Friday Night Fury 7/28/23
Jul 28, 2023 15:26:27 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Jul 28, 2023 15:26:27 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a shot from the closing moments of The Bohemian Bash. JMont is standing on the apron with a smirk on his face and his arms raised in victory. JMont turns around to see Ava flying at him with a jumping elbow strike. JMont catches Ava and drops her on the apron with a JKO (rko). Ava lays flat on her face as JMont pulls himself up.
JMont bends down, and grabs Ava by the hair with both hands, and tries to roll her off the apron, but she has a leg hooked around the ropes. JMont drops her head and grabs her leg and struggles to untangle it from the rope. As JMont gets Ava’s leg untangled, she comes up with a low blow.
JMont bends down, and grabs Ava by the hair with both hands, and tries to roll her off the apron, but she has a leg hooked around the ropes. JMont drops her head and grabs her leg and struggles to untangle it from the rope. As JMont gets Ava’s leg untangled, she comes up with a low blow.
JMont falls to his knees on the apron holding his crotch. Ava pushes herself up, and backs up to the turnbuckle. Ava shakes the cobwebs free from her head and collects her self. She sees JMont on his knees on the apron and runs at him looking for a big kick to finish him off, As Ava charges JMont pops up going or another JKO. JMont catches Ava’s head, but she grabs the ropes with both arms holding herself up. JMont comes down hitting the edge of the apron and falls off the side to the ground. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE BOHEMIAN BASH…. AVA ARTHUR!!!
Markson: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!?!?!
Napier: *stunned silence*
Markson: NO ONE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS! NO ONE BUT AVA ARTHUR THOUGHT SHE COULD WIN, AND SHE SHOWED HER TRUST INHERSLEF WAS WELL PLACED!!!! CONGRATULATIONS KID, YOU EARNED IT!!!
*Ava collapses to her knees in the middle of the ring, tears rolling down her cheeks in disbelief. Fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky above her, causing her to look up and smile. Ava pushes herself to her feet and raises her arms in the air as the shot focuses on her and slowly fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
Markson: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!?!?!
Napier: *stunned silence*
Markson: NO ONE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS! NO ONE BUT AVA ARTHUR THOUGHT SHE COULD WIN, AND SHE SHOWED HER TRUST INHERSLEF WAS WELL PLACED!!!! CONGRATULATIONS KID, YOU EARNED IT!!!
*Ava collapses to her knees in the middle of the ring, tears rolling down her cheeks in disbelief. Fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky above her, causing her to look up and smile. Ava pushes herself to her feet and raises her arms in the air as the shot focuses on her and slowly fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a look at the live sold-out crowd of over 17,000 people. The camera begins panning around the crowd focusing in on some of the different signs in the audience. *
"CLAIM YOUR FAME EAVAN"
"MAX STONE > 999"
"MAX STONE > 999"
"BETTING ON AVA MADE ME A MILLIONAIRE"
"DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE EL D"
"VENGEANCE FOR LARRY"
"CA$HE = MONEY"
"RICKY GONNA LEARN SOME IRISH KNOWLEDGE"
*The shot moves from the crowd to the commentary desk where we see Mark Markson and Nick "Knows" Napier both looking excited for another episode of Friday Night Fury. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO FRI...
*Markson is cut off as "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play over the PA. The crowd begins booing like crazy as The Cabal steps out to the top of the entranceway. Alexander Marshall stands in the middle of the pack with Your Worst Nightmare and Death to his left, and Vaughn, Page, and El Diablo Blanco to his right. The crowd boos like crazy as the group stands at the top of the ramp.
Marshall smirks and then heads down the ramp as his army follows him, the boos growing louder with each step they take toward the ring. As all the members of The Cabal get to the ring, they are handed several microphones as they enter the ring. The music dies down, but the boos of the crowd refuse to die down.
The Cabal laugh among themselves, even pointing at a few people in the crowd and making jokes about them to each other. This only makes the crowd boo louder. Finally, after some time, Marshall orders the ringside tech to have their microphones turned up to maximum volume. *
Alexander Marshall: As you can see, I have the power to drown you idiots out. Not only can I make my microphone drown you morons out, but I will also have your chants blurred out of the broadcast.
*The crowd begins to boo and then chants of “A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE!” begin to break out. Marshall shakes his head as the other members of The Cabla argue with fans. *
Alexander Marshall: Go ahead and put State Farm Stadium on the list of buildings that will never get a TPW Pay-Per-View.
* “A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE!” chants ring out before the live audience is blurred out on television. Eventually, the chants die down and Marshall continues. *
Alexander Marshall: The sooner you simpletons understand that The Cabal is in control, the sooner I can advance Thunder Pro to new heights. Higher than they have ever been. As a matter of fact, I already know Gladiators Ball will be the biggest event in TPW history because we have already surpassed sixty-thousand pre-sales for tickets. Sixty thousand people all shilling out hundreds of dollars to watch THE International champion Peter Vaughn massacre the luckiest twit in the land Ava Arthur.
*The crowd is no longer being silenced as the crowd begins booing again. Marshall laughs and hands the microphone to Peter Vaughn. *
Peter Vaughn: The world… is right again.
*The crowd doesn’t seem to agree, as they all appear to be extremely displeased with Vaughn holding up the International Championship.*
Peter Vaughn: Terry Marshall’s mistakes have now been erased. Alexander here has taken his brother’s disastrous actions and done the impossible, repairing Thunder Pro Wrestling and once again making it the greatest federation in the world today. When I look at the massive amount of talent I see around me right now…
*Vaughn glances in both directions, smiling at the wrestlers all around him.*
Peter Vaughn: … I see the future of TPW, and it is so bright, we ought to be wearing shades. The Cabal will dominate pro wrestling for years to come, giving all of you fans the matches you crave, even if you won’t admit it to yourselves. Now, as for Ava Arthur…
*There are a few chants for Ava, as the fans loved seeing her win the Bohemian Bash.*
Peter Vaughn: Ava… I do want to say, congratulations. Sure, it could be seen as a fluke, an aberration, or just a lucky occurrence, but you still did it. You knocked J-Mont out on his ass, and you deserve all the credit in the world for that. I do like facing some new blood, and I’m sure you’re going to try to make the most of your surprising victory.
*Vaughn nods to the camera, as if trying to show Ava respect, although there’s a glint in his eyes that makes you think maybe it’s all an act. With Peter Vaughn, it’s always hard to tell.*
Peter Vaughn: I’m afraid the dream ends soon, though, Ava. Once I’ve throttled your expectations and ended the underdog story, you can head back to the tag-team division and try to salvage what you’ve got there. Because the International Championship? It’s staying with me for many years to come. And as for you, Ava… well, the bad times start tonight, don’t they, Chris?
*Vaughn tosses the mic over to Chris Page, who doesn’t look near as pleased as Vaughn & Alexander do.*
CHRIS PAGE: Let’s talk about rewriting history, shall we? The Bash went off without a hitch for Peter Vaughn, but not so much for yours truly when it comes to The Bash itself. I was robbed by Zolton much like I was robbed by Larry Tact, and much like Mac Bane and Tristan Slater were robbed by the Malvados. We could stand here and whine about it, but when you STILL hold all the power…
*Chris points over to the International Title in Peter’s possession.*
CHRIS PAGE: … there is nothing to fight about. Zolton, I’m not done with you by a long shot. Anytime you feel like showing up I’ll be right there to cram my fist so far down your throat you’ll be tasting the dirt under my fingernails for months!
*Chris listens to the boos from the crowd before he pivots his dialog.*
CHRIS PAGE: But that has nothing to do with tonight because tonight The Cabal is going to go ahead and seal the next successful title defense of Peter Vaughn when I mop the floor with our Bohemian Bash Winner, and officially introduce her to what is in store for her should she continue this facade of being a worthy opponent for the International Title while in the process securing the stipulation for one of our Cabal leaders.
*The boos ring out louder.*
CHRIS PAGE: Ava, I hope you’ve basked in that glory, I hope you’ve painted the towns red, I hope that you’ve gotten all the pats on the backs, all the atta girls from your peers because all of that officially ENDS tonight; you are stepping through these ropes with the ONE guy that can care less about you and your well-being. My marching orders are to publicly execute you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
*Page runs the mic across his throat, then hands it over to his side, where Mac Bane picks it up. He doesn’t even wait for the boos of the crowd to quiet down, as he’s got his own business to take care of.*
Mac Bane: Max Stone, you’ve had a lot to say recently, haven’t ya? You weren’t relevant in IIW so they wouldn’t book you against me, isn’t that right? That’s what you want, a match with this guy. Gladiator’s Ball is the perfect setting, we’ll find out if you are truly a warrior or just a whiny bitch! The devil’s in the details though isn’t it?
Speaking of Devils, El Diablo Blanco, you’re still my hero.
*The boos from the crowd continue to be as deafening as ever as El D raises his microphone to his mouth. He’s unable to get a word in as the crowd berate him. El Diablo Blanco lowers his microphone and inaudibly says something to the rest of The Cabal with a smile on his face. The smile disappears as he thrusts the microphone back up towards his mouth.*
El Diablo Blanco: Alright, Brothers and Sisters, listen up! I got something real important to say, so shut your traps and lend an ear!
*Some of the crowd is shocked while the rest start throwing trash towards the ring.*
El Diablo Blanco: Every time I step into this squared circle, Brother, Good Ol El D unleashes a storm of fury upon his opponents. Just ask Matt Knox. But let me tell you something, Brother. That's just the beginning! If Knoxy Baby thinks he can come after me, then he better be ready to face the consequences! I've left him lying time and time again, and I'll do it over and over until he gets the message! There ain't no one who can withstand the Relentless Fury of El Diablo Blanco! So, Matt Knox, if you've got the guts to step up to me, then bring it on, Brother! I’m not hiding. I’m right here. Always have been. But be warned, Brother, for once you step to me, there's no turning back! If you think that Stuff Piledriving you onto a chair time and time again is the extent of what I’m capable of then you are sorely mistaken. You’ve yet to step inside my House of Fun, Brother. And I’ve only got one last question for you, Knoxy Baby. Whatcha gonna do, Brother, when The Cabal runs wild on you?!?!
*Tristan Slater steps forward with another mic. *
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Allow me to sum all this up by simply saying this. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you think you’re going to do, or who you think you can bring with you. What you’ve got your eyes locked on IS the premiere talent that makes Thunder Pro Wrestling tick. Each one of us is here for a reason, a purpose… and if one of us is on top, ALL of us are on top. Good luck knocking us off… You’ll need it.
Marshall smirks and then heads down the ramp as his army follows him, the boos growing louder with each step they take toward the ring. As all the members of The Cabal get to the ring, they are handed several microphones as they enter the ring. The music dies down, but the boos of the crowd refuse to die down.
The Cabal laugh among themselves, even pointing at a few people in the crowd and making jokes about them to each other. This only makes the crowd boo louder. Finally, after some time, Marshall orders the ringside tech to have their microphones turned up to maximum volume. *
Alexander Marshall: As you can see, I have the power to drown you idiots out. Not only can I make my microphone drown you morons out, but I will also have your chants blurred out of the broadcast.
*The crowd begins to boo and then chants of “A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE!” begin to break out. Marshall shakes his head as the other members of The Cabla argue with fans. *
Alexander Marshall: Go ahead and put State Farm Stadium on the list of buildings that will never get a TPW Pay-Per-View.
* “A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE! A$$HOLE!” chants ring out before the live audience is blurred out on television. Eventually, the chants die down and Marshall continues. *
Alexander Marshall: The sooner you simpletons understand that The Cabal is in control, the sooner I can advance Thunder Pro to new heights. Higher than they have ever been. As a matter of fact, I already know Gladiators Ball will be the biggest event in TPW history because we have already surpassed sixty-thousand pre-sales for tickets. Sixty thousand people all shilling out hundreds of dollars to watch THE International champion Peter Vaughn massacre the luckiest twit in the land Ava Arthur.
*The crowd is no longer being silenced as the crowd begins booing again. Marshall laughs and hands the microphone to Peter Vaughn. *
Peter Vaughn: The world… is right again.
*The crowd doesn’t seem to agree, as they all appear to be extremely displeased with Vaughn holding up the International Championship.*
Peter Vaughn: Terry Marshall’s mistakes have now been erased. Alexander here has taken his brother’s disastrous actions and done the impossible, repairing Thunder Pro Wrestling and once again making it the greatest federation in the world today. When I look at the massive amount of talent I see around me right now…
*Vaughn glances in both directions, smiling at the wrestlers all around him.*
Peter Vaughn: … I see the future of TPW, and it is so bright, we ought to be wearing shades. The Cabal will dominate pro wrestling for years to come, giving all of you fans the matches you crave, even if you won’t admit it to yourselves. Now, as for Ava Arthur…
*There are a few chants for Ava, as the fans loved seeing her win the Bohemian Bash.*
Peter Vaughn: Ava… I do want to say, congratulations. Sure, it could be seen as a fluke, an aberration, or just a lucky occurrence, but you still did it. You knocked J-Mont out on his ass, and you deserve all the credit in the world for that. I do like facing some new blood, and I’m sure you’re going to try to make the most of your surprising victory.
*Vaughn nods to the camera, as if trying to show Ava respect, although there’s a glint in his eyes that makes you think maybe it’s all an act. With Peter Vaughn, it’s always hard to tell.*
Peter Vaughn: I’m afraid the dream ends soon, though, Ava. Once I’ve throttled your expectations and ended the underdog story, you can head back to the tag-team division and try to salvage what you’ve got there. Because the International Championship? It’s staying with me for many years to come. And as for you, Ava… well, the bad times start tonight, don’t they, Chris?
*Vaughn tosses the mic over to Chris Page, who doesn’t look near as pleased as Vaughn & Alexander do.*
CHRIS PAGE: Let’s talk about rewriting history, shall we? The Bash went off without a hitch for Peter Vaughn, but not so much for yours truly when it comes to The Bash itself. I was robbed by Zolton much like I was robbed by Larry Tact, and much like Mac Bane and Tristan Slater were robbed by the Malvados. We could stand here and whine about it, but when you STILL hold all the power…
*Chris points over to the International Title in Peter’s possession.*
CHRIS PAGE: … there is nothing to fight about. Zolton, I’m not done with you by a long shot. Anytime you feel like showing up I’ll be right there to cram my fist so far down your throat you’ll be tasting the dirt under my fingernails for months!
*Chris listens to the boos from the crowd before he pivots his dialog.*
CHRIS PAGE: But that has nothing to do with tonight because tonight The Cabal is going to go ahead and seal the next successful title defense of Peter Vaughn when I mop the floor with our Bohemian Bash Winner, and officially introduce her to what is in store for her should she continue this facade of being a worthy opponent for the International Title while in the process securing the stipulation for one of our Cabal leaders.
*The boos ring out louder.*
CHRIS PAGE: Ava, I hope you’ve basked in that glory, I hope you’ve painted the towns red, I hope that you’ve gotten all the pats on the backs, all the atta girls from your peers because all of that officially ENDS tonight; you are stepping through these ropes with the ONE guy that can care less about you and your well-being. My marching orders are to publicly execute you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
*Page runs the mic across his throat, then hands it over to his side, where Mac Bane picks it up. He doesn’t even wait for the boos of the crowd to quiet down, as he’s got his own business to take care of.*
Mac Bane: Max Stone, you’ve had a lot to say recently, haven’t ya? You weren’t relevant in IIW so they wouldn’t book you against me, isn’t that right? That’s what you want, a match with this guy. Gladiator’s Ball is the perfect setting, we’ll find out if you are truly a warrior or just a whiny bitch! The devil’s in the details though isn’t it?
Speaking of Devils, El Diablo Blanco, you’re still my hero.
*The boos from the crowd continue to be as deafening as ever as El D raises his microphone to his mouth. He’s unable to get a word in as the crowd berate him. El Diablo Blanco lowers his microphone and inaudibly says something to the rest of The Cabal with a smile on his face. The smile disappears as he thrusts the microphone back up towards his mouth.*
El Diablo Blanco: Alright, Brothers and Sisters, listen up! I got something real important to say, so shut your traps and lend an ear!
*Some of the crowd is shocked while the rest start throwing trash towards the ring.*
El Diablo Blanco: Every time I step into this squared circle, Brother, Good Ol El D unleashes a storm of fury upon his opponents. Just ask Matt Knox. But let me tell you something, Brother. That's just the beginning! If Knoxy Baby thinks he can come after me, then he better be ready to face the consequences! I've left him lying time and time again, and I'll do it over and over until he gets the message! There ain't no one who can withstand the Relentless Fury of El Diablo Blanco! So, Matt Knox, if you've got the guts to step up to me, then bring it on, Brother! I’m not hiding. I’m right here. Always have been. But be warned, Brother, for once you step to me, there's no turning back! If you think that Stuff Piledriving you onto a chair time and time again is the extent of what I’m capable of then you are sorely mistaken. You’ve yet to step inside my House of Fun, Brother. And I’ve only got one last question for you, Knoxy Baby. Whatcha gonna do, Brother, when The Cabal runs wild on you?!?!
*Tristan Slater steps forward with another mic. *
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Allow me to sum all this up by simply saying this. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you think you’re going to do, or who you think you can bring with you. What you’ve got your eyes locked on IS the premiere talent that makes Thunder Pro Wrestling tick. Each one of us is here for a reason, a purpose… and if one of us is on top, ALL of us are on top. Good luck knocking us off… You’ll need it.
*Tristan throws down the mic and "The Stroke" begins playing again as the scene fades to commercial. *
*The shot returns from commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to make the introduction. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing First, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 227lbs, he is “MAGIC” MIKE JOOOOOOOONES!
*All Eyez on Me by: 2Pac starts to play, Jones enters the arena and smiles at the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. “Magic” enters the ring and strikes a pose as his music begins to fade.
2Pac is quickly replaced by the opening riff to 100 Ways to Hate (Remix) by Five Finger Death Punch. The lights dim and thick smoke begins to fill the arena. The strobing lights flash red and yellow as Atlas enters the arena. As he enters, two masked bodies can be seen entering behind him, one female, one male, Atlas removes his mask quickly and begins to march to the ring as Steve Cotton scrambles to finish the introductions before Moore makes contacts with “Magic” Mike*
Steve Cotton: *Scrambling* And his opponent, hailing from Paradise, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs, He is “THE UNWANTED” ATLAS MOOOOOORE!
*As the introduction finishes, Moore enters the ring and continues to march to Jones, the referee is quick to stop him and attempt to back Atlas into a neutral corner.*
Markson: There seems to be something in the eyes of Atlas Moore tonight, whatever these two mystery people have been attempting to tell him, seems to have struck a cord.
Napier: Focused, that’s the only word I can use to describe this man tonight. “Magic” Mike might be in for a long night.
*The bell rings and Moore shoots out of the corner with a lariat, knocking Jones to the canvas. As Jones attempts to return to his feet, Moore grabs him by the ears, lifting Mike to his feet before delivering a gruesome looking forearm to the jaw, dropping “Magic” once more.*
Markson: Devastating, Moore is imposing his will on Mike Jones tonight…this could be a quick night for “The Unwanted.”
Napier: Well, when you enter this business, you don’t get paid by the hour, Moore’s fighting like he’s got a hot date waiting in the limo.
Markson: I don’t think he’s got a date, but there’s definitely a bit more pep in his step tonight.
*Moore stares down at Jones before the male figure in a raspy voice can be heard shouting*
Male: FINISH IT!
*Moore looks over at the figure, confused, suddenly Jones takes advantage with a go-behind and a roll-up*
ONE
Steve Cotton: Introducing First, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 227lbs, he is “MAGIC” MIKE JOOOOOOOONES!
*All Eyez on Me by: 2Pac starts to play, Jones enters the arena and smiles at the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. “Magic” enters the ring and strikes a pose as his music begins to fade.
2Pac is quickly replaced by the opening riff to 100 Ways to Hate (Remix) by Five Finger Death Punch. The lights dim and thick smoke begins to fill the arena. The strobing lights flash red and yellow as Atlas enters the arena. As he enters, two masked bodies can be seen entering behind him, one female, one male, Atlas removes his mask quickly and begins to march to the ring as Steve Cotton scrambles to finish the introductions before Moore makes contacts with “Magic” Mike*
Steve Cotton: *Scrambling* And his opponent, hailing from Paradise, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs, He is “THE UNWANTED” ATLAS MOOOOOORE!
*As the introduction finishes, Moore enters the ring and continues to march to Jones, the referee is quick to stop him and attempt to back Atlas into a neutral corner.*
Markson: There seems to be something in the eyes of Atlas Moore tonight, whatever these two mystery people have been attempting to tell him, seems to have struck a cord.
Napier: Focused, that’s the only word I can use to describe this man tonight. “Magic” Mike might be in for a long night.
*The bell rings and Moore shoots out of the corner with a lariat, knocking Jones to the canvas. As Jones attempts to return to his feet, Moore grabs him by the ears, lifting Mike to his feet before delivering a gruesome looking forearm to the jaw, dropping “Magic” once more.*
Markson: Devastating, Moore is imposing his will on Mike Jones tonight…this could be a quick night for “The Unwanted.”
Napier: Well, when you enter this business, you don’t get paid by the hour, Moore’s fighting like he’s got a hot date waiting in the limo.
Markson: I don’t think he’s got a date, but there’s definitely a bit more pep in his step tonight.
*Moore stares down at Jones before the male figure in a raspy voice can be heard shouting*
Male: FINISH IT!
*Moore looks over at the figure, confused, suddenly Jones takes advantage with a go-behind and a roll-up*
ONE
TWO
THRE-
*Moore kicks out and gets to his feet quickly and delivers a Pump Kick to the face of Mike Jones before grappling around his waist and delivering a Release German Suplex, sending “Magic” flying near the ropes. Atlas follows up by running the ropes and delivering a running face wash that sends Jones out of the ring to the floor. *
Markson: “Magic” almost stole that one but now he’s paying the price for even thinking about beating Moore.
Napier: Whoever that male figure is at ringside is, he nearly cost Atlas the match with that distraction. Hopefully Moore ends this one before Mike Jones can steal this one.
*Moore follows Jones out of the ring and quickly grabs “Magic” into a powerbomb position and delivers it onto the apron.*
Napier: Powerbomb onto the apron! DEAR GOD!
Markson: Mr. Jones might just need an appointment with his chiropractor after that one!
Napier: Atlas Moore might have just paid that chiropractor’s mortgage.
*Moore sits “Magic” onto the apron and delivers another forearm to stagger him, before entering the ring again.*
Napier: Back into the ring, but Moore seems to be looking for something nasty.
*Atlas pulls Jones to his feet and over the top rope, stopping once “Magic” is draped over the top rope. Moore slaps in a front facelock and drops down into a DDT, the C.O.D Connects*
Markson: CONCUSSION ON DELIVERY! Moore might have just made Mike Jones’s 6’1” frame into a 5’7” one!
Napier: I don’t think he’s done yet!
*Moore rolls Mike Jones forward before locking in a Grapevine Dragon Sleeper, locking in the Death Sentence*
Markson: Death Sentence is locked in! This one is over!
*Jones taps quickly but Moore keeps the hold in for an extra few seconds before finally releasing*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, “The Unwanted” Atlas Moore!
Napier: A vicious victory for Moore tonight! He wasn’t being paid by the hour and it shows!
