Friday Night Fury 4/12/24 Results
Apr 12, 2024 14:09:59 GMT -5
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*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a scene from the last Friday Night Fury. *
Markson: So, without further adieu, allow me to formally introduce all of you to the number one contender to the TPW International Championship, the competitor who will challenge for that championship at RetroMania in Chicago, Illinois… the Girl Who Makes Rain of Blood –
*He turns to the entranceway, smiling proudly as the instrumental version of “Battle Royale” by Apashe hits, drawing a big pop from the fans in attendance. He shouts over them, completing his announcement.*
Markson: – JUNKO SOUMA!
*Seconds later, Junko steps through the curtain and walks out onto the stage in a blue tracksuit. She looks out at the cheering fans with a proud expression on her face, soaking in their adulation before making her way down the ramp.
The scene flashes cutting to a moment later with the TPW International Champion Peter Vaughn standing in front of Junko in th ring. *
Vaughn: I believe that you’re worthy of this championship, Junko, more worthy than many others who have gotten the opportunity. This championship only deserves the best of the best competing for it. I respect everything you’ve accomplished in TPW, Junko. You and I, we’re going to take Retromania to a completely different level. I look forward to working with you.
*With that, Vaughn extends a hand towards Junko, waiting for her response. Appearing confused, maybe even a little shaken by Vaughn’s words, Junko looks down at his hand before turning her gaze toward the fans, who appear just as taken aback. First, there’s silence… and then a moment passes before boos swell up from deep in the heart of the arena. Junko looks back down at Vaughn’s hand… and then up at his face, eyes locked on her, steely gaze unwavering.
Junko takes a deep breath and slowly raises her hand, almost trembling under the pressure… before accepting Vaughn’s hand. He grips her tight, a firm and respectful handshake. She keeps her eyes on his, bracing for the betrayal… the kick to the stomach… the right hand to the jaw… maybe even an assault from behind by a hidden lackey. The fans boo… and seconds pass with nothing happening. Vaughn lets go of her hand and then looks at the championship belt resting on his shoulder before turning his head to face her once again, offering an almost… respectful nod before turning and climbing out of the ring, making his way down the steps without incident. The fans are so confused, they don’t even know how to react. Junko remains in the center of the ring, watching as he makes his way up the ramp. The shot focuses on Junko before slowly fading to the opening video for FNF. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota.. The crowd of over 18,000
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. *
DON’T TRUST VAUGHN!
WELCOME KAITLYN!
BLADE FAMILY FOR DUOS TITLES!
JACK KNOWS MENAGE A TRIOS!
GIVE ALESSIA A SHOT!
ORANGE EL D > GREY EL D
TEAMING WITH MALVADOS IS HELL!
LARRY TACT ON THE HALF SHELL!
*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: We have some big matches tonight, AND, I’ve been told that since Greg got JKO’ed last week and wasnt able to announce the new head of operations, he’s going to make the announcement here tonight.
Markson: That is right, big things coming from Greg tonight, and big things happening on Friday Night Fury.
Napier: Speaking of big things happening, we are starting the night out with words from our International Champion, Peter Vaugn.
Markson: Yes, it’s been a while since we started a Fury off without JMont, but after he JKO’ed Greg last Fury, I doubt we ever see JMont again.
Napier: I’m sure I’ll see him at Peter Vaughn’s fourth of July cookout.
Markson: Like he’d invite you.
Napier: Well, we’ll just ask him after he comes out here and speaks his mind.
Markson: Well, let’s get to... Wait, hold on a second. I'm getting word from the truck that Greg The Owner Man is going to be coming out to make his announcement... RIGHT NOW!!!
*The shot cuts to the back where Greg is seen walking down a hallway towards the Guerrilla position. Greg is seen buttoning his suit jacket as he walks. Greg slows for a moment, turning his head to wave at someone. Greg continues to walk while looking and waiving to someone off screen when a massive metal fire door flies open and nails Greg in the face, knocking Greg to the ground.
From the doorway steps Harry "The Hairstylist" Hotcakes. Hotcakes doesn't even notice Greg laying unconscious behind the open door as Hotcakes begins strutting down the hallway talking out loud to no one in particular. *
Hotcakes: OH YEAH BABY! Happy to be BACK! Doing what I do be, the official barber and hairstylist of Thunder Pro Wrestling. Feels so good daddy.
*Hotcakes disappears down the hallway and the camera focuses on Greg who is laid out on the ground as the scene transitions. *
*The camera is centered on a shot of a black and orange luchadora mask with a big orange bow on top and "HNK" in orange letters across the forehead. It's resting on a steel chair in the dressing room area. The applause quickly turns to cheers as the camera slowly zooms out, revealing Hanako Tohei is already in her gear, stretching and preparing for her match later in the evening. Sitting in a chair nearby, Junko Souma scrolls on her phone, clad in a blue and white tracksuit, oblivious.*
Hanako: < You don't have to worry about anything after tonight, Junko-chan -- >
*Sitting on the floor, Hanako leans forward, bringing her forehead as close to her outstretched leg as possible. Junko looks up from her phone, confused.*
Hanako: < -- I'm taking Matt Knox out... for everything he's done to us. >
*She sits upright, turns her head to face Junko.*
Hanako: < To you, especially. >
*Junko raises an eyebrow.*
Junko: < I don't understand... what did he do to us? >
*Hanako scoffs.*
Hanako: < Are you joking? He lit you on fire last year... and then he took advantage of you getting taken out of the Hurricane Hustle match and beat me up! That was our win, Junko... those were our trophies and he stole them out from under us -- >
Junko: < -- those weren't our trophies -- >
Hanako: < -- and it's all my fault. >
Junko: < Wait, how is it your fault? >
Hanako: < Because I promised you that I'd win that tournament for you... and I didn't. It all came down to me and I let you down... really crapped the bed, okay? >
Junko: < You didn't let me down... you did your best. If anyone is to blame for us not winning the S.E.X. Cup Tournament, it's J Mont. I would say put the blame on him, but... thankfully, he's gone now. >
Hanako: < Still, Knox is a douche. >
Junko: < He's a wrestler, Hana-kun... a trained fighter... when the bell rings, you do what must be done in order to win. >
*Hanako pushes herself off the floor, standing over the seated Junko.*
Hanako: < He lit you on fire! >
Junko: < It was an inferno battle royal -- >
*Junko shrugs.*
Junko: < -- that's... how you win an inferno battle royal. >
*Sighing, Junko stands and places her hand on Hanako's shoulder.*
Junko: < You should really give him a chance. He's not as bad as wrestling Twitter makes him out to be. Tonight, let whatever happens happen and, whoever wins, show respect. That's one of the better parts of puroresu -- >
*Hanako huffs, blowing orange hair out of her eyes.*
Junko: < -- maybe even the best part. >
Hanako: < Fine. >
Junko: < Besides, if you can trust the Malvados enough to fly to El Salvador with them... surely you can find it in your heart to give Knox the benefit of the doubt. >
Hanako: < The Malvados are super cool, though. Look at the mask they made for me. >
Junko: < Yeah, and you hate masks. >
*Hanako picks the mask up and looks it over in both hands.*
Hanako: < Yeah, they're stupid... and people who wear them shouldn't be trustOHMYGOD! >
*Hanako looks up at Junko with wide eyes.*
Hanako: < Dude, did I let the Malvados buy my trust with a shiny gift? >
*Junko offers a gentle smile.*
Junko: < It's okay to trust people, Hana-kun... once in a while. >
*Hanako sighs and falls back into the chair previously occupied by the mask, visibly disappointed in herself. Junko stands over her, watching as she turns the mask over in her hands... wondering what it all means.*
Junko: < The Malvados, Knox, Vaughn... they all have their haters -- >
*Hanako looks up at her, laying the mask flat in her lap.*
Junko: < -- so do I. >
Hanako: < Yeah, but your haters are wrong... and stupid. >
Junko: < Maybe... but it's your word against theirs. All we can do to sort out the right from the wrong is to see for ourselves. It doesn't do anyone any good to act on things we've only heard, okay? It's always better to experience them for ourselves. You never know what you might discover. Maybe a new friend -- >
Hanako: < -- or a new enemy. >
Junko: < That's true, too. >
*Hanako sets the mask down in her bag next to her chair. She turns, looking up at Junko, a genuine look of concern on her pale face. Junko raises an eyebrow, wondering what's on her friend's mind.*
Hanako: < So... you're not worried about Vaughn? >
*Junko averts her eyes, remaining silent.*
Hanako: < You have to admit... that was weird two weeks ago. >
Junko: < Hana-kun, I -- >
Hanako: < -- you've seen the things he's done. >
*Before they can continue their conversation, there's a polite knock at the dressing room door before it gently swings open, revealing Peter Vaughn standing in the doorway with the TPW International Championship on his shoulders. The live crowd erupts in boos, clearly buying nothing that he's selling. Smirking, he looks from Junko to Hanako and back again before speaking.*
Vaughn: Good evening, ladies. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.
*Neither responds, probably both still shocked at basically having summoned Vaughn like a demon… or just bad timing.*
Vaughn: Ms. Souma, I hope you’ve been training hard. I’m expecting a five-star match between us at Retromania. I know I need to be at the top of my game to keep my championship, knowing your skills.
Junko: You will get my very best. The TPW International Championship… deserves nothing less.
Vaughn: Ms. Tohei, I mainly wanted to let you know I’m rooting for you and The Malvados tonight against Rogues’ Gallery and that dastardly Matthew Knox. Considering what I saw those Rogues do to the Putties last month, you certainly need to be careful around them. And Knox will definitely take advantage of any situation that goes his way. He acts all high and mighty, but he would backstab you in a heartbeat if it got him closer to championship gold again. I mean, he set Ms. Souma on fire, for Pete’s sake!
Hanako: Believe me… I know. I’m gonna do everything I can to get him back for what he’s done to us.
*Junko rolls her eyes, silently wishing Hanako would stop making things personal about Knox.*
Vaughn: I don’t think you have anything to worry about. The Malvados are one of the best teams in the business. I know they’re fired up about getting their hands on Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown. Crazy names, by the way. And as for you, Ms. Tohei, I’m sure you’re more than a match for someone like Knox. Just be sure to take advantage of his overconfidence in himself and you’ll do fine.
*Hanako nods, glad that someone is agreeing with her on most points. Vaughn leans closer to her with a smirk.*
Vaughn: Also, his defenses aren’t as good on his lower half, so, uh, be sure and kick low, if you know what I mean.
*As Junko shakes her head in disapproval, Vaughn turns to the door, and then looks back.*
Vaughn: Don’t you ladies worry. I’m going to be close by, watching the whole thing. If anything happens, well, I’ll be there to make sure the right team wins.
*Junko steps forward, as if to protest, but Vaughn is already leaving. She looks back at Hanako, an expression of genuine concern on her face as she sees the look in Hanako’s eyes, digesting everything Vaughn just fed her, good and bad. We fade out on a slow zoom of Hanako’s smug expression as she stares through Junko, off in the direction in which Vaughn disappeared as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*“Make You Mine” by Madison Beer begins playing over the arena sound system.
I-I-I wanna feel, feel, feel
Wanna taste, taste, taste
Wanna get you goin’
As the lyrics to 'Make You Mine' play over the PA system, the strobe lights in the arena flash between pink, black and scarlet as Kaitlyn appears on stage with her back turned to the ring. She turns her head over her right shoulder to stare at the ring before twisting her body and sauntering down the rampway with outstretched arms. Looking out at the fans in attendance, she pushes her sunglasses down and begins dancing after reaching the bottom of the ramp.
Walking around the ring following her dance, she scales the steps surrounding the ring, stands on the apron and extends her arms outward before pushing off her jacket. Entering the ring, she approaches the turnbuckle and jumps atop it, extending her arms. She then removes her sunglasses and tosses them to a staff member ringside. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, she blows a kiss to the audience while readying herself for the upcoming match.*
Steve Cotton: The following contest is YOUR OPENING BOUT! This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, she wrestless out of Kearney, Nebraska and weighed in at 136 pounds… “Dark Witch” Kaitlyn Fletcher!
Markson: A newcomer to TPW, the Dark Witch is here to cast a spell that leads her up the rankings to stardom.
Napier: A country girl who had too much free time and found some woo-woo magic? She’s about to find out how much tougher it is to actually do the thing in the ring than dream about it.
Markson: Based on her remarks ahead of this match, I don’t think I would underestimate her abilities, Nick.
Napier: If I’m being honest, most of the roster are a bunch of pretenders. I’m just putting her at the same starting line.
*As Fletcher’s music fades, “Heart of A Lion” by Def Rebel takes over and the crowd gives a mixed reaction for Beretta Blade.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, wrestling out of Lowell, Massachusetts, she weighed in at 154 pounds… ‘Word Life’ Beretta Blade!
*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 and gets up watching Kaitlyn ready herself.*
Markson: Impressive flexibility as usual from the daughter of John Blade, who seemed to take offense to Ricky McGee’s recent approach towards Berretta.
Napier: John needs to look out for his little girl, who can’t relate to that?
Markson: Okay, but it seems like he may be taking it a bit far. Even Berretta tried to calm him down while preparing for her match.
Napier: You want to calm down ‘Word Life?’ Easy. Give him a fidget spinner and sit back.
*Kaitlyn meets Berretta in the middle of the ring as Referee Mullet gives both wrestlers instructions before they return to their corners and wait for the bell to ring.*
DING DING DING
*Both wrestlers approach each other in the ring and Kaitlyn offers a handshake to start. Beretta looks down at it and clasps her hand around Kaitlyn’s, looking out at the crowd who give polite applause. Kaitlyn tries drawing back but Beretta holds onto the hand and then pulls Fletcher close and lifts her up with a body slam. She maintains a grip on Kaitlyn’s wrist and brings her back up into a chop… brings her up for another… then a third chop… and brings her up one more time for a Belly to Belly Suplex before making a cover!*
One!
Tw– KICKOUT BY KAITLYN FLETCHER!
Markson: A rocky start for Kaitlyn as Beretta welcomes her with a string of offense that almost scores a two count.
Napier: Kaitlyn must have forgotten her eye of newt for conjuring up her plan for this match.
Markson: That’s one of the dumber witchy stereotypes you could come up with.
Napier: Use the right vernacular, Markson! I conjured it.
Markson: Are you going to go on like this all night?
*Kaitlyn shakes her head and gets to a knee until Beretta is there and lands a dropkick that flattens Fletcher. Blade then leans over and waves her hand in front of Kaitlyn…
Thunderamaniacs: “YOU CAN’T SEE ME!!!”
Beretta runs the ropes and drops the Five Knuckle Shuffle but hits the mat! Kaitlyn rolls away at the last moment and pops up with a Snap DDT onto Blade as she was getting back up. Beretta is quick to her feet and misses wildly with a haymaker before turning into a Jumping Neckbreaker from Kaitlyn. She adds a standing Moonsault on the button and makes her first pinfall attempt! *
One!
Two!
KICKOUT BY BERETTA BLADE!
Markson: The Dark Witch starting to build some momentum of her own here.
Napier: That was a generous two count. Referee Mullet must be under an enchantment.
Markson: From what I saw, that count was as smooth as butter.
Napier: I bet you love butter.
Markson: Who doesn’t love butter??
Napier: I… erm… shut it and call the match!
*Blade looks annoyed at the flurry as both wrestlers get up and lock into a collar-and-elbow. Kaitlyn applies a rear wristlock and takes an elbow to the side of the neck that staggers her. Beretta comes back with a clothesline and an elbow drop on Fletcher. She then goes up to the second rope and plays to the crowd before leaping off and eating a boot to the face from Kaitlyn who rolls back up. She lands a Roundhouse kick when Beretta stands and then gets her in a rear waistlock… German Suplex! She doesn’t hold on, instead waiting on Blade to rise and when she does the Dark Witch strikes with a Bridging Pumphandle Half-Nelson Suplex – Kissed by Heaven!! She covers Blade! *
One!
Two!
BLADE KICKS OUT!
Napier: This witch has a few moves.
Markson: Yes, we can see the show of leg strength here from Kaitlyn. She generates a lot of force and it allows her to lift oftentimes heavier opponents like Blade, who has twenty pounds on the smaller Dark Witch.
Napier: Don’t body shame Beretta Blade, Markson.
Markson: Heck no, I’m just impressed by Fletcher’s training.
Napier: I want John Blade to come get you.
Markson: Funny, I feel the same.
*Fletcher is thinking of her next move, bringing Beretta up and setting her between her legs. She appears to go for a Package Powerbomb known as “Darkened Arclight” but Blade stands and back body drops Kaitlyn to the mat. Blade applies a Camel Clutch! *
Markson: Word Life Beretta looking to test the resolve of the Dark Witch.
Napier: It’s a rude awakening for this witch. Tap!
Markson: No, she’s fighting it!
*Kaitlyn struggles to find a way out of the hold, and after several agonizing seconds she manages to get her knees under her… then her feet… Fletcher stands up with Beretta on her back! Kaitlyn steams towards the corner and at the last second turns, smashing Beretta against the corner to break the hold. Blade drops into the corner while Kaitlyn uses the ropes to hold herself up and catch a breath. She lands a couple knees in the corner on Beretta and holds the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. Kaitlyn swings her body like a pendulum and drives boots into the midsection of Beretta Blade. She then pulls Beretta up and right into an Argentine DDT – Painful Joy!!! She makes a cover! *
One!
Two!
…
BERETTA WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Markson: Wise move from Blade, realizing she could get a rope break.
