Post by Greg T.O.M on Sept 15, 2023 16:16:58 GMT -5
*The Gladiators Ball logo fades to darkness. The sound of a horse snorting cuts through the darkness, followed by the sound of its hooves galloping upon the earth. The darkness gives way to the image of a rider on a horse galloping over a grassy knoll. At the top of the knoll the horse stops. The rider looks a the camera as if looking into our hearts and our souls.
The rider pulls their helmet off revealing themselves to be Ava Arthur. Ava drops her helmet and the horse rears up to a standing position, and as Ava holds on with one hand she draws a sword with the other. Ava raises the sword into the air as the horse neighs loudly. The horse comes down to all fours and Ava points the sword forward over the knoll. Ava begins charging down the knoll as “Fuel” by Metallica begins playing. *
*As the horse gallops down knoll it morphs into a NASCAR car with Ava Arthur in the driver's seat. The knoll flattens out and the grass is replaced with a race track. The car drives over the camera and when it finishes going over the shot is of an angry Peter Vaughn *
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
Ooh!
*The shot quickly cuts to an overhead view of Bristol Motor Speedway before cutting to a shot of El Diablo Blanco throwing a fireball into the face of Matt Knox at Bohemian Bash. *
Yeah!
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red
*The shot cuts to another racecar pulling around the track and the blurring speed blurs the shot into one of 999 dragging Mac Bane from the entrance tunnel at Bohemian Bash. As 999 tosses Mac’s body into the ring the shot switches to Mac Bane giving Maxwell Mason Stone the Burn Out through the announce table. *
A hundred plus through black and white
Warhorse, warhead
Fudge 'em man, white-knuckle tight
Through black and white
*The table shatters to a shot of JMont delivering the JKO to Junko. The impact immediately shakes the screen to a shot of Junko kicking JMont in the crotch. *
Ooh, on I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose, and clean
And on I burn, churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
*The shot cuts CJ O’Donnell and Jason Cashe brawling through the crowd. They disappear into the crowd and the shot transitions to Larry Tact being pulled from a pile of bricks. The bricks roll down and smash into the camera and shatter into a shot of Bam Miller standing over a pile of bricks. *
So gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
Yeah
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the chrome
Yeah-he-hey, oh yeah
*The sot switches to Alessia Angelo hooking Hector Malvado for 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. The impact shakes the screen to a shot of the Malvados throwing Pepsi Pete through an office window. *
Take the corner, join the crash
Headlights (head on), headlines
Another junkie lives too fast
Yeah, lives way too fast- oh-oh
*The shot switches to each member of the Claim the Fame match getting their hand raised. Khloe Cox, Eavan Maloney, Delia Black, Cyrus Riddle, and finally Veronica Cain. *
Ooh, on I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose, and clean
And on I burn, churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
Ooh, ye-heah
*The shot switches to Chris Page and Zolton both throwing security guards out of their way. The two men clear a path by tossing bodies aside and then charge at each other and meet with exchanging punches. *
Give me fuel (on I burn, on and on)
Give me fire (on I burn, on and on)
My desire (on I burn, on and on)
Ooh, on I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose, and clean
And on I burn, churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
*The shot cuts back to Ava Arthur driving the race car around the track. Another car pulls up beside her and in the driver's seat is Peter Vaughn. Vaughn snarls at Ava from the driver's seat, and she gives a look of determination back to him. The two drivers look ahead and see the finish line in sight. *
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
Ooh
On I burn
*Vaughn pushes the gas pedal all the way down and begins pulling ahead of Ava. Ava responds by shifting into high gear and pressing the pedal to the floor as well. The two cards are neck and neck as the barrel to the finish line. Both cars seemingly cross at the same time. The checkered flag begins waving and takes over the whole screen. As the flag fades away it reveals a shot of the live Gladiators Ball crowd of well over 75,000 people. *
*The shot pans around the jam-packed crowd and cuts right to Steve Cotton standing at the bottom of the entranceway way which is made to look like a race track and has various race cars lining it. Steve stands with a microphone. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Grammy and CMA award-winning singer and songwriter Jennifer Nettles as she sings the National Anthem.
*As Jennifer Nettles finishes singing the crowd begins cheering with a thunderous roar. There is a loud and low rumbling that cuts through the cheering crowd, and as it does focus turns to the west side of the Colosseum where a C-130 flies over, bringing another huge roar of ovation from the crowd. *
*The shot cuts to the ringside commentary desk where we find Mark Markson dressed in a tuxedo, and Nick Napier wearing a gold and rhinestone jacket. Both men look extremely excited as Markson has a huge smile on his face, as does Napier, but Napier does look a bit nervous. *
Give me fire (on I burn, on and on)
My desire (on I burn, on and on)
Ooh, on I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose, and clean
And on I burn, churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
*The shot cuts back to Ava Arthur driving the race car around the track. Another car pulls up beside her and in the driver's seat is Peter Vaughn. Vaughn snarls at Ava from the driver's seat, and she gives a look of determination back to him. The two drivers look ahead and see the finish line in sight. *
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
Ooh
On I burn
*Vaughn pushes the gas pedal all the way down and begins pulling ahead of Ava. Ava responds by shifting into high gear and pressing the pedal to the floor as well. The two cards are neck and neck as the barrel to the finish line. Both cars seemingly cross at the same time. The checkered flag begins waving and takes over the whole screen. As the flag fades away it reveals a shot of the live Gladiators Ball crowd of well over 75,000 people. *
*The shot pans around the jam-packed crowd and cuts right to Steve Cotton standing at the bottom of the entranceway way which is made to look like a race track and has various race cars lining it. Steve stands with a microphone. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Grammy and CMA award-winning singer and songwriter Jennifer Nettles as she sings the National Anthem.
*As Jennifer Nettles finishes singing the crowd begins cheering with a thunderous roar. There is a loud and low rumbling that cuts through the cheering crowd, and as it does focus turns to the west side of the Colosseum where a C-130 flies over, bringing another huge roar of ovation from the crowd. *
*The shot cuts to the ringside commentary desk where we find Mark Markson dressed in a tuxedo, and Nick Napier wearing a gold and rhinestone jacket. Both men look extremely excited as Markson has a huge smile on his face, as does Napier, but Napier does look a bit nervous. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME TO GLADIATORS BALL!
Napier: TONIGHTS THE NIGHT! The night that The Cabal puts an end to Thundermania. Puts an end to the dreams of Ava Arthur. Tonight we pay Zolton for breaking his agreement with Alexander Marshall. Tonight we burn Matt Knox at the stake. And, tonight Mac Bane finishes off Maxwell Mason Stone. Tonight debts are being paid and The Cabal is collecting.
Markson: There are A LOT of scores to be settled here tonight. We’ve got battles of bad blood, and every championship in Thunder Pro Wrestling on the line.
Napier: It’s a crying shame that the only gold that The Cabal has a shot at tonight is in retaining the International championship, that sounds like a straight-up conspiracy to me.
Markson: Calm down Alex Jones. We aren’t in Bohemian Grove anymore where The Cabal Globalist can reign supreme. Instead, we are at BRISTOL BABY!
Napier: I know, I’ve never seen so many low-brow, white-trash, Thunderamorons in my life.
Markson: You better watch your tone, Nick, the Thunderamaniacs are ruckus here tonight, and they may put you in that grave that is meant for Bam Miller or Larry Tact.
Napier: That grave is exactly where Peter Vaughn is going to put Ava Arthur’s dream of being International champion, and exactly where The Cabal will put Thundermania tonight.
Markson: Well let’s find out who IS going to be literally buried in bricks tonight in our opening contest, but first let us see what happened earlier today between the contestants of this upcominb match.
Napier: TONIGHTS THE NIGHT! The night that The Cabal puts an end to Thundermania. Puts an end to the dreams of Ava Arthur. Tonight we pay Zolton for breaking his agreement with Alexander Marshall. Tonight we burn Matt Knox at the stake. And, tonight Mac Bane finishes off Maxwell Mason Stone. Tonight debts are being paid and The Cabal is collecting.
Markson: There are A LOT of scores to be settled here tonight. We’ve got battles of bad blood, and every championship in Thunder Pro Wrestling on the line.
Napier: It’s a crying shame that the only gold that The Cabal has a shot at tonight is in retaining the International championship, that sounds like a straight-up conspiracy to me.
Markson: Calm down Alex Jones. We aren’t in Bohemian Grove anymore where The Cabal Globalist can reign supreme. Instead, we are at BRISTOL BABY!
Napier: I know, I’ve never seen so many low-brow, white-trash, Thunderamorons in my life.
Markson: You better watch your tone, Nick, the Thunderamaniacs are ruckus here tonight, and they may put you in that grave that is meant for Bam Miller or Larry Tact.
Napier: That grave is exactly where Peter Vaughn is going to put Ava Arthur’s dream of being International champion, and exactly where The Cabal will put Thundermania tonight.
Markson: Well let’s find out who IS going to be literally buried in bricks tonight in our opening contest, but first let us see what happened earlier today between the contestants of this upcominb match.
*The screen fades to the words "the following has been pre-recorded."
September 15, 2023
Bristol Motor Speedway
Bristol, Tennessee
3:00PM local time
The stage has been set. The pieces are in place and down payments have been made, verbally and physically. Fans have secured their tickets and the talent have made their claims. Now we come to the night where they enter the arena to wage high stakes battles to determine who among them will have their hand raised, and who will leave battered and questioning where they go from here.
Gladiators Ball has arrived.
A camera follows a man dressed professionally from feet behind him. We see his signature neatly cropped and combed black hair, a Rolex on his wrist, and looks like a billion dollars. He’s someone possessing both style and substance. He’s greeted by Thunder Pro Wrestling officials as he passes by an open office, where intense discussions are still ongoing just hours before the kickoff to this critical event. The officials pause their back-and-forth to take a moment and shake hands with this gentleman, who is roundly admired for his tenacity and smooth candor. As he continues on down the hallways, he can feel the energy of the studio up ahead.
Denzel Porter looks ready and excited to be LIVE at TPW Gladiators Ball!
Inside the private studio, there are three couches set across from each other with a table between all of them. The lighting is well placed for the center of the studio where the center of attraction will be; Denzel Porter sits on one couch, getting final instructions from the producers, and checking to double-check on the count. As the red light beams on, Denzel opens with a greeting. *
Denzel Porter: Thank you for tuning in on this September evening as I have a special edition of the BreakingNews interview. We are live from Bristol Motor Speedway for Thunder Pro Wrestling’s Gladiators Ball, and I have two special guests here today that will be doing battle later in a Brick Buried Alive match! These two can’t stand the sight of each other, so I’ve brought in security and local police to make sure things don’t get too crazy up in here. Let’s introduce the first guest, give it up for Bam Miller!
*Bam walks out on stage in a black leather jacket with a tank top underneath, along with some blue jeans and biker boots on. He gives Porter a nod before taking his seat on the right couch of Porter and then smirks. *
Denzel Porter: So happy to have you on the show today , I know you and Larry still have to get ready for your match tonight, so I’ll try to make things simple and quick.
*Bam sits up straight as he looks over at Porter. *
Bam Miller: I would say I’m glad to be here but seeing how I have to share this stage with Larry Tact I say it’s a bit of a drag to be here but what’s new Tact taking away the spotlight again from me.
*Porter leans in with a curious look.*
Denzel Porter: Now before Larry comes out here, can you tell me why you have so much hatred for Larry? The fact you tried to ambush him multiple times with bricks?
*Bam smirks and then shakes his head.*
Bam Miller: Larry knows what the issue is between us but all you and the rest of the wrestling world need to know is that tonight this is my redemption, I've waited over a year to write a wrong and reset the narrative around me and Tact. I don't care how he feels about the way I went about things to get us here but tonight is Miller/Tact 2 and I promise Tact will not rise after tonight!
*Denzel looks impressed as he looks away from Bam and back towards the camera.*
Denzel Porter: Now next up is Bam’s opponent for tonight, he’s been a star everywhere he goes and has competed at the highest level in pro wrestling, give it up for Larry Tact!!!
*“In the Face of Evil” begins playing over the studio sound system, and Larry Tact appears from behind a curtain on the opposite side of where Bam entered. He is dressed in a grey Armani suit with white pinstripes, a white pressed shirt and solid lavender tie, along with black Armani shoes. He points at Bam and makes a fist, and security issue a warning to both men to stay calm and civil on set. Larry shakes his head and takes his seat, glaring through his 18K gold Ray Bans at Miller a moment longer than necessary before turning his attention to Denzel. *
Denzel Porter: Good to have you here joining us, Larry.
Larry Tact: Grateful to you for hosting us here at Gladiators Ball, Denzel, in the renowned Bristol Motor Speedway. I can’t speak for our mutual company here. He isn’t grateful for anything, and just wants to ruin other people’s lives for his own twisted enjoyment.
Denzel Porter: Well let’s dig into that a bit and get to the bottom. The Thunderamaniacs want to know what caused the animosity to never be lost, to never fade after an entire year of trying to cool things down?
*Larry scoffs and Bam sneers at the question. Tact tugs on the lapels of his suit.*
Larry Tact: See this?
*Larry then points to his own designer watch.*
Larry Tact: See this?
*Next, he motions to his sunglasses.*
Larry Tact: These?
*He observes Bam, who maintains a withering look at Tact.*
Larry Tact: They’re signs of status, luxury, and extravagance. They’re things that people of wealth can afford. They’re things that Bam Miller won’t likely possess, legally anyway. When we first faced off at the Cannabis Cup, I had thought it would be a good opponent to test myself against, who wasn’t wrestling in the same place as myself at the time. Bam brought the kind of hard-hitting, blue collar wrestling style paired with a viciousness and fire that I could see in myself.
*He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. He points to his head.*
Larry Tact: But what’s in here?
*He moves the hand over his chest. *
Larry Tact: And in here? That helps form something else that Bam Miller wishes he was in touch with as much as I am. Identity. Intangibles. Bam may be an instrument of pure destruction, and likely is one of the most brutal competitors on the planet. It doesn’t give him the experiences I possess. It doesn’t give him the perspective, on winning and losing, that allows me to continue on my wrestling quest, undaunted by setbacks and attacks. He takes everything as a slight and an insult, a sad state to exist in perpetuity. He's set himself back by a year, and saddles me with the blame. I can handle it, but we'll find out soon if you can endure being put on Larry’s Throne. The difference is I have real confidence, knowing the value of my craft, and where it can take me. I’ve been to the peak of TPW, and I’ll get there again. Bam, you’re going to feel existential pressure it takes to actually reach that point. Literally, it'll feel like brick, after brick, after every blazing brick I get my hands on!
*We see Larry's clenching a hand into a fist, and the other squeezing the arm of the sofa. Fortunately, Denzel ordered the furniture, not Alexander Marshall. It's made of a pliable and durable material.*
Larry Tact: Maybe I made a miscalculation on this chaos agent, who chose to align with the likes of Kat Jones and Chris Page. Or, maybe I didn’t, but the outcome of our first match had a much more dramatic effect on you, Miller. What I was looking for was a challenge and a thrilling match. On both of those counts, I delivered for the Cannabis Cup. Bam on the other hand? He didn’t want to take it as a challenge. He wanted his check and his hand raised in the air, believed he was far and away superior to what I bring to the ring. As many others have found, underestimating my prowess and ability isn’t a good choice to make. When I left the ring afterwards, I left Chris Page staring speechless at what I’d done. I took down Bam Miller in his own environment.
Denzel Porter: That's impressive, and now we’re on your home turf of Thunder Pro Wrestling. To his credit, Bam came in and accepted your challenge. Do you think this is a different Bam Miller?
*Larry relaxes again and strokes his beard, watching Bam looks like he's barely paying attention, but we see him nodding slowly and cracking his knuckles with his fingers.*
Larry Tact: I think we’re going to find out what Bam Miller really feels inside, other than the dickens inside him. He’s a fierce competitor, and he also remains the one with more to prove here. The worst I can leave is even with him in head-to-head singles matches. Granted, the stakes have been ramped up, given the condition of this match: Bury your opponent underneath nothing short of absurdly unforgiving bricks. If Bam hasn’t raised his game, then he’s guaranteed his tactful surrender tonight. If he has improved his abilities this past year? Then we find out who’s rage will supercede the other’s. Who will be the Brick King and exact a measure of revenge on the other. Thanks to this POS, I’ve already felt the sting of the bricks. But Denzel, if you want to talk #TactFacts… it’s time we bury this issue, and shut down Miller Time.
*Porter gets ready to speak again but Miller cuts him off.*
Bam Miller: You want to question my heart and flash your luxury lifestyle in my face as if that really matters but the only thing that matters to me is beating you and redeeming myself to the people, because regardless what you think and any other critics think, I know I'm on your level, I know when my back is against the wall that I can rise to the occasion. You are going to find out just how much man heart and fight I have in me and if you think cutting your golden hair hurts, you have no idea how much it's going to hurt when I bury you under thousands of BRICKS!
*Both men stand and start jawing back and forth. Security is quick to step in and keep them at an arm’s length, which is just far enough for one of Bam’s swipes to connect and knock off Larry’s gold shades. That’s all it takes for Tact to lunge forward and breakthrough, flooring Bam and knocking over a couch. Larry and Bam are brawling on the floor as Denzel gets a safe distance away!
Larry throws Bam off of him, trying to get up as his shirt is torn off the buttons and his tie is nowhere to be found. Bam, steeped in his fury, lifts a chair and throws it right into Larry’s face! Tact splays onto the ground as Bam stalks him, ignoring bruises already forming on his face and arms as he pleads for Tact to get up. A security officer makes the mistake of putting a hand on Miller, who immediately dispatches him with a spinning backfist. That buys a moment for Larry to recover and charge, with Bam clubbing his back to try and keep upright. Security is again on the pair, and they begin throwing elbows and headbutts at those trying to halt the fight. It takes little time for them to accomplish the task. Bam sees Larry flinging a security officer off his back and lines him up… TGS! TOP GUY SLAYER! The knee trigger connects as Larry was bent over. He's upright but wobbly on one knee. Bam whirls him around and drops him with MILLER TIME!! NO!! Larry blocks Bam and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a TACTILIZER onto the polished studio floor!
Both men end up down long enough for a new wave of security to separate them and get them out of there. The cameras then cut to the show. *
September 15, 2023
Bristol Motor Speedway
Bristol, Tennessee
3:00PM local time
The stage has been set. The pieces are in place and down payments have been made, verbally and physically. Fans have secured their tickets and the talent have made their claims. Now we come to the night where they enter the arena to wage high stakes battles to determine who among them will have their hand raised, and who will leave battered and questioning where they go from here.
Gladiators Ball has arrived.
A camera follows a man dressed professionally from feet behind him. We see his signature neatly cropped and combed black hair, a Rolex on his wrist, and looks like a billion dollars. He’s someone possessing both style and substance. He’s greeted by Thunder Pro Wrestling officials as he passes by an open office, where intense discussions are still ongoing just hours before the kickoff to this critical event. The officials pause their back-and-forth to take a moment and shake hands with this gentleman, who is roundly admired for his tenacity and smooth candor. As he continues on down the hallways, he can feel the energy of the studio up ahead.
Denzel Porter looks ready and excited to be LIVE at TPW Gladiators Ball!
Inside the private studio, there are three couches set across from each other with a table between all of them. The lighting is well placed for the center of the studio where the center of attraction will be; Denzel Porter sits on one couch, getting final instructions from the producers, and checking to double-check on the count. As the red light beams on, Denzel opens with a greeting. *
Denzel Porter: Thank you for tuning in on this September evening as I have a special edition of the BreakingNews interview. We are live from Bristol Motor Speedway for Thunder Pro Wrestling’s Gladiators Ball, and I have two special guests here today that will be doing battle later in a Brick Buried Alive match! These two can’t stand the sight of each other, so I’ve brought in security and local police to make sure things don’t get too crazy up in here. Let’s introduce the first guest, give it up for Bam Miller!
*Bam walks out on stage in a black leather jacket with a tank top underneath, along with some blue jeans and biker boots on. He gives Porter a nod before taking his seat on the right couch of Porter and then smirks. *
Denzel Porter: So happy to have you on the show today , I know you and Larry still have to get ready for your match tonight, so I’ll try to make things simple and quick.
*Bam sits up straight as he looks over at Porter. *
Bam Miller: I would say I’m glad to be here but seeing how I have to share this stage with Larry Tact I say it’s a bit of a drag to be here but what’s new Tact taking away the spotlight again from me.
*Porter leans in with a curious look.*
Denzel Porter: Now before Larry comes out here, can you tell me why you have so much hatred for Larry? The fact you tried to ambush him multiple times with bricks?
*Bam smirks and then shakes his head.*
Bam Miller: Larry knows what the issue is between us but all you and the rest of the wrestling world need to know is that tonight this is my redemption, I've waited over a year to write a wrong and reset the narrative around me and Tact. I don't care how he feels about the way I went about things to get us here but tonight is Miller/Tact 2 and I promise Tact will not rise after tonight!
*Denzel looks impressed as he looks away from Bam and back towards the camera.*
Denzel Porter: Now next up is Bam’s opponent for tonight, he’s been a star everywhere he goes and has competed at the highest level in pro wrestling, give it up for Larry Tact!!!
*“In the Face of Evil” begins playing over the studio sound system, and Larry Tact appears from behind a curtain on the opposite side of where Bam entered. He is dressed in a grey Armani suit with white pinstripes, a white pressed shirt and solid lavender tie, along with black Armani shoes. He points at Bam and makes a fist, and security issue a warning to both men to stay calm and civil on set. Larry shakes his head and takes his seat, glaring through his 18K gold Ray Bans at Miller a moment longer than necessary before turning his attention to Denzel. *
Denzel Porter: Good to have you here joining us, Larry.
Larry Tact: Grateful to you for hosting us here at Gladiators Ball, Denzel, in the renowned Bristol Motor Speedway. I can’t speak for our mutual company here. He isn’t grateful for anything, and just wants to ruin other people’s lives for his own twisted enjoyment.
Denzel Porter: Well let’s dig into that a bit and get to the bottom. The Thunderamaniacs want to know what caused the animosity to never be lost, to never fade after an entire year of trying to cool things down?
*Larry scoffs and Bam sneers at the question. Tact tugs on the lapels of his suit.*
Larry Tact: See this?
*Larry then points to his own designer watch.*
Larry Tact: See this?
*Next, he motions to his sunglasses.*
Larry Tact: These?
*He observes Bam, who maintains a withering look at Tact.*
Larry Tact: They’re signs of status, luxury, and extravagance. They’re things that people of wealth can afford. They’re things that Bam Miller won’t likely possess, legally anyway. When we first faced off at the Cannabis Cup, I had thought it would be a good opponent to test myself against, who wasn’t wrestling in the same place as myself at the time. Bam brought the kind of hard-hitting, blue collar wrestling style paired with a viciousness and fire that I could see in myself.
*He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. He points to his head.*
Larry Tact: But what’s in here?
*He moves the hand over his chest. *
Larry Tact: And in here? That helps form something else that Bam Miller wishes he was in touch with as much as I am. Identity. Intangibles. Bam may be an instrument of pure destruction, and likely is one of the most brutal competitors on the planet. It doesn’t give him the experiences I possess. It doesn’t give him the perspective, on winning and losing, that allows me to continue on my wrestling quest, undaunted by setbacks and attacks. He takes everything as a slight and an insult, a sad state to exist in perpetuity. He's set himself back by a year, and saddles me with the blame. I can handle it, but we'll find out soon if you can endure being put on Larry’s Throne. The difference is I have real confidence, knowing the value of my craft, and where it can take me. I’ve been to the peak of TPW, and I’ll get there again. Bam, you’re going to feel existential pressure it takes to actually reach that point. Literally, it'll feel like brick, after brick, after every blazing brick I get my hands on!
*We see Larry's clenching a hand into a fist, and the other squeezing the arm of the sofa. Fortunately, Denzel ordered the furniture, not Alexander Marshall. It's made of a pliable and durable material.*
Larry Tact: Maybe I made a miscalculation on this chaos agent, who chose to align with the likes of Kat Jones and Chris Page. Or, maybe I didn’t, but the outcome of our first match had a much more dramatic effect on you, Miller. What I was looking for was a challenge and a thrilling match. On both of those counts, I delivered for the Cannabis Cup. Bam on the other hand? He didn’t want to take it as a challenge. He wanted his check and his hand raised in the air, believed he was far and away superior to what I bring to the ring. As many others have found, underestimating my prowess and ability isn’t a good choice to make. When I left the ring afterwards, I left Chris Page staring speechless at what I’d done. I took down Bam Miller in his own environment.
Denzel Porter: That's impressive, and now we’re on your home turf of Thunder Pro Wrestling. To his credit, Bam came in and accepted your challenge. Do you think this is a different Bam Miller?
*Larry relaxes again and strokes his beard, watching Bam looks like he's barely paying attention, but we see him nodding slowly and cracking his knuckles with his fingers.*
Larry Tact: I think we’re going to find out what Bam Miller really feels inside, other than the dickens inside him. He’s a fierce competitor, and he also remains the one with more to prove here. The worst I can leave is even with him in head-to-head singles matches. Granted, the stakes have been ramped up, given the condition of this match: Bury your opponent underneath nothing short of absurdly unforgiving bricks. If Bam hasn’t raised his game, then he’s guaranteed his tactful surrender tonight. If he has improved his abilities this past year? Then we find out who’s rage will supercede the other’s. Who will be the Brick King and exact a measure of revenge on the other. Thanks to this POS, I’ve already felt the sting of the bricks. But Denzel, if you want to talk #TactFacts… it’s time we bury this issue, and shut down Miller Time.
*Porter gets ready to speak again but Miller cuts him off.*
Bam Miller: You want to question my heart and flash your luxury lifestyle in my face as if that really matters but the only thing that matters to me is beating you and redeeming myself to the people, because regardless what you think and any other critics think, I know I'm on your level, I know when my back is against the wall that I can rise to the occasion. You are going to find out just how much man heart and fight I have in me and if you think cutting your golden hair hurts, you have no idea how much it's going to hurt when I bury you under thousands of BRICKS!
*Both men stand and start jawing back and forth. Security is quick to step in and keep them at an arm’s length, which is just far enough for one of Bam’s swipes to connect and knock off Larry’s gold shades. That’s all it takes for Tact to lunge forward and breakthrough, flooring Bam and knocking over a couch. Larry and Bam are brawling on the floor as Denzel gets a safe distance away!
Larry throws Bam off of him, trying to get up as his shirt is torn off the buttons and his tie is nowhere to be found. Bam, steeped in his fury, lifts a chair and throws it right into Larry’s face! Tact splays onto the ground as Bam stalks him, ignoring bruises already forming on his face and arms as he pleads for Tact to get up. A security officer makes the mistake of putting a hand on Miller, who immediately dispatches him with a spinning backfist. That buys a moment for Larry to recover and charge, with Bam clubbing his back to try and keep upright. Security is again on the pair, and they begin throwing elbows and headbutts at those trying to halt the fight. It takes little time for them to accomplish the task. Bam sees Larry flinging a security officer off his back and lines him up… TGS! TOP GUY SLAYER! The knee trigger connects as Larry was bent over. He's upright but wobbly on one knee. Bam whirls him around and drops him with MILLER TIME!! NO!! Larry blocks Bam and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a TACTILIZER onto the polished studio floor!
Both men end up down long enough for a new wave of security to separate them and get them out of there. The cameras then cut to the show. *
Steve Cotton: Our first contest tonight is a Buried Alive Bricks match! Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “The Top Guy Slayer” Bam Miller!!
*The sound of a motorcycle is heard as it rolls on stage with Bam Miller on it. He points around to all the fans before riding down the ramp and riding around the ring. He parks his bike and high fives a fan in the front row, then gets a Miller Lite beer tossed to him. He walks up the steel steps, and walks slowly into the middle of the ring. He opens the can up and as soon as the can touches his lips pyro goes off behind him. As the pyro stops Bam Miller rolls back out of the ring, pacing down the aisle.*
Markson: Bam stunned everyone when he revealed himself as the assailant going after Larry Tact on the last Fury, accepting Tact’s challenge for a match tonight.
Napier: BAM EFFEN MILLER NEVER FORGOT, MARKSON! He’s back for revenge after what Tact did to him in the Cannabis Cup last year!
Markson: He could have just challenged Larry, he didn’t need to try to kill him with a forklift and falling bricks!
Napier: I don’t know, seems like he got his point across quite well…
Steve Cotton: His opponent, standing 6’6” and weighing 260 lbs, from Manhattan, New York, here is the former TPW International Champion, Larry Tact!!
*“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Red and white lights scan the crowd before all the lights cut out. A single crimson spotlight shines down on Larry Tact at the top of the entrance stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him.*
Markson: Tact has been vocal about being the heart of TPW as of late, supporting the Terry Marshall regime. He wants to tear down the Cabal, but tonight, he’s got a different issue to deal with.
Napier: The Cabal hasn’t forgotten about him, Mark, don’t worry about that. But there’s no reason for any of them to get in Bam Miller’s way tonight!
Markson: Case in point, here comes Bam!
*As Tact exchanges a few words with the fans along the aisle, we can see Miller stomping up the aisle, ready to fight! Tact, seeing him, quickly turns, and instantly the two men are throwing fists, pounding away at each other!! The crowd is cheering loudly, as the referee in the ring, Bobby “The Beard” Johnson, just shrugs his shoulders and signals for the bell!*
Markson: Bam didn’t want to wait!
Napier: He’s been wanting this for a long time!
Markson: With the bell rung, the only way this ends is if one competitor is buried in that grave on the far side of the speedway.
Napier: These two might kill each other long before they get that far!
*Miller and Tact have continued to brawl, neither giving an inch to their opponent, as they’ve made their way towards the speedway area. Tact seems to get the upper hand with a couple of uppercuts, rocking Miller backwards. Tact then steps back, gauging the distance, before rushing forward… and Miller catches him, tossing Tact over him with a release German suplex!! Tact flies backwards, banging into a portion of the fencing cutting off the speedway, sending it (and several links around it) crashing to the ground!!*
*As the crowd reacts, cheering in spite of who landed the move, Miller heads towards Tact, a smile on his face at the violence he just caused. He picks the wounded Tact up, trying to get the larger man onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, perhaps for a Death Valley Driver on the asphalt. But Tact suddenly pulls himself back down, holding onto Miller’s head as he falls, banging him into the ground with a modified DDT!! Miller pops back up, taking a few staggering steps, before he falls once again, knocked senseless from the impact.*
Markson: Both men taking damaging hits early on, as this hardcore brawl is living up to its billing!
Napier: C’mon, Bam! Take that guy out! Bury him like he deserves!
Markson: Remember, Napier, we talked about being less biased tonight…
Napier: No, I talked about YOU being less biased! My commentary is perfect! Knock him out, Bam!