*Moore kicks out and gets to his feet quickly and delivers a Pump Kick to the face of Mike Jones before grappling around his waist and delivering a Release German Suplex, sending “Magic” flying near the ropes. Atlas follows up by running the ropes and delivering a running face wash that sends Jones out of the ring to the floor. *
Markson: “Magic” almost stole that one but now he’s paying the price for even thinking about beating Moore.
Napier: Whoever that male figure is at ringside is, he nearly cost Atlas the match with that distraction. Hopefully Moore ends this one before Mike Jones can steal this one.
*Moore follows Jones out of the ring and quickly grabs “Magic” into a powerbomb position and delivers it onto the apron.*
Napier: Powerbomb onto the apron! DEAR GOD!
Markson: Mr. Jones might just need an appointment with his chiropractor after that one!
Napier: Atlas Moore might have just paid that chiropractor’s mortgage.
*Moore sits “Magic” onto the apron and delivers another forearm to stagger him, before entering the ring again.*
Napier: Back into the ring, but Moore seems to be looking for something nasty.
*Atlas pulls Jones to his feet and over the top rope, stopping once “Magic” is draped over the top rope. Moore slaps in a front facelock and drops down into a DDT, the C.O.D Connects*
Markson: CONCUSSION ON DELIVERY! Moore might have just made Mike Jones’s 6’1” frame into a 5’7” one!
Napier: I don’t think he’s done yet!
*Moore rolls Mike Jones forward before locking in a Grapevine Dragon Sleeper, locking in the Death Sentence*
Markson: Death Sentence is locked in! This one is over!
*Jones taps quickly but Moore keeps the hold in for an extra few seconds before finally releasing*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, “The Unwanted” Atlas Moore!
Napier: A vicious victory for Moore tonight! He wasn’t being paid by the hour and it shows!
*Atlas’s music continues to play as he rolls out of the ring and walks to the back being flanked by the two figures, as the group exits the curtain the camera fades to the backstage area. *
*The shot cuts to the backstage area where TPW backstage reporter Bobby Bones is standing along with Delia Black of the Influence. Delia isn’t her normal over the top self, rather she is wearing an oversized pair of sunglasses while her raven colored hair hasn’t been washed in days and is about as unkempt as anyone has ever seen it. Even Bobby Bones, who has seen some Poop in his days, is taken a bit back by how Delia looks this evening and probably smells.
Without even saying a word, passes him a piece of paper from a stack she has in her hands. Bobby takes a moment to look at it and read, while he does this Delia holds up another one of the fliers showing the viewing audience exactly what’s going on. She begins to speak as well, which causes Bobby to get that microphone in front of her face quickly picking her up mid-sentence. *
Black: …haven’t seen him in nearly a week and this is the longest I have ever gone without talking to or seeing Dundee, so if you have any information on her whereabouts please call the number at the bottom of the flier. A koala just doesn’t get up and walk away, right?
*She holds the flier closer to the TV which shows a really bad black and white photo of a koala bear and the words ‘Missing’ at the bottom. Bobby pulls the image down after a couple of seconds as he wants to continue this interview. *
Bones: I can't help but notice that you’re here by yourself this evening, where is your tag team partner Claudia Frost or even your lawyer Christopher Wrigley? Are they out helping tracking down your missing koala bear?
*Delia shakes her head no, sadly. *
Without even saying a word, passes him a piece of paper from a stack she has in her hands. Bobby takes a moment to look at it and read, while he does this Delia holds up another one of the fliers showing the viewing audience exactly what’s going on. She begins to speak as well, which causes Bobby to get that microphone in front of her face quickly picking her up mid-sentence. *
Black: …haven’t seen him in nearly a week and this is the longest I have ever gone without talking to or seeing Dundee, so if you have any information on her whereabouts please call the number at the bottom of the flier. A koala just doesn’t get up and walk away, right?
*She holds the flier closer to the TV which shows a really bad black and white photo of a koala bear and the words ‘Missing’ at the bottom. Bobby pulls the image down after a couple of seconds as he wants to continue this interview. *
Bones: I can't help but notice that you’re here by yourself this evening, where is your tag team partner Claudia Frost or even your lawyer Christopher Wrigley? Are they out helping tracking down your missing koala bear?
*Delia shakes her head no, sadly. *
Black: No, no. Wrigley said something about having to go find his ability to cuss once again and left, that was about two weeks ago. And I haven’t seen Claudia since she tried to sneak back into the apartment past the FBI to get some shoes out of her bedroom closet. That was last week as well… actually, I don’t remember when that was to be honest. I’ve been living in a van for so long I don’t remember what day it is anymore. Feels like a Tuesday? Is it a Tuesday?
*Bobby is a little confused by all of this, but he’s a professional and he’s going to push through this interview like the professional he is. *
Bones: No, it’s Friday. This is Friday Night Fury. Did you say you were living in a van?
*Delia nods in agreement as she pushes the sunglasses back up snugly over her eyes. There are obvious tear streaks in her make-up down her cheeks as she does this as well. *
Black: We’ve been living… well, I should say I have been living in a van parked outside of our apartment since the FBI informed us that it was under investigation about a month ago. Claudia, her dog Beans, and Dundee were all living inside that van but Claudia and Beans went back into the apartment and that’s the last I’ve heard from them. And at some point I think someone broke into the van and stole the koala bear. It’s been lonely in the van by myself, I find that talking to the floor panels only passes a few hours of the day. On top of all that, we got beat up by Lights Out, both of us got tossed out of the Bohemian rumble match really early on, and I missed catching the Barbie and Oppenheimer movies on opening night.
Bones: Is there anything else?
Black: Yeah, I could really use some clean underwear. I came here tonight to grab a hot shower in the locker room area, and perhaps maybe try to find a place to crash for the night since the van gets really cold and lonely. But mostly, I could really use clean underwear, I’ll take anything at this point. Speaking of which, where are you staying Bobby? Is it warm? Are you a boxer guy or a briefs guy? Really it doesn’t matter, I'll take anything at this point to be honest. What I could use is someone to talk to, I’ve been really lon--
*And Bobby has had enough of that as he pulls the microphone away from a rambling Delia he makes a motion towards some unseen people. Seconds later a couple of TPW security staff show up and wrap a towel around the back of Delia and begin to escort her out of the place. Delia hands them both a flier. She continues to mutter phrases and words as she’s taken off camera. Bobby’s going to wrap this up in a professional manner. *
Bones: Well, it certain seems to be raining poop on Delia Black. Back to you.
*Bobby is a little confused by all of this, but he’s a professional and he’s going to push through this interview like the professional he is. *
Bones: No, it’s Friday. This is Friday Night Fury. Did you say you were living in a van?
*Delia nods in agreement as she pushes the sunglasses back up snugly over her eyes. There are obvious tear streaks in her make-up down her cheeks as she does this as well. *
Black: We’ve been living… well, I should say I have been living in a van parked outside of our apartment since the FBI informed us that it was under investigation about a month ago. Claudia, her dog Beans, and Dundee were all living inside that van but Claudia and Beans went back into the apartment and that’s the last I’ve heard from them. And at some point I think someone broke into the van and stole the koala bear. It’s been lonely in the van by myself, I find that talking to the floor panels only passes a few hours of the day. On top of all that, we got beat up by Lights Out, both of us got tossed out of the Bohemian rumble match really early on, and I missed catching the Barbie and Oppenheimer movies on opening night.
Bones: Is there anything else?
Black: Yeah, I could really use some clean underwear. I came here tonight to grab a hot shower in the locker room area, and perhaps maybe try to find a place to crash for the night since the van gets really cold and lonely. But mostly, I could really use clean underwear, I’ll take anything at this point. Speaking of which, where are you staying Bobby? Is it warm? Are you a boxer guy or a briefs guy? Really it doesn’t matter, I'll take anything at this point to be honest. What I could use is someone to talk to, I’ve been really lon--
*And Bobby has had enough of that as he pulls the microphone away from a rambling Delia he makes a motion towards some unseen people. Seconds later a couple of TPW security staff show up and wrap a towel around the back of Delia and begin to escort her out of the place. Delia hands them both a flier. She continues to mutter phrases and words as she’s taken off camera. Bobby’s going to wrap this up in a professional manner. *
Bones: Well, it certain seems to be raining poop on Delia Black. Back to you.
*The scene fades from Bones shaking his head at Black to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a CLAIM THE FAME QUALIFIER MATCH!
*Crowd pop.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Cape May, New Jersey, and weighing in at 120lbs, this is KHLOE COX!!!
*he 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. *
Steve Cotton: And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Las Vegas, NV, and weighing in at 165ls… THIS IS ROOOSSSEEE!!!
*As LL Cool J song plays over the PA Rose walks out onto the stage. She looks around for a moment before she flexes her arms and smirks for a moment before she throws a couple of punches at the air. Moments later she walks down the ramps throwing some punches as she does this. She then gets in the ring and walks over to a corner to stare at her opponent/opponents in the ring or if she is alone the rampway. *
Markson: This is about as David and Goliath as a match can get here between two women in Thunder Pro.
Napier: Can we see Khloe Cox take on that new guy CRAM? That would be like a flea fighting an elephant.
*As the bell sounds Khloe stands face to chest with Rose and stares up at the much larger opponent. Khloe shoves Rose back, and Rose responds by stepping up and pie facing Khloe to the mat. Khloe rolls up quickly and takes off sprinting at Rose, but Rose catches Khloe with a huge hip toss, almost throwing her completely into the turnbuckles as Khloe lands in the corner. Khloe slowly gets up, but as she does Rose is there running her into the corner with a big shoulder. Rose then hooks Khloe under her arm and comes out with a big veal toss, sending Khloe flying high into the air and across the ring.
Khloe rolls to her knees holding her back, and turns to face Rose. Rose steps forward and does the “most muscular pose”. Khloe scoots back into the corner and stares at the massive woman in front of her. *
Markson: Rose putting her incredible power on display here tonight.
Napier: She is more jacked than half the men on this roster. Well, the men who aren’t part of The Cabal that is.
*Khloe pulls herself to her feet and size up Rose. Khloe lets out a battle cry and charges at Rose again. Rose catches Khloe and lifts her straight overhead with a guerilla press, and goes to slam her down, but Khloe flips through and lands on her feet. Rose is a bit stunned by Khloe’s counter, but Khloe keeps going firing a back kick to the stomach of Rose that bends her over. Khloe follows up with a hard knife edge chop that echoes through the arena.
Rose winces in pain but stands up straight and the pain turns to anger. Khloe looks like she knows that she has screwed up, but goes for a kick to the stomach, but Rose catches it. Khloe counters with an enziguri that rocks Rose. Khloe is quick to her feet and goes for a Mexican Head-Scissors, but Rose spins her through and drops Khloe with a sidewalk slam. *
Markson: You just can’t teach power like Rose has.
Napier: Yeah, but you can chemically enhance it.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
*Rose pulls Khloe up from the mat and whips her into the turnbuckle. Rose charges in with a hard Spear in the corner that crumbles Khloe over. Rose steps back, pulling Khloe out of the corner, and lifts her straight into the air with a Delayed Vertical Suplex. Rose holds Khloe for so long the crowd begins to count.
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Roe releases one arm and flexes her bicep, and then drops Khloe back with the big suplex. Rose rolls over and makes the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Khloe Cox kicked out on instinct there. No way she knew where she was with all the blood having rushed to her head after being held upside down.
Napier: Khloe Cox doesn’t know where she is half the time anyway.
*Rose is obviously frustrated that Khloe kicked out, as Rose stands up and pulls Khloe into position for a powerbomb. Rose goes to lift Khloe, but Khloe grabs Rose’s leg blocking the move. Rose tries to power her free, but Khloe refuses to release her grip on the leg. Rose slams a forearm across the back of Khloe to break her hold. Rose then lifts Khloe up, but Khloe counters, slipping out and dropping Rose with a facebuster.
Khole rolls to her feet as Rose is on all fours. Khloe runs forward, hooking Rose’s head and looking for a tornado DDT, but Rose uses her strength the block the hold and counters into a bear hug. Rose tries transitioning into the EYE OF THE BEHOLDER (bear hug), but Khloe keeps hold of Rose’s head, trying to sink in a guillotine choke. Finally, Rose throws Khlow off of her and into the corner. *
Markson: Sometimes you just have to go beast mode, and that is exactly what Rose just did.
Napier: Oh come on, Khloe Cox is a hundred and nothing pounds. I could toss her around like that.
*Crowd pop.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Cape May, New Jersey, and weighing in at 120lbs, this is KHLOE COX!!!
*he 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. *
Steve Cotton: And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Las Vegas, NV, and weighing in at 165ls… THIS IS ROOOSSSEEE!!!
*As LL Cool J song plays over the PA Rose walks out onto the stage. She looks around for a moment before she flexes her arms and smirks for a moment before she throws a couple of punches at the air. Moments later she walks down the ramps throwing some punches as she does this. She then gets in the ring and walks over to a corner to stare at her opponent/opponents in the ring or if she is alone the rampway. *
Markson: This is about as David and Goliath as a match can get here between two women in Thunder Pro.
Napier: Can we see Khloe Cox take on that new guy CRAM? That would be like a flea fighting an elephant.
*As the bell sounds Khloe stands face to chest with Rose and stares up at the much larger opponent. Khloe shoves Rose back, and Rose responds by stepping up and pie facing Khloe to the mat. Khloe rolls up quickly and takes off sprinting at Rose, but Rose catches Khloe with a huge hip toss, almost throwing her completely into the turnbuckles as Khloe lands in the corner. Khloe slowly gets up, but as she does Rose is there running her into the corner with a big shoulder. Rose then hooks Khloe under her arm and comes out with a big veal toss, sending Khloe flying high into the air and across the ring.
Khloe rolls to her knees holding her back, and turns to face Rose. Rose steps forward and does the “most muscular pose”. Khloe scoots back into the corner and stares at the massive woman in front of her. *
Markson: Rose putting her incredible power on display here tonight.
Napier: She is more jacked than half the men on this roster. Well, the men who aren’t part of The Cabal that is.
*Khloe pulls herself to her feet and size up Rose. Khloe lets out a battle cry and charges at Rose again. Rose catches Khloe and lifts her straight overhead with a guerilla press, and goes to slam her down, but Khloe flips through and lands on her feet. Rose is a bit stunned by Khloe’s counter, but Khloe keeps going firing a back kick to the stomach of Rose that bends her over. Khloe follows up with a hard knife edge chop that echoes through the arena.
Rose winces in pain but stands up straight and the pain turns to anger. Khloe looks like she knows that she has screwed up, but goes for a kick to the stomach, but Rose catches it. Khloe counters with an enziguri that rocks Rose. Khloe is quick to her feet and goes for a Mexican Head-Scissors, but Rose spins her through and drops Khloe with a sidewalk slam. *
Markson: You just can’t teach power like Rose has.
Napier: Yeah, but you can chemically enhance it.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
*Rose pulls Khloe up from the mat and whips her into the turnbuckle. Rose charges in with a hard Spear in the corner that crumbles Khloe over. Rose steps back, pulling Khloe out of the corner, and lifts her straight into the air with a Delayed Vertical Suplex. Rose holds Khloe for so long the crowd begins to count.
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Roe releases one arm and flexes her bicep, and then drops Khloe back with the big suplex. Rose rolls over and makes the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Khloe Cox kicked out on instinct there. No way she knew where she was with all the blood having rushed to her head after being held upside down.
Napier: Khloe Cox doesn’t know where she is half the time anyway.
*Rose is obviously frustrated that Khloe kicked out, as Rose stands up and pulls Khloe into position for a powerbomb. Rose goes to lift Khloe, but Khloe grabs Rose’s leg blocking the move. Rose tries to power her free, but Khloe refuses to release her grip on the leg. Rose slams a forearm across the back of Khloe to break her hold. Rose then lifts Khloe up, but Khloe counters, slipping out and dropping Rose with a facebuster.
Khole rolls to her feet as Rose is on all fours. Khloe runs forward, hooking Rose’s head and looking for a tornado DDT, but Rose uses her strength the block the hold and counters into a bear hug. Rose tries transitioning into the EYE OF THE BEHOLDER (bear hug), but Khloe keeps hold of Rose’s head, trying to sink in a guillotine choke. Finally, Rose throws Khlow off of her and into the corner. *
Markson: Sometimes you just have to go beast mode, and that is exactly what Rose just did.
Napier: Oh come on, Khloe Cox is a hundred and nothing pounds. I could toss her around like that.
Markson: Well why don’t you get in the ring with her?
Napier: I’m retired Mark.
*Rose catches her breath and rubs her throat as Khloe shakes the cobwebs free. Rose changes at Khloe for another Spear in the corner, but Khloe kicks her legs up on the ropes and Rose goes through turnbuckles and hits the post. Khloe rolls down Rose’s back and catches her with a schoolgirl roll-up. *
Napier: I’m retired Mark.
*Rose catches her breath and rubs her throat as Khloe shakes the cobwebs free. Rose changes at Khloe for another Spear in the corner, but Khloe kicks her legs up on the ropes and Rose goes through turnbuckles and hits the post. Khloe rolls down Rose’s back and catches her with a schoolgirl roll-up. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, I THOUGHT ROSE WAS OUT!
Napier: I thought she was too, that Rose is one tough chick.
*Khloe is as shocked as Moarkson that Rose kicked out. Khloe charges off the ropes and comes back as Rose is getting up, and hit a big dropkick that sends Rose falling between the top and middle rope to the apron. Khloe moves quickly, running to the middle turnbuckle and leaping off with a turn-around dropkick that hits Rose and knocks her off the apron and to the outside.
Khloe is up to her feet quickly, feeling a rush of adrenaline and the rush of the crowd cheering. Khloe charges off the ropes across the ring and goes for a summersault dive over the top onto Rose, but Rose catches her in a powerbomb position and uses her strength to block Khloe mid-move. Rose spins around slamming Khloe into the security railing. Rose holds onto Khloe, lifts her up, and powerbombs her down onto the ring apron. Rose releases Khloe and she collapses to the mat. *
Markson: AMAZING POWER!
Napier: Khloe’s back is broken. SPINAL!
*Rose throws Khloe into the ring and follows in after her. Rose makes the cover on Khloe.
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KICKOUT!
Rose is in shock as she looks at Referee Bead who holds up 2 fingers. Rose grabs Khloe by the hair and her up. Rose immediately lifts Khloe onto her shoulders and goes for a running power slam, but Khloe slides off the back of Roses's shoulders and shoves Rose into the ropes. Rose hits the ropes fast, and chest first and as she snaps backward Khloe catches her with a school-girl roll-up. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH MY! Khloe Cox with a quick roll-up there. If Khloe Cox is going to win this match she will have to use her speed to do it.
Napier: Well…. DDDUUUUHHH!!!
*Rose rolls up as she kicks out and Khloe goes for a running knee, but Rose sidesteps. Rose goes for a lariat, but Khloe ducks and catches Rose in a crucifix. Rose holds strong and doesn’t go down. Rose slings Khloe around off of her back and Khloe lands on her feet. Rose fires a hard knee to the stomach of Khloe, doubling Khloe over. Rose snapmares Khloe to her butt.
Rose drops behind Khloe and wraps her legs around her body going for the
TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY (Body Scissors submission hold - Rose uses her powerful legs to crush her opponent's rib cage into tapping.). Khloe begins to fade quickly as Rose’s legs begin to crush her. *
Markson: Khloe Cox won’t last much longer between the powerful legs of Rose.
Napier: THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!
*Khloe grabs the feet of Rose and holds them together and shoves backward, digging her feet into the mat. This drives Rose backward onto her back with Khloe on top. Referee Beard starts the count.
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KICKOUT!
Khloe rolls forward and is trying to get up as Rose gets up quicker. Rose grabs Khloe by the hair and as she does Khloe rises up with a big uppercut that catches Rose right on the jaw and staggers her. Khloe turns and runs into the ropes for extra momentum and comes back with the Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum). Rose hits the mat and Khloe lands right on top of her hooking her leg. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ADVANCING TO THE CLAIM THE FAME MATCH… KHLOEEEEEE COOOOOXXXXX!!!
Markson: Khloe Cox with a huge win.
Napier: Now is she going to be able to claim the fame?
Markson: She will have as good a chance as anyone.
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, I THOUGHT ROSE WAS OUT!
Napier: I thought she was too, that Rose is one tough chick.
*Khloe is as shocked as Moarkson that Rose kicked out. Khloe charges off the ropes and comes back as Rose is getting up, and hit a big dropkick that sends Rose falling between the top and middle rope to the apron. Khloe moves quickly, running to the middle turnbuckle and leaping off with a turn-around dropkick that hits Rose and knocks her off the apron and to the outside.
Khloe is up to her feet quickly, feeling a rush of adrenaline and the rush of the crowd cheering. Khloe charges off the ropes across the ring and goes for a summersault dive over the top onto Rose, but Rose catches her in a powerbomb position and uses her strength to block Khloe mid-move. Rose spins around slamming Khloe into the security railing. Rose holds onto Khloe, lifts her up, and powerbombs her down onto the ring apron. Rose releases Khloe and she collapses to the mat. *
Markson: AMAZING POWER!
Napier: Khloe’s back is broken. SPINAL!
*Rose throws Khloe into the ring and follows in after her. Rose makes the cover on Khloe.
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KICKOUT!
Rose is in shock as she looks at Referee Bead who holds up 2 fingers. Rose grabs Khloe by the hair and her up. Rose immediately lifts Khloe onto her shoulders and goes for a running power slam, but Khloe slides off the back of Roses's shoulders and shoves Rose into the ropes. Rose hits the ropes fast, and chest first and as she snaps backward Khloe catches her with a school-girl roll-up. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH MY! Khloe Cox with a quick roll-up there. If Khloe Cox is going to win this match she will have to use her speed to do it.
Napier: Well…. DDDUUUUHHH!!!
*Rose rolls up as she kicks out and Khloe goes for a running knee, but Rose sidesteps. Rose goes for a lariat, but Khloe ducks and catches Rose in a crucifix. Rose holds strong and doesn’t go down. Rose slings Khloe around off of her back and Khloe lands on her feet. Rose fires a hard knee to the stomach of Khloe, doubling Khloe over. Rose snapmares Khloe to her butt.
Rose drops behind Khloe and wraps her legs around her body going for the
TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY (Body Scissors submission hold - Rose uses her powerful legs to crush her opponent's rib cage into tapping.). Khloe begins to fade quickly as Rose’s legs begin to crush her. *
Markson: Khloe Cox won’t last much longer between the powerful legs of Rose.
Napier: THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!
*Khloe grabs the feet of Rose and holds them together and shoves backward, digging her feet into the mat. This drives Rose backward onto her back with Khloe on top. Referee Beard starts the count.
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KICKOUT!
Khloe rolls forward and is trying to get up as Rose gets up quicker. Rose grabs Khloe by the hair and as she does Khloe rises up with a big uppercut that catches Rose right on the jaw and staggers her. Khloe turns and runs into the ropes for extra momentum and comes back with the Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum). Rose hits the mat and Khloe lands right on top of her hooking her leg. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ADVANCING TO THE CLAIM THE FAME MATCH… KHLOEEEEEE COOOOOXXXXX!!!
Markson: Khloe Cox with a huge win.
Napier: Now is she going to be able to claim the fame?
Markson: She will have as good a chance as anyone.
* As the contestants have left the ring, the lights in the Talking Stick Resort arena dim and the synth drone sound of the quiet part of “Change (In The House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones start to play over the speakers. The TerryTron lights up with black and white footage of a train traveling through a country side and then the shot cuts to MAXWELL MASON STONE stoically sitting inside the train. As he looks into the camera, the loud guitars of the song kick in and Stone emerges from the curtain. *
Markson: And here he is! Max Stone! Well… I have a note here that he’s now going by his full name of Maxwell Mason Stone. But nevertheless…. STONE IS HERE IN THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!!
