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Aperama
01-07-2009, 05:22 AM
WPW Tuesday Night
Turmoil!
January 6th, 2009
Edwards Hall
Miami, FL

Daniel: Welcome everyone to TNT. I’m Daniel Justice, Alongside with Max Stockton, and what a show we have lined up for you tonight.

Max: We’re going to see some blood, in a Bring Your Own Weapon If Your Name Is Sal Karver Match!

Daniel: A lot on the line in our main event there… hang on, something’s going on from the entrance ramp!

“Take On Me” hits the speakers, and Stallion walks out from behind the curtain. The crowd jumps to their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs. Stallion makes his way to the ring, holding a microphone in hand.

Stallion: Good evening, and welcome to the first episode of Tuesday Night Turmoil for the calendar year!

The crowd pops at the New Year mention.

Stallion: And what a year it is going to be. We’re going to triumph. We’re going to see tragedy. We’ll see blood, sweat, tears, and just about every combination of each. But most importantly, 2009 will be the year of the unexpected. Now, before we venture too deeply into 2009, there are a few lingering issues from 2008.

Now, I know it was almost a year ago, but the Innovators of Wrestling decided to close out the year by performing a little tap-dance on my face, and isolating me from my tag team partner. Not cool guys. That’s not really going to fly in my book. And it’s not going to sit well with my partner James Cassius, who is in the building here tonight.

The crowd roars at the sound of JMC.

Stallion: Yes, he is alive and well. His spirit a little hurt considering the warm reception his colleagues gave him, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to live.

But the IOW had a little help in the form of a new member. Now I don’t know if Killing Joke has joined your little group, or is taking over the leadership position, or what have you. What I do know, is that my two goals have now merged into one.

See, 2009 is all about setting goals for yourself. I really only had two for the year: Destroy the IOW, and become WPW Champion. Killing Joke just made it that much easier on me to do both. Killing Joke had his time in 2008 to do whatever he wanted. Now, it’s my turn.

We saw the symbolic end of 2008, and we venture onward into the new era. There are a lot of things in this year ahead that we can’t be too certain about. We’ll see people come and go, with or without reason. But there is one thing you can definitely count on this year. You can almost set your clock to it. Soon, very soon, I will become WPW Champion.

“Take On Me” plays again, as Stallion drops the microphone. He raises his arms to the crowd, as he makes his way to the back.

Daniel: Strong words from the Number One Contender, who takes on Van Risen later tonight.

Max: And what a dumb move, insulting his referee before the match even started!

Daniel: Let’s get right into it with our first match!




"Bleed for Me" by Saliva hits. Blade hesitates for a moment before walking into view.

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's opening bout is scheduled for one fall! It is for the WPW Canadian Championship! Introducing first, from Gladstone, Michigan! Weighing in at 260 pounds... Blade.. LaVigne!

He cocks a smirk as he Folds his arms and walks to the ring. He slides into the ring and pirches himself on the top rope and looks into the crowd and trash talks while pointing to himself.

Daniel: Blade hasn't proved himself in WPW yet since his return from suspension. This could be his chance.

Max: What makes you think that?

Daniel: Well Blade has a lot of confidence going into...

Max: Ahhh Blah Blah, Blade talks a big game. I'd be highly surprised if he backed it up tonight.

Slowly the lights fade out untill all that can be seen are a few strobe lights and cameras from the fans flickering in the darkness. "Palm Trees" by Kill The Complex hits and after a long powercord, there is an explosion from the stage. Silver and blood red spotlights in the shape of heartagrams, shine down on the stage and begin to circle the arena. After a couple of seconds, the cameras zoom in on a figure standing right infront of the entrance curtains. It is none other than Jason Silver who is already making his way down the ramp with his championship.

Mina: And the opponent, from Dallas, Texas! Weighing in at 210 pounds! He is the WPW Canadian Champion.. Jason.. Silver!

As he reaches what could be considered the halfway point to the ring, Silver bursts into a full on dash to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope and uses his momentum to turn his body and slide up into a kneeling position. As the cameras refocus, a grin can be seen on Silvers painted face as he slowly stands up and begins to pace the ring.

Daniel: And here is the champion looking ready for action.

Max: Hey Dan, what if I bet money on both of them? I'd win for sure right?

Daniel: Uh...yeah..

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Silver goes straight to Blade. He dropkicks him to the mat twice, then clotheslines lines him. He's all over Blade while he gets us. Silver kicks him in the leg, the side, then another dropkick takes Blade to the outside. Blade lands on his feet, but turns around to a crossbody from Silver. Silver gets up, then picks Blade up and rolls him into the ring. Blade gets up while Silver is on the apron and runs to hit him but Silver bends over and gives Blade a shoulder to the mid section. Blade backs up holding his stomach, then Silver hits a springboard clothesline. He then walks over to the corner and waits for Blade to get up. Silver sends Blade a hard spinning heel kick to the jaw.

Daniel: Blade is getting no offense in the early going of the match.

Max: Just as I predicted.

Daniel: Well it is just the beginning of the match, give Blade time.

Silver picks Blade up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He charges Blade but Blade gets a boot up to Silver's jaw. Silver comes again but Blade gets out of the way and Silver crashes into the turnbuckle. Blade grabs him from behind and gives him a German suplex. Blade then tries for a cover:

1....kickout.

Blade gets up quickly and stomps Silver so he stays down. Blade then gets back down and puts Silver a sleeper hold. Silver tries to squirm out but it only makes Blade tighten the hold. As Silver gets his feet closer to the ropes, Blade squeezes harder. Silver finally gets a foot on the ropes and Blade releases the hold.

Daniel: See, I told you to give Blade time. Now he's in control.

Max: But can he stay in control the whole match and come off with the victory? That we will see.

Blade stomps Silver more times, then picks him up and whips him to the ropes but Silver reverses and waits for Blade to come back. Blade clings onto the ropes, Silver runs at him and Blade ducks and launches him over the top rope. Silver lands on the apron, then he springboards off the top rope toward Blade but Blade counters with a dropkick. He's follows up with a legdrop and a cover:

1.....
2......kickout.

Blade then goes to the top rope but Silver catches him and runs to the ropes to make Blade lose balance and fall with the turnbuckle between his legs.

Max: I bet Blade's regretting going up top now.

Daniel: I know, that doesn't look like it feels too pleasant.

Jason Silver gets on the ropes too, then pulls Blade up to be level with him, then hits a superplex. Blade rolls out of the ring and falls to the outside floor. Silver gets back up after a few moments. He ignores the referee and goes outside with Blade. He picks Blade up and whips him toward the steel steps, but Blade reverses it, Silver doesn't go, he instead pulls Blade toward him and hoists him up on his shoulders.

Daniel: Are you kidding me? He cannot be about to...

Max: Ah but he can be, and he is. Do it!

Daniel: Sometimes I think you won't be happy until all of the superstars are paralyzed.

Jason Silver, without hesitation, hits Mindfreaked on the outside floor! Jason Silver just gets up and stares down at a broken Blade, then picks him up and slides him back into the ring. He covers:

1.......
2...........
3!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL the WPW Canadian Champion, Jason Silver!

Daniel: Well Jason Silver did it. He retained his title at Blade's expense. Blade could be injured badly.

Max: It's a risk to step in that ring in the first place. Blade knows that and so do you.

Daniel: I know, but it just doesn't seem right.

Max: Well, maybe it doesn't seem right, but ya know, it's only Blade LaVigne...

Daniel: You're such a nice guy, Max.

Jason Silver walks up the ramp, and leaves through the curtain with his championship title on his shoulder. The referee helps Blade up, and another near by official helps him out of the ring. The two referee's assist Blade up the ramp, when "What a Shame" by Shinedown hits the PA. The crowd go from talking amongst themselves, to a loud chorus of boos.

Daniel: What the hell? Don't tell me he's coming out here now to injure Blade LaVigne even further.

Max: I hope he is, I enjoy a good show.

Daniel: You really are sick.

Max: Oh yeah, I'm sick! You're the one who didn't get the popcorn!

Daniel: What the hell does popcorn have to do with this?

Max: Well, you knew Blade was on the card, you knew he would lose, hence a show, yet no popcorn!

Suddenly, Dan Murph Sr bursts through the curtain, and begins walking down the ramp, passing Blade LaVigne and the two referee's on his way down to the ring, never giving Blade a second look. Murph Sr walks up the steps, and climbs through the middle rope and into the ring, grabbing a microphone from Mina, and standing in the centre of the ring, waiting for the crowd to quiet down a bit.

Daniel: Well, this is certainly a shock. When that music hit, I was sure Dan Murph was on his way out here to cause havoc.

Max: I guess he's busy preparing for his match later on tonight.

Daniel: I guess so.

Murph Sr puts the microphone up to his lips, but each time he goes to speak, he's cut off by the crowd boo'ing even louder than before. This continues for a few moments, before Murph Sr puts the microphone to his lips once more, this time furiously.

Senior: Look, I have all night. If you people don't want to hear me out, and want to waste the money you spent on your tickets to watch me stand here for the next hour and a half, I'm more than willing to do just that. So how about you all shut your mouths, and listen to me, so you can enjoy the rest of the show?

Daniel: Oh fantastic, we're being held up by an aging Irishman, thats exactly what TNT needs.

Max: Why not? It's definately different to every other wrestling company out there.