*Progress has still been getting made, as both wrestlers continue to work towards the burial site. Tact is in charge still, dragging Miller along the edge of the fencing still standing. He then grabs Miller by the head, banging it into the edge of the concrete!! But Miller straightens up, immediately grabbing Tact by the head and doing the same thing! Tact responds, slamming Miller down, and Miller answers with another smash to Tact! Both men then stare at each other, before both drop to their knees, looking dazed from the hits.*
*Miller is the first to recover, pulling himself up, although he’s now got a small stream of blood coming from a cut on his forehead. He wipes it away, seeing the blood, and seems to get more fired up. As Tact rises to join him, Miller grabs hold of him, shoving Tact into the fencing and grinding him back and forth, as if trying to use it as a cheese grater!! Tact finally shoves Miller off of him, staggering, but he’s now bleeding from his head as well, possibly from multiple places. This doesn’t stop Tact from tackling Miller, with the two men falling to the ground, rolling as they swing at each other.*
Markson: I think the sight of their own blood is firing up BOTH men!
Napier: It’s a warrior’s phenomenon. There’s something about seeing red that really energizes a fighting type like these two.
Markson: What would you do if you saw your blood streaming down your face?
Napier: Scream, maybe? Bleeding isn't for me…
*The two competitors have now reached close to the edge of the speedway, with Tact now in control. He drags Miller to the side, where a built-in gap is set up between the speedway and the inner section, probably to better assist with quick medical aid after a major crash. Tact is more interested in the crash at this point, as he picks up Miller and bodily throws him through the gap, causing Miller to do a spin where his legs smacked against the fencing. He drops to the ground, hurting, as a smug Tact moves up next to him, pulling him up while looking towards the nearby loader, full of bricks and waiting to be triggered.*
*This brief distraction works against Tact, though, as Miller suddenly responds, lashing out with a low blow!! Tact’s eyes go wide as he falls sideways, groaning in agony from the strike, even as Miller gets back to his feet, clearing some blood from his sightlines. Despite everything so far, Miller seems to be enjoying himself, as he staggers to the side, where something lies covered in a large sheet. He yanks at it, pulling the sheet away, revealing the crazy structure lying underneath!*
Markson: What on earth??
Napier: What is that? Is that… a table?
Markson: It’s built like a table… but I think it’s mostly made of bricks, Nick!
Napier: That’s not something you’d ever see in MY living room, Mark! It’s too ugly! But then, it’s not built for beauty, is it?
*Miller pats the top of the brick table reverently, grinning as he thinks what he’s about to do with it. He moves off to where Tact is trying to stand, still hurting from the low blow. Miller lands a few more stiff punches, weakening Tact, before dragging him over towards the table, getting him next to it. Miller then sets Tact up into a powerbomb position, looking over at the table again before working to lift Tact up…*
*But Tact blocks it! Miller tries again, but Tact still keeps himself down. Tact then lifts up, reversing it, and sending Miller flipping over him!! Thanks to the angle Miller chose, he doesn’t hit the table, instead crashing down to the ground next to it, but it’s still not a soft landing. He starts to get up, but Tact is there, picking Miller up and delivering a modified spinebuster on the turf of the Bristol Motor Speedway!! As Miller is down, arching his back from the blow, Tact pulls himself up, looking back over at the bricked table, a slow grin spreading across his face.*
Napier: Uh oh…
Markson: Larry’s about to make Bam regret ever putting that table together!!
Napier: Hold on, Larry! That’s not yours! Don’t mess with someone else’s property!
*Tact can’t hear Napier, not that he’d listen to him anyway. He has pulled Miller up, dragging him over near the table, taunting him by making him face the bricks while he yells about how he’s on a higher level than Miller will ever reach. He then says that this is for Miller’s own good, before dragging Miller onto the table, climbing up with him. He lifts Miller onto his shoulders into a torture rack, beginning to set up the Tactilizer!!! After holding Miller for a few seconds in the agonizing hold, Tact lifts up…*
*... And Miller readjusts in mid-air, pulling free and landing on his feet! Before a surprised Tact can do anything, Miller kicks him low once more, bending Tact over!! Miller then locks Tact into place with a double underhook, lifting him up into a piledriver position, before dropping into a sit-down piledriver, crashing BOTH men through the bricked table!!!! Debris goes everywhere, as the crowd roars, always enjoying an epic wrestling spot. Miller is still slumped on one of the edges, breathing heavily, even as Tact is laying motionless in front of him.*
Markson: Oh my god!!
Napier: Yes!! Tact’s buried in bricks!! Bam wins!!
Markson: That’s not how this works, Nick! He’s got to be in the grave!
Napier: He’s in a Buried Alive Bricks match and he’s laying under brick debris, basically buried!! Where’s the lie??
Markson: … There’s maybe ONE piece of brick on top of him! The rest is what he landed on!
Napier: … One still counts…
*As the fans are still riled up, wanting to see more, Miller struggles to his feet, his back killing him from the landing. Of course, Tact is far worse off, so Miller grabs him by the arm, beginning to drag him towards the hole in the ground. He works to get Tact there, slowly pulling him along, all the while telling Tact that he never forgot, and this was what was meant to happen. They get to the grave, with Miller rolling the barely conscious Tact into the grave, causing him to disappear from sight. Miller then poses over him, dusting off his shoulder, as the crowd boos seeing their favorite falling in.*
*As Miller turns to leave, though, pointing out at the audience nearby as if to tell them to acknowledge who’s better, a hand comes flying out of the grave, grabbing hold of Miller’s ankle! Bam turns, startled, looking down as if seeing a ghost. A crimson-masked Larry Tact glares up with him, shaking his head, saying this one’s not over. He then drags Miller towards him, with Miller struggling to stop his momentum. He can’t do it, as Miller’s pulled into the grave with Tact! The two men start slugging it out once again, with some desperation involved now due to their current location.*
*The sound of a motorcycle is heard as it rolls on stage with Bam Miller on it. He points around to all the fans before riding down the ramp and riding around the ring. He parks his bike and high fives a fan in the front row, then gets a Miller Lite beer tossed to him. He walks up the steel steps, and walks slowly into the middle of the ring. He opens the can up and as soon as the can touches his lips pyro goes off behind him. As the pyro stops Bam Miller rolls back out of the ring, pacing down the aisle.*
Markson: Bam stunned everyone when he revealed himself as the assailant going after Larry Tact on the last Fury, accepting Tact’s challenge for a match tonight.
Napier: BAM EFFEN MILLER NEVER FORGOT, MARKSON! He’s back for revenge after what Tact did to him in the Cannabis Cup last year!
Markson: He could have just challenged Larry, he didn’t need to try to kill him with a forklift and falling bricks!
Napier: I don’t know, seems like he got his point across quite well…
Steve Cotton: His opponent, standing 6’6” and weighing 260 lbs, from Manhattan, New York, here is the former TPW International Champion, Larry Tact!!
*“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Red and white lights scan the crowd before all the lights cut out. A single crimson spotlight shines down on Larry Tact at the top of the entrance stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him.*
Markson: Tact has been vocal about being the heart of TPW as of late, supporting the Terry Marshall regime. He wants to tear down the Cabal, but tonight, he’s got a different issue to deal with.
Napier: The Cabal hasn’t forgotten about him, Mark, don’t worry about that. But there’s no reason for any of them to get in Bam Miller’s way tonight!
Markson: Case in point, here comes Bam!
*As Tact exchanges a few words with the fans along the aisle, we can see Miller stomping up the aisle, ready to fight! Tact, seeing him, quickly turns, and instantly the two men are throwing fists, pounding away at each other!! The crowd is cheering loudly, as the referee in the ring, Bobby “The Beard” Johnson, just shrugs his shoulders and signals for the bell!*
Markson: Bam didn’t want to wait!
Napier: He’s been wanting this for a long time!
Markson: With the bell rung, the only way this ends is if one competitor is buried in that grave on the far side of the speedway.
Napier: These two might kill each other long before they get that far!
*Miller and Tact have continued to brawl, neither giving an inch to their opponent, as they’ve made their way towards the speedway area. Tact seems to get the upper hand with a couple of uppercuts, rocking Miller backwards. Tact then steps back, gauging the distance, before rushing forward… and Miller catches him, tossing Tact over him with a release German suplex!! Tact flies backwards, banging into a portion of the fencing cutting off the speedway, sending it (and several links around it) crashing to the ground!!*
*As the crowd reacts, cheering in spite of who landed the move, Miller heads towards Tact, a smile on his face at the violence he just caused. He picks the wounded Tact up, trying to get the larger man onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, perhaps for a Death Valley Driver on the asphalt. But Tact suddenly pulls himself back down, holding onto Miller’s head as he falls, banging him into the ground with a modified DDT!! Miller pops back up, taking a few staggering steps, before he falls once again, knocked senseless from the impact.*
Markson: Both men taking damaging hits early on, as this hardcore brawl is living up to its billing!
Napier: C’mon, Bam! Take that guy out! Bury him like he deserves!
Markson: Remember, Napier, we talked about being less biased tonight…
Napier: No, I talked about YOU being less biased! My commentary is perfect! Knock him out, Bam!
*Progress has still been getting made, as both wrestlers continue to work towards the burial site. Tact is in charge still, dragging Miller along the edge of the fencing still standing. He then grabs Miller by the head, banging it into the edge of the concrete!! But Miller straightens up, immediately grabbing Tact by the head and doing the same thing! Tact responds, slamming Miller down, and Miller answers with another smash to Tact! Both men then stare at each other, before both drop to their knees, looking dazed from the hits.*
*Miller is the first to recover, pulling himself up, although he’s now got a small stream of blood coming from a cut on his forehead. He wipes it away, seeing the blood, and seems to get more fired up. As Tact rises to join him, Miller grabs hold of him, shoving Tact into the fencing and grinding him back and forth, as if trying to use it as a cheese grater!! Tact finally shoves Miller off of him, staggering, but he’s now bleeding from his head as well, possibly from multiple places. This doesn’t stop Tact from tackling Miller, with the two men falling to the ground, rolling as they swing at each other.*
Markson: I think the sight of their own blood is firing up BOTH men!
Napier: It’s a warrior’s phenomenon. There’s something about seeing red that really energizes a fighting type like these two.
Markson: What would you do if you saw your blood streaming down your face?
Napier: Scream, maybe? Bleeding isn't for me…
*The two competitors have now reached close to the edge of the speedway, with Tact now in control. He drags Miller to the side, where a built-in gap is set up between the speedway and the inner section, probably to better assist with quick medical aid after a major crash. Tact is more interested in the crash at this point, as he picks up Miller and bodily throws him through the gap, causing Miller to do a spin where his legs smacked against the fencing. He drops to the ground, hurting, as a smug Tact moves up next to him, pulling him up while looking towards the nearby loader, full of bricks and waiting to be triggered.*
*This brief distraction works against Tact, though, as Miller suddenly responds, lashing out with a low blow!! Tact’s eyes go wide as he falls sideways, groaning in agony from the strike, even as Miller gets back to his feet, clearing some blood from his sightlines. Despite everything so far, Miller seems to be enjoying himself, as he staggers to the side, where something lies covered in a large sheet. He yanks at it, pulling the sheet away, revealing the crazy structure lying underneath!*
Markson: What on earth??
Napier: What is that? Is that… a table?
Markson: It’s built like a table… but I think it’s mostly made of bricks, Nick!
Napier: That’s not something you’d ever see in MY living room, Mark! It’s too ugly! But then, it’s not built for beauty, is it?
*Miller pats the top of the brick table reverently, grinning as he thinks what he’s about to do with it. He moves off to where Tact is trying to stand, still hurting from the low blow. Miller lands a few more stiff punches, weakening Tact, before dragging him over towards the table, getting him next to it. Miller then sets Tact up into a powerbomb position, looking over at the table again before working to lift Tact up…*
*But Tact blocks it! Miller tries again, but Tact still keeps himself down. Tact then lifts up, reversing it, and sending Miller flipping over him!! Thanks to the angle Miller chose, he doesn’t hit the table, instead crashing down to the ground next to it, but it’s still not a soft landing. He starts to get up, but Tact is there, picking Miller up and delivering a modified spinebuster on the turf of the Bristol Motor Speedway!! As Miller is down, arching his back from the blow, Tact pulls himself up, looking back over at the bricked table, a slow grin spreading across his face.*
Napier: Uh oh…
Markson: Larry’s about to make Bam regret ever putting that table together!!
Napier: Hold on, Larry! That’s not yours! Don’t mess with someone else’s property!
*Tact can’t hear Napier, not that he’d listen to him anyway. He has pulled Miller up, dragging him over near the table, taunting him by making him face the bricks while he yells about how he’s on a higher level than Miller will ever reach. He then says that this is for Miller’s own good, before dragging Miller onto the table, climbing up with him. He lifts Miller onto his shoulders into a torture rack, beginning to set up the Tactilizer!!! After holding Miller for a few seconds in the agonizing hold, Tact lifts up…*
*... And Miller readjusts in mid-air, pulling free and landing on his feet! Before a surprised Tact can do anything, Miller kicks him low once more, bending Tact over!! Miller then locks Tact into place with a double underhook, lifting him up into a piledriver position, before dropping into a sit-down piledriver, crashing BOTH men through the bricked table!!!! Debris goes everywhere, as the crowd roars, always enjoying an epic wrestling spot. Miller is still slumped on one of the edges, breathing heavily, even as Tact is laying motionless in front of him.*
Markson: Oh my god!!
Napier: Yes!! Tact’s buried in bricks!! Bam wins!!
Markson: That’s not how this works, Nick! He’s got to be in the grave!
Napier: He’s in a Buried Alive Bricks match and he’s laying under brick debris, basically buried!! Where’s the lie??
Markson: … There’s maybe ONE piece of brick on top of him! The rest is what he landed on!
Napier: … One still counts…
*As the fans are still riled up, wanting to see more, Miller struggles to his feet, his back killing him from the landing. Of course, Tact is far worse off, so Miller grabs him by the arm, beginning to drag him towards the hole in the ground. He works to get Tact there, slowly pulling him along, all the while telling Tact that he never forgot, and this was what was meant to happen. They get to the grave, with Miller rolling the barely conscious Tact into the grave, causing him to disappear from sight. Miller then poses over him, dusting off his shoulder, as the crowd boos seeing their favorite falling in.*
*As Miller turns to leave, though, pointing out at the audience nearby as if to tell them to acknowledge who’s better, a hand comes flying out of the grave, grabbing hold of Miller’s ankle! Bam turns, startled, looking down as if seeing a ghost. A crimson-masked Larry Tact glares up with him, shaking his head, saying this one’s not over. He then drags Miller towards him, with Miller struggling to stop his momentum. He can’t do it, as Miller’s pulled into the grave with Tact! The two men start slugging it out once again, with some desperation involved now due to their current location.*
Markson: It’s still anyone’s match to win, as Larry Tact is refusing to stay down!!
Napier: Just as a rhetorical thought, what if someone released the loader’s contents right now, sending the bricks onto BOTH men? That’d be wild, right?
Markson: Don’t even THINK of leaving your seat, Napier…
*Tact has Miller by the head, trying to bang it inside of the grave, but Miller blocks it, then scores an elbow, knocking Tact off of him. He then turns and throws a haymaker, knocking Tact back to the other side, before reaching up and working to pull himself out of the grave, intent on hitting that loader switch. But Tact stops him, grabbing him from behind, and quickly sweeps the already-raised Miller onto his shoulders… before dropping him into the grave with the Tactilizer!!!*
*The crowd explodes, knowing the move could be a match-ender, although neither man appears for a few seconds after the move landed. Finally, Tact appears, dragging himself painfully up as he forces his way out of the grave, rolling onto his back, gasping. He pulls himself up, knowing that he’s not done, so he half-crawls towards the loader, trying to get to the outside handle. He pulls himself up, reaching out, but the crowd reacts to something, catching his attention. Tact turns, seeing that Miller’s up, achingly pulling himself free of the grave! Tact shakes his head, showing a slight smirk of appreciation that Miller survived before the bricks could be dropped, before using the loader to get to his feet.*
Markson: That was almost it, but Bam managed to survive! You have to admire the man’s tenacity!
Napier: Wooo! You’re going to have to kill him to keep him down, Larry, and I don’t think you can do it! Let’s go, Bam! End this!
*As Miller crawls away from the grave, trying to put distance from it on pure instinct, Tact walks over to the loader and reaches inside, pulling out a single brick. He tests its weight for a second, nodding, before slowly heading over to where Miller is still dragging himself away. Tact comes up behind Miller, raising the brick over his head, ready to bring it down onto Miller’s spine! But at the last second, Miller suddenly kicks out with his left leg, catching Tact in the knee! Tact falls to the side, the brick landing harmlessly on the turf instead of on its intended target.*
*Tact struggles to get up, cursing, as his knee is seriously hurting him at the moment. He manages to get there, looking over at Miller, who’s trying to stand, facing away from him. Angry, Tact shakes his leg to get the blood circulating again, and then steps forward, reaching down to pick up the brick, still wanting to use it. But as Tact leans over, Miller suddenly pulls out another hidden item, yanking it from a covered display and spinning, bringing it crashing down onto Tact’s back, sending brick debris flying in every direction!!! Tact collapses, with Miller dropping right next to him, having used all his energy for the moment on that swing!*
Markson: Was that… was that a CHAIR MADE OF BRICKS???
Napier: I swear, if we see a ladder next, I’m out of here. This isn’t what I signed up for.
Markson: Love him or hate him, you have to admit that Bam Miller came prepared for this one!
*With Tact badly hurting, unable to get up, Miller gets to his feet next to him. He stomps on Tact’s back a few more times, working to do some more damage, before grabbing hold of Tact and dragging him by the feet towards the grave. Tact is reaching out in every direction, trying to grab anything that might save him, including the turf, but nothing is stopping him. Miller keeps yanking him along, getting right to the edge of the grave. He tells Tact that it’s over, yelling at him to get up. Tact struggles to comply, achingly lifting himself up, as Miller signals that it’s Miller Time!*
*As Tact turns his way, Miller goes for the boot to the stomach… but Tact knocks it away, throwing Miller off-balance. He then rears back, using the brick he managed to pick back up off the ground and smashing it into Miller’s skull!!! Miller slumps to a knee, looking completely dazed from that impact, but to his credit, he tries to shake it off, working to stand. But Tact is ready for him, picking up Miller and delivering the Star Power!!!! The impact sends Miller rolling to the side… into the grave!*
Markson: It’s over! There’s no way Bam can escape from there!
Napier: Someone, anyone, get out here and stop Tact from touching that loader! He doesn’t even have a license to operate it!!
Markson: … Seriously?
*The crowd is roaring as Tact pulls himself over to the loader, grabbing hold of the handle. He looks back at the grave, likely able to see down inside of it, and he nods as if showing a tiny bit of respect to a fallen foe. He then pulls the lever without remorse, causing the loader to send the pile of bricks falling into the grave!!! A massive cloud of dust rises up, but when it finally settles down, all we can see in the grave are bricks. There’s no sign of Bam Miller anywhere. Tact wearily collapses against the loader, taking a seat, as the referee, who’s wisely stayed near the ring throughout all of this one, signals for the bell to ring.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… LARRY TACT!!
Markson: What a victory for Tact tonight! You can wipe any shred of doubt from your mind, this is a man who’s set to return to the top of TPW!
Napier: Not if the Cabal has anything to say about it!
Markson: Well, first, Vaughn’s got to retain here tonight, and that’s a pretty tall order given the odds against him. But no matter who walks out the International Champion, you can bet that Larry Tact will be coming for his rematch!
*Medics come in to check on Tact, working to clear his face so that they can stanch the flow of blood. Other men move in, apparently to start working on clearing away the bricks, although it isn’t going to be an easy process. We cut away from the action.*
Napier: Just as a rhetorical thought, what if someone released the loader’s contents right now, sending the bricks onto BOTH men? That’d be wild, right?
Markson: Don’t even THINK of leaving your seat, Napier…
*Tact has Miller by the head, trying to bang it inside of the grave, but Miller blocks it, then scores an elbow, knocking Tact off of him. He then turns and throws a haymaker, knocking Tact back to the other side, before reaching up and working to pull himself out of the grave, intent on hitting that loader switch. But Tact stops him, grabbing him from behind, and quickly sweeps the already-raised Miller onto his shoulders… before dropping him into the grave with the Tactilizer!!!*
*The crowd explodes, knowing the move could be a match-ender, although neither man appears for a few seconds after the move landed. Finally, Tact appears, dragging himself painfully up as he forces his way out of the grave, rolling onto his back, gasping. He pulls himself up, knowing that he’s not done, so he half-crawls towards the loader, trying to get to the outside handle. He pulls himself up, reaching out, but the crowd reacts to something, catching his attention. Tact turns, seeing that Miller’s up, achingly pulling himself free of the grave! Tact shakes his head, showing a slight smirk of appreciation that Miller survived before the bricks could be dropped, before using the loader to get to his feet.*
Markson: That was almost it, but Bam managed to survive! You have to admire the man’s tenacity!
Napier: Wooo! You’re going to have to kill him to keep him down, Larry, and I don’t think you can do it! Let’s go, Bam! End this!
*As Miller crawls away from the grave, trying to put distance from it on pure instinct, Tact walks over to the loader and reaches inside, pulling out a single brick. He tests its weight for a second, nodding, before slowly heading over to where Miller is still dragging himself away. Tact comes up behind Miller, raising the brick over his head, ready to bring it down onto Miller’s spine! But at the last second, Miller suddenly kicks out with his left leg, catching Tact in the knee! Tact falls to the side, the brick landing harmlessly on the turf instead of on its intended target.*
*Tact struggles to get up, cursing, as his knee is seriously hurting him at the moment. He manages to get there, looking over at Miller, who’s trying to stand, facing away from him. Angry, Tact shakes his leg to get the blood circulating again, and then steps forward, reaching down to pick up the brick, still wanting to use it. But as Tact leans over, Miller suddenly pulls out another hidden item, yanking it from a covered display and spinning, bringing it crashing down onto Tact’s back, sending brick debris flying in every direction!!! Tact collapses, with Miller dropping right next to him, having used all his energy for the moment on that swing!*
Markson: Was that… was that a CHAIR MADE OF BRICKS???
Napier: I swear, if we see a ladder next, I’m out of here. This isn’t what I signed up for.
Markson: Love him or hate him, you have to admit that Bam Miller came prepared for this one!
*With Tact badly hurting, unable to get up, Miller gets to his feet next to him. He stomps on Tact’s back a few more times, working to do some more damage, before grabbing hold of Tact and dragging him by the feet towards the grave. Tact is reaching out in every direction, trying to grab anything that might save him, including the turf, but nothing is stopping him. Miller keeps yanking him along, getting right to the edge of the grave. He tells Tact that it’s over, yelling at him to get up. Tact struggles to comply, achingly lifting himself up, as Miller signals that it’s Miller Time!*
*As Tact turns his way, Miller goes for the boot to the stomach… but Tact knocks it away, throwing Miller off-balance. He then rears back, using the brick he managed to pick back up off the ground and smashing it into Miller’s skull!!! Miller slumps to a knee, looking completely dazed from that impact, but to his credit, he tries to shake it off, working to stand. But Tact is ready for him, picking up Miller and delivering the Star Power!!!! The impact sends Miller rolling to the side… into the grave!*
Markson: It’s over! There’s no way Bam can escape from there!
Napier: Someone, anyone, get out here and stop Tact from touching that loader! He doesn’t even have a license to operate it!!
Markson: … Seriously?
*The crowd is roaring as Tact pulls himself over to the loader, grabbing hold of the handle. He looks back at the grave, likely able to see down inside of it, and he nods as if showing a tiny bit of respect to a fallen foe. He then pulls the lever without remorse, causing the loader to send the pile of bricks falling into the grave!!! A massive cloud of dust rises up, but when it finally settles down, all we can see in the grave are bricks. There’s no sign of Bam Miller anywhere. Tact wearily collapses against the loader, taking a seat, as the referee, who’s wisely stayed near the ring throughout all of this one, signals for the bell to ring.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… LARRY TACT!!
Markson: What a victory for Tact tonight! You can wipe any shred of doubt from your mind, this is a man who’s set to return to the top of TPW!
Napier: Not if the Cabal has anything to say about it!
Markson: Well, first, Vaughn’s got to retain here tonight, and that’s a pretty tall order given the odds against him. But no matter who walks out the International Champion, you can bet that Larry Tact will be coming for his rematch!
*Medics come in to check on Tact, working to clear his face so that they can stanch the flow of blood. Other men move in, apparently to start working on clearing away the bricks, although it isn’t going to be an easy process. We cut away from the action.*
*The shot cuts up to a private luxury box and to the face of a shocked and concerned Alexander Marshall. His eyes are wide and his bottom line quivers as he mutters slowly, "Wha… What do you mean?"
The shot pans back to show Alexander standing in the luxury suite of the head of the TPW Board of Investors Simon Rothschild. Simon looks down into his glass of Scotch on the rocks and shakes his head as he slowly swirls the ice cubes in his glass. *
Simon Rothschild: I'm telling you that as of the end of tonight, there is a new owner of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and the board is being dissolved.
*Alexander takes the glass from Simon's hand and falls onto a chair that sits next to him. Alexander downs the drink, ice cubes and all with one gulp. Alexander shakes his head still in shock. *
Alexander Marshall: Who? How? We had an agreement Simon.
*Alexander jumps to his feet, almost bumping chest with Simon. Alexander's shock turned to anger, his confusion turned to rage. *
Alexander Marshall: You told me there was no way my brother could legally get control of the company back. You told me you wouldn't sell your shares if I burned those photos. YOU MADE ME GUARANTEES!
*Simon takes a step back and holds his hands up. *
Simon Rothschild: And I upheld my end of the arrangement. I don't know what happened. No one knows what happened. It's like we woke up and all the shares were gone and Thunder Pro was under the ownership of some LLC called Working Man Entertainment. Almost as if it happened supernaturally.
Alexander Marshall: WHAT!?! THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUDGEING SENSE!
Simon Rothschild: Believe me I know. The board filed injunctions and have had our attorneys fighting in court, but it's been useless. The new ownership is rock solid and waterproof.
It's almost like someone just went back and time and bought TPW before it ever really existed as a corporation.
Alexander Marshall: Son of a…
*As a waiter with a tray of champagne glasses walks by Alexander grabs two glass and downs them both as the scene fades from his terrified face to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
The shot pans back to show Alexander standing in the luxury suite of the head of the TPW Board of Investors Simon Rothschild. Simon looks down into his glass of Scotch on the rocks and shakes his head as he slowly swirls the ice cubes in his glass. *
Simon Rothschild: I'm telling you that as of the end of tonight, there is a new owner of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and the board is being dissolved.
*Alexander takes the glass from Simon's hand and falls onto a chair that sits next to him. Alexander downs the drink, ice cubes and all with one gulp. Alexander shakes his head still in shock. *
Alexander Marshall: Who? How? We had an agreement Simon.
*Alexander jumps to his feet, almost bumping chest with Simon. Alexander's shock turned to anger, his confusion turned to rage. *
Alexander Marshall: You told me there was no way my brother could legally get control of the company back. You told me you wouldn't sell your shares if I burned those photos. YOU MADE ME GUARANTEES!
*Simon takes a step back and holds his hands up. *
Simon Rothschild: And I upheld my end of the arrangement. I don't know what happened. No one knows what happened. It's like we woke up and all the shares were gone and Thunder Pro was under the ownership of some LLC called Working Man Entertainment. Almost as if it happened supernaturally.
Alexander Marshall: WHAT!?! THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUDGEING SENSE!
Simon Rothschild: Believe me I know. The board filed injunctions and have had our attorneys fighting in court, but it's been useless. The new ownership is rock solid and waterproof.
It's almost like someone just went back and time and bought TPW before it ever really existed as a corporation.
Alexander Marshall: Son of a…
*As a waiter with a tray of champagne glasses walks by Alexander grabs two glass and downs them both as the scene fades from his terrified face to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is the the DUOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, THE CHALLENGERS! Hailing from NOT MEXICO, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 400lbs, they are the S.E.X Cup 2023 champions, this is Hector and Victor... THE MALVADOS!!!
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play loudly across the motor speedway and the crowd pops hugely for the villains they “love to hate to love”. Sounds of engines being revved up are heard from behind the Terry-Tron and the crowd looks on, cameras ready, with anticipation of The Malvado’s race cars sponsored by Tapatio Hot Sauce and Dos Equis (XX) Beer. But to their surprise, it isn’t racecars that come out but a single, big ass monster truck! The truck is half blue and half green, spray painted like graffiti and the hood has the name “La Camila III” written on it. The roof top has a drawing of The Malvados holding their S.E.X. Cup trophy. On the sides, at the doors you do see the sponsors logo so that should give The Marshalls piece of mind that the cash is still rolling in. Painted on the bed of the truck are the names of all teams The Malvados have beaten over the past year... The monster truck comes to a stop right before the entrance and revs its engine again, causing fire to shoot out from the multiple upright exhaust pipes. The fans nearby kind of back up, because even though they are far enough from the truck, and shielded by the row of cars and guard rails, they can still feel the heat. *
Markson: The Malvados are known for their special entrances but this one might take the cake Napier!
Napier: Yeah but I’m getting a little worried… You do know what the purpose of a monster truck is, don’t you?
Markson: Oh God! Don’t tell me?!
*Sure enough, the monster truck begins backing up, and instead of lining up to drive down the entrance, it now lines up in front of the line of cars lining up the entrance! Security tell everyone to back away just in case and they get out of the way themselves as they hear the engine of the monster truck explode with power, moving fast towards the cars, crushing the first one and then bouncing it’s way up and down the rest until it comes to a full stop right in front of the ring. Everyone around the ring area had gotten to safety, fearing the worst. The Malvados now pop their heads out of each window and wave to the crowd who are absolutely loving the mayhem. The Malvados hold their finger up and begin pumping it. *
Markson: Are they… are they saying “one more time?!”
Napier: Yes, and listen to the fans! They want it!
*The Malvados give the thumbs up and get back inside, then do a U-turn, right into the other row of cars and proceed to crush them! The crowd is absolutely loving it, watching the truck bounce up and down the line of racecars, with mild explosions happening and lots of smoke… But TPW officials are probably sweating bullets, hoping no one gets run over or get hit with flying debries. The truck is back at the entrance now and does another U-turn before coming to a complete stop and shooting fire up again. The Malvados slide out the windows this time, climbing onto the rooftop of the truck and raising their arms, another huge pop.*
Markson: Thank God that’s over… I was really worried for a minute.
