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10-09-2007, 09:48 PM
Daniel: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another action packed edition of the ltimate in wrestling shows. We aren't about cheap tacky gimmicks or stupid matches, we're all about the wrestling, so welcome to Tuesday night Turmoil.
Max: *cough* El Pollo Negro, Jokester, the gimmick in our first match
Daniel: Way to help us get over with the fans there Max. Anyway, we've got a shorter time slot this week due to the premiere of Celebrity Idols dancing on Ice in the Big Brother House, so let's just get down to it.
Daniel: Right, due to those time constraints, we already have two of the three teams in the ring. Mike Corral & SSG, plus the devastating team of… Gunnar Brian and Forsaken.
Max: My pick to win right there Daniel. The other two guys who are not yet out here don’t stand a chance.
As soon as Max finishes his statement “Star Spangled Banner “ hits, prompting Jokester and Tank to walk to the ring. Jokester is kissing babies and shaking hands as Tank is following close, handing out buttons and bumper stickers. Jokester gets to the ring and Tank holds the ropes for him. Jokester gets in the ring and holds up both hands in a peace sign motion. Off his mouth reads “Still not a crook”. The referee calls for the bell and Jokester, Gunnar, and Corral all get to the apron.
Daniel: Jokester there, showing why he will be the next president
Max: Meh…
Tank just decks SSG right in the face, sending her to the mat. Then Tank gets face to face with Forsaken.
Max: Pimps up, Hos down Dannyboy!
Max finishes and Tank delivers a very mean bitchslap to Forsaken, knocking HIM down to the mat right next to SSG. Tank holds his stomach and laughs as the two struggle on the mat to get up. Jokester yells something at Tank and Tank goes back to business. Tank lifts SSG up and tosses her into the corner of her partner before laying a quick boot to Forsaken. Tank whips him into the ropes and clotheslines him very stiffly. Forsaken hits the canvas again and Tank just continues the assault on him. Tank grabs him by the head and SSG comes running up and jumps on tank’s back. Tank just spins merrily and laughs before falling backwards and crushing the poor SSG.
Max: That’s a move that will make Royal Knight VERY happy
Daniel: That’s not appropriate… ass!
Tank gets up and Forsaken tries for a spear on him. He hits tank dead in the midsection and tank just snarls. Forsaken tries to run but Tank grabs him and suplexes him on the fallen SSG. Tank walks over and tags in Jokester. Jokester gets in the ring and holds up two fingers on both hands before Forsaken gets up and wanders lazily into Jokester waiting arms. WHOOPIE CUSHION! Forsaken crumples as Jokester (and the fans as well) count the three.
1…
2…
3! Forsaken Eliminated
Gunnar runs in and delivers a Yakuza kick to the side of Jokester’s head. Jokester falls over and Gunnar raises his arms in glee. SSG has started to stir and grabs Gunnar right in the crotch. Gunnar’s face contorts as SSG backs him up to her corner.
Max: OH OH!! GET ME SSG!
Daniel: Shut up… Drama Queen.
SSG tags in Corral and Corral does a flippy do into the ring, but he slips and busts his ass. Jokester is up and crawls to his corner and tags in Tank. Tank enters the ring and Gunnar turns around, his face still contorted, to be met with a large steamrolling black man who just runs him over and crushes his knee into the face of Corral who was trying to recover in the corner. Corral falls over and Tank hoists him up. Gunnar makes a quick chop block on Tank who drops Corral and allows Corral the cover.
1…
2… Tank forcefully kicks out and damn near launches
Corral outside the ring. Gunnar holds a finger to his head and picks up Tank.
Daniel: You know, I’ll just let him have that one, it was quite smart, but it becomes smarter when Corral actually finishes the pinfall.
Max: Very true, but you actually have to BE HERE in order to get a pinfall.
Daniel: Right you are Max, right you are!
Gunnar whips Tank into the ropes, and goes for a simple clothesline. Tank ducks though and comes back with a cross body onto Gunnar. Both Tank and Gunnar are down on the canvas and Corral sees an opening. Corral crawls over and places an arm over Gunnar and Tank both. The ref doesn’t even get one as Tank kicks out and hops up as if on springs. Gunnar slinks up and both look to eachother, then to Corral. Corral mouths “Shit” as Tank grabs Corral in a gut wrench powerbomb. Tank comes down and Gunnar damn near kicks Corral’s head off with the Gun Slinger. Corral is in a heap and Gunnar makes the pinfall.
1…
2…
3! Corral Eliminated.
Gunnar and Tank get up and shake hands before looking at the frightful face of SSG who is now looking to stand against Tank and Gunnar, she screams before jumping off the apron and hauling ass out of the ringside area. Jokester takes notice and follows her, holding many a bumper stickers in hand. Gunnar and Tank just shrug and lock up.
Daniel: Where are Jokester and SSG going?
Max: I don’t know, but I am very envious of Jokester
Daniel: He’s not going to do that… do you think?
Max: I know I would.
Daniel: Shut up
Tank whips Gunnar, but Gunnar doesn’t move. Gunnar then tries to move Tank to no avail. They break the hold and Gunnar draws back to hit Tank, but he only manages a small “oomph”. Tank smiles a big toothy, grilly, golden smile and headbutts Gunnar right in the face. Gunnar falls backwards and grabs his nose. Tank poses before “WHAM!” Gunnar has delivered a low blow to Tank. Tank grabs his man jewels and hits the mat. Gunnar once again taps his finger to his head and then goes for a cover on Tank.
1…
2… kick out. Tank just barely gets the shoulder up as Gunnar gets up and starts putting the boots to Tank. Tank grabs one of Gunnar’s shoes and tosses him back. Gunnar rebounds from the ropes and comes at Tank, but Tank is ready and takes Gunnar up into a spinebuster. Tank springs up and looks to the fallen Gunnar. Tank goes for a cover.
1…
2…kick out. Tank gets up and looks rather flustered. Tank stalks Gunnar, as Gunnar starts to stir. Gunnar finally gets to his feet and Tank grabs him. Tank hoists him onto his shoulders and goes for the TKO! Gunnar reverses it though into a RAVEN COLORED STREAK! Tank crumples and Gunnar rolls over for the pinfall.
1…
2…
3! Tank Eliminated. Gunnar celebrates in the ring, thinking that he has outlasted everyone else. But he doesn’t see Jokester dragging SSG back to the ring, she is damn near naked except for her undergarments and thousands of bumper stickers that are stuck to her.
Max: Oh my god, what has he done to her?
Daniel: Made her into… a political statement?
Max: Damn that Jokester… and that SSG for being so damned kinky. Call me please!
Jokester rolls SSG into the ring and leaves her in the corner as he gets behind Gunnar, who is still clueless. Jokester taps Gunnar on the shoulder and Gunnar turns around right into the WHOOPIE CUSHION! Gunnar just stays on the mat as the ref goes down for a count.
1…
2…
3! Gunnar Eliminated! Jokester raises his arms and then looks to SSG who has managed to wriggle free of her bindings. Jokester smiles and walks over to her. He smiles at her, and she looks on in horror. Jokester helps her up and pokes her in the eyes. She falls to the canvas and Jokester places his foot just under her breasts.
1…
2…
3! SSG Eliminated! JOKESTER WINS!
Fanfare falls from the ceiling as the crowd burst into cheer for the self proclaimed future president of the United States.
Max: Poor poor SSG, I must go help her!
Daniel: Sit down, pervert!
Jokester celebrates in the ring as Tank gets up and raises his armsin celebration as well.
We pan backstage once again and find ourselves outside a door with Carlos Gonzalez' name plate on it. Amy White is standing by with a microphone when the door opens and Judge coems out. Judge looks back intot he room before closing the door.
The Judge: I promise you Carlos, you won't regret it.
Judge closes the door, spots Amy and walks off before she even gets the chance to ask her question.
Royal Knight wanders the halls of the arena looking into open door ways and around corners. He starts passing a door when he turns back and pushes it open. RK walks in to find Phill Bennett sitting with his feet up on a desk and a Bluetooth in his ear. Bennett ends his conversation, and stands up to get in RK’s face. RK seems unphased as he talks to his tag partner for the night.
Royal Knight: Glad I caught you here, kid.
Phill Bennett: Hey, I am no kid, punk.
RK: Whatever, peasant, listen today you have the honor of teaming with Royalty. Everyone knows I could beat the Resistance on my own, but today you get the pleasure of being there to watch me do my work. It is ridiculous I have to prove myself against Parker again; he only beat me when I had the flu. All you have to do is stay out of my way. After I am through with Scorch and Parker, you can feel free to feast on the remains.
Phill: As great as that sounds, I am here to restore the good name of Bennett and I will do that by tearing about the WPW Champion and that leetch, Parker. You better not screw this up for me. Jason is the one with the penchant for carrying the less talented.
Another man enters the room as The Judge strolls in smiling. He looks at the two face to face, each balling their hands into fists and tries to break the tension.
The Judge: I hope you boys are playing nice.
RK: Everything is fine.
Judge: Good, because we have enough to worry about without those two in our way.
Phill and Royal Knight both nod at The Judge and the trio sit down to talk some more.
Daniel: Max, what are the three words that have been lighting up WPW these past few weeks?
Max: Max, I’m pregnant?
Daniel: No. I meant Tournament of Champions.
Max: Well, that’s a big load off my mind.
Daniel: ……….O………….K……This next match in the tournament is Hardcore champion 2 against the man he won the title from – Matthew ‘Twizted’ Clark. He is still looking for revenge and, as we all know, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Max: I prefer mine hot with a dash of bitterness and a side plate of ‘It’s not mine, bitch!’
Daniel: Help me out here, Mina. Announce the match.
Mina: This next match is a first round contest in the tournament of champions and is between, weighing in at 190 lbs and hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota, he is the reigning hardcore champion of the world………..Twooooooooooo!!!!!!!!
Papa Roach’s ‘Walking Through Barbed Wire’ heralds 2’s arrival through the entrance curtain. He walks slowly down to the ring, hands in pockets, goes to the second turnbuckle and glares at the crowd.
A few crowd members brandish signs reading:
NUMBER 2 = CRAP!
ONE – TALENT = 2
2THLESS AGGRESSION
Mina: His opponent, weighing in at 235lbs and hailing from Brooklyn, New York, he is The Suicidal Idol - a bit like Chris Benoit then - Matthew Twizted Clark!!!!!
The music changes to ‘Superman’ by Goldfinger and, louder than usual, ‘Payback is a Bitch’ announces Twizted as he steps through the fog at the top of the ramp. He throws the X sign and walks down the ramp slapping hands with fans who urge him on to defeat the hated champion.
Daniel: Despite his title win, I’ve always regarded Twizted as somewhat of an underachiever in WPW.
Max: That’s your way of saying that he’s useless
Daniel: That’s my way of saying that he’s got the talent but is failing to make it pay as much as he should.
Max: Sorry. That’s your way of saying that he’s useless.
Referee Todd Franklin finishes the formalities and the bell rings….
Ding Ding
The two men dance around the ring carefully, watching each others feints and moves.
Twizted throws a couple of forearms but 2 is quick enough to evade these and gets in a knee to the stomach followed by an elbow to the back of Twizted’s neck as he bends double. Twizted grabs 2’s ankle for a single leg takedown and follows it through with an attempted ankle lock, but 2 plants his other foot on Twizted’s rump and thrusts him away.
Max: How does a 190 pound, barely trained albino manage to hold onto the hardcore title for so long?
Daniel: Well, first, Max, he’s not an albino. He just has a very bad hair style. And second…..you don’t hang around the One for so long without some of his tricks rubbing off.
Max: Is this us back to El Pollo gags?
Daniel: Absolutely not.
Twizted hooks himself onto the ropes to prevent a rebound and rethinks his approach. 2 is too wily to charge on in and gets to his feet while stretching his quads.
They advance slowly and lock up in the centre. 2 drops and Monkey Flips Twizted over to land flat on his back. 2 scurries round to cover.
1…………..but Twizted lifts a shoulder easily.
