Friday Night Fury 8/11/23 Results
Aug 11, 2023 16:38:27 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Aug 11, 2023 16:38:27 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a black screen with white words that say “On The Last Friday Night Fury”.
The words fade to the ending of the last FNF opening 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.
The shot focuses on the unconscious Alexander and slowly fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
The words fade to the ending of the last FNF opening 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.
The shot focuses on the unconscious Alexander 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 19,,000 people. The camera begins panning around the crowd focusing in on some of the different signs in the audience. *
“EAVAN WILL DEFANG THE SNAKE”
“JMONT SIGHTING”
“CRAM = TPW’S BIGGIE”
“I’LL BE CASHE’S FRIEND”
“WINDOWS > MAC”
“VERONICA IS A PANTHER”
“PAGE DOESN’T WANT CHAOS”
“MALVADOS WILL KILL THE DREAM”
*The camera cuts from the crowd to the ringside commentary table where Mark Markson and Nick “Knows” Napier are sitting. Markson has a huge smile on his face while Napier has a look of annoyance. *
“VERONICA IS A PANTHER”
“PAGE DOESN’T WANT CHAOS”
“MALVADOS WILL KILL THE DREAM”
*The camera cuts from the crowd to the ringside commentary table where Mark Markson and Nick “Knows” Napier are sitting. Markson has a huge smile on his face while Napier has a look of annoyance. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE!!! WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHT FURY! We have a huge show for you all tonight. Debuts claim the fame qualifiers, and a Duos championship match, what a show we have in store for you great Thunderamaniacs tonight.
Napier: We don’t use that term around here anymore.
Markson: What term?
Napier: Thunderamaniacs. Mr. Alexander Marshall has banned it, but you can use the term Thunderamorons.
Markson: I’d never refer to our fans as that.
Napier: Why not? Did you see those signs they were showing from the crowd? They certainly are morons.
Markson: Now see here Nick….
Napier: We don’t use that term around here anymore.
Markson: What term?
Napier: Thunderamaniacs. Mr. Alexander Marshall has banned it, but you can use the term Thunderamorons.
Markson: I’d never refer to our fans as that.
Napier: Why not? Did you see those signs they were showing from the crowd? They certainly are morons.
Markson: Now see here Nick….
*The lights shut completely off. Flashlights from the cell phones are being used. No one has any idea what is going on right now. You can hear all these fans in a panic.*
Markson: I truly hope that the accountant handling the electric bill here at The American Airlines Center didn't miss the payment date.
Napier: That's grounds for termination in my book.
Markson: We are sorry for the black out and hope to have a resolution real soon.
Napier: I hope no one tries to grab my ass and get a cheap feel in the meantime.
Markson: That is all you are worried about right now?
Napier: I mean, we are in Texas.
Markson: I truly hope that the accountant handling the electric bill here at The American Airlines Center didn't miss the payment date.
Napier: That's grounds for termination in my book.
Markson: We are sorry for the black out and hope to have a resolution real soon.
Napier: I hope no one tries to grab my ass and get a cheap feel in the meantime.
Markson: That is all you are worried about right now?
Napier: I mean, we are in Texas.
*We have no idea right now if everyone stayed, or if they left, but the show must go on like any other event. And in this instance, a spotlight hits the center of the ring, and you want to talk about major HEAT. Standing in the middle of the ring, with a clipboard in hand, and a Gucci sweat suit is none other then J Mont. Usually, you would expect the 4th of July and some loud music upon his arrival, but looks like he tried something different this time.*
Markson: I'm really starting to hate this guy more and more everyday.
Napier: This man is the king of mind games. He just did it to you and everyone else here.
*The fans are really letting J Mont have it.*
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
*You almost feel like you are in the playoffs here in Dallas and you were about to win til Dak throws another interception. J Mont leans over near the ropes and is handed a mic. Waiting for the chorus of BOOS to die down before speaking.*
J Mont: Dallas, I have something to show you.
*J Mont puts down the clipboard and microphone. He flips off the fans and drops his Gucci pants to show a pair of Boxer Briefs Saying.*
J Mont: COWBOYS SUCK!!!
*The fans are jumping at J Mont. Throwing every curse word in the book at him. Even a 4 year old girl flipped him the bird. As he picks his pants back up, he is truly enjoying this. Laughing so hard, his eyes are tearing a little. Bending back down, he picks up the clipboard and microphone.*
Markson: Someone just needs to get this guy out of the ring. I'm sure our ratings are at an all time low right now.
Napier: I never seen a show he's been on where the ratings have been bad.
J Mont: Now Dallas, it’s ok. I am here to show you what a WINNER is all about. I'm not going to fumble this or let another team score on me. I am the man that is going to show TPW just why I am the greatest HEEL in the industry. I am going to show TPW why I am on the Mount Rushmore of wrestling GOATS. I can go on and on but I'm here for 1 reason and 1 reason only.
*J Mont puts the mic down and observes the arena. There is no home field advantage here but there never is for J Mont.*
J Mont: Here on my clipboard, I have a checklist of things I'm going to be doing in the month of August or in the very near future. Everything is signed, sealed and delivered but one thing. My tag team turmoil match with Atara Raven as my partner is good to go. My World Title triple threat match with Vaughn and Caedus is good to go. My IIW World Title Defense against John Cavanagah is good to go. My Entity World Title Match in the Grand Awakening against Chris Page is good to go. My match with Justin York in the CCPW versus us is good to go. My wedding to Mia in December is good to go. The only thing not signed yet is an American Title match versus Junko.
Markson: What has he even done to deserve this match?
Napier: Was runner up at the Bash and came out last show, and accepted the open challenge. Do you not pay attention?
Markson: How much has J Mont paid you to say all these things?
Napier: Nothing but if he did, i would be saying a lot better stuff then i have been.
*J Mont slams the clipboard onto the mat and looks directly at the camera.*
J Mont: Junko, you've been hiding and dodging my acceptance to your title. Are you scared that you are going to lose your title on your first defense? That’s ok because it won't be the first time I do it to someone and it won't be the last. I really wish you had some balls to come out here and accept the open challenge that I signed to meet you at The Gladiators Ball. You opened your mouth last show, and I shut it up with a thunderous JKO. Then proceed to sign your open challenge and leave it on your deflated body. And here we are at the next show and not a peep from you. If you Poop your pants and don't want to come out here, I understand. You can still accept it by email ,text, twitter, social media and so on. I guess your answer is NO! Just like, are the Dallas Cowboys going to make the playoffs this year………..
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The roof is about to blow off this place for the hate towards J Mont. He throws the mic down as well now. The pissed off look on his face tells it all. He always gets what he wants but it's hard to get it when the other person is too scared to accept the open challenge that they put out there.*
Markson: I hope Junko doesn't give J Mont this match. He just got here, and as a matter of fact, has he even signed a contract?
Napier: When you are a hired assassin like J Mont, you just come and go as you please. That is what he has done all year, and it's not going to change now.
*The instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a pop from the fans! J Mont smiles as he turns toward the ramp, gesturing with both hands for Junko to bring it on. Seconds pass... and then she steps through the curtain with the American Championship on her shoulder and the contract in her hand. She looks out at the fans and takes a deep breath, visibly uneasy about this confrontation.*
Markson: Well, there she is... the American champion! We haven't seen or heard from Junko Souma since J Mont appeared to answer her challenge. We don't know what's going through her head... but from the look on her face right now, I hate to say it but... I think she might be having second thoughts about that open challenge.
Napier: YA' THINK!? Look at the man standing in the ring right now and look at her! She's staring down the barrel of a loaded gun and what happens when it goes off? KABLAM! Her title reign is over! One does not simply DEFEAT J Mont! She knows that! EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT! If she walks down to that ring and signs that contract, she might as well be walking the green mile! She's DONE!
*Junko begins making her way down, stopping to halfheartedly slap the hands of a couple young fans while keeping her eyes on the man in the ring. J Mont looks down at her from the ring, a sinister smile on his face as he flexes, eager to get this business taken care of. As Junko approaches the apron, she's apprehensive about getting in the ring, prompting J Mont to take a step back and offer the ring to her in an over the top, sarcastic type of way.*
Napier: Look at that! What a gentleman!
Markson: Will you stop?
*Junko climbs onto the apron and then steps through the ropes. Without saying a word, she looks at the championship resting on her shoulder and then down at the contract in her hand. J Mont reaches into his jacket and removes an ink pen, waving it in her face, antagonizing her. Her music cuts and all that's left is the sound of the booing fans. Someone throws a milkshake into the ring, tagging J Mont on the shoulder and ruining his Gucci top!*
Napier: Hey! Somebody arrest that guy!
Markson: I... I think that was a kid!
Napier: SOMEBODY ARREST THAT KID!
*J Mont turns, furious. He flips off the kid and shakes his head before shouting "I'M GONNA KILL YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE PUNK!" He spits into the second row, hitting a grandma who had nothing to do with any of it. Finally, he turns back around, finding Junko exactly where he left her.*
Markson: I apologize, folks... Thunder Pro Wrestling doesn't approve of anything you just witnessed. J Mont isn't even under contract--
Napier: Don't apologize to those people! That old bag can sell that shirt for a grand now that it's been graced with J Mont's DNA!
*Seething, J Mont looms over Junko. He holds up the pen once again. Junko looks up at J Mont, then at the pen. Losing patience, J Mont bends at the waist, shouting right in her face... "SIGN IT!" The fans boo loudly. Junko looks away from him, refusing to look him in the eyes. He doesn't back off, shouting "SIGN IT, YOU COWARD!" Junko looks down at her championship and then at the contract in her hand... then drops the contract on the mat. J Mont shakes his head, disgusted. He turns away from her, gently shaking his head before mouthing "that's what I thought."*
Napier: I knew it! She's scared to face J Mont! SHE'S SCARED!
Markson: I... I don't know what to say. I've never seen Junko Souma walk away from a challenge, let alone one that she made herself--
*Smirking, J Mont turns around... and Junko kicks him right in the balls! The fans EXPLODE! J Mont covers himself with both hands, turning red in the face as he falls down to his knees! With zero hesitation, Junko springs forward... SUPERKICK STRAIGHT TO THE CHIN! J Mont flails backward and rolls toward the apron as Junko scrambles after him, tearing at his clothes, ripping his Gucci top clean off of him before he can escape! J Mont, still holding himself, eyes bulging from the pain, backs up the ramp shirtless, seething! Spittle flies from his mouth with every breath! Junko is breathing heavily, glaring at J Mont from the ring. She looks down at the Gucci top in her hands and throws it down!*
Napier: That's not fair! THAT'S NOT FAIR TO J MONT!
Markson: What are you talking about?! He attacked her from behind two weeks ago! She was looking him dead in the eye when she handed him that receipt! What's not fair about that!?
Napier: ALL OF IT! This whole thing was a set-up! The booing fans, the milkshake, the sneak attack! THIS WHOLE THING WAS RIGGED TO HUMILIATE J MONT!
Markson: J MONT called HER out! This... this was HIS idea!
*Junko reaches down and picks up the contract and the pen that J Mont dropped. She maintains full eye contact with J Mont as she scribbles her name on the contract next to his. The fans are buzzing with anticipation as she picks up the American Championship and places it on her shoulder, then picks up the microphone that J Mont dropped just moments earlier. J Mont is seated on the ramp, shaking his head. Another young fan tosses popcorn in his direction, narrowly missing... the kid shouts "I HATE YOU, J MONT!" He pounds on the ramp and shouts back, "I HATE YOU, TOO!" before forcing himself to stand, still favoring his groin. He points toward the ring, furious. Junko raises the microphone and speaks, her tone low... determined.*
Junko Souma: J Mont... Gladiator's Ball… you asked for this… please understand.
*She throws down the microphone and raises the American Championship over her head. J Mont kicks at nothing and turns around, storming toward the back before stopping in front of the curtain. With one hand, he cradles his groin, with the other, he makes the title belt motion around his waist... and then raises a middle finger to the booing fans!*
Markson: Always the classy one, getting exactly what he wanted and still disrespecting the fans as well as our American champion!
Napier: I'm sorry, getting what he wanted?! J Mont didn't ask for that low blow! J Mont didn't ask to be humiliated! He's a star! A real star! Unlike Junko Souma! He doesn't deserve this kind of treatment! TPW officials should be rolling out the red carpet for a guy like J Mont!
Markson: Regardless of how you feel about J Mont's treatment tonight, the contract is signed, the match is official! Junko Souma will defend her American championship at Gladiator's Ball against J Mont! This... this is a match I never thought I would see, let alone witness right here in Thunder Pro Wrestling! I don't think I'm being hyperbolic by saying that this is a dream match for many fans!
Napier: A dream match? Sure, Markson... Well, let me tell ya' somethin'... this dream match is gonna be a NIGHTMARE for Junko Souma when that bell rings. I can promise you that!
*J Mont turns and leaves through the curtain as we fade out on a shot of Junko playing to the fans with the American Championship held overhead as the shot fades to a commercial break..*
Napier: This man is the king of mind games. He just did it to you and everyone else here.
*The fans are really letting J Mont have it.*
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
*You almost feel like you are in the playoffs here in Dallas and you were about to win til Dak throws another interception. J Mont leans over near the ropes and is handed a mic. Waiting for the chorus of BOOS to die down before speaking.*
J Mont: Dallas, I have something to show you.
*J Mont puts down the clipboard and microphone. He flips off the fans and drops his Gucci pants to show a pair of Boxer Briefs Saying.*
J Mont: COWBOYS SUCK!!!
*The fans are jumping at J Mont. Throwing every curse word in the book at him. Even a 4 year old girl flipped him the bird. As he picks his pants back up, he is truly enjoying this. Laughing so hard, his eyes are tearing a little. Bending back down, he picks up the clipboard and microphone.*
Markson: Someone just needs to get this guy out of the ring. I'm sure our ratings are at an all time low right now.
Napier: I never seen a show he's been on where the ratings have been bad.
J Mont: Now Dallas, it’s ok. I am here to show you what a WINNER is all about. I'm not going to fumble this or let another team score on me. I am the man that is going to show TPW just why I am the greatest HEEL in the industry. I am going to show TPW why I am on the Mount Rushmore of wrestling GOATS. I can go on and on but I'm here for 1 reason and 1 reason only.
*J Mont puts the mic down and observes the arena. There is no home field advantage here but there never is for J Mont.*
J Mont: Here on my clipboard, I have a checklist of things I'm going to be doing in the month of August or in the very near future. Everything is signed, sealed and delivered but one thing. My tag team turmoil match with Atara Raven as my partner is good to go. My World Title triple threat match with Vaughn and Caedus is good to go. My IIW World Title Defense against John Cavanagah is good to go. My Entity World Title Match in the Grand Awakening against Chris Page is good to go. My match with Justin York in the CCPW versus us is good to go. My wedding to Mia in December is good to go. The only thing not signed yet is an American Title match versus Junko.
Markson: What has he even done to deserve this match?
Napier: Was runner up at the Bash and came out last show, and accepted the open challenge. Do you not pay attention?
Markson: How much has J Mont paid you to say all these things?
Napier: Nothing but if he did, i would be saying a lot better stuff then i have been.
*J Mont slams the clipboard onto the mat and looks directly at the camera.*
J Mont: Junko, you've been hiding and dodging my acceptance to your title. Are you scared that you are going to lose your title on your first defense? That’s ok because it won't be the first time I do it to someone and it won't be the last. I really wish you had some balls to come out here and accept the open challenge that I signed to meet you at The Gladiators Ball. You opened your mouth last show, and I shut it up with a thunderous JKO. Then proceed to sign your open challenge and leave it on your deflated body. And here we are at the next show and not a peep from you. If you Poop your pants and don't want to come out here, I understand. You can still accept it by email ,text, twitter, social media and so on. I guess your answer is NO! Just like, are the Dallas Cowboys going to make the playoffs this year………..
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The roof is about to blow off this place for the hate towards J Mont. He throws the mic down as well now. The pissed off look on his face tells it all. He always gets what he wants but it's hard to get it when the other person is too scared to accept the open challenge that they put out there.*
Markson: I hope Junko doesn't give J Mont this match. He just got here, and as a matter of fact, has he even signed a contract?
Napier: When you are a hired assassin like J Mont, you just come and go as you please. That is what he has done all year, and it's not going to change now.
*The instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a pop from the fans! J Mont smiles as he turns toward the ramp, gesturing with both hands for Junko to bring it on. Seconds pass... and then she steps through the curtain with the American Championship on her shoulder and the contract in her hand. She looks out at the fans and takes a deep breath, visibly uneasy about this confrontation.*
Markson: Well, there she is... the American champion! We haven't seen or heard from Junko Souma since J Mont appeared to answer her challenge. We don't know what's going through her head... but from the look on her face right now, I hate to say it but... I think she might be having second thoughts about that open challenge.
Napier: YA' THINK!? Look at the man standing in the ring right now and look at her! She's staring down the barrel of a loaded gun and what happens when it goes off? KABLAM! Her title reign is over! One does not simply DEFEAT J Mont! She knows that! EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT! If she walks down to that ring and signs that contract, she might as well be walking the green mile! She's DONE!
*Junko begins making her way down, stopping to halfheartedly slap the hands of a couple young fans while keeping her eyes on the man in the ring. J Mont looks down at her from the ring, a sinister smile on his face as he flexes, eager to get this business taken care of. As Junko approaches the apron, she's apprehensive about getting in the ring, prompting J Mont to take a step back and offer the ring to her in an over the top, sarcastic type of way.*
Napier: Look at that! What a gentleman!
Markson: Will you stop?
*Junko climbs onto the apron and then steps through the ropes. Without saying a word, she looks at the championship resting on her shoulder and then down at the contract in her hand. J Mont reaches into his jacket and removes an ink pen, waving it in her face, antagonizing her. Her music cuts and all that's left is the sound of the booing fans. Someone throws a milkshake into the ring, tagging J Mont on the shoulder and ruining his Gucci top!*
Napier: Hey! Somebody arrest that guy!
Markson: I... I think that was a kid!
Napier: SOMEBODY ARREST THAT KID!
*J Mont turns, furious. He flips off the kid and shakes his head before shouting "I'M GONNA KILL YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE PUNK!" He spits into the second row, hitting a grandma who had nothing to do with any of it. Finally, he turns back around, finding Junko exactly where he left her.*
Markson: I apologize, folks... Thunder Pro Wrestling doesn't approve of anything you just witnessed. J Mont isn't even under contract--
Napier: Don't apologize to those people! That old bag can sell that shirt for a grand now that it's been graced with J Mont's DNA!
*Seething, J Mont looms over Junko. He holds up the pen once again. Junko looks up at J Mont, then at the pen. Losing patience, J Mont bends at the waist, shouting right in her face... "SIGN IT!" The fans boo loudly. Junko looks away from him, refusing to look him in the eyes. He doesn't back off, shouting "SIGN IT, YOU COWARD!" Junko looks down at her championship and then at the contract in her hand... then drops the contract on the mat. J Mont shakes his head, disgusted. He turns away from her, gently shaking his head before mouthing "that's what I thought."*
Napier: I knew it! She's scared to face J Mont! SHE'S SCARED!
Markson: I... I don't know what to say. I've never seen Junko Souma walk away from a challenge, let alone one that she made herself--
*Smirking, J Mont turns around... and Junko kicks him right in the balls! The fans EXPLODE! J Mont covers himself with both hands, turning red in the face as he falls down to his knees! With zero hesitation, Junko springs forward... SUPERKICK STRAIGHT TO THE CHIN! J Mont flails backward and rolls toward the apron as Junko scrambles after him, tearing at his clothes, ripping his Gucci top clean off of him before he can escape! J Mont, still holding himself, eyes bulging from the pain, backs up the ramp shirtless, seething! Spittle flies from his mouth with every breath! Junko is breathing heavily, glaring at J Mont from the ring. She looks down at the Gucci top in her hands and throws it down!*
Napier: That's not fair! THAT'S NOT FAIR TO J MONT!
Markson: What are you talking about?! He attacked her from behind two weeks ago! She was looking him dead in the eye when she handed him that receipt! What's not fair about that!?
Napier: ALL OF IT! This whole thing was a set-up! The booing fans, the milkshake, the sneak attack! THIS WHOLE THING WAS RIGGED TO HUMILIATE J MONT!
Markson: J MONT called HER out! This... this was HIS idea!
