TPW vs. WGWF - Uncivil War

Post by Peter Vaughn on Feb 16, 2024 22:54:38 GMT -5

*The “Uncivil War” logo appears on the screen. The sound of shouting, gunfire, sirens, planes, helicopters, and bombs exploding is heard in the background as the logo fades to historical clips of warfare. As the clips play a voice-over begins in the background. *

*The shot pulls back to reveal it is an old television displaying the images of war. As the dim glow of the television flickers in the corner of his living room, casting shadows reminiscent of distant battlefields, an old World War II veteran settles into his worn armchair. The room is filled with the faint scent of aged leather and memories that refuse to fade. With a weathered hand, he reaches for the remote, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of its buttons. Tonight, the screen illuminates with anticipation, heralding a clash of titans that echoes the tumultuous conflicts of his youth. *

*The veteran's eyes, once witness to the horrors of war, now sparkle with a different kind of intensity as he watches the unfolding drama of professional wrestling. Tonight's spectacle is no ordinary event; it is the culmination of a bitter feud that has divided the world of sports entertainment. Two rival companies, TPW and WGWF, stand poised for battle in an arena where the stakes are high, and the combatants are fueled by a thirst for supremacy. *

*As the sights and sounds of combat from each respective federation reverberate through the room, the veteran is transported back to a time when brother fought brother in their homelands, and when he battled foreign enemies on distant shores. The parallels between the wrestling ring and the battlefield are not lost on him; both arenas where courage is tested, alliances are forged, and rivalries are settled with fists clenched and hearts pounding. *

*With each bone-rattling slam and electrifying maneuver, the veteran finds himself drawn deeper into the drama unfolding before him. The wrestlers, like soldiers on opposing fronts, are locked in a struggle for dominance, their bodies serving as both weapons and shields in a relentless pursuit of victory. *

*But amidst the chaos and carnage, there is a glimmer of something greater—a sense of camaraderie that transcends the bitter rivalry between TPW and WGWF. For in the heat of battle, even the fiercest adversaries can find common ground, united by their love of the sport and the thrill of competition. *

*As the final bell tolls and the dust settles, the veteran rises from his chair, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips. Though the battles may have changed, the spirit of defiance and determination that once defined his generation lives on in the squared circle, where heroes are made and legends are born. And in the end, perhaps there is no greater victory than the bonds of brotherhood forged in the fires of "Uncivil War."

The Veteran stands and salutes at the old television. The shot focuses on the screen to see a historic clip of the flag being raised over Iwo Jima. *

*The shot focuses on the flag and then transitions into the flag flying high in AT&T Stadium.  The shot transitions to Chris Stapleton standing in the ring with a small band and his guitar. The crowd begins to roar as Stapleton strums the opening cords to the Star Spangled banner. The crowd grows quiet out of respect as Stapleton opens the event with the national anthem. *

*As the National Anthem ends the crowd lets out a huge roar from the crowd as the shot pans around the massive soldout crowd of over 106,000 thousand fans. The crowd is on their feet as pyro shoots off from the entrance way and top of the stadium. As the pyro dies down the shot transitions to the ringside commentary table where we are joined by Derrick Diamond and Nick Napier. *

Diamond: Hello everyone, and WELCOME TO UNCIVIL WAR!!!

Napier: I’ve got to say, as much as I hate the WGWF and everything it stands for, I’m pretty happy to get a show off from Mark Markson.

Diamond: I personally enjoy all my coworkers, but they don't work for rival companies.

Napier: That’s ok, you don’t have to like me, because the only people I like are dead presidents.

Diamond: Well both companiies have made a lot of those tonight with the size of this crowd.

Napier: Well, I’m predicting a clean sweep for Thunder Pro tonight, even with the B teamers in, well B teamers minus JMont that is. We have to rest the Cabal up to snag that S.E.X cup championship.

Diamond: My magic 8-ball says your outcome doesn't look good.

Napier: Look, we could argue about this all night, but why don’t we let the action in the ring do the talking for us tonight?

Diamond: You bet you’re sweet bippy we will. Let’s go to the special ring announcer for tonight, Michael Buffer for the introductions to our opening match as TPW Prestige Champion Andrea Hernandez faces off against WGWF Television champion Jenny Myst.

Bruce Buffer: Introducing first, from North Las Vegas, NV. Weighing in at 105lbs, she is the WGWF Television champion, she is the Highness of Violence, this is JENNY MYST!!!

*Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment plays as Jenny Myst makes her way to the ring. *

Bruce Buffer: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Paradise Valley, Arizona, weighing in at 125lbs, she is the TPW Prestige champion, this is ANDREA HERNANDEEEEEEZZZZ!!!

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

Ding Ding Ding!

*The referee barely motions for the two champions to engage before Jenny Myst comes scorching hot across the diagonal with a flying forearm. The force sends Andrea back towards her corner and Jenny isn’t done, landing a series of strikes that firmly corner the TPW Prestige Champion. Jenny bends over and drives her shoulder into Andrea to further take the wind from her sails. She then backs up a few steps and launches herself back in with a Spear-like maneuver and crumples Andrea onto the mat in the corner. While she tries to catch her breath, Jenny uses the top ropes to swing herself like a human pendulum, both knees slamming into Andrea’s face with no give from the turnbuckle! Jenny tosses Andrea out of the corner and makes an early cover! *

One!

Tw– KICKOUT!

Napier: Get your head in the game Hernandez, we can't start off on the wrong foot.

Diamond: Jenny Myst, came to play and I don't mean PlayStation.

*Andrea is still stunned by the opening onslaught of the WGWF Television Champion, who cinches in a rear chinlock. “Give it up!!” Jenny demands the referee ask Andrea if she wants to quit, but doesn’t need to wait long as Herandez begins willing herself to her feet. When she’s gotten there, Jenny doesn’t wait for any counters, instead shoving Jenny into the ropes and flattening her opponent with a Clothesline followed by a Standing Moonsault and another cover! *

One!

Two!

KICKOUT!

Diamond: In the words of Maxwell Smart, "missed it by that much"

Napier: I should have taken some blood pressure medicine before this show.

*Jenny gives a toothy grin and snakes her arm around the neck of Andrea, maintaining control. This time she slowly rises with Andrea before slinging one of Hernandez’s arms over her shoulder and grabbing one of her legs… Jenny wheels her up and around, slamming her to the mat with a twirling modified facebuster. Andrea grabs her face while trying to get her bearings. When she stands she finds Jenny flying off the second turnbuckle with– NO! Hernandez catches Myst midair and bounces her off the mat with a Powerbomb. But Andrea is still dazed from the damage she’s suffered and falls to the mat herself, causing the referee to put in a count… *

One!

Two!

Three!

Napier: Why did you fall down Andre? Toughen up buttercup.

Diamond: Peanut butter cup?

*Both wrestlers are up around the same time, and Andrea tries to go on the attack with a series of strikes. She sends Jenny off the opposite ropes and looks for a Diving Crossbody that Myst ducks under. Andrea manages to recover quickly, and turns to find Myst careening off the opposite ropes and returning with a front dropkick that floors Hernandez. The TV Champion lifts Andrea up and straight up SLAPS her across the face! After running her down comes a SECOND SLAP! She then lifts her up in position for an Alabama Slam and Hernandez wisely plants the point of her elbow into the small of Myst’s back. This causes Jenny to release her and Andrea rolls her over into a cover! *

One!

KICKOUT!

The Prestige Champion doesn’t waste a moment, grapevining Jenny’s leg into a submission in the middle of the ring. When the referee checks on Jenny he immediately backs off. Jenny sits up and looking Andrea dead in the eyes… SMILES?! Hernandez doesn’t know what to make of it, and before she can react she receives a THIRD SLAP! It catches her on the jawline and sends Andrea onto her back and releasing the hold. Jenny doesn’t get up. She mounts Andrea and begins screaming belittling taunts while swinging wildly at her head. Andrea covers up and manages to shove Jenny off of her. As the two get upright it’s Jenny coming in with a swinging backfist that Andrea evades and leaps off the ropes with a Springboard Bulldog. She brings Jenny up and the Television Champion tries to lift her up! But the Prestige Champion comes off and around with DESTINY’S CALL!! The Floatover DDT spikes Jenny and Andrea covers! *

One!

Two!

KICKOUT!

Napier: HOOK THE LEG ANDREA!!!

Diamond: Jenny needs those legs to kick out with though.

*Hernandez looks up at the ref holding two fingers and gives a stiff nod. She whips Myst into a corner and charges in when Jenny ducks and lifts her up to drop Andrea face first on the turnbuckle. Hernandez backs up and Myst lifts her in an inverted fireman’s carry before dumping her over the top rope onto the apron. Myst uses her boot to shove Andrea onto the floor.


Andrea rises up and Myst bowls her over with a Tope Suicida! Wobbly to her feet, Myst’s frustration peeks through as she wrenches Hernandez up and tosses her into the apron. She charges in but Andrea grabs the ropes and pulls, kicking Myst in the face on the way up. Myst checks her mouth and sees crimson dripping as Hernandez ‘skins the cat’ over the top. She springs right back up onto the top and dives off with a modified SEDONA SPLASH II!! MYST CATCHES HER!! SHE ALMOST FALLS WITH ANDREA TO SMASH HER INTO THE RINGPOST! BOTH WRESTLERS COLLAPSE TO THE FLOOR!