Napier: What a pussy…
*The Malvados find a way to get down from the truck and now at the entrance, they are joined by Paco dressed in his usual gear and Vanessa wearing a gorgeous golden evening gown. They help the Malvados take off their Nascar-like suits to reveal their wrestling gear, which tonight is all white with gold logos of their sponsors, same with the masks, with the spirals being golden. Once at ringside, one of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Vanessa does her usual walk around the ring while Paco goes to fetch his usual beer. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and racing their arms, enjoying all the adoration they are receiving from the Thundermaniacs. Once they have their fill, they hop down and head to their corner to get ready for the match. *
Steve Cotton: AND INTRODUCING THEIR OPPONENT! Both hailing from the UK, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 255lbs, THEY ARE THE CURRENT DUOS CHAMPIONS! ALESSIA ANGELO AND AVA ARTHUR.... THIS IS.... LIGHTS OUUUUUTTTTT!!!
*Darkness, all around the speedway. Only the top of the stage is bathed in a harsh white light, but the fog rolling in from either side means the crowd can barely make out two figures emerging from the back, to silence.
Then, after a few moments of quiet waiting… the two figures lift their arms, and the golden TPW tag belts stand out from the fog. Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo step forward, roaring in triumph and rage and eagerness to fight as the first few notes of their music hit. Not that it’s audible, because the cheers ringing out around the stands are loud enough to swallow up any background noise. It’s only then that we notice the gleaming gold chest armour they’re wearing, ornately carved and muscular.
Ava smirks and fist bumps Alessia, then leads them down, one hand holding the tag belt aloft, the other pounding into her armour, the noise ringing out. Alessia smiles behind her, slinging her bet over her shoulder.
Then, after a few moments of quiet waiting… the two figures lift their arms, and the golden TPW tag belts stand out from the fog. Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo step forward, roaring in triumph and rage and eagerness to fight as the first few notes of their music hit. Not that it’s audible, because the cheers ringing out around the stands are loud enough to swallow up any background noise. It’s only then that we notice the gleaming gold chest armour they’re wearing, ornately carved and muscular.
Ava smirks and fist bumps Alessia, then leads them down, one hand holding the tag belt aloft, the other pounding into her armour, the noise ringing out. Alessia smiles behind her, slinging her bet over her shoulder.
Reaching the ring, Ava and Alessia pause at the base of the ramp. Together they unbuckle their armour, leaving it in the hands of nearby ring crew… then Ava leaps forwards and slides under the ropes! Alessia, as ever, just takes the stairs.
They stand in the ring for a couple more moments, soaking in the crowd’s adulation… then, with a stretch and a few practice punches thrown, head to their corner. *
Markson: I am so hyped for this rematch, as are all the Thunderamaniacs.
Napier: I'm so hyped to see Ava Artur lose twice in one night.
*The bell sounds as Hector starts off for the Mavados while Ava Arthur starts off for the defending Champions. Hector and Ava circle each other and look to lock up but it’s Hector who thumbs Ava in the eye to boos from the crowd. Hector lands several forearm shots to the side of Ava’s ahead as he drives her back into the ropes and shoots her across the ring, Ava bounces off the ropes where she baseball slides between the legs of Hector and pops back up to her feet where she snaps Hector over with an arm drag before transitioning into a armbar. The referee asks Hector to surrender but we see Hector starting to work his way back up to his feet where he counters with a standing side switch to Arthur, transitions into a side headlock, and snaps Ava over to the mat with a side headlock take over that sees Ava’s shoulders hit the mat.
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Ava gets the shoulder off the mat. Hector cranks on the side headlock while referee Beard asks Ava to surrender. Ava shakes off the referee and starts working her way to one knee. Ava hammers with several forearms to the ribs of Hector breaking the hold and is able to step up to her feet where she ducks a lariat attempt and catches Hector with a standing dropkick that sends him back into a neutral corner. *
Markson: The Malvados tried to grab the early advantage with a thumb to the eye, but Ava Arthur is back on top.
Napier: She’ll be on her back soon enough, both here and in the main event.
*Ava rushes toward the corner looking for a diving shoulder block. Hector side stands and sends Ava sailing through the top and middle ropes smashing her right shoulder off the ring post with the momentum that sends her through the ropes and tumbling down to the floor. Hector quickly turns toward Angelo and taunts her into the ring. Victor drops down to the floor and picks Ava up, twists her right arm behind her back and sends her into the ring post a second time before climbing up on the apron just as the referee gets Angelo back out to the apron and spins around to see Ava on the floor clutching her right arm and shoulder. The referee starts laying the count to Ava. *
Markson: Oh no, Ava Arthur’s arm seems to have been badly injured there.
Napier: And of course the Malvados are going to target that hurt arm.
*Angelo drops down to the floor and comes around the ring to check on her partner and help her get back to her feet. Ava rolls back into the ring where Hector is right there to stomp away at the right shoulder. He picks her up off the mat and delivers an armbar DDT. Hector quickly makes the cover.
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Ava gets the shoulder off the mat. Hector cranks on the side headlock while referee Beard asks Ava to surrender. Ava shakes off the referee and starts working her way to one knee. Ava hammers with several forearms to the ribs of Hector breaking the hold and is able to step up to her feet where she ducks a lariat attempt and catches Hector with a standing dropkick that sends him back into a neutral corner. *
Markson: The Malvados tried to grab the early advantage with a thumb to the eye, but Ava Arthur is back on top.
Napier: She’ll be on her back soon enough, both here and in the main event.
*Ava rushes toward the corner looking for a diving shoulder block. Hector side stands and sends Ava sailing through the top and middle ropes smashing her right shoulder off the ring post with the momentum that sends her through the ropes and tumbling down to the floor. Hector quickly turns toward Angelo and taunts her into the ring. Victor drops down to the floor and picks Ava up, twists her right arm behind her back and sends her into the ring post a second time before climbing up on the apron just as the referee gets Angelo back out to the apron and spins around to see Ava on the floor clutching her right arm and shoulder. The referee starts laying the count to Ava. *
Markson: Oh no, Ava Arthur’s arm seems to have been badly injured there.
Napier: And of course the Malvados are going to target that hurt arm.
*Angelo drops down to the floor and comes around the ring to check on her partner and help her get back to her feet. Ava rolls back into the ring where Hector is right there to stomp away at the right shoulder. He picks her up off the mat and delivers an armbar DDT. Hector quickly makes the cover.
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Ava escapes with a kickout. Hector gets back to his feet he picks Ava up off the mat, twists her right arm, and yanks her toward his corner where Victor tags in. Victor scales the turnbuckles up to the top rope and leaps off with a double ax handle to the twisted arm and shoulder. *
Markson: The Malvados tagging in and out, true tag team specialist. Like you said Nick, they are really focusing on that arm.
Napier: If Ava thinks the Malvados are hurting her poor arm, just wait until Peter Vaughn gets a hold of her.
*Ava staggers back into a neutral corner and we see Victor charge in looking to a body splash. Ava sidesteps and Victor crashes sternum first into the buckles! Ava does a forward roll toward her corner and makes the tag to Angelo! Angelo slips into the ring coming up behind Victor locking in a back waist lock and delivers a German Release Suplex! Angelo pops back up to her feet and turns where she blasts Hector off the ring apron! Victor gets back to his feet where he’s taken down with a single-leg takedown that is quickly transitioned into a single-leg Crab! The referee slides into position asking Victor to surrender which he refuses. Hector slides into the ring getting to his feet where he lands a Mafia kick to Angelo breaking the hold before being forced out to the ring apron while the crowd boos intently. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo came in like a house of fire.
Napier: Yeah, but the Malvados have extinguished that flame already.
*Victor starts getting back to his feet where he picks Angelo up off the mat and locks in a front face lock. Victor snaps off a Suplex, he pops and twists his hips picking himself and Angelo up where a second suplex is delivered, rinse and repeat to get a Three Amigos. Victor is back to his feet where he tags Hector back in. Angelo is picked up by Victor who shoots her across the ring and into the ropes, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into a back body drop by Victor into Hector who catches her and drives her into the mat with a Powerbomb!
Victor escapes to the apron as Hector drops down into a cover looking to capture the Duo’s titles.
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Ava escapes with a kickout. Hector gets back to his feet he picks Ava up off the mat, twists her right arm, and yanks her toward his corner where Victor tags in. Victor scales the turnbuckles up to the top rope and leaps off with a double ax handle to the twisted arm and shoulder. *
Markson: The Malvados tagging in and out, true tag team specialist. Like you said Nick, they are really focusing on that arm.
Napier: If Ava thinks the Malvados are hurting her poor arm, just wait until Peter Vaughn gets a hold of her.
*Ava staggers back into a neutral corner and we see Victor charge in looking to a body splash. Ava sidesteps and Victor crashes sternum first into the buckles! Ava does a forward roll toward her corner and makes the tag to Angelo! Angelo slips into the ring coming up behind Victor locking in a back waist lock and delivers a German Release Suplex! Angelo pops back up to her feet and turns where she blasts Hector off the ring apron! Victor gets back to his feet where he’s taken down with a single-leg takedown that is quickly transitioned into a single-leg Crab! The referee slides into position asking Victor to surrender which he refuses. Hector slides into the ring getting to his feet where he lands a Mafia kick to Angelo breaking the hold before being forced out to the ring apron while the crowd boos intently. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo came in like a house of fire.
Napier: Yeah, but the Malvados have extinguished that flame already.
*Victor starts getting back to his feet where he picks Angelo up off the mat and locks in a front face lock. Victor snaps off a Suplex, he pops and twists his hips picking himself and Angelo up where a second suplex is delivered, rinse and repeat to get a Three Amigos. Victor is back to his feet where he tags Hector back in. Angelo is picked up by Victor who shoots her across the ring and into the ropes, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into a back body drop by Victor into Hector who catches her and drives her into the mat with a Powerbomb!
Victor escapes to the apron as Hector drops down into a cover looking to capture the Duo’s titles.
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Angelo pops a shoulder off the mat! *
Markson: Big kickout by Alessia Angelo, she is proving to be just as tough as her younger tag team partner.
Napier: Alessia is the weak link of this team I’ve been telling you that, and she is going to prove it tonight when she lets Ava down.
*Hector gets to his feet where he starts stomping away at Angelo before picking her up off the mat where he rocks her with a European Uppercut that takes Angelo back into the ropes. Hector shoots her across the ring with an Irish Whip, Angelo bounces off the ropes and catches Hector with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Angelo rolls over making a cover.
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Angelo pops a shoulder off the mat! *
Markson: Big kickout by Alessia Angelo, she is proving to be just as tough as her younger tag team partner.
Napier: Alessia is the weak link of this team I’ve been telling you that, and she is going to prove it tonight when she lets Ava down.
*Hector gets to his feet where he starts stomping away at Angelo before picking her up off the mat where he rocks her with a European Uppercut that takes Angelo back into the ropes. Hector shoots her across the ring with an Irish Whip, Angelo bounces off the ropes and catches Hector with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Angelo rolls over making a cover.
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Hector escapes with a kick out. Angelo starts working her way back to her feet where she picks Hector up and drives him back into the Lights Out corner with a shoulder block. Angelo lays several shoulder blocks to the midsection before Ava makes the blind tag. Ava steps into the ring. Angelo fires Hector into the ropes, Hector bounces off the nearside and into a drop toe hold by Angleo for Ava to lands a running knee drop across the back of the neck!
Ava rolls over Hector making the cover.
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Hector escapes with a kick out. Angelo starts working her way back to her feet where she picks Hector up and drives him back into the Lights Out corner with a shoulder block. Angelo lays several shoulder blocks to the midsection before Ava makes the blind tag. Ava steps into the ring. Angelo fires Hector into the ropes, Hector bounces off the nearside and into a drop toe hold by Angleo for Ava to lands a running knee drop across the back of the neck!
Ava rolls over Hector making the cover.
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Kick out by Hector. *
Napier: It’s going to take more than that to put one of the Malvados away Ava. And a WHOLE LOT MORE than that to put Peter Vaughn away.
Markson: Don’t worry, Ava Arthur has a lot of weapons in her arsonel.
*Ava starts getting back to her feet where she picks Hector up and rocks him with a forearm smash, followed by a second and then a third before shooting Hector across the ring, Hector bounces off the opes ducking under an Ava lariat. Ava spins around where she’s met with a superkick to the right shoulder! Hector follows up with a Superkick to the right knee knocking it out from under Ava dropping her to one knee for Hector to land a third Superkick to the right shoulder knocking Ava backward to the mat. Hector wastes no time in picking Ava back up off the mat where he scoops her up and lands a shoulder breaker!
Another cover by Hector.
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Kick out by Hector. *
Napier: It’s going to take more than that to put one of the Malvados away Ava. And a WHOLE LOT MORE than that to put Peter Vaughn away.
Markson: Don’t worry, Ava Arthur has a lot of weapons in her arsonel.
*Ava starts getting back to her feet where she picks Hector up and rocks him with a forearm smash, followed by a second and then a third before shooting Hector across the ring, Hector bounces off the opes ducking under an Ava lariat. Ava spins around where she’s met with a superkick to the right shoulder! Hector follows up with a Superkick to the right knee knocking it out from under Ava dropping her to one knee for Hector to land a third Superkick to the right shoulder knocking Ava backward to the mat. Hector wastes no time in picking Ava back up off the mat where he scoops her up and lands a shoulder breaker!
Another cover by Hector.
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Ava escapes with a kickout. *
Napier: Maybe I was wrong. May Ava Arthur is the weak link in this team.
Markson: What are you talking about? There is no weak link in Lights Out.
*Hector tags Victor back into the ring before picking Ava up off the mat where another Superkick is delivered to her right arm and shoulder that sends her backward into Victor who lands a German Suplex with a Bridge.
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Ava escapes with a kickout. *
Napier: Maybe I was wrong. May Ava Arthur is the weak link in this team.
Markson: What are you talking about? There is no weak link in Lights Out.
*Hector tags Victor back into the ring before picking Ava up off the mat where another Superkick is delivered to her right arm and shoulder that sends her backward into Victor who lands a German Suplex with a Bridge.
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Angelo makes the save at the final second as she breaks the cover. She’s admonished by referee Beard before making her way back out to the ring apron. Victor works his way back to his feet where he picks Ava up and twists the right arm and shoulder. Victor yanks the arm and shoulder in an attempt to separate it. Victor transitions into a scoop slam attempt that sees Ava slide down the back of Victor! Victory spins around to receive a series of shin kicks from Ava! Victor swings wildly, and Ava ducks and lands a spin kick to the gut that doubles Victor over for Ava to land a desperation DDT!
Ava makes the cover!
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Victor escapes with a kick out to a massive gasp from the crowd. *
Markson: BIG KICKOUT! I thought Ava Arthur had him there.
Napier: No way, no how, not today.
*Ava begin crawling toward her corner to tag Angelo, but Victor rolls over and grabs Ava by the ankle. Ava looks back and kicks Victor in the face breaking his hold on her. Ava then dives toward her corner, reaching out to tag Angelo. As Ava is about to tag Angelo, but as she does Vanessa Jimenez pulls Angelo off the apron to the floor. Ava lands on her face in th corner, and as she pushes herself up to her knees wondering what has happened Victor delivers a drop kick to her back, sending Ava’s face snapping forward into the middle turnbuckle.
Angelo makes the save at the final second as she breaks the cover. She’s admonished by referee Beard before making her way back out to the ring apron. Victor works his way back to his feet where he picks Ava up and twists the right arm and shoulder. Victor yanks the arm and shoulder in an attempt to separate it. Victor transitions into a scoop slam attempt that sees Ava slide down the back of Victor! Victory spins around to receive a series of shin kicks from Ava! Victor swings wildly, and Ava ducks and lands a spin kick to the gut that doubles Victor over for Ava to land a desperation DDT!
Ava makes the cover!
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Victor escapes with a kick out to a massive gasp from the crowd. *
Markson: BIG KICKOUT! I thought Ava Arthur had him there.
Napier: No way, no how, not today.
*Ava begin crawling toward her corner to tag Angelo, but Victor rolls over and grabs Ava by the ankle. Ava looks back and kicks Victor in the face breaking his hold on her. Ava then dives toward her corner, reaching out to tag Angelo. As Ava is about to tag Angelo, but as she does Vanessa Jimenez pulls Angelo off the apron to the floor. Ava lands on her face in th corner, and as she pushes herself up to her knees wondering what has happened Victor delivers a drop kick to her back, sending Ava’s face snapping forward into the middle turnbuckle.
Angelo looks into the ring to see what happened to her partner and sees red. Angelo sees Vanessa trying to run away, but Angelo gives chase and grabs Vanessa by the hair. Angelo spins Vanessa around to face her, and as she does Vanessa goes for a right hook. Angelo ducks the hook and dumps Vanessa with an exploder suplex on the floor, bring the crowd to their feet. *
Napier: COME ON! Vanessa Jimenez is a manager/vaelt/social media manger, not a wrestler.
Markson: Then she shouldn't have got involved in the match.
*Ref Beard leans through the ropes telling Angelo to get back to her corner, allowing Hector to jump into the ring undetected. Hector and Victor grab Ava, and double bodyslam her. The Brothers then deliver the Super Loco Elbows (Taiji Ishimori Superstar Elbow done in tandem). Victor rolls out of the ring while Hector makes the pin as Ref beard turns around. *
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Napier: COME ON! Vanessa Jimenez is a manager/vaelt/social media manger, not a wrestler.
Markson: Then she shouldn't have got involved in the match.
*Ref Beard leans through the ropes telling Angelo to get back to her corner, allowing Hector to jump into the ring undetected. Hector and Victor grab Ava, and double bodyslam her. The Brothers then deliver the Super Loco Elbows (Taiji Ishimori Superstar Elbow done in tandem). Victor rolls out of the ring while Hector makes the pin as Ref beard turns around. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: That move from the Malvados was amazing, but still not enough to put Ava Arthur away.
Napier: Ava is going to use up everything she has here in this match and be nothing but fodder for Peter Vaughn.
*Hector pulls Ava up off of the mat and whips her into his corner where Victor is, but as Ava is heading into the corner she jumps and drop kicks Victor off the mat. As Ava lands, she catches herself and seems to tweak her shoulder a bit. Hector is surprised at what happened and takes a moment of pause, but then charges in. Ava ges to her feet just as Hector leaps with a drop kick, Ava dives out of the way and Hector goes through the top and middle ropes, and lands straddling the middle turnbuckle and hits his chest on the top turnbuckle.
Ava rolls to her corner and tags in Angelo to a huge roar of applause from the crowd. Angelo jump into the ring and runs across, jumping onto Hectors back and dropping him off the turnbuckles with a back stabber. Angelo rolls up to see Victor back on the apron and holding the top rope. Angelo runs into the top rope, grabs it, and snaps it backward slingshotting Victor over the top rope back into the ring. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo is a house of fire.
Markson: That move from the Malvados was amazing, but still not enough to put Ava Arthur away.
Napier: Ava is going to use up everything she has here in this match and be nothing but fodder for Peter Vaughn.
*Hector pulls Ava up off of the mat and whips her into his corner where Victor is, but as Ava is heading into the corner she jumps and drop kicks Victor off the mat. As Ava lands, she catches herself and seems to tweak her shoulder a bit. Hector is surprised at what happened and takes a moment of pause, but then charges in. Ava ges to her feet just as Hector leaps with a drop kick, Ava dives out of the way and Hector goes through the top and middle ropes, and lands straddling the middle turnbuckle and hits his chest on the top turnbuckle.
Ava rolls to her corner and tags in Angelo to a huge roar of applause from the crowd. Angelo jump into the ring and runs across, jumping onto Hectors back and dropping him off the turnbuckles with a back stabber. Angelo rolls up to see Victor back on the apron and holding the top rope. Angelo runs into the top rope, grabs it, and snaps it backward slingshotting Victor over the top rope back into the ring. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo is a house of fire.
Napier: The Malvados extinguished her once, and they will do it again.
*Angelo turns around to see Hector staggering up, and Angelo takes a quick step and delivers a hard side kick to the stomach of Hector doubling him over. Angelo grabs Hector by the head and pulls him between her legs. Angelo lifts Hector up, spins around and powerbombs hector down on top of Victor. Angelo holds onto the legs of Hector and pins both Malvados, but Ref Beard waves it off, saying Hector is the legal man and his shoulders aren’t on the mat.
Angelo pulls Hector off of Victor, and then grabs Victor, pulling him up and throwing him out of the ring. Angelo turns around to see Hector up on all fours and rolls him up with an Oklahoma Roll. *
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*Angelo turns around to see Hector staggering up, and Angelo takes a quick step and delivers a hard side kick to the stomach of Hector doubling him over. Angelo grabs Hector by the head and pulls him between her legs. Angelo lifts Hector up, spins around and powerbombs hector down on top of Victor. Angelo holds onto the legs of Hector and pins both Malvados, but Ref Beard waves it off, saying Hector is the legal man and his shoulders aren’t on the mat.
Angelo pulls Hector off of Victor, and then grabs Victor, pulling him up and throwing him out of the ring. Angelo turns around to see Hector up on all fours and rolls him up with an Oklahoma Roll. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Alessia Angelo almost had Hector Malvado with that Oklahoma Roll into a devastating inside cradle.,
Napier: Alessia doesn’t have the grip strength to hold Hector in an effective inside cradle.
*As Alessia rolls up she tags in Ava. Angelo turns around and grabs Hector as he is getting to his feet. Angelo whips Hector towards Ava, who nails Hector with a jumping knee, that sends Hector staggering backward into a half-nelson suplex from Angelo. Angelo rolls out of the ring while Ava makes the cover.
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Napier: Alessia doesn’t have the grip strength to hold Hector in an effective inside cradle.
*As Alessia rolls up she tags in Ava. Angelo turns around and grabs Hector as he is getting to his feet. Angelo whips Hector towards Ava, who nails Hector with a jumping knee, that sends Hector staggering backward into a half-nelson suplex from Angelo. Angelo rolls out of the ring while Ava makes the cover.
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VICTOR PULLS AVA OUT OF THE RING!
Victor pulls Ava out by her ankle. Ava lands on her feet a bit disoriented and Victor delivers a knee to the stomach of Ava, and then throws her shoulder first into the security railing. Angelo runs down the ring apron and dives through the turnbuckles onto Victor on the outside taking him out. *
Markson: This match is starting to break down.
Napier: Good, makes it easier for the referee to get confused and the Malvados pull the twin switch.
Markson: That is cheating.
Napier: If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying.
*Hector distracts Ref Beard as Paco grabs Ava and throws her back into the ring. Hector moves in grabbing Ava and pulling her into position for a brain buster or a solo Rompe Cabeza. Hector lifts Ava into the air, but as he gets her vertical Ava throws a knee strike straight down into the head of Hector. Hector drops Ava and she lands on her feet. Hector shakes his head, knocking his daze off and goes for a superkick, but Ava rolls under it and into her corner tagging in Angelo who had just got onto the apron.
Angelo springs to the top rope and jumps off with a flying forearm, but Hector catches her in mid-air with a super kick. Angelo hits the mat and Hector drops on top for the cover. *
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Victor pulls Ava out by her ankle. Ava lands on her feet a bit disoriented and Victor delivers a knee to the stomach of Ava, and then throws her shoulder first into the security railing. Angelo runs down the ring apron and dives through the turnbuckles onto Victor on the outside taking him out. *
Markson: This match is starting to break down.
Napier: Good, makes it easier for the referee to get confused and the Malvados pull the twin switch.
Markson: That is cheating.
Napier: If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying.
*Hector distracts Ref Beard as Paco grabs Ava and throws her back into the ring. Hector moves in grabbing Ava and pulling her into position for a brain buster or a solo Rompe Cabeza. Hector lifts Ava into the air, but as he gets her vertical Ava throws a knee strike straight down into the head of Hector. Hector drops Ava and she lands on her feet. Hector shakes his head, knocking his daze off and goes for a superkick, but Ava rolls under it and into her corner tagging in Angelo who had just got onto the apron.
Angelo springs to the top rope and jumps off with a flying forearm, but Hector catches her in mid-air with a super kick. Angelo hits the mat and Hector drops on top for the cover. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE! I thought Alessia Angelo was out cold.
Napier: Look at her face, she's clearly taken lots of hard blows to the chin.
Markson: HOW RUDE!
*Hector staggers to his feet and over to the corner where he tags in Victor. Victor starts going to the top rope. Victor comes off the top rope with a frog splash, but as he does Angelo rolls out of the way. Victor corrects in mid-air, tucking and tolling up to his feet. As he does he looks at Ava and crotch chops at her. Ava goes to get into the ring drawing Ref Beards attention.
Victor turns around to see Angelo getting up and as she does Paco grabs one of the Duos titles from the time keeper and throws it into the ring for Victor. Angelo pauses for a moment as she sees this, and it’s a long enough pause for Hector to grab Angelo from behind.
Victor charges with the belt and as he does Angelo kicks her legs up and kicks the belt into the face of Victor. Victor is knocked down and drops the belt. Angelo slams her foot down, smashing Hector’s metatarsal. Angelo breaks free and grabs the belt, and as she does her and Ava lock eyes while Ava is holding the refs attention.
Angelo winks at Ava and then turns around and throws the belt to Hector. Hector catches it, and as he does Angelo hits the mat and starts holding her head. Ava jumps out of the ring and Ref Beard turns to see Hector holding the belt and Angelo laying on the mat. Ref Beard immediately calls for the bell. *
Napier: NO! BEARD YOU IDIOT! HECTOR DIDN’T USE THE BELT!
Markson: What did you say? If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying?
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners…. AND STILLL DUOS CHAMPIONS…. LIGHTS OUUUUTTTT!!!
*Hector throws the belt down and begins arguing with Referee Beard. Ava steps into the ring with Alessia, and the two of them raise their arms, but Ava winces in pain as she does and holds her shoulder.
Paco jumps onto the apron and begins yelling at the members of Lights Out, and as the turn to face Paco, the Malvados strike again. Hector steps forward and superkicks Angelo in the side of the head as Victor spring to the top rope and comes off with a springboard missile dropkick to the shoulder of Ava.
Ava hits the mat holding her shoulder, and Victor grabs her and pick her up, putting her in a hammerlock. As Victor holds her Hector picks up the championship belt and charges forward slamming the Duos title into the shoulder of Ava. Victor then spins around and throws Ava shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
The crowd is booing like crazy and begin throwing trash at the Malvados. The Malvados begin throwing trash back into the crowd as security hits the ring trying to regain controls of the situation, and the scene fades to a segment. *
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE! I thought Alessia Angelo was out cold.
Napier: Look at her face, she's clearly taken lots of hard blows to the chin.
Markson: HOW RUDE!
*Hector staggers to his feet and over to the corner where he tags in Victor. Victor starts going to the top rope. Victor comes off the top rope with a frog splash, but as he does Angelo rolls out of the way. Victor corrects in mid-air, tucking and tolling up to his feet. As he does he looks at Ava and crotch chops at her. Ava goes to get into the ring drawing Ref Beards attention.
Victor turns around to see Angelo getting up and as she does Paco grabs one of the Duos titles from the time keeper and throws it into the ring for Victor. Angelo pauses for a moment as she sees this, and it’s a long enough pause for Hector to grab Angelo from behind.
Victor charges with the belt and as he does Angelo kicks her legs up and kicks the belt into the face of Victor. Victor is knocked down and drops the belt. Angelo slams her foot down, smashing Hector’s metatarsal. Angelo breaks free and grabs the belt, and as she does her and Ava lock eyes while Ava is holding the refs attention.
Angelo winks at Ava and then turns around and throws the belt to Hector. Hector catches it, and as he does Angelo hits the mat and starts holding her head. Ava jumps out of the ring and Ref Beard turns to see Hector holding the belt and Angelo laying on the mat. Ref Beard immediately calls for the bell. *
Napier: NO! BEARD YOU IDIOT! HECTOR DIDN’T USE THE BELT!
Markson: What did you say? If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying?
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners…. AND STILLL DUOS CHAMPIONS…. LIGHTS OUUUUTTTT!!!
*Hector throws the belt down and begins arguing with Referee Beard. Ava steps into the ring with Alessia, and the two of them raise their arms, but Ava winces in pain as she does and holds her shoulder.
Paco jumps onto the apron and begins yelling at the members of Lights Out, and as the turn to face Paco, the Malvados strike again. Hector steps forward and superkicks Angelo in the side of the head as Victor spring to the top rope and comes off with a springboard missile dropkick to the shoulder of Ava.
Ava hits the mat holding her shoulder, and Victor grabs her and pick her up, putting her in a hammerlock. As Victor holds her Hector picks up the championship belt and charges forward slamming the Duos title into the shoulder of Ava. Victor then spins around and throws Ava shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
The crowd is booing like crazy and begin throwing trash at the Malvados. The Malvados begin throwing trash back into the crowd as security hits the ring trying to regain controls of the situation, and the scene fades to a segment. *
*Nothing was typical about this Event. A big stage for anyone on the card but when you add a rivalry or even a Championship, these Events become something grander. You had to find ways to keep yourself from letting the butterflies get to you. For Cashe that meant acting a fool somewhere backstage.*
Jason Cashe: Just wear it! You were part of the group too!
*You heard his voice before the camera turned into the open doorway leading into one of the locker rooms. There you found Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle as Cashe was trying to give Riddle a T-Shirt.*
Cyrus Riddle: I'm not wearing that.. To be fair, I was not a part of the group that long. I kind of turned on you, remember?
*The stare from Cashe's face let you know that he knew and remembered well how things went down. The shirt is held out and opened up for viewing and it was the same one that Cashe had on himself. It said 'UNSTABLE' across the front of it in bold red lettering.*
Jason Cashe: Put it on..
Cyrus Riddle: No.
Jason Cashe: Or… You can just put it on. Let's run it back!
Cyrus Riddle: Never going to happen..
*Thinking of ways to get Riddle to wear the shirt. Cashe didn't have long to plan as a voice called to them from the doorway.*
Hello boys!
*Turning as he recognized the voice. Standing in the doorway with her newly won PWValor World Title over her leather jacket covered shoulder stood Amber Ryan. It was awkward because Amber won that Title by beating Cashe. Her Brother, His Sister. Cashe still sporting the healing wound where she opened him up at. The two of them had a staredown from across the room.*
Cyrus Riddle: Hello Amber..
*Riddle steps passed Cashe, plucking the T Shirt that was intended for him. Leaning in towards Amber, the two gave the other a hug. Riddle presented the shirt to her and nodded back towards Cashe.*
Cyrus Riddle: He had these made.. Good luck.
*With that, Cyrus Riddle left. Amber looking down at the shirt gives it a smile before lifting her view towards her Brother. Cashe was still standing frozen, mean mugging Amber but not really her but the Title on her shoulder.*
Amber Ryan: How are you holding up, Brother of mine?
*He didn't respond even as she approached him and grabbed his face to check the healing of his stitching.*
Amber Ryan: Looks good..
*He tries to look away and she backhands him to the chest, right against the words 'Unstable' on the custom tee.*
Amber Ryan: Would you stop? Tonight isn't about what has already happened is it? You lost a belt, so what. Tonight you can replace it!