Napier: Beretta showing ring smarts?
Markson: Don’t underestimate Beretta Blade.
*Kaitlyn looks at the referee with some surprise and then goes back to Blade. She lifts her up– ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!!!*
Napier: Holy sh–
Markson: See! Kaitlyn made a rookie mistake, being too relaxed and distracted by the two count. Beretta popped her on her shoulders and fired off that Attitude Adjustment to floor Kaitlyn.
Napier: Too bad Blade can’t get up and they’re both on the mat.
Markson: Ref Mullet puts in a count…
*One!
Two!
Three!
Beretta Blade is beginning to stir…
Four!
Five!
Kaitlyn is crawling to the ropes while Beretta is on her knees…
Six!
Seven!
Blade makes it to her feet and sees Kaitlyn in front of her, pulling herself up. When Kaitlyn turns Beretta gets her up onto her shoulders for a second AA! No! Kaitlyn slips off the shoulders into a Sunset Flip pin attempt!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Kaitlyn doesn’t wait for Beretta to stand, immediately going onto the apron as the Thunderamaniacs buzz with anticipation. When Blade rises, Fletcher flips over the ropes and blasts her with a Slingshot Flipping Lariat – Sweet Symphony!!! *
Napier: That was a pretty hard shot.
Markson: Kaitlyn’s training builds up her arms and legs especially, and that’s a great return on investment. Beretta Blade is down and unmoving but the Dark Witch appears to want to make a point here.
*Beretta is already unsteady when she gets back to her feet and eats a kick to the chest. Kaitlyn then grabs her right arm, swings her leg behind Blade’s neck… jumps with her other leg hitting Beretta’s back and they swing like a tornado to the mat! Fully anticipating the wicked torque, Kaitlyn lands with Beretta trapped in a Lotus Lock – WINTER’S LOCK!!! *
Napier: This Dark Witch could have broken both of their bodies with that takedown.
Markson: I think Kaitlyn knew exactly what she was doing. She’s got Beretta screaming in pain as Ref Mullet checks on her!
Napier: She’s in full conjuring. Isn’t that a disqualification??
*Beretta tries to get her bearings from the setup but is in a lot of pain as she tries crawling towards the ropes. Kaitlyn wrenches her arm and neck causing Beretta to raise a shaking hand… but she pushes herself up and tries inching closer…
Only for the Dark Witch to roll them back to the center of the ring! BERETTA TAPS OUT!!! *
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match by submission… “DARK WITCH” KAITLYN FLETCHER!!!
Markson: Talk about a debut statement!
Napier: That was completely illegal. Beretta was fighting forces she doesn’t understand and Mullet is too stupid to realize.
Markson: You’re a party of one with that argument, Nick. Kaitlyn Fletcher fought hard and scores a debut victory on Friday Night Fury. Take notice, Thunderamaniacs!
Napier: I bet she’s got all sorts of contraband in her locker, but Greg the Owner is such a buffoon he probably encourages it.
I-I-I wanna feel, feel, feel
Wanna taste, taste, taste
Wanna get you goin’
As the lyrics to 'Make You Mine' play over the PA system, the strobe lights in the arena flash between pink, black and scarlet as Kaitlyn appears on stage with her back turned to the ring. She turns her head over her right shoulder to stare at the ring before twisting her body and sauntering down the rampway with outstretched arms. Looking out at the fans in attendance, she pushes her sunglasses down and begins dancing after reaching the bottom of the ramp.
Walking around the ring following her dance, she scales the steps surrounding the ring, stands on the apron and extends her arms outward before pushing off her jacket. Entering the ring, she approaches the turnbuckle and jumps atop it, extending her arms. She then removes her sunglasses and tosses them to a staff member ringside. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, she blows a kiss to the audience while readying herself for the upcoming match.*
Steve Cotton: The following contest is YOUR OPENING BOUT! This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, she wrestless out of Kearney, Nebraska and weighed in at 136 pounds… “Dark Witch” Kaitlyn Fletcher!
Markson: A newcomer to TPW, the Dark Witch is here to cast a spell that leads her up the rankings to stardom.
Napier: A country girl who had too much free time and found some woo-woo magic? She’s about to find out how much tougher it is to actually do the thing in the ring than dream about it.
Markson: Based on her remarks ahead of this match, I don’t think I would underestimate her abilities, Nick.
Napier: If I’m being honest, most of the roster are a bunch of pretenders. I’m just putting her at the same starting line.
*As Fletcher’s music fades, “Heart of A Lion” by Def Rebel takes over and the crowd gives a mixed reaction for Beretta Blade.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, wrestling out of Lowell, Massachusetts, she weighed in at 154 pounds… ‘Word Life’ Beretta Blade!
*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 and gets up watching Kaitlyn ready herself.*
Markson: Impressive flexibility as usual from the daughter of John Blade, who seemed to take offense to Ricky McGee’s recent approach towards Berretta.
Napier: John needs to look out for his little girl, who can’t relate to that?
Markson: Okay, but it seems like he may be taking it a bit far. Even Berretta tried to calm him down while preparing for her match.
Napier: You want to calm down ‘Word Life?’ Easy. Give him a fidget spinner and sit back.
*Kaitlyn meets Berretta in the middle of the ring as Referee Mullet gives both wrestlers instructions before they return to their corners and wait for the bell to ring.*
DING DING DING
*Both wrestlers approach each other in the ring and Kaitlyn offers a handshake to start. Beretta looks down at it and clasps her hand around Kaitlyn’s, looking out at the crowd who give polite applause. Kaitlyn tries drawing back but Beretta holds onto the hand and then pulls Fletcher close and lifts her up with a body slam. She maintains a grip on Kaitlyn’s wrist and brings her back up into a chop… brings her up for another… then a third chop… and brings her up one more time for a Belly to Belly Suplex before making a cover!*
One!
Tw– KICKOUT BY KAITLYN FLETCHER!
Markson: A rocky start for Kaitlyn as Beretta welcomes her with a string of offense that almost scores a two count.
Napier: Kaitlyn must have forgotten her eye of newt for conjuring up her plan for this match.
Markson: That’s one of the dumber witchy stereotypes you could come up with.
Napier: Use the right vernacular, Markson! I conjured it.
Markson: Are you going to go on like this all night?
*Kaitlyn shakes her head and gets to a knee until Beretta is there and lands a dropkick that flattens Fletcher. Blade then leans over and waves her hand in front of Kaitlyn…
Thunderamaniacs: “YOU CAN’T SEE ME!!!”
Beretta runs the ropes and drops the Five Knuckle Shuffle but hits the mat! Kaitlyn rolls away at the last moment and pops up with a Snap DDT onto Blade as she was getting back up. Beretta is quick to her feet and misses wildly with a haymaker before turning into a Jumping Neckbreaker from Kaitlyn. She adds a standing Moonsault on the button and makes her first pinfall attempt! *
One!
Two!
KICKOUT BY BERETTA BLADE!
Markson: The Dark Witch starting to build some momentum of her own here.
Napier: That was a generous two count. Referee Mullet must be under an enchantment.
Markson: From what I saw, that count was as smooth as butter.
Napier: I bet you love butter.
Markson: Who doesn’t love butter??
Napier: I… erm… shut it and call the match!
*Blade looks annoyed at the flurry as both wrestlers get up and lock into a collar-and-elbow. Kaitlyn applies a rear wristlock and takes an elbow to the side of the neck that staggers her. Beretta comes back with a clothesline and an elbow drop on Fletcher. She then goes up to the second rope and plays to the crowd before leaping off and eating a boot to the face from Kaitlyn who rolls back up. She lands a Roundhouse kick when Beretta stands and then gets her in a rear waistlock… German Suplex! She doesn’t hold on, instead waiting on Blade to rise and when she does the Dark Witch strikes with a Bridging Pumphandle Half-Nelson Suplex – Kissed by Heaven!! She covers Blade! *
One!
Two!
BLADE KICKS OUT!
Napier: This witch has a few moves.
Markson: Yes, we can see the show of leg strength here from Kaitlyn. She generates a lot of force and it allows her to lift oftentimes heavier opponents like Blade, who has twenty pounds on the smaller Dark Witch.
Napier: Don’t body shame Beretta Blade, Markson.
Markson: Heck no, I’m just impressed by Fletcher’s training.
Napier: I want John Blade to come get you.
Markson: Funny, I feel the same.
*Fletcher is thinking of her next move, bringing Beretta up and setting her between her legs. She appears to go for a Package Powerbomb known as “Darkened Arclight” but Blade stands and back body drops Kaitlyn to the mat. Blade applies a Camel Clutch! *
Markson: Word Life Beretta looking to test the resolve of the Dark Witch.
Napier: It’s a rude awakening for this witch. Tap!
Markson: No, she’s fighting it!
*Kaitlyn struggles to find a way out of the hold, and after several agonizing seconds she manages to get her knees under her… then her feet… Fletcher stands up with Beretta on her back! Kaitlyn steams towards the corner and at the last second turns, smashing Beretta against the corner to break the hold. Blade drops into the corner while Kaitlyn uses the ropes to hold herself up and catch a breath. She lands a couple knees in the corner on Beretta and holds the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. Kaitlyn swings her body like a pendulum and drives boots into the midsection of Beretta Blade. She then pulls Beretta up and right into an Argentine DDT – Painful Joy!!! She makes a cover! *
One!
Two!
…
BERETTA WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Markson: Wise move from Blade, realizing she could get a rope break.
Napier: Beretta showing ring smarts?
Markson: Don’t underestimate Beretta Blade.
*Kaitlyn looks at the referee with some surprise and then goes back to Blade. She lifts her up– ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!!!*
Napier: Holy sh–
Markson: See! Kaitlyn made a rookie mistake, being too relaxed and distracted by the two count. Beretta popped her on her shoulders and fired off that Attitude Adjustment to floor Kaitlyn.
Napier: Too bad Blade can’t get up and they’re both on the mat.
Markson: Ref Mullet puts in a count…
*One!
Two!
Three!
Beretta Blade is beginning to stir…
Four!
Five!
Kaitlyn is crawling to the ropes while Beretta is on her knees…
Six!
Seven!
Blade makes it to her feet and sees Kaitlyn in front of her, pulling herself up. When Kaitlyn turns Beretta gets her up onto her shoulders for a second AA! No! Kaitlyn slips off the shoulders into a Sunset Flip pin attempt!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Kaitlyn doesn’t wait for Beretta to stand, immediately going onto the apron as the Thunderamaniacs buzz with anticipation. When Blade rises, Fletcher flips over the ropes and blasts her with a Slingshot Flipping Lariat – Sweet Symphony!!! *
Napier: That was a pretty hard shot.
Markson: Kaitlyn’s training builds up her arms and legs especially, and that’s a great return on investment. Beretta Blade is down and unmoving but the Dark Witch appears to want to make a point here.
*Beretta is already unsteady when she gets back to her feet and eats a kick to the chest. Kaitlyn then grabs her right arm, swings her leg behind Blade’s neck… jumps with her other leg hitting Beretta’s back and they swing like a tornado to the mat! Fully anticipating the wicked torque, Kaitlyn lands with Beretta trapped in a Lotus Lock – WINTER’S LOCK!!! *
Napier: This Dark Witch could have broken both of their bodies with that takedown.
Markson: I think Kaitlyn knew exactly what she was doing. She’s got Beretta screaming in pain as Ref Mullet checks on her!
Napier: She’s in full conjuring. Isn’t that a disqualification??
*Beretta tries to get her bearings from the setup but is in a lot of pain as she tries crawling towards the ropes. Kaitlyn wrenches her arm and neck causing Beretta to raise a shaking hand… but she pushes herself up and tries inching closer…
Only for the Dark Witch to roll them back to the center of the ring! BERETTA TAPS OUT!!! *
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match by submission… “DARK WITCH” KAITLYN FLETCHER!!!
Markson: Talk about a debut statement!
Napier: That was completely illegal. Beretta was fighting forces she doesn’t understand and Mullet is too stupid to realize.
Markson: You’re a party of one with that argument, Nick. Kaitlyn Fletcher fought hard and scores a debut victory on Friday Night Fury. Take notice, Thunderamaniacs!
Napier: I bet she’s got all sorts of contraband in her locker, but Greg the Owner is such a buffoon he probably encourages it.
*As the competitors head up the ramp, the shot switches to the ringside commentary desk *
Markson: Tough loss there for Berretta Blade, she has all the tools to be a great, she just needs to put them all together.
Napier: On the other hand, what an impressive debut for Kaitlyn Fletcher.
Markson: ABSOLUTELY! That girl has star written all over her.
Napier: I didn't see S-T-A-R on her gear or body, and trust me I was looking.
Markson: Good grief.
*The commentary is cut off as John Blade's music hits over the PA. *
*When he opens up his locker room door and quickly makes his
way down the hallway towards the entrance curtain. He tells the people to start his music
and they indeed do. '' The Time is now'' hit's The PA system as Blade walks out with a microphone in hand. *
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Yo yo kill the beat, kill the beat.. Time for me to tell it like it is.
Yo Ricky, I saw what you and my Daughter did several months ago at Friday night Fury when you two goin at it in the ring you keep insisting,
that I'm no match for you,
But just wait and we'll see.
I'll match you and strike you!
and just because you a little bigger than me,
you think that it automatically means Jack G.
oh you don't think that i can out run you?
Not that I'd need to but come on, what else should i do?
*John starts to mock Ricky Hillbilly flexing his muscles like him.*
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Grr! You da Hill Billy.
And yo you Allllways Win!
That though kid,
Its mine so please Take a hint!
oh sorry there yo, almost forgot..
See now I realize that I'm the man and you're not!
Next thing on the list to do,
Get it through your big head that I will hurt you!
you may be The Hillbilly,
But Hillbilly's do not stop.
I'll walk all over you,
Straight to the top!
*The crowd starts to cheer for Blade Surprisingly as they must not like Ricky McGee very much for
what he did at FNF!*
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Yo Ricky McGee did you get my message there? Because I sure as hell hope you did! you can bash my name and bash all over me for not deserving this match but the
fact still remains that I am challenging you to a match on May tenth you and me for my Daughter reputation you win she'll date you as a friend and if I win you don't get to date my Daughter so this match will take place at Retro Mania unless you're backing down from a fight Ricky Hillbilly McGee.
The only reason that you try to hate on me is
because you don't like the fact that you're attached to my Daughter after the beaten you gave her last month when the two of you where fighting each other and you blew your nasty lips at my Daughter and I see why she said she doesn't like you well that's stops at Retro mania you and me for my Daughter life if I beat you for my Daughter's reputation then you can go out with her as long as she agrees with me first and however if you beat me at Retro Mania then you don't touch or lay a finger on my Daughter or try in blow a kiss at her and I need your answer or a Opinion by next week on the FNF at TPW.
So Ricky it looks like nobody really gives a damn whether or not you're with no one right now, whether you're happy or you're unhappy. whether you think you can
beat me or know you can beat me.. the fact of the matter is that you can try and break me in
anyway you want to but you will not prevail! you don't know how to respect others or my daughter will just have to try and get it out of you, and if you don't respect me or her for what I've done so fast in the FNF then fine! I could care less! Your hate for me or respect to my Daughter means about as much as your right ball does from your left ball to your friend! it just doesn't matter because either way at Retro Mania I will be satisfied just as she would be! And if you ain't down with dat....... who really gives a sh*t? . . . I'm out Peace!
*The Time is now'' Blasts on The PA system again as Blade raises his arms in the air and then walks
backstage as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
And yo you Allllways Win!
That though kid,
Its mine so please Take a hint!
oh sorry there yo, almost forgot..
See now I realize that I'm the man and you're not!
Next thing on the list to do,
Get it through your big head that I will hurt you!
you may be The Hillbilly,
But Hillbilly's do not stop.
I'll walk all over you,
Straight to the top!
*The crowd starts to cheer for Blade Surprisingly as they must not like Ricky McGee very much for
what he did at FNF!*
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Yo Ricky McGee did you get my message there? Because I sure as hell hope you did! you can bash my name and bash all over me for not deserving this match but the
fact still remains that I am challenging you to a match on May tenth you and me for my Daughter reputation you win she'll date you as a friend and if I win you don't get to date my Daughter so this match will take place at Retro Mania unless you're backing down from a fight Ricky Hillbilly McGee.
The only reason that you try to hate on me is
because you don't like the fact that you're attached to my Daughter after the beaten you gave her last month when the two of you where fighting each other and you blew your nasty lips at my Daughter and I see why she said she doesn't like you well that's stops at Retro mania you and me for my Daughter life if I beat you for my Daughter's reputation then you can go out with her as long as she agrees with me first and however if you beat me at Retro Mania then you don't touch or lay a finger on my Daughter or try in blow a kiss at her and I need your answer or a Opinion by next week on the FNF at TPW.
So Ricky it looks like nobody really gives a damn whether or not you're with no one right now, whether you're happy or you're unhappy. whether you think you can
beat me or know you can beat me.. the fact of the matter is that you can try and break me in
anyway you want to but you will not prevail! you don't know how to respect others or my daughter will just have to try and get it out of you, and if you don't respect me or her for what I've done so fast in the FNF then fine! I could care less! Your hate for me or respect to my Daughter means about as much as your right ball does from your left ball to your friend! it just doesn't matter because either way at Retro Mania I will be satisfied just as she would be! And if you ain't down with dat....... who really gives a sh*t? . . . I'm out Peace!
