Post by Greg T.O.M on Jun 30, 2023 16:51:50 GMT -5
*The scene opens with the FNF logo. The FNF logo slowly fades to a shot from the ending of the last Friday Night Fury with The Cabal members of Alexander Marshall, Chris Page, Peter Vaughn, and El Diablo Blanco standing in the middle of the ring and posing as fans throw trash at them. Mark Markson is heard on commentary. *
Markson: 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 the opening FNF video. *
Markson: 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 the opening FNF video. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the MGM Grand Arean in Las Vegas, with “Thunder Struck” playing inside the area.. The arena is sold-out with over 17,000 people in attendance. The camera pans around the sold-out area focusing on individual signs. *
“WHY EL D, WHY!?!”
“LET’ 'S GET HOG WILD!”
“WELCOME BACK KHLOE!”
“MALONEY BOLOGNA!"
“WHY EL D, WHY!?!”
“LET’ 'S GET HOG WILD!”
“WELCOME BACK KHLOE!”
“MALONEY BOLOGNA!"
"QUOTE THE RAVEN NEVER/MORE"
"MAC/TRISTAN/DEATH = MALVALDO WORST NIGHT MARE"
“IT’S FAJITA FRIDAY!”
"INFLUENCE ME HARDER DADDY!"
"LIGHTS OUT FOR INFLUENCE!"
“CABAL SUCKS, #TACTFACT!”
*Suddenly “Thunder Struck cuts off” as the opening bars to “The Fox (What Did the Fox Say?)” begin playing in the MGM Grand Arena but are quickly cut back off to the sound of El Diablo Blanco on a microphone.
El Diablo Blanco: Cut that music, Brother. We don’t need any of that this evening.
*The fans are already booing as El D appears at the top of the entryway.*
El D: Oooh yeah, Diggit!? Look at what we have here, Relentless Fury personified, El Diablo Blanco, the ominous third member of The Cabal!
*The arena roars with a mix of boos and jeers, but El D soaks it all in, strutting down the ramp with a cocky swagger. He enters the ring and holds the microphone to his mouth, a sly smile crossing his face. *
El D: Oh yeah, the boos rain down like thunder! The Diablo Nation is in a frenzy, questioning my motives and demanding answers. Well, let me tell you something, Brother!
*He pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build, his eyes locked on the seething crowd. *
El D: I don't owe you an explanation, no sir! I've transcended your expectations, risen above the limitations of your adoration. The Cabal is where it's at, Brother, and I'm riding that wave to the top!
*The crowd's boos grow louder, but El D relishes in the hostility, strutting around the ring with an air of superiority. *
El D: You're all begging for answers, but let me tell you this: I don't play by your rules anymore. I've evolved, I've embraced the chaos and I'm loving every minute of it, Brother! The Cabal doesn't need your approval. We thrive on your disdain!
*He points a finger at the crowd, his voice filled with arrogance.*
El D: So keep on hating and booing because it only fuels the fire within me. The Relentless Fury in me burns brighter than ever before! The Cabal is a force to be reckoned with and we're going to shake this industry to its core, Brother!
*The crowd's boos reach a crescendo, but El D remains unfazed, raising his arms in defiance.*
El D: Brace yourselves, Diablo Nation, for a new level of preeminence! Good Ol El D is rewriting the rules and it's gonna be a wild ride, Brother! You can't control me and you certainly can't break me. And that just leaves me with one question for all of you out there. Whatcha Gonna Do, Brothers When The Cabal Runs Wild On You?
*With a final, arrogant laugh, El D drops the microphone and exits the ring, leaving the crowd seething with anger and anticipation. They walk away with more questions than they do answers. El Diablo Blanco just walks up the rampway, sans music. The shot transitions from El Diablo Blanco to the commentary desk with Markson and Napier. *
Markson: El Diablo Blanco continues to disappoint all of the Thunderamaniacs and loyal members of the d.N.b army.
Napier: Who cares about those dweebs and nerds? El Diablo Blanco is focusing on what is most important in his life, HIMSELF!
Markson: You are wrong on so many levels.
Napier: No, I’m right. You know I am, you jut don’t want to admit it.
Markson: *SIGH* What I will admit, is that we have a stacked card tonight. It has a little bit of everything. From TPW debut matches, matches that will play a major role in future title opportunities, and we are capping the night off with a Prestige championship match.
Napier: I hope CJ O’Donnell beats Aaron Warthog tonight because nothing about that fat slob is prestigious.
Markson: And you are saying that CJ O’Donnell is a class act?
Napier: He is a classy guy.
Markson: He had... relations with Alice Knight in a cemetery.
Napier: When a woman like Alice says now, you don’t argue the location.
Markson: Lord help us, we are off the rails already. Let’s try and get this back on track by heading to the ring for our first match-up as The Delivery Girl and Easton Alexander make their TPW debuts.
El Diablo Blanco: Cut that music, Brother. We don’t need any of that this evening.
*The fans are already booing as El D appears at the top of the entryway.*
El D: Oooh yeah, Diggit!? Look at what we have here, Relentless Fury personified, El Diablo Blanco, the ominous third member of The Cabal!
*The arena roars with a mix of boos and jeers, but El D soaks it all in, strutting down the ramp with a cocky swagger. He enters the ring and holds the microphone to his mouth, a sly smile crossing his face. *
El D: Oh yeah, the boos rain down like thunder! The Diablo Nation is in a frenzy, questioning my motives and demanding answers. Well, let me tell you something, Brother!
*He pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build, his eyes locked on the seething crowd. *
El D: I don't owe you an explanation, no sir! I've transcended your expectations, risen above the limitations of your adoration. The Cabal is where it's at, Brother, and I'm riding that wave to the top!
*The crowd's boos grow louder, but El D relishes in the hostility, strutting around the ring with an air of superiority. *
El D: You're all begging for answers, but let me tell you this: I don't play by your rules anymore. I've evolved, I've embraced the chaos and I'm loving every minute of it, Brother! The Cabal doesn't need your approval. We thrive on your disdain!
*He points a finger at the crowd, his voice filled with arrogance.*
El D: So keep on hating and booing because it only fuels the fire within me. The Relentless Fury in me burns brighter than ever before! The Cabal is a force to be reckoned with and we're going to shake this industry to its core, Brother!
*The crowd's boos reach a crescendo, but El D remains unfazed, raising his arms in defiance.*
El D: Brace yourselves, Diablo Nation, for a new level of preeminence! Good Ol El D is rewriting the rules and it's gonna be a wild ride, Brother! You can't control me and you certainly can't break me. And that just leaves me with one question for all of you out there. Whatcha Gonna Do, Brothers When The Cabal Runs Wild On You?
*With a final, arrogant laugh, El D drops the microphone and exits the ring, leaving the crowd seething with anger and anticipation. They walk away with more questions than they do answers. El Diablo Blanco just walks up the rampway, sans music. The shot transitions from El Diablo Blanco to the commentary desk with Markson and Napier. *
Markson: El Diablo Blanco continues to disappoint all of the Thunderamaniacs and loyal members of the d.N.b army.
Napier: Who cares about those dweebs and nerds? El Diablo Blanco is focusing on what is most important in his life, HIMSELF!
Markson: You are wrong on so many levels.
Napier: No, I’m right. You know I am, you jut don’t want to admit it.
Markson: *SIGH* What I will admit, is that we have a stacked card tonight. It has a little bit of everything. From TPW debut matches, matches that will play a major role in future title opportunities, and we are capping the night off with a Prestige championship match.
Napier: I hope CJ O’Donnell beats Aaron Warthog tonight because nothing about that fat slob is prestigious.
Markson: And you are saying that CJ O’Donnell is a class act?
Napier: He is a classy guy.
Markson: He had... relations with Alice Knight in a cemetery.
Napier: When a woman like Alice says now, you don’t argue the location.
Markson: Lord help us, we are off the rails already. Let’s try and get this back on track by heading to the ring for our first match-up as The Delivery Girl and Easton Alexander make their TPW debuts.
*The shot cuts to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to make the introduction. *
Steve Cotton: From North Bay Ontario, Canada... He stands 6 foot, 1 inches tall and he weighs in at 233 pounds... He is the self proclaimed "Northern Wind" he is also the self proclaimed "Final Minute Miracle." He is "The Last of a Dying Breed." He may go by many nicknames, But everybody knows... THE CANADIAN DRRRRRRRAGON. EAAAAASSSTOOONNNN ALLLEEEEXXANNNDDERRRR!!!
*Hearts Burst Into Fire By Bullet for my valentine starts to play, as the low guitar riffs draws the attention of the audience, Easton lets everybody wait as the song begins to pick up with that signature sweeping melody. the lyrics kick in as Easton Alexander makes his presence known on the ramp.
The crowd cheer and reach over the guard rail as Easton slowly makes his way down the ramp, taking the time to high five some people in the front row but never taking his eyes off the ring. he stops just before the apron and takes a breath before running up the turnbuckle and pausing to point at the nosebleeds. he then begins to sing along with the theme.
Easton hops on the opposite turnbuckle and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat. *
The crowd cheer and reach over the guard rail as Easton slowly makes his way down the ramp, taking the time to high five some people in the front row but never taking his eyes off the ring. he stops just before the apron and takes a breath before running up the turnbuckle and pausing to point at the nosebleeds. he then begins to sing along with the theme.
Easton hops on the opposite turnbuckle and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, hailing from Dallas, TX and weighing in at 130lbs, this is THE DELIVERY GIRL!!!
*Jump Around" (after the first 30 seconds) plays and the fans cheer as the Delivery Girl furiously skids down the ramp on her push bike. She's clad in part Amazon uniform, Just Eats hat, and with a Deliveroo bag. She gets into the ring as fast as she can and signals for the referee to hurry up and get the match started. *
Markson: Two debuts right here, and two contrasting styles.
Napier: I'm not sure they will make it. I don't think The Delivery Girl can deliver when it matters most. And Easton, he's too busy playing video games to even drop a promotional video.
*Alexander and The Delivery Girl start to circle each other inside the ring when suddenly cameras catch Chris Page sliding into the ring with a steel chair in hand! He waffles Alexander across the back before cracking The Delivery Girls across the top of the dome. The crowd erupts with boos as The Cabal’s Chris Page tosses the chair to the mat. *
Markson: WHAT THE HECK!?!
Markson: WHAT THE HECK!?!
Napier: Thank you Chris Page for sparring us from this match.
*Page picks The Delivery Girl up off the mat and hurls her over the top rope and out to the floor like she was a speedy delivery. Easton uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Page rushes toward him sending him sailing over the top rope and out to the floor with a lariat. The boos reach a fever pitch as Page turns and picks up the chair, opens it, and sits it in the ring before calling for a microphone. *
Markson: Chris Page is getting a lite workout in out there.
*Page picks The Delivery Girl up off the mat and hurls her over the top rope and out to the floor like she was a speedy delivery. Easton uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Page rushes toward him sending him sailing over the top rope and out to the floor with a lariat. The boos reach a fever pitch as Page turns and picks up the chair, opens it, and sits it in the ring before calling for a microphone. *
Markson: Chris Page is getting a lite workout in out there.
Napier: And that is why he continues to be one of the best, he's always training.
*Page is handed a microphone and takes a seat in the chair as he faces the hard camera. *
CHRIS PAGE: Do you know what’s right around the corner?
*Chris takes a moment and then states. *
CHRIS PAGE: The Bohemian Bash.
*Chris then asks. *
CHRIS PAGE: Do you know what happens at the Bash?
*The boos get louder and louder. *
CHRIS PAGE: Not only does Peter Vaughn reclaim the TPW International Title…
*LOUDER boos. *
CHRIS PAGE: But I will stamp my ticket to the one on one rematch that I rightfully deserve for said International Championship.
*A loud “YOU SUCK!” chant starts echoing throughout the arena. A smirk appears on the face of Chris Page. *
CHRIS PAGE: Thirty of Professional Wrestling’s EXCLUSIVE talents are set to grace this ring, and all of them have the same aspirations as I do by being the last person standing. For over thirty years I have been one of the most talked about athletes to ever grace a ring regardless if you appreciate what I bring to the table, or if you take a steaming dump on it because you’ve got anger issues or personality complexes that supersede our industry.
*The chant starts to die down as Chris gazes intently toward the camera. *
CHRIS PAGE: Nevertheless, the individual that is left standing will have that golden ticket, it’s something we all crave. Usually, I’d be an uphill battle as is, but knowing that I’m walking into the Bash at Number 29 makes me downright dangerous on all fronts. Who knows how long most of you will have to compete just for fresh as a daisy Page to steal your thunder, pun intended.
*Boo’s start picking back up. *
CHRIS PAGE: We all have our own motives that drive us, and while you try to convince yourselves that I might not be that threat I just want to remind you that I’m one of two men that ever beaten Peter Vaughn in this organization… What the hell have you done?
*Page starts laughing under his breath as he pulls the microphone away from his lips and takes a look around the arena from his seat. Chris draws the microphone back toward his lips as he stands up out of the chair and walks to the ropes getting closer to the lens of the camera. *
CHRIS PAGE: I’ll leave you with this to ponder. 30 of us are leaving on a mission… 29 of you aren’t coming back.
*Chris flips the microphone down to the floor leaving the crowd buzzing with boos as the scene fades to commercial. *
*Page is handed a microphone and takes a seat in the chair as he faces the hard camera. *
CHRIS PAGE: Do you know what’s right around the corner?
*Chris takes a moment and then states. *
CHRIS PAGE: The Bohemian Bash.
*Chris then asks. *
CHRIS PAGE: Do you know what happens at the Bash?
*The boos get louder and louder. *
CHRIS PAGE: Not only does Peter Vaughn reclaim the TPW International Title…
*LOUDER boos. *
CHRIS PAGE: But I will stamp my ticket to the one on one rematch that I rightfully deserve for said International Championship.
*A loud “YOU SUCK!” chant starts echoing throughout the arena. A smirk appears on the face of Chris Page. *
CHRIS PAGE: Thirty of Professional Wrestling’s EXCLUSIVE talents are set to grace this ring, and all of them have the same aspirations as I do by being the last person standing. For over thirty years I have been one of the most talked about athletes to ever grace a ring regardless if you appreciate what I bring to the table, or if you take a steaming dump on it because you’ve got anger issues or personality complexes that supersede our industry.
*The chant starts to die down as Chris gazes intently toward the camera. *
CHRIS PAGE: Nevertheless, the individual that is left standing will have that golden ticket, it’s something we all crave. Usually, I’d be an uphill battle as is, but knowing that I’m walking into the Bash at Number 29 makes me downright dangerous on all fronts. Who knows how long most of you will have to compete just for fresh as a daisy Page to steal your thunder, pun intended.
*Boo’s start picking back up. *
CHRIS PAGE: We all have our own motives that drive us, and while you try to convince yourselves that I might not be that threat I just want to remind you that I’m one of two men that ever beaten Peter Vaughn in this organization… What the hell have you done?
*Page starts laughing under his breath as he pulls the microphone away from his lips and takes a look around the arena from his seat. Chris draws the microphone back toward his lips as he stands up out of the chair and walks to the ropes getting closer to the lens of the camera. *
CHRIS PAGE: I’ll leave you with this to ponder. 30 of us are leaving on a mission… 29 of you aren’t coming back.