*She snatches his face once more. This time with more aggression behind it and turns his face to face her.*
Amber Ryan: You've got this! I love you my Brother..
Jason Cashe: *Mumbles*
Amber Ryan: What was that?
Jason Cashe: I love you too..
*He said it with such dread and disappointment but he meant it. There was nobody he has cared about longer in this business than his Sisters. It was a bond he made with Amber many moons ago when they were both in a group called Unstable.. She taps the T Shirt and asks a question.*
Amber Ryan: You going to wear that to the ring so he sees it?
Jason Cashe: I sent him one, he has seen it by now.
*Amber laughs out a roaring chuckle. Looking past her, Cashe spots Mac Bane standing in the doorway. Having come in search of his wife, Bane nods at Cashe. Cashe nods back to him which gets Amber's attention.*
Amber Ryan: I better go.. I'll be watching. Win that belt. You've got this Brother!
*After her and Mac Bane leave. Cashe continues just staring off at the open doorway. Finally a smile blooms across his face.*
Jason Cashe: She kept the shirt tho! Unnnnnnstaable!
*Doing an arm pump in celebration. Cashe goes back to his loosened up and chill self as he was when Riddle was here. The shot changes from Cashe celebrating to Steve Cotton in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Jason Cashe: Just wear it! You were part of the group too!
*You heard his voice before the camera turned into the open doorway leading into one of the locker rooms. There you found Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle as Cashe was trying to give Riddle a T-Shirt.*
Cyrus Riddle: I'm not wearing that.. To be fair, I was not a part of the group that long. I kind of turned on you, remember?
*The stare from Cashe's face let you know that he knew and remembered well how things went down. The shirt is held out and opened up for viewing and it was the same one that Cashe had on himself. It said 'UNSTABLE' across the front of it in bold red lettering.*
Jason Cashe: Put it on..
Cyrus Riddle: No.
Jason Cashe: Or… You can just put it on. Let's run it back!
Cyrus Riddle: Never going to happen..
*Thinking of ways to get Riddle to wear the shirt. Cashe didn't have long to plan as a voice called to them from the doorway.*
Hello boys!
*Turning as he recognized the voice. Standing in the doorway with her newly won PWValor World Title over her leather jacket covered shoulder stood Amber Ryan. It was awkward because Amber won that Title by beating Cashe. Her Brother, His Sister. Cashe still sporting the healing wound where she opened him up at. The two of them had a staredown from across the room.*
Cyrus Riddle: Hello Amber..
*Riddle steps passed Cashe, plucking the T Shirt that was intended for him. Leaning in towards Amber, the two gave the other a hug. Riddle presented the shirt to her and nodded back towards Cashe.*
Cyrus Riddle: He had these made.. Good luck.
*With that, Cyrus Riddle left. Amber looking down at the shirt gives it a smile before lifting her view towards her Brother. Cashe was still standing frozen, mean mugging Amber but not really her but the Title on her shoulder.*
Amber Ryan: How are you holding up, Brother of mine?
*He didn't respond even as she approached him and grabbed his face to check the healing of his stitching.*
Amber Ryan: Looks good..
*He tries to look away and she backhands him to the chest, right against the words 'Unstable' on the custom tee.*
Amber Ryan: Would you stop? Tonight isn't about what has already happened is it? You lost a belt, so what. Tonight you can replace it!
*She snatches his face once more. This time with more aggression behind it and turns his face to face her.*
Amber Ryan: You've got this! I love you my Brother..
Jason Cashe: *Mumbles*
Amber Ryan: What was that?
Jason Cashe: I love you too..
*He said it with such dread and disappointment but he meant it. There was nobody he has cared about longer in this business than his Sisters. It was a bond he made with Amber many moons ago when they were both in a group called Unstable.. She taps the T Shirt and asks a question.*
Amber Ryan: You going to wear that to the ring so he sees it?
Jason Cashe: I sent him one, he has seen it by now.
*Amber laughs out a roaring chuckle. Looking past her, Cashe spots Mac Bane standing in the doorway. Having come in search of his wife, Bane nods at Cashe. Cashe nods back to him which gets Amber's attention.*
Amber Ryan: I better go.. I'll be watching. Win that belt. You've got this Brother!
*After her and Mac Bane leave. Cashe continues just staring off at the open doorway. Finally a smile blooms across his face.*
Jason Cashe: She kept the shirt tho! Unnnnnnstaable!
*Doing an arm pump in celebration. Cashe goes back to his loosened up and chill self as he was when Riddle was here. The shot changes from Cashe celebrating to Steve Cotton in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
*The shot returns to the ringside area where the TPW Ring crew s finishing up replacing the cars at the entrance way that was destroyed by the Malvados. As they finish up the shot cuts back to Steve Cotton who stands in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is.... A NO HOLD BARED MATCH!!!
*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Yakima, Washington, and weighing in at 265lbs. He is the creator of chaos, this is ZOLTOOOOONNN!!!
*The track darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the track lights 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. *
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, and weighing in at 232lbs. He is the legendary, CHRONC CHRIS PAAAGGGEEE!!!
*A spotlight hits the top of the entrance ramp where emerging out through the curtain flanked by Alexander Marshall to a massive reaction of boos from the crowd under a single spotlight. Chris and Alexander shake hands at the top of the ramp before Page starts to make the walk toward the ring with a slow, meticulous saunter. Alexander nods his head he steps back through the entrance way as Page heads down the isle.
Page climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. CCP removes his ring jacket almost immediately and starts to play to the crowd garnering a solid ovation out of sheer respect for what this legendary icon has accomplished throughout his illustrious career. Chris makes his way to his corner where he uses the top to stretch as the music fades out. *
Page climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. CCP removes his ring jacket almost immediately and starts to play to the crowd garnering a solid ovation out of sheer respect for what this legendary icon has accomplished throughout his illustrious career. Chris makes his way to his corner where he uses the top to stretch as the music fades out. *
Markson: This match has an epic, big fight feel to it.
Napier: Match... no, this is Zolton's execution.
Markson: I'm shocked that Alexander Marshall didn't stay out here with Chris Page for the match.
Napier: Chris Page wants to handle Zolton on his own. Page is going to make a statement tonight.
*Page and Z stand across the ring from each other in their opposing corners. Referee Villano 16 calls for the bell and as soon as it rings Page and Z charge at each other. The two warriors meet in the middle of the ring and begin exchanging right hands. Page connects first with a right hook that snaps Z's head to the side. Z answers back with a wild haymaker, but Page ducks it and lands another hard right that rattles Z.
Z takes a step back and as Page moves in Z snaps forward with a headbutt to the face of Page. Page is staggered and Z lands a big right that drives Page back. A second big right from Z sends Page into the turnbuckle. Z grabs Page by the arm and gives him a hard Irish Whip, following him three-quarters of the way across the ring. The whip is so hard it sends Page tumbling forward into the turnbuckle where he hits and does a Flair flip over the top turnbuckle and lands on his feet on the apron.
Page is staggering down the apron and Z nails him with a running big boot that sends Page flying from the apron into the steel security railing. *
Markson: OH MY! Chris Page sent flying into the security railing. Page is finding out early why Zolton is called the Creator of Chaos.
Napier: Come on Page, get up. Show this tatted-up goof that you don't slight The Cabal.
*Z looks at Page on the outside and turns around charging into the ropes to pick up a boost of speed. Zolton comes charging across the ring and dives over the top rope toward Page. But as Z leaps, Page grabs a chair from the front row and throws it right into the head of Zolton. Zolton crashes to the ground holding his head as Page stumbles toward the ring. *
Markson: OH MY! Chris Page just landed a kill shot on Zolton in mid-air. He even shoved a fan out of the way and took his chair to do it, what a piece of trash Chris Page is.
Napier: Oh come on Markson, you know that goofball in the front row was just going to hock that souvenir chair on Whatnot to try and pay off his credit card he maxed out to get those tickets.
*Page digs under the ring and pulls out five more chairs. Page opens the chairs up and sets them up side by side and seat to seat for a row of three chairs with the souvenir chair he had. Page turns back to see Z getting up, on his knees using the railing to pull himself up. Page steps forward and kicks Z in the chest, and it snaps the Creator of Chaos up to his feet. Page goes for a kick to the stomach, but Z catches his foot. Page looks shocked as Z throws Page’s foot, spinning Page around. As Page comes back around in a 360, Z catches him with a standing sidekick that drops Page.
Z grabs Page by the head and pulls him off the mat before rolling him back into the ring. Z rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet as Page gets to his knees. Z charges forward and delivers a diving shoulder tackle onto kneeled Page. The impact of the shoulder tackle sends Page rolling under the ropes and back outside on the opposite side of the ring. *
Z takes a step back and as Page moves in Z snaps forward with a headbutt to the face of Page. Page is staggered and Z lands a big right that drives Page back. A second big right from Z sends Page into the turnbuckle. Z grabs Page by the arm and gives him a hard Irish Whip, following him three-quarters of the way across the ring. The whip is so hard it sends Page tumbling forward into the turnbuckle where he hits and does a Flair flip over the top turnbuckle and lands on his feet on the apron.
Page is staggering down the apron and Z nails him with a running big boot that sends Page flying from the apron into the steel security railing. *
Markson: OH MY! Chris Page sent flying into the security railing. Page is finding out early why Zolton is called the Creator of Chaos.
Napier: Come on Page, get up. Show this tatted-up goof that you don't slight The Cabal.
*Z looks at Page on the outside and turns around charging into the ropes to pick up a boost of speed. Zolton comes charging across the ring and dives over the top rope toward Page. But as Z leaps, Page grabs a chair from the front row and throws it right into the head of Zolton. Zolton crashes to the ground holding his head as Page stumbles toward the ring. *
Markson: OH MY! Chris Page just landed a kill shot on Zolton in mid-air. He even shoved a fan out of the way and took his chair to do it, what a piece of trash Chris Page is.
Napier: Oh come on Markson, you know that goofball in the front row was just going to hock that souvenir chair on Whatnot to try and pay off his credit card he maxed out to get those tickets.
*Page digs under the ring and pulls out five more chairs. Page opens the chairs up and sets them up side by side and seat to seat for a row of three chairs with the souvenir chair he had. Page turns back to see Z getting up, on his knees using the railing to pull himself up. Page steps forward and kicks Z in the chest, and it snaps the Creator of Chaos up to his feet. Page goes for a kick to the stomach, but Z catches his foot. Page looks shocked as Z throws Page’s foot, spinning Page around. As Page comes back around in a 360, Z catches him with a standing sidekick that drops Page.
Z grabs Page by the head and pulls him off the mat before rolling him back into the ring. Z rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet as Page gets to his knees. Z charges forward and delivers a diving shoulder tackle onto kneeled Page. The impact of the shoulder tackle sends Page rolling under the ropes and back outside on the opposite side of the ring. *
Markson: It looks like Chris Page had some evil intentions in mind with those chairs, but Zolton put a stop to it.
Napier: Evil intentions? NO! Zolton broke the agreement he had… BROKE HIS WORD, with Alexander Marshall and he deserves everything that is coming to him.
*Z rolls out of the ring and as Page is getting up Z delivers a hard front kick to the chest of Page that sends Page flying backward into the security railing. Page slumps into the railing and Z fires off a hard knife-edge chop to the chest of Page that echoes through the Colosseum.
Page covers his chest with both hands and stumbles off of the railing slightly bent over. Z doesn’t stop his assault though and delivers a hard overhead chop to the middle of Page’s back. Page arches his back and screams “MOTHERFUDGER!”, to the amusement of the crowd. Z grabs Page by the hair and runs him face-first into the hood of one of the cars at the end of the entrance way.
Page puts his foot on the bumper at the past second blocking it though. Page fires two elbows back into the stomach of Z, breaking Z’s grasp on his hair. Z staggers back a bit and Page hops onto the hoop of the car. Page leaps off the hood of the car at Z, but Z shows great strength and catches Page. Z flips Page up onto his shoulder, quickly steps forward, and slams Page down onto the hood of the car. *
Napier: Well, Dale Earnhardt is going to be mad about us denting his car.
Markson: Dale Earnhardt has been dead for years, show some respect.
Napier: Well in that case… RAISE HELL, PRAISE DALE!
*Z pulls Page off the hood of the car and drags him toward the ring. Z rolls Page into the ring under the bottom rope, but Page just keeps rolling and rolls all the way across the ring and back out on the other side. Z appears frustrated by Page and marches around the ring to where Page came out but finds that Page isn’t there. Z grabs the ring apron and lifts it up, but finds nothing. Z throes the apron down and stands up, but as he does Page has popped back into the ring from the other side. Z turns around to a baseball slide dropkick from Page.
Z is sent flying into the German announce table. Z staggers forward holding his lower back, while Page sling-shots himself over the top rope from the inside and comes down onto Z with a big cross body. The force of the impact on the crossbody sends Z falling back and he again hits his back on the German announce table. *
Markson: OH! Zolton’s back just bent in a way God didn’t intend against the edge of the German announce table.
Napier: YES! Chris Page is going to break his back and make him humble.
Napier: Evil intentions? NO! Zolton broke the agreement he had… BROKE HIS WORD, with Alexander Marshall and he deserves everything that is coming to him.
*Z rolls out of the ring and as Page is getting up Z delivers a hard front kick to the chest of Page that sends Page flying backward into the security railing. Page slumps into the railing and Z fires off a hard knife-edge chop to the chest of Page that echoes through the Colosseum.
Page covers his chest with both hands and stumbles off of the railing slightly bent over. Z doesn’t stop his assault though and delivers a hard overhead chop to the middle of Page’s back. Page arches his back and screams “MOTHERFUDGER!”, to the amusement of the crowd. Z grabs Page by the hair and runs him face-first into the hood of one of the cars at the end of the entrance way.
Page puts his foot on the bumper at the past second blocking it though. Page fires two elbows back into the stomach of Z, breaking Z’s grasp on his hair. Z staggers back a bit and Page hops onto the hoop of the car. Page leaps off the hood of the car at Z, but Z shows great strength and catches Page. Z flips Page up onto his shoulder, quickly steps forward, and slams Page down onto the hood of the car. *
Napier: Well, Dale Earnhardt is going to be mad about us denting his car.
Markson: Dale Earnhardt has been dead for years, show some respect.
Napier: Well in that case… RAISE HELL, PRAISE DALE!
*Z pulls Page off the hood of the car and drags him toward the ring. Z rolls Page into the ring under the bottom rope, but Page just keeps rolling and rolls all the way across the ring and back out on the other side. Z appears frustrated by Page and marches around the ring to where Page came out but finds that Page isn’t there. Z grabs the ring apron and lifts it up, but finds nothing. Z throes the apron down and stands up, but as he does Page has popped back into the ring from the other side. Z turns around to a baseball slide dropkick from Page.
Z is sent flying into the German announce table. Z staggers forward holding his lower back, while Page sling-shots himself over the top rope from the inside and comes down onto Z with a big cross body. The force of the impact on the crossbody sends Z falling back and he again hits his back on the German announce table. *
Markson: OH! Zolton’s back just bent in a way God didn’t intend against the edge of the German announce table.
Napier: YES! Chris Page is going to break his back and make him humble.
*Z falls to all fours holding his back, and Page climbs up onto the German announce table. Page jumps off the announce table and drops his knee into the back of Z. Z collapses to the ground and clutches at his back. Page pulls Z up and rolls Z into the ring. Page then digs under the ring and comes out with a table. Page slides the table into the ring which brings the crowd up with excitement. Page hops onto the apron and sees that Z is starting to get up.
Page quickly scrambles to the top turnbuckle, and as Z stands up Page leaps off the top rope with a missile dropkick to the back of Z. Z flies to the mat from the impact, and Page rolls up and turns his attention back to the table. Page lifts the table up and places it into the corner, leaning it against the turnbuckles before turning his attention back to Z. *
Markson: Chris Page is looking at Zolton with evil in his eyes.
Napier: That isn’t evil Mark, it’s vengeance.
*Z is trying to climb to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. As Z pulls himself up, Page lands a punch into the back of Z. Z staggers into the corner seeking safety. As Page comes in Z fires a kick up that nails Page in the stomach. Page staggers backward holding his stomach and Z comes out of the corner going for a lariat, but Page ducks and as he does spins around catching Z in a waistlock. Page goes for a German suplex, but as Page lifts Z, Z blocks it by wrapping his leg around Pages.
Page releases the waistlock and slams an elbow into the back of Z. Z staggers forward holding his back. Page charges forward going for the Judas Effect effect, but Z catches him coming in, and catches Page in a full-nelson. Z lifts Page and delivers Smite (full-nelson slam) through the table in the corner. Z collapses on top of Page for the pin, and Referee Villano 16 drops for the pin. *
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Page quickly scrambles to the top turnbuckle, and as Z stands up Page leaps off the top rope with a missile dropkick to the back of Z. Z flies to the mat from the impact, and Page rolls up and turns his attention back to the table. Page lifts the table up and places it into the corner, leaning it against the turnbuckles before turning his attention back to Z. *
Markson: Chris Page is looking at Zolton with evil in his eyes.
Napier: That isn’t evil Mark, it’s vengeance.
*Z is trying to climb to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. As Z pulls himself up, Page lands a punch into the back of Z. Z staggers into the corner seeking safety. As Page comes in Z fires a kick up that nails Page in the stomach. Page staggers backward holding his stomach and Z comes out of the corner going for a lariat, but Page ducks and as he does spins around catching Z in a waistlock. Page goes for a German suplex, but as Page lifts Z, Z blocks it by wrapping his leg around Pages.
Page releases the waistlock and slams an elbow into the back of Z. Z staggers forward holding his back. Page charges forward going for the Judas Effect effect, but Z catches him coming in, and catches Page in a full-nelson. Z lifts Page and delivers Smite (full-nelson slam) through the table in the corner. Z collapses on top of Page for the pin, and Referee Villano 16 drops for the pin. *
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FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Napier: YES! Great ring awareness by Chris Page to get his foot on the ropes.
Markson: This match may be no holds barred, but rope breaks to stop pins are still in effect.
*Z looks shocked as he sits up and shakes his head. Z pushes himself to his feet holding his back as Page rolls out of the ring to the outside trying to collect himself as he holds the back of his head. Z sees Page on the outside rolls out of the ring and begins going after him. Page sees Z coming, and reaches over grabbing Nick Napier’s cup off the announce table and throwing the liquid into the face of Z. Zolton grabs his eyes and starts screaming. *
Markson: WHAT THE HECK!?! What was in that cup?
Napier: Vodka with lemonade and cranberry juice.
Markson: YOU’RE DRINKING ON THE JOB!?!
Napier: How else do you expect me to put up with you and all these Thunderamorons for three-plus hours?
*Page charges into the blinded Z, driving his back into the side of the ring. Page grabs Z by the hair, whips Z around, and runs Z face-first into the ring post. Z falls to the ground, while Page yells back at the fans in the first few rows who are yelling at him. The shot focuses on Z who rolls over on his back revealing blood trickling down his forehead from his hairline where he has just been busted open. *
Markson: OH MY! Zolton has been busted open.
Napier: Zolton is paying his debts in blood. The Cabal will have their pound of flesh.
*Page turns back to Z, grabbing him by the hair and sitting him up. Page begins hammering the busted forehead of Z with right hands, busting his head open more and sending blood splattering with his punches. Page grabs Z by the hair with both hands and begins dragging him around the ring back to the entranceway.
Page pulls Z up as he gets him near the already dented car. With Z on one knee Page slams Z’s face into the hood of the car. Z’s face bounces off the hood leaving a blood splatter on the hood. Z collapses to a seated position propped up against the bumper of the car. *
Markson: Zolton looks completely out of it, he is losing a lot of blood.
Napier: Those right hands of Chris Page really opened that cut up, and lucky for us Zolton’s hideous face is being hidden by that crimson mask.
*Page climbs onto the car, grabs Z by the hair, and begins pulling him up onto the hood of the car. As Z gets to his feet he throws a right hand into the stomach of Page. Page is phased, but just stunned. Z fires another right hand to the stomach and stagges Page again. Z then fires a low blow between Page’s leg freezing Page in pain. Z then grabs Page and gives him a rocket launcher off the hood of the car and Page’s body lands on the ground with a sickening thud. *
Napier: NO! NO! NO! DISQUALIFY ZOLTON!
Markson: WHAT!?! There is no disqualification, no-holds-barred means anything goes.
*Z staggers forward as Page has rolled up to a seated position and is holding his back. The bloody Z grabs Page by the hair and begins pulling him up when Page wraps his arms around Z and charges him into the car. Both men hit the bumper and roll up onto the hood of the car. Both men start trying to get to their knees and Page strikes first with a quick left to the jaw of Z. Z fires back with a hard right that rocks Page’s head. Z fires a second right that sends Page rolling into the windshield of the car.
Z begins crawling up the hood to Page, but Page uses his left hand to grab Z by the beard and his right hand to shove his thumb into the gaping wound on Z’s forehead. Z grabs at Page’s hand trying to pull it out of his head while screaming in pain. As Z is back up Page stands to his feet on the hood of the car. Page grabs Z and pulls his head between his legs. Page lifts Z up and drops backward piledriving Z into the windshield of the car. The class shatters and both men sink into the front seat of the car. *
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Markson: HOLY SH*T!
Napier: HOLY SH*T!
*Page sinks into the car and then slowly crawls out of the passenger side window. Page pushes himself to his feet and tells Ref Villano 16 that Zolton is done, but Villano says Page has to pin or submit Z in the ring to win. Page shoves Villano back, and Villano falls to his butt not expecting the shove. Page grabs Z’s legs on the hood as Z is half-way in the car and half-way out. Page drags Z out of the windshield and his entire face and most of his chest are now covered in blood.
Page drags Z off the hood of the car, and then drags him to the ringside area. Page is exerting a lot of energy as he drags the dead weight of the 265lb Zolton. Page lifts the lifeless Z up and rolls him into the ring. Page looks back at Villano and yells at him to come one. Referee Villano 16 slides into the ring as Page rolls in and rolls right on top o Z for the pin. *
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Napier: YES! Great ring awareness by Chris Page to get his foot on the ropes.
Markson: This match may be no holds barred, but rope breaks to stop pins are still in effect.
*Z looks shocked as he sits up and shakes his head. Z pushes himself to his feet holding his back as Page rolls out of the ring to the outside trying to collect himself as he holds the back of his head. Z sees Page on the outside rolls out of the ring and begins going after him. Page sees Z coming, and reaches over grabbing Nick Napier’s cup off the announce table and throwing the liquid into the face of Z. Zolton grabs his eyes and starts screaming. *
Markson: WHAT THE HECK!?! What was in that cup?
Napier: Vodka with lemonade and cranberry juice.
Markson: YOU’RE DRINKING ON THE JOB!?!
Napier: How else do you expect me to put up with you and all these Thunderamorons for three-plus hours?
*Page charges into the blinded Z, driving his back into the side of the ring. Page grabs Z by the hair, whips Z around, and runs Z face-first into the ring post. Z falls to the ground, while Page yells back at the fans in the first few rows who are yelling at him. The shot focuses on Z who rolls over on his back revealing blood trickling down his forehead from his hairline where he has just been busted open. *
Markson: OH MY! Zolton has been busted open.
Napier: Zolton is paying his debts in blood. The Cabal will have their pound of flesh.
*Page turns back to Z, grabbing him by the hair and sitting him up. Page begins hammering the busted forehead of Z with right hands, busting his head open more and sending blood splattering with his punches. Page grabs Z by the hair with both hands and begins dragging him around the ring back to the entranceway.
Page pulls Z up as he gets him near the already dented car. With Z on one knee Page slams Z’s face into the hood of the car. Z’s face bounces off the hood leaving a blood splatter on the hood. Z collapses to a seated position propped up against the bumper of the car. *
Markson: Zolton looks completely out of it, he is losing a lot of blood.
Napier: Those right hands of Chris Page really opened that cut up, and lucky for us Zolton’s hideous face is being hidden by that crimson mask.
*Page climbs onto the car, grabs Z by the hair, and begins pulling him up onto the hood of the car. As Z gets to his feet he throws a right hand into the stomach of Page. Page is phased, but just stunned. Z fires another right hand to the stomach and stagges Page again. Z then fires a low blow between Page’s leg freezing Page in pain. Z then grabs Page and gives him a rocket launcher off the hood of the car and Page’s body lands on the ground with a sickening thud. *
Napier: NO! NO! NO! DISQUALIFY ZOLTON!
Markson: WHAT!?! There is no disqualification, no-holds-barred means anything goes.
*Z staggers forward as Page has rolled up to a seated position and is holding his back. The bloody Z grabs Page by the hair and begins pulling him up when Page wraps his arms around Z and charges him into the car. Both men hit the bumper and roll up onto the hood of the car. Both men start trying to get to their knees and Page strikes first with a quick left to the jaw of Z. Z fires back with a hard right that rocks Page’s head. Z fires a second right that sends Page rolling into the windshield of the car.
Z begins crawling up the hood to Page, but Page uses his left hand to grab Z by the beard and his right hand to shove his thumb into the gaping wound on Z’s forehead. Z grabs at Page’s hand trying to pull it out of his head while screaming in pain. As Z is back up Page stands to his feet on the hood of the car. Page grabs Z and pulls his head between his legs. Page lifts Z up and drops backward piledriving Z into the windshield of the car. The class shatters and both men sink into the front seat of the car. *
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Markson: HOLY SH*T!
Napier: HOLY SH*T!
*Page sinks into the car and then slowly crawls out of the passenger side window. Page pushes himself to his feet and tells Ref Villano 16 that Zolton is done, but Villano says Page has to pin or submit Z in the ring to win. Page shoves Villano back, and Villano falls to his butt not expecting the shove. Page grabs Z’s legs on the hood as Z is half-way in the car and half-way out. Page drags Z out of the windshield and his entire face and most of his chest are now covered in blood.
Page drags Z off the hood of the car, and then drags him to the ringside area. Page is exerting a lot of energy as he drags the dead weight of the 265lb Zolton. Page lifts the lifeless Z up and rolls him into the ring. Page looks back at Villano and yells at him to come one. Referee Villano 16 slides into the ring as Page rolls in and rolls right on top o Z for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: ZOLTON KICKED OUT! ZOLTON KICKED OUT!
Markson: ZOLTON KICKED OUT! ZOLTON KICKED OUT!
Napier: NO WAY! That didn’t just happen. Zolton isn’t even alive right now, Chris Page has killed him.
*Page is shocked as he gets to his feet arguing with Villano, but Villano keeps holding up two fingers and yelling “DOS!”.
Page turns back to Zolton who has rolled from his back to his face, and is trying valiantly to push himself up to his feet. Page grabs Z by the hair and pulls him into position for the Page Plant (angel wings). But, as Page goes to lift Z, Z spins out, holding onto the arm of Page. Z pulls Page right into a pull-in lariat. Page hits the mat and bounces right back up, the staggered Z blast Page immediately with the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick).
Page falls back into the ropes after being nailed in the head with the kick. Page is out on his feet as he staggers forward into a kick to the stomach from Z that doubles Page over. Z hooks Page lifts him up, takes three quick steps forward, and launches Page over the top rope with Welcome to the Gates (Crucifix Power Bomb) dropping Page from the ring down onto the chairs that Page had set up previously on the outside. Page hits the chairs and they scatter as Page falls to the ground unconscious. Z collapses in the ring having just spent what energy he had left. *
Markson: OH MY! Chris Page was just power-bombed from the ring through those eight chairs, he may be broken in half.
Napier: NO! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! GET UP CHRIS! GET UP!
*Z rolls out of the ring, barely able to stand as his entire face and chest are now covered with blood. Z grabs Page, pulls him up, and rolls him into the ring. Z climbs up onto the apron slowly, but as he does Page begins to stir. Z steps into the ring and Page is on his knees. Z grabs Page and lifts him up for another Welcome to the Gates. As Z lifts Page up, Page lifts his arms straight up escaping the grasp of Z. Page tucks and rolls, and catches Z with a sun-set flip. *
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*Page is shocked as he gets to his feet arguing with Villano, but Villano keeps holding up two fingers and yelling “DOS!”.
Page turns back to Zolton who has rolled from his back to his face, and is trying valiantly to push himself up to his feet. Page grabs Z by the hair and pulls him into position for the Page Plant (angel wings). But, as Page goes to lift Z, Z spins out, holding onto the arm of Page. Z pulls Page right into a pull-in lariat. Page hits the mat and bounces right back up, the staggered Z blast Page immediately with the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick).
Page falls back into the ropes after being nailed in the head with the kick. Page is out on his feet as he staggers forward into a kick to the stomach from Z that doubles Page over. Z hooks Page lifts him up, takes three quick steps forward, and launches Page over the top rope with Welcome to the Gates (Crucifix Power Bomb) dropping Page from the ring down onto the chairs that Page had set up previously on the outside. Page hits the chairs and they scatter as Page falls to the ground unconscious. Z collapses in the ring having just spent what energy he had left. *
Markson: OH MY! Chris Page was just power-bombed from the ring through those eight chairs, he may be broken in half.
Napier: NO! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! GET UP CHRIS! GET UP!
*Z rolls out of the ring, barely able to stand as his entire face and chest are now covered with blood. Z grabs Page, pulls him up, and rolls him into the ring. Z climbs up onto the apron slowly, but as he does Page begins to stir. Z steps into the ring and Page is on his knees. Z grabs Page and lifts him up for another Welcome to the Gates. As Z lifts Page up, Page lifts his arms straight up escaping the grasp of Z. Page tucks and rolls, and catches Z with a sun-set flip. *
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Napier: HE GOT HIM!
Markson: NO! ZOLTON KICKED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Napier: BULLSH*T!
Markson: You really think a match like this is ending with a sunset flip?
*Z and Page both roll to their feet at the same time. Page charges first and goes for a codebreaker, but Z catches Page’s legs and drops Page to the mat while still holding his legs. Z drops back and catapults Page. Page goes flying into the corner, over the turnbuckles, and hits the post. Page falls back onto the mat so hard that he lands on his head and the momentum carries him back over to his feet.
Z moves in on the staggering Page. Page throws a desperate haymaker, but Z ducks and catches Page in The Answer (Standing Arm Triangle). Page starts trying to fight it off, as Z squeezes tightly trying to choke Page out. Page uses his free hand to throw some hooks to the body of Z as he tries to break the hold. Z counters by powering Page back into the corner, taking away Page’s room to throw the punches. *
Napier: ROPE BREAK! BREAK THE HOLD REF!
Markson: Referee Villano 16 is trying to break the hold, but can’t disqualify Zolton for not breaking the hold. This is kind of a catch-22.
*Page uses his free hand to grab the head of Z, digging his fingers into the bloody hole on Z’s head. Page digs his finger into the gash and starts clawing at it, ripping the head of Zolton more open and increasing the blood flow. Blood pours more profusely from the forehead of Z. Blood now covers both Z’s arms, Page’s arm and half of his head, along with all of Z’s face and torso as Page continues to dig into the head of Z.