Daniel: You have a point, Max. A really, really warped point, but a point.

Max: Is that because I'm the best?

Daniel: No, it's because you're an idiot.

Max: I was close though!

The crowd continue to boo, as Murph Sr just stands in the ring, with his hands on his hips.

Max: You don't think he'd seriously just stand there all night, do you?

Daniel: I don't know, Max. I really do not know.

Max: I mean, isn't there someone who can come out and get him out of the ring?

Daniel: Have you ever fought an Irishman, Max?

Max: No.

Daniel: Want to?

Max: Erm, no?

Daniel: Exactly.

The crowd finally begin to quiet down a little, enough to hear what Murph Sr has to say, atleast.

Senior: That's better.

Senior: I promised my son earlier this week, I would come out here tonight, and explain my actions from the end of Tuesday Night Turmoil last week. When Mike Adams and Chris Cage raised my son's hands in the air, after they successfully lost their main event tag match last week, I grabbed my son and I pulled him away. I made the decision that it wasn't the right place for him to be, and I got him to leave with me, instead of standing in the ring, celebrating.

Senior: Why did I do it? Well let me tell you a little story.

Daniel: Oh, here we go.

Max: I'm starting to wish we just watched him stand there all night.

Daniel: Me too.

Senior: Five months ago, when I was watching this program each and every week, I saw a dominating force. I saw a couple of guys who had come together through one common goal - to dominate the competition put in front of them, and to make sure that they became the top guys in this company. I watched on as they broke James Cassius' neck. And it became clear to me that these guys were the guys making the big impact around here. They were the guys doing what needed to be done to be successful. This particular group always had its critics. Individually, and together, but that didn't matter. Because they knew what they needed to do. And they did it, they were as brutal as they needed to be. Just look back and what they accomplished in such a short space of time. Florida State Championship, ending the reign of the longest reigning Florida Champion in history. Breaking James Cassius' neck, and making sure that he had to go and hide behind his "friend", because he lost all his confidence, and became nothing more than a coward.

Senior: I was proud of my son when he chose to join this group. I felt it was a new direction that he needed. Acknowledging that he couldn't get to, and maintain a place at the top by himself, at least not without an almighty struggle. But...then the cracks began to show. First, the whole fiasco with Jerimiah Ranks, then as I watched on, I saw that drive, that willingness to do whatever needed to be done - disappear. It just completely vanished. Mike Adams and Chris Cage both became lazy, they stopped caring about being successful, about making a name for themselves. And instead, they choose to ride my sons coat tails.

Senior: Now, don't get me wrong. Mike Adams and Chris Ca...Mike Adams has a lot of talent. But both of my son's fellow "Innovators" have done absolutely nothing to prove me to that they are a good influence on my son. Just look at last week for example. The two men stood in the ring, even after myself and Dan had left, and celebrated...a loss. Who the hell celebrates losing a match? You let Dan come out, and you let him do all the work, you let him do what you failed to do between the two bells, and then, you tried to take the credit for it.

Senior: Put simply, you two, are failures. And although I haven't managed to get that through my son's head just yet. In time, I will. In time he will see that his place in this company does not belong in the same place as the two of you. He'll come to realise that he doesn't need to be dragging the two of you up the ladder with him. Because now he has his father to guide him.

Senior: And guide him I will.

Daniel: Wow, I cannot believe what we've just heard here. Dan Murph Sr, is trying to get his son...to leave the Innovators of Wrestling?

Max: I can't wait to hear Mike Adams' reaction to this.

Daniel: Me neither. Folks, we'll be back with more action on TNT, after this short break!









Daniel: Up now we have Dan Murph going one on one with Xavier Ray!

Max: These two guys really don’t see each other too often in regular action, do they?

“Heart of a Champion” plays in the arena, and Xavier Ray makes his way down to the ring. He slaps hands with a few fans along the way, ready to prove himself.

Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… Xavier Ray!

Daniel: A promising young rookie in Xavier Ray here.

Max: Rookie Schmookie, I haven’t seen him do anything yet!

Daniel: He’s a bright star in this federation, just waiting to shine.

“What a Shame” hits the speakers, as Dan Murph makes his way out to the ring. He is alone, but has a look of confidence on his face.

Mina: And his opponent… Dan Murph!

Daniel: Interesting to see Dan’s father not with him at ringside, his voice of reason.

Max: Voice of reason? He stopped Dan from doing any harm to Cassius last week

Daniel: I’m beginning to think you never got that dictionary I sent you for Christmas.

Max: Of course I got it. Best damn doorstop I’ve ever had!

The bell rings and Ray charges at Murph with a flurry of punches. Dan steps back, ducking and weaving between the shots, taking rather minimal blows. Dan ducks under a large right hook from Ray and gets right up to him, almost face to face. Dan pushes a slightly stunned Ray back and extends his arm forward with a carefully placed right sending Ray back to the ropes.

Daniel: And Ray goes right after the former champion.

Max: What a dumb little kid. Aggression never gets you anywhere! Just look at John Cena. Where'd he get with 'ruthless aggression'?

Dan grabs the wrist of Ray and whips him across the ring. Ray comes off the ropes and runs back into an arm drag by Dan who keeps a hold of the arm as he pulls himself quickly to his feet before letting go and stomping on Ray.

Daniel: Dan Murph has been on a rampage, hurting and attacking just about anyone who gets in his way.

Max: He’s angry, and he’s bitter.

Daniel: That shouldn’t give him the right to just go out and hurt people.

Ray slowly puts his hands on the mat and pulls himself to his feet, a little angry with himself. He looks up only to see the incoming arm of Dan, who knocks Ray back to the mat with a clothesline. Ray jumps up straightaway and holds his fists up defensively.

Max: Now that’s just silly.

Daniel: I wouldn’t be so sure. Xavier Ray has a lot to prove to this older lion!

Max: But jumping up like that?

Daniel: I don’t think Ray is going to be intimidated here!

Both men charge at each other. Ray slips behind Murph to lock in a rear chin lock, but Murph elbows Ray in the stomach to break the hold. Murph begins to stand when Ray tries locking him in a side headlock, but Murph easily slides out, and then locks Ray in a side headlock of his own.

Daniel: And there you see the experience winning out..

Max: Well duh, Xavier doesn’t have any!

Murph twists over forcing Ray to the mat in a side headlock takedown. Ray hits the mat, and Murph quickly grabs hold of his arm and locks him in an arm bar.

Daniel: Dan looking to end this match early with a submission.

Xavier Ray is close enough to the ropes, grabbing them instantly. Dan turns his attention for a moment, angry he let Ray so close to the ropes. Dan turns back, and a stiff uppercut catches Murph off guard. Ray pulls back and gets a stiff knife edge chop.

Daniel: Now that was a rookie mistake.

Max: You’re telling me, Xavier should know better!

Daniel: I’m talking about Murph, letting Ray get so close to those ropes. It looks like it’ll cost him now!

Ray is quick on the offense, continuing with hard chops, backing Murph against the ropes. X-Ray hits a hard clothesline, sending Murph over the ropes. Murph lands on the other side, laying on the apron. As Murph gets back to his feet, Ray turns and blasts Murph with an overly stiff right hand. Murph drops from the apron and lays flat on his back on the outside.

Daniel: Look at this young kid go.

Max: He really is taking it to the bigger man, okay, I'll give you that, but..

Daniel: Xavier Ray is showing no fear at all here tonight!

Xavier Ray has the advantage and stomps down on Murph on the outside. Murph tries to pull himself up via the barriers, but Ray continues the assault. Ray begins to pull up Murph, who suddenly drops Ray with a jawbreaker. Dan slides back into the ring, then out again to break the ten count.

Max: Smart move by Dan there, don’t lose by countout after all!

Xavier Ray is waiting for Murph, and hits a stiff shot to the gut. Xavier rolls into the ring, and Dan follows. Ray stomps on Murph back twice before delivering a leg drop to the back of Murph. Murph rolls onto his back as Ray drops into a cover..

One…
Two… Kickout!

Daniel: We almost saw an upset here tonight.

Max: Xavier Ray almost got really lucky there!

Daniel: I’m not so sure it was luck. This kid really knows what he’s doing..

Ray reaches down and reaches for Murph, taking hold of him by the head pulling him to his feet. Ray follows up with an uppercut forcing Murph to move back a step. Murph tries to counter with a clothesline, but Ray ducks it locking his hands around Murph’s waist.

Daniel: Another beautiful counter.

Ray lifts Murph up and over his head in a German suplex, but keeps the hands locked tightly around the waist. Ray drops Murph to the mat and spins around lifting the larger man up again for a second German suplex. Once again Ray connects with the move, keep the arms locks in the hopes of a third. Ray spins around and lifts Murph up for the third, but Murph manages to connect with an elbow.

Daniel: Xavier Ray almost gets the third, but Murph's able to slip away there.. And really, what brilliant leverage in taking over the three hundred pounder!

Murph uses his power to break the grip. Murph turns around, instantly ducking the forearm from Ray. He grabs Ray from behind moving into a headlock. Ray pushes Murph off and into the ropes. Murph ducks the clothesline from Ray and builds up a little speed, Murph ducks the reverse arm and bounces off the ropes with a flying forearm to Ray. Ray goes down heavily as Murph quickly grabs the arm again and locks in an armbar submission.

Max: That’s it, it’s over.

Daniel: I’m not so sure about that!