2 allows him to his feet then launches a Spinning Heel Kick. Twizted sways back though and 2’s foot misses him by a good 3 inches. Twizted drives at the off balance 2 and Bulldogs him to the mat. 2 lies flat so Twizted drops a knee then twists their limbs into a figure 4 leg lock.
Max: Look at Twizted’s face! He’s as happy as a defrocked priest at the altar boy swimming gala.
Daniel: But this match isn’t over yet. 2 has grabbed the bottom rope. Twizted needs something to put 2 away.
Max: What about half a pound of cocaine? That was enough to put my cousin Solly away. Two years. Parole hearing next month.
Daniel: Do you ever get the feeling that you might be in the wrong job, Max?
Todd Franklin warns Twizted to release the hold as 2 hugs the rope and Twizted is quick to comply. He retreats to a neutral corner as 2 rubs his legs to restore the blood flow. He snarls at Twizted who grins back, enjoying himself hugely. 2 rises and runs at Twizted, who leaves an arm out for a Clothesline, but 2 ducks this, comes back off the ropes and chop blocks Twizted who collapses to his knees. 2 applies an abdominal stretch with Twizted in this position, making it difficult to escape. As Franklin runs round to the front, 2 gets in a thumb to Twizted’s eye to increase the pain. Despite this, he still manages to drop a shoulder and pull 2 off balance, over his shoulder and into a head chancery. Twizted pulls 2 to his feet and modifies the chancery into his patented move ‘The Shining’. He covers…..
1………………….
2………….2 kicks out.
Daniel: There’s a lot of history between these two men. 2 has the upper hand so far in their meetings but will tonight be the occasion when Twizted can reverse those decisions?
Twizted allows 2 back to his feet then comes at him with a running double kick to the chest followed by a Crooklyn Catnap Double Underhook Backbreaker. Somehow, Twizted’s heart doesn’t seem to be in it and 2 shrugs off the move quickly, hitting back with an unseen-by-the-ref eye poke, then a Jawbreaker.
Daniel: 2 is unstoppable. Is there anyone who can live in a ring with him when he’s in this sort of form?......and I’m including Scorch in that rhetorical question.
Max: Let me answer that rhetorical question with a detailed point-by-point analysis, including reference to such statistical information as current form, skills and abilities, not forgetting clout with the management…………No.
2 envelops Twizted in a Muy Thai clinch and inflicts punishment with a series of knee and elbow strikes. Twizted visibly weakens by the second.
2 suddenly whips Twizted towards the turnbuckle and gives chase, Twizted catches himself and hops over 2 however. But 2 catches on as well and stops himself from hitting the corner, he spins and boots Twizted in the stomach. 2 locks him up and heads up to sitting on the top rope.
A huge smile comes across his face as he quickly spins Twizted around and locks him up in a reverse DDT.....He cringes as he powers him up slowly and then locks the leg. The crowd gasps as 2 drops from the ropes and drives Twizted down with a 2Die4!
2 goes for the cover on the very prone Twizted!
1……………………….
2……………………….
3.
Ding Ding
Max: Twizted is deader than Britney Spear’s career. 2 promised another victory and 2 delivered. You know, I’ve been thinking, when he retires, we oughtta retire his number.
Daniel: What the hell do you mean?
Max: I mean count 1…………3…………4 in a tribute to the most successful hardcore champ ever.
Daniel: What if they retire One as well?
Max: 3……………..4…………….5. That’ll make WPW stand out from the rest.
Mina: The winner of this contest and progressing to the second round of the Tournament of Champions……………….TWOoooooooo!!!!!!!!
2 climbs out of the ring with his hands raised....Twizted hasnt moved.
Daniel: 2 takes it all in and on this form he’s gotta be one of the favorites to win this whole competition. I need a rest after that. What’s happening backstage?
Max: Nothing lined up, let's just cut to commerical
Some of the crowd starts to silence as Twizted rolls to his side and coughs up some blood...as 2 walks up the ramp, medics come rushing down.
The show cuts to WPW God of Live Darian Entreri standing outside the arena, looking at a cross he has mounted on the wall. Darian abrubty turns around and looks straight into the camera, a serious expression his face.
Darian Enteri: Hello there, you may recognize me by now. My name is Darian Entreri. It seems many people out there have a problem with spelling my name. It is Darian, D-A-R-I-A-N, not Daren, not Darien, not Derien, not Derian, not Derain, my name is Darian. I am the God of Live. Please do learn my name, for now I must get back to my prayers.
Darian turns around and takes off the God of Live belt. He places it behind him, and kneels down looking at the cross. He then bows his head and folds his hand as he begins his prayers.
Daniel: Well, maybe Darian Entreri can keep Twizted in his prayers. We'll offer you an update as soon as we get one. I can tell you that he was rushed to a medical facility nearby.
Max: well, my prayers are about to be answered now. We’re going to have a tag match that will see the final nail hammered into the Resistance coffin. Scorch and Parker are about to be put in the ground, buried, interned, laid to rest, placed six feet………
Daniel: We get the point Max.
Max: you might, but these Alaskan inbreds might not.
Daniel: Firstly, we’re in Alabama. Secondly, they can’t actually hear us in the arena, our mics are just for the fans at home.
Max: Sweeet Hooome Alaaabaaama, where the skies are so……… wait, these redneck, pig wrestling, gun-shooting, Bush loving morons can’t hear us?
Daniel: Well, they can if you shout that loud. It might be best for you to get escorted from the arena tonight. And do you have to break into that song every time we mention Alabama?
Max: In Birmingham, they love the governor. Now, we all did what we had to do. Now, Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you? Tell me true!
Daniel: Nowhere near as much as you do Max!
Max: Huh?
Daniel: Never mind. Let’s just hand this one over to Mina and get this started.
Blisters and Coffee hits the speakers and the crowd rise with a large cheer. The Scorch signs are held high above the heads of the fans.
Mina: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Tinley Park, Illinois, he is the WPW champion……..Carlos Gonzalez?
Max: Now, I love Carlos Gonzalez as much as the next man, but not even I would suck up to him that much.
Daniel: No moron, that’s not Scorch, it’s Carlos Gonzalez.
The cheers rapidly turn to boos as the WPW owner makes his way to the ring, mic in hand. As he steps between the ropes, he motions to Mina to vacate the ring, which she hesitantly does.
Carlos: You know what I don’t get? Every week, I bring my quality show, with some of the biggest names in wrestling to shitty little towns like this, and all you ungrateful sons of bitches can do is boo me. I have to good mind to pack up and leave Alabama and just leave you to your pathetic county fairs.
Max: Sweeett Hooome……
Daniel: Max, shut up! That’s the boss out there.
Carlos: However, I won’t be doing that as it gives me nothing but sheer undeniable pleasure from watching you hand over your hard earned cash to me. Think about that next time you decide to boo me. YOU are the ones that are making me even richer. However, that’s not why I’m here.
Daniel: Yes, why is he here? And where is Scorch?
Max: Daniel, shut up! That’s the boss out there.
Carlos: Recently, there has been a lot of talk of contracts and people quitting them, being offered new ones and all that nonsense. So, with all of that going on, I decided if people want to talk contracts, then it’s about time we started holding people to them.
You see, one of the conditions is that every wrestler that is booked to have a match is contracted to air at least one publicity promo in the week preceding the match, and since none of the wrestlers in the match that was suppose to be coming up next did that this week, I have decided to hold them to their contracts and cancel that match. In addition to that, I have also decided to set an example by banning two of the participants from the arena this week. So, to all of you who came to see Scorch and Jamie Parker this week, well lets just say I didn’t get rich by offering refunds. So, enjoy the rest of the show.
Carlos drops the mic, which is just as well as he probably wouldn’t have been heard above the level of noise being directed at him. As Carlos steps between the ropes, the arena is plunged into darkness and static plays on the tron. After several seconds, the static clears and a distorted voice plays over the speakers as an image of the puppet from Saw shows on the screen.
Voice: “Soon” was not enough. Your problems haven’t even started yet. My return is imminent, and with it will come your end.
Daniel: What? Not again? What does this all mean?
Max: Well, it likely means that Parker and Scorch will turn up during the main event. That’s what usually happens when people are banned from the arena.
Daniel: Yes, but the video?
Max: Don’t worry, I promised I’d return it to the store tonight before your wife found out about your “peculiar” viewing habits. What’s wrong with normal porn like everyone else Daniel?
Daniel: Oh, I give up!
Max: Actually, it was “whipped into submission 4.” At first I thought it was a wrestling video about Irish whips. Talk about a shock!
The shows cuts backstage to find WPW interviewer Amy White standing next to Dan Murph. Amy seems to be batting her eyes at Murph, who appears to want nothing to do with the situation.
Amy White: This is Amy White, I am here with another person who could make a women feel funny, down there, Dan Murph.
Dan Murph: Flattery will get you no where with me, Amy. I like my women a bit more, well you are just not attractive enough for a man like me.
Amy: Bummer, now tonight you face Brock Goodman in a TOC match, you two have had your issues in the past, what are your thoughts?
Murph: My thoughts are that WPW needs better interviewers. As far as Brock is concerned, I am going to make an example out of him. This is my tournament and that belt around Scorch’s waist belongs to me. Just think, if we do this again in December, you could get rejected by the real WPW Champion.
Amy: Yeah right, like that will ever happen.
Murph: What the hell did you just say to me?
Amy: I asked you about the rumor you will quit as soon as you lose in the TOC?
Murph: That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. There is no way I lose in the TOC, I am not even going to answer such an absurd question. This interview is over, I have more important things to do now.
Amy: Maybe the rumor you will not be allowed out of your contract is true.
Dan, already halfway down the hall turns and glares at Amy. He then picks up a water cooler from off a table and hurls it against the wall causing it to hit with a thud and crash to the floor sending water flying everywhere.
Once more the show cuts back to Amy White standing backstage, this time she is joined by newcomer Flanagan. The neophyte seems to be in awe as he observes his surrounding, Amy has to nudge him to get his attention back.
Amy White: Amy White here with one of the newest additions to the WPW Roster Mike Flanagan.
Flanagan: Thank you very much, Amy, I am very happy to be here.
Amy: I have to say you are quite the unusual wrestler. Most people come in here boasting of how fast they will be the WPW Champion. You have come in here, just wanting to have some match, knowing you will need to learn things, that you will make mistakes.
Flanagan: What can I say, Amy, I am a realist. I know I have talent. I also know I have a lot to learn and I look forward to my experiences here in WPW. Do not get me wrong, I would love to be WPW Champion one day but right now I am taking it one day at a time. I look forward to my career here and I hope the fans enjoy it too.
Amy: Thank you very much Flanagan, I wish we had more time, but we need to get back to the right.
Flanagan: I understand. I want to thank you for having me here, and the WPW fans for giving me this chance to entertain you doing what I love to do.
“Sweet Dreams” hits, as Brock Goodman makes his way down to the ring. The big man looks ready to fight.
Mina: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a first round match for the…
Before Mina can finish, “Victim” hits, and Dan Murph bursts out, the bigger man in this match. The two meet eye to eye
Daniel: These guys look ready to fight!
Max: I know, they just blasted through our introductions!
Dan Murph starts the battle with a quick right hand. Goodman answers back with a right hand of his own. The two men violently land thunderous blows across their skulls, with hits that would knock smaller men down
Daniel: Two monsters in the ring here
Max: Look at those shots. How can either still be standing?
Goodman lands the last blow, stagger Murph back a tiny bit. Goodman bounces of the ropes, hitting Dan with a clothesline. Murph is still standing. Goodman bounces off the ropes a second time, this time hitting a forearm strike. Again, Dan Murph stays on his feet. Goodman charges into the ropes once more, but the tragedy of three plays against him, as Murph knocks Goodman to the ground with a huge big boot
Max: That’s all it took to take the big man down
Dan Murph quickly goes to the offence, stomping away at the arms of Brock Goodman. Goodman rolls out of the ring, taking a second the catch his breath. Dan, seeing Goodman resting, starts to climb up the turnbuckle
Daniel: What the hell is he doing?
Max: He’s gonna fly!
