Snowman
03-02-2009, 05:41 PM
March 3rd, 2009
Edwards Hall
Miami, FL
Daniel: Welcome everyone to TNT. I’m Daniel Justice alongside Max Stockton, and what a reasonably entertaining and mildly amusing show we have lined up for you tonight that will no doubt leave you atleast moderately content!
Max: Jeez, don't hype the show up too much.
Daniel: It's not hype, Max, it's alfl true! What a show we have tonight. We'll see still Florida champ Gunnar Brian take on up and comer Blake Baker in a non title match, and that's just for starters! After that we have an incredible match when we'll see Jamie Parker's TNT return as he face none other than the WPW World champion, The Killing Joke! And as if that wasn't enough, what a main event! It's gonna be the winner of the 2009 Brawl for It All, Martin Cameron, teaming up with former partner The One to take one the incredible force that is The Stallion and James Moriarty Cassius!
Max: But first, we must ask Daniel to shut the hell up.
Daniel: I believe what Max is trying to tell you is that our somewhat controversial WPW champion, The Killing Joke, is in the ring waiting to give another one of his speeches that the fans love so much.
Max: I believe what I'm trying to say is "Shut the hell up, Daniel".
We WPW champ Killing Joke standing proudly in the ring, smiling broadly as spotlight shines bright down upon him, causing his highly polished World Championship Title belt to glimmer in the light as he paces slowly. He carries a mic in his lowered right arm as he stands in the ring waiting for the loud chorus of boos to settle. The hostility eventually calms down, possibly because the crowd's throats couldn't handle the screaming anymore.
Life.
Is.
Good.
The noise picks up again and Killing Joke shakes his head at this as his grin grows now even broader. He doesn't wait for the noise to settle this time but speaks loudly with the mic that touches his lips.
Did you enjoy the brawl?
He pats the belt proudly, which brings forth more jeers and a few poor attempts to collectively scream "Noooooooo".
Daniel: The champ just taunting both the crowd and Stallion here tonight, how pathetic.
Max: If Stallion didn't want to have to see KJ with the belt around his waist, maybe he should have actually taken it off him!
Did you enjoy me punching Stallion again, and again, and again, and again?
Did you enjoy me slamming him repeatedly to the mat until his tears of pain matched the tears of heartbreak he has been shedding since Super Sexy Girl betrayed him? Tears that I willingly bathed in, like Cleopatra in asses' milk?
The boos continue to grow louder and a few front row guys attempt a 'What?'.
Did you enjoy me walking away from that ring, this very belt still firmly around my waist?
This time, the majority of the crowd go 'What?'
Did you enjoy the thought of WPW World Champion and Hall of Famer The Killing Joke reigning supreme to Redemption and beyond?
"What?"
Did you?
"What?"
What?
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"What??"
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"What???"
Killing Joke bends at the waist and two footedly jumps around pointing at various people in the crowd who still don't realize that they've been conned.
Max: Ha! The stupid crowd fell straight in to that one.
Daniel: This is no way to treat our fans, Max.
Max: Hey, it's their own fault for jeering our champ. They should be cheering the guy, he's a hero and a rolemodel!
Daniel: You're being awful nice towards KJ, even more so than usual... Did that little expose he put on at the Brawl grab your attention, eh?
Max: Real funny, Max. Say, I hear KJ is thinking about getting a new drawing on his manly bits. I reccomended Miley Cyrus, but he said he already had the first half of your wife done so he didn't want some weird Miley/Justice hybrid drawing.
Daniel: Leave Mrs. Justice out of this, Max!
Eventually, KJ stops the taunting and drops the mic on the mat below. He gives one last smirk to the crowd then climbs out of the ring to make his way out of the ramp when, out of nowhere Stallion appears with a steel chair in hand and swings for the champ. KJ manages to stumble out of the way, causing Stallion to smash the chair against one of the turnbuckles and nearly fall over with the momentum. The champ takes this chance and quickly vaults over the security railing and makes his way through crowd that is now being held back by members of security. He takes one last look back at Stallion who is now slamming the chair against the ground in anger, before smiling and slipping behind a curtain leading backstage.
Max: What an explosive start to the night!
Daniel: You can say that again!
Max: What an explosive start to the night!
Daniel: You're not funny.
Max: We'll be back after this!
Daniel: Hello, folks, and welcome back to Tuesday Night turmoil! And guess what, Max...
Max: What?
Daniel: They've joined us just in time to see Blake Baker go one on one with our Florida State champ, Gunnar Brian!
Singles Match
Blake Baker Vs. Gunnar Brian
Daniel: Well, Max, this next match should be an interesting one!
Max: For once I actually agree with you, Daniel.
Daniel: Wow... Really?
Max: Yep.
Daniel: I've got to admit, this doesn't seem like you at all.
Max: Are you kidding me? Who wouldn't want to see Blake Baker get torn apart by Gunnar Brian.
Daniel: Aaaaaand you're back.
Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a non-title match and i scheduled for one fall!
"The Other Side" by Aerosmith hits the speakers and still Florida State champion, Gunnar Brian burst out from behind the curtain. Gunnar, always the shy type, tries to hide the fact that his waist is host to his Florida State title but he somehow can't stop his hands from pointing out to the crowd.
Daniel: Gunnar just-
Mina: Making his way to the ring... From Manchester, England... Weighing in at 235lb... He is the current reigning Florida State champion... Gunnar Brian!!!
Daniel: As I was trying to say, admittedly a bit too early... Gunnar, of course, just coming off a huge win last week in a Steel Cage match at the Brawl for It all to retain that belt of his. But I'm honestly not sure wether or not that will help or hinder him tonight, Gunnar isn't the most modest of guys so something tells me beating Sal Karver last week might just act as a little boost tonight.
Max: So, we're agreed? He's going to destroy Blake?
Daniel: I didn't say that, Max...
Max: You didn't have to. Trust me, this beat down is gonna be more disturbing than what Killing Joke showed us at the Brawl!
Daniel: I'm not even sure that's possible, Max.
Max: You're probably right there actually.
Daniel: Speaking of the champ, stay tuned after this match to see him take on the TNT-returning Jamie Parker!
Max: Didn't he get naked last week too?
Daniel: Only in a promo.
Max: Ahhh.
The Florida champ raises his left arm in the air, which the crowd interpret as a signal a jeer and boo as loudly as possible. He smirks to himself as he strolls down the ramp, with a slight swagger, but stops as he spots a fan in the front row holding a sign saying "Sal Karver Rulez". Gunnar, naturally, walks over to the kid, takes the sign and then rips it up in to several pieces before throwing it back in the kids face.
Daniel: Oh come on. Was that really called for?
Max: I blame the schools, Daniel.
Daniel: What the... How can you possibly blame our education system for what just happened there?
Max: Well, this kid clearly can't spell.
Daniel: He looked about six, God damn it!
Max: And secondly, his school clearly didn't educate him on his wrestling! Especially if he thinks Sal Karver has some form of talent...
Gunnar quickly slides under the bottom rope and in to the ring, before resting on one knee and posing for all of his 3 fans. He pulls himself up and raises his hand in the air, threatening Mina to move out his way.
"Let It Rock" by Kevin Rudolf is pumped through the arena, and Gunnar turns away from Mina and looks straight up the ramp to see Blake standing tall at the top.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen...
Gunnar agressively snatches the mic off Mina and raises to his own lips while staring at her with a look of great disgust.
Gunnar: Ladies and gentlemen... Making his way to the ring... From London, England... Also weighing in at 235 lbs... He is Gunnar Brian's next unfortunate victim and a pathetic excuse for a challenge... This...is....Blake "The Kid" Baker!!!
A name that would usually be followed by cheers (all be it a somewhat small amount) is this time followed by a wave of jeers from the crowd, directed straight to Gunnar Brian.
Max: I have to admit, I'm not sure I'm happy with the Gunnar treated Mina there!
Daniel: Neither am I, Max. It just goes to show that Gunnar Brian is a real nasty piece of work.
Blake starts to walk down the ramp at a very fast rate, totally ignoring the crowd and the fans and heading straight towards the ring.
Daniel: Blake looks ready to start this match already! This could be a big chance for him aswell, he has been on a bit of a losing streak lately. Maybe this big match against the Florida champ is just the chance he needs to prove himelf.
Max: True, but Gunnar's been doing alright recently. Say what you want about the guy, but you can't argue with that belt being around his waist.
Daniel: Well, Max, I think you probably can actually.
Max: Yeah, that's it. I dislike you more than Gunnar again.
Baker slides under the bottom rope and charges straight at Gunnar, taking him down with an unexpected spear to the lower mid-section. Referee Jack Turner calls for the bell and the match is officially underway as Blake starts to beat Gunnar down with some mounted punches, but only to be pulled off by Turner who warns the rookie about the risk of being disqaulified. As Blake stumbles back when dismounting his opponent, one of the lights shines in his yes causing him to hold his head in pain. He tries to hold one hand up to block out the arena lighting from his view, allowing Gunnar to recover from the early assault and drive Blake straight in to the turnbuckle with a spear of his own.
Daniel: I'm.. I'm not sure what happened there, Blake seemed a little disorientated.
Max: Maybe he's hungover from all that drinking last night!
Daniel: Well, I don't think he had that much to drink.
Max: So, he's a lightweight! What kind of idiot enters a proffesional wrestling match hungover? If only Blake were more like Gunnar Brian...
Gunnar begins throwing right hand after right hand to the torso of his opponent, until ref Turner warns him to back off. He lets go and as Blake staggers away from the turnbuckle, Gunnar knocks him straihgt off his feet and down on to the mat with hard clothesline. Brian then drags Blake by his leg in to the center of the ring and drops a quick elbow on his chest. Blake tries to get back in control but by the time he is on his feet, Gunnar is pushing him up against the ropes and delivers a strong european uppercut, causing Blake to collapse back on the ropes. The florida champ takes a few steps back before taking a short sprint and delivering a clothesline to Blake's chest that sends him over the ropes and crashing down on to the outside.
Daniel: It looks like this one isn't going to be contained inside the ring, Max.
Max: Well, we know Gunnar wants to try and make an example out of Blake here so I'm not surprised to see the champ taking action like this!
Gunnar climbs out of the ring and as Blake finds his feet again, he delivers a sharp knee to the face, forcing Blake to fall against the ring apron. Gunnar delivers an forearm uppercut and then slaps Blake straight on the chest with his right palm a few times before grabbing him in an STO like position and driving him in to the ring's structure.
Daniel: Gunnar showing why he's the Florida state champion right now. Even if you don't like the guy, you have to admit that he knows how to work a wrestling match.
Max: And I do like the guy, so it's even better!
