Post by Greg T.O.M on Jun 2, 2023 15:52:53 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a shot from RetroMania. Terry Marshall approaches Peter Vaughn, brandishing a nightstick, with Terry looking like he’s used it before. Vaughn wipes a hand across his face, clearing his vision, and allowing him to see his foe ready to swing with another hammer, this time with a weapon involved. Surprisingly, Vaughn grins, signaling for Marshall to go for it!! Terry grips the baton tighter, lifting it up… and then the weapon falls away, dropping to the stage, as Terry, gasping, deals with the impact of another low blow!!! This one came from behind, as the camera moves… showing Alexander Marshall behind him!!!*
Hotcakes: WHAT THE HELL???
Markson: Alexander just low-blowed his own brother!!!!
*The shot cuts to Vaughn being helped to his feet by Charles O’Patrick and another security guard. Vaughn limps over to Alexander, who gives him a nod, and the two men shake hands. The shot focuses on the two men shaking hands as the scene fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
Hotcakes: WHAT THE HELL???
Markson: Alexander just low-blowed his own brother!!!!
*The shot cuts to Vaughn being helped to his feet by Charles O’Patrick and another security guard. Vaughn limps over to Alexander, who gives him a nod, and the two men shake hands. The shot focuses on the two men shaking hands as the scene fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the Thuner Dome in Huntington, WV. The shot 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 cheering loudly for the return of TPW to its home in Huntington. The camera pans around and begins focusing on individual sings. *
“ALEXANDER IS AN A-HOLE”
“LARRY TACT, NEW HIGH SCORE”
“MALVADOS MUCHO SEXY CUP DUO”
“ALICE DITCH CJ”
“FOR TECH SUPPORT DIAL 999”
“d.N.b 4 Life”
*The shot cuts to the commentator's desk, where Mark Markson sits by himself. Mark looks a little anxious, but also excited, as if filled with nervous energy. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE, AND WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHT FURY!!! As you can see, I am out here alone. I’m not sure where Harry Hotcakes is, I’ve tried calling him all day but haven’t been able to get an answer, so it looks like I’ll be handling this by myself. But, we have a huge match tonight as….
*Markson is suddenly cut off as “Stroke” by Billy Squire begins to play over the PA. The fans erupt with boos as Alexander Marshall comes to the top of the entranceway. Alexander smirks at the crowd before making his way to ringside. Steve Cotton hands Marshall a microphone as Marshall climbs the steps into the ring.
The music fades, but the boos do not. Marshall stands patiently in the middle of the ring, looking smug as the crowd continues to boo. After a couple of minutes of boos, Marshall raises the mic. *
Alexander Marshall: Are you finished?
*The boos erupt even louder. They slow just a bit as Marshall says “Crank my mic up”, and then begins to over-talk the crowd. *
Alexander Marshall: As you may have noticed, Harry Hotcakes isn’t with us tonight. That is because I have fired him. I’m going to remove every reminder of my brother from Thunder Pro, and what better place to start than with his best friend?
*The boos grow louder. *
Alexander Marshall: I’ve brought in a man I know won’t just spew whatever material Terry wants to shove down the audience’s throat. This man is a long-time friend and confidant, Nick "Knows" Napier.
*Some generic house music begins to play as Nick "Knows" Napier walks out to the top of the entrance way.
Napier walks down the aisle to a round of boos and takes his place at the commentary table. *
Alexander Marshall: If the announcement of me replacing that insufferable hack Hotcakes upset everyone, wait until this announcement. Tonight will be our LAST Friday Night Fury in the Thunder Dome. After tonight, I am taking Thunder Pro Wrestling on the road for the entire world to enjoy.
*The crowd erupts with booing, some fans even throwing their souvenir cups into the ring at Alexander. Ringside security guards hop into the crowd, chasing down the fans who were throwing things. Marshall continues to laugh. *
Alexander Marshall: Don’t worry, I’ll put something in here to fulfill our lease that you people will enjoy. Maybe a giant flea market or an all-you-can-eat buffet.
*The boos continue.*
Alexander Mashall: If you’d all quiet down please, I’ve got a lot more announcements to make that will make you all very happy. The next announcement is who will face Larry Tact for the International Championship at Bohemian Bash. Ladies, and gentlemen…. Well looking at this crowd let me rephrase that.
Heffers and Hogs, let me introduce to you the NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! THE MAN WHO WILL FACE, AND DEFEAT LARRY TACT AT BOHEMIAN BASH! THE MECHANIC PETER VAUGHN!!!
*The crowd begins to boo loudly as "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue begins to play over the PA. Peter Vaughn makes his way out onto stage, but this is a Peter Vaughn we’ve never seen before, as he’s wearing a red & yellow outfit, along with a blonde wig giving him a lot more hair than normal. He stops at the front of the stage, posing, as the crowd continues to heckle him, throwing trash in his direction.*
Markson: Vaughn’s mocking the man he defeated at RetroMania, Terry Marshall, with lots of help from Terry’s brother, Alexander!
*After a few more moments, Vaughn rips the wig off of his head, tossing it towards the crowd. He also tears off the red and yellow outfit, throwing it towards a nearby trash can, while revealing his normal coveralls underneath. He walks down the aisle, a large grin on his face at the hatred he’s experiencing all around him. Security makes sure to keep people back, as Vaughn rolls into the ring and gives Alexander a handshake. He then is given the mic from Alexander, turning to the crowd.*
Peter Vaughn: Doesn’t the world feel RIGHT again?
*The crowd doesn’t seem to think so, but Vaughn doesn’t care.*
Peter Vaughn: You may not like me, but I’ve told the truth all along. I said that I was the reason that TPW became great. I was the true firestarter that created the inferno you’re watching today. And I proved it once more, by sending good ol’ Terry to the retirement home where he belongs!
*Alexander tugs on Vaughn’s arm, whispering something to him. Vaughn nods.*
Peter Vaughn: You’re right, Alexander. I sent him to the hospital first. Get well soon, Terry! Enjoy retirement!
*Vaughn gives a big laugh, and we can hear Alexander laughing along. Not many in the audience join in.*
Peter Vaughn: Alexander here has righted the TPW ship. He’s brought back the glory of this company, and everything will become perfect once again when I win back the International Championship, VIA MY RIGHTFUL TITLE REMATCH, from Larry Tact!
*After a moment, Vaughn turns to the camera, pointing towards it as if talking to his competition.*
Peter Vaughn: Larry, congratulations on retaining the belt at RetroMania. But I’m afraid your unscheduled run is going to be coming to an end soon. See, Terry stole my rematch from me and opted to just give you & Busta Rhymes a random shot instead. But things come full circle, Larry. Your time is almost up. Because there’s no one else who deserves a rematch more than me!
*Suddenly…
All eyes hit the top of the ramp where we see a smirking Chris Page walking out to the top of the ramp in street clothes. He stands at the top of the ramp with his hands on his hips looking out across the sold-out venue. Chris nods his head as the crowd has a very mixed reception for the wrestling Icon. Chris starts to make the walk down to the ring. Peter and Alexander both seem like this is an unexpected surprise while we see Chris reach ringside and take a microphone off the top of the steel steps before climbing up to the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and enters the ring. The music fades away as Chris raises the microphone with his attention firmly on Peter Vaughn. *
CHRIS PAGE: First things first- you step to the side because I’m here to talk to him.
*Vaughn casually steps to the side as Chris looks across at Alexander. *
CHRIS PAGE: Number One, if anyone deserves a ONE ON ONE rematch for the International Title… you’re looking at him, and before anyone tries to tell me that I got beat at RetroMania allow me to give you a golf clap for pointing out the obvious, which coincidentally has NOTHING to do with the logic I’m about to disperse upon you.
*The crowd boos more than cheers while Chris continues.*
CHRIS PAGE: Terry Marshall screwed me out of the title in the first place by allowing Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Duh to answer the challenge that wasn’t even supposed to be for the title in the first place! Then, in your infant wisdom thought it was a cool idea to do what? BOOK ANOTHER TRIPLE THREAT MATCH. I’m not out here asking you, I’m telling you that I demand a ONE ON ONE return match for the International Title…
*Peter looks to interject but Chris quickly cuts him off. *
CHRIS PAGE: Hold on, grasshopper!
*Chris then states. *
CHRIS PAGE: But while I did suffer the loss at RetroMania doesn’t mean that I’m calling for the rematch now… because truth be told, I want Vaughn again, and in order to get that I’m prepared to play ball. The way I see it, why don’t we do unto Larry what he did unto me. The way I see it, standing in this ring right now you’ve got the two best TPW has to offer… and I think it’s time to take matters into our own hands.
*Alexander grins and all three men begin to laugh. Alexander steps forward and shakes hands with Page. Page and Vaughn then shake hands. Marshall steps to the middle of the ring. *
Alexander Marshall: You are looking at the real power of Thunder Pro. You are looking at the men who will take this from a sports club to a business. You are looking at… THE CABAL!!!
*The crowd begins booing loudly, but it subsides as the lights of the Thunder Dome flicker methodically and the opening beats of "In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword sound over the PA. The fans erupt in cheers as the second, third, and fourth chords reverberate, and three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the two shapes. On the TerryTron, the words ‘TACTILIZING ONE’ ‘GAME CHANGER’ and ‘INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION’ cycle through. From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage with the title secure around his waist. Larry trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms up at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and smacks the plate on the title belt before indicating ‘This is ours!’ as his arms point around at the crowd. Larry then returns to center stage and peers down at the title again while he produces a mic in hand and raises it up. The music fades out and the TT cuts out, leaving the crowd’s chorus of chanting the champ’s name before he addresses The Cabal in the ring. *
Larry Tact: I’ll have you know it’s a bit rude to start ringing off your TPW wishlists and grand plans for the International Championship without making tactful invitations. Namely, you should invite the target of all this talk. Fortunately for you, I don’t need an invite around here to crash parties because I AM the reigning… AND defending International Champion!
*The crowd pops, with the Cabal looking none too pleased by Larry’s sudden appearance.*
Larry Tact: That goes for everyone in this arena, along with you three. Whether you like it or not, I am YOUR International Champion. I had sense enough to hang near the stage with the idea Alexander would be addressing plans for Bohemian Bash. Before we get to that, though, there is one thing I’d like to mention about RetroMania…
*Larry pauses to gesture around the arena, from the luxury boxes to the front row and back to the ring.*
Larry Tact: Alexander, you revealed yourself to be a snide weasel that the likes of CCPE would be impressed by. You played your own brother, just so you could slide into a power position in the company. Then you betrayed all the goodwill and trust that he had invested in you, taking over TPW and aiding that piece of trash slinking around next to you, and thwarting Terry’s opportunity to avenge himself and his family.
*Crowd boos Peter Vaughn, who looks smug and shrugs, relatively unphased by the shared disdain of Larry and the Thunderamaniacs.*
Larry Tact: The idea that you want to transform TPW is nothing more than twisting the proverbial knife in the guts of Terry Marshall, who poured literal blood, sweat, and tears into getting this wrestling company off the ground. He captured the hearts of every person who paid good money to be here and take the time to watch, riveted, at home. No matter what you say or do… Terry Marshall will always be the TRUE owner of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and his spirit will NEVER be forgotten!!