Dan Murph can’t climb the turnbuckle with the speed of a cruiserweight. Goodman notices, and runs back inside the ring. The bigger man Murph doesn’t have enough time to scale back down, and falls to his back courtesy of Brock Goodman. Brock makes the cover
One…
Two…
T… Kickout!
Daniel: Murph was dazed there for a minute
Max: Maybe he’ll learn next time that the air isn’t for him
Daniel: Now we’ve seen big men climb the turnbuckles before
Max: And when has it ever worked?
Daniel: Good point
Goodman rises, dropping an elbow across the sternum of Dan Murph. Brock, able to use more grace and agility, runs off the ropes, and connects with a leg drop. Goodman makes the cover
One…
Two…
Th… Kickout!
Max: That should have been over there
Daniel: After a leg drop? The most simple of wrestling moves?
Max: Hogan
Daniel: Damn you, right again
Murph makes it back to his knees, but Goodman answers with a kick to the gut. Murph groans in pain, but still doesn’t fall. Goodman charges with another kick, but Murph grabs Goodman’s foot, hoisting him up in the air. Brock hops on one foot, trying to keep his balance. Murph attacks, nailing Goodman with a clothesline from hell. Not the real one, but a just as effective clothesline. Murph with the cover
One…
Two…
Thr… Kickout!
Daniel: Huge shot by Murph there
Max: Goodman fell like a ton of bricks
Murph picks up the head of Brock Goodman, sending both men to their feet. Dan Murph hits an uppercut, knocking Goodman back down to his knees
Daniel: And you don’t see two big men like this fighting as much today
Max: What do you mean?
Daniel: Just two big animals, going at it tooth and nail, trying to overpower the other
Max: So you mean unlike every other Friday night on Smackdown?
Daniel: You win again
Murph takes his time reacting to Goodman. Murph grabs the head of Brock, but Goodman counter with a series of punches to the gut of Murph. Rights and lefts to the gut of Murph send the bigger man down to one knee. Goodman charges, hitting a high knee to the face of Dan Murph. Murph is down, and Goodman is all fired up
Daniel: He can feel it
Max: Goodman wants to end this match now
Goodman struggles, but eventually is able to get the large Murph to his feet. Brock stalls, unable to hit a finisher
Daniel: What’s he doing?
Max: He can’t hit it
Daniel: Just hit the For now… sleep and it’s all over
Max: Goodman wants to stay away from that move at all costs, he can’t hit it
Goodman lifts Murph onto his shoulders, but holds him there. Goodman attempt to drop Murph to his back, but a kick to the head from Murph staggers Goodman. Murph squirms his way free, then lifts Goodman onto his own shoulders
Daniel: Now Murph’s got him up
Max: And he doesn’t look afraid
Dan Murph connects with the Cyclone. Murph with the cover
One…
Two…
Three…
Mina: Here is your winner… Dan Murph!
Daniel: Murph with the huge upset
Max: And Murph moves on in the ToC
Daniel: Tough loss there for Brock Goodman
Max: That's right
Dnaiel: Ok Max. I did what you asked for this match. "Be the dumb guy so I can impress the girl in the audience" Now where's my money?...
We come backstage to the now familiar buffet table, this time with a sign saying “Bees not welcome.” The usual assortment of motley characters are gathered round helping themselves to sandwiches and other assorted goodies, but there doesn’t appear to be any chicken this week. Super Sexy Girl walks into shot, and moves towards the table, grabbing the plate. As she moves down the table, she bumps into someone and drops her plate. She looks up and sees Jokester standing there, plate in one hand, clipboard in the other.
Jokester: Ah, glad I bumped into you, pun utterly intended. I was wondering if perhaps I could canvas you on some issues. Polls are showing that as far as women are concerned, I seem to be going down a lot. Might have something to do with that pubic lice incident a few weeks back. What issues matter to you as far as this country is concerned?
Super Sexy Girl: Ummm, I suppose the war would be one!
Jokester: Indeed, indeed, but I don’t think I can really get between you and your boyfriend. Best you sort that one out on your own.
Super Sexy Girl: No, I meant the war in….
Jokester: Very good. Thank you for your time, I really must be going. Remember to tick the box for John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster on your ballot, and if it isn’t there, just write it in!
Super Sexy Girl stares after Jokester perplexed, then turns and sees Royal Knight enter the room. She quickly turns on her heels and walks off after Jokester, shouting that she wants to compare notes on their match last week.
Daniel: We're running out of time here this evening folks, so let's just get straight down to business with our main event.
Daniel: Well folks, up next we have our final match of the evening, and what a match it promises to be. We have JMC representing Royalty going up against David Nicolls, representing the One’s newly formed group!
Max: *Ahem* Resistance 2.0!
Daniel: Shaddup Max! Whenever the name is announced, you can bet your ass it wont be Resistance 2.0!
Max: Yeah right!
Daniel: Regardless, we have David Nicolls potentially moving himself right up the ladder IF he can defeat JMC here tonight!
Max: C’mon! Do you honestly see that happening?!
Daniel: It all depends Max. David Nicolls could pull off one hell of an upset here tonight.
Max: That’s a hell of a lot of ‘potentials’ and ‘could-dos’ Danny boy!
Daniel: I know it is. Just imagine, for a second at least, that it is possible for Nicolls to pull of the upset tonight. Think of the effect that will have on the Royalty. One of, if not the, best member of Royalty taken out by a relative nobody.
Max: Well, since you put it that way…
Daniel: Nicolls has everything to gain and nothing to lose tonight.
Max: Then what is JMC’s motivation in this match?
Daniel: Obvious. Prove to the world that the One and his new group cannot succeed where Resistance failed. So JMC has a lot riding in this match as well Max. The humiliation of Royalty at the hands of the One and his group could happen tonight, or Royalty might show the world that they are unstoppable.
Max: I like that. The way you just spun it, this could be a more important than a title match! Day-um, I wanna get this match underway now!
Daniel: Well Max, I think your wish is about to come true, Mina is just getting up!
Max: Phwoar, she can get me up…
Daniel: Shaddup Max!
The shot moves to Mina Henderson as she gets to her feet and grabs a mic before heading over to ringside. She climbs the steps and enters the ring between the first and second ropes. She then walks to the middle of the ring and b rings the mic up to her lips.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your WPW Main Event and it is scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, from Dubbo, Australia and weighing in at an even 250lbs, he is DAVID NICOLLS!
‘Hearts on Fire’ hits and out comes David, hair sopping wet behind his head, acting far too enthusiastic to be good for himself. He rushes to the left and the right of the stage before rushing down one side of the ramp, immediately grabbing and slapping hands, screaming illegible words that sound somewhat like "COME ON!". He hits the ringside area and after one lap around the ring, he jumps up to the apron, poses momentarily to the crowd with both fists clenched at shoulder height, then he enters the ring and gets ready for his match, still far too enthusiastic for his own good. He is doing laps around the ring psyching up the audience!
Daniel: Well… Nicolls has a lot of energy!
Max: What? He is making a fool of himself!
Daniel: Whatever you say Max, but the crowd are really getting behind this man!
Max: Well, we will see what the crowd thinks of the guy when Cassius comes down and takes him to school!
After a few moments of watching Nicolls charging around the ring, Mina raises the mic to her lips to announce his opponent. Nicolls spots this and stops suddenly, awaiting the arrival of JMC.
Mina: And his opponent, representing Royalty, he weighs in at 195lbs…
Upon hearing just how much JMC weighs, Nicolls falls about the ring laughing like a crazy man! After a few moments, he composes himself and extends his hand, palm up, towards Mina, as if to say “Continue!” Mina raises her eyebrows and finishes JMC’s introduction.
Mina: *Ahem* He weighs in at 195lbs and hails from Bad Segeberg, Germany. This is JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!
"Kashmir" begins to play. As the Violins begin their Riff, out comes James Moriarty Cassius. He motions in front of the crowd and smirks his arrogant smirk at them. He looks like he is about to walk down the ramp, but before he does so, he points to the curtain and the Judge comes out from the back, taunting to the booing crowd! JMC and The Judge then make their way to ringside. As the music hits its high point, JMC climbs up to the apron and leans against the ropes, holding his arms out in front of him and at the crowd, as Judge walks around the ring, not taking his eyes off of Nicolls. JMC then ducks into the ring and spins on the spot, his arms outstretched once more. JMC walks over to David Nicolls and stares at him for a few moments before backing up into a corner. The ref takes this opportunity to dash over to the ropes nearest Judge and warn him against any altercation in this match.
Daniel: The ref is telling the Judge straight here, no interference or your outta here!
Max: Would the Judge really interfere in this match up? JMC has it in the bag!
Daniel: If that’s the case, why is Judge even out here?
Max: Cos he is JMC’s tag team partner! That’s like you coming out to do commentary on your own! It would be boring!
Daniel: So… You’re saying JMC is boring?
Max: What? No! Never! …
The ref finishes having words with Judge before turning to face JMC and Nicolls. Nicolls and JMC then advance towards each other and the ref signals for the opening bell to sound.
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
JMC and Nicolls get closer to each other and Nicolls raises his arms, looking for a collar-and-elbow-tie-up, but JMC uses his wits and ducks behind David before slapping him in the back of the head. Nicolls quickly turns to face JMC who drops to his knees, begging Nicolls off. However, as Nicolls steps towards JMC, Cassius quickly scoots between his legs before kicking Nicolls in the back of his right knee, causing Nicolls to stumble forwards and drop to one knee. JMC quickly gets to his feet while Nicolls is still down on one knee and dashes over behind Nicolls. Cassius manoeuvres to the side of Nicolls, while still slightly behind him, brings his leg up and swiftly kicks Nicolls in the back of the head! David falls face first to the canvas and JMC turns him onto his back. He then drops down to pin Nicolls and the ref dives down to make the cover.
1… Kickout on one!
Cassius quickly gets to his feet as Nicolls gets up to his knees. Suddenly, Nicolls is wheezing for air as JMC kicks him right in the chest! JMC follows up with a second kick to the chest, causing Nicolls chest to turn redder. Cassius follows up with a third kick to Nicolls chest before stepping back, jumping into the air and connecting with a dropkick to Dave’s head! Nicolls slumps down to the canvas and JMC quickly covers him once again. The ref drops down to make the count…
1…
2… Nicolls kicks out!
Daniel: And JMC gets a two count that time on David Nicolls! That’s the second time JMC has tried to end it early here Max!
Max: And?
Daniel: I expected JMC to lay a hurting on Nicolls!
Max: So? JMC obviously wants to end this quickly to show that the One’s new group has no chance in hell of even getting off the ground!
JMC rises up to his knees and glares at the ref before moving up to his feet. JMC looks out at Judge who is simply looking on. Cassius then looks down at Nicolls as the bigger man struggles to get to his feet, while gasping for breath. JMC positions himself so that he is side-on to Nicolls and waits. Nicolls pushes himself up to all fours before rising up to his knees. At that point, JMC takes one step backwards and lifts his right leg, before swinging it towards Nicolls chest… But Nicolls blocks the kick! The crowd pop slightly as JMC tries a second kick, but Nicolls blocks it once more! The crowd pop again as JMC tries a third kick… Nicolls gets his arms up and across his chest… But JMC drives a stiff kick right into Nicolls forehead! JMC follows the kick with a spin and back to a vertical base. JMC then dashes to Nicolls head and quickly drops a leg across his throat! Nicolls gasps for breath and rolls onto his stomach before pushing himself up to his knees, his hand still around his throat as he struggles to breath. JMC quickly moves to his feet and waits for Nicolls to get to his. Nicolls moves up to his feet and JMC dashes towards him, leaps into the air and lands in a sitting position atop Nicolls shoulders. Nicolls is taken aback by the sudden appearance of a 195lb man on his shoulders and stumbles backwards slightly, and this moment of off-balance is just what JMC needed as Cassius takes Nicolls down with a hurracanrana! Nicolls hits the canvas and skids slightly before rolling onto his stomach. He pushes himself up to all fours before moving up to his feet and turning to face JMC, who once more dashes towards him and leaps into the air, quickly wrapping his legs around the neck of Nicolls and taking him down with a quicker hurracanrana. Nicolls lands hard on his head, though he is back to his feet rather quickly… Only to reveal he is suffering from a variation of being punch-drunk as he stumbles forwards. JMC moves up behind Nicolls as Nicolls suddenly turns around. Nicolls notices JMC and throws an erratic right hand that Cassius easily ducks, which he follows up with a quick kick to the midsection, doubling Nicolls over. JMC wraps his arm around the neck of Nicolls and quickly drops to the canvas, driving Nicolls face first into the canvas with a DDT! JMC gets to his knees and rolls Nicolls onto his back before covering him and hooking the near leg. The ref drops down to make the count…
1…
2…
… NO!! Nicolls gets his shoulder up after a looong two count!