The referee has no choice but to put in a count… *

One!

Two!

Both competitors begin stirring…

Three!

Four!

Jenny is up and grabs Andrea roughly by the hair…

Five!

Six!

She runs Andrea right into the steel stairs!

Seven!

Jenny tosses Andrea into the ring and get onto the apron…

Eight!

Diamond: Do you think referees like counting?

Napier: What a stupid question, of course they do.

*Jenny is on the top turnbuckle and spots Andrea on her back. She flies off with a FLOATOVER MOONSAULT AND… CONNECTS! She makes the cover! *

One!

Two!

…

Thre– NO!

ANDREA SAVES HERSELF WITH A HAND ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Jenny looks totally pissed at the referee’s call. She rises with a menacing look at the referee and then her opponent. Myst licks blood off her busted lip while stalking Andrea, who is struggling with the ropes to stand. Myst bends her backwards and seizes her neck while raising a hand tinged with blood and smears it on Hernandez’s throat before making a throat slash motion to the crowd, who shout dueling chants and are torn between their chosen wrestler of the Uncivil War. With that Jenny pulls Andrea in for Pink Perfection (Twist of Fate (Lita version)), but as she spins for it, Andrea shoves her off and Myst collides with the referee, who falls into the corner.

Myst turns into a Tilt-a-Whirl, but counters throwing Andrea off, and dropping Andrea stomach first across the top rope. Andrea springs off the ropes and lands on the mat. Myst turns to the turnbuckles and gives an evil smile. *

Napier: Jenny Myst is removing the turnbuckles pad.

Diamond: She must have been a girl-scout to know how to untie that knot.

*Myst pulls the turnbuckle pad off, exposing the buckle underneath, but as soon as she does Andrea charges from behind, ramming Myst into the exposed buckle. Andrea rolls Myst up backward with an O'Connor roll as the ref dives from the cornet to make the count. *

One!

Two!

…

THREE!!!

Bruce Buffer: Your winner of the match… the Thunder Pro Wrestling PRESTIGE CHAMPION! ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!!

Napier: YES! Score one for TPW.

Diamond: I guess that goes to show that cheaters never prosper.

*Andrea rolls out of the ring and is handed her championship that she holds high above her heard to the roar of the crowd. The shot focuses on Andrea smiling, nodding her head and saying "doubt me now", as the scene fades to the backstage area, *

*The scene opens on the outside of the arena where the fans wait patiently to start booing at the arrival of J MONT. However, after what appears forever, no one arrives via the parking lot. The camera man sighs loudly and then gets ready to go inside when he hears the sound of a helicopter getting closer and closer. He looks up wondering where it’s coming from when he is blown back as it appears, seemingly out of nowhere, right above the arena… The beautiful, black and gold Sikorsky S-76 super-midsize helicopter hovers over the arena briefly before starting its descent right on an open area of the parking lot. The cameraman, security guards and officials nearby, from both feds, rush inside as the wind is too much. Once the helicopter lands softly, its blades start to slow down and after a minute or so the door slides open automatically and out steps… “Venom” Xavier Lux! The crowd is stunned briefly, but then begin to boo just the same… Not as loud, but they are definitely not fans. Lux is wearing a metallic green suit with white collar shirt, unbuttoned and his trademark Ray Ban aviator glasses. Behind him, two lovely ladies in tight dresses that leave very little to the imagination step out, one carrying his briefcase and another his luggage. He is handed a note from the attendant inside the helicopter and then makes his way towards the entrance as everyone starts to come back out. Lux looks at all their puzzled and confused looks, and some are even drooling at the sight of the ladies with him. He shakes his head and simply says: *

XL:What? Only J MONT can arrive in style?

*He smirks as he walks past them without saying another word as the camera fades back to Bruce Buffer ready to announce the next match. *

Bruce Buffer: Introducing first, hailing from Atlanta, GA and weighing in at 188lds, he is the WGWF Intercontinental champion, he is the Iconic DUBIOOOOSSSS!!!

*Flakes of blue sparkles fall from the rafters. Lights dim, fans lose their minds, covered in blue flakes knowing what comes next. The vibe changes to SERPENT in the sold out AT&T stadium. Strobe lights accompany the change in tone to a darker pallet of gray and dark tones. Dark shadow serpent light cues crawl all over the arena, creeping out the audience. Childish Gambino's trademark hit "Terrified" entices the feel to its fullest realization point. Dancing behind the illuminated entrance curtain is the iconic image. He sways, jives, and glides out of the ramp to a massive heel ovation. He holds a mic to his lips playfully but in a definite way that is not lip singing. His medium of sorts, the snake, Damien can be seen slithering to find posture around his upper shoulders. Smiling perfectly, he dips and moves side to side while also showing his stellar athleticism and quickness through a funnel of lightning shaped slithering python beams. A blue hue dims into dread. Jake 'The Snake' Roberts trails down the ramp, antagonizing the crowd, golf clapping at his muse.


Del's black & blue snakeskin jacket catches wide eyes everywhere in the house. He holds Damien's head up, talking to his darker half through Jake's third generation Damien offspring. Dubois raising his hands and eyebrows, taunting fans who disapprove of his turn, and he may just double back to slap their hands too, then purposely dismisses them, smiling at Jake Roberts. Moving verbally lyric to lyric within the vibe his gravity naturally creates. Twinkling his fingers, he grins like a condescending chesire cat on his way down the ramp, all whilst in perfect song rhythm to step by step. He drives the fans mad who reach over the barrier to get a glimpse every time Dubois stops hitting musical high highs and low lows throughout the lyrical verses. He turns Damien toward grubby fingers nearly making contact, gaslighting the Poop out of each asshole. Jake slips off people reaching at his arms. Dubois smiles big in their faces, singing masterfully to the tune, stopping at the ring base on a large beat, hopping vertically backwards up onto the ring apron behind! He winks at the ref, chop-kicking to the music, greeting fans on every side of his blank artistic canvas. His charm ravishes the crowd to his favor almost instantaneously, with very few haters remaining. His theme, "Terrified," simmers as he competes the last line. Iconic Dubois looks up, disgusted with the crowd, infecting their quivering eyes with stylish one of a kind dazzle. He kisses Damien, handing him off to Jake during the bout, something wicked this way comes. *

Bruce Buffer: And his opponent, hailing from Los Angeles, CA, and weighing in at 255lbs, he is the TPW American champion, this is Maxwell Mason STOOOONNNEEEEE!!!!

*he arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.

The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.

Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *

Ding! Ding! Ding!

*The bell rings, signaling the start of the match. Maxwell Mason Stone and Dubois circle each other in the ring, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. Maxwell, known for his raw power, takes the initiative, charging forward with a thunderous Clothesline. But Dubois, agile and quick, ducks under the attack and retaliates with a series of lightning-fast forearm shots to Maxwell's jaw, stunning the powerhouse momentarily. *

Napier: What a start to this match! Maxwell Mason Stone is known for his brute strength, but Dubois is showing no fear, taking the fight right to him with those rapid strikes!

Diamond: Dubois may be the smaller competitor, but he's proving that he's not to be underestimated. His agility and speed could give him the edge in this bout.

*Dubois continues his assault, utilizing his speed and agility to dart around the ring, avoiding Maxwell's attempts to land a decisive blow. Maxwell, however, remains undeterred, his focus unwavering as he waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. Finally, seizing his moment, Maxwell grabs Dubois and hoists him high into the air, delivering a bone-crushing Belly to Belly Suplex that reverberates throughout the arena.*

Napier: That’s right Stone, use your size. Crush him,

Diamond: Dubois is known for his resilience, among many other things like violence, music, and snakes.

*As the match progresses, both wrestlers unleash a barrage of signature moves and high-impact maneuvers, each determined to gain the upper hand. Maxwell showcases his incredible strength with a devastating Piledriver, while Dubois dazzles the crowd with his aerial prowess, executing flawless Moonsaults and Corkscrew dives from the top rope. *

Diamond: This match is an absolute spectacle! Maxwell Mason Stone and Dubois are leaving it all in the ring, showcasing the very best of what professional wrestling has to offer!

Napier: I didn’t come here for wrestling, I came here to get that bonus when TPW beats WGWF.

*With neither man able to gain a big advantage, both competitors dig deep, summoning every ounce of strength and determination they possess. Maxwell, driven by his desire to emerge victorious, unleashes a flurry of devastating attacks, including his trademark Flying Cross Body Block and a thunderous Fallaway Slam that shakes the ring to its core.*

Diamond: Maxwell Mason Stone using that size and strength we talked about earlier,

Napier: Stone needs to be like Heart.

Diamond: Bret Hart?

Napier: No, HEART, HEART. He needs to go crazy on Dubois.

*Maxwell, determined to put an end to the contest, locks Dubois in his patented Double Wrist Lock, applying pressure with all his might. But Dubois, refusing to submit, summons one last burst of energy and executes his signature move, the Day of Dubois - a breathtaking 360-degree Corkscrew Splash from the top rope.