*Junko reaches down and picks up the contract and the pen that J Mont dropped. She maintains full eye contact with J Mont as she scribbles her name on the contract next to his. The fans are buzzing with anticipation as she picks up the American Championship and places it on her shoulder, then picks up the microphone that J Mont dropped just moments earlier. J Mont is seated on the ramp, shaking his head. Another young fan tosses popcorn in his direction, narrowly missing... the kid shouts "I HATE YOU, J MONT!" He pounds on the ramp and shouts back, "I HATE YOU, TOO!" before forcing himself to stand, still favoring his groin. He points toward the ring, furious. Junko raises the microphone and speaks, her tone low... determined.*
Junko Souma: J Mont... Gladiator's Ball… you asked for this… please understand.
*She throws down the microphone and raises the American Championship over her head. J Mont kicks at nothing and turns around, storming toward the back before stopping in front of the curtain. With one hand, he cradles his groin, with the other, he makes the title belt motion around his waist... and then raises a middle finger to the booing fans!*
Markson: Always the classy one, getting exactly what he wanted and still disrespecting the fans as well as our American champion!
Napier: I'm sorry, getting what he wanted?! J Mont didn't ask for that low blow! J Mont didn't ask to be humiliated! He's a star! A real star! Unlike Junko Souma! He doesn't deserve this kind of treatment! TPW officials should be rolling out the red carpet for a guy like J Mont!
Markson: Regardless of how you feel about J Mont's treatment tonight, the contract is signed, the match is official! Junko Souma will defend her American championship at Gladiator's Ball against J Mont! This... this is a match I never thought I would see, let alone witness right here in Thunder Pro Wrestling! I don't think I'm being hyperbolic by saying that this is a dream match for many fans!
Napier: A dream match? Sure, Markson... Well, let me tell ya' somethin'... this dream match is gonna be a NIGHTMARE for Junko Souma when that bell rings. I can promise you that!
*J Mont turns and leaves through the curtain as we fade out on a shot of Junko playing to the fans with the American Championship held overhead as the shot fades to a commercial break..*
Markson: Welcome back TPW fans. It is time for our opening contest, and unfortunatley we have the vile, disgusting, no good, son of a gun, El Diablo Blanco. Guess who is facing. If you guessed a top tier talent, you're wrong. He has been handed a tomato can in Betty Bea.
Napier: HEY! Who are you to doubt Betty Bea?
Markson: You're right, she is a lovely woman and a fine competitor, that El Diablo Blanco just really grinds my gears.
*Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. *
Napier: NOT AGAIN!
Markson: I really can't handle seeing JMont again.
*The Terry-Tron comes alive with a video package. *
*As the video ends the lights come back up in the arena and the shot cuts to Steve Cotton in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
*As the pulsating rhythm of "Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie reverberates throughout the arena, a chorus of boos rises from the crowd. The once-beloved El D now walks to the ring amidst a sea of disdain and animosity. His trademark mask gleams under the spotlight, but there's a newfound arrogance in his stride. With each step, he absorbs the negative energy, relishing in the reaction he elicits. El D thrives in the sea of negativity, his confident stride down the ramp a testament to his ego. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at 217 pounds of unapologetic arrogance, El Diablo Blanco!
*The self-proclaimed "Backyard Phenom" climbs into the ring, his movements deliberate as he taunts the audience. Each pause is met with an eruption of boos, the fans reacting exactly as he wants them to.
Betty Bea stands across the ring as her determined gaze meets El D's confident smirk, and the two competitors lock eyes in a prelude to the battle that's about to unfold. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, already in the ring, hailing from Honey Hill, SC, "Busy" Betty Bea!
*The referee signals for the match to begin, and the bell rings, officially starting the contest. El Diablo Blanco doesn't waste any time asserting his dominance. His size and strength over Betty give him an immediate advantage as El D utilizes a combination of powerful strikes and ruthless slams to keep Betty Bea on the defensive. Despite her best efforts to counter, El D's calculated tactics ensure that she remains at a disadvantage. Pompously, El Diablo Blanco takes every moment that Betty Bea is on the ground to goad the crowd. El D cups his ear… or horn… drawing in the jeers from the rowdy crowd.
Betty Bea is far from a pushover. Her tenacity shines through as she avoids a bodyslam from El Diablo Blanco with impressive agility. Betty drops down behind El D and hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head. El Diablo Blanco falls forward from the force, draping himself across the middle rope. Betty runs the ropes and lands on the prone back of El D with double knees, taking the breath out of The Cabal member. With each move she executes, the crowd's cheers grow louder, rallying behind the underdog. She showcases her technical prowess, outmaneuvering El D in moments that leave both the fans and El D momentarily surprised. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at 217 pounds of unapologetic arrogance, El Diablo Blanco!
*The self-proclaimed "Backyard Phenom" climbs into the ring, his movements deliberate as he taunts the audience. Each pause is met with an eruption of boos, the fans reacting exactly as he wants them to.
Betty Bea stands across the ring as her determined gaze meets El D's confident smirk, and the two competitors lock eyes in a prelude to the battle that's about to unfold. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, already in the ring, hailing from Honey Hill, SC, "Busy" Betty Bea!
*The referee signals for the match to begin, and the bell rings, officially starting the contest. El Diablo Blanco doesn't waste any time asserting his dominance. His size and strength over Betty give him an immediate advantage as El D utilizes a combination of powerful strikes and ruthless slams to keep Betty Bea on the defensive. Despite her best efforts to counter, El D's calculated tactics ensure that she remains at a disadvantage. Pompously, El Diablo Blanco takes every moment that Betty Bea is on the ground to goad the crowd. El D cups his ear… or horn… drawing in the jeers from the rowdy crowd.
Betty Bea is far from a pushover. Her tenacity shines through as she avoids a bodyslam from El Diablo Blanco with impressive agility. Betty drops down behind El D and hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head. El Diablo Blanco falls forward from the force, draping himself across the middle rope. Betty runs the ropes and lands on the prone back of El D with double knees, taking the breath out of The Cabal member. With each move she executes, the crowd's cheers grow louder, rallying behind the underdog. She showcases her technical prowess, outmaneuvering El D in moments that leave both the fans and El D momentarily surprised. *
Markson: YES!!! GET HIM BETTY!!!
Napier: Oh stop it, Ava Arthur already has the underdog gimmick on lock, there isn't room for two of them in TPW.
*As the match progresses, El D's frustration becomes more evident. Betty Bea's resilience begins to take a toll on his arrogance. As Betty looks for a lockup, El Diablo Blanco yells for the referee to look at a fan in the crowd. Thrown off by the request, the referee actually looks out into the crowd. El D quickly gouges a thumb into Betty’s eye, momentarily blinding her. The referee turns back around with a confused look on their face. El D tells the referee “Nevermind. I thought I saw a squirrel.”
With attention turned back to Betty, El D hits a snap suplex taking her down to the mat. He is then quick to make the cover. *
With attention turned back to Betty, El D hits a snap suplex taking her down to the mat. He is then quick to make the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Markon: Betty Bea with the kickout, she is still in this, she is hanging on like a hair in a biscuit.
Napier: What did you just say?
*Betty Bea refuses to back down. El Diablo Blanco shoots her into the ropes, looking for a spinebuster. Instead, El D is met with a kick to the face followed by a subsequent spin kick that takes the masked Cabal member to the mat. The crowd rallies behind Betty, chanting her name and urging her to keep fighting.
An irate El D quickly gets to his feet and simply hits her with a stiff closed fist that drops Betty to the mat. The crowd collectively gasps and even the referee drops down to check on Betty Bea. As El Diablo Blanco takes a step closer to Betty, the referee gets in his way, motioning for him to step back. El D grabs the referee by the collar and threatens to hit him too. The referee lets him know if he lays another finger on him, El D will be disqualified. *
An irate El D quickly gets to his feet and simply hits her with a stiff closed fist that drops Betty to the mat. The crowd collectively gasps and even the referee drops down to check on Betty Bea. As El Diablo Blanco takes a step closer to Betty, the referee gets in his way, motioning for him to step back. El D grabs the referee by the collar and threatens to hit him too. The referee lets him know if he lays another finger on him, El D will be disqualified. *
Markson: WHAT A SCUMBAG!
Napier: Well his entrance music is scum of the Earth.
*El D releases his hold of the ref and instead goes to the corner. El D climbs the turnbuckles, setting up for Feeling Froggy. El D leaps off the top rope but, in a split-second decision, Betty Bea rolls out of harm's way, causing El D to crash onto the mat with a resounding thud.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Betty Bea seizes the opportunity. She springs to her feet, determined to turn the tide in her favor. She quickly and precisely rolls El D up, taking him by surprise. The referee drops to make the count . *
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KICKOUT!!!
Napier: HEY! THAT COUNT LOOKED FAST REF!
Markson: I wish it had been faster.
*El D barely gets a shoulder up before the three count. There is no doubt that Betty Bea is showing a great deal of determination for an enhancement talent. El D ducks a clothesline from Betty and immediately rolls her up in a schoolboy. With his free arm, El D grabs the middle rope for more leverage as the ref drops down for the pin attempt.
But El D's cunning nature comes into play. Desperate to avoid the three-count, he reaches out and grabs onto the ropes for extra leverage. He puts his feet on the middle rope, a deceitful move aimed at securing victory through underhanded means. *
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But El D's cunning nature comes into play. Desperate to avoid the three-count, he reaches out and grabs onto the ropes for extra leverage. He puts his feet on the middle rope, a deceitful move aimed at securing victory through underhanded means. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... EL DIABLO BLANCO!!!
*The crowd boos as El Diablo Blanco secures the win through dishonest tactics. Betty Bea looks disappointed but determined, having showcased her fighting spirit against all odds.
El Diablo Blanco stands over Betty Bea and only has one thing to say to her, “Now that’s how you do a roll-up.”
As El D exits the ring, a smug grin tugs at his lips. He's aware that his victory is tainted, yet he revels in it nonetheless. He walks up the ramp, his ego boosted by the win, while Betty Bea regroups in the ring, her determination and heart earning the audience's respect. There are actually small chants of Bet-ty, Bet-ty, Bet-ty.
Betty Bea, her guard temporarily lowered in the midst of the cheers, turns just in time to see El D lunging toward her. Before she can react, the Backyard Phenom blindsides her with a ruthless attack. The crowd's collective gasp turns into a chorus of anger as El D's actions are met with disapproval.
El D yells for Betty Bea to get back to her feet as he reaches into his pocket. El Diablo Blanco, fueled by his own malevolence, looks poised to unleash a fireball aimed directly at Betty Bea's face. The air grows thick with tension, the arena holding its breath in collective shock as Betty Bea pulls herself up with assistance from the ropes.
The crowd's shock gives way to renewed cheers as the familiar form of Matt Knox enters the fray. Knox storms into the ring, immediately taking El D off his feet. Knox mounts El Diablo Blanco, finally getting a taste of retribution and he hammers away at a prone El D. Knox pops up to his feet screaming at El Diablo Blanco as the crowd continues to go nuts for him. El D grabs on the ropes to pull himself up to his feet but Knox is waiting for him with The Murder, The Mercy.
Knox wrenches away with the hold, showing no mercy. El D’s arms are flailing, trying to escape but to no avail. El D’s eyes roll back and he goes limp.
Knox finally releases the hold from El Diablo’s lifeless body but now he’s got a sinister look on his own face. Knox rolls out under the bottom rope and flips up the ring apron. Matt Knox looks out at the crowd with a devilish grin before reaching under and pulling out a gas container. The crowd roars in excitement as Knox places the container on the ring apron and rolls back in.
Matt Knox circles El Diablo Blanco as he is still laid out in the center of the ring. Knox unscrews the cap and looks out at the audience for approval. Getting the reaction he wanted, Matt Knox turns the container over, dousing El D in the liquid. The smell of the gasoline wakes El D up, who doesn’t quite know where he is. When he finally does, El Diablo Blanco freaks out. Sitting up, El D backs himself up until he’s in the corner. Knox keeps stepping closer as El D begs him to stop.
A smirk comes across Knox’s face as he sets the container down and produces a matchbook. El D is screaming for Knox to stop what he’s doing as Knox draws a match from the book. *
Matt Knox: Give me one reason why I shouldn’t burn you to the ground right now.
*The scared look on El Diablo Blanco’s face disappears and becomes very serious. *
El Diablo Blanco: TURN AROUND!
*A confused Matt Knox turns around right as a hand grasps him by the neck. Standing maybe only an inch or two taller than Matt Knox’s already tall frame stands a muscular man wearing a crimson-red reptilian mask and a shoulder pad with spikes coming out of it. Knox tries to fight the grip of this mysterious man but it is too much. The masked man lets out a roar as his black-painted tongue sticks out of his mouth. With ease, the man lifts Matt Knox up in the air and drops him back down to the mat with a chokeslam. Knox hits the mat with a thunderous thud.
The mysterious person makes his way over to El Diablo Blanco as Knox takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring. The reptilian wrestler stands over El D, who is still crouched in the corner. He extends a hand and El D accepts the assistance. A big smile comes across El D’s face as he pats the mystery man on the shoulder. He then grabs at his own throat, still feeling the effects of Knox’s The Murder, The Mercy.
Knox is making his way back up the ramp when El Diablo Blanco calls to him over a microphone with a raspy voice. *
El Diablo Blanco: Where are you going, Knoxy Baby?
*Knox stops halfway up, turning around to El D. *
El Diablo Blanco: It looks like you’ve met my friend up close and personal.
*El D laughs but coughs. *
El Diablo Blanco: I seem to have forgotten my matters, Brother. Let me properly introduce you and the rest of the world to Heloderma. You better watch out, Knox, because the next time you come after me you might just get stung by his venomous grip.
*Matt Knox is inaudibly yelling at El D while clutching at his own neck. *
El Diablo Blanco: I’m not done, Brother. I see that I’m not the only one around here that likes to play with fire. You really wanna see me get burned, don’t you?
*The ringside crew has brought Knox his own microphone. *
Matt Knox: Just as much as you burned everyone who ever believed in you, ‘Brother’. Look at you…ticking all the boxes. Black Mask. Henchman..or, sub-henchman considering you’re just Alexander and Chris’s clown king of stooges.
*Knox takes a step back toward the ring, refinding his confidence after assessing the new threat. *
Matt Knox: And the fire I could start with just you? It’ll be the one to engulf them all.
El Diablo Blanco: Then why don’t you finish what you started here tonight?
*Knox takes a step towards the ring before El D cuts him off. *
El Diablo Blanco: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not talking about right now, Brother. September 15th! Gladiators Ball! If you want to play with fire then you just might get burned.
Matt Knox: Look at the lucky man, picking the date of his own funeral.
Matt Knox: And the fire I could start with just you? It’ll be the one to engulf them all.
El Diablo Blanco: Then why don’t you finish what you started here tonight?
*Knox takes a step towards the ring before El D cuts him off. *
El Diablo Blanco: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not talking about right now, Brother. September 15th! Gladiators Ball! If you want to play with fire then you just might get burned.
Matt Knox: Look at the lucky man, picking the date of his own funeral.
El Diablo Blanco: Oh no, Knoxy Baby. You want to burn me to the ground then you’re going to have to take the same risks because Good Ol El D will meet The Raven in the right at Gladiators Ball in an INFERNO MATCH!!!
*The crowd audibly gasps at the sound of an Inferno Match, followed by ravenous cheers for violence. A worried look comes across Matt Knox’s face but is quickly replaced by a devilish sneer. The two continue to deliver verbal jabs at one another off-mic as Fury goes to a commercial. *
*The crowd audibly gasps at the sound of an Inferno Match, followed by ravenous cheers for violence. A worried look comes across Matt Knox’s face but is quickly replaced by a devilish sneer. The two continue to deliver verbal jabs at one another off-mic as Fury goes to a commercial. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a FATAL FORWAY MATCH! Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and weighing in at 165 lbs, and making is TPW DEBUT! This is… SNAKE BITE!!!
*The words "Alright, now let's do this" are heard throughout the arena before the lights go out. Only a second of silence follows before the instrumental to "Coming 2 Serve You" by Flesh-N-Bone begins playing through the sound system, as the lights flash to the beat. Out walks Snakebite with a snarl smeared on his face, looking around at all the fans in attendance. He then grins, showing off his teeth, before making his way down the ramp towards the ring as Flesh-N-Bone's vocals keep him focused.
Snakebite slowly makes his way around the ring to the ring steps on the backside. He makes his way up the steps looking out at the fans, before making his way through the ropes and into the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The second competitor, also making his TPW DEBUT! From Electric City, New York, and weighing in at 191lbs, this is… JEREMY THE WICKED!!!
*The opening bassline of Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" starts up as the lights in the arena lower.
"At home drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top. Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a "V", and the dead lay in pools of maroon below."
Jeremy The Wicked steps out from behind the curtain on stage. He pounds his chest and yells something unintelligible at the crowd.
"Daddy didn't give attention.
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care.
King Jeremy the wicked. Oh, ruled his world"
As the chorus kicks in, Jeremy the Wicked tosses his arms into the air before he brings them down with ferocity and heads down to the ring ready to fight.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, from Reno Nevada, and weighing in at 245lbs, he is THE UNWANTED… ATLAS MOORE!!!
*Thick smoke fills the arena as the lights dim, strobing red and yellow lights flash as the song intro plays. As the guitars pick up, Atlas enters, walking menacingly to the ring. He remains focused on the ring, staring a hole into both of his opponents. As he gets onto the apron, he stands with his back to the inside of the ring and removes his mask as the chorus hits. He enters the ring and faces the hard cam.*
Steve Cotton: AND INTRODUCING THE FINAL CONTESTANT! From New Egypt, NJ and weighing in at 123lbs, she is SKYOBITTY… EAVAN MALONEY!!!
*5FDP’s “Mama’s Gonna Knock You Out: begins to play and the crowd reacts mainly out of surprise. Three motorcycles roll out onto the stage, the three riders all wearing plague masks and leather biker vests. As the three park their bikes, the one in the middle reaches into their vest and pulls out a microphone. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a FATAL FORWAY MATCH! Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and weighing in at 165 lbs, and making is TPW DEBUT! This is… SNAKE BITE!!!
*The words "Alright, now let's do this" are heard throughout the arena before the lights go out. Only a second of silence follows before the instrumental to "Coming 2 Serve You" by Flesh-N-Bone begins playing through the sound system, as the lights flash to the beat. Out walks Snakebite with a snarl smeared on his face, looking around at all the fans in attendance. He then grins, showing off his teeth, before making his way down the ramp towards the ring as Flesh-N-Bone's vocals keep him focused.
Snakebite slowly makes his way around the ring to the ring steps on the backside. He makes his way up the steps looking out at the fans, before making his way through the ropes and into the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The second competitor, also making his TPW DEBUT! From Electric City, New York, and weighing in at 191lbs, this is… JEREMY THE WICKED!!!
*The opening bassline of Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" starts up as the lights in the arena lower.
"At home drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top. Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a "V", and the dead lay in pools of maroon below."
Jeremy The Wicked steps out from behind the curtain on stage. He pounds his chest and yells something unintelligible at the crowd.
"Daddy didn't give attention.
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care.
King Jeremy the wicked. Oh, ruled his world"
As the chorus kicks in, Jeremy the Wicked tosses his arms into the air before he brings them down with ferocity and heads down to the ring ready to fight.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, from Reno Nevada, and weighing in at 245lbs, he is THE UNWANTED… ATLAS MOORE!!!
*Thick smoke fills the arena as the lights dim, strobing red and yellow lights flash as the song intro plays. As the guitars pick up, Atlas enters, walking menacingly to the ring. He remains focused on the ring, staring a hole into both of his opponents. As he gets onto the apron, he stands with his back to the inside of the ring and removes his mask as the chorus hits. He enters the ring and faces the hard cam.*
Steve Cotton: AND INTRODUCING THE FINAL CONTESTANT! From New Egypt, NJ and weighing in at 123lbs, she is SKYOBITTY… EAVAN MALONEY!!!
*5FDP’s “Mama’s Gonna Knock You Out: begins to play and the crowd reacts mainly out of surprise. Three motorcycles roll out onto the stage, the three riders all wearing plague masks and leather biker vests. As the three park their bikes, the one in the middle reaches into their vest and pulls out a microphone. *
Eavan Maloney: Who’s ready for storytime?
*The one speaking takes her plague mask off, revealing herself to be Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney as the other two stand behind her, arms crossed. *
Markson: Obviously we can see Eavan Maloney there but who are the other two towering behind her?
Napier: I think we’re about to find out.