Daniel: That was a very long two count Max!
Max: Your telling me! JMC should have had it there and then!
Daniel: Well, he didn’t, did he? Nicolls is showing us he can go toe to toe with the greats!
Max: Toe to toe? So far he has had his ass kicked by JMC!
Daniel: …
Max: Exactly!
JMC gets to his knees and slaps the canvas three times, obviously angry that he didn’t get the pin. He glares at the ref as he rises to his feet. He then looks down at Nicolls who is just starting to show signs of life, moving slightly on the canvas. JMC looks over at the nearest corner and stomps down directly onto Nicolls forehead before advancing towards the corner. Nicolls rolls onto his stomach before pushing himself up to his knees. He has his back to JMC as he briefly scans the ring and moves up to his feet. He once more looks around the ring before turning on the spot… Only to be greeted with the sight of JMC flying towards him, cross-body style! However, Nicolls shows some quick thinking and drops down to his stomach, meaning JMC totally misses him and crashes down to the canvas!
Daniel: And some quick thinking there from Nicolls may have just saved this match for him!
Max: C’mon! He is a damned Australian! He can’t think quickly!
Nicolls is much quicker in getting to his feet this time, and as he does so, Judge climbs up onto the apron, getting Nicolls attention. Nicolls dashes over to the Judge and immediately bows his head, ducking the right hand TJ threw at him and driving his shoulder into the gut of the Judge! Judge doubles over and falls to the arena floor, but the distraction was enough for JMC to recover. Cassius slowly gets to his feet as Nicolls turns to face him. Nicolls slowly walks towards JMC as JMC slowly walks towards him. Nicolls then dashes forwards, catching JMC unaware with a fast and powerful clothesline! However, JMC quickly rolls to his knees and moves up to his feet and turns to face Nicolls, only to be taken down with a quick arm drag! Though JMC is quick to return to his feet. He turns to face Nicolls as Nicolls quickly extends his arm and takes JMC down with a second arm drag. This arm drag keeps JMC down a little longer than the last one, but he is still quick to his feet… Only to be taken down a third time by a third straight arm drag! JMC skids along the canvas briefly before rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up to his knees and moving up to his feet. However, before he even knows what’s happening, Nicolls is all over him and takes him down with a hard hip toss! JMC’s back arches as he hits the canvas.
Daniel: And Nicolls explodes here with three straight arm-drags and a hip toss!
Max: Oh… Look at the way his back is arched; something tells me he is hurting!
Daniel: You might be right Max, but I think Nicolls might be looking to lay some pain of his own upon JMC right now!
Nicolls starts playing to the crowd as JMC struggles up to a vertical base. Nicolls advances towards JMC and turns him around so they are face to face. Nicolls punches JMC right in the jaw before whipping him to the corner and following up with a running clothesline! Nicolls backs up as JMC stumbles forwards and out of the corner, only to be shoved hard in the chest by Nicolls and end up back in the corner. Nicolls follows this up with a second hard clothesline to JMC before turning him around so that JMC is facing the corner. Nicolls grabs the back of JMC’s and stares out at Judge, who is banging the apron, trying to get some life back into JMC. Judge glares at Nicolls, who simply glares back at him before pulling JMC’s head backwards…
Max: He’s pulling the hair!
Daniel: *Sigh* If he was, the ref woulda said something, right?!
Nicolls then drives JMC’s face into the top turnbuckle! Nicolls pulls back once again and drives JMC face first into the top turnbuckle once more! Nicolls releases his grip on JMC and takes a few steps backwards, allowing JMC to do the same. Nicolls then bows his head and places it between JMC’s legs befire hoisting Cassius up and onto his shoulders, electric chair drop style. Before Cassius can even react though, Nicolls acts, and instead of falling backwards and connecting with an electric chair drop, Nicolls brings his arms up and pushes Cassius off of his shoulders. Cassius drops nearly six-foot before colliding with the top turnbuckle, face first! Nicolls backs up away from Cassius as JMC stumbles backwards and out of the corner, only to be hoisted up by Nicolls, sidewalk slam style… Nicolls turns from the corner, extends his knee and drives Cassius down across his knee with a nasty back breaker! Cassius rolls off of Nicolls knee and immediately arches his back, obviously in considerable pain. Nicolls then gets to a stable vertical base and advances towards JMC, where he reaches down and forces Cassius up to his feet. Nicolls immediately throws JMC’s arm over his shoulder and positions for a vertical Suplex. Nicolls then hoists JMC up vertical before bringing him down hard. Nicolls quickly releases JMC and gets to his feet, before reaching down and forcing JMC up to his feet. Nicolls quickly kicks JMC in the gut, doubling him over. Nicolls then wraps both arms around JMC’s midsection and hoists him into the air, his back across his shoulder. Nicolls then drops to his knees connecting with a back-breaker ala the ‘Train Wreck’! JMC slumps to the canvas facedown, and Nicolls rolls Cassius onto his back before covering him. The ref dives down to make the count…
1…
2… JMC gets a shoulder up!
Daniel: Amazing offensive moves there from Nicolls, each targeting JMC’s back!
Max: I know, I’m starting to worry about Cassius right now!
Daniel: And I think Judge is too, judging by that look on his face!
The Judge does indeed have a worried look etched across his face, as Nicolls is first to his feet. He then reaches down and once more forces JMC up to his feet. However, JMC is a little off balance, so Nicolls merely bows his head and pops JMC onto his shoulder before walking over to the nearest corner. Nicolls sits JMC on the top turnbuckle, punches him in the face and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Nicolls is obviously looking for a super-plex here as he places JMC’s arm over his shoulder. However, Nicolls is knocked off balance as JMC unexpectedly fights back, delivering a hard right hand to the ribs of Nicolls. JMC repeats this, throwing fists into Nicolls ribs, and it pays off as Nicolls falls to the canvas. However, Nicolls lands on his feet, a little winded, and backs away from the corner. Cassius takes the opportunity and gets to his feet on the top turnbuckle. He glances down at Nicolls before leaping from the top turnbuckle and hurtling towards Nicolls. JMC twists in midair and looks to connect with a cross-body… But Nicolls catches Cassius! With Cassius trapped in Nicolls arms, the two form a cross shape. Nicolls then drops Cassius across his knee, hitting a modified back breaker/rib breaker! Nicolls reacts quickly and lowers JMC to the canvas so that his is face to face with JMC… Nicolls then grabs Cassius, lifts him and drives him to the canvas with a huge spine buster! Nicolls drops down to make the cover and the ref drops down to make the count, but suddenly notices Judge on the apron! The ref gets to his feet and dashes over to TJ, arguing with him. Finally, the ref gets Judge down from the apron and turns to face Nicolls and JMC, and Nicolls still has JMC covered!
Daniel: C’mon ref! Nicolls had this match won there and then!
Max: The Judge saw to that though, didn’t he? Haha!
The ref dashes over and slides down to make the count.
1…
2…
THR… NO!! JMC gets a shoulder up at the last possible second!
Daniel: NO!
Max: Cassius just kicked out of a lot of strong moves from Nicolls!
Daniel: You think he would have kicked out if Judge hadn’t interefered?!
Max: …
Nicolls gets to his feet and looks at the ref, before looking out to Judge, who has a smile across his face. Nicolls then turns his attention to JMC, who is just showing signs of life as he rolls onto his stomach. Nicolls backs up slightly as JMC gets to all fours before moving up to his knees. JMC then gets to his feet, but he is doubled over. Nicolls smiles and slaps his thigh, signalling for a high knee. The ref then turns his back to Nicolls as he checks on JMC and Nicolls charges to the ropes… But unfortunately he runs right to the ropes nearest TJ! Judge quickly reaches in and grabs Nicolls ankle, causing him to fall flat on his face! The crowd boo heavily as Nicolls gets to his feet. He turns to face the Judge and points at him, screaming obscenities. Meanwhile. Cassius has straightened up and is slowly walking over to Nicolls, who is still screaming at the Judge. It is only when the Judge notices Cassius getting closer to Nicolls that he backs away from the apron. Nicolls then turns to face JMC… And is met with a devastating super kick! Nicolls drops to the canvas and JMC backs away from him, waiting. Nicolls isn’t down long from the superkick, but he has to use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, and as he begins pulling himself up to his feet, JMC drops to one knee and calls the referee over, complain that his back is hurting. JMC positions himself so that the ref’s back is to Nicolls and as Nicolls slowly pulls himself up to his feet, the Judge slides into the the ring! Judge measures Nicolls and as soon as Nicolls stands straight up, Judge kicks him in the gut and delivers the Judgement DDT! The crowd erupt into boo’s as Judge slides out of the ring!
Daniel: Would ya look at that? Judge just hit Nicolls with the Judgement DDT!
Max: Yeah, and poor old JMC can’t do anything about it!
All of a sudden, JMC straightens up! He dashes over to the face down David Nicolls and he drags him to the middle of the ring. JMC has a hard time doing it though.
Daniel: Uh huh, like that wasn’t planned out!
Max: What? It’s an amazing recovery!
Daniel: Yeah, right!
JMC finally drags Nicolls into the middle of the ring and rolls him onto his back.
Daniel: Woah… Nicolls looks like he is out of it now! Where the hell is 2? Or anyone else for that matter?
Cassius then manoeuvres to Nicolls legs and grabs both of his ankles. JMC lifts his legs into the air and steps through before locking in the Cassius Sharpshooter! The referee drops down in front of Nicolls and asks him if he wants to quit. When Nicolls doesn’t respond, the ref grabs Nicolls right arm and lifts it into the air. He releases and it drops once…
The ref raises it a second time and releases… It drops again…
The ref grabs Nicolls arm and raises it a third time… He releases… And Nicolls arm drops to the canvas! The ref quickly gets to his feet and signals for the bell!
Daniel: NO WAY! Not like that!
Max: This is brilliant! JMC just made Nicolls submit!
Daniel: Oh please!
DING!
DING!
DING!
Mina gets to her feet and grabs a nearby mic.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…
The Judge dashes over to Mina and puts his hand over the mic. He whispers something into her ear and she shakes her head. Judge whispers something else and a little colour drains from Mina’s face as Judge removes his hand from the mic. Judge is heard shouting ‘SAY IT!’ to Mina as she brings the mic up to her lips once more.
Mina: *Coughs* Here is your winner… Mina shakes her head. By submission… JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!!
Judge smiles evilly at Mina before turning to face the ring, where JMC is only just releasing Nicolls from the Sharpshooter.
Daniel: This was a farce! Nicolls had this match won until Judge interfered!
Max: The ref can’t call what he doesn’t see!
Daniel: Still…
Max: Cant call!
Daniel: Well folks, this is sure to have some repercussions, especially for the Judge! Can you imagine how pissed off Nicolls is going to be when he recovers?
Max: I don’t think Judge has anything to worry about! It’s David Nicolls! And he has no friends! Tonight proved that!
Daniel: Yeah… Where the hell were Nicolls running buddies? The newly formed group that was supposed to rise up against the Royalty?
Max: Didn’t I tell ya? That new group had no chance from the beginning! I guess they knew that the moment Judge accompanied JMC to the ring tonight!
Daniel: Still… Nicolls is gonna want to kill someone after tonight! And I wouldn’t want to be that someone! Anyway folks, for Max Stockton, I am Daniel Justice! Goodnight everyone!
Judge enters the ring and with JMC standing over Nicolls fallen body, Judge raises JMC’s hand. Judge and JMC demand that the ref then raise their hands and he does so. The shot dramatically zooms out showing JMC and Judge standing over David Nicolls with their hands raised in victory, before fading to black.
