Friday Night Fury 1/19/24 Results

Post by Peter Vaughn on Jan 19, 2024 19:51:31 GMT -5

*The FNF logo fades to a shot from the last Friday Night Fury. To a transitioning shot of all the “Year End Awards” winners. *

*As the awards fade the opening video for Friday Night Fury begins.*



*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out FedEx Forum in Memphis, TN. The crowd of over 18,500 Thunderamanics roar as blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *

HERE FOR S.E.X (cup)

Andrea is a BAD-WOMAN

LOVING KHLOE, IS NO SYNN

THE CABAL WILL FALL!

TACT WILL WIN, #TACTFACT

JMONT & VAUGHN, LOSERS R’US

ALEXANDER WILL QUOTE THE RAVEN, NEVERMORE

ROGUE’S GALLERY WILL STEAL THE SHOW

*The shot switches from the signs in the crowd to the commentary table where both announcers are looking excited. *

Markson: Hello everyone, AND WELCOME, TO FRIDAY NIGHT FURY!!!

Napier: I’m so excited for tonight. I can’t wait to see Chris Page and Robert Main bounced from the S.E.X Cup in the first round, and my pick to win it all Peter Vaughn and JMont show the world they are the real deal when they beat The Malvados.

Markson: We do indeed have a huge line-up tonight, many massive matches, but that is to be expected during the S.E.X Cup.

Napier: And as usual, we get to kick the night off with JMont.

Markson: *sigh* Will JMont opening the show ever stop?

Napier: I sure hope not.

*Something unusual is happening at the commentary table. While Markson and Napier were having a conversation, you heard the phone of Napier go off. And of course, this man could not just have a regular ringtone. He had to go over and beyond with this one.*

BIG PIMPIN BY JAY Z

*Markson looks at Napier and cannot believe what he just heard.*

Napier: Before you say anything else, I have to take this call. It’s urgent.

*Markson cannot believe what is going on right now. Napier is taking a call, while they are in the middle of a show.*

Napier: What's up J Money!

*Markson’s eyes light up because J Money could only mean one person. Markson always thought Napier was full of Poop when it came to this man, but from this phone call, it looks like Napier has some good connections.*

Napier: You're about to enter the arena and you wanted me to remind Markson how much of a prick he is? I can definitely do that for you. And you're driving what?

*As the call comes to an end, Napier looks over to Markson.*

Napier: Quote on Quote from J Money. “You are the biggest prick in the world and a total douchebag.” He is still debating if you are worse than Matt Knox.

*Markson’s face turns bright red. Napier is laughing.*

Markson: That man has no respect and common courtesy for anyone. He thinks he just runs this world and can do and say what he wants.

Napier: Well, he does all of that and let me warn you right now. You are not gonna like what he is pulling up in. Let’s just say that you are going to have a BIG FOOT up your ass soon.

*Markson has no idea what Napier is hinting at, but something is about to go down. The Thundertron lights up and shows the back of the arena. It’s empty, like a Titan’s home game. The camera’s are outside, freezing their asses off. There are a couple paparazzi standing by, but not the usual amount because of the winter storm that came through Memphis.*

Napier: I cannot wait to see this!

*Before Markson could even get a word in, you hear a loud Kahlenberg Model KM-250 Truck Horn go off a few times. The camera men get startled; it's so loud. It even looks like one of the paparazzi members just Poop their pants because they are walking back into the arena and the way they were walking, it looks as if they were carrying something extra in the back.*

Napier: What are you gonna do with all that junk? All that junk, inside your trunk?

Markson: I want to give you a Black Eye Peas right now.

*With Markson getting more irate and Napier enjoying himself, you can see a LARGE shadow of a truck coming towards the cameras. Napier had the inside scoop, so everyone knows that J MONT is arriving. And if you thought it was just gonna be some sort of regular arrival, you haven't been watching TPW at all. Approaching is a 1978 Custom Ford Monster Truck. Brownish in color and tires the size of J Mont’s ego. Extensive frame modifications were made to support the 1,000 pound tires. Looks like J Mont is giving Bigfoot a run for his money with this.*



Napier: I told you pricks that it was him and I don’t need a source, when my source is the man himself.

Markson: This company will be better the day it rids itself of Dumb and Dumber.

*As the Monster Truck comes to a complete stop, you can hear the air brakes make a sound. But it looks like J Mont didn't come alone. Behind this Monster truck is a life size Elvis Presley Mannequin, which looks pretty beat up now after that truck ride.*



*While the cameras and paparazzi all get their pictures and videos of J Mont dragging Elvis all through Memphis, they are missing out on J Mont as the driver's door opens up. Looking down, J Mont knows this jump could jeopardize his match tonight with Peter Vaughn if he breaks a leg or turns an ankle. But, without any hesitation or fear, J Mont makes the jump down and has a perfect landing. Whoever gets stuck valet parking this, is going to have the impossible task of figuring out how to get in this vehicle. With all the spotlight now on J Mont, he is smiling and enjoying the moment.*

J MONT: What was Elvis’ last great hit?

*Everyone in the back that is standing around shrugs there shoulders because they have no idea what the answer is.*

J MONT: The Bathroom Floor!

*A huge sigh and shocked faces are everywhere. What a low blow by J Mont.*

Napier: Buddy Holly was definitely better than Elvis.

Markson: This man has no respect for anyone. That is uncalled for, what he just said about Elvis.

*J Mont, having no filter is looking into the cameras again.*

J MONT: Now, I know you all have been waiting for me to arrive and say what's on my mind, because the last time you all saw me, I didn't say a Gosh Dang thing. You all know me now. There is always a method to my madness. A game plan in place. A message was sent last time and i didnt have to say a word. JKO after JKO. Violence after Violence. Destruction after Destruction. All of that was done and a word was not said, but everyone got the picture. You want to know what's on my mind? Stay tuned, because I'm about to go to that ring and do what I do better than anyone in this industry. Get on that mic and verbally abuse who I feel deserves it. Definitely these Titans fans here are used to abuse. Just look at their Quarterback play.

*The fans inside the arena watching on the Thundertron are letting J Mont have it. Just wait til he finally enters the ring and gets to hear all the Boos up close and personal. But, in the meantime, J Mont pushes past the cameras, reporters and paparazzi and makes his way towards the door. Before entering, J Mont turns around.*

J MONT: J Mont is entering the building. F[bleep] you, Elvis!

*J Mont swings the door open and enters the arena.*

Napier: The best part of the show is about to happen. It’s J Mont Time!

Markson: It’s not Man Crush Monday. Today is Friday. Stop crushing on this man.

Napier: You are just salty that he hates you and likes me.

Markson: J Mont likes anyone that kisses his ass and does what he says. You need a collar around your neck so he can walk you around.

*Markson and Napier are going at it as usual when it pertains to J Mont. And all this time, J Mont has been walking in the back and making his way towards the entrance way. With the back curtains in sight, J Mont is about to enter the firing pit because these fans are waiting to BOO the hell out of him. J Mont standing there now, just waiting to give the cue that he is ready to go.*

J MONT: Hit my MUSIC!

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*Typical J Mont. Before you can even hear the music, the Pyro and fireworks shoot off so that everyone is paying attention and getting ready for the arrival of the hottest superstar in the industry today. A lot of the young fans are wiping tears away from being scared of the loud sounds. Others are using their fingers to make sure their ears are still working. Parents are holding their kids in their arms from being scared. But, the smoke is beginning to clear and the spotlight hits the entrance way. Lasers of all colors are shooting all over the arena. You hear some static from the sound system.*



*“Money, Power, and Respect” hits the sound system. The Boo’s are out of control.*

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*Out walks J Mont with the biggest smile on his face. You would think he just had sex with his wife before walking out here. Smiling from ear to ear. J Mont raises his arms and takes in all the hate. Slowly, he begins to walk down the ramp. The fans are throwing every word they can at J Mont, but they are forgetting that is what fuels his drive. J Mont is half way down the ramp when he stops, and sees a young fan holding a JUNKO action figure. J Mont reaches over and grabs the figure. Taunting the little kid, J Mont rips the head of Junko off the figure and throws it up towards the second row and hands the headless figure back to the young kid who starts to cry. The father comes over who is wearing a Matt Knox hat. J Mont laughs and grabs the hat. He then smacks the father in the face with the hat. The father tries to get over the railing but security gets there faster than they ever have in any incident. J Mont is laughing and throws the hat on the ground. He then takes a big step on the hat as he continues down the ramp.*

Markson: Can management finally FIRE this guy. What he is doing to the fans is out of line and uncalled for.

Napier: How much do you want to bet that the ratings at the end of the show will be highest during the J Mont spot?

Markson: This world is coming to an end then, if that happens.

*J Mont makes his way into the ring. As he climbs the turnbuckle, the fans continue their hatred for him. You would think they would be tired from all the Boos, but it's not stopping. J Mont does his usual pose, followed by 2 middle fingers for all the fans to take in. Hopping down now off the turnbuckle, J Mont leans over and is handed a mic.*

2 MINUTES GO BY

J MONT: I got all night. When you finally shut the hell up, I can say what I have to say!

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2 MORE MINUTES GO BY

*Looks like the fans are finally caving in and the booing has stopped for the moment.*

J MONT: I already know everyone here in Memphis thinks this place is so great. Thankfully, my Monster Truck has over 1000 pounds worth of wheels and tires, otherwise I'd come back after the show and find my truck on blocks. The crime rate here is one of the worst I have ever heard of. With a crime rate of 98 per one thousand residents, you may want to check your pockets and make sure the person sitting next to you didnt steal your wallet or EBT card.

*Obviously the fans here in Memphis are not on the J Mont train or bandwagon.*

J MONT: Lucky for everyone here in attendance tonight, you get to see a winner for a change. You are blessed with one of the best of all time in J Mont. The same cannot be said about your Titans. Derrick Henry is running out of town as fast as he can. The Volunteers are doing just that in college football. They are volunteering their time and energy so other teams can get wins. The Grizzlies have a point guard who would rather shoot a gun than a 3 pointer. Now I see why people who were born here like Justin Timberlake, Morgan Freeman and Shannen Doherty left and never came back.

*You see it all. The thumbs down. The middle fingers. The heads were shaking. J Mont has hit a nerve with the fans of Memphis.*

J MONT: Enough about this dump of a place. I just hope I don't have to come back here for the rest of the year. And you can bet all the money in the world, I will never bring my daughter Gia here. But back to the business at hand. My plate is very full at the moment, something that I'm sure you fat bastards are used to since you love going to the all you can eat buffets and stacking your food on one plate seven feet high. But my full plate is a lot different than yours. You have egg rolls, mac n cheese, hot dogs, rice and whatever else on your plate. My plate has people that I need to take down one by one until I am the last man standing.And the first person on that plate is Maxwell Mason Stone. Now, don't think for one minute I have forgotten about you. But right now, I had to put your paper champion ass to the side because more important business has come up. Yes, more important than you. But have no fear, I will be coming for my rematch in the very near future. And this time around, maybe you can try to beat me fairly without needing assistance from Japan. This time you had Junko help you. Who is next? Bruce Lee? Just be prepared because the next time we step foot into that ring together, you are going to be leaving in a body bag and not even Mr. Miyagi can save you.

Napier: Put Stone in a body bag……..yeah!!!!!!

Markson: Cannot wait to see Max kick J Mont so hard in the face, that it shuts him up forever.

J MONT: And next up is The Malvados. I have already said a lot about them since the moment we found out that they would be our first round opponents. But i will have to say, the hate is real. Once everyone saw that J Mont and Peter Vaughn were teaming up, we became Public Enemy Number 1. And obviously, no one wants to see us succeed, even TPW management. Pitting us against The Duos Tag Team of the year and last year's S.E.X. Cup Winners right off the rip. But, myself and Vaughn are out to prove to the world that we can win tag matches and work together. And the million dollar question everyone is asking and wanting to know is……Is this a one off with you guys or are you both putting your egos aside and going to work as a team in the business? The answer is simple….. Stay Tuned…..Once we beat The Malvados and win the S.E.X. Cup, that is just going to be the start of more things to come. The ODD COUPLE will show the world tonight just why the Wrestler of the Year and the Heel of the Year together is bad news for not only this tournament, but the whole industry,

Napier: J Mont and Vaughn together is one of the best teams ever assembled. The Dream Team of 96 would be jealous of them.

Markson: They are no Jordan and Pippen.

Napier: They are better, you prick.

Markson: I cannot wait to watch them get knocked all the way back to 1996.

*The fans are getting restless and tired of hearing J Mont feed his own ego, but that's not going to stop him from speaking his mind.*

J MONT: And before we get to the main course, the next jackass I need to address is none other than Matt Knox. Mr. thinks he is the baddest dude on the planet. You got a lucky win over Peter Vaughn to get that International Title, and then go on social media looking for a fight on February 2nd, but the writing was on the wall. You knew that poking the bear in me would cause me to accept this fight. You knew I wanted Round 2 with you for a long time. It was a nice try having your daughter try to get in the way of this match, but she hasn't done a damn thing to earn a spot standing across from me. But she can sit in the front row and watch me smack you around like the bitch you are and take that title from you. You see, Knox, I accepted this match for multiple reasons. I wanted to redeem myself for a loss to you. I want to shut you up for all of America. I want to take that International Title and add it to my hall of fame career. And then I will get the other rematch that the world wants to see. J Mont vs. Peter Vaughn 3. February 2nd, everyone needs to realize that will be the night that The MONTS ruined the life of Matt Knox. I will take his International Title and my Brother Paul and his wife Michelle will know them out of the S.E.X. Cup in the first round. Sorry Amber, but you picked the wrong guy to team with. I already nailed you with a JKO at PWV, but that was just a warning shot to remind you not to mess with The Monts. Knox, enjoy your time because before you know it, it will be February 2nd, and I plan on shooting down a Raven.