Eavan Maloney: So, there once was a little company out of Colorado called Mile High Wrestling. Mr. Murder Noodle with the lime jello hair over there used to run the place. Well, okay, let’s be real, he signed the checks, the Shieldmaidens ran the place. Poor Robbie, after awhile, starting seeing all his titles being held by us. The ThrowDown TV title being held by Titaness, Psycho, and my first guest with me. Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini. The Tag titles being held a few times, wasn’t it? Bandit with Widow, Titaness and Killer Carbajal. The Phoenix Title held twice by Bullet. And the Hardcore Title held by my other guest. Katrina “Hairicin” Knox. We were The Purge, a little more rebellious than the rest. Hell, he even created a SECOND show and Bruiser took THAT show’s title.”
*The other two women, Zombie and Hairicin, remove their plague masks and toss them aside. Inside the ring, Mack is rolling his hand as if telling Eavan to get to the point. *
Eavan Maloney: “Now, as Mack watched every one of his titles falling prey to us, he kept a death grip on the top prize, The Ultimate Championship. In his mind, as long as we didn’t shake the hierarchy, everything was fine until a certain match took place. A chance AT said heavyweight title. And the person who won that match is the one holding the microphone. How dare I, the Shieldmaiden too chaotic to tame, be the one who stands across from the champion? Do you know what scared ol’ Snakebite the most? I damned near won it. So Robbie has never liked me for that because he would have to acknowledge the fact that the one who shouldn’t have had a shot in hell - did. By the way, thanks for the induction in the Hall of Fame, it was the least you could have done.”
*The three ladies applaud and bow sarcastically to Snakebite. *
Eavan Maloney: And now here you are again, a year and a half later, and you got set off by a tweet, or I guess it’s an X now. Whatever. A single meme and he rushed into the Thunder Pro offices and probably demanded a match with me. But, you know, go ahead and keep calling me a sissy because I wouldn’t play your reindeer games online. Fact is, boy, I wanted you mad. I wanted you whining all over social media. I wanted you frustrated walking into that ring tonight. When are you going to learn? You can’t beat us. But I’m going to have a blast kicking your ass.”
*The other Shieldmaidens hop the barricade and take over two seats in the front row and share a kid’s box of popcorn as Eavan runs into the ring. *
Markson: I knew that Snakebite and Eavan Maloney had a history, but the story is deeper than I imagined.
Napier: Look Mark, if there is one thing women are good at, it's holding a grudge.
*The bell rings and Eavan Maloney wastes no, charging Snakebite with a dropkick to the knees. Snakebite was busy looking at Atlas Moore like a proud father before falling face first. In the meantime, Atlas Moore charges Jeremy The Wicked with a jumping knee, causing Jeremy to stumble backwards into the ropes. Atlas then charges Jeremy with a clothesline, but Jeremy avoids it by pushing Atlas up and over the top rope to the outside. Eavan has mounted Snakebite with rights and lefts to the face as Snakebite tries to protect himself, but Eavan is throwing those fists hard.*
Markson: Eavan Maloney clearly has a target in this match, and his name is Snakebite.
Napier: Maloney better focus on the other men in this match, there are two other very dangerous men in there.
*Jeremy grabs Eavan and throws her off of Snakebite. As she gets to her feet, Jeremy charges her with a spear. But Eavan lifts her knee, catching Jeremy in the top of the skull. Snakebite is getting to his feet, so Eavan quickly walks back towards him. Snakebite lifts Eavan up and drops her to the mat with a spinebuster. He then mounts her and starts repeatedly driving his elbow into her face. Atlas is back in the ring with a baseball bat as the fans cheer. They may not like Atlas Moore, but they love baseball bats being used as weapons.*
Markson: WHAT IS ATLAS MOORE DOING!?!?!
Napier: Fatal four-way means no disqualification. Come on Mark, you should know this stuff.
*Snakebite takes notice of Atlas and gets off of Eavan. Grinning ear to ear, Snakebite tries to talk to Atlas like he's his friend. Just as Snakebite gets close enough, Atlas swings the bat into the side of Snakebite's head, knocking him completely out. Snakebite's body rolls out of the ring to the outside. Jeremy is behind Atlas and spins him around. Jeremy goes for a snap suplex causing Atlas to drop the bat. But Atlas pushes Jeremy off of him causing The Wicked to stumble backwards into the ropes. Jeremy pushes off the ropes with a rebound clothesline to The Unwanted.*
Markson: Atlas Moore might have knocked Jeremy Wicked out with that lariat, and he certainly knocked Snakebite out.
Napier: If Snakebite didn't have brain damage before, he certainly does now.
*As soon as Jeremy is standing tall, Eavan catches him in the side of the head with a superkick she calls the Sorsh Shot. Atlas is already getting up, and Eavan takes notice. Eavan starts delivering chops to the chest of Atlas until he goes for a standing big boot. But Eavan ducks before spinning Atlas around into a belly to belly suplex, but Atlas blocks, dropping his hip and weight. Atlas throws his arms you breaking Eavan's hold. Eavan staggers back, but catches her footing and delivers a superkick to Atlas. After Atlas' body hits the mat, he rolls to the outside. Jeremy is rolling back into the ring and Eavan sees him in the corner of her eyes. The two meet in the middle of the ring and start exchanging rights. Eavan ends the back and forth with a dropkick to the knee, taking Jeremy down.*
Markson: Eavan Maloney is fighting like a woman possessed here tonight.
Napier: She messes around with dark stuff, so she might actually be possessed.
*Eavan quickly looks around for Snakebite, noticing he is out cold on the outside. Jeremy is getting back up so she charges him with a clothesline, but he ducks under sending her to the corner of the ring. Jeremy quickly charges Eavan with a clothesline in the corner, and then quickly hooks her into a bulldog towards the middle of the ring. Atlas is slowly pulling himself up on the outside as Jeremy goes for a quick pin on Eavan.*
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Eavan Maloney kicks out at one. How do you fit so much fight into one small body?
Napier: Eavan Maloney is proving herself her tonight, you know she might make Cabal material.
*Eavan kicks out no problem. Jeremy gets to his feet and brings Eavan up with him. He lifts her up into a gorilla press position before dropping her with a gorilla press slam. Atlas is back in the ring and rams his shoulder into the back of Jeremy's leg, causing him to drop to one knee. Atlas pulls Jeremy to his feet and drops him with a brainbuster. Atlas hooks the leg.*
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KICKOUT!
Markson: SO CLOSE! Atlas Moore almost put that one away.
Napier: He should use that bat again, then he'd win.
*Atlas pounds the mat a couple times in frustration. He gets to his feet and gets caught in the side of the head with Eavan's second Sorsh Shot of the match. Atlas wobbles and drops to one knee. As Eavan approaches Atlas, he comes back quicker than expected with a release flapjack. He follows that with a low lariat to the back of Eavan's head. While Eavan lays with her face in the mat, Atlas mounts her from behind and starts throwing vicious elbows to the back of her skull. He continues until Jeremy grabs him from behind and throws him off. Jeremy holds his head as he goes after Atlas. As Atlas gets to his feet, Jeremy drops him with a Gourdbuster. Jeremy pins Atlas.*
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Atlas Moore with a big kickout at one as well,
Napier: Atlas Moore is a big man and seems to be able to absorb a lot of punishment, maybe Jeremy should have used that baseball bat on
*Eavan comes flying boot first into the side of Jeremy's head with a running front kick. Eavan quickly rolls Jeremy out of the ring the rest of the way before going to Atlas and hooking the leg.
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KICKOUT!
Atlas kicks out before the count of two. Eavan takes a deep breath and thinks about her next move. She then gets to her feet and slowly pulls Atlas to his. Atlas hits a European uppercut out of nowhere causing Eavan to stumble backwards. Atlas approaches her and throws a hard right. Then another! And another! Eavan retaliates with a dropkick to the knee causing Atlas to fall to one knee again. She grabs his head, but Atlas comes up with another European uppercut. Atlas moves backwards and pushes off the ropes charging Eavan with a crossbody. Atlas Moore to his feet as he grabs one of Eavan's legs and puts her into position for a single- leg crab. But Jeremy is back in the ring. Atlas lets go of Eavan and charges Jeremy. Jeremy takes Atlas down with a drop toe hold.*
Markson: Jeremy The Wicked taking down Atlas Moore, if Atlas was able to hold onto that single-leg crab he might have been able to force a submission.
Napier: I don’t know if Eavan Maloney would have verbally submitted, but her body probably would have given out.
*Atlas back to his feet and Jeremy catches him with a spinning left-hand punch that he calls the Surprise Left! And then quickly without hesitation, Jeremy Unleashed The Lion, his version of a ripcord lariat! Before Jeremy can go for a pin, Eavan is back to her feet and spins Jeremy around into an impaler DDT that she calls Gnat Gnat!*
Eavan gets behind Jeremy and brings his head up into her Tap Or Die submission, her version of the dragon sleeper. But as she applies pressure, Snakebite slowly slides into the ring across from her making direct eye contact. Eavan releases the hold and shoves Jeremy's head down. She gets to her feet and stares a hole through Snakebite as he smirks at her. The two slowly approach each other and Eavan throws a hard right. Snakebite returns a right. Eavan throws another, but Snakebite blocks it this time before springing forward with a vicious clothesline. As Eavan gets to her feet, Snakebite grabs her by the hair and pulls her head in between his legs for a piledriver. But Eavan brings her upper body upwards, flipping Snakebite over her.*
Markson: If Eavan wasn’t so focused on Snakebite she might have been able to put this away already.
Napier: Something about methy-looking dudes with prison tats, just makes crazy women become obsessed with them.
*As Snakebite gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, Eavan charges him with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope to the outside. Eavan runs the ropes opposite side and then charges back towards Snakebite, jumping through to ropes with a suicide dive. But Snakeite moves out of the way as Eavan goes head first into the barricade. Back inside the ring, Atlas crawls over Jeremy for a pin.*
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Jeremy The Wicked with a big kickout, and Eavan Maloney looks hurt on the outside.
Napier: You know, I don’t think Snakebite cares about winning, I think he just cares about making Eavan Maloney hurt.
*Jeremy kicks out! Snakebite is already rolling into the ring. He grabs Atlas, pulls him up, and throws him over the top rope to the outside, opposite of Eavan Maloney. Jeremy is slowly wobbling to his feet. Snakebite grabs him and goes for his version of the double under hook powerbomb, but while up on Snakebite's shoulders Jeremy punches Snakebite in the head twice, causing Snakebite to fall to his back. Jeremy rolls away and slowly gets to his feet, breathing hard. Snakebite slowly starts to get up. Jeremy hits Snakebite with the Surprise Left, and then he Unleashed The Lion again! Jeremy hooks the leg!*
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BROKEN UP!
Markson: ATLAS MOORE BREAKS THE PINFALL UP!!!
Napier: I thought Jeremy the Wicked has it there, but Moore pulled the rug out from under him.
*Atlas Moore breaks the pin up with a stomp to the head. Atlas pulls Jeremy up by his head before hooking him into his Death Sentence finisher, which is his version of a body-scissored dragon sleeper. Atlas is wrenching and yelling for Jeremy to tap out.*
Markson: Atlas Moore has Jeremy The Wicked locked in his special submission in the middle of the ring, are we going to see a submission here?
Napier: Jeremy doesn’t look like someone smart enough to tap out, but he might just pass out.
*Eavan is back in the ring and stomps down onto Atlas Moore's face. He still holds onto the submission, so Eavan starts stomping repeatedly on his face until he lets go. Atlas starts getting to his feet frustrated, and Eavan goes to kick him in the gut. But Atlas catches her foot and then sends a mean headbutt to her skull.
Atlas grabs Eavan by the hair and back of her bottoms and goes to throw her out of the ring, but she swings around and reverses, throwing him out of the ring. Snakebite is slowly getting back to his feet and Eavan takes notice. Breathing heavily, but with a grin on her face, Eavan Maloney sizes Snakebite up. Once to his feet, Eavan drops him with her Sykobitty Stunner, also known as an RKO. She hooks the leg!*
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… EAVAN MALONEY!!!
Markson: Two victories in a row for Eavan Maloney, she will definitley be carrying some major momentum heading into her Claim The Fame match.
Napier: One of the very rare occasions I have to agree with you Mark. It may have taken Eavan Maloney a bit to find her stride here in TPW but she appears to have found it.
Markson: LOOK OUT!!!
*Eavan is standing in the ring with her arm raised in victory when from behind Khloe Cox appears from the crowd. Khloe slides into the ring and as Eavan turns to hear the warning of her Plague friends, she turns into a Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum) from Khloe Cox.
Cox has a microphone in hand, and she grabs Eavan with her other hand and starts slamming the microphone into the head of Cox. Maloney's Plague friends Zombie and Hairicin try jumping the railing, but is stopped by TPW security. After five hard shots to the head with the microphone, Cox drops Maloney's head and leaves her on the mat. Khloe Kox stands with a microphone, her demeanor intense and unsettling. Her eyes are ablaze with a mix of aggression and madness. Beside her, Eavan Maloney lies on the mat, dazed and struggling to rise. As Khloe speaks, her words are punctuated by sporadic kicks and strikes towards Eavan.*
Khloe: You know, Eavan, they always said I was a ticking time bomb. They said I had demons crawling under my skin, whispering in my ear. But you, Eavan, you've pushed me to let them out.
*She paces the ring, her movements almost jittery, as if barely containing her intensity.*
Khloe: I used to be a puppet, a marionette dancing to society's tune. Smile, be polite, take your medication. Oh, that damn medication—they wanted me numb, they wanted me docile, but not anymore.
*She laughs, a manic edge to her voice, before snapping back to focus.*
Khloe: I've taken off the mask, Eavan. That mask they wanted me to wear to fit into their pretty little world. But you see, this face—the real face—it's not pretty. It's raw, it's vicious, and it's ready to tear you apart.
* Khloe's words come out like a torrent, her breathing fast and erratic.*
Khloe: They call it wrestling, they call it entertainment. But what's entertaining about beating your opponent to a pulp? What's entertaining about feeling their bones break under your fists, their screams echoing in your ears?
*Her eyes seem to dart around, as if seeing things that aren't there. She then gives Eavan several kicks to the sides.*
Khloe: I see it, Eavan! I see the chaos, the darkness swirling around you. It's like a storm, a hurricane waiting to be unleashed. And I want to be that hurricane, tearing through you until there's nothing left but shattered pieces.
*Khloe suddenly kicks Eavan's ribs again, the impact echoing through the arena.*
Khloe: Do you feel that, Eavan? Do you feel the pain, the anger that's been boiling inside me? You thought you could manipulate me, know me, empathize ….but you've awoken something darker than you could ever imagine.
*She delivers a swift kick to Eavan , a grim smile playing on her lips.*
Khloe: This isn't entertainment. This is me, letting loose, letting the chaos consume me. This is me WANTING to hurt you
*As she speaks, she kicks Eavan again, this time aiming for her arm.*
Khloe: You thought I was just another competitor, just another name on your list. But you were wrong, Eavan. You were so damn wrong. I'm not just another name. I'm a force to be reckoned with.
*Her words are accompanied by another kick to Eavan's midsection, causing Eavan to groan in pain.*
Khloe: You're lying there, Eavan, broken and battered. But guess what? I'm not done yet. I'm not done showing you the true extent of my rage, my fury.
*Khloe delivers a fierce kick to Eavan's back, causing Eavan to writhe in pain.*
Khloe: You think you can survive this, Eavan? You think you can withstand the storm that's roaring inside me? You thought you could mess with my mind, but you underestimated just how far I'm willing to go.
*With every word, Khloe's strikes grow more aggressive, more ruthless.*
Khloe: So, Eavan, brace yourself. Brace yourself for the pain, the suffering, the chaos. I'm not just a wrestler, Eavan. I'm a warrior, a force of nature, and you're about to experience the full brunt of it.
*Khloe's voice rises with every word, each sentence punctuated by another brutal kick or strike.*
Khloe: This isn't a match, Eavan. This is a reckoning. This is me letting go of the chains, embracing the darkness, and showing you just how dangerous I can be.
*With a final, powerful kick to Eavan's chest, Khloe drops the microphone. Just as she turns to leave the ring, a group of security personnel rush in, surrounding her, and cautiously moving in to escort her out of the ring.
Khloe struggles against their grip, her wild eyes locking onto the camera.*
Khloe: You see this, Eavan? They think they can control me. But they can't. I'm a force that can't be contained, that can't be tamed. And you, Eavan, you've awakened something in me that they can't stop.
*Khloe's voice is a mix of aggression and madness as the security team manages to guide her out of the ring, the camera capturing her intense gaze until she disappears behind the curtains as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
Khloe: You know, Eavan, they always said I was a ticking time bomb. They said I had demons crawling under my skin, whispering in my ear. But you, Eavan, you've pushed me to let them out.
*She paces the ring, her movements almost jittery, as if barely containing her intensity.*
Khloe: I used to be a puppet, a marionette dancing to society's tune. Smile, be polite, take your medication. Oh, that damn medication—they wanted me numb, they wanted me docile, but not anymore.
*She laughs, a manic edge to her voice, before snapping back to focus.*
Khloe: I've taken off the mask, Eavan. That mask they wanted me to wear to fit into their pretty little world. But you see, this face—the real face—it's not pretty. It's raw, it's vicious, and it's ready to tear you apart.
* Khloe's words come out like a torrent, her breathing fast and erratic.*
Khloe: They call it wrestling, they call it entertainment. But what's entertaining about beating your opponent to a pulp? What's entertaining about feeling their bones break under your fists, their screams echoing in your ears?
*Her eyes seem to dart around, as if seeing things that aren't there. She then gives Eavan several kicks to the sides.*
Khloe: I see it, Eavan! I see the chaos, the darkness swirling around you. It's like a storm, a hurricane waiting to be unleashed. And I want to be that hurricane, tearing through you until there's nothing left but shattered pieces.
*Khloe suddenly kicks Eavan's ribs again, the impact echoing through the arena.*
Khloe: Do you feel that, Eavan? Do you feel the pain, the anger that's been boiling inside me? You thought you could manipulate me, know me, empathize ….but you've awoken something darker than you could ever imagine.
*She delivers a swift kick to Eavan , a grim smile playing on her lips.*
Khloe: This isn't entertainment. This is me, letting loose, letting the chaos consume me. This is me WANTING to hurt you
*As she speaks, she kicks Eavan again, this time aiming for her arm.*
Khloe: You thought I was just another competitor, just another name on your list. But you were wrong, Eavan. You were so damn wrong. I'm not just another name. I'm a force to be reckoned with.
*Her words are accompanied by another kick to Eavan's midsection, causing Eavan to groan in pain.*
Khloe: You're lying there, Eavan, broken and battered. But guess what? I'm not done yet. I'm not done showing you the true extent of my rage, my fury.
*Khloe delivers a fierce kick to Eavan's back, causing Eavan to writhe in pain.*
Khloe: You think you can survive this, Eavan? You think you can withstand the storm that's roaring inside me? You thought you could mess with my mind, but you underestimated just how far I'm willing to go.
*With every word, Khloe's strikes grow more aggressive, more ruthless.*
Khloe: So, Eavan, brace yourself. Brace yourself for the pain, the suffering, the chaos. I'm not just a wrestler, Eavan. I'm a warrior, a force of nature, and you're about to experience the full brunt of it.
*Khloe's voice rises with every word, each sentence punctuated by another brutal kick or strike.*
Khloe: This isn't a match, Eavan. This is a reckoning. This is me letting go of the chains, embracing the darkness, and showing you just how dangerous I can be.
*With a final, powerful kick to Eavan's chest, Khloe drops the microphone. Just as she turns to leave the ring, a group of security personnel rush in, surrounding her, and cautiously moving in to escort her out of the ring.
Khloe struggles against their grip, her wild eyes locking onto the camera.*
Khloe: You see this, Eavan? They think they can control me. But they can't. I'm a force that can't be contained, that can't be tamed. And you, Eavan, you've awakened something in me that they can't stop.
*Khloe's voice is a mix of aggression and madness as the security team manages to guide her out of the ring, the camera capturing her intense gaze until she disappears behind the curtains as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
* The shot returns from commercial break to a shot of the arena. "In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst! As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the big screen, the words ‘TACTILIZING ONE’ ‘GAME CHANGER’ and ‘SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE’ cycle through. From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, his golden blonde locks hanging loosely over his face. Larry then whips his hair up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by throwing his arms in the air at them. He then goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest before opening his arms to the reaction of the THUNDERAMANIACS, who hoot and holler back. ‘This is our company!’ Larry bellows as his arms point around at the crowd. He then returns to center stage and makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron. He turns and faces the stands, opening his arms up and making a ‘T’ shape with his body, puffing his chest out. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “THIS IS OUR TPW!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and calling for a mic from a ringside attendant. *
Larry Tact: Where oh where will the night take us… in DALLAS tonight?!?