*Chris flips the microphone down to the floor leaving the crowd buzzing with boos as the scene fades to commercial. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring along with Atlas Moore and Brooke Blakely who are already in the ring. Steve Cotton holds up the microphone to make an introduction. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, from Cape May, New Jersey, and weighing in at 120lbs. Making her return to TPW, this is KHLOE COOOOOXXXX!!!
*The arena goes dark as “Bad Reputation” starts up before several alternating white and red strobes goes off before both point at the top of the ramp where Khloe stands staring down at the ring a cocky smirk on her face. She make her way down, occasionally high-fiving a fan before rolling into the ring. *
Markson: Khloe Cox is looking to impress in her return to TPW, but has a tough task ahead of her in Atlas Moore and Brooke Blakley.
Napier: I'm taking Brooke Blakey in this one, she has a lot of nice ASSets.
*The bell sounds and we are underway as all three participants take in their positioning. All three start to walk out from their corners toward the center of the ring. All three appear will start throwing down at any moment but when Khloe and Blakely pair up opposite Atlas the crowd roars in approval upon Khloe and Blakely double-teaming Atlas and driving him back into a neutral corner! Blakely starts driving a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection while Khloe starts throwing forearms to the face and jaw of Atlas. Blakely backs out toward the center of the ring for Khloe to shoot Atlas out from the corner but Atlas counters and it’s Khloe who eats a Superkick from Blakely! Brooke is then turned inside out by a running lariat from the larger Atlas garnering boos from the crowd. Atlas wastes no time in stomping away at Khloe before picking her up off the mat and hurling her over the top rope and out to the floor. *
Markson: Atlas Moore is imposing his will early on here already.
Markson: Atlas Moore is imposing his will early on here already.
Napier: I mean he is the size of both his opponents put together, how did you think this would play out?
*Atlas shifts his attention to Blakely as she is getting back to her feet and it’s Atlas rocking her back into the ropes with a stiff forearm smash followed up by a stiffer European Uppercut before Atlas shoots Blakely across the ring with an Irish Whip, Blakely bounces off the far side and lands a baseball slide between the legs of Atlas, Blakely pops back up to her feet but when Atlas spins around he’s rolled up with a School Girl by Khloe!
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Atlas escapes with a kick out and is quick to his feet where he charges both Khloe and Blakely looking for a double lariat but both ladies back up to the ropes and drop out of the way with a low bridge that sends Atlas spilling out to the floor! *
Markson: Team work makes the dream work, as the two ladies send Atlas Moore, out of the ring.
*Atlas shifts his attention to Blakely as she is getting back to her feet and it’s Atlas rocking her back into the ropes with a stiff forearm smash followed up by a stiffer European Uppercut before Atlas shoots Blakely across the ring with an Irish Whip, Blakely bounces off the far side and lands a baseball slide between the legs of Atlas, Blakely pops back up to her feet but when Atlas spins around he’s rolled up with a School Girl by Khloe!
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Atlas escapes with a kick out and is quick to his feet where he charges both Khloe and Blakely looking for a double lariat but both ladies back up to the ropes and drop out of the way with a low bridge that sends Atlas spilling out to the floor! *
Markson: Team work makes the dream work, as the two ladies send Atlas Moore, out of the ring.
Napier: Well, we have seen how well Brooke Blakely is at teamwork after SHE carried Junko in the S.E.X cup.
*Khloe spins Blakely around and takes her to task for the superkick she tasted and ends up shoving Blakely! Brooke comes back with a shove of her own before the two start trading right hands to a roar from the crowd! Khloe gains the upper hand and takes Blakely back into a neutral corner where she locks a front-face lock and uses the corner buckles to assist with a picture-perfect tornado DDT spiking Blakely head first into the mat. Khloe quickly makes the cover with a hook of the inside leg.
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Blakely pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd. Khloe starts getting back to her feet, she picks up Blakely and sends her into the ropes with an Irish Whip, Blakely bounces off the ropes and catches a boot to the midsection attempt by Khloe. Atlas rolls back into the ring behind Brooke as Blakley pulls Khloe in for a T-Bone Suplex, Atlas comes up behind Blakely locking in a back waist lock and snaps off a German Release Suplex while Blakely lands a T-Bone Suplex to Khloe! *
Markson: Things change when Atlas Moore enters the chat.
*Khloe spins Blakely around and takes her to task for the superkick she tasted and ends up shoving Blakely! Brooke comes back with a shove of her own before the two start trading right hands to a roar from the crowd! Khloe gains the upper hand and takes Blakely back into a neutral corner where she locks a front-face lock and uses the corner buckles to assist with a picture-perfect tornado DDT spiking Blakely head first into the mat. Khloe quickly makes the cover with a hook of the inside leg.
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Blakely pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd. Khloe starts getting back to her feet, she picks up Blakely and sends her into the ropes with an Irish Whip, Blakely bounces off the ropes and catches a boot to the midsection attempt by Khloe. Atlas rolls back into the ring behind Brooke as Blakley pulls Khloe in for a T-Bone Suplex, Atlas comes up behind Blakely locking in a back waist lock and snaps off a German Release Suplex while Blakely lands a T-Bone Suplex to Khloe! *
Markson: Things change when Atlas Moore enters the chat.
Napier: Did he ask a/s/l?
*Atlas makes a cover on Blakely.
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Blakely escapes with a kick out. Atlas scurries into the cover on Khloe.
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Khloe kicks out! *
Markson: Back to back near falls. These two women are fighting hard against the massive man known as Atlas Moore.
*Atlas makes a cover on Blakely.
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Blakely escapes with a kick out. Atlas scurries into the cover on Khloe.
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Khloe kicks out! *
Markson: Back to back near falls. These two women are fighting hard against the massive man known as Atlas Moore.
Napier: An exercise in futility I'm afraid.
*Atlas gets to his feet and snatches up Khloe. Atlas bounces off the far side and lands a Pump Kick to the chest sending Khloe sailing backward through the ropes and down to the floor. Atlas doesn’t wait in the ring, he drops down to the mat and rolled out to the floor after Khloe. Atlas picks Khloe up off the floor and sends her crashing into the steel steps! Back in the ring Brooke Blakely gets to her feet and see’s Atlas out on the floor. Blakely makes her way to the nearest set of buckles and starts scaling up to the top rope. Atlas picks up Khloe out on the floor and spins her around toward the ring only to have Blakely dive off the top rope with a Flying Cross Block down on top of both Atlas and Cox taking all three down to the floor!
Blakely pops up to her feet as the crowd roars with boos.
Blakely picks Khloe up off the floor and hurls her into the ring. Blakely climbs up on the apron where she springboards off the top rope with a leg drop across the throat of Khloe! Blakely makes the cover by hooking the inside leg. *
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Khloe kicks out!
Markson: OH MY! I thought Brooke Blakely was going to get the win there.
*Atlas gets to his feet and snatches up Khloe. Atlas bounces off the far side and lands a Pump Kick to the chest sending Khloe sailing backward through the ropes and down to the floor. Atlas doesn’t wait in the ring, he drops down to the mat and rolled out to the floor after Khloe. Atlas picks Khloe up off the floor and sends her crashing into the steel steps! Back in the ring Brooke Blakely gets to her feet and see’s Atlas out on the floor. Blakely makes her way to the nearest set of buckles and starts scaling up to the top rope. Atlas picks up Khloe out on the floor and spins her around toward the ring only to have Blakely dive off the top rope with a Flying Cross Block down on top of both Atlas and Cox taking all three down to the floor!
Blakely pops up to her feet as the crowd roars with boos.
Blakely picks Khloe up off the floor and hurls her into the ring. Blakely climbs up on the apron where she springboards off the top rope with a leg drop across the throat of Khloe! Blakely makes the cover by hooking the inside leg. *
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Khloe kicks out!
Markson: OH MY! I thought Brooke Blakely was going to get the win there.
Napier: She needed more of that ASSet on that leg drop.
*Blakely gets to her knees cutting her eyes at the referee who shows her two fingers. Blakely starts getting back to her feet. She reaches down picks Khloe up and shoots Khloe into a neutral corner, Blakely charges in after Khloe looking for a splash into the buckles, Khloe side steps sending Brooke crashing into the buckles! Atlas slides back into the ring where he takes down both Khloe and Blakely with a double lariat! Atlas picks Blakely up and scoops her up over his shoulder before turning toward a neutral corner and landing a Test Flight into the middle buckle of a neutral corner! Blakely rolls out to the floor as Atlas gets back to a vertical base and directs his attention toward Khloe.
Atlas picks her up off the mat landing a Sling Shot Suplex!
Atlas floats over into a cover. *
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Napier: HE GOT HER!
*Blakely gets to her knees cutting her eyes at the referee who shows her two fingers. Blakely starts getting back to her feet. She reaches down picks Khloe up and shoots Khloe into a neutral corner, Blakely charges in after Khloe looking for a splash into the buckles, Khloe side steps sending Brooke crashing into the buckles! Atlas slides back into the ring where he takes down both Khloe and Blakely with a double lariat! Atlas picks Blakely up and scoops her up over his shoulder before turning toward a neutral corner and landing a Test Flight into the middle buckle of a neutral corner! Blakely rolls out to the floor as Atlas gets back to a vertical base and directs his attention toward Khloe.
Atlas picks her up off the mat landing a Sling Shot Suplex!
Atlas floats over into a cover. *
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Napier: HE GOT HER!
Markson: NO HE DIDN'T SHE KICKED OUT!
*Khloe escapes with a kick out garnering a pop from the crowd. Atlas questions the count from the referee who shows him two fingers as he reaches one knee before stepping up to his feet where he snatches up Khloe by the hair. Atlas takes her back into the ropes and shoots her across the ring, Khloe bounces off the far side where Atlas looks to deliver a Spinbuster! Khloe counters into a Tornado DDT spiking Atlas head-first into the mat!
Khloe manages to make a cover!
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Brooke Blakely dives on top of the cover breaking the count and possibly saving the match in the process. *
Napier: SHE GOT HIM!
*Khloe escapes with a kick out garnering a pop from the crowd. Atlas questions the count from the referee who shows him two fingers as he reaches one knee before stepping up to his feet where he snatches up Khloe by the hair. Atlas takes her back into the ropes and shoots her across the ring, Khloe bounces off the far side where Atlas looks to deliver a Spinbuster! Khloe counters into a Tornado DDT spiking Atlas head-first into the mat!
Khloe manages to make a cover!
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Brooke Blakely dives on top of the cover breaking the count and possibly saving the match in the process. *
Napier: SHE GOT HIM!
Markson: Wrong again, Blakely broke it up
*Blakely gets back to her feet where she directs her attention to Khloe. Blakely picks her up off the mat where she lands a scoop slam next to Atlas! Blakely makes her way out to the ring apron where she springboards off the middle rope with a double elbow drop down on top of both Atlas and Khloe! Blakely makes the cover on Khloe!
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Khloe kicks out! Blakely makes the cover on Atlas.
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Atlas escapes with a kick out! *
Napier: DID SOMEONE GET SOMEONE!?!
*Blakely gets back to her feet where she directs her attention to Khloe. Blakely picks her up off the mat where she lands a scoop slam next to Atlas! Blakely makes her way out to the ring apron where she springboards off the middle rope with a double elbow drop down on top of both Atlas and Khloe! Blakely makes the cover on Khloe!
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Khloe kicks out! Blakely makes the cover on Atlas.
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THRE…
Atlas escapes with a kick out! *
Napier: DID SOMEONE GET SOMEONE!?!
Markson: NO! Pay attention man.
*Blakely starts working her way back to her feet where she picks Khloe up off the mat and takes her back into the ropes, she shoots her across the ring with an Irish Whip, and Khloe bounces off the near side ducking under a lariat from Blakely! Blakely spins around and Khloe snatches her by the throat! Khloe throws a thumbs up toward the crowd before delivering a Hurricanesque Chokeslam! Khloe spins around and Atlas explodes toward her with a Spear! Atlas pops back up to his feet where Blakely rolls over to her chest and starts pushing herself up off the mat where Atlas lands a curb stomp!
Atlas drops down making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blakely escapes with a kick out! *
Napier: HE DEFINITELY GOT HER!
*Blakely starts working her way back to her feet where she picks Khloe up off the mat and takes her back into the ropes, she shoots her across the ring with an Irish Whip, and Khloe bounces off the near side ducking under a lariat from Blakely! Blakely spins around and Khloe snatches her by the throat! Khloe throws a thumbs up toward the crowd before delivering a Hurricanesque Chokeslam! Khloe spins around and Atlas explodes toward her with a Spear! Atlas pops back up to his feet where Blakely rolls over to her chest and starts pushing herself up off the mat where Atlas lands a curb stomp!
Atlas drops down making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blakely escapes with a kick out! *
Napier: HE DEFINITELY GOT HER!
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
*Atlas gets back to his feet as we see Brooke rolling out to the floor. Atlas is spun around by Cox who looks for a Lunatic Lariat, Atlas ducks sending Khloe bouncing off the near side and catches Atlas with the Lunatic Lariat! Atlas is rocked as he drops to one knee for Cox to bounce off the ropes and hit a second Lunatic Lariat knocking Atlas down to the mat with Cox on top for the cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!!
*Atlas gets back to his feet as we see Brooke rolling out to the floor. Atlas is spun around by Cox who looks for a Lunatic Lariat, Atlas ducks sending Khloe bouncing off the near side and catches Atlas with the Lunatic Lariat! Atlas is rocked as he drops to one knee for Cox to bounce off the ropes and hit a second Lunatic Lariat knocking Atlas down to the mat with Cox on top for the cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!!
Napier: SHE GOT HIM!!!
Markson: You're finally right.
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... KHLOE COOOOXXXXX
*The shot focuses on Khloe celebrating in the ring as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot focuses on Khloe celebrating in the ring as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*As we come back from commercial, Five Finger Death Punch’s Judgement Day plays through the arena. Lights flash all over the arena before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney walks out in a black halter top under her Shieldmaidens kutte, black skinny jeans and Dr. Martens, with a bandana over her face. She looks back behind her just as a tall imposing brunette walks out, before Eavan climbs up on her broad shoulders. With arms outstretched, Eavan demands to be seen and accepted. While they generally ignore the crowd, oftentimes Eavan will see an actual fan of hers and motions to them, appreciative of her fanbase. Eavan gets off the woman’s shoulders and slides under the bottom rope, before getting up on the second rope of all four corners, arms outstretched again before leaping backwards off the last corner. Eavan lowers her bandana as the brunette acquires a microphone, before crossing her arms behind Eavan as if to protect her.*
Eavan: “Sin Freakin’ City, I didn’t miss this place until recently when Inga, my Russian bear behind me, came back into my life and let me just say this, we had a GRAND reunion. Vegas, I ain’t out here to blow smoke up your ass or make vague comments about my sex life, but hell if I ain’t in a great mood. It ain’t about the start I’ve had here in Thunder Pro. Hell, in two matches, I’ve been a victim of an attempted drowning. I think there’s still a crack in the concrete where I was driven back-first into the ground. And last Fury, it took the jealousy of a faceless man to resort to trying to take my eye out of my head. Honestly, as far as the wrestling is concerned, I’m having the time of my life, guys. Bring me more of that.”
*The crowd is slowly starting to come around to Eavan as the cheers start getting louder. *
Eavan: “Now, I know you’re all about to get real loud because I want to talk about El Diablo.”
