Friday Night Fury 5/5/23

Friday Night Fury 5/5/23 May 5, 2023 16:04:14 GMT -5 The Malvado Brothers and jaycphoenix like this

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Post by Greg T.O.M on May 5, 2023 16:04:14 GMT -5

*The Friday Night Fury logo fades directory to Terry Marshall’s off, where Alexander Marshall is sitting at Terry’s desk. Alexander is shuffling through some paperwork when the office door flies open. Alexander throws the papers down on the desk as Kat Jones storms into the office catching Alexander off guard. *

KAT JONES: Two weeks ago was completely unacceptable and my client deserves a rematch for the title he NEVER lost!

*Alexander sits quietly listening to Kat. He leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other as he listens. *

KAT JONES: How TPW lets this BS stand is beyond me. Buster Gloves can’t win a match if his life depends on it, Larry Tact is a bum and the fact they were allowed to shift the rules to their favor is well, something they’d do because they’re not confident in their OWN abilities.

*Alexander raises up his hand cutting off Kat. Alexander sits back up. *

ALEXANDER MARSHALL: Hold on, Kat. Did Chris issue an open challenge?

KAT JONES: Yes… BUT never said it was for the title, that was your brother trying to pop a rating. My client merely said he wanted a competitive match over a glorified squash match. Those are the facts and TERRY elected to take those words and shift them. The way I see it is the only way to make this right is by adding Chris to the International Title match at Retro-Mania.

ALEXANDER MARSHALL: Well Kat, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this or not, but Thunder Pro Wrestling doesn’t have rematch clauses and Larry Tact did pin Buster Gloves to win the International Title.

*Kat scoffs as she states. *

KAT JONES: Convenient.

ALEXANDER MARSHALL: Say what you want about it, but your client has no legs to stand on in this one. If I do it for him I have to do it for others; and well, it’s not worth the headache.

*Kat leans forward, placing her hands on Marshall’s desk, and responds.*

KAT JONES: Well, I guess now is a good time to inform you of the court injunction that CCPE is filling. We are disputing this, and all CCPE talent contracts. With those contracts in dispute, it means that legally all CCPE-contracted talent would have to refrain from participating in RetroMania. That means no Peter Vaughn versus Terry Marshall.

ALEXANDER MARSHALL: FINE!

*Alexander stands up quickly, causing Kat to back away from the desk. Alexander leans forward, placing his fist on the desk. *

ALEXANDER MARSHALL: I’ll give Chris Page his rematch at RetroMania, but it is going to be Chris Page versus Larry Tact, NO! It will be Chris Page versus Larry Tact, versus Marcus Ka’Derrion in a three-way.

*Kat nods her head and smirks, but before she can reply Alexander continues. *

ALEXANDER MARSHALL: ANNNNDDDD!!! I’m making sure that there is NO INTERFERENCE! No CCPE, no Buster Gloves, NO ONE! Because this three-way will be fought inside the confines of… A STEEL CAGE! Not that mesh crap either, I’m talking big, blue, STEEL BARS!

*Kat goes to speak again when Alexander points his finger towards the door. Before Kat can say or do anything the scene cuts to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *

*The video fades to a live shot of the Lightning Plex, and pans around the crowd as "Thunder Struck" by AC/DC can be heard playing the in the arena. The crowd is on their feet and cheerng loudly as the camera pans around and begins focusing on individual sings. *

"DREAM WEAVERS, KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE"

"HOPE STARFIRE BROUGHT GARLIC"

"LIGHTS OUT FOR 999"

"VAUGHN IS RIGHT!"

"HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO"

"ALICE HAS A CEMETERY FETISH"

*The shot switches to the commentary desk where we see Harry "The Hairstyles" Hotcakes, and Mark Markson. *

Markson: WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHT FURY! Huge implications for RetroMania happening before the opening video package.

Hotcakes: That's right, big things poppen here tonight, and we are just getting started.

Markson: Speaking of getting started, let's get to our opening match.

Steve Cotton: The following contest is the DEBUT MATCH, for both contestant. Introducing first, weighing in at 135lbs, from Los Angeles, CA, this is THE DIAMOND, RUBY RAMIREZ!!!

*As the arena goes dark, the thumping beat of "I'm Good (Blue)" by David Guetta and Bebe Rexha starts to fill the air. Suddenly, a spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, and Ruby Ramirez steps into view.

Dressed in a flashy blue and black outfit, Ruby struts down the ramp, her hips moving to the rhythm of the music. She raises her hands in the air, encouraging the crowd to get on their feet and dance along.

As she reaches the ring, Ruby climbs onto the apron and leans over the top rope, blowing kisses to the adoring fans. She then climbs into the ring, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits for her opponent. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing her opponent, weighing in at 143lbs, from Bellevue, Washington, this is CASSANDRA IRVINE!!!

A fog begins to roll down the stage as the lights begin to strobe between pitch black darkness and dim light as the beginning of Big Bad Wolf begins to play. Imagery of a figure wearing a horror film style of mask appears on the screen, but disappears just as quickly.

Even in these chains, you can't stop me
Even in these chains, you can't stop me
Even in these chains, you can't stop me
Even in these chains, you can't stop me

As soon as the lyrics begin, the fog begins to engulf the stage, making visibility nigh on impossible as the lights continue to flash, followed by more images flashing between darkness and a woman wearing the mask.

Once upon a time
There was a nasty, little piggy filled with pride and greed
Once upon a time
There was an evil, little piggy typical disease
You see this little pig is slowly becoming my own worst enemy
You see this evil pig she's a blood, blood, blood sucking part of me

The fog begins to split as a figure can be seen walking through it. A black hood over her head and eyes only for the ring, paying no attention to the crowd. Continuing her measured walking, she raises her arms until they reach shoulder height before dropping them back down.

Everywhere I go, you go along with me (she said)
Everything you get, is all because of me (I said)
Everything I do, you do along with me (she said)
No matter where you run, you cannot hide from me

The lights begin to illuminate the path as the smoke parts as she wanders through it, clearing a path for her down the center of the ramp. Her eyes remain deathly focused on the ring as she raises her hands to slightly push the hood back and onto the floor. *

Markson: Cassandra Irvine has a massive height advantage in this one.

Hotcakes: I know, good thing this isn't basketball.

*The bell rings as the two lock up in a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Irvine uses her size advantage to force Ramirez back into the corner. The referee calls for a break which is made cleanly. They lock horns again in the middle of the ring. This time Ramirez locks in a hammerlock cinching down a couple times. Irvine swings an elbow at Ramirez but Ramirez ducks. The two competitors are now facing one another as Irvine hits a belly to belly suplex. She stays on the offensive attempting to lock in a Fujiwara armbar. Ramirez fights to the ropes.

The referee allows Ramirez to her feet. Ramirez uses her speed to hit a few strikes and kicks rocking Irvine back. Ramirez springboards off the ropes and wraps her legs around Irvine's neck and hits a quick head scissors takedown. She hops up to the top rope and flies down attempting the Diamond Bomb. Irvine rolls out of the way as Ramirez crashed down to the ground. Irvine goes for a quick pin. *

1..

2..

3…No!

Markson: Cassandra Irvine looking to get this one over with quick.

Hotcakes: Cassandra was taught that you don't get paid by the hour.

*Ramirez kicks out as Irvine again locks in a Fujiwara armbar. The referee check in on Ramirez as she refuses to quit. Ramirez fights out and kips up. Irvine gets up and runs at Ramirez with a clothesline. Ramirez ducks it. As Irvine turns around she is met with a super kick which rocks her back. She hits the ropes and rebounds before being met with a dropkick to the knees which brings her to a knee. Ramirez hits the ropes and hits a shining Wizard. She goes for a cover. *

1..

2..

3..No!

Markson: Oh, devastating shining wizard.

Hotcakes: Must not have been too devastating, it didn't put Irvine down.

*Irvine fights out and rolls out of the ring to catch her breath. Its not long before Ramirez springboards over the top and lands with a springboard shooting star on Irvine taking her to the ground. The fans cheer loudly as Ramirez rolls Irvine back in the ring. She follows her opponent and runs at Irvine as she attempts an arm drag. Irvine uses her size once again to stay up and not be taken down by the move. She lifts Ramirez up on her shoulders into a fireman's carry. She spins Ramirez and hits a neckbreaker out of it. Ramirez lays there catching her breath. Irvine locks in Hourglass her version of a Rear Naked Choke. The referee checks in on Ramirez who is seemingly out of sorts and fading. Ramirez gets her feet on the ropes and uses them to flip Irvine into a pin attempt.

1..

2..

3..NO!

Irvine fights out. Ramirez and Irvine both make it to their feet and Ramirez runs at Irvine. Irvine pops Ramirez up and hits a pop up powerbomb, a move she has dubbed Into the Grave. She isn't done as she lifts Ramirez up again into a fireman's carry this time turning it into a facebuster. WINTERFALL! Irvine quickly covers Ramirez. *

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2..

Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... CASSANDRA IRVINE!!!

*Irvine makes it to her feet as the referee holds her arm in the air in victory. The camera focuses on a proud Irvine as the scene fades to a commercial break. *

*The shot returns from the commercial break to a live shot of the arena. The Saxophone intro to “Careless Whisper” by Wham! plays as the TPW crowd rises to their feet. A spotlight shines on the entrance as TLS appears to a loud pop. *

Hotcakes: It looks like the TPW fans have taken a liking to TLS.

Markson: Maybe they like Wham!.

*TLS makes his way methodically down the aisle and into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring as the music fades. *

TLS: The last time you saw me here, I was bloodied by CJ O’donnell. (Crowd boos) I understand that I am in hostile territory. Most guys in the back seem to do their best to avoid me. I wonder if it’s this stigma around the OCW, or if they’re all just a bunch of assholes. But anyway, I came out here tonight because I wanted to introduce the TPW crowd to a friend of mine. It’s tough to show up to a new place with no friends. In fact I hear that nowadays in this business, you have to have friends in high places to get wins. (TLS starts to pace in the ring) So I’m bringing out my friend tonight and he’s here to watch my back. He’s a guy that always keeps a promise. And he’s promised me that if and when I need him, he’ll watch my back. This guy has won numerous titles and awards everywhere he’s gone.

*The crowd starts to chant PIC! PIC! PIC! *

Hotcakes: For those that don’t know their history, PIC and TLS came up through the business together. They’ve been allies and enemies. Their feuds in the IEW were legendary.

Markson: And just recently PIC inducted TLS into the OCW Hall of Fame. Although he did it via video since he was injured.

TLS: See I came to the TPW because it seemed like a place that was inviting. The fans are great, the management is great. My old friend told me he has been unhappy lately with things and is looking for a new place. So I sold him on the TPW. And tonight he makes his first appearance. So without further ado, I’d like to introduce my friend, the one, the only. PIMP UNDER CONTROL!!!!

Hotcakes: PIMP UNDER CONTROL?

Markson: I thought it was PIMP IN CHARGE? P. I. C. , not P. U. C.

*“Raise Your Hands”, by Bon Jovi plays as the crowd erupts in anticipation of former 2 time OCW world champion PIC. Then a deafening silence comes over the crowd as someone not PIC appears. *

*Some in the crowd laugh while others boo as the PIC imposter runs into the ring. *

TLS: EVERYBODY GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO PUC!!!!!!!

*PUC gets into the ring and jumps up to give TLS a high five. He poses for the crowd, then grabs the mic from TLS. *

PUC: TPW!!! HOW YA DOING? (the crowd is silent) Okay. Well I just wanted to say that I’m happy to be here and I can’t wait to get my hands on CJ’s ankles. He’s a bad guy and he’s going down. THAT YOU CAN COUNT IS A PROMISE! Anyone who has a problem with my best bud TLS has a problem with me. THAT IS A PROMISE YOU CAN COUNT ON! So from this day forth CJ, you better be nice, or else you’ll pay the price. THAT YOU CAN PROMISE IS A COUNT!