The arena erupts into a cacophony of cheers and applause as Maxwell Mason Stone and Dubois lie exhausted in the center of the ring, their bodies bruised and battered from the grueling battle. The ref checks on both men who are down and begins his count. *

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

The crowd settles back into their seats, eagerly anticipating the next chapter of the epic clash between Maxwell Mason Stone and Dubois. Meanwhile, , both wrestlers catch their breath and prepare themselves mentally for the continuation of the match. Each competitor knows that victory hangs in the balance, and neither is willing to back down. Dubois begins to rise first, but Stone is only a moment behind him. *

Diamond: BOTH MEN ARE UP! This is exciting

Napier: I can tell by your yelling that this is exciting.

*As they get to their feet neither wrestler is wasting any time in resuming their battle. Maxwell charges forward with renewed determination, unleashing a barrage of powerful strikes and grapples in an effort to overwhelm Dubois. But the villain, ever resourceful, evades Maxwell's attacks with lightning-fast reflexes, countering with a series of acrobatic maneuvers and strikes of his own.
Dubois continues to frustrate Maxwell with his elusive movements, ducking under his strikes and slipping out of his grapples with ease. Sensing an opportunity, Dubois launches himself off the ropes and executes a breathtaking Corkscrew Moonsault, catching Maxwell off guard and sending him crashing to the canvas. *

Napier: Why didn’t you catch him Stone?

Diamond: Momentum and inertia.

Napier: What?

Diamond: You know, math and physics.

*Maxwell, fueled by determination, rises to his feet and shakes off the effects of Dubois' assault. With a primal roar, he charges at Dubois once again, refusing to let up in his relentless pursuit of victory. Dubois, however, remains unfazed, using his speed and agility to evade Maxwell's attacks and counter with precision strikes of his own.

As the match wears on, both wrestlers begin to show signs of fatigue, the toll of their intense battle evident on their faces. With the clock ticking down, they both know that victory hangs in the balance, and neither is willing to back down. With one final burst of energy, Maxwell charges at Dubois, determined to end the match once and for all. But Dubois, sensing an opportunity, ducks under Maxwell's attack and once more goes for his signature move, the Day of Dubois - a breathtaking 360-degree Corkscrew Splash from the top rope, but this time Stone does catch him and turns it into a big slam. *

Napier: THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!

Diamond: Hey, someone finally listened to you. Amazing.

*The arena erupts into a deafening roar as Maxwell Mason Stone and Dubois lie exhausted in the center of the ring once more, their bodies battered and bruised from the grueling battle. The AT&T Stadium and TV audience knows they have witnessing something truly special - a match for the ages.
Dubois continues to frustrate Maxwell with his underhanded tactics and elusive movements. Dubios goes to the eyes of Stone and then takes him down with a dropkick to the knee. Dubios mounts Stone and again begins to pummel him with hard fists. The ref counts to four before Dubios finally lets up. He gets to his feet, brings Stone up, and then turns him so his back is to Dubios. He then pulls back on Stone’s head and hooks him for the reverse DDT, but no, Stone manages to spin around on his axis and then lifts and drops Dubios with an inverted atomic drop. Stone then grabs Dubios and rolls him up with a small package,

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Napier: Count faster ref.

Diamond: Count at your natural pace ref.

*Dubios makes his way over to the ropes and uses them to get up. Stone gets to his feet as well and goes after Dubios but he sees him coming and quickly steps up to him, and trips him with a drop toe hold, causing Stone to fall unto the middle ropes! Dubios seeing the opening takes off running towards the opposite ropes, bouncing off, and then diving through the top and middle ropes, holding on to swing his legs through for a 619. But Stone got to his feet and was waiting for him, and catches the swinging legs of Dubios. Stone quickly shoves them back outside, and as Dubios tries to gather his footing on the apron, Stone goes to the second turnbuckle and then jumps off, landing a flying clothesline on Dubios that sends him crashing to the outside. *

Napier: Who’s the high flyer now?

Diamond: Pretty sure it’s still Dubios.

*Stone waits until Dubios gets to his feet and then goes for a slingshot cross-body to the outside, but Dubios moves out of the way. Stone catches himself though landing on all fours, behind Dubois who turned his back on him. Dubois turns as he hears the sound of footsteps behind him, and turns into a running crossbody from Stone, that sends both of them topping over the security railing to the front row. As both men lay in the crowd the referee is starting his count. *

1…


2….


3…

Napier: Come on Stone, get him in the ring and pin him.

Diamond: Pinning Dubios is easier said than done.

Napier: Well, his name is pretty hard to say, so I’d say it’s harder said than done.

4…

5…

6…

*Stone steps over the security railing and begins to stumble toward the ring, but as he does Dubios uses the railing to slingshot himself into Stone, throwing his shoulder into his back and both men hit the ground. *

7…

8…

Diamond: DUBIOS IS UP!!!

Napier: GET UP STONE, YOU BIG IDIOT!!!

9…

*Dubios begins to crawl onto the apron, but as he does Stone while on his knees grabs Dubios’s ankle and yanks him off the apron to the ground. *

10!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Napier: No, not like this. Son of a…

Diamond: Um did this just end like I’m thinking?

Bruce Buffer: The result of this match is… A DOUBLE COUNT OUT!!!

*The crowd begins to boo as Stone and Dubios grab each other on their knees and begin trading right hands. The Referee jumps out of the ring and tries to separate them, as he calls for help from security who comes running down. *

Diamond: I don’t think anyone is happy about this ending.

Napier: Why would anyone be. I had ten grand on Stone winning this match.

Diamond: You’re going to get Pete Rose’d if you aren’t careful.

Napier: Mind your own business.

Diamond: Well, I’m getting word we have some business backstage, let’s go to that.

*The camera focuses on security pulling Stone and Dubios apart as it fades to a segment. *

*We cut to the backstage area where we see Xavier Lux walking down the hallway, nearing the locker rooms and stopping at the door that has a sign that reads: “The Fortunate Ones”. He sighs deeply before knocking on the door. After a few seconds the door opens and Amber Mansley answers the door, looking him up and down and then raising her eyebrows.*

XL: Well aren’t you gorgeous, I can see why J MONT chose you. Is he in?

*She doesn’t answer his remark and simply opens the doors wider so Lux can see J MONT sitting on a leather sofa in between Enigma and, of all people, Clyde Newton. *

J MONT: LUX MY MAN!

*J MONT is all smiles as he gets to his feet to greet him but Lux is all business. *

XL: We need to talk.

*Lux looks around. *

XL: In private.

*J MONT’s smile diminishes a bit, but understanding the situation he looks at The Fortunate Ones. *

J MONT: It’s cool guys, give us a minute.

*Amber rolls her eyes and walks past Lux, slightly shouldering him and Lux smirks. Sony Benson is next and she lifts his nose up at Lux and he takes a step back.*

XL: Eew, not you though ugly… Seriously J?

*Benson calls him an asshole under her breath and looks to want to kick his ass but J MONT grabs her arm, holding her back. She shakes her head and reluctantly leaves. The last one out is Clyde Newton, the tension here is defining and J MONT has to get between the two. Newton eyes J MONT and then Lux and says before leaving: *

CLYDE NEWTON: I’ll see you later.

*To which Lux responds right away. *

XL: Oh you definitely will.

*Clyde smiles, looks at J MONT one more time who nods and then he too exits the locker room. *

J MONT: Come in X, have a seat, you want something to drink.

*Lux comes in but doesn’t sit down and turns down the drink offer as well. *

XL: Are you kidding me right now?!

J MONT: What?!

XL: Any other night I wouldn’t care who you hang out with, but tonight of all nights you should be with Team TPW not your band of misfits.

J MONT: Hey, easy now.

XL: Look, I just gotta know right now, what is tonight going to be… Are you standing with me, like you have so many times in the past… Or are you going to pull a J MONT and J MONT your way in this match and pull J MONT shenanigans… I love you but you turn on people at the drop of a hat… So I need to know J MONT…

*He gets face to face with him and pokes him on the chest firmly. *

XL: Who are you rolling with tonight. Them, or us… Fudge that, not even them… ME?

*J Mont looks around, then right back at Lux. The sinister smirk appears on the face of J Mont. Lux doesn't seem fazed at all by it.*

J MONT: Brother. You need to chill out. Do I need to call Amber back in here so you can let off some steam and burn some calories off before the WAR Starts?

*Once again, Lux doesn't seem amused. *

J MONT: Ok. Scratch that plan. But for real Lux, are you really questioning my loyalty to you? From CCPE to The Mecca to personal lives, I have never crossed you and been there for you, like you have for me.

*Lux looks at J Mont like he is forgetting about Last Chance.*

J MONT: If you are thinking about my one night career as a security guard, then I did what I had to do to help Clyde get that title he deserved and push him even further in his career. I didn’t hit you or stop you from getting to that ladder, I just pushed Clyde to get up there fast to get the win. You know I have to have the back of The Fortunate Ones.

*Lux takes a deep breath.*

XL: I hear what you are saying, but there is one thing that has still not been answered. Do you have my back tonight? Or are you going to help Clyde win AGAIN?

*J Mont is looking at Lux who is not blinking and has a serious look on his face. This might be the first time in the history of Lux and J Mont that there has been tension like this.*

J MONT: Lux, we are Brothers!

