Post by Greg T.O.M on Mar 1, 2024 22:28:19 GMT -5
*The FNF logo fades to a scene from Uncivil War. We open on the back of Terry Marshall. 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 lying 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 ref Mullet to just ignore it, but Mullet 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!!!
The shot transitions to Alexander trying 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 grabs an arm of Alexander and whips 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 stands over Alexander Marshall and the scene fades to the opening video for FNF. *
Alexander tries to plead off, saying that nothing happened, as he goes over to the man. He wants the ref Mullet to just ignore it, but Mullet 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!!!
The shot transitions to Alexander trying 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 grabs an arm of Alexander and whips 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 stands over Alexander Marshall and the scene fades to the opening video for FNF. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out Pechanga Arena, San Diego, California. The crowd of over 16,000.
The 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. *
WHOOP THAT CLOCK
JACK AND WHAT???
RICKY MCGEE AND ME
LARRY TIME TO GET SAVAGE
THANK YOU ROGUE'S GALLERY
LIGHTS OUT FOR JMONT
I'M A FLOWERS OF CARNAGE FANBOY
VAUGHN, THREE TIME, THREE TIME, THREE TIME, CHAMP
*The shot cuts from the signs to the ringside commentary desk where we are joined by Mark Markson and Nick Napier. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE! Welcome to Friday Night Fury.
Napier: What a wild past two weeks it has been, so for the first time ever, I'm glad to be back on Friday Night Fury wit you Mark.
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE! Welcome to Friday Night Fury.
Napier: What a wild past two weeks it has been, so for the first time ever, I'm glad to be back on Friday Night Fury wit you Mark.
Markson: Yes, it has been quite a past few week. Uncivil War, the fall out from it, and then hosting the third and final night of the Denzel Porter Invitational, it's nice to get back to normal.
Napier: Speaking of the DPI, if you Thunderamorons aren't aware, we have a NEW INTENTIONAL CHAMPION!
Markson: Yes, Peter Vaughn was able to capture the International Championship for a third time at the DPI. BUT, he wasn't able to do it without some help from Alexander Marshall.
Napier: A wins a win baby.
Markson: I suppose so, but in the end cheaters never prosper.
Napier: Tell that to the professional politicians.
Markson: Okay... Pivoting away from that topic. We have a huge show for you tonight. Ten big matches including a beat the clock challenge, TPW debuts, and the S.E.X Cup Semi-Finals.
Napier: Plus, Alexander Marshall has a special announcement for us all tonight.
Markson: I'm sure it will be a very humble and productive message.
Napier: Speaking of humble, I think it's time to start the show as we always do.... IT'S JMONT TIME!!!
Napier: I am getting word from my sources that something is going on in the back.
Markson: You and your Sources.
Napier: Unlike you, my sources are always on point!
Markson: Whenever you say Sources, that only means one thing.
Napier: They never let me down!
Markson: I am starting to get the urge to go to the bathroom to drop a Poop because that is what is about to happen based on your sources.
*While Napier looks pumped, Markson on the other hand wants nothing to do with this. The Thundertron is lit up showing the back of the arena, which is currently empty at the moment other than all the cameramen and paparazzi waiting. A few minutes go by and then all of a sudden, you would think you are at the Gion Matsuri, which is Japan’s largest and best known festival. And for you NERDS out there, this is one of Japan’s most important annual events. Locals and visitors gather to promenade in colorful yukata robes. You also have a procession of floats, the most known one is The Yamahoko Junko Float. And what do you know? That float has arrived in the back of the arena.*
*As the float pulls up the back, the cameras are getting all the shots they can get. The paparazzi are reporting this and taking notes. This is a first here in TPW. We have seen the sports cars, the limos, the airplanes, the bikes and even blimps, but a Japanese float is a first. As the Float gets closer, you can see all the Japanese people on it.. The golden eagle in the front and the Japanese colors. Truly a work of art. When the float finally comes to a halt, you cannot help but take in all the amazing features and art work on this float. The fans in the arena are not too sure what to think of this right now. Then, appearing out of nowhere in a Japanese robe, standing in the front of the float with the golden eagle is…………….*
*J MONT HAS ARRIVED. TPW’S SAVIOR is here.*
Napier: Now, that is what I call an arrival!
Markson: This man has no respect or morals. I cannot believe his daughter has to grow up around this.
Napier: Did you not see what J Mont did to Page recently in Hell in the Cell? He talked about his daughter and got his ass handed to him. You want to be Next?
Markson: You really need to get off his nuts and realize that he is ruining the TPW with his acts.
*J Mont, wearing his traditional Japanese robe, stands tall on the float. One has to wonder how much money he has paid these Japanese people to join him because most, if not all of the Japanese culture really hates this man because of what he has done and said to Junko and Japan. J Mont raises his arms up high in the air for everyone to see, then he walks through the Japanese people on the float.*
5 MINUTES GO BY!
*Then, J Mont appears out of the back of the float. After taking about 10 steps, J Mont turns around and looks at the float. With that sinister smirk, he knows it's a job well done.*
J MONT: NOW, that is what I call an impactful arrival. I am a very sophisticated person and know all about cultures.
*J Mont, still with his robe on, makes his way towards the back door to enter the arena. The cameras are on him like he is walking into a courtroom in a high profile case. The paparazzi are making sure they get all the dirt they can for their magazines and podcasts. As J Mont swings the back door open, he now has entered the Pechanga Arena in San Diego.*
J MONT: I know everyone in San Diego is excited about Opening Day that is coming soon, but your Padres are the most overrated team in baseball. All that hype and just choke. Sounds like Junko Souma. Maybe ownership needs to sign Junko to pair with Yu Darvish in the rotation so they can have even more hype just to fall flat on their faces. I even think they just signed Yuki Matsui from Japan as well. Ha Seong Kim is there too. WOO SUK GO is also in their bullpen. No wonder why the Padres can't make the playoffs and have a winning tradition. Too many Japanese players on their team. Everyone knows that Japan sucks!
*J Mont is walking the back hallways of the arena as he is still on the Titantron as the fans look on. His arrival to the ring is imminent. Having been booked to open the show for what seems like a year now is something that the fans hate, but also love because you never know what to expect. J Mont is walking these hallways like he has been here before. Making lefts and rights as if he is trying to dodge the cameras. Then, J Mont sees the big back curtain that leads to the entranceway. You can hear the fans as TPW officials stand by. But the one thing that stands out is a shopping cart from Mitsuwa Marketplace in San Diego. It is full of Japanese items.*
J MONT: Perfect! Thank you for getting this shopping cart for me. Let’s give a shout out to Mitsuwa Marketplace for all this great food and items. If you need something Japanese, check this place out!
*J Mont puts both his hands on the handle of the shopping cart and pushes it towards the curtain as he is ready to get on the entranceway and see how the fans react to this. The music for J Mont hits the PA System.*
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*The Karate Kid 1984 (HD) Bill Conti (Japanese Pan Flute) Relaxing Meditation Music hits and the fans look on as J Mont walks out from the back in his white Japanese robe and his shopping cart. Looking calm, cool and collected, J Mont raises one arm up in the air as the other is holding the shopping cart. The relaxing music is soothing, but it's not stopping the fans from giving J Mont what he deserves.*
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
*J Mont laughs as the camera’s get a good close up of him not giving a Poop and smirking. Nothing fazes J Mont. The fans will never learn that the more hate you give him, the more it fuels him to do even more. San Diego is a big place for Japanese Culture so what J Mont is doing right now is very disrespectful to the culture and fan base. J Mont then begins to slowly push the shopping cart down the ramp. The fans are letting him have it. No one is reaching out to shake hands with J Mont. The Verbal Assaults towards J Mont make him laugh. Then suddenly, J Mont stops in the middle of the ramp. He looks both ways as he reaches into his cart.*
J MONT: All you fans, especially the Japanese ones that root for Junko are going to deserve what is about to happen to them.
*J Mont pulls from his shopping cart a box that is full of sushi. The cameras are getting all of this because we are sure that lawsuits are about to happen at any moment.*
Napier: Hey J Mont, let me get a Junko Roll!
Markson: I cannot believe you are joining him like this. This is over the line and needs to be dealt with right now before things get out of hand.
Napier: The only thing in a hand right now is sushi, which J Mont has.
Markson: This is not going to end well for anyone, especially the TPW!
*J Mont looks around, and with sushi in hand and more in the box, he begins to throw the sushi at all the innocent fans that have seats near the rampway. The fat guy wearing a Matt Knox shirt gets nailed in the face with a Dragon Maki Roll. The slut wearing an Amber Bane Ryan tank top took a FireCracker Maki to the forehead. The old Japanese Lady wearing all the Junko gear took a White Spider Maki to the Eye followed by a Titanic Fire Maki all over her face. These people are thoroughly upset. A little kid told J Mont to go to hell which in turn got the little kid a Spicy Girl Maki to the face. He starts to cry. J Mont is on a tear right now. One of the TPW Security guards starts to approach J Mont only to have a ½ pound of Sashimi slammed into his face like a pie, followed by a JKO onto the ramp. The fans are letting J Mont have it. The Father of the little kid finally has the balls and yells at J Mont to get his attention. J Mont looks into the box and grabs some Tako, which is octopus and swings it knocking the dad out.*
Napier: That is some expensive food right there. There is a price to pay when you mess with J Mont!
Markson: I have no words for what I just witnessed here. I would like to apologize to all the fans that took Sushi and other raw seafood to the face. We do not approve of this here in TPW.
Napier: You sound like an Infomercial. Just shut up and enjoy the entertainment that J Mont brings to the table!
Markson: I wish someone would slam J Mont through a table.
*J Mont finally gets back on track as he pushes his shopping cart towards the ring. He parks the cart next to the metal steps, as he grabs another box out of there and slides it underneath the bottom rope. Now making his way up the metal steps, and through the middle rope, J Mont is now in the ring. And what do you know? The fans are louder than ever with their BOOS. J Mont climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms up high to showcase his Japanese White robe. As he hops down, he reaches through the ropes where he is handed a mic.*
J MONT: Sensei Mont is here to teach you all a few things. For starters, you are all welcome for TPW defeating WGWF in the big 5 on 5 at Uncivil War. If it wasn’t for me lighting a fire under Team TPW’S ass, we would have lost. But I did what I had to do and that was beat the living Poop out of Junko and take her out of the match for a little while. It gave the WGWF false hope that they had the easy win, while the BEST man in the match walked away. But did I walk away or did I help get the win for TPW? We all know that Junko came back with a fire up her ass to get the pin and secure the victory for TPW. But how did all of that happen? SIMPLE! J Mont set it all up. Everyone thought I turned on TPW to help WGWF when in reality I wanted to win so bad, that I made Junko a sacrificial little lamb before Team TPW came on strong and hung on to get the win. YOU ARE ALL WELCOME AGAIN!!!!!!!!
Napier: J Mont is the true MVP here!
Markson: LVP if you ask me. He pretty much had this in his head from Day 1, when he was signed on to help Team TPW.
*J Mont reaches into the box he had slid into the ring and pulls out a set of Chopsticks.*
J MONT: Sensei Mont wants to teach you all about Chopsticks. They have a round end and a square end. The round end symbolizes the sky and the square end symbolizes the earth. These 2 little sticks were first used over 5000 years ago. I am sure someone in the Souma family is going to claim they were the creator of these when we all know that the Souma family is full of Poop in anything they say or do. The Japanese think they have the corner marketed with these but if i remember correctly, Mr. Miyagi couldn't catch the Fly but Daniel did. 1 Point for the United States. But I am going to make it 2 Points for the United States when I take this chopstick and drive it into the kneecap of Junko with a hammer. Sounds like this could be the sequel of Sushi Girl from 2012. Or maybe I will break the chopsticks up and insert them into the nostrils of Junko and make another sequel called Brother 2.
*J Mont breaks the chopsticks in half and throws the pieces into the stands. A lucky fan can say they got broken chopsticks from Sensei Mont, which could be worth a lot of money once he retires from the industry. Now reaching into the box again, J Mont pulls out something else.*
J MONT: This right here is a Komainu Mask. It means Lion-Dogs which are believed to protect the site from evil spirits while also promoting good fortune. But one thing I can say about this mask is that I think it's a piece of Poop and worthless. Junko is going to see the evil sadistic side of J Mont in that Barbed Wire Electric Match and her good fortune will be that the TPW is covering her medical expenses, that's if she makes it out alive.
*J Mont puts the mask down on the mat and jumps in the air and all 275 pounds comes down on the mask, flattening it like the ass of Ava Arthur. J Mont is laughing, while the Japanese people in the audience begin to tear up. J Mont is destroying their culture all in one night.*
J MONT: Another one bites the dust. First I stole Hector Malvado’s Mask and became JVADO, now I just shattered a Japanese Mask that meant a lot to the culture. That’s a reminder of what is going to happen to Junko. This Trilogy match that she wanted so bad is going to be the death of her. She wanted it so bad that I think she forgot who she was stepping up too. I am the same man that took the American Title away from her and pretty much ended her career until she made that brainless decision to come back and cost me the American Title. This time around, I have no pressure of worrying about a title on the line. All i have to worry about is slicing and dicing Junko in the electric barbwire like she is provolone cheese.
*J Mont reaches down into the box one more time and pulls out some pictures. J Mont then throws the empty box out of the ring.*
J MONT: And what I have right here is a few pictures of Junko with her former mentor. There is one with her mom and another with her dad, then a group pic of the 3 of them. There are a few family pictures of Junko and her family. Junko wanted to play with fire when she got personal with me, so I was waiting for the right time to bring them out. That day we broke into her dressing room, I took these and held onto them. And what do you know? Today is the perfect day to show Junko and the World just what I think about these pics. Your mentor was a piece of Poop. Hideki Irabu or Nomo or Chiba. It doesn't matter. They all sucked. Your parents are uglier than a Moose with no hair. Your aunts look like the pop singer Hanson. Your uncles look like the guy that says She Bad on American idol. Your family sucks Junko and I think it's time the world sees how I feel about them and you.
*J Mont holds up the photos for everyone to see, and one by one begins to rip them into pieces. Not one photo survived the wrath of J Mont. Then, J Mont slides under the bottom rope and sees a few Junko fans and throws all the pieces of the photos into the air as they land all over them. J Mont shrugs his shoulders and laughs as he gets back into the ring. The chorus of boos is getting to new all time levels.*
J MONT: Hey Junko……how does that feel? Are you pissed yet? Are you going to cry? Are you going to call your dead mentor? No one gives a Poop about you Junko. All the Japanese fans here in San Diego can kiss my Italian ass. No egg rolls for any of you. But if there is someone in the stands that can do some dry cleaning, I will pay top dollar to get it done on the same day.
Napier: I need some shirts done too Mont!
Markson: I cannot listen to any of this anymore. How is he still on the active TPW Roster?
Napier: J Mont is the Main Event for Thunder in Paradise 3 and is about to win the S.E.X. Cup with Peter Vaughn as well. J Mont will not be going anywhere, anytime soon.
Markson: The best thing that can happen is Junko kills J Mont. End of Story.
J MONT: And one more thing before I leave this ring and get to the back where it's normal. Tonight, myself and Peter Vaughn are going to show the former Duo’s Champs just who the best team of 2024 is. Peter and myself have goals as a team and it starts with the S.E.X. Cup. Tonight will mark back to back victories for us over former Duo’s Champs as we embark on the Finals and our soon to be shiny bright Trophy. It starts with the S.E.X. Cup and ends with Junko. TPW should feel blessed to have a star like me helping take them to levels they have never been to before. All the WorldWide Attention they are garnering because of me. But they will see that AGAIN first hand tonight.
JVADO OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*J Mont flips off all the fans as he always does. Instead of leaving the ring, J Mont is taunting the fans even more again.*
Markson: What a Class Act J Mont is. Cannot wait til he is gone.
Napier: That is going to be a long time from now, Markson. J Mont is TPW if you really think about it.
*Suddenly, the instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits and J Mont whips around to face the entrance way with wide eyes. Sweat drips off his reddened face as he grips the microphone tightly and gestures for the competitor waiting behind the curtain to come out and face him!*
Markson: It's Junko Souma! She's here!
Napier: Why are you acting so surprised, huh!? Of course she's here! She's somehow weaseled her way into the main event tonight and you know she can't help but come out here and leech off of J Mont's spotlight!
Markson: You're insufferable! She's not coming out here to leech off of anything... She's coming out here because Joe Montuori is a disrespectful scumbag who's gone out of his way to dump all over her career, her past, even her culture! That man has done more to get TPW canceled in the last fifteen minutes than he's ever done to actually benefit the company that Terry Marshall built with his own two hands!
Napier: False flag! That's a false flag!
Markson: That's not what that means, you idiot!
*The fans cheer loudly as Junko walks out onto the stage in a black "TPW" hoodie. The hood is pulled over her head, completely obscuring her face from J Mont, the fans, and the cameras. She stands there for a moment at the edge of the stage as the fans continue cheering. J Mont remains in the ring, seething, spittle flying from his mouth with every heavy breath.*
J MONT: Get down here, Junko! GET DOWN HERE!
*J Mont paces back and forth like a tiger in a cage, continuing to shout into the microphone.*
J MONT: FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!
*He points down at the torn up photographs and the other items he's destroyed.*
J MONT: Were you watching, huh? Did you see what I did!? DOESN'T THAT PISS YOU OFF!? STOP STALLING, JUNKO! Let's do this! LET'S GIVE THESE PEOPLE A SHOW!
*Still, she doesn't move.*
Markson: What's she doing? She's never hesitated before when it comes to confronting J Mont... this is very unlike the Junko Souma we've come to know and love in Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Napier: She's scared, Markson. The last time these two competed against one another, J Mont destroyed her in the Glass House Deathmatch... left her beaten and bloody! Then, two weeks ago, he gave her another taste of what's to come when he kicked her BUTT at Uncivil War --
Markson: -- HEY! J Mont turned his back on his team to send her a message! No reasonable person would've expected their own PARTNER to attack them during the match! J Mont is a TRAITOR, no matter how badly you want to paint him as some kind of... genius playing 4D chess to motivate The Thunderamaniacs!
Napier: FALSE! FLAG! OPERATION!
Markson: THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT MEANS!
*Fed up with Junko's inaction, J Mont takes a deep breath and raises the microphone one again, voice dripping with anger and frustration.*
J MONT: Fine, Junko... have it your way.
*He smiles evilly.*
J MONT: If you won't come to me... I'll come to you!
*J Mont climbs through the ropes and stands on the apron, facing toward the ramp. As he stands there and prepares to hop down, Junko suddenly throws back her hood to reveal -- *
J MONT: ORANGE JUNKO!
*The fans EXPLODE as Junko Souma hops the rail and slides into the ring behind J Mont as Hanako stands on the stage, a diabolical smile on her pale face! J Mont has no idea! Hanako raises her arm, pointing down the ramp and behind J Mont! J Mont's eyes widen and he drops the microphone with an audible thunk reverberating throughout the arena! J Mont slowly turns... SUPERKICKKKKKKKKK FROM JUNKO! J MONT GOES FLYING BACKWARD INTO THE MITSUWA MARKETPLACE SHOPPING CART!*
Napier: NO! NO, NO, NO! THIS IS NOT FAIR TO J MONT!
Markson: It wasn't fair when J Mont STOLE Junko's belongings from the dressing room and destroyed them in the middle of the ring! It wasn't fair when J Mont betrayed the Thunderamaniacs at Uncivil War and tried to hand the match to Team WGWF at Junko's expense! Quite frankly, Napier... I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT'S FAIR TO J MONT!
*Junko hops off the apron as Hanako rushes down the aisle to join her. They both grab onto the handle of the shopping cart. Both Flowers of Carnage push the cart up the ramp with the discombobulated J Mont inside of it! They get him onto the stage and look at one another with satisfied smiles, nodding to one another before... PUSHING HIM OFF THE STAGE -- NO! OFFICIALS FLOOD OUT OF THE BACK AND GET BETWEEN THE CART AND THE FIFTEEN FOOT DROP TO THE FLOOR! Junko and Hanako are both pulled away from the cart, kicking and fighting to get back at J Mont!*
Napier: Oh, thank goodness! I mean, I'm sure J Mont would've figured out a way to escape from the cart and roll to safety before impact... but good on TPW security for being ready for anything!
Markson: Look, J Mont deserves the very worst this world has to offer... but I have to agree. We were only seconds away from this confrontation going way too far and I'm just now realizing how insane that sounds knowing that these two have blown up a thirty foot long stretch limousine as J Mont escaped in a helicopter, battled police officers hand-to-hand, and even gone to jail together after a high speed chase in a stolen police car that ended in a car accident that could've injured or killed many, many people.
Napier: ...
Markson: Are you... okay, Napier?
Napier: I mean, when you put it like that, getting pushed off the stage in a shopping card doesn't seem so bad.
Markson: Right?
Napier: I still hate Junko, though.
Markson: And I hope J Mont gets gonorrhea in his eyes.
*The cart flips over and J Mont falls out onto his side before scrambling up to all fours with wide eyes. Without even looking, he takes down a security guard with the JKO! He rolls back to his feet and shoves another security guard off the stage, sending him through two tables fifteen feet below! Junko and Hanako both fight their way free and lunge toward J Mont, peppering him with rapid fire forearms and kicks! He pie faces Hanako down and turns, nailing Junko with a stiff right hand! She staggers out and security guards grab her and begins trying to drag her to the back! Another tackles Hanako to the stage and J Mont goes after her... only to get taken down by three more guards and pinned to the stage!*
Markson: All three of these competitors have matches later tonight!
Napier: J Mont's fine! Even if he can't compete, Peter Vaughn is the first-ever THREE TIME TPW CHAMPION, he can take on Lights Out all on his own!
Markson: Lights Out is one of the best tag teams in the world today. You should be ARRESTED for that take, Napier!
*Junko fights against two security guards restraining her arms as they drag her toward the back. J Mont has at least six guards on him now, all holding individual limbs, not allowing him to budge as he does his best to writhe and crawl toward Junko. He growls at her, shouting through gritted teeth as he's restrained.*
J MONT: I'M GONNA KILL YOU, JUNKO!
*Junko almost gets free and lunges at him, only for a security guard to catch her around the legs and stop her from making contact!*
J MONT: YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE FRIGGIN' DEAD!
*He gets one arm free, pointing at Junko aggressively.*
J MONT: THUNDER... IN... PARADISE!
*Hanako stretches out as best she can, tilts her head... AND BITES J MONT'S FINGER AS HE POINTS! J Mont yanks his hand free as Hanako is pulled away, cackling at the top of her lungs.*
J MONT: ORANGE JUNKO, YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU, TOO!
*Junko and Hanako are quickly whisked backstage by security as J Mont struggles against the men holding him back, finally conceding to being dragged through the curtain. Now, all that remains is a hellacious mess at ringside and motionless bodies of the security guards that J Mont assaulted.*
Napier: I hope J Mont is okay.
Markson: You hope -- oh, come on, Napier!
Napier: What!?
Markson: Those three competitors just put two high profile matches at risk right now with their reckless behavior! J Mont still has to team up with Peter Vaughn to face Lights Out later tonight and the Flowers of Carnage have a main event date with Cataclysm and the D&L Connection, both semi-final SEX Cup Tournament matches... all because they can't wait for Thunder in Paradise in two weeks!
Napier: That's not on J Mont!
Markson: He started it!
Napier: He came out here and spoke! He addressed his millions and millions of fans before Junko and her delinquent friend came out here and attacked him UNPROVOKED! You never, ever answer words with violence, Markson! I expected better of you!
Markson: Oh, goodness gracious. Can we... Can we just move on?
Napier: Gladly! As long as it gets you off this delusional kick that J Mont is somehow bad for business.
Markson: Ladies and gentlemen, later tonight... J Mont and the International Champion, Peter Vaugh, take on the former TPW Duos Champions, Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo... and then, in our main event of the evening, Junko Souma and Hanako Tohei take on the team of Leah Aguero and El Diablo Blanco as well as Robert Main and the number one contender to the International Championship, "Chronic" Chris Page... and if Junko and J Mont survive the rest of the night, they'll meet in the MAIN EVENT at Thunder in Paradise 3 in just two weeks in a no ropes barbed wire death match!
Napier: Don't forget, if both of them win their SEX Cup matches tonight... they'll meet in the SEX Cup Tournament final before meeting later in the night for their death match! Can you imagine?! J MONT WILL GET TO BEAT JUNKO TWICE IN ONE NIGHT!
Markson: Or... hear me out, Junko might beat J Mont twice in the same night!
Napier: Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up, Markson! I'm only discussing things that have a realistic chance at happening... and nobody... NO ONE can beat the unbeatable tandem of J Mont and Peter Vaughn!
Markson: Anyway... what do we have up next?
Markson: You and your Sources.
Napier: Unlike you, my sources are always on point!
Markson: Whenever you say Sources, that only means one thing.
Napier: They never let me down!
Markson: I am starting to get the urge to go to the bathroom to drop a Poop because that is what is about to happen based on your sources.
*While Napier looks pumped, Markson on the other hand wants nothing to do with this. The Thundertron is lit up showing the back of the arena, which is currently empty at the moment other than all the cameramen and paparazzi waiting. A few minutes go by and then all of a sudden, you would think you are at the Gion Matsuri, which is Japan’s largest and best known festival. And for you NERDS out there, this is one of Japan’s most important annual events. Locals and visitors gather to promenade in colorful yukata robes. You also have a procession of floats, the most known one is The Yamahoko Junko Float. And what do you know? That float has arrived in the back of the arena.*
*As the float pulls up the back, the cameras are getting all the shots they can get. The paparazzi are reporting this and taking notes. This is a first here in TPW. We have seen the sports cars, the limos, the airplanes, the bikes and even blimps, but a Japanese float is a first. As the Float gets closer, you can see all the Japanese people on it.. The golden eagle in the front and the Japanese colors. Truly a work of art. When the float finally comes to a halt, you cannot help but take in all the amazing features and art work on this float. The fans in the arena are not too sure what to think of this right now. Then, appearing out of nowhere in a Japanese robe, standing in the front of the float with the golden eagle is…………….*
*J MONT HAS ARRIVED. TPW’S SAVIOR is here.*
Napier: Now, that is what I call an arrival!
Markson: This man has no respect or morals. I cannot believe his daughter has to grow up around this.
Napier: Did you not see what J Mont did to Page recently in Hell in the Cell? He talked about his daughter and got his ass handed to him. You want to be Next?
Markson: You really need to get off his nuts and realize that he is ruining the TPW with his acts.
*J Mont, wearing his traditional Japanese robe, stands tall on the float. One has to wonder how much money he has paid these Japanese people to join him because most, if not all of the Japanese culture really hates this man because of what he has done and said to Junko and Japan. J Mont raises his arms up high in the air for everyone to see, then he walks through the Japanese people on the float.*
5 MINUTES GO BY!
*Then, J Mont appears out of the back of the float. After taking about 10 steps, J Mont turns around and looks at the float. With that sinister smirk, he knows it's a job well done.*
J MONT: NOW, that is what I call an impactful arrival. I am a very sophisticated person and know all about cultures.
*J Mont, still with his robe on, makes his way towards the back door to enter the arena. The cameras are on him like he is walking into a courtroom in a high profile case. The paparazzi are making sure they get all the dirt they can for their magazines and podcasts. As J Mont swings the back door open, he now has entered the Pechanga Arena in San Diego.*
J MONT: I know everyone in San Diego is excited about Opening Day that is coming soon, but your Padres are the most overrated team in baseball. All that hype and just choke. Sounds like Junko Souma. Maybe ownership needs to sign Junko to pair with Yu Darvish in the rotation so they can have even more hype just to fall flat on their faces. I even think they just signed Yuki Matsui from Japan as well. Ha Seong Kim is there too. WOO SUK GO is also in their bullpen. No wonder why the Padres can't make the playoffs and have a winning tradition. Too many Japanese players on their team. Everyone knows that Japan sucks!
