Friday Night Fury 1/5/24 Results *Year End Award Show*
Jan 5, 2024 16:23:48 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Jan 5, 2024 16:23:48 GMT -5
*The FNF logo fades to a scene from the ending of Winter Wrestleland. Peter Vaughn staggers to his feet and charges at Knox, but Knox drops, and scoops Vaughn onto his shoulders. Knox holds Vaughn in a standing firemans carry, and charges forward running Vaughn’s head into the back driver-side window of the hearse. Vaughn’s head shatters the window. Knox holds onto Vaughn and staggers to the back of the hearse. With gritted teeth, Knox throws Vaughn up over his head and delivers Into The Void (GTS) to Vaughn.
Before Vaughn can fall, Knox grabs him and throws him into the back of the hearse. Knox grabs the door of the hearse and slams it shut. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and…. NNNEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!! MATT “THE RAVEN” KNOOOOXXXX!!!
*Matt Knox falls to his knees clutching his shoulder as Ref Mullet rushes the International Championship over and lays it over Knox’s uninjured shoulder. Knox pulls the championship from his shoulder and stares at it. *
Markson: IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!! PETER VAUGHN HAS LOST! THE CABAL GOES ZERO AND FOUR ON THE NIGHT!!! THE CABAL IS DEAD!!!
Napier: NO! NO! I… THIS… DAMNIT!!!
*Napier throws his headset down as pyro begins going off around the arena. Larry Tact, Light Out, Maxwell Mason Stone, Zolton, and a slew of enhancement talent come out clapping and cheering for Matt Knox. Larry Tact and Zolton lift Knox up onto their shoulders. Knox is beside himself with emotion as the crowd is standing and applauding. Knox holds the championship above his head as the scene fades to the opening video package for Friday Night Fury. *
*As the video fades instead of going to a live crowd, the song “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble’ begins to play. *
*Clips from Winter Wrestleland begin to air. First, we see Xavie Lux hitting hit The Cure: DVD off the top turnbuckle to Zybala. The impact shakes the screen to a shot of Andrea Hernandez hitting her Rise Of The Phoneix splash on Leah. As The Ref drops to make the count the scene transitions to Larry Tact hitting the “Star Power” Release Powerbomb into Backstabber onto EL D. As El D’s body flies into the air from the impact the shot cuts to Terry Marshall blasting Alexander Marshall 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!
*The scene fades from Page to Maxwell Mason Stone lifting JMont for "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]). MMS takes a few steps forward and slams JMont down onto the hood of a 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. As JMont is splashed the scene cuts to JTW hitting a spear on Alessia Angelo taking her to the mat. This cuts to Knox throwing Vaughn up over his head and delivering Into The Void (GTS) to Vaughn.
Before Vaughn can fall, Knox grabs him and throws him into the back of the hearse. Knox grabs the door of the hearse and slams it shut. As the door slams shut the scene goes to darkness and as the music fades we open up to the TPW studios where we see Mark Markson and an irate Nick Napier sitting in some directors' chairs in front of a control center. *
Napier: WHAT A HATCHET JOB! WHOEVER MADE THAT VIDEO SHOULD BE FIRED!!!
Markson: I think it was your step-son. Isn’t he interning in the production department?
Napier: My step-son is an idiot, but he would would never do such a terrible job.
*Markson flips through a stack of papers he has in his hands. *
Markson: Huh, says here that video was produced by Jackson Napier.
Napier: STOP IT!
*Nick smacks the papers out of Markson’s hand to the floor. Markson only chuckles at Napier’s outburst. *
Markson: Well, I can tell that someone still isn’t over Winter Wrestleland and the Cabal going zero and four.
Napier: Don’t we have a JMont opening segment to get to?
Markson: Of course we do, the opening segment is part of JMont’s contract.
Napier: I’m sure he has a rematch clause in that contract too.
Markson: Well you know Terry Marshall didn’t like to put rematch clauses in contracts.
Napier: Well Terry Marshall is an idiot, and he didn’t sign JMon’t contract, ALEXANDER MARSHALL DID!!!
Markson: Well, we know how Alexander Marshall likes to just steal from his brother, and claim he did everything. So, time will tell if and or when JMont gets a rematch at the American Championship. But, one has to assume he has to have vengeance for Junko on his mind. So, let’s get to our opening segment to see what JMont has to say.
*The scene cuts to the parking lot of TPW’S studio in Huntington,WV, which is the place to be tonight. And you may ask why? Well, it’s quite obvious. This is one of the biggest award shows in the industry and all the camera’s, reporters, and paparazzi are out back, awaiting the arrival of all the talent.*
Napier: I should win the award for best color commentator!
Markson: I am hoping that the first order of business in 2024, is that TPW management fires your ass!
*Inside the studio is getting heated, but it looks as if business is about to pick up. Pulling up, you can see a Roll Back Tow Truck pulling in, but it's not alone. On the back of the rollback is none other than a Police car. If this isn't Bobby and Ron from Lizard Lick Towing, then who is it? It’s not Froylan from Operation Repo either. And, it’s definitely not J Money from South Beach Tow. As the Rollback comes to a complete halt, you hear the loud sound of the brakes depressing. As the rollback turns off, everyone is in anticipation because the windows are too dark to see who it is.*
*The driver's door swings open, and it looks as if either this fellow TPW superstar has a new job, or is here to handle some business.*
Napier: The REAL American Champion is here!
Markson: I don't see Maxwell Stone anywhere!
Napier: I wonder how much money Maxwell paid JUNKO?
Markson: Just deal with it. J Mont lost his American Title!
*J Mont has arrived but with the expression on his face, this is not a good thing for anyone. The cameras are getting in his face. The reporters are trying to get his attention with questions.*
Reporter 1: Joe, we all know what happened at Winter Wrestleland. How do you feel about the return of Junko?
*J Mont turns towards the reporter and looks him dead in the eye. And without any hesitation……*
JKO!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The reporter is down and out. Everyone is in complete shock and this was caught live. The cameras are still rolling and the paparazzi are loving every minute of this. All J Mont wants to do is get inside the studio, but once again, is stopped by another reporter. *
Reporter 2: Hey Joe, do you feel like Maxwell Mason Stone finally has your number and surpassed you in the industry?
*J Mont cracks his knuckles and is starting to get irritated with all these dumb ass questions. And you know what’s about to happen.……*
JKO!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The reporter is down and out, just like the other one. Is everyone here going to learn their lesson and just let J Mont get into the studio? Of course not because another reporter just yelled at J Mont.*
Reporter 3: Yeah, I yelled at you. You just took out 2 reporters, but you didn't get the job done with Junko it looks like. And Maxwell Mason Stone took your American Title. You might be 2 and 0 versus the reporters right now, but you have a losing record when it comes to Junko and Maxwell. Do you think it’s time that TPW management books you against the Janitor or John Blade to help you get back on track?
*J Mont walks right up to the reporter and gets nose to nose with him. Not a word said, but the look in J Mont’s eyes says it all. The reporter looks as if he just Poop his pants. J Mont takes a step away from the reporter and.……*
JKO!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The reporter is down like the other 2. J Mont has 3 JKO’s in the first inning. At this rate, he is going to have a perfect complete game. The rest of the reporters are a little hesitant to get close to J Mont after what has happened to their colleagues, but that hasn't stopped this brave paparazzi guy from making his move.*
Paparazzi Guy: Hey Joe, you knocked him down, why don’t you try knocking me down now.
*J Mont really doesn't want to turn around after that smart ass Rocky comment, but the mood he is in right now, he could take out Clubber Lang, Ivan Drago, Apollo Creed and Rocky Balboa, all at the same time. Without further a due, let the party begin. J Mont turns around faster than a NASA X 43 jet and runs towards the Paparazzi Guy and………..*
SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!
*The Paparazzi guy is down and J Mont has lost his mind now. One by One, all the reporters that are left with the cameramen and other paparazzi are feeling the effects of J Mont.*
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
JKO!!!!!!!!!
*There are bodies everywhere. You would think there was just a drive by shoot out. J Mont is standing tall, taking out everyone in sight. Finally, with some peace and quiet, J Mont can make his way towards the studio. And right before opening the door to enter the building to get to the studio, he hears a sound. As he turns around, he sees one last Cameraman, standing there with a OH Poop look on his face. J Mont takes one step towards the guy but before he takes another one, the cameraman throws his camera to the ground. And right after doing that, he goes to run away, but not paying attention, he runs face first into the Rollback Tow Truck. J Mont just shakes his head as he finally enters the building.*
Napier: YES! J Mont is on his way!
Markson: Where is security? I do not feel safe at this present moment.
*As J Mont makes his way through the building with some left and right turns, he finally sees the studio for TPW. And of course, they must feel safe, because here is no security at the door. As J Mont turns the handle of the door to enter, you can see the look on Markson’s face of fear. Napier on the other hand, is all smiles. The door swings open and J Mont enters the studio.*
Napier: The Champ is here!
*J Mont walks right up to Napier and……………….*
SHAKES HIS HAND!
*J Mont then looks over to Markson and………….*
GIVES HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER!
*J Mont looks around the studio for a moment. He is looking like a loose cannon right now. He grabs the mic that Markson was using and throws it 100 miles per hour off the wall, as it shatters into a thousand pieces. J Mont grabs Napier’s mic next and walks towards the door. As he looks at both men, J Mont does a mic drop.*
*J Mont leaves the studio just like. No words. No comments. Leaving everyone to wonder what is really on his mind at this current moment.*
Napier: Rest in Peace Junko and Maxwell. This version of J Mont is not one you want to have to deal with.
Markson: That microphone is not coming out of my paycheck.
Napier: Reporters down. Paparazzi down. Cameramen down. And the microphones down. Next to be put down is Junko and Maxwell.
Markson: Next to go down is J Mont, when he gets fined and suspended for his actions here tonight.
*The scene fades back from the commercial break to Markson and Napier in the control room. *
Napier: Why are we having a commercial for WGWF when we are about to go to war with them on February 16th?
Markson: You are right Nick, on February 16th we will be going to WAR with WGWF in a special event being dubbed, "Uncivil War". Tickets are already almost sold out for this event that will take plave at AT&T Stadium.
Napier: I get your plug, but why are we showing their commercials for crying out loud?
Markson: Advertising contracts, that is why. Now, let's see that graphic for Uncivil War.
Napier: I can't wait to see the look on Chris Page's stupid face when Thunder Pro wipes the floor with WGWF.
Markson: Kind of like how Thunder Pro wiped the floor with The Cabal?
Napier: Just shut up and announce our first award.
Markson: I'll gladly announce the first award, which is for the Most Shocking Moment of the Year. Now, 2023 was a year filled with shocking moments. One of them being the runner up when El Diablo Blanco sent shockwaves through the wrestling world, but none or more shocking then this.
*The Scene fades to a match clip.*
*Cy Riddle charges with a big punt kick of his own, but JMont shoves himself up out of the way. Riddle spins around as he goes through and turns right into a JKO attempt, but Riddle stops short and shoves JMont into the turnbuckles. JMont hits chest first and staggers back out into a Daydreamer from Riddle, but JMont quickly turns and catches the charging Riddle with a snap power slam.
JMont is watching Riddle as Riddle begins to get up in the corner. As Riddle pulls himself to his feet JMont moves in for a JKO again, but as he goes for it RIddle catches him with In Noctem (Katahajime (Tazmission). JMont begins to freak out as Riddle has it locked in right and is quickly choking him out. In a last-ditch effort, JMont charges forward and dives over the top rope. As JMont goes over he grabs the top rope and crushes Riddles back between his body and the edge of the apron. JMont pulls himself up onto the apron as Riddle falls to the floor. *
ELIMINATION #28 - CYRUS RIDDLE
Napier: YES! JMONT IS GOING TO DO IT!
*JMont pulls himself up with the ropes and looks down at Cyrus Riddle laying on the ground. JMont smirks, and raises his hands in victory. JMont turns around to see Ava flying at him with a jumping elbow strike. JMont catches Ava and drops her on the apron with a JKO (rko). Ava lays flat on her face as JMont pulls himself up.
JMont bends down, and grabs Ava by the hair with both hands, and tries to roll her off the apron, but she has a leg hooked around the ropes. JMont drops her head and grabs her leg and struggles to untangle it from the rope. As JMont gets Ava’s leg untangled, she comes up with a low blow.
JMont falls to his knees on the apron holding his crotch. Ava pushes herself up, and backs up to the turnbuckle. Ava shakes the cobwebs free from her head and collects her self. She sees JMont on his knees on the apron and runs at him looking for a big kick to finish him off, As Ava charges JMont pops up going or another JKO. JMont catches Ava’s head, but she grabs the ropes with both arms holding herself up. JMont comes down hitting the edge of the apron and falls off the side to the ground. *
ELIMINATION #29 - JMont
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE BOHEMIAN BASH…. AVA ARTHUR!!!
Markson: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!?!?!
Napier: *stunned silence*
Markson: NO ONE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS! NO ONE BUT AVA ARTHUR THOUGHT SHE COULD WIN, AND SHE SHOWED HER TRUST INHERSLEF WAS WELL PLACED!!!! CONGRATULATIONS KID, YOU EARNED IT!!!
*Ava collapses to her knees in the middle of the ring, tears rolling down her cheeks in disbelief. Fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky above her, causing her to look up and smile. Ava pushes herself to her feet and raises her arms in the air as the shot focuses on her and slowly fades to a graphic for the "Most Shock Moment" award. *
JMont is watching Riddle as Riddle begins to get up in the corner. As Riddle pulls himself to his feet JMont moves in for a JKO again, but as he goes for it RIddle catches him with In Noctem (Katahajime (Tazmission). JMont begins to freak out as Riddle has it locked in right and is quickly choking him out. In a last-ditch effort, JMont charges forward and dives over the top rope. As JMont goes over he grabs the top rope and crushes Riddles back between his body and the edge of the apron. JMont pulls himself up onto the apron as Riddle falls to the floor. *
ELIMINATION #28 - CYRUS RIDDLE
Napier: YES! JMONT IS GOING TO DO IT!
*JMont pulls himself up with the ropes and looks down at Cyrus Riddle laying on the ground. JMont smirks, and raises his hands in victory. JMont turns around to see Ava flying at him with a jumping elbow strike. JMont catches Ava and drops her on the apron with a JKO (rko). Ava lays flat on her face as JMont pulls himself up.
JMont bends down, and grabs Ava by the hair with both hands, and tries to roll her off the apron, but she has a leg hooked around the ropes. JMont drops her head and grabs her leg and struggles to untangle it from the rope. As JMont gets Ava’s leg untangled, she comes up with a low blow.
JMont falls to his knees on the apron holding his crotch. Ava pushes herself up, and backs up to the turnbuckle. Ava shakes the cobwebs free from her head and collects her self. She sees JMont on his knees on the apron and runs at him looking for a big kick to finish him off, As Ava charges JMont pops up going or another JKO. JMont catches Ava’s head, but she grabs the ropes with both arms holding herself up. JMont comes down hitting the edge of the apron and falls off the side to the ground. *
ELIMINATION #29 - JMont
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE BOHEMIAN BASH…. AVA ARTHUR!!!
Markson: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!?!?!
Napier: *stunned silence*
Markson: NO ONE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS! NO ONE BUT AVA ARTHUR THOUGHT SHE COULD WIN, AND SHE SHOWED HER TRUST INHERSLEF WAS WELL PLACED!!!! CONGRATULATIONS KID, YOU EARNED IT!!!
*Ava collapses to her knees in the middle of the ring, tears rolling down her cheeks in disbelief. Fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky above her, causing her to look up and smile. Ava pushes herself to her feet and raises her arms in the air as the shot focuses on her and slowly fades to a graphic for the "Most Shock Moment" award. *
*The scene fades back to the control room. *
Napier: I still can't believe Ava Arthur pulled it off.
Markson: No one believed Ava Arthur could win the Bohemian Bash, except for Ava Arthur. She shocked the world, and has continued to prove herself over and over again since winning the Bohemian Bash. And speaking of the Bohemian Bash match, this is actually the perfect time to announce our second award of the night. The award for match of the year.
*The screen fades to the graphic for the "Match of the Year" award. *
*The scene fades back to the control room where Napier is shaking his head. *
Napier: Yeah, Ava may have shocked the world and won the match of the year, but she is still being dragged down by that anchor of a tag partner.
Markson: Nick, you are the only person who doubt Alessia Angelo's abilities.
Napier: Oh yeah? Which member of Lights Out got pinned to lose the Duos titles?
Markson: Stop stirring the pot Nick.
Napier: But that's my job.
Markson: Speaking of jobs, I know a man who is looking for a full time job as someones tag team partner. Let's go to the pre-recorded segment right now.
*You could sense the difference in the halls backstage compared to others but this was a different show. It was the Year End Awards and there would be no matches so not everyone was due to appear.
As the camera passes, a door to the right of the hallway opens up. You immediately hear two people arguing in conversation. *
Elm: I don't know what else to tell you! You're not Cashe’s Tag Partner..
*First Elm steps out into the hallway. His eyes notice the camera but they move back to rhe doorway as Jimmy ‘The’ King, dressed in a much fancier version of his Royal Garb joins Elm. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: You're mistaken baby! He announced his entry and I came out, everyone saw it! We will make them ALL bow!
Elm: I promise you that's not happening! He wouldn't even consider me and he likes me.. I think..
*Putting a hand on Elm’s shoulder, Jimmy wasn't about to comfort Elm on his concerns of being liked. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: I dunno baby boy.. That seemed very official to me! You sure he said I wasn't his partner? He told you that?
Elm: Yes, he was kind of pissed actually. Your music drowned out everything he was saying so nobody heard any of it but the beginning and end.
*Sighing. The King named King seemed disappointed. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Fine! That's just fine baby! Let's do it!
Elm: Do what?!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: The Sexy Cup! You and me! We can beat em all, baby!
*There was a clap of excitement at his own idea. One that Elm didn't share with him as he turned and gave the camera a direct and long blank stare. *
Elm: It's called the S.E.X. Cup, spell it out.
Jimmy ‘The’ King: But WE will make it Sexy! Think about it, we can beat them all! Including your trainer and whatever loser he picks that ISN'T me!
Elm: I’m all for finally getting a match and if it HAS to be in the Tag Division to get it? So be it..
*On the same plan with a plan, the two were headed to find someone who could add their names the to lineup but Elm found a bump in the road about their plan. He stops, putting the back of his hand to Jimmy’s chest to stop him as well. *
Elm: What about Peter Vaughn? Or Knox and the International Championship? You said you wanted that path as your plan.. To make everyone kneel to your rule and the yadda yadda you went on a whole monologue about!
*From the first name mentioned by Elm, Jimmy ‘The’ King was nodding. You could see that he recalled saying everything that had been said a few weeks back. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Peter Fawn, Matty Knocks, I will smite and slay all of my enemies! All of those who oppose me shall suffer the dire and dark consequences of their actions!
Elm: Let's not get a head of ourselves..
Jimmy ‘The’ King: I am prepared to let you help me with my ascension to the Throne! Matter of fact.. I have a Quest for you!
Elm: A quest? You can't be serious..
*Hand thrown into the space above his head like he pulled the cord to turn on a lightbulb. The King named King announced his question for young Elm. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: I want the head of Joey Minotaur!
Elm: Who?!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: You know! My Foe they call Joe!
Elm: I have no idea who you are referring to.. Wait, you mean JMont?!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Huzzah! I did not want to speak his filthy name!
*Shaking his head at the delusion that Jimmy was showcasing. Elm just felt stuck in a bad situation and almost felt sorry for the guy. Jimmy, not anyone he mentioned, Elm knew what everyone else in the world OTHER than Jimmy knew. He couldn't sniff the toilet fumes of whoever sat on the ‘Throne’ regardless of who’s name sat there. *
Elm: Are we going to Tag or not? This name chasing is your plan, not mi–
*A loud rumble of scattered footfalls and giggling chatter filled the hallway to where both Elm and Jimmy turned to see what was coming. It was a fangirl group of females moving together as one as they raided the hallways of TPW Year End Awards. The cloud of gossips and giggles slows as they approach Jimmy and Elm. One of the girls steps out from the group and smiles. *
Fangirl: Excuse me? Could you tell us where John Blade is? We heard he is backstage tonight!
*The gathering of JB Groupies behind her all shrieked in a squealing cheer just hearing his name. A few cluttered comments like:
“He’s the best ever!”
or
“John Blade is the G-BOAT!”
It was like hearing the random crowd signs at the start of the shows. Elm was laughing but Jimmy ‘The’ King looked furious! *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Now listen here you no good hussies!
Elm: Whoa!
*Shoving into the King named King, Elm pushes him to the side of the hallway. Turning back to the girls, Elm looks to extend his apologies. *
Elm: I apologize for him, he’s in another time period apparently. I haven't seen John Blade but if I do, I’ll let him know. Maybe trying catering?
Fangirl: Kthxbyyyyye!!
*The giggling crowd of gossip carries on and disappears from the scene. *
Elm: What are you doing man? Those were just some fans!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: There will BE no Tag Team! There will be NO Sexy Cup or Games of Thrones and battles of wits with the Lesser Names that hold the top of the Rankings! None of that matters!
Elm: Oh, you’re really mad right now!
*Giving the realization a laugh. Elm thought it was funny but Jimmy ‘The’ King? He did not. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: We go to war! This.. Johnathan Blade wants to be the Greatest Best of All Time? I will show him!
Elm: Ha! That's what G-Boat stands for? Pretty funny!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Yes, laugh! Ha Ha! Laugh as we stand over his defeat! As he BEGS me to remove the foot from his throat and his glory, his fame, his status.. Becomes MINE!
*Shaking his head just watching this Royal fool. Elm scoffs before responding to yet another rambling. *
Elm: You have lost all the wifi connection to your upstairs, haven't you? You versus John Blade though? That could be interesting..
*Grabbing Elm with both hands at the outside of his shoulders, the King named King was back to being excited. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Come! Winter is here and we must prepare for War!!
*Taking off in a quick shifting pace, Jimmy was headed back to their locker room. Elm’s head dropped as he knew this was about to be even MORE ranting of pure gibberish as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
As the camera passes, a door to the right of the hallway opens up. You immediately hear two people arguing in conversation. *
Elm: I don't know what else to tell you! You're not Cashe’s Tag Partner..
*First Elm steps out into the hallway. His eyes notice the camera but they move back to rhe doorway as Jimmy ‘The’ King, dressed in a much fancier version of his Royal Garb joins Elm. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: You're mistaken baby! He announced his entry and I came out, everyone saw it! We will make them ALL bow!
Elm: I promise you that's not happening! He wouldn't even consider me and he likes me.. I think..
*Putting a hand on Elm’s shoulder, Jimmy wasn't about to comfort Elm on his concerns of being liked. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: I dunno baby boy.. That seemed very official to me! You sure he said I wasn't his partner? He told you that?
Elm: Yes, he was kind of pissed actually. Your music drowned out everything he was saying so nobody heard any of it but the beginning and end.
*Sighing. The King named King seemed disappointed. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Fine! That's just fine baby! Let's do it!
Elm: Do what?!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: The Sexy Cup! You and me! We can beat em all, baby!
*There was a clap of excitement at his own idea. One that Elm didn't share with him as he turned and gave the camera a direct and long blank stare. *
Elm: It's called the S.E.X. Cup, spell it out.
Jimmy ‘The’ King: But WE will make it Sexy! Think about it, we can beat them all! Including your trainer and whatever loser he picks that ISN'T me!
Elm: I’m all for finally getting a match and if it HAS to be in the Tag Division to get it? So be it..
*On the same plan with a plan, the two were headed to find someone who could add their names the to lineup but Elm found a bump in the road about their plan. He stops, putting the back of his hand to Jimmy’s chest to stop him as well. *
Elm: What about Peter Vaughn? Or Knox and the International Championship? You said you wanted that path as your plan.. To make everyone kneel to your rule and the yadda yadda you went on a whole monologue about!
*From the first name mentioned by Elm, Jimmy ‘The’ King was nodding. You could see that he recalled saying everything that had been said a few weeks back. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Peter Fawn, Matty Knocks, I will smite and slay all of my enemies! All of those who oppose me shall suffer the dire and dark consequences of their actions!
Elm: Let's not get a head of ourselves..
Jimmy ‘The’ King: I am prepared to let you help me with my ascension to the Throne! Matter of fact.. I have a Quest for you!
Elm: A quest? You can't be serious..
*Hand thrown into the space above his head like he pulled the cord to turn on a lightbulb. The King named King announced his question for young Elm. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: I want the head of Joey Minotaur!
Elm: Who?!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: You know! My Foe they call Joe!
Elm: I have no idea who you are referring to.. Wait, you mean JMont?!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Huzzah! I did not want to speak his filthy name!