Napier: Max… Maxwell… 999…. Who cares?! This guy didn't even bother showing his face for months and now that he took off a mask we’re supposed to be all excited?
Markson: From what I understand he didn’t know what he was doing!
Napier: And neither do you!
*Markson lets out a loud sigh as Stone stops on the stage to admire the crowd here tonight. He smiles and waves and then marches down to the ring with a purpose. He enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air and the TPW crowd cheers. Steve Cotton hands Stone the mic and leaves the ring. Stone looks surprised at the warm reaction he’s receiving. *
MMS: Ladies and gentlemen of Thunder Pro Wrestling, it is an honor to officially meet all of you. The name my momma gave me is Maxwell Mason Stone and up until recently I tried to keep that name as simple as possible because I've been a bit of a mess the last… let's say 36 years! You can all attest to my… let's say challenges that I've had keeping it all together recently. When I found out I had a rogue personality taking over me completely against my knowledge I had a little bit of a freak out. How could I lose track of time for days on end completely in the dark of what my body was doing? I'll tell you it's not fun learning that you've been parading around under a mask assuming the identity of 3 repeating numbers.
*The crowd pops at the mention of Stone's former alter ego that the TPW fans have been accustomed to. *
MMS: But there is no more "999." There is no more "Maniac." There is only me: Maxwell Mason Stone and I am here in Thunder Pro Wrestling because I need to compete with some of the best talent this industry has to offer.
*Stone smiles at the cheap pop. *
MMS: Now if you know me, you know that I am always honest with the people who give up their hard earned money to buy a wrestling ticket and I am going to offer you a little serving of honesty right here and right now. When that mask came off and I realized where I was, I almost walked right back through that tunnel and went home because I didn't know what the hell I was doing here. I had thought something had gone horribly wrong but as soon as I gazed upon TPW with my own eyes, I decided at that moment that this was the place for me and I'd be left out in the cold if I wasn't a part of what was going on here.
Napier: Could these pops BE any cheaper?
MMS: Something deep down inside this warped mind of mine brought me to this company and I can only guess as to why but I stand here thankful for it with a massive fire lit under me. If you know who I am then you know what I bring to the table and you also know that I'm going to make every penny you spend worth it. And you should also know that you've seen nothing yet because you're going to see a very different me than you saw back at the other place. What you saw over there was a guy who was constantly starving and forced to nourish himself on scraps. There were some good meals every now and then that fueled my competitive fire but they were few and far between and now I'm looking at a vibrant and strong roster where I can have the fight of a lifetime on any given Friday night. And one of those roster members is a guy from the other place that I've had in my sights on for quite some time but the opportunity for us to fight never came up. I'm talking about the newest member of the Cabal, Mac Bane..
*The crowd boos at that mention. *
MMS: For two weeks now people have been asking me why I attacked Mac Bane at the Bohemian Bash. At first I had that same question myself but it's becoming clearer to me that maybe that guy 999 knew I had to shoot my shot. For so long I've heard about the legend of Mac Bane and how great the guy is in the ring yet all I saw was someone that management over at the other place protected and made sure I would never get near. That shiny belt you had over there was only in your possession because I wasn't allowed to enter the tournament you won it at. That ain't the case here so what do you say, Mac? How about we have ourselves a match and you can prove me wrong and show that you're the legend I've been told you are. Get in this ring with me and shut this naysayer up and make him eat his words.
*Stone looks into the camera and the shot hangs for a few moments. *
MMS: It's a new world for Maxwell Mason Stone. It's a new time for Maxwell Mason Stone and mutation feels oh, so right. I have high hopes for my future here in Thunder Pro Wrestling because I am a COMPETITOR. I am THE DIRECTION THIS BUSINESS IS GOING IN! I am MAXWELL… MASON… STONE!!
*The guitars of Stone’s theme hit and he puts the mic down in the center of the ring and makes his way out of the ringside area. *
Markson: One of the newest TPW acquisitions has spoken and he's challenged Mac Bane to a match!
Napier: Blah blah blah. I liked this idiot better when he was under a mask! He's gotta be extra stupid to come in here and position himself against the Cabal.
Markson: And here he is! Max Stone! Well… I have a note here that he’s now going by his full name of Maxwell Mason Stone. But nevertheless…. STONE IS HERE IN THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!!
Napier: Max… Maxwell… 999…. Who cares?! This guy didn't even bother showing his face for months and now that he took off a mask we’re supposed to be all excited?
Markson: From what I understand he didn’t know what he was doing!
Napier: And neither do you!
*Markson lets out a loud sigh as Stone stops on the stage to admire the crowd here tonight. He smiles and waves and then marches down to the ring with a purpose. He enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air and the TPW crowd cheers. Steve Cotton hands Stone the mic and leaves the ring. Stone looks surprised at the warm reaction he’s receiving. *
MMS: Ladies and gentlemen of Thunder Pro Wrestling, it is an honor to officially meet all of you. The name my momma gave me is Maxwell Mason Stone and up until recently I tried to keep that name as simple as possible because I've been a bit of a mess the last… let's say 36 years! You can all attest to my… let's say challenges that I've had keeping it all together recently. When I found out I had a rogue personality taking over me completely against my knowledge I had a little bit of a freak out. How could I lose track of time for days on end completely in the dark of what my body was doing? I'll tell you it's not fun learning that you've been parading around under a mask assuming the identity of 3 repeating numbers.
*The crowd pops at the mention of Stone's former alter ego that the TPW fans have been accustomed to. *
MMS: But there is no more "999." There is no more "Maniac." There is only me: Maxwell Mason Stone and I am here in Thunder Pro Wrestling because I need to compete with some of the best talent this industry has to offer.
*Stone smiles at the cheap pop. *
MMS: Now if you know me, you know that I am always honest with the people who give up their hard earned money to buy a wrestling ticket and I am going to offer you a little serving of honesty right here and right now. When that mask came off and I realized where I was, I almost walked right back through that tunnel and went home because I didn't know what the hell I was doing here. I had thought something had gone horribly wrong but as soon as I gazed upon TPW with my own eyes, I decided at that moment that this was the place for me and I'd be left out in the cold if I wasn't a part of what was going on here.
Napier: Could these pops BE any cheaper?
MMS: Something deep down inside this warped mind of mine brought me to this company and I can only guess as to why but I stand here thankful for it with a massive fire lit under me. If you know who I am then you know what I bring to the table and you also know that I'm going to make every penny you spend worth it. And you should also know that you've seen nothing yet because you're going to see a very different me than you saw back at the other place. What you saw over there was a guy who was constantly starving and forced to nourish himself on scraps. There were some good meals every now and then that fueled my competitive fire but they were few and far between and now I'm looking at a vibrant and strong roster where I can have the fight of a lifetime on any given Friday night. And one of those roster members is a guy from the other place that I've had in my sights on for quite some time but the opportunity for us to fight never came up. I'm talking about the newest member of the Cabal, Mac Bane..
*The crowd boos at that mention. *
MMS: For two weeks now people have been asking me why I attacked Mac Bane at the Bohemian Bash. At first I had that same question myself but it's becoming clearer to me that maybe that guy 999 knew I had to shoot my shot. For so long I've heard about the legend of Mac Bane and how great the guy is in the ring yet all I saw was someone that management over at the other place protected and made sure I would never get near. That shiny belt you had over there was only in your possession because I wasn't allowed to enter the tournament you won it at. That ain't the case here so what do you say, Mac? How about we have ourselves a match and you can prove me wrong and show that you're the legend I've been told you are. Get in this ring with me and shut this naysayer up and make him eat his words.
*Stone looks into the camera and the shot hangs for a few moments. *
MMS: It's a new world for Maxwell Mason Stone. It's a new time for Maxwell Mason Stone and mutation feels oh, so right. I have high hopes for my future here in Thunder Pro Wrestling because I am a COMPETITOR. I am THE DIRECTION THIS BUSINESS IS GOING IN! I am MAXWELL… MASON… STONE!!
*The guitars of Stone’s theme hit and he puts the mic down in the center of the ring and makes his way out of the ringside area. *
Markson: One of the newest TPW acquisitions has spoken and he's challenged Mac Bane to a match!
Napier: Blah blah blah. I liked this idiot better when he was under a mask! He's gotta be extra stupid to come in here and position himself against the Cabal.
Markson: He is much more charismatic now that is for sure. Speaking of charismatic, let's go to a commercial break filled with actors less charismatic than the roster of TPW.
*The shot returns from commercial break to the commentary desk with Markson and Napier. *
Napier: What awful commercials. First one for SWF and then MGP? I don't see how anyone can watch those southern hick nobodies and those little girls slap fighting in the orient. Thank goodness for WGWF keeping us from looking lowbrow when it comes to advertising and affiliations.
Markson: Both companies are loaded with great talent. MGP is home to our current American Champion, and many new stars are looking to be made in SW. Although, MGP and SWF have meme games that are simply atrocious.
Napier: Let's get to the next match and show them what real wrestling is like.
Steve Cotton: The following contest is the second, CLAIM THE FAME QUALIFIER MATCH!
*The crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from New Egypt, NJ and weighing in at 123lbs, this is SKYOBITTY… EAVAN MALONEY!!!
*As 5FDP’s Judgement Day starts, lights flash all over the arena before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney walks out with a bandana over her face, her arms outstretched, demanding to be seen and accepted. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners, arms outstretched again before leaping backwards off the last corner, removing her bandana, and paces around as she awaits her opponent. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT! From Playa del Carmen, Mexico, and weighing in at at 202lbs, this is THE LAST OUTLAW…. ULTIMO FORAJIDOOOO!!!
*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 an 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. Brace yourselves for an unforgettable performance as Ultimo Forajido unleashes his high-flying, awe-inspiring skills within the squared circle! *
Markson: Both contestants here are looking to get onto the winning path here in Thunder Pro.
Napier: Ya know, if Maloney pulls it off here tonight than Khloe Cox wouldn’t be the smallest person in the Claim the Fame match.
*As the bell sounds Eavan and Ultimo begin circling one another. Ultimo moves in first for a lockup, but as he does Eavan hits a low single leg, transitioning into a go-behind waist lock on Ultimo. Ultimo drops his hips, to block a lift attempt by Eavan. Ultimo then cartwheels out of the waist lock, he lands on his feet Eavan charges at him, but Ultimo sidesteps and shoves her in the back of the head into the ropes. As Eavan comes off the ropes Ultimo catches her in an attempt at a tilt-a-whirl maneuver, but Eavan counters the tilt-a-whirl with an arm drag off of Ultimo’s shoulder.
Ultimo bounces off the mat and back to his feet, where he spins and charges at Eavan. Eavan also charges at Ultimo, but she strikes first going low with a dropkick to the knees, sending him into a front flip landing on his back. Eavan hits the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop, but Ultimo rolls out of the way. Eavan sees that he has moved and stops short before dropping the elbow. Ultimo turns around and as he does Eavan nails him with a Running Front Kick that sends Ultimo toppling over the top rope to the outside. *
Markson: Eavan Maloney might not be able to match speed with Ultimo Foradjido, but she sure can wrestle and brawl with him.
Napier: I don’t know if there is anyone faster than Ultimo Forajido in TPW.
*Ultimo is on the outside of the ring collecting himself when Eavan charges across the ring and flies through the ropes with a Suicide Dive. Eavan nails Ultimo in the chest ad face, sending Ultmo crashing backward into the security railing. Ultimo slumps to a seated position as Eavan takes in the cheers of the crazy Phoneix fans.
Eavan turns to see Ultimo still seated, and then runs down the security railing and nails a big face wash kick to the side of Ultimo’s head. Eavan grabs Ultimo by the mask and rolls him onto the apron before hopping onto the apron herself. As Eavan gets to the apron, Ultimo is on all fours. Eavan goes for a running boot, but Ultimo rolls into the ring dodging the kick. Ultimo pops to his feet and hits a quick shoulder tackle that knocks Eavan off the apron where she falls back into the security railing.
Ultimo runs across the ring and hits the ropes for momentum, and charges back. Ultimo jumps to the top rope and then leaps off with a flying body press from the top rope to the outside. As he comes down Eavan moves out of the way and shoves Ultimo while he is in the air, sending him going over the security railing and into the second row. *
Napier: WHOA! Paying for the second row, but getting involved in the action. That’s a big upgrade for those poor folks.
Markson: Poor folks?
Napier: Yeah, if you can’t afford front row tickets than you are a poor bum.
*Eavan rolls into the ring where Refree Wallace has no choice but to begin counting Ultimo out. *
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Markson: EAVAN BREAKS THE COUNT! She just hopped out of the ring and is grabbing Ultimo Forajido.
Napier: What a stupid idiot she is.
Markson: She wants a pinfall, not a count out.
*Ultimo was over the railing and crawling toward the ring when Eavan grabbed him by the mask and rolled him in. Eavan hops onto the apron and then heads toward the top rope. Meanwhile Ultimo is pushing himself to his feet as Eavan heads to the top. Eavan leaps off at Ultimo, but Ultimo catches her in mid-air Extracción Dental (Super Kick).
Eavan falls to her knees and seems to be out. Ultimo hooks her for the Gota de vértigo (brain buster) and lifts her from her knees straight in the air. As Ultimo gets Eavan up, she twists her body and comes down behind Ultimo. Eavan grabs a waist lock on Ultimo and runs him chest-first into the turnbuckles and then pulls Ultmo back before ending him up high with a German suplex. *
Markson: What toughness and strength being shown right there by Eavan Maloney.
Napier: I wonder if she throws Ricky Stanton around like that in the bedroom?
Makrson: NICK!?!?!
Napier: Yeah, what Mark?
*Eavan has gotten to her feet as Ultimo pulls himself up in the corner. As soon as Ultimo gets up Eavan charges in with Sykoball (Kamikaze Cannonball into the Corner), using her whole body to smash Ultimo in the corner. Eavan flips out of the cannonball back onto her feet and grabs Ultimo by the head, then comes charging out of the corner with a Corner Bulldog, dropping Ultimo on his face. Eavan rolls Ultimo over and makes a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Eavan isn’t deterred by Ultimo kicking out. Eavan delivers a sign of disrespect by walking Over her opponent and heading to the corner where she waits as Ultimo starts getting up. As he does Eavan comes out of the corner and goes for the JerZ Makeover (Double Knee facebuster), but Ultimo counters by throwing her up into the air. While in the air though Eavan flips her body around coming down into a hurriconrana on Ultimo. *
Markson: WHAT ATHLETICISM BY EAVAN MALONEY!!!
Napier: It’s easy to be athletic when you’re her size. She’s like Thunder Pro’s Mary Lou Retton.
*Eavan grabs Ultimo by the head and pulls him to his knees. Eavan drives three hard forearm shots to the back of Ultimo’s neck dazing him. Eavan takes a few steps backward and then quickly comes forward with a Henning Neck snap. Ultimo rolls around on the mat holding his neck.
Ultimo rolls around on the mat, as Eavan gets up stalking him like an animal with her prey. As Ultimo begins getting up Eavan closes in hooking a front face lock on Ultimo, setting up for the Gnat Gnat (Impaler DDT), but Ultimo grabs Eavan’s wrist and spins out. Ultimo pulls Eavan in into a headlock and quickly spikes her with a bulldog driver. *
Markson: Back and forth action here between these two future stars.
Napier: Future stars? Uh, neither has been invited to join The Cabal, so I wouldn’t call them future stars.
*Ultimo begins pushing himself to his feet with the Phoenix crowd getting behind him. Ultimo charges to the ropes, springs to the second rope, and comes off backward catching Eavan with a springboard cutter. Ultimo is feeling the adrenaline surge as he pops to his feet and heads right for the top turnbuckle and flies off with the Salpicadura de ciclón (450 splash), but Eavan rolls out of the way.
Ultimo is able to adjust, catching himself with his hands and rolling through head first back up to his knees. Ultimo sees Eavan charging with a clothesline, but Ultimo ducks under catching Eavan’s arm as he does. Ultimo spins Eavan around into a jumping knee strike that has Eavan staggered. Ultimo spins around and runs toward the topes doing a handspring into the ropes coming back for a handspring back elbow, but as he springs back off the ropes Eavan catches him in the Tap Or Die (Dragon Sleeper).
Ultimo tris to fight the sleeper off, but Eavan falls backward and wraps her legs around Ultimos body. Referee Wallace checks Ultimo’s arm and lets it drop.
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, EARNING A SPOT IN THE CLAIM THE FAME MATCH… SKYOBITTY EAAAAVVVAAAAANNNN MAAAALLLLOOOONNNEEEEEYYYYY!!!
Markson: HUGE WIN, for Eavan Maloney here tonight.
*The crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from New Egypt, NJ and weighing in at 123lbs, this is SKYOBITTY… EAVAN MALONEY!!!
*As 5FDP’s Judgement Day starts, lights flash all over the arena before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney walks out with a bandana over her face, her arms outstretched, demanding to be seen and accepted. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners, arms outstretched again before leaping backwards off the last corner, removing her bandana, and paces around as she awaits her opponent. *
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT! From Playa del Carmen, Mexico, and weighing in at at 202lbs, this is THE LAST OUTLAW…. ULTIMO FORAJIDOOOO!!!
*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 an 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. Brace yourselves for an unforgettable performance as Ultimo Forajido unleashes his high-flying, awe-inspiring skills within the squared circle! *
Markson: Both contestants here are looking to get onto the winning path here in Thunder Pro.
Napier: Ya know, if Maloney pulls it off here tonight than Khloe Cox wouldn’t be the smallest person in the Claim the Fame match.
*As the bell sounds Eavan and Ultimo begin circling one another. Ultimo moves in first for a lockup, but as he does Eavan hits a low single leg, transitioning into a go-behind waist lock on Ultimo. Ultimo drops his hips, to block a lift attempt by Eavan. Ultimo then cartwheels out of the waist lock, he lands on his feet Eavan charges at him, but Ultimo sidesteps and shoves her in the back of the head into the ropes. As Eavan comes off the ropes Ultimo catches her in an attempt at a tilt-a-whirl maneuver, but Eavan counters the tilt-a-whirl with an arm drag off of Ultimo’s shoulder.
Ultimo bounces off the mat and back to his feet, where he spins and charges at Eavan. Eavan also charges at Ultimo, but she strikes first going low with a dropkick to the knees, sending him into a front flip landing on his back. Eavan hits the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop, but Ultimo rolls out of the way. Eavan sees that he has moved and stops short before dropping the elbow. Ultimo turns around and as he does Eavan nails him with a Running Front Kick that sends Ultimo toppling over the top rope to the outside. *
Markson: Eavan Maloney might not be able to match speed with Ultimo Foradjido, but she sure can wrestle and brawl with him.
Napier: I don’t know if there is anyone faster than Ultimo Forajido in TPW.
*Ultimo is on the outside of the ring collecting himself when Eavan charges across the ring and flies through the ropes with a Suicide Dive. Eavan nails Ultimo in the chest ad face, sending Ultmo crashing backward into the security railing. Ultimo slumps to a seated position as Eavan takes in the cheers of the crazy Phoneix fans.
Eavan turns to see Ultimo still seated, and then runs down the security railing and nails a big face wash kick to the side of Ultimo’s head. Eavan grabs Ultimo by the mask and rolls him onto the apron before hopping onto the apron herself. As Eavan gets to the apron, Ultimo is on all fours. Eavan goes for a running boot, but Ultimo rolls into the ring dodging the kick. Ultimo pops to his feet and hits a quick shoulder tackle that knocks Eavan off the apron where she falls back into the security railing.
Ultimo runs across the ring and hits the ropes for momentum, and charges back. Ultimo jumps to the top rope and then leaps off with a flying body press from the top rope to the outside. As he comes down Eavan moves out of the way and shoves Ultimo while he is in the air, sending him going over the security railing and into the second row. *
Napier: WHOA! Paying for the second row, but getting involved in the action. That’s a big upgrade for those poor folks.
Markson: Poor folks?
Napier: Yeah, if you can’t afford front row tickets than you are a poor bum.
*Eavan rolls into the ring where Refree Wallace has no choice but to begin counting Ultimo out. *
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Markson: EAVAN BREAKS THE COUNT! She just hopped out of the ring and is grabbing Ultimo Forajido.
Napier: What a stupid idiot she is.
Markson: She wants a pinfall, not a count out.
*Ultimo was over the railing and crawling toward the ring when Eavan grabbed him by the mask and rolled him in. Eavan hops onto the apron and then heads toward the top rope. Meanwhile Ultimo is pushing himself to his feet as Eavan heads to the top. Eavan leaps off at Ultimo, but Ultimo catches her in mid-air Extracción Dental (Super Kick).
Eavan falls to her knees and seems to be out. Ultimo hooks her for the Gota de vértigo (brain buster) and lifts her from her knees straight in the air. As Ultimo gets Eavan up, she twists her body and comes down behind Ultimo. Eavan grabs a waist lock on Ultimo and runs him chest-first into the turnbuckles and then pulls Ultmo back before ending him up high with a German suplex. *
Markson: What toughness and strength being shown right there by Eavan Maloney.
Napier: I wonder if she throws Ricky Stanton around like that in the bedroom?
Makrson: NICK!?!?!
Napier: Yeah, what Mark?
*Eavan has gotten to her feet as Ultimo pulls himself up in the corner. As soon as Ultimo gets up Eavan charges in with Sykoball (Kamikaze Cannonball into the Corner), using her whole body to smash Ultimo in the corner. Eavan flips out of the cannonball back onto her feet and grabs Ultimo by the head, then comes charging out of the corner with a Corner Bulldog, dropping Ultimo on his face. Eavan rolls Ultimo over and makes a pin.
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Eavan isn’t deterred by Ultimo kicking out. Eavan delivers a sign of disrespect by walking Over her opponent and heading to the corner where she waits as Ultimo starts getting up. As he does Eavan comes out of the corner and goes for the JerZ Makeover (Double Knee facebuster), but Ultimo counters by throwing her up into the air. While in the air though Eavan flips her body around coming down into a hurriconrana on Ultimo. *
Markson: WHAT ATHLETICISM BY EAVAN MALONEY!!!
Napier: It’s easy to be athletic when you’re her size. She’s like Thunder Pro’s Mary Lou Retton.
*Eavan grabs Ultimo by the head and pulls him to his knees. Eavan drives three hard forearm shots to the back of Ultimo’s neck dazing him. Eavan takes a few steps backward and then quickly comes forward with a Henning Neck snap. Ultimo rolls around on the mat holding his neck.
Ultimo rolls around on the mat, as Eavan gets up stalking him like an animal with her prey. As Ultimo begins getting up Eavan closes in hooking a front face lock on Ultimo, setting up for the Gnat Gnat (Impaler DDT), but Ultimo grabs Eavan’s wrist and spins out. Ultimo pulls Eavan in into a headlock and quickly spikes her with a bulldog driver. *
Markson: Back and forth action here between these two future stars.
Napier: Future stars? Uh, neither has been invited to join The Cabal, so I wouldn’t call them future stars.
*Ultimo begins pushing himself to his feet with the Phoenix crowd getting behind him. Ultimo charges to the ropes, springs to the second rope, and comes off backward catching Eavan with a springboard cutter. Ultimo is feeling the adrenaline surge as he pops to his feet and heads right for the top turnbuckle and flies off with the Salpicadura de ciclón (450 splash), but Eavan rolls out of the way.
