchandise so children can make there own posters. Hamilton, Ontario Canada fans are in the stands throwing up them double hands After the show, To Xavier Lux going to chase some boy bands. and , clam down your man, you got to slow him down He's got those weird posts of 'The backstreet boys and he's falling in love with B-town Xavier and Jerome action Jackson, reconsider. I'm more than you can handle, bro I'll cut your two toned mullet and kick you dead in the camel toe [Lux and Jerome action Jackson checks] you should go back to Wrestling school, this whole match is a waste, man I need to wrestle you two, you're choking yourself with your waist band. I 'm not from Hamilton, but I got the magic stick that means I'm representing your city when I I grab my...
*John Blade smiles as the shot switches to Steve Cotton. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following bout is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit…
*The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. 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 mixed reaction, still not knowing what to make of the "Man with Venom in his Veins". *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… Weighing in at 225 pounds and standing at 6’2” tall… “Venom” Xavier Lux!
*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. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, already in the ring from Lowell, Massachusetts… Weighing in at 260 pounds and standing 6’3” tall… “The Surgeon of Thuganomic” John Blade!
*Blade takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.*
Markson: Well here we go Napier, do you think “the doctor” has the medicine to counter the venom?
Napier: No, I do not… Has anyone even checked Blade’s doctorate? Anyone?
*The bell rings and Lindsay Wallace, the ref for this one gets out of the way to let the two men lock up, which they do right away. There is a brief power struggle before John Blade pushes Xavier off to the ropes. Xavier hangs on to the ropes so he doesn’t bounce off and looks at Blade unimpressed, and he in return waves his hand in front of his own face. Xavier mouths something along the lines that he can see him clear as they and then moves in for another lock up. Xavier does better this time around but eventually Blade backs him up to the corner. Ref Wallace tells Blade to break it up and then starts the count, and Blade breaks up the tie up at three. Again Blade taunts Xavier who is not losing his cool yet, but he is clearly not amused. Xavier tells him one more time and Blade laughs but agrees, they go for the lock up but Xavier dodges it and knees Blade stiffly on the gut. Blade doubles over and Xavier is the one that is laughing now, pointing to his head before nailing Blade with a stiff right hand. Xavier now grabs Blade and whips him towards the ropes, no reversal by Blade. Xavier bounces off and Blade lifts him up onto his shoulders and calls for his finisher but Xavier quickly pushes off and then slides to the outside, kicking the guard rail frustrated. *
Markson: Wow Xavier nearly got his attitude adjusted there Napier.
Napier: I can’t believe my eyes, Blade is getting the better of Xavier Lux in the early going!
*Xavier looks towards the ring where Blade is hunch over, looking at him with a smile on his face, telling him he was “this” close to dropping him with his version of the death valley drop. Xavier mouths something at him and then slides back in the ring and is quickly met by Blade who backs him to the ropes and whips him to the opposite side. Xavier bounces off and Blade goes for a back body drop but Xavier stops dead on his tracks and kicks Blade stiffly on his chest! John Blade comes up holding his chest and now Xavier mocks him with his hand in front of his face before bounces himself off the ropes and then delivering a spinning heel kick that takes down Blade. Xavier quickly gets on top of Blade for the pin but the big man kicks out after one. Xavier jumps to his feet and runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and then going for a penalty kick but Blade drops back from the sitting position he was in so Xavier misses. He stands right by Blade though and goes for a standing moon sault! Blade pulls his knees in however and nails Xavier right on his gut! *
Markson: Xavier said he couldn’t respect a man who didn’t respect himself, but John Blade is raising a lot of eyebrows right now with the way this match has started.
Napier: Oh my eyes are down, I’m not impressed. Blade is getting lucky right now and if we’re honest, it’s more what Xavier isn’t doing than what Blade is.
*Xavier stumbles to his feet holding his stomach in pain and John gets to his feet and quickly grabs Lux, scoops him up and slams him in the middle of the ring. He now holds his hand high, going for a five knuckle shuffle… He runs towards the ropes, leaps over a down Xavier, bounces off the other side, stops right in front of Xavier, dusts his shoulder off and misses with the fist drop as Xavier rolls out of the way and then kips up! John Blade gets up right away only to eat a super kick from Xavier! You might as well yell timber by the way John Blade just dropped to the mat and Xavier quickly jumps on top of him, hooking the right leg for the pin! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out by John Blade! *
Markson: John Blade missed with one of his trademark moves but Xavier did not!
Napier: POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!
*Xavier gets to his feet and peels John off the mat before whipping him towards the corner. John hits hard and stays there, right in position for Xavier who charges in and nails him with a stinger splash followed by a European uppercut! Xavier now whips him to the opposite side. John hits hard again and again Xavier follows through with a splash and a European uppercut! Xavier holds his index finger up, asking the crowd if they want one more. He gets a mix reaction but it’s enough for him to do it a third time. He whips Blade towards the opposite side, Blade hits hard and Xavier follows through with another splash, NO! Blade gets out of the way and Xavier crashes against the turnbuckle. John runs towards the ropes and as Xavier comes out stumbling out of the corner, by the ropes, Blade clotheslines him over the top of them onto the outside! John checks his jaw after taking a few heavy shots from Xavier and then goes to the outside, but only to pick him up and toss him back in the ring. He goes in himself and then stands up Xavier before running towards the ropes, bouncing off and nailing Xavier with a running, leaping shoulder tackle! Now Blade goes for the pin, hooking both of Xavier’s legs! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out by Lux! *
Markson: I was not expecting a back and forth match between these Napier, really thought Xavier would dominate this match.
Napier: So did I Markson, so did I but I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day.
*John Blade gets to his feet and again he calls for the 5 knuckle shuffle… He goes through the motions and this time he is able to connect! The crowd cheers loudly and again he goes for the pin! *
1!
2!!
*And again kick out by Lux! John Blade gets back to his feet and brings Lux to his and then lifts him onto his shoulders, going for his finisher again but for the second time Xavier fights him off, and this time falls behind Blade and then stumbles towards the ropes. He bounces off as Blade is turning around and nails Blade with a leaping knee to the head! Blade stumbles backwards but doesn’t go down and Xavier moves in on him quickly, hooking him and dropping him with a snap suplex. Xavier stumbles to his feet, breathing a little heavy now thanks to all the attacks by Blade. Xavier brings him back up and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by John Blade who whips him, no, pulls him back in and gives him a kick to the gut. Xavier doubles over and Blade hooks him between his legs and lifts him up for his triple-threat power-bomb! But Xavier reverses it into a hurricanrana and then hooks both of Blade’s legs for the pin! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out by Blade! Xavier picks up the speed now bringing Blade to his feet and whipping him towards the ropes, Blade bounces off and Xavier jumps onto his shoulders and then takes him down with a flying head-scissor that sends Blade sliding to the outside. Xavier now gets to his feet and waits for Blade to get to his feet before running towards the opposite side, bouncing off, and then leaping over the top rope and connecting with a flying pescado onto Blade! Xavier jumps to his feet and let’s out a loud “woo!”, definitely feeling himself now in this match. *
Markson: Now this is more of what we expected to happen here tonight, total domination by Xavier Lux.
Napier: Yeah, it’s no secret that on paper, this match was very one sided… and while Blade has been able to get some decent moves in, now we’re seeing why Xavier Lux is one of the best wrestlers around today.
*Xavier picks up Blade and tosses him inside the ring. He goes in himself and makes the pin on Blade but he kicks out just after one. Xavier gets up, brings him up and whips him towards the corner. John Blade hits hard and Xavier follows through with a shinning wizard! Blade drops to the mat and Xavier once again makes the pin! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out again by John Blade! Xavier continues to work, bringing Blade to his feet and scooping him up for a body slam, no, Blade breaks free and falls behind Xavier and then grabs him by his bald head and drops him with a one-handed bulldog! Xavier is down but Blade can’t capitalize as he stays down himself, looking up at the lights. The crowd begins a “John Blade!” chant and that seems to wake him up as he sits up and then stumbles to his feet. He grabs Xavier and brings him to his before lifting him onto his shoulders. He calls for the set up to his finisher, going for a DVD, but as he flips Xavier up, he lands on his feet, breaking free! Xavier turns but right into a kick to the gut by Blade who then hooks him between his legs, lifts him up and drops him with a spin-out power-bomb! Blade stays in position for the pin! *
1!
2!!
TH…!!!
*No! Kick out by Lux! *
Markson: Oh my I thought we had an upset Napier!
Napier: Holy crap me too! Can’t believe that John Blade was that close to beating Lux!
*John quickly flips Xavier over and goes for his step over toehold submission, but Xavier sensing it quickly reaches for the ropes with his feet and manages to wrap one around the bottom rope and ref Wallace forces Blade to break the hold. John Blade reluctantly does and instead gets to his feet and brings Xavier to his before whipping him towards the ropes. Xavier bounces off and Blade goes for his sit-out hip toss but Xavier manages to flip out of it and lands on his feet, then jumps back, delivering a Pele kick! He doesn’t get all of it but enough to stunt Blade, so he quickly gets to his feet and whips John Blade to the corner. He hits hard and Xavier charges at him and connects with a picture perfect drop kick to Blade’s jaw! *
Markson: Xavier connects with The Toxin, the set up to his finisher! Are we about to see The Cure?!
Napier: I don’t know if Xavier is powerful enough to get Blade up on the top turnbuckle though!
*Xavier seems to accept that challenge as he sits John Blade up on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs to the second one himself before lifting a dazed John Blade onto his shoulders. Xavier then powers up, climbing onto the top turnbuckle before jumping off with Blade on his shoulders and delivering a top rope Death Valley Driver! The crowd lets out a loud “OH!!” as they watch the impact of the move and Xavier quickly hooks the leg for the pin!*
1!
2!!
3!!!
*The bell rings and the crowd gives a nice reaction. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… “Venom” Xavier Lux!
Markson: Well it was probably a little tougher than he thought, but Xavier is able to put away a very game John Blade.
Napier: Yeah Blade put up a decent effort, I think I’m going to have to change my stance on the guy.
Markson: Really?!
Napier: Hell nah, what’s next?
Markson: Well, it looks like Lux has something to say as he has asked for a mic.
*Xavier watches as John Blade rolls out of the ring and the ref helps him to the back. He gets a mic handed to him and then proceeds to sit on one of the top turnbuckles. He takes a moment to control his breath before speaking. *
Lux: Well I hope Alexander Marshall was watching, because he wanted me to start at the bottom and work my way up and it doesn’t get much lower than Soot Losem, John Blade and well, the man who didn’t want any part of me… Mike Zybala.
*The crowd cheers loudly. *
Lux: Oh you guys love him, don’t you? How can you love a man that’s such a coward?
*The crowd now boos Xavier with all their might. *
Lux: Right, damn sheep… Look, the truth of the matter is that “beating” Mike Zybala in my so-called return match the way it went down doesn’t sit well with me. So Mikey, I know you are back there, I saw you earlier… Why don’t you come out here and we do things the right way, in the middle of this ring.
*There is a few minutes of silence as the fans begin to boo and Lux looks impatient. He is about to raise the microphone to talk again, but is cut off by “Ready to Die” The Andrew W.K song fills the arena as Mike Zybala walks out, wiping his hands on a wet nap and tosses it to the side. He pulls a microphone out of the same place RKOs come from.*
Zybala: Sorry, X. They were serving ribs in catering and you caught me in the middle of eating.
*The fans cheer and laugh as Xavier looks confused.*
Lux: I didn't see any ribs back there.
Zybala: That's because they have them in reserve for the real stars.
*The crowd jeers as Lux just rolls his eyes. *
Zybala: Enough about that though. I'm disappointed in you Lux. You are having a very selfish attitude out here. Look what has happened to you since I graciously allowed you to claim victory when we last met… despite me announcing myself as the winner via sheer greatness. You have been on a huge win streak! Before you start whining about the quality of who you beat, let me remind you. The records don't look at quality, only quantity. You are having exactly what I promised the Zybala Bump would give you. GREATNESS!
And now, like a greedy child who wants more than their fair share of dessert, you want more. You want to suck at the teet that is Zybala. You hope that more of my star power will rub off on you by sheer osmosis if I step in that ring with you. Nah, screw everybody else, Xavier wants the Zybala Bump all to himself! That's very, very selfish of you.
*The fans boo a little and a small “SELFISH” chant starts. Xavier does not look amused.*
Lux: Selfish huh? Who is the one keeping the ribs all to himself?
*Mike shrugs and goes to answer but Xavier cuts him off. .*
Lux: No, shuddup Mikey, that was rhetorical and we’ve heard enough of you. You may call it what you want, but the fact remains that neither you and I have a date for Winter Wresteland and I couldn’t think of a better place to take that so-called Zybala rub, and stuff it down your damn throat full of yellow snow!
*The crowd boos loudly and a chant of “you sick Fudge! You sick Fudge!” gets started. *
Lux: What do you say Mikey? The sooner you accept, the sooner you can go back to stuffing your face with ribs you out of shape pig…
*Zybala self-consciously looks down at his stomach, which has grown a TINY BIT, since he made his in ring debut 20 years ago. He looks back at Lux with anger in his eyes. *
Zybala: It's called sympathy eating, you uncaring ass! I just don't want my pregnant wife to feel too bad about getting bigger. Some women just don't understand that they're not fat, they are growing a life inside of them. Amiright, guys?
*Most men in the crowd cheer as every woman in attendance, and maybe some moms at home watching this, death glare at Zybala. He continues. *
Zybala: As for you wanting me in a match… Well, you got it! If you're that desperate to bathe in the gift that is Zybala, who am I to deny you your first loss since returning? You're on!!
*The crowd cheers as Lux looks satisfied. Zybala turns to walk away back stop and turns back to look at his future opponent.*
Zybala: And by the way… there are still plenty of ribs back there for everyone.
*Zybala leaves as Xavier just watches him, thinking about getting the match he wanted… or perhaps about getting some ribs, or both. *
*The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. 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 mixed reaction, still not knowing what to make of the "Man with Venom in his Veins". *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… Weighing in at 225 pounds and standing at 6’2” tall… “Venom” Xavier Lux!
*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. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, already in the ring from Lowell, Massachusetts… Weighing in at 260 pounds and standing 6’3” tall… “The Surgeon of Thuganomic” John Blade!
*Blade takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.*
Markson: Well here we go Napier, do you think “the doctor” has the medicine to counter the venom?
Napier: No, I do not… Has anyone even checked Blade’s doctorate? Anyone?
*The bell rings and Lindsay Wallace, the ref for this one gets out of the way to let the two men lock up, which they do right away. There is a brief power struggle before John Blade pushes Xavier off to the ropes. Xavier hangs on to the ropes so he doesn’t bounce off and looks at Blade unimpressed, and he in return waves his hand in front of his own face. Xavier mouths something along the lines that he can see him clear as they and then moves in for another lock up. Xavier does better this time around but eventually Blade backs him up to the corner. Ref Wallace tells Blade to break it up and then starts the count, and Blade breaks up the tie up at three. Again Blade taunts Xavier who is not losing his cool yet, but he is clearly not amused. Xavier tells him one more time and Blade laughs but agrees, they go for the lock up but Xavier dodges it and knees Blade stiffly on the gut. Blade doubles over and Xavier is the one that is laughing now, pointing to his head before nailing Blade with a stiff right hand. Xavier now grabs Blade and whips him towards the ropes, no reversal by Blade. Xavier bounces off and Blade lifts him up onto his shoulders and calls for his finisher but Xavier quickly pushes off and then slides to the outside, kicking the guard rail frustrated. *
Markson: Wow Xavier nearly got his attitude adjusted there Napier.
Napier: I can’t believe my eyes, Blade is getting the better of Xavier Lux in the early going!
*Xavier looks towards the ring where Blade is hunch over, looking at him with a smile on his face, telling him he was “this” close to dropping him with his version of the death valley drop. Xavier mouths something at him and then slides back in the ring and is quickly met by Blade who backs him to the ropes and whips him to the opposite side. Xavier bounces off and Blade goes for a back body drop but Xavier stops dead on his tracks and kicks Blade stiffly on his chest! John Blade comes up holding his chest and now Xavier mocks him with his hand in front of his face before bounces himself off the ropes and then delivering a spinning heel kick that takes down Blade. Xavier quickly gets on top of Blade for the pin but the big man kicks out after one. Xavier jumps to his feet and runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and then going for a penalty kick but Blade drops back from the sitting position he was in so Xavier misses. He stands right by Blade though and goes for a standing moon sault! Blade pulls his knees in however and nails Xavier right on his gut! *
Markson: Xavier said he couldn’t respect a man who didn’t respect himself, but John Blade is raising a lot of eyebrows right now with the way this match has started.
Napier: Oh my eyes are down, I’m not impressed. Blade is getting lucky right now and if we’re honest, it’s more what Xavier isn’t doing than what Blade is.
*Xavier stumbles to his feet holding his stomach in pain and John gets to his feet and quickly grabs Lux, scoops him up and slams him in the middle of the ring. He now holds his hand high, going for a five knuckle shuffle… He runs towards the ropes, leaps over a down Xavier, bounces off the other side, stops right in front of Xavier, dusts his shoulder off and misses with the fist drop as Xavier rolls out of the way and then kips up! John Blade gets up right away only to eat a super kick from Xavier! You might as well yell timber by the way John Blade just dropped to the mat and Xavier quickly jumps on top of him, hooking the right leg for the pin! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out by John Blade! *
Markson: John Blade missed with one of his trademark moves but Xavier did not!
Napier: POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!
*Xavier gets to his feet and peels John off the mat before whipping him towards the corner. John hits hard and stays there, right in position for Xavier who charges in and nails him with a stinger splash followed by a European uppercut! Xavier now whips him to the opposite side. John hits hard again and again Xavier follows through with a splash and a European uppercut! Xavier holds his index finger up, asking the crowd if they want one more. He gets a mix reaction but it’s enough for him to do it a third time. He whips Blade towards the opposite side, Blade hits hard and Xavier follows through with another splash, NO! Blade gets out of the way and Xavier crashes against the turnbuckle. John runs towards the ropes and as Xavier comes out stumbling out of the corner, by the ropes, Blade clotheslines him over the top of them onto the outside! John checks his jaw after taking a few heavy shots from Xavier and then goes to the outside, but only to pick him up and toss him back in the ring. He goes in himself and then stands up Xavier before running towards the ropes, bouncing off and nailing Xavier with a running, leaping shoulder tackle! Now Blade goes for the pin, hooking both of Xavier’s legs! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out by Lux! *
Markson: I was not expecting a back and forth match between these Napier, really thought Xavier would dominate this match.
Napier: So did I Markson, so did I but I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day.
*John Blade gets to his feet and again he calls for the 5 knuckle shuffle… He goes through the motions and this time he is able to connect! The crowd cheers loudly and again he goes for the pin! *
1!
2!!