*The Time is now'' Blasts on The PA system again as Blade raises his arms in the air and then walks
backstage as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The show returns from the segment to Ricky McGee, Jack N. Meoff, Angelo Caito standing in the ring. Their eyes are intensely trained on each other as they wait for the bell to begin. *
DING! DING! DING!
*Jack runs across and blasts Angelo Caito with a right hand, catching him off guard. He hits him with a few chops, backing him into the corner. Jack turns and sees Ricky McGee advancing toward them, he whips Angelo into Ricky, who hits the massive mountain of a man and bounces off him. Ricky yokes Jack up and brings a frying pan sized hand to his chest with a massive chop that echoes through the arena. Jack clutches his chest in pain and falls to his knees.*
Markson: Ricky McGee just brought Jack Meoff to his knees with that slap.
Napier: That was like a cannon going off!
*Angelo Caito is up and he hits Ricky McGee with a gut punch, before following up with another shot to the abdomen, Ricky swings at Angelo, but he runs and bounces off of the ropes as Jack makes his way to his feet, Angelo catches him with a running bulldog and before he gets up and runs, bouncing off of the ropes again and hits Ricky with a running shoulder block. Ricky however, doesn’t move instead Angelo bounces off of his shoulder after colliding with him.*
Markson: Running into Ricky McGee is like running into a mountain!
Napier: A big ole’ hairy mountain.
*Ricky turns to see Jack glaring at him from across the ring. Jack’s face changes to a more welcoming look as he begins to plead with Ricky McGee for them to work together. He goes in for a high-five and Ricky touches his hand to Jack’s before he locks his fingers and pushes him up with one arm into a full overhead press. Ricky walks over to the ropes and drops Jack split-legged onto the top rope. Jack hangs on as Ricky grabs the ropes and violently shakes them. Jack bounces once yelling out in pain.*
Napier: That outta raise your voice a few octaves!
*Ricky bounces the ropes again and Jack flies off of them and lands on the mat. Ricky picks him up and whips him into a now standing Angelo Caito who hoists him over his head. Ricky kicks Caito in the chest and both wrestlers fall to the mat with Jack rolling out of the ring.*
Markson: Ricky McGee has been absolutely dominating this match so far.
Napier: Just like I’m about to demolish some chicken wings after we wrap the show.
*Angelo Caito gets back to his feet and he runs and hits Ricky with another shoulder block. This one catches him and Ricky stumbles back a few steps. Caito dives forward and hits him with a lariat. He chops Ricky across the chest a few times and dodges a swing from McGee before kicking him in the stomach and hitting him with a DDT.
He covers.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!!
Jack climbs up onto the apron and waits for Caito to get to his feet before hitting him with a springboard lariat.
Mehoff covers.
1!
DING! DING! DING!
*Jack runs across and blasts Angelo Caito with a right hand, catching him off guard. He hits him with a few chops, backing him into the corner. Jack turns and sees Ricky McGee advancing toward them, he whips Angelo into Ricky, who hits the massive mountain of a man and bounces off him. Ricky yokes Jack up and brings a frying pan sized hand to his chest with a massive chop that echoes through the arena. Jack clutches his chest in pain and falls to his knees.*
Markson: Ricky McGee just brought Jack Meoff to his knees with that slap.
Napier: That was like a cannon going off!
*Angelo Caito is up and he hits Ricky McGee with a gut punch, before following up with another shot to the abdomen, Ricky swings at Angelo, but he runs and bounces off of the ropes as Jack makes his way to his feet, Angelo catches him with a running bulldog and before he gets up and runs, bouncing off of the ropes again and hits Ricky with a running shoulder block. Ricky however, doesn’t move instead Angelo bounces off of his shoulder after colliding with him.*
Markson: Running into Ricky McGee is like running into a mountain!
Napier: A big ole’ hairy mountain.
*Ricky turns to see Jack glaring at him from across the ring. Jack’s face changes to a more welcoming look as he begins to plead with Ricky McGee for them to work together. He goes in for a high-five and Ricky touches his hand to Jack’s before he locks his fingers and pushes him up with one arm into a full overhead press. Ricky walks over to the ropes and drops Jack split-legged onto the top rope. Jack hangs on as Ricky grabs the ropes and violently shakes them. Jack bounces once yelling out in pain.*
Napier: That outta raise your voice a few octaves!
*Ricky bounces the ropes again and Jack flies off of them and lands on the mat. Ricky picks him up and whips him into a now standing Angelo Caito who hoists him over his head. Ricky kicks Caito in the chest and both wrestlers fall to the mat with Jack rolling out of the ring.*
Markson: Ricky McGee has been absolutely dominating this match so far.
Napier: Just like I’m about to demolish some chicken wings after we wrap the show.
*Angelo Caito gets back to his feet and he runs and hits Ricky with another shoulder block. This one catches him and Ricky stumbles back a few steps. Caito dives forward and hits him with a lariat. He chops Ricky across the chest a few times and dodges a swing from McGee before kicking him in the stomach and hitting him with a DDT.
He covers.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!!
Jack climbs up onto the apron and waits for Caito to get to his feet before hitting him with a springboard lariat.
Mehoff covers.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!!
Markson: These three have kept up the pace. Two near falls in a row!
Napier: Like me when I’m eating!
*Ricky climbs to his feet and rests on the ropes for a moment, Mehoff recognizes this opportunity and hits a Donkey Punch on Ricky, but he is stopped from following up as Caito blindsides him with a big boot. Ricky almost goes down but holds onto the ropes, he steadies himself and catches Caito with a chokeslam as he runs toward Ricky.
Mehoff is up and he runs at Ricky, Ricky grabs him with Tuck ‘Er In! (Bear Hug). The crowd goes wild as he squeezes Mehoff. He lifts him up on his shoulders and hits him with a And There She Goes, B’y! (Samoan Drop) before covering.
Markson: These three have kept up the pace. Two near falls in a row!
Napier: Like me when I’m eating!
*Ricky climbs to his feet and rests on the ropes for a moment, Mehoff recognizes this opportunity and hits a Donkey Punch on Ricky, but he is stopped from following up as Caito blindsides him with a big boot. Ricky almost goes down but holds onto the ropes, he steadies himself and catches Caito with a chokeslam as he runs toward Ricky.
Mehoff is up and he runs at Ricky, Ricky grabs him with Tuck ‘Er In! (Bear Hug). The crowd goes wild as he squeezes Mehoff. He lifts him up on his shoulders and hits him with a And There She Goes, B’y! (Samoan Drop) before covering.
1!
2!
Caito breaks up the count with a spring board turn around leg drop. Caito shoves Mehoff out of the ring, under the ropes, while Mehoff climbs to his feet behind Caito. Mehoff grabs Caito with a waistlock and hits him with the Donkey Punch. Caito goes down to his knees, Mehoff grabs him and hits the The Load Blower (back stabber/cracker/ lung blower). He covers.
1!
1!
2!
3!!!
Steve Cotton: And the winner is Jack N. Mehoff!!!
Markson: A hard fought match by all three, but in the end, Jack N. Mehoff pulls out the victory!
Napier: Jack N. Mehoff rarely pulls out too!
Steve Cotton: And the winner is Jack N. Mehoff!!!
Markson: A hard fought match by all three, but in the end, Jack N. Mehoff pulls out the victory!
Napier: Jack N. Mehoff rarely pulls out too!
Markson: Nick, you are on one tonight. PLEASE, we are a family show.
*The scene opens up backstage where we see #1 contender to the Prestige championship, “Venom” Xavier Lux, walking down a hallway, dressed in his regular street clothes as he has the night off. He arrives at his destination, the locker room of Prestige champion, Khloe Cox. He knocks politely and after a few seconds Khloe answers the door, and when she sees who it is that’s knocking, she raises her eyebrows, a bit surprised. *
Khloe: Caaaaan I help you?
*Lux checks her out up and down. *
XL: You sure can.
*Khloe gags. *
Khloe: Ew.
*Xavier smirks. *
XL: Yes, I can definitely see why The Malvados are so obsessed with you.
*Khloe simply rolls her eyes. *
XL: But you can relax champ, the only thing I find attractive about you is that gold around your waist.
*Xavier points to it, nearly touching it with his index finger but Khloe slaps his hand away. *
Khloe: Yeah well get in line, freak! I don’t have time for… whatever this is… ‘Sides, I got a match to prepare for so why don’t you do like the MaLAMEos, cover that ugly mug of yours with a mask and beat it!
*She slams the door on his face and that makes Xavier’s smirk disappear, clearly not happy with the disrespect shown by Khloe. He then begins nodding his head as he curls up his bottom lip before saying, mostly to himself: *
XL: Okay champ, this is how it’s going to be? I’ll see you later then…
*Xavier walks away as the camera cuts back to ringside. *
*The scene switches to a wide shot of the packed house here tonight at the Target Center. The crowd is booing at the man in the ring and when the camera switches we can see that it's Maxwell Mason Stone.
Markson: Well, apparently the American Champion, Maxwell Mason Stone, has come down into the ring and has been standing in silence much to the dismay of our crowd.
Napier: You know, it takes a lot to become as good of a champion as Maxwell Mason Stone has been and I think these Thunderamorons should show him the respect he deserves.
Markson: You couldn't stand this guy a few weeks ago!
Napier: Maybe I've seen the light. People can change, Mark…
*MMS lifts the microphone and begins to speak.*
MMS: The last time I competed in this ring was last month at Thunder in Paradise 3 and ever since then people have been asking me why I’ve been doing the things that I have been doing. You all remember Thunder In Paradise, yeah? I’d forgive you if you blinked and missed my match… I only set the new record for fastest victory in the history of the company when I pinned what’s his face. But I did something else that night and a lot of you have voiced quite loudly how you feel about that. You don’t like what I did backstage before my match. You don’t agree with the measures that I have deemed necessary, don’t you?
*The crowd lets out some boos to answer Stone’s question. MMS looks around at the crowd and smiles before speaking once more.*
MMS: This championship belt shows each and every person watching this show that I am one of the best to step into any ring across this industry but I’m starting to think this is all getting too easy for me. A six second victory at Thunder In Paradise? Opening the door and kicking an unhinged lunatic right out of this industry at Uncivil War? Au revoir! I even walked right into the WGWF and slapped one of their World Champions square in the face hoping I could poke a bear and get a brutal fight… then I proceeded to make easy work of them in the co-main event of the third night of the Denzel Porter Invitational. Now I find myself on a collision course with Mr. TPW himself, Larry Tact.
*The crowd gets a jolt of energy at the mention of the former International Champion.*
Markson: And it will be the first time these two face off in singles competition!
Napier: I wouldn't bet on this match even happening. Stone’s got the better of Larry twice now and if Larry was smart he would just walk away.
Markson: I can’t believe you draw a paycheck for this expert analysis.
*MMS holds out the American Championship belt in front of him and the camera grabs a close up shot of the sparkling silver metal.*
MMS: But come Retromania, it’s time for me to show what holding this title really means to me. You can all be as mad at me as you want for the things that I’ve done to Larry and I really don’t care how you feel about that.
*The crowd once again throws their boos at Stone but he shakes his head and continues speaking.*
MMS: I’ve had to knock Larry around twice now and this is happening because I must show all of you why my face will be in the Washington position on the Mt. Rushmore etched into this glorious title. Decades from now once the dust is settled and people think of this championship the first face they’ll think of is THIS one. The first name that pops into their head will be MINE and that status must be achieved by going to war with a man as tough and as respected as Larry Tact. I have the utmost respect for Larry but I certainly hope his distractions like this evening’s falls count anywhere main event aren’t taking his eyes off the ultimate prize. Certainly a man such as Larry Tact wouldn’t make a blunder like that in such a huge moment in a career chock full of huge moments.
*MMS points to the TerryTron where a still image of Larry Tact has appeared. MMS looks into the camera.*
MMS: I respect you, Larry Tact. Hell, I even think you’re a standup guy in an industry crawling with the opposite. For that reason, I’m going to ask all the Thunderamaniacs here tonight to look under their seats.
Markson: Under their seats? What is this, an Oprah show?
*People in the stands are pulling out little cardboard masks with cut out eye holes and strings.*
Markson: Hey, I’ve got one too! Look, these are little Larry Tact masks!
Napier: Tell me you’re not going to put that one…. Oh jeez, you already did.
*The camera takes a shot of Napier shaking his head at Markson who has secured the flimsy mask to his face. People all around the arena are putting on the masks and taking photos of each other.*
MMS: A little gift from me to you. Something to commemorate a great career of a great man as you watch this special video I’ve prepared honoring the Tactilizing One. Enjoy this trip down memory lane…. Because I guarantee that Larry Tact will never be the same again after I break him at Retromania.
*Sappy guitar music fills the arena as Green Day’s “Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) kicks in to accompany footage that’s begun playing on the TerryTron:
Markson: Well, apparently the American Champion, Maxwell Mason Stone, has come down into the ring and has been standing in silence much to the dismay of our crowd.
Napier: You know, it takes a lot to become as good of a champion as Maxwell Mason Stone has been and I think these Thunderamorons should show him the respect he deserves.
Markson: You couldn't stand this guy a few weeks ago!
Napier: Maybe I've seen the light. People can change, Mark…
*MMS lifts the microphone and begins to speak.*
MMS: The last time I competed in this ring was last month at Thunder in Paradise 3 and ever since then people have been asking me why I’ve been doing the things that I have been doing. You all remember Thunder In Paradise, yeah? I’d forgive you if you blinked and missed my match… I only set the new record for fastest victory in the history of the company when I pinned what’s his face. But I did something else that night and a lot of you have voiced quite loudly how you feel about that. You don’t like what I did backstage before my match. You don’t agree with the measures that I have deemed necessary, don’t you?
*The crowd lets out some boos to answer Stone’s question. MMS looks around at the crowd and smiles before speaking once more.*
MMS: This championship belt shows each and every person watching this show that I am one of the best to step into any ring across this industry but I’m starting to think this is all getting too easy for me. A six second victory at Thunder In Paradise? Opening the door and kicking an unhinged lunatic right out of this industry at Uncivil War? Au revoir! I even walked right into the WGWF and slapped one of their World Champions square in the face hoping I could poke a bear and get a brutal fight… then I proceeded to make easy work of them in the co-main event of the third night of the Denzel Porter Invitational. Now I find myself on a collision course with Mr. TPW himself, Larry Tact.
*The crowd gets a jolt of energy at the mention of the former International Champion.*
Markson: And it will be the first time these two face off in singles competition!
Napier: I wouldn't bet on this match even happening. Stone’s got the better of Larry twice now and if Larry was smart he would just walk away.
Markson: I can’t believe you draw a paycheck for this expert analysis.
*MMS holds out the American Championship belt in front of him and the camera grabs a close up shot of the sparkling silver metal.*
MMS: But come Retromania, it’s time for me to show what holding this title really means to me. You can all be as mad at me as you want for the things that I’ve done to Larry and I really don’t care how you feel about that.
*The crowd once again throws their boos at Stone but he shakes his head and continues speaking.*
MMS: I’ve had to knock Larry around twice now and this is happening because I must show all of you why my face will be in the Washington position on the Mt. Rushmore etched into this glorious title. Decades from now once the dust is settled and people think of this championship the first face they’ll think of is THIS one. The first name that pops into their head will be MINE and that status must be achieved by going to war with a man as tough and as respected as Larry Tact. I have the utmost respect for Larry but I certainly hope his distractions like this evening’s falls count anywhere main event aren’t taking his eyes off the ultimate prize. Certainly a man such as Larry Tact wouldn’t make a blunder like that in such a huge moment in a career chock full of huge moments.
*MMS points to the TerryTron where a still image of Larry Tact has appeared. MMS looks into the camera.*
MMS: I respect you, Larry Tact. Hell, I even think you’re a standup guy in an industry crawling with the opposite. For that reason, I’m going to ask all the Thunderamaniacs here tonight to look under their seats.
Markson: Under their seats? What is this, an Oprah show?
*People in the stands are pulling out little cardboard masks with cut out eye holes and strings.*
Markson: Hey, I’ve got one too! Look, these are little Larry Tact masks!
Napier: Tell me you’re not going to put that one…. Oh jeez, you already did.
*The camera takes a shot of Napier shaking his head at Markson who has secured the flimsy mask to his face. People all around the arena are putting on the masks and taking photos of each other.*
MMS: A little gift from me to you. Something to commemorate a great career of a great man as you watch this special video I’ve prepared honoring the Tactilizing One. Enjoy this trip down memory lane…. Because I guarantee that Larry Tact will never be the same again after I break him at Retromania.
*Sappy guitar music fills the arena as Green Day’s “Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) kicks in to accompany footage that’s begun playing on the TerryTron:
Chris Page is pulling himself back to his feet and Larry Tact jumps into the shot and hits him with The Humbling. Page falls out of the ring and Larry turns around and covers Buster Gloves for the pin.
1….
2…..
3…..
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND NEEEEWWWWWW THUNDER PRO WRESTLING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…. LAAAARRRRRYYYYYY TAAAACCCCTTTTTT!!!
Markson: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
Larry Tact falls to his knees clutching the TPW International Championship belt. Buster helps Larry to his feet and holds up his arms and the TPW fans go insane cheering for the new champion.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end, it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
Tact and Page are fighting within the confines of the big blue cage where Larry powerbombs Page. Then another. Then a third powerbomb into a backstabber and goes for the cover.
1….
2….
3…!
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND STILLLLLL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, LARRRRRYYYYYYYY TAAAAAAAACCCCCTTTTT!!!
The crowd erupts as pyro ignites all around the arena and even the top of the big blue cage. Fans in the crowd jump up and down with excitement as Larry smiles with the TPW International Championship belt.