Ultimo is able to adjust, catching himself with his hands and rolling through head first back up to his knees. Ultimo sees Eavan charging with a clothesline, but Ultimo ducks under catching Eavan’s arm as he does. Ultimo spins Eavan around into a jumping knee strike that has Eavan staggered. Ultimo spins around and runs toward the topes doing a handspring into the ropes coming back for a handspring back elbow, but as he springs back off the ropes Eavan catches him in the Tap Or Die (Dragon Sleeper).
Ultimo tris to fight the sleeper off, but Eavan falls backward and wraps her legs around Ultimos body. Referee Wallace checks Ultimo’s arm and lets it drop.
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, EARNING A SPOT IN THE CLAIM THE FAME MATCH… SKYOBITTY EAAAAVVVAAAAANNNN MAAAALLLLOOOONNNEEEEEYYYYY!!!
Markson: HUGE WIN, for Eavan Maloney here tonight.
Napier: Maybe this relationship with Ricky Stanton is rejuvinating her career.
Markson: Maybe the winning formually she found here tonight will work for Ricky Stanton later when he goes after the Prestiege Championship.
Napier: Maybe so, but I'm getting word that we are going to a segment from a man that will definitley have some interest in that Prestige championship match. Let's go to those words right now.
*Balallaloom *
"Marko.."
*Stalking down one of the hallways backstage at the Talking Stick Arena, you immediately see Jason Cashe. He was crouched down a bit with a walkie talkie in his right hand. *
"Polo!"
*A voice crackled through the other end of the Walkie. Cashe paused and listened but heard nothing in the vicinity. Bringing the Walkie Talkie to his mouth, he pushes the button to speak.
Balallaloom *
CASHE: "Riddle, let me have the first clue.. Over."
*Mere seconds pass before the voice on the other end, now known as Riddle, Cyrus Riddle, responds. *
RIDDLE: "The room I am in is dark.. And you don't have to say over."
Balallaloom
CASHE: "You literally just said it! Over."
*The beep that goes off as you push the button to talk was bouncing off the walls backstage as Cashe enters one of the storage docks. A lot of concrete, crates, fenced-in area with equipment that Cashe was not privy on the name or use of. One thing was wrong with the setting though, a clue that Riddle gave. *
Balallaloom
CASHE: "Like how dark? Seven minutes in Heaven or street lights are on but there are a lot of shadows? Over."
*When Riddle responds, you could hear him laughing as his words announced through the walkie. *
RIDDLE: "Seven minutes in Heaven! Hahahahaha!"
Balallaloom
CASHE: "You didn't say over.. Over."
*Again, his voice had laughter to it as it came over the walkie in response. *
RIDDLE: "Don't you have a match to compete in? An important match? Why are we playing playground games right now?"
Balallaloom
CASHE: "Important only in the names listed. Important only in the implications of what it would mean for me to win THAT match in technically my debut.. Bohemian aside, this is my first real step into the company. I'm here, I'm ready and after Tact yaps like a scolded dog about losing at Bohemian, we will get in the ring and see what cards get dealt."
*Leaving the storage dock. Cashe climbs a short flight of stairs and is back in the main halls of the backstage area. Riddle's voice came through with a lot of static so not everything he said was picked up, probably the deadzone of the stairwell. *
RIDDLE: "Yo.. eally.. ink.. o.. can… in?"
CASHE: "What? You're breaking up. Repeat. Over."
*Nodding to some random as he passes them by, Cashe was heading towards the ring area. Towards the Gorilla Position where he would often linger before he was set to go out and compete. He ain't hard to find and is never hiding.. Unless it's his turn to hide in a game of Hide n Seek with Walkie Talkies and.. He stops at some of the Gorilla Position Road Agents and hands them a taser. Covering the Walkie Talkie incase he somehow presses the button. *
CASHE: "Guard this with your life, Bruh! Don't let Riddle have it under any circumstances! You hear?"
*The Road Agent nods but in a hurry from the right comes one of the Security Guards. He looks pleasant. Snatching the taser from the Roadies grasp, he snares a stare at Cashe. *
SECURITY: "This is MINE! Stop stealing Poop or you WILL be reported!"
*Cashe mocks him with mouth movements as he storms away. Snickering as he pulls out a second taser and hands it to the Road Agent. *
CASHE: "Where there is one Rent A Cop, there are usually a few. Always have a backup!"
*Putting it out of sight in a hurry this time. The taser was concealed from view. Cashe turns to face the curtain but spins back towards the Road Agent. *
CASHE: "Remember, Riddle. Cyrus Riddle. Don't let me down! Now run along.."
"Marko.."
*Stalking down one of the hallways backstage at the Talking Stick Arena, you immediately see Jason Cashe. He was crouched down a bit with a walkie talkie in his right hand. *
"Polo!"
*A voice crackled through the other end of the Walkie. Cashe paused and listened but heard nothing in the vicinity. Bringing the Walkie Talkie to his mouth, he pushes the button to speak.
Balallaloom *
CASHE: "Riddle, let me have the first clue.. Over."
*Mere seconds pass before the voice on the other end, now known as Riddle, Cyrus Riddle, responds. *
RIDDLE: "The room I am in is dark.. And you don't have to say over."
Balallaloom
CASHE: "You literally just said it! Over."
*The beep that goes off as you push the button to talk was bouncing off the walls backstage as Cashe enters one of the storage docks. A lot of concrete, crates, fenced-in area with equipment that Cashe was not privy on the name or use of. One thing was wrong with the setting though, a clue that Riddle gave. *
Balallaloom
CASHE: "Like how dark? Seven minutes in Heaven or street lights are on but there are a lot of shadows? Over."
*When Riddle responds, you could hear him laughing as his words announced through the walkie. *
RIDDLE: "Seven minutes in Heaven! Hahahahaha!"
Balallaloom
CASHE: "You didn't say over.. Over."
*Again, his voice had laughter to it as it came over the walkie in response. *
RIDDLE: "Don't you have a match to compete in? An important match? Why are we playing playground games right now?"
Balallaloom
CASHE: "Important only in the names listed. Important only in the implications of what it would mean for me to win THAT match in technically my debut.. Bohemian aside, this is my first real step into the company. I'm here, I'm ready and after Tact yaps like a scolded dog about losing at Bohemian, we will get in the ring and see what cards get dealt."
*Leaving the storage dock. Cashe climbs a short flight of stairs and is back in the main halls of the backstage area. Riddle's voice came through with a lot of static so not everything he said was picked up, probably the deadzone of the stairwell. *
RIDDLE: "Yo.. eally.. ink.. o.. can… in?"
CASHE: "What? You're breaking up. Repeat. Over."
*Nodding to some random as he passes them by, Cashe was heading towards the ring area. Towards the Gorilla Position where he would often linger before he was set to go out and compete. He ain't hard to find and is never hiding.. Unless it's his turn to hide in a game of Hide n Seek with Walkie Talkies and.. He stops at some of the Gorilla Position Road Agents and hands them a taser. Covering the Walkie Talkie incase he somehow presses the button. *
CASHE: "Guard this with your life, Bruh! Don't let Riddle have it under any circumstances! You hear?"
*The Road Agent nods but in a hurry from the right comes one of the Security Guards. He looks pleasant. Snatching the taser from the Roadies grasp, he snares a stare at Cashe. *
SECURITY: "This is MINE! Stop stealing Poop or you WILL be reported!"
*Cashe mocks him with mouth movements as he storms away. Snickering as he pulls out a second taser and hands it to the Road Agent. *
CASHE: "Where there is one Rent A Cop, there are usually a few. Always have a backup!"
*Putting it out of sight in a hurry this time. The taser was concealed from view. Cashe turns to face the curtain but spins back towards the Road Agent. *
CASHE: "Remember, Riddle. Cyrus Riddle. Don't let me down! Now run along.."
*The scene fades from Cashe to Larry Tact who is backstage as well, but in a different part of the arena. *
*El Diablo Blanco is walking down a hall backstage, by himself, which proves to be not a smart idea as coming around the corner are the Duos champions, The Malvado Brothers. Not that he has anything to worry about, they have never crossed paths before. As they are about 50 feet from each other they lock eyes and one of the brothers, let’s say Hector, stops his brother in his tracks. Victor looks at him like he has a mole in his face, which, he might, I mean, we have never seen them unmasked. Anyway, Hector nods in the direction of El D and Victor sees him and his eyes narrow so hard that Stewie Griffin would be proud. EL D pauses, not knowing what to expect next… Victor pats Hector on his shoulder as he approaches El D, since he is the one that speaks English out of the two.*
Hector: Well look at what we have here Victor…
*Gosh darn it, get it wrong every time.*
Hector: It’s el magnifico Diablo Blanco… The goodiest of good guys… Terry Marshall’s hero… Terry Marshall’s hero’s hero! His brother… brother!
Victor: Mucho brother.
They both laugh but El Di is not amused. He just looks at the duo with a confused look..
El Diablo Blanco: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Malvado brothers… What do you brothers want… brother?
Hector: What do we want? Oh we don’t want nothing from you mang… but we heard the rumors… We’ve seen the footage… and we just have one question for you…
El Diablo Blanco: Spit it out, Brother. What’s the question?
Hector: Is it true that you are now… evil?
Victor: Mucho evil?
El D doesn’t respond right away. He eyeballs one brother. Then the other.
El Diablo Blanco: Um, well, I guess that’s one way to look at it. You see, it’s not that simple…
Hector: YES OR NO CABRON?
El Diablo Blanco: Alright, Brother. Yes, I am now evil…
Victor: MUCHO EVIL?!
El Diablo Blanco: SI! SI! MUCHO EVIL!
The brothers look at each other, take a step back and begin discussing amongst themselves… El D looks at the watch he doesn’t have on his wrist and shakes his head in annoyance.
El Diablo Blanco: Listen up, Brothers. Can we move this along por favor?
Victor: Uno momento!
Hector: El Rudo.
El D lets out a frustrating exhale and throws his arms up in the air. The Malvado Brothers discuss some more and then finally come to an agreement. They turn to face El D and get into a fighting stance and El D, expecting this, gets ready for the incoming attack.
Hector: El Diablo Blanco… We only got one thing to say to you senor…
Victor: Bienvenido al imperio!
El Diablo Blanco: Imperio? Empire?
Before El D can react, both brothers hug him like a long lost relative. El D gets an uncomfortable look on his face. Then they speak while still holding him, one on each ear.
Hector: I knew you were always a rudo! I mean it’s in the name… El Diablo! Duh!
Victor: Mucho Duh!
The Malvados let him go, but not before each giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Hector: We are so happy to have you on the team amigo! This is going to be great!
Victor: Si, si… The Evil Empire of the Masked Luchadores just got stronger!
El Diablo Blanco: Um, look brothers… I dig the warm welcome and all, but I’m already in a team…. The Cabal?
Hector: Kabal?
Victor: Like, Combate Mortal?
El Diablo Blanco: Um, no, nothing like that… but yeah, I’m with them… so I can’t really join your evil empire, Brothers….
The brothers appear heartbroken, but then start to play it off.
Hector: Oh.. I see… OH, wait, you thought we wanted you to join OUR Evil Empire? Oh no…
Victor: Mucho no…
Hector: No, we were just welcoming you to the evil side… that’s all… You know, us heels got to stick together… that sort of thing, eh… brother?! HA!
Victor: JA-JA-JA… I no get it?
Hector: Callate pendejo.
El Diablo Blanco: Right… Okay, so we keen right?
Hector: Si, si… of course…. We’re just happy you're evil… that’s all… Yup…
El Diablo Blanco: Okay, well, cool… I’m gonna go that way and I’ll uh, see you brothers later…
Victor: Si, adios Diablito…
El Diablo looks at both nervously, nodding at them and then walking right in between them and heading his way… The Brothers watch him go with longing in their eyes.
Hector: We were too late Victor…
Victor: Mucho late.
Hector: It’s okay… At least he is still evil… and that’s all the matters, right?
Victor: Si.
Hector: Should we go beat up one of the Wrath of the Storm guys?
Victor: Si, me hará sentir mejor.
Hector: Yes, I will feel better too.
*They start to walk off before doi As the camera switches to Larry Tact somewhere near the gurilla position. *
Hector: Well look at what we have here Victor…
*Gosh darn it, get it wrong every time.*
Hector: It’s el magnifico Diablo Blanco… The goodiest of good guys… Terry Marshall’s hero… Terry Marshall’s hero’s hero! His brother… brother!
Victor: Mucho brother.
They both laugh but El Di is not amused. He just looks at the duo with a confused look..
El Diablo Blanco: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Malvado brothers… What do you brothers want… brother?
Hector: What do we want? Oh we don’t want nothing from you mang… but we heard the rumors… We’ve seen the footage… and we just have one question for you…
El Diablo Blanco: Spit it out, Brother. What’s the question?
Hector: Is it true that you are now… evil?
Victor: Mucho evil?
El D doesn’t respond right away. He eyeballs one brother. Then the other.
El Diablo Blanco: Um, well, I guess that’s one way to look at it. You see, it’s not that simple…
Hector: YES OR NO CABRON?
El Diablo Blanco: Alright, Brother. Yes, I am now evil…
Victor: MUCHO EVIL?!
El Diablo Blanco: SI! SI! MUCHO EVIL!
The brothers look at each other, take a step back and begin discussing amongst themselves… El D looks at the watch he doesn’t have on his wrist and shakes his head in annoyance.
El Diablo Blanco: Listen up, Brothers. Can we move this along por favor?
Victor: Uno momento!
Hector: El Rudo.
El D lets out a frustrating exhale and throws his arms up in the air. The Malvado Brothers discuss some more and then finally come to an agreement. They turn to face El D and get into a fighting stance and El D, expecting this, gets ready for the incoming attack.
Hector: El Diablo Blanco… We only got one thing to say to you senor…
Victor: Bienvenido al imperio!
El Diablo Blanco: Imperio? Empire?
Before El D can react, both brothers hug him like a long lost relative. El D gets an uncomfortable look on his face. Then they speak while still holding him, one on each ear.
Hector: I knew you were always a rudo! I mean it’s in the name… El Diablo! Duh!
Victor: Mucho Duh!
The Malvados let him go, but not before each giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Hector: We are so happy to have you on the team amigo! This is going to be great!
Victor: Si, si… The Evil Empire of the Masked Luchadores just got stronger!
El Diablo Blanco: Um, look brothers… I dig the warm welcome and all, but I’m already in a team…. The Cabal?
Hector: Kabal?
Victor: Like, Combate Mortal?
El Diablo Blanco: Um, no, nothing like that… but yeah, I’m with them… so I can’t really join your evil empire, Brothers….
The brothers appear heartbroken, but then start to play it off.
Hector: Oh.. I see… OH, wait, you thought we wanted you to join OUR Evil Empire? Oh no…
Victor: Mucho no…
Hector: No, we were just welcoming you to the evil side… that’s all… You know, us heels got to stick together… that sort of thing, eh… brother?! HA!
Victor: JA-JA-JA… I no get it?
Hector: Callate pendejo.
El Diablo Blanco: Right… Okay, so we keen right?
Hector: Si, si… of course…. We’re just happy you're evil… that’s all… Yup…
El Diablo Blanco: Okay, well, cool… I’m gonna go that way and I’ll uh, see you brothers later…
Victor: Si, adios Diablito…
El Diablo looks at both nervously, nodding at them and then walking right in between them and heading his way… The Brothers watch him go with longing in their eyes.
Hector: We were too late Victor…
Victor: Mucho late.
Hector: It’s okay… At least he is still evil… and that’s all the matters, right?
Victor: Si.
Hector: Should we go beat up one of the Wrath of the Storm guys?
Victor: Si, me hará sentir mejor.
Hector: Yes, I will feel better too.
*They start to walk off before doi As the camera switches to Larry Tact somewhere near the gurilla position. *
*The shot switches to Larry Tact warming up with some bands, getting a last minute set of curls in to warm his arms and pump his biceps. Larry stops, getting the sense that he is being watched. Larry looks over his shoulder but doesn't see anyone. Larry begins to look around the corner behind him when a producer shouts from off camera "LARRY YOU'RE UP!".
Larry turns after taking one last look and heads for the gurrilla position for his big match. *
*As Steve Cotton gets into the ring, you can feel the anticipation from the crowd building. They realize which match is next.*
Steve Cotton: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Fatal Fourway match!
*The crowd pops, excited to see some of the best in the business go at it.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first...
*The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill soundfully brings in the chorus to "Ready or Not". Jason Cashe comes out from the back. Looking around the arena at the live audience. Taking a long drag off an air joint, Cashe howls up into the sky, a few fans howl with him..*
Steve Cotton: Born in Atlanta but branded in Houston.. A truly Troubled One.. THE DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!!
*Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. He steps into a jog, leaping up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Growling into a roar at the live audience! Cashe was ready to scrap.*
Markson: Most people see Jason Cashe as the underdog in this contest, including Cashe himself. And yet, a victory here would instantly propel Cashe into the World Title picture, in my opinion.
Napier: Maybe, Markson, but in a battle of heavyweights, the 6'1" Cashe is going to have to get creative in order to be competitive.
Steve Cotton: Next, making his way to the ring... standing 6'6" and weighing 280 lbs... representing the Cabal... here is Mac Bane!!
*The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack play as the big man makes his way out. By his side is his agent, Kat Jones. The crowd is giving them a mixed reaction from the first sounds of his entrance, but it quickly turns to heavy boos as they move down the ramp.
The crowd only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring.
Finally, they reach the ring steps and make their way into the squared circle.
Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reached a crescendo.*
Napier: Here comes my pick to win this one.
Markson: Why am I not surprised?
Napier: Hey, Mac made a huge move at the Bash by joining the Cabal. He's joined the ruling class here in TPW, and he's going to show why here tonight!
Markson: All I know is, Mac & Tristan's actions at the Bash deeply disappointed a lot of fans who wanted to root for them. Now, he gets to enjoy being one of the most hated in the business.
Napier: Like that matters. The duo is getting paid. Who cares what the fans think?
Steve Cotton: Our third participant... standing 6'6" and weighing 244 lbs... here is Matthew "The Raven" Knox!!
*The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound.*
Markson: Knox is looking to get a powerful win tonight to start pushing himself towards Peter Vaughn and the International Championship.
Napier: I know Knox has had a little success elsewhere...
Markson: A LITTLE??
Napier: Okay, fine, he's been a star in the business. But once El Diablo Blanco is done with him, his star's becoming a black hole.
Steve Cotton: And now, our final entrant... standing 6'6" and weighing 260 lbs... he is a former TPW International Champion... here is Larry Tact!!!
*“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Red and white lights scan the crowd before all the lights cut out. A single crimson spotlight shines down on Larry Tact at the top of the entrance stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him. As he walks, Larry critiques some fans at ringside with petty insults before arriving to the ring. He pulls himself up using the ropes and walks slowly along the apron before wiping his boots and entering the ring as the house light come back on. He stretches using the ropes, smoothes back his hair and bounces from side-to-side, zeroed in on the battle ahead.*
Markson: The world knows that Larry Tact should still be the International Champion.
Napier: How did you come up with THAT, Mark? Tact lost cleanly to Vaughn!
Markson: AFTER he got attacked by Mac & Tristan!
Napier: That's Tact's fault for not having enough back-up out there.
Markson: If Larry wins here tonight, though, it's going to be much harder for Alexander Marshall to deny him that rematch!
Napier: True. But he's not going to win. My pick, Mac Bane, is.
Markson: We'll see, Napier. It's time to get this one started!
*The bell sounds, as the four men all look at each other from their individual corners. There seems to be a lot of nonverbal communication going back and forth, as the heads swivel between opponents. Suddenly, Knox charges forward, with Bane rushing to meet him, the two men brawling!! Cashe immediately darts around them, jumping at Tact with his own shots, with Tact returning them. The brawl immediately gets the crowd roaring, even as Knox & Bane tumble through the ropes and to the outside, still swinging away! Meanwhile, Tact and Cashe are going at each other like long-time rivals, showing that both men know the stakes in this contest and want to get that victory. Bane and Knox, on the other hand, appear to just want to hurt each other, as the wild melee continues!*
Markson: It didn't take long for the Wolf and the Raven to start swinging at each other! Mac still blames Knox for what happened to Amber Bane-Ryan last year, and Knox is always willing to fight Mac wherever they go!
Napier: C'mon, Mac, knock his pretty teeth out!
Markson: You think Knox has pretty teeth?
Napier: I... that's not what I mean!
*On the outside, the fans stay back as Bane crashes into the guardrail, courtesy of a discus elbow shot from Knox. The Raven stays on the attack, hammering away with forearms, trying to take Bane out of this contest. In the ring, meanwhile, Cashe has landed a combination of punches and kicks, staggering Tact. He runs back into the ropes, getting some momentum as he rushes towards the former champion. But Tact shows that he's ready for Cashe's charge, catching his leap on the way back and turning it into a spinning powerslam! The crowd pops, even as Tact makes the first cover in this one...*
*One!*
*Tw- and Cashe quickly kicks out!*
Markson: The former International Champion trying to end this one early!
Napier: That's just cheap, Mac's not even in the ring!
Markson: Cheap? It's a Fatal Fourway, one pin finishes it no matter where the other competitors are!
*As Tact pulls Cashe up, we get a shot from outside, where Knox has noticed the attempt at a pin. He is starting back into the ring, but he gets stopped short, as Bane grabs his trunks, pulling him back into a forearm to the back! Knox staggers, with Bane then wrapping him up to deliver a belly-to-back suplex on the outside!! Knox is down, even as Bane gets himself to his feet, staring down at him. In the ring, Tact has Cashe in the corner, kicking away at him. He takes a second to glance Bane's way, but this is a second too long, as Cashe nails him with the Bell Clap!*
*As Tact staggers back, temporarily deafened, Cashe quickly pulls himself onto the turnbuckle, then leaps off at him, crashing into Tact with a diving cannonball!! Both men fall to the mat, with Cashe landing on top before doing a roll. He gets back up quickly, though, immediately coming back in with an elbow drop onto Tact, followed by the attempted cover!*
*One!*
*Tw- and Mac Bane, having entered the ring, shoves Cashe off, stopping the pin! Cashe gets up, turning and meeting Bane's stare, as the crowd reacts, wanting to see them go at it.*
Markson: Will these two go at it here? The bond between them is pretty strong, even with so much on the line!
Napier: Just hit him, Mac! Knock his lights out!
Markson: They're basically family, Napier, thanks to Amber Bane-Ryan!
Napier: The Cabal's Mac's family now!!
*Bane and Cashe start exchanging words, with Bane saying that this one's important to him, and that he'll kick the hell out of Cashe if needed. Cashe doesn't back down, saying that he's more than willing to knock Bane out to help him see a little clearer. The two men move towards each other... and suddenly, Knox is yanking a surprised Bane into a backslide, while Tact reaches up and pulls Cashe over into a roll up of his own!! The ref counts between them:*
*One!*
*Two!*
*And BOTH men kick out at the same time, keeping this contest going!*
Markson: Wow!! We nearly had a double pin there!
Napier: Knox was holding the tights!!
Markson: No he wasn't! It was a backslide for pity's sake, their arms were locked together!
Napier: ... I still think Knox found a way!