*And again kick out by Lux! John Blade gets back to his feet and brings Lux to his and then lifts him onto his shoulders, going for his finisher again but for the second time Xavier fights him off, and this time falls behind Blade and then stumbles towards the ropes. He bounces off as Blade is turning around and nails Blade with a leaping knee to the head! Blade stumbles backwards but doesn’t go down and Xavier moves in on him quickly, hooking him and dropping him with a snap suplex. Xavier stumbles to his feet, breathing a little heavy now thanks to all the attacks by Blade. Xavier brings him back up and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by John Blade who whips him, no, pulls him back in and gives him a kick to the gut. Xavier doubles over and Blade hooks him between his legs and lifts him up for his triple-threat power-bomb! But Xavier reverses it into a hurricanrana and then hooks both of Blade’s legs for the pin! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out by Blade! Xavier picks up the speed now bringing Blade to his feet and whipping him towards the ropes, Blade bounces off and Xavier jumps onto his shoulders and then takes him down with a flying head-scissor that sends Blade sliding to the outside. Xavier now gets to his feet and waits for Blade to get to his feet before running towards the opposite side, bouncing off, and then leaping over the top rope and connecting with a flying pescado onto Blade! Xavier jumps to his feet and let’s out a loud “woo!”, definitely feeling himself now in this match. *
Markson: Now this is more of what we expected to happen here tonight, total domination by Xavier Lux.
Napier: Yeah, it’s no secret that on paper, this match was very one sided… and while Blade has been able to get some decent moves in, now we’re seeing why Xavier Lux is one of the best wrestlers around today.
*Xavier picks up Blade and tosses him inside the ring. He goes in himself and makes the pin on Blade but he kicks out just after one. Xavier gets up, brings him up and whips him towards the corner. John Blade hits hard and Xavier follows through with a shinning wizard! Blade drops to the mat and Xavier once again makes the pin! *
1!
2!!
*Kick out again by John Blade! Xavier continues to work, bringing Blade to his feet and scooping him up for a body slam, no, Blade breaks free and falls behind Xavier and then grabs him by his bald head and drops him with a one-handed bulldog! Xavier is down but Blade can’t capitalize as he stays down himself, looking up at the lights. The crowd begins a “John Blade!” chant and that seems to wake him up as he sits up and then stumbles to his feet. He grabs Xavier and brings him to his before lifting him onto his shoulders. He calls for the set up to his finisher, going for a DVD, but as he flips Xavier up, he lands on his feet, breaking free! Xavier turns but right into a kick to the gut by Blade who then hooks him between his legs, lifts him up and drops him with a spin-out power-bomb! Blade stays in position for the pin! *
1!
2!!
TH…!!!
*No! Kick out by Lux! *
Markson: Oh my I thought we had an upset Napier!
Napier: Holy crap me too! Can’t believe that John Blade was that close to beating Lux!
*John quickly flips Xavier over and goes for his step over toehold submission, but Xavier sensing it quickly reaches for the ropes with his feet and manages to wrap one around the bottom rope and ref Wallace forces Blade to break the hold. John Blade reluctantly does and instead gets to his feet and brings Xavier to his before whipping him towards the ropes. Xavier bounces off and Blade goes for his sit-out hip toss but Xavier manages to flip out of it and lands on his feet, then jumps back, delivering a Pele kick! He doesn’t get all of it but enough to stunt Blade, so he quickly gets to his feet and whips John Blade to the corner. He hits hard and Xavier charges at him and connects with a picture perfect drop kick to Blade’s jaw! *
Markson: Xavier connects with The Toxin, the set up to his finisher! Are we about to see The Cure?!
Napier: I don’t know if Xavier is powerful enough to get Blade up on the top turnbuckle though!
*Xavier seems to accept that challenge as he sits John Blade up on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs to the second one himself before lifting a dazed John Blade onto his shoulders. Xavier then powers up, climbing onto the top turnbuckle before jumping off with Blade on his shoulders and delivering a top rope Death Valley Driver! The crowd lets out a loud “OH!!” as they watch the impact of the move and Xavier quickly hooks the leg for the pin!*
1!
2!!
3!!!
*The bell rings and the crowd gives a nice reaction. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… “Venom” Xavier Lux!
Markson: Well it was probably a little tougher than he thought, but Xavier is able to put away a very game John Blade.
Napier: Yeah Blade put up a decent effort, I think I’m going to have to change my stance on the guy.
Markson: Really?!
Napier: Hell nah, what’s next?
Markson: Well, it looks like Lux has something to say as he has asked for a mic.
*Xavier watches as John Blade rolls out of the ring and the ref helps him to the back. He gets a mic handed to him and then proceeds to sit on one of the top turnbuckles. He takes a moment to control his breath before speaking. *
Lux: Well I hope Alexander Marshall was watching, because he wanted me to start at the bottom and work my way up and it doesn’t get much lower than Soot Losem, John Blade and well, the man who didn’t want any part of me… Mike Zybala.
*The crowd cheers loudly. *
Lux: Oh you guys love him, don’t you? How can you love a man that’s such a coward?
*The crowd now boos Xavier with all their might. *
Lux: Right, damn sheep… Look, the truth of the matter is that “beating” Mike Zybala in my so-called return match the way it went down doesn’t sit well with me. So Mikey, I know you are back there, I saw you earlier… Why don’t you come out here and we do things the right way, in the middle of this ring.
*There is a few minutes of silence as the fans begin to boo and Lux looks impatient. He is about to raise the microphone to talk again, but is cut off by “Ready to Die” The Andrew W.K song fills the arena as Mike Zybala walks out, wiping his hands on a wet nap and tosses it to the side. He pulls a microphone out of the same place RKOs come from.*
Zybala: Sorry, X. They were serving ribs in catering and you caught me in the middle of eating.
*The fans cheer and laugh as Xavier looks confused.*
Lux: I didn't see any ribs back there.
Zybala: That's because they have them in reserve for the real stars.
*The crowd jeers as Lux just rolls his eyes. *
Zybala: Enough about that though. I'm disappointed in you Lux. You are having a very selfish attitude out here. Look what has happened to you since I graciously allowed you to claim victory when we last met… despite me announcing myself as the winner via sheer greatness. You have been on a huge win streak! Before you start whining about the quality of who you beat, let me remind you. The records don't look at quality, only quantity. You are having exactly what I promised the Zybala Bump would give you. GREATNESS!
And now, like a greedy child who wants more than their fair share of dessert, you want more. You want to suck at the teet that is Zybala. You hope that more of my star power will rub off on you by sheer osmosis if I step in that ring with you. Nah, screw everybody else, Xavier wants the Zybala Bump all to himself! That's very, very selfish of you.
*The fans boo a little and a small “SELFISH” chant starts. Xavier does not look amused.*
Lux: Selfish huh? Who is the one keeping the ribs all to himself?
*Mike shrugs and goes to answer but Xavier cuts him off. .*
Lux: No, shuddup Mikey, that was rhetorical and we’ve heard enough of you. You may call it what you want, but the fact remains that neither you and I have a date for Winter Wresteland and I couldn’t think of a better place to take that so-called Zybala rub, and stuff it down your damn throat full of yellow snow!
*The crowd boos loudly and a chant of “you sick Fudge! You sick Fudge!” gets started. *
Lux: What do you say Mikey? The sooner you accept, the sooner you can go back to stuffing your face with ribs you out of shape pig…
*Zybala self-consciously looks down at his stomach, which has grown a TINY BIT, since he made his in ring debut 20 years ago. He looks back at Lux with anger in his eyes. *
Zybala: It's called sympathy eating, you uncaring ass! I just don't want my pregnant wife to feel too bad about getting bigger. Some women just don't understand that they're not fat, they are growing a life inside of them. Amiright, guys?
*Most men in the crowd cheer as every woman in attendance, and maybe some moms at home watching this, death glare at Zybala. He continues. *
Zybala: As for you wanting me in a match… Well, you got it! If you're that desperate to bathe in the gift that is Zybala, who am I to deny you your first loss since returning? You're on!!
*The crowd cheers as Lux looks satisfied. Zybala turns to walk away back stop and turns back to look at his future opponent.*
Zybala: And by the way… there are still plenty of ribs back there for everyone.
*Zybala leaves as Xavier just watches him, thinking about getting the match he wanted… or perhaps about getting some ribs, or both. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to look at the arena crowd. All is relatively quiet in the arena, when quite all of a sudden…
BOOM
CRASH
POOF!
A series of explosions pop off all across the roof and down comes…glitter dust?
And then, just when things couldn’t get any stranger, we notice that newcomer Pan has somehow appeared in the ring! Literally nobody saw this happen somehow. At any rate, he seems to be spinning underneath the falling glitter, admiring its beauty as the arena lights catch off the motes and make them sparkle. Finally, with a microphone in hand, he addresses the audience. *
Pan: Hello everyone! And welcome to PAN’S FIRST PAY PER VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA!
BOOM
CRASH
POOF!
A series of explosions pop off all across the roof and down comes…glitter dust?
And then, just when things couldn’t get any stranger, we notice that newcomer Pan has somehow appeared in the ring! Literally nobody saw this happen somehow. At any rate, he seems to be spinning underneath the falling glitter, admiring its beauty as the arena lights catch off the motes and make them sparkle. Finally, with a microphone in hand, he addresses the audience. *
Pan: Hello everyone! And welcome to PAN’S FIRST PAY PER VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA!
*He tosses his arms out wide with exuberance.*
Pan: Haha! And I gotta say I am completely pumped. Beyond pumped. I can’t wait for Winter Wrestleland to get here.
And before any of you start to worry, DON’T! This isn’t going to be a JMont segment! You know, something tired, overlong, dull, obtuse, boring, and well past its sell by date! NO!
*The fans pop as Pan runs down JMont. *
Pan: In fact, this segment is going to be just the right size. And full of entertainment. Such as….MONKEYS ON A TRAPEZE!
*Pan looks up, and then back at the audience sheepishly. *
And before any of you start to worry, DON’T! This isn’t going to be a JMont segment! You know, something tired, overlong, dull, obtuse, boring, and well past its sell by date! NO!
*The fans pop as Pan runs down JMont. *
Pan: In fact, this segment is going to be just the right size. And full of entertainment. Such as….MONKEYS ON A TRAPEZE!
*Pan looks up, and then back at the audience sheepishly. *
Pan: Or at least, there totally would have been if I didn’t know you had to reserve those little buggers like 6 months in advance. SIX MONTHS! Can you believe it? Ah heck.
Anyway, I bet you’re probably all wondering who I’m facing at Winter Wonderland. And I’m gonna let you in on a little secret!
Anyway, I bet you’re probably all wondering who I’m facing at Winter Wonderland. And I’m gonna let you in on a little secret!
*He looks about conspiratorially.*
Pan: I’m wondering too. Pan throws his arms in the air. Because my opponent still has not been revealed. So, if my esteemed opponent would make their presence known I would surely appreciate it.
*Pan goes to the ropes and leans on them, eyes fixated on the entrance way. "Buuuuut…
crickets*
Pan: I said, if my esteemed opponent would make their presence known I would surely appreciate it!
*more crickets, louder this time*
Pan: Let’s try this one mo’ ‘gain. IF MY ESTEEMED OPPONENT….
*Just then…
A howl plays over the PA before “The Wolf" by Whiskey Myers plays and Jake Keeton steps out on the stage to a nice reception from the crowd. The eleven time World Champion, clad in jeans and a t-shirt with an old rocking chair on it that reads "Jake Keeton The Rocking Chair Tour 2023-2024”, makes his way to the ring. He requests a mic from a ring attendant as the song fades. He grins at Pan then raises the mic to his lips. *
Jake Keeton: How's it going, kid? Don't answer cause I don't care. I dunno who they planned on being your opponent at Winter Wrestleland but I can tell you who it should be and that's me. I'm sure you're probably expecting me to huff and puff about how you stole that win you picked up over myself and Rob Williams back on November 10th but that ain't really my style. Ya see for a long time they called me the Modern Day Outlaw cause there was very little I wouldn't do to win. So I'm not gonna fault you for capitalizing on an opportunity. What I am gonna do is challenge you to a one on one match so that someone else can't do all the work for you. So what do you say kid? Give an old man a chance at redemption.
*At first Pan is dead silent and stony faced. But then, a slow grin crawls onto Pan's features. It's a little eerie to be honest.*
Pan: You have just filled the Jake Keeton sized hole in my heart! Ya hoooo! Yes Jake Keeton, yes of course I will face you! And to be honest I'm glad it's you. How I won that match hasn't quite sat right with me either. You deserve this! You deserve all of this!
*Pan points at Jake as he airs out his declaration. Jake brings the mic back up to his face to respond. *
Jake Keeton: I don't think it's pixie dust you been snorting but whatever, kid. I'll see ya at Winter Wrestleland.
*Keeton turns and heads towards the back. Pan looks to the crowd again, hands clasped joyously. *
Pan: So there you have it everyone! My very first pay per view opponent. I’m sure we’ll have a great time at Winter Wrestleland. But the fun isn’t over yet. Nope, because up next is a montage of JMont getting punched in the face! See ya!
*Pan waves goodbye to the fans exuberantly as the shot cuts to the main screen which cuts to static. *
*Pan goes to the ropes and leans on them, eyes fixated on the entrance way. "Buuuuut…
crickets*
Pan: I said, if my esteemed opponent would make their presence known I would surely appreciate it!
*more crickets, louder this time*
Pan: Let’s try this one mo’ ‘gain. IF MY ESTEEMED OPPONENT….
*Just then…
A howl plays over the PA before “The Wolf" by Whiskey Myers plays and Jake Keeton steps out on the stage to a nice reception from the crowd. The eleven time World Champion, clad in jeans and a t-shirt with an old rocking chair on it that reads "Jake Keeton The Rocking Chair Tour 2023-2024”, makes his way to the ring. He requests a mic from a ring attendant as the song fades. He grins at Pan then raises the mic to his lips. *
Jake Keeton: How's it going, kid? Don't answer cause I don't care. I dunno who they planned on being your opponent at Winter Wrestleland but I can tell you who it should be and that's me. I'm sure you're probably expecting me to huff and puff about how you stole that win you picked up over myself and Rob Williams back on November 10th but that ain't really my style. Ya see for a long time they called me the Modern Day Outlaw cause there was very little I wouldn't do to win. So I'm not gonna fault you for capitalizing on an opportunity. What I am gonna do is challenge you to a one on one match so that someone else can't do all the work for you. So what do you say kid? Give an old man a chance at redemption.
*At first Pan is dead silent and stony faced. But then, a slow grin crawls onto Pan's features. It's a little eerie to be honest.*
Pan: You have just filled the Jake Keeton sized hole in my heart! Ya hoooo! Yes Jake Keeton, yes of course I will face you! And to be honest I'm glad it's you. How I won that match hasn't quite sat right with me either. You deserve this! You deserve all of this!
*Pan points at Jake as he airs out his declaration. Jake brings the mic back up to his face to respond. *
Jake Keeton: I don't think it's pixie dust you been snorting but whatever, kid. I'll see ya at Winter Wrestleland.
*Keeton turns and heads towards the back. Pan looks to the crowd again, hands clasped joyously. *
Pan: So there you have it everyone! My very first pay per view opponent. I’m sure we’ll have a great time at Winter Wrestleland. But the fun isn’t over yet. Nope, because up next is a montage of JMont getting punched in the face! See ya!
*Pan waves goodbye to the fans exuberantly as the shot cuts to the main screen which cuts to static. *
*The static cuts to multiple TV's all with static. *
*The static fades to a shot of the ringside commentary desk, where both Markson and Napier look disturbed. *
Markson: Well, that was unsettling.
Napier: Unsettling? That was creepy A.F.!
*The arena falls into darkness, sparking an uproar of anticipation.*
Napier: *SCREAM OF TERROR!*
*Suddenly, “My Hero” by Foo Fighters begins playing throughout the First Ontario Centre, sending the crowd into a chorus of boos. El Diablo Blanco emerges, bathed in spotlights, flaunting the Pro Wrestling Valor Unity Title strapped around his waist like a badge of unrivaled excellence. A life-sized cardboard cutout of The Avenger is clasped in one hand, paraded around as if it were his actual tag team partner. This version of The Avenger, however, is clad in Black and White attire rather than his typical shades of green. In his other hand is a microphone. *
El Diablo Blanco: Thunderamorons, feast your eyes on the true definition of greatness! Behold The Avenger, my "partner" in this symphony of domination! He aimed to rescue me from the so-called darkness, but it's me who's steering him into the shadows, Brother! Together, we are overtaking Pro Wrestling Valor just as The Cabal has been ruling the TP-Dub. Ha-Ha!
*With theatrical flair, El D imperiously barks orders at Heladerma, who reluctantly lugs a bag stuffed with Flaming Hot Cheetos. El D gives Heladerma the microphone to free his own hand. El Diablo Blanco reaches into the bag and flings handfuls of fiery snacks into the air, taunting the crowd with sly smirks and mocking gestures.*
El Diablo Blanco: Frito-Lay's Flaming Hot Cheetos! Tastin' like fire, hotter than your dreams of witnessing my defeat, Brothers!
*With pompous pride, El D struts into the ring, sporting a soccer jersey adorned with the fiery Flaming Hot Cheetos emblem. As Heladerma stands in the corner, El Diablo Blanco cautiously sets “The Avenger” up next to the beast before taking the microphone back from Heladerma.. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brothers. Here I stand, looking down upon all of you from the high of highs. I’ve got this totally rad sponsorship with the Cheeto man. I am once again a champion in this sport.
*He points theatrically at The Avenger's cutout.*
El Diablo Blanco: I truly am at the pinnacle of my career, Brother. Even more so, take a look at tonight. We’ve got the indomitable Cabal pair: El Diablo Blanco and the almighty Peter Vaughn! Set to shame Larry Tact and Matt Knox once more!
*El D chuckles to himself for a moment.*
El Diablo Blanco: Vaughn's eminence is peerless, Brothers! He’s darn near omnipotent; which is a word I learned just earlier today that means all-powerful; at least according to my Word of the Day Toilet Paper. As for Tact and Knox… I'll be the one to bring the thunder and they're about to catch a lightning bolt, Brother! They can't handle the D Man, Brother!
*El D finishes with a showman's grin, drawing disgust from the crowd.*
El Diablo Blanco: What? What did I say that got you all in a bunch? I’m just out here spitting facts. As the yutes of today would say, “That’s no Cap!” You see, the reality is, Tact and Knox can’t handle this heat, Brother. From the inception of The Cabal, we have been ahead of the game at every turn… except that time that Knox set me on fire but you can’t win them all, am I right? Look what came out of it, though. The Cabal demolished Marshall’s Maniacs at Night of the Living Dead and I got this sweet deal. So tonight, when Knox and Tact step to The Cabal, it’s not just gonna be Flaming Hot. It’s gonna be Scorching. So Tact, Knox… Whatcha Gonna Do Brothers When El D Runs Wild On You? Diggit?!
*As the audience reacts with jeers as El Diablo Blanco struts around the ring before flipping the microphone to the floor. As El D and his “entourage” exit the ring, El D once again tosses Cheetos out to the crowd; only some of them getting thrown back as the scene fades to commercial. *
El Diablo Blanco: Thunderamorons, feast your eyes on the true definition of greatness! Behold The Avenger, my "partner" in this symphony of domination! He aimed to rescue me from the so-called darkness, but it's me who's steering him into the shadows, Brother! Together, we are overtaking Pro Wrestling Valor just as The Cabal has been ruling the TP-Dub. Ha-Ha!
