Post by Peter Vaughn on Jun 16, 2023 17:01:36 GMT -5
*The opening FNF logo fades to the backstage area where a large group of security and medical officials are huddled around. Suddenly, Larry Tact and Matt Knox rush into the scene and push their way through security to reveal a scene of total destruction. A broken table lays in the background, as well as equipment cases strewn about, but what is most shocking is right in front of Knox and Tact lays El Diablo Blanco clutching his knee in pain with two chairs laying by them.
Larry is on his knees checking on El D with the medical official. Meanwhile, an erratic Knox kicks a chair and then flips over an equipment case. *
Matt Knox: THAT DAMN PAGE AND VAUGHN!
Larry Tact: El D, who did this?
*Through gritted teeth and winces of pain El D answers. *
El D: It…. ahhh… three… three men… ehh ahh…. Three men in hoods. AHHH!!!
*El D falls back, still clutching his knee. Knox picks a chair up and throws it against the wall while medical officials move in to work on El Diablo and the show fades to the opening intro video. *
Larry is on his knees checking on El D with the medical official. Meanwhile, an erratic Knox kicks a chair and then flips over an equipment case. *
Matt Knox: THAT DAMN PAGE AND VAUGHN!
Larry Tact: El D, who did this?
*Through gritted teeth and winces of pain El D answers. *
El D: It…. ahhh… three… three men… ehh ahh…. Three men in hoods. AHHH!!!
*El D falls back, still clutching his knee. Knox picks a chair up and throws it against the wall while medical officials move in to work on El Diablo and the show fades to the opening intro video. *
*The video fades into a live shot of the T-Mobile Center in Kansas City. The arena is pack with over 19,000 people in attendance. The camera pans around the sold out area focusing on individual signs. *
"MK Kabal > The Cabal"
"Amber Lee vs Rose, Battle of the Amazons"
"JUNKO'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"Where is Nova Skye?"
"I've Been Influenced"
"TLS, Son of a Plumber?"
"Can you smell that 999?"
"Let Warthog Poop In Peace"
*The shot switches to the ringside commentary table where Markson and Napier sit with an electric crowd behind them. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE! Welcome to Friday Night Fury, I am Mark Markson, joining me is Nick "Knows" Napier. We have a huge show for you all tonight with a main event that could send shock waves through Thunder Pro.
Napier: Could? IT WILL!
Markson: Well, we just saw that SOMEONE... Has already attacked El Diablo Blanco, and it appears as if The Cabal is trying to stack the odds in their favor tonight.
Napier: Mark, the odds were already in the favor of The Cabal.
Markson: Speaking of the Cabala, we are going now to Alexander Marshall.
*The shot transitions to Alexander Marshall sitting in his luxury suite. On either side of him are tables, the table on the right has iced-down champagne and caviar, while the table on the left has a large bingo wheel filled with small white balls. Alexander takes a sip from his champagne glass and sits it on the table beside him, a smile creeping across his smug face as he hears the people throughout the arena booing at the sight of him. *
Alexander Marshall: Why are you people booing me? If it wasn’t for me Thunder Pro would have never even come to this flyover city. I’m even here to give you even more news and spoilers.
*Crowd boos intensify, causing Marshall to shake his head as he laughs slightly. *
Alexander Marshall: Silly Thunder-A-Moron-Iacs. I’m here to give you an update on the Bohemian Bash. Now, while the entrants' order will remain anonymous, there are a few entry numbers that are going to be revealed. Let me start with Chris Page.
*Alexander reaches over and spins the wheel beside him, then stops it and pulls a ball from it. Without revealing the ball to the camera he announces the number. *
Alexander Marshall: Oh my, what luck. It appears that Chris Page will get entry number twenty-nine into the Bohemian Bash. Will the newest member of the Cabal have the same luck? Now, his identity will remain hidden until later tonight, but his number will be announced now.
*Alexander again spins the wheel before stopping it and once more retrieving a ball without revealing it to the camera. *
Alexander Marshall: WELL NOW! What luck, it appears that the third member of the Cabal has drawn number twenty-eight. What amazing luck the members of the Cabal have. Now, will Matt Knox have the same luck? Obviously, El Diablo Blanco has already been unlucky tonight, so, let’s find out how lucky Matt Knox is.
*Alexander again spins the wheel before stopping it and once more retrieving a ball without revealing it to the camera. *
Alexander Marshall: Oh my, this isn’t good for Matt Knox at all. Bad luck indeed.
*Alexander turns the ball around to reveal the number “2” on the ball. Marshall begins to laugh as the scene fades from the ball to a commercial break. *
Alexander Marshall: Why are you people booing me? If it wasn’t for me Thunder Pro would have never even come to this flyover city. I’m even here to give you even more news and spoilers.
*Crowd boos intensify, causing Marshall to shake his head as he laughs slightly. *
Alexander Marshall: Silly Thunder-A-Moron-Iacs. I’m here to give you an update on the Bohemian Bash. Now, while the entrants' order will remain anonymous, there are a few entry numbers that are going to be revealed. Let me start with Chris Page.
*Alexander reaches over and spins the wheel beside him, then stops it and pulls a ball from it. Without revealing the ball to the camera he announces the number. *
Alexander Marshall: Oh my, what luck. It appears that Chris Page will get entry number twenty-nine into the Bohemian Bash. Will the newest member of the Cabal have the same luck? Now, his identity will remain hidden until later tonight, but his number will be announced now.
*Alexander again spins the wheel before stopping it and once more retrieving a ball without revealing it to the camera. *
Alexander Marshall: WELL NOW! What luck, it appears that the third member of the Cabal has drawn number twenty-eight. What amazing luck the members of the Cabal have. Now, will Matt Knox have the same luck? Obviously, El Diablo Blanco has already been unlucky tonight, so, let’s find out how lucky Matt Knox is.
*Alexander again spins the wheel before stopping it and once more retrieving a ball without revealing it to the camera. *
Alexander Marshall: Oh my, this isn’t good for Matt Knox at all. Bad luck indeed.
*Alexander turns the ball around to reveal the number “2” on the ball. Marshall begins to laugh as the scene fades from the ball to a commercial break. *
*We fade up at ringside where Steve Cotton is already in the ring, microphone in hand. Standing in the corner to his right is the Caribbean Queen, ready for action. He raises the microphone and begins to speak as the pop remix of "Evolution" by Ayumi Hamasaki begins playing throughout the arena.*
Steve Cotton: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
*The fans applaud loudly as Junko Souma emerges from behind the curtain and stands on the stage for a moment, looking out at the fans with a big smile on her face. She directs her gaze toward the ring and begins making her way down!*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first... from Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan! Weighing in at 115lbs... she is the current number one contender to the Thunder Pro Wrestling AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP... JUNKOOOO SOUMAAAAAA!
*Junko slides under the bottom rope and immediately scrambles to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope, smiling and waving at the cheering fans. As she faces out toward the crowd, Cotton continues the introductions.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, already in the ring, the Caribbean Queen!
*There's a smattering of applause mixed in with some boos as the Queen takes a step out from her corner, teases playing to the fans... and then rushes across the ring, leaps onto the middle rope, and executes a RELEASE GERMAN SUPERPLEX OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! Junko lands on her head and neck and the Queen scrambles on all fours, quickly making the cover!
1...
2...
Junko rolls her shoulder off the mat at the absolute last second!*
Markson: What a way to start a match, Napier!
Napier: This Junko Souma, she's got the worst luck of anyone I've ever heard of! First, she gets eliminated from the S.E.X. Cup Tournament like a goon, then Brooke Blakely turns on her! Sure, she gets a win over Blakely but what happens next? Kapow! Shoved in a trash can like yesterday's news! Now? Broken neck! She's paralyzed! So long! Sayonara!
*The Caribbean Queen grabs two handfuls of Junko's hair and pulls her off the mat. She pulls her in and goes for a suplex but Junko locks her legs and blocks it before nailing the Queen in the mid-section with a forearm. The Queen lets go and backs up a step, allowing Junko to boot her in the stomach and deliver a snap suplex of her own! The fans applaud as Junko rolls back to her feet, favoring her neck, and gestures for the Queen to get up. The Queen slowly stands and Junko charges, ducks a clothesline attempt, and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring! The Queen goes for another clothesline and Junko ducks it, executes a go-behind, and plants her with a bridging German suplex!