*J Mont is walking the back hallways of the arena as he is still on the Titantron as the fans look on. His arrival to the ring is imminent. Having been booked to open the show for what seems like a year now is something that the fans hate, but also love because you never know what to expect. J Mont is walking these hallways like he has been here before. Making lefts and rights as if he is trying to dodge the cameras. Then, J Mont sees the big back curtain that leads to the entranceway. You can hear the fans as TPW officials stand by. But the one thing that stands out is a shopping cart from Mitsuwa Marketplace in San Diego. It is full of Japanese items.*
J MONT: Perfect! Thank you for getting this shopping cart for me. Let’s give a shout out to Mitsuwa Marketplace for all this great food and items. If you need something Japanese, check this place out!
*J Mont puts both his hands on the handle of the shopping cart and pushes it towards the curtain as he is ready to get on the entranceway and see how the fans react to this. The music for J Mont hits the PA System.*
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*The Karate Kid 1984 (HD) Bill Conti (Japanese Pan Flute) Relaxing Meditation Music hits and the fans look on as J Mont walks out from the back in his white Japanese robe and his shopping cart. Looking calm, cool and collected, J Mont raises one arm up in the air as the other is holding the shopping cart. The relaxing music is soothing, but it's not stopping the fans from giving J Mont what he deserves.*
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
*J Mont laughs as the camera’s get a good close up of him not giving a Poop and smirking. Nothing fazes J Mont. The fans will never learn that the more hate you give him, the more it fuels him to do even more. San Diego is a big place for Japanese Culture so what J Mont is doing right now is very disrespectful to the culture and fan base. J Mont then begins to slowly push the shopping cart down the ramp. The fans are letting him have it. No one is reaching out to shake hands with J Mont. The Verbal Assaults towards J Mont make him laugh. Then suddenly, J Mont stops in the middle of the ramp. He looks both ways as he reaches into his cart.*
J MONT: All you fans, especially the Japanese ones that root for Junko are going to deserve what is about to happen to them.
*J Mont pulls from his shopping cart a box that is full of sushi. The cameras are getting all of this because we are sure that lawsuits are about to happen at any moment.*
Napier: Hey J Mont, let me get a Junko Roll!
Markson: I cannot believe you are joining him like this. This is over the line and needs to be dealt with right now before things get out of hand.
Napier: The only thing in a hand right now is sushi, which J Mont has.
Markson: This is not going to end well for anyone, especially the TPW!
*J Mont looks around, and with sushi in hand and more in the box, he begins to throw the sushi at all the innocent fans that have seats near the rampway. The fat guy wearing a Matt Knox shirt gets nailed in the face with a Dragon Maki Roll. The slut wearing an Amber Bane Ryan tank top took a FireCracker Maki to the forehead. The old Japanese Lady wearing all the Junko gear took a White Spider Maki to the Eye followed by a Titanic Fire Maki all over her face. These people are thoroughly upset. A little kid told J Mont to go to hell which in turn got the little kid a Spicy Girl Maki to the face. He starts to cry. J Mont is on a tear right now. One of the TPW Security guards starts to approach J Mont only to have a ½ pound of Sashimi slammed into his face like a pie, followed by a JKO onto the ramp. The fans are letting J Mont have it. The Father of the little kid finally has the balls and yells at J Mont to get his attention. J Mont looks into the box and grabs some Tako, which is octopus and swings it knocking the dad out.*
Napier: That is some expensive food right there. There is a price to pay when you mess with J Mont!
Markson: I have no words for what I just witnessed here. I would like to apologize to all the fans that took Sushi and other raw seafood to the face. We do not approve of this here in TPW.
Napier: You sound like an Infomercial. Just shut up and enjoy the entertainment that J Mont brings to the table!
Markson: I wish someone would slam J Mont through a table.
*J Mont finally gets back on track as he pushes his shopping cart towards the ring. He parks the cart next to the metal steps, as he grabs another box out of there and slides it underneath the bottom rope. Now making his way up the metal steps, and through the middle rope, J Mont is now in the ring. And what do you know? The fans are louder than ever with their BOOS. J Mont climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms up high to showcase his Japanese White robe. As he hops down, he reaches through the ropes where he is handed a mic.*
J MONT: Sensei Mont is here to teach you all a few things. For starters, you are all welcome for TPW defeating WGWF in the big 5 on 5 at Uncivil War. If it wasn’t for me lighting a fire under Team TPW’S ass, we would have lost. But I did what I had to do and that was beat the living Poop out of Junko and take her out of the match for a little while. It gave the WGWF false hope that they had the easy win, while the BEST man in the match walked away. But did I walk away or did I help get the win for TPW? We all know that Junko came back with a fire up her ass to get the pin and secure the victory for TPW. But how did all of that happen? SIMPLE! J Mont set it all up. Everyone thought I turned on TPW to help WGWF when in reality I wanted to win so bad, that I made Junko a sacrificial little lamb before Team TPW came on strong and hung on to get the win. YOU ARE ALL WELCOME AGAIN!!!!!!!!
Napier: J Mont is the true MVP here!
Markson: LVP if you ask me. He pretty much had this in his head from Day 1, when he was signed on to help Team TPW.
*J Mont reaches into the box he had slid into the ring and pulls out a set of Chopsticks.*
J MONT: Sensei Mont wants to teach you all about Chopsticks. They have a round end and a square end. The round end symbolizes the sky and the square end symbolizes the earth. These 2 little sticks were first used over 5000 years ago. I am sure someone in the Souma family is going to claim they were the creator of these when we all know that the Souma family is full of Poop in anything they say or do. The Japanese think they have the corner marketed with these but if i remember correctly, Mr. Miyagi couldn't catch the Fly but Daniel did. 1 Point for the United States. But I am going to make it 2 Points for the United States when I take this chopstick and drive it into the kneecap of Junko with a hammer. Sounds like this could be the sequel of Sushi Girl from 2012. Or maybe I will break the chopsticks up and insert them into the nostrils of Junko and make another sequel called Brother 2.
*J Mont breaks the chopsticks in half and throws the pieces into the stands. A lucky fan can say they got broken chopsticks from Sensei Mont, which could be worth a lot of money once he retires from the industry. Now reaching into the box again, J Mont pulls out something else.*
J MONT: This right here is a Komainu Mask. It means Lion-Dogs which are believed to protect the site from evil spirits while also promoting good fortune. But one thing I can say about this mask is that I think it's a piece of Poop and worthless. Junko is going to see the evil sadistic side of J Mont in that Barbed Wire Electric Match and her good fortune will be that the TPW is covering her medical expenses, that's if she makes it out alive.
*J Mont puts the mask down on the mat and jumps in the air and all 275 pounds comes down on the mask, flattening it like the ass of Ava Arthur. J Mont is laughing, while the Japanese people in the audience begin to tear up. J Mont is destroying their culture all in one night.*
J MONT: Another one bites the dust. First I stole Hector Malvado’s Mask and became JVADO, now I just shattered a Japanese Mask that meant a lot to the culture. That’s a reminder of what is going to happen to Junko. This Trilogy match that she wanted so bad is going to be the death of her. She wanted it so bad that I think she forgot who she was stepping up too. I am the same man that took the American Title away from her and pretty much ended her career until she made that brainless decision to come back and cost me the American Title. This time around, I have no pressure of worrying about a title on the line. All i have to worry about is slicing and dicing Junko in the electric barbwire like she is provolone cheese.
*J Mont reaches down into the box one more time and pulls out some pictures. J Mont then throws the empty box out of the ring.*
J MONT: And what I have right here is a few pictures of Junko with her former mentor. There is one with her mom and another with her dad, then a group pic of the 3 of them. There are a few family pictures of Junko and her family. Junko wanted to play with fire when she got personal with me, so I was waiting for the right time to bring them out. That day we broke into her dressing room, I took these and held onto them. And what do you know? Today is the perfect day to show Junko and the World just what I think about these pics. Your mentor was a piece of Poop. Hideki Irabu or Nomo or Chiba. It doesn't matter. They all sucked. Your parents are uglier than a Moose with no hair. Your aunts look like the pop singer Hanson. Your uncles look like the guy that says She Bad on American idol. Your family sucks Junko and I think it's time the world sees how I feel about them and you.
*J Mont holds up the photos for everyone to see, and one by one begins to rip them into pieces. Not one photo survived the wrath of J Mont. Then, J Mont slides under the bottom rope and sees a few Junko fans and throws all the pieces of the photos into the air as they land all over them. J Mont shrugs his shoulders and laughs as he gets back into the ring. The chorus of boos is getting to new all time levels.*
J MONT: Hey Junko……how does that feel? Are you pissed yet? Are you going to cry? Are you going to call your dead mentor? No one gives a Poop about you Junko. All the Japanese fans here in San Diego can kiss my Italian ass. No egg rolls for any of you. But if there is someone in the stands that can do some dry cleaning, I will pay top dollar to get it done on the same day.
Napier: I need some shirts done too Mont!
Markson: I cannot listen to any of this anymore. How is he still on the active TPW Roster?
Napier: J Mont is the Main Event for Thunder in Paradise 3 and is about to win the S.E.X. Cup with Peter Vaughn as well. J Mont will not be going anywhere, anytime soon.
Markson: The best thing that can happen is Junko kills J Mont. End of Story.
J MONT: And one more thing before I leave this ring and get to the back where it's normal. Tonight, myself and Peter Vaughn are going to show the former Duo’s Champs just who the best team of 2024 is. Peter and myself have goals as a team and it starts with the S.E.X. Cup. Tonight will mark back to back victories for us over former Duo’s Champs as we embark on the Finals and our soon to be shiny bright Trophy. It starts with the S.E.X. Cup and ends with Junko. TPW should feel blessed to have a star like me helping take them to levels they have never been to before. All the WorldWide Attention they are garnering because of me. But they will see that AGAIN first hand tonight.
JVADO OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*J Mont flips off all the fans as he always does. Instead of leaving the ring, J Mont is taunting the fans even more again.*
Markson: What a Class Act J Mont is. Cannot wait til he is gone.
Napier: That is going to be a long time from now, Markson. J Mont is TPW if you really think about it.
*Suddenly, the instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits and J Mont whips around to face the entrance way with wide eyes. Sweat drips off his reddened face as he grips the microphone tightly and gestures for the competitor waiting behind the curtain to come out and face him!*
Markson: It's Junko Souma! She's here!
Napier: Why are you acting so surprised, huh!? Of course she's here! She's somehow weaseled her way into the main event tonight and you know she can't help but come out here and leech off of J Mont's spotlight!
Markson: You're insufferable! She's not coming out here to leech off of anything... She's coming out here because Joe Montuori is a disrespectful scumbag who's gone out of his way to dump all over her career, her past, even her culture! That man has done more to get TPW canceled in the last fifteen minutes than he's ever done to actually benefit the company that Terry Marshall built with his own two hands!
Napier: False flag! That's a false flag!
Markson: That's not what that means, you idiot!
*The fans cheer loudly as Junko walks out onto the stage in a black "TPW" hoodie. The hood is pulled over her head, completely obscuring her face from J Mont, the fans, and the cameras. She stands there for a moment at the edge of the stage as the fans continue cheering. J Mont remains in the ring, seething, spittle flying from his mouth with every heavy breath.*
J MONT: Get down here, Junko! GET DOWN HERE!
*J Mont paces back and forth like a tiger in a cage, continuing to shout into the microphone.*
J MONT: FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!
*He points down at the torn up photographs and the other items he's destroyed.*
J MONT: Were you watching, huh? Did you see what I did!? DOESN'T THAT PISS YOU OFF!? STOP STALLING, JUNKO! Let's do this! LET'S GIVE THESE PEOPLE A SHOW!
*Still, she doesn't move.*
Markson: What's she doing? She's never hesitated before when it comes to confronting J Mont... this is very unlike the Junko Souma we've come to know and love in Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Napier: She's scared, Markson. The last time these two competed against one another, J Mont destroyed her in the Glass House Deathmatch... left her beaten and bloody! Then, two weeks ago, he gave her another taste of what's to come when he kicked her BUTT at Uncivil War --
Markson: -- HEY! J Mont turned his back on his team to send her a message! No reasonable person would've expected their own PARTNER to attack them during the match! J Mont is a TRAITOR, no matter how badly you want to paint him as some kind of... genius playing 4D chess to motivate The Thunderamaniacs!
Napier: FALSE! FLAG! OPERATION!
Markson: THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT MEANS!
*Fed up with Junko's inaction, J Mont takes a deep breath and raises the microphone one again, voice dripping with anger and frustration.*
J MONT: Fine, Junko... have it your way.
*He smiles evilly.*
J MONT: If you won't come to me... I'll come to you!
*J Mont climbs through the ropes and stands on the apron, facing toward the ramp. As he stands there and prepares to hop down, Junko suddenly throws back her hood to reveal -- *
J MONT: ORANGE JUNKO!
*The fans EXPLODE as Junko Souma hops the rail and slides into the ring behind J Mont as Hanako stands on the stage, a diabolical smile on her pale face! J Mont has no idea! Hanako raises her arm, pointing down the ramp and behind J Mont! J Mont's eyes widen and he drops the microphone with an audible thunk reverberating throughout the arena! J Mont slowly turns... SUPERKICKKKKKKKKK FROM JUNKO! J MONT GOES FLYING BACKWARD INTO THE MITSUWA MARKETPLACE SHOPPING CART!*
Napier: NO! NO, NO, NO! THIS IS NOT FAIR TO J MONT!
Markson: It wasn't fair when J Mont STOLE Junko's belongings from the dressing room and destroyed them in the middle of the ring! It wasn't fair when J Mont betrayed the Thunderamaniacs at Uncivil War and tried to hand the match to Team WGWF at Junko's expense! Quite frankly, Napier... I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT'S FAIR TO J MONT!
*Junko hops off the apron as Hanako rushes down the aisle to join her. They both grab onto the handle of the shopping cart. Both Flowers of Carnage push the cart up the ramp with the discombobulated J Mont inside of it! They get him onto the stage and look at one another with satisfied smiles, nodding to one another before... PUSHING HIM OFF THE STAGE -- NO! OFFICIALS FLOOD OUT OF THE BACK AND GET BETWEEN THE CART AND THE FIFTEEN FOOT DROP TO THE FLOOR! Junko and Hanako are both pulled away from the cart, kicking and fighting to get back at J Mont!*
Napier: Oh, thank goodness! I mean, I'm sure J Mont would've figured out a way to escape from the cart and roll to safety before impact... but good on TPW security for being ready for anything!
Markson: Look, J Mont deserves the very worst this world has to offer... but I have to agree. We were only seconds away from this confrontation going way too far and I'm just now realizing how insane that sounds knowing that these two have blown up a thirty foot long stretch limousine as J Mont escaped in a helicopter, battled police officers hand-to-hand, and even gone to jail together after a high speed chase in a stolen police car that ended in a car accident that could've injured or killed many, many people.
Napier: ...
Markson: Are you... okay, Napier?
Napier: I mean, when you put it like that, getting pushed off the stage in a shopping card doesn't seem so bad.
Markson: Right?
Napier: I still hate Junko, though.
Markson: And I hope J Mont gets gonorrhea in his eyes.
*The cart flips over and J Mont falls out onto his side before scrambling up to all fours with wide eyes. Without even looking, he takes down a security guard with the JKO! He rolls back to his feet and shoves another security guard off the stage, sending him through two tables fifteen feet below! Junko and Hanako both fight their way free and lunge toward J Mont, peppering him with rapid fire forearms and kicks! He pie faces Hanako down and turns, nailing Junko with a stiff right hand! She staggers out and security guards grab her and begins trying to drag her to the back! Another tackles Hanako to the stage and J Mont goes after her... only to get taken down by three more guards and pinned to the stage!*
Markson: All three of these competitors have matches later tonight!
Napier: J Mont's fine! Even if he can't compete, Peter Vaughn is the first-ever THREE TIME TPW CHAMPION, he can take on Lights Out all on his own!
Markson: Lights Out is one of the best tag teams in the world today. You should be ARRESTED for that take, Napier!
*Junko fights against two security guards restraining her arms as they drag her toward the back. J Mont has at least six guards on him now, all holding individual limbs, not allowing him to budge as he does his best to writhe and crawl toward Junko. He growls at her, shouting through gritted teeth as he's restrained.*
J MONT: I'M GONNA KILL YOU, JUNKO!
*Junko almost gets free and lunges at him, only for a security guard to catch her around the legs and stop her from making contact!*
J MONT: YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE FRIGGIN' DEAD!
*He gets one arm free, pointing at Junko aggressively.*
J MONT: THUNDER... IN... PARADISE!
*Hanako stretches out as best she can, tilts her head... AND BITES J MONT'S FINGER AS HE POINTS! J Mont yanks his hand free as Hanako is pulled away, cackling at the top of her lungs.*
J MONT: ORANGE JUNKO, YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU, TOO!
*Junko and Hanako are quickly whisked backstage by security as J Mont struggles against the men holding him back, finally conceding to being dragged through the curtain. Now, all that remains is a hellacious mess at ringside and motionless bodies of the security guards that J Mont assaulted.*
Napier: I hope J Mont is okay.
Markson: You hope -- oh, come on, Napier!
Napier: What!?
Markson: Those three competitors just put two high profile matches at risk right now with their reckless behavior! J Mont still has to team up with Peter Vaughn to face Lights Out later tonight and the Flowers of Carnage have a main event date with Cataclysm and the D&L Connection, both semi-final SEX Cup Tournament matches... all because they can't wait for Thunder in Paradise in two weeks!
Napier: That's not on J Mont!
Markson: He started it!
Napier: He came out here and spoke! He addressed his millions and millions of fans before Junko and her delinquent friend came out here and attacked him UNPROVOKED! You never, ever answer words with violence, Markson! I expected better of you!
Markson: Oh, goodness gracious. Can we... Can we just move on?
Napier: Gladly! As long as it gets you off this delusional kick that J Mont is somehow bad for business.
Markson: Ladies and gentlemen, later tonight... J Mont and the International Champion, Peter Vaugh, take on the former TPW Duos Champions, Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo... and then, in our main event of the evening, Junko Souma and Hanako Tohei take on the team of Leah Aguero and El Diablo Blanco as well as Robert Main and the number one contender to the International Championship, "Chronic" Chris Page... and if Junko and J Mont survive the rest of the night, they'll meet in the MAIN EVENT at Thunder in Paradise 3 in just two weeks in a no ropes barbed wire death match!
Napier: Don't forget, if both of them win their SEX Cup matches tonight... they'll meet in the SEX Cup Tournament final before meeting later in the night for their death match! Can you imagine?! J MONT WILL GET TO BEAT JUNKO TWICE IN ONE NIGHT!
Markson: Or... hear me out, Junko might beat J Mont twice in the same night!
Napier: Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up, Markson! I'm only discussing things that have a realistic chance at happening... and nobody... NO ONE can beat the unbeatable tandem of J Mont and Peter Vaughn!
Markson: Anyway... what do we have up next?
* The shot returns from the commercial break to a shot of the live cround. I Touch Myself by The Divinyls starts to play and the fans start to boo. Jack N. Mehoff walks through the curtain, wearing a dark blue ring robe, adorned with rhinestones spelling his name on the back. He is flanked by his entourage, porn star Kelly Lingus. Jack takes it in, takes a bow and waves to the fans who continue to boo him. This gets louder and Jack begins to feel annoyed with the reaction. He shakes it off and struts to the ring with all the swagger of similar wrestling icons from the 80s. *
Napier: I've been looking forward to this, seeing this man make his debut.
*He climbs the stairs, puts one leg through the ring ropes, then makes a lewd face as he slides the middle rope between his legs, before he finally enters the ring. *
Steve Cotton: This match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, he comes from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 205 lbs. He is Jack N. Mehoff.
*Jack walks over to Steve and takes the mic from him. *
Jack: This would normally be the part where I tell all you fat... out of shape... thunder thighed sweat hogs to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show the ladies what a real man is supposed to look like.... but after such a lackluster ring introduction, I'm not feeling particularly inspired. So let's give this another try. Shall we?
*Kelly reaches into her purse and hands a small pile of note cards to Steve. Steve looks at the note cards and rolls his eyes, but puts the mic back to his lips.*
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen. Currently in the ring. He is accompanied tonight by the 2023 AVN Award winner for Best Supporting Actress and Best Anal Scene. Kelly Lingus.
Markson: That just screams that she's a classy lady doesn't it?
Napier: I'll have you know she worked very hard for that supporting actress award.
Steve Cotton: He comes to us tonight from Hollywood California, by way of... your mother's house. He is your Girlfriends Favorite Wrestler. The Inovation in Fornication. And the man who answered the question, "Where's the beef?" He weighs in tonight at 200 lbs, plus a 5 pound.... I'm not saying that.
*Jack looks at Steve and yells "Why not?" Steve says, "This is a family show." *
Steve Cotton: He is Jack N. Mehoff.
*Jack grabs the mic from Steve.*
Jack: There now that's better. So, there's been a lot of speculation on who my opponent will be tonight. First of all, I'm not facing any sort of big name or legend tonight. Marshall was too cheap to spend the money on one. So, instead of facing some jabroni tonight, I'm going to show you all what a great humanitarian I am. I saw a few videos online recently where athletes took someone with a handicap and let them live their dream. That's why I found a young man that got an unfair shake in life. Something you people living here in San Diego can understand. I recently came into contact with a young man, who sufferers from Down Syndrome, he is a lifelong pro wrestling fan, who always dreamed of stepping into the ring and competing, and tonight I'm going to make his dream come true. I'd like to introduce you to that young man. My opponent for tonight, Doug.
Napier: Oh my gosh. What a class act. This is why people love Jack N. Mehoff.
*A young man who looks to be around 18 years old comes walking out of the entrance. He stands around five foot six, looks to weigh in around 165 lbs. He is wearing a blue wrestling singlet, amateur wrestling shoes.. Looking at his face and body language, it is clear he suffers from some sort of mental affliction. He has a huge smile on his face. The fans give him a polite applause. He steps into the ring and stands across from Jack.*
Jack: Okay, now Doug, I know you've always dreamed about being in a pro wrestling match. I did a little research and found out you helped out on your high school wrestling team. Is that right?
*Doug nods his head.*
Jack: Now you do know that the rules in here are different. Like here you need to pin someone for a 3 count and not just 1, right?
Doug takes a step back and laughs, then nods his head.
Jack: Now you also know there's no points here and in pro wrestling, you're allowed to punch people, just like this.
*Jack blasts Doug with a sucker punch to the face and the poor kid goes down. Dizzy Dan calls for the bell and Jack starts putting the boots to the kid.*
Markson: That no good son of a gun. What the heck is this?
Napier: Jack's a world class athlete. What do you expect him to do? Lay down for the kid?
Markson: I wouldn't expect him to sucker punch the poor kid.
Napier: Jack's just making the kid work for it.
*Jack picks up Doug and hits him with a Rude Awakening neck breaker. Jack goes for a cover and Dizzy Dan goes down and counts 1..... 2.... kick out.
Jack looks at Dan and yells "Three" at him. Dan holds up two fingers and says "Two." Jack yells back at Dan "Three" Dan yells back "Two" Jack yells back "Two" and Dan yells back "Three." *
Napier: Jack just won, Dizzy Dan just said it was three.
Markson: What is this a Bugs Bunny cartoon?
*Jack starts jumping up and down and celebrating as if he won. Jack holds his hands in the air, Dizzy Dan grabs Jacks hand and pulls it down, yelling at him that he said "three." As Jack and Dan are arguing, Doug sneaks up behind Jack and gets him in a roll up. Dizzy Dan goes down and counts 1.... 2... kick out.
Jack yells "One" at Dizzy Dan before Doug picks up Jack and hits him with a body slam. Jack stumbles back to his feet and gets hit with a belly to belly suplex. Doug goes for the cover 1.... 2.... kick out.
Jack stumbles to his feet again and Doug hits him with a German suplex. Kelly Lingus slides her purse into the ring, then climbs up on the ring apron and starts flirting with Dizzy Dan. Doug goes for a cover, but Dizzy Dan is too distracted to count it. Doug gets off Jack and looks around confused. Jack reaches into Kelly's purse and pulls out a long, pink, cylindrical shaped object. *
Markson: Is that what I think it is?
Napier: We may have to disinfect the ring after this match.
*He sneaks up behind Doug, sticks it in his mouth and hits a jaw breaker. Doug stumbles around holding his jaw. Jack stands behind him, drops to a knee and punches him in the right butt cheek.*
Markson: I can't believe I'm about to say it, but he just hit him with the Donkey Punch.
*Doug's eyes go wide, his legs start to shake and he grabs his ass in pain. Jack jumps up and hits him with the Load Blower and covers him.... 1.....2.....3. *
Markson: I hope he's proud of himself.
Napier: He should be. He just made that kids dream come true.
*Jack walks around the ring celebrating. Kelly tosses a shirt to Jack and he holds it up. The shirt has a picture of a cartoon donkey wearing a boxing glove, and says "I got Donkey Punched by Jack N. Mehoff." Jack drapes the shirt over his defeated opponent.*
Markson: This is ridiculous, and quite frankly absolutely disgusting.
Napier: Darn right. He's being way too nice, giving the kid a t-shirt for free. He should be charging him for it.
Markson: I think it should go without saying "The views and actions of one Jack N. Mehoff, do not represent those of Thunder Pro Wrestling or its sponsors.". Let's see if we can't present our fans with something a little more wholesome.
Napier: I've been looking forward to this, seeing this man make his debut.
*He climbs the stairs, puts one leg through the ring ropes, then makes a lewd face as he slides the middle rope between his legs, before he finally enters the ring. *
Steve Cotton: This match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, he comes from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 205 lbs. He is Jack N. Mehoff.
*Jack walks over to Steve and takes the mic from him. *
Jack: This would normally be the part where I tell all you fat... out of shape... thunder thighed sweat hogs to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show the ladies what a real man is supposed to look like.... but after such a lackluster ring introduction, I'm not feeling particularly inspired. So let's give this another try. Shall we?
*Kelly reaches into her purse and hands a small pile of note cards to Steve. Steve looks at the note cards and rolls his eyes, but puts the mic back to his lips.*
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen. Currently in the ring. He is accompanied tonight by the 2023 AVN Award winner for Best Supporting Actress and Best Anal Scene. Kelly Lingus.
Markson: That just screams that she's a classy lady doesn't it?
Napier: I'll have you know she worked very hard for that supporting actress award.
Steve Cotton: He comes to us tonight from Hollywood California, by way of... your mother's house. He is your Girlfriends Favorite Wrestler. The Inovation in Fornication. And the man who answered the question, "Where's the beef?" He weighs in tonight at 200 lbs, plus a 5 pound.... I'm not saying that.
*Jack looks at Steve and yells "Why not?" Steve says, "This is a family show." *
Steve Cotton: He is Jack N. Mehoff.
*Jack grabs the mic from Steve.*
Jack: There now that's better. So, there's been a lot of speculation on who my opponent will be tonight. First of all, I'm not facing any sort of big name or legend tonight. Marshall was too cheap to spend the money on one. So, instead of facing some jabroni tonight, I'm going to show you all what a great humanitarian I am. I saw a few videos online recently where athletes took someone with a handicap and let them live their dream. That's why I found a young man that got an unfair shake in life. Something you people living here in San Diego can understand. I recently came into contact with a young man, who sufferers from Down Syndrome, he is a lifelong pro wrestling fan, who always dreamed of stepping into the ring and competing, and tonight I'm going to make his dream come true. I'd like to introduce you to that young man. My opponent for tonight, Doug.
Napier: Oh my gosh. What a class act. This is why people love Jack N. Mehoff.
*A young man who looks to be around 18 years old comes walking out of the entrance. He stands around five foot six, looks to weigh in around 165 lbs. He is wearing a blue wrestling singlet, amateur wrestling shoes.. Looking at his face and body language, it is clear he suffers from some sort of mental affliction. He has a huge smile on his face. The fans give him a polite applause. He steps into the ring and stands across from Jack.*
Jack: Okay, now Doug, I know you've always dreamed about being in a pro wrestling match. I did a little research and found out you helped out on your high school wrestling team. Is that right?
