Post by Greg T.O.M on Dec 22, 2023 16:50:49 GMT -5
*The Winter Wonderland graphic fades to a crackling fireplace. *
*The scene pans back farther to reveal an older man sitting in a living room. He sits down in a chair near the fireplace as his grandchildren gather at his feet. The older gentleman picks up a book titled “Twas The Night Of Winter Wrestleland”. *
*He opens the book as the kids scoot closer to his feet with anticipation. As he aged, but smooth voice began to read out loud, they were not disappointed. *
'Twas the night of Winter Wrestleland, when all through the Scotti Bank Arena
Not a competitor was calm, not even a Marshall;
The lights were hung by the production crew with care,
In hopes that a sold-out crowd soon would be there;
The wrestlers were stretching all warm in their boots,
While visions of glory danced in their heads;
And Alexander in his suit, and Vaughn as his champ,
Had just settled a plan to give Knox a long winter's nap,
When out on the crowd there arose such a clatter,
Security sprang from their station to see what was the matter.
Away to the monitors they flew like a flash,
Tact had tore open El Diablo and the ref threw up the X.
The moon shown bright on the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of battling men below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a JMont and Maxwell Mason Stone, trying to rip off each others ear.
With a little double drive, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the crazies bailiwick.
More rapid than eagles their coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called out the Malvados by name;
"Now, ZOLTON! now, BLADE! now, PIERCE and SHAW!
On, ROSE! on SYNN! on, Caito, and VLADISLAV!
Toss over the top of the ropes! To climb to the top of the rankings!
Now toss away! Eliminate away! Rumble away all!"
As Pan seeks fame and glory as snowflakes fly,
He meets an obstacle, who’s no stranger to the sky,
So up to the ring the two they flew,
Here comes Pan, Keeton, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard in the arena
The prancing and pawing of each little Outsider.
As he drew in his head and turned away,
Zybala didn’t care if he wasn’t invited, he’d fight Lux anyway.
Jeremy was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
Superunkonwon his clothes were all leather from mask to foot;
A bundle of pain they had brought.,
And they soon find that Lights Out are tougher than they thought.
Andrea, her eyes -- how they flamed, with determination so mighty!
Leah’s knuckles were like roses, red, and ready to make you bloody!
These were more than dolls, they were warriors ready to throw bows,
And make bloody the freshly fallen snow;
Then there was Page, with the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he coughed from the smoke, as he watched on his telly.
*The scene pans back farther to reveal an older man sitting in a living room. He sits down in a chair near the fireplace as his grandchildren gather at his feet. The older gentleman picks up a book titled “Twas The Night Of Winter Wrestleland”. *
*He opens the book as the kids scoot closer to his feet with anticipation. As he aged, but smooth voice began to read out loud, they were not disappointed. *
'Twas the night of Winter Wrestleland, when all through the Scotti Bank Arena
Not a competitor was calm, not even a Marshall;
The lights were hung by the production crew with care,
In hopes that a sold-out crowd soon would be there;
The wrestlers were stretching all warm in their boots,
While visions of glory danced in their heads;
And Alexander in his suit, and Vaughn as his champ,
Had just settled a plan to give Knox a long winter's nap,
When out on the crowd there arose such a clatter,
Security sprang from their station to see what was the matter.
Away to the monitors they flew like a flash,
Tact had tore open El Diablo and the ref threw up the X.
The moon shown bright on the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of battling men below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a JMont and Maxwell Mason Stone, trying to rip off each others ear.
With a little double drive, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the crazies bailiwick.
More rapid than eagles their coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called out the Malvados by name;
"Now, ZOLTON! now, BLADE! now, PIERCE and SHAW!
On, ROSE! on SYNN! on, Caito, and VLADISLAV!
Toss over the top of the ropes! To climb to the top of the rankings!
Now toss away! Eliminate away! Rumble away all!"
As Pan seeks fame and glory as snowflakes fly,
He meets an obstacle, who’s no stranger to the sky,
So up to the ring the two they flew,
Here comes Pan, Keeton, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard in the arena
The prancing and pawing of each little Outsider.
As he drew in his head and turned away,
Zybala didn’t care if he wasn’t invited, he’d fight Lux anyway.
Jeremy was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
Superunkonwon his clothes were all leather from mask to foot;
A bundle of pain they had brought.,
And they soon find that Lights Out are tougher than they thought.
Andrea, her eyes -- how they flamed, with determination so mighty!
Leah’s knuckles were like roses, red, and ready to make you bloody!
These were more than dolls, they were warriors ready to throw bows,
And make bloody the freshly fallen snow;
Then there was Page, with the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he coughed from the smoke, as he watched on his telly.
Alexander was nervous and edgy, a right Grinch.,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
The fear in his eyes and a twist of his head,
Gave me to know I he was full of dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the head with nonsense; as he turned into a jerk,
And laying his fingers on his phone trying to plan a scheme.
The crowd knew his time was near and roared with a scream.
Santa had sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
He had come to blow up the Cabal with a Merry Missle.
The Thundermanaics heard him exclaim, ere he drove out the Cabal.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
*The scene fades from the laughing Santa as “Carol of the Bells” by Lyric Noel begins to play. The scene fades to the sold-out Scotibank Arena crowd of nearly 20,000 screaming Thunderamaniacs. The camera pans around the arena which has been specially decorated for both Christmas and Winter Wrestleland. The camera then cuts to the ringside commentary desk where we see Mark Markson in a “Thundering” Terry Marshall ugly Christmas Sweater. Beside him sits Nick Napier dressed as Santa Claus. *
Napier: You look ridiculous.
Markson: Look who is talking. You look more like Saint Sick than Saint Nick.
Napier: I’m making sure you’re on the naughty list.
Markson: I can tell you who isn’t on the naughty list, and that is all of our great fans, more belovingly known as the Thunderamanics. I just want to thank you all for an incredible year here in TPW. There have been some highs and some lows, and I know that with The Cabal in control, things have seemed bleak, but I believe we are going to get a Christmas miracle here tonight and The Cabal is going to be finished.
Napier: You really are a Grinch Mark. TPW has flourished under Alexander Marshall’s reign and will continue to do so. There will be no Miracle On 34th Street for Matt Knox tonight because he is going to DIE HARD!
Markson: My money is on Matt Knox taking the International Championship, and all of us living a Wonderful Life.
Napier: Oh you’re full of Scrooge.
Markson: Are you upset because your father didn’t get you a Turbo Man doll as a kid?
Napier: Keep it up and you’ll have The Year Without Santa Claus.
Markson: Look, we could sit here and hurl Christmas-themed insults at each other all night, but that is not what tonight is about. Tonight is sort of like Hanukkah, but instead of eight crazy nights, we’ve got eight huge matches. Every title in Thunder Pro is on the line.
Napier: That’s right, and not only is the Cabal going to keep the International championship, but we are going to gain the Prestige championship when Leah Agueo takes it from Andrea Hernandez.
Markson: Plus, a match over a year and two promotions in the making as Maxwell Mason Stone takes on JMont in a falls count anywhere match.
Napier: Rouges’ Gallery looks to knock off the reigning Duos Champions as they take on Light Out, and I’ve got to say, I think tonight is the night the weak link in the chain of Lights Out finally breaks.
Markson: Lots of huge matches here tonight, and let’s get to our opening contest which will be an interesting one as Mike Zybala takes on Xavier Lux.
*The camera pans to Steve Cotton dressed in a shiny green suit in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the opening contest. *
Napier: I’m making sure you’re on the naughty list.
Markson: I can tell you who isn’t on the naughty list, and that is all of our great fans, more belovingly known as the Thunderamanics. I just want to thank you all for an incredible year here in TPW. There have been some highs and some lows, and I know that with The Cabal in control, things have seemed bleak, but I believe we are going to get a Christmas miracle here tonight and The Cabal is going to be finished.
Napier: You really are a Grinch Mark. TPW has flourished under Alexander Marshall’s reign and will continue to do so. There will be no Miracle On 34th Street for Matt Knox tonight because he is going to DIE HARD!
Markson: My money is on Matt Knox taking the International Championship, and all of us living a Wonderful Life.
Napier: Oh you’re full of Scrooge.
Markson: Are you upset because your father didn’t get you a Turbo Man doll as a kid?
Napier: Keep it up and you’ll have The Year Without Santa Claus.
Markson: Look, we could sit here and hurl Christmas-themed insults at each other all night, but that is not what tonight is about. Tonight is sort of like Hanukkah, but instead of eight crazy nights, we’ve got eight huge matches. Every title in Thunder Pro is on the line.
Napier: That’s right, and not only is the Cabal going to keep the International championship, but we are going to gain the Prestige championship when Leah Agueo takes it from Andrea Hernandez.
Markson: Plus, a match over a year and two promotions in the making as Maxwell Mason Stone takes on JMont in a falls count anywhere match.
Napier: Rouges’ Gallery looks to knock off the reigning Duos Champions as they take on Light Out, and I’ve got to say, I think tonight is the night the weak link in the chain of Lights Out finally breaks.
Markson: Lots of huge matches here tonight, and let’s get to our opening contest which will be an interesting one as Mike Zybala takes on Xavier Lux.
*The camera pans to Steve Cotton dressed in a shiny green suit in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the opening contest. *
Steve Cotton: The following is... YOUR OPENING CONTEST!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 225lbs, this is "VENOM" XAVIER LUUUUXXX!!!
*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. This time he looks a little different, as he wears the skin of a lion like a fur coat which covers his shoulders and arms and the head of the lion sits on top of his and atop of the lion’s head is a golden crown. He wears a neckless of what we assume are the lion’s sharp teeth. *
Markson: Is Xavier wearing a real lion’s fur coat? Is that supposed to be King Moonracer?
Napier: Well, not no’more obviously… but all I can say is, PETA going to be calling Marshall tonight.
*He stands there looking at the booing crowd with a smirk on his face. After a while, he makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he walks up the steel steps, stopping at the last step in front of the ring post before throwing his arms open wide, letting the coat fall to the ground and the lion’s head to roll towards the guard rail where it stops, looking up at a couple of kids who are completely terrified and begin screaming. Xavier pays them no mind as he gets inside and makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle, and again just looks around at the crowd who boo him a little louder now. He has a few choice words for them before hopping down as his music fades; the ref checks him, Xavier hands him the teeth necklace then gets ready for the match to start. *
Steve Cotton: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Buffalo, NY, and weighing in at 175lbs, he is a member of The Cabal, this is MIKE ZYYYYYBAAALLLLAAAAA!!!
*The crowd fives a mixed reaction as Ready To Die: Andrew WK plays and Zybala heads to the ring. *
Markson: I guess Mike Zybala is getting some cheers for being from just across the border.
Napier: Are you kidding me, everyone loves Zybala.
*As the bell rings Lux and locks up with Mike and easily backs him up into the corner and delivers some quick shoulder thrust to the stomach and then hits an elbow across his face that drops him down into the corner, Lux backs up and then runs towards Mike, delivering a kick across his face that sends Mike slumping over in the corner but Lux doesn’t waste anytime as he drags Mike out of the corner and into the center of the ring and then bounces off the ropes and comes back to a leg drop across his chest and goes for the pin. *
One…
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: Lux trying to put this one away early.
Napier: Clearly Lux ain’t trying to be here all night.
*As Mike rolls over Lux drops a knee into the center of his back and then places him into a camel clutch, pulling back and applying pressure as he talks smack to Mike as he struggles with the hold, the referee getting in his face to see if he’s ready to tap or give up but Mike refuses as Lux applies more pressure, putting more strain on his back but Mike digs deep as he starts to lift himself up get up to a vertical base with Lux still on his back and then Mike falls back , driving Lux into the canvas and then hits him with some elbow shots to the face, Mike rolls over and pulls himself up by the ropes and wits for Lux to get back to his feet and deliver a spinning back kick to the face of Lux and then hits an arm drag that he follows up into an arm bar!! *
Markson: Back and forth they go with trying to out class the other.
*Mike twist the arm and applies pressure as he locks that arm bar in deep, yelling insults at Lux as he makes him suffer this time with severe pain being put on by the hold as the referee ask Lux is he ready to give up this time but Lux shouts a resounding no to the referee and tries his best to figure a way out the hold but Mike just keeps pulling back on the arm , trying his best to rip his arm off but Lux fights through the pain and starts making his way to his feet, pulling Mike up on his arm and then drops him with a sit out power bomb in the middle of the ring and Lux manages to get on top for the cover. *
Markson: Great counter by Lux!!!!
Napier: But will it be enough?!
One…
Two…
KICKOUT!!!!
*Mike gets the shoulder up and Lux rolls over to regroup both ending up in the opposite corners from across each other, giving each other a smirk before charging towards each other and upon impact , Lux looks for a close line but Mike ducks and nails Lux with a pele kick and sends Lux staggering back into the corner and Mike meets him with a drop kick to the face that drops Lux in the corner and then follows up with a few stomps in the corner before pulling Lux up and bringing him out the corner with a British bulldog! *
Napier: Mike looks to be locked in right now.
Markson: Lux better find a way to counter this offensive assault!
*Mike heads for the top of the turnbuckle and then waits patiently for Lux to make it back to his feet, staggering in a daze as he turn around in Mikes direction and then Mike leaps from the top and nails Lux with a middle drop kick. He then bounces off the ropes and comes back to hit Lux with a somersault flip on top of him but doesn’t go for the pin instead Mike runs towards the ropes and uses them to hit a springboard moonsault on top of Lux and hooks both legs for the pin attempt as the referee gets in position.*
One…
Two….
KICKOUT!!!!
Markson: I’m not going to lie, I thought that combination of moves by Mike was good enough to take out the former multiple time World Champion.
Napier: Key word, former multiple time World Champion, it’s not going to be that simple to take a man of Lux caliber down.
*Lux gets to his feet and as Mike comes at him he surprises him with a superkick to the face and then follows up with a head scissors that sends Mike between the ropes and outside to the floor, Lux doesn't waste any time as he uses the ropes as leverage to throw himself over and land on top of Mike with a crossbody and then lays into him with punches.*
Markson: Taking the action to the outside.
Napier: Things are about to get a whole lot more violent.
*Lux lifts Mike up and hits him with a series of chops to the chest, lighting his chest up to bright red before sending him shoulder first into the steel steps, the referee begins his count as Lux bangs Mike's head off the steel steps and then picks him up and carries him over toward the barricade and drops Mike face first into the barricade, Mike slumps over into the corner of the barricade and Lux backs up to give himself some running room before charging back at Mike, looking to tackle him into the barricade until Mike moves out at the last minute and Lux crashes through. *
Markson: Holy Poop!
Napier: Lux was having his way until he crashed and burned like the Dallas Cowboys in a prime-time game.
*Mike rolls himself into the ring and the back out to restart the referee count and then walks back over to Lux to give him a few punches to the face and then lifts him up to bounce his face off the barricade, causing Lux to stagger but Mike stays on him as he follows up with a backbreaker and then climbs up on the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault on top of Lux again, getting the fans on their feet as Mike throws Lux into the ring and then heads to the top turnbuckle once again, look down at Lux as he lays in the middle of the ring, Mike looking at the fans before giving a smirk and goes for a shooting star press and connects!!! *
Markson: He got all of that one.
Napier: Air Mike!!!
Mike hooks both legs as the referee gets in position.
One….
Two….
KICKOUT!!!!
*Lux gets the shoulder up at the very last second and Mike can't believe it, looking stunned at the referee as he starts to argue the call and this gives Lux an opportunity to crawl to his corner and grab his teeth necklace and wraps it around his hand then plays possum in the corner as Mike walls back towards him and as goes to lift Lux up, Lux nails him with a brutal shot to the face, the referee never sees the necklace as Liz tucks it into his rights, Mike looks out of it as Lux takes hold of him and whips him into the corner and hits The Toxin ( a perfect drop kick to the jaw) and then lifts Mike up on the top turnbuckle and Lux gets up there with him to hit The Cure: DVD off the top turnbuckle as he cradles Mike and drives his head to the mat with all his body weight!!!! *
Markson: That has to be it!!!
Napier: Lux with the teeth necklace and plus the The Cure, equals game over!
*Lux hooks both legs as the referee gets in position.*
One…..
Two…..
Three!!!!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner by pinfall... Xavier Lux!!!!
*As the bell rings Lux and locks up with Mike and easily backs him up into the corner and delivers some quick shoulder thrust to the stomach and then hits an elbow across his face that drops him down into the corner, Lux backs up and then runs towards Mike, delivering a kick across his face that sends Mike slumping over in the corner but Lux doesn’t waste anytime as he drags Mike out of the corner and into the center of the ring and then bounces off the ropes and comes back to a leg drop across his chest and goes for the pin. *
One…
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: Lux trying to put this one away early.
Napier: Clearly Lux ain’t trying to be here all night.
*As Mike rolls over Lux drops a knee into the center of his back and then places him into a camel clutch, pulling back and applying pressure as he talks smack to Mike as he struggles with the hold, the referee getting in his face to see if he’s ready to tap or give up but Mike refuses as Lux applies more pressure, putting more strain on his back but Mike digs deep as he starts to lift himself up get up to a vertical base with Lux still on his back and then Mike falls back , driving Lux into the canvas and then hits him with some elbow shots to the face, Mike rolls over and pulls himself up by the ropes and wits for Lux to get back to his feet and deliver a spinning back kick to the face of Lux and then hits an arm drag that he follows up into an arm bar!! *
Markson: Back and forth they go with trying to out class the other.
*Mike twist the arm and applies pressure as he locks that arm bar in deep, yelling insults at Lux as he makes him suffer this time with severe pain being put on by the hold as the referee ask Lux is he ready to give up this time but Lux shouts a resounding no to the referee and tries his best to figure a way out the hold but Mike just keeps pulling back on the arm , trying his best to rip his arm off but Lux fights through the pain and starts making his way to his feet, pulling Mike up on his arm and then drops him with a sit out power bomb in the middle of the ring and Lux manages to get on top for the cover. *
Markson: Great counter by Lux!!!!
Napier: But will it be enough?!
One…
Two…
KICKOUT!!!!
*Mike gets the shoulder up and Lux rolls over to regroup both ending up in the opposite corners from across each other, giving each other a smirk before charging towards each other and upon impact , Lux looks for a close line but Mike ducks and nails Lux with a pele kick and sends Lux staggering back into the corner and Mike meets him with a drop kick to the face that drops Lux in the corner and then follows up with a few stomps in the corner before pulling Lux up and bringing him out the corner with a British bulldog! *
Napier: Mike looks to be locked in right now.
Markson: Lux better find a way to counter this offensive assault!
*Mike heads for the top of the turnbuckle and then waits patiently for Lux to make it back to his feet, staggering in a daze as he turn around in Mikes direction and then Mike leaps from the top and nails Lux with a middle drop kick. He then bounces off the ropes and comes back to hit Lux with a somersault flip on top of him but doesn’t go for the pin instead Mike runs towards the ropes and uses them to hit a springboard moonsault on top of Lux and hooks both legs for the pin attempt as the referee gets in position.*
One…
Two….
KICKOUT!!!!
Markson: I’m not going to lie, I thought that combination of moves by Mike was good enough to take out the former multiple time World Champion.
Napier: Key word, former multiple time World Champion, it’s not going to be that simple to take a man of Lux caliber down.
*Lux gets to his feet and as Mike comes at him he surprises him with a superkick to the face and then follows up with a head scissors that sends Mike between the ropes and outside to the floor, Lux doesn't waste any time as he uses the ropes as leverage to throw himself over and land on top of Mike with a crossbody and then lays into him with punches.*
Markson: Taking the action to the outside.
Napier: Things are about to get a whole lot more violent.
*Lux lifts Mike up and hits him with a series of chops to the chest, lighting his chest up to bright red before sending him shoulder first into the steel steps, the referee begins his count as Lux bangs Mike's head off the steel steps and then picks him up and carries him over toward the barricade and drops Mike face first into the barricade, Mike slumps over into the corner of the barricade and Lux backs up to give himself some running room before charging back at Mike, looking to tackle him into the barricade until Mike moves out at the last minute and Lux crashes through. *
Markson: Holy Poop!
Napier: Lux was having his way until he crashed and burned like the Dallas Cowboys in a prime-time game.
*Mike rolls himself into the ring and the back out to restart the referee count and then walks back over to Lux to give him a few punches to the face and then lifts him up to bounce his face off the barricade, causing Lux to stagger but Mike stays on him as he follows up with a backbreaker and then climbs up on the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault on top of Lux again, getting the fans on their feet as Mike throws Lux into the ring and then heads to the top turnbuckle once again, look down at Lux as he lays in the middle of the ring, Mike looking at the fans before giving a smirk and goes for a shooting star press and connects!!! *
Markson: He got all of that one.
Napier: Air Mike!!!
Mike hooks both legs as the referee gets in position.
One….
Two….
KICKOUT!!!!
*Lux gets the shoulder up at the very last second and Mike can't believe it, looking stunned at the referee as he starts to argue the call and this gives Lux an opportunity to crawl to his corner and grab his teeth necklace and wraps it around his hand then plays possum in the corner as Mike walls back towards him and as goes to lift Lux up, Lux nails him with a brutal shot to the face, the referee never sees the necklace as Liz tucks it into his rights, Mike looks out of it as Lux takes hold of him and whips him into the corner and hits The Toxin ( a perfect drop kick to the jaw) and then lifts Mike up on the top turnbuckle and Lux gets up there with him to hit The Cure: DVD off the top turnbuckle as he cradles Mike and drives his head to the mat with all his body weight!!!! *
Markson: That has to be it!!!
Napier: Lux with the teeth necklace and plus the The Cure, equals game over!
*Lux hooks both legs as the referee gets in position.*
One…..
Two…..
Three!!!!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner by pinfall... Xavier Lux!!!!
Markson: And the streak continues for Xavier Lux. Not a good way for The Cabal to start the night.
Napier: SHUT MARK! We will win the big ones that count.
*The shot focuses on Ref Mullet raising Lux's hand in victory s the scene fades backstage. *
*As the moving parts to Winter Wasteland continue progressing forward. Fans are hurrying back to their seats between matches with goodies from the concessions or coming from a bathroom break. The fanfare was alive and well in the Scotibank Arena.*
Elm: You want me to do what?
*Coming from around a corner is Elm and he has his cell phone held out in front of him. The camera panning to his side, you can see Jason Cashe’s face on his phone. They were on a video chat.*
Jason Cashe: Go to the Production truck. Tell them to patch me in so I can make an announcement..
Elm: What announcement?!
Jason Cashe: I got some stuff to say and obviously I’m not there but I can still be seen.. Just do it will ya?
Elm: I don't want to do that.
Jason Cashe: You never want to do anything unless it involves big panties on a chick named Betsy.
Elm: Don't tease me, you know someone like that?
*With nobody around, the production room was easy to find. All the computers were set up to run the pyros, video packages and help direct the cameras scattered throughout the arena. Approaching the door, Elm knocks with a back hand tap.*
Jason Cashe: Did you just knock?
Elm: Yeah, it's called manners..
Jason Cashe: Open the door! Go inside.. I swear man, I’ma text Knox and have him slap you with a chair until you're cross eyed.
*Scoffing, Elm turns the handle and shoves his shoulder into the door. A few of the production crew were sitting behind panels of buttons and switches, nothing you would understand. Elm immediately locks eyes on a big red button and as he leans to reach for it, Cashe interrupts him.*
Jason Cashe: Now find the person in there who looks like they overpay for hookers..
Elm: What? Why?
Jason Cashe: That's who is in charge.. Look around, find Waldo.
*Looking around as every head and set of eyes land on Elm. They all heard what Cashe said as a few of them slide their headsets off their ears. Making eye contact with a balding man who looks like Terry Marshall if he was a crackhead. It was really uncanny.*
Elm: Found him. That's the guy, he has to be in charge!
Jason Cashe: Give him the phone..
*Hesitant, Elm stepped forward with his arm reached out, holding the phone and offering it to the man who seemed offended in expression as to what had been said.*
Jason Cashe: Waldo! What's happening!!
Waldo: What do you want, Jason? You still owe me 50 dollars from that last game of Spades.
Elm: Hi..
*Elm whispers and waves to one of the other Production crew. They didn't return the favor as Waldo and Elm gave each other a look.*
Jason Cashe: Hey! Waldo.. Listen man. Nevermind that money thing, I’m good for it. I got you!
Waldo: What do you want?
Jason Cashe: Air time..
Waldo: What?!
Jason Cashe: Air time. Tonight. Just get my spot recorded and you can play it whenever you get a spot to slide it in. I just need some air time, I have an announcement to make.
*Sighing.. Waldo looked over at his dry erase board where the lineup is scribbled down. What should happen, what has been requested for air time and the little room for randomness that might still take place. Shaking his head, Waldo looks back at the phone, at Jason Cashe on the call.*
Waldo: I’ll find you a spot.. But you owe me!
Jason Cashe: 50 Bucks and a Coupon for the Cougar Club! I know you like em on the elderly side!
Waldo: Good bye, Jason..
*Hanging up, Waldo tosses the phone back to Elm as the cameras fade out.*
Elm: You want me to do what?
*Coming from around a corner is Elm and he has his cell phone held out in front of him. The camera panning to his side, you can see Jason Cashe’s face on his phone. They were on a video chat.*
Jason Cashe: Go to the Production truck. Tell them to patch me in so I can make an announcement..
Elm: What announcement?!
Jason Cashe: I got some stuff to say and obviously I’m not there but I can still be seen.. Just do it will ya?
Elm: I don't want to do that.
Jason Cashe: You never want to do anything unless it involves big panties on a chick named Betsy.
Elm: Don't tease me, you know someone like that?
*With nobody around, the production room was easy to find. All the computers were set up to run the pyros, video packages and help direct the cameras scattered throughout the arena. Approaching the door, Elm knocks with a back hand tap.*
Jason Cashe: Did you just knock?
Elm: Yeah, it's called manners..
Jason Cashe: Open the door! Go inside.. I swear man, I’ma text Knox and have him slap you with a chair until you're cross eyed.
*Scoffing, Elm turns the handle and shoves his shoulder into the door. A few of the production crew were sitting behind panels of buttons and switches, nothing you would understand. Elm immediately locks eyes on a big red button and as he leans to reach for it, Cashe interrupts him.*
Jason Cashe: Now find the person in there who looks like they overpay for hookers..
Elm: What? Why?
Jason Cashe: That's who is in charge.. Look around, find Waldo.
*Looking around as every head and set of eyes land on Elm. They all heard what Cashe said as a few of them slide their headsets off their ears. Making eye contact with a balding man who looks like Terry Marshall if he was a crackhead. It was really uncanny.*
Elm: Found him. That's the guy, he has to be in charge!
Jason Cashe: Give him the phone..
*Hesitant, Elm stepped forward with his arm reached out, holding the phone and offering it to the man who seemed offended in expression as to what had been said.*
Jason Cashe: Waldo! What's happening!!
Waldo: What do you want, Jason? You still owe me 50 dollars from that last game of Spades.
Elm: Hi..
*Elm whispers and waves to one of the other Production crew. They didn't return the favor as Waldo and Elm gave each other a look.*
Jason Cashe: Hey! Waldo.. Listen man. Nevermind that money thing, I’m good for it. I got you!
Waldo: What do you want?
Jason Cashe: Air time..
Waldo: What?!
Jason Cashe: Air time. Tonight. Just get my spot recorded and you can play it whenever you get a spot to slide it in. I just need some air time, I have an announcement to make.