Xavier Ray is once again close to the ropes, sending Murph into a fury.

Daniel: Once again, Dan Murph locks in the submission too close to the ropes..

Max: He should, um.. get some credit for locking the hold in the first place!

Daniel: But Xavier was too clsoe to the ropes, forcing Dan to break the hold AGAIN!

Dan Murph picks Ray up in the center of the ring, and drapes him across his shoulders. Dan Murph connects with the Cyclone, not allowing Xavier Ray any time to react. Dan makes the cover.

One…
Two…
Three…

Mina: Here is your winner… Dan Murph!




We return backstage to see Dan Murph walking down a corridor with a towel around his neck from his last bout, as he rounds a corner near a pole, he comes face to face with none other than James Moriarty Cassius. Or rather, Cassius comes face to chest With Dan. JMC looks worse for wear, holding a cane in his hand, leaning on it. Dan looks pleased to do this and takes a step back. JMC simply looks disgruntled, peering through his fringe at Dan.

Dan: Well if it isn’t the hospital’s favorite patient! Here to get some revenge?

JMC: You would be surprised at what I am here for…

Dan: I’m sure I would, what’ll it be? Going to get Royalty to jump me before a match?

JMC smiles at Dan, but that fades.

JMC: There's no Royalty anymore. Just you and me.. Oh, and him too.

As this cue apruptly occurs, The Stallion appears on screen and quickly grabs Dan by the arm. Dan Looks over, ready to fight but as soon as he swings a fist, The Stallion is gone. Dan looks around, confused and makes for Cassius, ready to pummel him for his mind games.
But as he does so he is yanked backwards by his left arm. Dan turns around to see that his arm has been handcuffed to that nerby pole. He shakes it, pulling at it in an effort to test and hopefully break the metal.

JMC: If your desire is to slit your own wrists on the handcuffs, then I suggest you continue. If your desire is to break free.. Then you need the key.

Cassius jingles a set of keys in front of him. Dan, in a rage, swipes at JMC, who backs away from this caged beast.

JMC: And if you wish to get the keys then you need to listen.

Dan: You think this is funny? When I get out of here I will…

JMC: You will what? Break my neck for the third time? Never seems to keep me down, Daniel. Perhaps a new strategy is in order. Listening.

You see, I often used to wonder how matches on some Pay-Per-Views were formed, why two seemingly schedule-free wrestlers offend one another so much that they force a match from one another. At almost every Pay Per View, I have my opponent selected for me. Or I used to, when I was WPW Champion.

Dan: Oh you poor fucking thing!

Dan once again tries to wrestle with his restraint. JMC ignores this mockery of his situation.

JMC: And I am well aware, that the actions you take against me are designed to be such. You want to fight me at the next Pay-Per-View, do you not?

Dan: The longer you keep talking, the more I do. Yeah.

JMC: Well, here is the proposition. Don’t.

Dan: What?

JMC: I do not want to fight you. I have done it. I do not want to fight you because I am not a true wrestler anymore. I told you all, I am a manager. And a fine one of a talent that will be the saving of WPW. I want to focus my all on The Killing Joke. So I offer peace, and give you time enough to find an enemy yourself. One that simply is not me.

Dan: Like hell I will. Cassius. Once I get out of here, you won’t know a moments peace!

JMC: You’ll harass me until I give in? and I’ll ignore you. I am back in WPW to forgive myself for what I have done, I care nothing for you. I want you to leave me alone. And, as a show of good faith. I am going to unlock…

Cassius does not finish his sentence. As he reaches forward, Dan jabs at him with a hard right. It connects with JMC in the eye, Cassius doubles over, spinning with the impact but remaining on his feet. He turns up and straightens himself, his eye not able to be opened. Dan looks ready for a fight, Cassius seethes.

JMC: Leave me alone.

Cassius throws the keys in Dan’s Face and marches away. Dan, holding the keys to his freedom in his hand, laughs at the retreating JMC.

Max: Beat the shit outta him, Dan!

Daniel: Every week, JMC gets that more confusing.

Max: It’s a trap. JMC is still the asshole and the mastermind that he is!

Daniel: Or he’s telling, you know, the truth.

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01-07-2009, 05:29 AM
Daniel: This next match is truly a pointer to what is likely to happen in WPW in 2009.

Max: What? We put our prices up, we amalgamate with the US ladies softball league and our ban from downtown Miami is extended to the whole of Florida State including all Disney owned properties, not including the South-East Asia section of the Epcot Centre?

Daniel:……..No, Max. I mean the rise of Stallion and Van Risen at the expense of Killing Joke’s sanity.

Max: Don’t be silly, Daniel. Killing Joke and his sanity parted ways several years ago.

Daniel: It’s an oxymoron.

Max: It’s nothing like an ox, and don’t call me a moron. I passed my Elementary School certificate.

Daniel:…..When you were fifteen. I rest my case. No. This match is between the probable next WPW champion, Stallion and probably the greatest wrestler never to have held that championship, Van Risen. And………..if that wasn’t enough to get you to play close attention to the TV screens, the special guest referee for this match is current champion and star of ‘Live!’ The Killing Joke.

Max: What madman puts these three in the same ring and doesn’t charge PPV rip-off prices?

Daniel: The same madman that pays our wages each week – Carlos Gonzalez.

Max: So……this isn’t a Frost First?

Daniel: Or even a Frost Fiasco, as I prefer to call them – No. It’s a Gonzalez Gift, a Carlos Cadeau, more Mexican munificence.

Max: Can we get on with the match?

Ding Ding

Mina: This next match is to be decided by one fall and is between, approaching the ring at a weight of 215lbs and hailing from Dallas, Texas, he is The Stallionnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!

Reel Big Fish’s ‘Take on Me’ gets the crowd on their feet as Stallion bursts from behind the curtain. The number one contender slaps hands with most of the rampside fans as he gets down to the ring. Mina gets out of his way as he climbs the turnbuckle and gets even more enthusiasm from the Florida crowd.

Mina: His opponent, from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 240lbs, he is Van Risennnnnnnn!!!!!!!

Rasmus’ No Fear replaces Reel Big Fish on the PA and Van Risen emerges as the guitar kicks in.
The crowd response is slow at first, but builds to a crescendo. Van Risen looks a little abashed as he adjusts his mask and makes his way to the ring. He ignores the arms outstretched over the railing and slides into the ring before going to the second turnbuckle and posing for the crowd to admire his physique.

Daniel: The crowd seem pretty taken with Van Risen though I don’t think he’s too taken with them.

Max: Well, if this is the response that two second raters get, the roof is going to come off when the special referee comes out.

Daniel: That’s disrespectful to call these men second-raters. They have….

Black Sabbath takes over the PA before Van Risen has a chance to finish his posing. He jumps down with a disgruntled look in his eyes.

Mina: Introducing your special guest referee for this match…………..WPW World Champion and Hall of Famer……The Killing Joke!!!!!

Black Sabbath hits, the volume always a good 20 decibels more than any other entrance music and Killing Joke appears with a quick puff of magicians’ explosive. He wears a Batman style cape over a referee shirt and covers the lower part of his face with the cape as he makes his way to the ring, his eyes darting left and right to spot any potential assassins in the crowd.
Van Risen and Stallion are not impressed and scowl as the WPW champion gets in the ring, removes his cape with a flourish, folds it meticulously and hands it to Mina Henderson. She waits until his back is turned then exits the ring before throwing the cape in a heap ringside. The remaining powder explodes causing a small fire which a security guy puts out with a handy extinguisher. Mina lifts the cape which now has a charred hole in the middle.

Daniel: I have a bad feeling about this…..

Max: You were just finished shilling the match as showing us the future of 2009!

Daniel: Yeah, and that’s why I’ve got a bad feeling.

Killing Joke calls the two men to the centre of the ring and lays down the law. They stand unimpressed until he finishes then make their way back to their corners. KJ grabs both their wrists and pulls them back to give further instructions. He repeats the charade as the wrestlers turn for a second time and the temper rising shows in both Stallion and Van Risen’s faces.

Daniel: Just who is the real enemy here, I wonder?

KJ finishes once more and Stallion and Van Risen stand impassive in the ring until KJ shoos them away. He calls for the bell, but it goes ‘Clunk, clunk’. The time keeper sees a T-shirt stopping the bell from ringing properly, removes it and finds that it is a Ster ’08 election shirt. He throws this away and rings the bell again.

Ding Ding.

Stallion and Van Risen come back to the centre, touch hands and start to dance round looking for an opening. Two seconds into this, Killing Joke stops them and calls for some more action, simulating a PowerSlam. The wrestlers scowl back at him and resume their careful circling when KJ calls for the bout to restart. Van Risen makes a lunge at Stallion, aiming for a face-buster but KJ jumps in and stops the bout once more, calling attention to a loose lace on Van Risen’s boot. He glances down and sees nothing wrong with his footwear, but KJ insists on the lace being retied. Van Risen angrily complies while Stallion retreats to his corner and paces back and forth with his hands on his hips.
Barely as Van Risen finishes the lace, KJ calls for a restart and Stallion comes in with a quick knee to his chin as Van Risen is still in the crouching position.

Daniel: Oooh! That was a bit quick.

Max: The referee had called for the restart. That was a perfectly legitimate move.

