Friday Night Fury 10/13/23 Results
Oct 13, 2023 16:41:26 GMT -5
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Post by Greg T.O.M on Oct 13, 2023 16:41:26 GMT -5
*The Friday Night Fury logo fades to a clip from the last Friday Night Fury. The shot reveals the man formerly known as “Greg The Handyman” with the mic at the top of the entrance way with a microphone. *
Greg The Handyman: I know this comes as a shock to everyone, but, I AM THE NEW OWNER OF THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!
*The crowd gives a big pop, while everyone in the ring seems confused. *
Greg The Handyman: See, when I got stuck in the 80’s after RetroMania, I used my knowledge of the future to amass a sizeable profit by sports betting and buying stock in companies like Apple, Microsoft, and Amazon. I amassed a fortune beyond what I would have earned in twenty lifetimes before I got stuck in the 80’s. I bought TPW as soon as it became available, bought a Dalorian and the services of a few mad scientists, and told them what I had learned before and came back. Now, I'm back and I'm in charge.
BUT, with my massive portfolio, I have to manage, and the fact that after working so hard so many years, I don’t feel like coming into an office every day. So, that means I need someone to run this place. Terry, you did a great job in the past and really established Thunder Pro with a great foundation. Alexander, you’re a slimy p.o.s, but a great businessman who has grown TPW tremendously. And, since this is professional wrestling, there is really only one way to determine who runs TPW for me.
At Night Of The Living Dead, it will be The Cabal against Marshall’s Maniacs in… A STEEL ASYLUM WAR GAMES MATCH!!! The winning team gets control of TPW.
*The shot fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
Greg The Handyman: I know this comes as a shock to everyone, but, I AM THE NEW OWNER OF THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!
*The crowd gives a big pop, while everyone in the ring seems confused. *
Greg The Handyman: See, when I got stuck in the 80’s after RetroMania, I used my knowledge of the future to amass a sizeable profit by sports betting and buying stock in companies like Apple, Microsoft, and Amazon. I amassed a fortune beyond what I would have earned in twenty lifetimes before I got stuck in the 80’s. I bought TPW as soon as it became available, bought a Dalorian and the services of a few mad scientists, and told them what I had learned before and came back. Now, I'm back and I'm in charge.
BUT, with my massive portfolio, I have to manage, and the fact that after working so hard so many years, I don’t feel like coming into an office every day. So, that means I need someone to run this place. Terry, you did a great job in the past and really established Thunder Pro with a great foundation. Alexander, you’re a slimy p.o.s, but a great businessman who has grown TPW tremendously. And, since this is professional wrestling, there is really only one way to determine who runs TPW for me.
At Night Of The Living Dead, it will be The Cabal against Marshall’s Maniacs in… A STEEL ASYLUM WAR GAMES MATCH!!! The winning team gets control of TPW.
*The shot fades to the opening video for Friday Night Fury. *
*The video fades to a live shot of the sold-out Nationwide Arena crowd of over 19,000. Blue and yellow pyro shoot across the top of the arena. The camera begins to pan around the crowd and focus on individual signs. *
“GREG, THE OWNER MAN”
“THE CORRUPTED WANT TO PARTY BRO”
“PAN, SO HIGH, HE’LL NEVER LAND”
“MALVADOS FEAR S&M”
“FLOWERS FOR MALONEY”
“CA$HE WILL RULE YOU”
“MICKEY FOR PARTY BROS”
“CABAL 4 LIFE”
*The camera pans to the commentary table where we see Nick Napier and Mark Markson at the commentary table looking excited for the night's Fury. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE! Welcome to Friday Night Fury, live from the site of our FIRST-EVER TPW pay-per-view Winter Wrestleland. Tonight we have a great show for you.
Napier: That’s right and I’ve heard that tonight the winner of the six-man tag will secure the advantage for their team at Night of the Living Dead. Which means, that The Cabal will have the advantage at Night of the Living Dead.
Markson: Well, we have to actually have the main event to confirm that Nick.
Napier: Oh please. Peter Vaughn became the first-ever International Champion in this building, and he isn’t going to let his second appearance in this arena be a loss.
Markson: Well, that is to be determined, but what we do know is that tonight is a huge night. As I mentioned earlier the winning team of tonight's main event, six-person tag will have the man advantage going into War Games, which can be a huge advantage.
Napier: Mark, I'm very happy to cut you off. I'm getting word we have something going on outside, let's go to that.
*The shot cuts to the parking lot.
The roar of the live crowd can be heard from outside.
Illuminated by street lamps and neon lights from the Nationwide Arena, a humble white rental car drifts to a stop in a space near the rear exit. The live crowd begins buzzing with anticipation, wondering who this could possibly be as the camera settles and dwells on the vehicle, quietly building excitement with every passing second.*
Napier: Hey, would ya' look at this? Starting off the show with a bang. Who could this be?
Markson: I... I'm not sure. Looking at the format sheet, it looks like we were originally starting off the show with J Mont but --
Napier: Are you serious?! Don't you dare insinuate that J Mont would be caught dead driving a beater like this! J Mont only travels in style... you saw what he showed up in last time, Markson... a one hundred foot stretch limousine!
Markson: I wasn't --
Napier: AND HE LEFT IN A FREAKIN' HELICOPTER!
Markson: I'm trying to agree with you!
Napier: Oh... well, don't! It's weird.
*As the camera slowly zooms in on the rental car, the driver switches off the ignition and the driver's side door clicks open. It swings outward and Junko Souma steps out, eyes directed at the arena. Wearing a black t-shirt and track pants, she rounds the front of the car as the live crowd cheers and begins chanting her name.*
Markson: IT'S J --
Napier: -- just Junko. Who cares?
*As she approaches the arena, the camera swivels and follows behind her, giving us a glimpse over her shoulder of what's awaiting her in front of the rear entrance... no less than eight of Columbus, Ohio's finest, and standing between them, clad in black tactical pants and a bulletproof vest --*
Napier: IT'S J MONNNNNNNNNNNNNT!
Markson: What... What is he doing!? What is he WEARING for that matter!?
*The Thunder Pro Wrestling American Championship is resting on his shoulder, center plate glistening under the street lamps. Junko only gets within a few yards of the entrance before two of the police officers step forward, hands on their sidearms. The live crowd begins to boo as they clue in to what's happening. Smirking, J Mont steps up and stands between the two officers, folding his arms across his chest. Junko looks up at him, sneering.*
J Mont: I'm gonna have to ask you to stop... right... there. And that is an ORDER!
*Her eyes fall on the championship resting on his shoulder... before she directs them upward and meets his gaze. J Mont shakes his head, disgusted with the very sight of her.*
J Mont: See, after that little stunt you pulled two weeks ago... where you destroyed my property and HUMILIATED ME by tearing my brand new suit to pieces, which I may add cost me almost a million dollars in diamonds that were left all over the arena. And then that allows those scum sucking dogs in the crowd to see me in my most vulnerable form... I'm afraid I just don't feel safe sharing a locker room with you. You are truly a piece of Poop Junko.
*Junko's eyes narrow, not believing this.*
J Mont: So, I went and had a word with Alexander Marshall and we've decided it's best for business if you sit this episode of Fury out... but don't worry, the match is still on. I'm a man of my word... I told you I'm gonna destroy you... and retain MY championship...Yes, you heard that right. MY CHAMPIONSHIP, you bitch!
*He smiles ear to ear.*
J Mont: And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
*He waves her off with the flick of his wrist.*
J Mont: Now, if you don't mind... these fans paid to see a real star tonight... a real CHAMPION... so why don't you go and do them a favor --
*His eyes widen and he becomes red in the face, shouting.*
J Mont: AND GET THE F[BLEEP] OUT OF HERE!
*Junko simply glares up at him, not saying a word. J Mont chuckles and raises his hand, snapping his fingers and gaining the attention of the eight police officers.*
J Mont: Alright, boys... that oughta do it. Let's head inside --
*He looks over his shoulder, highly amused with himself.*
J Mont: -- and if this one tries to break in, don't hesitate to shoot to kill. And if you cannot get the job done, I will because I have the best aim and 20/20 vision. Oh yeah, my aim is on point too, in and out of the bedroom 🙂
*J Mont turns around and begins to walk toward the arena... only for the six officers behind him to block his path. J Mont looks confused. The other two officers stand at his side, stern looks on their faces.*
J Mont: What the hell is going on here?
Officer: Orders, sir.
J Mont: Orders?! From who!?
Officer: Alexander Marshall... after causing over one hundred thousand dollars worth of damage two weeks ago, he doesn't want either one of you within a mile of the arena before your upcoming match!
*The fans cheer loudly as J Mont lashes out, running his hands over his head and nearly clawing his face as he runs his fingers across his features.*
J Mont: Are you SERIOUS!?
Officer: As a heart attack. Please vacate the property.
*Junko laughs, covering her mouth in an effort to stifle it. J Mont is seething. He lowers his hands, holding the American championship at his side. The live crowd is buzzing with excitement, wondering what happens next. J Mont nods, speaking out loud... assuring himself.*
J Mont: This... this is fine.
*He takes a deep breath.*
J Mont: This... is okay.
*He raises one finger.*
J Mont: Just one thing... before I go.
Officer: Make it quick.
*J Mont turns and looks directly into the camera.*
J Mont: F[bleep] the police.
*JKO OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd is so confused by what just happened that they begin wildly cheering! J Mont rises and immediately boots a second police officer in the guts before turning and clocking another with a big right hand!*
Markson: What the hell is J Mont doing!?
Napier: He's takin' it to the man!
Markson: Be serious! This is real life! He's going to jail!
*Another officer strikes J Mont in the back with a nightstick but J Mont no-sells it and blacks his eye out with a back elbow strike, sending him down to one knee before booting him in the face! A fifth officer unholsters his taser but J Mont swats it out of his hand and delivers ANOTHER JKO on the pavement! He rolls back to his feet, only three officers left standing... AND JUNKO LEAPS ONTO HIS BACK!*
Markson: Junko is trying to stop him from making the worst mistake of his life! There's no way he walks away from this!
Napier: He'll be fine! He has money! He can afford great lawyers! The best! This is clearly a case of self defense!
Markson: This is live television! The whole world saw him assault no less than five police officers without provocation!
Napier: This is 2023, you moron! The media loves famous people with tons of money... More importantly, they hate the police!
Markson: I, uh... you actually have a point.
*J Mont ragdolls Junko around on his back, flailing about before flinging her over his shoulder and into the sixth officer! The officer goes down in a heap and Junko rolls into a kneeling position, ready to strike again before... the seventh officer hits her in the back with a nightstick! Junko is sent sprawling forward before scrambling back to her feet! She shuts one eye tight, grimacing with pain as she locks eyes with the advancing police officer!*
Markson: She was trying to help!
Napier: I told you! It's 2023! Cops are irresponsible and violent beyond reason -- except for this one! GET HER, JOHNNY LAW!
*The officer lunges at her with the night stick! She ducks his swing and catches him on the turnaround with a SUPERKICK! The officer goes down and the blowback from the kick sends her staggering out toward a nearby police car! She catches herself on the hood with both hands, stopping herself just in time for... J MONT TO COME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A JKO ACROSS THE HOOD OF THE CAR!
*There's loud cheers at the sheer chaos of what's going on with a smattering of boos. J Mont lands on his feet on the other side of the car and grabs Junko by the hair, dragging her off the vehicle and onto the pavement before guiding her on all fours toward the rear driver's side door. He slings it open and shoves her inside before slamming the door shut behind her!*
Markson: Wait, what is he doing?!
Napier: He's taking' her downtown!
Markson: He's not... he's not gonna --
*Smiling, J Mont throws the American Championship into the passenger's seat and climbs behind the wheel, turning the key. The police cruiser comes to life. J Mont smiles and pulls the door shut as Junko stirs behind the cage separating the front and back seats.*
Markson: GRAND THEFT AUTO!?
Napier: The man is a genius!
*J Mont flicks on the lights and sirens.*
J Mont: Hey, Junko. You didn't think we were gonna ride outta here without the sirens, did ya'? F[bleep], this is awesome. I can do whatever I want!
*He pushes the pedal to the metal, revving the engine loudly.*
J Mont: I CAN DO WHATEVER THE F[BLEEP] I WANT!
*J Mont peels out and drives the police cruiser out of the parking lot, away from the Nationwide Arena. Within the seconds, the tail lights disappear in the distance as the fans go wild.*
Markson: They're not walking away from this, Napier.
Napier: THEY aren't. J Mont has money. He can afford lawyers. Look at Junko, she doesn't look like she can afford a fresh pair of underwear! She's going away for the long haul. Alexander Marshall might want to look for a replacement opponent for J Mont because assaulting that police officer was the WORST MISTAKE OF HER LIFE!
Markson: Do you think if Veronica Cain cashed in her briefcase for the American championship at this point, that they might just give it to her? I mean, realistically, there's no way either of these two are out of jail by Night of the Living Dead.
Napier: Realistically? J Mont spits in the face of “realistically.”
*The camera slowly pans around to reveal the last police officer left standing. Looking on in horror at his fallen comrades, he reaches up and presses the button on his walkie.*
Officer #2: Officers down... I repeat, officers down! Requesting back-up!
*The shot fades from the officer to a commercial break.*
*The scene transitions to the ring where Steve Cotton is stood. The lights dim somewhat as Industry Baby” by Lil Nas X begins to play over the speakers. Cole “The Dude” Dominguez and “Smooth” Sammy G enter the arena. Both men are full of energy, dancing to the ring, and attempting to high-five the fans on the way to the ring. Both men enter the ring as Steve Cotton begins his introduction.*
STEVE COTTON: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest of Friday Night Fury is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 449 lbs, they are… “Smooth” Sammy G…Cole “The Dude'' Dominguez…THE PARTY BROOOS!
*The Party Bros strike their pose, while the music continues to play.*
MARKSON: The Party Bros look ready to light up the dance floor, but I’m worried they aren’t fully ready for what they have ahead of them, because they’re about to face one of the most devastating duos in TPW…The Corrupted.
NAPIER: I know they’re not ready, look at them, dancing all the way to the grave…Moore and Cain are about to eat these guys for lunch!
*The commentary fades out as the opening riffs to “Out of My Way” by Seether begins to blast through the speakers. The arena fills with thick smoke with strobing red and blue lights. As the opening lyrics kick in, Xia Layne, Elijah Cain, and Atlas Moore blast through the curtain. They glare at the ring for a few moments before marching towards it. The Party Bros can be seen bailing from the ring as The Corrupted enter the ring. As the trio enter the ring, Xia drops to her knees and screams, leaving the duo to pose, turning the red and blue lights into a dark, blood red spotlight on the trio.*
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, accompanied by Xia Layne, at a total combined weight of 505 lbs, Elijah Cain…Atlas Moore…they are THEEE CORRUUUUUPTED!
*The music fades out as Moore and Cain remove their entrance jackets and masks. The bell rings and the match begins with Moore and Sammy D starting off the proceedings. Both men lock up and, almost instantly, Moore backs Sammy into the corner. As the referee attempts to get Atlas to release, Moore delivers a straight punch to the face of his opponent. Sammy staggers out of the corner, attempting to create distance, only to be met by a lariat from Elijah Cain on the apron.*
MARKSON: What a shot from Moore, followed up by a nasty Lariat from Cain. This might not be a long one folks.
NAPIER: You’ve got that right, these guys are looking to get in, get out, get paid. Unfortunately for the Party Bros, all that will come with a beating for them!
*Moore grabs Sammy D and begins to pick “Smooth” up, only to be met with a European Uppercut. Moore staggers but, before Sammy can make the tag, grabs Sammy into a waistlock and sends him flying backwards with a release German Suplex. This launches Sammy into the corner of The Corrupted. Dominguez quickly enters the ring illegally to deliver a double-handed club to the back of Moore.*
NAPIER: Dominguez just entered the ring illegally, Markson, that should be grounds for a DQ!
*Moore turns around and just lays out Dominguez with a disgusting lariat.*
NAPIER: Nevermind, I think he learned his lesson.
*Cain enters the ring, looking at both men on the ground and begins to size-up Dominguez, who is slowly attempting to get to his feet. Once “The Dude” does so, he is met with Lockjaw (Cain’s spinning back fist) that sends Dominguez out of the ring.*
MARKSON: This one might already be over with because it seems like The Corrupted are looking to put down Sammy D.
*Moore picks up the Sammy D, shoving him into a forearm to the back of the head by Elijah Cain, followed by a pump kick by Moore, and finally a Lockjaw to the back of the head again from Cain*
NAPIER: Combo! Sammy D getting tossed around like a pinball at the arcade, but this isn’t a game!
MARKSON: It seems like it might be for the Corrupted.
*Moore grabs onto Sammy D in a suplex position. Atlas then lifts Sammy D’s legs onto Cain’s shoulders. The duo takes a moment then Cain launches Sammy’s legs into the air while Moore drives Sammy’s face into his knee!*
MARKSON: Brainwashed connects, and it looks like The Corrupted could be heading to the pay wind—oh!
*Suddenly, Dominguez is back with a low dropkick to the back of Moore, only to be met with a disgusting Head Shot from Cain before “The Dude” can get back to his feet. The Corrupted look at both men and look to set up for their individual finishers.*
MARKSON: And we’re right back to where we started, with The Party Bros getting whooped!
*Moore picks up Sammy D, draping “Smooth’s body over Atlas’s shoulder. Meanwhile, Cain pulls up Dominguez into a headlock. Each member counts down from three and deliver their move, driving Sammy down with the Moore-phine (Gonzo Bomb) and Dominguez with the Reno Spike (Headlock Driver). Both members cover their respective opponents.*
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STEVE COTTON: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest of Friday Night Fury is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 449 lbs, they are… “Smooth” Sammy G…Cole “The Dude'' Dominguez…THE PARTY BROOOS!
*The Party Bros strike their pose, while the music continues to play.*
MARKSON: The Party Bros look ready to light up the dance floor, but I’m worried they aren’t fully ready for what they have ahead of them, because they’re about to face one of the most devastating duos in TPW…The Corrupted.
NAPIER: I know they’re not ready, look at them, dancing all the way to the grave…Moore and Cain are about to eat these guys for lunch!
*The commentary fades out as the opening riffs to “Out of My Way” by Seether begins to blast through the speakers. The arena fills with thick smoke with strobing red and blue lights. As the opening lyrics kick in, Xia Layne, Elijah Cain, and Atlas Moore blast through the curtain. They glare at the ring for a few moments before marching towards it. The Party Bros can be seen bailing from the ring as The Corrupted enter the ring. As the trio enter the ring, Xia drops to her knees and screams, leaving the duo to pose, turning the red and blue lights into a dark, blood red spotlight on the trio.*
Steve Cotton: And their opponents, accompanied by Xia Layne, at a total combined weight of 505 lbs, Elijah Cain…Atlas Moore…they are THEEE CORRUUUUUPTED!
