Friday Night Fury 8/25/23 Results
Aug 25, 2023 20:58:32 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Aug 25, 2023 20:58:32 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a black screen with white words that say “On The Last Friday Night Fury”.
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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DOUBLE KICKOUTS!
*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!!!
*The shot switches to Alessia and Ava posing in the ring with the titles as the crowd roars and pyro goes off behind them. The shot fades from Alessia and Ava to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
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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DOUBLE KICKOUTS!
*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!!!
*The shot switches to Alessia and Ava posing in the ring with the titles as the crowd roars and pyro goes off behind them. The shot fades from Alessia and Ava to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a shot of the live sold-out crowd of over 19,500 people. As the camera pans around the crowd it begins focusing on individual signs. *
“DICK KICK CITY, POP: JMONT”
“DICK KICK CITY, POP: JMONT”
“ATLAS VS ROBERT, LAMA VS SNAKE”
“FAYGO > PEPSI”
“MARRY ME MALONEY”
“J.T.W IS A SEXIST”
“JUSTICE FOR LARRY”
“RAVEN WILL PLUCK A CRAM”
“I STILL LIKE ZOLTON”
“KHLOE FOR CTF”
“AVA’S GONNA KILL YOU”
*The camera pans from the crowd over to the front row where we see an arena usher escorting IIW Forever Champions , and the 2023 S.E.X Cup Runner-Ups, The Gangsters of Christ along with their father Michael to their seats in the front row. The shot switches from the GOC to the commentary table. *
Napier: Well, would you look at that. Look who as come crawling back to Thunder Pro. With the IIW closing down the Gangsters of Christ find themselves as the biggest tag team to hit Free Agency in some time, and now they come crawling back to TPW to beg Alexander Marshall for a job.
“FAYGO > PEPSI”
“MARRY ME MALONEY”
“J.T.W IS A SEXIST”
“JUSTICE FOR LARRY”
“RAVEN WILL PLUCK A CRAM”
“I STILL LIKE ZOLTON”
“KHLOE FOR CTF”
“AVA’S GONNA KILL YOU”
*The camera pans from the crowd over to the front row where we see an arena usher escorting IIW Forever Champions , and the 2023 S.E.X Cup Runner-Ups, The Gangsters of Christ along with their father Michael to their seats in the front row. The shot switches from the GOC to the commentary table. *
Napier: Well, would you look at that. Look who as come crawling back to Thunder Pro. With the IIW closing down the Gangsters of Christ find themselves as the biggest tag team to hit Free Agency in some time, and now they come crawling back to TPW to beg Alexander Marshall for a job.
Markson: Well they are indipendent contractors, and still are on reainer with Thunder Pro, they just haven 't found their way back since the S.E.X Cup.
Napier: Sounds like they jut couldn't hang. Maybe if they play their cards right and are nice boys Alexander Marshall will hire them to carry the bags of The Cabal.
Markson: The Gangsters of Christ are on of the best tag teams in the sport today, the Thunderamaniacs would love to have them here in TPW.
Napier: And that is why they are Thunderamorons.
*Silence falls over the arena as the fans began to settle down.*
Napier: What's going on? Where's the cheering, the excitement? Where is that terrible Thunder Struck music? Look, Gangsters of Christ have already killed the town. Let's get this show on the road! These people are acting like somebody died! This is Friday Night Fury, for God's sake!
Markson: There certainly appears to be something going on. I mean, look at the ring... there's no way we're opening with a match with this set-up.
*The fans begin buzzing with anticipation as their eyes are drawn to the ring. The mat has been entirely replaced, white with a big red circle in the center. There's a table set on one side of the ring, obscured by a black sheet. There's another item resting a few feet away, standing a couple feet taller than the table, also obscured by a black sheet. Decorative Japanese lanterns are strung along the apron.*
Markson: The ring mat, is that... is that the Japanese flag?
Napier: It certainly looks like it!
Markson: That's a little disrespectful, don't you think?
Napier: You're darn right it is! Whoever decorated this place, don't they know this is America!?
Markson: No, I mean... you shouldn't walk on another country's flag! Come on!
*With no fanfare, no entrance music, nothing, the curtain parts and a man steps out onto the apron wearing a ceremonial black Japanese robe and a white kabuki mask. Confused, the fans begin to boo as the man shuffles to the ring, then stops at the edge of the ringside area. He looks out at the fans through the eyes of the mask.*
Markson: I don't know what's going on... what IS this?
Napier: I don't know... I don't like it one bit!
*The boos become louder as the man begins making his way up the ring steps and then strides across the apron. Facing the ring, he grips the top rope and touches his forehead to it, then begins aggressively wiping his feet on the Japanese flag mat, caking it with dirt.*
Markson: Why are his shoes so dirty? This is ridiculous. This is exactly why you don't use a country's flag as a ring mat. The disrespect is real.
Napier: Hey, that's on building management! They should've had someone cleaning up all the dirt and mud backstage if they wanted--
Markson: -- there's no dirt or mud backstage, Napier!
*The man climbs into the ring and walks toward the standing object under the black sheet. He removes the black sheet, revealing a large, golden gong. He reaches down and picks up a mallet lying next to the gong and looks it over, gripping it with both hands. The fans continue booing and one of them even throws a miniature carton of chocolate milk into the ring, narrowly missing the man and staining the previously white mat.*
Markson: Great, even the fans are ruining the flag now.
Napier: This is the land of the free, baby. Love it or leave it!
Markson: Did I miss something? Why do we suddenly dislike Japan?
*The man swings the mallet and strikes the gong. The sound reverberates throughout the arena, drawing even more heat from the fans. The man drops the mallet and calls for a microphone, receiving one from Steve Cotton. The man steps into the center of the ring and bows his head before slowly raising his hand, gripping the chin of the mask between two fingers.*
Markson: Who is it?
Napier: Do you have ZERO patience?!
*The man whips off the mask and casts it aside.*
Markson: IT'S J MONT!
Napier: What's going on? Where's the cheering, the excitement? Where is that terrible Thunder Struck music? Look, Gangsters of Christ have already killed the town. Let's get this show on the road! These people are acting like somebody died! This is Friday Night Fury, for God's sake!
Markson: There certainly appears to be something going on. I mean, look at the ring... there's no way we're opening with a match with this set-up.
*The fans begin buzzing with anticipation as their eyes are drawn to the ring. The mat has been entirely replaced, white with a big red circle in the center. There's a table set on one side of the ring, obscured by a black sheet. There's another item resting a few feet away, standing a couple feet taller than the table, also obscured by a black sheet. Decorative Japanese lanterns are strung along the apron.*
Markson: The ring mat, is that... is that the Japanese flag?
Napier: It certainly looks like it!
Markson: That's a little disrespectful, don't you think?
Napier: You're darn right it is! Whoever decorated this place, don't they know this is America!?
Markson: No, I mean... you shouldn't walk on another country's flag! Come on!
*With no fanfare, no entrance music, nothing, the curtain parts and a man steps out onto the apron wearing a ceremonial black Japanese robe and a white kabuki mask. Confused, the fans begin to boo as the man shuffles to the ring, then stops at the edge of the ringside area. He looks out at the fans through the eyes of the mask.*
Markson: I don't know what's going on... what IS this?
Napier: I don't know... I don't like it one bit!
*The boos become louder as the man begins making his way up the ring steps and then strides across the apron. Facing the ring, he grips the top rope and touches his forehead to it, then begins aggressively wiping his feet on the Japanese flag mat, caking it with dirt.*
Markson: Why are his shoes so dirty? This is ridiculous. This is exactly why you don't use a country's flag as a ring mat. The disrespect is real.
Napier: Hey, that's on building management! They should've had someone cleaning up all the dirt and mud backstage if they wanted--
Markson: -- there's no dirt or mud backstage, Napier!
*The man climbs into the ring and walks toward the standing object under the black sheet. He removes the black sheet, revealing a large, golden gong. He reaches down and picks up a mallet lying next to the gong and looks it over, gripping it with both hands. The fans continue booing and one of them even throws a miniature carton of chocolate milk into the ring, narrowly missing the man and staining the previously white mat.*
Markson: Great, even the fans are ruining the flag now.
Napier: This is the land of the free, baby. Love it or leave it!
Markson: Did I miss something? Why do we suddenly dislike Japan?
*The man swings the mallet and strikes the gong. The sound reverberates throughout the arena, drawing even more heat from the fans. The man drops the mallet and calls for a microphone, receiving one from Steve Cotton. The man steps into the center of the ring and bows his head before slowly raising his hand, gripping the chin of the mask between two fingers.*
Markson: Who is it?
Napier: Do you have ZERO patience?!
*The man whips off the mask and casts it aside.*
Markson: IT'S J MONT!
*The fans erupt in boos!*
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!
Napier: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! THIS IS THE GREATEST NIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF OUR SPORT--
Markson: -- you said you didn't like this one bit!
Napier: ONLY J MONT COULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS OFF!
*Still wearing the ceremonial robe, J Mont looks out at the booing fans, no emotion on his face. Totally unlike J Mont, he's completely no-selling the heat, not relishing it as he normally would. He raises his free hand, gesturing for the fans to please lower their voices.*
Markson: The TPW marketing department released a statement on the 22nd that J Mont was going to apologize to Junko Souma for his recent behavior... but... but--
Napier: Yes! YES, MARKSON!
Markson: -- is THIS the apology!?
Napier: YESSSSSSS!
*J Mont remains still and silent as he waits for the fans to stop booing. Once it becomes evident that they hate him way too much to give him any slack at all, J Mont raises the microphone and begins to speak... sincerely, honestly. Surprisingly, this gets the fans' attention and they begin to quiet down.*
J Mont: I learned my lesson 2 weeks ago. I am pretty impressed how you just keep bouncing back, no matter how many times you get beaten by the better competitors. [J Mont takes a deep breath.] And it’s a lot, believe me.
*The fans are holding nothing back. Even the 9 year olds near the front row are using words that would get them suspended for a week from school. And the parents don't care because they hate J Mont that much.*
J Mont: One more thing. I just know that Hideo Chiba is looking UP at you right now, proud of everything you have accomplished. Maybe it's time that you come down to the ring and shake my hand Junko.
*The lights dim and the instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a loud reaction from the fans. Seconds pass and Junko finally steps through the curtain in street clothes with the TPW American Championship on her shoulder. She stands on the stage, glaring down the ramp at J Mont and his ridiculous in-ring set-up.*
Markson: Here she is, Napier... the champion... and she does not look impressed by what she sees waiting for her in the ring.
Napier: Impressed? Of course she's impressed! She's been stunned into silence! Never has anyone treated her with such kindness and respect! Ever since she came to America, she's been disrespected! She's been stabbed in the back by fake friends and false fans! J Mont is GENUINELY SORRY for how he congratulated her on her title win!
Markson: You... you can't be serious.
Napier: Who else has treated Junko to an AUTHENTIC Japanese experience since coming to the States, huh? How dare you question J Mont's sincerity! How DARE YOU, Markson! He wants the American champion to feel at home and you just DUMP ALL OVER HIM!
*Junko cautiously makes her way down to the ring and looks at the decorative lanterns hanging from the apron. She rips one free and looks it over with a sneer before tossing it into the audience, a free souvenir for a lucky fan. Shaking her head, she makes her way up the steps and stands on the apron. J Mont nods and takes a step back, inviting her in with a wave of his hand. He bows his head, feigning shame for his actions. Junko steps through the ropes, holding the American championship tight.*
Markson: This is just uncomfortable. You know what, with how J Mont is appropriating Japanese culture for this farce, he should be canceled!
Napier: CANCELED?! You can't cancel J Mont! That man is forever! When the apocalypse comes along, there's only gonna be four things left! Keith Richards, the cockroaches, John Blade wrestling for every company known to man, and J MONT! YOU DON'T CANCEL J MONT!
*Junko aggressively steps to J Mont and he takes a step back, almost stumbling into the table behind him. He stops himself, holding one hand out, shouting "Hey! HEY! Hear me out, Junko!" before raising the microphone again.*
J Mont: This is your night Junko. This is all for you.
*Junko is just looking at J Mont and she truly cannot believe what she is hearing. But J Mont is pulling out all the stops to show his apology to Junko. *
J Mont: The more I thought about it and even talked to Mia about this as well, I went out and got a few things to make up for how I treated you. Please accept my sincere apology to you Janko, I mean Junko. I'm sorry…..again!
*J Mont, with his hand on the end of the black sheet, pulls it towards him to reveal a Sushi table with a boatload of fortune cookies on it as well. Junko is standing there with a death stare at J Mont, and not even a blink of an eye at all*
Markson: Talk about the blatant disrespect for Junko.
Napier: I wanna get a fortune cookie because I'm hoping after I open it, my fortune will grant me a new co-host to the show.
Markson: You need to get canceled, just like J Mont.
Napier: I wish J Mont would gut you up like that Sushi on stage.
*The fans are in complete shock at what J Mont has set up. He has truly gone overboard a lot of times in his career, but this just might be the icing on the cake.*
J Mont: Now Junko. I wasn't sure what type of Sushi rolls you liked. I couldn't call you because you never gave me your phone number. I couldn't DM you because you never gave me your Instagram or Snapchat, so i had to go off my best guess here. I have a rainbow roll, spider roll, spicy tuna roll, dragon roll, shrimp tempura roll, philadelphia roll, spicy salmon roll, dynamite roll, firecracker roll, unagi roll and a cucumber roll. Oh yeah, I got 10 egg rolls as well. You can never go wrong with them.
*Here comes the curse words again from the fans. TPW might lose their broadcasting rights after this segment because of the disrespect to Junko’s nationality as well as all the cursing from the fans that is being broadcasted live.*
J Mont: I cannot believe you people right now. I went out of my way and even did some research on some of the best sushi around. As Stephanie Tanner from Full House would say.
HOW RUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Markson: This guy is just out of control and needs to go.
Napier: J Mont for president. Get Biden out. We need a new JOE in the house.
J Mont: Now Junko, if i didn't do good with the Sushi choices, i know the fortune cookies are a choice i didn't go wrong with.
*Junko is still staring down J Mont and has yet to flinch. She truly hates J Mont or is going for a Guiness Book Record for longest time not flinching.*
J Mont: OK, the sushi and fortune cookies weren't a big hit for you, but I knew I had some back up plans for you. J Mont is sorry and what better way than to acknowledge your mentor with a custom baseball jersey just for you to remember him by.
*From the back comes a gentleman carrying a jersey to the ring. This man must not work by the hour because he is speed walking like he is Carl Lewis on the track. J Mont standing near the ropes as the man approaches. Leaning his arm through the ropes, he is handed the jersey as the man makes his way towards the back where he came from. J Mont holds the jersey up high for everyone to see.*
Markson: He did not do what I think he just did.
Napier: That jersey is bad ass.
Markson: More disrespect by J Mont to her mentor right there.
Napier: That man was a great pitcher for the Yanks. What is wrong with you?
J Mont: Junko, here is a custom autographed Hideki Irabu Yankee jersey. I didn't know your mentor played for the Yanks, so I give him mad props being a big time Yankee Fan. And Nashville, I'm sorry you don't have a baseball team, but the reason you don't is because you all suck, just like this redneck city.
*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! *
Markson: I cannot hear anything right now!
Napier: This is awesome.
J Mont: You fans are showing no respect for Junko here on her special night. But have no fear, J Mont is here. I am coming to the rescue and have something else that is going to make Junko love me forever.
*J Mont reaches into his pocket and pulls out 2 tickets. Holding them high to show the fans another gift to Junko.*
J Mont: So, the sushi wasn’t a big hit for you. The fortune cookies didn't make you smile. The jersey wasnt to your liking, but I know these 2 tickets are going to make you smile. We are going to a show together, Junko. Me and you.
*The look on Junko’s face is one of a blank stare. Still not blinking, but staring down the soul of J Mont.*
Markson: J Mont better get out of the ring before Junko turns him into a sushi platter.
Napier: And you call J Mont wrong for doing stuff about the Japanese heritage. Look what you just said.
J Mont: What I have right here for me and Junko is 2 front row tickets to see OPPENHEIMER. This is all inclusive for you too. Food, Drinks, Transportation. You name it, it's covered Junko. WE are going to have an amazing time at this show. Hopefully you don't think the show is a total BOMB.
*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! *
Markson: I almost wish the lights would just stay off right now.
Napier: You're so jealous of J Mont, it's not even funny.
Markson: Jealous of how much he is hated?
Napier: This man is best for TV and wrestling.
*The overall hatred for J Mont might have reached an all time new high here.*
J Mont: Man, you guys are rough and it looks like Junko wasn't happy with this either. But have no fear, i have one more gift and there is no way she can turn this down and not be happy. Junko, you are the next contestant on the PRICE IS RIGHT. Well, you don't have to do anything at all, but accept this set of keys right here.
*Just then, from the back, you can see a Kei Car pull out. It’s parked at the top of the ramp. This is the smallest Japanese vehicle in the car market today. 64 total horsepower as well.*
J Mont: Look at that beauty. Nice and small, just for you. Don’t you have anything to say at all to me Junko? I have shown you that I am sorry and tried to make it up to you.
*Junko looks down at the microphone and then over at the championship belt resting on her shoulder. The fans are buzzing with anticipation, wondering what she's going to say in response to his so-called apology. Finally, she raises the microphone and looks him dead in the eyes.*
Junko: J Mont...
*Those words hang in the air for a moment as Junko glares at him. He nods, listening intently. He leans forward, a condescending smile on his face as he truly believes he's got her snowed in.*
Junko: You... are an asshole!
*J Mont's eyes widen and he looks out at the fans as they begin loudly chanting "ASSHOLE!" over and over! She throws the microphone down at his feet and J Mont waves his hands around, demanding that the fans shut their mouths but they only get louder and louder!*
Napier: Wait, what!? WHAT'S GOING ON!? Why didn't she accept the apology!? What kind of champion turns down such luxurious gifts!? J MONT! J MONT, OVER HERE! I'LL GO SEE OPPENHEIMER WITH YOU!
Markson: This is EXACTLY the response he deserves... from Junko Souma AND the TPW fans!
*Suddenly, without warning J Mont lashes out and swipes one of the trays of sushi off onto the mat, drawing an "OoOoOOoOohhhh" reaction from the fans as he suddenly becomes dead serious. Junko drops the championship from her shoulder and grips it tightly in her right hand. She assumes a fighting stance, assuming this is about to get physical. J Mont shakes his head, seething as the fans continue chanting "ASSHOLE" over and over. He reaches down and grabs the microphone, shouting into it.*
J Mont: You know what?
*J Mont walks over to the ropes and looks down at the front row full of TPW fans from kids to adults. Not caring who is there, J Mont spouts off at the mouth.*
J Mont: F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU! F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU! F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU! F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU!
Markson: That’s it. He needs to be fired. This is uncalled for.
Napier: J Mont is best for business. I bet this show will have the highest ratings of all time.
J Mont: And Junko, F[BLEEP] YOU TOO. You really think I'm going to apologize to a piece of s[BLEEP] like you? HAHA. You and everyone else fell for it. The set up that this Friday night was where J Mont was going to apologize was the most talked about thing in the wrestling world. I DID THIS, not you. And I am NOT SORRY about anything I did. Your reign as champion is going to be as short as Wee Man from Jackass. I am taking that title and sending you back to Japan where you can start your new career with Toyota making car parts. And you know what Junko, you can eat all my kind words and gestures off the floor, you bitch!
*J Mont picks up a handful of the Sushi off the floor and throws it into the face of Junko.*
Markson: OH MY GOD!
Napier: What a fastball by Hideki, I mean J Mont!
J Mont: The Gladiator’s Ball is where that American Title comes home to J Mont and I send your ass packing back to Japan. Now, you can go to the back and clean up. One more thing. Go f[BLEEP] yourself Junko!
*Having heard enough, Junko uses one hand to wipe the sushi off her face, then holds up the American championship. The fans cheer loudly and begin chanting her name. J Mont looks around, furious... red in the face. Junko prepares to step through the ropes when J Mont begins speaking to her again in a kinder, gentler tone, doing his best to put her at ease despite his rage-out just seconds ago.*
J Mont: Sorry about the sushi to the face. I got caught up in the moment. But, I think your luck is about to change. I think you need to crack open a fortune cookie and see what the future holds for you. It will be bad luck if you don't do this Junko.
*Junko approaches J Mont, showing no fear despite her apprehension at drawing closer to him. He holds the fortune cookie out toward her. She reaches out... and grabs him by the wrist, pulling the microphone close to her own mouth.*
Junko: You insult me... with your fortune cookie.
*J Mont rips his hand free and spits into the microphone.*
J Mont: Open the damn thing.
*Junko glares at him and breaks the cookie between her fingers. She looks down at the slip of paper and there's a hint of confusion on her face as she figures out the words. The camera zooms in on the message as her eyes begin to widen.*
Markson: Junko, look out!
Napier: YOU NEVER! SEE! IT! COMING!
*Junko throws the fortune cookie and the championship belt aside as J Mont lunges forward... JKO OUT OF NOWHERE-- NO! JUNKO MANAGES TO PUSH HIM AWAY! J Mont stumbles forward, stopping himself against the sushi buffet table and flipping it over before whipping back around... AND BEING HOISTED ONTO JUNKO'S SHOULDERS! JNK DRIVER-- NO! J MONT WRIGGLES FREE AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!*
Markson: She almost had him!
Napier: NO! He almost had HER!
*J Mont rips the ceremonial robe off, revealing a shirt showing the name Peter Vaughn crossed out, and then the name Junko under it. Under her name in quotes, it says “Next to lose their title to J Mont.*
Markson: Regardless of who almost got who, this is the most hotly debated contest for the American championship in recent memory! Junko Souma... J Mont... the match no one ever imagined would happen--
Napier: -- the match nobody asked for! Junko's not even supposed to be the champion! She was supposed to leave after the S.E.X. Cup! WHY IS SHE STILL HERE?!
*J Mont backs up the ramp and stops on the stage, throwing his arms out, posing for the booing fans as Junko remains in the ring, holding up the American championship. With her other hand, she holds up two fingers less than an inch apart, signifying that she ALMOST had him!*
Napier: Oh yeah, you almost had him! What a joke!
Markson: Will you stop!?
*J Mont stands in front of the curtain, breathing heavily. He holds up his own fingers, showing HER how close he came to putting her out with the JKO. He pounds on his chest, shouting, spittle flying from his mouth.*
J Mont: GLADIATOR'S BALL! THAT BELT... IS MINE!
*He makes the title belt motion around his waist and turns around, slinging the curtain aside before heading to the back. The camera abruptly cuts to Junko standing in the ring with the championship held high.*
Markson: This is it, Napier... Junko Souma defends the American Championship against J Mont at Gladiator's Ball. And this is only the beginning of Friday Night Fury. This is just the start of what's sure to be another exciting night of the best professional wrestling you can find! Where do we go from here!?
Napier: Where do we go from here? If it doesn't involve Junko Souma and all of these fans disrespecting J Mont... UP! We can only go UP from here!
Markson: Oh, come on, man!
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!
Napier: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! THIS IS THE GREATEST NIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF OUR SPORT--
Markson: -- you said you didn't like this one bit!
Napier: ONLY J MONT COULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS OFF!
*Still wearing the ceremonial robe, J Mont looks out at the booing fans, no emotion on his face. Totally unlike J Mont, he's completely no-selling the heat, not relishing it as he normally would. He raises his free hand, gesturing for the fans to please lower their voices.*
Markson: The TPW marketing department released a statement on the 22nd that J Mont was going to apologize to Junko Souma for his recent behavior... but... but--
Napier: Yes! YES, MARKSON!
Markson: -- is THIS the apology!?
Napier: YESSSSSSS!
*J Mont remains still and silent as he waits for the fans to stop booing. Once it becomes evident that they hate him way too much to give him any slack at all, J Mont raises the microphone and begins to speak... sincerely, honestly. Surprisingly, this gets the fans' attention and they begin to quiet down.*
J Mont: I learned my lesson 2 weeks ago. I am pretty impressed how you just keep bouncing back, no matter how many times you get beaten by the better competitors. [J Mont takes a deep breath.] And it’s a lot, believe me.
*The fans are holding nothing back. Even the 9 year olds near the front row are using words that would get them suspended for a week from school. And the parents don't care because they hate J Mont that much.*
J Mont: One more thing. I just know that Hideo Chiba is looking UP at you right now, proud of everything you have accomplished. Maybe it's time that you come down to the ring and shake my hand Junko.
*The lights dim and the instrumental version of "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a loud reaction from the fans. Seconds pass and Junko finally steps through the curtain in street clothes with the TPW American Championship on her shoulder. She stands on the stage, glaring down the ramp at J Mont and his ridiculous in-ring set-up.*
Markson: Here she is, Napier... the champion... and she does not look impressed by what she sees waiting for her in the ring.
Napier: Impressed? Of course she's impressed! She's been stunned into silence! Never has anyone treated her with such kindness and respect! Ever since she came to America, she's been disrespected! She's been stabbed in the back by fake friends and false fans! J Mont is GENUINELY SORRY for how he congratulated her on her title win!
