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09-19-2007, 12:13 PM
TNT opens up to a far-away camera shot of Johnny Bad Blood standing on top of Tabby D's. He is standing there, his eyes closed, and the wind blowing hard against his face as the camera slowly zooms into him. The camera begins circling around as Johnny Bad Blood is slowly breathing in and out, until finally he opens his eyes just as the camera reaches his face. Johnny Bad Blood looks directly at the camera, and assisted by an audio kit, he says into the microphone…
Johnny: Tonight… Jokester… Tonight you die…
Daniel: What the hell? Was that a threat on a presidential candidate?
Max: I think so Danny!
The TNT opening video airs, and after a few moments of WPW highlights, “holy shit” spots, and a few random shots of Jesse Long, fireworks begin to blare through the arena and the fans go wild.
Daniel: Welcome everybody to Tuesday Night Turmoil! I’m Daniel Justice and sitting beside me is my broadcast partner Max Stockton, and tonight the Tournament continues!
Max: That’s right. We finally get to find out who one of those damn question marks is tonight when Nick Comoroto takes on our mystery man.
Daniel: Or woman!
Max: Eh. Yeah. Or woman in the main event.
Daniel: And also tonight, after being screwed by the boss out of not one, but both of his championships, Jamie Parker gets a chance to team with the WPW Heavyweight Champion Scorch to take on two of the men who hold the gold Parker had not more than a month ago.
Max: Well hey, I like Jamie Parker, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t matter what Carlos said or did last week. He may have ruined Parker’s plans to get himself disqualified, but maybe it just wasn’t a very good plan in the first place.
Daniel: Maybe not, but regardless, I’ve been informed by Alicia Gonzalez that next week on TNT there will be a rematch between Royal Knight and Jamie Parker for the Florida State Championship, so the war’s not over!
Max: No it’s not, and this week they’ll both have the chance to soften one another up. Scorch ain’t that bad of a partner.
Daniel: Nah. Not really THAT bad right?
Max: Pretty decent. Not Jason Bennett level or anything, but ya know, one’s in a coma, one’s not.
Daniel: I kind of assumed Scorch might have been in one as well since we didn’t see him last week.
Max: Nah. That was just affirmative action holding a brotha’ down.
Daniel: Scorch is white.
Max: Shit, he is? No wonder people always look at me strange when I say that about his career.
Daniel: I’m completely convinced you don’t watch even a full minute of the action in the ring per TNT Max.
Max: Yeah, well, I guess I should fit right in with the rest of the roster then right?
Daniel: I’d imagine, since anyone who actually listens to this will respond to TNT by simply saying the four words: Mexican Alligator Ball Sack, earning themselves 5 WPW store points if they do it within 24 hours, and the rest of us will all laugh as soon as someone is completely clueless.
Max: Which will probably be Dan.
Daniel: Probally.
Max: Well if that’s not a cheap plug to get people to listen to your voice I don’t know what is Daniel.
Daniel: I should be ashamed of myself.
Max: Go Seahawks!
Mina Henderson: The following match is a Round Round One Tournament of Champions competition and its scheduled for one fall, introducing first from across the pond in Manchester, England weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds being accompanied by Lilith, he is none other than, Gunnar BRIAN!
The lights fade and the music begins to play, Gunnar walks out as he looks towards the sky. He pauses for a moment as he holds his hands out. He then looks down at the floor as the lights come back on before wrapping his arms around himself. He slides his hands down his arms as he slowly walks down to the ring before slowly climbing up the steps. He turns around as he climbs the last step looking around before climbing into the ring. He wraps his arms around himself in the corner awaiting The Judge's entrance. The lights in the arena slowly darken as the piano for "Forgive Me" begins to play.
Mina Henderson: And his opponent in this Tournament of Champions,from the city of Angels, Los Angeles, California weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds, he is one half of the current WPW Tag Team Champions and a member of the Royalty ... The JUDGE!
Overhead shots of Los Angeles at night are shown on the titontron as the piano tune continues to play before the titontron turns into a huge 12:00 and a voice cuts in over the music saying "Forgive Me...". A yellow spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as The Judge appears at the top of the ramp with is WPW Tag Team Championship on his shoulder. He pauses for a second before walking down the ramp toward the ring. The fans boo him as he uses the steps to get onto the apron. He peers across the ring at Gunnar Brian who has exited the ring. The Judge enters and moves to the middle of the ring where he stands until his music fades.
The referee asks for the bell as The Judge and Gunnar Brian stare at each other. Then Judge runs at Gunnar and knocks him to the mat with a quick clothesline. Gunnar looks up at him shocked and gets back to his feet and runs at Judge but Judge delivers a drop toe hold to him followed by a quick drop elbow to the back of Gunnar's head. Judge gets back to his feet and smiles as Gunnar gets to his feet slower than the last time. Gunnar shakes it off and walks over to Judge and punches him. Judge leans back and rubs his jaw and then lays into Gunnar with a hook of his own. Then the fight is on as both men share a variety of punches to each other, neither man giving into the other.
Daniel: Both men are fighting for position early in this match, neither wanting to give the edge to the other wrestler.
Max: The Edge, isn't that a member of the band U2?
Daniel: Yeah, wait what?
Max: Want me to explain it to you in terms maybe even you can understand?
Daniel: Pay attention to the match Max.
Gunnar starts showing some wear as his throws are getting weaker and weaker but as Judge is about to deliver the deciding blow Gunnar delivers a short arm clothesline to Judge sending him to the mat. Gunnar looks a little woozy as he goes to pick Judge up but Judge yanks him down sending him head first into the bottom turnbuckle. Judge then gets back to his feet and soccer kicks Gunnar for good measure as the referee pushes him away. Judge looks at the referee and pushes him aside as he picks Gunnar up by his hair and slams his head into the top turnbuckle this time, repeatedly. The referee tries to pull Judge away but Judge keeps his ground slamming Gunnar’s head into the turnbuckle. Finally the referee pulls Judge away and Gunnar slides down hitting the mat leaning into the bottom rope looking starry eyed and up at the ceiling.
Max: Looks like Gunnar is trying to reinact the scene between Royal Knight and Super Sexy Girl.
Daniel: Whats that suppose to mean?
Max: You know when SSG bitch slapped the taste out of Royal Knight's mouth, he wasn't seeing anything more than stars after that.
Judge smiles as he sees Gunnar try to pull himself back up but can't. Judge then walks over to him to pick him up but Gunnar fends him off with a kick to the stomach. This pisses Judge off as he backs up and then runs at Gunnar with a dropkick to the face. Gunnar is out, well almost. Judge then takes Gunnar by his legs and pulls him away from the ropes and covers him not hooking the leg. The referee goes down for the count.
1...
2...
No! Gunnar kicks out with force right as the referee's hand is about to go down for the three count.
Daniel: Near fall by The Judge. He is looking rather impressive here tonight.
Max: Must be the anabolic steroids he takes backstage.
Daniel: Don't start that shit again Max.
Judge gets back to his feet and picks Gunnar up and launches him into the ropes. Judge leap frogs Gunnar on his return but Gunnar puts on the breaks and as Judge turns around Gunnar delivers a stiff kick to his stomach which is followed by a DDT. Gunnar drops to one knee as that took a lot out of him. Gunnar gets back to his feet but is brought down as Judge delivers a leg sweep. Judge then kips back up to his feet and delivers a leg drop onto Gunnar out of the blue and the fans erupt. Judge gets back to his feet and runs at the ropes leaps onto the top rope and goes for a lionsault but Gunnar gets his knees up and Judge hits them hard, and then hits the mat. Gunnar pushes Judge off of him and moves away using the nearby ropes as support and he picks himself up still in a daze.
Max: Look Gunnar is showing some gusto, too bad he isn't Italian.
Daniel: What the hell? Gusto? Italian? Are you on something today Max?
Max: Yeah, Your mom.
Judge holds his ribs as he slowly gets to one knee but Gunnar unleashes the shining wizard on Judge knocking him back to the mat. The fans start too boo Gunnar as he gets back to his feet with a smile on his face. Gunnar then slides Judge away from the ropes and goes for a cover himself. The referee goes down for the count..
1...
2....
NO! This time Judge kicks out with force which sends Gunnar away from him. Gunnar gets back to his feet and picks Judge up and throws him into the corner and runs at him with a splash which Judge side steps sending Gunnar's face into the turnbuckle. Gunnar stumbles back and Judge dropkicks him back into the ropes. Gunnar drapes on the ropes as Judge runs at him and spears him in the lower back. Gunnar falters and falls to the mat to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Daniel: The Judge is back on the offensive now.
Max: Really? I couldn't see that conisdering Gunnar is bent over like SSG in the backstage locker room.
Daniel: Leave SSG alone, what has she done to you?
Max: The better answer would've been what hasn't she done to me.
Judge picks Gunnar up and launches him into the ropes, Gunnar returns and Judge hits him with a spinebuster slamming him to the mat. Judge doesn't waste any time as he goes in for the cover. The referee then counts.
1...
2...
No Gunnar kicks out as the referee's hand was about to come down with the three count.
Daniel: Yet another near fall by The Judge.
Judge looks at the referee and says it was a three count but the referee tells him it was only a two count. Judge shakes his head at the referee and gets back to his feet. Judge walks away from Gunnar allowing him time to stir. Judge then waits for his prey to start moving some more and Judge doesn't have to wait long as Gunnar pulls himself closer to the ropes. Gunnar then begins to pull himself up on the ropes and Judge runs at him but Gunnar outsmarts him as he pulls down on the top rope and as Judge flies over it and hits the floor on the outside of the ring you can see the smile on Gunnar's face. The crowd Ooooo's as the thud is echo'd throughout the arena from Judge's fall from grace.
Max: And there goes what remains of The Judge's chances to win this match.
Daniel: You're counting The Judge out too soon here Max.
Max: No I call it like I see it.
Judge grabs his ribs as he writhes in pain on the outside of the ring. Meanwhile inside the ring Gunnar gets to his feet and looks down on Judge with a smile on his face, which turns into a laugh .. evil laugh. Judge then begins to move which makes Gunnar mad as he runs and bounces off the far rope, returns springboards and leaps off hitting the rising Judge with a Springboard Corkscrew Senton which slams him back down to the floor and that’s when the referee begins his count.
... 1
Gunnar slowly gets back to his feet and begins to kick Judge in the ribs as he is one again in pain from being hit with the senton.
... 2
Gunnar tries to pick Judge up but Judge jabs his thumb into Gunnar's eyes. Gunnar backs away from Judge.
... 3
Judge slowly gets back to his feet as he is attacked form behind from Gunnar. Judge fends him off with a few back elbow's and then a spinning heel kick which sends Gunnar back into the apron.
... 4
Judge then delivers another kick to Gunnar and throws him back into the ring breaking the count. Judge then slides back into the ring but doesn't get up to his feet fast enough as Gunnar attacks him again with a double axehandle smash to the back of his head. Gunnar gets to his feet to another chorus of boos and takes Judge by the back of his head, by his hair, and picks him up. Gunnar pulls back on Judge's head and delivers a reverse DDT to him slamming him to the mat. Gunnar then pulls Judge away from the ropes using his arms and then covers him. The referee goes to count ..
1...
2... And..... NO! The Judge kicks out. Gunnar gets to his knees and looks down on Judge and begins to slam his head onto the mat like mad man. The referee stops this quickly pulls Gunnar away from Judge. Gunnar gets to his feet and pushes the referee to the mat and then begins another assault on Judge. The Judge tries to get away from Gunnar but can't as Gunnar stays on top of him like white on rice.
Daniel: Gunnar is showing his aggresive side here tonight, not letting the WPW Tag Team Champion up.
Max: Wouldn't you be aggressive too if you had all that built up sexual frustration?
Daniel: Again Max pay attention to the match.
Max: Release Gunnar RELEASE!
Daniel: I'm definately not drunk enough for this.
The referee finally gets back to his feet and this time pulls Gunnar away and warns him and Gunnar arrogantly backs away with a cocky smile on his face. Judge looks up at Gunnar with a smirk on his face as he gets back to his feet. Judge stares at Gunnar not letting him out of his site what so ever. Gunnar is fumed as he runs at Judge but Judge side steps and grabs Gunnar by the back of the head and throws him into the top turnbuckle, Gunnar slams onto the turnbuckle and then right into a move not normally done by Judge a crucifix which leads into a crucifix powerbomb. Judge holds the move for a pinfall and the referee counts..
1...
2..
... NO!! Once again Gunnar has defied all odds and kicked out.
Max: Another near fall by the man known as The Judge.. I wonder if he met Judge Dread.
Daniel: Judge Dread was a movie and was played by Sly.
Max: Doubt that but anyways.
Judge shakes his head as he picks Gunnar up but he is rolled up and Gunnar goes for a quick pinfall but before the referee can count Judge kicks out. Judge then gets back to his feet picks Gunnar up irish whips him off the ropes, Gunnar returns ducks a clothesline, bounces off the far ropes and returns into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker from Judge. Judge follows it up by running at the ropes and then returning with a powerful clothesline knocking the wind out of Gunnar, Gunnar then drops to the mat. Instead of going for a pin this time Judge gets to his feet picks Gunnar up and goes for the and then nails the ‘Judgement DDT’ laying Gunnar out on the mat for good.
Daniel: The Judgement DDT, this has to be over right here, you can't get up from that!
Max: Megatron could.
Daniel: Who?
Max: Calvin Johnson.
Daniel: What the hell does football have to do with this match?
Max: What does anything have to do with this match?
The referee begins his count once again ...
1...
2...
2 1/2....
...NO!!!!!
Judge shakes his head telling the referee that it was a three count. The referee tells him no once again and The Judge has had enough as he then locks in the ‘Fade to Black’ (Dragon Sleeper). Gunnar tries to get out of the move but The Judge’s grip is too powerful and Gunnar then taps out.
[Bell Sounds]
Mina: Here is your winner by submission and moving on in the Tournament of Champions, The Judge!
Daniel: And this match is over!
Max: Really? SOMEONE ALERT THE PRESS THIS MATCH IS OVER!
Daniel: [Ignores Max] The Judge has moved on in the tournament with the 'Fade to Black'. What a superb match we seen here tonight!
Backstage Brock Goodman is sitting alone in the locker room, simply staring at the door of the locker in front of him, not saying a word to anybody, or even acknowledging the presence of anyone else in the room. Behind Brock Jesse Long is chatting to a backstage worker, when he finally nods and pats the guy on the shoulder. Jesse walks toward Brock Goodman, and very hesitantly stands behind him waiting for Brock to look up at him, and when Brock doesn’t, he begins speaking on his own.
Jesse: You know that you’re losing a lot of weight right?
Brock continues to just simply stare forward. He doesn’t acknowledge Jesse, or even really make any motion to signifies he knows Jesse is there.
Jesse: …You know that you still have to eat, or they might not keep you on television. I mean… You look sick dude… Come on, it's my birthday party tonight, come to the bar and celebrate a bit with us!
Again, no response, Brock just continues staring at the locker in front of him. Jesse Long looks toward the direction Brock is staring, and looks at Brock’s locker where the word “Murderer” is written in lipstick.
Jesse: Oh God damnit.
Daniel: Now that’s just cruel. Who the hell did that?
Jesse Long motions to the man he was speaking to behind the camera.
Jesse: Can you get a janitor in here?
Daniel: That’s disgusting…
Max: But who wrote it?