*The music fades out as Moore and Cain remove their entrance jackets and masks. The bell rings and the match begins with Moore and Sammy D starting off the proceedings. Both men lock up and, almost instantly, Moore backs Sammy into the corner. As the referee attempts to get Atlas to release, Moore delivers a straight punch to the face of his opponent. Sammy staggers out of the corner, attempting to create distance, only to be met by a lariat from Elijah Cain on the apron.*
MARKSON: What a shot from Moore, followed up by a nasty Lariat from Cain. This might not be a long one folks.
NAPIER: You’ve got that right, these guys are looking to get in, get out, get paid. Unfortunately for the Party Bros, all that will come with a beating for them!
*Moore grabs Sammy D and begins to pick “Smooth” up, only to be met with a European Uppercut. Moore staggers but, before Sammy can make the tag, grabs Sammy into a waistlock and sends him flying backwards with a release German Suplex. This launches Sammy into the corner of The Corrupted. Dominguez quickly enters the ring illegally to deliver a double-handed club to the back of Moore.*
NAPIER: Dominguez just entered the ring illegally, Markson, that should be grounds for a DQ!
*Moore turns around and just lays out Dominguez with a disgusting lariat.*
NAPIER: Nevermind, I think he learned his lesson.
*Cain enters the ring, looking at both men on the ground and begins to size-up Dominguez, who is slowly attempting to get to his feet. Once “The Dude” does so, he is met with Lockjaw (Cain’s spinning back fist) that sends Dominguez out of the ring.*
MARKSON: This one might already be over with because it seems like The Corrupted are looking to put down Sammy D.
*Moore picks up the Sammy D, shoving him into a forearm to the back of the head by Elijah Cain, followed by a pump kick by Moore, and finally a Lockjaw to the back of the head again from Cain*
NAPIER: Combo! Sammy D getting tossed around like a pinball at the arcade, but this isn’t a game!
MARKSON: It seems like it might be for the Corrupted.
*Moore grabs onto Sammy D in a suplex position. Atlas then lifts Sammy D’s legs onto Cain’s shoulders. The duo takes a moment then Cain launches Sammy’s legs into the air while Moore drives Sammy’s face into his knee!*
MARKSON: Brainwashed connects, and it looks like The Corrupted could be heading to the pay wind—oh!
*Suddenly, Dominguez is back with a low dropkick to the back of Moore, only to be met with a disgusting Head Shot from Cain before “The Dude” can get back to his feet. The Corrupted look at both men and look to set up for their individual finishers.*
MARKSON: And we’re right back to where we started, with The Party Bros getting whooped!
*Moore picks up Sammy D, draping “Smooth’s body over Atlas’s shoulder. Meanwhile, Cain pulls up Dominguez into a headlock. Each member counts down from three and deliver their move, driving Sammy down with the Moore-phine (Gonzo Bomb) and Dominguez with the Reno Spike (Headlock Driver). Both members cover their respective opponents.*
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MARKSON: Dueling finishers for the win and The Corrupted are headed to the pay-window!
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners, THE COOOOORRRRUPTED!
*Cain and Moore exit the ring, leaving their opponents lying in the ring. The camera fades as the winners exit the curtain followed by Xia Layne. As they move through the curtain the scene fades *
*As the scene slowly comes into focus, the camera captures Superunknown standing idly backstage. Jeremy The Wicked walks up behind him. Superunknown detects Jeremy’s presence and he slowly turns around to face him, raising an eyebrow behind his mask as he greets him. *
Superunknown: Jeremy…
JTW: Supes…
Superunknown:
Have you thought about my offer?
The Shadow: I don’t think we can trust him.
Superunknown: Perhaps, you can’t really trust anyone in this business, but there are many others you should trust far less than I.
JTW: Wait… you heard that?
Superunknown: You mean you doing the Tony voice from the Shining? Yeah, I can hear that. You're more of a loose cannon than I took you for if you think that's in your head. I wonder though, why you don't do the finger thing to go along with the gimmick. Stylistic choice?
JTW: Supes…
Superunknown:
Have you thought about my offer?
The Shadow: I don’t think we can trust him.
Superunknown: Perhaps, you can’t really trust anyone in this business, but there are many others you should trust far less than I.
JTW: Wait… you heard that?
Superunknown: You mean you doing the Tony voice from the Shining? Yeah, I can hear that. You're more of a loose cannon than I took you for if you think that's in your head. I wonder though, why you don't do the finger thing to go along with the gimmick. Stylistic choice?
*Jeremy scowls. *
Superunknown: Forget it… Anyway, how about Rogues’ Gallery. It plays to both of our often misunderstood natures and references my roguish good looks.
*Jeremy shakes his head, unamused.*
Superunknown: So you're saying you don't like it?
JTW: I didn't say that.
The Shadow: It was implied.
JTW: Shut up.
Superunknown: Huh?
JTW: Not you, I was talking to him.
Superunknown: Oh… The Tony guy?
JTW: No, not Tony. The Shadow.
Superunknown: Whatever, kid. So you're in?
JTW: Yeah… I'm in.
*Superunknown crosses his arms over his chest and turns to face the camera. *
Superunknown: Excellent! MUHAHAHAHA!
JTW: What the hell was that?
*Superunknown uncrosses his arms and looks back at Jeremy, confused. *
Superunknown: I thought we were doing characters. You were doing the Tony thing, even though I thought it was missing the finger to really sell it, but still… I figured I could do something too.
JTW: Was… that… a… Shao Khan impression?
Superunknown: You know your 90s video games.
JTW: The 90s are kind of my thing.
Superunknown:
Yeah, right, me too…
JTW: The Shadow isn't just a character though, it's like a part of me but separate. It's as if my rage has a personality. Whenever the Shadow takes over, it's like I'm a passenger in my own body. Like I just lose it and then he takes over, but most of the time he's kind of just hanging out in the background. You know what I mean?
Superunknown: Yeah… uh… of course, man.
The Shadow: He doesn't get it.
JTW: You don't get it, do you?
Superunknown: I think so… he is like your Tyler Durden and you are like the Edward Norton character in Fight Club.
*Jeremy shrugs. *
JTW: I guess…
Superunknown: Look man, I know this. You’re a crazy bastard and so am I. So I think we’re going to make an incredible team.
JTW: I think you’re right.
Superunknown: I know I am.
*Superunknown chuckles as the scene fades out to a commercial break. *
Superunknown: Forget it… Anyway, how about Rogues’ Gallery. It plays to both of our often misunderstood natures and references my roguish good looks.
*Jeremy shakes his head, unamused.*
Superunknown: So you're saying you don't like it?
JTW: I didn't say that.
The Shadow: It was implied.
JTW: Shut up.
Superunknown: Huh?
JTW: Not you, I was talking to him.
Superunknown: Oh… The Tony guy?
JTW: No, not Tony. The Shadow.
Superunknown: Whatever, kid. So you're in?
JTW: Yeah… I'm in.
*Superunknown crosses his arms over his chest and turns to face the camera. *
Superunknown: Excellent! MUHAHAHAHA!
JTW: What the hell was that?
*Superunknown uncrosses his arms and looks back at Jeremy, confused. *
Superunknown: I thought we were doing characters. You were doing the Tony thing, even though I thought it was missing the finger to really sell it, but still… I figured I could do something too.
JTW: Was… that… a… Shao Khan impression?
Superunknown: You know your 90s video games.
JTW: The 90s are kind of my thing.
Superunknown:
Yeah, right, me too…
JTW: The Shadow isn't just a character though, it's like a part of me but separate. It's as if my rage has a personality. Whenever the Shadow takes over, it's like I'm a passenger in my own body. Like I just lose it and then he takes over, but most of the time he's kind of just hanging out in the background. You know what I mean?
Superunknown: Yeah… uh… of course, man.
The Shadow: He doesn't get it.
JTW: You don't get it, do you?
Superunknown: I think so… he is like your Tyler Durden and you are like the Edward Norton character in Fight Club.
*Jeremy shrugs. *
JTW: I guess…
Superunknown: Look man, I know this. You’re a crazy bastard and so am I. So I think we’re going to make an incredible team.
JTW: I think you’re right.
Superunknown: I know I am.
*Superunknown chuckles as the scene fades out to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns to the packed house at Nationwide Arena who is jacked for the next bit of action, when "Tell Ya Like This" begins playing. Red and green hues take over the arena as Katelynn Kraig walks out in a hurry. *
Steven Cotton: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Dallas, TX, she is the La Loba Loca, Katelynn Kraig!
*Kraig dances a bit before sprinting to the ring. She slides in and uses the ropes to stand. She smirks as the music fades, soon replaced with “Nature Boy” by David Bowie and Massive Attack.
The ramp starts to fill with an eerie green smoke as newcomer Pan appears at the top. The crowd is also cast in eerie green lighting that seems to pulse in rhythm with the music. On the main screen is just a series of haunting close ups of children’s faces that periodically “skip tape”, also in tune with the song. Pan runs to the ring, his long jacket flapping behind him, before he slides under the bottom rope. Seemingly lost in his own world, he gets up and quietly walks to his corner. *
Steven Cotton: And he opponent, all the way from Neverland…it’s Pan!
Markson: Kraig made her debut last week in a losing effort against Superunknown, and now she faces off with newcomer Pan. I think it’s safe to say that she has been given a pair of rather unorthodox opponents thus far.
Napier: A bunch of freaks, I think you mean. But Kraig showed heart and grit last week. Plus she isn’t fighting someone twice her size, so that will help too.
*The two opponents glare at each other across the ring as the referee calls for the bell. They both stalk out of their corner, pacing around each other, sizing her each other up. Kraig is the first to go for a strike, approaching with a punch which Pan easily side-steps. The two square up again, leading to pan to attempt a chop which is blocked by Kraig. He counters that by attempting a crescent kick which Kraig catches, followed by snap enziguri that finally connects, causing her to stumble back. Pan attempts to follow up with another swift kick, but Kraig ducks under it, squaring up behind Pan and tossing him across the ring with ease with a huge German suplex! Pan lands with a thud, but appears to roll with the landing and roll to his corner. He holds the back of his head, but breaks into a wide, mischievous grin. *
Markson: There is some power from Kraig that we haven’t seen before! Certainly not against Superunknown.
Napier: But I think Pan likes it! He is a freak!
*Pan indeed seems to be excited by the sudden hit, and quickly advances on Kraig. The pair tie up, which Kraig eventually gets the better of and whips Pan across the ropes. But Pan counters by springboarding of the middle rope, catching Kraig off guard and planting her with a swift DDT. He celebrates by hopping to his feet, and performing a perfect standing moonsault. He covers for… *
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2
Kickout!
Markson: We certainly are looking at two evenly matched fighters, but Pan almost pulled out an early one there.
Napier: It’s gonna need more than good hair and big flips to get a win here at Thunder, Markson, and Pan is learning that the hard way.
Markson: Do I detect some jealousy in how you talk about Pan?
Napier: What do you mean? I could do a flip like that.
Markson: I was thinking more about his hair.
Napier: How dare you…
*Pan nods and stands, starting to lift Kraig up, but she catches him off guard by rolling him into a quick small package. Pan is able to kick out barely after one, but in scrambling to his feet, Kraig catches him, tossing him down in a crushing belly-to-belly suplex. The air knocked out of him, Pan seems to writhe on the mat. Kraig lays down for the cover.
1…
2…
Kick out from Pan, who seems to have recovereed from the initial shock. Kraig drags him to his feet and cradles his head. She lifts him up for a vertical suplex, holding the position for a moment before dropping him with a loud thud. Pan grabs at his back, but Kraig gives him no solace, stalking forward, grabbing both of his legs, seeming to be setting him up for the Loba Lock! But Pan has enough ring awareness to scramble away, grabbing at the bottom rope, causing the referee to give him some separation. Kraig argues with the referee as he recovers on the outside ring apron, squatting down to then springboard off of the top rope, catching Kraig square in the face with a dropkick over the head of the referee!
Markson: Picture-perfect aim from Pan there, as he nails Kraig but barely misses Mullet Matthews!
Napier: He’s liable to pick up a fine if he misses on that one.
*Pan doesn’t waste any time as he seemingly in one fluid motion runs towards the turnbuckle and jumps onto the top rope, facing the audience with his arms outstretched. *
Markson: He’s going flyin’!
*And indeed he is, as Pan jumps off the top rope, twisting perfectly in the air before landing the Kind Im Herzen squarely. The rest is academic. *
1…
2…
3!
Steve Cotton: Your winner, by pinfall, Pan!
Markson: A huge debut from the newcomer, and I think it’s safe to say, there is no one quite like Pan here at Thunder Pro Wrestling!
Napier: I don’t think there’s anyone quite like him anywhere else in the world. I don’t care for the theatrics, but you can’t argue with the results.
*Kraig dances a bit before sprinting to the ring. She slides in and uses the ropes to stand. She smirks as the music fades, soon replaced with “Nature Boy” by David Bowie and Massive Attack.
The ramp starts to fill with an eerie green smoke as newcomer Pan appears at the top. The crowd is also cast in eerie green lighting that seems to pulse in rhythm with the music. On the main screen is just a series of haunting close ups of children’s faces that periodically “skip tape”, also in tune with the song. Pan runs to the ring, his long jacket flapping behind him, before he slides under the bottom rope. Seemingly lost in his own world, he gets up and quietly walks to his corner. *
Steven Cotton: And he opponent, all the way from Neverland…it’s Pan!
Markson: Kraig made her debut last week in a losing effort against Superunknown, and now she faces off with newcomer Pan. I think it’s safe to say that she has been given a pair of rather unorthodox opponents thus far.
Napier: A bunch of freaks, I think you mean. But Kraig showed heart and grit last week. Plus she isn’t fighting someone twice her size, so that will help too.
*The two opponents glare at each other across the ring as the referee calls for the bell. They both stalk out of their corner, pacing around each other, sizing her each other up. Kraig is the first to go for a strike, approaching with a punch which Pan easily side-steps. The two square up again, leading to pan to attempt a chop which is blocked by Kraig. He counters that by attempting a crescent kick which Kraig catches, followed by snap enziguri that finally connects, causing her to stumble back. Pan attempts to follow up with another swift kick, but Kraig ducks under it, squaring up behind Pan and tossing him across the ring with ease with a huge German suplex! Pan lands with a thud, but appears to roll with the landing and roll to his corner. He holds the back of his head, but breaks into a wide, mischievous grin. *
Markson: There is some power from Kraig that we haven’t seen before! Certainly not against Superunknown.
Napier: But I think Pan likes it! He is a freak!
*Pan indeed seems to be excited by the sudden hit, and quickly advances on Kraig. The pair tie up, which Kraig eventually gets the better of and whips Pan across the ropes. But Pan counters by springboarding of the middle rope, catching Kraig off guard and planting her with a swift DDT. He celebrates by hopping to his feet, and performing a perfect standing moonsault. He covers for… *
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Kickout!
Markson: We certainly are looking at two evenly matched fighters, but Pan almost pulled out an early one there.
Napier: It’s gonna need more than good hair and big flips to get a win here at Thunder, Markson, and Pan is learning that the hard way.
Markson: Do I detect some jealousy in how you talk about Pan?
Napier: What do you mean? I could do a flip like that.
Markson: I was thinking more about his hair.
Napier: How dare you…
*Pan nods and stands, starting to lift Kraig up, but she catches him off guard by rolling him into a quick small package. Pan is able to kick out barely after one, but in scrambling to his feet, Kraig catches him, tossing him down in a crushing belly-to-belly suplex. The air knocked out of him, Pan seems to writhe on the mat. Kraig lays down for the cover.
1…
2…
Kick out from Pan, who seems to have recovereed from the initial shock. Kraig drags him to his feet and cradles his head. She lifts him up for a vertical suplex, holding the position for a moment before dropping him with a loud thud. Pan grabs at his back, but Kraig gives him no solace, stalking forward, grabbing both of his legs, seeming to be setting him up for the Loba Lock! But Pan has enough ring awareness to scramble away, grabbing at the bottom rope, causing the referee to give him some separation. Kraig argues with the referee as he recovers on the outside ring apron, squatting down to then springboard off of the top rope, catching Kraig square in the face with a dropkick over the head of the referee!
Markson: Picture-perfect aim from Pan there, as he nails Kraig but barely misses Mullet Matthews!
Napier: He’s liable to pick up a fine if he misses on that one.
*Pan doesn’t waste any time as he seemingly in one fluid motion runs towards the turnbuckle and jumps onto the top rope, facing the audience with his arms outstretched. *
Markson: He’s going flyin’!
*And indeed he is, as Pan jumps off the top rope, twisting perfectly in the air before landing the Kind Im Herzen squarely. The rest is academic. *
1…
2…
3!
Steve Cotton: Your winner, by pinfall, Pan!
Markson: A huge debut from the newcomer, and I think it’s safe to say, there is no one quite like Pan here at Thunder Pro Wrestling!
Napier: I don’t think there’s anyone quite like him anywhere else in the world. I don’t care for the theatrics, but you can’t argue with the results.
*The camera cuts from the exhilarating double debut match to a dimly lit wrestling gym. Alister McKissick stands alone in the center of the ring, his silhouette contrasting with the spotless canvas beneath his boots. His gaze is locked on the mat, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions racing through his mind. *
Alister (whispering to himself): Debut... it was supposed to be my moment. The beginning of my journey in Thunder Pro Wrestling. And yet, it slipped through my fingers, like sand through an hourglass.
*The gym's echo intensifies as Alister steps forward, circling an imaginary opponent. He launches himself into a series of sharp technical drills, executing intricate holds and transitions. *
Alister (internally): I could've won that match. I should've won it. Every twist, every turn, every strike—those are the tools I've honed. I've dedicated my life to this craft. So why did I fall short?
*He transitions seamlessly into a set of high-impact moves, delivering suplexes and powerbombs to an invisible adversary. *
Alister (whispering to himself): The crowd, their energy—it was like an electric current coursing through me. And yet, Mickey Killz... he seized that moment, he used it to his advantage. He's a talented wrestler, no doubt.
*Alister's face reflects the physical exertion and emotional turmoil as he leaps to the top rope, rehearsing high-flying maneuvers.*
Alister (internally): But I won't let this defeat define me. Losses are stepping stones, lessons to be learned. I'll analyze every move, every misstep, and I'll come back stronger.
*With determined vigor, he transitions into fierce strikes and kicks, releasing pent-up frustration on his imaginary opponent. *
Alister (whispering to himself): This is my passion, my purpose. Wrestling isn't just about winning; it's about pushing your limits, discovering your potential, and inspiring others along the way.