*PUC drops the mic. As TLS picks it up. *

TLS: CJ, tonight we’ll see each other in the 5 way scramble. PUC will be watching my back to make sure that Alice doesn’t try anything funny. Tonight we’ll show you what it means to be PROUD and STRONG!

*TLS drops the mic as he and PUC pose for the crowd. *

Hotcakes: TLS is a strange individual.

Markson: Strange indeed.

Hotcakes: That was really a bummer, I was hoping Terry or Alexander Marshall had actually signed PIC.

Markson: Well, I can tell you what won't be a bummer, our next match as Mud Mouth takes on the debuting Davis Starfire.

*The camera cuts back to the ring where Steve Cotton stands. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at 220lbs, hailing from Los Angeles, CA. This is DAVIS STARFIRE!!!

*"I Believe In A Thing Called Love" By The Darkness starts playing as we see Davis Starfire rise up from inside the ramp. Davis appears in his trademark orange and white "Sampson Club" jacket, and white and orange trunks with orange boots and white kneepads. He walks off the ramp and high fives a few fans as he makes his way down towards the ring. He enters the ring and removes his jacket. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing his opponent, weighing in at 245lbs, hailing from New Orleans, LA. He is the Cosmic Drifter, this is MUD MOUTH!!!

* "Main Title Terminator 2 Theme - Remastered 2017" begins to play as the lights dim in the arena. A single spotlight illuminates the rampway as Mud Mouth steps out from behind the curtain followed closely by his tall and eerie manager Clement Claremont. He pauses on the top of the ramp and tosses his hands into the air before he makes his way down to the ring as the lights return to normal. *

Markson: Davis Starfire is looking to impress in his debut, while Mud Mouth is looking to rebound to the right track.

Hotcakes: Well, Mud Mouth has been going through a bit of an evolution lately

*The bell sounds as we see Mud Mouth and Davis circle each other and then lock up with Mud using his size and strength to muscle Davis back into a neutral corner. The referee calls for a break and is given a clean one as Mud backs out to the center of the ring. Davis makes his way out from the corner where he and Mud circle each other a second time before looking to lock up, this time Davis drops down taking a back waist lock, hoists Mud up in the air, and drives him down to the mat where he quickly floats over into a front face lock. The referee slides into position checking for a choke before asking Mouth to surrender. Mud Mouth refuses and before we know it finds a counter out into a rear wrist lock. Mud Mouth cracks on the wrist forcing Davis to find his way to a seated position from his stomach and start working his way back to his feet where he counters into a rear wrist lock that’s transitioned into a side headlock, Mud Mouth takes Davis back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Davis bounces off the far side ducking under a lariat from Mud Mouth who turns around and walks into a Belly to Belly suplex! Davis quickly makes a front press hooking the near leg.

1!!

2!!

TH…

Mud Mouth kicks out. *

Markson: WHOA! Quick n ear fall there.

Hotcakes: David Starfire may be new to TPW, but he clearly knows what he is doing in the ring.

*Davis is the first to his feet where he picks Mud Mouth up and locks in a front face lock before hoisting Mud Mouth up in the air for a stalling vertical suplex! Davis gets back to his feet where he bounces off the ropes looking for an elbow drop across the sternum, Mud Mouth evades via rolling out of the way and sends Davis crashing into the canvas. Davis starts getting back to his feet as Mud Mouth is up and charges toward the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope and into a cross-body block crashing down on top of Davis where he holds for the cover! *

1!!

2!!

TH…

Markson: Mud Mouth taking to the sky.

Hotcakes: Mud Mouth is showing some vast improvements.

*Davis escapes with a kick out. Mud Mouth starts working his way back to a vertical base where he stomps down at the chest and sternum of Davis before picking him up off the mat and connecting with a knife-edge chop across the chest followed by a European uppercut that sends Davis back into a neutral corner. Mud Mouth charges in but it’s Starfire who throws a reverse elbow to the jaw rocking Mud Mouth back out toward the center of the ring. Starfire comes out from the corner with a running lariat taking Mouth down to the mat where this time he follows up with a leaping Elbow Drop down across the sternum of Mouth. Davis makes the cover.

1!!

2!!

THR…

Mud Mouth escapes with another kick out. *

Markson: OH, DAVID STARFIRE ALMOST GOT IT THERE!

Hotcakes: Mud Mouth showing grit kicking out there.

*Davis steps back up to his feet, reaching down and picking Mud Mouth up before delivering a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge.

1!!

2!!

THRE…

Mud Mouth kicks out again! Davis gets to his feet picks Mud up and drives him back into a set of turnbuckles. Davis starts driving a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection of Mud Mouth before hoisting him up to a seated position on the top rope. The crowd is alive as Davis steps up to the middle turnbuckle and sets up Mud Mouth for a Superplex. *

Markson: BIG MOVE INCOMING!!!

Hotcakes: Both men are showing how bad they want this one.

*The crowd is on fire for the action as Davis looks to for the Superplex, but Mud Mouth blocks via holding the top rope. Davis looks for it again and again Mud Mouth blocks via latching onto the top rope, Mud Mouth manages to pull away from Starfire and land a series of headbutts across the bridge of the nose before shoving Davis down to the mat below! Mud Mouth steps up to the top rope and looks down at Starfire before setting sail with a Flying Elbow Drop! Mud Mouth makes the cover hooking the near leg.

1!!

2!!

THRE…

Starfire escapes with a kick out to a pop from the crowd. Mud Mouth gets to both knees cutting his eyes toward the referee who shows him two fingers. Mud Mouth steps up to his feet where he picks Starfire up and sends him through the ropes and out to the floor. Mouth sets himself up and has eyes on Starfire who is getting to his feet, Mud Mouth bounces off the farside gaining a full head of steam as he dives through the top and middle ropes with a Suicide Dive connecting to Davis Starfire and driving him back into the security barrier. *

Markson: Things are breaking down here.

Hotcakes: My back would break down if I got thrown into that security railing.

*Mud Mouth takes Davis and looks to send him toward the steel steps with an Irish Whip, Starfire reverses and it’s Mud Mouth that smashes into the steel step's right shoulder first! Starfire gathers himself and makes his way toward Mud Mouth where he picks him up and takes him by the waist before snapping off a release overhead belly-to-belly suplex on the floor! The smack of Mud Mouth’s body splatting against the mats surrounding the ring can be heard. Starfire gets back to his feet where he picks up Mud Mouth and hurls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Starfire slides back into the ring where he gets to his feet and immediately picks Mud Mouth up off the mat and takes a back waist lock where he delivers a German Suplex with a Bridge!

1!!

2!!

THRE…

Mud Mouth kicks out eyelashes before the three count. *

Markson: I can't believe Mud Mouth kicked out.

Hotcakes: Davis Starfire can't believe he kicked out either.

*Starfire gets back to his feet and picks Mud Mouth up once again. Starfire rallies the crowd behind him as we see Mud Mouth getting back to his feet. Starfire lands a hard right hand, followed by a second, and a third before driving Mud Mouth back into the ropes, he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Mud Mouth bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat, Mud Mouth bounces off the far side, Starfire spins around eating a Spear from Mud Mouth! Mud Mouth makes his way into a cover hooking the inside leg with a back press.

1!!

2!!

THRE…

Starfire kicks out to a pop from the crowd. Mud works his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking up Starfire who counters with an inside cradle!

1!!

2!!

THRE…

Mud Mouth escapes with a kick out and beats Davis to his feet. Mud Mouth looks for a superkick that Starfire ducks and locks a full nelson and turns it into a Dragon Suplex with a bridge.

1!!

2!!

THRE…

Mud Mouth escapes the near fall! *

Markson: Unbelievable back and forth action here.

Hotcakes: That made me dizzy.

*Starfire starts working his way back up to his feet where he stomps down on Mud Mouth’s body. Davis picks up Mud Mouth where he sets up Mud Mouth looking for the Starfire Driver! Mud Mouth counters the Gutwrech into a sit-out facebuster! Mud Mouth and Starfire are down as the crowd is on fire! Mud Mouth starts to stir and begins working his way back up to his feet. Mud Mouth starts sizing up Starfire who is getting back to his feet where he turns and walks right into Sip of Creek Water!

Mud Mouth makes the cover hooking the near leg. *

1!!

2!!

3!!

Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, MUD MOUTH!!!

*The shot shows Mud Mouth and his manager standing in the ring as Mud Mouth is celebrating while Clement Claremont stands in the corner stoically. The shot focuses on Claremont before fading to commercial. *

*A darkened backstage area is illuminated with one small candle perched upon a stool. Behind it, the silhouette of a man flickers in the light of the flame. He breathes heavily for a moment, gathers himself, and begins to speak.*

Toussaint: Nearly 220 years ago, my ancestors fought the colonial French in search of freedom. Led by great men such as Jean Jacques Dessalines and Toussaint L'Ouverture, the Haitians did the unthinkable, winning a revolution, and with it, independence. But independence did not come cheap, and my ancestors were forced to do things; horrific, unspeakable things, in the name of freedom. They ran through the streets, wielding their machetes while crying “boulé kay, koupé tèt!” Burn their houses, cut off their heads! Any blan in their vicinity was met with unrelenting wrath.

*He pauses, sighing loudly enough to register on the microphone. Even through the dark we can see his hands clasp together underneath his chin.*

Toussaint: I, too, have done despicable things. Things I am not proud of. Things that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Haiti, in many ways, stays haunted by the crimes of our ancestors and the curse that is Voudou. Gangs have overrun the country. Law and order have been laid by the wayside. There is bloodshed in the streets. I once was the leader of such a group.I lied, I cheated, and yes… I killed to get what I wanted. It was dog eat dog and I was the biggest of the bunch. Bondye, I thought, had long since abandoned my people. Which is why I was more surprised than any when He met me in my despair and gave me hope.

*He shifts in his chair and leans forward, a black face now engulfing most of the screen as his eyes stare intently at the camera.*

Toussaint: I now embark on a new mission for my life; His mission. I fight for my own independence; to be free of the ghosts that haunt me. I have fled my country. Laying all my weights aside, I press onward toward the high calling I find here in TPW. I will meet every challenge that comes my way head on. I am now a man of integrity, a man of my word. E pawol la se redanmsyon.

*The man stands up, grabs the candle, and takes a step toward the camera, his full body now in view.*

Toussaint: TPW… my name is Henri Toussaint. M se TonTon Macoute. M ap vini!

*Toussaint blows the candle out, leaving the screen in total darkness.*

* The shot returns from the darkness to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *

Steve Cotton: The following contest is the DEBUT MATCH, FOR BOTH CONTESTANTS!

*The crowd pops. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 270lbs, from part unknown. THIS IS NINE, NINE, NINE!!!

*The discordant intro to “The Fire Is Waiting” plays as every light in the arena turns red. The hooded and masked shadowy 999 walks through the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp.

The song’s drums kick in and the numbers “999” are projected from above down onto the ring canvas and 999 slowly walks down to the ring. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing his opponent. Weighing in at 145lbs, from Birmingham, UK. She is accompanied to the ring by Ava Arhuur, this is THE ANGEL, ALESSIA ANGELO!!!

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

Markson: Both contestants are making their in-ring Thunder Pro debuts tonight, and I’d be remiss to not mention the size discrepancy between the two.

Hotcakes: 999 is huge and scary, like a smaller SuMa.

Markson: I sure do miss Supreme Machine.

Hotcakes: I’m sure the rest of the roster doesn’t.

*As the bell rings Alessia begins circling, but 999 stands in the corner and tilts his head to the side as he stares at Alessia. Alessia isn’t intimidated and moves in shooting a single leg on 999, but the massive man doesn’t go down, and Alessia quickly transitions into a waist lock. 999 reaches over and back, grabs Alessia by the head, and whips her across the ring. Alessia hits the mat with a thud but is quick to her feet. As soon as she is up though, 999 is charing with a Flying Cross Body Block that takes Alessia down. *

Markson: What impact on that cross body from 999.

