Post by Greg T.O.M on Oct 2, 2023 9:27:23 GMT -5
*Backstage again, we see a coat rack sitting in what appears to be a break room with a collection of vending machines. A hand slowly enters the show, plucking a trench coat from the rack. The camera pans over to reveal J Mont putting the coat on over his Gucci underwear. We see that, at some point between then and now, he's put some band-aids on his forehead to stifle the bleeding from the light tube attack... and he covers the band-aids with a matching fedora. With the American Championship strapped around his waist, he closes the trench coat and smiles ear to ear.*
J Mont: Now she'll never find me... no one would ever believe J Mont would be caught dead in poor people clothes like this --
TPW Staff #2: Hey, J Mont, you're gonna have to find somewhere else to hang out. We're about to clean these floors.
*J Mont shakes his head, seething. He looks over his shoulder at the staff member... smoldering with intensity.*
J Mont: You recognized me, huh? You weren't... supposed... to recognize me!
TPW Staff #2: Huh?
*JKO OUT OF NOWHERE! J Mont rises, pumping his fists, the trench coat flying open and revealing the American Championship for all to see before --
BAMMMMMMM!
He's hit in the back with a cafeteria chair! J Mont staggers forward, fedora flying off his head! Junko throws the chair aside and whips J Mont around, nailing him with a series of right hands as he flails backward, finally stopping as his back touches the wall! Junko continues peppering him with wild punches and forearms!*
Junko Souma: GIVE! ME! BACK! MY! TITLE!
*J Mont snaps, snatching her around the waist and lifting her up!*
J Mont: F[BLEEP] THAT!
*J Mont rams Junko back first into the glass front of the vending machine! The glass shatters and the lights begin to flicker. Junko rests motionless in a seated position, snacks falling all around her. J Mont runs his hands over the top of his head. One of the band-aids has come undone and blood has begun to trickle from the wound. He shakes his head.*
J Mont: You crazy f[bleep]ing bitch! I'm out of here!
*He looks around, shouting at no one in particular.*
J Mont: I'M LEAVING! THIS IS AN UNSAFE WORKING ENVIRONMENT!
*Taking a deep breath, he reaches past her and picks up a Snickers. Looking down at her unconscious form, he smirks.*
J Mont: Sorry, Junko. I'm not myself when I'm hungry.
*He turns and looks at the camera, giving a wink to the fans watching at home before turning and leaving the room. The camera slowly zooms in on Junko inside the busted vending machine as we fade to black.*
J Mont: Now she'll never find me... no one would ever believe J Mont would be caught dead in poor people clothes like this --
TPW Staff #2: Hey, J Mont, you're gonna have to find somewhere else to hang out. We're about to clean these floors.
*J Mont shakes his head, seething. He looks over his shoulder at the staff member... smoldering with intensity.*
J Mont: You recognized me, huh? You weren't... supposed... to recognize me!
TPW Staff #2: Huh?
*JKO OUT OF NOWHERE! J Mont rises, pumping his fists, the trench coat flying open and revealing the American Championship for all to see before --
BAMMMMMMM!
He's hit in the back with a cafeteria chair! J Mont staggers forward, fedora flying off his head! Junko throws the chair aside and whips J Mont around, nailing him with a series of right hands as he flails backward, finally stopping as his back touches the wall! Junko continues peppering him with wild punches and forearms!*
Junko Souma: GIVE! ME! BACK! MY! TITLE!
*J Mont snaps, snatching her around the waist and lifting her up!*
J Mont: F[BLEEP] THAT!
*J Mont rams Junko back first into the glass front of the vending machine! The glass shatters and the lights begin to flicker. Junko rests motionless in a seated position, snacks falling all around her. J Mont runs his hands over the top of his head. One of the band-aids has come undone and blood has begun to trickle from the wound. He shakes his head.*
J Mont: You crazy f[bleep]ing bitch! I'm out of here!
*He looks around, shouting at no one in particular.*
J Mont: I'M LEAVING! THIS IS AN UNSAFE WORKING ENVIRONMENT!