Max: *cough* El Pollo Negro, Jokester, the gimmick in our first match
Daniel: Way to help us get over with the fans there Max. Anyway, we've got a shorter time slot this week due to the premiere of Celebrity Idols dancing on Ice in the Big Brother House, so let's just get down to it.
Daniel: Right, due to those time constraints, we already have two of the three teams in the ring. Mike Corral & SSG, plus the devastating team of… Gunnar Brian and Forsaken.
Max: My pick to win right there Daniel. The other two guys who are not yet out here don’t stand a chance.
As soon as Max finishes his statement “Star Spangled Banner “ hits, prompting Jokester and Tank to walk to the ring. Jokester is kissing babies and shaking hands as Tank is following close, handing out buttons and bumper stickers. Jokester gets to the ring and Tank holds the ropes for him. Jokester gets in the ring and holds up both hands in a peace sign motion. Off his mouth reads “Still not a crook”. The referee calls for the bell and Jokester, Gunnar, and Corral all get to the apron.
Daniel: Jokester there, showing why he will be the next president
Max: Meh…
Tank just decks SSG right in the face, sending her to the mat. Then Tank gets face to face with Forsaken.
Max: Pimps up, Hos down Dannyboy!
Max finishes and Tank delivers a very mean bitchslap to Forsaken, knocking HIM down to the mat right next to SSG. Tank holds his stomach and laughs as the two struggle on the mat to get up. Jokester yells something at Tank and Tank goes back to business. Tank lifts SSG up and tosses her into the corner of her partner before laying a quick boot to Forsaken. Tank whips him into the ropes and clotheslines him very stiffly. Forsaken hits the canvas again and Tank just continues the assault on him. Tank grabs him by the head and SSG comes running up and jumps on tank’s back. Tank just spins merrily and laughs before falling backwards and crushing the poor SSG.
Max: That’s a move that will make Royal Knight VERY happy
Daniel: That’s not appropriate… ass!
Tank gets up and Forsaken tries for a spear on him. He hits tank dead in the midsection and tank just snarls. Forsaken tries to run but Tank grabs him and suplexes him on the fallen SSG. Tank walks over and tags in Jokester. Jokester gets in the ring and holds up two fingers on both hands before Forsaken gets up and wanders lazily into Jokester waiting arms. WHOOPIE CUSHION! Forsaken crumples as Jokester (and the fans as well) count the three.
1…
2…
3! Forsaken Eliminated
Gunnar runs in and delivers a Yakuza kick to the side of Jokester’s head. Jokester falls over and Gunnar raises his arms in glee. SSG has started to stir and grabs Gunnar right in the crotch. Gunnar’s face contorts as SSG backs him up to her corner.
Max: OH OH!! GET ME SSG!
Daniel: Shut up… Drama Queen.
SSG tags in Corral and Corral does a flippy do into the ring, but he slips and busts his ass. Jokester is up and crawls to his corner and tags in Tank. Tank enters the ring and Gunnar turns around, his face still contorted, to be met with a large steamrolling black man who just runs him over and crushes his knee into the face of Corral who was trying to recover in the corner. Corral falls over and Tank hoists him up. Gunnar makes a quick chop block on Tank who drops Corral and allows Corral the cover.
1…
2… Tank forcefully kicks out and damn near launches
Corral outside the ring. Gunnar holds a finger to his head and picks up Tank.
Daniel: You know, I’ll just let him have that one, it was quite smart, but it becomes smarter when Corral actually finishes the pinfall.
Max: Very true, but you actually have to BE HERE in order to get a pinfall.
Daniel: Right you are Max, right you are!
Gunnar whips Tank into the ropes, and goes for a simple clothesline. Tank ducks though and comes back with a cross body onto Gunnar. Both Tank and Gunnar are down on the canvas and Corral sees an opening. Corral crawls over and places an arm over Gunnar and Tank both. The ref doesn’t even get one as Tank kicks out and hops up as if on springs. Gunnar slinks up and both look to eachother, then to Corral. Corral mouths “Shit” as Tank grabs Corral in a gut wrench powerbomb. Tank comes down and Gunnar damn near kicks Corral’s head off with the Gun Slinger. Corral is in a heap and Gunnar makes the pinfall.
1…
2…
3! Corral Eliminated.
Gunnar and Tank get up and shake hands before looking at the frightful face of SSG who is now looking to stand against Tank and Gunnar, she screams before jumping off the apron and hauling ass out of the ringside area. Jokester takes notice and follows her, holding many a bumper stickers in hand. Gunnar and Tank just shrug and lock up.
Daniel: Where are Jokester and SSG going?
Max: I don’t know, but I am very envious of Jokester
Daniel: He’s not going to do that… do you think?
Max: I know I would.
Daniel: Shut up
Tank whips Gunnar, but Gunnar doesn’t move. Gunnar then tries to move Tank to no avail. They break the hold and Gunnar draws back to hit Tank, but he only manages a small “oomph”. Tank smiles a big toothy, grilly, golden smile and headbutts Gunnar right in the face. Gunnar falls backwards and grabs his nose. Tank poses before “WHAM!” Gunnar has delivered a low blow to Tank. Tank grabs his man jewels and hits the mat. Gunnar once again taps his finger to his head and then goes for a cover on Tank.
1…
2… kick out. Tank just barely gets the shoulder up as Gunnar gets up and starts putting the boots to Tank. Tank grabs one of Gunnar’s shoes and tosses him back. Gunnar rebounds from the ropes and comes at Tank, but Tank is ready and takes Gunnar up into a spinebuster. Tank springs up and looks to the fallen Gunnar. Tank goes for a cover.
1…
2…kick out. Tank gets up and looks rather flustered. Tank stalks Gunnar, as Gunnar starts to stir. Gunnar finally gets to his feet and Tank grabs him. Tank hoists him onto his shoulders and goes for the TKO! Gunnar reverses it though into a RAVEN COLORED STREAK! Tank crumples and Gunnar rolls over for the pinfall.
1…
2…
3! Tank Eliminated. Gunnar celebrates in the ring, thinking that he has outlasted everyone else. But he doesn’t see Jokester dragging SSG back to the ring, she is damn near naked except for her undergarments and thousands of bumper stickers that are stuck to her.
Max: Oh my god, what has he done to her?
Daniel: Made her into… a political statement?
Max: Damn that Jokester… and that SSG for being so damned kinky. Call me please!
Jokester rolls SSG into the ring and leaves her in the corner as he gets behind Gunnar, who is still clueless. Jokester taps Gunnar on the shoulder and Gunnar turns around right into the WHOOPIE CUSHION! Gunnar just stays on the mat as the ref goes down for a count.
1…
2…
3! Gunnar Eliminated! Jokester raises his arms and then looks to SSG who has managed to wriggle free of her bindings. Jokester smiles and walks over to her. He smiles at her, and she looks on in horror. Jokester helps her up and pokes her in the eyes. She falls to the canvas and Jokester places his foot just under her breasts.
1…
2…
3! SSG Eliminated! JOKESTER WINS!
Fanfare falls from the ceiling as the crowd burst into cheer for the self proclaimed future president of the United States.
Max: Poor poor SSG, I must go help her!
Daniel: Sit down, pervert!
Jokester celebrates in the ring as Tank gets up and raises his armsin celebration as well.
We pan backstage once again and find ourselves outside a door with Carlos Gonzalez' name plate on it. Amy White is standing by with a microphone when the door opens and Judge coems out. Judge looks back intot he room before closing the door.
The Judge: I promise you Carlos, you won't regret it.
Judge closes the door, spots Amy and walks off before she even gets the chance to ask her question.
Royal Knight wanders the halls of the arena looking into open door ways and around corners. He starts passing a door when he turns back and pushes it open. RK walks in to find Phill Bennett sitting with his feet up on a desk and a Bluetooth in his ear. Bennett ends his conversation, and stands up to get in RK’s face. RK seems unphased as he talks to his tag partner for the night.
Royal Knight: Glad I caught you here, kid.
Phill Bennett: Hey, I am no kid, punk.
RK: Whatever, peasant, listen today you have the honor of teaming with Royalty. Everyone knows I could beat the Resistance on my own, but today you get the pleasure of being there to watch me do my work. It is ridiculous I have to prove myself against Parker again; he only beat me when I had the flu. All you have to do is stay out of my way. After I am through with Scorch and Parker, you can feel free to feast on the remains.
Phill: As great as that sounds, I am here to restore the good name of Bennett and I will do that by tearing about the WPW Champion and that leetch, Parker. You better not screw this up for me. Jason is the one with the penchant for carrying the less talented.
Another man enters the room as The Judge strolls in smiling. He looks at the two face to face, each balling their hands into fists and tries to break the tension.
The Judge: I hope you boys are playing nice.
RK: Everything is fine.
Judge: Good, because we have enough to worry about without those two in our way.
Phill and Royal Knight both nod at The Judge and the trio sit down to talk some more.
Daniel: Max, what are the three words that have been lighting up WPW these past few weeks?
Max: Max, I’m pregnant?
Daniel: No. I meant Tournament of Champions.
Max: Well, that’s a big load off my mind.
Daniel: ……….O………….K……This next match in the tournament is Hardcore champion 2 against the man he won the title from – Matthew ‘Twizted’ Clark. He is still looking for revenge and, as we all know, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Max: I prefer mine hot with a dash of bitterness and a side plate of ‘It’s not mine, bitch!’
Daniel: Help me out here, Mina. Announce the match.
Mina: This next match is a first round contest in the tournament of champions and is between, weighing in at 190 lbs and hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota, he is the reigning hardcore champion of the world………..Twooooooooooo!!!!!!!!
Papa Roach’s ‘Walking Through Barbed Wire’ heralds 2’s arrival through the entrance curtain. He walks slowly down to the ring, hands in pockets, goes to the second turnbuckle and glares at the crowd.
A few crowd members brandish signs reading:
NUMBER 2 = CRAP!
ONE – TALENT = 2
2THLESS AGGRESSION
Mina: His opponent, weighing in at 235lbs and hailing from Brooklyn, New York, he is The Suicidal Idol - a bit like Chris Benoit then - Matthew Twizted Clark!!!!!
The music changes to ‘Superman’ by Goldfinger and, louder than usual, ‘Payback is a Bitch’ announces Twizted as he steps through the fog at the top of the ramp. He throws the X sign and walks down the ramp slapping hands with fans who urge him on to defeat the hated champion.
Daniel: Despite his title win, I’ve always regarded Twizted as somewhat of an underachiever in WPW.
Max: That’s your way of saying that he’s useless
Daniel: That’s my way of saying that he’s got the talent but is failing to make it pay as much as he should.
Max: Sorry. That’s your way of saying that he’s useless.
Referee Todd Franklin finishes the formalities and the bell rings….
Ding Ding
The two men dance around the ring carefully, watching each others feints and moves.
Twizted throws a couple of forearms but 2 is quick enough to evade these and gets in a knee to the stomach followed by an elbow to the back of Twizted’s neck as he bends double. Twizted grabs 2’s ankle for a single leg takedown and follows it through with an attempted ankle lock, but 2 plants his other foot on Twizted’s rump and thrusts him away.
Max: How does a 190 pound, barely trained albino manage to hold onto the hardcore title for so long?
Daniel: Well, first, Max, he’s not an albino. He just has a very bad hair style. And second…..you don’t hang around the One for so long without some of his tricks rubbing off.
Max: Is this us back to El Pollo gags?
Daniel: Absolutely not.
Twizted hooks himself onto the ropes to prevent a rebound and rethinks his approach. 2 is too wily to charge on in and gets to his feet while stretching his quads.
They advance slowly and lock up in the centre. 2 drops and Monkey Flips Twizted over to land flat on his back. 2 scurries round to cover.
1…………..but Twizted lifts a shoulder easily.
2 allows him to his feet then launches a Spinning Heel Kick. Twizted sways back though and 2’s foot misses him by a good 3 inches. Twizted drives at the off balance 2 and Bulldogs him to the mat. 2 lies flat so Twizted drops a knee then twists their limbs into a figure 4 leg lock.