Hotcakes: Something about size, and force, or some other math and science stuff, but whatever he generated a lot of horsepower there.

*999 stands slowly and stares down at Alessia before reaching down and grabbing her by the hair. 999 pulls her up and then sends Alessia flying across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Alessia land in the corner, and 999 stands to his feet again but just watches Alessia as she uses the ropes to pull herself up in the corner. 999 tilts his head to the side again as if studying Alessia. As Alessia gets to her feet in the corner 999 charges toward her in a full sprint. 999 goes for a Flying Knee Strike, but Alessia hops through the ropes to the apron and 999’s knee hits the top turnbuckle.

The force of the impact knocks 999 back and down to the mat. Alessia slingshots herself over the top rope and comes down with an elbow to the knee of 999. Alessia is quick to her feet, grabbing the leg of 999 as she gets up. Alessia spins around and drops a knee onto the leg of 999, and again keeps ahold of the leg and transitions right into a knee bar. *

Markson: Alessia Angelo with some very smart wrestling there, dodging the big man and taking out his leg.

Hotcakes: She needs to keep 999 grounded, he’s a lot smaller on his back than on his feet.

*999 powers his way to the ropes, and referee Wallace calls for a rope break. Alessia ignores her, but Ref Wallace begins her count and Alessia releases the hold. Alessia rolls to her feet and begins arguing with Ref Wallace. While the referee is distracted Ava begins blistering 999 with rapid-fire right hands. 999 begins covering up, but Ava still lands several shots. Ava steps back a Ref Wallace begins to turn around, and 999 rolls into the corner. *

Markson: Why am I not surprised that Ava Author got involved?

Hotcakes: Because women are not to be trusted Mark.

Markson: Ladies, send your hate tweets to “heyheyitsharry”, that is “heyheyitsharry”.

*999 retreats to the corner, but Alessia is quickly on him, stomping the knee of 999. Alessia reaches down to grab the ankle of 999 and this allows 999 to land a hard right hand. Alessia staggers back, but shakes it off and charges forward. As Alessia charges forward 999 lifts his boot and catches Alessia in the stomach staggering her back. 999 grabs the top rope and pulls himself to his feet. 999 hobbles forward with a clothesline, but Alessia ducks under the clothesline.

As Alessia ducks under, she hooks 999’s arm with her left arm, wraps her right arm around 999’s waist, sweeps 999’s legs, and rolls forward into a Gannosuke Clutch on 999 for a pin.

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

As 999 kicks out, Alessia rolls up, grabs 999’s ankle, and goes right into an ankle lock. *

Markson: Incredible ring awareness and technical ability on display from Alessia Angelo.

Hotcakes: She is doing all she can to keep this monster 999 down.

*999 pushes himself up with his hands and flips himself forward. The momentum sends Alessia flying forward and she lands throat-first across the middle rope as 999 rolls to his feet. 999 moves with a quick limp, but jumps and lands across the back of Alessia while she is hung over the middle rope. 999 bounces off the back of Alessia to his feet, and immediately grabs Alessia by the back of the head and pulls her off the ropes and into a German suplex. 999 holds onto the suplex and bridges for the pin. *

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Markson: Alessia Angelo is showing great toughness by kicking out after getting suplexed on her head.

Hotcakes: This girl certainly is impressive.

*999 rolls to his feet as Alessia is pushing herself up. 999 grabs Alessia and pulls her into position for a powerbomb or piledriver, but Alessia shoves on 999’s leg, pulls her head out, and scoops the injured leg of 999 up. Alessia spins her body and takes 999 down with a dragon screw leg whip. Alessia rolls to her feet and sees 999 on his knees. Alessia hits the ropes for momentum and charges at 999. 999 pops to his feet though and land a hard knee strike to the stomach of the charging Alessia that causes her to hurl over and in position for the Momenta Axis. 999 wastes no time and delivers the "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]), and makes the pin. *

1…

2…

3…

Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… 999!!!

Markson: Impressive debut from both contestants here, but 999 was just so much larger than Alessia Angelo that he was able to assert his dominance.

Hotcakes: 999 once again proves that women are the weaker sex.

Markson: HARRY!!! YOU CAN’T, AND SHOULDN’T SAY THAT!

Hotcakes: Look, I’ll say what…

*Harry is cut off as the scene cuts to a commercial break. *

*The shot returns from the commercial break to Colton Maxim standing in the ring with a mic. The crowd begins cheering as the show returns to the air and Colton begins to speak. *

Colton Maxim: "HELLO THUNDERAMANAIACS! Colton Maxim here, and I've got a bone to pick with a certain someone who's been dodging me like the plague. I'm talking about the mystery man whose shadow refusing my challenge. Now, I don't know who this person thinks they are, but let me tell you something, folks. They are nothing more than a coward.

That's right, I said it. A coward. See, I've been in this business for a long time, and I've seen my fair share of tough guys come and go. But this mystery person is not one of them. They are hiding behind a veil of darkness, afraid to show their face because they know that if they step into the ring with me, they’re going to get their ass handed to them.

But you know what, mystery man? I'm not going to let you off the hook that easily. I'm going to keep calling you out until you have no choice but to face me like a man. And when that day comes, you better be ready, because I'm going to show you what it really means to be a wrestler. I’m going to show you what the gold standard of professional wrestling is.

So listen up, mystery man. You can run, but you can't hide forever. Colton Maxim is here, and I'm not going anywhere. The challenge has been laid down, and it's time for you to nut up and accept it. Or are you too much of a coward for that?

*A few delicate moments pass as Colton paces I. The ring staring up the ramp to the stage. He stops and raises the microphone to his lips to speak again. As he goes to say something, the arena lights go out completely. The arena then fills with the cell phone lights of the crowd. A sea of white lights around the arena. Another couple of moments pass before blue lights strobe into the ring then leave it dark. In the flashes, Colton's silhouette could be seen. Shortly after the lights flash a loud clap of thunder rolls through the arena. Shaking the walls. Vibrating the floors. Suddenly blue spot lights flood the ring and as Colton stands in the center of the ring awaiting for something to happen. Behind him stands a monstrous looking individual. Towering over Colton even. The monster stands completely still. A statue. Colton takes small steps backward. Closing the distance between himself and the statue. The crowd is yelling and screaming at Colton to turn around. He begins to look around and hears what the crowd is telling him.

He turns around and sees what the crowd was warning him about. At first he is shocked. He only backs up from the statue one step. Not in fear, more in shock and maybe a little awe. He drops the microphone and decides to attack the mysterious shadow. The mysterious statue. He swings a heavy overhand right and the head of the statue barely moves to the side. Colton throws another to the same effect. He even does a straight kick to the mid section of the statue and it barely reacts. Another kick to no avail. Colton stands in shock and begins to yell at the shadow. Still no movement from the statue. Colton steps back and gets another heavy overhand right which is suddenly blocked by the monster. It quickly kicks Colton in the gut hunching him over. The shadow figure grabs Colton and sets him up on a power bomb position and in one fell swoop, with ease, the shadow lifts Colton up into a crucifix style carry. And with authority the monster drops Colton with a powerbomb, folding him in half. As the impact occurs the arena lights return to normal revealing the monster to be a long haired man with a full beard. He is adorned in trench coat with large collars that are up surrounding his face. *

Ominous Voice: We warned you. We told you. We gave you breadcrumbs to follow. And ladies and gentlemen, here is the one and only…

*The mysterious man kneels and picks up the microphone. And raises it to his lips while tossing his hair back revealing his face. *

Mystery Man: "The bringer of CHAOS! The bringer of nightmares. The director of your demise Colton Maxim. For those of you uneducated fools here. My name is Colton and I have arrived in Thunder Pro Wrestling. I've been waiting for the right opportunity to show what I'm capable of in this company. The contract was right and so here I am."

*He turns toward the downed Colton and smiles with an intent of evil behind his piercing blue eyes.*

Mystery Man: "As for you Mister Maxim. I am the mystery person you've longed to meet. I'm the mystery person you have clamored for my reveal. What did you think? You still think I'm a coward? You still think you can be the gold standard after RetroMania? I run from no challenge. I only bring chaos. When you wake from the slumber I sent you to you can answer these questions. But there was a question you asked of me about a month or so ago."

*Z gives a dramatic pause, for a suspenseful effect.*

Z: "A bull rope match. A classic from years and years ago. The type of match that only one without a brain, such as yourself would toss out without waiting to see who you are truly challenging. At RetroMania, you will be attached to your worst nightmare. And the only way to escape is to try and beat me to the point where I can no longer stand and get the pin or submission victory. Sorry to be a spoiler to your plans but that will be impossible. You are nothing more than a weak and imbecilic super hero wanna be. The answer to your question is yes. The next time you see me, you will find out why my reputation precedes me."

*The lights go out once again. Only for a brief moment before turning back on revealing the ring with referees attending to the now moving Colton. The shot moves to the commentary desk where both Markson and Hotcakes look stunned. *

Hotcakes: Well... now we know who the ominous mystery man has been.

Markson: As excited as I am to see a talent like Z here in Thunder Pro, I'm appaled by what he just did to Colton Maxim.

Hotcakes: Something tells me that Colton is going to be looking to make this a blood feud at RetroMania.

Markson: Speaking of blood, it is time for the Dawson Brothers, known as the Gangster of Christ to see if they can end the dreams of the sweet heart team of the S.E.X Cup, the Dream Weavers. Let's get to our semi-final match.

*The shot returns to the ring with Steve Cotton standing in the middle. He smiles as he raises up his mic, knowing the reaction he’s going to get.*

Steve Cotton: The following contest is a.... S.E.X CUP SEMIFINALS MATCH!!!

*Crowd Pop. *

Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at a total combined weight of 225 lbs, the team of Brooke Blakely and Junko Souman, they are… THE DREAM WEAVERS!!!

*The lights in the arena dim as “Evolution” by Ayumi Hamasaki begins to play over the PA. Junko and Brooke storm out onto the entranceway and look at each other. They high-five and then head down the entrance way high-fiving fans as they make their way down. They slide into the ring and climb to the top turnbuckle and pose for fans as the lights come up and their music fades out. *

Markson: Despite two very impressive victories, the Dream Weavers have felt like they haven’t been seen as a major team in this tournament.

Hotcakes: I don’t know how they can prove themselves any more than they already have. They have a victory over James Raven, for pity’s sake!

Markson: Maybe, but they’re still looking to take this one to the finals and truly set the Dream Weavers’ name into the history books of TPW.

Steve Cotton: And now, introducing their opponents, at the total combined weight of 445 lbs, the team of Gabe and Jethro Dawson, they are THE GANGSTERS OF CHRIST!!

*The sounds of a Country boy can survive. starts to pick up over the sound system as the lights dim out with a spotlight hitting the top of the ramp to find Michael Dawson taking the lead out through the curtain dressed in his Sunday’s best, bible in hand clutched at his chest.

The crowd's reaction is neutral as Gabe and Jethro Dawson emerge behind their father.

Micheal leads Lizard Licks best down toward the IIW ring. Once ringside Michael spins around drawing a crucifix in the air across the face of Jethro and then followed by Gabe before the Gangsters of Christ slide into the ring and get to their feet waiting for the match to start. *

Markson: The Gangsters of Christ got possibly their biggest victory in TPW so far on our last show, taking out a team that many had as an odds-on favorite to reach the finals, the Manhattan Project.

Hotcakes: These two were damn close to winning the Duos Championships at our last Pay-Per-View, and they badly want another opportunity for the belts. To get there, they have to find a way past the Dream Weavers tonight.