*All four men are back to their feet now, with Knox slugging away on Bane in the corner, while Tact is in control of Cashe on the other side. They both turn and look behind them, nodding, before they both whip their opponents across the ring at each other! But Bane leaps up, while Cashe slides underneath, avoiding the collision! Instead, Bane, still with momentum, crashes into Tact with a running clothesline, while Cashe pops up and leaps, hitting an aggressive crossbody into Knox!*
*With both Knox and Tact slumped over in their respective corners, Bane and Cashe turn to each other once again. On the same page, they run towards each other again, passing inches past each other, as Bane goes for a running boot, while Cashe goes for a left-handed clothesline. But both Knox and Tact twist out of the way, avoiding the shots, and causing the other two to slam into the turnbuckles! Tact then grabs Cashe from behind, taking him over with a German Bridge suplex, hanging on!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*And Knox breaks it up, stopping the pin!*
Napier: Whew!
Markson: It's every man for himself in this one, and Knox had to make that save in case Cashe didn't kick out!
Napier: As long as they break up their pinfalls and leave Mac alone, I'm all for it!
*Knox has brought Tact up now, landing a few punches before locking Tact up for a vertical suplex. He lifts, no, Tact blocks it, then reverses, suplexing Knox over instead! Tact gets up, with Knox rising quickly, only for Tact to pick Knox up and deliver the Tactilizer (Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb)!!! The crowd loses it as Tact makes the cover...*
*One!*
*Two!*
*And Bane is there, stomping on Tact's back! He reaches down, picking Tact up off the canvas, getting Tact in a headlock in preparation for a reverse DDT. But Tact lifts Bane up into the air as well, landing a SECOND Tactilizer!! The crowd pop is even louder for that one, as all the fans were more excited to see Bane take the hit. Tact again drops on top for a pin...*
*One!*
*Two!*
*And this time, a hurting Knox drops on top, breaking it up!*
Markson: Larry Tact is showing that fire that made him an International Champion!
Napier: He was only champ because of Terry Marshall!
Markson: He was champ because he defeated Chris Page!
Napier: You believe what facts you want...
*Tact tries to stay in control, going after Knox with a big swing, but Knox ducks under it, then scores a European uppercut that knocks Tact backwards into the ropes. As Tact returns, Knox twists into a roundhouse kick, sending Tact flying back into the corner! As Tact slumps there, Knox closes in, getting in a few stiff punches before lifting Tact up onto the turnbuckle, positioning him for a superplex.*
*As the two men struggle for position at the top, Bane gets up and comes over, getting into position as well behind Knox in a powerbomb position. Cashe, meanwhile, has slid back into the ring. He takes a step towards the group, then seems to reconsider, staying in the corner and watching as Bane lifts up, forming a Tower of Doom that sends Bane, Knox, and Tact all crashing backwards onto the mat!! The crowd pops, as Cashe just shakes his head with a smile.*
Markson: A huge impact, and all three men are down!
Napier: Wait, what's Cashe doing? That sneaky...
*As Bane and Knox try to recover from the impact of the Tower of Doom, Cashe has taken advantage, rushing over to the downed Tact and applying a Shining Wizard Triangle Choke!! Tact, having taken the worst of the impact, struggles against the hold, as referee Villano 16 circles around, checking to see if Tact is going to submit. Tact can't do much other than to refuse to tap, although his movements are starting to fade as Cashe keeps the hold locked in...*
*Until Bane, the first to recover, kicks Cashe to break up the submission! Bane then picks Cashe up, grabbing him by the back of the head and charging towards the ropes, throwing Cashe over! He turns back to Tact, grabbing at the man's ankle and looking to lock him into the Branded submission! But Cashe held onto the ropes and has come back in, charging from behind Bane and getting a running bulldog! Bane's down, as Cashe quickly rolls him over to try the pin...*
*One!*
*Two!*
*And Bane kicks out in time!*
Napier: My heart can't take much more of this!
Markson: You have a heart?
Napier: Of course I do! I couldn't love the Cabal otherwise!
*With Bane on his knees, trying to recover, Cashe has moved to the corner. He looks at Bane, shaking his head as if not wanting to do what he has to now. But he isn't going to hold back, not in a match like this. He lets out a yell, shouting "THIS IS THUNDAAH!!", with the audience joining in. Cashe then rushes forward, landing the THUNDAAH kick into Bane's chest!! As Bane falls to his back, though, Cashe turns... and is wiped out from a Dead and Lovely leaping inside crescent kick from Knox!! He quickly makes the cover...*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thr- No! Cashe kicks out!*
*Knox pops back up, wasting no time, as he turns to the recovering Bane and comes at him, scoring another Dead and Lovely!! He then covers Bane, trying to hold onto both legs to secure the pin...*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thr-NO!! Tact breaks it up!!*
Markson: The action is so intense! I don't know what it's going to take to keep every guy down long enough for a 3 count!
Napier: We need some handcuffs! Someone send for some cuffs!
Markson: C'mon, Napier, control yourself!
*Tact has taken Knox to the corner now, slamming his head into the turnbuckle multiple times, as the crowd counts along with him. Tact then signals that it might be time for the Starbreaker! He goes to lock Knox up, pulling him towards the center of the ring. But as Tact leans over Knox, Cashe is suddenly rushing in from the side, catching Tact with the Mark of JASON!!! Tact goes down hard, stunned, as Cashe lets out a yell, pumped up... only to then take a running lariat from Bane!!*
*With Cashe down, Bane turns and grabs hold of a recovering Tact, setting him up for the Burn Out! He locks Tact into place... but then Knox is there, stepping in on the other side and getting under Bane's arm. Tact instinctively joins him, and both men suplex Bane over, sending him flying to the other side before his momentum sends him out of the ring! Knox and Tact both get up, seeing Cashe trying to use the ropes to get up. They both charge, hitting a double clothesline to send Cashe out as well. But then Knox quickly grabs Tact from behind, rolling him up!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thre-No! Tact barely manages to escape!*
Markson: Another near fall! What's it going to take??
Napier: *Gasping noises*
Markson: Can I get some oxygen for Napier?
*Knox and Tact get to their feet, with Tact quickly getting a knee into Knox's gut. He sets Knox up for the Humbling (Uranage Suplex), but Knox breaks free, twisting out of it. He lashes out with a big kick, but Tact is able to sidestep it, coming in and scoring with a forearm shot that sends Knox back into the ropes. But Knox comes right back, pushing off the mat hard in order to get some height as he nails Tact with a leaping knee! Tact staggers back into the ropes, stunned, as Knox sets himself up, signaling for Into The Void!! He takes a step...*
*And then Knox is dragged off his feet, falling to the mat, before being pulled outside of the ring!! Knox tries to pull away, turning himself around, only to find himself face-to-face with El Diablo Blanco!!! Before Knox can break free, El D goes to the eyes, raking across and blinding the Raven! He then kicks Knox in the gut, before delivering the Stump Piledriver on the outside!!! The crowd is booing heavily as El D stands over Knox, posing over his fallen body.*
Markson: What the hell is El Diablo Blanco doing out here???
Napier: He's taking care of Cabal business, Markson, just like he's supposed to!
Markson: He just interfered in a great match and the fans hate him for it!
Napier: You think El D cares? He's just shown Knox once again how great he truly is, now that he's not being held back!
*Tact is back to his feet, seeing what's happening outside. He angrily goes to the ropes, yelling out at El Diablo Blanco, not appreciating his 'aid'. El D jaws back at him, standing proudly over Knox, so Tact starts to step through the ropes to go after him. That all changes, though, when Mac Bane returns... kicking the ropes up so that they deliver a low blow to Tact!!! The former champ slumps forward, nearly falling out of the ring due to the pain, as Bane grabs his arm, keeping him inside.*
*He drags the hurting Tact back through the ropes, even as Villano 16 admonishes him. But there's nothing the ref can do, as this Fatal Fourway can only end on a pinfall or submission. Bane, ignoring the ref, lifts the injured Tact up, holding him for a second before delivering the Burn Out!!!! The ring shakes from the impact, even as Bane pulls himself wearily on top of Tact, holding tightly onto both legs. Having no other choice, the ref starts his count...*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Cashe pulls himself into the ring, going for the break... but El D grabs Cashe's ankle from outside, holding him back just long enough....*
*Three!!*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner... MAC BANE!!
Napier: YES!! YES!!! I KNEW IT!!!
Markson: Damn it!! Mac Bane just stole this one, thanks to El Diablo Blanco!!
Napier: All I saw was Mac pinning the former International Champion, Mark! What a victory for Mac Bane!!
Markson: You know full well that Knox had a chance to win this before El D got involved! And Cashe could have broken it up right there!
Napier: But Knox didn't, and neither did Cashe. This one's over, and the Cabal is on top yet again!!
*Bane has his arm reluctantly raised by Villano 16, as he leans on the ropes, showing the fatigue from this contest. He looks extraordinarily pleased with himself, however. On the outside, we can see El Diablo Blanco applauding him, trying to get the fans to cheer for the man. They, of course, only have negative vibes for El D, who brushes them off, refusing to let them bring him down. He raises his arms once again... and then gets speared by Matthew Knox, who takes him to the ground!!! Knox starts slugging away, with El D trying to get in his own shots, as a new brawl breaks out!!*
Napier: Hey! The match is over! This is uncalled for! Someone stop that madman!!
Markson: You're welcome to try if you want, but I doubt anyone wants to get in Knox's way right now!
*Knox continues to brawl with El Diablo Blanco, heading towards the back, as El D fights to get free of him. As those two fight, we return to the ring, where Bane is watching from the ropes. He turns back, only to come face-to-face with Jason Cashe. The two seem to face off for a few seconds, before Cashe gives Bane a snarky "Boo****!" with a smirk, before turning and rolling out of the ring. Bane watches him go, giving a small laugh before celebrating once again. We cut away.*
*The cmmercial break returns to a shot of the ring. There's a quiet moment that hangs over the arena, leading the fans to begin buzzing with anticipation. The camera silently drifts toward the entranceway and lingers there for several long seconds before the instrumental rendition of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a large reaction from the fans in attendance!*
Markson: Do you hear that, Napier? Junko Souma is here!
Napier: Well, I should hope so. She just won the American title, right? A champion should be expected to show up on Friday Night Fury! It shouldn't be some kind of surprise! We're tryin' to sell tickets here, am I right?
Markson: That's right. Two weeks ago at the Bohemian Bash, Junko Souma did the seemingly impossible, something no one thought she could do, and defeated Nova Skye to become the new American champion. After her rivalry with El Diablo Blanco, after her war with Pretty Ricky Stanton, all roads led to the JNK Driver at the Bohemian Bash!
Napier: You know, I heard there were some discussions prior to the match about Nova Skye's future in TPW. Apparently she had some demands but, after the Bohemian Bash, I don't think she has a leg to stand on.
Markson: Will you stop?!
*The curtain parts and Junko Souma steps out onto the stage in a t-shirt and jeans with the TPW American Championship on her shoulder. In her other hand, she's carrying a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. She looks around at the applauding fans and nods confidently before removing the title from her shoulder and holding it high over her head. The cheers become even louder before she finally begins making her way toward the ring.*
Markson: She is the champion who wasn't supposed to be, to hear some people tell it. She came here for the S.E.X. Cup, answering the call of Brooke Blakely for a tag team partner. Barring victory in the tournament, Junko wasn't supposed to continue with us here in TPW. She was supposed to return to Japan full-time but Brooke Blakely took the decision out of her hands when she attacked her following their elimination in the tournament.
Napier: Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before... and then Junko accosted Brooke Blakely at RetroMania, then did it again in Japan for that joshi company nobody cares about--
Markson: -- Miracle Galaxy Pro! Show some respect!
Napier: Respect? Did Junko Souma show respect when she attacked an obviously injured Nova Skye? The woman could barely walk and Junko savagely attacked her and STOLE her championship!
Markson: Well, what do you think should've happened?
Napier: Nova Skye should have been allowed to RESPECTFULLY forfeit the championship! She should've been given mic time! Maybe she could've left Junko lying on the way out and walked away holding hands with Brooke Blakely!
Markson: You're getting a little too inside with this one. This is wrestling! That's not how this works! Literally no sane promoter would allow that to happen. Even Alexander Marshall wouldn't allow that to happen! Well... maybe if it was a member of The Cabal.
*Junko climbs into the ring and stands in the center, taking in her surroundings. The fans continue cheering and applauding. After a few long seconds, she turns and walks to the ropes, calling for a microphone. Steve Cotton hands one over through the ropes and Junko accepts it, returning to the center of the ring. She taps on it a couple times, ensuring it's on before looking out at the fans and speaking.*
Junko Souma: Hello, everyone. Thank you for your support!
*Light applause. She holds up the championship.*
Junko Souma: I... am American now.
*The applause becomes even louder. She lowers the title.*
Junko Souma: This excursion has been very exciting... very successful. I am not even supposed to be standing here today... I was supposed to return to Japan months ago... but thanks to those who have tried to hold me down-- hold me back... I stayed. I still had unfinished business... and now that business is over and I stand here today as your new American champion.
*The fans applaud again.*
Junko Souma: I will do my best to overcome the legacies of the previous champions. I will carve my own path... and I will carry the Thunder Pro Wrestling banner with me wherever I go! Everyone will know that Junko Souma is the champion and that Junko souma wears this red, white, and blue championship with pride.
*The fans cheer.*
Junko Souma: Now... I will not waste your time any further. I know that you are wondering who I will defend this title against at Gladiator's Ball. The answer to that question is unknown--
*Boos rise up from the heart of the arena. She looks around, a smirk on her face.*
Junko Souma: --but, in my hand... I am holding an open contract!
*She holds up the clipboard. Those boos quickly turn to curious anticipation.*
Junko Souma: I have never turned down a challenge in my career... I will not start today. I will face anyone in Thunder Pro Wrestling who is willing to stand across the ring from The Girl Who Brings Rain of Blood!
*She removes a pen from her back pocket.*
Junko Souma: The moment I put my name on this contract, the open challenge is live. Bring me your strongest challengers, Thunder Pro Wrestling. I will resist them with every inch of my body! I will defend this championship with my life!
*She drops the microphone and holds the clipboard in front of her, preparing to sign it.*
Markson: Junko Souma... a fighting champion! I don't think anyone expected her to take this route with the American title right out the gate! There's so many talented performers in the locker room, there's no way to predict who might accept her open contract!
Napier: Is she stupid?! Anyone could accept it! Jason Cashe! Ricky Stanton! Zoltan! There's even a guy on the roster named Snakebite now! Do you know what kind of people call themselves, Snakebite, Markson!? The kind of guys who beat up little Japanese girls and take their titles away! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS! I always took Junko Souma for an idiot... but I never took her for a FRIGGIN' idiot!
*Junko puts the pen to paper but, before she can sign her name... THE LIGHTS GO OUT!*
Markson: Oh boy, did someone forget to pay the electric bill?
Napier: I'm going to hold my wallet just in case this lasts a while.
*What seems like an eternity, is really only like 15 seconds because when the lights come back on, Junko is not in the ring alone. Standing behind her is none other than one of the biggest heels in the industry today.*
J MONT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Markson: Turn around Junko!
Napier: Business is about to pick up!
*Junko, with the open contract in hand that she has yet to sign, has no idea what is about to happen. J Mont, with that sick and sadistic smirk on his face taps her shoulder and as Junko turns around……*
JKO!!!!!!
*Junko is down and out. J Mont standing tall over the new American Champion. As he does his signature pose over the body of Junko, the fans are letting out a loud chorus of boos and profanity. And everyone knows, that fuels J Mont.*
Markson: Where did J Mont come from?
Napier: I guess this man has more connections then we truly know about. He had the lights cut off and now we have a fallen American Champion on the ground.
Markson: I have not been given any indication that J Mont has signed on with Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Napier: Do you realize who you are talking about? This man pretty much has told the world that he does what he wants, when he wants. And he just did what he wanted.
*J Mont picks up the microphone, next to the body of Junko. He is taking in all the boos and nasty words and is asking for more.*
J Mont: Is that all you have? Come on. I have heard better than that.
*The roof is about to blow off this place from boos and yelling.*
Markson: I cannot hear a thing.
Napier: What did you say?
*As the fans finally let it die down for a moment, everyone is wondering what is about to come out of the mouth of J Mont.*
J Mont: Man, that was great. Still not the best, but maybe next time when I come back, you fans can do a better job.
Markson: Next time he comes back?
Napier: Did J Mont sign on?
J Mont: So, let me make something crystal clear for everyone here. Sure, I just missed out on winning the Bash. But I showed everyone that I still have plenty of gas left in the tank. One minor error cost me. Call me Chuck Knoblauch of the New York Yankees. I fielded the ground ball from second base and instead of throwing it to first base, a fan in the 5th row got a souvenir. Mistakes happen, but I am here today to fix that mistake and make my mark here in TPW.
*The fans are really letting J Mont know how they feel about him.*
“We don’t want you here!”
“Go back to WGWF!”
“Vaughn is going to kill you!”
“AVA! AVA! AVA!”
*J Mont is cracking up at all these chants.*
Markson: Man, this place is really heating up.
Napier: If I was J Mont, I would leave before it gets any worse.
*J Mont leans down and picks up the open challenge contract that has yet to be signed by Junko. He holds it high in the air for everyone to see. He starts to walk towards the ropes like he is leaving, but stops. And at that moment, he looks at the contract one more time. And a decision has been made.*
Joseph Montuori aka J Mont
*J Mont has signed the contract and the fans are in disbelief. No one expected J Mont to come here and do this tonight.*
Markson: I cannot believe what I just saw.
Napier: Well, this is a match I cannot wait to see.
*J Mont walks back over Junko, who is slightly moving. J Mont drops the contract right on the back of her and smiles. Signed, sealed and delivered.*
J Mont: See you at the Gladiator’s Ball if you have the guts to sign your end of this contract.
*J Mont drops the mic and exits the ring as cocky as can be. As he walks to the back, he is acknowledging all the boos and loves it. Before he enters the back, he makes sure the fans know how feels about them. The shot fades from JMont to the words "DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK*
Markson: Do you hear that, Napier? Junko Souma is here!
Napier: Well, I should hope so. She just won the American title, right? A champion should be expected to show up on Friday Night Fury! It shouldn't be some kind of surprise! We're tryin' to sell tickets here, am I right?
Markson: That's right. Two weeks ago at the Bohemian Bash, Junko Souma did the seemingly impossible, something no one thought she could do, and defeated Nova Skye to become the new American champion. After her rivalry with El Diablo Blanco, after her war with Pretty Ricky Stanton, all roads led to the JNK Driver at the Bohemian Bash!
Napier: You know, I heard there were some discussions prior to the match about Nova Skye's future in TPW. Apparently she had some demands but, after the Bohemian Bash, I don't think she has a leg to stand on.
Markson: Will you stop?!
*The curtain parts and Junko Souma steps out onto the stage in a t-shirt and jeans with the TPW American Championship on her shoulder. In her other hand, she's carrying a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. She looks around at the applauding fans and nods confidently before removing the title from her shoulder and holding it high over her head. The cheers become even louder before she finally begins making her way toward the ring.*
Markson: She is the champion who wasn't supposed to be, to hear some people tell it. She came here for the S.E.X. Cup, answering the call of Brooke Blakely for a tag team partner. Barring victory in the tournament, Junko wasn't supposed to continue with us here in TPW. She was supposed to return to Japan full-time but Brooke Blakely took the decision out of her hands when she attacked her following their elimination in the tournament.
Napier: Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before... and then Junko accosted Brooke Blakely at RetroMania, then did it again in Japan for that joshi company nobody cares about--
Markson: -- Miracle Galaxy Pro! Show some respect!
Napier: Respect? Did Junko Souma show respect when she attacked an obviously injured Nova Skye? The woman could barely walk and Junko savagely attacked her and STOLE her championship!
Markson: Well, what do you think should've happened?
Napier: Nova Skye should have been allowed to RESPECTFULLY forfeit the championship! She should've been given mic time! Maybe she could've left Junko lying on the way out and walked away holding hands with Brooke Blakely!
Markson: You're getting a little too inside with this one. This is wrestling! That's not how this works! Literally no sane promoter would allow that to happen. Even Alexander Marshall wouldn't allow that to happen! Well... maybe if it was a member of The Cabal.
*Junko climbs into the ring and stands in the center, taking in her surroundings. The fans continue cheering and applauding. After a few long seconds, she turns and walks to the ropes, calling for a microphone. Steve Cotton hands one over through the ropes and Junko accepts it, returning to the center of the ring. She taps on it a couple times, ensuring it's on before looking out at the fans and speaking.*
Junko Souma: Hello, everyone. Thank you for your support!
*Light applause. She holds up the championship.*
Junko Souma: I... am American now.
*The applause becomes even louder. She lowers the title.*
Junko Souma: This excursion has been very exciting... very successful. I am not even supposed to be standing here today... I was supposed to return to Japan months ago... but thanks to those who have tried to hold me down-- hold me back... I stayed. I still had unfinished business... and now that business is over and I stand here today as your new American champion.
*The fans applaud again.*
Junko Souma: I will do my best to overcome the legacies of the previous champions. I will carve my own path... and I will carry the Thunder Pro Wrestling banner with me wherever I go! Everyone will know that Junko Souma is the champion and that Junko souma wears this red, white, and blue championship with pride.
*The fans cheer.*
Junko Souma: Now... I will not waste your time any further. I know that you are wondering who I will defend this title against at Gladiator's Ball. The answer to that question is unknown--
*Boos rise up from the heart of the arena. She looks around, a smirk on her face.*
Junko Souma: --but, in my hand... I am holding an open contract!
*She holds up the clipboard. Those boos quickly turn to curious anticipation.*
Junko Souma: I have never turned down a challenge in my career... I will not start today. I will face anyone in Thunder Pro Wrestling who is willing to stand across the ring from The Girl Who Brings Rain of Blood!
*She removes a pen from her back pocket.*
Junko Souma: The moment I put my name on this contract, the open challenge is live. Bring me your strongest challengers, Thunder Pro Wrestling. I will resist them with every inch of my body! I will defend this championship with my life!
*She drops the microphone and holds the clipboard in front of her, preparing to sign it.*
Markson: Junko Souma... a fighting champion! I don't think anyone expected her to take this route with the American title right out the gate! There's so many talented performers in the locker room, there's no way to predict who might accept her open contract!
Napier: Is she stupid?! Anyone could accept it! Jason Cashe! Ricky Stanton! Zoltan! There's even a guy on the roster named Snakebite now! Do you know what kind of people call themselves, Snakebite, Markson!? The kind of guys who beat up little Japanese girls and take their titles away! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS! I always took Junko Souma for an idiot... but I never took her for a FRIGGIN' idiot!
*Junko puts the pen to paper but, before she can sign her name... THE LIGHTS GO OUT!*
Markson: Oh boy, did someone forget to pay the electric bill?
Napier: I'm going to hold my wallet just in case this lasts a while.
*What seems like an eternity, is really only like 15 seconds because when the lights come back on, Junko is not in the ring alone. Standing behind her is none other than one of the biggest heels in the industry today.*
J MONT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Markson: Turn around Junko!
Napier: Business is about to pick up!
*Junko, with the open contract in hand that she has yet to sign, has no idea what is about to happen. J Mont, with that sick and sadistic smirk on his face taps her shoulder and as Junko turns around……*
JKO!!!!!!
*Junko is down and out. J Mont standing tall over the new American Champion. As he does his signature pose over the body of Junko, the fans are letting out a loud chorus of boos and profanity. And everyone knows, that fuels J Mont.*
Markson: Where did J Mont come from?
Napier: I guess this man has more connections then we truly know about. He had the lights cut off and now we have a fallen American Champion on the ground.
