Friday Night Fury 9/29/23 Results
Sept 29, 2023 15:49:40 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Sept 29, 2023 15:49:40 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a clip of the closing moments of Gladiators Ball.
Ava Arthur is looking to the outside of the ring to see what is going on, and as she picks herself up off of Vaughn a masked figure rolls out from under the ring and grabs the top piece of the broken sledgehammer with the head on it. Ava doesn’t see the masked figure as she is looking at Terry, using the ropes to pull herself up.
The masked figure rolls into the ring behind Ava and charges forward slamming the head of the sledgehammer into the back of Ava’s head. Ava crumbles to the mat knocked out cold. The masked figure drops the sledgehammer and helps Peter Vaughn to his feet. Vaughn looks at the masked person and grows an evil grin on his face. The masked figure rolls out of the ring and back under it as Vaughn climbs to the top rope. Vaughn steadies himself on the top rope and then leaps off with The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop) right onto Ava’s head. Vaughn rolls onto Aav for the pin. *
Markson: NO! NO! NOT THIS WAY!
*The scene cuts to the masked individual pulling the mask off to reveal “The War Queen” Leah Aguero. Leah looks down at Terry Marshall and spits on him. Leah then looks at Peter Vaughn who is laughing. Vaughn sticks his hand out and Leah shakes it, erupting the stadium in boos.
Alexander Marshall gets the door cut open and marches in with the International Championship in hand. Alexander climbs into the ring and hands the championship belt to Vaughn. Alexander grabs one of Leah’s arms and one of Vaughn's and raises them in the air as pyro begins to go off. The pyro fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a shot of the sold-out Rupp Arena with 20,000 plus Thunderamanics screaming with excitement at the start of the show as blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *
“I FINALLY MADE IT ON ESPN!”
“CLAIM THAT FAME CAIN”
“Killz, Unknown, Kraig, Mickissik, WELCOME TO THE PARTY!”
“Eavan Is Gonna Kill Khloe”
“WHY LEAH WHY”
“Ava Arthur Should Be Champ”
“ZOLTON CHOKED OUT PAGE!”
“I’M THE OWNER NOW”
*The camera then pans to the ringside commentary table where we see Mark Markson, and a very nervous-looking Nick Napier. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE! Welcome to the first episode of Friday Nigh Fury on ESPN3! What a show we have in store for you tonight.
Napier: Any word on who the new owner is?
Markson: No, I haven’t heard anything.
Napier: Nothing? Come one man. What is the rumor mill saying? What do the dirt sheets say?
Markson: Anything the dirt sheets say would simply be speculation. I deal in facts and reality, and the reality is that we have a great show lined up for tonight.
Napier: Any show that starts out with JMont is certainly going to be a great one.
Markson: Ugh, I don’t know about that one.
Napier: I do. So, let’s get to JMont so I can get my mind off of who this new owner is.
Markson: WAIT! Jut a moment, we are getting word that some type of extended limousine is arriving in the back.
Napier: OH, THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE NEW OWNER! I cannot wait to see who is arriving here tonight in that kind of style.
*The cameras shift to the back of the arena where you can see most of the TPW staff and personnel looking on as if they have never seen a limo before. But, if you were back there with them, then you would understand why all the attention has shifted to the back of the arena. The cameras are zoomed in as this one of a kind limo pulls up to the back. 100 feet in length and around 25,000 total pounds. This is truly an eye catcher if there has ever been one. You even have a total of 26 tires and a helipad on the back with a custom yellow chopper. *
Napier: OH, THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE NEW OWNER! I cannot wait to see who is arriving here tonight in that kind of style.
*The cameras shift to the back of the arena where you can see most of the TPW staff and personnel looking on as if they have never seen a limo before. But, if you were back there with them, then you would understand why all the attention has shifted to the back of the arena. The cameras are zoomed in as this one of a kind limo pulls up to the back. 100 feet in length and around 25,000 total pounds. This is truly an eye catcher if there has ever been one. You even have a total of 26 tires and a helipad on the back with a custom yellow chopper. *
Markson: I see the American flags, but this cannot be Joe Biden can it?
Napier: We were told that some special guests would be arriving today. Maybe the President is a big TPW fan.
*As the limo finally comes to a complete stop, everyone outside is waiting in anticipation to see who is inside the limo as well as a chance to get a view of what is truly inside this mammoth beast. As the driver gets out of the limo, he makes his way around and let me tell you, for a driver, this man is dressed to the “T”. That has to be a custom suit from Italy, with the way it has been tailored and the pinstripes. The well dressed driver gets to the back of the limo where the helipad is and opens the door. You can see all the staff, personnel and even the VIP fans all hovering around. The cameras are zoomed in but it doesn’t pick up anyone inside the limo, but catches the view of a few beds, a heated jacuzzi, a small pool, a custom bar, a large flat screen TV with a PS5 hookup. *
Markson: Well, let's cross Joe Biden off. There is no way that this is his style.
Napier: Whoever that is, I'm a fan and want to go for a ride.
*As a few minutes go by, the driver is standing there like a model and security guard at the same time, protecting whoever is inside this limo as the door is still open. Everyone is getting antsy and there is a show that still has to go on.
5 MORE MINUTES GO BY!!!!!!
*Finally, you see the limo driver pop his head in. When he pops back out, he looks at the camera with a smile on his face. Standing there like the POPE is about to come out of this limo. The fans and staff look on and…………………………
Markson: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Napier: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Markson: I thought this man was arrested and banned from the TPW!
Napier: You can’t ban J Mont. This man is the GOAT. He is WRESTLING. He is the Ratings.
Markson: This man needs to join The Situation from Jersey Shore in Jail!
Napier: You're just mad you can’t GTL like J Mont!
Markson: What the hell is a GTL?
Napier: And this is why everyone loves to hear me speak and not you. Gym-Tan-Laundry. Get with the new generation Markson.
*J Mont walks out of the limo and the first thing that everyone notices is the TPW American Championship on his shoulder. A title he did not win at The Gladiator’s Ball, but damn well made sure he took it with him because he felt he won it. As J Mont stands there, looking on at all the VIP fans and TPW Personnel and staff, he does that sinister smirk which means he is up to something. But, the way he is dressed, he is not ready for a fight, but more for a fancy night out. *
Napier: HOLY COW!!!! Look at that suit!
Markson: Who would wear something that hideous?
Napier: I bet the diamonds in that suit cost more than your whole house, car and collection of dirty magazines. Well, maybe not the magazines cause you have a Poop load of them.
Markson: You really need to get off the “D” of J Mont. This man is making a mockery of the TPW and this great sport.
*J Mont is standing there in a Richard Jewels Diamond Edition luxury Suit. You are talking about 480 half carat diamonds as well as the suit being made from a fabric of cashmere and silk. A total of 600 man hours was used to complete this one of a kind suit. You want to talk about a million dollar man, he is standing right here tonight, in the back of the Rupp Arena. *
J Mont: Your TPW American Champion is about to enter the arena and tell the world, just what is about to happen. Follow me!
*J Mont is on his way into the arena and the camera’s are following him. You also have a whole entourage of people as well following behind as they do not want to miss what has to come out of the mouth of the biggest asshole in the business today. *
Napier: YES! J Mont is on his way to the ring. We are in for a treat!
Markson: I hope someone stops him before he can make it out here.
Napier: I wanna see those diamonds on that suit. They are shining more than the one on The American Title.
Markson: J Mont is making a big joke right now out of the TPW, The American Title and this great sport.
*J Mont is walking at a good pace as he enters the arena from the back. Security lets him in because, why not? Everyone knows who J Mont is and they are not going to say no. Contract or no Contract, this man goes where he wants, and when he wants. As the walk continues, he is still being followed by the camera’s as well as the fans and staff. The fans in the arena have been witnessing this the whole entire time as well thanks to the great camera work from some fat guy who has actually been doing a great job keeping up with J Mont.
A FEW MORE MINUTES GO BY!!!!!!
As J Mont approaches the curtains that lead to the main stage and into the arena, he stops and turns around looking at the camera. *
J Mont: Business is about to pick up. Now, hit my MUSIC!!!!
*The lights in the arena go dim. The fans know what to expect, but do they really? J Mont, standing in the back, is waiting for the music to hit before making his grand entrance. *
BORN IN THE U.S.A. BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just to cover it up, now
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., now
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Send me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
*J Mont walks out from the back with that custom suit garnering a lot of attention as well as the fact he is carrying The American Title that he never beat Junko for. As J Mont walks down the ramp, the fans are really lashing into him. But you could never tell. The smile on his face goes to show you that J Mont doesn't give 2 shits what you say about him or how you feel about him. J Mont walks at his own pace and drum. As he gets half way down the ramp, he stops and turns around. *
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just to cover it up, now
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., now
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Send me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
*J Mont walks out from the back with that custom suit garnering a lot of attention as well as the fact he is carrying The American Title that he never beat Junko for. As J Mont walks down the ramp, the fans are really lashing into him. But you could never tell. The smile on his face goes to show you that J Mont doesn't give 2 shits what you say about him or how you feel about him. J Mont walks at his own pace and drum. As he gets half way down the ramp, he stops and turns around. *
*Pyros, fireworks, smoke. You name it, and it went off just now. The fans are actually applauding the display that just went off and J Mont turns his attention back towards the ring as he slowly walks so the people can keep their attention on him and only him. *
Napier: The Alpha Male of our Business. The King of the Beasts!
Markson: You really have a Man Crush going on here.
Napier: You wish you could be J Mont.
Markson: Just what I want in life. To be hated by everyone and be the biggest asshole in America.
*As J Mont walks up the steps looking like a million bucks, he turns back around again and holds up the American Title high for the fans to see.
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
*J Mont is urging the fans to keep going. Even a 5 year old little girl in the front row just flipped him off and a young boy threw his souvenir cup at J Mont, but of course missed because no one in Kentucky has a good arm. As J Mont gets into the ring, he is handed a mic and all the attention is on him in the center of the ring. *
Napier: Get your popcorn ready. This is about to be good.
Markson: We should go to a commercial break so no one has to hear anything J Mont has to say.
*J Mont taps on the mic to make sure it’s working because it looks like he has a lot to say.
*
J Mont: Lexington, Kentucky… ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
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BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
J Mont: Figured that was coming since you morons think it's smart to keep everything in the family around here. Look at these idiots in the front row on a date. I bet you are brother and sister. Imagine that baby that comes out of the 2 of you. Will be like the CHIRPING CYCLOPS kid from Harold and Kumar. But let me not get off track here. I am here tonight in this dump of a city to let everyone know that I am the TRUE AMERICAN CHAMPION of the TPW. If you saw the Gladiator’s Ball, then you will know what I am talking about. But i know everyone here has no idea because you minimum wage, fat belly, hole in the socks Poop heads can't afford a ticket or the 69.99 price of the pay per view. So, now I have to waste precious minutes of my life to tell you what exactly happened. I nailed Junko with a JKO and everyone heard the 1-2-3 but here comes the fuckin MULLET saying her foot was on the rope. Just like a crooked cop, he planted her foot there to screw me over. I am the champion and that man should be fired like Joe Biden. And I know who was behind all of this. It was Peter Vaughn and just think about it for a minute. Look at this image of that stupid Ref Mullet.
Napier: Haha, this is great. Peter Dirt. Mullet Vaughn. Joe Vaughn.
Markson: Senior Referee Matthew Mullet is a former legendary wrestler. J Mont is just butt hurt he lost his World Title to Vaughn over in the WGWF.
*J Mont, with that sinister smile continues on. *
J Mont: All I know is that I am not giving up this American Championship. I won this title fair and square with the help of no one. I could have stacked the deck and brought over my alliance which is THE FORTUNATE ONES, but i didn’t. Everyone here is going to recognize me as the American Champion because I SAID SO. And I don't even think Junko is in any shape to have a rematch with me for MY TITLE. I think she still has a few pieces of glass stuck in her head and face still. I mean, look at this right here.
J Mont: So, looks like we won't be seeing Junko for a while and you all can thank me later for that. She is better off in her career working at a dry cleaning store or making sure there is enough duck sauce available at the restaurant for the customers. I AM THE AMERICAN CHAMPION. Things are going to go my way now. So, for all you douchebags in attendance and all the kids that are going to get left back and be 25 in high school, I have a treat for you all.
*J Mont points up the ceiling of the arena. *
Napier: Wonder what is next!
Markson: I hope a car falls down on this idiot.
*Thousands on top of thousands of fortune cookies start to fall from the rafters and ceiling. People are getting hit in the head, face, eyes and so on. J Mont is cracking up. *
J Mont: You don't need to open those to know your fortune Lexington. You are all a bunch of failures that will never amount to anything. You can thank me for your dinner here tonight too. Enjoy the Fortune Cookies, because I know Junko will with the ones I sent to her Hospital Room. FRIDAY NIGHT MONT is the show now. And before I leave, I want to let you all know that George Clooney is a piece of Poop. Ashley Judd is a big whore. And Wynonna Judd needs to make a song about me being the AMERICAN CHAMPION. So, I guess it's time to leave this rat infested, sister loving brother, city that will never win a college football championship and get back to my fiance Mia and daughter Gia. Time to Fly the Yellow Chopper home back to Vegas, where it's clean, healthy and full of rich people like myself. Oh yeah, one more thing…..
Napier: All these fans deserve that.
Markson: Fines! Suspensions! Need to happen or just get rid of this guy already.
*J Mont is in the ring holding up the American Title. As he is about to step through the
Ropes… "Battle Royale" by Apashe hits, drawing a huge pop from the fans. J Mont's eyes widen and he stares off in the distance, toward the entranceway! Clutching the American Championship with both hands, he shakes his head, looking around frantically and shouting!*
J Mont: NO! NO! It can't be! She's not here!
*He looks around at the fans in the front row, spittle flying from his mouth with every heavy breath.*
J Mont: I TOOK HER OUT! SHE'S FINISHED! YOU ALL SAW IT!
*The entrance music continues playing... and Junko Souma never comes out. J Mont looks around, letting his guard down. Relief washes over him and he looks down at "his" precious American championship as the music cuts. The fans groan with disappointment... and then begin booing. J Mont, red in the face, slowly raises the microphone... still a bit uncertain of what's going on.*
J Mont: See... that's what I thought --
*The fans suddenly explode as Junko hops the rail and slides under the bottom rope behind J Mont... holding onto a bundle of light tubes! J Mont seems confused by the massive reaction and raises an eyebrow... slowly turning around as he swallows hard --
-- CRASHHHHHHH!
SHE BUSTS THE BUNDLE OF LIGHT TUBES OVER J MONT'S HEAD! J Mont goes down, the American Championship flying six feet in the air as he goes down, landing next to him! She dives for the championship but he comes quick enough to roll over and grab it, holding it close as he scrambles for the ropes!*
Napier: Run, J Mont! RUN! SHE'S OUT OF HER MIND!
Markson: No! Stay right where you are, J Mont!
Napier: What the hell!? You wanted him gone like two minutes ago!
Markson: This is different!
*As J Mont scrambles for the ropes on all fours, Junko tears at his suit, ripping it to pieces until he rolls under the bottom rope with nothing on but his socks and Gucci underwear! With small trickles of blood running down his forehead, J Mont runs to the back with the title!*
Napier: This is twice now that Junko has interrupted J Mont and torn his clothes off! What is it with this maniac and ruining J Mont's wardrobe!? Is she into him or something!?
Markson: Is she into him -- WILL YOU STOP!? It's not her fault that he pays top dollar for faulty clothes!
*J Mont disappears behind the curtain and Junko gives chase, climbing out of the ring and running up the ramp full speed in pursuit of J Mont and her championship! The fans are cheering wildly!*
Napier: What's she gonna do if she catches him, huh?! He's the champion! Attacking him backstage won't change that!
Markson: But he's not the champion, you goon! That's HER championship!
Napier: That's just your opinion!
*Markson picks up a handful of fortune cookies that rained down on the announce desk and throws them at Napier.*
Markson: Eat your fortune cookies and let's get on with the show.
Napier: Hey, that's assault!
Markson: Folks, we have to get the ring cleaned up. We will be right back with our opening contest after these words from our fine sponsors. 
Markson: Maxine Riggs is in the ring awaiting that succubus.
Napier: You mean the Claim The Fame Briefcase Owner.
Markson: That’s a mouthful.
Napier: That’s what your mom says to me.
Markson: … ANYWAY, Cain had some harsh words for Maxine earlier this week.
Napier: Well, can’t say I blame her. I mean, she was almost Veronica’s grandma!
Markson: If you believe the dirt sheets, she did marry the late legendary Scott Nash Strader.
*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 at her opponent.*
//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 opponent staring her down.*
*DING DING DING*
Napier: This should be over quickly.
Markson: Now I definitely believe my mom says that about you.
*Veronica stares down, or rather, up at the 6’3 Amazonian French-Canadian woman as Maxine makes her way towards the centre of the ring.*
Napier: You can feel the tension. This is great!
*Max falls backwards, and lays there, not moving. Veronica tilts her head, yelling at her to get up. The Thunderites boo and who can blame them? They wanted to see a squash match.*
Napier: What the hell?
Markson: I don’t know, Nape. I don’t know.
*Veronica shakes her head and places a boot on the massive rack of Maxine and referee Lindsay Wallace drops for the count.*
1!
2!
3!
*DING DING DING*
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match by pinfall… VERONICA THE SCORPION CAIN!!!!!!!!!
*”Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress) starts to play as Veronica rolls out of the ring, shaking her head. Veronica’s new manager, Liz Vitale, hands her the briefcase as the two head up the ramp, as Maxine gets up and exits through the crowd, a sullen look on her face.*
Napier: I will say, I like Veronica’s new manager, Liz Vitale… has beautiful big… eyes.
Markson: Speaking of which, I wonder what’s up with Mad Max?
Napier: Maybe what Veronica had to say got to her. At least it wasn't a finger jab of doom.
Markson: Jab of doom? Poke sounds better and maybe. Well folks, stay tuned for more of the best wrestling on TV today!
Napier: We promise actual wrestling as well!
Napier: You mean the Claim The Fame Briefcase Owner.
Markson: That’s a mouthful.