Z fires a knee to the stomach of Page that stops the digging. Z fires another knee that is questionably low. Z then takes a step back and throws Page to the mat while keeping The Answer (Standing Arm Triangle) locked in. Ref Villano 16 is on the mat checking both men. *
Markson: Chris Page is about to get choked out.
Napier: NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
*Ref Villano 16 checks Page’s arm lifting it up and then dropping it and it falls. *
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*Ref Villano 16 checks Page’s arm lifting it up and then dropping it and it falls again. *
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*Ref Villano 16 checks Page’s arm lifting it up and then dropping it and as it falls Page stops before it hits the mat. Ref Villano 16 waves off the bell signaling it was only 2. Page starts trying to fight up, but Z switches his legs and comes up to a seated position, tightening the hold even more. Z squeezes as hard as he can tightening the choke on Page, and the pressure sends blood squirting from Z’s head across the mat. Z’s entire body appears to be covered in blood as he cranks on the choke trying to end Page. Referee Villano 16 jumps to his feet waving his hands and calling for the bell. *
Markson: ZOLTON JUST CHOKED CHRIS PAGE OUT!!!
Napier: NO! NO! NO!
*Referee Villano 16 begins speaking with Steve Cotton clarifying what happened and then begins calling for medics as Zolton releases his hold on Page and collapses to the mat with blood still pouring from his head. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… BY RESULTS OF REFEREE STOPPAGE… CHRIS PAGE!!!
Markson: I’m getting word that Referee Villano 16 stopped the match as Zolton had lost too much blood and could not safely continue.
Napier: YES! CHRIS PAGE HAS GOT HIS POUND OF FLESH!!!
Markson: It looked like Chris Page was unconscious to me.
Napier: Well it sounds like you are an idiot to me.
*Zolton tries standing up, but stumbles and falls down as blood continues to pour from his head. Medics come rushing down to the ring to check on Z, as Page pushes himself up to his knees. Page looks a bit confused, not knowing the match has ended. Referee Villano 16 raises Page’s hand and a wicked smile grows across the face of Page. The shot focuses on the evil smile of Page as the scene fades to black *
*The scene cuts to darkness. The voice of Mark Markson begins to echo through the void. *
Markson: Since 1979, one network has been the worldwide leader in sports broadcasting.
*The ESPN logo slowly fades from the darkness into the center of the screen. *
Napier: HE GOT HIM!
Markson: NO! ZOLTON KICKED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Napier: BULLSH*T!
Markson: You really think a match like this is ending with a sunset flip?
*Z and Page both roll to their feet at the same time. Page charges first and goes for a codebreaker, but Z catches Page’s legs and drops Page to the mat while still holding his legs. Z drops back and catapults Page. Page goes flying into the corner, over the turnbuckles, and hits the post. Page falls back onto the mat so hard that he lands on his head and the momentum carries him back over to his feet.
Z moves in on the staggering Page. Page throws a desperate haymaker, but Z ducks and catches Page in The Answer (Standing Arm Triangle). Page starts trying to fight it off, as Z squeezes tightly trying to choke Page out. Page uses his free hand to throw some hooks to the body of Z as he tries to break the hold. Z counters by powering Page back into the corner, taking away Page’s room to throw the punches. *
Napier: ROPE BREAK! BREAK THE HOLD REF!
Markson: Referee Villano 16 is trying to break the hold, but can’t disqualify Zolton for not breaking the hold. This is kind of a catch-22.
*Page uses his free hand to grab the head of Z, digging his fingers into the bloody hole on Z’s head. Page digs his finger into the gash and starts clawing at it, ripping the head of Zolton more open and increasing the blood flow. Blood pours more profusely from the forehead of Z. Blood now covers both Z’s arms, Page’s arm and half of his head, along with all of Z’s face and torso as Page continues to dig into the head of Z.
Z fires a knee to the stomach of Page that stops the digging. Z fires another knee that is questionably low. Z then takes a step back and throws Page to the mat while keeping The Answer (Standing Arm Triangle) locked in. Ref Villano 16 is on the mat checking both men. *
Markson: Chris Page is about to get choked out.
Napier: NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
*Ref Villano 16 checks Page’s arm lifting it up and then dropping it and it falls. *
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*Ref Villano 16 checks Page’s arm lifting it up and then dropping it and it falls again. *
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*Ref Villano 16 checks Page’s arm lifting it up and then dropping it and as it falls Page stops before it hits the mat. Ref Villano 16 waves off the bell signaling it was only 2. Page starts trying to fight up, but Z switches his legs and comes up to a seated position, tightening the hold even more. Z squeezes as hard as he can tightening the choke on Page, and the pressure sends blood squirting from Z’s head across the mat. Z’s entire body appears to be covered in blood as he cranks on the choke trying to end Page. Referee Villano 16 jumps to his feet waving his hands and calling for the bell. *
Markson: ZOLTON JUST CHOKED CHRIS PAGE OUT!!!
Napier: NO! NO! NO!
*Referee Villano 16 begins speaking with Steve Cotton clarifying what happened and then begins calling for medics as Zolton releases his hold on Page and collapses to the mat with blood still pouring from his head. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… BY RESULTS OF REFEREE STOPPAGE… CHRIS PAGE!!!
Markson: I’m getting word that Referee Villano 16 stopped the match as Zolton had lost too much blood and could not safely continue.
Napier: YES! CHRIS PAGE HAS GOT HIS POUND OF FLESH!!!
Markson: It looked like Chris Page was unconscious to me.
Napier: Well it sounds like you are an idiot to me.
*Zolton tries standing up, but stumbles and falls down as blood continues to pour from his head. Medics come rushing down to the ring to check on Z, as Page pushes himself up to his knees. Page looks a bit confused, not knowing the match has ended. Referee Villano 16 raises Page’s hand and a wicked smile grows across the face of Page. The shot focuses on the evil smile of Page as the scene fades to black *
*The scene cuts to darkness. The voice of Mark Markson begins to echo through the void. *
Markson: Since 1979, one network has been the worldwide leader in sports broadcasting.
*The ESPN logo slowly fades from the darkness into the center of the screen. *
Markson: Reaching over 72 million homes in 200 different countries. ESPN is the global leader in sports broadcasting.
*A lightning bolt flashes in from the corner of the screen, striking the ESPN logo and sending it into darkness. *
*A lightning bolt flashes in from the corner of the screen, striking the ESPN logo and sending it into darkness. *
Markson: Thunder Pro Wrestling, the fastest growing promotion in the sport of professional wrestling. Spanning coast to coast, and the Caribbean, they are quickly gaining ground, and a valid claim as the top professional wrestling company in the world.
*Lightning begins cracking across all parts of the screen until two bolts come together and when they touch reveal the new "Friday Night Fury" logo. *
Markson: Together Thunder Pro will grow into an international promotion and ESPN will broaden their content platform. Together ESPN and Thunder Pro Wrestling will form the perfect storm.
Beginning next Friday Night Fury, ESPN+ will be the exclusive home of THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!!!
*The scene fades from the new FNF logo to Steve Cotton standing in the ring to announce the next match. *
Beginning next Friday Night Fury, ESPN+ will be the exclusive home of THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!!!
*The scene fades from the new FNF logo to Steve Cotton standing in the ring to announce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is schedule for one fall with a 30 minute time limit…
*The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighting in at 255 pounds and standing at 6’ 4” tall… From Los Angeles, California, here is… Maxwell Mason Stone!
*The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.*
Markson: Mason Stone continues to struggle with his identity, not being able to shake off the remains of 999.
Napier: Nothing a good lobotomy won’t fix.
*Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *
Steve Cotton: …And his opponent.
*The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack play as the big man makes his way out. By his side is his agent, Kat Jones. The crowd is giving them a mixed reaction from the first sounds of his entrance. There are still more cheers than boos as he approaches the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Coming to the ring from Port Arthur, Texas… Weighting in at 280 pounds and standing at 6’6” tall… here is… “The Gentlemen Wolf” Mac Bane!
*They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring. *
Markson: Mac Bane is one of those guys that has a lot on his plate, and one has to wonder if his focus is solely on Max tonight, or is he too worried about Matt “The Raven” Knox.
Napier: Mac is a well versed multi-tasker and ass kicker. Don’t worry, he’ll give Max all the attention he desires, and then some.
*Finally, they reach the ring steps and make their way into the ring. Kat Jones stops Steve Cotton from going out and tells him to re-do the introduction. Cotton tries to argue but Kat is very persuasive. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen… I’ve been asked to reintroduce Mac Bane as…. “The Forever International Champion…” Mac Bane!
*Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises the IIW championship into the air with a big sarcastic smile on his face. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reached a crescendo. He looks at Stone who isn’t amused at all and its chomping at the bit to get his hands on Mac but the ref holds him back. *
Markson: Mac Bane promised he was going to bring the championship to the ring to add salt to the wound Max claims, he opened.
Napier: Mac is not one to care about titles that much, but if it bothers Stone so much that he has it, then you better believe he is going to flaunt it on his face.
*The ref for this one, “Mullet” Matthews, finally gets Stone back to his corner and calmed enough so he can call for the bell once he gets to the middle of the ring. As soon as it rings, Stone explodes out of the corner going after Mac but he saw him coming a mile away and simple drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. Stone kicks the bottom rope frustrated and tells him to get back in here but Bane waves him off on the outside as he goes to have a word with Kat. The ref tells Stone to back up and let him do his job and he reluctantly does. The ref begins to administer the ten count and Mac simply has a laugh with Kat. Stone isn’t having it and he shoves the ref out of the way and then steps in between the ropes and hops down to the outside where he spins Mac around but before he can do anything, Bane gives him a blatant thumb to the eye! Stone stumbles backwards holding his eye as the Mullet jumps to the outside and warns Bane who waves him off. Bane now moves in on Stone who is still recovering from the poke and nails him with a stiff right hand! Stone stumbles backwards but Bane follows through with a second hard shot! He shakes his hand and tells a fan ‘that was a good one’. He grabs Stone by his hair now and hits him with a side headbutt that drops stone to a sitting position against the guardrail. *
Markson: Maxwell’s emotions getting the best of him in the early going.
Napier: This is too easy for Mac, TOO EASY!
*Bane now takes a few steps back before charging at Stone, going for a swift kick to the chest but Stone catches his foot and shoves him back. As Bane stumbles backwards, Stone gets to his feet and moves in on him, kicking Bane in the mid-section. As Bane doubles over, Stone moves quickly now, hooking him for a suplex, he gets him up, no, Bane fights him off and shoves him. Bane then goes for another headbutt but Stone side steps this one and nails Bane on the side of the head with a forearm shot! That one dazes Mac as he stumbles away from Stone but he isn’t letting him go, grabbing him by his arm, turning him around and connecting with a stiff right hand of his own. Mac falls to the mat and then holds his jaw, not so much in pain but realizing just how much power Stone put behind that one. He gets to his feet only to eat another right hand and back down he goes! The Mullet pleads with both wrestlers to get back in the ring but both appear to be perfectly happy having it out on the outside for now. Stone now taunts Bane, tells him to get up and Mac, not one to back down from a fight gets up and then gets right on Stone’s face. *
Markson: Both of these men are technical wrestlers, but not tonight Napier, tonight, they’re here to fight!
Napier: That’s what they want, that’s what these fans want and that’s what I most definitely want. Let’s go!
*Stone asks him to hit him and Mac is happy to oblige, nailing him with a forearm shot! Stone returns it and the two begin to exchange hard blows much to the delight of the crowd! The only person not happy with this is Matthews, who starts the ten count he should have started a while ago. Bane gets the upper hand with a knee lift to Stone’s stomach that doubles him over. He then grabs Stone by his hair and whips him towards the steel steps, but Stone reverses it and sends Bane crashing against them instead! Stone now slides under the bottom rope, but only going in halfway to break the ref’s count before sliding back out. He then moves in on Bane, walking up to him as he is seating against the steel steps and nails him with a couple of kicks to the chest followed by another hard right hand to his forehead. Stone now picks up Mac and hooks him for a suplex again, this time being able to get him up but only for Mac to break free, falling behind him and shoving him towards the ring post! Stone hits hard and stumbles backwards right onto Mac who clotheslines him from behind, dropping him to the floor. Mac walks away from Stone now, taking a break as he holds his back in pain thanks to the steel steps. The Mullet reaches four on the count, but Mac pays him no mind. *
Markson: Let’s talk about the history between these two Napier, with Maxwell seemingly jealous of the red carpet that was rolled out for Mac in IIW and he not being allowed to fight MAC because being in separate title divisions…
Napier: I’m going to use a quote that Mac used in his promo: “Never cry over spilled milk — it could've been whiskey...” Max Stone should be happy that he didn’t have to fight Mac for the international championship… He should be happy he willingly gave the title up while he won another… If he would have fought Mac, he would have lost it straight up.
*Back to work Mac goes, grabbing Stone who was starting to get up on his own. He turns him around and scoops him up for a slam, but instead drops him chest first across the guard rail! The fans on the front row boo him loudly and say some not so nice thing but Mac just laughs it off. He kicks Stone a few times while he is down before bringing him back up, scooping him up and dropping him across the guard rail a second time! Stone is in serious pain now, holding his chest which has some red welts already forming on it. Bane walks away from him, heading for the timekeeper’s table and grabs his IIW International title. He then brings it over and squats right in front of Stone and shoves the title on his face. “Isn’t this what you wanted?! Isn’t this that I don’t deserve?! Thought you were going to beat me and take it?! Well come on Maxwell! Don’t you have the ‘stones’ to take it? Maybe we need to get 999 out here huh?” The ref has seen enough and jumps to the outside and yanks the title away from Bane who isn’t too happy with the ref’s interference. The ref goes to put the belt away and Mac uses the opportunity to bring Stone to his feet and whips him towards the guardrail, no, reversal and Stone puts all his force behind him and throws Mac against the rail so hard that Mac flips over them and falls on top of some fans. *
Markson: Looks like 999 did come out!
Napier: No-no, we don’t need that guy out here… Stone’s shrink should be fired, clearly those sessions ain’t working!
*Stone looks angry now as he moves in on Bane, reaching over the guard rail and pulling Bane up by his hair. He then hooks him for a suplex and this time he gets him up and suplexes him back into the ring area! The Mullet is back inside the ring where he has started the ten count. Max doesn’t seem to care, as he mounts Bane and now begins to pummel him with hard right hands on his forehead while yelling at him… “You’re only champion because I allowed it! Because I moved on to bigger things! Without me, there is no you in IIW!” Stone gets off Mac now and brings him to his feet only to toss him back inside the ring. Max goes in himself and the ref breathes a sigh of relief, finally having the match back inside. Stone picks up Bane now and whips him towards the ropes; Bane bounces off and Stone backs up until he is near the ropes and then back body drops Bane back to the outside! Mac can’t hang on to anything and lands flat, hard on his back! The Mullet curses as Stone steps in between the ropes to the apron. He then walks over towards the ring post furthest away from where Mac is slowly getting to his feet. He waits for the right moment, then takes a running start, jumps off and as Mac turns to face him, he connects with a flying cross body block! *
Markson: Both of these wrestlers are mat technicians but Maxwell does have a couple of moves like that one in his arsenal.
Napier: Well he’s going to need them and a lot more. Remember what Mac said, this is Stone’s chance to prove he belongs in the ring with Mac.
*Mason picks up steam now, grabbing Bane by his hair and tosses him back inside the ring. He goes in himself, picks Bane up again and whips him hard to the corner. Bane hits back first and Stone charges at him and delivers a flying knee strike! Bane stumbles out of the corner and falls flat on his face and Stone quickly moves in, flipping the big man over and making the first pin attempt of the match.*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out!!!*
*Stone sits up Bane now and applies a reverse chin lock, but Bane isn’t interested in getting worn out and he fights Stone’s hold, making it to his feet and Stone turns it into a tight headlock. Bane delivers some forearm shots to the back of Stone and then to the midsection, but Stone won’t let go. Bane then tries to push him off, send him to the ropes but again Stone hangs on and drops to his knees. The Mullet now asks Bane if he gives up but obviously Bane doesn’t, waving him off and then gets back to his feet while still doubled over from the headlock. He throws a few more forearms but Stone is not letting go off the hold so Bane, in a desperation move, he wraps his arms around Stone and grunts loudly as he lifts Stone up and drops him with a side suplex! The hold is broken and Bane rolls away from Stone and then slides to the outside, where he takes a breather. *
Markson: Stone talks about having problems with groups, with cliques… In IIW he dealt with Mecca, here in TPW he is dealing with The Cabal… The common thread? Mac Bane, whom he blames for everything.
Napier: Again, what a baby. Imagine going to therapies just because you’re mad at the popular kids… Because that’s all this is Markson, he’s mad, no one is picking him to be in their team. He’s the fat, snot-nosed kid nobody wants to pick at the end.
*Max sits up and looks at Bane sucking wind outside and smiles. He gets to his feet and walks over, grabbing Bane by his hair and pulling him up to the apron. No, Bane breaks free, grabs Stone by his head and then drops to the outside, snapping Stone’s head on the top rope! Stones falls backwards hard holding his neck in pain and Mac slides back inside the ring, his stamina building back up. Bane walks up to Stone who is down in all fours and delivers some stiff kicks to his mid-section. He then brings him back up and delivers some stiff strikes before whipping Mason towards the ropes. Mason bounces off and Mac nails him with a big boot to the face! Bane now bounces himself off the ropes, measures Stone for a quick second before dropping a fist on his forehead! Bane now makes his first attempt of the night, but he only gets a one. He nods approvingly as he goes back to work, getting to his feet and bringing Stone to his. He whips him towards the ropes now, Stone bounces off and Bane nails him with a discus punch! Stone drops hard and is motionless. Bane smiles and attempts the pin, but not bothering to hook the legs. *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out!!!*
Markson: What’s Mac smiling about there Napier?
Napier: Well as you saw the beginning on the outside, he wants to see a fight out of Maxwell.. He wants to see if really has that fight him. He might not have believed him at the beginning, he may be starting to believe now.
*Bane goes back on the attack, not letting the kick outs bother him. He leaves Stone laying on the mat while he bounces himself of the ropes again and this time drops a knee right across Stone’s throat! The ref gives him a warning but Stone again brushes him off. He mounts Stone now and begins to punch him with rights and lefts which Stone tries to block but some do find their mark. Mac again makes a pin but again Stone kicks out, this time after two… Bane gets to his feet and brings Stone to his before whipping him towards the ropes. Stones bounces off and Mac nails him with a kick to the mid-section, no, Stone catches his foot and then spins him around by it. After doing a full circle Stone is the one that kicks him in the mid-section, hooks him and drops him with a desperation DDT! Both wrestlers are down now, and Stone begins to slap the mat, hoping to get the fans behind him. They oblige the fan favorite by starting to clap in unison. Kat Jones tells the fans to shut up but that only makes them clap louder. Stone raises his arms making fists and then kips up causing the crowd to roar loudly. He then brings Mac to his feet and then lifts him across his body before delivering a fall-away slam! *
Markson: Maxwell finding that fighting spirit!
Napier: Yeah, but is it his spirit, or 999’s?!
*Stone doesn’t go for the pin after sending Bane flying across the ring, instead, he brings him back up but only for Bane to rake his eyes, blinding him momentarily. Before The Mullet says something to him, Bane tells him “don’t!” he moves in on Stone and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by Stone. Bane bounces off and Stone grabs him, lifts him and then delivers an inverted atomic drop! Bane doubles over in pain and Stone hooks him between his legs before lifting him up for a pilederiver! He delivers it! The crowd jumps to their feet and are cheering loudly as Stone makes the pin, hooking both legs! *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*And Kat Jones jumps on the apron interrupting the count! The ref tells her to get down but Kat Jones is arguing something, clearly just stalling and Stone turns and sees her and he jumps to his feet. He makes his way over and pushes the ref out of the way and then takes a swing at her, causing her to jump off the apron and fall to the floor. Stone tells her to stay out of it and then goes to work on Bane, bringing him to his feet but Mac surprises him, The Mullet and everyone by hooking Stone with an inside cradle!*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Th… Kick out!*
*Both wrestlers get to their feet but Mac surprisingly is a step faster and drops Stone with a toe hold. He then quickly jumps on top, wrapping his legs and applying the calf crushes he calls “Branded!”*
Markson: Mac with his submission finisher on Maxwell, seemingly out of no where!
Napier: Mac promised to hurt Max badly, he told him to make sure his family is taken care of after this match.. This is where the promise begins to materialized itself, he’s going to snap his leg off!
*The ref is on Max’s face, asking him if he gives up but he doesn’t answer, instead just holds his hair and face in agony. Mac pulls back hard on the leg at the same time as he shakes the cobwebs from the piledriver. The ref again asks Stone if he gives up and this time he answers with a resounding no! He pumps his arm, asking for the fan’s energy and the fans again respond positively. He begins to drag his body, and Mac’s across the ring, hoping to get to the bottom rope. Bane tries to twist his leg and pulls every which way but Stone is determined to get to the bottom rope. He is almost there, inches away, no! Bane breaks the hold briefly only to drag Stone back to the middle of the ring and applies the Branded again! The ref is on Stone’s face again, asking him if he gives up.. he’s contemplating it… He raises his hand to tap, the crowd gasp in horror and then start chanting: “NO! NO! NO!” Stone taps! No, he holds his hand and instead, somehow contorts his body so he is able to reach back and grab Bane by his neck and apply a single arm choke. The ref warns him as it’s a blatant choke, but since Mac is not letting go, he isn’t either! The ref administers the 5 count and Bane is forced to release his hold as his face was turning blue, so Stone releases his as well just before the ref calls for a DQ.*
Markson: I don’t know how Maxwell got out of that one but he did, and the match continues!
Napier: Why do you mean you don’t know?! He clearly just cheated right now! He should be DQ’ed, this match should be over right now!
*Stone crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up while Bane sits up, checking his throat before getting to his feet. Kat Jones comes back in the picture and slides Bane a steel chair, but the ref sees it. Bane gets up holding the chair and the ref warns him not to do it and takes it away. While he goes to put it away, Kat Jones now throws the international title at Mac Bane! He catches it and then goes to hit Stone but Stone sees him coming and delivers a knee to his mid-section. Stone then continues to strike Mac in the mid-section causing him to drop the title. Kat sensing the reversal of fortune jumps on the apron and tries to tell the ref Stone has the title! The ref argues with her, telling her to get down with is back to Stone who grabs the title and appears to be arguing with himself about using it. The crowd is urging him on but he drops the title on the mat, looking like he chooses not to use it and then hooks Mac by his waist while doubled over. He then lifts him up and drops him with Momenta Axis…. onto the title!!! He quickly gets it out from underneath Mac and throws it to the outside and then flips Mac over and pins him, hooking both legs and then yells at the Mullet. Kat grabs Matthews but he manages to break free, turns and sees the pin! He slides over, checks the shoulders and counts! *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*THREE!!!*
*The bell rings.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… MAXWELL MASON STONE!
Markson: Max Stone has done it! He’s defeated Mac Bane!
Napier: He didn’t beat him, he cheated him! He used the title!
*Kat pulls Mac to the outside as Stone stumbles to his feet and hops in place, clearly still feeling the effects of Mac’s submission. The ref raises his arm in victory and the crowd cheers loudly. *
Markson: Yeah, the title that Mac Bane brought to match! He didn’t have to do that, that belt is not sanctioned here!
Napier: This is a travesty… Clearly Stone is still 999, that cheating brute!
Markson: You do have to wonder if 999 played a part in this, and if the title is the proverbial “hammer” 999 wanted Stone to use all along.
*The scene fades from MMS hobbling up the ramp with his arms raised to the backstage area, *
*The arena lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighting in at 255 pounds and standing at 6’ 4” tall… From Los Angeles, California, here is… Maxwell Mason Stone!
*The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.*
Markson: Mason Stone continues to struggle with his identity, not being able to shake off the remains of 999.
Napier: Nothing a good lobotomy won’t fix.
*Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *
Steve Cotton: …And his opponent.
*The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack play as the big man makes his way out. By his side is his agent, Kat Jones. The crowd is giving them a mixed reaction from the first sounds of his entrance. There are still more cheers than boos as he approaches the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Coming to the ring from Port Arthur, Texas… Weighting in at 280 pounds and standing at 6’6” tall… here is… “The Gentlemen Wolf” Mac Bane!
*They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring. *
Markson: Mac Bane is one of those guys that has a lot on his plate, and one has to wonder if his focus is solely on Max tonight, or is he too worried about Matt “The Raven” Knox.
Napier: Mac is a well versed multi-tasker and ass kicker. Don’t worry, he’ll give Max all the attention he desires, and then some.
*Finally, they reach the ring steps and make their way into the ring. Kat Jones stops Steve Cotton from going out and tells him to re-do the introduction. Cotton tries to argue but Kat is very persuasive. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen… I’ve been asked to reintroduce Mac Bane as…. “The Forever International Champion…” Mac Bane!
*Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises the IIW championship into the air with a big sarcastic smile on his face. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reached a crescendo. He looks at Stone who isn’t amused at all and its chomping at the bit to get his hands on Mac but the ref holds him back. *
Markson: Mac Bane promised he was going to bring the championship to the ring to add salt to the wound Max claims, he opened.
Napier: Mac is not one to care about titles that much, but if it bothers Stone so much that he has it, then you better believe he is going to flaunt it on his face.
*The ref for this one, “Mullet” Matthews, finally gets Stone back to his corner and calmed enough so he can call for the bell once he gets to the middle of the ring. As soon as it rings, Stone explodes out of the corner going after Mac but he saw him coming a mile away and simple drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. Stone kicks the bottom rope frustrated and tells him to get back in here but Bane waves him off on the outside as he goes to have a word with Kat. The ref tells Stone to back up and let him do his job and he reluctantly does. The ref begins to administer the ten count and Mac simply has a laugh with Kat. Stone isn’t having it and he shoves the ref out of the way and then steps in between the ropes and hops down to the outside where he spins Mac around but before he can do anything, Bane gives him a blatant thumb to the eye! Stone stumbles backwards holding his eye as the Mullet jumps to the outside and warns Bane who waves him off. Bane now moves in on Stone who is still recovering from the poke and nails him with a stiff right hand! Stone stumbles backwards but Bane follows through with a second hard shot! He shakes his hand and tells a fan ‘that was a good one’. He grabs Stone by his hair now and hits him with a side headbutt that drops stone to a sitting position against the guardrail. *
Markson: Maxwell’s emotions getting the best of him in the early going.
Napier: This is too easy for Mac, TOO EASY!
*Bane now takes a few steps back before charging at Stone, going for a swift kick to the chest but Stone catches his foot and shoves him back. As Bane stumbles backwards, Stone gets to his feet and moves in on him, kicking Bane in the mid-section. As Bane doubles over, Stone moves quickly now, hooking him for a suplex, he gets him up, no, Bane fights him off and shoves him. Bane then goes for another headbutt but Stone side steps this one and nails Bane on the side of the head with a forearm shot! That one dazes Mac as he stumbles away from Stone but he isn’t letting him go, grabbing him by his arm, turning him around and connecting with a stiff right hand of his own. Mac falls to the mat and then holds his jaw, not so much in pain but realizing just how much power Stone put behind that one. He gets to his feet only to eat another right hand and back down he goes! The Mullet pleads with both wrestlers to get back in the ring but both appear to be perfectly happy having it out on the outside for now. Stone now taunts Bane, tells him to get up and Mac, not one to back down from a fight gets up and then gets right on Stone’s face. *
Markson: Both of these men are technical wrestlers, but not tonight Napier, tonight, they’re here to fight!
Napier: That’s what they want, that’s what these fans want and that’s what I most definitely want. Let’s go!
*Stone asks him to hit him and Mac is happy to oblige, nailing him with a forearm shot! Stone returns it and the two begin to exchange hard blows much to the delight of the crowd! The only person not happy with this is Matthews, who starts the ten count he should have started a while ago. Bane gets the upper hand with a knee lift to Stone’s stomach that doubles him over. He then grabs Stone by his hair and whips him towards the steel steps, but Stone reverses it and sends Bane crashing against them instead! Stone now slides under the bottom rope, but only going in halfway to break the ref’s count before sliding back out. He then moves in on Bane, walking up to him as he is seating against the steel steps and nails him with a couple of kicks to the chest followed by another hard right hand to his forehead. Stone now picks up Mac and hooks him for a suplex again, this time being able to get him up but only for Mac to break free, falling behind him and shoving him towards the ring post! Stone hits hard and stumbles backwards right onto Mac who clotheslines him from behind, dropping him to the floor. Mac walks away from Stone now, taking a break as he holds his back in pain thanks to the steel steps. The Mullet reaches four on the count, but Mac pays him no mind. *
Markson: Let’s talk about the history between these two Napier, with Maxwell seemingly jealous of the red carpet that was rolled out for Mac in IIW and he not being allowed to fight MAC because being in separate title divisions…
Napier: I’m going to use a quote that Mac used in his promo: “Never cry over spilled milk — it could've been whiskey...” Max Stone should be happy that he didn’t have to fight Mac for the international championship… He should be happy he willingly gave the title up while he won another… If he would have fought Mac, he would have lost it straight up.
*Back to work Mac goes, grabbing Stone who was starting to get up on his own. He turns him around and scoops him up for a slam, but instead drops him chest first across the guard rail! The fans on the front row boo him loudly and say some not so nice thing but Mac just laughs it off. He kicks Stone a few times while he is down before bringing him back up, scooping him up and dropping him across the guard rail a second time! Stone is in serious pain now, holding his chest which has some red welts already forming on it. Bane walks away from him, heading for the timekeeper’s table and grabs his IIW International title. He then brings it over and squats right in front of Stone and shoves the title on his face. “Isn’t this what you wanted?! Isn’t this that I don’t deserve?! Thought you were going to beat me and take it?! Well come on Maxwell! Don’t you have the ‘stones’ to take it? Maybe we need to get 999 out here huh?” The ref has seen enough and jumps to the outside and yanks the title away from Bane who isn’t too happy with the ref’s interference. The ref goes to put the belt away and Mac uses the opportunity to bring Stone to his feet and whips him towards the guardrail, no, reversal and Stone puts all his force behind him and throws Mac against the rail so hard that Mac flips over them and falls on top of some fans. *
Markson: Looks like 999 did come out!
Napier: No-no, we don’t need that guy out here… Stone’s shrink should be fired, clearly those sessions ain’t working!
