Post by Greg T.O.M on May 24, 2024 15:59:12 GMT -5
*The scene opens to an old box TV. The viewer of the TV is flipping through the channels, but not finding anything suitable to watch.
Finally, the flipping stops. The shot pans back to show a man getting out of his recliner and walking to a shelf beside the TV that houses many VHS tapes. The man smiles as he pulls a tape off the shelf. *
Man: Oh yeah, I never get tired of watching this one.
*The shot focuses on the label on the VHS.
Finally, the flipping stops. The shot pans back to show a man getting out of his recliner and walking to a shelf beside the TV that houses many VHS tapes. The man smiles as he pulls a tape off the shelf. *
Man: Oh yeah, I never get tired of watching this one.
*The shot focuses on the label on the VHS.
The man moves to the TV and shoves the VHS into the VCR. *
The screen pops up with static and then squigly lines. The hand adjust the tracing on the tape until it clears up and reveals the RetroMania graphic. *
*The RetroMani logo slowly fades as the opening cords of one of the greatest songs of all time begins. *
*As the video ends the scene opens to a shot of the live 1996 Chicago crowd. *
*The shot quickly cuts away from the young lady to a shocked looking Mark Markson and Nick Napier at the commentary desk. *
Napier: WOW!
Markson: Well, the Chicago crowd is certainly excited for RetroMania.
Napier: Can you blame her? Tonight is going to be a HUGE night.
Markson: It certainly is going to be one of, if not THE biggest event in Thunder Pro Wrestling’s history.
Napier: It’s definitely going to be the biggest and best event of the nineties.
Markson: That it is, and as much as I’ve missed my smartphone and high speed internet, I have loved the great economy, low gas prices, and the dollar menu.
Napier: It’s obvious you have been enjoying the dollar menu.
Markson: Don’t start already.
Napier: I’ve been enjoying some Kenny Rogers Roasters and Rax.
Markson: Enough about food, let’s get to our opening contest, one that is bound to be an instant classic and that has been building for quite some time now. I’m talking about Larry Tact, and Maxwell Mason Stone for the American Championship.
Steve Cotton: The following contest is your AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! Introducing first, hailing from Manhattan, New York and weighing in at 260lbs, he is a former International Champion, he is the game changer, this is.. LAAAAARRRRYYY TAAACCT!!!
*The lights in the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. The crowd murmurs in excitement, knowing something spectacular is about to unfold. A low hum begins to resonate, and the iconic opening chords of "My Way" by Limp Bizkit start to play, sending a surge of adrenaline through the audience.
Suddenly, neon green lights blaze to life, tracing intricate patterns across the arena floor, mimicking the digital grid from the movie "Tron". The audience's eyes are drawn to the entrance, where a sleek, futuristic motorcycle—a Light Cycle from Tron—roars into view, its neon trails cutting through the darkness.
Riding the Light Cycle with commanding presence is Larry Tact. Clad in a high-tech, battle-worn suit that gleams under the neon lights, he looks every bit the futuristic warrior. His helmet visor reflects the electric blue glow, and as he speeds towards the ring, the crowd erupts into a frenzy.
The deep, bass-heavy beat of "My Way" drives the scene forward, perfectly in sync with the revving of the Light Cycle's engine. The arena lights pulse to the rhythm of the music, creating an otherworldly spectacle as Larry Tact races down the ramp, leaving a glowing trail behind him.
As he approaches the ring, Larry Tact executes a sharp, controlled turn, bringing the Light Cycle to a halt with a flourish. He dismounts with the grace of a seasoned warrior, removing his helmet to reveal his intense gaze and confident smirk. The neon lights cast an almost ethereal glow on his chiseled features, emphasizing his formidable presence.
With the chorus of "My Way" hitting its peak, Larry Tact strides towards the ring, the lyrics echoing through the arena like a declaration of his unyielding will and determination.
Tact leaps onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and vaulting into the ring with fluid agility. He stands in the center, raising his arms high, basking in the adulation and awe of the crowd. The neon lights intensify, casting him in a radiant glow as the final lines of the song reverberate through the arena.
The music fades, leaving a moment of charged silence. The crowd roars with approval, their energy feeding into Larry Tact's own. He looks around, a fierce gleam in his eyes, as if daring anyone to challenge his dominance *
*The lights in the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. The crowd murmurs in excitement, knowing something spectacular is about to unfold. A low hum begins to resonate, and the iconic opening chords of "My Way" by Limp Bizkit start to play, sending a surge of adrenaline through the audience.
Suddenly, neon green lights blaze to life, tracing intricate patterns across the arena floor, mimicking the digital grid from the movie "Tron". The audience's eyes are drawn to the entrance, where a sleek, futuristic motorcycle—a Light Cycle from Tron—roars into view, its neon trails cutting through the darkness.
Riding the Light Cycle with commanding presence is Larry Tact. Clad in a high-tech, battle-worn suit that gleams under the neon lights, he looks every bit the futuristic warrior. His helmet visor reflects the electric blue glow, and as he speeds towards the ring, the crowd erupts into a frenzy.
The deep, bass-heavy beat of "My Way" drives the scene forward, perfectly in sync with the revving of the Light Cycle's engine. The arena lights pulse to the rhythm of the music, creating an otherworldly spectacle as Larry Tact races down the ramp, leaving a glowing trail behind him.
As he approaches the ring, Larry Tact executes a sharp, controlled turn, bringing the Light Cycle to a halt with a flourish. He dismounts with the grace of a seasoned warrior, removing his helmet to reveal his intense gaze and confident smirk. The neon lights cast an almost ethereal glow on his chiseled features, emphasizing his formidable presence.
With the chorus of "My Way" hitting its peak, Larry Tact strides towards the ring, the lyrics echoing through the arena like a declaration of his unyielding will and determination.
Tact leaps onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and vaulting into the ring with fluid agility. He stands in the center, raising his arms high, basking in the adulation and awe of the crowd. The neon lights intensify, casting him in a radiant glow as the final lines of the song reverberate through the arena.
The music fades, leaving a moment of charged silence. The crowd roars with approval, their energy feeding into Larry Tact's own. He looks around, a fierce gleam in his eyes, as if daring anyone to challenge his dominance *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Los Angeles, CA and weighing in at 255lbs. He is the reigning, and defending American champion, this is.... MAAAXXXWEELLL MASSSSOOONNN STOOOOOONNEEE!!!
*The arena plunges into an eerie twilight, the lights dimming to a muted, haunting glow. A palpable tension fills the air as the first melancholic notes of "Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental)" by Deftones begin to play. The melody is haunting, weaving a spell of suspense and anticipation over the crowd.
The Terry-Tron flickers to life, displaying scenes inspired by "Run Sweetheart Run." Dark, desolate cityscapes flash across the screen, interspersed with glimpses of a figure running through the shadows, pursued by an unseen menace. The visuals are stark and gripping, evoking a sense of relentless pursuit and survival.
As the music swells, a spotlight snaps on at the top of the ramp, revealing Maxwell Mason Stone. He stands motionless, an imposing figure in a long, black trench coat that billows slightly as if caught in a phantom breeze. His eyes are cold and intense, reflecting the steely resolve of a man who has faced unimaginable horrors and emerged stronger.
Slowly, he begins his descent down the ramp, each step measured and deliberate. The instrumental's haunting guitar riffs and ominous rhythms seem to pulse in time with his movements, creating an almost hypnotic effect. The crowd is mesmerized, drawn into the dark narrative unfolding before them.
Maxwell Mason Stone's presence exudes a mix of raw power and calculated menace, embodying the essence of a relentless hunter. His gaze never wavers, locked on the ring ahead as if it represents both his arena of combat and a sanctuary from the shadows that pursue him.
The spotlight follows him as he makes his way to the ring, the rest of the arena shrouded in darkness. The video screen continues to show scenes of desperate chases and narrow escapes, enhancing the atmosphere of tension and drama. Stone reaches the ring and pauses, taking a moment to scan the crowd with a look that sends shivers down their spines.
As the music reaches its crescendo, he removes his trench coat, revealing a chiseled physique marked by scars—evidence of his battles and his resilience. He climbs the ring steps with the grace of a predator, slipping between the ropes with fluid ease.
Standing in the center of the ring, Maxwell Mason Stone raises his arms slowly, as if to command the very shadows themselves. The lights around the arena flicker and intensify, casting a stark, dramatic contrast that highlights his formidable presence.
The music fades, leaving a lingering echo that seems to resonate with the crowd's collective heartbeat. The announcer's voice booms through the PA system, cutting through the tension like a knife. *
Napier: Maxwell Mason Stone has been a force to be reckoned with since this vicious side of him has been coming out, and I am a fan of it.
Markson: Stone has become a grade-A jerk, and he is going to find out that in the end good always triumphs over evil.
Napier: This is pro wrestling, not a fantasy movie Mark.
DING! DING! DING!
*As the bell sounds Tact and MMS begin circling around and then collide in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Both men jockey for position, but neither one is able to get the upper hand. Tact begins to back MMS back into the corner, but at the last moment, MMS slides his hand to the chin of Tact, grabbing his beard, and using it to spin Tact around into the corner. Ref Villano 16 calls for a break.
MMS holds his hands out as if giving a clean break, but then at the last second slaps Tact across the face. Tact charges out of the corner, but Villano 16 holds him back as MMS backs up retreating to his corner. Tact calms down and calls for another lock-up. MMS smirks and meets Tact with another collar and elbow tie-up. This time Tact immediately drives MMS back into the corner. Ref Villano 16 immediately calls for a break, and Tact gives a clean break. As Tact begins to back up MMS goes for a slap out of the corner, but Tact blocks it and nails MMS with a hard right hand that rocks him.
Tact grabs MMS and whis him out of the corner, across the ring into the opposite corner. MMS hits so hard that the impact sends him back out of the corner with a ricochet, and right into a big backbody-drop from Tact. MMS flies high into the air and comes down hard. MMS immediately rolls out of the ring and holds his back.*
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone was sent flying high into the air. Higher than Snoop Dogg on April twentieth.
Napier: Larry Tact is such a cheater, using a closed fist. Come on this is the nineties for crying out lout, there are still rules.
Markson: No way, this is the era of EXTREME!!!
*Ref Villano 16 is lying on the count, but MMS is taking his time walking around the ring. MMS rolls in at 9 to break the count but goes right back out and begins walking around the ring again jawing with the fans and holding his back. At the count of 7 Tact has had enough and rolls out of the ring to go after MMS. Tact begins to chase MMS around the ring. MMS slides into the ring after making a lap. Tact goes to slide in and MMS moves in with an elbow drop, but Tact sees it coming and slides out at the last second and MMS hits the mat.
Tact grabs MMS and pulls him out of the ring. Tact nails MMS with a hard right hand that sends him staggering against the ring post. Tact moves in and fires a blistering chop across the chest of MMS that brings on a giant “WOO!” from the crowd. *
Markson: Stone has become a grade-A jerk, and he is going to find out that in the end good always triumphs over evil.
Napier: This is pro wrestling, not a fantasy movie Mark.
DING! DING! DING!
*As the bell sounds Tact and MMS begin circling around and then collide in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Both men jockey for position, but neither one is able to get the upper hand. Tact begins to back MMS back into the corner, but at the last moment, MMS slides his hand to the chin of Tact, grabbing his beard, and using it to spin Tact around into the corner. Ref Villano 16 calls for a break.
MMS holds his hands out as if giving a clean break, but then at the last second slaps Tact across the face. Tact charges out of the corner, but Villano 16 holds him back as MMS backs up retreating to his corner. Tact calms down and calls for another lock-up. MMS smirks and meets Tact with another collar and elbow tie-up. This time Tact immediately drives MMS back into the corner. Ref Villano 16 immediately calls for a break, and Tact gives a clean break. As Tact begins to back up MMS goes for a slap out of the corner, but Tact blocks it and nails MMS with a hard right hand that rocks him.
Tact grabs MMS and whis him out of the corner, across the ring into the opposite corner. MMS hits so hard that the impact sends him back out of the corner with a ricochet, and right into a big backbody-drop from Tact. MMS flies high into the air and comes down hard. MMS immediately rolls out of the ring and holds his back.*
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone was sent flying high into the air. Higher than Snoop Dogg on April twentieth.
Napier: Larry Tact is such a cheater, using a closed fist. Come on this is the nineties for crying out lout, there are still rules.
Markson: No way, this is the era of EXTREME!!!
*Ref Villano 16 is lying on the count, but MMS is taking his time walking around the ring. MMS rolls in at 9 to break the count but goes right back out and begins walking around the ring again jawing with the fans and holding his back. At the count of 7 Tact has had enough and rolls out of the ring to go after MMS. Tact begins to chase MMS around the ring. MMS slides into the ring after making a lap. Tact goes to slide in and MMS moves in with an elbow drop, but Tact sees it coming and slides out at the last second and MMS hits the mat.
Tact grabs MMS and pulls him out of the ring. Tact nails MMS with a hard right hand that sends him staggering against the ring post. Tact moves in and fires a blistering chop across the chest of MMS that brings on a giant “WOO!” from the crowd. *
Markson: That chop from Larry Tact sounded like a shotgun going off.
Napier: I think he ripped some of Maxwell Mason Stone’s chest flesh off.
*MMS staggers around the ring holding his chest, when Tact grabs him and throws him into the security railing. Tact spins MMS around and blisters him with another stinging chop. Tact grabs MMS and throws him into the ring, and then rolls in himself.
MMS is up and staggering around as Tact is getting up. MMS sees Tact getting up and charges at him with a double axe handle, but Tact catches him coming in with a punch to the stomach that doubles MMS over. Tact charges to the ropes and comes back with a big knee lift that sends MMS flying into the air before crashing to the mat.
MMS rolls up holding his back and as soon as he gets to his feet, Tact lifts him up and drops him with a big scoop slam. Tact then hits the ropes and comes back with a knee drop. Tact makes a quick cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: It’s going to take a lot more than that to put away the American champion.
Markson: I’ll actually agree with you on that Nick, but sometimes a pin is just about making your opponent expend the energy to kick out.
*MMS is rolling to his feet, and as he begins to get up Tact blisters him with another chop that sends MMS staggering back into the corner. Tact takes a few short steps and nails a clothesline into the corner on MMS. Tact pulls MMS out of the corner and hooks him for a suplex before taking MMS over with a snap suplex. Tact holds onto MMS, rolls to his feet, and lifts MMS up again, but this time holds him with a stalling vertical suplex.
Crowd: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10…
Tact drops MMS after the amazing display of power to hold the big man up for so long. Tact rolls over and makes another pin.
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Suddenly the lights start flickering in the arena. Two lines of men dressed in all black except for Larry Tact masks begin walking down the entranceway. This draws the attention of both Tact and Ref Villano 16. The eight masked men stop and stand in a uniform line in the entranceway, and do not move. Tact begins to yell at them, when MMS comes flying in with a jumping knee to the upper back of Tact, sending him tumbling over the top rope to the outside. *
Markson: Cheap shot from Maxwell Mason Stone, after this… this… THIS CULT, of masked men caused a distraction.
Napier: They aren’t a cult, Maxwell Mason Stone is just a charismatic man with great ideas and natural leadership abilities.
*MMS rolls to the outside where Tact is still trying to get up. MMS looks at the masked men and salutes them with a special hand gesture. The masked men make the same gesture back and then take a knee. MMS turns back to Tact who is pulling himself up by the railing, and MMS charges with a knee into the back of Tact, knocking him into the railing.
Napier: I think he ripped some of Maxwell Mason Stone’s chest flesh off.
*MMS staggers around the ring holding his chest, when Tact grabs him and throws him into the security railing. Tact spins MMS around and blisters him with another stinging chop. Tact grabs MMS and throws him into the ring, and then rolls in himself.
MMS is up and staggering around as Tact is getting up. MMS sees Tact getting up and charges at him with a double axe handle, but Tact catches him coming in with a punch to the stomach that doubles MMS over. Tact charges to the ropes and comes back with a big knee lift that sends MMS flying into the air before crashing to the mat.
MMS rolls up holding his back and as soon as he gets to his feet, Tact lifts him up and drops him with a big scoop slam. Tact then hits the ropes and comes back with a knee drop. Tact makes a quick cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: It’s going to take a lot more than that to put away the American champion.
Markson: I’ll actually agree with you on that Nick, but sometimes a pin is just about making your opponent expend the energy to kick out.
*MMS is rolling to his feet, and as he begins to get up Tact blisters him with another chop that sends MMS staggering back into the corner. Tact takes a few short steps and nails a clothesline into the corner on MMS. Tact pulls MMS out of the corner and hooks him for a suplex before taking MMS over with a snap suplex. Tact holds onto MMS, rolls to his feet, and lifts MMS up again, but this time holds him with a stalling vertical suplex.
Crowd: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10…
Tact drops MMS after the amazing display of power to hold the big man up for so long. Tact rolls over and makes another pin.
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Suddenly the lights start flickering in the arena. Two lines of men dressed in all black except for Larry Tact masks begin walking down the entranceway. This draws the attention of both Tact and Ref Villano 16. The eight masked men stop and stand in a uniform line in the entranceway, and do not move. Tact begins to yell at them, when MMS comes flying in with a jumping knee to the upper back of Tact, sending him tumbling over the top rope to the outside. *
Markson: Cheap shot from Maxwell Mason Stone, after this… this… THIS CULT, of masked men caused a distraction.
Napier: They aren’t a cult, Maxwell Mason Stone is just a charismatic man with great ideas and natural leadership abilities.
*MMS rolls to the outside where Tact is still trying to get up. MMS looks at the masked men and salutes them with a special hand gesture. The masked men make the same gesture back and then take a knee. MMS turns back to Tact who is pulling himself up by the railing, and MMS charges with a knee into the back of Tact, knocking him into the railing.
MMS grabs Tact around the waist, and runs him backward, slamming Tact’s lower back into the side of the ring. MMS steps back as Tact falls to his knees holding his back. MMS charges from the side and boots Tact in the side of the head knocking him to the ground. MMS then grabs Tact, pulls him up, and rolls him into the ring. *
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone with some brutalizing offense on the outside.
Napier: And see, his umm… supporters, aren’t even interfering in the match.
Markson: Yeah, for now.
*MMS hops onto the apron and heads to the turnbuckles. MMS climbs to the top rope as Tact is slowly pushing himself to his feet. As Tact gets to his feet MMS leaps off the top rope with a Flying Cross Body Block to the back of Tact, driving Tact face-first into the mat. MMS shoots a half-nelson on Tact and rolls hm over for a pin.
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KICKOUT!
MMS pulls Tact up to a seated position and plants a hard kick to the back of Tact. Tact arches his back in pain, and MMS turns to charge to the ropes. MMS comes off the ropes and comes back with a sliding knee to the back of Tact. MMS leaves his knee in the back of Tact, and then hooks both hands around the chin of Tact and yanks back with a vicious chin lock. *
Napier: Nice chin lock from Stone, simple, but very effective.
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is focused on the back of Larry Tact, and the way Tact is arched back is certainly taking a toll on the back.
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone with some brutalizing offense on the outside.
Napier: And see, his umm… supporters, aren’t even interfering in the match.
Markson: Yeah, for now.
*MMS hops onto the apron and heads to the turnbuckles. MMS climbs to the top rope as Tact is slowly pushing himself to his feet. As Tact gets to his feet MMS leaps off the top rope with a Flying Cross Body Block to the back of Tact, driving Tact face-first into the mat. MMS shoots a half-nelson on Tact and rolls hm over for a pin.
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KICKOUT!
MMS pulls Tact up to a seated position and plants a hard kick to the back of Tact. Tact arches his back in pain, and MMS turns to charge to the ropes. MMS comes off the ropes and comes back with a sliding knee to the back of Tact. MMS leaves his knee in the back of Tact, and then hooks both hands around the chin of Tact and yanks back with a vicious chin lock. *
Napier: Nice chin lock from Stone, simple, but very effective.
Markson: Maxwell Mason Stone is focused on the back of Larry Tact, and the way Tact is arched back is certainly taking a toll on the back.
Napier: Take out the back of Tact and you take away his power game.
*The crowd begins stomping their feet and clapping their hands, shaking the arena with cheers to fire up Tact. Tact begins fighting to his feet, and throws an elbow into the stomach of MMS. Tact throws a second elbow to the stomach of MMS breaking his grip, and then grabs MMS around the waist and leg, taking MMS back with a belly-to-back suplex.
Tact rolls up holding his back as MMS is rolling up holding the back of his head. Tact grabs MMS and whips him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but MMS ducks under catching the arm of Tact and spinning behind him. MMS swings his arm between the legs of Tact and lifts Tact up in an inverted fireman’s carry. MMS drops to his knees hitting Tact with an Argentine backbreaker aka Abyss’s Shock Treatment. *
Markson: Sick backbreaker from Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: His back is broken, SPINAL!
*MMS stands tall over Tact, who lays on the mat holding his back and trying to get to his feet. MMS takes a step back, but then lungs forward with a boot to the side of Tact’s head, sending Tact to the mat. Tact pushes himself back to all fours, and when he does MMS reaches down and grabs Tact. MMS pulls Tact to his feet, lifts him, and drops him with an atomic drop. MMS holds on and goes right into a German suplex, and bridges for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
MMS holds onto the waistlock on Tact and rolls to his feet. MMS goes for another German, but Tact wraps his leg around MMS to block the suplex. Tact throws a back elbow into the side of MMS’s head, and then counters with a standing switch into a waistlock of his own. Tact attempts to transition into a full-nelson, but when he does MMS motions his head to his followers. One of the masked men stands up and begins heading to the ring drawing the attention of Ref Villano 16.
With the Ref distracted, MMS throws his body forward and his leg backward nailing Tact with a low blow. Tact is slumped over holding himself when MMS grabs Tact under the arms, lifts him up, and drops him down with a backbreaker. At the sight of this, the masked man steps back to his spot and takes a knee. Ref Villano 16 turns to see MMS making a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Somehow, someway, Larry Tact was able to kick out. And, so much for those masked cult members not interfering.
Napier: They didn’t interfere, it was just an overzealous follower wanting to get a better view.
*MMS is beside himself with anger as he stands to his feet. MMS backs into the corner and begins yelling at Tact to get up. Tact slowly staggers to his feet, and as Tact gets to his feet MMS charges out of the corner looking for a knee to the gut, but Tact turns and catches the knee. Tact lifts MMS up for a standing firemans, but as he gets MMS up he drops him and holds onto his back.
Tact staggers forward holding his back, and MMS grabs him from behind and spins Tact around. MMS nails a big knee to the gut of Tact and hooks him for "Momenta Axis", but before MMS can lift Tact, Tact lifts MMS up, and then snaps him to the mat with an Alabama slam. Tact falls to his knees holding his back as MMS seems to be out on the mat. *
Markson: HUGE DESPERATION MOVE FROM LARRY TACT!!!
Napier: Yeah, but his back is too bad to capitalize.
*Tact powers up to his feet while MMS is rolling up as well. MMS strikes first, going for a big right hook but Tact ducks. Tact comes up and lands a right of his own rocking MMS. MMS goes for another hook, but Tact again ducks and lands a shot of his own. MMS goes for a third hook, but Tact blocks it and spins right into a snap power slam on MMS.