*Doug nods his head.*
Jack: Now you do know that the rules in here are different. Like here you need to pin someone for a 3 count and not just 1, right?
Doug takes a step back and laughs, then nods his head.
Jack: Now you also know there's no points here and in pro wrestling, you're allowed to punch people, just like this.
*Jack blasts Doug with a sucker punch to the face and the poor kid goes down. Dizzy Dan calls for the bell and Jack starts putting the boots to the kid.*
Markson: That no good son of a gun. What the heck is this?
Napier: Jack's a world class athlete. What do you expect him to do? Lay down for the kid?
Markson: I wouldn't expect him to sucker punch the poor kid.
Napier: Jack's just making the kid work for it.
*Jack picks up Doug and hits him with a Rude Awakening neck breaker. Jack goes for a cover and Dizzy Dan goes down and counts 1..... 2.... kick out.
Jack looks at Dan and yells "Three" at him. Dan holds up two fingers and says "Two." Jack yells back at Dan "Three" Dan yells back "Two" Jack yells back "Two" and Dan yells back "Three." *
Napier: Jack just won, Dizzy Dan just said it was three.
Markson: What is this a Bugs Bunny cartoon?
*Jack starts jumping up and down and celebrating as if he won. Jack holds his hands in the air, Dizzy Dan grabs Jacks hand and pulls it down, yelling at him that he said "three." As Jack and Dan are arguing, Doug sneaks up behind Jack and gets him in a roll up. Dizzy Dan goes down and counts 1.... 2... kick out.
Jack yells "One" at Dizzy Dan before Doug picks up Jack and hits him with a body slam. Jack stumbles back to his feet and gets hit with a belly to belly suplex. Doug goes for the cover 1.... 2.... kick out.
Jack stumbles to his feet again and Doug hits him with a German suplex. Kelly Lingus slides her purse into the ring, then climbs up on the ring apron and starts flirting with Dizzy Dan. Doug goes for a cover, but Dizzy Dan is too distracted to count it. Doug gets off Jack and looks around confused. Jack reaches into Kelly's purse and pulls out a long, pink, cylindrical shaped object. *
Markson: Is that what I think it is?
Napier: We may have to disinfect the ring after this match.
*He sneaks up behind Doug, sticks it in his mouth and hits a jaw breaker. Doug stumbles around holding his jaw. Jack stands behind him, drops to a knee and punches him in the right butt cheek.*
Markson: I can't believe I'm about to say it, but he just hit him with the Donkey Punch.
*Doug's eyes go wide, his legs start to shake and he grabs his ass in pain. Jack jumps up and hits him with the Load Blower and covers him.... 1.....2.....3. *
Markson: I hope he's proud of himself.
Napier: He should be. He just made that kids dream come true.
*Jack walks around the ring celebrating. Kelly tosses a shirt to Jack and he holds it up. The shirt has a picture of a cartoon donkey wearing a boxing glove, and says "I got Donkey Punched by Jack N. Mehoff." Jack drapes the shirt over his defeated opponent.*
Markson: This is ridiculous, and quite frankly absolutely disgusting.
Napier: Darn right. He's being way too nice, giving the kid a t-shirt for free. He should be charging him for it.
Markson: I think it should go without saying "The views and actions of one Jack N. Mehoff, do not represent those of Thunder Pro Wrestling or its sponsors.". Let's see if we can't present our fans with something a little more wholesome.
*When Booyka Six one nine hits they all jump out of their seats and saw San Diego California owns The Bit luchador landerson comes out on stage with his Wife Angie and Daughter Aaliyah landerson and they all walk down the aisle and landerson gets on the steel steps and Wife and and Daughter follows him alone when landerson holds the second rope for his Wife and Daughter until landerson climbs up the top rope and raise both arms and gets down and heads towards the other ropes and does the exact same thing both arm raised and climbs back down and the time keeper hands The legendary a Microphone while talking to TPW Universe*
Bit luchador| landerson: Qué pasa San Diego,
*TPW Universes cheers for landerson*
Bit luchador|landerson: I am back where I rightfully belong and specially for my Wife Angie and our Daughter Aaliyah Landerson and I will be training our Daughter so that you can become an TPW female wrestler cause when the both of us return back to TPW The father and Daughter dual will team up for the first time and the more we keep winning tag matches then you and I will be the next challenger for the TPW Duos tag team Championship and that's why you and i could team up at Trouble in Paradise.
*TPW chants landers, landerson landerson landerson landerson! *
Bit luchador|landerson: cause I hope you're ready to accept my offer Hija and when I start training you there's no going back and when you and I team up for the first time at Trouble in Paradise PPV then someday in the near future The Father and Daughter dual will fight for Rouge's Gallery Duo's tag team Championship but enough of that though let's get down with this Trouble in Paradise three because there's three slots open one is for Maxwell Stone for his American Championship and then there's Peter Vaughn for his TPW International Champion so I think that I should fight Maxwell stone for his TPW American Championship at Trouble in Paradise three but until then you and I will focus on our first tag team match next week after we comeback form our training and once we do that you'll be definitely ready for your first tag team debut match to team up with your legendary father at Friday night Fury on TPW.
*The ring announcer hands Aaliyah landerson a microphone*
Bit luchador| landerson: Qué pasa San Diego,
*TPW Universes cheers for landerson*
Bit luchador|landerson: I am back where I rightfully belong and specially for my Wife Angie and our Daughter Aaliyah Landerson and I will be training our Daughter so that you can become an TPW female wrestler cause when the both of us return back to TPW The father and Daughter dual will team up for the first time and the more we keep winning tag matches then you and I will be the next challenger for the TPW Duos tag team Championship and that's why you and i could team up at Trouble in Paradise.
*TPW chants landers, landerson landerson landerson landerson! *
Bit luchador|landerson: cause I hope you're ready to accept my offer Hija and when I start training you there's no going back and when you and I team up for the first time at Trouble in Paradise PPV then someday in the near future The Father and Daughter dual will fight for Rouge's Gallery Duo's tag team Championship but enough of that though let's get down with this Trouble in Paradise three because there's three slots open one is for Maxwell Stone for his American Championship and then there's Peter Vaughn for his TPW International Champion so I think that I should fight Maxwell stone for his TPW American Championship at Trouble in Paradise three but until then you and I will focus on our first tag team match next week after we comeback form our training and once we do that you'll be definitely ready for your first tag team debut match to team up with your legendary father at Friday night Fury on TPW.
*The ring announcer hands Aaliyah landerson a microphone*
Princess of The Six one nine| Aaliyah landerson: I really appreciated the offer padre but I think that I should train myself and make my own decisions and trust me on this padre I will team up with you on the next show of Friday night Fury or I can just make myself a singles debut at Trouble in Paradise three and once I do that then you and I could spend some padre and Hijo time after you help me train and make me a better female wrestler for TPW.
*TPW chants Aaliyah, Aaliyah Aaliyah Aaliyah Aaliyah!*
Princess of The Six One nine| Aaliyah landerson: you see padre. if you're gonna help your Hijo then I need a padre to be there with me when you help me become a female wrestler for TPW after you train me So whatever you do don't Embarrass me in front of those TPW wrestlers and I want you to train me really hard and once you and I start teaming up together we're gonna be the best padre and Hijo together when we have our tag team debut at Trouble in Paradise three on TPW.
Bit luchador|landreson: trust me Hijo I would not abandon my own familia and I will help you train and make you an female wrestler so that you can team up with your padre at Trouble in Paradise three on TPW.
Princess of The Six one nine| Aaliyah landerson: that's all I need padre is to help me train for my tag team and singles match cause what if you and I ended up winning and become the newest TPW Duos Tag team Champion after Rouge's Gallery retain there Championship at Trouble in Paradise three on TPW.
Bit luchador| landerson: and like you said Hijo you and I are gonna be the best Father and Daughter dual and be the next challenger for the Duo's tag team Champions whoever leaves out of Trouble in Paradise three because starting next week you and I will have our first father and Daughter tag team debut next Friday on TPW.
Cuz know one can't mess with The Six one nine.
*Booyka six one nine plays when El and Angie in Aaliyah all three was trying to exit out of the ring before someone interrupts The landerson family. As they exit the ring the shot transitions to the announcers desk. *
*TPW chants Aaliyah, Aaliyah Aaliyah Aaliyah Aaliyah!*
Princess of The Six One nine| Aaliyah landerson: you see padre. if you're gonna help your Hijo then I need a padre to be there with me when you help me become a female wrestler for TPW after you train me So whatever you do don't Embarrass me in front of those TPW wrestlers and I want you to train me really hard and once you and I start teaming up together we're gonna be the best padre and Hijo together when we have our tag team debut at Trouble in Paradise three on TPW.
Bit luchador|landreson: trust me Hijo I would not abandon my own familia and I will help you train and make you an female wrestler so that you can team up with your padre at Trouble in Paradise three on TPW.
Princess of The Six one nine| Aaliyah landerson: that's all I need padre is to help me train for my tag team and singles match cause what if you and I ended up winning and become the newest TPW Duos Tag team Champion after Rouge's Gallery retain there Championship at Trouble in Paradise three on TPW.
Bit luchador| landerson: and like you said Hijo you and I are gonna be the best Father and Daughter dual and be the next challenger for the Duo's tag team Champions whoever leaves out of Trouble in Paradise three because starting next week you and I will have our first father and Daughter tag team debut next Friday on TPW.
Cuz know one can't mess with The Six one nine.
*Booyka six one nine plays when El and Angie in Aaliyah all three was trying to exit out of the ring before someone interrupts The landerson family. As they exit the ring the shot transitions to the announcers desk. *
Markson: Looks like we will have a new member of the Landersons debuting soon, and up next, we have a match that should be much better than our opener as Inquisition makes his Thunder Pro debut in a prime spot, a beat the clock challenge.
Napier: That inquisition guy is weird, and that is saying something with some of the characters we've seen come through TPW.
Markson: Well, let's see if he can beat the clock, as Sal Badman is already in the ring.
*The shot switches to Steve Cotton standing in the ring to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a BEAT THE CLOCK MATCH!!!
*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, already in the ring to my left, weighing in at 197lbs, from Minneapolis, MN, Sal Badman.
And his opponent, weighing in at 223lbs, hailing from The Holy Courts, this is INQUISITTTTTIIIOOONNN!!!
*A crow caws.
The lights flicker, as the anxiety-inducing first few chords of Psychosocial erupt across the stadium. As all lights center to the top of the stage, creating a path of light down to the ring. Fans erupt into screams, as the Inquisitor's faithful murder whip out their flashlights. The Inquisitor walks out onto the ramp, clad in his leather trenchcoat, gloved hands in and full-black getup.
The eye-rings around his mask glint in the light, and you can almost feel him smile through it.
With a sudden burst, he dashes down the ring, sliding under the third rope. Throwing his arms out to his side, and his head in the air, he breathes in the sweet sound of fear and adoration. His hands jerk to grasp their opposite shoulders, in a self-hug of sorts. Giving himself a quick squeeze, he runs his hands along his shoulders and across his throat like blades before turning to face his opponent. *
The lights flicker, as the anxiety-inducing first few chords of Psychosocial erupt across the stadium. As all lights center to the top of the stage, creating a path of light down to the ring. Fans erupt into screams, as the Inquisitor's faithful murder whip out their flashlights. The Inquisitor walks out onto the ramp, clad in his leather trenchcoat, gloved hands in and full-black getup.
The eye-rings around his mask glint in the light, and you can almost feel him smile through it.
With a sudden burst, he dashes down the ring, sliding under the third rope. Throwing his arms out to his side, and his head in the air, he breathes in the sweet sound of fear and adoration. His hands jerk to grasp their opposite shoulders, in a self-hug of sorts. Giving himself a quick squeeze, he runs his hands along his shoulders and across his throat like blades before turning to face his opponent. *
Markson: As soon as the bell sounds the timer will start, the person with the fastest victory tonight will receive an American Championship match at Thunder In Paradise.
Napier: I'm upset there isn't a Cabal member in this match, guess we will settle for monopolizing the S.E.X Cup finals and holding onto the International championship.
DING! DING! DING!
* Anticipation hung thick as "Inquisition," the rising star of the squared circle, prepared to face off against the grizzled veteran, "Sal Badman," in a clash of generations. The stage was set for a battle that would not only entertain but also define the legacy of both competitors.
From the moment the bell rang, it was evident that this match would be nothing short of extraordinary. Inquisition, with lightning speed and precision, unleashed a barrage of calculated strikes, starting with a picture-perfect Missile Dropkick that sent Badman staggering. With agility that seemed almost supernatural, Inquisition followed up with a Slingblade that echoed throughout the arena, signaling his intent to dominate.
But Badman, with decades of experience etched into every move, refused to be outdone easily. He countered Inquisition's onslaught with a display of ring savvy, thwarting each attack with well-timed blocks and counters. Yet, for every move Badman blocked, Inquisition had another waiting in the wings. The Dropsault came next, a move executed with such finesse that even the most seasoned of veterans couldn't help but be impressed.
As the match progressed, the audience was treated to a spectacle of athleticism and skill rarely seen. Inquisition's Tornado DDT left fans gasping in awe as Badman found himself on the receiving end of a dizzying whirlwind of momentum. In a moment of sheer brilliance, Inquisition ascended to the top rope, launching himself into the air with a breathtaking Springboard Crossbody that left Badman reeling. The impact reverberated throughout the arena, eliciting a deafening roar from the crowd. Yet, despite the punishment he endured, Badman refused to stay down, summoning the fighting spirit that had defined his illustrious career.
Badman uses his knowledge to stay in the match a few moments more, but as the match reached its climax, Inquisition unleashed a flurry of moves that left no doubt as to his superiority in the ring. The Enzuigiri connected with pinpoint accuracy, followed by the awe-inspiring Dragon Suplex that sent shockwaves through the audience. And just when it seemed like Badman had weathered the storm, Inquisition delivered the coup de grâce – the Corkscrew Senton that left Badman prone and vulnerable.
With the crowd on their feet, Inquisition seized the moment, locking Badman in the excruciating Boston Crab, a submission hold designed to test the limits of endurance. And as Badman struggled against the relentless pressure, Inquisition delivered the final blow – the "Guilty Verdict" (A crucifix bomb into a pin crucifix pin.)
From the moment the bell rang, it was evident that this match would be nothing short of extraordinary. Inquisition, with lightning speed and precision, unleashed a barrage of calculated strikes, starting with a picture-perfect Missile Dropkick that sent Badman staggering. With agility that seemed almost supernatural, Inquisition followed up with a Slingblade that echoed throughout the arena, signaling his intent to dominate.
But Badman, with decades of experience etched into every move, refused to be outdone easily. He countered Inquisition's onslaught with a display of ring savvy, thwarting each attack with well-timed blocks and counters. Yet, for every move Badman blocked, Inquisition had another waiting in the wings. The Dropsault came next, a move executed with such finesse that even the most seasoned of veterans couldn't help but be impressed.
As the match progressed, the audience was treated to a spectacle of athleticism and skill rarely seen. Inquisition's Tornado DDT left fans gasping in awe as Badman found himself on the receiving end of a dizzying whirlwind of momentum. In a moment of sheer brilliance, Inquisition ascended to the top rope, launching himself into the air with a breathtaking Springboard Crossbody that left Badman reeling. The impact reverberated throughout the arena, eliciting a deafening roar from the crowd. Yet, despite the punishment he endured, Badman refused to stay down, summoning the fighting spirit that had defined his illustrious career.
Badman uses his knowledge to stay in the match a few moments more, but as the match reached its climax, Inquisition unleashed a flurry of moves that left no doubt as to his superiority in the ring. The Enzuigiri connected with pinpoint accuracy, followed by the awe-inspiring Dragon Suplex that sent shockwaves through the audience. And just when it seemed like Badman had weathered the storm, Inquisition delivered the coup de grâce – the Corkscrew Senton that left Badman prone and vulnerable.
With the crowd on their feet, Inquisition seized the moment, locking Badman in the excruciating Boston Crab, a submission hold designed to test the limits of endurance. And as Badman struggled against the relentless pressure, Inquisition delivered the final blow – the "Guilty Verdict" (A crucifix bomb into a pin crucifix pin.)
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Steve Cotton: The winner, with a time of 7:07.... INQUISITION!!!
*The scene focuses on Inquisition setting in the corner as the scene fades to commercial. *
*The shot returns from commercial break to backstage to a dark and secluded stairwell. Sitting there on the stairs with his hands folded in front of him and staring off into the distance was Jayce Piece. His eyes had a certain amount of sorrow in them. His voice breaking the otherwise unsettling silence. *
Jayce Pierce: What am I doing here?
*His expression remained pretty blankless. Along with his eyes continued to stare off into space. Not actually acknowledging the cameras or camera crew before him. *
Jayce Pierce: That’s a legitimate question I ask myself week in and week out. What am I doing here? Not just what am I doing here in the sense of Thunder Pro Wrestling. But what am I doing here in life? What am I doing with myself? Where do I stand? Where do I go? How do I become a factor? Why did my life turn out the way it did? So many questions spin off just that one. And I’ve got not one answer to any of them.
*Jayce found himself taking his head from side to side.*
Jayce Pierce: It’s no secret that I haven’t exactly made the most of my life. Ever since I was young I was always involved in all the wrong things. I craved violence. I got a thrill out of being able to steal and get away with it. Until I didn’t get away with it anymore. It all caught up to me. Putting me in prison not once but twice. Because I’m an idiot that didn’t learn my lesson the first time. That second sentence being a longer one and forcing me to realize what I have done. Come to terms with the mistakes I’ve made so to speak. But they don’t end there.
*The response from the crowd could be heard just a little bit in the back. He was someone that was still very new to them. The way he was painting himself did him no favors. That’s why a few boos could be heard. It was then his eyes had finally locked onto the cameras before him. *
Jayce Pierce: I failed in another aspect of my life. I failed at being a father. Because I couldn’t keep myself out of trouble. Because I couldn’t be a man. I wasn’t able to be a part of my daughter’s life. I wasn’t there to be there for all the important milestones. I wasn’t there to be able to offer advice and guidance. And now that I’m out. She wants nothing to do with me. To the point that she’s gone as far as taking an order of protection out against me. That might be the most heartbreaking thing for a man to have to deal with. But as heartbreaking as it is, I’m not an idiot. I can’t say I blame her for her mindset. I failed her. More than once.
*There was a certain bitter taste in his mouth. His facial expressions told that much. Bitter for the man to admit. It didn’t help hearing a few more boos being thrown in his direction.*
Jayce Pierce: All I got right now is wrestling. That’s the only true positive in my life. And that is slowly but surely starting to become a failure. I had a chance to put myself on the map in that battle royale back in December at Winter Wrestleland. I failed at doing that. That’s something I admitted to because I’m the type of man that can admit my failures. Now more than ever, but even in taking the blame. What did I do to turn it around? I’d say nothing. Because defeating someone that was a stolen walking gimmick. Defeating someone that’s a gigantic meme to the wrestling someone. Having a win over someone that is viewed as a joke. That holds no weight. It has no value and it just makes me look like a joke to all of you.
*Once again he shook his head from side to side.*
Jayce Pierce: And I didn’t do myself any favors by disappearing over the last few weeks. I gave no one a reason to care one way or the other about me. I allowed myself to become irrelevant. I’m on that very slippery fast slope to this being something else I have failed at. Just another mistake in my long list of them. But I don’t want it to be. Therefore I have to do something different. It starts with me. I’m the only one that can succeed. So let this be a message to TPW.
*Jayce found himself pushing himself off the steps. Standing there with his narrow eyes on the camera before him.*
Jayce Pierce: I’m not going to be someone that calls this person or that person out. I’m not going to be someone that demands I be put in the main event. I’m not even going to be someone that is obsessed with championship gold. If I’m meant to be a champion. If I’m meant to be a main event player. If I’m meant to be in the ring with the best this place has to offer. Then, it’ll happen through my hard work and mine alone. All I want is an opportunity. Give me something to sink my teeth into. Give me a reason to prove I’m not a wasted sign. One opportunity and I’ll make the most of it. I’ve got no other option but to make the most of it.
*A slight nod in his head was seen. A full understanding of sorts in what he needed to do, but based off the crowd response. There weren't too many people that wanted to see him get that opportunity. Doing his best to ignore the response. He spoke once more.*
Jayce Pierce: For anyone in the back. If you have a problem with me asking for that opportunity. If you have a problem with the fact that I care that much. If you’ve got a problem with me wanting to be more than someone that just collects a paycheck week to week. Then you’ve got one option and one option only: Fight me! You can fight me tonight. You can fight me next week. You can fight me a month from now. But that is the only option. You’ve got a problem with me, then come fight me like a man.
Jayce Pierce: What am I doing here?
*His expression remained pretty blankless. Along with his eyes continued to stare off into space. Not actually acknowledging the cameras or camera crew before him. *
Jayce Pierce: That’s a legitimate question I ask myself week in and week out. What am I doing here? Not just what am I doing here in the sense of Thunder Pro Wrestling. But what am I doing here in life? What am I doing with myself? Where do I stand? Where do I go? How do I become a factor? Why did my life turn out the way it did? So many questions spin off just that one. And I’ve got not one answer to any of them.
*Jayce found himself taking his head from side to side.*
Jayce Pierce: It’s no secret that I haven’t exactly made the most of my life. Ever since I was young I was always involved in all the wrong things. I craved violence. I got a thrill out of being able to steal and get away with it. Until I didn’t get away with it anymore. It all caught up to me. Putting me in prison not once but twice. Because I’m an idiot that didn’t learn my lesson the first time. That second sentence being a longer one and forcing me to realize what I have done. Come to terms with the mistakes I’ve made so to speak. But they don’t end there.
*The response from the crowd could be heard just a little bit in the back. He was someone that was still very new to them. The way he was painting himself did him no favors. That’s why a few boos could be heard. It was then his eyes had finally locked onto the cameras before him. *
Jayce Pierce: I failed in another aspect of my life. I failed at being a father. Because I couldn’t keep myself out of trouble. Because I couldn’t be a man. I wasn’t able to be a part of my daughter’s life. I wasn’t there to be there for all the important milestones. I wasn’t there to be able to offer advice and guidance. And now that I’m out. She wants nothing to do with me. To the point that she’s gone as far as taking an order of protection out against me. That might be the most heartbreaking thing for a man to have to deal with. But as heartbreaking as it is, I’m not an idiot. I can’t say I blame her for her mindset. I failed her. More than once.
*There was a certain bitter taste in his mouth. His facial expressions told that much. Bitter for the man to admit. It didn’t help hearing a few more boos being thrown in his direction.*
Jayce Pierce: All I got right now is wrestling. That’s the only true positive in my life. And that is slowly but surely starting to become a failure. I had a chance to put myself on the map in that battle royale back in December at Winter Wrestleland. I failed at doing that. That’s something I admitted to because I’m the type of man that can admit my failures. Now more than ever, but even in taking the blame. What did I do to turn it around? I’d say nothing. Because defeating someone that was a stolen walking gimmick. Defeating someone that’s a gigantic meme to the wrestling someone. Having a win over someone that is viewed as a joke. That holds no weight. It has no value and it just makes me look like a joke to all of you.
*Once again he shook his head from side to side.*
Jayce Pierce: And I didn’t do myself any favors by disappearing over the last few weeks. I gave no one a reason to care one way or the other about me. I allowed myself to become irrelevant. I’m on that very slippery fast slope to this being something else I have failed at. Just another mistake in my long list of them. But I don’t want it to be. Therefore I have to do something different. It starts with me. I’m the only one that can succeed. So let this be a message to TPW.
*Jayce found himself pushing himself off the steps. Standing there with his narrow eyes on the camera before him.*
Jayce Pierce: I’m not going to be someone that calls this person or that person out. I’m not going to be someone that demands I be put in the main event. I’m not even going to be someone that is obsessed with championship gold. If I’m meant to be a champion. If I’m meant to be a main event player. If I’m meant to be in the ring with the best this place has to offer. Then, it’ll happen through my hard work and mine alone. All I want is an opportunity. Give me something to sink my teeth into. Give me a reason to prove I’m not a wasted sign. One opportunity and I’ll make the most of it. I’ve got no other option but to make the most of it.
*A slight nod in his head was seen. A full understanding of sorts in what he needed to do, but based off the crowd response. There weren't too many people that wanted to see him get that opportunity. Doing his best to ignore the response. He spoke once more.*
Jayce Pierce: For anyone in the back. If you have a problem with me asking for that opportunity. If you have a problem with the fact that I care that much. If you’ve got a problem with me wanting to be more than someone that just collects a paycheck week to week. Then you’ve got one option and one option only: Fight me! You can fight me tonight. You can fight me next week. You can fight me a month from now. But that is the only option. You’ve got a problem with me, then come fight me like a man.
*The shot fads from Jayce's face looking intense to the ring where Steve Cotton stands ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Lowell, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 154lbs, this is Word Life, Berretta BAAAADLEEEEE!!!
*When Heart of A Lion hits she comes out with her wrestling gear and walks straight down the aisle in slaps little kids and adults hands and she gets inside of the ropes and does a split in the middle ring in gets up; and waits for her Opponent to arrive. *
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, hailing from Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Newfoundland and Labrador, weighing in at 450lbs, RICKY MCGEEEEEE!!!!!
*Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers - The Gravel Pits plays and Ricky walks to the ring. *
DING! DING! DING!
*As the bell rings McGee explodes out of the corner charging the confused Berreta with murderous intent. Berreta plays possum and elegantly ducks under the reach of the lumbjack coming up behind the big man, who stops himself at the ropes. McGee spins around and prepares to charge again, but Berretta utilizing his speed is already beside him punishing the big mans leg with a series of stinging kicks. Furiously McGee pushes Berreta off, sending Berretta bouncing off the turnbuckles in the corner. Wasting little time Berretta goes back on the attack on the leg, but once more the McGee pushes him off. As Berreta once more ends up in the corner, McGee spins to face her and charges in squashing his smaller opponent up against the turnbuckles.*
Napier: HA!!! Berretta Berreta is now a pancake.
Markson: I believe Lumberjacks eat flapjacks. Still though, both competitors are looking impressive here in the beginning.
Napier: Impressive? Are we watching the same match?
*As McGee steps back Berreta staggers out of the corner and right into the clutches of the big man, who scoops her up and plants her on the mat with a slam. On the mat Berretta arches her hurting back, but she has no time to rest as the big man drags her back up and hoists her upside down into the air for a suplex. Desperately Berretta starts to fight back trying to knee the big man in the face, instead, McGee is brought off balance and drops Berretta back down on her feet. With a well-placed knee to the abdomen of the big man Berreta takes control of her opponent going for a snapmare, but McGee won’t budge. Again Berretta tries to take the big man over, trying to leap into the move, but ends just hanging mid-air.*
Markson: Guess Berreta underestimated McGee power there
*As the bell rings McGee explodes out of the corner charging the confused Berreta with murderous intent. Berreta plays possum and elegantly ducks under the reach of the lumbjack coming up behind the big man, who stops himself at the ropes. McGee spins around and prepares to charge again, but Berretta utilizing his speed is already beside him punishing the big mans leg with a series of stinging kicks. Furiously McGee pushes Berreta off, sending Berretta bouncing off the turnbuckles in the corner. Wasting little time Berretta goes back on the attack on the leg, but once more the McGee pushes him off. As Berreta once more ends up in the corner, McGee spins to face her and charges in squashing his smaller opponent up against the turnbuckles.*
Napier: HA!!! Berretta Berreta is now a pancake.
Markson: I believe Lumberjacks eat flapjacks. Still though, both competitors are looking impressive here in the beginning.
Napier: Impressive? Are we watching the same match?
