Night Of The Living Dead
Oct 27, 2023 14:31:30 GMT -5
The Malvado Brothers, JNK, and 1 more like this
Post by Greg T.O.M on Oct 27, 2023 14:31:30 GMT -5
*The “Night Of The Living Dead” logo fades to reveal a dark and ominous shot of the outside of the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. A deep, and intimidating voice begins to speak over the photo. *
Voiceover: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, was constructed from 1858 to 1881. Originally designed to hold 250 people, it became overcrowded in the 1950s with 2,400 patients. It was forcibly closed in 1994 due to changes in patient treatment.
Once, it was a house of horrors with severe overcrowding, inhumane conditions, and rampant violence. Today, it is unsurprising that it is said to be extremely haunted.
*The voiceover fades as soft, yet somewhat spooky piano music begins. The still photo begins to move as a video touring the asylum begins. *
*The video fades to what appears to be a live shot of the Asylum and the festivities that surround the historical site during the days surrounding Halloween. There are thousands of people walking the grounds with various vendors, carnival rides, and three separate wrestling rings set up around the grounds of the facility. As a group of women dressed as the “Sanderson Sisters” walk past a cemetery set up, a hand bursts through the ground. Slowly more of a body is exposed until a zombified Peter Vaughn appears from the ground.
Music begins to play as we hear the lyrics say. *
Voiceover: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, was constructed from 1858 to 1881. Originally designed to hold 250 people, it became overcrowded in the 1950s with 2,400 patients. It was forcibly closed in 1994 due to changes in patient treatment.
Once, it was a house of horrors with severe overcrowding, inhumane conditions, and rampant violence. Today, it is unsurprising that it is said to be extremely haunted.
*The voiceover fades as soft, yet somewhat spooky piano music begins. The still photo begins to move as a video touring the asylum begins. *
*The video fades to what appears to be a live shot of the Asylum and the festivities that surround the historical site during the days surrounding Halloween. There are thousands of people walking the grounds with various vendors, carnival rides, and three separate wrestling rings set up around the grounds of the facility. As a group of women dressed as the “Sanderson Sisters” walk past a cemetery set up, a hand bursts through the ground. Slowly more of a body is exposed until a zombified Peter Vaughn appears from the ground.
Music begins to play as we hear the lyrics say. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the... FLOOR!
*The Zombie Vaughn reaches out and grabs a man walking by dressed as Travis Kelce and sinks his teeth into the throat of the Kelce wannabe. As Vaughn sinks his teeth into Kelce, his girlfriend dresses as Taylor Swift begins smacking him in the head with her purse, as Swift is on a backswing the purse is grabbed and thrown to the ground. Swift turns to see a Zombie Leah Agueo. Swift screams in fear, but as she does the Zombie Leah bites her cheek off. *
Beaten... why for?
Can't take much more
Here we go... Here we go... Here we go (now)
*More screaming is heard as the shot cuts to people running frantically for their lives. The camera appears to be running with the crowd when the crowd in front of the camera parts lke the Red Sea and reveals the Zombie Malvados. *
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
*The camera view continues in first person and spins quickly from the Malvados and runs through the crowd. We push our way through a a group of men with receding hairlines, and dad-bods that are dressed like NSYNC, to reveal two Zombies fighting. We pause for a moment, realizing the zombies are JMont and Junko. *
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
*As the Zombie Junko rips the fingers off of the Zombie JMont the camera is bumped by a crowd of stampeding party-goers running for their lives. As the crowd clears and the camera gets back up it reveals what they were running from, a zombie Supreme Machine. *
Three - Something's got to give
Now!
*The camera turns and begins running. Heavy breathing and footsteps is all that can be heard over the screams of the panicking crowd. Suddenly, we trip and fall. We look back to see what we tripped over and see a deceased man dressed as a cowboy. We look back up to see a woman dressed as Barbie having her neck snapped by a Zombie Eavan Maloney. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the, floor!
*We push ourselves up and begin running again, but as we duck behind a Carmal Apple stand we are frozen in fear as a zombie Chris Page stands in front of us. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the, floor!
*We turn to head back the way we just came, but as we take our first step a Zombie Zolton steps around the Carmel Apple stand to block our escape route. *
Push, me again
This is the end
Here we go... Here we go... Here we go (now)
*We quickly look back and forth in panic at the two zombies and then notice an opening between a Face Painting stand and a Tarot Card reading booth. We dash through the small opening and only get a few feet before we pause in horror at the sight of Jeremy The Wicked eating a man in a deflated dinosaur costume. *
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now!
*We hear a sharp scream that snaps us back to reality. We begin running again, this time towards the main complex for safety. We see the back of a beautiful woman's figure frozen as she watches the crowd run by her. We stop to help the woman, and as we touch her shoulder she turns to reveal a Zombie Andrea Hernandez. *
Skin against skin, blood and bone
You're all by yourself, but you're not alone
You wanted in, and now you're here
Driven by hate, consumed by fear
*We spin and begin running away from the Zombie Hernandez and head right for the steps, As we reach the bottom of the steps we see a Zombie Maxwell Mason Stone emerge from the doorway that stops us in our tracks. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor!
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
*We slowly back up and fear as the Zombie MMS approaches. We are stopped as our back hits something firm. We slowly turn to find we are face to face with a Zombie Matt Knox. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
*Knox’s mouth opens wide and consumes the lens in darkness. *
Hey go... Hey go... Hey go... Hey go!
*The darkness fades to reveal a real shot of the grounds of the Trans-Aleghany Lunatic asylum. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the... FLOOR!
*The Zombie Vaughn reaches out and grabs a man walking by dressed as Travis Kelce and sinks his teeth into the throat of the Kelce wannabe. As Vaughn sinks his teeth into Kelce, his girlfriend dresses as Taylor Swift begins smacking him in the head with her purse, as Swift is on a backswing the purse is grabbed and thrown to the ground. Swift turns to see a Zombie Leah Agueo. Swift screams in fear, but as she does the Zombie Leah bites her cheek off. *
Beaten... why for?
Can't take much more
Here we go... Here we go... Here we go (now)
*More screaming is heard as the shot cuts to people running frantically for their lives. The camera appears to be running with the crowd when the crowd in front of the camera parts lke the Red Sea and reveals the Zombie Malvados. *
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
*The camera view continues in first person and spins quickly from the Malvados and runs through the crowd. We push our way through a a group of men with receding hairlines, and dad-bods that are dressed like NSYNC, to reveal two Zombies fighting. We pause for a moment, realizing the zombies are JMont and Junko. *
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
*As the Zombie Junko rips the fingers off of the Zombie JMont the camera is bumped by a crowd of stampeding party-goers running for their lives. As the crowd clears and the camera gets back up it reveals what they were running from, a zombie Supreme Machine. *
Three - Something's got to give
Now!
*The camera turns and begins running. Heavy breathing and footsteps is all that can be heard over the screams of the panicking crowd. Suddenly, we trip and fall. We look back to see what we tripped over and see a deceased man dressed as a cowboy. We look back up to see a woman dressed as Barbie having her neck snapped by a Zombie Eavan Maloney. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the, floor!
*We push ourselves up and begin running again, but as we duck behind a Carmal Apple stand we are frozen in fear as a zombie Chris Page stands in front of us. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the, floor!
*We turn to head back the way we just came, but as we take our first step a Zombie Zolton steps around the Carmel Apple stand to block our escape route. *
Push, me again
This is the end
Here we go... Here we go... Here we go (now)
*We quickly look back and forth in panic at the two zombies and then notice an opening between a Face Painting stand and a Tarot Card reading booth. We dash through the small opening and only get a few feet before we pause in horror at the sight of Jeremy The Wicked eating a man in a deflated dinosaur costume. *
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now!
*We hear a sharp scream that snaps us back to reality. We begin running again, this time towards the main complex for safety. We see the back of a beautiful woman's figure frozen as she watches the crowd run by her. We stop to help the woman, and as we touch her shoulder she turns to reveal a Zombie Andrea Hernandez. *
Skin against skin, blood and bone
You're all by yourself, but you're not alone
You wanted in, and now you're here
Driven by hate, consumed by fear
*We spin and begin running away from the Zombie Hernandez and head right for the steps, As we reach the bottom of the steps we see a Zombie Maxwell Mason Stone emerge from the doorway that stops us in our tracks. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor!
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
*We slowly back up and fear as the Zombie MMS approaches. We are stopped as our back hits something firm. We slowly turn to find we are face to face with a Zombie Matt Knox. *
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
*Knox’s mouth opens wide and consumes the lens in darkness. *
Hey go... Hey go... Hey go... Hey go!
*The darkness fades to reveal a real shot of the grounds of the Trans-Aleghany Lunatic asylum. *
*We have an aerial shot of the grounds showing thousands of people packing the 26.5 acre property of the asylum in Weston, WV. From the aerial shot, we see four different rings set up around the property with two of those being side by side with each other. The shot fades from the overhead view to the commentary table where we see Nick Napier dressed in his finest Halloween-themed suit. *
Napier: Hello to all the Thunder Pro Wrestling fans out there, and a big “GET A LIFE NERDS” to all the Thunderamorons tunning in today. I’m your host Nick “Knows” Napier, and I’m supposed to be joined by Mark Markson, but I’m not sure where he is.
*Suddenly’ Napier hears “Thunderstruck” playing. Napier looks shocked at first thinking it is Terry Marshall, but then Napier spots Markson heading toward the commentary table. *
Napier: Oh come on.
*The music fades as Markson puts on his headset and sits down next to Napier at the commentary table. *
Markson: YO! YO! YO! WELCOME ALL THE THUNDERAMANIACS! Tonight is going to be a HUGE NIGHT! The results of tonight's main event will shape the future of Thunder Pro Wrestling forever.
Napier: Be a professional, clearly showing your bias for the main event match tonight. And another thing, put a shirt on. It’s too cold for you to have your nipples out.
Markson: I’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, I’m proud of my body, and I’m a proud Thunderamaniac. And you certainly are one to talk about being biased, Mr. Cabal Man
Napier: You should be ashamed, you have nothing to be proud of. The Cabal is something to be proud of, we are class at its highest. This is why I’m wearing a fine custom tuxedo, and not running around like a mark dressed as my favorite wrestler.
Markson: We’ll see how classy the Cabal is tonight when they are locked inside the steel asylum for war games.
Napier: There are no rules in love or war Mark.
Markson: Spoken like a true control freak.
Napier: You mean spoken like a winner.
Markson: Speaking of winners, it is time for our first match of the evening, a match between two true winners. Andrea Hernandez, who is undefeated in Thunder Pro, and a man who has shocked many and keeps winning despite the odds, the reigning and defending Prestige Champion CJ O’Donnell.
Napier: A knockout or tap-out match, maybe Andrea should go ahead and submit now to save herself some pain.
Markson: I’ve got a feeling Andrew Hernandez is the type of competitor that would gnaw her injured limb off before she tapped out.
Napier: Gnaw her arm off?. Enough with the zombie crap okay?
*The shot transitions to Steve Cotton who stands in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the opening match. *
Napier: Hello to all the Thunder Pro Wrestling fans out there, and a big “GET A LIFE NERDS” to all the Thunderamorons tunning in today. I’m your host Nick “Knows” Napier, and I’m supposed to be joined by Mark Markson, but I’m not sure where he is.
*Suddenly’ Napier hears “Thunderstruck” playing. Napier looks shocked at first thinking it is Terry Marshall, but then Napier spots Markson heading toward the commentary table. *
Napier: Oh come on.
*The music fades as Markson puts on his headset and sits down next to Napier at the commentary table. *
Markson: YO! YO! YO! WELCOME ALL THE THUNDERAMANIACS! Tonight is going to be a HUGE NIGHT! The results of tonight's main event will shape the future of Thunder Pro Wrestling forever.
Napier: Be a professional, clearly showing your bias for the main event match tonight. And another thing, put a shirt on. It’s too cold for you to have your nipples out.
Markson: I’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, I’m proud of my body, and I’m a proud Thunderamaniac. And you certainly are one to talk about being biased, Mr. Cabal Man
Napier: You should be ashamed, you have nothing to be proud of. The Cabal is something to be proud of, we are class at its highest. This is why I’m wearing a fine custom tuxedo, and not running around like a mark dressed as my favorite wrestler.
Markson: We’ll see how classy the Cabal is tonight when they are locked inside the steel asylum for war games.
Napier: There are no rules in love or war Mark.
Markson: Spoken like a true control freak.
Napier: You mean spoken like a winner.
Markson: Speaking of winners, it is time for our first match of the evening, a match between two true winners. Andrea Hernandez, who is undefeated in Thunder Pro, and a man who has shocked many and keeps winning despite the odds, the reigning and defending Prestige Champion CJ O’Donnell.
Napier: A knockout or tap-out match, maybe Andrea should go ahead and submit now to save herself some pain.
Markson: I’ve got a feeling Andrew Hernandez is the type of competitor that would gnaw her injured limb off before she tapped out.
Napier: Gnaw her arm off?. Enough with the zombie crap okay?
*The shot transitions to Steve Cotton who stands in the middle of the ring ready to introduce the opening match. *
Steve Cotton: Your opening contest is for the Prestige Championship, and is a KNOCKOUT OR TAP OUT MATCH!!!
*The crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at 125lbs, and hailing from Paradise Valley, Arizona, this is... ANDREA HERNANDEEEEEZZZZ!!!
* Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage of her area constructed from some flatbed trailers, she appears to 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.*
Steve Cotton: AND HER OPPONENT! He is the reigning and defending Prestige Champion. Weighing in at 178lbs, and hailing from Boston,Massachusetts, this is CJ O'DONNELLLL!!!
*"Kings Never Die" by Eminem plays, the crowd boos, and CJ heads to the ring. *
Markson: CJ O’Donnell hasn’t been on Friday Night Fury since before Gladiators Ball, I hope he’s been spending that time away training.
Napier: I doubt it, he’s probably been spending time with Alice Knight.
Markson: I don’t think anyone has seen her in a while either.
Napier: Huh, maybe they disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle or were abducted by Aliens or something. Should we put out some missing posters?
Markson: We should focus on this match.
*The bell sounds as Andrea and CJ start circling each other. Suddenly, CJ charges across the rings and starts throwing straight jabs, alternating lefts and rights. Andrea tries covering up and is driven back into the corner by the jabs. Once Andrea is stuck in the corner, CJ starts throwing haymakers, alternating shots to the head and body. Andrea tries covering up, and Ref Wallace looks like she wants to stop the assault, but can’t due to the rules of the match. CJ finally goes for a big right hook, and Andrea quickly drops to her knee and slides through CJ’s legs.
Andrea is quick to her feet as CJ turns around to see her getting to her feet. CJ charges in with jabs again, but this time Andrea catches one of CJ’s left jabs and dags him down into a Fujiwara armbar. Andrea arches into the armbar hard and CJ appears to be both in shock and pain. *
Markson: Great catch and counter from Andrea Hernandez.
Napier: She has certainly spent time training. I thought she was going to get KO’s faster than Tyson knocked out Sphinx.
*CJ pushes himself up and does a forward roll to relieve the pressure on his shoulder. Andrea holds onto CJ’s arm and spins into a standing wrist lock, keeping CJ on his knees.CJ shoots forward, catching an ankle pick on Andrea and dropping her to the mat. CJ is quick to his feet and goes for a knee drop, but Andrea rolls out of the way and CJ’s kneecap crashes into the mat as Andrea rolls to her feet.
CJ is on one knee, holding his sore leg as Andrea hits the ropes and comes back with big momentum. Andrea steps on CJ’s bad knee that he has up and uses it as a stepping stone to come up into a knee strike to CJ’s jaw. CJ collapses to the mat and Andrea lands on her feet. Andrea charges to the ropes, springs to the second rope, and spins around with a one-eighty splash onto CJ. *
Markson: Andrea Hernandez is showing some amazing speed and agility here as she flies through the air with the greatest of ease.
Napier: I think Andrea Hernandez is a trapies artist for Halloween.
Napier: I doubt it, he’s probably been spending time with Alice Knight.
Markson: I don’t think anyone has seen her in a while either.
Napier: Huh, maybe they disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle or were abducted by Aliens or something. Should we put out some missing posters?
Markson: We should focus on this match.
*The bell sounds as Andrea and CJ start circling each other. Suddenly, CJ charges across the rings and starts throwing straight jabs, alternating lefts and rights. Andrea tries covering up and is driven back into the corner by the jabs. Once Andrea is stuck in the corner, CJ starts throwing haymakers, alternating shots to the head and body. Andrea tries covering up, and Ref Wallace looks like she wants to stop the assault, but can’t due to the rules of the match. CJ finally goes for a big right hook, and Andrea quickly drops to her knee and slides through CJ’s legs.
Andrea is quick to her feet as CJ turns around to see her getting to her feet. CJ charges in with jabs again, but this time Andrea catches one of CJ’s left jabs and dags him down into a Fujiwara armbar. Andrea arches into the armbar hard and CJ appears to be both in shock and pain. *
Markson: Great catch and counter from Andrea Hernandez.
Napier: She has certainly spent time training. I thought she was going to get KO’s faster than Tyson knocked out Sphinx.
*CJ pushes himself up and does a forward roll to relieve the pressure on his shoulder. Andrea holds onto CJ’s arm and spins into a standing wrist lock, keeping CJ on his knees.CJ shoots forward, catching an ankle pick on Andrea and dropping her to the mat. CJ is quick to his feet and goes for a knee drop, but Andrea rolls out of the way and CJ’s kneecap crashes into the mat as Andrea rolls to her feet.
CJ is on one knee, holding his sore leg as Andrea hits the ropes and comes back with big momentum. Andrea steps on CJ’s bad knee that he has up and uses it as a stepping stone to come up into a knee strike to CJ’s jaw. CJ collapses to the mat and Andrea lands on her feet. Andrea charges to the ropes, springs to the second rope, and spins around with a one-eighty splash onto CJ. *
Markson: Andrea Hernandez is showing some amazing speed and agility here as she flies through the air with the greatest of ease.
Napier: I think Andrea Hernandez is a trapies artist for Halloween.
*After hitting the splash Andrea grabbed an armbar on CJ and was pulling his elbow tight over her knee. CJ rolls back and kicks his leg forward, landing his shin into the side of Andrea’s head, breaking the hold. CJ rolls to his feet and as Andrea is getting up CJ blasts her with a European uppercut that staggers her back into the corner. CJ then grabs Andrea and whips her out of the corner across the ring.
CJ begins following Andrea in, and as she heads into the corner she runs up the turnbuckles and backflips. As Andrea backflips she lands on the shoulders of the forward-moving CJ. Andrea wraps her legs around CJ’s head and flips backward, taking CJ over with a dragonrana. Andrea rolls to the ropes, goes under the bottom rope and comes to her feet on the apron. Andrea waits as CJ starts getting up, and as he staggers to his feet Andrea springboards to the top rope and comes off with a Springboard Bulldog, flattening CJ on his face. Andrea rolls up and says, “Count him out”.
Ref Wallac checks on CJ and then begins a 10 count. *
1…
2…
3…
Markson: I’m not sure if Andrea will get a ten count out of this, but she has definitely taken it to CJ O’Donnell here thus far.
Napier: That hurriconrana thing was pretty impressive.
Markson: YES! Beautiful Dragonrana.
Napier: Dungeons and dragonranas, what a nerd.
4…
5…
6…
7…
*CJ rolls out of the ring landing on his feet, stopping the count. CJ shakes the cobwebs free, staying on the outside. Andrea shakes her head, bounces off the ropes, and runs across the ring toward CJ. Andrea dives through the ropes with a suicide dive. CJ sees Andrea coming, sidesteps, and lets Andre fly headfirst into the security railing. Andrea hits the railing and falls to her knees.
Andrea holds onto the bars of the railing and is clearly dazed as her head sways. CJ turns and runs at Andrea and boots her in the side of the head, knocking Andrea to the ground. CJ hops onto the apron, dusts his shoulder off, and says she’s done. *
Markson: Brutal assault from CJ O’Donnell. Short, but effective.
Napier: That’s what she said.
Markson: So…. she said to you it was short?
*Before Ref Wallace starts the count Andrea begins to pull herself up by the railing. As Andrea begins to get up, CJ stands on the apron and dives off at her. Andrea moves out of the way and CJ lands chest-first onto the railing. CJ staggers back holding his chest, and Andrea leaps onto his shoulders for a hurriconrana. CJ uses his strength to block the rana though, and instead steps forward and powerbombs Andrea into the top of the security railing. Andrea screams out in pain and falls to the ground clutching her back. Ref Wallace immediately jumps out of the ring and begins checking on her. *
Markson: GOOD GRIEF! That was sick.
Napier: It’s over, call for the bell.
Markson: Wait, Andrea is shaking her head no.
*Ref Wallace asks Andrea if she wants to quit and Andrea screams “NO!”, as she uses the railing to pull herself up.
As Andrea begins to get up, CJ shoves the ref out of the way grabs Andrea in a bearhug, and throws Andrea with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Andrea hits the ground hard and grabs her back, while CJ gets to his feet. CJ goes under the ring, pulls out two chairs, and tosses them into the ring. CJ then grabs Andrea, pulls her up, and rolls her into the ring.
CJ follows up into the ring and grabs the chairs, unfolding them and sitting the two seats against each other. With a sadistic smile on his face, CJ turns back to Andrea who is pulling herself up by the ropes. As CJ moves in, Andrea steps forward with a big front kick and nails CJ in the face. CX staggers back holding his face and Andrea charges forward, but CJ turns sideways and catches Andrea and begins lifting her, but she spins through into a Tilt-O-Whirl Headscissors taking CJ over.
CJ staggers to his feet, rolling up into the corner while Andrea gets up holding her back. Andrea charges into the corner at CJ, and CJ puts his boot up, but Andrea stops and catches CJ’s boot. While she is holding onto it, CJ does an Enziguri kicking Andrea in the head. Andrea spins around and falls to a knee. As she starts getting up CJ comes out of the corner and grabs Andrea in a rear naked choke while she is on her knees. *
Markson: CJ O’Donnell has that rear naked choke locked in tight.