Daniel: We’ll be right back…
Amy White: Welcome back to Tuesday Night Turmoil everybody! Before I take you back to Daniel and Max, and you witness the falling apart of one of WPW’s tag teams called The Fallen, I am standing here with a new team who have recently won a shot at Royalty’s tag titles, David Nichols and Desmond Troy!
Desmond steps up clearing his throat.
Desmond: Ahem… It’s Desmond Troy and David Nichols. Don’t even try calling us D&D. I know my partner here may have the face of a dragon, but I assure you there is no dungeon inside of me.
Amy: That’s not what we’ve been hearing from Sunshine.
Desmond: Hey! Enough of that. I know you’re sarcastic but I don’t even want to start with you tonight, nor do I want to know what or who Sunshine is.
David Nichols steps up and takes the microphone, something Desmond doesn’t look instantly pleased about.
David: Look, the reason we asked for this interview time is this. Desmond and I were chatting, and we came to the decision about when we’d like to cash in the tag team title shot we’ve earned. Since The Judge was too busy to compete this week, and next week’s show supposedly isn’t convenient enough for Royalty, Desmond and I said to one another we want to do this thing right.
Desmond looks to David confused, then grabs the microphone from him.
Desmond: We did?
David looks to Desmond, and without a word snatches the microphone right back. The two stare tensely at each other for a moment before David Nicholls turns back to the camera.
David: We’re going to leave it up to Royalty to decide, but as part of a deal we worked up with Alicia earlier, every week they put the match off, we get to add a new stipulation. So once again, we want to challenge Royalty to put their belts on the line the first week they’re available on TNT. Maybe it’ll be a bit more convenient for you now, but if not, then maybe the week after will sound better. After all, your little buddy likes Hardcore matches so much the two of you are bound to as well. Or actually, by all means, put it off even another week after that, and watch as the hardcore match becomes two out of three falls.
Desmond smiles at the mention of that.
David: Or really guys, why not just put it off all the way until Hallowicked, that’ll give us enough time to tag a stipulation on every fall, and who knows, by that time maybe we can replace one Cassius with another and get Sophie in the match as well! Sound good? I didn’t think so.
David’s face becomes serious as he stares a hole into the camera.
David: We’ll be awaiting your answer next week Royalty. If you have the balls, we’ll just get this over with, and take your titles. Come on Desmond let’s go.
David walks off the side of the screen, but Desmond stays. Desmond looks at Amy, then grabs the microphone. He looks at her while he speaks.
Desmond: Those were all my ideas of course, I just thought it would sound better if I had the caveman say it.
Desmond hands the microphone back to Amy White, who shrugs, then looks to the camera.
Amy: Back to you guys…
Daniel: Sounds like Royalty has a choice to make!
Max: Meh, why should they be worried? If they’re smart, they’ll wait for that hardcore stipulation, then bring the Florida State Champion out with them to kick some ass three on two.
Daniel: This next match is tinged with some sadness for me. The falling out of the once promising tag team of The Fallen – Vengeance and Forsaken. Tonight, will Vengeance be forsaken or will Forsaken be revenged?
Max: Yes, Daniel. The seeds were sown a few weeks ago but the die was cast during a Hardcore title match at Reactivation. Vengeance and Forsaken swapped the title like a demented game of Top Trumps but both men came away empty handed like 2 eunuchs at a bukkake party.
Daniel: Way to mix your metaphors, Max.
Max: Thanks, Daniel.
Daniel: It wasn’t a compliment.
Max: I know. I’m on the twelve step program. You know. Step 4 – Resist the temptation to slap your smart-ass partner.
Daniel: I didn’t know you were an alcoholic, Max.
Max: I’m not. It’s an addiction to Skittles. I just can’t get enough of that fruity fruity fruity goodness.
Daniel: Oooh! Nasty one. Best of luck with that, Max.
Mina: This match is to be decided by one fall or submission and is between, weighing in at 255lbs and hailing from Japan, Asia, he is Vengeance!!!!
‘Stronger by Trust Company throbs through the hall and Vengeance makes his appearance, running down the ramp and jumping over the ropes. He rejects the hands offered in support, focused on winning the match against his long time friend. The song ends with Vengeance’s voice on the speakers ‘Forsaken will rest in peace’
Mina: His opponent, weighing in at 251 lbs and also hailing from Japan……..Forsaken!!!!
Forsaken’s music is ‘In the Shadows’ by the Rasmus. ‘Prepare to feel……the pain that I endured’ accompanies his entrance and he too is more measured and intense than usual in his walk to the ring. He acknowledges the crowd but omits his usual cartwheel, wary of any blindside attack by Vengeance.
Referee Todd Franklin calls them together as the Rasmus finish, and gives last minute instructions as the pair stare each other out. Franklin pulls his arm down between them and signals for the bell.
Ding Ding
Vengeance immediately bitch slaps Forsaken, who balls up a fist and draws it back, but does not go through with the punch. Instead, he jumps and hits Vengeance across the chest with a Spin Kick. Vengeance goes backwards and bounces off the ropes. Forsaken arm drags him to the ground but doesn’t follow up, instead rubbing his cheek where a red mark has formed after Vengeance’s slap.
Daniel: I think we see the way this match is likely to head already, Max.
Max: I hope it doesn’t head the same way as my chilli burrito and refried bean lunch.
Daniel: Down the crapper?
Max: No, back to the concession stand. We don’t have a camera there and this isn’t a falls count anywhere match.
Vengeance gets up quickly, picks Forsaken up and drives him against the turnbuckle before reigning down some legal punches. Forsaken takes a couple but blocks the next two before reversing positions and starting his own hail of punches on Vengeance as he is trapped in the corner.
Todd Franklin calls for the break as Vengeance drapes his arms over the ropes and Forsaken reluctantly backs away.
Vengeance quickly charges at Forsaken and takes him to the ropes with a Spear, forcing the breath out of his ex-partner. He completes the move with a German Suplex and places a knee in his back while twisting his right arm. Forsaken struggles for a few seconds, then uses his inner stillness to unbalance Vengeance and roll out of the position.
Daniel: How did he do that?
Max: Beats me, Daniel. Some sort of Zen move, maybe?
Both men spring to their feet before Forsaken unleashes the Tanshin Barrage, ending with a Flying Axekick. Vengeance knows enough of his former partner’s style to avoid most of the blows however, suffering only minor glances. As he sways back to avoid the axekick, he shakes his head as if to say ‘You’ll need to do better than that’
Daniel: These men know each other too well. It’s going to take something new for one man to overcome the other.
Max: Something new? You mean like a Clothesline……..from Hell?
Daniel: Em, no. That’s been done before, and exactly how is a Clothesline from Hell any different from a normal clothesline?
Max: Because it’s…………..from Hell.
Daniel: Well, that explains everything.
Vengeance goes for the ‘Repent’ move next but Forsaken easily turns this into a wrist lock before pressure can be applied.
Vengeance gets in a high Spinning Kick though and knocks Forsaken over the top rope to the outside, pulling referee Todd Franklin with him in an effort to maintain his balance. Franklin’s head unfortunately bangs off the ring apron, knocking him unconscious.
Daniel: You would think that in any reputable sporting event that, when this happens, the contest would be stopped and immediate medical attention given to the unfortunate referee.
Max: Franklin knew the risks when he stepped in that ring, Daniel. Why would we let the risk of serious brain injury prevent us from enjoying this thrilling bout?
Vengeance jumps down, landing an elbow on the top of Forsaken’s head as he does so, dazing him further. Seizing his advantage, he picks Forsaken up again in a headlock, then runs at the ring steps, releasing at the last second so that Forsaken’s forehead drives firmly against the sharp edge of the top step, instantly opening up a deep gash. Vengeance continues the punishment with a Leg Drop as Forsaken lies sprawled against the steps. He carefully examines his opponent, gauging the level of damage inflicted before rolling his opponent back into the ring.
Daniel: Forsaken bleeding heavily now after that interaction with the steps.
Max: Payback at last for Pearl Harbor.
Daniel: Max!! Pearl Harbor was over 60 years ago. I think Hiroshima was more than enough payback and Vengeance is Japanese raised too.
Max: Well……..Payback for my faulty Toyota then.
Back in the ring, Vengeance places his right hand behind the dazed Forsaken’s head then slams his left palm into his face.
Daniel: The Power!! The Power!!
Vengeance examines the blood left on his hand after this maneuver and wipes it contemptuously on Forsaken’s cloak, abandoned in the corner of the ring. He places Forsaken in a prayer position and goes behind the turnbuckle to pull Forsaken’s arms back in a Redeeming Pain submission move.
Daniel: Todd Franklin is still unconscious. We need another referee out here!
Forsaken yells in pain, seemingly submitting until Paul Turner runs out. He doesn’t call for the bell though, instead counting out Vengeance who is on the ring apron on the wrong side of the ropes. Vengeance releases in anger as the count reaches five and argues with referee Turner. Forsaken stumbles away to the opposite corner to recover as Vengeance gets back through the ropes. He and Turner continue their argument which allows Forsaken to come back at him with a Slingshot Suplex, bouncing Vengeance off the top rope then landing him in the centre of the ring.
Forsaken covers.
1…………Vengeance pushes him off then seems to slip in Forsaken’s blood as he gets back up. Forsaken arm drags him back to the mat and keeps on the arm bar as he tries to regain his strength.
Daniel: This can’t go on for much longer. Forsaken must have lost several pints of blood by now.
Max: I’m surprised that Sky Ryder isn’t out here for a free meal.
Daniel: Well, here come the paramedics to assist Todd Franklin backstage. I hope they brought some spare type O to top up Forsaken after this match.
Forsaken pulls Vengeance to his feet then grabs him in a chokehold, lets his eyes drift upwards, throws Vengeance up, puts his hand on the mat, crouches and kicks up at Vengeance.
Daniel: That’s Forsaken’s trademarked ‘Sorrow of the Outcast’ and is it enough to end this contest?
Forsaken covers….
1……………….2……………..No!!! Vengeance gets a shoulder up.
Forsaken flops back, seemingly having spent the last of his energy. Vengeance senses this and takes Forsaken back to the turnbuckle. He then throws him over his shoulder to the middle of the ring, makes the sign of the cross and suicide body slams into Forsaken. He remains on top and Turner counts.
1…………………2……………..Thr……….No!! Incredibly, Forsaken finds something left within and rolls away from the cover.
Vengeance seems incredulous, staring into the barely recognizable bloodied visage of Forsaken.
They pause, panting for a few seconds, each get up on one knee simultaneously, then finally charge at each other in a scrimmage line tackle. They use their opponents’ bodies to reach an upright position then swing forearms wildly at each other, barely connecting. Vengeance moves forward but Forsaken fells him with a drop toe hold. Vengeance’s throat crashes onto the top rope and he grabs onto the second rope to steady himself but Forsaken tips him over. Instead of hitting the ground though, Vengeance’s neck is caught between the two ropes and he dangles, his feet unable to touch the ground and take his weight.
Daniel: Oh, my God, he’ll choke to death if he stays in that position too long!!!
Forsaken stares at his brother for a few seconds then, realizing the situation, goes to help him out of his predicament. Paul Turner thinks that Forsaken is trying to inflict further damage though and pushes him out of the way before extricating Vengeance from the ropes. He calls for the bell and exchanges a few words with Mina.
Ding Ding.
Mina: The winner of this match, as his opponent is unable to continue……..Forsaken!!!!
Forsaken is too concerned with Vengeance to celebrate his victory and goes to check on his health. The mic picks up their exchange…..
Forsaken: Sorry, man…….it was an accident.
Vengeance (croaks) : Hey, it’s OK. These things happen. I’ve been fucking up too often these days anyway. Sorry for blaming you.
Suddenly, a new figure appears in the ring, picks Forsaken up in a Razor’s Edge and lands him hard, then goes to work on Vengeance with a chain wrapped round his knuckles. Vengeance is unable to defend himself and Paul Turner seems reluctant to get involved, fearing for his own safety. Vengeance crashes to the outside, landing heavily on an outstretched arm. The Royal Knight (for it is he!) kicks Forsaken to join Vengeance outside the ring then raises his arms in celebration but is met with a chorus of boos.
Daniel: That’s not right. Vengeance has been injured further. I think I saw his shoulder dislocate there, and Forsaken has lost too much blood to take the fight back to the Royal Knight. What right has he got to interfere in this match?
Max: Putting in a marker for his second round match against Forsaken in the Tournament of Champions, I guess, but he’s got his own match later tonight so it was maybe just to intimidate Parker and Scorch. Pretty impressive anyhow.
Daniel: Pretty disgusting, if you ask me, and I don’t care if he is Royalty. Well, Forsaken wins, but that wasn’t the important thing here tonight. Let's go somewhere else while the medics sort this out.
The cameras quickly go backstage where El Pollo Negro is walking toward the ring.
Daniel: Up next, we have the big black cock challenge.
Max: Don't go anywhere, who wants to miss a big black cock?
Max: Well what have you thought about the Tournament of Champions thus far Daniel?
Daniel: Honestly, I think the best first round matches are still to come...
"Chocolate Rain" blasted through the arena cutting off the announcers. El Pollo Negro comes out to thundeous boos from the crowd.
Daniel: And speaking of the ToC, this moron last week tried to steal a spot in the second round but Super Sexy Girl just made him look ridiculous.
Max: More ridiculous than being a guy in a giant chicken suit who now thinks he's black?
Daniel: Fair point.
Pollo hops into the ring and steals the mike away from Mina.
Pollo: Okay, I am sick and tired of this. I want to know who has been attacking me week in and week out. I want to know who is trying to keep the dark meat down, damn it!
"Overdose" by Hurt echoes through the arena as Darian Entreri steps out onto the stage.
Daniel: Darian? The newcomer who made his debut on Live? Is he the one attacking El Pollo?
Max: I don't know...maybe he thinks Pollo is like a golden calf or something.
Pollo: Who the cluck are you? I'm sure you cant be the person that has been assaulting me. The guy that has been taking me down every week has to be at least seven and a half feet tall and weighs like 450 easily.
Darian does not say a word as he slowly walks down the ramp dragging a long rope with him.
Max: Why does he have that rope?
Daniel: I believe it's a part of his religious upbringing somehow, but beyond that I'm not sure.
Pollo: What the hell are you doing you Jesus freak, get out of my ring.
Darian steps into the ring not saying a word and hangs the rope up on the turnbuckle.
Pollo: Aww look at the little rookie...you couldn't have been the guy that attacked me. I know!
You must be here for my Dry Meat Challenge aren't you? Yes! Surely that's it!
Pollo holds the mike up to Darian's face tapping the mike on Darian's head. Darian, however, remains unflinching, unmoving.
Pollo: Speak up boy, I can't hear you!
Awww I think I see what's going on here. We've got a little bit of stage fright here. You see these loud, powerful WPW fans are making you a bit nervous aren't you. And me talking in front of everyone here must be giving you some Cock envy isn't it?
Darian is jsut staring at El Pollo Negro as Pollo is actually starting to mock Darian with chicken noises.
Daniel: I don't think Pollo's got the right idea here.
Max: Oh come on look at this Darian, he doesn't look like he's fit to lace Pollo's boots.
Pollo then turns back right at Darian and stares him right in the face.
Pollo: You know maybe I got it all wrong. I figured out what the problem is, and it's just that you are a little chicken shit!