*Shaking his head at the delusion that Jimmy was showcasing. Elm just felt stuck in a bad situation and almost felt sorry for the guy. Jimmy, not anyone he mentioned, Elm knew what everyone else in the world OTHER than Jimmy knew. He couldn't sniff the toilet fumes of whoever sat on the ‘Throne’ regardless of who’s name sat there. *
Elm: Are we going to Tag or not? This name chasing is your plan, not mi–
*A loud rumble of scattered footfalls and giggling chatter filled the hallway to where both Elm and Jimmy turned to see what was coming. It was a fangirl group of females moving together as one as they raided the hallways of TPW Year End Awards. The cloud of gossips and giggles slows as they approach Jimmy and Elm. One of the girls steps out from the group and smiles. *
Fangirl: Excuse me? Could you tell us where John Blade is? We heard he is backstage tonight!
*The gathering of JB Groupies behind her all shrieked in a squealing cheer just hearing his name. A few cluttered comments like:
“He’s the best ever!”
or
“John Blade is the G-BOAT!”
It was like hearing the random crowd signs at the start of the shows. Elm was laughing but Jimmy ‘The’ King looked furious! *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Now listen here you no good hussies!
Elm: Whoa!
*Shoving into the King named King, Elm pushes him to the side of the hallway. Turning back to the girls, Elm looks to extend his apologies. *
Elm: I apologize for him, he’s in another time period apparently. I haven't seen John Blade but if I do, I’ll let him know. Maybe trying catering?
Fangirl: Kthxbyyyyye!!
*The giggling crowd of gossip carries on and disappears from the scene. *
Elm: What are you doing man? Those were just some fans!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: There will BE no Tag Team! There will be NO Sexy Cup or Games of Thrones and battles of wits with the Lesser Names that hold the top of the Rankings! None of that matters!
Elm: Oh, you’re really mad right now!
*Giving the realization a laugh. Elm thought it was funny but Jimmy ‘The’ King? He did not. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: We go to war! This.. Johnathan Blade wants to be the Greatest Best of All Time? I will show him!
Elm: Ha! That's what G-Boat stands for? Pretty funny!
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Yes, laugh! Ha Ha! Laugh as we stand over his defeat! As he BEGS me to remove the foot from his throat and his glory, his fame, his status.. Becomes MINE!
*Shaking his head just watching this Royal fool. Elm scoffs before responding to yet another rambling. *
Elm: You have lost all the wifi connection to your upstairs, haven't you? You versus John Blade though? That could be interesting..
*Grabbing Elm with both hands at the outside of his shoulders, the King named King was back to being excited. *
Jimmy ‘The’ King: Come! Winter is here and we must prepare for War!!
*Taking off in a quick shifting pace, Jimmy was headed back to their locker room. Elm’s head dropped as he knew this was about to be even MORE ranting of pure gibberish as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The scene returns from commercial break to the TPW studio, capturing Leah Aguero center stage, her demeanor exuding a poised yet resolute aura. Meanwhile, El Diablo Blanco is seated beside her, rocking a Frito Lays sponsored Soccer Jersey.*
Leah Aguero: I’m not one to not call it as it is. Winter Wasteland wasn't in our favor, D-Man. Andrea Hernandez, hats off to your win. You brought your A game and you walked away with that Prestige Title still around your waist. But tonight, it's not about dwelling on losses; it's about our next move. Wouldn’t you say, D?
*El Diablo Blanco nods, donning a confident smile, his eyes reflecting a readiness for the challenge.*
El Diablo Blanco: Sister, you couldn’t be more right. The Tact-Man may have evened out our series but I’m not gonna get me down.
Leah Aguero: El D, we faced the bitter end at Winter Wasteland but I'm here to talk about resurgence; our resurgence. The 2024 S.E.X. Cup is knocking on our door and I had myself an idea. What better way to show that The Cabal is far from weakened by capturing the cup. Let's rewrite the script, together.
*El Diablo Blanco, again nods emphatically, showing his eagerness to seize the opportunity.*
El Diablo Blanco: You’re talkin the talk and I’m walkin the walk, Sister.
Leah Aguero: In the ring, we could be a true powerhouse. The Cabal's gonna echo louder than ever, D-Man. We'll make 'em remember. Boy ever will we make them remember.
*El Diablo Blanco nods, gesturing agreement with Leah's vision.*
Leah Aguero: But there's a glitch, El D. That quirky lizard sidekick? Time to drop the baggage. You've got the talent, but the sideshow's holding you back.
*El Diablo Blanco's expression turns serious, not expecting those words coming out of Leah’s mouth.*
Leah Aguero: I've walked those roads, D. Learned the hard way. Sometimes, it's about taking that solo stance, watching your own back. I know he is actually a friend from back in the day but it’s time to cut ties of those holding you back. You got a fire inside of you to take it to the next level and I can guide you there.
*Leah's determination shines, her eyes locking with El Diablo Blanco's, offering guidance and a pact for the journey ahead.*
Leah Aguero: Together, we will redefine domination. The S.E.X. Cup is our stage to show every last of ‘em out there that the Cabal's fire.
*El Diablo Blanco, slightly torn, can't help but be amped up by Leah.*
El Diablo Blanco: I’m not so keen on dropping Heloderma, Sister, but I do like your moxie. I will take your advice under advisement. No promises but we will be rocking this S.E.X. Cup like a hurricane. To the TP-Dub I just got one question. Whatcha Gonna Do, Brothers, when Sister Leah and the D-Man Runs Wild On You?!
*The scene fades as Leah and El Diablo Blanco exchange nods, signaling a new pact and a vow to conquer the upcoming tournament. *
*The scene reopens inside the dressing room of Pan, who is present with his trainee/boyfriend Luis. They seem to be talking about something when there is a knock at the door. *
Pan: Come in! We’re decent!
*A member of the ring crew sticks his head in tentatively. "Hey, Mr. Marshall wants to talk to you."
Pan’s features light up. *
Pan: When?!
*”Like, right now”, The crew member responds impatiently, before ducking his head back out the door. Pan turns to Luis, who quickly grabs Pan up in a hug. *
Luis: This has got to be something good!
Pan: I sure hope so. Will you come with me?
Luis: Of course!
*With that, the duo leave the locker room and venture out into the hall, and before long they arrive at an open door. And within that open door is the boss man himself, sitting atop his desk and speaking with a producer. He notices Pan and waves him in.*
Alexander Marshall: Come in, kid. But let’s make it snappy, the night’s still young and I got a ton more announcements to make.
*Pan skitters into the room with Luis just behind him. *
Pan: What can I help you with, sir?
Alexander Marshall: Well, you can help me by making me a fat pile of cash for starters. Look kid, don’t think I haven’t noticed you. You’re good. Maybe even future main eventer good. And the crowd seems to be behind you. Now, I know we had a discussion before Winter Wrestleland…
*”We did!” Pan interrupts excitedly. *
Alexander Marshall: …and despite what my brother may try to say about me, I’m a man of my word. You won your match against Jake Keeton, so you are officially getting a shot at the Prestige Championship.
*Pan turns to Luis and hugs him excitedly. Then, looking sheepish, Pan turns back to the boss. *
Pan: I’m sorry sir, don’t want to leave you out. Do you want a hug too?
*Marshall scrunches up his features in a look that’s not quite disgust but close.*
Alexander Marshall: No, I’ll pass. In fact, don’t get too up in the clouds. I have a bone to pick with you too.
*Pan’s features drop. *
Pan: Uh oh…
Alexander Marshall: You told me last week you’d confirm your partner for the S.E.X. Cup. You still haven’t done that. Now if you don’t have a partner lined up I’m gonna pull you from contention…
Pan: No, no, no! You don’t have to do that, sir. In fact, I do have a partner. He puts an arm around his beau. Luis is going to be my partner!
*Luis looks dismayed. *
Luis: What?! Babe, I never agreed to that! I’m still not ready.
*Alexander looks between the two of them. *
Alexander Marshall: …well?
*Pan clasps Luis’ shoulders in his hands and looks him square in the eye. *
Pan: Luis, you ARE ready. I have complete faith in you.
*”I…I don’t know…”Luis stammers. *
Luis: I don’t think I have enough training.
Pan: The S.E.X. Cup is going to be the best kind of training there is.
Luis: But I don’t want to fail you.
Pan: You won’t fail me. You could never fail me. Look, even if we don’t win the thing, it won’t change how I feel about you. And I’ll still keep training you no matter what. Okay?
*Marshall sighs.*
Alexander Marshall: This is real cute and all, but I’m going to need confirmation, I got names to draw here kid. Luis?
*Luis looks uncertain, but ultimately nods his head. *
Luis: I’ll do it.
*Alexander claps his hands together. *
Alexander Marshall: Wonderful! Consider yourselves booked. And you might want to stick around and pay attention, because I’m going to announce your first round opponents later tonight.
*He hops off the desk and moves closer to Pan. *
Alexander Marshall: First the Prestige Championship, and then the S.E.X. Cup. The opportunities are rolling in for you, Pan. Don’t disappoint me.
Pan: I won’t, sir. I promise!
Alexander Marshall: We shall see! Now if you’ll excuse me…
Pan: Oh, right!
*Pan waves goodbye to Alexander and Luis follows Pan out of the room. Once in the hall they both share a comedic squeal of excitement.
‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Pan hops in place, repeating the mantra. *
Luis: You got this babe. He pauses. I on the other hand feel like I’m going to throw up.
*Pan puts his hand on Luis's shoulder reassuring him as the scene fades back inside of Alexander Marshall's office, where he now sits talking on his phone. *
Pan: Come in! We’re decent!
*A member of the ring crew sticks his head in tentatively. "Hey, Mr. Marshall wants to talk to you."
Pan’s features light up. *
Pan: When?!
*”Like, right now”, The crew member responds impatiently, before ducking his head back out the door. Pan turns to Luis, who quickly grabs Pan up in a hug. *
Luis: This has got to be something good!
Pan: I sure hope so. Will you come with me?
Luis: Of course!
*With that, the duo leave the locker room and venture out into the hall, and before long they arrive at an open door. And within that open door is the boss man himself, sitting atop his desk and speaking with a producer. He notices Pan and waves him in.*
Alexander Marshall: Come in, kid. But let’s make it snappy, the night’s still young and I got a ton more announcements to make.
*Pan skitters into the room with Luis just behind him. *
Pan: What can I help you with, sir?
Alexander Marshall: Well, you can help me by making me a fat pile of cash for starters. Look kid, don’t think I haven’t noticed you. You’re good. Maybe even future main eventer good. And the crowd seems to be behind you. Now, I know we had a discussion before Winter Wrestleland…
*”We did!” Pan interrupts excitedly. *
Alexander Marshall: …and despite what my brother may try to say about me, I’m a man of my word. You won your match against Jake Keeton, so you are officially getting a shot at the Prestige Championship.
*Pan turns to Luis and hugs him excitedly. Then, looking sheepish, Pan turns back to the boss. *
Pan: I’m sorry sir, don’t want to leave you out. Do you want a hug too?
*Marshall scrunches up his features in a look that’s not quite disgust but close.*
Alexander Marshall: No, I’ll pass. In fact, don’t get too up in the clouds. I have a bone to pick with you too.
*Pan’s features drop. *
Pan: Uh oh…
Alexander Marshall: You told me last week you’d confirm your partner for the S.E.X. Cup. You still haven’t done that. Now if you don’t have a partner lined up I’m gonna pull you from contention…
Pan: No, no, no! You don’t have to do that, sir. In fact, I do have a partner. He puts an arm around his beau. Luis is going to be my partner!
*Luis looks dismayed. *
Luis: What?! Babe, I never agreed to that! I’m still not ready.
*Alexander looks between the two of them. *
Alexander Marshall: …well?
*Pan clasps Luis’ shoulders in his hands and looks him square in the eye. *
Pan: Luis, you ARE ready. I have complete faith in you.
*”I…I don’t know…”Luis stammers. *
Luis: I don’t think I have enough training.
Pan: The S.E.X. Cup is going to be the best kind of training there is.
Luis: But I don’t want to fail you.
Pan: You won’t fail me. You could never fail me. Look, even if we don’t win the thing, it won’t change how I feel about you. And I’ll still keep training you no matter what. Okay?
*Marshall sighs.*
Alexander Marshall: This is real cute and all, but I’m going to need confirmation, I got names to draw here kid. Luis?
*Luis looks uncertain, but ultimately nods his head. *
Luis: I’ll do it.
*Alexander claps his hands together. *
Alexander Marshall: Wonderful! Consider yourselves booked. And you might want to stick around and pay attention, because I’m going to announce your first round opponents later tonight.
*He hops off the desk and moves closer to Pan. *
Alexander Marshall: First the Prestige Championship, and then the S.E.X. Cup. The opportunities are rolling in for you, Pan. Don’t disappoint me.
Pan: I won’t, sir. I promise!
Alexander Marshall: We shall see! Now if you’ll excuse me…
Pan: Oh, right!
*Pan waves goodbye to Alexander and Luis follows Pan out of the room. Once in the hall they both share a comedic squeal of excitement.
‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Pan hops in place, repeating the mantra. *
Luis: You got this babe. He pauses. I on the other hand feel like I’m going to throw up.
*Pan puts his hand on Luis's shoulder reassuring him as the scene fades back inside of Alexander Marshall's office, where he now sits talking on his phone. *
Alexander Marshall: Trust me Pete. I... I.... Yeah, I know I said that before and you... Okay. Okay. OKAY!
*Alexander sighs as he slumps back in his chair and punches the bridge of his nose. *
Alexander Marshall: I know Peter, and I'm sorry. Trust me, The Cabal is no long an issue. I've got a bigger, master plan that I've worked on non-stop since Winter Wrestleland, and next Fury is when it starts. You won't be disappointed. And, as for your title rematch, well you're getting that on the biggest night of the Denzel Porter Invatational.
*Alexander smiles as he sits up in his chair and moves his hand from his nose to the desk. *
Alexander Marshall: You won't regret this Pete. We took Thunder Pro, next we take out WGWF, and then the world.
*Alexander Marshall begins to laugh as the scene fades from him to Markson and Napier at the control room. *
Markson: Hmm, I wonder what that was all about.
Napier: It's none of your business Mark.
Markson: Alexander hasn't clued you in, has he Nick?
Napier: Shut up. Don't we have an award to get to.
Markson: Yes, indeed we do. Actually, we have three of them as the next three awards are all related. That is because our fued of the year took place between our face of the year award winner, and our heel of the year award winner.
Napier: SPOILER ALERT!
Markson: Are you sure about that?
Napier: Yes, I'm sure all these Thunderamorons voted for Matt Knox and Peter Vaughn for fued of the year, with Knox being the face of the year, and Vaughn being the the heel of the year. These Thunderamorons just hate Vaughn because he is so successful. They hate us cause they anus.
Markson: Well, you are just wrong on so many levels on this one Nick. For one, Matt Knox was not face of the year, or even the runner-up. Larry Tact was runner-up, finishing only one vote behind the winner. However in the end the fans spoke, and the face of the year was none other than...
Markson: Our heel of the year award was also hotly contested, I'll be it not as closely as the face of the year award. Peter Vaughn would be the runner-up for heel of the year, but was a distant second to this years Heel of the Year award winner....
Napier: Ah, if any many deserves the award for the most hated wrestler of the year, it certainly is JMont.
Markson: I'm not sure if that is a compliment or not.
Napier: It totally is. Who would want to be loved, or even liked by these Thunderamorons?
*Markson sighs and rolls his eyes. *
Markson: These two awards are probably a dead-giveaway for our Feud of the Year, which was absolutely no-contest in the voting. Receiving 100 PERCENT of the voted for Feud of the Year, the award goes to...
*The image of Feud Of The Year fades to a replay of "The Glass House" Match between Junko and JMont from "Night Of The Living Dead".*
Steve Cotton: The following contest is for the American Championship, and is a GLASS HOUSE MATCH!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Bronx, NY, and weighing in at 255lbs, he is a multi-time world champion, he is Twisted Thoughts, this is JMONT, JOE MONTOURIIIIIII!!!
*The crowd begins to boo as Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entranceway with a grin that all the fans can't stand is JMont. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT, THE CHAMPION! Hailing from Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan, and weighing in at 115lbs. She is the current, reigning, and defending American Champion, she is the girl who makes rain of blood, this is JUNKO SOUUUMMMMMMAAAAA!!!
*The crowd erupts with a huge ovation as “Battle Royale (Instrumental)” by Apashe begins to play over the PA. Junko begins running down the makeshift entranceway with the American championship in hand. Junko quickly climbs into the ring ready to fight, but Referee Villano 16 holds her back as the ring attendants set up the rest of the glass. *
Markson: This has got to be one of the most anticipated matches of the year in Thunder Pro.
Napier: It’s probably going to be as bloody as it is anticipated too. These two are ready to kill each other.
Markson: Well, thankfully for us, murder isn’t legal, even in a deathmatch.
*Referee Villano 16 stands between Junko and JMont and as the ringside attendant finishes securing the light tubes where the contestants entered the ring Ref Villano 16 calls for the bell. Junko and JMoont instantly charge at each other. As JMont goes to grab Junko, she drops and baseball slides between JMont’s legs, and pops to her feet. JMont turns and charges again, and Junko sidesteps, leaving just the light tube-covered ropes for JMont to run into.
JMont stops just inches from hitting the tubes. JMont turns to see Junko going for a dropkick, but JMont swats her away and Junko lands on the mat. JMont goes for a quick elbow drop, but Junko rolls out of the way and JMont hits the mat. With JMont down, Junko goes for a flipping leg drop but JMont rolls out of the way and Junkpo lands on her butt. JMont rolls up to his feet and goes for a kick to the face of Junko, but she drops to her back avoiding it. JMont stumbles forward from the momentum and Junko knips up. JMont spins around as does Junko and the two face off. *
Markson: Both contestants are a step ahead of the other's plans. I wonder if there will be a show of respect between these two.
Napier: A show of respect? Are you an idiot? These two jailbirds hate each other, I’m surprised one of them didn’t shive the other in catering.
*JMont steps forward and offers a handshake. Junko is hesitant and the crowd boos and screams “NO!”. Junko steps forward as if she is going to accept it. Then at the exact same time, she pulls her hand back and JMont pulls his back, and they flip each other off. The crowd roars and JMont goes for a right hook, but Junko ducks under it. JMont turns around and is met with forearm shots from Junko. She lands three hard forearms, and then turns to bounce off the ropes, but stops as she sees the light tubes.
Junko turns back around and as she does is booted in the stomach by JMont. JMont grabs Junko and whips her off into the tube-covered ropes, but Junko stops, by sliding and pops back up to her feet, just mere inches from the tubes. Junko turns to see JMont lunging wth a spear, and Junko leapfrogs, going over the top of JMont, and JMont goes crashing head first through a set of four light tubes and the middle and top rope. The loud pop of the tubes draws a huge cheer from the crowd. *
Markson: JMONT IS THE FIRST TO TASTE THE GLASS!!!
Napier: Get the front row some N-95 masks, those tubes have Mercury dust in them.
Markson: So, you do care about the Thundermaniacs.
Napier: NO! I care about them suing Alexander Marshall.
*JMont’s forehead is bleeding as he turns from the ropes back to the ring, but Junko shows no mercy, as JMont turns around he nails him in the chest with a dropkick to the face that drops him to the mat. Junko spins up and grabs a light tube pulling it free from the ropes. As JMont sits up Junko smashes it over his head. JMont falls back to the mat and rolls holding his head. JMont rolls to the corner but stops as he sees the pain of glass in the corner. JMont starts pushing himself up and turns to see Junko with another tube. JMont reaches over and pulls a tube from the ropes himself.
JMont grips his tube like a baseball bat, while Junko twirls hers around like a staff. JMont moves forward cautiously, as Junko moves in slowly as well, stopping her swirling and gripping the tube. JMont takes two quick steps forward swinging the tube overhead like a battle ax, but Junko puts her tube up blocking it. The impact snaps Junko’s tube in half and shatters JMont’s. Junko delivers a quick sidekick to JMont to double him over, Junko then cracks the two half tubes on either side of JMont’s head. *
Markson: OH MY! Vicious assault from Junko Souma with that tube.
Napier: It looks like those tubes sliced JMont’s ears open.
Markson: IT DID! JMONT IS BLEEDING FROM HIS EARS!!!
*JMont falls to his knees clutching at his ears, and Junko charges off the ropes where the tubes had been removed and comes back with a running hip attack to the face of JMont that knocks him to the mat. Junko moves to the corner grabs the pane of glass and puts it on top of JMont. Junko then moves back to the corner and begins climbing, but as she does JMont slides the pane of glass off of him and starts getting to his feet. Junko sees JMont getting to his feet and quickly leaps off with a diving crossbody.
The crossbody knocks JMont down, but he holds on and rolls backward. JMont comes to his knees and stands up holding Junko. JMont hoists Junko up onto his shoulder turns to a pane of glass in the corner and begins charging towards it. Junko slides off of JMont’s back though and shoves JMont forward toward the glass. JMont spreads his arms out as far as he can and catches the ropes right before crashing into the glass. JMont turns around and is met with a hip attack from Junkoo.
JMont catches Junko again though. JMont takes two steps forward, and then throws Junko backward overhead, giving her a release German Suplex through the pane of glass. The glass shatters with a thunderous sound, and the crowd gasps as Junko sinks into a heap in the corner.*
Markson: OH MY! That was absolutely brutal.
Napier: That was gross, I can’t believe people like to watch these kinds of matches.
Markson: The crowd is indeed blood thirsty tonight.
*JMont grabs Junko by the ankle pulls her out of the corner and makes a pin.
1…
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KICKOUT!
JMont yells at Ref Villano 16, who just holds up the dos sign. JMont grabs a light tube off of the ropes and as Junko begins to stir JMont slams the tube over her back. Junko comes up to her knees in pain as her back is bleeding profusely from the pane of glass already. JMont grabs Junko by the hair with his free hand and then begins digging the broken end of the tube into the forehead of Junko, slicing her open. *
Markson: Oh that is disgusting, JMont is carving up Junko like a Thanksgiving Turkey. This is just too much.
Napier: Too much? Junko just tried to Van Gogh JMont.
*JMont slices across the head of Junko and she falls to the mat holding her head that now has blood pouring from it. JMont grabs another lighttube from the ropes and pulls Junko to her knees. JMont shoves the tube into Junko’s mouth while pulling her to her feet. JMont then nails a hard European Uppercut slamming his elbow into Junko’s chin and busting the tube in her mouth.
Junko falls back into the corner without the pane of glass. JMont grabs another tube and comes to get her. JMont grabs Junko by the hair and pulls her up, as he pulls Junko to her feet she sprays the blood from her mouth into the eyes of JMont. JMont staggers back holding his eyes, trying to wipe them out. Junko charges at JMont, but JMont catches her with a snap powerslam onto the pane of glass that was laying on the mat. The glass shatters under Junko. JMont stays on top for the pin.*
1…
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: OH MY GAWD!!! GOOD GRIEF!!!
Napier: Junko Souma's back is going to be nothing but ground beef after that.
Markson: I can't believe she kicked out.
Napier: Kicked out? I can't believe she is still alive.
*JMont stands up pulling Junko up by her hair as he does. JMont throws Junko head first through the ropes, and light tubes attached to them. Junko’s head shatters through the glass as her body tumbles to the outside of the ring. JMont kicks the ropes clear and then steps to the outside himself. JMont pulls a fresh tube off the ropes, and then jumps off the apron and slams it across the bloody back of Junko.
JMont stands over Junko, looking at her seemingly lifeless body and then begins to laugh maniacally. JMont turns to the ring apron, pulls it up, and grabs a board with light bulbs mounted on it and pulls it out from under the ring, laying it in the ground. JMont grabs a cord that is connected to and moves to the commentary table where he shoves the table over a bit and plugs the cord in, illuminating the board. *
Markson: JMONT WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?! YOU DO DESERVE TO BE IN JAIL YOU SICK SON OF A…
Napier: Easy Mark, you're getting about as unhinged as JMont.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her into position for a powerbomb. The crowd is booing JMont like crazy, JMont responds by flipping the crowd the double bird. Suddenly, a half-full cup of Coke smacks JMont in the face. JMont laughs as he wipes the Cola and blood from his face.
JMont grabs Junko around the waist and begins to lift her, but Junko holds onto his leg. JMont slams two hard forearms across the bloody back of Junko, and then tries to lit her again, but once more Junko holds onto the leg for dear life. This time JMont digs his fingernails into the bottom of Junko’s back and rakes them up her mangled back, sending audible cries of pain from Junko as she collapses to the ground.
JMonr grabs Junko by her trunks and pulls her up. As JMont goes for the powerbomb this time though, Junko goes back to the leg, but instead of holding onto it, shoves a piece of the broken light tube into it. Junko jabs the shard end of the tube into the thigh of JMont and begins to twist it into his Quadriceps muscle. *
Markson: *GAGGING NOISE!*
Napier: * ALSO GAGGING NOISE!*
*JMont staggers back holding his leg. He looks down at the large shard of glass sticking out of his thigh, pulls it out, and throws it down. JMont then charges at Junko, but she catches JMont with a backbody drop, and JMont flips over her and lands on the lit-up board of bulbs. JMont starts shaking as sparks fly from the board *
Napier: PULL THE PLUG MARK!!!
*Markson pulls the plug from the power strip and JMont stops shaking but lays on the board. Junko is on all fours on the ground and crawls to JMont and lays on top of him, but Villano 16 says she has to pin him in the ring.