Napier: J Mont is going to win the International Title from Knox, then get his rematch with Max and win back his American Title. Then win the S.E.X. Cup with Vaughn and be Duos Champion. Can you say Triple Threat Champ Mont?

Markson: And pigs can fly? None of that will happen. Mont is about to go on a losing streak like the Detroit Pistons this year in the NBA. You heard it here first.

Napier: You want some Haterade Markson?

Markson: I'm spitting the truth and you cannot handle it.

J MONT: And last but not least. The stupid little Japanese girl who ran over 2 of my good friends in Axel Shaw and Shaun Hart. And cost me MY American Championship. JUNKO, you should have stayed home and never came back. But of course, you're a complete moron and decided to once again, get in my business. But this time, I am going to make sure that you are down and out for good. You are going to be a steamed dumpling when I get done with you. I dont give a crap about you and your culture. As a matter of fact, I want you to invite me over to your house so I can walk in with mud on the bottom of my Gucci’s and parade around your house. And when I get done doing that, I'm going to point my finger aggressively at every family member of yours in the house. I will scream at the top of my lungs. USA RULES, JAPAN SUCKS!



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J MONT: You guys have no creativity. You are boring me with all these boos. Think of something else for a change. Because right now, I am thinking about how badly Junko wants this Trilogy with me. You sure this is what you want Junko? Because when I get done with you for a second time in a row, you are going to join your mentor Hideo Chiba in hell. Then together, you guys can do all the drugs you want and have all the drinks you want while you talk about how I killed you. Sorry it has to be this way, and you couldn't go out with a drug overdose or a seizure. Oh wait, that happened to your mentor in 2021. Another dumbass from Japan.

Markson: Enough is enough. Someone cut his mic and get him out of the ring. That is crossing the line.

Napier: J Mont is just speaking the truth. It really did happen that way.

J MONT: And Junko, I am going to make sure that you and your partner Orange Junko don't make it out of the first round. Yes, I called your partner Orange because of her hair and that's the only reason I can tell you stupid little Japanese girls apart. 2 for the Price of 1 is how i am looking at it. You 2 combined are not even in my weight class. You need to up your food intake of fried rice and get ready because I am in the best shape of my life and 2024 is the year of MONT!

*COP SIRENS ARE HEARD!

J Mont looks around frantically, eyes wide, stomping around the ring and shouting at the fans to shut up until he's red in the face. Abruptly, the sirens cut and the instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a big pop from the live crowd!*

Markson: It's Junko! JUNKO SOUMA IS HERE!

Napier: Good! Now the police know exactly where to find her after committing ATTEMPTED VEHICULAR HOMICIDE at Winter Wrestleland! Axel Shaw and Shaun Hart were seriously injured! They might never wrestle again!

Markson: To be fair, it's debatable whether Axel Shaw ever knew how to wrestle to begin with! That's one stick in the mud we won't be missing in Thunder Pro Wrestling!

Napier: How can you be so insensitive!?

Markson: You were just celebrating as J Mont made fun of the death of Junko Souma's mentor, Hideo Chiba! The man was a deathmatch legend and if it wasn't for him, Junko wouldn't be here in Thunder Pro Wrestling today as one of its most beloved competitors!

Napier: Then he should've died sooner!

Markson: She's the Babyface of the Year!

Napier: Only because nobody likes Matt Knox!

*As they continue bickering back and forth, there's a ruckus just off of the stage as a tall black curtain parts and a police cruiser gently makes its way through into an open area separated from the screaming fans by yellow caution tape. A member of the TPW backstage crew is behind the driver's seat and Junko Souma and Hanako Tohei are sitting outside the rear windows, pumping their fists and rallying the fans behind them! The cheers become louder and louder as the cruiser drifts to a stop and both girls climb out the windows and stand on top of the cruiser, looking out at the fans and waving. J Mont continues losing it in the ring as the fans stop paying attention to him for longer than five seconds.*

Napier: This... is... disgraceful! These two little girls are making a mockery of the United States justice system with every moment they're allowed to walk free! Shaun Hart is a MOVIE STAR for God's sake! He might never get to stand alongside Jennifer Aniston on the red carpet ever again after what Junko did to him!

Markson: Wait, every moment THEY'RE allowed to walk free? What did Hanako do!?

Napier: Who or WHAT is Hanako!?

Markson: She's the one in orange!

Napier: That's not Hanako! That's Orange Junko!

*Junko hops down off the top of the car, followed a half-second later by Hanako. Stopping at the edge of the ramp, Junko looks over her shoulder and gives Hanako a nod before gesturing for her to stay back with the car. Hanako nods and turns back, leaning back against the hood as Junko climbs onto the ramp and begins making her way toward the ring. Walking up the ring steps, she keeps her eyes locked on J Mont who stares her down, teeth clenched, spittle flying from his mouth with every heavy breath. Showing no sign of advancing on her, Junko climbs through the ropes and stands across the ring from him.*

Markson: This is it, Napier... the confrontation we've been waiting for.

Napier: We? I wasn't waiting for this! I hoped we'd never see Junko again after Night of the Living Dead! Now, not only has she cost J Mont the American Championship that he EARNED but... but... now there's TWO OF THEM!?

Markson: The other girl's name is Hanako!

Napier: That's what I said! Orange Junko!

*A hush falls over the crowd. There's electricity in the air as J Mont and Junko stare each other down from across the ring. Just as the anticipation reaches a fever pitch, J Mont raises his microphone and speaks... his tone lower and more menacing than previously.*

J MONT: Are you satisfied with what you've done, Junko?

*Junko doesn't respond, doesn't move at all.*

J MONT: Is this what you wanted?

*He takes a step closer, staring clear through her. Junko calls for a microphone and Steve Cotton hands one to her through the ropes from outside. She turns to face J Mont, holding the microphone at her side. The frustration is evident in his tone.*

J MONT: You... weren't supposed to come back.

*He shouts.*

J MONT: I BEAT YOU! I DESTROYED YOU AT YOUR OWN GAME!

*Junko doesn't move, doesn't respond... she simply stares right back at him.*

J MONT: I was the American Champion and you took that away from me. If you wanted to have one more match... if you wanted to --

*He holds up quotation fingers.*

J MONT: -- FINISH THE TRILOGY --

*He shakes his head with disgust.*

J MONT: -- all you had to do was show your stupid f[bleep]ing face and I would've been happy to cave it in for you one more time. Instead, what did you do? You cost me the championship and then you have the audacity to ask me for a rematch!? What kind of sense does that make, huh!? We could've fought for the title and, now... I GUESS I JUST HAVE TO KILL YOU FOR FUN, YOU DUMB BITCH!

*The fans OOOOOOOOOoooOoOOooOooooH in response. J Mont looks out at the fans and smirks, nodding his head. Still, Junko doesn't immediately respond. Finally, after what feels like a full minute, Junko raises the microphone and speaks in English as best she can.*

Junko Souma: This --

*She gestures toward herself and then toward J Mont.*

Junko Souma: -- isn't about... a title.

*Seething, a drop of sweat falls off J Mont's nose as he glares at her.*

Junko Souma: For four months... you made my life... living hell --

*She takes a step up, drawing closer to J Mont.*

Junko Souma: -- with words as much... as actions... you hurt me... like nobody else!

*J Mont nods, a smirk creeping across his face.*

Junko Souma: When I lost... the American Championship to you at Night... of the Living Dead... I didn't know if I would ever return to Thunder... Pro... Wrestling. I went back to Japan injured... broken... so much pain! But then, one night... I was lying in bed... wondering what I would do next... where I would go... where life might take me... and, thinking back on the blood we spilled against one another... I realized something.

*Another step toward him, closing the distance.*

Junko Souma: Thanks to you --

*She smirks as well, causing J Mont's to falter ever-so-slightly.*

Junko Souma: -- I have never felt... more alive!

*J Mont scowls, looking out at the fans as they cheer.*

Junko Souma: I don't want your title, Joe Montuori... because this, what we have... the Feud of the Year in 2023... is bigger than that title. I told everyone two weeks ago that I have three New Year's Resolutions... win the SEX Cup... challenge for the International Championship --

*She points at him, her smirk giving way to a serious expression.*

Junko Souma: -- and beat you... once and for all.

*Raising his chin, towering over her, he stares down his nose at her and raises the microphone. His voice is low and authoritative... intimidating, even. She looks up at him as he growls into the microphone.*

J MONT: So, let's do this.

*The fans erupt, cheering loudly. Flash bulbs go off in every direction. Neither J Mont or Junko moves or reacts at all. Finally, after several long seconds of letting the fans have their say, J Mont continues.*

J MONT: Friday night... March 15th... 2024!

*His shoulders rise and fall with every heavy breath.*

J MONT: Joe Montuori versus Junko Souma... ONE MORE TIME!

*He raises his arm, pointing to the banner hanging above the ring.*

J MONT: AT THUNDER... IN... PARADISE 3!

*He leans down, getting right in her face.*

J MONT: You want your rematch... YOU GOT IT!

*She steps up, going directly nose to nose with him as she raises the microphone.*

Junko Souma: Not just any match!

*J Mont chuckles and stands upright, looming over her.*

J MONT: You know what... f[bleep] it.

*He turns his back on her casually, looking out at the fans... amused.*

J MONT: I'm not scared... pick your poison.

*He shrugs.*

J MONT: After all... I already beat you at your own game once before. What else could you possibly have up your sl --

Junko Souma: NO ROPES... ELECTRIC BARBED WIRE DEATH MATCH!

*J Mont's eyes go wide and the fans pop HUGE!*

Junko Souma: Hideo Chiba’s specialty.

*Slowly, he turns around to face her, finding her staring him down from several feet away, dead serious expression on her face. J Mont raises his microphone, keeping eye contact with her. He hesitates, breathing audibly into the microphone.*

J MONT: ...you're on.

*The fans pop huge as the match is made official and the instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, signaling the end of their time. J Mont looks around, annoyed by the interruption, waving his hands around.*

J MONT: HEY! HEY, DAMMIT! CUT HER MUSIC! TURN HER CRAPPY MUSIC OFF! THIS IS MY SHOW! I GET THE LAST WORD! ME! ME! MEEEEEEE!

*The music immediately cuts. J Mont nods, satisfied. Raising the microphone once again, he towers over her, staring right down into her face.*

J MONT: One last thing... those resolutions you have... don't forget... in two weeks, I'll be the new Thunder Pro Wrestling International Champion when I snuff out Matt Knox like the little bitch he is and end his absolute JOKE of a title reign... so rest assured, you'll have your shot at the International Championship when we meet one last time at Thunder in Paradise.

*The fans boo as he uses one hand to make the title belt motion around his waist.*

J MONT: And if you want to win the SEX Cup... you've got to go through me and my partner... THE WRESTLER OF THE YEAR, PETER VAUGHN! And with the way the brackets are set up... if you can get past the Gangsters of Christ like you COULDN'T DO LAST YEAR WHEN BROOKE BLAKELY DRAGGED YOUR ASS TO THE SEMI-FINALS... if you're lucky enough to meet me and Vaughn in the finals at Thunder in Paradise, it will be my pleasure to kick your ass two times in one night and show all of these people what I've known all along --

*He smiles evilly.*

J MONT: -- you've got a lot of heart, kid... but when it comes to the big time... when it comes to the matches that count... you're nothing but a choker... YOU'RE A Gosh Dang CHOKER!

*Junko is trembling with anger as she stares up into J Mont's eyes.*

J MONT: You say you've got three resolutions but the fact of that matter is that all roads lead to the same destination... they begin... and end... with JOE MONTUORI… AT THUNDER... IN... PARADISE!

*He looks away from Junko, up and out over the crowd.*

J MONT: Now... hit MY music.

*The fans erupt in boos as J Mont's music hits and he pushes past Junko, shouldering her and almost knocking her down on his way out of the ring. He climbs through the ropes and begins walking confidently toward the back with his head held high, leaving her in the ring. He’s so confident that he doesn’t even look back for a second.*

Markson: I don't know what to say... there we have it... and I'm receiving word from the back that this match... this match is going to be the MAIN EVENT of Thunder in Paradise 3!

Napier: Junko should send J Mont a Christmas card every year for the rest of her life for making her career with a PAY-PER-VIEW MAIN EVENT in the greatest company in the world!

Markson: Junko Souma versus J Mont, round three! One more time for all-time at Thunder in Paradise 3! NO ROPE BARBED WIRE DEATH MATCH! And J Mont was telling the truth... if the cards fall just right... all paths lead to Thunder in Paradise for Junko Souma! The SEX Cup Tournament finals, the International Championship... AND J MONT HIMSELF!