*As McGee steps back Berreta staggers out of the corner and right into the clutches of the big man, who scoops her up and plants her on the mat with a slam. On the mat Berretta arches her hurting back, but she has no time to rest as the big man drags her back up and hoists her upside down into the air for a suplex. Desperately Berretta starts to fight back trying to knee the big man in the face, instead, McGee is brought off balance and drops Berretta back down on her feet. With a well-placed knee to the abdomen of the big man Berreta takes control of her opponent going for a snapmare, but McGee won’t budge. Again Berretta tries to take the big man over, trying to leap into the move, but ends just hanging mid-air.*
Markson: Guess Berreta underestimated McGee power there
Napier: That girth comes with added power.
*As Berretta is hanging there she rubs his chin, once more trying to throw the big man but to no avail. Suddenly Berreta lights up in a big grin and throws her knee upwards nailing McGee with a knee to the skull. McGee staggers backward as a “We Love Berreta” chant starts brewing in the crowd. Wasting little time Berretta is already back on the leg of the big man landing another series of stiff kicks, before attempting to whip him into the ropes. McGee e grabs his opponent by the throat and yanks her up into the air. Berretta desperately tries to get free, but McGee doesn't even seem fazed by the left and rights of his opponent.*
Napier: I think Berretta is just angering the Lumberjack.
*Still holding Berretta by the throat McGee raises his hand and cuts his opponent down with a skull-splitting chop. As Berreta hits the mat the big man grabs her and drags hr into position facing the corner, McGee locks Berretta's legs and falls backwards sending Berreta face first into the turnbuckles. Spinning to his feet McGee is back on his opponent wrapping Berretta up in the Pumphandle and flinging her across the ring with a fall-away slam-like move. The momentum sends Berretta face-first on the mat and rolling out under the bottom rope.*
Markson: What strength behind that move, Berretta could be hurt here.
*On the opposite side of the ring McGee slides out and walks around to where Berretta is rising near the ring. Dazed Berreta throws a couple of wild swings as the big man grabs her and throws her back first into the guardrail. Like a sack of potatoes Berretta sits up against the steel barricade as McGee backs up and charges in crushing Berreta's head against the steel with a big boot.*
Napier: McGee sure popped the zit called Berretta Berreta's head!!!
Markson: Good grief you're disgusting, Berretta could be in serious trouble here.
*Barely moving Berreta is on the arena floor, the fans cheering for her to get up as McGee towers over her. The big man grabs his opponent and tries to drag her to her feet, but Berreta's legs are jelly and she drops back down. Spreading his arms out to both sides McGee unleashes a roar, he looks down at Berretta who is slowly fighting to get to her knees, and yanks her up throwing her over his shoulder and like a rag doll almost throwing her back in the ring between the middle and bottom rope. Taking his time McGee follows, as he steps in, Berreta is up to her knees, with a little blood running from the side of her mouth, the big man grabs her by the head and levels Berretta with a brutal headbutt. Berreta is out on the mat and McGee drags her into the center of the ring before dropping down on top of her for the pin.*
Markson: This could all be over.
Napier: And the message sent to every new guy in that locker room, don't mess with McGee!!!
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*In the last second Berreta gets a shoulder up. The big man looks down at his opponent in disbelief before violently pulling her back up. With ease, Berretta is hoisted up on McGee's shoulders as he sets up for a power slam, but with a sudden burst of energy Berretta fights back with club-like blows to the face and head off the big man. With a swift movement, Berretta swings down off the big man's shoulders catching his head on the way and driving McGee's head into the mat with a DDT.*
Napier: That's impossible I demand Berreta be tested for steroids!!!
Markson: Good luck with that, she has the power of John Blade in her genes.
*A “Berreta's Awesome!!!” chant thunders through the arena, as both competitors start to stir, Berretta is the first back to her feet, shaking her head clear, as the fans finally get her attention. A big smile grows on her face as she looks around, a few steps from here McGee is up on one knee, still a little groggy from the DDT. Quickly Berreta bounces off the ropes and knocks the big man back down with a running knee strike, but McGee doesn't stay down and is almost instantly back to a knee. Once more Berretta takes it to the ropes and somersaults over the kneeling big man, taking him to the mat with a cutter. *
Markson: She did it!!!! Berretta got the big man down!!!
Napier: Bah!!! Just beginners luck.
*With a kip up Berreta is back on her feet gazing out on the roaring crowd, then back down at her opponent. She starts nodding in tune the with the chant before sticking her hand in the air. *
Markson: ARE WE GOING TO SEE IT!?!
Napier: You can’t see it.
*With the crowd cheering her on Berretta hits the ropes, bounces over Mcgee, hits the ropes again, comes back dusting her shoulder off and drops the fist for a five-knuckle shuffle. Berretaa instantly rolls to her feet and bows to the crowd.*
Markson: The most electrifying move in Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Napier: *Fart noise.*
*Berreta is up in the corner posing for the fans, before springing to the top rope, spinning around and jumping off for the Attitude Adjustment (Split-legged leg Drop). McGee is able to roll out of the way and Berreta lands hard in a bad situation. McGee pulls himself up using the ropes, as Berretta ia trying to move out of the split, but McGee charges at her and nails Berretta with a running butt to the face. McGee keeps his momentum going, hitting the ropes and coming back with the The Big Tump (Jumping Elbow Drop) landing hard on Berrta’s chest, and staying on for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. RICKY MCGEEEEEE!!!
Markson: Impressive showing by both competitors.
Napier: But more impressive for Ricky McGee, because he won.
Markson: Well, I suppose you are right about that.
Napier: I'm always right.
* The shot fades from Napier's face to the backstage area. Tonight was a night that would determine what came next. Who would advance in the tournament, the next round of the S.E.X. Cup. A step closer to the finish line and with that comes an increase in competition. Everyone wants it. The question always becomes who wants it more?
With his head hanging, Shawn Warstein comes into view as the cameras cut backstage. At the edge of the bench along the lockers, he was in his ring gear and a hoodie. Looking as ready as he was going to be for tonight. The minutes grew closer to the moment that would take place inside the ring. *
“Knock, Knock, hope you ain't got your willy out!”
*The voice at the door doesn't wait for a response as Jason Cashe shoves into the locker room. Warstein, lifting his head long enough to make eye contact, goes back to his own thoughts. The peacefulness he had was now lost. *
Cashe: “Why so glum, chum? We bout to get in a woooorld of fun tonight! Are you ready?”
Warstein: “I’ve been ready. Are you ready?”
His head doesn't rise in his response. Warstein was in a zone and it didn't come with the energy or antics expected from Cashe. This is what made them different.. Among other things.
Cashe: “Me? Ready? Born Ready.. Hey! That could be our Team name if you weren't such a stick in the mud!”
Now his head rises. His eyes stare over at Cashe from under the upper rim of his hoodie. There was a very Sith Lord vibe to it and on cue with that mention, in walks the very person who brought Warstein and Cashe together as a unit. Sloane Taylor.
Sloane: “Are we finally bonding?!”
Cashe: “Yerrp!”
Warstein: “No..”
Cashe: “Agree to disagree!”
Warstein: “Just disagree..”
Looking from Cashe to Sloane, Shawn Warstein pushes to his feet. In an attempt to be more serious, Cashe puts his hand on Warstein’s shoulder. Warstein pulls away as his eyes cut to his ‘partner’.
Cashe: “Round one, we had it easy. Blood Omen was nothing to be concerned about but this round?”
Warstein: “Blood Oath. You said Omen.. Again..”
Cashe: “It's not Omen?”
Looking at his wife, Sloane for confirmation. She shakes her head ‘no’ to reaffirm him saying their name wrong. Shrugging at the mistake made.
Cashe: “Blood Loss. I don't care what their pronouns are.. They took an L and are no longer of any concern!”
Warstein: “And tonight? Will you do what you need to do to beat your.. Sister?”
Pondering the thought. Cashe again shrugs.
Cashe: “She would do the same to me. This isn't about family. It's about SEX!”
Both Warstein and Sloane shot Cashe wide eyed stares. He wasn't wrong per say but the way he said it. It was not abbreviated with the acronym.
Warstein: “I’m leaving..”
He moved towards the door, stopping only to give Sloane a brief hug. At the door, Shawn Warstein turns back, looking over his right shoulder.
Warstein: “Just be ready to do what we need to do to win.”
Giving him the old Salute and response, Cashe calls out.
Cashe: “Aye Aye, Captain!”
Warstein was gone. Moving in closer, Sloane looks up at her Husband.
Sloane: “Excuse me? I am the Captain around here, mister!”
*Cashe hugs her and smiles. "Tonight was going to be fun!" he says as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
With his head hanging, Shawn Warstein comes into view as the cameras cut backstage. At the edge of the bench along the lockers, he was in his ring gear and a hoodie. Looking as ready as he was going to be for tonight. The minutes grew closer to the moment that would take place inside the ring. *
“Knock, Knock, hope you ain't got your willy out!”
*The voice at the door doesn't wait for a response as Jason Cashe shoves into the locker room. Warstein, lifting his head long enough to make eye contact, goes back to his own thoughts. The peacefulness he had was now lost. *
Cashe: “Why so glum, chum? We bout to get in a woooorld of fun tonight! Are you ready?”
Warstein: “I’ve been ready. Are you ready?”
His head doesn't rise in his response. Warstein was in a zone and it didn't come with the energy or antics expected from Cashe. This is what made them different.. Among other things.
Cashe: “Me? Ready? Born Ready.. Hey! That could be our Team name if you weren't such a stick in the mud!”
Now his head rises. His eyes stare over at Cashe from under the upper rim of his hoodie. There was a very Sith Lord vibe to it and on cue with that mention, in walks the very person who brought Warstein and Cashe together as a unit. Sloane Taylor.
Sloane: “Are we finally bonding?!”
Cashe: “Yerrp!”
Warstein: “No..”
Cashe: “Agree to disagree!”
Warstein: “Just disagree..”
Looking from Cashe to Sloane, Shawn Warstein pushes to his feet. In an attempt to be more serious, Cashe puts his hand on Warstein’s shoulder. Warstein pulls away as his eyes cut to his ‘partner’.
Cashe: “Round one, we had it easy. Blood Omen was nothing to be concerned about but this round?”
Warstein: “Blood Oath. You said Omen.. Again..”
Cashe: “It's not Omen?”
Looking at his wife, Sloane for confirmation. She shakes her head ‘no’ to reaffirm him saying their name wrong. Shrugging at the mistake made.
Cashe: “Blood Loss. I don't care what their pronouns are.. They took an L and are no longer of any concern!”
Warstein: “And tonight? Will you do what you need to do to beat your.. Sister?”
Pondering the thought. Cashe again shrugs.
Cashe: “She would do the same to me. This isn't about family. It's about SEX!”
Both Warstein and Sloane shot Cashe wide eyed stares. He wasn't wrong per say but the way he said it. It was not abbreviated with the acronym.
Warstein: “I’m leaving..”
He moved towards the door, stopping only to give Sloane a brief hug. At the door, Shawn Warstein turns back, looking over his right shoulder.
Warstein: “Just be ready to do what we need to do to win.”
Giving him the old Salute and response, Cashe calls out.
Cashe: “Aye Aye, Captain!”
Warstein was gone. Moving in closer, Sloane looks up at her Husband.
Sloane: “Excuse me? I am the Captain around here, mister!”
*Cashe hugs her and smiles. "Tonight was going to be fun!" he says as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring, ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The next match is scheduled for one fall, as a Fatal Fourway match!! Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 260 lbs, from Boston, Massachusetts, here is “THE SURGEON OF THUGANOMICS” JOHN BLADE!!
The Time is now hits as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
Steve Cotton: Now coming to the ring, standing 6’0” and weighing 165 lbs, from Athens, Greece, here is OCTAVIA BAKAS!!
As "Wings of Pallas" begins to play, the arena dims leaving a spotlight at the entrance ramp. Octavia Bakas steps out, pausing to survey the crowd with a determined gaze. She walks with purpose towards the ring, her posture a balance of elegance and readiness for battle. Upon reaching the ring, she ascends the steps and stands on the apron, raising her arms to acknowledge the crowd. With a swift and athletic leap over the ropes, she lands in the ring, her eyes fixed on the prize ahead.
Steve Cotton: Next, standing 6’3” and weighing 229 lbs, from London, U.K. via Atlanta Georgia, here is TONY SAVAGE!!
Savage comes out to “Off Deez” by J.I.D. featuring J Cole. He’s wearing his black warmup jacket adorned with the Stars and Stripes, as well as the Union Jack. He moves down towards the ring, ready to fight, as he looks at the other competitors waiting for him.
Steve Cotton: And our final entrant, standing 6’6” and weighing 260 lbs, from Manhattan, New York, he is a former TPW International Champion, here is LARRY TACT!!
"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
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: All four of these competitors look ready to go here tonight. You’d have to think that Tact would have the edge as a stand-out star here in TPW, but you can’t rule out the success others have had elsewhere.
Napier: You can never underestimate John Blade. The guy never gives up.
The bell sounds, starting things off for this Fatal Fourway. All four wrestlers stare at each other from their respective corners, as we wait to see who makes the first move. It turns out to be Blade, as he walks towards Larry Tact, pointing at him and waving his hand in front of his face. But Tact answers by smacking the hand away, surprising Blade. Tact follows it up with right hands, driving Blade back, even as Savage and Bakas lock up, with Savage quickly shoving Bakas back into the corner. He starts landing shoulder shots, driving them into Bakas’ gut, before stepping away from her. He turns back to where Tact has lifted Blade up, bodyslamming the man before turning around. He and Savage lock eyes and meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up.
Markson: Two icons of the sport right here! Savage and Tact have wrestled around the world!
Napier: I don’t care about their past, I want to see them knock each other out in the present! Start swinging, guys!
Savage and Tact shoot some jibes back and forth, looking ready to brawl. But as both rear back, suddenly Bakas returns, giving Savage a Greek Lightning Leg Sweep!! Tact, surprised, hesitates, only to get picked up from behind and suplexed by Blade! Both Savage and Tact roll out of the way, as Blade and Bakas get up. Blade steps forward, energized, but Bakas meets him with an Olympic Takedown, followed by a second one! She then grabs Blade by the leg, applying an Athens Ankle Lock!! Blade is fighting, trying to get free, as Bakas tightens her grip… only for Savage to return with a double leg takedown on Bakas followed by a top mount, punching away with MMA shots! Blade rolls away, holding his ankle and trying to recover.
Napier: See? He didn’t give up! I was right!
Markson: He was only in the hold for a few seconds.
Napier: Please, like you would have lasted that long.
Markson: … Let’s get back to the match.
Back in the ring, Savage has Bakas up now, trying to get her locked into a double arm DDT. But Tact is back, hammering Savage in the back of the head. Bakas takes full advantage, reversing the hold and flipping Savage overhead, knocking him to the mat! Bakas doesn’t have time to celebrate, though, as Tact is right on her, picking her up and delivering a death valley driver!! Tact then rolls over on top, making the first cover of the match…
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The Time is now hits as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
Steve Cotton: Now coming to the ring, standing 6’0” and weighing 165 lbs, from Athens, Greece, here is OCTAVIA BAKAS!!
As "Wings of Pallas" begins to play, the arena dims leaving a spotlight at the entrance ramp. Octavia Bakas steps out, pausing to survey the crowd with a determined gaze. She walks with purpose towards the ring, her posture a balance of elegance and readiness for battle. Upon reaching the ring, she ascends the steps and stands on the apron, raising her arms to acknowledge the crowd. With a swift and athletic leap over the ropes, she lands in the ring, her eyes fixed on the prize ahead.
Steve Cotton: Next, standing 6’3” and weighing 229 lbs, from London, U.K. via Atlanta Georgia, here is TONY SAVAGE!!
Savage comes out to “Off Deez” by J.I.D. featuring J Cole. He’s wearing his black warmup jacket adorned with the Stars and Stripes, as well as the Union Jack. He moves down towards the ring, ready to fight, as he looks at the other competitors waiting for him.
Steve Cotton: And our final entrant, standing 6’6” and weighing 260 lbs, from Manhattan, New York, he is a former TPW International Champion, here is LARRY TACT!!
"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, 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: All four of these competitors look ready to go here tonight. You’d have to think that Tact would have the edge as a stand-out star here in TPW, but you can’t rule out the success others have had elsewhere.
Napier: You can never underestimate John Blade. The guy never gives up.
The bell sounds, starting things off for this Fatal Fourway. All four wrestlers stare at each other from their respective corners, as we wait to see who makes the first move. It turns out to be Blade, as he walks towards Larry Tact, pointing at him and waving his hand in front of his face. But Tact answers by smacking the hand away, surprising Blade. Tact follows it up with right hands, driving Blade back, even as Savage and Bakas lock up, with Savage quickly shoving Bakas back into the corner. He starts landing shoulder shots, driving them into Bakas’ gut, before stepping away from her. He turns back to where Tact has lifted Blade up, bodyslamming the man before turning around. He and Savage lock eyes and meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up.
Markson: Two icons of the sport right here! Savage and Tact have wrestled around the world!
Napier: I don’t care about their past, I want to see them knock each other out in the present! Start swinging, guys!
Savage and Tact shoot some jibes back and forth, looking ready to brawl. But as both rear back, suddenly Bakas returns, giving Savage a Greek Lightning Leg Sweep!! Tact, surprised, hesitates, only to get picked up from behind and suplexed by Blade! Both Savage and Tact roll out of the way, as Blade and Bakas get up. Blade steps forward, energized, but Bakas meets him with an Olympic Takedown, followed by a second one! She then grabs Blade by the leg, applying an Athens Ankle Lock!! Blade is fighting, trying to get free, as Bakas tightens her grip… only for Savage to return with a double leg takedown on Bakas followed by a top mount, punching away with MMA shots! Blade rolls away, holding his ankle and trying to recover.
Napier: See? He didn’t give up! I was right!
Markson: He was only in the hold for a few seconds.
Napier: Please, like you would have lasted that long.
Markson: … Let’s get back to the match.
Back in the ring, Savage has Bakas up now, trying to get her locked into a double arm DDT. But Tact is back, hammering Savage in the back of the head. Bakas takes full advantage, reversing the hold and flipping Savage overhead, knocking him to the mat! Bakas doesn’t have time to celebrate, though, as Tact is right on her, picking her up and delivering a death valley driver!! Tact then rolls over on top, making the first cover of the match…
1…
2…
Kickout!!
Tact gets up, immediately going back towards Blade, who has gotten up. He grabs hold, ready to get Blade up with a vertical suplex. But Savage comes back in, joining in on the action and helping Blade block it. The two men then lift, giving Tact a double suplex! Tact rolls away, as Blade and Savage both pop up. They turn, heading towards a recovering Bakas and grabbing hold of her, delivering a double suplex to her as well! Blade and Savage get back up, with Blade offering a high five. Savage immediately nails him with a right hand, driving Blade back into the corner!
Markson: Allegiances are always short-lived in matches like these.
Napier: Savage is just there to fight everyone. He’s got enough friends in the business.
Blade tries to fight back, landing a few shots on Savage, but Savage manages a kick right to his hurting ankle, causing Blade to limp off in pain. Savage then grabs hold of Blade, landing a shin breaker that drops Blade to the mat! Savage immediately applies a calf crusher submission, as Blade yells out, fighting against the pain. Savage works over the already targeted leg, but Tact runs in and breaks it up, kicking Savage in the side. Savage rolls away, with Tact following, stomping away. Blade struggles to get up, his leg killing him, but now Bakas is there, jumping into him and getting a victory roll to take him down!
1…
Tact gets up, immediately going back towards Blade, who has gotten up. He grabs hold, ready to get Blade up with a vertical suplex. But Savage comes back in, joining in on the action and helping Blade block it. The two men then lift, giving Tact a double suplex! Tact rolls away, as Blade and Savage both pop up. They turn, heading towards a recovering Bakas and grabbing hold of her, delivering a double suplex to her as well! Blade and Savage get back up, with Blade offering a high five. Savage immediately nails him with a right hand, driving Blade back into the corner!
Markson: Allegiances are always short-lived in matches like these.
Napier: Savage is just there to fight everyone. He’s got enough friends in the business.
Blade tries to fight back, landing a few shots on Savage, but Savage manages a kick right to his hurting ankle, causing Blade to limp off in pain. Savage then grabs hold of Blade, landing a shin breaker that drops Blade to the mat! Savage immediately applies a calf crusher submission, as Blade yells out, fighting against the pain. Savage works over the already targeted leg, but Tact runs in and breaks it up, kicking Savage in the side. Savage rolls away, with Tact following, stomping away. Blade struggles to get up, his leg killing him, but now Bakas is there, jumping into him and getting a victory roll to take him down!
1…
2…
Kickout!!
Both wrestlers get up, with Bakas stepping back, prepared. Blade rises up, limping, as Bakas runs in for a Herculean Hurricanrana… but Blade hangs onto the ropes for support, keeping the move from completing! He then lifts Bakas back up, trying to dump her overhead, but she keeps her legs hooked, sending both wrestlers toppling over the top rope and falling to the apron, followed by the floor!! The referee slides out of the ring to check on both of them, making sure there are no serious injuries from the impact.
Markson: That was a heavy bump for John and Octavia!
Napier: It’s impossible to know who got the worst of it, but we certainly got the best of it, getting to watch them fall!
Markson: You thrive on negativity, don’t you, Nick?
Napier: Hey, now, I’m positive I enjoyed that spot!
With two wrestlers temporarily incapacitated, Tact tries to take advantage. He gets Savage set up for a German suplex, lifting him up, but Savage manages to break Tact’s grip before it happens, dropping back to his feet. He then spins around a startled Tact, locking him up instead before delivering a T-Bone suplex!! Savage pulls himself up, running a hand across his lips where he took a punch earlier. He seems annoyed, moving towards a recovering Tact and bodychecking him into the corner. Savage then begins to work Tact over like a heavy bag, landing the Ten Piece and a Biscuit combination!! The final uppercut takes Tact down, with Savage looking fired up. He waits as Tact uses the ropes to pull himself up, and then comes in, going for the Osaka Street Cutter. But Tact blocks it, suddenly lifting Savage up and delivering the Tactilizer!! Both men are down for a few seconds after that, even as Blade rolls painfully into the ring. He dives onto Savage, grabbing a leg for the cover.
1…
Both wrestlers get up, with Bakas stepping back, prepared. Blade rises up, limping, as Bakas runs in for a Herculean Hurricanrana… but Blade hangs onto the ropes for support, keeping the move from completing! He then lifts Bakas back up, trying to dump her overhead, but she keeps her legs hooked, sending both wrestlers toppling over the top rope and falling to the apron, followed by the floor!! The referee slides out of the ring to check on both of them, making sure there are no serious injuries from the impact.
Markson: That was a heavy bump for John and Octavia!
Napier: It’s impossible to know who got the worst of it, but we certainly got the best of it, getting to watch them fall!
Markson: You thrive on negativity, don’t you, Nick?
Napier: Hey, now, I’m positive I enjoyed that spot!
With two wrestlers temporarily incapacitated, Tact tries to take advantage. He gets Savage set up for a German suplex, lifting him up, but Savage manages to break Tact’s grip before it happens, dropping back to his feet. He then spins around a startled Tact, locking him up instead before delivering a T-Bone suplex!! Savage pulls himself up, running a hand across his lips where he took a punch earlier. He seems annoyed, moving towards a recovering Tact and bodychecking him into the corner. Savage then begins to work Tact over like a heavy bag, landing the Ten Piece and a Biscuit combination!! The final uppercut takes Tact down, with Savage looking fired up. He waits as Tact uses the ropes to pull himself up, and then comes in, going for the Osaka Street Cutter. But Tact blocks it, suddenly lifting Savage up and delivering the Tactilizer!! Both men are down for a few seconds after that, even as Blade rolls painfully into the ring. He dives onto Savage, grabbing a leg for the cover.
1…
2…
Kickout!!
Markson: Blade almost took full advantage of that Tactilizer!
Napier: Hey, that’s the perfect time to strike. Let someone else do the heavy lifting and take all the credit for yourself!
Markson: I doubt that’s what Blade was thinking.
Blade gets up, rushing towards a recovering Tact and nailing him with a running clothesline. Tact pops back up, but Blade gets a second clothesline, taking him down again. Blade then grabs Tact as he struggles to rise once more, lifting him up and delivering a side slam! Blade then hits the ropes and comes back, dropping a heavy punch onto Tact before making the cover.
1…
Markson: Blade almost took full advantage of that Tactilizer!
Napier: Hey, that’s the perfect time to strike. Let someone else do the heavy lifting and take all the credit for yourself!
Markson: I doubt that’s what Blade was thinking.
Blade gets up, rushing towards a recovering Tact and nailing him with a running clothesline. Tact pops back up, but Blade gets a second clothesline, taking him down again. Blade then grabs Tact as he struggles to rise once more, lifting him up and delivering a side slam! Blade then hits the ropes and comes back, dropping a heavy punch onto Tact before making the cover.
1…
2…
And Octavia Bakas comes flying down on both men, scoring a Marathon Moonsault!!! The crowd pops for that one, as Bakas works to roll Blade over, making the cover on him while clutching at his legs for extra leverage.
1…
And Octavia Bakas comes flying down on both men, scoring a Marathon Moonsault!!! The crowd pops for that one, as Bakas works to roll Blade over, making the cover on him while clutching at his legs for extra leverage.
1…
2…
And Savage dives in, breaking it up in time! He works to haul Bakas up, She lands a forearm shot to knock him away, though, then leaps up onto him, trying to take him over with another hurricanrana. But Savage blocks this one, instead, twisting Bakas around and delivering Dead To Rights (One Winged Angel)!!! He hangs on for the cover, trying to end this one.
1…
And Savage dives in, breaking it up in time! He works to haul Bakas up, She lands a forearm shot to knock him away, though, then leaps up onto him, trying to take him over with another hurricanrana. But Savage blocks this one, instead, twisting Bakas around and delivering Dead To Rights (One Winged Angel)!!! He hangs on for the cover, trying to end this one.
1…
2…
THR-KICKOUT!!
Markson: The falls are coming fast and furious right now!
Napier: That’s the only way to win a match like this, Mark. You have to take any pin you can get when the other two wrestlers are down, otherwise this one will never end.
Markson: It’s definitely more difficult to find the timing. You basically need a 3 count on all three wrestlers to pull it off.
Savage gets to his feet, signaling that this one is about over. He lines up Bakas as she works her way up, setting her up for One Shot, One Kill!! But as Savage runs in, Bakas intercepts him, lifting Savage up and hitting the Olympic Slam!! The crowd roars as Bakas turns, pumped up. She wants the pinfall, but suddenly Tact is there, hauling her up and delivering Star Power (Release Powerbomb Into Backstabber)!!! Bakas is knocked senseless, as Tact rolls up to his feet… only for Blade to be there, lifting Tact up onto his shoulders!! Tact fights, trying to avoid the Attitude Adjustment, as Blade uses his strength to keep him up there, ready to throw him off. But as Blade turns, Savage comes rushing at him… hitting One Shot, One Kill!!! Tact goes flying backwards, hitting hard and rolling out of the ring, as Savage collapses onto Blade, having used the last of his adrenaline burst to land the move…
1…
2….
Bakas, desperately tries to crawl over, but…
THREE!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, TONY SAVAGE!!!
Markson: The falls are coming fast and furious right now!
Napier: That’s the only way to win a match like this, Mark. You have to take any pin you can get when the other two wrestlers are down, otherwise this one will never end.
Markson: It’s definitely more difficult to find the timing. You basically need a 3 count on all three wrestlers to pull it off.
Savage gets to his feet, signaling that this one is about over. He lines up Bakas as she works her way up, setting her up for One Shot, One Kill!! But as Savage runs in, Bakas intercepts him, lifting Savage up and hitting the Olympic Slam!! The crowd roars as Bakas turns, pumped up. She wants the pinfall, but suddenly Tact is there, hauling her up and delivering Star Power (Release Powerbomb Into Backstabber)!!! Bakas is knocked senseless, as Tact rolls up to his feet… only for Blade to be there, lifting Tact up onto his shoulders!! Tact fights, trying to avoid the Attitude Adjustment, as Blade uses his strength to keep him up there, ready to throw him off. But as Blade turns, Savage comes rushing at him… hitting One Shot, One Kill!!! Tact goes flying backwards, hitting hard and rolling out of the ring, as Savage collapses onto Blade, having used the last of his adrenaline burst to land the move…
1…
2….