*The crowd gives a cheap namedrop pop and Larry smirks for the cameras.*
Larry Tact: It’s been a little while since I’ve spoken to you folks directly, and I owe you that. In fact, I owe Thunder Pro Wrestling quite a lot. I was supposed to be making a run at the Duos titles, against the Malvados and their historic title reign. The start of this year was a test drive, to see if I could find my fire again after a turbulent end to 2022. But when does wrestling ever go to design? When do we ever really know where we’ll end up in this industry, this sport of champions and Gladiators, am I right THUNDERAMANIACS??
*A roar comes back at Larry, who paces around the ring, nodding. *
Larry Tact: NEVER in my wildest dreams did I think BG and I would fail to capture those Duos titles – no discredit to those dastardly Malvados, who have become the greatest team of this era’s Duos wrestling. Never did I think we would fail, only for that door to be parlayed into the most unlikely of circumstances… my suddenly becoming your TPW International Champion. Unbelievable, fairy tale story stuff. My first World title reign in almost a decade!
*He stops, watching the crowd begin a “GAME CHANGER!” chant. He leans back against a set of ropes, his free arm draped over the top. *
Larry Tact: On top of that, taking down Chris Page and Marcus Ka’Derrion in defense of that title was an honor and privilege, not to mention a sensational career achievement. Of course, the problem with all of that is what happened next. From all the wreckage and spite of my upending the regular order in TPW… we now have The Cabal.
*As a collective, the THUNDERAMANIACS unleash their hatred for the group presently running roughshod on their wrestling federation. Larry shakes his head, surveying the arena. *
Larry Tact: For all I owe all of you for helping me achieve a milestone in my wrestling quest… I cannot owe anyone but myself the fault for the Cabal’s rise. As International Champion, I believed I could uphold the tradition that ‘THUNDERING’ Terry Marshall—
*At the mention of the former TPW owner’s name, the crowd roars again, bringing a smile to Larry’s face. *
Larry Tact: Yeah, he’s another one I owe this whole TPW quest to. He brought me on and saw the potential I could bring to take things to another level. But Peter Vaughn went and took his frustrations over his own International Title loss out on TM. Let’s be honest, folks, PeeVee did him dirty!
*A mass of heated boos at the mention of the current International Champion’s name. *
Larry Tact: I should’ve seen it coming, myself. I don’t know why I thought Peter Vaughn would be any different than he’s been the majority of his career. HE is the reason the Cabal truly exists, along with Alexander Marshall. Their corruption runs all the way to their cores, and I thought I could fight through it at Bohemian Bash, but… it was not to be. I knew PeeVee is one of the best wrestlers in the world, and I allowed the tentacles of the Cabal to get behind me – Mac Bane, in particular. It cost me that International title, and of far more dire importance, breathed even more life into the Cabal and their despicable actions. For that, I now owe all of you an apology.
THUNDERAMANIACS: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Larry Tact: But that is the past. “The Gentleman Wolf” pinned me in this very ring, last week – the opposite of my scoring any semblance of retribution for his part in all of this. It left me fuming, believe you me. But after taking some time to mull it over, it left me wondering… ‘Where is the next horizon?’… What is next for Larry Tact in Thunder Pro Wrestling?
*With that, Larry slips through the ropes and steps onto the apron, looking back out at the crowd. *
Larry Tact: SHOULD there even BE a next horizon in Thunder Pro Wrestling for Larry Tact??
*We can hear a “Please Don’t Go!” chant percolating through the stands, and it picks up steam even as Larry walks the apron, his hand gliding over the top rope… then slipping off as he steps down the steel steps and begins slowly walking up the ramp. *
Larry Tact: Don’t get me wrong. I am PROUD of what I’ve been able to accomplish here, in such a short period. When I won the International Title, it was freed from the grip of a two-man tango that no one had been able to break through… Until me. I found a skeleton key and used it. Since then, this company has FLOURISHED with an influx of wrestlers from all over the world.
*He reaches the top of the ramp, and faces the crowd again, who are cheering as he looks their way. *
Larry Tact: I’m happy to have helped open eyes to this place. I’m glad I could break the cycle. It’s been a WILD ride, that’s for certain… but that isn’t even the very best part of it all. Do you want to know the best part of this thunderous party we have going on here, THUNDERAMANIACS?!
*He smirks with satisfaction at hearing the response, holding the mic up and walking from one end of the stage to the other. *
THUNDERAMANIACS: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Larry Tact: The BEST part of this whole influx is this. Even WITH the Cabal around… even WITH their atrocious acts that they’re all but certain to pull on a weekly basis… even WITH Alexander Marshall in charge…? This place is thriving and jiving! In the words of a true Living Legend, Walt ‘Clyde’ Frazier… we’re shaking and baking in SPITE of the Cabal!!
*The THUNDERMANIACS give a big pop for this declaration. *
Larry Tact: Alexander Marshall, for all his disdain of his brother, is seeing EXACTLY WHY the vision of TM is ALIVE AND WELL! It’s in the youth movement, the infusion we’ve seen, and you can feel the POWER of it in each and every one of you THUNDERAMANIACS!
*As Larry holds the mic out, the fans roar in joy, each one thumbing the nose at the Owner.*
Larry Tact: For that, I am eternally grateful to honor TM… and I promise an answer on my future NEXT WEEK at Friday Night Fury. Even if this is where the TactWagon takes an exit ramp… I hope it will be enough for you to forgive my not still being YOUR TPW International Champion. But in the end… this will always be OUR TPW!!!
*“In the Face of Evil” reverberates again as Larry gives a few waves to the crowd, soaking in their adulation, before disappearing behind the curtain to Gorilla. Once backstage, he makes a turn towards some equipment leaning against a brick wall…
SUDDENLY THE WALL EXPLODES, AS A FORKLIFT CRASHES THROUGH AT HIGH SPEED!!! *
Markson: OH MY LORD! EQUIPMENT AND BRICKS COME CRASHING DOWN IN A HEAP ON TOP OF LARRY TACT!! Someone get the medical team back there immediately!
Napier: Forget it, call the morgue, this guy was already signing his death certificate by smearing the good name of the Cabal.
Markson: If this ends up being the doing of the Cabal, that may be the most despicable thing they’ve done yet.
Napier: Did you not just hear what Captain Snooze said out there? He didn’t just poke the bear, he friggin’ threw hot ash in the eyes! He’s the one who’s depisc… depicts… whatever that word was you used.
Markson: This isn’t a joke! Larry Tact could have serious injuries. Please somebody— oh, finally…
*EMTs and TPW officials are flooding to the area, beginning to remove the rubble from on top of Tact. In the chaotic scene, no one sees a figure dressed in all black, a hoodie covering their head, easily slipping into the darkness.
From the shadows, a single brick is tossed back, hitting the forklift with a bang that nobody pays any mind to in the moment, as they unearth Larry and help him to his feet – battered, bruised, and bloodied. The shot focuses on Larry's bloody face, his eyes glazed over as the scene transitions to another. *
Larry Tact: Where oh where will the night take us… in DALLAS tonight?!?
*The crowd gives a cheap namedrop pop and Larry smirks for the cameras.*
Larry Tact: It’s been a little while since I’ve spoken to you folks directly, and I owe you that. In fact, I owe Thunder Pro Wrestling quite a lot. I was supposed to be making a run at the Duos titles, against the Malvados and their historic title reign. The start of this year was a test drive, to see if I could find my fire again after a turbulent end to 2022. But when does wrestling ever go to design? When do we ever really know where we’ll end up in this industry, this sport of champions and Gladiators, am I right THUNDERAMANIACS??
*A roar comes back at Larry, who paces around the ring, nodding. *
Larry Tact: NEVER in my wildest dreams did I think BG and I would fail to capture those Duos titles – no discredit to those dastardly Malvados, who have become the greatest team of this era’s Duos wrestling. Never did I think we would fail, only for that door to be parlayed into the most unlikely of circumstances… my suddenly becoming your TPW International Champion. Unbelievable, fairy tale story stuff. My first World title reign in almost a decade!
*He stops, watching the crowd begin a “GAME CHANGER!” chant. He leans back against a set of ropes, his free arm draped over the top. *
Larry Tact: On top of that, taking down Chris Page and Marcus Ka’Derrion in defense of that title was an honor and privilege, not to mention a sensational career achievement. Of course, the problem with all of that is what happened next. From all the wreckage and spite of my upending the regular order in TPW… we now have The Cabal.
*As a collective, the THUNDERAMANIACS unleash their hatred for the group presently running roughshod on their wrestling federation. Larry shakes his head, surveying the arena. *
Larry Tact: For all I owe all of you for helping me achieve a milestone in my wrestling quest… I cannot owe anyone but myself the fault for the Cabal’s rise. As International Champion, I believed I could uphold the tradition that ‘THUNDERING’ Terry Marshall—
*At the mention of the former TPW owner’s name, the crowd roars again, bringing a smile to Larry’s face. *
Larry Tact: Yeah, he’s another one I owe this whole TPW quest to. He brought me on and saw the potential I could bring to take things to another level. But Peter Vaughn went and took his frustrations over his own International Title loss out on TM. Let’s be honest, folks, PeeVee did him dirty!
*A mass of heated boos at the mention of the current International Champion’s name. *
Larry Tact: I should’ve seen it coming, myself. I don’t know why I thought Peter Vaughn would be any different than he’s been the majority of his career. HE is the reason the Cabal truly exists, along with Alexander Marshall. Their corruption runs all the way to their cores, and I thought I could fight through it at Bohemian Bash, but… it was not to be. I knew PeeVee is one of the best wrestlers in the world, and I allowed the tentacles of the Cabal to get behind me – Mac Bane, in particular. It cost me that International title, and of far more dire importance, breathed even more life into the Cabal and their despicable actions. For that, I now owe all of you an apology.
THUNDERAMANIACS: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Larry Tact: But that is the past. “The Gentleman Wolf” pinned me in this very ring, last week – the opposite of my scoring any semblance of retribution for his part in all of this. It left me fuming, believe you me. But after taking some time to mull it over, it left me wondering… ‘Where is the next horizon?’… What is next for Larry Tact in Thunder Pro Wrestling?
*With that, Larry slips through the ropes and steps onto the apron, looking back out at the crowd. *
Larry Tact: SHOULD there even BE a next horizon in Thunder Pro Wrestling for Larry Tact??
*We can hear a “Please Don’t Go!” chant percolating through the stands, and it picks up steam even as Larry walks the apron, his hand gliding over the top rope… then slipping off as he steps down the steel steps and begins slowly walking up the ramp. *
Larry Tact: Don’t get me wrong. I am PROUD of what I’ve been able to accomplish here, in such a short period. When I won the International Title, it was freed from the grip of a two-man tango that no one had been able to break through… Until me. I found a skeleton key and used it. Since then, this company has FLOURISHED with an influx of wrestlers from all over the world.
*He reaches the top of the ramp, and faces the crowd again, who are cheering as he looks their way. *
Larry Tact: I’m happy to have helped open eyes to this place. I’m glad I could break the cycle. It’s been a WILD ride, that’s for certain… but that isn’t even the very best part of it all. Do you want to know the best part of this thunderous party we have going on here, THUNDERAMANIACS?!
*He smirks with satisfaction at hearing the response, holding the mic up and walking from one end of the stage to the other. *
THUNDERAMANIACS: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Larry Tact: The BEST part of this whole influx is this. Even WITH the Cabal around… even WITH their atrocious acts that they’re all but certain to pull on a weekly basis… even WITH Alexander Marshall in charge…? This place is thriving and jiving! In the words of a true Living Legend, Walt ‘Clyde’ Frazier… we’re shaking and baking in SPITE of the Cabal!!
*The THUNDERMANIACS give a big pop for this declaration. *
Larry Tact: Alexander Marshall, for all his disdain of his brother, is seeing EXACTLY WHY the vision of TM is ALIVE AND WELL! It’s in the youth movement, the infusion we’ve seen, and you can feel the POWER of it in each and every one of you THUNDERAMANIACS!
*As Larry holds the mic out, the fans roar in joy, each one thumbing the nose at the Owner.*
Larry Tact: For that, I am eternally grateful to honor TM… and I promise an answer on my future NEXT WEEK at Friday Night Fury. Even if this is where the TactWagon takes an exit ramp… I hope it will be enough for you to forgive my not still being YOUR TPW International Champion. But in the end… this will always be OUR TPW!!!
*“In the Face of Evil” reverberates again as Larry gives a few waves to the crowd, soaking in their adulation, before disappearing behind the curtain to Gorilla. Once backstage, he makes a turn towards some equipment leaning against a brick wall…
SUDDENLY THE WALL EXPLODES, AS A FORKLIFT CRASHES THROUGH AT HIGH SPEED!!! *
Markson: OH MY LORD! EQUIPMENT AND BRICKS COME CRASHING DOWN IN A HEAP ON TOP OF LARRY TACT!! Someone get the medical team back there immediately!
Napier: Forget it, call the morgue, this guy was already signing his death certificate by smearing the good name of the Cabal.
Markson: If this ends up being the doing of the Cabal, that may be the most despicable thing they’ve done yet.
Napier: Did you not just hear what Captain Snooze said out there? He didn’t just poke the bear, he friggin’ threw hot ash in the eyes! He’s the one who’s depisc… depicts… whatever that word was you used.
Markson: This isn’t a joke! Larry Tact could have serious injuries. Please somebody— oh, finally…
*EMTs and TPW officials are flooding to the area, beginning to remove the rubble from on top of Tact. In the chaotic scene, no one sees a figure dressed in all black, a hoodie covering their head, easily slipping into the darkness.
From the shadows, a single brick is tossed back, hitting the forklift with a bang that nobody pays any mind to in the moment, as they unearth Larry and help him to his feet – battered, bruised, and bloodied. The shot focuses on Larry's bloody face, his eyes glazed over as the scene transitions to another. *
*With chaos always around the corner, TPW cameras cut backstage to loud voices echoing in the hallway. You suddenly see CJ O'Donnell with the Prestige Championship over his shoulder barging out from one of the locker rooms.*
CJ O'Donnell: That's MY locker room!
*He turns back to the doorway as Jason Cashe appears from the locker room where CJ had come out of.*
Jason Cashe: The FUDGE it is! This is MY locker room!
CJ O'Donnell: Wrong! This is MY FOOKING locker room!
*Shaking his head from left to right, Cashe was not agreeing with CJ and CJ surely wasn't going to agree with Cashe.*
CJ O'Donnell: That locker room isn't big enough for the two of us!
*Randomly a local wrestler who competed in a Dark Match exited out of the same locker room. In truth, they were fairly spacious and used by many of the wrestlers. Very rare and for TV that someone had their own room. Nevertheless, ignore the random local jobber. Cashe steps forward and casually shoves CJ with a hand.*
Jason Cashe: Fudge you..
*Eyes bulged as if he had never been told that before, CJ was besides himself. The Prestige belt slides off his shoulder and he scoffs and steps forward, shoving Cashe with a push to the shoulder.*
CJ O'Donnell: Fook you!
Jason Cashe: No, no, Fudge you!
CJ O'Donnell: Oh go Fook yourself you Fooking prick!
*People in nearby rooms or from around corners started gathering around as these two got into a very heated and very censored battle of F bombs.*
Jason Cashe: You know I'm gonna Fudge you up right?
CJ O'Donnell: You keep Fooking dreaming! You want this? Too Fooking bad!
*Lifting the Prestige belt up in front of him, CJ puts it on display for Cashe to see.*
CJ O'Donnell: This is Fooking MINE! Just like that locker room!
Jason Cashe: The Fudge it is! That's my Fudging locker room and that belt and your ass will be the next property I take lease on around here..
CJ O'Donnell: Are you Fooking mental? Want me to bend over do you? This Fooking guy!
Jason Cashe: I don't care if you bend over here, in the ring, back in MY locker room or wherever and however you want it. I'm whooping that ass and you know it's coming! That belt? That's just the Fudging sprinkles on my cake, I'm eating them up too!
CJ O'Donnell: The Fook you are!
Jason Cashe: Oh yes the Fudge I am! The Fudge you gonna do about it, CJ?!
*They both stepped forward coming damn near chest to chest. If it was a romantic comedy, this would be that hate love scene where they trash each other but then kiss. This ain't that but if it was a romantic comedy, this would so have been that moment. Again, it's not. Nevermind. It almost goes without saying that as the crowd that grew continued watching, you knew that the two old friends turned enemies could probably smell the other one's breath. Not sure why that's needed information but it was provided.. Go with it.*
Road Agent: Ummm.. Excuse me?
*Both Cashe and O'Donnell turn to see who they knew was a Road Agent. He had a shirt on and it said 'Road Agent' which helps unless someone was to pretend to be one. Plot twist for later. Shhhh..*
Road Agent: You were both assigned that locker room. You're tag partners tonight, remember?
*Shaking his head, the Road Agent turns and disappears through the crowd. Stepping back a few, Cashe laughs.*
Jason Cashe: Lemme tell you something about tonight..
CJ O'Donnell: You don't have to tell me nothing! I've been here before you arrived. I am the one wearing a Championship, me! So let me tell YOU something about tonight!
*Waiting, there was a paused. Cashe shrugged and looked around before finally saying something to break the silence. They lost a few of the spectators during the moment.*
Jason Cashe: The Fudge you gonna tell me?
CJ O'Donnell: Oh, you really wanted..? Ok, yeah! When we go out there? Don't Fook up and lose.
Jason Cashe: See! This is why we stopped being friends.. Ooohhh! I can't WAIT to Fudge you up!
*Turning away from CJ, Cashe heads to the locker room where it all started. CJ follows behind continuing their banter of trash talking.*
CJ O'Donnell: Not on your best Fooking day will that happen!
CJ O'Donnell: That's MY locker room!
*He turns back to the doorway as Jason Cashe appears from the locker room where CJ had come out of.*
Jason Cashe: The FUDGE it is! This is MY locker room!
CJ O'Donnell: Wrong! This is MY FOOKING locker room!
*Shaking his head from left to right, Cashe was not agreeing with CJ and CJ surely wasn't going to agree with Cashe.*
CJ O'Donnell: That locker room isn't big enough for the two of us!
*Randomly a local wrestler who competed in a Dark Match exited out of the same locker room. In truth, they were fairly spacious and used by many of the wrestlers. Very rare and for TV that someone had their own room. Nevertheless, ignore the random local jobber. Cashe steps forward and casually shoves CJ with a hand.*
Jason Cashe: Fudge you..
*Eyes bulged as if he had never been told that before, CJ was besides himself. The Prestige belt slides off his shoulder and he scoffs and steps forward, shoving Cashe with a push to the shoulder.*
CJ O'Donnell: Fook you!
Jason Cashe: No, no, Fudge you!
CJ O'Donnell: Oh go Fook yourself you Fooking prick!
*People in nearby rooms or from around corners started gathering around as these two got into a very heated and very censored battle of F bombs.*
Jason Cashe: You know I'm gonna Fudge you up right?
CJ O'Donnell: You keep Fooking dreaming! You want this? Too Fooking bad!
*Lifting the Prestige belt up in front of him, CJ puts it on display for Cashe to see.*
CJ O'Donnell: This is Fooking MINE! Just like that locker room!
Jason Cashe: The Fudge it is! That's my Fudging locker room and that belt and your ass will be the next property I take lease on around here..
CJ O'Donnell: Are you Fooking mental? Want me to bend over do you? This Fooking guy!
Jason Cashe: I don't care if you bend over here, in the ring, back in MY locker room or wherever and however you want it. I'm whooping that ass and you know it's coming! That belt? That's just the Fudging sprinkles on my cake, I'm eating them up too!
CJ O'Donnell: The Fook you are!
Jason Cashe: Oh yes the Fudge I am! The Fudge you gonna do about it, CJ?!
*They both stepped forward coming damn near chest to chest. If it was a romantic comedy, this would be that hate love scene where they trash each other but then kiss. This ain't that but if it was a romantic comedy, this would so have been that moment. Again, it's not. Nevermind. It almost goes without saying that as the crowd that grew continued watching, you knew that the two old friends turned enemies could probably smell the other one's breath. Not sure why that's needed information but it was provided.. Go with it.*
Road Agent: Ummm.. Excuse me?
*Both Cashe and O'Donnell turn to see who they knew was a Road Agent. He had a shirt on and it said 'Road Agent' which helps unless someone was to pretend to be one. Plot twist for later. Shhhh..*
Road Agent: You were both assigned that locker room. You're tag partners tonight, remember?
*Shaking his head, the Road Agent turns and disappears through the crowd. Stepping back a few, Cashe laughs.*
Jason Cashe: Lemme tell you something about tonight..