*With theatrical flair, El D imperiously barks orders at Heladerma, who reluctantly lugs a bag stuffed with Flaming Hot Cheetos. El D gives Heladerma the microphone to free his own hand. El Diablo Blanco reaches into the bag and flings handfuls of fiery snacks into the air, taunting the crowd with sly smirks and mocking gestures.*
El Diablo Blanco: Frito-Lay's Flaming Hot Cheetos! Tastin' like fire, hotter than your dreams of witnessing my defeat, Brothers!
*With pompous pride, El D struts into the ring, sporting a soccer jersey adorned with the fiery Flaming Hot Cheetos emblem. As Heladerma stands in the corner, El Diablo Blanco cautiously sets “The Avenger” up next to the beast before taking the microphone back from Heladerma.. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brothers. Here I stand, looking down upon all of you from the high of highs. I’ve got this totally rad sponsorship with the Cheeto man. I am once again a champion in this sport.
*He points theatrically at The Avenger's cutout.*
El Diablo Blanco: I truly am at the pinnacle of my career, Brother. Even more so, take a look at tonight. We’ve got the indomitable Cabal pair: El Diablo Blanco and the almighty Peter Vaughn! Set to shame Larry Tact and Matt Knox once more!
*El D chuckles to himself for a moment.*
El Diablo Blanco: Vaughn's eminence is peerless, Brothers! He’s darn near omnipotent; which is a word I learned just earlier today that means all-powerful; at least according to my Word of the Day Toilet Paper. As for Tact and Knox… I'll be the one to bring the thunder and they're about to catch a lightning bolt, Brother! They can't handle the D Man, Brother!
*El D finishes with a showman's grin, drawing disgust from the crowd.*
El Diablo Blanco: What? What did I say that got you all in a bunch? I’m just out here spitting facts. As the yutes of today would say, “That’s no Cap!” You see, the reality is, Tact and Knox can’t handle this heat, Brother. From the inception of The Cabal, we have been ahead of the game at every turn… except that time that Knox set me on fire but you can’t win them all, am I right? Look what came out of it, though. The Cabal demolished Marshall’s Maniacs at Night of the Living Dead and I got this sweet deal. So tonight, when Knox and Tact step to The Cabal, it’s not just gonna be Flaming Hot. It’s gonna be Scorching. So Tact, Knox… Whatcha Gonna Do Brothers When El D Runs Wild On You? Diggit?!
*As the audience reacts with jeers as El Diablo Blanco struts around the ring before flipping the microphone to the floor. As El D and his “entourage” exit the ring, El D once again tosses Cheetos out to the crowd; only some of them getting thrown back as the scene fades to commercial. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Waco, TX, weighing in at 170lbs, making her Thunder Pro Wrestling debut, this is…. BEEECCCAAAA KILLSWITCCCCHHH!!!
*Darkness Falls upon the arena. White smoke begins to roll from the top of the entrance way.The opening scream of Killswitch Engage blares over the PA as an explosion of fire goes off at the top of the entrance way. As the flames die down they reveal Becca Killswitch. The camera does a closeup on her face, and show blows smoke from her nose before shoving the camera out of her way.
Becca marches to the ring, shrugging off fans who both cheer and boo. Becca hops onto the apron, spinning to her feet and posing against the ropes. Becca backflips over the top rope into the ring and pulls her leather vest off as she spins into a pose. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Area 51, weighing in at 275lbs. He is one half of Rouges’ Gallery, this is SUUUUUPPPPERRRUNOOOOOWWWNNN!!!
*The sound of a cars tires screeching to a halt fill the arena. Only that isn't the sound, this sound is more like human being screaming to a halt in the place of the tires. This sound is accompanied by the first grinding riffs of "Into the Void" by Black Sabbath.
As the lyrics come in... the man himself, Superunknown appears on the ramp way. His masked face is still as if made of stone, shows no emotion as he makes his way to the ring. He slowly climbs the stairs and begins to enter the ring, as the lights return to normal. *
Markson: Superunkown looks very focused tonight.
Napier: Really? He always seems to have the same blank psycho stare to me.
*As Superunknown steps through the ropes Becca charges across the ring with a running big boot that knocks Superunknown through the ropes, off the apron, and to the floor. Becca steps into the apron and backs up against the ring post as Super uses the security railing to pull himself up. As Super begins to get up, Becca runs down the apron and leaps off with a flying tackle that drops Super to the ground.
Becca jumps to her feet and pulls her ring vest off. As Superunknown gets to his knees she wraps the vest around his throat and begins choking Superunknown. Ref Wallace begins laying the count on her and Becca releases at 4. Becca grabs Super, throws him into the ring under the bottom rope, and then hops onto the apron climbing into the ring. *
Markson: Becca Killswitch wasting no time in taking the fight right to Superunknown.
Napier: A man that size you have to take the fight to him hard and fast.
Markson: Are you saying, strike first, strike hard?
Napier: No mercy.
*Becca sees Superunknown getting to his knees and she charges in with a discus elbow, but as she spins Superunknown pops up catching her mid-spin with a belly-to-back suplex dropping Becca high on her head.
Superunknown rolls right up, and charges into the ropes coming off with a big elbow drop across the chest of Becca, taking the air out of her. Instead of going for a pin, Superunknown rolls right up, hits the ropes again, and comes off with a big leg drop across the chest of Becca. *
Markson: Superunknown with back some devastating offense on Becca Killswitch, truly imposing his will.
Napier: Superunknown is a superhuman specimen, why do you think Becca Killswitch went after him so hard?
*Superunkown stands up, pulling Becca up as he does. Superunkown is upset and wants to inflict more punishment to teach Becca a lesson. Superunkown whips Becca into the corner. Superunknown charges into the corner with a hard clothesline on Becca. Superunknown backs out of the corner, pulling Becca out by the arm and whipping her across the ring again into the opposite turnbuckle.
As Becca runs intot he turnbuckle chest first and staggers out, Superunkown runs into the ropes and comes off looking for a clothesline from hell onto Becca. As Superunknown swings the clotheslines, Becca ducks under, catches Superunknowns arm, and take shim down into a back slide for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, SO CLOSE! Becca Killswitch almost caught Superunkown with that backslide.
Napier: It’s a good thing she ducked that clothesline or someone in the third row would be going home with Becca’s head as a souvenir.
*Superunkown kicks out and rolls back up to his feet, but Becca is up first. As Superunkown gets to his feet Becca goes for a diving tackle to his knee, but Superunkown jumps straight into the air, and Becca lands on the mat. Superunkown comes down and lands a hard stomp right into the back of Becca.
Superunknown removes his boot from the back of Becca and charges into the ropes. As Superunkown comes back he drops a big elbow onto the lower back of Becca. Superunknown rolls up, grabs Becca by the hair and pulls her up. Superunkown lifts her up for a big bodyslam, but as he gets Becca up she slides down his back, and lands on her feet. Becca immediately chop blocks to the back of Superunkowns knee and takes him down. *
Markson: Becca Killswitch going low and taking out the leg of the much bigger Superunkown.
Napier: She’s doing exactly what Lights Out will have to do at Winter Wrestlelan, cutting the bigman down to size.
*Becca charges into the ropes, as Superunkown gets up to one knee. Becca charges in, but Superunkown stretches his massive arm out and catches Becca by the throat. Superunkown stands up and delivers a massive chokeslam to Becca. Superunkown drops down on top of Becca for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Big kick by Becca Killswitch.
Napier: If Superunkown had hooked the leg their he would have got the pin.
*Superunkown looks angry and shocked at Ref Wallace who holds up two fingers. Superunkown gets to his feet and begins yelling at Becca to get up as she slowly struggles to her feet. As Becca pushes herself to her knees Superunkown grabs her by the hair. Superunkown begins to yell ay Becca, when Becca slams a hard hammerfist into the foot of Superunkown.
Superunkown staggers back holding his foot and Becca pushes herself to her feet and charges forward with a basement drop kick to the knee of Superunkown, knocking his leg from under him and causing him to fall on his face. Becca rolls to her feet as Superunkown begins pushing himself up. As Superunkown begins getting up, Becca is quick off the ropes and catches Superunkown with a spinning neckbreaker. *
Markson: Some innovative offense in smashing the toe, has led Becca Killswitch to a big comeback.
Napier: You ever smash your toe Mark? It certainly does hurt.
*Becca rolls up and sees Superunkown starting to get up to his feet. Becca grabs Superunkown and whips him toward the ropes, but Superunkown reverses and sends Becca into the ropes. As Becca comes off the ropes Superunkown goes for a yakuza kick, but Becca ducks under and stops.
Superunkown spins around into Becca’s Thick Kick (spinning side kick to the stomach set up for Kill Shot), but Superunkown catches her foot. Superunkown throws Becca’s foot down and slames a clothesline from hall right into her chest, causing her to backflip from the impact. *
Markson: OH, MY!!!
Napier: Looks like someone in the third row got that head after all.
*Superunkown waste no time in pulling Becca up and spinning her into position for the Deathknell (Sit-out Tombstone Piledriver), and spikes Becca on her head with great impact. Superunkown rolls over on top of Becca for the pin and hooks the leg. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… SUPERUNKOWN!!!
Markson: Superunkown with a very impressive win.
Napier: I’m predicting right now that we are going to see new Duos champions at Winter Wrestleland 2024.
Markson: I don’t know about that one Nick. Lights Out have overcome the odds more than once.
Napier: NO! Ava Arthur has overcome the odds, Alesia Angelo has been the weak link.
Markson: OH, STOP IT!!!
*Darkness Falls upon the arena. White smoke begins to roll from the top of the entrance way.The opening scream of Killswitch Engage blares over the PA as an explosion of fire goes off at the top of the entrance way. As the flames die down they reveal Becca Killswitch. The camera does a closeup on her face, and show blows smoke from her nose before shoving the camera out of her way.
Becca marches to the ring, shrugging off fans who both cheer and boo. Becca hops onto the apron, spinning to her feet and posing against the ropes. Becca backflips over the top rope into the ring and pulls her leather vest off as she spins into a pose. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Area 51, weighing in at 275lbs. He is one half of Rouges’ Gallery, this is SUUUUUPPPPERRRUNOOOOOWWWNNN!!!
*The sound of a cars tires screeching to a halt fill the arena. Only that isn't the sound, this sound is more like human being screaming to a halt in the place of the tires. This sound is accompanied by the first grinding riffs of "Into the Void" by Black Sabbath.
As the lyrics come in... the man himself, Superunknown appears on the ramp way. His masked face is still as if made of stone, shows no emotion as he makes his way to the ring. He slowly climbs the stairs and begins to enter the ring, as the lights return to normal. *
Markson: Superunkown looks very focused tonight.
Napier: Really? He always seems to have the same blank psycho stare to me.
*As Superunknown steps through the ropes Becca charges across the ring with a running big boot that knocks Superunknown through the ropes, off the apron, and to the floor. Becca steps into the apron and backs up against the ring post as Super uses the security railing to pull himself up. As Super begins to get up, Becca runs down the apron and leaps off with a flying tackle that drops Super to the ground.
Becca jumps to her feet and pulls her ring vest off. As Superunknown gets to his knees she wraps the vest around his throat and begins choking Superunknown. Ref Wallace begins laying the count on her and Becca releases at 4. Becca grabs Super, throws him into the ring under the bottom rope, and then hops onto the apron climbing into the ring. *
Markson: Becca Killswitch wasting no time in taking the fight right to Superunknown.
Napier: A man that size you have to take the fight to him hard and fast.
Markson: Are you saying, strike first, strike hard?
Napier: No mercy.
*Becca sees Superunknown getting to his knees and she charges in with a discus elbow, but as she spins Superunknown pops up catching her mid-spin with a belly-to-back suplex dropping Becca high on her head.
Superunknown rolls right up, and charges into the ropes coming off with a big elbow drop across the chest of Becca, taking the air out of her. Instead of going for a pin, Superunknown rolls right up, hits the ropes again, and comes off with a big leg drop across the chest of Becca. *
Markson: Superunknown with back some devastating offense on Becca Killswitch, truly imposing his will.
Napier: Superunknown is a superhuman specimen, why do you think Becca Killswitch went after him so hard?
*Superunkown stands up, pulling Becca up as he does. Superunkown is upset and wants to inflict more punishment to teach Becca a lesson. Superunkown whips Becca into the corner. Superunknown charges into the corner with a hard clothesline on Becca. Superunknown backs out of the corner, pulling Becca out by the arm and whipping her across the ring again into the opposite turnbuckle.
As Becca runs intot he turnbuckle chest first and staggers out, Superunkown runs into the ropes and comes off looking for a clothesline from hell onto Becca. As Superunknown swings the clotheslines, Becca ducks under, catches Superunknowns arm, and take shim down into a back slide for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, SO CLOSE! Becca Killswitch almost caught Superunkown with that backslide.
Napier: It’s a good thing she ducked that clothesline or someone in the third row would be going home with Becca’s head as a souvenir.
*Superunkown kicks out and rolls back up to his feet, but Becca is up first. As Superunkown gets to his feet Becca goes for a diving tackle to his knee, but Superunkown jumps straight into the air, and Becca lands on the mat. Superunkown comes down and lands a hard stomp right into the back of Becca.
Superunknown removes his boot from the back of Becca and charges into the ropes. As Superunkown comes back he drops a big elbow onto the lower back of Becca. Superunknown rolls up, grabs Becca by the hair and pulls her up. Superunkown lifts her up for a big bodyslam, but as he gets Becca up she slides down his back, and lands on her feet. Becca immediately chop blocks to the back of Superunkowns knee and takes him down. *
Markson: Becca Killswitch going low and taking out the leg of the much bigger Superunkown.
Napier: She’s doing exactly what Lights Out will have to do at Winter Wrestlelan, cutting the bigman down to size.
*Becca charges into the ropes, as Superunkown gets up to one knee. Becca charges in, but Superunkown stretches his massive arm out and catches Becca by the throat. Superunkown stands up and delivers a massive chokeslam to Becca. Superunkown drops down on top of Becca for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Big kick by Becca Killswitch.
Napier: If Superunkown had hooked the leg their he would have got the pin.
*Superunkown looks angry and shocked at Ref Wallace who holds up two fingers. Superunkown gets to his feet and begins yelling at Becca to get up as she slowly struggles to her feet. As Becca pushes herself to her knees Superunkown grabs her by the hair. Superunkown begins to yell ay Becca, when Becca slams a hard hammerfist into the foot of Superunkown.
Superunkown staggers back holding his foot and Becca pushes herself to her feet and charges forward with a basement drop kick to the knee of Superunkown, knocking his leg from under him and causing him to fall on his face. Becca rolls to her feet as Superunkown begins pushing himself up. As Superunkown begins getting up, Becca is quick off the ropes and catches Superunkown with a spinning neckbreaker. *
Markson: Some innovative offense in smashing the toe, has led Becca Killswitch to a big comeback.
Napier: You ever smash your toe Mark? It certainly does hurt.
*Becca rolls up and sees Superunkown starting to get up to his feet. Becca grabs Superunkown and whips him toward the ropes, but Superunkown reverses and sends Becca into the ropes. As Becca comes off the ropes Superunkown goes for a yakuza kick, but Becca ducks under and stops.
Superunkown spins around into Becca’s Thick Kick (spinning side kick to the stomach set up for Kill Shot), but Superunkown catches her foot. Superunkown throws Becca’s foot down and slames a clothesline from hall right into her chest, causing her to backflip from the impact. *
Markson: OH, MY!!!
Napier: Looks like someone in the third row got that head after all.
*Superunkown waste no time in pulling Becca up and spinning her into position for the Deathknell (Sit-out Tombstone Piledriver), and spikes Becca on her head with great impact. Superunkown rolls over on top of Becca for the pin and hooks the leg. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… SUPERUNKOWN!!!
Markson: Superunkown with a very impressive win.
Napier: I’m predicting right now that we are going to see new Duos champions at Winter Wrestleland 2024.
Markson: I don’t know about that one Nick. Lights Out have overcome the odds more than once.
Napier: NO! Ava Arthur has overcome the odds, Alesia Angelo has been the weak link.
Markson: OH, STOP IT!!!
*There’s an… uncertain reaction as the hulking giant’s arm is raised, standing over his beaten foe. Some cheers, more jeers, a few even shocked into silence by the statement made tonight.*
Napier: What a win! Ava and Alessia must be quaking in their boots backstage. Give up now, ladies, save yourself the pain!
*But suddenly, cutting into the celebrations - the lights turn gold, and the arena erupts with cheers.*
Markson: Scared, Nick? You don’t know our Duos champs!
*And here they are - Ava swaggering onto the stage, belt around her waist, gleaming in the light, swinging a microphone in her hand. Alessia a couple of paces behind, hers over her shoulder, staring daggers at the triumphant beast in the ring. Shoulder to shoulder, they stop at the edge of the ramp, as Superunknown stares back and Becca Killswitch rolls slowly out of the ring.
Ava holds his gaze for a second… then smirks and starts clapping, slowly, then raises the mic. *
AVA: Nicely done, big boy. Really looked good against that rookie. Hey, you can even beat people who you haven’t jumped in a back corridor.
Napier: What a win! Ava and Alessia must be quaking in their boots backstage. Give up now, ladies, save yourself the pain!
*But suddenly, cutting into the celebrations - the lights turn gold, and the arena erupts with cheers.*
Markson: Scared, Nick? You don’t know our Duos champs!
*And here they are - Ava swaggering onto the stage, belt around her waist, gleaming in the light, swinging a microphone in her hand. Alessia a couple of paces behind, hers over her shoulder, staring daggers at the triumphant beast in the ring. Shoulder to shoulder, they stop at the edge of the ramp, as Superunknown stares back and Becca Killswitch rolls slowly out of the ring.
Ava holds his gaze for a second… then smirks and starts clapping, slowly, then raises the mic. *
AVA: Nicely done, big boy. Really looked good against that rookie. Hey, you can even beat people who you haven’t jumped in a back corridor.
*Brushing up her hair, she reveals a purple welt just behind one ear, and the smile hardens a little.*
AVA: I haven’t forgotten that one, in case you were wondering. You hit me hard, and you cost Alessia here the match against your little friend.
*She collars her partner, affectionately, but Alessia doesn’t stop looking him dead in the eyes.*
AVA: You know, some part of me is kinda glad she lost. ‘Cause now I get to pay you back in person. You’re going to get so close to these titles, so close to being top of the bill… then we’re going to kick your bloody heads in. And this time around I know you’re coming, and I’m going to make it painful.
*A moment of silence, the threat echoing around the arena… then Alessia steps past her, takes the mic and begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. There’s a hush in the crowd.*
ALESSIA: I made a mistake. I underestimated you. Both of you. I assumed you were all bark, no bite.
*Ava watches, smiling, as Alessia closes the distance, but there’s no smile on the latter’s face. Just a cold anger, burning in her eyes, the anger of a woman who’s been questioned, doubted, mocked, one too many times. *
ALESSIA: And I lost. And now you both, at Winter Wrestleland, are going to be our next great test.
*She arrives at the apron, and at last, Ava starts moving to join her, pacing down the ramp like a tiger on the hunt.*
ALESSIA: We’re no fools. We know champions have to earn their titles. I thought you wouldn’t be enough of a test. I was wrong. You’ll be perfect. The perfect fodder for us to snap in half and leave broken and bloody in our wake. Strong. But not quite strong enough.