Markson: You... you can't be serious.
Napier: Who else has treated Junko to an AUTHENTIC Japanese experience since coming to the States, huh? How dare you question J Mont's sincerity! How DARE YOU, Markson! He wants the American champion to feel at home and you just DUMP ALL OVER HIM!
*Junko cautiously makes her way down to the ring and looks at the decorative lanterns hanging from the apron. She rips one free and looks it over with a sneer before tossing it into the audience, a free souvenir for a lucky fan. Shaking her head, she makes her way up the steps and stands on the apron. J Mont nods and takes a step back, inviting her in with a wave of his hand. He bows his head, feigning shame for his actions. Junko steps through the ropes, holding the American championship tight.*
Markson: This is just uncomfortable. You know what, with how J Mont is appropriating Japanese culture for this farce, he should be canceled!
Napier: CANCELED?! You can't cancel J Mont! That man is forever! When the apocalypse comes along, there's only gonna be four things left! Keith Richards, the cockroaches, John Blade wrestling for every company known to man, and J MONT! YOU DON'T CANCEL J MONT!
*Junko aggressively steps to J Mont and he takes a step back, almost stumbling into the table behind him. He stops himself, holding one hand out, shouting "Hey! HEY! Hear me out, Junko!" before raising the microphone again.*
J Mont: This is your night Junko. This is all for you.
*Junko is just looking at J Mont and she truly cannot believe what she is hearing. But J Mont is pulling out all the stops to show his apology to Junko. *
J Mont: The more I thought about it and even talked to Mia about this as well, I went out and got a few things to make up for how I treated you. Please accept my sincere apology to you Janko, I mean Junko. I'm sorry…..again!
*J Mont, with his hand on the end of the black sheet, pulls it towards him to reveal a Sushi table with a boatload of fortune cookies on it as well. Junko is standing there with a death stare at J Mont, and not even a blink of an eye at all*
Markson: Talk about the blatant disrespect for Junko.
Napier: I wanna get a fortune cookie because I'm hoping after I open it, my fortune will grant me a new co-host to the show.
Markson: You need to get canceled, just like J Mont.
Napier: I wish J Mont would gut you up like that Sushi on stage.
*The fans are in complete shock at what J Mont has set up. He has truly gone overboard a lot of times in his career, but this just might be the icing on the cake.*
J Mont: Now Junko. I wasn't sure what type of Sushi rolls you liked. I couldn't call you because you never gave me your phone number. I couldn't DM you because you never gave me your Instagram or Snapchat, so i had to go off my best guess here. I have a rainbow roll, spider roll, spicy tuna roll, dragon roll, shrimp tempura roll, philadelphia roll, spicy salmon roll, dynamite roll, firecracker roll, unagi roll and a cucumber roll. Oh yeah, I got 10 egg rolls as well. You can never go wrong with them.
*Here comes the curse words again from the fans. TPW might lose their broadcasting rights after this segment because of the disrespect to Junko’s nationality as well as all the cursing from the fans that is being broadcasted live.*
J Mont: I cannot believe you people right now. I went out of my way and even did some research on some of the best sushi around. As Stephanie Tanner from Full House would say.
HOW RUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Markson: This guy is just out of control and needs to go.
Napier: J Mont for president. Get Biden out. We need a new JOE in the house.
J Mont: Now Junko, if i didn't do good with the Sushi choices, i know the fortune cookies are a choice i didn't go wrong with.
*Junko is still staring down J Mont and has yet to flinch. She truly hates J Mont or is going for a Guiness Book Record for longest time not flinching.*
J Mont: OK, the sushi and fortune cookies weren't a big hit for you, but I knew I had some back up plans for you. J Mont is sorry and what better way than to acknowledge your mentor with a custom baseball jersey just for you to remember him by.
*From the back comes a gentleman carrying a jersey to the ring. This man must not work by the hour because he is speed walking like he is Carl Lewis on the track. J Mont standing near the ropes as the man approaches. Leaning his arm through the ropes, he is handed the jersey as the man makes his way towards the back where he came from. J Mont holds the jersey up high for everyone to see.*
Markson: He did not do what I think he just did.
Napier: That jersey is bad ass.
Markson: More disrespect by J Mont to her mentor right there.
Napier: That man was a great pitcher for the Yanks. What is wrong with you?
J Mont: Junko, here is a custom autographed Hideki Irabu Yankee jersey. I didn't know your mentor played for the Yanks, so I give him mad props being a big time Yankee Fan. And Nashville, I'm sorry you don't have a baseball team, but the reason you don't is because you all suck, just like this redneck city.
*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! *
Markson: I cannot hear anything right now!
Napier: This is awesome.
J Mont: You fans are showing no respect for Junko here on her special night. But have no fear, J Mont is here. I am coming to the rescue and have something else that is going to make Junko love me forever.
*J Mont reaches into his pocket and pulls out 2 tickets. Holding them high to show the fans another gift to Junko.*
J Mont: So, the sushi wasn’t a big hit for you. The fortune cookies didn't make you smile. The jersey wasnt to your liking, but I know these 2 tickets are going to make you smile. We are going to a show together, Junko. Me and you.
*The look on Junko’s face is one of a blank stare. Still not blinking, but staring down the soul of J Mont.*
Markson: J Mont better get out of the ring before Junko turns him into a sushi platter.
Napier: And you call J Mont wrong for doing stuff about the Japanese heritage. Look what you just said.
J Mont: What I have right here for me and Junko is 2 front row tickets to see OPPENHEIMER. This is all inclusive for you too. Food, Drinks, Transportation. You name it, it's covered Junko. WE are going to have an amazing time at this show. Hopefully you don't think the show is a total BOMB.
*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! *
Markson: I almost wish the lights would just stay off right now.
Napier: You're so jealous of J Mont, it's not even funny.
Markson: Jealous of how much he is hated?
Napier: This man is best for TV and wrestling.
*The overall hatred for J Mont might have reached an all time new high here.*
J Mont: Man, you guys are rough and it looks like Junko wasn't happy with this either. But have no fear, i have one more gift and there is no way she can turn this down and not be happy. Junko, you are the next contestant on the PRICE IS RIGHT. Well, you don't have to do anything at all, but accept this set of keys right here.
*Just then, from the back, you can see a Kei Car pull out. It’s parked at the top of the ramp. This is the smallest Japanese vehicle in the car market today. 64 total horsepower as well.*
J Mont: Look at that beauty. Nice and small, just for you. Don’t you have anything to say at all to me Junko? I have shown you that I am sorry and tried to make it up to you.
*Junko looks down at the microphone and then over at the championship belt resting on her shoulder. The fans are buzzing with anticipation, wondering what she's going to say in response to his so-called apology. Finally, she raises the microphone and looks him dead in the eyes.*
Junko: J Mont...
*Those words hang in the air for a moment as Junko glares at him. He nods, listening intently. He leans forward, a condescending smile on his face as he truly believes he's got her snowed in.*
Junko: You... are an asshole!
*J Mont's eyes widen and he looks out at the fans as they begin loudly chanting "ASSHOLE!" over and over! She throws the microphone down at his feet and J Mont waves his hands around, demanding that the fans shut their mouths but they only get louder and louder!*
Napier: Wait, what!? WHAT'S GOING ON!? Why didn't she accept the apology!? What kind of champion turns down such luxurious gifts!? J MONT! J MONT, OVER HERE! I'LL GO SEE OPPENHEIMER WITH YOU!
Markson: This is EXACTLY the response he deserves... from Junko Souma AND the TPW fans!
*Suddenly, without warning J Mont lashes out and swipes one of the trays of sushi off onto the mat, drawing an "OoOoOOoOohhhh" reaction from the fans as he suddenly becomes dead serious. Junko drops the championship from her shoulder and grips it tightly in her right hand. She assumes a fighting stance, assuming this is about to get physical. J Mont shakes his head, seething as the fans continue chanting "ASSHOLE" over and over. He reaches down and grabs the microphone, shouting into it.*
J Mont: You know what?
*J Mont walks over to the ropes and looks down at the front row full of TPW fans from kids to adults. Not caring who is there, J Mont spouts off at the mouth.*
J Mont: F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU! F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU! F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU! F[BLEEP] YOU! AND F[BLEEP] YOU!
Markson: That’s it. He needs to be fired. This is uncalled for.
Napier: J Mont is best for business. I bet this show will have the highest ratings of all time.
J Mont: And Junko, F[BLEEP] YOU TOO. You really think I'm going to apologize to a piece of s[BLEEP] like you? HAHA. You and everyone else fell for it. The set up that this Friday night was where J Mont was going to apologize was the most talked about thing in the wrestling world. I DID THIS, not you. And I am NOT SORRY about anything I did. Your reign as champion is going to be as short as Wee Man from Jackass. I am taking that title and sending you back to Japan where you can start your new career with Toyota making car parts. And you know what Junko, you can eat all my kind words and gestures off the floor, you bitch!
*J Mont picks up a handful of the Sushi off the floor and throws it into the face of Junko.*
Markson: OH MY GOD!
Napier: What a fastball by Hideki, I mean J Mont!
J Mont: The Gladiator’s Ball is where that American Title comes home to J Mont and I send your ass packing back to Japan. Now, you can go to the back and clean up. One more thing. Go f[BLEEP] yourself Junko!
*Having heard enough, Junko uses one hand to wipe the sushi off her face, then holds up the American championship. The fans cheer loudly and begin chanting her name. J Mont looks around, furious... red in the face. Junko prepares to step through the ropes when J Mont begins speaking to her again in a kinder, gentler tone, doing his best to put her at ease despite his rage-out just seconds ago.*
J Mont: Sorry about the sushi to the face. I got caught up in the moment. But, I think your luck is about to change. I think you need to crack open a fortune cookie and see what the future holds for you. It will be bad luck if you don't do this Junko.
*Junko approaches J Mont, showing no fear despite her apprehension at drawing closer to him. He holds the fortune cookie out toward her. She reaches out... and grabs him by the wrist, pulling the microphone close to her own mouth.*
Junko: You insult me... with your fortune cookie.
*J Mont rips his hand free and spits into the microphone.*
J Mont: Open the damn thing.
*Junko glares at him and breaks the cookie between her fingers. She looks down at the slip of paper and there's a hint of confusion on her face as she figures out the words. The camera zooms in on the message as her eyes begin to widen.*
Markson: Junko, look out!
Napier: YOU NEVER! SEE! IT! COMING!
*Junko throws the fortune cookie and the championship belt aside as J Mont lunges forward... JKO OUT OF NOWHERE-- NO! JUNKO MANAGES TO PUSH HIM AWAY! J Mont stumbles forward, stopping himself against the sushi buffet table and flipping it over before whipping back around... AND BEING HOISTED ONTO JUNKO'S SHOULDERS! JNK DRIVER-- NO! J MONT WRIGGLES FREE AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!*
Markson: She almost had him!
Napier: NO! He almost had HER!
*J Mont rips the ceremonial robe off, revealing a shirt showing the name Peter Vaughn crossed out, and then the name Junko under it. Under her name in quotes, it says “Next to lose their title to J Mont.*
Markson: Regardless of who almost got who, this is the most hotly debated contest for the American championship in recent memory! Junko Souma... J Mont... the match no one ever imagined would happen--
Napier: -- the match nobody asked for! Junko's not even supposed to be the champion! She was supposed to leave after the S.E.X. Cup! WHY IS SHE STILL HERE?!
*J Mont backs up the ramp and stops on the stage, throwing his arms out, posing for the booing fans as Junko remains in the ring, holding up the American championship. With her other hand, she holds up two fingers less than an inch apart, signifying that she ALMOST had him!*
Napier: Oh yeah, you almost had him! What a joke!
Markson: Will you stop!?
*J Mont stands in front of the curtain, breathing heavily. He holds up his own fingers, showing HER how close he came to putting her out with the JKO. He pounds on his chest, shouting, spittle flying from his mouth.*
J Mont: GLADIATOR'S BALL! THAT BELT... IS MINE!
*He makes the title belt motion around his waist and turns around, slinging the curtain aside before heading to the back. The camera abruptly cuts to Junko standing in the ring with the championship held high.*
Markson: This is it, Napier... Junko Souma defends the American Championship against J Mont at Gladiator's Ball. And this is only the beginning of Friday Night Fury. This is just the start of what's sure to be another exciting night of the best professional wrestling you can find! Where do we go from here!?
Napier: Where do we go from here? If it doesn't involve Junko Souma and all of these fans disrespecting J Mont... UP! We can only go UP from here!
Markson: Oh, come on, man!
*The sot focuses on Junko holding the American Championship and starring at J Mont with fury in her eyes as the scene fades to a commercial. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to reveal Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the opening match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is your opening bout for Friday Night Fury.
*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and weighing in at 165lbs, this is SNAKEBITE!!!
*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: AND HIS OPPONENT! 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 either into the mat or his opponent. As he gets onto the apron, he stands with his back to the inside of the ring and removes his mask. As Atlas removes his mask Snakebite strikes from behind with a running dropkick. Moore flies off the apron and lands chest-first on the security railing. *
Markson: OH MY! SNAKEBITE STRIKES EARLY!!!
Napier: Strike first, strike hard.
Markson: Wrong snake.
*Referee Beard begins yelling at Snakebite, but Snakebite shoves him aside. Atlas uses the security railing to pull himself up, and just as he gets up Snakebite comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive. The impact of the dive sends Atlas slamming back into the security railing. Snakebit laughs as he gets to his feet and looks at Atlass slumped on the ground against the railing. Snakebite goes under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher, then turns and begins to swing it at the head of Atlass, but as he is on the backswing Ref Beard grabs the extinguisher and pulls it out of the hands of Snakebite.
Snakebite begins arguing with Ref Beard, as Beard throws the extinguisher down. Beared threatens to disqualify Snakebite, which only causes Snakebite to laugh. Snakebite then turns back to Atlas but turns right into a lariat from Atlas that almost takes Snakebite's head off. *
Markson: WHAT A LARIAT!
Napier: Eh, he has nothing on Eric Steel’s lariat.
*Atlas pulls his ring vest off, throws it down, grabs Snakebite, and rolls him into the ring. Atlas hops on the apron and begins stepping through the ropes when Snakebite kicks the ropes, snapping the second rope into the groin of Atlas. Atlas grabs his groin and Snakebite grabs Atlas by the head, pulls him through the ropes, and drops Atlas with a DDT.
With Atlas down on the mat Snakebite heads right to the turnbuckles and climbs to the very top. Snakebite leaps off the top rope with a beautiful 450 Splash, but Atlas rolls into the corner out of the way and Snakebite lands hard on the canvas. *
Markson: CRASH AND BURN!!!
Napier: Huge mistake from Snakebite, almost as big of a mistake as putting himself in the Mile High Hall of Fame.
*Snakebite staggers to his feet while Atlas pulls himself up in the corner. Snakebite turns into a thrust kick to the stomach from Atlast that doubles him over. Atlas scoops Snakebite up and delivers Last Rites (Northern Lights Bomb/Snow Plow). Atlas makes the cover on Snakebite.
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KICKOUT!
Atlas grabs Referee Beard by his shirt, and Ref Beard threatens to DQ him. Atlas shoves Beard back and turns back to Snakebite. Snakebite has rolled to his knees and is holding his head when Atlas grabs him by the hair and pulls him upright onto his knees. Atlas releases Snakebite's head and delivers a hard chop across the chest of Snakebite. Snakebite clutches his chest in pain but then begins laughing hysterically. *
Napier: Ugh, what a sick freak.
Markson: Yeah, there is definitely something wrong wth that guy.
Steve Cotton: The following contest is your opening bout for Friday Night Fury.
*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and weighing in at 165lbs, this is SNAKEBITE!!!
*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: AND HIS OPPONENT! 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 either into the mat or his opponent. As he gets onto the apron, he stands with his back to the inside of the ring and removes his mask. As Atlas removes his mask Snakebite strikes from behind with a running dropkick. Moore flies off the apron and lands chest-first on the security railing. *
Markson: OH MY! SNAKEBITE STRIKES EARLY!!!
Napier: Strike first, strike hard.
Markson: Wrong snake.
*Referee Beard begins yelling at Snakebite, but Snakebite shoves him aside. Atlas uses the security railing to pull himself up, and just as he gets up Snakebite comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive. The impact of the dive sends Atlas slamming back into the security railing. Snakebit laughs as he gets to his feet and looks at Atlass slumped on the ground against the railing. Snakebite goes under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher, then turns and begins to swing it at the head of Atlass, but as he is on the backswing Ref Beard grabs the extinguisher and pulls it out of the hands of Snakebite.
Snakebite begins arguing with Ref Beard, as Beard throws the extinguisher down. Beared threatens to disqualify Snakebite, which only causes Snakebite to laugh. Snakebite then turns back to Atlas but turns right into a lariat from Atlas that almost takes Snakebite's head off. *
Markson: WHAT A LARIAT!
Napier: Eh, he has nothing on Eric Steel’s lariat.
*Atlas pulls his ring vest off, throws it down, grabs Snakebite, and rolls him into the ring. Atlas hops on the apron and begins stepping through the ropes when Snakebite kicks the ropes, snapping the second rope into the groin of Atlas. Atlas grabs his groin and Snakebite grabs Atlas by the head, pulls him through the ropes, and drops Atlas with a DDT.
With Atlas down on the mat Snakebite heads right to the turnbuckles and climbs to the very top. Snakebite leaps off the top rope with a beautiful 450 Splash, but Atlas rolls into the corner out of the way and Snakebite lands hard on the canvas. *
Markson: CRASH AND BURN!!!
Napier: Huge mistake from Snakebite, almost as big of a mistake as putting himself in the Mile High Hall of Fame.
*Snakebite staggers to his feet while Atlas pulls himself up in the corner. Snakebite turns into a thrust kick to the stomach from Atlast that doubles him over. Atlas scoops Snakebite up and delivers Last Rites (Northern Lights Bomb/Snow Plow). Atlas makes the cover on Snakebite.
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KICKOUT!
Atlas grabs Referee Beard by his shirt, and Ref Beard threatens to DQ him. Atlas shoves Beard back and turns back to Snakebite. Snakebite has rolled to his knees and is holding his head when Atlas grabs him by the hair and pulls him upright onto his knees. Atlas releases Snakebite's head and delivers a hard chop across the chest of Snakebite. Snakebite clutches his chest in pain but then begins laughing hysterically. *
Napier: Ugh, what a sick freak.
Markson: Yeah, there is definitely something wrong wth that guy.
*Atlast snarls and goes for a big kick, but Snakebite catches Atlas’s foot and transitions into an ankle lock. Snakebite comes up to his feet twisting Atlas away from him as he twists on the ankle. Atlas jumps off his good leg and back kicks hitting Snakebite in the chest and ending him fling back into the corner.
Atlas rolls to his feet, turns, and charges at Snakebite in the corner. Snakebite gets his leg up, and Atlas runs right into his boot and staggers backward. Snakebite hops to the second rope and leaps off. Atlas uses his size and strength and catches Snakebite as he flies through the air. Atlas flips Snakebite onto his shoulders, but Snakebite wiggles free, sliding down the back of Atlas. Atlas turns around and Snakebite goes for a backhand slap, but Atlas ducks and catches Snakebite with the Moore-phine (Elevated Piledriver Variations / Gonzo Bomb). Atlas hooks Snakebite for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ATLAS MOORE!!!
Markson: Atlas Moore did it, he picked up a big singles victory here today.
Napier: Snakebite must have still been reeling from that baseball bat shot lost Fury.
Markson: If the baseball bat strike didn’t give him brain damage, that Moore-Phone piledriver certainly did.
*The shot focuses on Atlas Moore with his hand raised in victory to the Terry-Tron. The screen shows El Landerson. *
Atlas rolls to his feet, turns, and charges at Snakebite in the corner. Snakebite gets his leg up, and Atlas runs right into his boot and staggers backward. Snakebite hops to the second rope and leaps off. Atlas uses his size and strength and catches Snakebite as he flies through the air. Atlas flips Snakebite onto his shoulders, but Snakebite wiggles free, sliding down the back of Atlas. Atlas turns around and Snakebite goes for a backhand slap, but Atlas ducks and catches Snakebite with the Moore-phine (Elevated Piledriver Variations / Gonzo Bomb). Atlas hooks Snakebite for the pin. *
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… ATLAS MOORE!!!
Markson: Atlas Moore did it, he picked up a big singles victory here today.
Napier: Snakebite must have still been reeling from that baseball bat shot lost Fury.
Markson: If the baseball bat strike didn’t give him brain damage, that Moore-Phone piledriver certainly did.
*The shot focuses on Atlas Moore with his hand raised in victory to the Terry-Tron. The screen shows El Landerson. *
El Landerson: Hello everyone, what happened this past Friday with me and Veronica Cain. was totally epic and as for now I really don't know what's next for me and besides whoever wins the triple threat between Cain and Cox in Riddle make the best Claim The fame win cause I'll be there to watch the most amazing three way dance so see who gets the first victory and be the next challenger for Peter Vaughn TPW World Championship at Gladiators Ball I'm also gonna be there to support my fans in family cause these people deserve to see there legendary hero to appear on Gladiators Ball on TPW.
*TPW Cheers for The legendary hero Landerson*
El Landerson: And honestly I might enter the Duos Championship and have Alexander Marshall to make it a official in make it a triple threat tag team for the Duo's Championship against Lights out and Malva do Bros in The Landersons at Gladiators Ball.
*TPW fans chant "Make the match, Make the match Make the match Make the match make the match!". *
El Landerson: So if Alexander Marshall. can make that match happen then I will see those four at Gladiators Ball for the Duo's Championship on TPW. In that is why I'm heading out towards the ring and calling Alexander Marshall to that very ring and meet him face to face so that he can make that match offical at Gladiators Ball for the Duo's Championship on TPW.
*Landerson removes the cords around his shirt and tells them to hit his music. The crowd cheers as Lnaderson makes his way to the ring. El Landerson get in the ring with a mic in hand and starts speaking. *
El Landerson: Alexander Marshall. I know that I lost my match with Veronica Cain over the past few weeks but I was hoping that do have any plans for the legendary Landerson that who should he face at Gladiators Ball. Cause I was telling these TPW universe that I like to be apart of the Duo's Championship with Malvado Bros and Lights out and make it an triple threat for there Duo's Championship unless you got someone else for me to face at Gladiators Ball next month on Gladiators Ball.
I would like an answer from you Mr Alexander Marshall.
*Landerson lower his mic down and waits in the FNF ring until Alexander Marshall appears on stage to address the legendary El landerson. As Landerson waits Atlas Moore comes running back down the isle, and this time has his baseball bat. Landerson is shocked, but can tell this isn't a friendly meeting.
*Landerson lower his mic down and waits in the FNF ring until Alexander Marshall appears on stage to address the legendary El landerson. As Landerson waits Atlas Moore comes running back down the isle, and this time has his baseball bat. Landerson is shocked, but can tell this isn't a friendly meeting.
Atlas slides into the ring and Landerson begins peppering him with rights and lefts. Atlas shoves the smaller Landerson back into the ropes, but Landerson comes springing back off the ropes. As he does Atlas swings the bat at his head, but Landerson ducks under it and springs off the opposite ropes. Landerson leaps through the air and turns around toward Atlas, but Atlas was able to steady himself and swats Landerson out of mid-air with his baseball bat.
Landerson falls to the mat holding his chest where Atlas had just it him. Atlas raises the bat over his head and slams it down across the body of Landerson. Atlas lifts the bat again when security hits the ring and begins pulling Atlas out of the ring. As security fights with Atlas Moore the scene cuts backstage. *
*We cut to the backstage area where we see the former Duos champions, The Malvado brothers, stepping out of Alexander Marshall’s office along with their manager Vanessa Jimenez, and they all appear to be in a very good mood. “All Business” Bobby Bones appears from the left with a microphone in hand. *
Bones: Malvados, Vanessa, do you have a few minutes to talk about what happened last week?
Victor: No!
Hector: Mucho no!
Bones: Um, okay then… Care to tell us then what you were meeting with Mr. Marshall about?
*Vanessa steps in. *
Vanessa: They may not want to talk about it, and all I really have to say about last week is that it was a travesty and my boys were robbed! The wrong Malvado was pinned, but don’t worry, it’s all taken care of… That referee has been heavily fined and suspended so no need to get into it further… Mr. Marshall agrees with us and has already given us the re-match at Gladiator’s Ball, and you better believe we will regain our titles by any means necessary. Now if you don’t mind, my boys need to reliave some stress, so, adios viejo chuco y feo!
Bones: Wait, what does that mean?
*But Vanessa has already walked away, Victor stops and looks at him up and down. *
Victor: It means, dirty… ugly… old man!
*He walks away but Hector also stops to look him down, then up. *
Hector: Mucho feo!
*He also walks off and all Bobby can do is shake his head in disapproval. *
Bones: I mean what does “relieve some stress” mean?! You know what Jeff, let’s follow them, this can’t be good for somebody… probably Wrath of the Storm…
* He motions for the cameraman to follow him as the show goes to commercial. *
Bones: Malvados, Vanessa, do you have a few minutes to talk about what happened last week?