CJ O'Donnell: You don't have to tell me nothing! I've been here before you arrived. I am the one wearing a Championship, me! So let me tell YOU something about tonight!
*Waiting, there was a paused. Cashe shrugged and looked around before finally saying something to break the silence. They lost a few of the spectators during the moment.*
Jason Cashe: The Fudge you gonna tell me?
CJ O'Donnell: Oh, you really wanted..? Ok, yeah! When we go out there? Don't Fook up and lose.
Jason Cashe: See! This is why we stopped being friends.. Ooohhh! I can't WAIT to Fudge you up!
*Turning away from CJ, Cashe heads to the locker room where it all started. CJ follows behind continuing their banter of trash talking.*
CJ O'Donnell: Not on your best Fooking day will that happen!
*As the locker room door shuts the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring read to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a … CLAIM THE FAME QUALIFER MATCH!!!
*Crowd Pop.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Panama City, FL and weighing in at 460lbs, this is… CRAM!!!
*Never Scared by Bone Crusher begins to play over the PA. The crowd boos as the massive Cram marches to the ring with a swagger about him. Cram climbs into the ring, bounces off the ropes, and then hops back and forth readying for a fight. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing his opponent, hailing from London England, and weighing in at 230lbs. He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!”
*The lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God!!!”
As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.
“Cover your ears and shut your eyes
'Cause what I'm about to say is gonna ruin your night
This is a call-out, and I'm not scared to drop some names
You've dug your grave, and you have no one but yourself to blame
I see the world in black and white
Because true color always fades under the right lights”
Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
And when he has you by your neck
I hope you choke on every Fudgeing word you said”
Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back in disturbing calm. *
Markson: Going to be interesting to see how the technical abilities of Riddle will match up against the size and street fighting abilities of Cram.
Napier: I think Cram will just sit on him and beat him.
*The bell sounds and as it does Cy shoots a single leg on Cram, but can’t lift the massive leg of Cram up as Cram squats down lowering his weight onto that leg. Cram shoves Cy off of his leg, and Cy rolls across the mat and to his feet. Cy looks at the massive Cram who brushes his shoulder off at him. Cy stands and charges at Cram, Cram readies for the attack, but Cy goes low drop-kicking the knee of Cram. Cram falls to one knee, as Cy spins to his feet and hits a roundhouse kick to the arm of Cram. Cy then grabs the massive arm of Cram and snatches a standing armbar.
Cram powers up to his feet scoops Cy up, and slams him down with a big scoop slam. Cram bounces back into the ropes and comes off with a big splash, but Cy rolls out of the way. Cram lands on his face and rolls over to his back when Cy jumps onto him and applies a keylock from side control. Cram is able to bridge a shoulder off the mat, but Cy is putting all he has into attacking the other arm of Cram. *
Markson: Smart move here by Cyrus Riddle, grounding the big man and taking out a limb.
Napier: One of Cram’s limbs is bigger than all of Cyrus Riddle, so it’s really the best shot Cyrus has.
*Cram is able to use his incredible strength to straighten his arm out, blocking the key lock. Cram starts trying to roll Cy off of him, which prompts Cyrus to abandon the key lock and start throwing knee strikes from the side mount on Cram. Cram starts scrambling to his feet, but Cy is able to catch Cram in a Muay Thai clinch and starts throwing hard knees to the head of Cram. Cram catches one of Cy’s legs and holds onto it for dear life.
As Cram holds onto Cy’s leg, Cy jumps off his other leg and lands a hard knee strike to the head of Cram. Cy goes for another jumping knee, but this time Cram throws his body up and backward sending Cy flying over his head and into the turnbuckles where he lands stuck upside down. *
Markson: Cyrus Riddle with spectacular striking, but Cram is just so big and powerful.
Napier: You can’t teach size; one thing Cram has is size.
*Cram turns to see Cy hanging upside down in the corner and Cram charges in looking for a running hip attack. At the last minute, Cy sits up out of the way and Cram slams into the turnbuckles. Cy rolls backward from the top turnbuckle and catches Cram’s head dropping him down into a DDT.
Cy holds onto Cram;’s head and spins around to his back. Cy flips his front face lock over the top of Cram’s head and begins hooking in a dragon sleeper. Cy is having trouble holding onto the massive head of Cram, and getting is legs around his body. Cram pushes himself up to all fours and Cy tries holding on and sinking in the hold. Cram gets to his feet, and Cy decides to abandon the sleeper and drops off Cram’s back, but as he does Cram throws himself backward crushing Cy in the turnbuckle. Cram turns around, grabs Cy and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, and follows up with a big body splash. *
Markson: My gosh, Cram just using all his weight to crush Cyrus Riddle.
Napier: You know, this Cram can move great for a guy that weighs 460 lbs. Moves around like he isn't any more than 350 lbs at most.
*Cram backs up out of the corner and Cy collapses to the mat. Cram grabs Cy and spins him around so that his head is near the turnbuckles. Cram climbs to the second rope, bounces twice and comes off with a bonzi drop onto the chest of Cy. Cram just sits on him as Ref Beard makes the count. *
1…
2…
ROPE BREAK!
Markson: Cyrus Riddle is able to reach the bottom rope with his right hand.
Napier: I'm amazed he can even breathe, let alone grab the rope.
*Cram pulls himself up with the ropes and stomps Cy in the chest. Cram grabs Cy and drags him from the corner to the middle of the ring. Cram then lifts his leg holding it up for a moment and then drops a big leg drop onto the chest of Cyrus.
Cram rolls to his feet and lifts Cy up. Cy is clutching at his chest and coughing as Cram stands him up. Then with a sudden burst of energy and speed, Cram whips Cy into the ropes and then runs off the ropes beside himself. As Cy comes off the ropes, Cram comes off the ropes diagonally looking for a pounce. Cy sees him out of his peripheral, jumps, and connects with a knee strike to the jaw that dazes Cram.
With Cram staggered Cy hits the ropes and comes back with the Daydreamer (Lariat to the back of the head) that drops Cram to his face. *
Markson: Cyrus Riddle has taken the big man down.
Napier: The impact of Cram falling down shook the table so much my water spilled.
Markson: OH, STOP IT!
*Cy pushes himself to his feet as Cram is on all fours. Cy moves in closer, but as he does Cram comes up to his knees, shoots his hand up, and grabs Cy by the throat. Cram starts Standing up, but Cy acts quickly and front kicks Cram's knee. With Cram off balance, Cy sweeps Cram's hand from around his neck and brings Cram down into a crippler cross-face.
Cram shoves his free hand into the mat and pushes himself up to all fours. Then in a display of stunning athleticism, Cram drops his head and jumps, doing a front flip and landing on top of Cy breaking the hold. Cram starts rolling to his feet, while Cy lays on the mat holding his chest. *
Napier: Now that is using what your God-given talent.
Markson: I am impressed at that flip, Cram can move for a massive mound of manhood.
*Cy rolls to the corner and is using the ropes to pull himself up. Cram sees Cy getting up and charges across the ring at him. Cy moves at the last minute and Cram runs chest-first into the turnbuckle and begins staggering backward. Cy leaps onto the back of Cram, hooking his arm as he does, and applies In Noctem (Katahajime/Tazmission). Cram falls to his knees, and Cy lands on his feet with the hold still locked on. Cram collapses to his side, and Cy goes down to the ground still holding on In Noctem, when Referee Beard calls for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, advancing to CLAIM THE FAME…. CYRUS RIDDLE!!!
Markson: Cyrus Riddle just choked the massive Cram out.
Napier: If Cram didn’t need a c-pap before, he’s going to need one now.
Markson: Sleep apnea is no joke, Nick.
Napier: Yeah, you’d know about that.
Markson: And you’d know about needing some blue chew, who is actually one of our great sponsors here tonight. Speaking of great sponsors, let’s go to a commercial break.
*The shot fades from Cyrus Riddle standing at the top of the entranceway with his arm raised in victory to a commercial break. *
*Crowd Pop.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Panama City, FL and weighing in at 460lbs, this is… CRAM!!!
*Never Scared by Bone Crusher begins to play over the PA. The crowd boos as the massive Cram marches to the ring with a swagger about him. Cram climbs into the ring, bounces off the ropes, and then hops back and forth readying for a fight. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing his opponent, hailing from London England, and weighing in at 230lbs. He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!”
*The lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God!!!”
As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.
“Cover your ears and shut your eyes
'Cause what I'm about to say is gonna ruin your night
This is a call-out, and I'm not scared to drop some names
You've dug your grave, and you have no one but yourself to blame
I see the world in black and white
Because true color always fades under the right lights”
Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.
“I see through you, I know what you are
I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God
And when he has you by your neck
I hope you choke on every Fudgeing word you said”
Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back in disturbing calm. *
Markson: Going to be interesting to see how the technical abilities of Riddle will match up against the size and street fighting abilities of Cram.
Napier: I think Cram will just sit on him and beat him.
*The bell sounds and as it does Cy shoots a single leg on Cram, but can’t lift the massive leg of Cram up as Cram squats down lowering his weight onto that leg. Cram shoves Cy off of his leg, and Cy rolls across the mat and to his feet. Cy looks at the massive Cram who brushes his shoulder off at him. Cy stands and charges at Cram, Cram readies for the attack, but Cy goes low drop-kicking the knee of Cram. Cram falls to one knee, as Cy spins to his feet and hits a roundhouse kick to the arm of Cram. Cy then grabs the massive arm of Cram and snatches a standing armbar.
Cram powers up to his feet scoops Cy up, and slams him down with a big scoop slam. Cram bounces back into the ropes and comes off with a big splash, but Cy rolls out of the way. Cram lands on his face and rolls over to his back when Cy jumps onto him and applies a keylock from side control. Cram is able to bridge a shoulder off the mat, but Cy is putting all he has into attacking the other arm of Cram. *
Markson: Smart move here by Cyrus Riddle, grounding the big man and taking out a limb.
Napier: One of Cram’s limbs is bigger than all of Cyrus Riddle, so it’s really the best shot Cyrus has.
*Cram is able to use his incredible strength to straighten his arm out, blocking the key lock. Cram starts trying to roll Cy off of him, which prompts Cyrus to abandon the key lock and start throwing knee strikes from the side mount on Cram. Cram starts scrambling to his feet, but Cy is able to catch Cram in a Muay Thai clinch and starts throwing hard knees to the head of Cram. Cram catches one of Cy’s legs and holds onto it for dear life.
As Cram holds onto Cy’s leg, Cy jumps off his other leg and lands a hard knee strike to the head of Cram. Cy goes for another jumping knee, but this time Cram throws his body up and backward sending Cy flying over his head and into the turnbuckles where he lands stuck upside down. *
Markson: Cyrus Riddle with spectacular striking, but Cram is just so big and powerful.
Napier: You can’t teach size; one thing Cram has is size.
*Cram turns to see Cy hanging upside down in the corner and Cram charges in looking for a running hip attack. At the last minute, Cy sits up out of the way and Cram slams into the turnbuckles. Cy rolls backward from the top turnbuckle and catches Cram’s head dropping him down into a DDT.
Cy holds onto Cram;’s head and spins around to his back. Cy flips his front face lock over the top of Cram’s head and begins hooking in a dragon sleeper. Cy is having trouble holding onto the massive head of Cram, and getting is legs around his body. Cram pushes himself up to all fours and Cy tries holding on and sinking in the hold. Cram gets to his feet, and Cy decides to abandon the sleeper and drops off Cram’s back, but as he does Cram throws himself backward crushing Cy in the turnbuckle. Cram turns around, grabs Cy and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, and follows up with a big body splash. *
Markson: My gosh, Cram just using all his weight to crush Cyrus Riddle.
Napier: You know, this Cram can move great for a guy that weighs 460 lbs. Moves around like he isn't any more than 350 lbs at most.
*Cram backs up out of the corner and Cy collapses to the mat. Cram grabs Cy and spins him around so that his head is near the turnbuckles. Cram climbs to the second rope, bounces twice and comes off with a bonzi drop onto the chest of Cy. Cram just sits on him as Ref Beard makes the count. *
1…
2…
ROPE BREAK!
Markson: Cyrus Riddle is able to reach the bottom rope with his right hand.
Napier: I'm amazed he can even breathe, let alone grab the rope.
*Cram pulls himself up with the ropes and stomps Cy in the chest. Cram grabs Cy and drags him from the corner to the middle of the ring. Cram then lifts his leg holding it up for a moment and then drops a big leg drop onto the chest of Cyrus.
Cram rolls to his feet and lifts Cy up. Cy is clutching at his chest and coughing as Cram stands him up. Then with a sudden burst of energy and speed, Cram whips Cy into the ropes and then runs off the ropes beside himself. As Cy comes off the ropes, Cram comes off the ropes diagonally looking for a pounce. Cy sees him out of his peripheral, jumps, and connects with a knee strike to the jaw that dazes Cram.
With Cram staggered Cy hits the ropes and comes back with the Daydreamer (Lariat to the back of the head) that drops Cram to his face. *
Markson: Cyrus Riddle has taken the big man down.
Napier: The impact of Cram falling down shook the table so much my water spilled.
Markson: OH, STOP IT!
*Cy pushes himself to his feet as Cram is on all fours. Cy moves in closer, but as he does Cram comes up to his knees, shoots his hand up, and grabs Cy by the throat. Cram starts Standing up, but Cy acts quickly and front kicks Cram's knee. With Cram off balance, Cy sweeps Cram's hand from around his neck and brings Cram down into a crippler cross-face.
Cram shoves his free hand into the mat and pushes himself up to all fours. Then in a display of stunning athleticism, Cram drops his head and jumps, doing a front flip and landing on top of Cy breaking the hold. Cram starts rolling to his feet, while Cy lays on the mat holding his chest. *
Napier: Now that is using what your God-given talent.
Markson: I am impressed at that flip, Cram can move for a massive mound of manhood.
*Cy rolls to the corner and is using the ropes to pull himself up. Cram sees Cy getting up and charges across the ring at him. Cy moves at the last minute and Cram runs chest-first into the turnbuckle and begins staggering backward. Cy leaps onto the back of Cram, hooking his arm as he does, and applies In Noctem (Katahajime/Tazmission). Cram falls to his knees, and Cy lands on his feet with the hold still locked on. Cram collapses to his side, and Cy goes down to the ground still holding on In Noctem, when Referee Beard calls for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, advancing to CLAIM THE FAME…. CYRUS RIDDLE!!!
Markson: Cyrus Riddle just choked the massive Cram out.
Napier: If Cram didn’t need a c-pap before, he’s going to need one now.
Markson: Sleep apnea is no joke, Nick.
Napier: Yeah, you’d know about that.
Markson: And you’d know about needing some blue chew, who is actually one of our great sponsors here tonight. Speaking of great sponsors, let’s go to a commercial break.
*The shot fades from Cyrus Riddle standing at the top of the entranceway with his arm raised in victory to a commercial break. *
*The scene returns from commercial to backstage interviewer Sandy Marshall has a microphone in hand and is, well, not in the backstage part of tonight’s arena. Instead, Sandy seems to be on the move here in front of what looks like a line that is wrapped around the arena this evening. Judging by the sun and the number of TPW fans standing in line, this appears to have been taped earlier in the day. Sandy has finally made her way over towards a tent that sits off to the side and is surrounded by a number of fans. *
Sandy: I’m out here because the front office received an odd phone call claiming that Delia Black of the Influence was out here giving psychic readings to fans. Let’s see if we can get a closer look at what’s going on exactly.
*Sure enough Sandy pushes through the fans and sitting in the middle of the tent giving a palm reading to a random person is Delia Black. Delia still looks like she hasn’t found a place to shower, but she did find a crystal ball to rest upon the table before her. A candle gives some light inside the tent as Sandy closes the flap behind her. Delia turns towards Sandy and begins to speak.*
Black: Ah yes, the spirits foretold me that you would soon be arriving. Come sit down and be told the mysteries of the universe by Madame Cleveland.
*Delia ushers the other customer out of the tent and turns her attention towards Sandy, but mostly towards the camera since she knows it’s an audience. *
Black: Yes, sit. Sit. I’ll begin with a fortune reading through my crystal ball and then you pay five dollars, okay?
Sandy: What?
Black: Yes, first I give you a glimpse of your fortune and then you pay me.
*For some reason Delia is speaking in an old lady accent, like you’d see in the movies or something. She pushes Sandy down into the chair and grabs her by the wrist and pulls her face close to Sandy’s palm. Sandy is still confused by all that is happening, but Delia is going through the whole thing. *
Black: Here on your life line it shows me that you come from a very powerful family that has great impact on many things in your life including your career. However, here on your love line it says that soon through your career you will find the one that steals your heart’s desire.
Sandy: Yeah, Delia. You know who I am and you know that my father is the owner of Thunder Pro Wrestling.
*Delia leans back, letting go of Sandy’s palm. *
Black: Who is this Delia person you call me? I do not know this person, I am Madame Irene Cleveland the Great Seer of Texas, I was born in the old country and came here to America after my parents had discovered my gift. I read you your fortune, you now pay me five dollars, yes?
*Sandy isn’t buying any of this right now, and instead of reaching into her pocket for money she instead holds up the mic closer to her own mouth. *
Sandy: Your name is Delia Black and you’re a professional wrestler for Thunder Pro Wrestling, in fact you’re a part of a tag team called the Influence.
Black: No, no. This is crazy ta--
Sandy: That’s not crazy, what is crazy is you gave an interview a couple of weeks ago where you claimed to be living in a van and pretty much at the bottom of the barrel of life. What happened? Have you found Wrigley or Claudia Frost yet? Why are you pretending to be Madame Cleveland? Why are you reading fortunes?
*Delia seems a little offended by all the questions that Sandy is throwing out. She stands up and begins to push Sandy out of the tent, in fact. *
Black: You go now, you are holding up the line and are bad for business. The camera man can stay though, I’ll read his palm. And maybe other things.
*Delia shoves Sandy out of the tent and closes the tent flap behind her. The camera fades to black, and then reopens on Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Sandy: I’m out here because the front office received an odd phone call claiming that Delia Black of the Influence was out here giving psychic readings to fans. Let’s see if we can get a closer look at what’s going on exactly.
*Sure enough Sandy pushes through the fans and sitting in the middle of the tent giving a palm reading to a random person is Delia Black. Delia still looks like she hasn’t found a place to shower, but she did find a crystal ball to rest upon the table before her. A candle gives some light inside the tent as Sandy closes the flap behind her. Delia turns towards Sandy and begins to speak.*
Black: Ah yes, the spirits foretold me that you would soon be arriving. Come sit down and be told the mysteries of the universe by Madame Cleveland.
*Delia ushers the other customer out of the tent and turns her attention towards Sandy, but mostly towards the camera since she knows it’s an audience. *
Black: Yes, sit. Sit. I’ll begin with a fortune reading through my crystal ball and then you pay five dollars, okay?
Sandy: What?
Black: Yes, first I give you a glimpse of your fortune and then you pay me.
*For some reason Delia is speaking in an old lady accent, like you’d see in the movies or something. She pushes Sandy down into the chair and grabs her by the wrist and pulls her face close to Sandy’s palm. Sandy is still confused by all that is happening, but Delia is going through the whole thing. *
Black: Here on your life line it shows me that you come from a very powerful family that has great impact on many things in your life including your career. However, here on your love line it says that soon through your career you will find the one that steals your heart’s desire.
Sandy: Yeah, Delia. You know who I am and you know that my father is the owner of Thunder Pro Wrestling.
*Delia leans back, letting go of Sandy’s palm. *
Black: Who is this Delia person you call me? I do not know this person, I am Madame Irene Cleveland the Great Seer of Texas, I was born in the old country and came here to America after my parents had discovered my gift. I read you your fortune, you now pay me five dollars, yes?
*Sandy isn’t buying any of this right now, and instead of reaching into her pocket for money she instead holds up the mic closer to her own mouth. *
Sandy: Your name is Delia Black and you’re a professional wrestler for Thunder Pro Wrestling, in fact you’re a part of a tag team called the Influence.
Black: No, no. This is crazy ta--
Sandy: That’s not crazy, what is crazy is you gave an interview a couple of weeks ago where you claimed to be living in a van and pretty much at the bottom of the barrel of life. What happened? Have you found Wrigley or Claudia Frost yet? Why are you pretending to be Madame Cleveland? Why are you reading fortunes?
*Delia seems a little offended by all the questions that Sandy is throwing out. She stands up and begins to push Sandy out of the tent, in fact. *
Black: You go now, you are holding up the line and are bad for business. The camera man can stay though, I’ll read his palm. And maybe other things.