*At this, the crowd begins chanting ‘TERRY! TERRY! TERRY!’ to the acrimony of the Cabal. Meanwhile, Larry twirls the mic in his hand and glances back down at the International title, nodding some unspoken affirmation to himself.*
Larry Tact: Technically speaking, this is no longer TM’s TPW, and for now we need to leave that chapter in the past with RetroMania. I could say the same to you, Page, about leaving things in the past. Namely, your continuous bitching about wanting another title shot. You want to keep petitioning for a one Vee one match to win this title sitting around MY waist, but let me ask you this: How many solo matches have I had to win or defend this title?
*Larry holds a hand up to silence Chris Page before he can speak up.*
Larry Tact: I’ll humbly answer that, since all the ganja makes your math a bit fuzzy. I’ve had zero one-on-one matches for this title, or to defend it and wat do I do? Show up, step in the ring, and wrestle for the privilege of being the Champion these Thunderamaniacs deserve. If I had wanted to answer the open challenge myself, I could have and before you claim it was easier for me to team up with BG against you? Save it. That logic only shows how cutthroat and siloed you are, leading an organization that lends very little space to the idea of true camaraderie and more to what you three want TPW to be: Business. You don’t even want to be seen as a group, or stable, but rather an AGENCY. That’s nothing like Terry’s vision for TPW: A melting pot for the best and brightest wrestlers to settle who’s the superior IN THE RING, with athletic and sporting endeavors. The Cabal’s agenda is about KILLING the competition and as International Champion, I’m not going to let that slide.
*Larry unfastens the belt from around his waist, shouldering it while the crowd shows their support.*
Larry Tact: The humble reality is… I’m here to represent the wrestlers in the back who will be otherwise suffocated by your ‘business proposal.’ I’m here to preserve the spirit of TPW that Terry Marshall envisioned for all the THUNDERAMANIACS to enjoy…
*Grabbing the title, he raises it up high.*
Larry Tact: I’m here to FIGHT for the soul of Thunder Pro Wrestling!!!
*The Thundermaniacs burst into chanting Larry’s name, loving his enthusiasm to defend Terry and TPW. He rests the belt back on his shoulder as the group in the ring sling insults at ringside fans, and motion for the crowd to pipe down.*
Larry Tact: So, Peter Vaughn, I’m more than willing and able to defend this title against you at Bohemian Bash. It’s no secret, I’ve had you on my own wishlist of opponents. It’s funny that, when I arrived, I figured I would need to wrest this title from around your waist. Thanks to your buddy Page, now YOU are going to be the one having to pry it from me. Let’s all give Chris Page a big old thanks for that… *clapping* ‘Thank you, Chris!’
*The crowd quickly begins a mocking ‘Thank You, Chris!’ chant, to which Page scowls and shakes his head.*
Larry Tact: But after what you did to Terry, PeeVee, I’m chomping at the bit to get in the ring with you. The way you went about threatening the Marshall family, and even used Terry’s own title to attack him? You deserve ALL of what’s coming to you… and, rest assured, it does NOT include becoming International Champion. Because you and Page, you’re far too corrupted to deserve setting the direction for the talent of this company. All you’ve earned is a game-changing beatdown that’ll set you on course for a new moniker: The Nurse, after you set a new record… needing the most stitches in TPW history!
*The crowd is eating it all up, but Alexander Marshall steps up with his mic, waving a finger at Larry.*
Alexander Marshall: Look at you, Larry, trying to play the goodie-goodie and step up for my brother. You don’t hold the influence here, you aren’t in control of the company. THAT’S ME!! The only thing you are is a remaining smear that my brother left on this company. At Bohemian Bash, Peter here will scrub and polish the smear right off the TPW map to take back the International title!
*Jeers shower the Cabal but Larry seems to relish the moment.*
Larry Tact: You know, I’ve overcome Vaughn before. I’ve overcome Page before. But one thing I haven’t done? It’s overcome both of them in a tag team match. You’re standing strong tonight, but why don’t we put it to a test next week? Let’s get in the ring and have ourselves a tag team match so I can correct the record!
*The crowd pops at this. Vaughn and Page look at each other, then break into laughter.*
Peter Vaughn: Lar, I hate to break it to you, but who exactly are you teaming with?
Chris Page: If you don’t get smart and stop blabbing, you’re going to end up right alongside your former partner, done and dusted!
*Larry smiles and we begin hearing audio play over the sound system.*
Dog goes "woof"
Cat goes "meow"
Bird goes "tweet"
And mouse goes "squeek"
*The crowd goes nuts as the beginning lyrics to “The Fox (What Did the Fox Say?)” by Ylvis begins to play and EL DIABLO BLANCO springs out onto the stage next to Larry. The two bump fists and then walk down the ramp, not waiting a moment more to get after the Cabal.*
Markson: El D is on Friday Night Fury and it looks like Larry Tact has found a formidable new tag team partner, in the former American Champion.
Napier: El Diablo Blanco has just signed his death warrant.
*Alexander Marshall gives the cue for production to stop the music as the fans chant for El D.*
Alexander Marshall: JUST ONE MINUTE! Very clever, champ, I’ll give you that. But I’m guessing there isn’t a bigger fool in this place than El Diablo Blanco, and for that reason we’re going to shake things up a little. If you want to get at Peter here next week, you’ll have to do it in a SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH!
Chris Page: Who’s dumb enough to stand alongside you and El D?
Peter Vaughn: No one in their right mind.
*The Cabal engages in a stare down with Larry and El D, who are at ringside, when the crowd buzzes at someone sliding into the ring behind the trio.*
Markson: Wait, who the heck is that getting in there?? OH MY— IT’S MATT ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!
Alexander Marshall: JUST ONE MINUTE! Very clever, champ, I’ll give you that. But I’m guessing there isn’t a bigger fool in this place than El Diablo Blanco, and for that reason we’re going to shake things up a little. If you want to get at Peter here next week, you’ll have to do it in a SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH!
Chris Page: Who’s dumb enough to stand alongside you and El D?
Peter Vaughn: No one in their right mind.
*The Cabal engages in a stare down with Larry and El D, who are at ringside, when the crowd buzzes at someone sliding into the ring behind the trio.*
Markson: Wait, who the heck is that getting in there?? OH MY— IT’S MATT ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!
Napier: WHAT!?! HE DOESN'T WORK HERE!!!
Markson: Terry Marshall must have re-signed Matt Knox before Alexander took power.
*Knox wastes no time attacking Chris Page, knocking him down, then brawling with Peter Vaughn! The crowd goes bananas at the sight of the multiple time World Champion, including the current IWF Invictus Champion.*
Markson: I can’t believe The Raven is in TPW! What does this mean??
Napier: WHAT!?! GET HIM OUT OF THERE, HE ISN’T CONTRACTED TALENT!!!
*As Vaughn is driven back, Chris Page lands a heavy blow to the back of Knox, causing him to stumble and be double teamed.*
Markson: Here comes El D and Larry Tact!
*The two enter the ring and begin brawling with Page and Vaughn, driving them against the ropes and then landing duel Clotheslines that send them over the top rope and out of the ring, where Alexander Marshall had escaped when he caught sight of Matt Knox.*
Markson: This is unreal! I don’t know who The Cabal has in mind as their third teammate, but we have three heavy hitters in the ring to counter them. This is shaping up to be a FEROCIOUS tag team match next week, folks!
*The Cabal looks angrily at El Diablo Blanco and the International Champion in the ring. As El D talks some smack to them, Larry turns and is suddenly face-to-face with Matt Knox. The tension is palpable as the crowd looks on, waiting for a move.*
Markson: It’s no secret that Tact and Knox have been on anything but the same page in their careers. Anytime they’ve crossed, there’s been conflict and in fact… Larry Tact has NEVER beaten Matt Knox! Does that history play into Knox’s reason for being in TPW??
*After a few seconds, Matt reaches an open hand in the small space between them. Larry looks down at it, then back up at Knox. He looks out to the crowd, who are looking for a handshake. It looks like Larry may turn away… but shakes his head and grasps Matt’s hand in a quick handshake to the delight of the fans! Larry then goes to exit the ring and retrieve his title from the apron as El Diablo Blanco pats Knox on the shoulder and they exchange a few words about the situation.*
Markson: An uneasy alliance established towards a common enemy, for now. We’ll see how things shape up next week, when these three team against The Cabal!
Markson: I can’t believe The Raven is in TPW! What does this mean??
Napier: WHAT!?! GET HIM OUT OF THERE, HE ISN’T CONTRACTED TALENT!!!
*As Vaughn is driven back, Chris Page lands a heavy blow to the back of Knox, causing him to stumble and be double teamed.*
Markson: Here comes El D and Larry Tact!
*The two enter the ring and begin brawling with Page and Vaughn, driving them against the ropes and then landing duel Clotheslines that send them over the top rope and out of the ring, where Alexander Marshall had escaped when he caught sight of Matt Knox.*
Markson: This is unreal! I don’t know who The Cabal has in mind as their third teammate, but we have three heavy hitters in the ring to counter them. This is shaping up to be a FEROCIOUS tag team match next week, folks!
*The Cabal looks angrily at El Diablo Blanco and the International Champion in the ring. As El D talks some smack to them, Larry turns and is suddenly face-to-face with Matt Knox. The tension is palpable as the crowd looks on, waiting for a move.*
Markson: It’s no secret that Tact and Knox have been on anything but the same page in their careers. Anytime they’ve crossed, there’s been conflict and in fact… Larry Tact has NEVER beaten Matt Knox! Does that history play into Knox’s reason for being in TPW??
*After a few seconds, Matt reaches an open hand in the small space between them. Larry looks down at it, then back up at Knox. He looks out to the crowd, who are looking for a handshake. It looks like Larry may turn away… but shakes his head and grasps Matt’s hand in a quick handshake to the delight of the fans! Larry then goes to exit the ring and retrieve his title from the apron as El Diablo Blanco pats Knox on the shoulder and they exchange a few words about the situation.*
Markson: An uneasy alliance established towards a common enemy, for now. We’ll see how things shape up next week, when these three team against The Cabal!
*FNF returns from commercial break, and the ring has been cleared except for El D who now has Sammy G standing across the ring from him. The referee signals for the bell, and the match between El Diablo Blanco and Sammy G is underway. The crowd is electric with anticipation, eager to witness the clash between these two competitors with contrasting styles and motivations.
El D takes a moment to gauge his opponent, a cocky smirk crossing Sammy G's face. The Backyard Phenom circles the ring, his eyes locked on Sammy G, as he prepares to engage in this battle of wills.
As the two wrestlers lock up in the center of the ring, Sammy G's aggressiveness becomes evident. He uses this to his advantage to overpower El Diablo Blanco, driving him back into the corner with a series of powerful strikes. The crowd gasps as El D absorbs the blows, displaying his resilience and determination. *
El D takes a moment to gauge his opponent, a cocky smirk crossing Sammy G's face. The Backyard Phenom circles the ring, his eyes locked on Sammy G, as he prepares to engage in this battle of wills.
As the two wrestlers lock up in the center of the ring, Sammy G's aggressiveness becomes evident. He uses this to his advantage to overpower El Diablo Blanco, driving him back into the corner with a series of powerful strikes. The crowd gasps as El D absorbs the blows, displaying his resilience and determination. *
Markson: El D is putting his toughness on display here.