Napier: That’s what your mom says to me.
Markson: … ANYWAY, Cain had some harsh words for Maxine earlier this week.
Napier: Well, can’t say I blame her. I mean, she was almost Veronica’s grandma!
Markson: If you believe the dirt sheets, she did marry the late legendary Scott Nash Strader.
*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 at her opponent.*
//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 opponent staring her down.*
*DING DING DING*
Napier: This should be over quickly.
Markson: Now I definitely believe my mom says that about you.
*Veronica stares down, or rather, up at the 6’3 Amazonian French-Canadian woman as Maxine makes her way towards the centre of the ring.*
Napier: You can feel the tension. This is great!
*Max falls backwards, and lays there, not moving. Veronica tilts her head, yelling at her to get up. The Thunderites boo and who can blame them? They wanted to see a squash match.*
Napier: What the hell?
Markson: I don’t know, Nape. I don’t know.
*Veronica shakes her head and places a boot on the massive rack of Maxine and referee Lindsay Wallace drops for the count.*
1!
2!
3!
*DING DING DING*
Steve Cotton: Your winner of the match by pinfall… VERONICA THE SCORPION CAIN!!!!!!!!!
*”Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress) starts to play as Veronica rolls out of the ring, shaking her head. Veronica’s new manager, Liz Vitale, hands her the briefcase as the two head up the ramp, as Maxine gets up and exits through the crowd, a sullen look on her face.*
Napier: I will say, I like Veronica’s new manager, Liz Vitale… has beautiful big… eyes.
Markson: Speaking of which, I wonder what’s up with Mad Max?
Napier: Maybe what Veronica had to say got to her. At least it wasn't a finger jab of doom.
Markson: Jab of doom? Poke sounds better and maybe. Well folks, stay tuned for more of the best wrestling on TV today!
Napier: We promise actual wrestling as well!
*Backstage, we hear heavy breathing. The camera looks around the area, finally finding J Mont staggering past a handful of backstage staff. Still only wearing his socks and Gucci underwear, he grabs a nearby towel and wipes the blood off his face before throwing it in the face of one of the staff. Shaking his head, J Mont looks down at the American Championship in his hand.*
J Mont: God damn Junko!
*He looks down at his near naked body.*
J Mont: What is it with you and tearing up my clothes, huh!? I'm a married man in a few months!
*He hears a noise nearby and looks around frantically before setting his sights on the backstage staff. Straightening up, he points at one of them.*
J Mont: Hey, you -- yeah, YOU, lard ass!
*The staff member looks confused... and offended.*
J Mont: You didn't see Junko Souma come through here did you? Little, Japanese, looks kind of like the guy from the Karate Kid movies?
TPW Staff: No, sir... haven't seen her all night, J Mont.
*J Mont nods, accepting the answer... before leaping and dropping the man stone cold with the JKO! The other staff members scatter, not wanting more of the same. J Mont rises and spits on the man before shouldering the American Championship.*
J Mont: Keep up the good work.
*J Mont tilts his head back and laughs.*
J Mont: I can do whatever I want!
*J Mont walks past a stack of crates and the live crowd suddenly cheers loudly. Sensing the reaction, feeling the rumble of the fans beneath his feet, J Mont looks confused... before the camera pans up to reveal Junko Souma standing on top of the crates! She leaps onto J Mont's back and he drops the championship on the ground, spinning around wildly with Junko hanging on for dear life!*
J Mont: HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?
*He flings her off and grabs the championship before staggering out... only for her to leap onto his back again! This time, as he nears a corridor lined with windows leading into offices, he whips her outward... AND THROUGH THE NEAREST WINDOW! Glass shatters and she vanishes inside the office space! Flexing out, red in the face, he pumps his fists and screams.*
J Mont: YESSSSSSSS! TAKE THAT, JUNKO! YOU BITCH!
*J Mont grabs the championship and runs off, sock-feet padding away into the distance until he's gone from sight. As the camera pans around to get a good look at the shattered window, we see Junko's bloody hand raise up and grip the edge before we fade to black.*
J Mont: God damn Junko!
*He looks down at his near naked body.*
J Mont: What is it with you and tearing up my clothes, huh!? I'm a married man in a few months!
*He hears a noise nearby and looks around frantically before setting his sights on the backstage staff. Straightening up, he points at one of them.*
J Mont: Hey, you -- yeah, YOU, lard ass!
*The staff member looks confused... and offended.*
J Mont: You didn't see Junko Souma come through here did you? Little, Japanese, looks kind of like the guy from the Karate Kid movies?
TPW Staff: No, sir... haven't seen her all night, J Mont.
*J Mont nods, accepting the answer... before leaping and dropping the man stone cold with the JKO! The other staff members scatter, not wanting more of the same. J Mont rises and spits on the man before shouldering the American Championship.*
J Mont: Keep up the good work.
*J Mont tilts his head back and laughs.*
J Mont: I can do whatever I want!
*J Mont walks past a stack of crates and the live crowd suddenly cheers loudly. Sensing the reaction, feeling the rumble of the fans beneath his feet, J Mont looks confused... before the camera pans up to reveal Junko Souma standing on top of the crates! She leaps onto J Mont's back and he drops the championship on the ground, spinning around wildly with Junko hanging on for dear life!*
J Mont: HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?
*He flings her off and grabs the championship before staggering out... only for her to leap onto his back again! This time, as he nears a corridor lined with windows leading into offices, he whips her outward... AND THROUGH THE NEAREST WINDOW! Glass shatters and she vanishes inside the office space! Flexing out, red in the face, he pumps his fists and screams.*
J Mont: YESSSSSSSS! TAKE THAT, JUNKO! YOU BITCH!
*J Mont grabs the championship and runs off, sock-feet padding away into the distance until he's gone from sight. As the camera pans around to get a good look at the shattered window, we see Junko's bloody hand raise up and grip the edge before we fade to black.*
* The darkness clears to reveal Jeremy The Wicked siting backstage in an empty section of the locker room, he is staring into a mirror. Instead of his reflection, the Shadow stares back at him from within the mirror. *
Jeremy The Wicked: You know, it's been two weeks since I finally got that win.
Shadow (in the mirror, grinning wildly): Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it? But, it's not just about the win, it's about what comes next.
Jeremy The Wicked: Yeah, you're right, Shadow. I've been thinking a lot about what you said – about embracing the chaos within me.
Shadow: That's the spirit, Jeremy. The world of professional wrestling is all about chaos and unpredictability. You've got to be willing to unleash your inner wild side.
*Jeremy nods. *
Jeremy The Wicked: I've spent too long worrying about the consequences. Maybe it's time I let go a little and see where this journey takes me.
*The Shadow smirks.*
Shadow: That's the ticket. Now, let's go out there and keep pushing the boundaries. Who's next on our list?
Jeremy The Wicked: Whoever it is, they better watch out. We're just getting started, Shadow.
*Superunknown walks into the locker room. The Shadow slowly fades away, being replaced with Jeremy’s reflection in the mirror. Jeremy turns to face Superunknown. Jeremy’s eyes narrow. *
Jeremy The Wicked: What do you want?
Superunknown: Is that anyway to greet a friend?
Jeremy The Wicked: Last time I saw you, you dropped me on my freaking head man.
Napier: Holy crap! He’s gonna eat her alive!
Steven Cotton: And her opponent, hailing from Area 51, he is…Superunknown!
*The mysterious monster of a masked man starts to make his way down to the ring, slowly stalking forward, his face a stone mask, betraying no emotion. He slowly climbs the ring steps and makes his way into the ring, staring across the ring at his opponent. If Kraig is impressed or intimidated by the appearance of Superunknown, she doesn’t show it, slowly approaching him, hands on her hips.*
Markson: There’s no mistake here, this is an old-fashioned David vs. Goliath contest.
Napier: Yeah, and just like that story, Kraig is gonna have to fight dirty if she plans to come out on top here.
Markson: Are you suggesting David “fought dirty?”
*As the bell rings, Kraig and Superunknown continue a stare down in the middle of the ring. Neither looks especially intimidated, even as Superunknown has well over a foot on his opponent. She rears back on hand and slaps him HARD across the chest, causing a resounding SMACK that resonates across the arena. Still, the big man is not moved. Kraig bites her lip and tries again, this time with a knife edge chop. Again, no real reaction. Seeing she is going to have to be a bit more aggressive, Kraig runs and bounces off the ropes, running at her opponent and throwing a hard elbow to his mid-section. Still no reaction. Starting to show signs of frustration, Kraig once more runs against the ropes, this time bounding off of the middle ring in a springboard and nailing Superunknown with a well-placed dropkick to his sternum. This does cause the big man to stumble back, giving Kraig the opening she needs to push forward, attempting to throw a double-axehandle, only for Superknown’s hand to jut out at seemingly lightning speed and catch his opponent by the throat. A quick trip up and down, and Kraig finds herself nearly chokeslammed through the mat. Superunknown goes for the cover. *
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Kraig is able to kick out!
Markson: Just as she was getting something going, Superunknown finally comes alive and puts a stop it!
Napier: I don’t imagine that was really going to go anywhere; she is going to need to start thinking smarter if she’s gonna pull this one out.
*Superunknown stands, picking his opponent up by the hair and holding her up in a delayed vertical suplex. The crowd starts counting. One…two…three…the hold continues all the way up to a ten count before he finally drops Kraig, causing her to writhe on the mat. Rather than go for the cover however, Superunknown bounces off of the ring ropes, setting his downed opponent for a leg drop. However, Kraig is able to have enough wherewithal to get roll out of the way, causing the behemoth to fall on his own hip, giving Kraig time to catch a breather. *
Napier: There we go, smart! I knew this girl had it in her.
Markson: Well Superunknown isn’t give her much room to breathe. Watch out!
*As Kraig walks around the outside of the ring, she eventually finds herself caught, thanks to Superunknown grabbing her by the hair and yanking her up to the ring apron. His emotionless face stares into hers before her scoops her up, placing La Loba Loca on his shoulder. He lurches forward, clearly intent on dropping her face first onto the turnbuckle. Kraig is able to scramble free however, backing up and then dropping a well-placed dropkick to Superunknown’s back, causing him to stumble into the turnbuckle. She doesn’t hesitate for a moment, running and springboarding off the corner to drive her knee into the big man’s face. That causes him to stumble backwards onto one knee, giving her time to scramble to the top rope. Sizing him up, and waiting for him to stagger to his feet, she leaps forward and nails him with a gigantic flying clothesline!*
Markson: Kraig being resourceful and finding ways to get Superunknown off his feet!
Napier: Now it’s only a question of whether she can capitalize before he recovers.
*Kraig positions herself quickly at the head of her opponent, setting him up for a triangle choke hold! Bobby Johnson checks to see if Superunknown is gonna tap, but before long the size differential comes into the place once more. Superunknown is slowly, methodically able to get his feet beneath him and slowly starts to lift Kraig up in the air. For the first time, a look of fear starts to fill the eyes of Kraig, as she braces a moment before Superunknown slams her down to mat in a massive powerbomb, forcing her to release the choke! *
Markson: I would swear Superunkown is trying to stress test the shocks on the ring.
*Superunknown approaches Kraig, lifting her up by her hair. He throws her into the ring ropes, sending her flying. He attempts to take her damn head off with a huge lariat, but she is able to duck it once. On the rebound, he tries again, but the high-flyer is able to evade. In response, she attempts to springboard moonsault off the middle rope. But anticipating it, Superunknown catches her, situating her head and then dropping her into a thudding tombstone piledriver, Kraig bouncing a good six inches on impact. *
Napier: Night night, best of luck next time.
Markson: An absolutely huge tombstone from Superunknown, and I have to agree, not sure how Kraig recovers from that one.
*Superunknown nonchalantly rolls into a pin, and indeed he gets… *
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Steve Cotton: Your winner, by pinfall, Superunkown!
*Black Sabbath starts to fill the air again as Superunknown has his hand raised by Bobby Johnson. He has no visual reaction to the victory, his face as unreadable as before. The camera focuses on his unknowable expression as ever before. For her part, Kraig rolls out of the ring, holding her neck, both her body and her ego leaving a bit bruised. The shot fades to the backstage area.*
KICKOUT!
Markson: Huge kick out again, this time from Allister McKissick. Both these men showing how much they want to be in Thunder Pro here tonight.
Napier: Eh neither of them are impressing me. They definitely aren’t Cabal material.
*Killz pushes himself up to his feet, and begins pulling Allister up to his feet. Killz goes for the Sick Kicks (Spinning Heel Kick), but Allister ducks under the kick and as Killz spins around in a three-sixty Allister catches him with a McKissick Cutter ( A quick cutter executed from various positions). Killz is dazed and staggers up to a knee when Allister grabs him, pulls him up to his feet and whips KIllz into the ropes. As Killz comes back Allister plants him with the Caledonian Crash (Pop up sit down powerbomb), and hooks for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH MY! Mickey Killz refuses to stay down.
Napier: He isn’t smart enough to stay down.
*Allister is stunned as he gets to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief that Killz is still up. Allister back up a bit and waits for Killz to get up and comes charging in for another Highland Kick, but Mickey strikes first with a spinning side kick to the stomach of Allestier that stuns him. Killz then unleashes his Flurry of Blows (A combination of strikes that incorporates both low kicks and jabs, as he weaves back and forth erratically. Inevitably ends with a headbutt).
The headbutt sends Allister falling back into the corner. Killz is feeling rejuvenated as he grabs Allister and whips him across the ring into the corner. Killz then charges across the corner with the Taste It (Running elbow to the moosh in the corner). *
Markson: Mickey Killz is on fire and he is landing bombs on Allister McKissick.
Napier: Putting his MMA skills to use, guess those MMA classes weren’t wasted after all.
*Killz pulls Allister into position for The Purple Curtain (Straight Jacket Backcracker), but Allister throws his head backward smashing the crown of his skull into the forehead of Killz. Allister then runs straight into the ropes and comes off with the Highland Kick ( A lightning-fast spinning wheel kick), but this time Killz catches him. Killz rolls backward holding Allister in a side cradle. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… MICKEY KILLZ!!!
Markson: Mickey Killz caught him with that side cradle, impressive wrestling knowledge from Mickey Killz.
Napier: Even more impressive when you take into account the guy’s an idiot.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
*Referee Beard raises Killz hand in victory and Killz looks almost as surprised as Allister does. Killz turns to see Allister getting up and shaking his head in disbelief. Allister marches toward Killz with his hands on his hips, and Killz steps back ready to keep fighting. Allister stops though and sticks his hand out. Killz smiles and shakes hands wth Allister bringing a cheer from the fans. *
Markson: Great show of sportsmanship from both competitors right there.
Napier: What a couple of dorks.
*The scene fades from the two men shaking hands to the backstage area. *
*A golden light bathes the stage, rolling down the ramp towards the ring, as the first few bars ring out around the arena. A couple of moments… then, in a towering blast of fog, Ava and Alessia step out, Ava roaring, Alessia brandishing her belt high over her head. Tucking it over her shoulder, the two walk down to the ring, side by side, Ava pounding the plate of the belt around her waist. As they reach the ring they simultaneously slip up onto the apron, climb the ropes, and with one arm around each other, raise the belts high. They take in the moment, enjoying the noise of the crowd… then eventually, step down, hand the belts over, swing a few practice punches, and get ready for the bell.
On the other side of the ring, the mood shifted dramatically as The Corrupted, comprising Elijah Cain and Atlas Moore with manager Xia Layne, made their entrance. The intense melody of Out of My Way by Seether intensified the aura of malevolence that surrounded them. The fans greeted them with a chorus of boos, recognizing the threat they posed to the champions. The Corrupted exuded an aura of confidence and intimidation as they made their way to the ring, ready to make a statement against the champions.
With the formalities completed, the referee checked both teams for any illegal objects, ensuring a fair contest. Once satisfied, the bell rang, and the match was underway.*
DING DING
Markson: Here we go! Our Duos Champs in action!
Napier: Too bad it's against a team like the Corrupted. If the belts were on the line, we might really have new champs here tonight.
Markson: Well, for now, all they can do is state their case against the champs. Take them down here, and they're guaranteed a title shot soon enough.
*Ava Arthur, known for her explosive brawling style, wasted no time in launching a furious offensive. She lunged at Elijah Cain with a rapid succession of powerful punches and forearm strikes, each blow landing with a thunderous impact. The crowd roared in approval, rallying behind the Black Country Bomber as she unleashed her signature fury. Elijah Cain, however, was no stranger to adversity. The imposing figure from The Corrupted absorbed Ava's onslaught with a stoic demeanor, his granite-like resolve on full display. He weathered the storm of Ava's strikes, his experience in the ring evident as he deftly blocked and parried her blows, narrowly avoiding the full brunt of her assault.
In a pivotal moment, Cain seized an opening. As Ava swung for another punishing punch, he sidestepped her with lightning speed, causing her to lose her balance momentarily. Ava's fists met only empty air as Cain expertly maneuvered out of harm's way. With Ava momentarily off-balance, Cain capitalized on her vulnerability. In a split-second decision, he spun around and delivered a ferocious elbow strike that connected with pinpoint precision. The impact was bone-jarring, sending shockwaves of pain through Ava's jaw. The crowd winced in sympathy for the champion as she staggered backward, momentarily dazed by the sudden counter.*
Markson: What a shot!
Napier: Someone make sure a dentist is waiting in the back to check some fillings!
*Elijah Cain, his confidence unwavering, seized control of the match. He used his imposing presence to corner Ava against the ropes, launching a calculated assault with a series of stiff kicks and knee strikes. Each strike landed with surgical precision, targeting Ava's midsection and ribs, attempting to sap her strength. Despite the pain coursing through her body, Ava refused to back down. Her fiery spirit and unwavering determination kept her on her feet as she absorbed Cain's strikes. With a roar of defiance, she attempted to counter, launching a desperate punch at Cain's jaw. The crowd erupted in cheers, hoping to see Ava turn the tide. But Elijah Cain, the seasoned competitor, had the advantage. He deftly blocked Ava's punch, showcasing his ring awareness and defensive prowess. In one fluid motion, he countered her strike with a swift knee to the midsection, causing Ava to gasp for air.