Markson: I have not been given any indication that J Mont has signed on with Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Napier: Do you realize who you are talking about? This man pretty much has told the world that he does what he wants, when he wants. And he just did what he wanted.
*J Mont picks up the microphone, next to the body of Junko. He is taking in all the boos and nasty words and is asking for more.*
J Mont: Is that all you have? Come on. I have heard better than that.
*The roof is about to blow off this place from boos and yelling.*
Markson: I cannot hear a thing.
Napier: What did you say?
*As the fans finally let it die down for a moment, everyone is wondering what is about to come out of the mouth of J Mont.*
J Mont: Man, that was great. Still not the best, but maybe next time when I come back, you fans can do a better job.
Markson: Next time he comes back?
Napier: Did J Mont sign on?
J Mont: So, let me make something crystal clear for everyone here. Sure, I just missed out on winning the Bash. But I showed everyone that I still have plenty of gas left in the tank. One minor error cost me. Call me Chuck Knoblauch of the New York Yankees. I fielded the ground ball from second base and instead of throwing it to first base, a fan in the 5th row got a souvenir. Mistakes happen, but I am here today to fix that mistake and make my mark here in TPW.
*The fans are really letting J Mont know how they feel about him.*
“We don’t want you here!”
“Go back to WGWF!”
“Vaughn is going to kill you!”
“AVA! AVA! AVA!”
*J Mont is cracking up at all these chants.*
Markson: Man, this place is really heating up.
Napier: If I was J Mont, I would leave before it gets any worse.
*J Mont leans down and picks up the open challenge contract that has yet to be signed by Junko. He holds it high in the air for everyone to see. He starts to walk towards the ropes like he is leaving, but stops. And at that moment, he looks at the contract one more time. And a decision has been made.*
Joseph Montuori aka J Mont
*J Mont has signed the contract and the fans are in disbelief. No one expected J Mont to come here and do this tonight.*
Markson: I cannot believe what I just saw.
Napier: Well, this is a match I cannot wait to see.
*J Mont walks back over Junko, who is slightly moving. J Mont drops the contract right on the back of her and smiles. Signed, sealed and delivered.*
J Mont: See you at the Gladiator’s Ball if you have the guts to sign your end of this contract.
*J Mont drops the mic and exits the ring as cocky as can be. As he walks to the back, he is acknowledging all the boos and loves it. Before he enters the back, he makes sure the fans know how feels about them. The shot fades from JMont to the words "DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK*
*Breathing heavy as he drags along backstage post match. Jason Cashe was covered in sweat with a drained expression on his face. *
ROADIE: "HEY! JASON!"
*Turning, Cashe sees the Road Agent from before his match. The one he gave the taser to. The expression on his face lets you know he forgot about the taser. That kind of match he just had will do that to anyone. The Roadie catches up and hands Cashe a towel. Very nice of him, he should probably get a raise and maybe a name. *
ROADIE: "I did what you said!"
CASHE: "Good, give it to me.."
*Quickly the Agent hands him a walkie talkie. Cashe doesn't remember even giving him the walkie talkie but here he was handing it to Cashe. That was all he gave him. He had a perplexed look on his face. *
CASHE: "Nah fool.. The taser, where is the taser?"
*Now the Roadie shared the same perplexed look that Cashe had had. Maybe a bit more confused. Either way. *
ROADIE: "What do you mean? I gave it to Riddle. Cyrus Riddle.. Like you said!"
CASHE: "Who said that?! I sure as hello kitten did NOT tell you to give it to Riddle!!"
*Why 'Hello Kitten' was said, nobody can be sure. Cashe sighed as his head dropped and he felt a change in the air around him. He knew his feeling was right as The Roadie backed away a few steps. *
CASHE: "He's right behind me isn't he?"
*There was no time to turn around. No preparation to take what he knew was coming. A game among friends, brothers but Cashe really regretted what was about to take place. *
RIDDLE: "I win!"
*The snapping of electricity fills the hallway as Cashe arches in the back and falls forward, slapping to the waxed floors backstage. Twitching as volts dance through him. Riddle stands over him with an arm extended, holding the button on as Cashe flops around in convulsing pain. *
RIDDLE: "Don't piss yourself now.."
*He releases the button as the groaning from Cashe roars out as if it had been dormant while being tased. It was free to bellow out now as Riddle laughs and falls into the wall at the opposite side of the hallway. The scene fades from Riddle laughing to another commercial break. *
ROADIE: "HEY! JASON!"
*Turning, Cashe sees the Road Agent from before his match. The one he gave the taser to. The expression on his face lets you know he forgot about the taser. That kind of match he just had will do that to anyone. The Roadie catches up and hands Cashe a towel. Very nice of him, he should probably get a raise and maybe a name. *
ROADIE: "I did what you said!"
CASHE: "Good, give it to me.."
*Quickly the Agent hands him a walkie talkie. Cashe doesn't remember even giving him the walkie talkie but here he was handing it to Cashe. That was all he gave him. He had a perplexed look on his face. *
CASHE: "Nah fool.. The taser, where is the taser?"
*Now the Roadie shared the same perplexed look that Cashe had had. Maybe a bit more confused. Either way. *
ROADIE: "What do you mean? I gave it to Riddle. Cyrus Riddle.. Like you said!"
CASHE: "Who said that?! I sure as hello kitten did NOT tell you to give it to Riddle!!"
*Why 'Hello Kitten' was said, nobody can be sure. Cashe sighed as his head dropped and he felt a change in the air around him. He knew his feeling was right as The Roadie backed away a few steps. *
CASHE: "He's right behind me isn't he?"
*There was no time to turn around. No preparation to take what he knew was coming. A game among friends, brothers but Cashe really regretted what was about to take place. *
RIDDLE: "I win!"
*The snapping of electricity fills the hallway as Cashe arches in the back and falls forward, slapping to the waxed floors backstage. Twitching as volts dance through him. Riddle stands over him with an arm extended, holding the button on as Cashe flops around in convulsing pain. *
RIDDLE: "Don't piss yourself now.."
*He releases the button as the groaning from Cashe roars out as if it had been dormant while being tased. It was free to bellow out now as Riddle laughs and falls into the wall at the opposite side of the hallway. The scene fades from Riddle laughing to another commercial break. *
* "Back in Black" plays over the speakers as "Pretty" Ricky Stanton rises from the elevated floor in his black robe and trunks. He's escorted down ringside by two henchmen and two Latinas in gowns. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger, making his way ringside, he is the CEO of Stanton Media United, the Dirtiest Player in the Game, but the Prettiest Wrestler in HISSSSTORRRRYYYYY!! PRRRRREEETTTTTY RICKYYYYY STANNNNTOONNNNN!!!!
*Ricky turns to the hard cam and strikes a pose, giving his robe to one of his assistants standing outside the ring.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent…
Steve Cotton: About to make his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts… Weighing in at 178 pounds and standing 5’ 11” tall… Here is your Prestige Champion… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!
*CJ O’Donnell comes out without much fanfare, heading to the ring with the title wrapped around his waist. Once he gets inside the ring, he hands it off to the ref for this one, Dizzy Dan, then does some last-minute stretches before the match begins. The ref shows the beautiful championship to all sides of the arena before handing it off to the timekeeper outside. *
Markson: CJ O’Donnell didn’t have to defend his title at Bohemian Bash, but in our first show post that pay-per-view he has a very tough opponent in Ricky Stanton.
Napier: “PRETTY” Ricky Stanton, get it right Markson… and he is not only a tough opponent, he is the NEW Prestige champion to be. Calling it now!
*Dizzy Dan checks with both contestants at their corners, they each nod and he calls for the bell. As soon as it rings both contestants come out of the corners and begin to circle each other. *
Markson: You know, if Ricky doesn’t win, he’s going to come after you for giving him the “Kiss of Death”.
Napier: Please, I am not anyone’s KOD, just ask the ladies.
*Ricky and CJ finally lock up and there is a power struggle with both wrestlers being about the same height and weight… Ricky manages to get CJ in a headlock and then takes him down with it but CJ quickly wraps his legs around Ricky’s neck and reverses the hold predicament. Ricky quickly kicks out of it and both men are quickly on their feet again and locking up a second time. CJ is able to get a headlock on Ricky but this time Ricky escapes behind CJ, applying a hammerlock and then beginning to pummel CJ in the back of the head with forearm shots. CJ tries to bend forward, avoiding most of the shots and manages to reach back between his legs, grabbing Ricky’s and taking him down to the mat where he quickly jumps on Ricky for a quick attempt but Ricky kicks out before Dizzy Dan can make the 1 count. Both wrestlers are back up and square off, studying each other as the crowd watches intently and quietly. They go for a third lock up, no, Ricky kicks CJ in the mid section doubling him over and then connects with a stiff right hand. Dizzy Dan gives him a warning, telling him to open the palm but Ricky waves him off and hits a second one, a third and a fourth that backs CJ to the corner. Ricky now grabs him and whips him to the opposite side, no, reversal by CJ who pulls Ricky in and nails him with a stiff right hand of his own, dropping Ricky down to the mat. *
Markson: Well if “Pretty” Ricky wants to have a fist fight with CJ O’Donnell, he’s more than happy to drop the “Distinguished” title and oblige. He can throw down with the best of them.
Napier: Yeah but so can Ricky… Both of these guys are bonafide brawlers, even if CJ gets a bit more technical and loves submissions but do not sell Ricky short… My man can throw down.
*Ricky gets to his feet holding his jaw and nodding at CJ, then taunts him, saying if he ‘wants to go, they can go’… CJ smiles and nods back saying ‘alright, let’s go’ and both men quickly take fighting stands and begin to exchange blows, with the ref trying to get in between them to break it up but he quickly ducks out as the fists, knees and even some kicks are flying about, nearly catching him. The crowd cheers, getting into the sudden shift to a UFC fight, and pop when they see Dizzy Dan nearly get popped on the side of the head. Ricky manages to back CJ to the corner again, but CJ quickly grabs him by his head and tries to knee him in the face but Ricky blocks some of the attempts, pushing off and then nailing CJ with a spinning back fist that rocks him. Ricky moves in and hooks CJ for a suplex, getting him up and dropping him across the top turnbuckle instead! As CJ is doubled over, Ricky begins to take free shots, some rights and lefts to the back of the head and body of CJ before the ref gets in between them and pushes Ricky back, giving him a final warning to open up the fists and to get CJ out of the corner. Ricky throws his hands up, saying ‘alright, alright’ and then goes to the opposite corner, takes a running start and delivers a drop kick to the back of CJ’s head, causing him to flip into the ring and to land hard on his back. Ricky asks the ref “better?” and all Dizzy Dan can do is shake his head. *
Markson: Pretty physical match up so far and we expected it to be didn’t we Napier?
Napier: Oh for sure… Like I said, both are brawlers and yeah, we may get to see a little wrestling, but it will be more of a fight throughout…
*Ricky climbs the corner now, standing at the top turnbuckle, waiting for CJ to get to his feet… When he does, he is a bit disoriented, looking for Ricky and when he finds him, it’s a little too late as Ricky comes off the top turnbuckle and connects with a flying clothesline! CJ flips in mid air, landing face first onto the mat and Ricky is quickly on him, flipping him over and hooking the leg for the first pin of the night. Dizzy Dan checks the shoulders and then makes the count!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out by CJ! The crowd watches intently as Ricky now brings CJ to his feet and takes him closer to the ropes. He then hooks him for a suplex, lifts him up and then uses the ropes to deliver a springboard suplex! Ricky rolls on top of CJ, going for the pin again!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out again by CJ who is not letting go of his Prestige title that easily. Ricky gets back up and brings CJ to his feet, this time grabbing him by his hair and tossing him over the top rope onto the outside! Dizzy Dan again warns Ricky who dusts his hands off and poses for the crowd who boo him loudly. *
Markson: That right there reminds me of the Bohemian Bash where CJ entered the rumble at number 22 and had a decent showing before he was eliminated at #18 by Matt Knox… Ricky on the other hand, entered at number 7, but was the 6th eliminated after failing to buy the #30 spot from Henri Toussaint, who didn’t want to sell it.
Napier: Yeah and how did that work out for Henri? I swear there is a moron born every minute… He could have made himself some nice chunk of change and let Ricky show the world what entering at # 30 could really mean. But noooo… serves him right what happened. He lasted what, less than a minute?
Markson: Yeah but couldn’t Ricky have done that from the 6th spot?
Napier: It’s not the same thing and you know it!
*The ref starts the ten count but Ricky knows he can’t win the title that way so he goes to the outside to get CJ who was using the rail to get up. Ricky grabs him but CJ gives him an elbow to the mid section, stalling Ricky. CJ then straightens up and headbutts Ricky, sending him stumbling towards the steel steps. CJ regains his composure now and moves in on Ricky, nailing him with some stiff kicks to his legs, some jabs to his body before finishing him off with a hard forearm to the side of the head which sends Ricky crumbling over the steel steps and onto the other side. CJ hops on the steps, measures Ricky who is down on all fours and jumps off, dropping a leg across the back of Rick’s neck! CJ gets to his feet and he now taunts the crowd who boo him equally. CJ smiles and then notices the ref has reached 8 on the 10 count. CJ slides inside the ring but comes right back out to continue to work on Ricky. He picks up Ricky only to deliver a hip toss, followed by a cartwheel, followed by a dropkick to Ricky’s face! Ricky is laying flat and out on the floor and CJ measures him before dropping a knee across his throat! Ricky begins to kick around like a fish out of water, holding his throat in pain and now Dizzy Dan jumps out of the ring and warns CJ for that dangerous move. *
Markson: Ricky tossed CJ to the outside, not sure if he did it to catch a breather or because he thought on the outside he could do more damage but whatever the case, it clearly has backfired.
Napier: Okay first of all, how dare you? Pretty Ricky doesn’t need a breather, look at the man, he looks like he was chiseled out of stone! Second of all, CJ is clearly using some illegal moves and he should be disqualified and stripped off the title!
Markson: and give it to Ricky right?
Napier: WELL DUH!
*CJ moves past the ref who goes back inside and starts the 10 count, he grabs Ricky who is still gasping for air and tosses him back inside the ring.. He goes in himself and makes his first attempt of the night, lifting both of Ricky’s legs high enough so they are putting all the pressure on his chest.*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out by Ricky! CJ gets to his feet and brings Ricky to his and nails him with multiple forearms, leaving Ricky out on his feet. He then runs towards the ropes, bounces off and connects with an Enzuigiri kick! CJ makes the pin, this time not hooking the legs but pressing his forearm across Ricky’s face, adding insult to injury. *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out again by Ricky. CJ gets to his feet and decides to switch gears, walking over to one of Ricky’s legs, grabbing it, hooking it under his arm and then flipping Ricky over, applying a nice single leg Boston crab submission! *
Markson: Pretty even match up so far and we knew it would be, as CJ defends his Prestige title for the very first time.
Napier: and last time too, Ricky is about to make him tap out right now, watch.
*Dizzy Dan is right on Ricky’s face, asking him if he gives up but he shakes his head no and then pushes himself up from the canvas. He begins to crawl towards the nearest ropes, but just as he is about to get them, CJ drags him back to the middle of the ring and sits further down, arching Ricky’s back even more. The ref once again asks Ricky if he gives up, he ignores him and simply grabs his hair in anguish and bites on his bottom lip. CJ yells at the ref to ask him again but Dizzy Dan tells him he’s not giving in. Ricky pushes himself up again, but this time, instead of going for the ropes, curls inwards, causing CJ to fall backwards, releasing the hold. CJ gets to his feet quickly and grabs Ricky’s leg again, but before CJ can do anything, Ricky wraps his body around the bottom rope and Dizzy Dan forces CJ to back off because of the rope break. CJ tosses his arms to the side frustrated but Dan holds his ground. Ricky uses the ropes to pull himself up and CJ has had enough of waiting, goes around the ref and tries to grab Ricky, but Ricky drops down, grabbing CJ by his trunks and pulling him to the outside again as he, Ricky, drops to the canvas. *
Markson: Well the first time he tossed CJ outside, it was due to arrogance but this time it was pure desperation by Ricky.
Napier: You know I’m writing down everything you say and giving it to Ricky after the match. Such a hater you are… and no, he is not desperate, he is smart. That is what a smart wrestler does in that situation.
*Ricky catches a breather inside the ring as outside, CJ gets to his feet and rests against the guard rail where some fans encourage him on but he tells them to piss off, causing them to quickly turn on him. Ricky now stands in the middle of the ring and CJ pushes himself off the rail and slides inside the ring where Ricky quickly begins to put the boots to him. Ricky then brings him up and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by CJ. Ricky bounces off the other side and CJ explodes out of nowhere with a discus clothesline! Both men are down and CJ inches his way towards Ricky and throws his arms on top of him for the pin!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out again by Ricky. CJ slowly gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes and goes to drop another knee across Ricky’s throat but this time Ricky rolls out of the way and CJ hits the mat with his knee and rolls over, holding it in pain. Ricky gets to his feet and then grabs CJ, but he surprises him with a European uppercut. CJ then grabs Ricky and lifts him for a body slam, but Ricky fights him off, falling behind him, pulling back on his head, hooking him and dropping him with his “Pretty Boy Drop” reverse DDT! Ricky gets on top of CJ now and he makes the pin!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thr..!*
*Kick out by CJ! *
Markson: Ricky almost put the champion away with a move he normally uses as the set-up to his finisher!
Napier: He sure did, but don’t you worry, he’s about to end CJ’s short reign, right here, right now!
*Ricky gets to his feet and tells the crowd it's all over. He picks up CJ and throws him over his shoulder, setting him up for his F5 finisher: “The Rainmaker”. But CJ fights him off and falls behind Ricky. CJ spins Ricky around but only for Ricky to give him a thumb to the eye! Dizzy Dan warns him yet again, but Ricky ignores him, grabbing CJ and whipping him towards the corner. CJ hits hard and Ricky charges at CJ, crushing him with a power clothesline! CJ’s is almost clotheslined out of his boots as he falls to the mat where Ricky grabs him by his legs and drags him to the middle of the ring. Ricky now places his right foot on CJ’s chest, pinning him in a mocking way as he flexes to the crowd.*
*One!*
*Kick out by CJ! Ricky is upset and he peels CJ off the mat and whips him towards the ropes. CJ bounces off and Ricky goes for a diamond cutter! No, CJ pushes him off towards the ropes, Ricky bounces chest first and CJ nails him across the back with a forearm shot. He then wraps his arms around his waist, lifts him and drops him with “The Distinguished Plex!” a crushing German suplex that folds Ricky up like an accordion. CJ quickly turns, crawls over to Ricky, flips him over and makes the pin, hooking the closer leg.*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*NO! Kick out by Ricky at the last second! *
Markson: Oh my I thought CJ had him right there! He’s been working on Ricky’s neck and that German suplex was nasty Napier!
Napier: It sure was but it’s going to take a lot more than that to put away Mr. Stanton!
*CJ gets to his feet, breathing a little heavier now, and brings Ricky to his before whipping him towards the ropes. CJ then takes a few steps back as Ricky bounces off and then drops Ricky with a drop toe hold, right onto the second rope! Ricky hits throat first, and is hung out to dry there and CJ kicks the second rope to add insult to injury! For who knows how many times now Ricky holds his throat in pain and CJ once again moves in for the pin!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Ricky again kicks out! The crowd, who doesn’t really like either of these men because, well, heels… Are on their feet looking on, as the intensity of the match has definitely picked up. CJ brings Ricky to his feet and leaves him standing there as he now bounces himself off the ropes, going for “Irish Knowledge”, a running single leg high knee but Ricky collapses to the mat just in time and CJ goes flying over him and crashes against the ropes. With both men down, the crowd begins to clap surprisingly, showing respect for both men putting on a hell of a Prestige championship match. Ricky uses the ropes to pull himself up now, CJ does the same on the other side. They lock eyes and then charge at each other, meeting in the middle of the ring and letting the rights and lefts fly. The crowd is growing crazy and so is Napier and Markson at ringside. CJ gets the upper hand, backing Ricky to the ropes, he whips him to the other side, no, reversal by Ricky. CJ bounces off… DIAMOND-CUTTER by Ricky! CJ is down and out? Perhaps, Ricky flips him over and makes the pin, hooking both legs! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*New champ! NOOOO! Kick out by CJ at the very last second!*
Markson: I cannot believe this, I thought Ricky had the title won right there!
Napier: This is crap! That dizzy bastard Dan has the slowest 3 count in the business!
*Ricky sits up and looks at Dizzy Dan with disgust as he simply backs off to the corner, not wanting to get a diamond cutter himself. Ricky now gets to his feet and nails CJ with a Garvin stomp, causing CJ to roll over holding his face in pain. Ricky brings CJ to his feet and then throws him over his shoulder before walking around with him on his shoulder, taunting the crowd who boo him loudly. He smiles arrogantly before finally going towards a corner with him. Ricky then turns and takes off, hoping for a running powerslam but CJ manages to break free, falling behind Ricky! Ricky puts on the breaks, turns and is met with a series of kicks to his entire body! Ricky tries to block but most of the kicks land, leaving him dazed on his feet. CJ now runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off, Ricky turns but CJ runs past him, bounces off again and this time as Ricky turns, CJ does connect with Irish Knowledge! Ricky is down, CJ hooks both legs for the pin and hangs on for dear life! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*The Bell rings.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. AND STILL TPW’s Prestige Champion…. “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!
Markson: CJ O’Donnell avoids the dreaded “one and done” curse, defeating “Pretty” Ricky Stanton in his first title defense in what was a great match up, wouldn’t you agree Napier?
Napier: …
Markson: Oh, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Napier: …
Markson: Kiss… of… Death.
*Just then, someone jumps over the railing just as the ref was getting the championship belt from the time keeper and snatches it out of Dizzy Dan’s hands. *
Markson: Wait a minute, that’s Jason Cashe! What is he doing out here?
Napier: I don’t care…
*Cashe looks at the title and then up at CJ who is getting to his feet, breathing heavily from a tough match. He looks at Cashe who now slides inside the ring and comes face to face with CJ. *
Markson: Not sure what this is about, is Jason Cashe letting CJ know that he wants next?
Napier: Duh…
*Cashe drapes the title over CJ’s shoulder and then claps in a mocking way and CJ clearly isn’t having it as he grabs the belt and raises it high in the air and steps towards Cashe. Cashe just laughs it off, rolling back outside of the ring and then walking up the ramp but never taking his eyes off CJ who does the same. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger, making his way ringside, he is the CEO of Stanton Media United, the Dirtiest Player in the Game, but the Prettiest Wrestler in HISSSSTORRRRYYYYY!! PRRRRREEETTTTTY RICKYYYYY STANNNNTOONNNNN!!!!
*Ricky turns to the hard cam and strikes a pose, giving his robe to one of his assistants standing outside the ring.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent…
Steve Cotton: About to make his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts… Weighing in at 178 pounds and standing 5’ 11” tall… Here is your Prestige Champion… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!
*CJ O’Donnell comes out without much fanfare, heading to the ring with the title wrapped around his waist. Once he gets inside the ring, he hands it off to the ref for this one, Dizzy Dan, then does some last-minute stretches before the match begins. The ref shows the beautiful championship to all sides of the arena before handing it off to the timekeeper outside. *
Markson: CJ O’Donnell didn’t have to defend his title at Bohemian Bash, but in our first show post that pay-per-view he has a very tough opponent in Ricky Stanton.