Napier: Toughness? It looks like he is suffering from a bad case of ring rust, that is the most offense Sammy G has ever gotten.
*El D refuses to be dominated for long. Summoning his inner fire, he unleashes a burst of energy, countering Sammy G's assault with a lightning-quick snap suplex. The impact reverberates through the ring, and the crowd erupts in applause, rallying behind their beloved hero.
El D throws his arms up in the air and spins around, pandering to the crowd. *
El D throws his arms up in the air and spins around, pandering to the crowd. *
Markson: And the crowd is going wild for El Diablo Blanco
Napier: These hillbillies would love El Diablo Blanco, look at all the Mexican restaurants around here.
*As the match progresses, the back-and-forth action intensifies. Sammy G's high-flying maneuvers impress the crowd, showcasing his agility and athleticism. He connects with a breathtaking springboard tornado DDT, leaving El D momentarily stunned. The Diablo Nation holds its breath, but El Diablo Blanco digs deep, summoning his fighting spirit to kick out just before the referee's hand slams down for the three-count.
With each near fall, the tension in the arena rises. The crowd rallies behind El D, chanting his name, fueling his determination to overcome the odds. The Backyard Phenom fights back with a flurry of strikes, executing a powerful body slam that shakes the ring, and follows it up with a spine buster that leaves Sammy G writhing in pain. *
Markson: I think El D is feeling froggy.
Napier: I think El D is to rusty for the top rope.
*The crowd rises to their feet as El Diablo Blanco looks down at Sammy G and then to the crowd. Then back to Sammy G. They begin to roar as El D cups his hand over his “horn” to rile the crowd up. With a light kick to the downed opponent’s arm, the audience is in a frenzy as they know what is to come. They have not seen the Backyard Elbow in quite a while.
El D rushes the ropes, hops over the prone Sammy G. As he bounces off the opposing ropes Sammy scurries to the outside to a chorus of boos. With a smile on his face, Sammy points to his head as if he made a wise decision. Those boos quickly turn to cheers, though, as El D bounces off the far side ropes and comes flying through the middle and top ropes with a suicide dive. Sammy G just barely gets out of the way and uses El D’s momentum to send him into the ringside barrier shoulder and arm first.*
Markson: OH NO!
Napier: All this trouble El D is having with Sammy G, just imagine what The Cabal is gonna do to him.
*But Sammy G, true to his heel persona, refuses to back down. He seizes an opportunity and targets El D's injured arm, unleashing a barrage of punishing attacks aimed at weakening his opponent. The crowd's cheers transform into concerned murmurs as they witness El Diablo Blanco's struggles, sensing the momentum shifting. Sammy grabs El D by the arm and slams it elbow first onto the ring apron. El D clutches his arm but doesn’t have time to focus as Sammy rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope.
Sammy G nonchalantly makes his way back into the ring, pausing to tell off a ringside fan that tells him that he sucks. Sammy G then turns back to El D seeing he’s still clutching the arm. Just when it seems that Sammy G has the match in his grasp, El Diablo Blanco summons his last reserves of strength. He fights through the pain, showcasing his resiliency and heart. With a sudden burst of energy, he surprises Sammy G with a reversal, executing a devastating stump piledriver that leaves his opponent motionless on the mat. *
Sammy G nonchalantly makes his way back into the ring, pausing to tell off a ringside fan that tells him that he sucks. Sammy G then turns back to El D seeing he’s still clutching the arm. Just when it seems that Sammy G has the match in his grasp, El Diablo Blanco summons his last reserves of strength. He fights through the pain, showcasing his resiliency and heart. With a sudden burst of energy, he surprises Sammy G with a reversal, executing a devastating stump piledriver that leaves his opponent motionless on the mat. *
Markson: El D absolutely spiked Sammy G with that piledriver.
Napier: That move is too dangerous, maybe Mr. Marshall will ban it.
Markson: This isn't Memphis in the 1970's
*The crowd starts chanting El D! El D! El D!. Responding to the crowd, El Diablo Blanco slams his fist of the injured arm into the mat in unison to the crowds beat. Getting blood flow back into the arm, El D pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes for leverage. Once again, he looks down at Sammy G, then to the top turnbuckle, then out to the crowd. With his good arm, El Diablo Blanco points to the top rope. The crowd begins another chant of Yes! Yes! Yes!.
The crowd erupts in thunderous applause, witnessing the turning point of the match. El D ascends to the top rope, his eyes locked on his fallen opponent. With a leap of faith, he soars through the air with Feeling Froggy, a top rope splash, that connects with pinpoint precision.
The impact reverberates through the arena, and the crowd rises to its feet in awe. The referee slides into position, counting the pinfall.
The crowd erupts in thunderous applause, witnessing the turning point of the match. El D ascends to the top rope, his eyes locked on his fallen opponent. With a leap of faith, he soars through the air with Feeling Froggy, a top rope splash, that connects with pinpoint precision.
The impact reverberates through the arena, and the crowd rises to its feet in awe. The referee slides into position, counting the pinfall.
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. El Diablo Blanco emerges victorious, his hand raised in triumph. The crowd explodes with cheers, their admiration for El D evident in their thunderous applause. *
The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. El Diablo Blanco emerges victorious, his hand raised in triumph. The crowd explodes with cheers, their admiration for El D evident in their thunderous applause. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... EL DIABLO BLANCO!!!
Markson: The Diablio Nation is back BABY!!!
Napier: It's going to be short lived, because next Fury The Cabal will overthrow the leader of the Diablo Nation.
*After the match, El D takes a moment to catch his breath, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration washing over him. He looks out at the Diablo Nation, their faces beaming with pride and joy. With a microphone in hand, he addresses the crowd. *
El Diablo Blanco: Thank you, my brothers and sisters! Your support means the world to me. Tonight, we showed the world what El Diablo Blanco is capable of. This victory is not just for me, but for all of you who stood by me during my absence.
*The crowd responds with chants of "El D! El D!" The connection between El Diablo Blanco and his fans is unbreakable, built on a foundation of mutual respect and admiration. *
El Diablo Blanco: To Sammy G, I commend you for stepping into the ring with me tonight. I couldn’t have asked for a better first match back than this. Keep pushing, keep striving, and one day, you'll find your moment to shine.
*El D extends a hand to Sammy G, offering a sign of sportsmanship. Sammy G hesitates for a moment before foregoing the handshake and instead rolling out of the ring and disappearing to boos. They don’t last long, though, as El D goes back to the microphone.*
El Diablo Blanco: In the TP-Dub, there are no easy matches. Every competitor brings their A-game, and I'm honored to be part of this incredible roster. The Diablo Nation, I promise you this is just the beginning. There are more battles to be fought, more victories to be won. Together, we will rise to new heights and make history.
*The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their faith in El Diablo Blanco reaffirmed. They know that this is just the start of an incredible journey, and they eagerly await what the future holds for their beloved hero. *
El Diablo Blanco: And to all the little Diablitos out there, I want you to know that dreams do come true. Never let anyone tell you that you can't achieve greatness. Believe in yourself, work hard, and never give up. The power to overcome any obstacle lies within you.
*The words resonate with the young fans in attendance, their eyes filled with hope and inspiration. El Diablo Blanco's message transcends the boundaries of the wrestling ring, reaching the hearts of everyone who hears it. Handing the microphone back over to the time keeper, El D gives an inaudible thank you to the crowd as “The Fox (What Did The Fox Say?)” plays once again. *
El Diablo Blanco: Thank you, my brothers and sisters! Your support means the world to me. Tonight, we showed the world what El Diablo Blanco is capable of. This victory is not just for me, but for all of you who stood by me during my absence.
*The crowd responds with chants of "El D! El D!" The connection between El Diablo Blanco and his fans is unbreakable, built on a foundation of mutual respect and admiration. *
El Diablo Blanco: To Sammy G, I commend you for stepping into the ring with me tonight. I couldn’t have asked for a better first match back than this. Keep pushing, keep striving, and one day, you'll find your moment to shine.
*El D extends a hand to Sammy G, offering a sign of sportsmanship. Sammy G hesitates for a moment before foregoing the handshake and instead rolling out of the ring and disappearing to boos. They don’t last long, though, as El D goes back to the microphone.*
El Diablo Blanco: In the TP-Dub, there are no easy matches. Every competitor brings their A-game, and I'm honored to be part of this incredible roster. The Diablo Nation, I promise you this is just the beginning. There are more battles to be fought, more victories to be won. Together, we will rise to new heights and make history.
*The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their faith in El Diablo Blanco reaffirmed. They know that this is just the start of an incredible journey, and they eagerly await what the future holds for their beloved hero. *
El Diablo Blanco: And to all the little Diablitos out there, I want you to know that dreams do come true. Never let anyone tell you that you can't achieve greatness. Believe in yourself, work hard, and never give up. The power to overcome any obstacle lies within you.
*The words resonate with the young fans in attendance, their eyes filled with hope and inspiration. El Diablo Blanco's message transcends the boundaries of the wrestling ring, reaching the hearts of everyone who hears it. Handing the microphone back over to the time keeper, El D gives an inaudible thank you to the crowd as “The Fox (What Did The Fox Say?)” plays once again. *
*The shot fades to backstage where we see Junko Souma pacing back and forth in front of the Thunder Pro Wrestling interview backdrop. The live crowd cheers. Wringing her hands together, Junko stops in front of the camera, speaking in English as best she can.*
Junko Souma: Good evening... everyone!
*She gestures toward herself.*
Junko Souma: I... am Junko Souma!
*She waves at the camera.*
Junko Souma: Hi! I am happy... to be here!
*Smiling, she continues speaking.*
Junko Souma: As you all saw... two weeks ago... Junko Souma is... NEW number one contender to American Championship-- will receive title shot at Bohemian Bash... NOVA SKYE! So excited to have opportunity to face you... but that... is long time away.
*She suddenly appears more serious.*
Junko Souma: Junko has... unfinished business!
*She nods, affirming her point.*
Junko Souma: Brooke Blakely... one month ago, you turned on Junko... ended our team... ended friendship, so I defeated you at RetroMania... but I am not finished with you. What happened one week ago in Miracle Galaxy Pro... is only the beginning! June 24th at Star Crossed Wonderland... I will get my hands on you... once again! Only this time... our match will be refereed by Thunder Pro Wrestling's own... THUNDERING... TERRY... MARSHALL--
*A familiar voice interrupts her from off-camera.*
Alexander Marshall: Whoa, whoa, whoa... let me stop you right there.
*Alexander Marshall walks into the shot, towering over Junko. She looks up at him, annoyed. The live crowd boos loudly as Marshall looks around, eyebrow raised. He shakes his head and goes about his business.*
Alexander Marshall: I don't know where you're getting your information, you spicy little Asian cuisine... if there's a language barrier at play or if you got some of your little Chinese moon runes confused but my idiot brother will NOT be representing Thunder Pro Wrestling when he referees that match in Miracle Galaxy Pro.
*Junko scowls up at him.*
Alexander Marshall: He can suck up all the sushi he wants in whatever third world country he finds himself in... he can referee matches, go hangin' and bangin' with geisha girls, or sweat it out in one of those weird public bath houses... frankly, I don't give a damn. But this company is mine... and I forbid him from dragging its good name through the mud.
