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11-21-2007, 06:34 AM
Tuesday night turmoil opens with action from last week, showing Royalty’s failed ambush of Scorch. Once the highlights stop, the screen splits in two, one half showing the Royalty locker room, faces full of anger and JMC pacing the room. The other shows the Resistance locker room, where the Parker Adams and Dreamer are full of smiles as Scorch pats them on the pack and calls them in for a huddle.
Daniel: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Turmoil. What we saw there was the latest incident as the battle between Royalty and Resistance heats up, and one has to wonder what fall out there will be tonight, if any!
Max: well, you can bet your bottom dollar SOMETHING is going to go down, because all week Royalty have had to listen to taunts about backing down from Resistance when they were confronted last week.
Daniel: And on top of that, we have Scorch in another number one contender’s match, Resistance’s newest member, Mike Adams, teams up with Jamie Parker to take on the former number one contenders in D&D and the tournament of champions continues live here tonight. With all that still to come, let’s get straight down to business with our opening match, and this one isn’t short of rivalry either following on from incidents that took place last week.
Daniel: I’m not sure about this match coming up now. It’s the Royal Knight versus Super Sexy Girl.
Max: That’s the man who used to be known as Stallion versus his formerly eager young filly. Unfortunately there has been a parting of the ways and now…….well, they hate each others guts.
Daniel: I just think relationship counseling is more appropriate than ten minutes in a wrestling ring but Carlos Gonzalez, the man in charge, feels that this tragic story of young love gone wrong should be exposed for our entertainment right here tonight in Montgomery Alabama.
Max: There’s a man who knows what the paying public wants, God bless him.
Daniel: I’m sure he’s delighted that you’ve got his back, Max.
The PA hums into life…
Mina: Opening the show tonight, this contest is an intergender match between……approaching the ring at a weight of 215 lbs and hailing from Dallas, Texas, he is the Royal Knight!
‘E-pro’ by Beck cranks up the volume and the Royal Knight bathes in the golden cascade of sparks from the pyro.
Max: I bet this isn’t the first time that he’s had a golden shower in his dealings with Super Sexy Girl.
Daniel: Stop it.
RK makes his way to the ring, climbs the turnbuckle and makes the X sign to the general dissatisfaction of the crowd. Spotting an attractive woman in the front row, he come to the ropes and indicates that he wants her phone number. She gives him the finger instead. RK shrugs it off and flexes some muscles.
Mina: His opponent, weighing in at a very svelte 100 lbs and hailing from Travis County, Texas, Super……Sexy……..Girl!!!!!
Max: 100 lbs? The Royal Knight’s dick must weigh more than that.
Daniel: Classy, Max, as always.
‘My humps, my humps, my lovely lady bumps’ replaces Beck on the PA and SSG works the crowd like only she can. As she gets ringside, the girl that caught RK’s eye calls her over and writes her phone number on a slip of paper before slipping it into the breast pocket of SSG’s open button shirt. She obviously cops a feel while doing this and sniffs her fingers afterwards. The crowd goes wild.
Max: Woo! I didn’t know SSG leaned that way!
Daniel: Well, she’s a modern gal and I guess that’s just how modern gals operate these days.
The Star Spangled Banner suddenly fills the air, sounding like the fifty first airborne taking on a whole precinct of police cars and Jokester emerges wearing a Richard Nixon mask. He wears a large rosette which reads ‘Ster ‘08’ and has on the back of his pinstripe business suit ‘I am not a crook’ written in luminous ink. He does a politician style wave as he comes down the ramp and takes a position beside Max and Daniel.
Daniel: Well, we’re joined here by the man who will be president if too many people take leave of their senses next November, Mr John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster, better known to us here at WPW as Jokester. What brings you ringside tonight?
Jokester: Well, I’m here to scout out my next opponent in the Tournament of Champions and, with Super Sexy Girl in the ring tonight, I’m here to call on this government to allow votes for women, Daniel. For too long women in this country have been treated like third class citizens and it’s time they were upgraded to second class at least. Let them vote, say I. Most of them will be too busy in the kitchen but it’s only fair that they’re given the opportunity.
Daniel: Women have had the vote for over a hundred years.
Jokester: There you go. Jokester speaks and the nation listens. What a pity they’ve taken so long about it.
SSG enters the ring where referee Todd Franklin calls the two wrestlers together for some last minute instructions. SSG stares out RK, the look on her face suggesting that the Knight had just let rip a refried bean and Guinness fart. Franklin calls for the bell…
Ding Ding
…and SSG starts with a vicious rake to the eyes, her long nails creating some marks around the sockets. Franklin warns her straight off but calls for wrestling to begin. RK dabs at his wounded eye and hits SSG with a kick to the midsection as she comes in for a tie-up. RK finishes with his eye and launches a huge clothesline but SSG ducks and uses the ropes to bounce into a hand spring then a back elbow as RK turns again. He goes flat on the seat of his pants and SSG goes to the first rope to call for some crowd support.
Daniel: Super Sexy Girl appealing for some support from the crowd there. I think they’ll be on her side. The former Stallion has lost a lot of respect through his joining Royalty and then his mistreatment of women.
Max: Bit like Diablo then?
Daniel: What are you talking about, Max. Diablo doesn’t mistreat women.
Jokester: You’re right. He couldn’t lay a hand on the Bees during Live this week.
Max: Well, I happen to know that these two blubber mountains are really teamsters in a dress.
Jokester: Oooh, Max. You’re a dead man. Let me know where to send the flowers.
SSG goes for a double axe-handle from the first rope but RK catches her with a hand round her throat. He changes position then delivers a Russian leg sweep and SSG’s head bounces off the mat. She lies still and The Knight goes to the turnbuckle and kisses his necklace.
Daniel: Oh, oh. This one’s over already if he lands the Showdown.
Royal Knight goes for the moonsault, his arms stretched out, but perhaps waits a second too long as he pause, taking in the sight of Super Sexy Girl stretched out on the canvas before him. He launches………but SSG rolls aside at the last second and RK bounces off bare mat.
Max: No-one home!
Daniel: That’s you fined $5 on the cliché count.
SSG is first to rise and puts on an arm bar. As Royal Knight gets to his feet to try to extricate himself, she hits him with a chick kick and he goes flying to the outside. Todd Franklin starts a quick count…..
1........2…....3…….4…….5……6……..7…….8…
Royal Knight scrambles back in to avoid the count out and glares at Franklin who shrugs and indicates that he should get on with the bout. SSG moves in for a tie up but RK floors her straight away with a hip toss and then maintains a head lock. He gets her to her feet and switches into a Neckbreaker. SSG writhes about on the mat for a few seconds then, as RK moves in for further punishment, shuffles to the corner on her rear. Royal Knight laughs mirthlessly then slaps SSG across the face. She feels her cheek and sticks a tongue in the corner of her mouth, suggesting that she tastes some blood. Jokester takes his headset off and comes ringside where Todd Franklin leans over the ropes. They seem to chat happily and Franklin is not in a hurry to return to the match. Royal Knight draws back a hand to slap the other cheek but finds his hand caught by…….Justin Dreamer!
Dreamer wags his finger to say ‘No, I told you last week’ to RK and grabs him for the Whynd (sit-out spinebuster slam) then rolls out of the ring.
Super Sexy Girl covers as Todd Franklin foolishly leans through the ropes to shake Jokester’s hand……and ends up with a trademark hand buzz.
Dreamer exits the ropes and calls on Franklin to count. Franklin slides into position….
1…………..
2………….
Thr………..No!!!!! The Royal Knight gets a shoulder up
Daniel: Oooooh! Super Sexy Girl nearly had it there thanks to intervention from both Jokester and Justin Dreamer. Did that look like a set-up double team interference to you, Max?
Max: It did indeed, Daniel. Let’s ask Jokester.
Jokester returns to the announce table and replaces his head set.
Daniel: Well, Jokester, did that go as planned?
Jokester: Don’t know what you’re talking about, Daniel. Any honorable male would have done the same thing for a lady in distress – which explains why you two were sat there jerking off to your Hillary Clinton pictures.
Max: Hey! That’s libelous! ……….it’s Giuliani for me.
Jokester: What? They’re posting topless pictures of him too now? Max, you disgust me, and it takes a lot to disgust Jokester.
Max:…………………….
Royal Knight rolls away shakily the stares out Justin Dreamer as he stands ringside. Super Sexy Girl hits him with a forearm smash then an arm drag as he rebounds from the rope. She gets up and drops an elbow but RK has regained some strength after the near fall and he kips up quickly then Scoop Slams SSG to the mat. He straddles her as she lies and she throws a few pathetic slaps at him which bounce off without damage. RK grabs her wrists and pushes them to the mat above her head. He leans over her, breathing heavily and she turns her head away. They stay like this for a few seconds while Todd Franklin and Justin Dreamer draw a little closer in case of any serious injury that RK may cause to SSG.
SSG turns her face towards the Knight and they exchange eye contact.
They kiss……..…passionately.
Jokester: Well now I’ve got wood. Anyone else?
The pair roll on the mat in a close embrace, their hands exploring each others bodies. SSG’s shirt comes off her shoulders. Todd Franklin looks confused for a minute but eventually calls for the bell.
Ding Ding
Mina: Referee Todd Franklin has declared this match a no-contest!
Daniel: ………..um……….well……..that’s a first for WPW – a no-contest in somewhat controversial circumstances. We’ll be………er…….right back as soon as we can get Royal Knight and Super Sexy Girl out of the ring. Max? Any comment?
Max: No.
Daniel: Jokester?
Jokester: *sigh* I love a happy ending.
Daniel: Okey dokey everybody, we need to go backstage where Amy White is standing by with the Masterful one, Michael Karver!
Amy: Thanks Daniel. Mr. Karver, next week you have a match to advance to the quarter finals against a man who you just beat this Sunday on Live, Mike Foxx. How do you feel going into this match.
Karver: You kidding? Mike Foxx is lucky to have gotten into the tournament at all, it’s a miracle he somehow floated into round two. What piece of loser trash did he defeat to get there? Regardless, no, I’m not worried. Mike Foxx has about the same chance of beating me as The Resistance has of keeping the same members for a month. No, I am anything but worried about that loser Foxx, but later tonight my next round opponent will be decided. That’s right, tonight I get to find out I’m facing 2 in the next round.
Amy: But what about Dan Murph?
Karver: Who?
Amy: Dan Murph, 2’s opponent?
Karver: …Who? Listen Amy I’m focusing on what will happen, not what might happen, and we all know Dan Murph doesn’t have what it takes to reach his potential, but 2 does and so this message is for him.
Karver turns to the camera.
Karver: 2, study my tapes, watch my matches, and prepare for me because I guarantee when it’s all said and done, and we square off in the ring, you’ll wish you had. Oh yes 2, Mr. Hardcore, I’m throwing a challenge up there for WHEN our match happens, not if, we make it a submission match. Get back to me, or better yet get back to SiNN, he has nothing better to do. C’mon wheels.
Masterful Michael Karver walks off as the camera pans to SiNN looking confused in his chair.
Daniel: Ladies and gentlemen we’ll be right back and that match is next!
The Royal Knight and Super Sexy Girl are talking on a bench backstage.
SSG: Well, that was a little……embarrassing.
RK: Yeah, don’t know what came over me………..anyway, you’ve got a new guy now?
SSG: Yeah, he runs the used car lot we wrestled in a few weeks ago. Nice guy. You’d like him. He never watches the wrestling so I think we’ll be OK.
RK: Maybe it’s time I moved on too. A coupl’a the girls have been giving me their numbers so……..you never know.
SSG: Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to look far for female company….
Her eyes and the camera drift upwards to behind RK where we see Tina Bee licking her lips and grinding her hips in a suggestive manner, her crotch at the Knight’s nose level. He turns, looks into Tina’s eyes and gives a little whimper.
Daniel: Are you ready for this one?
Max: Are you kidding me? I can’t wait for this to start
Daniel: The next match in the ToC is about to start, with two men looking like they could take it all the way to the bank
Max: Dan Murph and 2 one on one here tonight
Mina: The following contest is a second round match in the 2007 Tournament of Champions!
“Walking Through the Barbed Wire” hits the speakers, as 2 comes out, Hardcore title wrapped around his waist
Mina: Introducing first, the WPW Hardcore Champion… 2!
Daniel: The Hardcore champ, and could very possibly be the Florida champ after winning the number one contenders spot last week
Max: So, at least in theory, 2 could hold not only the Hardcore title and Florida title, but win the ToC and become heavyweight champion as well?
Daniel: That could be the case, and we’d have a triple title holder
Max: Wow, any other guy that would seem foolish, but 2 really seems as if he could hold all three for a very long time
“Becoming the Bull” replaces the barbed wire, as the big man Dan Murph bursts out full of energy
Mina: And his opponent… Dan Murph!
Daniel: Former number one contender to the heavyweight title Dan Murph, ready for action
Max: Another guy with big name success behind him
Daniel: That’s right. A former Florida state champion, and nearly the biggest man in the WPW lockerroom
Max: An interesting contrast of styles between Murph and 2
Daniel: How do you see this one turning out Max?
Max: Well, each man is very careful about picking apart his opponent. Murph has the size advantage, but 2 has the speed. Overall, I can see a very long, drawn out match between these two, putting their entire hearts out on show
Daniel: I can very easily agree with that. Folks, grab a few snacks, because this one plans on being an epic battle against two very worthy men
Max: Good idea. I’ll pick you up some Cheetos
Max leaves his announce set. Both men step through the ropes, eying each other down. The referee is about to signal for the bell, when 2 nails Murph with a superkick. Murph hits the mat cold, before the bell even rings. The ref looks down on the big man, then signals for the bell
One…
Two…
Three…
Mina: Here is your winner, and advancing in the Tournament of Champions… 2!
Daniel: I don’t believe it. With one quick shot, 2 knocked his opponent down and beat him. That has to have been record time. Folks, I am truly sorry for the over-hyping…
Max returns, with a box full of hot dogs, popcorn, and chip bags
Max: Alright, let’s get this baby… Oh what the hell?
Backstage Psymon Starks walks up to Diablo with a huge smirk spread across his face. Diablo looks up to Starks, then looks back down.