Darian then suddenly grabs the arm of El Pollo Negro and pulls it close to his face as Pollo seems to cringe in pain just from the grip of Darian.
Darian: I don't like your jokes.
Darian then spins Pollo around grabs him by his chicken neck and falls to the mat with his knees right in the small of the back of Pollo. Darian covers Pollo as the ref slides into the ring and counts.
1.............
Daniel: Wow, that was lightning fast!
Max: Penance is swift and sudden I guess in Pollo's case!
2.............
3............
The bell sounds as Darian gets back up to his feet. He grabs the rope from the turnbuckle and slowly exits the ring as Pollo is holding his back writhing in pain.
Daniel: Well it looks like Pollo has yet again run his mouth right into the ground.
Max: Don't you mean beak?
Daniel: It's all the same as these challenges really hae never turned out the way Pollo wanted them to.
Pollo gets back up and before he can even grab the microphone, the lights go out and Pollo can be heard clucking loudly. When the lights come back up Pollo is lying prone in the center of the ring once more.
Max: This is getting monotonous. Who is this mysterious chicken fucker upper?
Daniel: Should we get Officer Barbrady on the case?
Max: What?
Daniel: Never mind, let's just go to break.
The camera goes backstage where Royal Knight is slowly walking down the hallway. Ethan Frost quickly runs up to him and taps him on the shoulder.
Ethan: Royal Knight I-
Suddenly RK turns around and punches Ethan Frost directly between the eyes. Ethan falls to the ground below knocked out cold, and RK coldly just keeps on walking in the direction he was going as the camera man calls for help.
Daniel: What the hell?!
Max: Royal Knight doesn't look very happy tonight!
Daniel: No... Not at all Max. I wonder what's on his mind.
Max: Is that match coming up next?
Daniel: Not next, but soon. Up next... One man stays on WPW, and one man must go. A loser leaves WPW match... Next!!!
We are backstage. Amy White stands in front of the camera, the long catered table is behind her, a bunch of the WPW stars behind her working down the line getting big platters of food.
Amy: I heard she was back here in this area, keep your eyes peeled for her.
The camera swings around looking for someone. It stats to focus on a few people in the line. Brock getting a rack of lamb. JMC getting what mostly looks like a fruit plate in the shape of a crown.
Amy: There she is! Come on!
The camera swings back around to follow Amy. She rushes up to Amanda Rhyme, she cuts her off from the conversation she was having with one of the backstage people.
Amy: Amanda, we have been looking for you for two weeks, we want to get your thoughts on your boyfreind SiNN being injured the other week.
Amanda looks at Amy, then she looks around with almost worry in her eyes. She seems to make eye contact with someone and then nods a bit before putting on a forced smile.
Amy: Your thoughts?
Amanda: Its a tragic thing really. Wrestling was his life. It was the most important thing in his life really, nothing else ever really got his attention.....Including myself.
Amy: Wait, where you two having troubles?
Amanda: I wouldnt say that really.
Amanda frowns and gets a bit antsy.
Amanda: Listen Amy, I am not really comfortable talking about this right now. Im gonna go.
Amanda takes off as Amy tries to get her to stay, she hardly gets any words out before Amanda is through a door and gone. Amy starts talking under her breath as the camera goes back to looking at the food line. Twizted has a twizzler hanging from his mouth as he walks by, 2 is seen in line turning away from the camera. We cannot quite see whats on his plate, he gets out of the line and heads away.
Dan Murph has a seafood tray going on and just before the camera fades out we see El Pollo Negro standing in front of the chicken section giving everyone mean looks.
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the loser will be removed from the WPW roster!
“Ante Up” hits the speakers, and Johnny Bad Blood bursts out to a chorus of boos. He barely acknowledges the fans, and continues to the ring
Mina: Introducing first… Johnny Bad Blood!
Daniel: Ladies and gentlemen, this could be the very last match for Johnny Bad Blood
Max: I’m not sure. This may just be a clever way for Jokester to take time off for his campaign.
Daniel: Are you saying Jokester planned this to take time away?
Max: You’re right, the only way to take time off is to get in a coma
Daniel: Max…
Max: Right, too soon
A new techno version of “Hail to the Chief” plays over the speakers, and Jokester comes out. Jokester wildly shakes the hand of a small baby, smiling and yelling “Vote for Jokester!” Bad Blood, seeing all this, gets out of the ring, and knocks the distracted Jokester down with a clothesline
Daniel: Bad Blood with an assault!
Max: That’s not going to win JBB any votes
Daniel: Votes?
Max: The election? ‘Tard
JBB kicks at the chest of Jokester, digging his heels in deep. Bad Blood grabs Jokester by the hair, what little is left, and throws him into the ring. Bad Blood drops an elbow to the back of the neck as the match officially comes underway
Daniel: Bad Blood wants to hurt Jokester tonight, and send him out of the company for good
Max: Yep
Daniel: Nothing witty there?
Max: Nope
Bad Blood stands back up, and drops another elbow, but Jokester rolls out of the way just in time, sending Johnny Bad Blood hard into the mat. Jokester rolls on top for the cover
O… Kickout!
Daniel: Quick cover by Jokester
Max: A little too quick. Did he really think he could win after a little fall like that?
Daniel: Jeff Hardy did
Max: Whatever, like it counted
Jokester, letting his comedy go, hammers away at the head of Johnny Bad Blood. He grabs Bad Blood by the back of the head with his left hand, and fires shot after shot with a closed right fist. The referee tells Jokester to open up, so Jokester moves to forearm strikes
Daniel: I don’t see that same smile and laugh on Jokester tonight
Max: This one is personal. Jokester and Johnny have bad blood
Daniel: …Ok, that one doesn’t count
Jokester stands, dropping a knee to the face of Bad Blood. Johnny grabs at his head in pain. Jokester stands back up, and yells at JBB to stand up
Max: Jokester looking ready to strike
Johnny Bad Blood makes it to his feet, only to be met with two fingers up the nose. Jokester signals to the crowd, but Bad Blood interrupts with an elbow to the head. Jokester releases the hold, and is met with a standing DDT. Bad Blood crawls on top of Jokester for the cover
One…
T… Kickout!
Daniel: Good counter by Johnny Bad Blood
As Bad Blood moves off Jokester, he drags his foot, kicking Jokester in the teeth
Max: And even better sportsmanship
Jokester moves his tongue around his mouth, checking to see if his teeth are still aligned. Bad Blood grabs Jokester by the neck, and whips him into the ropes. Jokester charges back, but gets knocked down with a shoulder block from the bigger man. Bad Blood drops an elbow to the ribs, then makes the cover
One…
Tw… Kickout!
Daniel: Bad Blood seems to be favoring those elbow drops
Max: What better time to practice them. After this match, we’re never going to see Jokester again
Daniel: Now you don’t know that for certain
Max: You know, I’m going to sit back and reflect on the impressive career of the Jokester
This man came into WPW with a single dream, and one dream alone: To be the very best he could be. However, he quickly realized that he couldn’t be the best without a little help. And as we all know, everybody loves the Jokester. Everybody lined up to be tag team partners with him. And, like so many would-be Hollywood talents, they blew him and got nothing in return. Then came the phase with Tokester, but even then, Jokester stood out like the shining star he was. Before long, Jokester announced that he was running for the highest office in the land. And honestly, who wouldn’t vote for Jokester? This guy brought a smile on our faces for so many years now. Always a man you’re delighted to be around, he turned every struggle into an enjoyment. A man who obviously didn’t care about standards, which is why we loved him. This is the same man who spends his time with two of the “loveliest” ladies on our roster, and has injected everything from amphetamines to Xylopropamines, and everything in between. What I think I’m going to miss the most out of Jokester was how you never quite knew what to expect from him. He was always full of surprises, and twists, and turns, and all kinds of other crazy things. The Jokester truly was a legend. May the rest of his days only try to live up to how the world saw him, in WPW. Jokester, you shall be missed
Bad Blood and Jokester have been battling the entire time, and both men seem to be bleeding. Jokester and JBB have tied up, and look exhausted
Daniel: Way to go Max. We ended up missing most of the mach thanks to you
Jokester slips out from under the hold, and wretches the neck in a neckbreaker. JBB goes down hard. Jokester makes the cover
One…
Two…
Three… Kickout!
Daniel: Nice neckbreaker there from Jokester. Do you happen to have a speech prepared for Johnny Bad Blood?
Max: Let’s see… I was born, a poor black child…
Jokester applies a rest-hold style headlock. Both men seem out of breath. Johnny Bad Blood, getting his second win, stands up, taking Jokester along with him. Bad Blood picks up Jokester, and drives him back down to the mat back first. Jokester curls up in pain.
Max: Ha! Didn’t need my Bad Blood speech after all
Bad Blood picks up Jokester, and throws him over his shoulder. Bad Blood signals for the Blood Drive. Jokester slips out, and rolls Bad Blood up. Johnny kicks wildly
One…
Two…
Three…
Daniel: That’s it!
Mina: Here is your winner… The Jokester!
Johnny Bad Blood stands up irate. He can’t believe what has just happened. Jokester rolls out of the ring quickly, avoiding any further harm. Bad Blood grabs the mic
JBB: No, it’s not ending like this. I refuse to…
Johnny Bad Blood is cut off by the crowd
“Nah Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah Nah, Hey Hey Hey, GOODBYE!”
JBB: STOP IT!
The crowd gets even louder.
“NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!!!!!”
Johnny Bad Blood storms out of the ring, refusing to look back
Despite themselves a huge roar goes up from the crowd as Dust strolls through the WPW corridor for the first time in a while. The Peoples King is doning his old Peoples Republic of WPW t-shirt as well his wrestling tights.
Daniel: There is the face of a man some of us thought we would never see again in WPW. But Dust is back and tonight he is back in the Main Event.
Max: Look at those eyes Danny boy. He is nothing short of......
The crowd give us one of those brilliant collective, 'Oooohs.' Dust stops up as does the man standing directly infront of him, James Morriarty Cassius. JMCs eyes bulge briefly giving away his shock and seeming uncertainty. Dust remains focused, staring a hole through the man he once called his best friend. Stale mate, neither man moving. Finally Dust shakes his head and brushes his way past JMC, continueing down the hall. James lets out a breath and turns his head to watch his former friend and ally walk away.
Backstage Blade LaVigne is walking through the halls when he turns a corner and bumps straight into the feared one himself, El Pollo Negro. El Pollo Negro looks at Blade up and down, then sticks out his chest.
El Pollo: Going somewhere loser?
Blade looks El Pollo up and down.
Blade: Loser? I'm on a winning streak. You're the loser bitch!
Blade slaps El Pollo Negro across his feathered face, and suddenly the two begin fighting before the camera statics out.
Daniel: Eh, sorry we're back.
Max: What happened there?
Daniel: We had to cut away because absolutely no one cared.
Max: No one at all?
Daniel: Not one person Max.
Max: Poor El Pollo Negro...
The Royalty entrance theme hits and Cassius and Royal Knight saunter casually from the back to the ring, posing in spite of the boos from the crowd.
Mina:The Following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 410 lbs, the team of Royalty. One half of the tag team champions, James Moriarty Cassius and the current Florida Champion, Royal Knight.
Max: expect to see these two drive another nail into the coffin of Resistance here tonight with an easy victory.
Daniel: I’m sure Parker and Scorch might have something to say about that.
Max: Well, did you see the message Royal Knight sent earlier tonight? He decimated a tag team all by himself. Imagine what he’s going to do with a partner!
Daniel: We’re about to find out, here comes Parker and Scorch.
Parker and Scorch’s music cuts one into the other as both men make their way out onto the stage and run down opposite sides of the ramp slapping hands before sliding into the ring under the bottom ropes. As Royalty look on from their corner, Parker and Scorch stand on the opposite turnbuckles and pose for the crowd.
Mina: their opponents, at a combined weight of 450lbs, Jamie Parker and the WPW heavyweight Champion. Scorch.
Max: Did you see the look on Parker’s face when he was announced without a title?
Daniel: No, I can’t say I did.
As Parker and Scorch finish posing for the fans, Parker nods to Scorch to give him the go ahead to start things off, with Cassius assuming the responsibility for Royalty. From his corner, Royal Knight holds up his newly won Florida title at Parker, but Parker doesn’t rise to the bait and simply nods his head at him. The referee calls Cassius and Scorch together in the centre of the ring and lays down a few ground rules.
Max: I never thought I’d say this, but Parker has become a chicken.
Daniel: How do you figure that one?
Max: Well, first he was too scared to join Royalty because he knew he would only ever be a second rate player among such company, then he backed off from starting off against Cassius, now he’s letting Royal Knight humiliate him in front of all these people and all he can do is nod his head in acceptance of his inferiority.
Daniel: Well, I happen to know that Parker is cashing in his rematch clause next week, not exactly the sign of a man running scared.
Max: Then why did he wait a week? It was cos Royal Knight brutalised him so badly last week that he could hardly stand.
A loud slap from JMC indicates the start of the action in the ring. Scorch stands transfixed, staring down his opponent, before wiping at the side of his mouth to check for blood. With a flurry, Scorch charges JMC and takes him to the mat, laying into him with rights and lefts before the ref pulls him clear.
Daniel: So much for JMC proclaiming that charging in doesn’t work.
Max: Well, JMC has got Scorch riled up with a simple slap. He wants to get Scorch emotions running wild, then all it will take is one simple move and Cassius will do what he does best and put his opponent away.
JMC gets back to his feet with a smirk across his face. JMC motions for a lock up, and Scorch moves in again, only to get met with another slap to the face. Scorch takes a step backwards and takes a few deep breaths to control himself, while a cocky JMC moves to the ropes and rests against them. Scorch advances towards JMC, and JMC reaches out and tags in Royal Knight, stepping to the outside with his smirk still in place. Scorch’s stare burns right through him, allowing Royal Knight to slip in unsighted. Royal Knight approaches from behind and spins Scorch round, but Scorch blocks the fist that was coming towards his face. Scorch unleashes a right hand of his won, then whips Royal Knight across the ring before running across the ring after him and sending him hurtling over his raised knee as he rebounds off the ropes. Scorch drops to one knee and locks in a rear naked choke on the fallen Royalty member, and reaches backwards over his shoulder to tag in Jamie Parker. Parker comes in over the top rope and instantly picks up where Scorch left off. Knight tries to fight out, but Parker has the hold well held, until Knight swings an elbow back and connects with Parker’s head. Parker is stunned just enough for Royal Knight to sufficiently break the hold and get to his feet. He’s up just a second before Parker and uses the brief advantage to deliver a kick to Parker’s gut, following up with a well executed DDT. Knight taunts Parker as he gets to his feet. With Parker vertical and shrugging off the cobwebs, Knight walks across the ring and tags in Cassius.
Max: Good team work here by Royalty, always bringing the fresher man in at the earliest opportunity.
Daniel: Not only that, but it prevents Scorch and Parker from getting any real momentum going. Evidently, Cassius and Judge have been schooling Knight in tag team wrestling as well as singles competition.