*Ava joins her… and in a smooth, deadly movement, the Duos champs slip into the ring. Ava leans back against the ropes, cockily, as Alessia still doesn’t break eye contact. Still barely even blinks. Cold fury holding her body stiff and taut as steel.*
ALESSIA: I’m going to put you on your knees. Little hero, you will beg for mercy, and none will come.
*Ava plucks the microphone from Alessia’s hands and throws it at him, contemptuous.*
AVA: Go ahead. Scare us.
*Jeremy The Wicked jumps the guardrail near the ring and slides into the ring behind Superunknown.*
Superunknown: Well, well, ladies. How nice of you to grace us all with your presence. You know, I was wondering what it was going to take to get your attention. I mean to really capture it. I see you two are ready for a fight now and well... like I said, we're ready to give one to you and as much as I would love to stand here in this ring and address every little thing you just said, I really would... but the thing is about the Rogues' Gallery is, we aren't known for being particularly long winded. We aren't so much men of words, but men of action.
*Superunknown holds his arms out to his sides, smiling.*
Superunknown: So as much as I'd like to tell you two to go stick your arrogant bullshit up your asses, as much as I'd like to tell you two that your days as champions are numbered, and as much as I'd like to let the little attack dog here know I don't have an issue putting her down. Do you have an issue with that Jeremy?
*Superunknown looks back at his partner, who shakes his head.*
Superunknown: Didn't think so... as much as we'd like to get into all of that and then some. We'd rather just let our actions speak for us.
*Superunknown takes a swing at Alessia, who ducks under the punch and steps forward, clocking Jeremy in the face. He steps back a few steps but doesn't go down. Ava rushes at Superunknown hitting him with a flurry of punches that Superunknown just shrugs off. He catches her with a tomahawk chop and hoists her up over his head, holding her high in the air and tosses her over the top rope. Ava tumbles out to the floor as Superunknown rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair, he slides back into the ring as Alessia is pulling Jeremy up to his feet, Alessia attempts to grapple JTW, but he reverses and then hits Alessia with a sudden Gorilla Press Slam!
Jeremy pulls a stunned Alessia to her feet as Superunknown laughs and yells out. *
Superunknown: YOUR TURN!
*He brings the chair down smashing it over Ava's head. She crumples to the mat. The Rogues' Gallery rolls out of the ring and walk backward up the aisle way to the ramp surveying and proud of the havoc they have wreaked. Groggily, Ava gets to her feet and stares back at the challengers, defiant. But in the ring her partner doesn't move, slumped over, stunned still as “Si Senor” by Control Machete plays again and the crowd boos loudly, expecting The Malvados to come out this time vs. their former foes. *
Markson: Okay now this makes more sense, The Malvados coming after the current Duos Champions!
Napier: Yes this is better, come claim what belongs to you boys!
*The music plays for a while and Lights Out is ready for a fight but no one comes out. The music fades away and the TPW logo returns to the Terrytron. Everyone is once again left confused as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
AVA: I haven’t forgotten that one, in case you were wondering. You hit me hard, and you cost Alessia here the match against your little friend.
*She collars her partner, affectionately, but Alessia doesn’t stop looking him dead in the eyes.*
AVA: You know, some part of me is kinda glad she lost. ‘Cause now I get to pay you back in person. You’re going to get so close to these titles, so close to being top of the bill… then we’re going to kick your bloody heads in. And this time around I know you’re coming, and I’m going to make it painful.
*A moment of silence, the threat echoing around the arena… then Alessia steps past her, takes the mic and begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. There’s a hush in the crowd.*
ALESSIA: I made a mistake. I underestimated you. Both of you. I assumed you were all bark, no bite.
*Ava watches, smiling, as Alessia closes the distance, but there’s no smile on the latter’s face. Just a cold anger, burning in her eyes, the anger of a woman who’s been questioned, doubted, mocked, one too many times. *
ALESSIA: And I lost. And now you both, at Winter Wrestleland, are going to be our next great test.
*She arrives at the apron, and at last, Ava starts moving to join her, pacing down the ramp like a tiger on the hunt.*
ALESSIA: We’re no fools. We know champions have to earn their titles. I thought you wouldn’t be enough of a test. I was wrong. You’ll be perfect. The perfect fodder for us to snap in half and leave broken and bloody in our wake. Strong. But not quite strong enough.
*Ava joins her… and in a smooth, deadly movement, the Duos champs slip into the ring. Ava leans back against the ropes, cockily, as Alessia still doesn’t break eye contact. Still barely even blinks. Cold fury holding her body stiff and taut as steel.*
ALESSIA: I’m going to put you on your knees. Little hero, you will beg for mercy, and none will come.
*Ava plucks the microphone from Alessia’s hands and throws it at him, contemptuous.*
AVA: Go ahead. Scare us.
*Jeremy The Wicked jumps the guardrail near the ring and slides into the ring behind Superunknown.*
Superunknown: Well, well, ladies. How nice of you to grace us all with your presence. You know, I was wondering what it was going to take to get your attention. I mean to really capture it. I see you two are ready for a fight now and well... like I said, we're ready to give one to you and as much as I would love to stand here in this ring and address every little thing you just said, I really would... but the thing is about the Rogues' Gallery is, we aren't known for being particularly long winded. We aren't so much men of words, but men of action.
*Superunknown holds his arms out to his sides, smiling.*
Superunknown: So as much as I'd like to tell you two to go stick your arrogant bullshit up your asses, as much as I'd like to tell you two that your days as champions are numbered, and as much as I'd like to let the little attack dog here know I don't have an issue putting her down. Do you have an issue with that Jeremy?
*Superunknown looks back at his partner, who shakes his head.*
Superunknown: Didn't think so... as much as we'd like to get into all of that and then some. We'd rather just let our actions speak for us.
*Superunknown takes a swing at Alessia, who ducks under the punch and steps forward, clocking Jeremy in the face. He steps back a few steps but doesn't go down. Ava rushes at Superunknown hitting him with a flurry of punches that Superunknown just shrugs off. He catches her with a tomahawk chop and hoists her up over his head, holding her high in the air and tosses her over the top rope. Ava tumbles out to the floor as Superunknown rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair, he slides back into the ring as Alessia is pulling Jeremy up to his feet, Alessia attempts to grapple JTW, but he reverses and then hits Alessia with a sudden Gorilla Press Slam!
Jeremy pulls a stunned Alessia to her feet as Superunknown laughs and yells out. *
Superunknown: YOUR TURN!
*He brings the chair down smashing it over Ava's head. She crumples to the mat. The Rogues' Gallery rolls out of the ring and walk backward up the aisle way to the ramp surveying and proud of the havoc they have wreaked. Groggily, Ava gets to her feet and stares back at the challengers, defiant. But in the ring her partner doesn't move, slumped over, stunned still as “Si Senor” by Control Machete plays again and the crowd boos loudly, expecting The Malvados to come out this time vs. their former foes. *
Markson: Okay now this makes more sense, The Malvados coming after the current Duos Champions!
Napier: Yes this is better, come claim what belongs to you boys!
*The music plays for a while and Lights Out is ready for a fight but no one comes out. The music fades away and the TPW logo returns to the Terrytron. Everyone is once again left confused as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring to introduce the next match. *
Cotton: The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit. Introducing first, standing 6’7” and weighing 265 lbs, from Yakima, Washington, here is Zolton!!
*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 had a dream match on our Black Friday episode, as he fought the International Champion, Peter Vaughn, to a 60-minute Draw. It was an unbelievable contest, full of so many sensational moments!
Napier: The most important of which was Vaughn walking out with the championship intact.
Markson: Maybe, but Vaughn may never be the same after that match. We’ll have to see if Aguero fares any better here tonight.
Cotton: His opponent, standing 5’7” and weighing 132 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, here is “The War Queen” Leah Aguero!!
*The lights fall down in the arena and Becky G’s “Green Light Go” immediately kicks in drawing boos from the crowd.*
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't Fudge with me
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't Fudge with me
*The War Queen Leah Aguero makes her way out to the stage bobbing her head along to the beat as she soaks in the crowds’ disdain for her. At the top of the ramp, Leah throws up her all too familiar War Queen W pose before flipping off the fans in attendance.
The jeers grow as Leah makes her way down the ramp way towards the ring. She ignores them all as she rolls in under the bottom rope and goes straight to taking a seat in the corner resting on the bottom turnbuckle.*
Markson: Aguero has made quite an impact since returning to TPW.
Napier: As befitting a member of the Cabal.
Markson: I’m not sure she’s concerned about the Cabal at the moment, Nick. She’s more focused on getting the Prestige Title from Andrea Hernandez.
Napier: … Which would be for the Cabal.
Markson: No, I think it’d mainly be for the War Queen.
*As the bell sounds, the referee, Villano 16, finishes his check of Aguero, then turns back to Zolton. He checks over Z, making sure there are no hidden blades anywhere. Villano 16 looks almost disappointed not to find anything. He nods, as Zolton looks frustrated at the delay. He starts to turn… and Aguero kicks him in the side of the knee, causing Zolton to fall against the ropes with one arm! Zolton, in pain, struggles to get up, but Aguero’s got her target set, kicking again and again at the injured knee, as if wanting to knock Zolton’s leg clean off of him! Zolton manages to push himself up, shoving Aguero backwards and sending her rolling. But Aguero pops right back up and charges in again, diving into Zolton’s knee with a chop block that sends him crashing backwards to the mat, clutching at his leg!*
Markson: Aguero is doing her best to handicap her opponent right from the beginning!!
Napier: The War Queen knows how to tear down any man, large or small, and she’s going to prove it again tonight!
*With Zolton still struggling to get up, Aguero drops a knee right on his injured leg, doing more damage. Zolton, grimacing, ignores the pain and uses the ropes, rising up. As Aguero comes in again, leaping in with another kick, Zolton steps forward on his good leg and meets her, catching Aguero and throwing her down with a one-armed slam! Aguero rolls away, as Zolton takes a few weak steps on his leg, using the ropes for support. He’s trying to shake some feeling back into it, as it’s clearly been damaged. He limps over towards Aguero, picking her up… and Aguero immediately kicks the leg again, freeing her from Zolton’s grasp. Aguero then leaps up with a front dropkick, knocking Zolton back into the corner. As he leans there, Aguero steps in, attacking him with a series of forearm smashes, working the larger man over.
Sensing the opportunity for complete control, Aguero works to force Zolton’s injured leg into the ropes, tangling it between the middle and lower rope. She then stomps away on it, as Zolton struggles to free himself. Aguero grins, enjoying the carnage, but her smile is wiped away when Zolton grabs her by the hair and yanks her back, before physically sending her flipping over the top rope to the floor!! Aguero takes a rough tumble, hitting the apron on the way down, before laying out on the ground. This gives Zolton the time to free his leg, dragging it out from the ropes. He limps to the side, really feeling the pain now, as Villano 16 turns towards the ropes and begins counting, waiting to see if Aguero can get back in.*
Markson: That was a nasty bump on Leah Aguero! Can she make it back in?
Napier: She has to! The Cabal needs another victory right now!
Markson: If Zolton just waits, he might get a countout… but it doesn’t look like he’s going to wait.
*Indeed, as the referee’s count reaches 5, Zolton has already stepped through the ropes and is carefully getting down to the floor via the steps. He limps over to Aguero, who is starting to get up, and grabs her from behind. Aguero pulls free, swinging away with a shot across Zolton’s chest. Zolton takes the hit, then swings back himself with a series of MMA punches, driving Aguero backwards! He then uses the apron to his advantage, leaning on it as he quickly lifts Aguero up into the air, before suplexing her back to the outside mats!! Villano 16 is up to 8 now, as the fans wait to see if this one’s over. But Zolton is able to grab Aguero and pull her up, throwing her back into the ring! He follows, beating the count himself to keep this one still going.
As Aguero gets to her feet, Zolton moves towards her, grabbing her by the throat. He leans in, telling her that Vaughn may have gotten away, but she won’t be so lucky. He then starts to lift Aguero in the air, but this time his leg gives way, causing him to hesitate. Aguero takes full advantage, as she’s Going Savage with a series of Muay Thai knee strikes!! Zolton is bent over from the assault, stunned, allowing Aguero to immediately turn and go to the ropes, coming back with an incredible leaping axe kick to the back of Zolton’s head!! Z goes down hard, knocked senseless, as Aguero is immediately working to get him turned over. She makes the cover, hanging on tightly as Villano 16 moves into position.
One…
Two…
But Zolton throws Aguero off of him, staying in the match!*
Napier: Aguero’s game plan is working to perfection!
Markson: It’s been quite effective, Nick, but Zolton’s not done yet, judging by how far he just tossed Leah away from him.
Napier: Just a temporary setback, the War Queen is going to go right back on the offensive!
*Aguero doesn’t waste any time, as she lands a couple more kicks on Zolton, stalling his return to his feet. Aguero then grabs him by the head, spinning him back to the canvas with a modified neckbreaker! Rather than going for the pin, though, Aguero readjusts Zolton, then turns to the ropes. She hops over Zolton, getting some momentum, before leaping up on the ropes and springboarding off of them for a moonsault! She flies down on Zolton, landing on him… and getting caught by the throat once again!! Zolton sits up, then gets to his feet, hanging onto the War Queen with the fury burning away in his eyes. Aguero, in an attempt to break free, swings her arm around at Zolton, but this just causes her to be turned around, as Zolton releases his grip, only to lock onto Aguero from behind and lift her up, landing the Smite (Full Nelson Slam)!!!! The crowd pops on the move, as Zolton painfully drops down for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH-and Aguero gets a kick out, keeping this contest going. Zolton immediately grabs Aguero in an Anaconda Vise submission, knowing that he’s got a better chance keeping both of them grounded for now. He has a tight grip on, as Aguero kicks her legs, fighting valiantly to get herself free. Villano 16 comes around, checking on her, wanting to know if the War Queen is going to tap out, but even though we can’t see Aguero’s responses, it’s clear she’s still fighting. Zolton pulls up on the move, tightening his grip as he shifts his arm tighter around Aguero’s neck… and the referee is suddenly calling for the break, beginning a five count! Zolton, surprised and more than a little pissed, finally releases it at 4 9/10ths, getting to his feet to confront the referee.*
Markson: That was unexpected.
Napier: But it was the right call, good job, Villano 16!
Markson: You just say that because he helped a member of the Cabal.
Napier: No, seriously! Aguero managed to pull her arm mostly free, which meant that Zolton’s move became more of a choke hold.
Markson: I don’t know, that’s still suspicious…
Napier: You really think Villano 16, of all people, would be part of the Cabal?
Markson: … Okay, you’ve made your point.
*Zolton and Villano 16 have been going at it heatedly, with the dangerous referee not backing down as he tells Zolton to let out his aggression on his opponent. Zolton seems to consider taking the ref out, but finally opts to limp back over to Aguero, grabbing her and pulling the War Queen to her feet. He gives her a kick in the gut, doubling her over, before grabbing hold and preparing for Welcome To The Gates!! But the crucifix powerbomb is blocked as Aguero once again goes back to the bad knee, breaking free of Zolton’s grip! As Zolton stumbles in a circle, his leg likely feeling like it’s been set on fire at this point, Aguero snaps off a roundhouse kick that lands perfectly, knocking Zolton to the mat!
Seeing this, the War Queen turns and heads for the corner, quickly scaling herself upwards and getting into position. She looks down at Zolton, shaking her head as if seeing them as unequal. She sets herself and leaps, flying down at Zolton with Leah Rising (corkscrew moonsault), crashing down on top of him!! The move lands right on target, with Aguero managing to shift her weight back onto Zolton after impact for the cover. Villano 16 slides into place, making the count…
One…
Two…
THR-NO!! Zolton kicks out!*
Napier: And it’s over!
Markson: You’re seeing things again, Nick! Zolton kicked out!
Napier: Damn it!! What does it take to keep Zolton’s shoulders on the mat? Does Aguero need to break out a nail gun or something??
Markson: … It’s not that kind of match…
*Both wrestlers are working to get back up, with Aguero looking disappointed that Leah Rising wasn’t the end of this one. She moves to the side, stomping her foot, preparing for the End Game (Punk Kick)! But as Aguero comes forward, Zolton suddenly pops up, catching her and delivering a side slam!! Zolton rolls away after impact, clutching at his injured leg, as Aguero lays there, the air knocked out of her. The fans are split in this one, with some cheering on both wrestlers, while others are steadfast against either of them winning. They just like to see the violence. Back in the ring, Zolton drags himself to his feet, his leg seemingly barely wanting to support his weight.
Z manages to walk over to Aguero, grabbing her on the way up. He angrily sets her up, using adrenaline to fuel him, and then goes for Welcome To The Gates again, lifting her up into a crucifix position… and his leg gives out, with Aguero dropping behind him and latching onto his head, landing a spinning neckbreaker variation to plant him on the back of his head!! With Zolton down, Aguero rolls on top of him, putting an arm across his throat for the cover. Villano 16 accepts it, making the count…
One…
Two…
THR-and Zolton barely manages to escape!*
Markson: Once again, Zolton survives, although his brain has to be rocking after that drop!
Napier: I think Zolton’s made a huge mistake…
Markson: What are you talking about?
Napier: His kicking out has made The War Queen angry!
*Looking furious, Aguero gets back to her feet, watching as Zolton manages to turn himself over on his stomach. He starts to rise up, pushing up with his hands… and Aguero rushes in, smashing into the side of Zolton’s skull with the End Game!!! The kick drops Zolton to the mat, where he just lays there, stunned. Villano 16, having seen this move before, steps forward for the count, but Aguero isn’t going for the pin. She moves back to the corner, looking like she’s set to make an example of Zolton, and to give Andrea Hernandez nightmares for several nights. Zolton, somehow, is still stirring, showing his resiliency once again.
But as Zolton slowly tries to pull himself up, the War Queen is waiting, tensed up, and ready to strike. As soon as Zolton’s head gets high enough, Aguero comes in again… for a SECOND End Game!!! Zolton’s now not moving, laying on the canvas, as Aguero rolls him over with her boot. She drops for the cover, putting her hands on Zolton’s chest, as Villano 16 finally gets to make his count.*
One…
*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 had a dream match on our Black Friday episode, as he fought the International Champion, Peter Vaughn, to a 60-minute Draw. It was an unbelievable contest, full of so many sensational moments!
Napier: The most important of which was Vaughn walking out with the championship intact.
Markson: Maybe, but Vaughn may never be the same after that match. We’ll have to see if Aguero fares any better here tonight.
Cotton: His opponent, standing 5’7” and weighing 132 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, here is “The War Queen” Leah Aguero!!
*The lights fall down in the arena and Becky G’s “Green Light Go” immediately kicks in drawing boos from the crowd.*
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't Fudge with me
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't Fudge with me
*The War Queen Leah Aguero makes her way out to the stage bobbing her head along to the beat as she soaks in the crowds’ disdain for her. At the top of the ramp, Leah throws up her all too familiar War Queen W pose before flipping off the fans in attendance.