Max: Look at Twizted’s face! He’s as happy as a defrocked priest at the altar boy swimming gala.
Daniel: But this match isn’t over yet. 2 has grabbed the bottom rope. Twizted needs something to put 2 away.
Max: What about half a pound of cocaine? That was enough to put my cousin Solly away. Two years. Parole hearing next month.
Daniel: Do you ever get the feeling that you might be in the wrong job, Max?
Todd Franklin warns Twizted to release the hold as 2 hugs the rope and Twizted is quick to comply. He retreats to a neutral corner as 2 rubs his legs to restore the blood flow. He snarls at Twizted who grins back, enjoying himself hugely. 2 rises and runs at Twizted, who leaves an arm out for a Clothesline, but 2 ducks this, comes back off the ropes and chop blocks Twizted who collapses to his knees. 2 applies an abdominal stretch with Twizted in this position, making it difficult to escape. As Franklin runs round to the front, 2 gets in a thumb to Twizted’s eye to increase the pain. Despite this, he still manages to drop a shoulder and pull 2 off balance, over his shoulder and into a head chancery. Twizted pulls 2 to his feet and modifies the chancery into his patented move ‘The Shining’. He covers…..
1………………….
2………….2 kicks out.
Daniel: There’s a lot of history between these two men. 2 has the upper hand so far in their meetings but will tonight be the occasion when Twizted can reverse those decisions?
Twizted allows 2 back to his feet then comes at him with a running double kick to the chest followed by a Crooklyn Catnap Double Underhook Backbreaker. Somehow, Twizted’s heart doesn’t seem to be in it and 2 shrugs off the move quickly, hitting back with an unseen-by-the-ref eye poke, then a Jawbreaker.
Daniel: 2 is unstoppable. Is there anyone who can live in a ring with him when he’s in this sort of form?......and I’m including Scorch in that rhetorical question.
Max: Let me answer that rhetorical question with a detailed point-by-point analysis, including reference to such statistical information as current form, skills and abilities, not forgetting clout with the management…………No.
2 envelops Twizted in a Muy Thai clinch and inflicts punishment with a series of knee and elbow strikes. Twizted visibly weakens by the second.
2 suddenly whips Twizted towards the turnbuckle and gives chase, Twizted catches himself and hops over 2 however. But 2 catches on as well and stops himself from hitting the corner, he spins and boots Twizted in the stomach. 2 locks him up and heads up to sitting on the top rope.
A huge smile comes across his face as he quickly spins Twizted around and locks him up in a reverse DDT.....He cringes as he powers him up slowly and then locks the leg. The crowd gasps as 2 drops from the ropes and drives Twizted down with a 2Die4!
2 goes for the cover on the very prone Twizted!
1……………………….
2……………………….
3.
Ding Ding
Max: Twizted is deader than Britney Spear’s career. 2 promised another victory and 2 delivered. You know, I’ve been thinking, when he retires, we oughtta retire his number.
Daniel: What the hell do you mean?
Max: I mean count 1…………3…………4 in a tribute to the most successful hardcore champ ever.
Daniel: What if they retire One as well?
Max: 3……………..4…………….5. That’ll make WPW stand out from the rest.
Mina: The winner of this contest and progressing to the second round of the Tournament of Champions……………….TWOoooooooo!!!!!!!!
2 climbs out of the ring with his hands raised....Twizted hasnt moved.
Daniel: 2 takes it all in and on this form he’s gotta be one of the favorites to win this whole competition. I need a rest after that. What’s happening backstage?
Max: Nothing lined up, let's just cut to commerical
Some of the crowd starts to silence as Twizted rolls to his side and coughs up some blood...as 2 walks up the ramp, medics come rushing down.
The show cuts to WPW God of Live Darian Entreri standing outside the arena, looking at a cross he has mounted on the wall. Darian abrubty turns around and looks straight into the camera, a serious expression his face.
Darian Enteri: Hello there, you may recognize me by now. My name is Darian Entreri. It seems many people out there have a problem with spelling my name. It is Darian, D-A-R-I-A-N, not Daren, not Darien, not Derien, not Derian, not Derain, my name is Darian. I am the God of Live. Please do learn my name, for now I must get back to my prayers.
Darian turns around and takes off the God of Live belt. He places it behind him, and kneels down looking at the cross. He then bows his head and folds his hand as he begins his prayers.
Daniel: Well, maybe Darian Entreri can keep Twizted in his prayers. We'll offer you an update as soon as we get one. I can tell you that he was rushed to a medical facility nearby.
Max: well, my prayers are about to be answered now. We’re going to have a tag match that will see the final nail hammered into the Resistance coffin. Scorch and Parker are about to be put in the ground, buried, interned, laid to rest, placed six feet………
Daniel: We get the point Max.
Max: you might, but these Alaskan inbreds might not.
Daniel: Firstly, we’re in Alabama. Secondly, they can’t actually hear us in the arena, our mics are just for the fans at home.
Max: Sweeet Hooome Alaaabaaama, where the skies are so……… wait, these redneck, pig wrestling, gun-shooting, Bush loving morons can’t hear us?
Daniel: Well, they can if you shout that loud. It might be best for you to get escorted from the arena tonight. And do you have to break into that song every time we mention Alabama?
Max: In Birmingham, they love the governor. Now, we all did what we had to do. Now, Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you? Tell me true!
Daniel: Nowhere near as much as you do Max!
Max: Huh?
Daniel: Never mind. Let’s just hand this one over to Mina and get this started.
Blisters and Coffee hits the speakers and the crowd rise with a large cheer. The Scorch signs are held high above the heads of the fans.
Mina: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Tinley Park, Illinois, he is the WPW champion……..Carlos Gonzalez?
Max: Now, I love Carlos Gonzalez as much as the next man, but not even I would suck up to him that much.
Daniel: No moron, that’s not Scorch, it’s Carlos Gonzalez.
The cheers rapidly turn to boos as the WPW owner makes his way to the ring, mic in hand. As he steps between the ropes, he motions to Mina to vacate the ring, which she hesitantly does.
Carlos: You know what I don’t get? Every week, I bring my quality show, with some of the biggest names in wrestling to shitty little towns like this, and all you ungrateful sons of bitches can do is boo me. I have to good mind to pack up and leave Alabama and just leave you to your pathetic county fairs.
Max: Sweeett Hooome……
Daniel: Max, shut up! That’s the boss out there.
Carlos: However, I won’t be doing that as it gives me nothing but sheer undeniable pleasure from watching you hand over your hard earned cash to me. Think about that next time you decide to boo me. YOU are the ones that are making me even richer. However, that’s not why I’m here.
Daniel: Yes, why is he here? And where is Scorch?
Max: Daniel, shut up! That’s the boss out there.
Carlos: Recently, there has been a lot of talk of contracts and people quitting them, being offered new ones and all that nonsense. So, with all of that going on, I decided if people want to talk contracts, then it’s about time we started holding people to them.
You see, one of the conditions is that every wrestler that is booked to have a match is contracted to air at least one publicity promo in the week preceding the match, and since none of the wrestlers in the match that was suppose to be coming up next did that this week, I have decided to hold them to their contracts and cancel that match. In addition to that, I have also decided to set an example by banning two of the participants from the arena this week. So, to all of you who came to see Scorch and Jamie Parker this week, well lets just say I didn’t get rich by offering refunds. So, enjoy the rest of the show.
Carlos drops the mic, which is just as well as he probably wouldn’t have been heard above the level of noise being directed at him. As Carlos steps between the ropes, the arena is plunged into darkness and static plays on the tron. After several seconds, the static clears and a distorted voice plays over the speakers as an image of the puppet from Saw shows on the screen.
Voice: “Soon” was not enough. Your problems haven’t even started yet. My return is imminent, and with it will come your end.
Daniel: What? Not again? What does this all mean?
Max: Well, it likely means that Parker and Scorch will turn up during the main event. That’s what usually happens when people are banned from the arena.
Daniel: Yes, but the video?
Max: Don’t worry, I promised I’d return it to the store tonight before your wife found out about your “peculiar” viewing habits. What’s wrong with normal porn like everyone else Daniel?
Daniel: Oh, I give up!
Max: Actually, it was “whipped into submission 4.” At first I thought it was a wrestling video about Irish whips. Talk about a shock!
The shows cuts backstage to find WPW interviewer Amy White standing next to Dan Murph. Amy seems to be batting her eyes at Murph, who appears to want nothing to do with the situation.
Amy White: This is Amy White, I am here with another person who could make a women feel funny, down there, Dan Murph.
Dan Murph: Flattery will get you no where with me, Amy. I like my women a bit more, well you are just not attractive enough for a man like me.
Amy: Bummer, now tonight you face Brock Goodman in a TOC match, you two have had your issues in the past, what are your thoughts?
Murph: My thoughts are that WPW needs better interviewers. As far as Brock is concerned, I am going to make an example out of him. This is my tournament and that belt around Scorch’s waist belongs to me. Just think, if we do this again in December, you could get rejected by the real WPW Champion.
Amy: Yeah right, like that will ever happen.
Murph: What the hell did you just say to me?
Amy: I asked you about the rumor you will quit as soon as you lose in the TOC?
Murph: That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. There is no way I lose in the TOC, I am not even going to answer such an absurd question. This interview is over, I have more important things to do now.
Amy: Maybe the rumor you will not be allowed out of your contract is true.
Dan, already halfway down the hall turns and glares at Amy. He then picks up a water cooler from off a table and hurls it against the wall causing it to hit with a thud and crash to the floor sending water flying everywhere.
Once more the show cuts back to Amy White standing backstage, this time she is joined by newcomer Flanagan. The neophyte seems to be in awe as he observes his surrounding, Amy has to nudge him to get his attention back.
Amy White: Amy White here with one of the newest additions to the WPW Roster Mike Flanagan.
Flanagan: Thank you very much, Amy, I am very happy to be here.
Amy: I have to say you are quite the unusual wrestler. Most people come in here boasting of how fast they will be the WPW Champion. You have come in here, just wanting to have some match, knowing you will need to learn things, that you will make mistakes.
Flanagan: What can I say, Amy, I am a realist. I know I have talent. I also know I have a lot to learn and I look forward to my experiences here in WPW. Do not get me wrong, I would love to be WPW Champion one day but right now I am taking it one day at a time. I look forward to my career here and I hope the fans enjoy it too.
Amy: Thank you very much Flanagan, I wish we had more time, but we need to get back to the right.
Flanagan: I understand. I want to thank you for having me here, and the WPW fans for giving me this chance to entertain you doing what I love to do.
“Sweet Dreams” hits, as Brock Goodman makes his way down to the ring. The big man looks ready to fight.
Mina: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a first round match for the…
Before Mina can finish, “Victim” hits, and Dan Murph bursts out, the bigger man in this match. The two meet eye to eye
Daniel: These guys look ready to fight!
Max: I know, they just blasted through our introductions!
Dan Murph starts the battle with a quick right hand. Goodman answers back with a right hand of his own. The two men violently land thunderous blows across their skulls, with hits that would knock smaller men down
Daniel: Two monsters in the ring here
Max: Look at those shots. How can either still be standing?
Goodman lands the last blow, stagger Murph back a tiny bit. Goodman bounces of the ropes, hitting Dan with a clothesline. Murph is still standing. Goodman bounces off the ropes a second time, this time hitting a forearm strike. Again, Dan Murph stays on his feet. Goodman charges into the ropes once more, but the tragedy of three plays against him, as Murph knocks Goodman to the ground with a huge big boot
Max: That’s all it took to take the big man down
Dan Murph quickly goes to the offence, stomping away at the arms of Brock Goodman. Goodman rolls out of the ring, taking a second the catch his breath. Dan, seeing Goodman resting, starts to climb up the turnbuckle
Daniel: What the hell is he doing?
Max: He’s gonna fly!
Dan Murph can’t climb the turnbuckle with the speed of a cruiserweight. Goodman notices, and runs back inside the ring. The bigger man Murph doesn’t have enough time to scale back down, and falls to his back courtesy of Brock Goodman. Brock makes the cover
One…
Two…
T… Kickout!