*Delia shoves Sandy out of the tent and closes the tent flap behind her. The camera fades to black, and then reopens on Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is THE “Odd-Couple” Tag Team Match and is scheduled for ONE FALL
CROWD: ONE FALL!
*The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron. *
STEVE COTTON: Introducing first, hailing out of Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 255 lbs, this is MAXWELL MASON STOOOONNE!
*The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.*
Markson: This is sure to be a great match, four fantastic competitors all battling for supremacy, you know full well, this is gonna be a barn burner.
*Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise.*
Napier: Barn burner? Really, that’s what you’re going with? If you say so, Markson.
*Change (Instrumental) by Deftones begins to fade before being replaced by “The Enemy” by Godsmack. As the opening riffs play, Mac Bane and Kat Jones both enter the arena. The mixture of reactions erupts from the crowd.*
Steve Cotton: And his tag team partner, hailing out of Port Arthur, Texas, weighing in at 280 lbs, HE IS “The Gentleman Wolf” MAC BAAAAANE!
Markson: WHAT A PAIRING! Mac Bane and Maxwell Mason Stone coming together for one week and I’m here for this combination! Two men with very different agendas here in TPW and they’re both about to go to war with their opponents.
*Mac and Kat make their way towards the ring, the cheers and boos seem to alternate with every step. As they make their way to the steps, Mac enters the ring and raises his arms, extending his middle fingers as the occasional cheer is completely drowned out by the boos.*
Napier: Always a class act is Mac Bane.
*“The Enemy” by Godsmack fades and is quickly replaced by the opening of "Ready or Not" by Fugees. The crowd continues with the mixed reactions, a chorus of boos and cheers rain over the entranceway as the music slowly crescendos to the chorus. Jason Cashe erupts from the back!*
Napier: Here comes the master of Scrap Action…also known as white boy fighting. Jason Cashe looks to put himself further on the map but there seems to be a disconnect right now.
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, FIRST, born in Atlanta but branded in Houston, weighing in at 235 lbs, he is truly a Troubled One…this is the DiOGee…JASON CAAAAAASHE!
*Cashe continues his entrance, taking a hit from his air joint and makes his way to the ring. A select few fans can be heard howling with Cashe as he makes his way to the ring. Jason would stop at the bottom of the ramp before drawing an imaginary line on the ground, promptly stomping over that line! Cashe enters the ring with a growl that turns into a roar!*
Markson: This one is sure to be a fight, and Harry, I don’t think these four men would have it any other way!
Napier: A fight? These men might be bashing their heads into a brick wall, for a couple of them, it makes them smarter.
*The song fades once again, this time being replaced by "Kings Never Die" by Eminem. The final song plays as CJ O’Donnell blasts out of the curtain! The crowd erupts in boos.*
Steve Cotton: And the final competitor, hailing out of Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 178 lbs…he is The Prestige Champion, “The Distinguished”...C….J…O…DONNNNELL!
*CJ erupts down the aisle, eyes forward, focused on the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring. Finally striking a pose, the music fades for a final time.
Referee Mike “The Mullet” Matthews ask the competitors, “YOU READY…YOU READY?” The men nod their heads and Mullets motions to ring the bell and it immediately sounds, signalling the action can begin. *
Markson: And we’re off! Both teams quickly decide who should start out the match…and it looks like Stone and Cashe will be starting this one.
*Stone and Cashe tie-up in the center of the ring before Stone locks in a tight headlock. Cashe quickly backs into the corner and throws him off. Both men collide and Cashe falls to the canvas. Shoulder block from Stone knocking Cashe to the canvas. Cashe quickly gets to his feet and begins to deliver punches to the face and the body, backing Stone into the corner. Cashe delivers one last shot to the ribs and backs up slightly, only to be met with a vicious forearm, staggering Jason. Maxwell goes for a running cross-body block but Cashe ducks, leaving Stone to fly out of the ring.*
Napier: AND A MISS! Stone is out of the ring, which is definitely not a place you want to be when facing Cashe.
*Cashe looks to go for a suicide dive, only to be met with a right cross, sending him back into the ring. Stone quickly re-enters the ring in his team’s corner, only to be blindly tagged by Mac Bane.*
Markson: A blind tag by the “Gentleman Wolf”. Maybe he has a plan?
*Bane enters the ring only to be met with a running forearm from the freshly tagged O’Donnell. O’Donnell quickly grabs his opponent and looks to deliver some sort of offense, only to be reversed, sending the Prestige Champion into the ropes…*
Markson: Into the ropes, what does Bane have in mind?
*Bane delivers a reverse elbow, followed by a fist drop to the face of CJ. Bane returns to his feet and looks down at the Prestige Champion, flipping him the bird, only to be met with an up-kick to the face. After this shot, O’Donnell quickly locks in a triangle choke to Bane.*
Napier: A Triangle Choke from the only man draped in gold in this match. O’Donnell looks to get a tap-out!
*Bane looks to get his feet under him, widening his base, and lifting O’Donnell off of the canvas, only to be met with a crossbody from Maxwell, who has entered the ring. Cashe looks to enter the ring as well, creating a melee in the center of the ring. All four men get to their feet and begin to all send punches, forearms, and the occasional kick in an all-out brawl!*
Napier: MELEE, MELEE! This one has broken down just like Mullet’s choice of hairstyle!
Markson: A brawl has broken out in the middle of this wrestling match…where will this go.
*Bane and O’Donnell quickly hit each other’s partner with a go behind and deliver German suplexes, sending the illegal competitors out of the ring.*
Markson: Stereo Germans from each of the legal men.
*Both legal men begin to brawl again. O’Donnell begins to deliver strikes, gaining the advantage but is quickly cut off by a stiff kick to the chest, sending CJ into the ropes and into the waiting arms of Jason Cashe. Bane looks to deliver a big boot but misses CJ, connecting with Cashe.*
Markson: Malfunction at the junction, Cashe is down, CJ might have some sort of advantage here.
*Bane turns to deliver another attack, only to have to side-step a charging CJ, sending him to the apron. Stone slides back into the ring and attempts to keep the advantage for his team as he charges with a shoulder tackle, but CJ moves, and Stonet accidentally nails Bane, sending him flying off the apron into the security railing. *
Napier: STONE, YOU IDIOT!
Markson: These men really need a team-building exercise.
*Stone turns around to see CJ going for Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee), but Stone sidesteps and nails CJ in the stomach with a knee strike that doubles CJ over. Stone immediately grabs CJ and lifts him up for "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]), but Cashe slides into the ring, grabs CJ’s foot, and pulls CJ off of Stone’s shoulders to his feet.
Stone turns around and CJ and Cashe both kick him in the stomach at the same time. With Stone doubled over Cashe goes to hook him for a suplex, but CJ says “no” they need to double whip him. Cashe looks at him curiously and CJ starts yelling at Cashe. Cashe releases Stone and shoves CJ. CJ shoves Cashe knocking him back. Cashe steps forward to punch CJ, but as he does Mac pulls CJ’s legs out from under him on the outside, tripping CJ to his face, and then pulling him out of the ring. *
Markson: Looks like CJ O’Donnell and Jason Cashe missed out on an opportunity to put this away by bickering.
Napier: This match is a total disaster, what a terrible idea.
Markson: Didn’t Alexander Marshall book this?
Napier: WHAT!?! NO! Do you think a man running a multi-million dollar company has time to book matches? He has some pencil pusher for that.
*Cashe watches as CJ and Mac trade right hands on the outside of the ring and begins to laugh. Cashe doesn’t notice Stone rising behind him. Stone charges at Cashe and Cashe hears the footsteps but is too late. Cashe turns around only to be clotheslined by Stone and both men topple over the top rope to the outside and land on the brawling CJ and Mac, sending all four men falling to the ground. *
Markson: I don’t think that went as planned.
Napier: I don’t think anything in this match has gone as planned.
*All four men start getting up and as they do CJ shoves Stone. Stone swings at CJ with a right, but CJ ducks, and Stone nails Mac. Mac falls into the security railing. Mac snarls and leg dives Stone taking him down to the ground. Mac and Stone begin rolling around and brawling. CJ laughs at the two men when Cashe grabs CJ by the shoulder and tells him to get back in the ring.
CJ shoves Cashe and yells, “don’t tell me what to fooken do”. Cashe shakes his head and just punches CJ in the face. CJ grabs Cashe and the two begin brawling back and forth. Referee Mullet begins yelling from the ring for everyone to break it up and get back in the ring. *
Markson: It has broken down here in Dallas.
Napier: These guys need to get over themselves and just lose to Mac Bane, they should know that The Cabal is going to come out on top.
*Stone and Mac are up and brawling around the ring. Ref Mullet rolls out of the ring and begins trying to get between them and break them up, but Mac and Stone both shove Mullet at the same time and he goes flying across the Spanish announce table knocking things off the table and falling into the laps of the commentators.
Meanwhile, CJ and Cashe are brawling up the entranceway. CJ drops his shoulder and spears Cashe into the railing. CJ takes a few steps back and then charges at Cashe, but Cashe drops his shoulder and backdrops CJ into the crowd. Cashe turns and jumps the railing into the crowd and begins brawling with CJ through the crowd.
Ref Mullet is helped to his feet by Spanish Announces Ultimo Rudo and Ultimo Technico, and begins calling for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST!!!
*The bell begins ringing, but no one pays attention to it as Mac and Stone continue brawling around the ring, Mac kicks Stone in the stomach and whips him into the ring post. Mac turns and grabs a chair, folding it up, and then swings it at Stone. Stone moves and Mac hits the post, bending the chair around it. Stone tackles Mac to the ground and they continue fighting.
CJ and Cashe have disappeared from the crowd and gone into the hallways of the arena. We see a shot of American Airlines Center security breaking them up and cutting back to Mac and Stone, where TPW security has run down and is separating them. *
Markson: FOLKS, WE ARE GOING TO COMMERCIAL! HOPEFULLY, WE CAN RESTORE OR…
*Markson is cut off as Mac Bane throws a security official across the commentary desk knocking his headset cable loose. The scene abruptly cuts to a commercial beak. *
CROWD: ONE FALL!
*The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron. *
STEVE COTTON: Introducing first, hailing out of Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 255 lbs, this is MAXWELL MASON STOOOONNE!
*The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.*
Markson: This is sure to be a great match, four fantastic competitors all battling for supremacy, you know full well, this is gonna be a barn burner.
*Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise.*
Napier: Barn burner? Really, that’s what you’re going with? If you say so, Markson.
*Change (Instrumental) by Deftones begins to fade before being replaced by “The Enemy” by Godsmack. As the opening riffs play, Mac Bane and Kat Jones both enter the arena. The mixture of reactions erupts from the crowd.*
Steve Cotton: And his tag team partner, hailing out of Port Arthur, Texas, weighing in at 280 lbs, HE IS “The Gentleman Wolf” MAC BAAAAANE!
Markson: WHAT A PAIRING! Mac Bane and Maxwell Mason Stone coming together for one week and I’m here for this combination! Two men with very different agendas here in TPW and they’re both about to go to war with their opponents.
*Mac and Kat make their way towards the ring, the cheers and boos seem to alternate with every step. As they make their way to the steps, Mac enters the ring and raises his arms, extending his middle fingers as the occasional cheer is completely drowned out by the boos.*
Napier: Always a class act is Mac Bane.
*“The Enemy” by Godsmack fades and is quickly replaced by the opening of "Ready or Not" by Fugees. The crowd continues with the mixed reactions, a chorus of boos and cheers rain over the entranceway as the music slowly crescendos to the chorus. Jason Cashe erupts from the back!*
Napier: Here comes the master of Scrap Action…also known as white boy fighting. Jason Cashe looks to put himself further on the map but there seems to be a disconnect right now.
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, FIRST, born in Atlanta but branded in Houston, weighing in at 235 lbs, he is truly a Troubled One…this is the DiOGee…JASON CAAAAAASHE!
*Cashe continues his entrance, taking a hit from his air joint and makes his way to the ring. A select few fans can be heard howling with Cashe as he makes his way to the ring. Jason would stop at the bottom of the ramp before drawing an imaginary line on the ground, promptly stomping over that line! Cashe enters the ring with a growl that turns into a roar!*
Markson: This one is sure to be a fight, and Harry, I don’t think these four men would have it any other way!
Napier: A fight? These men might be bashing their heads into a brick wall, for a couple of them, it makes them smarter.
*The song fades once again, this time being replaced by "Kings Never Die" by Eminem. The final song plays as CJ O’Donnell blasts out of the curtain! The crowd erupts in boos.*
Steve Cotton: And the final competitor, hailing out of Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 178 lbs…he is The Prestige Champion, “The Distinguished”...C….J…O…DONNNNELL!
*CJ erupts down the aisle, eyes forward, focused on the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring. Finally striking a pose, the music fades for a final time.
Referee Mike “The Mullet” Matthews ask the competitors, “YOU READY…YOU READY?” The men nod their heads and Mullets motions to ring the bell and it immediately sounds, signalling the action can begin. *
Markson: And we’re off! Both teams quickly decide who should start out the match…and it looks like Stone and Cashe will be starting this one.
*Stone and Cashe tie-up in the center of the ring before Stone locks in a tight headlock. Cashe quickly backs into the corner and throws him off. Both men collide and Cashe falls to the canvas. Shoulder block from Stone knocking Cashe to the canvas. Cashe quickly gets to his feet and begins to deliver punches to the face and the body, backing Stone into the corner. Cashe delivers one last shot to the ribs and backs up slightly, only to be met with a vicious forearm, staggering Jason. Maxwell goes for a running cross-body block but Cashe ducks, leaving Stone to fly out of the ring.*
Napier: AND A MISS! Stone is out of the ring, which is definitely not a place you want to be when facing Cashe.
*Cashe looks to go for a suicide dive, only to be met with a right cross, sending him back into the ring. Stone quickly re-enters the ring in his team’s corner, only to be blindly tagged by Mac Bane.*
Markson: A blind tag by the “Gentleman Wolf”. Maybe he has a plan?
*Bane enters the ring only to be met with a running forearm from the freshly tagged O’Donnell. O’Donnell quickly grabs his opponent and looks to deliver some sort of offense, only to be reversed, sending the Prestige Champion into the ropes…*
Markson: Into the ropes, what does Bane have in mind?
*Bane delivers a reverse elbow, followed by a fist drop to the face of CJ. Bane returns to his feet and looks down at the Prestige Champion, flipping him the bird, only to be met with an up-kick to the face. After this shot, O’Donnell quickly locks in a triangle choke to Bane.*
Napier: A Triangle Choke from the only man draped in gold in this match. O’Donnell looks to get a tap-out!
*Bane looks to get his feet under him, widening his base, and lifting O’Donnell off of the canvas, only to be met with a crossbody from Maxwell, who has entered the ring. Cashe looks to enter the ring as well, creating a melee in the center of the ring. All four men get to their feet and begin to all send punches, forearms, and the occasional kick in an all-out brawl!*
Napier: MELEE, MELEE! This one has broken down just like Mullet’s choice of hairstyle!
Markson: A brawl has broken out in the middle of this wrestling match…where will this go.
*Bane and O’Donnell quickly hit each other’s partner with a go behind and deliver German suplexes, sending the illegal competitors out of the ring.*
Markson: Stereo Germans from each of the legal men.
*Both legal men begin to brawl again. O’Donnell begins to deliver strikes, gaining the advantage but is quickly cut off by a stiff kick to the chest, sending CJ into the ropes and into the waiting arms of Jason Cashe. Bane looks to deliver a big boot but misses CJ, connecting with Cashe.*
Markson: Malfunction at the junction, Cashe is down, CJ might have some sort of advantage here.
*Bane turns to deliver another attack, only to have to side-step a charging CJ, sending him to the apron. Stone slides back into the ring and attempts to keep the advantage for his team as he charges with a shoulder tackle, but CJ moves, and Stonet accidentally nails Bane, sending him flying off the apron into the security railing. *
Napier: STONE, YOU IDIOT!
Markson: These men really need a team-building exercise.
*Stone turns around to see CJ going for Irish Knowledge (Running Single Leg High Knee), but Stone sidesteps and nails CJ in the stomach with a knee strike that doubles CJ over. Stone immediately grabs CJ and lifts him up for "Momenta Axis" - (Standing Inverted Powerbomb [aka Dominator]), but Cashe slides into the ring, grabs CJ’s foot, and pulls CJ off of Stone’s shoulders to his feet.
Stone turns around and CJ and Cashe both kick him in the stomach at the same time. With Stone doubled over Cashe goes to hook him for a suplex, but CJ says “no” they need to double whip him. Cashe looks at him curiously and CJ starts yelling at Cashe. Cashe releases Stone and shoves CJ. CJ shoves Cashe knocking him back. Cashe steps forward to punch CJ, but as he does Mac pulls CJ’s legs out from under him on the outside, tripping CJ to his face, and then pulling him out of the ring. *
Markson: Looks like CJ O’Donnell and Jason Cashe missed out on an opportunity to put this away by bickering.
Napier: This match is a total disaster, what a terrible idea.
Markson: Didn’t Alexander Marshall book this?
Napier: WHAT!?! NO! Do you think a man running a multi-million dollar company has time to book matches? He has some pencil pusher for that.
*Cashe watches as CJ and Mac trade right hands on the outside of the ring and begins to laugh. Cashe doesn’t notice Stone rising behind him. Stone charges at Cashe and Cashe hears the footsteps but is too late. Cashe turns around only to be clotheslined by Stone and both men topple over the top rope to the outside and land on the brawling CJ and Mac, sending all four men falling to the ground. *
Markson: I don’t think that went as planned.
Napier: I don’t think anything in this match has gone as planned.
*All four men start getting up and as they do CJ shoves Stone. Stone swings at CJ with a right, but CJ ducks, and Stone nails Mac. Mac falls into the security railing. Mac snarls and leg dives Stone taking him down to the ground. Mac and Stone begin rolling around and brawling. CJ laughs at the two men when Cashe grabs CJ by the shoulder and tells him to get back in the ring.
CJ shoves Cashe and yells, “don’t tell me what to fooken do”. Cashe shakes his head and just punches CJ in the face. CJ grabs Cashe and the two begin brawling back and forth. Referee Mullet begins yelling from the ring for everyone to break it up and get back in the ring. *
Markson: It has broken down here in Dallas.
Napier: These guys need to get over themselves and just lose to Mac Bane, they should know that The Cabal is going to come out on top.
*Stone and Mac are up and brawling around the ring. Ref Mullet rolls out of the ring and begins trying to get between them and break them up, but Mac and Stone both shove Mullet at the same time and he goes flying across the Spanish announce table knocking things off the table and falling into the laps of the commentators.
Meanwhile, CJ and Cashe are brawling up the entranceway. CJ drops his shoulder and spears Cashe into the railing. CJ takes a few steps back and then charges at Cashe, but Cashe drops his shoulder and backdrops CJ into the crowd. Cashe turns and jumps the railing into the crowd and begins brawling with CJ through the crowd.
Ref Mullet is helped to his feet by Spanish Announces Ultimo Rudo and Ultimo Technico, and begins calling for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST!!!
*The bell begins ringing, but no one pays attention to it as Mac and Stone continue brawling around the ring, Mac kicks Stone in the stomach and whips him into the ring post. Mac turns and grabs a chair, folding it up, and then swings it at Stone. Stone moves and Mac hits the post, bending the chair around it. Stone tackles Mac to the ground and they continue fighting.
CJ and Cashe have disappeared from the crowd and gone into the hallways of the arena. We see a shot of American Airlines Center security breaking them up and cutting back to Mac and Stone, where TPW security has run down and is separating them. *
Markson: FOLKS, WE ARE GOING TO COMMERCIAL! HOPEFULLY, WE CAN RESTORE OR…
*Markson is cut off as Mac Bane throws a security official across the commentary desk knocking his headset cable loose. The scene abruptly cuts to a commercial beak. *
*The shot returns from commercial break to the announcers table. *
Markson: Welcome back fans, thank you for sticking with us after that calamity. I'm glad you stayed, because we still have two more great matches coming up.
Napier: I don't know how great they will be, none of them feature members of the Cabal.
Markson: The Cabal aren't the only talent in TPW, this place is loaded with talent.
*The arena suddenly goes black. The crowd in anticipation of who or what is to come begins booing as loudly as they can. Rumbling the building. As the boos grow to their peak, a blue spotlight shines down in the ring then another one. Then another. Eventually the lights fill the entire ring. Then after a few moments one more blue spot light shines down on the ramp just as "Rise (Cover)" by State of MINE begins to play drowning out the boos although they can still be heard. The music plays through the first verse before the monster. The Architect of CHAOS steps out onto the ramp.