Blake tries to stumble away, but Gunnar grabs the rookie and slams his back in to the ring again before rolling him under the bottom rope and sliding in after him. Gunnar drops another elbow on Blake's chest before covering for a pin.
.....1.....2....Kick Out!
Brian takes a moment to try and teach the referee that he might be better of learning to count a little bit quicker, letting Blake take the champion by surprise and roll him up in a school boy pin. And, for some reason, referee Jack Turner decides to count a little quicker than last time.
..1...2...Kick Out!!
Gunanr rolls away and quickly runs at Blake, taking him down with a clothesline before he can fully regain his composure. Blake almost instantly gets to his feet and Gunnar delivers a kick to the gut before irish whipping him in to one of the turnbuckles. He charges towards his opponent, but Blake then lifts a boot in the air and Gunnar runs straight in to it, causing him stagger back to the center of the ring. Blake runs and bounces off the ropes to then run with great speed at the champion, but Gunnar then delivers another hard clothesline knocking the kid right off his feet.
Daniel: My god! Gunnar damn near took Blake Baker's head off there.
Max: And as if the lack of head wasn't enough, it looks like Blake is even bleeding too!
Gunnar "helps" Blake to his feet and then delivers a perfect sidewalk slam that drives him back in to he mat before covering him.
.....1.....2....Kick out!
Daniel: He kicked out! He kicked out! The dedication of this kid is shining through right now.
Max: Yeah, it's just a shame that Gunnar's still in the mood for teaching him a lesson!
The champ, a little fustrated, gets to his feet and waits for Blake to do the same before charging towards him. Blake quickly dodges and Gunnar sends himself chest-first in to the turnbuckle. As Gunnar staggers back, Blake grabs Gunnar by the shoulder, leaps up and digs his knees in to his back before pulling him down to the mat in a Blake Breaker (Carlito's Back Cracker).
Daniel: The Blake Breaker! He just turned this whole match around, this could be it over, folks!
Blake quickly rolls Gunnar over and hooks the leg for the pin.
.....1.....
.....2.....
...KICK OUT!!!
Daniel: Oh my god no! I thought Blake had it there!
Blake wastes a little of his time being in shock before using the ropes to pull himself back up. As he turns to face Gunnar, the Florida champ is already on his feet and kicks Blake in the gut before very quickly delivering his famous Raven coloured streak (Cradle Piledriver).
Max: Now? Now it's over.
Gunnar on top of Blake and calmly covers the shoulders, not feeling the need to hook the leg as referee Turner slides along the canvas.
.....1.....2.....3!!!
Daniel: God damn it! Blake Baker was so close to winning this thing!
Max: I'm afriad being close doesn't cut it, my friend! Gunnar Brian isn't Florida State champion because he comes close, he's Florida State champion because he wins!
The bell is rung and Mina announces the winner with a little less than enthusiastic tone.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... Gunnar Brian.
Jack Turner offers Gunnar his title, which the champ then grabs back and holds it in the air to annoy the crowd. He looks down at Blake in disgust before making his way towards the steps as we go to a commercial.
“Embrace” hits through the arena and the fans begin to cheer as strobe lights flicker. Sal Karver emerges from behind the curtain wearing a dark grey suit and he begins to slowly walk his way down to the ring. As the crowd screams and holds up Karver-related signs, a morose looking Sal steps into the ring and grabs the microphone. He taps it a few times, and then speaks as the music cuts off.
Sal: For those of you new to WPW, I’ve decided I am going to drop a little history lesson on you guys tonight. You see, a few months ago, before I was anywhere close to the title scene, before I was fighting in cage matches and hitting people with cardboard cutouts, my father was the most well-known Karver in WPW. And for a while, he was really, really, busy fighting The One. All the time.
He was so busy with this feud that it overcame him, turned him into a one trick pony. All he could do was think about The One, he spent every waking moment of his time figuring out how he could next get back at him in their ongoing war. When he finally got a one on one match with him at a big name event….Does anyone here know what happened?
The crowd screams out a mixed reaction at this statement.
Sal: My father, Michael Karver, lost to the man who he’d been waiting to face for weeks.
Sal pauses, placing a hand over his mouth and taking a deep breath before continuing.
Sal: I believe the expression is “like father, like son,” is it not? For those of you who couldn’t shell out for The Brawl For It All, I much like my father before me, lost to a man who I despise in the match where it counted the most. And so here I stand, given every chance in the world, given every advantage I could handle, and still I am without the one thing I deserve more than anyone else in that locker room.
Quite frankly, it makes me sick to my stomach. I put my heart and soul into that match, I put every damn thing I could into that feud. Hell, I even had all of you on my side.
The fans cheer at their mention.
Sal: Woah woah, let’s not get over-excited. Maybe that’s the point. I’m very reliant on all of you people to inspire me, to turn the tables when I need it most. I count on each and every one of the fans, when I am down and need a reason to fight, to start cheering my name, to have my back and to get me up off the ground and on top of my opponent. I fucking love that kind of support.
But where the hell was all that support last Tuesday?
The crowd goes silent.
Sal: That’s right, you heard me, where the fuck was all of that screaming and cheering for Salvador Karver when he and his opponent were dead on the mat after falling from the top of the cage? I sure as hell didn’t hear anything. Shit, I barely heard anything when I was making my entrance. Turns out, I’m not just reliant on the fans, I’m too damn dependant to function. I’m too nice, I’m always trying to say the things you all wanna hear, the things that make you think I deserve to be the champion.
But maybe you don’t think I deserve to be the champion, maybe that’s why all that support magically floats away during the biggest match of my career. So here’s the deal, the Salvador Karver you all claim to know and love, is about to see a big time change. I’m not going to mince my words, I’m not going to praise the wonderful people who claim to support this company, I’m just going to do whatever it takes to take what is rightfully mine. Whether you all think I deserve it or not.
That in mind, I’m gonna say the same thing to you, that every last one of you said to me at the Brawl.
Fuck…You….
“Embrace” kicks back in to a totally different reaction as Karver drops the mic and walks out of the ring, not giving a second glance to the audience as he heads back up the ramp and into the locker room.
Singles Match
Jamie Parker Vs. The Killing Joke
Max: Well here we go, it's our champion's first big challenge since successfully defending his title at the Brawl.
Daniel: You mean escaping with his title by the skin of his teeth right?
Max: Of course not. The Killing Joke won that match fair and square.
Daniel: No he didn't. He lost via count out.
Max: Then why is he holding the championship?
Daniel: Becau...
Max: If he walked into the match the champion and out of the match the champion, he won. The rest is immaterial.
Daniel: Whatever, let's go to the ring.
Mina: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a...what's this...eight minute and forty-five second time limit.
Mina stops for a second and looks at her card. She shows her card to the ref who shrugs his shoulders.
Daniel: 8 minutes 45 seconds? What the hell does that mean?
Max: I think that's when a new episode of Grey's Anatomy is on...I mean I have no idea.
Daniel: Ha ha ha ha! You watch Grey's Anatomy!
Mina: Well as I was saying, first from Harchester, England this is Jamie Parker!
Jamie walks out to "The Prisoner" looking quite confused but jogs down to the ring and slides in asking the ref what is going on.
Max: I'm still not sure why there is such an odd time constraint on this match.
Mina: And his opponent, from Chuckletown, New Mexico...he is the WPW World Heavyweight Champion, he is The Killing Joke!!
"Black Sabbath" blasts through the arena as the champion steps through the curtain brandishing the title around for everyone to see while screaming obscenities at little children at ringside. KJ looks towards the curtain again and five masked goons are now carrying out a giant hourglass. The hourglass has the names of Dan Murph and The Stallion scratched off on it, and has a big sign reading 8:45. The champion has a microphone in his hand.
KJ: You see my little nimrods, I never fully got a chance to finish my little bit about tonight's match before that sore winner Stallion attacked me.
You see I asked for a special time limit tonight simply because I love a bigger challenge, and also because it only took me 8 minutes and 45 seconds to finish off Super Sexy Girl during our last "encounter" shall we say, we are rated PG after all right?
So, let's flip the little dial here and start the beating...I mean highly energetic contest.
Daniel: What an arrogant move by our champion here.
Max: Well we all know how he loves to play his mind games. For all we know this could be an entirely fake stipulation, and KJ is just messing with Parker.
As soon as the hourglass is flipped over Jamie runs at the champion and leaps over the top rope hitting him with a big plancha. Jamie starts going to town on the champion unloading lefts and rights probably just angered by the sheer arrogance of the champion. KJ is trying to block the shots but Parker is getting a few clean blows in. Parker then gets to his feet and pulls the champion up and rolls him into the ring. He flips off the men holding the watchglass as he steps into the ring.
Daniel: Who watches the watchglass, Max?
Max: We do have a timekeeper Daniel.
Daniel: Ah, that's right. Shouldn't he be by the watchglass then?
Max: I'm not even sure if this time limit thing is legitimate.
Parker is now stalking KJ who is trying to back away from Parker and inches over to the turnbuckle. When Parker goes to reach down KJ kicks his knee twice to back him away. KJ then uses the ropes to pull himself up and gives Parker a quick thumb to the eye for good measure. As Parker turns around check his eye KJ kicks him in the back of the leg and bulldogs him to the mat.
Max: KJ is really bending the rulebook early on isn't he?
Daniel: He's the champion, he's allowed to.
KJ goes for a quick cover but only gets a one count. He then starts to rub his forearm against the bridge of the nose of Parker as the ref is counting to try and get him off. KJ finally gets up and pulls Parker to his feet with him. KJ sends Parker into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Parker ducks and bounces off the ropes with a clothesline of his own sending the champion down. KJ gets up quickly and Parker hip tosses him down. KJ gets up again, but an armdrag from Parker send him back to the mat. KJ gets up another time and goes for a quick kick, but Parker catches the leg and leg whips him down to the floor as KJ rolls to the floor to think it over.
Daniel: Wow what an explosion here by Parker, KJ looks like he's against the ropes.
Max: KJ looks like he certainly didn't expect that flurry by Parker.
Daniel: Well you know Parker wants to show that he has the resolve to be a champion. No grand designs of domination out of Parker, he just wants to be the best.
KJ is taking his sweet time on the outside of the ring as he walks over to the giant hour glass and watches the sands trickle down a bit as the ref is counting for him to get back in the ring. As the ref reaches nine, KJ rolls back into the ring and quickly rolls back out pointing to his head.
Daniel: Wow, I can't tell if KJ is just trying to throw Parker off his game or if he's a little bit scared.
Max: Parker is a hell of a competitor, but I also wouldn't be surprised to see if KJ was waiting that Stallion doesn't come down and attack him like he did earlier tonight.