*Sighing.. Waldo looked over at his dry erase board where the lineup is scribbled down. What should happen, what has been requested for air time and the little room for randomness that might still take place. Shaking his head, Waldo looks back at the phone, at Jason Cashe on the call.*
Waldo: I’ll find you a spot.. But you owe me!
Jason Cashe: 50 Bucks and a Coupon for the Cougar Club! I know you like em on the elderly side!
Waldo: Good bye, Jason..
*Hanging up, Waldo tosses the phone back to Elm as the cameras fade out.*
*The scene opens to a Christmas setting in the back of the arena. There is a small “workshop” set up, and beside of it is a large seat with a man dressed like Santa sitting on it. There is fake snow all around, large candy cane lights, a ref, and even a life reindeer.
A little girl sits on Santa’s lap telling him what she would like for Christmas Mas. The Santa gives a deep and over-exaggerated laugh as he talks with the little girl. *
Little Girl: I want a Khloe Cox doll, a Junko Souma doll, an Eavan Maloney doll, AND, I want a pony.
Santa: AH, HA HA HA! HO! HO! HO! That last one is something Santa would have to clear with Mommy and Daddy.
Little Girl: They said I had to ask Santa is I want a pony.
Santa: Oh, ho ho, ha, ha, ho ho. Well, have you been a good girl this year?
Little Girl: Yes I have…. Well, I did get mad and say a potty word when that big meany El Diablo Blanco turned on the Diablo Nation.
Santa: Oh, that is understandable. We all get angry sometimes, but we have to channel that anger and let it go. We must forgive to be forgiven you know.
Little Girl: I love you Santa, you are so wise.
Santa: I love you too. Now, let’s get a picture for your Mom and Dad.
*The scene fades from Santa and the little girl hugging after the picture and back to the ring. *
A little girl sits on Santa’s lap telling him what she would like for Christmas Mas. The Santa gives a deep and over-exaggerated laugh as he talks with the little girl. *
Little Girl: I want a Khloe Cox doll, a Junko Souma doll, an Eavan Maloney doll, AND, I want a pony.
Santa: AH, HA HA HA! HO! HO! HO! That last one is something Santa would have to clear with Mommy and Daddy.
Little Girl: They said I had to ask Santa is I want a pony.
Santa: Oh, ho ho, ha, ha, ho ho. Well, have you been a good girl this year?
Little Girl: Yes I have…. Well, I did get mad and say a potty word when that big meany El Diablo Blanco turned on the Diablo Nation.
Santa: Oh, that is understandable. We all get angry sometimes, but we have to channel that anger and let it go. We must forgive to be forgiven you know.
Little Girl: I love you Santa, you are so wise.
Santa: I love you too. Now, let’s get a picture for your Mom and Dad.
*The scene fades from Santa and the little girl hugging after the picture and back to the ring. *
*We come back from break with Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the Secret Santa Battle Royal!
*The crowd cheers loudly as pyro goes off above the rafters and on the entrance and atop the Terrytron. Is not JMont type pyro, but still pretty good. Carol of the Bells by Lyric Noel begins to play and one by one the participants of the match start to make their way to the ring.*
Steve Cotton: Now the rules for this one are as follows:
*By now all the wrestlers have entered the ring and Steve is surrounded by TPW talent. *
Steve Cotton: Having said all that… Ladies and gentlemen… Let’s get ready to rumble!
*The crowd cheers loudly and the bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: No wait!
*All the wrestlers charge at each other, and Steve is caught in no man’s land, right between at all. *
Markson: Oh No! Poor Steve!
Napier: Steve you idiot, get out of there!
*Steve Cotton is being pushed around every which way and when he gets to the ropes, Jayce Pierce comes from behind him and throws him over the top! The refs on that side, Villano 16 and The Mullet Matthews tell him he’s gone! *
Markson: Wait, Cotton wasn’t in the match refs!
Napier: He was in there when the bell rung and it’s officially the first eliminated by Jayce! Nicely done man! You’re my favorite to win this now!
*The ring is packed and is hard to keep up with the action and the eliminations already taking place which are many and often. On one side we see “Busy” Betty Bea get gorilla press out of the ring by Rob Williams. In one corner, Maxine “Mad Max” Riggs was sitting in the top turnbuckle and Jayce Pierce drop kicks her off it, sending her stumbling down to the outside. On that same side, “Magic” Mike Jones gets scooped up by Synn and unceremoniously dumped to the outside, nearly falling on top of referee Lindsay Wallace, but thankfully the other ref on that side, Dizzy Dan pulled her out of the way. On the nearest side to them, Wildman Watson jumps on the shoulders of Aaron Warthog, hoping to deliver a hurricanrana but Warthog blocks it and instead power-bombs him to the outside! The Wildman hits hard and it’s KO’ed and Warthog makes a ”ooooh” face which he follows by saying ‘sorry’ as Villano 16 comes around to check on him. *
Markson: Nasty landing there by The Wildman….
Napier: Yeah, he may have to spend Christmas in the hospital, the poor bastard.
*Despite five eliminations, the ring is pretty packed but the bodies continue to fly. JC Walker stunned John Blade with a stiff right hand that sent him stumbling towards the ropes. JC then charges at Blade, hoping to clothesline him over but instead Blade steps up and back body drops him over the top and onto the outside, eliminating him. While Blade tells JC he couldn’t see him, Angelo Caito is delivering some stiff shots to the chest of Warthog. Caito then runs towards the ropes, bounces off and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Warthog blocks it, catching him and then carrying him towards the ropes where he tosses him out! A little bit more gently now, as clearly, he still feeling bad about Watson being carted out of the arena. Aaron is pushed out of the way as Synn has The Caribbean Queen by her throat, she then scoops her up and tosses her to the outside! Synn clearly doesn’t give a damn and she shoves the much bigger Warthog who shoves her back and soon the two are going at it! Meanwhile Becca Killswitch has managed to get Jayce Pierce over the top rope, and he is standing on the outside. She hooks him for a suplex, tries to get him up once, twice, three times but Pierce blocks each one and then he is the one that ends up lifting her and suplexing her to the outside! Mickey Kills comes out of nowhere, trying to toss Rob Williams by his head but Williams reverses it at the last second and sends him flying to the outside instead, right over Pierce who ducks at the right moment. *
Markson: and that marks elimination number 10 folks! They are definitely going fast aren’t they Napier?
Napier: Well that’s what happens when you put so many people in the ring at once: absolute chaos.
*As people start to pair off, in the middle of the ring we have a major stare down between Jimmy “THE” King and John Blade, clearly there is some history here as the two begin trading blows. Jimmy gets the upper hand and then takes a few steps back and then goes for a discus clothesline, but he misses as Blade ducks, then spins him around and lifts him onto his shoulders before dropping him with a Death Valley Driver! King pops up totally out of it and Blade grabs him and tosses him over the top, eliminating him! The crowd cheers loudly but he is then cut down by Zolton from behind. Jerome ACTION Jackson has Axel Shaw in the corner and then whips him to the other side, no, reversal by Shaw who pulls him in and drops him with a black hole slam! Shaw jumps to his feet, brings Jackson to his and tosses him over the top rope, eliminating him. “The Final Boss of Professional Wrestling” VLADISLAV comes from behind Shaw and lifts him over the top and tosses him out! No, Shaw hangs on and lands on the apron. VLADISLAV backs up and then tries to nail him with a big boot but Shaw moves out of the way and VLADISLAV is hung on the top rope, crushing the family jewels. Shaw quickly gets back inside the ring and nails VLADISLAV with a super kick that sends him stumbling to the outside, eliminating him. On the opposite corner, Noah “The Nomad” Stroud has Rob Williams in trouble, sitting him on the top turnbuckle and trying to super-plex him but Rob fights him off and manages to push him. Stroud crashes hard on the mat and Williams quickly stands up before jumping off and delivering a top rope headbutt! He gets to his feet shaking off the cobwebs but picking up Stroud and tossing him over the top, eliminating him! The camera focuses now on Jayce Pierce again, who this time is fighting “The Influencer” Kelly Hagan. She knees him in the mid-section and then scoops him up for a slam, no, Pierce manages to break free falling behind Hagan. He then spins her around, lifts her into his shoulders before dropping her with a cradle shock! He gets to his feet now, peels her off the mat before tossing her over the top and eliminating her! *
Markson: That is four eliminations by Pierce already, if we count him tossing out Steve Cotton.
Napier: Oh we’re definitely counting it! Where is he by the way, we should be very close to the 10-minute marker.
Markson: Well he is back on his normal chair and I’m looking at him, yup, he just gave us the thumbs up so he’s good to go.
Napier: Atta boy Cotton, way to tough it out.
Steve Cotton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE INITIAL 10 MINUTES HAVE EXPIRED! COUNTDOWN ELIMINATIONS BEGIN…. NOW!
*All the wrestlers take a moment to soak in the announcement, but soon the fights break out again. *
Markson: For our fans watching at home, the 2 minute counter has started and when we’re down to 10 seconds, you’ll see the timer come on the Terrytron and one of the wrestlers in the ring will be eliminated!
Napier: This is so exciting, who do you think it will be? My money is on Warthog!
*Jayce Pierce battles Axel Shaw while Rob Williams and John Blade exchange blows. Alister McKissick and Zolton are in a corner, trying to eliminate each other out but with neither being successful. Speaking of Warthog, he’s fighting Rose while Jace Savage and Synn are going at it. We stay with this last match up, as Synn picks up Savage into a body slam position before rushing the ropes, hoping to eliminate Savage. He however breaks free and falls behind Synn just as she hit the ropes. Synn turns around and Savage goes for a super kick! Synn ducks however and Savage gets tangled on the ropes, giving Syn the opportunity to move on him, grab him, scoop him up again but this time she drops him with a Sit-out Butterfly Cradle Drop she calls Beautiful Disaster! Savage is out and Synn picks him back up, lift him over the top rope and tosses him over, eliminating him! Warthog in the meantime whips Rose towards the ropes, no reversal by Rose. Warthog bounces off and Rose tries to pick up the big man! She gets him up halfway but the weight is too much and Warthog falls on top of her! He quickly gets back up, grabs her by her hair and lifts her up and whips her to the ropes again. She bounces off and Warthog nearly cuts her in half with his Stampede Spear! Warthog quickly gets to his feet, picks up Rose again and tosses her over the top, eliminating her! Just then the countdown gets started. *
Markson: Here we go Napier, this is where the reverse rumble aka Secret Santa beings! Once the countdown is over, who will be eliminated?!
Napier: I already told you, my money is on Aaron! He gots to go!
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*As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers left in the battle royal flash through like a lottery, but eventually stopping on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. ZOLTON has been eliminated!
Markson:Woah! Z is a goner Napier!
Napier: Damn, did not see that coming.
*Zolton who was battling it out with Alister McKissick isn’t too happy with his luck… The refs tell him he has to step out and so does Alister, and that seems to anger Zolton who nails Alister with a big boot out of nowhere! Alister drops but Zolton brings him back up, hooks him between his legs and then lifts him up before bringing him down hard with his finisher: Welcome to the Gates, a thunderous crucifix power bomb! Zolton has a few choice words to Alister before finally agreeing to leave the ring. Rob Williams, who had been fighting John Blade, rakes his eyes to break free and then quickly walks over to McKissick, picking him up and then tossing him over the top, eliminating him! *
Markson: Back to back eliminations there, one by the timer and one by a very opportunistic Rob Williams!
Napier: With the numbers winding down, you have to play the game a lot smarter and “The Legend” is doing exactly that!
*Williams doesn’t get much of a chance to celebrate as John Blade turns him around and lifts him onto his shoulder before dropping him with a death valley driver! Jayce Pierce goes after Blade now, but he gets a kick to the gut, a scoop and a DVD for him as well! Axel Shaw nails Blade from behind with a forearm, stunning him a bit. He then turns Blade around and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by Blade who pulls him in, lifts him into his shoulders and he too gets a DVD! Shaw rolls towards the outside and falls hard before Blade can follow up. As he gets up feeling pumped but Synn now jumps on his back, hoping to slow him down. Blade back pedals until he reaches the corner, crushing Synn against the turnbuckles! He then turns, lifts her onto his shoulders and delivers a DVD to her as well! He gets up more pumped than ever, but now runs into the monster that is Warthog! Both wrestlers have a stare down and the crowd is cheering loudly, anticipating something big. John quickly tries to lift Warthog but his back gives out on him. Warthog quickly rain downs forearms on him and then whips him towards the corner where Blade hits hard. Warthog now charges at him, going for his Stampede spear in the corner, but Blade moves out of the way at the last second and Warthog goes through the turnbuckle and hits the post! Blade pulls him out now, turns him around and using his never give up attitude, lifts Warthog onto his shoulders and delivers probably the biggest DVD he has ever delivered! *
Markson: John Blade is a house of fire!
Napier: I can’t believe you just said those words, but you are absolutely right! Oh wait, the countdown is starting again!
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*As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers left in the battle royal flash through again, but eventually stop on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. JOHN BLADE has been eliminated!
*John Blade cannot believe his luck… and neither can the crowd who boo loudly and shortly after a “This is bullshit!” chant gets started… After cleaning house, he is being forced to leave the ring by Villano 16 and Dizzy Dan. He shakes his head disappointed, but then gives a solute to the crowd before finally jumping out of the ring, looking over at Axel Shaw who is getting his ankle checked out. Back in the ring, all wrestlers are getting back up slowly, looking at who is left… “The Legend” Rob Williams decides to go after Jayce Pierce, leaving the much smaller Synn to deal with the big man Aaron Warthog. She’s up to the task and quickly goes to lock up with Aaron, who easily backs her to the corner and then, against better judgement, gives a clean break. Synn uses the opportunity to rake Aaron’s eyes, causing him to stumble towards the middle of the ring. Synn quickly climbs the turnbuckle, reaching the very top and then jumping off, going for a cross body block! Warthog is able to catch her however and plants her with a forward slam! He slowly gets to his feet and drags her towards the corner where he climbs onto the second turnbuckle, then bounces himself up and down to gain momentum before diving off with a Vader bomb he calls… *
Markson: The Belle Bomb! That has got to be the end of the night for Synn!
Napier: Yeah he squashed her twice, once with the slam and the other with that devastating bomb.
*Warthog picks up Synn and tries to toss her out, but like a spider-monkey, she hangs on to all the ropes. Rob Williams whips Pierce towards the corner, no reversal by Pierce who pulls Williams in, lifts him up and drops him with a flap jack! Pierce now gets on top of Williams, pulls back on his head and applies a dragon sleeper he calls “Comatose State.” The submission clearly won’t earn him a win or an elimination, but he can at least wear down Williams but the hold is broken up by Warthog who gives up on Synn and comes from behind Pierce, leveling him with a double axe handle smash. Warthog then turns him around and whips him towards the ropes, Pierce bounces off and tries to go for a Lou Thez Press but Warthog catches him with a bearhug! Warthog begins to trash him left and right, wearing him down as he walks towards the ropes before he eliminates him. However, the countdown gets started again. *
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* As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers left in the battle royal flash through again, but eventually stop on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. AARON WARTHOG has been eliminated!
Markson: And the timer eliminates the big man from this competition, which means the remaining wrestlers won’t have to worry about working together to eliminate the big man!
Napier: What a relief, because with John Blade gone, I don’t think any of the remaining wrestlers could have picked him up on their own.
*Aaron tosses Pierce to the side and puts his hands on his hips, not believing his luck. He sighs deeply and exits the ring without causing any trouble. Rob Williams now moves in on Pierce who is clearly hurting. He picks him up and then hooks him between his legs, cradles him and then drops him with a piledriver! That’s usually the set up for his diving headbutt finisher, however, as he is heading towards the corner, he is cut off by Synn who spits her Asian mist on his face! Williams stumbles backwards, clawing at his face as he screams in pain. Synn quickly moves in and picks him up, and drops him with a swinging leg hook fireman’s carry slam! Synn now gets up and then picks him back up, taking him towards the ropes and lifting him up and over, no, Williams fights the elimination, holding on to the ropes. Pierce who has slowly gotten to his feet, makes his way over to Synn and lifts her legs first, sending both her and Williams over! Pierce throws his arms up as he drops to his knees, thinking he’s won but both Williams and Synn landed on the apron, saving themselves. Pierce quickly gets up and goes after Synn but gets the Asian mist for his troubles! Pierce, much like Williams, falls backwards clawing at his face, trying to get the poisonous liquid out of his eyes. *
Markson: Where does she get that mist from Napier? You must know?
Napier: I sure as hell don’t, and I don’t dare to ask… Some questions are better left unanswered.
*Synn laughs as she sees Pierce squirming, and doesn’t notice Williams who has gotten enough of his sight back to do a sweep kick, causing Synn to fall to the apron and then to the outside! No! She hangs on to the bottom rope with both of her hands and only one of her feet touches the ground. Both Lindsey Wallace and “Mullet” Mathews are there to confirm it… As she struggles to swing her legs up, to get back inside the ring, Williams has gotten back up and he connects with a penalty kick right to her face and that knocks her out, causing her to let go and fall to the outside! *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. SYNN has been eliminated!
Markson: That is Williams fifth elimination tonight! The man has been on fire!
Napier: He sure has, and he eliminated Synn blindly technically… Is it too late to change my pick to him?
*William gets back in the ring and continues to wipe the mist off his face. Pierce is sitting on a corner doing the same thing. Once he has enough sight to see who is in front of him, he stands up. He then looks around at the ring and then at the crowd and points at Williams. Rob points back in return, telling him “It’s just you and me”. Jayce nods in agreement and the two begin to circle each other, ready to lock up and decide who is the winner between the two. Just as they are about an inch from each other however, the countdown gets started again! *
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Markson: Wait, what?!
Napier: I thought we were down to the last two?!
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*Williams and Pierce look at each other confused, which is kind of funny, seeing as both having dried mist on their faces. *
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* As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers in the battle royal flash through again, but eventually stop on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. JAYCE PIERCE has been eliminated!
*Jayce Pierce is irate, arguing with the refs on the outside, telling them there is only two of them left, but the refs shake their head “no” and tell him to get out. Williams watches laughing and doesn’t notice from behind that Axel Shaw has gotten back inside the ring! He turns Williams around and drops him with Broken Axel, a black hole slam! He jumps to his feet as Pierce turns around and sees Axel. He completely loses it and is about to charge at Axel but all four referees hit the ring and hold him back! *
Markson: Did you know Axel Shaw was still in the match?! I thought he was eliminated earlier by John Blade?!
Napier: I thought so too, but as we are watching the replay of that now, he was a victim to his Death Valley Driver like everyone else at that time, but he rolled to the outside and apparently rolled his ankle as he landed? I remember him being looked at by the refs, but to be frank, I completely forgot with so much action going on in the ring!
Markson: You’re right, he wasn’t eliminated, but look at him, he looks fine, his ankle is fine! Was he playing possum the whole time?
Napier: If he was, it was brilliantly done! He’s one of the final two once the refs are able to get Jayce Pierce out of the ring.
*That is easier said than done as Pierce continues to try to get at Axel. More officials arrive from the back and finally they are able to get Pierce out of the ring and back him up forcefully up the ramp. Axel continues laughing, but with that over and done with, he turns his attention back to Williams. He picks him up by his hair, and then runs towards the ropes with him and tosses him over the top and out! NO! Williams hangs on to the top rope and lands on the apron! *
Markson: Here we go Napier, one of these two men will be declared the winner!
Napier: This is some bull, Pierce was my pick to win this damn thing!
*Axel charges at Williams and goes for a drop kick, but William side steps it and Shaw falls hard on his face. Williams gets back in the ring and grabs Shaw as he was getting up, he hooks him for his crade-piledriver and delivers it in the middle of the ring! Williams gets up pumped now, telling the fans it’s all over. But instead of eliminating Shaw, he goes to the corner and climbs it. Once he is at the top, he signals to the crowd and jumps off, going for his diving headbutt but Shaw rolls out of the way at the last second! Williams lands hard and hold his head in pain while Shaw crawls towards the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He then stumbles towards Williams, picks him up and delivers Broken Axel! Shaw can feel it now, he picks up Williams off the mat, which is hard because Williams is out of it. He gets him to his feet and then tosses him over the top rope and eliminates him! NO! Williams still hangs on to the top rope, landing on the apron, but breathing hard and looking dazed. Axel charges at him and hits him with a throat thrust that causes Williams to let go and grab for his neck, losing his balance and falling to the outside! The bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the winner of the Secret Santa Battle Royal… AXEL SHAW!
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the Secret Santa Battle Royal!
*The crowd cheers loudly as pyro goes off above the rafters and on the entrance and atop the Terrytron. Is not JMont type pyro, but still pretty good. Carol of the Bells by Lyric Noel begins to play and one by one the participants of the match start to make their way to the ring.*
Steve Cotton: Now the rules for this one are as follows:
1) All wrestlers start in the ring, like a battle royal, and have 10 minutes to wrestle and eliminate each other the usual way, over the top.
2) I will make an announcement when the 10 minutes have expired.
3) At the 11:50 mark, a 10 second clock will start. When that expires, a name is drawn out and then displayed on the Terrytron and whoever it is must leave the match as they are eliminated!
4) Please note that in between countdowns, a wrestlers can still be eliminated over the top as usual.
5) Every 2 minutes thereafter, a new name will be drawn out (eliminated) until only 2 wrestlers remain.
6) Now the match goes on until 1 of those 2 wrestlers eliminates the other…
2) I will make an announcement when the 10 minutes have expired.
3) At the 11:50 mark, a 10 second clock will start. When that expires, a name is drawn out and then displayed on the Terrytron and whoever it is must leave the match as they are eliminated!
4) Please note that in between countdowns, a wrestlers can still be eliminated over the top as usual.
5) Every 2 minutes thereafter, a new name will be drawn out (eliminated) until only 2 wrestlers remain.
6) Now the match goes on until 1 of those 2 wrestlers eliminates the other…
*By now all the wrestlers have entered the ring and Steve is surrounded by TPW talent. *
Steve Cotton: Having said all that… Ladies and gentlemen… Let’s get ready to rumble!
*The crowd cheers loudly and the bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: No wait!
*All the wrestlers charge at each other, and Steve is caught in no man’s land, right between at all. *
Markson: Oh No! Poor Steve!
Napier: Steve you idiot, get out of there!
*Steve Cotton is being pushed around every which way and when he gets to the ropes, Jayce Pierce comes from behind him and throws him over the top! The refs on that side, Villano 16 and The Mullet Matthews tell him he’s gone! *
Markson: Wait, Cotton wasn’t in the match refs!
Napier: He was in there when the bell rung and it’s officially the first eliminated by Jayce! Nicely done man! You’re my favorite to win this now!
*The ring is packed and is hard to keep up with the action and the eliminations already taking place which are many and often. On one side we see “Busy” Betty Bea get gorilla press out of the ring by Rob Williams. In one corner, Maxine “Mad Max” Riggs was sitting in the top turnbuckle and Jayce Pierce drop kicks her off it, sending her stumbling down to the outside. On that same side, “Magic” Mike Jones gets scooped up by Synn and unceremoniously dumped to the outside, nearly falling on top of referee Lindsay Wallace, but thankfully the other ref on that side, Dizzy Dan pulled her out of the way. On the nearest side to them, Wildman Watson jumps on the shoulders of Aaron Warthog, hoping to deliver a hurricanrana but Warthog blocks it and instead power-bombs him to the outside! The Wildman hits hard and it’s KO’ed and Warthog makes a ”ooooh” face which he follows by saying ‘sorry’ as Villano 16 comes around to check on him. *
Markson: Nasty landing there by The Wildman….
Napier: Yeah, he may have to spend Christmas in the hospital, the poor bastard.
*Despite five eliminations, the ring is pretty packed but the bodies continue to fly. JC Walker stunned John Blade with a stiff right hand that sent him stumbling towards the ropes. JC then charges at Blade, hoping to clothesline him over but instead Blade steps up and back body drops him over the top and onto the outside, eliminating him. While Blade tells JC he couldn’t see him, Angelo Caito is delivering some stiff shots to the chest of Warthog. Caito then runs towards the ropes, bounces off and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Warthog blocks it, catching him and then carrying him towards the ropes where he tosses him out! A little bit more gently now, as clearly, he still feeling bad about Watson being carted out of the arena. Aaron is pushed out of the way as Synn has The Caribbean Queen by her throat, she then scoops her up and tosses her to the outside! Synn clearly doesn’t give a damn and she shoves the much bigger Warthog who shoves her back and soon the two are going at it! Meanwhile Becca Killswitch has managed to get Jayce Pierce over the top rope, and he is standing on the outside. She hooks him for a suplex, tries to get him up once, twice, three times but Pierce blocks each one and then he is the one that ends up lifting her and suplexing her to the outside! Mickey Kills comes out of nowhere, trying to toss Rob Williams by his head but Williams reverses it at the last second and sends him flying to the outside instead, right over Pierce who ducks at the right moment. *
Markson: and that marks elimination number 10 folks! They are definitely going fast aren’t they Napier?
Napier: Well that’s what happens when you put so many people in the ring at once: absolute chaos.
*As people start to pair off, in the middle of the ring we have a major stare down between Jimmy “THE” King and John Blade, clearly there is some history here as the two begin trading blows. Jimmy gets the upper hand and then takes a few steps back and then goes for a discus clothesline, but he misses as Blade ducks, then spins him around and lifts him onto his shoulders before dropping him with a Death Valley Driver! King pops up totally out of it and Blade grabs him and tosses him over the top, eliminating him! The crowd cheers loudly but he is then cut down by Zolton from behind. Jerome ACTION Jackson has Axel Shaw in the corner and then whips him to the other side, no, reversal by Shaw who pulls him in and drops him with a black hole slam! Shaw jumps to his feet, brings Jackson to his and tosses him over the top rope, eliminating him. “The Final Boss of Professional Wrestling” VLADISLAV comes from behind Shaw and lifts him over the top and tosses him out! No, Shaw hangs on and lands on the apron. VLADISLAV backs up and then tries to nail him with a big boot but Shaw moves out of the way and VLADISLAV is hung on the top rope, crushing the family jewels. Shaw quickly gets back inside the ring and nails VLADISLAV with a super kick that sends him stumbling to the outside, eliminating him. On the opposite corner, Noah “The Nomad” Stroud has Rob Williams in trouble, sitting him on the top turnbuckle and trying to super-plex him but Rob fights him off and manages to push him. Stroud crashes hard on the mat and Williams quickly stands up before jumping off and delivering a top rope headbutt! He gets to his feet shaking off the cobwebs but picking up Stroud and tossing him over the top, eliminating him! The camera focuses now on Jayce Pierce again, who this time is fighting “The Influencer” Kelly Hagan. She knees him in the mid-section and then scoops him up for a slam, no, Pierce manages to break free falling behind Hagan. He then spins her around, lifts her into his shoulders before dropping her with a cradle shock! He gets to his feet now, peels her off the mat before tossing her over the top and eliminating her! *
Markson: That is four eliminations by Pierce already, if we count him tossing out Steve Cotton.
Napier: Oh we’re definitely counting it! Where is he by the way, we should be very close to the 10-minute marker.
Markson: Well he is back on his normal chair and I’m looking at him, yup, he just gave us the thumbs up so he’s good to go.
Napier: Atta boy Cotton, way to tough it out.
Steve Cotton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE INITIAL 10 MINUTES HAVE EXPIRED! COUNTDOWN ELIMINATIONS BEGIN…. NOW!
*All the wrestlers take a moment to soak in the announcement, but soon the fights break out again. *
Markson: For our fans watching at home, the 2 minute counter has started and when we’re down to 10 seconds, you’ll see the timer come on the Terrytron and one of the wrestlers in the ring will be eliminated!