As the exchange continued, it became clear that Cain's experience and technical acumen were slowly gaining the upper hand. He maintained control, methodically wearing down Ava's resilience with each calculated move. The audience watched in awe as Cain executed a perfectly timed snap suplex, sending Ava crashing to the canvas. With Ava Arthur reeling from the relentless assault unleashed by Elijah Cain he swiftly moved to cover Ava, his chest heaving with exertion, as the referee dropped to make the count.*
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Elijah is certainly making the most of this opportunity.
Napier: It's about to be Lights Out for Ava!
*But just when it seemed like Elijah had the match within his grasp, Ava Arthur summoned her indomitable willpower and determination. With a surge of energy, she kicked out at the very last possible moment, breaking free from the pinfall attempt. The crowd erupted in cheers, awed by Ava's resilience. Elijah sits up abruptly in shock by the kick out to lock eyes with Alessia Angelo who was just entering the ring. Elijah slowly moves backwards to his feet, eyes still locked on Alessia, as he drags Ava to his corner and tags Atlas Moore into the match.
TAG!
As Atlas Moore took control of the match, it was clear that he intended to punish Ava Arthur for her resilience. Moore's sheer power and aggressiveness came to the forefront as he unleashed a barrage of punishing strikes and grapples. He targeted Ava's midsection with relentless knee strikes and clubbing blows, wearing her down with each devastating impact. Ava, still reeling from the earlier onslaught by Elijah Cain, found herself trapped in the relentless grip of Atlas Moore. With every move Moore executed, it became increasingly evident that The Corrupted had a calculated plan to break down the champion. The crowd watched in anticipation, torn between their support for the champions and their admiration for Moore's ruthless display.*
Napier: Look at how well they're working as a team! This is magnificent!
Markson: There's still plenty of match left, though, if Ava can keep pushing through.
*As Moore saw an opportunity to capitalize on Ava's vulnerability, he went for another pin attempt. With Ava's strength waning, Moore positioned her shoulders on the canvas, and the referee dropped to make the count.
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But just when it seemed like Ava might succumb to the relentless assault of Atlas Moore, the arena erupted with excitement as Alessia Angelo, the ever-watchful partner, sprang into action once more. With a burst of speed, Alessia raced across the ring and lunged at Moore, breaking up the pin with a well-timed double axe handle strike to his back. The impact of Alessia's intervention disrupted Moore's pinning attempt and sent him staggering forward. The champions, Lights Out, had once again shown their ability to protect one another and preserve their chances in this grueling contest. The crowd's cheers grew louder as the match continued to escalate in intensity, with each team refusing to back down in their quest for victory.
As if to mock Alessia, Atlas pulls Ava up to her feet as he smiles looking at Alessia. This distraction is the opening Ava needed and quickly lands a body hook to the kidneys, followed by a jumping code breaker. Ava creating the opening she desperately needed slowly crawling towards Alessia in their corner for the tag. Atlas slowly sits up, holding his jaw, as he attempts to shake off the impact and return to his feet. Atlas slightly stumbles forward to grab Ava, but was just too short as Ava lunges to her corner.*
TAG!
Markson: Hot Tag!!
Napier: Uhhh... no, no, I think she missed...
Markson: What, are you crazy? It clearly happened!
*The explosive hot tag from Ava to Alessia had reinvigorated the champions and injected new life into the match. Alessia Angelo, often the cool and calculated grappler, had turned into a whirlwind of offense, and the TPW audience was on their feet, roaring with excitement. With each precise strike and seamless counter, Alessia showcased her technical prowess, leaving Atlas Moore bewildered and struggling to keep pace. Moore, who had been moments away from capitalizing on Ava's vulnerability, now found himself on the receiving end of Alessia's relentless assault. She executed a series of crisp takedowns and ground-based submissions, applying her mastery of mat wrestling to dismantle her opponent. The crowd watched in awe as Alessia targeted Moore's limbs, systematically breaking him down and negating his power advantage.
Elijah Cain, witnessing his partner's predicament, couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer. He charged into the ring, desperate to intervene and turn the tide in favor of The Corrupted. But Alessia Angelo's ring awareness was unmatched. With a lightning-fast reaction, she spun around and delivered a fierce elbow strike to Cain's jaw, sending him reeling. Alessia's dominance was undeniable, but she had one more daring move up her sleeve. With a glance at the ropes, she saw an opportunity. Alessia propelled herself toward them, her feet connecting with the middle rope as she sprang back into the ring. The crowd held their breath as she soared through the air, executing a breathtaking suicide dive that sent both Atlas Moore and Elijah Cain crashing into the ringside barricade.*
Markson: Allessia took flight!
Napier: Normally this is where I'd say she was trying to get counted out to keep the belts... but with the belts not on the line, it doesn't work!
*As the referee began the count, the energy in the TPW arena was electric. Alessia Angelo had left a trail of devastation in her wake, and both Atlas Moore and Elijah Cain were sprawled on the outside, trying to regain their bearings. The crowd counted along with the referee, their voices echoing through the arena.
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3...
Elijah Cain, his sense of urgency growing with each count, realized that they couldn't afford to lose this opportunity. With determination etched on his face, he grabbed hold of Atlas Moore's arm and began to pull him toward the ring. Moore, though dazed and battered, understood the gravity of the situation. Together, they struggled to break the count.
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The audience's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Moore and Cain neared the ring apron. The champions, Lights Out, watched from inside the ring, their hearts pounding with the realization that The Corrupted were inching closer to reentering the match.
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Atlas Moore, summoning every ounce of strength left in his body, managed to roll under the bottom rope and into the ring. The referee halted the count, acknowledging Moore's efforts to break it. The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief, knowing that the match would continue inside the squared circle. Alessia makes a crucial decision, she knew it was time to bring in Ava to capitalize on the momentum they had regained. Alessia reached out and tagged Ava, and the crowd erupted with excitement.*
Markson: Time for Ava to take over, the one who SHOULD be our International Champion!
Napier: There are no "coulds" or "shoulds" in this business, it's all about who has it and who doesn't!
*Ava Arthur, the Black Country Bomber, stormed into the ring like a force of nature. midst the heart-pounding exchange between Ava Arthur and Atlas Moore, the crowd bore witness to a series of thunderous blows and electrifying counters. Both competitors were determined to seize the moment for their respective teams, and the intensity of their battle escalated with each passing second.
Ava Arthur's brawling style was on full display as she relentlessly drove knee strikes and forearm smashes into Atlas Moore. The impact of each blow resonated throughout the arena, and Moore was pushed to his limits. Yet, true to his nature, Moore showcased his resilience, enduring the onslaught and firing back with powerful strikes of his own.
In a stunning turn of events, Ava managed to create an opening. With Moore momentarily stunned, she seized the opportunity to unleash her signature move, the Jawbreaker. With lightning speed, she whipped around, delivering a devastating soccer kick strike to the side of Atlas's head. The crowd gasped in awe at the sheer force of the maneuver.*
Markson: What precision! What accuracy!
Napier: What rubbish! That was... that was a lucky kick!
*Atlas Moore, caught off guard by the Jawbreaker, reeled backward, his world momentarily spinning. The opportunity for Lights Out had presented itself, and they intended to capitalize on it. With Alessia Angelo back on the apron, Ava made her way over to her partner, tagging in Alessia.
Alessia Angelo entered the ring with laser-like focus. She and Ava had perfected their double-team finisher, Hammer and Anvil, over years of training and teamwork. The audience's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Lights Out set their plan into motion.
Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo worked in perfect harmony. Ava positioned Atlas Moore for the finishing blow, ensuring he was disoriented from the Jawbreaker. Then, with a burst of strength, Ava executed a spine-tingling knockout stomp to Moore's face, stunning him further.*
Markson: We're being shown why Lights Out hold the Duos Titles!
Napier: I can't deny they're looking good now, but they caught a lucky break at Gladiator's Ball, and their good fortune won't hold out forever! C'mon, Moore!
*As Moore teetered on the brink of defeat, Alessia Angelo seized the moment. She expertly slipped behind Atlas and locked him into position, delivering the finishing touch. The crowd watched in awe as Alessia bridged into a perfect suplex, holding Moore down just long enough for Ava to drive her stomp into his face.
The impact was deafening, and the arena erupted with cheers as the devastating combination, known as "Hammer and Anvil," connected flawlessly. Atlas Moore was left sprawled on the canvas, unable to kick out. The referee's hand slapped the mat for the third and final time. Elijah quickly enters the ring, only to be met by a spinning elbow to the eye, quickly dropping him to the mat.*
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Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, Lights Out!!
*Lights Out had done it! They emerged victorious in a hard-fought battle against The Corrupted, successfully defending their TPW Dio's Tag Team Championships. The crowd's cheers were thunderous as Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo celebrated their well-deserved win, solidifying their legacy as dominant champions in the tag team division.*
"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!" Hank Williams Jr starts the intro to “Hog Wild” as it booms across the arena as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, jutting out his chin on the stage and facing the audience. He starts down to the ring, pounding on his stomach along the way, ready for another brawl. He gets up on the apron, flashing a signal to the camera, a sign of his love for his wife and child, before stepping through the ropes.
Steve Cotton: The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Charleston, South Carolina, weighing in at 330 pounds… Aaron Warthog!
Markson: A match of fan favorites coming to blows.
Napier: All that means is we all win in the end.
Markson: Who pooped in your shoes before the show?
[The arena darkens as the anticipation in the air builds to a crescendo. The opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World begin to play, and the crowd erupts with excitement. As the music picks up, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and Khloe bursts through the curtain with boundless energy and a radiant smile on her face.]
Steve Cotton: [Excitedly] “Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring, Khloe Cox!”
Markson: Khloe has demonstrated an array of in and out of the ring awareness, with that awesome showing at Gladiators Ball!
Napier: She’s bought herself another match on Friday Night Fury.
Markson: What’s your problem with her?
Napier: I don’t have a problem, but think for once. The new owners aren’t going to give handouts. They want to see who’s for real. Her highlight move was obviously meant to help.
Markson: Do you have passion for anything in your life?
Napier: Yes, knowing that I got to bring you back to Earth.
[Khloe starts her descent to the ring, high-fiving fans along the barricades with genuine enthusiasm. She takes a moment to dance and sing along with the lyrics, creating an instant connection with the audience.]
Khloe: [Singing along] “It just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride! Everything, everything will be just fine!”
Markson: Get in on the singing, Nape!
Napier: Did you just call me– I can make a few calls and get you fired!
Markson: Lighten up! These people really dig Khloe Cox.
[The crowd sings along with her, creating an electric atmosphere of unity and positivity. Khloe’s infectious spirit spreads like wildfire, as fans of all ages join in the celebration.]
Steve Cotton: [With enthusiasm] “Khloe Cox, bringing smiles and good vibes wherever she goes!”
[As Khloe finally reaches the ring, she hops onto the apron and waves to the fans before gracefully stepping through the ropes. Once inside, she climbs a turnbuckle, still singing along to the song, and points to the crowd, acknowledging their support.]
Khloe: [With genuine warmth] “You guys are amazing! Let’s have a blast tonight!”
[The music fades out as Khloe prepares for her match, her positive energy and fan-friendly persona creating an unforgettable moment of unity between her and the audience.]
Markson:
Napier:
*DING DING DING*
As the bell rings to start the match, the celebration of favorites is heightened to a raucous affair as both wrestlers charge into the center of the ring! Aaron has the advantage in power, moving Khloe back towards a corner. He goes for a surprise low kick to the back of the knee and Cox vaults inches above the Warthog sweep! She lands to one side of Aaron and lands quick strikes to his thigh, ribs, and chest, which stun Warthog. Khloe then leaps backward, landing on the second turnbuckle and springing into Aaron with a Meteora that pops the crowd, and a cover!
One!
Tw— KICKOUT!
Markson: Aaron shoving Khloe off by a good couple feet there.
Napier: Things can get chippy anytime. If you ask me, especially with favorites.
Cox and Warthog go nose-to-nose and Khloe rears back and lands a forearm on Aaron, who returns fire as they go strike for strike. Khloe ducks under a telegraphed forearm by Aaron, and builds a head of steam off the ropes to charge at him with a Leg Lariat. Warthog counters into an Elevated Powerbomb and holds on for the pinfall attempt!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Napier: Whoa, I’m mildly more interested since she kicked out. That was like a sudden trainwreck. Clear off the rails.
Markson: Warthog power at it’s finest.
Napier: Warthog power is like, slop and sludge. Man, Markson calling Aaron Warthog sloppy.
Markson: Khloe doesn’t see Warthog waiting behind– Wait, what did you say?
Khloe’s weakened state allows her arms to be swept up from behind by Aaron, who delivers a Full Nelson Slam that sends her driven down to the mat. Aaron begins hyping himself and the crowd is digging the action. He backs up into the corner and as Khloe comes to her feet, Aaron connects with a Body Splash that craters her in the corner! Khloe crumples to the canvas and Warthog falls into a cover as her shoulders hit the mat.
One!
Two!
Th– KICKOUT!
Markson: I hate to say it, but Khloe Cox has stumbled out of the blocks here.
Napier: She’s cursed! She wanted the highlight of the night, and now she’s paying for it.
While Napier spouts his latest nonsense, Aaron pounds the mat. It’s hard to know if it’s out of frustration or if he’s firing up. He goes to pick up Khloe after a moment of exciting the crowd, and Khloe kicks him in the knee. Aaron was caught off guard in the moment and Khloe lands another kick to the knee that forces Warthog down to a knee! Khloe floats up into a modified DDT that bounces Aaron off the mat! She scrambles into a cover!
One!
Tw– KICKOUT!
Napier: Well that was her best shot.
Markson: Hardly! I’ll have you know Khloe does not want the highlight reel moments. She’s here to win.
Napier: … And?
Markson: Unbelievable.
Khloe is back on top of Aaron and raining down strikes. Aaron blocks enough to recover and as he stands he brings Khloe with him! He looks for another Elevated Powerbomb and Khloe goes crashing backwards! No! Cox leans into the momentum and sends Warthog spinning with a Hurricanrana! He crashes head and back into the corner. Khloe lines him up for a Lunatic Lariat, beginning to bounce off the ropes and timing his staggering out of the corner. But Warthog gets it together and sees her coming. STAMPEDE!! But the Spear misses as KHLOE COX STEPS OFF THE BACK OF THE LUNGING AARON!
Markson: Amazing!
Napier: Oh come on! (throws random object)
Markson: Khloe flips off the back of Aaron and a confused Warthog turns into a Springboard Neckbreaker! Khloe draws energy from the crowd and charges up!
Khloe makes her way off the ropes back and forth, finally colliding with a Lunatic Lariat on Aaron! They go crashing to the mat… with Khloe doing her best to hook a leg!
One!
Two!
THREENO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Napier: Oh come on! (throws random object)
Markson: This match continues!
This time it’s Cox who looks in disbelief while the crowd takes it in with cheers and applause. Khloe shakes it off and strides over to the corner. As Aaron comes in Khloe gathers the crowd’s cheers up and leaps with a Corner DDT! But Warthog holds her up! He shifts Khloe’s weight into the Falling Powerslam known as AGGRESSION! Rocking the ring, Aaron goes straight into a cover!
One!
Two!
THR– NO!
Markson: I have to give it up to both wrestlers for really bringing top games this week.
Napier: And yet one will fail in the end… Ha!
Warthog begins nodding and hollering as game recognizes game. He sends Khloe into the ropes and is forced to recognize again, as Khloe comes speeding back with a V-trigger knee that has Aaron seeing stars! Khloe sets up in the corner again and lands the Corner DDT she was looking for! As Aaron is recovering to get up, Khloe gets up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd gasps and cheers as she literally RUNS THE ROPES AND DIVES OFF WITH A CORKSCREW UPPERCUT!
Markson: What was that!
Napier: Insanity! What is this worth to her?
Khloe has the crowd eating out of her hand as she rises up. Warthog is hazy as he takes a few seconds to get to his feet. Plenty of time for Khloe to build up steam again off the ropes, and the crowd building to their crescendo.
Markson: LUNATIC! LARIAT!
Napier: Lunatic is right!
Warthog falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and slumps onto his back while Khloe leans back into a cover!
One!
Two!
…
THREE!!!
*DING DING DING*
Steve Cotton: Your winner of this match… KHLOE COX!!!
Markson: A match of hard hitting in different ways, and it’s Khloe Cox pulling out the victory after nearly being pinned herself several times!
Napier: Are we moving onto the next one, or what?
Markson: Listen to the crowd, showing their appreciation to both wrestlers for their great efforts in this contest.
Napier: These fans are just as condescending a bunch as any. These are mocking cheers!
Markson: I guess mutual respect is an alien concept to you.
Napier: Are you talking about car insurance again?
Markson: Speaking of which, we should take a break before our sponsors raise an eyebrow. Back with more action in a few moments!
Jeremy The Wicked: You know, it's been two weeks since I finally got that win.
Shadow (in the mirror, grinning wildly): Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it? But, it's not just about the win, it's about what comes next.
Jeremy The Wicked: Yeah, you're right, Shadow. I've been thinking a lot about what you said – about embracing the chaos within me.
Shadow: That's the spirit, Jeremy. The world of professional wrestling is all about chaos and unpredictability. You've got to be willing to unleash your inner wild side.
*Jeremy nods. *
Jeremy The Wicked: I've spent too long worrying about the consequences. Maybe it's time I let go a little and see where this journey takes me.
*The Shadow smirks.*
Shadow: That's the ticket. Now, let's go out there and keep pushing the boundaries. Who's next on our list?
Jeremy The Wicked: Whoever it is, they better watch out. We're just getting started, Shadow.
*Superunknown walks into the locker room. The Shadow slowly fades away, being replaced with Jeremy’s reflection in the mirror. Jeremy turns to face Superunknown. Jeremy’s eyes narrow. *
Jeremy The Wicked: What do you want?
Superunknown: Is that anyway to greet a friend?
Jeremy The Wicked: Last time I saw you, you dropped me on my freaking head man.