Psymon: Well, well, well.
Diablo: Piss off.
Psymon: Looks like someone just lost to the bees. What a shame.
Diablo: Really, go jump off a bridge or something.
Psymon: I have no reason to, I won on live.
Diablo: Whatever. What do you want?
Psymon: To challenge you. Mike Corral and I won last week, and this week I intend to team up with Mike Corral and beat you and whoever in God’s name wants to be your partner. Do you accept?
Diablo looks to Psymon.
Diablo: You and Corral?
Psymon: Me and Corral.
Diablo smirks.
Diablo: You don’t stand a chance…
Daniel: Next week on Live! Psymon Starks and Mike Corral verses Diablo and a partner to be named!
Daniel: We’re back from commercial break everybody. Just to give a brief update on a situation that happened over the weekend, WPW superstar Tank was indeed jumped outside of a local Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant which in turn led to both El Pollo and John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster showing up as well. Well, long story short, El Pollo took things to the extreme and ended up acting unprofessionally. We here at WPW would like to apologize for El Pollo’s actions, and wish him the best in his court case.
Max: Stupid chicken had it coming to him. I mean did you see the photograph someone took from the scene? What was his dog supposed to be dressed as? An egg?
Daniel: I have no idea Max. Anyway, up now we have a tag team match that could go a long way to determine the number one contenders to the tag team titles currently held by Royalty.
Max: You're right Dan, and these are two groups who have a little history with our tag team champions
Daniel: And who face off tonight
“Soldiers” plays, as Desmond Troy and David Nicolls make their way to the ring
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Desmond Troy and David Nicolls… D&D!
Max: Catchy
Jamie Parker and Mike Adams appear, with the unspecified music of the Resistance behind them
Mina: And their opponents. The team of Jamie Parker and Mike Adams… the Resistance!
Daniel: The newest member of Resistance in action tonight
Max: Let’s see what kind of addition he is
Adams and Desmond are chosen to start his match off. The bell rings and Adams slowly moves towards Troy. Desmond moves towards Adams quicker and ducks underneath an attempt at a forearm. Troy runs off the ropes and runs into Adams and then hits the mat, dropped from a shoulder block. Parker claps his hands on the outside, encouraging his partner while Nicolls stands, and leaning over the ropes looking at Troy picking himself back up off the mat. As Troy tries to get up Adams hits a clubbing blow to the back, knocking him down to a knee. Adams runs off the ropes and drops an elbow onto the back of Troy, taking him all the way down
Daniel: Mike Adams showing his experience in the ring there
Max: While David looks on
Daniel: Can these two men pull off the victory?
As soon is Troy is up he is met with a slow chop to the chest. Adams slows the pace down, hitting his chops slowly and methodically. Adams Irish whips Desmond. Troy comes off the ropes and slides underneath Adams. Troy hits a dropkick to the back of the knees, causing Adams to fall down on all fours. Troy makes the tag to Nicolls, who hits a slingshot knee drop to the back of the head of Adams. Nicolls goes for the quick cover
One…
Two… Kickout.
Daniel: D&D working as a coherent team out there
David picks up Adams by the head now to a standing position as David hits a knee up to Adams’s mid section before wrapping his arm around Adams’s head for a Snap Suplex. David stands up again and keeps hold of Adams again as he lifts him up for a second Suplex. David calls out for a third. He holds Adams in the air for a moment, but Adams counters this Suplex attempt with a DDT.
Daniel: Quick counter by Adams
Max: Mike taking advantage of a distracted Nicolls
Daniel: D&D has been distracted a lot this week
Max: So watch for Resistance to tear them apart
Mike Adams makes the cover
One...
Two… Broken up by Desmond Troy
Daniel: Some more of that teamwork coming into play
Max: Yeah, D&D is really on the same page tonight
Desmond stomps away, as Nicolls stands back up. Adams has been dragged to the corner, as David makes a tag to Desmond. He enters the ring and D&D double team Adams in the corner with kicks to the mid-section, which receives boos from the crowd. They keep hitting boot after boot on Adams’s mid-section before the ref breaks it up and David is sent back to the corner as Desmond picks up Adams now.
Max: Kinda hard to believe that last week these guys were feuding
Desmond drags Adams to the center of the ring as he goes behind Adams and grabs and locks his arms around Adams’s waist as he goes to lift Adams up for a German Suplex, but is suddenly met with repeated elbows to the head as Adams breaks out of the waist lock and twists around to grab Desmond’s head from behind a connect with a Neckbreaker.
Daniel: Hard shot by Adams there
Desmond rolls around on the floor for a moment as Adams wastes no time in grabbing Desmond and picking him up again as he is suddenly hit with a Jawbreaker by Desmond. Adams stumbles for a moment as Desmond slowly stands up, still a bit shaken from the Neckbreaker as he walks up behind Adams and grabs his legs, before lifting him up. He lifts Adams up, but Adams breaks out of it and lands on his feet as he gets quickly behind Desmond and grabs him from behind in a Full Nelson position, as Adams lifts Desmond to connect with a Full Nelson Slam, but Desmond suddenly counters it with an Armdrag. Troy looks to wrap his hands around Adams in a headlock, but Adams pushes Desmond away before he can. Desmond suddenly turns around and is met with a hard boot by Adams to the mid-section, who connects with another DDT. Adams with the cover
One…
Two… Kickout!
Daniel: And a kickout at two from Desmond Troy
Max: You’d think he’d want to end the match early, he’s got bigger fish to fry
Daniel: What do you mean?
Max: The man in Black
Daniel: Jokester?
Max: Did we just switch parts?
Daniel: I knew the punch line was coming
Mike looks over at Parker, who is wanting in the match. Adams crosses over for the tag, but is rolled up by Troy
One…
Two… Kickout!
Daniel: Quick pin attempt by Desmond Troy there
Max: Told you
Desmond moves to his corner now as he tags in David. He moves over to Adams and grabs him again as he looks to hit more Snap Suplexes on Adams like before as he puts his arm around Adams's head and lifts him up once, but Adams knows what to do this time as he lands on his feet behind Nicolls. He turns around quickly and kicks David in the back and grabs his head and connects with a Reverse DDT
Daniel: Mike did a lot of studying this week
Max: I thought it was only his team mates
Daniel: No, Adams watched as much as he could get his hands on
Max: Because he couldn’t get his hands on Jess
Daniel: Leave the cheap puns to the experts
David is now almost on his feet as Adams waits in a crouching position, ready to charge as David is now fully standing as he turns around and Adams runs at Nicolls. Adams looks for a spear, but Nicolls immediately ducks out of the way, as Adams crashes into the turnbuckle in his corner. Adams is mangled up in between the turnbuckle for a moment as a sudden slap is heard on the back of Adams
Daniel: Parker with a tag
Parker quickly enters the ring. Nicolls charges at Parker with a Clothesline, but Parker ducks, and as David turns around, he is suddenly met with a dropkick which sends him into the ropes. Parker runs at the ropes as he goes to connect with a flying Cross Body to Nicolls, but David ducks out of the way as Parker crashes against the ropes. Parker stumbles back for a moment as David runs up behind him and locks the waist quickly and throws Parker backwards in a German Suplex, but Parker lands on his feet as he wastes no time in hitting a another quick dropkick to the back of David, who stumbles towards the ropes and back as Parker suddenly pulls him backwards for a schoolboy
One…
Two…
Th… Kickout!
Daniel: High flying action by Jamie Parker
Max: Who is obviously not slowed down by the upcoming Turkey day
David and Parker are up on their feet now as they circle around each other as they both look to lock up. David goes in for the lock up, as does Parker, but suddenly, Parker slides under David’s legs, and as David turns around again, Parker goes for an Enziguiri, but David catches the leg. Parker almost immediately lifts up his other leg in the air with an another Enziguiri to connect with Nicoll’s head, but David ducks as Parker spins around. Nicolls grabs the back of Parker’s head, dropping it to the mat. Nicolls with the cover
One…
Two…
Thr… Kickout!
Daniel: Quick moves by these men out here tonight
Max: Well, Nicolls is a bit of a surprise to me
Daniel: You’d think his thetan levels were through the roof
Parker rolls to Adams and makes the tag. Both men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring, both move around still locked up as David moves Adams to a different corner of the ring as he pushes him into the turnbuckle. Nicolls hits a hard chop on Adams’s chest before climbing up to the top turnbuckle as he starts punching Adams on the head repeatedly
Max: I love this part
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
David goes for an eighth punch, but it is countered with a punch to the mid-section by Adams. Adams grabs Nicolls as he puts his legs on his shoulders and moves forward as he goes to hit a Powerbomb.
Daniel: Here it is
Max: UnstoppaBomb!
David is trying to stop the move as he punches Adams in the head again. Adams stumbles with the heavier man on top before David jumps off, making the tag on Desmond
Daniel: Quick tag by David Nicolls
Max: And Mike looks a little lost
Desmond Troy charges in, knocking the former heavyweight champion down with a clothesline. Adams stands back up, but gets knocked right back down with another. Desmond Troy is on fire, as Adams is knocked silly. Desmond Irish whips Adams into the ropes, and hits him with the kitchen sink as he comes back. Desmond waits for Adams to stand, calling him out
Daniel: This man is all fired up
Desmond gets tired of waiting, picking Mike Adams up off the mat. But Mike answers by driving his shoulder into the stomach of Troy, picking him off the mat into a spinebuster. Both men are down, with Adams crawling to the corner
Daniel: What a hit by Mike Adams!
Max: And the momentum has changed again
Desmond looks lost in his thoughts, as Mike has made it back to a standing position. Desmond makes it back to his feet, and Adams locks him up in the UnstoppaBomb
Max: Different man, second time’s a charm
Adams connects with the bomb. David Nicolls runs in, pounding on the back of the neck of Adams, Adams tries to push David off, but he is too much. Nicolls is about to finish off Mike Adams, when a quick kick to the head by Jamie Parker stops him. Parker hits Nicolls with the Substitution, as Mike Adams makes the pin
One…
Two…
Three…
Mina: Here are your winners… Mike Adams and Jamie Parker, the RESISTANCE!
As the Resistance music hits once again, Parker motions to the outside for Mina to pass him the mic. Mina hands the mic into the ring, and Parker grabs it waiting for the music to be cut.
Parker: Ok, now that we have the formality of that match out of the way, we want the champions and we want them next week. Hell, we want them right now.
The crowd cheers loudly at the thought, but there is no movement on the ramp to indicate that Parker and Adams are going to get their wish. Adams takes the opportunity to grab a mic for himself.
Parker: No bite, thought as much. Still, in spite of that, we aren’t going away Royalty. Every move you make, we’ll be there ahead of you. Every time you squirm your way out of facing us, we’ll just come back the next week and wait, and we’ll keep on waiting, because this fed, hell this state isn’t big enough for you to hide in forever. So, if my maths is correct, the law of averages states that you will be due to defend your titles again in 9 weeks time, and we’ll still be waiting then. Until then, let me give you a little message.
Our will to win, our determination and persistence
Will ensure the titles make their way to Resistance.
You continue to hide, we’ll just continue to hunt
Until we take down The Judge and that slimy Cassius cun…….
Parker is stopped by Hurt’s “Fall Apart,” as Carlos Gonzalez makes his way to the stage, microphone already in hand.
Adams: Ah, here he is. The Mouth of the South of the border, Carlos Gonzalez. What can we do for you Carlos? Let me guess, you want us to stop by the garage and pick up some more grease for your hair? Or maybe you’d like us to take out some competition in the lawn mowing business. Hell knows, you can’t really rely on your Royal cronies to be up for a fight.
Carlos: How dare you! I am 100% American, born and raised in San Diego California!
Parker: Sure, I’m American too. Hell, I’m sure Osama Bin Laden is as well. We’re all American!
Carlos: You know Parker, for a man who likes to run his mouth a lot, you sure like to talk the talk, but have you got the walk to accompany it? History suggest not. Was it not Royalty who deposed you as tag team champion to begin with?
Parker: you want to see if I can walk the walk? Fine, make the match then. Resistance vs Royalty next week, titles on the line!
Carlos: Ok Parker, I’ll bite. Next week you’ll get your shot at a champ, but it won’t be a tag match. It won’t even be against a tag champion. Next week, you will face the WPW hardcore champion, 2.
Parker looks confused in the ring as Adams turns to look at him. Carlos turns round on the ramp, but stops just before he goes through the curtain.
Carlos: Oh and Parker, just to clarify, the title will NOT be on the line.
Max: 2 vs Parker next week, that should be some battle.
Daniel: Yes, but why? 2 and Parker have no beef with each other.
Max: Simple really. Carlos wants to turn as many people as possible against Resistance. He also wants them taken out, and who better to do that than the hardcore champion?
Daniel: I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out next week. Join us when we come back.
Amy: Welcome back to Tuesday Night Turmoil everybody. I’m standing here with a man who claims that he is out to save WPW from that which was killing it, Mr. Gunnar Brian. Gunnar, tell me, what exactly was killing WPW? Was El Pollo Negro that much of a threat?
Gunnar looks at Amy.
Gunnar: Yes, and I’ll tell you why. No he wasn’t going to be beating anyone, except for maybe Al Gore. El Pollo Negro was the core of what was wrong with WPW in that he spent every week on our television sets. Sure the people watched his spots. Yeah the initial El Pollo Negro open challenge had some of the best ratings we’d ever seen. But what about since then Amy?
Amy: …Um…?
Gunnar: Since then it’s been a downward spiral. El Pollo was fun, sure, but look at the long term effects. Look at the product now, and how many fans we’ve lost. Even aside from the fans, just take a long hard look at the fed in general. Not as sparkly as it was a few months ago is it?
Amy: …Uh…
Gunnar: How many wrestlers spots did we have to replace in the Tournament of Champions? How many people have quit in the past three months? Just like the WWE lost it’s stars when the product turned to crap, we lost our edge when we decided to push a giant black chicken over people who actually deserved it.
Amy: Well…
Gunnar: No, don’t speak Amy. A change is coming, and instead of abandoning WPW like everyone else, I’m here to save it. Everyone has two choices. Either rally behind me, or get used to choking on my dust, because the WPW we’ve been forced to accept these past few months, is over…
Gunnar walks off camera and the cameras go to the ring.