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories, and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while
The video moves into a montage of rapid cuts throughout Larry Tact’s time in TPW. We see him make his entrance and soak in the admiration from the massive crowd at the Bristol Motor Speedway for Gladiator’s Ball followed by burying Bam Miller in bricks. We see drill El Diablo Blanco with a chair at Winter Wrestleland to pick up a 3 count victory. The cuts get quicker and quicker as we move through various Friday Night Fury clips of Larry Tact getting his hand raised by the different referees of TPW followed by reactions of happy crowds all over the country showing their support for The Game Changer.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end, it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
Rabid TPW Fans at a fan fest jump up and down in excitement as Larry Tact pulls up to an interview in a tank. They pop huge when he emerges from the tank and takes his seat next to the interviewers. We cut to Larry Tact and Tony Savage in the ring at Thunder In Paradise where Larry grabs Tony in an Oklahoma roll and gets the three count.
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and now number one contender to the American Championship… LAAAARRRRYYYY TAAAACCCTTTT!!!
The shot hangs on Larry outside of the ring with his hands raised in victory.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end, it's right
I hope you had the time of your life.
The camera frantically rushes through the backstage area later at the Thunder In Paradise show weaving through wrestlers and TPW staff, finally revealing a bloodied Larry Tact on the floor.
Markson: I can’t believe what I’m seeing and neither can the fans here in Aloha Stadium! This is absolutely horrible!
The video temporarily cuts to black and when footage is visible again, we see Maxwell Mason Stone clock Larry Tact in the face with the TPW American Championship belt.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end, it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
The song comes to a close as we see a shot of blood trickling down the forehead of the down Larry Tact. The crowd in the Target Center is now booing heavily as the show goes to commercial. *
*The scene returns from commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a non-title match, and is scheduled for 1 fall. Introducing first, hailing fromm Birmingham, UK, aka the Gladiatrix, and weighing in at 145lbs, she is one half of Lights Out, this is ALEESIA ANGEEEELLLOOOOO!!!
*Darkness sweeps across the arena, except for a single rectangle of golden light picking out the stage. A couple of moments of silence... then to a cheer from the crowd, Alessia emerges from a blast of smoke, holding a sharp steel sword in one hand. She pauses for a second, looking around the crowd, kneels... then thrusts it into the stage and roars, leaping back to her feet, leaving the sword as she strides down the ramp. She takes the stairs up the ring, pausing to raise her arms to another cheer, then slips into the ring and stretches, ready for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT!!! Hailing from Cape May, New Jersey, and weighing in at 120lbs, she is THE PRESTIGE CHAMPION! This is KHLOOOEEEE COOOOXXXXX!!!
*The arena dims as anticipation builds. The crowd roars with excitement, their voices echoing off the rafters. Suddenly, the arena erupts in a blinding display of lights as "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters blasts through the speakers. The fans jump to their feet, knowing that their beloved hero, Khloe Cox, is about to make her grand entrance.
As the music pulses through the arena, Khloe bursts through the curtains, her presence commanding the attention of every spectator. Dressed in her usual ring gear, she exudes confidence and determination, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead.
With each step, Khloe's energy electrifies the atmosphere, igniting the crowd into a frenzy. She slaps hands with eager fans along the barricades, their cheers fueling her spirit. As she reaches the ring apron, she ascends the steel steps with purpose, never once breaking her intense focus.
Standing on the apron, Khloe pauses for a moment, soaking in the deafening roar of the crowd. Then, with a burst of energy, she leaps over the ropes and into the ring, landing gracefully in the center.*
As the music pulses through the arena, Khloe bursts through the curtains, her presence commanding the attention of every spectator. Dressed in her usual ring gear, she exudes confidence and determination, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead.
With each step, Khloe's energy electrifies the atmosphere, igniting the crowd into a frenzy. She slaps hands with eager fans along the barricades, their cheers fueling her spirit. As she reaches the ring apron, she ascends the steel steps with purpose, never once breaking her intense focus.
Standing on the apron, Khloe pauses for a moment, soaking in the deafening roar of the crowd. Then, with a burst of energy, she leaps over the ropes and into the ring, landing gracefully in the center.*
Markson: I've been looking forward to this match since it was made at last Fury.
Napier: Why? Everyone knows Alessia is the weaklink of Light Out, even Khloe said so in her promotional material leading up this this match.
Markson: She didn't specifically say that.
Napier: Well, it was strongly implied.
DING! DING! DING!
*Angelo and Cox lock up and Cox immediately grabs a headlock. She rolls her eyes as if this was too easy. Suddenly, it becomes serious as Angelo clamps down on Cox's arm, then spins her body delivering a makeshift arm drag to Cox. The crowd pops big for the move as Cox looks shocked. Cox stands up and goes from embarrassed to angry. She begins pointing at Angelo as she walks closer to her, yelling that she was playing games with her. Angelo waits until Cox is within reach and catches her with an arm drag, taking her over and holding on with an arm bar. *
Markson: Looks like Khloe Cox was starting to believe Alessia Angelo WAS the weak link in Lights Out.
Napier: Because Angelo IS the weak link.
*Cox works up to her feet, grabs the back of Angelo's tights, and uses the leverage to push Angelo into the ropes. As Ref Wallace calls for a break Cox fires a hard chop across Angelo's chest and then grabs her and shoots her off. Angelo reverses though and sends Cox into the ropes. As Cox comes off Angelo leap-frogs her and Cox hits the ropes again and comes off into a hip toss from Angelo. Cox scrambles to her feet again, but as she gets up, Angelo catches her with an arm drag and again holds onto the arm bar. *
Markson: Now that is fundamentally sound wrestling by Alessia Angelo.
Napier: Her offense is as basic as a pumpkin spice latte.
*Cox is clearly angry, smacking the mat in frustration before working her way up. As Cox gets up she takes Angelo down with an inside trip double leg. Cox quickly goes for an elbow drop but Angelo rolls out of the way and to her feet. Cox comes up holding her arm and Angelo quickly snatches a standing arm bar on her.
Cox is frustrated and blasts Angelo with a forearm that breaks the arm bar. Cox then charges into the ropes but as she comes back Angelo drops down. Cox goes over her and hits the ropes again. Angelo goes for another leapfrog, but this time Cox doesn't duck under, instead she stops short and catches Angelo with a snap power slam. *
Markson: Oh what a fantastic counter.
Napier: Khloe Cox is finally in there with someone small enough for her to apply her power game.
* Angelo rolls to her knees in pain still holding her back and Cox fires a hard kick to her chest. Angelo holds her chest in pain and Cox fires another hard kick, this time targeting the stomach, but Angelo catches her leg. Angelo comes up to her feet holding Khloe’s leg, and then snaps under the leg, taking Khloe over with a dragon crew leg whip. Khloe staggers up, holding her knee, but Angelo is already up and takes Khloe down with a sweeping low single leg. Khloe lands flat on her back with Angel standing and holding her ankle.
Angelo torques Khloe’s ankle hard, spinning Khloe over onto her stomach and locking in an ankle lock. Khloe claws toward the ropes, pulling herself along the mat. Khloe gets close enough to reach out and just as her fingers touch the ropes, Angelo drags her back from the ropes to the center of the ring. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo showing some real tenacity right there.
Napier: She’ll choke before it’s over.
*Cox pushes herself up with her hands and brings her free leg up under her. Cox pushes herself up and kicks her free leg back nailing Angelo in the lower stomach. Angelo drops Khloe’s leg and staggers back a bit as Khloe pushes herself up. Angelo moves toward Cox, and as Cox is getting up she dives forward, using her head as a battering ram into the stomach of Angelo.
Angelo crumbles to her knees holding her stomach, as Cox gets up rubbing her head.
Angelo has a hand on the mat holding herself up and the other on his stomach. Cox stomps down on Angelo's fingers. Angelo rolls over to a seated position and as soon as she looks up Cox delivers a running kick to the face that drops Angelo to the mat. *
Markson: Khloe Cox with some hard and well-placed kicks.
Napier: I bet Angelo wishes she could tag out to Ava Arthur right about now.
*Cox grabs Angelo by the hand she had stomped and twists the hand into a wrist lock. Angelo groans in pain and comes up to her feet. Cox goes for a kick to the stomach, but Angelo catches her foot with her free hand. Cox pulls Angelo’s fings apart on the hurt hand and snaps Angelos's fingers apart, and then drops his hand and hits an enzugiri to the side of Angelo's head. Angelo goes down and Cox makes a cover, shoving her forearm into Angelo's chin but not hooking the leg.*
1…
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Kickout.
Markson: Cox looks incensed, she’s picking up a killer instinct from somewhere
Napier: She probably picked up an old Super Nintendo and is playing that terrible Mortal Kombat rip-off.
Markson: Street Fighter?
Napier: NO! Street Fighter was a cinematic masterpiece, I’m talking about Killer Instinct.
*Cox is up waiting on Angelo to get up. As Angelo pushes herself to her feet, Cox charges out of the corner looking for a version of the Lunatic Lariat (clothesline from hell), but Angelo ducks, catching Cox’s arm, and then her other arm and takes Cox down with a backslide.
1…
2…
Kickout.
Cox and Angelo both roll to their feet at the same time and Angelo goes for a clothesline of her own, but Cox ducks. Cox spins around for a high kick, but Angelo ducks and as he comes up catches Cox, lifting her for a scoop slam. Cox wiggles free though, sliding down behind Angelo, and as Angelo turns to face her Cox grabs Angelo by the throat looking for the chokeslam.
Cox lifts Angelo up, but Angelo spins out, catching the arm of Cox, and begins trying to pull Cox down into a crippler cross face. Cox throws a knee up, catching Angelo in the stomach. Cox grabs Angelo and whips her into the turnbuckle where Angelo hits chest first and begins staggering backward. As Angelo staggers backward, Cox charges and catches Angel with a bulldog. Cox rolls Angelo over and makes the cover. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: HUGE KICKOUT!!! Who’s the weak link now Nick?
Napier: This is a non-title match Mark, clearly Khloe Cox is taking it easy on her.
*Cox is shaking her head in disbelief as she pulls Angelo up to her feet. Cox then takes Angelo down with a spinning backkick to the stomach. Angelo falls to her knee and Cox grabs her by the head with one hand and then slams her forearm across the face of Angelo with the other. Cox lets go of Angelo and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a shinning wizard, but Angelo scoops Cox up and stands up quickly with Cox on her shoulder in a standing fireman's carry. Angelo braces her injured cor and thent flips forward onto Cox with a Finley roll.
Angelo lands in the corner with Cox behind her flat on her back. Angelo immediately begins climbing the ropes to the top turnbuckle. Angelo gets to the top and the Minnesota crowd i cheering her on as Angelo leaps off the top rope with a top rope leg drop onto Cox.
Angelo rolls around on the mat holding her tailbone, unable to capitalize on the move as Cox is still out. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo feeling the effects of that top rope leg drop herself.
Napier: That’s because baby ain’t got back.
Markson: OH STOP IT!
*The majority of the crowd is now cheering for Angelo as she gets to her feet. Cox has begun to stagger to her feet as Angelo grabs her from behind in a full nelson. Angelo steps a leg in front of Cox and drops her on her face with a full-nelson buster. Angelo holds onto the full nelson, and pulls Khloe to her feet.
Angelo lifts Cox, going for a Dragon Suplex, but Cox wraps her legs around Angelo’s waist to block the suplex. Cox pulls down and wiggles her arms breaking free from the full nelson, and then rolls forward taking Angelo down with a victory roll.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Both women roll to their feet and charge at each other, colliding with a double clothesline that floors both women. They are bot down on the mat and Ref Wallace begins her count. *
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5…
Markson: Both women are down, and both women have been fighting hard here tonight.
Napier: Both women, where they belong, on their backs.
Markson: NICK!!!
Napier: What, because they both lose a lot, you know, on their backs getting pinned. Get your mind out of the gutter Mark, have a little class for crying out loud.
6…
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8…
9…
*At 9 both women knip up to their feet and the crowd goes crazy with a massive pop. Cox and Angelo are both feeling the energy of the crowd and slowly turning to face each other. Khloe smiles and nods her head as Alessia takes a fighting stance. The crowd erupts as the two women charge head-on into each other.
Cox goes for a roundhouse kick, but Alessia ducks. Alessia comes back up and immediately goes for a spinning back fist, but Cox ducks as well. While ducking Cox grabs Alessia and goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Alessia flips out of it onto her feet behind Cox. Cox spins around into the arms of Alessia who grabs Cox for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Cox drops her hips and weight blocking the suplex, then sends a headbutt into the face of Alessia breaking her hold. Cox grabs the stunned Alessia by the throat, lifts her, and slams her down with a hard chokeslam. *
Markson: Khloe Cox with a massive chokeslam.
Napier: Khloe Cox is 5’2”, I wouldn’t call that a massive choke slam.
*Khloe goes to the corner and begins climbing to the top rope. As Khloe gets to the top rope "The Infection" by Disturbed begins to play over the PA causing the fans to boo as Xavier Lux steps out to the top of the entranceway. Khloe stops on the top rope as she stares at Lux. Lux stops at the top of the entranceway and crosses his arms as the music fades.Cox doesn’t take her eyes off of Lux, which allows Alessia to roll to her feet.
Alessia doesn’t notice Lux, as she has her eyes on Cox. Alessia runs to the corner, leaps to the top turnbuckle, and grabs Cox. Alessia takes Cox off the top rope with a Super Northern Lights suplex. They both land hard on the mat, but Alessia holds on and bridges into the pin on Cox. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ALESSIA ANGELLLLOOO!!!
Markson: Huge win for Alessia Angelo, even if there is an asterisk beside of it due to Xavier Lux.
Napier: So you’re saying Alessia Angelo wouldn’t have gotten the win without help, just like all her tag team matches. Sounds like a weak link to me.
Markson: That is not what I’m saying at all.
*Ref Wallace raises Alessia’s hand, and as she does Lux slides into the ring behind Alessia with a chair. Lux slams te chair into the back of Alessia, sending her falling through th ring. Ref Wallace looks at Lux and runs out of the ring as he holds the chair up towards her head.
Lux turns to Cox who is trying to get to her feet. Lux lifts the chair and slams it down onto the back of Cox knocking her to the mat. Lux then unflods the chair and sits it up in the ring. Lux grabs Cox by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Lux holds Cox’s head and screams in her face, before scooping he rup onto his shoulders. Lux then gives Cox a modified version of The Cure (Death Valley Driver) onto the seat of the unfolded chair. *
Markson: OH MY GOSH!!! That was uncalled for.
Napier: That move from Xavier Lux was This is ten percent luck. Twenty percent skill. Fifteen percent concentrated power of will. Five percent pleasure. Fifty percent pain. And a hundred percent reason to remember the name.
*Xavier asks for a mic and he quickly gets one handed to him by Steve Cotton. The crowd is booing loudly but he doesn’t seem to care. *
XL: Ya’ll can just shut the fudge up because I’m not here for any of you Minneapolis trash! I am here for her!
*Instant heat from the crowd but Xavier continues to look down at Khloe. *
XL: Actually…
*He walks over to the ropes and asks Steve to hand him the Prestige championship. Steve refuses at first, but after Xavier threatens him so he has no choice but to hand it over. Xavier comes back towards Khloe and holds the title over her. *
XL: Actually I am here for this, so what do you think Khloe? Do you have time for me now?!
*Khloe tries to move around but Xavier stomps on her midsection a few times to keep her down and then puts the Prestige title over his shoulder. *
XL: Oooh this feels nice… You better get used to this look, thunder-morons!
*The crowd boos again and then chants for Khloe get started. *
*The crowd boos again and then chants for Khloe get started. *
XL: Oh sure, cheer for your champion… Feed her that energy so she gets revitalized and tries to get up… come on Khloe! Come on Khloe! Listen to the fans! Feed off their energy, come on!
*Xavier crouches in front of her and Khloe swings at him and he playfully backs away. *
XL: Oooh you almost got me there!
*He tosses the mic and belt to the side and then stomps on Khloe time and time again, causing some refs to come out and tell Xavier to stop it but he threatens them and they stay out of the ring for now. He then brings her to her feet, before lifting her onto his shoulders and then bringing her around and down, head first, with the phantom driver he calls “The Instant Cure!” Khloe is out and Xavier is smiling from ear to ear now… He grabs the microphone and then lays down on his elbows, his face inches away from Khloe’s. *
XL: What about now Khloe?! Do you have time for me now?! DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM?!
*He gets to his feet and grabs the Prestige title again. *
XL: I am the man who has kicked down the door to your “house” to bring you the news that the “fun” is over… I am the number one contender for your championship, so I don’t need to get in line because I am in front of it! Hell, I am the whole damn line because once I get my hands on his championship, I am never, ever, letting it go! See you at RetroMania… “Champ”.
*He tosses the title on top of Khloe and drops the mic on the mat before going to a corner, climbing it and throwing his arms up high in the air. The crowd boos the loudest so far but all Xavier can do is smile. He hops down and notices the refs have gotten inside the ring to prevent him from doing any more damage, but he is happy with his work and exits the ring, walking up the ramp, jawing with some of the Khloe fans in attendance as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to the live crowd. As the thunderous guitar riff of Foo Fighters' "My Hero" reverberates through the arena, the atmosphere electrifies with a mix of anticipation and disdain. The lights dim, casting an ominous glow over the arena, and a single spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. Through the haze emerges The Backyard Phenom, El Diablo Blanco, clad in his signature black and white attire.