Napier: I can't speak for Junko's chances of making it to the finals of the SEX Cup Tournament. She's got a long road ahead of her with teams like John Cable's New Breed and the team of Chris Page and Robert Main! El Diablo and Leah Aguero! Not to mention, the brackets are lined up so that she might meet the Gangsters of Christ in the semi-finals AGAIN if she's lucky enough to even make it that far! Who knows what her partner is even capable of... I've never even heard of Orange Junko until two weeks ago! J Mont and Peter Vaughn on the other hand... their bracket is a breeze!

Markson: The Malvados! Matt Knox and Amber Bane-Ryan! Lights Out! A breeze?! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?

Napier: Why wouldn’t I be serious?!

Markson: Forget it… either way, we might just be on the verge of witnessing one of the bloodiest, most violent main events in the history of Thunder Pro Wrestling… and, good lord, the show hasn’t even properly begun yet, but since JMont took up so much time again we have to go to a commercial break. Folks, we will be right back with Friday Night Fury.

*The shot return from the commercial break to Andrew Hernandez and Sal Badman both already in the ring. As the shot returns the bell ring.

In a thrilling clash between high-flying champion Andrea Hernandez and the grumpy veteran Sal Badman, the wrestling ring became a battleground of contrasting styles and personalities. The match unfolded with Andrea showcasing her remarkable agility and speed, living up to her reputation as a high-flying champion.

From the opening bell, Andrea wasted no time taking to the air, executing breathtaking aerial maneuvers that left the audience in awe. Her repertoire of acrobatic flips, dives, and springboard attacks showcased not only her athleticism but also her ability to keep Sal Badman on his toes.

Sal Badman, the grizzled veteran known for his no-nonsense and grumpy demeanor, found himself struggling to counter Andrea's lightning-fast movements. Despite his experience, Sal had difficulty predicting Andrea's unpredictable high-flying assault. The clash of styles created a dynamic and entertaining spectacle for the fans.

Andrea continued to dominate the match with her aerial prowess, utilizing the ropes and turnbuckles to her advantage. She executed precision dropkicks, flying crossbodies, and gravity-defying leaps, keeping Sal Badman on the defensive. The crowd roared with excitement as Andrea's high-flying maneuvers seemed to defy the laws of physics.

However, Sal Badman, showing the resilience that comes with years of experience, began to adapt to Andrea's high-flying assault. He strategically grounded the match, targeting Andrea's legs to limit her aerial maneuvers. The grumpy veteran used power moves and submission holds to wear down the high-flying champion.

As the match reached its climax, the tension in the arena escalated. Andrea, determined to maintain her high-flying dominance, countered Sal Badman's ground game with one last breathtaking aerial assault. The finale saw Andrea soaring from the top rope with a spectacular diving maneuver, securing the victory and retaining her high-flying champion status.

In the end, the clash between Andrea Hernandez's high-flying finesse and Sal Badman's grumpy veteran tactics created a memorable spectacle for wrestling fans. The match showcased the diversity of styles in professional wrestling and left the audience buzzing with excitement over the dynamic encounter between these two contrasting competitors. *

Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... ANDREA HERNANDEEEEEZZZ!!!

*Following the ending of the match, Andrea requests a microphone as the referee hands her the Prestige Championship. She receives a microphone not too long afterward and she soaks in the cheers that she is getting as she begins to express her thoughts. *

Andrea Hernandez: It’s another win for me and yeah, that’s great and all but at the same time, I’m wondering something: where’s the competition at.

I know that I beat Leah Aguero to retain this championship at Winter Wrestleland and I am very proud of that fact. I knew that I had her from the moment that the bell rang because she didn’t want this enough. I felt like I wrestled someone that was a passionless void and if you want further proof that she really didn’t want that match at all, then consider the fact that she moved on so damn quickly. Honestly? That’s pretty disrespectful and the championship that I hold deserves better than that. But you know what, it is what it is. I know that there are more than enough people in the back that hunger to be a champion so damn bad.

Perhaps I am feeling very confident considering the way I ended the year as a whole, especially when you consider that I’ve done pretty damn good since I’ve been here beating who I need to beat even if the competition hasn’t been up to snuff all the time, but I know that this is going to be a very strong year for me and I’m not going to stand here and accept a challenge from someone that just wants to go through the motions…

*Andrea pauses and thinks on things a little bit as it’s pretty obvious that she’s not thrilled with the way her previous challenger effectively just moved on to other things after she bested her at Winter Wrestleland. *

Andrea Hernandez: So, this is basically me saying ‘if you want a shot at this, you know where to find me’ because I know that I am strong enough and confident enough to win against anyone no matter who they are. Winning this championship in the first place definitely began the process of coming to that realization but closing out the year that I did was nothing but pure validation. I need to continue to earn my keep here and that’s what I am going to do regardless of who the heck wants to target me.

If being a part of a clean sweep of the supposed big bads of Thunder Pro Wrestling doesn’t speak volumes, then I’m not sure what does. But in this new year, one way or another, I will continue to show exactly why I am here and what I am capable of.

*Andrea then drops the microphone and raises her title in the air, clearly showing that she’s hungering for a bit more passionate competition. She does hear some cheers along the way as she rolls out of the ring and makes her exit .*

Napier: Some strong words from the champion who was lucky to survive a run in with the Cabal.

Markson: She is a fighting champion, and up next is a match between two men who are looking for a shot at her championship.

Napier: Please, like Pierce stands a chance against the G.O.A.T John Blade.

*”The Time Is Now” by Tha Trademarc hits the arena speakers and out comes John Blade. He bounces around and engages with the fans as he makes his way down to the ring.*

Steve Cotton: Weighing in at 260 pounds… from Lowell, Massachusetts. JOHN BLADE!

*Blade enters the ring and tosses his shirt to the fans. He then hands his chain to the referee and gets ready for his fight.*

Napier: Nothing like kicking off the action with “Big Match” John Blade!

*”One More Time” by The Suicide Machines hits the arena and it prompts a mixed reaction from the crowd in attendance. Jayce Pierce emerges, soaking in the mixed reaction with an arrogant smirk. He confidently strides down the ramp, rolling his hands in a stretch. Upon reaching the ring, he pulls himself up on the middle rope, acknowledging both cheers and jeers of the Memphis crowd.*

Markson: Jayce Pierce looks ready for business here tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

*Jayce climbs the turnbuckle and raises his hands into the air, embracing both the cheers and the boos from the crowd. He hops off the turnbuckle and turns to face John Blade.*

Napier: Here we go!

*The bell rings and both competitors lock up. They fight for positioning but Jayce is able to back Blade into the corner where he kicks off some offense with a series of strikes. Jayce backs off and Blade takes a step forward.Jayce hits him with a roundhouse kick knocking him back into the corner once more. Jayce purposefully jogs to the opposite corner and charges towards John Blade for a Yakuza kick but John Blade ducks out to his right. Jayce stops himself but Blade shoves him into the corner and starts unleashing strikes of his own.*

Markson: The last time we saw these guys in the ring was at Winter Wrestleland in the Secret Santa Battle Royal. After that match, Jayce Pierce put TPW on notice and he certainly hopes to follow through by getting his first one on one victory here tonight.

Napier: Everyone who walks through that curtain wants to put TPW on notice! Actions speak louder than words and I wanna see some ACTION!

*Blade grabs Pierce by the wrist, takes a few steps back, and whips him into the ropes. Blade takes Pierce down with a clothesline on the comeback. Blade approaches the downed Pierce but he shoots back up to his feet and the two begin exchanging lefts and rights. Pierce hits Blade in the mid-section and then executes a double leg takedown and goes for the cover.*

1!

*Quick kick out by Blade. Pierce grabs Blade by the hair and brings him to his feet and lays in some punches. He lifts Blade up and brings him back down with a scoop slam and then bounces off the ropes and catches Blade with an elbow drop. Jayce backs off and looks around at the crowd.*

Markson: Jayce Pierce looking around at the fans now. It’s gotta be a great feeling getting back in front of a crowd after spending 12 years in the penal system.

Napier: Do you think he brought one of those shanks with him?

Markson: I don’t know… why would you even ask that?

Napier: Because I’d bet the Surgeon of Thuganomics brought his scalpel!

*Blade gets back to his feet and Jayce goes for a roaring elbow but John Blade manages to duck out of the way and knock him down with a shoulder block. Blade bounces off the ropes and hits Jayce with a leg drop and goes for the cover.*

1!



2!



Kick out!

* Blade brings Pierce back up and goes for a head punch but Jayce catches him by the wrist and brings him down with a clothesline. Jayce manages to hold on to the wrist and pulls John Blade back up and delivers another clothesline and hangs on once more. He brings Blade back to his feet for a second time but this time lets go and sends Blade crashing back into the ropes with a roundhouse kick. With Blade on the ropes, Pierce sends him tumbling backward over the top rope with a clothesline*

Markson: Jayce Pierce looks like he’s getting back into the groove now!

Napier: I’ll admit he’s looking like he’s gaining some steam but I would never count out the Surgeon of Thuganomics. Anyone who's been through such an extensive medical program should not be taken lightly.

*John Blade pulls himself up using the ring apron for support and Jayce Pierce comes flying in with a baseball slide that just barely misses taking Blade’s head off. Blade grabs Pierce’s legs and starts hammering down on his knees. He lifts the left leg of Pierce up and slams it down on the ring apron.*

Markson: That’s the hardest part of the ring!

Napier: Speaking of hard, this segment is sponsored by Blue…

Markson: No it isn’t.

*Blade gets back into the ring and stomps down on the hurt leg of Pierce. He pulls him away from the ropes, grabs the leg, and locks in a knee bar.*

Markson: John Blade is looking to take advantage of the weakened knee of Jayce Pierce.

Napier: Smart strategy. Dr. James Andrews. Dr. Neal ElAtttrache. Dr. John Blade.

Markson: Are you just naming surgeons?

Napier: Dr. House. Dr. Pepper.

Markson: I need a raise.

*Jayce Pierce winces in pain, trying to squirm out of the hold. He sits up and starts to pummel John Blade. He hits him. He hits him again. He lets out a yell and hits him for a third time, causing the hold to break. They both get back to their feet and John Blade comes crashing in with a fist to Pierce’s midsection. He lifts him up for a vertical suplex but Blade is able to wiggle and shift his weight back down and falls back to his feet where he counters with a suplex of his own.*

Markson: Despite the hurt knee, Jayce was able to pull off a huge counter there.

Napier: He seems to be adapting. I’ll give him that.

Both competitors get back to their feet. Pierce throws a kick with his healthy leg that Blade dodges. Blade responds by charging forward with a clothesline but Pierce ducks and attempts a backslide pin.

1!




2!!


Kickout by Blade!

*Both men quickly leap back to their feet. Pierce briefly winces as the knee pain slows him down as step but he’s able to quickly execute a hip toss at a charging John Blade. Blade gets back to his feet and Pierce whips him into the ropes. As Blade rebounds, Jayce attempts another roundhouse kick, but Blade counters with a quick spinning back kick… but Jayce catches his foot!*

Markson: We’ve got a good back and forth here!

*Pierce brings Blade down to the mat and applies a single leg Boston Crab. Blade tries to crawl towards the ropes but Pierce wrenches back and applies more pressure. The referee checks on Blade but he responds with a “NO” when asked if he wants to submit.*

Markson: Jayce Pierce with a little revenge now trying to injure the leg of John Blade.

Napier: I don’t even want to know what this felon is planning on doing to Blade. If it came down to it, do you think Blade could perform emergency surgery to fix his own leg?

*Blade grits his teeth, fighting through the pain as he attempts to crawl towards the ropes. He reaches out and his fingers are centimeters away from the bottom rope.

Markson: John Blade looks to be fighting for his life right now.

*Just as Blade is about to reach the ropes, Jayce releases the hold catching Blade off guard. Pierce beats Blade to his feet and catches him with a DDT as he’s getting up.*

Napier: Now that was a savvy move by Jayce Pierce and now he is taking control of this match. It might not be looking so good for The Good Doctor!

*Jayce shakes off the pain in his knee and takes another look out at the crowd who seems to be warming up to him. Jayce pulls Blade back up and hits him with a Snap Dragon Suplex and the crowd cheers.*

Markson: Jayce Pierce is starting to really show who he is here in his one on one debut!

*Blade arches his back in pain after the suplex and Jayce goes for the cover.*

1!





2!!!



Kickout by Blade!


*Jayce acknowledges the crowd’s energy as he quickly rises up. He grabs Blade and pulls him up and grabs him in a double underhook. Before he can hook it in, Blade uses his strength to push Pierce all the way back into the turnbuckle corner. As Pierce stumbles forward, John Blade grabs him and lifts him up on his shoulders for the Death Valley Drop. Blade launches him off of his shoulders but Pierce manages to land on his feet.*

Markson: Fast thinking by Jayce Pierce! Now he’s got Blade on HIS shoulders!

*Jayce Pierce gets John Blade on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and flips him around and drives him into the mat with the “Pierce The Veil (Cradle Shock). He goes for the cover.

1!






2!!!





3!!!


Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. JAYCE PIERCE!!

Markson: A big victory for Jayce Pierce here tonight to open Friday Night Fury! He was disappointed that he didn't get the job done at Winter Wrestleland but he has shown that he is on track now and a force to be reckoned with.