Royal Knight’s grin as he looks across the ring at Parker is matched only by the one on Cassius’ face as he steps into the ring with a frustrated Parker. Parker stares at Cassius as he manoeuvres his way towards the centre of the ring, then steps across to meet him. Parker signals for a test of strength, and Cassius agrees but this time it is he who takes a slap to the mouth. Parker doesn’t give Cassius time to dwell on it as he grabs Cassius in a waist lock and grapples for position. Finally, he gets Cassius lifted up and over with a suplex and follows up with a knee drop to the gut. Parker lifts his opponent to his feet and locks in a bear hug from behind. Cassius trashes around looking for an escape, but none seems immediately fore coming. Cassius tries to lean his weight backwards to destabilise Parker, but Parker stays on his feet and keeps the hold locked on. Cassius reaches backwards and wraps his arm around Parker’s head, getting a side headlock in place, and now both men have holds locked in. With the referee facing away from him, Royal Knight slides into the ring, as does Scorch from the other side, but Scorch has the disadvantage of being directly in front of the ref, who comes across to hustle him to the outside, allowing Royal Knight to deliver a kick to the lower back to Parker. With Parker’s grip released, Cassius keeps the side headlock in place before running a few steps forwards and nailing a bulldog.
Daniel: No surprises to see Royalty use less than permitted tactics to regain the advantage.
Max: Do we have to do this every week?
Daniel: Do what?
Max: this part where you question the tactics of someone and I come out and defend it. It’s getting a bit tiresome after nearly a year.
Daniel: Fair point!
Cassius saunters over to his corner, but gets charged from behind by parker before he can make the tag. Royal Knight motions as if to enter the ring, but Parker punches him off the apron to the mat below. Parker turns his attention back to Cassius and picks him up by the hair before delivering a short arm clothesline. Parker again takes Cassius to his feet and backs him towards his team’s corner with alternating chops and punches. Parker lifts Cassius up onto the top turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. Parker looks for a superplex, but Cassius struggles sufficiently to stop him. Cassius pushes Parker and Parker goes to the mat, but lands on his feet. Before Parker can resume his attack, Cassius knocks Scorch from the apron. As Parker manoeuvres back towards the ropes, Cassius comes off the top and hits The Scottish Play (molly go round). Cassius grabs a handful of Parker’s tights and rolls him up.
One
Two
Three!
Daniel: what the hell? Cassius just won this with the first pin effort of the match.
Max: Like Cassius said, all he needed was the briefest of distractions to pull out a win. Once again, James has been true to his word!
Mina: The winners of this match, Royal Knight and James Moriarty Cassius!
Daniel: I don’t believe it, this has to be one of the most unpredictable endings to a match we’ve had in WPW.
Max: How can you say that when I predicted it at the beginning of the match?
The scene opens up backstage in one of the staging rooms. The door opens and in walks Justin Dreamer he is pissed off as he throws his bag at the wall and begins to pace around. Justin then looks around and goes to leave the staging room when the lights go out. Justin looks around and then a loud CRRRASSSHHHH is heard as the door flies open. There is a shadow in the door and Dreamer knows who it is and runs at the figure in the door but when he gets close to the figure a chair comes out of nowhere and smashes upon his head. Dreamer falls to the floor instantly as Martin Cameron hits Dreamer once again.
Cameron picks Dreamer up and launches him onto a table across the hallway. Dreamer skids across the table and lands on the floor on the other side near a wall. Cameron walks over to Dreamer and launches the table aside as he holds a chair in his other hand. Cameron then uses the chair to choke Dreamer as he yells at him. Dreamer tries to get free but as it looks like he is about to Cameron lays a hit across Dreamers head heard across the world..
WWWHHHHAAAACKKKKKK!
Dreamer is busted wide open as he falls face first to the cement floor. Martin throws the chair aside and begins to laugh as he leaves Dreamer bleeding from his open gash on the floor.
Max: What a night of action we have enjoyed so far tonight. I still do not believe Jokester did that to those hens.
Daniel: I am not sure the fans saw that, but suffice to say, El Pollo Negro is going to be very upset.
Max: You think we could have an angry cock on our hands?
Daniel: Possibly, but right now it is time for our huge main event as Nick Comoroto looks to advance to the next round of the Tournament of Champions 2007 as he battles a mystery opponent.
Max: I give the edge to the mystery man as he is so good, he does not even need to tell people his name. Listen to this crowd, they love the triple question mark of the left side of the bracket.
Daniel: We do not have to wait much longer to find out who the mystery man is.
“Blow Me Away” hits the arena to mixed chants from the crowd. Nick slowly steps out in his wrestling warmup of a red baggy jacket and pants with the hood up. Nick walks to the middle of the stage and turns so his back is facing the crowd. He drops to his knees and Nick raises his hands into the air. The beat goes hard, the arena goes black and a strobe light goes over Nick. The fans boo loudly as Nick gets to his feet and walks down to the ring, the strobe light stays over him the whole time. He steps up on the stairs and walks to the ring. A few less than flattering chants are heard as he steps up on the apron and looks towards the crowd. He gets into the ring and drops to his knees and raises his arms again. He quickly gets to his feet and takes his jacket and pants off to show his wrestling attire. He folds up his warmup and drops it out of the ring as the arena lights back up.
The fans grow quiet as they wait for the music of the opponent. The lights dim to a low light and as soon as the first chord of “Dust ‘N Bones” hits, the fans erupt. After 13 seconds the song picks in up full throttle and pyro erupts on the stage. The Peoples King steps through the curtains with his hands raised at his sides. He wears ring gear a no-sleeve zip up hoody to match his gear. 'My Republic' is written on the back of the hoody and Dust has the hood up. Dust stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd with an arrogant smile. Dust pulls the hood down and pyro erupts from behind. He makes his down to the ring, avoiding outstretched hands on his way and talking trash all the time. Dust slides in under the bottom and hits the nearest turnbuckle. He unzips the hoody, drops it to the outside and raises his hands at his sides again as pyro(similar to Orton at One Night Stand) comes from the ceiling.
Daniel: I cannot believe this, Dust has returned to WPW!
Max: Nick Comoroto does not look impressed in the ring right now. He seems ready to make Dusts’ return a short one.
Daniel: I would not be betting on that. Listen to this crowd, they are loving the return of their hero, of the People’s King.
Max: Please, he will soon be known as nothing more than the first victim on the Increditour 2007.
Daniel: Can you believe this crowd, you cannot even hear Mina announcing the combatants!
With the crowd chanting “Dust!” and “Welcome Back!” Nick Comoroto looks to be bored and seems as though he is starting to become upset. He goes to attack Dust, but the referee keeps him away. Dust soaks in the reaction with a bit of an amused smirk on his face as he notices a few shouts of “People’s King” being said in his direction. Dust starts to hop back and forth, waiting for the bell. Comoroto turns and walks out of the ring and turns his back to Dust. The fans begin to chant “coward” at him but Comoroto ignores them until he cannot take any more and shouts at some people at ringside before he begins to head up the ramp. He starts to walk away as Dust asks for the referee to begin a ten count, but he explains that the match has not yet begun.
Daniel: What a coward this Comoroto is.
Max: He is a smart man, this is clearly a ploy.
Daniel: He is a baby, pitching a fit because these fans are happier to see Dust then they are to see him.
The fans begin to boo loudly as Comoroto gets closer to the top of the stage. Suddenly an awkward pop erupts as Comoroto’s path to the back is blocked by a trio of men and one lady. Stephanie O’Donnell, WPW Florida State Champion, Royal Knight, and WPW Tag Team Champions The Judge and James Moriarty Cassius motion for Comoroto to get into the ring. James mouths the words “you’re welcome” in the direction of Dust, who looks ready to attack his former running mates. Comoroto reenters the ring and bell sounds, but Dust is still focused on Royalty. Comoroto immediately hits him with a chop block and gets up and starts kicking and stomping the left knee of Dust.
Daniel: I am not sure what to make of that. Royalty just looked like they were helping their former running mate, but then Comoroto was able to use the distraction to get the edge.
Max: Incredible always did sound like it could be a Royal title.
Daniel: You do not think Nick Comoroto…
Max: Royalty is still short one member…
Comoroto applies a leg lock, twisting away on the knee of Dust. He yells “where is your king now!” to the dismay of the fans in attendance. Dust reaches over and grabs the robe before too much damage can be done by the hold. Comoroto breaks the hold rather quickly but then gives a stiff boot to the knee. He picks up Dust off the ground and grabs under his leg and lifts him up. Comoroto slams Dust’s leg down over his knee and picks him back up and does it again before finishing off the trifecta. He lets Dust go and runs off the ropes and he hobbles, trying to stay on his feet. Comoroto stops before making impact and claps the ears of Dust, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the mat. Comoroto does not go for a cover instead climbing the second rope to point back at Dust and taunt the fans.
Max: Comoroto is looking incredible, but are fans do not appreciate his skills.
Daniel: He is a lying, cheating scum. I do have to admit I am surprised by how Dust has struggled so far, looks like he has a bit of ring rust.
Max: You are just full of excuses for your precious hero.
The confidence begins to grow in Comoroto as he turns around to see Dust struggling to get up to his feet. Comoroto waits for him to get up and immediately shoots in with a double leg take down as Dust spins before hitting the mat, trying to stop the fall with his hands. Comoroto grabs his legs again and pulls back on Dust in a Boston Crab, causing Dust to write in anguish. Dust tries to reach for the ropes but he is too far. The referee asks if he wants to give up but instead of answering he tries to roll over to no avail. He finally gives his refusal to give in and starts to crawl to the ropes, dragging Comoroto with him. As he gets close, Comoroto breaks the hold and gets up and walks over to the ropes. He waits for Dust to get to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Comoroto leans on the ropes where he is standing an shoots out of the corner hitting a big clothesline causing Dust to fall to the mat, his leg twisting awkwardly beneath him.
Daniel: I think Dust might be hurt badly.
Max: Such a shame, I know Nick wanted to win this one cleanly.
The referee tells Comoroto to back off as Dust is grabbing his leg. Comoroto starts to back up but before he does, he kicks the knee once more then throws his hands up as the official screams at him before leaning down to check on Dust. The referee signals for help, as more officials flood out from the back along with a few trainers and a doctor. The group enters the ring and doctor asks for some space to check on Dust. He tries to bend the wrestler’s leg but Dust tells him to stop. The fans begin to boo loudly as the referee of the match seems concerned, looking over at the time keeper ready to call the match off. He turns around to see the others helping get Dust out of the ring and turns to end the match but stops when he hears a thumb. He turns to see Dust fallen to the floor on the outside and Comoroto taunting him leaning down from the ropes. Comoroto raises his hands in victory but the referee signals to the timekeeper that he is not calling off the match. Comoroto looks irate as the fans pop loudly.
Daniel: Nick tried to take a short cut in this match, and the referee is having none of it.
Max: The Incredible one is being screwed. He should be advancing to the next round already.
Comoroto rolls out of the ring and starts to stomp away on Dust, not letting him get to his feet. He pulls up Dust and drives him back first into the edge of the ring apron. He then spins him around and whips him into the barricade causing him to hit ribs first and hang over into the crowd. The fans back up as Comoroto gets on the ring apron and leaps off cracking Dust over the back with a double axe handle. He grabs Dust yet again and picks him back up, running with him into the edge of the ring. Dust hits hard and yells out as his back hits the ring’s edge. Comoroto then let’s go of him but quickly grabs him and whips him into the ring steps, Dust’s knee connects with the steel, dislodging the top step from the corner, and causing him to collapse to the floor.
Daniel: What a disgusting move that was. Nick Comoroto is a sick and twisted young man.
Max: I am so tired of your whining and your bitching.
Comoroto picks Dust up again and rolls him into the ring. He follows up right behind him and goes for the cover…
One…
Daniel: It looks like this is the end for Dust. He put up a good fight.
Two…
Max: I am just glad to see you accepting the fact that Nick Comoroto is the better and greater man.
Three…Dust gets a foot on the ropes as the fans explode.
Daniel: It looks like we spoke too soon.
Max: Last time I tried that, I had to get her a towel.
Daniel: That made no sense at all, Max.
Comoroto screams at the referee for counting too slow. He shrugs off the referee’s explanation and turns out, but is quickly on the mat following a hard right hand from Dust. The fans get louder as Dust motions for Comoroto to get then knocks him back down with another right. Comoroto falls again and gets back up being hit once more with a stiff punch, but this time he only stumbles back. Dust fires away with more rights, sending Comoroto into the corner. Dust picks him up and sets him up on the top rope.
Max: This is a sickening move here by Dust. Somebody needs to stop this man.
Daniel: You have got to be joking, you are such a tool.
Max: I want to be a hammer, so I can nail the ladies all night long, and give them contusions.
Dust climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and hooks on a headlock. Comoroto fires away on him with rights to the ribs causing him to break the hold. Dust staggers before catching himself and hitting Comoroto in the head with a few rights. He tries to rehook the headlock, but Comoroto fights it off again, this time Dust falls off the top rope and bounces off the mat. He gets up quickly as Comoroto stands up and Dust hits the ropes, crotching Comoroto. He runs back up the ropes and locks in a front facelock and finally takes Comoroto down with a big superplex shaking the mat and causing the sound to echo through the cheers in the arena. Dust rolls over and hooks the leg…
One…
Daniel: Dust could have the match right here after that huge superplex!
Two…
Thr…no Comoroto gets his shoulder up.
Max: Perhaps he could have won, if that superplex had been Incredible, oh, yeah I said it.
Dust gets back up to his feet, still limping but full of energy as he motions for the crowd to get louder which they do. He picks up Comoroto and hits a scoop slam, then signals to the top rope. Dust hobbles over and slowly climbs up the turnbuckle. He stops with each stop, grimacing in pain as the crowd chant “Dust!” He looks down at the still fallen Comoroto and signals for the end. He gets ready to jump but before he can he sees The Judge and Royal Knight standing at the top of the stage once more. He turns his attention to them as they tell him to focus on the match. He turns back around and gets taken off the top rope by a huge hurricanrana, Dust hits the mat hard, his left foot hitting first. Comoroto turns over and crawls onto Dust, hooking the leg to make the cover…
Daniel: No, not like this, not this way.
One…
Max: What are you whining about now?
Two…
Daniel: Dust may have been ready to close this match out, when Royalty had to come out and distract him.
Three!!!
Max: A distraction that has Nick Comoroto advancing in the Tournament of Champions.
Mina: Here is your winner by pinfall and advancing to the second round of the Tournament of Champions, “The Incredible” Nick Comoroto.
Daniel: The Judge and Royal Knight have just cost their former running mate Dust his opening match in the Tournament of Champions and he is irate.
Max: Too bad for him, Royalty has all the gold.
Daniel: What are you talking about, Max? Martin Cameron is the God of Live, 2 is the Hardcore Champion, and Scorch is the WPW Champion, none of them are in Royalty. Scorch leads the Resistance against Royalty.
Max: None of those men or titles are important. All the meaningful gold is in the hands of Royalty. Royalty…Yay!!!!!
Daniel: Hold on a second there Max, I am just getting word of something.
Max: What is it, Daniel? We only have a few seconds left before the Shoe Tree Building Weekly show comes on.
Daniel: It turns out one of the members of the WPW locker room has tested positive for pubic lice. Who has some extra little friends crawling around their special area, tune in next week to find out! For Max Stockton, this is Daniel Justice, goodnight!