The jeers grow as Leah makes her way down the ramp way towards the ring. She ignores them all as she rolls in under the bottom rope and goes straight to taking a seat in the corner resting on the bottom turnbuckle.*
Markson: Aguero has made quite an impact since returning to TPW.
Napier: As befitting a member of the Cabal.
Markson: I’m not sure she’s concerned about the Cabal at the moment, Nick. She’s more focused on getting the Prestige Title from Andrea Hernandez.
Napier: … Which would be for the Cabal.
Markson: No, I think it’d mainly be for the War Queen.
*As the bell sounds, the referee, Villano 16, finishes his check of Aguero, then turns back to Zolton. He checks over Z, making sure there are no hidden blades anywhere. Villano 16 looks almost disappointed not to find anything. He nods, as Zolton looks frustrated at the delay. He starts to turn… and Aguero kicks him in the side of the knee, causing Zolton to fall against the ropes with one arm! Zolton, in pain, struggles to get up, but Aguero’s got her target set, kicking again and again at the injured knee, as if wanting to knock Zolton’s leg clean off of him! Zolton manages to push himself up, shoving Aguero backwards and sending her rolling. But Aguero pops right back up and charges in again, diving into Zolton’s knee with a chop block that sends him crashing backwards to the mat, clutching at his leg!*
Markson: Aguero is doing her best to handicap her opponent right from the beginning!!
Napier: The War Queen knows how to tear down any man, large or small, and she’s going to prove it again tonight!
*With Zolton still struggling to get up, Aguero drops a knee right on his injured leg, doing more damage. Zolton, grimacing, ignores the pain and uses the ropes, rising up. As Aguero comes in again, leaping in with another kick, Zolton steps forward on his good leg and meets her, catching Aguero and throwing her down with a one-armed slam! Aguero rolls away, as Zolton takes a few weak steps on his leg, using the ropes for support. He’s trying to shake some feeling back into it, as it’s clearly been damaged. He limps over towards Aguero, picking her up… and Aguero immediately kicks the leg again, freeing her from Zolton’s grasp. Aguero then leaps up with a front dropkick, knocking Zolton back into the corner. As he leans there, Aguero steps in, attacking him with a series of forearm smashes, working the larger man over.
Sensing the opportunity for complete control, Aguero works to force Zolton’s injured leg into the ropes, tangling it between the middle and lower rope. She then stomps away on it, as Zolton struggles to free himself. Aguero grins, enjoying the carnage, but her smile is wiped away when Zolton grabs her by the hair and yanks her back, before physically sending her flipping over the top rope to the floor!! Aguero takes a rough tumble, hitting the apron on the way down, before laying out on the ground. This gives Zolton the time to free his leg, dragging it out from the ropes. He limps to the side, really feeling the pain now, as Villano 16 turns towards the ropes and begins counting, waiting to see if Aguero can get back in.*
Markson: That was a nasty bump on Leah Aguero! Can she make it back in?
Napier: She has to! The Cabal needs another victory right now!
Markson: If Zolton just waits, he might get a countout… but it doesn’t look like he’s going to wait.
*Indeed, as the referee’s count reaches 5, Zolton has already stepped through the ropes and is carefully getting down to the floor via the steps. He limps over to Aguero, who is starting to get up, and grabs her from behind. Aguero pulls free, swinging away with a shot across Zolton’s chest. Zolton takes the hit, then swings back himself with a series of MMA punches, driving Aguero backwards! He then uses the apron to his advantage, leaning on it as he quickly lifts Aguero up into the air, before suplexing her back to the outside mats!! Villano 16 is up to 8 now, as the fans wait to see if this one’s over. But Zolton is able to grab Aguero and pull her up, throwing her back into the ring! He follows, beating the count himself to keep this one still going.
As Aguero gets to her feet, Zolton moves towards her, grabbing her by the throat. He leans in, telling her that Vaughn may have gotten away, but she won’t be so lucky. He then starts to lift Aguero in the air, but this time his leg gives way, causing him to hesitate. Aguero takes full advantage, as she’s Going Savage with a series of Muay Thai knee strikes!! Zolton is bent over from the assault, stunned, allowing Aguero to immediately turn and go to the ropes, coming back with an incredible leaping axe kick to the back of Zolton’s head!! Z goes down hard, knocked senseless, as Aguero is immediately working to get him turned over. She makes the cover, hanging on tightly as Villano 16 moves into position.
One…
Two…
But Zolton throws Aguero off of him, staying in the match!*
Napier: Aguero’s game plan is working to perfection!
Markson: It’s been quite effective, Nick, but Zolton’s not done yet, judging by how far he just tossed Leah away from him.
Napier: Just a temporary setback, the War Queen is going to go right back on the offensive!
*Aguero doesn’t waste any time, as she lands a couple more kicks on Zolton, stalling his return to his feet. Aguero then grabs him by the head, spinning him back to the canvas with a modified neckbreaker! Rather than going for the pin, though, Aguero readjusts Zolton, then turns to the ropes. She hops over Zolton, getting some momentum, before leaping up on the ropes and springboarding off of them for a moonsault! She flies down on Zolton, landing on him… and getting caught by the throat once again!! Zolton sits up, then gets to his feet, hanging onto the War Queen with the fury burning away in his eyes. Aguero, in an attempt to break free, swings her arm around at Zolton, but this just causes her to be turned around, as Zolton releases his grip, only to lock onto Aguero from behind and lift her up, landing the Smite (Full Nelson Slam)!!!! The crowd pops on the move, as Zolton painfully drops down for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH-and Aguero gets a kick out, keeping this contest going. Zolton immediately grabs Aguero in an Anaconda Vise submission, knowing that he’s got a better chance keeping both of them grounded for now. He has a tight grip on, as Aguero kicks her legs, fighting valiantly to get herself free. Villano 16 comes around, checking on her, wanting to know if the War Queen is going to tap out, but even though we can’t see Aguero’s responses, it’s clear she’s still fighting. Zolton pulls up on the move, tightening his grip as he shifts his arm tighter around Aguero’s neck… and the referee is suddenly calling for the break, beginning a five count! Zolton, surprised and more than a little pissed, finally releases it at 4 9/10ths, getting to his feet to confront the referee.*
Markson: That was unexpected.
Napier: But it was the right call, good job, Villano 16!
Markson: You just say that because he helped a member of the Cabal.
Napier: No, seriously! Aguero managed to pull her arm mostly free, which meant that Zolton’s move became more of a choke hold.
Markson: I don’t know, that’s still suspicious…
Napier: You really think Villano 16, of all people, would be part of the Cabal?
Markson: … Okay, you’ve made your point.
*Zolton and Villano 16 have been going at it heatedly, with the dangerous referee not backing down as he tells Zolton to let out his aggression on his opponent. Zolton seems to consider taking the ref out, but finally opts to limp back over to Aguero, grabbing her and pulling the War Queen to her feet. He gives her a kick in the gut, doubling her over, before grabbing hold and preparing for Welcome To The Gates!! But the crucifix powerbomb is blocked as Aguero once again goes back to the bad knee, breaking free of Zolton’s grip! As Zolton stumbles in a circle, his leg likely feeling like it’s been set on fire at this point, Aguero snaps off a roundhouse kick that lands perfectly, knocking Zolton to the mat!
Seeing this, the War Queen turns and heads for the corner, quickly scaling herself upwards and getting into position. She looks down at Zolton, shaking her head as if seeing them as unequal. She sets herself and leaps, flying down at Zolton with Leah Rising (corkscrew moonsault), crashing down on top of him!! The move lands right on target, with Aguero managing to shift her weight back onto Zolton after impact for the cover. Villano 16 slides into place, making the count…
One…
Two…
THR-NO!! Zolton kicks out!*
Napier: And it’s over!
Markson: You’re seeing things again, Nick! Zolton kicked out!
Napier: Damn it!! What does it take to keep Zolton’s shoulders on the mat? Does Aguero need to break out a nail gun or something??
Markson: … It’s not that kind of match…
*Both wrestlers are working to get back up, with Aguero looking disappointed that Leah Rising wasn’t the end of this one. She moves to the side, stomping her foot, preparing for the End Game (Punk Kick)! But as Aguero comes forward, Zolton suddenly pops up, catching her and delivering a side slam!! Zolton rolls away after impact, clutching at his injured leg, as Aguero lays there, the air knocked out of her. The fans are split in this one, with some cheering on both wrestlers, while others are steadfast against either of them winning. They just like to see the violence. Back in the ring, Zolton drags himself to his feet, his leg seemingly barely wanting to support his weight.
Z manages to walk over to Aguero, grabbing her on the way up. He angrily sets her up, using adrenaline to fuel him, and then goes for Welcome To The Gates again, lifting her up into a crucifix position… and his leg gives out, with Aguero dropping behind him and latching onto his head, landing a spinning neckbreaker variation to plant him on the back of his head!! With Zolton down, Aguero rolls on top of him, putting an arm across his throat for the cover. Villano 16 accepts it, making the count…
One…
Two…
THR-and Zolton barely manages to escape!*
Markson: Once again, Zolton survives, although his brain has to be rocking after that drop!
Napier: I think Zolton’s made a huge mistake…
Markson: What are you talking about?
Napier: His kicking out has made The War Queen angry!
*Looking furious, Aguero gets back to her feet, watching as Zolton manages to turn himself over on his stomach. He starts to rise up, pushing up with his hands… and Aguero rushes in, smashing into the side of Zolton’s skull with the End Game!!! The kick drops Zolton to the mat, where he just lays there, stunned. Villano 16, having seen this move before, steps forward for the count, but Aguero isn’t going for the pin. She moves back to the corner, looking like she’s set to make an example of Zolton, and to give Andrea Hernandez nightmares for several nights. Zolton, somehow, is still stirring, showing his resiliency once again.
But as Zolton slowly tries to pull himself up, the War Queen is waiting, tensed up, and ready to strike. As soon as Zolton’s head gets high enough, Aguero comes in again… for a SECOND End Game!!! Zolton’s now not moving, laying on the canvas, as Aguero rolls him over with her boot. She drops for the cover, putting her hands on Zolton’s chest, as Villano 16 finally gets to make his count.*
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Cotton: Here is your winner… “The War Queen” Leah Aguero!!
Napier: Yes! A dominating win at the end there by Leah, what a moment for the Cabal!
Markson: I’d say it was a hell of a moment for Leah herself. But also, it was a terrible one for Zolton, as he really got knocked for a loop.
Napier: That’s not important. What matters is that the War Queen is dominant!
*Villano 16 drops down to check on Zolton, who looks pretty dazed. Aguero, for her part, has already left the ring and isn’t looking back, as she walks past the camera and glances at it, nodding as if to say Andrea, you’re next, when suddenly, “Si Senor” by Control Machete begins to play and the crowd boos loudly, expecting the evil empire of The Malvados to come out. *
Markson: And here come The Malvados, to make good on their threat of beating someone up tonight!
Napier: yeah, but who are they going after? Zolton or Leah? Or both?
*The music plays for a while but then no one comes out, the music fades away and the TPW logo returns to the Terrytron. Everyone is left confused again as the screen switches to a pre-recorded segment. *
THREE!!
Cotton: Here is your winner… “The War Queen” Leah Aguero!!
Napier: Yes! A dominating win at the end there by Leah, what a moment for the Cabal!
Markson: I’d say it was a hell of a moment for Leah herself. But also, it was a terrible one for Zolton, as he really got knocked for a loop.
Napier: That’s not important. What matters is that the War Queen is dominant!
*Villano 16 drops down to check on Zolton, who looks pretty dazed. Aguero, for her part, has already left the ring and isn’t looking back, as she walks past the camera and glances at it, nodding as if to say Andrea, you’re next, when suddenly, “Si Senor” by Control Machete begins to play and the crowd boos loudly, expecting the evil empire of The Malvados to come out. *
Markson: And here come The Malvados, to make good on their threat of beating someone up tonight!
Napier: yeah, but who are they going after? Zolton or Leah? Or both?
*The music plays for a while but then no one comes out, the music fades away and the TPW logo returns to the Terrytron. Everyone is left confused again as the screen switches to a pre-recorded segment. *
*A pre-recorded vignette is airing at a ranch in Sedona, Arizona. TPW Prestige Champion Andrea Hernandez is standing in a random, empty spot on the outskirts of said ranch and she’s in a reflective mood at this point. This spot that she is standing on is clearly not something out of the blue or random for her. As a matter of fact, she’s standing in a ring sized, and ring shaped, drawing. *
Andrea Hernandez: There used to be a wrestling ring here…
*Andrea reflects on this for a bit before she continues on. *
Andrea Hernandez: On this very spot, my father’s old wrestling school stood. It was torn down a couple of years ago during a time that I was in pain and was glad to see it go. I obviously regret that now because I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t step into the building that used to be here. I have nothing but memories here. I remember after training, my father would always pull me aside and share with me some memories of his own career and some secrets of what the business is all about. It would take me all night to go through each and every one of those secrets, but one that I remember very well is the warning that he once gave me… that the wrestling business doesn’t give a damn about who you are and will chew you up and spit you out at any moment…
All these years later, I realize how right he was…
I was warned that there were always going to be people that took advantage of me. I was warned that there were always going to be people that were going to say and do whatever it took to drag me down and make me feel like I’m not worth a crap. I was warned that there would be times where I’d be facing uphill battles where I’d have to watch my back because an opponent has friends in high places. These were examples he shared wit me for that warning of being chewed up and spit out…
And where I was before? That’s what happened to me.
It’s been a long road to recover and just to get back to this point that I am at right now and to be on the verge of breaking out and being stronger than I was before. In two weeks, I’ve got one of those uphill battles coming and if I’ve got to overcome the odds, then so be it because that’s what I’ve always done my whole career even going back to my training days in this very spot that I’m standing in right now.
All those times I was told “you can’t make it…”, “you’re worth nothing”, “you’re a fairy tale”, “you’re pathetic”, “you’re a fluke”
All those times in the Indies I was passed up for a major contract before I finally broke through in 2016 because “you’re not tough enough”, “you can’t evolve past your family name” or some stupid excuse that would prevent me from being signed.
In fact, my own father didn’t even want me to become a wrestler. He only relented because I was the only one that was willing and capable of keeping the family prestige alive. Even then, he was REALLY hard on me during my own training… almost as if he was trying to sabotage me to make me quit. But I didn’t. I ended up winning his respect as I rose up the ranks.
Would he be proud of me if he were still alive today? I know he wouldn’t be happy with how deep in the hole I was in at one point. I would like to think he would’ve stuck behind me through it all and everything but considering I brought that all upon myself because I cracked under all of the criticism and hatred I was getting from where I was at before, I can’t say that for sure. But one thing’s for sure… I came here to change the narrative… not necessarily the narrative of TPW, but MY narrative.
It’s HERE where my true destiny lies and I can feel it in my soul. Two weeks from tonight, I’m going to continue to change that narrative…
*With that, Andrea continues to reflect on things in her own thoughts before the vignette fades out to a commercial break. *
Andrea Hernandez: There used to be a wrestling ring here…
*Andrea reflects on this for a bit before she continues on. *
Andrea Hernandez: On this very spot, my father’s old wrestling school stood. It was torn down a couple of years ago during a time that I was in pain and was glad to see it go. I obviously regret that now because I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t step into the building that used to be here. I have nothing but memories here. I remember after training, my father would always pull me aside and share with me some memories of his own career and some secrets of what the business is all about. It would take me all night to go through each and every one of those secrets, but one that I remember very well is the warning that he once gave me… that the wrestling business doesn’t give a damn about who you are and will chew you up and spit you out at any moment…
All these years later, I realize how right he was…
I was warned that there were always going to be people that took advantage of me. I was warned that there were always going to be people that were going to say and do whatever it took to drag me down and make me feel like I’m not worth a crap. I was warned that there would be times where I’d be facing uphill battles where I’d have to watch my back because an opponent has friends in high places. These were examples he shared wit me for that warning of being chewed up and spit out…
And where I was before? That’s what happened to me.
It’s been a long road to recover and just to get back to this point that I am at right now and to be on the verge of breaking out and being stronger than I was before. In two weeks, I’ve got one of those uphill battles coming and if I’ve got to overcome the odds, then so be it because that’s what I’ve always done my whole career even going back to my training days in this very spot that I’m standing in right now.
All those times I was told “you can’t make it…”, “you’re worth nothing”, “you’re a fairy tale”, “you’re pathetic”, “you’re a fluke”
All those times in the Indies I was passed up for a major contract before I finally broke through in 2016 because “you’re not tough enough”, “you can’t evolve past your family name” or some stupid excuse that would prevent me from being signed.
In fact, my own father didn’t even want me to become a wrestler. He only relented because I was the only one that was willing and capable of keeping the family prestige alive. Even then, he was REALLY hard on me during my own training… almost as if he was trying to sabotage me to make me quit. But I didn’t. I ended up winning his respect as I rose up the ranks.
Would he be proud of me if he were still alive today? I know he wouldn’t be happy with how deep in the hole I was in at one point. I would like to think he would’ve stuck behind me through it all and everything but considering I brought that all upon myself because I cracked under all of the criticism and hatred I was getting from where I was at before, I can’t say that for sure. But one thing’s for sure… I came here to change the narrative… not necessarily the narrative of TPW, but MY narrative.
It’s HERE where my true destiny lies and I can feel it in my soul. Two weeks from tonight, I’m going to continue to change that narrative…
*With that, Andrea continues to reflect on things in her own thoughts before the vignette fades out to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in th ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Anchorage, AK, and weighing in at 150lbs, this is SYYYYYYNNNNNNNN!!!
*"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent or licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, hailing from Cape May, NJ, and weighing in at 120lbs, this is KHLOOOOOEEEE COOOOXXXXX!!!
*The arena darkens as the anticipation in the air builds to a crescendo. The opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World begin to play, and the crowd erupts with excitement. As the music picks up, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and Khloe bursts through the curtain with boundless energy and a radiant smile on her face.
[Khloe starts her descent to the ring, high-fiving fans along the barricades with genuine enthusiasm. She takes a moment to dance and sing along with the lyrics, creating an instant connection with the audience.
The crowd sings along with her, creating an electric atmosphere of unity and positivity. Khloe’s infectious spirit spreads like wildfire, as fans of all ages join in the celebration.
As Khloe finally reaches the ring, she hops onto the apron and waves to the fans before gracefully stepping through the ropes. Once inside, she climbs a turnbuckle, still singing along to the song, and points to the crowd, acknowledging their support.
The music fades out as Khloe prepares for her match, her positive energy and fan-friendly persona creating an unforgettable moment of unity between her and the audience.*
Markson: This match should be very interesting.
Napier: Is that a nice way of saying insane? Both these women should have been locked up in that asylum that Night of the Living Dead took place at.
*As the bell sounds the two start by sizing each other up before Synn makes the first move and goes for a lock-up. Khloe meets her with a collar and elbow, but Synn quickly locks in a headlock. Synn has the headlock locked in for a moment before Khloe is able to twist out of it, spinning back around and locking in a hammerlock of her own, but Synn’s too quick, maneuvering her body out of it and into a hammerlock of her own, before switching that to a chicken wing with a face pull, then spinning her around into a front face lock and wrapping her legs around Khloe’s waist, bringing her down with body scissors into a guillotine choke hold, and Khloe panickily scrambles around to find the ropes as Synn wrenches down hard. Right as Khloe is about to reach for the middle rope, though, Synn releases the hold and then drags Khloe by the leg into the head to the middle of the ring, locking in a grounded headlock and then transitioning into a three-quarter facelock as Khloe tries to get her bearings.