Superunknown: And it seems like that knocked something loose and unlocked a side of yourself we hadn’t seen before. That Thursday Night Thunder match against CRAM was one of the most intense I’ve ever seen and you were the most intense I’ve ever seen you. You took the fight to CRAM and you ended up walking away with the win. I’m proud of you, kid.
*Jeremy’s stance softens, he looks down, struggling to accept the compliment. *
Jeremy The Wicked: Thanks…
Superunknown: Now, I’m about to go out there and make my debut. Wish me luck?
Jeremy The Wicked: Good luck, Duncan.
*Superunknown shakes his head. *
Superunknown: Who is Duncan?
*Jeremy looks at Superunknown a bit puzzled.*
Jeremy The Wicked: You are, fool.
Superunknown: There is no Duncan, only Superunknown.
*Superunknown chuckles and Jeremy The Wicked groans as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*Jeremy’s stance softens, he looks down, struggling to accept the compliment. *
Jeremy The Wicked: Thanks…
Superunknown: Now, I’m about to go out there and make my debut. Wish me luck?
Jeremy The Wicked: Good luck, Duncan.
*Superunknown shakes his head. *
Superunknown: Who is Duncan?
*Jeremy looks at Superunknown a bit puzzled.*
Jeremy The Wicked: You are, fool.
Superunknown: There is no Duncan, only Superunknown.
*Superunknown chuckles and Jeremy The Wicked groans as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the next contest, when “Tell Ya Like This” by Snow tha Product hits the audio system. A moment later, Katelynn Kraig emerges from the back, confident, nearly cocky, smirk on her face. She takes a moment to take in the crowd, her first time appearing before the TPW faithful, before she starts darting towards the ring. *
Steven Cotton: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Dallas, TX, she is La Loba Loca, Katelynn! Kraig!
Markson: Kraig is making her Thunder Pro debut tonight, as her opponent. I was able to talk to her before the match, and she comes in here with a bit of a chip on her shoulder.
Napier: Well when you got the goods, Mark, you gotta show ‘em off! I’m sure whatever opponent Kraig has lined for herself, she will be able to make a stunning debut before these rubes.
*Kraig sits atop a turnbuckle, still smirking as she waits for her opponent to arrive. It doesn’t take long for her music to die down, only to be replaced by an unnerving, barely human scream, the sounds transitioning into the opening riff of “Into the Void” by Black Sabbath. A moment or two later, her opponent appears at the top of the entry way: the masked man known only as Superunknown. *
Steven Cotton: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Dallas, TX, she is La Loba Loca, Katelynn! Kraig!
Markson: Kraig is making her Thunder Pro debut tonight, as her opponent. I was able to talk to her before the match, and she comes in here with a bit of a chip on her shoulder.
Napier: Well when you got the goods, Mark, you gotta show ‘em off! I’m sure whatever opponent Kraig has lined for herself, she will be able to make a stunning debut before these rubes.
*Kraig sits atop a turnbuckle, still smirking as she waits for her opponent to arrive. It doesn’t take long for her music to die down, only to be replaced by an unnerving, barely human scream, the sounds transitioning into the opening riff of “Into the Void” by Black Sabbath. A moment or two later, her opponent appears at the top of the entry way: the masked man known only as Superunknown. *
Napier: Holy crap! He’s gonna eat her alive!
Steven Cotton: And her opponent, hailing from Area 51, he is…Superunknown!
*The mysterious monster of a masked man starts to make his way down to the ring, slowly stalking forward, his face a stone mask, betraying no emotion. He slowly climbs the ring steps and makes his way into the ring, staring across the ring at his opponent. If Kraig is impressed or intimidated by the appearance of Superunknown, she doesn’t show it, slowly approaching him, hands on her hips.*
Markson: There’s no mistake here, this is an old-fashioned David vs. Goliath contest.
Napier: Yeah, and just like that story, Kraig is gonna have to fight dirty if she plans to come out on top here.
Markson: Are you suggesting David “fought dirty?”
Napier: I said what I said.
*As the bell rings, Kraig and Superunknown continue a stare down in the middle of the ring. Neither looks especially intimidated, even as Superunknown has well over a foot on his opponent. She rears back on hand and slaps him HARD across the chest, causing a resounding SMACK that resonates across the arena. Still, the big man is not moved. Kraig bites her lip and tries again, this time with a knife edge chop. Again, no real reaction. Seeing she is going to have to be a bit more aggressive, Kraig runs and bounces off the ropes, running at her opponent and throwing a hard elbow to his mid-section. Still no reaction. Starting to show signs of frustration, Kraig once more runs against the ropes, this time bounding off of the middle ring in a springboard and nailing Superunknown with a well-placed dropkick to his sternum. This does cause the big man to stumble back, giving Kraig the opening she needs to push forward, attempting to throw a double-axehandle, only for Superknown’s hand to jut out at seemingly lightning speed and catch his opponent by the throat. A quick trip up and down, and Kraig finds herself nearly chokeslammed through the mat. Superunknown goes for the cover. *
1…
2…
Kraig is able to kick out!
Markson: Just as she was getting something going, Superunknown finally comes alive and puts a stop it!
Napier: I don’t imagine that was really going to go anywhere; she is going to need to start thinking smarter if she’s gonna pull this one out.
*Superunknown stands, picking his opponent up by the hair and holding her up in a delayed vertical suplex. The crowd starts counting. One…two…three…the hold continues all the way up to a ten count before he finally drops Kraig, causing her to writhe on the mat. Rather than go for the cover however, Superunknown bounces off of the ring ropes, setting his downed opponent for a leg drop. However, Kraig is able to have enough wherewithal to get roll out of the way, causing the behemoth to fall on his own hip, giving Kraig time to catch a breather. *
Napier: There we go, smart! I knew this girl had it in her.
Markson: Well Superunknown isn’t give her much room to breathe. Watch out!
*As Kraig walks around the outside of the ring, she eventually finds herself caught, thanks to Superunknown grabbing her by the hair and yanking her up to the ring apron. His emotionless face stares into hers before her scoops her up, placing La Loba Loca on his shoulder. He lurches forward, clearly intent on dropping her face first onto the turnbuckle. Kraig is able to scramble free however, backing up and then dropping a well-placed dropkick to Superunknown’s back, causing him to stumble into the turnbuckle. She doesn’t hesitate for a moment, running and springboarding off the corner to drive her knee into the big man’s face. That causes him to stumble backwards onto one knee, giving her time to scramble to the top rope. Sizing him up, and waiting for him to stagger to his feet, she leaps forward and nails him with a gigantic flying clothesline!*
Markson: Kraig being resourceful and finding ways to get Superunknown off his feet!
Napier: Now it’s only a question of whether she can capitalize before he recovers.
*Kraig positions herself quickly at the head of her opponent, setting him up for a triangle choke hold! Bobby Johnson checks to see if Superunknown is gonna tap, but before long the size differential comes into the place once more. Superunknown is slowly, methodically able to get his feet beneath him and slowly starts to lift Kraig up in the air. For the first time, a look of fear starts to fill the eyes of Kraig, as she braces a moment before Superunknown slams her down to mat in a massive powerbomb, forcing her to release the choke! *
Markson: I would swear Superunkown is trying to stress test the shocks on the ring.
*Superunknown approaches Kraig, lifting her up by her hair. He throws her into the ring ropes, sending her flying. He attempts to take her damn head off with a huge lariat, but she is able to duck it once. On the rebound, he tries again, but the high-flyer is able to evade. In response, she attempts to springboard moonsault off the middle rope. But anticipating it, Superunknown catches her, situating her head and then dropping her into a thudding tombstone piledriver, Kraig bouncing a good six inches on impact. *
Napier: Night night, best of luck next time.
Markson: An absolutely huge tombstone from Superunknown, and I have to agree, not sure how Kraig recovers from that one.
*Superunknown nonchalantly rolls into a pin, and indeed he gets… *
1…
2….
3!
Steve Cotton: Your winner, by pinfall, Superunkown!
*Black Sabbath starts to fill the air again as Superunknown has his hand raised by Bobby Johnson. He has no visual reaction to the victory, his face as unreadable as before. The camera focuses on his unknowable expression as ever before. For her part, Kraig rolls out of the ring, holding her neck, both her body and her ego leaving a bit bruised. The shot fades to the backstage area.*
*Andrea Hernandez is in the locker room and she’s still feeling quite alright about her win on her TPW debut, even if it was against someone like Caribbean Queen. There are still plenty of questions for her to answer as far as what she really wants to accomplish here… questions that she just may come close to answering as she begins to speak. *
Andrea: Last time you saw me, you witnessed me picking up again over Caribbean Queen. Now, I’m not here to boast or brag about that win aside from the fact that I will point out that it’s always important to get off to a great start in a new company and that’s exactly what I did. I wanted to start positive. I meant what I said when I said that I wanted to come here for a fresh start and to leave the past in the past. Now, I’ve been asked why I was so willing to get the introduction out of the way while some thought that maybe I tried to dismiss the past that I have in this business.
Look, I’m saying this to be real. What has happened in other companies, including what I accomplished there, people HERE aren’t going to care TOO much about that although I do realize that some people here may recognize me from other places. But really, I DO and I WILL show that I have learned, grown and move forward from my past in other places and that the battle scars that I’ve built up over the years make me, and not break me. Now, I do understand that while I’m here, there are going to be many more battle scars to come but for those that remember me one way or another, I’ll say this…
*Andrea takes a pause as she has a bit of a determined look in her eyes. *
Andrea: What you knew about me, or what you THOUGHT you knew about me… you can throw that out the window. I didn’t come here to be second best to anyone. I didn’t come here to be lost in the shuffle. I especially didn’t come here to have a repeat of how things have gone before where people take any little menial thing about me, even something as trivial as a hair on my head being out of place or something, and making such a big deal about it like it’s the damn National Enquirer or something, to try to bring me down. I didn’t come here to have any other wrestler on this roster write my narrative.
I’ve been there, I’ve done that in other places.
HERE? Going forward? I’m writing my OWN narrative. I’ve come to learn that it’s not about what other people think of me and it’s not about what other people THINK my ceiling is and what I am capable of in this business. It’s about what I think! It’s about breaking free from the burdens of scrutiny over every, single, tiny little thing and reaching the full potential that I know I can reach. It’s about making sure that the vapid, empty opinions of other people DON’T matter. And hey, I know that there are people on this roster that aren’t going to like me, but that’s fine.
I came here to have the best point of my career yet and what you saw against Caribbean Queen? That was just a small sample size.
Believe me, there’s more to come.
But I’m not running from my battle scars anymore… I WILL tell you that much!
*Andrea takes a deep, but confident breath, as she turns around, makes her exit and leaves the fans wondering a little bit more as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
Andrea: Last time you saw me, you witnessed me picking up again over Caribbean Queen. Now, I’m not here to boast or brag about that win aside from the fact that I will point out that it’s always important to get off to a great start in a new company and that’s exactly what I did. I wanted to start positive. I meant what I said when I said that I wanted to come here for a fresh start and to leave the past in the past. Now, I’ve been asked why I was so willing to get the introduction out of the way while some thought that maybe I tried to dismiss the past that I have in this business.
Look, I’m saying this to be real. What has happened in other companies, including what I accomplished there, people HERE aren’t going to care TOO much about that although I do realize that some people here may recognize me from other places. But really, I DO and I WILL show that I have learned, grown and move forward from my past in other places and that the battle scars that I’ve built up over the years make me, and not break me. Now, I do understand that while I’m here, there are going to be many more battle scars to come but for those that remember me one way or another, I’ll say this…
*Andrea takes a pause as she has a bit of a determined look in her eyes. *
Andrea: What you knew about me, or what you THOUGHT you knew about me… you can throw that out the window. I didn’t come here to be second best to anyone. I didn’t come here to be lost in the shuffle. I especially didn’t come here to have a repeat of how things have gone before where people take any little menial thing about me, even something as trivial as a hair on my head being out of place or something, and making such a big deal about it like it’s the damn National Enquirer or something, to try to bring me down. I didn’t come here to have any other wrestler on this roster write my narrative.
I’ve been there, I’ve done that in other places.
HERE? Going forward? I’m writing my OWN narrative. I’ve come to learn that it’s not about what other people think of me and it’s not about what other people THINK my ceiling is and what I am capable of in this business. It’s about what I think! It’s about breaking free from the burdens of scrutiny over every, single, tiny little thing and reaching the full potential that I know I can reach. It’s about making sure that the vapid, empty opinions of other people DON’T matter. And hey, I know that there are people on this roster that aren’t going to like me, but that’s fine.
I came here to have the best point of my career yet and what you saw against Caribbean Queen? That was just a small sample size.
Believe me, there’s more to come.
But I’m not running from my battle scars anymore… I WILL tell you that much!
*Andrea takes a deep, but confident breath, as she turns around, makes her exit and leaves the fans wondering a little bit more as the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is a DOUBLE DEBUT MATCH!
*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Alameda, California, and weighing in at 130lbs, this is MIKEY KILLZ!!!
*As the opening strands of "Hesher" begin to thump through the arena, the lights cut to a deep purple, washing the area in a very chilled out vibe. The camera whips around before it finally finds the Bantam Phantom himself, Mickey Killz, making his way down the aisle through the audience, purple dixie cup in hand, wearing a pastel-colored windbreaker and rainbow wrap around shades. He slaps hands with fans as he bobs along with his music, mouthing along with the words before he stumbles his way to ring side. He strips out of his jacket, and tosses his shades into the audience before he flips into the ring. He makes his way to a corner and vibes out, ready for battle. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Loch Oich, Scotland, and weighing in at 205lbs, this is ALLISTER MCKISSICK!!!
*As the arena plunges into darkness, the haunting tune of "Running Up That Hill" by Our Last Night fills the air. A single spotlight emerges on the entrance ramp, revealing Alister McKissick. He exudes confidence as he descends the ramp, acknowledging the roaring crowd with a nod.
Entering the ring with a graceful slide, Alister stands tall, arms wide open, atop a turnbuckle. The cheers from the crowd reach a fever pitch as he basks in their adoration. Shedding his sleeveless hoodie, Alister readies himself for the impending battle, his enigmatic presence electrifying the arena.*
Markson: Another double debut match tonight, TPW is the place for young talent to be.
Napier: It’s probably that meme recruiting campaign Alexander Marshall developed.
Markson: That wasn’t his idea, it was Johnny the intern.
Napier: OH PLEASE! Johnny is like IWF, can’t meme.
*The bell sounds and as it does Allister and Killz begin circling each other. Killz strikes first going for a single leg, but Allister spawls out of it, securing an overhook as both men come to their feet. Allister steps his leg in front of Killz’s legs and takes him over with an overhook hip toss. Allister immediately goes for a spinning leg drop, but Killz rolls out of the way and Allister lands butt to mat.
Killz grabs Allister’s ankle and rolls Allister of his head to the mat, holds onto the ankle, and goes right into a single-leg crab. Allister is already pushing himself up before Killz gets the move hooked deep, so he stays off some of the pressure. Aliister pushes himself up and rolls forward, bring Killz down into a Sun Set flip for a quick.
1…
Killz kicks out and both men roll up quickly where Killz catches Allister with a headlock takeover. Allister shoves Killz 'head back and catches him with a headscissors to pull Killz off. KIllz quickly knips up out of the headscissors and comes right to his feet. As Allister is getting up Killz catches him with another headlock takeover, but this time Allister holds on and rolls through into a pin on Killz again.
1…
Killz kicks out and comes back to a seated position, and this time sinks down and tightens up the headlock, realizing he needs to wear Allister down a little bit more. *
Markson: Mickey Killz thought he could catch Allister McKissick off guard and out wrestle him here tonight.
Napier: I don’t think Mickey KIllz does much thinking at all Mark.
*Allister fights up to his feet, and grabs both of Killz hands. Allister starts to slowly power out of the headlock into a top wrist lock, but as Allister is about to turn the wrist lock and take control Killz sweeps Allister’s leg, taking Allister down. Killz goes for a quick elbow drop, but Allister rolls out of the way. Killz tries to scramble up, and as he goes to get up Allister catches him with a headlock takeover this time.
Killz does what Allister had done earlier, and shoves Allisters head back and hooks him with a headscissors pulling him off the headlock. Allister spins around to the balls of his feet and tripods up. Allister hops from one side of Killz to the other, and then back again. Allister then hops his legs in front of Killz, popping his head out of Killz’s legs. Allister dives right into a headlock on Killz, but Killz rolls out into a hammerlock behind Allister.
Allister rolls to a seated position. Allister hits a Gramby roll out of the hammer lock, and twists into a wrist lock on Killz. Killz immediately does a forward roll, and then knips up to his feet, reversing the wrist lock on Allister. Allister runs in a circle and then backflips out of the wrist lock. The two men face off, but stop and dap each other up as a sign of respect bringing on cheers from the fans. *
Markson: Nice to see two competitors showing each other respect and putting on some back and forth wrestling.
Napier: BOOORRRIINNGG!!! Somebody hit somebody and get this show on the road.
*They lock up once more, and this time Allister snatches a headlock. Killz throws a forearm into the ribs of Allister and shoots him off. Killz drops to the mat, but Allister sees him as he comes off the ropes and hits a standing shooting star press to the back of KIllz. The crowd pops at the flashiness of the move, as Allister comes to his knees to take in the cheers and Killz rolls on the mat holding his back.
Killz rolls to a seated position and Allister hops to his feet and gets back on the attack. Charging forward and hitting a diving European uppercut to the back of Killz. The impact snaps Killz forward and sends him rolling out of the ring. Killz rolls under the bottom rope, but lands on his feet a bit dazed from the whiplash effect of the uppercut. Allister runs to the corner and springs to the rop rope, Killz turns to see Allister leaping off the top rope with a moonsault. Allister crashes down on top of Killz and both men fall to the floor. *
Markson: OH MY! High impact, high flying offense from Allister McKissick.
Napier: And just being high from Mickey Killz.
*Allister pulls Mickey up and rolls him into the ring, and then hops onto the apron himself. Allister stands up holding onto the top rope and waits as Killz gets to his feet. As Killz gets up Allister springboards to the top rope and comes off flying at Killz, but Killz sees Allister coming and nails him in mid-air with a jumping knee strike. Allister hits the mat hard and Killz staggers a bit still holding his back in pain.