Parker is arguing with the ref but the ref is shrugging so Parker gets a bit angry and hops outside the ring too giving the champion chase. KJ runs around the ring a few times with Parker in hot pursuit until KJ slides into the ring, then quickly turns around expecting Parker right behind him. However, Parker stopped a bit short and is already perched on the top rope as he leaps off dropkicking the champion right in the face. Parker gets back to his feet and pulls KJ up and Irish whips him into the ropes and delivers a big back body drop to the champion. Parker tries for a cover and gets a two count.
Daniel: I'm not sure if KJ's mind tricks are working on Parker.
Max: No, Parker is acting as if he's seen a lot of this stuff before.
Daniel: i'm sure he has just scouted the champion. Parker's been away for a while, he's been able to do a lot of research on everyone.
Parker then waits for KJ to get to his feet, as KJ looks taken aback but then raises his arm up for a test of strength. Parker looks incredulous at him, even raising his eyebrows as to ask if the champion is serious. KJ smiles and nods offering up his other hand instead. Parker obliges and reaches up for KJ's hand, but KJ switches hands. Parker looks irritated and goes to reach for the other hand, but KJ pulls away and switches again. Parker gives KJ a big huge smile and then kicks him right in the gut sending the joy buzzer on KJ's hand to the mat and drives the champion down to the mat with a big DDT. Parker then locks on an armbar to keep the champion grounded for a bit.
Max: Parker really isn't trying to play the games of the champion here.
Daniel: KJ is trying everything in his playbook but Parker somehow seems to be one step ahead.
Max: It must be the focus he has been talking about all week. He's not letting KJ enter his mind and distract him.
Parker wrenches down on the armbar as KJ tries to reach over towards the ropes as he takes a look at the sands in the hourglass which are now about half way gone. KJ stretches out a bit more as his fingertips are grazing the rope, but Parker stands up and drags the champion back to the center of the ring and drops a leg across the shoulder he was just working on. Parker then pulls the champion to his feet while trying to hyperextend the shoulder.
Daniel: Parker is really working that arm of KJ, but whether its legitimate or not I wonder if Parker is worried about that time clock.
Max: I don't think anything has really dereailed Parker from winning this match.
Parker wrings the arm of KJ several times before dragging KJ to the turnbuckle. Parker wraps his arm around the top rope and kicks his arm several times but pulls his arm back before the count of five.
Max: It looks like Parker wants to make sure that what KJ said he was going to do doesn't happen. If KJ only has the use of one of his arms, it's going to be really hard to give him the Ass Wipe.
Daniel: Well remember this is still the champion we're dealing with. He has many plans going into a big match like this.
Parker then climbs to the top rope increasing the pressure on KJ's shoulder but KJ drops to his knees falling against the bottom rope thus making Parker lose his balance and crotching him on the top turnbuckle.
Max: Heads up move by the champ there, really catching Parker by surprise.
KJ walks back over to the turnbuckle trying to get some feeling back in his arm. He pulls the legs of Parker to the inside of the ring and climb onto the top rope. He hooks the head of Parker with his good arm, then uses what little strength he has in his other arm to drill Parker with a picture perfect Punchline DDT off the top rope.
Daniel: Wow, what a great move from the champion. How he was able to deliver that with one arm I'll never know.
KJ gets up slowly and sees that there is not too much time left in that hourglass. He calls to the crowd for the Ass Wipe (he may also just be insulting them) and walks back over to Parker. He lifts Parker up in position for the powerbomb but can only hold him with one arm. Parker then quickly double leg takedowns the champion and flips over in a jacknife pin. 1............2...............3!!!
Mina: Here is your winner, Jamie Parker!!
Max: What??
Daniel: No way!
Parker rolls out of the ring very quickly as the last few grains of sand fall to the bottom on the hourglass. KJ is sitting up in the ring looking absolutely stunned.
Daniel: Parker was playing possum! That DDT didn't take as much out of the Brit as KJ thought!
Max: What a brilliant move by Parker, and he just scored what I have to say would be a huge upset win here!
Parker is smiling at the champion in the ring as the ref raises his arm in victory. KJ is still sitting in shock as he listens to the fans cheering for Parker.
We come back from comercial. The camera is following a man down the hall. From over the shoulder of the man we can see Sal Karver walking the other way. Neither of the men seem to be paying to much attention to the other, which is only further proven when they bump shoulders.
Sal Karver takes a step to the side, and the man that we now see as the champion of Canadia Van Risen, matches suit.
Sal looks into the eyes of Risen, who shares the look.
Karver: Let me guess. Now that I have bumped into the great time keeper of WPW, I should keep an ear out for my ticking clock? Is my time about to end Van?
Risen's eyes lighten into a semi smile.
Risen: Actually Salvador. IF I was going to say anything to you, it would be that your time has actually just begun. You have along time before you need to worry about the ticking of your clock to stop. Keep your eye on the prize, not looking over your shoulder.
Karver seems a little stunned for a second.
Karver: That was not what I expected to hear. But I have to admit that you seem to be o-
Karver is suddenly cut off by another voice.
Voice: I would say your time is actually about to run out Risen.
Trent James walks into the frame and has his eyes glued to the title drapped over Van's shoulder.
James: You see CHAMP. I have set my eyes on a new prize here in WPW. It just so happens to be right here on your shoulder.
He adds a few finger pushes to the belt/shoulder to really send the point home.
Risen: I see. So you just really want to end your time that quickly then? Want to step into the wing with the man pulling the strings? We can get contracts drawn up and have ourselves a little go at any time. I think you need to really earn the prize...or the chance to lose while reaching for the prize.
Sal gives a little laugh from behind Trent. Trent puffs up and takes a step closer to Risen. He clenches his fists and even starts to lift one up as if to make a strike.
James: I am coming Risen, you can count on that. Can you hear your own time coming to an end? Tick tock ti-
THWAK!
Trent James falls to the floor as the chair Sal Karver just nailed him with vibrates in his hands. Van looks down at Trent and then back up to Sal who has now dropped the dented chair onto the floor.
Risen: Well. Thanks for that Sal.
Karver: No problem at all. Beer?
Risen: Its about that....time.
Karver shakes his head at the bad joke and then two men head off towards an exit.
Tag Team Main Event
CameOne (Martin Cameron & The One) Vs. The Royalty (James Moriarty Cassius & The Stallion)
Daniel: And now, time for another Tuesday Night Turmoil Main Event!
Max: My wife left me.
Daniel: You're not married?
Max: Oh. My girlfriend, then.
Daniel: You're not heterosexual?
Max: My buxom butt buddy? For crying out loud, man, I'm trying to fit in this cheesy oneliner, and you're not helping!
Daniel: What was it?
Max: Forgot. Can I call everyone in the ring fags now? I'm in a foul mood.
Daniel: Given that the only person in the ring is Mina Henderson..
Max: Hot.
Mina: Tonight's main event contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first..
'Broken Boy Soldiers' by the Raconteurs begins flooding the arena's PA system - and, seeming content with playing the temporary second fiddle of his one-time tag team partner, The One presses his way through the entrance ramp - immediately dropping to his knees and spreading his arms in the God... Like... Pose, then looking up - as Martin Cameron stands behind him, calling to the crowd for encouragement, which they seem perfectly willing to give him in spades. Cameron walks in front of his partner, then holds out his hand in friendship - aiding to pull The One up from his knees, the pair having a quick exchange of words for a moment before running straight for the ring, Cameron continuing to call to the crowd for encouragement (with a few motions around his waist on top of), One standing in the opposing and once more spreading his arms about in the God... Like... Pose.
Mina: Weighing in at a combined four hundred and sixty two pounds.. former WPW Tag Team Champions, they were once known as the Unified Souls, or better known by the colloquial CamerOne.. Martin Cameron and... The.. One!
Daniel: This is a more interesting combination than you might realise. With the aftermath of the Brawl..
Max: I know. I was there.
Daniel: 'You' doesn't always mean you, Max. It's implied. I was speaking to the audience.
Max: Still. I was there.
Daniel: So you should be able to tell them what happened at the end of the Brawl.
Max: Didn't say I was paying attention.
Daniel: You say that as though you're proud of it.
Max: Hey. I've gone easy three years without paying attention, counting a little time I took before WPW. Why start now?
Daniel: That little sojourn aside, I think we need to recall what this comes down to - the Brawl for it All. Martin Cameron had what could well have been his greatest accomplishment..
Max: But the Stallion saw that the Killing Joke is a really great actor (which should help with the upcoming film deal), got really pissed off and started hitting people with a chair. First time anything interesting happened that whole night. I remember.
Daniel: Well, that's simplifying it a little, but..
Max: Shh. I'm getting my groove on.
Mina: And their opponents..
'Take On Me' by Reel Big Fish begins to play - the crowd immediately turning to a confused mixture of boos and cheers as The Stallion comes out - immediately flanked by James Moriarty Cassius.. and a steel chair in his right hand. He looks somewhat irate, but the cheers that garble their way through the arena seem to keep him from scowling at the general audience. He walks down - trying to keep himself calm, with Cassius spurring on very quiet words of encouragement.. or perhaps, pre-planning - as they both walk down the ramp. Cassius holds his hand at the chair - murmuring something as Cameron begins screaming, irate, over the ropes, straight at the Stallion. Stallion drops the chair - rushing underneath the ropes at the other end of the ring, and immediately pushing up against Cameron. He pushes Cameron in the chest - Cameron responding in kind with a push with the momentum of the ropes carrying him to literally double Stallion off of his feet. The Stallion rushes back to throw a fist at Cameron - but Ray Ramsey interjects, calling for the bell as he forces the Stallion into a corner.
Ding!
Ding!
Daniel: There's clearly some unfinished business between those two!
Max: But will.. wait, what does that word you scrawled down for me to scream out say? Oh. What will their mentors have to say about it? Mentors.. pretty silly word, 'fyou ask me.
Daniel: You really know how to kill the tension, sometimes, Max.
Max: You should just feel lucky I have no food tonight. This new arena we've been in has a really, really expensive hot dog lady.