The crowd's reaction is immediate and visceral, a chorus of boos raining down upon the arrogant wrestler. El D's smirk widens with each step, relishing in the negative energy directed his way. He walks with purpose, his gaze fixed on the ring, undeterred by the sea of jeering fans on either side.
As El D reaches the ring, he ascends the steel steps with a deliberate swagger, pausing momentarily to soak in the cacophony of boos. He steps through the ropes and paces the ring, his presence commanding attention.
As El D reaches the ring, he ascends the steel steps with a deliberate swagger, pausing momentarily to soak in the cacophony of boos. He steps through the ropes and paces the ring, his presence commanding attention.
Finally, El D raises the microphone to his lips, the crowd's boos crescendoing in the background. He pauses, letting the anticipation build, before speaking with a voice dripping in arrogance. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brother. It warms my heart to see all of you gathered here tonight. You’ve come to witness greatness, to bask in the presence of the one true icon in this industry.
*His words are met with a chorus of boos as they can see right through his sarcasm, but El D pays them no mind, reveling in his own self-importance.*
El Diablo Blanco: I stand before you, the epitome of excellence, the paragon of power. You may despise me, but deep down, you know that I am your hero. I am often imitated but can never be duplicated, Brother. I-
*As El Diablo Blanco stands in the ring, basking in his own grandeur, his attention is suddenly drawn to the front row of the audience. There, standing boldly amidst the sea of fans, is the man who has been mimicking El D's old attire and who previously attacked him. The man's presence is a thorn in El D's side, a constant reminder of his past humiliations.
*As El Diablo Blanco stands in the ring, basking in his own grandeur, his attention is suddenly drawn to the front row of the audience. There, standing boldly amidst the sea of fans, is the man who has been mimicking El D's old attire and who previously attacked him. The man's presence is a thorn in El D's side, a constant reminder of his past humiliations.
A sly smile creeps across El D's face as he locks eyes with his provocateur.*
El Diablo Blanco: Ah, there you are, Brother. I was hoping you'd show up tonight. I've been looking forward to this. No more sneak attacks. No more blindsiding. Face to face.
*El D sits across the middle rope looking out directly at the fan.*
El Diablo Blanco: Why don't you come on down here? Let's have a little chat, Brother to Brother.
*The man hesitates for a moment, but the challenge is too enticing to resist. With determination in his eyes, he begins to make his way over the barricade. Security is coming over to stop the fan but El Diablo calls them off. The crowd roars with anticipation, eager to see what will unfold between these two.
As the man finally reaches the ring and climbs onto the apron, El D stands tall, his arms crossed defiantly. The tension between them is palpable, the air charged with anticipation. With a smirk, El D raises the microphone to his lips, ready to address his unwelcome guest.*
El Diablo Blanco: You really have become a thorn in my side now haven’t you, Brother? It seems like I can’t step foot inside this ring without you showing up and making your presence felt. I must say, you certainly must be a big fan of me, Good Ol El D. So I just got one question for you, Brother. What’s the beef?
*El D just stares intently at the fan who does not respond.*
El Diablo Blanco: I see how it is. You want to go around imitating the great El Diablo Blanco but when you stand face to face with greatness, you clam up, Brother. I guess you don’t quite have the cojones to come face to face with the Backyard Phenom.
*Without saying another word, the fan snatches the microphone out of El Diablo Blanco’s hand. The swiftness of the fan startles El D who is stunned. The fan grits his teeth and starts walking around the ring, stopping every few feet to look out at the fans. Finally, he settles back in standing in front of El Diablo Blanco, with his free hand pointing directly at El D. *
Fan: Let me tell YOU something, Brother. I’ve about had it up to here with your antics, Brother. You wanna strut your stuff in this ring talking about often imitated but never duplicated, well I can certainly agree to that statement, Brother. You have spent the last year tarnishing the great name of Good Ol El D. The El Diablo Blanco that I know would have never turned his back on his people. The El D that I know, Brother, stood up for what was right; not whatever gave him the leg up. The El D that I know wouldn’t get into bed with the likes of Alexander Marshall, Brother. And believe me, I’d know. That’s because I am the REAL El Diablo Blanco, BROTHER!
*Inaudibly, El D is denying the fan’s statement, calling him a liar. El D turns towards production to get another microphone.*
El Diablo Blanco: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Brother. That’s a bold faced lie. There’s only one real D Man and he’s standing right here in the ring.
Fan: You’re darn tootin’ right, he is.
*The fan pulls off his shirt and starts pointing to his right shoulder which is sporting the same Triquetra tattoo as El Diablo Blanco.*
Fan: I’ve noticed ever since you can around you’ve been wearing long sleeves. How about you remove that shirt of yours and let us see if your marks match my marks.
El Diablo Blanco: I am not going to feed into this bologna, Brother. If I look closely enough I can see that the “tattoo” you’re sporting is nothing more than permanent marker. Plus, I’m not scheduled to compete so I don’t need to take my shirt off.
*The fan takes a step towards El Diablo Blanco but El D throws his hands up.*
El Diablo Blanco: Whoa now. You better step back, Brother. I invited you into this ring but you so much as lay a finger on me, you’re going to get carted out of here by Minneapolis’s finest.
*The fan can’t help but chuckle at El D’s dismissal of him.*
El Diablo Blanco: I know what this is, Brother. Very funny, Greg. Where’d you find this guy?
*The fan appears confused.*
El Diablo Blanco: Let me set the record straight with these fans. I am the REAL El Diablo Blanco. Greg the Owner has clearly created a plant to set up for some malarkey at this year’s RetroMania. They are tagging it as Alternative Reality so it’s plain as day that Greg got some scrub to dress up as me to face me in a match. Very creative, Greg.
Fan: You scared, Brother?
El Diablo Blanco: Good ol El D? Scared? No way, no how, Brother. The D Man doesn’t back down from a challenge. I’ll tell you what? After seeing you up close and personal, I’ll give Greg what he wants. RetroMania 2: Alternative Reality, the omnipotent El Diablo Blanco versus the wannabe fan trying to get his five minutes of fame. I’ll tell you what, Brother. I’ll even let you name the stipulation. So what’s it gonna be? Blindfold match? Zubaz on a pole? One arm tied behind my back?
Fan: El D’s House of Fun Match, Brother!
El Diablo Blanco: You can’t be serious right now, Brother. You really think you can beat me at my own game. I invented the match, Brother. You don’t know what you’ve got coming. I’ll, however, bite. You got your match, Brother.
*El D sticks out his hand to shake on it. The fan immediately accepts the handshake but doesn’t let go. The fan leans in close to El D’s ear to whisper something. The microphones don’t pick up on what was stated but El Diablo Blanco’s face says it all. His jaw is dropped and his eyes wide as the fan lets go of the handshake and immediately rolls out onto the floor and back into the crowd. Rather than stay for the rest of the show, the fan heads straight for the exit as El Diablo Blanco continues to stay in the ring in a state of shock as the scene fades to a promotional video or RetroMania. *
*The shot returns from the hype video to Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is the 6-person, MATCH MAD IN HELL TAG TEAM MATCH!
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat, but this time, in between them is Hanako Tohei wearing the luchador mask they gifted her. Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez, their driver, advisor, and father, hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. Once the vehicle comes to a stop, Hanako and The Malvado Bros. jump out and hop onto the ramp. Once the three stand there together, we can see they are wearing matching colored gear which the crowd seems to love. *
*The music changes to “KICKASS” by TRiDENT as their new logo gets display on the Terrytron and they look at each other, nod and then make their way to the ring. Once at ringside, one of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Hanako takes her time getting in, going up the steel steps and playing to the crowd. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping on the second turnbuckle and Hanako jumps on one as well, before removing her mask and raising it proudly. The brothers do the same, and some on the crowd gasp, thinking the brothers were about to unmask but they reveal another mask underneath that matches Hanako’s perfectly, except theirs have their initials on it. Once they have reveled enough on the crowd’s adoration, they hop down, get together in their corner, and begin talking match strategy.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 510lbs, the team of Hanako Tohei, Hector & Victor Malvado, MUUUUCCCHHHOOO CAAARRRNNAAAGGGEEE!!!
*The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound. *
*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 surveys the crowd. They toss their arms triumphantly into the air before they head to the ring. *
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 709lbs, this is the team of Matt "The RAVEEEENNNN" KNOOOXXXX, and YOUR DUOS CHAMPIONS, Jeremy The Wicked, and Superunknown... ROGUEEEESSSS GAAALLLLEEEERRRRYYYY!!!
Markson: It will be very interesting to see how these teams get along.
Napier: Matt Knox will screw over Rouge’s Gallery before the night is over.
Markson: It might be the other way around on that one.
Napier: Oh please, we all know Matt Knox will screw anything that’ll hold still for thirty seconds.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
DING! DING! DING!
*Knox starts for his team, but it’s not as if JTW or Superunknown even offered to start. Meanwhile, Tohei starts for her team, as the Malvados hopped out and seem to be snickering at her. Tohei shakes her head at them and begins to circle around with the much larger Knox. They meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie, and Knox immediately shoves Tohei back to the ground.
Tohei rolls right up to her feet and charges at Knox again. Knox goes for another tie up, but Tohei catches his arm, spins under, and goes behind Knox with a hammerlock. Knox bends down, reaches between his legs and grabs Tohei’s leg and yank, pulling her to her back. Knox takes off running to the ropes, and as he comes back Tohei knips up, but gets run over by Knox with a shoulder tackle. Knox stops and looks down at Tohei, then smirks and hits the ropes again.
As Knox hits the ropes, JTW makes the blind tag on his back. Knox doesn’t notice and comes off the rope to Tohei who leapfrogs over Knox. Knox keeps moving, but as he hits the ropes Victor sits on the middle rope and shoves the top rope up, causing Knox to fall through the ropes.
After leap-frogging Knox, Tohei turns to see Knox fall through the ropes and doesn’t notice JTW sneaking up from behind. JTW grabs Tohei and goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Tohei backflips out of it and lands on her feet. JTW spins around and is nailed with a forearm strike from Tohei. Three more forearms drive JTW back into the corner. Tohei grabs JTW and whips him out of the corner, but JTW reverses and sends Tohei across the ring into the corner and follows after her. Tohei is able to think fast, and leaps to the second turnbuckle, then jumps off backward nailing the charging JTW with the Falling Idol (Coffin Drop). *
Markson: Jeremy The Wicked is bigger, stronger, and maybe meaner, but right now Hanako Tohei is quicker and thinking faster than him.
Napier: Just wait until one of these MEN gets their hands on Honda Tahoe.
Markson: HANAKO TOHEI!
Napier: Matt Knox will screw over Rouge’s Gallery before the night is over.
Markson: It might be the other way around on that one.
Napier: Oh please, we all know Matt Knox will screw anything that’ll hold still for thirty seconds.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
DING! DING! DING!
*Knox starts for his team, but it’s not as if JTW or Superunknown even offered to start. Meanwhile, Tohei starts for her team, as the Malvados hopped out and seem to be snickering at her. Tohei shakes her head at them and begins to circle around with the much larger Knox. They meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie, and Knox immediately shoves Tohei back to the ground.
Tohei rolls right up to her feet and charges at Knox again. Knox goes for another tie up, but Tohei catches his arm, spins under, and goes behind Knox with a hammerlock. Knox bends down, reaches between his legs and grabs Tohei’s leg and yank, pulling her to her back. Knox takes off running to the ropes, and as he comes back Tohei knips up, but gets run over by Knox with a shoulder tackle. Knox stops and looks down at Tohei, then smirks and hits the ropes again.
As Knox hits the ropes, JTW makes the blind tag on his back. Knox doesn’t notice and comes off the rope to Tohei who leapfrogs over Knox. Knox keeps moving, but as he hits the ropes Victor sits on the middle rope and shoves the top rope up, causing Knox to fall through the ropes.
After leap-frogging Knox, Tohei turns to see Knox fall through the ropes and doesn’t notice JTW sneaking up from behind. JTW grabs Tohei and goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Tohei backflips out of it and lands on her feet. JTW spins around and is nailed with a forearm strike from Tohei. Three more forearms drive JTW back into the corner. Tohei grabs JTW and whips him out of the corner, but JTW reverses and sends Tohei across the ring into the corner and follows after her. Tohei is able to think fast, and leaps to the second turnbuckle, then jumps off backward nailing the charging JTW with the Falling Idol (Coffin Drop). *
Markson: Jeremy The Wicked is bigger, stronger, and maybe meaner, but right now Hanako Tohei is quicker and thinking faster than him.
Napier: Just wait until one of these MEN gets their hands on Honda Tahoe.
Markson: HANAKO TOHEI!
Napier: That’s what I said, Honda Tahoe.
*Tohei rolls to her corner and tags in Hector who hops into the ring and charges at JTW as JTW gets to his feet. Hector hits JTW wit a shoulder tackle that sends JTW into the ropes where JTW bounces off and comes forward into an arm drag. JTW hits the mat and rolls to his feet to see Hector charging at him. JTW tries to catch Hector, but Hector spins around JTW’s head and takes him down with a Mexican head-scissors. JTW again hits and staggers up to his feet to the sight of a charging Hector.
JTW is ready this time though, and catches Hector, lifting him over head with a Gorilla Press. JTW flaunts his power, walking around holding Hector, but as he turns, he turns into Victor who nails JTW with a springboard dropkick. JTW falls hard to the mat with Hector on top of him. Hector hooks the leg for the pin as Victor rolls out of the ring, and Ref Dizzy Dan drops for the count. *
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SUPERUNOWN WITH A BOOT TO THE HEAD OF HECTOR!!!
Markson: Superunkown may have just scrambled the brains of Hector Malvado with that boot.
Napier: I don’t think there is anything there to scramble.
*Superunkown pulls JTW to his corner and steps out. JTW reaches up and tags in Superunknopw who steps into the ring just as Hector has crawled to his corner and tagged in Victor. Victor jumps into the ring and sprints at Superunkown. Superunkown catches Victor under the arms and throws him straight into the air, but Victor lands standing on the shoulders of Superunkown. Victor drops into a seated position on Superunknown’s shoulders and goes for a hurriconrana, but Superunkown uses his power to stop the rana halfway through and lift Victor back up.
Superunkown lifts Victor back up looking to powerbomb him, but Victor pushes himself up by pressing down on Superunknowns head, spins around behind Superunkown’s head, and takes him down with a Dragonrana. Superunkown spikes on his head and rolls up to his knees. Victor rolls to his feet and nails a superkick on Superunkown.
Superunknown hits the mat and Victor charges toward the ropes and hops on them for a springboard, as he does Tohei hops onto the apron and tags Victor’s leg. Victor hits a springboard turnaround leg drop on Superunknown, and as soon as he lands Ref Dizzy Dan orders him out of the ring. Victor is confused as to why, but his question is answered as Tohei comes dropping onto Superunknown with a Nail in the Coffin (Diving Double Stomp).
Tohei makes the pin, but Dizzy Dan is distracted arguing with Victor. This allows JTW to slide in with one of the Duos titles. JTW slams the title into the back of Tohei’s head and then hops out of the ring as Knox begins yelling at him and they argue on the apron. *
Markson: WHAT A CHEAP SHOT!
Napier: I didn’t see anything, and more importantly, the referee didn’t see anything.
*Victor finally exits the ring, and Ref Dizzy Dan turns to see Superunkown pulling Tohei up and tagging in JTW. After tagging JTW in, Supernkown lifts Tohei up in an electric chair drop position as JTW climbs to the top rope as Rouge’s Gallery looks to deliver the Doomsday Device to Tohei. JTW leaps off the top rope with a clothesline, but Tohei ducks down, rolling her body forward. JTW crashes to the mat, while Superunkown is sent rolling butt over head into his own corner.
Tohei rolls to her feet as JTW is staggering to his. Tohei moves in quickly going for a Swinging Neckbreaker, but JTW catches her hands and spins all the way around with her until they come back to face each other. JTW immediately slams his skull into the face of Tohei with a devastating headbutt that drops Tohei to her knees. JTW shakes his head, feeling the headbutt himself, but is quickly back on the attack, lifting Tohei up and whipping her into a neutral corner. JTW follows in with a hard clothesline in the corner, and then immediately grabs a headlock on Tohei and charges out of the corner dropping her with a bulldog. *
Markson: A trio of brutalizing maneuvers from Jeremy The Wicked.
Napier: Hyundai Tacoma is hard to put down, but not even she can take much of an assault like that.
*JTW drags Tohei to his corner and while doing so reaches back to tag in Superunkown, but Knox jumps in front of Superunknown and steals the tag. Superunkown and JTW both look extremely irritated as Knox steps into the ring. Knox refuses to take a cheap shot on Tohei as JTW holds her. JTW shakes his head, drops Tohei, and steps out of the ring.
Knox grabs Tohei by the hand to pull her up, and as he does Tohei fires a hard punch to the stomach of Knox. Knox is phased, but not stopped. Tohei lands another hard shot that jars Knox. Knox goes for a knee lift, but Tohei dodges and grabs a waistlock on Knox. Knox quickly grabs the hands of Tohei and takes her over with a Peterson arm drag. Knox spins up to his feet as Tohei is pushing herself to hers, but Knox acts quickly and drops Tohei with a pump kick. *
Markson: Vicious kick there from Matt Knox.
Napier: Can I kick it?
Markson: Don’t you dare quote “A Tribe Called Quest”, you haven’t earned the right.