Napier: This is so exciting, who do you think it will be? My money is on Warthog!
*Jayce Pierce battles Axel Shaw while Rob Williams and John Blade exchange blows. Alister McKissick and Zolton are in a corner, trying to eliminate each other out but with neither being successful. Speaking of Warthog, he’s fighting Rose while Jace Savage and Synn are going at it. We stay with this last match up, as Synn picks up Savage into a body slam position before rushing the ropes, hoping to eliminate Savage. He however breaks free and falls behind Synn just as she hit the ropes. Synn turns around and Savage goes for a super kick! Synn ducks however and Savage gets tangled on the ropes, giving Syn the opportunity to move on him, grab him, scoop him up again but this time she drops him with a Sit-out Butterfly Cradle Drop she calls Beautiful Disaster! Savage is out and Synn picks him back up, lift him over the top rope and tosses him over, eliminating him! Warthog in the meantime whips Rose towards the ropes, no reversal by Rose. Warthog bounces off and Rose tries to pick up the big man! She gets him up halfway but the weight is too much and Warthog falls on top of her! He quickly gets back up, grabs her by her hair and lifts her up and whips her to the ropes again. She bounces off and Warthog nearly cuts her in half with his Stampede Spear! Warthog quickly gets to his feet, picks up Rose again and tosses her over the top, eliminating her! Just then the countdown gets started. *
Markson: Here we go Napier, this is where the reverse rumble aka Secret Santa beings! Once the countdown is over, who will be eliminated?!
Napier: I already told you, my money is on Aaron! He gots to go!
10!
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*As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers left in the battle royal flash through like a lottery, but eventually stopping on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. ZOLTON has been eliminated!
Markson:Woah! Z is a goner Napier!
Napier: Damn, did not see that coming.
*Zolton who was battling it out with Alister McKissick isn’t too happy with his luck… The refs tell him he has to step out and so does Alister, and that seems to anger Zolton who nails Alister with a big boot out of nowhere! Alister drops but Zolton brings him back up, hooks him between his legs and then lifts him up before bringing him down hard with his finisher: Welcome to the Gates, a thunderous crucifix power bomb! Zolton has a few choice words to Alister before finally agreeing to leave the ring. Rob Williams, who had been fighting John Blade, rakes his eyes to break free and then quickly walks over to McKissick, picking him up and then tossing him over the top, eliminating him! *
Markson: Back to back eliminations there, one by the timer and one by a very opportunistic Rob Williams!
Napier: With the numbers winding down, you have to play the game a lot smarter and “The Legend” is doing exactly that!
*Williams doesn’t get much of a chance to celebrate as John Blade turns him around and lifts him onto his shoulder before dropping him with a death valley driver! Jayce Pierce goes after Blade now, but he gets a kick to the gut, a scoop and a DVD for him as well! Axel Shaw nails Blade from behind with a forearm, stunning him a bit. He then turns Blade around and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by Blade who pulls him in, lifts him into his shoulders and he too gets a DVD! Shaw rolls towards the outside and falls hard before Blade can follow up. As he gets up feeling pumped but Synn now jumps on his back, hoping to slow him down. Blade back pedals until he reaches the corner, crushing Synn against the turnbuckles! He then turns, lifts her onto his shoulders and delivers a DVD to her as well! He gets up more pumped than ever, but now runs into the monster that is Warthog! Both wrestlers have a stare down and the crowd is cheering loudly, anticipating something big. John quickly tries to lift Warthog but his back gives out on him. Warthog quickly rain downs forearms on him and then whips him towards the corner where Blade hits hard. Warthog now charges at him, going for his Stampede spear in the corner, but Blade moves out of the way at the last second and Warthog goes through the turnbuckle and hits the post! Blade pulls him out now, turns him around and using his never give up attitude, lifts Warthog onto his shoulders and delivers probably the biggest DVD he has ever delivered! *
Markson: John Blade is a house of fire!
Napier: I can’t believe you just said those words, but you are absolutely right! Oh wait, the countdown is starting again!
10!
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*As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers left in the battle royal flash through again, but eventually stop on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. JOHN BLADE has been eliminated!
*John Blade cannot believe his luck… and neither can the crowd who boo loudly and shortly after a “This is bullshit!” chant gets started… After cleaning house, he is being forced to leave the ring by Villano 16 and Dizzy Dan. He shakes his head disappointed, but then gives a solute to the crowd before finally jumping out of the ring, looking over at Axel Shaw who is getting his ankle checked out. Back in the ring, all wrestlers are getting back up slowly, looking at who is left… “The Legend” Rob Williams decides to go after Jayce Pierce, leaving the much smaller Synn to deal with the big man Aaron Warthog. She’s up to the task and quickly goes to lock up with Aaron, who easily backs her to the corner and then, against better judgement, gives a clean break. Synn uses the opportunity to rake Aaron’s eyes, causing him to stumble towards the middle of the ring. Synn quickly climbs the turnbuckle, reaching the very top and then jumping off, going for a cross body block! Warthog is able to catch her however and plants her with a forward slam! He slowly gets to his feet and drags her towards the corner where he climbs onto the second turnbuckle, then bounces himself up and down to gain momentum before diving off with a Vader bomb he calls… *
Markson: The Belle Bomb! That has got to be the end of the night for Synn!
Napier: Yeah he squashed her twice, once with the slam and the other with that devastating bomb.
*Warthog picks up Synn and tries to toss her out, but like a spider-monkey, she hangs on to all the ropes. Rob Williams whips Pierce towards the corner, no reversal by Pierce who pulls Williams in, lifts him up and drops him with a flap jack! Pierce now gets on top of Williams, pulls back on his head and applies a dragon sleeper he calls “Comatose State.” The submission clearly won’t earn him a win or an elimination, but he can at least wear down Williams but the hold is broken up by Warthog who gives up on Synn and comes from behind Pierce, leveling him with a double axe handle smash. Warthog then turns him around and whips him towards the ropes, Pierce bounces off and tries to go for a Lou Thez Press but Warthog catches him with a bearhug! Warthog begins to trash him left and right, wearing him down as he walks towards the ropes before he eliminates him. However, the countdown gets started again. *
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* As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers left in the battle royal flash through again, but eventually stop on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. AARON WARTHOG has been eliminated!
Markson: And the timer eliminates the big man from this competition, which means the remaining wrestlers won’t have to worry about working together to eliminate the big man!
Napier: What a relief, because with John Blade gone, I don’t think any of the remaining wrestlers could have picked him up on their own.
*Aaron tosses Pierce to the side and puts his hands on his hips, not believing his luck. He sighs deeply and exits the ring without causing any trouble. Rob Williams now moves in on Pierce who is clearly hurting. He picks him up and then hooks him between his legs, cradles him and then drops him with a piledriver! That’s usually the set up for his diving headbutt finisher, however, as he is heading towards the corner, he is cut off by Synn who spits her Asian mist on his face! Williams stumbles backwards, clawing at his face as he screams in pain. Synn quickly moves in and picks him up, and drops him with a swinging leg hook fireman’s carry slam! Synn now gets up and then picks him back up, taking him towards the ropes and lifting him up and over, no, Williams fights the elimination, holding on to the ropes. Pierce who has slowly gotten to his feet, makes his way over to Synn and lifts her legs first, sending both her and Williams over! Pierce throws his arms up as he drops to his knees, thinking he’s won but both Williams and Synn landed on the apron, saving themselves. Pierce quickly gets up and goes after Synn but gets the Asian mist for his troubles! Pierce, much like Williams, falls backwards clawing at his face, trying to get the poisonous liquid out of his eyes. *
Markson: Where does she get that mist from Napier? You must know?
Napier: I sure as hell don’t, and I don’t dare to ask… Some questions are better left unanswered.
*Synn laughs as she sees Pierce squirming, and doesn’t notice Williams who has gotten enough of his sight back to do a sweep kick, causing Synn to fall to the apron and then to the outside! No! She hangs on to the bottom rope with both of her hands and only one of her feet touches the ground. Both Lindsey Wallace and “Mullet” Mathews are there to confirm it… As she struggles to swing her legs up, to get back inside the ring, Williams has gotten back up and he connects with a penalty kick right to her face and that knocks her out, causing her to let go and fall to the outside! *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. SYNN has been eliminated!
Markson: That is Williams fifth elimination tonight! The man has been on fire!
Napier: He sure has, and he eliminated Synn blindly technically… Is it too late to change my pick to him?
*William gets back in the ring and continues to wipe the mist off his face. Pierce is sitting on a corner doing the same thing. Once he has enough sight to see who is in front of him, he stands up. He then looks around at the ring and then at the crowd and points at Williams. Rob points back in return, telling him “It’s just you and me”. Jayce nods in agreement and the two begin to circle each other, ready to lock up and decide who is the winner between the two. Just as they are about an inch from each other however, the countdown gets started again! *
10!
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Markson: Wait, what?!
Napier: I thought we were down to the last two?!
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*Williams and Pierce look at each other confused, which is kind of funny, seeing as both having dried mist on their faces. *
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* As the countdown hits zero, pictures of the wrestlers in the battle royal flash through again, but eventually stop on the picture of… *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen…. JAYCE PIERCE has been eliminated!
*Jayce Pierce is irate, arguing with the refs on the outside, telling them there is only two of them left, but the refs shake their head “no” and tell him to get out. Williams watches laughing and doesn’t notice from behind that Axel Shaw has gotten back inside the ring! He turns Williams around and drops him with Broken Axel, a black hole slam! He jumps to his feet as Pierce turns around and sees Axel. He completely loses it and is about to charge at Axel but all four referees hit the ring and hold him back! *
Markson: Did you know Axel Shaw was still in the match?! I thought he was eliminated earlier by John Blade?!
Napier: I thought so too, but as we are watching the replay of that now, he was a victim to his Death Valley Driver like everyone else at that time, but he rolled to the outside and apparently rolled his ankle as he landed? I remember him being looked at by the refs, but to be frank, I completely forgot with so much action going on in the ring!
Markson: You’re right, he wasn’t eliminated, but look at him, he looks fine, his ankle is fine! Was he playing possum the whole time?
Napier: If he was, it was brilliantly done! He’s one of the final two once the refs are able to get Jayce Pierce out of the ring.
*That is easier said than done as Pierce continues to try to get at Axel. More officials arrive from the back and finally they are able to get Pierce out of the ring and back him up forcefully up the ramp. Axel continues laughing, but with that over and done with, he turns his attention back to Williams. He picks him up by his hair, and then runs towards the ropes with him and tosses him over the top and out! NO! Williams hangs on to the top rope and lands on the apron! *
Markson: Here we go Napier, one of these two men will be declared the winner!
Napier: This is some bull, Pierce was my pick to win this damn thing!
*Axel charges at Williams and goes for a drop kick, but William side steps it and Shaw falls hard on his face. Williams gets back in the ring and grabs Shaw as he was getting up, he hooks him for his crade-piledriver and delivers it in the middle of the ring! Williams gets up pumped now, telling the fans it’s all over. But instead of eliminating Shaw, he goes to the corner and climbs it. Once he is at the top, he signals to the crowd and jumps off, going for his diving headbutt but Shaw rolls out of the way at the last second! Williams lands hard and hold his head in pain while Shaw crawls towards the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He then stumbles towards Williams, picks him up and delivers Broken Axel! Shaw can feel it now, he picks up Williams off the mat, which is hard because Williams is out of it. He gets him to his feet and then tosses him over the top rope and eliminates him! NO! Williams still hangs on to the top rope, landing on the apron, but breathing hard and looking dazed. Axel charges at him and hits him with a throat thrust that causes Williams to let go and grab for his neck, losing his balance and falling to the outside! The bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the winner of the Secret Santa Battle Royal… AXEL SHAW!
*Axel Shaw climbs the ropes taunting the crowd and revelling in his victory *
*The shot cuts from Axel Shaw having won back to the announcers table. *
Markson: Huge win for Axel Shaw, and a nice feather in the cap for The Mecca.
Napier: And just imagine how cocky they will be after JMont takes out Maxwell Mason Stone later tonight. The Mecca better watch out before the Cabal puts a target on their backs.
*Suddenly the lights drop in the arena. "Just A Girl" by No Doubt starts to play as the Thundertron lights up with a dark purple raven before a dark colour scorpion stabs it with its tail as the letters spelling out Veronica Strader-Cain appear in the same colour but outlined in white. Her sneering face appears as the arena lights in silver and purple flicker throughout the arena to the rhythm of the music. The crowd pops as the woman herself walks out from behind the curtain obviously looking for a fine as a lit Marlboro Red dangles between her lips in the corner of her mouth. Her manager, Liz Vitale Smyth is behind her. They are in matching leather motorcycle jackets but Veronica’s is her signature purple like her jeans and wears her late mother’s old snakeskin cowgirl boots. The two begin their way to the ring.*
Napier: Strader back to her original entrance music followed by her big *eyed* manager.
Markson: Can only imagine what she has to say, the b... buthead.
Napier: Oh Marky Mark, she apologized for hitting you and you can’t blame her for being salty. She was cheated fairly out of winning her cash.
Markson: Cheated fairly? That’s an oxymoronic statement.
Napier: Who are you calling Moronic?
Cotton: Making their way to the ring accompanied by Liz Vitale Smyth… she is the one… the only… THE SCORPION VERONICA STRADER-CAIN!!!!!
Markson: Hmm. She hyphenated her maiden name… gone back to her original music… and even her hair is longer again…
Napier: Kicking it old school as the kids say.
Markson: You don’t know what kids say, old man.
Napier: I know more of it than you, Tub-Tub.
*The duo reach ringside as Veronica walks up the steel steps, wiping her boots on the ring apron as Liz makes her way over to the other side of the ring retrieving a microphone. Veronica walks to the side of the ring taking the microphone as Liz stays on the floor, clapping her hands above her head as the music dies down, getting the crowd amped.*
TPW Crowd: RON-NIE! *clap clap clap* RON-NIE! *clap clap clap*
Napier: The TPW universe is definitely happy to see her.
Markson: It would appear that way. We are an hour and a half from her hometown of London.
Napier: Isn’t London in England?
Markson: Who are you? Archie Bunker of All in the Family when he sent an order of Christmas trees to London England instead of London, Ontario Canada?
Napier: I can promise you no one under the age of 40 understood that reference.
VSC: Ahh Hello my TPW Faithful! As angry as I have been, it's great to be back home so close to where I grew up in THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!!!!
*The Canadian fans give their very loud cheap pop for the old OCW reference to Canada. Veronica kinda smiles for a split second but it’s back to an angry sneer almost instantly.*
VSC: What a big night at the second Winter Wrestleland: J. Mont, Lights Out, Larry Tact, Malvaldos Brothers, the return to ring action for the one and only Mike “What’s Continuity?” Zybala and Matthew Knox are all in the line up tonight… and even though I should be in the main event, it’s one hell of a show TPW management has lined up for everyone tonight.
Now, I know I have only had two matches since my failed cash-in, one against a former TPW wrestler turned my uncle’s co-partner for OCW security and that joke Caribbean “queen” but I was told I better show up tonight and address all of you or I would face a fine. Now, you all know, I am not one to be told what to do but I felt I owed it to all of at the very least to come out here and talk to all of you and the fans watching at home, the bar, probably some on the phone as they take a stinky Vaughn about where I have been and why I haven’t been around doing what I do when I step in this ring: win and take names.
*Veronica lowers the mic to her side for a couple of seconds, letting the fans cheer but also to gather her words internally.*
VSC: To be honest with you all, I am having a very difficult time with being Fudging misted like it’s still 1997 costing me the goal I set when I returned to TPW: winning and becoming the TPW International Champion. Vaughn did something I didn’t think he would do. After all, our first meeting he didn’t use outside interference but I guess he knows I am one of very few in this industry that can stand across the ring from him and beat him 1-2-3 cleanly so maybe I understand why he got the assist to retain what should be MY championship. But I also shouldn’t be surprised considering that my great Uncle tHE dREAM rEAPER, my grandfather SNS, my aunt and mom the Cowgirls From Hell and every other Strader to step foot in the squared-circle gets NO respect!
Markson: I understood that reference. But, also, she wasn't misted it was an aerosol can that was sprayed in her eyes.
Napier: It’s Rodney Dangerfield. Only an ignorant fool doesn’t know who one of the kings of comedy is, and she was blinded how do you expect her to know the difference Tub-Tub?
VSC: And while it should be Father versus Daughter in the main event tonight, especially so close to my hometown it isn’t and there isn’t a Fuding thing I can do about it. As everyone can tell I am bitter as Fudge and that’s exactly why I haven’t been around. Why would I want to lace up my boots for a company that doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me? You would think after the way it all went down that management would’ve gone “Hey, Ronnie, ya know what… you should get another shot!” but instead I got booked against a couple of jabronis and everything about my Claim The Fame win was just removed from the official website like it never happened.
But ya know… I have always been accountable in my life and I need to be now. I haven’t shown, I guess, that I deserve better. I meant it when I said I am done chasing top titles. Just like when I got screwed in OCW last year against The Big Bifford, I got screwed here and let’s face it, I will get screwed again, whether it is here or somewhere else.
Don't worry, I am not a big bitch like Jim Caedus who runs away, quits while blaming demonic possession for my loss after not winning the big one. No, I am gonna return to action in the New Year in TPW!
*The fans cheer at her statement of returning to action in the New Year as Liz continues to get the Canadian fans going.*
Napier: I am, for one, very happy to hear that. Aren’t you, Tubby?
Markson: As much as I am not a fan of hers I can’t say TPW isn’t a better place when she is wrestling. And stop calling me that, jerk!
VSC: I did mean it when I said I wasn’t going after the International Championship (nor any championship in the company) as I no longer trust the powers that be. I am here to hand out ass whippings and show the powers that be the huge mistake they made slightling me.
Whoever has the unfortunate task of stepping through these ropes to face me is going to learn why I am the Baba Jaga and Scorpion of the industry today… and learn this very valuable lesson…
God forgives…
*Veronica holds the microphone out towards the crowd.*
TPW Fans: I DON’T!!!!
*The Scorpion Veronica Strader-Cain tosses the mic out of the ring with Steve Cotton barely catching it as “Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts up again as the fans cheer for the meanest Strader in the game today. She looks into the camera saying only the people watching on TV can hear: “Good luck, old man, win that strap”.*
Markson: Cain has given herself a task for TPW in 2024.
Napier: That’s great and all but I can’t help but be disappointed she isn’t looking to become a champion. She was a dominant champion in OCW in a record-settling legendary run that got her inducted into their Hall of Fame and I am sure she would’ve been in CU:LT if not for Professor Peebody taking advantage of her injured self.
Markson: I guess she’s looking to show the boss they won’t get to use her to draw as a champion. I can’t help but think it’s a mistake.
*Veronica and Liz stop at the entranceway but don’t turn around. Veronica just raises her left arm up, pointing to the sky before disappearing behind the curtain as the show continues on with the shot switching to the commentary desk again. *
Napier: Strader back to her original entrance music followed by her big *eyed* manager.
Markson: Can only imagine what she has to say, the b... buthead.
Napier: Oh Marky Mark, she apologized for hitting you and you can’t blame her for being salty. She was cheated fairly out of winning her cash.
Markson: Cheated fairly? That’s an oxymoronic statement.
Napier: Who are you calling Moronic?
Cotton: Making their way to the ring accompanied by Liz Vitale Smyth… she is the one… the only… THE SCORPION VERONICA STRADER-CAIN!!!!!
Markson: Hmm. She hyphenated her maiden name… gone back to her original music… and even her hair is longer again…
Napier: Kicking it old school as the kids say.
Markson: You don’t know what kids say, old man.
Napier: I know more of it than you, Tub-Tub.
*The duo reach ringside as Veronica walks up the steel steps, wiping her boots on the ring apron as Liz makes her way over to the other side of the ring retrieving a microphone. Veronica walks to the side of the ring taking the microphone as Liz stays on the floor, clapping her hands above her head as the music dies down, getting the crowd amped.*
TPW Crowd: RON-NIE! *clap clap clap* RON-NIE! *clap clap clap*
Napier: The TPW universe is definitely happy to see her.
Markson: It would appear that way. We are an hour and a half from her hometown of London.
Napier: Isn’t London in England?
Markson: Who are you? Archie Bunker of All in the Family when he sent an order of Christmas trees to London England instead of London, Ontario Canada?
Napier: I can promise you no one under the age of 40 understood that reference.
VSC: Ahh Hello my TPW Faithful! As angry as I have been, it's great to be back home so close to where I grew up in THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!!!!
*The Canadian fans give their very loud cheap pop for the old OCW reference to Canada. Veronica kinda smiles for a split second but it’s back to an angry sneer almost instantly.*
VSC: What a big night at the second Winter Wrestleland: J. Mont, Lights Out, Larry Tact, Malvaldos Brothers, the return to ring action for the one and only Mike “What’s Continuity?” Zybala and Matthew Knox are all in the line up tonight… and even though I should be in the main event, it’s one hell of a show TPW management has lined up for everyone tonight.
Now, I know I have only had two matches since my failed cash-in, one against a former TPW wrestler turned my uncle’s co-partner for OCW security and that joke Caribbean “queen” but I was told I better show up tonight and address all of you or I would face a fine. Now, you all know, I am not one to be told what to do but I felt I owed it to all of at the very least to come out here and talk to all of you and the fans watching at home, the bar, probably some on the phone as they take a stinky Vaughn about where I have been and why I haven’t been around doing what I do when I step in this ring: win and take names.
*Veronica lowers the mic to her side for a couple of seconds, letting the fans cheer but also to gather her words internally.*
VSC: To be honest with you all, I am having a very difficult time with being Fudging misted like it’s still 1997 costing me the goal I set when I returned to TPW: winning and becoming the TPW International Champion. Vaughn did something I didn’t think he would do. After all, our first meeting he didn’t use outside interference but I guess he knows I am one of very few in this industry that can stand across the ring from him and beat him 1-2-3 cleanly so maybe I understand why he got the assist to retain what should be MY championship. But I also shouldn’t be surprised considering that my great Uncle tHE dREAM rEAPER, my grandfather SNS, my aunt and mom the Cowgirls From Hell and every other Strader to step foot in the squared-circle gets NO respect!
Markson: I understood that reference. But, also, she wasn't misted it was an aerosol can that was sprayed in her eyes.
Napier: It’s Rodney Dangerfield. Only an ignorant fool doesn’t know who one of the kings of comedy is, and she was blinded how do you expect her to know the difference Tub-Tub?
VSC: And while it should be Father versus Daughter in the main event tonight, especially so close to my hometown it isn’t and there isn’t a Fuding thing I can do about it. As everyone can tell I am bitter as Fudge and that’s exactly why I haven’t been around. Why would I want to lace up my boots for a company that doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me? You would think after the way it all went down that management would’ve gone “Hey, Ronnie, ya know what… you should get another shot!” but instead I got booked against a couple of jabronis and everything about my Claim The Fame win was just removed from the official website like it never happened.
But ya know… I have always been accountable in my life and I need to be now. I haven’t shown, I guess, that I deserve better. I meant it when I said I am done chasing top titles. Just like when I got screwed in OCW last year against The Big Bifford, I got screwed here and let’s face it, I will get screwed again, whether it is here or somewhere else.
Don't worry, I am not a big bitch like Jim Caedus who runs away, quits while blaming demonic possession for my loss after not winning the big one. No, I am gonna return to action in the New Year in TPW!
*The fans cheer at her statement of returning to action in the New Year as Liz continues to get the Canadian fans going.*
Napier: I am, for one, very happy to hear that. Aren’t you, Tubby?
Markson: As much as I am not a fan of hers I can’t say TPW isn’t a better place when she is wrestling. And stop calling me that, jerk!
VSC: I did mean it when I said I wasn’t going after the International Championship (nor any championship in the company) as I no longer trust the powers that be. I am here to hand out ass whippings and show the powers that be the huge mistake they made slightling me.
Whoever has the unfortunate task of stepping through these ropes to face me is going to learn why I am the Baba Jaga and Scorpion of the industry today… and learn this very valuable lesson…
God forgives…
*Veronica holds the microphone out towards the crowd.*
TPW Fans: I DON’T!!!!
*The Scorpion Veronica Strader-Cain tosses the mic out of the ring with Steve Cotton barely catching it as “Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts up again as the fans cheer for the meanest Strader in the game today. She looks into the camera saying only the people watching on TV can hear: “Good luck, old man, win that strap”.*
Markson: Cain has given herself a task for TPW in 2024.
Napier: That’s great and all but I can’t help but be disappointed she isn’t looking to become a champion. She was a dominant champion in OCW in a record-settling legendary run that got her inducted into their Hall of Fame and I am sure she would’ve been in CU:LT if not for Professor Peebody taking advantage of her injured self.
Markson: I guess she’s looking to show the boss they won’t get to use her to draw as a champion. I can’t help but think it’s a mistake.
*Veronica and Liz stop at the entranceway but don’t turn around. Veronica just raises her left arm up, pointing to the sky before disappearing behind the curtain as the show continues on with the shot switching to the commentary desk again. *
Markson: Up next is our first of FOUR big title matches here tonight, as Leah Aguero looks to capture the Prestige Championship from a red hot Andrea Hernandez.
Napier: Keep your fantasies about Andrea Henandez to yourself. Tonight is the night that The Equalizer, The War Queen Leah Aguero brings more gold hold to The Cabal.
Markson: That isn't what I meant when I said Andrea is red hot, and the Prestige title is silver, not gold.
*The shot cuts to Steve Cotton ready to introduce the match. *
Steve Cotton: Thunderamaniacs! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Championship!!!
*Crowd pops at this announcement.
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. *
Markson: A chilly reception for the ‘War Queen,’ who has been in the line of fire within the Asylum War Games and other fiery battles of the past few months.
Napier: Cut to the chase already, Markson. Leah has been blazing a trail in a tremendously successful year for the Cabal. She’s getting her due tonight with this Prestige Championship match.
*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. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds, she is the number one contender to the Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Championship! ‘THE WAR QUEEN’ LEAH AGUERO!!!
Markson: You think Leah has earned this shot, but that’s been questioned by several people, including her opponent tonight, the Prestige champion!
Napier: Yippee…
*“Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, from Paradise Valley, Arizona! She weighs in at one hundred twenty five pounds and is the reigning Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Champion… ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!!
Markson: Andrea has come into TPW and shown an impassioned fight in her that has put the roster on notice. She’s no stranger to gold in her past, and earned her Prestige title match against CJ O’Donnell, taking the mantle of Champion from him at Night of the Living Dead.
Napier: She had better hope CJ doesn’t return anytime soon, or she’ll regret that title win.
Markson: No word on CJ O’Donnell’s status, but the Thunderamaniacs are fired up for this championship match!
*Before the bell’s echo quiets, Andrea sprints across the ring and takes Leah head-on with strikes to massive cheers. The only problem is that the ‘War Queen’ meets her strikes with a flurry of her own, and the two are in an exchange of blows right off the bat. Hernandez looks to be backing up Aguero when the latter sneaks in a knee to the abdomen that halts Andrea. For the ‘War Queen’ it’s enough to allow her to chop Andrea, stunning the champion and allowing Leah to yank her into a grapple and land a Snap Suplex. Aguero pops back up and Andrea quickly follows, only to find Leah ready for her quick reaction and hitting an Arm Drag into a sitting armbar. A couple short elbows to the side of Leah’s head manages to free the champion, though, and she turns back facing Aguero as she stands and swings with a clothesline – blocked! Aguero uses both arms to swat away Andrea’s arm and floors her with a front Dropkick. Leah quickly covers! *
One!