*Junko folds her arms across her chest defiantly, narrowing her eyes.*
Junko Souma: Alexander Marshall... you... are... asshol--
*BAM! Junko is blasted from behind out of nowhere by Brooke Blakely! The live crowd boos loudly as Junko goes down to all fours, allowing Brooke kick her in the back, then mount her and rain down blows to the back of her head! Alexander Marshall chuckles.*
Alexander Marshall: What's that Junko? You wanna repeat that? I couldn't hear you all that well with Brooke Blakely's fist in your mouth!
*Still laughing, he walks off-camera, allowing Brooke Blakely to have her way with Junko! She drags Junko off the floor by two handfuls of hair and drags her away from the interview set. Junko grabs Brooke by the hair and slaps her hands down before nailing her with a big forearm... only for Brooke to return fire with a boot to the stomach AND A DDT ON THE FLOOR! Brooke grabs Junko by her shirt and drags her toward a trashcan. She pulls her to her feet and then dumps her head first into the garbage! The live crowd boos loudly as Brooke throws the blonde hair out of her face and smiles.*
Brooke Blakely: That's where you belong... with the rest of the trash!
*The fans boo even louder as Brooke turns and leaves. The camera slowly zooms in on Junko's legs sticking up out of the trashcan, kicking a bit until it falls over on its side. Junko, visibly disoriented from the DDT on the floor, is covered in garbage and discarded bits of food. We fade out on a shot of her dazed face as the fans boo loudly and we cut to a commercial break. *
Junko Souma: Good evening... everyone!
*She gestures toward herself.*
Junko Souma: I... am Junko Souma!
*She waves at the camera.*
Junko Souma: Hi! I am happy... to be here!
*Smiling, she continues speaking.*
Junko Souma: As you all saw... two weeks ago... Junko Souma is... NEW number one contender to American Championship-- will receive title shot at Bohemian Bash... NOVA SKYE! So excited to have opportunity to face you... but that... is long time away.
*She suddenly appears more serious.*
Junko Souma: Junko has... unfinished business!
*She nods, affirming her point.*
Junko Souma: Brooke Blakely... one month ago, you turned on Junko... ended our team... ended friendship, so I defeated you at RetroMania... but I am not finished with you. What happened one week ago in Miracle Galaxy Pro... is only the beginning! June 24th at Star Crossed Wonderland... I will get my hands on you... once again! Only this time... our match will be refereed by Thunder Pro Wrestling's own... THUNDERING... TERRY... MARSHALL--
*A familiar voice interrupts her from off-camera.*
Alexander Marshall: Whoa, whoa, whoa... let me stop you right there.
*Alexander Marshall walks into the shot, towering over Junko. She looks up at him, annoyed. The live crowd boos loudly as Marshall looks around, eyebrow raised. He shakes his head and goes about his business.*
Alexander Marshall: I don't know where you're getting your information, you spicy little Asian cuisine... if there's a language barrier at play or if you got some of your little Chinese moon runes confused but my idiot brother will NOT be representing Thunder Pro Wrestling when he referees that match in Miracle Galaxy Pro.
*Junko scowls up at him.*
Alexander Marshall: He can suck up all the sushi he wants in whatever third world country he finds himself in... he can referee matches, go hangin' and bangin' with geisha girls, or sweat it out in one of those weird public bath houses... frankly, I don't give a damn. But this company is mine... and I forbid him from dragging its good name through the mud.
*Junko folds her arms across her chest defiantly, narrowing her eyes.*
Junko Souma: Alexander Marshall... you... are... asshol--
*BAM! Junko is blasted from behind out of nowhere by Brooke Blakely! The live crowd boos loudly as Junko goes down to all fours, allowing Brooke kick her in the back, then mount her and rain down blows to the back of her head! Alexander Marshall chuckles.*
Alexander Marshall: What's that Junko? You wanna repeat that? I couldn't hear you all that well with Brooke Blakely's fist in your mouth!
*Still laughing, he walks off-camera, allowing Brooke Blakely to have her way with Junko! She drags Junko off the floor by two handfuls of hair and drags her away from the interview set. Junko grabs Brooke by the hair and slaps her hands down before nailing her with a big forearm... only for Brooke to return fire with a boot to the stomach AND A DDT ON THE FLOOR! Brooke grabs Junko by her shirt and drags her toward a trashcan. She pulls her to her feet and then dumps her head first into the garbage! The live crowd boos loudly as Brooke throws the blonde hair out of her face and smiles.*
Brooke Blakely: That's where you belong... with the rest of the trash!
*The fans boo even louder as Brooke turns and leaves. The camera slowly zooms in on Junko's legs sticking up out of the trashcan, kicking a bit until it falls over on its side. Junko, visibly disoriented from the DDT on the floor, is covered in garbage and discarded bits of food. We fade out on a shot of her dazed face as the fans boo loudly and we cut to a commercial break. *
Steve Cotton: The next match is scheduled for one fall. It will decide which wrestler will enter the Bohemian Bash at #1, and which wrestler enters at #30!
*The crowd pops, always loving a good stipulation added to a contest to make it more meaningful.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, standing 6’4” and weighing 238 lbs, from Petionville, Haiti, here is :”TonTon Macoute” Henri Toussaint!!
*"Sak Pase, N'ap Boule" by Ghottan begins to play throughout the arena. A mixture of boos and cheers permeate the room. After a few moments of the song kicking in, Henri Toussaint emerges from behind the curtain, dancing his way to the ring to the beat of his music. He doesn't acknowledge the fans at all, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand. He hops into the air and rolls through the bottom rope. He gets up and heads directly to the center of the ring, where he drops to a knee and kisses the cross hanging from his gold chain.*
Steve Cotton: His opponent, standing 6’7” and weighing 275 lbs, from Yakima, Washington, here is ZOLTON!!
*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy.*
Markson: This one’s quickly become personal between Toussaint and Zolton, as Toussaint rescued Colton Maxim after a savage beating from Zolton at RetroMania.
Napier: I doubt we’re ever going to see Maxim wrestle again. The fool’s lucky to be alive after foolishly challenging Z.
Markson: One of these men will be getting the prime spot at the Bohemian Bash. Will it be Toussaint or…
Napier: Shut up, Markson, here we go!
*Just as the bell sounds, Zolton’s already rushing forward, charging at Toussaint in his corner! But Toussaint yanks himself through the ropes, ending up on the apron, as Zolton hits nothing but turnbuckle! Zolton spins backwards, with Toussaint quickly springing back over the ropes, grabbing Zolton by the head and dropping him with a bulldog! Zolton rolls aside, then starts to get up, shaking his head clear. But Toussaint is on him again, hitting a SECOND bulldog! Toussaint then jumps on top, going for the first cover, as Dizzy Dan slides in…
1…
2..
And Zolton throws Toussaint off of him, sending him over the referee!*
Markson: Never underestimate Zolton’s power.
Napier: That’s what Maxim did, and look at him now!
*Toussaint manages to get off Dizzy Dan, hopping to his feet while shooting him a quick apology. He turns, but Zolton’s already right there, pulling him in for a quick lariat! The ref rolls out of the way, getting to his feet, already not looking pleased at being in charge of this one. Zolton doesn’t even notice him, though, as he hauls Toussaint up, hefting the man into the air and delivering a twisting powerslam that shakes the ring!! Zolton stays on top, with Dizzy Dan quickly diving back in, while keeping a healthy distance this time.
1…
2..
And Toussaint easily kicks out, keeping himself alive in this one.*
Napier: Keep it up, Zolton! More violence! Break that man!
Markson: You are really a lot different from Hotcakes, Napier.
Napier: I think you meant “better”, Markson, and you’re right. I am.
*Almost as if he heard Napier, Zolton has dragged Toussaint back off the mat and locked him into an abdominal stretch!! Toussaint is feeling the burning pain as he’s twisted out of alignment, but he still refuses to give up, shaking his head as Dizzy Dan asks him the question. Zolton keeps up the pressure, even as he reaches out with one long arm, grabbing the ropes! The pressure is immediately intensified, as Toussaint lets out a yell. He still refuses, even as Zolton tightens up, trying to make it even worse. But this backfires on Zolton, as Dizzy Dan look up, seeing the arm on the ropes! He calls for the break, threatening a disqualification, with Zolton finally dropping the hold at the count of 4.*
Markson: Zolton showing once again that rules are just an obstacle to overcome for him.
Napier: The ref should really let that one slide. He’s being a little picky for my tastes.
Markson: What do you mean? Zolton got caught cheating there, he’s lucky he wasn’t DQ’ed!
Napier: That wasn’t cheating, that was just… creative use of the hands…
*Zolton glares over at Dizzy Dan for a moment before hauling up Toussaint, shooting him into the corner. He goes after him, but Toussaint comes back out, leaping into Zolton with a flying clothesline that knocks him down! Both wrestlers work to get back up, with Zolton recovering first. He rushes at Toussaint, but the man is ready, delivering a surprising hip toss to the big man! Zolton, almost shocked by the move, pops back up and charges again, only to take a second hip toss! Then a third! Staggered, Zolton ends up on the ropes, pulling himself up, only for Toussaint to charge him, knocking Zolton over the ropes and down to the floor!*
Markson: If this was the Bohemian Bash, Zolton would have just been eliminated!
Napier: But it’s not, and that’s why Zolton concentrated more on landing on his feet than saving himself, Markson!
*Indeed, Zolton’s still upright, as he grabs at Toussaint’s legs, dragging him out of the ring! He grabs Toussaint as soon as he’s out, banging the man’s head into the edge of the apron! Toussaint falls to the side, trying to recover, as Dizzy Dan starts a count on both men. Zolton doesn’t seem to care, as he wants to deliver more punishment. He lines up Toussaint against the apron, giving him repeated shoulder tackles that bang him against the edge! Toussaint, wincing from each shot, finally slides to the ground, as Zolton looks up at the referee. With a look of satisfaction, Zolton rolls into the ring to stop the count, only to come right back out for more.*
Napier: That’s right, Zolton! Give the fans what they want! Violence! Bloodshed!
Markson: I don’t think that’s all the fans want, Napier…
Napier: Alexander Marshall doesn’t pay you to think, Markson, now shut up and do your job!
Markson: … I can’t do both of those things, it’s impossible…
Napier: Just… *sigh* just talk about the match, damn it!
*Outside, Zolton pulls Toussaint up again. He has evil intentions, looking towards the nearby stairs. He whips Toussaint towards them, no, Toussaint somehow manages a reversal, shooting Zolton into the stairs instead!! He hits knees first, flipping over them before landing on the other side!! Toussaint drops to a knee for a moment, taking advantage of the break, before getting back up. He hears Dizzy Dan’s count and nods, getting back in the ring on one side, before sliding out of the ring on the other side, next to a recovering Zolton. Toussaint quickly latches on, though, and delivers the Boulé Kay on the outside!!! The crowd pops as both men are down, with Dizzy Dan continuing his count.*
Markson: What a beautiful move from Toussaint! He might have knocked Zolton out!
Napier: So he’s going to win with a countout? Lame. Throw him onto the table, Henri!!
Markson: This isn’t that kind of match, Napier.