Daniel: Here we go folks, it's been a long time coming but The Judge finally has his second round opponent for the Tournament of Champions.
Max: Yeah, I mean at first it was Dust, then it was Nick, then it was Dust again. Then Dust quit, and quite honestly it got confusing as hell for all of us.
Daniel: But last week the Invitational took place and The Main Man emerged victorious.
Daniel: An underdog according to some people, but you can't discount Maddox's skills no matter which persona he is using. Let's go to the ring.
As Mina begins speaking the entire arena darkens and the tron begins to flash 12:00. "Forgive Me" starts up and a yellow spotlight is shown at the stage and The Judge is there preening for the fans as his tag team title belt can be seen through the overcoat.
Max: Here he comes, one half of the tag team champions and a member of Royalty!
Daniel: Speaking of that I hope we don't have a slew of run-ins here tonight as TMM feared.
Max: Well you heard Judge this week, apparently he doesn't need anyone to defeat Maddox.
Judge heads down to the ring "I Did My Tiem" blasts through the arena and some pyro goes off but instead of the normal mocking entrance by Maddox, he charges towards the ring quickly not even letting Mina get her annoucnement in. The bell sounds as TMM and Judge start exchanging lefts and rights.
Daniel: Talk about a house of fire!
TMM then starts taking advantage of Judge by beating him to the punch and blocking several of Judge's hard rights. TMM knocks Judge down to the mat, Judge gets back up quickly but TMM kncoks him down with a big right again, Judge gets up one more time and TMM hits a spinning clothesline to send Judge to teh mat once more. Judge rolls out of the ring to catch a quick breather.
Max: Wow! I don't think Judge was quite expecting this early barrage from TMM.
Daniel: But he did the smart thing her he got to the outside to collect himself and perhaps stall the momentum of TMM....oh wait!
As Judge is collecting himself outside he turns around right into a baseball slide kick from TMM. TMM then gets to his feet quickly and planchas to the outside on top of Judge. TMM then starts raining down fists on top of The Judge as the ref is counting. When the ref gets to eight, TMM slides back into the ring. He looks up at the ref, smirks and slides back out to give Judge some more punishment. As TMM was about to mount Judge again, Judge grabbed the front of his trunks and pulled TMM foward as he smacked his head right against the steel stairs.Judge got to his feet and kicked the back of TMM's head as it was still pressed against the steps.
Max: What a smart move by Judge there, he took the overconfident Main Man down a peg or two with those shots to the steps.
Judge rolls back into the ring as TMM is trying to collect himself. Judge waits patiently for TMM to get back into the ring, this time expecting a full on head of steam. But TMM simply steps into the ring and looks carefully at Judge. Judge smirks a little bit as he relaizes what happened probably before any of us have.
Max: What happened? Did that shot to the head knock something loose?
Daniel: Well you're on the right track, Maxie. But I think this is now Michael Maddux we've got in here instead of The Main Man.
Judge and Maddux lock up in a collar and elbow tie up and Judge shoves Maddux to the mat. Maddux burshes it off and locks back up with Judge. Thsi time he gets Judge in an arm wringer then sinches it into a hammerlock. Judge reaches behind him as a feint when Maddux movers his head, Judge reaches down between his legs and trips up Maddux. Judge spins around and starts kicking at the knee of Maddux until Maddux fights away and backs into the corner.
Daniel: Wow, what a change of pace here. It seems The Main Man was able to get Judge off guard by going full throttle but it seems that Michael Maddux is being outwrestled here by The Judge.
Max: Are you really buying into this split personality thing?
Daniel: What other explanation do you have for someone who seems to changfe everything about themselves in an instant?
Max: PMS?
Daniel: No wonder you're single.
Max: But I have a social life!
Daniel: I thought that catch prhrase died a long time ago.
Max: Catch phrase?
Maddux slams his fist on the ground in frustration and gets back to his feet. Maddux then starts begging Judge to hit him in the face, he is actually offering his chin to Judge.
Max: What the hell is he doing?
Daniel: I'm not sure.
Judge looks around with a quizzical look on his face. Maddux is screaming for him to punch him right in the face. Judge reels back his right fist then smirks and kicks Maddux in the same knee he attacked before. Judge is now really going to work on the knee by kicking the calf of Maddux, until finally chop blocking him to the mat. Judge then grabs the leg of Maddux and pulls him to the center of the ring then applies the spinning toe hold.
Daniel: Talk about your classic holds, that one was made famous by the Funk family, it is very effective.
Max: Yeah, but the last time I looked this wasn't the Double Cross Ranch.
Daniel: But the move is nonetheless doing its job Max.
Judge stops the toe hold then still holding onto the leg of Maddux uses his upper body strength to lfit the leg up high bringing some of Maddux's frame off the mat and Judge drives the leg of Maddux to the mat.
Daniel: Did he just do a modified Judgement DDT to the leg of Maddux?
Max: That's what it looked like to me.
Judge rolls over for a cover hooking the now injured leg but Maddux kicks out at one having too much upper body strength still to stay down for long. Judge tries to go for theleg of Maddux again but he kicks Judge away with his other foot and rolls to the rope. Maddux gets to his feet with the aid of the ropes but he is limping noticably. Judge senses blood and goes again for the leg but Maddux hooks his foot around the kicking leg of Judge and, with the aid of the ropes, nails a side Russian leg sweep.
Max: Well that was certainly and interesting counter by Maddux there.
Maddux gets back to his feet quicker than Judge and tries to shake back the feeling into his leg. Maddux picks Judge up delivering a few knees to the gut of the tag team champion. Judge grabs the third knee and holds the foot in the air, but Maddux quickly responds with an enziguri to the side of Judge's head.
Max: Oh does this mean we're going to see The Judge morph into Paulo Vincente or something?
Daniel: Don't be an assbag Max.
Maddux gets back up and stomps on Judge's gut a few times. As Judge tries to roll away Maddux nails a sharp kick to the small of the back of Judge. Judge gets back to his feet and Maddux quickly grabs him in a head lock. Judge shoots Maddux into the ropes and Judge goes for a back body drop, but Maddux sees it coming and hits a Triple H like knee smash to the face of Judge. Then all of a sudden Maddux grabs his knee in pain.
Max: What a dumb move by Maddux.
Daniel: It was an instinctual move, Maddux hits that move all the time, but he's never done it with an injured wheel.
With Maddux hunched over in pain Judge grabs his aching jaw and realzies he must capitalize on the error. He hooks Maddux by the waist and lfits him up into a huge powerbomb as Maddux's head snaps back with some real whiplash off the mat. Judge quickly flips Maddux over and goes for the pin but Maddux kicks out at two. Judge then grabs the leg onc eagain and locks up another classic hold, the figure four leg lock. Judge cleanches down on the hold as Maddux still appears to be out of it as he is lyign on the mat. The ref counts down the shoulders of Maddux but Maddux sits up at two with a fire in his eye. As Judge is sitting up applying as much pressure as he can, Maddux starts unloading rights and lefts to the face of Judge. Judge's grip on the submission hold loosens a bit with each successive punch to the face of Judge.
Daniel: Uh oh.
Max: What?
Daniel: Soemthing tells me Judge made a booboo. When Maddux's head snapped off the canvas I think he may have switched back to The Main Man.
Max: Judging by the brutal closed fists I say you might be right.
Judge releases the hold as TMM uses momentum from hsi uninjured leg to clothesline the sitting Judge to the mat. TMM now gets to his feet still favoring the leg heavily but he seems to be able to mask the pain better. TMM lifts Judge to his feet and Irish whips Judge to the ropes, as Judge comes back TMM nails a huge spinebuster. TMM lifts Judge back to his feet not giving Judge any time to catch his breath. Judge goes for a quick right but TMM ducks, spins Judge around and hits a huge German suplex. TMM goes for the cover but Judge grabs the ropes just before the three count can register.
Daniel: Talk about a momentum change, look at TMM taking it to Judge now. I don't know how long Judge can last against all these pure power shots.
Max: Judge is against the ropes but you have to remember no matter which personality is in charge it's still a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
Judge gets back to his feet only to get clotheslined down hard to the mat by TMM. TMM screams trying to sheild himself from his now sweeling knee, and goes to pick the ankle of the Judge. TMM then locks on an Ankle Lock as Judge screams in pain. Judge is trying to crawl twards the ropes but the upper body strength of TMM is keeping him in the center of the ring as much as possible. TMM then decides to end it and clamp down on the ankle lock with a grapevine.
Daniel: Oh man Judge is locked in the center of the ring now, this may be it for our Royal tag champion!
Judge looks like he is about to tap as TMM is ripping and tearing at the ankle of Judge. Judge raises his right hand as the fans are chanting for him to tap. But Judge shakes his head no and turns over so he is on his back. Judge then uses his now free other leg to deliver a few back kicks to the knee of TMM that is wrapped around Judge in the guillotine.
Max: What a smart move by Judge! That guillotine may have increased the hold on HJudge's ankle but when flipped over it exposed the already injured leg of TMM.
Daniel: That's a shocking accurate description of what's happened here Max.
Judge keeps one shoulder up toa void being pinned and dleivers harder and harder kciks until TMM screams and release his grip on the ankle of Judge. Judge then seemingly quick as a cat slaps on his half Boston crab. Judge uses his upper body strength to bend TMM's body as much as possible and digs his knee into the back of the head of TMM. TMM is in the center of the ring but frantically trying to get to the ropes. Eventually Judge lifts his knee and drives it into the back of the neck of TMM and leans back harder on the crab of the injured leg, and TMM is forced to tap out.
Mina: Here is your winner....The Judge!
Daniel: Wow, what a showing here by Maddux AND The Main Man here tonight!
Max: Judge may have had to deal with two completely different fighting styles but both men had a bum leg and Judge took advantage of it.
The cameras go backstage to show Desmond Troy and David Nicolls packing up their stuff.
David: So you’re sure you’ll be alright for next week then?
Desmond: …Yeah… Hey look man.
David: Save it. I don’t want to talk about your personal life, and you don’t want to hear what I have to say.
Desmond: …Okay…
David: Look, this week’s loss was a big, really big setback, and may have cost us a chance at being number one contenders again. We've now got near zero chance of taking Royalty’s titles before the ToC even begins.
Desmond: Yea.
David: So it’s important that next week, whatever bull shit match you get put into, you win. You need to look strong out there no matter if you’re facing Jamie Parker or Blade LaVigne. You understand?
Desmond: Completely.
David: Good.
David Nicolls moves to the door as his head looks like a big neon green blur before he turns around at the sound of his partner’s voice.
Desmond: Wait…
David: What…?
Desmond: In due time it’ll all make sense man… I promise.
David Nicolls looks to Desmond Troy for a moment, then turns back to the door.
David: Yeah… Whatever…
Nicolls walks out as TNT goes to commercial.
The scene returns to the backstage area where we see The Royal Knight walking alone. He kicks a can across his path and looks glum. He is approaching a door and moves to open it when the Judge meets him. The two stars look at each other as Carlos enters the frame as well and all three look silently at one another, something boiling in everyone’s mind. The door swings open and James Moriarty Cassius stands in the way.
JMC: Enter, all of you. And sit.
The three grudgingly move in. Cassius begins to address his three allies.
JMC: God defend me from my friends; From my enemies I can defend myself...
Things have not been going so well for us as of late, have they? We have suffered a great deal and it is only through only the skill of our wrestling prowess that we are all still in the Tournament. But so far, every puppet that carlos has chosen has failed to claim Scorch’s title from his foolish grasp. And now, in this week alone I see more betrayal, not accidental foolery and idiocy that cost Cameron his World Title and thus mine, but willing betrayal! Someone went back on their allegiances for a second.. not long but the entire world saw it.. .The Entire world saw The Royal Knight!
Cassius places his kendo sticks around the neck of the Royal Knight, his head lowers but his eyes keep the gaze.
JMC: Or are you back to being The Stallion now? Lover of women, even the ones that hurt you so much. Sap, fool, wearer of your heart on your sleeve!.... I took you in all those months ago, when she had betrayed you. You promised to be my apprentice, my Royalty.. but there you were, As if Redemption never happened, as if you could do anything and return to my arms. For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night... Betrayal, Traitorism by the smirk nature on your face!
Cassius breaks off and moves back in front of all three others.
JMC: Incompetent fools. I should have been WPW champion again by now, but at this rate, I shall be lucky if one of you does not cost me the title before I have even seen the glimmer of the World Title. I am always there to correct your mistakes, all of you. But one of you feels like he knows more than I do. That ten months of experience as World Champion means nothing to him! That he ALWAYS knows what is right for him and us... He is wrong, he has screwed up plan after plan of mine, things that would have boiled to fruition in great colour. Someone has been failing me for a long time. And when he fails me, he fails us all, the remaining two who has been so loyal to the cause.
Royal Knight, you are to stand.
RK stands from his steel chair. The Judge moves back from him, shuffling on his Chair. Carlos lets a grin slip from his face.
JMC: Declare this an Emergency.
Come on and spread a sense of urgency
And pull us through.
Cassius reaches up with his kendo sticks, ready to bear down. But as he does, The Royal Knight Grabs the chair he is sitting on and brigns it violently down... On Carlos Gonzales!!
Daniel: HOLY SHIT!
Max: WHAT? ... I mean.... The fuck?
JMC looks over at Carlos, crumpled on his chair. He tilts his head and looks at him, and Back to RK, who grins from ear to ear.
JMC: YOU are the failure! You are the reason I am not World Champion. You are the weight to Royalty, worse than Dust ever was! Your idiotic guidance last week was the last straw. Heads will roll. And it was yours. And this.. this is the End of the World.
Cassius points and Judge and Royal Knight lift up. He points over at Carlos’s Desk and the two move over to it. They then hook Carlos’s arms behind them. JMC grabs the chair used before and brings it down right on the crown of the Boss of WPW. At the same Moment, RK and Judge both drop Carlos, hitting him with the Royal Blood through his own Desk.
Max: Our boss, our pay check signer is getting killed by Royalty!