Napier: “PRETTY” Ricky Stanton, get it right Markson… and he is not only a tough opponent, he is the NEW Prestige champion to be. Calling it now!
*Dizzy Dan checks with both contestants at their corners, they each nod and he calls for the bell. As soon as it rings both contestants come out of the corners and begin to circle each other. *
Markson: You know, if Ricky doesn’t win, he’s going to come after you for giving him the “Kiss of Death”.
Napier: Please, I am not anyone’s KOD, just ask the ladies.
*Ricky and CJ finally lock up and there is a power struggle with both wrestlers being about the same height and weight… Ricky manages to get CJ in a headlock and then takes him down with it but CJ quickly wraps his legs around Ricky’s neck and reverses the hold predicament. Ricky quickly kicks out of it and both men are quickly on their feet again and locking up a second time. CJ is able to get a headlock on Ricky but this time Ricky escapes behind CJ, applying a hammerlock and then beginning to pummel CJ in the back of the head with forearm shots. CJ tries to bend forward, avoiding most of the shots and manages to reach back between his legs, grabbing Ricky’s and taking him down to the mat where he quickly jumps on Ricky for a quick attempt but Ricky kicks out before Dizzy Dan can make the 1 count. Both wrestlers are back up and square off, studying each other as the crowd watches intently and quietly. They go for a third lock up, no, Ricky kicks CJ in the mid section doubling him over and then connects with a stiff right hand. Dizzy Dan gives him a warning, telling him to open the palm but Ricky waves him off and hits a second one, a third and a fourth that backs CJ to the corner. Ricky now grabs him and whips him to the opposite side, no, reversal by CJ who pulls Ricky in and nails him with a stiff right hand of his own, dropping Ricky down to the mat. *
Markson: Well if “Pretty” Ricky wants to have a fist fight with CJ O’Donnell, he’s more than happy to drop the “Distinguished” title and oblige. He can throw down with the best of them.
Napier: Yeah but so can Ricky… Both of these guys are bonafide brawlers, even if CJ gets a bit more technical and loves submissions but do not sell Ricky short… My man can throw down.
*Ricky gets to his feet holding his jaw and nodding at CJ, then taunts him, saying if he ‘wants to go, they can go’… CJ smiles and nods back saying ‘alright, let’s go’ and both men quickly take fighting stands and begin to exchange blows, with the ref trying to get in between them to break it up but he quickly ducks out as the fists, knees and even some kicks are flying about, nearly catching him. The crowd cheers, getting into the sudden shift to a UFC fight, and pop when they see Dizzy Dan nearly get popped on the side of the head. Ricky manages to back CJ to the corner again, but CJ quickly grabs him by his head and tries to knee him in the face but Ricky blocks some of the attempts, pushing off and then nailing CJ with a spinning back fist that rocks him. Ricky moves in and hooks CJ for a suplex, getting him up and dropping him across the top turnbuckle instead! As CJ is doubled over, Ricky begins to take free shots, some rights and lefts to the back of the head and body of CJ before the ref gets in between them and pushes Ricky back, giving him a final warning to open up the fists and to get CJ out of the corner. Ricky throws his hands up, saying ‘alright, alright’ and then goes to the opposite corner, takes a running start and delivers a drop kick to the back of CJ’s head, causing him to flip into the ring and to land hard on his back. Ricky asks the ref “better?” and all Dizzy Dan can do is shake his head. *
Markson: Pretty physical match up so far and we expected it to be didn’t we Napier?
Napier: Oh for sure… Like I said, both are brawlers and yeah, we may get to see a little wrestling, but it will be more of a fight throughout…
*Ricky climbs the corner now, standing at the top turnbuckle, waiting for CJ to get to his feet… When he does, he is a bit disoriented, looking for Ricky and when he finds him, it’s a little too late as Ricky comes off the top turnbuckle and connects with a flying clothesline! CJ flips in mid air, landing face first onto the mat and Ricky is quickly on him, flipping him over and hooking the leg for the first pin of the night. Dizzy Dan checks the shoulders and then makes the count!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out by CJ! The crowd watches intently as Ricky now brings CJ to his feet and takes him closer to the ropes. He then hooks him for a suplex, lifts him up and then uses the ropes to deliver a springboard suplex! Ricky rolls on top of CJ, going for the pin again!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out again by CJ who is not letting go of his Prestige title that easily. Ricky gets back up and brings CJ to his feet, this time grabbing him by his hair and tossing him over the top rope onto the outside! Dizzy Dan again warns Ricky who dusts his hands off and poses for the crowd who boo him loudly. *
Markson: That right there reminds me of the Bohemian Bash where CJ entered the rumble at number 22 and had a decent showing before he was eliminated at #18 by Matt Knox… Ricky on the other hand, entered at number 7, but was the 6th eliminated after failing to buy the #30 spot from Henri Toussaint, who didn’t want to sell it.
Napier: Yeah and how did that work out for Henri? I swear there is a moron born every minute… He could have made himself some nice chunk of change and let Ricky show the world what entering at # 30 could really mean. But noooo… serves him right what happened. He lasted what, less than a minute?
Markson: Yeah but couldn’t Ricky have done that from the 6th spot?
Napier: It’s not the same thing and you know it!
*The ref starts the ten count but Ricky knows he can’t win the title that way so he goes to the outside to get CJ who was using the rail to get up. Ricky grabs him but CJ gives him an elbow to the mid section, stalling Ricky. CJ then straightens up and headbutts Ricky, sending him stumbling towards the steel steps. CJ regains his composure now and moves in on Ricky, nailing him with some stiff kicks to his legs, some jabs to his body before finishing him off with a hard forearm to the side of the head which sends Ricky crumbling over the steel steps and onto the other side. CJ hops on the steps, measures Ricky who is down on all fours and jumps off, dropping a leg across the back of Rick’s neck! CJ gets to his feet and he now taunts the crowd who boo him equally. CJ smiles and then notices the ref has reached 8 on the 10 count. CJ slides inside the ring but comes right back out to continue to work on Ricky. He picks up Ricky only to deliver a hip toss, followed by a cartwheel, followed by a dropkick to Ricky’s face! Ricky is laying flat and out on the floor and CJ measures him before dropping a knee across his throat! Ricky begins to kick around like a fish out of water, holding his throat in pain and now Dizzy Dan jumps out of the ring and warns CJ for that dangerous move. *
Markson: Ricky tossed CJ to the outside, not sure if he did it to catch a breather or because he thought on the outside he could do more damage but whatever the case, it clearly has backfired.
Napier: Okay first of all, how dare you? Pretty Ricky doesn’t need a breather, look at the man, he looks like he was chiseled out of stone! Second of all, CJ is clearly using some illegal moves and he should be disqualified and stripped off the title!
Markson: and give it to Ricky right?
Napier: WELL DUH!
*CJ moves past the ref who goes back inside and starts the 10 count, he grabs Ricky who is still gasping for air and tosses him back inside the ring.. He goes in himself and makes his first attempt of the night, lifting both of Ricky’s legs high enough so they are putting all the pressure on his chest.*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out by Ricky! CJ gets to his feet and brings Ricky to his and nails him with multiple forearms, leaving Ricky out on his feet. He then runs towards the ropes, bounces off and connects with an Enzuigiri kick! CJ makes the pin, this time not hooking the legs but pressing his forearm across Ricky’s face, adding insult to injury. *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out again by Ricky. CJ gets to his feet and decides to switch gears, walking over to one of Ricky’s legs, grabbing it, hooking it under his arm and then flipping Ricky over, applying a nice single leg Boston crab submission! *
Markson: Pretty even match up so far and we knew it would be, as CJ defends his Prestige title for the very first time.
Napier: and last time too, Ricky is about to make him tap out right now, watch.
*Dizzy Dan is right on Ricky’s face, asking him if he gives up but he shakes his head no and then pushes himself up from the canvas. He begins to crawl towards the nearest ropes, but just as he is about to get them, CJ drags him back to the middle of the ring and sits further down, arching Ricky’s back even more. The ref once again asks Ricky if he gives up, he ignores him and simply grabs his hair in anguish and bites on his bottom lip. CJ yells at the ref to ask him again but Dizzy Dan tells him he’s not giving in. Ricky pushes himself up again, but this time, instead of going for the ropes, curls inwards, causing CJ to fall backwards, releasing the hold. CJ gets to his feet quickly and grabs Ricky’s leg again, but before CJ can do anything, Ricky wraps his body around the bottom rope and Dizzy Dan forces CJ to back off because of the rope break. CJ tosses his arms to the side frustrated but Dan holds his ground. Ricky uses the ropes to pull himself up and CJ has had enough of waiting, goes around the ref and tries to grab Ricky, but Ricky drops down, grabbing CJ by his trunks and pulling him to the outside again as he, Ricky, drops to the canvas. *
Markson: Well the first time he tossed CJ outside, it was due to arrogance but this time it was pure desperation by Ricky.
Napier: You know I’m writing down everything you say and giving it to Ricky after the match. Such a hater you are… and no, he is not desperate, he is smart. That is what a smart wrestler does in that situation.
*Ricky catches a breather inside the ring as outside, CJ gets to his feet and rests against the guard rail where some fans encourage him on but he tells them to piss off, causing them to quickly turn on him. Ricky now stands in the middle of the ring and CJ pushes himself off the rail and slides inside the ring where Ricky quickly begins to put the boots to him. Ricky then brings him up and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by CJ. Ricky bounces off the other side and CJ explodes out of nowhere with a discus clothesline! Both men are down and CJ inches his way towards Ricky and throws his arms on top of him for the pin!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out again by Ricky. CJ slowly gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes and goes to drop another knee across Ricky’s throat but this time Ricky rolls out of the way and CJ hits the mat with his knee and rolls over, holding it in pain. Ricky gets to his feet and then grabs CJ, but he surprises him with a European uppercut. CJ then grabs Ricky and lifts him for a body slam, but Ricky fights him off, falling behind him, pulling back on his head, hooking him and dropping him with his “Pretty Boy Drop” reverse DDT! Ricky gets on top of CJ now and he makes the pin!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thr..!*
*Kick out by CJ! *
Markson: Ricky almost put the champion away with a move he normally uses as the set-up to his finisher!
Napier: He sure did, but don’t you worry, he’s about to end CJ’s short reign, right here, right now!
*Ricky gets to his feet and tells the crowd it's all over. He picks up CJ and throws him over his shoulder, setting him up for his F5 finisher: “The Rainmaker”. But CJ fights him off and falls behind Ricky. CJ spins Ricky around but only for Ricky to give him a thumb to the eye! Dizzy Dan warns him yet again, but Ricky ignores him, grabbing CJ and whipping him towards the corner. CJ hits hard and Ricky charges at CJ, crushing him with a power clothesline! CJ’s is almost clotheslined out of his boots as he falls to the mat where Ricky grabs him by his legs and drags him to the middle of the ring. Ricky now places his right foot on CJ’s chest, pinning him in a mocking way as he flexes to the crowd.*
*One!*
*Kick out by CJ! Ricky is upset and he peels CJ off the mat and whips him towards the ropes. CJ bounces off and Ricky goes for a diamond cutter! No, CJ pushes him off towards the ropes, Ricky bounces chest first and CJ nails him across the back with a forearm shot. He then wraps his arms around his waist, lifts him and drops him with “The Distinguished Plex!” a crushing German suplex that folds Ricky up like an accordion. CJ quickly turns, crawls over to Ricky, flips him over and makes the pin, hooking the closer leg.*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*NO! Kick out by Ricky at the last second! *
Markson: Oh my I thought CJ had him right there! He’s been working on Ricky’s neck and that German suplex was nasty Napier!
Napier: It sure was but it’s going to take a lot more than that to put away Mr. Stanton!
*CJ gets to his feet, breathing a little heavier now, and brings Ricky to his before whipping him towards the ropes. CJ then takes a few steps back as Ricky bounces off and then drops Ricky with a drop toe hold, right onto the second rope! Ricky hits throat first, and is hung out to dry there and CJ kicks the second rope to add insult to injury! For who knows how many times now Ricky holds his throat in pain and CJ once again moves in for the pin!*
*One!*
*Two!*
*Ricky again kicks out! The crowd, who doesn’t really like either of these men because, well, heels… Are on their feet looking on, as the intensity of the match has definitely picked up. CJ brings Ricky to his feet and leaves him standing there as he now bounces himself off the ropes, going for “Irish Knowledge”, a running single leg high knee but Ricky collapses to the mat just in time and CJ goes flying over him and crashes against the ropes. With both men down, the crowd begins to clap surprisingly, showing respect for both men putting on a hell of a Prestige championship match. Ricky uses the ropes to pull himself up now, CJ does the same on the other side. They lock eyes and then charge at each other, meeting in the middle of the ring and letting the rights and lefts fly. The crowd is growing crazy and so is Napier and Markson at ringside. CJ gets the upper hand, backing Ricky to the ropes, he whips him to the other side, no, reversal by Ricky. CJ bounces off… DIAMOND-CUTTER by Ricky! CJ is down and out? Perhaps, Ricky flips him over and makes the pin, hooking both legs! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*New champ! NOOOO! Kick out by CJ at the very last second!*
Markson: I cannot believe this, I thought Ricky had the title won right there!
Napier: This is crap! That dizzy bastard Dan has the slowest 3 count in the business!
*Ricky sits up and looks at Dizzy Dan with disgust as he simply backs off to the corner, not wanting to get a diamond cutter himself. Ricky now gets to his feet and nails CJ with a Garvin stomp, causing CJ to roll over holding his face in pain. Ricky brings CJ to his feet and then throws him over his shoulder before walking around with him on his shoulder, taunting the crowd who boo him loudly. He smiles arrogantly before finally going towards a corner with him. Ricky then turns and takes off, hoping for a running powerslam but CJ manages to break free, falling behind Ricky! Ricky puts on the breaks, turns and is met with a series of kicks to his entire body! Ricky tries to block but most of the kicks land, leaving him dazed on his feet. CJ now runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off, Ricky turns but CJ runs past him, bounces off again and this time as Ricky turns, CJ does connect with Irish Knowledge! Ricky is down, CJ hooks both legs for the pin and hangs on for dear life! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*The Bell rings.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner…. AND STILL TPW’s Prestige Champion…. “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!
Markson: CJ O’Donnell avoids the dreaded “one and done” curse, defeating “Pretty” Ricky Stanton in his first title defense in what was a great match up, wouldn’t you agree Napier?
Napier: …
Markson: Oh, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Napier: …
Markson: Kiss… of… Death.
*Just then, someone jumps over the railing just as the ref was getting the championship belt from the time keeper and snatches it out of Dizzy Dan’s hands. *
Markson: Wait a minute, that’s Jason Cashe! What is he doing out here?
Napier: I don’t care…
*Cashe looks at the title and then up at CJ who is getting to his feet, breathing heavily from a tough match. He looks at Cashe who now slides inside the ring and comes face to face with CJ. *
Markson: Not sure what this is about, is Jason Cashe letting CJ know that he wants next?
Napier: Duh…
*Cashe drapes the title over CJ’s shoulder and then claps in a mocking way and CJ clearly isn’t having it as he grabs the belt and raises it high in the air and steps towards Cashe. Cashe just laughs it off, rolling back outside of the ring and then walking up the ramp but never taking his eyes off CJ who does the same. *
*The shot returns from commercial to the commentary table. Markson's normal smile quickly turns to a look of concern. *
Markson: Do you feel that?
Napier: Feel what?
Markson: The temperature has dropped. And I hear…
Napier: Yourself sounding crazy? Are you high?
*Markson listens closely and Napier shakes his head. *
Napier: What the hell is wrong with you?
Markson: Cloven hooves!
Napier: Feel what?
Markson: The temperature has dropped. And I hear…
Napier: Yourself sounding crazy? Are you high?
*Markson listens closely and Napier shakes his head. *
Napier: What the hell is wrong with you?
Markson: Cloven hooves!
*Before “Knows” can even think of a response “Smooth Sailing” by Queens of the Stone Age starts to play and Markson is standing up, pointing at the stage. *
Markson: HER! THE SHE DEVIL IS HERE!
*Veronica Cain steps out onto the entrance stage, arms outstretched, breathing in the approval of her arrival in the promotion she once owned a part of. Her hands come down, and hooks her thumbs on either side of the centre plate that is her CU:LT SNUFF Championship belt and she sneers out to the crowd! *
Napier: Veronica had entered the Bohemian Bash, saved by her dad and when she returned the favour she got her ass eliminated.
Markson: Please tell me she isn’t back. PLEASE!
*Veronica makes her way down to the ring, slapping a few of the hands of fans before walking up the ring steps, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the ropes. Colton hands her a microphone. *
Veronica Cain: Oh, TPW it’s been a long time since mamabear stepped foot into this ring!
TPW Fans: RON-NIE! RON-NIE!
*Veronica looks over at the commentary team and waves to Markson who is visibly flustered. *
Veronica Cain: Don’t worry, Mark. They’ll boo me in no time. Or you afraid of getting fired?
Markson: You can’t fire me! You aren’t an owner anymore!
*Veronica seems to get the gist of what he was saying, leaning on the ropes. *
Veronica Cain: You’re right, Markson. I am not an owner, so what exactly am I doing out here?
Napier: Well? Out with it, woman!
Markson: Oh man…
*Veronica sneers toward Markson followed by a wink.*
Veronica Cain: After I made the mistake of looking after someone in the ring instead of myself, Alexander Marshal signed the greatest Strader born wrestler of the last two decades!
Markson: Oh, so she is introducing Tamika Strader!
Napier: She’s retired. It’s her! You dummy.
Veronica Cain: So why did I sign a contract with the company that my sister, Victoria Strader, was signed to that I took on an ownership stake in? Four words. International Champion Peter Vaughn.
*The Thunderites pop pretty loudly and Markson face palms which seems to make Napier laugh. *
Veronica Cain: I actually kinda like Pete, he’s the main reason I have my husband back but this? This is business. I turned down the title shots at DPI because it wasn’t about them. It was about Strader versus Vaughn.
Napier: That was a great match. Veronica has shown she can be successful anywhere, not just OCW.
Markson: Then she should go somewhere else.
Veronica Cain: So Peter, I need you to retain that championship while I earn my shot. And to everyone in the back who doesn’t know me I have four simple words for you… God forgives…
TPW Fans: I DON’T!
*“Smooth Sailing” hits and Veronica hands the mic back to Colton. Markson is visibly distraught as Veronica winks at him. As Veronica heads back up the entrance way the camera switches back to the commentary desk. *
Markson: HER! THE SHE DEVIL IS HERE!
*Veronica Cain steps out onto the entrance stage, arms outstretched, breathing in the approval of her arrival in the promotion she once owned a part of. Her hands come down, and hooks her thumbs on either side of the centre plate that is her CU:LT SNUFF Championship belt and she sneers out to the crowd! *
Napier: Veronica had entered the Bohemian Bash, saved by her dad and when she returned the favour she got her ass eliminated.
Markson: Please tell me she isn’t back. PLEASE!
*Veronica makes her way down to the ring, slapping a few of the hands of fans before walking up the ring steps, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the ropes. Colton hands her a microphone. *
Veronica Cain: Oh, TPW it’s been a long time since mamabear stepped foot into this ring!
TPW Fans: RON-NIE! RON-NIE!
*Veronica looks over at the commentary team and waves to Markson who is visibly flustered. *
Veronica Cain: Don’t worry, Mark. They’ll boo me in no time. Or you afraid of getting fired?
Markson: You can’t fire me! You aren’t an owner anymore!
*Veronica seems to get the gist of what he was saying, leaning on the ropes. *
Veronica Cain: You’re right, Markson. I am not an owner, so what exactly am I doing out here?
Napier: Well? Out with it, woman!
Markson: Oh man…
*Veronica sneers toward Markson followed by a wink.*
Veronica Cain: After I made the mistake of looking after someone in the ring instead of myself, Alexander Marshal signed the greatest Strader born wrestler of the last two decades!
Markson: Oh, so she is introducing Tamika Strader!
Napier: She’s retired. It’s her! You dummy.
Veronica Cain: So why did I sign a contract with the company that my sister, Victoria Strader, was signed to that I took on an ownership stake in? Four words. International Champion Peter Vaughn.
*The Thunderites pop pretty loudly and Markson face palms which seems to make Napier laugh. *
Veronica Cain: I actually kinda like Pete, he’s the main reason I have my husband back but this? This is business. I turned down the title shots at DPI because it wasn’t about them. It was about Strader versus Vaughn.
Napier: That was a great match. Veronica has shown she can be successful anywhere, not just OCW.
Markson: Then she should go somewhere else.
Veronica Cain: So Peter, I need you to retain that championship while I earn my shot. And to everyone in the back who doesn’t know me I have four simple words for you… God forgives…
TPW Fans: I DON’T!
*“Smooth Sailing” hits and Veronica hands the mic back to Colton. Markson is visibly distraught as Veronica winks at him. As Veronica heads back up the entrance way the camera switches back to the commentary desk. *
Napier: It is time for the match I've been waiting for all night. It is time for Chris Page to turn Ava Arthur's dream into a nightmare and seal her fate for Gladiators Ball.
Markson: Ava Arthur could surprise you, Chris Page, and the whole world here tonight. She proved at Bohemian Bash that she has what it takes to run with the big dogs, and tonight she will be stepping into the yard with one of the biggest dogs of all time.
Napier: No, tonight the Cabal is letting the Pitbull Chris Page of his leash to tear up that Chihuahua Aava Arthur.
*The shot cuts to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the main event. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest IS YOUR MAIN EVENT! If Chris Page wins than Peter Vaughn gets to pick the match stipulation for his match with Ava Arthur at Gladiators Ball. IF, Ava Arthur wins, she gets to pick the match stipulation for GLADIATORS BALLLL!!!
*Crowd Pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, and weighing in at 232lbs. He is the founder of CCPE. He is the owner of WGWF. He is a former TPW International Champion. He represents The Cabal, HE IS…. CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!!!
*A spotlight hits the top of the entrance ramp where emerging out through the curtain is Chris Page, which draws a huge boo from the crowd. Page starts to make the walk toward the ring with a slow, meticulous saunter. Page climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. CCP removes his ring jacket almost immediately and starts to play to the crowd garnering a solid ovation out of sheer respect for what this legendary icon has accomplished throughout his illustrious career. Chris makes his way to his corner where he uses the top to stretch as the music fades out. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, hailing from Walsall, UK, aka the Black Country Bomber, weighing in at 110lbs. She is one-half of Lights Out, and she is the winner of the 2023 Bohemian Bash, this is…. AVA ARTHUR!!!
*The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava as she emerges from a blast of fog . Ava pounds her chest with a fist. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. Ava paces towards the ring. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. She takes up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine the situation. Ava shadowboxes quickly - then reades herself for the bell. *
Napier: Chris Page is going to slaugher this little shrimp.
Markson: Twenty-nine other competitors thought that too in the Bohemian Bash.
*The bell sounds as the crowd is split when it comes to support. Page, with a sly smirk, walks out from his corner while Ava emerges from hers. The two circle each other before locking up center ring which quickly sees Page utilize his size and strength to force Ava back into a neutral corner where the referee starts laying the count to Page. We get a clean break at the referee’s four count from Page who backs out toward the middle of the ring. Ava takes a second or two before coming out from the corner. They two circle each other a second time and lock up once again. Page quickly snatches a side headlock and as he cranks on Ava’s head she takes him back into the ropes where she shoots Page across the ring, Page bounces off the ropes where runs over Ava, and sends her to the mat with a running shoulder block. The crowd boos Page who looks down at Ava and taunts her to get up. *
Markson: Chris Page using his size and strength advantage on the underdog Ava.