Kickout at two!
Markson: A fast start to this one, with the ‘War Queen’ gaining an early advantage.
Napier: Hernandez thought she would be able to take the challenger off guard, not thinking Aguero would welcome the exchange. She’s always ready to fight it out.
Markson: Andrea tried throwing an early curveball, a good effort. Her bread-and-butter is more lucha style than striking, although she’s been rounding out her skills.
Napier: For now she just needs to find her way back to even ground. Good luck there!
*Leah picks up Andrea and hits a body slam, followed by a Springboard Moonsault. Aguero wants another cover, but Andrea fights out of that and both grapple to a standing position. Leah maintains control with a couple of stiff strikes and a Roundhouse kick that leave Hernandez vulnerable. Leah sees her stunned and goes for her signature Axe kick but Andrea ducks under and bounces off the ropes to land a Springboard Bulldog that downs Aguero. Both wrestlers roll onto their stomachs and get up at roughly the same time. Leah looks to build steam with a two handed chop that forces Leah back a step. Andrea steps in with a Spinning Wheel Kick and rolls through afterwards to crouch behind Leah as she staggers back. Andrea grabs her in a rear hammerlock and then sends Aguero up and slamming down with a Hammerlock Belly to Back Suplex that gets the crowd buzzing. Andrea with a cover! *
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Markson: That gets a two count from referee Villano 16, who is keeping close watch of the action.
Napier: Yes, have to watch that this champion doesn’t try and pull a fast one with that cover.
Markson: Oh, please, Nick. You know full well Andrea has fought and earned the Prestige title, and Leah’s the one who has benefitted from the Cabal’s influence.
Napier: Always blaming the Cabal and their efforts.
*The Thunderamaniacs see Andrea is getting fired up, and begin chanting her name. She brings up Leah, who breaks out and juts forward with a Headbutt that Andrea narrowly dodges before landing a Side Suplex on Aguero that bounces her off the mat and lands her on her stomach. Andrea measures her opponent to get up this time and hits a running Hurricanrana that lands Aguero on her back. The ‘War Queen’ is not ready to stay down and when she gets up, Andrea goes for her Phoenix Backbreaker and finds Leah slip out before she can execute. Leah gets behind Leah and lands a wicked Clothesline to the back of Andrea’s head! She then clips the back of Andrea’s knee to send her down to one, and bounces off the ropes with a running Leg Lariat that sends Andrea down again. Leah covers! *
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Markson: The challenger transitions into a single leg Boston Crab right after that kickout, not giving the champion any breathing room. The War Queen has been impressive so far, staying in control for most of it.
Napier: You don’t need another reason why the Cabal trusted their most important business in this woman’s ability to brawl with the best and strike down people like Andrea, who think they can unsettle the established order. Leah is on the right side of history.
*Andrea is testing where she can move while in the armbar until Aguero wrenches back on it, halting the champion in pain. Andrea tries to reach for the nearest ropes but she’s still too far away.*
Markson: There’s no question that with The War Queen’s help, the Cabal has taken control of TPW, but Andrea was adamant that she would not allow them to claim her Prestige title tonight. She’s not going to just let Leah end this reign.
Napier: But it would be so much easier that way…
*Andrea tries again to shift closer to the ropes, fighting through the increasing pain in her arm and shoulder. But as she comes within scant inches of the ropes, Aguero spots the free arm reaching. She extends her leg and her boot acts as a progress stopper as Andrea reaches out…*
Markson: The Prestige Champion cannot close the distance for a rope break thanks to Leah’s boot blocking her movement!
Napier: These Molsen infused Canadian slobs don’t realize that those last inches are the most agonizing. Especially when the War Queen decides to apply a submission, she’s not letting go until this match is over.
Markson: The Prestige Champion may not have another choice but to– wait a sec!
*Andrea senses the roadblock and makes a snap decision, shifting her body and rolling Leah onto her back for a pinning predicament! *
One!
Two!
…
KICKOUT!
Napier: I told you she was devious!
Markson: The Champion making a wise move and creating a pinfall attempt on Leah, who’s forced to break the hold or lose her title shot.
Napier: It’s futile anyway, Leah wasn’t fooled. There’s only a matter of minutes before The War Queen becomes even more prestigious.
Markson: Here they go!
*Both Andrea and Leah are back up and The War Queen tries playing to her strength and instigating a brawl. Instead Hernandez takes advantage of Aguero’s open midsection and backs her up with a kick. Leah remains stubborn and comes charging right back into a Hurrianrana that sends her tumbling through the ropes onto the apron. She uses the rope to rise and Hernandez grabs the top rope and hits a jumpkick that sends Aguero to the outside. As she turns ANDREA COMES SOARING OVER WITH A PLANCHA THAT TAKES BOTH WRESTLERS TO THE FLOOR!! *
Markson: What a sensational over the top Plancha onto Leah Aguero by Andrea! Both women are slow to get their bearings as Villano 16 begins a count…
Napier: Andrea should have been penalized for attacking a defenseless wrestler.
Markson: Nick, you may be confusing your sports rules…
Napier: I’ve got my head on straight, Markson. The Cabal even made bank on our Rams/Saints Thursday night parlay – in part because Nick Knows! Just like I know Leah should have been allowed time to stand before this so-called fighting champion kicked her in the head.
Markson: It’s all legal as far as I can see, and Villano 16 let them fight it out. Now he reaches the count of three…
*Four!
Five!
As Andrea picks up Leah to toss her back in the ring, Aguero sneaks in a poke to the eye! Andrea is momentarily blinded and rubs at her eye, allowing Leah to grab her by the neck and tights before SHOVING HER INTO THE RINGPOST!
Six!
The War Queen sees her opponent dazed and gets onto the apron… *
Markson: But Leah doesn’t stop at the apron, climbing all the way to the top rope and…
Napier: LEAH RISING!! (Corkscrew Moonsault)
*Seven!
The War Queen sells out on risk and contorts her body in extraordinary fashion, landing her signature move to the outside of the ring! *
Napier: Get her back in, Leah, and another title for the Caban; is all but ours!
Eight!
*Leah manages to lift Andrea onto the apron and shove her under the ropes…*
Nine!
Markson: Leah… JUST BEATS THE COUNT! She pushed it all the way to the last moment and flops an arm over Andrea!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THR– SHOULDER UP!!!
*The crowd hoots and hollers at seeing the match goes on! *
Napier: That was three! THREE!!
Markson: No, it was a TWO according to Villano 16. The Prestige Champion showing how far she’s willing to go to retain her title!
Napier: That sounds great, but she it won’t be far enough, even if this referee is jealous of The War Queen’s mask game.
Markson: What? That’s as confusing logic as Leah seems just as confused looking for her next move…
*Leah is shocked that wasn’t enough and slams the mat in frustration. She glares at Villano 16 as she brings Andrea up to her feet… Andrea with strikes to the midsection! She lands forearms once, twice, three times and then CHOPS Leah back towards the ropes. Andrea whips Leah off the other side and lines up Destiny’s Drop (Floatover DDT)!! But Leah spins out and maintains a grapple, looking to hit Going Savage!! Before those vicious Muay Thai Knee Strikes get underway, Andrea catches one of Leah’s legs and hits a modified Exploder Suplex that has Leah rolling on the mat in pain. Andrea looks around at the screaming Thunderamaniacs and unleashes a roar of her own! She springs off the ropes for a Hurricanrana and– The War Queen stops the champion mid-swing! She throws Andrea into the corner turnbuckles and covers! *
ONE!
*Crowd pops at this announcement.
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. *
Markson: A chilly reception for the ‘War Queen,’ who has been in the line of fire within the Asylum War Games and other fiery battles of the past few months.
Napier: Cut to the chase already, Markson. Leah has been blazing a trail in a tremendously successful year for the Cabal. She’s getting her due tonight with this Prestige Championship match.
*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. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds, she is the number one contender to the Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Championship! ‘THE WAR QUEEN’ LEAH AGUERO!!!
Markson: You think Leah has earned this shot, but that’s been questioned by several people, including her opponent tonight, the Prestige champion!
Napier: Yippee…
*“Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, from Paradise Valley, Arizona! She weighs in at one hundred twenty five pounds and is the reigning Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Champion… ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!!
Markson: Andrea has come into TPW and shown an impassioned fight in her that has put the roster on notice. She’s no stranger to gold in her past, and earned her Prestige title match against CJ O’Donnell, taking the mantle of Champion from him at Night of the Living Dead.
Napier: She had better hope CJ doesn’t return anytime soon, or she’ll regret that title win.
Markson: No word on CJ O’Donnell’s status, but the Thunderamaniacs are fired up for this championship match!
*Before the bell’s echo quiets, Andrea sprints across the ring and takes Leah head-on with strikes to massive cheers. The only problem is that the ‘War Queen’ meets her strikes with a flurry of her own, and the two are in an exchange of blows right off the bat. Hernandez looks to be backing up Aguero when the latter sneaks in a knee to the abdomen that halts Andrea. For the ‘War Queen’ it’s enough to allow her to chop Andrea, stunning the champion and allowing Leah to yank her into a grapple and land a Snap Suplex. Aguero pops back up and Andrea quickly follows, only to find Leah ready for her quick reaction and hitting an Arm Drag into a sitting armbar. A couple short elbows to the side of Leah’s head manages to free the champion, though, and she turns back facing Aguero as she stands and swings with a clothesline – blocked! Aguero uses both arms to swat away Andrea’s arm and floors her with a front Dropkick. Leah quickly covers! *
One!
Kickout at two!
Markson: A fast start to this one, with the ‘War Queen’ gaining an early advantage.
Napier: Hernandez thought she would be able to take the challenger off guard, not thinking Aguero would welcome the exchange. She’s always ready to fight it out.
Markson: Andrea tried throwing an early curveball, a good effort. Her bread-and-butter is more lucha style than striking, although she’s been rounding out her skills.
Napier: For now she just needs to find her way back to even ground. Good luck there!
*Leah picks up Andrea and hits a body slam, followed by a Springboard Moonsault. Aguero wants another cover, but Andrea fights out of that and both grapple to a standing position. Leah maintains control with a couple of stiff strikes and a Roundhouse kick that leave Hernandez vulnerable. Leah sees her stunned and goes for her signature Axe kick but Andrea ducks under and bounces off the ropes to land a Springboard Bulldog that downs Aguero. Both wrestlers roll onto their stomachs and get up at roughly the same time. Leah looks to build steam with a two handed chop that forces Leah back a step. Andrea steps in with a Spinning Wheel Kick and rolls through afterwards to crouch behind Leah as she staggers back. Andrea grabs her in a rear hammerlock and then sends Aguero up and slamming down with a Hammerlock Belly to Back Suplex that gets the crowd buzzing. Andrea with a cover! *
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Markson: That gets a two count from referee Villano 16, who is keeping close watch of the action.
Napier: Yes, have to watch that this champion doesn’t try and pull a fast one with that cover.
Markson: Oh, please, Nick. You know full well Andrea has fought and earned the Prestige title, and Leah’s the one who has benefitted from the Cabal’s influence.
Napier: Always blaming the Cabal and their efforts.
*The Thunderamaniacs see Andrea is getting fired up, and begin chanting her name. She brings up Leah, who breaks out and juts forward with a Headbutt that Andrea narrowly dodges before landing a Side Suplex on Aguero that bounces her off the mat and lands her on her stomach. Andrea measures her opponent to get up this time and hits a running Hurricanrana that lands Aguero on her back. The ‘War Queen’ is not ready to stay down and when she gets up, Andrea goes for her Phoenix Backbreaker and finds Leah slip out before she can execute. Leah gets behind Leah and lands a wicked Clothesline to the back of Andrea’s head! She then clips the back of Andrea’s knee to send her down to one, and bounces off the ropes with a running Leg Lariat that sends Andrea down again. Leah covers! *
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Markson: The challenger transitions into a single leg Boston Crab right after that kickout, not giving the champion any breathing room. The War Queen has been impressive so far, staying in control for most of it.
Napier: You don’t need another reason why the Cabal trusted their most important business in this woman’s ability to brawl with the best and strike down people like Andrea, who think they can unsettle the established order. Leah is on the right side of history.
*Andrea is testing where she can move while in the armbar until Aguero wrenches back on it, halting the champion in pain. Andrea tries to reach for the nearest ropes but she’s still too far away.*
Markson: There’s no question that with The War Queen’s help, the Cabal has taken control of TPW, but Andrea was adamant that she would not allow them to claim her Prestige title tonight. She’s not going to just let Leah end this reign.
Napier: But it would be so much easier that way…
*Andrea tries again to shift closer to the ropes, fighting through the increasing pain in her arm and shoulder. But as she comes within scant inches of the ropes, Aguero spots the free arm reaching. She extends her leg and her boot acts as a progress stopper as Andrea reaches out…*
Markson: The Prestige Champion cannot close the distance for a rope break thanks to Leah’s boot blocking her movement!
Napier: These Molsen infused Canadian slobs don’t realize that those last inches are the most agonizing. Especially when the War Queen decides to apply a submission, she’s not letting go until this match is over.
Markson: The Prestige Champion may not have another choice but to– wait a sec!
*Andrea senses the roadblock and makes a snap decision, shifting her body and rolling Leah onto her back for a pinning predicament! *
One!
Two!
…
KICKOUT!
Napier: I told you she was devious!
Markson: The Champion making a wise move and creating a pinfall attempt on Leah, who’s forced to break the hold or lose her title shot.
Napier: It’s futile anyway, Leah wasn’t fooled. There’s only a matter of minutes before The War Queen becomes even more prestigious.
Markson: Here they go!
*Both Andrea and Leah are back up and The War Queen tries playing to her strength and instigating a brawl. Instead Hernandez takes advantage of Aguero’s open midsection and backs her up with a kick. Leah remains stubborn and comes charging right back into a Hurrianrana that sends her tumbling through the ropes onto the apron. She uses the rope to rise and Hernandez grabs the top rope and hits a jumpkick that sends Aguero to the outside. As she turns ANDREA COMES SOARING OVER WITH A PLANCHA THAT TAKES BOTH WRESTLERS TO THE FLOOR!! *
Markson: What a sensational over the top Plancha onto Leah Aguero by Andrea! Both women are slow to get their bearings as Villano 16 begins a count…
Napier: Andrea should have been penalized for attacking a defenseless wrestler.
Markson: Nick, you may be confusing your sports rules…
Napier: I’ve got my head on straight, Markson. The Cabal even made bank on our Rams/Saints Thursday night parlay – in part because Nick Knows! Just like I know Leah should have been allowed time to stand before this so-called fighting champion kicked her in the head.
Markson: It’s all legal as far as I can see, and Villano 16 let them fight it out. Now he reaches the count of three…
*Four!
Five!
As Andrea picks up Leah to toss her back in the ring, Aguero sneaks in a poke to the eye! Andrea is momentarily blinded and rubs at her eye, allowing Leah to grab her by the neck and tights before SHOVING HER INTO THE RINGPOST!
Six!
The War Queen sees her opponent dazed and gets onto the apron… *
Markson: But Leah doesn’t stop at the apron, climbing all the way to the top rope and…
Napier: LEAH RISING!! (Corkscrew Moonsault)
*Seven!
The War Queen sells out on risk and contorts her body in extraordinary fashion, landing her signature move to the outside of the ring! *
Napier: Get her back in, Leah, and another title for the Caban; is all but ours!
Eight!
*Leah manages to lift Andrea onto the apron and shove her under the ropes…*
Nine!
Markson: Leah… JUST BEATS THE COUNT! She pushed it all the way to the last moment and flops an arm over Andrea!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THR– SHOULDER UP!!!
*The crowd hoots and hollers at seeing the match goes on! *
Napier: That was three! THREE!!
Markson: No, it was a TWO according to Villano 16. The Prestige Champion showing how far she’s willing to go to retain her title!
Napier: That sounds great, but she it won’t be far enough, even if this referee is jealous of The War Queen’s mask game.
Markson: What? That’s as confusing logic as Leah seems just as confused looking for her next move…
*Leah is shocked that wasn’t enough and slams the mat in frustration. She glares at Villano 16 as she brings Andrea up to her feet… Andrea with strikes to the midsection! She lands forearms once, twice, three times and then CHOPS Leah back towards the ropes. Andrea whips Leah off the other side and lines up Destiny’s Drop (Floatover DDT)!! But Leah spins out and maintains a grapple, looking to hit Going Savage!! Before those vicious Muay Thai Knee Strikes get underway, Andrea catches one of Leah’s legs and hits a modified Exploder Suplex that has Leah rolling on the mat in pain. Andrea looks around at the screaming Thunderamaniacs and unleashes a roar of her own! She springs off the ropes for a Hurricanrana and– The War Queen stops the champion mid-swing! She throws Andrea into the corner turnbuckles and covers! *
ONE!
TWO!
THR– FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Markson: The ring presence of the Prestige Champion just saved her title.
Napier: Technicalities! She barely touched the ropes…
Markson: Yes, she did make contact and this match will continue!
*Leah drags Andrea out for another pinfall attempt, but only a two and a half again as the champion rolls onto her abdomen afterwards. As she gets to her hands and knees, something clicks in Aguero’s head and she waits in the corner, calling for the end of the match!*
Napier: The War Queen is almost salivating with rage at not being able to put down this champion already. That’s about to end.
Markson: Leah is in position for that punk kick she calls The Endgame, and if she connects it likely means we have a new Prestige Champion.
Napier: The Cabal is ready for more gold!
*Unable to wait any longer, Leah charges and executes THE ENDGAME!!! NO! ANDREA CATCHES HER IN A ROLLUP! *
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
*Leah scrambles up to her feet and right into a kick and… DESTINY DROP BY ANDREA!! The crowd is chanting for the champion as Hernandez elevates to the top rope…*
Markson: What a turnaround by Andrea Hernandez!
Napier: She’s like the living embodiment of coal.
Markson: Andrea perched on the top turnbuckle, the THUNDERAMANIACS are standing in the Scotiabank Arena…
*Andrea leaps off in a thing of beauty, also known as…
RISE OF THE PHOENIX!!! *
Markson: She absolutely drives herself into Leah Aguero and makes a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!!!
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match… and STIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL THUNDER PRO WRESTLING PRESTIGE CHAMPION… ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!!
Napier: Christmas is canceled! Kwanza is ruined! I HAVE GRIEVANCES TO AIR!!!
Markson: You’ll have to take it up with your pal Alexander Marshall because right now Winter Wrestleland has turned into a CELEBRATION for Andea Hernandez! She has successfully retained the Prestige Championship, another nod that shows the hard work she’s put into rising up and claiming gold in TPW. Defending the title is another achievement that many on this roster only hope to have a chance at, and Andrea has done it at Winter Wrestleland!
Napier: Enjoy it now, because there are plenty of wrestlers, including the Cabal, ready to take that title anytime…
Markson: Congratulations again to Andrea Hernandez, STILL the Prestige Champion. What a Merry Christmas it is.
Markson: The ring presence of the Prestige Champion just saved her title.
Napier: Technicalities! She barely touched the ropes…
Markson: Yes, she did make contact and this match will continue!
*Leah drags Andrea out for another pinfall attempt, but only a two and a half again as the champion rolls onto her abdomen afterwards. As she gets to her hands and knees, something clicks in Aguero’s head and she waits in the corner, calling for the end of the match!*
Napier: The War Queen is almost salivating with rage at not being able to put down this champion already. That’s about to end.
Markson: Leah is in position for that punk kick she calls The Endgame, and if she connects it likely means we have a new Prestige Champion.
Napier: The Cabal is ready for more gold!
*Unable to wait any longer, Leah charges and executes THE ENDGAME!!! NO! ANDREA CATCHES HER IN A ROLLUP! *
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
*Leah scrambles up to her feet and right into a kick and… DESTINY DROP BY ANDREA!! The crowd is chanting for the champion as Hernandez elevates to the top rope…*
Markson: What a turnaround by Andrea Hernandez!
Napier: She’s like the living embodiment of coal.
Markson: Andrea perched on the top turnbuckle, the THUNDERAMANIACS are standing in the Scotiabank Arena…
*Andrea leaps off in a thing of beauty, also known as…
RISE OF THE PHOENIX!!! *
Markson: She absolutely drives herself into Leah Aguero and makes a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!!!
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match… and STIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL THUNDER PRO WRESTLING PRESTIGE CHAMPION… ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!!
Napier: Christmas is canceled! Kwanza is ruined! I HAVE GRIEVANCES TO AIR!!!
Markson: You’ll have to take it up with your pal Alexander Marshall because right now Winter Wrestleland has turned into a CELEBRATION for Andea Hernandez! She has successfully retained the Prestige Championship, another nod that shows the hard work she’s put into rising up and claiming gold in TPW. Defending the title is another achievement that many on this roster only hope to have a chance at, and Andrea has done it at Winter Wrestleland!
Napier: Enjoy it now, because there are plenty of wrestlers, including the Cabal, ready to take that title anytime…
Markson: Congratulations again to Andrea Hernandez, STILL the Prestige Champion. What a Merry Christmas it is.
*Following the battle royal, the scene cut to the backstage area. A man walking down the hall tearing at the tape on his wrist in an aggressive manner. Just tossing it to the side as he did so, his eyes came up and allowed him to address the audience.*
Jayce Pierce: Tonight was the first chance that Thunder Pro Wrestling got a chance to see me. I could see it in their eyes. I could hear the little whispers. No one knew who the hell I was. No one cared to know who I was. Just another wrestler out there. And unfortunately, I didn’t give them a reason to care or to see value in me long term. But that’s something that’s happening a lot in today’s world. There are plenty of men that do not give you a reason to see value in there or to put stock into them. One of the biggest reasons is due to not too many men willing to admit defeat. . .
*Clearing his right arm of all the tape. His attention went to the left arm starting to unravel it from that wrist. His gaze was still focused ahead.*
Jayce Pierce: Real men will tell you when they are wrong. They will admit defeat. They will put the blame on their shoulders where it belongs. But there aren’t too many real men that exist nowadays. You get men that always have an excuse. You get men who will blame someone else. You get men that will be like this or that is the reason I didn’t succeed. They will tell you whatever bullshit story that needs to be told in order for the blame not to be on them. And men that do that? Those men have a fragile ego. Those men have weak minds. Those men aren’t worth pissing on if they were on fire. Because why help them? When they wouldn’t do anything to help themselves!
*The crowd could be heard with their mixed reactions. Not sure what to make of the information being given to them. *
Jayce Pierce: I am not a man with a fragile ego. I am not a man that is weak minded. I am not a man that has an excuse for anything and everything. Tonight, I didn’t come prepared. Like a fool, I didn’t know who I was getting in the ring with. I didn’t study. I didn’t research. I didn’t take things as seriously as I should. And while I might not be able to control how I was eliminated. I’m still to blame for not being the best version of myself out there in the ring. You only get one chance to make a first impression and I failed about as hard as one could. But . . .
*He had a sour-like look on his face. One would have to assume he was either disgusted or maybe even disappointed with the things that were coming out his mouth. All of it seemed to be to make a point.*
Jayce Pierce: I’m someone that learns from my mistakes. While it won’t be a first impression going forward. While, I can’t redo what happened tonight. I can make sure that going forward. I’m always prepared. I’m always knowledgeable about the men and women I will share the ring with. I will make sure that I put up a hell of a better fight with every contest I have from this moment on. Violence might be the thing that motivates me. But becoming a household name is the thing that will make me feel accomplished. Nothing will stop me from making this a reality.
*With the last little bit of tape off. Tossing it to the ground before him as those steps came to an end. Allowing the cameras to get a close shot of his face. Those serious set of eyes being the primary focus.*
Jayce Pierce: I learned my lesson tonight, but going forward will the rest of you?
*Following his words, Jayce was quick to exit the shot. Leaving the crowd and the rest of the TPW roster to ponder what it was that he meant by that. Only time would tell though, as the scene fades to an add for the 2024 S.E.X Cup *
Jayce Pierce: Tonight was the first chance that Thunder Pro Wrestling got a chance to see me. I could see it in their eyes. I could hear the little whispers. No one knew who the hell I was. No one cared to know who I was. Just another wrestler out there. And unfortunately, I didn’t give them a reason to care or to see value in me long term. But that’s something that’s happening a lot in today’s world. There are plenty of men that do not give you a reason to see value in there or to put stock into them. One of the biggest reasons is due to not too many men willing to admit defeat. . .
*Clearing his right arm of all the tape. His attention went to the left arm starting to unravel it from that wrist. His gaze was still focused ahead.*
Jayce Pierce: Real men will tell you when they are wrong. They will admit defeat. They will put the blame on their shoulders where it belongs. But there aren’t too many real men that exist nowadays. You get men that always have an excuse. You get men who will blame someone else. You get men that will be like this or that is the reason I didn’t succeed. They will tell you whatever bullshit story that needs to be told in order for the blame not to be on them. And men that do that? Those men have a fragile ego. Those men have weak minds. Those men aren’t worth pissing on if they were on fire. Because why help them? When they wouldn’t do anything to help themselves!
*The crowd could be heard with their mixed reactions. Not sure what to make of the information being given to them. *
Jayce Pierce: I am not a man with a fragile ego. I am not a man that is weak minded. I am not a man that has an excuse for anything and everything. Tonight, I didn’t come prepared. Like a fool, I didn’t know who I was getting in the ring with. I didn’t study. I didn’t research. I didn’t take things as seriously as I should. And while I might not be able to control how I was eliminated. I’m still to blame for not being the best version of myself out there in the ring. You only get one chance to make a first impression and I failed about as hard as one could. But . . .
*He had a sour-like look on his face. One would have to assume he was either disgusted or maybe even disappointed with the things that were coming out his mouth. All of it seemed to be to make a point.*
Jayce Pierce: I’m someone that learns from my mistakes. While it won’t be a first impression going forward. While, I can’t redo what happened tonight. I can make sure that going forward. I’m always prepared. I’m always knowledgeable about the men and women I will share the ring with. I will make sure that I put up a hell of a better fight with every contest I have from this moment on. Violence might be the thing that motivates me. But becoming a household name is the thing that will make me feel accomplished. Nothing will stop me from making this a reality.
*With the last little bit of tape off. Tossing it to the ground before him as those steps came to an end. Allowing the cameras to get a close shot of his face. Those serious set of eyes being the primary focus.*
Jayce Pierce: I learned my lesson tonight, but going forward will the rest of you?
*Following his words, Jayce was quick to exit the shot. Leaving the crowd and the rest of the TPW roster to ponder what it was that he meant by that. Only time would tell though, as the scene fades to an add for the 2024 S.E.X Cup *
*The shot fade from the add for the S.E.X Cup back to ringside*
Markson: The third annual S.E.X Cup is right around the corner and what an event it is going to be.
Napier: Another award for the Cabal to win.
Markson: Who does The Cabal have entered in it.
Napier: No one, YET!
Markson: Well, our next match features a team not only entered into the thrid annual S.E.X Cup, but the team that won last years S.E.X Cup, The Malvados.
Napier: Yes, and tonight they have a heck of a fight on their hands as they take on probably the two scrappiest ladies in Thunder Pro, Eavan Maloney, Khloe Cox, the Jersey Devils.
*The shot transitions to Steve Cotton for introductions. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a DUOS MATCH! Introducing first, hailing from NOT MEXICO, at the total combined weight of 400lbs, they are the former Duos Champions, and the 2023 S.E.X Cup winners, this is Hector and Victor.... THE MAAAAALLLLLVVAAAADDDOOOSSS!!!