Daniel: I never ever thought I would see this happen, The Royalty, leaving the employ of Carlos.. And now they seem determined to kill him off!
The Three sole remaining members of Royalty looks down at Carlos, crashed inside his own desk, not moving. JMC looks over to RK, his chosen executioner. And then to Judge..
Judge: Necessary evil has never felt so good to do, has it?
Daniel: This is Sick! We have just seen our Boss get annihilated!
Max: And Carlos destryed just in time for the main event, huh?
Daniel: Uh, yes Max. I think that was the point. No more interruptions now, it’s the big match of the night, the match everyone wants to see!
Max: What, a Scorch match where the title isn’t on the line? A Scorch match where, because said title is not on the line, Scorch barely even bothers? A Scorch match…
Daniel: ALL RIGHT!! You made your point!
Max: I was just saying, s’all…
Daniel: All that is beside the point. Scorch… Well, he has barely even been seen around a WPW Arena leading up to this title match. To me, that screams that he is a confident man, waiting until the time is right to show his face.
Max: In other words… Pinch.
Daniel: You keep saying that… What the hell is pinch?
Max: That’s obvious.
…
Daniel: OW! You didn’t have to literally pinch me! And using your nails! That was just mean!
Max: That’s what a pinch is.
Daniel: Ow… Ok, so what did you mean, metaphorically speaking?
Max: Uh, huh?
Daniel: I am sure you didn’t literally mean the term pinch, so what the hell did you mean?!
Max: Oh, pinching… You’re asking me? I thought you were like J.R, there was nothing you didn’t know?!
Daniel: Well, obviously there is. So please enlighten me.
Max: Eh, I can’t be bothered with explaining what pinching means, Daniel. Uh, try asking the Royal Knight. Maybe he can take a time out to tell you.
Daniel: What? You’re in a special mood tonight, aren’t you Max?
Max: Indeed Daniel, indeed.
Daniel: So now ladies and gentlemen, before my head implodes with all this talk of pinching, lets move onto tonight’s main event, Scorch vs. Andrew Xavier. And much like when Scorch took on Gunnar Brian, if Xavier wins tonight, next week on TnT, we will have ourselves a title match!
The shot moves to the right of Max and Daniel towards Mina as she steps up and away from her chair. She then grabs a nearby mic and makes her way to ringside before climbing up the steps and taking a couple of steps along the apron. Mina then kneels down and steps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes, stands up straight and advances to the centre of the ring where she brings the mic up to her lips.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the stipulation of this match is as follows; If Andrew Xavier can pin Scorch, or make him submit, Andrew Xavier will receive a title shot next week on TnT. However, if Scorch should win, next week on TnT, he will face a different opponent with the same stipulation in effect.
Mina pauses for dramatic effect before continuing.
Mina: And now, introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 340lbs, he is Andrew Xavier!
As the into to faint echoes through the air the crowd goes silent, than as the song continues the curtain opens and out steps Andrew Xavier. He holds his left wrist with his right hand then raises it above his head as blue pyro goes off in a circle all around him. As the song cuts into the main beat Andrew runs forward through a break in the fireworks and heads towards the ring. As he reaches the apron he slides right in and gets to his feet where he raises his arms to taunt like before. He then stands in the middle of the ring and awaits his opponent.
Mina: And his opponent, from Tinley Park, Illinois and weighing in at 240lbs, he is the WPW Champion, Scorch!
"Blisters and Coffee" starts and Scorch comes from the back, the WPW Championship around his waist. He runs to one end of the stage and takes the belt from around his waist and holds it up in his arms, to a pop from the crowd. Scorch then charges to the opposite end of the stage and repeats his actions, again to another pop from the crowd. Scorch dashes back to the middle of the stage, near the top of the ramp, fastens the belt around his waist and runs down one side of the ramp, slapping the hands of as many fans as possible. He continues to play up to the crowd by running around the ringside area slapping hands. Naturally, this gets the fans more hyped up for the coming match and as he finishes a lap around ringside, he jumps up onto the apron and flips over the top rope to get in the ring. Scorch glances over at Andrew Xavier before dashing to the nearest corner. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle to "strike a match." Scorch drops down and removes the belt from around his waist. Scorch raises the belt up in one arm to another pop from the crowd and hands it off to the referee. The crowd cheer, Mina smiles and she and walks over to the ropes. The referee, with the WPW Championship over his shoulder, dashes over and holds the ropes open for Mina. She exits the ring and the ref closes the ropes behind her. The ref then beckons someone over to him and the referee hands the WPW Championship to a member of the ring crew, who runs over to the announcer’s table with the belt. The lad with the belt places the belt length ways across the announcer’s table as Mina returns to her seat. Scorch watches as the WPW Championship is placed across the announcer’s table. The opening bell sounds to signal the beginning of this contest.
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Daniel: And Scorch is staring at his WPW championship. He seems focused on that championship.
Max: Well, he should be more focused on this match; he is in the ring against a much bigger man in the shape of Andrew Xavier.
Scorch takes his eyes off the WPW Championship and turns to face Andrew Xavier… Only to be flipped like an omelette by Xavier as Andy charges in and connects with a devastating clothesline! Scorch lands face up on the canvas and Xavier drags Scorch away from the ropes, placing him near the centre of the ring. Xavier then mounts Scorch and begins raining lefts and rights down across his face. It takes a few seconds for Scorch to begin covering up as he is groggy from the clothesline, but when he does, Xavier immediately stops pummelling him and grabs Scorch’s right arm. Keeping his grip on Scorch’s arm, Xavier gets to his feet and literally yanks Scorch up to a vertical base with him. However, Xavier does not let go of Scorch’s arm, opting instead to pull him in closer. Xavier quickly releases Scorch’s arm and flips him again with a short arm clothesline! Scorch lands face down on the canvas.
Daniel: Woah! Scorch is being simply overpowered here by Andrew Xavier; he is being manhandled in that ring!
Max: What did you expect? Scorch to waltz in and simply pin the guy?
Daniel: Well, not quite that!
Xavier taunts to the crowd before reaching down and grabbing a handful of Scorch’s dreads. The ref dashes over to admonish Xavier, but as Xavier wrenches Scorch up to a vertical base, he throws his free hand out towards the ref, threatening to punch him. The ref immediately backs away and threatens to disqualify Xavier, but its to no avail as Xavier ignores the ref to continue his assault on Scorch. Xavier then locks both arms around Scorch’s waist in a front waist lock, before moving quickly and taking Scorch down to the canvas with a belly-to-belly Suplex! Xavier quickly gets to his feet and reaches down, grabbing Scorch’s head and arm and forces him up to a vertical base. Xavier, while keeping his grip on Scorch’s arm, quickly wrenches Scorch’s arm up and behind into a hammerlock. Xavier applies the pressure and Scorch slaps at his shoulder as he struggles to free himself, but Xavier is just too strong and he practically lifts Scorch off the canvas as he continues applying the pressure. Suddenly, Xavier releases Scorch from the hammerlock and spins him round to face him. Xavier then kicks Scorch in the midsection, doubling him over. Andy places Scorch’s head between his legs and hoists him up and onto his shoulders, looking to power bomb Scorch. However, Scorch realises his predicament and begins punching at Xavier, connecting with two solid blows to the temple before bending backwards and looking to hurracanrana Xavier… But the attempt is futile as Xavier is just too strong. Xavier forces Scorch back into a sitting position and drives him down to the canvas with a nasty powerbomb! Xavier doesn’t release Scorch and opts to return to a vertical base… With Scorch still on his shoulders! Xavier then drives Scorch down to the canvas for a second powerbomb, before returning to a vertical base and delivering a third powerbomb! This time however, Xavier doesn’t return to a vertical base, instead he remains bent over Scorch, thus keeping the WPW Champions shoulders pinned to the mat. The ref dives down to make the count…
1…
2… NO!! Scorch just pops his shoulder off the canvas, but he is unable to escape Xavier’s grip, and Andrew returns to a vertical base, while keeping Scorch atop his shoulders.
Daniel: Scorch is being thoroughly dominated in the opening stages of this bout Max!
Max: Duh, Xavier has all the power he needs to succeed in this business, and he is using it to assert himself in this match!
Daniel: That’s a good point Max.
With Scorch still on Xavier’s shoulders, Scorch tries to again free himself by raining blows down on Xavier’s head. This time, Xavier releases his grip on Scorch and Scorch drops down to the canvas directly in front of Xavier. However, Scorch stumbles as a result of the offence Xavier has piled upon him, and this gives Xavier enough time to counter. Xavier quickly grabs Scorch’s arm and whips him to the opposite ropes. Scorch rebounds off the ropes and charges towards Xavier, who positions himself. Scorch gets closer and closer… And Xavier quickly sweeps Scorch up off the canvas and hits a devastating Spine-buster! Xavier quickly gets to his feet and plays to the crowd, much to their chagrin. Xavier then reaches down and grabs a handful of dreads once more before forcing Scorch up to his feet. Xavier then scoops Scorch up off the canvas and up onto his shoulder. Xavier, with Scorch on his shoulder, walks to the nearest corner and turns to face the opposite corner.
Daniel: Such high impact moves from Andrew Xavier here tonight Max!
Max: Yeah! Xavier is showing us why he could very well be the next WPW Champion, and why he could keep the championship if he won it!
Daniel: But just like last week, Martin Cameron failed to beat Scorch… And he still got a title shot.
Max: Maybe… Just maybe… That was because he does hold a win over Scorch!
Daniel: Oh yeah… Anyway, what the hell are we about to see here from Xavier?
Xavier then raises his free arm to taunt before charging forwards and delivering a massive running powerslam to Scorch! Xavier stays atop Scorch and quickly hooks the leg. The ref dives down to make the count…
1…
2… NO! Scorch kicks out, but barely!
Daniel: What a powerslam there by Xavier! That was reminiscent of the great British Bulldog!
Max: See, you are like J.R, you have so much trivia in your head! I reckon you should go onto that forum and challenge for the championship!
Daniel: Huh??
Max: Never mind!
Xavier quickly moves up to his knees before stepping up to his feet and glaring at the referee. He then turns to face the corner he just charged towards and advances towards is as Scorch starts moving. Xavier closes in on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, untying the cover on the turnbuckle and throwing it down to the canvas. The ref spots this and picks it up, again threatening to DQ Xavier. All the while, Scorch is recovering as he has moved up to his knees. The referee then turns his back on Scorch and Xavier as he tries to reattach the turnbuckle cover. Xavier then advances towards Scorch and measures him, waiting for him to get to his feet. Scorch then steps up to his feet and looks up at Xavier… Only to receive a swift kick to the stones that doubles him up! The crowd boo as Xavier grabs Scorch’s head and positions for the Generation Shift… Xavier then drops to a sitting position and nails the move! Scorch lands face down on the canvas and Xavier rolls him onto his back… However, Xavier doesn’t realise that he has just rolled Scorch a little too close to the ropes… Xavier then covers Scorch with a lateral press, neglecting to hook the leg. He screams at the referee to turn around and the referee duly obliges. He notices the pin and drops down to make the count…
1… Scorch raises his right leg and places it on the bottom rope…
2…
3… NO!! The referee notices Scorch’s foot on the rope at the last possible millisecond! Xavier however, thinks he has just won the match and quickly springs up to his feet, celebrating. The referee quickly gets to his feet and points out that Scorch got his foot on the rope. Naturally, this sends Xavier into a rage, limbs flying every which-way, and arguing with the referee. This gives Scorch some time to recover, but not much as Xavier advances towards him and reaches down, grabbing his arm. Xavier literally drags Scorch away from the ropes and forces him up to his feet. Xavier then lowers his head and pops Scorch up onto his shoulders, looking for the Xavier Experience… However, Scorch kicks his legs and manages to wriggle out of Xavier’s grip. Scorch then drops down behind Xavier and stumbles slightly before dropping to his knees. Scorch then places his arm around Xavier’s right leg and pulls backwards, dropping Xavier to the canvas in a school boy roll up… The ref drops down to make the count…
1…
2…
3…
… YES!! Scorch barely gets the win!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Scorch quickly rolls out of the ring and dashes around ringside to retrieve his championship belt as ‘Blisters and Coffee’ hits and Mina gets to her feet while grabbing a nearby mic.
Mina: Here is your winner, the WPW Champion, SCORCH!
Scorch retrieves his belt and scrambles towards the ramp. He turns to face Xavier, whose face is bright red with rage. Scorch begins backtracking up the ramp, occasionally stumbling as he does so. He then raises the belt above his head and points at Xavier, who is fuming in the ring, dashing around in and screaming. Scorch continues backing up before disappearing behind the curtain.
Daniel: Woah… That was one hell of an unexpected end to this match Daniel! I thought Andrew Xavier had it in the bag!
Max: Yeah, I mean he was dominating through out… Scorch literally stole this match from him!
Daniel: I wouldn’t say that!
Max: What else do you call that? A roll up? A desperate roll up in the dying seconds of the match?
Daniel: Uh…
Max: Theft. That’s what you call it Daniel!
Daniel: Hmmm…
Xavier is pacing back and fourth in the ring, the referee trying to calm him down. Suddenly, Xavier stops and glares at the referee. The referee stops in his tracks, like a deer in the headlights. Xavier then dashes forward and boots the ref in the gut, doubling him over. He then grabs the referee’s arm, bows his head and pops the referee up onto his shoulders ala Scorch. Xavier then nails the referee with the Xavier Experience!
Daniel: Well… That’s gonna cost him!
Xavier gets to his feet and stares down at the referee who isn’t moving. Xavier then exits the ring and heads up the ramp as the crowd boo him all the way. He disappears behind the curtain and the shot rotates back to the referee, who is still down.
Daniel: Well… What a way to end the show… Scorch gets the win tonight over Andrew Xavier, but look at the referee! Surely that will cost Xavier?!
Max: Of course it will, you don’t put your hands on an official!
Daniel: *Deep Breath* This will surely have repercussions for Andrew Xavier, but what does this mean for Scorch? Will Carlos screw him again and give Xavier a title shot next week, or will we see a new challenger?
Max: Daniel… Xavier just beat up a referee, you really think he is going to get a title shot next week?!