Napier: Forget tap or snap, this is tap or nap.
*Andrea shoves herself up to her feet, holding onto CJ’s arm. Andres snaps her body forward and pops her hips up, flipping CJ over her shoulder. CJ lands on the unfolded chairs, but not hard enough to crumple them. Andrea staggers back into the ropes, rubbing her throat and back. Andrea sees CJ standing up and she runs forward. Andrea runs, jumps off the chairs, and catches CJ in a headlock, looking to bulldog him again.
CJ uses his strength again though, catching Andrea and using her momentum bouncing her off the top rope, and then slingshotting her backward and driving her through the unfolded chairs with a slingshot belly-to-back suplex. Andrea grabs her back and rolls around in pain, but CJ was shaken up too, holding the back of his head. *
Markson: OH MY! I think CJ O’Donnell just broke Andrea Hernandez in half.
Napier: It doesn’t look like CJ is done either.
*CJ rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring after getting to the outside. CJ then emerges holding a large chain which brings a roar from the bloodthirsty crowd. CJ rolls into the ring and as he stalks Andrea, he begins to wrap the chain around his knee. As Andrea staggers to her feet CJ charges for the Irish Knowledge (running single leg high knee)
Andrea sees CJ flying in with the knee and dodges out of the way. CJ lands crotch first on the middle rope, the impact of his landing is so hard it shoots him off the ropes back to the middle of the ring. *
Markson: OUCH!
Napier: I’d tap out right now if I was CJ O’Donnell.
Markson: That could be the only case of tapping out actually saving your manhood.
*Andrea pulls herself up using the ropes and still holds her back. CJ begins rolling up, still clutching his groin. As CJ gets to his feet, Andrea charges out of the corner, jumping, wrapping her legs around CJ’s head, spinning her body, and taking CJ over with a hurriconrana, landing him on the broken chairs.
The crowd has come alive cheering for Andrea, helping her push through the pain and get to her feet as CJ rolls to his feet out of instinct. As CJ is up Andrea charges again, but CJ steps up with a Jumping front kick, but Andrea ducks. Andrea heads into the rope and dives forward hitting them with a handstand, this springs her off backward with a Handspring back elbow that nails CJ as he turns around. *
Markson: Andrea Hernandez is on fire right now.
Napier: I bet her back is on fire.
Markson: I’m sure it is, but the fans cheers are carrying Andrew Hernandez through the pain right now.
*Andrea is up and has backed into the corner as CJ staggers to his feet. As CJ gets up and staggers around to face Andrea, Andrea runs out of the corner and nails CJ with the Busaiku Knee. Andrea holds her back after landing the move. Andrea rolls to the corner holding her back, but looks to see CJ lying prone on the mat. Andrea begins climbing up to the top rope. *
Markson: Andrea Hernandez is looking to put the nail in the coffin of CJ O'Donnell and his Prestige title reign.
Napier: Andrea can barely climb the turnbuckles with that injured back, so this going to be do or die for her, it’s her Randy "The Ram" Robinson moment.
*Andrea climbs to the top and looks down at CJ lying on the mat. Andrea looks out at the crowd cheering for her and nods her head. Andrea leaps off, but as she does CJ rolls out of the way and pulls one of the broken chairs into his spot. Andrea sees CJ move, so she tucks, and rolls, grabbing the chair as she does. Andrea rolls up to her feet holding the chair. Andrea spins around to see CJ charging with Irish Knowledge.
Andrea throws the chair, sending it straight into CJ’s knee. CJ falls to the mat holding his knee, while Andea holds her back and picks up the chain. CJ climbs to his feet, limping, but heading for Andrea. Andrea swings the chain up and it hits CJ between the legs. CJ falls to his knees holding his groin, and Andrea superkicks CJ while he is on his knees. CJ falls to the mat. *
Markson: Oh what a shot to the head from Andrea Hernandez to CJ O’Donnell.
Napier: Which one?
Markson: Do you mean which shot, or which head?
*Andrea grabs both chairs stacks them up, and then grabs the chain. Andrea pulls CJ to his knees and wraps the chain around his head. Andrea pulls CJ’s head between her legs and lifts him up. Andrea jumps up and piledrvies the chain-wrapped head of CJ onto the chairs. Andrea wastes no time rolling right to the corner and climbing to the top rope. Andrea holds her back but quickly climbs to the top and comes off with the Rise of the Phoenix (Phoenix Splash from the top rope). As soon as Andrea lands Ref Wallace calls for the rope as CJ was already out from the pile driver. *
CJ begins following Andrea in, and as she heads into the corner she runs up the turnbuckles and backflips. As Andrea backflips she lands on the shoulders of the forward-moving CJ. Andrea wraps her legs around CJ’s head and flips backward, taking CJ over with a dragonrana. Andrea rolls to the ropes, goes under the bottom rope and comes to her feet on the apron. Andrea waits as CJ starts getting up, and as he staggers to his feet Andrea springboards to the top rope and comes off with a Springboard Bulldog, flattening CJ on his face. Andrea rolls up and says, “Count him out”.
Ref Wallac checks on CJ and then begins a 10 count. *
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2…
3…
Markson: I’m not sure if Andrea will get a ten count out of this, but she has definitely taken it to CJ O’Donnell here thus far.
Napier: That hurriconrana thing was pretty impressive.
Markson: YES! Beautiful Dragonrana.
Napier: Dungeons and dragonranas, what a nerd.
4…
5…
6…
7…
*CJ rolls out of the ring landing on his feet, stopping the count. CJ shakes the cobwebs free, staying on the outside. Andrea shakes her head, bounces off the ropes, and runs across the ring toward CJ. Andrea dives through the ropes with a suicide dive. CJ sees Andrea coming, sidesteps, and lets Andre fly headfirst into the security railing. Andrea hits the railing and falls to her knees.
Andrea holds onto the bars of the railing and is clearly dazed as her head sways. CJ turns and runs at Andrea and boots her in the side of the head, knocking Andrea to the ground. CJ hops onto the apron, dusts his shoulder off, and says she’s done. *
Markson: Brutal assault from CJ O’Donnell. Short, but effective.
Napier: That’s what she said.
Markson: So…. she said to you it was short?
*Before Ref Wallace starts the count Andrea begins to pull herself up by the railing. As Andrea begins to get up, CJ stands on the apron and dives off at her. Andrea moves out of the way and CJ lands chest-first onto the railing. CJ staggers back holding his chest, and Andrea leaps onto his shoulders for a hurriconrana. CJ uses his strength to block the rana though, and instead steps forward and powerbombs Andrea into the top of the security railing. Andrea screams out in pain and falls to the ground clutching her back. Ref Wallace immediately jumps out of the ring and begins checking on her. *
Markson: GOOD GRIEF! That was sick.
Napier: It’s over, call for the bell.
Markson: Wait, Andrea is shaking her head no.
*Ref Wallace asks Andrea if she wants to quit and Andrea screams “NO!”, as she uses the railing to pull herself up.
As Andrea begins to get up, CJ shoves the ref out of the way grabs Andrea in a bearhug, and throws Andrea with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Andrea hits the ground hard and grabs her back, while CJ gets to his feet. CJ goes under the ring, pulls out two chairs, and tosses them into the ring. CJ then grabs Andrea, pulls her up, and rolls her into the ring.
CJ follows up into the ring and grabs the chairs, unfolding them and sitting the two seats against each other. With a sadistic smile on his face, CJ turns back to Andrea who is pulling herself up by the ropes. As CJ moves in, Andrea steps forward with a big front kick and nails CJ in the face. CX staggers back holding his face and Andrea charges forward, but CJ turns sideways and catches Andrea and begins lifting her, but she spins through into a Tilt-O-Whirl Headscissors taking CJ over.
CJ staggers to his feet, rolling up into the corner while Andrea gets up holding her back. Andrea charges into the corner at CJ, and CJ puts his boot up, but Andrea stops and catches CJ’s boot. While she is holding onto it, CJ does an Enziguri kicking Andrea in the head. Andrea spins around and falls to a knee. As she starts getting up CJ comes out of the corner and grabs Andrea in a rear naked choke while she is on her knees. *
Markson: CJ O’Donnell has that rear naked choke locked in tight.
Napier: Forget tap or snap, this is tap or nap.
*Andrea shoves herself up to her feet, holding onto CJ’s arm. Andres snaps her body forward and pops her hips up, flipping CJ over her shoulder. CJ lands on the unfolded chairs, but not hard enough to crumple them. Andrea staggers back into the ropes, rubbing her throat and back. Andrea sees CJ standing up and she runs forward. Andrea runs, jumps off the chairs, and catches CJ in a headlock, looking to bulldog him again.
CJ uses his strength again though, catching Andrea and using her momentum bouncing her off the top rope, and then slingshotting her backward and driving her through the unfolded chairs with a slingshot belly-to-back suplex. Andrea grabs her back and rolls around in pain, but CJ was shaken up too, holding the back of his head. *
Markson: OH MY! I think CJ O’Donnell just broke Andrea Hernandez in half.
Napier: It doesn’t look like CJ is done either.
*CJ rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring after getting to the outside. CJ then emerges holding a large chain which brings a roar from the bloodthirsty crowd. CJ rolls into the ring and as he stalks Andrea, he begins to wrap the chain around his knee. As Andrea staggers to her feet CJ charges for the Irish Knowledge (running single leg high knee)
Andrea sees CJ flying in with the knee and dodges out of the way. CJ lands crotch first on the middle rope, the impact of his landing is so hard it shoots him off the ropes back to the middle of the ring. *
Markson: OUCH!
Napier: I’d tap out right now if I was CJ O’Donnell.
Markson: That could be the only case of tapping out actually saving your manhood.
*Andrea pulls herself up using the ropes and still holds her back. CJ begins rolling up, still clutching his groin. As CJ gets to his feet, Andrea charges out of the corner, jumping, wrapping her legs around CJ’s head, spinning her body, and taking CJ over with a hurriconrana, landing him on the broken chairs.
The crowd has come alive cheering for Andrea, helping her push through the pain and get to her feet as CJ rolls to his feet out of instinct. As CJ is up Andrea charges again, but CJ steps up with a Jumping front kick, but Andrea ducks. Andrea heads into the rope and dives forward hitting them with a handstand, this springs her off backward with a Handspring back elbow that nails CJ as he turns around. *
Markson: Andrea Hernandez is on fire right now.
Napier: I bet her back is on fire.
Markson: I’m sure it is, but the fans cheers are carrying Andrew Hernandez through the pain right now.
*Andrea is up and has backed into the corner as CJ staggers to his feet. As CJ gets up and staggers around to face Andrea, Andrea runs out of the corner and nails CJ with the Busaiku Knee. Andrea holds her back after landing the move. Andrea rolls to the corner holding her back, but looks to see CJ lying prone on the mat. Andrea begins climbing up to the top rope. *
Markson: Andrea Hernandez is looking to put the nail in the coffin of CJ O'Donnell and his Prestige title reign.
Napier: Andrea can barely climb the turnbuckles with that injured back, so this going to be do or die for her, it’s her Randy "The Ram" Robinson moment.
*Andrea climbs to the top and looks down at CJ lying on the mat. Andrea looks out at the crowd cheering for her and nods her head. Andrea leaps off, but as she does CJ rolls out of the way and pulls one of the broken chairs into his spot. Andrea sees CJ move, so she tucks, and rolls, grabbing the chair as she does. Andrea rolls up to her feet holding the chair. Andrea spins around to see CJ charging with Irish Knowledge.
Andrea throws the chair, sending it straight into CJ’s knee. CJ falls to the mat holding his knee, while Andea holds her back and picks up the chain. CJ climbs to his feet, limping, but heading for Andrea. Andrea swings the chain up and it hits CJ between the legs. CJ falls to his knees holding his groin, and Andrea superkicks CJ while he is on his knees. CJ falls to the mat. *
Markson: Oh what a shot to the head from Andrea Hernandez to CJ O’Donnell.
Napier: Which one?
Markson: Do you mean which shot, or which head?
*Andrea grabs both chairs stacks them up, and then grabs the chain. Andrea pulls CJ to his knees and wraps the chain around his head. Andrea pulls CJ’s head between her legs and lifts him up. Andrea jumps up and piledrvies the chain-wrapped head of CJ onto the chairs. Andrea wastes no time rolling right to the corner and climbing to the top rope. Andrea holds her back but quickly climbs to the top and comes off with the Rise of the Phoenix (Phoenix Splash from the top rope). As soon as Andrea lands Ref Wallace calls for the rope as CJ was already out from the pile driver. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, by knockout, and.... NNNNEEEEEWWWW PRESTIGE CHAMPION! ANDREA HERNANDEEEEZZZZ!!!
*Ref Wallace hands the Prestige championship to Andrea, who pushes herself to her feet while taking the title. Andrea lifts the title over her head and the crowd begins cheering as fireworks shoot into the sky from the entrance way. Andrea hugs the Prestige championship, and then begins to put it around her waist as the scene fades to a segment. *
*You hear the grumblings and groans even before the TPW cameras turn into a locker room to find Jimmy "The" King and his Royal 'Prince' Elm searching for something. Elm was searching while the King named King stood and grumbled. *
Jimmy "The" King: "How can I lead without it? What were you thinking?!"
*Tossing over garbage bins. Emptying out someone's duffle bags, Elm was searching under every nook and cranny he could find to look under. *
Elm: "Maybe you left it in the car?"
Jimmy "The" King: "The Royal Chariot you mean? No, no, tis not there, I looked.. You misplaced it somewhere else."
Elm: "How am I going to lose it if I never had it?"
Jimmy "The" King: "Because you want my Throne, don'tcha baby? You wanna take the Crown from me? ME?! After all I've done for you!?"
Elm: "What?!"
*Snickering as he stands up. Giving up in his search, Elm turns around and looks at Jimmy "The" King. A wobbly man with a crooked crown on his head. He was drunk.. *
Elm: "You fool! It's on your head!"
*The King named King throws his hands up to feel it sitting around his dome lopsided to the left. In a brief moment of relief, he has the mind to change what it was he was looking for. Just so the 'Prince' would be wrong. *
Jimmy "The" King: "Not my crown! My robe! My royal cape.. Robe.. Whatever it's called, Baby!"
*A fun drunk who kept his humor and snazzy wit. It took some doing but Elm didn't HATE the King named King even if he was forced into service. *
Elm: "What we need to do is get us a match! How will you rule if you're never out there in the ring, knocking heads and adding to your body count?"
Jimmy "The" King: "Two!"
Elm: "What?"
Jimmy "The" King: "Two. My body count is two. Numero Deuce.. O..? Two."
*The stare that was given by Elm gave almost a pause to the scene. *
Jimmy "The" King: "I had a coupon.. When in Mexico, yeah?"
Jimmy "The" King: "How can I lead without it? What were you thinking?!"
*Tossing over garbage bins. Emptying out someone's duffle bags, Elm was searching under every nook and cranny he could find to look under. *
Elm: "Maybe you left it in the car?"
Jimmy "The" King: "The Royal Chariot you mean? No, no, tis not there, I looked.. You misplaced it somewhere else."
Elm: "How am I going to lose it if I never had it?"
Jimmy "The" King: "Because you want my Throne, don'tcha baby? You wanna take the Crown from me? ME?! After all I've done for you!?"
Elm: "What?!"
*Snickering as he stands up. Giving up in his search, Elm turns around and looks at Jimmy "The" King. A wobbly man with a crooked crown on his head. He was drunk.. *
Elm: "You fool! It's on your head!"
*The King named King throws his hands up to feel it sitting around his dome lopsided to the left. In a brief moment of relief, he has the mind to change what it was he was looking for. Just so the 'Prince' would be wrong. *
Jimmy "The" King: "Not my crown! My robe! My royal cape.. Robe.. Whatever it's called, Baby!"
*A fun drunk who kept his humor and snazzy wit. It took some doing but Elm didn't HATE the King named King even if he was forced into service. *
Elm: "What we need to do is get us a match! How will you rule if you're never out there in the ring, knocking heads and adding to your body count?"
Jimmy "The" King: "Two!"
Elm: "What?"
Jimmy "The" King: "Two. My body count is two. Numero Deuce.. O..? Two."
*The stare that was given by Elm gave almost a pause to the scene. *
Jimmy "The" King: "I had a coupon.. When in Mexico, yeah?"
*Just shaking his head at the King named King, Elm goes back to searching. This time for the robe.. errr.. 'Royal Cape' as the scene fades Steve Cotton standing in another ring surrounded by pits of Thumbtacks ready to introduce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is to determine the number one contender to the American Championship, and is a … TEN THOUSAND THUMBTACK MATCH!!!
*The crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at 360lbs, and hailing from Parts Unknown. He is a former, and the longest reigning American Champoion, this is… THE SUPREME MACHINEEE!!!
*The fearsome drum intro starts for "Zetite" by Illnath, grabbing everyone's attention as a terrifying image of Supreme Machine's face glares down from the Terry-Tron. The flood lights that light up the grounds are cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness, earning some screams of fright from the crowd after what they just saw.
As the fast-paced vocals begin, tunnels of flame begin erupting around the stage. They go off at different points in regular intervals, following the beat of the song and exploding upwards with a torrent of heat and fire. As the music increases in volume, every single funnel explodes at once, creating a huge fireball about the stage.
When the flames drop, Supreme Machine is standing there.
He has positioned himself at the top of the ramp, standing with his head bowed. His arms are tightly crossed around his chest. Supreme Machine then whips his head upwards and brings up a crucifix pose, with his gaze locking onto the ring battlefield that awaits him.
After a few moments have passed, with the crowd at peak anticipation/anxiety, Supreme Machine begins a slow measured walk down the aisle, looking ready to destroy any fan who dares reach in his direction. This is not a man you want to high five.
He steps over the top rope, making his way to the center of the ring. Showing no willingness to give up any of the territory around him, he stands, waiting for the bell to sound.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, weighing in at 255lbs, and hailing from Los Angeles, CA. This is the man formerly known as 999, this is… MAXWELL MASON STOOOONNNEEEE!!!
*The lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.
The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.
Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *
Markson: This match is going to be brutal, as two mentally unstable men play the pain game in tacks.
Napier: A thumbtack match, if you agree to one of these you must not be very… SHARP!
Markson: Ugh, I’d rather jump in those tacks then listen to your terrible puns.
*The bell sounds and the crowd pops as Max Stone and SuMa stare across the ring from each other. The crowd pops huge as they walk out from their corners where they lock up. SuMa drives Stone back into a neutral corner where he holds him back against the buckle showing his size and strength. SuMa steps away from the corner with a smirk on his face. Stone emerges from the corner and circles SuMa, they look to lock up but it’s SuMa who cuts off Stone with a boot to the midsection before landing a clubbing series of blows across the back that sends Stone down to one knee and allows SuMa to land a running mafia style kick to the face of Stone that sends him falling backward to the mat! SuMa follows up with an elbow drop across the chest and makes a cover with no hook of the leg. *
1!!
2!!
TH…
Markson: SuMa going for a quick pin here in the early moments.
Napier: Even that big beast doesn’t want to risk getting slammed in the tacks.
*Stone escapes with a kickout. SuMa is the first back to his feet where he picks Stone up and hurls him through the ropes sending him out to the floor. SuMa drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor going after Stone. SuMa measures Stone who is near a ring post. The Monster charges looking for a splash but Stone steps to the side and SuMa smashes into the ring post! Stone drives SuMa face-first off the steel steps before locking a front face lock where he looks to snap off a suplex!
SuMa blocks!
Stone attempts a second time and again it’s blocked!
SuMa counters with a suplex of his own! The Monster reaches under the ring pulling out a large black sack and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope. SuMa reaches under the ring, pulling out a steel folding chair with tacks glued all over the seat! Stone is pulling himself back up to his feet and as he stands SuMa swings with the chair! Stone ducks the shot and catches SuMa with a boot to the midsection doubling SuMa over and allowing Stone to snatch the chair where he waffles SuMa across the back to a thunderous ovation from the crowd! Stone rips the chair off SuMa’s back displaying tacks in his back as well as some still on the chair! SuMa spins around toward Stone who cracks SuMa in the face with the chair! SuMa has been opened up in a few places where the tacks penetrate portions of his mask. Stone takes SuMa by the hair and hurls him back into the ring. Stone slides the chair into the ring before sliding back in himself. *
Markson: We have our first signs of blood, in what will be a long and bloody night.
Napier: A thumbtack chair… what will these hardcore freaks think of next?
*The crowd explodes as Stone reaches down picking up the large black sack.
Stone unties the bag and empties thousands of Thumbtacks in the center of the ring. Stone turns his attention to SuMa who is getting to his knees. Stone hammers SuMa with a hard right hand rocking the big man. Stone snatches SuMa by the hair and points at the tacks to get another massive ovation… that’s cut short by SuMa who snatches Stone by the throat! SuMa steps up to his feet and looks to deliver a ChokeSlam! Stone kicks his right knee of SuMa breaking his grasp and allowing Stone to connect with a DDT that misses the tacks. Stone rolls SuMa over making a cover. *
1!!
2!!
THR…
Markson: It’s going to take a lot more than a DDT to put down the beast known as Supreme Machine.
Napier: Not that I am a Maxwell Mason Stone fan, but he did soften Supreme Machine’s head up with a thumbtack chair first.
*SuMa poawers out of the near fall sending Stone several feet in the air! Stone lands on the mat quickly gets to one knee and then steps back up to his feet. Stone stomps away at SuMa before he picks the big man up off the mat. Stone attempts a slam on the Monster but SuMa puts a halt to it with clubbing shots across the back! Stone is met with a vicious headbutt by SuMa followed by a boot to the midsection. SuMa snatches the chair with hundreds of thumbtacks still glued to it and waffles Stone across the back dropping him to the mat. Stone pushes up to all fours where a second shot from the chair followed by a third is delivered across his back leaving thumbtacks in his skin with each strike!