Fortunately for (the fans), The One and JMC both allow their partners to start the match - though, it's not very likely they'd be able to stop them even were they to want to. Martin and Stallion both go rushing at one another - and.. strangely, they wrestle. Cameron pulls Stallion into a quick side headlock - which he has twisted into a hammerlock. The hammerlock is twisted into a quick arm wringer - the arm wringer rolled through on by Stallion and pulled into a waistlock, which he quickly lifts and drops in a waistlock takedown.. straddling Cameron, only to begin throwing hard forearms into the side of Cameron's face. Cameron struggles to his stomach - and then the pair begin trading punches, Cameron not quite able to get the better of the exchange as he's fighting uphill. Stallion looks up to the audience, then breathes with his hands almost around Cameron's neck - slowly pushing to his feet, carefully staying out of the way of Cameron's arms.. unfortunately, not his legs as he finds himself swept to the ground - Cameron immediately leaping upon Stallion in turn as he begins to show Stallion the same in turn, hard, unapologetic punches straight to the similarly physiqued man's face. Without any real warning, Cassius comes off of the ropes with a low kick, knocking Cameron off - straight into a well-placed One boot, sending Cassius twisting in pain to the outside. The One, ignoring Ramsey's repeated warning notices, pulls Cameron to his feet - grabbing one of the Stallion's arms, kicking him in the gut, and then prompting Cameron to grab the other arm - each man whipping him into their corner.. and then waiting on a sudden double faceplant in the dead center of the ring, One pushing out of the ring at a count of four.
Max: Who's got the tag team experience?
Daniel: Well, I can't really think of The Stallion and Cassius tagging up back in the Royalty days.. though they've been around each other way longer. Who's to say which chemistry is more telling?
Max: They're both kinda.. topsy turvy, though, ain't they? I mean, shouldn't we be watching the One and Cassius show?
Daniel: That's just the way WPW is, Max! If you're not on top, someone else will be!
Max: I'm.. I'm getting flashbacks from last week. Wait.. Super Sexy Girl, Killing Joke's co..
Martin Cameron pulls the Stallion to his feet, grabbing him in a front facelock - holding him tight for a few moments as Stallion switches underneath him, suddenly over him in a high-held hammerlock, doubling his body weight over Cameron to keep some leverage on his foe - but just as quickly, Cameron manages to slide his body through, twist around and.. hold a front facelock again! But before giving Stallion a chance to react, he twirls around in a swinging neckbreaker - then pushes down for the cover..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Stallion doesn't exactly power out - but, after a twitch to his neck, he's quick to try and find his footing again.. which is rather swiftly disrupted by Cameron. He lifts Stallion's legs high against his back, shifts him so that he's facing his own corner, then lifts back in a slingshot - The One has his boot out in wait, again, Stallion's head rebounding off with a thud. Cameron holds Stallion in a double chickenwing and tags in The One, who ascends the top rope, then comes flying at the pair with a crossbody - Cameron diving out of the way at the last second for Stallion to find himself pinned in the center of the ring once more..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Immediately pushing forward to sit up on his legs, Stallion clutches at his stomach, reaching out for the ropes as The One grabs him in a reverse chinlock. Stallion's quick, though - pushing to his feet, pulling it into a straight headlock - and then pushing One into the ropes nearest him to give him leverage to push off. As he sees The One coming back, he quickly drops down, forcing One to come back for a second spin - but no matter how perfectly Stallion times his dropkick.. The One grabbing the ropes leaves him crashing to the mat with no momentum to help break his fall. Crying out in pain, he's only helped out further by a quick God.. Like.. Elbow drop off of the ropes! One goes for the cover..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Showing as much grit and determination as humanly possible, Stallion continues to hold his arms up, struggling to keep his own momentum going.. but One is having nothing of it. He kicks Stallion in the back, stops to bathe in the audience's mixed reactions of boos, jeers and 'Hot dog la-dy!' chants - and then throws another hard leg against Stallion's back. He grabs Stallion by the hair - pulling him up from the ground - and then gouges his eyes from behind, grinning and winking to Martin Cameron.
Max: ... And that's why I'm sure I don't have herpes!
Daniel: Well, as rivetting as that conversation was, Max, we still don't have our mics turned on after you tried to talk about the Killing Joke's.. meat. And I can't even tell the fans about how the One is trying to encourage Martin Cameron to shed his natural goodness and just work for himself, work to operate against the Joke in his own realm, all because you had to talk about the Killing Joke's flaccid, hairy, scum-covered, grotesque, horrible di..
The One runs straight past his blinded opponent - and comes charging straight back at him with a spear.. which James Moriarty Cassius pulls Stallion out of the way of at the last second! One collides messily with the ropes, then falls flat on his face, coughing as Stallion dazedly walks over to him and pulls him into a double underhook, dragging him over for the notedly more legal tag. Cassius accepts the tag - kicking through the ropes to hit The One straight in the face with a hard boot before catapulting himself over the top rope, springboarding.. with a double axe handle, which again hits One clear in the face, dropping him to the ground. Cassius raises one arm over his head, as though he's just shown the entire crowd an amazing feat of athleticism - and on the corresponding boos, begins to knee The One a few times in the chest. Screaming something to the Stallion with a grin, he holds his oft-time nemesis around the throat - and then drops him back in the center of the ring with a russian leg sweep. He goes for the pin..
1..
2.. Kickout by One!
Daniel: Yeah! My sister's kid said his first word today, too! I'm a little worried though. It was 'gasoline'.
Max: What a rockin' kid. It's just a shame. I'd really love to talk about how superior James Moriarty Cassius is - showing the Stallion how it's not all about the crowd, how you can garner the crowd's love without having to resort to screaming out and begging for their love every time, it's just a shame I had to mention Killing Joke's schl..
Cassius motions to the top rope - which he quickly ascends to, stretching his neck once or twice before turning to One, who's to his feet - and he comes off.. with a flying elbow smash, dropping The One to the mat, and again making the crowd scream bloody murder against him. He doesn't seem to care - just pointing at his partner once more, grabbing The One around the neck - but as The One begins to fight back with blows to the stomach, he kicks him in the leg - aiming straight for The One's knee brace. It's only a few hard shots - but they really seem to wear One down, leaving him seething in agony as the smaller man turns him in a half boston crab - pointing Ray Ramsey to the restless-growing Martin Cameron.
Daniel: Welcome back to TNT! Let's take a quick recap of the action..
The camera shot doubles up into a 'splitscreen' - Stallion with a Dragon Sleeper locked in the center of the ring, One seeming dazed but not quite out in the 'now' screen, the opposite showing quick highlights. One misses a spinning heel kick, gets his knee pounded silly by Cassius. Stallion tags in, both former Royalty members double over and spread his legs apart. Stallion with a dragon screw leg whip sending One out of the ring.. into Cassius, who slams his leg into the steps a few times. Stallion sees, beckons One to get back in the ring fairly. Screen merges..
Max: So, for those of you who can't work it out.. Stallion's still wanting the crowd on his side. So he's boring them with a sleeperhold.
Daniel: More importantly folks, we've finally worked it out. We can't.. say a certain thing, or our mics get cut off.
Max: Yeah, the sound guy said we couldn't talk about Killing Joke's peni--
The One appears to be feeding off of the crowd - while nobody is exactly a sure crowd favorite, they're still enjoying themselves in watching One begin to throw back some punches at Stallion's gut - wildly flailing his arms around in an attempt to garner more and more support. Martin Cameron slaps at his turnbuckle, hard - grabbing to his tag rope for all he's worth, his arm moving between far outstretched and slapping turnbuckle again and again, just to give One a little more momentum to garner the crowd's attention. It's an almost split-second reaction - he reaches straight up with his injured leg, and knees Stallion straight in the head with the brace surrounding it. Stallion staggers back, blutching at his face as he hits the neutral corner - but the action has hurt One more than it has Stallion. Stallion's dazed - but the One is wincing, out and out. He rolls his body - clutching hard at his leg - towards his partner.. and just as Stallion gathers his bearings to realise what's happening, it's too late. Cameron makes the tag - and the crowd goes bonkers. He dropkicks Stallion back into his corner - and then turns about to headbutt Cassius, sending the man flying back stunned. Stallion charges at Cameron again - only to get lifted, then nailed down with a hard Samoan drop! This seems almost enough time for Cassius to run in and return a blow - but Cameron kicks upwards, then rolls through to his feet, hitting the ropes and then coming off the ropes with a leg drop bulldog, stunning Cassius into the ground - writhing and grabbing at his neck! Cameron reaches over Cassius to cover Stallion..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Stallion thunders out with his returned kickout - growling as he's almost to his feet faster than Cameron is. Cameron ducks an incoming flailed right - and throws one of his own, before the two men are again curled up with one another - throwing wild punches at each other, not seeming to care so much if they connect as.. the effort of throwing the fists in the first place. Cameron's the first to flinch, though - and for good reason, Ramsey too distracted to see Cassius behind The One, dropping him straight on his injured knee with a sweep - and then crassly tossing him into the guard rail as he nurses his own neck. Stallion doesn't see it at all - instead kicking Martin straight in the stomach, forcing him to sit between his legs before lifting him straight up in a crucifix powerbomb - and dropping him down hard on his neck and head with a hard Razor's Edge! He goes for the cover..
1..
2.. Kickout by Martin Cameron!
Max: OUCH!
Daniel: Right on his neck there, Max! And he kicked straight out!
Max: I was complaining about the hot dog lady. She spilled MELTING HOT nacho cheese into my lap, Danny!
Daniel: There's some kind of rivalry starting up between these.. what the fuck is Cassius doing? Yeah, I know, I swore.. doesn't matter, they're clearly worried we'll talk about the Killing Joke's pri--
Cassius, still stretching at his neck - has quietly pushed the chair Stallion came out with into the corner of the ring, arguing with Ray Ramsey at his opposing corner - trying to explain how much his neck is hurt. Stallion stares at the chair - then the fans - outraged that Cameron was capable of kicking out of his move - and.. finally, he takes action. Storming towards the chair, he waits a couple of seconds for Cameron to get up - and then nails him straight on the face, Cameron diving back-first onto the mat, clearly knocked out. Stallion drops the chair, almost looking stunned at himself - dropping to his knees and then lying atop Cameron. Cassius flies off of the ring apron to catch a revitalised One in a flying hurricanrana - leaving Ramsey in the middle of the ring to count the pinfall, most of the crowd seeming stunned..
1..
2..
3!
Mina: And your winners... The Stallion and James Moriarty Cassius!
Stallion returns to his knees, Cameron clearly knocked clear out - Cassius celebrative, but Stallion clearly pensive as he stares down at the chair, still sitting in the ring, ignoring Ray Ramsey's pleas for answers as to how it got there.
Daniel: So the Stallion wins.. but at what a cost?
Max: I'm more interested in whether JMC's back to his winning ways again.
Daniel: Really, it's gonna take some time to let everything just.. sink in, if you ask me.. so, well.. for Max Stockton, I'm Daniel Justice.. and this truly has been.. Turmoil!