Tact comes up to his feet feeling a surge of adrenaline fueled by the fans. Tact turns to see MMS getting to his feet and grabs him. Tact whips MMS into the corner and then charges in, but MMS hits Tact with a back elbow staggering Tact backward. MMS charges out of the corner at Tact, but Tact catches him with “The Humbling” (Uranage Suplex).
Tact looks over at the turnbuckles, smiles, and the crowd pops as he heads for the turnbuckles. Tact steps out onto the apron and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. Tact gets to the top rope, takes a moment to pose for the crowd, and then leaps off with the "Dive to Blue" (Top Rope Elbow Drop), landing flush on the chest of MMS. Tact makes the in, hooking the leg. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: STONE WITH THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
Napier: It’s going to take more than that to put the American champion away Mark.
*Tact rolls to his feet and as MMS is trying to get to his feet Tact grabs him by the head and pulls him into position for a powerbomb. Tact wraps his arms around MMS’s waist, but MMS spins out and pulls Tact into a ripcord forearm that rocks Tact. MMS grabs Tact for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Tact drops his hips and weight blocking the hold. Tact then shows great power pulling his arms up breaking the grasp of MMS. MMS looks stunned, and then Tact nails him in the face with a headbut. MMS staggers backward into the ropes, and tact grabs him and whips him off the ropes. As MMS comes off th ropes Tact catches him with a big spinebuster.
The crowd is roaring as Tact grabs MMS by the head and pulls him into the powerbomb position. Tact lifts MMS up and nails him with “Star Power” (Release Powerbomb into Backstabber). Tact makes the cover. *
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The count is stopped as the masked men hop onto the apron. *
Markson: WHAT IS GOING ON!?! Larry Tact had Stone beat.
Napier: It’ll take more than that to beat the American champion.
Markson: No it wouldn’t, look at Stone, he is still out on the mat.
*Tact stands to his feet as the eight masked men have surrounded the ring with 2 men on each side of the ring. Tact readies himself to fight as the masked men are ignoring Ref Villano 16’s threats of a disqualification. The 8 men begin to step in the ring at the same time when suddenly a figure repails from the rafters.
The figure is dressed in al black, holding a baseball bat, and wearing on of the Tact masks. Tact holds his fist up ready to fight as the man slowly grabs the mask and pulls it off. *
Markson: IT’S BUSTER GLOVES!!!
Napier: Well, that isn’t awesome.
Markson: YES IT IS!!!
*Buster spins around and nails one of the masked men with the bat. Tact charges forward and nails another masked man with a hard right knocking him out of the ring. Buster is cleaning house with the bat knocking all the masked men down and out with the bat as the crowd roars with cheers.
After all the masked men are dispatched Buster turns to Tact. The former tag partners smile at each other and embrace in a hug. Buster takes a step back, hooks his rigging in again, and is pulled up by the rigging. *
Markson: CRITICAL HIT REUNITED!!!
Napier: But Stone is up.
*MMS as pulled himself to his feet and is holding onto one of the thick Tact masks. MMS clutches it to his stomach and bends over with his back to Tact. Tact grabs MMS and turns him around, but as he does MMS smacks Tact in the face with the hard mask. Tact falls to a knee and MMS throws the mask out of the ring as Villan 16 shoves the last masked goon out of the ring.
MMS pulls Tact into position and lifts him with "Momenta Axis" ( Dominator). MMS slams Tact onto his face and rolls him over for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and STTILLLLL AMERICAN CHAMPION!!! MAXWELL MASON STOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
Markson: I hate to see this match end like this, I really thought Larry Tact was going to pull it off.
Napier: Maxwell Mason Stone has followers, and Larry Tact has Buster Gloves, Critical Hit rolled a Nat 1.
Markson: As disappointed as Larry will be about this loss, I do hope our next segment will help cheer him up.
*The crowd begins stomping their feet and clapping their hands, shaking the arena with cheers to fire up Tact. Tact begins fighting to his feet, and throws an elbow into the stomach of MMS. Tact throws a second elbow to the stomach of MMS breaking his grip, and then grabs MMS around the waist and leg, taking MMS back with a belly-to-back suplex.
Tact rolls up holding his back as MMS is rolling up holding the back of his head. Tact grabs MMS and whips him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but MMS ducks under catching the arm of Tact and spinning behind him. MMS swings his arm between the legs of Tact and lifts Tact up in an inverted fireman’s carry. MMS drops to his knees hitting Tact with an Argentine backbreaker aka Abyss’s Shock Treatment. *
Markson: Sick backbreaker from Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: His back is broken, SPINAL!
*MMS stands tall over Tact, who lays on the mat holding his back and trying to get to his feet. MMS takes a step back, but then lungs forward with a boot to the side of Tact’s head, sending Tact to the mat. Tact pushes himself back to all fours, and when he does MMS reaches down and grabs Tact. MMS pulls Tact to his feet, lifts him, and drops him with an atomic drop. MMS holds on and goes right into a German suplex, and bridges for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
MMS holds onto the waistlock on Tact and rolls to his feet. MMS goes for another German, but Tact wraps his leg around MMS to block the suplex. Tact throws a back elbow into the side of MMS’s head, and then counters with a standing switch into a waistlock of his own. Tact attempts to transition into a full-nelson, but when he does MMS motions his head to his followers. One of the masked men stands up and begins heading to the ring drawing the attention of Ref Villano 16.
With the Ref distracted, MMS throws his body forward and his leg backward nailing Tact with a low blow. Tact is slumped over holding himself when MMS grabs Tact under the arms, lifts him up, and drops him down with a backbreaker. At the sight of this, the masked man steps back to his spot and takes a knee. Ref Villano 16 turns to see MMS making a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Somehow, someway, Larry Tact was able to kick out. And, so much for those masked cult members not interfering.
Napier: They didn’t interfere, it was just an overzealous follower wanting to get a better view.
*MMS is beside himself with anger as he stands to his feet. MMS backs into the corner and begins yelling at Tact to get up. Tact slowly staggers to his feet, and as Tact gets to his feet MMS charges out of the corner looking for a knee to the gut, but Tact turns and catches the knee. Tact lifts MMS up for a standing firemans, but as he gets MMS up he drops him and holds onto his back.
Tact staggers forward holding his back, and MMS grabs him from behind and spins Tact around. MMS nails a big knee to the gut of Tact and hooks him for "Momenta Axis", but before MMS can lift Tact, Tact lifts MMS up, and then snaps him to the mat with an Alabama slam. Tact falls to his knees holding his back as MMS seems to be out on the mat. *
Markson: HUGE DESPERATION MOVE FROM LARRY TACT!!!
Napier: Yeah, but his back is too bad to capitalize.
*Tact powers up to his feet while MMS is rolling up as well. MMS strikes first, going for a big right hook but Tact ducks. Tact comes up and lands a right of his own rocking MMS. MMS goes for another hook, but Tact again ducks and lands a shot of his own. MMS goes for a third hook, but Tact blocks it and spins right into a snap power slam on MMS.
Tact comes up to his feet feeling a surge of adrenaline fueled by the fans. Tact turns to see MMS getting to his feet and grabs him. Tact whips MMS into the corner and then charges in, but MMS hits Tact with a back elbow staggering Tact backward. MMS charges out of the corner at Tact, but Tact catches him with “The Humbling” (Uranage Suplex).
Tact looks over at the turnbuckles, smiles, and the crowd pops as he heads for the turnbuckles. Tact steps out onto the apron and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. Tact gets to the top rope, takes a moment to pose for the crowd, and then leaps off with the "Dive to Blue" (Top Rope Elbow Drop), landing flush on the chest of MMS. Tact makes the in, hooking the leg. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: STONE WITH THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
Napier: It’s going to take more than that to put the American champion away Mark.
*Tact rolls to his feet and as MMS is trying to get to his feet Tact grabs him by the head and pulls him into position for a powerbomb. Tact wraps his arms around MMS’s waist, but MMS spins out and pulls Tact into a ripcord forearm that rocks Tact. MMS grabs Tact for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Tact drops his hips and weight blocking the hold. Tact then shows great power pulling his arms up breaking the grasp of MMS. MMS looks stunned, and then Tact nails him in the face with a headbut. MMS staggers backward into the ropes, and tact grabs him and whips him off the ropes. As MMS comes off th ropes Tact catches him with a big spinebuster.
The crowd is roaring as Tact grabs MMS by the head and pulls him into the powerbomb position. Tact lifts MMS up and nails him with “Star Power” (Release Powerbomb into Backstabber). Tact makes the cover. *
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The count is stopped as the masked men hop onto the apron. *
Markson: WHAT IS GOING ON!?! Larry Tact had Stone beat.
Napier: It’ll take more than that to beat the American champion.
Markson: No it wouldn’t, look at Stone, he is still out on the mat.
*Tact stands to his feet as the eight masked men have surrounded the ring with 2 men on each side of the ring. Tact readies himself to fight as the masked men are ignoring Ref Villano 16’s threats of a disqualification. The 8 men begin to step in the ring at the same time when suddenly a figure repails from the rafters.
The figure is dressed in al black, holding a baseball bat, and wearing on of the Tact masks. Tact holds his fist up ready to fight as the man slowly grabs the mask and pulls it off. *
Markson: IT’S BUSTER GLOVES!!!
Napier: Well, that isn’t awesome.
Markson: YES IT IS!!!
*Buster spins around and nails one of the masked men with the bat. Tact charges forward and nails another masked man with a hard right knocking him out of the ring. Buster is cleaning house with the bat knocking all the masked men down and out with the bat as the crowd roars with cheers.
After all the masked men are dispatched Buster turns to Tact. The former tag partners smile at each other and embrace in a hug. Buster takes a step back, hooks his rigging in again, and is pulled up by the rigging. *
Markson: CRITICAL HIT REUNITED!!!
Napier: But Stone is up.
*MMS as pulled himself to his feet and is holding onto one of the thick Tact masks. MMS clutches it to his stomach and bends over with his back to Tact. Tact grabs MMS and turns him around, but as he does MMS smacks Tact in the face with the hard mask. Tact falls to a knee and MMS throws the mask out of the ring as Villan 16 shoves the last masked goon out of the ring.
MMS pulls Tact into position and lifts him with "Momenta Axis" ( Dominator). MMS slams Tact onto his face and rolls him over for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and STTILLLLL AMERICAN CHAMPION!!! MAXWELL MASON STOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
Markson: I hate to see this match end like this, I really thought Larry Tact was going to pull it off.
Napier: Maxwell Mason Stone has followers, and Larry Tact has Buster Gloves, Critical Hit rolled a Nat 1.
Markson: As disappointed as Larry will be about this loss, I do hope our next segment will help cheer him up.
*The scene focuses on Maxwell Mason Stone being lifted onto the shoulders of his followers. Stone holds the American championship over his head as a video package begins to play. *
*The crowd roars and pops at the announcement of Larry Tact being put into the Hall of Fame. The shot focuses on Larry at the top of the entrance ramp with his hands on his hips looking up at the graphic. Larry turns to face the crowd and waves before taking a bow. *
Crowd: THANK YOU LARRY! THANK YOU LARRY! THANK YOU LARRY!
*The shot transitions back to ringside. *
Markson: Larry Tact, absolutely deserving of a Hall of Fame induction.
Napier: *Fart Noise*
Marskon: OH STOP IT!
Napier: Hall of Famer, going out as a loser.
Markson: The man had been a cornerstone of Thunder Pro.
Napier: No wonder this place is sinking.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
Markson: WHAT IN THE WORLD!!!
Napier: CRAM!!!
*The shot cuts to John Blade being thrown down the entranceway like Jazzy Jeff getting thrown out of the mansion by Uncle Phil. Cram steps out from the entranceway pulling his vest off as he does. Blade tries pushing himself to his feet, but as he does Cram charges with a running tackle that sends Blade rolling down the entranceway. *
Markson: Cram must have attacked John Blade from behind backstage.
Napier: DUH! Obviously.
Markson: I was being rhetorical.
*Cram marches down the entranceway as Blade works to get to his feet. As Blade begins to get up Cram charges with another tackle, but this time Blade sidesteps, grabbing Cram by the head and throwing him into the side of the ring. Cram turns but still lands hardback first against the apron.
Cram staggers forward holding his back, and into the arms of Blade. Blade attempts to lift Cram for a bodyslam, but can’t get the massive Samoan up. Blade releases his hold, and holds his back in pain. This allows Cram to regroup as he grabs Blade and delivers a double underhook suplex, sending Blade crashing back first into the apron. Blade hits the edge of the ring and falls to the mat on his head. *
Markson: OH MY GOSH! Devastating suplex there from Cram.
Napier: Cram threw John Blade like he would throw a vegetable off his plate.
*Cram grabs Blade and rolls Blade into the ring. Cram then climbs up the ring steps and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle looking for Bone Crusher (superfly splash), but as Cram begins to get to the top rope “Make you mine” by Madison Beer hits over the PA, causing the crowd to pop huge. Cram looks down the entranceway to see Kaitlyn Fletcher springing down the aisle.*
Markson: HERE COMES KAITLYN FLETCHER!!!
Napier: So? It’s not like that little flea is going to make a difference in this match.
Markson: She’s already distracted Cram.
*With Cram distracted on the top rope looking at Fletcher, Blade has been able to get to his feet. Blade charges into the corner catching Cram with a jumping uppercut on the turnbuckles. Cram is stunned, and Blade reaches up grabbing Cram and sending him flying off the top rope with a rocket launcher. Cram hits in the ring corner shaking the whole ring, and with impact so great it almost sends Ref Dizzy Dan bouncing out of the ring.
The impact even staggers Blade, and he stumbles into the corner. Blade pulls himself out of the corner just as Fletcher slides into the ring. Blade goes for a big right hook, but Fletcher ducks. Blade spins around right into a Roundhouse Kickfrom Fletcher. Blade is rocked and staggers toward the middle of the ring. Fletcher charges forward and nails Blade with a dropkick that drops him to the mat. Fletcher rolls to her feet, charges to the ropes, jumps onto them, and comes off with a Springboard Leg drop onto Blade. Fletcher rolls over for a cover. *
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Cram breaks it up.
Markson: Kaitlyn Fletcher came in like a house of fire, but Cram just stopped that pin attempt with a big elbow drop.
Napier: That elbow crushed Fletcher and Blade under her.
*Cram gets to his feet, pulling Fletcher up as he does. Cram whips Fletcher hard into the corner. Cram charges in with a running splash in the corner that flattens Fletcher, and she falls to a seated position in the corner. Cram backs up to the middle of the ring and then charges in again nailing the seated Fletcher with a running hip attack in the corner.
Cram walks forward looking cocky as he sees Blade pushing himself to his feet. Cram grabs Blade by the head to pull him up, but when he does Blade throws Cram’s hands off of him and springs to his feet. Blade begins blasting Cram with right hands. Five hard rights drive Cram back to the ropes. Blade grabs Cram and goes to whip him off the ropes, but Cram reverses. Blade hits the ropes and as he comes back leaps with a flying tack into the massive Cram, but Blade hits him and falls to the mat. *
Markson: John Blade just ran into the human mountain named Cram.
Napier: Put some respect on that name, it’s CRAM!!!
*Cram looks down at Blade, laughs, and then drops a big leg drop on Blade. Cram rolls to his feet and looks over to see Fletcher pulling herself to her feet. Cram smirks and charges at her again. This time Fletcher pulls herself out of the corner and Cram hits the turnbuckles hard. Cram staggers back and Fletcher tries hooking him for a German Suplex, but can’t even get her arms around his waist.
Cram throws a back elbow to the head of Fletcher that staggers her backward. Cram turns and goes for a hard clothesline, but Fletcher ducks. Cram turns around into a standing sidekick to the stomach from Fletcher that doubles him over. Fletcher then nails Cram with a roundhouse kick to the head that dazes him. Fletcher runs past Cram, jumping and catching him by the head for a Jumping Neckbreaker. *
Markson: Kaitlyn Fletcher has taken the big man down.
Napier: But can she keep him down?
*Fletcher crawls ontop of Cram for a pin.
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Cram kicks out, pressing Fletcher off of him, but Fletcher lands on her feet as she flies through the air. Fletcher lands on her feet and immediately jumps up and comes down with a double foot stomp onto Cram. Fletcher rolls to hr feet looking for a standing moonsalt, but as she turns her bakc to Cram, Blade is there catching her with a flying tackle that drops her to the mat.
Blade rolls to his feet as Fletcher staggers to hers, and as soon as Fletcher is up Blade drops her with another flying tackle. Blade leans down her, waves his hand in front of his face and says, “YOU CAN’T SEE ME!”. After the taunt, Blade runs to one side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and then runs to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off those ropes as well to gain momentum. Blade stops near his opponent, then bends down slightly and mimics brushing his shoulder. He then drops down to one knee while extending his right arm out, delivering a fist drop directly to Fletcher’s forehead gaining a big pop from the crowd. *
Markson: Listen to this crowd.
Napier: You mean listen to these Thunderamorons.
*Blade pulls Fletcher up by the head and lifts her onto his shoulders for the Attitude Adjuster. As Blade turns with Fletcher on his shoulders he turns right into a spinning back elbow from Cram. Blade drops Fletcher as he falls backward into the corner.
Cram charges into the corner at Blade, but as he does Blade hops to the middle rope and jumps off catching Cram with a Hurriconrana. The rana sends Cram falling into the ropes where he lands throat-first across the middle rope. Blade is up and charging off the opposite ropes coming back with “the area code” kick through the ropes to Cram. *
Markson: John Blade taking a move from his friend El Landerson there.
Napier: Call that the 617.
*Cram staggers to his feet after the kick and as he does Blade is there waiting. Blade moves in, scooping down and lifting Cram up onto his shoulders. The lift is slow, but Blade gets Cram onto his shoulders for a roaring audience as they cheer the feat of strength. Blade delivers the Attitude Adjust (modified DVD) dropping Cram to the mat.
The crowd is cheering like crazy as Blade comes to his knees holding his back. Blade begins to stand, but before he gets to his feet Fletcher catches him from behind in the Winter’s Light [Lotus Lock]. Blade tries to fight it off, but Fletcher has her hands locked tight and her legs wrapped around the waist of Blade. Blade has no choice and is forced to tap out. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… THE DARK WITCH, KAITLYYYYYNNN FLEEEEEETTTCHEEEEEERRRRR!!!
Markson: I did not see that coming.
Napier: John Blade probably blew his back out lifting Cram, which made him easy pickings for Kaitlyn Fletcher.
Markson: Kaitlyn Fletcher might be a rooking in this sport, but she certainly has a bright future ahead of her.
*The shot focuses on Kaitlyn Fletcher getting her hand raised in victory by Ref Dizzy Dan before fading to black. *
*The scene returns to a video package. *
Napier: CRAM!!!
*The shot cuts to John Blade being thrown down the entranceway like Jazzy Jeff getting thrown out of the mansion by Uncle Phil. Cram steps out from the entranceway pulling his vest off as he does. Blade tries pushing himself to his feet, but as he does Cram charges with a running tackle that sends Blade rolling down the entranceway. *
Markson: Cram must have attacked John Blade from behind backstage.
Napier: DUH! Obviously.
Markson: I was being rhetorical.
*Cram marches down the entranceway as Blade works to get to his feet. As Blade begins to get up Cram charges with another tackle, but this time Blade sidesteps, grabbing Cram by the head and throwing him into the side of the ring. Cram turns but still lands hardback first against the apron.
Cram staggers forward holding his back, and into the arms of Blade. Blade attempts to lift Cram for a bodyslam, but can’t get the massive Samoan up. Blade releases his hold, and holds his back in pain. This allows Cram to regroup as he grabs Blade and delivers a double underhook suplex, sending Blade crashing back first into the apron. Blade hits the edge of the ring and falls to the mat on his head. *
Markson: OH MY GOSH! Devastating suplex there from Cram.
Napier: Cram threw John Blade like he would throw a vegetable off his plate.
*Cram grabs Blade and rolls Blade into the ring. Cram then climbs up the ring steps and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle looking for Bone Crusher (superfly splash), but as Cram begins to get to the top rope “Make you mine” by Madison Beer hits over the PA, causing the crowd to pop huge. Cram looks down the entranceway to see Kaitlyn Fletcher springing down the aisle.*
Markson: HERE COMES KAITLYN FLETCHER!!!
Napier: So? It’s not like that little flea is going to make a difference in this match.
Markson: She’s already distracted Cram.
*With Cram distracted on the top rope looking at Fletcher, Blade has been able to get to his feet. Blade charges into the corner catching Cram with a jumping uppercut on the turnbuckles. Cram is stunned, and Blade reaches up grabbing Cram and sending him flying off the top rope with a rocket launcher. Cram hits in the ring corner shaking the whole ring, and with impact so great it almost sends Ref Dizzy Dan bouncing out of the ring.
The impact even staggers Blade, and he stumbles into the corner. Blade pulls himself out of the corner just as Fletcher slides into the ring. Blade goes for a big right hook, but Fletcher ducks. Blade spins around right into a Roundhouse Kickfrom Fletcher. Blade is rocked and staggers toward the middle of the ring. Fletcher charges forward and nails Blade with a dropkick that drops him to the mat. Fletcher rolls to her feet, charges to the ropes, jumps onto them, and comes off with a Springboard Leg drop onto Blade. Fletcher rolls over for a cover. *
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Cram breaks it up.
Markson: Kaitlyn Fletcher came in like a house of fire, but Cram just stopped that pin attempt with a big elbow drop.
Napier: That elbow crushed Fletcher and Blade under her.
*Cram gets to his feet, pulling Fletcher up as he does. Cram whips Fletcher hard into the corner. Cram charges in with a running splash in the corner that flattens Fletcher, and she falls to a seated position in the corner. Cram backs up to the middle of the ring and then charges in again nailing the seated Fletcher with a running hip attack in the corner.
Cram walks forward looking cocky as he sees Blade pushing himself to his feet. Cram grabs Blade by the head to pull him up, but when he does Blade throws Cram’s hands off of him and springs to his feet. Blade begins blasting Cram with right hands. Five hard rights drive Cram back to the ropes. Blade grabs Cram and goes to whip him off the ropes, but Cram reverses. Blade hits the ropes and as he comes back leaps with a flying tack into the massive Cram, but Blade hits him and falls to the mat. *
Markson: John Blade just ran into the human mountain named Cram.
Napier: Put some respect on that name, it’s CRAM!!!
*Cram looks down at Blade, laughs, and then drops a big leg drop on Blade. Cram rolls to his feet and looks over to see Fletcher pulling herself to her feet. Cram smirks and charges at her again. This time Fletcher pulls herself out of the corner and Cram hits the turnbuckles hard. Cram staggers back and Fletcher tries hooking him for a German Suplex, but can’t even get her arms around his waist.
Cram throws a back elbow to the head of Fletcher that staggers her backward. Cram turns and goes for a hard clothesline, but Fletcher ducks. Cram turns around into a standing sidekick to the stomach from Fletcher that doubles him over. Fletcher then nails Cram with a roundhouse kick to the head that dazes him. Fletcher runs past Cram, jumping and catching him by the head for a Jumping Neckbreaker. *
Markson: Kaitlyn Fletcher has taken the big man down.
Napier: But can she keep him down?