Junko pushes herself up, grabs JMont but the head, and tries dragging him. Junko barely gets JMont to his knees, revealing his now also mangled back that is bloody and burnt. Junko pulls as hard as she can and when she does, JMont shoves her off sending her back and slamming into the ring apron. Junko staggers forward holding her back when JMont jumps from his knees into a JKO (RKO) on the ground. JMont sits up arching his back in pain from the impact. *
Markson: JKO OUTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: YES! Now please make the pin and get this live-action snuff film over with.
*JMont staggers to his feet and grabs Junko, lifting her up and throwing her back into the ring. JMont hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes, not even bothering to clear the shards away this time. JMont drops on to Junko for a pin. *
1…
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: HOLY GUACAMOLE, JUNKO KICKED OUT!!!
Napier: WHY!?! Just eat the loss and end the suffering.
Markson: Junko isn’t built that way, she is built different.
*JMont can’t believe Junko kicked out as he stands up in pure shock. JMont grabs Villano 16 by the shirt and begins yelling at him. Villano tells JMont to release him or else. JMont nods his head and holds his hands up, then JKO OUTTA NOWHERE ON VILLANO 16!!! *
Markson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!
Napier: JMont is doing what JMont does, which is…. WHATEVER THE HELL HE WANTS!!!
*JMont stands up over Villano 16 and yells at the fallen referee. JMont then grabs a tube off of the ropes and prepares to smash it over the fallen referee, but as he does Junko comes charging from across the ring and nails JMont with a shotgun dropkick that sends JMont flying into the corner and shattering a pane of glass. JMont sinks into the corner as Junko pushes herself to her feet.
Junko grabs JMont by the feet and drags him to the middle of the ring. Junko goes to the ropes grabs both arms full of light tubes and lays them on top of JMont. Junko then moves to the corner and climbs to the top rope. The crowd comes alive as Junk stands on the top rope, right before coming off with Chocobo Sunrise (Moonsault) onto JMont and the tubes he is buried under. Junko stays on top for the pin. *
Napier: There is no referee you idiot.
Markson: Junko is in the zone and didn’t even realize that Villano 16 was out.
Napier: She just mutilated herself for no reason.
Markson: She did it for honor. WAIT! HERE COMES DIZZY DAN!!!
*Referee Dizzy Dan slides into the ring and makes the count. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: If she had got the pin right away, I think she would have got JMont there.
*Junko slowly rolls to her feet as JMont begins to sit up. Junko screams and charges into the ropes and comes back hitting a running hip attack on JMont dropping him back to the mat again. Junko looks to have lost it, as she screams again and grabs JMont by the head, and pulls him to his feet. Junko hooks JMont for the JNK Driver, but has lost too much blood and can’t get him up.
JMont slams a hard body shot into the cut-up stomach of Junko. JMont spins out, holding onto Junko’s arm, and pulls her in for a short-arm clothesline, but Junko ducks under it and grabs JMont in a waistlock. Junko spins JMont out and lands a Bloody Rainmaiker (ripcord lariat). JMont is rocked, and staggers back into the ropes which propel him back forward and as JMont staggers off the ropes Junko nails JMont with a JKO (rko). *
Markson: JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: Add theft to the list of charges that Junko Souma is facing.
*Junko makes the pin on JMont.
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KICKOUT!!!
Junko rolls right up, grabbing JMont by the head and pulling him up. Junko looks at the last pane of glass in the corner and tries to throw JMont headfirst into it, but JMont stops, planting his feet and shoving Junko toward it. Junko is able to stop and turns around to JMont going for a JKO. Junko pulls her head back and shoves JMont forward. JMont takes two steps forward, stops, and turns around to see Junko charging, this time JMontt sidesteps and sends Junko running chest first into the ropes and crashing into some of the last light tubes.
Junko staggers around holding her chest and stomach and JMont boots her in the stomach. JMont grabs Junko, lifts her up, and drops her down with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). JMont falls on top of her for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: JMONT AGAIN COMMITTING THEFT, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP JIUNKO DOWN!!!
Napier: Is Junko Souma a Highlander or something?
*JMont’s eyes almost bulge out of his head, as Dizzy Dan steps away from him while holding up the two. JMont rolls to the outside of the ring, where he shoves two fans out of their seat in the front row. *
Markson: COME ON JOE! KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF THE FANS!!!
Napier: JMont has snapped, he’s going too far.
*JMont throws the chairs in the ring, one of the fans jumps in front of JMont and starts yelling at him and JMont pie faces him to the ground. Another fan shoves JMont in the back, and JMont turns around and decks the fan, knocking him out with a single shot. Several members of the crowd begin to charge toward JMont when TPW security begins holding them back and shoving them back.
JMont slides into the ring, picking one of the chairs up and slamming it across the back of Junko who still lays on the mat. JMont then unfolds the two chairs, and grabs the last pane of glass, laying it across the seat of the chairs making a table out of the glass and chairs. *
Markson: JMont is one hundred percent going to be fined and suspended.
Napier: Fined and suspended? He’s going to be slapped with lawsuits and criminal charges.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her up to her feet. JMont bends down and lifts Junko on his shoulder and sets her up on the top turnbuckle. JMont begins climbing the ropes, getting to the middle rope and hooking Junko for a suplex, but Junko comes alive and fights back, throwing some shots to the body of JMont. JMont releases his hold and begins biting the forehead of Junko. Blood squirts from Junko’s head and around JMont’s mouth crawling “OOHS!” from the crowd. Junko responds by jamming her finger into the gaping hole in JMont’s thigh. JMont screams and begins grabbing at his leg.
Junko head butts JMont in the face, and then pushes herself to the top turnbuckle, looking for her J-POP Coaster (Sunset Flip Bomb), but JMont grabs her leg blocking her from climbing up his back. JMont reaches down, pulling a tube from the ropes and swinging it up, smashing it against the side of Junko’s head. Junko falls back, and as she does JMont steps up and grabs her head. JMont steps to the top rope, holding onto Junko’s head, and then leaps off delivering a JKO (RKO) from the top rope, and crashes down with Junko through the pain of glass.
Both contestants take a massive amount of damage from the moves, but JMont rolls over on top of Junko for a pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and… NNNNEEEEWWWWWW AMERICAN CHAMPION, JOE MONTOURRRRIIIII!!!!
Markson: And mercifully this one is over.
Napier: I’m not sure if this is the end of the war between JMont and Junko or not, but this was a hell of a battle to end what has been an insane rivalry.
*The crowd boos like crazy as Ref Dizzy Dan lays the American championship over the body of JMont. Dan raises JMon’t arm, but JMont doesn’t move as both he and Junko lay on the mat, too battered and exhausted to move. Medics rush into the ring and begins working on both Junko and JMont as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Bronx, NY, and weighing in at 255lbs, he is a multi-time world champion, he is Twisted Thoughts, this is JMONT, JOE MONTOURIIIIIII!!!
*The crowd begins to boo as Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entranceway with a grin that all the fans can't stand is JMont. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT, THE CHAMPION! Hailing from Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan, and weighing in at 115lbs. She is the current, reigning, and defending American Champion, she is the girl who makes rain of blood, this is JUNKO SOUUUMMMMMMAAAAA!!!
*The crowd erupts with a huge ovation as “Battle Royale (Instrumental)” by Apashe begins to play over the PA. Junko begins running down the makeshift entranceway with the American championship in hand. Junko quickly climbs into the ring ready to fight, but Referee Villano 16 holds her back as the ring attendants set up the rest of the glass. *
Markson: This has got to be one of the most anticipated matches of the year in Thunder Pro.
Napier: It’s probably going to be as bloody as it is anticipated too. These two are ready to kill each other.
Markson: Well, thankfully for us, murder isn’t legal, even in a deathmatch.
*Referee Villano 16 stands between Junko and JMont and as the ringside attendant finishes securing the light tubes where the contestants entered the ring Ref Villano 16 calls for the bell. Junko and JMoont instantly charge at each other. As JMont goes to grab Junko, she drops and baseball slides between JMont’s legs, and pops to her feet. JMont turns and charges again, and Junko sidesteps, leaving just the light tube-covered ropes for JMont to run into.
JMont stops just inches from hitting the tubes. JMont turns to see Junko going for a dropkick, but JMont swats her away and Junko lands on the mat. JMont goes for a quick elbow drop, but Junko rolls out of the way and JMont hits the mat. With JMont down, Junko goes for a flipping leg drop but JMont rolls out of the way and Junkpo lands on her butt. JMont rolls up to his feet and goes for a kick to the face of Junko, but she drops to her back avoiding it. JMont stumbles forward from the momentum and Junko knips up. JMont spins around as does Junko and the two face off. *
Markson: Both contestants are a step ahead of the other's plans. I wonder if there will be a show of respect between these two.
Napier: A show of respect? Are you an idiot? These two jailbirds hate each other, I’m surprised one of them didn’t shive the other in catering.
*JMont steps forward and offers a handshake. Junko is hesitant and the crowd boos and screams “NO!”. Junko steps forward as if she is going to accept it. Then at the exact same time, she pulls her hand back and JMont pulls his back, and they flip each other off. The crowd roars and JMont goes for a right hook, but Junko ducks under it. JMont turns around and is met with forearm shots from Junko. She lands three hard forearms, and then turns to bounce off the ropes, but stops as she sees the light tubes.
Junko turns back around and as she does is booted in the stomach by JMont. JMont grabs Junko and whips her off into the tube-covered ropes, but Junko stops, by sliding and pops back up to her feet, just mere inches from the tubes. Junko turns to see JMont lunging wth a spear, and Junko leapfrogs, going over the top of JMont, and JMont goes crashing head first through a set of four light tubes and the middle and top rope. The loud pop of the tubes draws a huge cheer from the crowd. *
Markson: JMONT IS THE FIRST TO TASTE THE GLASS!!!
Napier: Get the front row some N-95 masks, those tubes have Mercury dust in them.
Markson: So, you do care about the Thundermaniacs.
Napier: NO! I care about them suing Alexander Marshall.
*JMont’s forehead is bleeding as he turns from the ropes back to the ring, but Junko shows no mercy, as JMont turns around he nails him in the chest with a dropkick to the face that drops him to the mat. Junko spins up and grabs a light tube pulling it free from the ropes. As JMont sits up Junko smashes it over his head. JMont falls back to the mat and rolls holding his head. JMont rolls to the corner but stops as he sees the pain of glass in the corner. JMont starts pushing himself up and turns to see Junko with another tube. JMont reaches over and pulls a tube from the ropes himself.
JMont grips his tube like a baseball bat, while Junko twirls hers around like a staff. JMont moves forward cautiously, as Junko moves in slowly as well, stopping her swirling and gripping the tube. JMont takes two quick steps forward swinging the tube overhead like a battle ax, but Junko puts her tube up blocking it. The impact snaps Junko’s tube in half and shatters JMont’s. Junko delivers a quick sidekick to JMont to double him over, Junko then cracks the two half tubes on either side of JMont’s head. *
Markson: OH MY! Vicious assault from Junko Souma with that tube.
Napier: It looks like those tubes sliced JMont’s ears open.
Markson: IT DID! JMONT IS BLEEDING FROM HIS EARS!!!
*JMont falls to his knees clutching at his ears, and Junko charges off the ropes where the tubes had been removed and comes back with a running hip attack to the face of JMont that knocks him to the mat. Junko moves to the corner grabs the pane of glass and puts it on top of JMont. Junko then moves back to the corner and begins climbing, but as she does JMont slides the pane of glass off of him and starts getting to his feet. Junko sees JMont getting to his feet and quickly leaps off with a diving crossbody.
The crossbody knocks JMont down, but he holds on and rolls backward. JMont comes to his knees and stands up holding Junko. JMont hoists Junko up onto his shoulder turns to a pane of glass in the corner and begins charging towards it. Junko slides off of JMont’s back though and shoves JMont forward toward the glass. JMont spreads his arms out as far as he can and catches the ropes right before crashing into the glass. JMont turns around and is met with a hip attack from Junkoo.
JMont catches Junko again though. JMont takes two steps forward, and then throws Junko backward overhead, giving her a release German Suplex through the pane of glass. The glass shatters with a thunderous sound, and the crowd gasps as Junko sinks into a heap in the corner.*
Markson: OH MY! That was absolutely brutal.
Napier: That was gross, I can’t believe people like to watch these kinds of matches.
Markson: The crowd is indeed blood thirsty tonight.
*JMont grabs Junko by the ankle pulls her out of the corner and makes a pin.
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KICKOUT!
JMont yells at Ref Villano 16, who just holds up the dos sign. JMont grabs a light tube off of the ropes and as Junko begins to stir JMont slams the tube over her back. Junko comes up to her knees in pain as her back is bleeding profusely from the pane of glass already. JMont grabs Junko by the hair with his free hand and then begins digging the broken end of the tube into the forehead of Junko, slicing her open. *
Markson: Oh that is disgusting, JMont is carving up Junko like a Thanksgiving Turkey. This is just too much.
Napier: Too much? Junko just tried to Van Gogh JMont.
*JMont slices across the head of Junko and she falls to the mat holding her head that now has blood pouring from it. JMont grabs another lighttube from the ropes and pulls Junko to her knees. JMont shoves the tube into Junko’s mouth while pulling her to her feet. JMont then nails a hard European Uppercut slamming his elbow into Junko’s chin and busting the tube in her mouth.
Junko falls back into the corner without the pane of glass. JMont grabs another tube and comes to get her. JMont grabs Junko by the hair and pulls her up, as he pulls Junko to her feet she sprays the blood from her mouth into the eyes of JMont. JMont staggers back holding his eyes, trying to wipe them out. Junko charges at JMont, but JMont catches her with a snap powerslam onto the pane of glass that was laying on the mat. The glass shatters under Junko. JMont stays on top for the pin.*
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: OH MY GAWD!!! GOOD GRIEF!!!
Napier: Junko Souma's back is going to be nothing but ground beef after that.
Markson: I can't believe she kicked out.
Napier: Kicked out? I can't believe she is still alive.
*JMont stands up pulling Junko up by her hair as he does. JMont throws Junko head first through the ropes, and light tubes attached to them. Junko’s head shatters through the glass as her body tumbles to the outside of the ring. JMont kicks the ropes clear and then steps to the outside himself. JMont pulls a fresh tube off the ropes, and then jumps off the apron and slams it across the bloody back of Junko.
JMont stands over Junko, looking at her seemingly lifeless body and then begins to laugh maniacally. JMont turns to the ring apron, pulls it up, and grabs a board with light bulbs mounted on it and pulls it out from under the ring, laying it in the ground. JMont grabs a cord that is connected to and moves to the commentary table where he shoves the table over a bit and plugs the cord in, illuminating the board. *
Markson: JMONT WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?! YOU DO DESERVE TO BE IN JAIL YOU SICK SON OF A…
Napier: Easy Mark, you're getting about as unhinged as JMont.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her into position for a powerbomb. The crowd is booing JMont like crazy, JMont responds by flipping the crowd the double bird. Suddenly, a half-full cup of Coke smacks JMont in the face. JMont laughs as he wipes the Cola and blood from his face.
JMont grabs Junko around the waist and begins to lift her, but Junko holds onto his leg. JMont slams two hard forearms across the bloody back of Junko, and then tries to lit her again, but once more Junko holds onto the leg for dear life. This time JMont digs his fingernails into the bottom of Junko’s back and rakes them up her mangled back, sending audible cries of pain from Junko as she collapses to the ground.
JMonr grabs Junko by her trunks and pulls her up. As JMont goes for the powerbomb this time though, Junko goes back to the leg, but instead of holding onto it, shoves a piece of the broken light tube into it. Junko jabs the shard end of the tube into the thigh of JMont and begins to twist it into his Quadriceps muscle. *
Markson: *GAGGING NOISE!*
Napier: * ALSO GAGGING NOISE!*
*JMont staggers back holding his leg. He looks down at the large shard of glass sticking out of his thigh, pulls it out, and throws it down. JMont then charges at Junko, but she catches JMont with a backbody drop, and JMont flips over her and lands on the lit-up board of bulbs. JMont starts shaking as sparks fly from the board *
Napier: PULL THE PLUG MARK!!!
*Markson pulls the plug from the power strip and JMont stops shaking but lays on the board. Junko is on all fours on the ground and crawls to JMont and lays on top of him, but Villano 16 says she has to pin him in the ring.
Junko pushes herself up, grabs JMont but the head, and tries dragging him. Junko barely gets JMont to his knees, revealing his now also mangled back that is bloody and burnt. Junko pulls as hard as she can and when she does, JMont shoves her off sending her back and slamming into the ring apron. Junko staggers forward holding her back when JMont jumps from his knees into a JKO (RKO) on the ground. JMont sits up arching his back in pain from the impact. *
Markson: JKO OUTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: YES! Now please make the pin and get this live-action snuff film over with.
*JMont staggers to his feet and grabs Junko, lifting her up and throwing her back into the ring. JMont hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes, not even bothering to clear the shards away this time. JMont drops on to Junko for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: HOLY GUACAMOLE, JUNKO KICKED OUT!!!
Napier: WHY!?! Just eat the loss and end the suffering.
Markson: Junko isn’t built that way, she is built different.
*JMont can’t believe Junko kicked out as he stands up in pure shock. JMont grabs Villano 16 by the shirt and begins yelling at him. Villano tells JMont to release him or else. JMont nods his head and holds his hands up, then JKO OUTTA NOWHERE ON VILLANO 16!!! *
Markson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!
Napier: JMont is doing what JMont does, which is…. WHATEVER THE HELL HE WANTS!!!
*JMont stands up over Villano 16 and yells at the fallen referee. JMont then grabs a tube off of the ropes and prepares to smash it over the fallen referee, but as he does Junko comes charging from across the ring and nails JMont with a shotgun dropkick that sends JMont flying into the corner and shattering a pane of glass. JMont sinks into the corner as Junko pushes herself to her feet.
Junko grabs JMont by the feet and drags him to the middle of the ring. Junko goes to the ropes grabs both arms full of light tubes and lays them on top of JMont. Junko then moves to the corner and climbs to the top rope. The crowd comes alive as Junk stands on the top rope, right before coming off with Chocobo Sunrise (Moonsault) onto JMont and the tubes he is buried under. Junko stays on top for the pin. *
Napier: There is no referee you idiot.
Markson: Junko is in the zone and didn’t even realize that Villano 16 was out.
Napier: She just mutilated herself for no reason.
Markson: She did it for honor. WAIT! HERE COMES DIZZY DAN!!!
*Referee Dizzy Dan slides into the ring and makes the count. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: If she had got the pin right away, I think she would have got JMont there.
*Junko slowly rolls to her feet as JMont begins to sit up. Junko screams and charges into the ropes and comes back hitting a running hip attack on JMont dropping him back to the mat again. Junko looks to have lost it, as she screams again and grabs JMont by the head, and pulls him to his feet. Junko hooks JMont for the JNK Driver, but has lost too much blood and can’t get him up.
JMont slams a hard body shot into the cut-up stomach of Junko. JMont spins out, holding onto Junko’s arm, and pulls her in for a short-arm clothesline, but Junko ducks under it and grabs JMont in a waistlock. Junko spins JMont out and lands a Bloody Rainmaiker (ripcord lariat). JMont is rocked, and staggers back into the ropes which propel him back forward and as JMont staggers off the ropes Junko nails JMont with a JKO (rko). *
Markson: JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: Add theft to the list of charges that Junko Souma is facing.
*Junko makes the pin on JMont.
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KICKOUT!!!
Junko rolls right up, grabbing JMont by the head and pulling him up. Junko looks at the last pane of glass in the corner and tries to throw JMont headfirst into it, but JMont stops, planting his feet and shoving Junko toward it. Junko is able to stop and turns around to JMont going for a JKO. Junko pulls her head back and shoves JMont forward. JMont takes two steps forward, stops, and turns around to see Junko charging, this time JMontt sidesteps and sends Junko running chest first into the ropes and crashing into some of the last light tubes.
Junko staggers around holding her chest and stomach and JMont boots her in the stomach. JMont grabs Junko, lifts her up, and drops her down with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). JMont falls on top of her for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: JMONT AGAIN COMMITTING THEFT, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP JIUNKO DOWN!!!
Napier: Is Junko Souma a Highlander or something?
*JMont’s eyes almost bulge out of his head, as Dizzy Dan steps away from him while holding up the two. JMont rolls to the outside of the ring, where he shoves two fans out of their seat in the front row. *
Markson: COME ON JOE! KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF THE FANS!!!
Napier: JMont has snapped, he’s going too far.
*JMont throws the chairs in the ring, one of the fans jumps in front of JMont and starts yelling at him and JMont pie faces him to the ground. Another fan shoves JMont in the back, and JMont turns around and decks the fan, knocking him out with a single shot. Several members of the crowd begin to charge toward JMont when TPW security begins holding them back and shoving them back.
JMont slides into the ring, picking one of the chairs up and slamming it across the back of Junko who still lays on the mat. JMont then unfolds the two chairs, and grabs the last pane of glass, laying it across the seat of the chairs making a table out of the glass and chairs. *
Markson: JMont is one hundred percent going to be fined and suspended.
Napier: Fined and suspended? He’s going to be slapped with lawsuits and criminal charges.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her up to her feet. JMont bends down and lifts Junko on his shoulder and sets her up on the top turnbuckle. JMont begins climbing the ropes, getting to the middle rope and hooking Junko for a suplex, but Junko comes alive and fights back, throwing some shots to the body of JMont. JMont releases his hold and begins biting the forehead of Junko. Blood squirts from Junko’s head and around JMont’s mouth crawling “OOHS!” from the crowd. Junko responds by jamming her finger into the gaping hole in JMont’s thigh. JMont screams and begins grabbing at his leg.
Junko head butts JMont in the face, and then pushes herself to the top turnbuckle, looking for her J-POP Coaster (Sunset Flip Bomb), but JMont grabs her leg blocking her from climbing up his back. JMont reaches down, pulling a tube from the ropes and swinging it up, smashing it against the side of Junko’s head. Junko falls back, and as she does JMont steps up and grabs her head. JMont steps to the top rope, holding onto Junko’s head, and then leaps off delivering a JKO (RKO) from the top rope, and crashes down with Junko through the pain of glass.
Both contestants take a massive amount of damage from the moves, but JMont rolls over on top of Junko for a pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and… NNNNEEEEWWWWWW AMERICAN CHAMPION, JOE MONTOURRRRIIIII!!!!
Markson: And mercifully this one is over.
Napier: I’m not sure if this is the end of the war between JMont and Junko or not, but this was a hell of a battle to end what has been an insane rivalry.
*The crowd boos like crazy as Ref Dizzy Dan lays the American championship over the body of JMont. Dan raises JMon’t arm, but JMont doesn’t move as both he and Junko lay on the mat, too battered and exhausted to move. Medics rush into the ring and begins working on both Junko and JMont as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*Backstage.
The TPW interview backdrop.
Junko Souma stands in front of the black curtain, TPW logo hanging just overhead, clad in a blue tracksuit with "JNK" emblazoned on the breast in white. Standing behind her is Hanako Tohei, wearing black and orange, hands in her jacket pockets, lollipop in her mouth. The words "Taped 12/26/23 - Madison Square Garden" appear in the upper left corner in bold white text before slowly fading out. The hum of fluorescent lights can be heard overhead. Junko begins speaking in Japanese, the language helpfully translated across the bottom of the screen in yellow text. *
Junko Souma: <Joe Montuori... did you think that I was gone forever?>
*She raises her chin slightly, tone rising.*
Junko Souma: <Did you think that Souma Junko would forget? >
*She points into the camera.*
Junko Souma: <It would have been so easy to stay down... to forget about you, to forget about Thunder Pro Wrestling... to forget about my dream of becoming a number one professional wrestler. It would have been very easy... but I'm not finished, Joe Montuori... not with you... not with professional wrestling. >
*Her eyes widen... she forces the words out in English.*
Junko Souma: I... still... have work... to do.
*Hanako nods, removing the lollipop from her mouth with an audible 'pop'. Junko remains silent for just a moment, letting those words settle in the air before resuming in Japanese.*
Junko Souma: < One year ago, I came here to Thunder Pro Wrestling with nothing but the clothes on my back and the dream of a stupid little girl weighing heavily on my mind... from that humble start, I made it to the semi-finals of the SEX Cup Tournament, I sent Brooke Blakely and Nova Skye away from TPW for all time... and I became the American Champion while still reigning as the Intense International Wrestling Women's World Champion... but, then you entered my life, Joe Montuori. >
*Hanako shakes her head, rolling her eyes.*
Junko Souma: < That was the beginning of my downward spiral... just as quickly as I rose to the top, you brought everything down. I lost my IIW championship... and even though I defeated you in our first encounter, you persisted... and you took away my American Championship, too. >
*Her voice rises, becoming more authoritative.*
Junko Souma: < Yes, it would have been easy to stay down, having been so thoroughly defeated... but I've come too far to turn back now. 2024 is just over the horizon... a brand new year... and I have -- >
*She holds up three fingers, shouting in English.*
Junko Souma: -- THREE RESOLUTIONS!