1...
2...
The Queen kicks out, her momentum floating her over onto her stomach.*
Markson: Junko is going all out, not just to survive but to put the Caribbean Queen away as quickly as possible. She's working to save her energy for her upcoming match with Brooke Blakely in Miracle Galaxy Pro as well as the American Championship match that she earned at RetroMania... Junko does NOT want to enter either of those matches at less than one hundred percent!
Napier: If that's the case, then she needs to get her head out of her tuchus and get moving! Look at how much trouble she's having with the Caribbean Queen! I'm having a hard time believing she can take Brooke Blakely down, let alone Nova Skye!
Markson: She beat Blakely at RetroMania!
Napier: That didn't count!
*Junko rolls over and pounds the mat before standing and running to the ropes... only to turn right around into a DROPKICK straight to the face! Junko tumbles through the ropes and lands on the apron. The Queen tries to suplex Junko back inside but Junko blocks it and lifts the Queen up, attempting to suplex her to the floor! The Queen wriggles free and lands next to Junko on the apron before nailing her with a big forearm strike! Junko returns witih one of her own! The forearms devolve into knife edge chops, and then open hand slaps to the face before Junko fakes the Queen out, teasing a big right hand and causing her to flinch... allowing Junko to effortlessly SUPERKICK her knee out from under her! The Queen goes down to one knee and Junko grabs her around the neck and plants her with a BASEMENT DDT on the apron! Both women roll to the floor!*
Markson: The Caribbean Queen might have a concussion. The apron is the hardest part of the ring, you know.
Napier: She's fine! It'll take a heck of a lot more than that to put someone like the Caribbean Queen down for the count!
*Junko grabs the Queen by either side of her head and pulls her back to her feet. She goes to throw her under the bottom rope but the Queen blocks it and rams Junko's head into the apron! She throws Junko under the bottom rope and then climbs onto the apron. The Queen ascends the turnbuckles from the outside and perches on the top rope... then flies! DIVING SPLASH! JUNKO MOVES! There's no water in the swimming pool! Junko rolls straight back to her feet and hits the rope as the impact from the missed splash sends the Queen back up to all fours... BASEMENT DROPKICK! NO! The Queen moves and immediately snatches Junko by the hair, yanks her off the mat, and goes for the BAHAMA MAMA-- NO! Junko slips out of THAT, runs straight to the ropes, and turns the Queen inside out with DOMO ARIGATO, MR. LARIATO!*
Markson: She's firing up! I think we're getting close to the end for the Caribbean Queen!
Napier: NO! NO! Not like this! This is not how you treat a QUEEN, Markson!
Markson: What do you know about properly treating queens, Napier?
Napier: That's MY business!
*Junko pounds the mat and climbs the turnbuckles. She waits on the Queen to struggle back to her feet and then flies... FACE FULL OF ACE! The fans go wild as Junko makes the cover!
1...
2...
3-- NO!*
Markson: What the heck is she doing here!?
Napier: Yes! YES!
*Brooke Blakely dives onto Junko, breaking the pin! The fans erupt in boos as Brooke rips Junko away from the Queen and mounts her, raining down punches and forearms as Junko desperately tries to cover up! The Caribbean Queen quickly exits the ring as the referee calls for the bell, signaling the end of the match!*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner by result of a disqualification... JUNKOOOOO SOUMAAAAAA!
Napier: What?! HOW!?
Markson: Wait, what-- what do you mean "HOW?!"
*Brooke pulls Junko back to her feet and kicks off the middle rope, planting her dead in the center with a TORNADO DDT! The fans "OoOoOoo" in sympathy as Junko lands fully vertical and floats over onto her back. Brooke is seething as she stands, grabbing Junko by her ankle and wrist, dragging her into the corner.*
Markson: What is she doing!? Someone stop her!
Napier: What is she doing, Markson? She's finishing what she started during the S.E.X. Cup Tournament! This is a RECEIPT for Junko costing her a shot at the Prestige championship two weeks ago! She's putting Junko out to pasture... for good this time, hopefully!
*Brooke goes to the top rope and prepares to fly... FRENZIED SPIRIT-- NO! Nova Skye hits the ring to a BIG POP with the TPW American Championship in her hand! Brooke sees her coming as she slides under the bottom rope and immediately climbs down from the top turnbuckle! She hops off the apron, escaping around the ring and making her way up the ramp as Skye gestures for her to come back inside and fight!*
Markson: Nova Skye... is here! The TPW American Champion just saved Junko Souma, her next challenger, from ANOTHER vicious attack by Brooke Blakely!
Napier: Why would she do that!? Let Brooke Blakely do God's work! If she let Brooke finish her off tonight, she could've just walked into the Bohemian Bash and PINNED this geek!
*Brooke waves off any further confrontation and exits through the curtain, scowling all the way. Nova, still clutching her championship, seems satisfied that the confrontation is over and kneels next to Junko, helping her to her feet. Junko favors her neck, appearing disoriented following Blakely's attack. The fans applaud loudly as Nova Skye can be seen asking her if she's alright. Junko nods.*
Markson Say what you will about Nova Skye and any behavior she might have exhibited in the past... but she's been dealing with Pretty Ricky Stanton and his goons, doing everything they can to bring her down and end her title reign. She wants a fair fight... she wants to do this her way! She doesn't want Brooke Blakely doing it for her!
Napier: That's ridiculous! No one thinks like that!
*As they stand there for a moment longer, they lock eyes and Nova Skye takes a step back... before raising the American Championship in the air. Junko's eyes follow the title as it's raised over her head. Nova nods and a smirk crosses her face.*
Markson: This is it, Napier. This is the match... July 14th... the Bohemian Bash! Skye versus Souma for the first time EVER with the TPW American Championship in the balance!
Napier: Maybe, maybe not... didn't you say Junko has a match with Brooke Blakely coming up in Japan? Let's see how that pans out, huh?! It might just be Nova Skye versus whatever scraps Brooke Blakely leaves behind!
Markson: I assure you... Brooke Blakely will have to literally kill Junko Souma to keep her away from the Bash and this guaranteed title shot! And believe you me, Thundering Terry Marshall, representing TPW or not, won't let that happen on his watch!
*We fade out on a shot of Nova Skye continuing to hold the championship high as Junko's eyes remain locked on the strap.*
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall with a ten-minute time limit…
*As LL Cool J’s “Mama Said Knock You Out” song plays over the PA Rose walks out onto the stage. She looks around for a moment before she flexes her arms and smirks for a moment before she throws a couple of punches at the air. Moments later she walks down the ramps throwing some punches as she does this.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada… Weighing in at 165 pounds and standing 6’ tall… Here is… Rose!
*She then gets in the ring and walks over to a corner to stare at the rampway as she awaits her opponent. The chorus for “High Hopes” by Panic at the Disco kicks up over the speakers as blue and purple fireworks go off and Amber appears at the top of the ramp.*
Steve Cotton: and her opponent… Making her way to the ring from Daytona Beach, Florida… Weighting in at 165 pounds and standing at 6’2” tall…. Here is… Amber Lee!
*She waves to the crowd with a big smile on her face as she saunters her way down to the ring and slaps hands with the fans before doing a baseball slide under the ring and climbing the nearest turnbuckle and soaks in the adulation of the crowd.*
Markson: Well, here we go Napier, the battle of two glamazons!
Napier: I am so excited for this one, feel my leg Markson! Feel my leg!
*Markson moves his chair away from Napier.*
*The bell rings.*
*Rose charges at Lee while she is still on the turnbuckle waving at the crowd and nails her with a forearm shot, causing her to fall over it and onto the outside apron. The ref for this one, Lindsey Wallace, gives her a warning but Rose brushes her off. She then reaches over the ropes, grabbing Lee by her hair and pulling her up. She then hooks her for a suplex and brings her in hard with it! Rose flips over on top of Lee for the early pin but she kicks out after one. Rose mounts her now and begins to pummel her with hard forearm shots that Lee manages to block the majority of. Rose gets off her now and brings her to her feet, whipping her to the ropes. Lee bounces off and Rose goes for a stiff lariat but Lee ducks it, swinging her legs around to trap Rose’s other arm and then takes her down with a crucifix pin! But Rose also kicks out after one and both women now quickly jump to their feet, and we have a standoff that the crowd gets into.*
Markson: Both ladies weight the same, so really it is Lee who has the 2-inch advantage on height on Rose, but that’s it, both are well built, strong, beautiful women that match up very well.