*Alister continues to demonstrate his technical prowess, locking in submissions with precision.*
Alister (internally): This is my journey, and it's far from over. The road to success is paved with obstacles, but I'll overcome them. I'll rise from this loss, not as a defeated soul but as a wrestler with unwavering determination.
*He concludes his drills with a signature move, the Highland Kick, with electrifying speed and precision.*
Alister (whispering to himself): Hope, inspiration, and resilience—that's what I'll bring to every match. This is just the beginning, and I promise, Loch Oich, I'll make you proud.
*With a final leap, he executes a picture-perfect moonsault, landing gracefully on the mat. The gym's echoes slowly fade away, leaving Alister in the stillness of the moment. His heart pounds with newfound resolve, ready to embrace the path ahead. *
Alister: I may have lost my debut, my first dance in the TPW spotlight, but trust me when I say, this is just the overture of my symphony. Thunder Pro Wrestling, fans around the world, and my hometown of Loch Oich—brace yourselves, because Alister McKissick is about to embark on a journey like no other.
*With a grin of humility and determination, he surveys the gym, drawing inspiration from its silent walls. *
Alister: Each challenge, each opponent, they're a chance for me to grow and evolve. And with your unwavering support, I'll rise, stumble, and rise again. Together, we'll create moments that'll live forever.
*With a final salute to the imaginary crowd, he stands tall, the embodiment of hope and determination.*
Alister: So, remember this face, remember this name, for it's the symbol of relentless spirit and a promise fulfilled. Alister McKissick is here to stay, and together, we'll script a story of triumph and inspiration. Thunder Pro Wrestling, I'm just getting started!
Alister (whispering to himself): Debut... it was supposed to be my moment. The beginning of my journey in Thunder Pro Wrestling. And yet, it slipped through my fingers, like sand through an hourglass.
*The gym's echo intensifies as Alister steps forward, circling an imaginary opponent. He launches himself into a series of sharp technical drills, executing intricate holds and transitions. *
Alister (internally): I could've won that match. I should've won it. Every twist, every turn, every strike—those are the tools I've honed. I've dedicated my life to this craft. So why did I fall short?
*He transitions seamlessly into a set of high-impact moves, delivering suplexes and powerbombs to an invisible adversary. *
Alister (whispering to himself): The crowd, their energy—it was like an electric current coursing through me. And yet, Mickey Killz... he seized that moment, he used it to his advantage. He's a talented wrestler, no doubt.
*Alister's face reflects the physical exertion and emotional turmoil as he leaps to the top rope, rehearsing high-flying maneuvers.*
Alister (internally): But I won't let this defeat define me. Losses are stepping stones, lessons to be learned. I'll analyze every move, every misstep, and I'll come back stronger.
*With determined vigor, he transitions into fierce strikes and kicks, releasing pent-up frustration on his imaginary opponent. *
Alister (whispering to himself): This is my passion, my purpose. Wrestling isn't just about winning; it's about pushing your limits, discovering your potential, and inspiring others along the way.
*Alister continues to demonstrate his technical prowess, locking in submissions with precision.*
Alister (internally): This is my journey, and it's far from over. The road to success is paved with obstacles, but I'll overcome them. I'll rise from this loss, not as a defeated soul but as a wrestler with unwavering determination.
*He concludes his drills with a signature move, the Highland Kick, with electrifying speed and precision.*
Alister (whispering to himself): Hope, inspiration, and resilience—that's what I'll bring to every match. This is just the beginning, and I promise, Loch Oich, I'll make you proud.
*With a final leap, he executes a picture-perfect moonsault, landing gracefully on the mat. The gym's echoes slowly fade away, leaving Alister in the stillness of the moment. His heart pounds with newfound resolve, ready to embrace the path ahead. *
Alister: I may have lost my debut, my first dance in the TPW spotlight, but trust me when I say, this is just the overture of my symphony. Thunder Pro Wrestling, fans around the world, and my hometown of Loch Oich—brace yourselves, because Alister McKissick is about to embark on a journey like no other.
*With a grin of humility and determination, he surveys the gym, drawing inspiration from its silent walls. *
Alister: Each challenge, each opponent, they're a chance for me to grow and evolve. And with your unwavering support, I'll rise, stumble, and rise again. Together, we'll create moments that'll live forever.
*With a final salute to the imaginary crowd, he stands tall, the embodiment of hope and determination.*
Alister: So, remember this face, remember this name, for it's the symbol of relentless spirit and a promise fulfilled. Alister McKissick is here to stay, and together, we'll script a story of triumph and inspiration. Thunder Pro Wrestling, I'm just getting started!
*The scene fades from Alister looking determined to a commercial break. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a duos contest scheduled for one fall with a ten-minute time limit…
*"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 on the ramp. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making their way to the ring from a place that is NOT Mexico… At a combined weight of 400 pounds, here are your 2023 S.E.X. Cup winners… Hector and Victor… The Malvado Brothers!
Markson: Well the Malvados might no longer be the Duos Champions, but they’ll hold on to that cup until next year.
Napier: Yeah, but it’s the titles they love, remember they didn’t want any part of the cup.
*Once at ringside, they join their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Vanessa simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish. *
Steve Cotton: and their opponents, already in the ring, straight from the bottle factory… The Poppin’ Sodas!
Markson: Wait a minute, who are these guys?
Napier: And why do they look eerily familiar to a team that, if you blinked, you missed they were in TPW.
*The crowd doesn’t quite know what to make of this ‘new team’ in TPW as they wave around to the fans. The Malvados aren’t amused, and as the ref calls for the bell, they both rush the Poppin’ Sodas, delivering simultaneous drop kicks! One of the sodas falls to the outside, while the other crashes against the turnbuckles. *
Markson: Aha, got their names here… Robert Charles Cola, or RC Cola for short and.. Kirkland “El Generico” Brand.
Napier: You got to be kidding me?
*The Malvados have a marsh stomp party all over RC’s chest and despite Villano 16 telling them one has to get out, The Malvados ignore him, bringing RC to his feet, hooking him, lifting him up and dropping him with Rompe Cabeza, their signature brain-buster move. Kirkland gets back on the apron, making the tag to a downed RC and The Malvados are all over him, raining forearm shots to his head and back. Villano 16 starts the count, warning The Malvados one last time and one of them, let’s say Victor, finally goes to his corner and steps out as Hector applies a headlock on Kirland and brings him over to The Malvados corner and tags Victor. They together now, back Kirkland to the ropes and whip him to the opposite side, he bounces off and they catch him and drop him with DOS EQUIS, a tandem Spanish fly! Victor makes the pin, we assume, as Hector just gets up and walks up to the ropes facing the hard cam and points, shouting something in Spanish. *
1!
2!!
3!!
*The bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… The Mal- HEY!!
*"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 on the ramp. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making their way to the ring from a place that is NOT Mexico… At a combined weight of 400 pounds, here are your 2023 S.E.X. Cup winners… Hector and Victor… The Malvado Brothers!
Markson: Well the Malvados might no longer be the Duos Champions, but they’ll hold on to that cup until next year.
Napier: Yeah, but it’s the titles they love, remember they didn’t want any part of the cup.
*Once at ringside, they join their father who gives them his blessing before walking around the ring, looking for a fan to hook him up with a beer. One of the brothers slides under the bottom rope while the other jumps on the apron and then leaps over the top rope. Vanessa simply walks around, looking on, heading for the neutral corner. Each brother goes to a corner, jumping unto the second turnbuckle and try to get under the crowd's skin, taunting them and saying some mean words in Spanish. *
Steve Cotton: and their opponents, already in the ring, straight from the bottle factory… The Poppin’ Sodas!
Markson: Wait a minute, who are these guys?
Napier: And why do they look eerily familiar to a team that, if you blinked, you missed they were in TPW.
*The crowd doesn’t quite know what to make of this ‘new team’ in TPW as they wave around to the fans. The Malvados aren’t amused, and as the ref calls for the bell, they both rush the Poppin’ Sodas, delivering simultaneous drop kicks! One of the sodas falls to the outside, while the other crashes against the turnbuckles. *
Markson: Aha, got their names here… Robert Charles Cola, or RC Cola for short and.. Kirkland “El Generico” Brand.
Napier: You got to be kidding me?
*The Malvados have a marsh stomp party all over RC’s chest and despite Villano 16 telling them one has to get out, The Malvados ignore him, bringing RC to his feet, hooking him, lifting him up and dropping him with Rompe Cabeza, their signature brain-buster move. Kirkland gets back on the apron, making the tag to a downed RC and The Malvados are all over him, raining forearm shots to his head and back. Villano 16 starts the count, warning The Malvados one last time and one of them, let’s say Victor, finally goes to his corner and steps out as Hector applies a headlock on Kirland and brings him over to The Malvados corner and tags Victor. They together now, back Kirkland to the ropes and whip him to the opposite side, he bounces off and they catch him and drop him with DOS EQUIS, a tandem Spanish fly! Victor makes the pin, we assume, as Hector just gets up and walks up to the ropes facing the hard cam and points, shouting something in Spanish. *
1!
2!!
3!!
*The bell rings. *
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… The Mal- HEY!!
Hector: Get out pendejo!
*Hector snatches the mic away from Steve and tells him to get out, kicking him on his ass as he goes through the ropes. Victor disposes of Kirkland and RC and then joins his brother in the middle of the ring. Hector continues to point at the hard cam. *
Hector: So much for the feud you wanted so bad, eh pops? Anyway, for 2 weeks we have been waiting to see who has the COJONES to step up and face us at the scariest pay-per-view of the year…
Victor: Mucho scared.
Hector: Which we are not, because nothing scares us!
Victor: Well, I mean, a few things scare Victor.
Hector: Callate pendejo..
Victor: Dude, I mean, there is La Llorana… El Cu-cuy… La Fea Khloe Cox..
Hector: Not now hermano! LOOK! The point is, we have been waiting and CERO TEAMS have stepped up… but we figured, the team, whoever it is, just wanted to do it live on national television… So… Let’s do it then… The Malvados want to know, no, DEMAND to know, who we are facing at Night of The Living Dead...
Victor: Ese, that’s scary.
Hector: dude… shhhhtop….
*Just then the Terry-Tron lights up to reveal Superunkown and Jeremy The Wicked. The two men who now form Rouge Gallery cross their arms as they stare at the Malvados. The both begin to laugh maniacally as the scene fades to a cut away scene. *
*Hector snatches the mic away from Steve and tells him to get out, kicking him on his ass as he goes through the ropes. Victor disposes of Kirkland and RC and then joins his brother in the middle of the ring. Hector continues to point at the hard cam. *
Hector: So much for the feud you wanted so bad, eh pops? Anyway, for 2 weeks we have been waiting to see who has the COJONES to step up and face us at the scariest pay-per-view of the year…
Victor: Mucho scared.
Hector: Which we are not, because nothing scares us!
Victor: Well, I mean, a few things scare Victor.
Hector: Callate pendejo..
Victor: Dude, I mean, there is La Llorana… El Cu-cuy… La Fea Khloe Cox..
Hector: Not now hermano! LOOK! The point is, we have been waiting and CERO TEAMS have stepped up… but we figured, the team, whoever it is, just wanted to do it live on national television… So… Let’s do it then… The Malvados want to know, no, DEMAND to know, who we are facing at Night of The Living Dead...
Victor: Ese, that’s scary.
Hector: dude… shhhhtop….
*Just then the Terry-Tron lights up to reveal Superunkown and Jeremy The Wicked. The two men who now form Rouge Gallery cross their arms as they stare at the Malvados. The both begin to laugh maniacally as the scene fades to a cut away scene. *
*The sirens echo in the night as the police cruiser speeds down the highway, a large dent in the hood where Junko was on the receiving end of the JKO. J Mont leans back in the front seat, hands on the wheel. As mile markers flicker past them one by one, J Mont allows his eyes to drift toward the championship belt in the passenger's seat.*
J Mont: It didn't have to be this way, Junko.
*He narrows his eyes and clenches a fist against the wheel.*
J Mont: But you just had to push me. You had to act like Steven Tyler from Aerosmith and Live on the Edge. That was a very poor decision. And being poor is not a good thing in this situation, Junko. I have money. I can get out of this. You cannot!
*Junko sits up in the back seat, pressing her palm to her forehead, doing her best to shake away the throbbing pain in her head. She glares at him through the transport enclosure separating the front and back seats. Junko looks out the window, realizing they're on their way out of Ohio.*
Junko Souma: F[bleep].
J Mont: Everyone knows, Junko.
*He pounds his fist on the steering wheel.*
J Mont: Everyone knows you don't push J Mont!
*He shakes his head, trying to clear it.*
J Mont: I just... I can't help myself.
*He looks up in the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her.*
J Mont: When some little nobody loser disrespects me, cheats me out of something that's rightfully mine like this gorgeous American Championship? I have no choice... the decision is already made... I just... lose my Poop.
*J Mont then starts to bang on the steering wheel as a song comes to his head. This is Junko’s lucky day as she gets to sit front row to J Mont being a one man act.*
J Mont: Sit back and enjoy America’s Most Wanted right now.
*J Mont’s singing begins and Junko sits in the back in disbelief
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..
*She hunkers down in the backseat, falling out of view of the mirror. J Mont stops his singing and focuses back on Junko*
J Mont: I know, I know... you can't relate... that's because you've had so little success in your short career. Me? I'm a huge star. I'm not used to people disrespecting me. It's unacceptable behavior. What you've done to me over the past couple months... it stops... NOW --
*His eyes narrow as he realizes he can't see her in the mirror anymore.*
J Mont: Hey, what do you think you're doing?!
Junko Souma: J Mont --
*He sees her pull her knees close to her chest, rearing up for impact. His eyes widen.*
J Mont: Hey! HEY, HEY! DON'T YOU DARE --
Junko Souma: -- shut the f[bleep] up!
*Junko drives both feet hard into the cage! The vehicle swerves, narrowly missing another in the opposite lane! J Mont rights the vehicle... and Junko kicks it again, knocking it completely loose! It crashes into J Mont's back and the vehicle swerves again! Another vehicle honks their horn as flashing lights can be seen in the distance... more officers from the Columbus Police Department giving chase! There's a whooping noise as a police helicopter pursues them overhead.*
J Mont: Junko, you idiot! What the f --
*Junko leaps over the seat and grabs J Mont by the neck before peppering him with forearm blows! The vehicle swerves erratically before awkwardly hitting a divider and flipping all the way over, sliding to a stop in the median! There's a creaking sound as one wheel still turns... There's a loud crash as the windshield is kicked free... and J Mont crawls out of the vehicle and into the grass, cuts and bruises on his arms and face. Gripping the American Championship, he looks up at the flashing lights drawn nearer... as the sound of the helicopter grows closer.*
J Mont: Ah, Poop. Now I know what Charlie Sheen felt like in the movie “The Chase!”
*He's suddenly kicked in the side by Junko, also beaten up and covered in cuts and bruises. He rolls over onto his side and she mounts him, raining down punches as he covers his face with both arms! Suddenly, a spotlight falls on them as the helicopter hovers directly above them. A police officer on a loud speaker shouts directions.*
Officer: JOE MONTUORI! LITTLE... JAPANESE GIRL! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!
*Junko looks up into the spotlight, using one hand to shield her eyes. Sneering, barely able to see, she raises a middle finger to the police... a split second before the taser hits her in the back, jolting her upright before causing her to fall over onto her side, shaking violently! J Mont raises up, elbows propping him up in the grass. He wipes his nose, then looks over at the shaking Junko and chuckles.*
J Mont: Heh... you dumb Japanese bitch --
*And then another taser hits J Mont, dropping him flat on the ground, shaking next to her! We fade out as a swarm of police officers descend on the competitors, flipping them over and applying handcuffs. How the hell are they going to get out of this one before Night of the Living Dead? Before this can be answered the scene fades to a commercial break. *
J Mont: It didn't have to be this way, Junko.
*He narrows his eyes and clenches a fist against the wheel.*
J Mont: But you just had to push me. You had to act like Steven Tyler from Aerosmith and Live on the Edge. That was a very poor decision. And being poor is not a good thing in this situation, Junko. I have money. I can get out of this. You cannot!
*Junko sits up in the back seat, pressing her palm to her forehead, doing her best to shake away the throbbing pain in her head. She glares at him through the transport enclosure separating the front and back seats. Junko looks out the window, realizing they're on their way out of Ohio.*
Junko Souma: F[bleep].
J Mont: Everyone knows, Junko.
*He pounds his fist on the steering wheel.*
J Mont: Everyone knows you don't push J Mont!
*He shakes his head, trying to clear it.*
J Mont: I just... I can't help myself.
*He looks up in the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her.*
J Mont: When some little nobody loser disrespects me, cheats me out of something that's rightfully mine like this gorgeous American Championship? I have no choice... the decision is already made... I just... lose my Poop.
*J Mont then starts to bang on the steering wheel as a song comes to his head. This is Junko’s lucky day as she gets to sit front row to J Mont being a one man act.*
J Mont: Sit back and enjoy America’s Most Wanted right now.
*J Mont’s singing begins and Junko sits in the back in disbelief
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..
*She hunkers down in the backseat, falling out of view of the mirror. J Mont stops his singing and focuses back on Junko*
J Mont: I know, I know... you can't relate... that's because you've had so little success in your short career. Me? I'm a huge star. I'm not used to people disrespecting me. It's unacceptable behavior. What you've done to me over the past couple months... it stops... NOW --
*His eyes narrow as he realizes he can't see her in the mirror anymore.*
J Mont: Hey, what do you think you're doing?!
Junko Souma: J Mont --
*He sees her pull her knees close to her chest, rearing up for impact. His eyes widen.*
J Mont: Hey! HEY, HEY! DON'T YOU DARE --
Junko Souma: -- shut the f[bleep] up!
*Junko drives both feet hard into the cage! The vehicle swerves, narrowly missing another in the opposite lane! J Mont rights the vehicle... and Junko kicks it again, knocking it completely loose! It crashes into J Mont's back and the vehicle swerves again! Another vehicle honks their horn as flashing lights can be seen in the distance... more officers from the Columbus Police Department giving chase! There's a whooping noise as a police helicopter pursues them overhead.*
J Mont: Junko, you idiot! What the f --
*Junko leaps over the seat and grabs J Mont by the neck before peppering him with forearm blows! The vehicle swerves erratically before awkwardly hitting a divider and flipping all the way over, sliding to a stop in the median! There's a creaking sound as one wheel still turns... There's a loud crash as the windshield is kicked free... and J Mont crawls out of the vehicle and into the grass, cuts and bruises on his arms and face. Gripping the American Championship, he looks up at the flashing lights drawn nearer... as the sound of the helicopter grows closer.*
J Mont: Ah, Poop. Now I know what Charlie Sheen felt like in the movie “The Chase!”