Napier: No, but it could be…
*Toussaint gets to his feet, breathing heavily from the action that’s been going down. He goes back under the ropes for a short second to break up the count once more, then comes back, watching as Zolton gets to his hands and knees, dragging himself up. Seeing this, Toussaint backs away, getting nearer to the turnbuckle on the other side, lining up a shot on his rival. The crowd gets behind him, even as Toussaint runs forward, raising up his arm… and Zolton stands up, blasting Toussaint with a chair he got from under the ring!!! Toussaint crashes backwards, sliding past Zolton, knocked senseless!! Zolton throws the chair down, leaning on the apron, even as a stunned Dizzy Dan turns and signals for the bell to ring, saying that this one’s over!! *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, via disqualification: ”TonTon Macoute” Henri Toussaint!!
Markson: What on earth was that??
Napier: That, Markson, is why guys like Zolton get paid the big bucks. What a hit!
Markson: But Zolton just cost himself the #30 spot!
Napier: You think someone the size of Z gives a damn when he enters the Bohemian Bash? Now it’s just about taking out his rival!
*Zolton has already moved over to Toussaint, dragging the stunned wrestler off the outside mat. He says something to him, which the camera doesn’t pick up, before taking him towards the ringpost. He shoves Toussaint’s head towards it, but Toussaint manages to block it! Toussaint then reverses it, banging Zolton’s head into the post instead!! Zolton staggers away, a hand on his forehead, as Toussaint swipes at some blood coming from his own injury. He then goes after Zolton from behind, punching away at his ribs! Zolton twists around, throwing his own shots, as the two men begin to brawl up the aisle near the fans!!*
Markson: We need help out here!
Napier: Let them fight! It’s good for ratings!
*The brawl continues up the aisle, with Zolton managing a haymaker that staggers Toussaint. He then rushes at him, tackling the man and driving them both into the edge of the ramp!! The crowd does appear to be loving it, as they begin to boo as security comes out to break things up. It’s not easy, as the two men are extremely hard to hold back. We cut away to commercial break.*
*The crowd pops, always loving a good stipulation added to a contest to make it more meaningful.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, standing 6’4” and weighing 238 lbs, from Petionville, Haiti, here is :”TonTon Macoute” Henri Toussaint!!
*"Sak Pase, N'ap Boule" by Ghottan begins to play throughout the arena. A mixture of boos and cheers permeate the room. After a few moments of the song kicking in, Henri Toussaint emerges from behind the curtain, dancing his way to the ring to the beat of his music. He doesn't acknowledge the fans at all, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand. He hops into the air and rolls through the bottom rope. He gets up and heads directly to the center of the ring, where he drops to a knee and kisses the cross hanging from his gold chain.*
Steve Cotton: His opponent, standing 6’7” and weighing 275 lbs, from Yakima, Washington, here is ZOLTON!!
*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy.*
Markson: This one’s quickly become personal between Toussaint and Zolton, as Toussaint rescued Colton Maxim after a savage beating from Zolton at RetroMania.
Napier: I doubt we’re ever going to see Maxim wrestle again. The fool’s lucky to be alive after foolishly challenging Z.
Markson: One of these men will be getting the prime spot at the Bohemian Bash. Will it be Toussaint or…
Napier: Shut up, Markson, here we go!
*Just as the bell sounds, Zolton’s already rushing forward, charging at Toussaint in his corner! But Toussaint yanks himself through the ropes, ending up on the apron, as Zolton hits nothing but turnbuckle! Zolton spins backwards, with Toussaint quickly springing back over the ropes, grabbing Zolton by the head and dropping him with a bulldog! Zolton rolls aside, then starts to get up, shaking his head clear. But Toussaint is on him again, hitting a SECOND bulldog! Toussaint then jumps on top, going for the first cover, as Dizzy Dan slides in…
1…
2..
And Zolton throws Toussaint off of him, sending him over the referee!*
Markson: Never underestimate Zolton’s power.
Napier: That’s what Maxim did, and look at him now!
*Toussaint manages to get off Dizzy Dan, hopping to his feet while shooting him a quick apology. He turns, but Zolton’s already right there, pulling him in for a quick lariat! The ref rolls out of the way, getting to his feet, already not looking pleased at being in charge of this one. Zolton doesn’t even notice him, though, as he hauls Toussaint up, hefting the man into the air and delivering a twisting powerslam that shakes the ring!! Zolton stays on top, with Dizzy Dan quickly diving back in, while keeping a healthy distance this time.
1…
2..
And Toussaint easily kicks out, keeping himself alive in this one.*
Napier: Keep it up, Zolton! More violence! Break that man!
Markson: You are really a lot different from Hotcakes, Napier.
Napier: I think you meant “better”, Markson, and you’re right. I am.
*Almost as if he heard Napier, Zolton has dragged Toussaint back off the mat and locked him into an abdominal stretch!! Toussaint is feeling the burning pain as he’s twisted out of alignment, but he still refuses to give up, shaking his head as Dizzy Dan asks him the question. Zolton keeps up the pressure, even as he reaches out with one long arm, grabbing the ropes! The pressure is immediately intensified, as Toussaint lets out a yell. He still refuses, even as Zolton tightens up, trying to make it even worse. But this backfires on Zolton, as Dizzy Dan look up, seeing the arm on the ropes! He calls for the break, threatening a disqualification, with Zolton finally dropping the hold at the count of 4.*
Markson: Zolton showing once again that rules are just an obstacle to overcome for him.
Napier: The ref should really let that one slide. He’s being a little picky for my tastes.
Markson: What do you mean? Zolton got caught cheating there, he’s lucky he wasn’t DQ’ed!
Napier: That wasn’t cheating, that was just… creative use of the hands…
*Zolton glares over at Dizzy Dan for a moment before hauling up Toussaint, shooting him into the corner. He goes after him, but Toussaint comes back out, leaping into Zolton with a flying clothesline that knocks him down! Both wrestlers work to get back up, with Zolton recovering first. He rushes at Toussaint, but the man is ready, delivering a surprising hip toss to the big man! Zolton, almost shocked by the move, pops back up and charges again, only to take a second hip toss! Then a third! Staggered, Zolton ends up on the ropes, pulling himself up, only for Toussaint to charge him, knocking Zolton over the ropes and down to the floor!*
Markson: If this was the Bohemian Bash, Zolton would have just been eliminated!
Napier: But it’s not, and that’s why Zolton concentrated more on landing on his feet than saving himself, Markson!
*Indeed, Zolton’s still upright, as he grabs at Toussaint’s legs, dragging him out of the ring! He grabs Toussaint as soon as he’s out, banging the man’s head into the edge of the apron! Toussaint falls to the side, trying to recover, as Dizzy Dan starts a count on both men. Zolton doesn’t seem to care, as he wants to deliver more punishment. He lines up Toussaint against the apron, giving him repeated shoulder tackles that bang him against the edge! Toussaint, wincing from each shot, finally slides to the ground, as Zolton looks up at the referee. With a look of satisfaction, Zolton rolls into the ring to stop the count, only to come right back out for more.*
Napier: That’s right, Zolton! Give the fans what they want! Violence! Bloodshed!
Markson: I don’t think that’s all the fans want, Napier…
Napier: Alexander Marshall doesn’t pay you to think, Markson, now shut up and do your job!
Markson: … I can’t do both of those things, it’s impossible…
Napier: Just… *sigh* just talk about the match, damn it!
*Outside, Zolton pulls Toussaint up again. He has evil intentions, looking towards the nearby stairs. He whips Toussaint towards them, no, Toussaint somehow manages a reversal, shooting Zolton into the stairs instead!! He hits knees first, flipping over them before landing on the other side!! Toussaint drops to a knee for a moment, taking advantage of the break, before getting back up. He hears Dizzy Dan’s count and nods, getting back in the ring on one side, before sliding out of the ring on the other side, next to a recovering Zolton. Toussaint quickly latches on, though, and delivers the Boulé Kay on the outside!!! The crowd pops as both men are down, with Dizzy Dan continuing his count.*
Markson: What a beautiful move from Toussaint! He might have knocked Zolton out!
Napier: So he’s going to win with a countout? Lame. Throw him onto the table, Henri!!
Markson: This isn’t that kind of match, Napier.
Napier: No, but it could be…
*Toussaint gets to his feet, breathing heavily from the action that’s been going down. He goes back under the ropes for a short second to break up the count once more, then comes back, watching as Zolton gets to his hands and knees, dragging himself up. Seeing this, Toussaint backs away, getting nearer to the turnbuckle on the other side, lining up a shot on his rival. The crowd gets behind him, even as Toussaint runs forward, raising up his arm… and Zolton stands up, blasting Toussaint with a chair he got from under the ring!!! Toussaint crashes backwards, sliding past Zolton, knocked senseless!! Zolton throws the chair down, leaning on the apron, even as a stunned Dizzy Dan turns and signals for the bell to ring, saying that this one’s over!! *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, via disqualification: ”TonTon Macoute” Henri Toussaint!!
Markson: What on earth was that??
Napier: That, Markson, is why guys like Zolton get paid the big bucks. What a hit!
Markson: But Zolton just cost himself the #30 spot!
Napier: You think someone the size of Z gives a damn when he enters the Bohemian Bash? Now it’s just about taking out his rival!
*Zolton has already moved over to Toussaint, dragging the stunned wrestler off the outside mat. He says something to him, which the camera doesn’t pick up, before taking him towards the ringpost. He shoves Toussaint’s head towards it, but Toussaint manages to block it! Toussaint then reverses it, banging Zolton’s head into the post instead!! Zolton staggers away, a hand on his forehead, as Toussaint swipes at some blood coming from his own injury. He then goes after Zolton from behind, punching away at his ribs! Zolton twists around, throwing his own shots, as the two men begin to brawl up the aisle near the fans!!*
Markson: We need help out here!
Napier: Let them fight! It’s good for ratings!
*The brawl continues up the aisle, with Zolton managing a haymaker that staggers Toussaint. He then rushes at him, tackling the man and driving them both into the edge of the ramp!! The crowd does appear to be loving it, as they begin to boo as security comes out to break things up. It’s not easy, as the two men are extremely hard to hold back. We cut away to commercial break.*
* "Back in Black" plays over the speakers as "Pretty" Ricky Stanton rises from the elevated floor in smoke blue suit. He's escorted down ringside by two henchmen and two Latinas in gowns. The crowd boos loudly as Stanton struts to the ring. Ricky climbs into the ring, with the Latinas holding the ropes open for him. Ricky turns to the hard cam and smirks, and Cotton gives him a mic. The crowd is booing super loud. *
Markson: The crowd has obviously not forgotten what this man did at RetroMania.
Napier: Ricky Stanton is a rising problem to Thunder Pro Marks, but personally, I love the guy.
PRS: At Retromania, I had the opportunity to do something I haven't done in YEARS. And that is...win a title. That's right, in all my money, popularity (Crowd boos louder) and colorful return after a two-year hiatus, I still have everything BUT THAT. So when I get the chance to face Nova Skye (Crowd cheers and Stanton stands there and smirks for a second) I saw nothing but a victim, not a competitor. And then...this happens... go to the footage...