*The shot focuses on Jayce getting his hand raised in victory and then slowly fades to a commercial break. *

*We return to a shot backstage in the catering area. We see a bunch of the ring crew sitting around a large table. Among them is Mike Zybala, sporting one of his many free Terry Marshall shirts. All of them are holding cards that are covered in decorative sleeves. The camera gets closer and we see they are playing Magic the Gathering! They seem to be good natured and joking around. Security walks by and notices the shirt Zybala is wearing and goes off to tattle.

The game is heating up when Khloe Cox, who was getting a plate of food, comes over out of curiosity. She looks at the game and notices the cards in front of Zybala. She sneers a little as she comments. ~


Cox: Slivers?? Ewww. Way to be basic. Why don't you make a good Elf and vampire deck? Plus your Queen isn't even foil…..poor!


~ She walks away to enjoy her food elsewhere while Zybala looks aghast and insulted. A single tear forms in his eye as he is so distracted he misses a chance to counter a spell which kills his Sliver Queen. Insult turns to rage as he begins to glare at Khloe. ~


Zybala: Stronghold came out before foils, you jerk!

Khloe: And it's old too?! Double eww!


~ Zybala's face looks like he's reading “Harry Potter and The Audacity of This Bitch.” He is about to yell at Cox more when he notices Alexander Marshall walking in. Zybala stands up and calls for the boss. Marshall turns towards the noise, sees Zybala, sees the shirt, and nopes right out of catering. ~


Ring crew Randy: Hey Mike, I attack for game.


~ Zybala turns back to the table and sees all of Randy's monsters attacking him. He is about to declare blockers but with his Queen gone, he can't make enough token slivers to absorb the damage. He groans in anger as he loses all of his life points. He starts cleaning up his cards when Khloe walks by. ~


Cox: See? Slivers are yuck. Now if you'll excuse me, unlike you, I have a match to win…nice shirt though!

*The scene transitions to another part of the backstage area. *

* Scene opens up backstage with Sandy Marshall close in shot smiling. *

Sandy: Tonight, I’m here with some next generation talent who have recently signed here with Thunder Pro Wrestling and participants in the S.E.X. Cup. Adam “Bloody” Monday and Black Panda… the Blood Oath.

* The camera shot widens to capture two young men in street clothes. One has red hair and well maintained beard, wearing a sleeveless Thunder Pro Wrestling hoody with the hood on, black jeans and Chicago Lost and Found Air Jordan 1’s. The other is a Japanese-American man with a shaved head wearing a T-shirt of a monster-sized kaiju panda destroying a city, black jeans and black military boots who sneers at the camera arms folded from behind the red haired man, who steps forward to speak. *

Monday: Thanks, Sandy. I’m Adam “Bloody” Monday and this fella right here is my best God damned friend in the whole wide world… Black Panda. Together, we ARE the Blood Oath… as Sandy has kindly explained to y’all. And son, we are the NEWEST tag team here in Thunder Pro.

* He turns to Black Panda and they they bump forearms. *

Monday: But first things first… we gotta address the elephant in the room. The S.E.X. Cup.

* The smile on Sandy’s face is replaced with confusion. Monday gets in closer to the microphone. *

Monday: Y’see here, Sandy… the fact is that this S.E.X. Cup BS is goin’ on ahead and we’ve been put in the tournament. We’re going to be competin’ round one of the Cup. Can you believe that Panda?

* He turns to Black Panda whose expression doesn’t change from that scowl. Lettin out an impressed whistle, Monday turns back to Sandy’s microphone. *

Monday: Round one we’re facin’ Jason Ca$he and an opponent yet to be advised. I mean… seriously? Thunder Pro sign us up and they don’t wanna give us any real means to prepare? No clues? We’re facin’ a feller who gives out UTI’s…

* Monday turns to Sandy with his eyebrows raised. She shakes her head is if it has nothing to do with her. Then he turns back to the camera. *

Monday: …and some damned mystery opponent? Come on, man! I mean, I wanna watch some tape and get to know the in’s and out’s of who the Hell I’m facin’ here. Really get under the covers and study the best ways to pulls wings off the fly, so to speak. And y’all got us facin’ King Itchy and nobody knows?

* Black Panda shakes his head and spits on the ground. Sandy is grossed out by his gesture. Monday holds his hands up palms out as if to say “it’s all good”. *

Monday: It’s okay… all good… no harm, no foul. I mean, y’all know what you’re doin’, right? There has to be some method to your madness. So y’all just wanna see Black Panda, a third generation phenom of spine snappin’ proportions, thinkin’ on his feet against some mystery man? Right? Gotta be SOME genius figurin’ another third generation talent, like yours truly, doesn’t need any understandin’ of his opponent?

* Throwing his hands in the air in confusion, Monday scratches at his beard and looks at Black Panda. *

Monday: I mean… we get it, right? Can’t have some newbies stroll on up in this bitch and make their… * does air quotes * …TALENT look bad night one. Can’t have two unknowns raise that S.E.X. Cup high above their heads the minute they walk through that God damned door!

* He laughs and pats Black Panda on the back, the husky man continues to sneer. *

Monday: As my granddaddy used to say… Aw, Poop, son!

* Patting his chest, Monday kisses a closed fit and points to the heavens. *

Monday: Good for you, Thunder Pro! You think y’all saved them from embarrassment but it don’t matter a damn thing who we face in there. Jason Ca$he can bring down the damned Easter Bunny juiced up on anabolics and bath salts for all we care coz the fact of the matter is time is tickin’ away, son.

* He holds his Apple Watch to his ear, like he could hear it ticking. *

Monday: Well… tickety frickin’ tock, ladies and gentlemen. Sands and hourglasses and all that sorta jazz, ya feel me, Sandy?

* Confused, Sandy nods and shrugs. *

Monday: At the end of the day it don’t matter a God damn who we’re facin’ coz them Duo belts…

* Black Panda makes a belt gesture and growls. Monday thumbs over his shoulder at Black Panda in exclamation. *

Monday: …the S.E.X. Cup… They’re gonna be ours in a blaze of bone-breakin’, cussin’, awesome glory, son. And, boy, that ain’t a promise…

* Pushing past Monday, Black Panda takes the microphone from Sandy. *

Black Panda: ...that’s a Blood Oath.

* Shoving the microphone in Sandy’s direction, Panda storms off almost before she can take it back. Adam Monday grins at her and tips his hood like it were a cowboy hat. *

Monday: Ma’am.

* The camera shot closes out on Sandy looking confused and in the direction of the young duo, and then fades to Steve Cotton in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *

Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following Duos match will kick off the S.E.X. Cup!!!

*The slow opening tempo of Precious Hearts hits the soundspeakers and Luis Arroyo steps out onto the ramp wearing a flashy robe and holding a large collapsible fan that reads “LOVE=LOVE” on the outside. He strikes a pose and hides half his face with the fan. Then, when the sond kicks up a notch at the 22 second mark a gout of fireworks explodes behind him and a trap door in the ramp springs open, jettisoning Pan into the air. He leaps and lands in an action pose behind Luis. Luis and Pan then share a kiss before walking to the ring, with Pan springing up onto the ring apron and Luis sliding in under the bottom rope slowly and sensually. Luis climbs towards the camera that’s at mat level, whispering sweet nothings into it as Pan bounds to a corner turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air and drawing a pop from the crowd. After that, they both move to their corner and spent a moment talking strategy as they wait for the match to begin.*

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 341 pounds, they are… HEARTS ON FIRE!!!

*Birmingham (Anthem) - Lotto Boys and Jaykae begins to play.The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia coolly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava shadowboxes quickly - then ready themselves for the bell.*

Steve Cotton: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 255 pounds, they are… LIGHTS OUT!!!

Markson: This should be an interesting match-up. This is the first time we are seeing Hearts on Fire together as a team in the ring and also the first time we are seeing Lights Out compete since their loss to Rogues’ Gallery at Winter Wrestleland. With everything on the line, this should be a great match-up.

Napier: Yeah, well… I’ll believe it when I see it.

Markson: We’re about to.

*The bell rings and Ava starts off as does Pan. The two smaller wrestlers meet in the ring, right off the bat, Ava catches Pan with a right hook that drops him to the mat. She pulls him up, but he reverses with a double-leg takedown. Pan pops up and immediately runs to the nearest rope and springboards off of it, attempting a flying lariat but Ava Arthur side-steps it. Pan lands on his feet and turns around, only to be caught off-guard with a superkick from Ava.*

Markson: Despite Pan’s efforts, Ava Arthur is leading right now offensively.

Napier: What other way is there to lead?

*Pan gets up and Ava attempts a spinning heel kick, he ducks under it and takes Ava’s leg out from under her with a heel hook. He runs over and makes the tag to Luis Arroyo as Ava gets back to her feet. Luis runs in and Ava attempts a clothesline but Luis is able to duck under it as well, he grabs her by the waist and hoists her up on his shoulders. Pan leaps off the top rope and Hearts on Fire hits the Auf Neverland on Ava! Pan exits the ring as Luis covers.*

1!

2!

KICKOUT!!!

Markson: A near fall early on for Hearts on Fire.

Napier: Is it beer thirty yet?

*Ava gets back to her feet and Luis tries to grab hold of her, but she rolls through, escaping his grasp and makes the tag to Alessia Angelo. Alessia enters the ring and grabs hold of Luis with a waistlock, she spins him around and tosses him into a spinning back fist from Ava. Alessia makes the cover.*

1!

2!

KICKOUT!!!

Markson: Lights Out has regained control of this match!

Napier: Let’s hope the rest of this match goes quick.

*Alessia pulls Luis up to his feet and drops him to the mat with a suplex. She grabs him and pulls him up a second time, but he escapes and makes the tag to Pan. Pan rushes in and hits Alessia with a flying crossbody. They both scramble back to their feet and run at each other, hitting simultaneous clotheslines. Both wrestlers hit the mat with a thud.*

Markson: These two teams are taking the fight to one another.

Napier: Well technically, right now… no one is fighting.

*Alessia is the first up and she gets Pan up to his feet and drops him to the mat with a suplex. She covers.*

1!

2!

TH-NO!!

Markson: Kick-out by Pan!

Napier: I’m sorry, are you saying Panb?

*Frustrated, Alessia pulls Pan to his feet a second time and Pan wiggles loose from her hold. He runs forward and steps on the second-rope before he spins around and hits Alessia with a spinning kick! She falls backward and Pan lands a standing senton on her. Pan picks Alessia up and whips her into the ropes, she bounces off but ducks under a superkick attempt from him. Alessia applies a waistlock and german suplexes Pan to the mat. She applies the Agony Angel.*

Markson: They are in the center of the ring! I don’t think Pan will be able to reach the ropes.

Napier: Luis can’t do anything but watch.

*Pan tries to fight through it, but he can’t bare the pain, He taps and the referee signals for the bell.*

Steve Cotton: Your winners are… LIGHTS OUT!!!

Markson: A disappointing loss for Hearts on Fire but, this is a well-deserved victory for Lights Out!

Napier: Have we cut to commercial yet? I gotta take a leak.

TPW. Thunder Pro Wrestling. The logo was staring back at the camera as it switched backstage. Bobby ‘Business’ Bones is seen standing by.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “We’ve got a Jam Packed show tonight with some of the First Round Matches for the S.E.X. Cup taking place! With the brackets out, there is one question that still remains.. Who is Jason Cashe’s partner?”

As if giving people watching time to guess and ponder. Bobby Bones takes a step to the right as the camera follows along with him.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “I was informed that Cashe is in the building and has taken up residence near catering.. Let's go ask him directly!”

As Bobby and the camera turn a corner, you can see the catering area. Two rows of salad bars or buffet lines depending on what you were after. They had a little bit of everything and standing in line looking over his options, stood Jason Cashe.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: There he is! Jason!”

Turning from the buffet line, Cashe recognizes Bobby and nods before grabbing a 6 inch hoagie from one of the trays. Bobby and Cashe stand face to face as Cashe takes a bite from his dry sandwich. It was plain turkey and cheese. Seemed very processed.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “You have your first match in the S.E.X. Cup next week and we still don't know who your partner is! Care to shed some light on that?”

Sticking the microphone in Cashe’s face, the light of the camera shines on him as he slowly chews his cheek full of sandwich. After swallowing, he holds up five fingers.

Cashe: “Five guesses..”

Wiping his mouth with his forearm to remove any excess crumbs from the hoagie, a few bits lingered in his beard.

Cashe: “I could give five guesses to every beating heart watching tonight at home or here live at the FedEx Forum and NOBODY would guess correctly..”

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “So it's not Jimmy King?”

Cashe: “No..”

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “Cyrus Riddle, most recent partner from a few years back?”

Shaking his head, Cashe takes another bite of his sandwich. Pointing the hoagie at Bobby, Cashe rolls his wrist, telling Bobby to guess again.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “Aaron Warthog?”

Cashe: “Never met him, it's not some ‘random’ that I have no connection to..”

Giving Bobby a clue that barely tells anything.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “Is it your wife, Sloane Taylor?!”

His voice got perky saying her name. Cashe gave him a grin and shrugged off the idea.

Cashe: “Nope..”