*Tohei is pulling herself by the ropes when Knox fires a front roundhouse kick to her ribs, sending her flying into the corner. Knox charges into the corner and nails Tohei with a running European Uppercut in the corner. Knox grabs Tohei by the wrist and scoops her up onto his shoulder, as he does Hector jumps into the ring drawing the attention of Ref Dizzy Dan. Knox looks over at Rouge’s Gallery who just shrugs their shoulders at him.
With the Ref and Knox distracted, Victor slingshots himself into the ring through the top and middle rope, nailing a shoulder block to the back of Knox’s knee. Tohei falls off of Knox’s shoulders, and Victor rolls up and nails the kneeled Knox with a superkick. Victor grabs Tohei and pulls her closer to their corner, before hopping out of the ring. Hector sees Victor get out of the ring and Hector hops out himself. *
Markson: Underhanded tactics by The Malvados, what a surprise.
Napier: They are just being good teammates.
*Tohei reaches up and tags in Victor, who springs to the top rope and comes off with an elbow drop to the back of Knox. Victor rolls into a front facelock on Knox and begins dragging Knox to his corner. When Victor gets to his corner he tags in Hector. Hector hops in the brothers grab Knox and double whip Knox to ropes, Victor catches Knox with a back body drops onto Hector who catches Knox and powerbombs him.
The brothers quickly roll to their feet and look at each other. They nod their heads and then deliver the Super Loco Elbows (Taiji Ishimori Superstar Elbow done in tandem). Victor rolls out of the ring as Hector makes the cover. *
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JTW BREAKS IT UP!!!
Markson: Who would have thought Jeremy The Wicked would save the day for Matt Knox?
Napier: He wasn’t helping Knox, he was saving the match for Rouge’s Gallery.
*With Ref Dizzy Dan distracted Victor jumps into the ring, but as he does Tohei grabs him, stopping him. Victor is arguing with Tohei as Hector gets up holding his head. Hector grabs Knox by the hair and begins pulling him up. Hector begins yelling for Victor, but Victor is busy arguing with Tohei. Knox pops to his feet grabbing Hector in a waist lock. Knox charges Hector into the back of Victor, knocking Victor into Tohei. Knox then takes Hector over with a release German suplex. Hector lands high on his shoulders and head, flipping over to his feet with Victor being knocked out of the ring.
Knox rolls over and begins crawling toward his corner where neither member of Rouge’s Gallery is looking to tag in. Knox pushes himself up, but before he gets to his feet Knox dives forward and tags the arm of Superunknown. Superunkown snarls as he steps into the ring. Hector who is pushing himself to his feet sees Superunknown coming in, and Hector dives to the corner and tags in Tohei. *
Markson: Knox and Hector, I think that is Hector, maybe it is Victor, but anyway, Knox and the Malvado have tagged out.
Napier: Yeah, but Matt Knox tagged in the biggest guy in the match while the Malvado tagged in the smallest person in the match.
*Tohei jumps into the ring and charges right at Superunkown. Superunkown steps forward with a Yakuza kick, but Tohei rolls under the boot to her feet. Tohei rolls to her feet, springs to the second rope and goes for a turnaround crossbody, but Superunknown catches here. Superunknown shakes his head and hoists Tohei into a bodyslam, but Tohei wiggles free and drops down behind Superunknown.
Tohei hits a dropkick to the back of Superunkown’s knee, dropping him to that knee. Tohei rolls to her feet and charges to the ropes coming back looking to take Superunkown out, but Superunkown throws his hand up catching Tohei around the throat. Supernkown comes up to his feet, lifts Tohei, and slams her to the mat with a hard chokeslam. *
Markson: Devastating chokeslam from Superunkown.
*Tohei rolls to her corner and tags in Hector who hops into the ring and charges at JTW as JTW gets to his feet. Hector hits JTW wit a shoulder tackle that sends JTW into the ropes where JTW bounces off and comes forward into an arm drag. JTW hits the mat and rolls to his feet to see Hector charging at him. JTW tries to catch Hector, but Hector spins around JTW’s head and takes him down with a Mexican head-scissors. JTW again hits and staggers up to his feet to the sight of a charging Hector.
JTW is ready this time though, and catches Hector, lifting him over head with a Gorilla Press. JTW flaunts his power, walking around holding Hector, but as he turns, he turns into Victor who nails JTW with a springboard dropkick. JTW falls hard to the mat with Hector on top of him. Hector hooks the leg for the pin as Victor rolls out of the ring, and Ref Dizzy Dan drops for the count. *
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SUPERUNOWN WITH A BOOT TO THE HEAD OF HECTOR!!!
Markson: Superunkown may have just scrambled the brains of Hector Malvado with that boot.
Napier: I don’t think there is anything there to scramble.
*Superunkown pulls JTW to his corner and steps out. JTW reaches up and tags in Superunknopw who steps into the ring just as Hector has crawled to his corner and tagged in Victor. Victor jumps into the ring and sprints at Superunkown. Superunkown catches Victor under the arms and throws him straight into the air, but Victor lands standing on the shoulders of Superunkown. Victor drops into a seated position on Superunknown’s shoulders and goes for a hurriconrana, but Superunkown uses his power to stop the rana halfway through and lift Victor back up.
Superunkown lifts Victor back up looking to powerbomb him, but Victor pushes himself up by pressing down on Superunknowns head, spins around behind Superunkown’s head, and takes him down with a Dragonrana. Superunkown spikes on his head and rolls up to his knees. Victor rolls to his feet and nails a superkick on Superunkown.
Superunknown hits the mat and Victor charges toward the ropes and hops on them for a springboard, as he does Tohei hops onto the apron and tags Victor’s leg. Victor hits a springboard turnaround leg drop on Superunknown, and as soon as he lands Ref Dizzy Dan orders him out of the ring. Victor is confused as to why, but his question is answered as Tohei comes dropping onto Superunknown with a Nail in the Coffin (Diving Double Stomp).
Tohei makes the pin, but Dizzy Dan is distracted arguing with Victor. This allows JTW to slide in with one of the Duos titles. JTW slams the title into the back of Tohei’s head and then hops out of the ring as Knox begins yelling at him and they argue on the apron. *
Markson: WHAT A CHEAP SHOT!
Napier: I didn’t see anything, and more importantly, the referee didn’t see anything.
*Victor finally exits the ring, and Ref Dizzy Dan turns to see Superunkown pulling Tohei up and tagging in JTW. After tagging JTW in, Supernkown lifts Tohei up in an electric chair drop position as JTW climbs to the top rope as Rouge’s Gallery looks to deliver the Doomsday Device to Tohei. JTW leaps off the top rope with a clothesline, but Tohei ducks down, rolling her body forward. JTW crashes to the mat, while Superunkown is sent rolling butt over head into his own corner.
Tohei rolls to her feet as JTW is staggering to his. Tohei moves in quickly going for a Swinging Neckbreaker, but JTW catches her hands and spins all the way around with her until they come back to face each other. JTW immediately slams his skull into the face of Tohei with a devastating headbutt that drops Tohei to her knees. JTW shakes his head, feeling the headbutt himself, but is quickly back on the attack, lifting Tohei up and whipping her into a neutral corner. JTW follows in with a hard clothesline in the corner, and then immediately grabs a headlock on Tohei and charges out of the corner dropping her with a bulldog. *
Markson: A trio of brutalizing maneuvers from Jeremy The Wicked.
Napier: Hyundai Tacoma is hard to put down, but not even she can take much of an assault like that.
*JTW drags Tohei to his corner and while doing so reaches back to tag in Superunkown, but Knox jumps in front of Superunknown and steals the tag. Superunkown and JTW both look extremely irritated as Knox steps into the ring. Knox refuses to take a cheap shot on Tohei as JTW holds her. JTW shakes his head, drops Tohei, and steps out of the ring.
Knox grabs Tohei by the hand to pull her up, and as he does Tohei fires a hard punch to the stomach of Knox. Knox is phased, but not stopped. Tohei lands another hard shot that jars Knox. Knox goes for a knee lift, but Tohei dodges and grabs a waistlock on Knox. Knox quickly grabs the hands of Tohei and takes her over with a Peterson arm drag. Knox spins up to his feet as Tohei is pushing herself to hers, but Knox acts quickly and drops Tohei with a pump kick. *
Markson: Vicious kick there from Matt Knox.
Napier: Can I kick it?
Markson: Don’t you dare quote “A Tribe Called Quest”, you haven’t earned the right.
*Tohei is pulling herself by the ropes when Knox fires a front roundhouse kick to her ribs, sending her flying into the corner. Knox charges into the corner and nails Tohei with a running European Uppercut in the corner. Knox grabs Tohei by the wrist and scoops her up onto his shoulder, as he does Hector jumps into the ring drawing the attention of Ref Dizzy Dan. Knox looks over at Rouge’s Gallery who just shrugs their shoulders at him.
With the Ref and Knox distracted, Victor slingshots himself into the ring through the top and middle rope, nailing a shoulder block to the back of Knox’s knee. Tohei falls off of Knox’s shoulders, and Victor rolls up and nails the kneeled Knox with a superkick. Victor grabs Tohei and pulls her closer to their corner, before hopping out of the ring. Hector sees Victor get out of the ring and Hector hops out himself. *
Markson: Underhanded tactics by The Malvados, what a surprise.
Napier: They are just being good teammates.
*Tohei reaches up and tags in Victor, who springs to the top rope and comes off with an elbow drop to the back of Knox. Victor rolls into a front facelock on Knox and begins dragging Knox to his corner. When Victor gets to his corner he tags in Hector. Hector hops in the brothers grab Knox and double whip Knox to ropes, Victor catches Knox with a back body drops onto Hector who catches Knox and powerbombs him.
The brothers quickly roll to their feet and look at each other. They nod their heads and then deliver the Super Loco Elbows (Taiji Ishimori Superstar Elbow done in tandem). Victor rolls out of the ring as Hector makes the cover. *
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JTW BREAKS IT UP!!!
Markson: Who would have thought Jeremy The Wicked would save the day for Matt Knox?
Napier: He wasn’t helping Knox, he was saving the match for Rouge’s Gallery.
*With Ref Dizzy Dan distracted Victor jumps into the ring, but as he does Tohei grabs him, stopping him. Victor is arguing with Tohei as Hector gets up holding his head. Hector grabs Knox by the hair and begins pulling him up. Hector begins yelling for Victor, but Victor is busy arguing with Tohei. Knox pops to his feet grabbing Hector in a waist lock. Knox charges Hector into the back of Victor, knocking Victor into Tohei. Knox then takes Hector over with a release German suplex. Hector lands high on his shoulders and head, flipping over to his feet with Victor being knocked out of the ring.
Knox rolls over and begins crawling toward his corner where neither member of Rouge’s Gallery is looking to tag in. Knox pushes himself up, but before he gets to his feet Knox dives forward and tags the arm of Superunknown. Superunkown snarls as he steps into the ring. Hector who is pushing himself to his feet sees Superunknown coming in, and Hector dives to the corner and tags in Tohei. *
Markson: Knox and Hector, I think that is Hector, maybe it is Victor, but anyway, Knox and the Malvado have tagged out.
Napier: Yeah, but Matt Knox tagged in the biggest guy in the match while the Malvado tagged in the smallest person in the match.
*Tohei jumps into the ring and charges right at Superunkown. Superunkown steps forward with a Yakuza kick, but Tohei rolls under the boot to her feet. Tohei rolls to her feet, springs to the second rope and goes for a turnaround crossbody, but Superunknown catches here. Superunknown shakes his head and hoists Tohei into a bodyslam, but Tohei wiggles free and drops down behind Superunknown.
Tohei hits a dropkick to the back of Superunkown’s knee, dropping him to that knee. Tohei rolls to her feet and charges to the ropes coming back looking to take Superunkown out, but Superunkown throws his hand up catching Tohei around the throat. Supernkown comes up to his feet, lifts Tohei, and slams her to the mat with a hard chokeslam. *
Markson: Devastating chokeslam from Superunkown.
Napier: He crushed Hyundai Toyota’s neck, good thing her pop singer days are over.
*Superunkown taunts the crowd for a moment, and then bends down grabbing Tohei by the throat again. Superunkown pulls Tohei up to her feet by her throat, then releases her throat, grabs her around the waist and pulls her into popsition for the Deathknell (Sit-out Tombstone Piledriver). As Superunkown lifts Tohei up the Malvados fly in off the top rope with double missile drop kicks to the head of Superunkown dropping him to the mat.
As Superunkown is knocked to the mat, Knox reaches over and tags in Superunkown. Both Knox and JTW hop into the ring. JTW runs in and tackles Victor, but both of them fall through the ropes to the outside of the ring, and both men take a hard tumble. Knox nails Hector with the Dead and Lovely (Leaping inside crescent kick) and Hector falls out of the ring. Knox turns around to see Superunkown rolling to the outside of the ring and headed for Hector and then locks eyes on Tohei. *
Markson: Matt Knox has Hanako Tohei alone in the center of the ring, and things are not looking good for the Delinquent Girl Boss.
Napier: The what? Is that really her nickname?
Markson: YES! Pay attenention, and do a little research Nick.
*Knox heads for Tohei, but stops as he sees Peter Vaughn heading down th enterance way. Vaughn and Knox lock eyes, but Vaughn waves his hands, and then changes is gace to Tohei, and begins clapping and cheering her on as she struggles to get to her feet.
Suddenly, Junko comes running from the back and gets in front of Vaughn. Junko blocks Vaughn’s path to the ring, and the two seem to be having a heated exchange. Vaughn shakes his head “no”, and points at Tohei. Junko shakes her head “no” as well and waves Vaughn off.
Knox is distracted watching Junko and Vaughn, allowing Tohei to get to her feet behind him. Tohei quickly rolls Knox up with a schoolboy, but Knox rolls through right up to his feet. Tohei is getting up, but Knox is already on his feet and nails her with Dead and Lovely (Leaping inside crescent kick). Tohei falls back into the ropes and then staggers forward into the arms of Knox who nails her with Into The Void (GTS). Knox falls on top of her for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… ROGUE’S GAAALLLERRRRY AANNNDD, MAAATTT KNOOOXXXX!!!
Markson: Oh my, a huge win for Knox and the Duos champions, but certainly a big blow to Hanoki Tohei and The Malvados.
Napier: This is Junko’s fault.
Markson: WHAT!?! HOW!?!
Napier: If she hadn’t stopped Vaughn, and thus distracted Honda Toyota, Peter Vaughn could have helped her win.
*Vaughn shakes his head and walks back up the entranceway leaving Junko looking remorseful for her friend. The shot cuts back to Knox standing in the ring with his hands raised in victory. Know turns around to see JTW and Superunknown standing behind him, Knox smiles at them and extends his head for a shake.
Superunkown looks at JTW, and JTW nods his head. Both men turn back to Knox and then charge forward wiping Knox out with the Fastball (Double Spear).
The Duos champions stand to their feet, and each places a boot on Knox’s chest. Both men raise their hands in the air to a round of boos as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*Superunkown taunts the crowd for a moment, and then bends down grabbing Tohei by the throat again. Superunkown pulls Tohei up to her feet by her throat, then releases her throat, grabs her around the waist and pulls her into popsition for the Deathknell (Sit-out Tombstone Piledriver). As Superunkown lifts Tohei up the Malvados fly in off the top rope with double missile drop kicks to the head of Superunkown dropping him to the mat.
As Superunkown is knocked to the mat, Knox reaches over and tags in Superunkown. Both Knox and JTW hop into the ring. JTW runs in and tackles Victor, but both of them fall through the ropes to the outside of the ring, and both men take a hard tumble. Knox nails Hector with the Dead and Lovely (Leaping inside crescent kick) and Hector falls out of the ring. Knox turns around to see Superunkown rolling to the outside of the ring and headed for Hector and then locks eyes on Tohei. *
Markson: Matt Knox has Hanako Tohei alone in the center of the ring, and things are not looking good for the Delinquent Girl Boss.
Napier: The what? Is that really her nickname?
Markson: YES! Pay attenention, and do a little research Nick.
*Knox heads for Tohei, but stops as he sees Peter Vaughn heading down th enterance way. Vaughn and Knox lock eyes, but Vaughn waves his hands, and then changes is gace to Tohei, and begins clapping and cheering her on as she struggles to get to her feet.
Suddenly, Junko comes running from the back and gets in front of Vaughn. Junko blocks Vaughn’s path to the ring, and the two seem to be having a heated exchange. Vaughn shakes his head “no”, and points at Tohei. Junko shakes her head “no” as well and waves Vaughn off.
Knox is distracted watching Junko and Vaughn, allowing Tohei to get to her feet behind him. Tohei quickly rolls Knox up with a schoolboy, but Knox rolls through right up to his feet. Tohei is getting up, but Knox is already on his feet and nails her with Dead and Lovely (Leaping inside crescent kick). Tohei falls back into the ropes and then staggers forward into the arms of Knox who nails her with Into The Void (GTS). Knox falls on top of her for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… ROGUE’S GAAALLLERRRRY AANNNDD, MAAATTT KNOOOXXXX!!!
Markson: Oh my, a huge win for Knox and the Duos champions, but certainly a big blow to Hanoki Tohei and The Malvados.
Napier: This is Junko’s fault.
Markson: WHAT!?! HOW!?!
Napier: If she hadn’t stopped Vaughn, and thus distracted Honda Toyota, Peter Vaughn could have helped her win.
*Vaughn shakes his head and walks back up the entranceway leaving Junko looking remorseful for her friend. The shot cuts back to Knox standing in the ring with his hands raised in victory. Know turns around to see JTW and Superunknown standing behind him, Knox smiles at them and extends his head for a shake.