SuMa takes the chair and wedges it in a corner between the top and middle rope with what’s left of the thumbtacks exposed toward the ring.
SuMa turns his attention back toward Stone who is now back to one knee and steps up to his feet where SuMa snatches him by the throat! SuMa hoists Stone high in the air and drives him down into the thousands of Thumbtacks with a chokeslam! The crowd erupts with a thunderous chant that is censored because this is a family show. Suma doesn’t stop there as he bounces off the ropes and drops a huge leg further driving Stone’s body into the thumbtacks while landing on some himself!
SuMa can make another cover. *
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Markson: OH MY! Huge kickout by Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: I’d just eat the loss in this one, it isn’t worth getting slammed into those tacks over and over again.
*Stone escapes! SuMa doesn’t waste time in laying several right hands on the forehead of Stone before stepping back up to his feet where he picks Max up and we get our first shot of the human pin cushion with tacks all over his back. SuMa scoops Stone up over his shoulder and backs up into a neutral corner where he points at the tacks in the ring! SuMa starts to run out from the corner looking for a powerslam! Stone manages to slide down the back of SuMa and shove him forward. SuMa puts on the brakes just before running through the tacks. Stone runs toward SuMa and when the Monster spins around Stone lands a running cross-body block that sends SuMa falling backward into the thumbtacks and Stone crashing down on top of him! The referee makes a count! *
1!!
2!!
THR…
Markson: SUMA WITH THE HUGE KICKOUT!!!
Napier: These so called professional wrestlers are looking more like professional pincushions.
*SuMa powers out of the near fall for a second time! Stone gets back up to a vertical base where he picks SuMa up and looks to send him into the corner with the chair wedge in it. SuMa puts on the brakes just before impact. Stone charges in after him looking for a spear! SuMa sidesteps Stone and sends Max spearing the chair with thumbtacks glued all over it! SuMa drops down to the mat and rolls back out to the floor where he reaches under the ring and pulls out another black bag and slides it into the ring. SuMa drops back down to one knee where he pulls out a TABLE! SuMa slides the table into the ring before he slides under the bottom rope. SuMa works his way back up to his feet where he turns his attention toward Stone. Max staggers backward and slowly spins around where he walks into a Bossman Slam into the Thumbtacks!
Another censored chant from the Thunder Pro crowd is heard while SuMa makes the cover. *
1!!
2!!
THREEEEEE… STONE KICKS OUT! *
Markson: GOOD GRIEF! I thought SuMa was going to drive Max Stone though the mat there, but Stone still kicked out.
Napier: Maxwell Mason Stone is too mentally-ill to know better than to NOT kickout.
*The crowd pops huge for Max as SuMa screams out in frustration before stepping back up to his feet. SuMa’s attention diverts toward the Table. The big man starts to set the legs of the table up before flipping it over and setting it up. SuMa turns his attention back toward Stone who rolls over out of the thumbtacks revealing even MORE tacts all over the backside of his body. SuMa picks up the second black bag and unties it emptying the contents of MORE tacks on the table top! SuMa runs his thumb across his throat before turning his attention back toward Stone. Max has reached one knee. The Monster snatches Max up by the hair and brings him toward the table that is now completely layered in thumbtacks!
SuMa sets up Max for a Powerbomb!
The crowd gasps as SuMa hoists Max up in the air and looks to drive him through the table! Stone starts firing away with piston-like right hands to SuMa’s forehead and is able to slip free where he lands on his feet! SuMa swings with a lariat! Stone ducks when SuMa spins around Stone drives a boot to the midsection of the Monster! Max hoists SuMa up in the air and drives him down through the thumbtack-covered Table with Momenta Axis! (Dominator). Stone makes the cover! *
1!!
2!!
3!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and now NUMBER ON CONTENDER TO THE AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP….. MAXWELL MASON STONE!!!
Markson: Absolutely huge win for Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: I suppose you could call it a MONSTEROUS win.
Markson: I’m not even upset about that pun.
*The shot focuses on MMS standing in the ring as Referee Villano 16 raises MMS’s hand in victory. Stone pulls a tack out of his arm and flips it out into the crowd as the scene fades to a segment. *
*The crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, weighing in at 360lbs, and hailing from Parts Unknown. He is a former, and the longest reigning American Champoion, this is… THE SUPREME MACHINEEE!!!
*The fearsome drum intro starts for "Zetite" by Illnath, grabbing everyone's attention as a terrifying image of Supreme Machine's face glares down from the Terry-Tron. The flood lights that light up the grounds are cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness, earning some screams of fright from the crowd after what they just saw.
As the fast-paced vocals begin, tunnels of flame begin erupting around the stage. They go off at different points in regular intervals, following the beat of the song and exploding upwards with a torrent of heat and fire. As the music increases in volume, every single funnel explodes at once, creating a huge fireball about the stage.
When the flames drop, Supreme Machine is standing there.
He has positioned himself at the top of the ramp, standing with his head bowed. His arms are tightly crossed around his chest. Supreme Machine then whips his head upwards and brings up a crucifix pose, with his gaze locking onto the ring battlefield that awaits him.
After a few moments have passed, with the crowd at peak anticipation/anxiety, Supreme Machine begins a slow measured walk down the aisle, looking ready to destroy any fan who dares reach in his direction. This is not a man you want to high five.
He steps over the top rope, making his way to the center of the ring. Showing no willingness to give up any of the territory around him, he stands, waiting for the bell to sound.*
Steve Cotton: And his opponent, weighing in at 255lbs, and hailing from Los Angeles, CA. This is the man formerly known as 999, this is… MAXWELL MASON STOOOONNNEEEE!!!
*The lights dim and the siren sounds of the quiet part of Change (In the House of Flies) (Instrumental) by Deftones plays. Black and white footage of Maxwell Mason Stone sitting on a train appears on the TerryTron.
The heavy guitars kick in on the song and out walks Maxwell Mason Stone. He stops to take in the crowd as he's done every time he's ever walked out from the back and then puts his focus on the ring and purposefully makes his way there.
Stone enters the ring and slowly raises his arms into the air as if he's motioning for the crowd's energy to raise. *
Markson: This match is going to be brutal, as two mentally unstable men play the pain game in tacks.
Napier: A thumbtack match, if you agree to one of these you must not be very… SHARP!
Markson: Ugh, I’d rather jump in those tacks then listen to your terrible puns.
*The bell sounds and the crowd pops as Max Stone and SuMa stare across the ring from each other. The crowd pops huge as they walk out from their corners where they lock up. SuMa drives Stone back into a neutral corner where he holds him back against the buckle showing his size and strength. SuMa steps away from the corner with a smirk on his face. Stone emerges from the corner and circles SuMa, they look to lock up but it’s SuMa who cuts off Stone with a boot to the midsection before landing a clubbing series of blows across the back that sends Stone down to one knee and allows SuMa to land a running mafia style kick to the face of Stone that sends him falling backward to the mat! SuMa follows up with an elbow drop across the chest and makes a cover with no hook of the leg. *
1!!
2!!
TH…
Markson: SuMa going for a quick pin here in the early moments.
Napier: Even that big beast doesn’t want to risk getting slammed in the tacks.
*Stone escapes with a kickout. SuMa is the first back to his feet where he picks Stone up and hurls him through the ropes sending him out to the floor. SuMa drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor going after Stone. SuMa measures Stone who is near a ring post. The Monster charges looking for a splash but Stone steps to the side and SuMa smashes into the ring post! Stone drives SuMa face-first off the steel steps before locking a front face lock where he looks to snap off a suplex!
SuMa blocks!
Stone attempts a second time and again it’s blocked!
SuMa counters with a suplex of his own! The Monster reaches under the ring pulling out a large black sack and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope. SuMa reaches under the ring, pulling out a steel folding chair with tacks glued all over the seat! Stone is pulling himself back up to his feet and as he stands SuMa swings with the chair! Stone ducks the shot and catches SuMa with a boot to the midsection doubling SuMa over and allowing Stone to snatch the chair where he waffles SuMa across the back to a thunderous ovation from the crowd! Stone rips the chair off SuMa’s back displaying tacks in his back as well as some still on the chair! SuMa spins around toward Stone who cracks SuMa in the face with the chair! SuMa has been opened up in a few places where the tacks penetrate portions of his mask. Stone takes SuMa by the hair and hurls him back into the ring. Stone slides the chair into the ring before sliding back in himself. *
Markson: We have our first signs of blood, in what will be a long and bloody night.
Napier: A thumbtack chair… what will these hardcore freaks think of next?
*The crowd explodes as Stone reaches down picking up the large black sack.
Stone unties the bag and empties thousands of Thumbtacks in the center of the ring. Stone turns his attention to SuMa who is getting to his knees. Stone hammers SuMa with a hard right hand rocking the big man. Stone snatches SuMa by the hair and points at the tacks to get another massive ovation… that’s cut short by SuMa who snatches Stone by the throat! SuMa steps up to his feet and looks to deliver a ChokeSlam! Stone kicks his right knee of SuMa breaking his grasp and allowing Stone to connect with a DDT that misses the tacks. Stone rolls SuMa over making a cover. *
1!!
2!!
THR…
Markson: It’s going to take a lot more than a DDT to put down the beast known as Supreme Machine.
Napier: Not that I am a Maxwell Mason Stone fan, but he did soften Supreme Machine’s head up with a thumbtack chair first.
*SuMa poawers out of the near fall sending Stone several feet in the air! Stone lands on the mat quickly gets to one knee and then steps back up to his feet. Stone stomps away at SuMa before he picks the big man up off the mat. Stone attempts a slam on the Monster but SuMa puts a halt to it with clubbing shots across the back! Stone is met with a vicious headbutt by SuMa followed by a boot to the midsection. SuMa snatches the chair with hundreds of thumbtacks still glued to it and waffles Stone across the back dropping him to the mat. Stone pushes up to all fours where a second shot from the chair followed by a third is delivered across his back leaving thumbtacks in his skin with each strike!
SuMa takes the chair and wedges it in a corner between the top and middle rope with what’s left of the thumbtacks exposed toward the ring.
SuMa turns his attention back toward Stone who is now back to one knee and steps up to his feet where SuMa snatches him by the throat! SuMa hoists Stone high in the air and drives him down into the thousands of Thumbtacks with a chokeslam! The crowd erupts with a thunderous chant that is censored because this is a family show. Suma doesn’t stop there as he bounces off the ropes and drops a huge leg further driving Stone’s body into the thumbtacks while landing on some himself!
SuMa can make another cover. *
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Markson: OH MY! Huge kickout by Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: I’d just eat the loss in this one, it isn’t worth getting slammed into those tacks over and over again.
*Stone escapes! SuMa doesn’t waste time in laying several right hands on the forehead of Stone before stepping back up to his feet where he picks Max up and we get our first shot of the human pin cushion with tacks all over his back. SuMa scoops Stone up over his shoulder and backs up into a neutral corner where he points at the tacks in the ring! SuMa starts to run out from the corner looking for a powerslam! Stone manages to slide down the back of SuMa and shove him forward. SuMa puts on the brakes just before running through the tacks. Stone runs toward SuMa and when the Monster spins around Stone lands a running cross-body block that sends SuMa falling backward into the thumbtacks and Stone crashing down on top of him! The referee makes a count! *
1!!
2!!
THR…
Markson: SUMA WITH THE HUGE KICKOUT!!!
Napier: These so called professional wrestlers are looking more like professional pincushions.
*SuMa powers out of the near fall for a second time! Stone gets back up to a vertical base where he picks SuMa up and looks to send him into the corner with the chair wedge in it. SuMa puts on the brakes just before impact. Stone charges in after him looking for a spear! SuMa sidesteps Stone and sends Max spearing the chair with thumbtacks glued all over it! SuMa drops down to the mat and rolls back out to the floor where he reaches under the ring and pulls out another black bag and slides it into the ring. SuMa drops back down to one knee where he pulls out a TABLE! SuMa slides the table into the ring before he slides under the bottom rope. SuMa works his way back up to his feet where he turns his attention toward Stone. Max staggers backward and slowly spins around where he walks into a Bossman Slam into the Thumbtacks!
Another censored chant from the Thunder Pro crowd is heard while SuMa makes the cover. *
1!!
2!!
THREEEEEE… STONE KICKS OUT! *
Markson: GOOD GRIEF! I thought SuMa was going to drive Max Stone though the mat there, but Stone still kicked out.
Napier: Maxwell Mason Stone is too mentally-ill to know better than to NOT kickout.
*The crowd pops huge for Max as SuMa screams out in frustration before stepping back up to his feet. SuMa’s attention diverts toward the Table. The big man starts to set the legs of the table up before flipping it over and setting it up. SuMa turns his attention back toward Stone who rolls over out of the thumbtacks revealing even MORE tacts all over the backside of his body. SuMa picks up the second black bag and unties it emptying the contents of MORE tacks on the table top! SuMa runs his thumb across his throat before turning his attention back toward Stone. Max has reached one knee. The Monster snatches Max up by the hair and brings him toward the table that is now completely layered in thumbtacks!
SuMa sets up Max for a Powerbomb!
The crowd gasps as SuMa hoists Max up in the air and looks to drive him through the table! Stone starts firing away with piston-like right hands to SuMa’s forehead and is able to slip free where he lands on his feet! SuMa swings with a lariat! Stone ducks when SuMa spins around Stone drives a boot to the midsection of the Monster! Max hoists SuMa up in the air and drives him down through the thumbtack-covered Table with Momenta Axis! (Dominator). Stone makes the cover! *
1!!
2!!
3!!
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and now NUMBER ON CONTENDER TO THE AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP….. MAXWELL MASON STONE!!!
Markson: Absolutely huge win for Maxwell Mason Stone.
Napier: I suppose you could call it a MONSTEROUS win.
Markson: I’m not even upset about that pun.
*The shot focuses on MMS standing in the ring as Referee Villano 16 raises MMS’s hand in victory. Stone pulls a tack out of his arm and flips it out into the crowd as the scene fades to a segment. *
*Darkness consumes everything. A guttural scream pierces the darkness as "Darkness Falls" by Killswitch Engage begins to play. *
*Through the darkness an image flickers. *
*The image stops flickering as the music fades and a date appears on the screen. *
12/8/23
*The date disappears leaving us in silent darkness before the image of Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the next match. *
Markson: This match is one I know you’ve been looking forward to Nick.
Napier: Well I wasn’t until last week when Maloney laid out the match type. As you can see, the ropes have been replaced by barbed wire. Tables around the ring I’ve been told are set with C4 to explode upon impact. I’m here for it.
Steve Cotton: The following match is a LAST RITES MATCH! This is a thirty-minute Ironwoman match fought under Falls Count Anywhere rules! Falls can only be obtained via pinfall or submission.
*The rinside area darkens as the anticipation in the air builds to a crescendo. The opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World begin to play, and the crowd erupts with excitement. As the music picks up, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and Khloe bursts through the curtain with boundless energy and a radiant smile on her face.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making her way to the ring, Khloe Cox!
*Khloe starts her descent to the ring, high-fiving fans along the barricades with genuine enthusiasm. She takes a moment to dance and sing along with the lyrics, creating an instant connection with the audience.*
Khloe: [Singing along] It just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride! Everything, everything will be just fine!
*The crowd sings along with her, creating an electric atmosphere of unity and positivity. Khloe’s infectious spirit spreads like wildfire, as fans of all ages join in the celebration.*
Markson: Khloe Cox, bringing smiles and good vibes wherever she goes!
Napier: I don’t understand how she can be all happy-go-lucky tonight.
*As Khloe finally reaches the ring, she hops onto the apron and waves to the fans before gracefully stepping through the ropes. Once inside, her music is quickly cut off…
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
The song quickly changes over to Five Finger Death Punch’s “This Is My War” as a 1967 Chevrolet Impala rides out into the arena. Eavan Maloney steps out to a very loud, but mixed, reaction. Decked out in new steampunk-inspired gear and shockingly red hair, Maloney stands on the ramp and stares down Khloe inside the ring.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, The Steampunk Warrior… Eavan Maloney!
Markson: What is the deal with Maloney? One week she’s a biker, the next a demented Harley Quinn. And now this?
Napier: I’m kinda glad she’s dropped the Quinn look, and from what I saw on her social media, this was her original look six years ago and it was her students and children who told her to bring it back. Could we be seeing a new side of Maloney tonight?
*The bell sounds and the two of them go toe-to-toe in the ring, Khloe loudly still trying to apologize but Eavan not having it. Khloe lunges at Eavan with a hug, causing the two of them to topple backwards into the barbed wire ropes, snapping them off the ring post from the impact. Outside the ring, the two of them are still tangled together but the referee notices something and drops down.*
ONE!
Napier: Well I wasn’t until last week when Maloney laid out the match type. As you can see, the ropes have been replaced by barbed wire. Tables around the ring I’ve been told are set with C4 to explode upon impact. I’m here for it.
Steve Cotton: The following match is a LAST RITES MATCH! This is a thirty-minute Ironwoman match fought under Falls Count Anywhere rules! Falls can only be obtained via pinfall or submission.
*The rinside area darkens as the anticipation in the air builds to a crescendo. The opening chords of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World begin to play, and the crowd erupts with excitement. As the music picks up, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and Khloe bursts through the curtain with boundless energy and a radiant smile on her face.*
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, making her way to the ring, Khloe Cox!
*Khloe starts her descent to the ring, high-fiving fans along the barricades with genuine enthusiasm. She takes a moment to dance and sing along with the lyrics, creating an instant connection with the audience.*
Khloe: [Singing along] It just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride! Everything, everything will be just fine!
*The crowd sings along with her, creating an electric atmosphere of unity and positivity. Khloe’s infectious spirit spreads like wildfire, as fans of all ages join in the celebration.*
Markson: Khloe Cox, bringing smiles and good vibes wherever she goes!
Napier: I don’t understand how she can be all happy-go-lucky tonight.
*As Khloe finally reaches the ring, she hops onto the apron and waves to the fans before gracefully stepping through the ropes. Once inside, her music is quickly cut off…
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
The song quickly changes over to Five Finger Death Punch’s “This Is My War” as a 1967 Chevrolet Impala rides out into the arena. Eavan Maloney steps out to a very loud, but mixed, reaction. Decked out in new steampunk-inspired gear and shockingly red hair, Maloney stands on the ramp and stares down Khloe inside the ring.*
Steve Cotton: And her opponent, The Steampunk Warrior… Eavan Maloney!
Markson: What is the deal with Maloney? One week she’s a biker, the next a demented Harley Quinn. And now this?
Napier: I’m kinda glad she’s dropped the Quinn look, and from what I saw on her social media, this was her original look six years ago and it was her students and children who told her to bring it back. Could we be seeing a new side of Maloney tonight?
*The bell sounds and the two of them go toe-to-toe in the ring, Khloe loudly still trying to apologize but Eavan not having it. Khloe lunges at Eavan with a hug, causing the two of them to topple backwards into the barbed wire ropes, snapping them off the ring post from the impact. Outside the ring, the two of them are still tangled together but the referee notices something and drops down.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 0:19… Khloe Cox!
Markson: TWENTY SECONDS INTO THE MATCH and Khloe Cox has pinned Eavan Maloney!
Napier: That HAD to be an accident!
*Khloe untangles herself and is holding her face in shock. Eavan manages to get out of the ropes and yells in frustration. Eavan is about to grab Khloe but Khloe high-tails it over the barricade and is out in the crowd. Eavan hops the barricade in pursuit, giving chase up into the second level. Khloe hides among the fans while Eavan tries to find her, and as she approaches, Khloe blows what appears to be blue mist all over Eavan’s face and runs off again. As Eavan is trying to wipe the mist off, a cameraman gets a close shot of Eavan’s face, revealing the mist was Pop Rocks, some still popping on Eavan’s face as she’s trying to wipe it off.*
Markson: Love her or hate her, Khloe Cox is resilient.
Napier: I’ll give her credit, she probably broke the land speed record when she ran away from Maloney there.
*Eventually, Eavan catches up with Khloe as she runs into a skybox. Eavan gives chase but Khloe locks the door. Eavan goes out into the crowd and gets over the railing as the fans in the box high-tail it out of there. Khloe throws a pizza box at Eavan, along with cans of beer and soda. Eavan grabs a tray of wings and throws it back at Khloe. Eavan grabs a bottle of hot sauce and is about to pour it in Khloe’s eyes before Khloe shoves Eavan backwards, down a couple of stairs into the arena seats, before Eavan falls over the railing to the ground below.*
Markson: This has to be over. EMTs are over there now. That was a hell of a drop, easily fifteen feet.
Napier: They still have a solid fifteen minutes left, do they just call it a win for Cox after what happened?
*Khloe looks over the railing in shock as EMTs look over Eavan. Khloe shakes her head and gets angry, climbs over the railing, before leaping off with an elbow drop. Suddenly the crowd comes alive as the camera crew missed what happened. However, the referee in the match goes for a count.*
ONE!
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 0:19… Khloe Cox!
Markson: TWENTY SECONDS INTO THE MATCH and Khloe Cox has pinned Eavan Maloney!
Napier: That HAD to be an accident!
*Khloe untangles herself and is holding her face in shock. Eavan manages to get out of the ropes and yells in frustration. Eavan is about to grab Khloe but Khloe high-tails it over the barricade and is out in the crowd. Eavan hops the barricade in pursuit, giving chase up into the second level. Khloe hides among the fans while Eavan tries to find her, and as she approaches, Khloe blows what appears to be blue mist all over Eavan’s face and runs off again. As Eavan is trying to wipe the mist off, a cameraman gets a close shot of Eavan’s face, revealing the mist was Pop Rocks, some still popping on Eavan’s face as she’s trying to wipe it off.*
Markson: Love her or hate her, Khloe Cox is resilient.
Napier: I’ll give her credit, she probably broke the land speed record when she ran away from Maloney there.