Victor: No!
Hector: Mucho no!
Bones: Um, okay then… Care to tell us then what you were meeting with Mr. Marshall about?
*Vanessa steps in. *
Vanessa: They may not want to talk about it, and all I really have to say about last week is that it was a travesty and my boys were robbed! The wrong Malvado was pinned, but don’t worry, it’s all taken care of… That referee has been heavily fined and suspended so no need to get into it further… Mr. Marshall agrees with us and has already given us the re-match at Gladiator’s Ball, and you better believe we will regain our titles by any means necessary. Now if you don’t mind, my boys need to reliave some stress, so, adios viejo chuco y feo!
Bones: Wait, what does that mean?
*But Vanessa has already walked away, Victor stops and looks at him up and down. *
Victor: It means, dirty… ugly… old man!
*He walks away but Hector also stops to look him down, then up. *
Hector: Mucho feo!
*He also walks off and all Bobby can do is shake his head in disapproval. *
Bones: I mean what does “relieve some stress” mean?! You know what Jeff, let’s follow them, this can’t be good for somebody… probably Wrath of the Storm…
* He motions for the cameraman to follow him as the show goes to commercial. *
* The show comes back from commercial with Steven Cotton standing in the middle of the ring, ready to announce the next match.
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is schedule for one fall with a ten-minute time limit!
*Soda by Nothing but Thieves begins playing. *
Markson: This next match should be interesting Napier, with not one but to wrestlers making their debut!
Napier: Definitely looking forward to what Sarah Wolf has to offer, the soda guys? Not so much.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making his debut in TPW, from Sarasota, Florida… Weighting in at 146 pounds and standing at 5 feet 5 inches tall… he is one half of The Soda Pops…. Pete Pepsi!
*But no one comes out…*
Markson: A bit of stage freight perhaps?
Napier: Maybe somebody shook him before he came out…
*Steve Cotton talks to an official outside the ring and neither seem to know what’s going on. His music is cut off.*
Markson: Wait a minute, we’re being told by our colleague Bobby Bones that there is something going on in the back, right outside gorilla!
Napier: Kayfabe man!
*The Terry-tron comes on, revealing the mayhem going on in the back, involving both new competitors and The Malvado Brothers! We switch to the camera feed in the back where we see that Sarah Wolf has been laid out and being attended to by some TPW officials while others are trying to stop The Malvados who have jumped Pepsi Pete with his tag partner and manager no where in sight. *
Markson: Oh come on now, this is completely uncalled for! What reasons do The Malvados have for attacking these two newcomers?!
Napier: This is what Vanessa meant by ‘relieving some stress’ Mark!
*The Malvados are laying the boots to Pepsi Pete until they are sure he is good and soften up, then they pick him up. One of The Malvados, let’s say Hector, goes to clear a table while Victor continues to hit him with right hands. Hector comes back and then together with his brother they hook him, lift him up and drop him with a Rompe-Cabeza onto the table! The crowd inside the arena start a “holy-Poop!” chant but the Malvados aren’t done. *
Markson: Okay that’s enough, why aren’t the TPW officials stopping this?!
Napier: Because they don’t want to end up like Pepsi Pete?
*The Malvados decide to give Pepsi Pete the Marty Jannetty treatment, picking him up, both grabbing him by his hair and putting him through a nearby office window! The same chant is now defining throughout the arena and The Malvados high five each other, and then one of them peeks through the window and says to the down and bloodied Pepsi Pete: *
Victor: Sodas are bad for you, pendejo!
Hector :Mucho bad!
*Just then you hear screams and as the camera pans around, we see Pepsi Peter’s partner, Cola Murphy and their manager, Uncle Flavio, huffing and puffing their way over. The Malvados simply point and laugh and ‘lightly jog’ away. Once Cola and the uncle arrive, they check on their partner while looking at the Malvados with nothing but anger in their eyes. *
Markson: Well this was definitely not the way these two were hoping to make their TPW debut tonight.
Napier: Oh well, what are you going to do, what’s next?
Markson: Have a heart man!
Napier: I do, it’s 3 sizes too small though… NEXT?
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is schedule for one fall with a ten-minute time limit!
*Soda by Nothing but Thieves begins playing. *
Markson: This next match should be interesting Napier, with not one but to wrestlers making their debut!
Napier: Definitely looking forward to what Sarah Wolf has to offer, the soda guys? Not so much.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making his debut in TPW, from Sarasota, Florida… Weighting in at 146 pounds and standing at 5 feet 5 inches tall… he is one half of The Soda Pops…. Pete Pepsi!
*But no one comes out…*
Markson: A bit of stage freight perhaps?
Napier: Maybe somebody shook him before he came out…
*Steve Cotton talks to an official outside the ring and neither seem to know what’s going on. His music is cut off.*
Markson: Wait a minute, we’re being told by our colleague Bobby Bones that there is something going on in the back, right outside gorilla!
Napier: Kayfabe man!
*The Terry-tron comes on, revealing the mayhem going on in the back, involving both new competitors and The Malvado Brothers! We switch to the camera feed in the back where we see that Sarah Wolf has been laid out and being attended to by some TPW officials while others are trying to stop The Malvados who have jumped Pepsi Pete with his tag partner and manager no where in sight. *
Markson: Oh come on now, this is completely uncalled for! What reasons do The Malvados have for attacking these two newcomers?!
Napier: This is what Vanessa meant by ‘relieving some stress’ Mark!
*The Malvados are laying the boots to Pepsi Pete until they are sure he is good and soften up, then they pick him up. One of The Malvados, let’s say Hector, goes to clear a table while Victor continues to hit him with right hands. Hector comes back and then together with his brother they hook him, lift him up and drop him with a Rompe-Cabeza onto the table! The crowd inside the arena start a “holy-Poop!” chant but the Malvados aren’t done. *
Markson: Okay that’s enough, why aren’t the TPW officials stopping this?!
Napier: Because they don’t want to end up like Pepsi Pete?
*The Malvados decide to give Pepsi Pete the Marty Jannetty treatment, picking him up, both grabbing him by his hair and putting him through a nearby office window! The same chant is now defining throughout the arena and The Malvados high five each other, and then one of them peeks through the window and says to the down and bloodied Pepsi Pete: *
Victor: Sodas are bad for you, pendejo!
Hector :Mucho bad!
*Just then you hear screams and as the camera pans around, we see Pepsi Peter’s partner, Cola Murphy and their manager, Uncle Flavio, huffing and puffing their way over. The Malvados simply point and laugh and ‘lightly jog’ away. Once Cola and the uncle arrive, they check on their partner while looking at the Malvados with nothing but anger in their eyes. *
Markson: Well this was definitely not the way these two were hoping to make their TPW debut tonight.
Napier: Oh well, what are you going to do, what’s next?
Markson: Have a heart man!
Napier: I do, it’s 3 sizes too small though… NEXT?
*The scene cuts to a video as everything slowly goes black. The song "Hell Arrives" by Blue Stahli can faintly be heard in the background. A voice cuts through the darkness. *
VOICE: The past is a curious thing...
*The song kicks it into high gear and slowly something that resembles shadow begins to take shape on the screen. The voice continues. *
VOICE: And the present is no less strange...
*As the picture grows more clearer the shape of a man begins to emerge. But this is no ordinary man, this is a legit giant; thighs as big as tree trunks, barrel-torso and arms like railroad ties. *
VOICE: But the future? The future holds all.. the future holds all of your hopes and dreams and promises... ups and downs.. your victories and your successes..
*And now we have a clear image on screen. A behemoth fills the frame, making it impossible to see where he is or what's behind him. He stands as still as a snake ready to strike, dressed in a pair of dark joggers and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt with "DOOMBRINGER" embroidered across the front. The hood pulled up over his head and his long dark hair make it hard to see his face. He continues, his voice dripping with malice. *
VOICE: It also holds your failures. Your losses. Your defeats.
*He raises his hands to his head and lowers the hood. The movement repositions his hair, giving us a clear look at his heavily bearded face. ANGUS PLAGUE stares into the camera, something akin to hate radiating from his beady black eyes. *
VOICE: The past is a curious thing...
*The song kicks it into high gear and slowly something that resembles shadow begins to take shape on the screen. The voice continues. *
VOICE: And the present is no less strange...
*As the picture grows more clearer the shape of a man begins to emerge. But this is no ordinary man, this is a legit giant; thighs as big as tree trunks, barrel-torso and arms like railroad ties. *
VOICE: But the future? The future holds all.. the future holds all of your hopes and dreams and promises... ups and downs.. your victories and your successes..
*And now we have a clear image on screen. A behemoth fills the frame, making it impossible to see where he is or what's behind him. He stands as still as a snake ready to strike, dressed in a pair of dark joggers and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt with "DOOMBRINGER" embroidered across the front. The hood pulled up over his head and his long dark hair make it hard to see his face. He continues, his voice dripping with malice. *
VOICE: It also holds your failures. Your losses. Your defeats.
*He raises his hands to his head and lowers the hood. The movement repositions his hair, giving us a clear look at his heavily bearded face. ANGUS PLAGUE stares into the camera, something akin to hate radiating from his beady black eyes. *
ANGUS PLAGUE: Sooner rather than later, the future will be standing right in front of you and you're going to have to make a decision.. do you fight? And risk losing everything? Or do you fold and thank whatever God you pray to that you're going to see another sun rise?
*The camera slowly begins to zoom in until just his face is in frame. A slow, villainous smirk begins to form at the corners of his mouth. *
ANGUS PLAGUE: Sooner, rather than later that time will come and judgement will be passed. I will be the hands of punishment and I will not be denied.
*And with that "Hell Arrives" picks up in volume as again the camera pans outward, letting ANGUS and his massive frame once again fill the screen. A slow fade to black brings us into the next commercial break. *
*The camera slowly begins to zoom in until just his face is in frame. A slow, villainous smirk begins to form at the corners of his mouth. *
ANGUS PLAGUE: Sooner, rather than later that time will come and judgement will be passed. I will be the hands of punishment and I will not be denied.
*And with that "Hell Arrives" picks up in volume as again the camera pans outward, letting ANGUS and his massive frame once again fill the screen. A slow fade to black brings us into the next commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to a panoramic shot of the live crowd. As 5FDP’s Judgement Day plays, the crowd pops. However, for a few seconds, the person they’re waiting to see doesn’t show. After a pregnant thirty seconds go by, Eavan Maloney walks out in street clothes and metal crutches. TPW Security come out with her, trying to convince her to go back but Eavan is persistent and makes the slow walk to the ring. Tossing the crutches into the ring, she pulls herself under the bottom rope and props herself up in a corner, where she takes out a microphone. She leans one of the crutches against the ropes as she leans on both the ropes and the other crutch to keep her upright. *
Napier: I’m not sure if Eavan Maloney is crazy or just stupid, but she’s in no shape to be out here tonight.
Markson: After that beatdown by Khloe Cox, we can see it’s definitely taken its toll on Maloney, and I have to agree with you, she shouldn’t be out here like this.
Eavan Maloney: Khloe Fuding Cox, this is how you left me last Fury. I hope you’re satisfied because in one night, you’ve managed to take away everything in my life. I can’t wrestle. I can’t train. Hell, I can barely stand because you decided you wanted to make a name for yourself at my expense.
*The crowd is shocked at Eavan’s condition as Eavan wipes a tear from her eye. *
Eavan Maloney: When I went home, it took my family to practically carry me from the car into my house. I had to be airlifted to a second facility because I wheeled myself out of Dallas and you wanna know the damage? My spine is fucked. I can barely stand, walk, Poop I can’t even go to the bathroom on my own or wipe my own ass because of the damage you‘ve caused me. I wish I can be in this ring and throwing down against an opponent and be able to entertain these people, but instead here I am a broken mess. I watched my daughter cry when she saw me. THAT hurt more than any other pain I deal with, but for the last two weeks, all I wondered was why. I put you over when I came into the company, I thought you and I could have been friends because we were similar, and instead… we get this. You won the battle I didn’t even know was happening.
*As the crowd starts to boo Khloe’s actions, Eavan bows her head before looking at the crowd with a pained look on her face. *
Eavan Maloney: You know, I always told my students that we are warriors and pain is temporary. We fight through it and become stronger, but what you did last Fury? There IS no coming back from this. You ended my career, you ended my livelihood. I dragged my ass out here tonight because the truth should always be told. And the truth is… I have to say goodbye to Thunder Pro Wrestling.
*The crowd starts a ‘No’ chant as Eavan tries to walk around the ring, her tears falling hard as she blows kisses to the crowd and bowing painfully to them. *
Napier: NOT what I expected to hear. I was really hoping to see two great young talents mixing it up here in TPW.
Markson: Maloney fought through the pain tonight to say goodbye. That takes a lot of guts.
Napier: I’m not sure if Eavan Maloney is crazy or just stupid, but she’s in no shape to be out here tonight.
Markson: After that beatdown by Khloe Cox, we can see it’s definitely taken its toll on Maloney, and I have to agree with you, she shouldn’t be out here like this.
Eavan Maloney: Khloe Fuding Cox, this is how you left me last Fury. I hope you’re satisfied because in one night, you’ve managed to take away everything in my life. I can’t wrestle. I can’t train. Hell, I can barely stand because you decided you wanted to make a name for yourself at my expense.
*The crowd is shocked at Eavan’s condition as Eavan wipes a tear from her eye. *
Eavan Maloney: When I went home, it took my family to practically carry me from the car into my house. I had to be airlifted to a second facility because I wheeled myself out of Dallas and you wanna know the damage? My spine is fucked. I can barely stand, walk, Poop I can’t even go to the bathroom on my own or wipe my own ass because of the damage you‘ve caused me. I wish I can be in this ring and throwing down against an opponent and be able to entertain these people, but instead here I am a broken mess. I watched my daughter cry when she saw me. THAT hurt more than any other pain I deal with, but for the last two weeks, all I wondered was why. I put you over when I came into the company, I thought you and I could have been friends because we were similar, and instead… we get this. You won the battle I didn’t even know was happening.
*As the crowd starts to boo Khloe’s actions, Eavan bows her head before looking at the crowd with a pained look on her face. *
Eavan Maloney: You know, I always told my students that we are warriors and pain is temporary. We fight through it and become stronger, but what you did last Fury? There IS no coming back from this. You ended my career, you ended my livelihood. I dragged my ass out here tonight because the truth should always be told. And the truth is… I have to say goodbye to Thunder Pro Wrestling.
*The crowd starts a ‘No’ chant as Eavan tries to walk around the ring, her tears falling hard as she blows kisses to the crowd and bowing painfully to them. *
Napier: NOT what I expected to hear. I was really hoping to see two great young talents mixing it up here in TPW.
Markson: Maloney fought through the pain tonight to say goodbye. That takes a lot of guts.
Napier: Speaking of taking a lot of guts, it takes a lot of guts for Jeremy The Wicked to show up here tonight after that temper tantrum her threw on social media after his loss in that fatal four-way.
Markson: That certainly wasn't the best look for him, but he has a chance to rebound here tonight in big way as he looks to qualify for Claim the Fame.
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit and it is for the last spot in “The Claim the Fame” Match!
# Lights
# Camera
# Silence on the set, tape rolling
# Three, two, one, action!
*“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies continues to play out over the arena.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from The Murder Capital of the World… Santa Carla, California… She is one half of The Influence… ‘You Already Know Its’ Delia Black!
*And out from the back steps out a very different Delia black, all alone, given everything that has gone on with her these last few weeks, no longer the kick happy murder princess. The crowd who normally boo her, doesn’t quite know what to make of her.*
Steve Cotton: and her opponent…
*The opening bassline of Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" starts up as the lights in the arena lower. *
Steve Cotton: Weighting in at 191 pounds and standing 5’8” tall… From Electric City, New York… Here is… Jeremy the Wicked!
*Jeremy the Wicked steps out from behind the curtain on stage. He pounds his chest and yells something unintelligible at the crowd. *
*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. *
Markson: Well here we go Napier, the last spot is on the line, who’s going to get it? Jeremy who lost the fatal-4-way match last week, though he wasn’t the one pinned… or Delia Black who lost, let’s see here, oh yeah, her damn mind?
Napier: Woah, woah, woah! Just because she is trying out different ventures now that she’s all alone doesn’t mean she has lost her mind. Show some respect Markson!
*Delia in the ring is trying to read Dizzy Dan’s palm and he pulls his hand back and calls for the bell instead. Jeremy gets inside the ring she screams like a mad woman and begins to attack him with a fury of fist, kicks, and forearm shots. *
Markson: You were saying?
Napier: What? This is a perfectly normal way to start a match: pounce on your opponent when they least expect it!
*Jeremy manages to push Delia off him and stumbles to his feet only for her to jump on his back and pummel him with right hands. Jeremy tries to reach back to get her off him but when he can’t reach her, he does the only other thing to do and back-peddles, crushing her against the corner. He stumbles out, shaking his head and Delia jumps on him a third time. This time he’s had enough and then simply jumps backwards, slamming Delia against the mat. This finally slows her down as he rolls off her and then gets to his feet. She is on all fours when he comes back at her with a stiff kick to the mid-section! She double overs in pain and now he mounts her and begins to pummel her forehead with stiff shots. Dizzy Dan warns him about the closed fists but he retorts that it’s 2023, that’s old school. Jeremy now gets to his feet, brings Delia to hers and whips her to the corner, she hits hard and he follows through with a crushing lariat. Delia drops to a seating position on the corner and Jeremy shows no mercy, putting the boots to her, pausing only to scream right back at her. Dan gives him the five count and he breaks at 4 and a half before starting the stomping all over again. *
Markson: Despite storming the ring, Jeremy was caught off-guard by Delia who pounced on him, but he has now turned it around and is showing his viciousness.
Napier: We know he has a troubled past and is only trying to make good on a family name, but make no mistake about it, Jeremy has a lot of pent up frustration inside of him and he’s taking all of it out right now on Delia.
*Dizzy Dan warns him a second time and Jeremy backs off only briefly, he goes to grab Delia, but she tries to kick him off, failing, as he catches her feet and then proceeds to pull her by them causing her to fly up and then land hard on her back. Jeremy now turns her on her side then drops to one knee, pressing it against the lower of her back while pulling back on her head and legs for a picture-perfect bow & arrow submission. Dizzy Dan is right on Delia asking her if she gives up, but she waves him off. She tries to break free by pushing up on Jeremy’s hand over her head, but he has a strong grip. Dizzy Dan asks Delia again and she grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards her, causing him to stumble into them and the hold to be broken. Dizzy Dan quickly gets to his feet and throws his arms in frustration with Delia and Jeremy gets on his face about "just what in the hell does he think is he doing?" Dan tries to defend himself, but Jeremy isn’t having it. He goes back to work on Delia, bringing her to her feet but she gives him a thumb to the eyes. He stumbles backwards and Delia moves in, grabbing him and whipping him towards the ropes. He bounces off and Delia goes for a back body drop but Jeremy puts on the breaks and hooks her for a suplex instead! He gets her up but no, he drops her with a Gourdbuster! Jeremy quickly flips her over and attempts the first pin of the match! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out by Delia! *
Markson: Jeremy the Wicked has been all over Delia in the early goings.
Napier: Yeah, she definitely lit a fire under him after the initial pounce.
*Jeremy gets to his feet and brings Delia to hers before delivering some nasty forearm shots to the side of her head. He then whips her to the corner where she hits hard chest first and stumbles backwards right into Jeremy who now delivers a forearm shot to her lower-back. Delia drops to her knees, holding her back in pain as Jeremy runs past her towards the ropes, bounces off and delivers a low-diving clothesline! He quickly gets on top of Delia for the pin and Dan is all over it. *
One!
Two!
Kick out by Delia again. Jeremy doesn’t seem worried, as he gets back to his feet and brings her to his only to scoop her up and drop her with a body slam. He then bounces himself off the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but Delia manages to roll out of the way. Jeremy sits up and checks his elbow as he then goes after Delia who is rolling away and using the ropes to pull herself up. Jeremy comes over and goes for a right hand, blocked by Delia who delivers a chop! Right hand by Jeremy but again she blocks it and chops him a second time! She then backs him to the ropes and whips him to the opposite side, he bounces off and she nails him with a hard forearm shot that sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes and to the outside, no, he rebounds instead and clotheslines her!*
# Lights
# Camera
# Silence on the set, tape rolling
# Three, two, one, action!
*“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies continues to play out over the arena.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from The Murder Capital of the World… Santa Carla, California… She is one half of The Influence… ‘You Already Know Its’ Delia Black!
*And out from the back steps out a very different Delia black, all alone, given everything that has gone on with her these last few weeks, no longer the kick happy murder princess. The crowd who normally boo her, doesn’t quite know what to make of her.*
Steve Cotton: and her opponent…
*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."
Steve Cotton: Weighting in at 191 pounds and standing 5’8” tall… From Electric City, New York… Here is… Jeremy the Wicked!
*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. *
Markson: Well here we go Napier, the last spot is on the line, who’s going to get it? Jeremy who lost the fatal-4-way match last week, though he wasn’t the one pinned… or Delia Black who lost, let’s see here, oh yeah, her damn mind?
Napier: Woah, woah, woah! Just because she is trying out different ventures now that she’s all alone doesn’t mean she has lost her mind. Show some respect Markson!
*Delia in the ring is trying to read Dizzy Dan’s palm and he pulls his hand back and calls for the bell instead. Jeremy gets inside the ring she screams like a mad woman and begins to attack him with a fury of fist, kicks, and forearm shots. *
Markson: You were saying?
Napier: What? This is a perfectly normal way to start a match: pounce on your opponent when they least expect it!
*Jeremy manages to push Delia off him and stumbles to his feet only for her to jump on his back and pummel him with right hands. Jeremy tries to reach back to get her off him but when he can’t reach her, he does the only other thing to do and back-peddles, crushing her against the corner. He stumbles out, shaking his head and Delia jumps on him a third time. This time he’s had enough and then simply jumps backwards, slamming Delia against the mat. This finally slows her down as he rolls off her and then gets to his feet. She is on all fours when he comes back at her with a stiff kick to the mid-section! She double overs in pain and now he mounts her and begins to pummel her forehead with stiff shots. Dizzy Dan warns him about the closed fists but he retorts that it’s 2023, that’s old school. Jeremy now gets to his feet, brings Delia to hers and whips her to the corner, she hits hard and he follows through with a crushing lariat. Delia drops to a seating position on the corner and Jeremy shows no mercy, putting the boots to her, pausing only to scream right back at her. Dan gives him the five count and he breaks at 4 and a half before starting the stomping all over again. *
Markson: Despite storming the ring, Jeremy was caught off-guard by Delia who pounced on him, but he has now turned it around and is showing his viciousness.
Napier: We know he has a troubled past and is only trying to make good on a family name, but make no mistake about it, Jeremy has a lot of pent up frustration inside of him and he’s taking all of it out right now on Delia.
*Dizzy Dan warns him a second time and Jeremy backs off only briefly, he goes to grab Delia, but she tries to kick him off, failing, as he catches her feet and then proceeds to pull her by them causing her to fly up and then land hard on her back. Jeremy now turns her on her side then drops to one knee, pressing it against the lower of her back while pulling back on her head and legs for a picture-perfect bow & arrow submission. Dizzy Dan is right on Delia asking her if she gives up, but she waves him off. She tries to break free by pushing up on Jeremy’s hand over her head, but he has a strong grip. Dizzy Dan asks Delia again and she grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards her, causing him to stumble into them and the hold to be broken. Dizzy Dan quickly gets to his feet and throws his arms in frustration with Delia and Jeremy gets on his face about "just what in the hell does he think is he doing?" Dan tries to defend himself, but Jeremy isn’t having it. He goes back to work on Delia, bringing her to her feet but she gives him a thumb to the eyes. He stumbles backwards and Delia moves in, grabbing him and whipping him towards the ropes. He bounces off and Delia goes for a back body drop but Jeremy puts on the breaks and hooks her for a suplex instead! He gets her up but no, he drops her with a Gourdbuster! Jeremy quickly flips her over and attempts the first pin of the match! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Kick out by Delia! *
Markson: Jeremy the Wicked has been all over Delia in the early goings.
Napier: Yeah, she definitely lit a fire under him after the initial pounce.
*Jeremy gets to his feet and brings Delia to hers before delivering some nasty forearm shots to the side of her head. He then whips her to the corner where she hits hard chest first and stumbles backwards right into Jeremy who now delivers a forearm shot to her lower-back. Delia drops to her knees, holding her back in pain as Jeremy runs past her towards the ropes, bounces off and delivers a low-diving clothesline! He quickly gets on top of Delia for the pin and Dan is all over it. *
One!
Two!