*Taking a deep breath, he reaches past her and picks up a Snickers. Looking down at her unconscious form, he smirks.*
J Mont: Sorry, Junko. I'm not myself when I'm hungry.
*He turns and looks at the camera, giving a wink to the fans watching at home before turning and leaving the room. The camera slowly zooms in on Junko inside the busted vending machine as we fade to black.*
*"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Vanessa Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp. Once at ringside, they meet their father and together, all four of them get inside the ring. Vanessa gets microphones handed to her as the brothers go to a separate corner each, climb it and raise their arms and get a great reaction from the Thundermaniacs. They hop down as their music fades and Vanessa hands them each a microphone before she starts talking. *
Vanessa: Well, let’s get down to it… Ya’ll saw it, we lived it… We tried to recapture OUR Duos championships and once again we were straight up CHEATED out of what was rightfully ours… I mean, who does that… cheat.. It’s, it’s…. it’s so… dirty! Ugh! Victor, do you do that?
Victor: No senorita…
Vanessa: Hector, what about you?
Hector: Mucho no.
Vanessa: Exactly, we were the Duos champions for over a year because we won and defended the titles the right way, the proper way… The way the Duos championships are meant to be defended… Then these two, a couple of… bimbos want to come and.. and… How did you put Victor?
Victor: Jack our stilo.
Hector: Mucho jack.
Vanessa: Well said, Lights Out is a completely unoriginal team and when the time is right, we will get our titles back… But… we get it… We got our rematch, lost it, and now we must earn a Duos titles shot the old fashion way… Well, fine, we will gladly face any team, or all the teams…. We’ve run the table before, we will gladly do it again… Boys, you have the list?
Victor: Yup…
Vanessa: Alright, who’s the first team?
Victor:The Soda Pops… They-
Paco: *ahem* actually, they are no longer with the company…
Hector: Caca…
Victor: The Corrupted!
Paco: *ahem* Um… they no showed so…
Victor: What that mean?
Paco: Nevermind that, next team!
Victor: Influence?
Paco: Socially banned.
Victor: Superunknown?
Paco: Hello? Unknown?
Victor: Gangsters of Christ?
Paco: Sold their soul to the devil.
Victor: Wrath of the Storm?
Paco: For real?
They all look at each other and burst out laughing.
Vanessa: Alright, alright… Who’s next on the list?
Victor and Hector study the list, back and forth and they shrug. Hector balls the piece of paper and just throws it over his shoulder… They all fall silent for a moment, and the arena goes quiet as well.
Victor: Well, this is awkward.
Hector: Mucho ack-word.
Vanessa: UGH, alright fine! Camera man, get in here, camera right on my face… Consider this then, an open challenge to any two wrestlers in the back who want to take on The Malvado Brothers at the next pay-per-view, Night of the Living Dead with the winner getting a shot at the Duos championship! Don’t worry about the paperwork, I’ll talk to whichever Marshall is running the show this week… We expect your answer, whoever it is, at the next Friday Night Fury! But before you all start lining up thinking this is your opportunity to get in a high profile match against the best Duos in the world… Know that every match at this pay-per-view will have hardcore stipulations… and we have been allowed to name our own stipulation for this match… So Paco, tell the poor souls who are brave enough to sign up to face The Malvados what kind of match they are in for…
Paco steps up, grabbing the camera to ensure he is the focus now.
Paco: Mi gente, they don’t call me “the drinking time bomb” for nothing… Yes, there is only one thing I love more than wrestling, and that is drinking my tequila… But you know what’s better than Wrestling AND tequila? Wrestling WITH tequila… in your system… that’s right, doing both… TOGETHER!! Back in my day, I competed in one of the most hardcore matches ever: The Tequila DeathMatch! Now this match is confined to the ring area, but it is anything goes match, barbwire ropes, exploding boards around the ring, the works… Yes this is a hardcore match with a twist… At the start of the match, each participant takes 2 shots of tequila and then every 2 minutes thereafter each must take a shot regardless of condition… There are no pins in this one, the winner of the match is simply the last duos standing after the 10 count!.