*Eventually, Eavan catches up with Khloe as she runs into a skybox. Eavan gives chase but Khloe locks the door. Eavan goes out into the crowd and gets over the railing as the fans in the box high-tail it out of there. Khloe throws a pizza box at Eavan, along with cans of beer and soda. Eavan grabs a tray of wings and throws it back at Khloe. Eavan grabs a bottle of hot sauce and is about to pour it in Khloe’s eyes before Khloe shoves Eavan backwards, down a couple of stairs into the arena seats, before Eavan falls over the railing to the ground below.*
Markson: This has to be over. EMTs are over there now. That was a hell of a drop, easily fifteen feet.
Napier: They still have a solid fifteen minutes left, do they just call it a win for Cox after what happened?
*Khloe looks over the railing in shock as EMTs look over Eavan. Khloe shakes her head and gets angry, climbs over the railing, before leaping off with an elbow drop. Suddenly the crowd comes alive as the camera crew missed what happened. However, the referee in the match goes for a count.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 16:44… Eavan Maloney!
Markson: For those who missed that at home, Maloney caught Cox in mid-air and hit her with the Sykobitty Stunner! We were SURE Maloney was down after being shoved off that skybox.
Napier: I don’t know if that’s experience, instinct, or if Maloney is legitimately crazy, but that was a shocking moment and now they’re tied at one fall a piece.
*Eavan manages to get to her feet and shoves the EMTs out of the way who were tending to Khloe and picks her up on her shoulders and walks back to the ringside area before dropping a lifeless Khloe on the ground. Eavan arranges a table against another one, telling the fans in that area to move out of the way. She picks up Khloe over her shoulders again and takes a run towards the tables but Khloe slips off and dropkicks Eavan in the back, sending her into the tables which explode on impact. Khloe goes for a cover.*
ONE!
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 16:44… Eavan Maloney!
Markson: For those who missed that at home, Maloney caught Cox in mid-air and hit her with the Sykobitty Stunner! We were SURE Maloney was down after being shoved off that skybox.
Napier: I don’t know if that’s experience, instinct, or if Maloney is legitimately crazy, but that was a shocking moment and now they’re tied at one fall a piece.
*Eavan manages to get to her feet and shoves the EMTs out of the way who were tending to Khloe and picks her up on her shoulders and walks back to the ringside area before dropping a lifeless Khloe on the ground. Eavan arranges a table against another one, telling the fans in that area to move out of the way. She picks up Khloe over her shoulders again and takes a run towards the tables but Khloe slips off and dropkicks Eavan in the back, sending her into the tables which explode on impact. Khloe goes for a cover.*
ONE!
TWO!
…NO!
Markson: How did Maloney kick out of that?!
Napier: How are EITHER of these women still competing after what we’ve witnessed?
*Khloe grabs Eavan and rolls her into the ring. Khloe exits the ring and grabs a couple of chairs wrapped in barbed wire and places one under Eavan’s head. As she reels back to hit Eavan with the second chair, Eavan kicks it out of Khloe’s hands, before pulling Khloe towards her, sending her outside the ring into a second table which explodes. Eavan rolls out of the ring, flips up the apron, looking around for something in particular, and pulls out Barbie, her barbed-wire crowbar. The top of the crowbar is wrapped in a cloth, and Eavan looks under the ring again and finds a lighter. After a couple of tries, the cloth is lit and Barbie is ablaze. As Khloe is coming to, she turns and sees Eavan standing in the ring, twirling Barbie, waiting for her. Khloe steps back before running at Eavan full-tilt and hitting a desperation-level Lunatic Lariat, shoving the flaming crowbar into Eavan’s face! Eavan’s blinded as they’re sent through the opposite set of barbed-wire ropes and to the floor. Khloe throws a now-extinguished Barbie into the ring and covers Eavan.*
ONE!
Markson: How did Maloney kick out of that?!
Napier: How are EITHER of these women still competing after what we’ve witnessed?
*Khloe grabs Eavan and rolls her into the ring. Khloe exits the ring and grabs a couple of chairs wrapped in barbed wire and places one under Eavan’s head. As she reels back to hit Eavan with the second chair, Eavan kicks it out of Khloe’s hands, before pulling Khloe towards her, sending her outside the ring into a second table which explodes. Eavan rolls out of the ring, flips up the apron, looking around for something in particular, and pulls out Barbie, her barbed-wire crowbar. The top of the crowbar is wrapped in a cloth, and Eavan looks under the ring again and finds a lighter. After a couple of tries, the cloth is lit and Barbie is ablaze. As Khloe is coming to, she turns and sees Eavan standing in the ring, twirling Barbie, waiting for her. Khloe steps back before running at Eavan full-tilt and hitting a desperation-level Lunatic Lariat, shoving the flaming crowbar into Eavan’s face! Eavan’s blinded as they’re sent through the opposite set of barbed-wire ropes and to the floor. Khloe throws a now-extinguished Barbie into the ring and covers Eavan.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 25:07… Khloe Cox!
Markson: I can’t help but respect both of these competitors tonight.
Napier: If I’m Cox right now, under five minutes to go, Maloney’s out, I’d sit tight. Let time run out, get the W and get out of Dodge.
*Khloe falls back against a ringpost, bloodied and exhausted. Outside the ring, Eavan is slowly stirring. Eavan pulls herself back up and pulls herself into the ring. Khloe can’t believe it and manages to get back to her feet. Eavan gets to hers and the two of them are back to how all this started, toe-to-toe but now considerably bloodier and beat up. Two minutes left on the clock, and Eavan swings, Khloe ducks, Eavan spins Khloe around and locks in her Tap Or Die dragon sleeper! Khloe tries to fight her way out of the hold, before Eavan puts her right arm back to lock fingers with her left hand and starts choking Khloe out. Khloe is still fighting out of the move.*
Steve Cotton: Final minute!
*The crowd is right behind Khloe, willing her to keep fighting for just a few seconds longer, before Eavan smirks to the crowd and falls backwards, driving the back of Khloe’s head into Barbie! Khloe barely manages to tap Eavan’s arm as she fades.*
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 29:43… Eavan Maloney!
*The last seventeen seconds has the two of them spent on the mat as the crowd counts down the last seconds, cheering for both of them after the hellacious performance they put on.*
Steven Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of both participants earning two falls apiece, this match is a DRAW!
*The crowd are on their feet as the two pull themselves up, bloody and beaten. Khloe is about to leave the ring frustrated with herself but Eavan pulls her back. As Khloe shakes her head, still wanting to leave, Eavan extends her hand in respect. The crowd pops, trying to convince Khloe to accept the handshake, before Khloe extends her arms which pops the crowd even more. This time, it’s Eavan who shakes her head no and is about to leave, which the fans turn quickly against her. Khloe is visibly saddened by this, before Eavan turns around and the two hug in the center of the ring to a massive pop from the crowd. The two of them take turns putting the other over with the fans. *
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 25:07… Khloe Cox!
Markson: I can’t help but respect both of these competitors tonight.
Napier: If I’m Cox right now, under five minutes to go, Maloney’s out, I’d sit tight. Let time run out, get the W and get out of Dodge.
*Khloe falls back against a ringpost, bloodied and exhausted. Outside the ring, Eavan is slowly stirring. Eavan pulls herself back up and pulls herself into the ring. Khloe can’t believe it and manages to get back to her feet. Eavan gets to hers and the two of them are back to how all this started, toe-to-toe but now considerably bloodier and beat up. Two minutes left on the clock, and Eavan swings, Khloe ducks, Eavan spins Khloe around and locks in her Tap Or Die dragon sleeper! Khloe tries to fight her way out of the hold, before Eavan puts her right arm back to lock fingers with her left hand and starts choking Khloe out. Khloe is still fighting out of the move.*
Steve Cotton: Final minute!
*The crowd is right behind Khloe, willing her to keep fighting for just a few seconds longer, before Eavan smirks to the crowd and falls backwards, driving the back of Khloe’s head into Barbie! Khloe barely manages to tap Eavan’s arm as she fades.*
Steve Cotton: The winner of the fall at 29:43… Eavan Maloney!
*The last seventeen seconds has the two of them spent on the mat as the crowd counts down the last seconds, cheering for both of them after the hellacious performance they put on.*
Steven Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of both participants earning two falls apiece, this match is a DRAW!
*The crowd are on their feet as the two pull themselves up, bloody and beaten. Khloe is about to leave the ring frustrated with herself but Eavan pulls her back. As Khloe shakes her head, still wanting to leave, Eavan extends her hand in respect. The crowd pops, trying to convince Khloe to accept the handshake, before Khloe extends her arms which pops the crowd even more. This time, it’s Eavan who shakes her head no and is about to leave, which the fans turn quickly against her. Khloe is visibly saddened by this, before Eavan turns around and the two hug in the center of the ring to a massive pop from the crowd. The two of them take turns putting the other over with the fans. *
Markson: After a insanely brutal match, there is now mutual respect from Eavan to Khloe.
Napier: Don't be a stupid softy Eavan, stab her in the back.
Markson: OH STOP IT!
Napier: I'll never stop.
Markson: You know what else won't stop? This amazing night, let's go monitors for some backstage information.
*Nestled away from the roaring crowd, seated in a private trailer with a big scren offers an unparalleled experience for true wrestling aficionados. As you step through the polished mahogany double doors, you're immediately greeted by the aroma of freshly popped buttered popcorn and the distant echo of the crowd's fervent cheers.
The private trailer is lavishly appointed with plush leather seating, strategically arranged to provide a prime view of the big screen. A sleek, marble-topped bar stretches along one side of the main room, offering an array of beverages from craft beers to top-shelf liquors, attended to by a private bartender.
The trailer's ambiance is one of luxury and excitement. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the space in natural light during the day, while a constellation of strategically placed sconces casts a soft glow in the evening, creating an atmosphere that's both electrifying and refined.
A dedicated catering station beckons with a mouthwatering spread of gourmet treats. From succulent sliders to a sushi bar featuring the freshest catches, a curated selection of desserts, from decadent chocolate truffles to perfectly crafted cheesecakes.
The trailer feathers more than just a big screen as it also boasts state-of-the-art technology, including multiple high-definition screens strategically placed throughout the entierty, ensuring you never miss a moment of the action. Additionally, a discrete sound system allows you to adjust the audio to your preferred level, ensuring you hear every thud, slam, and cheer with absolute clarity.
Jace Savage, sitting in his seat, waves for the waitress to come over. As she does there’s a knock on the door. A member of Jace’s security team puts down his plate and makes sure he doesn’t have any crumbs on him before answering the door. Jace, standing up from his chair, calls out to his security detail. *
Jace Savage: “Who’s at the door?”
*Security guy turns and responds.*
Security: "It’s Jason Cashe, sir. Should I let him in?”
*Jace lets a smile form on his face.*
Jace Savage: “Yeah, let him in. Oh and Miss, can you bring me two bourbons please?”
*Coming into the trailer, Jason Cashe looks around. This clearly wasn't his 'scene' but it wasn't that he had never experienced it a time or two. Meeting Jace's greeting smile, Cashe gives him a nod. *
Jason Cashe: "Well it's clear that you're still doing well for yourself.."
Jace Savage: "Not too bad, no. How have you been, Jason?"
*With a hand extended as the space between them got smaller, Jace was happy to see Cashe. They were old friends from a different place and time. Not like a multiverse 'place and time' but some years ago.. Don't get confused, keep up. *
Jason Cashe: "Won some, lost some. Depends on the day, I guess."
*Handshake complete, Cashe still had his eyes on the area. The big screen broadcasting the three rings. Fans waved and looked up as TPW cameras were live and recording. The waiter hurries over with a tray carrying two Bourbons poured into two glasses that looked as fancy as the setup was intended to look. *
Jace Savage: "Here, have a drink with me.."
*Taking a glass from the tray, Jace offers it to Cashe and he accepts. Pulling the other glass from the tray, Jace lifts his glass to start a toast. The waiter leaves but not before Cashe leans over towards him. *
Jason Cashe: "Thanks, Alfred!"
*Jace gave the notion of thanking the waiter a scoff. He returns to the toast and offers it up. *
Jace Savage: "To old friends and new challenges!"
*They tipped their glasses and shot them back, letting the sweet burn slide down their throats. Cashe adding that loud 'Aaaahhhh' as if it quenches a thirst. *
Jace Savage: "So let's talk about that challen–"
*Cashe roared forward, blasting Jace to the jaw with a short armed right elbow. Tumbling back, Jace grabs at a table, a chair, trying to keep himself standing and as he does get his balance, Cashe crashes into him with yet another elbow that drops Jace to the floor. Immediately security appeared and snatched Cashe up, pulling him back. Jace is wobbly as he staggers to his feet. *
Jason Cashe: "I'm rags to riches but I'll gladly turn your riches to rags. Challenge accepted.. Fancy boy! Welcome back."
*Security doesn't hold him in place for monologue purposes or an intense back and forth of words. Jace Savage was drowsy and stepping in a few potholes. Those unexpected shots knocked his thinker loose and was at least woozy. Out the door Security dragged Cashe, he was willing to leave, said and did what he wanted to do. He was gone as staff checked on Jace who began getting angry as he shook off his daze, as the scene fades from Jace's angry face back to Steve Cotton in the ring to announce the next match. *
The private trailer is lavishly appointed with plush leather seating, strategically arranged to provide a prime view of the big screen. A sleek, marble-topped bar stretches along one side of the main room, offering an array of beverages from craft beers to top-shelf liquors, attended to by a private bartender.
The trailer's ambiance is one of luxury and excitement. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the space in natural light during the day, while a constellation of strategically placed sconces casts a soft glow in the evening, creating an atmosphere that's both electrifying and refined.
A dedicated catering station beckons with a mouthwatering spread of gourmet treats. From succulent sliders to a sushi bar featuring the freshest catches, a curated selection of desserts, from decadent chocolate truffles to perfectly crafted cheesecakes.
The trailer feathers more than just a big screen as it also boasts state-of-the-art technology, including multiple high-definition screens strategically placed throughout the entierty, ensuring you never miss a moment of the action. Additionally, a discrete sound system allows you to adjust the audio to your preferred level, ensuring you hear every thud, slam, and cheer with absolute clarity.
Jace Savage, sitting in his seat, waves for the waitress to come over. As she does there’s a knock on the door. A member of Jace’s security team puts down his plate and makes sure he doesn’t have any crumbs on him before answering the door. Jace, standing up from his chair, calls out to his security detail. *
Jace Savage: “Who’s at the door?”
*Security guy turns and responds.*
Security: "It’s Jason Cashe, sir. Should I let him in?”
*Jace lets a smile form on his face.*
Jace Savage: “Yeah, let him in. Oh and Miss, can you bring me two bourbons please?”
*Coming into the trailer, Jason Cashe looks around. This clearly wasn't his 'scene' but it wasn't that he had never experienced it a time or two. Meeting Jace's greeting smile, Cashe gives him a nod. *
Jason Cashe: "Well it's clear that you're still doing well for yourself.."
Jace Savage: "Not too bad, no. How have you been, Jason?"
*With a hand extended as the space between them got smaller, Jace was happy to see Cashe. They were old friends from a different place and time. Not like a multiverse 'place and time' but some years ago.. Don't get confused, keep up. *
Jason Cashe: "Won some, lost some. Depends on the day, I guess."
*Handshake complete, Cashe still had his eyes on the area. The big screen broadcasting the three rings. Fans waved and looked up as TPW cameras were live and recording. The waiter hurries over with a tray carrying two Bourbons poured into two glasses that looked as fancy as the setup was intended to look. *
Jace Savage: "Here, have a drink with me.."
*Taking a glass from the tray, Jace offers it to Cashe and he accepts. Pulling the other glass from the tray, Jace lifts his glass to start a toast. The waiter leaves but not before Cashe leans over towards him. *
Jason Cashe: "Thanks, Alfred!"
*Jace gave the notion of thanking the waiter a scoff. He returns to the toast and offers it up. *
Jace Savage: "To old friends and new challenges!"
*They tipped their glasses and shot them back, letting the sweet burn slide down their throats. Cashe adding that loud 'Aaaahhhh' as if it quenches a thirst. *
Jace Savage: "So let's talk about that challen–"
*Cashe roared forward, blasting Jace to the jaw with a short armed right elbow. Tumbling back, Jace grabs at a table, a chair, trying to keep himself standing and as he does get his balance, Cashe crashes into him with yet another elbow that drops Jace to the floor. Immediately security appeared and snatched Cashe up, pulling him back. Jace is wobbly as he staggers to his feet. *
Jason Cashe: "I'm rags to riches but I'll gladly turn your riches to rags. Challenge accepted.. Fancy boy! Welcome back."
*Security doesn't hold him in place for monologue purposes or an intense back and forth of words. Jace Savage was drowsy and stepping in a few potholes. Those unexpected shots knocked his thinker loose and was at least woozy. Out the door Security dragged Cashe, he was willing to leave, said and did what he wanted to do. He was gone as staff checked on Jace who began getting angry as he shook off his daze, as the scene fades from Jace's angry face back to Steve Cotton in the ring to announce the next match. *
Steve Cotton: The following match is a TEQUILA DEATHMATCH!!! There are NO pinfalls, NO submissions, NO countouts, NO disqualifications… ANYTHING GOES because this match is being held under Last Man Standing rules! Each team will take a round of tequila shots to begin the match. They will then take another round of shots every two minutes, regardless of each wrestler’s condition, for as long as the match continues. The winning team will be the one able to answer a standing ten count when the other team is unable to do so.
Strobe lights begin to flash as "Birth Ritual" by Soundgarden starts playing. As the chuggy main riff of the song starts the Rogues’ Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown, emerge onto the stage from behind the curtain. They toss their arms triumphantly into the air, and look around before they head to the ring.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 465 pounds… the team of Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown… they are the ROGUES’ GALLERY!
Markson: Superunknown recruited JTW for a run in the Duos division, and this would be a huge step in the right direction if they can topple the former Duos champs.
Napier: Get it right, former and longest reigning. Let’s see if they can even keep up, much less overcome the Malvados.
"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Vanessa Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp. Once together, they make their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet 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. They then hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match.
Steve Cotton: Their opponents, hailing from Not Mexico! They enter at a combined weight of 400 pounds… they are the winners of the 2023 S.E.X. Cup! Hector and Victor… THE MALVADO BROTHERS!
Markson: Obviously this would typically be a match that favors the Malvados, but with the Tequila Deathmatch stipulation this may come down to a whole different skill set!
Napier: Of course the Malvados are favored! They have their papi who is a master of the drink.
Markson: I would say you’re making a terrible assumption if he didn’t brag about it in catering every week. He also isn’t the one drinking, Nick.
Napier: You would think of the obvious, Markson. My real point is the Malvados find a way to win, regardless of the conditions. That’s what makes them all-time champions.
Markson: We’re about to find out as the teams are standing with Referee Bobby ‘The Beard’ Johnson ready to get things started.
Ref Beard is reminding the teams of the instructions as they stand before a table at ringside, where four shot glasses are filled with tequila. The Malvados squirm a bit at the sight of the glasses, while Rogues Gallery looks ready to go. Ref Johnson tells them to both take the shots before the opening bell rings and RG takes theirs in hand and motions for the Malvados to follow suit. As the former champs hold their glasses, they look at the Beard, who counts them down…
3!
2!
1!
Superunknown eagerly takes his shot at ‘1’ while Jeremy the Wicked does so a second later. The Malvados take the shots and wince as the bell rings to start the match. Rogues Gallery sets their glasses on the table and turn to go to the ring when the Malvados turn them back around and SMASH their glasses over the heads of RG!
Napier: Who’s the smartest players in the game??
Markson: The Malvados not wasting anytime by going right after Rogues Gallery.
Napier: Heh… you said wasted.
Markson: Oh, boy, here we go…
The Malvados quickly toss RG into the opposing ringposts landing them on the floor. Hector we think, charges and hits a running knee that sandwiches JTW between him and the steel stairs. Victor goes after Superunknown, trying to do the same but ends up flipped over onto Superunknown’s shoulders. He runs Victor to the ringside barricade and lands a modified Snake Eyes that bounces Victor off the barricade to the floor.
Markson:Nasty counter by Superunknown while Hector Malvado may have rung the bell of Jeremy the Wicked!
Napier: Shouldn’t Superunknown take this into the ring!
Markson: This is tornado tag team rules, so all four wrestlers can go as they please.
Napier: Great, let Superunknown go disappear into the unknown again before he breaks Victor.
Markson: That’s sort of what he’s here for…
Superunknown grabs Victor up and goes for a Fireman’s Carry that Victor slips out behind. He lands kicks to the legs of Superunknown, stunning the big man, and follows up by hopping on the barricade to fly off with a– NO! Superunknown with a Yakuza Kick that catches Victor midair and sends him tumbling to the floor!
Markson: Ref Beard instructs that it’s time to take another round of shots!
Napier: Already?!
Markson: Every two minutes, which in hindsight may have been a bit ambitious.
Hector has been wearing out JTW on the stairs, and as a ringside attendant offers the shot, he takes one and forces it down the throat of JTW! The attendant tells Hector he needs to take the shot, and as he grabs the glass he downs the shot before spitting it in the face of JTW and slams him from one to a ringpost to the other stairs around the ring. He sees Superunknown taking a shot and Victor dazed on the floor, being given a shot by the ringside staff. Hector drops JTW with a snap suplex onto the floor before leaping up himself onto the apron. As Superunknown picks Victor up, Hector comes off with a leaping jumpkick to the back of Superunknown’s head! Hector gets Victor up quickly and the Malvados land a double sidekick to the chest of Superunknown, sending him back against the barricade. Hector gets onto the apron again while Victor runs the barricade. Victor goes for a Hurricanrana of his own but Superunknown stops him mid-turn! He grabs Hector out of the air as he leaps towards and hits a modified single armed Chokeslam to the floor before grabbing Victor, who is in no man’s land and tries pulling himself up. Victor hits some strikes to the head but Superunknown has him in a Tornado Spin! Suddenly JTW comes off the apron with a Missile Dropkick to double team Victor!
Markson: The crowd is loving the teamwork by Rogues Gallery.