Daniel: Maybe… It is Carlos… Anyway folks, for Max Stockton, I am Daniel Justice saying goodnight!
The shoot dramatically zooms out showing several medics rushing the ring to aide the referee before fading to black.
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Daniel: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Turmoil. What we saw there was the latest incident as the battle between Royalty and Resistance heats up, and one has to wonder what fall out there will be tonight, if any!
Max: well, you can bet your bottom dollar SOMETHING is going to go down, because all week Royalty have had to listen to taunts about backing down from Resistance when they were confronted last week.
Daniel: And on top of that, we have Scorch in another number one contender’s match, Resistance’s newest member, Mike Adams, teams up with Jamie Parker to take on the former number one contenders in D&D and the tournament of champions continues live here tonight. With all that still to come, let’s get straight down to business with our opening match, and this one isn’t short of rivalry either following on from incidents that took place last week.
Daniel: I’m not sure about this match coming up now. It’s the Royal Knight versus Super Sexy Girl.
Max: That’s the man who used to be known as Stallion versus his formerly eager young filly. Unfortunately there has been a parting of the ways and now…….well, they hate each others guts.
Daniel: I just think relationship counseling is more appropriate than ten minutes in a wrestling ring but Carlos Gonzalez, the man in charge, feels that this tragic story of young love gone wrong should be exposed for our entertainment right here tonight in Montgomery Alabama.
Max: There’s a man who knows what the paying public wants, God bless him.
Daniel: I’m sure he’s delighted that you’ve got his back, Max.
The PA hums into life…
Mina: Opening the show tonight, this contest is an intergender match between……approaching the ring at a weight of 215 lbs and hailing from Dallas, Texas, he is the Royal Knight!
‘E-pro’ by Beck cranks up the volume and the Royal Knight bathes in the golden cascade of sparks from the pyro.
Max: I bet this isn’t the first time that he’s had a golden shower in his dealings with Super Sexy Girl.
Daniel: Stop it.
RK makes his way to the ring, climbs the turnbuckle and makes the X sign to the general dissatisfaction of the crowd. Spotting an attractive woman in the front row, he come to the ropes and indicates that he wants her phone number. She gives him the finger instead. RK shrugs it off and flexes some muscles.
Mina: His opponent, weighing in at a very svelte 100 lbs and hailing from Travis County, Texas, Super……Sexy……..Girl!!!!!
Max: 100 lbs? The Royal Knight’s dick must weigh more than that.
Daniel: Classy, Max, as always.
‘My humps, my humps, my lovely lady bumps’ replaces Beck on the PA and SSG works the crowd like only she can. As she gets ringside, the girl that caught RK’s eye calls her over and writes her phone number on a slip of paper before slipping it into the breast pocket of SSG’s open button shirt. She obviously cops a feel while doing this and sniffs her fingers afterwards. The crowd goes wild.
Max: Woo! I didn’t know SSG leaned that way!
Daniel: Well, she’s a modern gal and I guess that’s just how modern gals operate these days.
The Star Spangled Banner suddenly fills the air, sounding like the fifty first airborne taking on a whole precinct of police cars and Jokester emerges wearing a Richard Nixon mask. He wears a large rosette which reads ‘Ster ‘08’ and has on the back of his pinstripe business suit ‘I am not a crook’ written in luminous ink. He does a politician style wave as he comes down the ramp and takes a position beside Max and Daniel.
Daniel: Well, we’re joined here by the man who will be president if too many people take leave of their senses next November, Mr John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster, better known to us here at WPW as Jokester. What brings you ringside tonight?
Jokester: Well, I’m here to scout out my next opponent in the Tournament of Champions and, with Super Sexy Girl in the ring tonight, I’m here to call on this government to allow votes for women, Daniel. For too long women in this country have been treated like third class citizens and it’s time they were upgraded to second class at least. Let them vote, say I. Most of them will be too busy in the kitchen but it’s only fair that they’re given the opportunity.
Daniel: Women have had the vote for over a hundred years.
Jokester: There you go. Jokester speaks and the nation listens. What a pity they’ve taken so long about it.
SSG enters the ring where referee Todd Franklin calls the two wrestlers together for some last minute instructions. SSG stares out RK, the look on her face suggesting that the Knight had just let rip a refried bean and Guinness fart. Franklin calls for the bell…
Ding Ding
…and SSG starts with a vicious rake to the eyes, her long nails creating some marks around the sockets. Franklin warns her straight off but calls for wrestling to begin. RK dabs at his wounded eye and hits SSG with a kick to the midsection as she comes in for a tie-up. RK finishes with his eye and launches a huge clothesline but SSG ducks and uses the ropes to bounce into a hand spring then a back elbow as RK turns again. He goes flat on the seat of his pants and SSG goes to the first rope to call for some crowd support.
Daniel: Super Sexy Girl appealing for some support from the crowd there. I think they’ll be on her side. The former Stallion has lost a lot of respect through his joining Royalty and then his mistreatment of women.
Max: Bit like Diablo then?
Daniel: What are you talking about, Max. Diablo doesn’t mistreat women.
Jokester: You’re right. He couldn’t lay a hand on the Bees during Live this week.
Max: Well, I happen to know that these two blubber mountains are really teamsters in a dress.
Jokester: Oooh, Max. You’re a dead man. Let me know where to send the flowers.
SSG goes for a double axe-handle from the first rope but RK catches her with a hand round her throat. He changes position then delivers a Russian leg sweep and SSG’s head bounces off the mat. She lies still and The Knight goes to the turnbuckle and kisses his necklace.
Daniel: Oh, oh. This one’s over already if he lands the Showdown.
Royal Knight goes for the moonsault, his arms stretched out, but perhaps waits a second too long as he pause, taking in the sight of Super Sexy Girl stretched out on the canvas before him. He launches………but SSG rolls aside at the last second and RK bounces off bare mat.
Max: No-one home!
Daniel: That’s you fined $5 on the cliché count.
SSG is first to rise and puts on an arm bar. As Royal Knight gets to his feet to try to extricate himself, she hits him with a chick kick and he goes flying to the outside. Todd Franklin starts a quick count…..
1........2…....3…….4…….5……6……..7…….8…
Royal Knight scrambles back in to avoid the count out and glares at Franklin who shrugs and indicates that he should get on with the bout. SSG moves in for a tie up but RK floors her straight away with a hip toss and then maintains a head lock. He gets her to her feet and switches into a Neckbreaker. SSG writhes about on the mat for a few seconds then, as RK moves in for further punishment, shuffles to the corner on her rear. Royal Knight laughs mirthlessly then slaps SSG across the face. She feels her cheek and sticks a tongue in the corner of her mouth, suggesting that she tastes some blood. Jokester takes his headset off and comes ringside where Todd Franklin leans over the ropes. They seem to chat happily and Franklin is not in a hurry to return to the match. Royal Knight draws back a hand to slap the other cheek but finds his hand caught by…….Justin Dreamer!
Dreamer wags his finger to say ‘No, I told you last week’ to RK and grabs him for the Whynd (sit-out spinebuster slam) then rolls out of the ring.
Super Sexy Girl covers as Todd Franklin foolishly leans through the ropes to shake Jokester’s hand……and ends up with a trademark hand buzz.
Dreamer exits the ropes and calls on Franklin to count. Franklin slides into position….
1…………..
2………….
Thr………..No!!!!! The Royal Knight gets a shoulder up
Daniel: Oooooh! Super Sexy Girl nearly had it there thanks to intervention from both Jokester and Justin Dreamer. Did that look like a set-up double team interference to you, Max?
Max: It did indeed, Daniel. Let’s ask Jokester.
Jokester returns to the announce table and replaces his head set.
Daniel: Well, Jokester, did that go as planned?
Jokester: Don’t know what you’re talking about, Daniel. Any honorable male would have done the same thing for a lady in distress – which explains why you two were sat there jerking off to your Hillary Clinton pictures.
Max: Hey! That’s libelous! ……….it’s Giuliani for me.
Jokester: What? They’re posting topless pictures of him too now? Max, you disgust me, and it takes a lot to disgust Jokester.
Max:…………………….
Royal Knight rolls away shakily the stares out Justin Dreamer as he stands ringside. Super Sexy Girl hits him with a forearm smash then an arm drag as he rebounds from the rope. She gets up and drops an elbow but RK has regained some strength after the near fall and he kips up quickly then Scoop Slams SSG to the mat. He straddles her as she lies and she throws a few pathetic slaps at him which bounce off without damage. RK grabs her wrists and pushes them to the mat above her head. He leans over her, breathing heavily and she turns her head away. They stay like this for a few seconds while Todd Franklin and Justin Dreamer draw a little closer in case of any serious injury that RK may cause to SSG.
SSG turns her face towards the Knight and they exchange eye contact.
They kiss……..…passionately.
Jokester: Well now I’ve got wood. Anyone else?
The pair roll on the mat in a close embrace, their hands exploring each others bodies. SSG’s shirt comes off her shoulders. Todd Franklin looks confused for a minute but eventually calls for the bell.
Ding Ding
Mina: Referee Todd Franklin has declared this match a no-contest!
Daniel: ………..um……….well……..that’s a first for WPW – a no-contest in somewhat controversial circumstances. We’ll be………er…….right back as soon as we can get Royal Knight and Super Sexy Girl out of the ring. Max? Any comment?
Max: No.
Daniel: Jokester?
Jokester: *sigh* I love a happy ending.
Daniel: Okey dokey everybody, we need to go backstage where Amy White is standing by with the Masterful one, Michael Karver!
Amy: Thanks Daniel. Mr. Karver, next week you have a match to advance to the quarter finals against a man who you just beat this Sunday on Live, Mike Foxx. How do you feel going into this match.
Karver: You kidding? Mike Foxx is lucky to have gotten into the tournament at all, it’s a miracle he somehow floated into round two. What piece of loser trash did he defeat to get there? Regardless, no, I’m not worried. Mike Foxx has about the same chance of beating me as The Resistance has of keeping the same members for a month. No, I am anything but worried about that loser Foxx, but later tonight my next round opponent will be decided. That’s right, tonight I get to find out I’m facing 2 in the next round.
Amy: But what about Dan Murph?
Karver: Who?
Amy: Dan Murph, 2’s opponent?
Karver: …Who? Listen Amy I’m focusing on what will happen, not what might happen, and we all know Dan Murph doesn’t have what it takes to reach his potential, but 2 does and so this message is for him.
Karver turns to the camera.
Karver: 2, study my tapes, watch my matches, and prepare for me because I guarantee when it’s all said and done, and we square off in the ring, you’ll wish you had. Oh yes 2, Mr. Hardcore, I’m throwing a challenge up there for WHEN our match happens, not if, we make it a submission match. Get back to me, or better yet get back to SiNN, he has nothing better to do. C’mon wheels.
Masterful Michael Karver walks off as the camera pans to SiNN looking confused in his chair.
Daniel: Ladies and gentlemen we’ll be right back and that match is next!
The Royal Knight and Super Sexy Girl are talking on a bench backstage.
SSG: Well, that was a little……embarrassing.
RK: Yeah, don’t know what came over me………..anyway, you’ve got a new guy now?
SSG: Yeah, he runs the used car lot we wrestled in a few weeks ago. Nice guy. You’d like him. He never watches the wrestling so I think we’ll be OK.
RK: Maybe it’s time I moved on too. A coupl’a the girls have been giving me their numbers so……..you never know.
SSG: Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to look far for female company….
Her eyes and the camera drift upwards to behind RK where we see Tina Bee licking her lips and grinding her hips in a suggestive manner, her crotch at the Knight’s nose level. He turns, looks into Tina’s eyes and gives a little whimper.
Daniel: Are you ready for this one?
Max: Are you kidding me? I can’t wait for this to start
Daniel: The next match in the ToC is about to start, with two men looking like they could take it all the way to the bank
Max: Dan Murph and 2 one on one here tonight
Mina: The following contest is a second round match in the 2007 Tournament of Champions!
“Walking Through the Barbed Wire” hits the speakers, as 2 comes out, Hardcore title wrapped around his waist
Mina: Introducing first, the WPW Hardcore Champion… 2!
Daniel: The Hardcore champ, and could very possibly be the Florida champ after winning the number one contenders spot last week
Max: So, at least in theory, 2 could hold not only the Hardcore title and Florida title, but win the ToC and become heavyweight champion as well?
Daniel: That could be the case, and we’d have a triple title holder
Max: Wow, any other guy that would seem foolish, but 2 really seems as if he could hold all three for a very long time
“Becoming the Bull” replaces the barbed wire, as the big man Dan Murph bursts out full of energy
Mina: And his opponent… Dan Murph!
Daniel: Former number one contender to the heavyweight title Dan Murph, ready for action
Max: Another guy with big name success behind him
Daniel: That’s right. A former Florida state champion, and nearly the biggest man in the WPW lockerroom
Max: An interesting contrast of styles between Murph and 2
Daniel: How do you see this one turning out Max?
Max: Well, each man is very careful about picking apart his opponent. Murph has the size advantage, but 2 has the speed. Overall, I can see a very long, drawn out match between these two, putting their entire hearts out on show
Daniel: I can very easily agree with that. Folks, grab a few snacks, because this one plans on being an epic battle against two very worthy men
Max: Good idea. I’ll pick you up some Cheetos
Max leaves his announce set. Both men step through the ropes, eying each other down. The referee is about to signal for the bell, when 2 nails Murph with a superkick. Murph hits the mat cold, before the bell even rings. The ref looks down on the big man, then signals for the bell
One…
Two…
Three…
Mina: Here is your winner, and advancing in the Tournament of Champions… 2!
Daniel: I don’t believe it. With one quick shot, 2 knocked his opponent down and beat him. That has to have been record time. Folks, I am truly sorry for the over-hyping…
Max returns, with a box full of hot dogs, popcorn, and chip bags
Max: Alright, let’s get this baby… Oh what the hell?
Backstage Psymon Starks walks up to Diablo with a huge smirk spread across his face. Diablo looks up to Starks, then looks back down.
Psymon: Well, well, well.
Diablo: Piss off.
Psymon: Looks like someone just lost to the bees. What a shame.
Diablo: Really, go jump off a bridge or something.