*Fletcher crawls ontop of Cram for a pin.
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Cram kicks out, pressing Fletcher off of him, but Fletcher lands on her feet as she flies through the air. Fletcher lands on her feet and immediately jumps up and comes down with a double foot stomp onto Cram. Fletcher rolls to hr feet looking for a standing moonsalt, but as she turns her bakc to Cram, Blade is there catching her with a flying tackle that drops her to the mat.
Blade rolls to his feet as Fletcher staggers to hers, and as soon as Fletcher is up Blade drops her with another flying tackle. Blade leans down her, waves his hand in front of his face and says, “YOU CAN’T SEE ME!”. After the taunt, Blade runs to one side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and then runs to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off those ropes as well to gain momentum. Blade stops near his opponent, then bends down slightly and mimics brushing his shoulder. He then drops down to one knee while extending his right arm out, delivering a fist drop directly to Fletcher’s forehead gaining a big pop from the crowd. *
Markson: Listen to this crowd.
Napier: You mean listen to these Thunderamorons.
*Blade pulls Fletcher up by the head and lifts her onto his shoulders for the Attitude Adjuster. As Blade turns with Fletcher on his shoulders he turns right into a spinning back elbow from Cram. Blade drops Fletcher as he falls backward into the corner.
Cram charges into the corner at Blade, but as he does Blade hops to the middle rope and jumps off catching Cram with a Hurriconrana. The rana sends Cram falling into the ropes where he lands throat-first across the middle rope. Blade is up and charging off the opposite ropes coming back with “the area code” kick through the ropes to Cram. *
Markson: John Blade taking a move from his friend El Landerson there.
Napier: Call that the 617.
*Cram staggers to his feet after the kick and as he does Blade is there waiting. Blade moves in, scooping down and lifting Cram up onto his shoulders. The lift is slow, but Blade gets Cram onto his shoulders for a roaring audience as they cheer the feat of strength. Blade delivers the Attitude Adjust (modified DVD) dropping Cram to the mat.
The crowd is cheering like crazy as Blade comes to his knees holding his back. Blade begins to stand, but before he gets to his feet Fletcher catches him from behind in the Winter’s Light [Lotus Lock]. Blade tries to fight it off, but Fletcher has her hands locked tight and her legs wrapped around the waist of Blade. Blade has no choice and is forced to tap out. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… THE DARK WITCH, KAITLYYYYYNNN FLEEEEEETTTCHEEEEEERRRRR!!!
Markson: I did not see that coming.
Napier: John Blade probably blew his back out lifting Cram, which made him easy pickings for Kaitlyn Fletcher.
Markson: Kaitlyn Fletcher might be a rooking in this sport, but she certainly has a bright future ahead of her.
*The shot focuses on Kaitlyn Fletcher getting her hand raised in victory by Ref Dizzy Dan before fading to black. *
*The scene returns to a video package. *
*As the video ends a graphic appears on the screen. *
*The announcement fades back to the ringside commentary table. *
Napier: ARE YOU F**KING KIDDING ME!?!
Markson: LANGUAGE! And, NO! This is legit, Matt Knox has been one of the biggest stars in not just season one, but season two of Thunder Pro Wrestling, he is a TWO time S.E.X Cup champion, one-half of the FIRST Duos champions, and a former International champion.
Napier: He's also a massive pain in the butt.
Markson: And he may also become a TWO TIME Duos champion here tonight.
Napier: Doubt it.
Markson: Well, let's find out.
Steve Cotton: The following contest is for the Duos Championships, and is a TEXAS DEATH MATCH!!!
*As the soulful strumming of “Mercy” by JJ Wilde hits the speakers, the houselights dull down as the stage begins flashing between a crimson red and a deep, soulful blue. As the verse begins, the duo of Matt Knox and Amber Ryan step out. Amber makes a beeline to the ring at a deliberate pace while Matthew walks ahead of her, slapping outstretched hands. As they get into the ring, Knox leans over the ropes to hype the fans further. He returns to Amber, attempting to discuss strategy only to have her step out onto the apron. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challengers. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 376ls, they are the winners of the first ever S.E.X Cup tournament, the first ever TPW Duos champions, and are the 2024 S.E.X Cup Champions. The team of former International champion Matt Knox and Amber Bane-Ryan, this is NEVER//MOOOOORRREEEEE!!!
*Strobe lights begin to flash as "Your Savior" by Temple of the Dog starts playing. As the chuggy main riff of the song starts the Rogues’ Gallery: Jeremy The Wicked, Superunknown, emerge onto the stage from behind the curtain. Jeremy The Wicked and Superuknown and survey the crowd, the Duos belts are proudly displayed hanging over their shoulders. They toss their arms triumphantly into the air before they head to the ring ready to defend their titles one last time. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, weighing in at the total combined weight 465lbs, they are the current REIGNING AND DEFENDING, TPW DUOS CHAMPIONS! The team of Jeremy The Wicked and Superunkown, this is ROUGE’S GAAAALLLLLEEERRRRRYYYY!!!
Markson: A heated match, with no love loss between either team.
Napier: In layman's terms, they hate each other.
DING! DING! DING!
*Superunknown and Matt Knox circle each other, the crowd's excitement building. Superunknown charges first with a Clothesline from Hell, but Matt ducks and counters with a sharp Roundhouse Kick, catching Superunknown off guard. Matt follows up with a series of precision strikes: an Axe Kick to the shoulder, a Pump Kick to the midsection, and an Inside Crescent Kick to the jaw, staggering the big man.
Superunknown shakes it off and roars, charging again. This time, he catches Matt with a powerful Bodyslam, driving him hard into the mat. He lifts Matt for a Gutwrench Powerbomb, but Matt wriggles free mid-air, landing behind Superunknown and hitting a Snap German Suplex. The impact rattles the ring, and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for the explosive action.*
Markson: Matt Knox with an impressive German suplex on the big man.
Napier: I can't wait until Superunknown puts Matt Knox down... FOR GOOD!
*Matt tags in Amber Ryan. She leaps into the ring with a flying knee strike to Superunknown, followed by a rapid series of elbows and kicks. Amber uses her MMA background to keep Superunknown off balance, delivering a Muay Thai Plum and knee combination, finishing with a spinning elbow strike that sends Superunknown reeling.
Superunknown tags in Jeremy The Wicked, who rushes at Amber with a Spear, but she sidesteps, causing him to crash into the turnbuckle. Amber takes advantage with a rapid-fire combination of knees and a spinning backfist. Jeremy, dazed, stumbles out of the corner into Amber’s clutches, where she locks in a Guillotine Choke. Jeremy struggles but manages to lift her and break the hold with a Gourdbuster.*
Markson: Amber is definitley looking for revenge on Jeremy The Wicked for the S.E.X Cup finals.
Napier: Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.
*Jeremy tags Superunknown back in. Superunknown comes back in with renewed vigor. He lifts Amber for a Chokeslam, but she counters mid-air with a flying armbar, transitioning into a triangle choke. Superunknown, using his raw power, lifts her off the mat and slams her into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. Amber crumples to the mat, the wind knocked out of her.
Amber tags in Matt, who immediately goes for a Springboard Leg Drop on Superunknown. The big man rolls out of the way just in time, causing Matt to crash hard. Superunknown lifts Matt and hits a devastating Chokeslam, but Matt kicks out at two. Frustrated, Superunknown tags Jeremy back in.
Jeremy hits a Corner Clothesline into a Running Bulldog, then sets up for his signature Rebound Clothesline. He bounces off the ropes, but Matt counters with a Discus Elbow, catching Jeremy flush on the jaw. Matt follows up with a Moonsault, but Jeremy rolls away at the last second, and Matt crashes to the mat.*
Jeremy hits a Corner Clothesline into a Running Bulldog, then sets up for his signature Rebound Clothesline. He bounces off the ropes, but Matt counters with a Discus Elbow, catching Jeremy flush on the jaw. Matt follows up with a Moonsault, but Jeremy rolls away at the last second, and Matt crashes to the mat.*
Markson: Crash and burn for the Hall of Famer.
Napier: Ugh, I can't believe Matt Knox is in the hall of fame.
*Jeremy capitalizes, lifting Matt for a Gorilla Press Powerslam, showcasing his strength. He tags Superunknown back in, who delivers a Leg Drop to Matt, covering for a two-count. Superunknown lifts Matt for another Gutwrench Powerbomb, but Matt reverses into a Sunset Flip, nearly pinning Superunknown.
Matt, exhausted, crawls to his corner and tags in Amber. She storms in, delivering a series of rapid kicks and a One-Legged Codebreaker to Jeremy, who had re-entered the ring. She then locks in a Crossface, wrenching back hard. Jeremy fights through the pain, crawling to the ropes, but Amber drags him back to the center.
Superunknown breaks the hold with a massive Yakuza Kick to Amber. The referee struggles to maintain order as all four competitors brawl in the ring. The fight spills out of the ring, with Matt and Superunknown battling near the entrance ramp. They exchange vicious blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. Matt dodges a Clothesline from Hell and counters with a high kick to Superunknown's head, dazing him.*
Markson: Superunkown got his bellrung with that kick.
Napier: He should have been wearing a helmet like Juggerknot.
*Matt and Superunknown continue to brawl up the ramp, eventually reaching the base of the "Terry-Tron." Matt, in a desperate move, climbs up the structure as Superunknown follows. The crowd watches in stunned silence as Matt reaches the top. Matt looks down, taking a deep breath as he prepares for a high-risk move.*
Markson: What is Matt Knox thinking?! This is insane!
*Matt leaps from the top of the "Terry-Tron," crashing down onto Superunknown with a high-flying crossbody. The impact is tremendous, and both men lie motionless on the ground with Matt on top of Superunkown. Ref Beard starts his ten count.
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Steve Cotton: Both Matt Knox and Superunkown HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Markson: A high risk manuver from Matt Knox eliminates Superunkown, but he has also taken himself out of the match.
Napier: What an idiot Matt Knox is.
*Medical personnel rush to the scene, and beging to look both contestants over before stretchering them out.
Back in the ring, Amber and Jeremy are the final two competitors. Amber delivers a series of Muay Thai knees and elbows, trying to wear down Jeremy. Jeremy fights back with a Rebound Clothesline, knocking Amber to the mat. He follows up with a Gourdbuster, further weakening her.
Amber, resilient and tough, gets back to her feet and delivers a vicious Roundhouse Kick, followed by a One-Legged Codebreaker, sending Jeremy reeling. Amber sets up a table in the corner of the ring, intending to finish Jeremy off. She goes for a running knee strike, but Jeremy dodges at the last second.
Jeremy, with a burst of energy goes for a spear, but Amber catches him with a knee strike dropping him to his knees. Amber hooks him for Originl Sin (Double underhook kick-out DDT), but stops and looks back at the table. Amber releases JTW and moves to the corner where she pulls something from under the ring. *
Markson: What is Amber doing?
Napier: Nothing good.
*Amber begins spraying a liquid on the table, emptying the entire bottle on the table. Amber then pulls out a lighter and ignites the flaming table. Amber turns back to Jeremy, grabbing him and preparing to whip him towards the table, but Jeremy revereses and then spins around behind Amber. Jeremy spins Amber around, releasing her arm and spearing her through the flaming table
Both wrestlers crashing through the fiery wreckage. The crowd erupts in a mix of awe and horror. *
Markson: HOLY GUCAMOLIE!!!
Napier: HOLT TOLEDO!!!
Crowd: HOLY SH!T! HOLY SH!T! HOLY SH!T!
*Neither wrestler is moving as they both lay in the smoldering rubble of the broken table. Ref Beard begins his count. *
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*Jeremy grabs the ropes and begins trying to pull himself up. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, and still Duos Champions, ROOOOGGGUUUEEESSSSS GAAAAALLLLLLLLEEEERRRRYYYY!!!
*Jeremy The Wicked is handed the championship belts as he stands triumphantly over the fallen Amber Ryan. The crowd, despite the brutal nature of the match, gives a standing ovation for the incredible display of endurance and skill from all competitors. The camera fades out with Jeremy The Wicked holding both belts high, standing amidst the chaos and destruction,. The sot focuses on JTW holding the championships overhead as the scene fades. *
*The Terry-Tron lights up with an explanation of the rules for the following contest. *
This makes sense to you guys: *The rules for this one are simple, wrestlers must open at least five boxes and use the items inside each box as weapons against their opponent. Only then can a pin be attempted, anywhere in the arena as falls count anywhere.
Steve Cotton: The following is the“Now That's What I Call A Mystery Box” Match… Vol. 3!
*The crowd cheers loudly.*
Markson: Ooooh a special gift?! What do you think it is?!
Napier: Maybe a book on how to pull your weight and be a better tag team partner.
*The crowd cheers loudly, taking in all the boxes surrounding the ring, the rampway, the four atop each ring post plus the big one hanging from the rafters that you’ll definitely need a ladder to get down or open. They are all painted in bright colors, each having names of band’s with their ‘sometimes’ one-hit-wonders that were part of those albums. *
Markson: I’m going to love this match Naps, I had soooo many of these CDs growing up!
Napier: Don’t you mean cassettes with your old ass? Hell, you maybe even had 8 tracks!
Markson: You’re twice my age!
*The crowd’s attention is taken away from them as the lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.*
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God!!!”
*As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making his way to the ring hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighs 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!
“Cover your ears and shut your eyes
'Cause what I'm about to say is gonna ruin your night
This is a call-out, and I'm not scared to drop some names
You've dug your grave, and you have no one but yourself to blame
I see the world in black and white
Because true color always fades under the right lights”
*Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.*
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
And when he has you by your neck
I hope you choke on every Fuding word you said”
*Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back in disturbing calm.Darkness quickly sweeps across the arena again, 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.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, from Birmingham, UK, aka the Gladiatrix! Weighing in at 145 lbs. and standing 5’8” tall… One half of the team known as Lights Out… Alessia Angelo!
*The background sounds cut out, just for a second or two of silence, turning everyone’s heads towards the stage. Anticipation stretches out in the quiet. Almost silently, two men enter - head-to-toe in gleaming brass armour over tough leather. Each carries a horn, curling around over their shoulders, the Roman cornu, icon of the military.
Formal, focused, they take up their positions at the top of the ramp. They allow the silence to stretch on for a moment longer… and then sound the salute. A blazing firework shoots from the stage, and the backdrop parts. And out from the darkness come a pair of white horses, pulling a dark metal chariot, arriving to a roar of cheers from the crowd.
On the back are two figures. Holding the reins, head to toe in curling blue woad warpaint, a dagger by her side, leather armour covering the bandages that still wrap around her chest, is Ava Arthur. Behind her, arms aloft, acknowledging the cheers of the TPW faithful, is Alessia Angelo - armoured like a gladiator, her eyes burning with passion under the heavy bronze helmet.
The chariot rolls forwards, underscored by a fanfare, until it stops, centre-stage. Ceremonially, Ava wraps the reigns around the front of the metal frame and steps out, holding up a hand to guide Alessia down. The partners stand at the top of the ramp, Alessia’s eyes fixed on the ring as Ava unbuckles her armour, setting it aside to reveal her usual ring gear underneath. Finally, the partners embrace to a cheer…
Then, loud and clear, Alessia’s music hits, and Ava claps her on the back as Alessia springs forward, roaring, pumping her fists. She strides down the ramp, gesturing the crowd for more noise, more passion, whipping them to a fever pitch as she reaches the bottom, climbs the stairs, and pauses again for a moment, turning out to receive the adulation of the crowd. One last moment of celebration… then it’s time to focus, as she turns back to the ring, all business now. Time to put on a show. *
Markson: Both of these wrestlers are looking back to their winning ways, who do you think has a better chance to bounce and get a big pay-per-view win?
Napier: Hard to go against Riddle, he is the ring veteran with all the accolades, Alessia is the weak link and continues to prove this week after week. She has no chance.
*The bell rings. *
Markson: Plenty of boxes around the ring, who knows what’s inside them, but you better believe if they want to win this match, they better go for them quickly to get the advantage.
Napier: Well they have to, at least 5! But look, I know it’s 1996 and the first Hunger Games book is yet to be written, but this is exactly what that reminds me of. Forget going after your opponent, start opening boxes and get yourself a nice weapon!
*Riddle goes up to Angelo, going for a tie-up but she quickly turns around and tries to get out of the ring to go for a box! He manages to catch her by her hair however as she reaches the ropes and then pulls her back in only to knee her in the midsection. As she doubles over in pain he hooks her for a suplex and lifts her up with ease, but she breaks free falling behind him then jumping back up and nailing him with a perfect drop kick to the back of the head. He stumbles towards a corner, hitting the turnbuckle hard. He notices the box right in front of him and he goes to grab it, but Alessia sees him and is right on him, pulling him out of the corner, turning him around and hitting him with a stiff forearm shot. She then whips him towards the ropes, but he reverses it, using his power and size advantage. She bounces off and he goes for a clothesline but she ducks it, keeps running, and then bounces off the other side. Cyrus turns and she goes for a cross body block, but he catches her, spins her around and delivers a back breaker into his right knee! Cyrus mounts Alessia and hits her with some stiff fists, knowing he can get away with them in this match. He then gets to his feet and stomps her a few times before turning his attention to one of the boxes in the corner.. *
Markson: Alessia thought it was Christmas and wanted to start opening boxes but Riddle had other ideas.
Napier: and that’s why he’s the veteran and she’ll always be Ava’s side kick.
Markson: Enough already!
*He walks over and reaches for it, grabbing it but just as he is about to open it, Angelo surprises him from behind with a forearm shot. She turns him around but only for him to rake the eyes! Alessia stumbles backwards and Riddle grabs her and tosses her to the outside. Alessia lands hard, sending boxes all over the place. Riddle goes out himself and then notices one of the boxes partially open, he reaches for it, opens it and pulls out… 1996 signed Hanson poster! Riddle rolls his eyes as the crowd nearby begins laughing and soon the rest of the audience does as well once the image goes up on the Terry-tron. A pissed off riddle rips the poster apart causing the fans to boo loudly and he goes for another box, rips it open and inside he finds a gold medal for the 1996 women’s soccer team. Again he seems upset but then thinks on it, and wraps it around his fist so the medal lines up perfectly with his knuckles. As Alessia starts to get to her feet, and turns towards Riddle he clocks her right on the face with it! Alessia stumbles onto the announcer’s table and Riddle follows her, connecting with another hard shot, and another! Alessia falls to the floor and Riddle raises the gold medal up, now stained with Alessia’s blood!*
Markson: and just like that, Riddle not only takes the lead in the box opening, but also in drawing first blood!
Napier: To be fair, it doesn’t take much to make Angelo bleed… I hear she does it monthly…
Markson: Would you please stop?!
*Cyrus tosses the medal to the side and then grabs another box, opens it and it’s full of Backstreet Boys “As Long as You Love” me dolls. Riddle grabs the box full and punts it at the crowd who happily fight for all the vintage dolls, well, one day they’ll be. He grabs another box and he finds a tickle-me Elmo! The crowd goes “awww” but then they go “ARGH!!” as he rips Elmo’s head off and then tosses both pieces to the side. He goes to grab another box when Alessia surprises him, jumping on his back and wrapping a cable of a Playstation 1 controller around his neck! Apparently while he was opening a box, she was opening one herself and she found a PS1. Riddle tries to pull the cable off his neck but can’t, so he desperately reaches behind him, trying to get Alessia off his back but she’s stuck on him like a leech. He does the next best thing, walking backwards and ramming her against the ring post, but Alessia doesn’t let go! He does it a few more times and the choke hold is finally broken. Cyrus drops to one knee, gasping for air, but Alessia doesn’t give him a break as she bashes the PS1 console against the back of his head! She lets out a loud scream as she wipes the blood from her face and then picks up Riddle, hooks him for a DDT and delivers it on the floor. The crowd cheers loudly. *
Markson: I remember buying that tickle-me Elmo for my niece, she absolutely loved that thing.
Napier: Oh yeah? And did you buy the BSB dolls for yourself? Admit it! You were playing with dolls!
Markson: They’re action figures!
*Alessia goes inside the ring now and grabs one of the boxes in the corner, and promptly opens it. Inside she finds a cheese grater and while an underwhelming find, she shrugs and heads back to the outside. As she climbs out the ropes and stands on the apron, she waits for Riddle who is getting up and then jumps off, nailing him in the forehead with the grader. Riddle stumbles onto the announcer table and Angelo nails him a second time, causing him to lay on top of the table. Alessia now jumps on him and begins to grind the grader on his forehead! Riddle struggles madly while the announcers are forced to look away and Markson appears to be gagging. Riddle finally manages to flip Alessia off him, but the damage has been done and his forehead is a bloody mess. He hops down from the table, stumbling away, checking his forehead and losing his mind upon seeing the blood on his face. He turns to face Alessia and charges her but she surprises him with a drop toe hold. She then quickly grabs a box that’s behind Napier and promptly opens it, revealing a “Now That’s What I Call Music” CD, featuring “Barbie Girl” by Aqua. Alessia clearly says “WTF?” as she sees the box is also full of naked barbies and then looks at Napier who is offended she’s looking at him. *
Markson: and you were talking about my BSB action figures… at least mine still had their clothes on sicko!
Napier: I- what, those aren’t mine! I uh, I uh.. Someone is playing a sick joke and.. And… It’s not funny! They aren’t mine, I swear!
*She flips the box over, dumping all the barbies on Napier’s head and he is red in the face. Alessia walks behind and around, going for a table by the time keeper’s table when Riddle blindsides her with a back elbow that drops her to one knee. He quickly opens the box she was going to open and she finds inside the ring bell! He smiles as he places it on the floor and then grabs Alessia but she surprises him with a European uppercut! He then nails her with a forearm and she returns it with another uppercut. Back and forth they go and the crowd goes wild, loving both TPW superstars giving it their all outside the ring. Riddle manages to get the upper-hand again with another knee to the mid-section. As Alessia doubles over, he hooks her between his legs and lifts her up for a power-bomb, no, she breaks free on the flip, landing on her feet in front of him and then connects with another European uppercut! She then hooks him for a suplex, she gets him up, no, blocked by Riddle who overpowers her, gets her up and drops her with a brainbuster right on the ring bell! There is no ring, but just a sickening thud as her skull is crushed! Referee Villano 6 appears out of nowhere, letting Riddle know that’s five boxes opened, and so he can now pin Alessia, which he promptly does! *
One!
Two!!
Kick out!
Markson: Riddle continues his streak of first in this match, attempting the first pin of the match but Alessia still has plenty left.
Napier: Plenty? She barely kicked out after 2! Riddle has this in the bag.
*Riddle gets to his feet and then brings Alessia to his before tossing her inside the ring. He then goes in himself, and then looks at the three boxes in the corners of the ring before noticing the big box hanging above the ring. He gets a disturbing smile on his face and with Alessia down, he quickly goes outside the ring, looks under it and takes out a ladder! The crowd cheers loudly, but he clearly didn’t do it for them. He slides the chair inside and then goes inside himself, gets to his feet, picks up the ladder and begins to set it up right underneath the big box. Alessia starts to come around and Riddle notice this and as she gets to all fours, he pulls her up by her hair and whips her to the ropes. Alessia reverses it however, and Riddle bounces off, she goes for a clothesline but Riddle ducks it, hits the break, spins around and delivers a vicious lariat to the back of the head! He calls that trademark move Daydreamer and Alessia is clearly dreaming right now. He gets to his feet, looks at the ladder and at the box above, but decides to save that for later and instead goes for another box on the turnbuckle. He grabs it, opens it and is smacked right on the face by a recoiling wet pool noodle! The crowd laughs loudly as Riddle stumbles backwards holding his face, and more specifically his eye, in pain. *
Napier: Seriously, a pool noodle?! Who comes up with this crap!