*Lowering her hand, she continues. *
Junko Souma: < Tohei Hanako and myself... we will right what went wrong one year ago in the SEX Cup Tournament! Where the Dream Weavers failed, the Flowers of Carnage will succeed! Gangsters of Christ, I have not forgotten! Lessons were learned on that night... and if we cross paths again, I assure you... the outcome will be very different. In 2024, the SEX Cup belongs to the Flowers of Carnage! >
*Hanako nods, a confident smirk on her face.*
Junko Souma: < Next... I will stake my claim to a shot at the TPW International Championship. I do not ask that it be handed to be... I will earn the opportunity as I have earned everything else in my life... with blood, suffering, and pain. Whoever has the championship by then... Peter Vaughn, Matt Knox, Chris Page, Larry Tact... I don't care! >
*Her eyes narrow and her tone lowers, becoming more serious.*
Junko Souma: < Win or lose, the International champion will stand across the ring from Souma Junko... but Matt Knox, fight hard... do your best to remain champion... though it doesn't matter who I challenge, you and I have unfinished business! >
*Hanako's eyes widen at the prospect of that match.*
Junko Souma: < Last... but not least... it is you, Joe Montuori. I beat you at Gladiator's Ball... you beat me at Night of the Living Dead... we've bled buckets, pushed each other to our limits, physically and legally... and in 2024, it's time to finish this once and for all. >
*The corner of her mouth curls upward into a cynical smile.*
Junko Souma: < If you think what I did to Shaun Hart and Axel Shaw at Winter Wrestleland was bad... you have seen nothing yet. >
*Hanako giggles, struggling through her broken English.*
Hanako Tohei: Axel Shaw... bitch... boy!
*She holds up her fingers half an inch apart.*
Hanako Tohei: Bitch... boy!
*She tilts her head back and cackles loudly. Junko wears her smile proudly.*
Junko Souma: See you... in 2024.
*She raises a middle finger into the camera, sloppily blurred out, basically still entirely visible despite the promo being taped nearly two weeks ago.*
Junko Souma: Thank you... f[bleep] you.
*Hanako pushes in front of her, waving under her chin at the camera.*
Hanako Tohei: BYE-BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*The footage abruptly cuts and we fade to black *
The TPW interview backdrop.
Junko Souma stands in front of the black curtain, TPW logo hanging just overhead, clad in a blue tracksuit with "JNK" emblazoned on the breast in white. Standing behind her is Hanako Tohei, wearing black and orange, hands in her jacket pockets, lollipop in her mouth. The words "Taped 12/26/23 - Madison Square Garden" appear in the upper left corner in bold white text before slowly fading out. The hum of fluorescent lights can be heard overhead. Junko begins speaking in Japanese, the language helpfully translated across the bottom of the screen in yellow text. *
Junko Souma: <Joe Montuori... did you think that I was gone forever?>
*She raises her chin slightly, tone rising.*
Junko Souma: <Did you think that Souma Junko would forget? >
*She points into the camera.*
Junko Souma: <It would have been so easy to stay down... to forget about you, to forget about Thunder Pro Wrestling... to forget about my dream of becoming a number one professional wrestler. It would have been very easy... but I'm not finished, Joe Montuori... not with you... not with professional wrestling. >
*Her eyes widen... she forces the words out in English.*
Junko Souma: I... still... have work... to do.
*Hanako nods, removing the lollipop from her mouth with an audible 'pop'. Junko remains silent for just a moment, letting those words settle in the air before resuming in Japanese.*
Junko Souma: < One year ago, I came here to Thunder Pro Wrestling with nothing but the clothes on my back and the dream of a stupid little girl weighing heavily on my mind... from that humble start, I made it to the semi-finals of the SEX Cup Tournament, I sent Brooke Blakely and Nova Skye away from TPW for all time... and I became the American Champion while still reigning as the Intense International Wrestling Women's World Champion... but, then you entered my life, Joe Montuori. >
*Hanako shakes her head, rolling her eyes.*
Junko Souma: < That was the beginning of my downward spiral... just as quickly as I rose to the top, you brought everything down. I lost my IIW championship... and even though I defeated you in our first encounter, you persisted... and you took away my American Championship, too. >
*Her voice rises, becoming more authoritative.*
Junko Souma: < Yes, it would have been easy to stay down, having been so thoroughly defeated... but I've come too far to turn back now. 2024 is just over the horizon... a brand new year... and I have -- >
*She holds up three fingers, shouting in English.*
Junko Souma: -- THREE RESOLUTIONS!
*Lowering her hand, she continues. *
Junko Souma: < Tohei Hanako and myself... we will right what went wrong one year ago in the SEX Cup Tournament! Where the Dream Weavers failed, the Flowers of Carnage will succeed! Gangsters of Christ, I have not forgotten! Lessons were learned on that night... and if we cross paths again, I assure you... the outcome will be very different. In 2024, the SEX Cup belongs to the Flowers of Carnage! >
*Hanako nods, a confident smirk on her face.*
Junko Souma: < Next... I will stake my claim to a shot at the TPW International Championship. I do not ask that it be handed to be... I will earn the opportunity as I have earned everything else in my life... with blood, suffering, and pain. Whoever has the championship by then... Peter Vaughn, Matt Knox, Chris Page, Larry Tact... I don't care! >
*Her eyes narrow and her tone lowers, becoming more serious.*
Junko Souma: < Win or lose, the International champion will stand across the ring from Souma Junko... but Matt Knox, fight hard... do your best to remain champion... though it doesn't matter who I challenge, you and I have unfinished business! >
*Hanako's eyes widen at the prospect of that match.*
Junko Souma: < Last... but not least... it is you, Joe Montuori. I beat you at Gladiator's Ball... you beat me at Night of the Living Dead... we've bled buckets, pushed each other to our limits, physically and legally... and in 2024, it's time to finish this once and for all. >
*The corner of her mouth curls upward into a cynical smile.*
Junko Souma: < If you think what I did to Shaun Hart and Axel Shaw at Winter Wrestleland was bad... you have seen nothing yet. >
*Hanako giggles, struggling through her broken English.*
Hanako Tohei: Axel Shaw... bitch... boy!
*She holds up her fingers half an inch apart.*
Hanako Tohei: Bitch... boy!
*She tilts her head back and cackles loudly. Junko wears her smile proudly.*
Junko Souma: See you... in 2024.
*She raises a middle finger into the camera, sloppily blurred out, basically still entirely visible despite the promo being taped nearly two weeks ago.*
Junko Souma: Thank you... f[bleep] you.
*Hanako pushes in front of her, waving under her chin at the camera.*
Hanako Tohei: BYE-BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*The footage abruptly cuts and we fade to black *
*The darkness gives way to a bright sunlight as the shot reveals Greg The Owner Man sitting on his balcony overlooking the beach. Greg is dressed business casual, and the sun is shining down on him, showing this is a pre-recorded segment. *
Greg T.O.M: Hello Thunderamaniacs. I know you aren't used to seeing me, and I do prefer to stay hands-off after working so hard my whole life, I feel I deserve some R&R. But, every so ofter, there is an announcement I feel that needs to come from the tippy-top. I am here to make that tippy-top announcement, and that is the creation of the Thunder Pro Wrestling Hall Of Fame. Our first class, will be the class of 2023, and it is my honor to introduce to you our first inductee to the Thunder Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame.
*The scene transitiong to backstage where we see Mike Zybala in plain clothes, except for his Green Ranger themed top hat walking around until he comes to the office door of Alexander Marshall. He grabs the knob and just walks in. Marshall is at his desk and looks up; aghast that someone would just walk in on him. Either oblivious to the look of annoyance, or just doesn't care, Zybala walks into the office. *
Zybala: What up, boss man. You wanted to see me?
Alexander Marshall: YES Mike, I did. Don't bother setting down, this won't take long. I just wanted to tell you…
*Zybala cuts Marshall off by sitting in a chair. He leans back and pulls a can of Mountain Dew: Pitch Black from his pocket and cracks it open. He takes a sip as Marshall looks annoyed and raises an eyebrow. *
Zybala: Sorry, Alex. I only had one. Just went to Canada the other day and loaded up. So what's up?
Alexander Marshall: Mike, I think this whole Cabal experiment may have been a mistake. I think you may be better off on your own, without the “group” behind you.
Zybala: A mistake? What do you mean?! I've been to all the meetings! I bought the shirt! I helped you guys win the War Games thing! When the show was at Buffalo, I showed you which strip club to go to where they do the extra stuff!! I think I've been very helpful!
Alexander Marshall: Yeah, no one asked you to do that last one. It's just after our performance at Winter Wrestleland we need to do some restructuring, and we all agree that a man of your talents shouldn't be confined to the structure we are putting in place.
Now, don't worry about Outsiders. We'll of course keep that on our streaming platform.
Zybala: What up, boss man. You wanted to see me?
Alexander Marshall: YES Mike, I did. Don't bother setting down, this won't take long. I just wanted to tell you…
*Zybala cuts Marshall off by sitting in a chair. He leans back and pulls a can of Mountain Dew: Pitch Black from his pocket and cracks it open. He takes a sip as Marshall looks annoyed and raises an eyebrow. *
Zybala: Sorry, Alex. I only had one. Just went to Canada the other day and loaded up. So what's up?
Alexander Marshall: Mike, I think this whole Cabal experiment may have been a mistake. I think you may be better off on your own, without the “group” behind you.
Zybala: A mistake? What do you mean?! I've been to all the meetings! I bought the shirt! I helped you guys win the War Games thing! When the show was at Buffalo, I showed you which strip club to go to where they do the extra stuff!! I think I've been very helpful!
Alexander Marshall: Yeah, no one asked you to do that last one. It's just after our performance at Winter Wrestleland we need to do some restructuring, and we all agree that a man of your talents shouldn't be confined to the structure we are putting in place.
Now, don't worry about Outsiders. We'll of course keep that on our streaming platform.
*Zybala looks at Marshall as he thinks this over. He then gives a small smile. *
Zybala: Well, as long as the Outsiders deal is still on. I guess if my services to The Cabal are no longer needed…
*Zybala stands up and offers a hand to Alexander, who after a beat, shakes it. Zybala turns to walk out but stops. He turns back to face Marshall. *
Zybala: Out of curiosity, this would have nothing to do with the whole Oompa Loompa thing in my last promo, would it??
*Alexander smirks as he picks up his phone. *
Alexander Marshall: Best of luck in your future endeavors Mike.
Zybala: I regret nothing and I'm a fan of sequels…
*Zybala then leaves the office with that ambiguous statement hanging in the air as Marshall looks a tad concerned. Marshall shakes his head as he looks back at his phone and the scene fades to a commercia break. *
Zybala: Well, as long as the Outsiders deal is still on. I guess if my services to The Cabal are no longer needed…
*Zybala stands up and offers a hand to Alexander, who after a beat, shakes it. Zybala turns to walk out but stops. He turns back to face Marshall. *
Zybala: Out of curiosity, this would have nothing to do with the whole Oompa Loompa thing in my last promo, would it??
*Alexander smirks as he picks up his phone. *
Alexander Marshall: Best of luck in your future endeavors Mike.
Zybala: I regret nothing and I'm a fan of sequels…
*Zybala then leaves the office with that ambiguous statement hanging in the air as Marshall looks a tad concerned. Marshall shakes his head as he looks back at his phone and the scene fades to a commercia break. *
*As the shot returns from commercial break, it returns to a clip from the house show on 12/29/23 at the Meadowlands Arena East, Rutherford, NJ.
The atmosphere crackles with energy as Khloe Cox sits perched on the turnbuckle, a microphone nestled in her hand. The echoes of the TPW faithful reverberated through the arena, still riding high from the electric energy of the last house show match. *
Khloe: Did you guys have a good night?!
*Her words are just loud enough to not be drowned out by the roars of the crowd. *
Khloe: Well im glad you did, I just wanted to sit out here for a bit and talk. I couldn’t find Eavan to bring her with me so I’ll just let you all know about the big plans for the Jersey Devils ALL next year! Trust me its gonna be huge!
So I know we didn’t beat those darn MaLAMEos brothers BUT we looked good yeah? So the plan i have is to really focus on being a team…less singles action but a well oiled pair of butt kickers!
*As Khloe is talking to the fans, Eavan Maloney walks out to no music or fanfare and watches from the ramp for a minute before slowly walking to the ring. Eavan walks to the announce area and asks for a microphone before stepping into the ring. *
Eavan: Listen, I know you were gearing up for a great Duos run. I know you were excited about the Jersey Devils running roughshod around here but… you deserve better.
*Khloe is confused by this, and as she’s about to say something, Eavan holds a hand up.*
Eavan: I know what you’re going to ask, hear me out. When I came into Thunder Pro, I immediately saw you as someone with potential. We’ve fought, we’ve bled in this ring, and I ended up taking you under my wing. Thing is, I never needed to. You have IT, Khloe. You have that extra something to make it big in this business. And I can stand here in this ring and confidently say… you don’t need me. I’m an anchor and I know it. So thank YOU for giving me a purpose, but now it’s time for you to break that glass ceiling.
*Khloe nods to herself before extending a hand to shake Eavan’s. Eavan looks down at Khloe’s hand and playfully slaps it away before opening her arms for a hug. Khloe would sigh and shake her head clearly disappointed and step away from the hug. She would extend her hand for a respectful shake. *
Khloe: I……I wont pretend im not upset…y-y-YOU…..I put energy into this…WHY WOULD YOU LET ME WASTE MY TIME?! ..you….fine…..do whatever you feel you have to Eavan……
*She would shake her head as the crowd is oddly contained while Eavan Maloney makes her exit. Khloe Cox just stands in the middle of the ring a slightly shocked expression on her face as she stares at her now former Duo’s partner and only friend in the company just leave.
The silence hangs in the air for a moment, until… familiar music starts to play, and Lights Out appear on the top of the ramp, leather jackets over their usual ring gear, pacing out from a blast of smoke. Looks like Khloe Cox might have bit off more than she can chew here…
An uncertain reaction from the crowd - some cheers, but mostly hesitation. Tension in the air as Ava and Alessia pace down the ramp. Khloe drops off the turnbuckle and into the middle of the ring as the two women approach, then split, circling the ring, Ava on one side, Alessia on the other.
Khloe looks from one to the other, crouching a little, ready to defend herself as they step up onto the apron, watch her for a moment… then duck between the ropes. She makes her decision, and bracing for a lariat rushes Ava - but she raises her hand, and gestures for a mic. Khloe stops for a second, and Ava grabs a mic from a ringside crew member. *
AVA: Whoa, whoa. We’re not here to fight, we just wanna talk.
*Khloe would whip her head around to see what Alessia is up to before slowly backing into a neutral corner before raising the micbsck to her lips. *
Khloe: What's this all about then……
*Lights Out close together, Alessia leaning on Ava’s shoulder and keeping a cool eye on Khloe.*
Ava: See Khloe, we watched you in Claim the Fame, the qualifiers and the match. And though you couldn’t beat the Malvados, you came pretty close. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a new partner (Alessia smirks at that). But we like your style. And in a company with this many nutjobs and backstabbers, you seem solid.
*Khloe seems to take a moment to register what Ava is saying and then gives the pair a small smile before looking at Alessia. *
Khloe: Im also not looking for any more ventures into Duos…..but a few friends would be good….So Alessia…..how do you feel?
*Ava leans the mic towards Alessia, who smiles at her - surprisingly genuine. *
Alessia: I know what it feels like to have people count you out, to be the underdog. I’m not making any promises. But if you need backup, you know who to call.
Khloe: Well….I only have one gauge to tell if someone is a good person!
*Khloe drops the mic and hold her arms open for a great big double hug to Lights Out
Ava and Alessia look at each other for a moment… then nod and pull Khloe in, the three women embracing to a big cheer from the crowd.
Khloe would smile and point to the back and head off with Lights Out no doubt going to enjoy the end of the year with new friends. The crowd would continue cheering as the scene fades back to the control room. *
The atmosphere crackles with energy as Khloe Cox sits perched on the turnbuckle, a microphone nestled in her hand. The echoes of the TPW faithful reverberated through the arena, still riding high from the electric energy of the last house show match. *
Khloe: Did you guys have a good night?!
*Her words are just loud enough to not be drowned out by the roars of the crowd. *
Khloe: Well im glad you did, I just wanted to sit out here for a bit and talk. I couldn’t find Eavan to bring her with me so I’ll just let you all know about the big plans for the Jersey Devils ALL next year! Trust me its gonna be huge!
So I know we didn’t beat those darn MaLAMEos brothers BUT we looked good yeah? So the plan i have is to really focus on being a team…less singles action but a well oiled pair of butt kickers!
*As Khloe is talking to the fans, Eavan Maloney walks out to no music or fanfare and watches from the ramp for a minute before slowly walking to the ring. Eavan walks to the announce area and asks for a microphone before stepping into the ring. *
Eavan: Listen, I know you were gearing up for a great Duos run. I know you were excited about the Jersey Devils running roughshod around here but… you deserve better.
*Khloe is confused by this, and as she’s about to say something, Eavan holds a hand up.*
Eavan: I know what you’re going to ask, hear me out. When I came into Thunder Pro, I immediately saw you as someone with potential. We’ve fought, we’ve bled in this ring, and I ended up taking you under my wing. Thing is, I never needed to. You have IT, Khloe. You have that extra something to make it big in this business. And I can stand here in this ring and confidently say… you don’t need me. I’m an anchor and I know it. So thank YOU for giving me a purpose, but now it’s time for you to break that glass ceiling.
*Khloe nods to herself before extending a hand to shake Eavan’s. Eavan looks down at Khloe’s hand and playfully slaps it away before opening her arms for a hug. Khloe would sigh and shake her head clearly disappointed and step away from the hug. She would extend her hand for a respectful shake. *
Khloe: I……I wont pretend im not upset…y-y-YOU…..I put energy into this…WHY WOULD YOU LET ME WASTE MY TIME?! ..you….fine…..do whatever you feel you have to Eavan……
*She would shake her head as the crowd is oddly contained while Eavan Maloney makes her exit. Khloe Cox just stands in the middle of the ring a slightly shocked expression on her face as she stares at her now former Duo’s partner and only friend in the company just leave.
The silence hangs in the air for a moment, until… familiar music starts to play, and Lights Out appear on the top of the ramp, leather jackets over their usual ring gear, pacing out from a blast of smoke. Looks like Khloe Cox might have bit off more than she can chew here…
An uncertain reaction from the crowd - some cheers, but mostly hesitation. Tension in the air as Ava and Alessia pace down the ramp. Khloe drops off the turnbuckle and into the middle of the ring as the two women approach, then split, circling the ring, Ava on one side, Alessia on the other.
Khloe looks from one to the other, crouching a little, ready to defend herself as they step up onto the apron, watch her for a moment… then duck between the ropes. She makes her decision, and bracing for a lariat rushes Ava - but she raises her hand, and gestures for a mic. Khloe stops for a second, and Ava grabs a mic from a ringside crew member. *
AVA: Whoa, whoa. We’re not here to fight, we just wanna talk.
*Khloe would whip her head around to see what Alessia is up to before slowly backing into a neutral corner before raising the micbsck to her lips. *
Khloe: What's this all about then……
*Lights Out close together, Alessia leaning on Ava’s shoulder and keeping a cool eye on Khloe.*
Ava: See Khloe, we watched you in Claim the Fame, the qualifiers and the match. And though you couldn’t beat the Malvados, you came pretty close. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a new partner (Alessia smirks at that). But we like your style. And in a company with this many nutjobs and backstabbers, you seem solid.
*Khloe seems to take a moment to register what Ava is saying and then gives the pair a small smile before looking at Alessia. *
Khloe: Im also not looking for any more ventures into Duos…..but a few friends would be good….So Alessia…..how do you feel?
*Ava leans the mic towards Alessia, who smiles at her - surprisingly genuine. *
Alessia: I know what it feels like to have people count you out, to be the underdog. I’m not making any promises. But if you need backup, you know who to call.
Khloe: Well….I only have one gauge to tell if someone is a good person!
*Khloe drops the mic and hold her arms open for a great big double hug to Lights Out
Ava and Alessia look at each other for a moment… then nod and pull Khloe in, the three women embracing to a big cheer from the crowd.
Khloe would smile and point to the back and head off with Lights Out no doubt going to enjoy the end of the year with new friends. The crowd would continue cheering as the scene fades back to the control room. *
Markson: Well, it would appear that Khloe Cox has formed a new alliance with Lighs Out.
Napier: Think their group name will be "Cox Out"?
Markson: *sigh* Did you really just say that?
Napier: Of course I did, it's hilarious.
Markson: I'm just going to keep this thing moving before it gets any worse. I think that after seeing that segment involving the Jersey Devils, and Lights Out, it is the perfect time to move to our Duo Of The Year award.
Napier: It should have been The Cabal under freebid rules,
Markson: They were not even in consideration, and in the end this was a two team race with only only one vote seperating the runners-up Lights Out, and the winner of Duos Of The Year...
*The Duo Of The Year graphic fades to once again reveal Greg The Owner Man in the same location for another pre-recoreded segment. *
Greg T.O.M: After revealing the Duo of the year, now back-to-back Duo of the Year winners, The Malvados. It is also my great honor to introduce to you all the second inductees into the Thunder Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame.
*We return from commercial break, and once again are inside Alexander Marshall’s office as he looks over some documents for TPW vs. WGWF. There is a knock at his door, and he tells whoever it is to go away, but then the door is burst open. *
Alexander Marshall: Who the hell-oh, it’s you.
*Xavier Lux walks into his office, all smiles, sporting a Sweetearing 3-piece suit with a classic tweed notch lapel, army green in color. He spots his usual Ray Ban aviator sunglasses, dark green lens color with gold trim. He approaches Marshall’s desk, without shaking his hand or asking, he takes a seat across from him. *
XL: What’s up Alexi, what’s new? You look stressed.
Marshall: Not at all, just working my ass off for this company, something my brother never seemed to do.
XL: Well if there is one thing we can agree on, is that Terry Marshall sucked at his job, and as a wrestler too, but anyway… If he was still around, I wouldn’t be… So you do have your virtues after all Alexi, I’ll give you that.
Marshall: Flattery will get you everywhere Xavier, what do you want?
XL: A Prestigious Championship shot?
Marshall: HA! Nice try.
XL: What?! Now that I’ve defeated Zybala proper, I think I have proven myself. That’s a good string of wins I have put together that are good enough to earn me a title shot of sorts. You wanted me to start at the bottom, and I did, but now we here.
*Marshall laughs*
Marshall: Sadly, no, you are still at bottom.
*Xavier smirks at the thought. *
Marshall: However…
*Marshall looks down at the papers in front of him, smiles, then looks back up at Xavier who upon seeing Marshall’s smile, he gets a concerned look on his face.*
XL: This can’t be good.
Marshall: In my eyes, you haven't proved anything. If you want to prove yourself, you can do it as a member of -
XL: No, I told you, I am not joining The Cabal!
*Xavier stands up and gets ready to leave. *
Marshall: Shut up and let me finish. Always a damn hot head. Be a member of team TPW in a 5 on 5 Match against WGWF…
*Xavier is taken back by this.*
XL: Cholo’s WGWF?
Marshall: I don’t think it’s his fed per say-
XL: Is he going to be in the match?
Marshall: Probably not.
XL: Who’s in team TPW?
Marshall: Well, it’s not public knowledge yet, so I can’t tell you out loud, but if you look here.
*Marshall points at one of the bios on his desk. He then goes to pull out another but Xavier holds out his hand. *
XL: Stop, you had me at -
Marshall: shush!
*Xavier smirks again.*
XL: I’m in.
Marshall: Figured you might be, this is going to make him very happy.
XL: Oh I know it.
*Xavier extends his hand out to Marshall, "to make it official", and he takes a moment to consider shaking it, but eventually does.*
Marshall: Good, I’ll be in touch. Now get out of my office.
*Xavier smirks as he buttons his jacket and then heads out of the office as the scene transitions back to Greg T.O.M sitting on his porch. *
Alexander Marshall: Who the hell-oh, it’s you.
*Xavier Lux walks into his office, all smiles, sporting a Sweetearing 3-piece suit with a classic tweed notch lapel, army green in color. He spots his usual Ray Ban aviator sunglasses, dark green lens color with gold trim. He approaches Marshall’s desk, without shaking his hand or asking, he takes a seat across from him. *
XL: What’s up Alexi, what’s new? You look stressed.
Marshall: Not at all, just working my ass off for this company, something my brother never seemed to do.
XL: Well if there is one thing we can agree on, is that Terry Marshall sucked at his job, and as a wrestler too, but anyway… If he was still around, I wouldn’t be… So you do have your virtues after all Alexi, I’ll give you that.
Marshall: Flattery will get you everywhere Xavier, what do you want?
XL: A Prestigious Championship shot?
Marshall: HA! Nice try.
XL: What?! Now that I’ve defeated Zybala proper, I think I have proven myself. That’s a good string of wins I have put together that are good enough to earn me a title shot of sorts. You wanted me to start at the bottom, and I did, but now we here.
*Marshall laughs*
Marshall: Sadly, no, you are still at bottom.