Segments - The Killing Joke, Gravity, AFalseSinn & The Snowman
Blake Baker Vs. Gunnar Brian - Snowman
Jamie Parker Vs. The Killing Joke - Mike Adams
Main Event Tag Match - Aperama
Edwards Hall
Miami, FL
Daniel: Welcome everyone to TNT. I’m Daniel Justice alongside Max Stockton, and what a reasonably entertaining and mildly amusing show we have lined up for you tonight that will no doubt leave you atleast moderately content!
Max: Jeez, don't hype the show up too much.
Daniel: It's not hype, Max, it's alfl true! What a show we have tonight. We'll see still Florida champ Gunnar Brian take on up and comer Blake Baker in a non title match, and that's just for starters! After that we have an incredible match when we'll see Jamie Parker's TNT return as he face none other than the WPW World champion, The Killing Joke! And as if that wasn't enough, what a main event! It's gonna be the winner of the 2009 Brawl for It All, Martin Cameron, teaming up with former partner The One to take one the incredible force that is The Stallion and James Moriarty Cassius!
Max: But first, we must ask Daniel to shut the hell up.
Daniel: I believe what Max is trying to tell you is that our somewhat controversial WPW champion, The Killing Joke, is in the ring waiting to give another one of his speeches that the fans love so much.
Max: I believe what I'm trying to say is "Shut the hell up, Daniel".
We WPW champ Killing Joke standing proudly in the ring, smiling broadly as spotlight shines bright down upon him, causing his highly polished World Championship Title belt to glimmer in the light as he paces slowly. He carries a mic in his lowered right arm as he stands in the ring waiting for the loud chorus of boos to settle. The hostility eventually calms down, possibly because the crowd's throats couldn't handle the screaming anymore.
Life.
Is.
Good.
The noise picks up again and Killing Joke shakes his head at this as his grin grows now even broader. He doesn't wait for the noise to settle this time but speaks loudly with the mic that touches his lips.
Did you enjoy the brawl?
He pats the belt proudly, which brings forth more jeers and a few poor attempts to collectively scream "Noooooooo".
Daniel: The champ just taunting both the crowd and Stallion here tonight, how pathetic.
Max: If Stallion didn't want to have to see KJ with the belt around his waist, maybe he should have actually taken it off him!
Did you enjoy me punching Stallion again, and again, and again, and again?
Did you enjoy me slamming him repeatedly to the mat until his tears of pain matched the tears of heartbreak he has been shedding since Super Sexy Girl betrayed him? Tears that I willingly bathed in, like Cleopatra in asses' milk?
The boos continue to grow louder and a few front row guys attempt a 'What?'.
Did you enjoy me walking away from that ring, this very belt still firmly around my waist?
This time, the majority of the crowd go 'What?'
Did you enjoy the thought of WPW World Champion and Hall of Famer The Killing Joke reigning supreme to Redemption and beyond?
"What?"
Did you?
"What?"
What?
"What?"
What?
"What??"
Dicklessmoronssaywhat?
"What???"
Killing Joke bends at the waist and two footedly jumps around pointing at various people in the crowd who still don't realize that they've been conned.
Max: Ha! The stupid crowd fell straight in to that one.
Daniel: This is no way to treat our fans, Max.
Max: Hey, it's their own fault for jeering our champ. They should be cheering the guy, he's a hero and a rolemodel!
Daniel: You're being awful nice towards KJ, even more so than usual... Did that little expose he put on at the Brawl grab your attention, eh?
Max: Real funny, Max. Say, I hear KJ is thinking about getting a new drawing on his manly bits. I reccomended Miley Cyrus, but he said he already had the first half of your wife done so he didn't want some weird Miley/Justice hybrid drawing.
Daniel: Leave Mrs. Justice out of this, Max!
Eventually, KJ stops the taunting and drops the mic on the mat below. He gives one last smirk to the crowd then climbs out of the ring to make his way out of the ramp when, out of nowhere Stallion appears with a steel chair in hand and swings for the champ. KJ manages to stumble out of the way, causing Stallion to smash the chair against one of the turnbuckles and nearly fall over with the momentum. The champ takes this chance and quickly vaults over the security railing and makes his way through crowd that is now being held back by members of security. He takes one last look back at Stallion who is now slamming the chair against the ground in anger, before smiling and slipping behind a curtain leading backstage.
Max: What an explosive start to the night!
Daniel: You can say that again!
Max: What an explosive start to the night!
Daniel: You're not funny.
Max: We'll be back after this!
Daniel: Hello, folks, and welcome back to Tuesday Night turmoil! And guess what, Max...
Max: What?
Daniel: They've joined us just in time to see Blake Baker go one on one with our Florida State champ, Gunnar Brian!
Singles Match
Blake Baker Vs. Gunnar Brian
Daniel: Well, Max, this next match should be an interesting one!
Max: For once I actually agree with you, Daniel.
Daniel: Wow... Really?
Max: Yep.
Daniel: I've got to admit, this doesn't seem like you at all.
Max: Are you kidding me? Who wouldn't want to see Blake Baker get torn apart by Gunnar Brian.
Daniel: Aaaaaand you're back.
Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a non-title match and i scheduled for one fall!
"The Other Side" by Aerosmith hits the speakers and still Florida State champion, Gunnar Brian burst out from behind the curtain. Gunnar, always the shy type, tries to hide the fact that his waist is host to his Florida State title but he somehow can't stop his hands from pointing out to the crowd.
Daniel: Gunnar just-
Mina: Making his way to the ring... From Manchester, England... Weighing in at 235lb... He is the current reigning Florida State champion... Gunnar Brian!!!
Daniel: As I was trying to say, admittedly a bit too early... Gunnar, of course, just coming off a huge win last week in a Steel Cage match at the Brawl for It all to retain that belt of his. But I'm honestly not sure wether or not that will help or hinder him tonight, Gunnar isn't the most modest of guys so something tells me beating Sal Karver last week might just act as a little boost tonight.
Max: So, we're agreed? He's going to destroy Blake?
Daniel: I didn't say that, Max...
Max: You didn't have to. Trust me, this beat down is gonna be more disturbing than what Killing Joke showed us at the Brawl!
Daniel: I'm not even sure that's possible, Max.
Max: You're probably right there actually.
Daniel: Speaking of the champ, stay tuned after this match to see him take on the TNT-returning Jamie Parker!
Max: Didn't he get naked last week too?
Daniel: Only in a promo.
Max: Ahhh.
The Florida champ raises his left arm in the air, which the crowd interpret as a signal a jeer and boo as loudly as possible. He smirks to himself as he strolls down the ramp, with a slight swagger, but stops as he spots a fan in the front row holding a sign saying "Sal Karver Rulez". Gunnar, naturally, walks over to the kid, takes the sign and then rips it up in to several pieces before throwing it back in the kids face.
Daniel: Oh come on. Was that really called for?
Max: I blame the schools, Daniel.
Daniel: What the... How can you possibly blame our education system for what just happened there?
Max: Well, this kid clearly can't spell.
Daniel: He looked about six, God damn it!
Max: And secondly, his school clearly didn't educate him on his wrestling! Especially if he thinks Sal Karver has some form of talent...
Gunnar quickly slides under the bottom rope and in to the ring, before resting on one knee and posing for all of his 3 fans. He pulls himself up and raises his hand in the air, threatening Mina to move out his way.
"Let It Rock" by Kevin Rudolf is pumped through the arena, and Gunnar turns away from Mina and looks straight up the ramp to see Blake standing tall at the top.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen...
Gunnar agressively snatches the mic off Mina and raises to his own lips while staring at her with a look of great disgust.
Gunnar: Ladies and gentlemen... Making his way to the ring... From London, England... Also weighing in at 235 lbs... He is Gunnar Brian's next unfortunate victim and a pathetic excuse for a challenge... This...is....Blake "The Kid" Baker!!!
A name that would usually be followed by cheers (all be it a somewhat small amount) is this time followed by a wave of jeers from the crowd, directed straight to Gunnar Brian.
Max: I have to admit, I'm not sure I'm happy with the Gunnar treated Mina there!
Daniel: Neither am I, Max. It just goes to show that Gunnar Brian is a real nasty piece of work.
Blake starts to walk down the ramp at a very fast rate, totally ignoring the crowd and the fans and heading straight towards the ring.
Daniel: Blake looks ready to start this match already! This could be a big chance for him aswell, he has been on a bit of a losing streak lately. Maybe this big match against the Florida champ is just the chance he needs to prove himelf.
Max: True, but Gunnar's been doing alright recently. Say what you want about the guy, but you can't argue with that belt being around his waist.
Daniel: Well, Max, I think you probably can actually.
Max: Yeah, that's it. I dislike you more than Gunnar again.
Baker slides under the bottom rope and charges straight at Gunnar, taking him down with an unexpected spear to the lower mid-section. Referee Jack Turner calls for the bell and the match is officially underway as Blake starts to beat Gunnar down with some mounted punches, but only to be pulled off by Turner who warns the rookie about the risk of being disqaulified. As Blake stumbles back when dismounting his opponent, one of the lights shines in his yes causing him to hold his head in pain. He tries to hold one hand up to block out the arena lighting from his view, allowing Gunnar to recover from the early assault and drive Blake straight in to the turnbuckle with a spear of his own.
Daniel: I'm.. I'm not sure what happened there, Blake seemed a little disorientated.
Max: Maybe he's hungover from all that drinking last night!
Daniel: Well, I don't think he had that much to drink.
Max: So, he's a lightweight! What kind of idiot enters a proffesional wrestling match hungover? If only Blake were more like Gunnar Brian...
Gunnar begins throwing right hand after right hand to the torso of his opponent, until ref Turner warns him to back off. He lets go and as Blake staggers away from the turnbuckle, Gunnar knocks him straihgt off his feet and down on to the mat with hard clothesline. Brian then drags Blake by his leg in to the center of the ring and drops a quick elbow on his chest. Blake tries to get back in control but by the time he is on his feet, Gunnar is pushing him up against the ropes and delivers a strong european uppercut, causing Blake to collapse back on the ropes. The florida champ takes a few steps back before taking a short sprint and delivering a clothesline to Blake's chest that sends him over the ropes and crashing down on to the outside.
Daniel: It looks like this one isn't going to be contained inside the ring, Max.
Max: Well, we know Gunnar wants to try and make an example out of Blake here so I'm not surprised to see the champ taking action like this!
Gunnar climbs out of the ring and as Blake finds his feet again, he delivers a sharp knee to the face, forcing Blake to fall against the ring apron. Gunnar delivers an forearm uppercut and then slaps Blake straight on the chest with his right palm a few times before grabbing him in an STO like position and driving him in to the ring's structure.
Daniel: Gunnar showing why he's the Florida state champion right now. Even if you don't like the guy, you have to admit that he knows how to work a wrestling match.
Max: And I do like the guy, so it's even better!