Markson: A sick individual with a great sense of humor of course! I mean think how hard it was to roll up that noodle inside that square box and close it just enough that it doesn’t pop up until someone opens the box. It’s genius, and has given the time Alessia needed to get back into this match!
*Riddle finally gets his sight back and sees Alessia using the ladder to pull herself up. He shakes his head and mouths the word “no” as he goes after her, turning her around and lifting her into a fireman’s carry, clearly going for his other trademark, Enigma ‘05. He flips her but she manages to break free and lands on her feet, then she kicks back, nailing him right under the jaw with a super kick! Riddle doesn’t go down, but stumbles backwards into a corner where a box remains. Alessia charges at him, jumps onto him and then sends him flying out of the corner with a monkey flip, right onto the ladder! Alessia then gets to her feet, opens the box and takes out… The Chicago Bulls 1996 Trophy! Likely a replica but still a solid object that she now takes and waits for Riddle to get up… Once he does, he’s stumbling around, but as he turns to Alessia, she clocks him right between the eyes with it! Riddle is down and out and once again blood is flowing down his face. Angelo goes for a pin but the ref tells her that she’s only opened 3 boxes. Alessia rolls her eyes, which is kind of hard with all the dried up blood around them. She goes to the last box remaining, opens it and she takes out… a book? “100 ways to define the word IS” by Bill Clinton. She shakes her head and simply tosses the book over her shoulder. *
Markson: Hey that may be a good read!
Napier: Oh please, you will never have to explain to anyone about having sex with a woman, because you never will!
*Alessia turns her attention to the ladder now and the big box hanging above it, she smiles now, and then begins to climb the ladder slowly! Riddle starts to come around, wiping the blood off his face and sees Alessia making her way up the ladder. He sits up, then uses the ropes to pull himself up, and as Alessia is half way up, he stumbles towards the ladder and begins to climb the other side himself. The crowd all get to their feet, expecting something big here. Alessia is on the second to last run, reaching for the box but realizing it is much bigger than the rest, and there is actually a rope hanging from it. She begins to wonder if she should open it when Riddle catches up to her, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face against the top rung! He then climbs another step and reaches for the rope, but doesn’t quite grab it and now Alessia is vertical again, reaching for the rope herself. Riddle nails her with a right hand, but she answers with a forearm shot. They start going back and forth again and the ladder begins to rock back and forth… The crowd hold their breath as it could give at any moment, and both wrestlers realizing this, both make a last ditch effort for the ropes grabbing it as the ladder topples over! The crowd gasps as both wrestlers are hanging from the rope, which is surprisingly strong… until it isn’t, as its purpose becomes clear: to open the box from the bottom like a Mexican pinata! *
Markson: Oh my God!
Napier: Holy Poop!
*Holy Poop indeed as the contents of the box pour down and both go falling down hard to the mat, landing on not thumbtacks if that’s what you were guessing, worst: Lego! They roll from left and right in pain as legos continue to fall from the box, making it hard to believe that all those pieces were inside that box. Once it finishes, the ring is more than half covered in lego pieces of all colors. Both Alessia and Cyrus get to their feet with pieces of lego of all sizes are stuck to their knees, elbows and back. Riddle charges at Alessia but he slips on, twisting his ankle and Alessia capitalizes on this, getting behind Riddle and dead-lifting him into a German suplex with a bridge! The ref double checks that Alessia has opened five boxes and then proceeds to make the count! *
One!
Two!!
Th… kick out!!!
Markson: Oh my, I thought Alessia had Riddle there! Can you imagine falling some 10 feet into a bed of lego?! I mean stepping on one hurts like a son of a bitch, but all of those? Man.
Napier: Geez, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? But yes, as much as I hate to agree with you, that looked painful as heck.
*Both wrestlers are down, as the suplex hurt Alessia as well, but the crowd begins to clap and that seems to revitalize Angelo, who starts to stir and uses the ropes to pull herself up. She then looks around at the lego mess around her and then looks for more boxes, and notices that a table has 3 boxes sitting on top of them, perfectly lined up. “Too easy” she mouths off as he goes to get out of the ring to grab one, but she is stopped by Riddle who is once again up and nails her with a stiff headbutt! She stumbles backwards, falling through the ropes and laying on the apron. Riddle notices the three boxes as well and steps out of the ring into the apron. He doesn’t go for the boxes however, he has other intentions in mind as he picks up Angelo and then hooks her between her legs! The crowd once again jump to their feet, expecting the big finish likely. He then lifts her up for a power-bomb, no! She blocks it, dropping to one knee. He rains down forearms on her back to weaken her, and then tries again. He gets her up half way, but again she fights him off and then tries to back body drop him instead! He uses the ropes however to keep his position and Alessia’s back gives out, falling to her knees again. Riddle, feeling this is it, goes for the power-bomb for the third time, and he manages to get her up all the way this time! He turns towards the table but then Alessia proceeds to bite him in his forehead! Riddle swings his arms wildly and then Alessia flips backwards, delivering a release Hurricanrana! Riddle goes flying right onto the boxes and a huge explosion goes off! *
Markson: Good Lord, those boxes were rigged! Or at least one of them was, doesn’t matter, what an explosion!
Napier: Look at the fans at ringside, they are stunned, they weren’t expecting that and I don’t think Riddle was either! Where is he?! I can’t even see him thanks to all that smoke! We need some help out here!
*Villano 16 waves his arms like crazy trying to clear the smoke and then checks, we assume on Riddle. Alessia’s eyes are wide open, but she has a smile on her face, which makes her look crazed thanks to the crimson mask she’s sporting. She crawls over to Riddle and drags him away from the debris and then proceeds to pin him! Villano swings around and gets down to make the count! *
One!
Two!!
THREE!
*The bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ALESSIA ANGELO!!!
*Alessia gets to her feet and the ref raises her arm in victory, and the crowd cheer loudly after a great performance. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo did it, and in a way she is not a fan of! She doesn’t like high flying moves! She doesn’t see the point in them, she doesn’t think it’s worth wasting energy on them, but tonight, in this big pay-per-view match, it has paid off!
Napier: I cannot believe this, complete and utter bull Poop! She rigged those boxes!
Markson: How could she have rigged those? Come on now. She earned tonights win all on her own.
Napier: Pfft, whatever, what is the special gift by the way?
*The time keeper hands her another box, much smaller this time. She opens it, and pulls out a sealed copy of the very first “Now That’s What I Call Music” CD, the very first American version, which came out in 1999… “That’s 3 years in the future, but whatever” she says as she shrugs and then lifts it like a newly won trophy and the crowd cheers loudly once again as we fade to another video. *
*The crowd cheers loudly.*
Markson: Ooooh a special gift?! What do you think it is?!
Napier: Maybe a book on how to pull your weight and be a better tag team partner.
*The crowd cheers loudly, taking in all the boxes surrounding the ring, the rampway, the four atop each ring post plus the big one hanging from the rafters that you’ll definitely need a ladder to get down or open. They are all painted in bright colors, each having names of band’s with their ‘sometimes’ one-hit-wonders that were part of those albums. *
Markson: I’m going to love this match Naps, I had soooo many of these CDs growing up!
Napier: Don’t you mean cassettes with your old ass? Hell, you maybe even had 8 tracks!
Markson: You’re twice my age!
*The crowd’s attention is taken away from them as the lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.*
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God!!!”
*As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making his way to the ring hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighs 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!
“Cover your ears and shut your eyes
'Cause what I'm about to say is gonna ruin your night
This is a call-out, and I'm not scared to drop some names
You've dug your grave, and you have no one but yourself to blame
I see the world in black and white
Because true color always fades under the right lights”
*Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.*
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
And when he has you by your neck
I hope you choke on every Fuding word you said”
*Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back in disturbing calm.Darkness quickly sweeps across the arena again, 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.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, from Birmingham, UK, aka the Gladiatrix! Weighing in at 145 lbs. and standing 5’8” tall… One half of the team known as Lights Out… Alessia Angelo!
*The background sounds cut out, just for a second or two of silence, turning everyone’s heads towards the stage. Anticipation stretches out in the quiet. Almost silently, two men enter - head-to-toe in gleaming brass armour over tough leather. Each carries a horn, curling around over their shoulders, the Roman cornu, icon of the military.
Formal, focused, they take up their positions at the top of the ramp. They allow the silence to stretch on for a moment longer… and then sound the salute. A blazing firework shoots from the stage, and the backdrop parts. And out from the darkness come a pair of white horses, pulling a dark metal chariot, arriving to a roar of cheers from the crowd.
On the back are two figures. Holding the reins, head to toe in curling blue woad warpaint, a dagger by her side, leather armour covering the bandages that still wrap around her chest, is Ava Arthur. Behind her, arms aloft, acknowledging the cheers of the TPW faithful, is Alessia Angelo - armoured like a gladiator, her eyes burning with passion under the heavy bronze helmet.
The chariot rolls forwards, underscored by a fanfare, until it stops, centre-stage. Ceremonially, Ava wraps the reigns around the front of the metal frame and steps out, holding up a hand to guide Alessia down. The partners stand at the top of the ramp, Alessia’s eyes fixed on the ring as Ava unbuckles her armour, setting it aside to reveal her usual ring gear underneath. Finally, the partners embrace to a cheer…
Then, loud and clear, Alessia’s music hits, and Ava claps her on the back as Alessia springs forward, roaring, pumping her fists. She strides down the ramp, gesturing the crowd for more noise, more passion, whipping them to a fever pitch as she reaches the bottom, climbs the stairs, and pauses again for a moment, turning out to receive the adulation of the crowd. One last moment of celebration… then it’s time to focus, as she turns back to the ring, all business now. Time to put on a show. *
Markson: Both of these wrestlers are looking back to their winning ways, who do you think has a better chance to bounce and get a big pay-per-view win?
Napier: Hard to go against Riddle, he is the ring veteran with all the accolades, Alessia is the weak link and continues to prove this week after week. She has no chance.
*The bell rings. *
Markson: Plenty of boxes around the ring, who knows what’s inside them, but you better believe if they want to win this match, they better go for them quickly to get the advantage.
Napier: Well they have to, at least 5! But look, I know it’s 1996 and the first Hunger Games book is yet to be written, but this is exactly what that reminds me of. Forget going after your opponent, start opening boxes and get yourself a nice weapon!
*Riddle goes up to Angelo, going for a tie-up but she quickly turns around and tries to get out of the ring to go for a box! He manages to catch her by her hair however as she reaches the ropes and then pulls her back in only to knee her in the midsection. As she doubles over in pain he hooks her for a suplex and lifts her up with ease, but she breaks free falling behind him then jumping back up and nailing him with a perfect drop kick to the back of the head. He stumbles towards a corner, hitting the turnbuckle hard. He notices the box right in front of him and he goes to grab it, but Alessia sees him and is right on him, pulling him out of the corner, turning him around and hitting him with a stiff forearm shot. She then whips him towards the ropes, but he reverses it, using his power and size advantage. She bounces off and he goes for a clothesline but she ducks it, keeps running, and then bounces off the other side. Cyrus turns and she goes for a cross body block, but he catches her, spins her around and delivers a back breaker into his right knee! Cyrus mounts Alessia and hits her with some stiff fists, knowing he can get away with them in this match. He then gets to his feet and stomps her a few times before turning his attention to one of the boxes in the corner.. *
Markson: Alessia thought it was Christmas and wanted to start opening boxes but Riddle had other ideas.
Napier: and that’s why he’s the veteran and she’ll always be Ava’s side kick.
Markson: Enough already!
*He walks over and reaches for it, grabbing it but just as he is about to open it, Angelo surprises him from behind with a forearm shot. She turns him around but only for him to rake the eyes! Alessia stumbles backwards and Riddle grabs her and tosses her to the outside. Alessia lands hard, sending boxes all over the place. Riddle goes out himself and then notices one of the boxes partially open, he reaches for it, opens it and pulls out… 1996 signed Hanson poster! Riddle rolls his eyes as the crowd nearby begins laughing and soon the rest of the audience does as well once the image goes up on the Terry-tron. A pissed off riddle rips the poster apart causing the fans to boo loudly and he goes for another box, rips it open and inside he finds a gold medal for the 1996 women’s soccer team. Again he seems upset but then thinks on it, and wraps it around his fist so the medal lines up perfectly with his knuckles. As Alessia starts to get to her feet, and turns towards Riddle he clocks her right on the face with it! Alessia stumbles onto the announcer’s table and Riddle follows her, connecting with another hard shot, and another! Alessia falls to the floor and Riddle raises the gold medal up, now stained with Alessia’s blood!*
Markson: and just like that, Riddle not only takes the lead in the box opening, but also in drawing first blood!
Napier: To be fair, it doesn’t take much to make Angelo bleed… I hear she does it monthly…
Markson: Would you please stop?!
*Cyrus tosses the medal to the side and then grabs another box, opens it and it’s full of Backstreet Boys “As Long as You Love” me dolls. Riddle grabs the box full and punts it at the crowd who happily fight for all the vintage dolls, well, one day they’ll be. He grabs another box and he finds a tickle-me Elmo! The crowd goes “awww” but then they go “ARGH!!” as he rips Elmo’s head off and then tosses both pieces to the side. He goes to grab another box when Alessia surprises him, jumping on his back and wrapping a cable of a Playstation 1 controller around his neck! Apparently while he was opening a box, she was opening one herself and she found a PS1. Riddle tries to pull the cable off his neck but can’t, so he desperately reaches behind him, trying to get Alessia off his back but she’s stuck on him like a leech. He does the next best thing, walking backwards and ramming her against the ring post, but Alessia doesn’t let go! He does it a few more times and the choke hold is finally broken. Cyrus drops to one knee, gasping for air, but Alessia doesn’t give him a break as she bashes the PS1 console against the back of his head! She lets out a loud scream as she wipes the blood from her face and then picks up Riddle, hooks him for a DDT and delivers it on the floor. The crowd cheers loudly. *
Markson: I remember buying that tickle-me Elmo for my niece, she absolutely loved that thing.
Napier: Oh yeah? And did you buy the BSB dolls for yourself? Admit it! You were playing with dolls!
Markson: They’re action figures!
*Alessia goes inside the ring now and grabs one of the boxes in the corner, and promptly opens it. Inside she finds a cheese grater and while an underwhelming find, she shrugs and heads back to the outside. As she climbs out the ropes and stands on the apron, she waits for Riddle who is getting up and then jumps off, nailing him in the forehead with the grader. Riddle stumbles onto the announcer table and Angelo nails him a second time, causing him to lay on top of the table. Alessia now jumps on him and begins to grind the grader on his forehead! Riddle struggles madly while the announcers are forced to look away and Markson appears to be gagging. Riddle finally manages to flip Alessia off him, but the damage has been done and his forehead is a bloody mess. He hops down from the table, stumbling away, checking his forehead and losing his mind upon seeing the blood on his face. He turns to face Alessia and charges her but she surprises him with a drop toe hold. She then quickly grabs a box that’s behind Napier and promptly opens it, revealing a “Now That’s What I Call Music” CD, featuring “Barbie Girl” by Aqua. Alessia clearly says “WTF?” as she sees the box is also full of naked barbies and then looks at Napier who is offended she’s looking at him. *
Markson: and you were talking about my BSB action figures… at least mine still had their clothes on sicko!
Napier: I- what, those aren’t mine! I uh, I uh.. Someone is playing a sick joke and.. And… It’s not funny! They aren’t mine, I swear!
*She flips the box over, dumping all the barbies on Napier’s head and he is red in the face. Alessia walks behind and around, going for a table by the time keeper’s table when Riddle blindsides her with a back elbow that drops her to one knee. He quickly opens the box she was going to open and she finds inside the ring bell! He smiles as he places it on the floor and then grabs Alessia but she surprises him with a European uppercut! He then nails her with a forearm and she returns it with another uppercut. Back and forth they go and the crowd goes wild, loving both TPW superstars giving it their all outside the ring. Riddle manages to get the upper-hand again with another knee to the mid-section. As Alessia doubles over, he hooks her between his legs and lifts her up for a power-bomb, no, she breaks free on the flip, landing on her feet in front of him and then connects with another European uppercut! She then hooks him for a suplex, she gets him up, no, blocked by Riddle who overpowers her, gets her up and drops her with a brainbuster right on the ring bell! There is no ring, but just a sickening thud as her skull is crushed! Referee Villano 6 appears out of nowhere, letting Riddle know that’s five boxes opened, and so he can now pin Alessia, which he promptly does! *
One!
Two!!
Kick out!
Markson: Riddle continues his streak of first in this match, attempting the first pin of the match but Alessia still has plenty left.
Napier: Plenty? She barely kicked out after 2! Riddle has this in the bag.
*Riddle gets to his feet and then brings Alessia to his before tossing her inside the ring. He then goes in himself, and then looks at the three boxes in the corners of the ring before noticing the big box hanging above the ring. He gets a disturbing smile on his face and with Alessia down, he quickly goes outside the ring, looks under it and takes out a ladder! The crowd cheers loudly, but he clearly didn’t do it for them. He slides the chair inside and then goes inside himself, gets to his feet, picks up the ladder and begins to set it up right underneath the big box. Alessia starts to come around and Riddle notice this and as she gets to all fours, he pulls her up by her hair and whips her to the ropes. Alessia reverses it however, and Riddle bounces off, she goes for a clothesline but Riddle ducks it, hits the break, spins around and delivers a vicious lariat to the back of the head! He calls that trademark move Daydreamer and Alessia is clearly dreaming right now. He gets to his feet, looks at the ladder and at the box above, but decides to save that for later and instead goes for another box on the turnbuckle. He grabs it, opens it and is smacked right on the face by a recoiling wet pool noodle! The crowd laughs loudly as Riddle stumbles backwards holding his face, and more specifically his eye, in pain. *
Napier: Seriously, a pool noodle?! Who comes up with this crap!
Markson: A sick individual with a great sense of humor of course! I mean think how hard it was to roll up that noodle inside that square box and close it just enough that it doesn’t pop up until someone opens the box. It’s genius, and has given the time Alessia needed to get back into this match!
*Riddle finally gets his sight back and sees Alessia using the ladder to pull herself up. He shakes his head and mouths the word “no” as he goes after her, turning her around and lifting her into a fireman’s carry, clearly going for his other trademark, Enigma ‘05. He flips her but she manages to break free and lands on her feet, then she kicks back, nailing him right under the jaw with a super kick! Riddle doesn’t go down, but stumbles backwards into a corner where a box remains. Alessia charges at him, jumps onto him and then sends him flying out of the corner with a monkey flip, right onto the ladder! Alessia then gets to her feet, opens the box and takes out… The Chicago Bulls 1996 Trophy! Likely a replica but still a solid object that she now takes and waits for Riddle to get up… Once he does, he’s stumbling around, but as he turns to Alessia, she clocks him right between the eyes with it! Riddle is down and out and once again blood is flowing down his face. Angelo goes for a pin but the ref tells her that she’s only opened 3 boxes. Alessia rolls her eyes, which is kind of hard with all the dried up blood around them. She goes to the last box remaining, opens it and she takes out… a book? “100 ways to define the word IS” by Bill Clinton. She shakes her head and simply tosses the book over her shoulder. *
Markson: Hey that may be a good read!
Napier: Oh please, you will never have to explain to anyone about having sex with a woman, because you never will!
*Alessia turns her attention to the ladder now and the big box hanging above it, she smiles now, and then begins to climb the ladder slowly! Riddle starts to come around, wiping the blood off his face and sees Alessia making her way up the ladder. He sits up, then uses the ropes to pull himself up, and as Alessia is half way up, he stumbles towards the ladder and begins to climb the other side himself. The crowd all get to their feet, expecting something big here. Alessia is on the second to last run, reaching for the box but realizing it is much bigger than the rest, and there is actually a rope hanging from it. She begins to wonder if she should open it when Riddle catches up to her, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face against the top rung! He then climbs another step and reaches for the rope, but doesn’t quite grab it and now Alessia is vertical again, reaching for the rope herself. Riddle nails her with a right hand, but she answers with a forearm shot. They start going back and forth again and the ladder begins to rock back and forth… The crowd hold their breath as it could give at any moment, and both wrestlers realizing this, both make a last ditch effort for the ropes grabbing it as the ladder topples over! The crowd gasps as both wrestlers are hanging from the rope, which is surprisingly strong… until it isn’t, as its purpose becomes clear: to open the box from the bottom like a Mexican pinata! *
Markson: Oh my God!
Napier: Holy Poop!
*Holy Poop indeed as the contents of the box pour down and both go falling down hard to the mat, landing on not thumbtacks if that’s what you were guessing, worst: Lego! They roll from left and right in pain as legos continue to fall from the box, making it hard to believe that all those pieces were inside that box. Once it finishes, the ring is more than half covered in lego pieces of all colors. Both Alessia and Cyrus get to their feet with pieces of lego of all sizes are stuck to their knees, elbows and back. Riddle charges at Alessia but he slips on, twisting his ankle and Alessia capitalizes on this, getting behind Riddle and dead-lifting him into a German suplex with a bridge! The ref double checks that Alessia has opened five boxes and then proceeds to make the count! *
One!
Two!!
Th… kick out!!!
Markson: Oh my, I thought Alessia had Riddle there! Can you imagine falling some 10 feet into a bed of lego?! I mean stepping on one hurts like a son of a bitch, but all of those? Man.
Napier: Geez, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? But yes, as much as I hate to agree with you, that looked painful as heck.
*Both wrestlers are down, as the suplex hurt Alessia as well, but the crowd begins to clap and that seems to revitalize Angelo, who starts to stir and uses the ropes to pull herself up. She then looks around at the lego mess around her and then looks for more boxes, and notices that a table has 3 boxes sitting on top of them, perfectly lined up. “Too easy” she mouths off as he goes to get out of the ring to grab one, but she is stopped by Riddle who is once again up and nails her with a stiff headbutt! She stumbles backwards, falling through the ropes and laying on the apron. Riddle notices the three boxes as well and steps out of the ring into the apron. He doesn’t go for the boxes however, he has other intentions in mind as he picks up Angelo and then hooks her between her legs! The crowd once again jump to their feet, expecting the big finish likely. He then lifts her up for a power-bomb, no! She blocks it, dropping to one knee. He rains down forearms on her back to weaken her, and then tries again. He gets her up half way, but again she fights him off and then tries to back body drop him instead! He uses the ropes however to keep his position and Alessia’s back gives out, falling to her knees again. Riddle, feeling this is it, goes for the power-bomb for the third time, and he manages to get her up all the way this time! He turns towards the table but then Alessia proceeds to bite him in his forehead! Riddle swings his arms wildly and then Alessia flips backwards, delivering a release Hurricanrana! Riddle goes flying right onto the boxes and a huge explosion goes off! *
Markson: Good Lord, those boxes were rigged! Or at least one of them was, doesn’t matter, what an explosion!