*Lux cuts off J Mont!*

XL: Enough! Answer the question. I don't want to hear about being brothers and our history. Tonight is a big night and I want to know what I am getting myself into when it comes to you with this WAR.

*J Mont cracks his neck, and then his knuckles. The look on the face of J Mont is one of anger because of the way Lux is coming at him about loyalty in this match.*

J MONT: LUX!!!!!!! You wanna know where I stand tonight?

*Lux nods his head, but that's it.*

J MONT: I hate Junko. I hope she chokes on an egg roll. Larry has a bigger ego then me and i know he's crying a river that i JKO’D his little bitch friend in Cara Strader. I have one coming for him too. I have a receipt that I need to use on AVA for what happened at the Bohemian Bash. That was my win, not hers. She is going to get a JKO. It doesn't look too good for the TPW as i think about it.

XL: Answer me Joe!

J MONT: You didn't let me finish Lux. But at the end of the day, I hate the WGWF way more than the TPW. And as much as i hate most of our team, i hate 4 of those guys on the other team more than anything in this world.

XL: They have 5 guys, not 4. Learn how to do Math!

J MONT: 5 minus 4 equals 1. There is one person on each team that I respect and have a brotherhood with. You and Clyde. If you are asking me to pick, that's not a fair thing to do.

XL: Then I guess you have made your decision.

J MONT: I didn’t say that Lux. I want you to look into my eyes as I say this to you.

*Lux and J Mont are looking at one another. This is not a staring contest either. This is a deep conversation right before War goes down.*

J MONT: The decision is simple and always has been simple for me. Clyde knows I got his back and want to see him succeed, but he knows tonight is a rare occasion when I have to look out for myself and look out for the team I am on. Now, that doesn't mean I am going to help Junko, Ava or Larry, but I have your back Lux. I want team TPW to win because I HATE WGWF so much and I want to show you that you never have to doubt me AGAIN! So yes, I am standing by your side tonight as we look to take down the WGWF misfits. But don't expect me to shake hands or be all happy with the other 3. I am doing this for you. And I am doing this so I can show up on Brawl and Smash and tell the world that the WGWF needs J MONT and I don't need them. As for Clyde, I can tell you that I won't attack my brother, but the other 4 are dead meat. So dead that I am going to bring them to a butcher shop and hang them in the freezer, MAFIA style.

*J Mont steps back and awaits for Lux to respond, but he just stands there, studying him for a few moments before finally speaking. *

XL: Actions speak louder than words Joe… We all know you have an iron tongue and there aren’t many, if any, that can talk a better game than you… But tonight, out there in that ring, when war begins, I want to see it… I need to see it. I know you, I don’t know them, our partners, but I need to trust them… I want to trust you.

*J Mont gets closer to Lux again and puts his hand on his shoulder. *

J MONT: Trust me man, I got you.

*He offers his hand up for an urban shake and Xavier looks at his hand, then back at J Mont before taking it and gripping it strongly, confirming the bond between these two. *

XL: Alright Joe, let’s kick some WGWF ass.

J MONT: That’s what I’m talking about.

XL: But before that, let me burn some of these calories like you talked about… Go get what’s her face.

*J Mont looks at Xavier surprised. *

J MONT: For real?!

XL: No not for real man, get me a drink!

*They both laugh as they share a drink. The scene suddenly cuts to another locker room, that of Team TPW. Ava Arthur, Junko Souma and Larry Tact are watching the TV screen, at everything that just went down between their two partners. They look at each other, perhaps feeling a bit more at ease about their partners tonight… But one look at Junko let’s you know that may not be the case. The shot fades from Junko's face to the ring where Bruce Buffer is ready to introduce the next match. *

Bruce Buffer: The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 465lbs, the team of Jeremy The Wicked, and Superunkown, they are the TPW Duo's champions, this is ROGUE'S GALLERRRRYYYYY!!!

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

Bruce Buffer: And their opponents, weighing in at the total combined weight of 595lbs, the team of Space....I mean Dark Lord, and "Too Sweet" Terry Marshall, they are the WGWF Tag Team champions, they are the NEFARIOUS WRESTLING OUTSIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEERRRSSSS!!!

*As “Keep Me” by The Black Eyed Peas plays, the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders strut their way out of the back. Despite being in their evil personas, there are still some cheers for “Too Sweet” Terry Marshall and Dark Lord as they walk down the aisle, their WGWF World Tag-Team Titles wrapped tightly around them, now spray-painted with the nWo symbol. *

Ding! Ding! Ding!

*Both teams are in the ring, waiting, as the referee shows off the four championships. He can barely manage it, but he does his job, before taking them off to the side to take them to safety. As the ref’s back is turned, Superunknown suddenly runs forward, clotheslining Terry Marshall from behind and knocking him out of the ring! At the same time, Dark Lord is suddenly running as well, nailing Jeremy The Wicked from behind and knocking HIM out of the ring!! Both Superunknown and Dark Lord then turn, realizing what just happened on the opposite side. Both point at the other, as if accusing the other of cheating, before both men rush forward, beginning to slug away at each other!

As the two men battle it out in the ring, we see Marshall getting up outside and dusting himself off, looking annoyed at the ambush. He starts around the ring, only to run into Jeremy The Wicked, who leaps at him, smashing him with a flying elbow! Jeremy stays on the attack, swinging away at Marshall, as the duo fights outside. Already feeling like he’s lost control, the referee yells out at Marshall & Jeremy, ordering them to stop fighting and go to their respective corners. Meanwhile, Superunknown has managed to jab Dark Lord in the eyes, blinding him, before getting him back in the corner and swinging away, landing shot after shot to try and weaken the powerhouse.*

Napier: Yes, rip his eyeballs out Superunknown, then rip Terry's out.

Diamond: Dude, you are really harshing the vibe of this event.

*Marshall, meanwhile, manages to block another Jeremy shot and grabs him by the head, taking Jeremy by surprise by launching him bodily into the side of the turnbuckle post, sending Jeremy collapsing to the ground! Marshall reaches down to pick him up, but finally seems to notice the red-faced referee yelling at them. Marshall raises his hands as if to say he wasn’t doing anything, then goes around the ring, finally taking his place in his partner’s corner. Jeremy manages to get up and do the same, rubbing his shoulder. In the ring, Superunknown manages to suplex Dark Lord over, driving him down, before making the first cover of the match.


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But Dark Lord easily kicks out in time. Superunknown then gets up, hauling Dark Lord over to the corner and tagging Jeremy The Wicked in. He signals for Jeremy to go up, with Jeremy hopping to the top of the turnbuckle. Superunknown then begins to give Dark Lord a tornado spin, with Jeremy leaping off the top and giving Dark Lord a missile dropkick to the head!! Dark Lord goes down hard, with Jeremy and Superunknown exchanging a high five before Jeremy rebounds off the ropes and lands a leg drop on the wrestler, followed by another pinfall, working to hang onto Dark Lord’s legs for more leverage.


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And just as the referee is hitting two, Marshall is there, stomping on Jeremy’s back! He kicks away a couple more times, obviously annoyed, as the referee moves to push him back to his corner. Meanwhile, Jeremy rolls out of the ring, his back sore, even as Superunknown comes back in without a tag. He jumps on Dark Lord, applying a rear chin lock, as the referee gets Marshall out of the ring before turning around, confused at how Superunknown is now the legal man. With nothing else to dispute it, though, there’s nothing the ref can do. *

Napier: HA! Terry Marshall, you stupid idiot, you know you can't argue with referee Mike Mullet.

Diamond: Man, that mullet is sweet.

*As Superunknown works the chin lock, Dark Lord starts to power up, refusing to stay down. He drags himself towards the ropes, reaching out and grabbing hold of them, before pulling himself up one rope at a time. Superunknown tries to drive a few knees into Dark Lord’s back to take him back down, but Dark Lord seems to not feel them, as he suddenly powers his way out of the hold, throwing Superunknown off of him! He turns and runs at Superunknown, ducking under his clothesline attempt, then comes back off the side with a running shoulder block, knocking Superunknown down! Dark Lord then hits the ropes again, only for Jeremy to hit him from behind with a cheap shot. But Dark Lord just turns and headbutts Jeremy, knocking him off the apron!

As Superunknown tries to recover, Dark Lord grabs hold of him, dragging him over to his corner. He tags in Marshall, who gladly comes into the ring. The two men work together to launch Superunknown hard into a neutral corner, stunning him. Marshall then whips Dark Lord across into him for an avalanche, crushing Superunknown in the corner! The referee orders Dark Lord out, even as Superunknown staggers out of the corner, looking wobbly. Seeing this, Marshall walks up to him, smirking, before reaching out… and giving him the Fingerpoke of Doom!! Superunknown falls to his back, as Marshall drops onto him, making the cover… *


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But somehow Superunknown kicks out!!!

Napier: Oh thank you Superunkown. I knew you were no big daddy cool.

Diamond: That's a little inside baseball there Nick.

*Marshall shakes his head, knowing that the fingerpoke was unsuccessful… this time. He gets Superunknown up, dragging him back over to tag in Dark Lord again. The two wrestlers double-team Superunknown again, with Dark Lord getting a drop toe hold, followed by Marshall dropping the elbow. Marshall then goes back to the corner, waiting, as Dark Lord pulls Superunknown up and gets him into the corner again. He tags Marshall back in once more, with the two wrestlers whipping Superunknown to the ropes. As Superunknown returns, both Marshall & Dark Lord snap off the Big Pop, hitting a double superkick!! Superunknown falls, as both members of the nWo pose above him.