Synn, shows great speed and technique as she quickly transitions to her knees, pulling Khloe down with a snapmare and patting her on the head as the crowd goes “Ooooh” and Khloe jumps to her feet, looking frustrated, and maybe a bit embarrassed *
Markson: Synn is demonstrating her great wrestling technique here, and showing that while she might be new to Thunder Pro, she is a veteran in this sport.
Napier: Synn is crazy, but she is good. Guess that makes her crazy good.
*Khloe gives Synn a glare as the two settle on either side of the ring, and then each charges in again meeting in the middle with a collar and elbow tie. A quick back-and-forth exchange of holds leads to Synn Irish whipping Khloe towards the corner and following her at a pace, but Khloeuses the middle rope to jump on and vault back over the incoming Synn, executing a back flip handstand, landing on her feet, and smiling as she shrugs bringing on the cheers from the crowd. *
Markson: Oh, Khloe Cox with some great athleticism. This girl is often overlooked but is no slouch.
Napier: Khloe Cox is crazy too, but a much different crazy than Synn. Like Synn is the kind of crazy that in bed…
Markson: STOP RIGHT THERE NICK!!!
*Synn nods her head and starts applauding Khloe, as the Thunderamanaics in attendance cheer along. Synn and Khloe begin to circle up again when Synn goes for a savage kick to the head. Khloe ducks under, and comes back with a kick to the gut of her own that rocks Synn. Khloe then lands another kick, this time slamming her other shin into Synn’s skull, rocking her with the impact of the kick.
Khloe grabs Synn by the head, charges across the ring, and drops her with a running bulldog. Khloe is on her feet soaking in the cheers from the Hamilton crowd as Synn fights to her feet. Khloe turns to see Synn charging with a clothesline, but Khloe ducks under and catches Synn's arm, then sends her off the ropes with an Irish whip. As Synn comes back Khloe sidesteps into a drop-toe-hold, follows with a little backward roll to get back to her feet, and a big elbow to the back of the head. Khloe comes the offense up as she follows it up with a jumping knee drop to the back of Synn’s head. *
Markson: Khloe Cox is on a roll, I think Synn fired her up with that pat on the head.
Napier: Khloe Cox is looking more impressive than ever before, maybe she is channeling her inner superhero.
*As Synn starts to push Khloe off of her and get to her feet, Khloe hooks Synn’s arm and pulls her into an abdominal stretch as Synn tries fighting up. Synn gets to her feet, but as she does Khloe transitions into a standing abdominal stretch. Synn tries to reach for the ropes, but Khloe continues to apply the pressure, Synn begins punching the leg of Khloe that is grape vining her, slamming her fist into the quad of Khloe, charlie-horsing her muscle. Khloe moves her leg from the grapevine, and Synn immediately hip-tosses Khloe out of the hold.
Synn holds her back trying to recover, while Khloe gets to her feet and quickly charges, looking to nail a running knee, but Synn dodges it, then leaps forward and grabs Khloe from behind in a Russian legsweep, slamming her down to the mat. Khloe cradles her neck upon impact and sits up as Synn runs to the ropes and nails a dropkick to her chest. Synn follows it up with a front facelock, pulling Khoe up, yelling out to the fan with a flourish as she spins around and drops Khloe with a swinging neck breaker, then covers for the pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: Khloe Cox with the strong kickout.
Napier: As tiny as Khloe’s neck is, it has to be easy to break.
*Synn goes right back on the attack, she’s looking for that signature Sharshooper, but Khloe’s wriggling her way out of it, and sends Synn flying back into the turnbuckle with a thud as she kicks her way out of the hold. Synn stager forward right into a small package, and ref Mullet drops for the count.
1…
2…
Synn manages to kick out, but Khloe is right back up, Synn rolls up as well and goes for a haymaker, but Khloe ducks under a wild swinging arm and takes Synn down with a backslide pin.
1…
2…
Kickout!
Napier: With every kick out, Synn is having to expend a lot of energy.
Markson: Synn is a great athlete, I don’t think she’s going to gas out.
*Synn is on her fee and Khloe’s looking for that chokeslam, but Synn spins knocks her hand off, lands on her feet, and nails a hard kick to the stomach of Khloe. Synn quickly hooks the bent-over Khloe and takes her over with a double underhook suplex.
Khloe hits hard, but rolls up holdinger her back, making it to one knee, but is certainly rattled following the impact, and her vision isn’t cleared as Synn charges at her, nailing a shotgun dropkick that sends Khloe crashing backward into the turnbuckle. Synn spreads her arms wide as she pulls Khloe up by the arm, into a seated position, then winds up her free arm and lands a hard lariat in the corner on Khloe. *
Markson: Oh, the thud of that lariat was sickening.
Napier: Normally it’s big beefy boys battering each other like that, not small women.
*Synn waits for Khloe to get to her o get to her feet before she runs to the ropes and goes for another lariat, but Khloe sees it coming, playing possum slightly and pops to her feet and catches Synn by the throat. Synn looks shocked, but before she can act Khloe lifts her up, and delivers a big choke slam. *
Napier: WOW! She actually did it.
Markson: Big time chokeslam from Khloe Cox
*Khloe staggers back into the corner, holding her now red chest. Synn starts rolling to her feet, and as she does Khloe charges out of the corner looking for her Lunatic Lariat, but Synn ducks it and catches Khloe for an exploder suplex. Khloe drops her hips to lower her weight and throws three elbows into the side of Synn’s head, breaking up the suplex attempt.
Khloe grabs Synn’s arm and arm drags Synn. Khloe rolls up to her feet and sees Synn staggering up. Khloe quickly hits the ropes and comes back going for her sliding uppercut, but Syyn drops low and fires off catching Khloe with a spear. Synn staggers to her feet, and pulls Khloe up by the hair, but as she lifts Khloe up, Khloe throws Synn’s hands off her head and lands a hard uppercut staggering Synn. Khloe follows up with by hitting the ropes and coming back with the Lunatic Lariat (a running lariat), as Synn falls, Khloe falls on top of her for the pin. *
1…
2…
3…
Cotton: Here is your winner… KHLOE COX!!!
Markson: Khloe Cox with a huge victory over a great veteran competitor.
Napier: Synn looked impressive tonight, but Khloe Cox was able to pull this one out.
*"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent or licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, hailing from Cape May, NJ, and weighing in at 120lbs, this is KHLOOOOOEEEE COOOOXXXXX!!!
*The arena darkens as the anticipation in the air builds to a crescendo. The opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World begin to play, and the crowd erupts with excitement. As the music picks up, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and Khloe bursts through the curtain with boundless energy and a radiant smile on her face.
[Khloe starts her descent to the ring, high-fiving fans along the barricades with genuine enthusiasm. She takes a moment to dance and sing along with the lyrics, creating an instant connection with the audience.
The crowd sings along with her, creating an electric atmosphere of unity and positivity. Khloe’s infectious spirit spreads like wildfire, as fans of all ages join in the celebration.
As Khloe finally reaches the ring, she hops onto the apron and waves to the fans before gracefully stepping through the ropes. Once inside, she climbs a turnbuckle, still singing along to the song, and points to the crowd, acknowledging their support.
The music fades out as Khloe prepares for her match, her positive energy and fan-friendly persona creating an unforgettable moment of unity between her and the audience.*
Markson: This match should be very interesting.
Napier: Is that a nice way of saying insane? Both these women should have been locked up in that asylum that Night of the Living Dead took place at.
*As the bell sounds the two start by sizing each other up before Synn makes the first move and goes for a lock-up. Khloe meets her with a collar and elbow, but Synn quickly locks in a headlock. Synn has the headlock locked in for a moment before Khloe is able to twist out of it, spinning back around and locking in a hammerlock of her own, but Synn’s too quick, maneuvering her body out of it and into a hammerlock of her own, before switching that to a chicken wing with a face pull, then spinning her around into a front face lock and wrapping her legs around Khloe’s waist, bringing her down with body scissors into a guillotine choke hold, and Khloe panickily scrambles around to find the ropes as Synn wrenches down hard. Right as Khloe is about to reach for the middle rope, though, Synn releases the hold and then drags Khloe by the leg into the head to the middle of the ring, locking in a grounded headlock and then transitioning into a three-quarter facelock as Khloe tries to get her bearings.
Synn, shows great speed and technique as she quickly transitions to her knees, pulling Khloe down with a snapmare and patting her on the head as the crowd goes “Ooooh” and Khloe jumps to her feet, looking frustrated, and maybe a bit embarrassed *
Markson: Synn is demonstrating her great wrestling technique here, and showing that while she might be new to Thunder Pro, she is a veteran in this sport.
Napier: Synn is crazy, but she is good. Guess that makes her crazy good.
*Khloe gives Synn a glare as the two settle on either side of the ring, and then each charges in again meeting in the middle with a collar and elbow tie. A quick back-and-forth exchange of holds leads to Synn Irish whipping Khloe towards the corner and following her at a pace, but Khloeuses the middle rope to jump on and vault back over the incoming Synn, executing a back flip handstand, landing on her feet, and smiling as she shrugs bringing on the cheers from the crowd. *
Markson: Oh, Khloe Cox with some great athleticism. This girl is often overlooked but is no slouch.
Napier: Khloe Cox is crazy too, but a much different crazy than Synn. Like Synn is the kind of crazy that in bed…
Markson: STOP RIGHT THERE NICK!!!
*Synn nods her head and starts applauding Khloe, as the Thunderamanaics in attendance cheer along. Synn and Khloe begin to circle up again when Synn goes for a savage kick to the head. Khloe ducks under, and comes back with a kick to the gut of her own that rocks Synn. Khloe then lands another kick, this time slamming her other shin into Synn’s skull, rocking her with the impact of the kick.
Khloe grabs Synn by the head, charges across the ring, and drops her with a running bulldog. Khloe is on her feet soaking in the cheers from the Hamilton crowd as Synn fights to her feet. Khloe turns to see Synn charging with a clothesline, but Khloe ducks under and catches Synn's arm, then sends her off the ropes with an Irish whip. As Synn comes back Khloe sidesteps into a drop-toe-hold, follows with a little backward roll to get back to her feet, and a big elbow to the back of the head. Khloe comes the offense up as she follows it up with a jumping knee drop to the back of Synn’s head. *
Markson: Khloe Cox is on a roll, I think Synn fired her up with that pat on the head.
Napier: Khloe Cox is looking more impressive than ever before, maybe she is channeling her inner superhero.
*As Synn starts to push Khloe off of her and get to her feet, Khloe hooks Synn’s arm and pulls her into an abdominal stretch as Synn tries fighting up. Synn gets to her feet, but as she does Khloe transitions into a standing abdominal stretch. Synn tries to reach for the ropes, but Khloe continues to apply the pressure, Synn begins punching the leg of Khloe that is grape vining her, slamming her fist into the quad of Khloe, charlie-horsing her muscle. Khloe moves her leg from the grapevine, and Synn immediately hip-tosses Khloe out of the hold.
Synn holds her back trying to recover, while Khloe gets to her feet and quickly charges, looking to nail a running knee, but Synn dodges it, then leaps forward and grabs Khloe from behind in a Russian legsweep, slamming her down to the mat. Khloe cradles her neck upon impact and sits up as Synn runs to the ropes and nails a dropkick to her chest. Synn follows it up with a front facelock, pulling Khoe up, yelling out to the fan with a flourish as she spins around and drops Khloe with a swinging neck breaker, then covers for the pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: Khloe Cox with the strong kickout.
Napier: As tiny as Khloe’s neck is, it has to be easy to break.
*Synn goes right back on the attack, she’s looking for that signature Sharshooper, but Khloe’s wriggling her way out of it, and sends Synn flying back into the turnbuckle with a thud as she kicks her way out of the hold. Synn stager forward right into a small package, and ref Mullet drops for the count.
1…
2…
Synn manages to kick out, but Khloe is right back up, Synn rolls up as well and goes for a haymaker, but Khloe ducks under a wild swinging arm and takes Synn down with a backslide pin.
1…
2…
Kickout!
Napier: With every kick out, Synn is having to expend a lot of energy.
Markson: Synn is a great athlete, I don’t think she’s going to gas out.
*Synn is on her fee and Khloe’s looking for that chokeslam, but Synn spins knocks her hand off, lands on her feet, and nails a hard kick to the stomach of Khloe. Synn quickly hooks the bent-over Khloe and takes her over with a double underhook suplex.
Khloe hits hard, but rolls up holdinger her back, making it to one knee, but is certainly rattled following the impact, and her vision isn’t cleared as Synn charges at her, nailing a shotgun dropkick that sends Khloe crashing backward into the turnbuckle. Synn spreads her arms wide as she pulls Khloe up by the arm, into a seated position, then winds up her free arm and lands a hard lariat in the corner on Khloe. *
Markson: Oh, the thud of that lariat was sickening.
Napier: Normally it’s big beefy boys battering each other like that, not small women.
*Synn waits for Khloe to get to her o get to her feet before she runs to the ropes and goes for another lariat, but Khloe sees it coming, playing possum slightly and pops to her feet and catches Synn by the throat. Synn looks shocked, but before she can act Khloe lifts her up, and delivers a big choke slam. *
Napier: WOW! She actually did it.
Markson: Big time chokeslam from Khloe Cox
*Khloe staggers back into the corner, holding her now red chest. Synn starts rolling to her feet, and as she does Khloe charges out of the corner looking for her Lunatic Lariat, but Synn ducks it and catches Khloe for an exploder suplex. Khloe drops her hips to lower her weight and throws three elbows into the side of Synn’s head, breaking up the suplex attempt.
Khloe grabs Synn’s arm and arm drags Synn. Khloe rolls up to her feet and sees Synn staggering up. Khloe quickly hits the ropes and comes back going for her sliding uppercut, but Syyn drops low and fires off catching Khloe with a spear. Synn staggers to her feet, and pulls Khloe up by the hair, but as she lifts Khloe up, Khloe throws Synn’s hands off her head and lands a hard uppercut staggering Synn. Khloe follows up with by hitting the ropes and coming back with the Lunatic Lariat (a running lariat), as Synn falls, Khloe falls on top of her for the pin. *
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Cotton: Here is your winner… KHLOE COX!!!
Markson: Khloe Cox with a huge victory over a great veteran competitor.
Napier: Synn looked impressive tonight, but Khloe Cox was able to pull this one out.
*Khloe is celebrating her big victory in the ring when “Si Senor” by Control Machete plays for the third time tonight… The crowd boos even louder, not only because it is The Malvados’ music, but this is the third time they have heard it and no one comes out. *
Markson: Their time the charm Napier?
Napier: Nah, The Malvados have no reason for wanting to attack Khloe do they?
Markson: I could have sworn she called them out on the boards….
Napier: What a troll.
*Khloe stands ready to take on the two Malvado brothers, she doesn’t care… The music plays on but no one comes out… The crowd boos again, and just as Khloe throws her hands up as if to say bah, they’re not coming, their lowrider appears from the side of the entrance! The boos get louder now and Khloe quickly runs out of the ring to grab a chair and then slides back in with it. *
Markson: I guess the brothers are coming after Khloe after all! But she has the great equalizer, a steel chair!
Napier: What good is a steel chair against a lowrider?!
*As the lowrider comes to a stop and Paco hits the switches, it begins to jump up and down. Khloe is so focused on the car she doesn’t notice that behind her, the twins have come from the crowd and slid inside the ring! *
Markson: Turn around Khloe! Turn around!
Napier: Or don’t, this is going to be great!
*The Malvados put their index fingers to their mouth and do the universal sign for “shush” as the crowd is doing their best to warn Khloe. She looks at them confused, and then gets nailed in the back of her head with double super kicks! Khloe drops like a sack of bricks and The Malvados begin to put the boots to her with the crowd booing loudly. They then pick her up, and hook her for their “Rompe Cabeza” double brainbuster… which they deliver right on the steel chair! *
Markson: Oh Dear God! They could have just seriously injured Khloe right now! Someone get out here and stop this! Where are the referees? Where are the officials?
Napier: Probably on their break.
*The Malvados lay Khloe on top of the chair now and drag her to the middle of the ring. One of them, let’s say Hector, goes out of the ring to get another chair but also a microphone. He gets back in and places the chair on top of Khloe before addressing the booing crowd. *
Victor: Hey, shut up you!
*More boos, but he ignores them, bending over Khloe and pointing at her. *
Victor: How does the saying go? Careful what you wish for, cuz you might just get it? Well BRUJA, you wanted the Malvados, you got them!
*He tosses the microphone to the side and then together, The Malvados call for their finisher “El Fin”, and despite refs and officials having arrived, none will dare to get in the ring with them as Paco and Vanessa are in front of the entrance way, holding them back with chairs of their own. Both Victor and Hector climb the corner, signal to the crowd but then “This Is My War” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play and the crowd cheers loudly! *
Markson: Here comes the calvary!
Napier: Oh no, what is she doing here?!
*Eavan Maloney rushes out the back with a steel bat in hand. The refs and officials get out of the way and both Paco and Vanessa look at each other and get the hell out of dodge. Eavan slides inside the ring and The Malvados promptly jump down from the turnbuckles and down to the outside. Eavan checks on Khloe while she keeps her eyes on The Malvados who have all regrouped at the entrance and are making their way up the ramp while looking at Eavan and pointing at her. She points back at them with the bat as Khloe starts to come around. *
Markson: Well thank God Eavan showed up because The Malvados could have seriously injured Khloe.
Napier: Ugh I hate party crashers.
Markson: Speaking of party crashers, we have a commercial break coming in to crash this Friday Night Fury party.
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, NV, and weighing in at 220lbs, he is a member of The Mecca, this is AXEEEELLL SHHHAAAAWWWW!!!
*Harder to breathe hits the pasystem with the audience in attendance already giving a negative reflection as Axel Shaw slowly makes his way from behind the curtain, and posing on the top of the steel ramp with an arrogant smirk upon his face he waited a few moments well and the aiduence continued to let him hear it. He begins to slowly make his way down the ramp in no hurry making sure his opponent knows he does things on his own accord.
The crowd is louder. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he rolled underneath the bottom of the ropes and entered into the wrestling ring. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Haling from Los Angeles, CA, and weighing in at 255lbs. He is the number one contender to the American Championship, this is…. MAXWELL MASON STOOOOOONNNEEEE!!!
*The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.
The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.
Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *
Napier: I’m surprised that Stone can compete here tonight after being put through that table earlier in the evening.
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is a warrior in every sense of the word.
Napier: Or an idiot in every sense of the word, take your pick.
*As the bell sounds MMS charges across the ring and takes Shaw down with a hard double leg dripping Shaw to his back. MMS quickly mounts Shaw and begins hammering away with hard right hands. Referee Villano 16 begins counting, and MMS stops at four and pulls Shaw up as he gets off of him. MMS whips Shaw as hard as he can across the ring, throwing his whole body into it, and sending Shaw crashing into the turnbuckles. As Shaw goes in he is going so fast he falls forward and flips over the turnbuckles to a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
Shaw rolls backward onto his feet and is staggering around dazed when MMS grabs Shaw from behind and lifts him for an atomic drop. MMS drops Shaw with an atomic drop, and Shaw staggers around holding his tailbone. As Shaw staggers around, MMS grabs him from behind and launches him across the ring with a release German suplex. *
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is wasting no time in exacting some revenge on Axel Shaw for his attack earlier tonight.