Van Risen dabs at his swollen, slightly bleeding lip after this move and gets fully to his feet. He lunges again, but trips over Killing Joke’s outstretched leg and sprawls on the mat. Killing Joke seems to suggest that this was due to Van Risen’s loose lace and offers him no sympathy.

Daniel: I expected some bias here from the referee, but just whose side is he on? The man who will face him in a couple of weeks – the man whom he forced to watch the destruction of his partner, or the man that beat him last week?

Stallion begins to realize the situation and declines to continue the attack against Van Risen. He purposefully holds back and allows Van Risen to regain his feet. Risen nods his thanks and the two men lock up in the centre of the ring. Van Risen gets Stallion in a headlock, but Stallion pushes himself out and goes to dropkick Van Risen on the rebound but VR hooks his arms round the top rope, preventing a rebound. Stallion hits thin air and crashes to the mat. VR follows up with an elbow drop, then a Lionsault as Stallion struggles to get up. The two men rise and lock up once more, but Van Risen gets round to Stallion’s back and throws him in a German Suplex. He releases, but is to his feet first and gets in some left hand punches as Stallion rises. Stallion goes back to the ropes and ducks Van Risen’s incoming clothesline. He helps Van Risen over the rope, but he catches the top rope with a hand and lands on the apron, grabs Stallion from behind and pulls the back of his head down to rebound off the rope. Stallion staggers away clutching the back of his head.
Killing Joke tells Van Risen to get back in the ring and remonstrates with him for a few seconds, then, clutching Risen’s arm, takes him to each of the four ropes and points to the wrestler.

Daniel: What’s that idiot doing?

Max: I think he’s getting each of the four judges to deduct a point from Van Risen’s scorecard.

Daniel: What judges? This isn’t boxing or MMA!

Max: And thank the Lord for that.

KJ releases a baffled Van Risen and he turns once more to Stallion. They lock up again before Van Risen fashions an arm bar. Stallion rolls out of this but walks back into a Side Effect. Van Risen covers.

………………………………

Killing Joke is busy chatting up Mina Henderson over the ropes. She points frantically at the cover and KJ slowly gets down on his knees before hitting the canvas once.
Stallion easily gets a shoulder up. Killing Joke makes a big play of signaling ‘One’ in Van Risen’s face.

Daniel: Killing Joke’s gonna hate me for saying this, but, if he was a rock star, he’d be Bono. He pulls out something big once in a while but essentially he’s a pile of shit who talks bollocks about any subject you’d care to name.

Max: Nonsense, Daniel. If KJ was a rock band, he’d be Metallica – hard as nails, been around for a long time, but he can still produce the goods.

(OK – competition time. Who can link those comments with the last piece of action? This shit doesn’t just fall together by accident you know)

Risen allows Stallion to rise then tries to use his grip on his neck to force his head into the top turnbuckle. Stallion resists then drop toe-holds Van Risen’s forehead into the turnbuckle. Van Risen reels away clutching his face.

Max: If Stallion was a rock star, he’d be Britney Spears – inexplicably popular with tweenagers but prone to occasional bouts of madness…….plus he used to look good in a schoolgirl uniform.

Daniel: And you know this how?

Max: Best not to ask, Daniel.

Stallion follows up with a Bulldog and goes for a cover as Van Risen flops over. He looks up at referee Killing Joke but he is idly playing with the pink fluffy handcuffs he used against Stallion last week. Stallion abandons the pin and goes up to get in KJ’s face. Killing Joke pretends not to know what the complaint is but, when Stallion points out the cuffs, insists that they are for a spot of post-match role play with Mina. She looks disgusted at the prospect.

Max: I would have thought that Stallion would have approved of Killing Joke’s …..um……unusual sexual practices – did you see that interesting promo he did this week? He showed us round the local ‘Cash for Gash’ DVD store. Most instructive.

Daniel: I did, Max. I’m not sure why the ‘Blacks in Cracks’ DVD was judged more pornographic than the ‘Teacher’s Pet’ DVD, considering that the second one would be illegal in the entire USA if these girls really were still at Junior High, whereas the first one is only illegal in Backwater, Alabama and Lynchemall, Mississippi these days…..and wasn’t that you coming into the store at the end?

Max: Well, you should know – you were behind the counter!

Van Risen has had time to recover as Stallion finishes his interaction with Killing Joke and grabs him in a Full Nelson before slamming him to the mat. He follows up with a couple of stomps then hooks a leg.

1………………(pretty slow)………………..……2

Stallion gets a shoulder up.

Daniel: I think I see Killing Joke’s plan here – let both men wear each other out while playing mind-games with them both. That might work with the younger Stallion, but Van Risen has been around for long enough not to let that grind him down.

Max: You know, if Van Risen was a rock star, he’d be Puff Daddy……..

Daniel: Is this a game you got for Christmas, or something?

Max:…(angrily insisting on finishing his gag)….he’d be Puff Daddy. Been away for a while, keeps changing his name and thinks he’s a snappy dresser though he hasn’t seen the Stockmeister in his sharpest threads.

Daniel: Has anyone?

Van Risen allows Stallion to rise then facelocks him and pulls him up for the Falcon Arrow suplex that he has renamed as ‘It’s a Mystery’.
Stallion crumples and Van Risen covers……….
Killing Joke kicks Stallion’s leg so that his foot has about half an inch under the bottom rope then points this out to Van Risen with a shrug of the shoulders. He calls for a release.
Van Risen considers his options for a second, confused at where Stallion’s foot is lying – how could it end in that position after an ‘It’s a Mystery’? Well, of course, until he sees the tape tonight, it remains a mystery. Van Risen releases and gets up on his knees, wary of the recovering Stallion. He goes for Stallion’s head but is punched in the midsection and bends. Stallion gets in a quick DDT and both men end up on the mat. Killing Joke starts to count both men out.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8

Despite the very rapid count, both men get to their feet to prevent a no-contest and get in Killing Joke’s face. He points to his watch (a 1970’s style early digital Mickey Mouse watch showing 2:84) and insists that his timing was correct.

Daniel: This is more like a Triple Threat than a one on one.

Max: Nonsense, Daniel. It’s nice to see a referee taking a firm hold on a match. I’m getting tired of Todd Franklin pussyfooting around like a virgin at a gangbang. Watch WPW’s answer to Ron Jeremy and learn, Todd.

Daniel: Well, I’ve heard KJ called a lot of things but that’s the first time that I’ve heard him likened to an overweight, ageing sex maniac………oh, I take your point, Max. Well observed. But then, if Ron Jeremy was the answer, I hate to think what the question was.

The two wrestlers give up their argument and start to exchange punches.
Van Risen whips Stallion against the ropes but Killing Joke is there and puts up a fist, partly to protect himself, but mainly to punch Stallion in the back. Stallion’s momentum carries him though and he flattens KJ against the ropes. Van Risen goes for the side jumping double knee strike, but Stallion sees it coming and ducks out of the road. Killing Joke is hit square in the chest and goes backwards over the top rope, landing awkwardly on the outside and banging his head off the crowd railing.
Stallion glances over at KJ, shrugs and puts Van Risen in a Dragon Sleeper. Van Risen struggles for a second before it can be fully locked in, then pulls Stallion over his head, breaking the hold. He slaps on the ‘You are Fallen’ tazzmission with leg scissors and Stallion waits for barely a second before tapping the mat in submission – but there is no referee, Killing Joke still being unconscious at ringside. Stallion keeps tapping while Van Risen looks around for a new ref, being unwilling to release the submission move.
The crowd boos increase until Todd Franklin runs from backstage, slides under the bottom rope and calls a halt to the match by pulling Van Risen away from the suffering Stallion.

Mina: Your winner by submission– Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn Risennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!

Daniel: The returning superstar takes it, but that means both Stallion and Killing Joke move towards their title match with a singles defeat! Just where does the momentum lie?

Max: It lies with Van Risen! It can’t be too long before he’s back in the WP Championship reckoning. Mark my words!

The camera moves to Daniel and Max sitting at the announce table as the ring is quickly cleared.

Daniel: You know, last year gave us a lot of shocks and surprises, but I wonder if 2009 will have even better ones.

Max: Not if people like Ethan have anything to say about it, and I…

Max appears to be cut off as Too Cold by Vanilla Ice hits over the speakers. The fans turn their attentions to the ramp in anticipation. However Ethan comes stumbling out, almost tripping up on the way out to his new music. Quickly he re adjusts himself and shuffles down to the ring to what he thinks is applause.

Ethan: Thank you!! Thank you!!! Thank you for that phenomenal response!

Max: Er, Daniel.

Daniel: Yes, Max?

Max: I know I'm not credited with much smarts around this place.

Daniel: No shit.

Max: But...I didn't hear any response.

Daniel: That's because there wasn't one, Max.

Max: Oh thank god!! I thought I was going crazier than that Daniel Justice guy!

Daniel: That's me, Max.

Max: Oops...

Ethan: Hello WPW faithful, and boy was 2008 a great year. Now I know we saw a lot of great things and stuff but 2009 is going to be even better, and I want to be the first person to say it.

Ethan quickly appears to be glancing down at his watch.

Ethan: And the first great announcement of WPW is that we shall be going onto the next great thing, following in the footsteps of every great company.

Ethan pauses, looking at his watch again.

Ethan: We have done it all, but now we are going to do it in 3D.

Max: Oh my god!! What a great announcement!! WPW is going 3D!!!