*Xavier smirks at the thought. *
Marshall: However…
*Marshall looks down at the papers in front of him, smiles, then looks back up at Xavier who upon seeing Marshall’s smile, he gets a concerned look on his face.*
XL: This can’t be good.
Marshall: In my eyes, you haven't proved anything. If you want to prove yourself, you can do it as a member of -
XL: No, I told you, I am not joining The Cabal!
*Xavier stands up and gets ready to leave. *
Marshall: Shut up and let me finish. Always a damn hot head. Be a member of team TPW in a 5 on 5 Match against WGWF…
*Xavier is taken back by this.*
XL: Cholo’s WGWF?
Marshall: I don’t think it’s his fed per say-
XL: Is he going to be in the match?
Marshall: Probably not.
XL: Who’s in team TPW?
Marshall: Well, it’s not public knowledge yet, so I can’t tell you out loud, but if you look here.
*Marshall points at one of the bios on his desk. He then goes to pull out another but Xavier holds out his hand. *
XL: Stop, you had me at -
Marshall: shush!
*Xavier smirks again.*
XL: I’m in.
Marshall: Figured you might be, this is going to make him very happy.
XL: Oh I know it.
*Xavier extends his hand out to Marshall, "to make it official", and he takes a moment to consider shaking it, but eventually does.*
Marshall: Good, I’ll be in touch. Now get out of my office.
*Xavier smirks as he buttons his jacket and then heads out of the office as the scene transitions back to Greg T.O.M sitting on his porch. *
Greg T.O.M: Our third, and final entrant into the Hall of Fame for the class of 2023 is definitley the most controversial. There were many names discussed back and forth, men and women on the cusp, such as Supreme Machine, and Veronica Strader. But, in the end this man proved himself not only in the ring but also behind the scense in kayfabe as well. Ladies and Gentlemen, our third and final inductee into the Thunder Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame....
*The scene fades from the Hall of Fame video to darkness that is accompanied by a soundscape of ticking clocks.
Tick, tick, tick…
A zoomed-in shot of the TPW American Championship belt atop a table fades in. *
MMS (voice): New year. New times. New American Champion. I've traveled down a long road to this championship and with this victory I can put some things to rest. All the times I sat in quiet moments wondering if I can still do this have dissipated.
*A light in the room moves creating sparkles on the silver of the championship belt.*
MMS (voice): All the roadblocks and all the moments of revenge plotting against those who wronged me have been thrown into the forge and used to craft the silver of this beautiful belt. A physical representation of everywhere that Maxwell Mason Stone has been and where he will go as we move forward into this new time.
*The camera slowly starts to pull out. *
MMS (voice): I went through hell with a heated rival to win this championship. I'm unsure if we've closed our book or if we've just written another chapter but just in case Joe Montuori wants to turn the table and enact some revenge of his own, I have a little something on my side to help even the odds.
*Maxwell Mason Stone steps into the frame and picks the title belt off the table and places it around his shoulder. *
MMS (voice): I've made a lot of enemies since I've stepped back under the bright lights but not much in the way of friends. But as I said before, the past has melted away and here we are in a new age and not only am I going to redefine the American Championship in Thunder Pro Wrestling but I am also going to show that I can compete in a duos capacity as well and I'm going to compete with an old enemy who much like myself is focused on what the future brings.
*Footsteps can be heard over the ticking of the clocks and a moment later Devlin Knight enters the frame and stands next to Maxwell.*
Devlin Knight: Like they say, the Devlin is the friends you made along the way and sometimes the Devlin is in the details. As a I look over at Maxwell here I can't help but remember the things I have done to get me here. He forgave me and I am now serving my penance. Both of us going strong in our respective originating promotions and now with Max making an appearance with me in the WGWF, it's only fitting that I return the favour.
From this moment on, we're putting every tag-team in the S.E.X Cup on notice. Devlin Knight and Maxwell Mason Stone are a necessary requirement for a spot in the Cup and to become your new Champions. We are a necessary requirement to show people how to cut it, in duos competition... We're simply necessary.
Tick, tick, tick…
A zoomed-in shot of the TPW American Championship belt atop a table fades in. *
MMS (voice): New year. New times. New American Champion. I've traveled down a long road to this championship and with this victory I can put some things to rest. All the times I sat in quiet moments wondering if I can still do this have dissipated.
*A light in the room moves creating sparkles on the silver of the championship belt.*
MMS (voice): All the roadblocks and all the moments of revenge plotting against those who wronged me have been thrown into the forge and used to craft the silver of this beautiful belt. A physical representation of everywhere that Maxwell Mason Stone has been and where he will go as we move forward into this new time.
*The camera slowly starts to pull out. *
MMS (voice): I went through hell with a heated rival to win this championship. I'm unsure if we've closed our book or if we've just written another chapter but just in case Joe Montuori wants to turn the table and enact some revenge of his own, I have a little something on my side to help even the odds.
*Maxwell Mason Stone steps into the frame and picks the title belt off the table and places it around his shoulder. *
MMS (voice): I've made a lot of enemies since I've stepped back under the bright lights but not much in the way of friends. But as I said before, the past has melted away and here we are in a new age and not only am I going to redefine the American Championship in Thunder Pro Wrestling but I am also going to show that I can compete in a duos capacity as well and I'm going to compete with an old enemy who much like myself is focused on what the future brings.
*Footsteps can be heard over the ticking of the clocks and a moment later Devlin Knight enters the frame and stands next to Maxwell.*
Devlin Knight: Like they say, the Devlin is the friends you made along the way and sometimes the Devlin is in the details. As a I look over at Maxwell here I can't help but remember the things I have done to get me here. He forgave me and I am now serving my penance. Both of us going strong in our respective originating promotions and now with Max making an appearance with me in the WGWF, it's only fitting that I return the favour.
From this moment on, we're putting every tag-team in the S.E.X Cup on notice. Devlin Knight and Maxwell Mason Stone are a necessary requirement for a spot in the Cup and to become your new Champions. We are a necessary requirement to show people how to cut it, in duos competition... We're simply necessary.
*The scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to a banner for the 2024 S.E.X Cup. *
*The S.E.X Cup Graphic fades to the controlroom where we once again see Mark Markson and Nick Napier. *
Markson: BIG news with the revealing of Maxwell Mason Stone's partner for the Sports Entertainment Xpress Cup, none other than WGWF Superstar Devlin Knight.
Napier: Who cares about some WGWF trash? Terrible choice by Maxwell Mason Stone, it just shows how unlikable he is. Besides the Cabal has this baby in the bag.
Markson: Devlin Knight is a fine competitor, but this tournament is filled with THE best talent in the sport.
Napier: Well, stop making me wait and just show the tournament brackets.
Markson: For once Nick, I'm going to give you what you want, because it is what THE PEOPLE WANT!!!
Without furthuer ado, it is my honor and privilage to present you all with the third annual S.E.X Cup tournament brackets.
*The scene bracket fades to reveal a pleased Markson, and a shocked Napier. *
Napier: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!
Markson: What?
Napier: The Cabal get to take out Chris Page in the first round... YES! I LOVE IT!!! El Diablo Blanco and Leah Aguero are going to crush Chris Page, and the returning Robert Main.
Markson: That will be a huge match, but this tournament is full of huge matches. And what about the team of Peter Vaughn and JMont?
Napier: Uh, yeah... what is up with that. Is that what Mr. Marshall was talking to Peter Vaughan about earlier. I'll be honest that is my pick to win.
Markson: I'm not so sure about that, they have The Malvados in the first round. Plus, we still don't know who Jason Ca$he partner is.
Napier: If he's smart he'll pick Jimmy "The" King.
Markson: This tournament is loaded with huge matches, including our current Duos Champiosn Rogue's Gallery taking on the WGWF tag team of the year, The Show Stealerz.
Napier: Just another battle we will win against WGWF on the road to Uncivil War.
Markson: Without a doubt, this year's S.E.X Cup will be the biggest Cup yeat. But at this time we are going to take a look back at the 2023 S.E.X Cup finals between Duo Of The Year the Malvados and the team looking for redemption this year The Gangsters Of Christ.
Markson: Unusual for the Malvados to be getting booed so badly.
*We get a shot of Michael Dawson hanging from one cage above the ring and Leslie and Paco are shown in a second cage handing next to Michael Dawson as the Charlotte crowd is on fire. Jethro starts for the GOC while Hector starts off for the Duo’s Champions. Hector and Jethro circle each other and lock up in the center of the ring. They jockey for position before Jethro snatches a side headlock to a pop from the Charlotte crowd. Jethro cranks on the head only to have Hector drive several forearm smashes to the ribs of Jethro before backing him up into the ropes, Hector shoots Jethro across the ring with an Irish Whip, Jethro bounces off the near side where he plows over Hector with a running shoulder block taking down Hector Malvado. Hector jumps back up to his feet, shoving Jethro, drawing boos from the crowd.
Jethro and Hector go face-to-face as the Charlotte Coliseum is rocking.*
Markson: DUO’S CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE! S.E.X CUP FINALS! MALVADO BROTHERS VERSUS DAWSON BROTHERS! HERE WE GOOOOOO!!!
*Jethro starts spouting out at Hector who clearly responds before decking Jethro with a right hand, Jethro fires back with a right hand, Hector lands, Jethro lands, and Jethro lands another before being cut off with a thumb to the eye drawing boos from the crowd before driving a boot to the midsection of Jethro doubling him over. Hector locks in a front face lock and snaps off a vertical suplex, he twists his hips turns his body picks himself and Jethro up off the mat snapping off a second vertical suplex, Hector pops his hips and twists his body picking himself and Jethro up off the mat but before he can snap off the third it’s Jethro who snaps Hector over to a pop from the crowd! Jethro twists his hips turns his body picking himself and Hector up where he snaps off a second snap suplex to a louder pop! While on the mat Jethro transitions into an arm bar submission! The crowd roars in approval as the referee slides into position asking Hector to surrender. *
Markson: I don’t think there is anyway that Hector is going to tap out here.
Hotcakes: That is why Villano 16 is the ref, so he can understand if the Malvados say "I quit".
*Hector shakes off the referee before locking his hands together and shifting his weight sideways gaining the momentum to stack Jethro’s shoulders to the mat.
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THR…
Jethro kicks out and in the process releases the armbar. Both men are back to their feet with Hector lacing Jethro across the chest with an open-handed chop, Jethro comes back with a knife-edge chop to Hector! Hector comes back with an open-handed chop echoing throughout the Coliseum, Jethro comes back with an open-handed chop across the chest of Hector, Hector snatches a side headlock and this time it’s Jethro who backs Hector into the ropes and shoots him across the ring, Hector bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat from Jethro while taking a back waist lock and snapping off a German Suplex with a bridge.
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THR…
Jethro escapes with a kick out and Hector is back to his feet stomping down on Jethro garnering boos from the Charlotte crowd. Hector reaches down picking Jethro up off the mat and rocks him with a European Uppercut that sends Jethro back into the Duo’s champions corner. Hector comes toward the corner where Jethro drives a boot to the midsection and turns and decks Victor with a right hand dropping Victor to one knee, Jethro spins around decking Hector with a right hand followed by a second and then a third as he fights out of the Malvado corner sending Hector down to the mat. *
Markson: Back to back pinfall attempts, but I think it’s still too early for either team to get a pin.
Hotcakes: I absolutely agree Mark, it is too early into the match for one of these teams to catch a fast pin.
*Jethro charges toward Hector who gets to one knee and counters with a drop-toe hold! Hector holds onto the right ankle while reaching out toward his corner and Victor tags in. Victor immediately scales the turnbuckles where he leaps off with a Diving Elbow to the spine of Jethro! Hector rolls to the outside while Victor makes the cover.
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THRE…
Jethro escapes with a kick out blowing the roof off the Charlotte Coliseum. Victor Malvado is up to his feet picking Jethro up where he drives him back into a neutral corner. Pope is seen trying to rally Jethro on as Victor lays in several shoulder blocks to the midsection. Victor steps up to the middle rope and starts hammering down with right hands to the forehead of Jethro to the massive boos from the crowd. *
Markson: Normally the Gangsters of Christ wouldn’t be fan favorites, but I guess we are pretty close to Lizard Lick.
Hotcakes: Well, that and people aren’t as cultuarly acceptive in 1989.
*Victor lands five right hands but before he can land his sixth Jethro snatches the legs of Victor and walks out from the corner and drops him face-first off the top turnbuckle! Pope rallies Jethro on as the Charlotte crowd cheers loudly. Jethro starts to crawl toward his corner when Hector drops down to the floor and rushes around the ring where he yanks Pope off the apron causing him to bounce face-first off the ring apron. The referee admonishes Hector from the ring as he holds up both hands and comes back around to his corner. Jethro uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet only where he spins around decking Victor with a right hand, followed by a second only to be cut off with a double thrust to the throat. Victor takes Jethro and drives him back into Malvado territory where tags Hector back into the ring. Victor takes Jethro across into a neutral corner where he shoots him across the ring and crashes into the opposite buckles. Victor charges in with a Splash that drops Jethro to a seated position against the buckles for Hector who rushes across the ring with a Cannonball into Jethro!
Hector drags Jethro out from the corner and makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
The crowd roars as Pope enters the ring pulling Hector off the cover to a pop from the crowd. *
Markson: Pope definitely saved his brother right there.
Hotcakes: Brothers make the best teams, and we are seeing the two best teams battle it out here tonight. How fitting that they are both brother teams.
*Pope is forced out to the ring apron while Hector gets back to his feet. Hector stomps away at Jethro before turning and decking Pope with a right hand that draws the youngster into the ring where he’s cut off by the referee but this allows Victor to illegally enter the ring where Hector sends Jethro into the ropes and delivers a back body drop that Victor coverts into sitout powerbomb! Hector turns and smacks his hands together behind the referee back as he gets Pope back out to the apron. The referee turns around to see Victor with a cover on Jethro.
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THRE…
Jethro escapes to a thunderous ovation from the home state crowd. Victor cuts his eyes toward the referee who shows him two fingers. Victor steps back to his feet where he picks up Jethro and takes him back into the ropes. Victor shoots Jethro across the ring with an Irish Whip. Jethro bounces off the ropes as we see Victor duck his head for a back body drop only to have the roof explode as Jethro counters with a swinging neckbreaker! The referee starts to lay the count to both men. *
Markson: I FEEL LIKE THINGS ARE HEATING UP!!!
Hotcakes: The roof is gooing to come off this place when Jethro Dawson makes that tag.
*The crowd rallies Jethro on as the referee reaches a five-count. Jethro starts to crawl toward Pope who has his hand extended out toward the ring. Hector illegally enters the ring and rushes across but he’s caught by the referee. The referee gets Hector back out to the ring apron just as Jethro lunges and makes the tag! Charlotte explodes as Pope enters the ring only to have the referee spin around and cut him off as he never saw the tag! *
Markson: Those dastardly Malvados.
Hotcakes: Classic tag team distraction baby.
*The crowd boos intently as Pope is forced back out to the ring apron while we see Jethro using the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet where he is spun around by Victor who lands a thumb to the eye that shifts the cheers back to boos. We get shots of the managers hanging above the ring as they shout various instructions down to the ring. Victor takes Jethro and drives him back into a neutral corner. Victor lays in a series of reverse elbows before hoisting Jethro up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Victor lands a stiff open-handed chop across the chest of Jethro that echoes throughout the Coliseum! Victor steps up on the middle turnbuckle followed by the top rope where he looks to snap off a Top Rope Frankensteiner! The crowd erupts as Jethro counters with a Sit-Out Liger Bomb!
“G.O.C! G.O.C! G.O.C!” starts echoing from all over the Charlotte Coliseum.
The referee starts laying the standing ten count to both Victor and Jethro! *
Markson: Both men are down, who will get the tag first.
Hotcakes: Maybe neither, maybe they both get counted out.
Markson: I seriously doubt that.
Hotcakes: Anything's possible.
*The referee reaches a four count before Jethro starts to stir as does Victor. Both men start crawling toward their corners, and at the seven count Victor makes the tag to Hector who quickly steps into the ring and runs across grabbing Jethro by the right boot, Jethro rolls over to his back kicking Hector backward and down to the mat. Charlotte blows the roof off the Coliseum as Jethro lunges toward his corner making the tag to Pope! Pope enters the ring like a house of fire as he decks Hector to a thunderous pop knocking him down to the mat! Victor enters the ring and eats a boot to the midsection by Pope who snaps him over with a suplex. Pope pops back up to his feet catching Hector coming in with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Pope scoops up Hector and takes him toward a neutral corner where he ties him up to the tree of woe! Hector hangs upside down as Pope backs away from the corner and points at Hector bringing a huge roar from the crowd. *
Markson: THIS CHARLOTTE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY!
Hotcakes: Not as crazy as Leslie and Paco are going in that cage above us.
*Pope charges toward the corner with a baseball slide dropkick to the face of Hector! Pope pops back up to his feet and backs up against the ropes where Victor is shown looking to send Pope over the top rope with a running lariat, Pope ducks out of the way and low bridges the top rope sending Victor spilling out to the floor. Pope snatches up Hector Malvado, Jethro steps back into the ring and hops up on the middle ropes while Pope sets up Hector in position for a Piledriver. Jethro comes off the middle rope effectively delivering a Spike Piledriver to Hector! Jethro rolls out to the floor as Pope rolls over Hector making the cover by hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
Victor slides back into the ring diving on top of Pope breaking the count! The referee admonishes Victor and gets him back out to the ring apron while Pope is seen getting back to his feet where he turns and decks Victor off the ring apron with a hard right hand! Pope turns back around and starts sizing Hector up for the Curb Stomp. Charlotte starts getting louder and louder with anticipation. Hector rolls over to his chest and starts pushing himself up off the mat, Pope explodes out from the corner where he looks to deliver the Last Rites! Hector rolls out of the way at the last second sending Pope stomping down into the mat.
Hector quickly rolls Pope up with a School Boy.
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THRE…
Pope kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd. Pope is the first to his feet with Hector not far behind where he meets a boot to the midsection followed by a Falcon Arrow from Pope! Pope makes the cover.
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THRE…
Another kick out by Hector.*
Markson: Multiple kick outs here. Both teams are dipping into their reserves for this one.
Hotcakes: I’m getting dizzy just watching this action, maybe that is how Dan got to be the way he is.
*Pope is back to his feet where he tags Jethro back into the contest. Jethro enters and picks Hector up while Pope steps out to the ring apron. Jethro sets up Hector for a reverse DDT into a backbreaker that’s transitioned into a Dragon Sleeper! The crowd roars loudly while the referee slides into position and starts asking Hector to give up! *
Markson: Is Hector Malvado going to submit?
Hotcakes: Those Malvados are tough, but that dragon sleeper is locked in deep.
*The crowd gets louder and louder as Jethro cranks back on the Dragon Sleeper desperately looking for the submission on Hector Malvado. Victor slips back into the ring blasting Jethro from behind causing the hold to be broken. The Charlotte crowd erupts with boos, the referee admonishes Victor as he gets him back out to the ring apron. Jethro starts getting back to his feet where he reaches down picking Hector up off the mat. Jethro laces Hector with a stiff knife-edge chop across the chest echoing throughout the arena. Jethro takes Hector back into the ropes where he looking for an Irish Whip, Hector counters and Jethro is sent into the ropes where Victor drives a knee across Jethro’s lower back sending him staggering toward Hector who lands a Sky High!
Hector starts working his way back up to his feet where he picks up Jethro and takes him back into the ropes where Hector tags in Victor, Victor enters the ring where he and Hector shoot Jethro across the ring, Jethro bounces off the far side where the Malvado’s land a double dropkick.
Victor makes the cover as Hector escapes out to the ring apron.
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THRE…
Jethro kicks out to another thunderous ovation! The managers can be seen hanging above the ring continuing to shout various instructions to their respective teams. *
Markson: Even the contestants own family and managers can’t believe this action.
Hotcakes: No one will be able to accuse the Malvados or GOC of phoning this match in.
*Victor gets to both knees holding out three fingers but is only shown two by the referee. Victor steps back up to his feet where he reaches down picking Jethro up. He drives Jethro back into the ropes where Pope makes the blind tag. Jethro is shot across the ring, Jethro latches on to the top rope, Gabe slips into the ring behind Victor and connects with a Superkick to the back of the head sending him staggering toward Jethro who comes off the ropes with a Discus Lariat turning Victor inside out while Pope blasts Hector off the ring apron and quickly steps out to the ring apron! Pope starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle where he has his sites set on Victor!
The roof explodes as Pope lands a Frog Splash on Victor and holds for the cover with a hook of the leg.
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THRE…
Victor escapes with a kick out to a collective gasp from the Charlotte crowd as we were inches away from crowning new Duo’s Champions! A chant of “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” echoes throughout the arena. *
Markson: THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Hotcakes: Wait, fans didn’t chant this in the eighties.
*Jethro is back out on the ring apron while Pope gets back to his feet. He reaches down picking Victor up off the mat where he scoops him up and slams him down on the canvass. Pope steps back out to the ring apron where he starts climbing back up to the top rope. He sizes up Victor before coming off the top with a Diving Elbow Drop! Victor rolls out of the way sending Pope crashing and burning! Victor rolls toward his corner where Hector has climbed back up on the apron to make the tag. Hector enters the ring picking Pope up where he body slams him. Victor is back up to his feet. Hector and Victor lock eyes and nod, Hector bounces off one side of the ropes while Victor bounces off the opposite and delivers stereo Rolling Thunders with Victor landing across the lower half of Pope while Hector crashes down on the upper body.
The Malvado’s pop back up to their feet and give off a trademark Terry Marshall point. *
Markson: THE MALVADOS ARE THUNDERNG UP!!!
Hotcakes: They can’t do that, that is trademarked.
*Victor steps out to the apron while Hector drops down into a cover.
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THRE…
Pope kicks out! Hector calls for a faster count while he gets to a vertical base. Hector reaches down picking Pope up off the mat where he laces him across the chest with an open-handed chop. It’s followed by a second, then a third before Hector bounces off the ropes only to be met with a snap powerslam by Pope! Pope makes the cover with a hook of the leg. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: This action is unbelievable, a match truly worth the S.E.X Cup finals.
Hotcakes: Beatiful Bobby Eaton would be proud of this one.
*Jethro pulls Hector up, and lifts him for a bodyslam, but as he does Hector floats over his shoulder and grabs a waist lock. Hector runs Jethro into the ropes, and rolls Jethro back with an O’Connor roll, but Hector didn’t see Jethro tag Gabe. Gabe step in and nails Hector with a superkick. Hector goes down, and Victor, not seeing the tag storms in, upset at the illegal double team.
Referee Villano 16 is distracted, ordering Victor out of the ring when Michael yells down at his sons getting their attention. Michael drops a chan down to Gabe, and Gabe begins wrapping it around his fist. Jethro pulls Hector up and holds him as Gabe goes in for a big punch, but Hector ducks and Gabe blast Jethro with the chain, knocking Jethro out of the ring. Gabe is in shock knocking his brother up and Hector rolls him up as Refree Villano 16 turns around to make the count. *
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*We get a shot of Michael Dawson hanging from one cage above the ring and Leslie and Paco are shown in a second cage handing next to Michael Dawson as the Charlotte crowd is on fire. Jethro starts for the GOC while Hector starts off for the Duo’s Champions. Hector and Jethro circle each other and lock up in the center of the ring. They jockey for position before Jethro snatches a side headlock to a pop from the Charlotte crowd. Jethro cranks on the head only to have Hector drive several forearm smashes to the ribs of Jethro before backing him up into the ropes, Hector shoots Jethro across the ring with an Irish Whip, Jethro bounces off the near side where he plows over Hector with a running shoulder block taking down Hector Malvado. Hector jumps back up to his feet, shoving Jethro, drawing boos from the crowd.
Jethro and Hector go face-to-face as the Charlotte Coliseum is rocking.*
Markson: DUO’S CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE! S.E.X CUP FINALS! MALVADO BROTHERS VERSUS DAWSON BROTHERS! HERE WE GOOOOOO!!!
*Jethro starts spouting out at Hector who clearly responds before decking Jethro with a right hand, Jethro fires back with a right hand, Hector lands, Jethro lands, and Jethro lands another before being cut off with a thumb to the eye drawing boos from the crowd before driving a boot to the midsection of Jethro doubling him over. Hector locks in a front face lock and snaps off a vertical suplex, he twists his hips turns his body picks himself and Jethro up off the mat snapping off a second vertical suplex, Hector pops his hips and twists his body picking himself and Jethro up off the mat but before he can snap off the third it’s Jethro who snaps Hector over to a pop from the crowd! Jethro twists his hips turns his body picking himself and Hector up where he snaps off a second snap suplex to a louder pop! While on the mat Jethro transitions into an arm bar submission! The crowd roars in approval as the referee slides into position asking Hector to surrender. *
Markson: I don’t think there is anyway that Hector is going to tap out here.
Hotcakes: That is why Villano 16 is the ref, so he can understand if the Malvados say "I quit".
*Hector shakes off the referee before locking his hands together and shifting his weight sideways gaining the momentum to stack Jethro’s shoulders to the mat.