*The crowd immediately starts to boo and Eavan and Inga smile. Eavan twirls the microphone as she looks at her wrist at a non-existent watch.*
Eavan: “Wow, that SO wasn’t the reaction I expected. Oh wait, last week the man finally stood up for himself and did what was best. For. HIM. I’ve been watching Fury awhile, and El D and I have crossed paths a couple of times over the years, and honestly? El D, you likely won’t hear this from many people, but I’m proud of you. See, here’s the thing. Ever since I’ve known him, I’ve watched fan and wrestler alike try to take from him, try to get a sliver of spotlight, take take take. That’s all guys like Tact and Knox did, and that’s what all of YOU did. You gave nothing in return, and eventually you get to the point where there’s nothing left to give. And then you start feeling responsible and obligated, so you find even more to give, you create just enough to give it away, even when the well went dry a long time ago. So, you get what you got last week. A man having to take back what he gave. A man at the end of his rope who finally gave himself the slack he needed for a long time because he was choking. And NOBODY cared. So there’s THAT truth for you, but ha, I’m not done. See, there’s another person last week that caught my attention with all her lies.”
*Eavan looks back at Inga, Inga looks down at Eavan as she shrugs her shoulders. *
Eavan: “Let’s talk about the returning Khloe Kox and the line of BS you guys swallowed up from her. The way some of you guys reacted, seemed like you were hoping she was selling her bath water or something. Calm down. Sweetie, you need a HUGE dose of the truth and I might as well say it because I doubt anyone else will, but you’re full of crap.
Oh I lost my smile, I didn’t know who I was anymore, I went to the dark side. Obviously we haven’t been properly introduced because you sound a LOT like how I used to. I’m here to tell you, it’s not a good look. All those matches you lost? It wasn’t because of who you were trying to be, it was because you were being a phony. A fake. A fraud. You were not being genuine. And let’s cut through the rest of the BS, you aren’t schizophrenic, you just have a crap attitude and a crap facade because you don’t know who the hell you actually are. It isn’t shameful to be different, it isn’t shameful to have some wires crossed mentally. I’m neurospicy myself, I’ve always said you had to have some level of something wrong with you to do what we do in this business.
I can’t and won’t judge you because I’ve been on the receiving end of a lot of abuse from a lot of people in this industry. Some of it self-inflicted and a lot of it out of ignorance. I’m not even out here calling you out to fight you. I heard what you said, and I’ve been there. I’ve got your back and you’re not alone.”
*Eavan puts the microphone under her arm and her and Inga applaud as the crowd cheers and even starts a ‘Khloe’ chant. *
Eavan: “Last but not least, I legit wanted to thank you all for allowing me here in TPW. I burned a lot of bridges everywhere I’ve gone and am only just now starting to start repairing them. You guys are fricking awesome.”
*Eavan tosses the microphone and her and Inga head up the ramp. As the do the camera fades from them to a luxury suite in the MGM Grand. *
Eavan: “Sin Freakin’ City, I didn’t miss this place until recently when Inga, my Russian bear behind me, came back into my life and let me just say this, we had a GRAND reunion. Vegas, I ain’t out here to blow smoke up your ass or make vague comments about my sex life, but hell if I ain’t in a great mood. It ain’t about the start I’ve had here in Thunder Pro. Hell, in two matches, I’ve been a victim of an attempted drowning. I think there’s still a crack in the concrete where I was driven back-first into the ground. And last Fury, it took the jealousy of a faceless man to resort to trying to take my eye out of my head. Honestly, as far as the wrestling is concerned, I’m having the time of my life, guys. Bring me more of that.”
*The crowd is slowly starting to come around to Eavan as the cheers start getting louder. *
Eavan: “Now, I know you’re all about to get real loud because I want to talk about El Diablo.”
*The crowd immediately starts to boo and Eavan and Inga smile. Eavan twirls the microphone as she looks at her wrist at a non-existent watch.*
Eavan: “Wow, that SO wasn’t the reaction I expected. Oh wait, last week the man finally stood up for himself and did what was best. For. HIM. I’ve been watching Fury awhile, and El D and I have crossed paths a couple of times over the years, and honestly? El D, you likely won’t hear this from many people, but I’m proud of you. See, here’s the thing. Ever since I’ve known him, I’ve watched fan and wrestler alike try to take from him, try to get a sliver of spotlight, take take take. That’s all guys like Tact and Knox did, and that’s what all of YOU did. You gave nothing in return, and eventually you get to the point where there’s nothing left to give. And then you start feeling responsible and obligated, so you find even more to give, you create just enough to give it away, even when the well went dry a long time ago. So, you get what you got last week. A man having to take back what he gave. A man at the end of his rope who finally gave himself the slack he needed for a long time because he was choking. And NOBODY cared. So there’s THAT truth for you, but ha, I’m not done. See, there’s another person last week that caught my attention with all her lies.”
*Eavan looks back at Inga, Inga looks down at Eavan as she shrugs her shoulders. *
Eavan: “Let’s talk about the returning Khloe Kox and the line of BS you guys swallowed up from her. The way some of you guys reacted, seemed like you were hoping she was selling her bath water or something. Calm down. Sweetie, you need a HUGE dose of the truth and I might as well say it because I doubt anyone else will, but you’re full of crap.
Oh I lost my smile, I didn’t know who I was anymore, I went to the dark side. Obviously we haven’t been properly introduced because you sound a LOT like how I used to. I’m here to tell you, it’s not a good look. All those matches you lost? It wasn’t because of who you were trying to be, it was because you were being a phony. A fake. A fraud. You were not being genuine. And let’s cut through the rest of the BS, you aren’t schizophrenic, you just have a crap attitude and a crap facade because you don’t know who the hell you actually are. It isn’t shameful to be different, it isn’t shameful to have some wires crossed mentally. I’m neurospicy myself, I’ve always said you had to have some level of something wrong with you to do what we do in this business.
I can’t and won’t judge you because I’ve been on the receiving end of a lot of abuse from a lot of people in this industry. Some of it self-inflicted and a lot of it out of ignorance. I’m not even out here calling you out to fight you. I heard what you said, and I’ve been there. I’ve got your back and you’re not alone.”
*Eavan puts the microphone under her arm and her and Inga applaud as the crowd cheers and even starts a ‘Khloe’ chant. *
Eavan: “Last but not least, I legit wanted to thank you all for allowing me here in TPW. I burned a lot of bridges everywhere I’ve gone and am only just now starting to start repairing them. You guys are fricking awesome.”
*Eavan tosses the microphone and her and Inga head up the ramp. As the do the camera fades from them to a luxury suite in the MGM Grand. *
*The shot opens to Alexander Marshall sitting in his private suite that overlooks the MGM Grand. Alexander has a massive smile on his face as he is speaking to someone, but due to the camera angle we cannot see who. *
Alexander Marshall: I know from where you sit, it doesn't seem like the best position. However, you are in a great spot to help me, and the rest of The Cabal out.
Now, I know you aren't a member of The Cabal, and you're not looking to be. Personally, I like your lone wolf attitude, but it never hurts to have friends in high places. You scratch our back, we scratch yours, you know.
So, you just make sure Matt Knox doesn't make it through the Bohemian Bash and you will be held in high favor, with much regard as the Cabal is concerned. What do you say?
*The camera pans around to show Zolton sitting across the desk from Alexander Marshall. His eyes bored a hole through Marshall. Seemingly quite uninterested. Remaining still he speaks in a tone as if annoyed or even disrespected. Although the words do not match.*
Z: Alright. Let me get this straight. I am the number one entrant into the bash. I know this Knox guy is my first for right? I am not seeing any benefits guaranteed to me. You say words and act like a person who is trustworthy but I can't take you at your word.
And yes you're right I prefer to be solo. I am who I am by being alone. You seem to be one that can't survive without help. So where is this 'scratching of my back'?
*Z remains statuesque as he continues to stare right through the interim boss. Alexander smirks and gives an arrogant laugh. Alexander reaches behind the desk and pulls out a briefcase that he lays on the table. Alexander snaps it open revealing that it is full of cash. *
Alexander Marshall: I could think of thousands of reasons for you to take Matt Knox out.
*Z doesn't move but his eyes do look over the cash inside the briefcase. Then his eyes rise back up to Marshall*
Z: Oh. So you think that I can just be bought. You seriously think that you can pull out a briefcase full of cash and I'll just jump up and shake your hand vigorously and tell you we have a deal? You are seriously mistaken. I'm not like these other mindless cronies. I don't need money. I'm not a desperate fool.
*The big man rises to his feet, closes the case aggressively.*
Z: The thing is however, destroying someone is my kind of fun. Not just physically. But psychologically. But I will accept this deal as it stands. But consider this a one time deal unless you come to the table with a more lucrative offer. Not just money either.
*He grabs the briefcase after latching it and begins to walk toward the office door. Alexander watches as Z leaves in shock. As Z slams the door behind him Marshall says under his breath, "pleasure doing business with you" as the scene fades back to ringside. *
Alexander Marshall: I know from where you sit, it doesn't seem like the best position. However, you are in a great spot to help me, and the rest of The Cabal out.
Now, I know you aren't a member of The Cabal, and you're not looking to be. Personally, I like your lone wolf attitude, but it never hurts to have friends in high places. You scratch our back, we scratch yours, you know.
So, you just make sure Matt Knox doesn't make it through the Bohemian Bash and you will be held in high favor, with much regard as the Cabal is concerned. What do you say?
*The camera pans around to show Zolton sitting across the desk from Alexander Marshall. His eyes bored a hole through Marshall. Seemingly quite uninterested. Remaining still he speaks in a tone as if annoyed or even disrespected. Although the words do not match.*
Z: Alright. Let me get this straight. I am the number one entrant into the bash. I know this Knox guy is my first for right? I am not seeing any benefits guaranteed to me. You say words and act like a person who is trustworthy but I can't take you at your word.
And yes you're right I prefer to be solo. I am who I am by being alone. You seem to be one that can't survive without help. So where is this 'scratching of my back'?
*Z remains statuesque as he continues to stare right through the interim boss. Alexander smirks and gives an arrogant laugh. Alexander reaches behind the desk and pulls out a briefcase that he lays on the table. Alexander snaps it open revealing that it is full of cash. *
Alexander Marshall: I could think of thousands of reasons for you to take Matt Knox out.
*Z doesn't move but his eyes do look over the cash inside the briefcase. Then his eyes rise back up to Marshall*
Z: Oh. So you think that I can just be bought. You seriously think that you can pull out a briefcase full of cash and I'll just jump up and shake your hand vigorously and tell you we have a deal? You are seriously mistaken. I'm not like these other mindless cronies. I don't need money. I'm not a desperate fool.
*The big man rises to his feet, closes the case aggressively.*
Z: The thing is however, destroying someone is my kind of fun. Not just physically. But psychologically. But I will accept this deal as it stands. But consider this a one time deal unless you come to the table with a more lucrative offer. Not just money either.
*He grabs the briefcase after latching it and begins to walk toward the office door. Alexander watches as Z leaves in shock. As Z slams the door behind him Marshall says under his breath, "pleasure doing business with you" as the scene fades back to ringside. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Playa del Carmen, Mexico, and weighing in at 200lbs. Making his TPW DEBUT, THIS IS… ULTIMO FORAJIDO!!!
*The arena is shrouded in darkness, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the opening chords of "People of the Sun" by Rage Against The Machine reverberate throughout the venue, sending shockwaves of excitement through the roaring crowd. Strobe lights flicker in sync with the music, bathing the arena in an array of vibrant colors.
As the intense rhythm builds, a spotlight pierces through the darkness, focusing on the entrance ramp. Emerging from the smoke, the silhouette of a masked figure slowly materializes. Clad in a technicolor sombrero, adorned with feathers and sparkling gems, Ultimo Forajido stands tall with an air of defiance, his eyes blazing with determination.
With each beat of the drum, Ultimo Forajido confidently strides forward, his lucha libre mask reflecting the spirit of his ancestors. The Mexican flag is draped across his shoulders, billowing in the wind, symbolizing his unwavering pride for his heritage. The crowd's cheers grow louder, their adoration fueling the warrior within.
As the explosive chorus kicks in, fireworks erupt from the stage, illuminating the entire arena. Ultimo Forajido spreads his arms wide, basking in the adulation of his devoted fans. With each step, his presence exudes a mixture of power, agility, and an unbreakable spirit.
Leaping onto the ring apron, Ultimo Forajido gracefully vaults over the top rope, landing with a resounding thud. He leaps to the turnbuckle, raising his arms triumphantly as the crowd erupts with chants of "Forajido! Forajido!" The music reaches its climax, infusing the atmosphere with undeniable energy.
Finally, Ultimo Forajido removes his extravagant sombrero, placing it gently on the ring post. The crowd's anticipation reaches its zenith as he readies himself for the impending battle, his eyes locked onto his opponent, ready to unleash his explosive style of lucha libre.
Ultimo Forajido, the embodiment of passion and resilience, is now in the ring, ready to conquer any obstacle in his path. With "People of the Sun" echoing through the arena, he stands tall, his gaze fixed on victory, prepared to fight for glory, honor, and the adoration of his loyal fans. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Baltimore,MD by way of Monterey, CA, weighing in at 244lbs. THIS IS THE RAVEN! MATT KNOOOOXXXXX!!!
*The house lights cut out, and 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. *
Markson: This is going to be a real clash of styles here tonight. The lucha libre of Forajido against the technical striking ability of Knox.
Napier: How was Matt Knox even cleared to wrestle after the damage his neck took at the last Fury?
Markson: Dr. Quinn cleared him to compete tonight.
*The bell sounds signaling the start of the match and as the two men go to lock up, Ultimo ducks under, catching Knox’s arm and spinning into a hammerlock. Ultimo quickly transitions the hammerlock into a headlock and begins cranking on the head and sore neck of Knox. Knox responds by wrapping his arms around Ultimo, dropping his hips, and taking Ultimo over, dumping him on his head with a belly-to-back suplex.
Knox rolls to his feet, while Ultimo rolls on the mat holding his neck. Knox grabs Ultimo by the head and pulls him up into a side headlock of his own, and then rides Ultimo down to the mat with the headlock. *
Markson: It looks like Matt Knox wants to show Ultimo Forajido what a sore neck feels like.
Napier: Typical, bitter, self-center Matt Knox.
Markson: OR! It is a smart game plan to ground the high flier.
*Ultimo is able to pop his head out and go into another hammerlock on Knox. Knox fights up to a seated position and Gramby rolls out of the hammerlock into a wrist lock of his own. Knox moves up to his feet to add pressure on the wrist lock. Ultimo rolls forward to his feet, performs a standing backflip, and then spins to his side taking Knox over by his wrist. Knox hits and rolls up to his feet as Ultimo is already up. Ultimo charge at Knox, and Knox goes for a clothesline, but Ultimo ducks under. As Ultimo ducks he heads into the ropes with a handstand, bouncing off with a handspring back elbow.
Knox falls to the mat and rolls to the outside for safety, Ultimo is up though, and not stopping his assault. Ultimo charges to the ropes as if going for a dive, and Knox drops down behind the apron to avoid the dive, but Ultimo sees it and counters with a tiger feint swinging back around into the ring. Knox stands up noticing Ultimo isn’t there. As Knox turns back toward the ring, Ultimo slingshots himself to the outside and catches Knox with a hurriconrana. *
Markson: What speed by Ultimo Forajido, he is quick as a cat.