Daniel: I really struggle to come to a conclusion on which one of you is dumber, sometimes, I really do!

Max: Why do you say that?

Daniel: Because, Max. We're not fictional characters, we're not flat, we're human beings, we can't be anything other than 3D!!

Max: Oh, really?

Daniel: Yes, really!

Ethan smiles as the crowd honestly look confused, looking around Ethan glances at the watch again, dropping a set of small cue cards.

Ethan: Whoops, I guess what I mean is that WPW is going HD. High definition.

Daniel: This guy is seriously an embaressment to this company.

Max: I thought that was me.

Daniel: It is, but atleast you're not the General Manager!

Scrambling to pick up the cards, he shoves them hastily into his pocket. As the crowd all laugh at Ethan's ridiculous mistake.

Ethan: So that means you’ll get to see Dan Murph, Sal Karver and James Cassus in a much sharper colour. Well of course if you come to the shows in person you won’t.

And best of all, we won't be in 2D anymore!!

Daniel: Kill me, kill me right now.

Ethan quickly smiles and holds his arm up in the air.

Ethan: Thank you WPW.




Moving backstage, we see Gunnar Brian - followed slowly by Alicia. Gunnar stops just outside the general changing room, oddly enough Gunnar seems to be decked out in a rather expensive suit. He reaches towards the door but a hand places itself on his shoulder, turning back Alicia shakes her head.

Alicia: No, not anymore. Think about it, why should you, the Florida champion, have to share the common locker room with trash, and also don’t forget I’m sure Sal has gotten together a group of men who hate you to help him. Remember, tonight it’s me and you against the world, and with that in mind I called in a few favours from the board of directors.

Gunnar glanced at Alicia eyebrow raised almost as if he was asking ‘You didn’t did you?’ to her. Alicia grins and shakes her head.

Alicia: No of course not, but given the situation I can effectively do anything I want, and since your contract is also mine, I figure I’d share the benefits.

Gunnar: I am not complaining, it’s about time I was treated right here, and we’ll start by showing Sal Karver exactly how I’ve felt.

The pair walk a little further down the hall, stopping at a second room, entering to see a similar set up to the old locker room, but empty, but before they can enjoy the quiet a loud voice is heard from behind.

???: Wow, I bet you shifted a lot of coke to get this eh?

None other than Frank appears looking in the room

Gunnar: Excuse me, but TNT guys get changed down there.

Frank: So, this is for Live guys?

Alicia: People like you have no right addressing Gunnar directly, hell you shouldn’t even be here.

Alicia moves between Gunnar and Frank, glaring at the drug fuelled ninja. Frank looking at Gunnar instead, takes a step back.

Frank: Whatever, but just remember two things.

Frank stares at Gunnar

Frank: One, Real men don’t hide behind women, and two..

By now Alicia has moved and Frank and Gunnar are face to face.

Frank: The blue crayons are for fibre. Word.

Frank walks away leaving the two confused as hell as Gunnar closes the door. He turns to Alicia with a confident nod, but once again the door is banged on. Frowning Gunnar turns around ready to punch the guy.

Gunnar: Frank, I said…

The door opens and Sal Karver lunges in out of nowhere.




Daniel: Sal looking to get this one started early!

Max: That he certainly is. It's unorthodox, but I'll allow it, mostly because I want to see how much food Sal gets to hit Gunnar with. I figure it can be like a recipe book, y'know? I can try wedding cake nachos, or ice cream hamburgers.

Daniel: I actually see a lot more.. sharp things. But really, we can't focus on what's out here - just look backstage!

Karver, after a few hard shots to keep Gunnar down, lifts a large plywood board overhead - it seems to say 'WELCOME TO TNT, GUNNAR' on the front.. for the second or two before it's smashed over Gunnar's prone, suit-clad back, that is. Gunnar winces in pain - but manages to roll over to his back, able to look up at his assailant and shake his head. As Sal moves to pick Gunnar up, though, Gunnar grabs at Sal's tights - sending him faceplanting into Alicia, who immediately attempts to push him away, eager to get the man away from her. Sal is, however, not interested in Alicia in the slightest - he immediately turns around and looks for Gunnar, who seems to be stumbling out towards the entranceway. As he realises he's about to move towards the crowd, though, he turns around, shaking his head, uninterested in getting involved in the valley of fans who turn around with glee in their eyes - and weapons in their hands of all shapes and sizes. Some have taken things a little too seriously - at least one chainsaw being hoisted up into the air in offering - and as he attempts to take his jacket off, turning around.. Sal Karver is right there!

Daniel: Is it just me, or are we suspiciously low on security this evening?

Max: Well.. y'know.. maybe there's just the faintest chance that.. well.. you know, MAYBE.. someone decided to pay them off and make sure they didn't show up until the match bell rung.

Daniel: Wh.. Really? I.. I'm proud of you, Max.

Max: Why? It was Carlos.

As he's forced to decide between Sal and the hundreds of screaming, weapon-bearing fans - Gunnar's face turns to a malicious snarl as he drops his expensive looking suit top on the ground, and comes swinging with a wild right at Sal's chin. Unfortunately, the expensive clothing has impeded Gunnar's movement somewhat - not being able to flow freely as normal - and as such, Sal's keen instincts easily allow him to duck his head, instead tackling under Gunnar's frame - pushing him straight forward into the crowd! Gunnar quickly starts pushing at Sal's shoulders, attempting to get out of the way - but an overzealous fan smacks him over the head with a trash can lid, which seems to daze the unfortunate Brian for a second - more than enough to give Sal a chance to get a few more good hits in on Gunnar's midsection. Dropping him in the middle of an array of chairs, Sal admonishes the portly man who 'helped' - grabbing the somewhat bent lid can and smacking Gunnar over the head with it again on the opposite side, leaving a much more noticeable dent.

Daniel: And, of course, we're forced to remind people not to hit, spit or otherwise physically provoke our WPW Superstars..

Max: Yeah! They're way better at doing it themselves, after all!

Daniel: Y.. Yeah. You're still really not over that Gunnar Brian thing, are you?

Max: Least professional thing I've ever been involved in ever since I started here, Danny.

Daniel: Not all of the binge eating, the gambling, the..

Max: No buts.

Sal loses himself for a couple of moments - all of the things being thrust in front of his face to hit Gunnar with giving him pause - but eventually, he settles upon a pair of rollerblades which are tied together by the laces. This pause has given Gunnar some opportunity to hobble his way through the fans - easily able to overpower or scare away most of the people who get in his way as he stumbles his way down towards the ring. Realising his momentary lapse in judgement, Sal immediately begins running after him - but Gunnar, for all he is smart, also has the legs of a weasel. At full pelt, he's managing to slightly outspeed Sal - over half way down the steps from the far end of the arena to the ring. Sal begins pushing his arms together and spreading them out - leading the audience surrounding Gunnar to begin making themselves scarce as he throws the tied pair of thick plastic rollerblades at Gunnar, striking him straight on the small of the back and leading him to tumble upon the stairs - thankfully for him, landing upon a fat man who didn't manage to get away in time. However, he doesn't stay on that self-same fat man for too long - instead, continuing to stumble, backwards, away from an approaching Sal.

Daniel: Is that three points, or what? I don't know what kinda sport is about throwing rollerblades, I guess. What's the old game? Horseshoes?

Max: Are they rollerblades, Daniel? Or are they inline skates? Do you see logos on there?

Daniel: I didn't think it was much of an issue. Just like a band-aid.

Max: You mean, self-adhesive strip.

Sal, in rushing down to his opponent, manages to get too much steam in his step - in rushing down the steps, he overshoots Gunnar entirely, and when he turns around - Gunnar's managed to pick up a discarded weapon, and brandishes it menacingly, snarling as he threatens Sal Karver with.. a doll of Dora the Explorer. Inadvertently, this manages to work for Gunnar - the vision of a muscly man in a half-torn, drink-sodden suit attempting to threaten his life is too much for Sal to take, even the serious demeanor he always carries with him not enough to resist the temptation to burst into laughter. This gives Gunnar the opportunity to drop to his knees again, grabbing what outwardly looks to be a toy lightsaber - until the light catches it the right way. Two flourescent light tubes have been strapped to either side of it, hastily, in duct tape - and as such, when it smacks straight over Sal's head, it evaporates in a cloud of white dust - a slight smear of red beginning to trail from Sal's forehead as he stumbles backwards.

Max: What the fuck! What the fuck, Danny? He's not allowed to use weapons in the match!

Daniel: I hate to side with him, but.. the ref's in the ring, and the bell hasn't rung yet..

Max: That's bullshit, and..

Daniel: And I know it. But the match hasn't started yet, or so Mina's being told over her headset.

Gunnar quickly adapts his stance - dropping the exploding lightsaber to the ground and jumping atop Sal, throwing hard punches straight at the bleeding forehead of Sal. Whilst Sal does an admirable job of defending himself - he's still tumbling down stairs with Gunnar, and while he's being forced to keep himself - Gunnar, purely incidentally - from being injured on the tumble down, his face is slowly beginning to trickle with more and more droplets of red, giving a somewhat unhealthy content to the concession stand floor. As the pairing reaches the steel guard rail, though, they both appear dazed for a second or two - enough for Sal's veteran brawling instincts to come back to him to suddenly thrust his head forward into Gunnar's - forehead connecting hard enough with Gunnar's jaw to leave him even more dazed. Realising his mistake, though, Sal doesn't push his clear want to begin pounding the living crap out of Gunnar - instead, hazily getting his way to his feet, then rolling over the steel guard rail. He's still stumbling - wiping at his face and cursing his luck, attempting to assure no blood stays in his eyes - but he pushes his way into the ring all the same, posing with one arm overhead - the other still dabbing carefully at his open wound to stop it from bleeding.. for the moment, at least. Ray Ramsey pushes him away from the ropes, beckoning towards Gunnar - and Sal has absolutely no problems with that thought, pushing himself to the corner of the ring as he awaits an absolutely livid Gunnar.