Bakas, desperately tries to crawl over, but…
THREE!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, TONY SAVAGE!!!
Markson: Big win and a lot of momentum for Tony Savage heading into Thunder In Paradise.
Napier: Despite a serious medical issue, Tony Savage pulled it out, he could be Cabal material.
Markson: I think you are overestimating how many people want to be in the Cabal. But, one team that has went from underestimated to highly respected is our Duos Champions Rogue's Gallery wo are facing the also high respected Maxwell Mason Stone and Devline Knight.
Napier: I hope Rogue's Gallery gets embarassed like they embarassed Alexander Marshall at Uncivil War.
Markson: That was my favorite moment of the whole show.
Napier: I hate you.
Markson: Well I'll tell you what I don't hate, great wrestling action and we have more of it right now.
Steve Cotton: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a SEX CUP SEMIFINALS MATCH!!!
* Crowd pops big!
The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of “Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental)” by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.
The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks the American Champion, 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.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, he hails from Los Angeles, CA and weighed in at 255 pounds… he is the REIGNING THUNDER PRO WRESTLING AMERICAN CHAMPION! MAXWELL MASON STONE!!
Markson: The American Champion coming off a grueling match at Uncivil War with WGWF’s Dubois, and he’s going to be in for another big fight tonight.
Napier: This guy disappointed me at Uncivil War. I put ten grand on him beating Dubois. No cookie.
Markson: I don’t want to dip my toe into that conversation, but Stone and Dubois went to a double countout that kept the crowd hot, as they were throughout the night. He also went on to claim a victory at the third Denzel Porter Invitational, defeating Enigma.
Napier: Don’t be so biased. He lost to Peter Vaughn in the Porter Games, too.
Markson: Regardless, it’s clear he has raised his profile by leaps in the past six months, and most importantly winning the American Championship off of one Joe Montuori.
Napier: He’ll probably pay for it down the line, too.
The strum of a solo guitar begins to play as Coheed and Cambria’s “Welcome Home” slams into the speakers. The crowd are on their feet as Devlin Knight steps out onto the ramp and looks around in awe.
A grin spreads across his face as he makes his way down the aisle slapping hands with and fist bumping some of the fans, ruffling the hair of some of the younger ones before reaching the ring.
Devlin climbs the steel steps, wiping his feet on the apron before climbing in between ropes as the song is slowly coming to an end and the crowd are singing the “woooaah ooohh oooh” part at the end, as Devlin hops up onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms, hopping down and waiting for the bell.
Steve Cotton: Introducing his Duos partner, from Sedona, Arizona… he weighed in at 240 pounds… DEVLIN KNIGHT!
Markson: A 2023 Cannabis Cup Finalist and champion many times over across federations, Devlin Knight is absolutely the real deal in the ring.
Napier: He changed his name and thinks he’s a big deal now? Pssh… I don’t buy it.
Markson: You were at ringside for the call of Uncivil War. How can you say Devlin didn’t impress in the TPW versus WGWF match?
Napier: *shrugs* That’s what I do.
Markson: If you forgot, he made highlights the whole time, not to mention being a team player on a WGWF alliance that was as contentious as TPW’s. That ability to gel has proven useful for him and Max in the S.E.X. Cup, too.
Strobe lights begin to flash as "Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera starts playing. As the chuggy main riff of the song starts the Rogues’ Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked, Superunknown, and their manager, Frances Farmer, emerge onto the stage from behind the curtain. Frances leans down in front of Jeremy The Wicked and Superuknown and suverys the ground around and they toss their arms triumphantly into the air, before they head to the ring.
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, they weighed in at a combined 465 pounds and are the REIGNING THUNDER PRO WRESTLING DUOS CHAMPIONS! ROGUES’ GALLERY!
*Bell rings*
Maxwell and Jeremy the Wicked start the match, meeting in the center of the ring to exchange some words. After a few tense moments they begin throwing hands and MMS gets the better of the exchange to drive JTW back a few steps. He sends him off the ropes with an Irish whip and flattens the smaller wrestler with a Clothesline. JTW pops up surprisingly quick, swinging his leg with a Roundhouse Kick that MMS ducks, only to be caught by a back kick. He staggers and JTW springs off the middle rope with a modified knee lift. MMS looks to regain his bearings with another Clothesline but it’s wild, and JTW evades and scores with a Rebound Clothesline of his own. He makes the first cover!
One!
Tw– Kickout!
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone tries to press his strength and power on Jeremy early, but one half of the Duos champs is hanging in there and then some.
Napier: Rogues’ Gallery looked like a joke to me at first, the usual big and little schtick. But they’re not terrible.
Markson: Be careful with such heavy praise. DId I mention they’re the Duos Champions?
JTW gets MMS up and applies a headlock and is quickly thrown off. MMS ducks down for a back body drop and JTW tumbles over his back. Before MMS can turn JTW grapples him from behind and lands a Back Drop Suplex that he follows with a standing moonsault. He replies the headlock and takes MMS into his corner, tagging in Superunknown who comes in with a targeted strike while JTW is holding him. Jeremy goes up top while MMS is put into a Tornado Spin by Superunknown that ends with JTW timing a Missile Dropkick to drop MMS. Superunknown with a cover!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Markson: Max showing his resilience as he finds himself in a bit of trouble.
Napier: He thinks he’s so good because he holds the American title? He won’t for long and he’s seeing what the Duos Champions can do.
Markson: You know that isn’t how Max operates, and now you remember Rogues Gallery holds those titles?
Napier: I was just ignoring you, Markson.
Superunknown hoists Max up from behind and looks for a Full Nelson Slam but MMS elbows him to break free. Superunknown whirls his body around with a haymkaer to try and corral MMS with a haymaker that Stone ducks. He takes advantage of the position and lifts Superunknown with an Inverted Atomic Drop. This stuns Superunknown and MMS grabs the head of the doubled over opponent and drops him with a DDT. Superunknown resists a pin by Max and Stone instead lands a few forearms to the head of Superunknown. MMS lifts Superunknown into PIledriver position but the big man of Rogues’ Gallery stands and sends MMS crashing to the mat. Superunknown looks back and flashes agility by leaping back and landing a Leg Drop right across the neck of MMS who writhes on impact. Superunknown lifts MMS by the throat and then hoists him for a Chokeslam but MMS slips out. He runs off the ropes and returns with a Yakuza Kick that floors the big man! MMS doesn’t go for a pin, instead dragging Superunknown towards his corner and tags in Devlin Knight.
Markson: Max has been in there the whole match so far, good idea to tag in a fresh partner.
Napier: No way. You never pass up a pinfall. If I were his manager, I would serve up a fine.
Devlin launches himself over the top rope with a Shoulder Block into the midsection of Superunknown, who staggers back into a German Suplex from MMS! Devlin then springs up to the top turnbuckle and drives an Elbow Drop into the sternum of Superunknown before making a cover!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Markson: I guess they had a pinfall in mind, after all.
Napier: There are no refunds on fines.
Devlin checks with the referee on the count as Superunknown gets his bearings. When he’s vertical Knight is waiting and runs into him with a Basement Dropkick to stagger him, then a series of European Uppercuts that drive Superunknown into a corner. Devlin backs up and get the crowd up as he charges with a Cross Body Block into the corner… but Superunknown catches him and tosses him into the turnbuckles with a Fallaway Slam! Knight doesn’t have time to recover in the corner before Superunknown face washes him with a running boot while he’s sitting!
Markson: Knight got hit so hard, his body is halfway through the ropes.
Napier: I bet he’s having second thoughts about coming to TPW after that shot.
Markson: Something tells me it will take more to keep him down.
Napier: Shut up, Markson. I’m pontificating.
Markson: Are you sure you know what that means?
Napier: Nick “Knows” it all! It’s literally in my name.
Markson: Okay, then…
Superunknown drags Devlin out of the corner and he tags JTW, who ascends the top rope. Superunknown lifts Knight up for a Powerbomb while JTW dives off the top rope and hits a Leg Drop as Knight is smashed into the mat! JTW covers!
One!
Two!
…
MMS BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Markson: That was a wicked double team by the Duos Champs.
Napier: They’re tagging in and out and showing chemistry. I’ll upgrade from “not terrible” to “decent.”
Markson: You’re just magnanimous.
Napier: Don’t insult me.
Markson: That’s a complement, Nick.
Napier: It ain’t coming from you.
Referee ‘Dizzy’ Dan Lambert tells Stone to get back in his corner, but he quickly loses control as Superunknown chases MMS and clubs him from behind through the ropes and to the apron.A running hip check sends MMS into the barricade from the apron as Superunknown talks some trash and finally returns to his corner. JTW tries locking in a Surfboard on Devlin Knight, but Devlin manages to make some waves before it’s fully secure and JTW stomps his head into the mat while clinging onto his arm. He didn’t get all of it but enough to leave Knight rolling on the mat and clutching his head. JTW waits in his corner for a Spear as the crowd buzzes waiting to see what happens. Devlin rises up and just before he stands, Superunknown tags the back of JTW unknown to the opposition. JTW charges but Devlin counters with a Slingblade! He buys himself a moment before JTW pops back up and Devlin uses it to knock Superunknown off the apron with a Step Up Enziguri! Superunknown’s chin tag the apron and he falls back to the floor. DEVLIN SKINS THE CAT ON THE TURNBUCKLE UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND FLIES OFF ONTO JTW WITH A 450 SPLASH! COVER!
Napier: HA! He doesn’t even know who’s the legal man.
Markson: How would he have known? Referee Lambert is breaking the bad news to Devlin, who turns and has his throat caught by Superunknown’s hand!
Superunknown came back into the ring and sets up the Chokeslam… MMS grabs his head from behind! He got up in the corner of Rogues’ Gallery and yanks Superunknown’s head back off the top rope, forcing a break. Superunknown comes rebounding right into DEVine INTERVENTION (V-Trigger) from Devlin! MMS races across the ring as this happens, slides under the ropes to stand in his corner where Knight tags him in! Devlin builds steam and takes a just standing JTW through the ropes to the floor with a Spear of his own! They lay in a heap as MMS doubles over Superunknown with a kick to the guts.
Markson: MMS checking with the referee to make sure he’s got the right member of Rogues’ Gallery.
Napier: Don’t patronize Lambert, he’s less coherent than anyone in the ring.
The Thunderamaniacs pop big as MMS gets Superunknown up for the MOMENTA AXIS! He drives the Duos Champ down to the mat and the force lands him a few feet away.
Markson: Incredible strength!
Napier: Stop sucking up, you little–
* CRACK!
Napier: What the heck was that?
Markson: JTW just used a kendo stick to the face of Devlin Knight! Nick, it was right in front of us.
Napier: I didn’t see nothing but heated competition.
* Referee Lambert looks over the top rope JUST as MMS makes the pin on Superunknown. The fans boo as JTW slid the kendo stick back under the ring and rolls JTW into the ring. He slides in despite Lambert’s admonishment and lands a Shining Wizard on MMS! JTW whispers something to Superunknown, who is just stirring, before exiting the ring. Superunknown gets up and picks up both MMS and Devlin to land a Double Chokeslam! He then drags them over to their own corner, tossing Knight onto the apron. He leaves Knight’s hand dangling through the ropes and tags it with MMS’s hand.
Markson: There’s no way that’s a legal tag.
Napier: What do you mean? Did they not contact hands?
Markson: In the loosest sense of the word. Really, Lambert?
* ‘Dizzy’ Dan shrugs and calls the tag, allowing Superunknown to bring Knight in and haul him up. Superunknown is laboring though, having suffered the Momenta Axis shortly before. With the Thunderamaniacs voicing their displeasure, Superunknown lifts Knight and body slams him down as JTW unties a turnbuckle pad and tags in. Superunknown lifts Knight up in an Electric Chair as JTW goes to the top once more, looking for a Doomsday Device! But Devlin comes to and slams Superunknown with elbows to the crown of the head. A couple send the big man on skates. JTW decides to go for it and… KNIGHT STANDS ON THE SHOULDERS OF SUPERUNKNOWN AS JTW DIVES! KNIGHT DIVES OFF AND LANDS A TORNADO DDT FROM OFF SUPERUNKNOWN’S SHOULDERS!
Markson: Good golly!
Napier: You’re such a nerd.
Markson: Who wouldn’t nerd out at THAT counter! Unbelievable!
Napier: There’s still time. Come on, Rogues! Don’t make me downgrade you to “pathetic!”
The Thunderamaniacs ROAR at the whirlwind of a Tornado DDT. MMS is back up on his apron and Superunknown rolls under the ropes to the floor looking spent. JTW and Devlin begin to stir and it’s Devlin up first. He crawls over towards his corner while JTW rolls onto his stomach near his corner. Devlin continues on as MMS extends a hand. JTW looks up and finds his corner empty, getting on his knees with arms in a questioning gesture. Devlin gets to his knees and is about to leap to tag MMS when JTW grabs his ankle! Knight turns and sees JTW grinning with wild eyes. Knight takes a swing at JTW and is just short. JTW pulls Devlin in by the leg and lets go to hit a Kitchen Sink knee to the abdomen. He pulls Knight up and sends him into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip. JTW follows in with a Corner Clotheslines and sets up for a Running Bulldog but Knight throws him off and JTW lands on his bum. Superunknown is back on the apron and points out to Referee Lambert that the turnbuckle ring is exposed.
Markson: I can’t believe this. He’s accusing Devlin and Max of removing it.
Napier: They’re clearly hardcore cheaters at heart.
Markson: It was JTW who removed the pad.
Napier: You should really respect our champions.
Markson: MMS is also a champion You really aren’t listening to me, are you?.
Napier: Nope!
MMS tells Lambert to pay attention after he hits a Belly to Belly Suplex on JTW. While Lambert goes to retrieve the turnbuckle pad, MMS sets JTW up for MOMENTA AXIS! JTW is up and… SUPERUNKNOWN COMES AROUND AND BLASTS MMS IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL PIPE IN THE NEUTRAL CORNER! LAMBERT WAS PUTTING THE TURNBUCKLE PAD BACK ON IN ROGUES’ GALLERY’S CORNER! SUPERUNKNOWN GIVES KNIGHT A SHOT FOR GOOD MEASURE AND TOSSES THE PIPE BEHIND THE BARRICADE!
Markson: This is disgusting behavior from the Duos champions!
Napier: I’m upgrading them to “glorious!”
MMS drops JTW to the mat, and one half of the Duos champs scrambles over and tags in Superunknown, who lifts Jeremy the Wicked up and LAWN DART THROWS HIM INTO MMS WITH THE FASTBALL!!! Superunkonwn hooks the leg as Lambert drops down for the count!
One!
* Crowd pops big!
The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of “Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental)” by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.
The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks the American Champion, 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.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, he hails from Los Angeles, CA and weighed in at 255 pounds… he is the REIGNING THUNDER PRO WRESTLING AMERICAN CHAMPION! MAXWELL MASON STONE!!
Markson: The American Champion coming off a grueling match at Uncivil War with WGWF’s Dubois, and he’s going to be in for another big fight tonight.
Napier: This guy disappointed me at Uncivil War. I put ten grand on him beating Dubois. No cookie.
Markson: I don’t want to dip my toe into that conversation, but Stone and Dubois went to a double countout that kept the crowd hot, as they were throughout the night. He also went on to claim a victory at the third Denzel Porter Invitational, defeating Enigma.
Napier: Don’t be so biased. He lost to Peter Vaughn in the Porter Games, too.
Markson: Regardless, it’s clear he has raised his profile by leaps in the past six months, and most importantly winning the American Championship off of one Joe Montuori.
Napier: He’ll probably pay for it down the line, too.
The strum of a solo guitar begins to play as Coheed and Cambria’s “Welcome Home” slams into the speakers. The crowd are on their feet as Devlin Knight steps out onto the ramp and looks around in awe.
A grin spreads across his face as he makes his way down the aisle slapping hands with and fist bumping some of the fans, ruffling the hair of some of the younger ones before reaching the ring.
Devlin climbs the steel steps, wiping his feet on the apron before climbing in between ropes as the song is slowly coming to an end and the crowd are singing the “woooaah ooohh oooh” part at the end, as Devlin hops up onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms, hopping down and waiting for the bell.
Steve Cotton: Introducing his Duos partner, from Sedona, Arizona… he weighed in at 240 pounds… DEVLIN KNIGHT!
Markson: A 2023 Cannabis Cup Finalist and champion many times over across federations, Devlin Knight is absolutely the real deal in the ring.
Napier: He changed his name and thinks he’s a big deal now? Pssh… I don’t buy it.
Markson: You were at ringside for the call of Uncivil War. How can you say Devlin didn’t impress in the TPW versus WGWF match?
Napier: *shrugs* That’s what I do.
Markson: If you forgot, he made highlights the whole time, not to mention being a team player on a WGWF alliance that was as contentious as TPW’s. That ability to gel has proven useful for him and Max in the S.E.X. Cup, too.
Strobe lights begin to flash as "Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera starts playing. As the chuggy main riff of the song starts the Rogues’ Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked, Superunknown, and their manager, Frances Farmer, emerge onto the stage from behind the curtain. Frances leans down in front of Jeremy The Wicked and Superuknown and suverys the ground around and they toss their arms triumphantly into the air, before they head to the ring.
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, they weighed in at a combined 465 pounds and are the REIGNING THUNDER PRO WRESTLING DUOS CHAMPIONS! ROGUES’ GALLERY!
*Bell rings*
Maxwell and Jeremy the Wicked start the match, meeting in the center of the ring to exchange some words. After a few tense moments they begin throwing hands and MMS gets the better of the exchange to drive JTW back a few steps. He sends him off the ropes with an Irish whip and flattens the smaller wrestler with a Clothesline. JTW pops up surprisingly quick, swinging his leg with a Roundhouse Kick that MMS ducks, only to be caught by a back kick. He staggers and JTW springs off the middle rope with a modified knee lift. MMS looks to regain his bearings with another Clothesline but it’s wild, and JTW evades and scores with a Rebound Clothesline of his own. He makes the first cover!
One!
Tw– Kickout!
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone tries to press his strength and power on Jeremy early, but one half of the Duos champs is hanging in there and then some.
Napier: Rogues’ Gallery looked like a joke to me at first, the usual big and little schtick. But they’re not terrible.
Markson: Be careful with such heavy praise. DId I mention they’re the Duos Champions?
JTW gets MMS up and applies a headlock and is quickly thrown off. MMS ducks down for a back body drop and JTW tumbles over his back. Before MMS can turn JTW grapples him from behind and lands a Back Drop Suplex that he follows with a standing moonsault. He replies the headlock and takes MMS into his corner, tagging in Superunknown who comes in with a targeted strike while JTW is holding him. Jeremy goes up top while MMS is put into a Tornado Spin by Superunknown that ends with JTW timing a Missile Dropkick to drop MMS. Superunknown with a cover!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Markson: Max showing his resilience as he finds himself in a bit of trouble.
Napier: He thinks he’s so good because he holds the American title? He won’t for long and he’s seeing what the Duos Champions can do.
Markson: You know that isn’t how Max operates, and now you remember Rogues Gallery holds those titles?
Napier: I was just ignoring you, Markson.
Superunknown hoists Max up from behind and looks for a Full Nelson Slam but MMS elbows him to break free. Superunknown whirls his body around with a haymkaer to try and corral MMS with a haymaker that Stone ducks. He takes advantage of the position and lifts Superunknown with an Inverted Atomic Drop. This stuns Superunknown and MMS grabs the head of the doubled over opponent and drops him with a DDT. Superunknown resists a pin by Max and Stone instead lands a few forearms to the head of Superunknown. MMS lifts Superunknown into PIledriver position but the big man of Rogues’ Gallery stands and sends MMS crashing to the mat. Superunknown looks back and flashes agility by leaping back and landing a Leg Drop right across the neck of MMS who writhes on impact. Superunknown lifts MMS by the throat and then hoists him for a Chokeslam but MMS slips out. He runs off the ropes and returns with a Yakuza Kick that floors the big man! MMS doesn’t go for a pin, instead dragging Superunknown towards his corner and tags in Devlin Knight.
Markson: Max has been in there the whole match so far, good idea to tag in a fresh partner.
Napier: No way. You never pass up a pinfall. If I were his manager, I would serve up a fine.
Devlin launches himself over the top rope with a Shoulder Block into the midsection of Superunknown, who staggers back into a German Suplex from MMS! Devlin then springs up to the top turnbuckle and drives an Elbow Drop into the sternum of Superunknown before making a cover!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Markson: I guess they had a pinfall in mind, after all.
Napier: There are no refunds on fines.
Devlin checks with the referee on the count as Superunknown gets his bearings. When he’s vertical Knight is waiting and runs into him with a Basement Dropkick to stagger him, then a series of European Uppercuts that drive Superunknown into a corner. Devlin backs up and get the crowd up as he charges with a Cross Body Block into the corner… but Superunknown catches him and tosses him into the turnbuckles with a Fallaway Slam! Knight doesn’t have time to recover in the corner before Superunknown face washes him with a running boot while he’s sitting!
Markson: Knight got hit so hard, his body is halfway through the ropes.
Napier: I bet he’s having second thoughts about coming to TPW after that shot.
Markson: Something tells me it will take more to keep him down.
Napier: Shut up, Markson. I’m pontificating.
Markson: Are you sure you know what that means?
Napier: Nick “Knows” it all! It’s literally in my name.
Markson: Okay, then…
Superunknown drags Devlin out of the corner and he tags JTW, who ascends the top rope. Superunknown lifts Knight up for a Powerbomb while JTW dives off the top rope and hits a Leg Drop as Knight is smashed into the mat! JTW covers!
One!
Two!
…
MMS BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Markson: That was a wicked double team by the Duos Champs.
Napier: They’re tagging in and out and showing chemistry. I’ll upgrade from “not terrible” to “decent.”
Markson: You’re just magnanimous.
Napier: Don’t insult me.
Markson: That’s a complement, Nick.
Napier: It ain’t coming from you.
Referee ‘Dizzy’ Dan Lambert tells Stone to get back in his corner, but he quickly loses control as Superunknown chases MMS and clubs him from behind through the ropes and to the apron.A running hip check sends MMS into the barricade from the apron as Superunknown talks some trash and finally returns to his corner. JTW tries locking in a Surfboard on Devlin Knight, but Devlin manages to make some waves before it’s fully secure and JTW stomps his head into the mat while clinging onto his arm. He didn’t get all of it but enough to leave Knight rolling on the mat and clutching his head. JTW waits in his corner for a Spear as the crowd buzzes waiting to see what happens. Devlin rises up and just before he stands, Superunknown tags the back of JTW unknown to the opposition. JTW charges but Devlin counters with a Slingblade! He buys himself a moment before JTW pops back up and Devlin uses it to knock Superunknown off the apron with a Step Up Enziguri! Superunknown’s chin tag the apron and he falls back to the floor. DEVLIN SKINS THE CAT ON THE TURNBUCKLE UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND FLIES OFF ONTO JTW WITH A 450 SPLASH! COVER!
Napier: HA! He doesn’t even know who’s the legal man.
Markson: How would he have known? Referee Lambert is breaking the bad news to Devlin, who turns and has his throat caught by Superunknown’s hand!
Superunknown came back into the ring and sets up the Chokeslam… MMS grabs his head from behind! He got up in the corner of Rogues’ Gallery and yanks Superunknown’s head back off the top rope, forcing a break. Superunknown comes rebounding right into DEVine INTERVENTION (V-Trigger) from Devlin! MMS races across the ring as this happens, slides under the ropes to stand in his corner where Knight tags him in! Devlin builds steam and takes a just standing JTW through the ropes to the floor with a Spear of his own! They lay in a heap as MMS doubles over Superunknown with a kick to the guts.
Markson: MMS checking with the referee to make sure he’s got the right member of Rogues’ Gallery.
Napier: Don’t patronize Lambert, he’s less coherent than anyone in the ring.
The Thunderamaniacs pop big as MMS gets Superunknown up for the MOMENTA AXIS! He drives the Duos Champ down to the mat and the force lands him a few feet away.
Markson: Incredible strength!
Napier: Stop sucking up, you little–
* CRACK!
Napier: What the heck was that?
Markson: JTW just used a kendo stick to the face of Devlin Knight! Nick, it was right in front of us.
Napier: I didn’t see nothing but heated competition.
* Referee Lambert looks over the top rope JUST as MMS makes the pin on Superunknown. The fans boo as JTW slid the kendo stick back under the ring and rolls JTW into the ring. He slides in despite Lambert’s admonishment and lands a Shining Wizard on MMS! JTW whispers something to Superunknown, who is just stirring, before exiting the ring. Superunknown gets up and picks up both MMS and Devlin to land a Double Chokeslam! He then drags them over to their own corner, tossing Knight onto the apron. He leaves Knight’s hand dangling through the ropes and tags it with MMS’s hand.
Markson: There’s no way that’s a legal tag.
Napier: What do you mean? Did they not contact hands?
Markson: In the loosest sense of the word. Really, Lambert?
* ‘Dizzy’ Dan shrugs and calls the tag, allowing Superunknown to bring Knight in and haul him up. Superunknown is laboring though, having suffered the Momenta Axis shortly before. With the Thunderamaniacs voicing their displeasure, Superunknown lifts Knight and body slams him down as JTW unties a turnbuckle pad and tags in. Superunknown lifts Knight up in an Electric Chair as JTW goes to the top once more, looking for a Doomsday Device! But Devlin comes to and slams Superunknown with elbows to the crown of the head. A couple send the big man on skates. JTW decides to go for it and… KNIGHT STANDS ON THE SHOULDERS OF SUPERUNKNOWN AS JTW DIVES! KNIGHT DIVES OFF AND LANDS A TORNADO DDT FROM OFF SUPERUNKNOWN’S SHOULDERS!
Markson: Good golly!
Napier: You’re such a nerd.
Markson: Who wouldn’t nerd out at THAT counter! Unbelievable!
Napier: There’s still time. Come on, Rogues! Don’t make me downgrade you to “pathetic!”
The Thunderamaniacs ROAR at the whirlwind of a Tornado DDT. MMS is back up on his apron and Superunknown rolls under the ropes to the floor looking spent. JTW and Devlin begin to stir and it’s Devlin up first. He crawls over towards his corner while JTW rolls onto his stomach near his corner. Devlin continues on as MMS extends a hand. JTW looks up and finds his corner empty, getting on his knees with arms in a questioning gesture. Devlin gets to his knees and is about to leap to tag MMS when JTW grabs his ankle! Knight turns and sees JTW grinning with wild eyes. Knight takes a swing at JTW and is just short. JTW pulls Devlin in by the leg and lets go to hit a Kitchen Sink knee to the abdomen. He pulls Knight up and sends him into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip. JTW follows in with a Corner Clotheslines and sets up for a Running Bulldog but Knight throws him off and JTW lands on his bum. Superunknown is back on the apron and points out to Referee Lambert that the turnbuckle ring is exposed.
Markson: I can’t believe this. He’s accusing Devlin and Max of removing it.
Napier: They’re clearly hardcore cheaters at heart.
Markson: It was JTW who removed the pad.
Napier: You should really respect our champions.
Markson: MMS is also a champion You really aren’t listening to me, are you?.
Napier: Nope!
MMS tells Lambert to pay attention after he hits a Belly to Belly Suplex on JTW. While Lambert goes to retrieve the turnbuckle pad, MMS sets JTW up for MOMENTA AXIS! JTW is up and… SUPERUNKNOWN COMES AROUND AND BLASTS MMS IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL PIPE IN THE NEUTRAL CORNER! LAMBERT WAS PUTTING THE TURNBUCKLE PAD BACK ON IN ROGUES’ GALLERY’S CORNER! SUPERUNKNOWN GIVES KNIGHT A SHOT FOR GOOD MEASURE AND TOSSES THE PIPE BEHIND THE BARRICADE!