The two wrestlers pull Superunknown up again, but the referee steps in, saying that Dark Lord’s been in the ring too long. He orders Dark Lord out, directing him to the side, as Marshall pulls Superunknown back up. But his attention is caught by the booing of the crowd, as he turns to see Alexander Marshall, his brother and the current head of TPW, walking down to the ring with a smile on his face. Terry turns towards him, pointing a finger, wanting to know what he’s doing there… as Jeremy comes flying in from a springboard jump, catching Terry’s head and driving him into the canvas with a bulldog!! He punches away at Marshall, keeping him down, as Superunknown quickly rolls out of the ring to once again ‘steal’ a tag. *

Diamond: That tag was stolen from Terry Marshall, just like TPW was stolen from him.

Napier: It wasn't stolen, it was swindled fair and square.

*The fans are booing as Jeremy The Wicked now is twisting Marshall’s head back with his legs, while working his arm as well, keeping the larger man on the mat. Dark Lord wants to come back in, knowing that trickery is afoot, and only the nWo should be getting away with that, but the referee blocks him. Alexander Marshall is shown on the outside, looking pleased with this turn of events, as Jeremy tries to make Terry Marshall tap out. But Marshall is refusing, not even considering giving up, as he struggles to get up. Jeremy is forced to drop the majority of the hold as Marshall gets up, with Superunknown, back on the apron, reaching over to make the blind tag. Marshall gets in a couple of shots to Jeremy, driving him back, but Superunknown clips his leg from behind, sending Marshall back to the mat.

The two Duos Champions pull Marshall back up, grabbing him by the head. They smirk at each other before taking Marshall down with a double DDT, planting his neck into the mat at a painful angle. Marshall shudders on the mat, his feet shaking wildly, as Superunknown gets up. He says something over to Dark Lord, who threatens to come in again, only to get stopped. Superunknown laughs and then pulls Marshall up, once again tagging Jeremy The Wicked back in. This time, Superunknown lifts Marshall onto his shoulders, holding him there, as Jeremy goes up top. He leaps off, landing the Doomsday Device on Marshall, as Alexander cheers from outside. The crowd sounds furious at Rogues’ Gallery using S.E.X.’s own finisher against them. But Jeremy doesn’t care, as he makes the cover, hanging onto the legs… *


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THRE-And Dark Lord is there to break it up!

Napier: Mullet, keep Dark Lord out of here.

Diamond: Man Nick, why so serious?

*With Dark Lord being sent back to his corner, Terry Marshall rolls over, crawling painfully towards the ropes. He gets there, leaning on them, trying to recover… and Alexander Marshall slaps him across the face!! Terry suddenly straightens up, as if getting some fire from the shot, with Alexander immediately stepping back with trepidation in his eyes. But Jeremy then drops a knee on Terry’s back, driving his throat into the bottom rope, causing him to roll to the side, clutching at his windpipe, as a relieved Alexander steps to the side. Jeremy then grabs at Marshall’s leg, dragging him back over to their corner. He tags in Superunknown, who comes in and grabs hold. He lifts Terry up into a powerbomb position, with Jeremy giving the assist as they drive Marshall down! Superunknown then makes another cover, as Jeremy laughs towards Dark Lord.


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Terry Marshall throws Superunknown off of him, suddenly getting up on his knees! He shakes his head, beginning to Terry Up, as Superunknown, confused, punches down on him. But Marshall rises up, with Superunknown’s shots not affecting him. Annoyed, Superunknown turns and tags Jeremy back in, with the two of them double-punching Marshall. He shakes it off, pointing at both men with a “You!!” gesture! The crowd is cheering as Marshall blocks the next shot from Superunknown, punching him backwards, before swinging away at Jeremy, landing several shots! Superunknown tries to come back, but Marshall rushes forward, bodyblocking Superunknown right through the ropes! He then grabs Jeremy and whips him into the ropes, then catches him with a big boot on the return, taking him down. Marshall then staggers, as if his adrenaline boost is already running out. He turns, staggering over, and makes the hot tag to Dark Lord, bringing in the fresh man! *

Diamond: Dark Lord is in the ring and he looks like a man possessed.

Napier: Oh no, I hope he doesn't make a pencil disappear.

*As Jeremy gets up, holding his neck, Dark Lord makes it worse, rushing at him and hitting him with a clothesline. Dark Lord, fired up, sees Superunknown pulling himself back onto the apron and rushes at him, knocking Superunknown back down to the outside mats! He then turns and flexes his arms, before grabbing a recovering Jeremy The Wicked and lifting him into the air in a full gorilla press slam!! Jeremy can’t get free, as Dark Lord presses him multiple times before throwing him down to the mat, knocking him senseless. Dark Lord then turns and nods to Marshall, who is on one knee on the apron, recovering. Wanting revenge for his partner, Dark Lord pulls Jeremy up, then locks him into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of the man!

Jeremy struggles against the hold, trying to pull free of the agonizing crushing of his ribs. Dark Lord keeps up the pressure, wanting to break him in two. But Jeremy manages to get his arms free, reaching out and clapping them around Dark Lord’s head twice, finally getting him to let go. Jeremy staggers free, gasping for air, as Dark Lord tries to clear his suddenly spinning head. Jeremy, sensing opportunity, runs to the side and rebounds off the ropes, charging at Dark Lord and leaping into him… and Dark Lord catches him, spinning him around and landing the Space Race (running powerslam)!!! The crowd pops as Dark Lord stays on top for the cover, hanging on… *


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And Superunknown is in, kicking Dark Lord in the head!! The pin’s broken up, as the referee turns to order Superunknown back out of there. But Marshall is already coming in, swinging away, as the two men begin brawling!! The referee tries to break them up, but he just gets knocked away, unable to stop things from breaking down again. As Marshall & Superunknown continue to fight, Dark Lord gets up, seeing what’s going on. He steps towards them, only for Jeremy to suddenly nail him from behind with a low blow!! Dark Lord stumbles forward to his knees, hurting, as Jeremy pulls himself up. He pushes off the ropes and runs forward, spearing Dark Lord right on the mat!! He makes the cover, but the referee is busy with Marshall and Superunknown, keeping him from making the count. *

Napier: Nice job breaking the pin up, but I don't think you can hurt the already dead brain of Dark Lord.

Diamond: Bro, you really don't like these guys.

*Seeing that Marshall has the upper hand, Jeremy gets up and comes in, smashing Marshall in the back of the neck with a forearm shot. Marshall slumps forward, stunned, as Superunknown gives him a gut punch to add to his misery. The two men then look at each other and smirk, before bringing Marshall over to the corner. They lift him up, setting Marshall into position on the turnbuckle, then climb up next to him. Both men grab an arm, getting Marshall positioned for a double superplex off the top!! Before Rogues’ Gallery can lift Marshall, though, Dark Lord is there, stumbling over and hitting both men in the back to stun them. Dark Lord then turns himself around, grabbing both wrestlers around the legs and lifting, showing his power by bringing both off the top. They suplex Marshall up on instinct as they go down, giving us a Tower of Doom as Dark Lord powerbombs both of them!!!

The crowd is fired up after that maneuver, cheering on the action they’re seeing here. Alexander Marshall is pacing outside the ring, looking concerned at how things are going for his TPW Duos Tag Champs. In the ring, the ref looks flustered, watching to see what’s going to happen next. Dark Lord is the first one up, limping over to his partner and helping him up. He signals to him that it’s time to end it. Marshall nods and heads for the turnbuckle, going up, preparing for the S.E.X. O’Matic, or whatever it’s called when used by the nWo. Dark Lord gets Jeremy up on his shoulders, waiting for Marshall to come flying in. As Marshall jumps, though, Superunknown rushes in from the side, slamming a shoulder into Dark Lord to knock him and Jeremy sideways! Marshall sails past them, even as Dark Lord and Jeremy topple over… right into the referee!! He goes down, rolling to the side in pain, as the crowd groans.

Sensing the opportunity, Superunknown gets up and pulls a set of brass knuckles out, wrapping them around his fist. He waits for Dark Lord to get up, coming at him with a mighty swing… and Marshall intercepts the arm at the last second, saving his partner!! Superunknown struggles against Marshall, wanting to swing, but Marshall hangs on just long enough for Dark Lord to respond… nailing Superunknown with the Big Bang!!! Superunknown is down, rolling out of range, as Dark Lord gets to his feet, thanking Terry for the block. But he then pushes Terry aside, even as Jeremy comes flying in with a missile dropkick, sending Dark Lord flying!!! Jeremy pops up, but Marshall angrily comes at him, sending Jeremy flying with the Thunder Struck!!! *

Napier: Oh no, no, no no!!!

Diamond: Looks like WGWF is about to take this.