*He's suddenly kicked in the side by Junko, also beaten up and covered in cuts and bruises. He rolls over onto his side and she mounts him, raining down punches as he covers his face with both arms! Suddenly, a spotlight falls on them as the helicopter hovers directly above them. A police officer on a loud speaker shouts directions.*
Officer: JOE MONTUORI! LITTLE... JAPANESE GIRL! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!
*Junko looks up into the spotlight, using one hand to shield her eyes. Sneering, barely able to see, she raises a middle finger to the police... a split second before the taser hits her in the back, jolting her upright before causing her to fall over onto her side, shaking violently! J Mont raises up, elbows propping him up in the grass. He wipes his nose, then looks over at the shaking Junko and chuckles.*
J Mont: Heh... you dumb Japanese bitch --
*And then another taser hits J Mont, dropping him flat on the ground, shaking next to her! We fade out as a swarm of police officers descend on the competitors, flipping them over and applying handcuffs. How the hell are they going to get out of this one before Night of the Living Dead? Before this can be answered the scene fades to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from the the commercial break to the backstage are of the locker room where Terry Marshall appears to be breaking some news to Maxwell Mason Stone: Stone nods in response to what Terry is telling him but he doesn’t look happy. Terry is clearly disappointed and not wanting to have to tell MMS what he is telling him.
“Take a seat brother”, Terry says as he sits down on a bench bolted into the floor. MMS takes a seat on a folded-out chair as Marshall sighs heavily. *
Terry Marshall: Look brother, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you aren’t going to be a part of Marshall’s Maniacs for War Games.
*Stone sighs and shakes his head. He looks angry but then he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.*
MMS: Terry, I must say this is disappointing. You know I would love nothing more than to dismantle the Cabal piece by piece and be the one to burn them to the ground. May I inquire as to why you've come to this decision?
Terry Marshall: Well brother, I’m not sure what happened but Mac Bane has taken a leave of absence from TPW, so the match is going to be four-on-four now. Ava Arthur, Larry Tact, Matt Knox, and my fourth pick all got real big scores to settle with the Cabal. You got your win over Mac, now it’s time for them to get their revenge.
*Stone absorbs what Terry is telling him and nods calmly. *
MMS: I understand and I trust your judgment but please remember that the easiest way to undo a mistake is to never allow it to happen in the first place. I trust that I will have something fruitful at the pay per view?
*Marshall gives a big smile as he nods his head. Marshall strokes his mustache as he stops nodding. *
Terry Marshall: Yeah brother I do. Greg allowed me to pick one man, and Alexander to pick one match for a number one contenders to the American Championship match. Ten K thumbtack match brother. I got no idea who Alexander is picking, but I have zero doubt you're gonna win it.
MMS: Ten K… as in TEN THOUSAND thumbtacks?
*Marshall stands up and extends a handshake to MMS. MMS shakes Terry’s hand.*
Terry Marshall: Just don’t fall in ‘em and you’ll be fine, brother!
*Terry exits the scene and the camera hangs on MMS who now is now displaying worry on his face. The wheels start spinning in his head and that worried look slowly transforms into a mischievous grin as the scene fades to the ring where Steve Cotton stands ready for the next match. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Las Vegas NV, and weighing in at 165lbs. She is beautiful, and deadly, she is ROSEEEEE!!!
*Amidst the electrifying ambiance of the arena, “Mama Said Knock You Out” by LL Cool J reverberates, sending shockwaves of anticipation through the crowd. A spotlight pierces the darkness, illuminating Rose as she emerges onto the stage, a commanding presence in the world of wrestling. Her eyes, filled with determination, sweep across the sea of fans before her. With a subtle flex of her arms, she showcases her immense strength, earning cheers from the audience.
In a moment of supreme confidence, Rose hurls punches into the air, her fists cutting through the atmosphere like a force of nature. Each strike symbolizes her unwavering resolve and readiness for battle. As she descends down the ramp, her punches intensify, creating a rhythmic cadence that resonates with the heartbeat of the crowd.
Entering the ring with a focused stride, Rose heads towards a corner, her eyes never leaving the rampway. The intensity in her gaze is palpable, reflecting her unwavering commitment to victory. She waits, muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring, for her opponent to make their entrance. The anticipation in the air is tangible, setting the stage for a thrilling clash of titans. The crowd roars in anticipation, united in their anticipation of the spectacle about to unfold. *
Napier: Now that’s all woman right there! A modern day Amazon.
Markson: She has the size but is she going to use it effectively?
Napier: When you're that big does it matter?
In a moment of supreme confidence, Rose hurls punches into the air, her fists cutting through the atmosphere like a force of nature. Each strike symbolizes her unwavering resolve and readiness for battle. As she descends down the ramp, her punches intensify, creating a rhythmic cadence that resonates with the heartbeat of the crowd.
Entering the ring with a focused stride, Rose heads towards a corner, her eyes never leaving the rampway. The intensity in her gaze is palpable, reflecting her unwavering commitment to victory. She waits, muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring, for her opponent to make their entrance. The anticipation in the air is tangible, setting the stage for a thrilling clash of titans. The crowd roars in anticipation, united in their anticipation of the spectacle about to unfold. *
Napier: Now that’s all woman right there! A modern day Amazon.
Markson: She has the size but is she going to use it effectively?
Napier: When you're that big does it matter?
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, hailing from New Egypt, NJ, weighing in at 123lbs, this is SKYOBITY... EAVAN MALONEEEEEYYYY!!!
*Suddenly the pulsating rhythm of “This Is My War” by 5FDP begins , the arena erupts in a dazzling display of strobe lights. Emerging from the vibrant spectacle, Eavan Maloney makes her grand entrance, adorned in a Harley Quinn-inspired ensemble that captures the crowd’s attention. Steampunk goggles adorn her eyes, and in her hands, she wields two powerful hand cannons, releasing a burst of red, white, and black confetti into the air.
With an infectious energy, Eavan drops her weapons and traverses the ring perimeter, connecting with the fans through enthusiastic hand slaps. Her gaze softens as she spots a young girl, gently placing her goggles on the child’s head and sharing a heartfelt moment, touching foreheads.
Eavan then gracefully slides under the bottom rope, rising to the second rope at each corner. With each ascent, she raises her arm triumphantly, acknowledging the roaring crowd. As anticipation builds, she takes a daring leap backward from the final corner, landing with poise.
With focused determination, Eavan paces around the ring, her eyes locked on the center, eagerly awaiting the opening bell. The atmosphere crackles with excitement, echoing the energy she brings, setting the stage for an unforgettable match. *
Markson: The Sykobitty claims she is the Goliath in this match despite the size difference.
Napier: Yeah yeah i'm tired of her changing outfits every other week. Is she a biker or comic book nerd?
*RINNNNNNG*
Markson: And that’s the opening bell let’s see where these ladies take this match.
*Rose waste no time rushing Eavan for a sudden Running Powerslam the impact rocking the ring as she lays on top for the early pin.
1…………...Kickout!
Eavan gets herself free of the early pin and Rose lets out an angry shout as she stands back up bringing the Skykobitty up to her shoulders. *
Napier: She is manhandling this wanna be biker!
*Almost on queue Eavan wiggles off of her shoulders and using gravity slammed her down for a sudden small package pin!
Before the Ref is even able to get down Rose tosses Malloney clear across the ring sitting up with a cocky smirk. *
Markson: She is certainly throwing her weight around but Eavan Malloney is showing that grit!
*The two women reset as the crowd starts to cheer for them both as they start to mad dog each other Rose leaning down to try and intimidate when WHAM Eavan rears back and delivers a head-butt almost toppling Rose over.
The six foot amazon grabs Eavan by the back of the head and returns fire with a head-butt of her own.
In a bone-rattling showdown, the two female wrestlers met head-on, the *thud* of their skulls colliding reverberating through the arena. With a *crack*, they clashed again, their determination resonating in every impact. The audience winced at the *smack* of their heads meeting, the sound echoing like thunder. Each head-butt was a testament to their ferocity, the *thud-thud* filling the air, leaving no doubt about their violent rivalry. The crowd gasped, captivated by the raw intensity, as the wrestlers continued their brutal exchange, their determination drowning out any other noise in the arena. *
Markson: This is tough to watch…one of them is going to have to go down soon!
*After a final resounding exchange Rose drops to a knee a steady trickle of blood running down her forehead staining the mat crimson. Eavan seeing this moment delivers a modified JerZ Makeover her knees slamming into her opponents face.*
Napier: Both of these women are showing they CAN play real rough tonight!
Markson: Was that a compliment!?
Napier: I’m not saying a single bad thing about either of these Warrior Queens!
*The crowd is eating it up as the Sykobitty pumps herself up crimson mask mixing with her makeup. She is busy soaking in a little love from the Thunder-Maniacs as Rose staggers to her feet dazed AND pissed. *
Napier: I don’t like the look on her face.
*Rose grabs Eavan from behind and signals for her triple power bomb finisher BANG BANG YOUR DEAD
She lifted Eavan into the air, slamming her down with the first powerbomb. With determination in her eyes, Rose hoisted Eavan up again for the second powerbomb, the impact resonating through the arena.
Eavan, however, displayed her indomitable spirit, countering the final powerbomb attempt into a jaw-dropping reversal. The crowd watched in awe as Eavan expertly transitioned into her signature submission hold, the Tap Or Die Dragon Sleeper, locking Rose in a vice-like grip.
Rose tries to twist and maneuver her way out as the hold saps her strength. The Ref tries to get a tap but the female titan refuses to surrender instead choosing to pass out in the center of the ring. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... EAVAN MALONEYYYYY!!!
With an infectious energy, Eavan drops her weapons and traverses the ring perimeter, connecting with the fans through enthusiastic hand slaps. Her gaze softens as she spots a young girl, gently placing her goggles on the child’s head and sharing a heartfelt moment, touching foreheads.
Eavan then gracefully slides under the bottom rope, rising to the second rope at each corner. With each ascent, she raises her arm triumphantly, acknowledging the roaring crowd. As anticipation builds, she takes a daring leap backward from the final corner, landing with poise.
With focused determination, Eavan paces around the ring, her eyes locked on the center, eagerly awaiting the opening bell. The atmosphere crackles with excitement, echoing the energy she brings, setting the stage for an unforgettable match. *
Markson: The Sykobitty claims she is the Goliath in this match despite the size difference.
Napier: Yeah yeah i'm tired of her changing outfits every other week. Is she a biker or comic book nerd?
*RINNNNNNG*
Markson: And that’s the opening bell let’s see where these ladies take this match.
*Rose waste no time rushing Eavan for a sudden Running Powerslam the impact rocking the ring as she lays on top for the early pin.
1…………...Kickout!
Eavan gets herself free of the early pin and Rose lets out an angry shout as she stands back up bringing the Skykobitty up to her shoulders. *
Napier: She is manhandling this wanna be biker!
*Almost on queue Eavan wiggles off of her shoulders and using gravity slammed her down for a sudden small package pin!
Before the Ref is even able to get down Rose tosses Malloney clear across the ring sitting up with a cocky smirk. *
Markson: She is certainly throwing her weight around but Eavan Malloney is showing that grit!
*The two women reset as the crowd starts to cheer for them both as they start to mad dog each other Rose leaning down to try and intimidate when WHAM Eavan rears back and delivers a head-butt almost toppling Rose over.
The six foot amazon grabs Eavan by the back of the head and returns fire with a head-butt of her own.
In a bone-rattling showdown, the two female wrestlers met head-on, the *thud* of their skulls colliding reverberating through the arena. With a *crack*, they clashed again, their determination resonating in every impact. The audience winced at the *smack* of their heads meeting, the sound echoing like thunder. Each head-butt was a testament to their ferocity, the *thud-thud* filling the air, leaving no doubt about their violent rivalry. The crowd gasped, captivated by the raw intensity, as the wrestlers continued their brutal exchange, their determination drowning out any other noise in the arena. *
Markson: This is tough to watch…one of them is going to have to go down soon!
*After a final resounding exchange Rose drops to a knee a steady trickle of blood running down her forehead staining the mat crimson. Eavan seeing this moment delivers a modified JerZ Makeover her knees slamming into her opponents face.*
Napier: Both of these women are showing they CAN play real rough tonight!
Markson: Was that a compliment!?
Napier: I’m not saying a single bad thing about either of these Warrior Queens!
*The crowd is eating it up as the Sykobitty pumps herself up crimson mask mixing with her makeup. She is busy soaking in a little love from the Thunder-Maniacs as Rose staggers to her feet dazed AND pissed. *
Napier: I don’t like the look on her face.
*Rose grabs Eavan from behind and signals for her triple power bomb finisher BANG BANG YOUR DEAD
She lifted Eavan into the air, slamming her down with the first powerbomb. With determination in her eyes, Rose hoisted Eavan up again for the second powerbomb, the impact resonating through the arena.
Eavan, however, displayed her indomitable spirit, countering the final powerbomb attempt into a jaw-dropping reversal. The crowd watched in awe as Eavan expertly transitioned into her signature submission hold, the Tap Or Die Dragon Sleeper, locking Rose in a vice-like grip.
Rose tries to twist and maneuver her way out as the hold saps her strength. The Ref tries to get a tap but the female titan refuses to surrender instead choosing to pass out in the center of the ring. *
Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... EAVAN MALONEYYYYY!!!
Markson: The figurative Goliath has slain the literal Goliath.
Naper: Eavan Maloney showed that it isn't the size of the dog fight tonight.
Markson: You mean it isn't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
Napier: Whatever nerd.
*The crowd roars with excitement, their collective cheers filling the air with electrifying energy. Suddenly, a hush falls over the arena as a mysterious figure vaults the barrier, prompting a gasp of surprise and intrigue from the audience. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as everyone tries to unravel the mystery of this unexpected intrusion. Maloney, meanwhile, is sitting in the corner, leaning on the ropes after a hard-fought battle and seeing who was coming, gives a very visual eyeroll.*
Napier: Someone should be tackling this crazy fan!
*The pink hooded figure grabs a pair of mics and tosses one into the ring at Maloney as the crowd waits in baited silence. Maloney picks up the mic and watches the hooded figure intently. *
Khloe Cox : I just wanna talk…
*As soon as her voice comes over the speaker the crowd erupts in almost crazed excitement. *
Markson: Oh my god are we going to get a preview of these two ladies upcoming clash at Night Of The Living Dead?
Napier: You mean the great sissy slap fight of 2023? Get me a real match on the card! These two can show open or soemthing, it’s not even for a damn belt!
*Khloe paces outside the ring as Maloney picks up the microphone. Not knowing if it’s safe to enter, Maloney holds open the bottom two ropes. *
Eavan Maloney: Ya got tirdy seconds before I send ya head into da concession stands!
*Maloney steps back, swaying her arm in front of her, gesturing that she has the floor, as Maloney steps back and leans against the turnbuckles, twirling her microphone. *
Khloe Cox: Come on! I am…I am not here to fight or anything…I’m just trying to…..trying to start apologizing for the stuff I pulled.
*She raises a hand in caution as she slowly inches up into the ring, taking the opposite corner of Maloney. *
Khloe Cox: I know you might not care about WHY I was doing what I was doing but it wasn’t an elaborate act….I honestly thought I needed to overcome you.
*Maloney cocks her head to the side, before chuckling. Maloney steps to the middle of the ring, her smile fading as she becomes considerably more serious. *
Eavan Maloney: Khloe, I tink you’re full of it. First time I stepped into TPW, do ya remember what I did? I tried to give YOU the spotlight. I wanted dese people t’ cheer for ya because I saw potential in ya. And how did ya repay me, huh? Ya kicked me while I was down! Ya damned near broke my back! You weren’t tryin’ t’overcome me, you were tryin’ t’END me. An’now dat ya realize ya failed, now you’re here t’apologize? Nah, I don’t accept it because even YOU don’t believe it.
Khloe Cox: If you want me to be honest….no I don’t remember what you said besides this whole thing was just some act for the buzz. I have two VERY different people in here.
*Khloe taps her head with the mic several times.*
Khloe Cox: I’m doing what I have to do to keep the psycho away….I don’t want to be that. But that’s not to say I think I failed anything…..only reason I don’t have that briefcase is because I jumped off the Terry Tron..you have done this thing longer than me….more successfully as well…your known all over.
Eavan Maloney: Ya know what? All I’ve heard from ya is weak apologies and weaker excuses. So here’s what we’re gonna do. Ya know da other day, they announced you and I are fightin’at Night At The Livin’ Dead. I spoke to Greg and he REALLY liked me idea for the match. Ya wanna keep the psycho away, I want her front and center. I want the REAL you. So we’re gonna have what I’m gonna call a Last Rites match. Barbed wire for ropes! Explodin’ tables! An’ you and I will haveta fight for tirty damned minutes because it’s gonna be an Ironwoman match. Ya want t’overcome me, Khloe, here’s ya chance. Your psycho against THIS Syko. May the best one win.
*Maloney drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp, leaving Khloe in the ring. *
Markson: Well there you have it! It’s going to be a Last Rites Match as Night Of The Living Dead! Maloney and Cox are going to settle this!
Napier: Barbed wire and Explosives?! Greg is setting this company up for failure!
Markson: From the roar of this crowd your the only one who seems to think that! Stick with us after the commercial break for more TPW action!
*The shot returns from commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, and weighing in at 210lbs, this is Sarah “Dollface” Wolf.
*Sarah doesn’t give a damn about pageantry. What she does love is fighting. So she will probably be in the audience until it’s her turn, and when she’s done fighting she’ll go back there. She is not friendly and will not interact with anyone unless it’s to insult them. She doesn’t attack fans, though. That’s beneath her. *
Steve Cotton: AND, HER OPPONENT! Born in Atlanta but branded in Houston, weighing in at 237.5lbs, A truly Troubled One.. THE DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!!
*The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill soundfully brings in the chorus to "Ready or Not". Jason Cashe comes out from the back. Looking around the arena at the live audience. Taking a long drag off an air joint, Cashe howls up into the sky, a few fans howl with him.
Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. He steps into a jog, leaping up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Growling into a roar at the live audience! Cashe was ready to scrap. *
Markson: The scrap daddy and the scariest woman I've ever seen are ready to battle it out in a match that is pivital for both of them in the rankings.
Napier: Ca$he is looking to rebound from that big loss at Gladiators Ball, while Sarah Wolfe is just trying to finally make it to the ring for her match after being destroyed before her previous scheduled match.
*As the bell sounds Cashe takes the middle of the ring and dares Wolf to advance on him circling around him. As Wolf goes for a collar and elbow lock-up, Wolf ducks under with a high-crotch single leg coming up behind Mac in a waist lock. Pain tries to lift Mac, but he drops his hips making himself too heavy. Cashe then follows up with a standing switch, immediately lifts Wolf up, and takes her down to the mat on her face.