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THR…
Jethro kicks out and in the process releases the armbar. Both men are back to their feet with Hector lacing Jethro across the chest with an open-handed chop, Jethro comes back with a knife-edge chop to Hector! Hector comes back with an open-handed chop echoing throughout the Coliseum, Jethro comes back with an open-handed chop across the chest of Hector, Hector snatches a side headlock and this time it’s Jethro who backs Hector into the ropes and shoots him across the ring, Hector bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat from Jethro while taking a back waist lock and snapping off a German Suplex with a bridge.
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Jethro escapes with a kick out and Hector is back to his feet stomping down on Jethro garnering boos from the Charlotte crowd. Hector reaches down picking Jethro up off the mat and rocks him with a European Uppercut that sends Jethro back into the Duo’s champions corner. Hector comes toward the corner where Jethro drives a boot to the midsection and turns and decks Victor with a right hand dropping Victor to one knee, Jethro spins around decking Hector with a right hand followed by a second and then a third as he fights out of the Malvado corner sending Hector down to the mat. *
Markson: Back to back pinfall attempts, but I think it’s still too early for either team to get a pin.
Hotcakes: I absolutely agree Mark, it is too early into the match for one of these teams to catch a fast pin.
*Jethro charges toward Hector who gets to one knee and counters with a drop-toe hold! Hector holds onto the right ankle while reaching out toward his corner and Victor tags in. Victor immediately scales the turnbuckles where he leaps off with a Diving Elbow to the spine of Jethro! Hector rolls to the outside while Victor makes the cover.
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THRE…
Jethro escapes with a kick out blowing the roof off the Charlotte Coliseum. Victor Malvado is up to his feet picking Jethro up where he drives him back into a neutral corner. Pope is seen trying to rally Jethro on as Victor lays in several shoulder blocks to the midsection. Victor steps up to the middle rope and starts hammering down with right hands to the forehead of Jethro to the massive boos from the crowd. *
Markson: Normally the Gangsters of Christ wouldn’t be fan favorites, but I guess we are pretty close to Lizard Lick.
Hotcakes: Well, that and people aren’t as cultuarly acceptive in 1989.
*Victor lands five right hands but before he can land his sixth Jethro snatches the legs of Victor and walks out from the corner and drops him face-first off the top turnbuckle! Pope rallies Jethro on as the Charlotte crowd cheers loudly. Jethro starts to crawl toward his corner when Hector drops down to the floor and rushes around the ring where he yanks Pope off the apron causing him to bounce face-first off the ring apron. The referee admonishes Hector from the ring as he holds up both hands and comes back around to his corner. Jethro uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet only where he spins around decking Victor with a right hand, followed by a second only to be cut off with a double thrust to the throat. Victor takes Jethro and drives him back into Malvado territory where tags Hector back into the ring. Victor takes Jethro across into a neutral corner where he shoots him across the ring and crashes into the opposite buckles. Victor charges in with a Splash that drops Jethro to a seated position against the buckles for Hector who rushes across the ring with a Cannonball into Jethro!
Hector drags Jethro out from the corner and makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
The crowd roars as Pope enters the ring pulling Hector off the cover to a pop from the crowd. *
Markson: Pope definitely saved his brother right there.
Hotcakes: Brothers make the best teams, and we are seeing the two best teams battle it out here tonight. How fitting that they are both brother teams.
*Pope is forced out to the ring apron while Hector gets back to his feet. Hector stomps away at Jethro before turning and decking Pope with a right hand that draws the youngster into the ring where he’s cut off by the referee but this allows Victor to illegally enter the ring where Hector sends Jethro into the ropes and delivers a back body drop that Victor coverts into sitout powerbomb! Hector turns and smacks his hands together behind the referee back as he gets Pope back out to the apron. The referee turns around to see Victor with a cover on Jethro.
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THRE…
Jethro escapes to a thunderous ovation from the home state crowd. Victor cuts his eyes toward the referee who shows him two fingers. Victor steps back to his feet where he picks up Jethro and takes him back into the ropes. Victor shoots Jethro across the ring with an Irish Whip. Jethro bounces off the ropes as we see Victor duck his head for a back body drop only to have the roof explode as Jethro counters with a swinging neckbreaker! The referee starts to lay the count to both men. *
Markson: I FEEL LIKE THINGS ARE HEATING UP!!!
Hotcakes: The roof is gooing to come off this place when Jethro Dawson makes that tag.
*The crowd rallies Jethro on as the referee reaches a five-count. Jethro starts to crawl toward Pope who has his hand extended out toward the ring. Hector illegally enters the ring and rushes across but he’s caught by the referee. The referee gets Hector back out to the ring apron just as Jethro lunges and makes the tag! Charlotte explodes as Pope enters the ring only to have the referee spin around and cut him off as he never saw the tag! *
Markson: Those dastardly Malvados.
Hotcakes: Classic tag team distraction baby.
*The crowd boos intently as Pope is forced back out to the ring apron while we see Jethro using the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet where he is spun around by Victor who lands a thumb to the eye that shifts the cheers back to boos. We get shots of the managers hanging above the ring as they shout various instructions down to the ring. Victor takes Jethro and drives him back into a neutral corner. Victor lays in a series of reverse elbows before hoisting Jethro up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Victor lands a stiff open-handed chop across the chest of Jethro that echoes throughout the Coliseum! Victor steps up on the middle turnbuckle followed by the top rope where he looks to snap off a Top Rope Frankensteiner! The crowd erupts as Jethro counters with a Sit-Out Liger Bomb!
“G.O.C! G.O.C! G.O.C!” starts echoing from all over the Charlotte Coliseum.
The referee starts laying the standing ten count to both Victor and Jethro! *
Markson: Both men are down, who will get the tag first.
Hotcakes: Maybe neither, maybe they both get counted out.
Markson: I seriously doubt that.
Hotcakes: Anything's possible.
*The referee reaches a four count before Jethro starts to stir as does Victor. Both men start crawling toward their corners, and at the seven count Victor makes the tag to Hector who quickly steps into the ring and runs across grabbing Jethro by the right boot, Jethro rolls over to his back kicking Hector backward and down to the mat. Charlotte blows the roof off the Coliseum as Jethro lunges toward his corner making the tag to Pope! Pope enters the ring like a house of fire as he decks Hector to a thunderous pop knocking him down to the mat! Victor enters the ring and eats a boot to the midsection by Pope who snaps him over with a suplex. Pope pops back up to his feet catching Hector coming in with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Pope scoops up Hector and takes him toward a neutral corner where he ties him up to the tree of woe! Hector hangs upside down as Pope backs away from the corner and points at Hector bringing a huge roar from the crowd. *
Markson: THIS CHARLOTTE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY!
Hotcakes: Not as crazy as Leslie and Paco are going in that cage above us.
*Pope charges toward the corner with a baseball slide dropkick to the face of Hector! Pope pops back up to his feet and backs up against the ropes where Victor is shown looking to send Pope over the top rope with a running lariat, Pope ducks out of the way and low bridges the top rope sending Victor spilling out to the floor. Pope snatches up Hector Malvado, Jethro steps back into the ring and hops up on the middle ropes while Pope sets up Hector in position for a Piledriver. Jethro comes off the middle rope effectively delivering a Spike Piledriver to Hector! Jethro rolls out to the floor as Pope rolls over Hector making the cover by hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Victor slides back into the ring diving on top of Pope breaking the count! The referee admonishes Victor and gets him back out to the ring apron while Pope is seen getting back to his feet where he turns and decks Victor off the ring apron with a hard right hand! Pope turns back around and starts sizing Hector up for the Curb Stomp. Charlotte starts getting louder and louder with anticipation. Hector rolls over to his chest and starts pushing himself up off the mat, Pope explodes out from the corner where he looks to deliver the Last Rites! Hector rolls out of the way at the last second sending Pope stomping down into the mat.
Hector quickly rolls Pope up with a School Boy.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Pope kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd. Pope is the first to his feet with Hector not far behind where he meets a boot to the midsection followed by a Falcon Arrow from Pope! Pope makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Another kick out by Hector.*
Markson: Multiple kick outs here. Both teams are dipping into their reserves for this one.
Hotcakes: I’m getting dizzy just watching this action, maybe that is how Dan got to be the way he is.
*Pope is back to his feet where he tags Jethro back into the contest. Jethro enters and picks Hector up while Pope steps out to the ring apron. Jethro sets up Hector for a reverse DDT into a backbreaker that’s transitioned into a Dragon Sleeper! The crowd roars loudly while the referee slides into position and starts asking Hector to give up! *
Markson: Is Hector Malvado going to submit?
Hotcakes: Those Malvados are tough, but that dragon sleeper is locked in deep.
*The crowd gets louder and louder as Jethro cranks back on the Dragon Sleeper desperately looking for the submission on Hector Malvado. Victor slips back into the ring blasting Jethro from behind causing the hold to be broken. The Charlotte crowd erupts with boos, the referee admonishes Victor as he gets him back out to the ring apron. Jethro starts getting back to his feet where he reaches down picking Hector up off the mat. Jethro laces Hector with a stiff knife-edge chop across the chest echoing throughout the arena. Jethro takes Hector back into the ropes where he looking for an Irish Whip, Hector counters and Jethro is sent into the ropes where Victor drives a knee across Jethro’s lower back sending him staggering toward Hector who lands a Sky High!
Hector starts working his way back up to his feet where he picks up Jethro and takes him back into the ropes where Hector tags in Victor, Victor enters the ring where he and Hector shoot Jethro across the ring, Jethro bounces off the far side where the Malvado’s land a double dropkick.
Victor makes the cover as Hector escapes out to the ring apron.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Jethro kicks out to another thunderous ovation! The managers can be seen hanging above the ring continuing to shout various instructions to their respective teams. *
Markson: Even the contestants own family and managers can’t believe this action.
Hotcakes: No one will be able to accuse the Malvados or GOC of phoning this match in.
*Victor gets to both knees holding out three fingers but is only shown two by the referee. Victor steps back up to his feet where he reaches down picking Jethro up. He drives Jethro back into the ropes where Pope makes the blind tag. Jethro is shot across the ring, Jethro latches on to the top rope, Gabe slips into the ring behind Victor and connects with a Superkick to the back of the head sending him staggering toward Jethro who comes off the ropes with a Discus Lariat turning Victor inside out while Pope blasts Hector off the ring apron and quickly steps out to the ring apron! Pope starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle where he has his sites set on Victor!
The roof explodes as Pope lands a Frog Splash on Victor and holds for the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Victor escapes with a kick out to a collective gasp from the Charlotte crowd as we were inches away from crowning new Duo’s Champions! A chant of “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” echoes throughout the arena. *
Markson: THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Hotcakes: Wait, fans didn’t chant this in the eighties.
*Jethro is back out on the ring apron while Pope gets back to his feet. He reaches down picking Victor up off the mat where he scoops him up and slams him down on the canvass. Pope steps back out to the ring apron where he starts climbing back up to the top rope. He sizes up Victor before coming off the top with a Diving Elbow Drop! Victor rolls out of the way sending Pope crashing and burning! Victor rolls toward his corner where Hector has climbed back up on the apron to make the tag. Hector enters the ring picking Pope up where he body slams him. Victor is back up to his feet. Hector and Victor lock eyes and nod, Hector bounces off one side of the ropes while Victor bounces off the opposite and delivers stereo Rolling Thunders with Victor landing across the lower half of Pope while Hector crashes down on the upper body.
The Malvado’s pop back up to their feet and give off a trademark Terry Marshall point. *
Markson: THE MALVADOS ARE THUNDERNG UP!!!
Hotcakes: They can’t do that, that is trademarked.
*Victor steps out to the apron while Hector drops down into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Pope kicks out! Hector calls for a faster count while he gets to a vertical base. Hector reaches down picking Pope up off the mat where he laces him across the chest with an open-handed chop. It’s followed by a second, then a third before Hector bounces off the ropes only to be met with a snap powerslam by Pope! Pope makes the cover with a hook of the leg. *
1!!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Markson: This action is unbelievable, a match truly worth the S.E.X Cup finals.
Hotcakes: Beatiful Bobby Eaton would be proud of this one.
*Jethro pulls Hector up, and lifts him for a bodyslam, but as he does Hector floats over his shoulder and grabs a waist lock. Hector runs Jethro into the ropes, and rolls Jethro back with an O’Connor roll, but Hector didn’t see Jethro tag Gabe. Gabe step in and nails Hector with a superkick. Hector goes down, and Victor, not seeing the tag storms in, upset at the illegal double team.
Referee Villano 16 is distracted, ordering Victor out of the ring when Michael yells down at his sons getting their attention. Michael drops a chan down to Gabe, and Gabe begins wrapping it around his fist. Jethro pulls Hector up and holds him as Gabe goes in for a big punch, but Hector ducks and Gabe blast Jethro with the chain, knocking Jethro out of the ring. Gabe is in shock knocking his brother up and Hector rolls him up as Refree Villano 16 turns around to make the count. *
1…
2…
THRRRRR…. KICKOUT!
Markson: GABE DAWSON BLASTED HIS BROTHER!!!
Hotcakes: I’ve heard of cousins doing that in Lizard Lick, but not brothers.
Markson: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TONIGHT HARRY?
Hotckaes: What? Family Fueds, I’m talking family fights. What is wrong with you tonight Mark?
*Gabe kicks out and rolls up to his feet. Hector is slowly getting to his feet and Gabe steps forward to nail him with the chain that is still around his hand, as he does Referee Villano 16 catches Gabe’s arm and orders him to drop the chain. Gabe and the Ref are arguing and don’t notice Victor jumping into the ring and rolling Hector out.
Gabe drops the chain, and Villano throws it out of the ring. Gabe sees Victor (thinking it is Hector), and grabs him, but as he does Victor catches him with a small package. *
1…
2…
THRRRRR… KICKOUT!
Markson: I THOUGHT VICTOR HAD HIM!!!
Hotcakes: I think it is the first time the twin switch has failed for the Malvados.
*Gabe kicks out and rolls to his feet, and is up at the same time as Victor. Gabe goes for a spinning back fist, but VIctor ducks and charges into the ropes. Victor jumps to the second rope and goes for a springboard turn around cross body, but Gabe catches Victor in a gut buster. Gabe comes to his feet and backs into the corner ready to deliver the Last Rites (Curb Stomp), but as he does Hector runs down the ring apron and headbutts Gabe in the side of the head.
Gabe instantly falls to the mat and appears to be out cold. Victor pushes himself to his feet and grabs Gabe pulling him out of the corner. Victor tags in in Hector and each brother heads to a turnbuckle. The brothers climb to the top ropes and deliver El Fin (Double Frog-splash from Opposite Corners) to Gabe. Hector makes the cover while Victor dives out of the ring onto Jethro to stop him from getting into the ring. *
1…
2…
3…
Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS…. S.E.X CUP CHAMPIONS, AND STILLLLLLL DUOS CHAMPIONS… THE MALVADOS!!!
*The shot cuts back to the Malvados with Leslie and Paco who have been let out of their cage. Paco holds the Duos championship belts over his head while Victor and Hector each hold one of the S.E.X Cup trophies as the shot fades to a commercial break. *
Markson: GABE DAWSON BLASTED HIS BROTHER!!!
Hotcakes: I’ve heard of cousins doing that in Lizard Lick, but not brothers.
Markson: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TONIGHT HARRY?
Hotckaes: What? Family Fueds, I’m talking family fights. What is wrong with you tonight Mark?
*Gabe kicks out and rolls up to his feet. Hector is slowly getting to his feet and Gabe steps forward to nail him with the chain that is still around his hand, as he does Referee Villano 16 catches Gabe’s arm and orders him to drop the chain. Gabe and the Ref are arguing and don’t notice Victor jumping into the ring and rolling Hector out.
Gabe drops the chain, and Villano throws it out of the ring. Gabe sees Victor (thinking it is Hector), and grabs him, but as he does Victor catches him with a small package. *
1…
2…
THRRRRR… KICKOUT!
Markson: I THOUGHT VICTOR HAD HIM!!!
Hotcakes: I think it is the first time the twin switch has failed for the Malvados.
*Gabe kicks out and rolls to his feet, and is up at the same time as Victor. Gabe goes for a spinning back fist, but VIctor ducks and charges into the ropes. Victor jumps to the second rope and goes for a springboard turn around cross body, but Gabe catches Victor in a gut buster. Gabe comes to his feet and backs into the corner ready to deliver the Last Rites (Curb Stomp), but as he does Hector runs down the ring apron and headbutts Gabe in the side of the head.
Gabe instantly falls to the mat and appears to be out cold. Victor pushes himself to his feet and grabs Gabe pulling him out of the corner. Victor tags in in Hector and each brother heads to a turnbuckle. The brothers climb to the top ropes and deliver El Fin (Double Frog-splash from Opposite Corners) to Gabe. Hector makes the cover while Victor dives out of the ring onto Jethro to stop him from getting into the ring. *
1…
2…
3…
Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS…. S.E.X CUP CHAMPIONS, AND STILLLLLLL DUOS CHAMPIONS… THE MALVADOS!!!
*The shot cuts back to the Malvados with Leslie and Paco who have been let out of their cage. Paco holds the Duos championship belts over his head while Victor and Hector each hold one of the S.E.X Cup trophies as the shot fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to the control room. *
Markson: Welcome back Thunderamaniacs. It is now time for the award that everyone has been waiting for, Wrestler Of The Year.
Napier: Oh, I can't wait for The Cabal to get more gold.
Markson: Well, currently the Cabal has no gold. This is a trophy so it doesn't count.
Napier: Why are you the way that you are?
Markson: The voting for Wrestler of the Year was very close this year, and in the end the runner-up Junk Souma lost by only two votes to the winner. So, unfortunatley it is my duty to announce to you, your 2023 Wrestler Of The Year...
Napier: YES! YES! YES! SUCK IT MATT KNOX!!!
Markson: Very professional Nick. But, while the year may not have ended the way Peter Vaughn would have liked, he was dominant through majority of 2023, leaving no doubt that he was indeed the wrestler of the year for 2023, but 2024 may be a different story.
Napier: 2024, Vaughn wins the S.E.X Cup, mark it down.
Markson: Peter Vaughn has a long road in front of him to win the S.E.X Cup. However we are here to recap 2023, so we will leave you with one of Peter Vaughn's best moments of 2023, the night he recapture the International Championship to become the only two-time champion in TPW History.
DING! DING! DING!
*No flinch. Nothing from either man as they stay at an arm’s length near the center of the ring even as the last echo from the bell fades away. Both of them stand there still going back and forth with a couple last minute words, however, with each passing second the crowd gets louder and louder. Just before the crowd riots from the anticipation, Vaughn fires a right hand into the jaw of the champion! Tact gives very little ground as he braces himself and turns his head back for another shot from Vaughn. A third right hand from Vaughn and Tact still hasn’t backed up much, Vaughn goes for a fourth right hand but Tact swipes it aside like an insect and fires a right hand of his own!! This rocks Vaughn backwards in the ring, nearly sending him through the top and middle ropes and also brings this crowd to its feet in the process. *
Markson: Big haymaker there and that rocked Peter Vaughn! Vaughn might be wise not to try and go toe-to-toe with the champion or this might not take that long. Vaughn stumbles right into a second big right hand shot and Vaughn hits the mat hard and goes to the outside!
Napier: Great tactical smarts by Peter Vaughn, this is not a race, this is going to be a marathon. Take your time, get outside of the ring and recover, you’ve got the use of a ten count might as well use it.
Markson: And he might need all ten of those seconds to shake the cobwebs after that second big right hand.
*Vaughn, from the outside of the ring, complains towards the referee about Tact using a closed fist. Slowly and taking as much time as needed here, Vaughn begins to climb back up onto the ring apron making sure that the champion is being held back the required amount of space by the referee so he can safely re-enter the ring. His words, not mine. Vaughn dips his head through the ropes and Tact sprints forward, but Vaughn quickly leaps down onto the floor once again causing the crowd to boo him loudly. Vaughn sort of struts about the outside as the referee backs Tact up in the ring trying to get this match going again. Vaughn eventually makes his way back up onto the ring apron and ducks his head in again before finally re-entering the ring. *
Napier: These mutants that some might call fans obviously don’t understand, like I do, that all Peter Vaughn is doing is playing some mind games here with the champion. Get the man flustered and get the man off of his game.
Markson: Really? Because it looks like he’s stalling to me.
Napier: You wouldn’t know, you’ve never been in that ring. That’s a ring tactician right there.
*Vaughn is finally back into the ring before the referee allows the champion another chance to charge at his challenger here, Vaughn is quick and is able to do a step-behind move and hook the champion in a rear waist lock hold. Vaughn attempts to lift up the 260lbs of his opponent, but Tact puts a quick end to that with a back elbow shot to the side of Vaughn’s skull. Vaughn is dazed from the strike and stumbles off of the ropes right into a torture rack lift from Tact! Tact spins…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
…and connects with a spinout powerbomb that drops Peter Vaughn dead center in the ring with a heavy thud! Tact hooks the legs of the challenger. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--NO, SHOULDER UP!
Markson: That nearly had him there, Larry Tact hitting the Tactilizer mere minutes into this match and he nearly ends this match with it.
Napier: I’ll admit it, Tact caught him there. Vaughn gambled big and Tact was able to counter his big gamble and nearly steal this match.
Markson: And once again Peter Vaughn is rolling to the outside of the ring.
*A huge chorus of boos go up as Vaughn rolls to the outside once again, Vaughn’s not as confident this time as he’s actually using this time to catch his breath after nearly being stunned for a three count. As Vaughn walks around the ring he begins to get into it with a few of the ringside fans, this distraction is all Larry Tact needs in order to slide to the outside and give chase! Vaughn slides into the ring for escape and as Tact does the same Vaughn is there with a quick series of stomps and punches to the champion!! Tact tries to get up even with the onslaught from Vaughn, but Vaughn cuts the six and a half feet champion down with a clip to the back of his knee!! Vaughn begins to take advantage of that opening. *
Markson: And like blood in the water to a shark, Peter Vaughn begins to unload on that right leg of the champion now.
Napier: Are you still on the whole he was stalling thing? Or do you now understand that I was right in the tactical thing? He’s a killer in that ring.
Markson: Peter Vaughn is certainly showing his vicious side now, I’ll give you that much.
Napier: And soon you can call him champ.
*Vaughn continues to work over the leg and knee of the champion. Vaughn holds the leg up in the air with one arm and then drops an elbow with the other arm right into the knee joint, from here he transitions right into a single leg grapevine pulling the leg up as much as possible. The referee checks in on the champion, who immediately shakes off the idea of giving up to this and begins to dig his claws into the mat and begins to power himself towards the nearest ring ropes. After a few moments where Vaughn leans into the leg lock as much as possible, Tact is able to grip the bottom ropes with his hand forcing the referee to break the hold. Vaughn waits until the count of four before he slides to the outside of the ring once again. *
Napier: The damage being done now is going to take away the height advantage of Larry Tact, remember everyone’s the same size on the mat.
*At this point Peter Vaughn grabs the one leg of the champion and pulls it close to the ring post. The crowd knows exactly what’s next here as Vaughn jerks Larry’s leg about as hard as possible right into the ring post with a sickening thud!! The crowd recoils in pain themselves as the champion holds his leg in anguish. *
Markson: We’ve seen Larry Tact defend this title against two serious threats at Retromania, and I can’t say for sure if I ever thought he was in as big of trouble as he is right now.
Napier: He’s going to need an ice bath and the number of a good orthopedic surgeon after this match. But the good news is, he’s not going to have to be around to defend that International Championship.
*Vaughn slides right back into the ring and waits for Larry to begin to pull himself up by use of those ropes. Tact is heavily favoring that right knee and needs both arms to get back to a vertical base, however, just before he’s completely upright Vaughn connects with another kick right to the back of that leg which drops the champion to the mat again!! Vaughn hooks the head of the champ…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”
…and drives him face first right into the mat with a snap DDT!! Vaughn hooks the leg of the champion as the referee dives in for the count. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--KICKOUT!!
Napier: Oh come on with that count! Too slow! Too slow!
Markson: The champion fires up his shoulder at two and a half!
Napier: Somehow Terry Marshall is to blame for the slow speed of that count.
*Vaughn thinks it was slow too, he shows the speed of what a three count should look like. However, Vaughn’s not about to wait around too much longer on it as he gets right back up to his feet and grabs the right leg of the champion doing his best to drag him towards the middle of the ring and for good measure drops another elbow drop onto that knee again. Vaughn places his foot on the side of the head of the champion and pushes it down onto the mat as he steps over Tact and towards the corner turnbuckle in a complete show of disrespect. Vaughn begins to climb up to the middle turnbuckle as he keeps an eye on his competitor trying to pull himself back up to his feet. *
Napier: Watch as Vaughn measures his prey here.
Markson: What does he have in mind here? The champion is still hobbling as he rights himself in the ring.
“SMMMMMMMMACKK!”
*Vaughn hits an absolute monster dropkick right to the chest of Larry Tact that sends the champion through the top and middle ropes crashing to the outside of the ring. Vaughn gets right back up as the crowd reacts from the impact of that move. *
Napier: Get out of his ring! That’s what Vaughn just told the champion.