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Vanessa Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp. Once together, they make their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Vanessa simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish. They then hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match. *
Steve Cotton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! Hailing from New Jersey, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 243lbs, they are bitter rivals turned teammated, this is Eavan Maloney, and Khloe Cox... THE JERSEEEEEYYYY DEEEEVVIIILLLLSSS!!!
*As 5FDP’s This Is My War starts, strobe lights flash all over the arena before Eavan Maloney walks out in her Harley Quinn-inspired gear, sporting steampunk goggles and two hand cannons that shoot off red white and black confetti. Eavan drops the weapons and back and forth along the ring slapping hands with the fans before removing her goggles and placing them on the head of a young girl before touching foreheads with them. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners and raises her arm again at each corner, before leaping backwards off the last corner and paces around as she awaits her partnet.
The arena falls into a simmering anticipation as the opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World fill the air. Khloe emerges from behind the curtain, but this time, there's a noticeable shift in her demeanor. She exudes a quiet confidence, a steely resolve replacing her usual exuberance.
Khloe walks purposefully down the ramp, her expression focused, eyes fixed ahead with a determination that commands respect. She acknowledges the fans with a nod, but her focus remains unswerving.
She reaches the ring, her movements deliberate yet controlled. Khloe slides into the ring with a composed demeanor, taking a moment to center herself as she readies for the match. *
She reaches the ring, her movements deliberate yet controlled. Khloe slides into the ring with a composed demeanor, taking a moment to center herself as she readies for the match. *
Napier: Seperate entrances, not a good look for your debut as a tag team.
Markson: These women are used to being singles stars, it might take them a bit to adjust.
*The bell sounds as Eavan starts the match against Hector. They begin circling each other when Hector dives for a low single leg, but Eavan jumps and rolls over it, returning to her feet. Hector rolls up, but as he does Eavan takes him down with a dropkick to the knee, hitting it so hard Hector falls right on his face. Eavan pops right to her feet, hits the ropes, comes back, runs up the back of Hector, and hits the opposite ropes. Hector pops up to his knees just in time to receive a diving European uppercut from Eavan.
Eavan rolls up to her feet as Hector staggers to his feet backing into the corner. Eavan charges toward the corner with a running front kick, but Hector rolls forward under the front kick. Eavan is able to stop before hitting the turnbuckles and spins around to see Hector charging in. Eavan hops between the ropes and Hectors runs chest-first into the turnbuckles. Hector staggers back, as Eavan climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a missile drop kick that nails Hector in the chest, sending him tumbling across the ring. *
Markson: Eavan Maloney is starting off hot here tonight.
Napier: These Jersey Devil girls really have something to prove tonight, and are coming in with a chip on their shoulders.
*Hector tags out to Victor, who leaps into the ring over the top rope. As Victor gets into the ring he points at Khloe. Eavan smirks and tags in Khloe, causing the crowd to pop. Khloe steps into the ring and charges right at Victor and they lock up with a collar and elbow. Victor quickly snatches a headlock on Khloe, and Khloe quickly responds throwing two forearms into the ribs of Victor. Khloe then shoots Victor off across the ring and into the ropes. As Victor comes off the ropes Khloe drops down, but Victor cartwheels over her. Khloe pops up to her feet and immediately is taken down by Victor with an arm drag.
Khloe hits the mat and rolls right to her feet to see Victor charging at her. Khloe leapfrogs Victor, and he goes under heading into the ropes. Khloe spins and gives chase, and as soon as Victor hits the ropes to come back Khloe is there with a dropkick to the face. Victor is knocked through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Victor quickly staggers to his feet, and as he does Khloe is already coming off the opposite ropes and dives through the near ropes with a suicide dive onto Victory, taking him down. *
Markson: Khloe Cox with a big dropkick and an even bigger dive.
Napier: The Malvados are getting their butts handed to them by these little girls.
Markson: These are no little girls, those WOMEN are Jersey Devils.
*Khloe is to her feet high-fiving the fans, and doesn’t notice that Hector is sneaking around to jump her from behind. Eavan sees him coming though, as she charges down the apron, and hits a running cannonball off the apron onto Hector. Khloe spins around to see Eavan getting up. Khloe winks at Eavan, and Eavan smiles.
The two women grab Victor and roll him into the ring, and then they both climb in. Victor is staggering to his feet and as he turns is grabbed by the throat by Eavan and Khloe. Eavan and Khloe lift Victor up and deliver a double choke-slam. Eavan rolls out of the ring, as Khloe makes the pin and Ref Beard makes the count. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: That is not a move I expected to see in this match.
Napier: Victor was slammed a whole two feet.
*Khloe pulls Victor to his feet and whips him into her corner. Khloe charges in with a jumping knee into the corner as she tags Eavan in. Eavabn comes right in grabbing Victor in a headlock. Eavan charges out fo the corner with a big bulldog. Eavan quickly rolls Victor over and makes a pin.
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The count is stopped as Hector comes charging into the ring. Ref Beard begins ordering Hector out of the ring, and as he does Vanessa throws her high heel into the ring to Victor. Khloe goes to jump in, but Paco grabs her leg and pulls her off the apron while Eavan is distracted by Hector too. Victor grabs the shoe, as Eavan turns around to see what the commotion is about. Eavan sees Victor on his knees and grabs him, as she does Victor pops up and slams the heel of the shoe into Eavan’s throat.
Eavan grabs her throat and starts coughing as Victor tosses the shoe out of the ring. Ref Beard turns around just in time to see Victor roll Eavan up with a small package for the pin. *
Eavan rolls up to her feet as Hector staggers to his feet backing into the corner. Eavan charges toward the corner with a running front kick, but Hector rolls forward under the front kick. Eavan is able to stop before hitting the turnbuckles and spins around to see Hector charging in. Eavan hops between the ropes and Hectors runs chest-first into the turnbuckles. Hector staggers back, as Eavan climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a missile drop kick that nails Hector in the chest, sending him tumbling across the ring. *
Markson: Eavan Maloney is starting off hot here tonight.
Napier: These Jersey Devil girls really have something to prove tonight, and are coming in with a chip on their shoulders.
*Hector tags out to Victor, who leaps into the ring over the top rope. As Victor gets into the ring he points at Khloe. Eavan smirks and tags in Khloe, causing the crowd to pop. Khloe steps into the ring and charges right at Victor and they lock up with a collar and elbow. Victor quickly snatches a headlock on Khloe, and Khloe quickly responds throwing two forearms into the ribs of Victor. Khloe then shoots Victor off across the ring and into the ropes. As Victor comes off the ropes Khloe drops down, but Victor cartwheels over her. Khloe pops up to her feet and immediately is taken down by Victor with an arm drag.
Khloe hits the mat and rolls right to her feet to see Victor charging at her. Khloe leapfrogs Victor, and he goes under heading into the ropes. Khloe spins and gives chase, and as soon as Victor hits the ropes to come back Khloe is there with a dropkick to the face. Victor is knocked through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Victor quickly staggers to his feet, and as he does Khloe is already coming off the opposite ropes and dives through the near ropes with a suicide dive onto Victory, taking him down. *
Markson: Khloe Cox with a big dropkick and an even bigger dive.
Napier: The Malvados are getting their butts handed to them by these little girls.
Markson: These are no little girls, those WOMEN are Jersey Devils.
*Khloe is to her feet high-fiving the fans, and doesn’t notice that Hector is sneaking around to jump her from behind. Eavan sees him coming though, as she charges down the apron, and hits a running cannonball off the apron onto Hector. Khloe spins around to see Eavan getting up. Khloe winks at Eavan, and Eavan smiles.
The two women grab Victor and roll him into the ring, and then they both climb in. Victor is staggering to his feet and as he turns is grabbed by the throat by Eavan and Khloe. Eavan and Khloe lift Victor up and deliver a double choke-slam. Eavan rolls out of the ring, as Khloe makes the pin and Ref Beard makes the count. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: That is not a move I expected to see in this match.
Napier: Victor was slammed a whole two feet.
*Khloe pulls Victor to his feet and whips him into her corner. Khloe charges in with a jumping knee into the corner as she tags Eavan in. Eavabn comes right in grabbing Victor in a headlock. Eavan charges out fo the corner with a big bulldog. Eavan quickly rolls Victor over and makes a pin.
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The count is stopped as Hector comes charging into the ring. Ref Beard begins ordering Hector out of the ring, and as he does Vanessa throws her high heel into the ring to Victor. Khloe goes to jump in, but Paco grabs her leg and pulls her off the apron while Eavan is distracted by Hector too. Victor grabs the shoe, as Eavan turns around to see what the commotion is about. Eavan sees Victor on his knees and grabs him, as she does Victor pops up and slams the heel of the shoe into Eavan’s throat.
Eavan grabs her throat and starts coughing as Victor tosses the shoe out of the ring. Ref Beard turns around just in time to see Victor roll Eavan up with a small package for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH COME ON! That was just egregious.
Napier: Come on Mark, these Thunderamorons don’t understand those ten-dollar words.
*As Eavan kicks out, she sits up but is still holding her throat. Victor immediately grabs a chin lock on Eavan, taking her back down to the mat. The crowd begins to cheer as Eavan is planted on the mat. The roar of the Canadian crowd seems to fuel Eavan as she begins fighting up to her feet. Once on her feet Eavan fires two hard elbows to the ribs of Victor, loosening his hold. Eavan grabs Victor and shoots him off into the ropes.
As Victor hits the ropes, Hector makes the blind tag that Eavan doesn’t see, but Ref Beard does. As Victor comes off the ropes Eavan catches him with a Northern Lights Suplex, and bridges for the pin. Ref Beard doesn’t start a count, but before Eavan can notice, Hector comes off the ropes with a springboard splash onto the bridged Eavan. *
Markson: OH! Devastating splash from Hector Malvado.
Napier: Are you sure it was Hector and not Victor?
Markson: I… I uh… I’m not sure.
Napier: I know, it is confusing.
*Victor rolls out of the ring, Khloe rolls to a seated position now holding her stomach, and Hector hits the ropes, coming back with a dropkick to the back of Eavan’s neck. Eavan is knocked under the bottom rope due to the impact of the kick. Hector draws the attention of Ref Beard, distracting him, and allowing Vanessa to move in and begin choking Eavan on the apron. Khloe runs around the apron to chase Vanessa off. Ref Beard turns to see Khloe out of her corner and begins ordering her back, distracting him further.
With the ref distracted Victor moves down the apron and pulls Eavan up. Victor lifts Eavan up and drops her onto the apron with a brain buster. Victor quickly rolls Eavan into the ring where Hector makes the cover. Ref Beard turns around and makes the count. *
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KHLOE BREAKS IT UP WTH A TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP!!!
Markson: KHLOE COX JUST SAVED THE MATCH!!!
Napier: I don’t think it matters, I think that Malvado broke Eavan Maloney’s neck with that brain buster.
*Ref Beard begins ordering Khloe out of the ring, and has to physically remove her. As does Hector grabs Eavan, pulling her up and holding her as Victor enters the ring with Vanessa’s heel. Victor hops to the second rope and leaps off. As he does Eavan breaks free and moves, and Victor comes down slamming the shoe into Hector’s head.
The crowd roars as Victor freaks out. Victor throws the shoe out of the ring and then rolls Hector out before turning his attention back to Eavan who is on all fours as Ref Beard turns around. *
Markson: Come on Eavan, you can do this,
Napier: No she can’t., she is a dead woman crawling.
*Victor grabs Eavan by the hair and pulls her into position for another brain buster, but as he lifts her up, she throws a knee strike straight down hitting Victor in the forehead. Victor drops Eavan, who lands on her feet still hooked up for a suplex. Eavan in a last-ditch effort lifts Victor and drops him with a vertical suplex, which brings a giant roar from the crowd.
Eavan begins crawling toward her corner,.the crowd getting louder with every inch. Victor is rolling around dazed, but sees Eavan. Victor lunges forward, grabbing Eavan's ankle, stopping her momentum. Eavan uses her free leg and kicks Victor in the face knocking him loose. Eavan dives for her corner, but as she does Paco jumps onto the apron and draws Ref Beard's attention.
With the Ref distracted Vanessa pulls Khloe off the apron right as the tag is made. Vanessa tries to run after pulling Khloe off, but Khloe catches Vanessa by the hair. Khloe spins Vanessa around, grabs her by the throat, and chokeslams Vanessa onto the floor.
Ref Beard gets Paco off the apron, just as Victor drives a knee into Eavan’s back and pulls her to the middle of the ring. Looking around at the chase, Beard shakes his head, points at Paco and the unconscious Vanessa and throws them out of ringside to a massive pop. *
Markson: YES! It is about time those two were ejected, and serves Vanessa right for sticking her nose in the match.
Napier: I think it is too little too late, Paco and Vanessa have served their purpose.
Crowd: NA! NA! NA! NA! HEY, HEY! GOODBYE!!!
Napier: These Thunderamorons are even worse singers than they are wrestling fans.
Markson OH, STOP IT! The Thunderamorons are the BEST FANS on Earth.
*Victor tags in Hector and the Brothers grab Eavan and perform Rolling Thunder (Double body slams followed by rolling thunders in sync, they then get up and point ala Terry Marshall, this being their tribute move to the former boss). Victor rolls out of the ring as Hector makes the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: EAVAN MALONEY IS NOT DONE!
Napier: Where did she find the strength to kickout?
*Hector lifts Eavan up and runs her back first into his corner. Hector lifts Eavan up and sits her on the top turnbuckle and tags in Victor. Both Brothers then begin climbing the turnbuckles and set Eavan up for the Dos Equis (XX) (Double Spanish fly on the same opponent).
As they hook Eavan she begins to fight back though. Eavan slams her elbows into the side of each of the Malvados heads. Eavan lands a hard hook to each brother spinning them around on the ropes. Eavan grabs each brother in a three-quarter Nelson and then leaps odd the ropes with a Sykobitty Stunner (RKO) from the middle rope to each brother. All three competitors lay motionless, and Ref Beard begins his count*
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Markson: Eavan Maloney took both Malvados out, but did a lot of damage to herself at the same time.
Napier: This wouldn't happen if Paco was here to direct his boys.
Markson: You mean here to cheat for them?
Napier: Potato, Potatoes.
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*Eavan begins crawling towards her corner as the Malvados crawl towards Eavan. Both Brothers dive for Eavan’s legs, but as they do Eavan dives forward tagging in Khloe to a pop that almost blows the roof off the arena.
Khloe quickly scales to the top rope and leaps off with a double clothesline taking both Malvados down. One of the brothers, assuming it is Hector rolls out of the ring while Victor begins staggering to his feet. Khloe kicks Victor in the chest a he stands sending him staggering back into the turnbuckles. Khloe takes a few steps back and charges in with a hard lariat into the corner. Khloe then grabs a headlock, charges out of the corner and drops Victor with a running bulldog. *
Markson: Khloe Cox is on fire and has a lot of pent-up aggression to unleash on the Malvados.
Napier: She just watched her partner get her brains beat in for ten minutes and now she wants to return the favor.
*Khloe rolls to her feet and sees Hector hop onto the apron, and as soon as he does Khloe nails him with a dropkick, knocking him off to the floor. Khloe spins up, turns around and into a superkick from Victor. But, Khloe catches Victor's foot and spins him around. Khloe quickly grabs Victor from behind with a “school girl” roll-up. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: It’s going to take more than that to put away the Malvados.
Markson: Well Khloe has a lot more.
*Khloe gets to her feet before Victor and grabs Victor by the head as he is rising. Khloe borrows a page from her partners playbook and delivers the Gnat Gnat (Impaler DDT) to Victor, planting him on his head. Khloe rolls Victor over and makes the cover.
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HECTOR DIVES IN MAKING THE SAVE!
Hector lands a diving forearm across the back of Khloe right before three. Hector pulls Khloe up by the hair, but as he gets to his feet Khloe knocks his hands off, and lands three hard body shots dazing Hector. Khloe turns and charges into the ropes, where Eavan makes the tag as Khloe comes off the ropes hitting her Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum) and taking Hector down.
As Hector hits the mat Eavan climbs to the top rope and comes off with a top rope leg drop onto Hector. Khloe rolls out of the ring as Eavan makes the cover. *
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Markson: Why did Beard stop counting?
Napier: That isn’t the right Malvado.
Markson: You’re right, Beard is waving it off.
*Eavan grabs Beard by the shirt and begins screaming at him while Beard explains it isn’t the legal man. While Beard and Eavan are busy arguing, Khloe comes in grabs Hector, and pulls him up. Meanwhile, Victor pulls something from his boot and loads it into his mask. Victor grabs Khloe by the hair from behind and headbutts Khloe in the back of the head. Khloe falls to the mat in a heap and Victor rolls her out of the ring.
Eavan turns to see Victor up and Hector crawling up. Eavan grabs Victor and spins him around, but as she does Victor headbutts Eavan dropping her out cold as well. Victor moves to a corner while yelling at Hector to get to his corner. The Malvado brothers move to opposite corners and climb to the top turnbuckles. They then each leap off of opposite corners and deliver El Fin (Double Frog-splash from Opposite Corners) to Eavan. One of the brothers rolls out while the other makes the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners…. THE MALVADOS!!!
Markson: The Jersey Devils were robbed.
Napier: No, they were outsmarted, big difference.
Markson: A miscarriage of justice here already tonight. But, Eavan Maloney and Khloe Cox certainly looked impressive.
Napier: They might have looked impressive, but the Malvados are the ones looking like winners.
*The Malvados are celebrating in the ring when Khloe slides in with a chair and chases them out of the ring. The Malvados dives out of the ring and back up the entranceway while mocking the Jersey Devils. Khloe stands strong with the chair daring the Malvados to come back into the ring.
As The Malvados continue backing up, Khloe turns to check on Eavan who is getting to her feet as the scene fades to the backstage area. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH COME ON! That was just egregious.
Napier: Come on Mark, these Thunderamorons don’t understand those ten-dollar words.
*As Eavan kicks out, she sits up but is still holding her throat. Victor immediately grabs a chin lock on Eavan, taking her back down to the mat. The crowd begins to cheer as Eavan is planted on the mat. The roar of the Canadian crowd seems to fuel Eavan as she begins fighting up to her feet. Once on her feet Eavan fires two hard elbows to the ribs of Victor, loosening his hold. Eavan grabs Victor and shoots him off into the ropes.
As Victor hits the ropes, Hector makes the blind tag that Eavan doesn’t see, but Ref Beard does. As Victor comes off the ropes Eavan catches him with a Northern Lights Suplex, and bridges for the pin. Ref Beard doesn’t start a count, but before Eavan can notice, Hector comes off the ropes with a springboard splash onto the bridged Eavan. *
Markson: OH! Devastating splash from Hector Malvado.
Napier: Are you sure it was Hector and not Victor?
Markson: I… I uh… I’m not sure.
Napier: I know, it is confusing.
*Victor rolls out of the ring, Khloe rolls to a seated position now holding her stomach, and Hector hits the ropes, coming back with a dropkick to the back of Eavan’s neck. Eavan is knocked under the bottom rope due to the impact of the kick. Hector draws the attention of Ref Beard, distracting him, and allowing Vanessa to move in and begin choking Eavan on the apron. Khloe runs around the apron to chase Vanessa off. Ref Beard turns to see Khloe out of her corner and begins ordering her back, distracting him further.
With the ref distracted Victor moves down the apron and pulls Eavan up. Victor lifts Eavan up and drops her onto the apron with a brain buster. Victor quickly rolls Eavan into the ring where Hector makes the cover. Ref Beard turns around and makes the count. *
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KHLOE BREAKS IT UP WTH A TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP!!!
Markson: KHLOE COX JUST SAVED THE MATCH!!!
Napier: I don’t think it matters, I think that Malvado broke Eavan Maloney’s neck with that brain buster.
*Ref Beard begins ordering Khloe out of the ring, and has to physically remove her. As does Hector grabs Eavan, pulling her up and holding her as Victor enters the ring with Vanessa’s heel. Victor hops to the second rope and leaps off. As he does Eavan breaks free and moves, and Victor comes down slamming the shoe into Hector’s head.
The crowd roars as Victor freaks out. Victor throws the shoe out of the ring and then rolls Hector out before turning his attention back to Eavan who is on all fours as Ref Beard turns around. *
Markson: Come on Eavan, you can do this,
Napier: No she can’t., she is a dead woman crawling.
*Victor grabs Eavan by the hair and pulls her into position for another brain buster, but as he lifts her up, she throws a knee strike straight down hitting Victor in the forehead. Victor drops Eavan, who lands on her feet still hooked up for a suplex. Eavan in a last-ditch effort lifts Victor and drops him with a vertical suplex, which brings a giant roar from the crowd.
Eavan begins crawling toward her corner,.the crowd getting louder with every inch. Victor is rolling around dazed, but sees Eavan. Victor lunges forward, grabbing Eavan's ankle, stopping her momentum. Eavan uses her free leg and kicks Victor in the face knocking him loose. Eavan dives for her corner, but as she does Paco jumps onto the apron and draws Ref Beard's attention.
With the Ref distracted Vanessa pulls Khloe off the apron right as the tag is made. Vanessa tries to run after pulling Khloe off, but Khloe catches Vanessa by the hair. Khloe spins Vanessa around, grabs her by the throat, and chokeslams Vanessa onto the floor.
Ref Beard gets Paco off the apron, just as Victor drives a knee into Eavan’s back and pulls her to the middle of the ring. Looking around at the chase, Beard shakes his head, points at Paco and the unconscious Vanessa and throws them out of ringside to a massive pop. *
Markson: YES! It is about time those two were ejected, and serves Vanessa right for sticking her nose in the match.
Napier: I think it is too little too late, Paco and Vanessa have served their purpose.
Crowd: NA! NA! NA! NA! HEY, HEY! GOODBYE!!!
Napier: These Thunderamorons are even worse singers than they are wrestling fans.
Markson OH, STOP IT! The Thunderamorons are the BEST FANS on Earth.
*Victor tags in Hector and the Brothers grab Eavan and perform Rolling Thunder (Double body slams followed by rolling thunders in sync, they then get up and point ala Terry Marshall, this being their tribute move to the former boss). Victor rolls out of the ring as Hector makes the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: EAVAN MALONEY IS NOT DONE!
Napier: Where did she find the strength to kickout?
*Hector lifts Eavan up and runs her back first into his corner. Hector lifts Eavan up and sits her on the top turnbuckle and tags in Victor. Both Brothers then begin climbing the turnbuckles and set Eavan up for the Dos Equis (XX) (Double Spanish fly on the same opponent).
As they hook Eavan she begins to fight back though. Eavan slams her elbows into the side of each of the Malvados heads. Eavan lands a hard hook to each brother spinning them around on the ropes. Eavan grabs each brother in a three-quarter Nelson and then leaps odd the ropes with a Sykobitty Stunner (RKO) from the middle rope to each brother. All three competitors lay motionless, and Ref Beard begins his count*
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Markson: Eavan Maloney took both Malvados out, but did a lot of damage to herself at the same time.
Napier: This wouldn't happen if Paco was here to direct his boys.
Markson: You mean here to cheat for them?
Napier: Potato, Potatoes.
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*Eavan begins crawling towards her corner as the Malvados crawl towards Eavan. Both Brothers dive for Eavan’s legs, but as they do Eavan dives forward tagging in Khloe to a pop that almost blows the roof off the arena.
Khloe quickly scales to the top rope and leaps off with a double clothesline taking both Malvados down. One of the brothers, assuming it is Hector rolls out of the ring while Victor begins staggering to his feet. Khloe kicks Victor in the chest a he stands sending him staggering back into the turnbuckles. Khloe takes a few steps back and charges in with a hard lariat into the corner. Khloe then grabs a headlock, charges out of the corner and drops Victor with a running bulldog. *
Markson: Khloe Cox is on fire and has a lot of pent-up aggression to unleash on the Malvados.
Napier: She just watched her partner get her brains beat in for ten minutes and now she wants to return the favor.
*Khloe rolls to her feet and sees Hector hop onto the apron, and as soon as he does Khloe nails him with a dropkick, knocking him off to the floor. Khloe spins up, turns around and into a superkick from Victor. But, Khloe catches Victor's foot and spins him around. Khloe quickly grabs Victor from behind with a “school girl” roll-up. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: It’s going to take more than that to put away the Malvados.
Markson: Well Khloe has a lot more.
*Khloe gets to her feet before Victor and grabs Victor by the head as he is rising. Khloe borrows a page from her partners playbook and delivers the Gnat Gnat (Impaler DDT) to Victor, planting him on his head. Khloe rolls Victor over and makes the cover.
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HECTOR DIVES IN MAKING THE SAVE!
Hector lands a diving forearm across the back of Khloe right before three. Hector pulls Khloe up by the hair, but as he gets to his feet Khloe knocks his hands off, and lands three hard body shots dazing Hector. Khloe turns and charges into the ropes, where Eavan makes the tag as Khloe comes off the ropes hitting her Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum) and taking Hector down.
As Hector hits the mat Eavan climbs to the top rope and comes off with a top rope leg drop onto Hector. Khloe rolls out of the ring as Eavan makes the cover. *
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Markson: Why did Beard stop counting?
Napier: That isn’t the right Malvado.
Markson: You’re right, Beard is waving it off.
*Eavan grabs Beard by the shirt and begins screaming at him while Beard explains it isn’t the legal man. While Beard and Eavan are busy arguing, Khloe comes in grabs Hector, and pulls him up. Meanwhile, Victor pulls something from his boot and loads it into his mask. Victor grabs Khloe by the hair from behind and headbutts Khloe in the back of the head. Khloe falls to the mat in a heap and Victor rolls her out of the ring.
Eavan turns to see Victor up and Hector crawling up. Eavan grabs Victor and spins him around, but as she does Victor headbutts Eavan dropping her out cold as well. Victor moves to a corner while yelling at Hector to get to his corner. The Malvado brothers move to opposite corners and climb to the top turnbuckles. They then each leap off of opposite corners and deliver El Fin (Double Frog-splash from Opposite Corners) to Eavan. One of the brothers rolls out while the other makes the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners…. THE MALVADOS!!!
Markson: The Jersey Devils were robbed.
Napier: No, they were outsmarted, big difference.
Markson: A miscarriage of justice here already tonight. But, Eavan Maloney and Khloe Cox certainly looked impressive.
Napier: They might have looked impressive, but the Malvados are the ones looking like winners.
*The Malvados are celebrating in the ring when Khloe slides in with a chair and chases them out of the ring. The Malvados dives out of the ring and back up the entranceway while mocking the Jersey Devils. Khloe stands strong with the chair daring the Malvados to come back into the ring.
As The Malvados continue backing up, Khloe turns to check on Eavan who is getting to her feet as the scene fades to the backstage area. *
*The scene cuts back to Santa, but now instead of a little kid we see “Busy” Betty Bea headed for a seat on Santa’s lap. Santa has a nervous smile on his face as Betty hops onto his lap. Santa gives a nervous laugh and begins speaking. *
Santa: Oh, HO! HO! HO!
Betty Bea: WHO YOU CALLEN A HO!?!
Santa: Oh, HO! HO! HO!
Betty Bea: WHO YOU CALLEN A HO!?!
Santa: What? NO! I…
Betty Bea: I’m just playing with you Santa baby.
Santa: Oh, I knew that. So, uh little lady, what would you like for Christmas this year?
Betty Bea: I've been an awful good girl, Santa baby. Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the boys I haven't kissed. Next year I could be just as good. If you check off my Christmas list
Santa baby, I want on thing, and it’s not a lot. I've been an angel all year, Santa baby. So, please, can you make next year my year?