Blake tries to stumble away, but Gunnar grabs the rookie and slams his back in to the ring again before rolling him under the bottom rope and sliding in after him. Gunnar drops another elbow on Blake's chest before covering for a pin.
.....1.....2....Kick Out!
Brian takes a moment to try and teach the referee that he might be better of learning to count a little bit quicker, letting Blake take the champion by surprise and roll him up in a school boy pin. And, for some reason, referee Jack Turner decides to count a little quicker than last time.
..1...2...Kick Out!!
Gunanr rolls away and quickly runs at Blake, taking him down with a clothesline before he can fully regain his composure. Blake almost instantly gets to his feet and Gunnar delivers a kick to the gut before irish whipping him in to one of the turnbuckles. He charges towards his opponent, but Blake then lifts a boot in the air and Gunnar runs straight in to it, causing him stagger back to the center of the ring. Blake runs and bounces off the ropes to then run with great speed at the champion, but Gunnar then delivers another hard clothesline knocking the kid right off his feet.
Daniel: My god! Gunnar damn near took Blake Baker's head off there.
Max: And as if the lack of head wasn't enough, it looks like Blake is even bleeding too!
Gunnar "helps" Blake to his feet and then delivers a perfect sidewalk slam that drives him back in to he mat before covering him.
.....1.....2....Kick out!
Daniel: He kicked out! He kicked out! The dedication of this kid is shining through right now.
Max: Yeah, it's just a shame that Gunnar's still in the mood for teaching him a lesson!
The champ, a little fustrated, gets to his feet and waits for Blake to do the same before charging towards him. Blake quickly dodges and Gunnar sends himself chest-first in to the turnbuckle. As Gunnar staggers back, Blake grabs Gunnar by the shoulder, leaps up and digs his knees in to his back before pulling him down to the mat in a Blake Breaker (Carlito's Back Cracker).
Daniel: The Blake Breaker! He just turned this whole match around, this could be it over, folks!
Blake quickly rolls Gunnar over and hooks the leg for the pin.
.....1.....
.....2.....
...KICK OUT!!!
Daniel: Oh my god no! I thought Blake had it there!
Blake wastes a little of his time being in shock before using the ropes to pull himself back up. As he turns to face Gunnar, the Florida champ is already on his feet and kicks Blake in the gut before very quickly delivering his famous Raven coloured streak (Cradle Piledriver).
Max: Now? Now it's over.
Gunnar on top of Blake and calmly covers the shoulders, not feeling the need to hook the leg as referee Turner slides along the canvas.
.....1.....2.....3!!!
Daniel: God damn it! Blake Baker was so close to winning this thing!
Max: I'm afriad being close doesn't cut it, my friend! Gunnar Brian isn't Florida State champion because he comes close, he's Florida State champion because he wins!
The bell is rung and Mina announces the winner with a little less than enthusiastic tone.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... Gunnar Brian.
Jack Turner offers Gunnar his title, which the champ then grabs back and holds it in the air to annoy the crowd. He looks down at Blake in disgust before making his way towards the steps as we go to a commercial.
“Embrace” hits through the arena and the fans begin to cheer as strobe lights flicker. Sal Karver emerges from behind the curtain wearing a dark grey suit and he begins to slowly walk his way down to the ring. As the crowd screams and holds up Karver-related signs, a morose looking Sal steps into the ring and grabs the microphone. He taps it a few times, and then speaks as the music cuts off.
Sal: For those of you new to WPW, I’ve decided I am going to drop a little history lesson on you guys tonight. You see, a few months ago, before I was anywhere close to the title scene, before I was fighting in cage matches and hitting people with cardboard cutouts, my father was the most well-known Karver in WPW. And for a while, he was really, really, busy fighting The One. All the time.
He was so busy with this feud that it overcame him, turned him into a one trick pony. All he could do was think about The One, he spent every waking moment of his time figuring out how he could next get back at him in their ongoing war. When he finally got a one on one match with him at a big name event….Does anyone here know what happened?
The crowd screams out a mixed reaction at this statement.
Sal: My father, Michael Karver, lost to the man who he’d been waiting to face for weeks.
Sal pauses, placing a hand over his mouth and taking a deep breath before continuing.
Sal: I believe the expression is “like father, like son,” is it not? For those of you who couldn’t shell out for The Brawl For It All, I much like my father before me, lost to a man who I despise in the match where it counted the most. And so here I stand, given every chance in the world, given every advantage I could handle, and still I am without the one thing I deserve more than anyone else in that locker room.
Quite frankly, it makes me sick to my stomach. I put my heart and soul into that match, I put every damn thing I could into that feud. Hell, I even had all of you on my side.
The fans cheer at their mention.
Sal: Woah woah, let’s not get over-excited. Maybe that’s the point. I’m very reliant on all of you people to inspire me, to turn the tables when I need it most. I count on each and every one of the fans, when I am down and need a reason to fight, to start cheering my name, to have my back and to get me up off the ground and on top of my opponent. I fucking love that kind of support.
But where the hell was all that support last Tuesday?
The crowd goes silent.
Sal: That’s right, you heard me, where the fuck was all of that screaming and cheering for Salvador Karver when he and his opponent were dead on the mat after falling from the top of the cage? I sure as hell didn’t hear anything. Shit, I barely heard anything when I was making my entrance. Turns out, I’m not just reliant on the fans, I’m too damn dependant to function. I’m too nice, I’m always trying to say the things you all wanna hear, the things that make you think I deserve to be the champion.
But maybe you don’t think I deserve to be the champion, maybe that’s why all that support magically floats away during the biggest match of my career. So here’s the deal, the Salvador Karver you all claim to know and love, is about to see a big time change. I’m not going to mince my words, I’m not going to praise the wonderful people who claim to support this company, I’m just going to do whatever it takes to take what is rightfully mine. Whether you all think I deserve it or not.
That in mind, I’m gonna say the same thing to you, that every last one of you said to me at the Brawl.
Fuck…You….
“Embrace” kicks back in to a totally different reaction as Karver drops the mic and walks out of the ring, not giving a second glance to the audience as he heads back up the ramp and into the locker room.
Singles Match
Jamie Parker Vs. The Killing Joke
Max: Well here we go, it's our champion's first big challenge since successfully defending his title at the Brawl.
Daniel: You mean escaping with his title by the skin of his teeth right?
Max: Of course not. The Killing Joke won that match fair and square.
Daniel: No he didn't. He lost via count out.
Max: Then why is he holding the championship?
Daniel: Becau...
Max: If he walked into the match the champion and out of the match the champion, he won. The rest is immaterial.
Daniel: Whatever, let's go to the ring.
Mina: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a...what's this...eight minute and forty-five second time limit.
Mina stops for a second and looks at her card. She shows her card to the ref who shrugs his shoulders.
Daniel: 8 minutes 45 seconds? What the hell does that mean?
Max: I think that's when a new episode of Grey's Anatomy is on...I mean I have no idea.
Daniel: Ha ha ha ha! You watch Grey's Anatomy!
Mina: Well as I was saying, first from Harchester, England this is Jamie Parker!
Jamie walks out to "The Prisoner" looking quite confused but jogs down to the ring and slides in asking the ref what is going on.
Max: I'm still not sure why there is such an odd time constraint on this match.
Mina: And his opponent, from Chuckletown, New Mexico...he is the WPW World Heavyweight Champion, he is The Killing Joke!!
"Black Sabbath" blasts through the arena as the champion steps through the curtain brandishing the title around for everyone to see while screaming obscenities at little children at ringside. KJ looks towards the curtain again and five masked goons are now carrying out a giant hourglass. The hourglass has the names of Dan Murph and The Stallion scratched off on it, and has a big sign reading 8:45. The champion has a microphone in his hand.
KJ: You see my little nimrods, I never fully got a chance to finish my little bit about tonight's match before that sore winner Stallion attacked me.
You see I asked for a special time limit tonight simply because I love a bigger challenge, and also because it only took me 8 minutes and 45 seconds to finish off Super Sexy Girl during our last "encounter" shall we say, we are rated PG after all right?
So, let's flip the little dial here and start the beating...I mean highly energetic contest.
Daniel: What an arrogant move by our champion here.
Max: Well we all know how he loves to play his mind games. For all we know this could be an entirely fake stipulation, and KJ is just messing with Parker.
As soon as the hourglass is flipped over Jamie runs at the champion and leaps over the top rope hitting him with a big plancha. Jamie starts going to town on the champion unloading lefts and rights probably just angered by the sheer arrogance of the champion. KJ is trying to block the shots but Parker is getting a few clean blows in. Parker then gets to his feet and pulls the champion up and rolls him into the ring. He flips off the men holding the watchglass as he steps into the ring.
Daniel: Who watches the watchglass, Max?
Max: We do have a timekeeper Daniel.
Daniel: Ah, that's right. Shouldn't he be by the watchglass then?
Max: I'm not even sure if this time limit thing is legitimate.
Parker is now stalking KJ who is trying to back away from Parker and inches over to the turnbuckle. When Parker goes to reach down KJ kicks his knee twice to back him away. KJ then uses the ropes to pull himself up and gives Parker a quick thumb to the eye for good measure. As Parker turns around check his eye KJ kicks him in the back of the leg and bulldogs him to the mat.
Max: KJ is really bending the rulebook early on isn't he?
Daniel: He's the champion, he's allowed to.
KJ goes for a quick cover but only gets a one count. He then starts to rub his forearm against the bridge of the nose of Parker as the ref is counting to try and get him off. KJ finally gets up and pulls Parker to his feet with him. KJ sends Parker into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Parker ducks and bounces off the ropes with a clothesline of his own sending the champion down. KJ gets up quickly and Parker hip tosses him down. KJ gets up again, but an armdrag from Parker send him back to the mat. KJ gets up another time and goes for a quick kick, but Parker catches the leg and leg whips him down to the floor as KJ rolls to the floor to think it over.
Daniel: Wow what an explosion here by Parker, KJ looks like he's against the ropes.
Max: KJ looks like he certainly didn't expect that flurry by Parker.
Daniel: Well you know Parker wants to show that he has the resolve to be a champion. No grand designs of domination out of Parker, he just wants to be the best.
KJ is taking his sweet time on the outside of the ring as he walks over to the giant hour glass and watches the sands trickle down a bit as the ref is counting for him to get back in the ring. As the ref reaches nine, KJ rolls back into the ring and quickly rolls back out pointing to his head.
Daniel: Wow, I can't tell if KJ is just trying to throw Parker off his game or if he's a little bit scared.
Max: Parker is a hell of a competitor, but I also wouldn't be surprised to see if KJ was waiting that Stallion doesn't come down and attack him like he did earlier tonight.