*As the crowd roars, loving the action, Marshall turns towards Dark Lord, knowing that he’s the legal man. He grabs at his partner, trying to get him up so that they can finish this contest. But Terry’s back is turned, so he doesn’t notice Alexander sliding into the ring with a steel chair!!! The crowd tries to warn him, but Terry doesn’t notice in time, as Alexander catches him as he turns around, slamming the chair into Terry’s gut!! As Terry bends over, Alexander rears the chair back, smashing it across Terry’s back!! Terry falls to the mat, as Alexander grins, tossing the chair away. He then turns, locking eyes with the man laying in the corner, staring right at him… the referee, his mouth wide open in shock!!!

Alexander tries to plead off, saying that nothing happened, as he goes over to the man. He wants the referee to just ignore it, but the ref pushes Alexander away, then hangs onto the ropes as he waves to the bell, signaling that this one is over!!! Alexander is frustrated, yelling at the ref, but he holds his ground, disqualifying Rogues’ Gallery!!!  *

Napier: WHAT!?! NO!?! MULLET, YOU JUST COST YOURSELF YOUR JOB!!!

Diamond: I'm sure WGWF would hire him.

Bruce Buffer: Here are your winners, by disqualification... NEFARIOUS WRESTLING OUTSIDERS!!!

*The crowd cheers, while both Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown come back into the ring, demanding to know what happened. Outside, a badly hurting Terry Marshall has rolled off the apron to the floor. Dark Lord has come around to his side, checking on his partner, even as the referee leaves the ring and comes out to raise both their hands!

Inside, Alexander tries to plead his case with Rogues’ Gallery, but the tag-team doesn’t want to hear it. They both shove Alexander away, blaming him for everything that happened tonight. Alexander grabs them by the arms and turns them around pleasing his case, but this only angers them further.  Superunkown and Jeremy look at each other and then each grab a arm of Alexander and whip him into the corner. Alexander hits the turnbuckles hard and staggers out as Superunkown and Jeremy The Wicked nail Alexander with Fastball (double spear).

The crowd erupts with cheers as Rogue's Gallery stand over Alexander Marshall and the scene fades to ads for upcoming events. *

*The ad for the upcoming events fade to Goth seated in the locker room of Team WGWF, where he and Devlin Knight, John Cable, Ragnarok and Clyde Newton face the five names of Thunder Pro Wrestling. His face is very tense, focused upon the war between the two brands before noticing the camera. *

Goth: I hope you aren’t disappointed to see that the other men of team WGWF aren’t here yet, but that’s alright. You see I am the kind of guy that likes to be first in the gym or arena and the kind of guy that turns off the light after everyone else has left. And I need this moment to look back at how I got this team to be on the same track.

*He smirks at the words, realizing that there was one individual that needed some more persuasion, someone that he still needs some confirmation on whether he truly is all in.*

Goth: This opportunity is one with mixed expectations, facing men that I have faced before and others that I only know from name. Something that excites me, something that makes me want to go into this match knowing that I have done everything I could to be victorious.

*He scratches the back of his head, letting out a sigh before lifting it up again as his hair falls all the way down to his back. *

Goth: Do I have expectations?? Oh yeah, I actually do. I expect to have four other partners to go as deep as I will. And I intend to be watching you across the ring from me Joe. I know you are gloating over your big win, but tonight it is you regretting that you stood against me.

*He smiles as he shakes his head *

Goth: I have said all that I needed to say, so get out.

*The shot fades back to Bruce Buffer standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *

*The crowd roars as the bell sounds with both teams staring across the ring from each other. Cable, Newton, Knight, and Ragnarok step out to the ring apron signifying Goth starting things off for the WGWF while on the other side of the ring more bickering; mainly J Mont being J Mont trying to dominate the scene only to be shunned by his team. Larry Tacts gets everyone on the same page as it’s Junko starting things off for Team TPW.*

Diamond: It looks like Goth and Junko are starting things off for each respective team.

Napier For once in my life, I’m rooting for Junko.

*Goth and Junko circle each other before locking up. Immediately Goth uses his size and weight advantage as he muscles the smaller Junko back into the ropes. The referee calls for the break and begins to lay the count to Goth who backs away at the four count. Junko comes off the ropes and circles with Goth before they lock horns with a collar-elbow. Goth locks a side headlock and begins cranking on Junko’s head. Junko doesn’t hesitate as she takes Goth back into the ropes and flings him across the ring, Goth bounces off the ropes gaining a full head of steam where he runs over Junko with a running shoulder block.

The crowd is mixed with its reception as Goth turns and flips off the TPW corner.*

Diamond: Well, that wasn’t nice.

Napier Being polite never wins you matches.

*Goth taking his eyes off Junko gives her the moment to come off the ropes and begin striking with a series of kicks to the right leg and quad! Goth swings with a right, Junko ducks and takes a back waistlock! Standing side switch by Goth, Junko reaches down taking Goth down with an ankle pick. Junko transitions into an ankle lock submission! Goth pushes up off the mat and rolls through sending Junko into a neutral corner but Junko puts on the brakes. Goth gets to his feet and charges toward Junko and eats a reverse elbow! Junko hops up to the middle ropes leaps backward and spins in midair looking for a crossbody block but is caught in midair by Goth! Goth takes her over his shoulder and looks for a running powerslam!

Junko slips down the back of Goth and rolls up Goth with a School Boy.

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Goth escapes with a kick out!*

Diamond: First near fall heads to TPW!

Napier Near falls matter with horseshoes and hand grenades, Derek. They don’t make a lick of difference here. Junko just needs to end this quickly!

*Goth and Junko both get to their feet with Goth cutting off Junko with a knee across the midsection. Goth hurls Junko back into Team WGWF’s corner and comes in after her where he makes the tag to Devlin Knight. Knight enters and brings Junko out of the corner with a snap mare and follows up with a running penalty kick to the spine of Junko! Knight drops down forcing the cover.

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Junko escapes with a kickout. Devlin gets to his feet where he picks Junko up off the mat and takes her back into the ropes. Knight lands a stiff European Uppercut before shooting Junkp across the ring with an Irish Whip, Junko bounces off the ropes where Lux makes a blind tag. Junko bounces off with a baseball slide between the legs of Knight, Knight spins around the unknown of the blind tag. Lux enters and comes up behind Knight taking a back waist lock where he snaps off a German Suplex with a Bridge!

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Knight kicks out!*

Diamond: This entire event is so personal to so many on this card. You have to think nobody in this ring wants to be the person who is defeated.

Napier Even the referee is scared to take the pin. Luckily for them, that’s not a problem.

*Junko steps out to the apron while Lux is getting back to his feet. Lux picks Knight up off mat and scoops him up before slamming him down to the mat. Lux stomps away at Knight, picks him up off the mat, and shoots him into a neutral corner. Lux charges across the ring landing a running European Uppercut into Knight! Knight staggers out from the corner and into a T-Bone Suplex!

Lux makes the quick cover.

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Another kick-out by Knight! Lux immediately locks in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position asking Devlin to surrender. Knight refuses and starts working his way to one knee before stepping up to his feet where he turns inward and latches onto to Lux where he hoists Lux up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a side suplex. The crowd is split as this match unfolds. Knight starts getting back to his feet where he picks Lux up and locks in him a Fisherman’s Suplex. Knight hoists Lux up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Hangman’s DDT!

Devlin transitions into a cover.

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Lux escapes with a kick out!*

Diamond: Just a two count by Knight.

*Devlin gets to his feet where he picks Lux up and twists the arm. Knight makes his way back into team WGWF’s corner and it’s Ragnarok who makes the tag. Ragnarok enters the ring and delivers a hard right hand to the exposed ribs of Lux. Ragnarok drives Lux back into a neutral corner. Ragnarok starts laying in side elbow strikes before shooting Lux across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. Ragnarok charges in after Lux looking for a running splash but it’s Lux who side steps and Ragnarok runs sternum first into the buckles. Ragnarok staggers backward and begins turning around where Lux superkicks the right knee out from under the big man dropping Ragnarok to one knee Lux quickly follows up with a stiff Shining Wizard!

Lux presses the cover.

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Ragnarok kicks out with authority. Lux is the first to his feet where he picks up Ragnarok and drives him back into TPW’s corner. J Mont makes the blind tag to Lux’s back to massive boos from the crowd.*

Diamond: One thing we can all agree is a distaste for J Mont.

Napier Hah, uh, no, no we can’t.

*J Mont unloads with right hands to the forehead of Ragnarok while Lux has him pinned against the buckles. The referee lays the count to Lux who escapes out to the apron. Mont pulls Ragnarok out from corner and lands a picture-perfect standing dropkick that sends Ragnarok to the mat. J Mont makes a cover without a hook of the leg.

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Ragnarok escapes with a kick out. J Mont gets to both knees and complains about a slow count as he gets back to a vertical base. Mont picks Ragnarok up and sends him into the ropes, Ragnarok bounces off the ropes ducking under a J Mont lariat, J Mont spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection by Ragnarok that doubles J Mont over for Ragnarok who looks for a Pump Handle Slam! Ragnarok hoists J Mont up in the air but the momentum allows J Mont to float over the back of Ragnarok and land on his feet.

Ragnarok spins around where J Mont looks for the JKO!

Ragnarok counters by shoving J Mont forward and into the ropes where Mont bounces off and eats a massive boot to the face to a huge ovation from the crowd. Ragnarok bounces off the ropes dropping and lands a leg drop! Ragnarok makes the cover.