Psymon: I have no reason to, I won on live.
Diablo: Whatever. What do you want?
Psymon: To challenge you. Mike Corral and I won last week, and this week I intend to team up with Mike Corral and beat you and whoever in God’s name wants to be your partner. Do you accept?
Diablo looks to Psymon.
Diablo: You and Corral?
Psymon: Me and Corral.
Diablo smirks.
Diablo: You don’t stand a chance…
Daniel: Next week on Live! Psymon Starks and Mike Corral verses Diablo and a partner to be named!
Daniel: We’re back from commercial break everybody. Just to give a brief update on a situation that happened over the weekend, WPW superstar Tank was indeed jumped outside of a local Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant which in turn led to both El Pollo and John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster showing up as well. Well, long story short, El Pollo took things to the extreme and ended up acting unprofessionally. We here at WPW would like to apologize for El Pollo’s actions, and wish him the best in his court case.
Max: Stupid chicken had it coming to him. I mean did you see the photograph someone took from the scene? What was his dog supposed to be dressed as? An egg?
Daniel: I have no idea Max. Anyway, up now we have a tag team match that could go a long way to determine the number one contenders to the tag team titles currently held by Royalty.
Max: You're right Dan, and these are two groups who have a little history with our tag team champions
Daniel: And who face off tonight
“Soldiers” plays, as Desmond Troy and David Nicolls make their way to the ring
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Desmond Troy and David Nicolls… D&D!
Max: Catchy
Jamie Parker and Mike Adams appear, with the unspecified music of the Resistance behind them
Mina: And their opponents. The team of Jamie Parker and Mike Adams… the Resistance!
Daniel: The newest member of Resistance in action tonight
Max: Let’s see what kind of addition he is
Adams and Desmond are chosen to start his match off. The bell rings and Adams slowly moves towards Troy. Desmond moves towards Adams quicker and ducks underneath an attempt at a forearm. Troy runs off the ropes and runs into Adams and then hits the mat, dropped from a shoulder block. Parker claps his hands on the outside, encouraging his partner while Nicolls stands, and leaning over the ropes looking at Troy picking himself back up off the mat. As Troy tries to get up Adams hits a clubbing blow to the back, knocking him down to a knee. Adams runs off the ropes and drops an elbow onto the back of Troy, taking him all the way down
Daniel: Mike Adams showing his experience in the ring there
Max: While David looks on
Daniel: Can these two men pull off the victory?
As soon is Troy is up he is met with a slow chop to the chest. Adams slows the pace down, hitting his chops slowly and methodically. Adams Irish whips Desmond. Troy comes off the ropes and slides underneath Adams. Troy hits a dropkick to the back of the knees, causing Adams to fall down on all fours. Troy makes the tag to Nicolls, who hits a slingshot knee drop to the back of the head of Adams. Nicolls goes for the quick cover
One…
Two… Kickout.
Daniel: D&D working as a coherent team out there
David picks up Adams by the head now to a standing position as David hits a knee up to Adams’s mid section before wrapping his arm around Adams’s head for a Snap Suplex. David stands up again and keeps hold of Adams again as he lifts him up for a second Suplex. David calls out for a third. He holds Adams in the air for a moment, but Adams counters this Suplex attempt with a DDT.
Daniel: Quick counter by Adams
Max: Mike taking advantage of a distracted Nicolls
Daniel: D&D has been distracted a lot this week
Max: So watch for Resistance to tear them apart
Mike Adams makes the cover
One...
Two… Broken up by Desmond Troy
Daniel: Some more of that teamwork coming into play
Max: Yeah, D&D is really on the same page tonight
Desmond stomps away, as Nicolls stands back up. Adams has been dragged to the corner, as David makes a tag to Desmond. He enters the ring and D&D double team Adams in the corner with kicks to the mid-section, which receives boos from the crowd. They keep hitting boot after boot on Adams’s mid-section before the ref breaks it up and David is sent back to the corner as Desmond picks up Adams now.
Max: Kinda hard to believe that last week these guys were feuding
Desmond drags Adams to the center of the ring as he goes behind Adams and grabs and locks his arms around Adams’s waist as he goes to lift Adams up for a German Suplex, but is suddenly met with repeated elbows to the head as Adams breaks out of the waist lock and twists around to grab Desmond’s head from behind a connect with a Neckbreaker.
Daniel: Hard shot by Adams there
Desmond rolls around on the floor for a moment as Adams wastes no time in grabbing Desmond and picking him up again as he is suddenly hit with a Jawbreaker by Desmond. Adams stumbles for a moment as Desmond slowly stands up, still a bit shaken from the Neckbreaker as he walks up behind Adams and grabs his legs, before lifting him up. He lifts Adams up, but Adams breaks out of it and lands on his feet as he gets quickly behind Desmond and grabs him from behind in a Full Nelson position, as Adams lifts Desmond to connect with a Full Nelson Slam, but Desmond suddenly counters it with an Armdrag. Troy looks to wrap his hands around Adams in a headlock, but Adams pushes Desmond away before he can. Desmond suddenly turns around and is met with a hard boot by Adams to the mid-section, who connects with another DDT. Adams with the cover
One…
Two… Kickout!
Daniel: And a kickout at two from Desmond Troy
Max: You’d think he’d want to end the match early, he’s got bigger fish to fry
Daniel: What do you mean?
Max: The man in Black
Daniel: Jokester?
Max: Did we just switch parts?
Daniel: I knew the punch line was coming
Mike looks over at Parker, who is wanting in the match. Adams crosses over for the tag, but is rolled up by Troy
One…
Two… Kickout!
Daniel: Quick pin attempt by Desmond Troy there
Max: Told you
Desmond moves to his corner now as he tags in David. He moves over to Adams and grabs him again as he looks to hit more Snap Suplexes on Adams like before as he puts his arm around Adams's head and lifts him up once, but Adams knows what to do this time as he lands on his feet behind Nicolls. He turns around quickly and kicks David in the back and grabs his head and connects with a Reverse DDT
Daniel: Mike did a lot of studying this week
Max: I thought it was only his team mates
Daniel: No, Adams watched as much as he could get his hands on
Max: Because he couldn’t get his hands on Jess
Daniel: Leave the cheap puns to the experts
David is now almost on his feet as Adams waits in a crouching position, ready to charge as David is now fully standing as he turns around and Adams runs at Nicolls. Adams looks for a spear, but Nicolls immediately ducks out of the way, as Adams crashes into the turnbuckle in his corner. Adams is mangled up in between the turnbuckle for a moment as a sudden slap is heard on the back of Adams
Daniel: Parker with a tag
Parker quickly enters the ring. Nicolls charges at Parker with a Clothesline, but Parker ducks, and as David turns around, he is suddenly met with a dropkick which sends him into the ropes. Parker runs at the ropes as he goes to connect with a flying Cross Body to Nicolls, but David ducks out of the way as Parker crashes against the ropes. Parker stumbles back for a moment as David runs up behind him and locks the waist quickly and throws Parker backwards in a German Suplex, but Parker lands on his feet as he wastes no time in hitting a another quick dropkick to the back of David, who stumbles towards the ropes and back as Parker suddenly pulls him backwards for a schoolboy
One…
Two…
Th… Kickout!
Daniel: High flying action by Jamie Parker
Max: Who is obviously not slowed down by the upcoming Turkey day
David and Parker are up on their feet now as they circle around each other as they both look to lock up. David goes in for the lock up, as does Parker, but suddenly, Parker slides under David’s legs, and as David turns around again, Parker goes for an Enziguiri, but David catches the leg. Parker almost immediately lifts up his other leg in the air with an another Enziguiri to connect with Nicoll’s head, but David ducks as Parker spins around. Nicolls grabs the back of Parker’s head, dropping it to the mat. Nicolls with the cover
One…
Two…
Thr… Kickout!
Daniel: Quick moves by these men out here tonight
Max: Well, Nicolls is a bit of a surprise to me
Daniel: You’d think his thetan levels were through the roof
Parker rolls to Adams and makes the tag. Both men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring, both move around still locked up as David moves Adams to a different corner of the ring as he pushes him into the turnbuckle. Nicolls hits a hard chop on Adams’s chest before climbing up to the top turnbuckle as he starts punching Adams on the head repeatedly
Max: I love this part
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
David goes for an eighth punch, but it is countered with a punch to the mid-section by Adams. Adams grabs Nicolls as he puts his legs on his shoulders and moves forward as he goes to hit a Powerbomb.
Daniel: Here it is
Max: UnstoppaBomb!
David is trying to stop the move as he punches Adams in the head again. Adams stumbles with the heavier man on top before David jumps off, making the tag on Desmond
Daniel: Quick tag by David Nicolls
Max: And Mike looks a little lost
Desmond Troy charges in, knocking the former heavyweight champion down with a clothesline. Adams stands back up, but gets knocked right back down with another. Desmond Troy is on fire, as Adams is knocked silly. Desmond Irish whips Adams into the ropes, and hits him with the kitchen sink as he comes back. Desmond waits for Adams to stand, calling him out
Daniel: This man is all fired up
Desmond gets tired of waiting, picking Mike Adams up off the mat. But Mike answers by driving his shoulder into the stomach of Troy, picking him off the mat into a spinebuster. Both men are down, with Adams crawling to the corner
Daniel: What a hit by Mike Adams!
Max: And the momentum has changed again
Desmond looks lost in his thoughts, as Mike has made it back to a standing position. Desmond makes it back to his feet, and Adams locks him up in the UnstoppaBomb
Max: Different man, second time’s a charm
Adams connects with the bomb. David Nicolls runs in, pounding on the back of the neck of Adams, Adams tries to push David off, but he is too much. Nicolls is about to finish off Mike Adams, when a quick kick to the head by Jamie Parker stops him. Parker hits Nicolls with the Substitution, as Mike Adams makes the pin
One…
Two…
Three…
Mina: Here are your winners… Mike Adams and Jamie Parker, the RESISTANCE!
As the Resistance music hits once again, Parker motions to the outside for Mina to pass him the mic. Mina hands the mic into the ring, and Parker grabs it waiting for the music to be cut.
Parker: Ok, now that we have the formality of that match out of the way, we want the champions and we want them next week. Hell, we want them right now.
The crowd cheers loudly at the thought, but there is no movement on the ramp to indicate that Parker and Adams are going to get their wish. Adams takes the opportunity to grab a mic for himself.
Parker: No bite, thought as much. Still, in spite of that, we aren’t going away Royalty. Every move you make, we’ll be there ahead of you. Every time you squirm your way out of facing us, we’ll just come back the next week and wait, and we’ll keep on waiting, because this fed, hell this state isn’t big enough for you to hide in forever. So, if my maths is correct, the law of averages states that you will be due to defend your titles again in 9 weeks time, and we’ll still be waiting then. Until then, let me give you a little message.
Our will to win, our determination and persistence
Will ensure the titles make their way to Resistance.
You continue to hide, we’ll just continue to hunt
Until we take down The Judge and that slimy Cassius cun…….
Parker is stopped by Hurt’s “Fall Apart,” as Carlos Gonzalez makes his way to the stage, microphone already in hand.
Adams: Ah, here he is. The Mouth of the South of the border, Carlos Gonzalez. What can we do for you Carlos? Let me guess, you want us to stop by the garage and pick up some more grease for your hair? Or maybe you’d like us to take out some competition in the lawn mowing business. Hell knows, you can’t really rely on your Royal cronies to be up for a fight.
Carlos: How dare you! I am 100% American, born and raised in San Diego California!
Parker: Sure, I’m American too. Hell, I’m sure Osama Bin Laden is as well. We’re all American!
Carlos: You know Parker, for a man who likes to run his mouth a lot, you sure like to talk the talk, but have you got the walk to accompany it? History suggest not. Was it not Royalty who deposed you as tag team champion to begin with?
Parker: you want to see if I can walk the walk? Fine, make the match then. Resistance vs Royalty next week, titles on the line!
Carlos: Ok Parker, I’ll bite. Next week you’ll get your shot at a champ, but it won’t be a tag match. It won’t even be against a tag champion. Next week, you will face the WPW hardcore champion, 2.
Parker looks confused in the ring as Adams turns to look at him. Carlos turns round on the ramp, but stops just before he goes through the curtain.
Carlos: Oh and Parker, just to clarify, the title will NOT be on the line.
Max: 2 vs Parker next week, that should be some battle.
Daniel: Yes, but why? 2 and Parker have no beef with each other.
Max: Simple really. Carlos wants to turn as many people as possible against Resistance. He also wants them taken out, and who better to do that than the hardcore champion?
Daniel: I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out next week. Join us when we come back.
Amy: Welcome back to Tuesday Night Turmoil everybody. I’m standing here with a man who claims that he is out to save WPW from that which was killing it, Mr. Gunnar Brian. Gunnar, tell me, what exactly was killing WPW? Was El Pollo Negro that much of a threat?
Gunnar looks at Amy.
Gunnar: Yes, and I’ll tell you why. No he wasn’t going to be beating anyone, except for maybe Al Gore. El Pollo Negro was the core of what was wrong with WPW in that he spent every week on our television sets. Sure the people watched his spots. Yeah the initial El Pollo Negro open challenge had some of the best ratings we’d ever seen. But what about since then Amy?
Amy: …Um…?
Gunnar: Since then it’s been a downward spiral. El Pollo was fun, sure, but look at the long term effects. Look at the product now, and how many fans we’ve lost. Even aside from the fans, just take a long hard look at the fed in general. Not as sparkly as it was a few months ago is it?
Amy: …Uh…
Gunnar: How many wrestlers spots did we have to replace in the Tournament of Champions? How many people have quit in the past three months? Just like the WWE lost it’s stars when the product turned to crap, we lost our edge when we decided to push a giant black chicken over people who actually deserved it.
Amy: Well…
Gunnar: No, don’t speak Amy. A change is coming, and instead of abandoning WPW like everyone else, I’m here to save it. Everyone has two choices. Either rally behind me, or get used to choking on my dust, because the WPW we’ve been forced to accept these past few months, is over…
Gunnar walks off camera and the cameras go to the ring.
Daniel: Here we go folks, it's been a long time coming but The Judge finally has his second round opponent for the Tournament of Champions.