Paco pauses as he lets all that info sink in, with some of the crowd cheering loudly. Vanessa takes over.
Vanessa: Well there you have it… To any two wrestlers, or any team that wants to comeback, reform, kiss and make up, whatever, we don’t care… ANYONE that wants to sign up, we will be waiting for your answer at the next Fury… Now boys, any last words…
Victor steps up.
Victor: Lights Out… You have bested us twice, congratulations, you did what no other team had ever done before… You have earned our respect don’t think for a second that this is over… The Mucho Evil Empire may have lost two battles but we are still standing and the war rages on… Sooner or later we will meet again and the darkness will return to rule over Thunder Pro Wrestling! Right Hector…
Hector: Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucho rule!
Their music hits as Hector raises his arms ‘in victory’ while Victor motions around his waist with both hands, mouthing of words that can no longer be heard. The camera now switches over to the announcing team.
Victor: No senorita…
Vanessa: Hector, what about you?
Hector: Mucho no.
Vanessa: Exactly, we were the Duos champions for over a year because we won and defended the titles the right way, the proper way… The way the Duos championships are meant to be defended… Then these two, a couple of… bimbos want to come and.. and… How did you put Victor?
Victor: Jack our stilo.
Hector: Mucho jack.
Vanessa: Well said, Lights Out is a completely unoriginal team and when the time is right, we will get our titles back… But… we get it… We got our rematch, lost it, and now we must earn a Duos titles shot the old fashion way… Well, fine, we will gladly face any team, or all the teams…. We’ve run the table before, we will gladly do it again… Boys, you have the list?
Victor: Yup…
Vanessa: Alright, who’s the first team?
Victor:The Soda Pops… They-
Paco: *ahem* actually, they are no longer with the company…
Hector: Caca…
Victor: The Corrupted!
Paco: *ahem* Um… they no showed so…
Victor: What that mean?
Paco: Nevermind that, next team!
Victor: Influence?
Paco: Socially banned.
Victor: Superunknown?
Paco: Hello? Unknown?
Victor: Gangsters of Christ?
Paco: Sold their soul to the devil.
Victor: Wrath of the Storm?
Paco: For real?
They all look at each other and burst out laughing.
Vanessa: Alright, alright… Who’s next on the list?
Victor and Hector study the list, back and forth and they shrug. Hector balls the piece of paper and just throws it over his shoulder… They all fall silent for a moment, and the arena goes quiet as well.
Victor: Well, this is awkward.
Hector: Mucho ack-word.
Vanessa: UGH, alright fine! Camera man, get in here, camera right on my face… Consider this then, an open challenge to any two wrestlers in the back who want to take on The Malvado Brothers at the next pay-per-view, Night of the Living Dead with the winner getting a shot at the Duos championship! Don’t worry about the paperwork, I’ll talk to whichever Marshall is running the show this week… We expect your answer, whoever it is, at the next Friday Night Fury! But before you all start lining up thinking this is your opportunity to get in a high profile match against the best Duos in the world… Know that every match at this pay-per-view will have hardcore stipulations… and we have been allowed to name our own stipulation for this match… So Paco, tell the poor souls who are brave enough to sign up to face The Malvados what kind of match they are in for…
Paco steps up, grabbing the camera to ensure he is the focus now.
Paco: Mi gente, they don’t call me “the drinking time bomb” for nothing… Yes, there is only one thing I love more than wrestling, and that is drinking my tequila… But you know what’s better than Wrestling AND tequila? Wrestling WITH tequila… in your system… that’s right, doing both… TOGETHER!! Back in my day, I competed in one of the most hardcore matches ever: The Tequila DeathMatch! Now this match is confined to the ring area, but it is anything goes match, barbwire ropes, exploding boards around the ring, the works… Yes this is a hardcore match with a twist… At the start of the match, each participant takes 2 shots of tequila and then every 2 minutes thereafter each must take a shot regardless of condition… There are no pins in this one, the winner of the match is simply the last duos standing after the 10 count!.
Paco pauses as he lets all that info sink in, with some of the crowd cheering loudly. Vanessa takes over.