Napier: Look at the fans at ringside, they are stunned, they weren’t expecting that and I don’t think Riddle was either! Where is he?! I can’t even see him thanks to all that smoke! We need some help out here!
*Villano 16 waves his arms like crazy trying to clear the smoke and then checks, we assume on Riddle. Alessia’s eyes are wide open, but she has a smile on her face, which makes her look crazed thanks to the crimson mask she’s sporting. She crawls over to Riddle and drags him away from the debris and then proceeds to pin him! Villano swings around and gets down to make the count! *
One!
Two!!
THREE!
*The bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ALESSIA ANGELO!!!
*Alessia gets to her feet and the ref raises her arm in victory, and the crowd cheer loudly after a great performance. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo did it, and in a way she is not a fan of! She doesn’t like high flying moves! She doesn’t see the point in them, she doesn’t think it’s worth wasting energy on them, but tonight, in this big pay-per-view match, it has paid off!
Napier: I cannot believe this, complete and utter bull Poop! She rigged those boxes!
Markson: How could she have rigged those? Come on now. She earned tonights win all on her own.
Napier: Pfft, whatever, what is the special gift by the way?
*The time keeper hands her another box, much smaller this time. She opens it, and pulls out a sealed copy of the very first “Now That’s What I Call Music” CD, the very first American version, which came out in 1999… “That’s 3 years in the future, but whatever” she says as she shrugs and then lifts it like a newly won trophy and the crowd cheers loudly once again as we fade to another video. *
*The video fades to reveal the graphic for the next match. *
*The graphic fades to the ring where we see Terry Marshall already standing, but he is alone as JMont and Alexander Marshall are already in the ring together standing across from Terry. JMont and Alexander are licking their chops, looking like predators ready to devour wounded prey. The bell sounds as Terry Marshall is solo while looking across the ring at J Mont and Alex Marshall. *
Napier: Terry is all by himself. Chris Page no-showed him. I knew it was too good to be true. I tried to tell you that Chris Page is a spineless turd!
Markson: Would you stop!!
Napier: Stop? Do you see Chris Page? No. You don’t. Why? Because he’s scared of J Mont!
*The crowd roars with a “TERRY! TERRY! TERRY!” chant as they rally behind Marshall. Suddenly the chant erupts into boos as J Mont and Alex Marshall jump Terry driving him back into a set of buckles! Alex and Mont punch and stomp away at Terry driving him down into the mat. *
Markson: WAIT JUST A MINUTE!
All attention shifts toward the top of the ramp as Rick Derringer's “Real American” rips across the speakers.
Markson: COULD IT BE!
The curtain blows open as CHRIS PAGE emerges to the top of the ramp decked out in Yellow and Red tye-dyed long tights, a yellow tank top with “PAGE-A-MANIA” written in read across the tank top, a yellow headband!
Napier: He looks like an idiot.
J Mont quickly exits the ring and jumps down to the floor but before he can start the move toward the top of the ramp the lights go dark. The crowd erupts.
Markson: I’m so confused.
The lights come back up and Chris Page is standing behind J Mont in his black leather jacket, black leather tights, and combat boots! Page spins J Mont around and immediately takes him down with a double leg takedown and into a mount position where Page begins hammering down into the forehead of J Mont with straight right hands. Inside the ring Alex Marshall looks on unknowing to the fact that Terry Marshall has gotten back to his feet! Terry spins Alex around and drops him with a right hand! Alex pops back up and eats another right hand that sends to him to the mat. Alex gets back to his feet where Terry scoops him up and slams him down to the mat with authority! The crowd roars intently as we cut back to the floor where Page has J Mont up and sends him crashing into the steel steps! Page turns his attention toward the ring and climbs up on the apron where he extends his hand. Terry points at Page which garners another pop. Terry walks over making the tag! Page steps through the ropes just as Alexander is getting to one knee.
Markson: Oh you wanna talk about history between Alexander and his former Enforcer.
Alexander quickly gets to his feet and turns toward his corner to find it empty as J Mont hasn’t fully recovered on the floor. Alexander gulps dramatically. The crowd gets louder and louder as Page begins to walk across the ring but before he can get to Alexander it’s J Mont who slides into the ring and blasts Page from behind! The referee quickly gets J Mont to the ring apron but it was enough for Alexander to stomp away at Page on the mat. Alexander turns and laughs at the crowd. Alexander picks up Chris Page and drives him back into the corner housing J Mont. J Mont makes the tag and enters the ring where Alexander pins Page into the corner with his shoulder while Mont starts unloading with right hands to the face and jaw of Page before pivoting into stiff, stiff European Uppercuts! The referee lays the count and Alex escapes to the apron and is admonished by the referee while Mont brings Page out from the corner before landing a picture perfect vertical dropkick taking CCP down. Mont quickly makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Page escapes with a kick out!
Napier: SLOW COUNT!
Mont gets back to his feet where picks Page up and hurls him out to the floor before turning and spitting at Terry Marshall which draws the Thundering one into the ring. The referee cuts off Terry allowing Alexander to drop down to the floor where he picks Page up and sends him smacking face-first off the ring post! Inside the ring Mont continues to bait Terry who finally steps back out to the ring apron. The referee spins around seeing Alexander on the apron with the tag rope in hand. J Mont drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor. Mont picks Page up and it’s revealed Page has been busted open. J Mont bounces Page’s face off the ring steps.
Markson: J Mont and Alexander have drawn first blood on Chris Page.
J Mont picks Page up and begins hammering away with straight right hands to the bloody forehead of Page before throwing him back in the ring. J Mont rolls into the ring and gets back to his feet where he taunts Terry with a middle finger drawing loud boos from the crowd. J Mont turns his attention back toward Page who has gotten to one knee. Mont snatches Page up by the hair and drives him back into a neutral corner. Mont lands a stiff European Uppercut before yanking Page out from the corner with a short arm lariat attempt that Page ducks under while taking a back waist lock! Page lands a German Suplex and rolls through not releasing his grasp, and picks Mont up where a second German Suplex is landed! Page rolls through picking himself and Mont up but instead of a third German we see Page smack Mont in the back of the head. Mont spins around arounding the words “mother fudger” and explodes toward Page who catches Mont coming in with a boot to the midsection doubling J Mont over! Page looks for a Powerbomb attempt but J Mont puts on the brakes.
Alexander grabs the attention of the referee and with the distraction J Mont drops to one knee and low blows Page!
Markson: That vile, vile J Mont!
The low blow brings Terry Marshall into the ring only to be cut off by the referee who turns around catching Marshall before he gets his hands on J Mont. Alexander slips into the ring and smacks his hands together behind the referee while J Mont rolls out to the ring apron. Page drops to both knees for Alexander to rake him across the eyes! The crowd boos intently as Alexander bounces off the ropes and delivers a running mafia kick to the bloody forehead of Chris Page. The referee spins around seeing Alexander and questions the tag being made. Alexander nods before picking Page up and locks in a front face lock. Alexander hooks up the right leg and delivers a Fisherman’s Suplex with a Bridge!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Page escapes with a kick out to a look of surprise by Alexander.
Napier: Can someone teach the referee how to count to three?
Alexander pops back up to his feet where he jumps into the face of the referee demanding a faster count. The referee shows him two fingers before Alexander is rolled up with a School Boy by Page!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Alexander escapes with a kickout just before the three count but is the first to his feet where he swings with a lariat that Page ducks! Alexander spins around and walks into a front waist lock followed by a release belly-to-belly overhead suplex! The crowd roars as Page begins to crawl toward his corner where a very game Terry Marshall rallies on the Thundermaniacs!
Markson: Chris Page desperately needs to make the tag here!
The closer Page gets the louder the Thundermanics get, and just as Chris is inches away the referee’s attention is taken away by J Mont illegally entering the ring causing the referee to miss the tag being made! Terry Marshall enters the ring like a house on fire as he goes after Alexander only to be cut off by the referee to massive boos from the crowd. J Mont once again enters the ring illegally and grabs Page by the ankles where he drags him across the ring. Terry finally gets on the ring apron. The referee turns around to see Alexander Marshall getting to his feet where J Mont is tagged back in.
Napier: Come on Mont!
J Mont steps through the ropes and immediately begins stomping away at the back of Page before picking Chris up by the hair and hurling him through the ropes and out to the apron where Mont brings Chris into a front face lock before planting Page with a draping DDT into the mat. J Mont quickly rolls Page over making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Page escapes with another kick out! The crowd begins chanting “CCP! CCP! CCP!” in unison to rally Chris Page on while Mont barks out at the referee calling for a faster count. J Mont gets back to his feet where he calls for a JKO.
Markson: It J Mont can land the JKO this might be over without Terry Marshall legally getting into the ring.
Napier: How great would it be for Alexander to win this company and Terry isn’t even a factor?!?!?!
Markson: Would you stop!
J Mont sizes Page up as Chris pushes himself up off the mat and to his knees. Chris steps up to a vertical base and as he does J Mont uncoils looking for a JKO! Page counts as he shoves J Mont forward and into the ropes, J Mont bounces off the ropes and into a Spinbuster Slam! The crowd explodes as Page and Mont are down. The referee checks on both men before executing his standing ten count.
Markson: Page NEEDS to make the tag! He’s got a shot!
The referee’s count continues and at the five count we see both Chris Page and J Mont starting to stir and each man begin to crawl towards their respective corners! J Mont reaches Alexander who tags in. Alexander steps through the ropes and as he starts to charge toward Page it’s Chris who lunges toward Terry Marshall making the tag!
Napier: NO! NO! NO! NO!
Markson: OH YEAH! HERE WE GO!
Alexander stops in his tracks and begins begging off as “Thundering” Terry Marshall enters the ring. Terry points over at Alex that garners a thunderous “YOOOOOUUUUUUUU” from the Thundermaniacs! Alexander rushes Marshall swinging with a right hand! Terry blocks and lands a right hand followed by a second, and then a third before he backs Alexander up against the ropes and as Terry shoots his brother across the ring we see J Mont make the blind tag!
Napier: Tag by Mont!
Terry shoots Alexander across the ring but it’s Alex who latches onto the top rope! Mont enters the ring and chop blocks the right knee of Terry!
Markson: Absolutely uncalled for!
The crowd erupts with boos as we see J Mont pop back up to his feet and immediately stomp away at Marshall! Alexander comes off the ropes and joins in on the assault with J Mont as they reign down with stomps across the body of Marshall!
Markson: Get in there ref!
Napier: SHUT UP! Come on Alex! Come on J Mont! Stomp that no good Terry Marshall into the mat!
Chris Page recovers and slides back into the ring where he spins Alexander around where he drops him with a knife edge chop! Alexander pops back up to his feet where he is sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a lariat by Page! Page spins around and J Mont looks for another JKO! Page shoves Mont off, Mont spins around eating a boot to the midsection but before Page can deliver a Page Plant he’s yanked out to the floor by Alexander Marshall. Alexander takes Page and looks to drive him head-first off the steel steps, Page put on the brakes with his hands and counters the attempt by driving Alexander’s face off the steps. Back inside the ring J Mont picks Terry up off the mat and takes him back into the ropes, Mont looks for the Irish Whip, Terry counters and it’s Mont who is sent across the ring with an Irish Whip, Mont bounces off the ropes and into a Military Press by Terry! The Thundering One presses J Mont several times showing a huge display of strength before planting J Mont with a Military Press Slam! Terry drops an elbow across the chest of J Mont where he makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
J Mont escapes with a kick out!!
Napier: Come on J MONT!
Chris Page climbs back on the apron. Terry picks J Mont up off the mat where he lands a hard right hand, a second hard right hand, and a third right hand before being cut off with a thumb to the eye by Mont! J Mont delivers an inverted style backbreaker on Marshall. Across the ring we see Alexander make his way back up to the ring apron. J Mont picks Terry back up and hurls him back into the corner housing Alexander. Alexander makes the blind tag to J Mont. Alexander steps through the ropes while Mont has Terry pinned against the buckles. Alexander begins hammering away with right hands to the forehead of Terry. The referee lays the count to J Mont who doesn’t break at the five count.
This brings Chris Page into the ring!
Markson: All hell is about to break loose!
Page blows past the referee and yanks Alexander toward the center of the ring with his hair and throws him to the mat. Page turns his attention to Mont who still has Marshall pinned against the buckles. Chris comes up behind J Mont and pulls him back out toward the center of the ring with a back waistlock. J Mont throws several reverse elbows to the temple breaking the grasp by Page. Alexander is back to his feet and as Terry staggers out from the corner, we see Alexander land a JKO on Terry as J Mont drops Page with a JKO simultaneously!
Napier: DUEL JKO’S!
Alexander makes the cover on Terry while J Mont makes the cover on Page!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The crowd erupts as Terry and Chris simultaneously kick out for the JKO’s with authority and are each to both knees with sheer intensity in their eyes! J Mont and Alexander get back up to their feet where they land right hands to Terry and Chris. Both Terry and Chris start shaking their head no as they get to one knee. J Mont decks Page while Alex decks Terry a second time, bringing Terry and Page up to their feet. A third right hand is landed to the duo which causes a double “Hulk-Up” that causes the building to shake! Page and Marshall Hulk-Up around Alexander and J Mont! J Mont and Alexander throw another right hand to both Terry and Page that garners a double finger point and a massive “YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU” from the crowd! J Mont and Alex throw another right hand attempt that is blocked by each man! Terry and Page fire back with three right hands backing both J Mont and Alexander up against the ropes. We see a double Irish Whip across the ring, Alex and J Mont bounce off the ropes and into a double BIG BOOT from Terry and Page sending J Mont and Alexander crashing to the mat!
Terry twirls his right hand cupping it to his ear garnering the loudest ovation of the evening!
Chris follows suit by twirling his right hand and cupping it to his ear.
Chris and Terry lock eyes, nod their heads, and each bounce off opposite ropes where a Double Leg Drop is delivered! The crowd explodes as Terry Marshall makes the cover hooking the near leg!
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, CHRIS PAAAAGGGEEE AAAANNNDDD THUNDERING TERRY MARSHAAAALLLLL!!!
Napier: NO! NO! NO!
Markson: YES! YES! YES! The final nail has been put in the coffin of the Cabal, and it appears Thunder Pro and WGWF have re-entered the friend zone.
*Terry Marshall and Chris Page high-five and then hug before posing for the crowd as the scene fades to a video for the next match. *
Napier: How does this match work exactly?
Markson: It’s a cinematic match.
Napier: A what?
Markson: Just eat this brownie and you’ll understand.
*Markson pulls a plate with a brownie on it from under the desk and hands it to Napier. Shrugs and takes a massive bite of the brownie. *
Markson: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Don’t eat anymore of it, that is more than enough.
Napier: Wait…. What was in that brownie?
Markson: Something that will help you get into this match.
*Napier’s eyes grow real wide as “White Rabbit” begins to play softly in his head and his vision begins to adjust. *
*The shot cuts to Xavier Lux walking through the backstage area of the arena following Lux to the Guerilla position where Harry “The Hairstylist” Hotcakes and Outcast sit with headsets on. Lux looks at them and smirks as he hears "The Infection" by Disturbed begins to play over the PA. Lux steps forward to go through the first curtin, but instead of stepping through the curtain to the entrance way he falls through a television screen into a small living room.
Lux stands up, looking around in confusion and sees Khloe Cox sitting in front of a large box TV. Khloe is sitting criss-cross-appelesauce, with a large bowl of cereal in her lap, as she watches “KaBlam!” on Nickalodeon. As the show cuts to a message from Stick Stickly, Khloe looks over at Lux. *
Khloe Cox: What up nerd?
*Lux shakes his head and anger and begins to step forward, but as he does Khloe throws her bowl of cereal at Lux, hitting him in the face, covering him with milk and Fruit Loops. Lux wipes his face off and dives for Khloe, but as he does Khlope dives forward going into the TV sceen, letting Lux land right on his face.
Lux jumps to his feet and is clearly angry. Lux looks around seeing Khloe is gone. Lux looks skeptical , but tries sticking his hand in the TV and his hand goes into the screen. Lux shrugs and dives into the screen and finds himself in a sparsely decorated living room. A TV, a ragged faded couch, a painting of a fisherman, and a lamp. *
Voice: Huh, huh, huh, that was cool.
*Lux looks over to see Beavis and Butthead standing behind him. Lux looks down to see that he is animated as well. *
Khloe Cox: Please boys, Lux wouldn’t know the first thing about being cool.
*The shot turns to show an animated version of Alex Bliss, resembling Daria. *
Beavis: WHOA! Daria got hot.
Butthead: Daria, come to me.
Khloe Cox: YUCK! All three of you are creepy.
Xavier Lux: WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON!?!
Beavis: SHUT UP LUX, YOU BUTTHOLE!
Butthead: Like yeah, we are totally trying to score with Daria dude.
*Lux shakes his head and charges at Cox, but as he does Butthead sticks his legs and trips Lux. Lux falls on is face and stands up to see Beavis standing with his shirt pulled up over his head. *
Beavis: I AM THE GREAT CORNHOLEIO!!! Do you have TP for my bunghole?
Lux: I’m going to kick your ass.
*Lux charges forward and clotheslines Beavis knocking him to the floor. Butthead stands up for th counch, but as he does Lux scoops him up and bodyslams Butthead on top of Beavis. Lux turns around and is met with a dropkick to the knee from Lux, knocking Lux to his knees. Khloe hops onto the couch and lepas off at Lux, but Lux catches her in the air and throws her with a hip toss into the TV, but as Khloe hits the screen she goes flying into it.
Lux shakes his head and dives into the TV giving chase after Khloe. Lux lands in a wrestling ring surrounded by a cartoon crowd. Lux looks down to see himself again. *
Khloe Cox: Welcome to Terry Marshall’s Rock ‘n’ Wrestling.
Terry Marshall: Yeah brother, and I’m your special guest referee dude.
Napier: I don’t think I’ve had enough brownie for this.
Markson: I gotta say, I was a little disappointed that Xavier Lux wasn’t in the Winger shirt.
Napier: Do not compare Xavier Lux to Stewart Stevenson.
*Lux is distracted starring at Marshall, allowing Cox to hit Lux with a flying dropkick that sends Lux back into the corner. Before Lux can recover, Cox is up and charges into the corner nailing Lux with a flying European uppercut. Lux staggers out of the corner as Cox hops onto th middle rope and then hops off and takes Lux down with a flying bulldog. Cox makes the cover as Marshall drops to make the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: That was a fast count from Terry Marshall, but Lux was still able to kick out.
Markson: That wasn’t a fast count at all.
Napier: Luckily I don’t think Terry Marshall can even count to 3.
*Cox stays on the offense, hitting the ropes, which stretch to a very overexaggerated length and coming off with a Hurricanrana, sending Lux flying through the ropes. Cox hops and down with the exuberant crowd cheering for her. Cox runs off the ropes and comes back diving through the ropes with a suicide dive at Lux, but as she does Lux’s grabs a chair from ringside and swats Cox out of mid-air.
Cox goes flying into a ringside camera, but instead of knocking the cameraman over she flies into the camera. Lux throws the chair down and shakes his head in frustration and confusion. Lux runs and dives into the camera.
Lux lands on a rooftop of what appears to be an animated New York City. *
Khloe Cox: And now the hunter becomes the hunted.
*Lux looks up to see Khloe Cox, and then looks down at himself to see he is now dressed like Kraven The Hunter. *
Napier: Ok, that brownie is definitely kicking in.
Markson: Yeah, it definitely is.
*Lux charges and pounces with a spear, but Cox shoots a web up pulling herself out of the way and allowing Lux to crash into a wall. Lux spins around, but when he does he is met with a double web blast sticking Lux to the wall. Cox charges in and nails Lux with another European uppercut, rocking him against the wall.
Cox does a giant backflip landing on the rop of a large antenna on the roof. Spider-Cox shoots a web into the sky connecting with a taller building and then swings off at Lux with double boots. Before impact the Lux The Hunter frees himself, cutting the web with a knife. Lux rolls to saftey as Spider-Cox plows through the brick wall.
Cox leaps out of the hole blasting webs at Lux, but as se does Lux leaps off the building. Cox rolls tot he edge of the building to see Lux standing ont he busy sidewalk. A reporter from “The Daily Bugle” is snapping a picture of Spider-Cox, but as they do Lux snatches the camera from them. Lux looks up at Cox and smirks and then shoves the camera over his head and disappears. *
Napier: Where did Xavier Lux go?
Markson: Two can play at the disappearing camera game.
Napier: You’re not making any sense, but then again none of this is making any sense.
Markson: Just enjoy the ride brother.
*Spider-Cox web slings down on the sidewalk, grabs the camera, and leaps into it. Cox finds herself landing in the dark and rainy city of St. Canard, the home of Darkwing Duck. *
Darkwing Lux: Two can play this cartoon game.
Napier: I didn’t eat enough brownie for this.
Markson: Maybe take another bite, and give me one too.
*Darkwing Lux uses his grappling hook to swing over Cox and as he does shoots Cox with his Gas Gun. Cox begins to cough as the gas surrounds her. The knockout gas overtakes Cox and she falls to the ground unconscious. Darkwing Lux drops from the sky and makes a pin on Cox, but there is no referee around. *
Darkwing Lux: WHERE IS MULLET!?! WHERE IS DIZZY DAN!?!
Voice: I GOT YOU YOU DW!
*Launchpad McQuack appears from off the screen wearing a referee shirt and makes a count. *
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3!!!
Napier: NEW CHAMPION!!!
Markson: NO! Launchpad McQuack is not a license official, that pinfall didn’t count.
Napier: Are you kidding me? A match like this and we are going to care about who is and who isn’t a licensed official?
Markson: Rules are rules, Nick.
*Darkwing Lux stands up waiting for his hand to be raised, and to hear the voice of Steve Cotton, but instead Negaduck’s chain saw rips through the ground and begins cutting a hole around both Darkwing Lux and Cox. Before Lux can leap the ground falls out beneath them and as they fall into darkness the scene fades to dark as well. *
Napier: I think we are jumping the shark here.
Markson: No, The Fonz did that in 1977, not the 90’s.
*The sound of waves crashing on the shore cut through the darkness, as the bright sun begins to flicker in the viewers' eyes. The Scene reopens to the beautiful beaches of Los Angeles County, California.
In slow motion we see Khloe Cox running down the beach in an orange bathing suit. Her hair and other stuff bounce slowly as she runs, and then we notice behind her in a pair of orange hoochie daddy shorts, and sporting a feathery mullet is Xavier Lux. Lux is chasing after Cox and is also moving in slow motion. *
Napier: I thought this was a CARTOON chaos match? Baywatch isn’t a cartoon.
Markson: You’re right about that one Nick, let’s fix this.
*The shot switches to Markson at the commentary desk where he pulls out an oversized TV remote. Markson flips a button and the screen cuts back to a cartoon scene. *
Stan: Uh guys… who are they?
Kenny: Fmpmfpmmmfmp'fmm Fmpmfpfmfpppmpmmpppff Pfmpffppf Fpppffmppfmmfmppmfmffpppmfm Pfmpffmppfmmfmpmffmfmmpp mmfmfpmmmppmpfmmffppfppp Pmpmfppmfppfmpp Mmfppffpf, mmmpppmpm mfpmpppff mmfmfpmmmpmfpmfmpppppmfmmpppff Fpfmmmfpmmffmpppff Pmffmffpf.