*Stone looks angry now as he moves in on Bane, reaching over the guard rail and pulling Bane up by his hair. He then hooks him for a suplex and this time he gets him up and suplexes him back into the ring area! The Mullet is back inside the ring where he has started the ten count. Max doesn’t seem to care, as he mounts Bane and now begins to pummel him with hard right hands on his forehead while yelling at him… “You’re only champion because I allowed it! Because I moved on to bigger things! Without me, there is no you in IIW!” Stone gets off Mac now and brings him to his feet only to toss him back inside the ring. Max goes in himself and the ref breathes a sigh of relief, finally having the match back inside. Stone picks up Bane now and whips him towards the ropes; Bane bounces off and Stone backs up until he is near the ropes and then back body drops Bane back to the outside! Mac can’t hang on to anything and lands flat, hard on his back! The Mullet curses as Stone steps in between the ropes to the apron. He then walks over towards the ring post furthest away from where Mac is slowly getting to his feet. He waits for the right moment, then takes a running start, jumps off and as Mac turns to face him, he connects with a flying cross body block! *
Markson: Both of these wrestlers are mat technicians but Maxwell does have a couple of moves like that one in his arsenal.
Napier: Well he’s going to need them and a lot more. Remember what Mac said, this is Stone’s chance to prove he belongs in the ring with Mac.
*Mason picks up steam now, grabbing Bane by his hair and tosses him back inside the ring. He goes in himself, picks Bane up again and whips him hard to the corner. Bane hits back first and Stone charges at him and delivers a flying knee strike! Bane stumbles out of the corner and falls flat on his face and Stone quickly moves in, flipping the big man over and making the first pin attempt of the match.*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out!!!*
*Stone sits up Bane now and applies a reverse chin lock, but Bane isn’t interested in getting worn out and he fights Stone’s hold, making it to his feet and Stone turns it into a tight headlock. Bane delivers some forearm shots to the back of Stone and then to the midsection, but Stone won’t let go. Bane then tries to push him off, send him to the ropes but again Stone hangs on and drops to his knees. The Mullet now asks Bane if he gives up but obviously Bane doesn’t, waving him off and then gets back to his feet while still doubled over from the headlock. He throws a few more forearms but Stone is not letting go off the hold so Bane, in a desperation move, he wraps his arms around Stone and grunts loudly as he lifts Stone up and drops him with a side suplex! The hold is broken and Bane rolls away from Stone and then slides to the outside, where he takes a breather. *
Markson: Stone talks about having problems with groups, with cliques… In IIW he dealt with Mecca, here in TPW he is dealing with The Cabal… The common thread? Mac Bane, whom he blames for everything.
Napier: Again, what a baby. Imagine going to therapies just because you’re mad at the popular kids… Because that’s all this is Markson, he’s mad, no one is picking him to be in their team. He’s the fat, snot-nosed kid nobody wants to pick at the end.
*Max sits up and looks at Bane sucking wind outside and smiles. He gets to his feet and walks over, grabbing Bane by his hair and pulling him up to the apron. No, Bane breaks free, grabs Stone by his head and then drops to the outside, snapping Stone’s head on the top rope! Stones falls backwards hard holding his neck in pain and Mac slides back inside the ring, his stamina building back up. Bane walks up to Stone who is down in all fours and delivers some stiff kicks to his mid-section. He then brings him back up and delivers some stiff strikes before whipping Mason towards the ropes. Mason bounces off and Mac nails him with a big boot to the face! Bane now bounces himself off the ropes, measures Stone for a quick second before dropping a fist on his forehead! Bane now makes his first attempt of the night, but he only gets a one. He nods approvingly as he goes back to work, getting to his feet and bringing Stone to his. He whips him towards the ropes now, Stone bounces off and Bane nails him with a discus punch! Stone drops hard and is motionless. Bane smiles and attempts the pin, but not bothering to hook the legs. *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out!!!*
Markson: What’s Mac smiling about there Napier?
Napier: Well as you saw the beginning on the outside, he wants to see a fight out of Maxwell.. He wants to see if really has that fight him. He might not have believed him at the beginning, he may be starting to believe now.
*Bane goes back on the attack, not letting the kick outs bother him. He leaves Stone laying on the mat while he bounces himself of the ropes again and this time drops a knee right across Stone’s throat! The ref gives him a warning but Stone again brushes him off. He mounts Stone now and begins to punch him with rights and lefts which Stone tries to block but some do find their mark. Mac again makes a pin but again Stone kicks out, this time after two… Bane gets to his feet and brings Stone to his before whipping him towards the ropes. Stones bounces off and Mac nails him with a kick to the mid-section, no, Stone catches his foot and then spins him around by it. After doing a full circle Stone is the one that kicks him in the mid-section, hooks him and drops him with a desperation DDT! Both wrestlers are down now, and Stone begins to slap the mat, hoping to get the fans behind him. They oblige the fan favorite by starting to clap in unison. Kat Jones tells the fans to shut up but that only makes them clap louder. Stone raises his arms making fists and then kips up causing the crowd to roar loudly. He then brings Mac to his feet and then lifts him across his body before delivering a fall-away slam! *
Markson: Maxwell finding that fighting spirit!
Napier: Yeah, but is it his spirit, or 999’s?!
*Stone doesn’t go for the pin after sending Bane flying across the ring, instead, he brings him back up but only for Bane to rake his eyes, blinding him momentarily. Before The Mullet says something to him, Bane tells him “don’t!” he moves in on Stone and whips him towards the ropes, no, reversal by Stone. Bane bounces off and Stone grabs him, lifts him and then delivers an inverted atomic drop! Bane doubles over in pain and Stone hooks him between his legs before lifting him up for a pilederiver! He delivers it! The crowd jumps to their feet and are cheering loudly as Stone makes the pin, hooking both legs! *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*And Kat Jones jumps on the apron interrupting the count! The ref tells her to get down but Kat Jones is arguing something, clearly just stalling and Stone turns and sees her and he jumps to his feet. He makes his way over and pushes the ref out of the way and then takes a swing at her, causing her to jump off the apron and fall to the floor. Stone tells her to stay out of it and then goes to work on Bane, bringing him to his feet but Mac surprises him, The Mullet and everyone by hooking Stone with an inside cradle!*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Th… Kick out!*
*Both wrestlers get to their feet but Mac surprisingly is a step faster and drops Stone with a toe hold. He then quickly jumps on top, wrapping his legs and applying the calf crushes he calls “Branded!”*
Markson: Mac with his submission finisher on Maxwell, seemingly out of no where!
Napier: Mac promised to hurt Max badly, he told him to make sure his family is taken care of after this match.. This is where the promise begins to materialized itself, he’s going to snap his leg off!
*The ref is on Max’s face, asking him if he gives up but he doesn’t answer, instead just holds his hair and face in agony. Mac pulls back hard on the leg at the same time as he shakes the cobwebs from the piledriver. The ref again asks Stone if he gives up and this time he answers with a resounding no! He pumps his arm, asking for the fan’s energy and the fans again respond positively. He begins to drag his body, and Mac’s across the ring, hoping to get to the bottom rope. Bane tries to twist his leg and pulls every which way but Stone is determined to get to the bottom rope. He is almost there, inches away, no! Bane breaks the hold briefly only to drag Stone back to the middle of the ring and applies the Branded again! The ref is on Stone’s face again, asking him if he gives up.. he’s contemplating it… He raises his hand to tap, the crowd gasp in horror and then start chanting: “NO! NO! NO!” Stone taps! No, he holds his hand and instead, somehow contorts his body so he is able to reach back and grab Bane by his neck and apply a single arm choke. The ref warns him as it’s a blatant choke, but since Mac is not letting go, he isn’t either! The ref administers the 5 count and Bane is forced to release his hold as his face was turning blue, so Stone releases his as well just before the ref calls for a DQ.*
Markson: I don’t know how Maxwell got out of that one but he did, and the match continues!
Napier: Why do you mean you don’t know?! He clearly just cheated right now! He should be DQ’ed, this match should be over right now!
*Stone crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up while Bane sits up, checking his throat before getting to his feet. Kat Jones comes back in the picture and slides Bane a steel chair, but the ref sees it. Bane gets up holding the chair and the ref warns him not to do it and takes it away. While he goes to put it away, Kat Jones now throws the international title at Mac Bane! He catches it and then goes to hit Stone but Stone sees him coming and delivers a knee to his mid-section. Stone then continues to strike Mac in the mid-section causing him to drop the title. Kat sensing the reversal of fortune jumps on the apron and tries to tell the ref Stone has the title! The ref argues with her, telling her to get down with is back to Stone who grabs the title and appears to be arguing with himself about using it. The crowd is urging him on but he drops the title on the mat, looking like he chooses not to use it and then hooks Mac by his waist while doubled over. He then lifts him up and drops him with Momenta Axis…. onto the title!!! He quickly gets it out from underneath Mac and throws it to the outside and then flips Mac over and pins him, hooking both legs and then yells at the Mullet. Kat grabs Matthews but he manages to break free, turns and sees the pin! He slides over, checks the shoulders and counts! *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*THREE!!!*
*The bell rings.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… MAXWELL MASON STONE!
Markson: Max Stone has done it! He’s defeated Mac Bane!
Napier: He didn’t beat him, he cheated him! He used the title!
*Kat pulls Mac to the outside as Stone stumbles to his feet and hops in place, clearly still feeling the effects of Mac’s submission. The ref raises his arm in victory and the crowd cheers loudly. *
Markson: Yeah, the title that Mac Bane brought to match! He didn’t have to do that, that belt is not sanctioned here!
Napier: This is a travesty… Clearly Stone is still 999, that cheating brute!
Markson: You do have to wonder if 999 played a part in this, and if the title is the proverbial “hammer” 999 wanted Stone to use all along.
*The scene fades from MMS hobbling up the ramp with his arms raised to the backstage area, *
*Sandy Marshall, Alexander’s daughter, and TPW’s interviewer extraordinaire, works her way past a row of flight cases along the tarmac inner ring, before coming to a low metal door. Pushing it open, the camera following her in, we see that one garage - still with its telltale smell of engine oil and grease - has been quickly converted into a medical room. Three clean white cots, separated by chests of drawers stuffed with pill bottles and bandages, line one wall, while a bed in the centre of the room has blue paper laid out and a harsh white light overhead for examinations.
On the bed sits Ava Arthur, legs swung over one side, wincing slightly as a brunette medical assistant with a long ponytail feels her left shoulder, wiping away sweat with latex gloves. She doesn’t seem happy to be waiting here, instead of being out warming up for the title match, but she’s not stupid either - better safe than sorry. The good news - for Ava’s fans at least - is that it doesn’t look dislocated, though a healthy bruise is clearly forming. That’s gonna hurt in the morning…
Ava looks up in exasperation as the door swings shut behind Sandy, but her expression quickly switches to a half smile, half-smirk as she sees who it is (and that there’s a camera following her.) Sandy looks at the assistant - she nods, and Sandy approaches. She almost feels like she should bend down, standing about a head taller than Ava. *
SANDY MARSHALL: Ava, we all saw what happened out there. The Thunderamaniacs are worrying this means we won’t see you in action tonight. What’s the news from the doctors?
AVA ARTHUR: Hey, Sandy. Good to-
*She winces as she uses the injured arm to push herself to her feet - the assistant and Sandy both half-raise a hand to stop her, but she shakes her head. *
AVA ARTHUR: Good to see you, girl. This? This is nothing. I bet your daddy’s really hoping I was gonna throw in the towel, but a little bruise isn’t going to stop me. Not when I’ve come this far.
SANDY MARSHALL: But aren’t you worried Vaughn will use it against you?
*Ava laughs, and winks at her. *
AVA ARTHUR: He can try. I’d be disappointed if he didn’t. But no, girl. This is my time. I’d step into that cage with a broken leg if I had to, because I earned this shot against twenty-nine others, and I’m not throwing that away. Not for anything.
*She gestures for the mic, which Sandy obligingly hands her. The camera drifts closer, focusing tight on Ava as she turns to face it, staring straight down the barrel. *
AVA ARTHUR: So two messages. One for the Thunderamaniacs out there - don’t worry about me, I’ll see you very soon, and we can celebrate together. And two, for Petey - enjoy your last few moments with the title. Your interference couldn’t stop me. An injured arm couldn’t stop me. Nothing’s going to stand in the way of my victory, tonight. Kiss the belt goodbye, and get ready to be hurt. See you soon.
On the bed sits Ava Arthur, legs swung over one side, wincing slightly as a brunette medical assistant with a long ponytail feels her left shoulder, wiping away sweat with latex gloves. She doesn’t seem happy to be waiting here, instead of being out warming up for the title match, but she’s not stupid either - better safe than sorry. The good news - for Ava’s fans at least - is that it doesn’t look dislocated, though a healthy bruise is clearly forming. That’s gonna hurt in the morning…
Ava looks up in exasperation as the door swings shut behind Sandy, but her expression quickly switches to a half smile, half-smirk as she sees who it is (and that there’s a camera following her.) Sandy looks at the assistant - she nods, and Sandy approaches. She almost feels like she should bend down, standing about a head taller than Ava. *
SANDY MARSHALL: Ava, we all saw what happened out there. The Thunderamaniacs are worrying this means we won’t see you in action tonight. What’s the news from the doctors?
AVA ARTHUR: Hey, Sandy. Good to-
*She winces as she uses the injured arm to push herself to her feet - the assistant and Sandy both half-raise a hand to stop her, but she shakes her head. *
AVA ARTHUR: Good to see you, girl. This? This is nothing. I bet your daddy’s really hoping I was gonna throw in the towel, but a little bruise isn’t going to stop me. Not when I’ve come this far.
SANDY MARSHALL: But aren’t you worried Vaughn will use it against you?
*Ava laughs, and winks at her. *
AVA ARTHUR: He can try. I’d be disappointed if he didn’t. But no, girl. This is my time. I’d step into that cage with a broken leg if I had to, because I earned this shot against twenty-nine others, and I’m not throwing that away. Not for anything.
*She gestures for the mic, which Sandy obligingly hands her. The camera drifts closer, focusing tight on Ava as she turns to face it, staring straight down the barrel. *
AVA ARTHUR: So two messages. One for the Thunderamaniacs out there - don’t worry about me, I’ll see you very soon, and we can celebrate together. And two, for Petey - enjoy your last few moments with the title. Your interference couldn’t stop me. An injured arm couldn’t stop me. Nothing’s going to stand in the way of my victory, tonight. Kiss the belt goodbye, and get ready to be hurt. See you soon.
*The shot fades from Ava's determined face and back to the ring where Steve Cotton is ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The next contest is the Claim The Fame Match!!!
*The crowd pops, knowing this one could be the craziest match of the night, and that’s saying something considering what’s already gone down.*
Steve Cotton: This match will have no time limit, and will only end when one competitor is able to climb up to the top of the Terry-Tron and claim the briefcase hanging above, guaranteeing them a championship shot of their choice!
*Spotlights come on, illuminating the briefcase hanging far above. We can see a series of ladders and tables placed around it on the platform, right at the top of the Terry-Tron. To anyone with a fear of heights, this is possibly the most terrifying environment possible. To wrestling fans all over, this is going to be a rollercoaster ride.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing the first competitor, standing 5’4” and weighing 125 lbs, accompanied by her tag-team partner, Claudia Frost… “You Already Know It’s” DELIA BLACK!!!
*The crowd pops, knowing this one could be the craziest match of the night, and that’s saying something considering what’s already gone down.*
Steve Cotton: This match will have no time limit, and will only end when one competitor is able to climb up to the top of the Terry-Tron and claim the briefcase hanging above, guaranteeing them a championship shot of their choice!
*Spotlights come on, illuminating the briefcase hanging far above. We can see a series of ladders and tables placed around it on the platform, right at the top of the Terry-Tron. To anyone with a fear of heights, this is possibly the most terrifying environment possible. To wrestling fans all over, this is going to be a rollercoaster ride.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing the first competitor, standing 5’4” and weighing 125 lbs, accompanied by her tag-team partner, Claudia Frost… “You Already Know It’s” DELIA BLACK!!!
Dim those lights, and kick in the mf’ing synth-pop.
*The Terry-tron shows still images of the both members of the Influence, Delia Black and Claudia Frost across the screen flashing in rapid succession as Real Life’s “Send Me An Angel” continues to play out over the racetrack. The images show both members dressed in a white, praying or simply having halos shining above their heads. *
# Do you believe in heaven above? #
# Do you believe in love? #
*Two bright white light spotlights hit the entrance ramp which lit up the actual duo of Delia Black and Claudia Frost who are both wearing a pair of angel’s wings. They also wear long white robes, ones you might expect to see in a church choir on a Sunday afternoon. As the tune continues to play out over the speedway the duo begin to head towards the ring, Claudia can't help but help herself as she passes one of the various race cars to take a moment and attempt to honk the horn. Delia, on the other hand, makes her way to the last racecar and climbs up onto the hood and as she begins to peel her robe and wings off the spotlight turns from white to a more sinister red color. The theme begins to fade as Delia and Claudia share some last minute strategy as Delia makes her way up into the ring. *
Markson: Delia Black is hoping to take a similar trajectory to Ava Arthur tonight, as she could make a huge move in the singles ranks with a victory here tonight.
Napier: Maybe, Mark. But that briefcase can be used for any championship, including the Duos Titles. So there’s no guarantee that Black will use this outside The Influence if she wins.
Markson: I do have to say, both members of the Influence are sporting a different hairstyle tonight.
Napier: Sweet bangs.
*The ThunderTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. “Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress)” by The Hollies starts to play. The lights begin to flicker dark purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder as the crucifix 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…
//Saturday night I was down town
Working for the F.B.I.
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high
Boot legging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the D.A. man
When I heard this woman singing a song\\
*The name Veronica Cain in large font starts to flash in silver 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…
//A pair of forty fives made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a five nine
Beautiful
Tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
Cause that long cool woman had it all.\\
*A spotlight hits the entrance way as Ronnie steps out on stage, hands on her hips, her hair slicked back with water, sneer across her lips. She starts to strut down to the ring, in brand new ring of black pants, with purple scorpions on the outer parts of her hips, and a black leather crop top with the crisscrossed lace across her cleavage up to her neck underneath a black leather jacket with no sleeves and a scorpion with her crucifix on the back of it.*
Steve Cotton: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada…
*"The Scorpion" Ronnie Cain stares down all her opponents and looks back up at the briefcase before continuing to the ring.*
//Saw her heading to the table
Well a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said "I hope that you're able
Boy"
Well
I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well suddenly we heard a siren
And every body started to run
A jumping out of doors and tables
Well I heard somebody shooting a gun.\\
*Cain walks up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.*
//Well the D.A. was pumping my left hand
And a she a holding my right
And I told her don't get scared
Cause you're gonna be spared
I gotta be forgiven
If I want to spend my living with\\
Steve Cotton: She is the Future Matriarch of the Strader Family…
*Strader stands centre of the ring.*
//A long cool woman in a black dress
Just a five nine
Beautiful
Tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all
Had it all
Had it all\\
Steve Cotton: "THE SCORPION" RONNIE CAINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*She sneers as she watches her opponents staring her down and getting into the ring.*
Markson: Veronica Cain came into TPW with one purpose in mind: claiming the International Championship. This would be the path that would get her there.
Napier: If she does somehow win, I’m sure Vaughn will be happy to defend his title against her.
Markson: It could easily be Ava Arthur standing in Cain’s way, Nick.
Napier: Perish the thought! Seriously, kill that thought, we don’t need those negative vibes roaming around…
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, standing 5’2” and weighing 125 lbs, here is KHLOE COX!!
*The lights once again go dark as “Bad Reputation” starts up. We get a series of alternating white and red strobe lights, flashing across the crowd, as the camera makes its way down the aisle and comes to the ramp. At the top, we see Khloe standing there, staring down towards the competitors already in the ring, a cocky smirk on her face. She makes her way down, occasionally high-fiving a fan before rolling into the ring.*
Markson: Khloe Cox may be the most unpredictable wrestler in this one.
Napier: Sometimes that can be work for you, Markson. If she can harness that instability, it would work extremely well in a match like this. After all, we’re throwing the rule book out the window for this one!
Markson: Which is always your favorite kind of match, isn’t it, Nick?
Napier: As long as their fighting stays away from us, I’m all for it!
Steve Cotton: Our fourth competitor, standing 4’11.5” and weighing 123 lbs, here is EAVAN “SYKOBITTY” MALONEY!!
*As 5FDP’s Judgement Day starts, lights flash all over the area before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney rides out on a 2018 matte black Harley-Davidson motorcycle and throws her right arm in the air before riding down to the ring, doing a lap around the ringside area and parking her bike at the bottom of the ramp. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners and raises her arm again at each corner, before leaping backwards off the last corner and paces around as she awaits the opening bell.*
Napier: This one’s missing a few bells & whistles as well…
Markson: Maloney would have liked for this to be a one-on-one anything goes match between her and Khloe Cox, but instead, she’s got a shot at a major championship if she wins tonight.
Napier: She’ll need to have her priorities straight if she wants to win. Violence is great, but you have to always have an end goal in mind if you want to be one of the great ones like the Cabal!
Steve Cotton: Finally, our last entrant…
*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 weighed 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 Fudging 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: It’s not often that Cyrus Riddle is the largest wrestler in the match. The question is, will that work in his advantage?
Napier: Size isn’t everything, Markson.
Markson: You sound like you’re speaking from experience.
Napier: I’m just saying, this match is going to be fast and furious. Size may be a detriment in the long run…
Markson: Well, it looks like we’re ready to find out, Nick! Because here we go!
*Referee Dizzy Dan looks in all directions, giving a nervous gulp before signaling for the bell to ring… and then running for the hills as Maloney immediately charges across the ring, colliding with Cox, with the two immediately brawling!! As those two snap shots away at each other, Riddle goes for Cain, with the two exchanging a series of reversals, each trying to land the first shot. In the meantime, Delia Black is standing to the side, watching the fight going down… when she’s suddenly dragged out of the ring by her feet!*
*As Black lands on the outside, she turns, coming face-to-face with her partner, Claudia Frost! Rather than being upset, Black grins at Frost, with the two exchanging a nod. Black waves her arm at the ring as if dismissing the rest of the competition, before she and Frost start hurrying up the aisleway, heading immediately for the Terry-Tron as the fighting continues behind them!*
Markson: It looks like the Influence are trying to take advantage of the initial chaos to steal this one!
Napier: Brilliant! That’s what you call planning ahead! This could be an incredibly short contest!
Markson: Not if the other wrestlers have anything to say about it, Nick!
*In the ring, Cain and Riddle have finished their series of maneuvers, standing off against each other, when Cain suddenly points down the aisle. The two veterans immediately put their aggression aside, both sliding from the ring and rushing after the Influence! Cox and Maloney, meanwhile, have continued to brawl it out, eventually rolling under the ropes and ending up on the outside. Their fight continues, even as the chase begins.*
*Near the Terry-Tron, Black is already beginning her climb, working her way up the structure, as Frost turns to run interference. She charges forward, swinging at Riddle, but Riddle ducks under the clothesline, avoiding it. An off-balance Frost then can’t block as Cain comes in, leaping forward with A Like Supreme Superkick!! Frost goes toppling to the side, stunned, even as Riddle jumps up, grabbing hold of Black and dragging her off of the tron wall! Black angrily turns, kicking away at Riddle, knocking him back. She goes for the wall again, but now Cain is there with a forearm, keeping her contained.*
Markson: Delia Black was hoping to get that briefcase before anyone could react, but now she’s got to fight her way to the top like everyone else.
Napier: Too bad, that was a quick way to the Influence takeover. Not that they’d get past the Cabal, but still…
*Cain stays in full control, slamming Black’s head into the side of the steel Tron repeatedly, knocking her senseless. Cain then sets Black in place, preparing for the Strader-Style suplex! But Frost is back, chop-blocking the back of Cain’s leg, breaking it up! Cain rolls to the side, hurt, as Frost gets up, only to get grabbed by Riddle! He lifts Frost onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, preparing for the Enigma ‘05! But Black stops that with a low blow kick, dropping Riddle to his knees! Black nods to a recovering Frost, who nods back, standing up.*
*As Riddle tries to recover, achingly getting back to his feet, Black steps in with a leaping superkick, followed by Frost’s snap dragon suplex, delivering the Murder Sequence 2021!! Riddle hits the stage hard, hanging off the edge with one arm as he’s basically motionless. Black pulls Frost up, with the two posing over Riddle as the crowd boos them mercilessly. Neither of the Influence seems to care, though, as they turn to grab hold of Cain, hammering away at her as the fight continues.*
Markson: This really doesn’t seem fair. Claudia Frost isn’t even in this match!
Napier: You want to go tell her to leave? Personally, I admire the Influence for their restraint!
Markson: Restraint?? For rigging this one?
Napier: Heck, if I were in this match, I’d have hired a dozen people to come down and help me win. Good for them just doing it on their own!
*Frost holds up Cain, as Black bad-mouths her, saying that they’re the ones taking over TPW, and that she’s nothing where they come from. Black then rears back, swinging, only for Cain to pull herself free, with Black almost hitting Frost! She stops in time, raising her hands to Frost. But Cain then leaps from behind, dropkicking Black and knocking her into Frost, taking both of them down! Cain jumps to her feet, fired up, as the crowd shows they’re supporting her in this one, at least right now.*
*Cain then grabs the staggering Black, twisting her over into the Proud & Strong Styles Clash/submission!! Black shouts in pain, scrambling on the ground for anything that could help her. She can’t find anything, as Cain cranks on the pressure. But Frost is back up now, slamming her arms into Cain’s head from behind, breaking things up! As Cain rolls away, Frost helps Black up, with the two turning towards Cain… only for Eavan Mahoney to come flying in, smashing into both members of the Influence with a variation of a Sykoball!!! All three wrestlers go down hard from the impact, as the crowd pops for the high-risk maneuver!*
Napier: Wow! Welcome back to the match, Eavan Maloney!! There was a lot of momentum behind that hit!
Markson: Well, she had a little help with that, Napier. I think Khloe Cox threw her as hard as possible!
*We now see Cox making her way into the chaos, grabbing hold of a recovering Riddle and snapping him down with a quick DDT. Cox then kips up, immediately running at Cain before she can get out of the way, smashing into her with the Lunatic Lariat!!! Cain goes down hard, as Cox pops back up once again, this time turning towards the now-standing Maloney. The two look ready to go at it again, but their attention turns to the Influence, who are both trying to get up. Both Cox & Maloney grin, before going back on the attack.*
*Maloney strikes first, kicking Frost in the gut, before then locking her up and reeling off a series of suplexes, landing the trifecta on the hard, unforgiving stage. Meanwhile, Cox grabs hold of Black by the head. Before Black can free herself, Cox runs herself up the side of the Terry-Tron, before dropping back with a modified bulldog, slamming Black’s head into the ground at high velocity!! Black lays flat, not moving, as Cox gets back up, turning back to Maloney. This time, the two look ready to go at it again, mouthing off to each other. But before they can, Cain and Riddle are back, turning Cox and Maloney around to start slugging away at them!*
Markson: The strange partnerships continue, as now Cain and Riddle find themselves working together.
Napier: I think they both just wanted to hit someone, Mark. At any rate, everything’s breaking down at the edge of the stage.
Markson: And it looks like someone’s taking advantage of that once again!
*As the brawl continues on the stage, Black has pulled herself up and gotten back to her original goal: climbing up the Terry-Tron! Frost gives her a boost, getting her up further, before going to follow behind. But Cain sees what’s going on, quickly whipping Cox that direction. Cox smashes into Frost’s back with a knee, knocking her into the set, almost causing Black to lose her balance. But she hangs on, then keeps climbing up determinedly, out of the reach of the rest.*
*Cox starts to follow, grabbing hold of the structure, but Frost pulls a can out of her jacket and sprays it right into Cox’s face, blinding her!!! Cox stumbles away, with Frost laughing as she prepares to do more… only for her to then fall forwards to the ground, knocked out, as Cain nailed her from behind with Welcome To Riverdale!!! Cain angrily kicks the spray can away, then starts up after Black, beginning her climb. On the other side, Riddle has slammed Maloney into the steel with a double underhook suplex!! Maloney falls to the side, as Riddle opts to make his own climb, scaling up the wall.*
Markson: Three competitors are finally on their way to the briefcase! Can any of them grab it and claim the fame?
Napier: Somebody’s got to get it, Markson, or else this match never ends!
Markson: Well, it’s still anyone’s contest to win, but to use a racing term, Black’s got the inside track right now!
*Black has gotten up to the main platform on top of the Terry-Tron, after a strong climb. She stops for a moment, seemingly waiting as Cain climbs closer and closer to her. As soon as Cain reaches for the top of the platform, though, Black is stomping away on her hands, trying to get Cain to fall all the way back down!! Cain fights against it, desperately hanging on with one hand, as Black goes and grabs a smaller ladder from the side. She folds it up, bringing it over to try and use it to knock Cain free from her grip!*
*The crowd gasps as Cain swings out for a few seconds, barely hanging on. She pulls herself back in, surviving, but Black doesn’t show any signs of stopping. She brings the ladder up higher, preparing to launch it downwards… but Riddle’s there now, grabbing the ladder from behind and pinning Black against it! Black struggles for a moment, trying to pull free, but Riddle turns it into a German suplex WITH THE LADDER, launching Black backwards!! Black lands on the ladder, letting out a yell, as she rolls to the side… barely able to stop herself before she goes right off the edge! She hangs on painfully, trying to recover, as Riddle turns towards the briefcase, studying the pole it’s hung on.*
Markson: Riddle’s now got the opportunity of a lifetime! The briefcase is right up there, he’s just gotta figure out how to get to it!
Napier: We could be seeing a dream match soon! Riddle vs. Vaughn! Never before seen!
*After deciding on a course of action, Riddle heads to the nearby ladder stack, choosing one of the taller ones. He locks it up, lifting it onto his shoulders, and turns, seeing Cain trying to get to her feet after climbing up. Riddle brings the ladder down forcefully on Cain’s back, knocking her flat onto the platform. Riddle then hits her one more time for good measure, then turns, smashing it down on Black as well, keeping both stunned. He then turns, walking back over to the pole, where he sets the ladder up.*
*As the crowd rumbles, wondering if this is going to be it, Riddle starts climbing up the ladder, getting close to the briefcase. He’s focused on it now, not seeing the four hands making their way up from the back of the Terry-Tron. The two ladies pull themselves up behind Riddle, as he reaches out, almost unhooking the briefcase. But he suddenly has to grab at the ladder, looking down, as both Maloney and Cox are there, grabbing it! They both look up at him, with Riddle shaking his head rapidly, saying “No”... but they both lift, causing the ladder to tip backwards. Riddle tries to hang on, but he misses his grip… falling off the platform and plummeting all the way down to the stage below, crashing down and disappearing from sight!!!!*
Markson: OH MY GOD!!!!
Napier: Cyrus Riddle was 36 years old…
Markson: We need medics out here! Now! Someone check on him!!