Vanessa: Well there you have it… To any two wrestlers, or any team that wants to comeback, reform, kiss and make up, whatever, we don’t care… ANYONE that wants to sign up, we will be waiting for your answer at the next Fury… Now boys, any last words…
Victor steps up.
Victor: Lights Out… You have bested us twice, congratulations, you did what no other team had ever done before… You have earned our respect don’t think for a second that this is over… The Mucho Evil Empire may have lost two battles but we are still standing and the war rages on… Sooner or later we will meet again and the darkness will return to rule over Thunder Pro Wrestling! Right Hector…
Hector: Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucho rule!
Their music hits as Hector raises his arms ‘in victory’ while Victor motions around his waist with both hands, mouthing of words that can no longer be heard. The camera now switches over to the announcing team.
*The parking lot... the camera slowly pans up from the ground, revealing the tail of a trench coat. Suddenly, the trench coat drops, revealing the text "Lexington Sucks" written across the back of J Mont's Gucci briefs.*
Markson: What the hell is this?
Napier: The highlight of the show, Markson.
Markson: Haven't we seen enough of this jerk tonight?!
*As the camera continues panning upward, then levels off... we see the gigantic all-American limousine and, more important, the helicopter resting on the rear helipad. J Mont shoulders the American Championship and looks over his shoulder, smiling directly into the camera.*
J Mont: Well, Lexington, it's been a hell of a ride... but this is where I get off.
*J Mont climbs onto the helipad and pulls open the door on the yellow helicopter. Still only clad in his socks, Gucci underwear, and American Championship belt, he climbs inside... before plucking his Snicker bar from the waistband of his brief and beginning to unwrap it.*
J Mont: Almost forgot this... I never fly on an empty stomach.
*He takes a bite of the Snickers bar and slams the chopper door shut.*
Markson: I can't believe he's leaving like this.
Napier: Of course he's leaving! Junko Souma has attacked him THREE TIMES tonight! This is an unsafe working environment! TPW will be lucky if J Mont doesn't SUE them for this treatment!
Markson: He stole her title!
Napier: The title he PINNED HER FOR! CLEAN AS A SHEET!
Markson: That's not what happened at all!
*J Mont turns on the engine and the propeller slowly begins to come to life. J Mont tilts his head back, laughing evilly as the helicopter roars to life... until he sees Junko exit the arena and limp toward the limousine with something in her hand. J Mont's eyes widen, anger washing over him.*
Napier: What's she doing? What's that in her hand!?
Markson: I'm not sure, Napier... but J Mont is not happy to see her again!
*The camera follows Junko, her back bleeding heavily from betting thrown through the window and the vending machine earlier, more scars to add to the collection. She approaches the rear of the limousine and opens the gas cap before... shoving a rag inside! J Mont looks down from the helicopter, pounding on the window.*
J Mont: Hey! HEY! STOP THAT! What the hell are you doing!?
*Junko looks up at him, holding up a lighter.*
Junko Souma: My title! Now!
*J Mont pounds on the glass as the propeller reaches full speed.*
J Mont: IT'S MY TITLE! I EARNED IT!
Junko Souma: My title!
*She lowers the lighter, closer to the rag!*
J Mont: Do you know how much this thing costs!? You psycho!
*She looks up at him, tilting her head.*
J Mont: OKAY! OKAY! FINE!
*He holds the title up, pressing it to the window.*
J Mont: I'll defend MY title against you! OCTOBER 27th! NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD! But after that... after I beat you AGAIN... WE'RE DONE!
*He pounds on the glass.*
J Mont: Do you hear me, Junko!? WE ARE DONE!
*Junko smiles... then flicks the lighter, catching the rag on fire! J Mont's eyes widen as he grabs onto the controls in front of him! The helicopter slowly begins to lift off the helipad as Junko walks away from the limousine!*
J Mont: JUNKO! YOU CRAZY BITCH! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS! I'LL GET YOU... AT NIGHT OF THE LIVING --
*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!
THE LIMOUSINE EXPLODES AS J MONT'S HELICOPTER JUST NARROWLY FLIES OUT OF THE BLAST RADIUS!*
Napier: She could've killed him!