Cartman: OH MY GAWD YA GUYS! That’s Xavier Lux, and the beautiful Khloe Cox.
*Lux and Cox are trading punches fighting down the middle of the street. The larger Lux begins to get the upper hand and knocks Cox to the ground with a big right. Lux runs and jumps on the bus stop bench, Lux then comes off with a Phoenix splash, but Cox rolls out of the way and Lux lands on the asphalt street.
Cox leaps over Lux, runs, and hops onto the same bench. Cox comes off of the bench with Lionsualt landing on Lux. Cox hooks the leg for a pin and Butters slides in from nowhere with a referee shirt on. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: Would that pinfall have counted? The one from Launchpad didn’t count.
Markson: Come on Nick, Launchpad is a duck, be realistic.
*Cox rolls to her feet and begins to pick Lux up by the head when Lux lands a hard shot to the stomach of Cox. Lux pops to his feet catching Cox with an Enziguri kick. Cox falls to a knee and Lux continues his assault with a shinning wizard that drops Cox to the ground. Lux rolls to his feet and as he does he hears something is coming down the road.
Lux looks to see the Denver Broncos team bus coming down the road. Lux jumps out of the way, and as he does Cox is trying to push herself to her feet. Cox turns her head to see the bus ready to run over her. *
Kenny: PpfMfp PppPpf! Mff'FpmMpp MfmPpfFmp FmpPpf FmmMmmFpmMpp PmpMfpPmfPpf!
Markson: It’s a cinematic match.
Napier: A what?
Markson: Just eat this brownie and you’ll understand.
*Markson pulls a plate with a brownie on it from under the desk and hands it to Napier. Shrugs and takes a massive bite of the brownie. *
Markson: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Don’t eat anymore of it, that is more than enough.
Napier: Wait…. What was in that brownie?
Markson: Something that will help you get into this match.
*Napier’s eyes grow real wide as “White Rabbit” begins to play softly in his head and his vision begins to adjust. *
*The shot cuts to Xavier Lux walking through the backstage area of the arena following Lux to the Guerilla position where Harry “The Hairstylist” Hotcakes and Outcast sit with headsets on. Lux looks at them and smirks as he hears "The Infection" by Disturbed begins to play over the PA. Lux steps forward to go through the first curtin, but instead of stepping through the curtain to the entrance way he falls through a television screen into a small living room.
Lux stands up, looking around in confusion and sees Khloe Cox sitting in front of a large box TV. Khloe is sitting criss-cross-appelesauce, with a large bowl of cereal in her lap, as she watches “KaBlam!” on Nickalodeon. As the show cuts to a message from Stick Stickly, Khloe looks over at Lux. *
Khloe Cox: What up nerd?
*Lux shakes his head and anger and begins to step forward, but as he does Khloe throws her bowl of cereal at Lux, hitting him in the face, covering him with milk and Fruit Loops. Lux wipes his face off and dives for Khloe, but as he does Khlope dives forward going into the TV sceen, letting Lux land right on his face.
Lux jumps to his feet and is clearly angry. Lux looks around seeing Khloe is gone. Lux looks skeptical , but tries sticking his hand in the TV and his hand goes into the screen. Lux shrugs and dives into the screen and finds himself in a sparsely decorated living room. A TV, a ragged faded couch, a painting of a fisherman, and a lamp. *
Voice: Huh, huh, huh, that was cool.
*Lux looks over to see Beavis and Butthead standing behind him. Lux looks down to see that he is animated as well. *
Khloe Cox: Please boys, Lux wouldn’t know the first thing about being cool.
*The shot turns to show an animated version of Alex Bliss, resembling Daria. *
Beavis: WHOA! Daria got hot.
Butthead: Daria, come to me.
Khloe Cox: YUCK! All three of you are creepy.
Xavier Lux: WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON!?!
Beavis: SHUT UP LUX, YOU BUTTHOLE!
Butthead: Like yeah, we are totally trying to score with Daria dude.
*Lux shakes his head and charges at Cox, but as he does Butthead sticks his legs and trips Lux. Lux falls on is face and stands up to see Beavis standing with his shirt pulled up over his head. *
Beavis: I AM THE GREAT CORNHOLEIO!!! Do you have TP for my bunghole?
Lux: I’m going to kick your ass.
*Lux charges forward and clotheslines Beavis knocking him to the floor. Butthead stands up for th counch, but as he does Lux scoops him up and bodyslams Butthead on top of Beavis. Lux turns around and is met with a dropkick to the knee from Lux, knocking Lux to his knees. Khloe hops onto the couch and lepas off at Lux, but Lux catches her in the air and throws her with a hip toss into the TV, but as Khloe hits the screen she goes flying into it.
Lux shakes his head and dives into the TV giving chase after Khloe. Lux lands in a wrestling ring surrounded by a cartoon crowd. Lux looks down to see himself again. *
Khloe Cox: Welcome to Terry Marshall’s Rock ‘n’ Wrestling.
Terry Marshall: Yeah brother, and I’m your special guest referee dude.
Napier: I don’t think I’ve had enough brownie for this.
Markson: I gotta say, I was a little disappointed that Xavier Lux wasn’t in the Winger shirt.
Napier: Do not compare Xavier Lux to Stewart Stevenson.
*Lux is distracted starring at Marshall, allowing Cox to hit Lux with a flying dropkick that sends Lux back into the corner. Before Lux can recover, Cox is up and charges into the corner nailing Lux with a flying European uppercut. Lux staggers out of the corner as Cox hops onto th middle rope and then hops off and takes Lux down with a flying bulldog. Cox makes the cover as Marshall drops to make the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: That was a fast count from Terry Marshall, but Lux was still able to kick out.
Markson: That wasn’t a fast count at all.
Napier: Luckily I don’t think Terry Marshall can even count to 3.
*Cox stays on the offense, hitting the ropes, which stretch to a very overexaggerated length and coming off with a Hurricanrana, sending Lux flying through the ropes. Cox hops and down with the exuberant crowd cheering for her. Cox runs off the ropes and comes back diving through the ropes with a suicide dive at Lux, but as she does Lux’s grabs a chair from ringside and swats Cox out of mid-air.
Cox goes flying into a ringside camera, but instead of knocking the cameraman over she flies into the camera. Lux throws the chair down and shakes his head in frustration and confusion. Lux runs and dives into the camera.
Lux lands on a rooftop of what appears to be an animated New York City. *
Khloe Cox: And now the hunter becomes the hunted.
*Lux looks up to see Khloe Cox, and then looks down at himself to see he is now dressed like Kraven The Hunter. *
Napier: Ok, that brownie is definitely kicking in.
Markson: Yeah, it definitely is.
*Lux charges and pounces with a spear, but Cox shoots a web up pulling herself out of the way and allowing Lux to crash into a wall. Lux spins around, but when he does he is met with a double web blast sticking Lux to the wall. Cox charges in and nails Lux with another European uppercut, rocking him against the wall.
Cox does a giant backflip landing on the rop of a large antenna on the roof. Spider-Cox shoots a web into the sky connecting with a taller building and then swings off at Lux with double boots. Before impact the Lux The Hunter frees himself, cutting the web with a knife. Lux rolls to saftey as Spider-Cox plows through the brick wall.
Cox leaps out of the hole blasting webs at Lux, but as se does Lux leaps off the building. Cox rolls tot he edge of the building to see Lux standing ont he busy sidewalk. A reporter from “The Daily Bugle” is snapping a picture of Spider-Cox, but as they do Lux snatches the camera from them. Lux looks up at Cox and smirks and then shoves the camera over his head and disappears. *
Napier: Where did Xavier Lux go?
Markson: Two can play at the disappearing camera game.
Napier: You’re not making any sense, but then again none of this is making any sense.
Markson: Just enjoy the ride brother.
*Spider-Cox web slings down on the sidewalk, grabs the camera, and leaps into it. Cox finds herself landing in the dark and rainy city of St. Canard, the home of Darkwing Duck. *
Darkwing Lux: Two can play this cartoon game.
Napier: I didn’t eat enough brownie for this.
Markson: Maybe take another bite, and give me one too.
*Darkwing Lux uses his grappling hook to swing over Cox and as he does shoots Cox with his Gas Gun. Cox begins to cough as the gas surrounds her. The knockout gas overtakes Cox and she falls to the ground unconscious. Darkwing Lux drops from the sky and makes a pin on Cox, but there is no referee around. *
Darkwing Lux: WHERE IS MULLET!?! WHERE IS DIZZY DAN!?!
Voice: I GOT YOU YOU DW!
*Launchpad McQuack appears from off the screen wearing a referee shirt and makes a count. *
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3!!!
Napier: NEW CHAMPION!!!
Markson: NO! Launchpad McQuack is not a license official, that pinfall didn’t count.
Napier: Are you kidding me? A match like this and we are going to care about who is and who isn’t a licensed official?
Markson: Rules are rules, Nick.
*Darkwing Lux stands up waiting for his hand to be raised, and to hear the voice of Steve Cotton, but instead Negaduck’s chain saw rips through the ground and begins cutting a hole around both Darkwing Lux and Cox. Before Lux can leap the ground falls out beneath them and as they fall into darkness the scene fades to dark as well. *
Napier: I think we are jumping the shark here.
Markson: No, The Fonz did that in 1977, not the 90’s.
*The sound of waves crashing on the shore cut through the darkness, as the bright sun begins to flicker in the viewers' eyes. The Scene reopens to the beautiful beaches of Los Angeles County, California.
In slow motion we see Khloe Cox running down the beach in an orange bathing suit. Her hair and other stuff bounce slowly as she runs, and then we notice behind her in a pair of orange hoochie daddy shorts, and sporting a feathery mullet is Xavier Lux. Lux is chasing after Cox and is also moving in slow motion. *
Napier: I thought this was a CARTOON chaos match? Baywatch isn’t a cartoon.
Markson: You’re right about that one Nick, let’s fix this.
*The shot switches to Markson at the commentary desk where he pulls out an oversized TV remote. Markson flips a button and the screen cuts back to a cartoon scene. *
Stan: Uh guys… who are they?
Kenny: Fmpmfpmmmfmp'fmm Fmpmfpfmfpppmpmmpppff Pfmpffppf Fpppffmppfmmfmppmfmffpppmfm Pfmpffmppfmmfmpmffmfmmpp mmfmfpmmmppmpfmmffppfppp Pmpmfppmfppfmpp Mmfppffpf, mmmpppmpm mfpmpppff mmfmfpmmmpmfpmfmpppppmfmmpppff Fpfmmmfpmmffmpppff Pmffmffpf.
Cartman: OH MY GAWD YA GUYS! That’s Xavier Lux, and the beautiful Khloe Cox.
*Lux and Cox are trading punches fighting down the middle of the street. The larger Lux begins to get the upper hand and knocks Cox to the ground with a big right. Lux runs and jumps on the bus stop bench, Lux then comes off with a Phoenix splash, but Cox rolls out of the way and Lux lands on the asphalt street.
Cox leaps over Lux, runs, and hops onto the same bench. Cox comes off of the bench with Lionsualt landing on Lux. Cox hooks the leg for a pin and Butters slides in from nowhere with a referee shirt on. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: Would that pinfall have counted? The one from Launchpad didn’t count.
Markson: Come on Nick, Launchpad is a duck, be realistic.
*Cox rolls to her feet and begins to pick Lux up by the head when Lux lands a hard shot to the stomach of Cox. Lux pops to his feet catching Cox with an Enziguri kick. Cox falls to a knee and Lux continues his assault with a shinning wizard that drops Cox to the ground. Lux rolls to his feet and as he does he hears something is coming down the road.
Lux looks to see the Denver Broncos team bus coming down the road. Lux jumps out of the way, and as he does Cox is trying to push herself to her feet. Cox turns her head to see the bus ready to run over her. *
Kenny: PpfMfp PppPpf! Mff'FpmMpp MfmPpfFmp FmpPpf FmmMmmFpmMpp PmpMfpPmfPpf!
*Kenny runs over shoving Khloe out of the way, but as he saves Khloe he gets run over by the bus. *
Stan: Oh, my God! They killed Kenny!
Kyle: YOU BASTARDS!
*Lux and Cox both stare at the bus as it drives by without stopping after running over Kenny. Lux and Cox both slowly turn to look at each other, nod their heads, and dive into the camera at the same time and come flying out of the Terry-Tron to the top of the entranceway, and land on a large “ACME” trampoline that has been set up under the tron.
Cox and Lux both land on the trampoline and bounce way back up into the sky. In mid-air, Cox hooks Lux by the head and comes back down on the trampoline in a DDT. Lux bounces up and down on his face while Cox rolls to her feet. Cox rolls Lux onto his back, and then Cox begins to hop on the trampoline again. After a third big hop, Cox delivers the Law of Gravity (A standing moonsault double knee drop, targeting the chest or abdomen of Lux). Cox makes the cover on the trampoline. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: Big kickout from Xavier Lux, I think the bonce of the trampoline really helped him kick out.
Napier: I… I can taste purple and see the air.
Markson: Maybe you had too much brownie.
*When Lux kicked out it sent Cox flying off the trampoline and onto the entranceway stage. Lux rolls to his feet slowly as Cox begins pushing herself to her feet. Lux charges across the trampoline and leaps off with a Shooting Star Press, catching Cox as she gets to her feet. Cox falls on the metal stage with Lux on top of her. Lux hooks Cox’s leg as he makes a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Lux looks up at in shock Ref Wallace who ran out from the back to make the pin. Lux shakes his head as he gets to his feet and pulls Cox up by her head. Lux whips Cox toward the entranceway set, but Cox runs up the LED screen wall and spins around catching Lux by the head. Cox spins through and drops Lux onto the entranceway stage with a tornado DDT. *
Markson: Impressive athleticism, and a devastating DDT there from Khloe Cox.
Napier: She smashed Xavier Lux’s face into the entranceway floor. Lux wasn’t smart enough to join the Cabal when he had a chance, so I don’t know how well attacking his head will work for Cox.
*Cox climbs onto the massive trampoline and turns her back to Lux as she looks for the Law of Gravity from the trampoline to Lux. Cox takes three bounces, getting more height on each one. After the third bounce, Cox leaps off backward, and as she flips in the air Lux springs to his feet and catches Cox on his shoulder as she flips through the air.
Lux holds Cox on his shoulder and runs toward the edge of the stage. Lux goes charging off the stage delivering a modified version of The Cure (DVD off the top turnbuckle) going off the stage and driving Cox’s head and body into a stage with cables lying on it. Both Lux and Cox go crashing through the stage causing the crowd to come to their feet with a huge pop. *
Markson: HOLY SH*T!!!
Napier: OH MY GAWD, LUX KILLED KHLOE!!!
Markson: THAT B@STARD!!!
*Ref Wallace runs down the stage to check on both Lux and Cox, and as she gets there Lux rolls on top of Cox for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NNNNEEEEEWWWWW PRESIGE CHAMPION!!! XAAAAVVVIIIEEEERRRR LUUUUXXXXXX!!!
Markson: What an unbelievable match.
Napier: Unbelievable, not unbelievably good.
Markson: This is a true epic.
Napier: Help me get down from this brownie.
*The shot focuses on Xavier Lux as he is heled to his feet by medical officials. Ref Wallace hands Lux the Prestige championship, and with a smile Lux raises it over his head to a mixed reaction from the crowd as the scene fades. *
Stan: Oh, my God! They killed Kenny!
Kyle: YOU BASTARDS!
*Lux and Cox both stare at the bus as it drives by without stopping after running over Kenny. Lux and Cox both slowly turn to look at each other, nod their heads, and dive into the camera at the same time and come flying out of the Terry-Tron to the top of the entranceway, and land on a large “ACME” trampoline that has been set up under the tron.
Cox and Lux both land on the trampoline and bounce way back up into the sky. In mid-air, Cox hooks Lux by the head and comes back down on the trampoline in a DDT. Lux bounces up and down on his face while Cox rolls to her feet. Cox rolls Lux onto his back, and then Cox begins to hop on the trampoline again. After a third big hop, Cox delivers the Law of Gravity (A standing moonsault double knee drop, targeting the chest or abdomen of Lux). Cox makes the cover on the trampoline. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: Big kickout from Xavier Lux, I think the bonce of the trampoline really helped him kick out.
Napier: I… I can taste purple and see the air.
Markson: Maybe you had too much brownie.
*When Lux kicked out it sent Cox flying off the trampoline and onto the entranceway stage. Lux rolls to his feet slowly as Cox begins pushing herself to her feet. Lux charges across the trampoline and leaps off with a Shooting Star Press, catching Cox as she gets to her feet. Cox falls on the metal stage with Lux on top of her. Lux hooks Cox’s leg as he makes a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Lux looks up at in shock Ref Wallace who ran out from the back to make the pin. Lux shakes his head as he gets to his feet and pulls Cox up by her head. Lux whips Cox toward the entranceway set, but Cox runs up the LED screen wall and spins around catching Lux by the head. Cox spins through and drops Lux onto the entranceway stage with a tornado DDT. *
Markson: Impressive athleticism, and a devastating DDT there from Khloe Cox.
Napier: She smashed Xavier Lux’s face into the entranceway floor. Lux wasn’t smart enough to join the Cabal when he had a chance, so I don’t know how well attacking his head will work for Cox.
*Cox climbs onto the massive trampoline and turns her back to Lux as she looks for the Law of Gravity from the trampoline to Lux. Cox takes three bounces, getting more height on each one. After the third bounce, Cox leaps off backward, and as she flips in the air Lux springs to his feet and catches Cox on his shoulder as she flips through the air.
Lux holds Cox on his shoulder and runs toward the edge of the stage. Lux goes charging off the stage delivering a modified version of The Cure (DVD off the top turnbuckle) going off the stage and driving Cox’s head and body into a stage with cables lying on it. Both Lux and Cox go crashing through the stage causing the crowd to come to their feet with a huge pop. *
Markson: HOLY SH*T!!!
Napier: OH MY GAWD, LUX KILLED KHLOE!!!
Markson: THAT B@STARD!!!
*Ref Wallace runs down the stage to check on both Lux and Cox, and as she gets there Lux rolls on top of Cox for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NNNNEEEEEWWWWW PRESIGE CHAMPION!!! XAAAAVVVIIIEEEERRRR LUUUUXXXXXX!!!
Markson: What an unbelievable match.
Napier: Unbelievable, not unbelievably good.
Markson: This is a true epic.
Napier: Help me get down from this brownie.
*The shot focuses on Xavier Lux as he is heled to his feet by medical officials. Ref Wallace hands Lux the Prestige championship, and with a smile Lux raises it over his head to a mixed reaction from the crowd as the scene fades. *
*The scene fades from the graphic to the crowd who are standing and cheering for the announcement of Supreme Machine into the Thunder Pro Hall of Fame. The shot transitions to the ringside commentary table. *
Markson: Great honor for a great competitor. Supreme Machine had a death grip on the American championship in season one, and on more than one occasion came within an eyelash of capturing the International championship. Supreme Machine was one of the pillars of TPW in season one, and is a part of the foundation this great house was built on.
Napier: Yeah, but Peter Vaughn beat him twice, and even shot him with a tranqualizer gun.
Markson: Yes... That did happen.
Napier: Now, can we watch Peter Vaughn beat the crap out of Junko?
Markson: I don't think that is how it is going to go, but it is indeed time for our MAIN EVENT!!!
*The shot transitions to the entranceway. *
*The arena is buzzing as you can cut the anticipation with a knfe. The lights dim, and the haunting instrumental of "Battle Royale" by Apashe begins to resonate through the speakers. The crowd's excitement builds, knowing they are about to witness the dramatic entrance of Junko Souma, "the girl who makes a rain of blood." A red spotlight appears drawing everyones all eyes to the top of the giant "Terry-Tron" video screen where Junko Souma stands. *
Steve Cotton: THIS IS AN INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIOONSHIP MATCH, AND THIS YOUR MAIN EVENT!!! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan, and weighing in at 115lbs. She is the girl who makes rain of blood, this is JUNNNNKOOOOO SOOOOOOUUUUMMMMAAAAA!!!
*The shot focuses on Junko Souma in a dark, blood-red attire adorned with intricate designs that shimmer under the lights. Her eyes are fierce, and her demeanor is focused as she stands poised, ready to descend.
As the beat of "Battle Royale" intensifies, Junko attaches herself to a hidden harness. The crowd erupts in awe as she begins her descent from the top of the massive screen. The arena is bathed in a crimson glow, adding to the eerie and electrifying atmosphere.
Midway down, Junko's descent slows, allowing her to theatrically spread her arms wide, invoking a rain of blood-like pyrotechnics to cascade around her. The spectacle leaves the audience both enthralled and slightly unnerved, perfectly capturing her mystique.
Reaching the ground, she gracefully detaches from the harness, landing with a cat-like agility. The music swells as she begins her walk to the ring. The crimson lighting follows her every step, creating an ethereal path as she strides purposefully. Fans on either side reach out, but she remains unfazed, fully immersed in the persona she has crafted.
Junko ascends the ring steps and pauses on the apron, glancing back at the "Terry-Tron" one last time before slipping between the ropes. Once inside, she moves to the center of the ring, raising her arms slowly. With this motion, the crimson lighting intensifies, and another rain of blood-like pyrotechnics erupts from the ring posts.
As the final notes of "Battle Royale" echo through the arena, Junko Souma stands ready. The music fades, but the energy remains palpable as Junko Souma prepares for the match, her presence leaving an indelible mark on everyone in attendance. *
As the beat of "Battle Royale" intensifies, Junko attaches herself to a hidden harness. The crowd erupts in awe as she begins her descent from the top of the massive screen. The arena is bathed in a crimson glow, adding to the eerie and electrifying atmosphere.
Midway down, Junko's descent slows, allowing her to theatrically spread her arms wide, invoking a rain of blood-like pyrotechnics to cascade around her. The spectacle leaves the audience both enthralled and slightly unnerved, perfectly capturing her mystique.
Reaching the ground, she gracefully detaches from the harness, landing with a cat-like agility. The music swells as she begins her walk to the ring. The crimson lighting follows her every step, creating an ethereal path as she strides purposefully. Fans on either side reach out, but she remains unfazed, fully immersed in the persona she has crafted.
Junko ascends the ring steps and pauses on the apron, glancing back at the "Terry-Tron" one last time before slipping between the ropes. Once inside, she moves to the center of the ring, raising her arms slowly. With this motion, the crimson lighting intensifies, and another rain of blood-like pyrotechnics erupts from the ring posts.
As the final notes of "Battle Royale" echo through the arena, Junko Souma stands ready. The music fades, but the energy remains palpable as Junko Souma prepares for the match, her presence leaving an indelible mark on everyone in attendance. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPPNENT! Hailing from Dallas, TX and weighing in at 185lbs, he is a three time, and current REIGNING, AND DEFENDING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! He is a Thunder Pro Wrestling HALL OF FAMER!!! This is the Mechanic... PEEEEETTTTTEEEERRRRRR VAAAAUUUGGGHHHNNNN!!!