Napier: One down, four to go…
*The crowd is still losing its mind after that fall, chanting about how incredible it was. Up on the top of the platform, Cox looks down for a moment, nodding, before turning back to Maloney… who attacks her, nailing her in the head and almost sending Cox off the edge! Cox maintains her balance, though, then blocks the next strike from Maloney, reaching out… and grabbing Maloney by the throat!! For once, with a smaller-sized wrestler, Cox pulls off the chokeslam, bashing Mahoney into the hard platform!!! The crowd pops, knowing how rare that is, as Cox gets up, even more energized.*
*She turns back to the edge, looking down once again at where Riddle fell. Cox pulls herself closer to the edge, staring downwards, her eyes apparently only seeing one goal in front of her. She looks out at the crowd, and they appear to be cheering her on, wanting to see a once-in-a-lifetime moment…*
Napier: What is she doing? The briefcase is behind her!
Markson: Oh, no… she’s not thinking of…
*With the crowd still cheering her on, Cox positions herself, with a huge smile on her face. She does a quick cross on her chest, feeling all of the adrenaline rushing through her system… before she leaps off!!!
Falling…
Falling…
Falling…
And plunging down with a massive elbow drop from the top of the Terry-Tron onto Riddle!!!!*
Markson: HOLY *BLEEP*!!!
Napier: The biggest elbow drop in Thunder Pro history!!!
Markson: Thank god the medics were able to get out of the way, because they’re REALLY needed now!!
*The crowd is lost at this point, completely going wild, as the medical staff moves in at the bottom of the stage, even as they assign a couple of attendants to keep an eye out in case anyone else was coming down. Up on top, Maloney is looking down, shaking her head. She looks disappointed that Cox isn’t up there anymore. She turns back, reaching out to set up the ladder that once held Riddle. But she then finds herself lifted into the air… by Claudia Frost, who delivers a Hemorrhoid Driver to Maloney!!!*
*The boos immediately take over, with no one being happy to see Frost up at the top of the Terry-Tron. She doesn’t care, though, as he now works to kick Maloney off the edge of the platform, shoving away at her. She manages to get Maloney sliding off, but Maloney is able to grab a support about half a foot down, hanging on there as she tries to recover. Frost, meanwhile, looks around for her partner, yelling at her to get over there and get the briefcase. She then looks up at it, before repositioning the ladder on the other side and beginning to go up herself!!*
Markson: Wait, what happens if Frost gets the briefcase? Does the match end?
Napier: No, it has to be a participant of the match, right? So I guess it’ll be whoever can take it from her?
Markson: If Frost grabs it and runs, we may never get a winner!
*Frost is at the top of the ladder now, trying to dislodge the briefcase, which is stubbornly hanging onto the clip of the pole. Black, meanwhile, is limping over to her, with a big smile on her face. She directs Frost to get it free and hand it over, so that the Influence can get the win. Frost seems determined to get the briefcase down, although it’s unclear if she’s going to hand it down or not. The point is moot, as Cain is suddenly back, knocking Black down from behind! Cain then grabs Black’s legs, as if considering the Proud & Strong submission again!*
*Frost, seeing this, yells at Cain to stop, causing Cain to turn her attention to her. She twists Black around, as Black fights to get free of her grip, even as Frost reaches once more for the briefcase, trying to free it in time. But she stops, hesitating, when she realizes how Cain has Black positioned. She looks behind her, seeing a couple of tables set up on the far edge of the platform. Gasping, Frost turns back, ready to jump clear, but it’s too late, as Cain is already propelling Black up with a slingshot, shooting Black into the ladder!! Frost gets knocked backwards… crashing through the tables and laying there in a heap, surrounded by debris!!!*
Markson: Frost gets tossed through tables at the top of the Terry-Tron!!
Napier: At least she didn’t go over the edge, but she’s definitely out for the count!
*Seeing her partner down, Black gets herself up, angrily turning around. Cain’s right there, locking onto Black to try and give her a Strader-Style suplex off the top!! But Black has another trick left in her arsenal, quickly getting her hand up to rake at Cain’s eyes, blinding her! As Cain staggers back, swinging wildly, she backs into the arms of a rising Maloney, who instinctively twists Cain around… and delivers the Gnat Gnat!!! Cain, knocked senseless, rolls to the side… disappearing from sight off the edge!!!!*
*As the crowd gasps, Maloney gets to her feet, pumping herself up, only for Black to go after her, jumping into a step-up enziguri!!! The kick lands, staggering Maloney, who falls back against the nearby support beam that saved her earlier. Sensing an opportunity, Black reaches into her pocket and pulls out one more new item: a pair of handcuffs!! She quickly moves in, clicking them over Maloney’s wrist. Maloney, realizing something’s wrong, tries to pull free, but it’s too late, as the other end of the handcuffs is now hooked through a hole on the support beam! Maloney gets up, struggling, reaching out at a laughing Black, who is now just barely out of reach!!*
Markson: Leave it to Delia Black to have yet another way to cheat!
Napier: Cheating is for a normal match. This is anything goes, which means that Black’s just using her surroundings better than most. This one looks to be over!
*Maloney puts her feet on the support beam, pulling away, but the handcuffs are holding tightly. There’s nothing she can do. Below, we see medics pushed out of the way as Khloe Cox gets to her feet, wobbly but still running on adrenaline. They try to hold her, saying that she needs medical care, but Cox just shoves them aside, beginning to climb the structure with a hurting arm!! She starts on her way up, but she’s way too far from Black, who does a quick bow towards the booing crowd before turning back towards where the ladder fell.*
*Unfortunately for Black, she closed her eyes during the bow. Otherwise, she might have seen what the rest of the audience is focused on: Ronnie Cain, making her way upwards inch by inch on the cable she managed to grab, pulling herself determinedly towards the edge of the platform!! Black, not knowing that Cain’s so close, gets the ladder up, taking a moment to tell the semi-conscious Frost that she’s got this before beginning to head towards the briefcase.*
Markson: Delia is so close, but she has no idea the danger coming her way!
Napier: Just yank that briefcase down! I don’t know why they secured it so damn tightly…
Markson: Do you know how embarrassing it would be if it just fell off the Terry-Tron on its own?
Napier: … Okay, good point.
*Black is climbing up the ladder now, right up to where the briefcase is. Maloney is desperately yanking at the handcuffs, causing her wrist to bleed from the friction of trying to get free, but she’s making no progress. But Cain has made progress, swinging herself over enough to grab the platform at the top. She gets up, immediately getting over to the ladder and climbing up the other side! Black, finally realizing that she’s there, tries to strike at Cain, to keep her down, saying that this is her time. But Cain is able to block a swing, instead grabbing Black by the head and banging her into the ladder, stunning her.*
*This allows Cain to get to the top with her, with both getting their hands on the briefcase. It briefly becomes a tug-of-war, as both try to secure the case for themselves, desperate for what’s inside. Cain seems to gain control of it, almost unclipping it, as Black pulls out her own mini spray can, firing it at Cain… who blocks the spray with the case! She then swings the case back, smacking the sprayed side into Black’s head!! Black yells out, rubbing at her eyes and sliding down the ladder. Cain, seeing this, immediately springs up over the ladder… and lands a modified Scorpion’s Sting on Black on the platform!!!*
Markson: What a landing!!!
Napier: I don’t think Black’s getting up from that, even with Frost’s help!
Markson: At least she stayed on the top of the Tron, but she’s not feeling good at the moment!
*With Black down, Cain painfully rises back up, having hurt her own knee on the landing. She limps over to the ladder, glancing over at Maloney, who’s still trying to free herself. Cain starts to climb, her eyes on the briefcase up above. The camera shifts to Khloe Cox, who is more than halfway up the side of the Tron, determined to get there no matter what. We go back to Cain, who is still climbing, as Frost can be seen, sitting up in the debris of the tables, cradling her arm as she looks towards the ladder.*
*As Frost tries to get up, stumbling, she falls back to one knee, her back betraying her. She looks over at the downed Black, who is still down, not able to get involved. The camera shifts back to Cain, who is now at the top, reaching up towards the briefcase. She grabs the clip, quickly unhooking it… and raising the briefcase up in her arms, as the bell sounds, ending the contest.*
Napier: Maybe, Mark. But that briefcase can be used for any championship, including the Duos Titles. So there’s no guarantee that Black will use this outside The Influence if she wins.
Markson: I do have to say, both members of the Influence are sporting a different hairstyle tonight.
Napier: Sweet bangs.
*The ThunderTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. “Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress)” by The Hollies starts to play. The lights begin to flicker dark purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder as the crucifix 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…
//Saturday night I was down town
Working for the F.B.I.
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high
Boot legging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the D.A. man
When I heard this woman singing a song\\
*The name Veronica Cain in large font starts to flash in silver 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…
//A pair of forty fives made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a five nine
Beautiful
Tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
Cause that long cool woman had it all.\\
*A spotlight hits the entrance way as Ronnie steps out on stage, hands on her hips, her hair slicked back with water, sneer across her lips. She starts to strut down to the ring, in brand new ring of black pants, with purple scorpions on the outer parts of her hips, and a black leather crop top with the crisscrossed lace across her cleavage up to her neck underneath a black leather jacket with no sleeves and a scorpion with her crucifix on the back of it.*
Steve Cotton: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada…
*"The Scorpion" Ronnie Cain stares down all her opponents and looks back up at the briefcase before continuing to the ring.*
//Saw her heading to the table
Well a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said "I hope that you're able
Boy"
Well
I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well suddenly we heard a siren
And every body started to run
A jumping out of doors and tables
Well I heard somebody shooting a gun.\\
*Cain walks up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.*
//Well the D.A. was pumping my left hand
And a she a holding my right
And I told her don't get scared
Cause you're gonna be spared
I gotta be forgiven
If I want to spend my living with\\
Steve Cotton: She is the Future Matriarch of the Strader Family…
*Strader stands centre of the ring.*
//A long cool woman in a black dress
Just a five nine
Beautiful
Tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all
Had it all
Had it all\\
Steve Cotton: "THE SCORPION" RONNIE CAINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*She sneers as she watches her opponents staring her down and getting into the ring.*
Markson: Veronica Cain came into TPW with one purpose in mind: claiming the International Championship. This would be the path that would get her there.
Napier: If she does somehow win, I’m sure Vaughn will be happy to defend his title against her.
Markson: It could easily be Ava Arthur standing in Cain’s way, Nick.
Napier: Perish the thought! Seriously, kill that thought, we don’t need those negative vibes roaming around…
Steve Cotton: Introducing next, standing 5’2” and weighing 125 lbs, here is KHLOE COX!!
*The lights once again go dark as “Bad Reputation” starts up. We get a series of alternating white and red strobe lights, flashing across the crowd, as the camera makes its way down the aisle and comes to the ramp. At the top, we see Khloe standing there, staring down towards the competitors already in the ring, a cocky smirk on her face. She makes her way down, occasionally high-fiving a fan before rolling into the ring.*
Markson: Khloe Cox may be the most unpredictable wrestler in this one.
Napier: Sometimes that can be work for you, Markson. If she can harness that instability, it would work extremely well in a match like this. After all, we’re throwing the rule book out the window for this one!
Markson: Which is always your favorite kind of match, isn’t it, Nick?
Napier: As long as their fighting stays away from us, I’m all for it!
Steve Cotton: Our fourth competitor, standing 4’11.5” and weighing 123 lbs, here is EAVAN “SYKOBITTY” MALONEY!!
*As 5FDP’s Judgement Day starts, lights flash all over the area before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney rides out on a 2018 matte black Harley-Davidson motorcycle and throws her right arm in the air before riding down to the ring, doing a lap around the ringside area and parking her bike at the bottom of the ramp. Eavan slides under the bottom rope and gets up on the second rope of all four corners and raises her arm again at each corner, before leaping backwards off the last corner and paces around as she awaits the opening bell.*
Napier: This one’s missing a few bells & whistles as well…
Markson: Maloney would have liked for this to be a one-on-one anything goes match between her and Khloe Cox, but instead, she’s got a shot at a major championship if she wins tonight.
Napier: She’ll need to have her priorities straight if she wants to win. Violence is great, but you have to always have an end goal in mind if you want to be one of the great ones like the Cabal!
Steve Cotton: Finally, our last entrant…
*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 weighed 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 Fudging 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: It’s not often that Cyrus Riddle is the largest wrestler in the match. The question is, will that work in his advantage?
Napier: Size isn’t everything, Markson.
Markson: You sound like you’re speaking from experience.
Napier: I’m just saying, this match is going to be fast and furious. Size may be a detriment in the long run…
Markson: Well, it looks like we’re ready to find out, Nick! Because here we go!
*Referee Dizzy Dan looks in all directions, giving a nervous gulp before signaling for the bell to ring… and then running for the hills as Maloney immediately charges across the ring, colliding with Cox, with the two immediately brawling!! As those two snap shots away at each other, Riddle goes for Cain, with the two exchanging a series of reversals, each trying to land the first shot. In the meantime, Delia Black is standing to the side, watching the fight going down… when she’s suddenly dragged out of the ring by her feet!*
*As Black lands on the outside, she turns, coming face-to-face with her partner, Claudia Frost! Rather than being upset, Black grins at Frost, with the two exchanging a nod. Black waves her arm at the ring as if dismissing the rest of the competition, before she and Frost start hurrying up the aisleway, heading immediately for the Terry-Tron as the fighting continues behind them!*
Markson: It looks like the Influence are trying to take advantage of the initial chaos to steal this one!
Napier: Brilliant! That’s what you call planning ahead! This could be an incredibly short contest!
Markson: Not if the other wrestlers have anything to say about it, Nick!
*In the ring, Cain and Riddle have finished their series of maneuvers, standing off against each other, when Cain suddenly points down the aisle. The two veterans immediately put their aggression aside, both sliding from the ring and rushing after the Influence! Cox and Maloney, meanwhile, have continued to brawl it out, eventually rolling under the ropes and ending up on the outside. Their fight continues, even as the chase begins.*
*Near the Terry-Tron, Black is already beginning her climb, working her way up the structure, as Frost turns to run interference. She charges forward, swinging at Riddle, but Riddle ducks under the clothesline, avoiding it. An off-balance Frost then can’t block as Cain comes in, leaping forward with A Like Supreme Superkick!! Frost goes toppling to the side, stunned, even as Riddle jumps up, grabbing hold of Black and dragging her off of the tron wall! Black angrily turns, kicking away at Riddle, knocking him back. She goes for the wall again, but now Cain is there with a forearm, keeping her contained.*
Markson: Delia Black was hoping to get that briefcase before anyone could react, but now she’s got to fight her way to the top like everyone else.
Napier: Too bad, that was a quick way to the Influence takeover. Not that they’d get past the Cabal, but still…
*Cain stays in full control, slamming Black’s head into the side of the steel Tron repeatedly, knocking her senseless. Cain then sets Black in place, preparing for the Strader-Style suplex! But Frost is back, chop-blocking the back of Cain’s leg, breaking it up! Cain rolls to the side, hurt, as Frost gets up, only to get grabbed by Riddle! He lifts Frost onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, preparing for the Enigma ‘05! But Black stops that with a low blow kick, dropping Riddle to his knees! Black nods to a recovering Frost, who nods back, standing up.*
*As Riddle tries to recover, achingly getting back to his feet, Black steps in with a leaping superkick, followed by Frost’s snap dragon suplex, delivering the Murder Sequence 2021!! Riddle hits the stage hard, hanging off the edge with one arm as he’s basically motionless. Black pulls Frost up, with the two posing over Riddle as the crowd boos them mercilessly. Neither of the Influence seems to care, though, as they turn to grab hold of Cain, hammering away at her as the fight continues.*
Markson: This really doesn’t seem fair. Claudia Frost isn’t even in this match!
Napier: You want to go tell her to leave? Personally, I admire the Influence for their restraint!
Markson: Restraint?? For rigging this one?
Napier: Heck, if I were in this match, I’d have hired a dozen people to come down and help me win. Good for them just doing it on their own!
*Frost holds up Cain, as Black bad-mouths her, saying that they’re the ones taking over TPW, and that she’s nothing where they come from. Black then rears back, swinging, only for Cain to pull herself free, with Black almost hitting Frost! She stops in time, raising her hands to Frost. But Cain then leaps from behind, dropkicking Black and knocking her into Frost, taking both of them down! Cain jumps to her feet, fired up, as the crowd shows they’re supporting her in this one, at least right now.*
*Cain then grabs the staggering Black, twisting her over into the Proud & Strong Styles Clash/submission!! Black shouts in pain, scrambling on the ground for anything that could help her. She can’t find anything, as Cain cranks on the pressure. But Frost is back up now, slamming her arms into Cain’s head from behind, breaking things up! As Cain rolls away, Frost helps Black up, with the two turning towards Cain… only for Eavan Mahoney to come flying in, smashing into both members of the Influence with a variation of a Sykoball!!! All three wrestlers go down hard from the impact, as the crowd pops for the high-risk maneuver!*
Napier: Wow! Welcome back to the match, Eavan Maloney!! There was a lot of momentum behind that hit!
Markson: Well, she had a little help with that, Napier. I think Khloe Cox threw her as hard as possible!
*We now see Cox making her way into the chaos, grabbing hold of a recovering Riddle and snapping him down with a quick DDT. Cox then kips up, immediately running at Cain before she can get out of the way, smashing into her with the Lunatic Lariat!!! Cain goes down hard, as Cox pops back up once again, this time turning towards the now-standing Maloney. The two look ready to go at it again, but their attention turns to the Influence, who are both trying to get up. Both Cox & Maloney grin, before going back on the attack.*
*Maloney strikes first, kicking Frost in the gut, before then locking her up and reeling off a series of suplexes, landing the trifecta on the hard, unforgiving stage. Meanwhile, Cox grabs hold of Black by the head. Before Black can free herself, Cox runs herself up the side of the Terry-Tron, before dropping back with a modified bulldog, slamming Black’s head into the ground at high velocity!! Black lays flat, not moving, as Cox gets back up, turning back to Maloney. This time, the two look ready to go at it again, mouthing off to each other. But before they can, Cain and Riddle are back, turning Cox and Maloney around to start slugging away at them!*
Markson: The strange partnerships continue, as now Cain and Riddle find themselves working together.
Napier: I think they both just wanted to hit someone, Mark. At any rate, everything’s breaking down at the edge of the stage.
Markson: And it looks like someone’s taking advantage of that once again!
*As the brawl continues on the stage, Black has pulled herself up and gotten back to her original goal: climbing up the Terry-Tron! Frost gives her a boost, getting her up further, before going to follow behind. But Cain sees what’s going on, quickly whipping Cox that direction. Cox smashes into Frost’s back with a knee, knocking her into the set, almost causing Black to lose her balance. But she hangs on, then keeps climbing up determinedly, out of the reach of the rest.*
*Cox starts to follow, grabbing hold of the structure, but Frost pulls a can out of her jacket and sprays it right into Cox’s face, blinding her!!! Cox stumbles away, with Frost laughing as she prepares to do more… only for her to then fall forwards to the ground, knocked out, as Cain nailed her from behind with Welcome To Riverdale!!! Cain angrily kicks the spray can away, then starts up after Black, beginning her climb. On the other side, Riddle has slammed Maloney into the steel with a double underhook suplex!! Maloney falls to the side, as Riddle opts to make his own climb, scaling up the wall.*
Markson: Three competitors are finally on their way to the briefcase! Can any of them grab it and claim the fame?
Napier: Somebody’s got to get it, Markson, or else this match never ends!
Markson: Well, it’s still anyone’s contest to win, but to use a racing term, Black’s got the inside track right now!
*Black has gotten up to the main platform on top of the Terry-Tron, after a strong climb. She stops for a moment, seemingly waiting as Cain climbs closer and closer to her. As soon as Cain reaches for the top of the platform, though, Black is stomping away on her hands, trying to get Cain to fall all the way back down!! Cain fights against it, desperately hanging on with one hand, as Black goes and grabs a smaller ladder from the side. She folds it up, bringing it over to try and use it to knock Cain free from her grip!*
*The crowd gasps as Cain swings out for a few seconds, barely hanging on. She pulls herself back in, surviving, but Black doesn’t show any signs of stopping. She brings the ladder up higher, preparing to launch it downwards… but Riddle’s there now, grabbing the ladder from behind and pinning Black against it! Black struggles for a moment, trying to pull free, but Riddle turns it into a German suplex WITH THE LADDER, launching Black backwards!! Black lands on the ladder, letting out a yell, as she rolls to the side… barely able to stop herself before she goes right off the edge! She hangs on painfully, trying to recover, as Riddle turns towards the briefcase, studying the pole it’s hung on.*
Markson: Riddle’s now got the opportunity of a lifetime! The briefcase is right up there, he’s just gotta figure out how to get to it!
Napier: We could be seeing a dream match soon! Riddle vs. Vaughn! Never before seen!
*After deciding on a course of action, Riddle heads to the nearby ladder stack, choosing one of the taller ones. He locks it up, lifting it onto his shoulders, and turns, seeing Cain trying to get to her feet after climbing up. Riddle brings the ladder down forcefully on Cain’s back, knocking her flat onto the platform. Riddle then hits her one more time for good measure, then turns, smashing it down on Black as well, keeping both stunned. He then turns, walking back over to the pole, where he sets the ladder up.*
*As the crowd rumbles, wondering if this is going to be it, Riddle starts climbing up the ladder, getting close to the briefcase. He’s focused on it now, not seeing the four hands making their way up from the back of the Terry-Tron. The two ladies pull themselves up behind Riddle, as he reaches out, almost unhooking the briefcase. But he suddenly has to grab at the ladder, looking down, as both Maloney and Cox are there, grabbing it! They both look up at him, with Riddle shaking his head rapidly, saying “No”... but they both lift, causing the ladder to tip backwards. Riddle tries to hang on, but he misses his grip… falling off the platform and plummeting all the way down to the stage below, crashing down and disappearing from sight!!!!*
Markson: OH MY GOD!!!!
Napier: Cyrus Riddle was 36 years old…
Markson: We need medics out here! Now! Someone check on him!!
Napier: One down, four to go…
*The crowd is still losing its mind after that fall, chanting about how incredible it was. Up on the top of the platform, Cox looks down for a moment, nodding, before turning back to Maloney… who attacks her, nailing her in the head and almost sending Cox off the edge! Cox maintains her balance, though, then blocks the next strike from Maloney, reaching out… and grabbing Maloney by the throat!! For once, with a smaller-sized wrestler, Cox pulls off the chokeslam, bashing Mahoney into the hard platform!!! The crowd pops, knowing how rare that is, as Cox gets up, even more energized.*
*She turns back to the edge, looking down once again at where Riddle fell. Cox pulls herself closer to the edge, staring downwards, her eyes apparently only seeing one goal in front of her. She looks out at the crowd, and they appear to be cheering her on, wanting to see a once-in-a-lifetime moment…*
Napier: What is she doing? The briefcase is behind her!
Markson: Oh, no… she’s not thinking of…
*With the crowd still cheering her on, Cox positions herself, with a huge smile on her face. She does a quick cross on her chest, feeling all of the adrenaline rushing through her system… before she leaps off!!!
Falling…
Falling…
Falling…
And plunging down with a massive elbow drop from the top of the Terry-Tron onto Riddle!!!!*
Markson: HOLY *BLEEP*!!!
Napier: The biggest elbow drop in Thunder Pro history!!!
Markson: Thank god the medics were able to get out of the way, because they’re REALLY needed now!!
*The crowd is lost at this point, completely going wild, as the medical staff moves in at the bottom of the stage, even as they assign a couple of attendants to keep an eye out in case anyone else was coming down. Up on top, Maloney is looking down, shaking her head. She looks disappointed that Cox isn’t up there anymore. She turns back, reaching out to set up the ladder that once held Riddle. But she then finds herself lifted into the air… by Claudia Frost, who delivers a Hemorrhoid Driver to Maloney!!!*
*The boos immediately take over, with no one being happy to see Frost up at the top of the Terry-Tron. She doesn’t care, though, as he now works to kick Maloney off the edge of the platform, shoving away at her. She manages to get Maloney sliding off, but Maloney is able to grab a support about half a foot down, hanging on there as she tries to recover. Frost, meanwhile, looks around for her partner, yelling at her to get over there and get the briefcase. She then looks up at it, before repositioning the ladder on the other side and beginning to go up herself!!*
Markson: Wait, what happens if Frost gets the briefcase? Does the match end?
Napier: No, it has to be a participant of the match, right? So I guess it’ll be whoever can take it from her?
Markson: If Frost grabs it and runs, we may never get a winner!
*Frost is at the top of the ladder now, trying to dislodge the briefcase, which is stubbornly hanging onto the clip of the pole. Black, meanwhile, is limping over to her, with a big smile on her face. She directs Frost to get it free and hand it over, so that the Influence can get the win. Frost seems determined to get the briefcase down, although it’s unclear if she’s going to hand it down or not. The point is moot, as Cain is suddenly back, knocking Black down from behind! Cain then grabs Black’s legs, as if considering the Proud & Strong submission again!*
*Frost, seeing this, yells at Cain to stop, causing Cain to turn her attention to her. She twists Black around, as Black fights to get free of her grip, even as Frost reaches once more for the briefcase, trying to free it in time. But she stops, hesitating, when she realizes how Cain has Black positioned. She looks behind her, seeing a couple of tables set up on the far edge of the platform. Gasping, Frost turns back, ready to jump clear, but it’s too late, as Cain is already propelling Black up with a slingshot, shooting Black into the ladder!! Frost gets knocked backwards… crashing through the tables and laying there in a heap, surrounded by debris!!!*
Markson: Frost gets tossed through tables at the top of the Terry-Tron!!
Napier: At least she didn’t go over the edge, but she’s definitely out for the count!
*Seeing her partner down, Black gets herself up, angrily turning around. Cain’s right there, locking onto Black to try and give her a Strader-Style suplex off the top!! But Black has another trick left in her arsenal, quickly getting her hand up to rake at Cain’s eyes, blinding her! As Cain staggers back, swinging wildly, she backs into the arms of a rising Maloney, who instinctively twists Cain around… and delivers the Gnat Gnat!!! Cain, knocked senseless, rolls to the side… disappearing from sight off the edge!!!!*
*As the crowd gasps, Maloney gets to her feet, pumping herself up, only for Black to go after her, jumping into a step-up enziguri!!! The kick lands, staggering Maloney, who falls back against the nearby support beam that saved her earlier. Sensing an opportunity, Black reaches into her pocket and pulls out one more new item: a pair of handcuffs!! She quickly moves in, clicking them over Maloney’s wrist. Maloney, realizing something’s wrong, tries to pull free, but it’s too late, as the other end of the handcuffs is now hooked through a hole on the support beam! Maloney gets up, struggling, reaching out at a laughing Black, who is now just barely out of reach!!*
Markson: Leave it to Delia Black to have yet another way to cheat!
Napier: Cheating is for a normal match. This is anything goes, which means that Black’s just using her surroundings better than most. This one looks to be over!
*Maloney puts her feet on the support beam, pulling away, but the handcuffs are holding tightly. There’s nothing she can do. Below, we see medics pushed out of the way as Khloe Cox gets to her feet, wobbly but still running on adrenaline. They try to hold her, saying that she needs medical care, but Cox just shoves them aside, beginning to climb the structure with a hurting arm!! She starts on her way up, but she’s way too far from Black, who does a quick bow towards the booing crowd before turning back towards where the ladder fell.*
*Unfortunately for Black, she closed her eyes during the bow. Otherwise, she might have seen what the rest of the audience is focused on: Ronnie Cain, making her way upwards inch by inch on the cable she managed to grab, pulling herself determinedly towards the edge of the platform!! Black, not knowing that Cain’s so close, gets the ladder up, taking a moment to tell the semi-conscious Frost that she’s got this before beginning to head towards the briefcase.*
Markson: Delia is so close, but she has no idea the danger coming her way!
Napier: Just yank that briefcase down! I don’t know why they secured it so damn tightly…
Markson: Do you know how embarrassing it would be if it just fell off the Terry-Tron on its own?
Napier: … Okay, good point.
*Black is climbing up the ladder now, right up to where the briefcase is. Maloney is desperately yanking at the handcuffs, causing her wrist to bleed from the friction of trying to get free, but she’s making no progress. But Cain has made progress, swinging herself over enough to grab the platform at the top. She gets up, immediately getting over to the ladder and climbing up the other side! Black, finally realizing that she’s there, tries to strike at Cain, to keep her down, saying that this is her time. But Cain is able to block a swing, instead grabbing Black by the head and banging her into the ladder, stunning her.*
*This allows Cain to get to the top with her, with both getting their hands on the briefcase. It briefly becomes a tug-of-war, as both try to secure the case for themselves, desperate for what’s inside. Cain seems to gain control of it, almost unclipping it, as Black pulls out her own mini spray can, firing it at Cain… who blocks the spray with the case! She then swings the case back, smacking the sprayed side into Black’s head!! Black yells out, rubbing at her eyes and sliding down the ladder. Cain, seeing this, immediately springs up over the ladder… and lands a modified Scorpion’s Sting on Black on the platform!!!*
Markson: What a landing!!!
Napier: I don’t think Black’s getting up from that, even with Frost’s help!
Markson: At least she stayed on the top of the Tron, but she’s not feeling good at the moment!
*With Black down, Cain painfully rises back up, having hurt her own knee on the landing. She limps over to the ladder, glancing over at Maloney, who’s still trying to free herself. Cain starts to climb, her eyes on the briefcase up above. The camera shifts to Khloe Cox, who is more than halfway up the side of the Tron, determined to get there no matter what. We go back to Cain, who is still climbing, as Frost can be seen, sitting up in the debris of the tables, cradling her arm as she looks towards the ladder.*
*As Frost tries to get up, stumbling, she falls back to one knee, her back betraying her. She looks over at the downed Black, who is still down, not able to get involved. The camera shifts back to Cain, who is now at the top, reaching up towards the briefcase. She grabs the clip, quickly unhooking it… and raising the briefcase up in her arms, as the bell sounds, ending the contest.*
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, CLAIMING THE FAME... VERONICA CAAAAAIIINNNN!!!
Markson: Ronnie Cain has done it! She’s got her title match!
Napier: I hate to give her credit, but she was really put through the wringer, just like all five of the other wrestlers. We’re going to have some hefty hospital bills from this one match alone…
Markson: It was a war with some serious casualties, but Veronica Cain has made it to the top. Now she’s got one final step. But who will it be against? Ava or Peter? We’ll find out soon enough!
*The crowd is cheering, which seems to surprise Cain as she holds up the briefcase. But she still smiles, knowing that she’s gotten exactly what she came for. Maloney is slumped over, still handcuffed, obviously disappointed. Cox is still climbing, refusing to stop even though the bell has sounded. Frost is crawling over to Black to check on her. Of Riddle, there’s no sign, as the medics are still checking on him. We cut away.*
Napier: I hate to give her credit, but she was really put through the wringer, just like all five of the other wrestlers. We’re going to have some hefty hospital bills from this one match alone…
Markson: It was a war with some serious casualties, but Veronica Cain has made it to the top. Now she’s got one final step. But who will it be against? Ava or Peter? We’ll find out soon enough!