Credits
Match Graphics
Artist: Mr. Hendrickson
Backstage Segments
Writers: The Judge, AFS, Peoples King, Mr. Hendrickson
The Judge vs. Gunnar Brian
Writer: Mr. Hendrickson
Vengeance vs. Forsaken
Writer: Legendaryken
El Pollo Open Challenge
Writer: Mike Adams
Jokester vs. JBB
Writer: HBK619
Royal Knight & JMC vs. Scorch & Jamie Parker
Writer: Duff
Nick Comoroto vs. Dust
Writer: Scorch
Johnny: Tonight… Jokester… Tonight you die…
Daniel: What the hell? Was that a threat on a presidential candidate?
Max: I think so Danny!
The TNT opening video airs, and after a few moments of WPW highlights, “holy shit” spots, and a few random shots of Jesse Long, fireworks begin to blare through the arena and the fans go wild.
Daniel: Welcome everybody to Tuesday Night Turmoil! I’m Daniel Justice and sitting beside me is my broadcast partner Max Stockton, and tonight the Tournament continues!
Max: That’s right. We finally get to find out who one of those damn question marks is tonight when Nick Comoroto takes on our mystery man.
Daniel: Or woman!
Max: Eh. Yeah. Or woman in the main event.
Daniel: And also tonight, after being screwed by the boss out of not one, but both of his championships, Jamie Parker gets a chance to team with the WPW Heavyweight Champion Scorch to take on two of the men who hold the gold Parker had not more than a month ago.
Max: Well hey, I like Jamie Parker, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t matter what Carlos said or did last week. He may have ruined Parker’s plans to get himself disqualified, but maybe it just wasn’t a very good plan in the first place.
Daniel: Maybe not, but regardless, I’ve been informed by Alicia Gonzalez that next week on TNT there will be a rematch between Royal Knight and Jamie Parker for the Florida State Championship, so the war’s not over!
Max: No it’s not, and this week they’ll both have the chance to soften one another up. Scorch ain’t that bad of a partner.
Daniel: Nah. Not really THAT bad right?
Max: Pretty decent. Not Jason Bennett level or anything, but ya know, one’s in a coma, one’s not.
Daniel: I kind of assumed Scorch might have been in one as well since we didn’t see him last week.
Max: Nah. That was just affirmative action holding a brotha’ down.
Daniel: Scorch is white.
Max: Shit, he is? No wonder people always look at me strange when I say that about his career.
Daniel: I’m completely convinced you don’t watch even a full minute of the action in the ring per TNT Max.
Max: Yeah, well, I guess I should fit right in with the rest of the roster then right?
Daniel: I’d imagine, since anyone who actually listens to this will respond to TNT by simply saying the four words: Mexican Alligator Ball Sack, earning themselves 5 WPW store points if they do it within 24 hours, and the rest of us will all laugh as soon as someone is completely clueless.
Max: Which will probably be Dan.
Daniel: Probally.
Max: Well if that’s not a cheap plug to get people to listen to your voice I don’t know what is Daniel.
Daniel: I should be ashamed of myself.
Max: Go Seahawks!
Mina Henderson: The following match is a Round Round One Tournament of Champions competition and its scheduled for one fall, introducing first from across the pond in Manchester, England weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds being accompanied by Lilith, he is none other than, Gunnar BRIAN!
The lights fade and the music begins to play, Gunnar walks out as he looks towards the sky. He pauses for a moment as he holds his hands out. He then looks down at the floor as the lights come back on before wrapping his arms around himself. He slides his hands down his arms as he slowly walks down to the ring before slowly climbing up the steps. He turns around as he climbs the last step looking around before climbing into the ring. He wraps his arms around himself in the corner awaiting The Judge's entrance. The lights in the arena slowly darken as the piano for "Forgive Me" begins to play.
Mina Henderson: And his opponent in this Tournament of Champions,from the city of Angels, Los Angeles, California weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds, he is one half of the current WPW Tag Team Champions and a member of the Royalty ... The JUDGE!
Overhead shots of Los Angeles at night are shown on the titontron as the piano tune continues to play before the titontron turns into a huge 12:00 and a voice cuts in over the music saying "Forgive Me...". A yellow spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as The Judge appears at the top of the ramp with is WPW Tag Team Championship on his shoulder. He pauses for a second before walking down the ramp toward the ring. The fans boo him as he uses the steps to get onto the apron. He peers across the ring at Gunnar Brian who has exited the ring. The Judge enters and moves to the middle of the ring where he stands until his music fades.
The referee asks for the bell as The Judge and Gunnar Brian stare at each other. Then Judge runs at Gunnar and knocks him to the mat with a quick clothesline. Gunnar looks up at him shocked and gets back to his feet and runs at Judge but Judge delivers a drop toe hold to him followed by a quick drop elbow to the back of Gunnar's head. Judge gets back to his feet and smiles as Gunnar gets to his feet slower than the last time. Gunnar shakes it off and walks over to Judge and punches him. Judge leans back and rubs his jaw and then lays into Gunnar with a hook of his own. Then the fight is on as both men share a variety of punches to each other, neither man giving into the other.
Daniel: Both men are fighting for position early in this match, neither wanting to give the edge to the other wrestler.
Max: The Edge, isn't that a member of the band U2?
Daniel: Yeah, wait what?
Max: Want me to explain it to you in terms maybe even you can understand?
Daniel: Pay attention to the match Max.
Gunnar starts showing some wear as his throws are getting weaker and weaker but as Judge is about to deliver the deciding blow Gunnar delivers a short arm clothesline to Judge sending him to the mat. Gunnar looks a little woozy as he goes to pick Judge up but Judge yanks him down sending him head first into the bottom turnbuckle. Judge then gets back to his feet and soccer kicks Gunnar for good measure as the referee pushes him away. Judge looks at the referee and pushes him aside as he picks Gunnar up by his hair and slams his head into the top turnbuckle this time, repeatedly. The referee tries to pull Judge away but Judge keeps his ground slamming Gunnar’s head into the turnbuckle. Finally the referee pulls Judge away and Gunnar slides down hitting the mat leaning into the bottom rope looking starry eyed and up at the ceiling.
Max: Looks like Gunnar is trying to reinact the scene between Royal Knight and Super Sexy Girl.
Daniel: Whats that suppose to mean?
Max: You know when SSG bitch slapped the taste out of Royal Knight's mouth, he wasn't seeing anything more than stars after that.
Judge smiles as he sees Gunnar try to pull himself back up but can't. Judge then walks over to him to pick him up but Gunnar fends him off with a kick to the stomach. This pisses Judge off as he backs up and then runs at Gunnar with a dropkick to the face. Gunnar is out, well almost. Judge then takes Gunnar by his legs and pulls him away from the ropes and covers him not hooking the leg. The referee goes down for the count.
1...
2...
No! Gunnar kicks out with force right as the referee's hand is about to go down for the three count.
Daniel: Near fall by The Judge. He is looking rather impressive here tonight.
Max: Must be the anabolic steroids he takes backstage.
Daniel: Don't start that shit again Max.
Judge gets back to his feet and picks Gunnar up and launches him into the ropes. Judge leap frogs Gunnar on his return but Gunnar puts on the breaks and as Judge turns around Gunnar delivers a stiff kick to his stomach which is followed by a DDT. Gunnar drops to one knee as that took a lot out of him. Gunnar gets back to his feet but is brought down as Judge delivers a leg sweep. Judge then kips back up to his feet and delivers a leg drop onto Gunnar out of the blue and the fans erupt. Judge gets back to his feet and runs at the ropes leaps onto the top rope and goes for a lionsault but Gunnar gets his knees up and Judge hits them hard, and then hits the mat. Gunnar pushes Judge off of him and moves away using the nearby ropes as support and he picks himself up still in a daze.
Max: Look Gunnar is showing some gusto, too bad he isn't Italian.
Daniel: What the hell? Gusto? Italian? Are you on something today Max?
Max: Yeah, Your mom.
Judge holds his ribs as he slowly gets to one knee but Gunnar unleashes the shining wizard on Judge knocking him back to the mat. The fans start too boo Gunnar as he gets back to his feet with a smile on his face. Gunnar then slides Judge away from the ropes and goes for a cover himself. The referee goes down for the count..
1...
2....
NO! This time Judge kicks out with force which sends Gunnar away from him. Gunnar gets back to his feet and picks Judge up and throws him into the corner and runs at him with a splash which Judge side steps sending Gunnar's face into the turnbuckle. Gunnar stumbles back and Judge dropkicks him back into the ropes. Gunnar drapes on the ropes as Judge runs at him and spears him in the lower back. Gunnar falters and falls to the mat to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Daniel: The Judge is back on the offensive now.
Max: Really? I couldn't see that conisdering Gunnar is bent over like SSG in the backstage locker room.
Daniel: Leave SSG alone, what has she done to you?
Max: The better answer would've been what hasn't she done to me.
Judge picks Gunnar up and launches him into the ropes, Gunnar returns and Judge hits him with a spinebuster slamming him to the mat. Judge doesn't waste any time as he goes in for the cover. The referee then counts.
1...
2...
No Gunnar kicks out as the referee's hand was about to come down with the three count.
Daniel: Yet another near fall by The Judge.
Judge looks at the referee and says it was a three count but the referee tells him it was only a two count. Judge shakes his head at the referee and gets back to his feet. Judge walks away from Gunnar allowing him time to stir. Judge then waits for his prey to start moving some more and Judge doesn't have to wait long as Gunnar pulls himself closer to the ropes. Gunnar then begins to pull himself up on the ropes and Judge runs at him but Gunnar outsmarts him as he pulls down on the top rope and as Judge flies over it and hits the floor on the outside of the ring you can see the smile on Gunnar's face. The crowd Ooooo's as the thud is echo'd throughout the arena from Judge's fall from grace.
Max: And there goes what remains of The Judge's chances to win this match.
Daniel: You're counting The Judge out too soon here Max.
Max: No I call it like I see it.
Judge grabs his ribs as he writhes in pain on the outside of the ring. Meanwhile inside the ring Gunnar gets to his feet and looks down on Judge with a smile on his face, which turns into a laugh .. evil laugh. Judge then begins to move which makes Gunnar mad as he runs and bounces off the far rope, returns springboards and leaps off hitting the rising Judge with a Springboard Corkscrew Senton which slams him back down to the floor and that’s when the referee begins his count.
... 1
Gunnar slowly gets back to his feet and begins to kick Judge in the ribs as he is one again in pain from being hit with the senton.
... 2
Gunnar tries to pick Judge up but Judge jabs his thumb into Gunnar's eyes. Gunnar backs away from Judge.
... 3
Judge slowly gets back to his feet as he is attacked form behind from Gunnar. Judge fends him off with a few back elbow's and then a spinning heel kick which sends Gunnar back into the apron.
... 4
Judge then delivers another kick to Gunnar and throws him back into the ring breaking the count. Judge then slides back into the ring but doesn't get up to his feet fast enough as Gunnar attacks him again with a double axehandle smash to the back of his head. Gunnar gets to his feet to another chorus of boos and takes Judge by the back of his head, by his hair, and picks him up. Gunnar pulls back on Judge's head and delivers a reverse DDT to him slamming him to the mat. Gunnar then pulls Judge away from the ropes using his arms and then covers him. The referee goes to count ..
1...
2... And..... NO! The Judge kicks out. Gunnar gets to his knees and looks down on Judge and begins to slam his head onto the mat like mad man. The referee stops this quickly pulls Gunnar away from Judge. Gunnar gets to his feet and pushes the referee to the mat and then begins another assault on Judge. The Judge tries to get away from Gunnar but can't as Gunnar stays on top of him like white on rice.
Daniel: Gunnar is showing his aggresive side here tonight, not letting the WPW Tag Team Champion up.
Max: Wouldn't you be aggressive too if you had all that built up sexual frustration?
Daniel: Again Max pay attention to the match.
Max: Release Gunnar RELEASE!
Daniel: I'm definately not drunk enough for this.
The referee finally gets back to his feet and this time pulls Gunnar away and warns him and Gunnar arrogantly backs away with a cocky smile on his face. Judge looks up at Gunnar with a smirk on his face as he gets back to his feet. Judge stares at Gunnar not letting him out of his site what so ever. Gunnar is fumed as he runs at Judge but Judge side steps and grabs Gunnar by the back of the head and throws him into the top turnbuckle, Gunnar slams onto the turnbuckle and then right into a move not normally done by Judge a crucifix which leads into a crucifix powerbomb. Judge holds the move for a pinfall and the referee counts..
1...
2..
... NO!! Once again Gunnar has defied all odds and kicked out.
Max: Another near fall by the man known as The Judge.. I wonder if he met Judge Dread.
Daniel: Judge Dread was a movie and was played by Sly.
Max: Doubt that but anyways.
Judge shakes his head as he picks Gunnar up but he is rolled up and Gunnar goes for a quick pinfall but before the referee can count Judge kicks out. Judge then gets back to his feet picks Gunnar up irish whips him off the ropes, Gunnar returns ducks a clothesline, bounces off the far ropes and returns into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker from Judge. Judge follows it up by running at the ropes and then returning with a powerful clothesline knocking the wind out of Gunnar, Gunnar then drops to the mat. Instead of going for a pin this time Judge gets to his feet picks Gunnar up and goes for the and then nails the ‘Judgement DDT’ laying Gunnar out on the mat for good.
Daniel: The Judgement DDT, this has to be over right here, you can't get up from that!
Max: Megatron could.
Daniel: Who?
Max: Calvin Johnson.
Daniel: What the hell does football have to do with this match?
Max: What does anything have to do with this match?
The referee begins his count once again ...
1...
2...
2 1/2....
...NO!!!!!
Judge shakes his head telling the referee that it was a three count. The referee tells him no once again and The Judge has had enough as he then locks in the ‘Fade to Black’ (Dragon Sleeper). Gunnar tries to get out of the move but The Judge’s grip is too powerful and Gunnar then taps out.
[Bell Sounds]
Mina: Here is your winner by submission and moving on in the Tournament of Champions, The Judge!
Daniel: And this match is over!
Max: Really? SOMEONE ALERT THE PRESS THIS MATCH IS OVER!
Daniel: [Ignores Max] The Judge has moved on in the tournament with the 'Fade to Black'. What a superb match we seen here tonight!
Backstage Brock Goodman is sitting alone in the locker room, simply staring at the door of the locker in front of him, not saying a word to anybody, or even acknowledging the presence of anyone else in the room. Behind Brock Jesse Long is chatting to a backstage worker, when he finally nods and pats the guy on the shoulder. Jesse walks toward Brock Goodman, and very hesitantly stands behind him waiting for Brock to look up at him, and when Brock doesn’t, he begins speaking on his own.
Jesse: You know that you’re losing a lot of weight right?
Brock continues to just simply stare forward. He doesn’t acknowledge Jesse, or even really make any motion to signifies he knows Jesse is there.
Jesse: …You know that you still have to eat, or they might not keep you on television. I mean… You look sick dude… Come on, it's my birthday party tonight, come to the bar and celebrate a bit with us!
Again, no response, Brock just continues staring at the locker in front of him. Jesse Long looks toward the direction Brock is staring, and looks at Brock’s locker where the word “Murderer” is written in lipstick.
Jesse: Oh God damnit.
Daniel: Now that’s just cruel. Who the hell did that?
Jesse Long motions to the man he was speaking to behind the camera.
Jesse: Can you get a janitor in here?
Daniel: That’s disgusting…
Max: But who wrote it?
Daniel: We’ll be right back…
Amy White: Welcome back to Tuesday Night Turmoil everybody! Before I take you back to Daniel and Max, and you witness the falling apart of one of WPW’s tag teams called The Fallen, I am standing here with a new team who have recently won a shot at Royalty’s tag titles, David Nichols and Desmond Troy!