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “Is it.. Elm, your protege? I would have figured he would have signed up with Jimmy ‘The’ King but their names are not on the brackets. Could it be Elm?”

Cashe: “Nah, see, I didn't want to just jump into this thing without knowing it can be won! Without feeling and truly believing that with the right partner, we can win the whole tournament. So I couldn't just ask anyone. I had no interest in just asking anyone.. I needed, wanted and sought after someone that has plenty of risk but the potential for high reward..”

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “Is it John Blade?!”

With a look of confusion on his face, Cashe looks at his hands and counts his fingers.

Cashe: “That's six! I said FIVE guesses!”

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “So it IS John Freaking Blade!? The G-BOAT himself!!”

Turning to sell the news to the camera, Bobby ‘Business’ Bones looks past the cameras seeing someone coming up from behind the cameraman. Cashe with a big grinning smile, tosses the rest of his hoagie behind him as he steps forward.

Cashe: “Speak of the devil himself! Bobby Business, allow me to introduce you and EVERYONE else to my Tag Partner for the 2024 TPW S.E.X. Cup!”

The camera does a slow panning turn around, following Jason Cashe as he moves to the entrance of catering. The person he stands next to isn't recognized at first as he has a hoodie on and was covering his face but then he slides the hood off.

Cashe: “Shawn… Warstein!”

Nodding with some bounce to him, Cashe shouts out to Bobby Bones.

Cashe: “Right?! Who’d have THUNK it!?”

Hands against his head, Cashe motions a mind blown expression.

Shawn Warstein: “I’m regretting my decision already.”

Shawn pauses and sighs deeply.

Shawn Warstein: “Just tell your wife… god I can’t believe I just said that. Just tell her she owes me. Big Time.”

Turning and leaving the same way he came, Shawn Warstein leaves the scene. Cashe is all smiles as he points towards his partner for the upcoming Tag Tournament.

Cashe: “Ohhhh weeee this gonna be fun!”

Full of excitement for the announcement to finally be revealed. Cashe scurries off leaving Bobby Bones alone with the camera.

Bobby ‘Business’ Bones: “Shawn Warstein?! THE Shawn Warstein! Fuzz has arrived for the SEX Cup and he’s teaming with the ‘DiOGee’! Back to ringside!”

Steve Cotton: This Redemption Three-Way will be to one fall with the victor being decided by three count! Making his way to the ring first is the CREATOR OF CHAOS ZOOOOLTON!

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

Nick Napier: That's my number one guy to win this match, not even fair putting little ladies up against a bonafide contender liker Zolton

Mark Markson: Eh tha'ts a reach considering who he is up against.

"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.

"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for

The hands around my throat

It's all I can think about

The smell of sweat and blood"

SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.

She makes a point of licking her lips as she stares Zolton down.

Markson: And that woma-

Napier: Nightmare monster

Markson: Synn certainly has an aura of fear, just another weapon for a former champion like Synn.

Napier: At least THIS loser has some former accolades...why is kid psycho involved in this?


The arena envelops in a shroud of darkness, anticipation crackling in the air like electricity. The resonating beats of "Warrior" by Aurora pulse through the stadium, setting a tone of unyielding determination. Khloe emerges from the curtain, a figure of focused intensity, her eyes locked on the ring before her.


Steve Cotton: Behold, making her formidable presence known, the embodiment of determination, Khloe Cox!

Khloe strides purposefully towards the ring, her every step echoing a tale of grit and resolve. The crowd feels the shift in atmosphere, an unspoken understanding of Khloe's transition to a more serious demeanor, a warrior ready for battle.

As she enters the ring, the music pulsates, encapsulating the energy of determination. The audience erupts in cheers, recognizing the transformation, and eagerly anticipating the spectacle about to unfold. The atmosphere buzzes with the promise of a fierce and relentless performance from Khloe.

Almost completely ignoring Zolton, Khloe stares daggers at Synn who only gives her a cocky little finger wave.

Markson: THAT is why Khloe Cox is in the ring with these two former champions! She isn't backing down. It was just a few weeks ago she proclaimed EVERYONE is going to learn her name.

The match official Villano 16 checks on everyone one final time before signaling for the bell to be rung.

The three competitors stand still for a moment sizing each other up the static palpable.

Synn lets out a long drawn out sigh before rushing at Cox with a stiff flurry of blows with Cox squaring up and sending the right back.

Napier: Cat Fight!

Zolton would more or less watch as Cox and Synn rain blows on each other. Waiting for a moment he rushes over with a brutal double clothesline sending both women sprawling to the mat. Synn would roll under the bottom rope while Zolton yanks Cox up to her feet.

Markson: Zolton is quickly getting his rhythm going. If he makes this more one on one his strength advantage should let him take over.

Zolton would laugh as he drags her to the middle of the ring. Locking her arm behind his back and stretching her midsection out inciting a groan of pain from Cox. Villano 16 returns from checking on Symn and asks Khloe something which she violently shakes her head to.

Khloe starts to slam her free elbow into Zolton’s stomach over and over keeping herself in the match. Eventually Z breaks the hold and tosses Cox to a corner with a triumphant grin.

Synn, having smoothly rolled back into the ring behind Zolton taps his shoulder almost playfully before quickly stepping back to avoid his wild backswing.

Napier: What is Miss Spooky thinking she must be one of those Sado-whatcha call em. Wanting some of what Cox got hahah.

The answer becomes apparent as a cloud of mist coats Zolton’s face. Synn cackles like a mad woman as she begins to send a flurry of strikes on the temporarily blinded man.

She starts at his knees sending sharp kicks to both of his limbs causing him to drop down to the mat as his hands are still wiping the stinging liquid from his eyes. She would follows that up with a viscous knee to his chin sending him sprawling back to the canvas.

Synn points at Zolton standing tall as she keeps snickering.

Markson: And just like that with a little ingenuity Synn has taken firm control of this match. You have to wonder if she’s trying to win or just enjoying herself.

Amidst the exhilarating chaos, Khloe positions herself strategically on the ring apron, anticipation radiating from her poised stance. The energy in the arena reaches a fever pitch as she leaps head first into Synn.

The collision is thunderous, the impact resonating through the arena. The crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers and exclamations, the unexpected twist adding a layer of unpredictability to the already intense match. Khloe’s courageous dive not only disrupts Synn’s momentum but sends shockwaves of excitement through the spectators.

Napier: Yup of course one of the crazy ones launched herself like a human bullet. Can't do that to many times or you get the brain rattles!

Markson: That isn't the proper term for that….you…you do know that right.

The chaos unfolds like a chaotic dance, with Synn momentarily stunned by the unexpected aerial assault. Zolton, still recovering from the poison mist, watches in disbelief as the dynamics of the match shift once again. Khloe wouldn’t be immune to the effects of her bold action as she is dazed as well.

Markson: Which one of these competitors is going to grab 2024 and get Redemption?!

All three contestant rise to their feet and stare at each other, and then all charge at once. Zolton goes for a double clothesline, but both women duck. Zolton turns around and received a superkick to each knee from both women. Both women then superkick Zolton on his knees, dropping him.

Synn holds her hand up for a high-five, and Khloe smiles. Khloe goes to high-five Synn, but when she does Synn sprays the Asian mist in Khloe's eyes blinding her. Khloe staggers back covering her face, when Synn charges forward with a running elbow that kncoks Khloe out of the ring.

Markson: Khloe Cox just got blinded by the mist.

Napier: Look up gullible in the dictionary and you'll see Khloe Cox's picture.

Synn turns back around to see Zolton on all fours, and Synn quickly grabs his arm and rolls him up with a lamahestra cradle for the pin.

1...

2...

3...

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

Markson: A dirty win, but a big one for Synn.

Napier: A win is a win.

Markson: Spoken like a true heel. I can tell you this much though, this building rivalry between Synn and Khloe Cox is far from over, and just got kicked up a notch.

*The shot focuses on Synn laughing at the blinded Khloe as she walks up the entrance way with her arm raised in victory. The shot focuses on an angry and blinded Cox as the scene fades to a commercial break. *

*The shot returns from the commercial break to the commentary desk. *

Markson: Before we get on with the rest of tonight’s action…

It was at that point all the lights go out in Fed Ex forum for several moments. Everybody starts getting confused. Crew members scramble in the dark trying to figure it out, and fans are using lighters and smartphones to get some lighting.

Markson: Folks, we apologize for the apparent power outage…

Napier: Typical Fed Ex for you; they can’t deliver my packages on time. Why should I expect them to pay the light bill promptly too?

Markson: We also apologize to our sponsor FedEx for my colleague’s rude and possibly bonus affecting statements. We should have this fixed..

The lights kick back on in the arena, and seated in the middle of the ring eating the cornbread from his bbq, wearing a diamond chain and Young Dolph t-shirt. He opens his gorgeous mouth and that Baby Billy Georgia accent of his utters this…

“Graceland…Elvis is in the building.”

Memphis goes nuts while he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

Markson: That’s…That’s Tony Savage!! Tony Savage is in a TPW ring?! What is doing here?

Napier: Grubbing money like it’s about to rot and probably spreading a rash from palling around those crash test dummies over at CU:LT!

Markson: You’re still mad you lost $20,000 betting against him in his last boxing match, aren’t you?

Napier: I demand he be drug tested again. For EVERYTHING!! Steroids, HGH, Super Soldier Serum…I deleted my Draft Kings account because of that knockout!

Markson: Being mad at Tony for you making a sucker bet and rage quit gambling is wild!

Tony then asks for a mic, and gives the attendant that styrofoam bbq container still half full.

Tony: “Finish the rest. I almost fu…messed around and booked a second cheat day. Gotta get used to this PG13 bull-shitake mushroom.”

“Yup, it’s me: your friendly, modest, former bunchabelts winning walking billboard with the snarky wife that’s more over than 70% of the industry…and she don’t even watch wrestling.”

“Oh, also about to put 55k butts in the Osaka Dome doing my punchy punchy thing. Hey I love wrestling, but boxeo es vida…plus those ppv buyrate cuts…”

“Might throw Nicky boy a few bucks so I can claim a tax break for helping both the elderly and the fashion impaired. Ol’ Nick buying his sports coats from 1980’s game show lots!”

Napier snarls, Tony continues.

Tony: “Right now, I’m loving my White Boy Inoki arc. Promoting, two sporting it like Bo Jackson, performing everywhere from indy shows to death match to these big bodied arenas…”

“And reigniting some business back in the Chicago days!”

A brief pause to silently burp, the collard greens in his bbq were making him a little gassed.

Tony: “Lawrence…hey buddy! Remember me? Tony up on you 2-1 lifetime in the ring. Ain’t for lack of trying, though. Guy may be the bipedal equivalent of counting holes in ceiling tiles, but he is good. Fact, gonna say one of the best…”

“Until he gets into a ring with me, then industry standards get way more stringent. And that’s my main goal in TPW off the bat…”

“Proving once again that Tact Fact is a Savage Truth.”

This gets everybody’s interest raised.

“How about it, Lawrence? Game 4 of the series after I get done with my other chores? Chance to even the series? I’m available after Feb. 2. Little busy right now preparing to make Combat Sports history in Japan. After that…”

“Got ALL the time in the world for you. Hope you make it worth it. It is…(flashing his chain)…incredibly valuable after all.”

*"Off Deez" begins to playing over the PA bring more cheers from the crowd as Tony poses to the crowd before exitg. The Shot moves to the commentary desk. *

Markson: Well, it looks like Tony Savage has come to TPW to challenge Larry Tact.

Napier: I wonder what the odds are on that match.

Markson: I thought you quit gambling?

Napier: How about you mind your own business?

Markson: Well, I'm sure you've put a lot of money on this next match, as the S.E.X Cup continues with The Cabal versus Cataclysm.

*The shot transitions to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *

Steve Cotton: Thunderamaniacs! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match in the 2024 S.E.X. Cup!!!

* The crowd starts humming at the announcement, waiting to see who is next up. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing first…

* “Broken Dreams [new version]” by Shaman's Harvest begins blaring throughout the arena as the fans go bananas.*

Steve Cotton: Making his RETURN to Thunder Pro Wrestling! Residing from Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands six feet six inches and weighed in at two hundred and thirty pounds… Robert “The Omega” Main!!!

Markson: This has been a long time coming, the return of a true TPW original in Robert Main!

Napier: Really? Looks like another broken down old timer to me.

Markson: Robert Main is hardly broken down nor an old timer, Nick. He helped launch Terry Marshall’s TPW off the ground and deserves immense respect, in my opinion.

Napier: It’s a good thing your opinion counts for next to nothing around here.

Steve Cotton: Introducing his tag team partner, he stands six feet four inches and weighed in at two hundred and thirty two pounds… he is a former TPW International Champion! This is… ‘Chronic’ Chris Page!!!

*"In The Air Tonight" by Nonpoint begins to play, and the crowd gives a strong ovation as 'Chronic' Chris Page walks out of the back. He's carrying his bat with him, pointing towards the crowd, before heading down to join his tag-team partner.*

* As Page and Main stand in the ring watching the TerryTRON and barking for the Cabal to come out, the lights fall down in the arena and Becky G’s “Green Light Go” immediately kicks in drawing boos from the crowd.*

Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't Fudge with me

Red light, green light, one, two, three
Try your best, can't Fudge with me

Steve Cotton: And their opponents, at a combined weight of…

Markson: Look out, Steve!