Napier: Call him Speedy Gonzales.
Markson: NICK!
Napier: What? I just said what you were afraid to say.
*Ultimo hops to the apron and waits as Knox gets to his feet. As Knox gets up Ultimo runs down the apron and comes off with a cannonball dive off the apron to Knox on the outside. Knox crashes to the floor with Ultimo on top of him. Ultimo rolls up and pumps up the Vegas crowd who are getting behind this luchador. Ultimo turns back to Knox who is trying to get up, grabs Knox, and rolls him into the ring.
Ultimo hops to the apron and begins climbing the turnbuckles. Ultimo gets to the top rope as Knox gets to his feet. Ultimo leaps off at Knox, but Knox dives under him to the corner. Ultimo is able to tuck and roll, coming back up to his feet. Ultimo spins around into a jumping pump kick from Knox that catches Ultimo right in the face. *
Markson: BRUTAL KICK BY THE RAVEN!
Napier: I’m surprised that the old man can jump that high without blowing his knee out. Just wait until Zoltan gets his hands on him in the Bash. He’ll turn that Raven into a serving of fifty-cent wings.
*Knox rolls to his knees and rubs his neck as he looks at Ultimo who is trying to clear the cobwebs. Knox stands up and as Ultimo gets to his knees Knox grabs him in a Muay Thai clinch. Ultimo grabs the arms of Knox and pushes himself up, but as he gets up Knox whips Ultimo to the side hard, throwing him off balance. Knox begins throwing knee strikes while holding onto the clinch. Knox drives Ultimo back into the corner, where Referee Beard calls for him to break the clinch.
Knox breaks the clinch, but as he does grabs Ultimo and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Ultimo counters running up the turnbuckles as he goes into them, and flips backward over Knox’s head as Knox runs under him. Knox turns around to a drop kick from Ultimo that drives him into the corner. Knox slumps down in the corner as Ultimo charges in again, going for a handspring back elbow into the corner, but as Ultimo leaps Knox comes out of the corner and catches Ultimo in the air. Knox then dumps Ultimo backward with a German suplex onto the 2nd turnbuckle. *
Markson: OH MY! That was a sick suplex.
Napier: Yeah, that Matt Knox, such a great guy, just out there trying to cripple Ultimo Forajido in his debut match.
*Knox pulls Ultimo out of the corner and makes a cover.
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2…
KICKOUT!
Knox stands up and backs into the corner, hopping onto the top rope in a seated position. Ultimo is moving to his feet using the ropes, and as Ultimo pulls himself up with the top rope, Knox jumps off the middle rope driving a knee into the ribs of Ultimo. Ultimo hits the mat a Knox is back to his feet, charging off the ropes and delivering a Lionsault to Ultimo.
Knox comes up to his feet, pulling Ultimo up as he does. Knox fires a hard European uppercut to the chest of Ultimo that drives him back into the corner. Knox springs to the second rope and comes off with a springboard spinning back kick to the chest of Ultimo. Ultimo sinks into the corner in a seated position, and Knox runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a running boot to the side of Ultimo’s head. Knox pulls Ultimo out of the corner and makes a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markon: Ultimo Foradjido displaying amazing fortitude kicking out there.
Napier: OR! Matt Knox is an idiot and just didn’t hook the leg like he should have.
*Knox stands back waiting on Ultimo to get up. As Ultimo staggers to his feet, Knox goes for Dead and Lovely (Leaping inside crescent kick), but Ultimo drops down, spins, and catches Knox foot tripping Knox onto his face. Ultimo spins up, and as Knox is pushing himself to all fours Ultimo leaps with a flipping leg drop to the back of Knox’s head. Ultimo spins up to his feet and goes to the corner where he starts climbing.
As Ultimo gets to the top ropes Knox gets to his feet and charges at Ultimo. Ultimo leaps over the charging Knox and catches him with a top rope sunset flip into a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH! That was a close one right there. Ultimo Forajido pinning Matt Knox would have to be considered a huge upset.
Napier: Please, Knox is just another past his prime has been.
*Knox kicks out and rolls up to his feet as Ultimo does as well. Knox strikes first, going for another Europen Uppercut, but Ultimo counters, catching Knox in a backslide for a pin.
1…
Knox kicks out and immediately rolls back to his feet. Ultimo pops right up and begins delivering multiple palm strikes to the body driving Knox back to the corner, Ultimo steps through the ropes to the apron and hops to the top rope. Ultimo hooks Knox by the head looking to complete the Vaciar el clip (multiple palm strikes to the body driving opponent to the corner, followed by diamond dust). Knox grabs Ultimo’s arm from around his head and pulls it off. Knox uses his other arm to grab Ultimo’s head and runs out of the corner and drops Ultimo with a hanging cutter. *
Markson: What a brilliant counter there by Matt Knox.
Napier: I guess Matt Knox is like Farmer’s Insurance. He knows a thing or two because he’s seen a thing or two.
*Knox holds onto the head of Ultimo as he hit the cutter, Knox gets to his feet, pulling Ultimo up as he does. As Knox gets up he pulls Ultimo up onto his shoulders and delivers the Into The Void (GTS). Knox immediately makes the cover. *
1…
*The arena is shrouded in darkness, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the opening chords of "People of the Sun" by Rage Against The Machine reverberate throughout the venue, sending shockwaves of excitement through the roaring crowd. Strobe lights flicker in sync with the music, bathing the arena in an array of vibrant colors.
As the intense rhythm builds, a spotlight pierces through the darkness, focusing on the entrance ramp. Emerging from the smoke, the silhouette of a masked figure slowly materializes. Clad in a technicolor sombrero, adorned with feathers and sparkling gems, Ultimo Forajido stands tall with an air of defiance, his eyes blazing with determination.
With each beat of the drum, Ultimo Forajido confidently strides forward, his lucha libre mask reflecting the spirit of his ancestors. The Mexican flag is draped across his shoulders, billowing in the wind, symbolizing his unwavering pride for his heritage. The crowd's cheers grow louder, their adoration fueling the warrior within.
As the explosive chorus kicks in, fireworks erupt from the stage, illuminating the entire arena. Ultimo Forajido spreads his arms wide, basking in the adulation of his devoted fans. With each step, his presence exudes a mixture of power, agility, and an unbreakable spirit.
Leaping onto the ring apron, Ultimo Forajido gracefully vaults over the top rope, landing with a resounding thud. He leaps to the turnbuckle, raising his arms triumphantly as the crowd erupts with chants of "Forajido! Forajido!" The music reaches its climax, infusing the atmosphere with undeniable energy.
Finally, Ultimo Forajido removes his extravagant sombrero, placing it gently on the ring post. The crowd's anticipation reaches its zenith as he readies himself for the impending battle, his eyes locked onto his opponent, ready to unleash his explosive style of lucha libre.
Ultimo Forajido, the embodiment of passion and resilience, is now in the ring, ready to conquer any obstacle in his path. With "People of the Sun" echoing through the arena, he stands tall, his gaze fixed on victory, prepared to fight for glory, honor, and the adoration of his loyal fans. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Baltimore,MD by way of Monterey, CA, weighing in at 244lbs. THIS IS THE RAVEN! MATT KNOOOOXXXXX!!!
*The house lights cut out, and 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. *
Markson: This is going to be a real clash of styles here tonight. The lucha libre of Forajido against the technical striking ability of Knox.
Napier: How was Matt Knox even cleared to wrestle after the damage his neck took at the last Fury?
Markson: Dr. Quinn cleared him to compete tonight.
*The bell sounds signaling the start of the match and as the two men go to lock up, Ultimo ducks under, catching Knox’s arm and spinning into a hammerlock. Ultimo quickly transitions the hammerlock into a headlock and begins cranking on the head and sore neck of Knox. Knox responds by wrapping his arms around Ultimo, dropping his hips, and taking Ultimo over, dumping him on his head with a belly-to-back suplex.
Knox rolls to his feet, while Ultimo rolls on the mat holding his neck. Knox grabs Ultimo by the head and pulls him up into a side headlock of his own, and then rides Ultimo down to the mat with the headlock. *
Markson: It looks like Matt Knox wants to show Ultimo Forajido what a sore neck feels like.
Napier: Typical, bitter, self-center Matt Knox.
Markson: OR! It is a smart game plan to ground the high flier.
*Ultimo is able to pop his head out and go into another hammerlock on Knox. Knox fights up to a seated position and Gramby rolls out of the hammerlock into a wrist lock of his own. Knox moves up to his feet to add pressure on the wrist lock. Ultimo rolls forward to his feet, performs a standing backflip, and then spins to his side taking Knox over by his wrist. Knox hits and rolls up to his feet as Ultimo is already up. Ultimo charge at Knox, and Knox goes for a clothesline, but Ultimo ducks under. As Ultimo ducks he heads into the ropes with a handstand, bouncing off with a handspring back elbow.
Knox falls to the mat and rolls to the outside for safety, Ultimo is up though, and not stopping his assault. Ultimo charges to the ropes as if going for a dive, and Knox drops down behind the apron to avoid the dive, but Ultimo sees it and counters with a tiger feint swinging back around into the ring. Knox stands up noticing Ultimo isn’t there. As Knox turns back toward the ring, Ultimo slingshots himself to the outside and catches Knox with a hurriconrana. *
Markson: What speed by Ultimo Forajido, he is quick as a cat.
Napier: Call him Speedy Gonzales.
Markson: NICK!
Napier: What? I just said what you were afraid to say.
*Ultimo hops to the apron and waits as Knox gets to his feet. As Knox gets up Ultimo runs down the apron and comes off with a cannonball dive off the apron to Knox on the outside. Knox crashes to the floor with Ultimo on top of him. Ultimo rolls up and pumps up the Vegas crowd who are getting behind this luchador. Ultimo turns back to Knox who is trying to get up, grabs Knox, and rolls him into the ring.
Ultimo hops to the apron and begins climbing the turnbuckles. Ultimo gets to the top rope as Knox gets to his feet. Ultimo leaps off at Knox, but Knox dives under him to the corner. Ultimo is able to tuck and roll, coming back up to his feet. Ultimo spins around into a jumping pump kick from Knox that catches Ultimo right in the face. *
Markson: BRUTAL KICK BY THE RAVEN!
Napier: I’m surprised that the old man can jump that high without blowing his knee out. Just wait until Zoltan gets his hands on him in the Bash. He’ll turn that Raven into a serving of fifty-cent wings.
*Knox rolls to his knees and rubs his neck as he looks at Ultimo who is trying to clear the cobwebs. Knox stands up and as Ultimo gets to his knees Knox grabs him in a Muay Thai clinch. Ultimo grabs the arms of Knox and pushes himself up, but as he gets up Knox whips Ultimo to the side hard, throwing him off balance. Knox begins throwing knee strikes while holding onto the clinch. Knox drives Ultimo back into the corner, where Referee Beard calls for him to break the clinch.
Knox breaks the clinch, but as he does grabs Ultimo and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Ultimo counters running up the turnbuckles as he goes into them, and flips backward over Knox’s head as Knox runs under him. Knox turns around to a drop kick from Ultimo that drives him into the corner. Knox slumps down in the corner as Ultimo charges in again, going for a handspring back elbow into the corner, but as Ultimo leaps Knox comes out of the corner and catches Ultimo in the air. Knox then dumps Ultimo backward with a German suplex onto the 2nd turnbuckle. *
Markson: OH MY! That was a sick suplex.
Napier: Yeah, that Matt Knox, such a great guy, just out there trying to cripple Ultimo Forajido in his debut match.
*Knox pulls Ultimo out of the corner and makes a cover.
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KICKOUT!
Knox stands up and backs into the corner, hopping onto the top rope in a seated position. Ultimo is moving to his feet using the ropes, and as Ultimo pulls himself up with the top rope, Knox jumps off the middle rope driving a knee into the ribs of Ultimo. Ultimo hits the mat a Knox is back to his feet, charging off the ropes and delivering a Lionsault to Ultimo.
Knox comes up to his feet, pulling Ultimo up as he does. Knox fires a hard European uppercut to the chest of Ultimo that drives him back into the corner. Knox springs to the second rope and comes off with a springboard spinning back kick to the chest of Ultimo. Ultimo sinks into the corner in a seated position, and Knox runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a running boot to the side of Ultimo’s head. Knox pulls Ultimo out of the corner and makes a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markon: Ultimo Foradjido displaying amazing fortitude kicking out there.
Napier: OR! Matt Knox is an idiot and just didn’t hook the leg like he should have.
*Knox stands back waiting on Ultimo to get up. As Ultimo staggers to his feet, Knox goes for Dead and Lovely (Leaping inside crescent kick), but Ultimo drops down, spins, and catches Knox foot tripping Knox onto his face. Ultimo spins up, and as Knox is pushing himself to all fours Ultimo leaps with a flipping leg drop to the back of Knox’s head. Ultimo spins up to his feet and goes to the corner where he starts climbing.
As Ultimo gets to the top ropes Knox gets to his feet and charges at Ultimo. Ultimo leaps over the charging Knox and catches him with a top rope sunset flip into a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH! That was a close one right there. Ultimo Forajido pinning Matt Knox would have to be considered a huge upset.
Napier: Please, Knox is just another past his prime has been.
*Knox kicks out and rolls up to his feet as Ultimo does as well. Knox strikes first, going for another Europen Uppercut, but Ultimo counters, catching Knox in a backslide for a pin.
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Knox kicks out and immediately rolls back to his feet. Ultimo pops right up and begins delivering multiple palm strikes to the body driving Knox back to the corner, Ultimo steps through the ropes to the apron and hops to the top rope. Ultimo hooks Knox by the head looking to complete the Vaciar el clip (multiple palm strikes to the body driving opponent to the corner, followed by diamond dust). Knox grabs Ultimo’s arm from around his head and pulls it off. Knox uses his other arm to grab Ultimo’s head and runs out of the corner and drops Ultimo with a hanging cutter. *
Markson: What a brilliant counter there by Matt Knox.
Napier: I guess Matt Knox is like Farmer’s Insurance. He knows a thing or two because he’s seen a thing or two.
*Knox holds onto the head of Ultimo as he hit the cutter, Knox gets to his feet, pulling Ultimo up as he does. As Knox gets up he pulls Ultimo up onto his shoulders and delivers the Into The Void (GTS). Knox immediately makes the cover. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… MATT “THE RAVEN” KNOX!!!
Markson: Impressive victory for Matt Knox, battling through the pain in his neck.
Napier: Matt Knox is a pain in the neck. And was it really impressive? Ultimo Forajido has never competed in TPW before.
Markson: Ultimo Forajido has nothing to be ashamed of, that was an impressive debut, even if he…. HEY! WHAT THE HECK!?!
*Knox falls to the mat as a chair cracks across his back. The shot pans out to show El Diablo Blanco standing over him. El D screams something at Knox before lifting the chair over his head and slamming it down across the body of Knox three different times. El D then throws the chair down and lifts Knox up. El D shoves Knox’s head between his legs and delivers a stump piledriver to Knox on the chair. Knox begins rolling around holding his neck.
El D doesn’t stop there and grabs the chair once more. El D puts the chair around the head and neck of Knox. El D backs into the corner preparing to stomp the chair and snap it around the neck of Knox. El D takes a few steps out of the corner when he is hit with a superkick from Ultimo Forajido. El D hits the mat and rolls out of the ring as Ultimo stands between him and Knox. Before El D can move back into the ring security comes rushing form the back and gets between the men as the shot fades to a commercial break. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… MATT “THE RAVEN” KNOX!!!