Napier: You mean the low brows? The Malvados are an institution in TPW. No way is that nearly enough.
Superunknown checks on Jeremy the Wicked as the two assess the Malvados and throw Victor into the ring. RG gets inside themselves and they double Irish Whip Victor, looking for the FASTBALL double team finisher on him! Superunknown is ready to launch JTW for the Spear when Hector comes in and catches Superunknown by the back of his neck on the top rope. JTW goes for a Spear on Victor who ducks under… Hector is in the ring and lands a Reverse DDT on JTW while Victor comes back off the ropes with a Shooting Star Press! Hector is already springboarding off the top rope with an Asai Moonsault on JTW! Superunknown is back up as JTW writhes on the ground. He Clotheslines Hector over the ropes as he stands and turns into a Roundhouse Kick from Victor that sends him staggering into a corner. Victor comes rushing in with a Jumping Knee that rocks Superunknown’s jaw. Victor steps back and charges again with another Jumping Knee! He goes back once more and Superunknown catches him midair, walking him out of the corner. But wait! Hector snuck onto the top rope and comes leaping off with a Bulldog that catches Superunknown, while Victor uses his position to hit a Codebreaker on the way down!
Bobby the Beard calls for another round of shots!
Markson: They Malvados are seasoned as a tag team, and it’s allowing them to be seemingly everywhere while Rogues Gallery is having some trouble keeping up.
Napier: Like I said it’s nothing more than the mark of a championship team. The Malvados have seen wrestlers join forces to try and take them down before.
Markson: I cannot argue that. Heck, even seasoned teams tried to dethrone them. Look at the S.E.X. Cup. But we know Hector and Victor are not unbeatable.
Napier: Yeah, just like Marcus is a Not Zombie, right? Dream on!
Hector and Victor each enter the ring with two shot glasses apiece, presumably one for each team… but we know better. They mount their opponents and proceed to drown them with two shots each!
Markson: That is a blatant violation of the match conditions.
Napier: It’s nothing short of pure genius! There’s no rule against the opponents taking more than one shot.
Markson: Nick that’s… well, technically that’s true. But the Malvados need to take them, too.
Napier: I think I heard Rogues Gallery volunteer for seconds.
As JTW looks splotchy faced and Superunknown clutches his ribs, Ref Beard puts in a count while the Malvados hold their hands up for the crowd…
1!
2!
3!
JTW is stirring, but he looks like a lot’s going on inside…
4!
5!
6!
Superunknown is using the ropes to rise up, but his breathing is a bit labored as he digets…
Markson: Remember, both team members need to get to their feet by the ten count.
7!
8!
JTW is stumbling up and Superunknown is resting on the ropes when the Malvados come in and put the boots to RG! They throw their opponents outside the ring and then leap off with dueling Tope Con Hilos that wipe out RG!
Napier: Relentless attack, keep at it brothers!
Markson: Don’t forget, Hector and Victor haven’t even taken as many shots. They turned the tide with a booze infusion on Rogues Gallery.
Napier: Don’t disparage the Malvados talent like that.
Hector gets up and takes JTW up the ramp, knocking him with strikes along the way. Victor follows but not before grabbing a steel chair from underneath the ring and waylaying Superunkown multiple times across the back! The big man is down still holding his ribs while Victor goes to catch up with Hector, who Overhead Belly to Belly suplexes JTW over his head off the ramp! No! Amazingly, Jeremy lands on his feet on the floor to a cheer from the crowd. Hector dives off the ramp himself, showing no fear…
Markson: It’s Jeremy the Wicked with a Spear that takes Hector out of the air to the no-give concrete!
Napier: What? What a dirty move, where’s that Bearded buffoon of a ref.
Markson: No matter, Referee Johnson is only there to bartend and make counts.
Speaking of which, Bobby ‘The Beard’ comes along with ringside staff holding shot glasses, chasing after the teams and calling for another round.
Napier: This will be interesting…
Markson: Time for another round, if these teams can be caught.
Victor ignores the calls and dives off with the chair in hand to smash the rising JTW. Jeremy kicks the chair right into Victor’s face! He then flashes some strength by hoisting Hector in a Gorilla Press and switching to a Powerslam onto the fallen steel chair! Victor wobbles up and is walloped from behind by Superunknown, who is back in the mix. He chokes Victor on the ground before DEADLIFTING the Malvado Bro up with one hand and hitting a Chokeslam that crashes him onto the body of Hector and the chair underneath. Rogues Gallery roars at the crowd who cheer back at them before Superunknown holds HEctor Malvado from behind and JTW raises the shot glass…
Napier: You don’t have to do this!
Markson: Oh yes he does!
JTW squishes Hector’s cheeks under the mask and pours the shot down to a wriggling Malvado to the elation of the crowd. He then picks up the chair and SMASHES it over the head of Hector, while Superunknown yanks up Victor. JTW puts the chair under the chin of Victor, who is screaming out as he uselessly struggles. JTW then bashes him in the ribs with the chair, causing Victor’s mouth to open involuntarily and Superunknown takes a shot and feeds it to Victor Malvado! Rogues Gallery then proceed to cheers their own shots and down them, too, before shoving Victor down for the count!
Napier: How dumb are these Rogues, taking their own shots when they didn’t have to!
Markson: They want to show they can win within the rules, nothing wrong with that.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Napier: This is a travesty! Aren’t people supposed to discourage their friends from drinking?
Markson: First, that’s ‘Don’t Drink and Drive,’ and TPW fully endorses that! Secondly, these four would be called anything but friends.
Napier: Those commercials don’t get through to my superior brain. It’s aimed at the low brows in the stands.
5!
6!
The Malvados are looking for anything to help themselves up, but instead must use each other as there is nothing around.
7!
As they stand, JTW is launched by Superunknown with a FASTBALL! He goes for both Malvados and connects with Hector and…
Markson: Hector eats a FASTBALL but Victor had the chair in hand! JTW gets tagged and he’s next to Hector on the ground.
Napier: A move I can be proud of calling!
Markson: I’ll handle the play-by-play, thanks.
Napier: You aren’t even good at it!
Ref Beard begins a count on JTW and Hector while Victor avoids a Yakuza Kick from Superunknown…
1!
2!
Victor turns and swings the chair…
3!
NO! Superunknown PUNCHES the chair into the face of Victor!
4!
5!
JTW is getting to all fours as Superunknown takes Victor in his arms and lands a Gutwrench Powerbomb on the steel chair!
6!
7!
Hector is also on all fours while JTW gets to his feet…
8!
JTW sees Superunknown pulling Victor’s dead weight up…
9!
When Hector clips JTW from behind! As JTW falls Hector uses his body to stand.
Napier: The Malvados will use anything to survive, even their own opponents.
Markson: They just suffered two losses in a row, and they’ll probably do anything to avoid making it three.
Napier: Watch and see!
Superunknown sets Victor up for the Death Knell Sitout Tombstone PIledriver when Hector comes flying off the back of JTW and lands a Fameasser on Superunknown! JTW picks up the chair… and it falls to pieces!
Markson: Talk about a worn out chair, that thing is toast!
Napier: Tough luck, losers!
JTW shrugs and uses a leg of the chair to choke Hector from behind.
Markson: What was that, Nick?
Napier: Shut up, Markson, nobody wants to see this!
Victor breaks up the choke of JTW with a boot to the head and the Malvados regroup… or they try. When they find two shots being presented to them, Victor dry heaves and Hector starts shouting!
Napier: They just had to take shots!
Markson: About two minutes ago, according to the Beard.
Napier: They’re going to swear off alcohol at this rate.
Hector tries to get Victor under control and they take the shot glasses to force their opponents to take them. The momentary pause allows Superunknown and JTW to grab the Malvados hands, swishing the shots! It looks like Rogues Gallery is about to turn the shots to The Malvados, who are resisting but don’t have the strength advantage.
Markson: Lordy! Double low blow kicks by the Malvado Brothers!
Napier: One step ahead, or a blow below the Rogues. Ha!
Markson: What a despicable move by the Malvados as they take the shot glasses and for a second time smash the glass over the heads of Rogues Gallery!
Napier: That’s what they get for thinking they can win. Now they’re busted open!
JTW and Superunknown are bleeding from their heads as the glass dug into them. After falling to the ground, the Malvados celebrate with the other two shots as they do some dancing over the bodies of their opponents while Ref Beard gives a count, amidst the loud reaction from the live audience!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Rogues Gallery is stirring, but the Malvados pay no mind as they continue dancing… the effects of the tequila distracting them!
6!
7!
RG is slow to get up, the low blows and the tequila working against them. The Malvados are turned to them as they party and drink in the good and bad calls from the fans. Victor goes to offer a child in the front row a shot, getting mean mugged by the parent who tries swatting the drink away. Victor laughs and is then turns into a Clothesline From Hell by Superunknown! JTW manages to take the glass off him before it spills and as Victor lays on the ground JTW gives him the shot! Hector finally sees what’s happening and charges into a kick as well, as JTW grabs the shot glass from his hand and pours it in! Superunknown wipes blood out of his eyes and lifts Hector for a Spinebuster while JTW comes in with a SLINGBLADE WHILE HOLDING THE GLASS! Hector lands on the concrete and the glass shatters on his face, causing a tear in his mask and busting him wide open!
Markson: It feels like it takes two minutes just to get them to take the previous shots, much less keep up as Ref Beard puts in another count.
1!
2!
3!
Napier: Who thought of this insane concept?
Markson: Uh, the Malvados I think.
4!
Napier: I mean, it’s brilliant when they’re giving out the shots. The rest of the time, insanity.
5!
The Malvados begin to crawl towards the stands, using the barricade as a way to pull themselves up. Hector is bleeding profusely and Victor looks absolutely ill.
6!
With his hands slick from blood and his head filled with tequila, Hector falls as he tries to lift himself with the barricade. Victor is pulling himself, but looks woozyAF from what we can tell. He’s flailing about with an arm to balance, even though he’s leaning on the barricade.
7!
8!
Victor is on his feet…
9!
Markson: TE– NO! Hector uses Victor to get upright…
JTW and Superunknown are quick to stalk the Malvados after checking with the referee that Hector did beat the count. But before they reach the Malvados…
Napier: Noooooo!
Markson: Victor gave one look at Hector and PUKES ON HIM!!!
Napier: This may be the saddest day in TPW history!
Hector is screaming in distress while Victor falls over the barricade into the stands! Superunknown approaches Hector but turns away at the smell, waving his arms. JTW tries to follow Victor and finds he’s escaping through the crowd. JTW gives Superunknown a look and then follows.
Napier: Cardinal rule, never split up the gang.
Markson: I think it’s clear Victor is the more… vulnerable… of the Malvados at the moment.
Napier: I can hardly bear to watch this. I have sympathy vomit pains!
Markson: PLEASE turn away. We’ll get you a bucket.
While JTW goes into the crowd, Superunknown tries to grab Hector and gets pulled into the barricade face first. Paco brings a towel over to him and Hector tries to wipe off the vomit, but Superunknown is back up before the ref can even start a count and and lands a big right hand to Hector, sending him staggering into an aisle. Superunknown follows and Hector eats another right hand that sends him stumbling along. Superunknown lines up Hector for a Clothesline from Hell and Hector ducks under and grabs a fan’s drink, throwing it into the face of Superunknown!
Markson: The alcohol is no doubt stinging the wound on Superunknown’s face. He’s raking at it to no avail.
Napier: Everyone’s got tequila on the brain, literally, but sometimes the ole hops and malt does the trick.
Hector jumps on Superunknown’s back as he tries to clear his eyes, and Hector chokes him with the puke-ridden towel! Superunknown goes down to a knee, Ref Beard ready to make a count if he goes down. Superunknown struggles… then shouts out and stands back up!
Markson: The big man isn’t done yet. He grabs the towel but cannot get a grip between it and his neck.
Napier: His face is turning red, or is that from the tequila?
Markson: Superunknown catches Hector with a short back elbow to the temple! Hector’s grip loosens and it’s enough for Superunknown to adjust him…
Napier: Not good.
Superunknown has Hector horizontal on his back and drops him with White Noise onto the concrete! We then see Victor and JTW battling it out in an exchange of blows. Superunknown reluctantly uses Hector’s towel to clear his vision of blood and beer. He tosses the towel onto Hector as Victor hits an Enziguri on JTW and moves further down the aisle towards an arena corridor. Rogues Gallery follows in pursuit as Ref Beard tries to catchup with more shots!
Markson: This match has devolved into an all out barroom brawl. No comment Nick?
Napier: I’m still trying not to heave.
Markson: Fair enough.
RG follows Victor Malvado into the arena corridor, and he’s waiting with a tray of nachos that he misses high on JTW and sends it into the face of Superunknown! The big man yells in pain from the hot cheese burning along with the remnants of alcohol while JTW bowls over Victor with a Clothesline that sends them over a concession stand. Fans make noise in the hallway as they gather and JTW gets up as the referee and staff shuttle the shots over. JTW grabs one and surprisingly takes it down, looking enraged. He then SMASHES the glass over Victor’s head, and blood now flows from all four wrestlers. JTW catches Victor before he falls, sending him back over with an Exploder Suplex. Superunknown is there and picks up Victor before a count can be made, waving off Ref Beard.
Superunknown: EFF IT! We end this NOW!!
He takes a shot of his own and smashes the back of Victor’s head. JTW gets another shot glass and Superunknown picks up Victor, setting him against a wall as JTW goes on top of the concession stand and holds his arms up to cheers from the fans around and in the arena, broadcasting on the Terry Tron.
Napier: Someone save this from becoming a tragedy.
Markson: If they hit the FASTBALL here, that would have to do it!
Napier: Ugh, don’t make me heave.
As Superunknown sets up JTW for the FASTBALL, Hector comes rushing into the corridor! He dropkicks Superunknown against the table, sending JTW wobbling. But JTW fires the full shot glass in hand as he falls and it BREAKS ON HECTOR’S MASKED FACE! Hector goes into the waiting arms of Superunknown who PUTS HECTOR THROUGH THE CONCESSION STAND WITH THE DEATH KNELL SITOUT TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!
Napier: This isn’t a party, it’s a funeral!
Markson: The Malvados are being dismantled and I don’t know if they’re in the condition to do anything about it!
Superunknown is having trouble getting back up from the concrete, with his ribs damaged and loaded on tequila. Still he does it, and JTW takes his hand and is pulled up, although he looks even more worse for wear. They turn towards the slumped Victor, who is still standing, while Ref Beard puts in a count on Hector!
1!
Superunknown picks up a metal piece of the destroyed concession stand while JTW looks on…
2!
As Rogues’ Gallery turns their attention to Victor, we see Vanessa appear and pull out something from her pocket…
Napier: I hope that’s a magic elixir!
Markson: What in the… wait! I know what that is! SMELLING SALTS!
3!
Napier: It’s a miracle is what it is! Hector is coming to!
As Hector swipes Vanessa’s arm away, wounds stinging from the smelling salts, Superunknown goes to hit Victor with the metal… and at the last moment, Victor moves/falls and pulls open a door behind him… to an electrical box! Superunknown hits it with the metal and SPARKS FLY!!!
Napier: That was a trick on Superunknown, and a treat for the Malvados!
4!
Markson: Someone get help for Superunknown, I don’t know if he’s even conscious! How could Victor do something so obscene!
Napier: Vanessa’s put the smelling salts to Victor! Now we’re talking.
Markson: Somehow, in a match with virtually no rules, the Malvados manage some underhanded tactics.
Napier: Don’t hold against that they have the best familia around!
5!
Napier: All’s fair with shots and war!
6!
JTW was caught off guard, and he charges Victor who hits a Standing Spanish Fly on the floor! Officials rush in to check on Superunknown as Victor revives Hector to break the count, and the two stalk JTW…
Markson: LORDY! ROMPE CABEZA DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER ON JTW ON THE CONCRETE!!
Napier: Count you greasy Beard! Count them!!
1!
2!
3!
Superunknown, unbelievably, is stirring while JTW lies on the ground.
4!
5!
Hector looks at the ringside crew who have come into the corridor, holding a bottle of Jose Cuervo.
Napier: Ugh, that’s not even Cuervo Gold…
Markson: Some bad hangovers coming tomorrow.
6!
Hector grabs the bottle and opens it, then POURS IT ON SUPERUNKNOWN’S FACE! Superunknown is blinded and the Malvados do the same to JTW on the ground causing agonizing pain before obliterating the bottle on Superunknown’s head!
Napier: Suck it!
Markson: This is way over the line, and TPW officials are scrambling as the Malvados threaten them with the broken glass shards!
Napier: No no, Marky, it’s a deathmatch and no rules, remember? Haha!
Markson: There is one rule they couldn’t avoid… the Malvados broke the count on Rogues Gallery!
Napier: Motherf–
The Malvados stop menacing with the glass shards and demand a count be made!
1!
2!
3!
4!
The Malvados look outraged as JTW begins to stir to the roar of the crowd!
Napier: Are you kidding, who is this freaking guy!
Markson: We won’t soon forget the names of Jeremy the Wicked and Superunknown, the Rogues’ Gallery after this one!
5!
JTW rolls onto his stomach, trying to push himself up! The Malvados look around frantically when Victor points… up?
6!
As JTW gets to his hands and knees, it looks like he’ll beat the count…
7!
The Malvados do tandem handsprings OFF THE WALLS to hit Super Loco Elbows flattening JTW! They then tell Ref Beard they aren’t finished. Hector and Victor go to climb onto two opposing concession stands…
Napier: You can call this... EL FIN!!!
The Double Frog Splashes slam into both members of Rogues Gallery, and Paco and Vanessa help them to their feet.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Markson: Neither member of RG is moving, and I seriously worry for their condition after all this carnage.
Napier: Wimps.
5!
Markson: Hold on just a second!
Napier: You gotta be joking me! Is this Rogues Gallery the actual living dead??
Markson: I think Marcus Ka’Derrion already cornered that market.
Superunknown and JTW are beginning to stir!
7!
Hector and Victor, their masks dyed crimson and bodies shuddering, suddenly grab Ref Beard, who stops counting as he tells them to let go…
8!
As Rogues Gallery is helping each other up… PACO pulls a bottle from nowhere and SMASHES them with it!!! They fall to the ground and Ref Beard frees himself from Hector and Victor to turn back around at the sound…
But the damage is done!
9!
10!
*DING* *DING* *DING*
Steve Cotton: The winners of the Tequila Deathmatch… THE MAAAAAALLVAAADOOOO BROTHERS!!!
Markson: What a sham!
Napier: It’s real simple, Markson. To the victor go the spoils, and the Malvados happen to have a Victor so it works nicely! This is so satisfying.
Markson: If it weren’t for Paco and Vanessa, this match could have a completely different outcome.
Napier: Don’t blame the Malvados for having the best partners in the world… smelling salts and Paco’s vice.
Markson: After that wild affair, we need to clean things up here, but we’ll be right back with Night of the Living Dead after this!
Strobe lights begin to flash as "Birth Ritual" by Soundgarden starts playing. As the chuggy main riff of the song starts the Rogues’ Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown, emerge onto the stage from behind the curtain. They toss their arms triumphantly into the air, and look around before they head to the ring.
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 465 pounds… the team of Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown… they are the ROGUES’ GALLERY!
Markson: Superunknown recruited JTW for a run in the Duos division, and this would be a huge step in the right direction if they can topple the former Duos champs.
Napier: Get it right, former and longest reigning. Let’s see if they can even keep up, much less overcome the Malvados.
"Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play and shortly after the Malvado Brothers’ lowrider comes out from the side of the ring entrance, the horn going off, playing that sweet "La Cucaracha" tune. It comes to a stop by the ramp, and you see the brothers sitting on the back seat while their driver is their advisor and father, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez. He hits the switches, causing the lo-lo to bounce up and down and the crowd to pop big time. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the lo-lo and join their gorgeous manager and translator Vanessa Jimenez who is waiting for them in the ramp. Once together, they make their way to the ring. Once at ringside, they meet 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. They then hop down and head to their corner to get ready for their match.
Steve Cotton: Their opponents, hailing from Not Mexico! They enter at a combined weight of 400 pounds… they are the winners of the 2023 S.E.X. Cup! Hector and Victor… THE MALVADO BROTHERS!
Markson: Obviously this would typically be a match that favors the Malvados, but with the Tequila Deathmatch stipulation this may come down to a whole different skill set!
Napier: Of course the Malvados are favored! They have their papi who is a master of the drink.
Markson: I would say you’re making a terrible assumption if he didn’t brag about it in catering every week. He also isn’t the one drinking, Nick.
Napier: You would think of the obvious, Markson. My real point is the Malvados find a way to win, regardless of the conditions. That’s what makes them all-time champions.
Markson: We’re about to find out as the teams are standing with Referee Bobby ‘The Beard’ Johnson ready to get things started.
Ref Beard is reminding the teams of the instructions as they stand before a table at ringside, where four shot glasses are filled with tequila. The Malvados squirm a bit at the sight of the glasses, while Rogues Gallery looks ready to go. Ref Johnson tells them to both take the shots before the opening bell rings and RG takes theirs in hand and motions for the Malvados to follow suit. As the former champs hold their glasses, they look at the Beard, who counts them down…
3!
2!
1!
Superunknown eagerly takes his shot at ‘1’ while Jeremy the Wicked does so a second later. The Malvados take the shots and wince as the bell rings to start the match. Rogues Gallery sets their glasses on the table and turn to go to the ring when the Malvados turn them back around and SMASH their glasses over the heads of RG!
Napier: Who’s the smartest players in the game??
Markson: The Malvados not wasting anytime by going right after Rogues Gallery.
Napier: Heh… you said wasted.
Markson: Oh, boy, here we go…
The Malvados quickly toss RG into the opposing ringposts landing them on the floor. Hector we think, charges and hits a running knee that sandwiches JTW between him and the steel stairs. Victor goes after Superunknown, trying to do the same but ends up flipped over onto Superunknown’s shoulders. He runs Victor to the ringside barricade and lands a modified Snake Eyes that bounces Victor off the barricade to the floor.