Napier: Yes, they do, what I wouldn’t do with these two women Markson… My lawd!
*Markson begins to look for some of that “Lexi Gold” brand spray but can’t seem to find any. In the ring Rose nails Lee with a hard forearm shot that Lee returns right away. Rose nails her with a second and follows it up with a chop but Lee is holding her own returning the forearm shot and a chop and lastly a headbutt! That rocks Rose and Lee nails her with a few more chops, backing her to the ropes. There she whips her to the opposite side, Rose bounces off and Lee goes for a drop kick but Rose side steps it and Lee falls flat on her face. She gets up and stumbles right into Rose who nails her with some more knife edge chops, sending her towards the corner. There she hooks her for a suplex and manages to get her up and holds her, delaying the vertical suplex for a good ten seconds before finally dropping Lee hard on her back! Rose again rolls over on top of her for the pin!
One!
Two!!
Kick out by Lee.*
Markson: Nice delay suplex by Rose who has taken over this match.
Napier: She sure has, but I’ll tell you, I’m a little surprised she got a two count on Lee there, though she was tougher.
*Rose sits her up and then gets up, runs towards the ropes, bounces off and nails her with a stiff kick to her lower back! Lee falls to her side but Rose ain’t giving an inch, pushing her onto her belly and then driving her knee repeatedly into her lower back! She then grabs Lee by her throat and hooks her legs, then rolls Lee on top of her, applying a bow and arrow submission! Wallace asks Lee if she gives up but Lee shouts: “no!” and so the match continues. Rose pulls hard on her shoulders and thighs, trying to get her to submit but in one of those pulls, Lee manages to break free, flipping over and landing on top of Rose for the pin! But Rose kicks out after one with Lee unable to hook the leg. Rose gets to her feet and Lee gets to her knees. Rose goes to stiff kick her again, this time on the chest but Lee manages to catch her foot! Lee then gets to her feet as Rose hops around in one leg, taking a swing or two at Lee but not being able to get her. Lee then spins her around by that leg, and as Rose comes around, Lee nails her with a round house kick that drops Rose to the mat!*
Markson: Both ladies are holding nothing back Napier, were you expecting such a stiff match from both competitors?
Napier: No, but I was expecting a stiffy if you know what I mean…
*Markson bangs his head against the desk as back in the ring, Lee picks up Rose and whips her towards the ropes. Rose bounces off and Lee nails her with a big boot! Rose is back down, and Lee makes the pin, hooking both legs this time!
One!
Two!!
Kick out by Rose! Lee quickly gets to her feet and brings rose to hers; she then hooks her and drops her with a snap suplex that she follows with a standing moonsault! Lee again makes the pin!
One!
Two!!
Kick out!
Lee keeps the pace, picking up Rose and whipping her to the corner before charging at her and nailing her with a shoulder block. She then hooks Rose’s head under her arm and delivers a running bulldog! Again Lee goes for the pin, but again Rose kicks out after two!*
Markson: After getting nearly split in half by Rose, Lee has turned this match completely around, and this is probably more what you were wanting to see from her right Napier? And PLEASE KEEP IT PG.
Napier: I don’t know what you are talking about, but yes, this is the Lee I know and now we will get to see what Rose is really made of now.
*Lee whips her again to the corner and again Rose hits hard. She walks over and rams her shoulder into Rose’s mid-section a few times before bringing her to the middle of the ring and applying an abdominal stretch. Rose is hurting but tells ref Wallace she is not quitting so stop asking, then, with all her might, manages to hip toss Lee. She stumbles backwards and only manages to stay on her feet thanks to the ropes. Lee gets up, turns to Rose and charges at her but Rose drops, pulling the top rope down and Lee goes flying to the outside. Referee Wallace quickly goes to check on Lee on the outside, and once she confirms she’s okay, she slides back inside and begins the ten-count.*
Markson: Desperation move there by Rose.
Napier: She had to do something, and she impressed me by outpowering Lee there on that hip toss.
*Rose uses the break to recover, stumbling unto a corner and holding her midsection in pain. As the ref reaches five on the count, Lee slides back inside, sees Rose in the corner and charges at her, going for a splash. But Rose, at the last second, moves out of the way and Lee crashes hard against the top turnbuckle. Rose now quickly goes to the opposite corner, and as Lee turns around, she charges at her and connects with a spear on the corner! Lee doubles over in pain and falls to the mat and Rose stays down herself, not being able to follow up. The crowd begins clapping, getting behind these two tough individuals. Both ladies work their way to their feet and Lee is the first to attack, going for a right hand, no, blocked by Rose who then knees Lee in the mid-section. As Lee doubles over, Rose lifts her and drops her with a rib-breaker! Lee doubles over in pain again but Rose quickly makes the pin!
One!
Two!!
Kick out!*
Markson: Both ladies are so similar in their styles… and even though one is a technical brawler and one a powerhouse striker, both wrestle the same way.
Napier: Yeah, I couldn’t tell you which is which honestly, both are so good. Great match up so far.
*Markson looks at Napier weirdly, as for once, he didn’t make any inappropriate comment. Rose gets to her feet and brings Lee to hers; she lifts her then by her mid-section with a gut-wrench before dropping her with a backbreaker! She doesn’t let go off Lee and stretches her across her knee. Referee Wallace is asking her again if she gives up, but Lee shakes her head no. She then tries to free herself, trying to shove away Rose’s arm but when she can’t, she uses one of her knees to hit her across the temple and the hold is broken. Rose stumbles back into the ropes but goes right back to work on Lee who was on all fours. She pulls her up by her hair and then lifts her unto her shoulder. She then walks to the corner, points to the other side and takes off, delivering a running powerslam! That one rocks Lee and the crowd is on their feet as Rose hooks both legs for the pin!
One!
Two!!
Th… kick out! Rose looks at Wallace in disbelief, but the ref shows her just how close she was with her thumb and index finger. Rose brings Lee to her feet and whips her to the corner. Lee hits hard and is in la-la land. Rose charges at her going for a massive Lariat but Rose steps up and ducks it at the last second. Rose hits mid-section first, both then turn towards each other and Lee on a desperation move lifts Rose and drops her with a spinning spinebuster!*
Markson: What a spinebuster by Lee! Shook the whole ring!
Napier: Rose went from nearly having this match won to likely being knock the F out!
*Both women are down and the crowd who has remained standing for the last few minutes cheer both on. They each start to make their way to their feet, one using the corner while the other uses the ropes. Once vertical, they eye each other, breathing heavily before charging at each other, meeting in the middle of the ring, grabbing each other’s hair by their left hands and exchanging right fists! The crowd is chanting “Go! Go! Go!” Rose gets the upper hand, whipping Lee to the ropes, Lee bounces off and Rose traps her by her mid-section and sends her flying with an overhead belly to belly throw! Lee lands hard but she NO SELLS as she jumps to her feet and Rose is stunned. They charge at each other, and Lee connects first with a European uppercut that stunts Rose. Lee then lifts her and sends her flying with a fall away slam! This time is Rose that NO SELLS it as she kips up and wags her finger at Lee saying: “nah-ah bitch!”*
Markson: Both women are digging deep Napier, neither wanting to give the other the satisfaction of staying down or even showing their hurt!
Napier: All sexist jokes aside… unless they interested, know what I mean? Nah, but seriously, I’m beyond impressed by what these two are bringing to this match.
*They both charge at each other again, but this time Lee kicks Rose in the midsection and then goes for the set-up to her finisher, the “Beach Wave” stunner but Rose blocks it and pushes her off towards the ropes. Lee bounces off and Rose traps her in the set up to her finish, the “Eye of the Behold” bearhug! Lee gets out of it though, nailing Rose with a headbutt! Rose stumbles towards the ropes and Lee moves in on her, hooking her for a suplex, no, inside cradle by Rose!