*The bell rings. Jethro steps forward, having already decided that he’s starting this one. Brooke and Junko seem to be debating it, but Junko wants it more, so Brooke just nods and goes back to the apron.*

Markson: We’re ready to go here between two of the top teams in the world today!

Hotcakes: This one’s going to be good!

*Jethro and Junko lock up, with Jethro using his larger frame to push Junko back into the corner. The referee calls for the break, and Jethro nods, stepping back and raising his arms. Junko, looking like she wants more, calls for another lock-up, and they grab hold again. Junko holds her ground for a few seconds, but again, Jethro is able to get her back into the corner. Once more, Jethro does the clean break, taking a few steps back with a smile. That smile fades as Junko races back out of the corner, leaping into him with a dropkick!*

Markson: Never underestimate the speed and agility of Junko Souma!!

Hotcakes: She was a blur there for a second! Either that, or I need to get my eyes checked.

Markson: It’s always good to have your eyes examined at least once a year when you get older, Harry. The more you know…

*As Jethro tries to get up, looking a little stunned, Junko comes springing into him, getting a flying hurricanrana to land!! Jethro goes rolling into the wrong corner, as Junko hops to her feet and comes over, tagging in Brooke! Brooke hops into the ring and joins Junko as they both lock onto Jethro, managing to give him a double snap suplex out of the corner. Jethro, rolling on the mat, tries to reach out blindly towards Gabe, but he’s nowhere close enough. In the meantime, Brooke springboards off the ropes and flies in, landing a leg drop to the back of Jethro’s head!! She makes the cover, hanging on…

One!

Two!

And Jethro kicks out in time!*

Hotcakes: We’re seeing a fired-up Dream Weavers tonight!

Markson: You can definitely tell this team is looking to earn the respect they deserve, by taking down one of the top teams in TPW!

Hotcakes: But they’re already respected! The fans love the Dream Weavers!

Markson: Maybe, but they’re fighting to impress Terry Marshall too…

*Brooke drags Jethro up and takes him over to the corner, tagging Junko back in. Brooke then holds up Jethro, allowing Junko to get momentum with him and land a tornado DDT! Jethro rolls away, dazed, as Junko pops back to her feet. She watches as Jethro uses the ropes to get up, and runs the opposite way, hitting the ropes… and getting hit from an elbow by Gabe, who maneuvered himself over to make contact!! Junko staggers forward, holding her hand, and Jethro, oblivious to what Gabe just did, steps forward and kicks her, delivering a cradle piledriver!! Junko’s down, as Jethro makes the cover.

One!

Two!

And Junko gets her shoulder off the mat!*

Hotcakes: C’mon, ref, Gabe was out of position there! He should have stayed in his corner!!

Markson: Not much the ref can do, Harry, as he didn’t even come into the ring.

Hotcakes: No, he just moved way down the apron to get the advantage!

*Jethro staggers over to his partner, reaching out to him. Gabe takes the tag, quickly hustling past Jethro and going to grab Junko before she can get away. Junko tries to get in a swing, but Gabe blocks it, giving her a shot to the midsection that staggers her. Gabe then rushes quickly to the ropes and back, nailing her with a Sling Blade!! Brooke winces on the other side, worried for her partner, as Gabe drags Junko over towards the corner and tags Jethro back in. Sensing the opportunity, Jethro steps through and locks Junko into the Rings of Saturn, cranking away at her to try and get Junko to submit!! The referee is right there, checking on her, but Junko is rapidly shaking her head no, refusing to give in!*

Markson: What a submission hold! Can Junko fight her way out??

Hotcakes: Brooke, you need to go in there and break this up!

Markson: Oh, so you’re mad if Gabe attacks when he’s not tagged in, but Brooke would be okay?

Hotcakes: …. It’s a different situation, okay??

*Brooke is pacing the apron as Junko struggles against the submission hold, with Jethro making sure to turn her towards her partner to keep an eye on her. But that slight movement gave Junko just enough leverage, as she’s suddenly able to get an arm free, using it to swing back and connect with Jethro’s face! It doesn’t have a lot of force to it, but it’s enough to break the hold, as Jethro staggers backwards in surprise. Annoyed, he reaches down and grabs Junko before she can get away, lifting her up and shoving her back into the GoC corner. He starts punching at Junko, but Junko’s suddenly firing back at him, trying to break free… only to have Gabe grab her from behind, having tagged himself in!*

Markson: Junko’s in the wrong part of the world currently…

Hotcakes: Hey! Don’t insult America, Mark! It’s great here!

Markson: No, I mean, she’s in enemy territory…

Hotcakes: Dang it, Mark! Love your country!!

Markson: I’m just trying to say she’s crossed over behind enemy lines!!

Hotcakes: The USA isn’t the enemy!!

Markson: NO! That’s not what I…

Hotcakes: AMERICUH!!!

Markson: … Sigh.

*Junko struggles against Gabe’s grip as he holds her up, ready for Jethro to nail her, but Jethro hesitates, not wanting to take advantage of the situation. Michael Dawson, meanwhile, starts yelling from the outside, wanting Jethro to take her out. Jethro finally steps forward… and Junko gets her legs up while still in Gabe’s arms, grabbing Jethro around the head! Before Gabe can readjust, Junko yanks herself to the left, taking all THREE of them down!! The crowd pops, as the Gangsters of Christ both twist on the mat in pain. Brooke is jumping up and down on the apron, anxious, as Junko struggles to get up, crawling her direction.*

Markson: This is it! Junko needs to get the fresh woman in there!

Hotcakes: C’mon, kid, you can do it!

Markson: Kid? She’s like, 20 years old!

Hotcakes: When you get my age, all of these wrestlers look like kids!

*The crowd is getting excited as Junko staggers over towards her corner, where Brooke is reaching out as far as possible. Gabe is there, though, yanking Junko back and shaking his head gloatingly at Brooke. He mocks her, only to have Junko pull free into the ropes… coming back to land Domo Arigato, Mr. Lariato!!! Gabe’s down, with Junko rolling to her left and reaching out… and the ref counts it as she slaps the hand of Brooke!! The crowd roars as Brooke comes in, catching a charging Jethro with a superkick!!*

Hotcakes: Hot tag!! Hot tag!!

Markson: All the momentum just shifted to the Dream Weavers!! This is their chance!!

*Brooke goes on a wild roll, nailing both Gabe and Jethro with corresponding leaping elbows, knocking them both down. The fans are popping as she goes to the apron, straightening herself up and waiting. As Gabe recovers, pulling himself up, Brooke leaps over the ropes with a flip, scoring the Primetime Elite!! Gabe’s knocked senseless, as Brooke drops on top of him for the cover…

One!

Two!

And Jethro breaks it up!! He shoves Brooke off of Gabe, then starts punching at her, even as the referee tries to regain order. But now Junko is back, grabbing hold of Jethro from behind and shocking everyone by getting him up for the JNK Driver!! The move hits perfectly, with Jethro aimlessly rolling to the side and falling out of the ring!! Junko gets up, with the referee now ordering her out of there, even as Brooke heads to the top, wanting to go for Frenzied Spirit onto Gabe!!! She balances herself, ready to leap… and then Michael Dawson is there, shoving a startled Brooke off the top!!! She crashes down to the mat, out of control, landing next to Gabe!!*

Hotcakes: No!! That interfering son of a gun!!

Markson: And the ref didn’t see any of it! He was too busy getting Junko out of the ring!

Hotcakes: FUDGE!!

*The referee is looking over now, wondering what just happened, but the father has already walked away, pretending to check on Jethro. He pulls him up, telling Jethro to finish their business. Meanwhile, Gabe has pulled himself back up. He’s not completely sure what’s happened, but he’s more than willing to take advantage. Before Brooke can push herself back up, Gabe comes running in… and hits Last Rites!!! He quickly rolls Brooke over and makes the cover, even as the confused referee slides in…

One!

Two!

Junko starts into the ring to break it up, only for Michael to come from outside the ring and grab her leg, holding her for just long enough…

Three!!!

Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, ADVANCING TO THE FINALS OF THE S.E.X CUP.... THE GANGSTERS OF CHRIST!!!

Hotcakes: Dang it, that was highway robbery!!! Michael Dawson should be banned from ringside after this one!!

Markson: He certainly played a role in this one, ending the dream for Brooke & Junko to make the finals together.

Hotcakes: It was three-on-two, that’s patently unfair!!

*Gabe has rolled out of the ring, celebrating with Jethro, who looks confused on how they got the victory. Michael comes over, quickly telling them to head to the back, wanting to get out of there in case Alexander Marshall shows up wanting to restart the contest. They head off, celebrating, as Junko rolls back into the ring, staring over at her partner.*

Markson: The Dream Weavers put on a hell of a show for TPW, but who knows what’s going to happen now that the tournament is over.

Hotcakes: They’ve proven how great they are as a team, they should keep going, even if it’s not here!

*Junko walks over to Brooke, helping her up, with Brooke looking pretty disappointed. Junko talks to her, with the crowd beginning a chant of “Dream Weavers”! As the chants grow louder and louder, Brooke nods to Junko, smiling at her, before the two pull themselves fully up and raise each other’s arms in the air, to the cheers of the crowd.*

Markson: What a team! What a night!

Hotcakes: What THE HELL??

*As Junko starts to let go and step away, Brooke twists towards her…and unleashes a superkick, taking her to the mat!!! The crowd is stunned, but it doesn’t take long for the boos to be unleashed, while Brooke stands over her dazed partner. Junko reaches up in confusion, trying to pull herself up, but Brooke immediately grabs her by the head, giving her a DDT into the canvas!! She rolls to her side, yelling at Junko, talking about how she’s the one who can leave TPW, while Brooke will have to deal with everyone looking at her now, and how it’s all Junko’s fault!!*

Markson: I never in a million years saw this happening!

Hotcakes: Junko didn’t cause this loss, Brooke! That maniac father did! Now stop this!!

*But Brooke isn’t listening to Hotcakes or anyone else. She’s now headed back up onto the turnbuckle, ignoring the fury of the crowd as she positions herself and leaps off… nailing her former tag-team partner with Frenzied Spirit!!! Junko is laid out, even as Brooke rolls herself over to the ropes and pulls herself out. She stomps down the aisle, not looking back once at what she’s left behind. The camera cuts to a shot of a little girl in the front row of the isle crying and asking her Dad, "why did she do that daddy". The father shakes his head and consoles his crying daughter as the scene fades to commercial. *

Markson: What a night it’s been so far, and we’ve still got…

Hotcakes: Hold on, Mark, we’ve got something going on back in the parking garage.

Markson: Let’s switch over to that and see what’s happening…

*The image shifts to backstage of the arena, as a cameraman is hurrying along a large hallway in the back. The camera bounces some as it moves, so hopefully nobody in our audience gets too sick from all the motion. A door is slammed open, taking us to the garage, where the camera zooms in on a truck parking further down the lot. The truck door opens and slams, with Peter Vaughn stepping into view, a smile on his face. The crowd is immediately booing heavily, even as Vaughn reaches into the back of his truck, pulling out his favorite long wrench to put over his shoulder.*

Markson: Peter Vaughn, the man who has been exiled due to his recent actions here in TPW, including assaulting Terry Marshall and threatening his family!

Hotcakes: And don’t forget his destruction of the TPW logo!

Markson: Unfortunately, he’s been invited here tonight…

*Vaughn walks forward, taking his time as he comes towards a large group of security, which has formed nearby. Standing in front, glaring at Vaughn, is the TPW Head of Security, Cannon Gunner. Vaughn doesn’t hesitate, stepping right up to him and looking him over.*

Peter Vaughn: Hello, Cannon. I see you’ve recovered… mostly.

Cannon Gunner: No thanks to you.

Peter Vaughn: So… am I still invited here? Or are we brawling again?

*There’s a tense moment as it seems like the security force inches forward, as if wanting the chance to assault The Mechanic. But Gunner puts up a hand, making sure they stay back. He then points at the wrench that Vaughn is carrying.*

Cannon Gunner: You aren’t getting in here with that. Hand it over.