*The lights dim, and the unmistakable intro of "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue begins to play through the speakers. The crowd's energy shifts to an angry excitement as they know Peter Vaughn, "The Mechanic," is about to make his entrance.
The camera shifts to the entrance ramp, where the audience catches their first glimpse of a pristine, 1967 blue Ford F-250 Highboy rumbling into view. The headlights cut through the darkness, and the engine's roar is as commanding as the man behind the wheel.
Peter Vaughn, clad in his signature mechanic’s jumpsuit, complete with patches and grease stains, maneuvers the classic truck down the ramp. The arena lights flicker in sync with the beat of the music, adding to the dramatic effect of his arrival.
As the truck nears the ring, Vaughn parks it with precision, the engine idling menacingly. He steps out of the driver's seat, the crowd cheering wildly. He pauses for a moment, running a hand over the hood of the Highboy, acknowledging the vehicle as an extension of his persona.
With a confident stride, Vaughn walks around the truck, making his way towards the ring. The camera captures the determined look on his face, his eyes focused and intense. He reaches the steel steps and ascends them methodically, each step echoing through the arena as the chorus of "This Time It's Different" crescendos.
Peter Vaughn enters the ring and heads straight to the center, where he raises the International Championship high above his head. The lights flash brightly, and a pyrotechnic burst erupts from the ring posts, punctuating his reign as champion.
Peter Vaughn, clad in his signature mechanic’s jumpsuit, complete with patches and grease stains, maneuvers the classic truck down the ramp. The arena lights flicker in sync with the beat of the music, adding to the dramatic effect of his arrival.
As the truck nears the ring, Vaughn parks it with precision, the engine idling menacingly. He steps out of the driver's seat, the crowd cheering wildly. He pauses for a moment, running a hand over the hood of the Highboy, acknowledging the vehicle as an extension of his persona.
With a confident stride, Vaughn walks around the truck, making his way towards the ring. The camera captures the determined look on his face, his eyes focused and intense. He reaches the steel steps and ascends them methodically, each step echoing through the arena as the chorus of "This Time It's Different" crescendos.
Peter Vaughn enters the ring and heads straight to the center, where he raises the International Championship high above his head. The lights flash brightly, and a pyrotechnic burst erupts from the ring posts, punctuating his reign as champion.
The music begins to fade, but the crowd's boos do not. Vaughn walks to one of the corners, leaning against the turnbuckle with a confident smirk, surveying the crowd and his opponent with a mechanic’s keen eye.*
DING! DING! DING!
*Vaughn and Junko slowly walk towards one another until they stand face to face in the middle of the ring. Vaughn and Junko stare at one another, neither one of them moving a muscle, which causes the fans to begin cheering louder and louder. As the fans cheer Vaughn smiles and nods his head as he takes a step back. Junko snarls as she nods her head and steps back as well. They both then step forward and lock up.
Vaughn begins to get the upper hand being the bigger of the two, Vaughn begins to drive Junko back into the corner, but before she is back into the corner Junko sticks her leg back, stopping herself with her boot against the middle turnbuckle. Junko uses her leg to push off the turnbuckle and gain momentum to shove Vaughn back.
Junko is driving Vaughn back when Vaughn drops to a knee stopping Junko. Vaughn powers up to his feet and arm drags Junko out of the collar and elbow tie. Junko and Vaughn both quickly roll to their feet, but with Vaughn being up first he charges at Junko, but Junko catches him coming in with a Japanese arm drag. Vaughn and Junko both spin to their feet and square up bringing on a round of cheers from the crowd. *
Markson: This match is already starting with all the makings of a classic.
Napier: It won’t be long enough to be a classic, because Peter Vaughn is about to put Junko Souma away.
*Vaughn and Junko circle around each other once more and go to lock up once more. This time Junko ducks under the lockup, grabbing Vaughn by the waist. Junko pulls Vaughn into a headlock. Vaughn grabs the hands of Junko and powers out of the headlock into a top wristlock. Junko backflips out of the top wristlock landing on her feet, and transitioning into a hammerlock.
Vaughn counters out of the hammerlock by spinning and dropping, taking Junko down with a drop toehold. Vaughn spins around into a headlock on Junko. Junko works to her feet, then spins her body, and pops her head out of the back of Vaughn’s arms countering the headlock into a hammerlock. Vaughn counters with a cartwheel and then spins around into a wristlock on Junko.
Junko does a forward roll, then rolls onto her back does a kip up to her feet, and then counters into a wristlock. Junko runs to the corner running up the turnbuckles, then drops into a seated position on the top rope, flipping backward, landing on her feet and arm dragging Vaughn across the ring. Vaughn lands and backs into the corner as Junko stands ready to fight in the middle of the ring and the crowd roars for her. *
Markson: INCREDIBLE! Junko Souma is pulling out all the stops here tonight.
Napier: She’s going to have to bring everything she has and then some if Junko thinks she can beat Peter Vaughn.
*Vaughn stands up and moves in for a lock-up, and Junko goes to meet him, but Vaughn stops short and plants a boot into the stomach of Junko. Vaughn grabs Junko by the head and begins to run her into the turnbuckles to slam her head into them, but Junko puts her boot up stopping it. Junko throws an elbow into the chest of Vaughn breaking his hold. Junko then grabs Vaughn by the head and slams his head into the top turnbuckle.
Vaughn falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Vaughn begins walking around on the outside of the ring rubbing his head and jawing with the fans. Vaughn ignores Junko and Ref Mullet until Junko shakes her head and anger and runs across the ring, diving through the ropes with a suicide dive onto Vaughn, dropping him to the ground.
Junko jumps to her feet and the crowd roars for her with cheers. *
Markson: Junko Souma is a woman determined and a woman on fire right now.
Napier: Peter Vaughn comes alive in the second half. This match is a marathon, not a sprint.
*Junko turns back to Vaughn who is staggering to his feet, and as Junko goes for Vaughn he grabs her by the waistband and falls back throwing Junko into the Japanese announcer's table. Junko’s chest slams into the edge of the commentary table with hard force. Vaughn gets to his feet, grabs Junko by the head, and slams her head into the commentary table.
Vaughn grabs Junko by the hair and rolls her back into the ring. Vaughn hops to the apron and begins climbing up the turnbuckles to the top rope. Vaughn waits as Junko begins climbing to her feet, and once Junko is up Vaughn leaps off with a Missile Dropkick, but Junko sees him coming and catches Vaughn's leg and drops him to the mat on his back. Junko spreads Vaughn’s legs, leaps up, and comes down with a stomp into the lower stomach of Vaughn.
Junko holds onto the legs of Vaughn and goes right into a sharpshooter. Junko arches back and drops her hips locking the sharpshooter in deep. Vaughn shrieks in pain as he reaches for the ropes, but is too far away. Vaughn digs his hands into the mat and begins to drag himself across the mat. Vaughn reaches out again and grabs the bottom rope, causing Ref Mullet to call for a break. *
Markson: Junko Souma really did a number on Peter Vaughn with that sharpshooter.
Napier: Vaughn got out of it though didn’t he?
Markson: Of course he did, but it certainly wore him down.
Napier: You can’t wear down the International champion.
*Junko breaks the hold but stays on Vaughn, hammering him with three hard forearm strikes. Junko then whips Vaughn into the corner. Junko charges in, leaps, and nails Vaughn with a hip attack. Junko steps out and turns as Vaughn staggers out of the corner. Junko grabs Vaughn's head, runs up the turnbuckles, spins around, and drops Vaughn with a tornado DDT.
Junko rolls up to her feet and moves to the corner. Junko climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with the Chocobo Sunrise (Sloppy Moonsault), but Vaughn rolls out of the way into the corner. Junko sees him move and lands on her feet. Vaughn pulls himself up and turns around right into a Shotgun Dropkick from Junko that rocks him into the corner.
Junko rolls up to her feet as Vaughn staggers forward and falls to the mat. Junko points to the corner and the crowd cheers as Junko goes back to the corner. Junko climbs to the top rope and comes off with another Chocobo Sunrise (Sloppy Moonsault) across the back of Vaughn. Junko grabs Vaughn and rolls him over for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, CLOSE FALL!
Napier: It wasn’t close, Peter Vaughn could have kicked out later if he wanted to but he was just taking a rest.
Markson: Be realistic.
*Junko stands up pulling Vaughn by the head, shoving his head between her legs. Junko begins to lift Vaughn, but he kicks his feet hard coming back down to his feet. Vaughn's back body drops Junko, sending her over the top rope, but Junko is able to hook the top rope and land on the apron. Vaughn spins around and is nailed with a forearm shot from Junko that rocks him.
Junko runs to the turnbuckle and quickly climbs up. Junko leaps off the top going for Face Full of Ace (Top Rope Hip Attack), but Vaughn rolls under Junko before she lands. Vaughn rolls right up to his feet, while Junko lands on hers. Junko begins to charge at Vaughn and Vaughn hops to the middle rope and comes off with a turnaround crossbody.
Vaughn hits Junko knocking her to the mat, but Junko rolls through coming to her feet with Vaughn at her feet. Junko jumps up and comes down with a double stomp, but Vaughn rolls out of the way. Junko lands on her feet a bit wobbly as Vaughn gets to his feet. Vaughn comes charging with a sling blade, but Junko backflips through it coming back to her feet as Vaughn lands on the mat but back rolls to his feet.
Junko charges at the standing Vaughn with a spin kick, but Vaughn ducks and catches Junko with a Handstand Headscissors Takedown that sends Junko falling through the ropes to the apron. Junko quickly pulls herself up to her feet, but as she does Vaughn spears Junko through the ropes and they both go flying off the apron and crashing into the security railing. *
Markson: OH MY! Hard crash landing for both Junko Souma and Peter Vaughn.
Napier: I think it was worse for Junko, but Vaughn definitely took a bad spill there as well.
Markson: It looks like Ref Mullet has no choice but to start his count.
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Markson: Peter Vaughn is getting to his feet, but Junko Souma isn’t far behind him.
Napier: Peter Vaughn will take her back down though.
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*Vaughn gets to his feet and sees Junko getting to hers. Vaughn heads for the ring, but as he does Junko grabs him and throws him back into the railing. *
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*Junko nails Vaughn with a forearm smash. Vaughn strikes back with a knee strike to the chest. *
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*Vaughn goes to slide into the ring, but as he does Junko grabs him by the leg and pulls him out of the ring. *
10!!!
Markson: WHAT! UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: A TIE!?!
*The crowd boos as the bell begins to ring as Ref Mullet is signaling for a double countout. *
Steve Cotton: This match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT….
*Ref Mullet jumps out of the ring and begins whispering into the ear of Steve Cotton. Cotton nods his head and says “are you sure?”. Ref Mullet nods his head and then heads back into the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Senior Referee Mike Mullet has just informed me he was been given word from the back that in this match, THERE MUST BE A WINNER! This match is now NO COUNTOUT!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! NO! PETER VAUGHN ALREADY GOT THE TIE!!!
Markson: The Thunderamaniacs deserve a winner Nick,
Napier: They deserve nothing.
*Vaughn and Junko stare at each other, then snarl, and begin hammering each other with right hands. Vaughn gets knocked backward by one and as Junko comes closer Vaughn nails a kick to the stomach on her. Vaughn grabs Junko by the hair and throws her onto the Japanese announce table. Ref Mullet jumps out of the ring and begins yelling at Vaughn, but Vaughn pushes past him and heads for Junko.
Junko sees Vaughn coming grabs a can of Prime from the table and throws it into the face of Vaughn. This blinds Vaughn long enough for Junko to get to her feet. Junko leaps off the table catching Vaughn with a Hurricanrana, taking him down to the ground. Junko climbs to her feet, grabs Vaughn, and rolls Vaughn into the ring.
*Vaughn and Junko slowly walk towards one another until they stand face to face in the middle of the ring. Vaughn and Junko stare at one another, neither one of them moving a muscle, which causes the fans to begin cheering louder and louder. As the fans cheer Vaughn smiles and nods his head as he takes a step back. Junko snarls as she nods her head and steps back as well. They both then step forward and lock up.
Vaughn begins to get the upper hand being the bigger of the two, Vaughn begins to drive Junko back into the corner, but before she is back into the corner Junko sticks her leg back, stopping herself with her boot against the middle turnbuckle. Junko uses her leg to push off the turnbuckle and gain momentum to shove Vaughn back.
Junko is driving Vaughn back when Vaughn drops to a knee stopping Junko. Vaughn powers up to his feet and arm drags Junko out of the collar and elbow tie. Junko and Vaughn both quickly roll to their feet, but with Vaughn being up first he charges at Junko, but Junko catches him coming in with a Japanese arm drag. Vaughn and Junko both spin to their feet and square up bringing on a round of cheers from the crowd. *
Markson: This match is already starting with all the makings of a classic.
Napier: It won’t be long enough to be a classic, because Peter Vaughn is about to put Junko Souma away.
*Vaughn and Junko circle around each other once more and go to lock up once more. This time Junko ducks under the lockup, grabbing Vaughn by the waist. Junko pulls Vaughn into a headlock. Vaughn grabs the hands of Junko and powers out of the headlock into a top wristlock. Junko backflips out of the top wristlock landing on her feet, and transitioning into a hammerlock.
Vaughn counters out of the hammerlock by spinning and dropping, taking Junko down with a drop toehold. Vaughn spins around into a headlock on Junko. Junko works to her feet, then spins her body, and pops her head out of the back of Vaughn’s arms countering the headlock into a hammerlock. Vaughn counters with a cartwheel and then spins around into a wristlock on Junko.
Junko does a forward roll, then rolls onto her back does a kip up to her feet, and then counters into a wristlock. Junko runs to the corner running up the turnbuckles, then drops into a seated position on the top rope, flipping backward, landing on her feet and arm dragging Vaughn across the ring. Vaughn lands and backs into the corner as Junko stands ready to fight in the middle of the ring and the crowd roars for her. *
Markson: INCREDIBLE! Junko Souma is pulling out all the stops here tonight.
Napier: She’s going to have to bring everything she has and then some if Junko thinks she can beat Peter Vaughn.
*Vaughn stands up and moves in for a lock-up, and Junko goes to meet him, but Vaughn stops short and plants a boot into the stomach of Junko. Vaughn grabs Junko by the head and begins to run her into the turnbuckles to slam her head into them, but Junko puts her boot up stopping it. Junko throws an elbow into the chest of Vaughn breaking his hold. Junko then grabs Vaughn by the head and slams his head into the top turnbuckle.
Vaughn falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Vaughn begins walking around on the outside of the ring rubbing his head and jawing with the fans. Vaughn ignores Junko and Ref Mullet until Junko shakes her head and anger and runs across the ring, diving through the ropes with a suicide dive onto Vaughn, dropping him to the ground.
Junko jumps to her feet and the crowd roars for her with cheers. *
Markson: Junko Souma is a woman determined and a woman on fire right now.
Napier: Peter Vaughn comes alive in the second half. This match is a marathon, not a sprint.
*Junko turns back to Vaughn who is staggering to his feet, and as Junko goes for Vaughn he grabs her by the waistband and falls back throwing Junko into the Japanese announcer's table. Junko’s chest slams into the edge of the commentary table with hard force. Vaughn gets to his feet, grabs Junko by the head, and slams her head into the commentary table.
Vaughn grabs Junko by the hair and rolls her back into the ring. Vaughn hops to the apron and begins climbing up the turnbuckles to the top rope. Vaughn waits as Junko begins climbing to her feet, and once Junko is up Vaughn leaps off with a Missile Dropkick, but Junko sees him coming and catches Vaughn's leg and drops him to the mat on his back. Junko spreads Vaughn’s legs, leaps up, and comes down with a stomp into the lower stomach of Vaughn.
Junko holds onto the legs of Vaughn and goes right into a sharpshooter. Junko arches back and drops her hips locking the sharpshooter in deep. Vaughn shrieks in pain as he reaches for the ropes, but is too far away. Vaughn digs his hands into the mat and begins to drag himself across the mat. Vaughn reaches out again and grabs the bottom rope, causing Ref Mullet to call for a break. *
Markson: Junko Souma really did a number on Peter Vaughn with that sharpshooter.
Napier: Vaughn got out of it though didn’t he?
Markson: Of course he did, but it certainly wore him down.
Napier: You can’t wear down the International champion.
*Junko breaks the hold but stays on Vaughn, hammering him with three hard forearm strikes. Junko then whips Vaughn into the corner. Junko charges in, leaps, and nails Vaughn with a hip attack. Junko steps out and turns as Vaughn staggers out of the corner. Junko grabs Vaughn's head, runs up the turnbuckles, spins around, and drops Vaughn with a tornado DDT.
Junko rolls up to her feet and moves to the corner. Junko climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with the Chocobo Sunrise (Sloppy Moonsault), but Vaughn rolls out of the way into the corner. Junko sees him move and lands on her feet. Vaughn pulls himself up and turns around right into a Shotgun Dropkick from Junko that rocks him into the corner.
Junko rolls up to her feet as Vaughn staggers forward and falls to the mat. Junko points to the corner and the crowd cheers as Junko goes back to the corner. Junko climbs to the top rope and comes off with another Chocobo Sunrise (Sloppy Moonsault) across the back of Vaughn. Junko grabs Vaughn and rolls him over for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, CLOSE FALL!
Napier: It wasn’t close, Peter Vaughn could have kicked out later if he wanted to but he was just taking a rest.
Markson: Be realistic.
*Junko stands up pulling Vaughn by the head, shoving his head between her legs. Junko begins to lift Vaughn, but he kicks his feet hard coming back down to his feet. Vaughn's back body drops Junko, sending her over the top rope, but Junko is able to hook the top rope and land on the apron. Vaughn spins around and is nailed with a forearm shot from Junko that rocks him.
Junko runs to the turnbuckle and quickly climbs up. Junko leaps off the top going for Face Full of Ace (Top Rope Hip Attack), but Vaughn rolls under Junko before she lands. Vaughn rolls right up to his feet, while Junko lands on hers. Junko begins to charge at Vaughn and Vaughn hops to the middle rope and comes off with a turnaround crossbody.
Vaughn hits Junko knocking her to the mat, but Junko rolls through coming to her feet with Vaughn at her feet. Junko jumps up and comes down with a double stomp, but Vaughn rolls out of the way. Junko lands on her feet a bit wobbly as Vaughn gets to his feet. Vaughn comes charging with a sling blade, but Junko backflips through it coming back to her feet as Vaughn lands on the mat but back rolls to his feet.
Junko charges at the standing Vaughn with a spin kick, but Vaughn ducks and catches Junko with a Handstand Headscissors Takedown that sends Junko falling through the ropes to the apron. Junko quickly pulls herself up to her feet, but as she does Vaughn spears Junko through the ropes and they both go flying off the apron and crashing into the security railing. *
Markson: OH MY! Hard crash landing for both Junko Souma and Peter Vaughn.
Napier: I think it was worse for Junko, but Vaughn definitely took a bad spill there as well.
Markson: It looks like Ref Mullet has no choice but to start his count.
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Markson: Peter Vaughn is getting to his feet, but Junko Souma isn’t far behind him.
Napier: Peter Vaughn will take her back down though.
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*Vaughn gets to his feet and sees Junko getting to hers. Vaughn heads for the ring, but as he does Junko grabs him and throws him back into the railing. *
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*Junko nails Vaughn with a forearm smash. Vaughn strikes back with a knee strike to the chest. *
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*Vaughn goes to slide into the ring, but as he does Junko grabs him by the leg and pulls him out of the ring. *
10!!!
Markson: WHAT! UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: A TIE!?!
*The crowd boos as the bell begins to ring as Ref Mullet is signaling for a double countout. *
Steve Cotton: This match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT….
*Ref Mullet jumps out of the ring and begins whispering into the ear of Steve Cotton. Cotton nods his head and says “are you sure?”. Ref Mullet nods his head and then heads back into the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Senior Referee Mike Mullet has just informed me he was been given word from the back that in this match, THERE MUST BE A WINNER! This match is now NO COUNTOUT!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! NO! PETER VAUGHN ALREADY GOT THE TIE!!!
Markson: The Thunderamaniacs deserve a winner Nick,
Napier: They deserve nothing.
*Vaughn and Junko stare at each other, then snarl, and begin hammering each other with right hands. Vaughn gets knocked backward by one and as Junko comes closer Vaughn nails a kick to the stomach on her. Vaughn grabs Junko by the hair and throws her onto the Japanese announce table. Ref Mullet jumps out of the ring and begins yelling at Vaughn, but Vaughn pushes past him and heads for Junko.
Junko sees Vaughn coming grabs a can of Prime from the table and throws it into the face of Vaughn. This blinds Vaughn long enough for Junko to get to her feet. Junko leaps off the table catching Vaughn with a Hurricanrana, taking him down to the ground. Junko climbs to her feet, grabs Vaughn, and rolls Vaughn into the ring.
Junko hops onto the apron and moves to the corner. Junko climbs to the top rope as Vaughn gets to his feet. As Vaughn gets up, Junko leaps off the top rope with a Diving Crossbody taking Vaughn down and hooking his leg for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: CLOSE KICKOUT!
Napier: This match shouldn’t even be going on right now, it already ended as a tie.
Markson: THERE MUST BE A WINNER!!!
*Junko rolls up to her feet and grabs Vaughn by the head. Junko goes behind Vaughn hooking him for the Bloody Rainmaker (Ripcord Lariat). Junko spins Vaughn around and goes for the lariat, but Vaughn ducks under catching Junko’s arm as he does. Vaughn spins Junko around by the arm and goes for The Key Holder (Ripcord DDT), but Junko counters by catching Vaughn with the Death Roll (Roll-through Spear) knocking Vaughn out of the ring, and she goes tumbling out with him.
Both Junko and Vaughn tumble to the floor on the outside. Ref Mullet hops out of the ring to check on them, and first Vaughn shoves him away. Mullet goes to check on Junko and she shoves him away as well. Vaughn and Junko charge at each other and begin trading punches again. Ref Mullet moves in trying to get them to separate and return to the ring, but neither competitor listens to him.
Ref Mullet tries to get between them and separate them, but both Vaughn and Junko shove Ref Mullet away, causing him to fall onto the announce table. Ref Mullet looks furious and calls for the bell. *
Napier: YES! A TIE! Peter Vaugh is still champion.
Markson: Not like this, we can’t end RetroMania like this.
Steve Cotton: This match has been ruled a DOUBLE DISQUAL…
*Steve Cotton stops talking as he presses the earpiece in his ear harder into his ear. Cotton nods his head and then holds the mic up. *
Steve Cotton: I have just been informed that this match is now… NO DISQUALIFICATION!!! THERE MUUUUSSSTTTT BE A WINNNEEEERRRR!!!
*Ref Mullet shakes his head and moves back to the action where Junko has just knocked Vaughn down with a spinning back kick. Vaughn falls to the mat, and begins to scoot himself backward on the ground as Junko comes closer. Vaughn reaches under the ring, then swings from under it a mop handle that cracks Junko in the side of the knee.
Junko falls to her knee clutching it, as Vaughn scrambles ot his feet. Vaughn lifts the the handle and brings it down, snapping it over the head of Junko. Junko falls to the groun clutching her head while Vaughn takes a moment to soak in the boos from the crowd. *
Markson: Normally I’d say that a no disquallification scenerio would benefit Peter Vaughn, but Junko Souma has proven herself to be the MOST hardcore individual that Thunder Pro has ever seen.