Max: Yeah, I mean at first it was Dust, then it was Nick, then it was Dust again. Then Dust quit, and quite honestly it got confusing as hell for all of us.
Daniel: But last week the Invitational took place and The Main Man emerged victorious.
Daniel: An underdog according to some people, but you can't discount Maddox's skills no matter which persona he is using. Let's go to the ring.
As Mina begins speaking the entire arena darkens and the tron begins to flash 12:00. "Forgive Me" starts up and a yellow spotlight is shown at the stage and The Judge is there preening for the fans as his tag team title belt can be seen through the overcoat.
Max: Here he comes, one half of the tag team champions and a member of Royalty!
Daniel: Speaking of that I hope we don't have a slew of run-ins here tonight as TMM feared.
Max: Well you heard Judge this week, apparently he doesn't need anyone to defeat Maddox.
Judge heads down to the ring "I Did My Tiem" blasts through the arena and some pyro goes off but instead of the normal mocking entrance by Maddox, he charges towards the ring quickly not even letting Mina get her annoucnement in. The bell sounds as TMM and Judge start exchanging lefts and rights.
Daniel: Talk about a house of fire!
TMM then starts taking advantage of Judge by beating him to the punch and blocking several of Judge's hard rights. TMM knocks Judge down to the mat, Judge gets back up quickly but TMM kncoks him down with a big right again, Judge gets up one more time and TMM hits a spinning clothesline to send Judge to teh mat once more. Judge rolls out of the ring to catch a quick breather.
Max: Wow! I don't think Judge was quite expecting this early barrage from TMM.
Daniel: But he did the smart thing her he got to the outside to collect himself and perhaps stall the momentum of TMM....oh wait!
As Judge is collecting himself outside he turns around right into a baseball slide kick from TMM. TMM then gets to his feet quickly and planchas to the outside on top of Judge. TMM then starts raining down fists on top of The Judge as the ref is counting. When the ref gets to eight, TMM slides back into the ring. He looks up at the ref, smirks and slides back out to give Judge some more punishment. As TMM was about to mount Judge again, Judge grabbed the front of his trunks and pulled TMM foward as he smacked his head right against the steel stairs.Judge got to his feet and kicked the back of TMM's head as it was still pressed against the steps.
Max: What a smart move by Judge there, he took the overconfident Main Man down a peg or two with those shots to the steps.
Judge rolls back into the ring as TMM is trying to collect himself. Judge waits patiently for TMM to get back into the ring, this time expecting a full on head of steam. But TMM simply steps into the ring and looks carefully at Judge. Judge smirks a little bit as he relaizes what happened probably before any of us have.
Max: What happened? Did that shot to the head knock something loose?
Daniel: Well you're on the right track, Maxie. But I think this is now Michael Maddux we've got in here instead of The Main Man.
Judge and Maddux lock up in a collar and elbow tie up and Judge shoves Maddux to the mat. Maddux burshes it off and locks back up with Judge. Thsi time he gets Judge in an arm wringer then sinches it into a hammerlock. Judge reaches behind him as a feint when Maddux movers his head, Judge reaches down between his legs and trips up Maddux. Judge spins around and starts kicking at the knee of Maddux until Maddux fights away and backs into the corner.
Daniel: Wow, what a change of pace here. It seems The Main Man was able to get Judge off guard by going full throttle but it seems that Michael Maddux is being outwrestled here by The Judge.
Max: Are you really buying into this split personality thing?
Daniel: What other explanation do you have for someone who seems to changfe everything about themselves in an instant?
Max: PMS?
Daniel: No wonder you're single.
Max: But I have a social life!
Daniel: I thought that catch prhrase died a long time ago.
Max: Catch phrase?
Maddux slams his fist on the ground in frustration and gets back to his feet. Maddux then starts begging Judge to hit him in the face, he is actually offering his chin to Judge.
Max: What the hell is he doing?
Daniel: I'm not sure.
Judge looks around with a quizzical look on his face. Maddux is screaming for him to punch him right in the face. Judge reels back his right fist then smirks and kicks Maddux in the same knee he attacked before. Judge is now really going to work on the knee by kicking the calf of Maddux, until finally chop blocking him to the mat. Judge then grabs the leg of Maddux and pulls him to the center of the ring then applies the spinning toe hold.
Daniel: Talk about your classic holds, that one was made famous by the Funk family, it is very effective.
Max: Yeah, but the last time I looked this wasn't the Double Cross Ranch.
Daniel: But the move is nonetheless doing its job Max.
Judge stops the toe hold then still holding onto the leg of Maddux uses his upper body strength to lfit the leg up high bringing some of Maddux's frame off the mat and Judge drives the leg of Maddux to the mat.
Daniel: Did he just do a modified Judgement DDT to the leg of Maddux?
Max: That's what it looked like to me.
Judge rolls over for a cover hooking the now injured leg but Maddux kicks out at one having too much upper body strength still to stay down for long. Judge tries to go for theleg of Maddux again but he kicks Judge away with his other foot and rolls to the rope. Maddux gets to his feet with the aid of the ropes but he is limping noticably. Judge senses blood and goes again for the leg but Maddux hooks his foot around the kicking leg of Judge and, with the aid of the ropes, nails a side Russian leg sweep.
Max: Well that was certainly and interesting counter by Maddux there.
Maddux gets back to his feet quicker than Judge and tries to shake back the feeling into his leg. Maddux picks Judge up delivering a few knees to the gut of the tag team champion. Judge grabs the third knee and holds the foot in the air, but Maddux quickly responds with an enziguri to the side of Judge's head.
Max: Oh does this mean we're going to see The Judge morph into Paulo Vincente or something?
Daniel: Don't be an assbag Max.
Maddux gets back up and stomps on Judge's gut a few times. As Judge tries to roll away Maddux nails a sharp kick to the small of the back of Judge. Judge gets back to his feet and Maddux quickly grabs him in a head lock. Judge shoots Maddux into the ropes and Judge goes for a back body drop, but Maddux sees it coming and hits a Triple H like knee smash to the face of Judge. Then all of a sudden Maddux grabs his knee in pain.
Max: What a dumb move by Maddux.
Daniel: It was an instinctual move, Maddux hits that move all the time, but he's never done it with an injured wheel.
With Maddux hunched over in pain Judge grabs his aching jaw and realzies he must capitalize on the error. He hooks Maddux by the waist and lfits him up into a huge powerbomb as Maddux's head snaps back with some real whiplash off the mat. Judge quickly flips Maddux over and goes for the pin but Maddux kicks out at two. Judge then grabs the leg onc eagain and locks up another classic hold, the figure four leg lock. Judge cleanches down on the hold as Maddux still appears to be out of it as he is lyign on the mat. The ref counts down the shoulders of Maddux but Maddux sits up at two with a fire in his eye. As Judge is sitting up applying as much pressure as he can, Maddux starts unloading rights and lefts to the face of Judge. Judge's grip on the submission hold loosens a bit with each successive punch to the face of Judge.
Daniel: Uh oh.
Max: What?
Daniel: Soemthing tells me Judge made a booboo. When Maddux's head snapped off the canvas I think he may have switched back to The Main Man.
Max: Judging by the brutal closed fists I say you might be right.
Judge releases the hold as TMM uses momentum from hsi uninjured leg to clothesline the sitting Judge to the mat. TMM now gets to his feet still favoring the leg heavily but he seems to be able to mask the pain better. TMM lifts Judge to his feet and Irish whips Judge to the ropes, as Judge comes back TMM nails a huge spinebuster. TMM lifts Judge back to his feet not giving Judge any time to catch his breath. Judge goes for a quick right but TMM ducks, spins Judge around and hits a huge German suplex. TMM goes for the cover but Judge grabs the ropes just before the three count can register.
Daniel: Talk about a momentum change, look at TMM taking it to Judge now. I don't know how long Judge can last against all these pure power shots.
Max: Judge is against the ropes but you have to remember no matter which personality is in charge it's still a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
Judge gets back to his feet only to get clotheslined down hard to the mat by TMM. TMM screams trying to sheild himself from his now sweeling knee, and goes to pick the ankle of the Judge. TMM then locks on an Ankle Lock as Judge screams in pain. Judge is trying to crawl twards the ropes but the upper body strength of TMM is keeping him in the center of the ring as much as possible. TMM then decides to end it and clamp down on the ankle lock with a grapevine.
Daniel: Oh man Judge is locked in the center of the ring now, this may be it for our Royal tag champion!
Judge looks like he is about to tap as TMM is ripping and tearing at the ankle of Judge. Judge raises his right hand as the fans are chanting for him to tap. But Judge shakes his head no and turns over so he is on his back. Judge then uses his now free other leg to deliver a few back kicks to the knee of TMM that is wrapped around Judge in the guillotine.
Max: What a smart move by Judge! That guillotine may have increased the hold on HJudge's ankle but when flipped over it exposed the already injured leg of TMM.
Daniel: That's a shocking accurate description of what's happened here Max.
Judge keeps one shoulder up toa void being pinned and dleivers harder and harder kciks until TMM screams and release his grip on the ankle of Judge. Judge then seemingly quick as a cat slaps on his half Boston crab. Judge uses his upper body strength to bend TMM's body as much as possible and digs his knee into the back of the head of TMM. TMM is in the center of the ring but frantically trying to get to the ropes. Eventually Judge lifts his knee and drives it into the back of the neck of TMM and leans back harder on the crab of the injured leg, and TMM is forced to tap out.
Mina: Here is your winner....The Judge!
Daniel: Wow, what a showing here by Maddux AND The Main Man here tonight!
Max: Judge may have had to deal with two completely different fighting styles but both men had a bum leg and Judge took advantage of it.
The cameras go backstage to show Desmond Troy and David Nicolls packing up their stuff.
David: So you’re sure you’ll be alright for next week then?
Desmond: …Yeah… Hey look man.
David: Save it. I don’t want to talk about your personal life, and you don’t want to hear what I have to say.
Desmond: …Okay…
David: Look, this week’s loss was a big, really big setback, and may have cost us a chance at being number one contenders again. We've now got near zero chance of taking Royalty’s titles before the ToC even begins.
Desmond: Yea.
David: So it’s important that next week, whatever bull shit match you get put into, you win. You need to look strong out there no matter if you’re facing Jamie Parker or Blade LaVigne. You understand?
Desmond: Completely.
David: Good.
David Nicolls moves to the door as his head looks like a big neon green blur before he turns around at the sound of his partner’s voice.
Desmond: Wait…
David: What…?
Desmond: In due time it’ll all make sense man… I promise.
David Nicolls looks to Desmond Troy for a moment, then turns back to the door.
David: Yeah… Whatever…
Nicolls walks out as TNT goes to commercial.
The scene returns to the backstage area where we see The Royal Knight walking alone. He kicks a can across his path and looks glum. He is approaching a door and moves to open it when the Judge meets him. The two stars look at each other as Carlos enters the frame as well and all three look silently at one another, something boiling in everyone’s mind. The door swings open and James Moriarty Cassius stands in the way.
JMC: Enter, all of you. And sit.
The three grudgingly move in. Cassius begins to address his three allies.
JMC: God defend me from my friends; From my enemies I can defend myself...
Things have not been going so well for us as of late, have they? We have suffered a great deal and it is only through only the skill of our wrestling prowess that we are all still in the Tournament. But so far, every puppet that carlos has chosen has failed to claim Scorch’s title from his foolish grasp. And now, in this week alone I see more betrayal, not accidental foolery and idiocy that cost Cameron his World Title and thus mine, but willing betrayal! Someone went back on their allegiances for a second.. not long but the entire world saw it.. .The Entire world saw The Royal Knight!
Cassius places his kendo sticks around the neck of the Royal Knight, his head lowers but his eyes keep the gaze.
JMC: Or are you back to being The Stallion now? Lover of women, even the ones that hurt you so much. Sap, fool, wearer of your heart on your sleeve!.... I took you in all those months ago, when she had betrayed you. You promised to be my apprentice, my Royalty.. but there you were, As if Redemption never happened, as if you could do anything and return to my arms. For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night... Betrayal, Traitorism by the smirk nature on your face!
Cassius breaks off and moves back in front of all three others.
JMC: Incompetent fools. I should have been WPW champion again by now, but at this rate, I shall be lucky if one of you does not cost me the title before I have even seen the glimmer of the World Title. I am always there to correct your mistakes, all of you. But one of you feels like he knows more than I do. That ten months of experience as World Champion means nothing to him! That he ALWAYS knows what is right for him and us... He is wrong, he has screwed up plan after plan of mine, things that would have boiled to fruition in great colour. Someone has been failing me for a long time. And when he fails me, he fails us all, the remaining two who has been so loyal to the cause.
Royal Knight, you are to stand.
RK stands from his steel chair. The Judge moves back from him, shuffling on his Chair. Carlos lets a grin slip from his face.
JMC: Declare this an Emergency.
Come on and spread a sense of urgency
And pull us through.
Cassius reaches up with his kendo sticks, ready to bear down. But as he does, The Royal Knight Grabs the chair he is sitting on and brigns it violently down... On Carlos Gonzales!!
Daniel: HOLY SHIT!
Max: WHAT? ... I mean.... The fuck?
JMC looks over at Carlos, crumpled on his chair. He tilts his head and looks at him, and Back to RK, who grins from ear to ear.
JMC: YOU are the failure! You are the reason I am not World Champion. You are the weight to Royalty, worse than Dust ever was! Your idiotic guidance last week was the last straw. Heads will roll. And it was yours. And this.. this is the End of the World.
Cassius points and Judge and Royal Knight lift up. He points over at Carlos’s Desk and the two move over to it. They then hook Carlos’s arms behind them. JMC grabs the chair used before and brings it down right on the crown of the Boss of WPW. At the same Moment, RK and Judge both drop Carlos, hitting him with the Royal Blood through his own Desk.
Max: Our boss, our pay check signer is getting killed by Royalty!
Daniel: I never ever thought I would see this happen, The Royalty, leaving the employ of Carlos.. And now they seem determined to kill him off!
The Three sole remaining members of Royalty looks down at Carlos, crashed inside his own desk, not moving. JMC looks over to RK, his chosen executioner. And then to Judge..