As Allister starts to sit up Killz runs into the ropes and comes back looking for a penalty kick to the chest, but Allister quickly falls back to the mat. As Killz misses with the kick Allister knips up and spins around right into a spinning roundhouse kick at the head of Killz. Killz ducks the kick and grabs a waistlock on Allister. Killz goes for a German Suplex, but Allister backflips out of it and lands on his feet. Killz is spinning up, but as he gets to a knee Allister nails him with the Highland Kick (A lightning-fast spinning wheel kick). Allister makes the pin and Ref Beard drops to make the count . *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Markson: Big kickout from Mickey KIllz, this is som lightning fast back and forth action.
Napier: Well it was until Allister McKissick knocked Mickey into next week with that kick,
*Allister stands up and points at the rope signaling it is time for Highland Havoc. Allister begins climbing the ropes, but as he is climbing Killz is trying to get to his feet and makes it to all fours as Allister gets to the top rope. Allister stands up straight on the top turnbuckle and as he does Killz leaps from all fours toward the ropes and smacks the top rope, shaking it. As the rope begins shaking it throws Allister off balance and he falls, crocheting himself on the top turnbuckle.
Killz uses the ropes to pull himself up and then moves to the corner where Allister is. Mickey begins climbing up the ropes to the second rope where he hooks Allister for a suplex, but Allister fires back with a shot to the stomach. Allister fires three more hooks to the stomach of Killz that breaks KIllz grip on him. Allister shoves Killz off the ropes, but Killz lands on his feet.
Allister jumps to the top rope and leaps off at Killz. Killz dives under Allister toward the turnbuckles, but Allister sees KIllz move, so he tucks and rolls up to his feet. Allister turns to see Killz hopping to the second rope. Allister instinctively charges at Killz, but Killz leaps off the second rope and nails the Flight to Alameda (Flying clothesline from second rope) on Allister and makes the pin. *
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*Crowd pop. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, hailing from Alameda, California, and weighing in at 130lbs, this is MIKEY KILLZ!!!
*As the opening strands of "Hesher" begin to thump through the arena, the lights cut to a deep purple, washing the area in a very chilled out vibe. The camera whips around before it finally finds the Bantam Phantom himself, Mickey Killz, making his way down the aisle through the audience, purple dixie cup in hand, wearing a pastel-colored windbreaker and rainbow wrap around shades. He slaps hands with fans as he bobs along with his music, mouthing along with the words before he stumbles his way to ring side. He strips out of his jacket, and tosses his shades into the audience before he flips into the ring. He makes his way to a corner and vibes out, ready for battle. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Loch Oich, Scotland, and weighing in at 205lbs, this is ALLISTER MCKISSICK!!!
*As the arena plunges into darkness, the haunting tune of "Running Up That Hill" by Our Last Night fills the air. A single spotlight emerges on the entrance ramp, revealing Alister McKissick. He exudes confidence as he descends the ramp, acknowledging the roaring crowd with a nod.
Entering the ring with a graceful slide, Alister stands tall, arms wide open, atop a turnbuckle. The cheers from the crowd reach a fever pitch as he basks in their adoration. Shedding his sleeveless hoodie, Alister readies himself for the impending battle, his enigmatic presence electrifying the arena.*
Markson: Another double debut match tonight, TPW is the place for young talent to be.
Napier: It’s probably that meme recruiting campaign Alexander Marshall developed.
Markson: That wasn’t his idea, it was Johnny the intern.
Napier: OH PLEASE! Johnny is like IWF, can’t meme.
*The bell sounds and as it does Allister and Killz begin circling each other. Killz strikes first going for a single leg, but Allister spawls out of it, securing an overhook as both men come to their feet. Allister steps his leg in front of Killz’s legs and takes him over with an overhook hip toss. Allister immediately goes for a spinning leg drop, but Killz rolls out of the way and Allister lands butt to mat.
Killz grabs Allister’s ankle and rolls Allister of his head to the mat, holds onto the ankle, and goes right into a single-leg crab. Allister is already pushing himself up before Killz gets the move hooked deep, so he stays off some of the pressure. Aliister pushes himself up and rolls forward, bring Killz down into a Sun Set flip for a quick.
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Killz kicks out and both men roll up quickly where Killz catches Allister with a headlock takeover. Allister shoves Killz 'head back and catches him with a headscissors to pull Killz off. KIllz quickly knips up out of the headscissors and comes right to his feet. As Allister is getting up Killz catches him with another headlock takeover, but this time Allister holds on and rolls through into a pin on Killz again.
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Killz kicks out and comes back to a seated position, and this time sinks down and tightens up the headlock, realizing he needs to wear Allister down a little bit more. *
Markson: Mickey Killz thought he could catch Allister McKissick off guard and out wrestle him here tonight.
Napier: I don’t think Mickey KIllz does much thinking at all Mark.
*Allister fights up to his feet, and grabs both of Killz hands. Allister starts to slowly power out of the headlock into a top wrist lock, but as Allister is about to turn the wrist lock and take control Killz sweeps Allister’s leg, taking Allister down. Killz goes for a quick elbow drop, but Allister rolls out of the way. Killz tries to scramble up, and as he goes to get up Allister catches him with a headlock takeover this time.
Killz does what Allister had done earlier, and shoves Allisters head back and hooks him with a headscissors pulling him off the headlock. Allister spins around to the balls of his feet and tripods up. Allister hops from one side of Killz to the other, and then back again. Allister then hops his legs in front of Killz, popping his head out of Killz’s legs. Allister dives right into a headlock on Killz, but Killz rolls out into a hammerlock behind Allister.
Allister rolls to a seated position. Allister hits a Gramby roll out of the hammer lock, and twists into a wrist lock on Killz. Killz immediately does a forward roll, and then knips up to his feet, reversing the wrist lock on Allister. Allister runs in a circle and then backflips out of the wrist lock. The two men face off, but stop and dap each other up as a sign of respect bringing on cheers from the fans. *
Markson: Nice to see two competitors showing each other respect and putting on some back and forth wrestling.
Napier: BOOORRRIINNGG!!! Somebody hit somebody and get this show on the road.
*They lock up once more, and this time Allister snatches a headlock. Killz throws a forearm into the ribs of Allister and shoots him off. Killz drops to the mat, but Allister sees him as he comes off the ropes and hits a standing shooting star press to the back of KIllz. The crowd pops at the flashiness of the move, as Allister comes to his knees to take in the cheers and Killz rolls on the mat holding his back.
Killz rolls to a seated position and Allister hops to his feet and gets back on the attack. Charging forward and hitting a diving European uppercut to the back of Killz. The impact snaps Killz forward and sends him rolling out of the ring. Killz rolls under the bottom rope, but lands on his feet a bit dazed from the whiplash effect of the uppercut. Allister runs to the corner and springs to the rop rope, Killz turns to see Allister leaping off the top rope with a moonsault. Allister crashes down on top of Killz and both men fall to the floor. *
Markson: OH MY! High impact, high flying offense from Allister McKissick.
Napier: And just being high from Mickey Killz.
*Allister pulls Mickey up and rolls him into the ring, and then hops onto the apron himself. Allister stands up holding onto the top rope and waits as Killz gets to his feet. As Killz gets up Allister springboards to the top rope and comes off flying at Killz, but Killz sees Allister coming and nails him in mid-air with a jumping knee strike. Allister hits the mat hard and Killz staggers a bit still holding his back in pain.
As Allister starts to sit up Killz runs into the ropes and comes back looking for a penalty kick to the chest, but Allister quickly falls back to the mat. As Killz misses with the kick Allister knips up and spins around right into a spinning roundhouse kick at the head of Killz. Killz ducks the kick and grabs a waistlock on Allister. Killz goes for a German Suplex, but Allister backflips out of it and lands on his feet. Killz is spinning up, but as he gets to a knee Allister nails him with the Highland Kick (A lightning-fast spinning wheel kick). Allister makes the pin and Ref Beard drops to make the count . *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Big kickout from Mickey KIllz, this is som lightning fast back and forth action.
Napier: Well it was until Allister McKissick knocked Mickey into next week with that kick,
*Allister stands up and points at the rope signaling it is time for Highland Havoc. Allister begins climbing the ropes, but as he is climbing Killz is trying to get to his feet and makes it to all fours as Allister gets to the top rope. Allister stands up straight on the top turnbuckle and as he does Killz leaps from all fours toward the ropes and smacks the top rope, shaking it. As the rope begins shaking it throws Allister off balance and he falls, crocheting himself on the top turnbuckle.
Killz uses the ropes to pull himself up and then moves to the corner where Allister is. Mickey begins climbing up the ropes to the second rope where he hooks Allister for a suplex, but Allister fires back with a shot to the stomach. Allister fires three more hooks to the stomach of Killz that breaks KIllz grip on him. Allister shoves Killz off the ropes, but Killz lands on his feet.
Allister jumps to the top rope and leaps off at Killz. Killz dives under Allister toward the turnbuckles, but Allister sees KIllz move, so he tucks and rolls up to his feet. Allister turns to see Killz hopping to the second rope. Allister instinctively charges at Killz, but Killz leaps off the second rope and nails the Flight to Alameda (Flying clothesline from second rope) on Allister and makes the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Huge kick out again, this time from Allister McKissick. Both these men showing how much they want to be in Thunder Pro here tonight.
Napier: Eh neither of them are impressing me. They definitely aren’t Cabal material.
*Killz pushes himself up to his feet, and begins pulling Allister up to his feet. Killz goes for the Sick Kicks (Spinning Heel Kick), but Allister ducks under the kick and as Killz spins around in a three-sixty Allister catches him with a McKissick Cutter ( A quick cutter executed from various positions). Killz is dazed and staggers up to a knee when Allister grabs him, pulls him up to his feet and whips KIllz into the ropes. As Killz comes back Allister plants him with the Caledonian Crash (Pop up sit down powerbomb), and hooks for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: OH MY! Mickey Killz refuses to stay down.
Napier: He isn’t smart enough to stay down.
*Allister is stunned as he gets to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief that Killz is still up. Allister back up a bit and waits for Killz to get up and comes charging in for another Highland Kick, but Mickey strikes first with a spinning side kick to the stomach of Allestier that stuns him. Killz then unleashes his Flurry of Blows (A combination of strikes that incorporates both low kicks and jabs, as he weaves back and forth erratically. Inevitably ends with a headbutt).
The headbutt sends Allister falling back into the corner. Killz is feeling rejuvenated as he grabs Allister and whips him across the ring into the corner. Killz then charges across the corner with the Taste It (Running elbow to the moosh in the corner). *
Markson: Mickey Killz is on fire and he is landing bombs on Allister McKissick.
Napier: Putting his MMA skills to use, guess those MMA classes weren’t wasted after all.
*Killz pulls Allister into position for The Purple Curtain (Straight Jacket Backcracker), but Allister throws his head backward smashing the crown of his skull into the forehead of Killz. Allister then runs straight into the ropes and comes off with the Highland Kick ( A lightning-fast spinning wheel kick), but this time Killz catches him. Killz rolls backward holding Allister in a side cradle. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… MICKEY KILLZ!!!
Markson: Mickey Killz caught him with that side cradle, impressive wrestling knowledge from Mickey Killz.
Napier: Even more impressive when you take into account the guy’s an idiot.
Markson: WILL YOU STOP!?!
*Referee Beard raises Killz hand in victory and Killz looks almost as surprised as Allister does. Killz turns to see Allister getting up and shaking his head in disbelief. Allister marches toward Killz with his hands on his hips, and Killz steps back ready to keep fighting. Allister stops though and sticks his hand out. Killz smiles and shakes hands wth Allister bringing a cheer from the fans. *
Markson: Great show of sportsmanship from both competitors right there.
Napier: What a couple of dorks.
*The scene fades from the two men shaking hands to the backstage area. *
*Backstage, the camera focuses on a dimly lit area within the arena, shrouded in shadows. The atmosphere is thick with tension. Suddenly, Leah Aguero steps into the frame, dressed in torn jeans, a leather vest and a black beanie, a sinister grin on her face. The fans' boos from the recent events in the ring echo in the background. *
Leah Aguero: Well, well, well... Did you all miss me? Did you miss The War Queen? It's been a while, hasn't it?
*Leah takes a moment to soak in the reaction from the unseen crowd. *
Leah Aguero: You know, I've been hearing a lot of chatter lately. People wondering why I did what I did out there in that ring. Why I joined forces with Peter Vaughn and became a part of The Cabal.
*She raises an eyebrow, reveling in the intrigue. *
Leah Aguero: They’ll tell you it’s money and power. The two things that make the world go 'round. They are all, however, reaching. Money? I’m not just surviving, but I’m thriving. Power? If I want power I’ll just take it. It's quite simple, actually. You see, I've been at the top of this industry before, and it was good, but it was never enough. At this point I want to watch everything burn. Better yet, I want to do the burning.
*Leah's gaze hardens as she continues. *
Leah Aguero: So, when the opportunity arose to align myself with The Cabal, to seize the moment, to disrupt the system, I couldn't resist. And as for Terry Marshall...
*Leah smirks again, recalling the events with Terry. *
Leah Aguero: Terry, you should've known better than to think The Cabal wouldn’t have an Ace up their sleeve. I’m that Ace, Terry. In the grand scheme of it all it wasn’t personal for me, though, Terry. You were a byproduct, a casualty of my ascent. You see, I'm willing to do what others won’t. I’m willing to not just toe that line but downright leap over it.
*A grin stretches from ear to ear. *
Leah Aguero: As for the rest of TPW, get used to disappointment because The Cabal's reign has only just begun. If you believed TPW was turning the tides against The Cabal, think again. Consider me the equalizer because the War Queen is here to make a statement, and no one, I mean no one, is safe.
*Leah's laughter fills the air as she walks away from the camera, leaving the backstage area with an eerie sense of foreboding, knowing that her presence has forever altered the landscape of TPW. The shot fades from Leah laughing to the live Rupp Arena crowd. *
Leah Aguero: Well, well, well... Did you all miss me? Did you miss The War Queen? It's been a while, hasn't it?
*Leah takes a moment to soak in the reaction from the unseen crowd. *
Leah Aguero: You know, I've been hearing a lot of chatter lately. People wondering why I did what I did out there in that ring. Why I joined forces with Peter Vaughn and became a part of The Cabal.
*She raises an eyebrow, reveling in the intrigue. *
Leah Aguero: They’ll tell you it’s money and power. The two things that make the world go 'round. They are all, however, reaching. Money? I’m not just surviving, but I’m thriving. Power? If I want power I’ll just take it. It's quite simple, actually. You see, I've been at the top of this industry before, and it was good, but it was never enough. At this point I want to watch everything burn. Better yet, I want to do the burning.
*Leah's gaze hardens as she continues. *
Leah Aguero: So, when the opportunity arose to align myself with The Cabal, to seize the moment, to disrupt the system, I couldn't resist. And as for Terry Marshall...
*Leah smirks again, recalling the events with Terry. *
Leah Aguero: Terry, you should've known better than to think The Cabal wouldn’t have an Ace up their sleeve. I’m that Ace, Terry. In the grand scheme of it all it wasn’t personal for me, though, Terry. You were a byproduct, a casualty of my ascent. You see, I'm willing to do what others won’t. I’m willing to not just toe that line but downright leap over it.
*A grin stretches from ear to ear. *
Leah Aguero: As for the rest of TPW, get used to disappointment because The Cabal's reign has only just begun. If you believed TPW was turning the tides against The Cabal, think again. Consider me the equalizer because the War Queen is here to make a statement, and no one, I mean no one, is safe.
*Leah's laughter fills the air as she walks away from the camera, leaving the backstage area with an eerie sense of foreboding, knowing that her presence has forever altered the landscape of TPW. The shot fades from Leah laughing to the live Rupp Arena crowd. *
*As the pulsating rhythm of "Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie reverberates throughout the arena, a chorus of boos rises from the crowd. For the first time since Gladiator’s Ball, we are about to see El Diablo Blanco. No one has seen or heard from him, not even on Twitter/X. The boos grow even louder as they see Heloderma emerge on the stage pushing El Diablo Blanco in a wheelchair. El D just sits in the chair holding his hands in his lap; which is covered by a blanket. His black and white mask is covered on one side by what appears to be a gauze wrap. There is even a bandaid on one of his horns.
El D stares blankly out at the crowd as Heloderma pushes him down the entryway towards the ring. As they approach the ring steps, El Diablo Blanco removes the blanket from his lap and calls for Heloderma’s attention. As Heloderma crouches down El D cups his hand and whispers to his reptilian friend. Heloderma then scoops his hands underneath El Diablo Blanco and lifts him up out of the chairs, cradling him as if he were a baby. The boos from the crowd become more of a mocking laugh as El D rests his head against Heloderma. Heloderma, carrying El D, walks up the ring steps onto the apron and, with little effort, steps over the top rope and into the ring.
El Diablo Blanco pats Heloderma on the chest and he gently puts El D down in the center of the ring on El D’s own two feet. Heloderma steps to the side and grabs a microphone from a production assistant before handing the mic over to El D. The boos ring louder as El Diablo Blanco brings the microphone to his mouth. He clutches at the gauze on his mask momentarily with his free hand. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brothers and Sisters. Good Ol El D has been through two hellacious weeks. You see, two weeks ago, at Gladiator’s Ball, I waged war against the man who calls himself a Raven, Matt Knox.
*There’s a brief cheer for Knox’s name before El D shuts them down. *
El Diablo Blanco: How about you all shut up for a minute?! I’m in the middle of this ring ready to pour my heart out for all you ingrates. The least you could do is show me a little respect after all I’ve done for you.
*El D clears his throat. *
El Diablo Blanco: Okay, now where was I? Under my very own requested stipulation, I valiantly fought one Matthew Knox in an Inferno Match. I put my body on the line. I put my career on the line. Thankfully, and miraculously, I walked away from that match with only first-degree burns to my precious mask. Now, I know what you all are thinking. You’re thinking I let you down. You’re thinking how could our hero, Good Ol El D, succumb to a man who has to work in every darn wrestling promotion known to man just so that he can make his child support payments? Well, let me clear the air for just a moment. I wasn’t the one that let you down. I wasn’t the one that let me down. Someone, however, did. I’m talking about you, Heloderma!