Desmond steps up clearing his throat.
Desmond: Ahem… It’s Desmond Troy and David Nichols. Don’t even try calling us D&D. I know my partner here may have the face of a dragon, but I assure you there is no dungeon inside of me.
Amy: That’s not what we’ve been hearing from Sunshine.
Desmond: Hey! Enough of that. I know you’re sarcastic but I don’t even want to start with you tonight, nor do I want to know what or who Sunshine is.
David Nichols steps up and takes the microphone, something Desmond doesn’t look instantly pleased about.
David: Look, the reason we asked for this interview time is this. Desmond and I were chatting, and we came to the decision about when we’d like to cash in the tag team title shot we’ve earned. Since The Judge was too busy to compete this week, and next week’s show supposedly isn’t convenient enough for Royalty, Desmond and I said to one another we want to do this thing right.
Desmond looks to David confused, then grabs the microphone from him.
Desmond: We did?
David looks to Desmond, and without a word snatches the microphone right back. The two stare tensely at each other for a moment before David Nicholls turns back to the camera.
David: We’re going to leave it up to Royalty to decide, but as part of a deal we worked up with Alicia earlier, every week they put the match off, we get to add a new stipulation. So once again, we want to challenge Royalty to put their belts on the line the first week they’re available on TNT. Maybe it’ll be a bit more convenient for you now, but if not, then maybe the week after will sound better. After all, your little buddy likes Hardcore matches so much the two of you are bound to as well. Or actually, by all means, put it off even another week after that, and watch as the hardcore match becomes two out of three falls.
Desmond smiles at the mention of that.
David: Or really guys, why not just put it off all the way until Hallowicked, that’ll give us enough time to tag a stipulation on every fall, and who knows, by that time maybe we can replace one Cassius with another and get Sophie in the match as well! Sound good? I didn’t think so.
David’s face becomes serious as he stares a hole into the camera.
David: We’ll be awaiting your answer next week Royalty. If you have the balls, we’ll just get this over with, and take your titles. Come on Desmond let’s go.
David walks off the side of the screen, but Desmond stays. Desmond looks at Amy, then grabs the microphone. He looks at her while he speaks.
Desmond: Those were all my ideas of course, I just thought it would sound better if I had the caveman say it.
Desmond hands the microphone back to Amy White, who shrugs, then looks to the camera.
Amy: Back to you guys…
Daniel: Sounds like Royalty has a choice to make!
Max: Meh, why should they be worried? If they’re smart, they’ll wait for that hardcore stipulation, then bring the Florida State Champion out with them to kick some ass three on two.
Daniel: This next match is tinged with some sadness for me. The falling out of the once promising tag team of The Fallen – Vengeance and Forsaken. Tonight, will Vengeance be forsaken or will Forsaken be revenged?
Max: Yes, Daniel. The seeds were sown a few weeks ago but the die was cast during a Hardcore title match at Reactivation. Vengeance and Forsaken swapped the title like a demented game of Top Trumps but both men came away empty handed like 2 eunuchs at a bukkake party.
Daniel: Way to mix your metaphors, Max.
Max: Thanks, Daniel.
Daniel: It wasn’t a compliment.
Max: I know. I’m on the twelve step program. You know. Step 4 – Resist the temptation to slap your smart-ass partner.
Daniel: I didn’t know you were an alcoholic, Max.
Max: I’m not. It’s an addiction to Skittles. I just can’t get enough of that fruity fruity fruity goodness.
Daniel: Oooh! Nasty one. Best of luck with that, Max.
Mina: This match is to be decided by one fall or submission and is between, weighing in at 255lbs and hailing from Japan, Asia, he is Vengeance!!!!
‘Stronger by Trust Company throbs through the hall and Vengeance makes his appearance, running down the ramp and jumping over the ropes. He rejects the hands offered in support, focused on winning the match against his long time friend. The song ends with Vengeance’s voice on the speakers ‘Forsaken will rest in peace’
Mina: His opponent, weighing in at 251 lbs and also hailing from Japan……..Forsaken!!!!
Forsaken’s music is ‘In the Shadows’ by the Rasmus. ‘Prepare to feel……the pain that I endured’ accompanies his entrance and he too is more measured and intense than usual in his walk to the ring. He acknowledges the crowd but omits his usual cartwheel, wary of any blindside attack by Vengeance.
Referee Todd Franklin calls them together as the Rasmus finish, and gives last minute instructions as the pair stare each other out. Franklin pulls his arm down between them and signals for the bell.
Ding Ding
Vengeance immediately bitch slaps Forsaken, who balls up a fist and draws it back, but does not go through with the punch. Instead, he jumps and hits Vengeance across the chest with a Spin Kick. Vengeance goes backwards and bounces off the ropes. Forsaken arm drags him to the ground but doesn’t follow up, instead rubbing his cheek where a red mark has formed after Vengeance’s slap.
Daniel: I think we see the way this match is likely to head already, Max.
Max: I hope it doesn’t head the same way as my chilli burrito and refried bean lunch.
Daniel: Down the crapper?
Max: No, back to the concession stand. We don’t have a camera there and this isn’t a falls count anywhere match.
Vengeance gets up quickly, picks Forsaken up and drives him against the turnbuckle before reigning down some legal punches. Forsaken takes a couple but blocks the next two before reversing positions and starting his own hail of punches on Vengeance as he is trapped in the corner.
Todd Franklin calls for the break as Vengeance drapes his arms over the ropes and Forsaken reluctantly backs away.
Vengeance quickly charges at Forsaken and takes him to the ropes with a Spear, forcing the breath out of his ex-partner. He completes the move with a German Suplex and places a knee in his back while twisting his right arm. Forsaken struggles for a few seconds, then uses his inner stillness to unbalance Vengeance and roll out of the position.
Daniel: How did he do that?
Max: Beats me, Daniel. Some sort of Zen move, maybe?
Both men spring to their feet before Forsaken unleashes the Tanshin Barrage, ending with a Flying Axekick. Vengeance knows enough of his former partner’s style to avoid most of the blows however, suffering only minor glances. As he sways back to avoid the axekick, he shakes his head as if to say ‘You’ll need to do better than that’
Daniel: These men know each other too well. It’s going to take something new for one man to overcome the other.
Max: Something new? You mean like a Clothesline……..from Hell?
Daniel: Em, no. That’s been done before, and exactly how is a Clothesline from Hell any different from a normal clothesline?
Max: Because it’s…………..from Hell.
Daniel: Well, that explains everything.
Vengeance goes for the ‘Repent’ move next but Forsaken easily turns this into a wrist lock before pressure can be applied.
Vengeance gets in a high Spinning Kick though and knocks Forsaken over the top rope to the outside, pulling referee Todd Franklin with him in an effort to maintain his balance. Franklin’s head unfortunately bangs off the ring apron, knocking him unconscious.
Daniel: You would think that in any reputable sporting event that, when this happens, the contest would be stopped and immediate medical attention given to the unfortunate referee.
Max: Franklin knew the risks when he stepped in that ring, Daniel. Why would we let the risk of serious brain injury prevent us from enjoying this thrilling bout?
Vengeance jumps down, landing an elbow on the top of Forsaken’s head as he does so, dazing him further. Seizing his advantage, he picks Forsaken up again in a headlock, then runs at the ring steps, releasing at the last second so that Forsaken’s forehead drives firmly against the sharp edge of the top step, instantly opening up a deep gash. Vengeance continues the punishment with a Leg Drop as Forsaken lies sprawled against the steps. He carefully examines his opponent, gauging the level of damage inflicted before rolling his opponent back into the ring.
Daniel: Forsaken bleeding heavily now after that interaction with the steps.
Max: Payback at last for Pearl Harbor.
Daniel: Max!! Pearl Harbor was over 60 years ago. I think Hiroshima was more than enough payback and Vengeance is Japanese raised too.
Max: Well……..Payback for my faulty Toyota then.
Back in the ring, Vengeance places his right hand behind the dazed Forsaken’s head then slams his left palm into his face.
Daniel: The Power!! The Power!!
Vengeance examines the blood left on his hand after this maneuver and wipes it contemptuously on Forsaken’s cloak, abandoned in the corner of the ring. He places Forsaken in a prayer position and goes behind the turnbuckle to pull Forsaken’s arms back in a Redeeming Pain submission move.
Daniel: Todd Franklin is still unconscious. We need another referee out here!
Forsaken yells in pain, seemingly submitting until Paul Turner runs out. He doesn’t call for the bell though, instead counting out Vengeance who is on the ring apron on the wrong side of the ropes. Vengeance releases in anger as the count reaches five and argues with referee Turner. Forsaken stumbles away to the opposite corner to recover as Vengeance gets back through the ropes. He and Turner continue their argument which allows Forsaken to come back at him with a Slingshot Suplex, bouncing Vengeance off the top rope then landing him in the centre of the ring.
Forsaken covers.
1…………Vengeance pushes him off then seems to slip in Forsaken’s blood as he gets back up. Forsaken arm drags him back to the mat and keeps on the arm bar as he tries to regain his strength.
Daniel: This can’t go on for much longer. Forsaken must have lost several pints of blood by now.
Max: I’m surprised that Sky Ryder isn’t out here for a free meal.
Daniel: Well, here come the paramedics to assist Todd Franklin backstage. I hope they brought some spare type O to top up Forsaken after this match.
Forsaken pulls Vengeance to his feet then grabs him in a chokehold, lets his eyes drift upwards, throws Vengeance up, puts his hand on the mat, crouches and kicks up at Vengeance.
Daniel: That’s Forsaken’s trademarked ‘Sorrow of the Outcast’ and is it enough to end this contest?
Forsaken covers….
1……………….2……………..No!!! Vengeance gets a shoulder up.
Forsaken flops back, seemingly having spent the last of his energy. Vengeance senses this and takes Forsaken back to the turnbuckle. He then throws him over his shoulder to the middle of the ring, makes the sign of the cross and suicide body slams into Forsaken. He remains on top and Turner counts.
1…………………2……………..Thr……….No!! Incredibly, Forsaken finds something left within and rolls away from the cover.
Vengeance seems incredulous, staring into the barely recognizable bloodied visage of Forsaken.
They pause, panting for a few seconds, each get up on one knee simultaneously, then finally charge at each other in a scrimmage line tackle. They use their opponents’ bodies to reach an upright position then swing forearms wildly at each other, barely connecting. Vengeance moves forward but Forsaken fells him with a drop toe hold. Vengeance’s throat crashes onto the top rope and he grabs onto the second rope to steady himself but Forsaken tips him over. Instead of hitting the ground though, Vengeance’s neck is caught between the two ropes and he dangles, his feet unable to touch the ground and take his weight.
Daniel: Oh, my God, he’ll choke to death if he stays in that position too long!!!
Forsaken stares at his brother for a few seconds then, realizing the situation, goes to help him out of his predicament. Paul Turner thinks that Forsaken is trying to inflict further damage though and pushes him out of the way before extricating Vengeance from the ropes. He calls for the bell and exchanges a few words with Mina.
Ding Ding.
Mina: The winner of this match, as his opponent is unable to continue……..Forsaken!!!!
Forsaken is too concerned with Vengeance to celebrate his victory and goes to check on his health. The mic picks up their exchange…..
Forsaken: Sorry, man…….it was an accident.
Vengeance (croaks) : Hey, it’s OK. These things happen. I’ve been fucking up too often these days anyway. Sorry for blaming you.
Suddenly, a new figure appears in the ring, picks Forsaken up in a Razor’s Edge and lands him hard, then goes to work on Vengeance with a chain wrapped round his knuckles. Vengeance is unable to defend himself and Paul Turner seems reluctant to get involved, fearing for his own safety. Vengeance crashes to the outside, landing heavily on an outstretched arm. The Royal Knight (for it is he!) kicks Forsaken to join Vengeance outside the ring then raises his arms in celebration but is met with a chorus of boos.
Daniel: That’s not right. Vengeance has been injured further. I think I saw his shoulder dislocate there, and Forsaken has lost too much blood to take the fight back to the Royal Knight. What right has he got to interfere in this match?
Max: Putting in a marker for his second round match against Forsaken in the Tournament of Champions, I guess, but he’s got his own match later tonight so it was maybe just to intimidate Parker and Scorch. Pretty impressive anyhow.
Daniel: Pretty disgusting, if you ask me, and I don’t care if he is Royalty. Well, Forsaken wins, but that wasn’t the important thing here tonight. Let's go somewhere else while the medics sort this out.
The cameras quickly go backstage where El Pollo Negro is walking toward the ring.
Daniel: Up next, we have the big black cock challenge.
Max: Don't go anywhere, who wants to miss a big black cock?
Max: Well what have you thought about the Tournament of Champions thus far Daniel?
Daniel: Honestly, I think the best first round matches are still to come...
"Chocolate Rain" blasted through the arena cutting off the announcers. El Pollo Negro comes out to thundeous boos from the crowd.
Daniel: And speaking of the ToC, this moron last week tried to steal a spot in the second round but Super Sexy Girl just made him look ridiculous.
Max: More ridiculous than being a guy in a giant chicken suit who now thinks he's black?
Daniel: Fair point.
Pollo hops into the ring and steals the mike away from Mina.
Pollo: Okay, I am sick and tired of this. I want to know who has been attacking me week in and week out. I want to know who is trying to keep the dark meat down, damn it!
"Overdose" by Hurt echoes through the arena as Darian Entreri steps out onto the stage.
Daniel: Darian? The newcomer who made his debut on Live? Is he the one attacking El Pollo?
Max: I don't know...maybe he thinks Pollo is like a golden calf or something.
Pollo: Who the cluck are you? I'm sure you cant be the person that has been assaulting me. The guy that has been taking me down every week has to be at least seven and a half feet tall and weighs like 450 easily.
Darian does not say a word as he slowly walks down the ramp dragging a long rope with him.
Max: Why does he have that rope?
Daniel: I believe it's a part of his religious upbringing somehow, but beyond that I'm not sure.
Pollo: What the hell are you doing you Jesus freak, get out of my ring.
Darian steps into the ring not saying a word and hangs the rope up on the turnbuckle.
Pollo: Aww look at the little rookie...you couldn't have been the guy that attacked me. I know!
You must be here for my Dry Meat Challenge aren't you? Yes! Surely that's it!
Pollo holds the mike up to Darian's face tapping the mike on Darian's head. Darian, however, remains unflinching, unmoving.
Pollo: Speak up boy, I can't hear you!
Awww I think I see what's going on here. We've got a little bit of stage fright here. You see these loud, powerful WPW fans are making you a bit nervous aren't you. And me talking in front of everyone here must be giving you some Cock envy isn't it?
Darian is jsut staring at El Pollo Negro as Pollo is actually starting to mock Darian with chicken noises.
Daniel: I don't think Pollo's got the right idea here.
Max: Oh come on look at this Darian, he doesn't look like he's fit to lace Pollo's boots.
Pollo then turns back right at Darian and stares him right in the face.
Pollo: You know maybe I got it all wrong. I figured out what the problem is, and it's just that you are a little chicken shit!
Darian then suddenly grabs the arm of El Pollo Negro and pulls it close to his face as Pollo seems to cringe in pain just from the grip of Darian.
Darian: I don't like your jokes.