One!
Two!!
Kick out!
They both get to their feet and Rose goes for a clothesline, no, ducked by Lee who slides behind Rose and takes her down with a schoolboy for the pin!
One!
Two!!
Kick out! Both get to their feet again and Rose kicks Lee on the mid-section this time. She hooks her between her legs, lifting her up for her triple-power-bomb finisher but Lee hangs on to her head and pummels her with rights and lefts before taking her down with a hurricanrana! Lee hooks the legs for the pin!
One!
Two!
Three!
No! reversal by Rose!
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rings!*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. ROSE!
Markson: Oh my, Rose with the closest of finishes right there, I thought Lee had her!
Napier: I did too but Rose managed to flip her at the last second and Lee just couldn’t kick out.
*Rose has slid to the outside, breathing heavily, her eyes on Lee who is on her knees in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily as well. The ref goes outside and raises Rose’s arm in victory, but she never takes her eyes off Lee and nods at her with respect. Lee shakes her head in disappointment first but then nods back… The crowd continues to cheer both ladies on a great effort.*
*The camera fades backstage and you see “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell holding a Rorschach mask in his right hand.*
CJ O’Donnell: You stupid piece of Poop. You didn’t think I would figure it out.
*CJ obviously is standing over someone as he is kicking a male in the back.*
CJ O’Donnell: You couldn’t keep your word. You thought you could outsmart everyone.
*CJ looks at the Rorschach mask and shakes his head with disgust.*
CJ O’Donnell: You suck as a servant. As a matter of fact you are FIRED. That Prestige Title shot you somehow earned is now mine. You don’t deserve to be a champion here. I hope the Bermuda Triangle swallows you whole and we never hear from you again.
*CJ throws the mask on top of what we believe is TLS laying on the floor. CJ walks away just shaking his head. The camera pans down and it is not TLS on the floor but someone else. The Rorschach mask is on the side of his face so we can’t tell who it is just yet. CJ comes back and begins to stomp away at the male on the floor.*
CJ O’Donnell: Give him that message for me. Since he wasn’t a man and couldn’t just admit I was better than him. TLS was all talk and no action. TPW is a better place without him.
*The Rorschach mask slides down his face to reveal …*
CJ O’Donnell: Can you do a simple thing like that Tony …
*Tony the Spider is laying on the floor with the Rorschach mask on his chest with CJ standing over him.*
Tony The Spider: Hahahahahaha! ::cough cough::
*CJ walks away as Tony The Spider is holding his neck area as the camera goes back to ringside.*
Steve Cotton: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'5" and weighing 270 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is 999!
*The discordant intro to “The Fire Is Waiting” plays as every light in the arena turns red. The hooded and masked shadowy 999 walks through the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp.
The song’s drums kick in and the numbers “999” are projected from above down onto the ring canvas and 999 slowly walks down to the ring.*
Steve Cotton: His opponent... standing 4'11.5" and weighing 123 lbs... from New Egypt, NJ... here is Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney!!
*As 5FDP’s This Is My War starts, lights flash all over the arena before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney rides out on a 2018 matte black Harley-Davidson motorcycle and throws her right arm in the air before riding down to the ring, doing a lap around the ringside area and parking her bike at the bottom of the ramp. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners and raises her arm again at each corner, before leaping backwards off the last corner and paces around as she awaits the opening bell.*
Markson: This is a fight between two very dark individuals, Nick.
Napier: I'll say! One is a masked amnesiac and the other is a Satan worshipping wrestling machine!
Markson: And you're set to enjoy every minute of their fight, aren't you?
Napier: Of course! Bring on the violence!
*As the bell rings, Maloney and 999 come to face each other in the center of the ring. Referee Villano 16, usually thought of as the toughest TPW referee, opts to stay back, letting them have their space. 999 towers over Maloney, staring down at her, but Maloney doesn't show a hint of fear. In fact, she throws the first punch, striking away at 999's ribs! Maloney launches a few more shots into him, driving to drive him back, but 999 shrugs them off, shoving Maloney bodily away from him. But Maloney does a quick roll and comes right back, leaping into 999 with the Sorsh Shot (Superkick), knocking him back into the ropes!*
Markson: Maloney is bringing the fire here tonight, not backing down an inch from her much taller opposition!
Napier: I'd say she's my kind of lady, but... I think skulls and altars are a deal-breaker for me.
Markson: Somehow I doubt you're her type, either...
Napier: What are you talking about? The ladies love me!
*999 moves along the ropes, still on his feet, as he staggers into the corner. Seeing this, Maloney charges in, smashing into 999 with a running front kick! 999 sags in the corner, but still doesn't go down, which seems to frustrate Maloney for a second. She climbs up onto him, striking away at his masked face, trying to chop him down with punch after punch. 999 comes to, though, and shoves Maloney off of him again, sending Maloney rolling backwards. Once again, though, before 999 can get out of the corner, Maloney comes flying back in with another kick, continuing the assault! She then chops away at his chest, trying to drive him down, as the referee watches from behind, not getting involved yet.*
Markson: Maloney's really launching everything she can against 999, containing the athletic wrestler, but she still can't get him off his feet!
Napier: She needs to start aiming her punches a little lower.
Markson: What, and risk getting disqualified??
Napier: I know Villano 16 pretty well, I think he'd allow it in this instance.
*With her opponent at least looking dazed, Maloney looks to capitalize, grabbing him by the head. She brings him out of the corner, rushing forward for a bulldog, but when she jumps, 999 stops it, holding her in the air for a second before turning it into a fallaway slam variation, launching Maloney back into the corner!! Maloney hits hard, jammed between the second and third turnbuckle for a moment, before falling back inside the ring, crashing to the mat! 999 takes a few seconds to seemingly clear his head, then turns back to where Maloney's trying to get up. He grabs her, immediately delivering a belly-to-belly suplex, driving her over to the mat! 999 then slides over, making the first cover of the contest...
1!!
2!!
And Maloney shoots her arm up, keeping this one going.*
Markson: And now 999 has the opportunity to take over this one.
Napier: I really hate that we don't know who he is.
Markson: Technically, 999 doesn't even know who he is.
Napier: Yeah, well, pop off that mask, and maybe I can use a FaceFinder app or something!
*Maloney works her way up, with 999 appearing to be fine allowing her to use her own energy. As soon as Maloney's up, though, 999 is on her, locking around her right arm and getting a double wrist lock. He then uses his leg to flip Maloney over to the mat, then rolls on top, keeping the double wrist lock applied and adding pressure, with Maloney only able to kick her legs wildly. Villano 16 moves in, checking on her, seeing if she's going to submit, but Maloney has no intention of quitting. She keeps fighting to get free, flinging her legs around, and manages to catch 999 in the side of the head with a knee. This breaks the hold, with 999 having to pull himself up, stunned once again.*
Napier: I wasn't sure Maloney was getting out of that hold! The last time I saw a grip that tight was from that 2-year-old in the parking lot!
Markson: ... I'm afraid to ask...
Napier: Oh, don't worry, I eventually got that candy. I'm persistent!
Markson: Oh, man....
*999 appears to have recovered now, as he comes at Maloney with a quick clothesline. But Maloney ducks under it, rushing to the ropes, before coming back and leaping into a dropkick, which smashes right into 999's left knee! He falls forward, finally getting sent to the canvas, as he rolls in pain from the shot. Maloney hops up, sensing her opportunity. She waits, latching onto 999 as he struggles to get up, and before he can pull free, Maloney drops him down with the Gnat Gnat (Impaler DDT)!! 999 rolls over onto his back, even as Maloney gets herself on top of him, grabbing at his leg as well for the pin.
1!!
2!!
TH- and 999 shoves Maloney off of him, stopping the count!*
Markson: These two wrestlers are both showing that they want this victory, wanting to put the Race To Thunder Mountain match from earlier this month behind them!
Napier: Hey, a victory here, and you're right back in the title chase! There's a lot on the line here, even if nobody says it!
Markson: But you just said it, Nick.
Napier: Because I'm a very smart man!