Daniel: Brilliant! Just look at Gunnar.. he wants the chance to shut out Sal, but he doesn't want to give Sal the advantage away!

Max: Don't press it too much. I don't need to be reminded of what that cheater did. I mean.. it's almost putting me off of my pumpkin cheesecake.

Daniel: Yeah. Almost.

Gunnar pushes his own way over the barricades - though, not with much haste - and as he stares into the ring, he's forced to look between there and the entry ramp - angrily unbuttoning the top of his shirt, only to realise that the cotton is so poorly stained and torn it's not worth it any more - pulling his way through the buttons entirely and throwing the shirt to the ground. Sal, however, just plants himself to the turnbuckle - only for Ramsey to motion to Mina, whisper a word or two into her ear, which immediately forces a smile to her face.

Mina: Referee Ray Ramsey has informed me that if Gunnar Brian does not get into the ring by a count of ten, he will be disqualified, and lose the match by forfeit!

Gunnar's face turns sour once more, snarling at his opponent and kicking the ring steps - hands at his sides as he tries to find some other way around this. Sal just laughs - as he helps Ramsey start his count.

One!
Two!
Three!
Four! (The crowd begins to count with him, as Gunnar begins to fix his eyes upon Sal, snarling in hatred.)
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!

Just before the count of nine, Gunnar dashes into the ring - able to move a little more freely with the 'adjustments' to his suit - and just barely manages to worm around Karver and hold him in a sudden reverse waistlock, dropping him down to the ground.

Ding!
Ding!

Max: Thank god.

Daniel: Why's that, Max? Admittedly, the fans get what they deserve this way, but..

Max: More than the fans. We get to watch Gunnar Brian get whacked by all sorts of stuff, now. That's just funny!

Gunnar, however, appears to be more concentrated upon keeping this match in the ring - and keeping it there. As Sal begins working his way against the waistlock, Gunnar holds none of his typical gusto and excitement about being on top of Sal - instead just focusing on holding him in place, as his wrist is deftly taken, twisted and contorted - but before Sal's motions properly take effect, Gunnar transitions it into a side headlock. Sal slips his head down almost immediately, pushing Gunnar into the ropes - but Gunnar comes off of them at great speed, knocking Sal off of his feet with a hard tackle. He turns about, running towards the ropes as though getting ready to throw a second tackle - but instead of ducking under or anything of that nature, Sal rolls to the side of the ring - holding his hand out for a weapon, staring at an incoming Gunnar Brian with a mirthful smile. As the first weapon he's handed is a lifesized cardboard cutout of William Shatner, he's almost given pause - but nonetheless, he rolls over to force Gunnar to run over him, then leaps straight up to his feet, kicking Gunnar hard in the gut. Despite the motion looking like it hurt Sal more than Gunnar - given the way Sal is beginning to wear a crimson mask once more, sweat dripping from his face. Instead of worrying about this, though, he lifts Bill Shatner overhead - and leaves it to come crashing down upon Gunnar's back.. once.. twice.. three times! Despite it being cardboard, it seems to have some weight to it, and Gunnar is forced to the mat, clutching at his stomach.

Max: Just like William Shatner to cause heartburn.

Daniel: I actually thought he was going to sing Gunnar to death!

Max: You're not funny. Leave the color to me. Focus on the wrestling.

Daniel: You really expect there to be wrestling in this match?

Max: ... Fair point.

Dropping the beaten and battered Shatner (cutout) to the mat, Sal pushes his way through the ropes - motioning to the crowd for another weapon. He looks completely flustered by their offerings - everyone seems to have looked at it as a joke. A bucket of popcorn is raised in front of him - he just glares - but he almost doubles over in disappointment as a fluffy looking pillow is held out in front of him - but the rabid fan insists he take it, throwing it at him instead. He immediately winces in pain, though - the pillow appears to be weighted down by something. As he opens it in disbelief, an evil grin comes to his face as he pulls out a small handful of thumbtacks - dropping it back into the sack of pillows. Gunnar crawls towards him from inside of the ring, attempting to get the jump upon his rival - but instead, he gets a pillowsack of thumbtacks to the face, wielded like a bludgeon! It doesn't exactly knock him out - but several pounds of steel to the face is still several pounds of steel to the face, and it's certainly enough to daze Gunnar for long enough to give Sal the opportunity to pour the sack open over the outside, beckoning to the crowd for more support. Instead, he has a hockey stick thrown at him.

Max: Hockey still exists?

Daniel: This is Florida, Max. Hockey never existed.

Max: Um.. more importantly, shouldn't we stop the crowd from throwing things? They might hit.. y'know, the wrestlers, and..

Daniel: You mean, hit you?

Max: Never hurts a man to be cautious. I mean, I'm already wearing a cup twenty four seven.

Daniel: I really, really don't want to know.

Instead of berating the overenthusiastic fan, again, Sal simply brandishes the hockey stick overhead - then comes down with a mighty wallop to Gunnar's stomach. Gunnar rolls in towards the ring - and Sal immediately dives in with the coughing and spluttering man, grimacing as he surrounds him in a sudden front facelock - not letting him properly get to his feet as he twists the larger man around and then drops to one knee, hitting him with a low impact neckbreaker. Clearly, he's not looking to finish him with this, however - just using it to daze him before grabbing him by the hair and his pants, heaving him out of the ring towards the thumbtacks! Gunnar is able to stop himself at the apron, shaking his head and holding his hand out - only staying upon the apron by the luck of the draw - but as he turns around, Sal is in the middle of the ring, taunting - waiting for Gunnar then running straight forward with a flying SSKick to the head, dropping Gunnar off of the apron and into the makeshift pit of thumbtacks!

Daniel: So, have we mentioned that the people in the front row had to sign waivers today?

Max: Waivers? That's stupid.

Daniel: No, no. If they get splattered by blood, we're scot free. Especially since we proved that before tonight, Gunnar Brian had no diseases.

Max: I don't know. You never know who might have hidden some Hepatitis B on the end of a knife. Or, y'know, children's toy.

Daniel: That's.. that's going too far, even for you, Max.

Max: You thought I did that? I don't have Hepatitis B! Only C and D! Jesus, of all the nerve.

Gunnar writhes his way straight out of the pit of tacks - wincing, his back covered in little spots of red, with tacks sticking out of it. Instead of rolling straight out to get on top of Gunnar, Sal pushes to the opposite side of the ring - beckoning for a new weapon to be thrown his way. Although several people fight - nobody really seems to want to impale or crush the little girl who walks up to the front of the guard rail with a thick blue book - seemingly written on bible paper, almost a struggle for her to lift - with the words 'GRADE 2 MATH' on it. Sal, like the few people who aren't laughing at Gunnar's misfortunes, is seemingly touched by this - particularly given the way the front of the cover is covered in stick-on butterflies and the like - and so, giving the little girl a pat on the head, Sal brandishes his deadly book of math, and runs around to the other corner of the ring - looking for Gunnar, who has himself propped up against the guardrail in an attempt to brush thumbtacks clear of his body. Much like the hockey stick before it, he simply lifts and drops it straight against Gunnar's head - leaving Gunnar somewhat loopy, stumbling backward towards the audience once more. Instead of being able to get away, though, he's clunked on the head by a bear trap! The sickening thud of metal against skull reverberates through one of the ring mics (not that they have those of course) - and the trap bounces clear off of his head and into the ring.

Daniel: WE SAID DON'T HIT THE WRESTLERS!

Max: Wait.. no! No, that was legal!

Daniel: That makes no sense at all! He's going to get disqualified now, and..

Max: He was hit by a weapon.. um.. by a weapon.

The arm brandishing the bear trap is soon revealed to be at the end of a Team Hamma Fist 'I Am Tree!' t-shirt - where none other than 'The Real' Jesse Long stands, with a post-it note stuck to his head with the word 'WEAPON' written on it in black texta. Referee Ray Ramsey drops to his knees, giving the officiating word - explaining to Sal Karver that he needs to be the one brandishing weapons in all future use. As such, Sal runs to the loopy form of Gunnar (carefully avoiding thumbtacks) - high-fiving Jesse before 'pulling' him over the guardrail. Sal and Jesse share a conspiratorial glance - each of them suddenly nodding as Sal grabs Jesse from behind, then begins 'using' Jesse, grabbing his arms and 'forcing' him to throw a few hard lefts and rights at Gunnar's face. Sal's Jesse-powered 'kicks' are somewhat less legitimate - more Sal nudging Jesse's leg forward with a nudge at the back of his heel to deliver devastating shots towards Gunnar's chest - but this doesn't exactly last too long, as Sal pushes off to deliver a few hard kicks of his own. Gunnar's torso is becoming a mess of tiny welts from hard pieces of boot, steel and concrete alike - and as such, he's not really too capable of stopping Sal from lifting Jesse like a body slam - with some extremely obvious help from Jesse, of course, arms clearly helping to post himself off - and then briefly lifting him half way overhead to throw Jesse straight atop Gunnar.. onto that same bed of thumbtacks! Jesse, of course, is wearing thick jeans, and tucks his arms in to make sure that only Gunnar takes the brunt of the impact.