Daniel: Murph was dazed there for a minute
Max: Maybe he’ll learn next time that the air isn’t for him
Daniel: Now we’ve seen big men climb the turnbuckles before
Max: And when has it ever worked?
Daniel: Good point
Goodman rises, dropping an elbow across the sternum of Dan Murph. Brock, able to use more grace and agility, runs off the ropes, and connects with a leg drop. Goodman makes the cover
One…
Two…
Th… Kickout!
Max: That should have been over there
Daniel: After a leg drop? The most simple of wrestling moves?
Max: Hogan
Daniel: Damn you, right again
Murph makes it back to his knees, but Goodman answers with a kick to the gut. Murph groans in pain, but still doesn’t fall. Goodman charges with another kick, but Murph grabs Goodman’s foot, hoisting him up in the air. Brock hops on one foot, trying to keep his balance. Murph attacks, nailing Goodman with a clothesline from hell. Not the real one, but a just as effective clothesline. Murph with the cover
One…
Two…
Thr… Kickout!
Daniel: Huge shot by Murph there
Max: Goodman fell like a ton of bricks
Murph picks up the head of Brock Goodman, sending both men to their feet. Dan Murph hits an uppercut, knocking Goodman back down to his knees
Daniel: And you don’t see two big men like this fighting as much today
Max: What do you mean?
Daniel: Just two big animals, going at it tooth and nail, trying to overpower the other
Max: So you mean unlike every other Friday night on Smackdown?
Daniel: You win again
Murph takes his time reacting to Goodman. Murph grabs the head of Brock, but Goodman counter with a series of punches to the gut of Murph. Rights and lefts to the gut of Murph send the bigger man down to one knee. Goodman charges, hitting a high knee to the face of Dan Murph. Murph is down, and Goodman is all fired up
Daniel: He can feel it
Max: Goodman wants to end this match now
Goodman struggles, but eventually is able to get the large Murph to his feet. Brock stalls, unable to hit a finisher
Daniel: What’s he doing?
Max: He can’t hit it
Daniel: Just hit the For now… sleep and it’s all over
Max: Goodman wants to stay away from that move at all costs, he can’t hit it
Goodman lifts Murph onto his shoulders, but holds him there. Goodman attempt to drop Murph to his back, but a kick to the head from Murph staggers Goodman. Murph squirms his way free, then lifts Goodman onto his own shoulders
Daniel: Now Murph’s got him up
Max: And he doesn’t look afraid
Dan Murph connects with the Cyclone. Murph with the cover
One…
Two…
Three…
Mina: Here is your winner… Dan Murph!
Daniel: Murph with the huge upset
Max: And Murph moves on in the ToC
Daniel: Tough loss there for Brock Goodman
Max: That's right
Dnaiel: Ok Max. I did what you asked for this match. "Be the dumb guy so I can impress the girl in the audience" Now where's my money?...
We come backstage to the now familiar buffet table, this time with a sign saying “Bees not welcome.” The usual assortment of motley characters are gathered round helping themselves to sandwiches and other assorted goodies, but there doesn’t appear to be any chicken this week. Super Sexy Girl walks into shot, and moves towards the table, grabbing the plate. As she moves down the table, she bumps into someone and drops her plate. She looks up and sees Jokester standing there, plate in one hand, clipboard in the other.
Jokester: Ah, glad I bumped into you, pun utterly intended. I was wondering if perhaps I could canvas you on some issues. Polls are showing that as far as women are concerned, I seem to be going down a lot. Might have something to do with that pubic lice incident a few weeks back. What issues matter to you as far as this country is concerned?
Super Sexy Girl: Ummm, I suppose the war would be one!
Jokester: Indeed, indeed, but I don’t think I can really get between you and your boyfriend. Best you sort that one out on your own.
Super Sexy Girl: No, I meant the war in….
Jokester: Very good. Thank you for your time, I really must be going. Remember to tick the box for John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster on your ballot, and if it isn’t there, just write it in!
Super Sexy Girl stares after Jokester perplexed, then turns and sees Royal Knight enter the room. She quickly turns on her heels and walks off after Jokester, shouting that she wants to compare notes on their match last week.
Daniel: We're running out of time here this evening folks, so let's just get straight down to business with our main event.
Daniel: Well folks, up next we have our final match of the evening, and what a match it promises to be. We have JMC representing Royalty going up against David Nicolls, representing the One’s newly formed group!
Max: *Ahem* Resistance 2.0!
Daniel: Shaddup Max! Whenever the name is announced, you can bet your ass it wont be Resistance 2.0!
Max: Yeah right!
Daniel: Regardless, we have David Nicolls potentially moving himself right up the ladder IF he can defeat JMC here tonight!
Max: C’mon! Do you honestly see that happening?!
Daniel: It all depends Max. David Nicolls could pull off one hell of an upset here tonight.
Max: That’s a hell of a lot of ‘potentials’ and ‘could-dos’ Danny boy!
Daniel: I know it is. Just imagine, for a second at least, that it is possible for Nicolls to pull of the upset tonight. Think of the effect that will have on the Royalty. One of, if not the, best member of Royalty taken out by a relative nobody.
Max: Well, since you put it that way…
Daniel: Nicolls has everything to gain and nothing to lose tonight.
Max: Then what is JMC’s motivation in this match?
Daniel: Obvious. Prove to the world that the One and his new group cannot succeed where Resistance failed. So JMC has a lot riding in this match as well Max. The humiliation of Royalty at the hands of the One and his group could happen tonight, or Royalty might show the world that they are unstoppable.
Max: I like that. The way you just spun it, this could be a more important than a title match! Day-um, I wanna get this match underway now!
Daniel: Well Max, I think your wish is about to come true, Mina is just getting up!
Max: Phwoar, she can get me up…
Daniel: Shaddup Max!
The shot moves to Mina Henderson as she gets to her feet and grabs a mic before heading over to ringside. She climbs the steps and enters the ring between the first and second ropes. She then walks to the middle of the ring and b rings the mic up to her lips.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your WPW Main Event and it is scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, from Dubbo, Australia and weighing in at an even 250lbs, he is DAVID NICOLLS!
‘Hearts on Fire’ hits and out comes David, hair sopping wet behind his head, acting far too enthusiastic to be good for himself. He rushes to the left and the right of the stage before rushing down one side of the ramp, immediately grabbing and slapping hands, screaming illegible words that sound somewhat like "COME ON!". He hits the ringside area and after one lap around the ring, he jumps up to the apron, poses momentarily to the crowd with both fists clenched at shoulder height, then he enters the ring and gets ready for his match, still far too enthusiastic for his own good. He is doing laps around the ring psyching up the audience!
Daniel: Well… Nicolls has a lot of energy!
Max: What? He is making a fool of himself!
Daniel: Whatever you say Max, but the crowd are really getting behind this man!
Max: Well, we will see what the crowd thinks of the guy when Cassius comes down and takes him to school!
After a few moments of watching Nicolls charging around the ring, Mina raises the mic to her lips to announce his opponent. Nicolls spots this and stops suddenly, awaiting the arrival of JMC.
Mina: And his opponent, representing Royalty, he weighs in at 195lbs…
Upon hearing just how much JMC weighs, Nicolls falls about the ring laughing like a crazy man! After a few moments, he composes himself and extends his hand, palm up, towards Mina, as if to say “Continue!” Mina raises her eyebrows and finishes JMC’s introduction.
Mina: *Ahem* He weighs in at 195lbs and hails from Bad Segeberg, Germany. This is JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!
"Kashmir" begins to play. As the Violins begin their Riff, out comes James Moriarty Cassius. He motions in front of the crowd and smirks his arrogant smirk at them. He looks like he is about to walk down the ramp, but before he does so, he points to the curtain and the Judge comes out from the back, taunting to the booing crowd! JMC and The Judge then make their way to ringside. As the music hits its high point, JMC climbs up to the apron and leans against the ropes, holding his arms out in front of him and at the crowd, as Judge walks around the ring, not taking his eyes off of Nicolls. JMC then ducks into the ring and spins on the spot, his arms outstretched once more. JMC walks over to David Nicolls and stares at him for a few moments before backing up into a corner. The ref takes this opportunity to dash over to the ropes nearest Judge and warn him against any altercation in this match.
Daniel: The ref is telling the Judge straight here, no interference or your outta here!
Max: Would the Judge really interfere in this match up? JMC has it in the bag!
Daniel: If that’s the case, why is Judge even out here?
Max: Cos he is JMC’s tag team partner! That’s like you coming out to do commentary on your own! It would be boring!
Daniel: So… You’re saying JMC is boring?
Max: What? No! Never! …
The ref finishes having words with Judge before turning to face JMC and Nicolls. Nicolls and JMC then advance towards each other and the ref signals for the opening bell to sound.
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
JMC and Nicolls get closer to each other and Nicolls raises his arms, looking for a collar-and-elbow-tie-up, but JMC uses his wits and ducks behind David before slapping him in the back of the head. Nicolls quickly turns to face JMC who drops to his knees, begging Nicolls off. However, as Nicolls steps towards JMC, Cassius quickly scoots between his legs before kicking Nicolls in the back of his right knee, causing Nicolls to stumble forwards and drop to one knee. JMC quickly gets to his feet while Nicolls is still down on one knee and dashes over behind Nicolls. Cassius manoeuvres to the side of Nicolls, while still slightly behind him, brings his leg up and swiftly kicks Nicolls in the back of the head! David falls face first to the canvas and JMC turns him onto his back. He then drops down to pin Nicolls and the ref dives down to make the cover.
1… Kickout on one!
Cassius quickly gets to his feet as Nicolls gets up to his knees. Suddenly, Nicolls is wheezing for air as JMC kicks him right in the chest! JMC follows up with a second kick to the chest, causing Nicolls chest to turn redder. Cassius follows up with a third kick to Nicolls chest before stepping back, jumping into the air and connecting with a dropkick to Dave’s head! Nicolls slumps down to the canvas and JMC quickly covers him once again. The ref drops down to make the count…
1…
2… Nicolls kicks out!
Daniel: And JMC gets a two count that time on David Nicolls! That’s the second time JMC has tried to end it early here Max!
Max: And?
Daniel: I expected JMC to lay a hurting on Nicolls!
Max: So? JMC obviously wants to end this quickly to show that the One’s new group has no chance in hell of even getting off the ground!
JMC rises up to his knees and glares at the ref before moving up to his feet. JMC looks out at Judge who is simply looking on. Cassius then looks down at Nicolls as the bigger man struggles to get to his feet, while gasping for breath. JMC positions himself so that he is side-on to Nicolls and waits. Nicolls pushes himself up to all fours before rising up to his knees. At that point, JMC takes one step backwards and lifts his right leg, before swinging it towards Nicolls chest… But Nicolls blocks the kick! The crowd pop slightly as JMC tries a second kick, but Nicolls blocks it once more! The crowd pop again as JMC tries a third kick… Nicolls gets his arms up and across his chest… But JMC drives a stiff kick right into Nicolls forehead! JMC follows the kick with a spin and back to a vertical base. JMC then dashes to Nicolls head and quickly drops a leg across his throat! Nicolls gasps for breath and rolls onto his stomach before pushing himself up to his knees, his hand still around his throat as he struggles to breath. JMC quickly moves to his feet and waits for Nicolls to get to his. Nicolls moves up to his feet and JMC dashes towards him, leaps into the air and lands in a sitting position atop Nicolls shoulders. Nicolls is taken aback by the sudden appearance of a 195lb man on his shoulders and stumbles backwards slightly, and this moment of off-balance is just what JMC needed as Cassius takes Nicolls down with a hurracanrana! Nicolls hits the canvas and skids slightly before rolling onto his stomach. He pushes himself up to all fours before moving up to his feet and turning to face JMC, who once more dashes towards him and leaps into the air, quickly wrapping his legs around the neck of Nicolls and taking him down with a quicker hurracanrana. Nicolls lands hard on his head, though he is back to his feet rather quickly… Only to reveal he is suffering from a variation of being punch-drunk as he stumbles forwards. JMC moves up behind Nicolls as Nicolls suddenly turns around. Nicolls notices JMC and throws an erratic right hand that Cassius easily ducks, which he follows up with a quick kick to the midsection, doubling Nicolls over. JMC wraps his arm around the neck of Nicolls and quickly drops to the canvas, driving Nicolls face first into the canvas with a DDT! JMC gets to his knees and rolls Nicolls onto his back before covering him and hooking the near leg. The ref drops down to make the count…
1…
2…
… NO!! Nicolls gets his shoulder up after a looong two count!