Markson: Relax, she knew what she was doing.
Napier: Arson! Attempted murder! That's what she was doing!
Markson: Is this your first day in the wrestling business?
*The camera pans over to reveal Junko standing several yards away from the wreckage. She watches as J Mont's helicopter flies off into the distance, her American championship leaving with him. As the helicopter leaves her sight, the camera slowly zooms in on her face. She narrows her eyes, determined to take back what's hers.*
Markson: What the hell is this?
Napier: The highlight of the show, Markson.
Markson: Haven't we seen enough of this jerk tonight?!
*As the camera continues panning upward, then levels off... we see the gigantic all-American limousine and, more important, the helicopter resting on the rear helipad. J Mont shoulders the American Championship and looks over his shoulder, smiling directly into the camera.*
J Mont: Well, Lexington, it's been a hell of a ride... but this is where I get off.
*J Mont climbs onto the helipad and pulls open the door on the yellow helicopter. Still only clad in his socks, Gucci underwear, and American Championship belt, he climbs inside... before plucking his Snicker bar from the waistband of his brief and beginning to unwrap it.*
J Mont: Almost forgot this... I never fly on an empty stomach.
*He takes a bite of the Snickers bar and slams the chopper door shut.*
Markson: I can't believe he's leaving like this.
Napier: Of course he's leaving! Junko Souma has attacked him THREE TIMES tonight! This is an unsafe working environment! TPW will be lucky if J Mont doesn't SUE them for this treatment!
Markson: He stole her title!
Napier: The title he PINNED HER FOR! CLEAN AS A SHEET!
Markson: That's not what happened at all!
*J Mont turns on the engine and the propeller slowly begins to come to life. J Mont tilts his head back, laughing evilly as the helicopter roars to life... until he sees Junko exit the arena and limp toward the limousine with something in her hand. J Mont's eyes widen, anger washing over him.*
Napier: What's she doing? What's that in her hand!?
Markson: I'm not sure, Napier... but J Mont is not happy to see her again!
*The camera follows Junko, her back bleeding heavily from betting thrown through the window and the vending machine earlier, more scars to add to the collection. She approaches the rear of the limousine and opens the gas cap before... shoving a rag inside! J Mont looks down from the helicopter, pounding on the window.*
J Mont: Hey! HEY! STOP THAT! What the hell are you doing!?
*Junko looks up at him, holding up a lighter.*
Junko Souma: My title! Now!
*J Mont pounds on the glass as the propeller reaches full speed.*
J Mont: IT'S MY TITLE! I EARNED IT!
Junko Souma: My title!
*She lowers the lighter, closer to the rag!*
J Mont: Do you know how much this thing costs!? You psycho!
*She looks up at him, tilting her head.*
J Mont: OKAY! OKAY! FINE!
*He holds the title up, pressing it to the window.*
J Mont: I'll defend MY title against you! OCTOBER 27th! NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD! But after that... after I beat you AGAIN... WE'RE DONE!
*He pounds on the glass.*
J Mont: Do you hear me, Junko!? WE ARE DONE!
*Junko smiles... then flicks the lighter, catching the rag on fire! J Mont's eyes widen as he grabs onto the controls in front of him! The helicopter slowly begins to lift off the helipad as Junko walks away from the limousine!*
J Mont: JUNKO! YOU CRAZY BITCH! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS! I'LL GET YOU... AT NIGHT OF THE LIVING --
*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!
THE LIMOUSINE EXPLODES AS J MONT'S HELICOPTER JUST NARROWLY FLIES OUT OF THE BLAST RADIUS!*
Napier: She could've killed him!
Markson: Relax, she knew what she was doing.
Napier: Arson! Attempted murder! That's what she was doing!
Markson: Is this your first day in the wrestling business?
*The camera pans over to reveal Junko standing several yards away from the wreckage. She watches as J Mont's helicopter flies off into the distance, her American championship leaving with him. As the helicopter leaves her sight, the camera slowly zooms in on her face. She narrows her eyes, determined to take back what's hers.*