He remains expressionless as he walks down the ramp toward the ring. The spotlight follows him. He takes his time getting to the ring. For his own amusement and to build the suspense. He enters the ring where a microphone rests in a mic stand awaiting his arrival. As he steps to the mic he tossed his hood off with a broad yet sinister smile across his lips. His music fades. The boos do not and all he does is continuing to smile while looking around at the entire crowd.
He returns to the mic stand. *
Zolton: "Boos are like an angel's song wafting to my ears. So if you must boo your true hero then so be it. But you all will listen to what I have to say."
*Z pauses a moment letting his words resonate before continuing. *
Zolton: "So I'm the reason why Page, the Chronic One, got eliminated from the Bash. Hmmmmm. Maybe he is right. But he is also the reason why i got eliminated from the Bash as well. So in peon terms, we are even Steven. Yet I can't get enough of getting under his skin."
*He pauses again as his smile fades. *
Zolton: You see Page, the issue I have with you is not that you eliminated me from the biggest battle in this company's history. My issue is that you've surrounded yourself around corrupt, gutless and ridiculously hungry for power. Page, you did something that you should've never done. Got yourself wound up in a situation that you shouldn't be in. But we all suffer the consequences of our decisions. And I am your consequences."
*Zolton now turns to the entrance stage and ramp. *
Zolton: "Peons. Mouth breathers. I am the hero this company needs. Yes I said need. Bringing you truth. Doing what it takes to make this company stand above the rest. I will bring Alexander Marshall, Peter Vaughn and Chris Page to justice. You people out here want a hero like Matt Knox or Ava Arthur. Funny thing is, they lack what it is going to take to destroy this group called the Cabal. Not for you people. Not for the other people in the back. But for myself. It begins with Page at Gladiator's Ball.
*Another moment pauses before he goes to continue. *
Zolton: "Page, you say to me to name the time and the place. Well, that has been named for us. So consider the surprise element done. I am not going anywhere… "
He remains expressionless as he walks down the ramp toward the ring. The spotlight follows him. He takes his time getting to the ring. For his own amusement and to build the suspense. He enters the ring where a microphone rests in a mic stand awaiting his arrival. As he steps to the mic he tossed his hood off with a broad yet sinister smile across his lips. His music fades. The boos do not and all he does is continuing to smile while looking around at the entire crowd.
He returns to the mic stand. *
Zolton: "Boos are like an angel's song wafting to my ears. So if you must boo your true hero then so be it. But you all will listen to what I have to say."
*Z pauses a moment letting his words resonate before continuing. *
Zolton: "So I'm the reason why Page, the Chronic One, got eliminated from the Bash. Hmmmmm. Maybe he is right. But he is also the reason why i got eliminated from the Bash as well. So in peon terms, we are even Steven. Yet I can't get enough of getting under his skin."
*He pauses again as his smile fades. *
Zolton: You see Page, the issue I have with you is not that you eliminated me from the biggest battle in this company's history. My issue is that you've surrounded yourself around corrupt, gutless and ridiculously hungry for power. Page, you did something that you should've never done. Got yourself wound up in a situation that you shouldn't be in. But we all suffer the consequences of our decisions. And I am your consequences."
*Zolton now turns to the entrance stage and ramp. *
Zolton: "Peons. Mouth breathers. I am the hero this company needs. Yes I said need. Bringing you truth. Doing what it takes to make this company stand above the rest. I will bring Alexander Marshall, Peter Vaughn and Chris Page to justice. You people out here want a hero like Matt Knox or Ava Arthur. Funny thing is, they lack what it is going to take to destroy this group called the Cabal. Not for you people. Not for the other people in the back. But for myself. It begins with Page at Gladiator's Ball.
*Another moment pauses before he goes to continue. *
Zolton: "Page, you say to me to name the time and the place. Well, that has been named for us. So consider the surprise element done. I am not going anywhere… "
*There is a loud, mixed reception from the Thundermaniacs as attention shifts toward the top of the ramp where walking out through the curtain is former TPW International Champion, Chris Page. Chris, his hair pulled in a ponytail as he sports a “CABAL” tank top, jeans, and white sneakers. Chris stands with his hands on his hips looking toward the ring. Chris starts to make the walk toward the ring while not paying any attention to the crowd. Chris reaches ringside where he takes a second microphone from the ring steps and climbs up on the apron.
Chris stares over at Zolton, smirks, and then steps into the ring.
The music fades away leaving a mixed reception from the crowd as Page raises his microphone up to his lips. *
CHRIS PAGE: Are you done?
*Sheer sarcasm escapes the lips of the iconic performer. *
CHRIS PAGE: I mean, the formalities are out of the way as Alexander Marshall has personally signed your death warrant by putting you in the ring with me. Now, in the three minutes you’ve been flapping your gums you’ve spit out about the generic drivel that does anything BUT separate you from the pack.
*Z looks to interject himself into the conversation but Page cuts him off. *
CHRIS PAGE: Zohan, you’ve got an awful lot to learn when it comes to me. I’m not a man that likes to waste a lot of time; so since we’ve got our date set the only question I’ve got for you is… Why wait?
*Page slaps Z across the face. Z turns his face after the slap and then returns his attention back to Page. A sinister grin already across his lips. A dramatic moment stands between them before Z drops the mic and begins to throw punches at Page and the Iconic One returns the blows. Neither one backing or giving into the other. Punch after punch is thrown. Security and referees rush the ring to try and separate them. They do but Page and Z quickly shove them all to the side and pounce at each other again. Fists fly once more and the referees and security officers attempt to separate them. They can't. More security rushes the ring. Then more trying to separate the two. Finally, after the ring is filled with security, a few referees and Page and Z. The two superstars are eventually separated. Sneers of anger and fierceness plastered across their face.
The shot cuts back to the ringside commentary section. *
Markson: Folks, I'm sorry about this, as soon as we get some order restored we will get to our next match.
Napier: Can you believe what we just saw? Zohan thanks he can call out Chris Page? ZOHAN THINK HE CAN END THE CABAL!?!
Markson: It's ZOLTON!
Napier: I DON'T CARE! Zohan is going to find out that you don't mess with the Cabal.
Markson: Calm down Nick, it's time for our next match.
Steve Cotton: the following contest is scheduled for one-fall and both competitors are making their TPW in-ring debuts and is a qualifier match for the TPW Claim to Fame!
Markson: Man, I still can’t believe she was hired back.
Napier: She is a Strader and Knox by blood, and draws money. It would’ve been dumb not to sign her to a contract.
Steve Cotton: Making his way to the ring hailing from San Jose (Whale’s Vagina), California weighing in at a whopping one-hundred-sixty-pounds... he is EL LANDERSON!!!!!!
*Booyka 619 hit's he walks out on stage and kneels down on one knee and prays. He gets up and points to the Fans in Pyro fireworks burst open and switch to the other side of the stage in does the same thing in after he was done he slowly walks down the ramp in slaps some little kids high fives and he stops and stares at the kid in hands him his Luchdor Mask to him and heads straight towards the ring and hops on the turnbuckle and pose both fingers in mid air and walks to the other side turnbuckle in does the same thing mid finger in the air in he gets down and wait for his Opponent arrive.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent...
* The ThunderTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. There’s a confusion amongst the fans as “Smooth Sailing” by Queens of the Stone Age begins to play. The lights begin to flicker purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder. *
Steve Cotton: She is a former owner of Thunder Pro Wrestling…
//It's all in motion, no stoppin' it now
I got nothing to lose and only one way up
I'm burning bridges, I destroy the mirage
All visions of collisions, Fudgeing bon voyage\\
* The name Veronica Strader in large font starts to flash in pink and purple, with shots of her holding up the OCW TransAtlantic title and CU:LT SNUFF title, getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd. *
Steve Cotton: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…
//It's all smooth sailing
From here on out\\
*Ronnie steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the fans, about a quarter of them booing with Markson but the rest cheering so loud you can’t hear the jeers. She walks to the other side doing the same thing before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.*
Steve Cotton: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada…
*The former OCW TransAtlantic Champion begins her descent towards the ring.*
//I got bruises and hickies, stitches and scars
Got my own theme music, plays wherever I are
Fear is the hand that pulls your strings
A useless toy, pitiful plaything
I'm in flagrante
In every way
Every day\\
*She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her mom’s snakeskin cowgirl boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.*
//It's all smooth sailing
From here on out
I'm gon' do the damage
That needs getting done\\
Steve Cotton: She is the Rightful Heir to the Strader Throne…
*Cain stands centre of the ring.*
//Well, God only knows one long vacation
If reason is priceless there's no reason to pay for it
(It's so easy to see)
Yet so hard to find
Make a mountain of a mole hill, if...
If the mole hill is mine\\
Steve Cotton: "THE SCORPION" RONNIE CAINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*She sneers at El Landerson before turning and waving to Markson who shivers.*
*DING DING DING*
*The referee for this match, Lindsay Wallace, moves back and keeps her eyes on both wrestlers as they move into the center of the ring. Ronnie steps out of her corner cautiously, waiting for El Landerson to make the first strike. El Landerson, contrary to her expectations, walks in calmly, extending his hand for a seemingly calm handshake. Ronnie looks bemused at such a cliché’ and overused tactic. The former TransAtlantic and SNUFF champion, however, makes a movement as if she would fall pray for such a thing, only to slap the hand away… and El Landerson replies with a bitch slap! Ronnie turns with a stagger holding her face and El Landerson takes the advantage hitting a harsh knee clip. Ronnie falls roughly onto her back and El Landerson presses his early advantage by gripping her right leg by the knee, hooking it for a submission attempt. Ronnie quickly regains her sense of mind, kicking El Landerson off. Ronnie rolls to her feet but El Landerson however, still goes on the assault with some quick right hands. Using the match rules to her advantage, Ronnie backs into the ropes, causing Wallace to hold back El Landerson. The luchador taunts her, seemingly intent on finishing Ronnie as quickly as possible. Ronnie suddenly sneers, giving El Landerson a light clap for his efforts so far. Cain moves away from the ropes, El Landerson giving her the space she needs.*
Markson: El Landerson getting out to a fast start trying qualify for the Claim to Fame and I hope he beats that devil woman.
Napier: Well, he needs to take her by surprise. She had a tough loss losing her strap in another company so if he’s quick about it, he could possibly catch her off guard.
*Ronnie makes the first move attempting to lock up once again which El Landerson accepts. El Landerson, with a disadvantage in height and weight, breaks away from the left hand and getting behind Ronnie in a reverse waist lock. Ronnie quickly counters, sending harsh elbows back, pounding El Landerson’s temple. El Landerson, to his credit as many would say, maintains his grip on the Former TransAtlantic and SNUFF champion, attempting to lift Ronnie into the air. Ronnie, however, doesn't let him get that far, using his weakening grip to turn around, changing the hold to a reverse waist lock of her own. Ronnie keeps steady ground and starts forcing El Landerson lower to the ground, pushing a boot into the back of his knee.*
Markson: Come on, El L! This She-Devil can’t qualify!
Napier: Ronnie is well known for her striking ability and her stiffness, but make no mistake about it, Ronnie IS one of the finest brawlers in the game, and she will punish anyone that fools themselves into thinking different.
*El Landerson starts to buckle forward but switches strategies as he reaches down and grips Ronnie’s boot, tripping The Scorpion onto her back. El Landerson quickly returns to the knee hook he held in the previous exchange, trying to make a turn into a Single legged Boston crab. Cain holds herself steady on the mat as El Landerson attempts to make the turn both ways, both unsuccessful. Tiring of El Landerson having the advantage, Ronnie makes a change in movement, pulling her hooked leg, as well as El Landerson, towards herself. This allows Ronnie to throw more hard elbow shots at El Landerson’s forehead, ending with a hard-straight kick to the abdomen. El Landerson staggers back holding his stomach, and Ronnie rolls back to her feet, shaking the leg out before rushing forward and slamming one of her patented stiff knees right into El Landerson's chest. El Landerson doubles over from the unexpected stiff move, and this allows Cain to lock El Landerson into a standing head scissors, quickly looking to hook the arms in a butterfly lock. However, El Landerson only allows one arm to be hooked before dropping to his knees and twirling up, with his own arm still hooked. El Landerson grabs a hold of Ronnie's hair with his free hand and pulls Ronnie into a front face lock, seemingly ready to drop into a DDT. To his dismay, Cain reverses, locking in a waist lock, planting her feet and bringing El Landerson down to the mat with a bridged northern lights suplex!*
1!
2!!
*El Landerson rolls his shoulder from the mat. Ronnie keeps the hold in as she rolls to the side, attempting to bring both wrestlers back to their feet for a second go. The second Northern Lights is countered as El Landerson drives a harsh elbow into Ronnie’s spine. El Landerson breaks the waist lock, hooking both the Scorpion’s arms, twirling both wrestlers and sliding her down to the mat in a backslide pin.*
1!
*Ronnie pushes herself out of the hold breaking the pin.*
Markson: Sweet mother he’s gotta do more than that. She has the power of Lucifer himself!
Napier: Cain just went through an incredibly grueling match last week and will probably have scars from it and she’s obviously still suffering a bit but she needs this win to qualify and to go into her one off match against Sebastian Everett-Bryce just two days from now!
Markson: How do you know all that?
Napier: *Just points to his head* I KNOWS the truth.*
*El Landerson and Ronnie return to their feet at similar times, each ready for the other to strike. However, neither takes the bait and instead they settle for glaring at each other, with the fans showing appreciation for this even start on the match. Ronnie grins at the small look of frustration on El Landerson's face behind his luchador mask and begins to circle around the ring slowly, the crowd slowly starting to build up a chant of...*
TPW Thunderheads: “RON-NIE! RON-NIE! RON-NIE”.'
*El Landerson looks agitated at the chant, and holds out his hands for a test of strength, and Ronnie, to most people's surprise, agrees with a bit of a shrug. Ronnie and El Landerson interlock fingers on the right hand but as Cain lifts her left hand to accept the other arm El Landerson seems to have other plans as he twirls, wrenching the locked arm. Ronnie doubles over holding at her shoulder as El Landerson drives a harsh elbow into it. El Landerson follows up the elbow attack with a high knee assaulting the shoulder from below, repeating the combo of the knee and elbow a few times over to really work the pain in. Ronnie doesn’t take the assault long before using her small amount of leverage to Irish whip El Landerson to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes. El Landerson ducks the attempt at one of Ronnie's stiff lariats, but he's unable to do the same when it comes to the stiff knee that cracks him right in the face.*
Markson: I have a bad feeling, Napier.
Napier: If she was at 100% this match would be over already.
*El Landerson falls backwards to the mat, managing to fall into a seated position where Ronnie capitalizes by smashing her mom’s snakeskin cowgirl boots into his face with a low-dropkick. El Landerson falls onto his back and Ronnie wastes no time in heading to the closest set of ropes and rebounding off of them, hitting El Landerson square in the chest with a flip senton. Ronnie gets back to her feet and takes a few seconds to roll her shoulder a bit to loosen it back up. Grabbing him with a handful of mask Ronnie pulls El Landerson to his feet before delivering a quick and hard European uppercut. El Landerson staggers backwards and turns his back leaning into the turnbuckle, turning around afterwards. That turns out to be a severe mistake as Ronnie fires off her first knife-edge chop of the match, the impact being heard throughout the arena. El Landerson tries to cover up his chest, but Ronnie is having none of that as she tucks his arms into the ropes and delivers another blistering knife-edge chop. El Landerson screams, but that seems to motivate Ronnie as she throws knife-edge after knife-edge, the crowd chanting 'WOO' with each one. After 5 of them, Ronnie grabs his wrist and whips the competitor across the ring towards the parallel turnbuckle. Ronnie charges after him, but El Landerson regains his wits and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle for a springboard spinning heel kick... but Ronnie ducks the attempt! El Landerson makes an odd landing but still rolls, pushing himself to his feet. Ronnie gives him no quarter as she charges in ready to hit a lariat but it's ducked! In fact, El Landerson hooks the attacking arm and brings Ronnie into a Half-Nelson, but Ronnie is able to engage a standing switch! Ronnie grabs onto his head and shoulder, and blows a kiss out to the crowd as she twists, bringing El Landerson down on his with BLACKENED(Sister Abigail). She makes the cover as the arena erupts in the count with Referee Lindsay Wallace and we can hear Markson groan.*
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DING DING DING*
Steve Cotton: And your winner, qualifying for the Claim to Fame.... VERONICA “THE SCORPION” CAIN!!!!!!!!!!
*”Smooth Sailing* hits as Lindsay Wallace raises Veronica’s hand, and hugs her former employer who hired her in the first place. The crowd is ecstatic, but someone definitely isn’t.*
Markson: Well, that sucks.
Napier: Why? ‘Cause she beat John Blade’s Mexican cousin?
Markson: First of all, El L is from Whale’s Vagina, and number two, that woman is awful. You have no idea what it was like to work for her.
Napier: Well, neither do you from the sounds of it.
*Markson goes to reply but decides not too as Veronica has made her way to the top of the ramp, holding her left fist high in the air, as her right hand pushes her medium length dirty blonde hair out of her face before disappearing backstage as the scene fades to commercial.*
*The scene returns from the commercial break to the ringside commentary desk. *
Markson: What a match this is going to be. Ava Arthur has been unstoppable as of late, and The Malvados have been unbeatable as of late. It’s the unstoppable force that meets the immovable object.
Napier: The odd one out here is Alessia Angelo. She hasn’t been on the roll that her partner has been as of late, so she will be the big question mark here.
Markson: Well, let’s see if that question will be answered tonight as we go to Steve Cotton for the introductions.
*The camera switches to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is… YOUR MAIN EVENT, FOR THE DUOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!
*Crowd Pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challengers. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 255lbs, both fighting out of the UK! They are Alessia Angelo, and your 2023 Bohemian Bash Winner, Ava Arthur. THIS IS…. LIGHTS OUT!!!
*The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia cooly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava shadowboxes quickly - then ready themselves for the bell.*
Steve Cotton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 400lbs, both fighting out of NOT MEXICO! They are the 2023 S.E.X Cup champions. They are UNDEFEATED in season two. They are the reigning, defending, and undisputed Thunder Pro Duos champions this is Victor and Hector…. THE MALVADO BROTHERS!!!
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Leslie Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp, holding the Duos championships. Once together, she hands them one title each and the brothers put them over their shoulders before making their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Leslie simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish but despite their efforts, the crowd continues to cheer. Once they realize there is no point they hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match. *
Markson: It’s a shame we missed out on The Malvados adventure this go round, those two are always getting into something exciting.
Napier: I just hope they were preparing this week. I bet twenty-five grand on the Malvados.
Markson: I don’t know if that is the smartest thing to say on air.
Napier: Oh please. Ava has a hot hand right now, but Alessia hasn’t done jack all in TPW.
*As if hearing Napier’s comments Alessia starts the match with Hector. The two begin circling as the bell sounds. As they circle Alessia shoots a fast sweeping single leg and catches Hector with an ankle pick. Alessia comes up, sweeping Hector to his back, then dives on him with a sidehead lock. Hector pushes himself up into a handstand, then spins his body down and twists out into a hammerlock on Alessia.
Alessia gets to a seated position and performs a gramby roll out of the hammerlock, as she is rolling through she wraps one leg around Hector’s head, shoots the other through their arm,s and catches Hector in a triangle choke. Hector begins squirming frantically trying to get out of the choke and stands to his feet. Victor stretches out as far as he can and yells for Hector. Hector trie reaching back to tag, but cannot reach. As Alessia sinches the choke in tighter, Hector throws a leg back and Victor is barley able to tag the foot of Hector. Referee Villano 16 calls it good and Victor hops into the ring. *
Markson: I’m not sure if that really counts as a legal tag.
Napier: If you can tag your partner’s back, why can’t you tag the bottom of his foot?
Markson: Valid point I suppose.
*Victor jumps into the ring and leapfrogs over his brother's back and comes down with a whoopie cushion splash on Alessia’s face. With the hold broken, Hector gets out of the ring while Victor jumps to his feet and runs to the ropes for momentum. As Victor comes off the ropes Alessia spins over to her stomach. Victor hops over Alessia and keeps hitting the ropes, while Alessia pops to her feet. Victor hits the ropes and comes off only to be caught with a deep arm drag from Alessia. Alessia holds onto the arm and spins right into a cross-arm bar.