*Maloney's on her feet now, looking fired up. She waves to 999 to get up, wanting to end this one now. As the masked man rises up, Maloney comes in, grabbing him by the head and going for the DSykobitty Stunner (RKO)!! But 999 pushes her away with all his strength, sending Maloney several steps away, where she catches herself on the ropes. Surprised, Maloney turns and starts back, running, only to have 999 coming right at her, leaping into a flying cross body block!! The two wrestlers crash to the mat, with 999 staying on top as he brings all his weight down on Maloney. Villano 16 is right there...
1!!
2!!
THRE- No! Maloney manages to get a shoulder up!*
Markson: You don't normally see a 6'5" wrestler flying into someone with a cross body like that!
Napier: The man may not know much about himself, but he certainly knows how to throw his weight around!
*The referee steps back, watching, as both wrestlers take a few seconds to pull themselves together. 999 is up first, grabbing hold of Maloney and giving her a knee to the gut. He then locks onto her, preparing for the Momenta Axis (Dominator)!! But as 999 lifts up, Maloney shifts her weight, managing to instead pop up over him and land behind the wrestler. 999 starts to turn around, but it's too late, as Maloney immediately grabs him by the shoulders and drops, delivering a backcracker!! 999 falls to the side, hurting, but so is Maloney, holding her left knee painfully. She tries to shake it off, rolling over and putting her arm onto 999 for the cover...
1!!
2!!
THR- and 999 stays alive, getting his shoulder off the canvas.*
Markson: Fatigue is starting to show for both wrestlers now, as this contest goes on...
Napier: Oh, c'mon! You're athletes! Suck it up, buttercups!
Markson: Nick, you wouldn't last five minutes in the ring there with either one of them.
Napier: Yes I would! I wouldn't stay IN the ring, but I bet I could keep outrunning them...
Markson: And if they catch you?
Napier: ... Think they'd accept cash?
*Maloney limps over to 999, grabbing at his head, looking to turn him around. She signals for the Tap Or Die (Dragon Sleeper), and goes to lock it in. But 999 is fighting, pulling off her arm, keeping himself from getting trapped. Maloney fights to get it on, knowing it'll end this contest, but an desperate elbow catches her in the gut, staggering her, as 999 pulls himself upright. Maloney strikes at him, staggering him for a second, then goes for the hold again, but 999 reacts with an eyerake, blinding her! He then lands another shot to the gut, twisting her over, before quickly locking onto her. Maloney struggles to get free, but she can't do it in time, as 999 lifts her into the air... and lands the Momenta Axis!!! The ring shakes from the impact, as 999 makes the cover...*
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner... 999!!
Markson: 999 takes the win, although it took blinding his opponent at the end there.
Napier: Hey, a little accidental eye contact will happen in matches. What matters is that devastating finishing maneuver. What a dominating move!
Markson: We'll have to see what the fates have in store for these two wrestlers after this tremendous conflict.
*The crowd is already booing, not liking that final sequence of events, but 999 doesn't seem concerned. He's already leaving the ring, not even letting the referee grab his arm. He heads up the aisle, even as we head to a break.*
*The scene transitions to Atlas Moore sitting in the locker room, he’s dressed in gray jeans and an Iron Maiden Sweatshirt with the hood up. He’s sat forward looking at his masks.*
Atlas: A loss shouldn’t affect me this much…you see, I dropped all the bookings, all the opportunities…all for TPW and just when I thought I would be climbing the mountain…I fell. I’ve fallen before but for some reason…these past couple weeks have been rough…
Maybe I jumped the shark too soon…maybe I need to go back to the in–*the door opens and two voices can be heard a woman’s and a man’s.*
Woman: Really, that’s what you’re taking this time to do…boy, stand up…you’re coming with us…let’s find that badass that retired Matsuda in Japan…
Atlas: What the Hell are you two doing…
Man: Nah, you’re going to follow us and you’re going to find out where the “Unwanted” went, because THIS isn’t the Atlas we know…now, cut that camera, and come with us.
Atlas: *looks at the camera* you heard them…I guess I’ll see you all next time.
*Atlas walks out of frame and the shot fades to black*
Markson: Wait, where is Atlas Moore going? What's going to happen next?
Napier: What do I look like, Tyler Henry??
Markson: ... Who?
Napier: Tyler Henry? Psychic to the Stars?
Markson: If you say so. Well, I guess we will have to find out about Moore later. Moving on...
Steve Cotton: The next contest is a tag-team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... here are Mac Bane and Tristan Slater... Your Worst Nightmare!
*Sound of Madness by Shinedown rocks the speakers as we see Mac Bane and Tristan Slater walking out to the top of the ramp with both men being all business. They share a fist bump at the top of the ramp before starting to make the walk to the ring. Once ringside Slater climbs up on the apron and sling shots over the top rope and into the ring while Mac climbs the steps to the ring apron and steps through the ropes. The duo wait for their opponents.*
Steve Cotton: Their opponents... from the Murder Capital of the World, Santa Carla, CA... here are Delia Black and Claudia Frost... The Influence!!!
# Lights.
# Camera
# Silence on the set, tape rolling #
# Three, two, one, action! #
*“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies continues to play out over the arena.
And out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd. Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp.*
Markson: This should be a good one, as the TPW Duos Division is really starting to heat up!
Napier: I'm sure The Malvado Brothers will be watching this contest closely, to see if their next challengers come out of this contest.
*The bell sounds and we are underway with Slater starting things off for their team and Frost starting off for the Influence. They circle each other and lock up center ring. Slater uses his definitive size and strength to muscle Frost back into the ropes where the referee calls for a clean break before laying the count to Slater who backs away at the three count. Frost claims Slater pulled her hair drawing boos from the crowd as Slater just smirks while being admonished by the referee. Frost comes off the ropes where she and Slater circle each other a second time before locking up and this time Slater snatches a side headlock. The referee checks for a choke and when he does Frost snatches the back of Slater’s hair and uses the leverage to drive him back into the ropes where she looks to shoot him across the ring only to see Slater hang onto a handful of Frost’s hair and yank her back into the side headlock! The referee admonishes Slater as he saw the hair pull only to have Slater question him. The referee calls for the break and starts laying the count to Slater who quickly releases at the three count and immediately snatches it right back. *
Napier: That Slater just can't stop breaking the rules. The ref should just disqualify him!
Markson: But Frost grabbed Slater's hair as well, Napier!
Napier: Oh, that was just an accident, I'm sure.
*Slater grinds on the headlock before snapping Frost over to the mat with a side headlock takeover forcing Frost’s shoulders to the mat.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Frost counters and breaks the pin with a head scissors. Tristan works his way to both knee’s before yanking free. Both participants are to their feet with Slater looking for a lariat! Frost ducks and Slater bounces off the ropes and into an Exploder Suplex from Frost! Frost is the first to her feet followed by Slater who takes a second exploder suplex only this time Frost forces the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Slater escapes with a kick out. Frost gets back to her feet where she picks Slater up and takes him back into a neutral corner. Frost shoots Slater across the ring and into the buckles before charging in after him only to eat a reverse elbow staggering Frost backward toward the center of the ring. Slater comes out from the corner booting Frost in the gut doubling her over where Slater underhooks both arms and delivers a butterfly suplex while transitioning into a Boston Crab.*
Markson: Tristan Slater showing why he's still one of the greatest wrestlers in the world today!
Napier: Seriously, Mark? You want me to go get an autograph for you? Damn fan boy...
*The referee is in position asking Frost to surrender only to have Black enter the ring and connect with a Superkick to Slater, breaking the hold before any real damage can be done. This brings Mac Bane in the ring causing the referee to cut him off while Black drags Frost towards their corner. The referee gets Mac out on the apron and when he turns around, he sees Frost make the tag to Black. Black steps back into the ring and immediately starts assaulting Slater with kicks to the body. Black steps away from Slater who starts working his way to one knee where he eats a step-up enziguri to the temple! Slater crumbles to the mat with Black making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Slater escapes with a kick out as Death starts pounding on the apron on the floor rallying the crowd.*
Napier: It really doesn't seem fair to have Death in your corner.
Markson: You're just nervous because of the way Death looked over here earlier.
Napier: I'll have you know, I'm in the prime of my life! Death isn't coming for me anytime soon!
Markson: Oh, so he's not walking towards us right now?