Kick out by Delia again. Jeremy doesn’t seem worried, as he gets back to his feet and brings her to his only to scoop her up and drop her with a body slam. He then bounces himself off the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but Delia manages to roll out of the way. Jeremy sits up and checks his elbow as he then goes after Delia who is rolling away and using the ropes to pull herself up. Jeremy comes over and goes for a right hand, blocked by Delia who delivers a chop! Right hand by Jeremy but again she blocks it and chops him a second time! She then backs him to the ropes and whips him to the opposite side, he bounces off and she nails him with a hard forearm shot that sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes and to the outside, no, he rebounds instead and clotheslines her!*
Markson: Jeremy with a wicked clothesline there on Delia, my lord!
Napier: ah, I see what you did there.
*Delia appears to be completely out and Jeremy smiles wickedly. He drags her to the middle of the ring and pins her by her shoulders. *
One!
Two!
Th… kick out by Delia!
*Jeremy looks at Dizzy Dan not believing that wasn’t three. He gets to his feet and peels Delia off the mat, he then whips her towards the ropes. Delia bounces off and he picks her up with a gorilla press, but before he can slam her down to the mat, she rakes his eyes causing him to let her go and she falls behind him, landing on her feet. She then runs backwards, bouncing herself off the ropes and as Jeremy turns to face her she delivers a step-up Enziguri kick! That drops Jeremy but Delia doesn’t have enough in her at the moment to go for the pin and stays down herself. Dizzy Dan checks both competitors and then begins the ten count, but he doesn’t get far as both begin to stir and stumble to their feet. Jeremy goes for double axe handle smash but Delia kicks him in the gut, followed by a kick to his right tight, then his left tight and then a kick to his chest that sends him stumbling to the corner.*
Markson: Delia Black finally getting some offense going, and it’s all thanks to those educated feet of hers.
Napier: She calls herself the Kick Happy Murder Hobo, and after losing her home, aka the van she was living out of, she fits that monicker more than ever.
*Delia finding a new gear goes after Jeremy in the corner and begins to nail him with rapid fire kicks to the chest and mid-section, followed by a sweep of the legs which drop Jeremy to a sitting position. She then rushes over to the opposite side, pushes herself off the corner, comes back and delivers a baseball slide kick right to his abdomen! The ref gives her a warning as that was very close to a low blow, but Delia pays him no mind as she drags The Wicked one to the middle of the ring and makes her first pin attempt of the night, hooking both legs!*
One!
Two!
*Kick out by Jeremy! Delia gets to her feet quickly now and stomps on Jeremy’s mid section causing him to sit up. She then runs towards the ropes again, bounces off and nails him with a leg lariat! Again Delia goes for the pin but again Jeremy kicks out after two! Delia gets to her feet again and this time brings Jeremy to his before giving him a stiff kick to his mid section. She then leaves him double over as she goes to the corner and does something she normally doesn’t do, climbs it! She is standing on the top turnbuckle, looks at the palm of her hand, nods as if receiving approval and then jumps off, going for a leg drop but Jeremy moves out of the way at the last second and she crashes and burns!*
Markson: I don’t know if Jeremy saw her coming there or he just happened to stumble out of the way, but in any case, he avoided disaster.
Napier: Yeah a top rope leg drop by Delia who is not known to take it to the air, could have marked the end for Jeremy.
*Delia gets up holding her rear in pain and stumbles right into a European uppercut from Jeremy! Jeremy then whips her towards the corner, then runs right behind her. As she turns and hits, Jeremy is right there with a hard clothesline, then in the same motion spins, hooks Delia by her head and then drops her in the middle of the ring with a running bulldog! Jeremy flips her over now, hooks one leg with his arm then grapevines her other leg with his for the pin. Dizzy then slides down and makes the count! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thre… kick out!! Jeremy gets to his feet and tells the crowd it’s time to unleash the lion! The crowd gives a mix reaction but he isn’t worried about it as he picks up Delia, turns her so her back is to him and then hooks her, going for his ripcord lariat finisher! But Delia ducks it, breaking free and then delivering a Pele kick that rocks Jeremy! He drops like a sack of potatos and Delia quickly gets on top of him for the pin! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Th… kick out! Delia gets to her feet this time and now she screams at the Thundermaniacs that she’s ending it! They boo loudly and that actually makes her smile. She lowers her kneepad, exposing her knee and then sets up Jeremy so he is on his knees before taking a running start behind him, bouncing off the ropes and delivering her Murdertime Knee Strike! The knee to the back of his head is so strong that he falls to the outside before Delia can grab him so she can pin him! She curses and slams the mat, frustrated. She slides to the outside and tries to pick up Jeremy but he is dead weight at the moment. The ref begins the ten count and Delia shrugs and slides back inside the ring. *
*One!*
*Two!*
Markson: Delia normally gets help in delivering her finisher by way of a distraction, but she is all alone now Napier… She made this happen all on her own!
*Three!*
Napier: Are you accusing her of cheating? Because Delia may be many things, but a cheater she is not!
*Four!*
Markson: Right… Nevertheless Delia connects with her finisher, but the strike was so strong that she knocked Jeremy out of the ring!
*Five!*
Napier: Classic wrestling spot right there, but she did the right thing by letting the ref administer the 10 count… Hey it doesn’t matter how she wins the match as long as she wins it and gets that final spot in the Claim the Fame match.
*Six! Jeremy begins to stir.*
Markson: You’re absolutely right, she has knocked out Jeremy The Wicked apparently and is well on her way to earning that final ticket.
*Seven! He gets to his knees. *
Napier: I don’t know if Jeremy is going to be able to get up in time, we’re at…
*Eight! He stumbles to his feet and rest his forehead on the apron.*
*Nine! Delia looks in horror.*
*Ten! No! He slides back in and Delia curses, not believing her finisher wasn't enough to take out The Wicked One. She grabs him and brings him to his feet before she whips him towards the ropes. He bounces off and she goes for a running knee strike she calls Squid Game Red Light, but misses as Jeremy ducks! He bounces off the other side as Delia turns and he spears her to hell! The crowd explodes with cheers at the impact of the move but despite it, Jeremy isn’t able to build up enough energy to go for the pin. Dizzy Dan again checks on both competitors and begins another ten count. *
Markson: Here we go again Napier!
Napier: Both of these guys are leaving it all in that ring, trying to secure that last spot… I bet the other competitors already in the match are loving this…
*Jeremy begins to stir but surprisingly so does Delia. They both make it to their feet about the same time, but while Jeremy is upright, Delia is bent holding her midsection. Jeremy sees this as the opportunity he needs and he bounces himself off the ropes before delivering a knee lift to Delia! Delia goes down but Jeremy doesn’t let up, bringing her back up and lifting her with a gorilla press before power-slaming her with all his might! Jeremy falls on top of her now and hooks one leg for the pin! Dizzy Dan is on it! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*NO! Delia kicks out at the last second! The crowd groans and Jeremy can’t believe it. He stumbles to his feet and once again calls for his finisher, except that this time he goes for his set-up first. He picks up Delia and whips her to the ropes, she bounces off and he goes for a spinning left hand punch! Delia ducks, puts on the breaks and then takes off Jeremy’s head with her trademark superkick that he never saw coming! Jeremy is flat on his back and Delia falls on top of him, hooking both legs for the pin! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Jeremy kicks out!*
*But a second too late… THREE! The bell rings… *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, earning herself the last spot in the Claim the Fame match… Delia Black!
Markson: Delia Black did it Napier! Somehow, someway, regardless of what’s going on with her head or extracurricular activities, she was able to pull off the win!
Napier: Never had a doubt in mind Markson!
*Dizzy Dan raises Delia’s arm in victory as the scene fades to commercial break. *
Napier: ah, I see what you did there.
*Delia appears to be completely out and Jeremy smiles wickedly. He drags her to the middle of the ring and pins her by her shoulders. *
One!
Two!
Th… kick out by Delia!
*Jeremy looks at Dizzy Dan not believing that wasn’t three. He gets to his feet and peels Delia off the mat, he then whips her towards the ropes. Delia bounces off and he picks her up with a gorilla press, but before he can slam her down to the mat, she rakes his eyes causing him to let her go and she falls behind him, landing on her feet. She then runs backwards, bouncing herself off the ropes and as Jeremy turns to face her she delivers a step-up Enziguri kick! That drops Jeremy but Delia doesn’t have enough in her at the moment to go for the pin and stays down herself. Dizzy Dan checks both competitors and then begins the ten count, but he doesn’t get far as both begin to stir and stumble to their feet. Jeremy goes for double axe handle smash but Delia kicks him in the gut, followed by a kick to his right tight, then his left tight and then a kick to his chest that sends him stumbling to the corner.*
Markson: Delia Black finally getting some offense going, and it’s all thanks to those educated feet of hers.
Napier: She calls herself the Kick Happy Murder Hobo, and after losing her home, aka the van she was living out of, she fits that monicker more than ever.
*Delia finding a new gear goes after Jeremy in the corner and begins to nail him with rapid fire kicks to the chest and mid-section, followed by a sweep of the legs which drop Jeremy to a sitting position. She then rushes over to the opposite side, pushes herself off the corner, comes back and delivers a baseball slide kick right to his abdomen! The ref gives her a warning as that was very close to a low blow, but Delia pays him no mind as she drags The Wicked one to the middle of the ring and makes her first pin attempt of the night, hooking both legs!*
One!
Two!
*Kick out by Jeremy! Delia gets to her feet quickly now and stomps on Jeremy’s mid section causing him to sit up. She then runs towards the ropes again, bounces off and nails him with a leg lariat! Again Delia goes for the pin but again Jeremy kicks out after two! Delia gets to her feet again and this time brings Jeremy to his before giving him a stiff kick to his mid section. She then leaves him double over as she goes to the corner and does something she normally doesn’t do, climbs it! She is standing on the top turnbuckle, looks at the palm of her hand, nods as if receiving approval and then jumps off, going for a leg drop but Jeremy moves out of the way at the last second and she crashes and burns!*
Markson: I don’t know if Jeremy saw her coming there or he just happened to stumble out of the way, but in any case, he avoided disaster.
Napier: Yeah a top rope leg drop by Delia who is not known to take it to the air, could have marked the end for Jeremy.
*Delia gets up holding her rear in pain and stumbles right into a European uppercut from Jeremy! Jeremy then whips her towards the corner, then runs right behind her. As she turns and hits, Jeremy is right there with a hard clothesline, then in the same motion spins, hooks Delia by her head and then drops her in the middle of the ring with a running bulldog! Jeremy flips her over now, hooks one leg with his arm then grapevines her other leg with his for the pin. Dizzy then slides down and makes the count! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Thre… kick out!! Jeremy gets to his feet and tells the crowd it’s time to unleash the lion! The crowd gives a mix reaction but he isn’t worried about it as he picks up Delia, turns her so her back is to him and then hooks her, going for his ripcord lariat finisher! But Delia ducks it, breaking free and then delivering a Pele kick that rocks Jeremy! He drops like a sack of potatos and Delia quickly gets on top of him for the pin! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Th… kick out! Delia gets to her feet this time and now she screams at the Thundermaniacs that she’s ending it! They boo loudly and that actually makes her smile. She lowers her kneepad, exposing her knee and then sets up Jeremy so he is on his knees before taking a running start behind him, bouncing off the ropes and delivering her Murdertime Knee Strike! The knee to the back of his head is so strong that he falls to the outside before Delia can grab him so she can pin him! She curses and slams the mat, frustrated. She slides to the outside and tries to pick up Jeremy but he is dead weight at the moment. The ref begins the ten count and Delia shrugs and slides back inside the ring. *
*One!*
*Two!*
Markson: Delia normally gets help in delivering her finisher by way of a distraction, but she is all alone now Napier… She made this happen all on her own!
*Three!*
Napier: Are you accusing her of cheating? Because Delia may be many things, but a cheater she is not!
*Four!*
Markson: Right… Nevertheless Delia connects with her finisher, but the strike was so strong that she knocked Jeremy out of the ring!
*Five!*
Napier: Classic wrestling spot right there, but she did the right thing by letting the ref administer the 10 count… Hey it doesn’t matter how she wins the match as long as she wins it and gets that final spot in the Claim the Fame match.
*Six! Jeremy begins to stir.*
Markson: You’re absolutely right, she has knocked out Jeremy The Wicked apparently and is well on her way to earning that final ticket.
*Seven! He gets to his knees. *
Napier: I don’t know if Jeremy is going to be able to get up in time, we’re at…
*Eight! He stumbles to his feet and rest his forehead on the apron.*
*Nine! Delia looks in horror.*
*Ten! No! He slides back in and Delia curses, not believing her finisher wasn't enough to take out The Wicked One. She grabs him and brings him to his feet before she whips him towards the ropes. He bounces off and she goes for a running knee strike she calls Squid Game Red Light, but misses as Jeremy ducks! He bounces off the other side as Delia turns and he spears her to hell! The crowd explodes with cheers at the impact of the move but despite it, Jeremy isn’t able to build up enough energy to go for the pin. Dizzy Dan again checks on both competitors and begins another ten count. *
Markson: Here we go again Napier!
Napier: Both of these guys are leaving it all in that ring, trying to secure that last spot… I bet the other competitors already in the match are loving this…
*Jeremy begins to stir but surprisingly so does Delia. They both make it to their feet about the same time, but while Jeremy is upright, Delia is bent holding her midsection. Jeremy sees this as the opportunity he needs and he bounces himself off the ropes before delivering a knee lift to Delia! Delia goes down but Jeremy doesn’t let up, bringing her back up and lifting her with a gorilla press before power-slaming her with all his might! Jeremy falls on top of her now and hooks one leg for the pin! Dizzy Dan is on it! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Three!*
*NO! Delia kicks out at the last second! The crowd groans and Jeremy can’t believe it. He stumbles to his feet and once again calls for his finisher, except that this time he goes for his set-up first. He picks up Delia and whips her to the ropes, she bounces off and he goes for a spinning left hand punch! Delia ducks, puts on the breaks and then takes off Jeremy’s head with her trademark superkick that he never saw coming! Jeremy is flat on his back and Delia falls on top of him, hooking both legs for the pin! *
*One!*
*Two!*
*Jeremy kicks out!*
*But a second too late… THREE! The bell rings… *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, earning herself the last spot in the Claim the Fame match… Delia Black!
Markson: Delia Black did it Napier! Somehow, someway, regardless of what’s going on with her head or extracurricular activities, she was able to pull off the win!
Napier: Never had a doubt in mind Markson!
*Dizzy Dan raises Delia’s arm in victory as the scene fades to commercial break. *
* The shot returns from the commercial break to the backstage area, El Diablo Blanco and Heloderma walk into catering looking like they have an agenda. As soon as they enter the area, El D puts his hand out toward Heloderma’s chest in order to stop him. El Diablo Blanco pauses momentarily before stroking his chin and surveying the talent grabbing some grub in the middle of tonight’s show. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brother. We’re fixing to start putting some fear in the eyes of all these little scrubs. Not only should they fear Relentless Fury himself, Good Ol El D, Brother, but they should be quaking in their boots when you come around. Now take a look around. Pretty maids all in a row. You’ve got the pick of the litter, Brother. Who do you want?
*Without saying a word Heloderma just shrugs his shoulders. *
El Diablo Blanco: Okay, okay, okay. That’s good. It doesn’t matter who it is. You just want to cause chaos and destruction. We’re going to watch the world burn. Maybe those two.
*El D gets a bit excited as he spots both Sammy G and Cole Dominguez; collectively known as The Party Bros. *
El Diablo Blanco: No, too easy. Might as well have just had a handicap match in the ring tonight with those two buffoons.
*El D continues to survey the room which consists mainly of enhancement talent. Suddenly, something excites El Diablo Blanco that makes him almost jump out of his New Balance shoes. *
El Diablo Blanco: Look, Heloderma. Right over there. Now that’s a prize befitting a monster such as yourself.
*El Diablo Blanco points over to a round table. Sitting there is Wildman Watson who has two plates in front of him filled with sub sandwiches.*
El Diablo Blanco: Let’s go, Brother.
*Good Ol El D struts across the room as if he were Connor McGregor peacocking for a non-existent crowd. El D talks straight over to the seated Wildman. *
El Diablo Blanco: What are you looking at, Brother? I saw you eyeballing me from the moment I walked in here. What is it?
*Wildman Watson’s gaze looks up for the first time from his sub sandwich to peer at El Diablo Blanco. He simply rolls his eyes and goes back to taking a bite from his sandwich. *
El Diablo Blanco: Acknowledge me, Brother. If you have a bone to pick, out with it. I’m El Diablo Blanco, Brother, and the way you’re disrespecting me right now has me feeling downright froggy. You diggit, Brother?
*Still, Wildman Watson’s focus is more on the food in front of him rather than the pompous “Backyard Phenom”. El D has had enough and swats two of Wildman Watson’s plates off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. Watson lets out a deep exhale as he sets down the last of his sandwich. With great force, rather than scoot the chair back, Watson pushes the table forward and gets to his feet. Wildman is ready to throw down but is immediately beaten to the punch as Heloderma steps in; grabbing Watson by the throat. *
El Diablo Blanco: Oh, are you a bad man, Watson? Do you think you’re even deserving of those submarine sandwiches? You’re not. Your sole purpose in the TP-Dub is to make people like me look good. So, I got one question for you, Brother. Whatcha gonna do when Heloderma runs wild on you? Get him, Brother.
*Wildman Watson, still in Heloderma’s death grip, appears as if he is turning another color. It’s not for long, however, as Heloderma takes another step closer. With unbelievable ease, Heloderma lifts Wildman Watson off the ground and chokeslams him through the table he was just eating at. The ruckus catches everyone’s attention, including The Party Bros.*
El Diablo Blanco: You got a problem, Bros? Are you about to be the next victim of my monster?
*Without a word, Sammy and Cole take off running out of catering. El D then brings his attention back to Wildman Watson who is surrounded by remnants of the broken table. Picking up a piece of the sandwich off the ground, El Diablo Blanco stuffs it into Wildman Watson’s mouth and pats him on the cheek. *
El Diablo Blanco: Good work, Brother. I got a rush seeing you destroy that so-called man. I can’t wait to see you do the same thing to Matt Knox. He will rue the day he dumped gasoline on the D-Man. Now let’s go see if there’s anyone else to mess with.
*Heloderma just lets out a grunt towards the downed Watson before the duo turn and leave catering. The shot focuses on them leaving the catering area before transitioning back to the ringside commentary desk where Markson is shaking his head in disgust while Napier is laughing hysterically. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brother. We’re fixing to start putting some fear in the eyes of all these little scrubs. Not only should they fear Relentless Fury himself, Good Ol El D, Brother, but they should be quaking in their boots when you come around. Now take a look around. Pretty maids all in a row. You’ve got the pick of the litter, Brother. Who do you want?
*Without saying a word Heloderma just shrugs his shoulders. *
El Diablo Blanco: Okay, okay, okay. That’s good. It doesn’t matter who it is. You just want to cause chaos and destruction. We’re going to watch the world burn. Maybe those two.
*El D gets a bit excited as he spots both Sammy G and Cole Dominguez; collectively known as The Party Bros. *
El Diablo Blanco: No, too easy. Might as well have just had a handicap match in the ring tonight with those two buffoons.
*El D continues to survey the room which consists mainly of enhancement talent. Suddenly, something excites El Diablo Blanco that makes him almost jump out of his New Balance shoes. *
El Diablo Blanco: Look, Heloderma. Right over there. Now that’s a prize befitting a monster such as yourself.
*El Diablo Blanco points over to a round table. Sitting there is Wildman Watson who has two plates in front of him filled with sub sandwiches.*
El Diablo Blanco: Let’s go, Brother.
*Good Ol El D struts across the room as if he were Connor McGregor peacocking for a non-existent crowd. El D talks straight over to the seated Wildman. *
El Diablo Blanco: What are you looking at, Brother? I saw you eyeballing me from the moment I walked in here. What is it?
*Wildman Watson’s gaze looks up for the first time from his sub sandwich to peer at El Diablo Blanco. He simply rolls his eyes and goes back to taking a bite from his sandwich. *
El Diablo Blanco: Acknowledge me, Brother. If you have a bone to pick, out with it. I’m El Diablo Blanco, Brother, and the way you’re disrespecting me right now has me feeling downright froggy. You diggit, Brother?
*Still, Wildman Watson’s focus is more on the food in front of him rather than the pompous “Backyard Phenom”. El D has had enough and swats two of Wildman Watson’s plates off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. Watson lets out a deep exhale as he sets down the last of his sandwich. With great force, rather than scoot the chair back, Watson pushes the table forward and gets to his feet. Wildman is ready to throw down but is immediately beaten to the punch as Heloderma steps in; grabbing Watson by the throat. *
El Diablo Blanco: Oh, are you a bad man, Watson? Do you think you’re even deserving of those submarine sandwiches? You’re not. Your sole purpose in the TP-Dub is to make people like me look good. So, I got one question for you, Brother. Whatcha gonna do when Heloderma runs wild on you? Get him, Brother.
*Wildman Watson, still in Heloderma’s death grip, appears as if he is turning another color. It’s not for long, however, as Heloderma takes another step closer. With unbelievable ease, Heloderma lifts Wildman Watson off the ground and chokeslams him through the table he was just eating at. The ruckus catches everyone’s attention, including The Party Bros.*
El Diablo Blanco: You got a problem, Bros? Are you about to be the next victim of my monster?
*Without a word, Sammy and Cole take off running out of catering. El D then brings his attention back to Wildman Watson who is surrounded by remnants of the broken table. Picking up a piece of the sandwich off the ground, El Diablo Blanco stuffs it into Wildman Watson’s mouth and pats him on the cheek. *
El Diablo Blanco: Good work, Brother. I got a rush seeing you destroy that so-called man. I can’t wait to see you do the same thing to Matt Knox. He will rue the day he dumped gasoline on the D-Man. Now let’s go see if there’s anyone else to mess with.
*Heloderma just lets out a grunt towards the downed Watson before the duo turn and leave catering. The shot focuses on them leaving the catering area before transitioning back to the ringside commentary desk where Markson is shaking his head in disgust while Napier is laughing hysterically. *
Markson: I can't believe how far El Diablo Blanco has fallen.
Napier: AHAHAHAHA!!! HE SHOVED A SANDWICH IN HIS MOUTH!
Markson: El Diablo Blanco, the jerk store called, and they are all out of you.
Napier: Oh, good one Mark. El Diablo was tired of the nice guy act that was getting him nowhere, now he is a someone on his way to the top.
Markson: He used to be beloved by the fans, but now he is just a jerk. But, we are about to hear from someone who has truly indeared himself to the TPW fans, and that is Larry Tact.
Napier: *fart noise*
*"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 taking a microphone placed in a corner of the ring. *
Larry Tact: Where oh where will the night take us… in NASHVILLE tonight?!?
*The crowd gives a cheap pop at hearing their hometown. Larry does not look pleased, his face creased with concern.*
Larry Tact: The past week hasn’t been an easy one. Last Fury, I had intended on taking time to contemplate what my future looks like in Thunder Pro Wrestling. If I didn’t feel like I could give everything I’ve got, then it wouldn’t be enough for all of you who come to see top quality action. Instead of contemplating that, though, I had to fight just to be allowed here tonight…
*Looking up at the big Tron, we see a replay of the scene from last Fury, with Larry heading backstage and being literally bulldozed by a forklift, and buried under a brick wall. We then see shots cycle of Larry’s back, neck, and ribs, which are covered in large purple bruises and cuts. The shot holding on the Tron is of Larry’s face, with a black and bloodshot eye. Back in the ring, we see Larry’s eye has healed, but he shakes his head looking at the Tron.*
Larry Tact: I’ll have you know that I do NOT take kindly to having my good intentions sabotaged. The most baffling thing is, for what cause would you resort to some sneak attack? Is this the Cabal deciding to play another game? Is there a young and hungry wrestler who thinks this will make their name at my expense? You want to make an example of me?! I’M RIGHT HERE!
*He opens up his arms towards the stage and the crowd cheers at Tact’s defiance. *
Larry Tact: You know what? There’s no point in waiting for someone to appear who cannot even confront me face-to-face. If you take issue with me, we can find a time and a place for you to take a real shot. Because this whole untactful attacking of me when I’m unprepared? IT DIDN’T TAKE ME OUT! If anything, do you know what it achieved? It set off a spark that is building to a FIRESTORM in me! As far as my TPW status going forward, do you know what I say, THUNDERAMANIACS?? LARRY TACT IS TPW STRONG!!!
*The stands erupt with cheers at this announcement, and Larry’s name is chanted throughout the arena as he briefly allows a smirk.*
Larry Tact: As far as this assailant goes, you think you have the GUTS and the TALENT to stand up to me? You think you can pick your spot to attack without blowback to yourself? Unlike you, I’m not going to lurk in the shadows. I stand TPW STRONG as one of only three wrestlers who have held the TPW International Championship, yet I’ll also stay humble and give you something invaluable – opportunity. A time and place to prove you can stand face-to-face with me… AT GLADIATORS BALL!