Wolf quickly sits up, and goes for a sit and switch, but Cash holds on to her and sits through with her. Wolf immediately rolls again, and while Cashe holds on Wolf is able to make it to her feet. Cashe readjusts his waist lock, tightening it up more, but before he can take Wolf back down she performs a cartwheel freeing herself from the hold and coming up to face Cashe. *
Markson: Whoa my. A different style match then I and the Thunderamaniacs were expecting from these two I do believe.
Napier: Yeah, I thought we were gonna get some Rough and Rowdy brawl action, not this boring catch-as-catch-can crap.
*Wolf taunts Cashe and Cashe responds by charing her. Wolf sidesteps and takes Cashe down with a drop-toe hold. Wolf quickly spins into a front face lock on Cashe. Cashe comes up to his knees and hits a switch out of the face lock into a face lock of his own. Wolf goes to perform a switch as well, but Cashe rolls through with it. As Cashe rolls through, Wolf adjusts her body, popping her head out and hitting a slide-by on Cashe to take his side. From the side, Wolf hooks Cashe’s leg with her and pulls his head down into a roll-up with a three-quarter Nelson. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
*Cashe kicks out and rolls to his feet as surprised by Wolf’s mat skills as the crowd is. As Cashe turns around Wolf goes for a straight kick between the legs, but Cashe catches her leg. Cashe looks surprised and mouths “W-T-F” before throwing her leg to the side. Wolf spins in a three-sixty and as she comes back around is met with a snapping jab (ala Jake The Snake Jab) from Cashe. Wolf is stunned, and Cashe follows up with three more snapping jabs that drive her back into the corner.
Cashe grabs Wolf and whips her out of the corner across the ring. Wolfe hits the turnbuckles hard, the momentum of which bounces her out of the corner into a big shoulder charge from Cashe that sends her flying right back into the corner. The force of the impact sends Wolf collapsing to the mat in a seated position. Cashe is quick to his feet and chagrin again, this time with a running cannonball into the corner on Wolf. *
Markson: The pace of this match has certainly changed.
Napier: And for the better, who watches pro wrestling for wrestling?
Markson: Um, did you just hear yourself?
Napier: People watch for action Mark.
*Cashe pulls Wolf out of the corner and then begins climbing up the turnbuckles himself. As Cashe gets to the second rope he sees Wolf getting to her feet. Cashe leaps off with a 2nd Rope Axe Handle (Jimmy King FTW), but Wolf catches him coming in with an inverted atomic drop. Cashe staggers with a look of shock and awe on his face as he holds his groin. Wolf pops to her feet and charges into the ropes. As she comes back with a running clothesline Cashe ducks under and charges to the ropes. Wolf stops and turns around right into a rolling thunder kick from Cashe that sends Wolf falling back into the ropes, through the top and middle to the ring apron. *
Markson: What an impressive kick from Jason Cashe
Napier: When did Jason Cashe learn Capoeira?
*Wolf pulls herself to her feet on the apron and as she does Cashe charges across the ring and goes for a Spear Through Ropes, but Wolf drops down, pulling the middle rope down with her. Cashe goes flying over her and to the outside where he lands face-first on the ringside mats. *
Markson: SICK BUMP!!!
Napier: Oh, Jason Cashe landed right on his face. Well, I hope he looks on the bright side of that nasty spill.
Markson: The bright side? What bright side could there be to that?
Napier: He couldn’t get any uglier at least.
*Referee Dizzy Dan tries to order Wolf into the ring so he can start the count, but Wolf ignores him. Wolf backs to the ring post, then runs down the apron and comes off dropping a knee across the back of Cashe’s head. Wolf rolls to her feet and continues her assault, lifting Cashe up and throwing him head-first into the security railing. Wolf holds onto Cashe’s lifeless body and rolls him back into the ring and then rolls in herself. Dizzy Dan drops down ready to make a count, but Wolf shakes her head “no” and begins stomping away on Cashe. *
Wolf quickly sits up, and goes for a sit and switch, but Cash holds on to her and sits through with her. Wolf immediately rolls again, and while Cashe holds on Wolf is able to make it to her feet. Cashe readjusts his waist lock, tightening it up more, but before he can take Wolf back down she performs a cartwheel freeing herself from the hold and coming up to face Cashe. *
Markson: Whoa my. A different style match then I and the Thunderamaniacs were expecting from these two I do believe.
Napier: Yeah, I thought we were gonna get some Rough and Rowdy brawl action, not this boring catch-as-catch-can crap.
*Wolf taunts Cashe and Cashe responds by charing her. Wolf sidesteps and takes Cashe down with a drop-toe hold. Wolf quickly spins into a front face lock on Cashe. Cashe comes up to his knees and hits a switch out of the face lock into a face lock of his own. Wolf goes to perform a switch as well, but Cashe rolls through with it. As Cashe rolls through, Wolf adjusts her body, popping her head out and hitting a slide-by on Cashe to take his side. From the side, Wolf hooks Cashe’s leg with her and pulls his head down into a roll-up with a three-quarter Nelson. *
1…
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KICKOUT!
*Cashe kicks out and rolls to his feet as surprised by Wolf’s mat skills as the crowd is. As Cashe turns around Wolf goes for a straight kick between the legs, but Cashe catches her leg. Cashe looks surprised and mouths “W-T-F” before throwing her leg to the side. Wolf spins in a three-sixty and as she comes back around is met with a snapping jab (ala Jake The Snake Jab) from Cashe. Wolf is stunned, and Cashe follows up with three more snapping jabs that drive her back into the corner.
Cashe grabs Wolf and whips her out of the corner across the ring. Wolfe hits the turnbuckles hard, the momentum of which bounces her out of the corner into a big shoulder charge from Cashe that sends her flying right back into the corner. The force of the impact sends Wolf collapsing to the mat in a seated position. Cashe is quick to his feet and chagrin again, this time with a running cannonball into the corner on Wolf. *
Markson: The pace of this match has certainly changed.
Napier: And for the better, who watches pro wrestling for wrestling?
Markson: Um, did you just hear yourself?
Napier: People watch for action Mark.
*Cashe pulls Wolf out of the corner and then begins climbing up the turnbuckles himself. As Cashe gets to the second rope he sees Wolf getting to her feet. Cashe leaps off with a 2nd Rope Axe Handle (Jimmy King FTW), but Wolf catches him coming in with an inverted atomic drop. Cashe staggers with a look of shock and awe on his face as he holds his groin. Wolf pops to her feet and charges into the ropes. As she comes back with a running clothesline Cashe ducks under and charges to the ropes. Wolf stops and turns around right into a rolling thunder kick from Cashe that sends Wolf falling back into the ropes, through the top and middle to the ring apron. *
Markson: What an impressive kick from Jason Cashe
Napier: When did Jason Cashe learn Capoeira?
*Wolf pulls herself to her feet on the apron and as she does Cashe charges across the ring and goes for a Spear Through Ropes, but Wolf drops down, pulling the middle rope down with her. Cashe goes flying over her and to the outside where he lands face-first on the ringside mats. *
Markson: SICK BUMP!!!
Napier: Oh, Jason Cashe landed right on his face. Well, I hope he looks on the bright side of that nasty spill.
Markson: The bright side? What bright side could there be to that?
Napier: He couldn’t get any uglier at least.
*Referee Dizzy Dan tries to order Wolf into the ring so he can start the count, but Wolf ignores him. Wolf backs to the ring post, then runs down the apron and comes off dropping a knee across the back of Cashe’s head. Wolf rolls to her feet and continues her assault, lifting Cashe up and throwing him head-first into the security railing. Wolf holds onto Cashe’s lifeless body and rolls him back into the ring and then rolls in herself. Dizzy Dan drops down ready to make a count, but Wolf shakes her head “no” and begins stomping away on Cashe. *
Markson: Oh this is brutal. Sarah Wolf is just enjoying inflicting punishment on Jason Cashe.
Napier: You know, if this wrestling thing doesn’t work out for Sarah Wolf, she’d make a heck of a dominatrix.
*Wolf grabs the head of Cashe and slowly pulls him up to his feet. As Cashe gets up, his body is still a bit limp, and Wolf takes full advantage slowly twisting Cashe’s head around and dropping him with a stalling neckbraker. Wolf holds onto Cashe’s head, and rolls backward onto his body, pulling him into a seated guillotine choke with her legs wrapped around him for a body scissors.
Ref Dizzy Dan drops town to see if Cashe wants to submit, but he refuses. Cashe seems to be fading a bit when the Columbus crowd gets behind him and begins cheering. Cashe pushes his body forward and powers himself up to a knee. Wolf releases the body scissors, but holds onto the guillotine choke, transitioning into a standing guillotine.
Cashe drops his hips, powers his body forward grabs Wolf around the waist, and picks her up. Cashe charges forward and throws his body forward, slamming Wolf into the turnbuckles and breaking the guillotine. Cashe picks himself up and sees Wolf dazed in the corner. Cashe goes for a big right to the face, but Wolf ducks and Cashe punches the top turnbuckle. Cashe grabs his wrist in pain and slowly staggers around. Wolf charges, jumps onto Cashe’s back, and drops him with a lung blower. *
Markson: Oh my, what an unfortunate turn of events there for Jason Cashe. Big mistake right when it looked like he was about to turn it around.
Napier: AH! HA! HA! HA! What an idiot.
*Wolf grabs Cashe and applies Some Kinda Hate (Grabs the arms of the opponent who is lying down, pulls up on both arms while applying pressure to their throat with her foot). Ref Dizzy Dan warns her of disqualification if she doesn’t stop choking Cashe, and begins delivering the 5 count. At 4, Wolf pulled Cashe up and then stomped him down into the mat, driving her boot into his throat. Cashe begins rolling on the mat holding his throat. Wolf grabs Case and rolls him onto his back and makes the cover. *
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Markson: Big kick out there, I thought Jason Cashe might be done for after that hard stomp.
Napier: His throat is probably full of callosas from all those bong rips, giving him a tough inner throat.
*Wolf pulls Cashe up and hooks him for the Hybrid Moment DDT. Suddenly, Cashe spins out, holding onto Wolf’s arm. Cashe pulls Wolf in and nails a quick, but hard exploder suplex, dumping Wolf on her head. Cashe is still holding his throat not able to capitalize while Wolf is holding her neck as well. *
Markson: Jason Cashe with a last-ditch effort seemingly saved himself from a certain demise.
Napier: Both contestants are holding their necks, but they are also both starting to get up.
*Both Wolf and Cashe stagger to their feet. Wolf strikes first with a front kick, but Cashe blocks it with his arms and counters with a hard headbutt to the face. The headbutt sends Wolf staggering back into the ropes. She hits them and shakes her head to clear the cobwebs, but Cashe doesn’t give her time as he smacks her with the Bell Clap (Double Ear Slap).
Wolf falls to her knees holding her head and Cashe charges parallel into the ropes. Cashe comes back with the Drive-By Big Boot (Opponent On Knees). Cashe is feeling the crowd as the begin cheering like crazy. Cashe moves to the middle of the ring and pulls his elbow down, ready to deliver the Mark of Jason as Wolf uses the ropes to pull herself up in the corner. *
Markson: Jason Cashe is rolling now and looking to put this away.
Napier: Look at Sarah Wolf’s face, I know a devilish woman with a devilish idea when I see one.
*As Wolf gets up Cashe charges in with the Mark Of Jason (Bull Hammer) but as he comes in Wolf rolls under the elbow and comes back up to her feet. Cashe stops before hitting the turnbuckle and spins around at the same time as Wolf. Wolf sprays Black Mist from her mouth, but Cashe ducks, and the mist covers the top turnbuckle.
As Cashe ducks, he lunges forward and nails a short spear on Wolf. Cashe rolls to his feet and grabs Wolf by the head and begins lifting her up. As Cashe lifts Wolf up, she throws his hands off and goes to poke him in the eyes with her fingers that are covered in the black mist, but Cashe catches her hand by the wrist. Cashe boots Wolf in the stomach, and then spins around, grabbing her by the head and slamming her face into the top turnbuckle, and grinding her face into the mist-covered pad.
Cashe releases her head and steps backward. Wolf stumbles backward trying to wipe her eyes clean when Case nails her with the "U.T.I." / Under The Influence (Jumping Neckbreaker/Back to Back Cutter.). Cashe rolls on top for the cover. *
Napier: You know, if this wrestling thing doesn’t work out for Sarah Wolf, she’d make a heck of a dominatrix.
*Wolf grabs the head of Cashe and slowly pulls him up to his feet. As Cashe gets up, his body is still a bit limp, and Wolf takes full advantage slowly twisting Cashe’s head around and dropping him with a stalling neckbraker. Wolf holds onto Cashe’s head, and rolls backward onto his body, pulling him into a seated guillotine choke with her legs wrapped around him for a body scissors.
Ref Dizzy Dan drops town to see if Cashe wants to submit, but he refuses. Cashe seems to be fading a bit when the Columbus crowd gets behind him and begins cheering. Cashe pushes his body forward and powers himself up to a knee. Wolf releases the body scissors, but holds onto the guillotine choke, transitioning into a standing guillotine.
Cashe drops his hips, powers his body forward grabs Wolf around the waist, and picks her up. Cashe charges forward and throws his body forward, slamming Wolf into the turnbuckles and breaking the guillotine. Cashe picks himself up and sees Wolf dazed in the corner. Cashe goes for a big right to the face, but Wolf ducks and Cashe punches the top turnbuckle. Cashe grabs his wrist in pain and slowly staggers around. Wolf charges, jumps onto Cashe’s back, and drops him with a lung blower. *
Markson: Oh my, what an unfortunate turn of events there for Jason Cashe. Big mistake right when it looked like he was about to turn it around.
Napier: AH! HA! HA! HA! What an idiot.
*Wolf grabs Cashe and applies Some Kinda Hate (Grabs the arms of the opponent who is lying down, pulls up on both arms while applying pressure to their throat with her foot). Ref Dizzy Dan warns her of disqualification if she doesn’t stop choking Cashe, and begins delivering the 5 count. At 4, Wolf pulled Cashe up and then stomped him down into the mat, driving her boot into his throat. Cashe begins rolling on the mat holding his throat. Wolf grabs Case and rolls him onto his back and makes the cover. *
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Markson: Big kick out there, I thought Jason Cashe might be done for after that hard stomp.
Napier: His throat is probably full of callosas from all those bong rips, giving him a tough inner throat.
*Wolf pulls Cashe up and hooks him for the Hybrid Moment DDT. Suddenly, Cashe spins out, holding onto Wolf’s arm. Cashe pulls Wolf in and nails a quick, but hard exploder suplex, dumping Wolf on her head. Cashe is still holding his throat not able to capitalize while Wolf is holding her neck as well. *
Markson: Jason Cashe with a last-ditch effort seemingly saved himself from a certain demise.
Napier: Both contestants are holding their necks, but they are also both starting to get up.
*Both Wolf and Cashe stagger to their feet. Wolf strikes first with a front kick, but Cashe blocks it with his arms and counters with a hard headbutt to the face. The headbutt sends Wolf staggering back into the ropes. She hits them and shakes her head to clear the cobwebs, but Cashe doesn’t give her time as he smacks her with the Bell Clap (Double Ear Slap).
Wolf falls to her knees holding her head and Cashe charges parallel into the ropes. Cashe comes back with the Drive-By Big Boot (Opponent On Knees). Cashe is feeling the crowd as the begin cheering like crazy. Cashe moves to the middle of the ring and pulls his elbow down, ready to deliver the Mark of Jason as Wolf uses the ropes to pull herself up in the corner. *
Markson: Jason Cashe is rolling now and looking to put this away.
Napier: Look at Sarah Wolf’s face, I know a devilish woman with a devilish idea when I see one.
*As Wolf gets up Cashe charges in with the Mark Of Jason (Bull Hammer) but as he comes in Wolf rolls under the elbow and comes back up to her feet. Cashe stops before hitting the turnbuckle and spins around at the same time as Wolf. Wolf sprays Black Mist from her mouth, but Cashe ducks, and the mist covers the top turnbuckle.
As Cashe ducks, he lunges forward and nails a short spear on Wolf. Cashe rolls to his feet and grabs Wolf by the head and begins lifting her up. As Cashe lifts Wolf up, she throws his hands off and goes to poke him in the eyes with her fingers that are covered in the black mist, but Cashe catches her hand by the wrist. Cashe boots Wolf in the stomach, and then spins around, grabbing her by the head and slamming her face into the top turnbuckle, and grinding her face into the mist-covered pad.
Cashe releases her head and steps backward. Wolf stumbles backward trying to wipe her eyes clean when Case nails her with the "U.T.I." / Under The Influence (Jumping Neckbreaker/Back to Back Cutter.). Cashe rolls on top for the cover. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… JASON CASHEEEEE!!!!
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Steve Cotton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… JASON CASHEEEEE!!!!
Marskson: HUGE WIN for Jason Cashe here tonight.
* As soon as Cashe has exitied through the curtain the house light drop and the arena is bathed in a golden glow, opulence oozing from every corner. The opening chords of "It’s My Time" by Fabulous reverberate through the speakers, filling the air with an aura of extravagance. Strobes of gold and platinum flash in harmony with the beat, casting a regal sheen across the canvas.
As the first verse kicks in, a curtain of shimmering pyrotechnics erupts, heralding the arrival of Jace Savage. He stands tall at the entrance ramp, surrounded by an entourage of sharply dressed bodyguards. The crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch, their voices echoing off the walls.
Jace exudes confidence with every step, his bespoke suit tailored to perfection, a testament to his unrivaled wealth. His presence commands attention, a living embodiment of opulence and power. He moves with the grace of a predator, each stride echoing through the arena.
The chorus hits, and Jace Savage raises his hand, adorned with a watch that could buy a small country. Diamonds glitter in the arena lights, a dazzling display of affluence. The crowd's reaction is mixed, as some cheer for the sheer spectacle, while others jeer at the ostentatious display.
Jace makes his way to the ring, pausing at strategic intervals to bask in the adulation and disdain. His gaze sweeps across the audience, acknowledging the awe and envy that radiates from their eyes. He ascends the steel steps with a calculated elegance, stepping through the ropes with a confidence that borders on arrogance.
Inside the ring, Jace Savage takes center stage, arms outstretched, reveling in the moment. He smirks, a knowing glint in his eye, as if he holds all the cards in this grand game. The music swells, reaching its zenith, and the arena explodes in a cacophony of cheers and boos, a testament to the polarizing figure that is Jace Savage. He looks around the arena with a smile on his face taking it all in. With a smirk on his face he begins. *
Jace Savage: “Columbus, Ohio! It’s great to be back! It’s been awhile hasn’t it? A few years since I have graced this town with my presence.”