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Mont escapes with a kick out!*

Diamond: J Mont would have never lived that down!

Napier He’s too strong to be pinned from a leg drop. Who would lose to a move like that??

*Ragnarok works his way back to his feet where he tags in John Cable! Cable steps over the top rope and into the ring, and the moment J Mont gets to his knees and sees Cable in the ring it’s John who makes the move toward Mont and it’s Mont who immediately gets to his feet and heads to TPW’s corner tagging in Larry Tact! Cable puts on the brakes as Mont rolls out to the floor and Larry looks down at him shaking his head at Mont’s actions.*

Diamond: Larry can’t believe Mont cowered away like that! I can.

Napier Don’t worry about that, Tact, take care of business!

*Tact enters the ring and looks across at the larger Cable. The crowd is on fire as this first-time encounter is set to unfold within the confines of this 5 versus 5 showdown. Tact and Cable circle each other and then lock horns in the middle of the ring. Each man jockeys for position before Cable gains the upper hand and backs Tact into a neutral corner. The referee lays the count to Cable who gives a clean break at the three count. Tact acknowledges the strength of Cable with a nod of the head as he comes out from the corner. Cable and Tact look to lock up a second time but the cagey veteran that is Tact learns from the first and drops down taking a back waist lock and hoists Cable up in the air where he drives him down into the mat. Tact floats over into a front face lock which Cable quickly transitions out into a back wrist lock. Larry gets to a seated position before working his way to his feet where he counters out with a drop-toe hold. Tact looks to transition into an ankle lock, Cable rolls over to his back and kicks Tact off allowing John to get back to his feet where Tact charges with a running lariat, Cable ducks and it’s Tact who bounces off the ropes and into a Tilt-A-Whirl by Cable only to have Larry slip down the back! Cable spins around and Larry lands a boot to the midsection where he snatches a front face lock for a DDT! John quickly wraps both arms around the waist of Tact and snaps off a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge.

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Tact kicks out!*

Diamond: Nice series by Cable and Tact!

Napier I’ve seen better.

*John is the first to his feet as he bounces off the ropes and looks to level Tact but it’s Tact who pops up and catches Cable with a vicious Spinebuser Slam! Tact floats over into the cover with a hook of the leg.

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Cable kicks out! The sold-out Dallas crowd cheers and applauds loudly as we see Larry get to his feet. Tact drives the point of his right elbow down across the forehead of Cable. Tact steps back up to his feet where he picks Cable up and locks in a front face lock before snapping off a suplex. Tact floats back over into another cover.

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Another kick out by Cable.*

Diamond: All the pressure in the world rests on the shoulders of these men and women who are laying it all on the line for the sake of their federation and the bragging rights.

Napier C’mon, Team TPW! Your jobs are on the line!

Diamond:No they’re not!

Napier Shush! They need motivation!

*Tact gets to his feet where he reaches down to pick John up and it’s Cable who counters with a jawbreaker! Cable steps back up to his feet snatching Tact by the throat where he hoists Larry high in the air before driving him down into the mat with a Chokeslam! Cable drops down making the cover.

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Larry kicks out! Cable gets back to his feet and tags in Clyde Newton. Newton scales up to the top rope and measures Larry who begins to work his way back to his feet and when Tact stands Newton leaps off the top rope with a flying cross-body block crashing down on top of Tact! Newton has the cover.

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Tacts escape with another kick out. Newton pops back up to his feet where he immediately begins putting the boots to Tact! Newton reaches down picking Larry up off the mat and rocks him with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the Stadium. Newton drives Tact back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Tact bounces off the near side while we see Newton set himself for a back body drop! Tact puts on the breaks and plants Newton with a Double Arm DDT! Larry rolls over and into a cover.

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Newton pops a shoulder off the mat to a gasp from the crowd.*

Diamond: You can’t say that neither team isn’t trying to put the other one away at every turn. Both TPW and the WGWF talents know how important a win is right here, right now.

*Larry Tact begins getting back to his feet and he picks up Newton before hurling him into the TPW corner. Tact comes into the corner with a tag to Ava Aurther! Larry brings Newton out from the corner while we see Ava scaling the turnbuckles. Larry lands a backbreaker and holds Newton in position for Ava to come off the top rope with an elbow drop to Newton driving his lower back into the knee of Tact! The referee lays the count to Larry who escapes out to the apron at the four count. We catch a glimpse of Ava and Mont spouting off at each other in the corner. Ava presses the cover in the ring.

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Newton kicks out to another gasp from the crowd. Ava gets to her feet picking Clyde up and rocks him with several forearm smashes before bouncing off the ropes where Newton attempts a tilt-a-whirl that Ava counters into a flying head scissors takeover! Newton rolls out to the floor but that isn’t going to save him as Ava lands a suicide dive through the ropes and connects with Newton which sends him crashing into the security barrier! Ava doesn’t hesitate as she snatches Newton and hurls him back into the ring. Ava climbs up on the apron and makes her way to a neutral corner. Arthur climbs the buckles and heads to the top rope where she sets sail with a Frog Splash only to have Clyde bring up his knees just in the nick of time and Ava crashes into them. Newton takes several seconds before he gets back to his feet. Newton sizes Ava up and she gets to her feet Clyde lands a Superkick!*

Diamond: That Superkick was right on the money!

Napier Damn it, Ava, why didn’t you duck??

*Newton follows up with a cover and a hook of the leg.

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Ava kicks out to a mixed reception from the crowd. Newton cuts his eyes toward the referee complaining about a slow count before stepping back up to his feet. Newton picks Ava up and takes her back into Team WGWF’s corner where Goth tags in. Newton pins Ava against the buckles allowing Goth to unload with a flurry of right hands. The referee lays the count to Newton who breaks away at the four count and is out to the apron. Goth steps away distracting the referee which allows Ragnarok to wrap the tag rope around the throat of Arthur and choke her.

John Cable and Devlin Knight take exception and smack the hands of Ragnarok.*

Diamond: Cable and Knight are refusing to take the cheap shots.

*Goth comes into the corner and brings Ava out with a snap mare takeover. Goth locks in a Dragon Sleeper with Ava in the center of the ring. The referee slides into position asking Ava to surrender, she refuses initially but Goth synches it in tighter. Lux enters the ring for TPW and kicks Goth in the face breaking the hold! The referee admonishes Lux as he’s sent back out to the ring apron. Goth begins getting back to his feet where he reaches down to pick Ava up but it’s Ava who counters with a Small Package.

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Goth escapes the attempt with a kick out and beats Ava to her feet where he looks for a running boot to the face! Ava ducks and Goth crotches himself over the top rope! Ava makes a move toward her corner where Junko is ready to receive the tag until she pulls off the apron by J Mont! J Mont drives Junko violently into the steel steps! Larry Tact and Lux jump down to the floor as J Mont continuously bashes Junko’s head into the steps!*

Diamond: J MONT HAS JUST ATTACKED HIS PARTNER!

Napier WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

*J Mont is thrown to the side by Tact and Lux while in the ring Ava watches on until she’s attacked from behind by Goth! Goth spins Arthur around scooping her up over his shoulder and planting her into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver to a split reaction from the crowd. Trainers and EMT’s hit the ringside area checking on Junko as Mont throws his hands toward the ring and walks up the ramp.*

Diamond: NOW HE’S WALKING OUT ON TEAM TPW!

Napier I’m going to hyperventilate, I swear to God…

*The crowd is split once again with the reaction as J Mont reaches the top of the ramp and flips off the ring before turning and disappearing behind the curtain. In the ring Goth makes the cover on Ava as Larry sees it while Lux checks on Junko who is down and out!

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Larry Tact dives on top of Goth at the last second making the save! The referee admonishes him as he holds his hands up and exits the ring. The trainers and EMT’s help Junko up and start carrying her up the ramp.*

Diamond: J Mont has left and now Junko is being taken to the back by medical personnel. Team TPW has just found themselves at a five-on-three disadvantage all thanks to that rat bastard J Mont!

Napier It’s okay… everything’s going to be okay…huff… huff…

Diamond:Here, Nick, use this paper bag, it will help.

*Goth picks Ava up and hurls her back into the corner of the WGWF where Ragnarok tags back in. Ragnarok takes advantage of the smaller Arthur as he drives a series of reverse elbows to the jaw. Ragnarok hoists Ava up to a seated position on the top rope before turning and taunting the crowd to more boos than cheers. The momentary distraction of Ragnarok turns costly as he turns back around and walks into a shotgun missile dropkick by Arthur! Ava does a forward roll toward her corner where Larry Tact takes the tag!

Ragnarok begins getting to his feet where he’s met with a flurry of rights from the former International Champion! Tact lands a Belly to Belly Suplex and looks for the pin!

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Escape by Ragnarok with a kick-out! Tact gets back to his feet and turns blasting Newton off the apron! Tact sets his attention back on Ragnarok who is pushing himself up off the mat. Tact explodes toward Ragnarok with a Spear attempt but Ragnarok leapfrogs over Tact sending Larry crashing face-first into the middle turnbuckle! Ragnarok pulls Larry out toward the middle of the ring where he lands a Blue Thunder Bomb!

Ragnarok makes the cover.