*The boisterous reaction from the THUNDERAMANIACS to this special challenge is music to Larry’s ears, as he nods and walks towards a corner of the ring, holding the ropes. *
Larry Tact: Don’t worry about those bruises and cuts from last Fury. Come Gladiators Ball, I won’t be stopped from heading down to this ring and whooping some mysterious ass from pillar to post! You’ll still get the shine of being in the ring with a former International Champion, and all the STAR POWER that comes wi—
*A few screams from the crowd alert Larry to look up, and he barely backpedals in time as a BRICK STRIKES THE TURNBUCKLE POST! *
Markson: BRICKS! There are literally a ton of bricks falling into the ring, and they almost caved in Larry Tact!
Napier: Almost doesn’t count.
Markson: Are you joking me? This kind of attack is a risk to the safety of everyone, not only Larry. Whoever is behind this has gone off the reservation and needs to be stopped!
Napier: It depends, Markson. Larry clearly wronged someone and they’re looking for payback. First the Cabal, now this. Larry Tact doesn’t get a pass for making enemies with the wrong people. He’s going to take some lumps for his words and actions.
Markson: With BRICKS??
Napier: Aren’t you all about being objective? Don’t Brick Shame.
*Being mere inches away, Larry looks pissed at being targeted for the second straight week. Before he can do anything, BRICK AFTER BRICK BEGINS FALLING FROM THE RAFTERS AND FILLING THE RING! Larry wisely got out of there in time, but the statement has been made…
Then…
“Rock You Like A Hurricane” by the Scorpions then blares over the arena, and the Big Tron lights up showing an area backstage. Pacing in front of a brick wall is a figure dressed in all black, with a hoodie covering the head. *
Mystery Assailant: LARRY I NEVER FORGOT!!!!
*The mystery assailant lifts the hoodie off from his head and reveals himself to be BAM Fuding MILLER!!!! The look that begins with shock on Larry’s face turns into a narrowing of eyebrows and a frown of disdain. *
Bam Miller: It's been over a year now since you bested me at the Cannabis Cup, it's been over a year for me to think about what I did wrong in that match, it's been over a year since I've watched your career skyrocket into the heavens while mine gets closer to hell each Fuding day!
*Bam pauses and faces for a little before turning his focus back to Larry. *
Bam Miller: But now the time for thinking is over, it's time for action and I took that action against you Tact when I nailed you with a brick, but that was only the beginning because my revenge is on the horizon and just how I tried to bury you a few minutes ago I'm going to do it at GLADIATORS BALL! Consider your challenge accepted!!!
*A roar from the stands as the THUNDERAMANIACS approve of the match made. Larry continues to stare daggers at the Tron, where Bam gives a wicked look right back at him. *
Markson: After a year, there has seemingly been no cooling and zero respect between these two! I never would have thought BAM MILLER would enter Thunder Pro Wrestling to go at it with Larry Tact, but we’re about to get that very rematch at Gladiators Ball!
Napier: That’s BAM EFFING MILLER to you, Mark-son! Your folk hero Tact has really stepped in it this time. Larry wants to take these fools in the nosebleeds on some fantasy of him being ‘TPW Strong.’ If he dares to step into the ring with the Brick Killer, Larry’s TPW career will be over, period.
Markson: I would not go that far, but this is guaranteed to be a hard hitting and brutal match between two wrestlers who refuse to back down. We’re going to see if Alexander Marshall makes this official, and return to action when Matt Knox takes on Cram, next!
Larry Tact: Where oh where will the night take us… in NASHVILLE tonight?!?
*The crowd gives a cheap pop at hearing their hometown. Larry does not look pleased, his face creased with concern.*
Larry Tact: The past week hasn’t been an easy one. Last Fury, I had intended on taking time to contemplate what my future looks like in Thunder Pro Wrestling. If I didn’t feel like I could give everything I’ve got, then it wouldn’t be enough for all of you who come to see top quality action. Instead of contemplating that, though, I had to fight just to be allowed here tonight…
*Looking up at the big Tron, we see a replay of the scene from last Fury, with Larry heading backstage and being literally bulldozed by a forklift, and buried under a brick wall. We then see shots cycle of Larry’s back, neck, and ribs, which are covered in large purple bruises and cuts. The shot holding on the Tron is of Larry’s face, with a black and bloodshot eye. Back in the ring, we see Larry’s eye has healed, but he shakes his head looking at the Tron.*
Larry Tact: I’ll have you know that I do NOT take kindly to having my good intentions sabotaged. The most baffling thing is, for what cause would you resort to some sneak attack? Is this the Cabal deciding to play another game? Is there a young and hungry wrestler who thinks this will make their name at my expense? You want to make an example of me?! I’M RIGHT HERE!
*He opens up his arms towards the stage and the crowd cheers at Tact’s defiance. *
Larry Tact: You know what? There’s no point in waiting for someone to appear who cannot even confront me face-to-face. If you take issue with me, we can find a time and a place for you to take a real shot. Because this whole untactful attacking of me when I’m unprepared? IT DIDN’T TAKE ME OUT! If anything, do you know what it achieved? It set off a spark that is building to a FIRESTORM in me! As far as my TPW status going forward, do you know what I say, THUNDERAMANIACS?? LARRY TACT IS TPW STRONG!!!
*The stands erupt with cheers at this announcement, and Larry’s name is chanted throughout the arena as he briefly allows a smirk.*
Larry Tact: As far as this assailant goes, you think you have the GUTS and the TALENT to stand up to me? You think you can pick your spot to attack without blowback to yourself? Unlike you, I’m not going to lurk in the shadows. I stand TPW STRONG as one of only three wrestlers who have held the TPW International Championship, yet I’ll also stay humble and give you something invaluable – opportunity. A time and place to prove you can stand face-to-face with me… AT GLADIATORS BALL!
*The boisterous reaction from the THUNDERAMANIACS to this special challenge is music to Larry’s ears, as he nods and walks towards a corner of the ring, holding the ropes. *
Larry Tact: Don’t worry about those bruises and cuts from last Fury. Come Gladiators Ball, I won’t be stopped from heading down to this ring and whooping some mysterious ass from pillar to post! You’ll still get the shine of being in the ring with a former International Champion, and all the STAR POWER that comes wi—
*A few screams from the crowd alert Larry to look up, and he barely backpedals in time as a BRICK STRIKES THE TURNBUCKLE POST! *
Markson: BRICKS! There are literally a ton of bricks falling into the ring, and they almost caved in Larry Tact!
Napier: Almost doesn’t count.
Markson: Are you joking me? This kind of attack is a risk to the safety of everyone, not only Larry. Whoever is behind this has gone off the reservation and needs to be stopped!
Napier: It depends, Markson. Larry clearly wronged someone and they’re looking for payback. First the Cabal, now this. Larry Tact doesn’t get a pass for making enemies with the wrong people. He’s going to take some lumps for his words and actions.
Markson: With BRICKS??
Napier: Aren’t you all about being objective? Don’t Brick Shame.
*Being mere inches away, Larry looks pissed at being targeted for the second straight week. Before he can do anything, BRICK AFTER BRICK BEGINS FALLING FROM THE RAFTERS AND FILLING THE RING! Larry wisely got out of there in time, but the statement has been made…
Then…
“Rock You Like A Hurricane” by the Scorpions then blares over the arena, and the Big Tron lights up showing an area backstage. Pacing in front of a brick wall is a figure dressed in all black, with a hoodie covering the head. *
Mystery Assailant: LARRY I NEVER FORGOT!!!!
*The mystery assailant lifts the hoodie off from his head and reveals himself to be BAM Fuding MILLER!!!! The look that begins with shock on Larry’s face turns into a narrowing of eyebrows and a frown of disdain. *
Bam Miller: It's been over a year now since you bested me at the Cannabis Cup, it's been over a year for me to think about what I did wrong in that match, it's been over a year since I've watched your career skyrocket into the heavens while mine gets closer to hell each Fuding day!
*Bam pauses and faces for a little before turning his focus back to Larry. *
Bam Miller: But now the time for thinking is over, it's time for action and I took that action against you Tact when I nailed you with a brick, but that was only the beginning because my revenge is on the horizon and just how I tried to bury you a few minutes ago I'm going to do it at GLADIATORS BALL! Consider your challenge accepted!!!
*A roar from the stands as the THUNDERAMANIACS approve of the match made. Larry continues to stare daggers at the Tron, where Bam gives a wicked look right back at him. *
Markson: After a year, there has seemingly been no cooling and zero respect between these two! I never would have thought BAM MILLER would enter Thunder Pro Wrestling to go at it with Larry Tact, but we’re about to get that very rematch at Gladiators Ball!
Napier: That’s BAM EFFING MILLER to you, Mark-son! Your folk hero Tact has really stepped in it this time. Larry wants to take these fools in the nosebleeds on some fantasy of him being ‘TPW Strong.’ If he dares to step into the ring with the Brick Killer, Larry’s TPW career will be over, period.
Markson: I would not go that far, but this is guaranteed to be a hard hitting and brutal match between two wrestlers who refuse to back down. We’re going to see if Alexander Marshall makes this official, and return to action when Matt Knox takes on Cram, next!
Markson: Folks, it’s time to get to our next match pitting multiple time champion, Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox against a newcomer who could easily make waves in the gangsta known as Cram.
Napier: This Cram is going to be more than Knox can handle with both hands. A legitimate superheavyweight could be a landmark find for Alexander Marshall.
Markson: He’s going to get a chance to make a big splash to start his TPW career, if he can defeat The Raven.
Napier: Knox may have experience, but what good does that do against someone the size and strength of Cram? One wrong move and Knox is done for.
Steve Cotton: This next match is set for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring and weighing 460 pounds, he is CRAM!
*The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Cram crosses his arms in a sign of superiority. Waiting.*
Markson: This man needs to do little to impose his will. He may not make a lot of friends, but when you can lift literally anyone in TPW over your head, does it matter?
Napier: I almost agree with you, bleh! Cram is too cool for friends. He’s the one people flock to, not the other way around. Watch and see what happens when someone tries to oppose him.
Steve Cotton: His opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland by way of Monterey, California… he weighs in at 244 pounds… MATTHEW ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!
The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the bell to sound.
Markson: You cannot help but respect Matthew Knox for taking this challenge like any other. He isn’t going to back down, it isn’t in his DNA.
Napier: Disrespect is all he deserves.
Markson: Is that your thought of the Cabal? Matthew of course has done all he can to seek out El Diablo Blanco, who with the Cabal has tormented Knox and his allies of late. He is on a mission and even Cram may not be able to handle this version of The Raven.
Napier: Please! The Cabal can handle their business. But it’s true Knox is a thorn in the side of every Cabal member and supporter.
The bell rings and Matt Knox pops to his feet, sizing up his superheavyweight opponent. As the two meet in the center of the ring, Cram looks down on Knox and The Raven draws off a key skill in his toolbox – mouthing off to Cram. Whatever he says causes Cram to look increasingly angry before rearing back and popping off on Knox with a haymaker. The former multiple time champion ducks underneath and bounces off the ropes with a Pump Kick as Cram turns to face him. The big man takes the blow and… does not move. Knox goes off a different side of ropes and lands a Jumping Crescent Kick on Cram that causes him to take a step back. A single step. Matt gives a stiff nod and goes off a third set of ropes, looking for a Spinning Heel Kick. Cram catches him out of the air! He launches The Raven with a Fallaway Slam – Knox lands on his feet! Immediately going to the fourth and final side of ring ropes, Knox evades a Lariat from Cram and stops dead, turning and landing a European Uppercut to the base of Cram’s neck. He follows it with a Discus Elbow as Cram faces him, then a nasty Roundhouse Kick, and a Palm Strike to the chin. Cram backs towards the ropes and Knox backs up a couple steps before charging with a Dropkick that sends Cram leaning back over the ropes. The Raven predicts that would not be enough, rolling out to the apron and hitting a Neckbreaker on the ropes that snaps him back into the ring face first. Knox with the cover!
One!
KICKOUT!
Markson: An offensive flurry out of the gate from The Raven.
Napier: Whatever, you see how little it did? A ONE count!
Markson: Can’t disagree there. This is going to be a battle of attrition for Knox to wear down Cram.
Napier: Whereas Cram could end this at any moment. Advantage: Gangsta Cram. Disadvantage: Fowl.
Knox pops up and begins hammering away at Cram, but to no avail as the superheavyweight stands. He aggressively grabs Knox by the neck and hits the Coconut Cram! The stiff Headbutt catches The Raven off guard and he reels before receiving a haymaker that puts him to the mat. Knox rises right into the embrace of Cram, who sends him across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. While Knox finds where he is in the ring, Cram gives the crowd a couple smooth moves that receive boos. He laughs and then charges Knox in the corner, crushing him with an Avalanche Body Splash. Knox crumples until Cram stops him and yanks him back up and into the opposite corner. Matt’s chest hits hard and he slumps over the turnbuckle until Cram sandwiches him with a second Avalanche Body Splash! Knox falls back onto the mat and Cram goes for a cover!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Napier: You see? Things are already going downhill for Mr. I Have So Many Kids.
Markson: I don’t think he actually says that.
Napier: No, and that’s why I’m here. To add color and interests to the otherwise bland existence of someone who thinks a raven is exciting.
Markson: You’re about to get strongly worded letters from several wrestlers for that one.
Cram looks miffed but seeing Knox staying down and clutching his ribs, he goes up onto the first rope. Then the second rope. Using the ropes to build momentum, the gangsta flashes a sign before soaring down with a Bonzai Drop that sucks the air from the crowd – and his opponent. Cram stays on top of Knox for the cover…
One!
Two!
LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Napier: What the heck is he doing that for?
Markson: Matthew is not ready to stay down yet. He’s a threat as soon as he steps into any company in this industry for very good reason.
Napier: It’ll be Cram’s pleasure to squeeze every ounce of fight from this blowhard’s body. Then Cram becomes the new imminent threat.
Markson: Not sure that’s quite how it works, but no doubt Cram would put a spotlight on his star if he wins tonight.
The referee points to the leg and Cram slaps it off with a pawlike hand. Matthew rolls onto his stomach to try and get up, but Cram jumps and brings his weight down on the back of Knox, forcing him back into the mat. He takes a handful of The Raven’s hair and lands several vicious crossface blows before dragging Knox to the corner. He shouts out his dominance to the fans, stoking their ire. Matthew tries to land elbows to the midsection of Cram, and in response receives a knee to the guts. Cram then rams The Raven’s face into each turnbuckle post in succession while lifting him to his feet. He positions Matthew on the top turnbuckle with ease, and then looks to go for a Muscle Buster! In desperation, Knox flails elbows and one lands on Cram’s nose, causing him to release The Raven. Matthew lands awkwardly behind the behemoth, but in prime position to clip the back of the knee. The pain sensors divert from Cram’s nose to his wheel and he reaches down to grab it. Knox comes off the ropes and rolls OVER the back of Cram to land in front of him and seamlessly transitions into a One Legged Codebreaker! Cram rebounds into the ropes… which is unfortuitous as Knox is waiting with a running European Uppercut. Cram bounces back off the ropes and Knox is there again with an Enziguri. For a third time, Cram is sent off the ropes and he comes back to receive a Knife Edge Chop!
Crowd: WOO~!
Cram holds onto the ropes but Knox hits another chop!
Crowd: WOO~!
Napier: What a cheap shotter and cheap popper this Raven is.
Markson: Knox is taking any advantage he can and… wait a minute! HE TANGLES CRAM’S ARMS IN THE ROPES! CRAM CANNOT DEFEND HIMSELF!
Napier: Cheap shotter!!
The referee puts in a four count, and in that short time Matthew flashes his cardio by hitting EIGHT chops with the crowd chanting along! He then backs up and tells the referee to do his job, prompting said official to try and get Cram freed. As soon as he does, Cram doubles over in obvious pain and Knox comes soaring down with a Springboard Leg Drop that floors the gangsta. Knox has the crowd pumped up and he beckons Cram up. The superheavyweight uses the ropes to haul his frame upright. Once he lets go and turns around, The Raven looks to LIFT HIM FOR INTO THE VOID!!!
Napier: NO FREAKING WAY!!
Markson: A little too ambitious as Knox cannot get Cram onto his shoulders for his finisher and yelps out in pain.
Napier: Good luck keeping this bulldozer down, then. This is as good as over… for any chance Matt Knox had!
Markson: It does beg the question, what can The Raven do??
Knox holds his back after the aborted Into The Void attempt, and Cram surprises him with a Spinning Back Elbow that whips Knox around. Cram rear grapples and lifts Knox up onto his shoulders with ease. He then launches him off with a Reverse Snake Eyes that lands the back of Knox’s head on the turnbuckle. Knox crumples down and Cram goes for the cover!
Napier: What a nasty variant!
One!
Two!
TH– KICKOUT!
Napier: This is getting ridiculous. Just stay down.
Markson: I think you’re seeing the resilience of The Raven here, although that was a close call. Cram is clearly showing his ability to dominate.
Napier: Cram’s dominance is undeniable. Knox should know when it’s time to take his check and pack it in for the night.
Cram shows some frustration at the referee, slapping his hand three times. The referee indicates it was a two count, and Cram picks Matt up and unceremoniously tosses him through the ropes to the floor. He follows and after clubbing Knox, lifts him up from behind and THROWS KNOX FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!!
Markson: OH MY– WAIT!
KNOX CLINGS ONTO THE POST! SPRINGBOARD SPIN KICK TO THE FACE OF CRAM FROM THE TURNBUCKLE POST!!
Napier: How did he do that?!
Markson: What a unique counter from The Raven! Both men are down!
The referee continues a count that was already at three from when both wrestlers went outside the ring.
Four!
Five!
Knox begins to stir with the crowd cheering him to his knees…
Six!
Cram begins to get up, using the apron for support, while Knox is on one knee…
Seven!
Knox lurches onto the apron as Cram slowly rolls himself onto the adjacent side of the apron…
Eight!
Cram rolls under the ropes into the ring… KNOX GOT TO THE TOP ROPE AND FLIES OFF WITH A 450 SPLASH!
CRAM CATCHES KNOX AND COUNTERS INTO A ROLLUP!!!
One!
Two!
…
THREENO!!!
Napier: There’s no way!
Markson: Somehow, someway The Raven slips out of the rollup and this crowd is loving every turn!
Napier: The stubbornness of Knox is dangerous. It’s also extremely annoying.
The crowd is squarely in Matthew’s corner, but the fatigue costs him any chance to capitalize and he gets up alongside Cram. Knox is able to clinch for a Muay Thai knee combination and then goes to transition into a Double Arm DDT and Cram powers his arms out and shoves The Raven away! Knox charges into A SECOND COCONUT CRAM HEADBUTT! Knox tried to evade at the last second but Cram got just enough of it. He wastes no time in grabbing Knox and sets him up for a Gut Wrench Piledriver – CRAM JAM!!!
Markson: BUT KNOX BLOCKS THE GUT WRENCH WHEN CRAM TRIES TO LIFT!
Napier: Annoying stubbornness!
Cram goes to reset and Knox strikes the arms of Cram, spinning out and evades a failed third COCONUT CRAM! Knox returns fire with an Inside Crescent Kick – DEAD AND LOVELY! CRAM DOES NOT GO DOWN! The superheavyweight is dazed and swings wildly, Knox slipping behind and landing a Lungblower!
Markson: Could it be…?
Napier: Annoying stubbornness!
Knox immediately applies a Katahajime after they land on the canvas and completes THE MERCY, THE MURDER!!!
Markson: The referee is asking Cram if he wants to stay in this match. Cram is flailing for the ropes… but they aren’t anywhere nearby!
Napier: Cram’s too much of a heavy to get to the ropes quickly. He needs to do something fast.
Markson: The referee is checking again… CRAM ISN’T MOVING AND HE CALLS FOR THE BELL! MY GOODNESS, MATT KNOX JUST SUBMITTED A SUPERHEAVYWEIGHT!!
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match… MATTHEW ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!
Napier: This is a travesty! Knox had many chances to stay down and give Cram the shine he deserves.
Markson: If you want to be a star the level of Matthew Knox, you need to find that extra little something to keep these top guys down. Tonight, Cram fell a little short but you cannot say he isn’t a force to be reckoned with.
Napier: He’s still a new guy in the mix and he’s already taking it to the likes of Knox. That’s promising and I want to see more from Cram.
Markson: It’s been an action-packed night, Thunderamaniacs, and we’re right in the thick of it. More to come on Friday Night Fury!
Napier: This Cram is going to be more than Knox can handle with both hands. A legitimate superheavyweight could be a landmark find for Alexander Marshall.
Markson: He’s going to get a chance to make a big splash to start his TPW career, if he can defeat The Raven.
Napier: Knox may have experience, but what good does that do against someone the size and strength of Cram? One wrong move and Knox is done for.
Steve Cotton: This next match is set for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring and weighing 460 pounds, he is CRAM!
*The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Cram crosses his arms in a sign of superiority. Waiting.*
Markson: This man needs to do little to impose his will. He may not make a lot of friends, but when you can lift literally anyone in TPW over your head, does it matter?
Napier: I almost agree with you, bleh! Cram is too cool for friends. He’s the one people flock to, not the other way around. Watch and see what happens when someone tries to oppose him.
Steve Cotton: His opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland by way of Monterey, California… he weighs in at 244 pounds… MATTHEW ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!
The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the bell to sound.
Markson: You cannot help but respect Matthew Knox for taking this challenge like any other. He isn’t going to back down, it isn’t in his DNA.
Napier: Disrespect is all he deserves.
Markson: Is that your thought of the Cabal? Matthew of course has done all he can to seek out El Diablo Blanco, who with the Cabal has tormented Knox and his allies of late. He is on a mission and even Cram may not be able to handle this version of The Raven.
Napier: Please! The Cabal can handle their business. But it’s true Knox is a thorn in the side of every Cabal member and supporter.
The bell rings and Matt Knox pops to his feet, sizing up his superheavyweight opponent. As the two meet in the center of the ring, Cram looks down on Knox and The Raven draws off a key skill in his toolbox – mouthing off to Cram. Whatever he says causes Cram to look increasingly angry before rearing back and popping off on Knox with a haymaker. The former multiple time champion ducks underneath and bounces off the ropes with a Pump Kick as Cram turns to face him. The big man takes the blow and… does not move. Knox goes off a different side of ropes and lands a Jumping Crescent Kick on Cram that causes him to take a step back. A single step. Matt gives a stiff nod and goes off a third set of ropes, looking for a Spinning Heel Kick. Cram catches him out of the air! He launches The Raven with a Fallaway Slam – Knox lands on his feet! Immediately going to the fourth and final side of ring ropes, Knox evades a Lariat from Cram and stops dead, turning and landing a European Uppercut to the base of Cram’s neck. He follows it with a Discus Elbow as Cram faces him, then a nasty Roundhouse Kick, and a Palm Strike to the chin. Cram backs towards the ropes and Knox backs up a couple steps before charging with a Dropkick that sends Cram leaning back over the ropes. The Raven predicts that would not be enough, rolling out to the apron and hitting a Neckbreaker on the ropes that snaps him back into the ring face first. Knox with the cover!
One!
KICKOUT!
Markson: An offensive flurry out of the gate from The Raven.
Napier: Whatever, you see how little it did? A ONE count!
Markson: Can’t disagree there. This is going to be a battle of attrition for Knox to wear down Cram.
Napier: Whereas Cram could end this at any moment. Advantage: Gangsta Cram. Disadvantage: Fowl.
Knox pops up and begins hammering away at Cram, but to no avail as the superheavyweight stands. He aggressively grabs Knox by the neck and hits the Coconut Cram! The stiff Headbutt catches The Raven off guard and he reels before receiving a haymaker that puts him to the mat. Knox rises right into the embrace of Cram, who sends him across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. While Knox finds where he is in the ring, Cram gives the crowd a couple smooth moves that receive boos. He laughs and then charges Knox in the corner, crushing him with an Avalanche Body Splash. Knox crumples until Cram stops him and yanks him back up and into the opposite corner. Matt’s chest hits hard and he slumps over the turnbuckle until Cram sandwiches him with a second Avalanche Body Splash! Knox falls back onto the mat and Cram goes for a cover!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Napier: You see? Things are already going downhill for Mr. I Have So Many Kids.
Markson: I don’t think he actually says that.
Napier: No, and that’s why I’m here. To add color and interests to the otherwise bland existence of someone who thinks a raven is exciting.
Markson: You’re about to get strongly worded letters from several wrestlers for that one.
Cram looks miffed but seeing Knox staying down and clutching his ribs, he goes up onto the first rope. Then the second rope. Using the ropes to build momentum, the gangsta flashes a sign before soaring down with a Bonzai Drop that sucks the air from the crowd – and his opponent. Cram stays on top of Knox for the cover…
One!
Two!
LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Napier: What the heck is he doing that for?
Markson: Matthew is not ready to stay down yet. He’s a threat as soon as he steps into any company in this industry for very good reason.
Napier: It’ll be Cram’s pleasure to squeeze every ounce of fight from this blowhard’s body. Then Cram becomes the new imminent threat.
Markson: Not sure that’s quite how it works, but no doubt Cram would put a spotlight on his star if he wins tonight.