* Steve Cotton is surprised as the Cabal, Leah Aguero and El Diablo Blanco, charge into the ring behind Main and Page and smash them into the ropes. The crowd continues to boo as they put the boots to each member of Cataclysm.*

Markson: The Cabal has made it clear that the new year hasn’t changed anything about their way of doing business.

Napier: Why should they? The Cabal will show they are the most dominant team around in this company, and against anyone who dares show up from outside.

Markson: Nick, can you wait for the match to begin before revving up the hype machine?

Napier: You snooze you lose, Markson!

* As TPW referee “Dizzy” Dan Lamber’s head spins at the premature start of the action, he tries to gain control but it’s not an easy task. Leah tosses Robert Main into a corner and pressures his throat with a knee. She directs El Diablo Blanco to take Page out of the ring and El D tosses Page through the ropes to the outside and rolls out under the ropes. He grabs Page and tosses him with rattling force into the stairs to the ring, causing Chris’s shoulder to collide and he grabs it immediately as he rolls around in pain. Leah sees this and gives a devilish grin as she demands Dizzy Dan to ring the damn bell!*

* Bell rings*

Markson: This first round S.E.X. Cup match is officially underway but by no means is this how we want to showcase the teams who signed on for the tournament.

Napier: Stop being such a baby. When you betray the Cabal like Chris Page did, you need to be made an example of. Robert is nothing but collateral damage.

Markson: How do you find a way of giving the Cabal credit, even here and now?

Napier: I’m just telling it like it is. Main should never have returned to TPW. Chris Page is the worst partner he could have teamed with after he turned his back on the ones who run this company, the Cabal.

* As Page struggles to his corner, Dizzy Dan is telling El D to get in his. This allows Leah to maintain the knee choke on Main to more boos. When Dizzy Dan finally turns and admonishes her, Aguero grabs Robert’s head and smashes it against the middle turnbuckle once, twice, three times! She then backs up and charges in with a running boot that turns Main’s head sideways and drags him out for a cover!*

One!

KICKOUT BY MAIN!

Markson: Not even a two count! If the Cabal thought they were going to steal a win, Cataclysm is showing they aren’t going down without a fight.

Napier: Do you hear how lame you sound? This isn’t an inspirational track it’s the S.E.X. Cup! You take every chance you can to get the edge on your opponents.

Markson: Robert doesn’t seem phased.

Napier: He will be more than phased by the end of this.

*Leah goes to pick up Robert and ends up eating a Back Body Drop. But she sails over and lands on her feet, then back kicks Robert in the knee causing it to buckle. After a glance back, she goes off the ropes and comes back over him with a Snap Neckbreaker. Main is planted into the mat and when he rolls over, Leah made the tag to El Diablo Blanco, who springs over the ropes with a Senton Splash onto Robert. Page sees the activity in the other corner and begins slapping the turnbuckle.*

Markson: Chris is hollering at Robert to turn the tide, trying to get the crowd going.

Napier: This is a lesson to Page that the Cabal doesn’t need him. He wants to pretend it was all about Peter Vaughn when he needs the Cabal more than ever. A rusty veteran ain’t gonna cut it!

*El D picks up Main and swings an arm behind him, landing a Snap Suplex into the corner that further discombobulates Robert. He leave him there, backing up into the opposite corner and lining Robert up. As El D yells out to the crowd’s derision, he’s cut short as Page reaches out and grabs one of the horns of his mask! El D quickly turns and takes a swing at Page, who ducks under on the apron. El D turns back and charges with a Cannonball!*

Markson: The Omega pulls himself onto the apron and El Diablo Blanco crashes into the corner himself!

Napier: That was clearly cheating by Page. Disqualify Cataclysm!

Markson: Dizzy Dan was checking on El D and didn’t notice. Page showing he still has a couple tricks he didn’t share with the Cabal.

Napier: That’s selfish of him…

* Robert rolls back into the ring and crawls towards his corner to look for a tag. Page reaches his hand out and the crowd is clapping in unison for a Cataclysm connection. Main looks back and sees El D on his hands and knees, dazed, and approaches Page. He reaches out and– Aguero pulls Chris off the apron! Page’s jaw hits the apron on the way down and he’s wobbly on his feet. The War Queen is back on Cataclysm’s side of the ring apron and runs right into page with a basement Dropkick that sends Page slamming into the ringside barricade. Meanwhile, El D pounces on the opportunity. Main watches Dizzy Dan stress that Aguero must return to her corner. Robert turns back to see El D springing off the ropes with a Tornado DDT! He quickly ascends to the second rope inside the ring and looks out at the crowd, sneering at the Thunderamaniacs, before diving off with a move that never lands because Main sticks a boot up into El D’s masked face! El D goes spinning to the mat and the crowd once again comes alive for Robert!*

Markson: Another chance here for The Omega to right the ship.

Napier: He does have a chance, but isn’t it way more fun seeing him get beat up?

* Robert gets up around the same time as EDB and the two begin trading shots! The larger Robert can finally press his size advantage and does so, forcing EDB back to the ropes. He then pushes him back and cracks the masked villain with an open hand chop that causes El D to grab his chest. Main then clinches and lands trademark Knee strikes until Dizzy Dan puts in a count, as El D is still against the ropes. Main breaks at four and storms around the ring as the crowd raises its volume. He comes back to EDB who goes for an eye poke and Robert catches the hand! He squeezes it and EDB yelps out before Main brings him in for an Exploder Suplex that rocks his opponent. Main waits fo EDB to get up and then lifts him into a Stalling Suplex, holding EDB up in the air as the crowd counts along!*

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Napier: Is this necessary??

Markson: El D is free to do something.

Napier: He’s really not.

Six!

*Chris Page suddenly appears behind Leah Aguero and Clotheslines her legs out from underneath on the apron! She slams awkwardly on the apron and Page immediately begins landing blows on her there before yanking her off the apron entirely.*

Nine!

Ten!

* The Omega drops El D into a Brainbuster as Page lifts Aguero and bounces her off the top of the apron with a Flapjack. Dizzy Dan is about to give Page the business but sees Main making a cover! Page holds Leah by the arms and makes her watch!*

One!

Two!

KICKOUT BY EL D!

* As Main immediately applies a headlock on El D in the ring, Page slams Leah’s head off the apron and she stumbles groggily away as Page takes his time pursuing.*

Markson: That was the breakthrough Robert needed here. El D should know Main can take a licking and not stay down.

Napier: Same for El D, he just kicked out.

Markson: You know what I mean, Nick. This match began a little lopsided but Main has pulled Cataclysm right back into it.

* Leah tries shoving the stairs in the way of Page, who easily evades but think Aguero will come back off the steps and land a Heel kick that tags his shoulder. Chris grabs the shoulder and goes to kick Leah when she’s getting up. She avoids it narrowly and slams his leg into the stairs causing a limp. Aguero then hops onto the barricade and flies off with a dive that sends Page into and tumbling over the stairs. Leah rises up and shakes the cobwebs from her head. In the ring, El Diablo Blanco has gotten to his feet but struggles against his bigger opponent until he manages to inch towards the ropes and grazes one with a horn to force a break. Main again holds on until four and Dizzy Dan reminds Robert he will be disqualified if he holds on much longer. As he talks back El D pulls him into a Headbutt and sends him through the middle ropes to the apron, shaking his head afterwards as Leah hits a stepup Enziguri to Page’s shoulder, which sends him moving on the floor around where Main is on the apron.*

Markson: Constant activity happening in this opening round match.

Napier: If you think the Cabal will be stopped here, you must have amnesia for the past year.

Markson: I didn’t say they would be. Feeling nervous?

Napier: Never! Stop trying to act smart, Markson, it doesn’t for you. As for myself, I don’t worry about greatness prevailing, and that’s what the Cabal is set on doing tonight.

Markson: Hold on a second!

* As Robert stands in pain on the apron, El Diablo Blanco comes in and Spears him right off the apron! They go crashing into Chris Page and Leah Aguero on the outside, all four down and in pain as the crowd is buzzing at the stalemate.*

Markson: HOLY MOLY! What a risk by El D and it paid off.

Napier: See! Shame to the doubters! That was El D giving a peek at the intensity he’s going to bring from now on. The likes of Knox, Tact, and all the rest want to hate and it’s only bringing out the Flamin’ Hot side!

Markson: You may say he’s a ‘hot one.’

Napier: Didn’t I already tell you you aren’t clever?

* El D is up before any of the rest, and at seeing the others down quickly grabs Page and flings him into the ring. El D slides in and immediately straightens Page on the mat. He looks out at the crowd and motions this is the end before running off the ropes, bouncing over Chronic on the return and then dropping The Backyard Elbow!! *

Napier: The most Flamin’ Hot move in aaalllll the rings of the world!

Markson: Yes but–

Napier: Don’t interrupt greatness!

* El D makes a cover!*

…

* Dizzy Dan tells him Page isn’t the legal man!*

Napier: That’s a delay of game by this kooky referee.

Markson: I was trying to say–

Napier: Shaddup!

* El D is furious and arguing with the referee until Robert Main wraps him up from behind and drills El D with the Omega (Dragon) Suplex! El Diablo Blanco is motionless and Robert wastes no time dropping to the mat and locking on the ALPHA OMEGA (Rings Of Saturn)!!!*

Markson: The Alpha Omega submission just shocked El Diablo Blanco back into a world of hurt!

Napier: This is a debacle. El D got bamboozled by these treacherous fans at ringside. They pointed at Page as if he was the legal participant. I saw those treasonous ingrates do it!

Markson: Take it easy, Nick. You’re in as much distress as El D.

Napier: This would be a terrible way for the Cabal to start the year. Somebody help everyone’s favorite luchador!

Markson: Nice try, Nick. I’m pretty sure El D has made his bed with the fans on this one.

Napier: As if these unintelligible Tennessee slobs would know what to do.

* El D is straining to move against the hold as he’s fading under the weight of The Omega. The crowd is going wild at seeing their former favorite in the perilous situation. Then El D’s hand goes up. It’s shaking a couple feet above the ground. He’s screaming out in obvious agony as Main pulls back and…!*

Markson: LEAH RISING!!

Napier: God Bless the War Queen!

* Leah Aguero comes flying off the top rope out of nowhere with her signature Corkscrew Moonsault to break the hold at seemingly the last moment! El D took some of the hit and lays on the mat until Leah gets up and smack talks Main for a moment to massive jeers. She then helps El D roll over to their corner and goes onto the apron to tag herself in. She gets inside as El D rolls under the ropes and goes to cover Main… except Chris Page tears her off and to her feet all at once. He hits a Reverse DDT and holds on, bringing her back to her feet. Rolling German Suplexes! One… two… three times he brings Leah up and over. Dizzy Dan finally tells him he needs to get to his corner and Page swats him away. He sees Robert crawling towards the corner and decides to wait for a tag, which he gets moments later. Entering the ring, he lifts Leah up again and bounces her off for a Slingshot Suplex… or tries to! Leah wraps her legs around the top rope and causes Page to whiff on the return of the Slingshot. She releases her legs and rolls through to leap at Page… into his boot kicking her in the abdomen… Page has her up for a Piledriver! No! Leah back body drops him onto the mat, but Page is up quickly. This time Leah has a toe kick for him. She gets him in a clinch and executes Muay Thai Knee Strikes known as…*

Markson: Going Savage!! Amazing presence and agility shown by these two, and Aguero coming out with the big move as she lands those strikes.

Napier: Get him. Put him down for the count, War Queen.

*Leah drops Page after completing the strikes and ducks a Lariat from Robert Main! He turns right into Going Savage from Leah! As she’s got Robert clinched, El D stands up on the apron and calls out to her. Aguero manages to continue the Muay Thai knee strikes and inches closer to the apron until El D tags in! He gets on top of the turnbuckle and immediately flies off with FEELIN’ FROGGY!!! IT CONNECTS!! EL D WITH THE COVER AS LEAH HOLDS MAIN!*

One!


Two!

…

CHRIS PAGE WITH A SHOULDER UP!!!

* Big pop from the crowd!*

Napier: No way!

Markson: What resilience by Page, who after that kickout still favors his shoulder. He and Robert are set on not dropping this first round matchup of the S.E.X. Cup.

Napier: Sooner or later, they’re gonna get dropped for good.

* El D is slamming the mat repeatedly and grabs Page, bringing him up in a front headlock to little resistance.*

Napier: That was the last gasp of Page. He may as well have stayed down.

Markson: But he didn’t and this match continues!

Napier: Stop sounding so excited, Markson. This should be over and El D should be redeemed.

* El D tags Leah in, but then tags El D who quickly went on the apron. They’re both in the ring and El D lifts Page up like a Spinebuster as Leah runs off the ropes behind him. As she returns she finds a surprise – ROBERT MAIN SPRINGING OFF THE TOP ROPE AND OVER EL D AND PAGE TO CONNECT WITH THE OMEGA LINE!!! Main rolls out of the ring leaving The War Queen down on the mat as the crowd is chanting for The Omega.*

Napier: What the heck was that?!