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Tact with a kick out to more cheers than boos!*

Diamond: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!

Napier: *Paper bag opening & closing rapidly*

*Ragnarok gets back to his feet where he picks Larry up and snatches him by the throat but before he can hoists Tact up in the air it’s Larry who stomps at the right knee cap repeatedly which breaks the hold! Tact locks a front face lock where he hoists Ragnarok up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Brain Buster! Larry lays on the mat for several seconds before he rolls over and into a cover.

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Ragnarok rolls a shoulder off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd.

Larry Tact and Ragnarok each start making their way back to a vertical base. Larry lands a hard right hand staggering Ragnarok, Ragnarok comes back with a hard right hand of his own rocking Tact! Larry fires back, and Ragnarok fires back! Larry fires back, Ragnarok fires back! Larry lands a right hand before Ragnarok rakes him across the eyes! With Tact blinded, Ragnarok quickly picks him up and takes a few steps, hitting a powerslam! He makes the cover, hanging on.

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THR… Kickout!*

Diamond: We’re seeing a lot of heart from both of these men, as Team TPW continues to fight against their handicapped state!

Napier: Okay, look, we know Dubois, Myst, & the nWo are in the back, right? Can’t we get them to sub in?

Diamond: That’s not how this works, Nick.

Napier: WHY NOT??

*Ragnarok gets Tact up and drags him over to their corner, quickly tagging in Devlin Knight. He steps in as Ragnarok lifts Tact onto his shoulders, and then throws him up like an F5. Knight immediately catches Tact on the way down and swings him to the mat with the Knight-Knight (GTS)!! The crowd cheers the move, even as Knight drops onto Tact, grabbing his leg and applying a standing ankle lock. Tact struggles against the pain, refusing any thought of tapping out, as Knight works the calf over. Tact ignores the referee, pushing himself forward, hopping, trying to get over to his corner, where at least Lux is waiting. But Knight doesn’t let him get there, pulling Tact backwards once again.*

Napier: Knight’s just playing with him!

Diamond: It’s a good way to wear down your opponent’s spirit, letting them get oh so close before being denied.

*Tact tries to spin free of the ankle lock, kicking at Knight with his other leg, but Knight ducks under it, and then catches Tact’s leg, giving him a slingshot backwards to the other side of the ring. Tact crashes into the ropes, hanging there, right near all of the other WGWF wrestlers. Newton just mocks Tact, even as Knight walks over. He looks with distaste at Newton, before reaching out at tagging Cable instead. Cable steps through, as Newton argues with Knight, the two threatening each other before the others get them separated. In the meantime, Cable lifts up the hurting Tact, getting him on his shoulders and stretching him, throwing in a few twists for additional pain, before finishing the Argentine backbreaker rack by dropping down and adding to Tact’s agony. Cable then turns, making the cover.

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THRE…and somehow Tact is able to kick out again!*

Diamond: The WGWF team is at least finding a way to work together well, Nick… unlike TPW.

Napier: You don’t have to rub it in!

*Cable looks like he’s seen enough, as he grabs hold of the weary Tact and locks him into place for the Waking Nightmare (Pedigree). But before Cable can finish it off, Tact suddenly has a last burst of strength, throwing Cable over with a backdrop! The crowd roars, even as Tact begins crawling towards his corner, where Lux is anxiously waiting for the tag. Tact reaches out… and then gets yanked back, because Newton is there illegally, preventing the tag!! He drags Tact back, as the referee tells him to leave, but Newton doesn’t care. He pulls Tact up, no, jawbreaker from Tact sends Newton flying! Cable comes back, but Tact dives past him, doing a roll before flying into the hot tag! Lux leaps over the ropes and springs onto Cable, catching him with a hurricanrana! He then lands a leaping dropkick to Newton, sending him out of the ring.

On fire, Lux leaps towards Knight, catching him with an enziguri to knock him off the apron, then spins and lands a slashing kick that knocks Ragnarok off as well! He then swings at Goth, only for Goth to smartly drop down, avoiding the strike. He checks on Knight and Ragnarok, making sure both are okay, as Lux takes a few steps back, and then races forward again… flying out onto all three men with an over the top rope flipping pescado!!! The crowd is going wild as Lux slides back into the ring, going back after Cable.*

Napier: I’m sorry I’ve called you names in the past, Xavier! You can do it!! You can be TPW’s hero!!

Diamond: He’s definitely making a fight of this one!

*Lux dodges a strike from Cable and gets a quick faceplant, putting Cable on the mat. He then turns, going up the turnbuckle and preparing for his frogsplash elbow drop! But as Lux starts to leap, Newton reappears, grabbing at Lux’s ankle and throwing him off, sending him careening hard to the mat! Lux rolls in pain, as a vindictive Newton comes into the ring and grabs Cable’s arm, remorselessly dragging him to the corner. Newton then steps through the ropes and tags himself in, wanting to take care of this once and for all. He quickly locks onto Lux, not letting him get away, and lifts him up, delivering the Flow Bomb! Newton then gets on top for the cover, grabbing some tights for good measure.

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THRE… and Lux still kicks out! Newton straightens up, annoyed at Lux for not staying down. He tells him he should just eat the fall and end this. He then turns Lux over, applying a crossface submission, telling Lux just to quit and make it easy on everyone. Lux is refusing, though, not willing to tap out, as he looks towards his corner for help. But Tact and Ava are still down, trying to recover.*

Napier: Don’t do it, Xavier!

Diamond: He’s all alone at the moment. He might really need a miracle to survive this.

*Suddenly, there’s a disturbance down the aisle, as the crowd is suddenly cheering. You can see several of the wrestlers turning and looking that way, realizing that something is up. The cameras redirect, showing us the aisleway… where a bandaged Junko walking down the ramp and towards the ring, refusing the pleas of the medical personnel coming with her. She pushes them aside, and then hops up on the apron, to the roar of the crowd.*

Napier: You asked for a miracle, and I give you JUNKO!!

Diamond: Is she even cleared to return?

Napier: Nothing’s going to stop her! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank god you’re back, Junko!

Diamond: It doesn’t mean anything if she doesn’t get tagged in.

*Newton, even while being distracted by the return, hasn’t released his submission hold. He still stretches Lux’s arm, wanting him to submit. But Lux has seen Junko, and is now desperate to get back to his feet. He fights upwards, landing a few punches from his free arm in order to try and get free. He manages it, before snapping off a kick at Newton… who ducks under it, and then takes Lux backwards with a bridge pin, hanging onto him tightly while keeping his own shoulder up.

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THRE… and Lux barely kicks out in time! Newton pops up, looking over at his corner, where Cable and Goth are both extending their arms for the tag. Newton scoffs at them, then pulls Lux back up. He locks Lux into a suplex, lifting him into the air, but Lux reverses on the way down, landing behind Newton. He pushes Newton forward, into the ropes, and then twists him backwards into a roll-up!


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THREENO! Newton is able to escape! He jumps up, angrily stomping away on Lux, furious at what almost happened.*

Napier: So close!

Diamond: Lux nearly got the victory, but this one continues, as Junko is still pacing that apron with a lot of fury built up.

*Newton is still ignoring his teammates as he pulls up Lux, locking him up for the Lyrical Clash. Lux can’t fight out of it, with Newton snapping him down hard to the canvas, then rotating them both around so that Lux’s shoulders are on the mat. The referee slides into position.


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THREENO!! Lux keeps kicking out! Newton can’t believe it, wanting this one to be over. He gets to his feet, seeing the seething Junko looking over at him, knowing his connections with J-Mont. Newton smirks at her, mocking her with a few gestures, before telling her that she might as well go back to the hospital, since this one’s over. Junko just keeps staring daggers through him, as Newton turns his back on her, grabbing onto Lux and hauling him up. He tells Lux that this one’s done, grabbing him by the head for the Fetal Ending! But Lux pushes him off, shoving him away, saving himself. Newton spins, coming back at Lux, who ducks under the heavy swing. He runs towards the ropes, rebounding on one side, with Newton quickly leapfrogging over his charge. Lux hits the other side, starting to come back… and Junko reaches out, slapping him on the back with a blind tag as Newton is turned around!*

Diamond: A blind tag!!

Napier: Oh, please, please…

*Lux jumps into Newton, trying for a crossbody, but Newton is able to catch him and turn it into a spinning powerslam, driving Lux into the mat! He then gets up, still mocking Lux as he pulls him upright, telling him that he already told him this one is over. He sets Lux up for the Fetal Ending… and Junko grabs his arm from behind, spinning him around… and hits the Bloody Rainmaker!!!! Junko makes the cover, even as a recovered Tact runs past to join Lux in providing interference to the other members of Team WGWF. The ref is right there, counting furiously…


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THREE!!!*

Bruce Buffer: Here are your winners… TEAM TPW!!

Napier: YES!!! YES YES YES!!!!

Diamond: She did it!! Junko returns and gets the victory for Team TPW!! What a shocker!!

Napier: WOOOO!!! It won’t last, but right now, I LOVE YOU, JUNKO!!!

*The other members of Team TPW, sans the departed J-Mont, surround Junko, celebrating with her. Meanwhile, Newton has sat up, holding his head, and looking over at where the other members of Team WGWF are angrily leaving.*