Markson: This is disgusting behavior from the Duos champions!
Napier: I’m upgrading them to “glorious!”
MMS drops JTW to the mat, and one half of the Duos champs scrambles over and tags in Superunknown, who lifts Jeremy the Wicked up and LAWN DART THROWS HIM INTO MMS WITH THE FASTBALL!!! Superunkonwn hooks the leg as Lambert drops down for the count!
One!
Two!
…
THREE!!!
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match, and advancing to the SEX CUP FINALS… the TPW DUOS CHAMPIONS… ROGUES’ GALLERY!!!
Napier: That ruled, do it again.
Markson: I think Max and Devlin would disagree there. They got completely robbed and I bet they may have something to say about it down the line.
Napier: Crybabies. You have no appreciation for the finer things in wrestling.
Markson: Like cheating?
Napier: I didn’t say it. I didn’t see anything.
Markson: Oh, brother… in any case, Rogues’ Gallery has repeated the feat that the Malvados achieved last year, with the reigning TPW Duos Champions moving onto the FINALS of the SEX CUP for the second straight year. Stay glued to Fury for more action, Thunderamaniacs!
…
THREE!!!
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match, and advancing to the SEX CUP FINALS… the TPW DUOS CHAMPIONS… ROGUES’ GALLERY!!!
Napier: That ruled, do it again.
Markson: I think Max and Devlin would disagree there. They got completely robbed and I bet they may have something to say about it down the line.
Napier: Crybabies. You have no appreciation for the finer things in wrestling.
Markson: Like cheating?
Napier: I didn’t say it. I didn’t see anything.
Markson: Oh, brother… in any case, Rogues’ Gallery has repeated the feat that the Malvados achieved last year, with the reigning TPW Duos Champions moving onto the FINALS of the SEX CUP for the second straight year. Stay glued to Fury for more action, Thunderamaniacs!
*The shot returns from commercial break to a shot of the crowd. 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, the static clears and "Hate Me Now" by Nas begins to play over the PA as JMont and Peter Vaughn appear at the top of the entrance way causing the crowd to lose their minds with boos.
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, the static clears and "Hate Me Now" by Nas begins to play over the PA as JMont and Peter Vaughn appear at the top of the entrance way causing the crowd to lose their minds with boos.
The most hated man in wrestling and the International champ strut to the ring to a round of boos. *
Steve Cotton: The following Contest is a S.E.X Cup semi-final match. Introducing first at the total combined weight of 460lbs, the former American Champion, and the current and only 3 time International champion.... JMOOOONNTTTT AND PETERRRRRR VAAAAAAUUGGGHHNN!!!
*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!!!
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 255 pounds, they are… LIGHTS OUT!!!
DING! DING! DING!
*As the bell sounds the crowd begins chanting “LIGHTS OUTS! LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!”. Ava smiles as she and Vaughn circle each other in the ring. They lock up and Vaughn instantly grabs a headlock. Ava though quickly shoots him off and Vaughn comes back with a shoulder tackle to Ava, but it is Vaughn who is knocked down by as Ava has lowered her level and explodes into the tackle. Ava celebrates to the crowd but this gives time for Vaughn to strike with a forearm to the back. He then shoots Ava off but Ava reverses and lifts Vaughn high into the air with a backbody drop, Vaughn lands hard and quickly rolls out of the ring.*
Markson: Vaughn went so high he needed FAA clearance.
Napier: People here in San Diego love Lights Out for some reason, but me the sun cooking their brains.
*Vaughn tags JMont in and he jumps in the ring and charges straight at Ava, but Ava catches him with a big hip toss. JMont feeds up and charges again but is stunned byh a right hand; JMont staggers and Ava lands a second right hand that drops JMont to a knee. JMont returns to his feet and Ava goes for a third right hand but stops short, JMont is scared of the punch though, and falls on his butt, covering his head. Ava steps back away from him while the San Diego crowd laughs.*
Napier: Ava better not play games with JMont.
Markson: It seems Ava has everything under control.
*JMont gets to his feet mad and embarrassed and tags in Vaughn while Ava tags in Angelo. The two of them lock up and Angelo takes Vaughn's arm in a wrist lock. Vaughn eventually reverses and has Angelo in the wrist lock when Angelo does a front roll and knip up to come up and reverse back into her own wrist lock. Vaughn then kicks Angelo in the stomach and shoots her into a corner, but Angelo runs up the buckles back flipping as Vaughn runs under her. Vaughn turns to catch a dropkick in the chest that slams him back into the corner. Angelo then runs up Vaughn's chest doing another backflip. Vaughn staggers out and Angelo catches him in a snapmare and then a drop kick to the back of his head. Angelo goes for the pin. *
1…
Kickout.
Markson: Lights Out are on a roll and Vaughn is out of the ring.
Napier: They’ll soon crumble apart when that weak link Angelo breaks.
*Vaughn has rolled to the outside and JMont has dropped off the apron as the two now stand at ringside talking about what to do next. Ava enters the ring and Angelo runs at her. Ava lifts Angelo in a military press position, Ava then takes a few steps and throws Angelo to the outside on top of Vaughn & JMont knocking them all down to the ground.*
Markson: What a move, new offense from Lights Out tonight.
Napier: Vaughn and JMont will show you what a real team is, this is a marathon not a sprint.
*Angelo rolls Vaughn back into the ring and goes for a springboard cross body but Vaughn catches her, impressing even himself with his power. Vaughn struts around holding Angelo to show off, but Ava then hits Angelo in the back with a drop kick knocking Vaughn down with Angelo on top of him for a quick 2 count. Angelo grabs Vaughn and pulls him into his corner where she tags in Ava. Ava blasts a forearm to the back of Vaughn while Angelo holds him and then grabs Vaughnin a headlock of her own while Angelo exits the ring.*
Napier: This isn’t fair there double-teaming Vaughn.
Markson: Like Peter, Vaughn is one to complain about cheating.
*Vaughn shoots a couple of forearms to the ribs of Ava and shoots her off, when Ava hits the ropes near JMont she is nailed with a kick in the back. Ava stops and turns to face JMont and Vaughn takes this advantage nailing Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring) sending Ava tumbling through the ropes to the outside. As Ref Beard reprimands Vaugh,JMont jumps off the apron landing an elbow drop to the back of Ava while she was trying to get up.*
Markson: Cheap shot by JMont.
Napier: Oh come on, JMont just slipped off the apron. Now he’s helping her back in, showing he is a true gentleman..
*JMont lifts Ava up and rams her back into the apron and then rolls her in the ring. Vaughn goes for a pin but Ava kicks out at 1. Vaughn then gets to his feet and angrily begins to stomp Ava until he drops to all fours and begins to clobber Ava over and over again, and then clamps on a front face lock. As the crowd begins to cheer louder and louder for Ava she makes her way up to all fours and then eventually to her feet, she then starts making her way to her corner, trying to tag Angelo. Ava has to shove Vaughn the whole way and is just inches from tagging in Angelo when JMont jumps into the ring drawing the Ref Beard’s attention. As the referee turns his attention Ava makes the tag to Angelo who comes in just as the referee turns around. The referee quickly grabs Angelo and starts shoving her out of the ring when JMont runs in and he and Vaughn begin to double-team Ava with forearms till they get her on the ground and then switch to stomps.*
Markson: Come on Ref, this is getting ridiculous.
Napier: Ave deserves this for what they did to JMont’s house
*Vaughn lifts Ava up and rams her into the corner where he tags in JMont. Vaughn then holds her in the corner as JMont comes in and blasts Ava with right hands till the Ref forces Vaughn out. JMont pulls Ava to the middle of the ring, hits her with a backbreaker, and then stretches Ava out across his knee. Finally, JMont shoves her off his knee and then jumps up in the air and comes down with a big stomp into the small of Ava’s back.*
Napier: Now this is a good-looking tag team.
Markson: You think anything underhanded is good.
*JMont pulls Aave up, and shoots Ava into the corner, and comes charging in but eats a boot from Ava. JMont staggers backwards from the boot and Ava comes out of the corner with a clothesline but JMont ducks it. JMont spins around and to see Ava charging at him, and JMont catches her with a snap power slam.
JMont rolls up to his feet, and backs into the corner waiting for Ava to get up, even screaming at her to get up. Ava begins pushing herself up, holding her back and JMont charges in for a punt kick, but Ava pops up catching JMont coming in with an exploder suplex. JMont hits the mat and doesn’t move as Ava withers in pain on the mat, holding her back. *
Napier: Come on JMont get up.
Markson: The referee is starting the count on both contestants.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
*At 6 JMont gets to his feet and at 8 Ava is to hers. JMont tags in Vaughn, who jumps into the ring and begins charging at Ava, but just a second later Ava tags in Angelo. Angelo springs right to the top rope and comes off hitting a springboard drop kick the floors, Vaughn. JMont jumps back into the ring charges at Angelo with a clothesline but Angelo ducks it and hits JMont with a backkick to the stomach. Angelo then grabs JMont in a front face lock, runs and jumps nailing Vaughn with an enziguri as she drops JMont in a DDT. Angelo shoves JMont way and jumps onto Vaughn going for the pin. *
1…
2…
Napier: Yes, JMont breaks it up.
Markson: But Ava Arthur is back up.
*Ava and JMont begin to trade right hands and it turns into an all-out fight. The two combatants grab each other with their left hands and punch each other with their rights. JMont begins to get the upper hand, when Angelo grabs JMont’s arm. JMont is paused for a moment, and that is all Ava needs to hit a discus elbow to the jaw of JMont. JMont staggers back into the ropes, when Ava and Alessia hit him with a double superkick, knocking him through the ropes.
Ava hops out of the ring, as Angelo is picking Vaughn up, Vaugn grabs her by the hair and hits her with a Sitout Jawbreaker. Vaughn gets behind Alessia, grabbing her around the waist. He tries lifting her for a German Suplex, but she slips out and ducks behind Peter! She grabs him around the waist, pushing him against the ropes, and then hits him with a bridging suplex! She holds him down as Ava rushes in to nail a knockout stomp to Vaughn's face!! Before either lady can make a pin attempt, J Mont rushes in for the save. He pushes Ava out of the way before kicking Alessia hard in the side. Angelo releases the bridge to grab at her ribs. Ava tries to throw JMont out of the ring but he pushes her against the rope before landing a clothesline that sends them both over the top rope! *
Napier: Lights Out almost had it there with the Hammer and Anvil combo.
Markson: But J Mont had that wonderful save to keep the match going!
Napier: Oh what now??
:*The lights suddenly go out as the fans cheer. J Mont starts yelling for the lights to come back on when The Cranberries “Zombies” hit the speakers. The Outsiders fans that are in the know explode with cheers as the lights come back on and Zombie Marcus, formerly Marcus Ka’Derrion in his living time, shambles down the ramp with a piggy bank in his hands! *
Napier: What the actual hell is going on!?
Zybala: I can explain.
* Markson and Napier both yell out in surprise as Zybala appears in a seat beside them as if out of nowhere. *
Markson: Where did you come from?!
Zybala: I've been here the whole time. You guys just haven't let me say anything.
Napier: Have you?
Zybala: Yep.
Markson: Noooo…
Zybala: I promise. Anywho. Marcus won the Loose Change in the Pocket contract at the last Outsiders show, which guarantees him a shot at any Outsiders title at any time. Since Peter is our World Champ….
Napier: There's no way Mr. Marshall is letting this happen.
Zybala: Oh I took care of Alex.
*We cut backstage to Marshall's office. The door slams open and Alexander walks out. *
Alexander: Not on my watch, Zybala. You keep this crap in your Yard!
*Alexander starts to walk but trips over a box. He regains his footing and looks at the now open box. Several dollar bills spilled to the floor. Alexander looks in the box, eyes widen, then sees a note on the box. *
“You see NOTHING!
Love,
Zybala”
* Marshall picks up the box, looks around, then walks back into the office. We cut back to the ring to see Vaughn slowly starting to get to his feet as Marcus gets into the ring. The Zombie goes to Alessia and tries to chomp on her, but she rushes from the ring. Marcus is alone with just Vaughn and the ref, who looks confused. Marcus tries to hand the piggy bank to the ref, who recoils from it. The plastic piggy is covered in teeth marks and zombie drool and doesn't understand what the Zombie wants. As Marcus grunts and groans to get his request heard, Vaughn, now standing, stretches his arms out and groans himself. Marcus turns towards Vaughn now, eyebrow raised and head cocked to the side. Peter takes this as a good sign and continues to groan. *
Markson: What is Vaughn doing?
Napier: I think he's trying to convince Ka'Derrion that he's a zombie too.
Zybala: That's dumb. It's like when Peter Griffin thought having a mustache let him speak Italian. Grunting and groaning doesn't mean you can speak Zombie!
* Vaughn obviously can't hear Zybala since he continues to grunt at Marcus. Vaughn seems to be speaking somewhat coherently as The Zombie's face shows a lot of emotions. It starts with confusion, to amusement, to anger and rage, to confusion again, to horror. Pure, abject horror. Marcus clutches the piggy bank to his chest as he backs away. When he hits the ropes, Marcus steps between them and hops to the floor. He then shambles as fast as he can up the ramp with tears and terror in his eyes. Vaughn just shrugs and turns his attention back to the match. *
Markson: What did I just witness?
Napier: A failed cash in! Vaughn is still a champ!
Markson: But the ref never took the piggy bank.
Napier: Zybala. It's your stupid company. What's the ruling?
Zybala: Uhhh…. I think I need to get the Zombie Translator 3000 from The Malvados to get to the bottom of this…
*Zybala leaves the announcer's table and heads to the back with everyone looking very confused, including Vaughn who is rolled up from behind by Alessia.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, SO CLOSE!!!
Napier: That stupid backyard crap almost cost Vaughn the match.
*Vaughn and Angelo roll up at the same time and Vaughn charges with A clothesline, but Angelo ducks and goes behind catching Vaughn in a waistlock again, as she does JMont hops onto the apron and tags Vaughn. Angelo runs Vaughn into the ropes and takes him back with an O’Conner roll.
1….
2….
JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
*As the bell sounds the crowd begins chanting “LIGHTS OUTS! LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!”. Ava smiles as she and Vaughn circle each other in the ring. They lock up and Vaughn instantly grabs a headlock. Ava though quickly shoots him off and Vaughn comes back with a shoulder tackle to Ava, but it is Vaughn who is knocked down by as Ava has lowered her level and explodes into the tackle. Ava celebrates to the crowd but this gives time for Vaughn to strike with a forearm to the back. He then shoots Ava off but Ava reverses and lifts Vaughn high into the air with a backbody drop, Vaughn lands hard and quickly rolls out of the ring.*
Markson: Vaughn went so high he needed FAA clearance.
Napier: People here in San Diego love Lights Out for some reason, but me the sun cooking their brains.
*Vaughn tags JMont in and he jumps in the ring and charges straight at Ava, but Ava catches him with a big hip toss. JMont feeds up and charges again but is stunned byh a right hand; JMont staggers and Ava lands a second right hand that drops JMont to a knee. JMont returns to his feet and Ava goes for a third right hand but stops short, JMont is scared of the punch though, and falls on his butt, covering his head. Ava steps back away from him while the San Diego crowd laughs.*
Napier: Ava better not play games with JMont.
Markson: It seems Ava has everything under control.
*JMont gets to his feet mad and embarrassed and tags in Vaughn while Ava tags in Angelo. The two of them lock up and Angelo takes Vaughn's arm in a wrist lock. Vaughn eventually reverses and has Angelo in the wrist lock when Angelo does a front roll and knip up to come up and reverse back into her own wrist lock. Vaughn then kicks Angelo in the stomach and shoots her into a corner, but Angelo runs up the buckles back flipping as Vaughn runs under her. Vaughn turns to catch a dropkick in the chest that slams him back into the corner. Angelo then runs up Vaughn's chest doing another backflip. Vaughn staggers out and Angelo catches him in a snapmare and then a drop kick to the back of his head. Angelo goes for the pin. *
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Markson: Lights Out are on a roll and Vaughn is out of the ring.
Napier: They’ll soon crumble apart when that weak link Angelo breaks.
*Vaughn has rolled to the outside and JMont has dropped off the apron as the two now stand at ringside talking about what to do next. Ava enters the ring and Angelo runs at her. Ava lifts Angelo in a military press position, Ava then takes a few steps and throws Angelo to the outside on top of Vaughn & JMont knocking them all down to the ground.*
Markson: What a move, new offense from Lights Out tonight.
Napier: Vaughn and JMont will show you what a real team is, this is a marathon not a sprint.
*Angelo rolls Vaughn back into the ring and goes for a springboard cross body but Vaughn catches her, impressing even himself with his power. Vaughn struts around holding Angelo to show off, but Ava then hits Angelo in the back with a drop kick knocking Vaughn down with Angelo on top of him for a quick 2 count. Angelo grabs Vaughn and pulls him into his corner where she tags in Ava. Ava blasts a forearm to the back of Vaughn while Angelo holds him and then grabs Vaughnin a headlock of her own while Angelo exits the ring.*
Napier: This isn’t fair there double-teaming Vaughn.
Markson: Like Peter, Vaughn is one to complain about cheating.
*Vaughn shoots a couple of forearms to the ribs of Ava and shoots her off, when Ava hits the ropes near JMont she is nailed with a kick in the back. Ava stops and turns to face JMont and Vaughn takes this advantage nailing Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring) sending Ava tumbling through the ropes to the outside. As Ref Beard reprimands Vaugh,JMont jumps off the apron landing an elbow drop to the back of Ava while she was trying to get up.*
Markson: Cheap shot by JMont.
Napier: Oh come on, JMont just slipped off the apron. Now he’s helping her back in, showing he is a true gentleman..
*JMont lifts Ava up and rams her back into the apron and then rolls her in the ring. Vaughn goes for a pin but Ava kicks out at 1. Vaughn then gets to his feet and angrily begins to stomp Ava until he drops to all fours and begins to clobber Ava over and over again, and then clamps on a front face lock. As the crowd begins to cheer louder and louder for Ava she makes her way up to all fours and then eventually to her feet, she then starts making her way to her corner, trying to tag Angelo. Ava has to shove Vaughn the whole way and is just inches from tagging in Angelo when JMont jumps into the ring drawing the Ref Beard’s attention. As the referee turns his attention Ava makes the tag to Angelo who comes in just as the referee turns around. The referee quickly grabs Angelo and starts shoving her out of the ring when JMont runs in and he and Vaughn begin to double-team Ava with forearms till they get her on the ground and then switch to stomps.*
Markson: Come on Ref, this is getting ridiculous.
Napier: Ave deserves this for what they did to JMont’s house
*Vaughn lifts Ava up and rams her into the corner where he tags in JMont. Vaughn then holds her in the corner as JMont comes in and blasts Ava with right hands till the Ref forces Vaughn out. JMont pulls Ava to the middle of the ring, hits her with a backbreaker, and then stretches Ava out across his knee. Finally, JMont shoves her off his knee and then jumps up in the air and comes down with a big stomp into the small of Ava’s back.*
Napier: Now this is a good-looking tag team.
Markson: You think anything underhanded is good.
*JMont pulls Aave up, and shoots Ava into the corner, and comes charging in but eats a boot from Ava. JMont staggers backwards from the boot and Ava comes out of the corner with a clothesline but JMont ducks it. JMont spins around and to see Ava charging at him, and JMont catches her with a snap power slam.
JMont rolls up to his feet, and backs into the corner waiting for Ava to get up, even screaming at her to get up. Ava begins pushing herself up, holding her back and JMont charges in for a punt kick, but Ava pops up catching JMont coming in with an exploder suplex. JMont hits the mat and doesn’t move as Ava withers in pain on the mat, holding her back. *
Napier: Come on JMont get up.
Markson: The referee is starting the count on both contestants.
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*At 6 JMont gets to his feet and at 8 Ava is to hers. JMont tags in Vaughn, who jumps into the ring and begins charging at Ava, but just a second later Ava tags in Angelo. Angelo springs right to the top rope and comes off hitting a springboard drop kick the floors, Vaughn. JMont jumps back into the ring charges at Angelo with a clothesline but Angelo ducks it and hits JMont with a backkick to the stomach. Angelo then grabs JMont in a front face lock, runs and jumps nailing Vaughn with an enziguri as she drops JMont in a DDT. Angelo shoves JMont way and jumps onto Vaughn going for the pin. *
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Napier: Yes, JMont breaks it up.
Markson: But Ava Arthur is back up.
*Ava and JMont begin to trade right hands and it turns into an all-out fight. The two combatants grab each other with their left hands and punch each other with their rights. JMont begins to get the upper hand, when Angelo grabs JMont’s arm. JMont is paused for a moment, and that is all Ava needs to hit a discus elbow to the jaw of JMont. JMont staggers back into the ropes, when Ava and Alessia hit him with a double superkick, knocking him through the ropes.
Ava hops out of the ring, as Angelo is picking Vaughn up, Vaugn grabs her by the hair and hits her with a Sitout Jawbreaker. Vaughn gets behind Alessia, grabbing her around the waist. He tries lifting her for a German Suplex, but she slips out and ducks behind Peter! She grabs him around the waist, pushing him against the ropes, and then hits him with a bridging suplex! She holds him down as Ava rushes in to nail a knockout stomp to Vaughn's face!! Before either lady can make a pin attempt, J Mont rushes in for the save. He pushes Ava out of the way before kicking Alessia hard in the side. Angelo releases the bridge to grab at her ribs. Ava tries to throw JMont out of the ring but he pushes her against the rope before landing a clothesline that sends them both over the top rope! *
Napier: Lights Out almost had it there with the Hammer and Anvil combo.
Markson: But J Mont had that wonderful save to keep the match going!
Napier: Oh what now??
:*The lights suddenly go out as the fans cheer. J Mont starts yelling for the lights to come back on when The Cranberries “Zombies” hit the speakers. The Outsiders fans that are in the know explode with cheers as the lights come back on and Zombie Marcus, formerly Marcus Ka’Derrion in his living time, shambles down the ramp with a piggy bank in his hands! *
Napier: What the actual hell is going on!?
Zybala: I can explain.
* Markson and Napier both yell out in surprise as Zybala appears in a seat beside them as if out of nowhere. *
Markson: Where did you come from?!
Zybala: I've been here the whole time. You guys just haven't let me say anything.
Napier: Have you?
Zybala: Yep.
Markson: Noooo…
Zybala: I promise. Anywho. Marcus won the Loose Change in the Pocket contract at the last Outsiders show, which guarantees him a shot at any Outsiders title at any time. Since Peter is our World Champ….
Napier: There's no way Mr. Marshall is letting this happen.
Zybala: Oh I took care of Alex.
*We cut backstage to Marshall's office. The door slams open and Alexander walks out. *
Alexander: Not on my watch, Zybala. You keep this crap in your Yard!
*Alexander starts to walk but trips over a box. He regains his footing and looks at the now open box. Several dollar bills spilled to the floor. Alexander looks in the box, eyes widen, then sees a note on the box. *
“You see NOTHING!
Love,
Zybala”
* Marshall picks up the box, looks around, then walks back into the office. We cut back to the ring to see Vaughn slowly starting to get to his feet as Marcus gets into the ring. The Zombie goes to Alessia and tries to chomp on her, but she rushes from the ring. Marcus is alone with just Vaughn and the ref, who looks confused. Marcus tries to hand the piggy bank to the ref, who recoils from it. The plastic piggy is covered in teeth marks and zombie drool and doesn't understand what the Zombie wants. As Marcus grunts and groans to get his request heard, Vaughn, now standing, stretches his arms out and groans himself. Marcus turns towards Vaughn now, eyebrow raised and head cocked to the side. Peter takes this as a good sign and continues to groan. *
Markson: What is Vaughn doing?
Napier: I think he's trying to convince Ka'Derrion that he's a zombie too.
Zybala: That's dumb. It's like when Peter Griffin thought having a mustache let him speak Italian. Grunting and groaning doesn't mean you can speak Zombie!
* Vaughn obviously can't hear Zybala since he continues to grunt at Marcus. Vaughn seems to be speaking somewhat coherently as The Zombie's face shows a lot of emotions. It starts with confusion, to amusement, to anger and rage, to confusion again, to horror. Pure, abject horror. Marcus clutches the piggy bank to his chest as he backs away. When he hits the ropes, Marcus steps between them and hops to the floor. He then shambles as fast as he can up the ramp with tears and terror in his eyes. Vaughn just shrugs and turns his attention back to the match. *
Markson: What did I just witness?
Napier: A failed cash in! Vaughn is still a champ!
Markson: But the ref never took the piggy bank.
Napier: Zybala. It's your stupid company. What's the ruling?
Zybala: Uhhh…. I think I need to get the Zombie Translator 3000 from The Malvados to get to the bottom of this…
*Zybala leaves the announcer's table and heads to the back with everyone looking very confused, including Vaughn who is rolled up from behind by Alessia.
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Markson: OH, SO CLOSE!!!
Napier: That stupid backyard crap almost cost Vaughn the match.
*Vaughn and Angelo roll up at the same time and Vaughn charges with A clothesline, but Angelo ducks and goes behind catching Vaughn in a waistlock again, as she does JMont hops onto the apron and tags Vaughn. Angelo runs Vaughn into the ropes and takes him back with an O’Conner roll.
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JMont rolls Angelo over and covers her.
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JAWBREAK (punt kick) FROM AVA BREAKS IT UP!!!
Napier: BULL CRAP!!!
Markson: Ava Arthur breaks the pin up by nailing JMont with the Jawbreaker.
*Ava nails JMont with the kick, and then turns to see Vaughn pulling himself up on the ropes. Ava charges and tackles Vaughn, sending them both falling through the ropes to the outside. JMont and Angelo are both down and Ref Beard begins his count.
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Angelo stars army crawling toward JMont. Once she gets to JMont she grabs him by the head and begins pushing herself up to her knees. Angelo grabs JMont by the hes and begins pulling him up, when JMont pops up going for the JKO (rko), JMont falls on top for the pin.
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JAWBREAK (punt kick) FROM AVA BREAKS IT UP!!!
Napier: BULL CRAP!!!
Markson: Ava Arthur breaks the pin up by nailing JMont with the Jawbreaker.
*Ava nails JMont with the kick, and then turns to see Vaughn pulling himself up on the ropes. Ava charges and tackles Vaughn, sending them both falling through the ropes to the outside. JMont and Angelo are both down and Ref Beard begins his count.
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Angelo stars army crawling toward JMont. Once she gets to JMont she grabs him by the head and begins pushing herself up to her knees. Angelo grabs JMont by the hes and begins pulling him up, when JMont pops up going for the JKO (rko), JMont falls on top for the pin.
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*Suddenly dropos of wat appears to be red rain begin to fall onto JMont. JMont comes up to his knees, stopping the pin as the rain drops continue to grow heaveier and heavier as a rain of blood begins to pour down onto JMont. As train intensifies "Raining Blood" by Slayer begins to play over the PA.
The TerryTron comes alive with the words "Girl Who Makes Rain of Blood" appears on the screen. JMont stares at the screen in anger as the words fade to a shot of Junko Sounma covering her mouth as she giggles and the rain and music suddnely stops. JMont screams in anger at the screen when Angelo rolls him up from behind. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, advancing to the S.E.X Cup finals… LIIIGGGGHHTTTSSS OOOUUUTTTT!!!
Napier: THIS IS BULLSH...
*Napier's headset is quickly cut off. *
Markson: Folks, what we just saw may be considered an upset by some, but Lights Out continues to prove themselves with a huge win here and moving on to the S.E.X Cup finals. We are going to take a quick break while we gt this cleaned up.
*The shot focuses on JMont who is seething with rage on his knees in the ring, covered in the red liquid, before fading to a commercial break. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring with Wilman Watson already in the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a BEAT THE CLOCK MATCH! Already in the ring, Wildman Watson.
And his opponent, hailing from Milan, Italy/San Antonio, Texas, and weighing in at 227lbs, this is ANGELLLLOOOO CAITTTTTOOOOO!!!