Markson: What HEIGHT on that Omega Line! If you had any doubt about if he’s still got it, wonder no more.

* EDB is in a spot and Page drives a series of elbows to EDB’s head until he is released. Except he doesn’t let go of EDB, instead hitting the CODEBREAKER!! NO! EDB hoists him back up and Page is the one in no man’s land. EDB wobbles around though, affected by the elbows to the crown of the head and Page is able to free himself with a couple more. He goes for a Short Arm Clothesline that floors EDB. Page then sees Robert back in their corner and he goes to make the tag but EDB grabs Page’s ankle! He hangs on with all he’s got and Page STOMPS THE HAND OF EDB! *

Markson: He makes the tag to Main!

Napier: This is suddenly not looking so good as a minute ago.

* The Omega gets in the ring and he scrambles to get El D up, hooking the arms in Piledriver position. He goes for an Underhook Suplex but El D uses those precious moments of recovery and counters into a Sitout Facebuster! Main rolls onto his back and El D sits on his chest and hooks the legs to lean back in a pinning position!*

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*MAIN KICKSOUT AND HOOKS EL D’S LEG, POWERING HIM DOWN INTO A SCHOOL BOY!*


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*EDB KICKS OUT AND TRIPS MAIN BEFORE PRESSING HIS LEGS AGAINST HIMSELF LIKE AN ACCORDION!! *


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*THE OMEGA WITH A KICKOUT! Both men stand and Main immediately takes the legs out from under El D, returning the favor by pressing El D’s legs against his chest!*


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*NO! EL DIABLO BLANCO CAUGHT MAIN BY THE NECK AS HE LEANED IN AND ROLLS HIM UP, BOTH MEN ENTANGLED! WE SEE EL D REACH OUT AND GRAB THE BOTTOM ROPE BUT DIZZY DAN IS TOO BUSY LOOKING AT THE SHOULDERS AND MAKES THE COUNT!*


ONE!


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THREE!!!

* The crowd is humming with confusion and Dizzy Dan goes over to Steve Cotton to break it down for him.*

Markson: I don’t think I could tell who pinned who…

Napier: El Diablo Blanco rolled out of the ring and is celebrating with Leah Aguero. Flamin’ Hot El D pulled it off!

Markson: Page and Main are standing in the ring and have words for Aguero and El D. Let’s go to Steve Cotton!

Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that BOTH teams made qualifying pinfalls and at the referees discretion, the result of this match is… A DRAW!!!

Napier: What?! That’s absurd!

Markson: The referee’s decision is final, and it looks like we now have a situation heading into round two of the S.E.X. Cup.

Napier: Where’s the replay? Where’s the justice??

Markson: We’ll find out more details soon enough, but Thunderamaniacs there is plenty more action ahead. Stay tuned!

*The next following scene takes place outside of the TPW arena to a location of unknown coordinates. The surrounding is a darkness with a single light fixture swinging in the air over a recently retired twenty year vet of the ring, Angelo Caito. He sits on a metal chair, and he's dressed in a black leather jacket, blue Wrangler jeans, and a pair of black Timberland boots. Angelo looks at his hands as they are laced together and starts speaking for the first time in front of a TPW audience.*

Angelo Caito: “Twenty twenty one, I was forced into retirement. I didn't want to, but management wanted more room for younger stars. I was told that I didn't have it anymore, and in an instant, I lost my entire career. Then, in late twenty twenty two, I found my stu-... no. He's like a son to me, so that's what I'll call him. I found my son and we talked. And I told him of his true heritage. A fellow Italian, like myself. So we created…… The Antoniano Famiglia…. One of the greatest moments in my life was being second hand to him, watching him grow not only as a man, but a wrestler. I watched him become a better father than I ever was. I watched that little girl I called my granddaughter become an amazing little girl…”

*Angelo breaks his hands apart and uses his right hand to wipe his eyes.*

Angelo Caito: “That's why when he… had his heart attack, I begged him to give up wrestling and be there for his daughter…. But much like his biological parents… and myself… he refused. He was going to die in that ring to prove himself to everyone… and I couldn't get through to him to stop him. So… I left him there. I didn't want to, but I had no choice. I wasn't going to watch him die! So, I left and that itch to wrestle returned to me and it felt… great to even step into a training ring. But it couldn't be there at all… so I went on the wormhole and found Thunder Pro Wrestling. A place… where this old man cab prove he still has it somewhat.”

*Angelo lifts his head up from looking at the ground and looks directly into his cheap handheld camera he's been using to record himself.*

Angelo Caito: At forty six years old, I enter TPW entering a brand new prime that I never hit before and I will prove that after twenty years that I am still as good as I once was. And the day that I don't prove that, I will put a permanent rest to my career and call it a day. The dream? The dream is become TPW International Champion and proving nobody but myself that I am that damn good. My name is Angelo MotherF***king Caito, and the King has returned to finally take his throne.”

*Angelo stands up from the chair, walking towards the camera before walking off as TPW goes to their next part of the show.*

Steve Cotton: The fllowing contest is a S.E.X CUP MATCH!!!! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 400lbs, hailing from NOT MEXICO! The TPW Duo of the year, Hector, and Victor.... THE MALVAAAADOOOSSSS!!!

*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Vanessa Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp. Once together, they make their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Vanessa simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish. They then hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match. *

Napier: I am getting word that this next entrance is the one that we all have been waiting for all night.

Markson: For the love of god. Haven't we had enough Mont for the night already?

Napier: You can never have enough Mont and when you add in Vaughn, it's even better.

Markson: This is the worst thing that could have ever happened. Letting Mont and Vaughn make a team.

Napier: I know they said something like Montavaughn or something, but I know once they defeat The Malvados, they will come up with something good.

Markson: Just like Joe Biden, we need this Joe to lose. Sorry Peter, but you need to lose as well. Let’s go Malvado’s.

*The Lights dim down. The fans are on their feet. Love him or hate him., when J Mont makes an entrance, you can't help but pay attention and watch. Add in Peter Vaughn and it's a must see. Sportscenter will surely replay this entrance when it's all said and done. The Titantron lights up*

TPW WRESTLER OF THE YEAR

TPW HEEL OF THE YEAR

TPW FEUD OF THE YEAR

THE NEXT S.E.X. CUP CHAMPIONS



*The fireworks and pyros have the fans going crazy. After a few minutes of the 4th of July going off, the smoke is slowly clearing as lasers of multiple colors are shooting everywhere. The Spotlight hits the entrance way and you hear the PA System making some static noises.*



Napier: OH MY GOD. Mont and Vaughn are geniuses.

Markson: What is this garbage?

Napier: SHOTS are fired here. This song is VANESSA by KCEE!

Markson: Who??? I know who Vanessa is, but what is this trash being played?

*Not the usual song for Mont and Vaughn, but it has a lot of meaning that The Malvados cannot be happy about. Then, out from the back, you see a set of headlights entering the stage. You have to be kidding me right now. It’s the purple Cadillac that they stole from Graceland where they disgraced Elvis.*



*As the Cadillac makes its way onto the stage, you can see the front license plate read.*

VANESSA

*Mont and Vaughn are really making this personal with The Malvados here, but that's not all. They had this Cadillac altered and added a Albay Hermes Hydraulic System as Vaughn has the car going up and down. J Mont throwing up some gang signs to the fans. When Vaughn finally stops the car, you can see Mont get out of the car first and flip off all the fans. Vaughn finally gets out and shrugs his shoulders and does the same thing.*

Napier: Vanessa, Mont and Vaughn are here!!!!!!

Markson: Mont and Vaughn are dead men walking!

*Mont and Vaughn make their way down the ramp. As bad as Mont wants to get involved with the fans, Vaughn reminds him of the task at hand. Mont and Vaughn walk to opposite sides of the ring and slide underneath the bottom rope. Pretty impressive Mont got that down being 275 pounds. Both men hit opposite turnbuckles to remind the fans just who in the hell they are. As they both hop down, they meet in the middle of the ring and fist pump one another. The past is in the past tonight. The unity and bond they have been forming is just trouble for all teams involved.*



Markson: This amount of huberius simply blows me away.

Napier: Stuff it mister fancy words.

*Hector and JMont lock eyes as both competitors begin to circle the ring. Hector twists his head back and forth, JMont replies with an evil grin. Hector rushes towards JMont and strikes hard and fast with a stiff left. JMont replies in kind with a hard right, and back and forth they trade blows. Left from Hector, right from JMont. Left from Hector, right from JMont. JMont cunningly attempts to kick Hector in the gut, but Hector twists his upper body forward and his lower body back to just avoid getting hit. Hector moves in for a headbutt, but JMont blocks, throwing his forearms up, knowing that the Malvados will load their mask.

Hector stays on the offensive though, with a stiff forward foot thrust, but JMont blocks again, this time by raising his knee to check the kick. JMont attempts an arm drag quickly in response, but Hector quickly steps back out of it at the last moment, causing JMont to fall onto his face. Hector begins to move in for an attack, but JMont quickly spins to his feet to face Hector, stopping Hector in his tracks, and backing him down.

Both competitors circle each other once more until JMont throws a right hook, but Hector blocks it with his left arm and throws a right hook of his own where JMont blocks him as well. Both back up and nod, and then surprisingly JMont offers a handshake. *

Markson: Don’t trust him, Hector, JMont is a snake.

Napier: No he’s not, evil just recognizes evil.

*Hector nods slowly and accepts the handshake, but JMont grabs Hector's arm, attempting to whip him into the ropes. Hector reverses, but JMont double reverses and sends Hector into the ropes. As he comes back JMont goes for a clothesline but Hector ducks, performing a forward roll up to his feet. Hector quickly jumps up and bounces off the ropes with a flying forearm, but JMont dodges, leaping back and tagging in Peter Vaughn.*

Markson: I think the speed of Hector Malvado is surprising JMont.

Napier: The Malvados are masters of lucha libre, and clearly JMont is not used to this style.

*Victor is screaming from his side, begging Hector to tag him in. Hector backs up slowly, as Vaughn nods yes. Hector tags Victor in, who wastes no time. Victor hops onto the top rope and flies off at Vaughn, who begins charging as Victor climbs the ropes. Victor spreads his legs and leapfrogs over Vaughn in the air, as Vaughn ducks under. Vaughn spins around as Victor lands on the mat.

Vaughn and Victor charge at each other, and this time Vaughn performs a leapfrog, going over the charging Victor. Victor spins around to see Vaughn charging at him. Victor thinks that he can catch Vaughn coming in, but he plays right into Vaughn’s hand as Vaughn takes Victor down with a Tilt-A-Whirl Arm Drag.

Vaughn quickly spins to his feet and drops down with a heavy leg drop over Victor's throat. Victor rolls away in pain, as Vaughn gets up and waits. Victor gets up and spits on the ground, raising his hands and turning his head. Victor rushes forward and unleashes a fury of strikes, mixing punches and kicks towards Vaughn. Vaughn reels from the attacks, as Victor hits him in a fury in each side of his body. Victor stuns Vaughn with a multitude of strikes Vaughn staggers back and Victor hits a dropkick on him. Vaughn takes the hit, but bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow on the downed Victor before Victor can get up.

Victor shakes it off and rolls away, rolling to his feet and running toward Vaughn as Vaughn is getting up. Victor charges but as he does, Vaughn sidesteps, with a lucha pass, as Victor hits the ropes, JMont is there with a knee to the back of Victor. Victor staggers forward and Vaughn delivers Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring), sending Victor falling through the ropes to the outside. *

Markson: WOW! I hate to admit it, but that some great teamwork there from JMont and Peter Vaughn.

Napier: Expect nothing but the best when it comes to The Mecca Cabal.

Markson: Is that their team name now?

Napier: No, just a cool name I thought of.

*Vaughn mocks Hector, which brings Hector into the ring and draws the attention of Ref Dizzy Dan. With the Ref distracted, JMont hops off the apron, grabs Victor, lifts him, and drops him chest first across the security railing. JMont pulls Victor up and rolls him into the ring for Vaughn, who is waiting on the second turnbuckle.

As Victor starts to push himself up, Vaughn leaps off the second rope with a Diving Double Axehandle to the back of Victor, dropping Victor to his knees. Vaughn then grabs Victor by the head and takes him down with a snap DDT. Vaughn rolls Victor over and makes the pin. *

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KICKOUT!!!

Markson: Victor Malvado, kicking out, and showing he is as tough as they come.

Napier: Mucho tougho. Tougho-er than a dos pesos’s asada..

Markson: Please never talk like that again.

*Vaughn grabs Victor by the arm and drags him to his corner where he tags in JMont. Vaughn holds the arms of Victor as JMont comes in and stomps Victor in the head. JMont then stomps Victor in the chest, then stomach, then thigh, then shin, then other shing, other thigh, stomach again, chest, and head again, stomping all the way around Victor’s body completing the JMont Stomp.

JMont poses which brings boos from the crowd. JMont snarls at the crowd and then turns back to Victor who is trying to push himself up. JMont grabs Victor by the mask, but Victor smacks JMont’s hands away and begins crawling between the legs of JMont. JMont spins around and grabs the ankle of Victor, trying to stop him from crawling to his corner.