Markson: Impressive victory for Matt Knox, battling through the pain in his neck.
Napier: Matt Knox is a pain in the neck. And was it really impressive? Ultimo Forajido has never competed in TPW before.
Markson: Ultimo Forajido has nothing to be ashamed of, that was an impressive debut, even if he…. HEY! WHAT THE HECK!?!
*Knox falls to the mat as a chair cracks across his back. The shot pans out to show El Diablo Blanco standing over him. El D screams something at Knox before lifting the chair over his head and slamming it down across the body of Knox three different times. El D then throws the chair down and lifts Knox up. El D shoves Knox’s head between his legs and delivers a stump piledriver to Knox on the chair. Knox begins rolling around holding his neck.
El D doesn’t stop there and grabs the chair once more. El D puts the chair around the head and neck of Knox. El D backs into the corner preparing to stomp the chair and snap it around the neck of Knox. El D takes a few steps out of the corner when he is hit with a superkick from Ultimo Forajido. El D hits the mat and rolls out of the ring as Ultimo stands between him and Knox. Before El D can move back into the ring security comes rushing form the back and gets between the men as the shot fades to a commercial break. *
*We fade up backstage and the live crowd immediately goes wild as we get a shot of Nova Skye making her way down a corridor with the American Championship slung over her shoulder. She exudes confidence with every step as she makes her way toward an unknown destination... before she's abruptly confronted by Brooke Blakely, still appearing disheveled following her match earlier in the evening. Brooke balls her fists up, ready to get physical. Nova huffs, unimpressed.*
Brooke Blakely: You didn't think I'd forget what you did two weeks ago, huh? Sticking your nose in my business... ruining MY momentum heading into my big match in Japan?
*Nova smirks.*
Nova Skye: Yeah, about that... I heard you got your ass kicked.
Brooke Blakely: Oh yeah? Is that what you heard? Shut up, Nova Skye! You think you're some kind of bad ass just because--
*Brooke's eyes suddenly widen and her demeanor softens. She takes a step back as the camera pans over to reveal Junko Souma standing behind Nova Skye with a steel chair in her hand... and the Intense International Wrestling Women's World Championship around her waist. Nova looks over her shoulder, noticing Junko standing there for the first time herself... then she directs her eyes back toward Blakely.*
Nova Skye: You were saying--
*Her eyes narrow.*
Nova Skye: --bitch?
Brooke Blakely: We're not through, Skye! You're not so tough!
*Blakely shakes her fist, then turns and leaves without further incident. Junko throws the chair down and it clatters to a stop against the corridor wall. Nova slowly turns and faces Junko, looking down at her.*
Nova Skye: I had that under control, you know.
Junko Souma: Two weeks ago... you had my back. I respect you for that.
*Junko shifts the title on her shoulder.*
Junko Souma: We are... even now.
*Nova nods.*
Nova Skye: Good job handling Blakely in Miracle Galaxy Pro... heard you busted her up real good with a steel chair... but just so you know, that's not how our match is going down at the Bohemian Bash. You won't have Terry Marshall in your corner in two weeks. I'm not Brooke Blakely... and I'm not whoever you beat for--
*She directs her eyes down toward the IIW championship on Junko's shoulder.*
Nova Skye: --that.
*Junko looks down at the title herself and then cuts her eyes up toward Skye. Skye removes the American Championship from her shoulder and holds it over her head as the live crowd cheers.*
Nova Skye: I'm the Thunder Pro Wrestling American Champion for a reason.
*Junko glares up at her.*
Nova Skye: You're about to learn that the hard way... respectfully.
*Nova turns and walks away, leaving Junko behind with her own championship resting on her shoulder. Junko lowers the title, holding it in her hand. She looks down at the center plate and then allows her eyes to fall toward the steel chair resting on the floor near the wall. There's an ominous buzz amongst the live crowd as we cut back to the ring where Steve Cotton waits to announce the next match.*
Brooke Blakely: You didn't think I'd forget what you did two weeks ago, huh? Sticking your nose in my business... ruining MY momentum heading into my big match in Japan?
*Nova smirks.*
Nova Skye: Yeah, about that... I heard you got your ass kicked.
Brooke Blakely: Oh yeah? Is that what you heard? Shut up, Nova Skye! You think you're some kind of bad ass just because--
*Brooke's eyes suddenly widen and her demeanor softens. She takes a step back as the camera pans over to reveal Junko Souma standing behind Nova Skye with a steel chair in her hand... and the Intense International Wrestling Women's World Championship around her waist. Nova looks over her shoulder, noticing Junko standing there for the first time herself... then she directs her eyes back toward Blakely.*
Nova Skye: You were saying--
*Her eyes narrow.*
Nova Skye: --bitch?
Brooke Blakely: We're not through, Skye! You're not so tough!
*Blakely shakes her fist, then turns and leaves without further incident. Junko throws the chair down and it clatters to a stop against the corridor wall. Nova slowly turns and faces Junko, looking down at her.*
Nova Skye: I had that under control, you know.
Junko Souma: Two weeks ago... you had my back. I respect you for that.
*Junko shifts the title on her shoulder.*
Junko Souma: We are... even now.
*Nova nods.*
Nova Skye: Good job handling Blakely in Miracle Galaxy Pro... heard you busted her up real good with a steel chair... but just so you know, that's not how our match is going down at the Bohemian Bash. You won't have Terry Marshall in your corner in two weeks. I'm not Brooke Blakely... and I'm not whoever you beat for--
*She directs her eyes down toward the IIW championship on Junko's shoulder.*
Nova Skye: --that.
*Junko looks down at the title herself and then cuts her eyes up toward Skye. Skye removes the American Championship from her shoulder and holds it over her head as the live crowd cheers.*
Nova Skye: I'm the Thunder Pro Wrestling American Champion for a reason.
*Junko glares up at her.*
Nova Skye: You're about to learn that the hard way... respectfully.
*Nova turns and walks away, leaving Junko behind with her own championship resting on her shoulder. Junko lowers the title, holding it in her hand. She looks down at the center plate and then allows her eyes to fall toward the steel chair resting on the floor near the wall. There's an ominous buzz amongst the live crowd as we cut back to the ring where Steve Cotton waits to announce the next match.*
Steve Cotton: The following match is a TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 255lb, this is Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo, they are… LIGHTS OUT!!!
*Birmingham (Anthem) BY Lotto Boys and Jaykae plays over the PA as the lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia cooly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava shadowboxes quickly - then ready themselves for the bell.*
Steve Cotton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 265lbs, this is Delia Black and Claudia Frost, they are… 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 is going to be a huge match for the history of Thunder Pro Wrestling, our first ALL-WOMEN tag match.
Napier: Sounds like it’s going o be a snooze fest.
Markson: And it sounds like you are sexist.
Napier: Thanks Mark, I always thought I was sexy, but it is nice to hear it from others.
*As the bell sounds Ava and Delia begin circling around the ring and begin talking trash to one another. They meet in the middle of the ring and go forehead as they argue. Suddenly, Delia fires a hard forearm to the jaw of Ava. Ava responds back with a forearm of her own. The two begin trading forearms back and forth until it appears that Ava is beginning to get the advantage. Delia stops her with a kick to the stomach. Del;ia grabs a side headlock, but as soon as she does Ava lifts and drops her with a belly-to-back suplex.
Delia rolls to her knees holding the back of her head. Ava grabs a headlock of her own on the kneeled Delia. Delia shoves into Ava, powering to her feet. Delia fires a forearm into the ribs of Ava and shoots Ava off into the ropes. As Ava comes off the ropes Delia goes for a spin kick but Ava ducks. Delia spins back around to see Ava spinning around as well, and Delia acts quickly hitting a Step-up Enzigur.
Delia rolls up and laughs as she looks down at Ava. Ava starts rolling up and as she does Delia goes for a rapid-fire kick, but Ava throws her arms up blocking it. Ava stands up and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Delia ducks. Both Ava and Delia go for clotheslines but they both duck. Delia and Ave then both go for superkicks and nail each other with double superkicks. *
Markson: What an exchange. These women are ruthless.
Napier: They keep getting kicked in the face like that and they’ll be toothless.
*Delia and Ava both roll to their corners and tag in their partners. Claudia and Alessia, the two technicians of the team come into the ring. The two of them lock up and Claudia ducks under going behind Alesia, lifting her up and bringing her down to the mat. Alessia sits up, pushes back into Claudia, and performs a sitting switch, taking the back of Claudia. Claudia fights to her feet, but Alessia still has her in a waist lock.
Claudia cuts a cartwheel, spinning out of the waist lock. Alessia goes after Claudia, and Claudia goes for hip-toss. In mid-air Alessia spins, arm dragging Claudia out of the hip toss. Claudia hits and rolls up, seeing Alessia coming again, and Claudia catches her with an overhead belly-to-belly, but Alessia performs a handstand out of it, hitting the ropes and dropping back into an elbow drop on Claudia. Alessia grabs the head of Claudia in a headlock as Claudia sits up. *
Markson: WHOA! I’ve never seen a counter like that before.
Napier: I haven’t either. Not going to lie, that was impressive.
*Alessia pulls Claudia into her corner where he tags in Ava. Alessia holds the head and arm of Claudia allowing Ava to place a spinning back kick into the ribs of Claudia. Ava follows up grabbing a headlock on Claudia and taking her over with a headlock takeover, but as she does Claudia rolls through pinning Ava on her back, causing Referee Lindsey Wallace to drop for a pin.
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Ava kicks out but holds onto the headlock as she does. Claudia fights up to her feet and wraps her arms around Ava’s waist. Claudia powers Ava into the ropes where Delia makes the blind tag. Claudie soots Ava off the ropes and as Ava comes back Claudia drops down. Ava hops over and as she does sees Delia in the ring. Before Ava can react Delia is there with the Squid Game Red Light (Running Knee Strike). Claudia rolls out of the ring as Delia makes a pin. *
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Markson: Oh my goodness, I thought Delia Black took Ava Arthur’s head off with that knee.
Napier: No, off with their heads is Claudia Frost’s DDT, not Delia’s knee.
*Delia pulls Ava to her knees and delivers a hard front kick to the chest of Ava. Ava eats the kick and yells at Delia. Delia responds with a second kick that makes Ava yell again. Delia snarls and then begins unloading with Rapid Fire Kicks (think Bryan Danielson or Daniel Bryan or whatever, all those kicks), hitting at least five hard kicks that knock Ava flat on her back.
Delia grabs Ava by the head, pulls her off the mat, and whips her into her corner. Claudia immediately begins choking Ava with the tag rope and Delia runs into the corner with a knee strike to the stomach of Ava.
Referee Wallace is ordering the break of the choke, and Influence obliges. Delia tags in Claudia and The Influence pull Ava out of the corner. With Ava dazed, the Influence delivers Murder Sequence 2021 as Delia hits a superkick and Ava falls into the arms of Claudia who hits a snap dragon suplex (fast suplex from behind). Claudia bridges for the pin as Delia exits the ring. *
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Markson: OH MY! I thought The Influence had it there, but Alessia Angelo had her teammates back.
Napier: And you said I kept getting the pins wrong in that three-way. Look at you thinking she got her.
*While Referee Wallace is distracted with getting Alessia out of the ring, The Influence Cheat like hell (the duo cheats like hell in every single match to win) as Claudia begins choking Ava while Delia comes in stomping away on Ava. Ref Wallace turns to see The Influence cheating and runs over and begins ordering Delia out of the ring.
With Wallace distracted with Delia, Alessia jumps into the ring, running in and delivering a drop kick to the head of the kneeled Claudia. Alessia quickly rolls out of the ring as Ref Wallace turns around to see both Ava and Claudia down on the mat. *
Napier: Look at Lights Out, those dirty cheaters, they need to be disqualified.
Markson: You got to be kidding me.
*Ava begins pushing herself up, but Claudia is already standing to her feet. Claudia quickly gets between Ava and Alessia, as she runs over and forearms Alessia on the apron. Alessia goes to jump into the ring, which distracts Ref Wallace once more as she begins holding Alessia back.
With the Ref distracted again, Delia comes in. The Influence grabs Ava and whips her into the ropes. The Influence goes for a double clothesline, but Ava leaps into the air, coming down onto the arms of The Influence, knocking their heads together. Referee Wallace turns around to see the three of them laying on the mat. *
Markson: The Influence really used their heads on that one.
Napier: Not funny Mark.
*Ava begins crawling toward her corner as Delia and Claudia stagger to their feet. The Influence sees Ava and heads for her, but Ava leaps and tags in Alessia. Unexpectedly, Alessia springs to the top rope and comes flying off with a cross-body block that takes down both members of the Influence. As they hit the mat Delia rolls to her corner as Alessia stays on top of Claudia. Alessia holds onto the seated Claudia’s head in a front face lock. Alessia rolls backward, rolling Claudia with her, and up onto her feet before dropping Claudia with a DDT.
Alessia rolls right up to her feet and pulls Claudia up grabbing her head and twisting her into a neck breaker. Alessia continues to hold onto Claudia’s head and goes right into a guillotine choke. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo is viciously assaulting the neck of Claudia Frost.
Napier: I’d say, she spiked it, broke it, and now she’s choking it.
*Claudia is frantically trying to get free but appears to be fading fast. Ref Wallace checks Claudia’s arm, and it drops once. Before Ref Wallace can check it a second time Delia goes to kick Alessia in the head, but Alessia sees it coming and catches Delia’s foot. Alessia rolls through with the kick, twisting Delia to the mat, and catching her in an ankle lock. Delia starts trying to crawl to the ropes, but Ref Wallace is screaming that Delia isn’t the legal man. Alessia releases the hold and Delia rolls to the outside under the bottom rope.
Alessia turns around into the waiting arms of Claudia who hooks her for an exploder suplex. Alessia begins hammering Claudia in the side of the head stopping the suplex and breaking the hold. Claudia staggers back and Alessia charges forward going for a spinning elbow, but Claudia ducks. As Alessia misses, she reaches out tagging in Ava. Alessia turns around and is met with a kick to the stomach from Claudia, doubling Alessia over. Claudia shoves Alessia’s head between her legs, but as she does Ava comes off the middle rope with a flying clothesline. Ava makes the pin. *
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Markson: OH SO CLOSE!!!
Napier: These broads are tough as nails.
Markson: Nick, you can’t say that.
*Birmingham (Anthem) BY Lotto Boys and Jaykae plays over the PA as the lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia cooly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava shadowboxes quickly - then ready themselves for the bell.*
Steve Cotton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 265lbs, this is Delia Black and Claudia Frost, they are… 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 is going to be a huge match for the history of Thunder Pro Wrestling, our first ALL-WOMEN tag match.
Napier: Sounds like it’s going o be a snooze fest.
Markson: And it sounds like you are sexist.
Napier: Thanks Mark, I always thought I was sexy, but it is nice to hear it from others.
*As the bell sounds Ava and Delia begin circling around the ring and begin talking trash to one another. They meet in the middle of the ring and go forehead as they argue. Suddenly, Delia fires a hard forearm to the jaw of Ava. Ava responds back with a forearm of her own. The two begin trading forearms back and forth until it appears that Ava is beginning to get the advantage. Delia stops her with a kick to the stomach. Del;ia grabs a side headlock, but as soon as she does Ava lifts and drops her with a belly-to-back suplex.