Napier: MMS is looking very 999 right now.
*Shaw pulls himself up in the corner, and as he gets to his feet MMS charges in with a big splash in the corner. MMS immediately hooks Shaw under the arm, takes two steps out of the corner, and launches Shaw across the ring with a massive hip toss. Shaw hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring looking for safety. *
Markson: I thought Axel Shaw was going to hit the lights he got so high on that hip toss.
Napier: Axel Shaw got higher than Chris Page on April twentieth.
*MMS rolls outside of the ring and begins to head for Shaw, but Shaw sees him coming. Shaw takes off running around the ring, and MMS gives chase. Shaw quickly rolls into the ring and as MMS starts to slide in, Shaw goes for an elbow drop, but MMS quickly backs out of the ring and Shaw lands right on the mat.
MMS reaches under the bottom rope and pulls Shaw under it, leaving him dangling on the edge of the apron. MMS slams a hard forearm across the chest of Shaw, and the sound of flesh on flesh slaps through the arena. MMS yanks Shaw out of the ring to the floor, where Shaw lands on his feet. MMS scoops Shaw up onto his shoulder, charges forward, and rams Shaw’s back into the ring post. MMS releases Shaw and Shaw falls to the ground. *
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is fighting like a man possessed tonight.
Napier: Funny choice of words when describing the man who used to go by 999.
*MMS takes a moment to soak in the cheers from the crowd and turns back to Shaw who is pulling himself up by the apron. MMS grabs Shaw by the head when Shaw fires a chop into the chest of MMS. MMS takes a step back and then quickly moves in going for a chop of his own, but Shaw ducks out of the way and MMS’s hand hits the ring post.
MMS turns around into a throat thrust from Shaw that knocks MMS back against the ring post. Shaw immediately grabs the injured hand of MMS, lifts it up, and slams it into the ring steps. MMS crumbles to his knees in pain as Shaw rolls into the ring, and then right back out to break the count of Ref Dizzy Dan.
MMS is picking himself up when Shaw kicks MMS right in the stomach. MMS staggers back against the security railing, and Shaw follows after him with another kick to the stomach that slumps MMS over, Shaw grabs MMS’s injured hand, wrapping his arm over the security railing, and then begins trying to pull MMS’s arm through the rails, as if trying to break MMS’s wrist. *
Markson: Oh come on referee, Axel Shaw is trying to permanently injure Stone.
Napier: Of course he is. Axel Shaw is making sure Maxwell Mason Stone is handicapped going into Winter Wrestleland.
*Referee Dizzy Dan has exited the ring and threatens to disqualify Stone if he doesn’t release the arm of Stone. Shaw releases the arm of MMS, but fires a hard right hand to the jaw of MMS. Shaw grabs Stone by the head and rolls him into the ring.
Shaw rolls into the ring, turns, grabs the top rope, launches himself into the air after springing off the bottom rope, and comes down with a hard stomp onto the hand of MMS. MMS rolls across the ring in agony, clutching at his hand, as Shaw stalks over him. MMS rolls to his knees and as Shaw moves in MMS lands a hard right to the stomach of Shaw. Shaw is staggered by it, but MMS shrieks in pain as he used his bad hand.
MMS fights to his feet, and Shaw comes for him. MMS steps forward and fires a headbutt into the face of Shaw which knocks Shaw back into the ropes. Shaw bounces back dazed again, and MMS scoops him for a body slam. Shaw slides off the shoulder of MMS though, going behind him. Shaw quickly grabs the head of MMS and drops him with a reverse DDT. Shaw rolls on top of MMS for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, NV, and weighing in at 220lbs, he is a member of The Mecca, this is AXEEEELLL SHHHAAAAWWWW!!!
*Harder to breathe hits the pasystem with the audience in attendance already giving a negative reflection as Axel Shaw slowly makes his way from behind the curtain, and posing on the top of the steel ramp with an arrogant smirk upon his face he waited a few moments well and the aiduence continued to let him hear it. He begins to slowly make his way down the ramp in no hurry making sure his opponent knows he does things on his own accord.
The crowd is louder. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he rolled underneath the bottom of the ropes and entered into the wrestling ring. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Haling from Los Angeles, CA, and weighing in at 255lbs. He is the number one contender to the American Championship, this is…. MAXWELL MASON STOOOOOONNNEEEE!!!
*The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.
The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.
Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *
Napier: I’m surprised that Stone can compete here tonight after being put through that table earlier in the evening.
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is a warrior in every sense of the word.
Napier: Or an idiot in every sense of the word, take your pick.
*As the bell sounds MMS charges across the ring and takes Shaw down with a hard double leg dripping Shaw to his back. MMS quickly mounts Shaw and begins hammering away with hard right hands. Referee Villano 16 begins counting, and MMS stops at four and pulls Shaw up as he gets off of him. MMS whips Shaw as hard as he can across the ring, throwing his whole body into it, and sending Shaw crashing into the turnbuckles. As Shaw goes in he is going so fast he falls forward and flips over the turnbuckles to a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
Shaw rolls backward onto his feet and is staggering around dazed when MMS grabs Shaw from behind and lifts him for an atomic drop. MMS drops Shaw with an atomic drop, and Shaw staggers around holding his tailbone. As Shaw staggers around, MMS grabs him from behind and launches him across the ring with a release German suplex. *
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is wasting no time in exacting some revenge on Axel Shaw for his attack earlier tonight.
Napier: MMS is looking very 999 right now.
*Shaw pulls himself up in the corner, and as he gets to his feet MMS charges in with a big splash in the corner. MMS immediately hooks Shaw under the arm, takes two steps out of the corner, and launches Shaw across the ring with a massive hip toss. Shaw hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring looking for safety. *
Markson: I thought Axel Shaw was going to hit the lights he got so high on that hip toss.
Napier: Axel Shaw got higher than Chris Page on April twentieth.
*MMS rolls outside of the ring and begins to head for Shaw, but Shaw sees him coming. Shaw takes off running around the ring, and MMS gives chase. Shaw quickly rolls into the ring and as MMS starts to slide in, Shaw goes for an elbow drop, but MMS quickly backs out of the ring and Shaw lands right on the mat.
MMS reaches under the bottom rope and pulls Shaw under it, leaving him dangling on the edge of the apron. MMS slams a hard forearm across the chest of Shaw, and the sound of flesh on flesh slaps through the arena. MMS yanks Shaw out of the ring to the floor, where Shaw lands on his feet. MMS scoops Shaw up onto his shoulder, charges forward, and rams Shaw’s back into the ring post. MMS releases Shaw and Shaw falls to the ground. *
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is fighting like a man possessed tonight.
Napier: Funny choice of words when describing the man who used to go by 999.
*MMS takes a moment to soak in the cheers from the crowd and turns back to Shaw who is pulling himself up by the apron. MMS grabs Shaw by the head when Shaw fires a chop into the chest of MMS. MMS takes a step back and then quickly moves in going for a chop of his own, but Shaw ducks out of the way and MMS’s hand hits the ring post.
MMS turns around into a throat thrust from Shaw that knocks MMS back against the ring post. Shaw immediately grabs the injured hand of MMS, lifts it up, and slams it into the ring steps. MMS crumbles to his knees in pain as Shaw rolls into the ring, and then right back out to break the count of Ref Dizzy Dan.
MMS is picking himself up when Shaw kicks MMS right in the stomach. MMS staggers back against the security railing, and Shaw follows after him with another kick to the stomach that slumps MMS over, Shaw grabs MMS’s injured hand, wrapping his arm over the security railing, and then begins trying to pull MMS’s arm through the rails, as if trying to break MMS’s wrist. *
Markson: Oh come on referee, Axel Shaw is trying to permanently injure Stone.
Napier: Of course he is. Axel Shaw is making sure Maxwell Mason Stone is handicapped going into Winter Wrestleland.
*Referee Dizzy Dan has exited the ring and threatens to disqualify Stone if he doesn’t release the arm of Stone. Shaw releases the arm of MMS, but fires a hard right hand to the jaw of MMS. Shaw grabs Stone by the head and rolls him into the ring.
Shaw rolls into the ring, turns, grabs the top rope, launches himself into the air after springing off the bottom rope, and comes down with a hard stomp onto the hand of MMS. MMS rolls across the ring in agony, clutching at his hand, as Shaw stalks over him. MMS rolls to his knees and as Shaw moves in MMS lands a hard right to the stomach of Shaw. Shaw is staggered by it, but MMS shrieks in pain as he used his bad hand.
MMS fights to his feet, and Shaw comes for him. MMS steps forward and fires a headbutt into the face of Shaw which knocks Shaw back into the ropes. Shaw bounces back dazed again, and MMS scoops him for a body slam. Shaw slides off the shoulder of MMS though, going behind him. Shaw quickly grabs the head of MMS and drops him with a reverse DDT. Shaw rolls on top of MMS for the pin. *
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Markson: Oh, that was a close one.
Napier: Shaw made the mistake of dropping Stone on his head, you can’t damage what is already damaged beyond repair.
Markson: OH, STOP IT!
*Shaw pulls MMS’s hand out, then jumps up and drops a knee on it. Shaw stays on his knee, crushing MMS’s hand under it against the mat. MMS rolls onto his side, using his free hand to try and shove Shaw off, but cannot budge him. Shaw responds with three hard hammer fist across the head of MMS. Shaw then stands, grabbing the hand of MMS and pulling him to his feet with the hand.
Shaw pulls the fingers of MMS apart and snaps them hard. MMS, screams, holding his hand and staggers back into the corner. Ref Dizzy Dan admonishes Shaw, but Shaw clearly ignores him, slightly shoving Dan away. Shaw sees MMS in the corner and charges in with a running splash, but MMS moves at the last minute and Shaw crashes into the turnbuckles. Shaw turns around and is grabbed by MMS who takes Shaw over with a belly-to-belly suplex. *
Markson: Beautiful suplex by Maxwell Mason Stone. I think that is going to put him back on the upswing.
Napier: Axel Shaw did seem to get the air knocked out of him by that, but I don’t think Stone is healthy enough to capitalize.
*Stone gets to his feet, but as he does, Shaw gets up too. Stone charges and goes for a flying cross-body block, but Shaw shows great strength in catching the larger MMS. Stone hoists MMS up onto his shoulder and charges at the turnbuckle. As Shaw charges, MMS slides down his back and shoves Shaw into the turnbuckle. Shaw hits the buckle and slumps into it as MMS follows up with a flying knee strike into the corner.
MMS takes a step out of the corner and Shaw falls forward, bent over. MMS doesn’t even need a knee to the stomach to set up Momenta Axis (dominator). MMS grabs Shaw and lifts him up, but Shaw rolls through, taking MMS down into a sunset flip for the pin. *
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Napier: HE GOT HIM!!!
Markson: No he didn't.t Maxwell Mason Stone kicked out.
Napier: Axel Shaw should have hooked the tights.
Markson: That’s cheating.
Napier: SO?
*Shaw and MMS both roll to their feet, and as they so Shaw strikes first with a kick to the stomach of MMS, doubling him over. Shaw hooks MMS for his Nightshade Evenflow DDT, but MMS spins out holding onto Shaw’s hand. MMS pulls Shaw in and lands a hard knee to the gut doubling Shaw over.
MMS grabs Shaw for the Momenta Axis (dominator), but suddenly MMS’s face turns into a mask of pain. Shaw then spins out holding the hand of MMS and bending his fingers. Shaw kicks MMS in the stomach and then grabs him for a vertical suplex. Shaw lifts MMS up, but mid-way through MMS kicks his legs hard, swinging his body back down. MMS swings through, holding onto Shaw's head and rolling him up with a small package. *
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Markson: Oh, that was a close one.
Napier: Shaw made the mistake of dropping Stone on his head, you can’t damage what is already damaged beyond repair.
Markson: OH, STOP IT!
*Shaw pulls MMS’s hand out, then jumps up and drops a knee on it. Shaw stays on his knee, crushing MMS’s hand under it against the mat. MMS rolls onto his side, using his free hand to try and shove Shaw off, but cannot budge him. Shaw responds with three hard hammer fist across the head of MMS. Shaw then stands, grabbing the hand of MMS and pulling him to his feet with the hand.
Shaw pulls the fingers of MMS apart and snaps them hard. MMS, screams, holding his hand and staggers back into the corner. Ref Dizzy Dan admonishes Shaw, but Shaw clearly ignores him, slightly shoving Dan away. Shaw sees MMS in the corner and charges in with a running splash, but MMS moves at the last minute and Shaw crashes into the turnbuckles. Shaw turns around and is grabbed by MMS who takes Shaw over with a belly-to-belly suplex. *
Markson: Beautiful suplex by Maxwell Mason Stone. I think that is going to put him back on the upswing.
Napier: Axel Shaw did seem to get the air knocked out of him by that, but I don’t think Stone is healthy enough to capitalize.
*Stone gets to his feet, but as he does, Shaw gets up too. Stone charges and goes for a flying cross-body block, but Shaw shows great strength in catching the larger MMS. Stone hoists MMS up onto his shoulder and charges at the turnbuckle. As Shaw charges, MMS slides down his back and shoves Shaw into the turnbuckle. Shaw hits the buckle and slumps into it as MMS follows up with a flying knee strike into the corner.
MMS takes a step out of the corner and Shaw falls forward, bent over. MMS doesn’t even need a knee to the stomach to set up Momenta Axis (dominator). MMS grabs Shaw and lifts him up, but Shaw rolls through, taking MMS down into a sunset flip for the pin. *
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Napier: HE GOT HIM!!!
Markson: No he didn't.t Maxwell Mason Stone kicked out.
Napier: Axel Shaw should have hooked the tights.
Markson: That’s cheating.
Napier: SO?
*Shaw and MMS both roll to their feet, and as they so Shaw strikes first with a kick to the stomach of MMS, doubling him over. Shaw hooks MMS for his Nightshade Evenflow DDT, but MMS spins out holding onto Shaw’s hand. MMS pulls Shaw in and lands a hard knee to the gut doubling Shaw over.
MMS grabs Shaw for the Momenta Axis (dominator), but suddenly MMS’s face turns into a mask of pain. Shaw then spins out holding the hand of MMS and bending his fingers. Shaw kicks MMS in the stomach and then grabs him for a vertical suplex. Shaw lifts MMS up, but mid-way through MMS kicks his legs hard, swinging his body back down. MMS swings through, holding onto Shaw's head and rolling him up with a small package. *
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Napier: DID HE GET HIM!?!
Cotton: Here is your winner…. MAXWELL MASON STONE!!!
Markson: He did get him.
*MMS rolls out of the ring clutching his hand as Shaw is in the ring looking shocked. Ref Dizzy Dan follows MMS out and raises his hand in victory, making sure to get his good hand. The crowd erupts with cheers as Shaw begins kicking the ropes and yelling. The shot focuses on a confident smiling MMS as the scene fades to commercial break. *
Napier: DID HE GET HIM!?!
Cotton: Here is your winner…. MAXWELL MASON STONE!!!
Markson: He did get him.
*MMS rolls out of the ring clutching his hand as Shaw is in the ring looking shocked. Ref Dizzy Dan follows MMS out and raises his hand in victory, making sure to get his good hand. The crowd erupts with cheers as Shaw begins kicking the ropes and yelling. The shot focuses on a confident smiling MMS as the scene fades to commercial break. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to the commentary table.*
Markson: It’s been a wild ride tonight on Friday Night Fury and it looks like it’s about to get a little wilder as we are set for our Tag Team Main Event of the evening!
Napier: Knox seems to always be the bridesmaid and never the bride when dealing with the Cabal, can tonight be a different story? Or are Larry Tact and Foxy Knoxy going to suffer yet another crushing defeat at the hands of the Cabal?
Markson: We don’t have to wait any longer because it…
*The house lights go pitch dark inside the arena which immediately draws a pop from the crowd for the unknown…
The countdown clock ticks away to zero before breaking into the synonymous tone of the Terminator. A loud, mixed reception can be heard as a spotlight hits the top of the ramp. *
Markson: The rumors are indeed true! The winner of the 2023 Porter Games, the former twenty-time World Heavyweight Champion, and one of the only guys to get a ginuwine reaction regardless if you like him, love him, or hate him; Chris Page is about to make his presence felt.
Napier: I don’t think he cares about the views or opinions of those beneath either way; which to be fair, that’s about ninety-five percent of the industry. It’s a beautiful thing.
*All attention rests on the entrance ramp as the anticipation continues to build before we see stepping out onto the stage with the Porter Games briefcase in hand is the man you wish you could be, the man that has more stroke in his left nut than all of you have coursing through your bodies… combined. All eyes are now focused on Chris Page. *
Markson: There you see it, that briefcase entitles Chris Page a shot at one of four Championships; including our very own International Title currently held by Peter Vaughn.
*Chris stands at the top of the ramp soaking in the reaction from the crowd before slowly hoisting up the Porter Games Briefcase garnering a louder response from the live crowd. *
Napier: I can only assume that Page is here to announce his intentions to cash in his title shot for the International Title. For months he’s played nice with The Cabal only to have Alexander Marshall ignore his requests.
*Page lowers the briefcase and begins to make his walk toward the ring. The ringside fans reach out just to get a touch of the sheer greatness that defeated Goth, defeated Larry Tact, humbled Sean Parker, and destroyed Brandon Hendrix on his way to claiming the briefcase and the Cup. Chris reaches ringside, an intense gaze in his eyes. *
Markson: You gotta think that this is Page’s way to Vaughn without Alexander Marshall standing in his way.
Napier: I mean, I’m pretty sure all of our questions are about to be answered.
*Chris stands at ringside looking up into the ring. Page slides the briefcase into the ring before climbing up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Chris walks over to his briefcase and he picks it up. The music starts to fade away as we see Chris calling for a microphone. The crowd is split with more cheers and boos as if the audience is competing with themselves on who is more vocal. Thankfully this isn’t social media. *
Markson: Say what you will but nobody elicits a response quite like Chris Page.
Napier: At times can be a blessing or a curse.
*Chris begins to turn his head toward the crowd as he listens to the boos that are mixed with a “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant from the smarts in the crowd drawing light laughter from Page. *
Markson: Nobody has more fun with the responses from the universe than Chris Page does.
*Chris holds up the Porter Games briefcase garnering a louder reception of positive and negative. Page lowers the briefcase and then raises the microphone toward his mouth before drawing it away.*
Napier: I’m going to need for the crowd to shut their mouths so we can hear what Page has to say.
*Chris starts to raise the microphone back to his lips as he turns his attention toward the camera, and just when Chris is about to speak he simply drops the microphone. Page walks toward the ropes and steps through them before dropping down to the floor with his briefcase in hand. *
Markson: Page is leaving without muttering a single word.
*Chris Page starts to make the walk back up the ramp leaving the crowd and Thunder Pro Wrestling with nothing more than their thoughts to invest their minds. *
Napier: Page just got paid to walk to the ring and leave. That’s freaking awesome!