*The crowd is cheering, which seems to surprise Cain as she holds up the briefcase. But she still smiles, knowing that she’s gotten exactly what she came for. Maloney is slumped over, still handcuffed, obviously disappointed. Cox is still climbing, refusing to stop even though the bell has sounded. Frost is crawling over to Black to check on her. Of Riddle, there’s no sign, as the medics are still checking on him. We cut away.*
*The night was approaching the final stretch. Fans were peaking in their excitement, the house was vibrating with noise! Right through the curtain, near the Gorilla Position stood Jason Cashe. Pacing back and forth in his 'Unstable' T-Shirt waiting for the signal for it to be his turn to step out onto stage. Seeing the camera, Cashe cuts to it and lifts it so that it is dead center to his face.*
Jason Cashe: What you see is what you get and what you are getting is a change of the winds around here!
*Pointing at himself, Cashe digs in deeper.*
Jason Cashe: I'm not here to make friends and play politics like so many people seem to do these days. I am not a fan favorite looking for the consumers out there to show me love.. You see people portraying that stance, doing as they see on TV or what they have borrowed from something popular. Heh.. What you see is what you get huh?
*Smiling but not because he was happy but a smile of toxic intent.*
Jason Cashe What you will see is me standing over you holding the belt over you as if it were the heart once found within your chest. I–
*A commotion catches his attention as Cashe turns to see a few people heading around a corner and disappear.*
Jason Cashe: Hmm.. They were dressed funny.. What is going on?
*Wanting to take a peek, Cashe strolls towards the direction in which he saw the people. No sooner than he turns the corner, he finds himself in a different world.*
Jason Cashe: What in the renaissance fair is this booooshit?!
*Someone did a lot of work to put this together. A roped off area with dirt covering the inside of the roped off circle where people have started gathering around. From where Cashe was standing among the crowd, you can see a man standing with his arms held out at his sides as if accepting a hug. He wore a crown on his head and a beautiful red and white Royal Robe draped over his back and shoulders.*
Jimmy "The" King: Hear Ye, Hear Ye..
*Only some of the crowd quieted down. Reaching over, King grabs a Megaphone and again calls out to the people.*
Jimmy "The" King: HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
*Now people were paying attention. Lowering the megaphone, the King named King addresses the gathering eyes upon him.*
Jimmy "The" King: Welcome to the Royal Circle! It is HERE that I will find my Trusted Circle to help me Ruuuuule the World, baby!
*Whispers emerged in the crowd. Cashe is seen shaking his head. Rushing to his side came Elm, his Trainee who had helped him prepare for his match tonight.*
Jason Cashe: Where have you been?
*The camera recording over the shoulders between Cashe and Elm, Jimmy "The" King was almost in perfect view. Elm shrugs and responds to his Trainer.*
Elm: Nothing really.. What is all this?
*It was as if you could actually see a lightbulb turn on above his head. Cashe had an idea.*
Jason Cashe: An opportunity! A lesson! Experience for my Pupil!
*Pulling Elm closer into his side, Cashe wraps an arm around Elm and uses his free hand to point towards Jimmy "The" King.*
Jason Cashe: See that man? He is putting together a Royal Trust. A faction of.. I dunno, peasants, jesters and jackasses?
Elm: Ohhhhkaaay…
Jason Cashe: Everyone who has been in this business for any kind of time has been a part of a trash group. Mistakes get made and you align with the wrong people and it's just a ticking time bomb from the start. This is your chance to have that bad experience NOW instead of later..
Elm: What am I doing? I thought we were going to bring back Unstable?
*Nodding at the shirt Cashe was wearing, Elm added to his questioning.*
Elm: Wait, you want me to join his what? Royal what?
Jason Cashe: Trust. Royal Trust. Maybe Royal Court.. I feel he doesn't know what it's called yet.. Regardless, this is my lesson for you.. Go.. Get you some hands on experience. Learn you some!
Elm: Awww do I have too?
Jason Cashe: Best idea I've had in a long time. Where is Cyn? They might need a Royal Witch..
*Elm was young and he did not look happy. Like his face was melting, it drooped down in disappointment as he stared at the King named King who was in the middle of scouting for able bodied warriors for his Court.*
Jimmy "The" King: Who here will step forward? Who here CAN handle the weight of the task at hand? We'll take over the WORLD, baby! We will, we will Ruuuule them ALL!
*He points towards a few in the crowd. Men and Women alike are studied as he calls out to them.*
Jimmy "The" King: How about you baby? You wanna Rule ASS with me, your King?
*As he scans the gathering audience, the King named King spots Cashe in the crowd. His face lights up!*
Jimmy "The" King: Ohh baby! Big bad Deee Ohh Geee! Jason Cashe!
*Immediately, Jason Cashe shakes his head from right to left.*
Jason Cashe: Nope.
*Shoving Elm forward, Cashe turned and walked away. He had a match to compete in. Giving his pupil an assignment, Cashe had a smile on his face as he walked away and heard the joy in the King named King's voice.*
Jimmy "The" King: We have some Young blood stepping forward! A strapping young buck, baby!!
*Elm approached the King named King with his head down, dragging feet and as he moved closer the shot faded back to the ring where Steve Cotton was ready to introduce the next match. *
Jason Cashe: What you see is what you get and what you are getting is a change of the winds around here!
*Pointing at himself, Cashe digs in deeper.*
Jason Cashe: I'm not here to make friends and play politics like so many people seem to do these days. I am not a fan favorite looking for the consumers out there to show me love.. You see people portraying that stance, doing as they see on TV or what they have borrowed from something popular. Heh.. What you see is what you get huh?
*Smiling but not because he was happy but a smile of toxic intent.*
Jason Cashe What you will see is me standing over you holding the belt over you as if it were the heart once found within your chest. I–
*A commotion catches his attention as Cashe turns to see a few people heading around a corner and disappear.*
Jason Cashe: Hmm.. They were dressed funny.. What is going on?
*Wanting to take a peek, Cashe strolls towards the direction in which he saw the people. No sooner than he turns the corner, he finds himself in a different world.*
Jason Cashe: What in the renaissance fair is this booooshit?!
*Someone did a lot of work to put this together. A roped off area with dirt covering the inside of the roped off circle where people have started gathering around. From where Cashe was standing among the crowd, you can see a man standing with his arms held out at his sides as if accepting a hug. He wore a crown on his head and a beautiful red and white Royal Robe draped over his back and shoulders.*
Jimmy "The" King: Hear Ye, Hear Ye..
*Only some of the crowd quieted down. Reaching over, King grabs a Megaphone and again calls out to the people.*
Jimmy "The" King: HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
*Now people were paying attention. Lowering the megaphone, the King named King addresses the gathering eyes upon him.*
Jimmy "The" King: Welcome to the Royal Circle! It is HERE that I will find my Trusted Circle to help me Ruuuuule the World, baby!
*Whispers emerged in the crowd. Cashe is seen shaking his head. Rushing to his side came Elm, his Trainee who had helped him prepare for his match tonight.*
Jason Cashe: Where have you been?
*The camera recording over the shoulders between Cashe and Elm, Jimmy "The" King was almost in perfect view. Elm shrugs and responds to his Trainer.*
Elm: Nothing really.. What is all this?
*It was as if you could actually see a lightbulb turn on above his head. Cashe had an idea.*
Jason Cashe: An opportunity! A lesson! Experience for my Pupil!
*Pulling Elm closer into his side, Cashe wraps an arm around Elm and uses his free hand to point towards Jimmy "The" King.*
Jason Cashe: See that man? He is putting together a Royal Trust. A faction of.. I dunno, peasants, jesters and jackasses?
Elm: Ohhhhkaaay…
Jason Cashe: Everyone who has been in this business for any kind of time has been a part of a trash group. Mistakes get made and you align with the wrong people and it's just a ticking time bomb from the start. This is your chance to have that bad experience NOW instead of later..
Elm: What am I doing? I thought we were going to bring back Unstable?
*Nodding at the shirt Cashe was wearing, Elm added to his questioning.*
Elm: Wait, you want me to join his what? Royal what?
Jason Cashe: Trust. Royal Trust. Maybe Royal Court.. I feel he doesn't know what it's called yet.. Regardless, this is my lesson for you.. Go.. Get you some hands on experience. Learn you some!
Elm: Awww do I have too?
Jason Cashe: Best idea I've had in a long time. Where is Cyn? They might need a Royal Witch..
*Elm was young and he did not look happy. Like his face was melting, it drooped down in disappointment as he stared at the King named King who was in the middle of scouting for able bodied warriors for his Court.*
Jimmy "The" King: Who here will step forward? Who here CAN handle the weight of the task at hand? We'll take over the WORLD, baby! We will, we will Ruuuule them ALL!
*He points towards a few in the crowd. Men and Women alike are studied as he calls out to them.*
Jimmy "The" King: How about you baby? You wanna Rule ASS with me, your King?
*As he scans the gathering audience, the King named King spots Cashe in the crowd. His face lights up!*
Jimmy "The" King: Ohh baby! Big bad Deee Ohh Geee! Jason Cashe!
*Immediately, Jason Cashe shakes his head from right to left.*
Jason Cashe: Nope.
*Shoving Elm forward, Cashe turned and walked away. He had a match to compete in. Giving his pupil an assignment, Cashe had a smile on his face as he walked away and heard the joy in the King named King's voice.*
Jimmy "The" King: We have some Young blood stepping forward! A strapping young buck, baby!!
*Elm approached the King named King with his head down, dragging feet and as he moved closer the shot faded back to the ring where Steve Cotton was ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is for the Thunder Pro Wrestling PRESTIGE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first... the challenger...
*The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill’s soundful voice brings in the chorus to "Ready or Not". Jason Cashe comes out from the back. Looking around the arena at the live audience. Taking a long drag off an air joint, Cashe howls up into the sky, a few fans howl with him.*
Steve Cotton: Born in Atlanta but branded in Houston.. A truly Troubled One.. THE DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!!
*Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. He steps into a jog, leaping up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Growling into a roar at the live audience! Cashe was ready to scrap.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent...
*”Kings Never Die” as CJ O’Donnell steps out from the behind the curtain, Prestige Championship around his waist.*
Steve Cotton: Hailing from Boston, MA weighing in at 178 lbs... he is the current reigning TPW Prestige Champion... “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!
*The fans boo as he makes his way to the ring, not really giving Cashe the time of day.
Napier: Man, this new owner thing, I don’t like not knowing.
Markson: And people think I worry too much.
Napier: Hey, I am supposed to know everything, which I typically do, but the fact this has slid past me... I don’t know.
*DING DING DING*
Napier: Oh, thank you Lindsay. About damn time! Take my mind off this ownership situation.
*O’Donnell picks Cashe up and unchambers lefts and rights into Cashe's stomach and chest. O’Donnell shoves Cashe into the corner and rushes in with a clothesline and connects. Cashe stumbles out of the corner and then O’Donnell picks up Cashe in a full-nelson and slams him to the mat.*
Markson: O’Donnell has wasted no time to get over Cashe early in the match.
Napier: What a cheap start by O’Donnell. He didn't give Cashe any time to get ready in the ring. I love it.
Markson: Cashe had plenty of time, Napier. CJ showing how much being the Prestige Champion means to him. He was constantly chasing titles in OCW so you know it feels great for him to have it.
*O’Donnell gets Cashe up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. O’Donnell hits a tilt-a-whirl slam on Cashe. O’Donnell goes into the ropes and comes down with a highly elevated leg drop over the throat of Cashe. O’Donnell goes into the ropes again for another leg drop, but Cashe rolls out of the way just in time.*
Napier: Whoo! Come on CJ!
*Cashe gets to his feet, and climbs up the turnbuckles. O’Donnell gets over to his feet and runs toward the corner. Just before Cashe can jump off, O’Donnell nails Cashe with a right hand. O’Donnell takes Cashe down to the mat with a gorilla press slam!*
Markson: O’Donnell' showing strength, Napier! Did you see how he lifted Cashe with ease?
Napier: Well Cashe isn't that heavy of a guy, Mark, so yeah I can see that.
*O’Donnell waits for Cashe to get up, and then nails Cashe with a right punch. O’Donnell whips Cashe into the ropes and Cashe comes back only to have O’Donnell hit 180 spinebuster on him. O’Donnell goes into the ropes and comes down with a splash over Cashe. O’Donnell gets to his feet and lays the boots to Cashe, and then gets him to his feet. O’Donnell knees Cashe in the stomach and then sends him shoulder-first into the ringpost. Cashe connects violently with the ring post and O’Donnell pulls him out of the corner. O’Donnell picks up Cashe and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Cashe's back is to the ring and O’Donnell climbs to the middle rope. He puts his head underneath Cashe's left arm and picks him up, slamming him back-first into the mat below.*
Markson: What a reverse suplex off the top rope from O’Donnell! He's not letting Cashe breathe!
Napier: Don't worry Cashe will get out of this soon.
Markson: I don't know, Cashe seems to be in some major pain.
*Cashe is grabbing his back. O’Donnell gets Cashe up to his feet and slams his big fist into Cashe's lower back. O’Donnell does it again, and again. O’Donnell sends Cashe into the ropes, and O’Donnell immediately goes into the rope’s perpendicular from Cashe. Cashe bounces off the ropes the same time O’Donnell does and O’Donnell gives Cashe a mighty spear from the side!*
Markson: Good God! O’Donnell crushed Cashe!
Napier: Wow...
*O’Donnell gets up to his feet. Cashe stirs a bit, trying to get to his knees. He's gasping for air. Cashe grabs the ropes and tries to get up, but O’Donnell is back on him again. O’Donnell slams his fist into Cashe's back again and then takes Cashe down with a German suplex.*
Markson: Cashe is in a lot of trouble here, Napier. If he can't do something about O’Donnell' offense then it might be over for him.
Napier: No way, Mark. Cashe is too good and too experienced for that.
*O’Donnell begins to climb to the turnbuckle. The crowd gets crazy as O’Donnell is standing on the top rope. The Prestige Champion leaps off with an elbow drop, but Cashe moves out of the way! O’Donnell connects with nothing but the canvas. Cashe tries to get up to his feet quickly, but he's in a lot of pain. O’Donnell gets up to his knees. Cashe finally to his feet the same time O’Donnell is, and O’Donnell charges in. Cashe ducks underneath and then hits a roundhouse to the back of O’Donnell's head!*
Markson: What a kick from Cashe!
Napier: Oh yeah!
*O’Donnell holds his head and Cashe slams his fist into O’Donnell' side. Cashe goes into the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm to O’Donnell' head, taking the big man down. Cashe stomps O’Donnell on the mat.*
Markson: I think Cashe has had enough and feels it’s time to let loose on O’Donnell.
Napier: No kidding Mark!
*Cashe eggs on CJ as O’Donnell is on his feet. Cashe swings, but O’Donnell moves out of the way. O’Donnell kicks Cashe low. O’Donnell tries to go for a his German Suplex, the Distinguished Plex and gets Cashe around the waist, but Cashe tries to fight out of it, hitting O’Donnell in the head with lefts and rights.*
Markson: O’Donnell is going for the Distinguished Plex!
Napier: Cashe reverses out of it with a reverse DDT!
*O’Donnell is taken down with the reverse DDT. Cashe gets up to his feet. Cashe walks over to O’Donnell, but O’Donnell kicks Cashe in the left knee! O’Donnell rises to his feet with a big uppercut, knocking Cashe to the mat. Cashe gets to a knee and O’Donnell charges in, but Cashe headbutts O’Donnell in the stomach and then hits his own huge European uppercut on O’Donnell. O’Donnell stumbles back and Cashe tries for a spinning heel kick, but O’Donnell catches Cashe before he can connect. O’Donnell hits Cashe with a belly to belly suplex! Cashe crashes to the mat.*
Markson: What a reversal from the champ!
Napier: Cashe is definitely hurting from that suplex and needs to get back on offense here.
*O’Donnell walks over to Cashe and picks him up by the head. O’Donnell goes to slams Cashe head-first into the turnbuckle but Cashe reverses and hits it on CJ. Cashe delivers a huge chop to CJ’s chest.*
Thunderheads/Thunderites: WOOO!!!
*Cashe sends CJ into the ropes. Cashe bounces back and O’Donnell tries for a big boot, but Cashe side steps underneath, wrapping O’Donnell by the waist from behind. Cashe goes for an exploder suplex.*
Markson: For a stoner he’s got the stamina!!
Napier: Cashe is one of the fastest and strongest guys for his extracurricular activities in the TPW, Mark. I wonder how the new owner feels about marajawatchy?
Markson: Would you stop worrying?
Napier: Last time there was a new owner, your ass got fired.
Markson: We don’t talk about the dark era.
*CJ uses all of his weight to make the momentum to come back down to the mat. Cashe tries to do it again, but Cashe hits it hard. Cashe picks up CJ, throws him to the ropes and on his return Cashe lays him out with a cutter!*
Markson: What a move from Cashe there!
Napier: It’s just a cutter.
Markson: A cutter that worked!
*Cashe gets to his feet and comes down with a kneedrop over CJ’s forehead. Cashe gets CJ up to his feet and nails him with a european uppercut. O’Donnell backs off a bit, and puts his dukes up. He nails Cashe with calculated hooks and jabs. Cashe is barely able to stand, and his lip is busted open. O’Donnell takes a step back, BUT Cashe with a huge haymaker. CJ goes right back down to the mat. Cashe towers over CJ and gets him up to his feet again. Cashe raises his hand up in the air, but CJ takes away Jason’s moment with a low blow.*
Markson: A low blow from CJ... now that's cheap, Napier. And Wallace is busy doing a weird dance to notice.
Napier: Lindsay is a master dancer! Almost as good as Don Stephens!
*Cashe falls to the mat. CJ gets up and stomps on Jason’s head. CJ climbs up to the top rope, his back to the ring. He smiles at the crowd and then leaps off with a moonsault double foot stomp and Cashe moves just in time! CJ goes crazy in the ring, holding his right ankle from the awkward landing. Cashe doesn't let O’Donnell breathe and connects on O’Donnell's face with a vicious thrust kick. Cashe mounts O’Donnell and unchambers lefts and rights. Cashe grabs O’Donnell by the head and yells at him, and then reaches back with his right hand and delivers a crushing blow to CJ’s face.*
Markson: What an aerial move from CJ, I really thought he was going for the moonsault.
Napier: CJ is deceptive, you think he's going one way and he goes another.
*Cashe gets up to his feet as O’Donnell is trying to get up to his feet, still favouring his ankle. O’Donnell turns around and Cashe nails him directly on the forehead with a heel kick to the bridge of his nose!*
Napier: Ouch!
Markson: O’Donnell... O’Donnell is bleeding badly after that heel kick to the nose.
Napier: And it only took one shot! That should show you how strong and awesome Cashe is.
*O’Donnell can taste his own blood, and his eyes light up with anger and fury. O’Donnell slyly pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from the taint of his tights. Guaranteed smells like brassy taco bell burittos O’Donnell gets to his feet. Cashe goes to kick him again, but O’Donnell catches the foot. CJ with a right hook with the brass knuckles slamming it into Cashe's nose, but bleeding but Cashe is in rough shape on his knees as CJ bounces off the opposite ropes and lays out the challenger with IRISH KNOWLEDGE (Running Single Leg High Knee) and makes the cover, the crowd booing loudly. Lindsay stops her jig to make the count!*
1!
*The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill’s soundful voice brings in the chorus to "Ready or Not". Jason Cashe comes out from the back. Looking around the arena at the live audience. Taking a long drag off an air joint, Cashe howls up into the sky, a few fans howl with him.*
Steve Cotton: Born in Atlanta but branded in Houston.. A truly Troubled One.. THE DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!!
*Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. He steps into a jog, leaping up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Growling into a roar at the live audience! Cashe was ready to scrap.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent...
*”Kings Never Die” as CJ O’Donnell steps out from the behind the curtain, Prestige Championship around his waist.*
Steve Cotton: Hailing from Boston, MA weighing in at 178 lbs... he is the current reigning TPW Prestige Champion... “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!
*The fans boo as he makes his way to the ring, not really giving Cashe the time of day.
Napier: Man, this new owner thing, I don’t like not knowing.
Markson: And people think I worry too much.
Napier: Hey, I am supposed to know everything, which I typically do, but the fact this has slid past me... I don’t know.
*DING DING DING*
Napier: Oh, thank you Lindsay. About damn time! Take my mind off this ownership situation.
*O’Donnell picks Cashe up and unchambers lefts and rights into Cashe's stomach and chest. O’Donnell shoves Cashe into the corner and rushes in with a clothesline and connects. Cashe stumbles out of the corner and then O’Donnell picks up Cashe in a full-nelson and slams him to the mat.*
Markson: O’Donnell has wasted no time to get over Cashe early in the match.
Napier: What a cheap start by O’Donnell. He didn't give Cashe any time to get ready in the ring. I love it.
Markson: Cashe had plenty of time, Napier. CJ showing how much being the Prestige Champion means to him. He was constantly chasing titles in OCW so you know it feels great for him to have it.
*O’Donnell gets Cashe up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. O’Donnell hits a tilt-a-whirl slam on Cashe. O’Donnell goes into the ropes and comes down with a highly elevated leg drop over the throat of Cashe. O’Donnell goes into the ropes again for another leg drop, but Cashe rolls out of the way just in time.*
Napier: Whoo! Come on CJ!
*Cashe gets to his feet, and climbs up the turnbuckles. O’Donnell gets over to his feet and runs toward the corner. Just before Cashe can jump off, O’Donnell nails Cashe with a right hand. O’Donnell takes Cashe down to the mat with a gorilla press slam!*
Markson: O’Donnell' showing strength, Napier! Did you see how he lifted Cashe with ease?
Napier: Well Cashe isn't that heavy of a guy, Mark, so yeah I can see that.
*O’Donnell waits for Cashe to get up, and then nails Cashe with a right punch. O’Donnell whips Cashe into the ropes and Cashe comes back only to have O’Donnell hit 180 spinebuster on him. O’Donnell goes into the ropes and comes down with a splash over Cashe. O’Donnell gets to his feet and lays the boots to Cashe, and then gets him to his feet. O’Donnell knees Cashe in the stomach and then sends him shoulder-first into the ringpost. Cashe connects violently with the ring post and O’Donnell pulls him out of the corner. O’Donnell picks up Cashe and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Cashe's back is to the ring and O’Donnell climbs to the middle rope. He puts his head underneath Cashe's left arm and picks him up, slamming him back-first into the mat below.*
Markson: What a reverse suplex off the top rope from O’Donnell! He's not letting Cashe breathe!
Napier: Don't worry Cashe will get out of this soon.
Markson: I don't know, Cashe seems to be in some major pain.
*Cashe is grabbing his back. O’Donnell gets Cashe up to his feet and slams his big fist into Cashe's lower back. O’Donnell does it again, and again. O’Donnell sends Cashe into the ropes, and O’Donnell immediately goes into the rope’s perpendicular from Cashe. Cashe bounces off the ropes the same time O’Donnell does and O’Donnell gives Cashe a mighty spear from the side!*
Markson: Good God! O’Donnell crushed Cashe!
Napier: Wow...
*O’Donnell gets up to his feet. Cashe stirs a bit, trying to get to his knees. He's gasping for air. Cashe grabs the ropes and tries to get up, but O’Donnell is back on him again. O’Donnell slams his fist into Cashe's back again and then takes Cashe down with a German suplex.*
Markson: Cashe is in a lot of trouble here, Napier. If he can't do something about O’Donnell' offense then it might be over for him.
Napier: No way, Mark. Cashe is too good and too experienced for that.
*O’Donnell begins to climb to the turnbuckle. The crowd gets crazy as O’Donnell is standing on the top rope. The Prestige Champion leaps off with an elbow drop, but Cashe moves out of the way! O’Donnell connects with nothing but the canvas. Cashe tries to get up to his feet quickly, but he's in a lot of pain. O’Donnell gets up to his knees. Cashe finally to his feet the same time O’Donnell is, and O’Donnell charges in. Cashe ducks underneath and then hits a roundhouse to the back of O’Donnell's head!*
Markson: What a kick from Cashe!
Napier: Oh yeah!
*O’Donnell holds his head and Cashe slams his fist into O’Donnell' side. Cashe goes into the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm to O’Donnell' head, taking the big man down. Cashe stomps O’Donnell on the mat.*
Markson: I think Cashe has had enough and feels it’s time to let loose on O’Donnell.
Napier: No kidding Mark!
*Cashe eggs on CJ as O’Donnell is on his feet. Cashe swings, but O’Donnell moves out of the way. O’Donnell kicks Cashe low. O’Donnell tries to go for a his German Suplex, the Distinguished Plex and gets Cashe around the waist, but Cashe tries to fight out of it, hitting O’Donnell in the head with lefts and rights.*
Markson: O’Donnell is going for the Distinguished Plex!
Napier: Cashe reverses out of it with a reverse DDT!
*O’Donnell is taken down with the reverse DDT. Cashe gets up to his feet. Cashe walks over to O’Donnell, but O’Donnell kicks Cashe in the left knee! O’Donnell rises to his feet with a big uppercut, knocking Cashe to the mat. Cashe gets to a knee and O’Donnell charges in, but Cashe headbutts O’Donnell in the stomach and then hits his own huge European uppercut on O’Donnell. O’Donnell stumbles back and Cashe tries for a spinning heel kick, but O’Donnell catches Cashe before he can connect. O’Donnell hits Cashe with a belly to belly suplex! Cashe crashes to the mat.*
Markson: What a reversal from the champ!
Napier: Cashe is definitely hurting from that suplex and needs to get back on offense here.
*O’Donnell walks over to Cashe and picks him up by the head. O’Donnell goes to slams Cashe head-first into the turnbuckle but Cashe reverses and hits it on CJ. Cashe delivers a huge chop to CJ’s chest.*
Thunderheads/Thunderites: WOOO!!!
*Cashe sends CJ into the ropes. Cashe bounces back and O’Donnell tries for a big boot, but Cashe side steps underneath, wrapping O’Donnell by the waist from behind. Cashe goes for an exploder suplex.*
Markson: For a stoner he’s got the stamina!!
Napier: Cashe is one of the fastest and strongest guys for his extracurricular activities in the TPW, Mark. I wonder how the new owner feels about marajawatchy?
Markson: Would you stop worrying?
Napier: Last time there was a new owner, your ass got fired.
Markson: We don’t talk about the dark era.
*CJ uses all of his weight to make the momentum to come back down to the mat. Cashe tries to do it again, but Cashe hits it hard. Cashe picks up CJ, throws him to the ropes and on his return Cashe lays him out with a cutter!*
Markson: What a move from Cashe there!
Napier: It’s just a cutter.
Markson: A cutter that worked!
*Cashe gets to his feet and comes down with a kneedrop over CJ’s forehead. Cashe gets CJ up to his feet and nails him with a european uppercut. O’Donnell backs off a bit, and puts his dukes up. He nails Cashe with calculated hooks and jabs. Cashe is barely able to stand, and his lip is busted open. O’Donnell takes a step back, BUT Cashe with a huge haymaker. CJ goes right back down to the mat. Cashe towers over CJ and gets him up to his feet again. Cashe raises his hand up in the air, but CJ takes away Jason’s moment with a low blow.*
Markson: A low blow from CJ... now that's cheap, Napier. And Wallace is busy doing a weird dance to notice.
Napier: Lindsay is a master dancer! Almost as good as Don Stephens!
*Cashe falls to the mat. CJ gets up and stomps on Jason’s head. CJ climbs up to the top rope, his back to the ring. He smiles at the crowd and then leaps off with a moonsault double foot stomp and Cashe moves just in time! CJ goes crazy in the ring, holding his right ankle from the awkward landing. Cashe doesn't let O’Donnell breathe and connects on O’Donnell's face with a vicious thrust kick. Cashe mounts O’Donnell and unchambers lefts and rights. Cashe grabs O’Donnell by the head and yells at him, and then reaches back with his right hand and delivers a crushing blow to CJ’s face.*
Markson: What an aerial move from CJ, I really thought he was going for the moonsault.
Napier: CJ is deceptive, you think he's going one way and he goes another.
*Cashe gets up to his feet as O’Donnell is trying to get up to his feet, still favouring his ankle. O’Donnell turns around and Cashe nails him directly on the forehead with a heel kick to the bridge of his nose!*
Napier: Ouch!
Markson: O’Donnell... O’Donnell is bleeding badly after that heel kick to the nose.
Napier: And it only took one shot! That should show you how strong and awesome Cashe is.
*O’Donnell can taste his own blood, and his eyes light up with anger and fury. O’Donnell slyly pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from the taint of his tights. Guaranteed smells like brassy taco bell burittos O’Donnell gets to his feet. Cashe goes to kick him again, but O’Donnell catches the foot. CJ with a right hook with the brass knuckles slamming it into Cashe's nose, but bleeding but Cashe is in rough shape on his knees as CJ bounces off the opposite ropes and lays out the challenger with IRISH KNOWLEDGE (Running Single Leg High Knee) and makes the cover, the crowd booing loudly. Lindsay stops her jig to make the count!*
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve Cotton: Winner of the match... AND STILL TPW PRESTIGE CHAMPION... “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
*The fans boo as he slyly puts the brass knuckles back in Taco Bell Taint area and takes his belt. He pays no heed to Cashe as he leaves the ring.*
Markson: I feel for Cashe, he got screwed.
Napier: Hey, a win is a win. A loss is a loss.
Markson: I hope Cashe gets another chance, he deserves it!
*The scene fades from a very angry looking Jason Cashe to darkness. *
Steve Cotton: Winner of the match... AND STILL TPW PRESTIGE CHAMPION... “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
*The fans boo as he slyly puts the brass knuckles back in Taco Bell Taint area and takes his belt. He pays no heed to Cashe as he leaves the ring.*
Markson: I feel for Cashe, he got screwed.
Napier: Hey, a win is a win. A loss is a loss.
Markson: I hope Cashe gets another chance, he deserves it!
*The scene fades from a very angry looking Jason Cashe to darkness. *
*The scene opens to the full moon hanging in the dark sky. An ominous voice begins to speak through the darkness. *
Voiceover: Get ready for the most bone-crushing, heart-pounding event of the year! Thunder Pro Wrestling proudly presents "Night Of The Living Dead," a pay-per-view extravaganza like no other, coming to you live from the infamous Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum!
Voiceover: On this moonlit night, the spirits of the past will collide with the warriors of today, and the echoes of insanity will reverberate through the halls of history. In the eerie shadow of the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, the ring transforms into a battleground for the most twisted, unhinged, and hardcore wrestling spectacle you've ever witnessed!
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*The video fades from a shot of a hand bursting through the ground, ending dirt covering the screen. As the dirt falls of the screen it reveals Steve Cotton standing in the ring to introduce the next match. *