Superunkown looks at JTW, and JTW nods his head. Both men turn back to Knox and then charge forward wiping Knox out with the Fastball (Double Spear).
The Duos champions stand to their feet, and each places a boot on Knox’s chest. Both men raise their hands in the air to a round of boos as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*Backstage, chaos is brewing. We can still hear the live crowd booing in the arena following the Rogues' Gallery's post-match attack on Matt Knox. Those boos quickly turn into excited cheers as Junko Souma walks into the shot, hands on her hips, a look of frustration etched across her face... and then those excited cheers turn to boos as Peter Vaughn follows, the TPW International Championship hanging from his right hand. He points toward the entrance curtain, raising the championship with the same hand as though he's intentionally dangling it right in Junko's face.*
Vaughn: What was that, huh? You're giving me the impression that we might not be on the same page. I thought we had an understanding.
*Moving his hand away from the curtain, he turns and very deliberately holds the championship in front of Junko's face. She stares past the title, through the center plate, and into his eyes.*
Vaughn: Don't you want to be a winner?
*Junko doesn't respond.*
Vaughn: Don't you want your friend to be a winner?
Junko: Of course, I want --
Vaughn: -- then you need to act like a winner!
*He places the championship on his shoulder and stands fully upright, puffing his chest out.*
Vaughn: You have an incredible opportunity at RetroMania, Junko. I showed you respect by looking you in the eye and promising you a good, clean match... but I'm not some scrub. I'm not like anyone you've EVER faced before, and if you're not on your A-game, clean match or not, I'm going to run you over like a freight train.
*She swallows, listening... averting her gaze toward the floor.*
Vaughn: My TPW deserves better than that.
*He flicks his head in the curtain's direction.*
Vaughn: Out there, how you treated me when I was trying to do the RIGHT thing? That's loser behavior. You're not a loser, are you?
Junko: I'm not a loser.
*The curtain parts and Hanako staggers into the backstage area with one eye shut, favoring her jaw, a pained expression on her face. She walks past Vaughn and gives Junko a gentle shove on the shoulder.*
Hanako: I told you, Junko-chan... I even tried to play nice because you asked --
*Junko shakes her head.*
Hanako: -- your taste in friends sucks!
Vaughn: I told you... I told both of you... Matt Knox is an opportunist and a backstabber but I'm not gonna dwell on him. As far as I'm concerned, he's behind me AND beneath me and I'm looking toward the future... and I'm not just talking about RetroMania, I'm talking about Fury in two weeks.
*Junko looks confused.*
Vaughn: I'm gonna talk to the higher-ups about booking the two of us in a tag team match against... it doesn't even matter, does it? I'm gonna give you a little brush with greatness before the pay-per-view and see if any of it rubs off. I need to know for sure if you actually have what it takes to fight like a champion... I need to know if you're truly deserving of my respect --
*He turns his back and begins to walk away, glancing over his shoulder.*
Vaughn: -- or if I jumped the gun on my assessment of you, kid.
*He walks away, vanishing into the hustle and bustle of the backstage area. Hanako falls to a knee next to Junko, rubbing the back of her neck. She looks up at Junko, annoyance in her tone.*
Hanako: He's right, you know.
*Junko stares straight ahead, huffs aloud.*
Junko: Shut up, Hana-kun. Just... shut up.
*The scene fades to from the backstage area to the ring where Steve Cotton is ready to introduce the main event.*
Vaughn: What was that, huh? You're giving me the impression that we might not be on the same page. I thought we had an understanding.
*Moving his hand away from the curtain, he turns and very deliberately holds the championship in front of Junko's face. She stares past the title, through the center plate, and into his eyes.*
Vaughn: Don't you want to be a winner?
*Junko doesn't respond.*
Vaughn: Don't you want your friend to be a winner?
Junko: Of course, I want --
Vaughn: -- then you need to act like a winner!
*He places the championship on his shoulder and stands fully upright, puffing his chest out.*
Vaughn: You have an incredible opportunity at RetroMania, Junko. I showed you respect by looking you in the eye and promising you a good, clean match... but I'm not some scrub. I'm not like anyone you've EVER faced before, and if you're not on your A-game, clean match or not, I'm going to run you over like a freight train.
*She swallows, listening... averting her gaze toward the floor.*
Vaughn: My TPW deserves better than that.
*He flicks his head in the curtain's direction.*
Vaughn: Out there, how you treated me when I was trying to do the RIGHT thing? That's loser behavior. You're not a loser, are you?
Junko: I'm not a loser.
*The curtain parts and Hanako staggers into the backstage area with one eye shut, favoring her jaw, a pained expression on her face. She walks past Vaughn and gives Junko a gentle shove on the shoulder.*
Hanako: I told you, Junko-chan... I even tried to play nice because you asked --
*Junko shakes her head.*
Hanako: -- your taste in friends sucks!
Vaughn: I told you... I told both of you... Matt Knox is an opportunist and a backstabber but I'm not gonna dwell on him. As far as I'm concerned, he's behind me AND beneath me and I'm looking toward the future... and I'm not just talking about RetroMania, I'm talking about Fury in two weeks.
*Junko looks confused.*
Vaughn: I'm gonna talk to the higher-ups about booking the two of us in a tag team match against... it doesn't even matter, does it? I'm gonna give you a little brush with greatness before the pay-per-view and see if any of it rubs off. I need to know for sure if you actually have what it takes to fight like a champion... I need to know if you're truly deserving of my respect --
*He turns his back and begins to walk away, glancing over his shoulder.*
Vaughn: -- or if I jumped the gun on my assessment of you, kid.
*He walks away, vanishing into the hustle and bustle of the backstage area. Hanako falls to a knee next to Junko, rubbing the back of her neck. She looks up at Junko, annoyance in her tone.*
Hanako: He's right, you know.
*Junko stares straight ahead, huffs aloud.*
Junko: Shut up, Hana-kun. Just... shut up.
*The scene fades to from the backstage area to the ring where Steve Cotton is ready to introduce the main event.*
Steve Cotton: The following contest is your main event, and is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!!!
*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Atlantic City, NJ, and weighing in at 132lbs, she is one half of the TWO TIME S.E.X CUP CHAMPIONS NEVER//MOORE, this is AMBEEEEERRR RYAAAANNN!!!
*Pulsing, red lights rolls over the crowd like a rising tide to the opening echoing thudding stomp and clap of 'Dust And Bone' by Syd Duran, fluctuating in time with the heavy beat as it continues into the opening vocals.
Most cheer in anticipation, but there are few who still jeer due to affiliations or just the fickle nature of a wrestling crowd on any given night. Atop the ramp, the lithe silhouette of the Distorted Angel seems to have materialised, soaking up the crowds reaction and energy. Fans reach out for acknowledgement and wave signs in the same way that others lean out over the rail as much as they dare to yell expletives and empty threats- some get a perceptive nod, a sly wink or perhaps even a kiss blown in sarcasm towards the most derisive.
Fluidly, Amber circles the ring- beelining for a camera person before trying to mess with them or talking some Poop down into the camera lens.
Slipping under the rope, Amber doesn't call for fanfare nor adulation, just making her way to the closest turnbuckle so that she might leisurely perch herself on the top with hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees in rather non-plussed outside of the trademark sly smirk seemingly ever-present on her features. *
Most cheer in anticipation, but there are few who still jeer due to affiliations or just the fickle nature of a wrestling crowd on any given night. Atop the ramp, the lithe silhouette of the Distorted Angel seems to have materialised, soaking up the crowds reaction and energy. Fans reach out for acknowledgement and wave signs in the same way that others lean out over the rail as much as they dare to yell expletives and empty threats- some get a perceptive nod, a sly wink or perhaps even a kiss blown in sarcasm towards the most derisive.
Fluidly, Amber circles the ring- beelining for a camera person before trying to mess with them or talking some Poop down into the camera lens.
Slipping under the rope, Amber doesn't call for fanfare nor adulation, just making her way to the closest turnbuckle so that she might leisurely perch herself on the top with hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees in rather non-plussed outside of the trademark sly smirk seemingly ever-present on her features. *
Steve Coton: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Manhattan, New York, and weighing in at 260lbs, he is a former TPW International Champion, this is THE GAME CHANGER... LAAAARRRRYYY TAAACCCCTTT!!!
*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.
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.
*As Tact hops onto the apron to enter the ring Amber steps forward and sprays Tact in the face with the Thumbtack Mist. Tact falls off the apron landing on his feet, but clutching at his face as he staggers back into the security railing. Tact wipes his eyes clear, pulls a thumbtack from his cheek, and looks up just in time to see Amber flying through the ropes with a suicide dive forearm that catches Tact in the jaw.
Amber is quick to her feet as Tact is slumped against the security railing. Amber moves in with a Yakuza kick to the head of Tact, but he dodges out of the way and Amber nails the railing, shoving it back into the crowd. As Tact dodges out of the way he scrambled to his feet, and turns to see Amber charging at him again. Tact sidesteps, catching Amber by the head and using her momentum, toss her by the head over the security railing into the crowd. *
Markson: Amber Ryan landed in the laps of the second row there.
Napier: Look at those nerds, I bet it’s the first time they’ve ever had a woman in their laps that they didn’t tip some dollars to first.
Markson: Come on Nick, this isn’t the attitude era.
Napier: But it will be at RetroMania.
*Tact pulls his ring jacket off and throws it to a ringside attendant, and then steps over the railing, but as Tact gets over the railing Amber throws a drink into his face. Tact begins wiping his eyes clear, but as he does Amber nails him with a roundhouse kick to the liver. Tact falls backward into the crowd knocking a few fans down and sending chairs flying.
Tact begins scrambling to his feet, and as he does Amber runs, and jumps, springing off a chair and nailing Tact with a jumping kick to the face. Tact is rocks and falls onto a chair in a seated position. Amber takes a few steps backward and then charges at Tact in the chair. Amber leaps and nails Tact wit a meteora in the chair, knocking him backward to the ground. *
Markson: OH MY! Seated Meteora to Larry Tact.
Napier: I wonder what kind of shoes Amber has on.
Markson: What? Why do you ask that?
Napier: They have good traction, but don’t look like those non-slip shoes fast food workers have to wear.
*Amber is on her feet and grabs a chair. Tact has rolled to all fours and Amber swings the chair down hard for his back, but Tact rolls out of the way and Amber slams the chair into the ground. Amber hits the floor so hard it shakes the chair out of her hands and allows Tact to get to his feet. Amber sees that Tact is up and goes to grab the chair again, but as she does Tact throws a folded-up chair at her, nailing Amber in the head.
Amber falls back into the arms of some fans who hold her up, and push her back up to her feet. Amber is on her feet and shaking the cobwebs free when Tact spears her into the fans who had just helped her up, knocking them all down.
Tact pushes himself up to his feet as Amber is rolling up to her feet. Tact grabs another chair and throws it at Amber again, but Amber ducks, and the chair wipes another fan out. Tact stops his assault and goes to check on the fan, feeling remorseful. As Tact is checking on the fan, Amber grabs a cane that an older fan had dropped and cracks the cane across the back of Tact sending the broken piece flying across the arena. *
Markson: Fans getting wipes out, canes getting broken, and debris flying everywhere, I hope our insurance premiums are paid up.
Napier: I know Alexander Marshall paid them up for a year when he got into power.
*Tact pushes himself up from his face and begins crawling away from Amber, but Amber continues to stalk after him. Amber grabs Tact by the head and pulls him so that his head is on the seat of a chair. Amber turns and grabs another chair, folding it, and then spinning around and goes to smash it into Tact’s head, but Tact pushes himself to his feet and Amber slams the chair into the unfolded chair.
Tact lands a hard kick to the stomach of Amber. Tact grabs Amber and whips her into the wall of the arena, where Amber slams face-first into the wall. Amber staggers backward, clearly dazed, and Tact grabs her by the back of the head and runs Amber into the wall again. Amber’s body slumps down, but Tact holds onto her head with both hands and whips her by the head through a curtain-covered doorway into the hallway of the arena where screaming fans are already waiting. *
Markson: The action has left the coliseum.
Napier: I mean this match could go anywhere, they could fight all the way to the Mall of America if they wanted to.
*In the hallway Tact throws Amber over the table of the merchandise stand. Tact rolls over the table himself and grabs Amber as she is pulling herself up by the merch wall. As Tact grabs Amber, she pulls a TPW Coffee mug off the wall and smashes it over Tact’s head. Tact falls back onto the merch table with blood now trickling down his forehead.
Amber looks over at a fixed half-wall, grabs a step ladder by the merch table, and uses it to climb up the half-wall. Amber finds her footing on the half-wall, takes three quick steps down the wall, and leaps off with a splash onto Tact, driving him through the table. Amber rolls around holding her stomach while Tact appears to be out.
Amber finally rolls on top of Tact, throwing an arm over him for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: BIG KICKOUT! If Amber Ryan could have got a full pin on Larry Tact, she might have been able to pick up the win there.
Napier: As much as I dislike Larry Tact, I know it takes a better cover than that to beat him.
*Amber slowly pushes herself to her feet and turns to look at the merch wall behind her, and as soon as she turns around she sees a “Rogue’s Gallery” t-shirt in front of her. Amber smirks and reaches for the shirt, but as she does Tact appears behind her, wrapping a shirt around her neck. Tact runs Amber head-first into the wall knocking it over and sending shirts and foam fingers flying.
Tact stumbles, but catches himself on a pillar and looks over to see Amber staggering up. Tact charges, changes levels, and catches Amber with a lifting double leg. Tact charges forward holding Amber and runs her through the door to the women's restroom. The sound of women screaming is heard as a few women flee from the restroom and the camera moves inside. *
Napier: Oh man, I’ve always wanted to see what the inside of the women’s bathroom looked like.
Markson: What? Why? That is just weird to say.
Napier: Just the allure and mystery of it all.
*The camera moves inside the restroom where Tact and Amber are slamming their fists into each others heads with Tact clearly having the upperhand. Amber staggers backward after a big punch, and as Tact moves in to grab her Amber grabs the door of a stall and swings it into the bloody face of Tact.
Tact staggers backward, and Amber grabs the papertowl dispenser off of the wall and steps froward smacking Tact in the face with it, sending blood splattering over the walls of the bathoom, and Tact falling into a stall. Amber grabs Tact by the ears and shoves Tact’s head into the toilet. Tact tries fighting Amber off, but she shoves all of her weight into the back of Tact’s head keeping it in the water. *
Markson: Amber Ryan is drowning Larry Tact in that toilet water.
Napier: I think that is called a swirly.
Markson: I think it’s called attempted murder.
*Unable to push his head out of the water, Tact raches up pushing the flush button on the toilet, draining the water and allowing him to get some air to fuel his muscles. Tact shoves himself back, sending Amber stumbling backward. Tact pulls himself up, and steps out of the stall throwing a boot to the stomach of Amber that sends her falling back into the sinks.
Tact grabs Amber by the head, but as he does she hits the soap dispenser getting a big glob of the foam soap in her hand, and then slams it into the eyes of Tact, rubbing it into his eyes. Tact throws Amber away from him by the hair, and then screams in pain as he wipes at his eyes. Tact turns the sink on full blast and sticks his head in the water washing his eyes out. *
Markson: Larry Tact survives drowning only to be blinded by soap.
Napier: This match is wild, it’s like a movie or something. Forget Jake Gyllanhal and Connor McGregor, THIS IS ROADHOUSE!!!
*Amber charges and nails a knee to the ribs of Tact as he is washing his face off. Tact spins and staggers, stumbling out of the bathroom where security is holding back the ruckus crowd. Amber comes out after Tact and goes for a juming knee, but Tact catches Amber in mid-air with a press slam and throws her over his head into the crowd. A group of fans catch Amber though, and crowd surf her to safety, putting her down in front of a concession stand.
The crowd parts as Tact moves through, giving him both room and respect. Tact makes it through the crowd as Amber is steadying herself on her feet. Tact and Amber lock eyes and both charge. Amber slides and goes through Tact’s legs, and pops to her feet. Tact spins round and is caught with a flurry of strikes from Amber as she land hard body kicks alternated with punches to the head that drive Tact back into the counter of the concession stand.
Amber goes for a big hook, and Tact blocks it and fires a headbutt into the face of Amber knocking her down. Tact moves forward and Amber goes for a double up kicks, but Tact catches her legs. Tact holds Amber’s legs tight and falls back, catapulting her up and over the concession stand counter and into the stand itself. *
Markson: Amber Ryan just went flying into the concession stand.
Napier: That Sbarro will be closed for weeks for cleaning.
*Tact rolls to his feet and hops over the counter were Amber is struggling to her feet. Tact grabs a pizza slicer with one hand and Amber by the other. Tact shoves Amber against the wall and puts the pizza slicer to her head, Tact pauses, shakes his head and throws the pizza slicer down. Amber laughs and spits in Tact’s face, and Tact reponds with a hard slap that knocks Amber against the counter.
Tact turns and grabs a baking sheet and then turns back and slames the sheet over Amber’s head, bending it over her skull. Amber crumbles to the floor, Tact throws the pan down, and drops down for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: An absolute braining from Larry Tact and that baking sheet shot, but Amber Ryan kicks out.
Napier: I don’t get it, Larry Tact won’t carve her face up with a pizza cutter, but he’ll give her a concussion?
*Tact comes to his feet and pulls Amber up by the head, shoving her head between his legs. Tact lifts Amber up, turns, and powerbombs her down onto the counter of the concession stand. Amber lays sprawled out on the counter of the concession stand, and Tact climbs up onto it. Tact grabs Amber by the head and lifts her up into the powerbomb position again.