*El D turns to Heloderma with a fire in his belly. *
El Diablo Blanco: I brought you into the TP-Dub. I got you work. I got you a steady paycheck and you only had one job, Brother. Ensure that Matt Knox burns. It was simple, Brother. Make him burn. Did you do that?
*Silently, and with arms folded in front of him, Heloderma shakes his head no. *
El Diablo Blanco: Not only did you not make him burn, Brother, but you allowed him to set me on fire… TWICE!!! Take a look at what he did to me!
*El D rips the wrapped gauze from his mask to show only a slightly singed portion of his mask. *
El Diablo Blanco: He ruined my mask, Brother. If I hadn’t sprayed so much anti-retardant spray on this mask, I would have been done, caput, no more. Your meal ticket would have been no more. Now, what do we do to those who let me down, Brother? You know what it is.
*Heloderma unfolds his arms and begins removing his belt from his waist. He then hands it over to El D before turning around and gripping the top rope with both hands. El D sets the microphone down and folds the belt over. He begins to whip Heloderma across the back several times over. With each contact, Heloderma’s back becomes a bright red. He does not, however, flinch or react to the pain in any bit. El D continues on as the crowd becomes uncomfortably silent. Finally, when El D has had enough, or he is gassed, he tosses the belt onto the ground and picks the microphone back up. Heloderma turns around and picks his belt up and secures it back around his waist. *
El Diablo Blanco: I AM THE HERO! Don’t you all see that? I am a loving father. I help my friends. I aim to rid this world of the heathens and sinners. Did you know that Matt Knox was a day late on 1 of his 92 child support payments a month ago? I’m willing to bet Denzel Porter isn’t #BREAKINGNEWS that! Knox deserved to be punished for that and I was more than willing to be the hammer that brought down the justice. Instead, you pathetic sheep enable his behaviors. You excuse him. I AM THE ONE DOING RIGHT IN THIS SITUATION! But don’t you worry. I am a forgiving man. You may not see me as the hero you want right now but I am most certainly the hero that you need. Every last one of you may have turned your backs on me but, despite all of that, I’d welcome you back just as my close, dear friend, Scott Stapp said… With arms wide open.
*The Lexington, Kentucky crowd roars in disapproval over El D’s remarks and association with the Creed frontman. *
El Diablo Blanco: Well, as long as those that come back to me fall in line. Don’t you all get that? I may have been burned but I’m a gosh darn Phoenix, Brother. Don’t believe me? I’m still standing, Brother. I walked through the fires of heck for all of you to be an example and I emerged like the firebird that I am. You too can share in a piece of the Phoenix by going up to the merch table tonight to get your very own, limited edition collaboration between Good Ol El D and one of the greatest apparel designers of all time. That’s right. I’m talking about Ed Hardy.
*El Diablo Blanco unzips a jacket he’s wearing to reveal his brand new EdHardyxElD Firebird Tee to a mixture of boos and laughter. *
El D stares blankly out at the crowd as Heloderma pushes him down the entryway towards the ring. As they approach the ring steps, El Diablo Blanco removes the blanket from his lap and calls for Heloderma’s attention. As Heloderma crouches down El D cups his hand and whispers to his reptilian friend. Heloderma then scoops his hands underneath El Diablo Blanco and lifts him up out of the chairs, cradling him as if he were a baby. The boos from the crowd become more of a mocking laugh as El D rests his head against Heloderma. Heloderma, carrying El D, walks up the ring steps onto the apron and, with little effort, steps over the top rope and into the ring.
El Diablo Blanco pats Heloderma on the chest and he gently puts El D down in the center of the ring on El D’s own two feet. Heloderma steps to the side and grabs a microphone from a production assistant before handing the mic over to El D. The boos ring louder as El Diablo Blanco brings the microphone to his mouth. He clutches at the gauze on his mask momentarily with his free hand. *
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brothers and Sisters. Good Ol El D has been through two hellacious weeks. You see, two weeks ago, at Gladiator’s Ball, I waged war against the man who calls himself a Raven, Matt Knox.
*There’s a brief cheer for Knox’s name before El D shuts them down. *
El Diablo Blanco: How about you all shut up for a minute?! I’m in the middle of this ring ready to pour my heart out for all you ingrates. The least you could do is show me a little respect after all I’ve done for you.
*El D clears his throat. *
El Diablo Blanco: Okay, now where was I? Under my very own requested stipulation, I valiantly fought one Matthew Knox in an Inferno Match. I put my body on the line. I put my career on the line. Thankfully, and miraculously, I walked away from that match with only first-degree burns to my precious mask. Now, I know what you all are thinking. You’re thinking I let you down. You’re thinking how could our hero, Good Ol El D, succumb to a man who has to work in every darn wrestling promotion known to man just so that he can make his child support payments? Well, let me clear the air for just a moment. I wasn’t the one that let you down. I wasn’t the one that let me down. Someone, however, did. I’m talking about you, Heloderma!
*El D turns to Heloderma with a fire in his belly. *
El Diablo Blanco: I brought you into the TP-Dub. I got you work. I got you a steady paycheck and you only had one job, Brother. Ensure that Matt Knox burns. It was simple, Brother. Make him burn. Did you do that?
*Silently, and with arms folded in front of him, Heloderma shakes his head no. *
El Diablo Blanco: Not only did you not make him burn, Brother, but you allowed him to set me on fire… TWICE!!! Take a look at what he did to me!
*El D rips the wrapped gauze from his mask to show only a slightly singed portion of his mask. *
El Diablo Blanco: He ruined my mask, Brother. If I hadn’t sprayed so much anti-retardant spray on this mask, I would have been done, caput, no more. Your meal ticket would have been no more. Now, what do we do to those who let me down, Brother? You know what it is.
*Heloderma unfolds his arms and begins removing his belt from his waist. He then hands it over to El D before turning around and gripping the top rope with both hands. El D sets the microphone down and folds the belt over. He begins to whip Heloderma across the back several times over. With each contact, Heloderma’s back becomes a bright red. He does not, however, flinch or react to the pain in any bit. El D continues on as the crowd becomes uncomfortably silent. Finally, when El D has had enough, or he is gassed, he tosses the belt onto the ground and picks the microphone back up. Heloderma turns around and picks his belt up and secures it back around his waist. *
El Diablo Blanco: I AM THE HERO! Don’t you all see that? I am a loving father. I help my friends. I aim to rid this world of the heathens and sinners. Did you know that Matt Knox was a day late on 1 of his 92 child support payments a month ago? I’m willing to bet Denzel Porter isn’t #BREAKINGNEWS that! Knox deserved to be punished for that and I was more than willing to be the hammer that brought down the justice. Instead, you pathetic sheep enable his behaviors. You excuse him. I AM THE ONE DOING RIGHT IN THIS SITUATION! But don’t you worry. I am a forgiving man. You may not see me as the hero you want right now but I am most certainly the hero that you need. Every last one of you may have turned your backs on me but, despite all of that, I’d welcome you back just as my close, dear friend, Scott Stapp said… With arms wide open.
*The Lexington, Kentucky crowd roars in disapproval over El D’s remarks and association with the Creed frontman. *
El Diablo Blanco: Well, as long as those that come back to me fall in line. Don’t you all get that? I may have been burned but I’m a gosh darn Phoenix, Brother. Don’t believe me? I’m still standing, Brother. I walked through the fires of heck for all of you to be an example and I emerged like the firebird that I am. You too can share in a piece of the Phoenix by going up to the merch table tonight to get your very own, limited edition collaboration between Good Ol El D and one of the greatest apparel designers of all time. That’s right. I’m talking about Ed Hardy.
*El Diablo Blanco unzips a jacket he’s wearing to reveal his brand new EdHardyxElD Firebird Tee to a mixture of boos and laughter. *
El Diablo Blanco: I will admit that I let a lot of you out there get to me and make me believe that I was the scum of the earth but I quickly realized I am the hero you all need. So Mr. Production Man, hit MY music.
*Instead of Rob Zombie “Scum of the Earth”, Foo Fighter’s “My Hero” begins to play throughout the Rupp Arena. A full blown smile comes across the face of El Diablo Blanco as he embraces the boos of the crowd. Heloderma opens up the ropes for El D to exit the ring. As El Diablo Blanco gets back into the wheelchair for Heloderma to push him back up the stage we go to the advertisement for El D’s new shirt. *
*Instead of Rob Zombie “Scum of the Earth”, Foo Fighter’s “My Hero” begins to play throughout the Rupp Arena. A full blown smile comes across the face of El Diablo Blanco as he embraces the boos of the crowd. Heloderma opens up the ropes for El D to exit the ring. As El Diablo Blanco gets back into the wheelchair for Heloderma to push him back up the stage we go to the advertisement for El D’s new shirt. *
*A golden light bathes the stage, rolling down the ramp towards the ring, as the first few bars ring out around the arena. A couple of moments… then, in a towering blast of fog, Ava and Alessia step out, Ava roaring, Alessia brandishing her belt high over her head. Tucking it over her shoulder, the two walk down to the ring, side by side, Ava pounding the plate of the belt around her waist. As they reach the ring they simultaneously slip up onto the apron, climb the ropes, and with one arm around each other, raise the belts high. They take in the moment, enjoying the noise of the crowd… then eventually, step down, hand the belts over, swing a few practice punches, and get ready for the bell.
On the other side of the ring, the mood shifted dramatically as The Corrupted, comprising Elijah Cain and Atlas Moore with manager Xia Layne, made their entrance. The intense melody of Out of My Way by Seether intensified the aura of malevolence that surrounded them. The fans greeted them with a chorus of boos, recognizing the threat they posed to the champions. The Corrupted exuded an aura of confidence and intimidation as they made their way to the ring, ready to make a statement against the champions.
With the formalities completed, the referee checked both teams for any illegal objects, ensuring a fair contest. Once satisfied, the bell rang, and the match was underway.*
DING DING
Markson: Here we go! Our Duos Champs in action!
Napier: Too bad it's against a team like the Corrupted. If the belts were on the line, we might really have new champs here tonight.
Markson: Well, for now, all they can do is state their case against the champs. Take them down here, and they're guaranteed a title shot soon enough.
*Ava Arthur, known for her explosive brawling style, wasted no time in launching a furious offensive. She lunged at Elijah Cain with a rapid succession of powerful punches and forearm strikes, each blow landing with a thunderous impact. The crowd roared in approval, rallying behind the Black Country Bomber as she unleashed her signature fury. Elijah Cain, however, was no stranger to adversity. The imposing figure from The Corrupted absorbed Ava's onslaught with a stoic demeanor, his granite-like resolve on full display. He weathered the storm of Ava's strikes, his experience in the ring evident as he deftly blocked and parried her blows, narrowly avoiding the full brunt of her assault.
In a pivotal moment, Cain seized an opening. As Ava swung for another punishing punch, he sidestepped her with lightning speed, causing her to lose her balance momentarily. Ava's fists met only empty air as Cain expertly maneuvered out of harm's way. With Ava momentarily off-balance, Cain capitalized on her vulnerability. In a split-second decision, he spun around and delivered a ferocious elbow strike that connected with pinpoint precision. The impact was bone-jarring, sending shockwaves of pain through Ava's jaw. The crowd winced in sympathy for the champion as she staggered backward, momentarily dazed by the sudden counter.*
Markson: What a shot!
Napier: Someone make sure a dentist is waiting in the back to check some fillings!
*Elijah Cain, his confidence unwavering, seized control of the match. He used his imposing presence to corner Ava against the ropes, launching a calculated assault with a series of stiff kicks and knee strikes. Each strike landed with surgical precision, targeting Ava's midsection and ribs, attempting to sap her strength. Despite the pain coursing through her body, Ava refused to back down. Her fiery spirit and unwavering determination kept her on her feet as she absorbed Cain's strikes. With a roar of defiance, she attempted to counter, launching a desperate punch at Cain's jaw. The crowd erupted in cheers, hoping to see Ava turn the tide. But Elijah Cain, the seasoned competitor, had the advantage. He deftly blocked Ava's punch, showcasing his ring awareness and defensive prowess. In one fluid motion, he countered her strike with a swift knee to the midsection, causing Ava to gasp for air.
As the exchange continued, it became clear that Cain's experience and technical acumen were slowly gaining the upper hand. He maintained control, methodically wearing down Ava's resilience with each calculated move. The audience watched in awe as Cain executed a perfectly timed snap suplex, sending Ava crashing to the canvas. With Ava Arthur reeling from the relentless assault unleashed by Elijah Cain he swiftly moved to cover Ava, his chest heaving with exertion, as the referee dropped to make the count.*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Markson: Elijah is certainly making the most of this opportunity.
Napier: It's about to be Lights Out for Ava!
*But just when it seemed like Elijah had the match within his grasp, Ava Arthur summoned her indomitable willpower and determination. With a surge of energy, she kicked out at the very last possible moment, breaking free from the pinfall attempt. The crowd erupted in cheers, awed by Ava's resilience. Elijah sits up abruptly in shock by the kick out to lock eyes with Alessia Angelo who was just entering the ring. Elijah slowly moves backwards to his feet, eyes still locked on Alessia, as he drags Ava to his corner and tags Atlas Moore into the match.
TAG!
As Atlas Moore took control of the match, it was clear that he intended to punish Ava Arthur for her resilience. Moore's sheer power and aggressiveness came to the forefront as he unleashed a barrage of punishing strikes and grapples. He targeted Ava's midsection with relentless knee strikes and clubbing blows, wearing her down with each devastating impact. Ava, still reeling from the earlier onslaught by Elijah Cain, found herself trapped in the relentless grip of Atlas Moore. With every move Moore executed, it became increasingly evident that The Corrupted had a calculated plan to break down the champion. The crowd watched in anticipation, torn between their support for the champions and their admiration for Moore's ruthless display.*
Napier: Look at how well they're working as a team! This is magnificent!
Markson: There's still plenty of match left, though, if Ava can keep pushing through.
*As Moore saw an opportunity to capitalize on Ava's vulnerability, he went for another pin attempt. With Ava's strength waning, Moore positioned her shoulders on the canvas, and the referee dropped to make the count.
1...
2...
But just when it seemed like Ava might succumb to the relentless assault of Atlas Moore, the arena erupted with excitement as Alessia Angelo, the ever-watchful partner, sprang into action once more. With a burst of speed, Alessia raced across the ring and lunged at Moore, breaking up the pin with a well-timed double axe handle strike to his back. The impact of Alessia's intervention disrupted Moore's pinning attempt and sent him staggering forward. The champions, Lights Out, had once again shown their ability to protect one another and preserve their chances in this grueling contest. The crowd's cheers grew louder as the match continued to escalate in intensity, with each team refusing to back down in their quest for victory.
As if to mock Alessia, Atlas pulls Ava up to her feet as he smiles looking at Alessia. This distraction is the opening Ava needed and quickly lands a body hook to the kidneys, followed by a jumping code breaker. Ava creating the opening she desperately needed slowly crawling towards Alessia in their corner for the tag. Atlas slowly sits up, holding his jaw, as he attempts to shake off the impact and return to his feet. Atlas slightly stumbles forward to grab Ava, but was just too short as Ava lunges to her corner.*
TAG!
Markson: Hot Tag!!
Napier: Uhhh... no, no, I think she missed...
Markson: What, are you crazy? It clearly happened!
*The explosive hot tag from Ava to Alessia had reinvigorated the champions and injected new life into the match. Alessia Angelo, often the cool and calculated grappler, had turned into a whirlwind of offense, and the TPW audience was on their feet, roaring with excitement. With each precise strike and seamless counter, Alessia showcased her technical prowess, leaving Atlas Moore bewildered and struggling to keep pace. Moore, who had been moments away from capitalizing on Ava's vulnerability, now found himself on the receiving end of Alessia's relentless assault. She executed a series of crisp takedowns and ground-based submissions, applying her mastery of mat wrestling to dismantle her opponent. The crowd watched in awe as Alessia targeted Moore's limbs, systematically breaking him down and negating his power advantage.
Elijah Cain, witnessing his partner's predicament, couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer. He charged into the ring, desperate to intervene and turn the tide in favor of The Corrupted. But Alessia Angelo's ring awareness was unmatched. With a lightning-fast reaction, she spun around and delivered a fierce elbow strike to Cain's jaw, sending him reeling. Alessia's dominance was undeniable, but she had one more daring move up her sleeve. With a glance at the ropes, she saw an opportunity. Alessia propelled herself toward them, her feet connecting with the middle rope as she sprang back into the ring. The crowd held their breath as she soared through the air, executing a breathtaking suicide dive that sent both Atlas Moore and Elijah Cain crashing into the ringside barricade.*
Markson: Allessia took flight!
Napier: Normally this is where I'd say she was trying to get counted out to keep the belts... but with the belts not on the line, it doesn't work!
*As the referee began the count, the energy in the TPW arena was electric. Alessia Angelo had left a trail of devastation in her wake, and both Atlas Moore and Elijah Cain were sprawled on the outside, trying to regain their bearings. The crowd counted along with the referee, their voices echoing through the arena.
1...
2...
3...
Elijah Cain, his sense of urgency growing with each count, realized that they couldn't afford to lose this opportunity. With determination etched on his face, he grabbed hold of Atlas Moore's arm and began to pull him toward the ring. Moore, though dazed and battered, understood the gravity of the situation. Together, they struggled to break the count.
4...
5...
The audience's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Moore and Cain neared the ring apron. The champions, Lights Out, watched from inside the ring, their hearts pounding with the realization that The Corrupted were inching closer to reentering the match.
6...
7...
Atlas Moore, summoning every ounce of strength left in his body, managed to roll under the bottom rope and into the ring. The referee halted the count, acknowledging Moore's efforts to break it. The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief, knowing that the match would continue inside the squared circle. Alessia makes a crucial decision, she knew it was time to bring in Ava to capitalize on the momentum they had regained. Alessia reached out and tagged Ava, and the crowd erupted with excitement.*
Markson: Time for Ava to take over, the one who SHOULD be our International Champion!
Napier: There are no "coulds" or "shoulds" in this business, it's all about who has it and who doesn't!