Delia rolls to her knees holding the back of her head. Ava grabs a headlock of her own on the kneeled Delia. Delia shoves into Ava, powering to her feet. Delia fires a forearm into the ribs of Ava and shoots Ava off into the ropes. As Ava comes off the ropes Delia goes for a spin kick but Ava ducks. Delia spins back around to see Ava spinning around as well, and Delia acts quickly hitting a Step-up Enzigur.
Delia rolls up and laughs as she looks down at Ava. Ava starts rolling up and as she does Delia goes for a rapid-fire kick, but Ava throws her arms up blocking it. Ava stands up and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Delia ducks. Both Ava and Delia go for clotheslines but they both duck. Delia and Ave then both go for superkicks and nail each other with double superkicks. *
Markson: What an exchange. These women are ruthless.
Napier: They keep getting kicked in the face like that and they’ll be toothless.
*Delia and Ava both roll to their corners and tag in their partners. Claudia and Alessia, the two technicians of the team come into the ring. The two of them lock up and Claudia ducks under going behind Alesia, lifting her up and bringing her down to the mat. Alessia sits up, pushes back into Claudia, and performs a sitting switch, taking the back of Claudia. Claudia fights to her feet, but Alessia still has her in a waist lock.
Claudia cuts a cartwheel, spinning out of the waist lock. Alessia goes after Claudia, and Claudia goes for hip-toss. In mid-air Alessia spins, arm dragging Claudia out of the hip toss. Claudia hits and rolls up, seeing Alessia coming again, and Claudia catches her with an overhead belly-to-belly, but Alessia performs a handstand out of it, hitting the ropes and dropping back into an elbow drop on Claudia. Alessia grabs the head of Claudia in a headlock as Claudia sits up. *
Markson: WHOA! I’ve never seen a counter like that before.
Napier: I haven’t either. Not going to lie, that was impressive.
*Alessia pulls Claudia into her corner where he tags in Ava. Alessia holds the head and arm of Claudia allowing Ava to place a spinning back kick into the ribs of Claudia. Ava follows up grabbing a headlock on Claudia and taking her over with a headlock takeover, but as she does Claudia rolls through pinning Ava on her back, causing Referee Lindsey Wallace to drop for a pin.
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Ava kicks out but holds onto the headlock as she does. Claudia fights up to her feet and wraps her arms around Ava’s waist. Claudia powers Ava into the ropes where Delia makes the blind tag. Claudie soots Ava off the ropes and as Ava comes back Claudia drops down. Ava hops over and as she does sees Delia in the ring. Before Ava can react Delia is there with the Squid Game Red Light (Running Knee Strike). Claudia rolls out of the ring as Delia makes a pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Oh my goodness, I thought Delia Black took Ava Arthur’s head off with that knee.
Napier: No, off with their heads is Claudia Frost’s DDT, not Delia’s knee.
*Delia pulls Ava to her knees and delivers a hard front kick to the chest of Ava. Ava eats the kick and yells at Delia. Delia responds with a second kick that makes Ava yell again. Delia snarls and then begins unloading with Rapid Fire Kicks (think Bryan Danielson or Daniel Bryan or whatever, all those kicks), hitting at least five hard kicks that knock Ava flat on her back.
Delia grabs Ava by the head, pulls her off the mat, and whips her into her corner. Claudia immediately begins choking Ava with the tag rope and Delia runs into the corner with a knee strike to the stomach of Ava.
Referee Wallace is ordering the break of the choke, and Influence obliges. Delia tags in Claudia and The Influence pull Ava out of the corner. With Ava dazed, the Influence delivers Murder Sequence 2021 as Delia hits a superkick and Ava falls into the arms of Claudia who hits a snap dragon suplex (fast suplex from behind). Claudia bridges for the pin as Delia exits the ring. *
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ALESSIA BREAKS THE PIN UP!!!
Markson: OH MY! I thought The Influence had it there, but Alessia Angelo had her teammates back.
Napier: And you said I kept getting the pins wrong in that three-way. Look at you thinking she got her.
*While Referee Wallace is distracted with getting Alessia out of the ring, The Influence Cheat like hell (the duo cheats like hell in every single match to win) as Claudia begins choking Ava while Delia comes in stomping away on Ava. Ref Wallace turns to see The Influence cheating and runs over and begins ordering Delia out of the ring.
With Wallace distracted with Delia, Alessia jumps into the ring, running in and delivering a drop kick to the head of the kneeled Claudia. Alessia quickly rolls out of the ring as Ref Wallace turns around to see both Ava and Claudia down on the mat. *
Napier: Look at Lights Out, those dirty cheaters, they need to be disqualified.
Markson: You got to be kidding me.
*Ava begins pushing herself up, but Claudia is already standing to her feet. Claudia quickly gets between Ava and Alessia, as she runs over and forearms Alessia on the apron. Alessia goes to jump into the ring, which distracts Ref Wallace once more as she begins holding Alessia back.
With the Ref distracted again, Delia comes in. The Influence grabs Ava and whips her into the ropes. The Influence goes for a double clothesline, but Ava leaps into the air, coming down onto the arms of The Influence, knocking their heads together. Referee Wallace turns around to see the three of them laying on the mat. *
Markson: The Influence really used their heads on that one.
Napier: Not funny Mark.
*Ava begins crawling toward her corner as Delia and Claudia stagger to their feet. The Influence sees Ava and heads for her, but Ava leaps and tags in Alessia. Unexpectedly, Alessia springs to the top rope and comes flying off with a cross-body block that takes down both members of the Influence. As they hit the mat Delia rolls to her corner as Alessia stays on top of Claudia. Alessia holds onto the seated Claudia’s head in a front face lock. Alessia rolls backward, rolling Claudia with her, and up onto her feet before dropping Claudia with a DDT.
Alessia rolls right up to her feet and pulls Claudia up grabbing her head and twisting her into a neck breaker. Alessia continues to hold onto Claudia’s head and goes right into a guillotine choke. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo is viciously assaulting the neck of Claudia Frost.
Napier: I’d say, she spiked it, broke it, and now she’s choking it.
*Claudia is frantically trying to get free but appears to be fading fast. Ref Wallace checks Claudia’s arm, and it drops once. Before Ref Wallace can check it a second time Delia goes to kick Alessia in the head, but Alessia sees it coming and catches Delia’s foot. Alessia rolls through with the kick, twisting Delia to the mat, and catching her in an ankle lock. Delia starts trying to crawl to the ropes, but Ref Wallace is screaming that Delia isn’t the legal man. Alessia releases the hold and Delia rolls to the outside under the bottom rope.
Alessia turns around into the waiting arms of Claudia who hooks her for an exploder suplex. Alessia begins hammering Claudia in the side of the head stopping the suplex and breaking the hold. Claudia staggers back and Alessia charges forward going for a spinning elbow, but Claudia ducks. As Alessia misses, she reaches out tagging in Ava. Alessia turns around and is met with a kick to the stomach from Claudia, doubling Alessia over. Claudia shoves Alessia’s head between her legs, but as she does Ava comes off the middle rope with a flying clothesline. Ava makes the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH SO CLOSE!!!
Napier: These broads are tough as nails.
Markson: Nick, you can’t say that.
Napier: Why not, they are tough.
*Ava picks Claudia up and hooks her for a suplex, but Claudia blocks it. Claudia then reverses, lifting Ava up, and drops her backward over the top rope to the outside of the ring where Ava crashes down on top of Delia. Claudia sees what happened and looks at the damage, “oh fudge” Claudia says. Claudia turns around and Alessia is there with a clothesline and both women go topping to the outside. *
Markson: The ring has been cleared.
Napier: Good preview of the Bohemian Bash there.
*Clausia and Alessia begin brawling with one another as they get to their feet. Delia and Ava both get up and as they Delia charges forward and tackles Ava and they both go topping over the Spanish announce table. Meanwhile, Referee Wallace has started her count. *
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Markon: It’s broken down into a pier 6 brawl here at the MGM Grand.
Napier: These girls need to act more lady like and fight in the ring.
Markson: LOOK OUT!!!
*Ava and Delia spill onto the commentary desk as the brawl, meanwhile Alessia and Claudia have gone over the security railing and are in the crowd trading blows. *
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*Ava picks Claudia up and hooks her for a suplex, but Claudia blocks it. Claudia then reverses, lifting Ava up, and drops her backward over the top rope to the outside of the ring where Ava crashes down on top of Delia. Claudia sees what happened and looks at the damage, “oh fudge” Claudia says. Claudia turns around and Alessia is there with a clothesline and both women go topping to the outside. *
Markson: The ring has been cleared.
Napier: Good preview of the Bohemian Bash there.
*Clausia and Alessia begin brawling with one another as they get to their feet. Delia and Ava both get up and as they Delia charges forward and tackles Ava and they both go topping over the Spanish announce table. Meanwhile, Referee Wallace has started her count. *
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Markon: It’s broken down into a pier 6 brawl here at the MGM Grand.
Napier: These girls need to act more lady like and fight in the ring.
Markson: LOOK OUT!!!
*Ava and Delia spill onto the commentary desk as the brawl, meanwhile Alessia and Claudia have gone over the security railing and are in the crowd trading blows. *
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Steve Cotton: BOTH TEAMS HAVE BEEN COUNTED OUT, THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A DRAW!!!
*The crowd begins to boo at the announcement of the draw, but it doesn't stop the Influence or Lights Out as both teams continue to brawl. Security begins to rush out to break the brawl up as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
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Steve Cotton: BOTH TEAMS HAVE BEEN COUNTED OUT, THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A DRAW!!!
*The crowd begins to boo at the announcement of the draw, but it doesn't stop the Influence or Lights Out as both teams continue to brawl. Security begins to rush out to break the brawl up as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome, your Duos Champions… The Malvado Brothers!
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and the crowd pops as The Malvado Brothers come out, being led by their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez and their gorgeous manager and translator Leslie Jimenez. They’re wearing matching black masks with golden spirals on them, thorn jeans and tennis shoes and their hot selling t-shirts, currently sold out everywhere t-shirts are sold… *
*But you can join the waiting list… Facts. *
*Leslie and Paco carry a Duos title each over their shoulder, and once all four are together they make their way to the ring. *
Markson: Here come the Duos champions Napy-baby, what do you think they have in mind?
Napier: Okay first of all, never call me that again… Ever… Second, I’m sure it’s something good… The Malvados are, at the very least, great entertainers…
*Once at ringside, Paco hands his title to Victor, then walks around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. Leslie hands the other belt to Hector and goes to sit at ringside, clearly, she’s letting the boys do all the talking tonight. Once inside, each brother goes to a corner, jumping onto the second turnbuckle, raising their titles and the crowd pops big again. Once they have gotten their fill of cheers, they hop down and Leslie hands them each a microphone. As the music dies down, the brother who knows English, speaks… Don’t ask us which one it is, it changes from show to show… Let’s say it’s Hector…*
Hector: ¡¿Qué pasa Las Vegas, Nevada?!
*Cheap pop.*
Victor: This is the first time my brother and I have come to Sin City, our papa, he refused to let us come… A little hypocrite if you ask me…
Hector: Mucho hippo…
Victor: I mean you do manage the “Seven Deadly Sins”, both old and new, come on Papi… You could have let us come sooner…
*Paco just shakes his head at ringside, as he drinks with a random fan. “kids” he says.*
Napier: How can Paco not bring their boys to Vegas? I mean my daddy brought me here as soon as I turned 13! I lost my virginity here!
Markson: …and that’s probably just one of the reasons why.
Victor: It’s all good Papi, after this little promo, my bro and I are gonna go par-tay in Vegas baby!
Hector: Mucho par-tay!
*Crowd pops again.*
Victor: But first, business… Last week, two teams we have already beaten before wrestled in the most boring duos match TPW has seen since the relaunch… I mean, let’s be honest… Thunder and Lightning vs. S&M would have been a lot more entertaining…
Hector: Pero, solo un poquito…
Victor: True… A little bit, little bit…. But equally as boring as the match, The Influence made their “HUGE” return to TPW only to flop big time… and you two locas can claim that the ones we put in their place in the backstage area were “stunt doubles” but the two that got beat in the middle of this ring, were not… You came back, tried to make a big splash but right away you realized that this Duos division isn’t the joke it was during the first run, when everyone bought you two being a half decent team.
Hector: Osea, si nos ganaron una vez.
Victor: Bro, shut up. Last time we saw you in TPW, you lost to us and now that you’re back, you lose again. You know, we may not have much respect for Slater and Bane…
Hector: “Nuesta peor pesadilla”, oooooh…
Victor: Please, my worst nightmare is waking up naked, without my mask, next to Mac Bane’s woman… Eew…
Hector: Mucho eew.
Napier: Okay I have to disagree here, Mac’s wife is amazingly hot. Don’t you agree Mark?
Markson: No comment as I like living.
Victor: But we do have to thank them for putting us, and all of the Thundermaniacs out there out of our misery early and beating those so-called “influencers”..
Hector: Muchas gracias Tristan y Mac!
Victor: Yes, now you two can go back to SnapChat or TikTok or whatever app you crawled out of it and stay there… Because in the new TPW… In the Malvados’ TPW, you simply do not belong.
Hector: Adios locas!
Victor: Oh I have an idea… Amigos, help the Malvados send off The Influence… sing with us… “NA NA NA NA!”
Hector: “NA NA NA NA!”
*They point to the crowd who promptly respond.*
Crowd: HEY HEY HEY! GOOD BYE!
Victor: One more time! “NA NA NA NA!”
Hector: “NA NA NA NA!”
Crowd: HEY HEY HEY! GOOD BYE!
Napier: This is fun! Mark, why aren’t you singing along?!
Markson: We’re supposed to be impartial.
*Just then…*
*The Malvados look towards the entrance, upset their chanting is getting interrupted. They look at Leslie for answers and she shakes her head, not knowing what this is about.The crowd responds with a favorable ovation to see THE Tristan Slater and Mac Bane saunter out to the top of the ramp with smirks on their faces. THE Tristan Slater, microphone in hand raises it to his lips as the music fades away.*
The Tristan Slater: Look at what we have here Mac… it’s the Malvado’s!
*Tristan then sarcastically spouts out.*
The Tristan Slater: We are such HUGE fans of yours! I mean, a team that touts 400 plus days of a title run when the federation has been open half that time is awe-inspiring.
*Sporadic laughter is heard from the crowd as they pick up on the thickly laid sarcasm.*
The Tristan Slater: I’m not going to pretend that it’s not a little insulting you’d rather spend your time dealing with a team that isn’t challenging you for those straps at the Bash, but hey guys, you do you and we’re going to do us because come the Bash Mac Bane and I are going to give TPW the best gift anyone could ever ask for… We’re going to take the stale nature of the tag team division that’s been under YOUR thumbs for what, 400 days, right? I’m not so sure I’d be bragging about that.
Victor: Oh por favor, look bocones… We beat you before, we can easily do it again!
Hector: Simon que si!
The Tristan Slater: Predictable, Mac. What are we, twelve? Ya know what’s funny… We didn’t come here to talk, and since you two clowns are feeling a little froggy… why don’t you jump?
Mac Bane: from the frying pan into the fire. Let's do this!