*RETROMANIA FOOTAGE - Nova is ready to go for the pin but notices the referee is still distracted. Nova takes the knucks off and tosses them out of the ring into the crowd. Nova turns and charges at the Latina woman and knocks her off the apron with a big slap. Nova turns back to Stanton who is on all fours. Nova grabs Stanton by the head but as she does Stanton pops right up with her on his shoulders ready for a Rainemaker (F5).
As Ricky goes to spin Nova, she pops her head free, flips her body backward and wakes Ricky down with a crucifix pin.
PRS: At Retromania, I had the opportunity to do something I haven't done in YEARS. And that is...win a title. That's right, in all my money, popularity (Crowd boos louder) and colorful return after a two-year hiatus, I still have everything BUT THAT. So when I get the chance to face Nova Skye (Crowd cheers and Stanton stands there and smirks for a second) I saw nothing but a victim, not a competitor. And then...this happens... go to the footage...
*RETROMANIA FOOTAGE - Nova is ready to go for the pin but notices the referee is still distracted. Nova takes the knucks off and tosses them out of the ring into the crowd. Nova turns and charges at the Latina woman and knocks her off the apron with a big slap. Nova turns back to Stanton who is on all fours. Nova grabs Stanton by the head but as she does Stanton pops right up with her on his shoulders ready for a Rainemaker (F5).
As Ricky goes to spin Nova, she pops her head free, flips her body backward and wakes Ricky down with a crucifix pin.
The Footage then cuts to Stanton attack...
The camera cuts back to Ricky as the crowd boos more..*
Markson: Not a good look even for a Veteran like him...
PRS: Many people condemned my actions. Hell, I was even barred from the Velvet Rabbit's Fourth Floor LOOKING AT YOU AZZY..... anyway, and I got the messages letting me know that I needed to apologize and the messages about how I'm a dirtbag and how I'm the same ol' guy from years earlier....Some of you all knew me then, many of you didn't...and that's probably for the better.
*PRS paces the ring*
PRS: So here's what I'm going to do. And I'm going to look right into the hard cam to do it. (sighs and wipes his eyes) I'm....I'm sorry.......
Markson: What the....did he apologize?
Napier: Better yet....IS HE CRYING???
PRS: It's.....(wipes eyes) It's just been so long and sometimes you get ahead of yourself and you put everything in place to make ONE MOMENT A MOMENT and well, I lost control of the match and got caught slipping.....
*The crowd is silenced and has no idea how to react. Soon small claps begin to be heard around the arena as people begin to stand to their feet acknowledging Stanton and soon begin to clap louder. *
PRS: (Wiping eyes) Thank you... really, (people clapping louder) thank you. I want to make things right for Nova, for everything done that night and for you guys! You guys have shown me a lot!
Markson: Not a good look even for a Veteran like him...
PRS: Many people condemned my actions. Hell, I was even barred from the Velvet Rabbit's Fourth Floor LOOKING AT YOU AZZY..... anyway, and I got the messages letting me know that I needed to apologize and the messages about how I'm a dirtbag and how I'm the same ol' guy from years earlier....Some of you all knew me then, many of you didn't...and that's probably for the better.
*PRS paces the ring*
PRS: So here's what I'm going to do. And I'm going to look right into the hard cam to do it. (sighs and wipes his eyes) I'm....I'm sorry.......
Markson: What the....did he apologize?
Napier: Better yet....IS HE CRYING???
PRS: It's.....(wipes eyes) It's just been so long and sometimes you get ahead of yourself and you put everything in place to make ONE MOMENT A MOMENT and well, I lost control of the match and got caught slipping.....
*The crowd is silenced and has no idea how to react. Soon small claps begin to be heard around the arena as people begin to stand to their feet acknowledging Stanton and soon begin to clap louder. *
PRS: (Wiping eyes) Thank you... really, (people clapping louder) thank you. I want to make things right for Nova, for everything done that night and for you guys! You guys have shown me a lot!
*PRS pauses, wiping his eyes sniffing. *
PRS: Thank you...you've show me (As people clap louder, Ricky covers his mouth to fight back crying...) You've shown me THAT NON OF YOU WILL EVER FULFILL YOUR DREAMS. NONE OF YOU!!!! (Smirks as the crowd gasps and boos again...he stands there with an evil smile and mouths to the camera "got ya") And you want to know why? This moment right here. This moment where you wanted me to come out here and BREAK FOR YOU. You wanted me to admit to what I did and APOOOLLLOOOGGIIIZZEEE F you and ya Mama I ain't doing that! When I said I was going to make things right YES I'M GOING TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT AND THAT IS BE THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER IN THIS PROMOTION AND THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO DO NOT BE SECOND PLACE TO MEDICORE, EATING SCRAPS UNDER THE TABLE people!
And I don't even care that Nova won cause I would have spent the next four months WIPING THE STENCH OF HER LEADERSHIP FROM IT!
PRS: Thank you...you've show me (As people clap louder, Ricky covers his mouth to fight back crying...) You've shown me THAT NON OF YOU WILL EVER FULFILL YOUR DREAMS. NONE OF YOU!!!! (Smirks as the crowd gasps and boos again...he stands there with an evil smile and mouths to the camera "got ya") And you want to know why? This moment right here. This moment where you wanted me to come out here and BREAK FOR YOU. You wanted me to admit to what I did and APOOOLLLOOOGGIIIZZEEE F you and ya Mama I ain't doing that! When I said I was going to make things right YES I'M GOING TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT AND THAT IS BE THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER IN THIS PROMOTION AND THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO DO NOT BE SECOND PLACE TO MEDICORE, EATING SCRAPS UNDER THE TABLE people!
And I don't even care that Nova won cause I would have spent the next four months WIPING THE STENCH OF HER LEADERSHIP FROM IT!
*Crowd boos super loud now as they chant STANTON SUCKS! STANTON SUCKS!*
PRS: DO YOU ACTUALLY think that if I did things your way I would still be in the positions I'm in now? HELLLLLLL NO!!!! I'M THE FACE THAT RUNS THE PLACE! THE REASON FOR THE SEASON! THE MONEY FOR THE HONEYS and if you think that Larry Tact is safe from the Pretty Boy, or Nova Skye can actually sleep at night when I'm the reason Thunder Pro doesn't sleep, or HELL, even Aaron Warthog who NO ONE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT and is about as relevant as yesterday's morning dump then you're an idiot. All of you. Backstage. Up front. All of you.
I WILL HOLD A TITLE IN THIS FED AND IT'S GOING TO BE SOOOOOOOO PRETTTTYYYYYY...
I WILL HOLD A TITLE IN THIS FED AND IT'S GOING TO BE SOOOOOOOO PRETTTTYYYYYY...
*PRS Flips mic and walks out and back up the ramp as people throw stuff at him and boo. The scene fades from the crowd to a video segment. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to a ring full of competitors and Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is… IS THE RACE TO THUNDER MOUNTAIN MATCH!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing the final contestant of the match, weighing in at 245lbs, from Reno, NV, he is the Unwanted…. ATLAS MOORE!!!
*Thick smoke fills the arena as the lights dim, strobing red and yellow lights flash as the song intro plays. As the guitars pick up, Atlas enters, walking menacingly to the ring. He remains focused on the ring, staring a hole either into the mat or his opponent. As he gets onto the apron, he stands with his back to the inside of the ring and removes his mask as the chorus hits. He enters the ring and the hard cam. *
Markson: This is going to be a very interesting match.
Napier: Oh please, this is going to be a cluster fudge of a match.
Markson: HEY NOW! You can’t say that.
Napier: Yes I can, Terry booked this crap, not Mr. Marshall. Things are going to shape up around here now that Alexander “The Great” Marshall is in charge.
*The bell sounds and as it does everyone in the ring begins brawling except for TLS. TLS jumps from the ropes and begins heading up the entranceway. Meanwhile, both members of Lights Out are double-teaming 999, while Mud Mouth and Davis Starfire are trading shots back and forth. Rose and Amber Lee have paired off in a brawl of the female powerhouse. Blakely tries to pull a TLS and jumps out of the ring, but Evan Maloney goes out after her. Eavan grabs Brooke, spinning her around and blasting her with a right. Brooke staggers back, but answers with a kick to the stomach of Maloney.
Ava and Alessia both charge at 999 and deliver a double dropkick to him. 999 goes tumbling over the top rope. At the same time Rose charges at Amber Lee, and Lee backdrops Rose over the top rope. With the four contestants on the outside, Mud Mouth climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a big body splash coming down onto Rose, 999, Blakely, and Maloney, knocking them all to the ground. *
Markson: Mud Mouth leaping from the Heavens.
Napier: Oh he wasn’t that high. If you wanna talk about high, you should make a road trip with Chris Page sometime, now that’s high.
*TLS has made it through the entranceway curtain, but suddenly TLS comes back out from the entranceway. Behind TLS is CJ O’Donnell who is ordering TLS to back down to the ring and right. TLS looks back at CJ and then turns forward and sprints down the entranceway. Mud Mouth is staggering forward after having taken everyone out with the splash, and TLS takes Mud Mouth down with a Lou Thesz press. TLS comes right to his feet, but as he does is met with a pump kick from Atlas Moore.
Atlas stands over TLS, but turns around and is met with a roundhouse kick from Amber Lee that drops Atlas to a knee. Amber sidesteps just as Rose comes in with a running boot to the face of Atlas. Amber turns to head up the entranceway, but her foot is grabbed by 999, tripping her to the ground. 999 gets to his feet, but as soon as he does the members of Lights Out begin hammering him with forearms in the back.
Davis Starfire runs past everyone, heading up the entranceway, but Brooke Blakely and Evan Maloney are on his trail. As the two women start up the entranceway ramp, Brooke drops her shoulder and throws her body sideways into Maloney, and sends Evan flying off the entrance ramp to the ground below. *
Markson: OH MY! Evan Maloney just landed with a sickening splat on the concrete.
Napier: I bet she leaves a stain on the floor.
*Back down the entranceway 999 headbutts Ava knocking her down, and then grabs Alessia by the head and throws her over the security railing into the crowd. 999 is spun around and kicked in the stomach by TLS. 999 snaps upward and goes for a big right, but TLS blocks it and goes for an eye poke. 999's mask stops the poke and stoves TLS's fingers. TLS backs up holding his hand as 999 stalks forward. Suddenly, Amber Lee flies into the hip and thigh of 999 with a big shoulder tackle, sending 999 crashing to the ground.
Meanwhile, Mud Mouth and Atlas Moore are brawling up the entranceway, but go down the side of the ramp. They make their way by where some trainers are checking on Maloney. Maloney is sitting up, but shaken. Atlas slams his fist into Mud Mouth, rocking him into one of the trainers, but as Mud Mouth falls into him he grabs the small Maglite from the trainer's pocket.
Atlas doesn't see it, and as he steps forward Mud Mouth smashes it into the forehead of Moore. Atlas goes down immediately, and one of the trainers immediately begins checking on Moore. Mud Mouth begins laughing, but his smile switches to shock and pain as Maloney low-blows him from behind. *
Markson: Evan Maloney was down, but she wasn't out.
Napier: Luckily for the ladies of the swamp, it looks like Mud Mouth is out of the baby-making business.