*Looking over the crowd as some cheer. *
Jace Savage: “It seems like some of you know me.”
*Even louder boos. “And it seems even more of you remember who I am.” Jace smiles at the boos. *
Jace Savage: “As a gift for my return I have put one-thousand dollars in an envelope and placed it under every seat in the arena tonight!”
As the first verse kicks in, a curtain of shimmering pyrotechnics erupts, heralding the arrival of Jace Savage. He stands tall at the entrance ramp, surrounded by an entourage of sharply dressed bodyguards. The crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch, their voices echoing off the walls.
Jace exudes confidence with every step, his bespoke suit tailored to perfection, a testament to his unrivaled wealth. His presence commands attention, a living embodiment of opulence and power. He moves with the grace of a predator, each stride echoing through the arena.
The chorus hits, and Jace Savage raises his hand, adorned with a watch that could buy a small country. Diamonds glitter in the arena lights, a dazzling display of affluence. The crowd's reaction is mixed, as some cheer for the sheer spectacle, while others jeer at the ostentatious display.
Jace makes his way to the ring, pausing at strategic intervals to bask in the adulation and disdain. His gaze sweeps across the audience, acknowledging the awe and envy that radiates from their eyes. He ascends the steel steps with a calculated elegance, stepping through the ropes with a confidence that borders on arrogance.
Inside the ring, Jace Savage takes center stage, arms outstretched, reveling in the moment. He smirks, a knowing glint in his eye, as if he holds all the cards in this grand game. The music swells, reaching its zenith, and the arena explodes in a cacophony of cheers and boos, a testament to the polarizing figure that is Jace Savage. He looks around the arena with a smile on his face taking it all in. With a smirk on his face he begins. *
Jace Savage: “Columbus, Ohio! It’s great to be back! It’s been awhile hasn’t it? A few years since I have graced this town with my presence.”
*Looking over the crowd as some cheer. *
Jace Savage: “It seems like some of you know me.”
*Even louder boos. “And it seems even more of you remember who I am.” Jace smiles at the boos. *
Jace Savage: “As a gift for my return I have put one-thousand dollars in an envelope and placed it under every seat in the arena tonight!”
*The crowd goes nuts in cheering, fans all standing up to check, then a sudden rush of boos as Jace continues to laugh. *
Jace Savage: “Remember this…..Nothing in this world is free. I’m not here to give you handouts. I am not here to buy your likes. I’m not going to whore myself out so I get the thumbs up reaction from all of you. I am not a social media influencer. I am Jace Savage, I am the marquee you’ve come to see.”
Jace Savage: “Remember this…..Nothing in this world is free. I’m not here to give you handouts. I am not here to buy your likes. I’m not going to whore myself out so I get the thumbs up reaction from all of you. I am not a social media influencer. I am Jace Savage, I am the marquee you’ve come to see.”
*Jace lets the crowd continue with their mixed reactions. *
Jace Savage: “Now onto some business. When I signed with Thunder Pro Wrestling, I wasn’t aware Jason Cashe was a member of this roster”
Jace Savage: “Now onto some business. When I signed with Thunder Pro Wrestling, I wasn’t aware Jason Cashe was a member of this roster”
*The fans cheer at the mention of Cashe. *
Jason Savage: “So I decided tonight I will issue a challenge to him. Jason Cashe versus Jace Savage in a one on one at the next Friday Night Fury! What do you say Jason!?”
*Jace drops the mic as his music begins to play and he makes his way out of the ring. He meets up with his bodyguards and disappears behind the curtain as the scene fades to a commercal break. *
*Jace drops the mic as his music begins to play and he makes his way out of the ring. He meets up with his bodyguards and disappears behind the curtain as the scene fades to a commercal break. *
*The scene returns from the commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the #1 Contendership for the TPW Prestige Championship!
*The crowd gives a healthy pop, always excited when there’s more on the line than just pride.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, standing 5’11” and weighing 130 lbs, from Alameda, California, here is MICKEY 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.*
Markson: Mickey Killz had a strong debut last show, beating Allister McKissick, and now he’s got a chance to jump right into the title race here tonight.
Napier: Leave it to Greg The Handyman to just hand out title shots to any newcomer, while ignoring the Cabal!
Markson: The Cabal’s already booked at the PPV, remember, Napier?
Napier: And your point is?
Steve Cotton: And now his opponent… standing 5’4” and weighing 125 lbs, from Paradise Valley, Arizona, here is ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!
*“Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next.
Markson: Hernandez got to this point by taking down the Caribbean Queen on Thursday Night Thunder.
Napier: That barely even counts as a real match.
Markson: So you think you could take down the Caribbean Queen, Nick?
Napier: … Would I have to fight her cabana boys first?
*The bell rings, beginning this important contest for both wrestlers.*
Markson: The winner here goes to Night of the Living Dead to take on CJ O’Donnell, who’s been fairly quiet since his triumphant victory over Jason Cashe at Gladiator’s Ball.
Napier: I’m sure O’Donnell will be watching this match very closely, if only to see how easy he’s got it.
*Hernandez has come out of her corner, ready to put on a show. Killz, though, is still vibing with the audience. He finally comes forward, pointing towards Hernandez and talking to her about another after-party scheduled for tonight. He is apparently describing a pony that will be there, but Hernandez just shakes her head and tells Killz that it’s time to fight. Killz reluctantly nods, saying that they’ll party later, before the two finally lock up.*
*Hernandez strikes first, twisting behind Killz with an armlock. But Killz immediately works the reversal, twisting it around so he’s in control. Hernandez answers by pushing them both into the ropes, whipping Kills across, no, Killz reverses again, and Hernandez takes the run. She comes back, leaping over Killz as he flattens on the mat. On Hernandez’s return, Killz goes for the armdrag takedown, but Hernandez rolls right through it, getting up quickly and catching a surprised Killz with her own armdrag takedown. He hops up, even as Hernandez pops to her feet as well, with the two facing off to the cheer of the TPW crowd.*
Markson: Both wrestlers starting off strong right out of the gate!
Napier: If Mickey can keep his damn mind on business and not the after-party, we might have a good one here…
*The two wrestlers circle each other, a little more cautious now after the last series. They lock up again, this time with Hernandez getting a headlock on Killz. He lifts her up, though, looking to toss her off, only for Hernandez to reverse and get behind him, dropkicking him towards the corner. Killz turns around in the corner, seeing Hernandez rushing at him, and he quickly dodges to the side, with Hernandez barely stopping herself from a nasty crash, grabbing the ropes on either side.*
*As Hernandez turns around, though, Killz has already built up a head of steam as he runs in a quick circle, charging back at her. Before Hernandez can move, Killz comes flying in with the Taste It running elbow, snapping Hernandez’ head back with the blow! With Hernandez stunned, Killz drags her quickly out of the corner and locks her up, lifting her into the air and landing the Yerd? (Fisherman Brainbuster)!! He hangs onto her, twisting around for the cover, as referee Villano 16 is there for the count.*
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And Hernandez frees herself, avoiding the pin!*
Markson: An impressive combination of moves there from Mickey Killz, as he’s once again proving that you can’t judge a book by its cover!
Napier: I’ll say. His cover is basically for a coloring book for school dropouts, after all!
*Killz brings Hernandez back up to her feet, intent on continuing the attack. He takes a moment to point out to the crowd, bouncing his head to a tune that only he can hear. He shoots Hernandez towards the ropes, doing a spin as he prepares for his next move. But Hernandez is already springing off the ropes, flying back at the surprised wrestler with a handspring back elbow! It lands perfectly, knocking Kills onto his back. Hernandez is quickly up, rushing over to Killz before he can fully rise and grabbing him to apply a Fujiwara armbar!*
*Villano 16 circles around, watching as Killz fights against the hold, fighting to get free. Hernandez has it expertly applied, pulling back on the arm as if she wants to take it home with her. Killz refuses to submit, though, as he starts using his weight advantage to fight towards the bottom rope nearby. Hernandez tries to keep him back, using every second of the submission to do damage to her opponent, but Killz finally makes it, causing Villano 16 to call for the break. Hernandez releases it at once, not having expected it to end the match, but knowing that she did wear Killz down.*
Markson: Hernandez is showing the skills and determination that made her the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion!
Napier: You made that name up, right?
Markson: It’s a very prestigious championship, Nick!
Napier: Yeah, well, nothing matters more than TPW gold to me…
*The two wrestlers are up again, with Hernandez working over Killz in the corner with a few slicing chops. But Killz manages to reverse it, throwing Hernandez into the corner instead, and starts landing a Flurry of Blows! He smashes away at Hernandez, before going for the final coup de grace, the headbutt. But Hernandez manages to avoid it, ducking to the side, causing Hernandez to headbutt the turnbuckle instead!*
As Killz staggers, dazed, Hernandez quickly pulls herself up on the ‘buckle, setting herself in place. She leaps onto Killz, going for a flying crossbody splash! But Killz jumps as Hernandez comes in, catching her and turning it into a falling backbreaker, cracking Hernandez across both of his knees!! Hernandez reels in pain on the mat, badly hurting, as Kills manages to shake off his own aches from the maneuver. He quickly twists himself around, catching Hernandez with his legs, and twisting her down into the Whippit Choke!! Hernandez is in trouble, fighting frantically as Killz looks to knock her out!*
Napier: That’s going to do it for Andrea! Time to go to sleep!
Markson: If she doesn’t want her title dreams to end here, she’s got to find a way to escape!
*Hernandez struggles, starting to fade as the life is being choked out of her. Killz keeps working the hold, knowing that he’s got this one under control. Hernandez, meanwhile, pushes up once more, trying to stay alive… as Villano 16 drops, counting on the mat!*
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And Killz shoots his shoulder back up off the campus, having nearly been counted out! He still maintains the hold, though, still trying to get Hernandez all the way down. But again, Hernandez pushes back, still fighting, and once again Killz’ shoulders are on the mat!*
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And Killz releases the hold, making sure he can get himself free of the pin! Hernandez topples to the side, gasping as she takes in some air, even as Killz pulls himself up to his feet, looking a tad disheartened that he wasn’t able to end things there. He instead moves to the side, preparing himself to land a Sick Kick to his opponent. As Hernandez gets up, Killz moves in, lashing out… and Hernandez blocks it, then turns Killz around, grabbing him to land a modified Destiny Drop!! Both wrestlers are down, breathing heavily, as Villano 16 starts a 10 count above them.*
Markson: It’s really been a back-and-forth contest, but someone’s got to find a way to seize the victory here!
Napier: Well, technically, they could both be counted out, Mark, which would mean that O’Donnell would still need an opponent for NOTLD, and I know members of the Cabal would…
Markson: IT’S NOT GOING TO BE THE CABAL, NICK!!
Napier: Okay, geez! Can’t blame a guy for trying!
*Hernandez manages to get up first, still favoring her neck from the choke she was in earlier. She grabs at Killz, pulling him up, and sets him in place for the Phoenix Backbreaker! But Killz reverses out of it, grabbing an off-balance Hernandez by the head and getting a spinning neckbreaker! Hernandez is down, as Killz hops up. He immediately turns, making his way to the turnbuckle and going up. He sets in place, ready for the Flight to Alameda as he waits for a dazed Hernandez to get back to her feet!*
*As soon as Hernandez is up and begins to turn, Killz leaps off, going for the flying clothesline from the second rope. But Hernandez twists into it, catching Killz on the way down and turning it into a modified bulldog!! Killz hits hard, knocked senseless, as Hernandez struggles back to her feet. She goes to the same turnbuckle, yanking herself up to the top, before turning back and getting her hands in the air. She takes to the sky… and lands the Flight of the Phoenix!! The crowd pops for the maneuver as Villano 16 slides in for the count…
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and the new #1 Contender to the TPW Prestige Championship… ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!
Markson: What a match! Suffice to say, Hernandez had to earn this one, as Mickey Killz nearly took it on multiple occasions!
Napier: I’ll give her credit, it was a hell of a victory. But now she’s got to face CJ O’Donnell, and I don’t see her faring any better than Jason Cashe did!
Markson: Well, we’ll find out when they meet at Night of the Living Dead!
*Hernandez gets her hand raised by Villano 16, looking confident in victory. She gives the well-known signal of wearing a championship belt around her waist, proclaiming that she will, indeed, become the Prestige Champion. *
*The crowd gives a healthy pop, always excited when there’s more on the line than just pride.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, standing 5’11” and weighing 130 lbs, from Alameda, California, here is MICKEY 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.*
Markson: Mickey Killz had a strong debut last show, beating Allister McKissick, and now he’s got a chance to jump right into the title race here tonight.
Napier: Leave it to Greg The Handyman to just hand out title shots to any newcomer, while ignoring the Cabal!
Markson: The Cabal’s already booked at the PPV, remember, Napier?
Napier: And your point is?
Steve Cotton: And now his opponent… standing 5’4” and weighing 125 lbs, from Paradise Valley, Arizona, here is ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!
*“Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next.
Markson: Hernandez got to this point by taking down the Caribbean Queen on Thursday Night Thunder.
Napier: That barely even counts as a real match.
Markson: So you think you could take down the Caribbean Queen, Nick?
Napier: … Would I have to fight her cabana boys first?
*The bell rings, beginning this important contest for both wrestlers.*
Markson: The winner here goes to Night of the Living Dead to take on CJ O’Donnell, who’s been fairly quiet since his triumphant victory over Jason Cashe at Gladiator’s Ball.
Napier: I’m sure O’Donnell will be watching this match very closely, if only to see how easy he’s got it.
*Hernandez has come out of her corner, ready to put on a show. Killz, though, is still vibing with the audience. He finally comes forward, pointing towards Hernandez and talking to her about another after-party scheduled for tonight. He is apparently describing a pony that will be there, but Hernandez just shakes her head and tells Killz that it’s time to fight. Killz reluctantly nods, saying that they’ll party later, before the two finally lock up.*
*Hernandez strikes first, twisting behind Killz with an armlock. But Killz immediately works the reversal, twisting it around so he’s in control. Hernandez answers by pushing them both into the ropes, whipping Kills across, no, Killz reverses again, and Hernandez takes the run. She comes back, leaping over Killz as he flattens on the mat. On Hernandez’s return, Killz goes for the armdrag takedown, but Hernandez rolls right through it, getting up quickly and catching a surprised Killz with her own armdrag takedown. He hops up, even as Hernandez pops to her feet as well, with the two facing off to the cheer of the TPW crowd.*
Markson: Both wrestlers starting off strong right out of the gate!
Napier: If Mickey can keep his damn mind on business and not the after-party, we might have a good one here…
*The two wrestlers circle each other, a little more cautious now after the last series. They lock up again, this time with Hernandez getting a headlock on Killz. He lifts her up, though, looking to toss her off, only for Hernandez to reverse and get behind him, dropkicking him towards the corner. Killz turns around in the corner, seeing Hernandez rushing at him, and he quickly dodges to the side, with Hernandez barely stopping herself from a nasty crash, grabbing the ropes on either side.*
*As Hernandez turns around, though, Killz has already built up a head of steam as he runs in a quick circle, charging back at her. Before Hernandez can move, Killz comes flying in with the Taste It running elbow, snapping Hernandez’ head back with the blow! With Hernandez stunned, Killz drags her quickly out of the corner and locks her up, lifting her into the air and landing the Yerd? (Fisherman Brainbuster)!! He hangs onto her, twisting around for the cover, as referee Villano 16 is there for the count.*
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And Hernandez frees herself, avoiding the pin!*
Markson: An impressive combination of moves there from Mickey Killz, as he’s once again proving that you can’t judge a book by its cover!
Napier: I’ll say. His cover is basically for a coloring book for school dropouts, after all!
*Killz brings Hernandez back up to her feet, intent on continuing the attack. He takes a moment to point out to the crowd, bouncing his head to a tune that only he can hear. He shoots Hernandez towards the ropes, doing a spin as he prepares for his next move. But Hernandez is already springing off the ropes, flying back at the surprised wrestler with a handspring back elbow! It lands perfectly, knocking Kills onto his back. Hernandez is quickly up, rushing over to Killz before he can fully rise and grabbing him to apply a Fujiwara armbar!*
*Villano 16 circles around, watching as Killz fights against the hold, fighting to get free. Hernandez has it expertly applied, pulling back on the arm as if she wants to take it home with her. Killz refuses to submit, though, as he starts using his weight advantage to fight towards the bottom rope nearby. Hernandez tries to keep him back, using every second of the submission to do damage to her opponent, but Killz finally makes it, causing Villano 16 to call for the break. Hernandez releases it at once, not having expected it to end the match, but knowing that she did wear Killz down.*
Markson: Hernandez is showing the skills and determination that made her the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion!
Napier: You made that name up, right?
Markson: It’s a very prestigious championship, Nick!
Napier: Yeah, well, nothing matters more than TPW gold to me…
*The two wrestlers are up again, with Hernandez working over Killz in the corner with a few slicing chops. But Killz manages to reverse it, throwing Hernandez into the corner instead, and starts landing a Flurry of Blows! He smashes away at Hernandez, before going for the final coup de grace, the headbutt. But Hernandez manages to avoid it, ducking to the side, causing Hernandez to headbutt the turnbuckle instead!*
As Killz staggers, dazed, Hernandez quickly pulls herself up on the ‘buckle, setting herself in place. She leaps onto Killz, going for a flying crossbody splash! But Killz jumps as Hernandez comes in, catching her and turning it into a falling backbreaker, cracking Hernandez across both of his knees!! Hernandez reels in pain on the mat, badly hurting, as Kills manages to shake off his own aches from the maneuver. He quickly twists himself around, catching Hernandez with his legs, and twisting her down into the Whippit Choke!! Hernandez is in trouble, fighting frantically as Killz looks to knock her out!*
Napier: That’s going to do it for Andrea! Time to go to sleep!
Markson: If she doesn’t want her title dreams to end here, she’s got to find a way to escape!
*Hernandez struggles, starting to fade as the life is being choked out of her. Killz keeps working the hold, knowing that he’s got this one under control. Hernandez, meanwhile, pushes up once more, trying to stay alive… as Villano 16 drops, counting on the mat!*
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And Killz shoots his shoulder back up off the campus, having nearly been counted out! He still maintains the hold, though, still trying to get Hernandez all the way down. But again, Hernandez pushes back, still fighting, and once again Killz’ shoulders are on the mat!*
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And Killz releases the hold, making sure he can get himself free of the pin! Hernandez topples to the side, gasping as she takes in some air, even as Killz pulls himself up to his feet, looking a tad disheartened that he wasn’t able to end things there. He instead moves to the side, preparing himself to land a Sick Kick to his opponent. As Hernandez gets up, Killz moves in, lashing out… and Hernandez blocks it, then turns Killz around, grabbing him to land a modified Destiny Drop!! Both wrestlers are down, breathing heavily, as Villano 16 starts a 10 count above them.*
Markson: It’s really been a back-and-forth contest, but someone’s got to find a way to seize the victory here!