*"Moving On" by Asking Alexandria plays over the PA causing the fans to pop as Angelo makes his way to the ring. *
Markson: Seven minutes, seven seconds is the time to beat.
Napier: Please, like anyone could beat Wildman Watson that fase.
Markson: Anything's possible.
DING! DING! DING!
*In a high-stakes showdown within the squared circle, the seasoned legend Angelo Cato collided with the gargantuan force of nature known as Wildman Watson. From the opening bell, the contrast in styles was evident as Cato's precision and experience clashed with Watson's raw power and brute force.
Cato wasted no time asserting his dominance, unleashing a relentless onslaught of trademark maneuvers that showcased his mastery of the ring. The Falcon Arrow Suplex and Fallaway Slam sent shockwaves through the arena, demonstrating Cato's ability to lift and slam opponents of any size with ease. Watson absorbed the punishment, his resilience a testament to his formidable stature.
Undeterred, Cato peppered Watson with a rapid-fire jabs combination, followed by a Sit-out Alabama Slam that rattled the ring canvas. Each blow from Cato was met with a thunderous response from Watson, his sheer size allowing him to absorb punishment that would incapacitate lesser competitors.
As the match intensified, Cato utilized every weapon in his arsenal, delivering a Clothesline and Big Boot from various positions to keep Watson off balance. The Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker and Running Leg Drop further weakened Watson, but the wildman refused to stay down.
In a display of desperation, Watson trapped Cato in the corner, raining down repeated forearm smashes in a bid to assert dominance. But Cato countered with a Superplex, the impact resonating throughout the arena and leaving both competitors gasping for breath.
With the match hanging in the balance, Cato summoned all his remaining strength, launching himself from the top rope with a Running Jumping Knee that connected squarely with Watson's jaw. The crowd erupted in disbelief as Watson staggered, vulnerable for the first time in the match.
Seizing the opportunity, Cato executed a lightning-fast DDT, followed by a Belly To Belly Toss that sent Watson crashing to the mat. With victory within his grasp, Cato hoisted Watson onto his shoulders, delivering a Gutwrench Suplex that seemed to shake the very foundation of the ring.
But just when it seemed like Cato had secured the win, Watson summoned one final burst of energy, countering Cato's next move with a devastating Pumphandle Slam. The momentum shifted once again as Watson unleashed a Spinebuster, followed by an Exploder Suplex that left Cato reeling.
Yet, in a stunning turn of events, Cato dug deep, summoning the fighting spirit that had made him a legend in the world of professional wrestling. With the crowd on their feet, Cato ascended to the top rope, executing a flawless sunset flip that caught Watson off guard.
Cato wasted no time asserting his dominance, unleashing a relentless onslaught of trademark maneuvers that showcased his mastery of the ring. The Falcon Arrow Suplex and Fallaway Slam sent shockwaves through the arena, demonstrating Cato's ability to lift and slam opponents of any size with ease. Watson absorbed the punishment, his resilience a testament to his formidable stature.
Undeterred, Cato peppered Watson with a rapid-fire jabs combination, followed by a Sit-out Alabama Slam that rattled the ring canvas. Each blow from Cato was met with a thunderous response from Watson, his sheer size allowing him to absorb punishment that would incapacitate lesser competitors.
As the match intensified, Cato utilized every weapon in his arsenal, delivering a Clothesline and Big Boot from various positions to keep Watson off balance. The Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker and Running Leg Drop further weakened Watson, but the wildman refused to stay down.
In a display of desperation, Watson trapped Cato in the corner, raining down repeated forearm smashes in a bid to assert dominance. But Cato countered with a Superplex, the impact resonating throughout the arena and leaving both competitors gasping for breath.
With the match hanging in the balance, Cato summoned all his remaining strength, launching himself from the top rope with a Running Jumping Knee that connected squarely with Watson's jaw. The crowd erupted in disbelief as Watson staggered, vulnerable for the first time in the match.
Seizing the opportunity, Cato executed a lightning-fast DDT, followed by a Belly To Belly Toss that sent Watson crashing to the mat. With victory within his grasp, Cato hoisted Watson onto his shoulders, delivering a Gutwrench Suplex that seemed to shake the very foundation of the ring.
But just when it seemed like Cato had secured the win, Watson summoned one final burst of energy, countering Cato's next move with a devastating Pumphandle Slam. The momentum shifted once again as Watson unleashed a Spinebuster, followed by an Exploder Suplex that left Cato reeling.
Yet, in a stunning turn of events, Cato dug deep, summoning the fighting spirit that had made him a legend in the world of professional wrestling. With the crowd on their feet, Cato ascended to the top rope, executing a flawless sunset flip that caught Watson off guard.
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As the referee's hand slapped the mat for the final time, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. Angelo Cato had emerged victorious. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, ANGELO CAITO.... his time.... 8:01.
Markson: Oh, so close.
Napier: I'd venture to say that Wildman Watson is much tougher to handle than Sal Badman.
Markson: You want to tell Sal that?
Napier: No way.
Markson: That is what I thought.
Napier: Well, I think it is time for another match.
Markson: You're finally right for once.
*As the soulful strumming of “Mercy” by JJ Wilde hits the speakers, the house lights dull down as the stage begins flashing between a crimson red and a deep, soulful blue. As the verse begins, the duo of Matt Knox and Amber Ryan step out.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first! At a combined weight of THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX Pounds! The former S.E.X. Cup Winners! Amber Ryan and Matthew Knox, Never//morE!”
Amber makes a beeline to the ring at a deliberate pace while Matthew walks ahead of her, slapping outstretched hands. As they get into the ring, Knox leans over the ropes to hype the fans further. He returns to Amber, attempting to discuss strategy only to have her step out onto the apron.
Napier: Danny Tanner is looking very different without the confidence of the International Championship draped over his shoulder.
Markson: I can't imagine he is too happy with how things went at the Uncivil War but tonight, he has the chance to advance one step closer to winning the SEX Cup for a Second time!
Napier: Chances are best found in a game of Monopoly..
“With all this bread I need a bigger stomach.”
The opening chords of “Centuries Remix” begin to play over the PA System.
“My name Rings bells so they can hear me coming”
A cloud of smoke fills the entrance ramp as the lights begin to dim.
“Did it all on my own, they ain’t give me nothin’”
Just as Shawn Warstein steps out from the back does the music change.. Lauren Hill’s voice soundfully brings in opening lines of the chorus to "Ready or Not".
Jason Cashe comes out from the back to the dismay of Warstein.
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, weighing in at a total of FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE Pounds! The team of Shawn Warstein and Jason Cashe!!
Sliding his feet in a shuffle and full of energy as he gets to the stage’s edge, Cashe cocks back and howls at the live audience! His partner just heads to the ring.
Markson: Maybe the biggest obstacle that these two have is each other.
Napier: I dunno, Cashe seems to be lively tonight!
Markson: He’s probably high, so..
Napier: It is somewhat known that Cashe does not get high before a match. A true Match Fiend and he is seeking a different kind of high within those four sides of ropes!
Warstein climbs the steel stairs and walks along the outside ring apron before ducking under the top rope and entering the ring. Cashe leaps up onto the apron as the entrance ramp ends and ringside begins. With the music and entrances over, the four competitors settle in at their respective corners.
Napier: IT'S GO TIME! SEMI FINALS, S.E.X. CUP!
Even after the bell, Shawn Warstein and Jason Cashe are determining who will start the match.
Markson: Are they really playing Rock, Paper, Scissors right now?
Napier: It's fair.
Warstein throws paper, Cashe throws rock. Nodding after his losing hand, Cashe exits the ring and steps out onto the apron.
Napier: Danny Tanner and Shawn Warstein starting things off! To some, this could be a huge singles match but right now, we will have to settle for a Tag Team bout!
The referee waves in both to go at it. In typical ring fashion, they begin to almost circle each other before colliding together into a front standing lockup. Knox, the bigger of the two, walks Warstein back, putting his back to the ropes. Warstein drives forward a knee into Knox’s midsection, slipping out of the lock up and moving away from the ropes.
Again, they go to lock up. Warstein ducks under the grapple attempt and slides around Knox. Twirling around, Knox is met with a knife edge chop to the bare chest. He stumbles back before roaring back to Warstein, hitting him with a solid forearm to the face. Both men nod, wanting to apply the pressure and they launch at each other and fists and forearms begin to fly!
Markson: These two are going at it like Don Frye and Yoshihiro Takayama did back in 2002 for Pride FC!
Napier: Ohhhh Knox with a vicious headbutt, that wasn't allowed in Pride was it?
Stumbling back, almost dropping to a knee after the headbutt from Knox. Shawn drives his shoulder low and into Knox’s midsection. Lifting the man of many children up and dumping him onto his back with a very amateur style takedown.
Napier: Nice double leg by Warstein! Three of the Four in this match have a great submission skillset so this could get interesting!
Markson: And then there is Cashe who’s idea of a submission is a Purple Nurple..
Napier: Which hurts!
Immediately, Warstein throws a shotgun loaded elbow down, looking to break facial bones but Knox moves his head and the elbow strikes against the canvas. Knox acts fast, pushing and bucking before shoving Warstein off to the side. They both scramble to their feet. Knox goes for a clothesline, Warstein ducks it and races to the ropes. Amber swings a foot up, kicking Warstein in the back as he bends into the ring ropes. He arches back from the kick, turns to her but is leveled by Matthew Knox who plows against Warstein with a lariat that sends the ‘Fuzzy Ghostface’ up and over the ropes, thudding to the ringside floor.
Napier: That's good team work by the first TPW Tag Champions and the first ever winners of the S.E.X. Cup tournament!
Markson: Yeah, you have to expect them to be on the same page. At least closer to the same page than Warstein and Cashe.
Napier: I think both teams have their issues with their own partners. Knox and Amber have had plenty of battles against the other, one of which is coming up soon in another Promotion!
Markson: That's true but what problems within that either team might have. It is what they do in THIS moment that will determine the outcome here tonight!
With the referee reaching 5 on the count. Knox and Amber are game planning in their corner. Warstein rounds the outside and rolls into the ring closer to his own corner. Shaking off the slight mishap, Warstein was ready to go again. Cashe reaches over and slaps Warstein on the back shoulder. The referee signals the legal tag.
Napier: I don't think Warstein was wanting to tag out..
Markson: Blind tags are very common in Professional Wrestling!
As Cashe pops through the ropes and looks ready to get his scrap on. Knox, across the ring smiles and tags in Amber Ryan. Immediately, Cashe turns and tags Warstein, giving him the nod to get back in there.
Markson: Hahahahaha! Is Cashe scared of his ‘Sister’?
Napier: Not at all. He said at one time he didn't want to fight her because it was his Sister but this is just tactics is all..
Markson: Yeaaaaah…
Amid some arguing between Shawn and Jason, they once again trade places with the Tag Rope. Showing his support, Cashe claps and hoots for Warstein. Moving to lock up with Amber, Warstein grabs empty space as Amber ducks the grappling arms and rushes past Warstein, leaping as she approaches Cashe and blasts him in the face with a Superman esq punch. Yelling at him as he grabs his face and looks surprised and almost offended!
From behind though, Shawn Warstein wasn't waiting around. He rushes and crashes into Amber. Putting her into the turnbuckles and clubbing down at her with heavy forearms and hammerfists. A quick tag between partners, Cashe enters the ring. Both of them yank Amber from the corner, hooking her under the arms before launching her with a Double Throwing Hip Toss! She flies across the ring and slams against the canvas.
Markson: Uh oh! Did Warstein and Cashe just pull a fast one on Amber Ryan?!
Napier: I do think they used Cashe being annoying to their advantage!
As Amber pushes to her feet, her ‘Brother’ races to her, pulling her head into standing front facelock before hooking her arm behind his neck. Snapping her over with a quick suplex, she arches as she lands. Cashe to his feet, jolts around and slaps Knox across the face before clucking around like a Chicken to mock his ‘Bird’ moniker. Knox tries to get in the ring but the referee hurries over to stop him.
Napier: Cashe is stirring things up!
Markson: Yeah, well, he better remember who is legal in this match because his ‘Sister’ is up on her feet and he hasn't noticed!!
Leaping onto his back like a backpack, Amber Ryan puts Cashe in a rear naked choke! His arms extended reaching for the ropes but he was too far. As the grip tightened, Cashe was gasping and losing the ability to breath. Shawn Warstein begins yelling from the corner, giving Cashe simple instructions. Taking baby steps, Cashe moves towards his corner, reaching out, wanting to tag Warstein as his vision begins to blur as seen by the amount of times he was blinking.
The submission was applied deep and Cashe was just out of arm's reach from Warstein before dropping to a knee. Amber, able to stand, keeps the choke wrapped around his neck but releases the leg wrap.
Markson: Why release the body loc– Ahhhhh!
Amber jumps up and falls back, bringing Cashe with her as they fall back onto the canvas. Her legs again wrap around him as she keeps the Rear Naked Choke in place. Warstein hurries into the ring and stomps down into Amber’s face. Knox rushes across the ring and plows into Warstein as the two begin scuffling.
With the referee trying to keep the peace between the two illegal partners, the submission by Amber was still applied. It would take more than a kick to the face to stop her. Cashe starts driving elbows into her side, her legs, shins, anywhere he can drop an elbow. With the ref not watching, he pinched her. Tried to bite her and then as if it was coming from a deep reserve, he does her like you are supposed to do a Shark. He reaches up, finds her eye and sticks a thumb into the socket!
Markson: That is NOT allowed!
Napier: What the referee doesn't, doesn't hurt anyone.. Well, it hurts someone but Gee Whizz is it entertaining for us!
Markson: Did you just say Gee Whizz?
Napier: I did! That happened!
She releases the hold and a seemingly drunk Cashe flops up and tries to get away. At this time, Warstein grabs Knox behind the head and tosses him through the ropes. Knox rolls as he hits the ringside floor. Warstein shoves Cashe out of the way as Amber rises to a Sprinter’s position and shoots herself from there, spearing Shawn Warstein as he rushes at her!
Napier: Fantastic spear by Amber Ryan!
Big eyed and almost with a drunk gaze to him, Jason Cashe is leaning against the ropes. An enraged Amber Ryan who had some swelling to her right eye was roaring out in a growl as she got back to her feet and looked to Cashe. Moving along the ropes, Cashe got to the opposite side of the ring. Having some distance between him and his ‘Sister’ as she slowly and very slasher/killer like, began to stalk him as if he were prey.
Trying to be sneaky on the outside, Matthew Knox was rounding the ring to get behind where Cashe was. In a furious rage, Amber starts to race at Cashe but from behind, Shawn Warstein slams into her with a Double Axe to the back. She drops to her knees but not for long as Warstein stands her up and throws her running at Cashe.
Lowering a shoulder, Cashe lifts and sends Amber Ryan up and over the ropes to the outside. Knox stumbles back seeing her coming over the ropes and hurries to move out of the way. She lands HARD on her butt as her face collides with her knees as she lands.
Napier: Oof! That's gonna leave a mark!
Knox checks on Amber as the referee begins the count. Inside the ring, Cashe is starting to shake off the draining of the submission. Warstein is yelling for him to come make the tag. As Knox helps Amber to her feet on the outside, he spots Cashe making his way to Warstein. Hurrying to slide into the ring, Knox scurries up and rushes over, plowing into Cashe from behind. Taunting Warstein a bit before putting his focus back on Cashe.
A few well placed clubbing blows. Knox gets Cashe up and walks him over to the ropes as Amber gets up onto the ring apron. Shoving Cashe’s head under the top rope and over the middle, Amber latches on and secures Cashe with a standing headlock.
Napier: Ohh! What are they about to do to Cashe right now?!
Knox feeds Cashe’s upper half through the ropes and Amber positions him to be DDTed in a Hung Rope style but to the OUTSIDE.
Markson: This will not end well for Cashe! The man is hard headed but that could send him right into concussion protocol if she does this!
Napier: To her own Brother!!
But it starts to fall apart as Shawn Warstein races across the ring and crashes the party by diving and clipping Knox to the back of the knee.
Napier: Danny Tanner might have had a wing clipped! You know he has bad knees!
Warstein grabs hold of Cashe’s legs before Amber can fall back with the planned DDT to the outside. The two of them have Cashe in almost a tug of war and the fans laughed at the situation!
Knox testing his knee as he rises, jogs into a run as he makes his way to the far side of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, he picks up speed, his knee pain in the back of his mind as he leaps up behind Warstein, grabbing him by the shoulders and falling backwards with a single knee placed in Warstein's lower back as he falls into a single leg backstabber! At the same time, Cashe’s legs fall free and Amber, already at an angle pulling, flies backwards off the apron with Cashe’s head still locked in a headlock. She crashes down hard onto the floor as Cashe is planted with a Hung Rope DDT to the outside.
Markson: Good Lawd!!
Napier: You can say that again!!
Markson: Goood LAAAWD!!
Now the two LEGAL competitors were outside the ring while Knox and Warstein were inside. Knox goes for the cover and gets no response from the referee. The zebra for the night was instead starting the count on both Amber Ryan and Jason Cashe.
Moving to the ropes to get his Tag Partner inside the ring. Knox was not against winning via countout and Cashe was slumped. There was a good chance he had been put to dreamland, more so after almost going to sleep earlier from the submission. Knox was willing to bank on that as he dropped down out of the ring and started to pull Amber up.
As she stands and the two members of Never//morE turn to the ring, Shawn Warstein is flying through the ropes with a suicide dive!
Napier: Pile up at ringside!
Markson: Poor Cashe, he is at the bottom of the pile.
Pushing off the bodies, Warstein rolls Knox away and plucks Amber off the ground. He tosses her under the ropes and looks up at the referee to see that he was on 6 with his count. Turning back to grab Cashe, Warstein finds Knox getting up. Adjusting to Knox, Warstein hurries to him but Knox snatches him up, twirls around and connects with a thundering Spine Buster into the ringside floor!
Markson: Huge Spinebuster by Knox onto Warstein!
Napier: With Amber in the ring, Cashe better get in or this match will end in a count out!
Sitting on the floors, Knox had a smile on his face. He was waiting for the count to reach 10 but his partner had a difference of opinion as Amber groggily rolled back out of the ring to reset the count. Getting off the floor, Knox questions Amber as she shoves past him and reaches down to pull Cashe up.
Napier: I say take the win however you can get it..
Markson: There are no bragging rights winning that way!
Napier: If you win the whole cup, who remembers the ONE countout victory you had? Nobody. You won. Stop overthinking it, win the match!
Unable to do it on her own, Amber nudges Knox so that he helps her get Cashe up. As the count reaches 9, they roll Cashe into the ring and Amber crawls in after him. The referee signals for a clean entry and the match continues!
With Knox standing up on the apron, he watches as Amber drops down onto Cashe in a mount position. She pulls his head up, locking it into a headlock and applying a Seated Guillotine choke on the ‘DiOGee’. Knox started celebrating, arms in the air as if victory was moments away!
Markson: A bit too soon for that maybe..
Up from the floor came Shawn Warstein who grabs Knox’s legs and yanks them out from under him. Knox falls and smashes his face onto the apron, stunned in pain as he grabs his face. Warstein grabs him at the back of his neck and runs him into the outside steel post!
Just as the submission inside the ring gets deeply applied, Warstein slides in the ring, scurries up and dives at Amber, breaking up the submission before it could do any damage.
Markson: I think Cashe is still fairly out of it. That Hung Rope DDT really put him in a problematic situation!
Napier: He was already Sh-mart like Caveman.. Let's hope it doesn't get worse!
Ripping Amber up off of Cashe, Warstein throws her into a nearby corner. Instead of continuing to fight as the illegal man, Warstein slaps down at Cashe until Cashe comes to. Giving him the motion to tag as he yells at Cashe to get focused.
Napier: I think they should lock themselves into a room until they can get along..
Markson: What?
Napier: Imagine if they got along? If they could get in not only the same page but the same word in the same sentence? Could be a tough combination for anyone..
With Warstein back in his corner, awaiting a tag. His arm reaches to try and get one as Cashe drags himself closer like a zombie would move. Amber Ryan pulls herself from her own corner, ready to strike but Matt Knox reaches out and blind tags her.
Rushing into the ring, Knox flies like a birdie across towards his opponent. Slamming into Cashe, shoving him into the ring ropes and immediately blasting Shawn Warstein in the mouth with a heavy loaded right hand! Warstein slumps on the apron but keeps the ropes in hand to prevent himself from falling.
Feeling proud of himself, Knox peacocks a bit like another type of bird before turning to Cashe who was still the legal man. Knox drives an elbow into Cashe’s lower back which causes Cashe to hug the ropes to keep himself from crumbling to the canvas. Grabbing him, Knox turns Cashe around..
WHACK!!
Cashe connects with a LOUD Striking Elbow, a short version of his ‘Mark of JASON’ as he didn't have time to line it up or put much launch to it but it still had an impact! Knox’s left leg buckles as if he stepped into a pothole before he slaps down with all sorts of ‘flair’ into a face flop onto the canvas. Cashe dives and tags Warstein!
Napier: He got the tag!
Markson: He needed the tag! Cashe has been the legal man for most of this match and has taken on some significant damage in doing so.
Napier: Warstein looks to have Knox on the Executioner’s block!
Sliding into a kiddie corner, Shawn Warstein stalks Knox as the bird man begins to rise. His jaw a touch more loose than before, Knox shakes off his daze and gets to his feet. Turning to find Amber across the ring reaching out, wanting a tag. Out from his peripheral, Knox glances to his left as Warstein bursts from the corner. Trying to react in time, Knox puts up a hand to block his face but Warstein’s knee still comes in HOT and connects with his Kninshasa finisher!
Markson: King’s Crown!! Warstein hit the King’s Crown! This one might be over!!
As Warstein hurries to roll Knox onto his back and make the cover. Amber Ryan gets in and stomps down on the back of Warstein’s head to break it up. The referee shoves her back, telling her to exit the ring as Warstein pushes off of Knox and gives Amber a scolding stare.
Napier: Those two need to have themselves a few minutes in this match, that's a match I would pay GOOD money to watch!
Markson: You and anyone who knows them would!
Still on his knees, Warstein sat next to a downed Matt Knox. Taking his stare away from Amber, Warstein crashes down an elbow into Knox’s unguarded face. Blood forms from a cut above his left eye after two more sharp elbows land flush and Knox seems out of it.
Amber was cussing and yelling. She wanted in this match, she wanted to take on Shawn Warstein and the fans started growling with cheer wanting the same thing!
Markson: Listen to this crowd! San Diego wants Ryan versus Warstein!
Napier: With both Knox and Cashe looking like used up punching bags, that might be exactly what this match needs to determine a winner!
Warstein nods. He likes the idea as well and gets to his feet, pulling Knox’s almost limp body with him. Shoving him towards the corner near Amber, Warstein motions for her to make the tag. Not just make the tag but he starts waving for her to enter the ring. The audience was getting amped up!
Amber slowly moves to make the tag, lifting Knox’s arm up and slapping his hand as if palm to palm was the only official way to make a tag. It was dramatic but it fit the situation. She ducks under the top rope and enters the ring.
LET'S GO WARSTEIN!
AMBER'S GONNA KILL YOU!
LET'S GO WARSTEIN!
AMBER'S GONNA KILL YOU!
The place was popping like the fourth of July as these two stood across from each other. They had done so briefly before in this match but now, their partners weren't as lively, this was all on them now.
In a surge that matched the energy of the crowd, Amber Ryan threw the first punch. She roared into it and Warstein returned the shot. They took turns with single shots given. Amber threw an almost just elbow, Warstein snapped a few jabs before going for a kick to the gut but his foot was caught. Amber whipped his leg sideways, spinning him around before grabbing him from behind. Warstein throws back an elbow that catches her to the temple, she stumbles, releasing her grapple.
Warstein goes to grab her in a gutwrench but Amber shows her strength and goes to GORILLA PRESS him and the crowd goes bananas!
Napier: You wouldn't expect a Gorilla Press from Amber Ryan..
Markson: And yet, in recent times, it has been seen! It happened! She is a powerful woman!
The gorilla never happened. Warstein slipped free, wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging onto her before going for a Belly to Belly.. Amber threw a headbutt, a few short punches preventing Warstein from executing. The two shoved off each other.
Quickly, Amber turned and raced for the ropes. Springing from them, she ducks a weak clothesline attempt by Warstein. She keeps her pace as she hits the opposite ropes. Warstein spins around and catches her midair as she goes for a Crossbody!
Napier: Uh oh!
Using his size advantage over her, Shawn pushes Amber up and lifts her up with a Gorilla Press!
Markson: The roles have been reversed!!
Taking a step towards the ropes, Warstein was looking to launch Amber to the outside. As he gets ready for the toss, Knox is in the ring and swiftly hits Warstein to the ribs with a Middle Kick that sends a jolt of pain through Warstein. Amber falls to the canvas behind as Shawn stumbles, grabbing at his side. Knox hits an overhand right that catches Warstein to the ear before the Caaaw Caaaw shoves Warstein into the turnbuckles and crashes into him with a corner clothesline.
Knox steps out of the way as Amber Ryan races in, running up the corner and burying her knee into Shawn’s face! Dropping to her feet, Amber pulls Warstein out of the corner and lets him fall to the canvas.
Back in the fight comes Jason Cashe as he races from his corner and clotheslines Knox back over the ropes, sending him to the outside. Cashe blocks a wide swinging right from Amber, lifting her by the armpits before sitting her down with a sitdown spine buster!
Back to his feet, Cashe starts banging on his own chest before howling at the skies above him!
Markson: Cashe needs to stop hyping himself up and get this win!
Helping Warstein up, Cashe gets back to their corner and hurries to get out onto the ring apron. He makes the official tag to Warstein and now enters the ring as the legal man. Knox pops up on the apron across the ring and Cashe crashes into him with a stiff forearm.
As he turns back to Amber, the legal competitor for that team. Cashe pulls her off a knee as she was already beginning to rise. Scooping her up, Cashe was going for his Northern Lights Driver but Amber counters it with a small package! The referee drops into a count..
One!!
Steve Cotton: Introducing first! At a combined weight of THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX Pounds! The former S.E.X. Cup Winners! Amber Ryan and Matthew Knox, Never//morE!”
Amber makes a beeline to the ring at a deliberate pace while Matthew walks ahead of her, slapping outstretched hands. As they get into the ring, Knox leans over the ropes to hype the fans further. He returns to Amber, attempting to discuss strategy only to have her step out onto the apron.
Napier: Danny Tanner is looking very different without the confidence of the International Championship draped over his shoulder.
Markson: I can't imagine he is too happy with how things went at the Uncivil War but tonight, he has the chance to advance one step closer to winning the SEX Cup for a Second time!
Napier: Chances are best found in a game of Monopoly..
“With all this bread I need a bigger stomach.”
The opening chords of “Centuries Remix” begin to play over the PA System.
“My name Rings bells so they can hear me coming”
A cloud of smoke fills the entrance ramp as the lights begin to dim.
“Did it all on my own, they ain’t give me nothin’”
Just as Shawn Warstein steps out from the back does the music change.. Lauren Hill’s voice soundfully brings in opening lines of the chorus to "Ready or Not".
Jason Cashe comes out from the back to the dismay of Warstein.
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, weighing in at a total of FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE Pounds! The team of Shawn Warstein and Jason Cashe!!
Sliding his feet in a shuffle and full of energy as he gets to the stage’s edge, Cashe cocks back and howls at the live audience! His partner just heads to the ring.
Markson: Maybe the biggest obstacle that these two have is each other.
Napier: I dunno, Cashe seems to be lively tonight!
Markson: He’s probably high, so..
Napier: It is somewhat known that Cashe does not get high before a match. A true Match Fiend and he is seeking a different kind of high within those four sides of ropes!
Warstein climbs the steel stairs and walks along the outside ring apron before ducking under the top rope and entering the ring. Cashe leaps up onto the apron as the entrance ramp ends and ringside begins. With the music and entrances over, the four competitors settle in at their respective corners.
Napier: IT'S GO TIME! SEMI FINALS, S.E.X. CUP!