Parker is arguing with the ref but the ref is shrugging so Parker gets a bit angry and hops outside the ring too giving the champion chase. KJ runs around the ring a few times with Parker in hot pursuit until KJ slides into the ring, then quickly turns around expecting Parker right behind him. However, Parker stopped a bit short and is already perched on the top rope as he leaps off dropkicking the champion right in the face. Parker gets back to his feet and pulls KJ up and Irish whips him into the ropes and delivers a big back body drop to the champion. Parker tries for a cover and gets a two count.
Daniel: I'm not sure if KJ's mind tricks are working on Parker.
Max: No, Parker is acting as if he's seen a lot of this stuff before.
Daniel: i'm sure he has just scouted the champion. Parker's been away for a while, he's been able to do a lot of research on everyone.
Parker then waits for KJ to get to his feet, as KJ looks taken aback but then raises his arm up for a test of strength. Parker looks incredulous at him, even raising his eyebrows as to ask if the champion is serious. KJ smiles and nods offering up his other hand instead. Parker obliges and reaches up for KJ's hand, but KJ switches hands. Parker looks irritated and goes to reach for the other hand, but KJ pulls away and switches again. Parker gives KJ a big huge smile and then kicks him right in the gut sending the joy buzzer on KJ's hand to the mat and drives the champion down to the mat with a big DDT. Parker then locks on an armbar to keep the champion grounded for a bit.
Max: Parker really isn't trying to play the games of the champion here.
Daniel: KJ is trying everything in his playbook but Parker somehow seems to be one step ahead.
Max: It must be the focus he has been talking about all week. He's not letting KJ enter his mind and distract him.
Parker wrenches down on the armbar as KJ tries to reach over towards the ropes as he takes a look at the sands in the hourglass which are now about half way gone. KJ stretches out a bit more as his fingertips are grazing the rope, but Parker stands up and drags the champion back to the center of the ring and drops a leg across the shoulder he was just working on. Parker then pulls the champion to his feet while trying to hyperextend the shoulder.
Daniel: Parker is really working that arm of KJ, but whether its legitimate or not I wonder if Parker is worried about that time clock.
Max: I don't think anything has really dereailed Parker from winning this match.
Parker wrings the arm of KJ several times before dragging KJ to the turnbuckle. Parker wraps his arm around the top rope and kicks his arm several times but pulls his arm back before the count of five.
Max: It looks like Parker wants to make sure that what KJ said he was going to do doesn't happen. If KJ only has the use of one of his arms, it's going to be really hard to give him the Ass Wipe.
Daniel: Well remember this is still the champion we're dealing with. He has many plans going into a big match like this.
Parker then climbs to the top rope increasing the pressure on KJ's shoulder but KJ drops to his knees falling against the bottom rope thus making Parker lose his balance and crotching him on the top turnbuckle.
Max: Heads up move by the champ there, really catching Parker by surprise.
KJ walks back over to the turnbuckle trying to get some feeling back in his arm. He pulls the legs of Parker to the inside of the ring and climb onto the top rope. He hooks the head of Parker with his good arm, then uses what little strength he has in his other arm to drill Parker with a picture perfect Punchline DDT off the top rope.
Daniel: Wow, what a great move from the champion. How he was able to deliver that with one arm I'll never know.
KJ gets up slowly and sees that there is not too much time left in that hourglass. He calls to the crowd for the Ass Wipe (he may also just be insulting them) and walks back over to Parker. He lifts Parker up in position for the powerbomb but can only hold him with one arm. Parker then quickly double leg takedowns the champion and flips over in a jacknife pin. 1............2...............3!!!
Mina: Here is your winner, Jamie Parker!!
Max: What??
Daniel: No way!
Parker rolls out of the ring very quickly as the last few grains of sand fall to the bottom on the hourglass. KJ is sitting up in the ring looking absolutely stunned.
Daniel: Parker was playing possum! That DDT didn't take as much out of the Brit as KJ thought!
Max: What a brilliant move by Parker, and he just scored what I have to say would be a huge upset win here!
Parker is smiling at the champion in the ring as the ref raises his arm in victory. KJ is still sitting in shock as he listens to the fans cheering for Parker.
We come back from comercial. The camera is following a man down the hall. From over the shoulder of the man we can see Sal Karver walking the other way. Neither of the men seem to be paying to much attention to the other, which is only further proven when they bump shoulders.
Sal Karver takes a step to the side, and the man that we now see as the champion of Canadia Van Risen, matches suit.
Sal looks into the eyes of Risen, who shares the look.
Karver: Let me guess. Now that I have bumped into the great time keeper of WPW, I should keep an ear out for my ticking clock? Is my time about to end Van?
Risen's eyes lighten into a semi smile.
Risen: Actually Salvador. IF I was going to say anything to you, it would be that your time has actually just begun. You have along time before you need to worry about the ticking of your clock to stop. Keep your eye on the prize, not looking over your shoulder.
Karver seems a little stunned for a second.
Karver: That was not what I expected to hear. But I have to admit that you seem to be o-
Karver is suddenly cut off by another voice.
Voice: I would say your time is actually about to run out Risen.
Trent James walks into the frame and has his eyes glued to the title drapped over Van's shoulder.
James: You see CHAMP. I have set my eyes on a new prize here in WPW. It just so happens to be right here on your shoulder.
He adds a few finger pushes to the belt/shoulder to really send the point home.
Risen: I see. So you just really want to end your time that quickly then? Want to step into the wing with the man pulling the strings? We can get contracts drawn up and have ourselves a little go at any time. I think you need to really earn the prize...or the chance to lose while reaching for the prize.
Sal gives a little laugh from behind Trent. Trent puffs up and takes a step closer to Risen. He clenches his fists and even starts to lift one up as if to make a strike.
James: I am coming Risen, you can count on that. Can you hear your own time coming to an end? Tick tock ti-
THWAK!
Trent James falls to the floor as the chair Sal Karver just nailed him with vibrates in his hands. Van looks down at Trent and then back up to Sal who has now dropped the dented chair onto the floor.
Risen: Well. Thanks for that Sal.
Karver: No problem at all. Beer?
Risen: Its about that....time.
Karver shakes his head at the bad joke and then two men head off towards an exit.
Tag Team Main Event
CameOne (Martin Cameron & The One) Vs. The Royalty (James Moriarty Cassius & The Stallion)
Daniel: And now, time for another Tuesday Night Turmoil Main Event!
Max: My wife left me.
Daniel: You're not married?
Max: Oh. My girlfriend, then.
Daniel: You're not heterosexual?
Max: My buxom butt buddy? For crying out loud, man, I'm trying to fit in this cheesy oneliner, and you're not helping!
Daniel: What was it?
Max: Forgot. Can I call everyone in the ring fags now? I'm in a foul mood.
Daniel: Given that the only person in the ring is Mina Henderson..
Max: Hot.
Mina: Tonight's main event contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first..
'Broken Boy Soldiers' by the Raconteurs begins flooding the arena's PA system - and, seeming content with playing the temporary second fiddle of his one-time tag team partner, The One presses his way through the entrance ramp - immediately dropping to his knees and spreading his arms in the God... Like... Pose, then looking up - as Martin Cameron stands behind him, calling to the crowd for encouragement, which they seem perfectly willing to give him in spades. Cameron walks in front of his partner, then holds out his hand in friendship - aiding to pull The One up from his knees, the pair having a quick exchange of words for a moment before running straight for the ring, Cameron continuing to call to the crowd for encouragement (with a few motions around his waist on top of), One standing in the opposing and once more spreading his arms about in the God... Like... Pose.
Mina: Weighing in at a combined four hundred and sixty two pounds.. former WPW Tag Team Champions, they were once known as the Unified Souls, or better known by the colloquial CamerOne.. Martin Cameron and... The.. One!
Daniel: This is a more interesting combination than you might realise. With the aftermath of the Brawl..
Max: I know. I was there.
Daniel: 'You' doesn't always mean you, Max. It's implied. I was speaking to the audience.
Max: Still. I was there.
Daniel: So you should be able to tell them what happened at the end of the Brawl.
Max: Didn't say I was paying attention.
Daniel: You say that as though you're proud of it.
Max: Hey. I've gone easy three years without paying attention, counting a little time I took before WPW. Why start now?
Daniel: That little sojourn aside, I think we need to recall what this comes down to - the Brawl for it All. Martin Cameron had what could well have been his greatest accomplishment..
Max: But the Stallion saw that the Killing Joke is a really great actor (which should help with the upcoming film deal), got really pissed off and started hitting people with a chair. First time anything interesting happened that whole night. I remember.
Daniel: Well, that's simplifying it a little, but..
Max: Shh. I'm getting my groove on.
Mina: And their opponents..
'Take On Me' by Reel Big Fish begins to play - the crowd immediately turning to a confused mixture of boos and cheers as The Stallion comes out - immediately flanked by James Moriarty Cassius.. and a steel chair in his right hand. He looks somewhat irate, but the cheers that garble their way through the arena seem to keep him from scowling at the general audience. He walks down - trying to keep himself calm, with Cassius spurring on very quiet words of encouragement.. or perhaps, pre-planning - as they both walk down the ramp. Cassius holds his hand at the chair - murmuring something as Cameron begins screaming, irate, over the ropes, straight at the Stallion. Stallion drops the chair - rushing underneath the ropes at the other end of the ring, and immediately pushing up against Cameron. He pushes Cameron in the chest - Cameron responding in kind with a push with the momentum of the ropes carrying him to literally double Stallion off of his feet. The Stallion rushes back to throw a fist at Cameron - but Ray Ramsey interjects, calling for the bell as he forces the Stallion into a corner.
Ding!
Ding!
Daniel: There's clearly some unfinished business between those two!
Max: But will.. wait, what does that word you scrawled down for me to scream out say? Oh. What will their mentors have to say about it? Mentors.. pretty silly word, 'fyou ask me.
Daniel: You really know how to kill the tension, sometimes, Max.
Max: You should just feel lucky I have no food tonight. This new arena we've been in has a really, really expensive hot dog lady.