Napier: Well, technically, they could both be counted out, Mark, which would mean that O’Donnell would still need an opponent for NOTLD, and I know members of the Cabal would…
Markson: IT’S NOT GOING TO BE THE CABAL, NICK!!
Napier: Okay, geez! Can’t blame a guy for trying!
*Hernandez manages to get up first, still favoring her neck from the choke she was in earlier. She grabs at Killz, pulling him up, and sets him in place for the Phoenix Backbreaker! But Killz reverses out of it, grabbing an off-balance Hernandez by the head and getting a spinning neckbreaker! Hernandez is down, as Killz hops up. He immediately turns, making his way to the turnbuckle and going up. He sets in place, ready for the Flight to Alameda as he waits for a dazed Hernandez to get back to her feet!*
*As soon as Hernandez is up and begins to turn, Killz leaps off, going for the flying clothesline from the second rope. But Hernandez twists into it, catching Killz on the way down and turning it into a modified bulldog!! Killz hits hard, knocked senseless, as Hernandez struggles back to her feet. She goes to the same turnbuckle, yanking herself up to the top, before turning back and getting her hands in the air. She takes to the sky… and lands the Flight of the Phoenix!! The crowd pops for the maneuver as Villano 16 slides in for the count…
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THREE!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and the new #1 Contender to the TPW Prestige Championship… ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!
Markson: What a match! Suffice to say, Hernandez had to earn this one, as Mickey Killz nearly took it on multiple occasions!
Napier: I’ll give her credit, it was a hell of a victory. But now she’s got to face CJ O’Donnell, and I don’t see her faring any better than Jason Cashe did!
Markson: Well, we’ll find out when they meet at Night of the Living Dead!
*Hernandez gets her hand raised by Villano 16, looking confident in victory. She gives the well-known signal of wearing a championship belt around her waist, proclaiming that she will, indeed, become the Prestige Champion. *
Napier: WAIT A SECOND! WHAT!?! YES!?!
Markson: What? What is it]
*Before Nick can answer the shot cuts backstage to a bloody Maxwell Mason Stone crawling on his belly down a hallway. His hair is tattered, and blood covers his nose and runs down to his chin. MMS tries pushing himself up, but as he does se see a large black boot slam into his back and shove him to the floor.
Thumbtacks then begin to rain down onto the ground in front of Maxwell's face. A large pile forms up as MMS tries to shake the cobwebs free. But suddenly we see his arms move backward and up and his body being lifted up as in a surf board manucer. Then we see the large boot on his face again, and MMS being stompped down face first into the pile of tacks. The shot then slowly pans up to reveal the attacker. *
*SuMa grabs the camnera and as his massive hands cover the lens the scene cuts to a commercial break. *
*The shot returns from commercial break to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the main event. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is... YOUR MAIN EVENT!!!
*The crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first at a total combined weight of 649, the team of Larry Tact, Matt Knox, and one half of the TPW Duos champions, ALESSIA ANGELO!!!
*The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox. Knox's music fades and he stands like a statue.
In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, the THUNDERAMANIACS rise to their feet throughout the arena and cheer, the beating heart of TPW about to burst!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, next to Knox. Larry's music fades and the two men stand next to one another.
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Terry-Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
SAGE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of the former International Champion himself, Larry Tact, standing on stage, next to Knox. Larry's music fades and the two men stand next to one another.
The lights in the arena dim - just a little, but enough to mark a change. A single spotlight on the stage picks up Alessia emerges from a blast of fog. Alessia moves into the middle of Knox and Tact. The three warriors nod their head at each other and head to the ring. *
Steve Cotton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!
*The crowd begins to boo wildly. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing at a total combined weight of 534lbs, the team of El Diablo Blano, "The War Queen" Leah Aguero, and the WGWF World champion, AND, TPW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION... PETER VAUGHN... THIS IS... THE CAAAAABAAAALLLL!!!
*"The Stroke" by Billy Squier begins to play over the PA as Alexander Marshall walks out onto the entrance. Behind Alexander are Vaughn, El Diablo Blanco, and Leah. Alexander and The Cabal soak in the boos from the Columbus crowd, making them laugh and sneer. Alexander huddles the team up for a last minute meeting, and as they break the huddle Alexander heads to the back while The Cabal head to the ring. *
Markson:A huge match here tonight, a lot hangs in the balance.
Napier: After this match tonight I bet Marshall's Morons are too afraid to show up to Night of the Living Dead for War Games.
Markson: Everyone Fury you say a lot of dumb things Nick, but that is right up there with the dumbest of them.
*Leah begins the match for her team, and upon seeing Leah in the ring, Alessia tags herself in by smacking the back of Tact. Tact looks at Alessia, smiles, and nods his head. Alessia jumps into the ring and Leah smirks at her. The bell sounds and Alessia charges at Leah. Leah is not one to back down charges head-on as well. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and immediately begin trading right hands.
Alessia rocks Leah with a right, and Leah responds with a big right of her own. Alessia then lands another right, and as Leah goes to respond with another right hook, but Alessia catches Leah’s arm and Judo hip-tosses Leah overhead to the mat. Alessia pulls Leah’s arm straight, drives a knee into the elbow of Leah, and then goes right into a cross armbar. Leah begins screaming in pain and trying to fight off the hold, when Peter Vaughn jumps in and stomps the head of Alessia, this brings Matt Knox in.
Referee Mullet begins holding Knox back while yelling at Vaughn to get out of the ring. El D jumps into the ring, which draws Tact in as well. Referee Mullter tries standing between the two teams but the tension is quickly boiling over. *
Markson: You had to know this match was going to get out of control, but it’s getting really ugly really fast.
Napier: It was ugly the minute Matt Knox walked through the curtain. How’s such a fugly guy produced so many children?
*Ref Mullet is threatening to throw the match out when both teams drive past him and begin battering each other. Alessia and Leah pair off, while El D and Larry pair off, and Vaughn and Knox fight it out. Knox drives Vaughn back to the ropes and then grabs him and whips him off the ropes. As Vaughn hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring he catches the top rope and hops out. Knox goes to chase after him but as he does Ref Mullet steps in his way and orders him to his corner.
Meanwhile with Ref Mullet distracted El D goes low on Tact with a kick between the legs. Tact falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, and El D turns his attention to Alessia who is firing some kicks into the stomach of a slumped-over Leah in the corner. El D charges in from behind, but Alessia senses him coming and moves out of the way and EL D runs into Leah. El D is shocked and trying to apologize to Leah when Alessia grabs El D from behind and drops him on his head with a German suplex. *
Markson: OH MY! It looks like The Cabal is ready to head for the hills.
Napier: SHUT UP! The Cabal has everything under control.
Markson: It sure doesn’t look that way.
*Alessia snapmares Leah out of the corner and grabs an armbar on her as Ref Mullet has finally restored order, for the time being at least. Alessia pulls Leah up and drives her back into her corner where she tags in Knox. Knox hops into the ring and kicks the arm of Leah that Alessia was holding for him. Alessia hops out of the ring as Knox grabs the arm of Leah and arm drags her to the mat. Knox hops to his feet, charges to the ropes, and comes off with a lionsault onto Leah. Knox begins to go for the pin, but hops to his feet as he sees Vaughn begin to step into the ring.
Vaughn stops and laughs as he points at his head. Knox smears and lifts Leah up as he stands up. As Knox continues to glare at Vaughn, Leah throws his hand off and blast Knox in the jaw with an elbow. Leah follows up with a hard kick to the stomach. Leah grabs Knox and whips him into her corner, but as Knox heads to the corner, he leaps and nails Vaughn with a kick, knocking him off the apron. Knox then spins around but is met by Leah with a running big boot that sends Knox slumping into the corner. Leah tags in El D, and as El D comes in they both begin choking Knox with their boots. *
Markson: Matt Knox sent Peter Vaughn flying off the apron, but he’s paying for taking his attention off of Leah Aguero.
Napier: Matt Knox is a cheap shot artist, and he’s going to find out that it doesn’t pay to be cheap.
*Leah steps out of the ring as El D pulls Knox to his feet and out of the corner. El D hooks Knox for a snap suplex, but Knox spins out and pulls El D into a rip-cord elbow. El D is stunned, and Knox drops him with a discus elbow. Knox then moves to his corner and tags in Tact. Tact heads right to the top rope for his Dive to Blue" Top Rope Elbow Drop. As Tact stands up straight on the top turnbuckle, Vaughn jumps from the floor and grabs the top rope, shaking it violently. The shaking causes Tact to fall and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle.
Knox immediately jumps off the apron and heads for Vaughn. Alessia looks over to see Leah headed for her on the floor and Alessia acts first, running and diving off the apron with a Thesz press onto Leah. Back in the ring, El D sees Tact straddled on the top turnbuckle and rolls to his feet. El D grabs Tact by the head, drags him out, and drops him with a hanging DDT. El D quickly rolls Tact over and makes the pin. *
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Alessia rocks Leah with a right, and Leah responds with a big right of her own. Alessia then lands another right, and as Leah goes to respond with another right hook, but Alessia catches Leah’s arm and Judo hip-tosses Leah overhead to the mat. Alessia pulls Leah’s arm straight, drives a knee into the elbow of Leah, and then goes right into a cross armbar. Leah begins screaming in pain and trying to fight off the hold, when Peter Vaughn jumps in and stomps the head of Alessia, this brings Matt Knox in.
Referee Mullet begins holding Knox back while yelling at Vaughn to get out of the ring. El D jumps into the ring, which draws Tact in as well. Referee Mullter tries standing between the two teams but the tension is quickly boiling over. *
Markson: You had to know this match was going to get out of control, but it’s getting really ugly really fast.
Napier: It was ugly the minute Matt Knox walked through the curtain. How’s such a fugly guy produced so many children?
*Ref Mullet is threatening to throw the match out when both teams drive past him and begin battering each other. Alessia and Leah pair off, while El D and Larry pair off, and Vaughn and Knox fight it out. Knox drives Vaughn back to the ropes and then grabs him and whips him off the ropes. As Vaughn hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring he catches the top rope and hops out. Knox goes to chase after him but as he does Ref Mullet steps in his way and orders him to his corner.
Meanwhile with Ref Mullet distracted El D goes low on Tact with a kick between the legs. Tact falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, and El D turns his attention to Alessia who is firing some kicks into the stomach of a slumped-over Leah in the corner. El D charges in from behind, but Alessia senses him coming and moves out of the way and EL D runs into Leah. El D is shocked and trying to apologize to Leah when Alessia grabs El D from behind and drops him on his head with a German suplex. *
Markson: OH MY! It looks like The Cabal is ready to head for the hills.
Napier: SHUT UP! The Cabal has everything under control.
Markson: It sure doesn’t look that way.
*Alessia snapmares Leah out of the corner and grabs an armbar on her as Ref Mullet has finally restored order, for the time being at least. Alessia pulls Leah up and drives her back into her corner where she tags in Knox. Knox hops into the ring and kicks the arm of Leah that Alessia was holding for him. Alessia hops out of the ring as Knox grabs the arm of Leah and arm drags her to the mat. Knox hops to his feet, charges to the ropes, and comes off with a lionsault onto Leah. Knox begins to go for the pin, but hops to his feet as he sees Vaughn begin to step into the ring.
Vaughn stops and laughs as he points at his head. Knox smears and lifts Leah up as he stands up. As Knox continues to glare at Vaughn, Leah throws his hand off and blast Knox in the jaw with an elbow. Leah follows up with a hard kick to the stomach. Leah grabs Knox and whips him into her corner, but as Knox heads to the corner, he leaps and nails Vaughn with a kick, knocking him off the apron. Knox then spins around but is met by Leah with a running big boot that sends Knox slumping into the corner. Leah tags in El D, and as El D comes in they both begin choking Knox with their boots. *
Markson: Matt Knox sent Peter Vaughn flying off the apron, but he’s paying for taking his attention off of Leah Aguero.
Napier: Matt Knox is a cheap shot artist, and he’s going to find out that it doesn’t pay to be cheap.
*Leah steps out of the ring as El D pulls Knox to his feet and out of the corner. El D hooks Knox for a snap suplex, but Knox spins out and pulls El D into a rip-cord elbow. El D is stunned, and Knox drops him with a discus elbow. Knox then moves to his corner and tags in Tact. Tact heads right to the top rope for his Dive to Blue" Top Rope Elbow Drop. As Tact stands up straight on the top turnbuckle, Vaughn jumps from the floor and grabs the top rope, shaking it violently. The shaking causes Tact to fall and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle.
Knox immediately jumps off the apron and heads for Vaughn. Alessia looks over to see Leah headed for her on the floor and Alessia acts first, running and diving off the apron with a Thesz press onto Leah. Back in the ring, El D sees Tact straddled on the top turnbuckle and rolls to his feet. El D grabs Tact by the head, drags him out, and drops him with a hanging DDT. El D quickly rolls Tact over and makes the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
Markson: Larry Tact is able to kick out, even after that heinous shortcut taken by The Cabal.
Napier: Heinous? Look at Matt Knox and Alessia Angelo wanting to brawl on the outside, who are the real rule-breakers here?
*The Cabal, Knox, and Alessia are separated on the outside as Ref Mullet again threatens to throw the match out. Meanwhile with his back turned, El D has taken the time to begin choking Tact. As Ref Mullet turns around El D releases his chokehold, and then grabs Tact and drags him back to his corner. El D tags Vaughn in and then moves back to hold Tact down by the legs as Vaughn goes to the top rope. Vaughn leaps off with a top rope splash coming down hard onto Tact. El D rolls out of the ring and Vaughn rolls to his feet.
Vaughn pulls Tact up to a seated position, turns and charges into the ropes, and comes off with a jumping dropkick to the back of Tact’s head. Tact is sent rolling butt over head and left laying on the mat as Vaughn spins up and poses in front of Knox and Alessia, which brings them into the ring. Ref Mullet immediately jumps in front of them and stops them as El D and Leah jump into the ring. Leah grabs one of Tact’s legs and El D grabs the other. Vaughn jumps to the middle turnbuckle and comes off dropping an elbow between Tact’s legs. El D and Leah then snap Tact’s legs apart with a wishbone. *
Markson: OH COME ON! What a disgusting attack by The Cabal.
Napier: Larry Tact already has kids, what’s it matter?
Markson: Don’t be foul Nick.
*Ref Mullet turns around to see Vaughn tagging out to Leah. Leah steps in, turns her back to Tact, grabs the top rope, leaps to the middle turnbuckle, then to the top turnbuckle and finally comes off with a springboard moonsault to Tact. Leah makes the cover hooking the leg.
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Alessia breaks the pin up by pulling Leah off. Ref Mullet in an effort to keep control immediately begins ordering Alessia out of the ring. Alessia follows order and heads right out, but not before Leah takes advantage of the distraction to pull Tact’s legs apart and stomp him low.
Tact rolls to his knees, holding himself in pain and Leah moves in. Leah goes for a roundhouse kick to the head, but Tact throws his arms up blocking it. Tact immediately firs a hard right hand the stomach of Leah that doubles her over. Tact follows up with a right to the face of Leah that staggers her. Tact pushes himself to his feet when Leah charges. Tact sees her coming and catches Leah with a big spinebuster. Tact then begins crawling to his corner slowly. *
Markson: HUGE SPINEBUSTER! Come on Larry, make the tag.
Napier: Bias much there Mark?
Markson: Well isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black?
*Tact is on all fours and stretches his arm out to make a tag, and just as he is about to tag in Knox, El D drops an elbow on the back of Tact. El D grabs Tact by the leg and begins dragging him back, as Ref Mullet orders El D out of the ring. El D immediately jumps out, but this has given Leah time to get up. Leah grabs Tact and pulls him closer to her turnbuckle before tagging in El D.
El D immediately heads to the top rope as Leah grabs the legs of Tact and pulls them up and apart. El D gets to the top turnbuckle and screams “WAAAZZZZ UPPP!!!” and Leah screams “WAZZZUPP!” back. El D then jumps off the top rope and drops a headbutt onto Tact’s lower region. *
Markson: What in the heck was that?
Napier: I dunno, but the fans seem to love it.
*Leah rolls out of the ring as El D stands above Tact. El D pulls his elbow pad off and throws it into the crowd. A fan catches the elbow pad and immediately throws it back in. El D just shrugs and then swings his arms around before hitting the ropes. El D goes past Tact and hits the ropes again, but when he comes back this time drops the most electrifying move in TPW, the Backyard Elbow (The People’s Elbow).
El D comes right up to his feet and poses to the crowd and they immediately begin booing. El D smiles under his mask and then heads to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top. El D gets to the top and leaps off with Feeling Froggy (Top Rope Splash), but as he comes down Tact pulls his knees up, and El D lands stomach first across the knees of Tact. El D rolls around on the mat holding his stomach while Vaughn and Leah begin screaming for him to tag. Tact meanwhile begins crawling towards his corner where both Knox and Alessia have their hands out for a tag. *
Markson: COME ON LARRY!
Napier: SHUT UP MARK! COME ON EL D! GET OUT HERE HELODERMA!!!
*El D rolls to his corner and tags in Vaughn. Vaughn leaps in and charges for Tact. Vaughn grabs Tact’s ankle at the last second and begins trying to drag him out of the corner. Tact digs both hands and his free foot into the mat and lunges his body forward, breaking free of Vaughn’s grasp and tagging in Knox causing the crowd to erupt with a massive pop.
Vaughn begins backing up with his hands up as Knox leaps into the ring and charges for Vaughn. Vaughn goes for a quick right hook, but Knox ducks and comes up with an inside crescent kick that drops Vaughn. Leah comes charging across the ring, but Knox sees her coming and greets her with a spinning sidekick to the stomach that drops her. Knox turns to see El D coming and greets El D with a pump kick to the chest that drops him. *
Markson: MATT KNOX IS A HOUSE OF FIRE!!!
Napier: I hope El Diablo Blanco sets him on fire again.
*Knox turns back to Vaughn, grabbing him, and beginning to pull him up. Vaughn reaches up, grabs Knox by the ears, and drops down into a jawbreaker on Knox. Knox staggers back holding his jaw and left ear, as Vuaghn charges forward. Knox tries to catch Vaughn, but Vaughn counters into a Tilt-A-Whirl, but Knox flips Vaughn through it and as Vaughn lands on his feet, Knox nails him with a knee strike to the chin.