Even after the bell, Shawn Warstein and Jason Cashe are determining who will start the match.
Markson: Are they really playing Rock, Paper, Scissors right now?
Napier: It's fair.
Warstein throws paper, Cashe throws rock. Nodding after his losing hand, Cashe exits the ring and steps out onto the apron.
Napier: Danny Tanner and Shawn Warstein starting things off! To some, this could be a huge singles match but right now, we will have to settle for a Tag Team bout!
The referee waves in both to go at it. In typical ring fashion, they begin to almost circle each other before colliding together into a front standing lockup. Knox, the bigger of the two, walks Warstein back, putting his back to the ropes. Warstein drives forward a knee into Knox’s midsection, slipping out of the lock up and moving away from the ropes.
Again, they go to lock up. Warstein ducks under the grapple attempt and slides around Knox. Twirling around, Knox is met with a knife edge chop to the bare chest. He stumbles back before roaring back to Warstein, hitting him with a solid forearm to the face. Both men nod, wanting to apply the pressure and they launch at each other and fists and forearms begin to fly!
Markson: These two are going at it like Don Frye and Yoshihiro Takayama did back in 2002 for Pride FC!
Napier: Ohhhh Knox with a vicious headbutt, that wasn't allowed in Pride was it?
Stumbling back, almost dropping to a knee after the headbutt from Knox. Shawn drives his shoulder low and into Knox’s midsection. Lifting the man of many children up and dumping him onto his back with a very amateur style takedown.
Napier: Nice double leg by Warstein! Three of the Four in this match have a great submission skillset so this could get interesting!
Markson: And then there is Cashe who’s idea of a submission is a Purple Nurple..
Napier: Which hurts!
Immediately, Warstein throws a shotgun loaded elbow down, looking to break facial bones but Knox moves his head and the elbow strikes against the canvas. Knox acts fast, pushing and bucking before shoving Warstein off to the side. They both scramble to their feet. Knox goes for a clothesline, Warstein ducks it and races to the ropes. Amber swings a foot up, kicking Warstein in the back as he bends into the ring ropes. He arches back from the kick, turns to her but is leveled by Matthew Knox who plows against Warstein with a lariat that sends the ‘Fuzzy Ghostface’ up and over the ropes, thudding to the ringside floor.
Napier: That's good team work by the first TPW Tag Champions and the first ever winners of the S.E.X. Cup tournament!
Markson: Yeah, you have to expect them to be on the same page. At least closer to the same page than Warstein and Cashe.
Napier: I think both teams have their issues with their own partners. Knox and Amber have had plenty of battles against the other, one of which is coming up soon in another Promotion!
Markson: That's true but what problems within that either team might have. It is what they do in THIS moment that will determine the outcome here tonight!
With the referee reaching 5 on the count. Knox and Amber are game planning in their corner. Warstein rounds the outside and rolls into the ring closer to his own corner. Shaking off the slight mishap, Warstein was ready to go again. Cashe reaches over and slaps Warstein on the back shoulder. The referee signals the legal tag.
Napier: I don't think Warstein was wanting to tag out..
Markson: Blind tags are very common in Professional Wrestling!
As Cashe pops through the ropes and looks ready to get his scrap on. Knox, across the ring smiles and tags in Amber Ryan. Immediately, Cashe turns and tags Warstein, giving him the nod to get back in there.
Markson: Hahahahaha! Is Cashe scared of his ‘Sister’?
Napier: Not at all. He said at one time he didn't want to fight her because it was his Sister but this is just tactics is all..
Markson: Yeaaaaah…
Amid some arguing between Shawn and Jason, they once again trade places with the Tag Rope. Showing his support, Cashe claps and hoots for Warstein. Moving to lock up with Amber, Warstein grabs empty space as Amber ducks the grappling arms and rushes past Warstein, leaping as she approaches Cashe and blasts him in the face with a Superman esq punch. Yelling at him as he grabs his face and looks surprised and almost offended!
From behind though, Shawn Warstein wasn't waiting around. He rushes and crashes into Amber. Putting her into the turnbuckles and clubbing down at her with heavy forearms and hammerfists. A quick tag between partners, Cashe enters the ring. Both of them yank Amber from the corner, hooking her under the arms before launching her with a Double Throwing Hip Toss! She flies across the ring and slams against the canvas.
Markson: Uh oh! Did Warstein and Cashe just pull a fast one on Amber Ryan?!
Napier: I do think they used Cashe being annoying to their advantage!
As Amber pushes to her feet, her ‘Brother’ races to her, pulling her head into standing front facelock before hooking her arm behind his neck. Snapping her over with a quick suplex, she arches as she lands. Cashe to his feet, jolts around and slaps Knox across the face before clucking around like a Chicken to mock his ‘Bird’ moniker. Knox tries to get in the ring but the referee hurries over to stop him.
Napier: Cashe is stirring things up!
Markson: Yeah, well, he better remember who is legal in this match because his ‘Sister’ is up on her feet and he hasn't noticed!!
Leaping onto his back like a backpack, Amber Ryan puts Cashe in a rear naked choke! His arms extended reaching for the ropes but he was too far. As the grip tightened, Cashe was gasping and losing the ability to breath. Shawn Warstein begins yelling from the corner, giving Cashe simple instructions. Taking baby steps, Cashe moves towards his corner, reaching out, wanting to tag Warstein as his vision begins to blur as seen by the amount of times he was blinking.
The submission was applied deep and Cashe was just out of arm's reach from Warstein before dropping to a knee. Amber, able to stand, keeps the choke wrapped around his neck but releases the leg wrap.
Markson: Why release the body loc– Ahhhhh!
Amber jumps up and falls back, bringing Cashe with her as they fall back onto the canvas. Her legs again wrap around him as she keeps the Rear Naked Choke in place. Warstein hurries into the ring and stomps down into Amber’s face. Knox rushes across the ring and plows into Warstein as the two begin scuffling.
With the referee trying to keep the peace between the two illegal partners, the submission by Amber was still applied. It would take more than a kick to the face to stop her. Cashe starts driving elbows into her side, her legs, shins, anywhere he can drop an elbow. With the ref not watching, he pinched her. Tried to bite her and then as if it was coming from a deep reserve, he does her like you are supposed to do a Shark. He reaches up, finds her eye and sticks a thumb into the socket!
Markson: That is NOT allowed!
Napier: What the referee doesn't, doesn't hurt anyone.. Well, it hurts someone but Gee Whizz is it entertaining for us!
Markson: Did you just say Gee Whizz?
Napier: I did! That happened!
She releases the hold and a seemingly drunk Cashe flops up and tries to get away. At this time, Warstein grabs Knox behind the head and tosses him through the ropes. Knox rolls as he hits the ringside floor. Warstein shoves Cashe out of the way as Amber rises to a Sprinter’s position and shoots herself from there, spearing Shawn Warstein as he rushes at her!
Napier: Fantastic spear by Amber Ryan!
Big eyed and almost with a drunk gaze to him, Jason Cashe is leaning against the ropes. An enraged Amber Ryan who had some swelling to her right eye was roaring out in a growl as she got back to her feet and looked to Cashe. Moving along the ropes, Cashe got to the opposite side of the ring. Having some distance between him and his ‘Sister’ as she slowly and very slasher/killer like, began to stalk him as if he were prey.
Trying to be sneaky on the outside, Matthew Knox was rounding the ring to get behind where Cashe was. In a furious rage, Amber starts to race at Cashe but from behind, Shawn Warstein slams into her with a Double Axe to the back. She drops to her knees but not for long as Warstein stands her up and throws her running at Cashe.
Lowering a shoulder, Cashe lifts and sends Amber Ryan up and over the ropes to the outside. Knox stumbles back seeing her coming over the ropes and hurries to move out of the way. She lands HARD on her butt as her face collides with her knees as she lands.
Napier: Oof! That's gonna leave a mark!
Knox checks on Amber as the referee begins the count. Inside the ring, Cashe is starting to shake off the draining of the submission. Warstein is yelling for him to come make the tag. As Knox helps Amber to her feet on the outside, he spots Cashe making his way to Warstein. Hurrying to slide into the ring, Knox scurries up and rushes over, plowing into Cashe from behind. Taunting Warstein a bit before putting his focus back on Cashe.
A few well placed clubbing blows. Knox gets Cashe up and walks him over to the ropes as Amber gets up onto the ring apron. Shoving Cashe’s head under the top rope and over the middle, Amber latches on and secures Cashe with a standing headlock.
Napier: Ohh! What are they about to do to Cashe right now?!
Knox feeds Cashe’s upper half through the ropes and Amber positions him to be DDTed in a Hung Rope style but to the OUTSIDE.
Markson: This will not end well for Cashe! The man is hard headed but that could send him right into concussion protocol if she does this!
Napier: To her own Brother!!
But it starts to fall apart as Shawn Warstein races across the ring and crashes the party by diving and clipping Knox to the back of the knee.
Napier: Danny Tanner might have had a wing clipped! You know he has bad knees!
Warstein grabs hold of Cashe’s legs before Amber can fall back with the planned DDT to the outside. The two of them have Cashe in almost a tug of war and the fans laughed at the situation!
Knox testing his knee as he rises, jogs into a run as he makes his way to the far side of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, he picks up speed, his knee pain in the back of his mind as he leaps up behind Warstein, grabbing him by the shoulders and falling backwards with a single knee placed in Warstein's lower back as he falls into a single leg backstabber! At the same time, Cashe’s legs fall free and Amber, already at an angle pulling, flies backwards off the apron with Cashe’s head still locked in a headlock. She crashes down hard onto the floor as Cashe is planted with a Hung Rope DDT to the outside.
Markson: Good Lawd!!
Napier: You can say that again!!
Markson: Goood LAAAWD!!
Now the two LEGAL competitors were outside the ring while Knox and Warstein were inside. Knox goes for the cover and gets no response from the referee. The zebra for the night was instead starting the count on both Amber Ryan and Jason Cashe.
Moving to the ropes to get his Tag Partner inside the ring. Knox was not against winning via countout and Cashe was slumped. There was a good chance he had been put to dreamland, more so after almost going to sleep earlier from the submission. Knox was willing to bank on that as he dropped down out of the ring and started to pull Amber up.
As she stands and the two members of Never//morE turn to the ring, Shawn Warstein is flying through the ropes with a suicide dive!
Napier: Pile up at ringside!
Markson: Poor Cashe, he is at the bottom of the pile.
Pushing off the bodies, Warstein rolls Knox away and plucks Amber off the ground. He tosses her under the ropes and looks up at the referee to see that he was on 6 with his count. Turning back to grab Cashe, Warstein finds Knox getting up. Adjusting to Knox, Warstein hurries to him but Knox snatches him up, twirls around and connects with a thundering Spine Buster into the ringside floor!
Markson: Huge Spinebuster by Knox onto Warstein!
Napier: With Amber in the ring, Cashe better get in or this match will end in a count out!
Sitting on the floors, Knox had a smile on his face. He was waiting for the count to reach 10 but his partner had a difference of opinion as Amber groggily rolled back out of the ring to reset the count. Getting off the floor, Knox questions Amber as she shoves past him and reaches down to pull Cashe up.
Napier: I say take the win however you can get it..
Markson: There are no bragging rights winning that way!
Napier: If you win the whole cup, who remembers the ONE countout victory you had? Nobody. You won. Stop overthinking it, win the match!
Unable to do it on her own, Amber nudges Knox so that he helps her get Cashe up. As the count reaches 9, they roll Cashe into the ring and Amber crawls in after him. The referee signals for a clean entry and the match continues!
With Knox standing up on the apron, he watches as Amber drops down onto Cashe in a mount position. She pulls his head up, locking it into a headlock and applying a Seated Guillotine choke on the ‘DiOGee’. Knox started celebrating, arms in the air as if victory was moments away!
Markson: A bit too soon for that maybe..
Up from the floor came Shawn Warstein who grabs Knox’s legs and yanks them out from under him. Knox falls and smashes his face onto the apron, stunned in pain as he grabs his face. Warstein grabs him at the back of his neck and runs him into the outside steel post!
Just as the submission inside the ring gets deeply applied, Warstein slides in the ring, scurries up and dives at Amber, breaking up the submission before it could do any damage.
Markson: I think Cashe is still fairly out of it. That Hung Rope DDT really put him in a problematic situation!
Napier: He was already Sh-mart like Caveman.. Let's hope it doesn't get worse!
Ripping Amber up off of Cashe, Warstein throws her into a nearby corner. Instead of continuing to fight as the illegal man, Warstein slaps down at Cashe until Cashe comes to. Giving him the motion to tag as he yells at Cashe to get focused.
Napier: I think they should lock themselves into a room until they can get along..
Markson: What?
Napier: Imagine if they got along? If they could get in not only the same page but the same word in the same sentence? Could be a tough combination for anyone..
With Warstein back in his corner, awaiting a tag. His arm reaches to try and get one as Cashe drags himself closer like a zombie would move. Amber Ryan pulls herself from her own corner, ready to strike but Matt Knox reaches out and blind tags her.
Rushing into the ring, Knox flies like a birdie across towards his opponent. Slamming into Cashe, shoving him into the ring ropes and immediately blasting Shawn Warstein in the mouth with a heavy loaded right hand! Warstein slumps on the apron but keeps the ropes in hand to prevent himself from falling.
Feeling proud of himself, Knox peacocks a bit like another type of bird before turning to Cashe who was still the legal man. Knox drives an elbow into Cashe’s lower back which causes Cashe to hug the ropes to keep himself from crumbling to the canvas. Grabbing him, Knox turns Cashe around..
WHACK!!
Cashe connects with a LOUD Striking Elbow, a short version of his ‘Mark of JASON’ as he didn't have time to line it up or put much launch to it but it still had an impact! Knox’s left leg buckles as if he stepped into a pothole before he slaps down with all sorts of ‘flair’ into a face flop onto the canvas. Cashe dives and tags Warstein!
Napier: He got the tag!
Markson: He needed the tag! Cashe has been the legal man for most of this match and has taken on some significant damage in doing so.
Napier: Warstein looks to have Knox on the Executioner’s block!
Sliding into a kiddie corner, Shawn Warstein stalks Knox as the bird man begins to rise. His jaw a touch more loose than before, Knox shakes off his daze and gets to his feet. Turning to find Amber across the ring reaching out, wanting a tag. Out from his peripheral, Knox glances to his left as Warstein bursts from the corner. Trying to react in time, Knox puts up a hand to block his face but Warstein’s knee still comes in HOT and connects with his Kninshasa finisher!
Markson: King’s Crown!! Warstein hit the King’s Crown! This one might be over!!
As Warstein hurries to roll Knox onto his back and make the cover. Amber Ryan gets in and stomps down on the back of Warstein’s head to break it up. The referee shoves her back, telling her to exit the ring as Warstein pushes off of Knox and gives Amber a scolding stare.
Napier: Those two need to have themselves a few minutes in this match, that's a match I would pay GOOD money to watch!
Markson: You and anyone who knows them would!
Still on his knees, Warstein sat next to a downed Matt Knox. Taking his stare away from Amber, Warstein crashes down an elbow into Knox’s unguarded face. Blood forms from a cut above his left eye after two more sharp elbows land flush and Knox seems out of it.
Amber was cussing and yelling. She wanted in this match, she wanted to take on Shawn Warstein and the fans started growling with cheer wanting the same thing!
Markson: Listen to this crowd! San Diego wants Ryan versus Warstein!
Napier: With both Knox and Cashe looking like used up punching bags, that might be exactly what this match needs to determine a winner!
Warstein nods. He likes the idea as well and gets to his feet, pulling Knox’s almost limp body with him. Shoving him towards the corner near Amber, Warstein motions for her to make the tag. Not just make the tag but he starts waving for her to enter the ring. The audience was getting amped up!
Amber slowly moves to make the tag, lifting Knox’s arm up and slapping his hand as if palm to palm was the only official way to make a tag. It was dramatic but it fit the situation. She ducks under the top rope and enters the ring.
LET'S GO WARSTEIN!
AMBER'S GONNA KILL YOU!
LET'S GO WARSTEIN!
AMBER'S GONNA KILL YOU!
The place was popping like the fourth of July as these two stood across from each other. They had done so briefly before in this match but now, their partners weren't as lively, this was all on them now.
In a surge that matched the energy of the crowd, Amber Ryan threw the first punch. She roared into it and Warstein returned the shot. They took turns with single shots given. Amber threw an almost just elbow, Warstein snapped a few jabs before going for a kick to the gut but his foot was caught. Amber whipped his leg sideways, spinning him around before grabbing him from behind. Warstein throws back an elbow that catches her to the temple, she stumbles, releasing her grapple.
Warstein goes to grab her in a gutwrench but Amber shows her strength and goes to GORILLA PRESS him and the crowd goes bananas!
Napier: You wouldn't expect a Gorilla Press from Amber Ryan..
Markson: And yet, in recent times, it has been seen! It happened! She is a powerful woman!
The gorilla never happened. Warstein slipped free, wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging onto her before going for a Belly to Belly.. Amber threw a headbutt, a few short punches preventing Warstein from executing. The two shoved off each other.
Quickly, Amber turned and raced for the ropes. Springing from them, she ducks a weak clothesline attempt by Warstein. She keeps her pace as she hits the opposite ropes. Warstein spins around and catches her midair as she goes for a Crossbody!
Napier: Uh oh!
Using his size advantage over her, Shawn pushes Amber up and lifts her up with a Gorilla Press!
Markson: The roles have been reversed!!
Taking a step towards the ropes, Warstein was looking to launch Amber to the outside. As he gets ready for the toss, Knox is in the ring and swiftly hits Warstein to the ribs with a Middle Kick that sends a jolt of pain through Warstein. Amber falls to the canvas behind as Shawn stumbles, grabbing at his side. Knox hits an overhand right that catches Warstein to the ear before the Caaaw Caaaw shoves Warstein into the turnbuckles and crashes into him with a corner clothesline.
Knox steps out of the way as Amber Ryan races in, running up the corner and burying her knee into Shawn’s face! Dropping to her feet, Amber pulls Warstein out of the corner and lets him fall to the canvas.
Back in the fight comes Jason Cashe as he races from his corner and clotheslines Knox back over the ropes, sending him to the outside. Cashe blocks a wide swinging right from Amber, lifting her by the armpits before sitting her down with a sitdown spine buster!
Back to his feet, Cashe starts banging on his own chest before howling at the skies above him!
Markson: Cashe needs to stop hyping himself up and get this win!
Helping Warstein up, Cashe gets back to their corner and hurries to get out onto the ring apron. He makes the official tag to Warstein and now enters the ring as the legal man. Knox pops up on the apron across the ring and Cashe crashes into him with a stiff forearm.
As he turns back to Amber, the legal competitor for that team. Cashe pulls her off a knee as she was already beginning to rise. Scooping her up, Cashe was going for his Northern Lights Driver but Amber counters it with a small package! The referee drops into a count..
One!!
Two!!
THREE!!!
Markson: Holy crap! Cashe had the match in the palm of his hands! He was going to put it away and Amber pulled the rug out from under him!
Napier: Was that three though? That seemed fast..
Letting the quick pin go, Cashe pops up and immediately looks disappointed as he sits on his knees. Amber slowly rolled out of the ring, dropping to the outside but picked up the win for her team as Steve Cotton got on the microphone and made it official.
Steve Cotton: Your winners via pinfall.. moving on to the S.E.X Cup finals.... AMBER RYAN AND MATT KNOX!!! NEVER//MORE!
Markson: Holy crap! Cashe had the match in the palm of his hands! He was going to put it away and Amber pulled the rug out from under him!
Napier: Was that three though? That seemed fast..
Letting the quick pin go, Cashe pops up and immediately looks disappointed as he sits on his knees. Amber slowly rolled out of the ring, dropping to the outside but picked up the win for her team as Steve Cotton got on the microphone and made it official.
Steve Cotton: Your winners via pinfall.. moving on to the S.E.X Cup finals.... AMBER RYAN AND MATT KNOX!!! NEVER//MORE!
*The shot focuses on Knox and Ryan celebrating as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to Alexander Marshall standing in the ring with a smug smile on his face. The fans are booing like crazy, some even throwing trash at Marshall who only laughs. *
Alexander Marshall: I see the world-famous San Diego Zoo has let their animals loose tonight, and they found their way here.
*More boos and more trash. *
Alexander Marshall: Go ahead San Diego, throw more trash and you'll lose TPW like you did the Chargers. Now listen up, unlike you Thunderamorons, I actually have a job to do. I've got HR department work to do, something I'm sure this crowd full of Toby Flendesons can relate to.
So, Mike Matthews, GET YOUR A$$ OUT HERE!!!
*The crowd begins to cheer as Senior Official Mike “The Mullet” Matthews begins walking to the ring looking very nervous. *
Markson: Why is Alexander Marshall calling Ref Mullet to the ring?
Napier: Mullet helped embarrass Alexander at Uncivil War, so I'm assuming Alexander is going to embarrass Mullet.
*Mullet sheepishly gets in the ring asking “What's going on?”. *
Alexander Marshall: Matthews, at Uncivil War, you embarrassed me and all of Thunder Pro Wrestling when you made the incorrect call and disqualified Rogue’s Gallery when I was simply offering my tired, worn-out brother, a seat to rest his old bones on. You made a terrible call in the match, and an even worse call letting Rogue’s Gallery manhandle me after the match.
You're clearly unfit for duty, and therefore I have no choice but to… Wait… are you crying?
*The shot focuses on Mullet whose eyes are red with tears rolling down his face, even though he keeps a stiff upper lip. *
Alexander Marshall: Oh yes, you need this job don't you? You've got a sick brother whose medical bills you have to pay. The burden of a brother, I can sympathize with that. So, I'll let you keep your job, but only on one condition.
YOU KISS MY FEET!!!
*The crowd erupts with boos as Mullet looks confused and grossed out. Alexander begins to laugh as he kicks his loafer off. Mullet begins shaking his head, and Alexander laughs harder as he pulls his sock off and wiggles his little piggies. *
Alexander Marshall: What's it going to be, stop your brother's dialysis or suck my big toe. KISS THAT BUNYAN!!!
*The crowd boos louder as Mullet shakes his head. *
Alexander Marshall: I'll make it easier for you.
*Marshall puts his foot on the middle rope and wiggles his toes again. Mullet begins to cry a bit more and drops to his knees. Mullet shakes his head and Alexander screams “DO IT!”.
Mullet leans in closer with his lips puckered when”Working Man” by Rush blares over the PA.
The crowd erupts with cheers as Greg The Ownerman storms down the entranceway. Alexander looks like he has seen a ghost as he begins back into the corner, and Ref Mullet stands up and holds the ropes open for Greg as he enters the ring.
Greg marches over to Alexander and rips the mic from his hand, and the music immediately cuts off. *
Greg: ALEX, I’VE HAD IT!!! I let a lot of stuff slide because Thunder Pro was growing, but I can’t allow this anymore If anyone embarrassed Thunder Pro at Uncivil War it was YOU!!! We could have won, but you couldn’t put your petty rivalry with your brother aside, and you put getting one over on him ahead of the company.
Then you want to call Mullet out here and publicly embarrass him, for doing nothing more than is job? I’ve had it Alex, and it is time for a change. There is no toe-sucking, or butt-kissing you can do to stop this.
*Alex falls to his knees and begins begging. *
Greg: Stop crying you baby, you did this to yourself. It brings me great pleasure to say this. Alexander Marshall… YOU’RE FIIIIIRRRRREEEEEDDDDD!!!
*The crowd erupts with cheers as Alexander faints. Greg shakes his head and throws the microphone down on top of Alexander as security grabs Alexander and pulls him out of the ring.*
Crowd: NA, NA, NA, NA! NA, NA, NA, NA! HEY, HEY! GOOD BYE!!!
Markson: OH HAPPY DAY, OH HAPPY DAY!
Napier: I…. I, uh… Do… Do you think I get to keep my job.
Markson: I hope not.
Napier: HEY!
Markson: I miss Harry Hotcakes.
Napier: I need a drink and an aspirin.
*The crowd continues to cheer as Alexander Marsall is escorted away as we fade to another commercial break. *
Alexander Marshall: I see the world-famous San Diego Zoo has let their animals loose tonight, and they found their way here.
*More boos and more trash. *
Alexander Marshall: Go ahead San Diego, throw more trash and you'll lose TPW like you did the Chargers. Now listen up, unlike you Thunderamorons, I actually have a job to do. I've got HR department work to do, something I'm sure this crowd full of Toby Flendesons can relate to.
So, Mike Matthews, GET YOUR A$$ OUT HERE!!!
*The crowd begins to cheer as Senior Official Mike “The Mullet” Matthews begins walking to the ring looking very nervous. *
Markson: Why is Alexander Marshall calling Ref Mullet to the ring?
Napier: Mullet helped embarrass Alexander at Uncivil War, so I'm assuming Alexander is going to embarrass Mullet.
*Mullet sheepishly gets in the ring asking “What's going on?”. *
Alexander Marshall: Matthews, at Uncivil War, you embarrassed me and all of Thunder Pro Wrestling when you made the incorrect call and disqualified Rogue’s Gallery when I was simply offering my tired, worn-out brother, a seat to rest his old bones on. You made a terrible call in the match, and an even worse call letting Rogue’s Gallery manhandle me after the match.
You're clearly unfit for duty, and therefore I have no choice but to… Wait… are you crying?
*The shot focuses on Mullet whose eyes are red with tears rolling down his face, even though he keeps a stiff upper lip. *
Alexander Marshall: Oh yes, you need this job don't you? You've got a sick brother whose medical bills you have to pay. The burden of a brother, I can sympathize with that. So, I'll let you keep your job, but only on one condition.
YOU KISS MY FEET!!!
*The crowd erupts with boos as Mullet looks confused and grossed out. Alexander begins to laugh as he kicks his loafer off. Mullet begins shaking his head, and Alexander laughs harder as he pulls his sock off and wiggles his little piggies. *
Alexander Marshall: What's it going to be, stop your brother's dialysis or suck my big toe. KISS THAT BUNYAN!!!
*The crowd boos louder as Mullet shakes his head. *
Alexander Marshall: I'll make it easier for you.
*Marshall puts his foot on the middle rope and wiggles his toes again. Mullet begins to cry a bit more and drops to his knees. Mullet shakes his head and Alexander screams “DO IT!”.
Mullet leans in closer with his lips puckered when”Working Man” by Rush blares over the PA.
The crowd erupts with cheers as Greg The Ownerman storms down the entranceway. Alexander looks like he has seen a ghost as he begins back into the corner, and Ref Mullet stands up and holds the ropes open for Greg as he enters the ring.
Greg marches over to Alexander and rips the mic from his hand, and the music immediately cuts off. *
Greg: ALEX, I’VE HAD IT!!! I let a lot of stuff slide because Thunder Pro was growing, but I can’t allow this anymore If anyone embarrassed Thunder Pro at Uncivil War it was YOU!!! We could have won, but you couldn’t put your petty rivalry with your brother aside, and you put getting one over on him ahead of the company.
Then you want to call Mullet out here and publicly embarrass him, for doing nothing more than is job? I’ve had it Alex, and it is time for a change. There is no toe-sucking, or butt-kissing you can do to stop this.
*Alex falls to his knees and begins begging. *
Greg: Stop crying you baby, you did this to yourself. It brings me great pleasure to say this. Alexander Marshall… YOU’RE FIIIIIRRRRREEEEEDDDDD!!!
*The crowd erupts with cheers as Alexander faints. Greg shakes his head and throws the microphone down on top of Alexander as security grabs Alexander and pulls him out of the ring.*
Crowd: NA, NA, NA, NA! NA, NA, NA, NA! HEY, HEY! GOOD BYE!!!
Markson: OH HAPPY DAY, OH HAPPY DAY!
Napier: I…. I, uh… Do… Do you think I get to keep my job.
Markson: I hope not.
Napier: HEY!
Markson: I miss Harry Hotcakes.
Napier: I need a drink and an aspirin.
*The crowd continues to cheer as Alexander Marsall is escorted away as we fade to another commercial break. *