The referee points to the leg and Cram slaps it off with a pawlike hand. Matthew rolls onto his stomach to try and get up, but Cram jumps and brings his weight down on the back of Knox, forcing him back into the mat. He takes a handful of The Raven’s hair and lands several vicious crossface blows before dragging Knox to the corner. He shouts out his dominance to the fans, stoking their ire. Matthew tries to land elbows to the midsection of Cram, and in response receives a knee to the guts. Cram then rams The Raven’s face into each turnbuckle post in succession while lifting him to his feet. He positions Matthew on the top turnbuckle with ease, and then looks to go for a Muscle Buster! In desperation, Knox flails elbows and one lands on Cram’s nose, causing him to release The Raven. Matthew lands awkwardly behind the behemoth, but in prime position to clip the back of the knee. The pain sensors divert from Cram’s nose to his wheel and he reaches down to grab it. Knox comes off the ropes and rolls OVER the back of Cram to land in front of him and seamlessly transitions into a One Legged Codebreaker! Cram rebounds into the ropes… which is unfortuitous as Knox is waiting with a running European Uppercut. Cram bounces back off the ropes and Knox is there again with an Enziguri. For a third time, Cram is sent off the ropes and he comes back to receive a Knife Edge Chop!
Crowd: WOO~!
Cram holds onto the ropes but Knox hits another chop!
Crowd: WOO~!
Napier: What a cheap shotter and cheap popper this Raven is.
Markson: Knox is taking any advantage he can and… wait a minute! HE TANGLES CRAM’S ARMS IN THE ROPES! CRAM CANNOT DEFEND HIMSELF!
Napier: Cheap shotter!!
The referee puts in a four count, and in that short time Matthew flashes his cardio by hitting EIGHT chops with the crowd chanting along! He then backs up and tells the referee to do his job, prompting said official to try and get Cram freed. As soon as he does, Cram doubles over in obvious pain and Knox comes soaring down with a Springboard Leg Drop that floors the gangsta. Knox has the crowd pumped up and he beckons Cram up. The superheavyweight uses the ropes to haul his frame upright. Once he lets go and turns around, The Raven looks to LIFT HIM FOR INTO THE VOID!!!
Napier: NO FREAKING WAY!!
Markson: A little too ambitious as Knox cannot get Cram onto his shoulders for his finisher and yelps out in pain.
Napier: Good luck keeping this bulldozer down, then. This is as good as over… for any chance Matt Knox had!
Markson: It does beg the question, what can The Raven do??
Knox holds his back after the aborted Into The Void attempt, and Cram surprises him with a Spinning Back Elbow that whips Knox around. Cram rear grapples and lifts Knox up onto his shoulders with ease. He then launches him off with a Reverse Snake Eyes that lands the back of Knox’s head on the turnbuckle. Knox crumples down and Cram goes for the cover!
Napier: What a nasty variant!
One!
Two!
TH– KICKOUT!
Napier: This is getting ridiculous. Just stay down.
Markson: I think you’re seeing the resilience of The Raven here, although that was a close call. Cram is clearly showing his ability to dominate.
Napier: Cram’s dominance is undeniable. Knox should know when it’s time to take his check and pack it in for the night.
Cram shows some frustration at the referee, slapping his hand three times. The referee indicates it was a two count, and Cram picks Matt up and unceremoniously tosses him through the ropes to the floor. He follows and after clubbing Knox, lifts him up from behind and THROWS KNOX FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!!
Markson: OH MY– WAIT!
KNOX CLINGS ONTO THE POST! SPRINGBOARD SPIN KICK TO THE FACE OF CRAM FROM THE TURNBUCKLE POST!!
Napier: How did he do that?!
Markson: What a unique counter from The Raven! Both men are down!
The referee continues a count that was already at three from when both wrestlers went outside the ring.
Four!
Five!
Knox begins to stir with the crowd cheering him to his knees…
Six!
Cram begins to get up, using the apron for support, while Knox is on one knee…
Seven!
Knox lurches onto the apron as Cram slowly rolls himself onto the adjacent side of the apron…
Eight!
Cram rolls under the ropes into the ring… KNOX GOT TO THE TOP ROPE AND FLIES OFF WITH A 450 SPLASH!
CRAM CATCHES KNOX AND COUNTERS INTO A ROLLUP!!!
One!
Two!
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THREENO!!!
Napier: There’s no way!
Markson: Somehow, someway The Raven slips out of the rollup and this crowd is loving every turn!
Napier: The stubbornness of Knox is dangerous. It’s also extremely annoying.
The crowd is squarely in Matthew’s corner, but the fatigue costs him any chance to capitalize and he gets up alongside Cram. Knox is able to clinch for a Muay Thai knee combination and then goes to transition into a Double Arm DDT and Cram powers his arms out and shoves The Raven away! Knox charges into A SECOND COCONUT CRAM HEADBUTT! Knox tried to evade at the last second but Cram got just enough of it. He wastes no time in grabbing Knox and sets him up for a Gut Wrench Piledriver – CRAM JAM!!!
Markson: BUT KNOX BLOCKS THE GUT WRENCH WHEN CRAM TRIES TO LIFT!
Napier: Annoying stubbornness!
Cram goes to reset and Knox strikes the arms of Cram, spinning out and evades a failed third COCONUT CRAM! Knox returns fire with an Inside Crescent Kick – DEAD AND LOVELY! CRAM DOES NOT GO DOWN! The superheavyweight is dazed and swings wildly, Knox slipping behind and landing a Lungblower!
Markson: Could it be…?
Napier: Annoying stubbornness!
Knox immediately applies a Katahajime after they land on the canvas and completes THE MERCY, THE MURDER!!!
Markson: The referee is asking Cram if he wants to stay in this match. Cram is flailing for the ropes… but they aren’t anywhere nearby!
Napier: Cram’s too much of a heavy to get to the ropes quickly. He needs to do something fast.
Markson: The referee is checking again… CRAM ISN’T MOVING AND HE CALLS FOR THE BELL! MY GOODNESS, MATT KNOX JUST SUBMITTED A SUPERHEAVYWEIGHT!!
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match… MATTHEW ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!
Napier: This is a travesty! Knox had many chances to stay down and give Cram the shine he deserves.
Markson: If you want to be a star the level of Matthew Knox, you need to find that extra little something to keep these top guys down. Tonight, Cram fell a little short but you cannot say he isn’t a force to be reckoned with.
Napier: He’s still a new guy in the mix and he’s already taking it to the likes of Knox. That’s promising and I want to see more from Cram.
Markson: It’s been an action-packed night, Thunderamaniacs, and we’re right in the thick of it. More to come on Friday Night Fury!
*Coming out of the commercial break, the viewers at home are presented with footage from the previous Friday Night Fury of Mac Bane and Maxwell Mason Stone engaged in a fracas at the ringside area. *
Markson: We’re taking a look at what transpired here last week in the “Odd Couple” tag team match when the entire thing went up in smoke when Maxwell Mason Stone and Mac Bane started fighting in the middle of the match when they were supposed to be on the same side!
Napier: That idiot Stone has been bitten off more than he can chew when he started messing with Mac Bane! There’s no way this will end well.
*The scene cuts from the footage of last week to a live look into the arena where Maxwell Mason Stone is stepping into the ring while his music plays. He slowly lifts his arms into the air from waist level and the crowd cheers. The music cuts out and Stone takes a mic. *
MMS: People are still continuing to ask me what my motives are around here. Ever since the Bohemian Bash when I took that mask off and looked upon TPW with my own eyes, I’ve been fielding the question nonstop and that’s okay because I’ll give you all the answer you want now. “What’s your beef with Mac Bane?”
*The crowd boos at the mention of Stone’s upcoming opponent at the Gladiator’s Ball. *
MMS: You see, I’m supposed to be a good guy. I’m supposed to be a shining example for what’s right in the world of wrestling yet here I am being the aggressor and escalating conflicts. But I’ll answer the question of “Why Mac Bane?” once and for all. You all know that I worked at another place not too long ago and at that other place I exerted a lot of blood, sweat, and tears only to be passed over for shiny new toys like Mac Bane for the people in charge to play with. I foolishly thought hard work would get me to where I wanted to be and if I was patient enough, opportunity would present itself but I was dead wrong. Opportunity does not come to those who wait… opportunity comes to those who reach out, grab it as tight as they can, and punch anyone in the face who tries to get in between. That’s exactly what I decided to do when I picked this fight.
*“The Enemy” by Godsmack plays through the speakers and Mac Bane emerges through the curtain with a purpose. The crowd boos as he briskly makes his way down the aisle and into the ring with a mic in his hand. As Mac goes to speak, the booing gets even louder and Mac reacts to that by throwing a middle finger their way. *
Mac Bane: Maxwell, Maxwell. Perhaps I should be flattered that you’ve chosen me to try to make a name for yourself but after what happened the last time we stood in this ring together, I'm finding myself just a little pissed off at this thorn you've become in my side. You’re constantly whining about opportunities and what you think should be yours but there’s just one thing that you haven’t quite figured out yet…
*Stone smiles. *
MMS: What haven’t I figured out?
Mac Bane: Somewhere in that twisted little brain of yours, you’ve let yourself believe that you’re a top star in this business. Now I don’t know which one of your realities that little fantasy exists in but here in the real world, that’s nowhere near the truth. So we’ll go to Gladiator’s Ball and I’ll show you what a top star in this business is when I whip you from pillar to post and then you’ll have it all figured out.
MMS: I’m happy we’re finally going to have the chance to square off in this ring. The legendary Mac Bane vs. the soon to be hottest star in this business: Maxwell Mason Stone. All it took was jumping to another company for me to get that chance since it looks like ol’ Alex Marshall isn’t as keen on keeping you as protected as the last owner was. What happened with you and your little clique over there again? What happened not even a week and a half after I walked away?
*Maxwell extends his hand in front of him with his palm facing upwards and uses his other hand to mimic a plane crashing into the ground. Mac laughs and shakes his head. He then slowly walks towards Stone and gets in his face. *
Mac Bane: You can keep on pushing that narrative if it makes you feel better about your personal failures but after I break you down at Gladiator’s Ball, we’ll see how much more talking you want to do. Or maybe you can just blame it all on one of those other people living there in your head. Funny how one person could have so many personalities yet remain so irrelevant. You were irrelevant in IIW and irrelevant here in TPW. You've never mattered and you'll never wi…
*Stone CLOCKS Mac Bane in the face and he stumbles backwards and looks towards the ground. *
Napier: What a coward! Here I thought Stone took pride in being a good guy and he just sucker punched Bane!
*Mac Bane snaps his head back upward and his hair flings behind his head to reveal a fresh cut above his eyebrow pouring out blood down his face. He gives a death stare to Stone. *
Markson: Oh, no… I think Maxwell Mason Stone has made a HUGE mistake here. He let his emotions get to him and… OH HERE WE GO!!
*Mac Bane CHARGES towards Stone and the two rapidly exchange lefts and rights. Stone shoves Mac Bane into the turnbuckle and charges towards him but Mac gets a knee in the air, crashing into Stone’s abdomen. Stone hurls over and as he tries to get back to a vertical base, Mac Bane hits him with a THUNDEROUS lariat knocking him to the ground. Mac Bane gets on top of Stone and unleashes a flurry of punches. *
Markson: Napier, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait for Gladiator's Ball because these guys are going at it again once again here on Friday Night Fury!
Napier: Mac Bane has absolutely had enough of this Maxwell Mason Stone and I think he’s gonna put an end to him right here and right now.
*Stone musters up the strength to shove Mac Bane off of him and both men get to their feet. *
Markson: Look at all the blood on Mac's face. He looks like a demon ready to claim a soul and he's telling Stone to bring more on!
*Stone launches himself off the ropes and charges towards Mac who side steps out of the way, opening the door for Mac to hit Stone with a big boot as he runs back around. Stone goes flying backwards over the top rope and tumbles to the floor below. Mac Bane exits the ring and stomps Stone down on the ground. *
Napier: Serves Maxwell Stone right! This is what you can expect when you put The Cabal in your crosshairs. You play with fire and you get burned!
*Mac Bane looks over towards the steel steps leading up to the ring. He lifts them off the ground and heads back over to Stone and thrusts them downward. *
Markson: Stone rolls out of the way! He may have just saved his own skin.
*Mac Bane pivots and goes to slam the steps down on Stone again but he once again rolls out of the way. One more thrust and one more roll away. *
Napier: It's like a game of whack-a-mole down at the Chuck-E-Cheese! Get him, Mac! Get him!
Markson: I thought the law prohibits you from being within 500 feet of a Chuck-E-Cheese.
Napier: Shut up, Markson! Just call the action like you see it and don't worry about where I may or may not be allowed according to the law.
*Mac, still welding the steel steps, walks away from Stone. Stone uses the announce table to pull himself to his feet and when he finally gets upright, Mac HURLS the steel steps toward him. Stone is knocked on top of the announce table scattering the announcers papers everywhere. Markson and Napier jump back to avoid contact. *
Markson: This is getting too close for comfort here. Can we get some dang security out here and put a stop to this?!
*Almost on command, Head Of Security Charles O'Patrick comes to the ringside area and tells Mac to wrap it up. Mac puts his index finger up to indicate "one more" and he shoves Charles aside and approaches a groggy Stone. The crowd boos wildly as Mac Bane hooks Stone under his arm and lifts him up into a vertical suplex position. *
Napier: Take that somewhere else! This is a perfectly good table.
Markson: No, no…
*Stone's legs start to wiggle and he tries to shift his weight to escape his upside down position but it's to no avail as Mac FLIPS Maxwell over and sends him crashing through the announce table with a devastating BURN OUT. *
Markson: BURN OUT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!! I don't know if there's going to be anything left of Maxwell Mason Stone for the Gladiator's Ball.
Napier: Forget about Stone! There's nothing left of our table here and we still have more show to do.
*Mac Bane looks down at Maxwell Mason Stone on top of the heap of debris that was once the announce table. *
Mac Bane: You feeling famous yet?!
*Mac Bane looks into the camera as it picks up a close up shot of him scowling with a blood covered face. The scene fades from Mac's face to a commercial break. *
Markson: We’re taking a look at what transpired here last week in the “Odd Couple” tag team match when the entire thing went up in smoke when Maxwell Mason Stone and Mac Bane started fighting in the middle of the match when they were supposed to be on the same side!
Napier: That idiot Stone has been bitten off more than he can chew when he started messing with Mac Bane! There’s no way this will end well.
*The scene cuts from the footage of last week to a live look into the arena where Maxwell Mason Stone is stepping into the ring while his music plays. He slowly lifts his arms into the air from waist level and the crowd cheers. The music cuts out and Stone takes a mic. *
MMS: People are still continuing to ask me what my motives are around here. Ever since the Bohemian Bash when I took that mask off and looked upon TPW with my own eyes, I’ve been fielding the question nonstop and that’s okay because I’ll give you all the answer you want now. “What’s your beef with Mac Bane?”
*The crowd boos at the mention of Stone’s upcoming opponent at the Gladiator’s Ball. *
MMS: You see, I’m supposed to be a good guy. I’m supposed to be a shining example for what’s right in the world of wrestling yet here I am being the aggressor and escalating conflicts. But I’ll answer the question of “Why Mac Bane?” once and for all. You all know that I worked at another place not too long ago and at that other place I exerted a lot of blood, sweat, and tears only to be passed over for shiny new toys like Mac Bane for the people in charge to play with. I foolishly thought hard work would get me to where I wanted to be and if I was patient enough, opportunity would present itself but I was dead wrong. Opportunity does not come to those who wait… opportunity comes to those who reach out, grab it as tight as they can, and punch anyone in the face who tries to get in between. That’s exactly what I decided to do when I picked this fight.
*“The Enemy” by Godsmack plays through the speakers and Mac Bane emerges through the curtain with a purpose. The crowd boos as he briskly makes his way down the aisle and into the ring with a mic in his hand. As Mac goes to speak, the booing gets even louder and Mac reacts to that by throwing a middle finger their way. *
Mac Bane: Maxwell, Maxwell. Perhaps I should be flattered that you’ve chosen me to try to make a name for yourself but after what happened the last time we stood in this ring together, I'm finding myself just a little pissed off at this thorn you've become in my side. You’re constantly whining about opportunities and what you think should be yours but there’s just one thing that you haven’t quite figured out yet…
*Stone smiles. *
MMS: What haven’t I figured out?
Mac Bane: Somewhere in that twisted little brain of yours, you’ve let yourself believe that you’re a top star in this business. Now I don’t know which one of your realities that little fantasy exists in but here in the real world, that’s nowhere near the truth. So we’ll go to Gladiator’s Ball and I’ll show you what a top star in this business is when I whip you from pillar to post and then you’ll have it all figured out.
MMS: I’m happy we’re finally going to have the chance to square off in this ring. The legendary Mac Bane vs. the soon to be hottest star in this business: Maxwell Mason Stone. All it took was jumping to another company for me to get that chance since it looks like ol’ Alex Marshall isn’t as keen on keeping you as protected as the last owner was. What happened with you and your little clique over there again? What happened not even a week and a half after I walked away?
*Maxwell extends his hand in front of him with his palm facing upwards and uses his other hand to mimic a plane crashing into the ground. Mac laughs and shakes his head. He then slowly walks towards Stone and gets in his face. *
Mac Bane: You can keep on pushing that narrative if it makes you feel better about your personal failures but after I break you down at Gladiator’s Ball, we’ll see how much more talking you want to do. Or maybe you can just blame it all on one of those other people living there in your head. Funny how one person could have so many personalities yet remain so irrelevant. You were irrelevant in IIW and irrelevant here in TPW. You've never mattered and you'll never wi…
*Stone CLOCKS Mac Bane in the face and he stumbles backwards and looks towards the ground. *
Napier: What a coward! Here I thought Stone took pride in being a good guy and he just sucker punched Bane!
*Mac Bane snaps his head back upward and his hair flings behind his head to reveal a fresh cut above his eyebrow pouring out blood down his face. He gives a death stare to Stone. *
Markson: Oh, no… I think Maxwell Mason Stone has made a HUGE mistake here. He let his emotions get to him and… OH HERE WE GO!!
*Mac Bane CHARGES towards Stone and the two rapidly exchange lefts and rights. Stone shoves Mac Bane into the turnbuckle and charges towards him but Mac gets a knee in the air, crashing into Stone’s abdomen. Stone hurls over and as he tries to get back to a vertical base, Mac Bane hits him with a THUNDEROUS lariat knocking him to the ground. Mac Bane gets on top of Stone and unleashes a flurry of punches. *
Markson: Napier, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait for Gladiator's Ball because these guys are going at it again once again here on Friday Night Fury!
Napier: Mac Bane has absolutely had enough of this Maxwell Mason Stone and I think he’s gonna put an end to him right here and right now.
*Stone musters up the strength to shove Mac Bane off of him and both men get to their feet. *
Markson: Look at all the blood on Mac's face. He looks like a demon ready to claim a soul and he's telling Stone to bring more on!
*Stone launches himself off the ropes and charges towards Mac who side steps out of the way, opening the door for Mac to hit Stone with a big boot as he runs back around. Stone goes flying backwards over the top rope and tumbles to the floor below. Mac Bane exits the ring and stomps Stone down on the ground. *
Napier: Serves Maxwell Stone right! This is what you can expect when you put The Cabal in your crosshairs. You play with fire and you get burned!
*Mac Bane looks over towards the steel steps leading up to the ring. He lifts them off the ground and heads back over to Stone and thrusts them downward. *
Markson: Stone rolls out of the way! He may have just saved his own skin.
*Mac Bane pivots and goes to slam the steps down on Stone again but he once again rolls out of the way. One more thrust and one more roll away. *
Napier: It's like a game of whack-a-mole down at the Chuck-E-Cheese! Get him, Mac! Get him!
Markson: I thought the law prohibits you from being within 500 feet of a Chuck-E-Cheese.
Napier: Shut up, Markson! Just call the action like you see it and don't worry about where I may or may not be allowed according to the law.
*Mac, still welding the steel steps, walks away from Stone. Stone uses the announce table to pull himself to his feet and when he finally gets upright, Mac HURLS the steel steps toward him. Stone is knocked on top of the announce table scattering the announcers papers everywhere. Markson and Napier jump back to avoid contact. *
Markson: This is getting too close for comfort here. Can we get some dang security out here and put a stop to this?!
*Almost on command, Head Of Security Charles O'Patrick comes to the ringside area and tells Mac to wrap it up. Mac puts his index finger up to indicate "one more" and he shoves Charles aside and approaches a groggy Stone. The crowd boos wildly as Mac Bane hooks Stone under his arm and lifts him up into a vertical suplex position. *
Napier: Take that somewhere else! This is a perfectly good table.
Markson: No, no…
*Stone's legs start to wiggle and he tries to shift his weight to escape his upside down position but it's to no avail as Mac FLIPS Maxwell over and sends him crashing through the announce table with a devastating BURN OUT. *
Markson: BURN OUT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!! I don't know if there's going to be anything left of Maxwell Mason Stone for the Gladiator's Ball.
Napier: Forget about Stone! There's nothing left of our table here and we still have more show to do.
*Mac Bane looks down at Maxwell Mason Stone on top of the heap of debris that was once the announce table. *
Mac Bane: You feeling famous yet?!
*Mac Bane looks into the camera as it picks up a close up shot of him scowling with a blood covered face. The scene fades from Mac's face to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Las Vegas NV, and weighing in at 165lbs, she is beautiful and deadly, this is… ROSE!!!
*As LL Cool J song plays over the PA Rose walks out onto the stage. She looks around for a moment before she flexes her arms and smirks for a moment before she throws a couple of punches at the air. Moments later she walks down the ramps throwing some punches as she does this. She then gets in the ring and walks over to a corner to stare at her opponent in the ring or if she is alone the rampway. *
Steve Cotton: Here opponent, from Yakima, Washington, and weighing in at 265lbs, he is the CREATOR OF CHAOS… THIS IS ZOLTON!!!
*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy. *
Markson: Arguably the most powerful woman on the roster taking on arguably the most powerful man on the roster here in this one.
Napier: Yeah Zolton is really strong, but smell doesn’t count Mark.
Markson: Ugh, that was terrible.
*As the bell sounds Z and Rose head right for each other and meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Z seems shocked at the power of Rose as she catches him off balance and begins driving him back. Z steadies himself and begins to power Rose back toward the corner. Right before going into the corner, Rose puts her leg back against the middle turnbuckle stopping Z’s momentum. Rose then shoves off of the turnbuckle with her leg and sends Z rolling backward. Z rolls right up to his feet, but stops, clearly surprised and maybe a bit impressed by Rose’s power. *
Markson: Zolton may have been underestimating the power of Rose, it seems to have surprised him.
Napier: Yeah, but Rose has never been in the ring with someone as powerful as Zolton. For all his stupid tattoos and mangy hair, the guy is pretty stout.
*Z and Rose begin to circle around again and as soon as they lock up Z drops his hips getting leverage and shoves Rose back into the corner. Referee Wallace calls for Z to break, and he steps back holding his hands up. Rose begins to step out of the corner, but Z quickly steps forward and boots her in the chest sending her flying into the corner. Z grabs Rose and whips her out of the corner, but Rose reverses and sends Z across the ring into the turnbuckle.
Z hits the turnbuckles hard and comes ricocheting back out into the waiting arms of Rose. Rose catches Z with a snapping power slam. Rose pops up to her feet as Z rolls out of the ring holding his back. Rose sprints into the ropes behind her and charges off across the ring and hits a baseball slide dropkick into the side of Z that sends him banging into the security railing. *
Markson: Rose is on a roll, this woman is strong, fast, and deadly.
Napier: If Rose is handling Zolton this easily, just imagine what Chris Page will do to him.
*Rose grabs Z and throws him back into the ring and follows in. Z rolls to his feet as Rose is getting in. Z charges and goes for a big boot, but Rose rolls out of the way and Z’s leg goes over the top rope and he gets stuck straddling the top rope. Rose runs toward the corner, jumps to the second turnbuckle, and then jumps with a turn-around clothesline that nails Z, knocking him off the rope to the mat.
Z uses the ropes to pull himself up and into the corner. As Z gets up to the corner Rose charges in and lands a hard Spear in the corner. Rose stands up, grabs the slumped-over Z, and lifts him up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Rose begins to climb up the ropes herself when Z headbutts her in the face. Rose is rocked but holds onto the ropes to keep herself on the second rope. Z grabs Rose by the hair and slams another headbutt into her face. Rose is dazed as Z grabs her around the waist, and jumps off the second rope, slamming her down with a sidewalk slam off the second rope. *
Markson: GOOD GRIEF! Rose’s back has to be broken.
Napier: Good luck getting Chris Page like that.
*Z makes a cover on Rose as she appears to have had the breath knocked out of her.
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KICKOUT!
Z looks at Ref Wallace with rage but turns his focus back to Rose. Z grabs Rose by the head and sits her up. Z then takes a few steps back and then quickly steps forward and kicks Rose in the back. Rose arches her back in pain and rolls around to her knees. Z moves in, but Rose fires a hard right to the stomach of Z. Z takes a step back and Rose pushes to her feet. Z goes for a big right, but Rose ducks and then lands a right of her own.