*Vaughn raises an eyebrow. After a second, he readjusts the wrench, bringing it up as if in a swinging motion. Again, Gunner & the rest of the force tense up, but then Vaughn leans the wrench forward, handing it to the Head of Security.*

Peter Vaughn: Keep this safe for me, Cannon. I’ll be back for it.

*Vaughn cockily pats Gunner on the shoulder, then steps around him. He parts the security force, stepping through them and entering the arena.*

Markson: This is the first time the former International champion has been in the Lightning Plex in a month!

Hotcakes: I wish it’d been longer. I can’t wait for Terry to wipe that smirk off his face!

*The camera follows behind as Vaughn walks with confidence down the hallway. He makes a turn, almost bumping into the Malvado Brothers. For a second, the three men stare at each other, before Vaughn nods his head.*

Peter Vaughn: Love your work.

*Vaughn then walks past the Duos Champions, continuing towards his destination. Security is following behind, watching for any issues, but every wrestler Vaughn goes by, there’s no confrontation. He either gets a curious stare or an angry glare. Vaughn ignores them all, seeming confident in being back on his home turf. He turns a corner, walking up to the nearby door: the office to the President of TPW, currently Alexander Marshall.*

Peter Vaughn: Let’s make this official, boyo.

*Vaughn grabs the doorknob, throwing the door wide open, and walks into… the empty office. Vaughn, confused, steps forward, looking down at the desk to see if there’s any paperwork sitting there. Behind him, Cannon Gunner looks confused as well, looking inside and turning back to his men.*

Cannon Gunner: Alexander’s not here. I don’t like it. Michaels, Henries, go down to the lounge and see…

*Suddenly, the door slams shut, cutting Cannon off completely. Vaughn chuckles to himself, thinking Cannon screwed up, and not turning around to see… an infuriated Terry Marshall standing there, holding a steel chair!! Marshall rushes forward with a loud yell, smashing the chair into Vaughn’s back, as the crowd can be heard erupting!!!*

Markson: Oh my God!!!

Hotcakes: Terry’s here!! TERRY’S HERE!!!

*Vaughn stumbles against the desk, trying to pull himself up, but as he turns, Marshall tackles him, taking Vaughn over the desk and to the floor behind it!! He slugs away at Vaughn, smashing him with multiple shots, as Vaughn tries to find a way to cover up, completely stunned!*

Terry Marshall: You want to mess with my family?? MY FAMILY?!?!?!

Markson: Terry Marshall is getting some revenge tonight!!

Hotcakes: Was this whole contract signing a trap??

*Vaughn manages to kick Marshall off of him, scurrying away to try and get to his feet. But he can’t even catch his breath, as Marshall recovers quickly for a man of his age, picking up the chair again and launching it at Vaughn’s head!! Vaughn ducks at the last second, with the chair hitting hard enough to make a large indentation in the side of the wall!! As Vaughn straightens back up, Marshall’s on him again, now striking away at him with an honorary gold statue that was sitting on the desk!! He smacks Vaughn in the side of the head, taking him down and busting him open!!*

Markson: My God!! Vaughn’s bleeding!! This is getting out of control!!

Hotcakes: No, don’t say that, Mark! Vaughn deserves every bit of this!

*As Marshall throws aside the statue and punches away at Vaughn, security finally gets into the room, with Alexander Marshall coming in with them. He looks on, stunned at what his brother is doing.*

Alexander Marshall: Separate them! Now!

*Reluctantly, Cannon Gunner follows orders, and his security manages to pull Terry Marshall off the bloody Vaughn. Terry seems to want more, but he can’t fight the numbers hanging onto him. Vaughn stays in a seated position, holding the side of his head. He looks at the blood on his fingers, appearing to be surprised to see it.*

Alexander Marshall: This is NOT what’s supposed to happen here! You were just supposed to sign the contract! I gave my word!

*Alexander gestures towards the scattered paperwork on the ground. Immediately, Terry pulls free of the guards holding him and picks up one sheet. He has a little blood on his finger, and he quickly scrawls his initials on it, before throwing the sheet onto the hurting Vaughn.*

Terry Marshall: I’ll see you then, you son of a bitch.

*The security guards, fighting not to smile, make sure to guide Terry out of the room, even as Vaughn wearily looks down at the piece of paper sitting in front of him. He rests his head back on the wall, hurting, as Alexander looks after his brother… trying not to grin himself. We slowly cut away to a commercial break. *

*We go backstage, where TPW interviewer Bobby Bones is dusting himself off, doing his best to make himself presentable. He starts fiddling with his mustache, making sure it looks perfectly shaped.*

Cameraman: Bobby…

*Bones starts clearing his throat, preparing himself, as he reaches up with both hands and straightens his bowtie. He starts doing lip warm-up exercises.*

Cameraman: Bobby!

*The interviewer glances over at the cameraman, a little annoyed at the interruption to his preparations.*

Bobby Bones: What is it?

*We can’t see the cameraman, but it’s clear he’s gesturing to the top of the camera, which would show that it’s currently recording live. Bones, a seasoned professional, only lets his jaw drop for a second before he straightens up, raising his mic towards his mouth.*

Bobby Bones: Hello, wrestling fans! This is Bobby Bones here, once again giving you all the best dirt from backstage here at TPW! Last Fury, Aaron Warthog surprised the world by winning a shot at the new TPW Prestige Title with his victory over Jared Reed and Volkane. It could be a once in a lifetime moment for him, let’s see how he’s dealing with it!

*Bones walks over to the nearby locker room door, giving it a sturdy knock. After a few seconds, he knocks again, showing a little impatience. Finally, the door opens, and Aaron Warthog sticks his head out, munching away on one of the sandwiches that are freely given to the workers at catering. He looks at Bones, then at the camera, and then back at Bones again.*

Bobby Bones: Hello, Aaron! Do you… have time to answer a few quick questions?

*The door slams shut. Bobby, confused, turns back to the cameraman.*

Bobby Bones: Perhaps I should have called ahead…

*Suddenly, the door opens again, and Warthog steps out into view. The sandwich is now gone, probably stored away somewhere inside… or eaten at a record speed. It’s hard to tell with the big guy. Warthog steps forward, grinning at the camera.*

Aaron Warthog: Ah’m sorry about that, Bobby! Ah wasn’t told ta be expectin’ ya! What would ya like to know?

Bobby Bones: Well, Aaron, I wanted to get your feelings on your big victory last week, taking down two individuals to become a #1 contender for the first time in your career.

Aaron Warthog: Oh, that was such a great night! Ah went out and celebrated for hours with Memphis and our kids! Ah mean, they fell asleep shortly after the show, but Ah just carried them with us. It was great!

*Warthog is beaming, clearly happy to be thinking about his family. Bobby can’t help but smile with him, as Warthog is a genuine ‘ray of sunshine’, as they used to say.*

Bobby Bones: Well, Aaron, now you’re set for a match with the other man who got the title shot, Jay C. Phoenix. As you probably know, Phoenix has been very controversial over the last month.

*Warthog’s expression tightens, as he thinks about his future opponent.*

Aaron Warthog: That Phoenix guy, he needs to be taken out behind the woodshed and taught some proper manners! Ah saw he was a dognapper, a terrible thing to do, and then he was a Nova-napper, and Ah think that’s even worse! Ah mean, Ah don’t wanna take away from dog lovers, but a person is probably worse, don’t ya think, Bobby?

Bobby Bones: I think I’d agree with you there, Aaron, although dog-napping is a very bad thing as well.

Aaron Warthog: Exactly! This here boy is doing everything wrong heah in the T-P-DoubleU, and now he could be the first Prestige Champion? He’s not worthy of bein’ a champ, which means that Ah should be becoming the champ! But Ah know it doesn’t work that way. Ah’m gonna have to earn it, and Ah’m going to do it at Retromania!

Bobby Bones: You’ve never held a championship in your entire career, Aaron. Let’s face it, many people still have the image of you as a low-carder or, even worse, a jobber. Do you think you can change their opinions at the PPV?

Aaron Warthog:Ah know Ah’m not well known for havin’ much success in the wrasslin’ business. But Ah have never lost faith in myself, and neither has my family. They believe in me, and tha’s all Ah really need. So if that masked mumbler thinks that he’s got himself an easy victory at RetroMania, he’s going to have to deal with the Stampede of a Warthog, as Ah’m getting my first championship and becomin’ one of the greats! Wooo-heey!

*Warthog pounds on his large chest, then smiles at Bones before turning and going back into his locker room. Bobby can’t help but chuckle before turning back.*

Bobby Bones: Always an experience. Back to you guys!

*Bones nods to the camera, before shaking his head and walking away.*

*We cut to another locker room where Sandy Marshall is standing outside the locker room that has CJ O'DONNELL labeled on it. The crowd gives the door a mixture of cheers and boos to the CJ name as Sandy speaks. *

Sandy Marshall: I am standing in front of the locker room of The Distinguished CJ O'Donnell's locker room. Tonight he battles in a 5 Way Scramble match against Tristian Slater, Jay C. Phoenix, Clyde Newton and of course his opponent for TPW Retro Mania, The Lost Soul. I am hoping to get a quick interview with him before he goes out there and...

*The door creeks open as CJ's girlfriend and wrestling superstar Alice Knight sneaks her way out of the lock room. The crowd erupts with cheers as Alice looks stunned to see the camera crew and Sandy standing there. *

Alice Knight: What's going on? Am I on Candid Camera?

Sandy Marshall: Um, if that were the case wouldn't the camera be hidden?

*Alice thinks for a second. *

Alice Knight: True... unless! Unless that's a fake camera and the REAL camera is hidden inside it! Ah ha! You can't trick a trickster...

*Alice laughs as a confused Sandy looks in the camera and then back at Alice. *

Sandy Marshall: So Alice. Is CJ ready tonight for his huge 5 Way challenge and more importantly is he prepared for The Lost Soul at TPW Retro Mania?

*Alice rolls her eyes. *

Alice Knight: Are you serious? That is The Fookin' King in there, CJ O'Donnell. And you're asking me if he's ready for those four geeks tonight? Of course he is. CJ is on a return mission. The mission to the top of TPW. Granted we slipped up in our S.E.X. Tournament match due to T.L.S. creepy vibes a few weeks ago on Fury. But that's the past. CJ is ready to remind the wrestling world why he is the King of this sport. And it starts tonight... now if you excuse me, I need to get some ice. CJ and I are going to do some post match celebrating and I need to cool down the Champaign...

Sandy Marshall: One more thing, Alice. About T.L.S. The Lost Soul. You kind of helped set up that match between him and CJ at TPW Retro Mania. What are your thoughts on that match and T.L.S. in general...

*Alice rubs her cheeks. *

Alice Knight: The Lost Soul and I never really got along to be honest. We never really hated each other either... well from my side of things anyway. We kind of had a short lived faction war in another company last year. But his stalk job he pulled on CJ and I on Friday Night Fury during the S.E.X. cup. Talk about creep-a-zoid vibes, right? The guy makes me shudder. Chills up and down my spine. I also heard the rumors he is bringing in the legend known as Pic into TPW for backup. Probably a smart move because if he is going to act and slither around like a perverted snake then to me, CJ and possibly the rest of the TPW roster then the little friends he has will be needed. All I have to say to T.L.S. is this. Congrats on your recent Hall of Fame induction. Well deserved but at Retro Mania! You and my King, CJ O'Donnell will go one on one in this so called Perfect Strangers match. No idea what that means but whatever gimmick it will be. Be prepared for a fight. And a damn good beating... Hoot!

Sandy Marshall: C'mon, Alice. Can we get a bigger hoot? It's Friday Night Fury!

*Alice nods and begins flapping her arms up and down. She begins hooting as the crowd chants with her. *

Alice Knight: HOOT! HOOT! HOOT!