*Ava Arthur, the Black Country Bomber, stormed into the ring like a force of nature. midst the heart-pounding exchange between Ava Arthur and Atlas Moore, the crowd bore witness to a series of thunderous blows and electrifying counters. Both competitors were determined to seize the moment for their respective teams, and the intensity of their battle escalated with each passing second.
Ava Arthur's brawling style was on full display as she relentlessly drove knee strikes and forearm smashes into Atlas Moore. The impact of each blow resonated throughout the arena, and Moore was pushed to his limits. Yet, true to his nature, Moore showcased his resilience, enduring the onslaught and firing back with powerful strikes of his own.
In a stunning turn of events, Ava managed to create an opening. With Moore momentarily stunned, she seized the opportunity to unleash her signature move, the Jawbreaker. With lightning speed, she whipped around, delivering a devastating soccer kick strike to the side of Atlas's head. The crowd gasped in awe at the sheer force of the maneuver.*
Markson: What precision! What accuracy!
Napier: What rubbish! That was... that was a lucky kick!
*Atlas Moore, caught off guard by the Jawbreaker, reeled backward, his world momentarily spinning. The opportunity for Lights Out had presented itself, and they intended to capitalize on it. With Alessia Angelo back on the apron, Ava made her way over to her partner, tagging in Alessia.
Alessia Angelo entered the ring with laser-like focus. She and Ava had perfected their double-team finisher, Hammer and Anvil, over years of training and teamwork. The audience's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Lights Out set their plan into motion.
Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo worked in perfect harmony. Ava positioned Atlas Moore for the finishing blow, ensuring he was disoriented from the Jawbreaker. Then, with a burst of strength, Ava executed a spine-tingling knockout stomp to Moore's face, stunning him further.*
Markson: We're being shown why Lights Out hold the Duos Titles!
Napier: I can't deny they're looking good now, but they caught a lucky break at Gladiator's Ball, and their good fortune won't hold out forever! C'mon, Moore!
*As Moore teetered on the brink of defeat, Alessia Angelo seized the moment. She expertly slipped behind Atlas and locked him into position, delivering the finishing touch. The crowd watched in awe as Alessia bridged into a perfect suplex, holding Moore down just long enough for Ava to drive her stomp into his face.
The impact was deafening, and the arena erupted with cheers as the devastating combination, known as "Hammer and Anvil," connected flawlessly. Atlas Moore was left sprawled on the canvas, unable to kick out. The referee's hand slapped the mat for the third and final time. Elijah quickly enters the ring, only to be met by a spinning elbow to the eye, quickly dropping him to the mat.*
1...
2...
3!!!
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, Lights Out!!
*Lights Out had done it! They emerged victorious in a hard-fought battle against The Corrupted, successfully defending their TPW Dio's Tag Team Championships. The crowd's cheers were thunderous as Ava Arthur and Alessia Angelo celebrated their well-deserved win, solidifying their legacy as dominant champions in the tag team division.*
"HERE YE, HERE YE!"
*The shot cut backstage and we Immediately you see Elm, Cashe's protege and more recently, the newest sidekick to Jimmy "The" King. He is blowing a horn for introductions as the King named King steps in front of the TPW Cameras backstage. His red robe was beautiful as was the crown on his head as he held his arms out as his sides expecting everyone watching to bask in his greatness. *
Jimmy "The" King: "My RRRRROOYAL Followe–"
*Leaping in from the right of the camera comes Jason Cashe with a knocking, jaw loosening elbow to Jimmy "The" King's cheek. Dropping out of sight, Cashe stumbles as he steps over Jimmy's body before straightening up and staring down at King. *
Elm: "CASHE! What the heck, man?!"
*Elm was big eyed and mouth opened. Turning to face his protege, Cashe looks and notices the camera. Shrugging as if he didn't know there would be an audience. *
Jason Cashe: "Oops? You know what tho?"
*Quickly pondering the situation. Cashe nods and turns back towards Jimmy "The" King. Bending down, Cashe pulls the beautiful red robe from the King named King, waving it around and draping it over his own shoulders. *
Jason Cashe: "Tonight, I'm your HIGHness and I've got a think of two to say to those that aren't too quick to skip on by and hear what I have to say.."
*Nodding towards Elm, Cashe points down at Jimmy. *
Jason Cashe: "Grab your boy. Tell him I slipped and my elbow found his face.. It happens. Give him my best."
*Stepping back to give Elm the space to gather Jimmy "The" King. Cashe waits until he is alone with the camera. The TPW logo plastered on the wall behind him. He was wearing a Pink T-Shirt with a giant Nipple printed on the front. *
Jason Cashe: "To say things haven't gone my way lately would be an understatement. Truth be told, it happens this time of the year quite often. I'm not making excuses for any of the losses, I'm just placing credit to why they have been happening.
Losing the Pro Wrestling Valor World Title to my Sister, Amber Ryan.
Losing against CJ O'Donnell after YEARS of taunting him. Trying to bait him out of hiding only to come up short.
Hell, even the Gladiator Football League I coach. Those girls kicked ass and still lost and they lost to FUDGING Dallas of all teams.
I can't make excuses. I lost. I didn't prepare enough to get the job done not once, not twice but on three occasions back to back. Is CJ the better man? Hell no! Dumb to assume and ignorant as all shades of crap if you believe that but that match says he is. He still has that Championship and he grabbed himself a win. Good on him..
What I blame for these hard times is simple.. July through November, you find the Months of my name. Take the first letter from each of those months and it spells out J.A.S.O.N."
*A random person walks by, ducking down to try and go unseen by cameras. Cashe gave him a following glare as he bites down on his bottom lip, feinting as if he wanted to punch the guy. He didn't.*
Jason Cashe: "The curse came to my attention about as long ago as I've known CJ. Back when I went to a VooDoo Priest-Witch-Doctor person to.. Curse me..
I didn't want children and to this DAY it was the best 50 bucks I have ever spent. No kids. All he did was hold my junk, shake some shakers, sacrifice a chicken and a frog and chant something. Some would say the world is better off but every man, every true man, finds himself weakened by his children. Maybe with them, I'd be a better man. In and outside of the ring.."
Jimmy "The" King: "Hell no baby! Your King will not TOLERATE disrespect from a peasant!"
*Cashe sighs. He hears the voice before we see Jimmy "The" King come back into camera and he looks MAD! Hair all messed up, his crown was crooked and like a toddler, he went to snatch the robe off Cashe's shoulders. *
Jimmy "The" King: "This is mine! MIN-"
*Cashe snaps a hand to Jimmy's mouth, placing his index finger against the King's lips. *
Jason Cashe: "Shhhhh…"
*His eyes move from Jimmy "The" King back to the cameras. Elm walks passed the camera just shaking his head as he stares at the ground. King stands there looking all kinds of insulted but doesn't say a word.*
Jason Cashe: "The point is that all of this struggle is expected. All of this stumbling I have done can be attributed to the Season of J.A.S.O.N.
It's why my Elbow is called the Mark of J.A.S.O.N. because I wanted to own the curse of these months! I wanted to laugh in their faces and find success in spite of the curse.. Some years are a bit better than others but to add to this, let me give you a few examples."
Jimmy "The" King: "Screw your elb–"
*As King tries to interrupt Cashe, Cashe slaps him across the face. Jimmy "The" King whimpers as he stumbles sideways towards the camera. *
Jimmy "The" King: "I will RUUULLE YOO–"
*Jimmy "The" King snaps at Cashe and catches another Mark of J.A.S.O.N. Elbow to the face that drops the King named King like a sack of potatoes. Snapping his fingers, Cashe looks at Elm and motions at Jimmy. *
Jason Cashe: "Don't let this man come back until he wants to sign a peace treaty."
*For the second time tonight, Elm is left to gather up Jimmy "The" King as he finds a struggle to get his Kingdom in order. Shaking his head, Cashe picks up where he left off. *
Jason Cashe: "So what can I do to correct it?"
*It appears that he was truly asking as he gave a pause, hoping for even a whisper of an answer. He never got one. *
Jason Cashe: "I'm not the natural excellence that most people will try to claim to be. I have to WORK to get on a roll! I'm far from entitled and I will break bonds before I take easy routes in this business. I've proved that numerous times!
If I wanted a clear and easy path to success, I'd have joined IWF. I'd have signed with CCPE last year when I turned Page down! Taking a massive dump in his offering hand and he spoiled me for weeks before I made that choice. Private planes, Penthouse suites.. That ain't me. Never has been, never will be and my loyalty is rarely given and never BOUGHT. I have no love for far too many and REFUSE to pet those who possess sensitivities and safe spaces. Just not me.. So again. What can I do to change this.. Curse of mine?"
*Pacing, he moves a few steps to the right before cutting back to the left. *
Jason Cashe: "Work. Prepare. Face the odds that not only stand across from me inside those matches but the challenges that present themselves during these months. The man I see in that mirror has to fight! The darkness of one's mind is often the greatest maze that we can find ourselves lost in.."
*Slapping the front of his forehead a few times at rapid pace, his demeanor changes. Firing up his engines, hyping himself up. *
Jason Cashe: "I am forced to face this challenge! Not only face it but do everything I can to gain ground against it.
I've lost friends.
I've lost family.
I've lost time..
I have spent my entire adult life in and out of these rings. Since I was 16 years old I have done this.. Consistent like sentences making paragraphs.. My only other options back before I started were on streets filled with ways to get locked up or dead.. I can take loss but you won't defeat me.
I'm not even booked to compete and it doesn't change a thing. I am HERE at Fury! I am IN the trenches, ALWAYS wanting to fight! BEGGING to be booked! I will remain prepared like I have a match and maybe tonight, I will find another face to punch. I will keep myself occupied and entertained and yeah, that might come at the expense of someone else's humility.. Or my own.
That's this business to me and I'm here to do business! I don't need a Top 100 listing, I don't need support or petting so everyone can pet my dick before I change who I am so I am better liked.
I do me. That's ALL I know how to be and it is in that where I am my own worst enemy. Every DAY it is Me Versus I so why should I find concern with how anyone else feels about mwuah? To beat this curse, to find myself with my hand raised, I will find trouble, stir the pot of feces and dump it on the lap of anyone and everyone that gives me an itch to scratch.. BOOK ME!"
*Cutting away to the left of the screen, Cashe disappears from the camera view as the show fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot cut backstage and we Immediately you see Elm, Cashe's protege and more recently, the newest sidekick to Jimmy "The" King. He is blowing a horn for introductions as the King named King steps in front of the TPW Cameras backstage. His red robe was beautiful as was the crown on his head as he held his arms out as his sides expecting everyone watching to bask in his greatness. *
Jimmy "The" King: "My RRRRROOYAL Followe–"
*Leaping in from the right of the camera comes Jason Cashe with a knocking, jaw loosening elbow to Jimmy "The" King's cheek. Dropping out of sight, Cashe stumbles as he steps over Jimmy's body before straightening up and staring down at King. *
Elm: "CASHE! What the heck, man?!"
*Elm was big eyed and mouth opened. Turning to face his protege, Cashe looks and notices the camera. Shrugging as if he didn't know there would be an audience. *
Jason Cashe: "Oops? You know what tho?"
*Quickly pondering the situation. Cashe nods and turns back towards Jimmy "The" King. Bending down, Cashe pulls the beautiful red robe from the King named King, waving it around and draping it over his own shoulders. *
Jason Cashe: "Tonight, I'm your HIGHness and I've got a think of two to say to those that aren't too quick to skip on by and hear what I have to say.."
*Nodding towards Elm, Cashe points down at Jimmy. *
Jason Cashe: "Grab your boy. Tell him I slipped and my elbow found his face.. It happens. Give him my best."
*Stepping back to give Elm the space to gather Jimmy "The" King. Cashe waits until he is alone with the camera. The TPW logo plastered on the wall behind him. He was wearing a Pink T-Shirt with a giant Nipple printed on the front. *
Jason Cashe: "To say things haven't gone my way lately would be an understatement. Truth be told, it happens this time of the year quite often. I'm not making excuses for any of the losses, I'm just placing credit to why they have been happening.
Losing the Pro Wrestling Valor World Title to my Sister, Amber Ryan.
Losing against CJ O'Donnell after YEARS of taunting him. Trying to bait him out of hiding only to come up short.
Hell, even the Gladiator Football League I coach. Those girls kicked ass and still lost and they lost to FUDGING Dallas of all teams.
I can't make excuses. I lost. I didn't prepare enough to get the job done not once, not twice but on three occasions back to back. Is CJ the better man? Hell no! Dumb to assume and ignorant as all shades of crap if you believe that but that match says he is. He still has that Championship and he grabbed himself a win. Good on him..
What I blame for these hard times is simple.. July through November, you find the Months of my name. Take the first letter from each of those months and it spells out J.A.S.O.N."
*A random person walks by, ducking down to try and go unseen by cameras. Cashe gave him a following glare as he bites down on his bottom lip, feinting as if he wanted to punch the guy. He didn't.*
Jason Cashe: "The curse came to my attention about as long ago as I've known CJ. Back when I went to a VooDoo Priest-Witch-Doctor person to.. Curse me..
I didn't want children and to this DAY it was the best 50 bucks I have ever spent. No kids. All he did was hold my junk, shake some shakers, sacrifice a chicken and a frog and chant something. Some would say the world is better off but every man, every true man, finds himself weakened by his children. Maybe with them, I'd be a better man. In and outside of the ring.."
Jimmy "The" King: "Hell no baby! Your King will not TOLERATE disrespect from a peasant!"
*Cashe sighs. He hears the voice before we see Jimmy "The" King come back into camera and he looks MAD! Hair all messed up, his crown was crooked and like a toddler, he went to snatch the robe off Cashe's shoulders. *
Jimmy "The" King: "This is mine! MIN-"
*Cashe snaps a hand to Jimmy's mouth, placing his index finger against the King's lips. *
Jason Cashe: "Shhhhh…"
*His eyes move from Jimmy "The" King back to the cameras. Elm walks passed the camera just shaking his head as he stares at the ground. King stands there looking all kinds of insulted but doesn't say a word.*
Jason Cashe: "The point is that all of this struggle is expected. All of this stumbling I have done can be attributed to the Season of J.A.S.O.N.
It's why my Elbow is called the Mark of J.A.S.O.N. because I wanted to own the curse of these months! I wanted to laugh in their faces and find success in spite of the curse.. Some years are a bit better than others but to add to this, let me give you a few examples."
Jimmy "The" King: "Screw your elb–"
*As King tries to interrupt Cashe, Cashe slaps him across the face. Jimmy "The" King whimpers as he stumbles sideways towards the camera. *
Jimmy "The" King: "I will RUUULLE YOO–"
*Jimmy "The" King snaps at Cashe and catches another Mark of J.A.S.O.N. Elbow to the face that drops the King named King like a sack of potatoes. Snapping his fingers, Cashe looks at Elm and motions at Jimmy. *
Jason Cashe: "Don't let this man come back until he wants to sign a peace treaty."
*For the second time tonight, Elm is left to gather up Jimmy "The" King as he finds a struggle to get his Kingdom in order. Shaking his head, Cashe picks up where he left off. *
Jason Cashe: "So what can I do to correct it?"
*It appears that he was truly asking as he gave a pause, hoping for even a whisper of an answer. He never got one. *
Jason Cashe: "I'm not the natural excellence that most people will try to claim to be. I have to WORK to get on a roll! I'm far from entitled and I will break bonds before I take easy routes in this business. I've proved that numerous times!
If I wanted a clear and easy path to success, I'd have joined IWF. I'd have signed with CCPE last year when I turned Page down! Taking a massive dump in his offering hand and he spoiled me for weeks before I made that choice. Private planes, Penthouse suites.. That ain't me. Never has been, never will be and my loyalty is rarely given and never BOUGHT. I have no love for far too many and REFUSE to pet those who possess sensitivities and safe spaces. Just not me.. So again. What can I do to change this.. Curse of mine?"
*Pacing, he moves a few steps to the right before cutting back to the left. *
Jason Cashe: "Work. Prepare. Face the odds that not only stand across from me inside those matches but the challenges that present themselves during these months. The man I see in that mirror has to fight! The darkness of one's mind is often the greatest maze that we can find ourselves lost in.."
*Slapping the front of his forehead a few times at rapid pace, his demeanor changes. Firing up his engines, hyping himself up. *
Jason Cashe: "I am forced to face this challenge! Not only face it but do everything I can to gain ground against it.
I've lost friends.
I've lost family.
I've lost time..
I have spent my entire adult life in and out of these rings. Since I was 16 years old I have done this.. Consistent like sentences making paragraphs.. My only other options back before I started were on streets filled with ways to get locked up or dead.. I can take loss but you won't defeat me.
I'm not even booked to compete and it doesn't change a thing. I am HERE at Fury! I am IN the trenches, ALWAYS wanting to fight! BEGGING to be booked! I will remain prepared like I have a match and maybe tonight, I will find another face to punch. I will keep myself occupied and entertained and yeah, that might come at the expense of someone else's humility.. Or my own.
That's this business to me and I'm here to do business! I don't need a Top 100 listing, I don't need support or petting so everyone can pet my dick before I change who I am so I am better liked.
I do me. That's ALL I know how to be and it is in that where I am my own worst enemy. Every DAY it is Me Versus I so why should I find concern with how anyone else feels about mwuah? To beat this curse, to find myself with my hand raised, I will find trouble, stir the pot of feces and dump it on the lap of anyone and everyone that gives me an itch to scratch.. BOOK ME!"
*Cutting away to the left of the screen, Cashe disappears from the camera view as the show fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns to the live crowd. As 5FDP’s Judgement Day starts, strobe lights flash all over the arena before they all center on the entranceway. Eavan Maloney, in a leather outfit and Doc Martens, 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. As Eavan steps off the bike, she is handed a microphone and steps through the ropes into the ring. Eavan removes her sunglasses and hooks them on a pocket of her Devils’ Doves vest and leans on the top rope and she stands on the bottom rope, looking up the ramp. *
Eavan Maloney: “Veronica Cain. Congratulations on Claiming Your Fame. Nice touch with the handcuffs, I’ll admit I wish I had thought of it myself. No heat from me. I knew going into that match I was coming into it in no shape to win it, so I changed strategy. Khloe Cox…”
*Eavan smirks as she leaps backwards off the ropes, doing a perfect backflip in the process. *
Eavan Maloney: “Guess who’s healed up? Now, I saw your little promo and saw you all happy and practically normal. So what, am I just supposed to say it’s water under the bridge now? No. Not even close. This isn’t over until I say it’s over, and I’m just getting started. Good luck in your match tonight, just remember… I’ll be watching.”