*The shot cuts backstage where Blakely had caught up with Starfire. Blakely has Starfire and tries to Irish whip him, but Starfire reverses and sends Blakely flying right into a Coke machine. Blakely hits the machine back first and sinks into it. Starfire charges forward and drop-kicks Blakely into the machine. Bottles explode from the machine rolling everywhere.
Davis rolls to his feet, and as he does Rose comes through the curtain. Rose sees Davis getting up and charges at him. As Davis gets up Rose spears him back into Blakely and the vending machine, and even more bottles roll out from the machine. As they roll Amber Lee comes through the curtain at a full sprint, not noticing the bottles Amber Lee steps on a bottle, slipping and falling hard on her back on the concrete. *
Markson: OH MY! It looks like Amber Lee took a bad fall there.
Napier: Now that is a Nestea Plunge.
*Rose is up and heads up a flight of stairs and as she does, TLS comes through the curtain. TLS sees Amber Lee, Davis Starfire, and Brooke Blakely all laying out. TLS shrugs, picks up a bottle of rootbeer, opens it, takes a drink, and then heads up the stairs after Rose as we cut to our last, and only commercial break of the match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is… IS THE RACE TO THUNDER MOUNTAIN MATCH!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing the final contestant of the match, weighing in at 245lbs, from Reno, NV, he is the Unwanted…. ATLAS MOORE!!!
*Thick smoke fills the arena as the lights dim, strobing red and yellow lights flash as the song intro plays. As the guitars pick up, Atlas enters, walking menacingly to the ring. He remains focused on the ring, staring a hole either into the mat or his opponent. As he gets onto the apron, he stands with his back to the inside of the ring and removes his mask as the chorus hits. He enters the ring and the hard cam. *
Markson: This is going to be a very interesting match.
Napier: Oh please, this is going to be a cluster fudge of a match.
Markson: HEY NOW! You can’t say that.
Napier: Yes I can, Terry booked this crap, not Mr. Marshall. Things are going to shape up around here now that Alexander “The Great” Marshall is in charge.
*The bell sounds and as it does everyone in the ring begins brawling except for TLS. TLS jumps from the ropes and begins heading up the entranceway. Meanwhile, both members of Lights Out are double-teaming 999, while Mud Mouth and Davis Starfire are trading shots back and forth. Rose and Amber Lee have paired off in a brawl of the female powerhouse. Blakely tries to pull a TLS and jumps out of the ring, but Evan Maloney goes out after her. Eavan grabs Brooke, spinning her around and blasting her with a right. Brooke staggers back, but answers with a kick to the stomach of Maloney.
Ava and Alessia both charge at 999 and deliver a double dropkick to him. 999 goes tumbling over the top rope. At the same time Rose charges at Amber Lee, and Lee backdrops Rose over the top rope. With the four contestants on the outside, Mud Mouth climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a big body splash coming down onto Rose, 999, Blakely, and Maloney, knocking them all to the ground. *
Markson: Mud Mouth leaping from the Heavens.
Napier: Oh he wasn’t that high. If you wanna talk about high, you should make a road trip with Chris Page sometime, now that’s high.
*TLS has made it through the entranceway curtain, but suddenly TLS comes back out from the entranceway. Behind TLS is CJ O’Donnell who is ordering TLS to back down to the ring and right. TLS looks back at CJ and then turns forward and sprints down the entranceway. Mud Mouth is staggering forward after having taken everyone out with the splash, and TLS takes Mud Mouth down with a Lou Thesz press. TLS comes right to his feet, but as he does is met with a pump kick from Atlas Moore.
Atlas stands over TLS, but turns around and is met with a roundhouse kick from Amber Lee that drops Atlas to a knee. Amber sidesteps just as Rose comes in with a running boot to the face of Atlas. Amber turns to head up the entranceway, but her foot is grabbed by 999, tripping her to the ground. 999 gets to his feet, but as soon as he does the members of Lights Out begin hammering him with forearms in the back.
Davis Starfire runs past everyone, heading up the entranceway, but Brooke Blakely and Evan Maloney are on his trail. As the two women start up the entranceway ramp, Brooke drops her shoulder and throws her body sideways into Maloney, and sends Evan flying off the entrance ramp to the ground below. *
Markson: OH MY! Evan Maloney just landed with a sickening splat on the concrete.
Napier: I bet she leaves a stain on the floor.
*Back down the entranceway 999 headbutts Ava knocking her down, and then grabs Alessia by the head and throws her over the security railing into the crowd. 999 is spun around and kicked in the stomach by TLS. 999 snaps upward and goes for a big right, but TLS blocks it and goes for an eye poke. 999's mask stops the poke and stoves TLS's fingers. TLS backs up holding his hand as 999 stalks forward. Suddenly, Amber Lee flies into the hip and thigh of 999 with a big shoulder tackle, sending 999 crashing to the ground.
Meanwhile, Mud Mouth and Atlas Moore are brawling up the entranceway, but go down the side of the ramp. They make their way by where some trainers are checking on Maloney. Maloney is sitting up, but shaken. Atlas slams his fist into Mud Mouth, rocking him into one of the trainers, but as Mud Mouth falls into him he grabs the small Maglite from the trainer's pocket.
Atlas doesn't see it, and as he steps forward Mud Mouth smashes it into the forehead of Moore. Atlas goes down immediately, and one of the trainers immediately begins checking on Moore. Mud Mouth begins laughing, but his smile switches to shock and pain as Maloney low-blows him from behind. *
Markson: Evan Maloney was down, but she wasn't out.
Napier: Luckily for the ladies of the swamp, it looks like Mud Mouth is out of the baby-making business.
*The shot cuts backstage where Blakely had caught up with Starfire. Blakely has Starfire and tries to Irish whip him, but Starfire reverses and sends Blakely flying right into a Coke machine. Blakely hits the machine back first and sinks into it. Starfire charges forward and drop-kicks Blakely into the machine. Bottles explode from the machine rolling everywhere.
Davis rolls to his feet, and as he does Rose comes through the curtain. Rose sees Davis getting up and charges at him. As Davis gets up Rose spears him back into Blakely and the vending machine, and even more bottles roll out from the machine. As they roll Amber Lee comes through the curtain at a full sprint, not noticing the bottles Amber Lee steps on a bottle, slipping and falling hard on her back on the concrete. *
Markson: OH MY! It looks like Amber Lee took a bad fall there.
Napier: Now that is a Nestea Plunge.
*Rose is up and heads up a flight of stairs and as she does, TLS comes through the curtain. TLS sees Amber Lee, Davis Starfire, and Brooke Blakely all laying out. TLS shrugs, picks up a bottle of rootbeer, opens it, takes a drink, and then heads up the stairs after Rose as we cut to our last, and only commercial break of the match. *
Markson: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for having to go to a commercial break in the middle of a match.
Napier: I apologize for nothing. Alexander Marshall is trying to make money here, not give those chuckle-heads at home an uninterrupted experience.
*As the shot returns we see Rose and TLS trading blows in front of a door with a large “Roof Access” sign on it. Rose ducks a right hook from TLS, rams her shoulder into his stomach, and drives TLS back into the wall. TLS slams his hands in a double ax handle down into the back of Rose. Rose staggers back, and TLS grabs her and whips Rose face-first into the brick wall of the building.
TLS shakes the cobwebs from his head and then moves toward the door, but as his hand touches the handle a hand grabs him by the back of the mask. 999 whips TLS around, throwing him across the floor by his mask. TLS shoves himself to all fours as 999 stalks toward him. TLS pushes himself up, but as he gets up 999 nails him with a Flying Knee Strike. TLS goes down and 999 stands over him again. 999 reaches down grabbing TLS by the mask and pulling him up. 999 gets TLS in position to lift him for the Momentum Axis when from down the hall both members of Lights Out appear. 999 does see them and Ava and Alessia pounce on 999 and begin hammering him with forearms. *
Markson: Lights Out are pummlen on 999.
Napier: Pummlen? What kind of redneck language are you using?
Markson: Pummlen is when four hands are on one body at one time.
Napier: Sounds made up.
Markson: Well, it is. Dusty Rhodes made it up.
*The shot cuts back to Mud Mouth and Eavan Maloney who are brawling through the front door of the Thunder Dome. Eavan rocks Mud Mouth with a combination of body shots, that sends Mud Mouth through the front door to the outside. Maloney follows through the front door as Mud Mouth is trying to get to his feet. As Mud Mouth gets up, Maloney is there connecting with a Running Front Kick that sends Mud Mouth toppling over his head and back up to his feet.
Mud Mouth is clearly out on his feet as Maloney moves in for the kill. Maloney goes to Drop the Nuke (RKO), but Mud Mouth puts his hands under her back and tosses her forward. Maloney lands on her feet though, and turns to see Mud Mouth going for a clothesline. Maloney ducks and Mud Mouth stops himself just before falling into the fountain. Mud Mouth turns around right into Maloney landing a headbutt to his chest. Mud Mouth is rocked and Maloney goes for the Sorsh Shot (Superkick), but Mud Mouth catches her kick and swings it down. Maloney catches herself on her feet, but as she does Mud Mouth nails her with Sip of Creek Water (Flatliner) into the fountain where both of them hit the water. *
Napier: Well, at least Eavan Maloney can say she made a splash in her TPW debut.
Markson: Call that sip of the fountain water.
*Mud Mouth pulls himself from the fountain to see Clement Claremont setting up a ladder for Mud Mouth to climb to the roof on. As Mud Mouth climbs the shot switches back to TLS who shoves the "ROOF ACCESS" door open. What TLS finds though is a restroom. TLS turns to leave but as he does receives a superkick from Brooke Blakely that sends TLS staggering back into a stall door.
Blakely charges and spears TLS into the door, knocking the door off its hinges. TLS and Blakely fall onto the lap of current Prestige champion Aaron Warthog who was releasing his 3rd helping from catering.
"OCCUPIED!!!" Warthog screams.
Blakely begins coughing and gag as she runs out of the restroom. TLS grabs the stall railing to pull himself up. "Excuse me", TLS says as he reaches around Warthog and grabs a plunger.
"I MIGHT NEED THAT!!!" Warthog shouts as TLS exits the restroom. As TLS passes the sign on the door static pulses in the screen and the digital sign changes to say "MEN'S ROOM".*
Markson: It looks like 999 may have tampered with that sign.
Napier: Well, I know it wasn't Greg The Handyman.
Markson: How do you know?
Napier: Alexander Marshall fired him this morning.
Markson: WHHHAAAA!?!
*Back in the hallway 999 has Ava by the throat and slams her into the wall. Alessia charges at 999 and he catches her by the throat too. 999 lifts both women up by the throat when Atlas Moore comes out of nowhere hitting 999 in the back with a clubbing forearm blow. 999 staggers forward dropping both members of Lights Out, but they both land on their feet. Alessia slips behind 999t and takes him back into a bridging suplex, holding 999 down just long enough for Ava to approach and deliver a knockout stomp to the face of 999, completing their move Hammer and Anvil.
Ava looks over the fallen 999, when Atlas spins her around Atlas headbutts Ava in the face staggering her. Atlas follows up with a hard kick to the stomach and then delivers the Moore-Phine (Elevated Piledriver Variations aka: Awful Waffle / Gonzo Bomb). *
Napier: Well, Ava Arthur isn’t going to need any Morphine.