*CJ's locker room door swings open almost knocking Sandy to her feet. He gets a mixed reaction as he stands there looking and wondering going on. *

CJ O'Donnell: What are you doing here Sandy?

*He looks at Alice and puts his arm around her shoulder. They kiss each other with a peck on the lips. *

CJ O'Donnell: Hey my queen. I heard you hooting. Are these nosey, snoopy paparazzi bothering you?

Alice Knight: Nah, they just wanted to ask me some questions about T.L.S. and your match at Retro Mania.

CJ O'Donnell: Let me tell you something about The Lost Soul.

*CJ smirks as he looks into the camera.*

CJ O’Donnell: TLS is all talk. He knows how to get under people skins. He is past his prime. This is out of his comfort zone. He has no friends here. He will buckle under the pressure. Time for talk is over. It is time to let me actions speak for itself.

*CJ smacks Alice on the behind he walks down the hall as Alice watches him. She looks back at Sandy with a grin. *

Alice Knight: My sex king is wicked pissed now. I feel bad for those other three and TLS tonight. It's going to be battle. So exciting! Hoot!

*Alice smiles and quickly follows CJ as Sandy stands there. Fade back to the ring. *

*The shot fades from Alice and CJ back to the ring where Clyde Newton, Tristan Slater, and TLS already stand along with Steve Cotton. *

Steve Cotton: INTRODUCING NEXT! Weighing in at 223lbs, and hailing from Oblivion, this is JAY C PHEONIX!!!

*As "Bloodline" by Slayer begins to blast from the sound system, white spotlights hit the entrance stage and what appears to be blood begins raining down from either side of the egress curtains. *While the fans erupt with BOOOOOs, the white spotlights dim and turn a deep red. Flames immediately begin to spew from the stage, the blood rain sending steam into the air and slowly the man known as Jay C. Phoenix rises amidst the fire from an unseen lift below. Once at stage level, he takes a moment to flex before stepping slowly through the flames, seemingly unfazed, then begins walking confidently down the ramp towards the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Jay leaps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes while "Bloodline" plays on.*

Steve Cotton: And the fifth contestant in the match. Weighing in at 178lbs, from Boston Massachusetts, he is THE DISTINGUISHED, CJ O’DONNELL!!!

*”Kings never die” by Eminem begins to play over the PA. CJ O’Donnell comes out to a mixed reaction and makes his way to the ring. *

Markson: This match is going to be very interesting.

Hotcakes: To see the very least Mark. There is a lot of talent in there right now.

*The bell sounds as Clyde Newton and TLS have drawn the short straw and have to start the match. They circle around and go for a lock-up ducks under, and hits a high crotch single leg into a waist lock on TLS. TLS grabs Clyde’s fingers and squeezes them together, and then performs a standing switch into a waist lock of his own. TLS lifts Clyde up and brings him down to the mat. TLS spins on top of Clyde into a side headlock. Clyde quickly kicks his feet up into the air in a hand-stand and then snaps his body down, popping his head out and grabbing a hammerlock on TLS.

TLS Gramby rolls from a seated position and then spins around into a wrist lock on Cyle. Clyde fights up to his feet, rolls forward rolls backward, and nips up onto his feet, reversing the wrist lock on TLS. TLS shoves into Clyde, pushing Clyde into the ropes, and then shoots Clyde off the ropes across the ring. As Clyde hits the ropes, CJ O'Donnell sits on the middle rope and pushes the top rope open, and Clyde goes tumbling through the ropes to the outside. CJ then hops right into the ring with TLS. *

Hotcakes: HEY! CJ can’t just get in the ring, he didn’t get tagged.

Markson: You don’t have to be tagged in a scramble match. If a contestant is knocked out of the ring you can take their spot.

Hotcakes: These new-fangled matches are so confusing.

*TLS sees CJ, and TLS holds his arms out wide for a hug. CJ responds by kicking TLS in the gut. TLS doubles over and CJ grabs TLS by the arm and whips him across the ring. As TLS heads into the ropes, he grabs the top rope and slingshots himself out of the ring to the floor. When TLS lands, he turns and waves at CJ, as Jay C Phoenix springboards from the top rope and nails CJ in the back with a drop kick. The force of the drop kick sends CJ falling head first through the ropes and Tristan Slate jumping into the ring. *

Markson: Fast-paced, in-and-out action in the early minutes of this match.

Hotcakes: I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with all of this.

*Jay C looks on a TLS, CJ, and Clyed all begin brawling on the outside. As Jay is distracted Tritan strikes from behind with a clubbing forearm to the back of Jay C. Jay C is rock, Tritan grabs Jay and shoots him into the ropes, and Jay comes off Tristan goes for a Tilt-A-Whirl Back Breaker, but Jay pin through and counter taking Tristan over with an arm drag that ens Tristan going under the bottom rope. Tritan slides out of the ring and right into the middle of the brawl with the other contestants.

Jay rolls to his feet and immediately charges into the ropes for momentum. Jay comes running across the ring and leaps over the top rope with a front summer sault senton crashing down onto all four, sending everyone down to the floor. *

Markson: HUGE DIVE FROM JAY C. PHOENIX!!!

Hotcakes: You had to expect some dives in a match like this.

*Jay is the first person to his feet and he grabs TLS and rolls TLS under the bottom rope. Jay hops on the apron and watches as TLS starts getting up. Jay spring to the top rope and leaps off with a springboard crossbody. TLS catches Jay C and drops him into a gut buster. Jay rolls on the mat holding his stomach and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. A Jay exits the ring CJ O’Donnell rolls in and charges at TLS, but TLS catches CJ with a judo hip throw a CJ charges in.

TLS begins going to a Buffalo choke on CJ, when Clyde Newton comes flying in from the top rope and lands a big splash on TLS. Referee Villano 16 begins ordering Clyde out of the ring, but as Villano is distracted Tristan Slater rolls CJ out of the ring and makes a pin on TLS. The Referee turns to see Tritan making the pin. *

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KICKOUT!

Markson: What tricky treachery by Tristan Slater.

Hotcakes: He’s just using the structure of the match, don’t hate on him. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

*Tritan pulls TLS up to a seated position and then charges into the ropes and comes back for what appears to be a running knee strike, but as he comes with the knee TLS lay back and sticks his boot up. Tritans crotch slams right into the boot of TLS. Tristan falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring in the fetal position. TLS rolls to his feet just in time to see Clyde flying off the top rope again, this time with a double axe handle. TLS catches Clyde in mid-air with an eye poke. Clyde goes down holding his face, but there is nothing Villano 16 can do because the match doesn’t have DQ.

Clyde rolls on the ground holding his eyes, until TLS drops an elbow on him. TLS gets to his feet pulling up Clyde. TLS whips Clyde into the empty corner with a strong whip to the corner. TLS follows up with a running splash into the corner on Clyde. TLS steps back as Clyde falls to his back out of the corner. TLS steps through the ropes and begins climbing up the turnbuckles. As TLS gets to the top rope Jay C comes running down the apron. TLS sees him and readies himself, but CJ strikes from behind and shoves TLS off the top turnbuckle. TLS flies off the top and lands chest-first on the security railing. *

Markson: OH MY!!!

Hotcakes: I don’t think TLS is going to make it to RetroMania and the Perfect Strangers match after that.

Markson: I think the only place TLS is going to make it is to the emergency room.

*CJ is looking at TLS and doesn’t see Jay C, who nails CJ with the UCAP, “Up Close And Personal” (Stiff headbutt). The headbutt knocks CJ off the apron to the floor. Jay C immediately jumps to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a Phoenix splash, but Clyde rolls out of the way and Jay C lands hard on the mat. Jay C hits and rolls to the corner, under the ropes, which is technically out of the ring, and that brings Tristan Slater in.

Tristan jumps into the ring and charges at Clyde, but Clyde sees him coming and lands a superkick. Tristan is stunned and out on his feet, so Clyde charges to the ropes and comes back looking for Brooklyn's Finest ( Edge's Spear ) but as Clyde charges in Tristan jumps and catches Clyde with a Flip Piledriver. Tristan makes the pin. *

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*JAY C PHOENIX BREAKS IT UP WITH A FROG SPLASH FROM THE TOP!!! *

Markon: HUGE FROM SPLASH!!!

Hotcakes: Funny, Jay C Phoenix misses the Phoenix splash, BUT, hits the frog splash.

*Jay C pulls Tristan up as Jay C gets up. Jay C waste no time and hits Tristan with the Snuffed (stiff running powerbomb to turnbuckle). Jay C pulls Tristan out of the corner and makes the pin.

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CJ O’Donnell breaks it up. As CJ jumps into the ring and lands a hard forearm across the back of Jay C. CJ begins raining down elbows to the head of Jay C, and then follows up with some knee strikes. CJ gets up, pulling Jay C up as he does. CJ goes right into the Distinguished Plex (German Suplex). CJ launches Jay C, but Jay flips through it and lands on his feet. Jay charges at CJ and goes for the UCAP again, but CJ moves out of the way, and Jay C nails Clyde with a stiff headbutt as Clyde was getting to his feet. Clyde hits the mat completely out cold.

Jay C spins around and is met with Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) from CJ. Jay C falls backward through the ropes to the outside of the ring. CJ stands in the ring yelling down at Jay C, feeling a measure of revenge for the Caribbean Cup elimination. *

Markson: CJ O’Donnell is feeling a bit vindicated after knocking Jay C. Phoenix out with the Irish Knowledge.

Hotcakes: What’s CJ really got to be mad about, have you seen his girlfriend? Alice has such a quirky, girl-next-door vibe.

Markson: Harry, stop it.

Hotcakes: Come on, you know Alice is the kind of girl you’d take home to meet your mother.

*As CJ turns around he is met by a charging TLS who clothesline CJ over the top rope to the outside. TLS turns around to see Clyde trying to get to his feet. TLS grabs Clyde and delivers the Soulbuster ( delayed brainbuster suplex). TLS quickly makes the cover. *

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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE LOST SOUL!!!

Markson: TLS with a HUGE WIN, and now a ton of momentum heading into RetroMania.

Hotcakes: I think going back to a bottle of cold bubbly and a hot Alice Knight will be a nice second-place prize for CJ.

Markson: Folks, we are going to go to a commercial break before Harry can say anything else offensive.

*The lights of the Lightning Plex flicker methodically as the opening beats of "In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword sound over the arena speakers. Fans are looking between the stage and the crowd, unsure of whose music this is that's about to appear, when the lights fade to darkness as the drums and first hard guitar riff kick in. When the second, third, and fourth chords reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle, and a crimson line connecting the two. From there, the beat triggers the appearance of a critical looking eye within the circle.

The lights cut out and the TerryTron comes to life with "TACTILIZING ONE" in gold cursive lettering while a green spotlight shines down on Larry Tact. His arms are outstretched, one balled in a fist and the other grasping the TPW International Championship as he bellows out to the crowd. He slings the title over his shoulder and approaches the ring, which has electricity surrounding "T1" illuminated in gold on the canvas. Larry reaches the ringside area and stops at the apron, sliding the International Championship into the ring before ascending the steps. After wiping his boots on the apron, he enters the ring and retrieves his title. Standing on the turnbuckle, he repeats the outstretched ‘T’ and roars to the crowd, who stamp this appearance as a certified celebration, as confetti fires off from the turnbuckle posts. Larry grabs a mic from the corner. *

Larry Tact: “Clearwater! THUNDERAMANIACS!! Let me feel that energy!”

*The fans pop big for their city, and Larry’s surprisingly shameless hyping. *

Larry Tact: “Have I had a banner week? I’m making some new friends at the *parque del perros* these days. I’m making inroads on a little family project, and oh, yeah… I’m your NEW. TPW. INTERNATIONAL. CHAMPION!!!”