Darian then spins Pollo around grabs him by his chicken neck and falls to the mat with his knees right in the small of the back of Pollo. Darian covers Pollo as the ref slides into the ring and counts.
1.............
Daniel: Wow, that was lightning fast!
Max: Penance is swift and sudden I guess in Pollo's case!
2.............
3............
The bell sounds as Darian gets back up to his feet. He grabs the rope from the turnbuckle and slowly exits the ring as Pollo is holding his back writhing in pain.
Daniel: Well it looks like Pollo has yet again run his mouth right into the ground.
Max: Don't you mean beak?
Daniel: It's all the same as these challenges really hae never turned out the way Pollo wanted them to.
Pollo gets back up and before he can even grab the microphone, the lights go out and Pollo can be heard clucking loudly. When the lights come back up Pollo is lying prone in the center of the ring once more.
Max: This is getting monotonous. Who is this mysterious chicken fucker upper?
Daniel: Should we get Officer Barbrady on the case?
Max: What?
Daniel: Never mind, let's just go to break.
The camera goes backstage where Royal Knight is slowly walking down the hallway. Ethan Frost quickly runs up to him and taps him on the shoulder.
Ethan: Royal Knight I-
Suddenly RK turns around and punches Ethan Frost directly between the eyes. Ethan falls to the ground below knocked out cold, and RK coldly just keeps on walking in the direction he was going as the camera man calls for help.
Daniel: What the hell?!
Max: Royal Knight doesn't look very happy tonight!
Daniel: No... Not at all Max. I wonder what's on his mind.
Max: Is that match coming up next?
Daniel: Not next, but soon. Up next... One man stays on WPW, and one man must go. A loser leaves WPW match... Next!!!
We are backstage. Amy White stands in front of the camera, the long catered table is behind her, a bunch of the WPW stars behind her working down the line getting big platters of food.
Amy: I heard she was back here in this area, keep your eyes peeled for her.
The camera swings around looking for someone. It stats to focus on a few people in the line. Brock getting a rack of lamb. JMC getting what mostly looks like a fruit plate in the shape of a crown.
Amy: There she is! Come on!
The camera swings back around to follow Amy. She rushes up to Amanda Rhyme, she cuts her off from the conversation she was having with one of the backstage people.
Amy: Amanda, we have been looking for you for two weeks, we want to get your thoughts on your boyfreind SiNN being injured the other week.
Amanda looks at Amy, then she looks around with almost worry in her eyes. She seems to make eye contact with someone and then nods a bit before putting on a forced smile.
Amy: Your thoughts?
Amanda: Its a tragic thing really. Wrestling was his life. It was the most important thing in his life really, nothing else ever really got his attention.....Including myself.
Amy: Wait, where you two having troubles?
Amanda: I wouldnt say that really.
Amanda frowns and gets a bit antsy.
Amanda: Listen Amy, I am not really comfortable talking about this right now. Im gonna go.
Amanda takes off as Amy tries to get her to stay, she hardly gets any words out before Amanda is through a door and gone. Amy starts talking under her breath as the camera goes back to looking at the food line. Twizted has a twizzler hanging from his mouth as he walks by, 2 is seen in line turning away from the camera. We cannot quite see whats on his plate, he gets out of the line and heads away.
Dan Murph has a seafood tray going on and just before the camera fades out we see El Pollo Negro standing in front of the chicken section giving everyone mean looks.
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the loser will be removed from the WPW roster!
“Ante Up” hits the speakers, and Johnny Bad Blood bursts out to a chorus of boos. He barely acknowledges the fans, and continues to the ring
Mina: Introducing first… Johnny Bad Blood!
Daniel: Ladies and gentlemen, this could be the very last match for Johnny Bad Blood
Max: I’m not sure. This may just be a clever way for Jokester to take time off for his campaign.
Daniel: Are you saying Jokester planned this to take time away?
Max: You’re right, the only way to take time off is to get in a coma
Daniel: Max…
Max: Right, too soon
A new techno version of “Hail to the Chief” plays over the speakers, and Jokester comes out. Jokester wildly shakes the hand of a small baby, smiling and yelling “Vote for Jokester!” Bad Blood, seeing all this, gets out of the ring, and knocks the distracted Jokester down with a clothesline
Daniel: Bad Blood with an assault!
Max: That’s not going to win JBB any votes
Daniel: Votes?
Max: The election? ‘Tard
JBB kicks at the chest of Jokester, digging his heels in deep. Bad Blood grabs Jokester by the hair, what little is left, and throws him into the ring. Bad Blood drops an elbow to the back of the neck as the match officially comes underway
Daniel: Bad Blood wants to hurt Jokester tonight, and send him out of the company for good
Max: Yep
Daniel: Nothing witty there?
Max: Nope
Bad Blood stands back up, and drops another elbow, but Jokester rolls out of the way just in time, sending Johnny Bad Blood hard into the mat. Jokester rolls on top for the cover
O… Kickout!
Daniel: Quick cover by Jokester
Max: A little too quick. Did he really think he could win after a little fall like that?
Daniel: Jeff Hardy did
Max: Whatever, like it counted
Jokester, letting his comedy go, hammers away at the head of Johnny Bad Blood. He grabs Bad Blood by the back of the head with his left hand, and fires shot after shot with a closed right fist. The referee tells Jokester to open up, so Jokester moves to forearm strikes
Daniel: I don’t see that same smile and laugh on Jokester tonight
Max: This one is personal. Jokester and Johnny have bad blood
Daniel: …Ok, that one doesn’t count
Jokester stands, dropping a knee to the face of Bad Blood. Johnny grabs at his head in pain. Jokester stands back up, and yells at JBB to stand up
Max: Jokester looking ready to strike
Johnny Bad Blood makes it to his feet, only to be met with two fingers up the nose. Jokester signals to the crowd, but Bad Blood interrupts with an elbow to the head. Jokester releases the hold, and is met with a standing DDT. Bad Blood crawls on top of Jokester for the cover
One…
T… Kickout!
Daniel: Good counter by Johnny Bad Blood
As Bad Blood moves off Jokester, he drags his foot, kicking Jokester in the teeth
Max: And even better sportsmanship
Jokester moves his tongue around his mouth, checking to see if his teeth are still aligned. Bad Blood grabs Jokester by the neck, and whips him into the ropes. Jokester charges back, but gets knocked down with a shoulder block from the bigger man. Bad Blood drops an elbow to the ribs, then makes the cover
One…
Tw… Kickout!
Daniel: Bad Blood seems to be favoring those elbow drops
Max: What better time to practice them. After this match, we’re never going to see Jokester again
Daniel: Now you don’t know that for certain
Max: You know, I’m going to sit back and reflect on the impressive career of the Jokester
This man came into WPW with a single dream, and one dream alone: To be the very best he could be. However, he quickly realized that he couldn’t be the best without a little help. And as we all know, everybody loves the Jokester. Everybody lined up to be tag team partners with him. And, like so many would-be Hollywood talents, they blew him and got nothing in return. Then came the phase with Tokester, but even then, Jokester stood out like the shining star he was. Before long, Jokester announced that he was running for the highest office in the land. And honestly, who wouldn’t vote for Jokester? This guy brought a smile on our faces for so many years now. Always a man you’re delighted to be around, he turned every struggle into an enjoyment. A man who obviously didn’t care about standards, which is why we loved him. This is the same man who spends his time with two of the “loveliest” ladies on our roster, and has injected everything from amphetamines to Xylopropamines, and everything in between. What I think I’m going to miss the most out of Jokester was how you never quite knew what to expect from him. He was always full of surprises, and twists, and turns, and all kinds of other crazy things. The Jokester truly was a legend. May the rest of his days only try to live up to how the world saw him, in WPW. Jokester, you shall be missed
Bad Blood and Jokester have been battling the entire time, and both men seem to be bleeding. Jokester and JBB have tied up, and look exhausted
Daniel: Way to go Max. We ended up missing most of the mach thanks to you
Jokester slips out from under the hold, and wretches the neck in a neckbreaker. JBB goes down hard. Jokester makes the cover
One…
Two…
Three… Kickout!
Daniel: Nice neckbreaker there from Jokester. Do you happen to have a speech prepared for Johnny Bad Blood?
Max: Let’s see… I was born, a poor black child…
Jokester applies a rest-hold style headlock. Both men seem out of breath. Johnny Bad Blood, getting his second win, stands up, taking Jokester along with him. Bad Blood picks up Jokester, and drives him back down to the mat back first. Jokester curls up in pain.
Max: Ha! Didn’t need my Bad Blood speech after all
Bad Blood picks up Jokester, and throws him over his shoulder. Bad Blood signals for the Blood Drive. Jokester slips out, and rolls Bad Blood up. Johnny kicks wildly
One…
Two…
Three…
Daniel: That’s it!
Mina: Here is your winner… The Jokester!
Johnny Bad Blood stands up irate. He can’t believe what has just happened. Jokester rolls out of the ring quickly, avoiding any further harm. Bad Blood grabs the mic
JBB: No, it’s not ending like this. I refuse to…
Johnny Bad Blood is cut off by the crowd
“Nah Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah Nah, Hey Hey Hey, GOODBYE!”
JBB: STOP IT!
The crowd gets even louder.
“NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!!!!!”
Johnny Bad Blood storms out of the ring, refusing to look back
Despite themselves a huge roar goes up from the crowd as Dust strolls through the WPW corridor for the first time in a while. The Peoples King is doning his old Peoples Republic of WPW t-shirt as well his wrestling tights.
Daniel: There is the face of a man some of us thought we would never see again in WPW. But Dust is back and tonight he is back in the Main Event.
Max: Look at those eyes Danny boy. He is nothing short of......
The crowd give us one of those brilliant collective, 'Oooohs.' Dust stops up as does the man standing directly infront of him, James Morriarty Cassius. JMCs eyes bulge briefly giving away his shock and seeming uncertainty. Dust remains focused, staring a hole through the man he once called his best friend. Stale mate, neither man moving. Finally Dust shakes his head and brushes his way past JMC, continueing down the hall. James lets out a breath and turns his head to watch his former friend and ally walk away.
Backstage Blade LaVigne is walking through the halls when he turns a corner and bumps straight into the feared one himself, El Pollo Negro. El Pollo Negro looks at Blade up and down, then sticks out his chest.
El Pollo: Going somewhere loser?
Blade looks El Pollo up and down.
Blade: Loser? I'm on a winning streak. You're the loser bitch!
Blade slaps El Pollo Negro across his feathered face, and suddenly the two begin fighting before the camera statics out.
Daniel: Eh, sorry we're back.
Max: What happened there?
Daniel: We had to cut away because absolutely no one cared.
Max: No one at all?
Daniel: Not one person Max.
Max: Poor El Pollo Negro...
The Royalty entrance theme hits and Cassius and Royal Knight saunter casually from the back to the ring, posing in spite of the boos from the crowd.
Mina:The Following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 410 lbs, the team of Royalty. One half of the tag team champions, James Moriarty Cassius and the current Florida Champion, Royal Knight.
Max: expect to see these two drive another nail into the coffin of Resistance here tonight with an easy victory.
Daniel: I’m sure Parker and Scorch might have something to say about that.
Max: Well, did you see the message Royal Knight sent earlier tonight? He decimated a tag team all by himself. Imagine what he’s going to do with a partner!
Daniel: We’re about to find out, here comes Parker and Scorch.
Parker and Scorch’s music cuts one into the other as both men make their way out onto the stage and run down opposite sides of the ramp slapping hands before sliding into the ring under the bottom ropes. As Royalty look on from their corner, Parker and Scorch stand on the opposite turnbuckles and pose for the crowd.
Mina: their opponents, at a combined weight of 450lbs, Jamie Parker and the WPW heavyweight Champion. Scorch.
Max: Did you see the look on Parker’s face when he was announced without a title?
Daniel: No, I can’t say I did.
As Parker and Scorch finish posing for the fans, Parker nods to Scorch to give him the go ahead to start things off, with Cassius assuming the responsibility for Royalty. From his corner, Royal Knight holds up his newly won Florida title at Parker, but Parker doesn’t rise to the bait and simply nods his head at him. The referee calls Cassius and Scorch together in the centre of the ring and lays down a few ground rules.
Max: I never thought I’d say this, but Parker has become a chicken.
Daniel: How do you figure that one?
Max: Well, first he was too scared to join Royalty because he knew he would only ever be a second rate player among such company, then he backed off from starting off against Cassius, now he’s letting Royal Knight humiliate him in front of all these people and all he can do is nod his head in acceptance of his inferiority.
Daniel: Well, I happen to know that Parker is cashing in his rematch clause next week, not exactly the sign of a man running scared.
Max: Then why did he wait a week? It was cos Royal Knight brutalised him so badly last week that he could hardly stand.
A loud slap from JMC indicates the start of the action in the ring. Scorch stands transfixed, staring down his opponent, before wiping at the side of his mouth to check for blood. With a flurry, Scorch charges JMC and takes him to the mat, laying into him with rights and lefts before the ref pulls him clear.
Daniel: So much for JMC proclaiming that charging in doesn’t work.
Max: Well, JMC has got Scorch riled up with a simple slap. He wants to get Scorch emotions running wild, then all it will take is one simple move and Cassius will do what he does best and put his opponent away.
JMC gets back to his feet with a smirk across his face. JMC motions for a lock up, and Scorch moves in again, only to get met with another slap to the face. Scorch takes a step backwards and takes a few deep breaths to control himself, while a cocky JMC moves to the ropes and rests against them. Scorch advances towards JMC, and JMC reaches out and tags in Royal Knight, stepping to the outside with his smirk still in place. Scorch’s stare burns right through him, allowing Royal Knight to slip in unsighted. Royal Knight approaches from behind and spins Scorch round, but Scorch blocks the fist that was coming towards his face. Scorch unleashes a right hand of his won, then whips Royal Knight across the ring before running across the ring after him and sending him hurtling over his raised knee as he rebounds off the ropes. Scorch drops to one knee and locks in a rear naked choke on the fallen Royalty member, and reaches backwards over his shoulder to tag in Jamie Parker. Parker comes in over the top rope and instantly picks up where Scorch left off. Knight tries to fight out, but Parker has the hold well held, until Knight swings an elbow back and connects with Parker’s head. Parker is stunned just enough for Royal Knight to sufficiently break the hold and get to his feet. He’s up just a second before Parker and uses the brief advantage to deliver a kick to Parker’s gut, following up with a well executed DDT. Knight taunts Parker as he gets to his feet. With Parker vertical and shrugging off the cobwebs, Knight walks across the ring and tags in Cassius.
Max: Good team work here by Royalty, always bringing the fresher man in at the earliest opportunity.
Daniel: Not only that, but it prevents Scorch and Parker from getting any real momentum going. Evidently, Cassius and Judge have been schooling Knight in tag team wrestling as well as singles competition.