Judge: Necessary evil has never felt so good to do, has it?
Daniel: This is Sick! We have just seen our Boss get annihilated!
Max: And Carlos destryed just in time for the main event, huh?
Daniel: Uh, yes Max. I think that was the point. No more interruptions now, it’s the big match of the night, the match everyone wants to see!
Max: What, a Scorch match where the title isn’t on the line? A Scorch match where, because said title is not on the line, Scorch barely even bothers? A Scorch match…
Daniel: ALL RIGHT!! You made your point!
Max: I was just saying, s’all…
Daniel: All that is beside the point. Scorch… Well, he has barely even been seen around a WPW Arena leading up to this title match. To me, that screams that he is a confident man, waiting until the time is right to show his face.
Max: In other words… Pinch.
Daniel: You keep saying that… What the hell is pinch?
Max: That’s obvious.
…
Daniel: OW! You didn’t have to literally pinch me! And using your nails! That was just mean!
Max: That’s what a pinch is.
Daniel: Ow… Ok, so what did you mean, metaphorically speaking?
Max: Uh, huh?
Daniel: I am sure you didn’t literally mean the term pinch, so what the hell did you mean?!
Max: Oh, pinching… You’re asking me? I thought you were like J.R, there was nothing you didn’t know?!
Daniel: Well, obviously there is. So please enlighten me.
Max: Eh, I can’t be bothered with explaining what pinching means, Daniel. Uh, try asking the Royal Knight. Maybe he can take a time out to tell you.
Daniel: What? You’re in a special mood tonight, aren’t you Max?
Max: Indeed Daniel, indeed.
Daniel: So now ladies and gentlemen, before my head implodes with all this talk of pinching, lets move onto tonight’s main event, Scorch vs. Andrew Xavier. And much like when Scorch took on Gunnar Brian, if Xavier wins tonight, next week on TnT, we will have ourselves a title match!
The shot moves to the right of Max and Daniel towards Mina as she steps up and away from her chair. She then grabs a nearby mic and makes her way to ringside before climbing up the steps and taking a couple of steps along the apron. Mina then kneels down and steps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes, stands up straight and advances to the centre of the ring where she brings the mic up to her lips.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the stipulation of this match is as follows; If Andrew Xavier can pin Scorch, or make him submit, Andrew Xavier will receive a title shot next week on TnT. However, if Scorch should win, next week on TnT, he will face a different opponent with the same stipulation in effect.
Mina pauses for dramatic effect before continuing.
Mina: And now, introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 340lbs, he is Andrew Xavier!
As the into to faint echoes through the air the crowd goes silent, than as the song continues the curtain opens and out steps Andrew Xavier. He holds his left wrist with his right hand then raises it above his head as blue pyro goes off in a circle all around him. As the song cuts into the main beat Andrew runs forward through a break in the fireworks and heads towards the ring. As he reaches the apron he slides right in and gets to his feet where he raises his arms to taunt like before. He then stands in the middle of the ring and awaits his opponent.
Mina: And his opponent, from Tinley Park, Illinois and weighing in at 240lbs, he is the WPW Champion, Scorch!
"Blisters and Coffee" starts and Scorch comes from the back, the WPW Championship around his waist. He runs to one end of the stage and takes the belt from around his waist and holds it up in his arms, to a pop from the crowd. Scorch then charges to the opposite end of the stage and repeats his actions, again to another pop from the crowd. Scorch dashes back to the middle of the stage, near the top of the ramp, fastens the belt around his waist and runs down one side of the ramp, slapping the hands of as many fans as possible. He continues to play up to the crowd by running around the ringside area slapping hands. Naturally, this gets the fans more hyped up for the coming match and as he finishes a lap around ringside, he jumps up onto the apron and flips over the top rope to get in the ring. Scorch glances over at Andrew Xavier before dashing to the nearest corner. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle to "strike a match." Scorch drops down and removes the belt from around his waist. Scorch raises the belt up in one arm to another pop from the crowd and hands it off to the referee. The crowd cheer, Mina smiles and she and walks over to the ropes. The referee, with the WPW Championship over his shoulder, dashes over and holds the ropes open for Mina. She exits the ring and the ref closes the ropes behind her. The ref then beckons someone over to him and the referee hands the WPW Championship to a member of the ring crew, who runs over to the announcer’s table with the belt. The lad with the belt places the belt length ways across the announcer’s table as Mina returns to her seat. Scorch watches as the WPW Championship is placed across the announcer’s table. The opening bell sounds to signal the beginning of this contest.
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Daniel: And Scorch is staring at his WPW championship. He seems focused on that championship.
Max: Well, he should be more focused on this match; he is in the ring against a much bigger man in the shape of Andrew Xavier.
Scorch takes his eyes off the WPW Championship and turns to face Andrew Xavier… Only to be flipped like an omelette by Xavier as Andy charges in and connects with a devastating clothesline! Scorch lands face up on the canvas and Xavier drags Scorch away from the ropes, placing him near the centre of the ring. Xavier then mounts Scorch and begins raining lefts and rights down across his face. It takes a few seconds for Scorch to begin covering up as he is groggy from the clothesline, but when he does, Xavier immediately stops pummelling him and grabs Scorch’s right arm. Keeping his grip on Scorch’s arm, Xavier gets to his feet and literally yanks Scorch up to a vertical base with him. However, Xavier does not let go of Scorch’s arm, opting instead to pull him in closer. Xavier quickly releases Scorch’s arm and flips him again with a short arm clothesline! Scorch lands face down on the canvas.
Daniel: Woah! Scorch is being simply overpowered here by Andrew Xavier; he is being manhandled in that ring!
Max: What did you expect? Scorch to waltz in and simply pin the guy?
Daniel: Well, not quite that!
Xavier taunts to the crowd before reaching down and grabbing a handful of Scorch’s dreads. The ref dashes over to admonish Xavier, but as Xavier wrenches Scorch up to a vertical base, he throws his free hand out towards the ref, threatening to punch him. The ref immediately backs away and threatens to disqualify Xavier, but its to no avail as Xavier ignores the ref to continue his assault on Scorch. Xavier then locks both arms around Scorch’s waist in a front waist lock, before moving quickly and taking Scorch down to the canvas with a belly-to-belly Suplex! Xavier quickly gets to his feet and reaches down, grabbing Scorch’s head and arm and forces him up to a vertical base. Xavier, while keeping his grip on Scorch’s arm, quickly wrenches Scorch’s arm up and behind into a hammerlock. Xavier applies the pressure and Scorch slaps at his shoulder as he struggles to free himself, but Xavier is just too strong and he practically lifts Scorch off the canvas as he continues applying the pressure. Suddenly, Xavier releases Scorch from the hammerlock and spins him round to face him. Xavier then kicks Scorch in the midsection, doubling him over. Andy places Scorch’s head between his legs and hoists him up and onto his shoulders, looking to power bomb Scorch. However, Scorch realises his predicament and begins punching at Xavier, connecting with two solid blows to the temple before bending backwards and looking to hurracanrana Xavier… But the attempt is futile as Xavier is just too strong. Xavier forces Scorch back into a sitting position and drives him down to the canvas with a nasty powerbomb! Xavier doesn’t release Scorch and opts to return to a vertical base… With Scorch still on his shoulders! Xavier then drives Scorch down to the canvas for a second powerbomb, before returning to a vertical base and delivering a third powerbomb! This time however, Xavier doesn’t return to a vertical base, instead he remains bent over Scorch, thus keeping the WPW Champions shoulders pinned to the mat. The ref dives down to make the count…
1…
2… NO!! Scorch just pops his shoulder off the canvas, but he is unable to escape Xavier’s grip, and Andrew returns to a vertical base, while keeping Scorch atop his shoulders.
Daniel: Scorch is being thoroughly dominated in the opening stages of this bout Max!
Max: Duh, Xavier has all the power he needs to succeed in this business, and he is using it to assert himself in this match!
Daniel: That’s a good point Max.
With Scorch still on Xavier’s shoulders, Scorch tries to again free himself by raining blows down on Xavier’s head. This time, Xavier releases his grip on Scorch and Scorch drops down to the canvas directly in front of Xavier. However, Scorch stumbles as a result of the offence Xavier has piled upon him, and this gives Xavier enough time to counter. Xavier quickly grabs Scorch’s arm and whips him to the opposite ropes. Scorch rebounds off the ropes and charges towards Xavier, who positions himself. Scorch gets closer and closer… And Xavier quickly sweeps Scorch up off the canvas and hits a devastating Spine-buster! Xavier quickly gets to his feet and plays to the crowd, much to their chagrin. Xavier then reaches down and grabs a handful of dreads once more before forcing Scorch up to his feet. Xavier then scoops Scorch up off the canvas and up onto his shoulder. Xavier, with Scorch on his shoulder, walks to the nearest corner and turns to face the opposite corner.
Daniel: Such high impact moves from Andrew Xavier here tonight Max!
Max: Yeah! Xavier is showing us why he could very well be the next WPW Champion, and why he could keep the championship if he won it!
Daniel: But just like last week, Martin Cameron failed to beat Scorch… And he still got a title shot.
Max: Maybe… Just maybe… That was because he does hold a win over Scorch!
Daniel: Oh yeah… Anyway, what the hell are we about to see here from Xavier?
Xavier then raises his free arm to taunt before charging forwards and delivering a massive running powerslam to Scorch! Xavier stays atop Scorch and quickly hooks the leg. The ref dives down to make the count…
1…
2… NO! Scorch kicks out, but barely!
Daniel: What a powerslam there by Xavier! That was reminiscent of the great British Bulldog!
Max: See, you are like J.R, you have so much trivia in your head! I reckon you should go onto that forum and challenge for the championship!
Daniel: Huh??
Max: Never mind!
Xavier quickly moves up to his knees before stepping up to his feet and glaring at the referee. He then turns to face the corner he just charged towards and advances towards is as Scorch starts moving. Xavier closes in on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, untying the cover on the turnbuckle and throwing it down to the canvas. The ref spots this and picks it up, again threatening to DQ Xavier. All the while, Scorch is recovering as he has moved up to his knees. The referee then turns his back on Scorch and Xavier as he tries to reattach the turnbuckle cover. Xavier then advances towards Scorch and measures him, waiting for him to get to his feet. Scorch then steps up to his feet and looks up at Xavier… Only to receive a swift kick to the stones that doubles him up! The crowd boo as Xavier grabs Scorch’s head and positions for the Generation Shift… Xavier then drops to a sitting position and nails the move! Scorch lands face down on the canvas and Xavier rolls him onto his back… However, Xavier doesn’t realise that he has just rolled Scorch a little too close to the ropes… Xavier then covers Scorch with a lateral press, neglecting to hook the leg. He screams at the referee to turn around and the referee duly obliges. He notices the pin and drops down to make the count…
1… Scorch raises his right leg and places it on the bottom rope…
2…
3… NO!! The referee notices Scorch’s foot on the rope at the last possible millisecond! Xavier however, thinks he has just won the match and quickly springs up to his feet, celebrating. The referee quickly gets to his feet and points out that Scorch got his foot on the rope. Naturally, this sends Xavier into a rage, limbs flying every which-way, and arguing with the referee. This gives Scorch some time to recover, but not much as Xavier advances towards him and reaches down, grabbing his arm. Xavier literally drags Scorch away from the ropes and forces him up to his feet. Xavier then lowers his head and pops Scorch up onto his shoulders, looking for the Xavier Experience… However, Scorch kicks his legs and manages to wriggle out of Xavier’s grip. Scorch then drops down behind Xavier and stumbles slightly before dropping to his knees. Scorch then places his arm around Xavier’s right leg and pulls backwards, dropping Xavier to the canvas in a school boy roll up… The ref drops down to make the count…
1…
2…
3…
… YES!! Scorch barely gets the win!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Scorch quickly rolls out of the ring and dashes around ringside to retrieve his championship belt as ‘Blisters and Coffee’ hits and Mina gets to her feet while grabbing a nearby mic.
Mina: Here is your winner, the WPW Champion, SCORCH!
Scorch retrieves his belt and scrambles towards the ramp. He turns to face Xavier, whose face is bright red with rage. Scorch begins backtracking up the ramp, occasionally stumbling as he does so. He then raises the belt above his head and points at Xavier, who is fuming in the ring, dashing around in and screaming. Scorch continues backing up before disappearing behind the curtain.
Daniel: Woah… That was one hell of an unexpected end to this match Daniel! I thought Andrew Xavier had it in the bag!
Max: Yeah, I mean he was dominating through out… Scorch literally stole this match from him!
Daniel: I wouldn’t say that!
Max: What else do you call that? A roll up? A desperate roll up in the dying seconds of the match?
Daniel: Uh…
Max: Theft. That’s what you call it Daniel!
Daniel: Hmmm…
Xavier is pacing back and fourth in the ring, the referee trying to calm him down. Suddenly, Xavier stops and glares at the referee. The referee stops in his tracks, like a deer in the headlights. Xavier then dashes forward and boots the ref in the gut, doubling him over. He then grabs the referee’s arm, bows his head and pops the referee up onto his shoulders ala Scorch. Xavier then nails the referee with the Xavier Experience!
Daniel: Well… That’s gonna cost him!
Xavier gets to his feet and stares down at the referee who isn’t moving. Xavier then exits the ring and heads up the ramp as the crowd boo him all the way. He disappears behind the curtain and the shot rotates back to the referee, who is still down.
Daniel: Well… What a way to end the show… Scorch gets the win tonight over Andrew Xavier, but look at the referee! Surely that will cost Xavier?!
Max: Of course it will, you don’t put your hands on an official!
Daniel: *Deep Breath* This will surely have repercussions for Andrew Xavier, but what does this mean for Scorch? Will Carlos screw him again and give Xavier a title shot next week, or will we see a new challenger?
Max: Daniel… Xavier just beat up a referee, you really think he is going to get a title shot next week?!
Daniel: Maybe… It is Carlos… Anyway folks, for Max Stockton, I am Daniel Justice saying goodnight!
The shoot dramatically zooms out showing several medics rushing the ring to aide the referee before fading to black.
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