*He pauses as the crowd erupts with cheers and chants until Larry is satisfied, and holds a hand up in pause. *

Larry Tact: “But to be candid, that’s about all the celebrating I can stomach when we’re only getting started. Here’s a Tact Fact on this matter… Critical Hit came in with a gameplan, and without Buster this never gets going in the first place. But we had all the pieces seemingly click into place. While the window was open, I seized the moment to win this title and, more importantly, officially break the long-lasting grip on this title by Chronic Chris Page Enterprises.”

*The crowd showers down boos before Larry even finishes, their disdain for Chris Page and his business overtly apparent. *

Larry Tact: “Don’t get me wrong, I get where you’re all coming from. But let’s accept that Peter Vaughn isn’t a six-time champion without possessing a special level of talent. Chris Page is not a 20-time World Champion simply from reaching title matches. He knows how to win battles with big stakes. Page has been knocked down and risen back up like a true bat out of hell, yapping and flapping… even with those teeny, tiny demon wings.”

*The crowd laughs as Larry looks back, apparently pretending to have tiny wings on his back. He then readjusts the International Championship on his shoulder and resumes cordiality, albeit with a sinister look. *

Larry Tact: “Hey, Chris, I heard Death was floating around in the back. It’s no coincidence, but not in the overused way you may think. While CCPE was thriving with the International Champion in its ranks – first that home invading, family targeting, scum sucking Peter Vaughn; then you, who may go as far as claim credit for Vaughn’s ascent, while also sending him spiraling into mania. While I may have figuratively wrested the International title from you, Chris? I know it wasn’t from your own clutches. I doubt that sits well with you. But Marcus Ka’Derrion earned his shot, and so did I. Whichever Marshall is in charge – Terry and Alexander Marshall. Their cousin, Crisco Marshall. Their third cousin by way of Mrs. Butterworth, High Fructose Marshall! Line up the whole Marshall clan and whichever one of you steps up and admits reinserting Chris Page to the Main Event of RetroMania? … I don’t blame you. After all, I realize this is worth running back, and Marcus is a hell of a wild card to add. But all those many Marshalls, come on down to RetroMania for that Main Event International Championship match you made. Because I want you to see what TPW should be, if it weren’t for something I identified as soon as I stepped into this company.”

*The crowd is invested, hanging on his words when Larry takes a more somber tone. *

Larry Tact: “Thunder Pro Wrestling is unwell. It’s ill. Without Peter Vaughn and Chris Page at the top, perhaps it’s recovering some. I’m here to help TPW grow stronger, but the Tact Fact is it won’t be a quick process because it isn’t all Chris Page and CCPE. There’s been another, equally potent adversarial force in TPW. Its roots are strong as a piece of this company’s foundation. Alongside Buster as Critical Hit, our first challenge may be the biggest one ‘The Cooler’ and I will ever encounter in, The Malvado Brothers…”

*For a moment, you can hear a “Mucho Evil” chant begin until vehement boos engulf the arena. The Thunderamaniacs express heavy displeasure at the mere mention of Hector and Victor. *

Larry Tact: “The TPW Duos Champions have been on admittedly, a historic run with those titles. My issue with that run is synonymous with their own motto: Mucho Evil. It’s clear that with each passing day, TPW is under siege by these two chaos agents, slowly picking this place for all it’s worth before they are reassigned by, guess who? A group called the 7 Wrestling Sins. The Malvados cannot continue with the power of those Duos titles, and the S.E.X. Cup is where it ends, tonight!”

*A big cheap pop for the upcoming Main Event. *

Larry Tact: “And I’m hardly alone in that mission.”

*The crowd continues to cheer, and a “Cooler!” chant break out. *

Larry Tact: “Thunderamaniacs!! Allow me to introduce to you someone who raises the stakes of the game, and also knows when it’s time to ‘cool’ them down. He is my Duos partner, my battle brother, and one-half of CRITICAL HIT!”

Markson: Well here we go Harry, Duos champions are about to come out and I'm told their entrance tonight embodies the special holiday that is today!

Hotcakes: Cinco de Mayo? I hope they bring margaritas!

*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play, causing the fans to jump to their feet to cheer on the most hated team in TPW... It's weird, we know. But instead of The Malvados coming out, it's Leslie Jimenez, wearing a long trench coat that covers her whole body... Paco is on her left and Marcus Ka'Derrion on her right... She has a mic in hand, as the music dies out, she speaks.*

Leslie: Damas y caballeros, on this special holiday, like May the 5th, you know the Malvados had to come out in style and represent... You see there is no other day that represents who The Malvados are at their core... There is no day like today, that celebrates what The Malvados are all about.

*The crowd cheers.*

Leslie: Yesterday, The Rebel Alliance had their day...

*Some of the fans cheer as they know exactly what she is referencing.*

Markson: Alliance? What is she talking about Harry.

Hotcakes: No idea...

Leslie: But today, THE DARK SIDE... THE MUCHO EVIL EMPIRE celebrates...

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Leslie: Thundermaniacs, allow me to introduce to you, your Duos Champions of the World! Hector... Victor... THE MALVADO BROTHERS!!!

*The Imperial March begins to play and the nerds in the crowd lose their Poop.... Leslie removes the trenchcoach revealing a killer princess Leia outfit (you know the one) that would make Carrie Fisher eat her heart out (RIP!). She makes her way to the ring flanked by Paco and then from behind the curtain come dozens and dozens of Dark Troopers, marching down the ramp behind them in pairs. *

Markson: I... I don't understand.

Hotcakes: It's a Star Trek reference! Live long and prosper my friend!

*Once the troopers have surrounded the ring and lined up on the ramp, The Malvado Brothers come out, dressed in all black, including Vader-like capes, their masks too, with the spiral being darkest of gray but shinny so it is still clearly visible. As they make their way down the ramp with the Duos championships wrapped tightly around their waist, the troopers solute them. *

Markson: I don't think this is the "holiday" everyone was expecting The Malvados to be celebrating Harry.

Hotcakes: Well that's because you are all a bunch of racists pricks!

Markson: YOU WERE ASKING FOR MARGARITAS!

*Once at ringside, one of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other leaps over the top rope; Leslie simply walks around, looking on, ignoring all the fans hooting and hollering at her, taking her picture. They each go to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and just listen to the fans who are the loudest ever... *

Markson: Why do the fans love these bad guys so much Harry?

Hotcakes: Because we live in a messed up society that doesn't know right from wrong.

*Once the Imperial March comes to an end, the troopers begin to make their way back and the crowd shows their appreciation by starting a chant of "EVIL EMPIRE! *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* EVIL EMPIRE!".... The Malvados nod their heads up and down as their take off their capes, for once, showing their appreciation for the crowd.*

*It looks like they’re ready to take a 2-on-1 opportunity against the International Champion… and “Stabbing Westward - Burn (Cure Cover)” hits over the speakers! The crowd can finally break into cheers for ‘The Cooler’ Buster Gloves, who breaks out onto the stage wearing brass knuckles and looking to bust up spirals tonight! The Malvados taunt Gloves even while circling around the ring, keeping it between themselves and him. Buster gets into the ring and bumps forearms with Larry. The referee instructs ‘The Cooler’ to remove the brass knuckles and allow the Malvados enter the ring for the match, when…

“Judas” by Fozzy hits and Chris Page enters the scene, unbothered by the vitriol being directed his way from the city of Clearwater. He doesn’t look like he’s here to talk as he marches towards the ring, but he wouldn’t have the chance as before he’s halfway there… “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day sounds out to another seismic fans’ pop! Marcus Ka’Derrion makes his presence known, stopping Page in his tracks as he approaches the two. A few words are exchanged, and they decide to take things to the announcer’s desk as The Malvados enter the ring, and a semblance of order is restored. *

Markson: I really hope Marcus and Page stay out of this, we need a clean and conclusive end to this match, this determines who goes to the finals of the S.E.X Cup against The Gangsters of Christ.

Hotcakes: Not to mention the prestiegous Duos titles being on the line.

*The bell sounds as Hector starts out with Larry. They go to lockup, but Hector ducks and spins behind Larry. Hector drops down to his knees and tries to sweep his legs of Larry, but Larry drops his weight and sits out, going behind Hector. Larry grabs a waist lock, powers Hector up, and then throws Hector down on his face. Larry goes to drop an elbow on Hector, but Hector rolls out of the way and Larry lands on the mat.

Hector quickly grabs Larry in an armbar. Larry powers up, but as he does Hector reaches back and tags in Victor. Victor jumps to the second rope and comes off the second turnbuckle with an elbow, but as he does Larry lands a left uppercut to the jaw of Victor that staggers him. Larry grabs Victor by the head and rams Victor's head into the head of Hector, breaking the arm bar. *

Markson: Great ring awareness from Larry Tact right there.

Hotcakes: That is what you call being a ring general.

*Larry pulls Victor to the middle of the ring and takes Victor down with a big scoop slam. Larry turns around and tags in Buster who jumps into the ring. Both members of Critical Hit grab Victor’s legs and deliver a wishbone to Victor. Victor rolls around in pain holding his mister bits as Larry exits the ring under the orders of Referee Mullet Matthews.

Buster grabs Victor’s leg and quickly drops an elbow across the leg of the luchador. Buster spins up holding the leg of Victor, Buster throws Victor's leg down onto the mat hard. Buster jumps up and comes down with a stomp on the ankle of Victor. Buster grabs Victor’s ankle and begins going for the ankle lock. *

Markson: Great plan by Critical Hit to take the legs out from The Malvados, and ground the luchardors.

Hotcakes: If Paco had grounded them more as kids they wouldn’t be mucho evil.

*As Buster goes for the ankle lock Victor spins out to his back and uses his free leg to shove Buster back into the ropes. Buster comes off the ropes, and Victor uses his feet to catapult Buster over his head and flip Buster onto his back. Victor quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Hector. Hector springs to the top rope and leaps off with a dropkick, but Buster catches Hector’s legs and drops Hector flat on his back. Buster immediately begins going for a sharpshooter which brings Hector from his dazed state to a state of panic crawling towards the ropes. *

Markson: The Malvados know from the legendary Punisher that move can be devastating.

Hotcakes: The dude from WGWF?

Markson: No, that is Big Pun.

*Hector grabs the ropes and as he does Buster releases the hold and backs up. Hector holds onto the ropes, using them to pull himself up. As Hector gets to his feet Buster grabs him by the waistband of the tights and pulls him backward. As Hector goes back he tags Victor, but Buster doesn't see the tag. Buster lifts Hector for a belly to back, but quickly drops forward into an ATOMIC Drop as Victor comes in.

The impact from the atomic drop sends Hector flying forward right into Victor. The Malvados are both staggering as Buster bends down, hooks both, and delivers a double Northern Lights Suplex. Buster bridges for the pin but as he does Leslie hops onto the apron stopping the pin. Buster hops to his feet, and begins to get Referee Mullet. With Buster’s back turned, Paco rolls a lightsaber into the ring to Victor. Victor smashes the replica lightsaber across the back of Buster, and surprisingly it doesn't shatter. Buster crumbles as Victor toss the Saber out of the ring and Leslie jumps off the apron. *

Hotcakes: OH! What a shot. Talk about revenge of the Sith. The Empire really struck back on that one.

Markson: Huh, never took you for a nerd, Harry.

*Victor makes a cover.

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Buster kicks out hard, and as he sits up Victor locks in a figure-four headlock. Victor squeezes he legs tightly around the neck and head of Buster, cutting his oxygen off. Buster tries prying Victor's legs off of him, but the legs are stronger than the arms. After a few moments of struggling, Buster appears to be fading. Referee Mullet checks Busters arm, lifting if, letting it go, and it drops.

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The crowd begins to roar as Mullet checks the arm a third. It falls, but only halfway as Buster makes a fist and begins pumping his arm and coming back to life. *

Markson: IS BUSTER GLOVES THUNDERING UP!?!