*Eavan tosses the microphone, fires up her bike and rides up the ramp and through the curtain. As she does the shot witches to the commentary desk. *
Eavan Maloney: “Veronica Cain. Congratulations on Claiming Your Fame. Nice touch with the handcuffs, I’ll admit I wish I had thought of it myself. No heat from me. I knew going into that match I was coming into it in no shape to win it, so I changed strategy. Khloe Cox…”
*Eavan smirks as she leaps backwards off the ropes, doing a perfect backflip in the process. *
Eavan Maloney: “Guess who’s healed up? Now, I saw your little promo and saw you all happy and practically normal. So what, am I just supposed to say it’s water under the bridge now? No. Not even close. This isn’t over until I say it’s over, and I’m just getting started. Good luck in your match tonight, just remember… I’ll be watching.”
*Eavan tosses the microphone, fires up her bike and rides up the ramp and through the curtain. As she does the shot witches to the commentary desk. *
Markson: Eavan Maloney certainly not forgiving or forgetting what Khloe Cox has done to her.
Napier: Why should she? Khloe fired the first shot of this war, and now that things are getting dangerous she wants to make nice. Fat chance fella. And speaking of fat I think it's time for Aaron Warthog's match.
Markson: Classt as always Nick. But, you are righ, it is time for Aaron Warthog, and the aforementioned Khloe Cox.
*The shot cuts to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!" Hank Williams Jr starts the intro to “Hog Wild” as it booms across the arena as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, jutting out his chin on the stage and facing the audience. He starts down to the ring, pounding on his stomach along the way, ready for another brawl. He gets up on the apron, flashing a signal to the camera, a sign of his love for his wife and child, before stepping through the ropes.
Steve Cotton: The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Charleston, South Carolina, weighing in at 330 pounds… Aaron Warthog!
Markson: A match of fan favorites coming to blows.
Napier: All that means is we all win in the end.
Markson: Who pooped in your shoes before the show?
[The arena darkens as the anticipation in the air builds to a crescendo. The opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World begin to play, and the crowd erupts with excitement. As the music picks up, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and Khloe bursts through the curtain with boundless energy and a radiant smile on her face.]
Steve Cotton: [Excitedly] “Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring, Khloe Cox!”
Markson: Khloe has demonstrated an array of in and out of the ring awareness, with that awesome showing at Gladiators Ball!
Napier: She’s bought herself another match on Friday Night Fury.
Markson: What’s your problem with her?
Napier: I don’t have a problem, but think for once. The new owners aren’t going to give handouts. They want to see who’s for real. Her highlight move was obviously meant to help.
Markson: Do you have passion for anything in your life?
Napier: Yes, knowing that I got to bring you back to Earth.
[Khloe starts her descent to the ring, high-fiving fans along the barricades with genuine enthusiasm. She takes a moment to dance and sing along with the lyrics, creating an instant connection with the audience.]
Khloe: [Singing along] “It just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride! Everything, everything will be just fine!”
Markson: Get in on the singing, Nape!
Napier: Did you just call me– I can make a few calls and get you fired!
Markson: Lighten up! These people really dig Khloe Cox.
[The crowd sings along with her, creating an electric atmosphere of unity and positivity. Khloe’s infectious spirit spreads like wildfire, as fans of all ages join in the celebration.]
Steve Cotton: [With enthusiasm] “Khloe Cox, bringing smiles and good vibes wherever she goes!”
[As Khloe finally reaches the ring, she hops onto the apron and waves to the fans before gracefully stepping through the ropes. Once inside, she climbs a turnbuckle, still singing along to the song, and points to the crowd, acknowledging their support.]
Khloe: [With genuine warmth] “You guys are amazing! Let’s have a blast tonight!”
[The music fades out as Khloe prepares for her match, her positive energy and fan-friendly persona creating an unforgettable moment of unity between her and the audience.]
Markson:
Napier:
*DING DING DING*
As the bell rings to start the match, the celebration of favorites is heightened to a raucous affair as both wrestlers charge into the center of the ring! Aaron has the advantage in power, moving Khloe back towards a corner. He goes for a surprise low kick to the back of the knee and Cox vaults inches above the Warthog sweep! She lands to one side of Aaron and lands quick strikes to his thigh, ribs, and chest, which stun Warthog. Khloe then leaps backward, landing on the second turnbuckle and springing into Aaron with a Meteora that pops the crowd, and a cover!
One!
Tw— KICKOUT!
Markson: Aaron shoving Khloe off by a good couple feet there.
Napier: Things can get chippy anytime. If you ask me, especially with favorites.
Cox and Warthog go nose-to-nose and Khloe rears back and lands a forearm on Aaron, who returns fire as they go strike for strike. Khloe ducks under a telegraphed forearm by Aaron, and builds a head of steam off the ropes to charge at him with a Leg Lariat. Warthog counters into an Elevated Powerbomb and holds on for the pinfall attempt!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Napier: Whoa, I’m mildly more interested since she kicked out. That was like a sudden trainwreck. Clear off the rails.
Markson: Warthog power at it’s finest.
Napier: Warthog power is like, slop and sludge. Man, Markson calling Aaron Warthog sloppy.
Markson: Khloe doesn’t see Warthog waiting behind– Wait, what did you say?
Khloe’s weakened state allows her arms to be swept up from behind by Aaron, who delivers a Full Nelson Slam that sends her driven down to the mat. Aaron begins hyping himself and the crowd is digging the action. He backs up into the corner and as Khloe comes to her feet, Aaron connects with a Body Splash that craters her in the corner! Khloe crumples to the canvas and Warthog falls into a cover as her shoulders hit the mat.
One!
Two!
Th– KICKOUT!
Markson: I hate to say it, but Khloe Cox has stumbled out of the blocks here.
Napier: She’s cursed! She wanted the highlight of the night, and now she’s paying for it.
While Napier spouts his latest nonsense, Aaron pounds the mat. It’s hard to know if it’s out of frustration or if he’s firing up. He goes to pick up Khloe after a moment of exciting the crowd, and Khloe kicks him in the knee. Aaron was caught off guard in the moment and Khloe lands another kick to the knee that forces Warthog down to a knee! Khloe floats up into a modified DDT that bounces Aaron off the mat! She scrambles into a cover!
One!
Tw– KICKOUT!
Napier: Well that was her best shot.
Markson: Hardly! I’ll have you know Khloe does not want the highlight reel moments. She’s here to win.
Napier: … And?
Markson: Unbelievable.
Khloe is back on top of Aaron and raining down strikes. Aaron blocks enough to recover and as he stands he brings Khloe with him! He looks for another Elevated Powerbomb and Khloe goes crashing backwards! No! Cox leans into the momentum and sends Warthog spinning with a Hurricanrana! He crashes head and back into the corner. Khloe lines him up for a Lunatic Lariat, beginning to bounce off the ropes and timing his staggering out of the corner. But Warthog gets it together and sees her coming. STAMPEDE!! But the Spear misses as KHLOE COX STEPS OFF THE BACK OF THE LUNGING AARON!
Markson: Amazing!
Napier: Oh come on! (throws random object)
Markson: Khloe flips off the back of Aaron and a confused Warthog turns into a Springboard Neckbreaker! Khloe draws energy from the crowd and charges up!
Khloe makes her way off the ropes back and forth, finally colliding with a Lunatic Lariat on Aaron! They go crashing to the mat… with Khloe doing her best to hook a leg!
One!
Two!
THREENO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Napier: Oh come on! (throws random object)
Markson: This match continues!
This time it’s Cox who looks in disbelief while the crowd takes it in with cheers and applause. Khloe shakes it off and strides over to the corner. As Aaron comes in Khloe gathers the crowd’s cheers up and leaps with a Corner DDT! But Warthog holds her up! He shifts Khloe’s weight into the Falling Powerslam known as AGGRESSION! Rocking the ring, Aaron goes straight into a cover!
One!
Two!
THR– NO!
Markson: I have to give it up to both wrestlers for really bringing top games this week.
Napier: And yet one will fail in the end… Ha!
Warthog begins nodding and hollering as game recognizes game. He sends Khloe into the ropes and is forced to recognize again, as Khloe comes speeding back with a V-trigger knee that has Aaron seeing stars! Khloe sets up in the corner again and lands the Corner DDT she was looking for! As Aaron is recovering to get up, Khloe gets up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd gasps and cheers as she literally RUNS THE ROPES AND DIVES OFF WITH A CORKSCREW UPPERCUT!
Markson: What was that!
Napier: Insanity! What is this worth to her?
Khloe has the crowd eating out of her hand as she rises up. Warthog is hazy as he takes a few seconds to get to his feet. Plenty of time for Khloe to build up steam again off the ropes, and the crowd building to their crescendo.
Markson: LUNATIC! LARIAT!
Napier: Lunatic is right!
Warthog falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and slumps onto his back while Khloe leans back into a cover!
One!
Two!
…
THREE!!!
*DING DING DING*
Steve Cotton: Your winner of this match… KHLOE COX!!!
Markson: A match of hard hitting in different ways, and it’s Khloe Cox pulling out the victory after nearly being pinned herself several times!
Napier: Are we moving onto the next one, or what?
Markson: Listen to the crowd, showing their appreciation to both wrestlers for their great efforts in this contest.
Napier: These fans are just as condescending a bunch as any. These are mocking cheers!
Markson: I guess mutual respect is an alien concept to you.
Napier: Are you talking about car insurance again?
Markson: Speaking of which, we should take a break before our sponsors raise an eyebrow. Back with more action in a few moments!
*As we return from commercial break the cameras cut to the back, where we see “The Mechanic” Peter Vaughn sitting back in a large chair, holding onto the TPW International Title on one shoulder. He’s conversing with “The War Queen” Leah Aguero, quietly talking about what happened at Gladiator’s Ball. Nearby, we can see El Diablo Blanco, “Chronic” Chris Page, and Mac Bane seemingly in a serious conversation, all looking a little bit salty. That’s when Alexander Marshall comes into the rope, nervously brandishing a large bottle of champagne. *
Alexander Marshall: Who’s ready to celebrate? Peter Vaughn’s still the International Champion, and the Cabal still is the strongest organization in TPW, something we proved at Gladiator’s Ball!
*Alexander raises up the champagne, looking to see if anyone wants to toast with him, but Mac simply steps up and knocks the bottle out of his hands, sending it crashing to the ground. Alexander steps backwards in shock. *
Alexander Marshall: … That was a $400 bottle!
Mac Bane: You talk really big for a guy who didn’t come through for us! Where were you when the ref allowed Stone to win? Where were you when El D got burned?
Chris Page: And where were you when you lost control of the damn company?
Alexander Marshall: I… I…
Chris Page: You were supposed to be in charge of things here, Xander. I put my faith in you, but look at you now.
El Diablo Blanco: You’ve failed us, brother.
*The trio moves towards Alexander, making him back up… right into the War Queen, who’s now standing behind him. Alexander jumps, only to then get grabbed on the shoulder by Vaughn. *
Peter Vaughn: Now, now, give Alexander here a little peace, guys. He DID come through in the main event, didn’t he?
Alexander Marshall: That’s right! That’s right, I certainly did!
Peter Vaughn: And I’m sure this “new owner” is just a… temporary situation.
Mac Bane: Don’t forget, Pete, Alex here promised us all titles for being in the Cabal. Now he can’t even give us shots at the titles.
Alexander Marshall: No, no, that’s not true! I still have connections. I’m going to fulfill every promise I’ve made to you all, I guarantee it.
*Vaughn squeezes Alexander’s shoulder, a little harder than necessary, making Alexander wince. But Vaughn doesn’t seem to acknowledge it. *
Peter Vaughn: I still have faith in him, guys. And I don’t see any reason for us to doubt his word… yet.
*Vaughn then releases Alexander’s shoulder, turning back to the group.*
Peter Vaughn: Now c’mon. Let’s see what else we can take care of tonight.
*The Cabal moves off as a group, with Alexander watching them go, rubbing his sore shoulder. He shakes his head and walks off after them. The shot fades from Alexander to the Guerilla Position*
Alexander Marshall: Who’s ready to celebrate? Peter Vaughn’s still the International Champion, and the Cabal still is the strongest organization in TPW, something we proved at Gladiator’s Ball!
*Alexander raises up the champagne, looking to see if anyone wants to toast with him, but Mac simply steps up and knocks the bottle out of his hands, sending it crashing to the ground. Alexander steps backwards in shock. *
Alexander Marshall: … That was a $400 bottle!
Mac Bane: You talk really big for a guy who didn’t come through for us! Where were you when the ref allowed Stone to win? Where were you when El D got burned?
Chris Page: And where were you when you lost control of the damn company?
Alexander Marshall: I… I…
Chris Page: You were supposed to be in charge of things here, Xander. I put my faith in you, but look at you now.
El Diablo Blanco: You’ve failed us, brother.
*The trio moves towards Alexander, making him back up… right into the War Queen, who’s now standing behind him. Alexander jumps, only to then get grabbed on the shoulder by Vaughn. *
Peter Vaughn: Now, now, give Alexander here a little peace, guys. He DID come through in the main event, didn’t he?
Alexander Marshall: That’s right! That’s right, I certainly did!
Peter Vaughn: And I’m sure this “new owner” is just a… temporary situation.
Mac Bane: Don’t forget, Pete, Alex here promised us all titles for being in the Cabal. Now he can’t even give us shots at the titles.
Alexander Marshall: No, no, that’s not true! I still have connections. I’m going to fulfill every promise I’ve made to you all, I guarantee it.
*Vaughn squeezes Alexander’s shoulder, a little harder than necessary, making Alexander wince. But Vaughn doesn’t seem to acknowledge it. *
Peter Vaughn: I still have faith in him, guys. And I don’t see any reason for us to doubt his word… yet.
*Vaughn then releases Alexander’s shoulder, turning back to the group.*
Peter Vaughn: Now c’mon. Let’s see what else we can take care of tonight.
*The Cabal moves off as a group, with Alexander watching them go, rubbing his sore shoulder. He shakes his head and walks off after them. The shot fades from Alexander to the Guerilla Position*
*We’re taken to a dimly lit backstage area of a shot of a TPW logo backdrop. Maxwell Mason Stone steps into frame and the crowd cheers. *
MMS: Shiny, happy people of Thunder Pro Wrestling. At Gladiator’s Ball I defeated a man who’s fighting spirit I questioned. That question was answered when Mac Bane and I beat the hell out of each other in front of 76,000 fans at the Bristol Speedway. Mac Bane gave me the fight I’d been looking for and, quite frankly, the fight I needed to get back to my old self. Nothing but respect a legend in this business and Mac, if you’re sore about it, you know where to find me. Any time and any place.
*Stone goes back and forth tapping his fists into his open hands. *
MMS: I had to defeat Mac to get back to my full potential and here we are in the main event of Friday Night Fury. Larry Tact. Matt Knox. TPW International Title shot on the line and NOBODY is going to stand in my way tonight. I will be an absolute wild card in the safe and known world that Knox and Tact have grown so comfortable living in.
*Stone gives a mischievous smile. *
MMS: And when I win tonight I will officially become the thorn that sticks in the side of our beloved champion, Peter Vaughn.
*The crowd boos at the mention of the TPW International Champion. *
MMS: You see, not only will Peter Vaughn have to deal with me at Winter Wrestleland but he’s going to get a preview of that match and what I will do to him when I step into the ring with him in a week and a half in round one of the Porter Games. I was personally invited to this tournament by Denzel Porter himself because he knew that Peter Vaughn vs. Maxwell Mason Stone is the money match that everyone wants to see.
*Stone extends his arms side by side and kicks the theatrical smile up to 10. *
MMS: Peter Vaughn, whether you like it or not… I’m crashing down into your world just as I’ve crashed into Thunder Pro Wrestling and the weather report says you’re in for a cold, cold winter my friend.
*The camera zooms into Stone’s smile and hangs for an extended moment before Stone exits the shot to make his way out into the arena. *
MMS: Shiny, happy people of Thunder Pro Wrestling. At Gladiator’s Ball I defeated a man who’s fighting spirit I questioned. That question was answered when Mac Bane and I beat the hell out of each other in front of 76,000 fans at the Bristol Speedway. Mac Bane gave me the fight I’d been looking for and, quite frankly, the fight I needed to get back to my old self. Nothing but respect a legend in this business and Mac, if you’re sore about it, you know where to find me. Any time and any place.
*Stone goes back and forth tapping his fists into his open hands. *
MMS: I had to defeat Mac to get back to my full potential and here we are in the main event of Friday Night Fury. Larry Tact. Matt Knox. TPW International Title shot on the line and NOBODY is going to stand in my way tonight. I will be an absolute wild card in the safe and known world that Knox and Tact have grown so comfortable living in.
*Stone gives a mischievous smile. *
MMS: And when I win tonight I will officially become the thorn that sticks in the side of our beloved champion, Peter Vaughn.
*The crowd boos at the mention of the TPW International Champion. *
MMS: You see, not only will Peter Vaughn have to deal with me at Winter Wrestleland but he’s going to get a preview of that match and what I will do to him when I step into the ring with him in a week and a half in round one of the Porter Games. I was personally invited to this tournament by Denzel Porter himself because he knew that Peter Vaughn vs. Maxwell Mason Stone is the money match that everyone wants to see.
*Stone extends his arms side by side and kicks the theatrical smile up to 10. *
MMS: Peter Vaughn, whether you like it or not… I’m crashing down into your world just as I’ve crashed into Thunder Pro Wrestling and the weather report says you’re in for a cold, cold winter my friend.
*The camera zooms into Stone’s smile and hangs for an extended moment before Stone exits the shot to make his way out into the arena. *