Let it be the year that I get moved from enhancement talent to a winning streak. Just a crack at the Prestige championship would make my day. Please Santa baby.
Santa: OH! HO! HO! HO! Betty my dear, that isn’t something Santa can gift to you. It is something you have to earn. If you train hard, take your vitamins, and say your prayers, than there is no doubt in my mind that you will have a breakout year in 2024.
Betty Bea: OH THANK YOU SANTA!
*Betty places a big kiss on Santa’s cheek. Santa’s cheeks begin to turn red as Betty hops off his lap and prances out of the shot. Santa smiles under his beard and shouts, “NEXT!”.
Santa looks up and sees who is next and his smile quickly fades to dreed as the massive “Wildman” Watson walks into the frame and jumps onto his lap.
“OOOAAAHHHH!!!” Santa shouts as he loses his breath and the shot cuts back to ringside. *
*A howl leads into "The Wolf" by Whiskey Myers as the crowd pops and Jake Keeton steps out on the stage. He walks to each side taking in the reaction and pointing before shifting his focus to the ring. He makes his way down the aisle before rolling under the bottom rope and waiting for the match to start. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, hailing from Neverland, and weighting in at 160 lbs, this is PAAAANN!!!
*The ramp starts to fill with an eerie green smoke as Pan appears at the top. The crowd is also cast in eerie green lighting that seems to pulse in rhythm with the music.
On the main screen is just a series of haunting close ups of children’s faces that periodically “skip tape”, also in tune with the song (see the Youtube video for the song). Pan is wearing a long coat usually, and he’ll run to the ring and slide under the bottom rope, paying no heed to anyone in attendance but not exactly rebuffing them either. He’ll get up and quietly walk to his corner, waiting for his opponent or the match to start. *
On the main screen is just a series of haunting close ups of children’s faces that periodically “skip tape”, also in tune with the song (see the Youtube video for the song). Pan is wearing a long coat usually, and he’ll run to the ring and slide under the bottom rope, paying no heed to anyone in attendance but not exactly rebuffing them either. He’ll get up and quietly walk to his corner, waiting for his opponent or the match to start. *
Markson: This match certainly has the potential to steal the match of the night spot.
Napier: Let's see if that old dog Keeton can teach Pan a thing or two.
*The match begins and the two competitors sickle each other in the ring before Jake goes to try to lock up with Pan but Pan rolls out the way and gets behind Jake and nails him with a drop kick to the back and then waits for Jake to get back up to change him and ducks a close line attempt from Jake and then uses the ropes to springboard and hit a quick crossbody pin attempt on Jake.*
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Napier: Pan surprises Jake with the quick pin.
Markson: Pan is so unpredictable.
KICKOUT!!!
*Jake gets the shoulder up and looks annoyed at Pan, who looks calm as they both get back to there and as they go to lock up again Pan attempts to roll out the way but Jake trips him up and immediately follows up with an elbow to the back and then bounces off the ropes for momentum as he delivers a knee across the face of Pan and then smirks as he walks around Pan and then lifts him to deliver a thunderous chop across his chest and then slings him towards the corner but Pan uses the momentum and his athleticism to run up the turnbuckle and hit a moonsault on an incoming Jake, the fans get up to their feet with excitement. *
Markson: Pan's high flying ability is showing off early in this match.
Napier: If Jake wants to win this match, he must find a way to ground him.
*Pan waits for Jake to get up and then leaps looking for a hurricanranna but Jake counters it into a scorpion deathlock right in the center of the ring!*
*The match begins and the two competitors sickle each other in the ring before Jake goes to try to lock up with Pan but Pan rolls out the way and gets behind Jake and nails him with a drop kick to the back and then waits for Jake to get back up to change him and ducks a close line attempt from Jake and then uses the ropes to springboard and hit a quick crossbody pin attempt on Jake.*
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Napier: Pan surprises Jake with the quick pin.
Markson: Pan is so unpredictable.
KICKOUT!!!
*Jake gets the shoulder up and looks annoyed at Pan, who looks calm as they both get back to there and as they go to lock up again Pan attempts to roll out the way but Jake trips him up and immediately follows up with an elbow to the back and then bounces off the ropes for momentum as he delivers a knee across the face of Pan and then smirks as he walks around Pan and then lifts him to deliver a thunderous chop across his chest and then slings him towards the corner but Pan uses the momentum and his athleticism to run up the turnbuckle and hit a moonsault on an incoming Jake, the fans get up to their feet with excitement. *
Markson: Pan's high flying ability is showing off early in this match.
Napier: If Jake wants to win this match, he must find a way to ground him.
*Pan waits for Jake to get up and then leaps looking for a hurricanranna but Jake counters it into a scorpion deathlock right in the center of the ring!*
Markson: How's that for grounding?
Napier: That's one way to take the legs away from Pan.
*Jake locks in the hold tightly in the middle of the ring as he applies pressure, the referee looks at Pan to see if he is ready to give up and tap out but he resilient young man shakes his head no and starts trying to make his way to the ropes, using his arms to drag himself closer with Jake on top of him but before he can get to the ropes Jake breaks the hold and delivers a double foot stomp tot he back of Pan and then lifts him up and slings him into the corner and meets him with a shoulder thrust tot he stomach and then hits a belly to belly suplex out of the corner and immediately goes for the pin. *
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Napier: That's one way to take the legs away from Pan.
*Jake locks in the hold tightly in the middle of the ring as he applies pressure, the referee looks at Pan to see if he is ready to give up and tap out but he resilient young man shakes his head no and starts trying to make his way to the ropes, using his arms to drag himself closer with Jake on top of him but before he can get to the ropes Jake breaks the hold and delivers a double foot stomp tot he back of Pan and then lifts him up and slings him into the corner and meets him with a shoulder thrust tot he stomach and then hits a belly to belly suplex out of the corner and immediately goes for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Napier: Not enough damage to keep Boy Wonder down.
*Pan gets the shoulder up but Jake grabs him by the head and starts slamming the back of his head into the canvas until the referee forces him off. Jake and the referee discuss for a moment, which allows Pan to roll outside the ring and try to regroup but Jake walks over and elans out between the middle rope and grabs hold of him but Pan smacks him with a clean left hook and then brings Jake head down ont he second ropes causing him to fall back inside the ring , Pn jumps on the rign apron and takes hold of the ropes as he waits for Jake to get up and stagger back around and Pan uses the ropes to springboard towards Jake and hits a tornado DDT in the middle of the ring and then kicks himself back up to his feet and gets a standing ovation from the fans. *
Napier: Pan is just an incredible talent.
Markson: He is just limitless in the air.
*Pan lifts Jake back to his feet and hits him with a combination of punches before hitting him with a spinning back fist and then a kick to the gut and then hits a big suplex in the middle of the ring but he doesn't let go of his hold and pickles Jake back up for a second suplex and then a third, fourth and then finally a fifth! Pan gets up and goes towards the top of the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top and looking down at Jake before leaping off and hitting a big-time frog splash and hooks both legs as he goes for the cover. *
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KICKOUT!!!!
Markson: And this match is far from over!
*Pan looks stunned for a moment but stays focus as they lift Jake up and swings him into the corner and then meets Jake with a big body splash in the corner and waits for Jake to stumble out and scoops him up for a slam in the middle of the ring and then hits a double foot stomp into his chest and quickly Pan hits the ropes and nails Jake with a shining wizard. Picking him back up and throws him towards the ropes and wits for him to come back but Jake catches Pan by surprise with a sling blade! *
Napier: These two are just so evenly matched.
*Jake leans Pan against the middle ropes and then puts his foot to the back of his neck and presses him against the ropes to choke him a little before Jake backs up and comes flying in to deliver a knee shot to the back of Pan's head as he slides out of the ring and slaps Pan in the face and mocks him for a moment as climbs back up the apron and takes hold of the ropes, waiting for Pan to make it back up to his feet and turns around towards him before hitting a buckshot lariat that turns Pan inside out. *
Markson: Jake got all the mustard on that one.
Napier: I think Pan is seeing stars right about now.
*Jake stomps away at the legs and hands of Pan as he circles him, waiting for him to stagger up to his feet and then takes hold of him to hit a German suplex but keeps his hold on Pan and hits another German and then a third, fourth and finally a fifth German suplex as he lays Pan out in the middle of the ring and Jake makes a cutthroat sign as he heads for the top of the turnbuckle, he makes sure his balance is perfect before launching and connecting with a flying headbutt that rocks the ring, but instead of going for the pin Jake locks in a crippler cross-face in the middle of the ring as he looks to make pan submit!!! *
Markson: Pan in no man's land once again.
Napier: Jake is looking to end this in the most satisfying way possible right now.
*The referee gets in position to see if Pan wants to tap out as Jake applies pressure to the cross-face, stretching back with his hold on his face as he looks to apply an insane amount of pain to make Pan either submit or pass out from the pain and it looks to be the later as Pan looks like he's fading away and the referee checks by raising his free arm and then letting go and Pans arm drops to the mat, the referee does it again and his hand drops and a smirk comes over Jakes's face. *
Markson: If Pan's arm drops one more time the referee will have to stop this match.
Napier: That's right and Jake would win this match by technical submission.
*The referee raises Pan's arm again and then lets it go but this time it stays up and Pan starts to move himself with Jake attached to him closer towards the ropes, reaching out to grab the rope so that Jake would be forced to break the hold, Jake applies more pressure as he tries to force Pan to tap before he makes it to the ropes but Pan drags them closer and reaches out to grab the bottom rope and Jake is forced to break the hold and he slaps the mat in frustration and starts slapping the head of Pan and then lifts him up and hits him with a brutal chop and backs him up against the ropes and Jake tries to closeline him to the outside but Pan ducks and flips Jake to the outside and Jake hits the floor and Pan bounces off the ropes and comes flying through the middle ropes and nails Jake with a sucide dive that sends Jake flying into the barricade. *
Markson: Pan came flying through those ropes like a missile.
*Pan picks Jake up and rolls him into the ring and he follows behind. Waiting for Jake to get up to his feet and turn around to catch a superkick that lays Jake out in the middle of the ring and Pan drags Jake towards the corner and then Pan climbs up to the top turnbuckle and stands up and then hits The “Kind Im Herzen”- A reverse 720 splash right on top of Jake and hooks both legs as the referee gets position. *
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Napier: Not enough damage to keep Boy Wonder down.
*Pan gets the shoulder up but Jake grabs him by the head and starts slamming the back of his head into the canvas until the referee forces him off. Jake and the referee discuss for a moment, which allows Pan to roll outside the ring and try to regroup but Jake walks over and elans out between the middle rope and grabs hold of him but Pan smacks him with a clean left hook and then brings Jake head down ont he second ropes causing him to fall back inside the ring , Pn jumps on the rign apron and takes hold of the ropes as he waits for Jake to get up and stagger back around and Pan uses the ropes to springboard towards Jake and hits a tornado DDT in the middle of the ring and then kicks himself back up to his feet and gets a standing ovation from the fans. *
Napier: Pan is just an incredible talent.
Markson: He is just limitless in the air.
*Pan lifts Jake back to his feet and hits him with a combination of punches before hitting him with a spinning back fist and then a kick to the gut and then hits a big suplex in the middle of the ring but he doesn't let go of his hold and pickles Jake back up for a second suplex and then a third, fourth and then finally a fifth! Pan gets up and goes towards the top of the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top and looking down at Jake before leaping off and hitting a big-time frog splash and hooks both legs as he goes for the cover. *
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KICKOUT!!!!
Markson: And this match is far from over!
*Pan looks stunned for a moment but stays focus as they lift Jake up and swings him into the corner and then meets Jake with a big body splash in the corner and waits for Jake to stumble out and scoops him up for a slam in the middle of the ring and then hits a double foot stomp into his chest and quickly Pan hits the ropes and nails Jake with a shining wizard. Picking him back up and throws him towards the ropes and wits for him to come back but Jake catches Pan by surprise with a sling blade! *
Napier: These two are just so evenly matched.
*Jake leans Pan against the middle ropes and then puts his foot to the back of his neck and presses him against the ropes to choke him a little before Jake backs up and comes flying in to deliver a knee shot to the back of Pan's head as he slides out of the ring and slaps Pan in the face and mocks him for a moment as climbs back up the apron and takes hold of the ropes, waiting for Pan to make it back up to his feet and turns around towards him before hitting a buckshot lariat that turns Pan inside out. *
Markson: Jake got all the mustard on that one.
Napier: I think Pan is seeing stars right about now.
*Jake stomps away at the legs and hands of Pan as he circles him, waiting for him to stagger up to his feet and then takes hold of him to hit a German suplex but keeps his hold on Pan and hits another German and then a third, fourth and finally a fifth German suplex as he lays Pan out in the middle of the ring and Jake makes a cutthroat sign as he heads for the top of the turnbuckle, he makes sure his balance is perfect before launching and connecting with a flying headbutt that rocks the ring, but instead of going for the pin Jake locks in a crippler cross-face in the middle of the ring as he looks to make pan submit!!! *
Markson: Pan in no man's land once again.
Napier: Jake is looking to end this in the most satisfying way possible right now.
*The referee gets in position to see if Pan wants to tap out as Jake applies pressure to the cross-face, stretching back with his hold on his face as he looks to apply an insane amount of pain to make Pan either submit or pass out from the pain and it looks to be the later as Pan looks like he's fading away and the referee checks by raising his free arm and then letting go and Pans arm drops to the mat, the referee does it again and his hand drops and a smirk comes over Jakes's face. *
Markson: If Pan's arm drops one more time the referee will have to stop this match.
Napier: That's right and Jake would win this match by technical submission.
*The referee raises Pan's arm again and then lets it go but this time it stays up and Pan starts to move himself with Jake attached to him closer towards the ropes, reaching out to grab the rope so that Jake would be forced to break the hold, Jake applies more pressure as he tries to force Pan to tap before he makes it to the ropes but Pan drags them closer and reaches out to grab the bottom rope and Jake is forced to break the hold and he slaps the mat in frustration and starts slapping the head of Pan and then lifts him up and hits him with a brutal chop and backs him up against the ropes and Jake tries to closeline him to the outside but Pan ducks and flips Jake to the outside and Jake hits the floor and Pan bounces off the ropes and comes flying through the middle ropes and nails Jake with a sucide dive that sends Jake flying into the barricade. *
Markson: Pan came flying through those ropes like a missile.
*Pan picks Jake up and rolls him into the ring and he follows behind. Waiting for Jake to get up to his feet and turn around to catch a superkick that lays Jake out in the middle of the ring and Pan drags Jake towards the corner and then Pan climbs up to the top turnbuckle and stands up and then hits The “Kind Im Herzen”- A reverse 720 splash right on top of Jake and hooks both legs as the referee gets position. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, Pan!!!!!
Markson: Big pay-per-view win for Pan, and over a legit legend.
Napier: Keeton won't be able to blame this one on Rob Williams.
Markson: Keeton has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Pan is a generation talent in the air.
Napier: I wonder if he'd like to join the Cabal.
*Pan celebrates on the ropes as the scene fades to black. *
*Andrea Hernandez is standing in the back with the TPW Prestige Championship as she holds it over her shoulder. She’s clearly pleased with what went down out there considering that she managed to retain her title. But, there’s more to it than that and Andrea is about to express as such… *
Andrea Hernandez: That’s what I am talking about right there…
*Andrea pauses as she soaks in her victory a little more.*
Andrea Hernandez: I said I wasn’t going to be a victim of the Cabal. I said that I wasn’t going to stand for what they stand for. I said that Leah Aguero wasn’t going to have a moment at my expense especially when she was handed the shot to begin with and sure enough, I was able to stand my ground and I was able to pick up the victory and a successful title defense. You can bet that I am very proud of that just like I am proud that I’ve made the progress that I’ve made in Thunder Pro Wrestling to begin with.
*Andrea reflects on her journey for the entire year, which wound up leading her to this very point. She looks like someone that is carrying herself in a dignified manner knowing that she was able to pull through and get things done.*
Andrea Hernandez: Let tonight be a lesson that I’m no longer a stepping stone to anyone else. Let tonight show you that I’m not someone you can doubt. I’ve gone through what I’ve been through before I came here and I will even be the first to admit that when I first came here, I was a broken woman. I didn’t know what my purpose was going to be going forward for my career. I had gone through hell and back multiple times over and I will even be the first to admit that I wasn’t so sure I wanted to do this much longer, But I came here. I still didn’t know how I wanted to move forward and then things clicked for me before I had my number one contender’s match to get this title shot.
Thank goodness too…
You can beat me up…
You can try to scar me…
But you can’t and you won’t break me. What I have shown, in a small sample size albeit, is that you can stack up anyone against me, Cabal or non-Cabal, anyone that wants to do good for the business or anyone that wants to make this all about themselves, and it won’t matter. I will still find a way to win. Do I have a long way to go on my journey? Yeah, I will be the first to admit that I do.
But what I have shown in the short time that I’ve been here, and what this title defense punctuates, is the fact that not only do I deserve to be here, but I definitely deserve to close out the year as the Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Champion and the fact of the matter is, I am only getting started and I don’t think I’ve even reached my best in this company just yet. I’ve got a hell of a good feeling that when 2024 gets here, I WILL be having my best year yet because next year? It’s going to be the first full year of my career where I know that I will NEVER be denied again.
I don’t know what comes next for me here just yet aside from my growing optimism about a future that is looking brighter than ever. I don’t know who my next challenge is going to be. Hell, I don’t know if beating Leah tonight is going to get me in trouble or is going to paint a target on my back from the Cabal. It wouldn’t shock me and I want to reiterate that I’m not afraid of them.
I’ve overcome some of the harshest, most cruel demons of my career. I’ve come too far to regress back to where I was before. So I know that no matter what happens, I can, and I will, overcome anything and everyone that is wanting to take me down.
*Andrea maintains her confidence as she walks out of the shot and the scene fades to the ring where Steve Cotton stands ready to introduce the next match*
Andrea Hernandez: That’s what I am talking about right there…
*Andrea pauses as she soaks in her victory a little more.*
Andrea Hernandez: I said I wasn’t going to be a victim of the Cabal. I said that I wasn’t going to stand for what they stand for. I said that Leah Aguero wasn’t going to have a moment at my expense especially when she was handed the shot to begin with and sure enough, I was able to stand my ground and I was able to pick up the victory and a successful title defense. You can bet that I am very proud of that just like I am proud that I’ve made the progress that I’ve made in Thunder Pro Wrestling to begin with.
*Andrea reflects on her journey for the entire year, which wound up leading her to this very point. She looks like someone that is carrying herself in a dignified manner knowing that she was able to pull through and get things done.*
Andrea Hernandez: Let tonight be a lesson that I’m no longer a stepping stone to anyone else. Let tonight show you that I’m not someone you can doubt. I’ve gone through what I’ve been through before I came here and I will even be the first to admit that when I first came here, I was a broken woman. I didn’t know what my purpose was going to be going forward for my career. I had gone through hell and back multiple times over and I will even be the first to admit that I wasn’t so sure I wanted to do this much longer, But I came here. I still didn’t know how I wanted to move forward and then things clicked for me before I had my number one contender’s match to get this title shot.
Thank goodness too…
You can beat me up…
You can try to scar me…
But you can’t and you won’t break me. What I have shown, in a small sample size albeit, is that you can stack up anyone against me, Cabal or non-Cabal, anyone that wants to do good for the business or anyone that wants to make this all about themselves, and it won’t matter. I will still find a way to win. Do I have a long way to go on my journey? Yeah, I will be the first to admit that I do.
But what I have shown in the short time that I’ve been here, and what this title defense punctuates, is the fact that not only do I deserve to be here, but I definitely deserve to close out the year as the Thunder Pro Wrestling Prestige Champion and the fact of the matter is, I am only getting started and I don’t think I’ve even reached my best in this company just yet. I’ve got a hell of a good feeling that when 2024 gets here, I WILL be having my best year yet because next year? It’s going to be the first full year of my career where I know that I will NEVER be denied again.
I don’t know what comes next for me here just yet aside from my growing optimism about a future that is looking brighter than ever. I don’t know who my next challenge is going to be. Hell, I don’t know if beating Leah tonight is going to get me in trouble or is going to paint a target on my back from the Cabal. It wouldn’t shock me and I want to reiterate that I’m not afraid of them.
I’ve overcome some of the harshest, most cruel demons of my career. I’ve come too far to regress back to where I was before. So I know that no matter what happens, I can, and I will, overcome anything and everyone that is wanting to take me down.
*Andrea maintains her confidence as she walks out of the shot and the scene fades to the ring where Steve Cotton stands ready to introduce the next match*
Steve Cotton: The following contest is.... A CHAIRS MATCH!!!
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, IL and weighing in at 217lbs. He is a member of The Cabal, and the official spokesman for Flaming Hot Doritos, this is EL DIABLOOOO BLANCOOOOO!!!
*As the pulsating rhythm of "My Hero" by Foo Fighters reverberates throughout the arena, a chorus of boos rises from the crowd. The once-beloved El D now walks to the ring amidst a sea of disdain and animosity. His trademark mask gleams under the spotlight, but there's a newfound arrogance in his stride. With each step, he absorbs the negative energy, relishing in the reaction he elicits.
The audience's jeers fuel his transformation, a metamorphosis from a fan-favorite to a despised figure. El D locks eyes with fans who once cheered him, now wearing expressions of disappointment and betrayal. Ignoring their disapproval, he maintains a wicked grin, basking in the power he holds over their emotions. As he ascends the ring steps, the boos crescendo, drowning out the music for a moment. El D steps through the ropes, entering the squared circle as a changed man, ready to unleash his newfound malevolence upon his opponents. The atmosphere crackles with tension as The Scum of the Earth takes his place, embodying the darkness that now resides within him. *
The audience's jeers fuel his transformation, a metamorphosis from a fan-favorite to a despised figure. El D locks eyes with fans who once cheered him, now wearing expressions of disappointment and betrayal. Ignoring their disapproval, he maintains a wicked grin, basking in the power he holds over their emotions. As he ascends the ring steps, the boos crescendo, drowning out the music for a moment. El D steps through the ropes, entering the squared circle as a changed man, ready to unleash his newfound malevolence upon his opponents. The atmosphere crackles with tension as The Scum of the Earth takes his place, embodying the darkness that now resides within him. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Manhattan, New York, and weighing in at 260lbs, he is a former INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! This is The Game Changer, LAAARRRYYY TAAAACCCTTTT!!!
*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.
Larry whips his hair up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms in the air at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest before opening his arms to the reaction of the THUNDERAMANIACS, who hoot and holler back. "This is our company!" Larry bellows as his arms point around at the crowd. He then returns to center stage and makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
He turns and faces the stands, opening his arms up and making a ‘T’ shape, puffing his chest out. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “WE ARE TPW STRONG!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match. *
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, his golden blonde locks hanging loosely over his face.
Larry whips his hair up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms in the air at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest before opening his arms to the reaction of the THUNDERAMANIACS, who hoot and holler back. "This is our company!" Larry bellows as his arms point around at the crowd. He then returns to center stage and makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
He turns and faces the stands, opening his arms up and making a ‘T’ shape, puffing his chest out. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “WE ARE TPW STRONG!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match. *
Markson: This is one of the matches I have really been looking forward to.
Napier: Me too, I can't wait to see El Diablo Blanco cave Larry's chrome dome in.
*The crowd erupted as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the chairs match between two fierce competitors, Larry Tact and El Diablo Blanco. The atmosphere was electric, and the anticipation hung thick in the air. The referee Villano 16 quickly moved out of the way, knowing that this brutal encounter was about to unfold.
Larry Tact and El Diablo Blanco circled each other in the ring, eyeing the steel chairs scattered around the apron. The fans were on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the carnage that was about to unfold.
El Diablo Blanco struck first, swinging the chair with malicious intent, but Larry Tact expertly dodged the blow. Tact retaliated with a swift kick to the midsection, doubling Blanco over. Seizing the opportunity, Tact brought the chair crashing down on Blanco's back, the impact echoing through the arena. *
Larry Tact and El Diablo Blanco circled each other in the ring, eyeing the steel chairs scattered around the apron. The fans were on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the carnage that was about to unfold.
El Diablo Blanco struck first, swinging the chair with malicious intent, but Larry Tact expertly dodged the blow. Tact retaliated with a swift kick to the midsection, doubling Blanco over. Seizing the opportunity, Tact brought the chair crashing down on Blanco's back, the impact echoing through the arena. *
Markson: OH MY! El Diablo Blacno is the first to taste the cold steel.
Napier: He's got a strong back, he can take it.
*El Diablo Blanco struck first, swinging his chair with a vicious intent, but Larry Tact expertly sidestepped the blow. Tact retaliated with a swift kick to the midsection, creating an opening. Seizing the opportunity, Tact brought the chair crashing down on Blanco's back, the impact reverberating through the arena.
The chairs became lethal extensions of their bodies as both competitors unleashed a barrage of strikes. Blanco managed to counter Tact's chair shot with a well-timed kick, creating an opening for himself. He grabbed Tact by the arm and executed a snap suplex onto a chair, the crowd wincing at the brutality of the move.
With Tact writhing in pain, Blanco seized the moment to press his advantage. He picked up another chair and set it up in the corner, creating a makeshift weapon. As Tact struggled to his feet, Blanco charged, attempting a body slam into the waiting steel. However, Tact demonstrated his resilience, reversing the move and slamming Blanco onto the chair instead. Blanco managed to counter Tact's chair shot with a well-timed kick, creating an opening for himself. He grabbed Tact by the arm and executed a snap suplex onto the steel chair, the audience wincing at the brutality of the move.*
The chairs became lethal extensions of their bodies as both competitors unleashed a barrage of strikes. Blanco managed to counter Tact's chair shot with a well-timed kick, creating an opening for himself. He grabbed Tact by the arm and executed a snap suplex onto a chair, the crowd wincing at the brutality of the move.
With Tact writhing in pain, Blanco seized the moment to press his advantage. He picked up another chair and set it up in the corner, creating a makeshift weapon. As Tact struggled to his feet, Blanco charged, attempting a body slam into the waiting steel. However, Tact demonstrated his resilience, reversing the move and slamming Blanco onto the chair instead. Blanco managed to counter Tact's chair shot with a well-timed kick, creating an opening for himself. He grabbed Tact by the arm and executed a snap suplex onto the steel chair, the audience wincing at the brutality of the move.*
Napir: YES! BREAK HIS BACK AND HUMBLE HIM EL D!!!
Markson: If anyone needs humbled it is El Diablo Blanco.
*With Tact writhing in pain, Blanco wasted no time in picking up another chair. He set it up in the corner, creating a makeshift weapon. As Tact struggled to his feet, Blanco charged, attempting a body slam into the waiting steel. However, Tact demonstrated his resilience, reversing the move and slamming Blanco into the chair instead.
The match continued its brutal back-and-forth nature as both competitors exchanged chair shots and punishing maneuvers. The crowd roared with every collision, the sound of steel meeting flesh resonating throughout the arena. Blanco, fueled by frustration, resorted to a spine buster, driving Tact onto a chair planted in the center of the ring.
But Larry Tact wasn't one to be counted out easily. Summoning his inner strength, he retaliated with a jaw-dropping springboard tornado DDT, planting Blanco's face onto the cold steel. The crowd erupted in cheers as Tact seized the momentum, determined to secure victory in this chaotic chairs match. *
*With Tact writhing in pain, Blanco wasted no time in picking up another chair. He set it up in the corner, creating a makeshift weapon. As Tact struggled to his feet, Blanco charged, attempting a body slam into the waiting steel. However, Tact demonstrated his resilience, reversing the move and slamming Blanco into the chair instead.