Z is rocked, and Rose grabs him and begins to lift him for a scoop slam. Z quickly slams both his arms down across the back of Rose, rocking her and breaking her hold on him. As Rose taggers back Z grabs her arm and nails her with a pull-in lariat. *
Markson: Oh my, Zolton almost took Rose’s head off with that lariat.
Napier: Who’s this guy think he is, Eric Steel?
*Z hits the ropes and comes back with a big jumping leg drop, dropping his leg across the chest of Rose. Z immediately rolls to his feet, grabs Rose by her hair, and pulls her to a seated position. Z slams his knee into the back of Rose and then slams her to the mat with a hard cross-face into a chin lock. Z grins Rose into the mat, and sides into a seated position making the hold tighter.
Ref Wallace gets into position making sure it isn’t a choke hold. The camera shows a close-up of Rose’s face and reveals the pain she is in. This scene seems to bring the crowd to life in support of Rose as they begin clapping and stomping their feet. This gives Rose a renewed sense of energy and she begins showing signs of life and fighting to her feet. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Las Vegas NV, and weighing in at 165lbs, she is beautiful and deadly, this is… ROSE!!!
*As LL Cool J song plays over the PA Rose walks out onto the stage. She looks around for a moment before she flexes her arms and smirks for a moment before she throws a couple of punches at the air. Moments later she walks down the ramps throwing some punches as she does this. She then gets in the ring and walks over to a corner to stare at her opponent in the ring or if she is alone the rampway. *
Steve Cotton: Here opponent, from Yakima, Washington, and weighing in at 265lbs, he is the CREATOR OF CHAOS… THIS IS ZOLTON!!!
*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy. *
Markson: Arguably the most powerful woman on the roster taking on arguably the most powerful man on the roster here in this one.
Napier: Yeah Zolton is really strong, but smell doesn’t count Mark.
Markson: Ugh, that was terrible.
*As the bell sounds Z and Rose head right for each other and meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Z seems shocked at the power of Rose as she catches him off balance and begins driving him back. Z steadies himself and begins to power Rose back toward the corner. Right before going into the corner, Rose puts her leg back against the middle turnbuckle stopping Z’s momentum. Rose then shoves off of the turnbuckle with her leg and sends Z rolling backward. Z rolls right up to his feet, but stops, clearly surprised and maybe a bit impressed by Rose’s power. *
Markson: Zolton may have been underestimating the power of Rose, it seems to have surprised him.
Napier: Yeah, but Rose has never been in the ring with someone as powerful as Zolton. For all his stupid tattoos and mangy hair, the guy is pretty stout.
*Z and Rose begin to circle around again and as soon as they lock up Z drops his hips getting leverage and shoves Rose back into the corner. Referee Wallace calls for Z to break, and he steps back holding his hands up. Rose begins to step out of the corner, but Z quickly steps forward and boots her in the chest sending her flying into the corner. Z grabs Rose and whips her out of the corner, but Rose reverses and sends Z across the ring into the turnbuckle.
Z hits the turnbuckles hard and comes ricocheting back out into the waiting arms of Rose. Rose catches Z with a snapping power slam. Rose pops up to her feet as Z rolls out of the ring holding his back. Rose sprints into the ropes behind her and charges off across the ring and hits a baseball slide dropkick into the side of Z that sends him banging into the security railing. *
Markson: Rose is on a roll, this woman is strong, fast, and deadly.
Napier: If Rose is handling Zolton this easily, just imagine what Chris Page will do to him.
*Rose grabs Z and throws him back into the ring and follows in. Z rolls to his feet as Rose is getting in. Z charges and goes for a big boot, but Rose rolls out of the way and Z’s leg goes over the top rope and he gets stuck straddling the top rope. Rose runs toward the corner, jumps to the second turnbuckle, and then jumps with a turn-around clothesline that nails Z, knocking him off the rope to the mat.
Z uses the ropes to pull himself up and into the corner. As Z gets up to the corner Rose charges in and lands a hard Spear in the corner. Rose stands up, grabs the slumped-over Z, and lifts him up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Rose begins to climb up the ropes herself when Z headbutts her in the face. Rose is rocked but holds onto the ropes to keep herself on the second rope. Z grabs Rose by the hair and slams another headbutt into her face. Rose is dazed as Z grabs her around the waist, and jumps off the second rope, slamming her down with a sidewalk slam off the second rope. *
Markson: GOOD GRIEF! Rose’s back has to be broken.
Napier: Good luck getting Chris Page like that.
*Z makes a cover on Rose as she appears to have had the breath knocked out of her.
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KICKOUT!
Z looks at Ref Wallace with rage but turns his focus back to Rose. Z grabs Rose by the head and sits her up. Z then takes a few steps back and then quickly steps forward and kicks Rose in the back. Rose arches her back in pain and rolls around to her knees. Z moves in, but Rose fires a hard right to the stomach of Z. Z takes a step back and Rose pushes to her feet. Z goes for a big right, but Rose ducks and then lands a right of her own.
Z is rocked, and Rose grabs him and begins to lift him for a scoop slam. Z quickly slams both his arms down across the back of Rose, rocking her and breaking her hold on him. As Rose taggers back Z grabs her arm and nails her with a pull-in lariat. *
Markson: Oh my, Zolton almost took Rose’s head off with that lariat.
Napier: Who’s this guy think he is, Eric Steel?
*Z hits the ropes and comes back with a big jumping leg drop, dropping his leg across the chest of Rose. Z immediately rolls to his feet, grabs Rose by her hair, and pulls her to a seated position. Z slams his knee into the back of Rose and then slams her to the mat with a hard cross-face into a chin lock. Z grins Rose into the mat, and sides into a seated position making the hold tighter.
Ref Wallace gets into position making sure it isn’t a choke hold. The camera shows a close-up of Rose’s face and reveals the pain she is in. This scene seems to bring the crowd to life in support of Rose as they begin clapping and stomping their feet. This gives Rose a renewed sense of energy and she begins showing signs of life and fighting to her feet. *
Markson: These fans are willing Rose to her feet.
Napier: These Thunderamorons don’t know what they like or want.
Markson: Yes they do. They don’t like Zolton, BUT, they want him to kick Chris Page’s butt.
*Rose powers up to her feet and then throws an elbow into the stomach of Z, loosening his grip. Another hard elbow from Rose breaks Z’s hold on her. Rose charges into the ropes and as she comes back Z goes for a standing big boot, but Rose ducks and continues into the opposite ropes. Z spins around and goes for a back-body-drop as Rose comes off the ropes, but Rose stops shot and boots Z in the face.
Z’s head snaps back and he is brought upright, clearly dazed. Rose grabs Z in a bear hug going for her EYE OF THE BEHOLDER (bear hug). As Rose lifts the massive Z off the ground, Z boxes Rose's ears. Rose drops Z who lands on his feet and boots Rose in the stomach doubling her over. Z hooks Rose for a powerbomb, and lifts her up, but as he does Rose squeezes her massive legs around his head, throws her body backward, and takes Z over with a hurriconrana. *
Markson: Rose uses her powerful legs and upper body to take Zolton over there.
Napier: You know, some weirdos on the internet would pay good money for Rose to put them in a head or body scissors.
*Rose gets to her feet as Z is rolling up. Z is just getting to his feet when Rose hit a hard-running shoulder tackle that sends Z flying into the corner. Rose grabs Z and whips him across the ring into the corner where Z hits the buckle hard. Rose charges across the ring and hits a Running Lariat Clothesline. Rose then grabs Z and whips him back across the ring into the turnbuckle again. Rose then charges across the ring and hits a Spear in the corner.
Rose pulls Z out of the corner and wraps her arms around his waist. Rose pops her hips and hits a big belly-to-belly suplex on Z. Rose makes the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Napier: These Thunderamorons don’t know what they like or want.
Markson: Yes they do. They don’t like Zolton, BUT, they want him to kick Chris Page’s butt.
*Rose powers up to her feet and then throws an elbow into the stomach of Z, loosening his grip. Another hard elbow from Rose breaks Z’s hold on her. Rose charges into the ropes and as she comes back Z goes for a standing big boot, but Rose ducks and continues into the opposite ropes. Z spins around and goes for a back-body-drop as Rose comes off the ropes, but Rose stops shot and boots Z in the face.
Z’s head snaps back and he is brought upright, clearly dazed. Rose grabs Z in a bear hug going for her EYE OF THE BEHOLDER (bear hug). As Rose lifts the massive Z off the ground, Z boxes Rose's ears. Rose drops Z who lands on his feet and boots Rose in the stomach doubling her over. Z hooks Rose for a powerbomb, and lifts her up, but as he does Rose squeezes her massive legs around his head, throws her body backward, and takes Z over with a hurriconrana. *
Markson: Rose uses her powerful legs and upper body to take Zolton over there.
Napier: You know, some weirdos on the internet would pay good money for Rose to put them in a head or body scissors.
*Rose gets to her feet as Z is rolling up. Z is just getting to his feet when Rose hit a hard-running shoulder tackle that sends Z flying into the corner. Rose grabs Z and whips him across the ring into the corner where Z hits the buckle hard. Rose charges across the ring and hits a Running Lariat Clothesline. Rose then grabs Z and whips him back across the ring into the turnbuckle again. Rose then charges across the ring and hits a Spear in the corner.
Rose pulls Z out of the corner and wraps her arms around his waist. Rose pops her hips and hits a big belly-to-belly suplex on Z. Rose makes the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Marskson: OH, SO CLOSE!
Napier: COME ON ROSE! HOOK THE LEG AND EMBARRASS THIS CLOWN!
*Rose pulls Z to a seated position and begins to wrap her legs around him, but as she gets one leg around, Z spins out, hooks Rose’s foot, and comes to his feet with an ankle lock on Rose. Rose tries fighting towards the ropes, but Z drags her back to the middle of the ring. Rose pushes herself up with her arms and then rolls forward sending Z into the ropes.
Z turns at the last minute and hits the ropes with his back and bounces off coming back at Rose as she rises to her feet. Z sees Rose rising and shows great athleticism and balance by transitioning into the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick), knocking Rose to the mat. Z grabs Rose by the hair and pulls her up into the powerbomb position again. This time Z lifts Rose with no problem and delivers his Welcome to the Gates (Crucifix Power Bomb into a fold up Pin) *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ZOLTON!!!
Napier: COME ON ROSE! HOOK THE LEG AND EMBARRASS THIS CLOWN!
*Rose pulls Z to a seated position and begins to wrap her legs around him, but as she gets one leg around, Z spins out, hooks Rose’s foot, and comes to his feet with an ankle lock on Rose. Rose tries fighting towards the ropes, but Z drags her back to the middle of the ring. Rose pushes herself up with her arms and then rolls forward sending Z into the ropes.
Z turns at the last minute and hits the ropes with his back and bounces off coming back at Rose as she rises to her feet. Z sees Rose rising and shows great athleticism and balance by transitioning into the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick), knocking Rose to the mat. Z grabs Rose by the hair and pulls her up into the powerbomb position again. This time Z lifts Rose with no problem and delivers his Welcome to the Gates (Crucifix Power Bomb into a fold up Pin) *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ZOLTON!!!
*Zolton stands in the ring with his hands raised in victory when the lights out in the arena. Before anyone can freak out the Terry-Tron comes alive with a video of Chris Page. *
Zolton starts to leave the ring when over the loudspeakers a slow golf clap is heard followed by a skyline shot of Tokyo, Japan before fading to Chris Page with The Entity World Title resting on his shoulder as he stops his golf clap to boos from the Thunder Pro crowd. *
CHRIS PAGE: I’m sorry buddy, I wish I could have been there to see this impressive feat with my own eyes… BUT… when you are the pulse of Professional Wrestling the globe is your canvass to continue creating a legacy that guys like you can only aspire to have.
*Zolton looks less than impressed. *
CHRIS PAGE: No Holds Bar is right around the corner, Zoltan.
*Chris quickly flashes the Zoltan logo from Dude Where’s My Car before continuing on like nothing has happened. *
CHRIS PAGE: And while you are busy playing with small potatoes might I suggest you do yourself a favor and tune into the Grand Awakening on Sunday Night; because you will witness firsthand what you’re going to be walking into come the Gladitor’s Ball. I admire what you think you’re going to accomplish, but when the smoke clears and the dust settles this story ends but one way…
*There’s an overly dramatic pause from Page. *
CHRIS PAGE: With you looking up at the lights and the last thing that anyone is going to say to me is that you don’t mess with a Zohan.
*Chris blows a kiss at the camera as the scene cuts to a cmmercial break. *
CHRIS PAGE: I’m sorry buddy, I wish I could have been there to see this impressive feat with my own eyes… BUT… when you are the pulse of Professional Wrestling the globe is your canvass to continue creating a legacy that guys like you can only aspire to have.
*Zolton looks less than impressed. *
CHRIS PAGE: No Holds Bar is right around the corner, Zoltan.
*Chris quickly flashes the Zoltan logo from Dude Where’s My Car before continuing on like nothing has happened. *
CHRIS PAGE: And while you are busy playing with small potatoes might I suggest you do yourself a favor and tune into the Grand Awakening on Sunday Night; because you will witness firsthand what you’re going to be walking into come the Gladitor’s Ball. I admire what you think you’re going to accomplish, but when the smoke clears and the dust settles this story ends but one way…
*There’s an overly dramatic pause from Page. *
CHRIS PAGE: With you looking up at the lights and the last thing that anyone is going to say to me is that you don’t mess with a Zohan.
*Chris blows a kiss at the camera as the scene cuts to a cmmercial break. *
*There was a happening backstage as cameras switched over to the inside one of the bigger locker rooms. It was assigned for multiple roster members and as you get a glimpse of the layout, you see it was filled with a number of people. "Busy" Betty Bea, Greg The Handyman, "Magic" Mike Jones and even the one they call Karen. To the educated eye, you recognized that it consisted of the TeePeeDubbya Enhancement Talent. At the front of this gathering was one man who stood tall.*
Jimmy "The" King: Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
*His hands motioned for the crowd to simmer down as they whispered amongst themselves. As he gained their full attention, his royal word continued.*
Jimmy "The" King: Today marks a NEW Dawn for Thunder Pro Wrestling, baby! A new ERA and in it, a leader, a ruler will be required to lead all of you into the future! I am that KING baby!
*You get the sense that he expected a roar of cheers. There was nothing but a few stirred voices. His pause was awkward for everyone and a silence started to take shape.*
Jimmy "The" King: Here tonight in the great State of Kentucky!
"We're in Tennessee.."
*A voice from the crowd corrects him as Jimmy King's glare snapped in the direction of said voice. How dare they interrupt the King?*
Jimmy "The" King: On this day.. In Tennessee.. I will ask of you all to pledge your loyalty to your King! To take a Knee or accept your Royal Crowning as punishment! Who shall be judged first?
*People turned and looked at their neighbors. To see who understood the assignment and who was willing to do as instructed.*
"Is this why you called us here?"
*Another random voice from the crowd of Enhancement Talent. This time, a female's voice. Probably Karen because it sounded racist.. I couldn't tell you how it sounded racist but it did so it was Karen, ok? Keep up.*
Jimmy "The" King: I summoned you all to be a part of this Reign of Rule that I will lead to Rule Ass on the World, baby! You want to stay in the shadows, collect what little scraps you get left by all of these 'names' running around? I am offering you the Bosom of my Protection and MY RULE!
*Again, it can be assumed he expected a reaction bigger than he received. Throwing a finger at the crowd, Jimmy "The" King points at one of the faces looking back at him.*
Jimmy "The" King: You! Step forward my child..
*It was Sammy G who was hesitant to do as he was commanded. Stepping out from the grouped crowd, Watson looks upon Jimmy "The" King unsure of what would happen next. Jimmy King reaches over and opens a folding chair, setting it up as if it were his Throne.*
Jimmy "The" King: Do you pledge your allegiance to me and assist me in Ruling Ass on the rest of the world in complete domination? Yay or Nay?
Sammy G: Umm.. Sure?
*Clapping his hands together in a celebratory response. You could see a look of surprise on Jimmy "The" King's face but he verbalized a different response.*
Jimmy "The" King: You're darn right you do, baby! Now you shall be knighted!
*Grabbing a broomstick at the corner of the room nearest to him. Jimmy "The" King stands in front of Sammy. Jimmy was wearing a cheap, probably plastic and dollar store purchased crown on his head. He had a deep red with white trim cape or royal cover over his back.*
Jimmy "The" King: Kneel before me..
Sammy G: I've changed my mind.
*The look of disgust that befalls Jimmy "The" King's face was priceless. He gasped and stepped back like he lost some balance from the shock.*
Jimmy "The" King: You what?!
*In a fit of rage, Jimmy "The" King swings the broom in his hands, gripping it with both hands before coming down over Sammy's forehead, the broom snaps as Sammy drops to a wobbly knee. Holding the floor beneath him to keep himself from falling over, the man was in a daze as he sat on a single knee before dropping to both. The gathering of people scurry back some as Jimmy "The" King climbs up onto the opened folding chair. He looks down on Sammy's with vicious intent.*
Jimmy "The" King: I WILL RUUULE YOU!
*He leaps from the folding chair and with his hands together in a balled up double fist, Jimmy "The" King crashes down a Double Axe Handle over Betty's forehead. Jimmy falls but is fast to get up as Sammy collapses onto the floor of the locker room, unconscious. Blood began to seep out onto the floor.*
Jimmy "The" King: Well Poop baby.. I got three words for all of you.. Nine One One!
*Shoving through the crowd, Jimmy "The" King hightails it out of the locker room leaving the crowd of Enhancement Talent to tend to one of their own as Sammy G's bleeds profusely from the forehead. It was the Broom but Jimmy surely felt it was his Crowning. You can be sure you would see more from Jimmy "The" King as he seeks members for his Royal Court.*
Jimmy "The" King: Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
*His hands motioned for the crowd to simmer down as they whispered amongst themselves. As he gained their full attention, his royal word continued.*
Jimmy "The" King: Today marks a NEW Dawn for Thunder Pro Wrestling, baby! A new ERA and in it, a leader, a ruler will be required to lead all of you into the future! I am that KING baby!
*You get the sense that he expected a roar of cheers. There was nothing but a few stirred voices. His pause was awkward for everyone and a silence started to take shape.*
Jimmy "The" King: Here tonight in the great State of Kentucky!
"We're in Tennessee.."
*A voice from the crowd corrects him as Jimmy King's glare snapped in the direction of said voice. How dare they interrupt the King?*
Jimmy "The" King: On this day.. In Tennessee.. I will ask of you all to pledge your loyalty to your King! To take a Knee or accept your Royal Crowning as punishment! Who shall be judged first?
*People turned and looked at their neighbors. To see who understood the assignment and who was willing to do as instructed.*
"Is this why you called us here?"
*Another random voice from the crowd of Enhancement Talent. This time, a female's voice. Probably Karen because it sounded racist.. I couldn't tell you how it sounded racist but it did so it was Karen, ok? Keep up.*
Jimmy "The" King: I summoned you all to be a part of this Reign of Rule that I will lead to Rule Ass on the World, baby! You want to stay in the shadows, collect what little scraps you get left by all of these 'names' running around? I am offering you the Bosom of my Protection and MY RULE!
*Again, it can be assumed he expected a reaction bigger than he received. Throwing a finger at the crowd, Jimmy "The" King points at one of the faces looking back at him.*
Jimmy "The" King: You! Step forward my child..
*It was Sammy G who was hesitant to do as he was commanded. Stepping out from the grouped crowd, Watson looks upon Jimmy "The" King unsure of what would happen next. Jimmy King reaches over and opens a folding chair, setting it up as if it were his Throne.*
Jimmy "The" King: Do you pledge your allegiance to me and assist me in Ruling Ass on the rest of the world in complete domination? Yay or Nay?
Sammy G: Umm.. Sure?
*Clapping his hands together in a celebratory response. You could see a look of surprise on Jimmy "The" King's face but he verbalized a different response.*
Jimmy "The" King: You're darn right you do, baby! Now you shall be knighted!
*Grabbing a broomstick at the corner of the room nearest to him. Jimmy "The" King stands in front of Sammy. Jimmy was wearing a cheap, probably plastic and dollar store purchased crown on his head. He had a deep red with white trim cape or royal cover over his back.*
Jimmy "The" King: Kneel before me..
Sammy G: I've changed my mind.
*The look of disgust that befalls Jimmy "The" King's face was priceless. He gasped and stepped back like he lost some balance from the shock.*
Jimmy "The" King: You what?!
*In a fit of rage, Jimmy "The" King swings the broom in his hands, gripping it with both hands before coming down over Sammy's forehead, the broom snaps as Sammy drops to a wobbly knee. Holding the floor beneath him to keep himself from falling over, the man was in a daze as he sat on a single knee before dropping to both. The gathering of people scurry back some as Jimmy "The" King climbs up onto the opened folding chair. He looks down on Sammy's with vicious intent.*
Jimmy "The" King: I WILL RUUULE YOU!
*He leaps from the folding chair and with his hands together in a balled up double fist, Jimmy "The" King crashes down a Double Axe Handle over Betty's forehead. Jimmy falls but is fast to get up as Sammy collapses onto the floor of the locker room, unconscious. Blood began to seep out onto the floor.*
Jimmy "The" King: Well Poop baby.. I got three words for all of you.. Nine One One!
*Shoving through the crowd, Jimmy "The" King hightails it out of the locker room leaving the crowd of Enhancement Talent to tend to one of their own as Sammy G's bleeds profusely from the forehead. It was the Broom but Jimmy surely felt it was his Crowning. You can be sure you would see more from Jimmy "The" King as he seeks members for his Royal Court.*
*The shot returns from the backstage area to a shot of the commentary where we find Khloe sitting on the announcing table eating a bag of popcorn from the concession waiting for her opponents.
The TerryTron 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 as the cross symbol of Veronica Cain appears on the ThunderTron followed by the outline of a Scorpion in her signature purple. *
Steve Cotton: Making their way to the ring…
//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 Cain 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 mixed reaction from the crowd but mostly positive. *
Steve Cotton: Weighing in at One Hundred and Fifty-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 holding her left fist up high in the air, half booing but half cheering. 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 Scorpion" Ronnie Cain 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 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 Future Matriarch of the Strader Family…
*Strader 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 as she awaits her opponents.
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. *
Steve Cotton: “MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighing in at 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!”
“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: Uh, Khloe as nice as it is to have you here, aren’t you supposed to be in this match?
Khloe: OH YEAH! I knew I was forgotten somethen. HAHA!
*After the other two get into the ring Khloe rolls into the ring bringing her popcorn along with her getting a few more mouthfuls before tossing the bag to the fans and stretching out in her corner to wait for the start of the match. *
Napier: That girl is Looney Tunes.
Markson: A true animaniac.
*With the signal from the referee, “Dizzy” Dan Lamber, the tension in the arena reaches a palpable level. The trio of Cain, Riddle, and Khloe stand poised in the center of the ring, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Riddle decides to break the ice with a hint of showboating, flexing his muscles to the delight of the crowd.
Capitalizing on Riddle’s momentary distraction, Cain springs into action. Her body moves with the precision of a hawk eyeing its prey as she lunges forward, aiming to catch Riddle off guard. But before she can fully execute her plan, Khloe charges forward, a wild and fierce expression etched on her face. It’s a reckless move that proves costly, as Riddle’s experience shines through. With a swift and well-practiced move, he sidesteps Khloe’s charge, using her momentum to send her tumbling over the top rope and crashing onto the unforgiving floor outside. *
Markson: OH MY! Khloe Cox landed with a sick thud.
Napier: Well, at least she doesn’t have to worry about any brain damage.
*With Khloe momentarily out of the picture, Cain refocuses her attention on Riddle. Seizing the opening, she rockets toward the ropes, her lithe form bouncing effortlessly off them in a display of agility. As she springs back into the ring, she twists her body mid-air, aiming a flying dropkick squarely at Riddle’s chest. But Riddle is no slouch when it comes to technique. He anticipates Cain’s move and counters with a perfectly timed arm drag that sends her sprawling to the mat, her aerial attack thwarted. *
Markson: What a beautiful arm drag, he got so deep on it.
Napier: Arm drags are boring and ratings killers. GIVE ME SOME CRASH TV!!!
Markson: The Thunderamaniacs seem to enjoy it.
*The audience roars with appreciation for the skill on display. Riddle, not one to waste an opportunity, capitalizes on his advantage. He swiftly maneuvers, grabbing Cain’s arm and applying a joint lock, expertly wrenching at her shoulder and trying to wear down her resilience. But Cain is known for her brawler spirit. Gritting her teeth, she fights against the pain, her muscles flexing as she uses her raw strength to break free from Riddle’s hold.
As the match unfolds, Khloe makes her presence known once again. She climbs onto the apron, her wild hair framing her determined expression. With a daredevil grin, she launches herself over the ropes, her target now both Riddle and Cain. The impact of her double clothesline is thunderous, sending shockwaves through the ring and causing the canvas to tremble beneath their weight. *
Markson: Khloe Cox put every bit of her 120lb into that.
