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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.
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.