Markson:Nasty counter by Superunknown while Hector Malvado may have rung the bell of Jeremy the Wicked!
Napier: Shouldn’t Superunknown take this into the ring!
Markson: This is tornado tag team rules, so all four wrestlers can go as they please.
Napier: Great, let Superunknown go disappear into the unknown again before he breaks Victor.
Markson: That’s sort of what he’s here for…
Superunknown grabs Victor up and goes for a Fireman’s Carry that Victor slips out behind. He lands kicks to the legs of Superunknown, stunning the big man, and follows up by hopping on the barricade to fly off with a– NO! Superunknown with a Yakuza Kick that catches Victor midair and sends him tumbling to the floor!
Markson: Ref Beard instructs that it’s time to take another round of shots!
Napier: Already?!
Markson: Every two minutes, which in hindsight may have been a bit ambitious.
Hector has been wearing out JTW on the stairs, and as a ringside attendant offers the shot, he takes one and forces it down the throat of JTW! The attendant tells Hector he needs to take the shot, and as he grabs the glass he downs the shot before spitting it in the face of JTW and slams him from one to a ringpost to the other stairs around the ring. He sees Superunknown taking a shot and Victor dazed on the floor, being given a shot by the ringside staff. Hector drops JTW with a snap suplex onto the floor before leaping up himself onto the apron. As Superunknown picks Victor up, Hector comes off with a leaping jumpkick to the back of Superunknown’s head! Hector gets Victor up quickly and the Malvados land a double sidekick to the chest of Superunknown, sending him back against the barricade. Hector gets onto the apron again while Victor runs the barricade. Victor goes for a Hurricanrana of his own but Superunknown stops him mid-turn! He grabs Hector out of the air as he leaps towards and hits a modified single armed Chokeslam to the floor before grabbing Victor, who is in no man’s land and tries pulling himself up. Victor hits some strikes to the head but Superunknown has him in a Tornado Spin! Suddenly JTW comes off the apron with a Missile Dropkick to double team Victor!
Markson: The crowd is loving the teamwork by Rogues Gallery.
Napier: You mean the low brows? The Malvados are an institution in TPW. No way is that nearly enough.
Superunknown checks on Jeremy the Wicked as the two assess the Malvados and throw Victor into the ring. RG gets inside themselves and they double Irish Whip Victor, looking for the FASTBALL double team finisher on him! Superunknown is ready to launch JTW for the Spear when Hector comes in and catches Superunknown by the back of his neck on the top rope. JTW goes for a Spear on Victor who ducks under… Hector is in the ring and lands a Reverse DDT on JTW while Victor comes back off the ropes with a Shooting Star Press! Hector is already springboarding off the top rope with an Asai Moonsault on JTW! Superunknown is back up as JTW writhes on the ground. He Clotheslines Hector over the ropes as he stands and turns into a Roundhouse Kick from Victor that sends him staggering into a corner. Victor comes rushing in with a Jumping Knee that rocks Superunknown’s jaw. Victor steps back and charges again with another Jumping Knee! He goes back once more and Superunknown catches him midair, walking him out of the corner. But wait! Hector snuck onto the top rope and comes leaping off with a Bulldog that catches Superunknown, while Victor uses his position to hit a Codebreaker on the way down!
Bobby the Beard calls for another round of shots!
Markson: They Malvados are seasoned as a tag team, and it’s allowing them to be seemingly everywhere while Rogues Gallery is having some trouble keeping up.
Napier: Like I said it’s nothing more than the mark of a championship team. The Malvados have seen wrestlers join forces to try and take them down before.
Markson: I cannot argue that. Heck, even seasoned teams tried to dethrone them. Look at the S.E.X. Cup. But we know Hector and Victor are not unbeatable.
Napier: Yeah, just like Marcus is a Not Zombie, right? Dream on!
Hector and Victor each enter the ring with two shot glasses apiece, presumably one for each team… but we know better. They mount their opponents and proceed to drown them with two shots each!
Markson: That is a blatant violation of the match conditions.
Napier: It’s nothing short of pure genius! There’s no rule against the opponents taking more than one shot.
Markson: Nick that’s… well, technically that’s true. But the Malvados need to take them, too.
Napier: I think I heard Rogues Gallery volunteer for seconds.
As JTW looks splotchy faced and Superunknown clutches his ribs, Ref Beard puts in a count while the Malvados hold their hands up for the crowd…
1!
2!
3!
JTW is stirring, but he looks like a lot’s going on inside…
4!
5!
6!
Superunknown is using the ropes to rise up, but his breathing is a bit labored as he digets…
Markson: Remember, both team members need to get to their feet by the ten count.
7!
8!
JTW is stumbling up and Superunknown is resting on the ropes when the Malvados come in and put the boots to RG! They throw their opponents outside the ring and then leap off with dueling Tope Con Hilos that wipe out RG!
Napier: Relentless attack, keep at it brothers!
Markson: Don’t forget, Hector and Victor haven’t even taken as many shots. They turned the tide with a booze infusion on Rogues Gallery.
Napier: Don’t disparage the Malvados talent like that.
Hector gets up and takes JTW up the ramp, knocking him with strikes along the way. Victor follows but not before grabbing a steel chair from underneath the ring and waylaying Superunkown multiple times across the back! The big man is down still holding his ribs while Victor goes to catch up with Hector, who Overhead Belly to Belly suplexes JTW over his head off the ramp! No! Amazingly, Jeremy lands on his feet on the floor to a cheer from the crowd. Hector dives off the ramp himself, showing no fear…
Markson: It’s Jeremy the Wicked with a Spear that takes Hector out of the air to the no-give concrete!
Napier: What? What a dirty move, where’s that Bearded buffoon of a ref.
Markson: No matter, Referee Johnson is only there to bartend and make counts.
Speaking of which, Bobby ‘The Beard’ comes along with ringside staff holding shot glasses, chasing after the teams and calling for another round.
Napier: This will be interesting…
Markson: Time for another round, if these teams can be caught.
Victor ignores the calls and dives off with the chair in hand to smash the rising JTW. Jeremy kicks the chair right into Victor’s face! He then flashes some strength by hoisting Hector in a Gorilla Press and switching to a Powerslam onto the fallen steel chair! Victor wobbles up and is walloped from behind by Superunknown, who is back in the mix. He chokes Victor on the ground before DEADLIFTING the Malvado Bro up with one hand and hitting a Chokeslam that crashes him onto the body of Hector and the chair underneath. Rogues Gallery roars at the crowd who cheer back at them before Superunknown holds HEctor Malvado from behind and JTW raises the shot glass…
Napier: You don’t have to do this!
Markson: Oh yes he does!
JTW squishes Hector’s cheeks under the mask and pours the shot down to a wriggling Malvado to the elation of the crowd. He then picks up the chair and SMASHES it over the head of Hector, while Superunknown yanks up Victor. JTW puts the chair under the chin of Victor, who is screaming out as he uselessly struggles. JTW then bashes him in the ribs with the chair, causing Victor’s mouth to open involuntarily and Superunknown takes a shot and feeds it to Victor Malvado! Rogues Gallery then proceed to cheers their own shots and down them, too, before shoving Victor down for the count!
Napier: How dumb are these Rogues, taking their own shots when they didn’t have to!
Markson: They want to show they can win within the rules, nothing wrong with that.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Napier: This is a travesty! Aren’t people supposed to discourage their friends from drinking?
Markson: First, that’s ‘Don’t Drink and Drive,’ and TPW fully endorses that! Secondly, these four would be called anything but friends.
Napier: Those commercials don’t get through to my superior brain. It’s aimed at the low brows in the stands.
5!
6!
The Malvados are looking for anything to help themselves up, but instead must use each other as there is nothing around.
7!
As they stand, JTW is launched by Superunknown with a FASTBALL! He goes for both Malvados and connects with Hector and…
Markson: Hector eats a FASTBALL but Victor had the chair in hand! JTW gets tagged and he’s next to Hector on the ground.
Napier: A move I can be proud of calling!
Markson: I’ll handle the play-by-play, thanks.
Napier: You aren’t even good at it!
Ref Beard begins a count on JTW and Hector while Victor avoids a Yakuza Kick from Superunknown…
1!
2!
Victor turns and swings the chair…
3!
NO! Superunknown PUNCHES the chair into the face of Victor!
4!
5!
JTW is getting to all fours as Superunknown takes Victor in his arms and lands a Gutwrench Powerbomb on the steel chair!
6!
7!
Hector is also on all fours while JTW gets to his feet…
8!
JTW sees Superunknown pulling Victor’s dead weight up…
9!
When Hector clips JTW from behind! As JTW falls Hector uses his body to stand.
Napier: The Malvados will use anything to survive, even their own opponents.
Markson: They just suffered two losses in a row, and they’ll probably do anything to avoid making it three.
Napier: Watch and see!
Superunknown sets Victor up for the Death Knell Sitout Tombstone PIledriver when Hector comes flying off the back of JTW and lands a Fameasser on Superunknown! JTW picks up the chair… and it falls to pieces!
Markson: Talk about a worn out chair, that thing is toast!
Napier: Tough luck, losers!
JTW shrugs and uses a leg of the chair to choke Hector from behind.
Markson: What was that, Nick?
Napier: Shut up, Markson, nobody wants to see this!
Victor breaks up the choke of JTW with a boot to the head and the Malvados regroup… or they try. When they find two shots being presented to them, Victor dry heaves and Hector starts shouting!
Napier: They just had to take shots!
Markson: About two minutes ago, according to the Beard.
Napier: They’re going to swear off alcohol at this rate.
Hector tries to get Victor under control and they take the shot glasses to force their opponents to take them. The momentary pause allows Superunknown and JTW to grab the Malvados hands, swishing the shots! It looks like Rogues Gallery is about to turn the shots to The Malvados, who are resisting but don’t have the strength advantage.
Markson: Lordy! Double low blow kicks by the Malvado Brothers!
Napier: One step ahead, or a blow below the Rogues. Ha!
Markson: What a despicable move by the Malvados as they take the shot glasses and for a second time smash the glass over the heads of Rogues Gallery!
Napier: That’s what they get for thinking they can win. Now they’re busted open!
JTW and Superunknown are bleeding from their heads as the glass dug into them. After falling to the ground, the Malvados celebrate with the other two shots as they do some dancing over the bodies of their opponents while Ref Beard gives a count, amidst the loud reaction from the live audience!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Rogues Gallery is stirring, but the Malvados pay no mind as they continue dancing… the effects of the tequila distracting them!
6!
7!
RG is slow to get up, the low blows and the tequila working against them. The Malvados are turned to them as they party and drink in the good and bad calls from the fans. Victor goes to offer a child in the front row a shot, getting mean mugged by the parent who tries swatting the drink away. Victor laughs and is then turns into a Clothesline From Hell by Superunknown! JTW manages to take the glass off him before it spills and as Victor lays on the ground JTW gives him the shot! Hector finally sees what’s happening and charges into a kick as well, as JTW grabs the shot glass from his hand and pours it in! Superunknown wipes blood out of his eyes and lifts Hector for a Spinebuster while JTW comes in with a SLINGBLADE WHILE HOLDING THE GLASS! Hector lands on the concrete and the glass shatters on his face, causing a tear in his mask and busting him wide open!
Markson: It feels like it takes two minutes just to get them to take the previous shots, much less keep up as Ref Beard puts in another count.
1!
2!
3!
Napier: Who thought of this insane concept?
Markson: Uh, the Malvados I think.
4!
Napier: I mean, it’s brilliant when they’re giving out the shots. The rest of the time, insanity.
5!
The Malvados begin to crawl towards the stands, using the barricade as a way to pull themselves up. Hector is bleeding profusely and Victor looks absolutely ill.
6!
With his hands slick from blood and his head filled with tequila, Hector falls as he tries to lift himself with the barricade. Victor is pulling himself, but looks woozyAF from what we can tell. He’s flailing about with an arm to balance, even though he’s leaning on the barricade.
7!
8!
Victor is on his feet…
9!
Markson: TE– NO! Hector uses Victor to get upright…
JTW and Superunknown are quick to stalk the Malvados after checking with the referee that Hector did beat the count. But before they reach the Malvados…
Napier: Noooooo!
Markson: Victor gave one look at Hector and PUKES ON HIM!!!
Napier: This may be the saddest day in TPW history!
Hector is screaming in distress while Victor falls over the barricade into the stands! Superunknown approaches Hector but turns away at the smell, waving his arms. JTW tries to follow Victor and finds he’s escaping through the crowd. JTW gives Superunknown a look and then follows.
Napier: Cardinal rule, never split up the gang.
Markson: I think it’s clear Victor is the more… vulnerable… of the Malvados at the moment.
Napier: I can hardly bear to watch this. I have sympathy vomit pains!
Markson: PLEASE turn away. We’ll get you a bucket.
While JTW goes into the crowd, Superunknown tries to grab Hector and gets pulled into the barricade face first. Paco brings a towel over to him and Hector tries to wipe off the vomit, but Superunknown is back up before the ref can even start a count and and lands a big right hand to Hector, sending him staggering into an aisle. Superunknown follows and Hector eats another right hand that sends him stumbling along. Superunknown lines up Hector for a Clothesline from Hell and Hector ducks under and grabs a fan’s drink, throwing it into the face of Superunknown!
Markson: The alcohol is no doubt stinging the wound on Superunknown’s face. He’s raking at it to no avail.
Napier: Everyone’s got tequila on the brain, literally, but sometimes the ole hops and malt does the trick.
Hector jumps on Superunknown’s back as he tries to clear his eyes, and Hector chokes him with the puke-ridden towel! Superunknown goes down to a knee, Ref Beard ready to make a count if he goes down. Superunknown struggles… then shouts out and stands back up!
Markson: The big man isn’t done yet. He grabs the towel but cannot get a grip between it and his neck.
Napier: His face is turning red, or is that from the tequila?
Markson: Superunknown catches Hector with a short back elbow to the temple! Hector’s grip loosens and it’s enough for Superunknown to adjust him…
Napier: Not good.
Superunknown has Hector horizontal on his back and drops him with White Noise onto the concrete! We then see Victor and JTW battling it out in an exchange of blows. Superunknown reluctantly uses Hector’s towel to clear his vision of blood and beer. He tosses the towel onto Hector as Victor hits an Enziguri on JTW and moves further down the aisle towards an arena corridor. Rogues Gallery follows in pursuit as Ref Beard tries to catchup with more shots!
Markson: This match has devolved into an all out barroom brawl. No comment Nick?
Napier: I’m still trying not to heave.
Markson: Fair enough.
RG follows Victor Malvado into the arena corridor, and he’s waiting with a tray of nachos that he misses high on JTW and sends it into the face of Superunknown! The big man yells in pain from the hot cheese burning along with the remnants of alcohol while JTW bowls over Victor with a Clothesline that sends them over a concession stand. Fans make noise in the hallway as they gather and JTW gets up as the referee and staff shuttle the shots over. JTW grabs one and surprisingly takes it down, looking enraged. He then SMASHES the glass over Victor’s head, and blood now flows from all four wrestlers. JTW catches Victor before he falls, sending him back over with an Exploder Suplex. Superunknown is there and picks up Victor before a count can be made, waving off Ref Beard.
Superunknown: EFF IT! We end this NOW!!
He takes a shot of his own and smashes the back of Victor’s head. JTW gets another shot glass and Superunknown picks up Victor, setting him against a wall as JTW goes on top of the concession stand and holds his arms up to cheers from the fans around and in the arena, broadcasting on the Terry Tron.
Napier: Someone save this from becoming a tragedy.
Markson: If they hit the FASTBALL here, that would have to do it!
Napier: Ugh, don’t make me heave.
As Superunknown sets up JTW for the FASTBALL, Hector comes rushing into the corridor! He dropkicks Superunknown against the table, sending JTW wobbling. But JTW fires the full shot glass in hand as he falls and it BREAKS ON HECTOR’S MASKED FACE! Hector goes into the waiting arms of Superunknown who PUTS HECTOR THROUGH THE CONCESSION STAND WITH THE DEATH KNELL SITOUT TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!
Napier: This isn’t a party, it’s a funeral!
Markson: The Malvados are being dismantled and I don’t know if they’re in the condition to do anything about it!
Superunknown is having trouble getting back up from the concrete, with his ribs damaged and loaded on tequila. Still he does it, and JTW takes his hand and is pulled up, although he looks even more worse for wear. They turn towards the slumped Victor, who is still standing, while Ref Beard puts in a count on Hector!
1!
Superunknown picks up a metal piece of the destroyed concession stand while JTW looks on…
2!
As Rogues’ Gallery turns their attention to Victor, we see Vanessa appear and pull out something from her pocket…
Napier: I hope that’s a magic elixir!
Markson: What in the… wait! I know what that is! SMELLING SALTS!
3!
Napier: It’s a miracle is what it is! Hector is coming to!
As Hector swipes Vanessa’s arm away, wounds stinging from the smelling salts, Superunknown goes to hit Victor with the metal… and at the last moment, Victor moves/falls and pulls open a door behind him… to an electrical box! Superunknown hits it with the metal and SPARKS FLY!!!
Napier: That was a trick on Superunknown, and a treat for the Malvados!
4!
Markson: Someone get help for Superunknown, I don’t know if he’s even conscious! How could Victor do something so obscene!
Napier: Vanessa’s put the smelling salts to Victor! Now we’re talking.
Markson: Somehow, in a match with virtually no rules, the Malvados manage some underhanded tactics.
Napier: Don’t hold against that they have the best familia around!
5!
Napier: All’s fair with shots and war!
6!
JTW was caught off guard, and he charges Victor who hits a Standing Spanish Fly on the floor! Officials rush in to check on Superunknown as Victor revives Hector to break the count, and the two stalk JTW…
Markson: LORDY! ROMPE CABEZA DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER ON JTW ON THE CONCRETE!!
Napier: Count you greasy Beard! Count them!!
1!
2!
3!
Superunknown, unbelievably, is stirring while JTW lies on the ground.
4!
5!
Hector looks at the ringside crew who have come into the corridor, holding a bottle of Jose Cuervo.
Napier: Ugh, that’s not even Cuervo Gold…
Markson: Some bad hangovers coming tomorrow.
6!
Hector grabs the bottle and opens it, then POURS IT ON SUPERUNKNOWN’S FACE! Superunknown is blinded and the Malvados do the same to JTW on the ground causing agonizing pain before obliterating the bottle on Superunknown’s head!
Napier: Suck it!
Markson: This is way over the line, and TPW officials are scrambling as the Malvados threaten them with the broken glass shards!
Napier: No no, Marky, it’s a deathmatch and no rules, remember? Haha!
Markson: There is one rule they couldn’t avoid… the Malvados broke the count on Rogues Gallery!
Napier: Motherf–
The Malvados stop menacing with the glass shards and demand a count be made!
1!
2!
3!
4!
The Malvados look outraged as JTW begins to stir to the roar of the crowd!
Napier: Are you kidding, who is this freaking guy!
Markson: We won’t soon forget the names of Jeremy the Wicked and Superunknown, the Rogues’ Gallery after this one!
5!
JTW rolls onto his stomach, trying to push himself up! The Malvados look around frantically when Victor points… up?
6!
As JTW gets to his hands and knees, it looks like he’ll beat the count…
7!
The Malvados do tandem handsprings OFF THE WALLS to hit Super Loco Elbows flattening JTW! They then tell Ref Beard they aren’t finished. Hector and Victor go to climb onto two opposing concession stands…
Napier: You can call this... EL FIN!!!
The Double Frog Splashes slam into both members of Rogues Gallery, and Paco and Vanessa help them to their feet.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Markson: Neither member of RG is moving, and I seriously worry for their condition after all this carnage.
Napier: Wimps.
5!
Markson: Hold on just a second!
Napier: You gotta be joking me! Is this Rogues Gallery the actual living dead??
Markson: I think Marcus Ka’Derrion already cornered that market.
Superunknown and JTW are beginning to stir!
7!
Hector and Victor, their masks dyed crimson and bodies shuddering, suddenly grab Ref Beard, who stops counting as he tells them to let go…
8!
As Rogues Gallery is helping each other up… PACO pulls a bottle from nowhere and SMASHES them with it!!! They fall to the ground and Ref Beard frees himself from Hector and Victor to turn back around at the sound…
But the damage is done!
9!
10!
*DING* *DING* *DING*
Steve Cotton: The winners of the Tequila Deathmatch… THE MAAAAAALLVAAADOOOO BROTHERS!!!
Markson: What a sham!
Napier: It’s real simple, Markson. To the victor go the spoils, and the Malvados happen to have a Victor so it works nicely! This is so satisfying.
Markson: If it weren’t for Paco and Vanessa, this match could have a completely different outcome.
Napier: Don’t blame the Malvados for having the best partners in the world… smelling salts and Paco’s vice.
Markson: After that wild affair, we need to clean things up here, but we’ll be right back with Night of the Living Dead after this!
"HOTDOGS! GET YOUR HOTDOGS!"
*A traveling vendor had a box hanging around his neck as he walked the sasylum ground. Stopping as a couple decide to purchase a couple of dogs, he nods and thanks them. As they head off, he hollers out again to promote his brand of food.*
"HOTDOGS! GET YOUR HOTDOGS!"
*Now, closer to catering. The vendor stops and puts his back to the wall. Stretching as the weight of the box he carried clearly was weighing on his back. He didn't notice as Jason Cashe appeared next to him with a long stare at the box of hotdogs. *
Jason Cashe: "Hotdogs? Are they good dogs or.."
Vendor: "The best weiner you'll put in your mouth tonight! A juicy meat treat!"
*As if he was deciding to let his immaturity play on the way the vendor said all that. Cashe decides against it and nods as his tongue peeks out and rolls over his lips.*
Jason Cashe: "You got relish and mustard?"