Napier: Something about speed, enertia, horsepower, and some other nerdy stuff came into play on that one.
*The crowd’s reactions are a chorus of cheers and gasps, a testament to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes. Khloe, her chaotic energy guiding her every move, takes control of the match. Her strikes are fierce and unrelenting, each blow landing with a satisfying thud. Cain, however, uses her agility to her advantage, evading Khloe’s attacks with nimble dodges and delivering sharp kicks and strikes of her own.
Amidst the chaos, Riddle isn’t one to be forgotten. He regains his bearings and employs his technical prowess to make a comeback. With calculated precision, he counters Khloe’s strikes, each evasion showcasing his mastery of ring psychology. He finds the gaps in Khloe’s aggressive offense, using her momentum against her as he maneuvers into a position of control.*
Markson: Again Khloe Cox’s blind rage and uncontrolled aggression cost her.
Napier: Cyrus Riddle is just so calculated, he's very cerebral, almost assassin like.
*Dizzy Dan Lambert finds himself in a challenging position. The three wrestlers are a whirlwind of motion, their movements fluid and dynamic. He does his best to keep up, his eyes darting between the competitors as they battle for supremacy. The match is a study in contrasts—aerial acrobatics, technical finesse, and raw aggression collide in a symphony of athleticism.
Amid the chaotic exchanges, Khloe, embodying her wild and unpredictable nature, attempts to seize every opportunity. She goes for a sudden schoolgirl pin on Cain! *
1….
The TerryTron 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 as the cross symbol of Veronica Cain appears on the ThunderTron followed by the outline of a Scorpion in her signature purple. *
Steve Cotton: Making their way to the ring…
//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 Cain 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 mixed reaction from the crowd but mostly positive. *
Steve Cotton: Weighing in at One Hundred and Fifty-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 holding her left fist up high in the air, half booing but half cheering. 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 Scorpion" Ronnie Cain 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 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 Future Matriarch of the Strader Family…
*Strader 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 as she awaits her opponents.
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. *
Steve Cotton: “MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighing in at 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!”
“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: Uh, Khloe as nice as it is to have you here, aren’t you supposed to be in this match?
Khloe: OH YEAH! I knew I was forgotten somethen. HAHA!
*After the other two get into the ring Khloe rolls into the ring bringing her popcorn along with her getting a few more mouthfuls before tossing the bag to the fans and stretching out in her corner to wait for the start of the match. *
Napier: That girl is Looney Tunes.
Markson: A true animaniac.
*With the signal from the referee, “Dizzy” Dan Lamber, the tension in the arena reaches a palpable level. The trio of Cain, Riddle, and Khloe stand poised in the center of the ring, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Riddle decides to break the ice with a hint of showboating, flexing his muscles to the delight of the crowd.
Capitalizing on Riddle’s momentary distraction, Cain springs into action. Her body moves with the precision of a hawk eyeing its prey as she lunges forward, aiming to catch Riddle off guard. But before she can fully execute her plan, Khloe charges forward, a wild and fierce expression etched on her face. It’s a reckless move that proves costly, as Riddle’s experience shines through. With a swift and well-practiced move, he sidesteps Khloe’s charge, using her momentum to send her tumbling over the top rope and crashing onto the unforgiving floor outside. *
Markson: OH MY! Khloe Cox landed with a sick thud.
Napier: Well, at least she doesn’t have to worry about any brain damage.
*With Khloe momentarily out of the picture, Cain refocuses her attention on Riddle. Seizing the opening, she rockets toward the ropes, her lithe form bouncing effortlessly off them in a display of agility. As she springs back into the ring, she twists her body mid-air, aiming a flying dropkick squarely at Riddle’s chest. But Riddle is no slouch when it comes to technique. He anticipates Cain’s move and counters with a perfectly timed arm drag that sends her sprawling to the mat, her aerial attack thwarted. *
Markson: What a beautiful arm drag, he got so deep on it.
Napier: Arm drags are boring and ratings killers. GIVE ME SOME CRASH TV!!!
Markson: The Thunderamaniacs seem to enjoy it.
*The audience roars with appreciation for the skill on display. Riddle, not one to waste an opportunity, capitalizes on his advantage. He swiftly maneuvers, grabbing Cain’s arm and applying a joint lock, expertly wrenching at her shoulder and trying to wear down her resilience. But Cain is known for her brawler spirit. Gritting her teeth, she fights against the pain, her muscles flexing as she uses her raw strength to break free from Riddle’s hold.
As the match unfolds, Khloe makes her presence known once again. She climbs onto the apron, her wild hair framing her determined expression. With a daredevil grin, she launches herself over the ropes, her target now both Riddle and Cain. The impact of her double clothesline is thunderous, sending shockwaves through the ring and causing the canvas to tremble beneath their weight. *
Markson: Khloe Cox put every bit of her 120lb into that.
Napier: Something about speed, enertia, horsepower, and some other nerdy stuff came into play on that one.
*The crowd’s reactions are a chorus of cheers and gasps, a testament to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes. Khloe, her chaotic energy guiding her every move, takes control of the match. Her strikes are fierce and unrelenting, each blow landing with a satisfying thud. Cain, however, uses her agility to her advantage, evading Khloe’s attacks with nimble dodges and delivering sharp kicks and strikes of her own.
Amidst the chaos, Riddle isn’t one to be forgotten. He regains his bearings and employs his technical prowess to make a comeback. With calculated precision, he counters Khloe’s strikes, each evasion showcasing his mastery of ring psychology. He finds the gaps in Khloe’s aggressive offense, using her momentum against her as he maneuvers into a position of control.*
Markson: Again Khloe Cox’s blind rage and uncontrolled aggression cost her.
Napier: Cyrus Riddle is just so calculated, he's very cerebral, almost assassin like.
*Dizzy Dan Lambert finds himself in a challenging position. The three wrestlers are a whirlwind of motion, their movements fluid and dynamic. He does his best to keep up, his eyes darting between the competitors as they battle for supremacy. The match is a study in contrasts—aerial acrobatics, technical finesse, and raw aggression collide in a symphony of athleticism.
Amid the chaotic exchanges, Khloe, embodying her wild and unpredictable nature, attempts to seize every opportunity. She goes for a sudden schoolgirl pin on Cain! *
1….
2…..
KICKOUT!
Markson: Hard kickout by Veronica Cain.
Napier: You almost sounded happy saying that Mark.
Markson: Absolutely not.
*Cain tosses Khloe right off of her causing the diminutive lunatic to hit her head on the canvas hare which the ref goes to check on as Riddle takes the moment to regain some stamina. With a devious glint in her eye, she seizes the opportunity to implement “No More Tears,” a low-blow from behind that targets Riddle’s most vulnerable area. But Cain doesn’t stop there—she grips onto Riddle and yanks him down, delivering a painful twist that sends shockwaves of pain through his body. The crowd’s mixed reaction reflects the shock and disbelief at this unexpected turn of events.
Riddle shows his grit and skill by not only twisting his way into a dominating position on the ground through the agony but also turning it into a painfully deep cross-face hold onto Cain. *
Napier: Cyrus Riddle with a deep cross face, trying to set up his In Noctem submission for later.
Markson: I can tell you now, that Veronica Cain is too stubborn to submit.
*The Scorpion shows her own Olympian-like endurance as she fights her way to the ropes forcing a break from the ref. Riddle gives her a few more strokes to pay her back for the low blow earlier before getting up and stepping away.
As Riddle finds himself standing near the corner, Khloe ascends the middle rope with calculated precision. With a burst of adrenaline, she leaps off the ropes, her body twisting in mid-air as she drives Riddle’s head into the canvas with a DDT. The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and cheers, their appreciation for Khloe’s audacious move evident in the thunderous applause that fills the arena. *
Markson: The Thunderamaniacs here in Music City are thoroughly behind Khloe Cox.
Napier: These Thunderamorons are as crazy as she is.
*Cain, Riddle, and Khloe all slowly get up battered and bruised from the war they have been fighting the crowds' excitement makes the arena seem to shake as the finale seems to be approaching. Khloe and Cain look at each other with evil intent in their eyes, while Riddle lets out a war cry. Riddle charges at both women and goes for a double clothesline, but both women duck and charge to the ropes. Both Khloe and Veronica bounce off the ropes, matching each other's pace. Can and Cox both leap at the same time and nail a double dropkick that sends RIddle falling through the ropes out of the ring.
Cox and Cain both scramble to their feet, and Cain is up first going for the A Like Supreme (superkick), but Cox ducks and charges off the ropes coming back with the Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum), but Cain ducks and counters into a backslide for a pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, VERONICA CAIN ALMOST GOT IT!!!
Napier: Are you wanting Veronica Cain to get it?
Markson: You are a dirty old man.
Napier: No, Christian Cain is a dirty old man.
*As Cox kicks out he rolls backward to her feet and grabs Cain by the head and pulls her into position for a DDT. Cain is able to spin out though, and holds onto the arm of Cox. Cain lands a kick to the stomach of Cox and then pulls her into position for the Proud & Strong (Styles Clash into a Boston Crab), as Cain begins to lift Cox, Riddle slams a forearm into the back of Cain's head.
Cain drops Cox and falls to her knees holding the back of her head. Riddle begins hooking In Noctem (Katahajime/Tazmission) on Cain, but she is trying to fight it off, as she does Cox comes charging out of the corner and nails Riddle with a running jump kick.
Cox looks at the downed Riddle and charges for the ropes, while Cain pushes herself off of her knees and heads for the opposite ropes. Cox springs to the second rope and comes off with her vintage Shows over! (Lionsault). Meanwhile, Cain has scaled tot he top turnbuckles and comes off the ropes with the Veronicasault (Litasault). Both women land on Riddle at almost te exact same moment. Both women lay ontop of Riddle for the pin. *
Markson: Hard kickout by Veronica Cain.
Napier: You almost sounded happy saying that Mark.
Markson: Absolutely not.
*Cain tosses Khloe right off of her causing the diminutive lunatic to hit her head on the canvas hare which the ref goes to check on as Riddle takes the moment to regain some stamina. With a devious glint in her eye, she seizes the opportunity to implement “No More Tears,” a low-blow from behind that targets Riddle’s most vulnerable area. But Cain doesn’t stop there—she grips onto Riddle and yanks him down, delivering a painful twist that sends shockwaves of pain through his body. The crowd’s mixed reaction reflects the shock and disbelief at this unexpected turn of events.
Riddle shows his grit and skill by not only twisting his way into a dominating position on the ground through the agony but also turning it into a painfully deep cross-face hold onto Cain. *
Napier: Cyrus Riddle with a deep cross face, trying to set up his In Noctem submission for later.
Markson: I can tell you now, that Veronica Cain is too stubborn to submit.
*The Scorpion shows her own Olympian-like endurance as she fights her way to the ropes forcing a break from the ref. Riddle gives her a few more strokes to pay her back for the low blow earlier before getting up and stepping away.
As Riddle finds himself standing near the corner, Khloe ascends the middle rope with calculated precision. With a burst of adrenaline, she leaps off the ropes, her body twisting in mid-air as she drives Riddle’s head into the canvas with a DDT. The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and cheers, their appreciation for Khloe’s audacious move evident in the thunderous applause that fills the arena. *
Markson: The Thunderamaniacs here in Music City are thoroughly behind Khloe Cox.
Napier: These Thunderamorons are as crazy as she is.
*Cain, Riddle, and Khloe all slowly get up battered and bruised from the war they have been fighting the crowds' excitement makes the arena seem to shake as the finale seems to be approaching. Khloe and Cain look at each other with evil intent in their eyes, while Riddle lets out a war cry. Riddle charges at both women and goes for a double clothesline, but both women duck and charge to the ropes. Both Khloe and Veronica bounce off the ropes, matching each other's pace. Can and Cox both leap at the same time and nail a double dropkick that sends RIddle falling through the ropes out of the ring.
Cox and Cain both scramble to their feet, and Cain is up first going for the A Like Supreme (superkick), but Cox ducks and charges off the ropes coming back with the Lunatic Lariat (A running clothesline from hell using the ropes for momentum), but Cain ducks and counters into a backslide for a pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: OH, VERONICA CAIN ALMOST GOT IT!!!
Napier: Are you wanting Veronica Cain to get it?
Markson: You are a dirty old man.
Napier: No, Christian Cain is a dirty old man.
*As Cox kicks out he rolls backward to her feet and grabs Cain by the head and pulls her into position for a DDT. Cain is able to spin out though, and holds onto the arm of Cox. Cain lands a kick to the stomach of Cox and then pulls her into position for the Proud & Strong (Styles Clash into a Boston Crab), as Cain begins to lift Cox, Riddle slams a forearm into the back of Cain's head.
Cain drops Cox and falls to her knees holding the back of her head. Riddle begins hooking In Noctem (Katahajime/Tazmission) on Cain, but she is trying to fight it off, as she does Cox comes charging out of the corner and nails Riddle with a running jump kick.
Cox looks at the downed Riddle and charges for the ropes, while Cain pushes herself off of her knees and heads for the opposite ropes. Cox springs to the second rope and comes off with her vintage Shows over! (Lionsault). Meanwhile, Cain has scaled tot he top turnbuckles and comes off the ropes with the Veronicasault (Litasault). Both women land on Riddle at almost te exact same moment. Both women lay ontop of Riddle for the pin. *
1…
2…
3…
Markson: WAIT! Who…. who got the pin?
Napier: Uhhh…. Good question.
*Referee Dizzy Dan looks at Cain and Cox who are both confused. Dan rolls out of the ring and starts talking to Steve Cotton. Cotton nods his head as Dizzy Dan rolls back into the ring. *
Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… KHLOE COX AND VERONICA CAIN!!!
Markson: Is this technically a draw?
Napier: No dummy, both women won. They both secured the pin at the same time. They won, and Cyrus Riddle lost.
Markson: Makes sense I guess.
*Referee Dizzy Dan raises the hands of both women. Cain pulls her arm away in disgust and hops out of the ring, heading for the back as she is clearly not pleased. Riddle has rolled out of the ring and is slinking to the back as Cox raises her hands in victory to cheers from the Nashville crowd.
As Cox stands in the ring, "Judgement Day" plays again to the confusion of the crowd. Cox is confused as well, but on alert as she stands near the ropes looking at the entrance way. Cox smiles as the empty entrance way and starts laughing hysterically. The crowd boos loudly thinking it was all a joke by Cox. *
Napier: Cox seems quite content to have retired another wrestler.
Markson: A despicable disp–
*Markson’s headset is knocked off his head by a person in a black hoodie jumping the barricade and entering the ring behind Cox. As Cox turns around, she’s dropped by a Sykobitty Stunner before removing the hoodie and revealing herself to be Eavan Maloney. Eavan grabs Cox by the hair and pulls her back up before dropping her a second time. This time the crowd is on their feet, both surprised and happy to see their sawed-off hero. Eavan stands over a downed Cox before stepping through the ropes, then stopping and returning inside the ring. *
Napier: We were duped! Cox thought she was getting the last laugh before Maloney dove past us and laid her out.
Markson: Maloney is legitimately injured but her hatred for Cox is stronger.
*Eavan holds her back as she yells at Cox to get up. Cox can barely move fast enough before Eavan pulls her up by her hair again, slapping her across the face a few times before locking in her Tap Or Die dragon sleeper. Cox’s arms fall to her side as security and officials rush the ring to pull Maloney off of Cox. Eavan lets Cox go who drops like a sack of potatoes before being led up the ramp as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
Napier: Cox seems quite content to have retired another wrestler.
Markson: A despicable disp–
*Markson’s headset is knocked off his head by a person in a black hoodie jumping the barricade and entering the ring behind Cox. As Cox turns around, she’s dropped by a Sykobitty Stunner before removing the hoodie and revealing herself to be Eavan Maloney. Eavan grabs Cox by the hair and pulls her back up before dropping her a second time. This time the crowd is on their feet, both surprised and happy to see their sawed-off hero. Eavan stands over a downed Cox before stepping through the ropes, then stopping and returning inside the ring. *
Napier: We were duped! Cox thought she was getting the last laugh before Maloney dove past us and laid her out.
Markson: Maloney is legitimately injured but her hatred for Cox is stronger.
*Eavan holds her back as she yells at Cox to get up. Cox can barely move fast enough before Eavan pulls her up by her hair again, slapping her across the face a few times before locking in her Tap Or Die dragon sleeper. Cox’s arms fall to her side as security and officials rush the ring to pull Maloney off of Cox. Eavan lets Cox go who drops like a sack of potatoes before being led up the ramp as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Alexander Marshall standing in the ring. “The Stroke” is fading out from the PA, but the boos are reigning in Nashville as the crowd seems to be trying to boo Marshall out of the ring. Alexander laughs, and signals for them to turn his mic up.
Marshall stands in front of a table set up like a desk with an office chair on either side of the table. On the table sits a leather document folder and a fancy fountain pen. The music dies down, but the boos continue for a bit longer before dying down. *
Alexander Marshall: Nashville…. The feeling is mutual.
*The crowd instantly begins booing again. *
Alexander Marshall: Alright Thunder-a-morons we have some serious business to get to. The business of making official the match stipulation that Ava Arthur will select for her match with Peter Vaughn at Gladiators Ball. Quite frankly, I think this is a waste of time, because no matter what the match is Peter Vaughn is going to retain his International championship and end this fantasy of Ava Arthur being the underdog hero of Thunder Pro.
*The Crowd begins booing, and before they stop, the lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.*
"This Time... It's Different."
*After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, a figure appears through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward wearing his dark blue gear, with the TPW International Championship wrapped around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp, surveying the negative reaction from the crowd. From his reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He steps through the ropes, looking confident as he accepts a mic from Alexander Marshall.*
Peter Vaughn: Well, Nashville, thanks for that warm greeting. You guys truly know how to treat an exceptional champion.
*The crowd keeps booing, although Vaughn doesn’t seem too concerned.*
Peter Vaughn: I know you all are loving what we’ve been doing with Thunder Pro Wrestling, taking it to heights never seen during its previous era. Now, it’s true, we’re giving lesser-known talent more opportunities, but don’t let that take away from your enjoyment tonight. Be sure to give my opponent a welcome befitting a… tag-team wrestler.
*Vaughn then stops and turns towards the entryway, waiting for things to begin with a cocky smile on his face
Ava keeps him waiting for a few moments, letting the boos ring out… then her music hits, and the crowd instantly switches to raucous cheering. A huge blast of smoke onstage fades away to reveal TPW’s new tag team champs - Ava, belt slung proudly over her shoulder, with Alessia just behind her, wearing hers.
The two women advance down the ramp, Ava smiling at Vaughn, Alessia keeping a stony, cold glare on Marshall. Ava pulls herself up by the ropes, yanks the mic out of Vaughn’s hands as Alessia slides in behind her, and takes up her place on the other side of the table. She accepts a few more cheers, then, with a quick, cocky wave at Marshall, stares at Vaughn and speaks.*
Ava Arthur: Peter. Nice to see you face to face, rather than trying to sneak into my matches. ‘Cause that went so well for you.
*She smirks and hooks a thumb under the gleaming gold tag belt on her shoulder, staring directly at Alexander Marshall.*
Ava Arthur: Bet you wished the Cabal could get their dirty little hands on these, huh, Alex? Well, once we’re done with the Malvados, and your little golden boy here, I’m sure we could find some time to stomp Bane and Slater’s heads into the mat.
*There’s a small pop from the crowd, and she smiles, despite herself. A grin creeps onto Alessia’s face, too.*
Ava Arthur: Back to business. Peter Vaughn. The big man himself, in the flesh. Nice belt. Thanks for keeping it warm for me.
*She steps forward, pulls out a chair, and sits by the table, leaning back, one leg kicked up. Alessia stays standing behind her.*
Ava Arthur: You know, I think everyone in this building is getting real tired of your Cabal shtick. Locking up every belt and every match with your little boys’ club, then when things don’t go your way, trying to mess with the result. Speaking of which - how’s the jaw, Alex?
*Marshall winces despite himself, reflexively rubbing the bruise from the Jawbreaker kick.*
Ava Arthur: But I shouldn’t be surprised. You know, I said the same thing to the Malvados, when they whined about having to defend the title through the SEX cup, when they complained about every opponent they had. You’re cowards. You want to hoard all the belts and the prestige and the money ‘cause you know that as soon as you face a real challenge, you won’t be able to hold on. And then it’s all going to go up in smoke. Your precious reputation, and Alex, your precious money. You turned on Terry ‘cause you were too scared to earn it, you had to stab him in the back. And you know when I joined this company, when Lessi and I got on the plane, we didn’t know if it was going to be just a stop on the tour, another place to earn some money. But I’ve fallen in love with this place, because it has real fighters. Real workers. And I’m not going to let you take it away.
*She leans forward, and, to a chorus of cheers, opens the folder and signs.*
Ava Arthur: So Petey boy. If you want to prove you really deserve it? If you want to prove that you’re not just a scared old man trying to hold on to fading glories?
*She stands up, then grabs the pen and smacks it into Vaughn’s chest, staring daggers at him.*
Ava Arthur: Sign.
*Vaughn takes the pen, clearly not discomfited by Ana’s talk in the least. He shakes his head, as if pitying a poor child.*
Peter Vaughn: You talk pretty big about things you know nothing about, Ava. It’s rather said, seeing your naivety on display. For instance, I didn’t earn my title rematch? After I was cheated out of my belt? And it was specifically mentioned in my contract? No, Ava, I fully earned that rematch. It was Terry who was scared to give it to me. He was the one who stabbed ME in the back, the man who had done everything for him.
*The crowd doesn’t seem to agree, but then, they’ve always felt that way about Vaughn.*
Peter Vaughn: I’m the only two-time TPW International Champion, and I earned every bit of that. Now, you? You earned your spot here, no doubt. But your decisions are going to get you in a lot of trouble because whether you realize it or not, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. I was treating you with kid gloves. Well, it looks like the gloves are coming off, and when we face off in the ring, you’re not going to know what hit you.
*Vaughn then turns and flips through the contract documents. He stops for a second, noticing an Outsiders contract sticking out the side of the board, and quickly pulls that one out, putting it in his pocket. Vaughn then, with a flourish, quickly signs the TPW contract. Ava turns out to the crowd, lifting the contract into the air.*
Ava Arthur: So hey, everybody! Wanna know what Petey V just signed himself up for?
*She holds it for a moment, letting the crowd noise wash over her, then turns back to the champ with a smile.*
Ava Arthur: When I was picking, I was thinking - I’m really, really tired of run-ins. Bet you all are, too. And even if I had Petey here down in the middle of the ring, dead to the world, I bet Alexander’d find some way to screw me. I want you one on one. No hiding. No running. Just fighting. So you and I, at Gladiator’s Ball, are gonna get locked in… for your own, personal, HELL IN A CELL!
*A huge roar from the crowd is cut off by Alessia waving for them to be quiet.*
Ava Arthur: No, no, that’s not all. I’m sure you could, I don’t know, bribe Villano 16 or something. So I’ve also decided, we’ll have a special guest referee. Someone who TPW can trust. Someone who these fans know will be fair, will call it like they see it. Someone who’s here, right now.
Alexander Marshall: Oh let us guess. I'll bet my 67 Xorvette it’s… ALESSIA!!!
*Ava smiles and shakes her head “no”. Alexander and Vaugn seem annoyed. *
Alexander Marshall: Who then? WHO!?! WHO!?! TELL ME NOW….
*Alexander is interrupted by the words “You've been, Thunderstruck” echoes through the arena.
Alexander drops the mic and looks like he is about to have a heart attack. Vaughn begins screaming “NO! NO! NO!”, as the Nashville crowd erupts and comes to their feet at the sight of “Thundering” Terry Marshall appearing at the top of the entranceway.
Vaughn spins around to grab the contract from the table but Ava and Alessia have slid out of the ring and are holding onto the contract. Ava and Alessia walk around the ring and are joined at the bottom of the entranceway by Terry Marshall. Alexander is frozen in shock, while Peter Vaugh is losing his mind.
Vaughn flips the table over, grabs a chair, and throws it out of the ring. Vaughn grabs the other chair and throws it out of the ring at Marshall and Ava, but they move out of the way and begin laughing. Vaughn is beside himself in rage while Alexander stands with his jaw on the mat. Marshall, Ava, and Alessia all hit a pose bringing the crowd to even bigger heights at the shot fades to credits. *
Vaughn spins around to grab the contract from the table but Ava and Alessia have slid out of the ring and are holding onto the contract. Ava and Alessia walk around the ring and are joined at the bottom of the entranceway by Terry Marshall. Alexander is frozen in shock, while Peter Vaugh is losing his mind.
Vaughn flips the table over, grabs a chair, and throws it out of the ring. Vaughn grabs the other chair and throws it out of the ring at Marshall and Ava, but they move out of the way and begin laughing. Vaughn is beside himself in rage while Alexander stands with his jaw on the mat. Marshall, Ava, and Alessia all hit a pose bringing the crowd to even bigger heights at the shot fades to credits. *