Victor pushes himself up while JMont holds his foot. Victor is hoping, preparing for an enziguri, when Vaughn flies in from the top rope, nailing Victor with a missile drop kick. Hector jumps into the ring, and Ref Dizzy Dan again begins ordering him out. *

Markson: Peter Vaughn with the missile dropkick out of nowhere.

Napier: JMont taught him that, JKO outta nowhere, missile dropkick outta nowhere.

*JMont pulls Victor up and presses him over his head. Vaughn drops to a knee and JMont drops Victor across the knee of Vaughn. Vaughn then quickly rolls out of the ring as Ref Dan turns around. As Dan turns around, JMont makes the cover.

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Hector breaks the pin up, as he jumps into the ring and drops an elbow on JMont’s back. Before Ref Dizzy Dan can say anything Hector rolls out of the ring. An angry JMont pulls Victor up and whips him into the corner where Vaughn is. JMont charges in, but Victor gets a boot up, right into the mouth of JMont.

Vaughn grabs Victor, holding him as JMont staggers back holding his mouth. JMont sees Vaughn holding Victor, and JMont charges in again. At the last minute, Victor breaks free, and moves. JMont runs right into Vaughn, and their heads collide. *

Markson: Call that a meeting of the minds.

Napier: NOT FUNNY MARK!!!


*Surprisingly the fans begin to cheer for Victor, as Victor begins crawling toward his corner. JMont shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs, then begins looking for Victor. JMont sees Victor is to close to his corner to stop, and JMont reaches over, tagging in Vaughn.

Vaughn leaps to the top rope and leaps off with a Diving Elbow Drop, aiming for the back of Victor, but Victor dives forward out of the way and makes the tag to Hector, which draws a roaring cheer from the crowd.

Hector hops into the ring, and as Vaughn is getting up form the mat, Hector lands a superkick to the knee of Vaughn, dropping Vaughn to one knee. Hector then takes a quick step back and then superkicks Vaughn in the face. As Vaughn goes down, JMont comes charging in with a big right. Hector ducks the right hook, but JMont comes back with a left hook. Again Hector ducks. Another right hook, and another duck from Hector, but this time Hector comes up with a superkick to JMont. *

Markson: Hector Malvado is a one-man superkick party.

Napier: And just like high school, you weren’t invited to the party Mark.

*Hector turns back to see Vaughn going for a Sling Blade, but Hector ducks, going behind Vaughn and catching Vaughn’s arm. Hector spins Vaghn around and lands a ripcord Spanish fly on him, which draws a huge reaction from the crowd. Hector makes the cover. *

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PUNT KICK FROM JMONT!!!


Markson: OH! What a sick kick.

Napier: I’m sure the Malvado had his mask loaded for extra padding anyway.

*JMont pulls Vaughn to his corner, and then steps out so Vaughn can tag him in. Vaughn makes the tag and JMont heads right for Hector, but Hector leaps from all fours and catches JMont in a flat liner. Hector holds onto JMont and goes right into a Koji Clutch.

JMont is trying to fight the hold off, but Hector squeezes tighter. Suddenly, JMont grabs the mask of Hector and yanks it off his head. Hector immediately covers his face, breaking the hold.

JMont rolls over and grabs Hector in a side cradle for the pin. Victor comes charging in to break it up, but Vaughn dives over JMont with a crossbody taking Victor down. *

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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… PETER VAUGHN, AND JMOOOOONNTTT!!!

Markson: What a low down, no class, slimeball move from JMont. The masks are sacred in Lucha culture.

Napier: No one out evils the heel of the year.


Markson: Even Peter Vaughn thanks that was too far.

*Vaughn shakes his head at JMont as JMont holds the Malvados mask above his head in victory. JMont laughs and says “what” to Vaughn as the scene fades to commercial break. *

Steve Cotton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is Larry Tact wins, he WILL recieve an International Championship match in the near future.

*Crowd Pop*

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, Hailing from Houston, texas by way of London, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 145 lbs.... THE SCORPION! VERONICA CAIN!

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

//Cause I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
Well, don't let me out of your sight
Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here\\

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

Steve Cotton: And her opponent. Hailing from Manhattan, New York, and weighing in at 260lbs, this is LAARRRRYYY TAAACCTTT!!!

*THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!

As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:

TACTILIZING ONE

GAME CHANGER

SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE


From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, the spotlight glinting off his shaved head.

Larry whips his hair up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms in the air at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest before opening his arms to the reaction of the THUNDERAMANIACS, who hoot and holler back. "This is our company!" Larry bellows as his arms point around at the crowd. He then returns to center stage and makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.

He turns and faces the stands, opening his arms up and making a ‘T’ shape, puffing his chest out. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “WE ARE TPW STRONG!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match. *

Markson: Veronica Cain, defending her fathers honor tonight.

Napier: Please, Matt Knox has no honor,

*As the bell sounds Tact and Veronica begin circling the ring. From opposite corners, they move in and lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie. Almost immediately, Tact uses his size and strength advantage and shoves Veronica straight to the mat. Veronica quickly rolls to the corner and to her feet, while Tact stands in the middle of the ring dominant.

Unphased, Veronica charges at Tact and they meet again with another lock-up. This time Veronica gets low and begins to drive Tact back. Tact plants his feet, stopping Veronica’s momentum. Tact then begins moving forward, driving Veronica back to the corner. As Tact back Veronica into the corner Ref Villano 16 calls for a break, and Tact does so cleanly, backing up slowly with his hands up. *

Markson: Veronica Strader-Cain is going to have to change up her gameplan, she isn’t going to be able to outmuscle Larry Tact.

Napier: Veronica is a stubborn as she is deadly, so I’m sure she will try to anyway.

*Veronica charges out of the corner looking for another lockup, and as Tact goes to meet her with one, Veronica ducks under it. Tact spins around quickly to see Veronica’s boot as she nails Tact with her Superkick named “A Like Supreme”. Tact is knocked into the corner by the kick, and slumps to his bump, sitting in the corner.

Veronica takes a few steps back and then charges at Tact going for a dropkick in the corner. Tact sees her coming and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Veronica sees Tact move and can adjust and land standing on the bottom rope. Veronica then quickly scales the turnbuckles to the top rope. Veronica then leaps off the top rope with a turning crossbody and comes down onto the standing Tact on the floor, bringing the crowd to their feet with a huge pop. *

Markson: Veronica Strader-Cain is crazy, that was a huge move very early in the match.

Napier: This is a huge match, with huge implications, so Veronica Strader-Cain is going to shoot her shot.

*Veronica rolls back into the ring and tells Ref Villano 16 not to bother starting his count. Villano looks confused, but Veronica looks ready to pounce as she eyes Tact on the outside. As Tact starts to pull himself up, Veronica charges into the ropes for momentum as she comes back across the ring, and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive onto Tact. The impact of the dive, drives Tact back into the security railing.

Veronica is quick to her feet as Tact is slumped against the railing. Veronica grabs Tact by the head and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Veronica hops to the apron and begins climbing the turnbuckles to the top rope. Veronica comes off the top with the Veronicasault (Litasault), but Tact rolls into the turnbuckles out of the way. Veronica sees that Tact moved though and is able to land on her feet.

Veronica catches her footing as Tact is pulling himself up in the corner. Veronica charges at Tact, and this time Tact sees her coming drops his shoulder, and takes Veronica over with a back-body drop. Veronica lands on her feet on the apron, as Tact just sent her over his shoulder and not high into the air. Veronica grabs Tact by the head and goes to run his head into the turnbuckle, but Tact gets his leg up onto the turnbuckle blocking it.

Tact fires a back elbow into the chest of Veronica, breaking her grip on his head. Tact grabs Veronica by the head and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. Veronica is rocked on the apron, making it easy for Tact to hook her, and bring her over the top rope, down to the mat with a vertical suplex. *

Markson: It looks like Larry Tact might be turning it around here.

Napier: I was beginning to wonder if Larry was going to get any offense in. Veronica Cain has been on him like flies on crap.

Markson: Strader-Cain.

Napier: What? No, there is only one of them in the ring.

*Tact slowly gets up, holding his lower back as he does. Tact looks to see Veronica is getting up almost as fast as him. As Veronica gets to her feet, Tact greets her with a hard knife-edge chop across the chest that slaps through the building and sends Veronica staggering backward. Another hard chop from Tact sends Veronica staggering back into the ropes.

Tact grabs Veronica and delivers an Irish whip, but Veronica counters by ducking under and holding onto Tact’s hand. Veronica pulls Tact into her and hits a version of a V-Trigger knee, ala Kenny Omega on Tact. Tact staggers back into the ropes, which sends him back off into the arms of Veronica who goes for a Northern-Lights Suplex.

Veronica tries to snap Tact over, but he is too big for her and she isn’t able to flip him over. Tact comes back down onto his feet, catching Veronica in a front face lock. Tact drops to a knee, dropping Veronica face-first onto his knee. Tact holds onto her head, stands up, and delivers a snapping DDT to Veronica. *

Markson: Veronica Strader-Cain got a little overzealous there with that suplex attempt

Napier: When an opponent has a hundred pounds on you, you probably don’t want to try power moves.

*Tact rolls Veronica over and makes a pin.


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FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!


Tact shake shis head as he gets to his feet, grabbing Veronica and dragging her ot the middle of the ring. As Tact is dragging her, she begins to fight back, throwing a kick up and hitting Tact in the top of the head. Tact staggers backa s Veronica rolls up. Veronica charges at Tact, and Tact steps forward to grab her, but Veronica baseball slides between Tact’s legs. Tact spins around to see Veronica going for her “A Like Supreme” superkick again.

This time, Tact catches her foot. Tact spins Veronica around and doubler her over with a hard kick to the stomach. Tact pulls Veronica’s head between his legs, and then lifts her for a powerbomb, but Veronica flips through and brings Tact down with a sitout face buster. *

Markson: Great back and forth counters from Veronica Strader-Cain and Larry Tact. They both have each other so well scouted.

Napier: Well they are both big marks for each other, so they know what the other may be going for.

*Veronica rolls to the corner, and begins climbing again. Tact starts pulling himself up, but as he gets to all fours, Veronica comes off the middle rope with a back senton across Tact’s back, driving him back into the mat. Veronica, immediately rolls to her feet and grabs Tact by th head. Veronica pulls Tact up to his knees, and then takes a few steps back to size Tact up.

Veronica steps forward looking for a big front kick, but Tact gets his hands up and caches Veronica’s foot. Tact stands to his feet, while holding onto Veronia’s foot. Veronica shows great balance by hopping on the one foot, and as Tact gets to his feet Veronica goes for an enziguri. Tact sees the enziguri coming though and catches Veronica’s other foot, dropping her to her back,

Tact yokes both legs of Veronica up, holding them under his arms. Tact drops to his back, hard and fast, sending Veronica flying up and overhead with a catapult. Veronica flies over the top rope, seemingly hitting her head on the ring post, and is left lying across the top turnbuckle. *

Markson: OH MY! HUGE CATAPULT BY LARRY TACT!!!

Napier: Well, look at the bright side, if Veronica Cain hit her face on the post, it won’t do any cosmetic damage.

Markson: Will you stop?

Napier: Are you saying you think she is pretty?

Markson: What? I never said that….

Napier: Sounds like you got a crush, Mark. She’s a married woman you scoundrel.

*Larry stands and sees Veronica lying across the top of the turnbuckle. Tact puts one hand over Veronica’s shoulders to her chest and the other between her legs to her stomach. Tact pulls Veronica from the top turnbuckle and tosses her overhead with an inverted fallaway slam, sending Veronica crashing onto her face.

Tact rolls to his feet, and turns quickly to find Veronica trying to push herself up. Tact moves to stand over top of Veronica, and begins to hook her for “Larry’s Throne” (Steiner Recliner). As Tact pulls Veronica up by her arms, she scrambles to her feet, coming up between Tact’s legs and standing in front of him, but Tact still has her arms hooked. Tact takes Veronica backward, over his head with a Tiger suplex, bridging for the pin.

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KICKOUT!!!

Markson: UNBELIEVABLE!!!

Napier: Mind over matter, Mark. Veronica has no mind, so it doesn’t matter if you drop her on her head.

*Tact rolls to his feet looking shocked. Tact shakes his head, a bit disappointed at what he is going to do next. Tact grabs Veronica by the head and pulls her into position for a powerbomb. Tact goes to lift her, but Veronica spins out holding onto Tact’s arm. Veronica pulls Tact in and goes for another V-Trigger knee, but Tact moves sideways, catching Veronica and pulling her onto his shoulder for a torture rack.

Tact is looking for his “Tactilizer” (Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb), but before Tact can spin Veronica into the powerbomb, Veronica rolls down Tact’s back, catching him with a crucifix, and taking him down into a pin. *

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Markson: WHOA! SHE GOT HIM!!!


Napier: No way, Larry Tact kicked out.


Markson: No he didn’t.

Napier: Oh, you are just blinded by love or lust, one of the two.


Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. VERONICCAAAAA CAAAAAIIIINNN!!!!


Markson: SEE!!!


Napier: No one likes an “I told you so” loverboy.


*Ref Villano 16 raises Veronica’s hand in victory as Larry Tact slowly stands up. Veronica moves over to Tact and holds her hand out. Tact nods, and shakes Veronica’s hand to a huge pop from the crowd as the scene fades to commercial. *