Daniel: That was a very long two count Max!
Max: Your telling me! JMC should have had it there and then!
Daniel: Well, he didn’t, did he? Nicolls is showing us he can go toe to toe with the greats!
Max: Toe to toe? So far he has had his ass kicked by JMC!
Daniel: …
Max: Exactly!
JMC gets to his knees and slaps the canvas three times, obviously angry that he didn’t get the pin. He glares at the ref as he rises to his feet. He then looks down at Nicolls who is just starting to show signs of life, moving slightly on the canvas. JMC looks over at the nearest corner and stomps down directly onto Nicolls forehead before advancing towards the corner. Nicolls rolls onto his stomach before pushing himself up to his knees. He has his back to JMC as he briefly scans the ring and moves up to his feet. He once more looks around the ring before turning on the spot… Only to be greeted with the sight of JMC flying towards him, cross-body style! However, Nicolls shows some quick thinking and drops down to his stomach, meaning JMC totally misses him and crashes down to the canvas!
Daniel: And some quick thinking there from Nicolls may have just saved this match for him!
Max: C’mon! He is a damned Australian! He can’t think quickly!
Nicolls is much quicker in getting to his feet this time, and as he does so, Judge climbs up onto the apron, getting Nicolls attention. Nicolls dashes over to the Judge and immediately bows his head, ducking the right hand TJ threw at him and driving his shoulder into the gut of the Judge! Judge doubles over and falls to the arena floor, but the distraction was enough for JMC to recover. Cassius slowly gets to his feet as Nicolls turns to face him. Nicolls slowly walks towards JMC as JMC slowly walks towards him. Nicolls then dashes forwards, catching JMC unaware with a fast and powerful clothesline! However, JMC quickly rolls to his knees and moves up to his feet and turns to face Nicolls, only to be taken down with a quick arm drag! Though JMC is quick to return to his feet. He turns to face Nicolls as Nicolls quickly extends his arm and takes JMC down with a second arm drag. This arm drag keeps JMC down a little longer than the last one, but he is still quick to his feet… Only to be taken down a third time by a third straight arm drag! JMC skids along the canvas briefly before rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up to his knees and moving up to his feet. However, before he even knows what’s happening, Nicolls is all over him and takes him down with a hard hip toss! JMC’s back arches as he hits the canvas.
Daniel: And Nicolls explodes here with three straight arm-drags and a hip toss!
Max: Oh… Look at the way his back is arched; something tells me he is hurting!
Daniel: You might be right Max, but I think Nicolls might be looking to lay some pain of his own upon JMC right now!
Nicolls starts playing to the crowd as JMC struggles up to a vertical base. Nicolls advances towards JMC and turns him around so they are face to face. Nicolls punches JMC right in the jaw before whipping him to the corner and following up with a running clothesline! Nicolls backs up as JMC stumbles forwards and out of the corner, only to be shoved hard in the chest by Nicolls and end up back in the corner. Nicolls follows this up with a second hard clothesline to JMC before turning him around so that JMC is facing the corner. Nicolls grabs the back of JMC’s and stares out at Judge, who is banging the apron, trying to get some life back into JMC. Judge glares at Nicolls, who simply glares back at him before pulling JMC’s head backwards…
Max: He’s pulling the hair!
Daniel: *Sigh* If he was, the ref woulda said something, right?!
Nicolls then drives JMC’s face into the top turnbuckle! Nicolls pulls back once again and drives JMC face first into the top turnbuckle once more! Nicolls releases his grip on JMC and takes a few steps backwards, allowing JMC to do the same. Nicolls then bows his head and places it between JMC’s legs befire hoisting Cassius up and onto his shoulders, electric chair drop style. Before Cassius can even react though, Nicolls acts, and instead of falling backwards and connecting with an electric chair drop, Nicolls brings his arms up and pushes Cassius off of his shoulders. Cassius drops nearly six-foot before colliding with the top turnbuckle, face first! Nicolls backs up away from Cassius as JMC stumbles backwards and out of the corner, only to be hoisted up by Nicolls, sidewalk slam style… Nicolls turns from the corner, extends his knee and drives Cassius down across his knee with a nasty back breaker! Cassius rolls off of Nicolls knee and immediately arches his back, obviously in considerable pain. Nicolls then gets to a stable vertical base and advances towards JMC, where he reaches down and forces Cassius up to his feet. Nicolls immediately throws JMC’s arm over his shoulder and positions for a vertical Suplex. Nicolls then hoists JMC up vertical before bringing him down hard. Nicolls quickly releases JMC and gets to his feet, before reaching down and forcing JMC up to his feet. Nicolls quickly kicks JMC in the gut, doubling him over. Nicolls then wraps both arms around JMC’s midsection and hoists him into the air, his back across his shoulder. Nicolls then drops to his knees connecting with a back-breaker ala the ‘Train Wreck’! JMC slumps to the canvas facedown, and Nicolls rolls Cassius onto his back before covering him. The ref dives down to make the count…
1…
2… JMC gets a shoulder up!
Daniel: Amazing offensive moves there from Nicolls, each targeting JMC’s back!
Max: I know, I’m starting to worry about Cassius right now!
Daniel: And I think Judge is too, judging by that look on his face!
The Judge does indeed have a worried look etched across his face, as Nicolls is first to his feet. He then reaches down and once more forces JMC up to his feet. However, JMC is a little off balance, so Nicolls merely bows his head and pops JMC onto his shoulder before walking over to the nearest corner. Nicolls sits JMC on the top turnbuckle, punches him in the face and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Nicolls is obviously looking for a super-plex here as he places JMC’s arm over his shoulder. However, Nicolls is knocked off balance as JMC unexpectedly fights back, delivering a hard right hand to the ribs of Nicolls. JMC repeats this, throwing fists into Nicolls ribs, and it pays off as Nicolls falls to the canvas. However, Nicolls lands on his feet, a little winded, and backs away from the corner. Cassius takes the opportunity and gets to his feet on the top turnbuckle. He glances down at Nicolls before leaping from the top turnbuckle and hurtling towards Nicolls. JMC twists in midair and looks to connect with a cross-body… But Nicolls catches Cassius! With Cassius trapped in Nicolls arms, the two form a cross shape. Nicolls then drops Cassius across his knee, hitting a modified back breaker/rib breaker! Nicolls reacts quickly and lowers JMC to the canvas so that his is face to face with JMC… Nicolls then grabs Cassius, lifts him and drives him to the canvas with a huge spine buster! Nicolls drops down to make the cover and the ref drops down to make the count, but suddenly notices Judge on the apron! The ref gets to his feet and dashes over to TJ, arguing with him. Finally, the ref gets Judge down from the apron and turns to face Nicolls and JMC, and Nicolls still has JMC covered!
Daniel: C’mon ref! Nicolls had this match won there and then!
Max: The Judge saw to that though, didn’t he? Haha!
The ref dashes over and slides down to make the count.
1…
2…
THR… NO!! JMC gets a shoulder up at the last possible second!
Daniel: NO!
Max: Cassius just kicked out of a lot of strong moves from Nicolls!
Daniel: You think he would have kicked out if Judge hadn’t interefered?!
Max: …
Nicolls gets to his feet and looks at the ref, before looking out to Judge, who has a smile across his face. Nicolls then turns his attention to JMC, who is just showing signs of life as he rolls onto his stomach. Nicolls backs up slightly as JMC gets to all fours before moving up to his knees. JMC then gets to his feet, but he is doubled over. Nicolls smiles and slaps his thigh, signalling for a high knee. The ref then turns his back to Nicolls as he checks on JMC and Nicolls charges to the ropes… But unfortunately he runs right to the ropes nearest TJ! Judge quickly reaches in and grabs Nicolls ankle, causing him to fall flat on his face! The crowd boo heavily as Nicolls gets to his feet. He turns to face the Judge and points at him, screaming obscenities. Meanwhile. Cassius has straightened up and is slowly walking over to Nicolls, who is still screaming at the Judge. It is only when the Judge notices Cassius getting closer to Nicolls that he backs away from the apron. Nicolls then turns to face JMC… And is met with a devastating super kick! Nicolls drops to the canvas and JMC backs away from him, waiting. Nicolls isn’t down long from the superkick, but he has to use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, and as he begins pulling himself up to his feet, JMC drops to one knee and calls the referee over, complain that his back is hurting. JMC positions himself so that the ref’s back is to Nicolls and as Nicolls slowly pulls himself up to his feet, the Judge slides into the the ring! Judge measures Nicolls and as soon as Nicolls stands straight up, Judge kicks him in the gut and delivers the Judgement DDT! The crowd erupt into boo’s as Judge slides out of the ring!
Daniel: Would ya look at that? Judge just hit Nicolls with the Judgement DDT!
Max: Yeah, and poor old JMC can’t do anything about it!
All of a sudden, JMC straightens up! He dashes over to the face down David Nicolls and he drags him to the middle of the ring. JMC has a hard time doing it though.
Daniel: Uh huh, like that wasn’t planned out!
Max: What? It’s an amazing recovery!
Daniel: Yeah, right!
JMC finally drags Nicolls into the middle of the ring and rolls him onto his back.
Daniel: Woah… Nicolls looks like he is out of it now! Where the hell is 2? Or anyone else for that matter?
Cassius then manoeuvres to Nicolls legs and grabs both of his ankles. JMC lifts his legs into the air and steps through before locking in the Cassius Sharpshooter! The referee drops down in front of Nicolls and asks him if he wants to quit. When Nicolls doesn’t respond, the ref grabs Nicolls right arm and lifts it into the air. He releases and it drops once…
The ref raises it a second time and releases… It drops again…
The ref grabs Nicolls arm and raises it a third time… He releases… And Nicolls arm drops to the canvas! The ref quickly gets to his feet and signals for the bell!
Daniel: NO WAY! Not like that!
Max: This is brilliant! JMC just made Nicolls submit!
Daniel: Oh please!
DING!
DING!
DING!
Mina gets to her feet and grabs a nearby mic.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…
The Judge dashes over to Mina and puts his hand over the mic. He whispers something into her ear and she shakes her head. Judge whispers something else and a little colour drains from Mina’s face as Judge removes his hand from the mic. Judge is heard shouting ‘SAY IT!’ to Mina as she brings the mic up to her lips once more.
Mina: *Coughs* Here is your winner… Mina shakes her head. By submission… JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!!
Judge smiles evilly at Mina before turning to face the ring, where JMC is only just releasing Nicolls from the Sharpshooter.
Daniel: This was a farce! Nicolls had this match won until Judge interfered!
Max: The ref can’t call what he doesn’t see!
Daniel: Still…
Max: Cant call!
Daniel: Well folks, this is sure to have some repercussions, especially for the Judge! Can you imagine how pissed off Nicolls is going to be when he recovers?
Max: I don’t think Judge has anything to worry about! It’s David Nicolls! And he has no friends! Tonight proved that!
Daniel: Yeah… Where the hell were Nicolls running buddies? The newly formed group that was supposed to rise up against the Royalty?
Max: Didn’t I tell ya? That new group had no chance from the beginning! I guess they knew that the moment Judge accompanied JMC to the ring tonight!
Daniel: Still… Nicolls is gonna want to kill someone after tonight! And I wouldn’t want to be that someone! Anyway folks, for Max Stockton, I am Daniel Justice! Goodnight everyone!
Judge enters the ring and with JMC standing over Nicolls fallen body, Judge raises JMC’s hand. Judge and JMC demand that the ref then raise their hands and he does so. The shot dramatically zooms out showing JMC and Judge standing over David Nicolls with their hands raised in victory, before fading to black.