Tact lifts Amber up, but as he gets her up Amber has a glass shaker of red pepper flakes in her hand and she smashes it into the head of Tact. Tact drops Amber, and she lands on her knees on the counter as Tact falls to his knees clutching his face. Amber hooks Tact and pulls him to his feet and delivers the Originl Sin (Double underhook kick-out DDT) onto the counter. Amber rolls Tact off the counter onto the floor of the arena and makes the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
Napier: NO ONE CAN!!!
*Amber looks as shocked as the crowd, as Tact’s arm still hangs in the air. Amber rolls up, grabbing the arm of Tact. Amber begins pulling Tact up, but as she gets him to his knees she hooks Tact and drops him to the arena floor with the Originl Sin (Double underhook kick-out DDT). Amber rolls Tact onto his back and makes another pin. *
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3!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. AMMMMBEEEERRR RYYYAAAANNNN!!!
*The arena pops as the crowd surrounding Amber and Tact begins to applaud. Matt Knox pushes his way through the crowd, holding his ribs, and helps Amber up to her feet. Amber puts an arm around Knox to hold herself up, and they both look down at Larry Tact who lies motionless and bloody on the floor.
Knox and Amber turn and begin heading through the crowd as medics rush through the begin checking on Tact. *
Amber is quick to her feet as Tact is slumped against the security railing. Amber moves in with a Yakuza kick to the head of Tact, but he dodges out of the way and Amber nails the railing, shoving it back into the crowd. As Tact dodges out of the way he scrambled to his feet, and turns to see Amber charging at him again. Tact sidesteps, catching Amber by the head and using her momentum, toss her by the head over the security railing into the crowd. *
Markson: Amber Ryan landed in the laps of the second row there.
Napier: Look at those nerds, I bet it’s the first time they’ve ever had a woman in their laps that they didn’t tip some dollars to first.
Markson: Come on Nick, this isn’t the attitude era.
Napier: But it will be at RetroMania.
*Tact pulls his ring jacket off and throws it to a ringside attendant, and then steps over the railing, but as Tact gets over the railing Amber throws a drink into his face. Tact begins wiping his eyes clear, but as he does Amber nails him with a roundhouse kick to the liver. Tact falls backward into the crowd knocking a few fans down and sending chairs flying.
Tact begins scrambling to his feet, and as he does Amber runs, and jumps, springing off a chair and nailing Tact with a jumping kick to the face. Tact is rocks and falls onto a chair in a seated position. Amber takes a few steps backward and then charges at Tact in the chair. Amber leaps and nails Tact wit a meteora in the chair, knocking him backward to the ground. *
Markson: OH MY! Seated Meteora to Larry Tact.
Napier: I wonder what kind of shoes Amber has on.
Markson: What? Why do you ask that?
Napier: They have good traction, but don’t look like those non-slip shoes fast food workers have to wear.
*Amber is on her feet and grabs a chair. Tact has rolled to all fours and Amber swings the chair down hard for his back, but Tact rolls out of the way and Amber slams the chair into the ground. Amber hits the floor so hard it shakes the chair out of her hands and allows Tact to get to his feet. Amber sees that Tact is up and goes to grab the chair again, but as she does Tact throws a folded-up chair at her, nailing Amber in the head.
Amber falls back into the arms of some fans who hold her up, and push her back up to her feet. Amber is on her feet and shaking the cobwebs free when Tact spears her into the fans who had just helped her up, knocking them all down.
Tact pushes himself up to his feet as Amber is rolling up to her feet. Tact grabs another chair and throws it at Amber again, but Amber ducks, and the chair wipes another fan out. Tact stops his assault and goes to check on the fan, feeling remorseful. As Tact is checking on the fan, Amber grabs a cane that an older fan had dropped and cracks the cane across the back of Tact sending the broken piece flying across the arena. *
Markson: Fans getting wipes out, canes getting broken, and debris flying everywhere, I hope our insurance premiums are paid up.
Napier: I know Alexander Marshall paid them up for a year when he got into power.
*Tact pushes himself up from his face and begins crawling away from Amber, but Amber continues to stalk after him. Amber grabs Tact by the head and pulls him so that his head is on the seat of a chair. Amber turns and grabs another chair, folding it, and then spinning around and goes to smash it into Tact’s head, but Tact pushes himself to his feet and Amber slams the chair into the unfolded chair.
Tact lands a hard kick to the stomach of Amber. Tact grabs Amber and whips her into the wall of the arena, where Amber slams face-first into the wall. Amber staggers backward, clearly dazed, and Tact grabs her by the back of the head and runs Amber into the wall again. Amber’s body slumps down, but Tact holds onto her head with both hands and whips her by the head through a curtain-covered doorway into the hallway of the arena where screaming fans are already waiting. *
Markson: The action has left the coliseum.
Napier: I mean this match could go anywhere, they could fight all the way to the Mall of America if they wanted to.
*In the hallway Tact throws Amber over the table of the merchandise stand. Tact rolls over the table himself and grabs Amber as she is pulling herself up by the merch wall. As Tact grabs Amber, she pulls a TPW Coffee mug off the wall and smashes it over Tact’s head. Tact falls back onto the merch table with blood now trickling down his forehead.
Amber looks over at a fixed half-wall, grabs a step ladder by the merch table, and uses it to climb up the half-wall. Amber finds her footing on the half-wall, takes three quick steps down the wall, and leaps off with a splash onto Tact, driving him through the table. Amber rolls around holding her stomach while Tact appears to be out.
Amber finally rolls on top of Tact, throwing an arm over him for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: BIG KICKOUT! If Amber Ryan could have got a full pin on Larry Tact, she might have been able to pick up the win there.
Napier: As much as I dislike Larry Tact, I know it takes a better cover than that to beat him.
*Amber slowly pushes herself to her feet and turns to look at the merch wall behind her, and as soon as she turns around she sees a “Rogue’s Gallery” t-shirt in front of her. Amber smirks and reaches for the shirt, but as she does Tact appears behind her, wrapping a shirt around her neck. Tact runs Amber head-first into the wall knocking it over and sending shirts and foam fingers flying.
Tact stumbles, but catches himself on a pillar and looks over to see Amber staggering up. Tact charges, changes levels, and catches Amber with a lifting double leg. Tact charges forward holding Amber and runs her through the door to the women's restroom. The sound of women screaming is heard as a few women flee from the restroom and the camera moves inside. *
Napier: Oh man, I’ve always wanted to see what the inside of the women’s bathroom looked like.
Markson: What? Why? That is just weird to say.
Napier: Just the allure and mystery of it all.
*The camera moves inside the restroom where Tact and Amber are slamming their fists into each others heads with Tact clearly having the upperhand. Amber staggers backward after a big punch, and as Tact moves in to grab her Amber grabs the door of a stall and swings it into the bloody face of Tact.
Tact staggers backward, and Amber grabs the papertowl dispenser off of the wall and steps froward smacking Tact in the face with it, sending blood splattering over the walls of the bathoom, and Tact falling into a stall. Amber grabs Tact by the ears and shoves Tact’s head into the toilet. Tact tries fighting Amber off, but she shoves all of her weight into the back of Tact’s head keeping it in the water. *
Markson: Amber Ryan is drowning Larry Tact in that toilet water.
Napier: I think that is called a swirly.
Markson: I think it’s called attempted murder.
*Unable to push his head out of the water, Tact raches up pushing the flush button on the toilet, draining the water and allowing him to get some air to fuel his muscles. Tact shoves himself back, sending Amber stumbling backward. Tact pulls himself up, and steps out of the stall throwing a boot to the stomach of Amber that sends her falling back into the sinks.
Tact grabs Amber by the head, but as he does she hits the soap dispenser getting a big glob of the foam soap in her hand, and then slams it into the eyes of Tact, rubbing it into his eyes. Tact throws Amber away from him by the hair, and then screams in pain as he wipes at his eyes. Tact turns the sink on full blast and sticks his head in the water washing his eyes out. *
Markson: Larry Tact survives drowning only to be blinded by soap.
Napier: This match is wild, it’s like a movie or something. Forget Jake Gyllanhal and Connor McGregor, THIS IS ROADHOUSE!!!
*Amber charges and nails a knee to the ribs of Tact as he is washing his face off. Tact spins and staggers, stumbling out of the bathroom where security is holding back the ruckus crowd. Amber comes out after Tact and goes for a juming knee, but Tact catches Amber in mid-air with a press slam and throws her over his head into the crowd. A group of fans catch Amber though, and crowd surf her to safety, putting her down in front of a concession stand.
The crowd parts as Tact moves through, giving him both room and respect. Tact makes it through the crowd as Amber is steadying herself on her feet. Tact and Amber lock eyes and both charge. Amber slides and goes through Tact’s legs, and pops to her feet. Tact spins round and is caught with a flurry of strikes from Amber as she land hard body kicks alternated with punches to the head that drive Tact back into the counter of the concession stand.
Amber goes for a big hook, and Tact blocks it and fires a headbutt into the face of Amber knocking her down. Tact moves forward and Amber goes for a double up kicks, but Tact catches her legs. Tact holds Amber’s legs tight and falls back, catapulting her up and over the concession stand counter and into the stand itself. *
Markson: Amber Ryan just went flying into the concession stand.
Napier: That Sbarro will be closed for weeks for cleaning.
*Tact rolls to his feet and hops over the counter were Amber is struggling to her feet. Tact grabs a pizza slicer with one hand and Amber by the other. Tact shoves Amber against the wall and puts the pizza slicer to her head, Tact pauses, shakes his head and throws the pizza slicer down. Amber laughs and spits in Tact’s face, and Tact reponds with a hard slap that knocks Amber against the counter.
Tact turns and grabs a baking sheet and then turns back and slames the sheet over Amber’s head, bending it over her skull. Amber crumbles to the floor, Tact throws the pan down, and drops down for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: An absolute braining from Larry Tact and that baking sheet shot, but Amber Ryan kicks out.
Napier: I don’t get it, Larry Tact won’t carve her face up with a pizza cutter, but he’ll give her a concussion?
*Tact comes to his feet and pulls Amber up by the head, shoving her head between his legs. Tact lifts Amber up, turns, and powerbombs her down onto the counter of the concession stand. Amber lays sprawled out on the counter of the concession stand, and Tact climbs up onto it. Tact grabs Amber by the head and lifts her up into the powerbomb position again.
Tact lifts Amber up, but as he gets her up Amber has a glass shaker of red pepper flakes in her hand and she smashes it into the head of Tact. Tact drops Amber, and she lands on her knees on the counter as Tact falls to his knees clutching his face. Amber hooks Tact and pulls him to his feet and delivers the Originl Sin (Double underhook kick-out DDT) onto the counter. Amber rolls Tact off the counter onto the floor of the arena and makes the pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
Napier: NO ONE CAN!!!
*Amber looks as shocked as the crowd, as Tact’s arm still hangs in the air. Amber rolls up, grabbing the arm of Tact. Amber begins pulling Tact up, but as she gets him to his knees she hooks Tact and drops him to the arena floor with the Originl Sin (Double underhook kick-out DDT). Amber rolls Tact onto his back and makes another pin. *
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3!!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. AMMMMBEEEERRR RYYYAAAANNNN!!!
*The arena pops as the crowd surrounding Amber and Tact begins to applaud. Matt Knox pushes his way through the crowd, holding his ribs, and helps Amber up to her feet. Amber puts an arm around Knox to hold herself up, and they both look down at Larry Tact who lies motionless and bloody on the floor.
Knox and Amber turn and begin heading through the crowd as medics rush through the begin checking on Tact. *
*The Medics rush to Tact, but Tact is already trying to get to his feet. As the medics get to Larry's side, Larry waves them off as he crawls toward the counter. *
Markson: Larry Tact, refusing medical attention.
Napier: What an idiot.
Markson: OH, STOP IT NICK! Larry Tact put up a valient effort, and put on an amazing match for the Thunderamaniacs tonight, just like he does every night,.
*Larry Tact slowly pulls himself to his feet using the Sbarro counter. As he tries to catch his breath he grabs a cup and fills it with water from the soda machine and takes a big gulp. He splashes some on his head to cool off and makes his way down the corridor of the Target Center. Fans have congregated all around, many of whom are wearing the cardboard masks that were distributed earlier in the evening. *
Markson: Look at all the Thundermaniacs that flooded the hallway to get an up close and personal view of the insanity we just witnessed.
*Fans all take photos of Tact as he walks. They're yelling his name, whistling and cheering and then three fans wearing the cardboard masks approach him. Larry acknowledges them and keeps walking but out of nowhere one attacks from behind and the other two join in, pummeling Larry with lefts and rights.*
Markson: Larry Tact is being ambushed by a group of fans! Where's security at?!
Napier: The Thundermaniacs have turned their back on Larry Tact! I thought I'd never see the day but it is here and it is glorious!
Markson: These aren't fans! Look at them, they've got those watches around their neck just like Maxwell Mason Stone! They've gotta be a part of his weird little cult.
*The three “fans” throw Larry up against the wall and continue beating on him. Security is rapidly approaching from down the hall and the trio grabs a hold of Tact and drags him into a room with a door marked “STAFF ONLY.” One of the attackers grabs the camera operator and pulls them into the room with them and shuts the door. *
Napier: I can't see a thing now. Can someone turn on a light? This thundermoron getting what's been coming to him is something I can't miss.
*The camera frantically shakes in this dark room and when it finally regains its stability, we see that we're in an office that's lit by the glowing of computer monitors on a desk and a TV on the wall. A high backed office chair turns towards the camera to reveal Maxwell Mason Stone and the crowd in the arena boos loudly. *
MMS: Are you taking this seriously now, Larry? How many times must this happen for me to get your undivided attention?
*Stone knees Tact in the gut with his knee and he groans in pain while two of the cronies hold on to his arms. *
MMS: You took your eyes off the prize, Larry. The biggest challenge of your career is on the horizon yet you distract yourself from the reality of the situation you're in.
*Stone stomps on Larry's knee and he falls to the ground. MMS then grabs the American Championship belt from the desktop. *
MMS: Will you be my greatest competition, Larry? Will you fight for this with every fiber of your being or will you be my latest “easy day at the office?” Don't feel like talking? Maybe this will jump start ya.
*MMS grabs Larry and gets him in a powerbomb position. As MMS lifts Larry into the air, his leg kicks the camera operator and we're now stuck on a shot of the room's ceiling accompanied by a loud crash. *
Security guard: Open the door, now!
*Maxwell Mason Stone steps into the frame and looks down into the camera on the floor that points upward. He brings the Thunder Pro Wrestling American Championship belt into frame to reveal that the front plate has smeared blood on it. MMS smiles as he brings the belt closer to the camera until it makes contact with the lens and the show fades to the credits.*
Markson: Look at all the Thundermaniacs that flooded the hallway to get an up close and personal view of the insanity we just witnessed.
*Fans all take photos of Tact as he walks. They're yelling his name, whistling and cheering and then three fans wearing the cardboard masks approach him. Larry acknowledges them and keeps walking but out of nowhere one attacks from behind and the other two join in, pummeling Larry with lefts and rights.*
Markson: Larry Tact is being ambushed by a group of fans! Where's security at?!
Napier: The Thundermaniacs have turned their back on Larry Tact! I thought I'd never see the day but it is here and it is glorious!
Markson: These aren't fans! Look at them, they've got those watches around their neck just like Maxwell Mason Stone! They've gotta be a part of his weird little cult.
*The three “fans” throw Larry up against the wall and continue beating on him. Security is rapidly approaching from down the hall and the trio grabs a hold of Tact and drags him into a room with a door marked “STAFF ONLY.” One of the attackers grabs the camera operator and pulls them into the room with them and shuts the door. *
Napier: I can't see a thing now. Can someone turn on a light? This thundermoron getting what's been coming to him is something I can't miss.
*The camera frantically shakes in this dark room and when it finally regains its stability, we see that we're in an office that's lit by the glowing of computer monitors on a desk and a TV on the wall. A high backed office chair turns towards the camera to reveal Maxwell Mason Stone and the crowd in the arena boos loudly. *
MMS: Are you taking this seriously now, Larry? How many times must this happen for me to get your undivided attention?
*Stone knees Tact in the gut with his knee and he groans in pain while two of the cronies hold on to his arms. *
MMS: You took your eyes off the prize, Larry. The biggest challenge of your career is on the horizon yet you distract yourself from the reality of the situation you're in.
*Stone stomps on Larry's knee and he falls to the ground. MMS then grabs the American Championship belt from the desktop. *
MMS: Will you be my greatest competition, Larry? Will you fight for this with every fiber of your being or will you be my latest “easy day at the office?” Don't feel like talking? Maybe this will jump start ya.
*MMS grabs Larry and gets him in a powerbomb position. As MMS lifts Larry into the air, his leg kicks the camera operator and we're now stuck on a shot of the room's ceiling accompanied by a loud crash. *
Security guard: Open the door, now!
*Maxwell Mason Stone steps into the frame and looks down into the camera on the floor that points upward. He brings the Thunder Pro Wrestling American Championship belt into frame to reveal that the front plate has smeared blood on it. MMS smiles as he brings the belt closer to the camera until it makes contact with the lens and the show fades to the credits.*
Credits:
Kaitlyn Fletcher -vs- Berretta Blade by: Larry Tact
Ricky McGee -vs- Jack N. Mehoff -vs- Angelio Caito by: Jeremy The Wicked