Victor starts frantically scrambling for the ropes while Alessia pulls tightly on the arm. Just as it appears that Victor’s elbow will snap he gets his foot to the bottom rope. Referee Villano 16 calls for the break, and Alessia obliges but keeps hold of Victor’s arm as she stands. Alessia drags Victor toward the middle of the ring, but as she does Victor kips up, and as he lands on his feet grabs Alessia’s wrist and spins his body in the air taking her over with a wrist lock throw. *
Markson: Some very impressive wrestling here in the early moments of this match.
Napier: Don’t worry, the Malvados have something up their sleeve and will pull a fast one on Lights Out before you know it.
Markson: That is what I’m afraid of.
*Alessia hits and rolls up to her feet, and turns and charges at Victor. Victor goes for a hip toss, but Alessia blocks it, and counters by spinning under the arm and catching Victor in a back slide.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Alessia and Victor both roll up from the hip toss and as they do, Alessia grabs Victor in a headlock. Victor immediately throws a forearm into the ribs of Alessia. Victor then grabs Alessia’s wrist and starts spinning out of the headlock into a top wrist lock, but as he does, Alessia backflips out of it, landing on her feet, and immediately arm dragging Victor. Alessia spins up to her feet and sees Victor getting up. Alessia charges forward and hits Victor with a drop kick that sends Victor flying into the corner of Lights Out. *
Markson: Victor Malvado is finding himself in a spot that he doesn’t want to be in.
Napier: Come on Villano get in there and break this up, that’s two-on-one.
Markson: What happened to your justification for using the five count?
Napier: Shut up Mark.
*Alessia tags in Ava who jumps into the ring and both women grab Victor. The women whip Victor into the ropes and as he comes off they nail him with a double clothesline that drops him. Ava spins around and the women lock hands again and deliver a double elbow drop to Victor. Alessia rolls out of the ring while Ava jumps to her feet, hits the ropes, and comes back with a knee drop onto Victor. Ava hits the knee and rolls forward to her feet. She runs to the ropes where she jumps to the middle rope, springs off, and hits a turn-around leg drop onto Victor. Ava quickly makes a pin. *
Markson: What a match this is going to be. Ava Arthur has been unstoppable as of late, and The Malvados have been unbeatable as of late. It’s the unstoppable force that meets the immovable object.
Napier: The odd one out here is Alessia Angelo. She hasn’t been on the roll that her partner has been as of late, so she will be the big question mark here.
Markson: Well, let’s see if that question will be answered tonight as we go to Steve Cotton for the introductions.
*The camera switches to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is… YOUR MAIN EVENT, FOR THE DUOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!
*Crowd Pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challengers. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 255lbs, both fighting out of the UK! They are Alessia Angelo, and your 2023 Bohemian Bash Winner, Ava Arthur. THIS IS…. LIGHTS OUT!!!
*The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks out Ava and Alessia as they emerge from a blast of fog - Ava pounds her chest with a fist, Alessia cooly examines the ring. A moment’s pause, letting the air adjust… then, with a beat, they move forwards. They pace towards the ring, side by side - though not matching strides, they keep close. Ava is smiling (or smirking, it’s hard to tell), as she reaches up and hauls herself onto the apron. Alessia… just takes the steps. They take up positions in their corner, sharing a brief look to determine who opens - Alessia stretches, Ava shadowboxes quickly - then ready themselves for the bell.*
Steve Cotton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 400lbs, both fighting out of NOT MEXICO! They are the 2023 S.E.X Cup champions. They are UNDEFEATED in season two. They are the reigning, defending, and undisputed Thunder Pro Duos champions this is Victor and Hector…. THE MALVADO BROTHERS!!!
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Leslie Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp, holding the Duos championships. Once together, she hands them one title each and the brothers put them over their shoulders before making their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Leslie simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish but despite their efforts, the crowd continues to cheer. Once they realize there is no point they hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match. *
Markson: It’s a shame we missed out on The Malvados adventure this go round, those two are always getting into something exciting.
Napier: I just hope they were preparing this week. I bet twenty-five grand on the Malvados.
Markson: I don’t know if that is the smartest thing to say on air.
Napier: Oh please. Ava has a hot hand right now, but Alessia hasn’t done jack all in TPW.
*As if hearing Napier’s comments Alessia starts the match with Hector. The two begin circling as the bell sounds. As they circle Alessia shoots a fast sweeping single leg and catches Hector with an ankle pick. Alessia comes up, sweeping Hector to his back, then dives on him with a sidehead lock. Hector pushes himself up into a handstand, then spins his body down and twists out into a hammerlock on Alessia.
Alessia gets to a seated position and performs a gramby roll out of the hammerlock, as she is rolling through she wraps one leg around Hector’s head, shoots the other through their arm,s and catches Hector in a triangle choke. Hector begins squirming frantically trying to get out of the choke and stands to his feet. Victor stretches out as far as he can and yells for Hector. Hector trie reaching back to tag, but cannot reach. As Alessia sinches the choke in tighter, Hector throws a leg back and Victor is barley able to tag the foot of Hector. Referee Villano 16 calls it good and Victor hops into the ring. *
Markson: I’m not sure if that really counts as a legal tag.
Napier: If you can tag your partner’s back, why can’t you tag the bottom of his foot?
Markson: Valid point I suppose.
*Victor jumps into the ring and leapfrogs over his brother's back and comes down with a whoopie cushion splash on Alessia’s face. With the hold broken, Hector gets out of the ring while Victor jumps to his feet and runs to the ropes for momentum. As Victor comes off the ropes Alessia spins over to her stomach. Victor hops over Alessia and keeps hitting the ropes, while Alessia pops to her feet. Victor hits the ropes and comes off only to be caught with a deep arm drag from Alessia. Alessia holds onto the arm and spins right into a cross-arm bar.
Victor starts frantically scrambling for the ropes while Alessia pulls tightly on the arm. Just as it appears that Victor’s elbow will snap he gets his foot to the bottom rope. Referee Villano 16 calls for the break, and Alessia obliges but keeps hold of Victor’s arm as she stands. Alessia drags Victor toward the middle of the ring, but as she does Victor kips up, and as he lands on his feet grabs Alessia’s wrist and spins his body in the air taking her over with a wrist lock throw. *
Markson: Some very impressive wrestling here in the early moments of this match.
Napier: Don’t worry, the Malvados have something up their sleeve and will pull a fast one on Lights Out before you know it.
Markson: That is what I’m afraid of.
*Alessia hits and rolls up to her feet, and turns and charges at Victor. Victor goes for a hip toss, but Alessia blocks it, and counters by spinning under the arm and catching Victor in a back slide.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Alessia and Victor both roll up from the hip toss and as they do, Alessia grabs Victor in a headlock. Victor immediately throws a forearm into the ribs of Alessia. Victor then grabs Alessia’s wrist and starts spinning out of the headlock into a top wrist lock, but as he does, Alessia backflips out of it, landing on her feet, and immediately arm dragging Victor. Alessia spins up to her feet and sees Victor getting up. Alessia charges forward and hits Victor with a drop kick that sends Victor flying into the corner of Lights Out. *
Markson: Victor Malvado is finding himself in a spot that he doesn’t want to be in.
Napier: Come on Villano get in there and break this up, that’s two-on-one.
Markson: What happened to your justification for using the five count?
Napier: Shut up Mark.
*Alessia tags in Ava who jumps into the ring and both women grab Victor. The women whip Victor into the ropes and as he comes off they nail him with a double clothesline that drops him. Ava spins around and the women lock hands again and deliver a double elbow drop to Victor. Alessia rolls out of the ring while Ava jumps to her feet, hits the ropes, and comes back with a knee drop onto Victor. Ava hits the knee and rolls forward to her feet. She runs to the ropes where she jumps to the middle rope, springs off, and hits a turn-around leg drop onto Victor. Ava quickly makes a pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: Ava Arthur has found a new gear and it has brought her to another level.
Napier: She is fighting about her level Mark, she’s going to fail both here tonight and at Gladiators Ball.
*Ava grabs Victor in a headlock as Victor kicked out. Victor begins pushing back into Ava for leverage to get to his feet. As Victor gets up he reaches back with both hands and grabs Ava by the hair, Victor then quickly drops down into a jawbreaker on Ava that breaks the hold. Ava stands staggering holding her jaw, and Victor forward rolls and leaps forward tagging in Hector.
Hector springs to the top rope and comes off with a flying crossbody, but Ava jump and nails Hector in the air with a pump kick to the stomach. Hector falls to the mat holding his stomach and Ava takes two quick steps forward and comes down onto Hector with a back senton. *
Markson: Say what you want about Ava Arthur Nick, but she is growing by leaps and bounds.
Napier: Weeds grow quickly to Mark, and just like a weed she’s going to get whacked.
*Hector rolls up holding his stomach and Ava grabs him and whips him to the ropes, but Hector reverses. As Ava hits the ropes Alessia makes the tag on her back. Hector doesn’t see the tag and as Ava comes off the ropes he goes for a hurriconrana, but Ava catches him and spins around. Alessia jumps into the ring and jumps up grabbing Hector by the back. Alessia falls back with a lung blower as Ava powerbombs Hector down for added momentum on the move.
Hector bounces off of the knees of Alessia and falls to the mat. Ava steps out of the ring as Alessia rubs her knee as if tweaking it on that move. Alessia shakes it off and quickly covers Hecotr. *
1…
2…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: Ava Arthur has found a new gear and it has brought her to another level.
Napier: She is fighting about her level Mark, she’s going to fail both here tonight and at Gladiators Ball.
*Ava grabs Victor in a headlock as Victor kicked out. Victor begins pushing back into Ava for leverage to get to his feet. As Victor gets up he reaches back with both hands and grabs Ava by the hair, Victor then quickly drops down into a jawbreaker on Ava that breaks the hold. Ava stands staggering holding her jaw, and Victor forward rolls and leaps forward tagging in Hector.
Hector springs to the top rope and comes off with a flying crossbody, but Ava jump and nails Hector in the air with a pump kick to the stomach. Hector falls to the mat holding his stomach and Ava takes two quick steps forward and comes down onto Hector with a back senton. *
Markson: Say what you want about Ava Arthur Nick, but she is growing by leaps and bounds.
Napier: Weeds grow quickly to Mark, and just like a weed she’s going to get whacked.
*Hector rolls up holding his stomach and Ava grabs him and whips him to the ropes, but Hector reverses. As Ava hits the ropes Alessia makes the tag on her back. Hector doesn’t see the tag and as Ava comes off the ropes he goes for a hurriconrana, but Ava catches him and spins around. Alessia jumps into the ring and jumps up grabbing Hector by the back. Alessia falls back with a lung blower as Ava powerbombs Hector down for added momentum on the move.
Hector bounces off of the knees of Alessia and falls to the mat. Ava steps out of the ring as Alessia rubs her knee as if tweaking it on that move. Alessia shakes it off and quickly covers Hecotr. *
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Markson: OH MY! What a devastating maneuver that was, and so close to a three count and new champions.
Napier: Did you notice how Alessia was rubbing her knee after that move? That could come back to haunt her.
Markson: I still think it did a lot more damage to Hector Malvado than it did Alessia Angelo.
*Alessia grabs Hector in a front face lock, but Hector sits out and transitions into his own wrist lock. Alessia pushes herself up from her feet and begins to reverse into a wrist lock of her own, but as she does Hector grabs her by the hair and runs her into the ropes. Hector uses the momentum of the ropes to shoot Alessia across the ring. As Alessia comes off the opposite side ropes Hector scoops her up for a body slam, but Alessia floats over the shoulder of Hector, coming down behind him and grabbing him in a waist lock.
Alessia runs Hector chest first into the ropes, where Victor reaches out and tags him without Alessia seeing. Alessia takes Hector back with an O’Connor roll-up for a pin, but Hector isn’t the legal man. With Alessia distracted by arguing with Referee Villano 16, Victor comes in and nails her with a superkick. *
Napier: SEE! I TOLD YOU! Alessia Angelo is deadweight and will be Ava Arthur’s downfall.
Markson: Alessia is more than holding her own, that was just fine tag team wrestling from The Malvados.
*Alessia has rolled to her butt as Victor runs at her and hits a running blockbuster to Alessia as she is seated. Victor rolls up to his feet and charges at the ropes, springs to the top rope, and performs a moonsault from the top rope to Alessia. Victor makes a cover on Alessia. *
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Markson: I don’t know what was more impressive, that moonsault from Victor Malvado, or the toughness of Alessia Angelo.
Napier: I normally don’t like all that flipping and flopping, but that was some impressive balance from Victor Malvado.
*Victor stomps the downed Alessia and she rolls over closer to the ropes. Victor places his foot on her throat and grabs the ropes for more leverage as he chokes Alessia. Referee Villano 16 begins his count and Victor stops choking her at 4. Victor jumps over the top rope to the apron, and then immediately comes back into the ring with a slingshot senton onto Alessia. Victor hits and rolls up to his feet, charges into the ropes, and comes back with a jumping elbow drop onto Alessia.
Victor rolls to his feet and acts like a dog kicking dirt on Alessia and then taunts Ava. This brings Ava into the ring, which draws the attention of the Ref as he stops her from coming in. With the Ref distracted Hector jumps into the ring. Victor pulls Alessia up and whips her into ropes, and as she comes off Victor delivers a back body drop, dropping Alessia into the waiting Hector who catches Alessia with a powerbomb. Victor rolls out of the ring as Hector stacks Alessia up with the powerbomb for the pin. *
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Markson: AGAIN Alessia kicks out, such grit.
Napier: Do you know what would be more impressive than her grit? If she’d stop getting pinned.
*Hector pulls Alessia up by the hair and hooks her for a suplex. Hector lifts Alessia up, but instead of suplexing her down, sits her on the top turnbuckle. Hector then rocks her with an uppercut that snaps Alessia’s head back, leaving her dazed on the top turnbuckle. Hector climbs to the middle turnbuckle, but as he gets there Alessia slams an elbow into his midsection. Hector answers back with a forearm to the face.
Alessia is dazed but fires back with another forearm to the stomach. Hector responds with two forearms to the face of Alessia. Hector then jumps up, wraps his legs around Alessia’s head, and takes her off the top rope with a super-rana. Hector rolls into his corner and tags in Victor. Victor jumps into the ring and the brothers grab Alessia and lift her up for the Rompe Cabeza (Double Brainbuster), but as they get her up Ava flies in from the ropes with a springboard spear that takes both brothers down. Referee Villano 16 starts trying to restore order and get the illegal participants out of the ring. *
Markson: OH MY! Back-to-back maneuvers that could have been game-enders.
Napier: The Malvados were about to end Alesia Angleo when Ava Arthur made the save.
*Alessia and Victor both crawl slowly toward their corners, but Victor launches himself forward and makes the tag first. Hector jumps into the ring and runs for Alessia. Hector grabs the ankle of Alessia just as she gets to her corner. As Hector pulls Alessia back she pushes herself up to her foot. Alessia goes for an enziguri, but Hector ducks it. Alessia lands on her foot, jumps up and back kicks hitting Hector in the jaw. Hector falls to a knee and Alessia rolls forward tagging in Ava which brings the crowd to their feet. *
Markson: LISTEN TO THIS DALLAS CROWD!!!
Napier: More proof that Dallas loves losers.
Markson: JMont already covered that schtick in the opening segment.
*Ava jumps into the ring and as Hector is standing she nails him with a spinning heel kick that drops him back to the mat. Ava kips up as Victor is charging at him, Ava catches Victor with a hip toss, and transitions into a neck breaker while Victor is in mid-air. Ava is quick to her feet as Hector is back up. Ava charges at Hector, and Hector sees her coming and goes for a superkick.
Ava catches Hector’s kick and spins Hector around. As Hector comes back around Ava goes for a savate kick, but Hector ducks. Hector spins right around and as he does Ava flips backward and nails him with a Pele Kick. Ava begins getting up and sees Victor charging again, but this time a bit slower. Ava steps to the side, grabs Victor by the mask and throws him over the top rope out of the ring. *
Markson: Ava Arthur is a woman on fire and is cleaning the house.
Napier: Just because she is a woman doesn’t mean she cleans house Mark, it’s twenty-twenty-three, you can’t just make sexist remarks like that.
Markson: What are you talking about?
Napier: Women have the right to live in dirty houses just like a man.
Markson: Have you lost your mind?
*Ava tags in Alessia as Hector is staggering to his feet. Lights out move into position and deliver Hammer and Anvil as Alessia slips behind Hector and throws him into a bridging suplex, holding them down just long enough for Ava to approach and deliver a knockout stomp to their face. Alessia drops down to make the pin when “THIS TIME IT’S DIFFERENT!” blares over the PA.
Ava turns to look up the entranceway as Alessia releases her hold on Hector and joins side by side with her partner. Ava and Alessia look at the top of the entranceway where Peter Vaughn appears holding the International championship. The crowd is echoing with boos as Ava and Alessia are daring Vaughn to come down to the ring. Vaughn smirks and begins walking down to the ring.
As Lights Out are distracted Victor rolls back into the ring and helps Hector up. Hector and Victor charge forward, Hector grabbing Alessia and Victor grabbing Ava in wristlocks, running them into the ropes, and bringing them back into double O’Connor rolls. Villano 16 drops for the pin. *
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Markson: INCREDIBLY CLOSE!!!
Napier: THAT WAS THREE!!!
Markson: NO! Referee Villano 16 is signaling two.
*As Ava kicks out she does so hard that Victor is sent flying forward through the ropes. Victor goes through the top and middle rope and lands on top of Vaughn, knocking them both to the ground. Hector was sent into the corner as Alessia kicked out. Hector staggers out of the corner and Alessia hooks him fro a Northern Lights suplex. Ava delivers a front roundhouse kick to the back of the head to Hector and Alessia takes him over with the Northern Lights suplex and bridges for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… ANNNNDDDD NNNEEEEWWWW DUOS CHAMPIONS!!!! LIGHTS OOOOOUUUUTTTTT!!!
Markson: THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT!
Napier: I… I…
Markson: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THE MALVADO BROS HAVE FINALLY BEEN DEFEATED!!!
Napier: UN… UN…
Markson: Is that doubt for Peter Vuaghn’s reign I hear in your voice, Nick?
Napier: Na… Na…. SHUT UP MARK!!!
*The shot switches to Alessia and Ava being handed the Duos championships by Referee Villano 16. They hold the titles above their heads and the crowd explodes with cheers. The two women hug each other and Pyro begins to go off throughout the arena and up the entranceway. Alessia and Ave pose in the ring with the titles once more as the show fades to the credits. *
Markson: Have you lost your mind?
*Ava tags in Alessia as Hector is staggering to his feet. Lights out move into position and deliver Hammer and Anvil as Alessia slips behind Hector and throws him into a bridging suplex, holding them down just long enough for Ava to approach and deliver a knockout stomp to their face. Alessia drops down to make the pin when “THIS TIME IT’S DIFFERENT!” blares over the PA.
Ava turns to look up the entranceway as Alessia releases her hold on Hector and joins side by side with her partner. Ava and Alessia look at the top of the entranceway where Peter Vaughn appears holding the International championship. The crowd is echoing with boos as Ava and Alessia are daring Vaughn to come down to the ring. Vaughn smirks and begins walking down to the ring.
As Lights Out are distracted Victor rolls back into the ring and helps Hector up. Hector and Victor charge forward, Hector grabbing Alessia and Victor grabbing Ava in wristlocks, running them into the ropes, and bringing them back into double O’Connor rolls. Villano 16 drops for the pin. *
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Markson: INCREDIBLY CLOSE!!!
Napier: THAT WAS THREE!!!
Markson: NO! Referee Villano 16 is signaling two.
*As Ava kicks out she does so hard that Victor is sent flying forward through the ropes. Victor goes through the top and middle rope and lands on top of Vaughn, knocking them both to the ground. Hector was sent into the corner as Alessia kicked out. Hector staggers out of the corner and Alessia hooks him fro a Northern Lights suplex. Ava delivers a front roundhouse kick to the back of the head to Hector and Alessia takes him over with the Northern Lights suplex and bridges for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… ANNNNDDDD NNNEEEEWWWW DUOS CHAMPIONS!!!! LIGHTS OOOOOUUUUTTTTT!!!
Markson: THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT!
Napier: I… I…
Markson: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THE MALVADO BROS HAVE FINALLY BEEN DEFEATED!!!
Napier: UN… UN…
Markson: Is that doubt for Peter Vuaghn’s reign I hear in your voice, Nick?
Napier: Na… Na…. SHUT UP MARK!!!
*The shot switches to Alessia and Ava being handed the Duos championships by Referee Villano 16. They hold the titles above their heads and the crowd explodes with cheers. The two women hug each other and Pyro begins to go off throughout the arena and up the entranceway. Alessia and Ave pose in the ring with the titles once more as the show fades to the credits. *