Daniel: Welcome back to WPW, JLO!

Max: Oh, god, he doesn't have a contract again does he? We already have enough hobos here.

Daniel: Maybe he has a contract as.. being.. a weapon.

Max: That'd be awesome. Imagine that. You know how some people say their feet and hands are licensed weapons? Well, that'd mean that Jesse Long..

Daniel: We'll never live in that world, Max. You and I both know that. No matter how much we might want it.

Jesse gets up - carefully, of course - and quickly highfives Sal, thick shiteating grin upon his face as he moves to go back over the rail - but he stops himself half way, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans - which are completely overstuffed with the form of an N64 controller, which he passes to Sal, tightening each of his fists together, pulling them apart and then holding them against his neck, feigning being choked.

Max: Looks like we're going for a submission victory tonight!

Daniel: Well, I'm not sure Ramsey will allow it, but..

Max: In that case, we need Mills Lane. That man knows how to referee.

Taking the controller in gratitude, Sal throws it over his shoulder in a loop - holding it in place as he gingerly reaches over the half-emptied pit of tacks to grab Gunnar Brian, who is almost bizarrely out of it, or seems to be. He throws Gunnar into the ring, then motions with the controller overhead - snapping the wire together a few times proudly before pushing forward into the ring. This gives Gunnar Brian time to spread open and set the bear trap - which seems to have had its teeth filed down - before he holds at his face, returning to the mat and clutching at his body in general.

Max: Shit. Wait, if Gunnar uses the weapon, he's disqualified, right?

Daniel: I'm not sure it's using a weapon if you're not actually holding it, Max..

Max: Why'd you go and say that? Why couldn't you have said 'yes, it is, and for that matter, he's going to get tied up and trampled by three elephants if he does that'? And for that matter, why has nobody brought out a wedding cake yet?

Daniel: Well, this is Florida.

Max: What does that have to do with anything?

Daniel: I wish I knew. It's kinda easier to commentate when there's something happening that doesn't sound like it belongs on that 'tech TV' channel. Bear traps and game controllers? What's next, the kitchen sink?

Max: Nah. I heard the security talking earlier. The only countertop was too heavy.

As Gunnar feigns dead, Sal slowly descends upon him - but just as he sits his body atop Gunnar's to commence choking, Gunnar suddenly grabs his leg in each hand - forcing it down hard into the jaws of the bear trap, instantly triggering it. The rounded edges clamp down against Sal's left leg - and he instantly falls back in obvious pain, the bloodied and battered form of Gunnar leaping up to his own feet and beginning a furious array of stomps upon Sal. Sal is clearly too preoccupied with his hurt leg - spreading at the bear trap with his face contorted in pain. He's just barely able to get his leg half way out - only to have his hands kicked away, at the clear disapproval of the referee, who pushes himself between the pairing. With the bear trap clenched against his leg yet again - thankfully, no blood from either potentially ending snap shut of its claws - Sal rolls towards the ropes, propping his body up as, for the second time, he's forced to spread the jaws of the trap open again. Blood continues to rivulet down from the forehead of Sal - but as a clear showing of out and out guts, he forces the trap clear open - pulling his abused leg out and holding it in place against the rope, clearly breathing heavily.

Daniel: We should really get some EMTs out here and make sure that..

Max: Yeah, yeah. It's his left leg, Danny. We're not in Mexico.

Daniel: I have no idea what you're talking about-and-stop-breaking-kayfabe.

Max: Oh, boo freaking hoo.

Sal, left leg or otherwise, seems to be showing something reminiscent of someone going into shock - the pain of his leg clearly close to too much for him to take. His entire body convulses somewhat - and it's hardly helped by Gunnar Brian, who grabs his injured leg, and pulls him straight into the middle of the ring by it. No longer seeming to have the disadvantage, the battered and mildly bloodied form of Gunnar immediately goes to work - repeatedly dropping down on Sal's knee with three successive hard elbows - then twisting the prone leg of Sal into a knee bar.

Daniel: I think we've just seen the end of Sal Karver's Florida State Title dreams!

Max: I.. I never thought I'd do this. Goddamnit. Come on. Everyone start clapping.

At Max's behest - or perhaps due to the sheer agony overcoming Sal Karver's face, the way Sal tries to fight through the pain as he slaps the mat hard - the crowd begins a steady series of claps, nobody seeming to want Gunnar Brian to win - or, perhaps, everyone wanting Sal Karver to do the same. The burst of adrenaline is slowly overcoming Karver - and predictably, Gunnar isn't happy, staring off towards the crowd and screaming at them to shut up. However, the hold Gunnar has on the knee bar makes it almost too easy for him - he simply torques Sal's leg further, causing Sal's head to go flying back in pain. However, from that very same throwback of his head, the video game controller suddenly shines itself into his eyes - and he starts dragging himself back, desperate just to get it within reach.

Daniel: He can't break it! It's a simple move, but a bear trap.. I mean, I have no idea what a bear trap feels like, but it must suck, right?

Max: What do you think I am? Do you think I was in 'Nam? COME ON SAL! Press X, Sal! PRESS X!

Sal just barely manages to fumble with the end of the cord - dragging it into his grasp and taking a full fist of heavy Nintendo branded controller in hand, repeatedly bashing it into Gunnar Brian's head. The pressure on the kneebar lessens notably - with Gunnar rolling away in an attempt to protect his head, already far too battered for his own good. Sal's face is a mask of agony all the same as he stumbles - drags, really - himself to one leg, kneeling gingerly upon the injured expanse of leg before he tumbles atop Gunnar. His left leg stays stretched out - but despite this, he begins wrapping the cord of the N64 controller around Gunnar Brian's throat, gripping it until the two ends are completely tight and meeting - and with that, he begins pulling at each end, using every last inch of leverage he can to choke the life out of Gunnar.. literally.

Daniel: What a turnaround! Nintendo POWER!

Max: Like, the magazine? Wait, don't distract me. Look at that moneyshot! Gunnar'd be going blue if not for all of the blood!

Daniel: Unfortunately.. most of that blood is probably Sal's.

Regardless of any of this - Gunnar appears to be fading, very quickly, clutching out at anything he can - and just as he seems about ready to give up, Gunnar's frantic search for something to stop Sal comes up - with Sal's leg! He begins hammering it violently, writhing in pain as he's choked - but Gunnar is winning, his pain moreso temporary than Sal's. After a few hard shots, though, Sal has to let go - if only for self preservation, rolling to his good side and clutching his leg - clearly trying to have his mind run through every little self preservation tip, kicking his leg out into the air repeatedly and stretching it out. Gunnar isn't doing much better - his back is a mess of gashes, and as he stumbles to his feet, he's still got a 'collar' of a Nintendo 64 controller. He's a touch stunned, from a look at him - but begins laughing maniacally - or, indeed, woozily - as he pushes Sal out of the ring entirely with his feet, then stumbles back into the middle of the ring, demanding Ray Ramsey count his opponent out to the universal hatred of everyone in attendance.

Daniel: Goddamnit.. it's smart, but it's not right!

Max: Cowardly, you mean. Cowards never win, Daniel.

Daniel: What, like you?

Max: I know you are, but what am I?

Daniel: A well-groomed, intelligent man with kids and a family who's not interested in this debate?

Max: I know you are, but what am.. dammit.

One!
Two!
Three! (Sal presses himself to one leg - stumbling over it, and dropping to his front - immediately reaching out for the guard rail and climbing up it.
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven! (Sal begins hopping and turning about - only to suddenly be handed a flourescent light tube. He accepts it, and begins hopping towards the ring.)
Eight!
Nine! (Gunnar rushes to the side of the ring, breaking up the count.)

Sal quickly smacks Gunnar over the head with the light tube - leaving a huge cloud of white powder to explode against the surface of the bloodstained mat. Sal turns about on the corner of the mat - motioning for the crowd to give him something.. anything, to finish Gunnar off with. Instead of getting something practical, the crowd hands him a foot-long square vanity mirror, encased in a metal frame - but with the rear removed, leaving it mirrored on each side. Grabbing it far too quickly, the audience turns to a number of oohed and aahed jeers - Sal is covered in blood, but not at all out. He winces as he drags himself under the ring ropes - and despite being dazed, Gunnar is hardly prone enough for him to reach from the apron. So, hopping up to the ropes, Sal beckons Gunnar towards him - and, perhaps just because he's still dazed, Gunnar responds by rushing at him with his hands clenched in a double axe handle. Using the ropes to hold himself, Sal sends an extremely high boot to Gunnar's head, then grabs him in a front face lock - ironically, using Gunnar to help stabilise him on his one leg. Motioning to the crowd, he screams - then lifts Gunnar at his suit pants, driving Gunnar's head through the turnbuckle-held mirror with a huge 'The Difference' Impaler DDT!

Daniel: I think the crowd's saying it all.

Max: Hole in Spit?

Daniel: They're not saying that, Max.