Markson: It’s been a wild ride tonight on Friday Night Fury and it looks like it’s about to get a little wilder as we are set for our Tag Team Main Event of the evening!
Napier: Knox seems to always be the bridesmaid and never the bride when dealing with the Cabal, can tonight be a different story? Or are Larry Tact and Foxy Knoxy going to suffer yet another crushing defeat at the hands of the Cabal?
Markson: We don’t have to wait any longer because it…
*The house lights go pitch dark inside the arena which immediately draws a pop from the crowd for the unknown…
The countdown clock ticks away to zero before breaking into the synonymous tone of the Terminator. A loud, mixed reception can be heard as a spotlight hits the top of the ramp. *
Markson: The rumors are indeed true! The winner of the 2023 Porter Games, the former twenty-time World Heavyweight Champion, and one of the only guys to get a ginuwine reaction regardless if you like him, love him, or hate him; Chris Page is about to make his presence felt.
Napier: I don’t think he cares about the views or opinions of those beneath either way; which to be fair, that’s about ninety-five percent of the industry. It’s a beautiful thing.
*All attention rests on the entrance ramp as the anticipation continues to build before we see stepping out onto the stage with the Porter Games briefcase in hand is the man you wish you could be, the man that has more stroke in his left nut than all of you have coursing through your bodies… combined. All eyes are now focused on Chris Page. *
Markson: There you see it, that briefcase entitles Chris Page a shot at one of four Championships; including our very own International Title currently held by Peter Vaughn.
*Chris stands at the top of the ramp soaking in the reaction from the crowd before slowly hoisting up the Porter Games Briefcase garnering a louder response from the live crowd. *
Napier: I can only assume that Page is here to announce his intentions to cash in his title shot for the International Title. For months he’s played nice with The Cabal only to have Alexander Marshall ignore his requests.
*Page lowers the briefcase and begins to make his walk toward the ring. The ringside fans reach out just to get a touch of the sheer greatness that defeated Goth, defeated Larry Tact, humbled Sean Parker, and destroyed Brandon Hendrix on his way to claiming the briefcase and the Cup. Chris reaches ringside, an intense gaze in his eyes. *
Markson: You gotta think that this is Page’s way to Vaughn without Alexander Marshall standing in his way.
Napier: I mean, I’m pretty sure all of our questions are about to be answered.
*Chris stands at ringside looking up into the ring. Page slides the briefcase into the ring before climbing up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Chris walks over to his briefcase and he picks it up. The music starts to fade away as we see Chris calling for a microphone. The crowd is split with more cheers and boos as if the audience is competing with themselves on who is more vocal. Thankfully this isn’t social media. *
Markson: Say what you will but nobody elicits a response quite like Chris Page.
Napier: At times can be a blessing or a curse.
*Chris begins to turn his head toward the crowd as he listens to the boos that are mixed with a “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant from the smarts in the crowd drawing light laughter from Page. *
Markson: Nobody has more fun with the responses from the universe than Chris Page does.
*Chris holds up the Porter Games briefcase garnering a louder reception of positive and negative. Page lowers the briefcase and then raises the microphone toward his mouth before drawing it away.*
Napier: I’m going to need for the crowd to shut their mouths so we can hear what Page has to say.
*Chris starts to raise the microphone back to his lips as he turns his attention toward the camera, and just when Chris is about to speak he simply drops the microphone. Page walks toward the ropes and steps through them before dropping down to the floor with his briefcase in hand. *
Markson: Page is leaving without muttering a single word.
*Chris Page starts to make the walk back up the ramp leaving the crowd and Thunder Pro Wrestling with nothing more than their thoughts to invest their minds. *
Napier: Page just got paid to walk to the ring and leave. That’s freaking awesome!
Markson: Well, that will certainly hurt his carbon footprint. But, we are now ready for our MAIN EVENT! Steve Cotton is in the ring, Steve take it away.
*The shot cuts to Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is… YOUR MAIN EVENT!!!
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Baltimore, MD by way of Monterey, CA, and weighing in at 244lbs, he is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! This Matt “THE RAVEN” KNOOOOOXXXX!!!
*The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound.. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS PARTNER! Hailing from Manhattan, New York, and weighing in at 260lbs. He is a FORMER INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! He is the Tactalizing One, this is Larry TAAACCCCTTT!!!
*"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, his golden blonde locks hanging loosely over his face.
Suddenly, El Diablo Blanco rushes in behind Tact and slams a chair into the back of Tact knocking him to all fours. *
Markson: WHAT THE HECK!?! THIS IS BULLCRAP!
Napier: No Mark, this is strategy.
*As Tact is on all fours, El D lifts the chair over his head and smashes it down across the back of Tact, flattening him to the ground. Knox jumps out of the ring and charges down the entranceway to aid Tact. El D sees Knox coming and begins back peddling, but as Knox gets close to him, Vaughn comes out of nowhere with a broom handle, cracking it over Knox’s head. The broom handle snaps and goes flying as Knox falls to a knee holding his head.
Vaughn points at El D, and El D nods. Vaughn and El D deliver a double superkick to Knox, knocking him to the ground. El D and Vaughn begin to double-team stomp away on Knox. Knox tries to cover up, but Vaughn and El D’s boots still make it through. Referee Mullet comes down the isle way and tries to stop the assault, but Vaughn just grabs Mullet by the shirt and yeets him over the security railing. *
Markson: This is a clear ambush, and now Peter Vaughn wants to assault the head official.
Napier: Shut up Mark, or I’ll have Veronica Cain come out here and punch you again.
*Vaughn and El D turn back to Tact, but Tact has gotten to his feet and spears both Vaughn and El D to the ground. Tact lands on El D, and immediately mounts him and begins hammering him with his right hand. Vaughn pushes himself to his feet and charges with a kick at Tact’s head, but Tact sees him coming and catches his boot. Tact stands up and throws Vaughn back by the boot into the security railing.
Vaughn hits the railing and sinks back into it. Tact charges and clotheslines Vaughn over the railing, and into the crowd. Tact turns around to see El D charging at him, but Tact drops his shoulder and backdrops El D over the railing into the crowd. *
Markson: There is pandemonium breaking loose in Hamilton.
Napier: Get the rest of the Cabal out here.
*Charles O'Patrick and a team of security guards run out and begin getting between Tact, the now standing Knox, and the railing. O'Patrick begins shoving Tact back, and an angry Tact tells C.O.P not to touch him After a bit of arguing back and forth, O’Patrick shoves Tact back, and Tact responds by dropping O’Patrick with a right hand.
Tact steps over the unconscious body of O’Patrick heading for the railing, when Vaughn throws a chair from the crowd that smashes into the face of Tact, knocking Tact to his knees. Vaughn hops to the top of the railing and leaps off toward Tact, when Knox shoves his way through security and catches Vaughn in mid-air with a thrust kick to the side that knocks Vaughn to the ground.
Knox grabs a chair from the ground and begins heading for Vaughn. *
Napier: Someone stop that psycho, he's going to hurt the International champion.
Markson: VAUGHN HAS IT COMING!!!
*Knox lifts the chair to Smash Vaughn when Heloderma appears from behind and pulls the Chair from Knox’s hand. Knox spins around just in time to duck a swinging chair from Heloderma. As Knox ducks he scoops Heloderma onto his shoulders, causing the crowd to cheer louder. Knox nods his head and then send Heloderma Into the void (GTS).
The crowd pops louder, but the pop is quickly silenced by El D slamming a chair into the back of Knox. Knox falls to his knees and El D lifts the chair over his head to smash it into Knox, but as he does Tact Swings a chair of his own like a Louisville slugger and nails El D in the chest with it, sending El D flying back into the railing. *
Markson: That swing was nineties-Era McGuire.
Napier: Are you saying Larry Tact is on steroids?
*Tact charges at El D and dives onto him with a crossbody, and both men flip over the railing into the crowd. Tact is the first to his feet, but El D lands a hard shot to Tact's stomach. El D pushes himself to his feet and lands a hard right to Larry, but Larry fires back with one of his own. El D and Tact continue trading blows as they fight through a doorway to the hallway.
Meanwhile, Vaughn sees the broken spike made from the splintered broom handle. Vaughn grabs it as he stands and marches toward Knox. Knox has got to his knees, and as he tries to get up, Vaughn places a punt kick into his ribs. Vaughn grabs Knox with his free hand and pulls Knox to his knees. Vaughn lifts the spike drawing massive boos from the crowd, and even causes some to throw trash at him *
Markson: DON’T DO IT VAUGHN! DON’T DO IT YOU SON OF A B*TCH!!!
Napier: YES! TAKE HIS EYE PETER!!!
*Suddenly, Knox throws his arm up between Vaughn's legs with a low blow. Vaughn sinks to his knees, dropping the spike.
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Baltimore, MD by way of Monterey, CA, and weighing in at 244lbs, he is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! This Matt “THE RAVEN” KNOOOOOXXXX!!!
*The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound.. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS PARTNER! Hailing from Manhattan, New York, and weighing in at 260lbs. He is a FORMER INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! He is the Tactalizing One, this is Larry TAAACCCCTTT!!!
*"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, his golden blonde locks hanging loosely over his face.
Suddenly, El Diablo Blanco rushes in behind Tact and slams a chair into the back of Tact knocking him to all fours. *
Markson: WHAT THE HECK!?! THIS IS BULLCRAP!
Napier: No Mark, this is strategy.
*As Tact is on all fours, El D lifts the chair over his head and smashes it down across the back of Tact, flattening him to the ground. Knox jumps out of the ring and charges down the entranceway to aid Tact. El D sees Knox coming and begins back peddling, but as Knox gets close to him, Vaughn comes out of nowhere with a broom handle, cracking it over Knox’s head. The broom handle snaps and goes flying as Knox falls to a knee holding his head.
Vaughn points at El D, and El D nods. Vaughn and El D deliver a double superkick to Knox, knocking him to the ground. El D and Vaughn begin to double-team stomp away on Knox. Knox tries to cover up, but Vaughn and El D’s boots still make it through. Referee Mullet comes down the isle way and tries to stop the assault, but Vaughn just grabs Mullet by the shirt and yeets him over the security railing. *
Markson: This is a clear ambush, and now Peter Vaughn wants to assault the head official.
Napier: Shut up Mark, or I’ll have Veronica Cain come out here and punch you again.
*Vaughn and El D turn back to Tact, but Tact has gotten to his feet and spears both Vaughn and El D to the ground. Tact lands on El D, and immediately mounts him and begins hammering him with his right hand. Vaughn pushes himself to his feet and charges with a kick at Tact’s head, but Tact sees him coming and catches his boot. Tact stands up and throws Vaughn back by the boot into the security railing.
Vaughn hits the railing and sinks back into it. Tact charges and clotheslines Vaughn over the railing, and into the crowd. Tact turns around to see El D charging at him, but Tact drops his shoulder and backdrops El D over the railing into the crowd. *
Markson: There is pandemonium breaking loose in Hamilton.
Napier: Get the rest of the Cabal out here.
*Charles O'Patrick and a team of security guards run out and begin getting between Tact, the now standing Knox, and the railing. O'Patrick begins shoving Tact back, and an angry Tact tells C.O.P not to touch him After a bit of arguing back and forth, O’Patrick shoves Tact back, and Tact responds by dropping O’Patrick with a right hand.
Tact steps over the unconscious body of O’Patrick heading for the railing, when Vaughn throws a chair from the crowd that smashes into the face of Tact, knocking Tact to his knees. Vaughn hops to the top of the railing and leaps off toward Tact, when Knox shoves his way through security and catches Vaughn in mid-air with a thrust kick to the side that knocks Vaughn to the ground.
Knox grabs a chair from the ground and begins heading for Vaughn. *
Napier: Someone stop that psycho, he's going to hurt the International champion.
Markson: VAUGHN HAS IT COMING!!!
*Knox lifts the chair to Smash Vaughn when Heloderma appears from behind and pulls the Chair from Knox’s hand. Knox spins around just in time to duck a swinging chair from Heloderma. As Knox ducks he scoops Heloderma onto his shoulders, causing the crowd to cheer louder. Knox nods his head and then send Heloderma Into the void (GTS).
The crowd pops louder, but the pop is quickly silenced by El D slamming a chair into the back of Knox. Knox falls to his knees and El D lifts the chair over his head to smash it into Knox, but as he does Tact Swings a chair of his own like a Louisville slugger and nails El D in the chest with it, sending El D flying back into the railing. *
Markson: That swing was nineties-Era McGuire.
Napier: Are you saying Larry Tact is on steroids?
*Tact charges at El D and dives onto him with a crossbody, and both men flip over the railing into the crowd. Tact is the first to his feet, but El D lands a hard shot to Tact's stomach. El D pushes himself to his feet and lands a hard right to Larry, but Larry fires back with one of his own. El D and Tact continue trading blows as they fight through a doorway to the hallway.
Meanwhile, Vaughn sees the broken spike made from the splintered broom handle. Vaughn grabs it as he stands and marches toward Knox. Knox has got to his knees, and as he tries to get up, Vaughn places a punt kick into his ribs. Vaughn grabs Knox with his free hand and pulls Knox to his knees. Vaughn lifts the spike drawing massive boos from the crowd, and even causes some to throw trash at him *
Markson: DON’T DO IT VAUGHN! DON’T DO IT YOU SON OF A B*TCH!!!
Napier: YES! TAKE HIS EYE PETER!!!
*Suddenly, Knox throws his arm up between Vaughn's legs with a low blow. Vaughn sinks to his knees, dropping the spike.
Knox grabs the spike and stands to his feet.
Vaughn looks up to see Knox standing over him and Vaughn begins shaking his head “no”, but Knox gives and evil smile and nods his head “yes”.
Knox slams the jagged end of the spike into the forehead and Vaughn. Vaughn falls to the ground and rolls around in pain as security floods the scene and pulls Knox back, all the while getting between him and Vaughn. *
Napier: MATT KNOX, YOU NO GOOD MOTHERFU…
Markson: Peter Vaughn got what he deserved.
Napier: FIRE MATT KNOX! NO, ARREST HIM!
*As security works to contain everything, the cameras shows another security team escort Alexander Marshall through the crowd to ringside. Peter Vaughn is glaring over the top of the army of security guards, towards where Matt Knox is being held back. Vaughn snaps at Alexander Marshall who is entering the ring, and who seems to question Vaughn. Vaughn wipes the bloods from his eyes, but only smears it over his face. The champ demands Alexander come through, so finally Alexander turns and talks to a nearby aide, getting a live mic and handing it over. Vaughn snatches it from Alexander, spinning towards Knox.*
Peter Vaughn: You know, Knox, it’s really starting to get old between us. I’ve taken you down multiple times, but you just keep getting back up, and I’m tired of it. You hear me?? TIRED OF IT!! So at Winter Wrestleland, we’re going to finally finish this between you and I. It’s going… to be… FINISHED!!
*Knox doesn’t seem to have any problem with that. In fact, he’d love to finish it now, trying to fight his way through security, only to get stopped.*
Peter Vaughn: But it’s not going to be a quick end for you, Knoxie, oh no. It’s time to break out one of my favorites for the evening, something I haven’t had the chance to do in quite a while. It’s time… for Three Stages of Hell!!
*The crowd cheers, excited at the prospects for Winter Wrestleland, even as Knox seems to stop for a moment, his eyebrow raising at Vaughn’s match stipulation.*
Peter Vaughn: Three levels of battle, Raven. The first one, pinfalls only, no way for you to quit too early. The second one, a No Disqualification, no holds barred, anything goes match, so we can fight all over the Scotiabank Arena, and I can introduce your face to every piece of Toronto I can find!
*Knox dares Vaughn to bring it on, telling him he’s ready to go right now, but security is still working to separate the two individuals.*
Peter Vaughn: And if you survive all of that, Knox… then we reach the final stage. And one of us will be taking the Last Ride out of Toronto. You’d better come there with your affairs in order, boyo. You’d better be ready for a war to end all wars. Because I fully plan to break you, ending this once and for all!! And as I wave at you as the hearse drives away from the arena, taking you to God knows where, I hope you’ll finally be able to accept it… that you’ll NEVER BEAT ME FOR MY INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!
*Vaughn raises the gold above his head, his anger and adrenaline causing his hand to shake as it holds the title. Knox seems to be nodding his head, as if already fired up for the confrontation to come as the scene fades to credits.*
Vaughn looks up to see Knox standing over him and Vaughn begins shaking his head “no”, but Knox gives and evil smile and nods his head “yes”.
Knox slams the jagged end of the spike into the forehead and Vaughn. Vaughn falls to the ground and rolls around in pain as security floods the scene and pulls Knox back, all the while getting between him and Vaughn. *
Napier: MATT KNOX, YOU NO GOOD MOTHERFU…
Markson: Peter Vaughn got what he deserved.
Napier: FIRE MATT KNOX! NO, ARREST HIM!
*As security works to contain everything, the cameras shows another security team escort Alexander Marshall through the crowd to ringside. Peter Vaughn is glaring over the top of the army of security guards, towards where Matt Knox is being held back. Vaughn snaps at Alexander Marshall who is entering the ring, and who seems to question Vaughn. Vaughn wipes the bloods from his eyes, but only smears it over his face. The champ demands Alexander come through, so finally Alexander turns and talks to a nearby aide, getting a live mic and handing it over. Vaughn snatches it from Alexander, spinning towards Knox.*
Peter Vaughn: You know, Knox, it’s really starting to get old between us. I’ve taken you down multiple times, but you just keep getting back up, and I’m tired of it. You hear me?? TIRED OF IT!! So at Winter Wrestleland, we’re going to finally finish this between you and I. It’s going… to be… FINISHED!!
*Knox doesn’t seem to have any problem with that. In fact, he’d love to finish it now, trying to fight his way through security, only to get stopped.*
Peter Vaughn: But it’s not going to be a quick end for you, Knoxie, oh no. It’s time to break out one of my favorites for the evening, something I haven’t had the chance to do in quite a while. It’s time… for Three Stages of Hell!!
*The crowd cheers, excited at the prospects for Winter Wrestleland, even as Knox seems to stop for a moment, his eyebrow raising at Vaughn’s match stipulation.*
Peter Vaughn: Three levels of battle, Raven. The first one, pinfalls only, no way for you to quit too early. The second one, a No Disqualification, no holds barred, anything goes match, so we can fight all over the Scotiabank Arena, and I can introduce your face to every piece of Toronto I can find!
*Knox dares Vaughn to bring it on, telling him he’s ready to go right now, but security is still working to separate the two individuals.*
Peter Vaughn: And if you survive all of that, Knox… then we reach the final stage. And one of us will be taking the Last Ride out of Toronto. You’d better come there with your affairs in order, boyo. You’d better be ready for a war to end all wars. Because I fully plan to break you, ending this once and for all!! And as I wave at you as the hearse drives away from the arena, taking you to God knows where, I hope you’ll finally be able to accept it… that you’ll NEVER BEAT ME FOR MY INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!
*Vaughn raises the gold above his head, his anger and adrenaline causing his hand to shake as it holds the title. Knox seems to be nodding his head, as if already fired up for the confrontation to come as the scene fades to credits.*