Napier: What??
Markson: Just kidding.
Napier: You son of a...
*Black gets back to her feet where she reaches down, picking Slater up off the mat. She takes him back into a neutral corner and steps up on the middle ropes where she starts hammering down with a series of right hands! She gets to six when Slater snatches her by both legs and walks out from the corner before dropping Black face first on the top turnbuckle. Tristan uses the time for a forward roll toward his corner where Mac Bane makes the tag. Bane steps through the ropes and makes his way over to Black who is getting to her feet in the corner. Mac starts stomping away at the midsection and continues the mudhole stomping until Black is down on the mat in a seated position against the buckles. Mac Bane reaches down picking Black up by the hair and takes her out toward the center of the ring where he locks in a front face lock and hoists up Black in the air vertically before driving her into the mat with a powerful Jackhammer!
Bane holds the lateral press for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Black escapes with a kick out.*
Markson: The team of Bane & Slater are really working well so far in this one.
Napier: Maybe, but they're still not near as united as The Influence is. One wrong step, and the Influence is going to start dominating.
*Mac cuts his eyes to the referee smacking his hands together three quick times. The referee shows him two fingers. Mac shakes his head at the referee before turning his attention to Black. He picks her up off the mat and takes her back into the ropes, Mac shoots her across the ring where Frost makes the blind tag to the back of Black as she bounces off the ropes and into a Powerslam by Bane. Mac holds for the cover as we see Frost hop up on the middle ropes and leaps leap off with a Leg Drop across the back of Bane’s neck to boos from the crowd. Black rolls out to the floor as Frost makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Bane pops a shoulder with a kick out.*
Napier: Now you're going to see it, Markson. Watch as one of the strongest tag-teams in the world takes over!
Markson: I'll give them their due. The Influence has had success all over the world.
Napier: And they're taking down Bane & Slater tonight!
*With Mac in tow, Frost tags in Black. Mac tries to pull free, yanking his arm away from Frost, but Black steps into him, scoring a superkick! Bane drops backwards into Frost's arms, as she delivers the second half of the Murder Sequence 2021, landing a snap dragon suplex! Frost immediately rolls out of the ring, even as Black runs in, dropping a knee onto Bane before quickly covering him once more. The referee slides in.
1!!
2!!
THRE...
And Slater is there, breaking up the pin! The referee steps in, moving Slater back. Annoyed, Black drags Mac up and takes them back to their corner, with Frost coming in without a tag. The two double-team Bane, stomping away at him. Slater wants to come to his aid, but the referee to get in his way, ordering Slater back to his corner.*
Napier: That's right, get that cheater out of there!
Markson: He's got 5 seconds to come in, doesn't he? Meanwhile, I don't think there was any tag to bring in Frost!
Napier: Oh, it was there, Mark, you just have to pay attention more. I definitely saw it.
*With Slater back in his corner, Frost stays in, pulling Bane out of the corner and hitting a DDT. She sits there for a moment, soaking in the boos from the crowd, before finally getting back to her feet. She picks Mac up and starts laying in several forearm shots to the jaw before sending Mac into the ropes with an irish Whip, Mac bounces off the near side as we see Frost duck her head, Mac puts on the breaks and puts Frost in position for a Powerbomb! Mac hoists up Frost and runs toward his corner delivering a Buckle Bomb to Frost while Slater lands a steps up enziguri to the back of the head upon impact.
Mac tags in Slater who scales the turnbuckles up to the top rope. He has Frost sized up where he lands a top rope elbow drop across the sternum of Frost.
Slater makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Frost escapes with a kick out.*
Markson: Slater almost put Frost away!
Napier: But she's not the legal woman! That pin shouldn't count!
Markson: You said you SAW A TAG!!
Napier: And you believed me? Sucker.
*Tristan Slater gets back to his feet where he reaches down picking up Frost and takes her back into the ropes. Slater shoots her across the ring, Frost reverses and it’s Slater who hits the ropes while Black lands a knee to the lower back sending Slater staggering forward and into another Exploder Suplex garnering boos from the crowd. Frost makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Slater pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd while Frost transitions into a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position asking Slater to surrender. Tristan refuses and begins to work his way back to one knee before stepping up to his feet where he looks to deliver a side suplex, Frost flips over the back of Slater landing on her feet taking a Full Nelson on Slater who counters with a snap mare take over, Frost pops back up to her feet where she turns around and into a spinning heel kick. Slater is back to his feet where he picks up Frost and takes her into the ropes making the tag to Mac Bane. Slater takes Frost and holds her in position for Mac Bane to bounce off the ropes gaining a full head of steam to land the heart attack!
Slater escapes to the floor as Mac Bane makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Frost.*
Markson: Both teams have really delivered here tonight! What a match!
Napier: It depends on the ending, but yes, so far, it's been great. C'mon, Influence!
*Mac shakes his head at the referee as he gets back to his feet. Mac Bane picks up Frost and slams her down to the mat. Mac Bane bounces off the rope looking to drop a leg across the throat of Frost, Frost rolls out of the way sending Mac landing on his ass on the mat. Frost gets back to her feet and meets Mac with a gouge to the eyes as he reaches one knee. Frost picks Mac up and drives him back into her corner where Black makes the tag to Frost’s back as she has Mac pinned against the buckles. Black starts throwing some forearm bombs to the jaw of Mac while Frost has him pinned against the buckles with her shoulder. The referee lays the count to Frost who steps out of the ring at the four count.
Black brings Mac out from the corner with a snap mare.
Mac gets to one knee when he’s met with a stiff kick across the chest, followed by a second and then a third before Black looks for a knockout shot to the temple! Mac ducks and snatches a School Boy on Black.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Black!*
Napier: Whew!
Markson: Even the greatest of athletes fear the school boy pin.
Napier: It's a game changer for sure!
*Bane and Black are both back to their feet with with Black looking for a lariat, Mac ducks out of the way and sends Black bouncing off the ropes and into a Spinebuster Slam by Bane! Mac gets to his feet where he picks up Black and takes her toward his corner. Bane and Slater tag, Bane hoists Black up on his shoulders in a seated position as Slater climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Frost, seeing it, runs in from the side, charging at Bane... who turns, managing to kick Frost in the stomach! He turns back quickly, even as Slater leaps, hitting his flip piledriver variation off of Bane's shoulders!! Black is down, with Slater making the cover, even as Bane turns and tackles Frost back out of the ring.
1!!
2!!
THREE!!
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners... Mac Bane and Tristan Slater... Your Worst Nightmare!
Markson: Bane & Slater get the victory! What a match!
Napier: What cheaters! They stole this one!
Markson: ... HOW??
Napier: If you're too oblivious to see it, you have to live with that, Mark!
Markson: ... Nonetheless, this is a major victory for Bane & Slater, as they work to set themselves up for a future Duos Title shot!
*We see Slater lifting up Bane's arm, the two men celebrating, as we cut to commercial.*
Markson: Well this.. monumental Friday Night Fury has definitely shaped the card of the upcoming Bohemian Bash, and we haven't even gotten to the main event yet.
Napier: For the better to! With that hack Terry out of the picture, and Alexander "The Great" Marshall at the helm, Thunder Pro Wrestling can finally reach its full potential.
Markson: Regardless….we have one last match before tuning out till the next show. The main event of the Cabal with a mysterious partner going up against Matt Knox, Larry Tact, and El Diablo Blanco in a big 6-Man Tag.
Napier: A lot of bad blood is about to enter the ring and I for one know it’s going to be a clash for the ages.
Markson: You know what? I have to agree Napier! I just hope all thi-
*The suddenly pitch black arena is filled with an energetic guitar rift as “Bad Reputation” By Joan Jett begins as neon flood lights dance around the room before all converging on the top of the entrance ramp where a figure is standing with their back to the masse. Their color scheme is neon but disjointed with no clear meaning behind it.*
Napier: What is this? More no talent gimmicks? Markson your still working here for now, you know what’s going on?!
Markson: Uh-I’m not actually sure who that could be but with the way things have been going I’m sure it will be monumen-
*The arena erupts in cheers as the female turns with a flourish as the song is abruptly cut.*
Markson: Oh my god it’s Khloe Kox! She hasn’t been seen well….anywhere after a devastating loss to Nova Skye several months ago.