Hotcakes: NO! Only Terry Marshall can Thunder up.

*Buster gets both fist up into the air as he bridges his body up, and then suddenly snaps around in a 180, twisting himself and Victor onto their faces. Buster quickly pops his head out of Victor's legs and jumps right into an STF in Victor. Victor is immediately in pain, and begins to scratch and claw at the mat trying to get free.

Hector jumps into the ring and charges at Victor, but as Hector gets close Tact is there rocking Hector with a hard right. Hector flies into his turnbuckle, as Ref Mullet begins ordering Tact back to his corner. With the Ref busy with Tact, Hector comes out of the corner with a superkick to the head of Buster. Buster falls to the mat, breaking the STF. Hector rolls Victor out of the ring, switching places with his twin. *

Markson: Typical Malvados with the switches.

Hotcakes: Victor and Hector are masters of Jedi mind tricks.

*Hector makes a pin as Ref Mullet turns around, but Buster kicks out at 1. Hector slams his fist into Buster’s head three times and then pulls Buster to a seated position. Hector hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to the face of Buster, knocking him flat. Hector rolls up and charges across the ring into the ropes, coming back with a rolling thunder on Buster.

Hector doesn't stop his offense there, as he speaks to the top rope, into a seated position on the top before flip backward with a springboard seated moonsault. Hector makes the pin. *

1…

2…

Foot on the ropes.

Markson: Buster Gloves got his foot on the ropes, amazing. How much more punishment can Buster take?

Hotcakes: Buster is a tough S.O.B, but he is being put through the ringer.

*Hector pulls Buster up and whips Buster into his corner where Victor waits with a forearm shiver. Hector tags in Victor and the brothers grab the dazed Buster, lift him up, and sit him on the top turnbuckle. The Malvados climb to the second turnbuckle and hook Buster for Dos X (Double Spanish fly on the same opponent).

As the Malvados step to the top rope though, Buster lifts them and jumps forward off the middle rope. Buster brings the Malvados down with double Rock Bottoms off the 2nd rope. All three men lay flat on the mat. *

Markson: OH MY! What impact on that maneuver.

Hotcakes: Even Page and Marcus look impressed by that.

*The crowd is roaring with cheers as Buster begins crawling toward his corner where Larry has his arm stretched out. Both Malvados have rolled to their feet and are staggering towards Buster. Buster looks back to see them coming and dives forward tagging in Larry Tact.

The crowd erupts as Larry jumps into the ring. Larry charges forward, dropping both Malvados with a double clothesline. Ref Mullet has lost track of which one is Hector and which one is Victor as each brother rolls to opposite corners. Larry charges into the first corner on, let's say Hector, and hits him with a running clothesline in the corner. Larry immediately turns around, charges across the ring and hits a running shoulder into the stomach of Victor. *

Markson: Larry Tact is a man on fire in there.

Hotcakes: Larry Tact is re-energized, and found a new level as International Champion.

*Larry pulls Victor out of the corner, scoops him up, and lays him over his shoulder, as Ref Mullet orders Hector out of the ring. Larry charges across the ring and slams Victor down with a running powerslam. Larry pops right up and heads for the turnbuckles where he climbs to the top rope. As Larry gets to the top he takes a moment to point at both Page and Marcus at ringside. Larry then leaps off the top with "Dive to Blue" (Top Rope Elbow Drop) onto Victor. *

Markson: Such a beautiful elbow drop from such a massive man.

Hotcakes: I guess you could call Larry Tact a SKY WALKER!

*Larry stands up and tags in Buster, causing the crowd to roar again. Larry grabs Victor and pulls him up, then lifts him up for an electric chair as Buster climbs up the ropes, ready for the team to deliver their doomsday device finisher. As Buster gets to the top rope Hector comes running down the apron, but Buster sees him.

Buster jumps off the top and nails Hector with a flying European uppercut. Larry is distracted watching this and Victor is able to snap his body backward and take Larry over with a Dragonrana. Victor rolls to his feet, and see Buster getting up on the outside. Victor charges and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive, but Buster catches Victor with a Sparta kick in midair, knocking Victor back onto the apron. *

Markson: Buter Gloves with a big burst of renewed energy.

Hotcakes: What a kick, Buster Gloves channeling his inner Leonidis.

*Buster rolls Victor back into the ring and hops on the apron to go in after him. Victor staggers up, when Buster grabs Victor and hooks him for a suplex, ready to suplex Victor to the outside. As Buster lifts Victor up, Hector slams his forearm into the back of Buster, causing Buster to drop Victor. Victor lands on the apron and blasts Buster with a right hand. Hector hops onto the apron and now a Malvado is on either side of Buster.

Larry is up and comes charging over, but Victor sees him coming. Victor springs to the top rope and jumps off at Larry, but Larry catches him in mid-air with “The Humbling” (Uranage Suplex). Referee Mullet starts ordering Larry out of the ring, and with him distracted Leslie tosses Hector the lightsaber again. Hector smashes it over Buster’s head, this time it shatters and glass flies everywhere as Buster sinks to the apron. Hector stars shoving Buster back into the ring. *

Markson: OH MY! WHAT A CHEAP SHOT!

Hotcakes: Could be worse, Buster could be frozen in carbonite.

*Hector quickly climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a solo El Fin (Frong Splash). Hector hooks for the pin, but Larry comes charging back in. As Larry comes in Victor dives at his legs and hooks them, tackling Larry as Referee Mullet makes the count. *

1…

2…

3…

Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, ADVANCING TO THE S.E.X CUP FINALS, AND STILL DUOS CHAMPIONS!!!! THE MALVADOS!!!!

*A frustrated tact crawls to his partner, and then sees the small cuts on the top of Buster’s head, with blood slowly trickling out. Larry looks up at the Terry-Tron and sees a replay of Hector smashing the lightsaber over Buster’s head. Larry slams his fist in anger, stands up, and helps Buster to his feet. Larry points at the Malvados while barking at Buster. Buster nods his head and the member of Critical Hit grab the Malvados who are busy celebrating. Critical Hit spins the Malvados around and begins nailing them with right hands. *

Markson: OH NO! Things are breaking down now.

Hotcakes: Critical Hit was cheated, and now it is time for the empire to strike back.

*Critical Hit and the Malvados are brawling back and forth after the match. Critical Hit and The Malvados keep at each other’s throats, battling in a flurry of strikes with the crowd getting behind it. After a brief stalemate, Buster misses a Clothesline and turns to find Victor clothesline him over the top and taking a spill onto the floor. Larry sends Hector to a knee just as he sees Buster on the ground. He shouts out to his partner and turns back… LOW BLOW!!! *

Hotcakes: Larry’s looking none too tactful crumpled up in a ball after that.

Markson: The blatant disrespect continues from the Malvados! They just don’t give a damn about rules and sportsmanship.

Hotcakes: Uhhh should they?? They’re all about ‘mucho evil,’ Markson, not sunshine and fair play.

*With Larry struggling to get off the mat, Victor goes outside and stomps Buster for good measure. He threatens Steve Cotton away and takes his steel chair, clapping it shut and heading back into the ring. Meanwhile, Hector snatches the International title from the referee and, amidst the loudest of boos, uses it to SMASH Tact flat to the ground as he gets to his feet! Victor then tells Hector to bring him to the corner as he waits with the chair, something nefarious in mind. Hector drags Larry to the corner as Victor ascends a turnbuckle with the chair. *

Markson: Where’s Cannon?! Security, get out here stat! The Malvados are about to ruin the Main Event of RetroMania!

Hotcakes: In a New York minute, Larry’s going to learn how cold and lonely it is at the top. Unless, like Marcus, you have the Malvados around to do you a solid.

*While the International Champion is out of it, ‘The Cooler’ Buster Gloves gets back on the apron for a save! No! HECTOR THROWS THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE IN HIS FACE!! Buster hits the apron and the crowd’s hopes are dashed as Victor readies to fly… *

Markson: Hit pause on that New York minute!!

*… When none other than CHRIS PAGE gets up on the apron and strips the chair from Victor! Page gets in the ring as the Malvados glare at him through their spiral masks, more confused than anything. Chris pays no mind to their demand for an explanation, shaking his head. *

Hotcakes: What the hell is happening? Chris Page is helping Larry Tact?!

Markson: The man who he’ll face at RetroMania for the title. What a bizarre twist!

Hotcakes: You never know what Page is thinking. I bet there’s a plan.

*Chris then sees Larry getting up with his back turned. He looks at the chair, then back at Larry, the crowd giving a loud mixed reaction as they see this. Then they break into cheers as MARCUS KA’DERRION charges into the ring and whirls Page around, taking the chair out of his hands! *

Markson: Chris Page is staring absolute DAGGEERS at Marcus Ka’Derrion.

Hotcakes: He’s rightfully insulted! Marcus assumed Page stopped the Malvados so he could put the hit on Larry, himself. I wouldn’t want to be Marcus right now.

*Hearing the commotion, Larry turns and finds his two RetroMania opponents in the ring with him. The referee brings the International Title into the ring, and holds it up as he standing between Page, Ka’Derrion, and Tact. The three engage in a standoff while Buster Gloves stands near the entrance ramp, glaring up at the stage where the Malvado Brothers stand watching the standoff. *

Markson: The Thunderamaniacs are fired up for all three competitors. They don’t know who they want as their International Champion!

Hotcakes: They all have a case for being champion, but look at the Malvados! They know they can swing things in favor of Marcus Ka’Derrion, just like CCPE can with Page.

Markson: EXCEPT you can’t forget… it’s a STEEL CAGE MATCH!

Hotcakes: That big blue cage ain’t made for climbing, either!

Markson: There won’t be any interference allowed, but in a triple threat, Larry won’t need to be pinned, same as he won the title. Even without interference, the odds will be stacked against the champion, and we won’t get any more answers tonight because we’re out of time! Thunderamaniacs, it’ll all be settled at RetroMania in a collision for the International Title! Goodnight!!!

*The shot fades from the standoff in the ring to the credits. *

Credits:

Casandra Irvine vs Ruby Ramirez - by: Brooke Blakely

Mud Mouth vs Davis Starfire - by: Chris Page

Dream Weavers vs GOC - by: Peter Vaughn

*After the credits roll, the camera cuts back to an aerial view of the Lightning Plex. Yep, this is one of those famous Marvel movie type, post-film trailers. The shot zooms into the roof to reveal Greg The Handyman putting the last few cranks on a ratchet strap, that along with five other ratchet straps is securing Tristan Slater's phone booth to the off of the arena.

Greg flips the strap and it rattles like a guitar chord. "Yeah, that bad boy ain't going anywhere", Greg says as he pulls out a walkie-talkie from his pocket. *

GTH: She's all strapped down boss. Over.

*A split screen appears of Terry Marshall standing in the locker room area where security isn't letting any of the very confused and aggravated TPW roster leave. *

Terry Marshall: Dial it up, brother. Over.

*The split screen goes away as Greg puts the walkie back into his pocket. Greg steps into the phone-both, picks up the receiver, and dials a number. Greg listens to a message and hangs the phone up. Greg stands in the booth for a moment, but nothing happens.

Greg shrugs his shoulders and says, "huh, must be busted", as he steps out.

Greg pulls out the walkie-talkie again, but as he does the booth begins the shake as orange lightning bolts spark all around it. Greg freaks out, dropping his walkie-talkie as he runs for the door to get back into the arena. As Greg steps through the doorway a large boom of Thunder is heard as the bolts from the phone booth shoot into the sky. Suddenly the entire Lightning Plex disappears. The shot focuses on the huge vacant spot where the arena was as the scene fades to black.

"Metal Health" by Quiet Riot begins to play as these words fill the screen. *

SEE YOU YOU IN 1989 FOR

RETROMANIA!!!

Post by Greg T.O.M on May 5, 2023 16:04:14 GMT -5

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