Markson: Larry Tact taking one hell of a brutal fall to the outside of the ring there after that signature dropkick from Vaughn. I think he got him with both feet.
Napier: Check the imprint on Larry’s chest, that’ll show you.
*Tact does his best to get back up to his feet on the outside by using the guardrailing to help prop himself back up, he does his best to shake off the pain in his leg but by the time he turns his attention back towards the ring Peter Vaughn has already flung himself through the middle and top ropes… *
“CRRRRRRRRRASSSH!”
*…flying wildly into the champion with a suicide dive!! Tact is driven back first into the guardrailing with a heavy crash!! Vaughn seems to have an unstoppable motor as he quickly gets up off of the floor and right back onto the ring apron. Tact peels himself off of the guardrailing as Vaughn charges at him once again. *
“THHHHHHHHUMMMPPP!”
*And nearly collapses the entire section of guardrailing as he crashes into the champion with a running hurricanrana off of the ring apron and to the floor below! Tact is laid on on the concrete as is Vaughn who takes a couple of deep breaths as the crowd roars for the move. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn is not holding back here tonight, putting everything he’s got into taking down Larry Tact and bringing his championship run to an end.
Napier: You summarized it at the start of this match, this is a battle for the soul of TPW and Peter Vaughn is doing everything in his power to take that soul.
Markson: And now Vaughn is pulling himself back up to his feet, just waiting for Larry Tact to get himself upright as well, wow, he’s still favoring that leg. Vaughn reaching back…
“CHHOOOP!”
“CHHOOOP!”
“CHHOOOP!”
Markson: Peter Vaughn serving up a plate full of chops to the chest of Larry Tact up against the guardrailing!! Each shot just rocking the champion back and forth, but for Vaughn here he’s got to know that he cannot win this match on the outside of the ring.
Napier: He knows, but on the outside of the ring things just hurt more. Break the man down then bring him back in, he’s taking a page out of his match against the former owner around here.
Markson: Terry Marshall.
Napier: Ahh! Come on, don’t say his name out loud like that.
*Vaughn grabs the champion with a handful of hair and goes to slam him face first into the ring apron, but much to the shock of Vaughn the champion puts on the brakes! Tact fires back with a right hand to the midsection and then slams the head of the challenger right into the canvas instead. This seems to fire up Larry and he grabs Vaughn again and slams his head down again for a second, third and fourth time!! Vaughn is knocked loopy as he begins to stumble about on the outside. Tact backs up and charges in towards the dazed Vaughn…
“CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSSSH!”
...but Peter Vaughn moves out of the way at the last possible second which causes Larry Tact to hit the steel ring steps with a running knee strike! Sure enough, it’s that same leg that Vaughn has been working on throughout this match and Tact crumbles to the concrete floor like a ton of bricks. Vaughn looks up towards the referee and rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. *
Napier: Vaughn is just so cunning out there, just as these mutants thought that Larry was about to make a comeback… bam! The rug is pulled right out from under them.
Markson: Peter Vaughn has certainly been able to keep the much larger, much stronger Larry Tact off of his game so far, but he’s going to have to get him back into that ring if he wants to win the International Championship.
*Vaughn goes to lift up the champion once again from the concrete, but Tact is almost dead weight which causes Vaughn to change tactics and instead just drop the boots onto the side of Tact’s head. Vaughn’s vicious nature comes pouring out with each stomp as he takes such a delight in the simplest, but effective moves. Tact is forced back up by the stomps and Vaughn is able to pull him up the rest of the way and roll the champion back into the ring. *
Markson: Vaughn is able to get the champion back into the ring, the only place that he can win the title belt from him tonight.
Napier: Tact’s probably got a concussion after those stomps, he looks dazed.
Markson: I think Vaughn took a little too much pleasure in delivering those shots, but he’s climbing the ropes here. What does Peter Vaughn have in mind here from the top?
*Vaughn waits perched on the top turnbuckle as Larry Tact pulls himself back up to a vertical base. Tact is indeed wobbly after the attack on the outside, along with the attacks on his legs so far in this match, but Tact pushes himself back up fighting through the pain. Tact turns around in time as Vaughn stands up and leaps with a flying cross body block
No slam?!
Nope, because instead Larry Tact is able to catch the much lighter Peter Vaughn’s flying cross body block attempt in his arms in the middle of the ring. The crowd is shocked at the resiliency shown here by the champion as he holds Peter Vaughn like an oversized sack of potatoes. Tact drops to a knee driving the challenger back first across that exposed knee and causing Vaughn to yell out in pain from the backbreaker!! *
Markson: Incredible show of strength by the champion here!!
Napier: How’d he manage to catch him? How was that possible?
Markson: I don’t think Larry’s just done yet.
*To show off even more of his strength, Larry pulls Vaughn back up into his arms once again even on his shaky legs and for a second time he drops Vaughn down across his knee!! Vaughn bounces from the impact and rolls onto the mat in some serious pain. Tact pulls himself back up, sucking in as much wind as possible as he turns his attention back towards his opponent. Tact unloads with a couple of hammering shots that drive Vaughn into the corner turnbuckle. Tact shoves both of Vaughn’s arms underneath the top ropes exposing the chest of his opponent, slowly he pushes Vaughn’s head back as far as possible as he winds up with his hands. *
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Napier: He might be missing a nipple after that second shot!
Markson: As a bit of repayment from earlier, Larry Tact has just unloaded with his own plate full of chops!! Each shot just rocked Vaughn up into the corner, this crowd is moaning in pain along with Vaughn right now.
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Markson: And there’s a third one for good measure?
Napier: Good measure?! That’s what normal people call overkill!
*For the first time in this match, Larry Tact cracks a bit of a satisfied smile on his face as the echoes of the last chop slowly fade away. WIth a massive whip he throws Vaughn into the far side corner!! Vaughn slams hard and stumbles forward back into the awaiting Tact, the champion lifts his opponent once again up into a torture rack!! The crowd gets to their feet as they’ve already seen this once before tonight and know what’s about to happen. *
“SLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAM!!”
Markson: How did he!? Peter Vaughn just turned that Tactilizer into a desperation spinning DDT!! And now Vaughn falls onto Tact for the cover…
Napier: We have a new champion!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-SHOULDER UP!!
Markson: No! No! Larry Tact got the shoulder up at the last possible second!
Napier: If Vaughn was able to hook a leg or even apply the slightest amount of extra pressure on that pin attempt we would have seen a new champion.
Markson: As it stands both men have been laid out in the middle of the ring.
*Both men begin to pull themselves back up to their feet by use of the ring ropes. Vaughn is able to get to his feet first and sees that the champion is having problems getting back up due to the damage done to his leg. Vaughn leaps up onto the middle ropes and grabs the back of Tact’s head…
“SLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
…and drives it into the mat with a slingshot bulldog!! To add insult to injury Vaughn doesn’t follow it up with another move right away, but instead grabs the champ by the back of the head and just grinds his face into the mat. *
Markson: No respect being shown here by Peter Vaughn towards the champion. Honestly, I don’t think anyone here tonight or at home expected all that much to begin with, but this is even lower.
Napier: You sound like it should matter. If the champ doesn’t like it, he should do something about it rather than just have his face crushed into the mat.
*Vaughn gets back up to his feet once again giving the champ a couple of stomps for good measure as he moves about the ring. Vaughn takes his position towards the middle of the ring as Tact begins pull himself by use of the ropes again, a huge smile spreads across the lips of Peter Vaughn as he licks his lips and waits, ready to finish this match off. Tact gets back up to a vertical base as Vaughn charges in… *
“SLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
Markson: Reveng--NO!! Larry Tact holds onto the top ropes with both hands and Peter Vaughn hits the mat instead. Vaughn was going for that Revenged move and had he hit that one, well--
Napier: We would have been looking at a new International Champion.
Markson: Tact with that strength was able to dig his fingers into the top rope and hang on for dear life.
*Tact turns around as Vaughn springs back up and is able to land a clubbing right hand shot followed up with another clubbing shot. Vaughn stumbles backwards into the ring ropes and Tact helps him along slingshotting him across the ring once again and on the rebound scoops up Vaughn
“SLLLLLLLLLLAAMM!”
Slamming his spine with maximum impact right into the canvas with a spinebuster slam!! Vaughn bounces and rolls over to his stomach clutching his chest in pain from having all the air forced out of his lungs in a single second. The champion gets right back up to his feet and stands over his challenger for a second before reaching down and pulling back the arms of Vaughn. *
Markson: Oh no, this will not be a good experience here for Peter Vaughn.
Napier: You’re going to have to fight your way out of this Pete.
*Larry locks on Larry’s Throne, his version of a camel clutch you jabroni, and leans back as far as possible pulling Vaughn upwards and crushing down on his back in the process. Vaughn screams in agony as referee Lindsay Wallace checks to see if he submits here, but Vaughn shakes her off. *
Napier: You know how you said earlier that this was a match for the soul of Thunder Pro Wrestling?
Markson: That I did.
Napier: Well look at the soul power Peter Vaughn is showing right now, fighting off the temptation here to tap out and end the agony of having a two hundred and sixty pound man crush and stretch his spine. Tell me that’s not incredible, tell me that’s not worthy of carrying gold in this company.
Markson: I never said anything about Peter Vaughn that wasn’t true, the man has been a champion here before and one day he’ll be champion again, but he drove Terry Marshall, the founder of this company out.
*As the announcers continue to banter, Vaughn continues to struggle against the pressure of having Tact lean as far back as possible in that seated position. Vaughn begins to fade and the referee picks up his arm which has gone limp at this point, she drops it to verify that Vaughn has passed out but Peter stops it and continues to struggle. Tact looks a bit shocked, and he looks even more shocked as Vaughn begins to use what strength he has left to hammer away wildly with elbows towards that injured knee of Tact!! *
Markson: Vaughn has taken advantage of that damage done to the champion’s knee earlier and is able to scrape the bottom rope with his finger tips. Tact is forced to break the hold here, and Peter Vaughn survives.
Napier: Wow, what great resilience shown by Peter Vaughn there. He might not be able to feel his legs for the rest of the match, but he’s still in it regardless.
Markson: The champion looks stunned that Vaughn is still hanging around and even he’s looking frustrated at this point.
*Tact gets up and storms about just long enough for Vaughn to get back up into a seated position holding his back in extreme pain. Tact pulls Vaughn up the rest of the way and gets him into a standing headscissor position, the crowd goes wild as it looks like the champion is going to finish this off with a Starbreaker. Tact lifts Vaughn up for the powerbomb…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!”
…but Vaughn counters the powerbomb with a sitout jawbreaker that absolutely rocks the champion and silences the crowd in shock!! Tact stumbles back into the ropes but rebounds right into the arms of Peter Vaughn. Vaughn ripcords Tact…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMM!”
…right into a DDT in the ring!!! The Key Holder connects!! Vaughn hooks the legs of the champion going for the pin!! *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-KICKOUT!!
Markson: Larry Tact gets a shoulder up once again and once again the challenger cannot believe it at all.
Napier: He doesn’t believe it? I don’t believe it. Nobody in this place believes it. How could anyone believe it?!
*Vaughn runs his hands through his hair in disbelief, but isn’t about to give up at this point himself. Instead he goes to the outside of the ring and begins to climb up the corner turnbuckle, with a motion towards the crowd he looks like he’s going to attempt something big from the top rope and finish this match off. However, the moment that Vaughn stands up on the corner turnbuckle Larry Tact hits the top ropes causing Vaughn to crotch himself across the top ropes!! The male portion of the crowd, which is 90% let’s be honest, all recoil in pain from the impact of Vaughn’s yam bag on the top buckle. *
Napier: Hopefully, Vaughn’s lower half is still numb from surviving Larry’s Throne earlier, otherwise. Yikes.
Markson: Yikes, indeed.
*Vaughn’s eyes stay as wide as possible from the pain that he’s in right now. Larry Tact climbs up right into the corner along with and begins to peel Peter Vaughn up from the buckle up into a standing position. Peter, heh. The crowd begins to buzz as both champion and challenger are standing on the corner turnbuckle, Tact lifts as he falls backwards…
“SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!”
…connecting with a superplex heard around the world from the impact!! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers after the crashing sounds fade away as both men lay near the center of the ring. Both men having the air forced out of their lungs from the horrific impact of that move are unable to do much else at this point. *
Markson: If the champion could just reach over and make the cover here he might just be able to retain here tonight.
Napier: Did you see the height of that superplex? People take plane rides that don’t get that high. I’m surprised either man is still able to move after that crash, maybe they’re just twitches like you see in the movies.
Markson: That might be the case, but lucky for him it looks like the champion isn’t going for the cover.
*Tact instead begins to pull himself back up to his feet by use of the ring ropes, the damage that has been done throughout this match showing up in every moment of the champion. Even standing up fully causes him to wince in pain, tomorrow is going to be nothing but an ice bath. Still, he pushes through the pain and waits for Peter Vaughn to push himself through the pain of standing up as well. Vaughn does the same, the pain in his back and legs is obvious but he too is fighting for that gold and it makes people do crazy things sometimes. Tact waits for Vaughn to turn around before he wraps his arm under his side and quickly hoists the challenger high into the air *
“SLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!”
*And bringing him down hard with the Uranage suplex!! Vaughn bounces from the incredible impact of that move and the crowd gets up to their feet once again. *
Markson: The Humbling!! Larry Tact just drove Peter Vaughn hard into that canvas with that move and now an absolutely gassed Tact rolls up the challenger for the cover… to retain his title!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--NOKICKOUT!!!
Napier: Holy shi--
Markson: Vaughn gets the shoulder up!! Vaughn gets the shoulder up!! How did he manage to do that?
Napier: I don’t know, I don’t care, but I absolutely love it!
*Larry Tact can’t seem to process it either, his opponent is showing as much resiliency as he has throughout this match and the clash of these two men’s wills has proven to be a stalemate to this point. Tact takes a deep breath, sucking up as much air as possible and climbs to the outside of the ring as he begins to make his way to the top of the corner turnbuckle. In what could only be described as a risky position, Tact raises his arms into the air and takes flight looking to drop that elbow…
“SLLLLLLAMM!”
…no!! Peter Vaughn somehow is able to catch the Dive to Blue elbow drop attempt by the champion and turns it into a crossface in the middle of the ring. Vaughn wrenches back on the arm with his legs as he wraps his arms around the head of Tact and stretches the two body parts as far apart as possible. Vaughn is forced to scream out loudly over the screams of pain from his opponent towards the referee to see if the champ will submit. Tact shakes his head no as he continues to struggle against the hold. *
Markson: Tact is trapped, right there in the center of the ring with nowhere to go and Peter Vaughn isn’t about to let up for a second.
Napier: Yeah, I don’t think he’s about to let go of this crossface.
Markson: Tact is doing everything to reach for those ropes but they’ve got to seem like they’re halfway around the world at this point as Vaughn continues to pull back with every last bit of strength he’s got in his body. I think Vaughn can feel it, I think Vaughn is going to make the champ tap out here.
Napier: And with that, he’ll fully crush the soul of this company!
*Tact continues to struggle against the inevitable in the center of the ring, the crossface at this point is tearing ligaments in his shoulder and doing untold amounts of damage to his neck. The champion raises his hand into the air as referee Lindsay Wallace checks on him one more time. *
Markson: There’s nowhere to go, the champ’s going to tap!
Napier: New champion! The Cabal holds the gold!
*But in a complete act of defiance, Tact’s hand doesn’t slap the mat but instead it begins to claw at the grip that Peter Vaughn has with his clasped hands around his neck. Tact’s hand frantically searches for a way in as it begins to fade out from the loss of oxygen that the champion is getting as a result of this hold. However, the hand provides Larry with a chance to shift his body’s position and he begins to fight the hold, gravity, fatigue and everything else against him to move his body closer to the ring. Tact’s fading hand reaches desperately in it’s last ditch effort towards the ropes and he is able to get the tip of his middle finger onto the bottom rope. *
Markson: The champion made it to the bottom rope!! Somehow he survived that crossface and somehow this match is going to continue.
Napier: But at what cost? The damage that Vaughn inflicted with that vicious hold had to have put the champion onto the brink here. It’s only a matter of time now.
*Vaughn breaks the hold on the four count from the referee and he gets up in huff. Vaughn’s not about to let the champion get in any sort of breather and immediately pulls Tact back up to his feet wrenching on the champ’s injured shoulder. Vaughn with a standing arm bar cranks the shoulder around at the joint, rolling it through a couple of times to twist it all in a nice knot each time he does it the champ lets out a gasp of pain and even drops to a knee in agony. Taking great pleasure in the pain he’s putting on the champ, Vaughn uses the arm to double Tact over as he connects with a series of rapid Kawada kicks to the face!! Vaughn dips behind and looks to go for a rear waist lock, but somehow Tact spins around looking for a counter of his own. Vaughn pulls down on the jaw of Tact and sends him flying towards the corner instead…
“THHHHUD!!”
…right into referee Lindsay Wallace!! Tact and Wallace collide causing Wallace to fall through the ropes to the outside. Tact looks on in shock from the accidental bump, he backs up from the corner.
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!”
…right into the Revenged!! Peter Vaughn drives Larry Tact down into the canvas with that leaping reverse neckbreaker that has finished so many others before. *
Napier: Revenged! He hit the Revenged on the champion, now make the cover Peter!! You’ve got this.
*Sure enough, Vaughn out of pure instinct rolls up the legs of the champion going for the cover. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
FOUR!?
FIVE?
Markson: There’s no referee to make the count! She and Larry Tact bumped heads in the corner and fell to the outside of the ring. Peter Vaughn just pinned the champion, but there is no one to make the count so this match is going to continue.
Napier: This is all some sort of conspiracy, Tact, the referee and somehow Terry Marshall are all involved in all of this.
Markson: And just now Peter Vaughn is noticing that there is no referee to make the count.
*Vaughn can’t believe it, he gets up and looks for the whereabouts of the referee for a moment. Taking a long look back towards the champion, Vaughn forms an idea in his brain and heads out of the ring with a smirk on his face. Vaughn goes right to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a hold of the International Championship title, he gives it a look as he slides with it back into the ring and waits for Larry Tact to bring himself back up to his feet. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn’s got the gold title in his hands.
Napier: Looks like he’s about to finish this match off by making Larry Tact dine on his own belt.
Markson: Tact’s still dazed as he pulls himself back up to his feet, referee Lindsay Wallace has started to stir on the outside as well. This looks to be bad, real bad for the champ.
*Vaughn stalks as he grips that title belt with Tact’s name etched on it in his hands, a lick of the lips as well as his eyes go wide as the target presents itself. Vaughn charges in and swings wildly, but somehow Larry Tact is able to duck his six-and-a-half-foot frame under the swing. Vaughn spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection from the champion! Vaughn drops the belt, which is bad because Tact wraps his arm around the top of his head.
“SSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!”
And drives Peter Vaughn face first into that title belt with a DDT!! The crowd goes nuts as Tact tosses the championship belt to the outside of the ring and does what he can to help referee Lindsay Wallace back into the ring. Tact makes the cover, but Ref Wallace is still out of it trying to clear her head. Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo as El Diablo Blanco and Chris Page emerge from the entrance tunnel. The boos suddenly change to cheers though as Mac Bane and Tristan Slater emerge behind them. Mac grabs El D and Tristan grabs Page. Your Worst Nightmare begins battling The Cabal back to the locker room. *
Markson: YES! Your Worst Nightmare is keeping the playing field level.
Napier: Those losers are going to pay for sticking their nose in Cabal business.
*Larry has gotten up from the pin to watch what is going on in the entrance way. Larry smiles and turns back to see Vaughn is still down and Ref Wallace on her knees. Larry makes the pin and Wallace drops down making the count. *
1…….
2……
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: NO! NO! PETER VAUGHN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!
Napier: Prayers answered, thank you!
Markson: A slow count from a very dazed referee and Peter Vaughn was able to get his shoulder off of the mat at what some would say two point nine.
*Larry shakes his head and stands up, pulling Vaughn up with him. Tact gets Vaughn into position for the Starbreaker, and as Tact lifts Vaughn up, Vaughn sits out and is able to counter into a facebuster, dropping face-first onto the mat. Vaughn struggles up to his feet, and as he does the crowd begins to cheer as Mac Bane and Tristan Slater appear walking down the entranceway. Vaughn pauses as he looks at “Your Worst Nightmare” heading down the entranceway.
Vaughn begins yelling at them and is distracted, allowing Tact to recover. Tact grabs Vaughn from behind and nails him with the “Tactilizer” (Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb). Larry hold on hooking Vaughn for the pin. *
1…
2…
Markson: WHAT THE HELL IS MAC BANE DOING!?!
*The count is stopped as Mac Bane hops onto the apron. Referee Wallace begins ordering Mac off the apron. Larry gets up and is looking at Mac wondering what he is doing. With Larry and Wallace distract Tristan Slater slides into the ring behind Tact and smashes the International title into the back if Tact’s head. Tact goes down to his knees and is clutching his head.
Tristan grabs Vaughn and pulls Vaughn to his feet before hopping out of the ring. Mac drops off the apron and Refree Wallace turns around. Larry starts getting to his feet when Vaughn hits him with Revenged (Zig Zag). Vaughn rolls ontop of Tact for the pin. *
1…..
2…..
3…..
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NNNEEEEEWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! THE MECHANIC, PETER VAUGHN!!!
Markson: NO! NOT THIS WAY!
Napier: YES! I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER!!!
*Mac and Tristan roll into the ring and Tristan hands Vaughn the International championship. Mac and Tristan help Vaughn to his feet and then raise his arms in the air. The shot focuses on the newest members of The Cabal standing arm and arm with Peter Vaughn over the fallen Larry Tact as the shot fades to credits. *
*No flinch. Nothing from either man as they stay at an arm’s length near the center of the ring even as the last echo from the bell fades away. Both of them stand there still going back and forth with a couple last minute words, however, with each passing second the crowd gets louder and louder. Just before the crowd riots from the anticipation, Vaughn fires a right hand into the jaw of the champion! Tact gives very little ground as he braces himself and turns his head back for another shot from Vaughn. A third right hand from Vaughn and Tact still hasn’t backed up much, Vaughn goes for a fourth right hand but Tact swipes it aside like an insect and fires a right hand of his own!! This rocks Vaughn backwards in the ring, nearly sending him through the top and middle ropes and also brings this crowd to its feet in the process. *
Markson: Big haymaker there and that rocked Peter Vaughn! Vaughn might be wise not to try and go toe-to-toe with the champion or this might not take that long. Vaughn stumbles right into a second big right hand shot and Vaughn hits the mat hard and goes to the outside!
Napier: Great tactical smarts by Peter Vaughn, this is not a race, this is going to be a marathon. Take your time, get outside of the ring and recover, you’ve got the use of a ten count might as well use it.
Markson: And he might need all ten of those seconds to shake the cobwebs after that second big right hand.
*Vaughn, from the outside of the ring, complains towards the referee about Tact using a closed fist. Slowly and taking as much time as needed here, Vaughn begins to climb back up onto the ring apron making sure that the champion is being held back the required amount of space by the referee so he can safely re-enter the ring. His words, not mine. Vaughn dips his head through the ropes and Tact sprints forward, but Vaughn quickly leaps down onto the floor once again causing the crowd to boo him loudly. Vaughn sort of struts about the outside as the referee backs Tact up in the ring trying to get this match going again. Vaughn eventually makes his way back up onto the ring apron and ducks his head in again before finally re-entering the ring. *
Napier: These mutants that some might call fans obviously don’t understand, like I do, that all Peter Vaughn is doing is playing some mind games here with the champion. Get the man flustered and get the man off of his game.
Markson: Really? Because it looks like he’s stalling to me.
Napier: You wouldn’t know, you’ve never been in that ring. That’s a ring tactician right there.
*Vaughn is finally back into the ring before the referee allows the champion another chance to charge at his challenger here, Vaughn is quick and is able to do a step-behind move and hook the champion in a rear waist lock hold. Vaughn attempts to lift up the 260lbs of his opponent, but Tact puts a quick end to that with a back elbow shot to the side of Vaughn’s skull. Vaughn is dazed from the strike and stumbles off of the ropes right into a torture rack lift from Tact! Tact spins…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
…and connects with a spinout powerbomb that drops Peter Vaughn dead center in the ring with a heavy thud! Tact hooks the legs of the challenger. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--NO, SHOULDER UP!
Markson: That nearly had him there, Larry Tact hitting the Tactilizer mere minutes into this match and he nearly ends this match with it.
Napier: I’ll admit it, Tact caught him there. Vaughn gambled big and Tact was able to counter his big gamble and nearly steal this match.
Markson: And once again Peter Vaughn is rolling to the outside of the ring.
*A huge chorus of boos go up as Vaughn rolls to the outside once again, Vaughn’s not as confident this time as he’s actually using this time to catch his breath after nearly being stunned for a three count. As Vaughn walks around the ring he begins to get into it with a few of the ringside fans, this distraction is all Larry Tact needs in order to slide to the outside and give chase! Vaughn slides into the ring for escape and as Tact does the same Vaughn is there with a quick series of stomps and punches to the champion!! Tact tries to get up even with the onslaught from Vaughn, but Vaughn cuts the six and a half feet champion down with a clip to the back of his knee!! Vaughn begins to take advantage of that opening. *
Markson: And like blood in the water to a shark, Peter Vaughn begins to unload on that right leg of the champion now.