Vendor: "Both! I also have Ketchu–"
*Waving off the idea of ketchup. Cashe wasn't a fan. He loved tomatoes like they were apples but couldn't stand ketchup. It doesn't make sense but for him, it was a truth. *
Jason Cashe: "Let me get one for now.. Mustard and Relish."
Vendor: "Coming right up! You're going to love them!"
*Anticipation was rising as the vendor started putting the order together. All in the box around his neck, he had the condiments, buns and dogs which were kept warm. As the last squirt of relish lines along the dog, he looks up at Cashe. *
Vendor: "Here you go! That'll be 6 bucks even."
Jason Cashe: "For a hotdog?! Gosh Dang inflation.."
*Trading the dog for a few loose bills. Cashe finally gets it in his hands. It was bigger than he'd anticipated, he needed two hands to hold it. As he opens to take a massive bite, the vendor says something that gives him pause. *
Vendor: "Does your friend want one?"
Jason Cashe: "My what? I'm alon–"
*Turning around after the Vendor nods behind his customer. Cashe's eyes widen as Jace Savage is standing within arms reach. *
Jace Savage: "Go ahead, stick the weiner in your mouth. I'll wait."
*What a kind gesture on his part. Cashe almost breaks a smile before looking at his hotdog and the return of anticipation in wanting to eat it filled his eyes and hunger.*
Jason Cashe: "Don't mind if I do!"
*He takes a bite and it doesn't get to settle on his taste buds. His eyes didn't even get to roll back to enjoy it like an orgasm before Jace Savage swung. Cashe stumbles back, his hotdog flies out of his hands and Jace doesn't stop swinging. Right hand, right hand, right hand as Cashe stepped back from each shot before stepping right into the next. Partially chewed hotdog drooled out of his mouth and rolled, bounced down his shirt to the ground. *
Jason Cashe: "Motherfudger! My Hotdog!!!"
*Ducking down, Cashe drives forward, plowing into Jace's midsection, lifting him as Cashe drives him against the opposite vendor stall wall. Jace drops a sharp elbow in between Cashe's shoulder blades. Not once but twice before Cashe broke his grapple. Shoving Cashe away, Jace steps to the side to place some distance before snapping back at Cashe as he stands bent over. Jace blasts Cashe to the jaw with a downward punch that drops Cashe to his hands and knees.*
Jace Savage: "I offer you bourbon and you cheap shot me?! This is why you don't have any friends, Jason!"
Jason Cashe: "And you don't respect the hotdog and that makes you a DICK!"
*As Jace stands over Cashe, the 'DiOGee' shoots up and punches Jace to the very place he shouted and called him. His genitals. His knees come together as the newest TPW signing leans against the wall as he lets out a long sigh of pain. *
Jason Cashe: "Right in the junk!! That's what you get.."
*Getting to his own feet, Cashe seemed proud of his actions. He remembers the hotdog and turns to find that the vendor was still standing there, watching.*
Jason Cashe: "Seems I dropped my hotdog. Let me get another.."
Jace Savage: "Aaaggghhh!"
*Shoving off the wall where he rested, Jace Savage leaps at Cashe, slamming into him from the side and the two fly across the walkwat, colliding into the hotdog vendor. *
Vendor: "Oohhh noooo my weiners!!"
*The walkway was littered with beefy weiners and globs of condiments. Cashe grabs a handful of Jace's hair, yanking him back before he spots the hotdog filled walkway. The TPW cameras pan between the vendor and Cashe, unsure of who seemed more shocked and upset by the setting. Jace Savage didn't care as he pulled away from Cashe. Picking up a fallen dog off the floor, Jace shoves it into Cashe's face.*
Jace Savage: "Here, put it in your mouth!"
*Things were about to get heated as Cashe turned red with anger at Jace's actions. The disrespect of hotdogs was just disrespectful in Cashe's mind and it was ON! Coming off the wall, Cashe and Jace were about to really scrap. That's precisely when Security came onto the scene. *
Jason Cashe: "You don't want my attention, Jace! You know you don't!!"
*The two were separated by Security but both were fighting, trying to get to the other.*
Jace Savage: "I do! I really do!"
*Their words were loud but they were held back, unable to continue the altercation for now as the shot transitioned from security pulling them apart to Steve Cotton standing in a ring surronded by glass except for a small section near the stairs where he and the contestants of the match could enter the "Glass House". *
*A traveling vendor had a box hanging around his neck as he walked the sasylum ground. Stopping as a couple decide to purchase a couple of dogs, he nods and thanks them. As they head off, he hollers out again to promote his brand of food.*
"HOTDOGS! GET YOUR HOTDOGS!"
*Now, closer to catering. The vendor stops and puts his back to the wall. Stretching as the weight of the box he carried clearly was weighing on his back. He didn't notice as Jason Cashe appeared next to him with a long stare at the box of hotdogs. *
Jason Cashe: "Hotdogs? Are they good dogs or.."
Vendor: "The best weiner you'll put in your mouth tonight! A juicy meat treat!"
*As if he was deciding to let his immaturity play on the way the vendor said all that. Cashe decides against it and nods as his tongue peeks out and rolls over his lips.*
Jason Cashe: "You got relish and mustard?"
Vendor: "Both! I also have Ketchu–"
*Waving off the idea of ketchup. Cashe wasn't a fan. He loved tomatoes like they were apples but couldn't stand ketchup. It doesn't make sense but for him, it was a truth. *
Jason Cashe: "Let me get one for now.. Mustard and Relish."
Vendor: "Coming right up! You're going to love them!"
*Anticipation was rising as the vendor started putting the order together. All in the box around his neck, he had the condiments, buns and dogs which were kept warm. As the last squirt of relish lines along the dog, he looks up at Cashe. *
Vendor: "Here you go! That'll be 6 bucks even."
Jason Cashe: "For a hotdog?! Gosh Dang inflation.."
*Trading the dog for a few loose bills. Cashe finally gets it in his hands. It was bigger than he'd anticipated, he needed two hands to hold it. As he opens to take a massive bite, the vendor says something that gives him pause. *
Vendor: "Does your friend want one?"
Jason Cashe: "My what? I'm alon–"
*Turning around after the Vendor nods behind his customer. Cashe's eyes widen as Jace Savage is standing within arms reach. *
Jace Savage: "Go ahead, stick the weiner in your mouth. I'll wait."
*What a kind gesture on his part. Cashe almost breaks a smile before looking at his hotdog and the return of anticipation in wanting to eat it filled his eyes and hunger.*
Jason Cashe: "Don't mind if I do!"
*He takes a bite and it doesn't get to settle on his taste buds. His eyes didn't even get to roll back to enjoy it like an orgasm before Jace Savage swung. Cashe stumbles back, his hotdog flies out of his hands and Jace doesn't stop swinging. Right hand, right hand, right hand as Cashe stepped back from each shot before stepping right into the next. Partially chewed hotdog drooled out of his mouth and rolled, bounced down his shirt to the ground. *
Jason Cashe: "Motherfudger! My Hotdog!!!"
*Ducking down, Cashe drives forward, plowing into Jace's midsection, lifting him as Cashe drives him against the opposite vendor stall wall. Jace drops a sharp elbow in between Cashe's shoulder blades. Not once but twice before Cashe broke his grapple. Shoving Cashe away, Jace steps to the side to place some distance before snapping back at Cashe as he stands bent over. Jace blasts Cashe to the jaw with a downward punch that drops Cashe to his hands and knees.*
Jace Savage: "I offer you bourbon and you cheap shot me?! This is why you don't have any friends, Jason!"
Jason Cashe: "And you don't respect the hotdog and that makes you a DICK!"
*As Jace stands over Cashe, the 'DiOGee' shoots up and punches Jace to the very place he shouted and called him. His genitals. His knees come together as the newest TPW signing leans against the wall as he lets out a long sigh of pain. *
Jason Cashe: "Right in the junk!! That's what you get.."
*Getting to his own feet, Cashe seemed proud of his actions. He remembers the hotdog and turns to find that the vendor was still standing there, watching.*
Jason Cashe: "Seems I dropped my hotdog. Let me get another.."
Jace Savage: "Aaaggghhh!"
*Shoving off the wall where he rested, Jace Savage leaps at Cashe, slamming into him from the side and the two fly across the walkwat, colliding into the hotdog vendor. *
Vendor: "Oohhh noooo my weiners!!"
*The walkway was littered with beefy weiners and globs of condiments. Cashe grabs a handful of Jace's hair, yanking him back before he spots the hotdog filled walkway. The TPW cameras pan between the vendor and Cashe, unsure of who seemed more shocked and upset by the setting. Jace Savage didn't care as he pulled away from Cashe. Picking up a fallen dog off the floor, Jace shoves it into Cashe's face.*
Jace Savage: "Here, put it in your mouth!"
*Things were about to get heated as Cashe turned red with anger at Jace's actions. The disrespect of hotdogs was just disrespectful in Cashe's mind and it was ON! Coming off the wall, Cashe and Jace were about to really scrap. That's precisely when Security came onto the scene. *
Jason Cashe: "You don't want my attention, Jace! You know you don't!!"
*The two were separated by Security but both were fighting, trying to get to the other.*
Jace Savage: "I do! I really do!"
*Their words were loud but they were held back, unable to continue the altercation for now as the shot transitioned from security pulling them apart to Steve Cotton standing in a ring surronded by glass except for a small section near the stairs where he and the contestants of the match could enter the "Glass House". *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is for the American Championship, and is a GLASS HOUSE MATCH!!!
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Bronx, NY, and weighing in at 255lbs, he is a multi-time world champion, he is Twisted Thoughts, this is JMONT, JOE MONTOURIIIIIII!!!
*The crowd begins to boo as Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entranceway with a grin that all the fans can't stand is JMont. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT, THE CHAMPION! Hailing from Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan, and weighing in at 115lbs. She is the current, reigning, and defending American Champion, she is the girl who makes rain of blood, this is JUNKO SOUUUMMMMMMAAAAA!!!
*The crowd erupts with a huge ovation as “Battle Royale (Instrumental)” by Apashe begins to play over the PA. Junko begins running down the makeshift entranceway with the American championship in hand. Junko quickly climbs into the ring ready to fight, but Referee Villano 16 holds her back as the ring attendants set up the rest of the glass. *
Markson: This has got to be one of the most anticipated matches of the year in Thunder Pro.
Napier: It’s probably going to be as bloody as it is anticipated too. These two are ready to kill each other.
Markson: Well, thankfully for us, murder isn’t legal, even in a deathmatch.
*Referee Villano 16 stands between Junko and JMont and as the ringside attendant finishes securing the light tubes where the contestants entered the ring Ref Villano 16 calls for the bell. Junko and JMoont instantly charge at each other. As JMont goes to grab Junko, she drops and baseball slides between JMont’s legs, and pops to her feet. JMont turns and charges again, and Junko sidesteps, leaving just the light tube-covered ropes for JMont to run into.
JMont stops just inches from hitting the tubes. JMont turns to see Junko going for a dropkick, but JMont swats her away and Junko lands on the mat. JMont goes for a quick elbow drop, but Junko rolls out of the way and JMont hits the mat. With JMont down, Junko goes for a flipping leg drop but JMont rolls out of the way and Junkpo lands on her butt. JMont rolls up to his feet and goes for a kick to the face of Junko, but she drops to her back avoiding it. JMont stumbles forward from the momentum and Junko knips up. JMont spins around as does Junko and the two face off. *
Markson: Both contestants are a step ahead of the other's plans. I wonder if there will be a show of respect between these two.
Napier: A show of respect? Are you an idiot? These two jailbirds hate each other, I’m surprised one of them didn’t shive the other in catering.
*JMont steps forward and offers a handshake. Junko is hesitant and the crowd boos and screams “NO!”. Junko steps forward as if she is going to accept it. Then at the exact same time, she pulls her hand back and JMont pulls his back, and they flip each other off. The crowd roars and JMont goes for a right hook, but Junko ducks under it. JMont turns around and is met with forearm shots from Junko. She lands three hard forearms, and then turns to bounce off the ropes, but stops as she sees the light tubes.
Junko turns back around and as she does is booted in the stomach by JMont. JMont grabs Junko and whips her off into the tube-covered ropes, but Junko stops, by sliding and pops back up to her feet, just mere inches from the tubes. Junko turns to see JMont lunging wth a spear, and Junko leapfrogs, going over the top of JMont, and JMont goes crashing head first through a set of four light tubes and the middle and top rope. The loud pop of the tubes draws a huge cheer from the crowd. *
Markson: JMONT IS THE FIRST TO TASTE THE GLASS!!!
Napier: Get the front row some N-95 masks, those tubes have Mercury dust in them.
Markson: So, you do care about the Thundermaniacs.
Naper: NO! I care about them suing Alexander Marshall.
*JMont’s forehead is bleeding as he turns from the ropes back to the ring, but Junko shows no mercy, as JMont turns around he nails him in the chest with a dropkick to the face that drops him to the mat. Junko spins up and grabs a light tube pulling it free from the ropes. As JMont sits up Junko smashes it over his head. JMont falls back to the mat and rolls holding his head. JMont rolls to the corner but stops as he sees the pain of glass in the corner. JMont starts pushing himself up and turns to see Junko with another tube. JMont reaches over and pulls a tube from the ropes himself.
JMont grips his tube like a baseball bat, while Junko twirls hers around like a staff. JMont moves forward cautiously, as Junko moves in slowly as well, stopping her swirling and gripping the tube. JMont takes two quick steps forward swinging the tube overhead like a battle ax, but Junko puts her tube up blocking it. The impact snaps Junko’s tube in half and shatters JMont’s. Junko delivers a quick sidekick to JMont to double him over, Junko then cracks the two half tubes on either side of JMont’s head. *
Markson: OH MY! Vicious assault from Junko Souma with that tube.
Napier: It looks like those tubes sliced JMont’s ears open.
Markson: IT DID! JMONT IS BLEEDING FROM HIS EARS!!!
*JMont falls to his knees clutching at his ears, and Junko charges off the ropes where the tubes had been removed and comes back with a running hip attack to the face of JMont that knocks him to the mat. Junko moves to the corner grabs the pane of glass and puts it on top of JMont. Junko then moves back to the corner and begins climbing, but as she does JMont slides the pane of glass off of him and starts getting to his feet. Junko sees JMont getting to his feet and quickly leaps off with a diving crossbody.
The crossbody knocks JMont down, but he holds on and rolls backward. JMont comes to his knees and stands up holding Junko. JMont hoists Junko up onto his shoulder turns to a pane of glass in the corner and begins charging towards it. Junko slides off of JMont’s back though and shoves JMont forward toward the glass. JMont spreads his arms out as far as he can and catches the ropes right before crashing into the glass. JMont turns around and is met with a hip attack from Junkoo.
JMont catches Junko again though. JMont takes two steps forward, and then throws Junko backward overhead, giving her a release German Suplex through the pane of glass. The glass shatters with a thunderous sound, and the crowd gasps as Junko sinks into a heap in the corner.*
Markson: OH MY! That was absolutely brutal.
Napier: That was gross, I can’t believe people like to watch these kinds of matches.
Markson: The crowd is indeed blood thirsty tonight.
*JMont grabs Junko by the ankle pulls her out of the corner and makes a pin.
1…
*Crowd pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Bronx, NY, and weighing in at 255lbs, he is a multi-time world champion, he is Twisted Thoughts, this is JMONT, JOE MONTOURIIIIIII!!!
*The crowd begins to boo as Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entranceway with a grin that all the fans can't stand is JMont. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world. *
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT, THE CHAMPION! Hailing from Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan, and weighing in at 115lbs. She is the current, reigning, and defending American Champion, she is the girl who makes rain of blood, this is JUNKO SOUUUMMMMMMAAAAA!!!
*The crowd erupts with a huge ovation as “Battle Royale (Instrumental)” by Apashe begins to play over the PA. Junko begins running down the makeshift entranceway with the American championship in hand. Junko quickly climbs into the ring ready to fight, but Referee Villano 16 holds her back as the ring attendants set up the rest of the glass. *
Markson: This has got to be one of the most anticipated matches of the year in Thunder Pro.
Napier: It’s probably going to be as bloody as it is anticipated too. These two are ready to kill each other.
Markson: Well, thankfully for us, murder isn’t legal, even in a deathmatch.
*Referee Villano 16 stands between Junko and JMont and as the ringside attendant finishes securing the light tubes where the contestants entered the ring Ref Villano 16 calls for the bell. Junko and JMoont instantly charge at each other. As JMont goes to grab Junko, she drops and baseball slides between JMont’s legs, and pops to her feet. JMont turns and charges again, and Junko sidesteps, leaving just the light tube-covered ropes for JMont to run into.
JMont stops just inches from hitting the tubes. JMont turns to see Junko going for a dropkick, but JMont swats her away and Junko lands on the mat. JMont goes for a quick elbow drop, but Junko rolls out of the way and JMont hits the mat. With JMont down, Junko goes for a flipping leg drop but JMont rolls out of the way and Junkpo lands on her butt. JMont rolls up to his feet and goes for a kick to the face of Junko, but she drops to her back avoiding it. JMont stumbles forward from the momentum and Junko knips up. JMont spins around as does Junko and the two face off. *
Markson: Both contestants are a step ahead of the other's plans. I wonder if there will be a show of respect between these two.
Napier: A show of respect? Are you an idiot? These two jailbirds hate each other, I’m surprised one of them didn’t shive the other in catering.
*JMont steps forward and offers a handshake. Junko is hesitant and the crowd boos and screams “NO!”. Junko steps forward as if she is going to accept it. Then at the exact same time, she pulls her hand back and JMont pulls his back, and they flip each other off. The crowd roars and JMont goes for a right hook, but Junko ducks under it. JMont turns around and is met with forearm shots from Junko. She lands three hard forearms, and then turns to bounce off the ropes, but stops as she sees the light tubes.
Junko turns back around and as she does is booted in the stomach by JMont. JMont grabs Junko and whips her off into the tube-covered ropes, but Junko stops, by sliding and pops back up to her feet, just mere inches from the tubes. Junko turns to see JMont lunging wth a spear, and Junko leapfrogs, going over the top of JMont, and JMont goes crashing head first through a set of four light tubes and the middle and top rope. The loud pop of the tubes draws a huge cheer from the crowd. *
Markson: JMONT IS THE FIRST TO TASTE THE GLASS!!!
Napier: Get the front row some N-95 masks, those tubes have Mercury dust in them.
Markson: So, you do care about the Thundermaniacs.
Naper: NO! I care about them suing Alexander Marshall.
*JMont’s forehead is bleeding as he turns from the ropes back to the ring, but Junko shows no mercy, as JMont turns around he nails him in the chest with a dropkick to the face that drops him to the mat. Junko spins up and grabs a light tube pulling it free from the ropes. As JMont sits up Junko smashes it over his head. JMont falls back to the mat and rolls holding his head. JMont rolls to the corner but stops as he sees the pain of glass in the corner. JMont starts pushing himself up and turns to see Junko with another tube. JMont reaches over and pulls a tube from the ropes himself.
JMont grips his tube like a baseball bat, while Junko twirls hers around like a staff. JMont moves forward cautiously, as Junko moves in slowly as well, stopping her swirling and gripping the tube. JMont takes two quick steps forward swinging the tube overhead like a battle ax, but Junko puts her tube up blocking it. The impact snaps Junko’s tube in half and shatters JMont’s. Junko delivers a quick sidekick to JMont to double him over, Junko then cracks the two half tubes on either side of JMont’s head. *
Markson: OH MY! Vicious assault from Junko Souma with that tube.
Napier: It looks like those tubes sliced JMont’s ears open.
Markson: IT DID! JMONT IS BLEEDING FROM HIS EARS!!!
*JMont falls to his knees clutching at his ears, and Junko charges off the ropes where the tubes had been removed and comes back with a running hip attack to the face of JMont that knocks him to the mat. Junko moves to the corner grabs the pane of glass and puts it on top of JMont. Junko then moves back to the corner and begins climbing, but as she does JMont slides the pane of glass off of him and starts getting to his feet. Junko sees JMont getting to his feet and quickly leaps off with a diving crossbody.
The crossbody knocks JMont down, but he holds on and rolls backward. JMont comes to his knees and stands up holding Junko. JMont hoists Junko up onto his shoulder turns to a pane of glass in the corner and begins charging towards it. Junko slides off of JMont’s back though and shoves JMont forward toward the glass. JMont spreads his arms out as far as he can and catches the ropes right before crashing into the glass. JMont turns around and is met with a hip attack from Junkoo.
JMont catches Junko again though. JMont takes two steps forward, and then throws Junko backward overhead, giving her a release German Suplex through the pane of glass. The glass shatters with a thunderous sound, and the crowd gasps as Junko sinks into a heap in the corner.*
Markson: OH MY! That was absolutely brutal.
Napier: That was gross, I can’t believe people like to watch these kinds of matches.
Markson: The crowd is indeed blood thirsty tonight.
*JMont grabs Junko by the ankle pulls her out of the corner and makes a pin.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
JMont yells at Ref Villano 16, who just holds up the dos sign. JMont grabs a light tube off of the ropes and as Junko begins to stir JMont slams the tube over her back. Junko comes up to her knees in pain as her back is bleeding profusely from the pane of glass already. JMont grabs Junko by the hair with his free hand and then begins digging the broken end of the tube into the forehead of Junko, slicing her open. *
Markson: Oh that is disgusting, JMont is carving up Junko like a Thanksgiving Turkey. This is just too much.
Napier: Too much? Junko just tried to Van Gogh JMont.
*JMont slices across the head of Junko and she falls to the mat holding her head that now has blood pouring from it. JMont grabs another lighttube from the ropes and pulls Junko to her knees. JMont shoves the tube into Junko’s mouth while pulling her to her feet. JMont then nails a hard European Uppercut slamming his elbow into Junko’s chin and busting the tube in her mouth.