*The crowd roars as Slater drops the microphone and both he and Mac Bane start walking down the ramp toward the ring. The crowd gets louder and louder the closer they get.*
Markson: Mac and Tristan are men of a few words, they’re here to fight Napier!
Napier: They sure are, but I’m sure the Malvados will hold their ground and meet them head on!
*The Malvados toss the belts to Leslie on the outside and then get ready to fight, but when Mac and Tristan climb up on the apron and step through the ropes the Malvado’s take a powder out to the floor.*
Markson: Meet them head on, huh?
Napier: Uh-I didn’t mean now! At the Pay-Per-View! People gotta pay to see this match!
*Mac and Tristan point at the Malvados and invite them back in the ring but The Malvados aren’t having it and the crowd actually turns on them, booing them as they are walking around the ring and heading back up the ramp. The Malvados pat the belts on their shoulders and do a little shimmy but Mac and Tristan in return point to their waist, saying they’re going to be around their waist soon. Their music plays as they raise their arms and the crowd cheers loudly and the scene fades to commercial. *
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and the crowd pops as The Malvado Brothers come out, being led by their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez and their gorgeous manager and translator Leslie Jimenez. They’re wearing matching black masks with golden spirals on them, thorn jeans and tennis shoes and their hot selling t-shirts, currently sold out everywhere t-shirts are sold… *
*But you can join the waiting list… Facts. *
*Leslie and Paco carry a Duos title each over their shoulder, and once all four are together they make their way to the ring. *
Markson: Here come the Duos champions Napy-baby, what do you think they have in mind?
Napier: Okay first of all, never call me that again… Ever… Second, I’m sure it’s something good… The Malvados are, at the very least, great entertainers…
*Once at ringside, Paco hands his title to Victor, then walks around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. Leslie hands the other belt to Hector and goes to sit at ringside, clearly, she’s letting the boys do all the talking tonight. Once inside, each brother goes to a corner, jumping onto the second turnbuckle, raising their titles and the crowd pops big again. Once they have gotten their fill of cheers, they hop down and Leslie hands them each a microphone. As the music dies down, the brother who knows English, speaks… Don’t ask us which one it is, it changes from show to show… Let’s say it’s Hector…*
Hector: ¡¿Qué pasa Las Vegas, Nevada?!
*Cheap pop.*
Victor: This is the first time my brother and I have come to Sin City, our papa, he refused to let us come… A little hypocrite if you ask me…
Hector: Mucho hippo…
Victor: I mean you do manage the “Seven Deadly Sins”, both old and new, come on Papi… You could have let us come sooner…
*Paco just shakes his head at ringside, as he drinks with a random fan. “kids” he says.*
Napier: How can Paco not bring their boys to Vegas? I mean my daddy brought me here as soon as I turned 13! I lost my virginity here!
Markson: …and that’s probably just one of the reasons why.
Victor: It’s all good Papi, after this little promo, my bro and I are gonna go par-tay in Vegas baby!
Hector: Mucho par-tay!
*Crowd pops again.*
Victor: But first, business… Last week, two teams we have already beaten before wrestled in the most boring duos match TPW has seen since the relaunch… I mean, let’s be honest… Thunder and Lightning vs. S&M would have been a lot more entertaining…
Hector: Pero, solo un poquito…
Victor: True… A little bit, little bit…. But equally as boring as the match, The Influence made their “HUGE” return to TPW only to flop big time… and you two locas can claim that the ones we put in their place in the backstage area were “stunt doubles” but the two that got beat in the middle of this ring, were not… You came back, tried to make a big splash but right away you realized that this Duos division isn’t the joke it was during the first run, when everyone bought you two being a half decent team.
Hector: Osea, si nos ganaron una vez.
Victor: Bro, shut up. Last time we saw you in TPW, you lost to us and now that you’re back, you lose again. You know, we may not have much respect for Slater and Bane…
Hector: “Nuesta peor pesadilla”, oooooh…
Victor: Please, my worst nightmare is waking up naked, without my mask, next to Mac Bane’s woman… Eew…
Hector: Mucho eew.
Napier: Okay I have to disagree here, Mac’s wife is amazingly hot. Don’t you agree Mark?
Markson: No comment as I like living.
Victor: But we do have to thank them for putting us, and all of the Thundermaniacs out there out of our misery early and beating those so-called “influencers”..
Hector: Muchas gracias Tristan y Mac!
Victor: Yes, now you two can go back to SnapChat or TikTok or whatever app you crawled out of it and stay there… Because in the new TPW… In the Malvados’ TPW, you simply do not belong.
Hector: Adios locas!
Victor: Oh I have an idea… Amigos, help the Malvados send off The Influence… sing with us… “NA NA NA NA!”
Hector: “NA NA NA NA!”
*They point to the crowd who promptly respond.*
Crowd: HEY HEY HEY! GOOD BYE!
Victor: One more time! “NA NA NA NA!”
Hector: “NA NA NA NA!”
Crowd: HEY HEY HEY! GOOD BYE!
Napier: This is fun! Mark, why aren’t you singing along?!
Markson: We’re supposed to be impartial.
*Just then…*
*The Malvados look towards the entrance, upset their chanting is getting interrupted. They look at Leslie for answers and she shakes her head, not knowing what this is about.The crowd responds with a favorable ovation to see THE Tristan Slater and Mac Bane saunter out to the top of the ramp with smirks on their faces. THE Tristan Slater, microphone in hand raises it to his lips as the music fades away.*
The Tristan Slater: Look at what we have here Mac… it’s the Malvado’s!
*Tristan then sarcastically spouts out.*
The Tristan Slater: We are such HUGE fans of yours! I mean, a team that touts 400 plus days of a title run when the federation has been open half that time is awe-inspiring.
*Sporadic laughter is heard from the crowd as they pick up on the thickly laid sarcasm.*
The Tristan Slater: I’m not going to pretend that it’s not a little insulting you’d rather spend your time dealing with a team that isn’t challenging you for those straps at the Bash, but hey guys, you do you and we’re going to do us because come the Bash Mac Bane and I are going to give TPW the best gift anyone could ever ask for… We’re going to take the stale nature of the tag team division that’s been under YOUR thumbs for what, 400 days, right? I’m not so sure I’d be bragging about that.
Victor: Oh por favor, look bocones… We beat you before, we can easily do it again!
Hector: Simon que si!
The Tristan Slater: Predictable, Mac. What are we, twelve? Ya know what’s funny… We didn’t come here to talk, and since you two clowns are feeling a little froggy… why don’t you jump?
Mac Bane: from the frying pan into the fire. Let's do this!
*The crowd roars as Slater drops the microphone and both he and Mac Bane start walking down the ramp toward the ring. The crowd gets louder and louder the closer they get.*
Markson: Mac and Tristan are men of a few words, they’re here to fight Napier!
Napier: They sure are, but I’m sure the Malvados will hold their ground and meet them head on!
*The Malvados toss the belts to Leslie on the outside and then get ready to fight, but when Mac and Tristan climb up on the apron and step through the ropes the Malvado’s take a powder out to the floor.*
Markson: Meet them head on, huh?
Napier: Uh-I didn’t mean now! At the Pay-Per-View! People gotta pay to see this match!
*Mac and Tristan point at the Malvados and invite them back in the ring but The Malvados aren’t having it and the crowd actually turns on them, booing them as they are walking around the ring and heading back up the ramp. The Malvados pat the belts on their shoulders and do a little shimmy but Mac and Tristan in return point to their waist, saying they’re going to be around their waist soon. Their music plays as they raise their arms and the crowd cheers loudly and the scene fades to commercial. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to the ring where Steve Cotton stands ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is YOUR MAIN EVENT, FOR THE PRESTIGE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 178 lbs. He is the distinguished gentleman…. CJ O’DONNELL!!!
Steve Cotton: The following contest is YOUR MAIN EVENT, FOR THE PRESTIGE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 178 lbs. He is the distinguished gentleman…. CJ O’DONNELL!!!
*The fans begin booing as “Kings Never Die” by Eminem begins to play over the PA. CJ appears at the top of the entrance ramp with Tony The Spider under the TLS mask. The fans are booing like crazy as CJ heads to the ring ready for his big match. TLS holds the ropes open for CJ as he gets into the ring and poses before his match. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Charleston, South Carolina, and weighing in at 330 lbs. He is the reigning Prestige champion, this is… AARON WARTHOG!!!
*"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!" Hank Williams Jr starts the intro as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, jutting out his chin on the stage and facing the audience. He starts down to the ring, pounding on his stomach along the way, ready for another brawl. TLS stands in front of the entranceway pointing at Warthog and yelling. Warthog takes off running down the entrance way and TLS begins running toward Warthog and meets him with the Stampede (Spear/Tackle), taking TLS out.
Warthog stands up, and as he does sees CJ flying through the ropes with a suicide dive. Warthog catches CJ though, and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Warthog throws CJ up into the air and lets him come crashing down chest first onto the security railing. The crowd goes crazy as Warthog takes the Prestige championship off and hands it to Referee Villano 16 who has come out to order action back into the ring. As Villano 16 takes the belt he signals for the bell. Warthog grabs CJ and rolls him into the ring before following in. *
Markon: Aaron Warthog is wasting no time here tonight.
Napier: Aaron Warthog is a charter, there is nothing prestigious about him. Attacking TLS unprovoked, and then attacking CJ O’Donnell when CJ is trying to check on his fallen friend.
Markson: Are you watching the same match as me?
Napier: Unfortunately.
*Warthog moves into the corner where CJ has fled, as Warthog goes to grab CJ, CJ sticks a thumb in his eye. Warthog staggers back holding his eyes, and CJ pulls himself to his feet. CJ charges at Warthog, but Warthog catches CJ. Warthog lifts CJ over head, holding him for a moment, and then dropping him with a Gorilla Press. CJ rolls around the mat in pain, buy Warthog doesn't stop, as he hits the ropes and comes back with a big elbow drop.
Warthog goes for a pin.
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CJ kicks out and immediately rolls out of the ring. CJ begins complaining about Warthog using his girth, but the ref waves him off and threatens to count him out. Annoyed, Warthog rolls out of the ring and begins chasing after CJ. *
Markson; CJ O’Donnell is running for his life.
Napier: Even Lions run when Wildebeest are stampeding.
*CJ rolls into the ring and is quick to his feet. Warthog goes to slide in, and CJ attempts to cut him off with an elbow drop, but Warthog sees it coming. Warthog stops short and quickly slides back, causing CJ to hit nothing but the mat with his elbow drop.
Warthog slides in as CJ staggers up and around into a scoop slam from Warthog. CJ slides off the back of Warthog lands on his feet, and chop blocks the knee of Warthog. Warthog falls to a knee, and CJ charges into the ropes coming back at Warthog, but Warthog explodes off his knee, catching CJ in a big overhead throw from a single leg. CJ staggers up to his feet, where Warthog grabs him and whips him into the corner. Warthog follows up, charging into the corner with a big Belly Splash in Corner onto CJ. *
Markson: Aaron Warthog just squashed CJ O’Donnell in the corner. I think the ring moved from that impact.
Napier: It should be illegal for Aaron Warthog to use his size like that.
Markson: What? Why?
Napier: It’s basically like a handicapped match.
Markson: Would you say that if he was tall instead of heavy?
Warthog stands up, and as he does sees CJ flying through the ropes with a suicide dive. Warthog catches CJ though, and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Warthog throws CJ up into the air and lets him come crashing down chest first onto the security railing. The crowd goes crazy as Warthog takes the Prestige championship off and hands it to Referee Villano 16 who has come out to order action back into the ring. As Villano 16 takes the belt he signals for the bell. Warthog grabs CJ and rolls him into the ring before following in. *
Markon: Aaron Warthog is wasting no time here tonight.
Napier: Aaron Warthog is a charter, there is nothing prestigious about him. Attacking TLS unprovoked, and then attacking CJ O’Donnell when CJ is trying to check on his fallen friend.
Markson: Are you watching the same match as me?
Napier: Unfortunately.
*Warthog moves into the corner where CJ has fled, as Warthog goes to grab CJ, CJ sticks a thumb in his eye. Warthog staggers back holding his eyes, and CJ pulls himself to his feet. CJ charges at Warthog, but Warthog catches CJ. Warthog lifts CJ over head, holding him for a moment, and then dropping him with a Gorilla Press. CJ rolls around the mat in pain, buy Warthog doesn't stop, as he hits the ropes and comes back with a big elbow drop.
Warthog goes for a pin.
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CJ kicks out and immediately rolls out of the ring. CJ begins complaining about Warthog using his girth, but the ref waves him off and threatens to count him out. Annoyed, Warthog rolls out of the ring and begins chasing after CJ. *
Markson; CJ O’Donnell is running for his life.
Napier: Even Lions run when Wildebeest are stampeding.
*CJ rolls into the ring and is quick to his feet. Warthog goes to slide in, and CJ attempts to cut him off with an elbow drop, but Warthog sees it coming. Warthog stops short and quickly slides back, causing CJ to hit nothing but the mat with his elbow drop.
Warthog slides in as CJ staggers up and around into a scoop slam from Warthog. CJ slides off the back of Warthog lands on his feet, and chop blocks the knee of Warthog. Warthog falls to a knee, and CJ charges into the ropes coming back at Warthog, but Warthog explodes off his knee, catching CJ in a big overhead throw from a single leg. CJ staggers up to his feet, where Warthog grabs him and whips him into the corner. Warthog follows up, charging into the corner with a big Belly Splash in Corner onto CJ. *
Markson: Aaron Warthog just squashed CJ O’Donnell in the corner. I think the ring moved from that impact.
Napier: It should be illegal for Aaron Warthog to use his size like that.
Markson: What? Why?
Napier: It’s basically like a handicapped match.
Markson: Would you say that if he was tall instead of heavy?
*Warthog grabs CJ and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Warthog backs into the corner, gets a big head of steam, and takes off across the ring charging at CJ. At the last minute, TLS pulls CJ out of the way and Warthog goes between the top and middle turnbuckle, hitting his shoulder on the ring post. Warthog staggers back out of the corner holding his shoulder, and CJ comes from behind grabbing Warthog’s arm. CJ twists Warthog into a wrist lock and then drops to his butt, slamming Warthog’s arm across his shoulder for a shoulder breaker on Warthog.
Warthog drops to a knee and is clutching his shoulder. CJ spins up, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a running knee strike to the shoulder of Warthog. Warthog falls to the mat, but CJ keeps the assault up as he begins stomping on the shoulder of Warthog. *
Napier: Look at that brilliant strategy of CJ O’Donnell, taking away the power game of Aaron Warthog.
Markson: So, you admit Aarong Warthog is powerful?
Napier: He isn’t powerful enough to press himself away from the dinner table.
*CJ steps back and waits until Warthog starts to get up. As Warthog gets to all fours, CJ chargers in, going for a punt kick to the arm of Warthog, but at the last minute Warthog moves his arm out of the way. CJ’s back is to Warthog, and Warthog pops to his feet and grabs CJ in a full nelson. CJ clasps his hands together and pulls both arms down on the injured arm of Warthog, breaking Warthog’s grip and freeing himself from the hold.
CJ holds onto Warthog’s arm and spins out of the full nelson and begins trying to power Warthog down into a crippler cross-face. Warthog uses his powerful legs and core to keep himself up. Warthog shoves CJ back into the ropes, and as CJ comes back, Warthog goes for a discus lariat, but CJ quickly counters with Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) to the arm of Warthog. Warthog falls down clutching his arm, rolling into the corner in pain. *
Markson: IRISH KNOWLEDGE TO THE ARM!!!