Much to the crowd's delight, Gunnar's prone face explodes the glass - shattering it into tiny pieces, and leaving a number of suddenly bleeding holes over Gunnar's face. Sal's back doesn't exactly get away unscathed - but as he wrenches the completely limp form of Gunnar to lie in such a way that he's not lying underneath the ropes - then lies over his opponent, head sunken to the mat.

1..
2..
3!

Mina: And the winner of the match, and the number one contender to the Florida State Title.. 'Spectacular' Sal Karver!

'Embrace' by Mission:Black begins pouring throughout the speakers as Sal props himself up against the ropes - breaths hard and heavy as he attempts to pose for the crowd for a second, only to grip at his leg once more. Ray Ramsey lifts his arm overhead - then quickly vacates the ring.. given that it's covered in blood, glass, thumbtacks, an N64 controller, a bear trap and William Shatner.

Daniel: What a night we've had! A new number one contender, surprise wins, another successful title defense for Jason Silver..

Max: And Van Risen continues his undefeated streak! Though, I guess that might have been more the Killing Joke at work..

Daniel: Either way, if we keep up this momentum.. what a 2009! For Max Stockton.. I'm Daniel Justice, and this truly has been Turmoil! See you next week!




Segments: Gunnar Brian, DjM, Prometheus, HBK619

Blade LaVigne v Jason Silver: DBX

Dan Murph v Xavier Ray: HBK619

The Stallion v Van Risen: legendaryken

Sal Karver v Gunnar Brian: Aperama

Aperama
01-07-2009, 05:57 AM
This post is being made to assure that you can't accidentally catch the results to the Sal Karver/Gunnar Brian match early, 'cause that'd just suck, at least for the two involved. So, yeah. Floopy cakes, frabba dabba doo.

Gravity
01-07-2009, 06:43 AM
Skimmed it all but the main event. First off to Ape, brilliant idea with that last post. You have no idea how many times I've almost ruined the main event that way. My first instinct when I open the page is immediately to hit page up over and over.

Weapons match was very very awesome. Hilarious at times, with a lot of drama as well. Maybe I'm just hyped up because I won or because I just finished The Wrestler, but one of my favorite recent main events definitely. Will give the rest a thorough once over when I'm not needing sleep. Great match though Ape, and I can't wait for our next encounter Gunnar.

*Shameless plug for WPW: The Music Vol. 1*

AFalseSinn
01-07-2009, 06:55 AM
I will quickly admit to being very shocked at the result of my match. I will also admit to having a great laugh and a few gringes during the BYOW match. Very well written in all aspects. I could actually imagine a bear trap bouncing off the back of Gunnar's head and a pit of thumbtacks.

I wonder how Blade is going to feel?

JasonSilverTX
01-07-2009, 09:20 AM
Props to the winners and even the losers, I thought this week was alot more posting than I personally have seen in a while, but maybe I just havnt payed much attention..I have been pretty busy. Bah either way, great show, and good main event. Kudos all around.

blade13
01-07-2009, 10:46 AM
Wow, I didn't plan on getting hurt this week lol. But yeah good show and congratulation to all the winner Dan Murph, Silver, Sal Kraver..and Van Risen. But yeah I am guessing since I am *injured* then I won't be on a card next week but who knows. Overall this week he had a good live and a good TNT.

Thanks for the a great rp battle Jason

Snowman
01-07-2009, 10:52 AM
I've updated the relevant profiles.

Gunnar Brian
01-07-2009, 01:18 PM
Congrats Sal, and bravo Ape for a very entertaining Main Event read. Will check out the rest of the show later if I can stay sane (Insanity caused by house problems and a severe lack of sleep)
Nice to see ideas being used from the fed community in the match aswell, given the way it went it could open up a few new match concepts in the future which is a good thing.

legendaryken
01-07-2009, 07:13 PM
legendaryreview: Classic TNT, I thought, with an epic main event. Loved the bear trap though I did think whoever suggested it was joking (how come nobody used my suggestion - a Big Mac? :pipe:) Never mind. William Shatner was a more than adequate alternative.
Segments were all excellent, though Ethan Frost really should have realised that I brought High Definition to TNT about 6 months ago. (I did! Check back!)
I'm beginning to recognise DBX's matches. They're OK curtain twitchers. Shame about Blade losing again....and in such a destructive manner. I've dug out an old Tank v Blade match that I wrote ages ago - guess who wins? Oh, you guessed. No fun.
Ray/Murph was well up to scratch. Interesting to speculate where old man Murph is taking him.
I wrote Stallion/Van Risen so will have to take the blame for another KJ beatdown. (My original ending where KJ completely destroyed the two wrestlers was vetoed. Boo!!!) No-one want to answer my competition question?
Yeah, good show overall.

HBK619
01-07-2009, 07:37 PM
Because both Metallica and U2 have songs called "One"

The main event was quite a fun match to read. All the weapons made sense, and could be vividly imagined. Picturing Jesse Long being used as a puppet was hilarious to me.

Was really a fun TNT to read, with each story moving a little bit further along

Gravity
01-07-2009, 07:44 PM
Karver Limps Away a Contender
by Andrew Hart, WPWinsider.com

Not even a bear trap could stop Salvador Karver from shutting down Gunnar Brian. Now the former Florida Champion has a chance to recapture lightning in a bottle.

A night full of big moments was highlighted by Karver's brutal victory over the current Florida State Champion, but included several more from WPW's up and coming superstars, and some of the big guns as well.

Among those up-and-comers, Jason Silver and Blade LaVigne opened the night competing for the former's Canadian Championship. Silver wasted no time going to work on an eager LaVigne, and went as far as to brutally hit his finishing manuever on the outside before retaining his title. LaVigne's assisted exit of the ring may be a bad sign for one of WPW's most controversial superstars.

Shortly after that match, a big announcement of sorts followed from the mouth of Dan Murph Sr. The father of the former World Champion was very clear in his intentions to manage his son away from his successful clique, the Innovators, and help him back into the title picture on his own. The future of the Innovators has suddenly hit a period of major uncertainty.

Murph would stay in the ring to meet recent Florida Title hopeful Xavier Ray, and got a lot more than he expected. While Murph had his way with Xavier through the first few minutes of the match, Ray gave Murph his all with a nice double suplex, but his eagerness to hit a third may have cost him momentum as Dan snuffed it out and put himself in position to win. It's hard to fault Xavier for the loss, as Murph is a former World Title holder, so his ability to take him to the limit should be enough to tide him over for now.

The Dan Murph show continued as he was met by the recently returned, and reformed, James Moriarty Cassius. The WPW legend quickly had Murph handcuffed to a pole and made his motives very clear, but to no one's surprise Murph was not willing to comply to Cassius' odd peace treaty. It will of course be interesting to see where these two end up in coming weeks.

On the thought of returning superstars, it was Van Risen who continued to make his presence felt as he fought The Stallion. Being number one contender, Stallion can lay claim to being the 2nd best superstar in WPW, but it was Van Risen who tried to prove why he belonged in that spot, or even higher. Of course, the refereeing skills of The Killing Joke may have interfered a bit much for his liking, but by forcing Stallion to tap out, he easily worked around his officiating issues. But while World Title aspirations made this part of the show interesting, it was the Florida Title that would take center stage.

Gunnar Brian may have figured he had a few more minutes to warm up, but Sal Karver had other ideas. A backstage assault started the "Sal can use weapons" match, and while Gunnar felt free to use any weapons he could while the match was still unofficial, the hopeful number one contender was in control until both men entered the ring. The match consisted largely of the most interesting weapons used in a WPW ring, from roller blades, to a cardboard Shatner, to Jesse Long himself. What Jesse Long brought with him however, almost ended his friend's title aspirations.

Brian's brilliant use of a bear trap nearly crippled Sal Karver in the middle of the ring, giving the champion an edge many thought he would not surrender. Sal Karver's recent never-say-die attitude did the trick in the end though, as he managed to free himself and turn the match around with a Difference DDT through a mirror, finishing the champ and giving a bloody Sal Karver another shot at title gold.

Now while Van Risen awaits his next victim, Dan Murph looks ahead to the future of his stable and enemies, and Sal Karver prepares for his next title shot, WPW begins another fantastic year, with an exciting show. Should this momentum carry, 2009 will be a Turmoil-filled year to remember.

DjM
01-08-2009, 03:35 AM
Before I comment on the show can I just say, Gravity, that is seriously the most unique (and in my opinion) best version of a review I have ever seen for a WPW show. (and I know its not the first time you've done it, but was definately a nice little "after TNT read".

And let the Dan Murph show continue onwards :P

Anyway, on to TNT. Looked a nice little show from what I read, props to DBX for having me basically shit myself come Monday night wondering what the hell I would have to do to win. Nice to see a new kid come into the fed and begin making an impact. Long may that continue. Blade injured, meh. Van Risen gets a big win over Stallion, I won't say I'm shocked, cos I'm not, it's tough facing the better rp'ers in the fed every week (check my first main event stink, in a word, ouch) and Sal Karver/Gunnar Brian could well go on to be one of the best feuds of 2009...and it's not even half way through January yet.

Can't wait for next week...er, I should probably go write up that card now, eh Ape?

legendaryken
01-08-2009, 04:40 PM
Referee reverses decison 2 days later for HBK619! What? I'm not allowed to do that? Ah well, e-cookie instead for getting the answer to the competition. Might sneak in another one next week. Might not.