Napier: Junko doesn’t look to hardcore lying flat on her back with a pop-knot forming on her head.
*Vaughn moves over to the Japanese announce desk and clears it off, he tosses on of the large box monitors to the side, and then grabs the second one. Vaughn smirks at the monitor and then turns back to face Junko. Junko begins pushing herself to her feet when Vaughn charges and nails Junko in the head with the monitor. Junko hits the mat again, and Vaughn lifts the monitor up over his head and slams it down into the stomach of Junko.
Vaughn continues his assault, grabbing Junko by the legs and dragging her toward the Japanese announce table. Vaughn drops the legs of Junko and grabs her by the head and begins pulling he ruop by the head. As Junko gets to her feet she throws a shoulder into the stomach of Vaughn driving him back into the edge of the table.
Junko nails Vaughn with a forearm to the jaw that rocks Vaughn further. Junko takes a step backward and then moves in with a superkick, but Vaughn catches her leg ad spins Junko around, catching her and giving her a release back suplex onto the announce table, dropping Junko on her head.
Vaughn grabs Junko and rolls her onto her back on the table. Vaughn then turns to the ring and hops to the apron. Vaughn moves to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top rope. Vaughn steadies himself on the top rope and then leaps off with The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop) from the top rope to the commentary table on the outside. Vaughn lands flush on Junko, crashing both through the commentary table. The crowd comes to their feet and are roaring. *
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Markson: HOLY SH*T!
Napier: HOLY SH*T, ONLY PETER VAUGHN COULD DO THAT!!!
Markson: I have to admit that was quite impressive, Peter Vaughn may be unlikeable, but he is one of the best to ever do it.
*Vaughn grabs the security railing and begins using it to help himself up as Junko lays cold in the broken heap of the table. Vaughn gets to his feet and holds his tailbone for a moment before reaching down and grabbing Junko by the hair. Vaughn pulls Junko up and rolls her into the ring. Vaughn rolls in as well, and then crawls on top of her for a pin.
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: YES!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: NO! NO! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE.
*Vaughn is in shock as he looks at Ref Mullet who holds up two fingers. Vaughn pulls himself to his feet and looks down at Junko who still lays on the mat with her arm in the air. Vaughn gives Junko a hard stomp, but then holds his tailbone in pain after doing so. Vaughn looks over at the corner and smirks before heading for it while holding his tailbone.
Vaughn climbs the turnbuckles, moving slower this time as his tailbone is still bothering him. Vaughn gets to the top and then leaps off with again taking The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop), but Junko rolls out of the way and Vaughn crash lands on the mat. Vaughn rolls around holding is tailbone while Junko pulls herself up in the corner. Vaughn rolls up to his knee holding his tailbone, and as soon as he does Junko comes out of the corner nailing Vaughn with the Bloody Warlock (Shining Wizard). Junko falls on top of Vaughn for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Napier: YES!!!
Markson: Huge kickout by Peter Vaughn, I thought we had ourselves a new International Champion.
Napier: No way, it’s going to take a lot more than that to beat Peter Vaughn, way more than Junko Souma has.
*Junko pushes herself to her feet and grabs Vaughn by the head. Junko pulls Vaughn up and hooks him for the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99), as Junko begins to hook Vaughn, Vaughn catches Junko in a inside cradle.
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KICKOUT!!!
Both Junko and Vaughn begin getting to their feet when Vaughn spins in a cartwheel into a Handstand Headscissors Takedown sending Junko falling throat first across the middle rope. Vaughn spins up to his feet and charges into the ropes with a Tiger Feint Kick, but Junjko catches Vaughn’s legs and swings him to his bac. Junko begins going for a sharpshooter, but as she does Vaughn shoves Junko backward with his legs sending her into the turnbuckles.
Vaughn rolls to his feet, but as he does Junko hops onto the second rope, sitting on the top turnbuckle. Vaughn charges in at her, but Junko gets a boot up catching Vaughn. Junko grabs Vaughn by the head and goes for a tornado DDT. As they spins around Vaughn throws Junko off, and she lands on her feet. Vaughn charges going for a clothesline, but Junko ducks. Junko charges and hops onto the second turnbuckle with her back to Vaughn. Junko jumps and spins around at Vaughn, but Vaughn is there and catches Junko in mid-air with Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring). *
Markson: Peter Vaughn with a big dropkick that sends Junko Souma falling out of the ring.
Napier: That ring is Peter Vaughn’s, he has proven to be the creme de’la creme of Thunder Pro Wrestling.
*Vaughn rolls out of the ring and grabs Junko as she starts to push herself up. Vaughn whips Junko into the steel steps where Junko hits them so hard the top step falls off of the bottom one. Vaughn grabs Junko by the hair and pulls her by the head into position for a powerbomb. Vaughn lifts Junko up and powerbombs her down onto the bottom ring step.
Vaughn grabs Junko by the head and pulls her up before rolling her into the ring. Vaughn rolls into the ring as well and backs into the corner waiting for Junko to get up. As Junko starts to stagger to her feet Vaughn comes from behind and drops her with Revenged (Zig Zag). Vaughn rolls on top of Junko and makes the pin. *
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FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Markson: AND SOMEHOW JUNKO SOUMA STAYS IN IT!!!
Napier: Just stay down Junko. Save yourself a lifetime of pain and STAY DOWN!!!
*Vaughn shakes his head and rolls out of the ring as Junko lies lifeless on the mat. Vaughn goes under the ring and pulls out a massive ladder. Vaughn hoists the giant ladder up and sets it up, taking a good bit of time to get the eighteen-foot ladder set up outside of the ring. After setting the ladder up Vaughn turns around right into a suicide dive from Junko who nails Vaughn, sending him flying backward into the security railing.
Junko pushes herself to her feet as the crowd roars with cheers for her. Vaughn steps forward and goes for a hook, but Junko ducks under catching Vaughn’s arm. Junko spins Vaughn around and nails him with the Bloody Rainmaker (Ripcord Lariat). Junko holds onto Vaughn’s arm and doesn’t let him fall. Junko spins Vaughn around and lifts him up from behind in an inverted fireman’s carry. Junko takes four quick steps near the steel stairs and drops Vaughn with a burning hammer across the top ring step.
Junko pulls Vaughn up and rolls him into the ring. Junko rolls into the ring and crawls over to pin Vaughn. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: WHAT!?! UNBELIEVABLE!?!
Napier: YES! THAT’S MY CHAMPION!!!
*Junko rolls to a seated position and looks bewildered at Vaughn kicking out. Junko rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring. Junko emerges from the ring with a table, bringing the crowd to their feet with cheers. Junko sets the table up underneath the ladder, and then looks at the ring where Vaughn is starting to stir.
Junko grits her teeth and rolls back into the ring moving in toward Vaughn. Junko grabs Vaughn by the head and begins dragging him toward the ropes, ready to toss him out of the ring onto the table. As they get by the ropes, Vaughn reaches up grabs Junko by the hair, and then drops with a Sitout Jawbreaker. Junko falls backward, going through the rope and landing on the table.
Vaughn gives an evil grin and steps out of the ring onto the apron. Vaughn steps onto the ladder and begins climbing up. *
Markson: What is Peter Vaughn thinking? He’s climbing this massive ladder right in front of us.
Napier: Clearly he is about to jump off onto Junko and put her through that table. Junko is about to take The Plunge from the top of that eighteen-foot ladder.
Markson: It looks like Junko is stirring, and Vaughn has been moving slowly himself.
Napier: Don’t you be putting a curse on Peter Vaughn.
*Junko rolls over on the table and grabs the bottom of the ladder. Vaughn is struggling as he climbs, holding his tailbone as he looks down at Junko climbing up the other side of the ladder. Vaughn and Junko continue to climb with Vaughn getting to the top first. As Junko gets close Vaughn grabs her by the head and slams her head into the ladder. Junko is stunned and almost falls off, but keeps a firm grip.
Junko responds with a straight punch through the rungs of the ladder, nailing Vaughn in the crotch. Vaughn's feet fall off the ladder, but he holds himself onto the ladder with his arms. Junko climbs higher up the ladder standing over Vaughn. Junko reaches down, grabs Vaughn by the head, and pulls him up the ladder.
As Junko is pulling Vaughn up, Vaughn throws an elbow to the jaw of Junko, Vaughn steps up so that he and Junko are now standing on the top rungs. Vaughn hooks Junko for a vertical suplex, but as he tries to lift her, she holds onto the top of the ladder with her free hand to stop him. Junko fires an uppercut to the jaw of Vaughn rocking him. Junko fires three more hard uppercuts and then hooks Vaughn.
Junko steps up to the very top of the ladder as she lifts Vaughn, and then leaps off the ladder. Junko brings Vaughn from the very top of the eighteen-foot ladder, crashing through the announcers' desk with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). *
Markson: LOOK OUT!!!
Napier: NO! THIS IS MURDER!!! JUNKO SOUMA JUST KILLED PETER VAUGHN!!!
Markson: JNK DRIVER OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER, THROUGH OUR TABLE!!!
*Neither Junko nor Vaughn move, both lay in a heap on the shattered table. Ref Mullet begins to start a count but then stops as he remembers there must be a winner. Junko rolls over, putting her arms across Vaughn's chest. Ref Mullet looks at Steve Cotton and says something, and Cotton nods his head. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentlemen, since there must be a winner, this match is now… FALL COUNT ANYWHERE!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! NO, THIS IS BULL CRAP!!!
Markson: MAKE THE COUNT!!!
*Junko crawls on top of Vaughn with her chest on his and Ref Mullet drops to make the count. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: CLOSE KICKOUT!
Napier: This match shouldn’t even be going on right now, it already ended as a tie.
Markson: THERE MUST BE A WINNER!!!
*Junko rolls up to her feet and grabs Vaughn by the head. Junko goes behind Vaughn hooking him for the Bloody Rainmaker (Ripcord Lariat). Junko spins Vaughn around and goes for the lariat, but Vaughn ducks under catching Junko’s arm as he does. Vaughn spins Junko around by the arm and goes for The Key Holder (Ripcord DDT), but Junko counters by catching Vaughn with the Death Roll (Roll-through Spear) knocking Vaughn out of the ring, and she goes tumbling out with him.
Both Junko and Vaughn tumble to the floor on the outside. Ref Mullet hops out of the ring to check on them, and first Vaughn shoves him away. Mullet goes to check on Junko and she shoves him away as well. Vaughn and Junko charge at each other and begin trading punches again. Ref Mullet moves in trying to get them to separate and return to the ring, but neither competitor listens to him.
Ref Mullet tries to get between them and separate them, but both Vaughn and Junko shove Ref Mullet away, causing him to fall onto the announce table. Ref Mullet looks furious and calls for the bell. *
Napier: YES! A TIE! Peter Vaugh is still champion.
Markson: Not like this, we can’t end RetroMania like this.
Steve Cotton: This match has been ruled a DOUBLE DISQUAL…
*Steve Cotton stops talking as he presses the earpiece in his ear harder into his ear. Cotton nods his head and then holds the mic up. *
Steve Cotton: I have just been informed that this match is now… NO DISQUALIFICATION!!! THERE MUUUUSSSTTTT BE A WINNNEEEERRRR!!!
*Ref Mullet shakes his head and moves back to the action where Junko has just knocked Vaughn down with a spinning back kick. Vaughn falls to the mat, and begins to scoot himself backward on the ground as Junko comes closer. Vaughn reaches under the ring, then swings from under it a mop handle that cracks Junko in the side of the knee.
Junko falls to her knee clutching it, as Vaughn scrambles ot his feet. Vaughn lifts the the handle and brings it down, snapping it over the head of Junko. Junko falls to the groun clutching her head while Vaughn takes a moment to soak in the boos from the crowd. *
Markson: Normally I’d say that a no disquallification scenerio would benefit Peter Vaughn, but Junko Souma has proven herself to be the MOST hardcore individual that Thunder Pro has ever seen.
Napier: Junko doesn’t look to hardcore lying flat on her back with a pop-knot forming on her head.
*Vaughn moves over to the Japanese announce desk and clears it off, he tosses on of the large box monitors to the side, and then grabs the second one. Vaughn smirks at the monitor and then turns back to face Junko. Junko begins pushing herself to her feet when Vaughn charges and nails Junko in the head with the monitor. Junko hits the mat again, and Vaughn lifts the monitor up over his head and slams it down into the stomach of Junko.
Vaughn continues his assault, grabbing Junko by the legs and dragging her toward the Japanese announce table. Vaughn drops the legs of Junko and grabs her by the head and begins pulling he ruop by the head. As Junko gets to her feet she throws a shoulder into the stomach of Vaughn driving him back into the edge of the table.
Junko nails Vaughn with a forearm to the jaw that rocks Vaughn further. Junko takes a step backward and then moves in with a superkick, but Vaughn catches her leg ad spins Junko around, catching her and giving her a release back suplex onto the announce table, dropping Junko on her head.
Vaughn grabs Junko and rolls her onto her back on the table. Vaughn then turns to the ring and hops to the apron. Vaughn moves to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top rope. Vaughn steadies himself on the top rope and then leaps off with The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop) from the top rope to the commentary table on the outside. Vaughn lands flush on Junko, crashing both through the commentary table. The crowd comes to their feet and are roaring. *
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Markson: HOLY SH*T!
Napier: HOLY SH*T, ONLY PETER VAUGHN COULD DO THAT!!!
Markson: I have to admit that was quite impressive, Peter Vaughn may be unlikeable, but he is one of the best to ever do it.
*Vaughn grabs the security railing and begins using it to help himself up as Junko lays cold in the broken heap of the table. Vaughn gets to his feet and holds his tailbone for a moment before reaching down and grabbing Junko by the hair. Vaughn pulls Junko up and rolls her into the ring. Vaughn rolls in as well, and then crawls on top of her for a pin.
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: YES!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: NO! NO! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE.
*Vaughn is in shock as he looks at Ref Mullet who holds up two fingers. Vaughn pulls himself to his feet and looks down at Junko who still lays on the mat with her arm in the air. Vaughn gives Junko a hard stomp, but then holds his tailbone in pain after doing so. Vaughn looks over at the corner and smirks before heading for it while holding his tailbone.
Vaughn climbs the turnbuckles, moving slower this time as his tailbone is still bothering him. Vaughn gets to the top and then leaps off with again taking The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop), but Junko rolls out of the way and Vaughn crash lands on the mat. Vaughn rolls around holding is tailbone while Junko pulls herself up in the corner. Vaughn rolls up to his knee holding his tailbone, and as soon as he does Junko comes out of the corner nailing Vaughn with the Bloody Warlock (Shining Wizard). Junko falls on top of Vaughn for a pin. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Napier: YES!!!
Markson: Huge kickout by Peter Vaughn, I thought we had ourselves a new International Champion.
Napier: No way, it’s going to take a lot more than that to beat Peter Vaughn, way more than Junko Souma has.
*Junko pushes herself to her feet and grabs Vaughn by the head. Junko pulls Vaughn up and hooks him for the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99), as Junko begins to hook Vaughn, Vaughn catches Junko in a inside cradle.
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KICKOUT!!!
Both Junko and Vaughn begin getting to their feet when Vaughn spins in a cartwheel into a Handstand Headscissors Takedown sending Junko falling throat first across the middle rope. Vaughn spins up to his feet and charges into the ropes with a Tiger Feint Kick, but Junjko catches Vaughn’s legs and swings him to his bac. Junko begins going for a sharpshooter, but as she does Vaughn shoves Junko backward with his legs sending her into the turnbuckles.
Vaughn rolls to his feet, but as he does Junko hops onto the second rope, sitting on the top turnbuckle. Vaughn charges in at her, but Junko gets a boot up catching Vaughn. Junko grabs Vaughn by the head and goes for a tornado DDT. As they spins around Vaughn throws Junko off, and she lands on her feet. Vaughn charges going for a clothesline, but Junko ducks. Junko charges and hops onto the second turnbuckle with her back to Vaughn. Junko jumps and spins around at Vaughn, but Vaughn is there and catches Junko in mid-air with Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring). *
Markson: Peter Vaughn with a big dropkick that sends Junko Souma falling out of the ring.
Napier: That ring is Peter Vaughn’s, he has proven to be the creme de’la creme of Thunder Pro Wrestling.
*Vaughn rolls out of the ring and grabs Junko as she starts to push herself up. Vaughn whips Junko into the steel steps where Junko hits them so hard the top step falls off of the bottom one. Vaughn grabs Junko by the hair and pulls her by the head into position for a powerbomb. Vaughn lifts Junko up and powerbombs her down onto the bottom ring step.
Vaughn grabs Junko by the head and pulls her up before rolling her into the ring. Vaughn rolls into the ring as well and backs into the corner waiting for Junko to get up. As Junko starts to stagger to her feet Vaughn comes from behind and drops her with Revenged (Zig Zag). Vaughn rolls on top of Junko and makes the pin. *
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FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Markson: AND SOMEHOW JUNKO SOUMA STAYS IN IT!!!
Napier: Just stay down Junko. Save yourself a lifetime of pain and STAY DOWN!!!
*Vaughn shakes his head and rolls out of the ring as Junko lies lifeless on the mat. Vaughn goes under the ring and pulls out a massive ladder. Vaughn hoists the giant ladder up and sets it up, taking a good bit of time to get the eighteen-foot ladder set up outside of the ring. After setting the ladder up Vaughn turns around right into a suicide dive from Junko who nails Vaughn, sending him flying backward into the security railing.
Junko pushes herself to her feet as the crowd roars with cheers for her. Vaughn steps forward and goes for a hook, but Junko ducks under catching Vaughn’s arm. Junko spins Vaughn around and nails him with the Bloody Rainmaker (Ripcord Lariat). Junko holds onto Vaughn’s arm and doesn’t let him fall. Junko spins Vaughn around and lifts him up from behind in an inverted fireman’s carry. Junko takes four quick steps near the steel stairs and drops Vaughn with a burning hammer across the top ring step.
Junko pulls Vaughn up and rolls him into the ring. Junko rolls into the ring and crawls over to pin Vaughn. *
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KICKOUT!!!
Markson: WHAT!?! UNBELIEVABLE!?!
Napier: YES! THAT’S MY CHAMPION!!!
*Junko rolls to a seated position and looks bewildered at Vaughn kicking out. Junko rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring. Junko emerges from the ring with a table, bringing the crowd to their feet with cheers. Junko sets the table up underneath the ladder, and then looks at the ring where Vaughn is starting to stir.
Junko grits her teeth and rolls back into the ring moving in toward Vaughn. Junko grabs Vaughn by the head and begins dragging him toward the ropes, ready to toss him out of the ring onto the table. As they get by the ropes, Vaughn reaches up grabs Junko by the hair, and then drops with a Sitout Jawbreaker. Junko falls backward, going through the rope and landing on the table.
Vaughn gives an evil grin and steps out of the ring onto the apron. Vaughn steps onto the ladder and begins climbing up. *
Markson: What is Peter Vaughn thinking? He’s climbing this massive ladder right in front of us.
Napier: Clearly he is about to jump off onto Junko and put her through that table. Junko is about to take The Plunge from the top of that eighteen-foot ladder.
Markson: It looks like Junko is stirring, and Vaughn has been moving slowly himself.
Napier: Don’t you be putting a curse on Peter Vaughn.
*Junko rolls over on the table and grabs the bottom of the ladder. Vaughn is struggling as he climbs, holding his tailbone as he looks down at Junko climbing up the other side of the ladder. Vaughn and Junko continue to climb with Vaughn getting to the top first. As Junko gets close Vaughn grabs her by the head and slams her head into the ladder. Junko is stunned and almost falls off, but keeps a firm grip.
Junko responds with a straight punch through the rungs of the ladder, nailing Vaughn in the crotch. Vaughn's feet fall off the ladder, but he holds himself onto the ladder with his arms. Junko climbs higher up the ladder standing over Vaughn. Junko reaches down, grabs Vaughn by the head, and pulls him up the ladder.
As Junko is pulling Vaughn up, Vaughn throws an elbow to the jaw of Junko, Vaughn steps up so that he and Junko are now standing on the top rungs. Vaughn hooks Junko for a vertical suplex, but as he tries to lift her, she holds onto the top of the ladder with her free hand to stop him. Junko fires an uppercut to the jaw of Vaughn rocking him. Junko fires three more hard uppercuts and then hooks Vaughn.
Junko steps up to the very top of the ladder as she lifts Vaughn, and then leaps off the ladder. Junko brings Vaughn from the very top of the eighteen-foot ladder, crashing through the announcers' desk with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). *
Markson: LOOK OUT!!!
Napier: NO! THIS IS MURDER!!! JUNKO SOUMA JUST KILLED PETER VAUGHN!!!
Markson: JNK DRIVER OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER, THROUGH OUR TABLE!!!
*Neither Junko nor Vaughn move, both lay in a heap on the shattered table. Ref Mullet begins to start a count but then stops as he remembers there must be a winner. Junko rolls over, putting her arms across Vaughn's chest. Ref Mullet looks at Steve Cotton and says something, and Cotton nods his head. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentlemen, since there must be a winner, this match is now… FALL COUNT ANYWHERE!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! NO, THIS IS BULL CRAP!!!
Markson: MAKE THE COUNT!!!
*Junko crawls on top of Vaughn with her chest on his and Ref Mullet drops to make the count. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. AND NEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! JUUUUNNNNNKKKKOOOOO SOOOOUUUUUMMMMAAAA!!!
Napier: NA... NOOOOO!!!
Markson: THE JUNKO ERA IS NOW!!! A TRUE HOMEGRON STAR HAS CAPTURED THE TPW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIO!!!
Napier: She almost killed Peter Vaughn to do it.
Markson: I may not like Peter Vaugh, actually, I hate Peter Vaughn. BUT, Thunder Pro Wrestling would not be where it is without Peter Vaughn. Vaughn has been a pillar of TPW, but his torch has just been taken by Junko Souma.
*The shot focues on Junko who makes it to her feet and falls backward against the security railing. The railing and the fans hold Junko up as Ref Mullet presents her with the International championship. Junko begins to cry as she takes the championship and clutches it to her chest. The fans pat her on the back and hug her as Junko raises the International championship over her head and red pyro begins to shoot off around the arena. *
*The shot transitions to Greg The Owner Man and Thundering Terry Marshall standing and applauding from Greg's sky box. Greg and Terry turn to look at each other, both men holding by tears. *
Greg: Terry, you built something truly amazing in Thunder Pro.
Terry Marshall: It wasn't me brother. It was the roster and all the great Thunderamaniacs.
Greg: The ship can't sail itself Terry, so give yourself some credit.
Terry Marshall: I will admit that running Thunder Pro has been my favorite time in the sport. I'm a little sad my run is over.
Greg: I am too Terry, but our time is over, and it's time for new leadersip.
*Greg pulls a set of keys out of his pocket with a blue and yellow "TPW Keychain on them". Greg and Terry both look back at the camera, not into it, but past it as if looking at something off screen. Greg extends his arms out holding the keys out. A hand reaches into the shot and takes hold of the keys. *
Terry Marshall: Treat um right brother.
*Cut to black. *