Junko falls back into the corner without the pane of glass. JMont grabs another tube and comes to get her. JMont grabs Junko by the hair and pulls her up, as he pulls Junko to her feet she sprays the blood from her mouth into the eyes of JMont. JMont staggers back holding his eyes, trying to wipe them out. Junko charges at JMont, but JMont catches her with a snap powerslam onto the pane of glass that was laying on the mat. The glass shatters under Junko. JMont stays on top for the pin.*
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: OH MY GAWD!!! GOOD GRIEF!!!
Napier: Junko Souma's back is going to be nothing but ground beef after that.
Markson: I can't believe she kicked out.
Napier: Kicked out? I can't believe she is still alive.
*JMont stands up pulling Junko up by her hair as he does. JMont throws Junko head first through the ropes, and light tubes attached to them. Junko’s head shatters through the glass as her body tumbles to the outside of the ring. JMont kicks the ropes clear and then steps to the outside himself. JMont pulls a fresh tube off the ropes, and then jumps off the apron and slams it across the bloody back of Junko.
JMont stands over Junko, looking at her seemingly lifeless body and then begins to laugh maniacally. JMont turns to the ring apron, pulls it up, and grabs a board with light bulbs mounted on it and pulls it out from under the ring, laying it in the ground. JMont grabs a cord that is connected to and moves to the commentary table where he shoves the table over a bit and plugs the cord in, illuminating the board. *
Markson: JMONT WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?! YOU DO DESERVE TO BE IN JAIL YOU SICK SON OF A…
Napier: Easy Mark, you're getting about as unhinged as JMont.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her into position for a powerbomb. The crowd is booing JMont like crazy, JMont responds by flipping the crowd the double bird. Suddenly, a half-full cup of Coke smacks JMont in the face. JMont laughs as he wipes the Cola and blood from his face.
JMont grabs Junko around the waist and begins to lift her, but Junko holds onto his leg. JMont slams two hard forearms across the bloody back of Junko, and then tries to lit her again, but once more Junko holds onto the leg for dear life. This time JMont digs his fingernails into the bottom of Junko’s back and rakes them up her mangled back, sending audible cries of pain from Junko as she collapses to the ground.
JMonr grabs Junko by her trunks and pulls her up. As JMont goes for the powerbomb this time though, Junko goes back to the leg, but instead of holding onto it, shoves a piece of the broken light tube into it. Junko jabs the shard end of the tube into the thigh of JMont and begins to twist it into his Quadriceps muscle. *
Markson: *GAGGING NOISE!*
Napier: * ALSO GAGGING NOISE!*
*JMont staggers back holding his leg. He looks down at the large shard of glass sticking out of his thigh, pulls it out, and throws it down. JMont then charges at Junko, but she catches JMont with a backbody drop, and JMont flips over her and lands on the lit-up board of bulbs. JMont starts shaking as sparks fly from the board *
Napier: PULL THE PLUG MARK!!!
*Markson pulls the plug from the power strip and JMont stops shaking but lays on the board. Junko is on all fours on the ground and crawls to JMont and lays on top of him, but Villano 16 says she has to pin him in the ring.
Junko pushes herself up, grabs JMont but the head, and tries dragging him. Junko barely gets JMont to his knees, revealing his now also mangled back that is bloody and burnt. Junko pulls as hard as she can and when she does, JMont shoves her off sending her back and slamming into the ring apron. Junko staggers forward holding her back when JMont jumps from his knees into a JKO (RKO) on the ground. JMont sits up arching his back in pain from the impact. *
Markson: JKO OUTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: YES! Now please make the pin and get this live-action snuff film over with.
*JMont staggers to his feet and grabs Junko, lifting her up and throwing her back into the ring. JMont hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes, not even bothering to clear the shards away this time. JMont drops on to Junko for a pin. *
1…
KICKOUT!
JMont yells at Ref Villano 16, who just holds up the dos sign. JMont grabs a light tube off of the ropes and as Junko begins to stir JMont slams the tube over her back. Junko comes up to her knees in pain as her back is bleeding profusely from the pane of glass already. JMont grabs Junko by the hair with his free hand and then begins digging the broken end of the tube into the forehead of Junko, slicing her open. *
Markson: Oh that is disgusting, JMont is carving up Junko like a Thanksgiving Turkey. This is just too much.
Napier: Too much? Junko just tried to Van Gogh JMont.
*JMont slices across the head of Junko and she falls to the mat holding her head that now has blood pouring from it. JMont grabs another lighttube from the ropes and pulls Junko to her knees. JMont shoves the tube into Junko’s mouth while pulling her to her feet. JMont then nails a hard European Uppercut slamming his elbow into Junko’s chin and busting the tube in her mouth.
Junko falls back into the corner without the pane of glass. JMont grabs another tube and comes to get her. JMont grabs Junko by the hair and pulls her up, as he pulls Junko to her feet she sprays the blood from her mouth into the eyes of JMont. JMont staggers back holding his eyes, trying to wipe them out. Junko charges at JMont, but JMont catches her with a snap powerslam onto the pane of glass that was laying on the mat. The glass shatters under Junko. JMont stays on top for the pin.*
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: OH MY GAWD!!! GOOD GRIEF!!!
Napier: Junko Souma's back is going to be nothing but ground beef after that.
Markson: I can't believe she kicked out.
Napier: Kicked out? I can't believe she is still alive.
*JMont stands up pulling Junko up by her hair as he does. JMont throws Junko head first through the ropes, and light tubes attached to them. Junko’s head shatters through the glass as her body tumbles to the outside of the ring. JMont kicks the ropes clear and then steps to the outside himself. JMont pulls a fresh tube off the ropes, and then jumps off the apron and slams it across the bloody back of Junko.
JMont stands over Junko, looking at her seemingly lifeless body and then begins to laugh maniacally. JMont turns to the ring apron, pulls it up, and grabs a board with light bulbs mounted on it and pulls it out from under the ring, laying it in the ground. JMont grabs a cord that is connected to and moves to the commentary table where he shoves the table over a bit and plugs the cord in, illuminating the board. *
Markson: JMONT WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?! YOU DO DESERVE TO BE IN JAIL YOU SICK SON OF A…
Napier: Easy Mark, you're getting about as unhinged as JMont.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her into position for a powerbomb. The crowd is booing JMont like crazy, JMont responds by flipping the crowd the double bird. Suddenly, a half-full cup of Coke smacks JMont in the face. JMont laughs as he wipes the Cola and blood from his face.
JMont grabs Junko around the waist and begins to lift her, but Junko holds onto his leg. JMont slams two hard forearms across the bloody back of Junko, and then tries to lit her again, but once more Junko holds onto the leg for dear life. This time JMont digs his fingernails into the bottom of Junko’s back and rakes them up her mangled back, sending audible cries of pain from Junko as she collapses to the ground.
JMonr grabs Junko by her trunks and pulls her up. As JMont goes for the powerbomb this time though, Junko goes back to the leg, but instead of holding onto it, shoves a piece of the broken light tube into it. Junko jabs the shard end of the tube into the thigh of JMont and begins to twist it into his Quadriceps muscle. *
Markson: *GAGGING NOISE!*
Napier: * ALSO GAGGING NOISE!*
*JMont staggers back holding his leg. He looks down at the large shard of glass sticking out of his thigh, pulls it out, and throws it down. JMont then charges at Junko, but she catches JMont with a backbody drop, and JMont flips over her and lands on the lit-up board of bulbs. JMont starts shaking as sparks fly from the board *
Napier: PULL THE PLUG MARK!!!
*Markson pulls the plug from the power strip and JMont stops shaking but lays on the board. Junko is on all fours on the ground and crawls to JMont and lays on top of him, but Villano 16 says she has to pin him in the ring.
Junko pushes herself up, grabs JMont but the head, and tries dragging him. Junko barely gets JMont to his knees, revealing his now also mangled back that is bloody and burnt. Junko pulls as hard as she can and when she does, JMont shoves her off sending her back and slamming into the ring apron. Junko staggers forward holding her back when JMont jumps from his knees into a JKO (RKO) on the ground. JMont sits up arching his back in pain from the impact. *
Markson: JKO OUTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: YES! Now please make the pin and get this live-action snuff film over with.
*JMont staggers to his feet and grabs Junko, lifting her up and throwing her back into the ring. JMont hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes, not even bothering to clear the shards away this time. JMont drops on to Junko for a pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: HOLY GUACAMOLE, JUNKO KICKED OUT!!!
Napier: WHY!?! Just eat the loss and end the suffering.
Markson: Junko isn’t built that way, she is built different.
*JMont can’t believe Junko kicked out as he stands up in pure shock. JMont grabs Villano 16 by the shirt and begins yelling at him. Villano tells JMont to release him or else. JMont nods his head and holds his hands up, then JKO OUTTA NOWHERE ON VILLANO 16!!! *
Markson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!
Napier: JMont is doing what JMont does, which is…. WHATEVER THE HELL HE WANTS!!!
*JMont stands up over Villano 16 and yells at the fallen referee. JMont then grabs a tube off of the ropes and prepares to smash it over the fallen referee, but as he does Junko comes charging from across the ring and nails JMont with a shotgun dropkick that sends JMont flying into the corner and shattering a pane of glass. JMont sinks into the corner as Junko pushes herself to her feet.
Junko grabs JMont by the feet and drags him to the middle of the ring. Junko goes to the ropes grabs both arms full of light tubes and lays them on top of JMont. Junko then moves to the corner and climbs to the top rope. The crowd comes alive as Junk stands on the top rope, right before coming off with Chocobo Sunrise (Moonsault) onto JMont and the tubes he is buried under. Junko stays on top for the pin. *
Napier: There is no referee you idiot.
Markson: Junko is in the zone and didn’t even realize that Villano 16 was out.
Napier: She just mutilated herself for no reason.
Markson: She did it for honor. WAIT! HERE COMES DIZZY DAN!!!
*Referee Dizzy Dan slides into the ring and makes the count. *
1…
2….
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: If she had got the pin right away, I think she would have got JMont there.
*Junko slowly rolls to her feet as JMont begins to sit up. Junko screams and charges into the ropes and comes back hitting a running hip attack on JMont dropping him back to the mat again. Junko looks to have lost it, as she screams again and grabs JMont by the head, and pulls him to his feet. Junko hooks JMont for the JNK Driver, but has lost too much blood and can’t get him up.
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: HOLY GUACAMOLE, JUNKO KICKED OUT!!!
Napier: WHY!?! Just eat the loss and end the suffering.
Markson: Junko isn’t built that way, she is built different.
*JMont can’t believe Junko kicked out as he stands up in pure shock. JMont grabs Villano 16 by the shirt and begins yelling at him. Villano tells JMont to release him or else. JMont nods his head and holds his hands up, then JKO OUTTA NOWHERE ON VILLANO 16!!! *
Markson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!
Napier: JMont is doing what JMont does, which is…. WHATEVER THE HELL HE WANTS!!!
*JMont stands up over Villano 16 and yells at the fallen referee. JMont then grabs a tube off of the ropes and prepares to smash it over the fallen referee, but as he does Junko comes charging from across the ring and nails JMont with a shotgun dropkick that sends JMont flying into the corner and shattering a pane of glass. JMont sinks into the corner as Junko pushes herself to her feet.
Junko grabs JMont by the feet and drags him to the middle of the ring. Junko goes to the ropes grabs both arms full of light tubes and lays them on top of JMont. Junko then moves to the corner and climbs to the top rope. The crowd comes alive as Junk stands on the top rope, right before coming off with Chocobo Sunrise (Moonsault) onto JMont and the tubes he is buried under. Junko stays on top for the pin. *
Napier: There is no referee you idiot.
Markson: Junko is in the zone and didn’t even realize that Villano 16 was out.
Napier: She just mutilated herself for no reason.
Markson: She did it for honor. WAIT! HERE COMES DIZZY DAN!!!
*Referee Dizzy Dan slides into the ring and makes the count. *
1…
2….
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Napier: If she had got the pin right away, I think she would have got JMont there.
*Junko slowly rolls to her feet as JMont begins to sit up. Junko screams and charges into the ropes and comes back hitting a running hip attack on JMont dropping him back to the mat again. Junko looks to have lost it, as she screams again and grabs JMont by the head, and pulls him to his feet. Junko hooks JMont for the JNK Driver, but has lost too much blood and can’t get him up.
JMont slams a hard body shot into the cut-up stomach of Junko. JMont spins out, holding onto Junko’s arm, and pulls her in for a short-arm clothesline, but Junko ducks under it and grabs JMont in a waistlock. Junko spins JMont out and lands a Bloody Rainmaiker (ripcord lariat). JMont is rocked, and staggers back into the ropes which propel him back forward and as JMont staggers off the ropes Junko nails JMont with a JKO (rko). *
Markson: JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: Add theft to the list of charges that Junko Souma is facing.
*Junko makes the pin on JMont.
1…
Markson: JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
Napier: Add theft to the list of charges that Junko Souma is facing.
*Junko makes the pin on JMont.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Junko rolls right up, grabbing JMont by the head and pulling him up. Junko looks at the last pane of glass in the corner and tries to throw JMont headfirst into it, but JMont stops, planting his feet and shoving Junko toward it. Junko is able to stop and turns around to JMont going for a JKO. Junko pulls her head back and shoves JMont forward. JMont takes two steps forward, stops, and turns around to see Junko charging, this time JMontt sidesteps and sends Junko running chest first into the ropes and crashing into some of the last light tubes.
Junko staggers around holding her chest and stomach and JMont boots her in the stomach. JMont grabs Junko, lifts her up, and drops her down with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). JMont falls on top of her for the pin. *
1…
Junko rolls right up, grabbing JMont by the head and pulling him up. Junko looks at the last pane of glass in the corner and tries to throw JMont headfirst into it, but JMont stops, planting his feet and shoving Junko toward it. Junko is able to stop and turns around to JMont going for a JKO. Junko pulls her head back and shoves JMont forward. JMont takes two steps forward, stops, and turns around to see Junko charging, this time JMontt sidesteps and sends Junko running chest first into the ropes and crashing into some of the last light tubes.
Junko staggers around holding her chest and stomach and JMont boots her in the stomach. JMont grabs Junko, lifts her up, and drops her down with the JNK Driver (Ki Krusher '99). JMont falls on top of her for the pin. *
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: JMONT AGAIN COMMITTING THEFT, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP JIUNKO DOWN!!!
Napier: Is Junko Souma a Highlander or something?
*JMont’s eyes almost bulge out of his head, as Dizzy Dan steps away from him while holding up the two. JMont rolls to the outside of the ring, where he shoves two fans out of their seat in the front row. *
Markson: COME ON JOE! KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF THE FANS!!!
Napier: JMont has snapped, he’s going too far.
*JMont throws the chairs in the ring, one of the fans jumps in front of JMont and starts yelling at him and JMont pie faces him to the ground. Another fan shoves JMont in the back, and JMont turns around and decks the fan, knocking him out with a single shot. Several members of the crowd begin to charge toward JMont when TPW security begins holding them back and shoving them back.
JMont slides into the ring, picking one of the chairs up and slamming it across the back of Junko who still lays on the mat. JMont then unfolds the two chairs, and grabs the last pane of glass, laying it across the seat of the chairs making a table out of the glass and chairs. *
Markson: JMont is one hundred percent going to be fined and suspended.
Napier: Fined and suspended? He’s going to be slapped with lawsuits and criminal charges.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her up to her feet. JMont bends down and lifts Junko on his shoulder and sets her up on the top turnbuckle. JMont begins climbing the ropes, getting to the middle rope and hooking Junko for a suplex, but Junko comes alive and fights back, throwing some shots to the body of JMont. JMont releases his hold and begins biting the forehead of Junko. Blood squirts from Junko’s head and around JMont’s mouth crawling “OOHS!” from the crowd. Junko responds by jamming her finger into the gaping hole in JMont’s thigh. JMont screams and begins grabbing at his leg.
Junko head butts JMont in the face, and then pushes herself to the top turnbuckle, looking for her J-POP Coaster (Sunset Flip Bomb), but JMont grabs her leg blocking her from climbing up his back. JMont reaches down, pulling a tube from the ropes and swinging it up, smashing it against the side of Junko’s head. Junko falls back, and as she does JMont steps up and grabs her head. JMont steps to the top rope, holding onto Junko’s head, and then leaps off delivering a JKO (RKO) from the top rope, and crashes down with Junko through the pain of glass.
Both contestants take a massive amount of damage from the moves, but JMont rolls over on top of Junko for a pin. *
1…
Markson: JMONT AGAIN COMMITTING THEFT, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP JIUNKO DOWN!!!
Napier: Is Junko Souma a Highlander or something?
*JMont’s eyes almost bulge out of his head, as Dizzy Dan steps away from him while holding up the two. JMont rolls to the outside of the ring, where he shoves two fans out of their seat in the front row. *
Markson: COME ON JOE! KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF THE FANS!!!
Napier: JMont has snapped, he’s going too far.
*JMont throws the chairs in the ring, one of the fans jumps in front of JMont and starts yelling at him and JMont pie faces him to the ground. Another fan shoves JMont in the back, and JMont turns around and decks the fan, knocking him out with a single shot. Several members of the crowd begin to charge toward JMont when TPW security begins holding them back and shoving them back.
JMont slides into the ring, picking one of the chairs up and slamming it across the back of Junko who still lays on the mat. JMont then unfolds the two chairs, and grabs the last pane of glass, laying it across the seat of the chairs making a table out of the glass and chairs. *
Markson: JMont is one hundred percent going to be fined and suspended.
Napier: Fined and suspended? He’s going to be slapped with lawsuits and criminal charges.
*JMont grabs Junko and pulls her up to her feet. JMont bends down and lifts Junko on his shoulder and sets her up on the top turnbuckle. JMont begins climbing the ropes, getting to the middle rope and hooking Junko for a suplex, but Junko comes alive and fights back, throwing some shots to the body of JMont. JMont releases his hold and begins biting the forehead of Junko. Blood squirts from Junko’s head and around JMont’s mouth crawling “OOHS!” from the crowd. Junko responds by jamming her finger into the gaping hole in JMont’s thigh. JMont screams and begins grabbing at his leg.
Junko head butts JMont in the face, and then pushes herself to the top turnbuckle, looking for her J-POP Coaster (Sunset Flip Bomb), but JMont grabs her leg blocking her from climbing up his back. JMont reaches down, pulling a tube from the ropes and swinging it up, smashing it against the side of Junko’s head. Junko falls back, and as she does JMont steps up and grabs her head. JMont steps to the top rope, holding onto Junko’s head, and then leaps off delivering a JKO (RKO) from the top rope, and crashes down with Junko through the pain of glass.
Both contestants take a massive amount of damage from the moves, but JMont rolls over on top of Junko for a pin. *
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3….
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and… NNNNEEEEWWWWWW AMERICAN CHAMPION, JOE MONTOURRRRIIIII!!!!
Markson: And mercifully this one is over.
Napier: I’m not sure if this is the end of the war between JMont and Junko or not, but this was a hell of a battle to end what has been an insane rivalry.
*The crowd boos like crazy as Ref Dizzy Dan lays the American championship over the body of JMont. Dan raises JMon’t arm, but JMont doesn’t move as both he and Junko lay on the mat, too battered and exhausted to move. Medics rush into the ring and begins working on both Junko and JMont as the scene fades to a pre-recorded segment. *
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and… NNNNEEEEWWWWWW AMERICAN CHAMPION, JOE MONTOURRRRIIIII!!!!
Markson: And mercifully this one is over.
Napier: I’m not sure if this is the end of the war between JMont and Junko or not, but this was a hell of a battle to end what has been an insane rivalry.
*The crowd boos like crazy as Ref Dizzy Dan lays the American championship over the body of JMont. Dan raises JMon’t arm, but JMont doesn’t move as both he and Junko lay on the mat, too battered and exhausted to move. Medics rush into the ring and begins working on both Junko and JMont as the scene fades to a pre-recorded segment. *
*The shot opens in to a beautiful twinkling Christmas tree. We hear a voice over begin to speak, the same voice over from the beginning of the PPV. *
Voiceover:
Voiceover:
Silent night
Deadly night
Sleep with lights
On tonight
Don't pretend that your heart doesn't race
I can see the fright in your face
Shadows rule after dark
Silent night
Thundering night
Silence has
Forgotten tonight
Call my name as you fight just to breathe
I will miss you if you choose to leave
Don't forget once you're gone.
*Suddenly, a generically dressed wrestler and speared into the Christmas tree by another non-descript wrestler. The tree is then hoisted up and slammed down onto the man who was just speared into the Christmas tree. The scene fades to the graphic for the next Thunder Pro Wrestling Pay-Per-View. *
Voiceover: Silent Night, Violent Night. Seasons Beatings to all…. It’s time for WINTER WRESTLELAND!!!
Deadly night
Sleep with lights
On tonight
Don't pretend that your heart doesn't race
I can see the fright in your face
Shadows rule after dark
Silent night
Thundering night
Silence has
Forgotten tonight
Call my name as you fight just to breathe
I will miss you if you choose to leave
Don't forget once you're gone.
*Suddenly, a generically dressed wrestler and speared into the Christmas tree by another non-descript wrestler. The tree is then hoisted up and slammed down onto the man who was just speared into the Christmas tree. The scene fades to the graphic for the next Thunder Pro Wrestling Pay-Per-View. *
Voiceover: Silent Night, Violent Night. Seasons Beatings to all…. It’s time for WINTER WRESTLELAND!!!
*The video fades back to the commentary table. *
Markson: Our first pay-per-view in Canada, and the anniversery of our first ever pay-per-view, Winter Wrestlelan 2023 is going to be an amazing event.
Napier: We already know two matches for the event, we have the NEW American Champion JMont defending against Maxwell Mason Stone, and Peter Vaughn defending the International Champioship against Matt Knox, that is if Matt Knox survives tonight and makes it to the event.
Markson: I have NO DOUBT that Matt Knox will; survive tonight, and I also beleive he will knock Peter Vaughn off and take the International Championship at Winter Wrestleland.
Napier: Yeah, but you still believe in Santa Clause.
Markson: IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMN IT!
Napier: What is real, is this war that we are about to see unfold in front of us. Let's see wat has led up to this match.