Markson: What?
Napier: Dead people don’t need sedatives.
*As Atlas begins to get up Alessia charges at Atlas and catches him with the Agony Angel (A crucifix armbar submission - locking her opponents’ arms wide). Alessia looks cold, he gives no taunts and lets out no screams while she pulls the arm of Atlass back, just gritting her teeth and yanking as hard as she can. Atlas appears to be in great pain and it seems as if Alessia may snap his arm when Davis Starfire comes out of nowhere with a hard front kick to the chest of Alessia that breaks the hold and sends her falling back.
Davis stays on the attack, grabbing Alessia by the waist and delivering the Starfire Driver (Gutwrench Powerbomb ) on the concrete floor. Starfire is quick to his feet, looking down at Alessia who appears unconscious. Starfire turns to head for the stairs but turns around into 999 and knee to the midsection causing them to hurl over and in position for the Momenta Axis. 999 grabs Alessia and delivers the "Momenta Axis" (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]) to Moore on the floor. *
Markson: ON THE FLOOR!!! What a sickening thud.
Napier: This match is going to give someone's career a huge boost, and it might just ruin a career or two in the process.
*The shot cuts to the rooftop where we see a small flagpole with a golden flag waving at the top in the evening breeze. The door to the roof burst open and TLS falls through onto the roof floor. TLS looks up at the flag and begins crawling toward it. Brooke emerges from the stairs behind TLS, holding the plunger that he had taken from the restroom. TLS tries pushing himself up and as he does Blakely slams the stick down into his back. TLS falls on his face and Blakely mounts his back, sticking the handle around TLS’s throat, and then begins choking him out. As TSL begins to fade, in the distance Mud Mouth appears, climbing over the ledge of the roof.
Blakely looks up to see Mud Mouth pulling himself onto the roof. Blakely releases TLS, dropping the plunger. Blakely charges at Mud Mouth as he moves toward the flag. Mud Mouth sees her coming and goes for a right hook, but Blakely ducks. Blakely immediately goes for a superkick, but Mud Mouth ducks this time. Blakely quickly catches her foot and goes right into a Pele kick dropping Mud Mouth. Blakely rolls up, eyes the flag and jumps on the pole, and begins climbing. *
Napier: Brooke Blakely is climbing that pole like a professional, almost like she has done it before.
Markson: What are you insinuating?
Napier: What? Gymnasts climb poles or swing from them, or vault with them, something like that.
*Blakely reaches up to grab the flag and as her fingers touch the cloth Blakely goes flying off the pole. Blakely lands on her feet and looks up in shock as she sees Junko Souma in front of her. Junko begins hammering Blakely with right hands driving Blakely back, Blakely fires a kick to the stomach of Junko. Blakely grabs Junko by the hair, but Junko throws Blakely’s hands off and drives a palm thrust into the throat of Blakely. Junko grabs Blakely and drops her with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). Junko looks down at Blakely and says something the camera audio doesn’t pick up before walking off. *
Markson: Junko Souma getting a measure of revenge on Brooke Blakely.
Napier: Junko is making dangerous enemies, if Mr. Marshall wasn’t mad enough at her already, now she has just cost Brooke Blakely the match.
Markson: And it looks like she left the door open for Mud Mouth to win it.
*Mud Mouth staggers to the pole, but as he gets to it he looks over and sees TLS staggering toward the pole as well. Mud Mouth jumps onto the pole but doesn’t have a good grip and slides back down. Mud Mouth goes to jump up again but sees TLS getting closer. Mud Mouth grabs TLS by the head and jumps for a tornado DDT.
TLS stops Mud Mouth’s momentum, keeping him in the air. TLS charges forward, Mud Mouth’s legs split the pole and TLS drives him crotch-first into the pole. TLS releases Mud Mouth and he falls to the ground holding his crotch. *
Markson: TLS IS GOING TO DO IT!!!
Napier: Not so fast, 999 has entered the chat.
*999 grabs TLS by the mask from behind and throws TLS by his head across the roof. 999 moves toward TLS who is trying to get up. TLS sees 999 coming and reaches over, grabbing the plunger. TLS stands up and swings the plunger handle at 999’s head, but 999 sways back out of the way and lands a hard knee to the stomach of TLS, causing him to hurl over and in position for the Momenta Axis.
999 grabs TLS and lifts him up for the Momenta Axis, but as he gets TLS onto his shoulder TLS slams the plunger into the face of 999, and the plunger cup sticks to the mask of 999. TLS rolls off of the shoulder of 999 and grabs the handle of the plunger, quickly twisting the handle out of the cup. 999 is blinded by the suction cup and tries pulling it off. TLS kick the blinded 999 in the gut, doubling him over. TLS cracks 999 over the head with the handle of the plunger, snapping the wooden handle. TLS grabs 999 and plants him with the Soulbuster (delayed brainbuster suplex). TLS staggers up and towards the pole. As TLS gets to the pole Alessia Angelo appears in the doorway and begins staggering toward TLS, but she is too late as TLS leaps up the pole and grabs the flag. *
Steve Cotton; HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE RACE TO THUNDER MOUNTAIN, RECEIVING A PRESTIGE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH ON JUNE 30TH…. THE LOST SOUL!!!
*TLS falls to his knees on the roof clutching the flag. Suddenly the flag is yanked from TLS’s arms. TLS looks up to see CJ O’Donnell holding the flag that he just took from TLS. TLS stands up starring at CJ as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after The Malvado's lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn goes off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune which is totally not Mexican.*
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your 2023 S.E.X. Cup Winners… Hector… Victor… The Malvado Brothers!
*Pyro goes off in the entrance and the crowd pops. The lolo comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is none other than their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. *
Markson: Here they come Harry, the best Duos TPW has to offer and dare I say, the best Duos in the world today?!
Napier: That they may very well be, but sickens me to my stomach thinking about what Terry Marshall put them through, these men are the Duos champions and deserved more respect.
*The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Leslie Jimenez who is waiting for them on the ramp, holding both Duos Championships. Once together, she hands them one title each and the brothers put them over their shoulders before making their way to the ring. Once at ringside, one of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other leaps over the top rope; Leslie simply walks around, and walks up the steps with Paco now beside her. Each of the Malvados go to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish but despite their efforts, the crowd continues to cheer. *
Markson: A lot has been made of The Malvados fanfare, are they being cheered, are they being booed? What do you make of it Nick?
Napier: I think the fans just can’t make up their damn mind… What I want to know is, where is the S.E.X. Cup? If this is a fiesta, where is the cup? As a matter of fact, where are the balloons, confetti? Party decorations? and all the food? and where is my damn margarita!
*The Malvados hop down and are each handed a mic. Leslie stands in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand as well. Once their music fades and the crowd settles down, Leslie speaks.*
Leslie: Nice intro Cotton, but let me do the proper introduction…. Damas y Caballeros… please welcome back to the Poop hole that is West Virginia… HECTOR…. VICTOR… THE MALVADO BROTHERS…. STILL your Thunder Pro Wrestling Duos champions of… the... WORLD!
*More pyro goes off again, this time on the rafters above the ring and the crowd now gives a mix reaction, the West Virginians not liking their state being put down.*
Leslie: Now I know that the card promised a fiesta, but the truth of the matter is there is nothing to celebrate tonight… and the reason for that is simple… Tell them Victor.
Victor: You are correct Les, we’re not celebrating tonight because tonight is just like any other night in TPW… Terry Marshall is still your… oh wait… no, that changed.
*Crowd boos.*
Victor: Well, that aside, tonight, just like every Fury for the past year, will begin and end with the Malvado Brothers STILL the Duos champions! We are not going to celebrate retaining our titles at the pay-per-view because that is every-day-thing for us. We show up, we wrestle, we win, we collect a check at the pay window, we continue to be as evil as we possibly can.
Hector: Mucho evil.
Victor: We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary at RetroMania…. We beat a team we knew we were going to beat because we had already done it before… We continue to beat every team that gets put in front of us and here we are, just like after Thunder in Paradise 2, the best Duos teams in the world, and with no new opponents… WE HAVE BEATEN THEM ALL!
Hector: Diles de la copa…
Victor: Oh right, thanks hermano… You guys probably think we are going to celebrate winning the sexy cup huh? Probably wondering why we didn’t bring it up?
*Leslie steps in.*
Leslie: We told you from day one, this is the only prize that matters.
*She pats the Duos title around their waist.*
Hector: Mucho matters.
Victor: We didn’t care about the sexy cup, we didn’t want to be in the tournament because we knew what happened was going to happen, us walking away the winners of the whole damn thing. But you forced us to be in it and surprise-surprise, what happened?
Hector: We mucho won.
Victor: Of course we did, but we warned you… If we won that damn cup, we weren’t going to drink from it like champions do when they win a trophy.. Nah… We think so little of that tournament that when we won it, we told you we were going to PISS IN IT!
Hector: Mucho pipi!
Victor: Oh yeah, it was mucho pipi… We drank so much tequila, mezcal and Tic Tack, look it up, and beerias of course… and every time we needed to take a pipi, we relieved ourselves in it!
Hector: Mucho aaaah…
Victor: Don’t believe me, take a look.
*Let’s take you to the Terry-tron and show you the film of the Malvado Brothers taking turns pissing into the SEX Cup or wait, that’s not what’s being shown on the screen much to the surprise of the Malvados along with the rest of the crowd the screen shows the infamous scene from ‘The Shining’ where Danny Torrance is riding his big wheeler around the Overlook Hotel. Driving right past that carpet pattern that may or may not be Stanley Kubrick admitting to directing the moon landing, Danny turns the corner and sure enough are the Grady twins stopping dead in his tracks. The voice of the Grady twins asking Danny to “come play with us” begins to echo.*
Markson: Someone’s in the ring!
Napier: SOME ONE'S! There's more than one person from what I see!
*The lights go back on and sure enough both members of the Influence are standing in the ring behind the Malvado Brothers and both Delia and Claudia have chairs in hand. The roar from the West Virginia crowd causes the tag team champions to turn around and see what they’re missing.*
“SMMMMMMACKKKK!”
“SMMMMMMACKKKK!”
*And in stereo are knocked from the ring with shots across both the tops of their heads. Claudia holds up the chair again looking to nail Leslie, but she bails out of the ring as well leaving the Influence standing alone in the ring.*
Markson: Delia Black and Claudia Frost have taken out the tag team champions here tonight on what was supposed to be a celebration by the Malvado Brothers.
Napier: No, it was supposed to be a fiesta with chips and drinks.
Markson: Either way, as the only tag team in TPW to have defeated the Malvado Brothers they have sent their message.
Napier: Looks like thet are going to have their own party.
*As the TPW Dups champions retreat up the entrance ramp, someone has delivered a bag of chips and some queso to the Influence in the ring and the two begin by finally getting this fiesta started. Claudia begins to motion towards the crowd and one of those guys who has the margarita tank on his back enters ringside while pouring out a couple of drinks.*
Markson: We're finally getting a fiesta here tonight.
Napier: More and more vendors with food and drinks are making their way from the crowd into the ring, the party is on now folks, Mr. Marshall is making some money tongiht.
*The shot fades to black and the credis as The Influence party it up in the ring with fans joining them from ringside. *