Vaughn is rocked when Knox grabs him in a Muay Thai clinch. Knox then begins delivering vicious plum and knee combinations in the clinch. With Vaughn rocked and seemingly out on his feet, Knox transitions the clinch into a double-arm DDT. Knox spikes Vaughn and rolls him over for the pin. *
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LEAH BREAKS THE PIN UP!
Markson: OH MY! Matt Knox was close to putting Peter Vaughn away.
Napier: NO HE WASN’T! Stop spreading false information Mark.
*Leah slams a boot into the head of Knox dazing him while she breaks up the pin. Ref Mullet is ordering Leah out, but before she can respond she is smashed in the side of the head with a forearm from Alessia. Leah is dazed when Alessia grabs Leah and gives her a T-Bone suplex over the top rope to the outside.
Alessia turns around and is clotheslined over the top rope by El D. El D turns around to go after Knox, but when he turns Knox is already up and meets El D with a One one-legged codebreaker. El D is rocked and dazed when Tact plants a foot into the stomach of El D, doubling him over. Tact grabs El D and gives him “Star Power” (Release Powerbomb into Backstabber). *
Markson: YES! Break his back and make him humble.
Napier: HERE COMES THE CALVARY!!!
*Chris Page, Heloderma, and Alexander Marshall come rushing down the entranceway. Tact and Knox stand side by side and point at them, ready for battle. Meanwhile, Leah and Alessia have tumbled over the security railing and are brawling in the crowd with security trying to get them back into the ringside area. Knox looks at Tact and nods his head, Tact looks at him and nods his head as well as the rest of The Cabal get to ringside. Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. *
Markson: What is this?
Napier: I don’t know, and I don’t like that I don’t know.
*The lights come back on to reveal Terry Marshall and Zolton standing side by side in front of the Cabal. *
Markson: IT’S ZOLTON! ZOLTON IS HERE, AND HE IS WITH TERRY MARSHALL!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! IS HE THE FOURTH MEMBER OF MARSHALL’S MANIACS!?!
Markson: It sure looks that way.
*At the sight of Zolton and Terry Marshall, Alexander Marshall turns and begins running up the entranceway. Zolton drops Helodrema with a headbutt to the face as Terry Marshall takes off chasing Alexander. Zolton then begins brawling with Chris Page as the two men begin heading up the entranceway.
With everyone distracted Vaughn lands a hard low blow onto Tact from behind. Tact crumbles to the mat and rolls to his corner. Knox turns as Vaughn is getting up and lands a big pump kick to the chest of Vaughn that sends Vaughn back into the ropes. As Vaughn hits the ropes Leah hops onto the apron and makes the blind tag. Vaughn staggers forward into a standing fireman’s carry from Knox as he looks for his move called Into The Void (GTS).
As Knox picks Vaughn up he sees Leah getting into the ring. Knox steps forward and throws Vaughn off his shoulders into Leah. Knox turns around to see El D sliding into the ring. Knox charges for a discus elbow, but El D ducks, and drops down pulling the ropes down, causing Knox to go over the ropes and as he does Alessia hops up for a tag. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo got the tag I don't The Cabal saw it.
Napier: It’s three on one, we got this Mark.
*Alessia slingshots into the ring, and as she does catches El D with a Ace Crusher.
Alessia rolls up and sees Vaughn coming toward her. Vaughn tries to grab Alessia, but she quickly ducks under and grabs him in a waistlock for a German suplex. Alessia goes to lift, but Vaughn fires an elbow backward into Alessia's head. Vaughn then does a standing switch, going behind Alessia.
Vaughn spins Alessia around and goes for The Key Holder (Ripcord DDT), but as Vaughn hooks the DDT Alessia spins out countering into her Agony Angel (A crucifix armbar submission - locking her opponents’ arms wide. She’s cold, usually avoiding any taunts or screaming while she pulls the arm back, just gritting her teeth and yanking as hard as she can). *
Markson: Alessia Angelo has Peter Vaughn hooked in the middle of the ring. TAP OR SNAP VAUGHN!!!
Napier: Peter Vaughn isn't the legal man you idiot.
*As if in cue of Napier saying that, Leah appears and nails Alessia in the head with The Endgame (Punt Kick). Alessia is knocked out and Leah makes the pin. Tact and Knox try to dive in but El D and Heloderma grab their legs keeping them out. *
Markson: Larry Tact is able to kick out, even after that heinous shortcut taken by The Cabal.
Napier: Heinous? Look at Matt Knox and Alessia Angelo wanting to brawl on the outside, who are the real rule-breakers here?
*The Cabal, Knox, and Alessia are separated on the outside as Ref Mullet again threatens to throw the match out. Meanwhile with his back turned, El D has taken the time to begin choking Tact. As Ref Mullet turns around El D releases his chokehold, and then grabs Tact and drags him back to his corner. El D tags Vaughn in and then moves back to hold Tact down by the legs as Vaughn goes to the top rope. Vaughn leaps off with a top rope splash coming down hard onto Tact. El D rolls out of the ring and Vaughn rolls to his feet.
Vaughn pulls Tact up to a seated position, turns and charges into the ropes, and comes off with a jumping dropkick to the back of Tact’s head. Tact is sent rolling butt over head and left laying on the mat as Vaughn spins up and poses in front of Knox and Alessia, which brings them into the ring. Ref Mullet immediately jumps in front of them and stops them as El D and Leah jump into the ring. Leah grabs one of Tact’s legs and El D grabs the other. Vaughn jumps to the middle turnbuckle and comes off dropping an elbow between Tact’s legs. El D and Leah then snap Tact’s legs apart with a wishbone. *
Markson: OH COME ON! What a disgusting attack by The Cabal.
Napier: Larry Tact already has kids, what’s it matter?
Markson: Don’t be foul Nick.
*Ref Mullet turns around to see Vaughn tagging out to Leah. Leah steps in, turns her back to Tact, grabs the top rope, leaps to the middle turnbuckle, then to the top turnbuckle and finally comes off with a springboard moonsault to Tact. Leah makes the cover hooking the leg.
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Alessia breaks the pin up by pulling Leah off. Ref Mullet in an effort to keep control immediately begins ordering Alessia out of the ring. Alessia follows order and heads right out, but not before Leah takes advantage of the distraction to pull Tact’s legs apart and stomp him low.
Tact rolls to his knees, holding himself in pain and Leah moves in. Leah goes for a roundhouse kick to the head, but Tact throws his arms up blocking it. Tact immediately firs a hard right hand the stomach of Leah that doubles her over. Tact follows up with a right to the face of Leah that staggers her. Tact pushes himself to his feet when Leah charges. Tact sees her coming and catches Leah with a big spinebuster. Tact then begins crawling to his corner slowly. *
Markson: HUGE SPINEBUSTER! Come on Larry, make the tag.
Napier: Bias much there Mark?
Markson: Well isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black?
*Tact is on all fours and stretches his arm out to make a tag, and just as he is about to tag in Knox, El D drops an elbow on the back of Tact. El D grabs Tact by the leg and begins dragging him back, as Ref Mullet orders El D out of the ring. El D immediately jumps out, but this has given Leah time to get up. Leah grabs Tact and pulls him closer to her turnbuckle before tagging in El D.
El D immediately heads to the top rope as Leah grabs the legs of Tact and pulls them up and apart. El D gets to the top turnbuckle and screams “WAAAZZZZ UPPP!!!” and Leah screams “WAZZZUPP!” back. El D then jumps off the top rope and drops a headbutt onto Tact’s lower region. *
Markson: What in the heck was that?
Napier: I dunno, but the fans seem to love it.
*Leah rolls out of the ring as El D stands above Tact. El D pulls his elbow pad off and throws it into the crowd. A fan catches the elbow pad and immediately throws it back in. El D just shrugs and then swings his arms around before hitting the ropes. El D goes past Tact and hits the ropes again, but when he comes back this time drops the most electrifying move in TPW, the Backyard Elbow (The People’s Elbow).
El D comes right up to his feet and poses to the crowd and they immediately begin booing. El D smiles under his mask and then heads to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top. El D gets to the top and leaps off with Feeling Froggy (Top Rope Splash), but as he comes down Tact pulls his knees up, and El D lands stomach first across the knees of Tact. El D rolls around on the mat holding his stomach while Vaughn and Leah begin screaming for him to tag. Tact meanwhile begins crawling towards his corner where both Knox and Alessia have their hands out for a tag. *
Markson: COME ON LARRY!
Napier: SHUT UP MARK! COME ON EL D! GET OUT HERE HELODERMA!!!
*El D rolls to his corner and tags in Vaughn. Vaughn leaps in and charges for Tact. Vaughn grabs Tact’s ankle at the last second and begins trying to drag him out of the corner. Tact digs both hands and his free foot into the mat and lunges his body forward, breaking free of Vaughn’s grasp and tagging in Knox causing the crowd to erupt with a massive pop.
Vaughn begins backing up with his hands up as Knox leaps into the ring and charges for Vaughn. Vaughn goes for a quick right hook, but Knox ducks and comes up with an inside crescent kick that drops Vaughn. Leah comes charging across the ring, but Knox sees her coming and greets her with a spinning sidekick to the stomach that drops her. Knox turns to see El D coming and greets El D with a pump kick to the chest that drops him. *
Markson: MATT KNOX IS A HOUSE OF FIRE!!!
Napier: I hope El Diablo Blanco sets him on fire again.
*Knox turns back to Vaughn, grabbing him, and beginning to pull him up. Vaughn reaches up, grabs Knox by the ears, and drops down into a jawbreaker on Knox. Knox staggers back holding his jaw and left ear, as Vuaghn charges forward. Knox tries to catch Vaughn, but Vaughn counters into a Tilt-A-Whirl, but Knox flips Vaughn through it and as Vaughn lands on his feet, Knox nails him with a knee strike to the chin.
Vaughn is rocked when Knox grabs him in a Muay Thai clinch. Knox then begins delivering vicious plum and knee combinations in the clinch. With Vaughn rocked and seemingly out on his feet, Knox transitions the clinch into a double-arm DDT. Knox spikes Vaughn and rolls him over for the pin. *
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LEAH BREAKS THE PIN UP!
Markson: OH MY! Matt Knox was close to putting Peter Vaughn away.
Napier: NO HE WASN’T! Stop spreading false information Mark.
*Leah slams a boot into the head of Knox dazing him while she breaks up the pin. Ref Mullet is ordering Leah out, but before she can respond she is smashed in the side of the head with a forearm from Alessia. Leah is dazed when Alessia grabs Leah and gives her a T-Bone suplex over the top rope to the outside.
Alessia turns around and is clotheslined over the top rope by El D. El D turns around to go after Knox, but when he turns Knox is already up and meets El D with a One one-legged codebreaker. El D is rocked and dazed when Tact plants a foot into the stomach of El D, doubling him over. Tact grabs El D and gives him “Star Power” (Release Powerbomb into Backstabber). *
Markson: YES! Break his back and make him humble.
Napier: HERE COMES THE CALVARY!!!
*Chris Page, Heloderma, and Alexander Marshall come rushing down the entranceway. Tact and Knox stand side by side and point at them, ready for battle. Meanwhile, Leah and Alessia have tumbled over the security railing and are brawling in the crowd with security trying to get them back into the ringside area. Knox looks at Tact and nods his head, Tact looks at him and nods his head as well as the rest of The Cabal get to ringside. Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. *
Markson: What is this?
Napier: I don’t know, and I don’t like that I don’t know.
*The lights come back on to reveal Terry Marshall and Zolton standing side by side in front of the Cabal. *
Markson: IT’S ZOLTON! ZOLTON IS HERE, AND HE IS WITH TERRY MARSHALL!!!
Napier: WHAT!?! IS HE THE FOURTH MEMBER OF MARSHALL’S MANIACS!?!
Markson: It sure looks that way.
*At the sight of Zolton and Terry Marshall, Alexander Marshall turns and begins running up the entranceway. Zolton drops Helodrema with a headbutt to the face as Terry Marshall takes off chasing Alexander. Zolton then begins brawling with Chris Page as the two men begin heading up the entranceway.
With everyone distracted Vaughn lands a hard low blow onto Tact from behind. Tact crumbles to the mat and rolls to his corner. Knox turns as Vaughn is getting up and lands a big pump kick to the chest of Vaughn that sends Vaughn back into the ropes. As Vaughn hits the ropes Leah hops onto the apron and makes the blind tag. Vaughn staggers forward into a standing fireman’s carry from Knox as he looks for his move called Into The Void (GTS).
As Knox picks Vaughn up he sees Leah getting into the ring. Knox steps forward and throws Vaughn off his shoulders into Leah. Knox turns around to see El D sliding into the ring. Knox charges for a discus elbow, but El D ducks, and drops down pulling the ropes down, causing Knox to go over the ropes and as he does Alessia hops up for a tag. *
Markson: Alessia Angelo got the tag I don't The Cabal saw it.
Napier: It’s three on one, we got this Mark.
*Alessia slingshots into the ring, and as she does catches El D with a Ace Crusher.
Alessia rolls up and sees Vaughn coming toward her. Vaughn tries to grab Alessia, but she quickly ducks under and grabs him in a waistlock for a German suplex. Alessia goes to lift, but Vaughn fires an elbow backward into Alessia's head. Vaughn then does a standing switch, going behind Alessia.
Vaughn spins Alessia around and goes for The Key Holder (Ripcord DDT), but as Vaughn hooks the DDT Alessia spins out countering into her Agony Angel (A crucifix armbar submission - locking her opponents’ arms wide. She’s cold, usually avoiding any taunts or screaming while she pulls the arm back, just gritting her teeth and yanking as hard as she can). *
Markson: Alessia Angelo has Peter Vaughn hooked in the middle of the ring. TAP OR SNAP VAUGHN!!!
Napier: Peter Vaughn isn't the legal man you idiot.
*As if in cue of Napier saying that, Leah appears and nails Alessia in the head with The Endgame (Punt Kick). Alessia is knocked out and Leah makes the pin. Tact and Knox try to dive in but El D and Heloderma grab their legs keeping them out. *
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Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… THE CABAAAAALLLLL!!!
Steve Cotton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… THE CABAAAAALLLLL!!!
Markson: The Cabal steals another one.
Napier: They didn't still a thing Mark, that was strategy, planning, and hard work.
Markson: You mean scheming and conniving.
Napier: Oh, WA! WA! You big baby.
*Tact and Knox kick El D and Heloderma off of them and climb to their feet. As El D begins to get up Tact slugs him with a hard right hand. Heloderma clubs Tact in the back with a forearm, but as he does Knox slams a forearm into his back. The Crowd is kicked up another level as Chris Page comes running back out, this time with a steel chair in his hand, but right behind him comes Zolton.
Leah and Vaughn roll out of the ring and grab chairs themselves as they head into the fray. Page gets to ringside and slams the chair into the back of Tact, but as he does Zolton tackles Page to the ground and begins reigning down punches. Leah cracks Zolton in the back with her chair and begins stomping away at him.
Vaughn tries to hit Knox with the chair, but Knox moves and the chair clams into the security railing. The impact is so violent it shakes the chair lose form Vaughn's hands. Knox then nails Vaughn with a crescent kick that knocks Vaughn onto the apron. Vaughn rolls into the ring, but Knox slides in after him. Vaughn is on his knees and looks up to see Knox stand over him.
Vaughn acts like he is begging off, but as Knox approaches Vaughn jumps up and pokes Knox in the eye. Knox grabs his eye in pain and appears to be blinded as he stumbles backward. Vaughn charges Knox, but Knox scoops Vaughn up onto his shoulders and delivers Into The Void (GTS) dropping Vaughn cold in the middle of the ring.
Suddenly the PA blares out. *
"She was a long cool woman in a black dress"
Markson: IS THAT!?! IS IT!?!
Napier: NO! NO! NO! YOU OPPORTUNISTIC BITCH!
Markson: YES! I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE HAPPY TO SEE THIS WOMAN!
*Veronica Cain runs down the entranceway holding her "Claim The Fame" briefcase. Leah sees her coming and tries to block her path, but Alessia grabs Leah from behind and throws her into the security railing.
Cain slides into the ring and shoves the briefcase into the hands of Ref Mullet. After a bit of a back and forth Ref Mullet nods his head and calls for the bell. *
Steve Cotton: Ladies and Gentle, Veronica Cain is... CASHING IN!!!
Napier: NO! THIS ISN'T FAIR! SOMEONE STOP HER!
Markson: DO IT VERONICA! TAKE THE TITLE!
*Veronica moves towards Vaughn, who is barley moving as he lays on the mat. Veronica takes one step forward when Knox grabs her by the arm. Veronica turns to look at him, and Knox smiles. Knox gives Veronica a hug and the crowd roars with cheers. Knox releases the hug, charges across the ring, and gives over the top rope onto El Diablo and Chris page.
Veronica grabs Vaughn by the head and pulls him into position for Ode to the Raven, Nevermore
(Bulldog Choke with a Lungblower), but as she does Alexander Marshall comes running down to ringside screaming as Terry Marshall is hot on his hills. Ref Mullet is distracted by this, as is Veronica.
(Bulldog Choke with a Lungblower), but as she does Alexander Marshall comes running down to ringside screaming as Terry Marshall is hot on his hills. Ref Mullet is distracted by this, as is Veronica.
With everyone distract a masked man jumps the railing slides into the ring. Veronica turns around and when she does the masked man sprays Veronica in the face with an aerosol can. Veronica is blinded and begins wiping at her face, as she does the Masked Man nails her with a superkick to the jaw. Veronica goes down to the mat as Vaughn staggers back into the turnbuckle. *
Markson: WHAT!?! NO, THIS IS BULLCRAP!
Napier: Did you think we wouldn't have a plan Mark? Did you think there wasn't a fail safe?
*Vaughn climbs to the top rope and comes off with a The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop). Vaughn makes the cover.
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Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and STILLLLLL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, PETER VAUGHN!
Markson: This is a travesty, this is a miscarriage of justice, this is just wrong.
Napier: And just wait until you see what we do at Night of the Living Dead.
*Vaughn rolls out of the ring and joins the rest of the Cabal, but as he tries to leave Knox grabs him as The Cabal and Marshall's maniacs continue to brawl, and security rushes to ringside. Veronica slowly rolls to her feet and as she sees what has happened begins shaking her head.
Veronica rolls out of the ring, and as she does Markson stands up and says to her "tough break, I'm sorry", and Veronica responds by punching him in the face. Markson falls into his seat, and Veronica grabs a monitor and throws it at Markson. Luckily, Markson falls to the ground out of the way. Veronica continues her rampage grabbing the commentary desk and pulling it over. She turns and sees a camera man, grabs the camera off of his shoulder and slams it into the ring post shattering it.
Veronica looks over at the massive brawl, screams and runs toward them. Charles O'Patrick steps in front of her, and she kicks him in the groin dropping him, and then heads for the brawl as the show fades to credits. *