Napier: Greeeeeeat another gimmick what’s she gonna be the candy sweet good girl. Looks more like a wanna be pop star than wrestler.
Markson: Despite her diminutive size Khloe has always shown heart with matches with the like of SuMa, Jonny F’n C and El Diablo Blanco.
Napier: And allll losses! Who cares what matches you’ve been in if you can’t win them?
*Khloe by this point would have begun her walk to the ring with a relaxed smile on her face as she high-fives a few fans. Taking a moment to look around the arena she rolls under the bottom as the music dies and lights turn back on.*
Khloe: Did you all miss me? I certainly have missed ALLLLLLLLLLL if you!
*As the crowd responds with cheers and boos Khloe would take a sweet on the top turnbuckle and wait for silence.*
Khloe: I might as well pop a squat because….I have a TON explaining to…well actually no I don’t…..I lost….I’d been losing and not learning from my losses. So I had to step away and figure out what was wrong up here.
*She would tap the mic to her skull a few times.*
Khloe: Somewhere in the haze of trying to be everyone’s friend and cartoon hero I forgot what it meant to be me….after I lost that I went a little off the deep end like a mad dog..showed to much of the dark. But to be what I want to be….a real name here……I needed to find that balance….that chaotic center where the real Khloe Cox is.
*She would stop speaking for a moment as she seems to have to take a breath.*
Khloe: You know what? It’s time to shed some light on a topic that’s often misunderstood and shrouded in stigma. It’s time to talk about the struggle I’ve faced with schizophrenia. It’s a battle that rages within me, a constant ebb and flow between light and darkness.
Schizophrenia, it’s a word that carries weight, that conjures up images of chaos and instability. And yeah, there have been moments when the lines blurred, when the whispers in my mind grew louder. But here’s the thing, my struggle with schizophrenia has made me who I am today—a fighter, a survivor, and a warrior in this ring.
Living with this condition has taught me resilience, has given me the strength to embrace my uniqueness. I’ve faced the demons within, the swirling thoughts that threaten to consume me. But I refuse to let it define me. I refuse to let it be a limitation.
In the chaos of my mind, I’ve found solace, and in the storm, I’ve discovered clarity. It’s an unconventional journey, but it’s mine. It’s a battle I face every single day, but it’s also a source of inspiration, a wellspring of creativity that fuels my every move.
No more haze of trying to fit into a mold or persona’s to cover the parts of myself I don’t think you’ll like. You and everyone in the back will have to learn to live with it because the Kartoon and the Loon are one and the same! I will do what I have to climb my way to the top so either catch on or catch a knee to the face!
Oh and bring back Hotcakes!
*She would throw the Mic abruptly at Markson as “Bad Reputation” starts up again. Khloe would hop out of the ring and take a few photos with fans as the show goes to its final commercial break.*
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a six-man tag team match, and… THE MAIN EVENT!
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, being accompanied by Acting TPW President Alexander Marshall, weighing in at a total combined weight of 661lbs, the team of Pete Vaughn, Chris Page, and a mystery man, this is THE CABAL!!!
*The crowd begins to boo as “Stroke” by Billy Squier begins to play over the PA. Alexander Marshall steps out onto the entranceway. Behind him on either side emerge Peter Vaughn and Chris Page, but no third man. The three members of the Cabal begin heading towards the ring while the crowd boos them. *
Markson: Where is the third man? Is Alexander Marshall going to wrestle tonight?
Napier: Look at that suit Mr. Marshall has on, do you think he is dressed to wrestle?
Markson: Then where is their third man?
Napier: I don’t know, maybe he gets his own special entrance.
*The Cabal climbs into the ring as Marshall forces Referee Mullet to hold the ring open for them. The three men enter the ring, with the ring announcer and referee huddling up with Marshall as he explains something to them. Both men look confused but Marshall barks orders at them. Referee Mullet nods his head and steps back into the corner and as the mucid fades and boos subside, Steve Cotton makes the next introductions. *
Steve Cotton: Unfortunately, El Diablo Blanco will be unable to compete tonight, so the match will now be a HANDICAP MATCH!
*Crowd Boos. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Baltimore, MD by way of Monterey, CA, and weighing in at 244lb, this is Matt “The Raven” KNOX!!!
*The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS PARTNER! From Manhattan, New York, and weighing in at 260lbs, HE IS THE CURRENT, REIGNING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! THIS IS, LARRRRRYYYYYY TTAAAAACCCTTTTT!!!
*“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Red and white lights scan the crowd before all the lights cut out. A single crimson spotlight shines down on Larry Tact at the top of the entrance stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him. As he walks, Larry critiques some fans at ringside with petty insults before arriving to the ring. He pulls himself up using the ropes and walks slowly along the apron before wiping his boots and entering the ring as the house light come back on. He stretches using the ropes, smoothes back his hair and bounces from side-to-side, zeroed in on the battle ahead. *
Markson: I still don’t understand. Where is the third man?
Napier: The Cabal is just keeping it fair by having it be two on two, they already have an advantage by just being better professional wrestlers.
*The bell sounds as Knox and Vaughn start out for their teams. They meet in the middle with a lock up, and the much larger Knox shoves Vaughn down right away. Vaughn rolls to his feet and charges at Knox where they meet with a lock up again, and immediately Knox throws Vaughn down. Vaughn rolls up and goes in for another lock-up, but this time stops short and fires a kick into the mid-section of Knox. Vaughn grabs Knox and tries to whip him into the corner, but Knox reverses and sends Vaughn into the turnbuckle hard. Vaughn hits and bounces out quickly right into a back body drop from Knox.
Vaughn hits and comes up, turning right into a hard right hand from Knox. Vaughn falls into the ropes and bounces back into a roundhouse kick from Knox that sends Vaughn into the ropes once more. Vaughn again bounces off the ropes, but this time right into a belly-to-belly suplex from Knox. Vaughn hits and rolls into his corner. *
Markson: Matt Knox is wasting no time in reminding the Thunderamaniacs, and Peter Vaughn who he is, and how dangerous he can be.
Napier: Yeah, but didn’t Peter Vaughn beat him when it counted?
Markson: All matches count in TPW.
*Vaughn tags in Page and as Page comes in he points at Tact and says he wants him. Knox shrugs, and tags in Larry Tact causing the crowd to roar with cheers. Tact and Page meet in the middle of the ring and go forehead to forehead as Page yells at Tact, and Tact yells back. Suddenly, Page slaps Tact across the face. Tact responds by punching Page in the face. Page fires back with a punch of his own, and before we know it Tact and Page are trading right hands in the middle of the ring. Tact gets the upper hand and drives Page back into the ropes.
Tact grabs Page and whips him across the ring into the opposite ropes and as Page comes back Tact scoops him up and drops him into a backbreaker. Tact holds onto Page, pulls him to his feet, and then begins to lift him into a torture rack, but Page slides off to his feet. Page catches Larry’s arms as he slides off and quickly spins Larry into a backslide. Larry rolls right out of it, and back to his feet, grabs Page around the waist, and begins to go for a powerbomb, but as he does Page is able to slide off of Larry’s shoulder and land on his feet.
Page immediately thumbs Larry in the eye and then runs into the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm that nails Larry right between the eyes. Larry falls back through the ropes, but as he does Knox makes the tag, and Page doesn’t see it. Knox springs right to the top rope and comes off with a springboard European Uppercut that knocks Page down and out of the ring. *
Markson: Bodies are already flying everywhere.
Napier: Come on, Matt Knox wasn’t even the legal man.
Markson: Yes he was, he made the tag on Larry Tact as he was going through the ropes.
*Knox rolls out of the ring and begins charging around the ringside area toward Page, but as he does Vaughn leaps off the apron and takes Knox down with a Flying Body Press. Vaughn and Page get to their feet and begin to double-team stomping away on Knox. Tact is up and sees them double-teaming Knox. Tact runs around the ringside area, and as he gets closer Page and Vaughn turn to face Tact and are taken down with a double clothesline.