The match continued its brutal back-and-forth nature as both competitors exchanged chair shots and punishing maneuvers. The crowd roared with every collision, the sound of steel meeting flesh resonating throughout the arena. Blanco, fueled by frustration, resorted to a spine buster, driving Tact onto a chair planted in the center of the ring.
But Larry Tact wasn't one to be counted out easily. Summoning his inner strength, he retaliated with a jaw-dropping springboard tornado DDT, planting Blanco's face onto the cold steel. The crowd erupted in cheers as Tact seized the momentum, determined to secure victory in this chaotic chairs match. *
Markson: Big DDT from Larry T, and I think I see a knot forming under the mask of El Diablo Blanco.
Napier: I told him he should add some extra padding to that mask for this match.
*As the match wore on, both Larry Tact and El Diablo Blanco displayed incredible resilience. Chairs were bent and broken, yet neither competitor showed signs of backing down. The audience was treated to a spectacle of violence and skill as the two warriors pushed each other to the limit.
In a moment of desperation, Blanco attempted a high-risk maneuver off the top rope, looking to crash down onto Tact with a chair-enhanced attack. However, Tact had other plans. With lightning-fast reflexes, he intercepted Blanco mid-air and executed a jaw-dropping maneuver – a release powerbomb onto a strategically placed steel chair.
The impact was thunderous, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. But Tact wasn't done yet. Seizing Blanco's momentary vulnerability, he smoothly transitioned into his finishing move, "Star Power." With a fluid motion, Tact lifted Blanco onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position and then, in a surprising twist, converted it into a devastating backstabber, driving Blanco's spine into the edge of another steel chair. *
ONE
TWO
Napier: EL DIABLO BLANCO KICKED OUT OF STAR POWER!!!! HE CAN'T BE BEAT!
*As the match wore on, both Larry Tact and El Diablo Blanco displayed incredible resilience. Chairs were bent and broken, yet neither competitor showed signs of backing down. The audience was treated to a spectacle of violence and skill as the two warriors pushed each other to the limit.
In a moment of desperation, Blanco attempted a high-risk maneuver off the top rope, looking to crash down onto Tact with a chair-enhanced attack. However, Tact had other plans. With lightning-fast reflexes, he intercepted Blanco mid-air and executed a jaw-dropping maneuver – a release powerbomb onto a strategically placed steel chair.
The impact was thunderous, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. But Tact wasn't done yet. Seizing Blanco's momentary vulnerability, he smoothly transitioned into his finishing move, "Star Power." With a fluid motion, Tact lifted Blanco onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position and then, in a surprising twist, converted it into a devastating backstabber, driving Blanco's spine into the edge of another steel chair. *
ONE
TWO
Napier: EL DIABLO BLANCO KICKED OUT OF STAR POWER!!!! HE CAN'T BE BEAT!
Markson: Even I have to admit, that was an incredible display of reseliance from El Diablo Blanco.
Napier: He's as tough as he is dastardly.
*Tact, frustrated, pinned again.
One
Two
Kickout at two.
Tact, annoyed, picked up Blanco and tossed him into the corner. He fires off a series of punches and body blows, causing Diablo to cover up. Tact goes to whip him into the other corner, but Diablo counters, pulling Tact into a brutal lariat. Both men are slow to get up. They both crawl towards the nearest chair, knowing they needed to put the other away sooner than later. *
One
Two
Kickout at two.
Tact, annoyed, picked up Blanco and tossed him into the corner. He fires off a series of punches and body blows, causing Diablo to cover up. Tact goes to whip him into the other corner, but Diablo counters, pulling Tact into a brutal lariat. Both men are slow to get up. They both crawl towards the nearest chair, knowing they needed to put the other away sooner than later. *
Markson: It's a race to the chair.
Napier: Come on El D, you can beat baldie, you took his hair, now take his career.
*Blanco grabs a chair, Tact, too, as both rise to their feet.
The match continued its brutal back-and-forth nature as both competitors exchanged chair shots and punishing maneuvers. The audience roared with every collision, the sound of steel meeting flesh echoing throughout the arena. Blanco, fueled by frustration, resorted to a spine buster, driving Tact onto a chair planted in the center of the ring.
But Larry Tact wasn't one to be counted out easily. Summoning his inner strength, he retaliated with a jaw-dropping springboard tornado DDT, planting Blanco's face onto the cold steel. The crowd erupted in cheers as Tact seized the momentum, determined to secure victory in this chaotic chairs match. *
Markson: Larry Tact with another huge DDT.
Napier: And these Thundermorons are happy about it, come on Larry learn another move.
*As the match progressed, the chairs took a toll on both competitors. Bruises and welts adorned their bodies, but neither Tact nor Blanco showed any signs of slowing down. Blanco, with a sinister glint in his eye, retrieved a steel chair with a dented edge, showcasing the damage it had already endured.
With a sadistic smile, Blanco targeted Tact's midsection, delivering a series of chair shots to weaken his opponent. Each strike echoed through the arena, and Tact crumpled to the mat in pain. Blanco, sensing an opportunity, ascended the ropes with the chair in hand, ready to unleash devastation from above.
But Tact, with sheer determination, rose to his feet just in time to see Blanco leaping from the top rope. Reacting on instinct, Tact swung his chair upward, colliding with Blanco mid-air. The impact disrupted Blanco's trajectory, causing him to crash onto the mat with a resounding thud. *
*As the match progressed, the chairs took a toll on both competitors. Bruises and welts adorned their bodies, but neither Tact nor Blanco showed any signs of slowing down. Blanco, with a sinister glint in his eye, retrieved a steel chair with a dented edge, showcasing the damage it had already endured.
With a sadistic smile, Blanco targeted Tact's midsection, delivering a series of chair shots to weaken his opponent. Each strike echoed through the arena, and Tact crumpled to the mat in pain. Blanco, sensing an opportunity, ascended the ropes with the chair in hand, ready to unleash devastation from above.
But Tact, with sheer determination, rose to his feet just in time to see Blanco leaping from the top rope. Reacting on instinct, Tact swung his chair upward, colliding with Blanco mid-air. The impact disrupted Blanco's trajectory, causing him to crash onto the mat with a resounding thud. *
Markson: Larry Tact just changed the momentum of this match, really SWINGING it into his favor.
Napier: Don't make stupid puns at a time like this Mark.
*The crowd erupted in cheers as Tact seized control once again. With Blanco reeling, Tact set up two chairs in the center of the ring, forming a perilous bridge between them. Seizing Blanco by the hair, Tact attempted to execute a suplex onto the improvised structure. However, Blanco countered with a knee to the abdomen, halting Tact's momentum.
In a surprising turn of events, Blanco positioned Tact for a body slam onto the awaiting chairs. The crowd held its breath as Blanco hoisted Tact into the air, but Tact managed to wriggle free at the last moment, landing behind his opponent. Capitalizing on the reversal, Tact executed a thunderous German suplex onto the steel chairs, the impact echoing through the arena. *
*The crowd erupted in cheers as Tact seized control once again. With Blanco reeling, Tact set up two chairs in the center of the ring, forming a perilous bridge between them. Seizing Blanco by the hair, Tact attempted to execute a suplex onto the improvised structure. However, Blanco countered with a knee to the abdomen, halting Tact's momentum.
In a surprising turn of events, Blanco positioned Tact for a body slam onto the awaiting chairs. The crowd held its breath as Blanco hoisted Tact into the air, but Tact managed to wriggle free at the last moment, landing behind his opponent. Capitalizing on the reversal, Tact executed a thunderous German suplex onto the steel chairs, the impact echoing through the arena. *
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KICKOIUT!
Markson: OH MY! I thought Larry Tact had him there.
Napier: El D will not be denied, that man is fueld by Flaming Hot Doritos.
*The match continuing with both competitors battered and bruised. The near fall only fueled the intensity of the confrontation as Tact and Blanco exchanged glares, each determined to emerge victorious in this brutal chairs match.
As the match approached its climax, both competitors reached a new level of desperation. Tact, with a fierce glint in his eye, retrieved a steel chair that had been mangled earlier in the contest. Holding the twisted weapon aloft, Tact approached Blanco, who was struggling to rise.
Blanco, sensing the impending danger, managed to grab a chair of his own. The two competitors stood face to face, chairs in hand, ready to deliver the final blows. In a shocking turn, Blanco launched himself forward, executing a spear that sent both wrestlers crashing through the ropes and tumbling to the unforgiving floor outside the ring. *
As the match approached its climax, both competitors reached a new level of desperation. Tact, with a fierce glint in his eye, retrieved a steel chair that had been mangled earlier in the contest. Holding the twisted weapon aloft, Tact approached Blanco, who was struggling to rise.
Blanco, sensing the impending danger, managed to grab a chair of his own. The two competitors stood face to face, chairs in hand, ready to deliver the final blows. In a shocking turn, Blanco launched himself forward, executing a spear that sent both wrestlers crashing through the ropes and tumbling to the unforgiving floor outside the ring. *
Markson: OH, both men landing hard on the outside.
Napier: Is El D ok? I can't look.
Markson: You have to look, it;'s your job.
*The crowd gasped at the impact as both competitors lay motionless on the arena floor. Referee Villano 16, realizing the match could only be won inside the ring, began the count. The audience counted along, the tension rising with each passing second.
At the count of eight, Tact and Blanco stirred, demonstrating their resilience. Crawling back into the ring, both competitors grasped the steel chairs, determined to settle the score. The match had reached a fever pitch, and the audience was on the edge of their seats, unsure of who would emerge victorious in this brutal encounter.
As they reentered the ring, both competitors exchanged chair shots with a newfound ferocity. The steel clashed with bone, and the crowd winced at the brutality on display. Blanco, with a sly grin, managed to disarm Tact, sending the twisted chair soaring out of the ring. Sensing an opportunity, Blanco swung his chair with precision, catching Tact off guard and sending him sprawling to the mat. *
At the count of eight, Tact and Blanco stirred, demonstrating their resilience. Crawling back into the ring, both competitors grasped the steel chairs, determined to settle the score. The match had reached a fever pitch, and the audience was on the edge of their seats, unsure of who would emerge victorious in this brutal encounter.
As they reentered the ring, both competitors exchanged chair shots with a newfound ferocity. The steel clashed with bone, and the crowd winced at the brutality on display. Blanco, with a sly grin, managed to disarm Tact, sending the twisted chair soaring out of the ring. Sensing an opportunity, Blanco swung his chair with precision, catching Tact off guard and sending him sprawling to the mat. *
Napier: YES! HOME RUN SWING!
Markson: That was a brutal chair shot.
*With Tact down, Blanco ascended the ropes, chair in hand, ready to deliver the finishing blow. The crowd roared in anticipation as Blanco reached the top turnbuckle. He paused for a moment, savoring the moment, before leaping into the air, aiming to land his devastating "Feeling Froggy" – a top rope splash.
But Tact, showing incredible resilience, rolled out of harm's way at the last possible moment. Blanco, mid-air, realized the impending disaster but couldn't change his trajectory. The crowd gasped as Blanco crashed down onto the steel chair that Tact had strategically placed on his torso.
*With Tact down, Blanco ascended the ropes, chair in hand, ready to deliver the finishing blow. The crowd roared in anticipation as Blanco reached the top turnbuckle. He paused for a moment, savoring the moment, before leaping into the air, aiming to land his devastating "Feeling Froggy" – a top rope splash.
But Tact, showing incredible resilience, rolled out of harm's way at the last possible moment. Blanco, mid-air, realized the impending disaster but couldn't change his trajectory. The crowd gasped as Blanco crashed down onto the steel chair that Tact had strategically placed on his torso.
Blanco comes off the top, but Tact with a burst of energy, got to his knees and swing the chair, connecting with the side of Blanco's head on the dive.
He is limp before he hits the mat.
The crowd OOOOOO's *
He is limp before he hits the mat.
The crowd OOOOOO's *
Markson: OH MY! Larry Tact just absolutle devistating El Diabo Blanco with that shot.
Napier: NO! STOP IT! GET UP EL D!
The impact was sickening, and Blanco is out cold on the mat. Tact, seizing the opportunity, powers himself up to his feet, and pulls the lifeless body of El D up. Tact pulls El D into position and delivers another “Star Power” Release Powerbomb into Backstabber. Tact rolls El D over and makes the cover as Ref Villano 16 makes the count. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner... LARRY TACT!!!
Markson: Larry Tact with a huge win, moving The Cabal to 0 and 3 on the night.
Napier: We are going to win the big one, it's ok. The International Championship is staying with the Cabal.
Markson: You sure about that?
Napier: SHUT UP TUB-TUB!!!
*The shot focuses on Larry Tact rolling out of the ring and handing a bent up chair to a fan in the front row. The crowd is roaring for Larry as he raises his hands in victory as the scene fades. *
*The scene once again returns to Santa’s set up and we see Santa sighing as he stands up from his chair. Santa leans back, stretching out from hours of sitting and people sitting on his lap.
“Have a seat Fatman” we hear a voice saying as Alexander Marshall walks into the scene.
Santa slowly sits down as anger fills his eyes. Alexander walks into the shot typing away on his phone. He smirks as he hits send. Alexander lowers his phone and looks at Santa with contempt. *
Alexander Marshall: I'm not sitting on your lap, but I'm going to tell you what I want for Christmas. Bring me a Bugatti La Voiture Noire.
*Alexander smirks and pulls his phone out again. He begins typing away, but then stops and looks at Santa again. *
Alexander Marshall: Actually, I've already got an Aston Martin, bring me an Airbus ACJ350 instead.
Santa: But you're on the naughty list. Turning on your brother, swindling him out of his company. Making backroom deals, shady business practices, and just being an all-around low-life scum bag… DUDE!
Alexander Marshall: Fudge you Santa, get out of my building.
*Alexander grabs Santa by the beard and yanks, but the beard comes off. Alexander sees the exposed face and begins to back up in terror.
Santa pulls his hat/wig combo off as he stands up. Santa grabs the sleeves of his coat and rips them off revealing massive arms. As we get a shot of Santa’s face we see it is Terry Marshall. *
“Have a seat Fatman” we hear a voice saying as Alexander Marshall walks into the scene.
Santa slowly sits down as anger fills his eyes. Alexander walks into the shot typing away on his phone. He smirks as he hits send. Alexander lowers his phone and looks at Santa with contempt. *
Alexander Marshall: I'm not sitting on your lap, but I'm going to tell you what I want for Christmas. Bring me a Bugatti La Voiture Noire.
*Alexander smirks and pulls his phone out again. He begins typing away, but then stops and looks at Santa again. *
Alexander Marshall: Actually, I've already got an Aston Martin, bring me an Airbus ACJ350 instead.
Santa: But you're on the naughty list. Turning on your brother, swindling him out of his company. Making backroom deals, shady business practices, and just being an all-around low-life scum bag… DUDE!
Alexander Marshall: Fudge you Santa, get out of my building.
*Alexander grabs Santa by the beard and yanks, but the beard comes off. Alexander sees the exposed face and begins to back up in terror.
Santa pulls his hat/wig combo off as he stands up. Santa grabs the sleeves of his coat and rips them off revealing massive arms. As we get a shot of Santa’s face we see it is Terry Marshall. *
Alexander Marshall: You… you're… you're barred from the building.
Terry Marshall: The invitation you sent to Chris Page said plus one, I'm his plus one.
*Terry grabs Alexander by the shirt, lifts him up, and holds him against the wall. Terry pauses for a second and sniffs. *
Terry Marshall: WHAT'S THAT SMELL!?!
Alexander Marshall: Doo… DOOKIE!
*Terry swings Alexander around and lets him go. But then Terry blasts Alexander with Thunderstruck (Spinning Polish Hammer), knocking Alexander out, and leaving him lying on the ground.
The shot focuses on Alexander Marshall's face as Terry stands over him. A pair of black boots appears beside the head of Alexander, and the shot pans up to show Chris Page. *
Chris Page: Merry Christmas... BROTHER!
*As Page and Terry Marshall walk off the scene fades back to the ring where Steve Cotton stands to introduce the next match. *
Terry Marshall: The invitation you sent to Chris Page said plus one, I'm his plus one.
*Terry grabs Alexander by the shirt, lifts him up, and holds him against the wall. Terry pauses for a second and sniffs. *
Terry Marshall: WHAT'S THAT SMELL!?!
Alexander Marshall: Doo… DOOKIE!
*Terry swings Alexander around and lets him go. But then Terry blasts Alexander with Thunderstruck (Spinning Polish Hammer), knocking Alexander out, and leaving him lying on the ground.
The shot focuses on Alexander Marshall's face as Terry stands over him. A pair of black boots appears beside the head of Alexander, and the shot pans up to show Chris Page. *
Chris Page: Merry Christmas... BROTHER!
*As Page and Terry Marshall walk off the scene fades back to the ring where Steve Cotton stands to introduce the next match. *
Markson: This next match is a long, long time in the making. I don't know if the Scotiabank Arena will be able to contain the two competitors we're about to see here.Napier: The time has come for King J Mont to finally shut this Stone idiot up!
Markson: Holy hell, would you look at that?
Napier: What?
Markson: THAT!
*The lights in the arena go dark and the crowd cheers in anticipation. The heavily distorted guitar riff of "Pilgrimage" by Nine Inch Nails hits the arena followed by the booming war like drums. As the song's melody kicks in, a giant clock on the entrance way is ENGULFED by flames, capturing everyone's attention.*
Napier: It's gotta be 150 degrees in here. I can feel the heat all the way from ringside and you gotta bet this wasn't cleared with the fire marshal!
*The flames burn through the bottom of the clock creating a perfect circle with the shadow figure of a man standing behind. He slowly makes his way down the ramp and when the camera catches a shot of his face, grins from ear to ear.*
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone has been waiting for over a year now to get the American Champion in a one on one match and tonight he gets his wish.
Napier: Look at that idiot smiling. He has no idea what's in store for him.
*Maxwell Mason Stone stops in the center of the entrance way and points his index finger towards the sky where thousands of sheets of paper have started to fall from the rafters of the Scotiabank Arena. Fans reach up and grab what they can. One lands on the announce table and Napier picks it up.*
Napier: This is absolute slander! Max isn't going to win the American Championship by making the best fliers, he's gotta earn in right there in that ring but unfortunately for him, our champion is bigger, stronger and superior in every way!
*Maxwell picks up a flier that lands on the turnbuckle and points to it.*
MMS: This ends tonight!
*He tears the flier into pieces and throws them out of the ring and stands ready. *
Markson: I'm sure this is only going to furher infuriate JMont.
Napier: Like he needed anymore fuel on his fire.
*A Spotlight hits the roof of the arena and you will not believe your eyes. You see X-Mas lights on a sleigh, but that's not all. It’s the one and only Santa Clause with his reindeer.*
Markson: You cannot have a X-Mas show here in the TPW without Santa Clause.
Napier: I know what you wished for already.
Markson: I wish you would get fired along with J Mont and his Mecca crew.
Napier: Well, your X-Mas is going to suck because none of us are going anywhere.
*The fans are on their feet. The kids are screaming for Santa. Some parents are cursing out Santa because their childhood sucked and they never got what they wanted, but their kids got everything. Then, out of nowhere, the Sleigh begins to descend and is heading towards the entrance way on the ramp. You can see Santra throwing out Candy Canes to the fans. The sleigh is getting closer to the entrance way now.*
Napier: I hope Santa doesn’t kill those reindeer with his driving.
Markson: Santa is a pro, something that you aren't.
*With no help of anyone, Santa steers the reindeer and the sleigh into safety. The fans are really cheering on Santa like this is the best thing that has ever happened here in Canada. With the sleigh now parked on the main entrance, Santa gets his fat ass off the sleigh. Raises his arms up for the fans and goes to the back of the sleigh to grab the gifts in the back. The fans are leaning over the rails, wanting the gifts. One by One, Santa throws the gifts on the entranceway.*
Napier: Hope there is nothing breakable in those packages.
Markson: Santa, please break the face of Napier for me.
*With all the gifts off the sleigh now, Santa is standing next to them when the unthinkable happens. Santa starts to jump on the boxes. Jump after Jump. The boxes are getting destroyed. North, South, East and West, none of the gifts are safe. Even a few just got kicked off the entranceway wall. The fans are booing Santa, but after all that energy was used, you can see the beard of Santa hanging off a little.*
Napier: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the best thing that has happened in Canada!
Markson: If that is who i think it is, he needs to be locked up with the key thrown away for life. This is truly disgraceful.
*Santa picks up the big box that has seen better days and…………..*
JKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The box just received a JKO and is going to truly have a bad holiday and right after that, you can hear static in the speakers.*
*It’s “A Fight” by Three 6 Mafia hits the speakers. A song that has not been heard yet in the TPW, but as the lasers begin to shoot around the arena, there is a loud explosion behind the sleigh. The fans are booing because they know what is coming next. The man in the Santa suit rips off the jacket and breakaway pants. Last but not least, the beard follows as it's thrown to the ground and stomped on. Standing there, ready for a fight is none other than the American Champion himself, J MONT! He walks over to the sleigh and reaches down and grabs his American Title. Holding it up high up now, and if you thought J Mont was booed bad before, this is truly the worst ever. You cannot hear yourself think.*
Napier: These fans have no respect for the best champion in the TPW today!
Markson: J Mont just ruined X-Mas for the kids here tonight and the millions watching on TV.
Napier: How much do you want to bet that this arrival will be number 1 on YouTube and Twitter?
Markson: I am sure J Mont will find a way to make that happen with his checkbook.
*Napier and Markson continue to go at it while J Mont finally makes his way down the ramp, ready for war. The American Title over his shoulder. Loving all the hate he is getting from the fans. J Mont on his way down notices a young kid wearing a Max Stone shirt and a Santa Cap. The kid is yelling at J Mont, who rips the Santa hat off the kid, and throws it on the ground. Stomping all over the hat, the kid starts to cry and J Mont yells at the kid that the Max Stone shirt he is wearing will be a clearance item once this match is over with. J Mont continues his walk towards the ring and stomps his foot on the metal steps. If you want to hear cheers, this is not the time. As J Mont walks up the steps and enters the ring, you cannot hear anything other than boos and negativity directed at J Mont. *
Napier: One day, these fans will wake up and smell the coffee. J Mont is the best thing that has happened to this business.!
Markson: J Mont is a piece of Poop and I cannot wait to watch him lose another title.
Napier: Max Stone will realize one day as well that he cannot ever beat J Mont!
Markson: The end of 2023 is going to suck for J Mont and he is going to enter 2024 with no Gold and a losing streak.
*J Mont climbs the turnbuckle and holds the American Championship high in the air.*
*J Mont will never have home field advantage when it comes to the fans but he is the best road team that wrestling has ever seen. Hopping down from the turnbuckle, J Mont leans through the ropes to get a mic handed to him.*
AFTER 5 MORE MINUTES OF BOOING!
*J Mont taps the mic as a light echo hits throughout the arena.*
J MONT: Canada has a lot of issues right now and if you all vote for me as the NEW Prime Minister, I will do what Justin Trudeau couldn’t do. I will fix the healthcare system. The Crime Rates would drop. Employment rates would skyrocket. The Education systems would get better. The Economy would grow. Canada would be respectful once again. Vote J Mont and watch all the changes and your dreams come true.*
*J Mont laughs at the thought of this for a minute.*
J MONT: You would never catch me living in this shitty place, let alone do anything to help it out. You guys are lucky I'm contracted to be here tonight, I wouldn't have shown up. You guys can keep all your Pooping geese and Moose crossing the road. And you will never see a Mountie stop me from doing anything either. Canada Sucks. Max Stone Sucks. And all of you people here tonight SUCK TOO!!!!!!!!!! I came! I saw! I Conquered! Leaving 2023 as The American Champion and entering 2024, in America as The American Champion.
*J Mont throws the mic down on the ground and holds up his American Title one more time, to the dislike of the fans in attendance.*
Napier: J Mont for president. I am all for it!
Markson: We got from one shitty Joe to another. Just what this world needs. .
Napier: Move over Joe Biden, the real Joe is coming to the White House!
Markson: Shoot me now!
Steve Cotton: The following contest is for the American Championship, and is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!!!
*Crowd Pops.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, to my left. The challanger, hailing from Los Angeles, CA, and weighing in at 255lbs, this is MAXWELL MASON STOOOOONNNEEEE!!!
*The crowd pops for MMS, but he just stares at JMont. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent. Hailing from Bronx, NY and weighing in at 255lbs, he is the reigning and defending American Champion, he is a member of The Mecca, this is JOE MONTOUROOOOIIII!!!
*JMont stands in one corner clutching his American Championship while MMS stands in the other staring at JMont with a look that could kill. *
Markson: As I said at the beginning of the night, this match has been in the making for over a year, and over two different companies. Last year in the now-defunct IIW, Maxwell Mason Stone lost in a triple-threat match with JMont. In the very next show for IIW, Maxwell Mason Stone and JMont were the last two men in the Ice Crown Rumble, which JMont won. Then later in the year in IIW there was a war games match in which JMon’t Mecca team defeated the team Maxwell Mason Stone was on.
Napier: So, you’re saying Maxwell Mason Stone is a loser?
Markson: NO! This is the first one-versus-one match between JMont and Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: One-on-one, Fourways, eighteenways, rumbles, war games, it doesn’t matter what kind of match it is JMont has proven he has Maxwell Mason Stone’s number.
*JMont hands the American Championship out of the ring to Steve Cotton, and as he does Referee Villano 16 calls for the bell. MMS charges across the ring, but JMont moves out of the way, allowing MMS to run into the buckles. MMS gets his leg up though, catching himself on the turnbuckles. MMS spins around to see JMont charging in. MMS drops down and catches JMont with a backbody drop sending JMont flying over the turnbuckles to the outside of the ring. *
Markson: It didn’t take long for this match to spill out of the ring.
Napier: It’s falls count anywhere Mark, did you really expect them to keep it in the ring?
*MMS steps to the apron as JMont uses the security railing to pull himself up. As JMont gets to his feet MMS charges down the apron. JMont turns to see MMS coming off the apron with a Flying Cross Body Block (from a running position). MMS catches JMont high, causing him to flip backward over the security railing, sending both men spilling into the front row.
MMS is the first to his feet, as a couple of fans help him up. A single fan offers JMont a hand, but JMont slaps it away as he tries to pull himself up. As JMont gets to his feet MMS charges forward, lowers his shoulder, and delivers a tackle to JMont that sends JMont crashing into the security railing. JMont hits the railing so hard, he scoots it away from the crowds and closer to the ring. *
Markson: OH! What a sick thud sound that made.
Markson: As I said at the beginning of the night, this match has been in the making for over a year, and over two different companies. Last year in the now-defunct IIW, Maxwell Mason Stone lost in a triple-threat match with JMont. In the very next show for IIW, Maxwell Mason Stone and JMont were the last two men in the Ice Crown Rumble, which JMont won. Then later in the year in IIW there was a war games match in which JMon’t Mecca team defeated the team Maxwell Mason Stone was on.
Napier: So, you’re saying Maxwell Mason Stone is a loser?
Markson: NO! This is the first one-versus-one match between JMont and Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: One-on-one, Fourways, eighteenways, rumbles, war games, it doesn’t matter what kind of match it is JMont has proven he has Maxwell Mason Stone’s number.