Napier: Are you still on the whole he was stalling thing? Or do you now understand that I was right in the tactical thing? He’s a killer in that ring.
Markson: Peter Vaughn is certainly showing his vicious side now, I’ll give you that much.
Napier: And soon you can call him champ.
*Vaughn continues to work over the leg and knee of the champion. Vaughn holds the leg up in the air with one arm and then drops an elbow with the other arm right into the knee joint, from here he transitions right into a single leg grapevine pulling the leg up as much as possible. The referee checks in on the champion, who immediately shakes off the idea of giving up to this and begins to dig his claws into the mat and begins to power himself towards the nearest ring ropes. After a few moments where Vaughn leans into the leg lock as much as possible, Tact is able to grip the bottom ropes with his hand forcing the referee to break the hold. Vaughn waits until the count of four before he slides to the outside of the ring once again. *
Napier: The damage being done now is going to take away the height advantage of Larry Tact, remember everyone’s the same size on the mat.
*At this point Peter Vaughn grabs the one leg of the champion and pulls it close to the ring post. The crowd knows exactly what’s next here as Vaughn jerks Larry’s leg about as hard as possible right into the ring post with a sickening thud!! The crowd recoils in pain themselves as the champion holds his leg in anguish. *
Markson: We’ve seen Larry Tact defend this title against two serious threats at Retromania, and I can’t say for sure if I ever thought he was in as big of trouble as he is right now.
Napier: He’s going to need an ice bath and the number of a good orthopedic surgeon after this match. But the good news is, he’s not going to have to be around to defend that International Championship.
*Vaughn slides right back into the ring and waits for Larry to begin to pull himself up by use of those ropes. Tact is heavily favoring that right knee and needs both arms to get back to a vertical base, however, just before he’s completely upright Vaughn connects with another kick right to the back of that leg which drops the champion to the mat again!! Vaughn hooks the head of the champ…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”
…and drives him face first right into the mat with a snap DDT!! Vaughn hooks the leg of the champion as the referee dives in for the count. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--KICKOUT!!
Napier: Oh come on with that count! Too slow! Too slow!
Markson: The champion fires up his shoulder at two and a half!
Napier: Somehow Terry Marshall is to blame for the slow speed of that count.
*Vaughn thinks it was slow too, he shows the speed of what a three count should look like. However, Vaughn’s not about to wait around too much longer on it as he gets right back up to his feet and grabs the right leg of the champion doing his best to drag him towards the middle of the ring and for good measure drops another elbow drop onto that knee again. Vaughn places his foot on the side of the head of the champion and pushes it down onto the mat as he steps over Tact and towards the corner turnbuckle in a complete show of disrespect. Vaughn begins to climb up to the middle turnbuckle as he keeps an eye on his competitor trying to pull himself back up to his feet. *
Napier: Watch as Vaughn measures his prey here.
Markson: What does he have in mind here? The champion is still hobbling as he rights himself in the ring.
“SMMMMMMMMACKK!”
*Vaughn hits an absolute monster dropkick right to the chest of Larry Tact that sends the champion through the top and middle ropes crashing to the outside of the ring. Vaughn gets right back up as the crowd reacts from the impact of that move. *
Napier: Get out of his ring! That’s what Vaughn just told the champion.
Markson: Larry Tact taking one hell of a brutal fall to the outside of the ring there after that signature dropkick from Vaughn. I think he got him with both feet.
Napier: Check the imprint on Larry’s chest, that’ll show you.
*Tact does his best to get back up to his feet on the outside by using the guardrailing to help prop himself back up, he does his best to shake off the pain in his leg but by the time he turns his attention back towards the ring Peter Vaughn has already flung himself through the middle and top ropes… *
“CRRRRRRRRRASSSH!”
*…flying wildly into the champion with a suicide dive!! Tact is driven back first into the guardrailing with a heavy crash!! Vaughn seems to have an unstoppable motor as he quickly gets up off of the floor and right back onto the ring apron. Tact peels himself off of the guardrailing as Vaughn charges at him once again. *
“THHHHHHHHUMMMPPP!”
*And nearly collapses the entire section of guardrailing as he crashes into the champion with a running hurricanrana off of the ring apron and to the floor below! Tact is laid on on the concrete as is Vaughn who takes a couple of deep breaths as the crowd roars for the move. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn is not holding back here tonight, putting everything he’s got into taking down Larry Tact and bringing his championship run to an end.
Napier: You summarized it at the start of this match, this is a battle for the soul of TPW and Peter Vaughn is doing everything in his power to take that soul.
Markson: And now Vaughn is pulling himself back up to his feet, just waiting for Larry Tact to get himself upright as well, wow, he’s still favoring that leg. Vaughn reaching back…
“CHHOOOP!”
“CHHOOOP!”
“CHHOOOP!”
Markson: Peter Vaughn serving up a plate full of chops to the chest of Larry Tact up against the guardrailing!! Each shot just rocking the champion back and forth, but for Vaughn here he’s got to know that he cannot win this match on the outside of the ring.
Napier: He knows, but on the outside of the ring things just hurt more. Break the man down then bring him back in, he’s taking a page out of his match against the former owner around here.
Markson: Terry Marshall.
Napier: Ahh! Come on, don’t say his name out loud like that.
*Vaughn grabs the champion with a handful of hair and goes to slam him face first into the ring apron, but much to the shock of Vaughn the champion puts on the brakes! Tact fires back with a right hand to the midsection and then slams the head of the challenger right into the canvas instead. This seems to fire up Larry and he grabs Vaughn again and slams his head down again for a second, third and fourth time!! Vaughn is knocked loopy as he begins to stumble about on the outside. Tact backs up and charges in towards the dazed Vaughn…
“CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSSSH!”
...but Peter Vaughn moves out of the way at the last possible second which causes Larry Tact to hit the steel ring steps with a running knee strike! Sure enough, it’s that same leg that Vaughn has been working on throughout this match and Tact crumbles to the concrete floor like a ton of bricks. Vaughn looks up towards the referee and rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. *
Napier: Vaughn is just so cunning out there, just as these mutants thought that Larry was about to make a comeback… bam! The rug is pulled right out from under them.
Markson: Peter Vaughn has certainly been able to keep the much larger, much stronger Larry Tact off of his game so far, but he’s going to have to get him back into that ring if he wants to win the International Championship.
*Vaughn goes to lift up the champion once again from the concrete, but Tact is almost dead weight which causes Vaughn to change tactics and instead just drop the boots onto the side of Tact’s head. Vaughn’s vicious nature comes pouring out with each stomp as he takes such a delight in the simplest, but effective moves. Tact is forced back up by the stomps and Vaughn is able to pull him up the rest of the way and roll the champion back into the ring. *
Markson: Vaughn is able to get the champion back into the ring, the only place that he can win the title belt from him tonight.
Napier: Tact’s probably got a concussion after those stomps, he looks dazed.
Markson: I think Vaughn took a little too much pleasure in delivering those shots, but he’s climbing the ropes here. What does Peter Vaughn have in mind here from the top?
*Vaughn waits perched on the top turnbuckle as Larry Tact pulls himself back up to a vertical base. Tact is indeed wobbly after the attack on the outside, along with the attacks on his legs so far in this match, but Tact pushes himself back up fighting through the pain. Tact turns around in time as Vaughn stands up and leaps with a flying cross body block
No slam?!
Nope, because instead Larry Tact is able to catch the much lighter Peter Vaughn’s flying cross body block attempt in his arms in the middle of the ring. The crowd is shocked at the resiliency shown here by the champion as he holds Peter Vaughn like an oversized sack of potatoes. Tact drops to a knee driving the challenger back first across that exposed knee and causing Vaughn to yell out in pain from the backbreaker!! *
Markson: Incredible show of strength by the champion here!!
Napier: How’d he manage to catch him? How was that possible?
Markson: I don’t think Larry’s just done yet.
*To show off even more of his strength, Larry pulls Vaughn back up into his arms once again even on his shaky legs and for a second time he drops Vaughn down across his knee!! Vaughn bounces from the impact and rolls onto the mat in some serious pain. Tact pulls himself back up, sucking in as much wind as possible as he turns his attention back towards his opponent. Tact unloads with a couple of hammering shots that drive Vaughn into the corner turnbuckle. Tact shoves both of Vaughn’s arms underneath the top ropes exposing the chest of his opponent, slowly he pushes Vaughn’s head back as far as possible as he winds up with his hands. *
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Napier: He might be missing a nipple after that second shot!
Markson: As a bit of repayment from earlier, Larry Tact has just unloaded with his own plate full of chops!! Each shot just rocked Vaughn up into the corner, this crowd is moaning in pain along with Vaughn right now.
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Markson: And there’s a third one for good measure?
Napier: Good measure?! That’s what normal people call overkill!
*For the first time in this match, Larry Tact cracks a bit of a satisfied smile on his face as the echoes of the last chop slowly fade away. WIth a massive whip he throws Vaughn into the far side corner!! Vaughn slams hard and stumbles forward back into the awaiting Tact, the champion lifts his opponent once again up into a torture rack!! The crowd gets to their feet as they’ve already seen this once before tonight and know what’s about to happen. *
“SLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAM!!”
Markson: How did he!? Peter Vaughn just turned that Tactilizer into a desperation spinning DDT!! And now Vaughn falls onto Tact for the cover…
Napier: We have a new champion!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-SHOULDER UP!!
Markson: No! No! Larry Tact got the shoulder up at the last possible second!
Napier: If Vaughn was able to hook a leg or even apply the slightest amount of extra pressure on that pin attempt we would have seen a new champion.
Markson: As it stands both men have been laid out in the middle of the ring.
*Both men begin to pull themselves back up to their feet by use of the ring ropes. Vaughn is able to get to his feet first and sees that the champion is having problems getting back up due to the damage done to his leg. Vaughn leaps up onto the middle ropes and grabs the back of Tact’s head…
“SLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
…and drives it into the mat with a slingshot bulldog!! To add insult to injury Vaughn doesn’t follow it up with another move right away, but instead grabs the champ by the back of the head and just grinds his face into the mat. *
Markson: No respect being shown here by Peter Vaughn towards the champion. Honestly, I don’t think anyone here tonight or at home expected all that much to begin with, but this is even lower.
Napier: You sound like it should matter. If the champ doesn’t like it, he should do something about it rather than just have his face crushed into the mat.
*Vaughn gets back up to his feet once again giving the champ a couple of stomps for good measure as he moves about the ring. Vaughn takes his position towards the middle of the ring as Tact begins pull himself by use of the ropes again, a huge smile spreads across the lips of Peter Vaughn as he licks his lips and waits, ready to finish this match off. Tact gets back up to a vertical base as Vaughn charges in… *
“SLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
Markson: Reveng--NO!! Larry Tact holds onto the top ropes with both hands and Peter Vaughn hits the mat instead. Vaughn was going for that Revenged move and had he hit that one, well--
Napier: We would have been looking at a new International Champion.
Markson: Tact with that strength was able to dig his fingers into the top rope and hang on for dear life.
*Tact turns around as Vaughn springs back up and is able to land a clubbing right hand shot followed up with another clubbing shot. Vaughn stumbles backwards into the ring ropes and Tact helps him along slingshotting him across the ring once again and on the rebound scoops up Vaughn
“SLLLLLLLLLLAAMM!”
Slamming his spine with maximum impact right into the canvas with a spinebuster slam!! Vaughn bounces and rolls over to his stomach clutching his chest in pain from having all the air forced out of his lungs in a single second. The champion gets right back up to his feet and stands over his challenger for a second before reaching down and pulling back the arms of Vaughn. *
Markson: Oh no, this will not be a good experience here for Peter Vaughn.
Napier: You’re going to have to fight your way out of this Pete.
*Larry locks on Larry’s Throne, his version of a camel clutch you jabroni, and leans back as far as possible pulling Vaughn upwards and crushing down on his back in the process. Vaughn screams in agony as referee Lindsay Wallace checks to see if he submits here, but Vaughn shakes her off. *
Napier: You know how you said earlier that this was a match for the soul of Thunder Pro Wrestling?
Markson: That I did.
Napier: Well look at the soul power Peter Vaughn is showing right now, fighting off the temptation here to tap out and end the agony of having a two hundred and sixty pound man crush and stretch his spine. Tell me that’s not incredible, tell me that’s not worthy of carrying gold in this company.
Markson: I never said anything about Peter Vaughn that wasn’t true, the man has been a champion here before and one day he’ll be champion again, but he drove Terry Marshall, the founder of this company out.
*As the announcers continue to banter, Vaughn continues to struggle against the pressure of having Tact lean as far back as possible in that seated position. Vaughn begins to fade and the referee picks up his arm which has gone limp at this point, she drops it to verify that Vaughn has passed out but Peter stops it and continues to struggle. Tact looks a bit shocked, and he looks even more shocked as Vaughn begins to use what strength he has left to hammer away wildly with elbows towards that injured knee of Tact!! *
Markson: Vaughn has taken advantage of that damage done to the champion’s knee earlier and is able to scrape the bottom rope with his finger tips. Tact is forced to break the hold here, and Peter Vaughn survives.
Napier: Wow, what great resilience shown by Peter Vaughn there. He might not be able to feel his legs for the rest of the match, but he’s still in it regardless.
Markson: The champion looks stunned that Vaughn is still hanging around and even he’s looking frustrated at this point.
*Tact gets up and storms about just long enough for Vaughn to get back up into a seated position holding his back in extreme pain. Tact pulls Vaughn up the rest of the way and gets him into a standing headscissor position, the crowd goes wild as it looks like the champion is going to finish this off with a Starbreaker. Tact lifts Vaughn up for the powerbomb…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!”
…but Vaughn counters the powerbomb with a sitout jawbreaker that absolutely rocks the champion and silences the crowd in shock!! Tact stumbles back into the ropes but rebounds right into the arms of Peter Vaughn. Vaughn ripcords Tact…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMM!”
…right into a DDT in the ring!!! The Key Holder connects!! Vaughn hooks the legs of the champion going for the pin!! *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-KICKOUT!!
Markson: Larry Tact gets a shoulder up once again and once again the challenger cannot believe it at all.
Napier: He doesn’t believe it? I don’t believe it. Nobody in this place believes it. How could anyone believe it?!
*Vaughn runs his hands through his hair in disbelief, but isn’t about to give up at this point himself. Instead he goes to the outside of the ring and begins to climb up the corner turnbuckle, with a motion towards the crowd he looks like he’s going to attempt something big from the top rope and finish this match off. However, the moment that Vaughn stands up on the corner turnbuckle Larry Tact hits the top ropes causing Vaughn to crotch himself across the top ropes!! The male portion of the crowd, which is 90% let’s be honest, all recoil in pain from the impact of Vaughn’s yam bag on the top buckle. *
Napier: Hopefully, Vaughn’s lower half is still numb from surviving Larry’s Throne earlier, otherwise. Yikes.
Markson: Yikes, indeed.
*Vaughn’s eyes stay as wide as possible from the pain that he’s in right now. Larry Tact climbs up right into the corner along with and begins to peel Peter Vaughn up from the buckle up into a standing position. Peter, heh. The crowd begins to buzz as both champion and challenger are standing on the corner turnbuckle, Tact lifts as he falls backwards…
“SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!”
…connecting with a superplex heard around the world from the impact!! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers after the crashing sounds fade away as both men lay near the center of the ring. Both men having the air forced out of their lungs from the horrific impact of that move are unable to do much else at this point. *
Markson: If the champion could just reach over and make the cover here he might just be able to retain here tonight.
Napier: Did you see the height of that superplex? People take plane rides that don’t get that high. I’m surprised either man is still able to move after that crash, maybe they’re just twitches like you see in the movies.
Markson: That might be the case, but lucky for him it looks like the champion isn’t going for the cover.
*Tact instead begins to pull himself back up to his feet by use of the ring ropes, the damage that has been done throughout this match showing up in every moment of the champion. Even standing up fully causes him to wince in pain, tomorrow is going to be nothing but an ice bath. Still, he pushes through the pain and waits for Peter Vaughn to push himself through the pain of standing up as well. Vaughn does the same, the pain in his back and legs is obvious but he too is fighting for that gold and it makes people do crazy things sometimes. Tact waits for Vaughn to turn around before he wraps his arm under his side and quickly hoists the challenger high into the air *
“SLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!”
*And bringing him down hard with the Uranage suplex!! Vaughn bounces from the incredible impact of that move and the crowd gets up to their feet once again. *
Markson: The Humbling!! Larry Tact just drove Peter Vaughn hard into that canvas with that move and now an absolutely gassed Tact rolls up the challenger for the cover… to retain his title!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--NOKICKOUT!!!
Napier: Holy shi--
Markson: Vaughn gets the shoulder up!! Vaughn gets the shoulder up!! How did he manage to do that?
Napier: I don’t know, I don’t care, but I absolutely love it!
*Larry Tact can’t seem to process it either, his opponent is showing as much resiliency as he has throughout this match and the clash of these two men’s wills has proven to be a stalemate to this point. Tact takes a deep breath, sucking up as much air as possible and climbs to the outside of the ring as he begins to make his way to the top of the corner turnbuckle. In what could only be described as a risky position, Tact raises his arms into the air and takes flight looking to drop that elbow…
“SLLLLLLAMM!”
…no!! Peter Vaughn somehow is able to catch the Dive to Blue elbow drop attempt by the champion and turns it into a crossface in the middle of the ring. Vaughn wrenches back on the arm with his legs as he wraps his arms around the head of Tact and stretches the two body parts as far apart as possible. Vaughn is forced to scream out loudly over the screams of pain from his opponent towards the referee to see if the champ will submit. Tact shakes his head no as he continues to struggle against the hold. *
Markson: Tact is trapped, right there in the center of the ring with nowhere to go and Peter Vaughn isn’t about to let up for a second.
Napier: Yeah, I don’t think he’s about to let go of this crossface.
Markson: Tact is doing everything to reach for those ropes but they’ve got to seem like they’re halfway around the world at this point as Vaughn continues to pull back with every last bit of strength he’s got in his body. I think Vaughn can feel it, I think Vaughn is going to make the champ tap out here.
Napier: And with that, he’ll fully crush the soul of this company!
*Tact continues to struggle against the inevitable in the center of the ring, the crossface at this point is tearing ligaments in his shoulder and doing untold amounts of damage to his neck. The champion raises his hand into the air as referee Lindsay Wallace checks on him one more time. *
Markson: There’s nowhere to go, the champ’s going to tap!
Napier: New champion! The Cabal holds the gold!
*But in a complete act of defiance, Tact’s hand doesn’t slap the mat but instead it begins to claw at the grip that Peter Vaughn has with his clasped hands around his neck. Tact’s hand frantically searches for a way in as it begins to fade out from the loss of oxygen that the champion is getting as a result of this hold. However, the hand provides Larry with a chance to shift his body’s position and he begins to fight the hold, gravity, fatigue and everything else against him to move his body closer to the ring. Tact’s fading hand reaches desperately in it’s last ditch effort towards the ropes and he is able to get the tip of his middle finger onto the bottom rope. *
Markson: The champion made it to the bottom rope!! Somehow he survived that crossface and somehow this match is going to continue.
Napier: But at what cost? The damage that Vaughn inflicted with that vicious hold had to have put the champion onto the brink here. It’s only a matter of time now.
*Vaughn breaks the hold on the four count from the referee and he gets up in huff. Vaughn’s not about to let the champion get in any sort of breather and immediately pulls Tact back up to his feet wrenching on the champ’s injured shoulder. Vaughn with a standing arm bar cranks the shoulder around at the joint, rolling it through a couple of times to twist it all in a nice knot each time he does it the champ lets out a gasp of pain and even drops to a knee in agony. Taking great pleasure in the pain he’s putting on the champ, Vaughn uses the arm to double Tact over as he connects with a series of rapid Kawada kicks to the face!! Vaughn dips behind and looks to go for a rear waist lock, but somehow Tact spins around looking for a counter of his own. Vaughn pulls down on the jaw of Tact and sends him flying towards the corner instead…
“THHHHUD!!”
…right into referee Lindsay Wallace!! Tact and Wallace collide causing Wallace to fall through the ropes to the outside. Tact looks on in shock from the accidental bump, he backs up from the corner.
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!”
…right into the Revenged!! Peter Vaughn drives Larry Tact down into the canvas with that leaping reverse neckbreaker that has finished so many others before. *
Napier: Revenged! He hit the Revenged on the champion, now make the cover Peter!! You’ve got this.
*Sure enough, Vaughn out of pure instinct rolls up the legs of the champion going for the cover. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
FOUR!?
FIVE?
Markson: There’s no referee to make the count! She and Larry Tact bumped heads in the corner and fell to the outside of the ring. Peter Vaughn just pinned the champion, but there is no one to make the count so this match is going to continue.
Napier: This is all some sort of conspiracy, Tact, the referee and somehow Terry Marshall are all involved in all of this.
Markson: And just now Peter Vaughn is noticing that there is no referee to make the count.
*Vaughn can’t believe it, he gets up and looks for the whereabouts of the referee for a moment. Taking a long look back towards the champion, Vaughn forms an idea in his brain and heads out of the ring with a smirk on his face. Vaughn goes right to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a hold of the International Championship title, he gives it a look as he slides with it back into the ring and waits for Larry Tact to bring himself back up to his feet. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn’s got the gold title in his hands.
Napier: Looks like he’s about to finish this match off by making Larry Tact dine on his own belt.
Markson: Tact’s still dazed as he pulls himself back up to his feet, referee Lindsay Wallace has started to stir on the outside as well. This looks to be bad, real bad for the champ.
*Vaughn stalks as he grips that title belt with Tact’s name etched on it in his hands, a lick of the lips as well as his eyes go wide as the target presents itself. Vaughn charges in and swings wildly, but somehow Larry Tact is able to duck his six-and-a-half-foot frame under the swing. Vaughn spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection from the champion! Vaughn drops the belt, which is bad because Tact wraps his arm around the top of his head.
“SSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!”
And drives Peter Vaughn face first into that title belt with a DDT!! The crowd goes nuts as Tact tosses the championship belt to the outside of the ring and does what he can to help referee Lindsay Wallace back into the ring. Tact makes the cover, but Ref Wallace is still out of it trying to clear her head. Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo as El Diablo Blanco and Chris Page emerge from the entrance tunnel. The boos suddenly change to cheers though as Mac Bane and Tristan Slater emerge behind them. Mac grabs El D and Tristan grabs Page. Your Worst Nightmare begins battling The Cabal back to the locker room. *
Markson: YES! Your Worst Nightmare is keeping the playing field level.
Napier: Those losers are going to pay for sticking their nose in Cabal business.
*Larry has gotten up from the pin to watch what is going on in the entrance way. Larry smiles and turns back to see Vaughn is still down and Ref Wallace on her knees. Larry makes the pin and Wallace drops down making the count. *
1…….
2……
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: NO! NO! PETER VAUGHN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!
Napier: Prayers answered, thank you!
Markson: A slow count from a very dazed referee and Peter Vaughn was able to get his shoulder off of the mat at what some would say two point nine.
*Larry shakes his head and stands up, pulling Vaughn up with him. Tact gets Vaughn into position for the Starbreaker, and as Tact lifts Vaughn up, Vaughn sits out and is able to counter into a facebuster, dropping face-first onto the mat. Vaughn struggles up to his feet, and as he does the crowd begins to cheer as Mac Bane and Tristan Slater appear walking down the entranceway. Vaughn pauses as he looks at “Your Worst Nightmare” heading down the entranceway.
Vaughn begins yelling at them and is distracted, allowing Tact to recover. Tact grabs Vaughn from behind and nails him with the “Tactilizer” (Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb). Larry hold on hooking Vaughn for the pin. *
1…
2…
Markson: WHAT THE HELL IS MAC BANE DOING!?!
*The count is stopped as Mac Bane hops onto the apron. Referee Wallace begins ordering Mac off the apron. Larry gets up and is looking at Mac wondering what he is doing. With Larry and Wallace distract Tristan Slater slides into the ring behind Tact and smashes the International title into the back if Tact’s head. Tact goes down to his knees and is clutching his head.
Tristan grabs Vaughn and pulls Vaughn to his feet before hopping out of the ring. Mac drops off the apron and Refree Wallace turns around. Larry starts getting to his feet when Vaughn hits him with Revenged (Zig Zag). Vaughn rolls ontop of Tact for the pin. *
1…..
2…..
3…..
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NNNEEEEEWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! THE MECHANIC, PETER VAUGHN!!!
Markson: NO! NOT THIS WAY!
Napier: YES! I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER!!!
*Mac and Tristan roll into the ring and Tristan hands Vaughn the International championship. Mac and Tristan help Vaughn to his feet and then raise his arms in the air. The shot focuses on the newest members of The Cabal standing arm and arm with Peter Vaughn over the fallen Larry Tact as the shot fades to credits. *