Tact grabs Page and throws him back into the ring. Tact helps Knox up, and then Tact and Knox both roll into the ring as Page is staggering up to his feet. Tact grabs Page and whips him off the ropes, as Page comes back Tact lifts him straight up and drops back as Knox catches Page in a cutter, dropping him with a 3D. Tact rolls out of the ring while Knox makes the pin. *
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Markson: OH MY! Chris Page just kicked out of a big move that has put a lot of teams away.
Napier: Someone like Chris Page doesn't go down that easy. This man is a 20-time world champion for a reason.
*Knox pulls Page up, and tags in Tact. Tact and Knox double-whip Page into the ropes and as they do, Vaughn makes the blind tag this time. Tact catches Page off the ropes with a backbreaker and holds him on his knee while Knox goes to the middle rope. With Knox on the middle rope, Vaughn charges down the apron and hits Knox with Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring).
Knox falls over the top rope, hitting his head on the apron, flipping over, and catching his head in the apron, twisting his neck as he falls to the ground. Tact shoves Page off his knee and charges at Vaughn, but Vaughn hops off the apron. Tact holds onto the top rope but notices Knox on the outside not moving at all, appearing to be out. Tact keeps checking on Knox when Page strokes from behind with the Judas Effect elbow to the back of Tact’s head.
Tact hits the mat, as Vaughn leaps to the top rope and comes off with a big superfly splash. Vaugh makes the pin, but as he does there is no referee to make the count. Vaughn begins looking around and sees Alexander Marshall yelling. *
Napier: WHERE THE HELL IS REFEREE MULLET!?!
Markson: He is checking on Matt Knox who appears to be seriously hurt.
Napier: He’s a referee, not a medic. He should be in the ring making the count, not playing doctor.
Markson: The safety of the wrestlers comes first Nick.
*Referee Mullet is on the outside checking on Knox, as Knox holds his neck. The trainers and medics have run down to ringside and are checking on Knox as well. Alexander Marshall is over there yelling at Mullet to get back in the ring. Mullet is trying to explain to Alexander what is going on, but Alexander grabs Mullet by the shirt and throws him back into the ring. Mullet rolls in, and looks very angry, arguing with Marshall, but Marshall yells at him to do his job. Mullet turns and makes the count as Vaughn pins Tact. *
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Markson: Larry Tact with the big kick out.
Napier: If the referee had been doing his job Larry Tact would have been pinned minutes ago.
Markson: The referee was doing what is right.
Napier: Well he’s going to find himself without a job if he doesn’t listen to Mr. Marshall!
*EMTs rush to ringside pushing a gurney and begin putting a neck brace on Knox before loading him onto it. The Referee tries to check on Knox, but Marshall yells at him to do his job. Vaughn backs into the corner and as Tact starts getting up Vaughn charges toward him with a spinning DDT, but Tact reverses it into an inverted atomic drop. Tact staggers around to his corner, but finds that Knox isn’t there and is being stretchered up the ramp. Tact shakes his head and turns back to Vaughn, but as he does Vaughn is there charging and catching Tact with a sling blade. *
Markson: This is not good. Matt Knox is being stretchered out. El Diablo Blanco was injured earlier in the night. This leaves Larry Tact in the ring alone with Chris Page and Peter Vaughn.
Napier: Maybe if Buster Gloves was still here Larry could ask him for help. Maybe there is a curse on people who team with Larry Tact.
*Vaughn tags in Page and then goes back to Tact, grabbing Tact’s legs and holding him down as Page climbs to the top rope and comes down with a diving headbutt onto Tact. Page makes the cover, but doesn’t hook the leg.
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Page gets up yelling at the referee, and then turns his attention back to Tact. Page pulls Tact up by the hair and pulls Tact’s head between his legs. Page starts hooking Tactt for the Page Plant, but Tact begins fighting it off, freeing one of his arms. Tact spins to the side, pulls Page into him, lifts Page up onto his shoulders, and delivers the “Tactilizer” (Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb). Both men lay on the mat. *
Markson: TACTILIZER! Now would be the perfect time for a tag.
Napier: Too bad he doesn't have anyone to tag.
Markson: This just isn’t right.
*Tact is to all fours and begins crawling towards his corner, but shakes his head as he realizes there is no one there to tag. Tact begins pulling himself up as Page tags in Vaughn. Vaughn hops into the ring and runs across the ring as Tact gets to his feet Vaugh hits him with a drop kick in the corner. Tact staggers out falling to his knees, and Vaughn stays on him, dropping Tact with a snap DDT.
Tact lays out cold on his face as Vaughn floats over on top of him and adds Insult To Injury (Rubbing Opponent's Face In Mat). Vaughn gets up as he is being admonished by Ref Mullet. Vaughn shoves Mullet away and Mullet threatens to DQ Vaughn, but Vaughn just laughs as he moves back to the corner and stalks Tact. As Tact starts trying to pull himself up Vaughn begins betting his chest causing the crowd to boo. Suddenly the crowd's cheers stop and they erupt with cheers. *
Markson: IS THAT!?! IT IS!!! EL DIABLO BLANCO IS ON HIS WAY TO THE RING!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! NO! HE HAS A CHAIR IN HIS HAND! GET THAT MAN BACK TO MEDICAL!!!
*Vaughn sees El D hobbling down the aisle and charges at Tact going for another sling blade as Tact gets up. Tact catches Vaughn in mid-motion and spins him out of the sling blade. Around, and down with a black hole slam. Both men are down and Referee Mullet begins his count as El D hops onto the apron ready for a tag. *
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Markson: COME ON LARRY! TAG IN EL D!
Napier: Get that chair away from him.
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*Vaughn gets up and sees Tact crawling toward El D and Vaughn grabs Tact by the leg. Tact rolls to his back and shoves Vaughn off. Vaughn rolls backward into his corner and tags in Page, but as he does Tact dives forward tagging in El Diablo. The crowd erupts as El D jumps into the ring and brings the chair with him. Page stops in his tracks and begins begging off as EL D holds the chair up. Ref Mullet gets in front of El D and tells him to get the chair out of the ring.
El D turns around and looks at Larry Tact who has pulled himself back up to his corner. El D steps forward and smashes the chair over the head of Larry Tact sending Tact falling off the apron to the floor. *
Markson: WHAT THE HELL!?!
Napier: YES! YES! YES!
Markson: EL DIABLO BLANCO, YOU SON OF A…
Napier: GENIUS! I know Alexander Marshall planned this.
*Ref Mullet begins calling for the bell as Page rolls out of the ring and he and Alexander Marshall grab Larry Tact and roll him back into the ring. Page and Alexander begins climbing back into the ring as El D smashes the chair over the body of Tact. *
Steve Cotton: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST!
*Page holds Tact's legs while Alexander holds Tact's arms. El D climbs to one corner, while Vaughn climbs to the other. El D leaps off the top rope with Feeling Froggy (Top Rope Splash) and immediately afterward Vaughn leaps off the top rope with The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop).
The crowd begins throwing trash into the ring, bottles, empty cups, pop-corn boxes, and even a few El D replica masks. The boos begin to change to cheers again as Matt Knox appears from the entranceway. Knox has a neck brace on and is throwing medical staff off of him. Head of Security Charles O’Patrick runs down and gets in front of Knox, but Knox drops him with a right hand.
Knox slides into the, but as soon as he does Vaughn, Page, and El D begin stomping on him. Page and Vaughn each grab and arm and pull Knox up to his feet and El D pulls the chair back, but Alexander stops him. Alexander grabs the neckbrace on Knox, and rips it off.
“NOW” Alexander screams, and El D then smashes the chair over the top of Knox’s head. Knox falls to the mat in a heap beside Larry Tact. Trash continues to fill the ring, as a bottle of water hits Alexander in the head, followed by a half-full cup of coke hitting him in the chest. Security begins to head to ringside. *
Napier: These fans are terrible, how dare they throw trash at The Cabal.
Markson: The fans? THE FANS!?! THEY HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE PISSED OFF! I’M PISSED OFF!
Napier: Oh calm down Mark.
Markson: CALM DOWN!?! El Diablo Blanco has broken the hearts of the D.N.B and all the Thunderamaniacs. Quite frankly, El Diablo Blanco…. YOU CAN GO TO HELL!!!
*The shot cuts to Markson throwing his headset down as the scene fades to credits. *