Fortunately for (the fans), The One and JMC both allow their partners to start the match - though, it's not very likely they'd be able to stop them even were they to want to. Martin and Stallion both go rushing at one another - and.. strangely, they wrestle. Cameron pulls Stallion into a quick side headlock - which he has twisted into a hammerlock. The hammerlock is twisted into a quick arm wringer - the arm wringer rolled through on by Stallion and pulled into a waistlock, which he quickly lifts and drops in a waistlock takedown.. straddling Cameron, only to begin throwing hard forearms into the side of Cameron's face. Cameron struggles to his stomach - and then the pair begin trading punches, Cameron not quite able to get the better of the exchange as he's fighting uphill. Stallion looks up to the audience, then breathes with his hands almost around Cameron's neck - slowly pushing to his feet, carefully staying out of the way of Cameron's arms.. unfortunately, not his legs as he finds himself swept to the ground - Cameron immediately leaping upon Stallion in turn as he begins to show Stallion the same in turn, hard, unapologetic punches straight to the similarly physiqued man's face. Without any real warning, Cassius comes off of the ropes with a low kick, knocking Cameron off - straight into a well-placed One boot, sending Cassius twisting in pain to the outside. The One, ignoring Ramsey's repeated warning notices, pulls Cameron to his feet - grabbing one of the Stallion's arms, kicking him in the gut, and then prompting Cameron to grab the other arm - each man whipping him into their corner.. and then waiting on a sudden double faceplant in the dead center of the ring, One pushing out of the ring at a count of four.
Max: Who's got the tag team experience?
Daniel: Well, I can't really think of The Stallion and Cassius tagging up back in the Royalty days.. though they've been around each other way longer. Who's to say which chemistry is more telling?
Max: They're both kinda.. topsy turvy, though, ain't they? I mean, shouldn't we be watching the One and Cassius show?
Daniel: That's just the way WPW is, Max! If you're not on top, someone else will be!
Max: I'm.. I'm getting flashbacks from last week. Wait.. Super Sexy Girl, Killing Joke's co..
Martin Cameron pulls the Stallion to his feet, grabbing him in a front facelock - holding him tight for a few moments as Stallion switches underneath him, suddenly over him in a high-held hammerlock, doubling his body weight over Cameron to keep some leverage on his foe - but just as quickly, Cameron manages to slide his body through, twist around and.. hold a front facelock again! But before giving Stallion a chance to react, he twirls around in a swinging neckbreaker - then pushes down for the cover..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Stallion doesn't exactly power out - but, after a twitch to his neck, he's quick to try and find his footing again.. which is rather swiftly disrupted by Cameron. He lifts Stallion's legs high against his back, shifts him so that he's facing his own corner, then lifts back in a slingshot - The One has his boot out in wait, again, Stallion's head rebounding off with a thud. Cameron holds Stallion in a double chickenwing and tags in The One, who ascends the top rope, then comes flying at the pair with a crossbody - Cameron diving out of the way at the last second for Stallion to find himself pinned in the center of the ring once more..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Immediately pushing forward to sit up on his legs, Stallion clutches at his stomach, reaching out for the ropes as The One grabs him in a reverse chinlock. Stallion's quick, though - pushing to his feet, pulling it into a straight headlock - and then pushing One into the ropes nearest him to give him leverage to push off. As he sees The One coming back, he quickly drops down, forcing One to come back for a second spin - but no matter how perfectly Stallion times his dropkick.. The One grabbing the ropes leaves him crashing to the mat with no momentum to help break his fall. Crying out in pain, he's only helped out further by a quick God.. Like.. Elbow drop off of the ropes! One goes for the cover..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Showing as much grit and determination as humanly possible, Stallion continues to hold his arms up, struggling to keep his own momentum going.. but One is having nothing of it. He kicks Stallion in the back, stops to bathe in the audience's mixed reactions of boos, jeers and 'Hot dog la-dy!' chants - and then throws another hard leg against Stallion's back. He grabs Stallion by the hair - pulling him up from the ground - and then gouges his eyes from behind, grinning and winking to Martin Cameron.
Max: ... And that's why I'm sure I don't have herpes!
Daniel: Well, as rivetting as that conversation was, Max, we still don't have our mics turned on after you tried to talk about the Killing Joke's.. meat. And I can't even tell the fans about how the One is trying to encourage Martin Cameron to shed his natural goodness and just work for himself, work to operate against the Joke in his own realm, all because you had to talk about the Killing Joke's flaccid, hairy, scum-covered, grotesque, horrible di..
The One runs straight past his blinded opponent - and comes charging straight back at him with a spear.. which James Moriarty Cassius pulls Stallion out of the way of at the last second! One collides messily with the ropes, then falls flat on his face, coughing as Stallion dazedly walks over to him and pulls him into a double underhook, dragging him over for the notedly more legal tag. Cassius accepts the tag - kicking through the ropes to hit The One straight in the face with a hard boot before catapulting himself over the top rope, springboarding.. with a double axe handle, which again hits One clear in the face, dropping him to the ground. Cassius raises one arm over his head, as though he's just shown the entire crowd an amazing feat of athleticism - and on the corresponding boos, begins to knee The One a few times in the chest. Screaming something to the Stallion with a grin, he holds his oft-time nemesis around the throat - and then drops him back in the center of the ring with a russian leg sweep. He goes for the pin..
1..
2.. Kickout by One!
Daniel: Yeah! My sister's kid said his first word today, too! I'm a little worried though. It was 'gasoline'.
Max: What a rockin' kid. It's just a shame. I'd really love to talk about how superior James Moriarty Cassius is - showing the Stallion how it's not all about the crowd, how you can garner the crowd's love without having to resort to screaming out and begging for their love every time, it's just a shame I had to mention Killing Joke's schl..
Cassius motions to the top rope - which he quickly ascends to, stretching his neck once or twice before turning to One, who's to his feet - and he comes off.. with a flying elbow smash, dropping The One to the mat, and again making the crowd scream bloody murder against him. He doesn't seem to care - just pointing at his partner once more, grabbing The One around the neck - but as The One begins to fight back with blows to the stomach, he kicks him in the leg - aiming straight for The One's knee brace. It's only a few hard shots - but they really seem to wear One down, leaving him seething in agony as the smaller man turns him in a half boston crab - pointing Ray Ramsey to the restless-growing Martin Cameron.
Daniel: Welcome back to TNT! Let's take a quick recap of the action..
The camera shot doubles up into a 'splitscreen' - Stallion with a Dragon Sleeper locked in the center of the ring, One seeming dazed but not quite out in the 'now' screen, the opposite showing quick highlights. One misses a spinning heel kick, gets his knee pounded silly by Cassius. Stallion tags in, both former Royalty members double over and spread his legs apart. Stallion with a dragon screw leg whip sending One out of the ring.. into Cassius, who slams his leg into the steps a few times. Stallion sees, beckons One to get back in the ring fairly. Screen merges..
Max: So, for those of you who can't work it out.. Stallion's still wanting the crowd on his side. So he's boring them with a sleeperhold.
Daniel: More importantly folks, we've finally worked it out. We can't.. say a certain thing, or our mics get cut off.
Max: Yeah, the sound guy said we couldn't talk about Killing Joke's peni--
The One appears to be feeding off of the crowd - while nobody is exactly a sure crowd favorite, they're still enjoying themselves in watching One begin to throw back some punches at Stallion's gut - wildly flailing his arms around in an attempt to garner more and more support. Martin Cameron slaps at his turnbuckle, hard - grabbing to his tag rope for all he's worth, his arm moving between far outstretched and slapping turnbuckle again and again, just to give One a little more momentum to garner the crowd's attention. It's an almost split-second reaction - he reaches straight up with his injured leg, and knees Stallion straight in the head with the brace surrounding it. Stallion staggers back, blutching at his face as he hits the neutral corner - but the action has hurt One more than it has Stallion. Stallion's dazed - but the One is wincing, out and out. He rolls his body - clutching hard at his leg - towards his partner.. and just as Stallion gathers his bearings to realise what's happening, it's too late. Cameron makes the tag - and the crowd goes bonkers. He dropkicks Stallion back into his corner - and then turns about to headbutt Cassius, sending the man flying back stunned. Stallion charges at Cameron again - only to get lifted, then nailed down with a hard Samoan drop! This seems almost enough time for Cassius to run in and return a blow - but Cameron kicks upwards, then rolls through to his feet, hitting the ropes and then coming off the ropes with a leg drop bulldog, stunning Cassius into the ground - writhing and grabbing at his neck! Cameron reaches over Cassius to cover Stallion..
1..
2.. Kickout by Stallion!
Stallion thunders out with his returned kickout - growling as he's almost to his feet faster than Cameron is. Cameron ducks an incoming flailed right - and throws one of his own, before the two men are again curled up with one another - throwing wild punches at each other, not seeming to care so much if they connect as.. the effort of throwing the fists in the first place. Cameron's the first to flinch, though - and for good reason, Ramsey too distracted to see Cassius behind The One, dropping him straight on his injured knee with a sweep - and then crassly tossing him into the guard rail as he nurses his own neck. Stallion doesn't see it at all - instead kicking Martin straight in the stomach, forcing him to sit between his legs before lifting him straight up in a crucifix powerbomb - and dropping him down hard on his neck and head with a hard Razor's Edge! He goes for the cover..
1..
2.. Kickout by Martin Cameron!
Max: OUCH!
Daniel: Right on his neck there, Max! And he kicked straight out!
Max: I was complaining about the hot dog lady. She spilled MELTING HOT nacho cheese into my lap, Danny!
Daniel: There's some kind of rivalry starting up between these.. what the fuck is Cassius doing? Yeah, I know, I swore.. doesn't matter, they're clearly worried we'll talk about the Killing Joke's pri--
Cassius, still stretching at his neck - has quietly pushed the chair Stallion came out with into the corner of the ring, arguing with Ray Ramsey at his opposing corner - trying to explain how much his neck is hurt. Stallion stares at the chair - then the fans - outraged that Cameron was capable of kicking out of his move - and.. finally, he takes action. Storming towards the chair, he waits a couple of seconds for Cameron to get up - and then nails him straight on the face, Cameron diving back-first onto the mat, clearly knocked out. Stallion drops the chair, almost looking stunned at himself - dropping to his knees and then lying atop Cameron. Cassius flies off of the ring apron to catch a revitalised One in a flying hurricanrana - leaving Ramsey in the middle of the ring to count the pinfall, most of the crowd seeming stunned..
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Mina: And your winners... The Stallion and James Moriarty Cassius!
Stallion returns to his knees, Cameron clearly knocked clear out - Cassius celebrative, but Stallion clearly pensive as he stares down at the chair, still sitting in the ring, ignoring Ray Ramsey's pleas for answers as to how it got there.
Daniel: So the Stallion wins.. but at what a cost?
Max: I'm more interested in whether JMC's back to his winning ways again.
Daniel: Really, it's gonna take some time to let everything just.. sink in, if you ask me.. so, well.. for Max Stockton, I'm Daniel Justice.. and this truly has been.. Turmoil!
Segments - The Killing Joke, Gravity, AFalseSinn & The Snowman
Blake Baker Vs. Gunnar Brian - Snowman
Jamie Parker Vs. The Killing Joke - Mike Adams
Main Event Tag Match - Aperama