Napier: I think CJ O’Donnell just snapped that big beefy bicep of Aaron Warthog.
*Warthog is backed into the corner with referee Villano 16 checking on him. CJ tries to pull the Ref out of the way, but Villano 16 says he has to check on Warthog. CJ, ignoring the Ref, pulls Villano 16 out of the way and begins stomping the shoulder of Warthog. Referee Villano 16 pulls CJ off of Warthog after the fifth stomp and begins backing him up and threatening to DQ him.
With the Referee distracted, TLS grabs the arm of Warthog and throws it back into the ring post. TLS then grabs the arm again and drops down, pulling the shoulder down onto the bottom rope trying to dislocate it. *
Markson: OH COME ON! This is ridiculous, get TLS, or Tony The Spider, or whoever the heck is under that mask out of here.
Napier: That is just a sound strategy, Mark. If the Cabal has taught you nothing, they should have shown you there is strength in numbers.
*Warthog rolls out of the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself up with his good arm. CJ moves in to continue the attack and as he does Warthog snaps a headbutt into the chest of CJ. CJ staggers back holding his chest and Warthog charges forward, but CJ leaps over him with a standing leapfrog. Warthog hits the opposite ropes and comes back to CJ going for the Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee), but Warthog catches CJ with his good arm and drops CJ down with a slam.
Warthog rolls up holding his shoulder, as CJ staggers to his feet. Warthog charges at CJ as CJ gets up, but CJ side steps with a drop toe hold, dropping Warthog face first into the middle turnbuckle. CJ is up quickly, and charges in following up by kicking the second rope into the Wart ho’s throat. CJ spins around and begins arguing with the Ref, drawing the ref’s attention away from Warthog.
With the Referee distracted, TLS grabs the Pretiege championship from the timekeeper's table. TLS runs over to the ring and slams the belt into the head of Warthog dropping him back into the ring and seemingly out. CJ runs over and makes the pin. *
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Warthog drops to a knee and is clutching his shoulder. CJ spins up, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a running knee strike to the shoulder of Warthog. Warthog falls to the mat, but CJ keeps the assault up as he begins stomping on the shoulder of Warthog. *
Napier: Look at that brilliant strategy of CJ O’Donnell, taking away the power game of Aaron Warthog.
Markson: So, you admit Aarong Warthog is powerful?
Napier: He isn’t powerful enough to press himself away from the dinner table.
*CJ steps back and waits until Warthog starts to get up. As Warthog gets to all fours, CJ chargers in, going for a punt kick to the arm of Warthog, but at the last minute Warthog moves his arm out of the way. CJ’s back is to Warthog, and Warthog pops to his feet and grabs CJ in a full nelson. CJ clasps his hands together and pulls both arms down on the injured arm of Warthog, breaking Warthog’s grip and freeing himself from the hold.
CJ holds onto Warthog’s arm and spins out of the full nelson and begins trying to power Warthog down into a crippler cross-face. Warthog uses his powerful legs and core to keep himself up. Warthog shoves CJ back into the ropes, and as CJ comes back, Warthog goes for a discus lariat, but CJ quickly counters with Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) to the arm of Warthog. Warthog falls down clutching his arm, rolling into the corner in pain. *
Markson: IRISH KNOWLEDGE TO THE ARM!!!
Napier: I think CJ O’Donnell just snapped that big beefy bicep of Aaron Warthog.
*Warthog is backed into the corner with referee Villano 16 checking on him. CJ tries to pull the Ref out of the way, but Villano 16 says he has to check on Warthog. CJ, ignoring the Ref, pulls Villano 16 out of the way and begins stomping the shoulder of Warthog. Referee Villano 16 pulls CJ off of Warthog after the fifth stomp and begins backing him up and threatening to DQ him.
With the Referee distracted, TLS grabs the arm of Warthog and throws it back into the ring post. TLS then grabs the arm again and drops down, pulling the shoulder down onto the bottom rope trying to dislocate it. *
Markson: OH COME ON! This is ridiculous, get TLS, or Tony The Spider, or whoever the heck is under that mask out of here.
Napier: That is just a sound strategy, Mark. If the Cabal has taught you nothing, they should have shown you there is strength in numbers.
*Warthog rolls out of the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself up with his good arm. CJ moves in to continue the attack and as he does Warthog snaps a headbutt into the chest of CJ. CJ staggers back holding his chest and Warthog charges forward, but CJ leaps over him with a standing leapfrog. Warthog hits the opposite ropes and comes back to CJ going for the Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee), but Warthog catches CJ with his good arm and drops CJ down with a slam.
Warthog rolls up holding his shoulder, as CJ staggers to his feet. Warthog charges at CJ as CJ gets up, but CJ side steps with a drop toe hold, dropping Warthog face first into the middle turnbuckle. CJ is up quickly, and charges in following up by kicking the second rope into the Wart ho’s throat. CJ spins around and begins arguing with the Ref, drawing the ref’s attention away from Warthog.
With the Referee distracted, TLS grabs the Pretiege championship from the timekeeper's table. TLS runs over to the ring and slams the belt into the head of Warthog dropping him back into the ring and seemingly out. CJ runs over and makes the pin. *
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Markson: AARON WARTHOG GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Napier: How does Aaron Warthog have enough energy and strength to lift that big ham hock of his up that high?
*CJ gets up arguing with the referee, but Villano 16 keeps pointing at the ropes. While CJ is arguing with the ref, Warthog starts to stir, grabbing the ropes with his good arm and pulling himself up. As Warthog gets to his knee CJ moves in and kicks Warthog, but Warthog just starts shaking his head and continues climbing to his feet. CJ slams a forearm across the back of Warthog, but Warthog just pulls himself to his feet with the ropes and the crowd begins to roar with cheers.
CJ slams a forearm into the back of Warthog, and Warthog responds by marching around the ring. CJ fires a double ax handle blow across the back of Warthog, causing Warthog to spin around and point his finger at CJ. CJ freaks out for a second but then throws a haymaker. Warthog blocks it with his good arm and then slips a jab to the jaw of CJ. CJ staggers as Warthog hits two more jabs, then does a little dance and follows up with a big Dusty Elbow Shot that drops CJ. *
Napier: WHAT IS HAPPENING!!?!
Markson: AARON WARTHOG HAS JUST THUNDERED UP BAY BAY!!!
*CJ gets up to a seated position and is clearly dazed. Warthog hit the ropes and comes back hitting a cross-body block on CJ, smashing CJ to the mat. Warthog rolls up to his feet, takes two steps, and drops a big leg on CJ. Warthog gets up again and begins marching around the ring, pumping his good arm as the fans roar with cheers.
Warthog squats down in the corner and waits as CJ gets to his feet. As soon as CJ gets up Warthog begins running with the Stampede (Spear/Tackle). Warthog nails CJ, almost cutting him in half, but Warthog used his bad shoulder out of habit, causing Warthog to roll on the mat in great pain. Both men are down and referee Villano 16 has no choice but to start his count. *
Napier: WHAT AN IDIOT! Aaron Warthog used his injured shoulder and took himself out of the action.
Markson: Aaron Warthog did what he always does, he acted out of instinct.
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Markson: AARON WARTHOG GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Napier: How does Aaron Warthog have enough energy and strength to lift that big ham hock of his up that high?
*CJ gets up arguing with the referee, but Villano 16 keeps pointing at the ropes. While CJ is arguing with the ref, Warthog starts to stir, grabbing the ropes with his good arm and pulling himself up. As Warthog gets to his knee CJ moves in and kicks Warthog, but Warthog just starts shaking his head and continues climbing to his feet. CJ slams a forearm across the back of Warthog, but Warthog just pulls himself to his feet with the ropes and the crowd begins to roar with cheers.
CJ slams a forearm into the back of Warthog, and Warthog responds by marching around the ring. CJ fires a double ax handle blow across the back of Warthog, causing Warthog to spin around and point his finger at CJ. CJ freaks out for a second but then throws a haymaker. Warthog blocks it with his good arm and then slips a jab to the jaw of CJ. CJ staggers as Warthog hits two more jabs, then does a little dance and follows up with a big Dusty Elbow Shot that drops CJ. *
Napier: WHAT IS HAPPENING!!?!
Markson: AARON WARTHOG HAS JUST THUNDERED UP BAY BAY!!!
*CJ gets up to a seated position and is clearly dazed. Warthog hit the ropes and comes back hitting a cross-body block on CJ, smashing CJ to the mat. Warthog rolls up to his feet, takes two steps, and drops a big leg on CJ. Warthog gets up again and begins marching around the ring, pumping his good arm as the fans roar with cheers.
Warthog squats down in the corner and waits as CJ gets to his feet. As soon as CJ gets up Warthog begins running with the Stampede (Spear/Tackle). Warthog nails CJ, almost cutting him in half, but Warthog used his bad shoulder out of habit, causing Warthog to roll on the mat in great pain. Both men are down and referee Villano 16 has no choice but to start his count. *
Napier: WHAT AN IDIOT! Aaron Warthog used his injured shoulder and took himself out of the action.
Markson: Aaron Warthog did what he always does, he acted out of instinct.
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*CJ rolls up to all fours and looks across the ring to see Warthog getting to his knees. CJ pushes himself to his knees and grabs the referee. With Villano 16 distracted again, TLS once again grabs the Prestige championship, and this time slams it into the injured shoulder of Warthog. Warthog rolls on the mat holding his arm but comes up to his knees in the corner. As Warthog gets to his knees, CJ runs in with a big knee strike to the shoulder of Warthog.
CJ grabs the bad arm of Warthog and pulls him up. CJ immediately delivers Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) to the shoulder of Warthog. Warthog falls to his knees, and CJ grabs the arm of Warthog and takes him down into a Fujiwara armbar. *
Markson: THIS ISN’T RIGHT!!!
Napier: Yes it is. It is time for a champion with some PRESTIGE!!!
*Warthog is in great pain but refuses to tap when Referee Villano 16 asks if he gives. Warthog shoves himself up to all fours and comes up to his butt. Warthog reaches over, wrapping his arms around CJ. Warthog powers himself up to his feet, while lifting CJ, and drops CJ with a sidewalk slam. Warthog starts clutching his arms from the impact of the slam, and the strain of lifting CJ.
TLS hops onto the apron, and as he does he draws the attention of both the Ref and Warthog. Villano 16 is ordering TLS down when Warthog shoves Villano 16 out of the way and delivers a big belly bump to TLS sending him flying off the apron into the security railing. The crowd is going crazy as Warthog turns around, but they are silenced as CJ hits another Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) to the shoulder of Warthog. Warthog goes down to the mat and CJ jumps onto him with a disarmer and begins cranking on the shoulder of Warthog. *
Markson: Aaron Warthog has been fighting two men with one arm all night.
Napier: Could be worse, he could be a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
*Warthog tries to crawl toward the ropes, but CJ just sinks his hips lower. CJ forces Warthog’s shoulder to the mat and cranks up higher on the arm. The crowd begins to roar as Memphis Belle comes running down the entrance ramp. Warthog sees here and starts shaking his head “NO”. Warthog begins trying to power himself up, but as he begins to push up, CJ leaps int the air and comes crashing back down onto the shoulder of Warthog, driving him into the mat. CJ begins cranking harder on the arm, causing Memphis to throw in a white towel she was carrying with her. Referee Villano 16 immediately calls for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ANNNNDDDDD NNEEEWWWW PRESTIEGE CHAMPIOOOOONNNNN!!!! CJ O’DONNNNNEEEELLLLLL!!!
*The crowd begins booing like crazy as CJ is handed the Prestige championship and holds it above his head. Memphis gets into the ring and runs to Warthog who is rolled into the corner clutching his shoulder. CJ climbs to the top rope and holds the Prestige championship overhead. *
Markson: What a miscarriage of justice.
Napier: CJ O’Donnell just scored some major momentum heading into the Bohemian Bash.
Markson: He’s gonna need it, but so is everyone else in the Bash. Folks join us live on pay-per-view or closed circuit viewing at select Cinemark locations on July 14th for the Bohemian Bash, and ay the odd be forever in your favor.
*The shot pans to CJ O’Donnell and TLS walking up the entrance way as the shot fades to the credits. *
*CJ rolls up to all fours and looks across the ring to see Warthog getting to his knees. CJ pushes himself to his knees and grabs the referee. With Villano 16 distracted again, TLS once again grabs the Prestige championship, and this time slams it into the injured shoulder of Warthog. Warthog rolls on the mat holding his arm but comes up to his knees in the corner. As Warthog gets to his knees, CJ runs in with a big knee strike to the shoulder of Warthog.
CJ grabs the bad arm of Warthog and pulls him up. CJ immediately delivers Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) to the shoulder of Warthog. Warthog falls to his knees, and CJ grabs the arm of Warthog and takes him down into a Fujiwara armbar. *
Markson: THIS ISN’T RIGHT!!!
Napier: Yes it is. It is time for a champion with some PRESTIGE!!!
*Warthog is in great pain but refuses to tap when Referee Villano 16 asks if he gives. Warthog shoves himself up to all fours and comes up to his butt. Warthog reaches over, wrapping his arms around CJ. Warthog powers himself up to his feet, while lifting CJ, and drops CJ with a sidewalk slam. Warthog starts clutching his arms from the impact of the slam, and the strain of lifting CJ.
TLS hops onto the apron, and as he does he draws the attention of both the Ref and Warthog. Villano 16 is ordering TLS down when Warthog shoves Villano 16 out of the way and delivers a big belly bump to TLS sending him flying off the apron into the security railing. The crowd is going crazy as Warthog turns around, but they are silenced as CJ hits another Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee) to the shoulder of Warthog. Warthog goes down to the mat and CJ jumps onto him with a disarmer and begins cranking on the shoulder of Warthog. *
Markson: Aaron Warthog has been fighting two men with one arm all night.
Napier: Could be worse, he could be a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
*Warthog tries to crawl toward the ropes, but CJ just sinks his hips lower. CJ forces Warthog’s shoulder to the mat and cranks up higher on the arm. The crowd begins to roar as Memphis Belle comes running down the entrance ramp. Warthog sees here and starts shaking his head “NO”. Warthog begins trying to power himself up, but as he begins to push up, CJ leaps int the air and comes crashing back down onto the shoulder of Warthog, driving him into the mat. CJ begins cranking harder on the arm, causing Memphis to throw in a white towel she was carrying with her. Referee Villano 16 immediately calls for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ANNNNDDDDD NNEEEWWWW PRESTIEGE CHAMPIOOOOONNNNN!!!! CJ O’DONNNNNEEEELLLLLL!!!
*The crowd begins booing like crazy as CJ is handed the Prestige championship and holds it above his head. Memphis gets into the ring and runs to Warthog who is rolled into the corner clutching his shoulder. CJ climbs to the top rope and holds the Prestige championship overhead. *
Markson: What a miscarriage of justice.
Napier: CJ O’Donnell just scored some major momentum heading into the Bohemian Bash.
Markson: He’s gonna need it, but so is everyone else in the Bash. Folks join us live on pay-per-view or closed circuit viewing at select Cinemark locations on July 14th for the Bohemian Bash, and ay the odd be forever in your favor.
*The shot pans to CJ O’Donnell and TLS walking up the entrance way as the shot fades to the credits. *