*JMont hands the American Championship out of the ring to Steve Cotton, and as he does Referee Villano 16 calls for the bell. MMS charges across the ring, but JMont moves out of the way, allowing MMS to run into the buckles. MMS gets his leg up though, catching himself on the turnbuckles. MMS spins around to see JMont charging in. MMS drops down and catches JMont with a backbody drop sending JMont flying over the turnbuckles to the outside of the ring. *
Markson: It didn’t take long for this match to spill out of the ring.
Napier: It’s falls count anywhere Mark, did you really expect them to keep it in the ring?
*MMS steps to the apron as JMont uses the security railing to pull himself up. As JMont gets to his feet MMS charges down the apron. JMont turns to see MMS coming off the apron with a Flying Cross Body Block (from a running position). MMS catches JMont high, causing him to flip backward over the security railing, sending both men spilling into the front row.
MMS is the first to his feet, as a couple of fans help him up. A single fan offers JMont a hand, but JMont slaps it away as he tries to pull himself up. As JMont gets to his feet MMS charges forward, lowers his shoulder, and delivers a tackle to JMont that sends JMont crashing into the security railing. JMont hits the railing so hard, he scoots it away from the crowds and closer to the ring. *
Markson: OH! What a sick thud sound that made.
Napier: This definitely hasn’t been a silent night, it is more of a violent night.
*JMont tries pulling himself up using the railing again, but MMS is already up and on the assault. MMS pulls JMon’t head up, and sends a blistering chop to the chest of JMont that sends JMont slumping against the railing. MMS turns and is handed a cup of beer from a fan, and then slams the cup into the head of JMont sending the liquid flying, causing the crowd to roar louder.
MMS is handed a tray of nachos from a fan to use next. With the tray flat on his palm, MMS slaps JMont on the side of the head with the nacho tray, sending cheese, guac, ground beef, and sour cream flying all over. The force of the slap sends JMont rolling over the railing and back to ringside. MMS doesn’t hesitate to give chase, as he steps over the railing and heads for JMont who is crawling on all fours toward the entranceway. *
Napier: WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE FANS!?!
Markson: The fans hate JMont, but pretty much everyone hates JMont.
*MMS catches up with JMont, grabbing him by the hair. MMS pulls JMont up to his knees by the hair with one hand, and then delivers three hard punches with the other hand, leaving JMont dazed on his knees. MMS looks at a fan screaming for him and sees the fan offering him a hotdog. MMS smirks, and takes the hotdog. MMS grabs JMont by the head and shoves the hotdog down his throat.
JMont begins gagging and spits the glizzy out as he coughs and tries to get away. JMont crawls to the other side of the entranceway and grabs the railing to pull himself up. MMS charges at him again, but this time JMont catches him coming in, moving out of the way and drop-toe holding MMS, causing him to fall face-first into the steel railing. *
Napier: REALLY!?!
Markson: You’re surprised JMont caught him coming in? Surprised JMont may have been playing opossum?
Napier: No, I can’t believe a grown man was eating a hotdog with just ketchup, grow you Thunderamoron.
*JMont stands up collecting himself and clearing the cobwebs a bit. MMS rolls to a seated position holding his forehead, and as he moves his hands we can see blood beginning to run down his hairline. MMS starts to stand up, but as he does JMont boots him in the chest knocking him back down.
*JMont tries pulling himself up using the railing again, but MMS is already up and on the assault. MMS pulls JMon’t head up, and sends a blistering chop to the chest of JMont that sends JMont slumping against the railing. MMS turns and is handed a cup of beer from a fan, and then slams the cup into the head of JMont sending the liquid flying, causing the crowd to roar louder.
MMS is handed a tray of nachos from a fan to use next. With the tray flat on his palm, MMS slaps JMont on the side of the head with the nacho tray, sending cheese, guac, ground beef, and sour cream flying all over. The force of the slap sends JMont rolling over the railing and back to ringside. MMS doesn’t hesitate to give chase, as he steps over the railing and heads for JMont who is crawling on all fours toward the entranceway. *
Napier: WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE FANS!?!
Markson: The fans hate JMont, but pretty much everyone hates JMont.
*MMS catches up with JMont, grabbing him by the hair. MMS pulls JMont up to his knees by the hair with one hand, and then delivers three hard punches with the other hand, leaving JMont dazed on his knees. MMS looks at a fan screaming for him and sees the fan offering him a hotdog. MMS smirks, and takes the hotdog. MMS grabs JMont by the head and shoves the hotdog down his throat.
JMont begins gagging and spits the glizzy out as he coughs and tries to get away. JMont crawls to the other side of the entranceway and grabs the railing to pull himself up. MMS charges at him again, but this time JMont catches him coming in, moving out of the way and drop-toe holding MMS, causing him to fall face-first into the steel railing. *
Napier: REALLY!?!
Markson: You’re surprised JMont caught him coming in? Surprised JMont may have been playing opossum?
Napier: No, I can’t believe a grown man was eating a hotdog with just ketchup, grow you Thunderamoron.
*JMont stands up collecting himself and clearing the cobwebs a bit. MMS rolls to a seated position holding his forehead, and as he moves his hands we can see blood beginning to run down his hairline. MMS starts to stand up, but as he does JMont boots him in the chest knocking him back down.
JMont looks at the crowd booing him and snatches a drink away from a fan. JMont turns the cup upside down and pours the soda over the head of MMS. The fans begin booing JMont, which only causes him to smirk. JMont then spots something in the crowd and lungs forward pulling it away from a fan. JMont holds a Tupperware dish in his hand with an “Elf On The Shelf” inside. MMS tries getting up and as he does JMont slams the Tupperware into his head, popping the lid open and sending the Elf flying. *
Napier: OH NO! Now the Elf has lost its magic.
Markson: JMont is just disgusting, that was a kids Elf.
Napier: JMont is such a jerk I bet he likes to tell little kids Santa isn’t real.
*JMont grabs MMS by the head and pulls him up, while holding MMS in a collar tie, JMont slams his elbow into the cut on MMS’s forehead busting him open more. MMS falls to his knees, holding his head, and JMont grabs MMS by the hair and slams him down into the ground. JMont then stomps the back of MMS’s head. JMont then continues stomping, moving around MMS’s body, until he has completed a 360 and stomped MMS’s entire body completing the JMont Stomp. JMont then throws his hands up in a pose, drawing massive boos from the fan.
JMont smirks and then heads up the entranceway, stopping at the top and grabbing one of the fully decorated Christmas trees that sit at the top of the entranceway. JMont drags it back down to where MMS is, seeing MMS has pushed himself up to all fours. JMont lifts the tree over his head and slams it down across the back of MMS. *
Napier: Was that a real tree?
Markson: Of course, there is nothing fake about TPW or our Christmas Trees.
*JMont toys with the crowd while MMS rolls on the ground holding his back. As MMS rolls around he grabs something on the ground. JMont turns to see MMS on all fours and charges with a punt kick. As JMont charges, MMS pops to his knees and throws a glass ornament at JMont, hitting him in the head with it. The ornament shatters, and JMont staggers back brushing at his face.
This allows MMS to push himself to his knees and charge at JMont. JMont clears his vision just in time to see MMS charging. JMont drops his shoulder and he is the one delivering a backbody drop this time, sending MMS over the railing into the crowd. JMont turns around to go after MMS but is met with the site of dozens of fans surrounding MMS, all wearing 999 masks. *
Naper: What in the world is going on?
Markson: JMont isn’t the only one who can play tricks and mind games in this match.
*Several of the fans reach forward grabbing JMont and pulling him over the security railing. JMont instantly begins fighting the masked fans off. JMont drops two masked fans with right hands, and as he turns to punch a third masked man, the masked man drops lifts JMont into the air, and delivers an Inverted Atomic Drop.
The masked man stands up, and pulls off his 999 mask revealing it is MMS. JMont looks shocked, as well as in pain, as he holds hisi groin. MMS grabs JMont by the head and runs him through some fire door, sending him spilling into the hallway. *
Markson: The action has now spilled into the hallway.
Napier: Get those Thunderamorons out of the shot, get in there security.
*JMont rolls to his feet, but as he gets up he is met with a flying knee strike from MMS that sends JMont tumbling over a counter, and into a concession stall. The workers in the Mexican food stall scramble as JMont falls into their booth. MMS dodges the scrambling workers and moves fans out of his way as he begins to enter the stell, hopping on the counter.
MMS grabs JMont by the hair and begins pulling him up, but as he does JMont grabs an order of Choros from the counter and slams them into the face of MMS. MMS grabs at his face and begins wiping at his eyes. *
Napier: The cinnamon from those choros is burning the eyes of Maxwell Mason Stone.
Markson: A terrible waste of a perfectly good choro.
*JMont grabs a heat lamp from the counter and smashes it into the head of MMS, reopening the cut on his head that had stopped bleeding a moment ago. MMS staggers back against the wall, and JMont charges forward and spears MMS through the wall that separates the Mexican food booth and Arby’s booth beside it.
The two men go bursting through the wall, sending drywall dust flying everywhere. MMS stands up slowly shaking the dust off as the Arby’s works flee their booth. *
Markson: JMont just speared Maxwell Mason Stone through a wall.
Napier: Great, now we’ll never get Arby’s as a sponsor.
*JMont looks up to see a man that looks exactly like WGWF’s Flas Rotten in an Arby’s uniform. JMont tilts his head at the man, and the man takes off running. JMont looks at MMS who is pulling himself up, JMont grabs MMS by the hair and waistband and throws MMS over another table into the kitchen section of the stall.
JMont grabs a giant ladle from the counter as he moves into the kitchen where MMS is trying to pull himself up. JMont swings the ladle and smacks it across the back of MMS’s head. MMS falls to the floor unconscious. JMont looks at the now destroyed ladle, throws it aside, and drops into a pin on MMS. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE! Maxwell Mason Stone just kicked out.
Napier: If this was a Krispy Kreme stall the floor would be so sticky no one would be able to kick out.
*JMont jumps up and begins yelling at Ref Villano 16 saying the count was slow, and that MMS is done. Villano shakes his head “no” and holds up 2 fingers. JMont turns back to MMS, grabs him by the head, and pulls him up. JMont looks over at a meat slicer and pulls MMS closer to it. JMont flips the slicer on and then grabs MMS by the head and pulls his face against the slicer. *
Markson: NO! NO WAY! STOP THE DAMN MATCH RIGHT NOW!!!
Napier: Carve um up JMont.
*JMont holds Stone’s head in place with one hand and begins moving the slicer to his face with the other hand. Suddenly, JMont releases the slicer handle and MMS’s head. JMont looks down to see MMS has clamped a set of metal kitchen tongs on his testicles. JMont begins screaming in pain, and swings a wild right hand at MMS.
MMS ducks, releasing the tongs as he does so. As MMS comes back up, he grabs a five-pound un-cut roast beef and smacks JMont in the side of the head with it. JMont staggers backward falling into a wall. MMS throws the roast beef overhead, and JMont narrowly moves out of the way as the beef smacks against the wall.
MMS looks over at a table full of utensils and grabs a meat tenderizer. MMS moves toward JMont, but JMont grabs a container of salt and throws it into the eyes of MMS. MMS drops the tenderizer and begins wiping at his. JMont charges forward and hits MMS with a big running clothesline. *
Markson: This match is getting out of hand, someone is going to get seriously hurt.
Napier: It looks like it is about to get out of the arena, and I can guarantee you someone is going to get seriously hurt. That someone is Maxwell Mason Stone.
*JMont pulls MMS up by the head and throws MMS through a back fire escape door. MMS goes hurdling through the door onto the ground. JMont steps outside after MMS, and into the snowy weather as there is a fine dusting of snow on the ground, and more coming down. *
Napier: Ladies and gentlemen, Joe Montuori has left the building.
Markson: I wish he would just leave.
*MMS grabs some snow and places it in his eyes. MMS uses the snow to help wash the salt from his face. As MMS is clearing his eyes JMont comes in with a punt kick. MMS catches JMont’s foot though, and holds onto it as he stands to his feet. MMS stands up, still holding onto the leg of JMont. JMont looks worried at first, but then Shaun Hart and Axel Shaw appear from the shadows, and Shaw clubs MMS in the back of the head.
MMS drops JMont’s foot and staggers forward. As MMS is staggering JMont grabs MMS by the head and drops him with a JKO (RKO). Villano 16 drops down to make the count, but JMont shakes his head “no”. *
Markson: WHAT!?! What does JMont have in mind, he could win the match right here.
Napier: I agree, just take the win and move on JMont.
*JMont, Hart, and Shall all begins stomping on MMS, each getting a good three or four stomps in. MMS tries to curl up and cover-up, but the stomps are still pounding on his core. Finally, JMont begins to order Hart and Shaw to pick MMS up. Shaw and Hart each grab and arm and pull MMS up to his feet, though MMS can barely stand. JMont lands two hard, straight rights to the forehead of MMS sending blood splattering from his wound.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens is heard. JMont looks confused, and nervously Shaw and Hart drop MMS. Suddenly, a cop car comes hauling around the arena. The cop car barrel right at the three members of The Mecca. JMont dives out of the say, but Shaw and Hart are both hit. They try to jump out of the way, but both are clipped and sent rolling up the hood, into the windshield in off the side.
The car comes to a screeching halt.. JMont gets to his feet wondering what just happened. *
Markson: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON!?!
Napier: This is INSANITY!
*The driver door of the cop car opens up, and out steps Junko Souma. JMont turns ghost-white as his jaw hits the pavement in shock, as an audible pop can be heard from inside the arena. *
Markson: IT’S JUNKO!!! JUNKOU SOUMA IS BACK!!!
Napier: I thought JMont killed here.
Markson: YOU CAN’T KILL JUNKO!!!
Napier: OH NO! Now the Elf has lost its magic.
Markson: JMont is just disgusting, that was a kids Elf.
Napier: JMont is such a jerk I bet he likes to tell little kids Santa isn’t real.
*JMont grabs MMS by the head and pulls him up, while holding MMS in a collar tie, JMont slams his elbow into the cut on MMS’s forehead busting him open more. MMS falls to his knees, holding his head, and JMont grabs MMS by the hair and slams him down into the ground. JMont then stomps the back of MMS’s head. JMont then continues stomping, moving around MMS’s body, until he has completed a 360 and stomped MMS’s entire body completing the JMont Stomp. JMont then throws his hands up in a pose, drawing massive boos from the fan.
JMont smirks and then heads up the entranceway, stopping at the top and grabbing one of the fully decorated Christmas trees that sit at the top of the entranceway. JMont drags it back down to where MMS is, seeing MMS has pushed himself up to all fours. JMont lifts the tree over his head and slams it down across the back of MMS. *
Napier: Was that a real tree?
Markson: Of course, there is nothing fake about TPW or our Christmas Trees.
*JMont toys with the crowd while MMS rolls on the ground holding his back. As MMS rolls around he grabs something on the ground. JMont turns to see MMS on all fours and charges with a punt kick. As JMont charges, MMS pops to his knees and throws a glass ornament at JMont, hitting him in the head with it. The ornament shatters, and JMont staggers back brushing at his face.
This allows MMS to push himself to his knees and charge at JMont. JMont clears his vision just in time to see MMS charging. JMont drops his shoulder and he is the one delivering a backbody drop this time, sending MMS over the railing into the crowd. JMont turns around to go after MMS but is met with the site of dozens of fans surrounding MMS, all wearing 999 masks. *
Naper: What in the world is going on?
Markson: JMont isn’t the only one who can play tricks and mind games in this match.
*Several of the fans reach forward grabbing JMont and pulling him over the security railing. JMont instantly begins fighting the masked fans off. JMont drops two masked fans with right hands, and as he turns to punch a third masked man, the masked man drops lifts JMont into the air, and delivers an Inverted Atomic Drop.
The masked man stands up, and pulls off his 999 mask revealing it is MMS. JMont looks shocked, as well as in pain, as he holds hisi groin. MMS grabs JMont by the head and runs him through some fire door, sending him spilling into the hallway. *
Markson: The action has now spilled into the hallway.
Napier: Get those Thunderamorons out of the shot, get in there security.
*JMont rolls to his feet, but as he gets up he is met with a flying knee strike from MMS that sends JMont tumbling over a counter, and into a concession stall. The workers in the Mexican food stall scramble as JMont falls into their booth. MMS dodges the scrambling workers and moves fans out of his way as he begins to enter the stell, hopping on the counter.
MMS grabs JMont by the hair and begins pulling him up, but as he does JMont grabs an order of Choros from the counter and slams them into the face of MMS. MMS grabs at his face and begins wiping at his eyes. *
Napier: The cinnamon from those choros is burning the eyes of Maxwell Mason Stone.
Markson: A terrible waste of a perfectly good choro.
*JMont grabs a heat lamp from the counter and smashes it into the head of MMS, reopening the cut on his head that had stopped bleeding a moment ago. MMS staggers back against the wall, and JMont charges forward and spears MMS through the wall that separates the Mexican food booth and Arby’s booth beside it.
The two men go bursting through the wall, sending drywall dust flying everywhere. MMS stands up slowly shaking the dust off as the Arby’s works flee their booth. *
Markson: JMont just speared Maxwell Mason Stone through a wall.
Napier: Great, now we’ll never get Arby’s as a sponsor.
*JMont looks up to see a man that looks exactly like WGWF’s Flas Rotten in an Arby’s uniform. JMont tilts his head at the man, and the man takes off running. JMont looks at MMS who is pulling himself up, JMont grabs MMS by the hair and waistband and throws MMS over another table into the kitchen section of the stall.
JMont grabs a giant ladle from the counter as he moves into the kitchen where MMS is trying to pull himself up. JMont swings the ladle and smacks it across the back of MMS’s head. MMS falls to the floor unconscious. JMont looks at the now destroyed ladle, throws it aside, and drops into a pin on MMS. *
1…
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KICKOUT!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE! Maxwell Mason Stone just kicked out.
Napier: If this was a Krispy Kreme stall the floor would be so sticky no one would be able to kick out.
*JMont jumps up and begins yelling at Ref Villano 16 saying the count was slow, and that MMS is done. Villano shakes his head “no” and holds up 2 fingers. JMont turns back to MMS, grabs him by the head, and pulls him up. JMont looks over at a meat slicer and pulls MMS closer to it. JMont flips the slicer on and then grabs MMS by the head and pulls his face against the slicer. *
Markson: NO! NO WAY! STOP THE DAMN MATCH RIGHT NOW!!!
Napier: Carve um up JMont.
*JMont holds Stone’s head in place with one hand and begins moving the slicer to his face with the other hand. Suddenly, JMont releases the slicer handle and MMS’s head. JMont looks down to see MMS has clamped a set of metal kitchen tongs on his testicles. JMont begins screaming in pain, and swings a wild right hand at MMS.
MMS ducks, releasing the tongs as he does so. As MMS comes back up, he grabs a five-pound un-cut roast beef and smacks JMont in the side of the head with it. JMont staggers backward falling into a wall. MMS throws the roast beef overhead, and JMont narrowly moves out of the way as the beef smacks against the wall.
MMS looks over at a table full of utensils and grabs a meat tenderizer. MMS moves toward JMont, but JMont grabs a container of salt and throws it into the eyes of MMS. MMS drops the tenderizer and begins wiping at his. JMont charges forward and hits MMS with a big running clothesline. *
Markson: This match is getting out of hand, someone is going to get seriously hurt.
Napier: It looks like it is about to get out of the arena, and I can guarantee you someone is going to get seriously hurt. That someone is Maxwell Mason Stone.
*JMont pulls MMS up by the head and throws MMS through a back fire escape door. MMS goes hurdling through the door onto the ground. JMont steps outside after MMS, and into the snowy weather as there is a fine dusting of snow on the ground, and more coming down. *
Napier: Ladies and gentlemen, Joe Montuori has left the building.
Markson: I wish he would just leave.
*MMS grabs some snow and places it in his eyes. MMS uses the snow to help wash the salt from his face. As MMS is clearing his eyes JMont comes in with a punt kick. MMS catches JMont’s foot though, and holds onto it as he stands to his feet. MMS stands up, still holding onto the leg of JMont. JMont looks worried at first, but then Shaun Hart and Axel Shaw appear from the shadows, and Shaw clubs MMS in the back of the head.
MMS drops JMont’s foot and staggers forward. As MMS is staggering JMont grabs MMS by the head and drops him with a JKO (RKO). Villano 16 drops down to make the count, but JMont shakes his head “no”. *
Markson: WHAT!?! What does JMont have in mind, he could win the match right here.
Napier: I agree, just take the win and move on JMont.
*JMont, Hart, and Shall all begins stomping on MMS, each getting a good three or four stomps in. MMS tries to curl up and cover-up, but the stomps are still pounding on his core. Finally, JMont begins to order Hart and Shaw to pick MMS up. Shaw and Hart each grab and arm and pull MMS up to his feet, though MMS can barely stand. JMont lands two hard, straight rights to the forehead of MMS sending blood splattering from his wound.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens is heard. JMont looks confused, and nervously Shaw and Hart drop MMS. Suddenly, a cop car comes hauling around the arena. The cop car barrel right at the three members of The Mecca. JMont dives out of the say, but Shaw and Hart are both hit. They try to jump out of the way, but both are clipped and sent rolling up the hood, into the windshield in off the side.
The car comes to a screeching halt.. JMont gets to his feet wondering what just happened. *
Markson: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON!?!
Napier: This is INSANITY!
*The driver door of the cop car opens up, and out steps Junko Souma. JMont turns ghost-white as his jaw hits the pavement in shock, as an audible pop can be heard from inside the arena. *
Markson: IT’S JUNKO!!! JUNKOU SOUMA IS BACK!!!
Napier: I thought JMont killed here.
Markson: YOU CAN’T KILL JUNKO!!!
*MMS slowly rises behind JMont. MMS grabs JMont by the shoulder and spins him around right into a knee to the gut that doubles JMont over. MMS grabs JMont and lifts him for "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]). MMS takes a few steps forward and slams JMont down onto the hood of the car with Momenta Axis.
MMS leaves JMont on the hood, as MMS climbs to the hood himself. MMS pulls JMont up, and lifts him again for "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]), and this time slams JMont from the hood of the car to the pavement. MMS steps up to the roof of the cop car and jumps right off with a splash onto JMont.
MMS rolls JMont over and makes the pin. *
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MMS leaves JMont on the hood, as MMS climbs to the hood himself. MMS pulls JMont up, and lifts him again for "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]), and this time slams JMont from the hood of the car to the pavement. MMS steps up to the roof of the cop car and jumps right off with a splash onto JMont.
MMS rolls JMont over and makes the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NEEEWWWW AMERICAN CHAMPION, MAXWELL MASON STOOOOONNNEEEE!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NEEEWWWW AMERICAN CHAMPION, MAXWELL MASON STOOOOONNNEEEE!!!
*Junko nods at MMS, and he nods back at her as she disappears into the crowd of MMS fans who rush out to celebreate with the new champion. As MMS is surronded by fans and the Ref raises his hand the scene fades back inside the arena. *
*“Ready or Not” plays throughout the Scotibank Arena and the fans all snap to the entrance. *
Markson: JASON CA$HE IS BACK!!!
Napier: But is he medically cleared to compete?
Markson: I think we are about to find out.
*Cashe appears on the Terry-Tron *
Cashe: Is this thing on?
*There was a round of boos and a few scattered cheers as Jason Cashe comes onto the big screen.*
Cashe: What is going on in Canada tonight?! How are all the Canucks out there?
*Trying for cheap pops, this was obviously recorded.*
Cashe: Sorry I can't be there.. I had better things to do. Nothing against TPW, I just don't care for Canada.
*The cheap pop turned into cheap heat and he got it with a roaring sound of booos crashing around the seats like a wave rolling through.*
Cashe: Calm down.. I’m just joking! I love maple syrup and bagged milk.
*Again the boos and a few laughs fill the arena. People are just easy to work over at these shows.*
Cashe: It has come to my attention that on March 15th, TPW will be hosting the third annual S.E.X. Cup.. A Tournament of Duos, a challenge of Tag Teams and this year, I want a spot!
*The Canadian fans were already disliking his words and didn't let up as more jeers came from the audience. Winter Wasteland was giving Cashe the cold treatment.*
Cashe: As for a partner?
*“Down With The King” by Run DMC blares throughout the arena and every face in the audience goes big eyed, shocked! Sure enough, from the back comes Jimmy ‘The’ King! Dressed in his all black royal gear and red and white royal robe.*
Cashe: Who I have in mind will blow your minds! Their name is one that I won't share right now but.. Soon..
*Nobody hears what he said as the theme song for Jimmy ‘The’ King is at full volume. Everyone just assumes it is Jimmy who is the Tag Partner for Jason Cashe. This is what he gets for taping his announcement. On the screen, you can still see Cashe talking. Probably saying some deep stuff that adds to the value that might be his entry to the S.E.X. Cup.
Jimmy ‘The’ King stays on stage, arms out at his sides basking in the reaction of a live audience. Now believing he is the Tag Partner for Jason Cashe. Elm comes rushing out from the back, spinning Jimmy around. The two begin arguing as the music from Run DMC continues to play through the second hook. After they head back into the backstage and the music dies, Cashe can be heard coming to a conclusion of his announcement. Everyone can once again hear him.*
Cashe: TPW.. I wanna SEX you up.. See you soon!
*The video ends as the big screen goes black. Fans left shocked as they rush to their phones to rush to the social networks to complain and voice their opinions as the scene cuts back to Steve Cotton ready to introduce the next match. *
*There was a round of boos and a few scattered cheers as Jason Cashe comes onto the big screen.*
Cashe: What is going on in Canada tonight?! How are all the Canucks out there?
*Trying for cheap pops, this was obviously recorded.*
Cashe: Sorry I can't be there.. I had better things to do. Nothing against TPW, I just don't care for Canada.
*The cheap pop turned into cheap heat and he got it with a roaring sound of booos crashing around the seats like a wave rolling through.*
Cashe: Calm down.. I’m just joking! I love maple syrup and bagged milk.
*Again the boos and a few laughs fill the arena. People are just easy to work over at these shows.*
Cashe: It has come to my attention that on March 15th, TPW will be hosting the third annual S.E.X. Cup.. A Tournament of Duos, a challenge of Tag Teams and this year, I want a spot!
*The Canadian fans were already disliking his words and didn't let up as more jeers came from the audience. Winter Wasteland was giving Cashe the cold treatment.*
Cashe: As for a partner?
*“Down With The King” by Run DMC blares throughout the arena and every face in the audience goes big eyed, shocked! Sure enough, from the back comes Jimmy ‘The’ King! Dressed in his all black royal gear and red and white royal robe.*
Cashe: Who I have in mind will blow your minds! Their name is one that I won't share right now but.. Soon..
*Nobody hears what he said as the theme song for Jimmy ‘The’ King is at full volume. Everyone just assumes it is Jimmy who is the Tag Partner for Jason Cashe. This is what he gets for taping his announcement. On the screen, you can still see Cashe talking. Probably saying some deep stuff that adds to the value that might be his entry to the S.E.X. Cup.
Jimmy ‘The’ King stays on stage, arms out at his sides basking in the reaction of a live audience. Now believing he is the Tag Partner for Jason Cashe. Elm comes rushing out from the back, spinning Jimmy around. The two begin arguing as the music from Run DMC continues to play through the second hook. After they head back into the backstage and the music dies, Cashe can be heard coming to a conclusion of his announcement. Everyone can once again hear him.*
Cashe: TPW.. I wanna SEX you up.. See you soon!
*The video ends as the big screen goes black. Fans left shocked as they rush to their phones to rush to the social networks to complain and voice their opinions as the scene cuts back to Steve Cotton ready to introduce the next match. *