Napier: That’s righ Ava Arthur, get used to laying on your back curtesy of The Cabal.
*Page backs away from Ava as she starts getting back to her feet. Page backs up into a neutral corner while Ava gets up to a vertical base. Chris comes out from the corner where they circle each other and lock up for a third time. Page backs Ava up into a neutral corner. The referee lays the count to Page who swings with a cheap shot! Ava ducks out of the way causing Page to miss and reverses the positioning with Page against the buckles! Ava backs out toward the center of the ring, Page explodes out from the corner and into a drop-toe hold, Ava floats over into a front face lock where she paintbrush slaps Page across the back of the head! Ava gets back to her feet showing zero signs of intimidation from the living legend. Page quickly gets to one knee as he holds the back of his head while glaring at Ava who in turn waves at Chris. *
Markson: And now it is Chris Page feeling the sting of the mat.
Napier: She just got lucky.
Markson: Like she did at the Bash? How many times does Ava have to prove herself before people realize it is skill and not luck?
*Page steps up to a vertical base with aggravation etched across his face. Page explodes toward Ava who leapfrogs over him sending Page bouncing off the ropes, Ava drops down to the mat, Page leaps over Ava and bounces off the far side, Ava pops back up to her feet where she looks for a second leapfrog yet tPage latches onto the top rope! As Ava comes down to the mat Page explodes off the ropes with a lariat turning Ava inside out! Page immediately makes a cover with a side press while hooking the inside leg.
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Ava escapes with a kick out as Page immediately transitions into a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position checking for the choke before asking Ava to surrender. The Number One Contender refuses, Page lays in several cross-face blows to Ava before stepping back up to his feet where he picks her up and hurls her into a neutral corner. Page charges in and looks for a diving shoulder block that Ava leaps over and it sends Page through the top and middle ropes where he cracks his right shoulder on the ring post with the momentum carrying him through the ropes where he bumps on the apron and falls down to the floor. *
Markson: Big spill to the outside for Chris Page.
Napier: NO! How’d she get out of the way? GET UP PAGE!
*Ava baseball slides out to the floor under the bottom rope and instantly starts stomping at the right shoulder of Page! Ava picks Page up off the floor where she twists his right arm behind his back and sends him shoulder-first off the ring post! The referee lays the count to both Page and Author. Ava slides into the ring breaking the count before sliding right back out to the floor. Page gets to his feet and as Ava closes in on him he thumbs her in the eye with his left hand. Page locks on a front face lock and snaps off an overhead belly-to-belly release suplex to Aurther sending her crashing to the floor with a thud. Page clutches at his right arm and shoulder as he starts to get back to his feet. Page slides into the ring breaking the referee’s count for him but insists the count continues for Ava! A win is a win, right? *
Markson: Is Chris Page really looking for a count out victory?
Napier: Like Al Davis used to say, “JUST WIN BABY!”.
*The count reaches six before Ava starts to stir. The count hits the eight count and Ava manages to reach her feet, and in between the nine and ten count Ava slides into the ring breaking the count. Page blows past the referee picking Ava up and driving her back into a neutral corner. Page lays in left shoulder blocks into the midsection before hoisting Ava up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Page steps up to the middle rope and locks in a front face lock where he looks for a Superplex attempt! Ava blocks by holding onto the top rope. Page looks to deliver it a second time, and again Ava blocks and counters with jabbing strikes to the ribs for the former twenty-time World Champion and manages to break free before throwing a stiff forearm to the jaw, followed by a second and then a third that sends Page falling backward to the mat! Ava follows up with a diving elbow drop off the middle rope crashing into the sternum of CCP! Ava makes the cover on Page!
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Page escapes with a kick out! *
Markson: OH MY! Ava almot pulled a big upset there.
Napier: That count looked fast to me. What is Mullet doing? Is he plotting against The Cabal?
*Ava gets back to her feet where she picks Page up and drives him back down to the mat with an armbar DDT to the right arm and shoulder! Ava quickly transitions into a Japanese Armbar Submission! Referee Mullet slides into position asking Page to surrender! *
Markson: Is Chris Page going to tap?
Napier: Chris Page would never submit.
*Page refuses as the referee continues to ask him to surrender while Ava cranks back with more leverage! Page waves off the referee before dragging himself toward the ropes where he is able to grab ahold of the bottom rope forcing the referee to call for the break. Ava doesn’t release the hold, forcing the referee to lay the count to her! *
Napier: DISQUALIFY HER NOW!!!
Markson: Easy Nick, she has until the count of five.
*Ava releases at the four count and is admonished by the referee while Page rolls out to the floor to create some distance while clutching at his arm and shoulder. Ava slides back out to the floor coming up behind Page and spinning him around where he gouges her in the eyes! Page drives a knee to the midsection doubling over Ava who takes her and drives her face-first off the apron of the ring. Page hurls Ava back in the ring. Page slides into the ring and uses the ropes to help get himself up to a vertical base with Ava not far behind. Page drives a boot to the midsection where he locks a front face lock and hoists Ava up in the air and drives her down with a Brainbuster!
Page makes the cover.
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*Crowd Pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, and weighing in at 232lbs. He is the founder of CCPE. He is the owner of WGWF. He is a former TPW International Champion. He represents The Cabal, HE IS…. CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!!!
*A spotlight hits the top of the entrance ramp where emerging out through the curtain is Chris Page, which draws a huge boo from the crowd. Page starts to make the walk toward the ring with a slow, meticulous saunter. Page climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. CCP removes his ring jacket almost immediately and starts to play to the crowd garnering a solid ovation out of sheer respect for what this legendary icon has accomplished throughout his illustrious career. Chris makes his way to his corner where he uses the top to stretch as the music fades out. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, hailing from Walsall, UK, aka the Black Country Bomber, weighing in at 110lbs. She is one-half of Lights Out, and she is the winner of the 2023 Bohemian Bash, this is…. AVA ARTHUR!!!
*The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava as she emerges from a blast of fog . Ava pounds her chest with a fist. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. Ava paces towards the ring. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. She takes up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine the situation. Ava shadowboxes quickly - then reades herself for the bell. *
Napier: Chris Page is going to slaugher this little shrimp.
Markson: Twenty-nine other competitors thought that too in the Bohemian Bash.
*The bell sounds as the crowd is split when it comes to support. Page, with a sly smirk, walks out from his corner while Ava emerges from hers. The two circle each other before locking up center ring which quickly sees Page utilize his size and strength to force Ava back into a neutral corner where the referee starts laying the count to Page. We get a clean break at the referee’s four count from Page who backs out toward the middle of the ring. Ava takes a second or two before coming out from the corner. They two circle each other a second time and lock up once again. Page quickly snatches a side headlock and as he cranks on Ava’s head she takes him back into the ropes where she shoots Page across the ring, Page bounces off the ropes where runs over Ava, and sends her to the mat with a running shoulder block. The crowd boos Page who looks down at Ava and taunts her to get up. *
Markson: Chris Page using his size and strength advantage on the underdog Ava.
Napier: That’s righ Ava Arthur, get used to laying on your back curtesy of The Cabal.
*Page backs away from Ava as she starts getting back to her feet. Page backs up into a neutral corner while Ava gets up to a vertical base. Chris comes out from the corner where they circle each other and lock up for a third time. Page backs Ava up into a neutral corner. The referee lays the count to Page who swings with a cheap shot! Ava ducks out of the way causing Page to miss and reverses the positioning with Page against the buckles! Ava backs out toward the center of the ring, Page explodes out from the corner and into a drop-toe hold, Ava floats over into a front face lock where she paintbrush slaps Page across the back of the head! Ava gets back to her feet showing zero signs of intimidation from the living legend. Page quickly gets to one knee as he holds the back of his head while glaring at Ava who in turn waves at Chris. *
Markson: And now it is Chris Page feeling the sting of the mat.
Napier: She just got lucky.
Markson: Like she did at the Bash? How many times does Ava have to prove herself before people realize it is skill and not luck?
*Page steps up to a vertical base with aggravation etched across his face. Page explodes toward Ava who leapfrogs over him sending Page bouncing off the ropes, Ava drops down to the mat, Page leaps over Ava and bounces off the far side, Ava pops back up to her feet where she looks for a second leapfrog yet tPage latches onto the top rope! As Ava comes down to the mat Page explodes off the ropes with a lariat turning Ava inside out! Page immediately makes a cover with a side press while hooking the inside leg.
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Ava escapes with a kick out as Page immediately transitions into a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position checking for the choke before asking Ava to surrender. The Number One Contender refuses, Page lays in several cross-face blows to Ava before stepping back up to his feet where he picks her up and hurls her into a neutral corner. Page charges in and looks for a diving shoulder block that Ava leaps over and it sends Page through the top and middle ropes where he cracks his right shoulder on the ring post with the momentum carrying him through the ropes where he bumps on the apron and falls down to the floor. *
Markson: Big spill to the outside for Chris Page.
Napier: NO! How’d she get out of the way? GET UP PAGE!
*Ava baseball slides out to the floor under the bottom rope and instantly starts stomping at the right shoulder of Page! Ava picks Page up off the floor where she twists his right arm behind his back and sends him shoulder-first off the ring post! The referee lays the count to both Page and Author. Ava slides into the ring breaking the count before sliding right back out to the floor. Page gets to his feet and as Ava closes in on him he thumbs her in the eye with his left hand. Page locks on a front face lock and snaps off an overhead belly-to-belly release suplex to Aurther sending her crashing to the floor with a thud. Page clutches at his right arm and shoulder as he starts to get back to his feet. Page slides into the ring breaking the referee’s count for him but insists the count continues for Ava! A win is a win, right? *
Markson: Is Chris Page really looking for a count out victory?
Napier: Like Al Davis used to say, “JUST WIN BABY!”.
*The count reaches six before Ava starts to stir. The count hits the eight count and Ava manages to reach her feet, and in between the nine and ten count Ava slides into the ring breaking the count. Page blows past the referee picking Ava up and driving her back into a neutral corner. Page lays in left shoulder blocks into the midsection before hoisting Ava up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Page steps up to the middle rope and locks in a front face lock where he looks for a Superplex attempt! Ava blocks by holding onto the top rope. Page looks to deliver it a second time, and again Ava blocks and counters with jabbing strikes to the ribs for the former twenty-time World Champion and manages to break free before throwing a stiff forearm to the jaw, followed by a second and then a third that sends Page falling backward to the mat! Ava follows up with a diving elbow drop off the middle rope crashing into the sternum of CCP! Ava makes the cover on Page!
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Page escapes with a kick out! *
Markson: OH MY! Ava almot pulled a big upset there.
Napier: That count looked fast to me. What is Mullet doing? Is he plotting against The Cabal?
*Ava gets back to her feet where she picks Page up and drives him back down to the mat with an armbar DDT to the right arm and shoulder! Ava quickly transitions into a Japanese Armbar Submission! Referee Mullet slides into position asking Page to surrender! *
Markson: Is Chris Page going to tap?
Napier: Chris Page would never submit.
*Page refuses as the referee continues to ask him to surrender while Ava cranks back with more leverage! Page waves off the referee before dragging himself toward the ropes where he is able to grab ahold of the bottom rope forcing the referee to call for the break. Ava doesn’t release the hold, forcing the referee to lay the count to her! *
Napier: DISQUALIFY HER NOW!!!
Markson: Easy Nick, she has until the count of five.
*Ava releases at the four count and is admonished by the referee while Page rolls out to the floor to create some distance while clutching at his arm and shoulder. Ava slides back out to the floor coming up behind Page and spinning him around where he gouges her in the eyes! Page drives a knee to the midsection doubling over Ava who takes her and drives her face-first off the apron of the ring. Page hurls Ava back in the ring. Page slides into the ring and uses the ropes to help get himself up to a vertical base with Ava not far behind. Page drives a boot to the midsection where he locks a front face lock and hoists Ava up in the air and drives her down with a Brainbuster!
Page makes the cover.
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Ava escapes with a kick out. Page immediately starts choking her right in front of the referee. The count is laid to Page who breaks at the four count before immediately going right back to the choke forcing the referee the lay the count back to him again, and again he breaks at the four count before stepping back up to his feet as he now is admonished for his actions. *
Markson: Chris Page with blatant disregard for the rules.
Napier: Oh, when Ava doesn’t break until five it is fine, but when Chris Page uses his five count he’s a bad guy huh? Sounds like you and all these idiot Ava Arthur fans are nothing but hypocrits.
*Page shakes his right arm and shoulder before picking Ava up off the mat where he laces her across the chest with a stiff knife-edge chop echoing throughout the arena as Ava is sent back into the ropes. Page comes forward with an Irish Whip, Ava bounces off the far side where Page looks for a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker attempt that Ava counters into a spectacular Tornado DDT spiking Page head first into the mat! Ava crawls into the cover.
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Page escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd. Ava starts working her way back to her feet where she pulls Page up to his feet by the hair. She rocks him with several forearm shots to the jaw before superkicking his left knee out from under him dropping him to one knee and allowing Ava to immediately land a shining wizard to the temple knocking Page backward to the mat! Ava doesn’t hesitate in making another cover.
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Another kick out from Page. *
Markson: BACK TO BACK KICKOUTS! How many more times will Chris Page be able to kickout though?
Napier: He’ll kickout as many times as it takes.
*Ava rolls out to the ring apron where she pulls herself up to her feet using the ropes. She makes her way toward the nearest set of buckles and starts climbing up to the top rope. Inside the ring Chris starts to working his way back to his feet. Ava stands up on the top rope where she leaps off with a Missile Dropkick! Page side steps Ava sending her crashing and burning into the mat! Page picks Ava up and takes a back waist lock where he snaps off a German Suplex! Page rolls through picking himself and Ava up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered! Page doesn’t release and rolls through picking himself and Ava up off the mat where a THIRD German Suplex is delivered with a release that folds the Number One Contender up! *
Markson: A trio of vicious suplexes by Chris Page.
Napier: That’s right, Ava Arthur won’t even make it to Gladiators Ball after Page finishes with her.
*Page gets to a vertical base where he points up in the air. The fifty-three-year-old steps out to the ring apron and starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Ava lays motionless in the ring while Page reaches the top turnbuckle where he looks down at the prone number one contender. With a smirk on his face, Chris sets sail delivering a five-star frog splash across the sternum of Auther! Page hooks the legs with a side press.
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Ava KICKS out! *
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: NO! NO! NO! THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!
Markson: It is the same count that Mullet always does.
*Page gets to both knees as he cuts his eyes at the referee with a look of shock etched on his face. The referee shows him two fingers. Page pops up to his feet immediately getting in the referee’s face and arguing the cadence of his count as he holds three fingers up and shoves them into the referee’s face almost like pie-facing him. The referee comes back with a shove to Page which sends him backward into a School Girl by Auther!
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Page escapes with a kick out! Ava beats Page to his feet where she looks for a running lariat, Page ducks and sends Ava bouncing off the near side and into a Spinebuster Slam by the cagey veteran. Page floats over into the cover with a hook of the leg.
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Ava KICKS OUT! *
Markon: ANOTHER BIG KICKOUT! Ava Arthur simply refuses to lose.
Napier: She is getting a lot of help from the Ref too, but she will need all the help she can get to survive against Chris Page.
*Page once again gets to both knees and starts pounding on the mat out of sheer frustration before popping up to his feet where he calls for the Page Plant. *
Napier: THIS IS IT! PUT HER AWAY!
*Chris Page measures Ava as she rolls over to her chest and begins pushing herself up off the mat. Ava reaches her feet and it’s Page who drives a boot to the midsection doubling over Auther. Chris sets her up for the Angel’s Wings only to have Ava counter with a back body drop! Chris lands on the mat and pops back up to his feet where he eats a Superkick that sends Page back into the ropes. Ava charges toward CCP and lands a flying cross-body block that sends both Page and Ava toppling over the top rope sending them landing hard on the floor with a loud thud! *
Markson: OH MY! Both contestants take a nasty spill to the outside.
Napier: That should be an over the top rope disqualification against Ava Arthur. Chris Page wins.
Markson: WHAT!?! There is no top rope rule here, this isn’t early nintes southern rasslin.
*The referee starts to lay the count to both Ava and CCP as they lay prone on the floor. The count reaches five before both participants start to stir with Ava being the first to her feet. She slides back into the ring breaking the count for her. Page gets to his feet at the nine count and is able to dive into the ring just before the referee’s ten count. Chris gets to all fours and is hit with an Oklahoma Roll by Ava!
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Page escapes to a gasp from the crowd! *
Markson: Ava Arthur almost got him there.
Napier: It’s going to take a lot more than a roll-up to take out Chris Page.
Markson: Page has been known to be susceptible to small packages though.
Napier: THAT IS A LIE! PURE ANTI-PAGE PROPAGANDA!
*Ava immediately transitions into Crippler Crossface submission! The crowd doesn’t know who to rally behind but pops huge for the seamless transition! The referee slides into position and starts asking CCP to surrender. Chris refuses as we see Ava crank back harder on the head and neck while trapping the weakened right arm. The referee asks CCP to surrender, again he refuses as Ava cranks harder and harder on the hold!
Chris starts inching his way toward the ropes with pain etched on his face. His left hand comes off the mat to tap out! Page nearly taps but stops his hand inches from the mat. CCP draws his left hand to his mouth and he starts biting it to stop himself from tapping out! *
Markson: Chris Page is digging deep to stay in this one.
Napier: Whatever it takes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Markson: So, you’re saying Page is desperate?
*Ava fiercely cranks on the pressure as she is in firm control until Page uses his left hand to reach back and gouge the eyes of Ava forcing her to release the hold. The referee admonishes Page as he rolls toward a neutral corner clutching at his right arm and shoulder. Page reaches up with his left hand and grabs onto the top rope to assist him in getting to his feet while across the ring Ava gets up holding her eyes allowing her to walk into a Code Breaker from Page! Chris makes the cover on Auther.
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Ava kicks out to a massively loud, mixed reception from the crowd! Page can’t believe it! He gets to his feet arguing with referee Mullet and backing him up into a neutral corner. *
Markson: Another kickout by Ava.
Napier: YOU MEAN ANOTHER SLOW COUNT!
*Chris is livid as he turns around and sees Ava starting to push herself up off the mat. Chris screams out of Auther.
CHRIS PAGE: STAY DOWN!!
Ava reaches her feet where Page comes with a Judas Effect! Arthur ducks under and takes a back waist lock where he lands a Bridging German Suplex!
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THRE…
Page escapes with a kick out to a huge gasp from the crowd!
Page rolls toward the ropes while Ava fights her way back to her feet. Page gets to his feet where he’s met with an explosive shotgun-style dropkick that sends CCP flying back into the buckles! Ava comes forward hoisting Page up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. She wastes no time in climbing up on the middle rope locking in the front face lock before bringing CCP off the top rope with a Superplex sending both participants crashing down to the mat! The referee starts to lay his standing ten-count to both Ava and Page!
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Napier: GET UP CHRIS! GET UP!
Markson: Both contestants seem absolutley spent here, I don’t know if they will be able to answer the count.
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*Ava rolls over draping an arm over the chest of CCP!
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THRE…
Page barely pops a shoulder off the mat to another massive mixed reception! Dueling chants of “LET’S GO AVA/CCP” fills the arena! *
Markson: What an incredible match, both contestants are leaving it all in the ring here tonight.
Napier: It will be incredibler when Chris Page, WINS TONIGHT!
*Ava starts to stir, followed by Page. Ava gets to her feet and is behind Chris as he gets to his hands and knees. Ava looks for the Jaw Breaker! Page throws his head up at the last second narrowly evading the attempt! Ava spins back around and walks right into the Judas Effect elbow strike! Ava collapses to the mat with Page falling down on top of her with a pinfall attempt.
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The crowd roars loudly with cheers and boos as Ava pops her shoulder off the mat eyelashes away from the fatal and final count of three! *
Markson: AVA ARTHUR WITH THE LAST MILISECOND KICKOUT!!!
Napier: NO, NO, NO! THAT WAS THREE! MULLET YOU MORON!!!
*Page can’t believe it as he reaches both knees and starts pulling at his own hair. CCP starts getting back to a vertical base where he snatches Ava up by the hair and sets her up for the Page Plant! Ava yanks hard on the right side as Chris hooked the arms and breaks free before delivering an over-the-shoulder judo throw sending Page back down to the mat!! Ava sets Page up for the Jaw Breaker when….
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the Terry-tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
]"This Time... It's Different."
Ava’s attention turns toward the top of the ramp expecting the International Champion’s appearance.*
Markson: OH COME ON! Don’t ruin this great match Vaughn.
Napier: Peter Vaughn has a vest interest in this match, and every right to be out here.
*CCP snakes a schoolboy from behind with a handful of tights!
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Ava escapes with a kick out and rolls out right to her feet. Aava sees Page getting up and strikes quickie, landing the JAW BREAKER (A soccer kick strike). Ava makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AVA ARTHUR!!!
Markson: SHE DID IT! AVA ARTHUR SHOCKS THE WORLD AGAIN!!!
Napier: NO! NO! NO! THAT WAS A FAST COUNT!!!
Markson: LOOK OUT AVA!!!
*Ava is in the ring with her hands raised when Peter Vaughn strikes from behind, smashing the International Champiosnhip into the back of Ava’s head dropping her flat on the mat. Vaughn begins whipping Ava across the back with the belt as Alexander Marshall hits the ring and grabs Chris Page and begins helping him to his feet.
Page gets up and yells at Vaughn. Vaughn nods his head and begins lifting Ava up, while Marshall goes to the outside and gets a steel chair. Marshall slides the chair into the ring and climbs back in as Vaughn lifts Ava up. The crows begins cheering as Alessia Angelo begins running to the ring. As she does Tristan Slater comes charing from the entranceway behind her and chasing her down the ramp.
Alessia goes to slide into the ring, but as she does Trstan catches her ankles. With a big pull Tristan yanks Alessia off the apron and she falls face first onto the ground. Tristan picks Alessia up and throws her head first into the steel ring steps. Back in the ring Page has Ava set up for the Page Plant, ready to deliver it on the steel chair when suddenly the lights go out in the arena. *
Napier: WHAT IS THIS!?!
Markson: It can’t be anything good for The Cabal.
Napier: I think The Cabal has it covered.
“YOU CALLED FOR CHAOS. CHAOS IS HERE”
*The female voice echoes through the arena and when the lights come back on Ava is laying on the mat and the steel chair is gone. Behind The Cabal stans Zolton who is holding the steel chair. Page turns around first and gets blasted over the head with the chair. Vaughn charges forward and Z slams the end of the chair into Vaughns stomach doubling Vaughn over. Z then lifts the chair overhead and slams it down across the back of Vaughn, dropping him to the mat.
Tristan slides into the ring and as soon as he pops to his feet Z smashes the chair over his head, dropping Tristan. Zolton turns to see Alexander Marshall who is cowering into the corner. Alexander is begging with Zolton. Alexander digs into his pockets and pulls out hands of cash and throws them to Zolton. Zolton looks down at the money laying on the mat, and then drops the chair.
Alexander breathes a sigh of relief. Alexander steps out of the corner and goes to pick up the International championship but as he bends over to pick it up Ava comes from the side of the screen with the Jaw Breaker (soccer kick strike) right to the jaw of Alexander, dropping him cold on the mat.
Ava then slowly looks up at the monstrous Z. Z smirks at her and the two stand staring at each other as the show fades to the closing credits. *