Royal Knight’s grin as he looks across the ring at Parker is matched only by the one on Cassius’ face as he steps into the ring with a frustrated Parker. Parker stares at Cassius as he manoeuvres his way towards the centre of the ring, then steps across to meet him. Parker signals for a test of strength, and Cassius agrees but this time it is he who takes a slap to the mouth. Parker doesn’t give Cassius time to dwell on it as he grabs Cassius in a waist lock and grapples for position. Finally, he gets Cassius lifted up and over with a suplex and follows up with a knee drop to the gut. Parker lifts his opponent to his feet and locks in a bear hug from behind. Cassius trashes around looking for an escape, but none seems immediately fore coming. Cassius tries to lean his weight backwards to destabilise Parker, but Parker stays on his feet and keeps the hold locked on. Cassius reaches backwards and wraps his arm around Parker’s head, getting a side headlock in place, and now both men have holds locked in. With the referee facing away from him, Royal Knight slides into the ring, as does Scorch from the other side, but Scorch has the disadvantage of being directly in front of the ref, who comes across to hustle him to the outside, allowing Royal Knight to deliver a kick to the lower back to Parker. With Parker’s grip released, Cassius keeps the side headlock in place before running a few steps forwards and nailing a bulldog.
Daniel: No surprises to see Royalty use less than permitted tactics to regain the advantage.
Max: Do we have to do this every week?
Daniel: Do what?
Max: this part where you question the tactics of someone and I come out and defend it. It’s getting a bit tiresome after nearly a year.
Daniel: Fair point!
Cassius saunters over to his corner, but gets charged from behind by parker before he can make the tag. Royal Knight motions as if to enter the ring, but Parker punches him off the apron to the mat below. Parker turns his attention back to Cassius and picks him up by the hair before delivering a short arm clothesline. Parker again takes Cassius to his feet and backs him towards his team’s corner with alternating chops and punches. Parker lifts Cassius up onto the top turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. Parker looks for a superplex, but Cassius struggles sufficiently to stop him. Cassius pushes Parker and Parker goes to the mat, but lands on his feet. Before Parker can resume his attack, Cassius knocks Scorch from the apron. As Parker manoeuvres back towards the ropes, Cassius comes off the top and hits The Scottish Play (molly go round). Cassius grabs a handful of Parker’s tights and rolls him up.
One
Two
Three!
Daniel: what the hell? Cassius just won this with the first pin effort of the match.
Max: Like Cassius said, all he needed was the briefest of distractions to pull out a win. Once again, James has been true to his word!
Mina: The winners of this match, Royal Knight and James Moriarty Cassius!
Daniel: I don’t believe it, this has to be one of the most unpredictable endings to a match we’ve had in WPW.
Max: How can you say that when I predicted it at the beginning of the match?
The scene opens up backstage in one of the staging rooms. The door opens and in walks Justin Dreamer he is pissed off as he throws his bag at the wall and begins to pace around. Justin then looks around and goes to leave the staging room when the lights go out. Justin looks around and then a loud CRRRASSSHHHH is heard as the door flies open. There is a shadow in the door and Dreamer knows who it is and runs at the figure in the door but when he gets close to the figure a chair comes out of nowhere and smashes upon his head. Dreamer falls to the floor instantly as Martin Cameron hits Dreamer once again.
Cameron picks Dreamer up and launches him onto a table across the hallway. Dreamer skids across the table and lands on the floor on the other side near a wall. Cameron walks over to Dreamer and launches the table aside as he holds a chair in his other hand. Cameron then uses the chair to choke Dreamer as he yells at him. Dreamer tries to get free but as it looks like he is about to Cameron lays a hit across Dreamers head heard across the world..
WWWHHHHAAAACKKKKKK!
Dreamer is busted wide open as he falls face first to the cement floor. Martin throws the chair aside and begins to laugh as he leaves Dreamer bleeding from his open gash on the floor.
Max: What a night of action we have enjoyed so far tonight. I still do not believe Jokester did that to those hens.
Daniel: I am not sure the fans saw that, but suffice to say, El Pollo Negro is going to be very upset.
Max: You think we could have an angry cock on our hands?
Daniel: Possibly, but right now it is time for our huge main event as Nick Comoroto looks to advance to the next round of the Tournament of Champions 2007 as he battles a mystery opponent.
Max: I give the edge to the mystery man as he is so good, he does not even need to tell people his name. Listen to this crowd, they love the triple question mark of the left side of the bracket.
Daniel: We do not have to wait much longer to find out who the mystery man is.
“Blow Me Away” hits the arena to mixed chants from the crowd. Nick slowly steps out in his wrestling warmup of a red baggy jacket and pants with the hood up. Nick walks to the middle of the stage and turns so his back is facing the crowd. He drops to his knees and Nick raises his hands into the air. The beat goes hard, the arena goes black and a strobe light goes over Nick. The fans boo loudly as Nick gets to his feet and walks down to the ring, the strobe light stays over him the whole time. He steps up on the stairs and walks to the ring. A few less than flattering chants are heard as he steps up on the apron and looks towards the crowd. He gets into the ring and drops to his knees and raises his arms again. He quickly gets to his feet and takes his jacket and pants off to show his wrestling attire. He folds up his warmup and drops it out of the ring as the arena lights back up.
The fans grow quiet as they wait for the music of the opponent. The lights dim to a low light and as soon as the first chord of “Dust ‘N Bones” hits, the fans erupt. After 13 seconds the song picks in up full throttle and pyro erupts on the stage. The Peoples King steps through the curtains with his hands raised at his sides. He wears ring gear a no-sleeve zip up hoody to match his gear. 'My Republic' is written on the back of the hoody and Dust has the hood up. Dust stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd with an arrogant smile. Dust pulls the hood down and pyro erupts from behind. He makes his down to the ring, avoiding outstretched hands on his way and talking trash all the time. Dust slides in under the bottom and hits the nearest turnbuckle. He unzips the hoody, drops it to the outside and raises his hands at his sides again as pyro(similar to Orton at One Night Stand) comes from the ceiling.
Daniel: I cannot believe this, Dust has returned to WPW!
Max: Nick Comoroto does not look impressed in the ring right now. He seems ready to make Dusts’ return a short one.
Daniel: I would not be betting on that. Listen to this crowd, they are loving the return of their hero, of the People’s King.
Max: Please, he will soon be known as nothing more than the first victim on the Increditour 2007.
Daniel: Can you believe this crowd, you cannot even hear Mina announcing the combatants!
With the crowd chanting “Dust!” and “Welcome Back!” Nick Comoroto looks to be bored and seems as though he is starting to become upset. He goes to attack Dust, but the referee keeps him away. Dust soaks in the reaction with a bit of an amused smirk on his face as he notices a few shouts of “People’s King” being said in his direction. Dust starts to hop back and forth, waiting for the bell. Comoroto turns and walks out of the ring and turns his back to Dust. The fans begin to chant “coward” at him but Comoroto ignores them until he cannot take any more and shouts at some people at ringside before he begins to head up the ramp. He starts to walk away as Dust asks for the referee to begin a ten count, but he explains that the match has not yet begun.
Daniel: What a coward this Comoroto is.
Max: He is a smart man, this is clearly a ploy.
Daniel: He is a baby, pitching a fit because these fans are happier to see Dust then they are to see him.
The fans begin to boo loudly as Comoroto gets closer to the top of the stage. Suddenly an awkward pop erupts as Comoroto’s path to the back is blocked by a trio of men and one lady. Stephanie O’Donnell, WPW Florida State Champion, Royal Knight, and WPW Tag Team Champions The Judge and James Moriarty Cassius motion for Comoroto to get into the ring. James mouths the words “you’re welcome” in the direction of Dust, who looks ready to attack his former running mates. Comoroto reenters the ring and bell sounds, but Dust is still focused on Royalty. Comoroto immediately hits him with a chop block and gets up and starts kicking and stomping the left knee of Dust.
Daniel: I am not sure what to make of that. Royalty just looked like they were helping their former running mate, but then Comoroto was able to use the distraction to get the edge.
Max: Incredible always did sound like it could be a Royal title.
Daniel: You do not think Nick Comoroto…
Max: Royalty is still short one member…
Comoroto applies a leg lock, twisting away on the knee of Dust. He yells “where is your king now!” to the dismay of the fans in attendance. Dust reaches over and grabs the robe before too much damage can be done by the hold. Comoroto breaks the hold rather quickly but then gives a stiff boot to the knee. He picks up Dust off the ground and grabs under his leg and lifts him up. Comoroto slams Dust’s leg down over his knee and picks him back up and does it again before finishing off the trifecta. He lets Dust go and runs off the ropes and he hobbles, trying to stay on his feet. Comoroto stops before making impact and claps the ears of Dust, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the mat. Comoroto does not go for a cover instead climbing the second rope to point back at Dust and taunt the fans.
Max: Comoroto is looking incredible, but are fans do not appreciate his skills.
Daniel: He is a lying, cheating scum. I do have to admit I am surprised by how Dust has struggled so far, looks like he has a bit of ring rust.
Max: You are just full of excuses for your precious hero.
The confidence begins to grow in Comoroto as he turns around to see Dust struggling to get up to his feet. Comoroto waits for him to get up and immediately shoots in with a double leg take down as Dust spins before hitting the mat, trying to stop the fall with his hands. Comoroto grabs his legs again and pulls back on Dust in a Boston Crab, causing Dust to write in anguish. Dust tries to reach for the ropes but he is too far. The referee asks if he wants to give up but instead of answering he tries to roll over to no avail. He finally gives his refusal to give in and starts to crawl to the ropes, dragging Comoroto with him. As he gets close, Comoroto breaks the hold and gets up and walks over to the ropes. He waits for Dust to get to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Comoroto leans on the ropes where he is standing an shoots out of the corner hitting a big clothesline causing Dust to fall to the mat, his leg twisting awkwardly beneath him.
Daniel: I think Dust might be hurt badly.
Max: Such a shame, I know Nick wanted to win this one cleanly.
The referee tells Comoroto to back off as Dust is grabbing his leg. Comoroto starts to back up but before he does, he kicks the knee once more then throws his hands up as the official screams at him before leaning down to check on Dust. The referee signals for help, as more officials flood out from the back along with a few trainers and a doctor. The group enters the ring and doctor asks for some space to check on Dust. He tries to bend the wrestler’s leg but Dust tells him to stop. The fans begin to boo loudly as the referee of the match seems concerned, looking over at the time keeper ready to call the match off. He turns around to see the others helping get Dust out of the ring and turns to end the match but stops when he hears a thumb. He turns to see Dust fallen to the floor on the outside and Comoroto taunting him leaning down from the ropes. Comoroto raises his hands in victory but the referee signals to the timekeeper that he is not calling off the match. Comoroto looks irate as the fans pop loudly.
Daniel: Nick tried to take a short cut in this match, and the referee is having none of it.
Max: The Incredible one is being screwed. He should be advancing to the next round already.
Comoroto rolls out of the ring and starts to stomp away on Dust, not letting him get to his feet. He pulls up Dust and drives him back first into the edge of the ring apron. He then spins him around and whips him into the barricade causing him to hit ribs first and hang over into the crowd. The fans back up as Comoroto gets on the ring apron and leaps off cracking Dust over the back with a double axe handle. He grabs Dust yet again and picks him back up, running with him into the edge of the ring. Dust hits hard and yells out as his back hits the ring’s edge. Comoroto then let’s go of him but quickly grabs him and whips him into the ring steps, Dust’s knee connects with the steel, dislodging the top step from the corner, and causing him to collapse to the floor.
Daniel: What a disgusting move that was. Nick Comoroto is a sick and twisted young man.
Max: I am so tired of your whining and your bitching.
Comoroto picks Dust up again and rolls him into the ring. He follows up right behind him and goes for the cover…
One…
Daniel: It looks like this is the end for Dust. He put up a good fight.
Two…
Max: I am just glad to see you accepting the fact that Nick Comoroto is the better and greater man.
Three…Dust gets a foot on the ropes as the fans explode.
Daniel: It looks like we spoke too soon.
Max: Last time I tried that, I had to get her a towel.
Daniel: That made no sense at all, Max.
Comoroto screams at the referee for counting too slow. He shrugs off the referee’s explanation and turns out, but is quickly on the mat following a hard right hand from Dust. The fans get louder as Dust motions for Comoroto to get then knocks him back down with another right. Comoroto falls again and gets back up being hit once more with a stiff punch, but this time he only stumbles back. Dust fires away with more rights, sending Comoroto into the corner. Dust picks him up and sets him up on the top rope.
Max: This is a sickening move here by Dust. Somebody needs to stop this man.
Daniel: You have got to be joking, you are such a tool.
Max: I want to be a hammer, so I can nail the ladies all night long, and give them contusions.
Dust climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and hooks on a headlock. Comoroto fires away on him with rights to the ribs causing him to break the hold. Dust staggers before catching himself and hitting Comoroto in the head with a few rights. He tries to rehook the headlock, but Comoroto fights it off again, this time Dust falls off the top rope and bounces off the mat. He gets up quickly as Comoroto stands up and Dust hits the ropes, crotching Comoroto. He runs back up the ropes and locks in a front facelock and finally takes Comoroto down with a big superplex shaking the mat and causing the sound to echo through the cheers in the arena. Dust rolls over and hooks the leg…
One…
Daniel: Dust could have the match right here after that huge superplex!
Two…
Thr…no Comoroto gets his shoulder up.
Max: Perhaps he could have won, if that superplex had been Incredible, oh, yeah I said it.
Dust gets back up to his feet, still limping but full of energy as he motions for the crowd to get louder which they do. He picks up Comoroto and hits a scoop slam, then signals to the top rope. Dust hobbles over and slowly climbs up the turnbuckle. He stops with each stop, grimacing in pain as the crowd chant “Dust!” He looks down at the still fallen Comoroto and signals for the end. He gets ready to jump but before he can he sees The Judge and Royal Knight standing at the top of the stage once more. He turns his attention to them as they tell him to focus on the match. He turns back around and gets taken off the top rope by a huge hurricanrana, Dust hits the mat hard, his left foot hitting first. Comoroto turns over and crawls onto Dust, hooking the leg to make the cover…
Daniel: No, not like this, not this way.
One…
Max: What are you whining about now?
Two…
Daniel: Dust may have been ready to close this match out, when Royalty had to come out and distract him.
Three!!!
Max: A distraction that has Nick Comoroto advancing in the Tournament of Champions.
Mina: Here is your winner by pinfall and advancing to the second round of the Tournament of Champions, “The Incredible” Nick Comoroto.
Daniel: The Judge and Royal Knight have just cost their former running mate Dust his opening match in the Tournament of Champions and he is irate.
Max: Too bad for him, Royalty has all the gold.
Daniel: What are you talking about, Max? Martin Cameron is the God of Live, 2 is the Hardcore Champion, and Scorch is the WPW Champion, none of them are in Royalty. Scorch leads the Resistance against Royalty.
Max: None of those men or titles are important. All the meaningful gold is in the hands of Royalty. Royalty…Yay!!!!!
Daniel: Hold on a second there Max, I am just getting word of something.
Max: What is it, Daniel? We only have a few seconds left before the Shoe Tree Building Weekly show comes on.
Daniel: It turns out one of the members of the WPW locker room has tested positive for pubic lice. Who has some extra little friends crawling around their special area, tune in next week to find out! For Max Stockton, this is Daniel Justice, goodnight!
Credits
Match Graphics
Artist: Mr. Hendrickson
Backstage Segments
Writers: The Judge, AFS, Peoples King, Mr. Hendrickson
The Judge vs. Gunnar Brian
Writer: Mr. Hendrickson
Vengeance vs. Forsaken
Writer: Legendaryken
El Pollo Open Challenge
Writer: Mike Adams
Jokester vs. JBB
Writer: HBK619
Royal Knight & JMC vs. Scorch & Jamie Parker
Writer: Duff
Nick Comoroto vs. Dust
Writer: Scorch